Tamrielic Adventures: Vol. 2

[Ebony Dragon]

Hidden:

I'll look into trying to get back into it tonight. I have some errands to run in an hour, so I'll keep my return in mind.

[MARS]

Inside the guardhouse

Per's healing magic helped a little, but Llela was still in pretty bad shape. Two of her ribs were broken, and while the wound on her side had stopped bleeding, it still looked painful and seriously gory. Llevana fell to her knees, one hand on her injured shoulder, out of which Gudrun's dagger still protruded, the other on Llela's forehead.

"Llela! Llela can you hear me?"

Llela only whimpered. Llevana looked to Sinyail and Alindrel pleadingly. She also sought Raylis with her gaze, but he wasn't paying attention to what was happening inside anymore. Instead, he was looking at something outside through the window. Judging from his expression, that something was nothing good. Before anyone had a chance to say something he ran outside.

Outside the guardhouse

"We need to move away from here, now!" Raylis said to the adventurers in a commanding tone. "Those men are the enemy," he continued, pointing to the armoured troupe. "They have yet to spot us, we might still be able to get away-" he threw a nervous glance in the direction of the guardhouse- "...if we leave the wounded behind."

[The SheoDovah]

"We can't abandon the wounded!" Psyfalia protested as she stood up.

[The-Shadow-One]

Katien had almost no qualms of leaving them behind. She wasn't sure if she could hide them all with her magic however.

[Unionhack]

"Is there nothing we can do for them?" Valentia asked, regrettably considering leaving them behind as well.

[The SheoDovah]

"We can help them." Psyfalia said as she looked at the guardhouse.

[Per]

Inside

As his small pool of Magicka was depleted and the adrenaline of the fight was leaving his body Per felt exhausted. He sat next to Llela with a helpless look, thinking of a way to help her. "Some reunion," he muttered, oblivious to what was going on outside.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Guardhouse Courtyard, Suran

Arellius had ignored Aenor. The man - along with Gudrun - had become irrelevant once the vampire-slayers voice had rung out warning the others of their impending doom - though she did not know it yet. The troop had arrived, and now it was time to start moving regardless of his employer's situation. He tightened his grip around his blades - the tanto still covered in Elf gore - and slowly stood up. He'd cut through them if he had to, his need to escape had become urgent now - desperate, even. Tentatively, he took a step forward, and then suddenly, abruptly stopped; a roar erupting having erupted from the guardhouse entrance catching his attention. Someone clearly knew of the approaching soldiers and their nebulous motives. It was the mention of 'wounded' that stuck out, however. Those wounded being Gudrun's slayers, he guessed. That was regrettable, though the news had also served in shattering any bonds that still held him to the skirmish - no way was he getting gold or sex off a dead woman, he concluded.

He paced forward again. Hopefully they'd be too distracted by the soldiers to attempt in apprehending him. He seriously doubted it, though.

[MARS]

Raylis looked at the Imperial as he ran by, but did nothing to stop him. He had told everyone to make a run for it after all.

"Look," Raylis said to the others, "I've been tasked with taking you in and keeping you safe. There's only one wounded badly enough not to walk, and cruel as it seems to say, she's secondary. We have the means to bring her back later. Maybe. All of you need to start following him-" he pointed at Arellius, who was almost out of sight now "- and quickly. I'll go inside and get the others. You start moving, right now. They're going to spot us any minute."

And without waiting for an answer, he hurried back inside.

[Unionhack]

"Him?" Valentia asked, exasperated. After a short moment of pondering, she groaned. "I'm going... please, don't get yourselves hurt!" she asked of the others with her, then turned to follow Arellius.

[The SheoDovah]

Psyfali looked at the guardhouse then looked at the others before looking at the others. "I'm going to fufill my duty as a healer." She informed them before walking towards the guardhouse. She knew that she could do little in her current state but hoped that she could aid the wounded with what little magic she could use.

[Alarra]

Outside

Niralie was shocked by the thought of leaving her wounded friends behind. She looked at the troop and then back at the others, considering the options. She sighed deeply, not seeing any sort of easy way out. She hated, absolutely hated, the idea of leaving them, possibly to their deaths, but a selfish part of her was afraid of staying if it would result in her own death.

Raylis' words helped her make the difficult decision. While she still had a little bit of magicka left that could be used toward a healing spell, if the wound was that bad, she probably didn't have enough to mend it. She would have to hold him to his word that they could get the badly injured one, whoever it was, out later. "I'm trusting you," she said to Raylis as she stood up. "I hope I'm doing the right thing." She turned and began to stumble after Valentia and (much to her reluctance) the Imperial, struggling to keep up. She feared that she wasn't strong enough to make it away, but it was worth attempting it.

She wondered how they would make it past the troop, who were blocking the only entrance to the guardhouse yard.

[CBR JGWRR]

Inside.

Sinyail glanced out the window to see what Raylis had seen, before turning back, reasonably horrified.

"good news. The rest of them are alive. Injured but alive. Bad news is we have company, and we need to move now."

[MARS]

Inside

"He's right," Raylis said, quickly walking towards the small group. He looked at Llevana.

"You were right, of course. I'm not with the Imperials. But," he quickly added as the Dunmer's expression somehow became even more sour than before, "I'm not the enemy. I have no time to explain right now, but there are much bigger things at stake than your dispute with Gudrun. She was just a pawn. Right now you have two choices: stay here and see if the battalion of bloodthirsty drones approaching can be reasoned with, or trust me and come with me. My friends are on their way, they'll distract the drones long enough to give us time to escape." He paused and looked down at Llela. Llevana could see his jaw clench, and she knew what he would say before he even opened his mouth.

