Rielle was thrown to the gound by Lorn just in time, under the instruction of Lorn she crawled toward the open door to the study once inside she stood and ignoring the dust and tears in her clothing automatically changed to ruthless mode.

"Well gentlemen, it is time to see a side of me many do not experiece" she walked over to a cabinet in the wall and opened it, inside was an assorted collection of bows and arrows. Selecting a deadly looking, rare amber bow with matching arrows from the collection she quickly crouched and leaned out the door and aimed. With a twang the arrow sailed through the air and killed one of the Thief Brotherhood men.

"There are so many of them. We cannot hold them off." She looked at her weapons, and although they were made to be utilised they were gifts from the Court of Sheogorath, and aas such were newly made and they had not ever been used and they had only been maintained with decoration purposes in mind. "By the nine, where is the captain?"

She heard glass break and realised they must have broken through the all glass walls of the solar room, which was where she often dinned in the afternoons. Looking around she saw many servants enter the room preparing to fight, however, they were all at a major disadvantage they had minimal weaponry available as it was all stored in the smith in the cellar.

"LORN! You are the most experienced fighter here! Take charge! All my servants are skilled hand-to-hand combatants and a few can wield magic. When the captain of the guard arrives I'll make sure he realises you are in charge.....has anyone seen Thandran or the argonian?! You!" she said pointing at a huddle of three redguard servants "go and find them! Use the weapons in the display cases if you need to! Do not worry about breaking things just survive!"

The three ran off leaving Rielle, her assistant who was a master at the arts of the arcane however he specialised in restoration and alteration, and was busy healing people and casting shields, Lorn and four servants all of whom specialised in close combat at as such could do little.


"Lorn, what do you advice?"

Thandran waited at the top of the stairs and planned his next move.He listened to the footsteps fade and rise in volume and used it to count the numbers. Finally he heard one separate from the rest and come in his direction. With dagger in hand he waited , standing on top of the railing above the stairs. As one of the shadows moved beneath him looking for a way up stairs he jumped down and landed sqaure on top of him. He grabbed the surprised thief by the head and stabbed his dagger through the mans throat. He quickly untied the straps of the mans leather chest guard and buckled it around himself. He also took the mans sword. Its reach was far superior to his dagger. With these items he silently made his way back upstairs to find the others. Looking down at himself he realized he had gotten blood down the borrowed night garb.

Spertikitus suddenly heard something and got up, he thought at first it was just someone playing music but when someone jumped in his room he was quickly alerted and said "ohh please let me play a song on my lute before you kill me

"hurry up..."

As soon as the song began the bandit was frozen... he couldn't move and the argonian aproached him when his heartbeat stopped, soon he died and The Spertikitus jumped out of the room looking for the largest group he could... since he channeled his magic through the lute, he was limited to only so many spells....


Meanwhile Lorn said "Well... I've had little run-ins with them but I know they're quick... we should try and get somewhere lighter where they won't have an advantage and..." suddenly Spertikitus came through the door while a giant ball of light that could light up a whole field in the dead of night came through the door soon afterwards...

"Sperkitikus"

"you mean Spertikitus?"

"ya... we need you to follow us to light up the place..."

"well if it gets these vagabonds out of this house then sure..."

"Well, time to kill some thieves..." He pulled out his hammer and charged with the servants and argonian following him and quickly broke the weapons of a good few of them while the servants finished them off... he prefered not to kill at times but in this case he wanted to capture as many as possible for interrogation... After about 20 or so minutes the room was starting to become empty and Lorn saw one jump into the window sill... He quickly tackled him to the ground as he noticed he beared no arms so was either a mage or a messenger...

Thandran could hear the sounds of fighting coming from a little bit further into the manor. He was running through a long corridor and could see windows facing the backyard at the far end. The fighting seemed to be coming from just around the corner... Suddenly everything seemed to be bathed in light.Thandran blacked out for a few seconds but when he snapped back to consciousness he was against the wall. In front of him where the last segment of hallway had been was a gaping whole. Through the flames he could see that the rubble had formed a ramp to the floor below and a group of brother hood thieves were charging up it going the other direction.They were flanking the others! He made his decision. He stumbled to his feet and moved away from the whole.HE than ran straight at it and leaped the entire gap and landed nimbly on the other side.One of the thieves heard him and turned around to investigate but Thandran slammed into against the wall and out of the window. A second man came at him. He dodged the first overhead strike and twisted around behind him cutting across his neck with his sword , severing the spine. The third man came at him in a flurry that he barely parried but a shot got through and ripped through the light armor he was wearing and left a deep cut across his chest.Thandran ducked the mans attempt to severe his head. he kicked the man in the knee cap and broke it. He fell to the ground in pain so Thandran drove his sword through his chest. There were two more ahead of him. By now the flames licked the floor and the walls behind him. He could feel their hot presence urging him on. The only safe way was through them.

