Chasms of Saarthal

Ysarth raised his hands that were now crackling with magic, the light reflecting off of his elven gauntlets that gave them a royal appearence.
'Steady.' he muttered to the group
"Let us dance, whatever you may be. Magic will engulf your body and rip you from your soul" he thought to himself, readying for whatever threat was to come

OOC Can I announce the enemy's intro?

Chris was crouched down taking an old war formation.

OOC: No one's gonna guess where Chris lied?

OOC I honestly don't know when he did

[go for it Caravan Guard]
[I'm guessing the part where he has not been on an adventure before? Because traveling to Winterhold is an adventure]

OOC: Correct. And wrong. Winterhold wasn't his acctual first adventure. This isn't either. Besides how else is he so skilled? That one statement should throw anyone off. Like think about it. No novice is that good with anything first try.

Lyle expected elves but saw 15 imperials enter the ruins. They shouted " surrender in the name of the empire"
Lyle was not going to fight the empire, he got on his knees and looked at the imperials noticing a thalmor justicar in the background. Maybe my allies will notice him too so we can focus the attack on the thalmor. Thought Lyle as he noticed that all of the imperial's eyes were a dark red color. " Mindcontrol' said lyle whispering to his magic wielding friend.

[you forget that practice can make you skilled without you attempting the actual experience]

Isnar started up his flamethrower and started spraying them with the flames. He took out about three of them before rushing in with his axe.

Chris shot one of them in the forehead. "I give no sympothy to pawns. May your souls rest in peace souls of the empire."

The room lit up with magic as Ysarth slashed lightning and fire at the soldiers, keeping an eye on the elf justicar. He saw Isner charge into the group, brandishing his axe.
He grunted and drew his greatsword and charged the remaining soldiers

Lyle pounced on on soldier tearing his windpipe out. When he got up he took an arrow to the kidney. Lyle collapsed in pain. He soon blacked out sorrounded by dead bodies it seemed he died

Isnar slashed one in the leg and brought the axe down on another's head.

Ysarth began working his way to the justicar, who was casting spells at the soldiers and the group.
An arm suddenly swung infront of Ysarth, bringing a sword down on Isner's back. He grabbed the wrist that belonged to the arm before the sword landed home, and pulled the soldier towards him.
Ysarth roared a terrible sound of a werewolf into the man's face before ripping out his throat, leaving blood and death in its wake

Chris dragged Lyle out of Danger. "Hang in there!" He removed the Arrow like in a medical percedure. Than begun to heal him. He acctully was scared.

Isnar yelled in pain as the sword slashed his back. This only increased his rage. He took a swipe at the elf, but he dodged it. Isnar swung again and caught the justiciars shins. He fell to his knees. Isnar left the rest of the dirty work for Ysarth.

"Here!" Chris threw a healing potion to Isnar and continued to mend Lyle's wound.

Isnar drank from the bottle, tied the justiciars hands, and fought off any imperials that got close.

Glass rushed forward, no mercy for the Imperials. Glass didn't take sides, so he didn't care. He thrust his long voulgier constantly forward, piercing the leather the Imperials wore.

Ysarth grabbed the tied hands of the justicar and severed them from the wrists with his elven dagger. He pulled the elf up to his face, holding the justicar by the collar of his tunic

'Who sent you here?'
The justicar cursed Ysarth in elf-tongue
'Then you have chosen death.' he slashed the elf across the right side of his neck, spraying blood everywhere
Ysarth let the elf's limp body drop to the ground and them began searching for letters inside of his tunic