Elder Scrolls: Interregnum Chapter 4 (Started, Open)

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"Swallowed whole? He must've fallen into another cave system. What was in there must have done this." His musing caused him to fall behind slightly, but he quickly picked up the slack.
"So, what type of creature lives in tunnels besides Goblins? Dwemer?

''Dwemer aren't this far south either, Ayleid maybe? The note mentions a structure, I'm betting it's some sort of ruin that's been preserved down here'' As they continued walking, their path led into a sort of burial chamber, which Joncis and the others were entering ''You find anything?'' Joncis asked, with Dro'Araaj, Vargmir, Urgal and Astoph filing in next to him.

"Not really," Dro'Araaj replied, "More skeletons, someones dying message written on the wall in their own blood, you know typical cave stuff, oh and before you ask this one could not make out what they were writing, likely a warning given that such messages tend to be that."

He smelled the air, the place smelled old, and certainly this passage reeked of death for obvious reasons, but there was something else, something he couldn't quite place.

"This tunnel could also lead to one of the sloads underground cities, they do show up to buy corpses in Senchal from time to time."

The bulk of the group came towards another fork in the tunnels, one leading up, and another sloping down, ''I'll take the top side, Dro'Araaj and Anruin are with me'' Joncis said, moving up through the tunnel. Enthir soon leading the others in the group down the deeper but wider passage.

After a few minutes Iloden and Endya had seemed to reach a large clearing, they looked down to their bottom left to see a main entrance and across from them several metres above it another entrance, which between the two was a large stone walkway supported by pillars. Across from them was a massive stone monument, with the lunar signs surrounding a circular hole carved out of the centre of it and built behind were the ruins of a building. Above it light could be seen coming in from the ceiling of the cave. ''This is ancient Khajiit, definitely, see the lunar calender?'' she pointed towards the large pillar.

From the other side of the walkway Joncis, Dro'Araaj and Anruin came through and saw Iloden and Endya, ''...amazing'' Joncis said quietly, waving over to the others.
Enthir and the others emerged from the bottom level shortly afterwards, he looked up at them and shouted up ''Now what?'' ''Check out the fort, we'll stay up here and try to find a ramp down'' Endya responded loudly.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the air and hit a body behind one of the stone pillars. ''I think we should stay up here'' Joncis shouted back, throwing another bolt, turning a skeleton to ash. Inside the ancient tomb they could see a bright glow coming from the windows, ''Necromancer?!'' Endya asked, throwing a dagger at an undead behind Enthir.
He pulled out his sword and ran for the centre, while the others covered him, a bolt of lightning narrowly avoided his head, he turned to see Joncis, ''Wasn't me! I wa-'' he shouted down, before he could finish, several bolts fired from the tomb were heading for him, he jumped out of the way of one, then held up a ward for the others, protecting Anruin and Dro'Araaj in the process. ''There's more than one!'' Enthir shouted, taking cover behind one of the large stone pillars, knocking a skeleton that got in his way to pieces with his sword.

Anruin looked for the origins of these attacks.

"I count 6 of them, twice as many skeletons!" After he finishes the sentence, he begins sprinting between the pillars, Lloden covering him as he went. He snuck up on the first one, and with a flash of silver, his head was rolling about the floor. Several skeletons collapsed, clearing a way for the group.

Lloden stood, looking at the strange room. It tugged at something in his mind. He knew it was important, but it wouldn't let him grab it. He sighed, and examined his bow. It had already been falling apart, and Endya's flailing had cracked it. He placed solemly on a crumbling plinth that some grave robber had cleared off long ago.

Then the others appeared, making ridiculous amounts of noise. Endya, foolishly, shouted back, and the skeletons awakened.
He sighed and picked the bow back up and tested the draw. Good for a couple more shots, but not much beyond that. He placed an arrow into one necromancer's throat before they knew he was there. The rest immediately raised shields and charmed themselves. Lloden saw Anruin sneaking across the floor, and put another arrow into the only necromancer who wasn't covered. The bow gave out, and the arrow struck him in the chest, toppling him over.
Lloden tossed the bow aside and vaulted down to the floor, relying on his vague memories of climbing things all his childhood. He landed with a grunt and a roll, but nothing was broken. He drew his sword.

