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Hey, sorry guys. Health problems were a bit worse than I thought. Still good to post, though, and am just about to read the message sent my way by Az.
So Azathoth, looks like Nagra's not alone anymore.
Do'Ja was certain that he had never had this much fun before in all of his life. He couldn't turn a corner without being faced with a new opponent, or- as his luck would have it at this juncture- three. Do'Ja had followed the sounds of battle, seeking what he deemed the central point of excitement. His belief in his decision was strengthened by the increasing amount of Argonian marauders he came across as he made his way hastily through the city. Though not unscathed, Do'Ja was far from finished with the events of the day.
He stood perfectly still behind the corner, angling his ears to listen in on what the sapped Argonian soldiers had to say.
"She is monstrous, brothers. No Orc fights like that."
"We must destroy her!"
"Fear not, my friends... The Large One will make quick work of the fool."
Do'Ja's ears twitched. This should prove to be most interesting. He peeked his head around the corner to find many more people- both living and dead- than he had anticipated. The bodies of the Argonians were mixed amongst the bodies of Bravil's guards. A few shaky-looking men stood behind a heavily clad Orc woman, who was being approached by perhaps the largest Man or Mer Do'Ja had ever seen. All attention was on him and the Orc woman as his ground-shaking steps approached her. Though she looked to be incredibly tough, Do'Ja feared this was not a task that she would survive on her own.
"Perhaps a hand could be lent," he thought to himself. "All the more fun for Do'Ja." His grin nearly split to his ears.
The two Argonians closest to the corner never knew what hit them. Silently Do'Ja rounded the curve, digging his claws deeply into their throats, severing the major arteries. The third turned to face him as his companions fell limp to the floor, though not quickly enough as his chest was met with a forceful kick as he completed his turn. The Argonian tumbled backwards, plunging into the mass of marauders surrounding the Orc and the pale-faced guardsmen.
He cracked his knuckles and called out over the crowd-
"Come, thjiz renrij! Your cowardly tactics reveal you as no warriors to match the Orc, nor I. Let us even the odds."
Thanks! Yeah, I admittedly sorta ripped that line out of his mouth. It just seemed so.. appropriate. Plus I feel like the Blades who were with Uriel when he said that probably quoted him and it made its way into literature, so I like to think he was quoting him.
Thanks! Hoping it'll incite the milk-drinkers to try to run away so I can have the hilarity that is a Eugain-attempting-to-fight post.
Also, speech is posted up; After the events in Bravil this morning are set a little bit I'll do a separate post for Do'Ja.
Well, with Eugain around, you might find it kind of hard to break Vorenus. He has a tendency to go all fanboy mode on people that he thinks are honorable.
The mass of people gathered in the city centre was even more intimidating than Eugain believed it would be. He made his way up the terraced steps outside the chapel, coming to rest behind an altar which he had drug out himself the night prior. He faced the people, wondering at a moment whether or not he would be able to complete this task.
"No. I must." Eugain steadied himself, stepping up to the pew, and addressed the people before him...
"Men and women of Bruma, Man and Mer alike, I come before you this morn with heavy heart bearing news from the south." Eugain averted his eyes momentarily from the crowd, a lump rising in his throat. He shook the feeling from his mind, and faced the people once more. "Above the Imperial City, a phenomenon of unknown origin has torn the sky asunder. Much like the Oblivion Crisis of times past, we now face a foe of whom we know nothing." Not a movement nor a sound could be detected in the miniscule pause Eugain took now. Looks of worry furrowed the brows of the many citizens stood before him.
"It is with regret that I inform you, the White Tower has been taken. Its once-shimmering facade now drips black with the inky darkness left in the wake of these monstrosities. Many men and women have died." Eugain steeled himself against the gasps of horror and the many curses that now emanated from the congregation.
"What will we do?! What of our homes, our children!?"
"By the Eight, the strife never ends..."
"Shor's Bones, what a mess..."
"And what would the Legion do about it!?"
Eugain raised his voice. "Please, we must collectively take reign of our emotions! Now is not the time to break nor blame, but the time to band together for the good of all Cyrodiil- nay, all of Tamriel!" The cacophony slowed to a halt, leaving silence in its wake. Once more, the people's attention rested on the Priest. "Hearken back to the Oblivion Crisis. Did we, as men, give up then? Did Skyrim cower when the Dragons of Old sprang once more to life among them? No! They rose! They fought! They protected their lands with their very lives! With pride, and with honor, they wrenched shut the jaws of Oblivion, and brought the mighty Eater of Worlds, Alduiin, toppling from the sky!"
Passion enveloped Eugain, his voice growing louder and more frantic as he spoke. He now took less of a resemblance to a priest, seeming almost to act as a military leader. He slammed his fists upon the wooden altar in front of him, calling out a rallying cry to those who were watching.
"Come, people of Bruma! Steel your hearts! Stand strong amongst the trials we face now, for the Divines will surely grant us guidance through the storm! We must believe that we, the many Peoples of Tamriel, will weather this torrent and come out victorious, our Capital reclaimed, our People strong as the mighty stone beneath our feet!"
"Answer me this, Bruma! Will you flee? Or will you FIGHT?!"
Sorry about my absence today guys, have been at the doctor getting an array of tests done. Fainted and woke up in the middle of the floor yesterday, but I'm all good now, so I'm going to start work on the speech.
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