Norik Oakskin
Breton Vampire
Lakeview Manor
Affected Rpers: N/A

Norik sat at a table. He was enjoying a fine red wine brewed from thirty-two years of hard work. There was no point at letting it go to waste after the man's untimely death. At the other end of his table was seated a Flame Atronach. They conversed about things such as the constellations of the night sky, and the sun during the day. Things that were and were not in the plains of Oblivion.

It was every once in a while Norik would put his hand up and release a purlple flash of Magicka to extend his friend's stay. Norik set his glass down as he heard the sound of boots approaching. He took a look and stood up. He was wearing simply his pants. His usual armor was set aside in his house. He picked up his shield from its current perch behind his chair. He walked down towards the sound watching three bandits prepare to attack. He was hardly impressed. He saw a man brandishing a steel warhammer and wearing a set of iron armor. Another man held a sword and an axe and wore fur armor. The last was an archer in fur armor. He readied an arrow and set it loose.

A ping was heard as Norik moved his shield and placed it in the path of the projectile. Norik bounded forward. He smacked the tank back with his shield, and he kicked the archer. In the meantime he ducked from the first swing of the dual wielder. He jumped back letting loose a fireball into the dual wielder. The man fell back from the concussive force. He threw his hand up and conjured a sword. He pounced the man and stabbed him through with the phantasmal blade. He dispersed it on the way past. He turned again causing another arrow to ping off his shield.

He slammed into the archer and smacked him with the steel trimming surrounding the shield. He turned while the tank prepared to smash him. Norik bashed him causing him to stagger. Norik released a Fireball at point-blank-range. He burst into flames as well as the tank. He asked Mara for strength. His own flames hurt, but Mara provided to her agent. The tank was burnt and bewildered. Norik conjured his blade once again and cut at the man. The man hit the ground mortally wounded and bleeding to death. Norik turned to the archer. Again the ping was heard. Norik marched up to the man. His fangs became steadily more visible.

The man's screams soon ceased. Norik returned to his table. "You know... You could have helped at any time." The Atronach made a sound like chuckling. "I was sure you had it covered." The Atronach began to fade as Norik threw up his hand and extended her time.

Gorvesh Hammerfist
Orc Tank
Bandits' camp
Affected Arpers: N/A

Gorvesh took a long look at his next target. The bandits of this camp continued their daily routine of scumbaggery and other shenanigans. He counted five. A male wearing heavy steel armor acting as the leader. Two male subordinates, one wearing a few iron pieces with his fur attire, the other in fur attire. Two female subordinates were in fur armor. He tried to consider their weapons. The leader had a steel battleaxe. One of the males had a steel sword and an iron shield. The other had just a steel war axe. One of the females had a bow and some arrows. The other had a knife and seemed to work an alchemy table. He assumed a mage.

He took a look at the paths he could take. He decided on the most direct route. He grabbed a hold on his own battleaxe. It was forged of the finest steel crafted by the best smith Whiterun had to offer at one of the grandest forges in Skyrim. It held a shock enchantment to provide extra potency.

He sprinted off towards the entrance. He slammed his battleaxe into the inferior male whose only weapon was the war axe. The man dropped without a sound... which was irrelevant because of Gorvesh's excessively loud warcry. The other four were alerted immediately. They sprung into action immediately. The archer readied her arrow. Gorvesh turned and sprinted. The arrow hit the edge of his tempered armor. It ricocheted off of the side leaving barely a dent. The archer readied a second arrow before her frame was collapsed by the might of a battleaxe. He turned the mage hurled frost and fire at him. He dashed forward his anger climaxing. The pain hurt less and his arms swung with more might. The mage was gone about the time it started its assault. The other subordinate male was surprised at the Orc's ruthlessness. He tried to block with his shield but his block was broken by a diagonal swing, and he was broken by the following horizontal swing.

He took a look for his final opponent. The leader ran up wielding his battleaxe. It glowed with Magicka. The two sized each other up for a moment. They both were in heavy armor. They both carried enchanted battleaxes. The major difference was... one was practically berserk and the other was short a few team members.

Gorvesh swung first. His opponent parried with his axe. A bolt sprung from it and his opponent took a brisk shock. His opponent swung and Gorvesh copied his action. The Orc felt a icy chill move through him. The Orc swung again. This blow struck armor. It didn't cleave through but caused some bleeding from the man's side. Gorvesh took a hit in his shoulder. His armor dented enough to cut him. Blood dripped from them both. The Orc didn't show much notice. He swung his axe and trapped it against the other one. He threw his axe effectively disarming both of them. He resorted to his fists. His first blow to the mans armored face was brutal. The man fell back. It was obvious that he managed to break his opponent's nose through the armor. The other man tried a punch, but that was deflected and another punch was delivered by the Orc. His opponent felt his fist striking his armor. His opponent was grounded for a moment. Gorvesh picked his axe off the ground and brought it down. The vertical strike cleaved through the man's armor. He walked away as his opponent died. Gorvesh would be returning to Whiterun to collect that bounty now.