Open War of the Condemned

[Star Gazer]

Isnar watched as Crengar jumped out from his hiding spot and dispatch of the soldiers, fairly quickly. There was a soldier that was still alive, and raised his sword to swing at Crengar, but a crossbow bold struck him in the side of his neck. Isnar looked to the side and saw Felyse. Isnar stood with the help of his walking stick, and raised a grateful hand to Felyse. She nodded and jumped down from her roof, into the fray. Isnar looked to Crengar. "Come, we must find Felian."

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Crengar looked at the Imperial that was still kicking, disappointed to find a bolt finish him before he could swing back, not bothering to look where the bolt came from. He looked at Isnar and nodded, staying close. He continued to grind his blades together, looking up ahead for any more imperials that may be waiting at the entrance.

 

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn was out again among the commotion, a flurry of townsfolk running around, Imperials trying to maintain order, and a few others fighting for their life. He was being chased by 6 guards from the barracks in which he had killed 6 others only minutes before. He was dodging between civilians and more confused guards as he tried to lose his followers, but they were persistent. Edwyn escaped to outside the town but the soldiers continued to give chase. He looked around for something that would turn the tide in his favor and he saw some fighters near a narrow mountain path. There were dead Imperials over there so he was sure they could at least support. Edwyn began to run in that direction hoping for help from them. Edwyn threw off his soldier's uniform and was in his fur armor which he had worn underneath. Edwyn was not one to turn down a fight too often, but a 6 vs 1 fight was suicide, even against the weak troops of the Oppressors.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

Suddenly, another crossbow bolt sprouted from the back of one of the Imperial pursuers. The bush was rustling as Felyse notched another bolt onto the crossbow, and she was sure she was spotted. She fired another bolt which missed by a mere inch, and ran oit of her cover with spear and shield in hand.

 

[Star Gazer]

Isnar and Crengar moved out of the mountain path and saw a man chased by six imperials. "Crengar look! We must help him." Isnar said, unsheathing his iron war-axe, and tied his walking stick to his back.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Crengar held the line the best he could at the mouth of the pass. Fighting dirty as he elbowed, kicked, punched, kneed and slashed every approaching Imperial he could.

He roared in frustration when an arrow stuck in his shoulder, turning to the nearby archer. "Fight me like a man!!!" he yelled before throwing one of his blades at the archer. Only the hilt side connected, but it knocked the archer back for a loop.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Isnar and Crengar moved out of the mountain path and saw a man chased by six imperials. "Crengar look! We must help him." Isnar said, unsheathing his iron war-axe, and tied his walking stick to his back.

Crengar looked at Isnar then the chased man, scavenging another blade from the dead to replace the one he threw. "And help him we will! Just try to keep up." He shouted as he charged in madly to the other's defence.

 

[Star Gazer]

Isnar looked to Crengar for approval to help the man, but it seemed like they were already occupied with their own fight. Isnar charged at one of the imperials with his axe. He brought it down, but it was parried and followed with a kick. Isnar fell to the ground, dropping his axe and reaching for his walking stick. He pulled it out and helped himself up. The imperial was honorable enough to let the old man stand before delivering another blow. The imperial was large and seemed overweight with all of his armor on. Isnar let the man swing once, then swung his walking stick at the man's knees. The legionnaire crumpled under the weight of his heavy armor, and struggled to move. "Like a turtle on his back." Isnar said, as he left the man to get finished by another revolutionary.

 

[Start Dale]

"Catch up then" Donmjark left the Dwarf in his temporary sanctuary while he left the barricades. Ahead of him he spotted a Breton charging through Imperial soldiers he was heading to the pass.

Donmjark decided to follow, he felt guilty leaving the dwarf however now in the thick of battle instinct took over he unlatched the bow and notched an arrow aiming at one of the Imperials following the Breton with the bound swords, could this be the man who had caused the death he had just witnessed within the barracks. Loosing the arrow he watched as it penetrated the leg of one of the following Imperials. He quickly fired another arrow dowing another Imperial with a head shot, then replaced the bow as two of the four left detatched and turned to charge him.

The two pulled out Imperial swords and were bracing with shields, he weighed the feel of the Warhammer in his hands and charged them. About a metre from the nearest he swung the Warhammer out straight letting the weight turn his run into an arc. The heavy end of the warhammer turned over the shield of the Imperial and smashed his face. He immediately hit the ground, leather helmet mashed into his pulped skull. Donmjark remembered the lessons of the Companions in those final days, moving with a two handed weapon wasn't a bashing tool it was a dance. Use the weight to build momentuum and spin into the target the deadly end should always meet the enemy from an angle unexpected. The second Imperial charged and Donmjark twisted his momentuum round slammed his left foot on the ground and turned the warhammers spin into a vertical ascent, then pulled it down and crushed the head of the imperial guard, the shield being to far forward to block the blow.

