*The wilderness is a dangerous place full of hidden wonders, but also hidden dangers. Most of the wilderness grows denser the further you get into it. More animals, more trees, more flowers, but one spot does the complete oposite. White marble arches strech through the distant trees as adventures grow closer. The hidden Aylied ruins of Hame create a soft silence as people draw closer to it. There are no animals here, the trees dont blow in the find, and the flowers all face away from the entrance. The ruins sit in the still of time. The entrance rests at the bottom of a spiral stair way leading to the first chambers of Hame. The insides lay in an unaltered state of rest that hasnt been seen by eyes of mortal men and revield to the outside world in over 400 years.

Itun and his compaigniouns exited the tree line around Hame. The three men stopped as Itun signaled to them. Gripping his pack he sighed "Alright men, this is it, the ruins of Hame. Now, does anyone have any questions before we get started. Once we get inside, theres no telling if we'll get any time to recoperate." As he waited for any questions, he placed his hands together and clkosed his eyes. With a quick pulse of magika. All three of them glowed with a white light that surrounded their bodies and then faded. Itun opened his eyes and relaxed. "That is a shielding spell that will absord any of the basic attacks that the necromancers or undead will throw at us. The Soul Gem will take the heat of the necromancers, but you have to stay with 15 feat of me, otherwise youre in trouble."*

As Warik left the treeline, the site of the ruins drew him in. It's beauty mingled with the foreboding of trespassing in such an ancient place. Warik grinned, his excitement washing away the agitated mood he had held since the morning. He quickly checked over his gear, dropping his bag at the nearest tree. As he turned to his friends, he felt a tingle wash over him from Itun's spell.
"Itun, I think I am ready. If you would like, I can take the lead. I'm fairly good at sneaking about. 'Specially when there is profit involved." Warik took a few steps closer to the ruins, before kneeling down and closing his eyes. He whispered a quick prayer to Shor, then opened his eyes and began to listen.
"Can you feel that? Such an energy to this place. Though I guess that could be my imagination." He stood to his feet, turning to face Kurgan. "Are you ready, Kurgan?"

As Kurgan stepped out of the brush into the clearing, an immediate feeling of doom lurched over him. His eyes where filled by the beautiful ruins that he has become so familiar with the architecture of. He proceeded with Itun and Warik and listened to them very closely while keeping his face directed to the spiral staircase of the ruins.
Kurgan looked at Warik and nodded that he was ready. His face was stern, emotionless with concentration. Kurgan knelled down on his right knee, and closed his eyes. He moved his head as if he where looking around the place and stood back up. "There is a certain force here that is obviously trying to make us flee." Kurgan looked at Warik. "I don't think sneaking here will be of any use. The aura of this place is already unsettled simply by our presence." Kurgan turned to Itun, "You can feel it as well right? The pain and despair of the undead. Their suffering...I can feel their unsatisfied blood lust swirling around me." Kurgan looked at the bright ruins sparkling in the sun. "This outer appearance is most deceiving..." Kurgan smirked and lifted his hand to block out the sun. "See, there is a very thin haze over these ruins. You are definitely right about this being dangerous Itun." Kurgan took a step towards the ruins ahead of the other two. "So...who's first?"

*Itun looked over at Kurgan. "Your right Dunmer, the aura around this place is completely repelling to anyone and everything in this area. Even the plants face away from it trying to escape. we must tread carefully in this place, or we will surely perish." As Kurgan spoke, Itun began forward. He walked past the tree line and into the open area of the ruins. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he noticed the pressure on his subconscious had increased slightly. He reached into his backpack and pulled out the black crystal and his mage's staff. He placed the crystal on the top of his staff in the gnarled roots of staff. With a wave of his hand and few short words the roots slipped and slid all over the crystal enveloping the crystal in a twisting holster at the top of the staff. The crystal began to glow a dark purple and he could feel the pressure of the evil lift from his mind. He turned back to his companions "I will hold the crystal in the staff .The power of the staff will only last so long, but it will bolster the rang and the consistency of the barrier that will protect us. Again, don't get to far away or else."
Itun turned back away from them and towards the steps. HE walked up the stairs and looked down into a pit that spiraled down against the wall to the door leading into the ruins. He jumped down holding onto the staff and his pack. He waited for his comrades to mimic him and then he walked up to the door. With a close of his eyes, and a sigh, he pushed it open. The air from the inside of the tomb rushed out of the door way and hit them like wall of icy cold death. Itun pulled his cloak over him and continued into the halls. He lift his hand and a green light spread around his body and reached across to the walls and down the stairs for a good 5 feet. He continued down the stairs until they reached the first room. He stuck close to the wall outside the door and looked around the corner. 5 figures stood at the other side of the room, swaying back and forth. He looked back at the others and whispered "Alright, 2 champion skeletons and 3 hero's. we need to think about this logically, if we take out the heroes first the other 2 will be easier. any ideas?" Itun waited for any smart ideas and watched the skeletons, praying his light wasn't going to give them away.*