Thandran performed a trick he had learned just over a year ago...As he ran at the men he jumped so his feet hit the wall on an angle , he kicked off the wall and front flipped behind the men. Suddenly dropping to the ground the men's retaliatory strikes flew high.One was rewarded with the pommel of Thandrans sword in his crotch. As he doubled over Thandran rolled around him and pushed him onto the second man , knocking them out the window. Slowly he rose to his feet. His sword and arms covered in blood and the back of his cloths partly burned. He turned around a corner in time to see a group of servants rushing down a flight of stairs in front of him.

OOC: If anyone wants to try and get to Ashina, go ahead

The road that ran through the Velothi Valley was a long and treacherous one, often running alongside a deep channel, that had been carved out by the icy waters far below. It was along one such area of the road that Ashina's army now waited, with all their babes-in-arms, women, and elderly. The men served as windbreaks for their wives and daughters, who did their best to shield the small babies of the tribe from the impenetrable barrier of snow that was blown against their backs by the unbridled ferocity of the gales through the narrow glens. The snow swirled up around Ashina's feet as if called upon to do her bidding, as she approached Gulakhan Dun-Ilu, who was helping a group of Ashlanders encourage their mother to stand. She was clearly exhausted, and Ashina, not wanting to interrupt their efforts, called for one of the gulakhan's soldiers to send him to her.

"Ashkhan," he said, guessing what Ashina was going to ask. "I don't think they'd have followed us. It's too cold for their horses here, only the guars can take this weather."

"And what about the tribe?" Ashina asked, carefully watching at the family struggle to get their mother out of the snow, believing herself guilty.

"I don't know," Dun-Ilu replied. "Most of us will make it, but I don't know about the rest. We had better continue soon, Ashina. We can't look after the wounded for very long. We need to leave them." Ashina shook her head, but she was interuppted by the gulakhan before she could speak. "No, Ashina - if we don't get those that can walk out of here, it won't just be those that can't that are tracked down! We left one patrol back in Cyrodiil, but we don't know where the next one is."

"We haven't gone that far before the last one, either," another man said, making Ashina and the gulakhan turn to face him. "The scouts just told me of footsteps they'd heard whilst collecting wood. The footsteps sounded human." Ashina's eyes lit up.

"The scouts need to be brought back here," the gulakhan ordered. The other man turned to Ashina, who nodded, too confused to say anything. He wandered off again, disappearing into the snow as quietly as he'd arrived.

"There's no way they'd know we're here, is there?" Ashina asked. The gulakhan immediately shook his head.

"By Azura! Of course there isn't!" he replied, taking Ashina by surprise. "Excuse me, I need to find the scouts..."

As Lorn pummeled the man to the ground he called one of the servants and told her to bind him to the wall with something... anything! "this one is probably a Lead..." he suddenly gripped his shoulder as someone had barely missed hitting his neck... His face started to turn a shade of deep red as he picked up his warhammer and started to go into a rage. As a brotherhood member went to tak the same shot he smashed his arm and took the spike on the end and shove it through his forhead. Now that the body was impaled on the bloody warhammer he started to smack people with it a flung the body at someone who was about to make a killing blow on one of the servants and it litterally lft a dent in the wall... a few minutes later and the room was full of dead carcasses as he called out "For Lodos!" and fell on the ground from lack of blood as he managed to smash one of the rouge's feet and they began screaming in agony...


((by the way we are reachign the 200 post count... I will crate the new thread shortly in a day or so... we need a name XD))

what the new thread will look like... we need a name...


The old thread reached a post limit and this is the new thread!

If you have questions and comments then post at gatalis@live.com


New members must find a way to get in, perhaps passing the road or joined the job/quest late

The story: ten years after the death of the emporer and the great hero saving us all (or so we think), Ocato has called a group of adventurers to service Cyrodil. The great hero didn't completely destroy the seige of the Oblivion masses of deadra and dremora but only prolong it. A new gate, unlike all others, has now opened up in the far off corners of the Jerall Mountains. (ignore the stupidity of it but it had to be different lol [img]http://i405.photobucket.com/albums/pp139/Gatalis/-240552375-1.jpg[/img] -image) He wants you to investigate this far off area and find out whats going on at all costs as the current arch mage has sent out his finest scholars and defenders to gaurd the gate and keep it from expanding any more then it has but what hope is there for lowly adventurers?

You will notice that Cyrodil is much different then it once was, a mass outbreak of porpheric hemophillia has ocured in skingrad, a necromancer has accidently created a cross breed of a bear and zombie, imps have become very frisky ass of late. Cyrodil in general is much more dangerous then it once was and so the locals have adapted new ways of fighting and cross breeds are no longer looked down apon (as much).

once more note of caution is that we will be using as close to "real time" as possible in an rp so you can't scale Cyrodil in 2 days ok? (and the border marks aren't there either lol)


*= needed
Setup?