He saw the Breton still running for the pass and spurred on with his two quick victories made to persue the Imperials still dogging him warhammer in hand.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Crengar stood his ground as he got between the Breton and his imperial pursuers, taunting at them by beating a fist on his chest.

Only two remaining now, they tried to fight smart and move to Crengar's sides to outflank him with shields and follow through with stabs.

One of them recieved a thundering kick to the shield that brought him off his feet, while the other managed to get the shield in, but both arms ended up in the giant's grasp.

Crengar roared as he broke both arms and headbutted the helpless Imperial on the forehead, leaving him squirming in agony before slowly losing consciousness.

The second Imperial, knowing he was no match for the raging Nord, tried to go around him while his attention was on his comrade.

 

[Start Dale]

Donmjark recognised the mountain of a man frow earlier parry blows with the two remaining Imperials that had persued the Breton he was amazed to see the mountainous creature was a Nord 8 inches taller than himself. He charged to close the distance and assist this small group.

 

[Star Gazer]

Isnar picked up his axe and followed Crengar. The large man kicked the shielded imperial. The shield absorbed the shock, but the imperial flew back anyway. "Cregnar behind you!" Isnar called, pointing to a thalmor soldier, readying a strike at the barbarian's back. The battlefield was littered with revolutionaries and imperial soldiers. It would be a horrific sight if you were not used to it. Isnar has lived with the grim reaper at his back for some time now, and it was a wonder he wasn't dead. On the top of a distant hill, elven archers aimed their bows at the war below. "Run!" Isnar called as the archers released their arrows, sending them flying.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Crengar threw an elbow back to the Thalmor behind him. "Thanks, Isnar!" he picked up the dazed elf and held him up as a meat shield against the archers in the hill, making a steady retreat. Crengar's life was the thrill of battle, yet he would always pray to Talos for his fallen men-at-arms just as he did for the fallen revolutionaries today.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

Felyse saw the archers, worked up her big shield for defense and started moving toward them, not knowing the others were fleeing. Her spear stuck past her shield like a hedgehog's spike, an effective way of moving up.

 

[Start Dale]

Donmjark saw an old man behind the massive Nord call out and motion to Archers on the hill above them.

"Run!" The old man shouted as the arrows released.

Running at full speed Donmjark grabbed the Imperial that had been kicked back by the large Nord and pulled it and its shield to him, with one arm he braced his hand against the Imperials head and turning his shoulders Donmjark broke his neck. He let the weight of the armoured Imperial pull him to the ground pulling it and his shield over himself, he waited for the arrows to strike.

 

[Star Gazer]

Arrows hit the ground with a *thump* and whistled across his face. Isnar took cover behind the large man and his meat shield. "Meat shop!" Isnar called. He figured fighting in a place he knew would be much easier. He had many hiding places installed when the thalmor invaded. It would be easy to sneak attack and inflict fear in the man/mer army.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

She was ten yards from the archers, when she heard Isnar yell "Meat Shop!" Gods, she thought. Trying to double back with her shield at the archers, she stumbled over a stray rock. The ground came closer fast as she screamed, and then she was on the ground. Her shield was too big to turn quickly, and she could not easily move.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

By the time the Thalmor meat shield could wake up to plead his friends in the hill to stop, he had already turned into a pin cushion.

Crengar continued to shift back, watching the archers as well as a shielded figure with a spear making their way up the hill alone. "Talos guide that one..." he prayed as he watched before dropping his meat shield and going into the shop behind Isnar.

 

[Start Dale]

Donmjark pushed his body shield off of himself and looked to see that the large Nord and old man had the same idea.

"Meat shop!" the old man yelled, he would have find out his fellows names before long if they were to die together. He smiled at himself, it turns out the people he was fighting with were the butchers he was going to make a delivery to tomorrow. He wondered if fighting with them let him in for future discounts and almost laught at his still mercenary nature.

"I would very much like to come with you all". Donmjark announced himself to the others.

 

[Star Gazer]

"Come on then!" Isnar called to Donmjark. Isnar pulled the door open as the familiar smell of blood and venison entered his nose. "There is a secret room in the back. Just pull that wooden panel and hide in there. I will cover you until you feel it is time to attack." Isnar said, crouching in a dark corner, shrouded by bloody mist and shadows.