Warik followed Itun, silently contemplating the words of his friends. Though he understood what his companions were saying, he felt differently. The energy he felt was strong, maybe menacing, but all it did was bolster his excitement. He found it hard to contain a grin as they approached the door to the ruins. Briefly, the thought crossed his mind, "Maybe there is something wrong with me." As he followed Itun to the edge of the first room, he looked at the enemies. He removed his cloak, dropping it to the ground, and then slowly drew his longsword. He then looked to Itun, and briefly considered his question.
Warik smiled at him, before responding quietly. "Ideas? I have one. Kill them. All." He winked at the Argonian, then stepped into the room, paying no heed to Itun's objections. He then ran towards the closest skeleton, and aimed a powerful strike at the skeleton's torso. When the flat of his blade made contact with the creature, it toppled over to the side, thought it still lived. As the clattering of bones drew the attention of the other skeletons, who all centered on Warik with vacant stares, Warik laughed. As the skeletons charged the Nord, he landed a powerful stomp on the skull of the prone skeleton, smiling with satisfaction at the sound of crunching bones. As he slowly backed away towards the door, he shouted to his companions. "You know what my favorite part of fighting these creatures is? The satisfying crunch." Warik laughed again, then crouched to prepare for the the coming charge.

As Warik charged in head first, Kurgan stood back for a second to watch what would happen. When his sword clashed against one of the Hero's torso, Kurgan knew it was time to step in. As the other skeletons turned towards Warik, Kurgan sprinted towards Warik. He drew his blades as he ran for a column that had fallen down at an angle. Kurgan sprinted up the column and jumped over Warik, falling towards one of the champions. Kurgan landed a powerful kick that sent the skeleton falling backwards as Kurgan rolled on to the ground. He quickly recovered and faced the angry skeleton champion. Kurgan twirled his blades one time and ran at the skeleton. The skeleton let out a screech as Kurgan bashed its ribs in with the flat of his blades. Kurgan turned around and there was an extra hero behind him wielding a massive battle ax. "AZURA'S CUNT! Watch out you two, the champions can summon heroes!" Kurgan screamed to the others as he blocked the hero's attack with his right sword. Kurgan looked behind him to see a claymore being swung right at him. Kurgan rolled to the side and watched as the champion missed the attack. Kurgan sheathed his left sword and started coursing his hand with lightning as he stood up. Kurgan held his hand back as he charged the two skeletons again. The hero swung again with the heavy ax, only to be easily dodged by Kurgan as he rolled under the swing. Kurgan stood up behind the hero as the champion's claymore, once again, headed straight for him. Kurgan blocked the strike but it made him stumble. Kurgan quickly placed his left hand on the back of the hero's head and unleashed a powerful lightning blast, shattering the skeleton hero as its remains disappeared. Kurgan looked back up and saw the claymore of the champion coming for his side, "son of a..." Kurgan sighed as he fell and lied flat on the ground as the sword flew over him. Kurgan quickly switched positions and tripped up the skeleton with the swing of his legs. Kurgan stood up and pulled out his other sword. As the skeleton stood up facing Kurgan, it leaned back and screeched again, this time out of rage. Kurgan ran towards the skeleton as it was bellowing out in rage. Kurgan spun around and landed a mighty kick to the skeleton's jaw, sending the jaw flying across the room. "Much better" Kurgan smirked.

