Shadows of Darkest Soul (An Elder Scrolls RP)

[darkedge42392]

Adrynn and Garila Indarys, The Redoran Outpost, Molag Mar

 

Adrynn barely had time to register five men entering the room before they were suddenly clad in armor and weapons had appeared in their hands. He didn't hesitate to think or wonder why, he only reacted. Taking a small two step run, he slammed into the first two of the strangely clad warriors, sending them sprawling and pushing the others against the door. He reached behind him and quickly pulled the ebony dagger from his belt and stabbed straight for the one closest to him. The strange armor they wore turned the blade, but that didn't stop Adrynn's fist from finding it's mark on the first fellow's mask. As he staggered back from the Redoran's blinding assault, Adrynn turned.

 

"GET HIM DOWNSTAIRS!" he bellowed over his shoulder at Garila and Elvas, who had stood protectively front of the Nerevarine. They nodded in unison and snatched him up, before dragging him downstairs. Adrynn caught a glimpse of one of the warriors chasing after them and turned to help, but was intercepted by the largest of the warriors.

 

"Lord Dagon will claim your soul, Dunmer scum!" he yelled, swinging his mace again. Adrynn jumped back and slammed into a shelf full of weapons. He quickly ran his hands along the shelf before snatching up a Chitin shortsword and an iron dagger and sidestepped the next blow.

 

"You're not the first to say that to me, assassin!" Adrynn yelled back, kicking the Mythic Dawn agent in the chest and sending him back into the door. The Redoran sprinted forward and ducked under the next swing, tackling the assassin through the door. They landed in a crash of armor and weapons outside the front of the stronghold before Adrynn rolled to his feet again. He could hear some sort of commotion from the docks below and quietly hoped Caius and Lecuaro were alright.

 

"Kriak!!! Keep our prisoner safe!" he yelled through the shattered doorframe. He could hear the sounds of fighting from inside, but knew that he couldn't return just yet. He turned his attention to the Mythic Dawn agent. "You'll regret coming here, you fetcher!"

 

The Daedric clad assassin just laughed. "Why would I fear you? Paradise awaits me!" He yelled and threw himself at Adrynn. The Redoran sidestepped and stabbed with the shortsword, but the organic blade snapped on the Daedric metal. He saw the mace swing savagely toward his head and stumbled back, feeling the whoosh of air from the mace as it passed in front of his nose. Adrynn fell flat on his behind and rolled away, hearing the crack of metal on stone as the assassin aimed for him again.

 

"Paradise awaits me- ooph!" the Mythic Dawn agent began, before falling limp on the ground, his armor disappearing in a flash of hot air. Adrynn glanced up and saw the Indoril clad Ordinator pull his ebony mace from the skull of the assassin. He could feel the angry stare the other Dunmer was giving him through his glass eyes.

 

"We will help you with this attack, but then you will have some explaining to do, Redoran," the raspy voice said. Adrynn nodded hurriedly and scrambled to his feet. He dropped the shattered chitin shortsword and the dagger, drew his Daedric katana, and leapt back into the stronghold.

[Zephyr2011]

Kriak, The Redoran Outpost, Molag Mar

 

Kriak had remained silent during their little journey to the Redoran outpost. He still felt something was amiss, the others had mentioned that the Mythic Dawn would never attempt an attack in the middle of a temple stronghold. But Kriak wasn't so sure. He kept his emotions in check though and his calculations private. The only real facial expression he showed was a slight smirk when the dunmer apprentice stared at him in awe and fear for brief moment. His frame was average, perhaps even slight amongst his race but here he looked incredibly fearsome. Probably more for his complexion and aloofness than his physique. He got a small amount of enjoyment from the glances that were occasionally cast his way. When he could afford them of course.

 

But his mind never strayed far from the mythic dawn. As the companions were talking he came to the conclusion that, if the Mythic Dawn had agents in Vivec, had their own ship and the power to enslave the Nerevarine they probably still had the balls to attack in Molag Mar. Granted that hand't been hard to reason and he had come to that conclusion awhile ago. But the real revelation was just how well equipped and prepared they were. Every mythic dawn cult member they had seen had been formidable, these would be no exception. They wouldn't just attack in Molag Mar, they would be a major threat here. In fact he was just about to say so when all hell broke loose.

