(( You dirty traitor >:( ))

(Take me away *lifts hands*)

Eivor was silent for another moment before shaking her head. "No... No, Arnbjorn, If something is going to happen to the village then I want to fight. I'm not like how I used to be, I can defend myself now!" She urged him, only making him sigh. "Eivor, no. You need to be safe; I'm not letting my only family be hurt by... This." Arnbjorn muttered, looking sidelong at the nearest robed man. A taller robed figure was now leaning against the bar, silently waiting. Eivor responded with a grit of her teeth as she moved to stand up, her hand darting to the hilt of her war axe. Arnbjorn tightened his grip around her and forced her back into a seated position, waiting for her to calm down again. "Let me go, you damned fool, and let me fight!" Eivor said in a growling tone.

"No. I'm going to take you upstairs where you'll be safe... Will you do it? For me?" Arnbjorn answered, giving his sister a desperate look he knew she couldn't resist. They both looked aside as Makor approached Eivor and it was comical how identical the glares they gave him were. Eivor sat up a little straighter and Arnbjorn sat up as well, taking his arm off of his sisters shoulders. "You wanna die early, bud? Call me 'little lady' again." She spat, then turned her head back to Arnbjorn with a sigh. "... Fine." She then turned to look at Hjalund, knowing that he would be able to handle what she couldn't... If she didn't sneak back out after being escorted upstairs. A knowing smile passed her lips and she stood up, letting Arnbjorn lead her up into the upper part of the inn. He ushered her into one of the rooms and pursed his lips as he looked over at her. "... This is probably the last time we'll see eachother." He admitted.

"Tell me who you work for." Eivor demanded, her arms crossed. Arnbjorn hesitated before answering.

"Vampire Lord Agravain." One of the robed men murmured to the one that was leaning against the bar; it was his cue. The taller man slowly removed his hood, revealing gaunt features and olive-toned skin. His hair was dark and his beard was neatly trimmed; at first he looked like a man of great wealth.  He silently drew his sword, the red blade glowing with the tell-tale signs of a powerful enchantment. All of the men drew their swords in unison, making the inn fall to a dreadful silence. The barkeep dove to grab a mace under the counter just as the wealthy-looking man, Agravain himself, let out a bellowing shout; "For Molag-Bal!" He yelled, breaking the silence. The robed men all attacked in unison as well, the piercing screams of men and women alike filling the air as they slayed the weaker inngoers. The air seemed to be alight with a red glow and lines darted across the floor creating a pattern; almost like some sort of dark ritual was taking place. A small group of vampires guarded the door, keeping people in as well as keeping guards out.

At the uproar Arnbjorn hurried to the door, giving Eivor a final glance. "... Don't try to save me, you'll only hurt yourself... But I also know you're too damned stubborn to be told what to do, so just don't get hurt." He hurried out of the door after having said that and Eivor gave a scoff. "Right..." She muttered, then waited a few seconds before running to the door. She tried the doorknob once, then twice, then let out a gasp of realization; He locked her in! "ARNBJORN!" She yelled, her tone angry and desperate as she tried to pound open the locked door. "Arnbjorn!" She yelled again, her voice cracking as her fists started to hurt. 

Arnbjorn ignored her pleas. "She needs to shut up or they'll find her..." He muttered to himself angrily. As he was passing down to the lower floor he stumbled upon a cowering Argonian boy; he couldn't have been older than twelve. "..." In one swift, silent move he drew his greatsword and cleaved a devestating wound into the boys chest. He didn't want to, of course, but he needed to look like he had killed something. He ran down to the lower level and caught the attention of Agravain. "Second floor is clear!" He announced, making the vampire lord smile. "Good boy, I can always depend on you." Agravain answered, his voice like that of a snake. 

Makor chuckles "I like this lady."

Emily got up immediately, staff in her right hand and shortsword in her left. "What in Oblivion!?" Vampires charged at her, she either pierced there hearts with ice spikes or with coldness. She occasoinally stabbed a few. She then started to look for Eivor, she tried to look through all of the chaos that was going on. Dammit!, She made a cold frost wind around herself as she walked through the crowds killing some of the vampires. 

Makor looks back "What the fuck?!" He puts of his fists (no armor, no weapons, just ragged pants :P) 

She froze Vampire after Vampire, before stopping and shouting once at 2 of them

She froze them solid, looking at the rest of the chaos not seeming to care that a young mage could use the power of the Thu'um.

BelleoftheBrawl

Eivor was silent for another moment before shaking her head. "No... No, Arnbjorn, If something is going to happen to the village then I want to fight. I'm not like how I used to be, I can defend myself now!" She urged him, only making him sigh. "Eivor, no. You need to be safe; I'm not letting my only family be hurt by... This." Arnbjorn muttered, looking sidelong at the nearest robed man. A taller robed figure was now leaning against the bar, silently waiting. Eivor responded with a grit of her teeth as she moved to stand up, her hand darting to the hilt of her war axe. Arnbjorn tightened his grip around her and forced her back into a seated position, waiting for her to calm down again. "Let me go, you damned fool, and let me fight!" Eivor said in a growling tone.