*Itun watched as his comrades bolted off with heads filled with the dreams of battle. He rubbed his temples and sighed "Its as if im invisible, and they dont even listen." As he said this, a green light emmited around him and he vanished in the blink of an eye. Two every one else, Itun had vanashied, but to those who could see the life force of the living, he walked calmly arounf the corner that he had been crouched behind and into the middle of the battle field. He watched as Kurgan took on one of the Champions and his minions. He then looked at Warik handleing the other heros. "Wait.....wasnt there another Champion...." As he turned around the bleach white face of the last champion was standing stareing him in the face. It wasnt until the creature screached in his face and Itun relized that he had given himself away with his light spell from before. "DAMN!" he hissed as the Champion swung his fine steel sword at Ituns neck, missing him be mear inches as he ducked. Itun followed the dock all the way through to the ground and rolled backwards out of the reach of the Skeleton. He hissed and dropped all his cloaking spells as he gripped his staff and launched himself at the champion. The skeleton had just begun to spread its arms wide, the ritual performed to summon a hero skeleton. But Itun rushed the creature and brought the blunted, crystalized side of the staff across the head of the skeleton, causing him to stop the ritual. The red glow faded and the champion hissed with pain as he reared back his mighty blade and swung at Itun. Itun parried the swing with his own staff and pushed back on his opponet, causing him to shuffle backwards. Itun gripped the staff tight in his right hand and brought it up to chest hieght. His left hand in a claw like gesture at his side, Itun launched himself back at the champion and pushed his sword away with his staff, causing it to fly across the room towards Warik. With His left hand poised to strike, Itun reach up and grabbed the bone face of the Skeleton and roared. A briliant green flash lit the area he was fighting and then disapated. The skeleton creaked and then fell, frozen in time, onto its face. Itun smiled and placed his leather boot on the back of the skeletons head, and with a mighty pushed, crushed the the skeletons skull all over the floor. His breath heavy from the strain of the magicka used and the slight pressure still placed on his mind, he looked around for his team mates. "Everyone ok?"*

Kurgan watched as the jawbone slid across the floor towards Itun's battle, "You see that?" Kurgan laughed while looking in the hollow eyes of the skeleton champion, "We are kicking your friends fragile, boney, asses!" Kurgan continued laughing in the skeleton's face. The skeleton walked up, chest to chest to Kurgan and stared at him. "What are you going to do?" Kurgan sneered, as the skeleton, a head taller than Kurgan, stared down at him. The skeleton began to glow purple again and lift its arms. "Fucking do it then!!!!" Kurgan screamed as the hero was summoned. Kurgan landed a hard, right-handed uppercut on the jawless skull of the skeleton, cracking the head of the champion. The champion flew back into a pillar and collapsed on the ground, Kurgan turned to see the hero with a silver sword and an iron shield. The hero swung the sword at Kurgan, he quickly trapped the sword with both of his. Kurgan elbowed the hero in the jaw and disarmed him. Kurgan kicked the sword into the middle of the room, and followed up the attack with a left backhand on the skull of the hero. The hero shrieked from the hit. Kurgan ducked down and swiped right leg on the ground, tripping up the hero causing it to fall to the ground. Kurgan put his right leg on the hero's torso, and he looked up to see the champion standing back up. Kurgan smirked, slammed his foot through the ribcage of the hero, and watched as it vanished. Kurgan sprinted back towards the champion. The champion looked up to see kurgan jumping towards him, with his glass sword held in the air behind his head. The champion didn't have enough time to pull up it's claymore to blck, and Kurgan landed a mighty slash to his already cracked skull, sending it shattering across the room. Kurgan looked up to Itun, "Absolutely my friend." with a smile.