 

Mythic Dawn were everywhere. 5 in the main room, Kriak didn't stick around to find out how the battle was faring when Adrynn told him to protect the incarnate. He dashed after Garila and Evas. As he did he held a pulsating orb of dark energy in one hand, its tendrils swirling about his body. Slowly, his weapons and raiment all returned. He had become far too nervous about teleporting but his gear was another thing. As his kit returned to him in its entirety, Kriak released his hold on the dark orb, letting it slip back into the void it was a denizen of.

 

As he caught up with the trio inside the fort he began to grasp the gravity of the situation more completely. Five cultists were banging down the front door in bound armor but there were another four between the incarnate's cell and the huntsman. Although the hilarity of the mages' equipment was not lost on Kriak. The most powerful armor and weapons in the realm and they were too stupid to protect their heads? Easy prey.

 

Kriak was a whirlwind as the two of the cultists charged him and the third went for the incarnate. The cultists all separated Kriak from the trio so he needed to hurry to be of help. His shortsword was in one hand and his dagger was held blade down and out in his other. As the two charged and swung great heavy maces, Kriak jumped upwards kicked off one of the cultists. Despite the armor's protective capabilities and weightlessness, the mage was still unbalanced by this move and tumbled over. Kriak used his aerial momentum to bypass the other cultist's guard and plunge the notched shortsword straight through the shadows cast by the mage hood. A howl of pain rent the chamber as the bound equipment dissipated and the cultist's blood pooled on the floor. Kriak barely had time to react as the cultist menacing the trio was about to bring his hammer down on Garila. The huntsman didn't even think, he just did. His pirl dagger tumbled perfectly through the air, completing three spins before striking through the hood and deep into the mage's spinal cord. The mace disintegrated as its dead weight began to fall towards Garila.

 

The fight wasn't over though. The first, and now last, cultist rose from his place on the floor and struck at Kriak with his mace. Because of the throw, Kriak knew he couldn't dodge it all, but he minimized the impact as best he could by skirting to one side and lunging forward. He couldn't avoid the great weight crushing his foot but neither could the mage dodge his shortsword. The blade struck true, digging in slightly to the armor right at the heart, Kriak's elbow was still bent.

 

"Ha, you are no match for the power of Lord Dagon!" The cultist scoffed at Kriak's futile attempt to make the most of the sacrifice.

 

"Perhaps, but neither is your armor." Kriak smirked as several skittering black sparks danced across his blade and arched across to the bound armor. The mage stared in shock, bewilderment and horror as the fairy like energies slowly changed red and seemed to leave trails of Daedric runes in the air where they passed. Suddenly they all converged where the sword was and formed a single rune: that of Oblivion. Kriak suddenly felt all the tension in his arm dissipate as his sword pushed easily through the once impregnable armor. The mage shrieked and wailed as blood spurted from his aorta, getting on Kriak's face and armor. Then the bound equipment evaporated like the rest and the mage lie dead.

 

Kriak hobbled over to Garila and the others. "Now, let's get him into this prison cell." He ignored any concerns for his foot. He could tend to it later and he could work with it if necessary right now.

 

Kriak bellowed up the hall, "Adrynn! Are you alright? There were three more down here, do you need reinforcements?"

[darkedge42392]

Adrynn Indarys, Redoran Outpost, Molag Mar

 

Adrynn charged into the outpost, his eyes blazing as he targeted the last of the five Mythic Dawn agents. While Adrynn had been dealing with his compatriot outside, this one had decided to terrorize Hakar, the smith. It had backfired though, as Hakar was a quite large Nord, and not one to back down from a fight. Especially not in his own smithy. Adrynn watched as Hakar pushed the Mythic Dawn agent back with a great swing of a Nordic Claymore, just as the Redoran slammed into him from the opposite side, running his Daedric katana though the back of the assassin's hood, slaying him instantly. Once again, his conjured armor and weapon disappeared in a flash of hot air as he died, revealing nothing but a man in a crimson set of robes. Adrynn kicked the still warm corpse once for good measure, before glancing around for more enemies. Not seeing any immediately, he turned and ran to the stairs, just as Kriak's voice carried up from downstairs.

 

"Adrynn! Are you alright? There were three more down here, do you need reinforcements?" the hunter's voice said, strained from adrenaline.

 

"I'm fine! And I brought reinforcements," he said down the stairs. "Secure our prisoner! I'll be back in a moment!"

 

He turned to the Ordinator, who was crouched over the corpse of the Mythic Dawn agent. "Can you stay here a moment while I check on my companions?"

