Hello everyone,
I'm starting this RP off with an announcement before the rules.
This new chapter of the RP, I predict, will be a short one, focusing solely on
the conflict which we have set up over the past few months. We will see how well
the heroes of Ald Raathim fare against the ever-encroaching death that awaits
in the west.
This will also be the last RP chapter for our role
play during the time period between Morrowind and Oblivion; after
War of the Wormgod has finished, there will be a reflections and epilogue
thread to tie up any loose ends and to set the scene for our characters in the
final days before the events of Oblivion, and then the RP will take a haitus
for a month or two, while we all play the new game till the wheels fall off.
Since we are entering the grand finale of our pre-Oblivion RP campaign, I am
hereby stating that we are not accepting any new
players until after we start up again post Oblivion. We apologize
for this arbitrariness, but it's not a good idea trying to shoehorn new faces
into the plot when you're playing out the last battle. Everyone will be welcome
once we start up again.
Loranna
===[1]
QUOTE
[2] Hello, and welcome to our Elder Scrolls Role
Playing threads, where we adventure and socialize in the vibrant land of
Tamriel.
Before we begin, we'd like to clarify a few things:
Loranna's Roleplay, while an open roleplay where everyone is invited to
join, is not a limitless or unregulated game. There are rules we have set
ourselves that make roleplaying easier and more enjoyable for everyone of us.
Please take the time and read the following guidelines carefully and, more
importantly, act according to them.
1. Have fun!
2. Fun does not mean you can do whatever you want, though.
Let us please clarify some points. While everyone is welcome to join in, they
are NOT welcome to jump in and do big, world-changing things without DISCUSSING
IT FIRST. Let's be very clear about what cannot be done without permission:
Affecting other characters:
Any action that effects another person's character, for ill or good.
Although most people realize they can't harm another person's character without
permission, many don't realize that you can't HELP another character without
permission, either. Many characters have flaws for a reason. Don't go healing,
saving, or otherwise fixing another character without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with
the player involved.
Major Events:
Any event that would drastically change things that have been done to the
world, whether the change is physical (rebuilding destroyed locations),
political(converting a population to a new cause), military (killing off all
the badguys) or anything else. Almost every situation, good or bad, that exists
in the RP was done for some reason. Don't go changing or fixing things without
DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the group.
For the purpose of coordinating this RP, backstage fun and discussing current
and future events, we have established a chatroom on chatspike.net, chatroom
#Loranna_RP. We strongly recommend that you have a glimpse in there, since it
is the easiest and most convenient way to discuss characters and settings,
explain rules, plan and give you the background information you need to play in
this RP. If you cannot get on the channel for some reason, or if the player
whose character you would affect with your plan is not there, then PM them
using this board's PM function. That's what it's there for.
If you do not have MIRC, you can http://www.chatspike.net/?p=javairc. Enter in
a nickname where prompted and hit Submit. You'll be asked if you want to trust
the signed applet. Hit Yes, and you'll be in the main chatspike channel. From
there, type /join #Loranna_RP You'll enter our chat channel and we can
talk to you.
Here are various other rules, tips and information you should take time
to read before joining this RP:
1. Background History:
Loranna's RP has accumulated a rich background history. Of course, no-one can
know all that has happened in this RP, but it is important that you have at
least an idea about the major events that took place during the last
one-and-a-half years. There are a few posts of Loranna that explain the history
of the RP from her character's viewpoint and a summary of the events in the RP
is in progress, you can find them http://www.tc.umn.edu/~rhod0091/lrp/temp.html.
Another summary is available as text file from Nalion, please ask via our
chatspike channel or per PM to Nalion for the time being. We are working on a
more permanent solution to provide this information.
The chatroom #Loranna_RP on chatspike is probably the best and fastest way to
get yourself informed about the RP, just ask the moderators and long-time
players there if you need any information. They will gladly help you. It is
also very advisable to read up on the most recent posts and threads to become a
grasp of what is happening right now in the RP. This will significantly help
you in finding a way to join the action and will reduce the probabiliy of
mistakes.