"No."

"We have to-"

"No!"

"Llevana, listen to me, we ca-"

"No! I don't care who you are, or what you're up to. I don't care if you're trustworthy. I'm not leaving Llela behind. Take the others and go, but I'm staying."

"We can get her back, later. We have the means. It's hard for you to understand right now but we can-"

"Listen to yourself!" Llevana interrupted him. "I'm not going. Why are you so bent on me coming with anyway?"

Raylis didn't reply immediately. He would have liked a longer pause, to try and think of a way to explain the situation, but there was no time. He had to make a decision now.

"You're important. To the cause...and to me." His jaw tightened. "You noticed that we have the same surname. It could just be a coincidence, or I could be lying. But...neither of those are the case. We're family."

Now it was Llevana's jaw that tightened. "I have no fa-"

"Stop." Raylis cut her off. His voice sounded pressed and hollow. "Fine. Stay here. I can't persuade you. I've failed, at least in part. Trying to get you to come with me now is only going to slow the rest down. I have to save what I can." He didn't wait for a reply and turned around. He wouldn't have received one anyway. Llevana knelt back down, one hand on her injured shoulder, the other on Llela's forehead.

"The rest of you should follow me now," Raylis said as he walked outside, leaving lingering feeling of doubt in the room.

Llevana looked up at Per.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but you need to go," she said, her expression blank. In truth, she didn't want him to go. But she knew that staying here meant certain death. Raylis' words could be lies for all she knew, but she could feel that her end would be here. She waited for Per's reply, hoping he wouldn't try to argue.

[The SheoDovah]

Hidden:

Is Psyfalia and the others inside as well?

[CBR JGWRR]

Inside.

"The Nord and I can carry you two, lets move before we go from debating the possibility of death to actually doing it."

[The-Shadow-One]

Hidden:

No. Unless you went inside I think.

Katien stood where she was, still in indesicion. To help, or to run. Can she help? Can she run? Was this.. really her battle? She shivered and tried something. She brought what ever remained of her mana, and tried to see if she could help. She casted damage reflection once more, on an area around her if able. The strongest and widest area she could muster.

[MARS]

Outside

The soldiers had spotted the commotion in front of the guardhouse now. Raylis cursed and ran after the ones who had already left, and signaled for the rest to follow. Luckily the armoured figures didn't seem to be in a very big hurry; they kept their marching pace. It would take about a minute for the two groups to meet. The biggest problem was that the armoured men were blocking the only road away. The only other way out was...

"The Silt Strider port!" Raylis bellowed, hoping that everyone would hear. He started running for it himself. His backup was late. He cursed under his breath, again.


Inside

"I can walk just fine!" Llevana barked at Sinyail. "But we can't carry Llela. We'll have to run, and we can't strain her wound. There's no way out for her, and if there's no way for her there's no way for me either. Go."

[CBR JGWRR]

"We cant just sacrifice you two!"

[The SheoDovah]

Outside

"I'll treat the wounded." Psyfalia told those near her. "If it's minor, we can wait untill later to treat them but if it's serious, we will have to heal them." She said in a concerned tone. She hated putting off healing but knew that minor injuries were not important at this moment in time.

[MARS]

Inside

"No?" Llevana's voice was cold and dismissive. "What are we to you exactly? Is an old wise guy like you really already feeling such a connection to people he's only been with for half a day? Color me surprised, then. You'll be fine without us. Now go."

She looked at Per, who had still said nothing.

[The SheoDovah]

Psyfalia looked at the soldiers and ran in the direction of the silt strider port. "Nine! Forgive me!" she said as she ran and felt very guilty about leaving the wounded to die.

[CBR JGWRR]

Inside.

"So what if its half a day, the time a friendship lasts or has been is immaterial. We can get you both out, and we should."

[Per]

Inside

Per looked resigned, and sent Llevana a faint smile.

"If you are staying here, then so am I. I have known Llela just as long as you, longer even. I am not letting you sacrifice yourself alone..."

He sighed, his eyes turning misty. "Besides... You are the only friends I have."

[MARS]

Inside


"I can't let you just sit down and die!" Llevana said, and felt tears coming up in her eyes. "I...I can't really say that can I? It's what I'm doing, too." She rubbed her eyes with her right hand. She would have used both, but her left was completely useless now. It hung there like a long, thick piece of rope.

"Maybe...maybe we can still get out. The 'enemy' or whoever is outside is going to run after the others right? So maybe we can try and make a run for it...if we can get Llela up." She looked at Sinyail. "I guess I can't tell you what to do. If you want to stay with us you can. But do consider what I said. Your chances with us are far worse than if you run after the others now. If you go right now you can make it. You're a skilled mage, you'd be of use. And someone needs to hold her hand." She pointed at Alindrel, who everyone else had forgotten about. She was blissfully oblivious of what was going on, instead staring intently at the blank as if a particularly interesting painting were mounted there.

"She needs your help more than us."

She turned back to Per. "You know. I'd given up. I knew you'd be a stubborn old oaf and say no, but I didn't care. I told myself that I'd make you go...but I realised that I couldn't do that as soon as you actually opened your mouth. You're a real friend. Even though we're almost certainly going to die, at least you gave me back the strength to do it properly: fighting hard."