Open [SKYRIM RP] Alduin Unleashed

[Fioran]

Slightly annoyed he missed; Fioran nocked another arrow, but hesitated shooting it. As he listened in in the conversation. "N'wah!" He yelled, before jumping off his platform, landing neatly beside Astros. Pointing chillrend at Daenin.

 

[AstroSteve]

Count Astros rose to his feet, still in awe of the unholy power witnessed from this Nord, tall and fierce like the steel-clad barbarians of old folklore. The ancient air caught in his throat as he steadied himself against the wall, in spite of the intoxicating gas filling his lungs, drawing his energy and will to live from every muscle. A cold kind of fear coursed through his spine as he gazed into the bloodied pools where Daenins sunken eyes lay, staring directly back at him. He could only assume that it was as dark outside now as it was between torches down there in the cold depths of the foreboding ruin.

Daenins cruel grin did not ease. If anything, it grew more terrifying with the second, and his dark hair only helped to frame his horrific stare. Astros coughed on the translucent stream of mist that was still pouring in from the brassy pipes, and from Daenins remarkable withstanding to the smoke he could only conclude that Daenin was a vampire, or perhaps a Thrall. But unknown to the dark Nord, the cough was fake, a lure to draw him closer for an easy strike – for Astros too was a vampire. He continued the weakened façade, as Daenin made a move. His metal boot thumped against the cold Dwemer floor and he drew in a sharp breathe of air, boasting of his hardy form and resistance to whatever was killing both Astros and Brenlya.

*Ffff… shick!*

A lone arrow carved through the air, missing Astros’ leg by a foot or so, and slid to a swift halt on the floor. All heads turned towards the parapets around the upper half of the chamber, scanning for the source of the arrow. Sure enough, Brenlya and Daenin saw the crouched silhouette between the golden-brown banisters.


Seeing his chance, Astros performed a silent roll to stop feet behind Daenin, snatching up the arrow as he went. He flicked the arrow to his left, and Daenin reacted perfectly with a swift cut –chopping the arrow into two separate pieces which dropped to floor. Perfect, if Astros hadn’t lunged to the opposite side and caught Daenins spare arm, forcing it up behind his back.


“Argh!” cried Daenin, forcing his pain down into his gut as he heard his arm crack.


“I’ll make it seem like I helped him with the arrow” muttered Fioran, unsheathing Chillrend with a satisfying swish. He grasped with banister with his other hand and propelled himself over the edge, landing hard but with a roll to dissipate the shock. He stopped feet from Brenlya, just where Astros had been crouching seconds before. With a triumphant look to Brenlya, his eyes telling her he was on her side, she nodded. He rose into a sprint toward Daenin, sword held like only a swordsman could.


“N’wah!” he cried, lunging forward as he brought his sword up sharply, cutting into the smoke.

 

[Fioran]

Slightly unnerved, Fioran summoned a flame atronach and casted stoneflesh on himself in a swift motion, and shot a firebolt at Daenin.

 

[narzvhog_firemane]

Deanin couldn't believe what had happened before his eyes, the orc evaporating into a bloody mist, almost as much as he couldn't believe the orc's final words.A memory of Daenin's past tries to surface, but he holds it back. He was the only one who walked away from that encampment that day; a day so long ago. How could any one know that he was involved?

This is impossible! Are there others who may know of my past that i have all but forgotten.

Daenin spoke to himself, as he no longer fought his body from its work. He felt as he nocked another arrow and aimed it at the closer of the remaining silhouettes, and he smirked, beside himself filled with old prejudices, as his lips and breath began to mumble ancient words at his bow.

At least its another dead Orsimer! Daenin laughs inside his mind, spreading his smirk into a grim smile as he let the dark force controlling his body, consume his thoughts.

 

[narzvhog_firemane]

Daenin could feel the pain of his arm snapping, and the pain felt real, so real the small yelp he had released was his own. Could this be the key to gaining back control of himself? As he ponders the possibility, out of his peripherals he notices a new silhouette charging with a blue metaled sword. The new silhouette then stopped in hesitation and Daenin could practically smell the magic that coursed through its veins as it summoned a creature of pure light, then itself sent a ball of light streaking towards Daenin.

Using all of his own self will, Daenin mentally pushed the force controlling him to work in unison with his desire, and swung the darkest of the silhouettes whom still had a hold of his broken arm, with that very arm -in the direction of the ball of light- causing immense pain. As Astros swung Daenin could feel muscles tear and the tendons rip, the the grip of the darkest silhouette was inhuman, but the anguish Daenin felt did his job; Daenin's vision cleared and he could distinctly see the three people that he was attacking. Daenin took every advantage of his open clarity not knowing how long it would last and yelled in a strained pleading voice, HELP ME!

As soon as the words escaped the hand of the dark force pulled him back into himself. And to Daenin's terrified surprise he felt more pain in his arm, a healing pain as the bones reset and sealed, and the muscle stitched themselves back together.

 

[Fioran]

Fioran pointed Chillrend at Daenin, confused about why he would need help. And then he inhaled the smoke.

Keeling over, he held his stomach and Nerevar "Guide me!" He called. And a ancient Dunmer ghost materialized. The Nerevar of legend, whon had saved Morrowind from Dagoth ur.