2. Reading and catching up on the RP:
We're a dedicated lot of players, and we love this RP. This means we put a lot
of effort in our posts, do a lot of planning and discussing to create our
plotlines. This requires time and dedication. And we require this of you as
well. This means, take your time to read the posts of the other players and
take the time to catch up on the plot if it progressed while you were away.
This simplifies your rejoin into the action. It is also a sign of respect to
the other players. If you don't have the time to read their posts, why should
they bother with yours, then?
Again, please let me repeat this, for it is very important. If you are not able
or willing to put time and at least reasonable effort in this RP, think again
whether you want to join this RP or not.
3. Gathering information
Gather information about the RP, be it asking in chat, by reading older posts
and getting up to date on the history or by asking via PM. No-one can know
everything, sure, but everyone can ask about what happened. We're glad to
assist! Again, this can not be done without some interest in the ongoings in
the RP, effort and a good bit of dedication.
4. Roleplaying
Roleplaying doesn't just involve making your character say something
(in-character chat). It also has a descriptive element. Motions and emotions of
your character, worries, joys, mimics, movements... we want to see them!
Describe how your character acts, this gives you a better grasp of your
character and will help your fellow players build up a relationship to your
character. It's not only action and big fights we have here in this RP, there
is a major social aspect to it as well.
5. Posting
Try to take your time to post. Yes, we are aware that there are hectic scenes,
like in big combats, where some things move faster, but is it in general a good
idea to look over your post again to check it. Yes, we know it sounds stupid
and obvious, but please care about spelling, punctuation and grammar. They are
not just things you learned in school once to forget afterwards. We are no
decryption experts. Those grammar rules have their meaning, and there are tools
out there to help you(word spell checker for example). Again, the chat is a
perfect way to ask for
time and coordinate with other players if you have problems.
6. Character control / multiple characters
Once more, about controlling characters that belong to other players: You
cannot control a character that is not your own (with a few exceptions, like
having talked to the player of the character beforehand). This means most
of the time the following:
* In combat, you can only try to attack another character, but whether
you hit him or how much damage is inflicted is up to the player of the
character, and only him/her.
* This applies to healing or helping the character as well; feel free to try
and offer help to a character, but let the other player describe the effects of
the healing/helping.
* Especially in combat, you have to work closely with the other players, the
chatroom is the best and easiest method to discuss these things.
Another thing related to this topic is referring or speaking to other
characters whose players are not online. If possible, try to avoid involving
characters when their player is not present. It ties down your character while
waiting for the other player to come back, and you don't know whether the
respective player has other plans when he is back.
Additionally, avoid generating scenes where you involve a character, affect him
with an action and finish the action before the player can react (stealing,
attacking, casting spells or similar actions). Example: No running up to
someone, rob him and run away to safety all in one post. This is a no go.
Controlling multiple characters. We have no written limits on how many
characters you may control; the limit is you. In general, it is very advisable
that you stick to one character when you are new to RPing. When creating a
character, it is VERY important that you consider your character carefully.
Again, this has something to do with effort and dedication. It is generally a
bad sign if you join up, post a couple of posts and then say you are bored with
this character and make a new one. Other players might get annoyed greeting and
introducing their characters to a new character when it is obvious that this
character will not last long because the player gets bored with the new
character. This RP is a social RP as well, and it is very difficult to
socialize with a character that is badly played, where you can see by the style
of writing that the player is already bored with the character and will throw
him away at the next opportunity. RPing is all about characters and your
character is your "representative" in this RP, your voice, your arm,
your mind. Please take this into account when creating and playing your
character.
As a general rule of thumb, use only one character until you feel comfortable
with him, can control him, have fun with him and the character is established
in the RP. The rest will run automatically after a while when you get more
confident and experienced in RPing.
7. Secret plans
Secret plans and surprises are seldom fun for anyone else. Before they're
revealed they're boring, because nobody knows about them, and afterwards
they're just annoying, because nobody knew about them. Examples: Your character
suddenly remembers that he has a castles all over Tamriel and calls in troops
to help. Or: Your character suddenly reveals he is a spy of the Emperor and
knows everything.