 

The Indoril clad head snapped up. "Go Redoran, I'll handle any more of these who are fool enough to show their faces in Molag Mar."

 

Hakar spoke up as well, his stubbled face covered in sweat, both from the sudden attack and the heat of his forge. "Go on, Adrynn. We've got this."

 

Adrynn nodded and sprinted from the outppst. He ran through the plaza toward the docks, still hearing the sounds of fighting. He slid to a stop right at the stairs that led to the overhang that overlooked the docks below. Three more of the Daedric clad Mythic Dawn agents had just appeared from the waistworks. They looked surprised to see him. He snarled and threw himself forward, his Daedric katana swinging in a wide arc.

 

"For House Redoran!!!" he called as he attacked.

 

Garila Indarys, Redoran Outpost, Molag Mar

 

Garila and Elvas had dragged the Nerevarine down the stairs and through a hallway, hoping that they could reach the cell in time to save the Incarnate. Garila was infuriated. She turned right as footsteps sounded behind her, brandishing her sword. The four Mythic Dawn agents hesitated. That cost them their lives. Out of nowhere, Kriak appeared, slamming into them with a fury Garila had only seen from Adrynn. Within seconds, the hunter had dispatched them, and Garila stabbed the corpse at her feet once in the face, just to guarantee his death. Adrynn's call for them to secure the Nerevarine registered in her head with a sharp click.

 

She nodded as Kriak hobbled over to help them. She grabbed the Incarnate's bound arm with one hand and pushed him further down the hall, finally stopping at the open prison cell. She hurriedly shoved him inside and slammed the door shut. It locked with a satisfied click.

 

Garila turned and leaned against the door, her eyes shut as tears began to fill her eyes. She couldn't take this. This whole situation was going from bad to worse. And she and Adrynn were caught in the middle of it.

 

"Kriak, are you alright? Your foot must be broken," she said, remembering the sharp sound of the Daedric mace against the hunter's foot.

[AurianaValoria1]

Velanya Therys, Molag Mar, Redoran Compound

 

Velanya had stayed close to the Incarnate during the fight, as the close proximity of Dagon's servants seemed to reverse all the good that had come from the cousins' work. Garila had effectively locked him in his cell, but he had begun screaming creative obscenities again. Perhaps that was for the best, though, as it painted him to be just another deranged follower of Mehrunes Dagon.

 

Once the fight was over, she turned to Kriak, "You need me to try and patch that up, friend?"

 

She smirked. Something told her the answer would be "no."

 

 

Caius Cosades, Molag Mar, Docks

 

The Spymaster's katana rang out of its sheath and swiped just in time to sever the head of the second attacker, the Akaviri steel slicing easily through flesh and bone.

 

The third was bearing down on Lecuaro.

 

"Look sharp, Marczon!"

 

 

Elam Gols, Molag Mar, Silt Strider Port

 

The four veteran Ordinators had finally arrived in Molag Mar, carefully making their way down the silt-strider ramp.

 

Elam paused mid-stride, "Wait...hear that?" His gruff voice was wary.

 

Kareth nodded tersely, "The sounds of battle."

 

At that moment, the silt strider workers - four in total - all shouted simultaneously, "For Lord Dagon!"

 

The Ordinators had just enough time to unsheathe their weapons when the workers transformed into daedric-clad warriors.

[NinjaGoddessAyra]

Ayra and Ulfgar, on the shoreline a little ways from Molag Mar

 

Ulfgar followed Ayra through the winding paths down the foyada as she continued to walk a brisk pace, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere. He didn't think it was a good idea to jump out and leave everyone the way they did. Not after hearing the story that they did. Still, he knew Ayra to be stubborn, and trying to convince her of something otherwise was almost impossible....almost.

 

"Ayra," he called out, "Lets go back alright? We really shouldn't leave the others behind. They're after the same thing we are."

 

Ayra stopped suddenly, and for a moment he thought he had gotten through to her. But then, she suddenly bent her knees into a combat position, her hand sliding to the hilt of her sword, and then he sensed it too: they had walked straight into an ambush.

 

3 crimson hooded figures clad in daedric armor appeared from out of nowhere.

 

"Sorry Dunmer," one said, taking a single step towards Ayra with his daedric mace, "but you picked a bad day to side against Lord Dagon!"

 

It happened so suddenly, the speaker in the crimson robes was clearly not expecting anything like the reaction he received from Ayra. She drew her sword in a graceful arching slash at such an incredible speed that the man in the hood barely had time to manage one last look of fear or surprise, before his head was severed entirely from the rest of his body.

