"...I swear, someone must hate us up there today. We just can't seem to catch a break." Cronic said, pointing to the sky as he promptly got a Thrall in a headlock, using it as a meat shield to block the arrows fired by the thralls on the gate. As the Thrall turned into Ash, Cronic then turned his attention to an oncoming Vampire, and promptly slammed it's face into the dirt, before stomping down hard onto the back of it's head.
"Dragons, crazed cultists, and now this." Cronic said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"If that's not an example of the powers that be giving us a hard time, what is?"
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Not wasting any time, Cronic swung his sword in self defence against the Vampires, swiftly decapitating one of the bloodsuckers, all the while noting Aria's predicament as he reached for something on the underside of his sword arm with his free hand during the break in attacks. Eventually, he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, which he promptly used as a throwing knife, aiming for the neck of the vampire that was pinning Aria down.
"Dragons, crazed cultists, Vampires... Give me a fucking break already...!" Cronic thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he resumed fending off the Vampires and their thralls, impaling a second though the heart.
"Better check that everyone's not been sanguinare vampiris'd after this is over. Last thing we need is getting turned into Vamps ourselves."
"Dragons, crazed cultists, Vampires... Give me a fucking break already...!" Cronic thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he resumed fending off the Vampires and their thralls, impaling a second though the heart.
"Better check that everyone's not been sanguinare vampiris'd after this is over. Last thing we need is getting turned into Vamps ourselves."
"I don't like this one bit. Stay alert. Whoever did this could still be nearby. Search for clues. There has to be some evidence of the nature of the attackers." Cronic said, vaulting over the seat of the carriage before it turned around, and drawing his sword from it's sheath as he cautiously approached one of the guards, to investigate the cause of death, checking over the wounds and the like.
"Stormcloak attacks, bandit raids, an assassin... There's any number of things that could've killed these guards. Out in the wilds, that makes sense, but a border patrol? This day just keeps getting more bizarre by the minute." Cronic said, as he removed the helmet of the guard he was examining.
"Stormcloak attacks, bandit raids, an assassin... There's any number of things that could've killed these guards. Out in the wilds, that makes sense, but a border patrol? This day just keeps getting more bizarre by the minute." Cronic said, as he removed the helmet of the guard he was examining.
"The new gloves are a replacement for the old ones. My current pair are on their last legs." Zerenis said, as he looked at Izumi while drifting towards the Minerva, then hearing Izumi's talk of learning more about hand to hand combat.
"Basic training is one thing, knowing how to use it properly is something that takes time. I didn't become a skilled brawler overnight, afterall." Zerenis said, tempted to throw a few mock jabs but decided against it, due to his current status as a pack mule.
"Well, at least she seems to be fine on the outside, save for the arm. But you don't come that close to death without a few scars, and not just the physical ones either. Whether or not she's ready to get behind the controls of a MS again, I don't know." Zerenis thought to himself as he drifted toward the ship.
"Copy that. Cronic out." Cronic said, before terminating the call, and pressing the intercom button.
"All hands to stations. We're moving out for a patrol of the immediate area of the Cradle!" Cronic shouted out. Cronic never shouted unless he was serious about something.
"Just this one time, I'd like to be wrong." Cronic thought to himself, as he stared out the window of the bridge.
"Basic training is one thing, knowing how to use it properly is something that takes time. I didn't become a skilled brawler overnight, afterall." Zerenis said, tempted to throw a few mock jabs but decided against it, due to his current status as a pack mule.
"Well, at least she seems to be fine on the outside, save for the arm. But you don't come that close to death without a few scars, and not just the physical ones either. Whether or not she's ready to get behind the controls of a MS again, I don't know." Zerenis thought to himself as he drifted toward the ship.
"Copy that. Cronic out." Cronic said, before terminating the call, and pressing the intercom button.
"All hands to stations. We're moving out for a patrol of the immediate area of the Cradle!" Cronic shouted out. Cronic never shouted unless he was serious about something.
"Just this one time, I'd like to be wrong." Cronic thought to himself, as he stared out the window of the bridge.
"Don't let Izumi hear you say that... She'll kick your ass before the day is out." Cronic said, before feeling the same pull from the industrial sector that Izumi did. "...That felt... Ominous, to say the least." Cronic said to himself, as he looked in the direction of the industrial sector.
"Either way, make sure the weaponry is ready for at least one of the units. I have a sneaking suspicion we're going to need it." Cronic said to Glitch.
"If push comes to shove, I'll launch in my ZAKU to stall for time."
Unable to comprehend what Izumi was talking about, but not willing to push the subject further, Zerenis promptly began following after Izumi, carrying all the things they'd purchased on the Cradle. Some of Zerenis' purchases included a roll of wrist tape and a fresh pair of boxing gloves. His current pair had seen better days. Other purchases included a few dozen spare alarm clocks. Contrary to his nature, given the chance Zerenis could sleep through a whole day. He also goes through alarm clocks like crazy, unintentionally breaking one every few days.
"Just don't do anything rash. Last thing I need is thinking you're dead again, understood?"
"Either way, make sure the weaponry is ready for at least one of the units. I have a sneaking suspicion we're going to need it." Cronic said to Glitch.
"If push comes to shove, I'll launch in my ZAKU to stall for time."