8. Ingame consequences of character actions:
Morrowind the game was rather lenient when it came to direct consequences after
a character's action. This is not the case in our RP. There are laws and local
customs, and there are guards and other authorities that are there to enforce
them. So, starting tavern brawls, stealing, murdering, open assault and all
other related actions are very likely to be persecuted and punished (this can
go up from your character ending up in jail, being banished or to be executed).
This doesn't mean that there are no murders or thefts in the RP, but it does
mean that if you do that, be aware of the consequences your character will have
to deal with.
9. Additional helpful information:
Please make sure that you read the following post of Allerleirauh
http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737&view=findpost&p=2871855,
dealing with some of the above mentioned rules, as well as the hints on
character generation done by Loranna
http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737&view=findpost&p=3828224.
Please take the above mentioned rules and information into careful
consideration, they will help you in joining this RP quickly and are useful to
avoid problems. And more importantly: act according to them!
** Not following the above advice will only result in two things: your
post is likely to be completely ignored by everyone else as if it did not
happen and/or you are asked to leave the RP. This is obviously not good for
anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing them and act according to
the rules mentioned above. **
Thank you, and have fun![3]
[4]
===
IMPORTANT: WE HAVE
JUMPED SIX MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE; IT IS NOW SUN'S HEIGHT IN THE RP (i.e.,
July)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/mapofmorrowind2.jpg is a map
provided by Shardie showing the current division of territory between the
forces loyal to the crown and the rebels in Morrowind, pre-attack on Ald
Raathim.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/MorrowindMap.jpg are the current
borders, post-attack. Note; this map is a work-in-progress.
Note: We now have a wiki page for the RP! It can be found
http://lorannarp.pbwiki.com/
===
Summary for Loranna: Loranna is in Sentinel, having spoken a bit with Master B
about a mysterious organization that seems to threaten the Empire in Tamriel,
and then fallen asleep. However, her dreams do not seem to be entirely her own,
as she is dreaming of things she did not directly see - in the company of
Sheogorath.
Gram, meanwhile, is in Lasthold in Scourg Barrow. He fell under the power of
the pale-skinned beauties that serve Mannimarco, and was being made part of the
unliving walls when his friends rescued him. Now, naked save for a cloak, his
shields, and his axe, he is currently retreating from a statue of a bat winged
tiger in the bone palace ...
Dayla is also in Lasthold, having had her magic rendered useless by a force of
Sload. She assumed her war form to dealwith the sluglike menaces, but the sight
of the moving statue has convinced her to flee the bone palace along with the
rest of the group.
[5]
Summary
Nalion
Nalion, a Breton mage, is running - fast, from a Ka Po’Tun. With his friends,
he has ventured into Scourg Barrow, the very lair of Mannimarco in search of
the fourth and final Blightstone. There, they discovered an underground
bone-and-corpse city, seducing women of all races... and the angry Ka Po’Tun.
Dana and Gistral
Dana, a Redguard healer and currently in Kalaan, and Gistral, a warrior of the
same race in Ramakawan, are currently celebrating the victory of their
respective battles, oblivious of the events in Scourg Barrow.[6]
Summary
Things are peaceful for now in Sentinel, Ramakawan, and Kalaan, but the
adventurers in the Dragontail Mountains have seen rivers of zombie soldiers
pouring out of Scourg Barrow in all directions. A mother of a battle is about
to happen.
Meanwhile, in Scourg Barrow itself, in an enormous city made out of skeletons
and corpses, the heroes are facing threat after threat in their quest to destroy
the final Blightstone and bring down the defenses of the King of Worms.
First there were ten beautiful pale women, representing all the sentient races
of Tamriel. Only three of them, an Orc, an Imperial, and a Nord, escaped our
heroes. Then there were the sload within the palace of Mannimarco. Now a Ka’Po
Tun, a tiger dragon of Akavir, has entered into the fray.
For the time being the heroes have retreated out to the central square, between
the unfinished loggia and unfinished statue of Vanus Galerion, and the palace
where the sload and Ka’Po Tun are. But it is only a matter of time before the
two forces clash again …
Meanwhile ...