Warik had stepped back in surprise when Kurgan jumped over him. While he was distracted, the first of the two skeletons reached him, swinging its sword directly at Warik's neck. Warik moved to the side, dodging around a pillar. The skeleton's sword bit into the pillar, and as it struggled to remove it, Warik came around to face it. He grabbed the creatures shield with his left hand and tugged it free of the skeleton's grip, while simultaneously striking the creature in the face with the hilt of his sword. As the skeleton reeled away from the pillar, his sword still lodged in it, Warik laughed and watched as the skeleton clattered on the ground. He turned, and barely brought the shield up to deflect the second skeleton's surprise strike. The claymore smacked the shield, and Warik stumbled back as the creature struck repeatedly. After the third strike, the Nord dropped to a crouch. The claymore whistled over his head, and Warik quickly threw the shield. As it made contact with the creature's leg, it severed it, and the skeleton fell over with another clatter. The skeleton dropped its weapon as it fell, and Warik quickly slid over to the creature and grabbed at its face. He locked his finger's in its empty eye sockets, and as the creature moaned, Warik began to laugh again. He began to shout, "Kurgan, Itun! Look at this! isn't it hilarious?!" As he turned to look for his friends, Warik was surprised to see the previous skeleton had retrieved the claymore, and he barely had time to raise his own sword as a powerful strike was aimed at him. He deflected the attack, but his sword flew from his grip when the claymore made contact. Warik began to push himself backwards along the floor, shouting "Whoa, Whoa, WHOA" as he did so, barely out running the continuous strikes of the standing skeleton. Warik still had his fingers hooked in the legless skeleton's eyes, dragging it along the floor with him. Suddenly, Warik rolled back as a claymore strike severed the moaning skeleton's skull. Warik found himself with his back to the wall, staring at the skull in his hand. As the skeleton moved in for the kill, Warik narrowly moved as the blade swung past him. He grabbed the skeleton's bony arm, pulling back to cause the creature to stumble. He then brought the skull he still held around, smashing it into the face of the attacker. As the creature fell back, dropping the claymore, Warik dove on it, knocking it to floor. As he straddled it, he began to strike, over and over, smashing skull against skull, until the skeleton stopped moving. As he slowly stood, still gripping the miraculously unbroken skull, he noticed his friends staring at him. He laughed, holding up the skull for them to see. "I'm good, gentlemen! I had help from my new friend. Can I keep him, Itun?" Warik chuckled, not waiting for an answer before continuing. "I'm going to name him Facebasher. I've always wanted an inanimate pet."

*Itun watched as the Nord finished bashing the skeletons together, ending theyre first victory into the depths of the ruins. He smiled as he picked a piece of bone out of his shoe and flicked it at Warik. "Sure warik, as long as you remember to feed it, water it, and pick up after it. Alright gentalmen, we scraped by by the skin of our ass with that. Had there been a necromancer, you to would have died. You didnt even notice how far you had gotten from the crystal, we need to watch that. Now, lets keep moving." Itun motioned to a carved archway in the distant corner of the room. As he entered the hall, he looked around carefully at the cieling and the floor, watching for any trapps that might be waiting for them. The tunnel twisted and turned going deeper and deeper until finally, it opened into a much bigger sized room than the one before. A steel grate carved into the shapes of leaves sat in a stone window, blocking them from the view of the creatures below. Itun placed his pinky and pointer finger of his right hand over his eyes and a small purple flash illuminated them. he looked around the floor, motioning his comrads to crouch down just enough for them to see through the grate. "Alright, Kurgan, help me verify this, im looking at 5 zombies, 2 ghosts, and......awwww by the fucking nine.........a lich sitting on the far side of the room." he turned back to the other two. "Alright look, we CAN NOT go rushing in like we did before. I have no idea if thats one of the 2 gardians or not so we need to stick together. Kurgan, you and i need to try and deal with the ghosts since Wariks blade is not enchanted. Warik, if you can take out those zombies it would be a very good idea. " Itun peaked back over the stone ledge. To his surprise, the Lich had turned away from the horde of monsters and was headed down a side passage. He turned quickly to the others, "Nows our chance, get in, get out and take care of buisness before that Lich comes back." Itun, continuign to croutch, darted over to the side passge of stairs that lead down to the main floor. He stopped and waited for the other two to join him and then took off to the left of the zombies and made his way around to the ghosts. He stood and drew back his lright hand. With a blast of heat, a fire ball hurled itself across the empty space at one of the ghosts. With a moan the spector turned to him and hurled a frosty ice blast at Itun. He dodged the spell and flung 2 more fire balls at the ghost, one missing him by an inch, the other hitting its see-threw arm. The ghost shreaked and moaned as it flew at Itun. Like a blizzards first wind, it hit Itun and threw him across the room, dropping the staff where he had been standing.*

Kurgan nodded his head at Itun to confirm what he saw. Kurgan watched as the lich in the room exited. Kurgan waited until Itun's blast reached the first ghost, then he advanced quickly, head first towards the other ghost. He shot a blast of heat towards it to grab its attention. The ghost shrieked as the other blasted Itun, leaving the staff next to Kurgan. Kurgan quickly kicked it up with the top of his foot and threw it like a spear at Itun. Kurgan turned back to see a blast of ice coming for him. Kurgan quickly wrapped himself in a blue glow as he ran and slid under the blast. Kurgan got up quickly and blasted the ghost in the face with a powerful heat blast. The ghost fell back in a shriek of pain. Kurgan put his hands out to his side, extending his arms completely. His hands glowed red for a split second as he slammed his hands together. Another ghost appeared in front of Kurgan and attacked the already wounded ghost. Kurgan knew neither of them could hurt each other, it was just a great diversion. Kurgan turned towards the other ghost that had blasted Itun. Kurgan held out his left hand and shot a lightning strike towards it. The lightning grazed its shoulder and exploded onto a pillar next to it, launching the ghost forward from it. Kurgan turned towards his ancestral ghost fighting the other one. Kurgan held his palms out towards the other ghost and let a chain of fair out towards it, roasting the ghost.