SamtheDeathclaw:
Lloden stood, looking at the strange room. It tugged at something in his mind. He knew it was important, but it wouldn't let him grab it. He sighed, and examined his bow. It had already been falling apart, and Endya's flailing had cracked it. He placed solemly on a crumbling plinth that some grave robber had cleared off long ago.

Then the others appeared, making ridiculous amounts of noise. Endya, foolishly, shouted back, and the skeletons awakened.
He sighed and picked the bow back up and tested the draw. Good for a couple more shots, but not much beyond that. He placed an arrow into one necromancer's throat before they knew he was there. The rest immediately raised shields and charmed themselves. Lloden saw Anruin sneaking across the floor, and put another arrow into the only necromancer who wasn't covered. The bow gave out, and the arrow struck him in the chest, toppling him over.
Lloden tossed the bow aside and vaulted down to the floor, relying on his vague memories of climbing things all his childhood. He landed with a grunt and a roll, but nothing was broken. He drew his sword.

Anruin ran to Lloden, dodging another lightning bolt. Joncis and Endya were keeping the last one occupied, as Enthir organised the rest of the group to fight the Skeletons which were resurrected en masse when they realized they were an actual threat.

"Friend, you need to learn how to climb." he said, faint smile on his face.
"I'd suggest you kill that guy Endya's been fighting. I'll take care of this guy." He sprinted at him, and was surprised when he conjured a blade.
'Crap.' he ducked the wild swing the necromancer gave, but he dodged Anruins stab.
'Good reflexes, no training' Anruin smiled, though he knew this might take awhile.

Lloden strode across the floor. He felt strange.
Granted, I've felt strange for a good week now. What's changed? He worried at the thoughts while doggedly pursuing the remaining mage, who was running from him and flinging fireballs at Lloden.
"Gonna have to do better than that!" he shouted, sidestepping one last fireball before the man was cornered. Lloden ran the man through. He stepped back, letting him slump to the ground.
He turned and saw Anruin still fighting the last necromancer. The rest of the group was cleaning up the few remaining skeletons, easily cutting through the weak conjurations.
Something didn't sit right with him about this fight. It was too easy.

His fight had stretched well over 3 minutes, and Anruin was starting to sense some frustration on the mages' end. Anruin made another swing, and when he blocked it he punched him in the nose, sending him staggering. A quick stab in the heart, and the conjurations were broken.

"So, think there's a chest around here. Seems standard fair for a dungeon like this." Anruin smiled faintly, but he felt uneasy.

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"So, think there's a chest around here. Seems standard fair for a dungeon like this." Anruin smiled faintly, but he felt uneasy.

Lloden looked around, and nodded at the still-glowing tomb proper. He sighed.
"I think we've got some more people to slaughter first. How come they never just give up?" he sighed, and laughed.

Inside the tomb the glowing stopped, Enthir, Urgal and Vargmir finished off the remaining skeletons. Endya and Joncis headed down the ramp towards the others, but were cut off by a massive bolt of lightning, it ricocheted across the walls until it hit Astoph, his armor soaking it up with seemingly no issue. From 2 of the side doors half a dozen necromancers and about 20 bandit thralls were running at them. From the main tomb 2 storm atronachs were coming at them, with the Master Conjurer taking shots at the group from behind a fallen watchtower.

Joncis conjured his flame atronach, while Enthir conjured his frost atronach, Endya meanwhile, dipped her daggers in a poison Dro'Araaj gave her. ''Chezik, Der-kran!'' Joncis shouted, the flame atronach immediately fighting off the enemy atronachs, ''You 3, the heavy hitters!, take out the bandits, Endya, aim for the necromancers, Joncis, make sure we aren't shot!'' Enthir shouted, Joncis nodded and helped him hold a massive ward up, shielding most of the group from incoming lightning. Anruin and Iloden were no where to be found.

