Private Thalmor Invasion

[death raider]

" Well Parven if your not careful I will be stabbing a dagger in your back so just watch your mouth and I know you don't take orders from me, but you should definatly listen to what I should have to say!" Greklith said as she growled at Parven. " Well if don't mind jumping into the fight and getting yourself killed be my guest!" Greklith said in the most sarcistic way possible.

 

[Parven]

"damn assassins always thinking the same" thinks Parven before replacing the damaged string from his bow Parven looks around and his ears twitch "someone is coming I cant identify them" says Parven before sniffing the air "Thalmor their stench can not be hidden a large group of them they seem to be heading towards the nord camp" Parven puts his bow away and pulls out his dagger and stands ready to flee or fight

 

[Em_Pu]

"You two are quite funny." chuckled Torric quietly, holding his own spear in hand waiting for someone to pop out. His hands griping the spear, its silver shining in the dim sun light, his heart now racing again. A small drip of sweat rolls down his face and onto his chest plate. "Get all those who are not able to fight and send them further into the forest someone can be there guide." Order Torric softly.

 

[Parven]

"hmm Torric not a bad idea" says Parven before leaping into a tree "interesting the fight over there has already began and from what I can see the nords are winning

 

[death raider]

" Well it's best if we go to the nord camp so we can get our armor back as it wouldn't be safe here so we better get moving!" Greklith said and began walking off to the camp not caring if anyone followed her. She got up a tree to see exactly where the camp was and saw it was under heavy attack and the crates were still closed and Greklith was confused what was going on.

 

[Parven]

"well lets go then" as Parven drops from his perch in the tree and starting to run towards the Nord camp

 

[death raider]

Greklith jumped down from the tree to see Parven running towards the camp. Greklith followed quickly on his heels not knowing what to expect when they get there and if the battle is not what it seems. What if one side has already been defeated? What if when they get there the Thalmor open the crates? Greklith thought this though, but she had to just go along with what was going on and justv hope everythings going to be ok.

 

[Parven]

"slow down" says Parven as they reach the clearing of the fight Parven pokes his head out from the tree line he turns around "the nords appear to be winning" Parven is interrupted by a deafening roar "oh and the Thalmor just released some frost trolls this could be interesting" says Parven drawing sword in his right hand and dagger in his left he waits for confirmation from Greklith to attack.

 

[MR-WIKI-96]

Vincent was now running with group to get their stuff back from the Nord rebel group that had fortunately attacked their prison wagon and accidentally freed them. He was running along side Greklith and Parven towards the rebel camp. Vincent then gained an idea which, in the process of it, gave Vincent a grin on his face. He then turned his head to Greklith. Watch this! He then used his hand to make a small purple magic ball appear in the palm of his right hand. He then threw the ball at the ground a few feet away from him, while moving. In that spot came a flame atronach that was summoned from Vincent's conjuration skill. It was now at the same pace as Vincent. The Breton mage laughed heartily at this and then looked to the whole group. Let's see how they like a bit of fire, eh?

 

[Parven]

Parven jumped out from where he was hiding whether the rest were with him or not Parven drove his sword into a thalmor soldiers back before flinging himself on to a Mage he slit the mages throat Parven continued in a dance of blades as dropped body upon body of thalmor. Parven looked around in the haze of battle before seeing the the thalmor captain he through his dagger at the Altmer and charge in with a upper cut swing his hit landed on the altmer's left arm. Parven and the Altmer stand there trading blow for blow before Parven draws a hidden dagger from his right arm and thrusts it into the captains neck. He pivots on the spot looking at the trail of destruction he had left behind "well at least they won't lose me" thought Parven before parrying a blow and stabbing the attacker on the chest and then retrieving both of his daggers from the captains corpse Parven eagerly awaits the rest of the group

 

[death raider]

Greklith looked at Vincent and gave a horrific looking smile at the flame atronach. " Right everyone we attack now and make sure to take out the Thalmor not the nords unless absolutely necesery!" Greklith said pointing towards the battlefield and without another second she ran out towards the camp to be intercepted by a frost troll which she threw a knife at, killing the creature instantly. The knife went flying towards the trolls head and after the kill she went for a Thalmor who was looking in the opposite direction from Greklith and Greklith simply beheaded him " See how you like to be beheaded!" Greklith screamed giving out a roar of laughter after saying it.

 

[Parven]

Parven notices that Greklith has joined the fight he continues to take down thalmor after thalmor he sees one Altmer surrounded by dead nords Parven charges towards him and delivers a crippling wound to her leg before delivering a swift decapitation Parven grabs a dagger of her dead body before flinging it into a frost trolls chest Parven run and jumps driving his sword into the head of the frost troll. He notices something out of the ordinary a bosmer has joined the fight Parven sprints towards him engaging him the trade blow for blow Parven gets injured on his left arm before forcing his sword into the bosmer's stomach and then cutting his throat with his dagger.

 

[death raider]

Greklith watched as the battle continued now eight new victims lay dead her knives drenched in blood. She looked out at the corner of her eye to see a few bosmer joining in to the slaughter and Greklith saw a young bosmer woman only about twenty and she had blonde hair that cascaded down her back. " Oh such an innocent child now having to die!" Greklith thought to herself before throwing her knife into the womans chest.

 

[Boudica]

Herne watched the fight avidly, his hands twitching near his blades as he felt beckoned by the gushes of blood. He had always wondered what the colour of Thalmor blood was, he had expected them to have none, for them to be puppet demons of some kind. However, watching them now, they cried, the bled and they died just like every other miserable wretch on Tamriel; in the mud, on their faces, bleeding out.

