Two...no, three sides to every argument. (ESO Open RP)

[Faclan]

(We in Cyrodiil booooys, Tekkals is currently for BetaWülf to RP with his Orc dude and Saral is for you other Pact peeps Samuel Murray and Guardian Cat of Yappa's. Later everyone may be able to meet up. If peeps wana join just say so in the interest check for this RP with some basics of your character so we can be sure its alright )

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Tekkals - Ebonheart Pact Healer
Near the Silver Road
Decimation!

Such a nice day in Northern Cyrodiil; a light dusting of snow to just give the air a fresh bite to it but it wasn't too cold round here. Further up near Bruma it was but it was a nice middle ground here. The midday sun shining down on the pleasant day. Unfortunately the war cries and death cries of those on the ground did put a dampener on the day. But if you ignored those it was still a nice day. The sun shining down on a skirmish currently happening on some pretty open ground, with a road a few hundred feet off to the side.

See?! Did they see it now!? This is why he didn't want to go to war in Cyrodiil. Well...probably not, since nearly all of them were dead now. Oh Hist he was going to die too!

Of course those thoughts were a bit too coherent and lucent for the Argonian now as he back peddled while doing his best to keep his staff held stable to keep the ward up on the Dunmer that was trying to complete a spell to shove back the fast advancing Covenant forces. The surveying party that Tekk had been a part of with the Dunmer mage; with two fighter escorts. Had been ambushed by a Covenant party at least eight strong. With a lot of archers. The two warriors were already dead and Tekkals was starting to see that he and the Dunmer were about to be as well. Especially when an arrow whizzed right past him from behind and cut his extended staff arm badly across his upper arm, causing him to drop the staff.

The ward fell as the staff did, the Dunmer starting to shout at him for being incompetent before he was silenced by an arrow in the throat. Spinning around to see where the arrow had come from Tekk was horrified to see that more uniformed Covenant soldiers were there, a few with arrows trained as there were a few knights there too! And now he had nothing besides his clothes and a dagger. Starting to stumble away from the ones that nicked him he was greeted with the first group the other direction. breathing raggedly in fear the Argonian closed his eyes a bit and then threw up his hands as best he could before shouting; "Mercy! I'm just a healer! I Surrender!" The lizard's left arm flopped over his head holding his wound as he tried to ignore the blood dropping down onto his snout, praying that he wasn't about to be filled with arrows.


Do'Saral - Aldmeri Dominion Warrior (Dragonknight in training)
Outside Bravil
Patrolling.

At least the small victory meal had been good last night. In celebration of the fact that Bravil had been liberated from the cursed Imperials and now belonged to the Dominion. At least there was that. Because even from where he was, starting to head back west up towards Bravil from the small cape below it, he could see the distant shape of White Gold Tower from here. The ultimate prize, in sight but so far out of reach. But the Imperials, and the Pact, and the Covenant, would stop them from taking it. But Do'Saral believed in the Dominions might that it would be there's in time. And they would all be stronger for it. The fighting also helping himself hone his Earthen resolve down into a perfect stone. But even though he was a warrior the Khajiit didn't believe that all the death was needed for the training.

Turning to his fellow Khajiit, Bosmer, and Altmer party members they nodded back at their party leader as they kept looking around on occasion in case of ambush. There had been reports of Pact troops see during last nights celebration, and Do'Saral didn't want to be ambushed or allow them to sneak in uncontested. The Khajiits heavy armor helping to strengthen his stamina as the great sword across his best rested in its scabbard for now. Ready to be drawn if needed as he took a short drink from his canteen before returning to the patrol. The matching formed helmet, with mane, was held under his arm however, allow him to walk for longer without having trouble breathing and also to enjoy some of the nice smells of the day.

There had been reports they would be moving toward Leyawinn tomorrow, taking the day in Bravil to allow those injured in the fighting to be tended to and for the dead to be given proper respect. But the recuperation may be extended to two days. But either were fine for Do'Saral, they would give him time for training with the more experienced Dragonknights when his patrol was complete - the party keeping watch as they traveled, their sector the cape under Bravil. The cape currently also shared with two other four fighter teams to make sure there would be no sneaking past.