Lloden sighed.
"Always more fools to kill."
He saw it was a very big battle.
His hand brushed the dark blade at his side.
He blacked out, his quickly fading consciousness managing to think, Well, at least it's bandits and necromancers this time.

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Inside the tomb the glowing stopped, Enthir, Urgal and Vargmir finished off the remaining skeletons. Endya and Joncis headed down the ramp towards the others, but were cut off by a massive bolt of lightning, it ricocheted across the walls until it hit Astoph, his armor soaking it up with seemingly no issue. From 2 of the side doors half a dozen necromancers and about 20 bandit thralls were running at them. From the main tomb 2 storm atronachs were coming at them, with the Master Conjurer taking shots at the group from behind a fallen watchtower.

Joncis conjured his flame atronach, while Enthir conjured his frost atronach, Endya meanwhile, dipped her daggers in a poison Dro'Araaj gave her. ''Chezik, Der-kran!'' Joncis shouted, the flame atronach immediately fighting off the enemy atronachs, ''You 3, the heavy hitters!, take out the bandits, Endya, aim for the necromancers, Joncis, make sure we aren't shot!'' Enthir shouted, Joncis nodded and helped him hold a massive ward up, shielding most of the group from incoming lightning. Anruin and Iloden were no where to be found.

After handing Endya the poison Dro'Araaj turned to face the bandit thralls, twenty of them against Urgal, Vargmir, and himself, this would be interesting. The thralls divided to fight the three of them, with six of them moving to attack Araaj, he wasted no time in using his staff,blasting at them with fireballs, bringing down three of them before they closed the distance.

He blocked a bandit's sword with the staff then threw it aside, striking at the thralls with his claws, aiming for eyes and throats, as well as anywhere else that would be particularly painful.

Endya managed to stab through two of the thralls with her last dagger before being knocked to the ground by a third, she managed to get to her feet before Vargmir's heavy axe sliced through the thrall. Urgal hurled a mace at a necromancer who got inside the Ward bubble, it became lodged in one's head as he pulled out another mace and helped Enthir, who was fending off 4 thralls with Astoph.

Joncis couldn't hold it any longer, he dropped the ward and ran for the nearest boulder, dodging a flurry of lightning directed at him. His Atronach had just exploded, taking Enthir's with it, who had just finished impaling a necromancer on one of its sharp ice limbs.

''Get to cover'' he shouted, throwing fire at the necromancers to try and stem the flow of lightning. Enthir made it to the boulder next to Joncis, while Endya ran for the upper levels, snatching some arrows off the thrall's ash piles on the way

Dro'Araaj tossed a potion of restore magicka to Joncis as he joined him behind cover, concentrating he released a pulse of healing magic, mending some of the minor injuries they had accrued.

"Anyone need more healing, and do we have a plan?" he asked, digging around in his potions bag for something.

[Didn't happen]

''Endya, we're heading to the main tomb, the lead necromancer must be doing something in there and we can't fight off all of these things'' Joncis shouted up. throwing ice spears and impaling the last of the thralls on the pillars ''Fine'' Endya said, throwing arrows at the necromancers, one being lodged in one's head as the main tomb continued to glow.

Urgal was staggered back, bleeding profusely from his left arm where a vicious lunge from a clawed hand had sliced the flesh in four neat thin red lines. He was swinging his remaining mace valiantly with both hands, attempting to reach his other mace that was still embedded in a collapsed skull some distance away. He only usually threw his mace when not surrounded, but Lloden being hunched over, blade in hand and seemingly in pain had been in danger of being attacked from behind.

He looked around him for a second to see his comrades similarly overwhelmed, taking cover and hastily swigging Dro'Araaj's potions. Even this seconds glance cost him, as an iron war axe lodged itself deeply in between Urgal's knuckles on his right hand.