 

Ayra looked at the other two men, who were stunned at first, but began to charge her as well. She was ready, and she knew better; the only reason she was able to nail the first one is because he let his guard down, if these two were smart at all, they would not make the same mistake. Ayra stayed back and took up a defensive posture, readying herself for the imminent attack, and watching their movements closely. When they finally reached her, she dodged and parried, moving in such a fluid like motion; it was like watching a very elegant dance, the way she barely just dodged the awkward swings of their clubs, and yet showed no fear, no hesitation, just careful concentration.

 

She finally found an opening in of the hooded men's defenses and slashed into his abdominal area, with him falling to the ground. As she began to face the last man, readying herself for one more fight, her eyes widened with astonishment as she saw the other one get up and brush himself off like nothing had happeneed, readying himself for another round. This won't be easy, she thought to herself. She needed a better strategy, if their armor was damn near impenetrable she'd have to figure out a new plan.

 

As Ayra raised her sword for another bout, she suddenly felt a sharp pain slice across her back, and barely had time to look behind her to see more hooded men behind her.

 

How did they sneak up on me!? She thought to herself. That's incredible!

 

She stumbled forward a couple steps, and fell to one knee. She was not going to be okay. She looked around, trying to clear her vision, and banish the pain away, when she saw Ulfgar run and grab her arm. He cast a scroll of Almsivi Intervention and safely got them out of there.

 

She felt that familiar whooshing sensation, and then before she had time to register it, she was in Molag Mar, in the temple. She tried to keep her eyes open, to will herself not to pass out, but it was no good, she was losing blood and consciousness fast.

 

"Come on," Ulfgar said urgently.

 

He picked her up and carried her on his back. He needed to get her help, and fast. But as he called out frantically for help, he noticed that people seemed to be coming and going very fast, particularly the Ordinator guards, who were running out the exit to get somewhere.

 

Damn it, he thought to himself, this is NOT the time for a panic to start happening.

 

Without hesitation, Ulfgar ran out of the temple with Ayra on his back, and started to run. The others said they'd be in the Redoran Outpost, if I'm lucky, they'll still be around. Not that much time could have elapsed....right? He didn't want to think about what would happen if they hald already left and moved on. He would not lose Ayra, he wouldn't.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Lecuaro Sulnair Marczon - Molag Mar Exterior

 

 

The cultists had appeared as if from nothingness, and before Lecuaro, Caius, or Shaie had time to properly react, their attackers had traded their blood-red robes for Daedric plate and weaponry. Shaie and Caius took the first two attackers in stride, and Lecuaro managed to meet the fellow coming for him in turn. The Breton ripped his katana from its scabbard.

 

Lecuaro unsheathed in a fashion as to meet the assailant's descending mace in the same motion, catching it mid-strike and then deflecting it downward. As the katana rolled the mace downward and off to the side, Lecuaro shoved the cultist back with his free hand. As the cultist staggered back in surprise from the deft response, Lecuaro brought his katana into the man's leg. The ebony blade managed to bite through the summoned Daedric and find the flesh beneath, and the Legionnaire gave a nasty drawing cut before ducking away from a haymaker counterswing from the mace, keeping his blade low.

 

The cultist's reckless swing proved to be ill-fated. He had overstretched his arm and unbalanced himself, and Lecuaro responded by simply bringing his katana up into the man's forearm. Once again, his katana punched through the Daedric armor and drew blood. Lecuaro kicked the man in the hip and he once again stumbled backward, his own momentum dragging his arm down the katana's blade.

 

Lecuaro was about to press again when he heard the cultists' war cry sound again.

 

"For Lord Dagon!"

 

Lecuaro looked around and saw another five cultists likewise dressed for battle coming full-speed. Lecuaro knew that eight against three was a pathetic matchup, and he forwent his fight with the wounded cultist to go get Caius and Shaie.

 

"Caius, we can't take all of these guys at once. Let's bolt!" Lecuaro bellowed as he clasped Caius by the shoulder.

 

Lecuaro then sped over to Shaie, half-pulling her along when he grabbed her arm. "Hustle, Shaie. These odds aren't good!"

 

Then, Lecuaro reached to his belt and took one of the fire sticks he had saved from the supplies they had gotten at Fort Floodgate. He tossed it on the ground before the assassins and sent a fireball after it. As soon as the flames hit the powdered shaft, it went up in an inferno much larger than what could be expected of an item so small.