"No. I'm going to take you upstairs where you'll be safe... Will you do it? For me?" Arnbjorn answered, giving his sister a desperate look he knew she couldn't resist. They both looked aside as Makor approached Eivor and it was comical how identical the glares they gave him were. Eivor sat up a little straighter and Arnbjorn sat up as well, taking his arm off of his sisters shoulders. "You wanna die early, bud? Call me 'little lady' again." She spat, then turned her head back to Arnbjorn with a sigh. "... Fine." She then turned to look at Hjalund, knowing that he would be able to handle what she couldn't... If she didn't sneak back out after being escorted upstairs. A knowing smile passed her lips and she stood up, letting Arnbjorn lead her up into the upper part of the inn. He ushered her into one of the rooms and pursed his lips as he looked over at her. "... This is probably the last time we'll see eachother." He admitted.

"Tell me who you work for." Eivor demanded, her arms crossed. Arnbjorn hesitated before answering.

"Vampire Lord Agravain." One of the robed men murmured to the one that was leaning against the bar; it was his cue. The taller man slowly removed his hood, revealing gaunt features and olive-toned skin. His hair was dark and his beard was neatly trimmed; at first he looked like a man of great wealth.  He silently drew his sword, the red blade glowing with the tell-tale signs of a powerful enchantment. All of the men drew their swords in unison, making the inn fall to a dreadful silence. The barkeep dove to grab a mace under the counter just as the wealthy-looking man, Agravain himself, let out a bellowing shout; "For Molag-Bal!" He yelled, breaking the silence. The robed men all attacked in unison as well, the piercing screams of men and women alike filling the air as they slayed the weaker inngoers. The air seemed to be alight with a red glow and lines darted across the floor creating a pattern; almost like some sort of dark ritual was taking place. A small group of vampires guarded the door, keeping people in as well as keeping guards out.

At the uproar Arnbjorn hurried to the door, giving Eivor a final glance. "... Don't try to save me, you'll only hurt yourself... But I also know you're too damned stubborn to be told what to do, so just don't get hurt." He hurried out of the door after having said that and Eivor gave a scoff. "Right..." She muttered, then waited a few seconds before running to the door. She tried the doorknob once, then twice, then let out a gasp of realization; He locked her in! "ARNBJORN!" She yelled, her tone angry and desperate as she tried to pound open the locked door. "Arnbjorn!" She yelled again, her voice cracking as her fists started to hurt. 

Arnbjorn ignored her pleas. "She needs to shut up or they'll find her..." He muttered to himself angrily. As he was passing down to the lower floor he stumbled upon a cowering Argonian boy; he couldn't have been older than twelve. "..." In one swift, silent move he drew his greatsword and cleaved a devestating wound into the boys chest. He didn't want to, of course, but he needed to look like he had killed something. He ran down to the lower level and caught the attention of Agravain. "Second floor is clear!" He announced, making the vampire lord smile. "Good boy, I can always depend on you." Agravain answered, his voice like that of a snake. 

 

In response, the Divine Crusader leaps forward, Crusader's blade ringing as Hjalund decapitates the nearest enemy. Charging at another pair, he rams his shoulder into on, followed by a steel fist to the nose the second. The one who was rammed, after coughing up a bit of blood from a broken rib, soon finds a stream of fire melting his skin, while the second recieves a devastating kick to the ribs, cracking several in half and sending him over the bar.

After Hjalund is done purging the infidel, he turns around to deflect another blade, spinning around and crouching low as he does so, holy steel spilling organs from the vampire servant's belly, before he leaps up and stabs through another's chin. He kicks the last man he was fighting off his blade, before charging forward to the stairs, listening for Eivor's cries.

"Eivor! Eivor, where the hell are you?!" Another robed man leaps at him with a dagger in hand, but the Divine Crusader catches his arm, squeezing his arm and forcing it down before headbutting him. The steel helmet of his Crusader armor shatters the man's nose, but a swift stomp to the head cracks his head open, grey ichor spilling onto the floor.

"Purge and cleanse. For the Divines," He mutters to himself, before continuing to call fo Eivor.

Makor charges one of the threats before ramming into him he throws punch and takes a weapon "You're not bad for, Nord!" he calls to Hjalund.

YolGoraagSingh

Makor charges one of the threats before ramming into him he throws punch and takes a weapon "You're not bad for, Nord!" he calls to Hjalund.

(( Is Makor also upstairs? ))

(I think so, he was next to Elvor just a second ago :P)

Emily showed to be quite well with her sword, she twisted and rotated her position even using her staff to knock out the vampire servants. She could faintly hear someone yelling but there wasn't much she could do at the moment. She duckee as a vampire swung his axe at her, she froze his arm and wacked it with her staff breaking the mans arm to icy fleshy bits. She thrusted her swird into his stomach and kicked him iver.

YolGoraagSingh

(I think so, he was next to Elvor just a second ago :P)

(( Yet Eivor was brought upstairs and locked in a room. THe bar is downstairs :P ))

(Me confused!)

YolGoraagSingh

(Me confused!)

(( Arnbjorn, Eivor's brother, is a servant of Molag Bal. He locked Eivor in a room upstairs to protect her. The main fight is downstairs. Hjalund had slaughtered his way upstairs to rescue the one who showed him mercy. ))