Urgal roared ferally which echoed around the cave as he punched the offending thrall in the throat using the iron axe as a makeshift knuckleduster. It came loose from Urgal's still clenched fist revealing empty space an inch deep pulsing dark, red blood every half second, like wine flowing forth from a bottle.

Urgal's vision blurred and he felt the pain fade as the natural defence mechanism of Orismer berserk rage kicked in. He charged two shambling thralls to the ground and planted a mace blow in another's chest in a bid to reach his discarded weapon. He no longer wished to fight to survive or to protect his allies. He was driven by another, more destructive force that wished only to die trying, and decimate as many as he could before he did so.

He headbutted an iron helmet wearing thrall denting the helm slightly, but cutting a bloody ridge across his eyebrow in the process. He had reached his goal and stretched out a clenching broken hand to the handle of his weapon. But the mace wasn't it's usual bottle green hue of orsinium, in fact it had been replaced by an ebony material clearly of daedric origin, which furrowed between his knuckles as he grasped it, weaving patterns over his wound and halfway up his wrist.

Urgal Gro Lee, you have proven yourself worthy and defended my name and honour. Today you could die and join me in my eternal exile, but I have another fate for you. Take Scourge and punish all of those who defy me and would rob you of this destiny.

Urgal had no time to think or take this in at all as a storm Atronarch was spinning rapidly towards where he was stood. He lashed out with Scourge which seemingly had no effect, until a Dremora appeared in front of him and took the incoming blow on his shield. The Dremora then parried which stalled the spinning lightning creature enough so as Urgal had the chance to crush it's rocky head between Scourge and his other mace in a powerful clashing of the two weapons, which sent a streak of electrical sparks gracefully soaring overhead.

The time elapsed between his knuckles being split and this point had seemed like an age to Urgal, but really can't have been much more than half a minute. The rest of his comrades seemed to be on better footing than when he last looked, but were still struggling to turn the tide against the necromancers.

Enthir ran towards Urgal and cast a healing circle on the ground, Joncis soon followed while Endya covered them from the pillar. Everyone within the circle had their wounds slowly mended, and as Joncis shot lightning over the wall, killing two of the necromancers, Enthir lay down, tired from the spell.
''We're nearly at the tomb'' Joncis said, spraying the front with fire to stop atronachs from getting through ''Give me a minute to catch my breath'' Enthir sighed, at least the circle made him catch his breath faster.

"Too. Many. Fucking. NECROMANCERS!" Anruin yelled, felling a skeleton with every word. He always wondered 'why use silver?'. He had a pretty good idea now, seeing how the undead disintegrated as he swung.

A glance back towards Lloden revealed he was still out. It also made it so he didn't see the archer. He turned towards his sword arm which no longer obeyed his commands, and saw he had grown a new, wooden appendage. He barely noticed the sword had fallen out of his grasp.

He looked over his opponents. Several skeletons. The adrenaline , and the regrouping of his enemies, allowed him to think as to WHY they were here, and not attacking his group. His mind became a beehive,
'Perhaps they're blocking our exit? Or they're keeping others out? There are a lot of necromancers here, have they been here long? Did that village know of these people? Will I die here?' One took a hesitant step forward. 'Testing me.' Anruin raised his working arm to cast. What, he didn't know, but the skeletons stepped back. The necromancer controlling them was trying to think up a new tactic, Anruin guessed.

A swarm of bats flew passed him, from the direction they entered the cave. The bats swirled and formed a figure. It hovered in the air, arms crossed. Suddenly, he raised one of his claws, pointing at the Necromancer hiding behind the small army. The necromancer started floating towards the figure, clutching his throat, until a loud SNAP erupted through the room, and everything that wasn't Anruin and his new ally dropped.

Smoke formed around the figure, and Amiel looked back at him, grim smile across his face.
"Perks to being a vampire, we can do things like that." Amiel looked towards where the rest of the group, his eyes glowing a soft red. "I assume those are your friends. I'll go see what I can do to help." At that, he turned back into bats, and flew off.