Loranna and her escort Sheogorath are on a dream voyage through all the past
RPs. It's kind of a Greatest Hits clips show, but with plenty of twists ... [7]
Loranna's Dream[8]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 14 2006, 09:55 PM)
[9] In that moment when her eyes met the blazing
blue eyes of Azura, though ... every dream she had had since those long ago
days, of running from the inescapable giantess, came flooding back in an
instant, all horrifically new though because she had never actually seen the
moment that had sparked those dreams before, until now.
"You ..." she breathed, half-expecting the demon-woman below to come
at her, half-tensed to fight back, or at least to run, but then the banker was
pulling her upward ...
She clenched at Sheogorath's hand even as she tried to pull away, but it was no
use; she flew up into the maelstrom ...
[11]
They whirled every upward into the clouds, just as the Ministry of Truth came
crashing down past them, losing the sight of Vivec as dark clouds surrounded
them. Yet, though the clouds were black on the outside, they were illuminated
within as lightning encircled Sheogorath and Loranna like dancing children. She
could reach out and touch the lightning, and it wrapped around her wrist like a
beautiful bracelet before darting off.
The Mad God smiled at Loranna, his face bright. “Let’s see some more.”
Still holding her hand, Sheogorath struck out with his cane with his free hand
and the clouds parted. They were no longer over Vivec, but flying through the
storm over a little village of only a few dozen houses, on the coast. A small
Nordic keep stood on a cliff a few miles up the road.[12]
[13] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 03:12 AM)
[14] Loranna's Dream
They whirled every upward into the clouds, just as the Ministry of Truth came
crashing down past them, losing the sight of Vivec as dark clouds surrounded
them. Yet, though the clouds were black on the outside, they were
illuminated within as lightning encircled Sheogorath and Loranna like dancing
children. She could reach out and touch the lightning, and it wrapped
around her wrist like a beautiful bracelet before darting off.
The Mad God smiled at Loranna, his face bright. “Let’s see some more.”
Still holding her hand, Sheogorath struck out with his cane with his free hand
and the clouds parted. They were no longer over Vivec, but flying through
the storm over a little village of only a few dozen houses, on the coast.
A small Nordic keep stood on a cliff a few miles up the road.
[16]
A fragment of a conversation Loranna once had with Allie came back to her,
about the cracks letting things in, even light. She struggled to remember the
whole conversation; it seemed relevant now, that lightning encicled her arms to
adorn her in the midst of a thundercloud, the daM doG's face as bright as a
child's ...
Then, they were passing over a village, and Loranna recognized it instantly,
for it was her home, the land she and her friends had poured blood and sweat
and tears into to make great, only now it appeared as it did when she first
laid eyes on it, on a ship carrying her away from horros she had helped
unleash.
"Ald Raathm ... Jazbet's castle ..." she said, looking to Sheogorath
with questioning eyes.[17]
Loranna's Dream[18]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 01:22 AM)
[19] "Ald Raathm ... Jazbet's castle ..." she said, looking to Sheogorath with questioning eyes.
[21]
They dropped out of the storm, whirling hand-in-hand like leaves over the Inner
Sea, drawn to the village.
Skirting the mangrove swamps, Loranna sees Stalker fishing, unseen by any of
the boats traveling in and out of the bay.
They fly over the Drunken Guar tavern, still standing, serving the rowdy
adventurers and locals who stumble in and out of it. A pretty young girl is
among them, making friends, and Loranna recognizes her as she who she would
eventually crown the Harvest Princess. It is quite clear from here that she is
a common prostitute.
Dropping down at last at the front of the unfortified keep, Sheogorath raps on
the door with his cane.
Kallen opens the door. He looks impossibly young, a mere child, but still with
serious eyes and a professional manner.
“We’re with the party that just arrived,” Sheogorath said, leading Loranna in
past the seneschal. Together they walked past the library where a red-headed
Dunmer, Dagoth Lich in his illusionary disguise, was reading.
Then they passed into the herb garden.
Allerleirauh, Jazbet, and the Nord girl were pressed close together among the
blossoms and smells of the garden, and Allie was kissing him, deeply.
"Blind old grouch," the white-haired woman said. "Don't go
feeling sorry for yourself, or making mocking comments. I've been wanting to do
that for a while now. I did it, and I'm glad."
