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OOC:

 

The two groups are Has-Big-Axe and Tarkel and the rest of you.

 

There are two groups because Tarkel found Has-Big-Axe in the woods and are now travelling separately from the rest.

 

The two groups were not very far from eachother but they did not know of eachother's presence so could not camp together. Not very far still means several hundred if not thousand yards.

 

Seraph has a new body. Luthin controls his mind.

 

Tarkel is a werewolf but is able to control his lycanthropy.

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OOC:Err.. No werewolf, mainly various viruses á la Luthin.

And oh, both groups are going to the same wise woman, though they don't know of eachothers destinations. And, yes, you are carrying Seraph's old body, you don't know if he's dead or just seasick. Sorry I didn't post IC, but I'm tired and it's late.

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Seraph had returned.

He was now completely controled by Luthin, but he didn't know.

Luthin poisoned his thoughts, so the fear of loosing the

staff was turned into hatred. He hated the ones who wanted to destroy the staff.

And in this blind hate he stepped forward into the batte, evading with

surprising ease the slash of the Argonian. He startet to laugh of joy

because of the new body given him by luthin

"This is great!" he said, as he swayed the sword in direction of Has-big-Axe

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OOC: Ok, not a werewolf, a sickie ;)

 

IC:

 

Has-Big-Axe brought his axe up to block Seraph's sword. The force of the swing stunned him. The sword slammed into the blade of the axe and but the Argonian was knocked backwards onto his back. He quickly sprang back to his feet, shocked by the immense strength of the man.

 

He managed to deflect another blow from the sword and quickly brought his axe back to swing at the man's legs.

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"Thank the Tribunal!" Isaac said as he thought of the near impending rest. "I was not sure how much longer I could keep this up." Isaac stumbled, but regained his balance and his mental grip on seraph tighteed. It was suddenly easier to hold seraph up. Not by much but Seraph had seemed to lighter... No.. Impossible...It defies logic... Isaac was forced to keep his thoughts on Seraph due to the sudden descent of seraphs body. "Damnit...Can we stop now? I, I need a break... I promise to make more and of higher quality potions when we rest but I can't do this any longer..."
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Tyjet nods in agreement. "yeah, we really should rest up. I'm low on supplies so Isaac, you better make the potions." Tyjet turned to the rest of the group... "So are we stopping now?"
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"Stop, for God's sake, stop!", shouted Élsúch, who had been thinking about other things. "We all need a rest and you two have been working more than the rest of us", he said and looked terrified to have forgotten their needs to rest. He searched his pockets and found only a small piece of crabmeat wrapped un in a piece of cloth. "Seems like I'm running low..", he told thin air and swallowed it all in once and then turned around to look at the others.

 

"If someone would feel like getting some kind of fire started, I'll do my best to track down some animal or another food source..", he told them and watched the small spots of grass around them. "A lake.. something.. mudcrabs maybe..", he mumbled and turned around again.

 

"Come on!", shouted Tarkél when Has-Big-Axe's axe flew at Seraph's legs. Nothing happened, except a little shard of the axe that went flying into the night. "What the..", Tarkél mumbled and grabbed the argonian by the arm and pulled him as far away as possible. "Get.. over.. here!", he shouted. The tall man stood there and laughed, laughed into the night, doing nothing to stop the two others.

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OOC:

you are carrying Seraph's old body, you don't know if he's dead or just seasick

 

We were told he was dead.

 

both groups are going to the same wise woman

 

No... Axe and Tarkel are going to Urshilaku, and we're going to Ahemmusa. Right??

 

IC:

 

Eiade sat herself on a rock, and put her hands in her lap as she watched the two magic-users settle Seraph's body down. The wind blew some loose blonde hair across her face, and she pushed away and tucked it behind her ear.

 

Are we headed north of ghostgate or south of ghostgate?" She asked. "What did we decide?"

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Has-Big-Axe allowed himself to be almost dragged away by Tarkel. He ran the drunken run of an Argonian dazed. Finally they stopped and panted for breath. Has-Big-Axe merely stared in disbelief at his axe. Daedric it was made from, ebony strengthened with daedra scales and imbued with the soul of a daedra. The chip was clearly visible is the middle of the keen black blade. A blemish on the honed cutting edge.

 

The Argonian held the axe blade up to Tarkel's also startled eyes. The same material that the Argonian's armour was made from, armour that could withstand blows from ballistas, was chipped by the flesh of a man's legs. Has-Big-Axe said in a whisper, "My axe is not dust, that man was not Luthin. He was another of evil disposition but lesser poser".

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