Anruin sighed, and cast invisibility over himself and Lloden. They were useless with his injury, and Llodens unconsciousness. He'd wait out the fight, Lloden could do what he wished when or if he woke up. He took out his flask. Empty. He threw it at the wall,
"Worst 20 gold ever spent." he said, and began laughing.

Dro'Araaj tossed a potion of restore fatigue to Enthir, then proceeded to add his own magical fire to the blaze Joncis was creating. He reached into his ingredient pouch with his free hand and pulled out a container of dwemer oil, then lobbed it through the flames, it smashed open on the atronarchs and set them ablaze.

A few more thralls pushed through the flames, Dro'Araaj hit them with a repulse undead spell, sending them fleeing back through the inferno. He began to smile, things were going surprisingly well.

Amiel watched the group from above. They were doing well, and killing everything that got close to them, and even some far away. He figured he couldn't explain the situation quickly enough to not get killed. He decided to use some guerrilla tactics, swooping down on a necromancer, quietly slitting his neck, and flying back to the top of the cave. Some skeletons fell, leaving a more open pathway to the central chamber.
'Speaking of which...' he swooped in for a closer look.

Two men, at least that he could tell their ebony armor made it difficult, were guarding the door. Both wielded claymores the size of Amiel. They didn't seem to react to him, so they probably only attacked the living. He flew in to get a better look at their operation. There were 4 necromancers chanting, with one in the corner controlling the guards if he had to guess. He flew back out to watch the groups progress, noting the orcs' weapon.
'Daedra worshiper? Probably, most orcs are. Mala-something.'

Lloden came over the hill, a bag of game on his shoulder. A little house stood on the bay, the sun setting over the sea framing it in golden light. He whistled a little tune, and a tall, strikingly beautiful altmer woman appeared in the door.
"You're late." She said, fighting a smile. She walked out to the little gate, and opened it for him. She took the bag of game and planted a kiss on his cheek. "The little one missed you."
At that moment, a shrill shout came from inside the house.
"Papa!" A young altmer girl sprinted out and jumped onto Lloden's chest. She threw her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her. She leaned close to his ear..
"You know it's not real..."
A flash.
The same hill. Same house. Burned. Scorched. Levelled. The little garden ground into mud, the fence ripped up and tossed away. A scream. His bow arm pulling and loosing without hesitation or feeling at men he had once called brothers. His wife, dead and mutilated in their bedroom. His daughter, gone. Missing.
He hunted. They blamed him. Said he had done it that he had killed them. His daughter was sold, somewhere. No one could tell him where. He cut off fingers, toes, arms, legs. Did terrible things for a glimpse of his missing daughter. No luck.
His sister in law, a monk of some martial prowess was tracking him. Hunting him as he hunted the men who destroyed his life.

Lloden sat up with a start. He grasped his black sword in his left hand, the silver in his right.
"Whatever it takes... I will find you." He whispered to his daughter. He pushed away all the feelings that had sprung up since that day, and replaced them with sheer rage. He saw how bad his companions were doing.
With a couple strides, he waded into the thick of the battle, his swords darting this way and that, felling a skeleton or necromancer with every blow.

SamtheDeathclaw:
Lloden sat up with a start. He grasped his black sword in his left hand, the silver in his right.
"Whatever it takes... I will find you." He whispered to his daughter. He pushed away all the feelings that had sprung up since that day, and replaced them with sheer rage. He saw how bad his companions were doing.
With a couple strides, he waded into the thick of the battle, his swords darting this way and that, felling a skeleton or necromancer with every blow.

Anruin felt that Lloden had gotten up, and heard him whisper something about his 'finding' someone. He saw skeletons fall, half disintegrated the other having their souls fly out of their body, hovering there.
'No soul gems.' Anruin thought, grimly. They'd float there forever or until someone harvested them.

