Phyllis
He smirks, ducking underneath the strike and lunging forward, grabbing the Ordinator's body, tackling him to the ground as his mere grip drained his life-force
Douglas
*She watched it happen. He would soon wither away rather quickly. The High priestess of Almalexia would come out of hiding quite soon. There weren't anymore fighters left in the temple. She knew there was nothing that could be done for her anymore. She knelt down. She was muttering "ALMSIVI" Over and over.*
Phyllis
He laughs, a grim expression on his face, he walks toward the priestess, "How dare you allow the name of Sotha Sill and Vivec leave your lips." He says, his voice rife with venom, "As if she didn't kill them in her lust for power."
Douglas
*She looked up at him.*

"Her Blessedness will guide me, i don't need your lecture."

*She tilted her head down, exposing her neck. Nereva was watching. Galdres needed to do the honors.*
Phyllis
He laughs, "Blessedness? I'm not one for religious lectures but you've been misled, our great Lady of Mercy is nothing but a fraud. She went mad, lost her mind along with her power. In her last moments she was a cruel mistress, torturing her own people, and then betraying those closest to her." He takes a step forward, "I should kill you where you stand, but instead I will allow for you to defend yourself. Think of it as a courtesy."
Douglas
"The Outcome will be the same. Execute me. Show me the Nature of you Daedra worshippers."

*Nereva looked down at her, through the Mask of Vivec.*

"The Thrice Blessed have led this woman to her end. Come, Galdres, Show her the wrath of truth."

*She was playing along with the whole new temple thing, but she didn't mean for it to come out so... Verbose.*
Phyllis
He breathes in, taking a deep breath, and as he releases he casts a spell. A portal appears beneath the priestess, and she falls through, the portal promptly closes. "She is not worthy of my hand." He says plainly, "Let's go further in, I'm sure there's more of them."
Douglas
*She removed the mask and attached it to her belt.*

"I can't wear that for too long... It makes me feel... Pretentious."

*She led onwards. There were a few more rooms. A few followers had taken up arms. Some were ready to cast spells. 2 notable foes remained. Vesparth the Toe, clad in Chitin and wielding the Axe of St. Felms, and Watchman Sindras, dual casting shock spells. Sindras was in the common room they were about to enter, along with a few followers in robes. As soon as they entered, Nereva took a lighting bolt to the shoulder, and took cover to cast a Seeker.*
Phyllis
He quickly casts a bubble of Negate Magic in the hall, preventing the Watchman from casting anymore spells, he then moves forward, blade in hand, ready to fight off Vesparth
Douglas
*She disposed of the Watchman and two worshippers with her spear. She was fighting off 2 more, one was pinned to a table with one of her knives. Vesparth was tough, dual wielding axes. He would get a lucky hit on Galdres' arm, and he moved in for a "Punch" With the Axe of St. Felms.*
Phyllis
He winces as the axe hits his arm, although his Glass armor protected against most of the strike, moving to stab him before he can strike with the Cleaver of St. Felms, "You dare to wield a holy artifact against one of Vivec's finest?" He says boastfully
Douglas
*The stab pierced the leather over his stomach. He attempted to say something, but all that left his mouth was blood. Nereva had killed the other two. She was staring at the mask in her hand. The Warrior-Poet's mask. The temple was empty now, but she had a somber look on her face.*
Phyllis
He removes his blade from the man's body, taking a cloth from his pocket and wiping the blood off, then sheathing it. He kneels and pats the man down, taking a paper from his pocket, then turns to Nereva, "Is something wrong?" He asks with a concerned tone
Douglas
"I killed them, didn't I?"

*One side of the mask was smeared with blood. An omen, or a poetic coincidence.*

"I... I haven't taken a life in 50 years... But I just... Stormed in here, slaughtered them... It's not like me. I just... I feel sick."

*She sighed and wiped off the blood, putting the mask back on her side.*

"There's little point in thinking about it too long."

*They were approaching the Armory. The door was open.*