The desire to fight and the need to observe tore into him like the hagravens knife when she had blessed him as a true Reachman so long ago...Bloodlust burned and passions flared so he grabbed a bow that was stuck in the ground next to him, knocked an arrow to it and then abandoned his rocky cover to let it lose at one of the elven spell casters - delighting when he saw it pierce his jugular and it having the elf gurgling and screaming blood up from his own throat.

 

[death raider]

Greklith looked at the new comer and saw his eagerness to kill some Thalmor scum. I looked towards the ruin where all the mother and children were staying and Thalmor were surrounding it beginning to use powerful destruction spells causing the ruin to break. Greklith ran at the Thalmor spell casters and began throwing the knives into her enemies as she ran. Blood was being spilled all around her own comrades lying dead. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was desperate to kill more of her enemies.

 

[Boudica]

Some other forsworn (about three or four) lurked in the shadows of trees and rocky outcroppings, clutching their primitive bows with fury glowing in their eyes. They had seen Herne knock the first arrow and take the glory of first kill, so they began loading their wooden weapons and steadied their aim.

"Go for the Thalmor rats, try not to kill the others..."

The looks he got for that statement were that of confusion and anger, yet he, as the leader, held the authority and threatened them to direct their hatred towards those on the field of battle.

"I said 'try'..."

Their wicked smiles returned once more as the let their arrows loose, all with deadly expertise. Some fell short, others were redirected back towards whichever forsworn fired it, killing them, and a few pierced the Thalmor agents above their scrawny necks into their temples and faces. The forsworn adored their headshots.

When their assault was over only Herne and one other forsworn archer remained who he witnessed being dragged from her tree vantage point by unseen magics and about to be bludgeoned by a Thalmor warrior.

Herne wasn't quick enough to save her, but when he launched himself from the rock at the elven warrior, he took the smug head off those self-satisified shoulders with unbridled ferocity; the blood spraying upwards to joing the dirt on his face and torso.

 

[death raider]

Greklith looked at the battlefield chaos all around, fear filling the faces of the Thalmor and nords to be replaced by pure hatred for eachother. Bodies lay on the ground drenched in a puddle of their own blood. She looked towards the ruin which was beginning to collaspe inwards and Greklith tried her vewry hardest to kill the spellcaster, but there was no way she could kill all of them before the ruin was completly destroyed.

Greklith had killed two more spellcasters before the ruin fell in on itself completly screams of terror and fear filled the air the ruin was no more just piles of rubble. Greklith saw who she guessed was the leader run towards the rubble and began desperatly looking around for survivers.
" This is your fault you are going to die!" The female leader said and ran towards a Thalmor soldier and drove an axe into his head.

 

[Boudica]

The bloodlust won him over, saturating his being like an all powerful essence that swallowed and engulfed him whole. He pulled the deer head helment over his head and the skulls on his belt clinked hollowly as he rushed into the thick of it with reckless, sadistic abandon.

"For the Forsworn!" he sneered with slick, cruel glee to the enemies he cut down, felling them left and right like a lumberjack would do with trees; regardless of their affiliation with Thalmor or the other faction who were currently unknown to him.

He plunged the sharpened bone tip between the eyes of a high elf who he had pinned underneath his knee, grinning viciously as he twisted it further in and saw the golden eyes spasm wildly as the nerves were shredded.
Yanking it out, the blood accompanying the blade splattering his calloused hands with crimson spots, Herne quickly (and with dangerous efficiency) scalped the fallen enemy and pierced it onto a large sharp bone that hung close to the two skulls - keeping the altmer scalps for his trophies as they were much more lightweight to carry and easier to acquire than their heads in the midst of battle.

He paid little mind to the civillian casualties...they were nords and he found himself not being able to care any less than he was at the moment. So, he continued to hack and slash in his deadly dance with his foes; which all of them were in the heat and frenzy of these moments of death.

 

[Parven]

Parven notices the new comer "damn it now the forsworn are here what else could go wrong" yells Parven as he cleaves a thalmor's head open. Parven runs towards the thalmor mage's he cuts of both arms on the first one before decapitating him. He moves onto the next one shoving a sword through his chest. Parven notices a thalmor behind Greklith he runs towards her jumps over and splits he thalmor's head open. He runs off to the trees he leaps into the trees and takes out his bow. Three arrows fly into a mages chest Parven notices an archer leveling a shot at whom he did not know Parven focused and time seemed to slow down he lines up a perfect shot the archer now lay dead an arrow sticking out of his throat.

 

[Boudica]

Herne was practically dripping with blood of elves and heroes alike and looked as though he had just emmerged from a lake of the stuff. He threw his head back and roared with primal, savage delight; beating his twin swords together as he stood next to the scattering of scalped bodies that had tried to fell him.

He shook his head, sending blood flying from the once blonde strands and suddenly grabbed a elf that had tried to rush him whilst he was caught up in his bloody euphoria. Herne grabbed the elf by the neck and hoisted the light, flailing body off the ground. The thalmor agent, a woman, screamed curses and threats in the forsworns face and he silenced her with a bloody, violent kiss. Her eyes went wide as he swallowed her screams, caught her tongue with his teeth and then pulled back.

She gurgled blood as he held her by her neck, it flecking onto his face as he spat her tongue into the mud and finally drove his sword through her throat; letting her clutch for it as the serrated weapon caused the hole it left to be jagged and frayed.

When she fell to the ground, spasming and convulsing in her painful death throes he turned and caught a look of the man up the tree that had just felled an archer with an arrow. He looked at him and grinned venomously, teeth stained red as he launched himself back into battle with animalistic fevor.