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Amiel remained hovering over the action. The group pushed forward, slowly but surely. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw undead fall for seemingly no reason. A Dunmer appears in the middle of the action, mid swing into a skeletons skull. Amiel flew down.
"Hello, psycho elf. You seem to be angry. Care to direct that to the skeletons to your left, there's a necromancer back there who's fortified his position, and a distraction might be nice."

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Amiel remained hovering over the action. The group pushed forward, slowly but surely. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw undead fall for seemingly no reason. A Dunmer appears in the middle of the action, mid swing into a skeletons skull. Amiel flew down.
"Hello, psycho elf. You seem to be angry. Care to direct that to the skeletons to your left, there's a necromancer back there who's fortified his position, and a distraction might be nice."

Lloden grunted and pivoted to his left. His attacks were fast and ruthless, completely lacking in anything like technique. But behind them was the cold rage only an elf cold muster. He blocked, parried and struck almost without thinking, allowing his soul piece to show him the way. He felt part of it detach from him, and fly above the battle. In his mind, he saw the battle from above.. The adventurers were in a bad way, mostly. Anruin was hurt, Araaj was frantically tossing potions to people, while the others fought as best they could.
He saw his target, a Breton hiding in an alclove with skeletons all around him. He struck quickly, cleaving a path through them easily. At the alcove, he cleared a space around himself, before driving his swords into the man. He stepped back, and turned around.
The necromancers were losing ground faster now. The bats swooping down and killing choice targets made themes much easier on the group, who were regrouping to charge again. Lloden charged straight back into the battle.

By now the group was in full strength, Endya jumped down, ducked an oncoming slash of lightning while darting towards the circle, another bolt zipped past her head before Joncis and Dro'Araaj were seen shooting a flurry of magic at them and moving out of cover, while Enthir stayed close behind, defending with the Atronachs. A mage thrall was about to strike fire from her left before Astoph jumped in front of Endya before it hit and the magic bounced off his armor to hit one of the pillars. The thrall was quickly turned to ash by a burst of energy from Dro'Araaj while Endya and Astoph made their way towards the tomb.

Joncis blew the tomb open, it was a large open area. Inside were about a dozen necromancers and their thralls. Their leader, who was up near a pedestal behind a tomb, Ordered their attack and immediately they got to cover behind some slabs of rock.
Enthir threw up a ward to stop incoming projectiles, while Joncis and Astoph took to the left, with Joncis shooting fireballs to make them easy pickings for Endya, while Astoph tried his best to find cover while stopping lightning from hitting them.

Josh12345:
By now the group was in full strength, Endya jumped down, ducked an oncoming slash of lightning while darting towards the circle, another bolt zipped past her head before Joncis and Dro'Araaj were seen shooting a flurry of magic at them and moving out of cover, while Enthir stayed close behind, defending with the Atronachs. A mage thrall was about to strike fire from her left before Astoph jumped in front of Endya before it hit and the magic bounced off his armor to hit one of the pillars. The thrall was quickly turned to ash by a burst of energy from Dro'Araaj while Endya and Astoph made their way towards the tomb.

Joncis blew the tomb open, it was a large open area. Inside were about a dozen necromancers and their thralls. Their leader, who was up near a pedestal behind a tomb, Ordered their attack and immediately they got to cover behind some slabs of rock.
Enthir threw up a ward to stop incoming projectiles, while Joncis and Astoph took to the left, with Joncis shooting fireballs to make them easy pickings for Endya, while Astoph tried his best to find cover while stopping lightning from hitting them.

Amiel hovered above the group once more, noting the new Necromancers. If he had to guess, he'd say they were redoubling their efforts after seeing so many cut down. He was willing to wait it out to see what the spell was, but the group would probably finish them all off before then.