Unable to comprehend what Izumi was talking about, but not willing to push the subject further, Zerenis promptly began following after Izumi, carrying all the things they'd purchased on the Cradle. Some of Zerenis' purchases included a roll of wrist tape and a fresh pair of boxing gloves. His current pair had seen better days. Other purchases included a few dozen spare alarm clocks. Contrary to his nature, given the chance Zerenis could sleep through a whole day. He also goes through alarm clocks like crazy, unintentionally breaking one every few days.
"Just don't do anything rash. Last thing I need is thinking you're dead again, understood?"
"...Hm. I doubt any of these guys were this "Dragonborn" person. So it stands to reason that it's not out the question for any ordinary person to learn this "Thu'um". Cronic said to himself, glancing over the surrounding terrain, as though he were trying to spot anything that would seek to do them harm.
"...That being said... The cultist called Miraak the "One true Dragonborn." And Dragonborn are naturally gifted in the ways of the Thu'um, absorbing souls of slain dragons and using it to bypass the years of practice. And before you ask, I heard someone mention it during my travels. Curiosity got the better of me, so I asked about it. So if a handful of Cultists know the Thu'um, it's likely they learned it from their boss." Cronic said, as he turned to look at Aria.
"...Seems like we're gonna need a trip to Solsteim if we want to figure out just what's these guys' deal is. Either way, one thing at a time. Getting the client to the border safely." He said, as he glanced at the blade of his freshly sharpened sword, before sheathing it.
"...That being said... The cultist called Miraak the "One true Dragonborn." And Dragonborn are naturally gifted in the ways of the Thu'um, absorbing souls of slain dragons and using it to bypass the years of practice. And before you ask, I heard someone mention it during my travels. Curiosity got the better of me, so I asked about it. So if a handful of Cultists know the Thu'um, it's likely they learned it from their boss." Cronic said, as he turned to look at Aria.
"...Seems like we're gonna need a trip to Solsteim if we want to figure out just what's these guys' deal is. Either way, one thing at a time. Getting the client to the border safely." He said, as he glanced at the blade of his freshly sharpened sword, before sheathing it.
I'm in. I'll see about cooking up CSes nearer the time.
"Five-through one were a lot worse than this. Trust me on that." Cronic said, climbing into the carriage, taking hold of the client's hand. Once he'd sat down, he signalled to the driver they were ready to go.
"With odds worse than just four magically-adept cultists. Speaking of which, what the hell happened to the front door?" Cronic said, taking out a small stone, and set about sharpening his sword.
"I heard someone shouting in a language I didn't recognize before the Cultists burst in, but beyond that, I don't know how they knocked the door off it's hinges."
"With odds worse than just four magically-adept cultists. Speaking of which, what the hell happened to the front door?" Cronic said, taking out a small stone, and set about sharpening his sword.
"I heard someone shouting in a language I didn't recognize before the Cultists burst in, but beyond that, I don't know how they knocked the door off it's hinges."
"I underestimated the tenacity of these cultists. Willing to attempt to kill their assigned target along with me and Aria in the midst of a city. Seems we'll have to make do with what we got." Cronic said, going upstairs to grab his sword and making a quick trip to and from Arcadia's Cauldron to A: Retrieve his Coat, and B: Grab a few healing potions.
With his gear retrieved and his sword at his side now. Cronic stopped in front of the Odd Jobs store to look at Aria and their client.
"Make any last minute preparations you can, and meet me at the Stables. Time is money afterall, and we need plenty of both." Cronic said, going inside to grab his massive bow, not wanting to leave it behind since the door got blasted off it's hinges, and made his way to the stables, having the bow slung diagonally across his chest and back, yet was carrying it like it was weightless.
"Not gonna have time to get Horses set up just in case there's a second wave inbound, so we'll have to rely on the next best thing." Cronic said, as he approached the horse drawn carriage, and began arranging the journey with the Driver.
With his gear retrieved and his sword at his side now. Cronic stopped in front of the Odd Jobs store to look at Aria and their client.
"Make any last minute preparations you can, and meet me at the Stables. Time is money afterall, and we need plenty of both." Cronic said, going inside to grab his massive bow, not wanting to leave it behind since the door got blasted off it's hinges, and made his way to the stables, having the bow slung diagonally across his chest and back, yet was carrying it like it was weightless.
"Not gonna have time to get Horses set up just in case there's a second wave inbound, so we'll have to rely on the next best thing." Cronic said, as he approached the horse drawn carriage, and began arranging the journey with the Driver.
"...And you, good sir, are a moron. You were willing to kill people in cold blood who had nothing to do with this "Miraak" character. I can't let that go unchecked. But I ain't gonna let you leave here either. GUARDS!" Cronic shouted out as he waited for Whiterun's Guards to arrive. When they finally did, Cronic picked up the Dunmer and passed him to one of the guards.
"Toss this sorry waste of skin into the Dungeons. Attempted murder ought to suffice. And spread word to the rest of the guard; Anyone matching this guy's appearance should not be allowed into Whiterun at all." Cronic said, handing the Cultist's mask to another guard, then walked down to the odd jobs shop, the magic flames on his hands having extinguished when he shouted for the guards.
"This "Miraak" just warranted my foot up his ass."
"Toss this sorry waste of skin into the Dungeons. Attempted murder ought to suffice. And spread word to the rest of the guard; Anyone matching this guy's appearance should not be allowed into Whiterun at all." Cronic said, handing the Cultist's mask to another guard, then walked down to the odd jobs shop, the magic flames on his hands having extinguished when he shouted for the guards.
"This "Miraak" just warranted my foot up his ass."
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