Name:*

Race:*

Class:*

Proficiencies:*

Occupation:

Personality:

Background info:

Diseases they may/may not have:

Anything else needed:

Appearance/pic:*

Overall morality:*



(RP rules)

it is unlimited meaning you can join in at any time

please don't take control of another persons character without their permission

you don't have to be literate (really well detailed and such) unless you want to but don't use txt tlk

major/minor faction Positions: only one person may be these and note that these may/may nto be harder then a regular character as you have a whole faction to watch over (excluding a few)
listener: open
master of the fighters guild: open
arch mage: open
knights of the nine comander: PaladinOfTheNine
order of virtueous blood leader: open
head priest/priestess of any church: all open
thieves guild doyen: open
gray fox: open (I don't think people being the gray fox is a good idea because it may take away from the RP but if you want to you can)
grand champion: open
others may be choosen but you need to tell me if you want them up here or not...


Story so far:

PaladinOfTheNine's team has left the tavern and is heading out?

Damin's team is at Rielle's palace fighting a the Thieves brotherhood

Ashina's getting help from daedra and allies ( I think )

Damin's list'o'players so far


- Gatalis (character Lorn Rocklaner)
- Gallowglass (character Ashina Zelaku)
- Benrahir (character Arthur Codill)
- Paladinofthenine (character Gavin Artois)
- Lonelydogs (character Thendran)
- Shard (character M'oiq)


TEAMS:
Team 1:

- Gallowglass (character Ashina Zelaku)
- Benrahir (character Arthur Codill)
- Paladinofthenine (character Gavin Artois)


Team 2:

- Lonelydogs (character Thendran)
- Gatalis (character Lorn Rocklaner)
- Damin (character Rielle)
- Shard (character M'oiq) ( BTW, I'm only listing you here temporarily until you decide, sorry we kinda cut you out? you can probably just say you were with us or set out and again? sorry!)

OOC: The new thread design looks good

(( I say we either spend the last few posts deciding a name or we just continue and I'll come up with something...))

OOC So whats going on with this new thread?

(( almost at the 200 post limit and will be starting new thread, we need a name for the rp though))

OOC How about "The opening" or "The return" ?

How about 'Second Invasion.'

Oh, and ignore my last post, I changed my mind about what Ashina's doing

((thats why we need a delete option on posts even though people may abuse it with bumps lol))

(( I was actually thinking Starlight Rebellion, The third Comming, or The Deathly void but I'll be sure to add either the Return or The second invasion if not as the title in the small desc. lets make it a vote on which one we like the most lol ))

I vote Second Invasion, because that's what it is

Ashpits would make me mod the game so Ashina could shave, so hell no

well, I won't vote until we get a few votes lol

Name:* Blackrith

Race:* Dunmer

Class:* Black Blade (random, lets just say Assasin)

Proficiencies:* Marksmanship, Sword weaponry, stealth, illusion, light armor, athletics, acrobatics.

Occupation: General Assasin at night time, working with the Dark Brotherhood: Executioner Rank, while he works as a Guard during the day.

Personality: Quiet, takes things very seriously, he has only a few friends which are in the DB: Ashtik ( Argonian Male ) Aliana ( Imperial Female ) and Rograth ( Male Orc ).

Background info: Lived as a beggar with his parents until they were murdered when he was 14, where shortly afterwards, tracked the murderer down and killed him, then visited by the DB and trained with them and lived with them. (he is currently 32 years old)

Diseases they may/may not have: Half vampire, he recently found out his mother wasn't his birth mother, and his real mother was a vampire. Lol basically a Daywalker like Blade, hehe.

Anything else needed:

Appearance/pic:* Long hair going down to his waist, very tall (not freakishly tall ofcourse) Shrouded armor for assasin clothes, a Daedric Bow and Longsword. And when he isn't wearing his guard armor he is wearing dark clothing: Dark Shirt, Black Trousers etc etc.

Overall morality:* Can't say, but he is evil.

this is officially for archives only now though you may spend the last 7 posts on whatever lol

OOC lol can we just start the new thread already , i hate waiting

already started

awesome lets do some rppiiiing

Sorry I have not been posting much, dudes. Been very busy latly.

Gavin woke up suddenly to a sound. he was not sure what, but he knew by the way his eyes snapped open that he did not wake up naturally. Then he heard it again; Footsteps on creaking wood, outside his room in the tavern corridor. He looked over to Gobad in the dim light of early dawn which shone through the wooden shutters. The Orc was still alseep and snoring slilently. Gavin didn't know how quiet Orcs snored, he always assmued that they were loud. He shook his head, this was getting him nowere.
Again he heard the footsteps and he knew that the person was trying to be quiet. Gavin reached into his pillow and took out his silver dagger which he normally kept in his boot. He was taking to chances. Wearing nothing but his simple cotton breeches which he wore when he slept, he got up and silently walked over to the door, looking through the gaps in the wood.
The person was coming closer. The path would take that person from the stairwell and past Gavin's door. if, indeed, the person was going to past. In Gavin's postition, he knew that he was never safe. The person was at the door now. Gavin flung the door open, closed it, and then presented his dagger at the person. To his shock, it was only Korekiyo.
"Gavin-sama!" he stated. "What's wrong?"
Gavin lowered his dagger and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I heard muffled feet and I wanted to make sure somone was not about to try anything."
"Well..." Korekiyo blushed. "I have just returned from the privvy and I didn't want to wake anyone..."
Gavin sighed. All worked up for nothing.