He turned back to his most human form, drinking the blood of their leader. Bitter, but rich. Instead of falling over, the skeletons began to obey Amiel, so he ordered them to help the group. Amiel decided to reveal himself as their helper, so he strolled up to the one with the weird blade and the Atronachs.
"Hello, my name is Amiel, friend of Anruin and owner of the skeletons helping you. I'd suggest breaking their circle now."

ruedyn:

Josh12345:
By now the group was in full strength, Endya jumped down, ducked an oncoming slash of lightning while darting towards the circle, another bolt zipped past her head before Joncis and Dro'Araaj were seen shooting a flurry of magic at them and moving out of cover, while Enthir stayed close behind, defending with the Atronachs. A mage thrall was about to strike fire from her left before Astoph jumped in front of Endya before it hit and the magic bounced off his armor to hit one of the pillars. The thrall was quickly turned to ash by a burst of energy from Dro'Araaj while Endya and Astoph made their way towards the tomb.

Joncis blew the tomb open, it was a large open area. Inside were about a dozen necromancers and their thralls. Their leader, who was up near a pedestal behind a tomb, Ordered their attack and immediately they got to cover behind some slabs of rock.
Enthir threw up a ward to stop incoming projectiles, while Joncis and Astoph took to the left, with Joncis shooting fireballs to make them easy pickings for Endya, while Astoph tried his best to find cover while stopping lightning from hitting them.

Amiel hovered above the group once more, noting the new Necromancers. If he had to guess, he'd say they were redoubling their efforts after seeing so many cut down. He was willing to wait it out to see what the spell was, but the group would probably finish them all off before then.

He turned back to his most human form, drinking the blood of their leader. Bitter, but rich. Instead of falling over, the skeletons began to obey Amiel, so he ordered them to help the group. Amiel decided to reveal himself as their helper, so he strolled up to the one with the weird blade and the Atronachs.
"Hello, my name is Amiel, friend of Anruin and owner of the skeletons helping you. I'd suggest breaking their circle now."

''Just how many sellswords has the Bosmer tried to recruit at this point?'' Endya shouted, jumping out of the way of a swinging battleaxe as Urgal threw a mace at the thrall's head. ''3 or 4 at this point Endya, yes, sorry, help clear out the room, the head of these necromancers are up the stairs and through a small door, try to avoid killing him before I get in'' he said, running up to stab a necromancer, his sword sliced through her with no effort, where upon she immediately burst into flames.
Joncis and Astoph were taking the bulk of the assault, the thralls more or less ignored them but the necromancers were relentless ''Can you use ANYTHING ranged?'' Joncis asked him, shooting a thunderbolt that hit 3 people, who soon fell to the ground from arrows in the face or a blast of energy.

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''Just how many sellswords has the Bosmer tried to recruit at this point?'' Endya shouted, jumping out of the way of a swinging battleaxe as Urgal threw a mace at the thrall's head. ''3 or 4 at this point Endya, yes, sorry, help clear out the room, the head of these necromancers are up the stairs and through a small door, try to avoid killing him before I get in'' he said, running up to stab a necromancer, his sword sliced through her with no effort, where upon she immediately burst into flames.
Joncis and Astoph were taking the bulk of the assault, the thralls more or less ignored them but the necromancers were relentless ''Can you use ANYTHING ranged?'' Joncis asked him, shooting a thunderbolt that hit 3 people, who soon fell to the ground from arrows in the face or a blast of energy.

"Sellsword?" Amiel looked at him, slightly confused. He noticed the mages were in trouble, so he used his bat form to get there quickly, using his vampiric grip as he came turned back to human, causing a necromancer to fly to him within stabbing range.

Urgal crushed skull after skull into dust in his blind rage. Scourge was a mace of power, fury, but also grace as it danced from snapped neck, to caved in chest, to broken spine in rhythm, mainly using his other mace as an aid to parry blows, such was the difference in their might.

More and more skeletons and thralls came pouring out of every nook and cranny in the cave, there was obviously one extremely powerful necromancer hidden further in the depths raising every body that he had stored away in his sordid little den for his strange experiments, and the group were gradually cutting through the masses swarming them, it was only a matter of time.

