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I'm not letting this die, just a heads up. Been kinda busy the last week, but I plan to post by early tomorrow, hopefully this fight steps a little closer to ending xD
...I was thinking. If having a TIE Fighter/Bomber carrying out air strikes or creating air superiority is too much overkill, getting shot down and having to fight on the ground with other characters should work right? Just gimme a heads up if there's any problems with this, Sep. I'm not super-big on SW lore, but I think hope I got this right.
I was thinking my character might be an Imperial soldier or pilot if that's available, but getting ever closer to that stage where they start questioning the morality of it all.
I always wondered why Stormtroopers were so damned useless in the movies... I mean, you had the likes of the 501st Legion, veterans from every decisive battle since the Clone Wars began XD Either all of them shown were raw recruits in full kit, or the movies were BS to make the Empire look bad.
"Damned Stormcloaks! Had to hire a mercenary to do their dirty work!" the other armoured Altmer said as he drew a second sword, going straight for Serena's neck with a fast X-slash. To kill her would be to cut off the connection to the atronach...
Yuki saw an opportunity to make a break for it, back up the hill, the way she came. The girl was only trudging through the snow for a few seconds until a hand grabbed her by the fringe and pulled her closer. Her eyes widened as she heard a dagger being unsheathed, and she visibly broke when the Elven steel was pressed into her neck. It was a far more icy feeling than any blizzard, and it was the first thing that had really driven the poor little priestess to terror in ages.
The hooded Thalmor began to channel a stream of flames at the atronach with his free hand in the hopes of keeping his comrade from being flanked, shocked and smashed to hell. Even if it did happen, he had the girl. Now he just had to pray this woman wasn't relentless enough to kill him, and lose the girl in the process...
Yuki saw an opportunity to make a break for it, back up the hill, the way she came. The girl was only trudging through the snow for a few seconds until a hand grabbed her by the fringe and pulled her closer. Her eyes widened as she heard a dagger being unsheathed, and she visibly broke when the Elven steel was pressed into her neck. It was a far more icy feeling than any blizzard, and it was the first thing that had really driven the poor little priestess to terror in ages.
The hooded Thalmor began to channel a stream of flames at the atronach with his free hand in the hopes of keeping his comrade from being flanked, shocked and smashed to hell. Even if it did happen, he had the girl. Now he just had to pray this woman wasn't relentless enough to kill him, and lose the girl in the process...
I'm game, Sep!
"I still can't believe how easily they all went down. The Akaviri people were supposed to be like the Blades, but they barely put up a fight!" An armoured Altmer soldier chuckled as the five figures approached Castle Northwatch. The blizzard was thick, but the fur in the four Thalmor's armour or robes kept them cozy enough. The same couldn't be said for their prisoner - an oddly-dressed child without any footwear, and a chained collar around her neck acting as a Magicka surpressor.
"Women and children don't really bother. They break down and wait for someone to slaughter them. Of course it was easy... Keep in mind there was no armour involved, and we killed the warriors before they could react. Disorganised rabble always perish easily." The robed Thalmor heading the formation replied clearly. The two didn't really sound concerned with what they had done. They spoke about this in front of the poor child, too... "Don't slow down, thing, or I'll cut something off and feed it to the wolves!" the same robed Thalmor snapped as he kicked the Akaviri girl into the snow.
Yuki was shivering uncontrollably... Her summer robes were too light to protect against the harsh and unforgiving winter of Skyrim. Her feet felt frozen after they made her walk without sandals, just because she was silent when questioned. Her neck was scratched and reddened by the tight collar, keeping her attached to her captors as if they were walking a dog. No tears, not even a trembling lip. Yuki couldn't go on like this, even if the warm castle wasn't far now. What awaited her? Torture? Interrogation? Both? Fighting to get to her feet, she pulled herself out of the snow and continued to walk before the Thalmor decided to drag her through the frozen landscape instead.
(Just doing this little intro before we continue in Whiterun. Gives us a lead anyway, when someone finds the bodies!)
"Women and children don't really bother. They break down and wait for someone to slaughter them. Of course it was easy... Keep in mind there was no armour involved, and we killed the warriors before they could react. Disorganised rabble always perish easily." The robed Thalmor heading the formation replied clearly. The two didn't really sound concerned with what they had done. They spoke about this in front of the poor child, too... "Don't slow down, thing, or I'll cut something off and feed it to the wolves!" the same robed Thalmor snapped as he kicked the Akaviri girl into the snow.
Yuki was shivering uncontrollably... Her summer robes were too light to protect against the harsh and unforgiving winter of Skyrim. Her feet felt frozen after they made her walk without sandals, just because she was silent when questioned. Her neck was scratched and reddened by the tight collar, keeping her attached to her captors as if they were walking a dog. No tears, not even a trembling lip. Yuki couldn't go on like this, even if the warm castle wasn't far now. What awaited her? Torture? Interrogation? Both? Fighting to get to her feet, she pulled herself out of the snow and continued to walk before the Thalmor decided to drag her through the frozen landscape instead.