 

"C'mon, while we can!" Lecuaro repeated as he tapped both Caius and Shaie on the shoulders again.

[Zephyr2011]

Kriak, Redoran Outpost, Molag Mar

 

Kriak grunted in pain, a rare gesture from him, when he got over to the other elves in the outpost. His foot wasn't just broken, it was nearly obliterated. He was slowly grasping the depths of his injury and it was not good. He didn't think any of his companions had healing magic strong enough to fix it properly and he lacked the surgical expertise to set that many compound fractures properly for it to heal on its own. Even if he could, he doubted they had that kind of time for the operation or how much his foot would hinder him.

 

Velanya offered to patch him up, and for that he was quite grateful, "If you could that would be very much appreciated. It's very bad though, do you know any healing magic? Strong healing magic. Would anyone of our companions be able to heal it with a spell?" Kriak's brow furrowed, he thought he knew the answers.

 

Kriak drew his shortsword and set his jaw slightly. He needed to steel himself for what he would probably have to do. He hated doing it but every so often it was necessary, either to save his life or complete his mission. Shadow magic was a cruel mistress when healing was involved and it added to his trepidation.

[razorpony]

Shaie Ta'Rah - Molag Mar Docks

 

 

 

Shaie stood over the corpse of the dead cultist looking at his face with intense curiosity. She did not know the mer from any of her dealings within the city since her time here. An outsider, then. She glanced up to see Caius and the one called Marczon handily dispatch their foes then returned her attention to the mer at her feet. Sounds of battle were erupting from all around them. They needed to find the others and regroup, but first...

 

She knelt down quickly and dipped her finger in the bright blood as it pooled on the stone floor. Bringing the finger to her face she said a silent prayer and ran her finger across her cheekbone from nose to ear, underlining her right eye.

 

"So it's a war now. Fair enough." she murmured to herself.

 

"For Lord Dagon!" came another cry from behind her. Shaie's mouth spread in a sinister grin as she turned to see Caius and Marczon heading her way. She didn't know how many cultists had come to Molag Mar but she was determined to see that they never made it home again. As the two men reached her position she began to ask about their battle plan but was interrupted by the large Breton grabbing her by the arm and yanking her along like a child in tow. A wall of fire suddenly erupted behind them, cutting off the remaining cultists and preventing them from following, at least temporarily.

 

"Despite your chivalrous intentions" Shaie seethed through her teeth "I am not a common housepet, and will not be handled as such!" With this she bit down on the Bretons finger and began kicking furiously until she felt the ground rise up to meet her feet once more. "Go. Find the others. I'll meet you when I can."

 

Shaie sped off toward the flames before he could answer, disappearing into the smoke. She leaped into the air, clearing the flames and landing in a crouch on the other side. The mythic dawn was in disarray, shouting and running back and forth looking for an opening through which they could continue their pursuit.

 

"You'll never catch them that way!" she shouted at them. "But I think I can help you find what you're looking for!"

 

They turned to face her, weapons raised. As they did, two of the warriors sank to the ground with the pommels of glass daggers protruding from their foreheads. Shaie turned and bounded away with the sounds of armor clad footsteps behind her.

[AurianaValoria1]

Caius Cosades, Molag Mar, Docks

 

"Lesson number one," the Spymaster gestured to Lecuaro's bitten finger, "Don't touch the cat."

 

He then dashed down the walkways of the canton to find Adrynn and the others. He could only hope that they were all right. From the sounds of battle ringing off of the stone walls, Caius discerned that the Mythic Dawn had staged a complicated attack on the entirety of Molag Mar.

 

As he made his way to the top level, he saw the strange Dunmer girl being carried on the back of her Nord friend. The man was making a run for the Redoran stronghold...and the woman was bleeding terribly.

 

"Ulfgar, take care!" he warned with a shout, "Molag Mar is under attack! The stronghold could be dangerous!"

 

 

Velanya Therys, Molag Mar, Redoran Outpost

 

The Knight Errant smirked at Kriak, "I was trained in the Restoration arts, yes. I'm no master, but I can heal broken bones."

 

She looked down at the woodsman's foot. The more she looked, the more she thought it had actually been pulverized...there was blood oozing from between the sections of his armored boot. This wasn't going to be pretty.

 

"Ah, Kriak, I need to remove your boot, if you'll let me."