While Warik listened intently to Itun's words, he had pulled a piece of rope from one of the pouches on his armor. He looped it through the eye of the skull, then tied it to his belt, leaving it dangling at his hip. He followed his two companions silently, holding his sword at the ready. When Itun made his move towards the ghost, Warik nodded to Kurgan and watched him join the assault. Warik waiting for a minute, watching the five scattered zombies. When the zombies began to turn towards the battle with the ghost, Warik began to move. He moved in a quick crouch, staying in the shadows until he reached the first zombie. He then leaped from the shadows, swinging his longsword with two hand in a wide arc, neatly severing the inattentive zombie's head. Before the body crumpled, he had charged the next. As he neared it, the zombie turned and lunged at Warik. He quickly sidestepped, then brought the sword down on the zombie's shoulder, the severed arm flying in the opposite direction. As the Zombie stumbled, he noticed two of the other zombies approaching. He quickly drew his hatchet with his left hand, and brought his sword up defensively as the first made its move. He pushed it back with his sword, then swung his left hand around at the second zombie, his axe cutting it's face deeply and causing it to falter. He then spun past the first zombie, just as the armless creature from before rejoined the fray. It slammed into the other, causing both zombies to fall to the ground. Warik took that moment to lunge at the zombie still standing. He thrust his longsword into its belly, driving it deep, until he was face to face with the monster. As the monster began to scream with agony, he brought the hatchet up and hacked at its neck, once, twice, three times, until the zombie was silenced. He used his foot to push the body off his sword, watching as it fell, the head dangling from the neck by a few tendons. Suddenly, he felt a searing pain as one of the other zombies, now recovered from the fall, slashed at his back, tearing through his old armor and leaving the stinging sensation and the feel of warm blood. Warik stumbled forward, then tripped and fell to the ground. The zombie who attacked him tripped over him, not prepared for the Nord's own fall. As the zombie hit the ground, Warik rolled over on top of him. He pressed the blade of his sword to the zombies neck, and with a growl of exertion, pressed the blade deep, severing the head. As the blood spray made a mess of his face, Warik rolled off of the zombie. He found himself staring at armless zombie as it lurched towards him, moaning annoyingly, as only zombies can. Warik came up onto one knee, and with a grunt, launched his hatchet at the monster. The hatchet sunk deep into the creatures skull, causing it to fall slack to the ground. Warik leaped to his feet and retrieved the hatchet, slipping back into his belt as he looked around for the last zombie. When he spotted it, he saw it had made its way over towards the others. As he began to run across the chamber, he saw it's target: the currently prone Argonian. Warik began to shout as he charged the zombie, "Itun!!! ITUN!!! Watch out!" Suddenly, he felt a sense of dread pass over him, and stopped to halt, turning towards the passage he was near. He took a step back when he found himself within 10 feet of the lich they had seen before. Warik raised his sword gripping it tight as he growled, "SON OF A..." Before he could finished, the lich released a blast of energy, striking Warik in the chest. He suddenly felt himself lift from the ground, the force of the blast slamming him into the wall. Warik fell to his knees, looking up to watch the Lich slowly make it's way towards him.