On the land at least.

(Probably gona bring in my Covenant peeps in a bit)

[BetaWülf]

Sar-gro Nar - Daggerfall Covenant Warrior
Near the Silver road
Victory!

Sar-gro swung his battle axe in an upward arch, severing an arm at the shoulder, followed up by a downward swing so swift it knocked the Dunmer to the ground before his arm landed beside him. He smiled a macabre smile as he struck down a Nord fool who took too wide of a swing with a mace, their chest torn wide open by Sar-gro's battleaxe.

He raised his arms out and up into the air, a deep hearty laugh coming from the large Orc as chunks dripped off his weapon's blade and his Ebonheart enemies dwindled to the last man. A lone Argonian. Sar-gro closed the distance quickly, a smirk on his scarred face and a dangerous glint in his orange eyes.

"See to the wounded, I want us out of here as soon as the bodies are looted" Sar-gro yelled to his healers as he walked towards the last Pact coward.

Sar-gro pushed another Orc from his path as the Argonian pleaded for mercy, wrapping a hand around the face of a Breton who was about to stab the reptile, pulling his hand back and to the side, toppling the much smaller man to the ground. Sar-gro was neither gentle or patient, he left those to his better half. He pulled the Orcish made shackles from his belt and clamped them onto the Argonians' wrists.

"Told you they'd come in handy one of these days" he said to a slightly older Orc with a grin and a shake of his free fist as the other lifted the Argonian up, bodily off the ground, before lowering him back down to where his feet touched the ground.

"You are now a prisoner of the Daggerfall Covenant, state your credentials or have them beaten out of you" Sar-gro said with a scowl and a tightening of his jaw and free hand as it slowly became a fist.

[Faclan]

Tekkals - Ebonheart Pact Healer
Near the Silver Road
Caught, like a slave with extra food.

As the Covenant warriors approached Tekk shifted his hands from above his head to in front of him as he took a few steps back. Oh Hist they were just going to stab him anyway! Gulping and starting to sob a tiny bit Tekk clasped his hands together as he started to sink down to his knees to beg for his life.

It would be pretty clear to the fast approaching Covenant warriors that this Lizard could barely be considered a soldier. Skinny, small, and clearly had no spine at all. In a metaphorical and physical sense really, since he had no spines or fins on his head, instead had a collection of feathers on the back of his dull blue skinned head.

It got worse for Tekk, in his head, when one of the Orc warriors should that they wanted to leave as soon as the bodies were looted. That meant his body too! D..did they want loot?! He would give them everything! Now down on his knees he carefully watched this Orc as he shoved others aside and fast approached him. Gulping, now with watery eyes, Tekk held his hands in front of him in a begging gesture as he started to open his mouth to start the begging. Tekk very much preferring for his head to not be removed from his shoulders by the Orcs very large and bloody axe. But he blinked and looked down at his wrists when some very solid, and heavy, manacles were clamped onto his wrists.

Tekk looked up at the Orc, scarcely believe that he wasn't about to be executed, and started to speak; "T..t..thank yo," but that was as far as he got before another Orc just picked up him and set him on his feet. Tekk barely able to keep up with all that was going as he looked around at all the Covenant soldiers around him, currently looting his former allies while occasionally glancing over at him. He had gone from focusing as best he could on the battle, to be scared out of his mind about his impending death, and now now apparently not going to be killed. It was hard to keep up with it all. So when the Orc that had manacled him demanded some information from him Tekk just looked back at him before blinking - still breathing decently hard from all the emotions, before shirking away from the raised gauntleted fist. But unfortunately for the Argonian he had failed to comprehend the question that had been asked of him.

"..wh.what? Please don't hit me Sir!" He stammered  then quickly blurted out, gulping again.

(Poor Tekk ;_;, lil 'fraid lizzy.)