Lloden whirled through the weak skeletons. A few champions proved a stiffer challenge, but they fell as well. He eventually found himself in the tomb proper, as the mages struggled and lost ground before the incessant onslaught of skeletons. They weren't strong, but there were a bloody lot of them.
He slashed a few skeletons on the way, and saw the vampire swooping around. He wondered why it was there, but quickly pushed it out of his mind.
Questions later. Catharsis now. He went back to killing beasties.

Anruin sat down against a wall. The blood loss was starting to effect him. He kept the arrow in and was waiting patiently for the fight to be over. His last thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness was,
'Hope a skeleton doesn't find me.' he smiled and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Amiel decided to leave the battle for a quick second. He returned to human form and walked back to Anruin. His situation was bad, he'd need a healer soon.
'Or, you could turn him. That'd definately save him, and feed you. Win-win.' he pushed the thought out of his head, downing another blood potion. He felt the hairs on his neck stand up, and he quickly ducked a swing. The damn door guards were on him.
"Don't suppose you'd let me go into my Lord form, would you?" he asked, pulling out his dagger.

ruedyn:
The damn door guards were on him.
"Don't suppose you'd let me go into my Lord form, would you?" he asked, pulling out his dagger.

The vampire needs help. Go to him.
A whisper in his ear, familiar. He turned and glanced quickly around the room. Two men in dark armor, wielding claymores to match, were approaching the vampire and Anruin. He quickly strode across the room, slashing at the skeletons still in the main chamber. They were starting to clear out, most dead or following the rest of the group to the tomb proper.
"Oi! S'wit! Fetcher!" he shouted at the guards. They turned and look at one another, nodded, and one turned towards Lloden, who lifted his swords- Where did I learn to fight with two swords?!- and prepared himself to fight the maybe-man.

Amiel used the opportunity to lift the second guys helmet, and smack him across the face. Fighting fair wasn't his forte. The female orc turned around, delivering a punch that sent him to the floor fast.
"You chipped a tooth. I need those." In the time she had used to laugh, he had turned into his lord form, and raised the bones and necromancers littered about the room.
"Swarm the bitch." with a snap of his fingers, they did as he said. He decided to watch Llodens fight, waiting for his new minions to kill her. He smiled at his form, unusual but effective.

Lloden allowed memories from a life he'd never had show him how to fight like this. It was disconcerting, to say the least. A gift from the tall dunmer, he guessed.
The maybe swung low at him, aiming for his legs. He stepped back neatly, and brought his silver sword up, stepping forward. It lodged into the thing's stomach. It let out a roar, and swung wildly at his head. Lloden ducked, and kicked it's knee, which buckled with a satisfying crunch. He wrenched his blade free and kicked off it's helmet. He buried the black sword in it's head, not even looking at what it was. He didn't care. He was coming down off his rage, and the many small wounds he had accumulated hurt. He pulled his sword free, and sheathed both of them.

ruedyn:
talkin' to the sparkly man.

"You're a friend of his, I take it." Lloden said to the vampire, nodding at Anruin. He walked slowly over to where the man was standing, grey skin and awful face and all.
"I've met your sire. Not a friendly guy, is he? Assuming, of course, you're one of Harkon's welps. I've never seen anyone looking like that who wasn't one of his. So forgive me if I've presumed incorrectly."

SamtheDeathclaw:
imageSPARKLY MAN!

Amiel sighed, "No, I was bitten by one though. We killed many, but we failed that quest. Me, Anruin, and Sheva are the last survivors of that massacre." his face turned into a grimace, before a long exhale, and his half-hearted grin returned. "What about you, how did you meet the lord Harkon, and retain your mortal form? He isn't known for doing that sort of thing." Behind him his minions were dog-piling the she-orc.

ruedyn:
Fine, you win.

Lloden scowled. "I'm not a typical case. My l-.. My captor manipulated me into bringing him something he needed, on the condition I wasn't harmed. I don't know the details. I just know a lot of people died for tricking me." He snorted.
"Why're you here, then? Not a place I would expect to see an ex-vampire hunter vampire, especially not a friend of Anruin's." A sly grin. "Unless, of course, you're on their side." He motioned at the necromancers.

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