Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628200351/@comment-24141785-20150703135027

Kaloter followed the argonian until they eventually reached an armoury. Kaloter took a note of the group; There was an altmer girl and her child, a khajiit dressed in tight blue robes, an large orc with a tattered shirt and chains across his neck, an Breton dressed in Plated Leather Armor, An imperial wielding a crossbow & the argonian.

"Thank you for this..." Kaloter murmured, leaning back against the wall, "But what are we exactly hiding from?"

The orc whose name, Dirt, was carved across his chest spoke. "We started out as a group of 17. Dirt saw how we were low on food, that searching for food in the city was hard. 10 of them started to..."

"They turned to cannibalism." The argonian hissed, "Bastards started hunting down other survivors in the city."

Kaloter gazed at horror, disgusted by the actions. He knew eventually some people would turn to that food source, but so soon...?

"That's..." Kaloter gasped, still feeling sick with the thought.

"Disgusting?" The argonian added, "Of course it is. We split off from that main group and now this place is a warzone for a civil war."

The argonian heaved, taking a deep sigh, "Those bastards might come again now, after you showed up."

The redguard looked around the room before replying. "I have a group near here; outside the Imperial City. I can lead you there"

The khajiit shook his head, "Ka'jirr appreciates the help...but this one and friends cannot leave until the others are dealt with."

Kaloter paced around, flustered with the current situation. He eventually turned to the argonian, whom he assumed was the leader of this group.

"How well armed are they?"

"They have lots..." The argonian shrugged, "Way better equipped than us."

"Shit..."

Kaloter sat down, facing the group. He wasn't going to live here with them, neither was he going to leave them here.

"Alright everyone..." The redguard ordered, "Listen up."

The redguard took a gulp, "We're going to fight them and we are going to escape. We will be brave and we will emerge victorious. Anyone who wants to wait here whilst we fight can; but anyone who wants to fight with me...stand up."

One by one, everyone in the room stood up; even the Altmer and her child. Kaloter ordered the group to arm up, prepare for battle.

I might be sending them to their deaths...I might be taking their lives from them.

Kaloter waited until everyone was ready before drawing his sword. The dead's blood soaked his armor, but he shrugged it off.

Time for battle...

=
========================================================

The group followed Kaloter, Dirt looking at him admiringly. They eventually reach a corrider, near the enterance.

"Lets go!" Kaloter hushed. They silently jogged towards the enterance, the argonian overtaking them.

"Get back!" The argonain cried before an arrow pierced his chest. The lizard collapsed to his knees, before another arrow went through his head.

The altmer child winced at the sight, scared and nervous. Kaloter ordered everyone back, readying Storm Thrall.

"Hope this works..." He murmured, charging the spell.

Anytime now...

The khajiit peered around, undetected by the attackers, "This one sees 3 of them." The khajiit readied an icespike before Dirt pulled him back.

"Dirt doesn't want to see you go..." Dirt heaved, making sure the khajiit didn't scramble for revenge. Kaloter unleashed the thrall, aiming it near the trio.

He wasn't exactly sure what the thrall did to the trio, but all he heard was screams and then silence. When the group peered around the corner they saw blood all over the walls; the bodies missing.

"Where did they run off to?" The breton pondered, looking around the room. Kaloter hushed him, pressing a finger against his lips.

"7 to go..." Kaloter muttered, before ordering the group onwards. He could easily leave now, escape the barracks. He didn't want to leave the others, however, and stuck with them.

"Keep going..."

They turned a corner, slowly stalking their way through. The others were hold up in some large room, full of chairs and tables. According to information from Ka'jirr, they were using the long table as a large blockade, hiding behind it. Kaloter hoped they had a chance, it would be very difficult.

Kaloter ordered Dirt to pull the door off the room very close to where the others were hold up. After obeying the command Dirt used the door as a sort of shield.

"Everyone stay behind this once we get in..." Kaloter barked, gulping as he did so. Once everyone was ready and prepared Kaloter made the order.

...

...

The group rushed in, volleys of arrows flying at them. The door took most of the arrows, although many flew pass the group. Kaloter and the Breton, Eric split off from the shield; attacking the nearby cannibals. Dirt eventually lifted the door up and threw it towards one of the cannibals, the door going through his chest. Ka'jiir and the others made their cover on a few round tables, firing at the cannibals. Blood splattered on the walls and guts flew as lightning, ice and fire flew across the room. Arrows and swords alike hacked through enemies, butchering them.

After a tiresome battle, all that was left was the mutilated remains of the cannibals. Whilst the others checked if they were okay, Dirt put the remaining few to rest.

"Rest in peace..." Is what the orc said every time be ended the injured ones, even when they were already dead. The group took a rest, regaining their strength.

"Thank you..." The Imperial girl gazed, "Thank you for this."

"I cannot appreciate this enough." Eric heaved, "Your a good man."

Kaloter stared at them, thinking about how they didn't know him.

Better keep the truth hidden then tell them.

He waited until everyone was well rested before gaining their attention. "We have to go now, otherwise Rimalus might leave..."

"Rimalus?" The imperial girl interrupted, "Who is he?"

The redguard sighed, "He is a friend; my friend. He has a group...Anyway. Anyone who doesn't want to come can stay here, but anyone who does have to follow me out of here. It will be dangerous; but it is hope."

The group exchanged glances, muttering between themselves. Eventually, Dirt stood up. "I'm ready to follow you."

Eric soon followed, "After what you have done for us I cannot thank you enough...I will follow."

The altmer mother and her daughter stood up, not exchanging a word. The Imperial girl soon followed. It was Ka'jirr left.

"This one liked Ukawi." The khajiit mumbled, gesturing to their argonian leader, "Ka'jirr wants to remember him."

The redguard went on one near, looking at the khajiit in the eye. "He would have wanted you to live; to protect your friends..."

The khajiit, after much hesitation, eventually agreed; standing up. Once everyone was ready Kaloter ordered them to follow him, and he lead them to the exit.

"Ready?"

No one replied, but everyone nodded. Kaloter pushed open the doors, the sun shining in their face.

The zombies seemed to have moved on, the group having the perfect opputunity. Stealthily, Kaloter led them out of the building and towards the nearest gate.

"Imperial Girl..." Kaloter ordered, realising he did not know her name.

"Adraria..." The girl replied, sweating pouring from her face. "That is my name."

Adraria, you go besides me." Kaloter commanded, "I need an archer at the front."

The girl quickly caught up with Kaloter, drawing her bow. The duo led the rest of the group out of the city, charging through any zombies they found. Adraria eventually spotted that the gate was clear and quickly informed Kaloter.

"Come! Let's move!" Kaloter and the group eventually sped up, turning into a sprint. They crushed the few zombies around the gate and ran through.

"Now we have to cross the bridge!" Kaloter barked. He was tired, exhausted mentally and physically. He had hoped his friend hadn't left without him.

Then, he noticed. A horde had gathered on the other end of the bridge and started stumbling towards them. Kaloter noticed that the Altmer mother had rested along the bridge, and he crouched down next to her.

"You have to keep going..." He murmured, gazing at her. "You have to stay strong."

The woman tried to say something but it ended in her getting flustered. She was obviously very weak and needed food and water. Kaloter lifted her onto his shoulders and stood up, noticing the horde was very close.

The group were armed well, but not enough. Kaloter took note of their speed, hoping he had time for a plan.

"Rimalus!" The redguard called, hoping he was still here.