(Just doing this little intro before we continue in Whiterun. Gives us a lead anyway, when someone finds the bodies!)
After watching Cronic leave the inn, Aria was left with some mead, and rowdy patrons. Damnable weekends made places like this so loud and active. She'd have to plan another trip to Dragon Falls at some stage, just to get a feel for the peaceful life again. Heck, she was restless even on those little vacation spaces, but it was easier to have fun either by herself or with Cronic. They had worked together for quite some time now, so... Perhaps he could come along next time!
"Yeah. I wonder how he'll react when he realises I own a mansion. ...A legit mansion, too!"
When Cronic left the Bannered Mare, he was immediately tailed by the stray cat for some reason. It followed him with a curious gaze, as if it could understand him in some way. This stray had strange tendencies. Sometimes he'd act more like a dog than a cat, showing signs of intellect not commonly found in any other cat at all... One could swear it gave a smile and a nod as Cronic's train of thought ended on their way down to the stables. It would definitely be easier to assume the curious little stray was just here to scavenge what he could.
The carriage driver from the day earlier noticed Cronic approaching from under the stone arch and waved his hand dismisfully for a joke. "No, no, I can't be drinking on the job! Ah, oh well. ...Too bad nobody wants to go anywhere today. Guess that means I'll be relaxing out here for some time..." said the Nord. A distant roar pierced through the air, spurring everyone's attention to the sky for a moment. Wherever the Dragon was, it was too far away to become an active threat.
"Yeah. I wonder how he'll react when he realises I own a mansion. ...A legit mansion, too!"
When Cronic left the Bannered Mare, he was immediately tailed by the stray cat for some reason. It followed him with a curious gaze, as if it could understand him in some way. This stray had strange tendencies. Sometimes he'd act more like a dog than a cat, showing signs of intellect not commonly found in any other cat at all... One could swear it gave a smile and a nod as Cronic's train of thought ended on their way down to the stables. It would definitely be easier to assume the curious little stray was just here to scavenge what he could.
The carriage driver from the day earlier noticed Cronic approaching from under the stone arch and waved his hand dismisfully for a joke. "No, no, I can't be drinking on the job! Ah, oh well. ...Too bad nobody wants to go anywhere today. Guess that means I'll be relaxing out here for some time..." said the Nord. A distant roar pierced through the air, spurring everyone's attention to the sky for a moment. Wherever the Dragon was, it was too far away to become an active threat.
"I still never told you about what happened with me and the Dominion, did I? ...If it's anything like what your girl's gone through, she and I will both be trying to find our balance between the sword and a semi-peaceful life." Aria spoke quietly, with a tone almost akin to worry in her voice. She was trying to live for more than revenge, but sometimes it was the only thing that crossed her mind. The Thalmor were evil, and it was no secret that they hated mankind. They had no allies, only tools. Small minds, indoctrinated into believing they were serving the greater good of the 'eight' divines and all merkind.
"We should ask around; see what we can find. Maybe you lovebirds'll get to meet again!" Aria cheerfully chanted, her mood changing suddenly for the better.
"We should ask around; see what we can find. Maybe you lovebirds'll get to meet again!" Aria cheerfully chanted, her mood changing suddenly for the better.
Blaze watched with a puzzled expression as Kinzoku began to leave, hopping down from the roof to quite casually make his way out of town. He still had power, he was still able to fight, ...but didn't he have any 'fight' left in him? It could be ended right here, and then he'd go inside and help his boss fight Iggy. But he didn't. He just... walked away. The fiery-haired girl lay flat on her back, breathing heavily after exerting so much magic power so quickly, and without proper preparation beforehand. Through.. some kind of mercy, she was still alive, and so was Torie. But maybe without Torie's surprise attack, ...whatever! Being alive was all that mattered at the time.
The kid grunted as she picked her tired self up, resting on her elbows as she looked up at Torie. Saved by the newbie...
"My hero..." She smirked and held her arm up lazily, "Gimme a hand, would ya'?"
Reaver watched with a mixture of genuine interest and disappointment as the Bind Snake spell began to burn off. "Ah, so you can burn magic itself. Impressive - but I'm still going to kill you," the young man said as he twirled the scythe, charging at Igneel to turn this into a melee fight again. Before he made a swipe for his opponent's head, he would throw an orb of darkness magic at his feet. There wasn't really a use for it - he just hoped Iggy's curiosity would get the better of him, to take his attention away from that fatal strike coming his way.
The kid grunted as she picked her tired self up, resting on her elbows as she looked up at Torie. Saved by the newbie...
"My hero..." She smirked and held her arm up lazily, "Gimme a hand, would ya'?"
Reaver watched with a mixture of genuine interest and disappointment as the Bind Snake spell began to burn off. "Ah, so you can burn magic itself. Impressive - but I'm still going to kill you," the young man said as he twirled the scythe, charging at Igneel to turn this into a melee fight again. Before he made a swipe for his opponent's head, he would throw an orb of darkness magic at his feet. There wasn't really a use for it - he just hoped Iggy's curiosity would get the better of him, to take his attention away from that fatal strike coming his way.
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