 

 

Elam Gols, Molag Mar, Silt Strider Port

 

Ivela had already unslung her bow and knocked two ebony arrows. In a mere second, the shafts found their marks in the eye slits of one of the cultist's masks, and he went down like a stone, his armor evaporating in a hot red haze.

 

Out of his many weapons, Ravos had chosen his ebony axe, and the warrior was now bearing down on a second cultist. Elam guarded Kareth as she began casting fireballs at the other two.

 

Ivela's arrows found their mark in one, but the arrows stuck in the thick daedric breastplate. He was on top of her before she could draw her daggers, screaming praises to Mehrunes Dagon all the while. Elam managed to swipe sideways with his sword, the ebony blade biting between the plates on the cultist's arm and stopping his overhanded swing at the archer. The daedric mace clattered to the ground, but Elam failed to notice the glitter of a daedric dagger in the cultist's offhand. Unbelievable pain exploded in his abdomen as the dagger was easily thrust through his Indoril armor.

 

"Elam!" Kareth cried when she saw her companion buckle from the wound, a red trail of magic pouring into the cultist as it drained the Ordinator's life force. "No-"

 

Her cry was cut short as another cultist approached from behind, slamming the pommel of his daedric sword into the battlemage's head. Ivela snarled, throwing one of her daggers and exacting swift retribution - it buried itself up to the hilt in the cultist's neck. With another throw, she did the same with Elam's attacker, and both of the Dagon worshiper's fell in a cloud of scarlet vapor.

 

Ravos was now battling three cultists at once...four more had joined the fray from somewhere near Molag Mar, the first of whom had taken down Kareth. Ivela knocked another arrow, but the wad of four warriors was moving so erratically, she could not fire for fear of hitting her fellow Ordinator. Her hands shook with anger and fear as she saw Elam through the glass eyes of her mask - he was writhing in pain, and just beside him Kareth lay perfectly still.

 

No...not like this...

Edited December 1, 2012 by AurianaValoria1

[darkedge42392]

Adrynn Indarys, Molag Mar

 

Adrynn's Daedric Katana clipped the first cultist, barely scraping his armor, but making him hesitate. Adrynn took advantage of this and dove in, grabbing him by the throat and pushing him backwards into the ledge overlooking the docks. The cultist dug his heels in to the stone ground and tried to stop himself. He succeeded, only to look up and see a Daedric mace collide into his head. One of his fellows had angrily attacked Adrynn with a wild haymaker, only to find his target no longer there and his mace still swinging. The first cultist fell over the rim of the ledge and landed with a sickening crack. An explosion of fire soon followed, and the Redoran took the distraction to his advantage.

 

Adrynn rolled away from the two now infuriated Mythic Dawn agents and sprinted for the temple plaza. Hopefully there he could find some backup. He skidded to a halt as he saw Ulfgar fly by with Ayra on his back and Caius appear from no where. Caius' shout to Ulfgar about the stronghold being dangerous force Adrynn to spin on his heels and face the two agents attacking him. He waited until the last second and sidestepped the running attack, twisting his body at the waist to deliver a devastating strike that broke the shoulder of the first cultist and send him rolling into the stone floor, screaming. The second managed a swing to Adrynn's head, but the attack was wild and without purpose. The Redoran stood up on his toes and stepped back about half a foot to dodge the attack, his arms extended above him. He took the split second he needed and with a powerful downswing, decapitated the second cultist. His armor disappeared as all the others did, with a blast of hot air, his corpse rolling as it hit the ground, spraying blood. The first had managed to stand back up, and with one limp arm, attacked the Redoran again.

 

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" Adrynn taunted. He took a few steps back to catch his breath.

 

"Lord Dagon does not reward those who fail him, scum!" the cultist screamed, throwing himself at Adrynn. His swing was wild, as it was with his off hand. Adrynn deflected it with his katana and drove the sword into the assassin's throat, rendering his growl of anger a gurgle of pain. Adrynn twisted the sword violently once and kicked the cultist down, pulling his sword from his neck at the same time and nearly removing his head in the process.

 

He glanced around to find Ordinators running everywhere, with the strange Mythic Dawn agents appearing from nowhere and attacking. Where are they coming from? he wondered, wiping his sword off on the robes of the agent at his feet. The blood matched the robes perfectly.

 

"Caius! We need to regroup!" Adrynn shouted over the din of yelling and the sounds of metal on armor. He jogged over to the Spymaster. "How fare you?"