*Itun watched in a blurred haze as their opponents gave the party a fight for their lives. He looked over at Warik to see the Lich hovvering over him, and then at the zombie slowly approaching. He placed his hands on the wall and pushed himself up, the zombie now only feet away. he grabbed his staff and with a horrific hissing noise, brought the staff flying threw the air towards the zombies head. upon contact, the crystal on the end ripped threw the zombies facial features like a hot knife threw butter. Pieces of fleash and blood, spewed across the floor and the Argonian like a backed up fountian. But the zombie was only hendered, not stopped. it rushed him again and Itun brought the staff back threw the air ontop of the Zombies skull, there was a menaceing CRUNCH and the zombie crumpled. Itun heaved in air and turned to Warik. "Im ok Warik, Im on my way to hel.......AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" a searing pain shot up his leg and through his body. Looking down, Itun found what would have been the face of the zombie clenched down on his ankle. "You piece of shit!!" he twisted the staff in the air and sent the metal tipped end down threw its head. With a jerk it let go and died. Itun had no time to tend to the wound, he mearly pushed threw the pain and rushed over to the Lich all the while holding the crystal in his hand and chanting some ancient words. As he reached the lich he relesed the magic upon the staff which began to glow red. Placing himself in a stance to strick, he swung the crystal end of the staff at the lich, making a direct contact with its side. As the staff made contact with lich, a huge roar of flames errupted from the end of the staff and completely engulfed the lich. A horrific scream errupted through the caverns of the ruins that shook the very foundations. Itun knew now there was no purpose in trying to do this miossion stealthfully. With the lich still howling in its inferno, Itun ran it it again and this time brought the blunt end of the crystal into its gut. Ituns hands grew purple and his eyes took the same purple glow as they had in the bar. WIth a rush of magicka, the Lichs began to be drained of its soul through the crystal. With nothing left in the Lich, itun swung the husk of flesh and bones into a wall across the room. His breath very shallow, and his energy all but gone, Itun crumpled to the ground landing on his back. "Is everyone ok?"*

Kurgan watched as the ghost melted into a pool of ectoplasm at his feet. He had forgotten about the other ghost that he had attacked to get it away from Itun, until he felt a numbing cold on his shoulder. The icy sensation then exploded into an icy haze that sent Kurgan forward, landing on his right knee. Kurgan turned around and brought himself up to see the ghost coming at him with vengeance. "Hmpf" Kurgan scoffed, mocking the ghost, "You can only attack a man when his back is turned, you coward." Kurgan walked at the pace of the ghost towards it. The ghost lifted up its hand and sent an icy ball straight for Kurgan. Kurgan sheathed his swords completely and held out his left hand, nullifying the icy blast with a flame he created. "You have to do better than that." Kurgan then put his hands out from his chest, shaping them as if he where holding an invisible orb. A burst of heat and light appeared in his hands in an instant. Kurgan looked at the ghost and blasted it with an enormous wave of fire. The ghost screeched out in pain as it too, scorched until it was reduced to nothing but ectoplasm. Kurgan spat on the remains of the ghost and turned his attention towards the others, where he looked just in time to see Itun eradicate the lich. Kurgan ran over to his friends when he saw both of them on the ground. "Itun, what in Oblivion happened to your foot? It looks like shit." As Kurgan began to heal Itun's wound, he felt another presence. Kurgan looked up and saw two gloom wraiths entering the room from the farthest hallway. Both of the wraiths wielding glass long swords, they let out a terrible, high pitched scream and came straight for the three of them. Kurgan looked at Warik and Itun, "Shit, we really do not need these two cocks right now." Kurgan stood up and unsheathed both of his swords. Kurgan walked towards the wraiths, sending a minor lightning blast at the one on the right. The wraith shot to the right, dodging the lightning blast. "As i figured, you two are more intelligent than ghosts. I have heard tales of dark ghosts such as yourselves. I am excited to finally fight you." Kurgan swung his right hand sword only to be blocked by the wraith on the right. For a split second, Kurgan had all focus on that wraith, the wraith on the left touched Kurgan. A red aura came around him and he collapsed to his knees, feeling drastically weaker than before. "Piss..."

Warik watched Itun destroy the lich, then collapse near him. He rose to his feet and staggered over to Itun.
"That was by far one of the most interesting things I've ever seen you do." He grinned and slapped the Argonian on the back, before looking up as Kurgan approached. He briefly winced as he watched Kurgan healing Itun's wound, thinking of his own zombie-inflicted wound, and wondering if it needed attention. Before he could say a word, he saw the wraiths. He watched as Kurgan went to face them, before turning to Itun. "I have to help him."
Warik began to run towards the wraiths. As he neared, he saw Kurgan fall to his knees with the red aura glimmering around him. He saw the wraith's downward strike, and arrived just in time to parry the attack with his own blade. He then made a feint towards the Wraith's face, before spinning and doing the same to the other, drawing their attentions away from Kurgan. He backed away, taking turns parrying the attacks of the wraiths, sweat dripping down his brow. Seeing an opening, his thrust at the face of the left wraith, and stumble back a bit when his blade seemed to simply pass through air. With a growl, he looked to the Dunmer. "Kurgan, I know your busy resting, but I would really appreciate if YOU GOT YOUR ARSE UP AND HELPED ME!"