Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170720113953/@comment-19164168-20170803030020

(For the siege equipment, yes, they conjured it. Although that requires so much magicka, and losing their siege weapons in the heat of battle is very detrimental due to the magicka costs, and the lack of potent magicka potions.)

(lel k XD lol Mages vs. Mages tend to be the best fights imo. Also, slash, not stab for Rigmor XD)

"Keep firing." the Blackheart in charge of the siege of the city said to his officers, whom then relayed the orders to their charges. They kept bombarding the guards and walls with flaming rounds an stone rounds respectively with their small-scale catapults and ballistas. The munitions were physical, while the siege weapons themselves were of Daedric 'origin.'

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Rigmor's Thu'um was, amazingly, somehow nullified by the sole agent in front of him. The other agents did not even flinch as they only slightly staggered from the full power of Rigmor's shout. It was clear that they were no ordinary individuals, and were too powerful for Blackhearts. Perhaps they were hired?

The agent brushed off snow from his armor, and his hood went down, revealing his face. He was young and handsome, yet looked like a ghost or a Snow Elf due to his incredbly pale skin.

"My my, you greet your mother with that mouth?" he asked with a smirk, before he flashed right in front of Rigmor and delivered a reinforced strike to his stomach, sending him crashing towards the walls of the College.

The agent smirked on how he was forced to fight at high power. His reinforced strike was meant to injure even heavily-armored beings by giving his strikes inhuman power.

"Get up, Nord. Get up; I won't let a stone wall take my glory." he noted, asking Rigmor to stand up as he drew his bastard sword, which had a dark theme in it, coated in the blood of both Divine priests and Daedric cultists. Snapping his fingers, he conjured his unique bound armor set, which had some unique theme into it, akin to Ebony and Bretonic design.

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Cristus saw the Blackheart attacking Brelyna suddenly vanish, revealing itself to be a fragile body double...

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"Petty illusions. Good dreams, but will always be dreams." the agent that addressed Drevis shrugged.

"Illusions begone." he chanted, causing an explosion of magic at all the affected Blackhearts, instantly removing the Mayhem spell and revealing anyone invisible nearby.

"Ah, mortals. Arrogant, pathetic creatures as always."

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"Aww, this is cute." Morgan shook his head, "Matthias? You're free to do what you suggested. It's on your head if you blow up for it."

The huge man smirked under his helmet, answering "With pleasure." to Morgan, before his subordinates went to defend him, and Morgan also went to defend Matthias as he began to channel mysterious red energies.

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The trebuchets outside the Winterhold walls were still firing burning oil rounds at the city, but half of the trebuchets were gone when they were banished by their respective siege teams.

The reserves were still keeping an eye out for anything out of hand, covering the siege team's rear guard.