The ashen-skin Nord, her arm around Allerleirauh as she kisses Jazbet under the
ear, whispers: "She's got a point. Trust me; people keep telling me much
the same thing."
Jazbet, a cloth around his eyes, looks as if he’s about ready to faint, and
then says with an unsteady voice: 'I can say, in all honesty, that I'm not
feeling sorry for myself anymore … I wouldn't be anyone else at this moment.' [22]
[23] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 03:33 AM)
[24] Loranna's Dream
They dropped out of the storm, whirling hand-in-hand like leaves over the Inner
Sea, drawn to the village.
Skirting the mangrove swamps, Loranna sees Stalker fishing, unseen by any of
the boats traveling in and out of the bay.
They fly over the Drunken Guar tavern, still standing, serving the rowdy
adventurers and locals who stumble in and out of it. A pretty young girl
is among them, making friends, and Loranna recognizes her as she who she would
eventually crown the Harvest Princess. It is quite clear from here that
she is a common prostitute.
Dropping down at last at the front of the unfortified keep, Sheogorath raps on
the door with his cane.
Kallen opens the door. He looks impossibly young, a mere child, but still
with serious eyes and a professional manner.
“We’re with the party that just arrived,” Sheogorath said, leading Loranna in
past the seneschal. Together they walked past the library where a
red-headed Dunmer, Dagoth Lich in his illusionary disguise, was reading.
Then they passed into the herb garden.
Allerleirauh, Jazbet, and the Nord girl were pressed close together among the
blossoms and smells of the garden, and Allie was kissing him, deeply.
"Blind old grouch," the white-haired woman said. "Don't go
feeling sorry for yourself, or making mocking comments. I've been wanting to do
that for a while now. I did it, and I'm glad."
The ashen-skin Nord, her arm around Allerleirauh as she kisses Jazbet under the
ear, whispers: "She's got a point. Trust me; people keep telling me
much the same thing."
Jazbet, a cloth around his eyes, looks as if he’s about ready to faint, and
then says with an unsteady voice: 'I can say, in all honesty, that I'm not
feeling sorry for myself anymore … I wouldn't be anyone else at this moment.'
[26]
So that's why she was voted Harvest Princess ...? Loranna wonders
briefly, surprised she remembered the girl as well as she did. She made a grand
fool of herself back when they were all training for the fight in the Spheres,
Loranna recalled; she'd run off and Loranna never quite got around to looking
up what had happened to her.
Then again, after learning that that girl had tried - heavy-handedly - to set
her friends agaisnt one another, Loranna hadn't been in a rush to bring her
back into the fold.
The moment they passed into the herb garden, Loranna knew what they would find;
after seeing Allie and Jazbet at the trial, her heart had been pining for both
of them, old feelings brought back to the fore. Seeing herself and Allie both
pressed close to Jazbet and kissing him, she reached her free hand out to them,
her heart full of longing.
"Allie, Jazbet ..." she whispered, clearly remembering the thoughts
she entertained at that moment, the wish she could take them both aisde, where
none would see ... a dream that could never have truly been, she knew, and
would never be now, but one she had cherished anyway, still cherished for all
its impossibility ...[27]
Loranna's Dream[28]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 01:45 AM)
[29] "Allie, Jazbet ..." she whispered, clearly remembering the thoughts she entertained at that moment, the wish she could take them both aisde, where none would see ... a dream that could never have truly been, she knew, and would never be now, but one she had cherished anyway, still cherished for all its impossibility ...
[31]
“How many moments have you had where you didn’t want to be someone else?”
Sheogorath asked, seemingly at Loranna, but his eyes undirected as if he were
addressing the ghosts of the past, present, and future.
Aricyn, shirtless, laughing, stepped past them with a polite “Excuse me,” his
eyes on the three in the herb garden. Laughing, he approached them, saying:
“"Well! I seem to be missing the party!"
Sheogorath pulled her hand, bringing her into the dining room. Suddenly, the
light faded from the windows, and she could tell it was night time. There was
Kallen, lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, dazed. The Nordic girl,
Loranna, was kneeling over him, gently parting his shirt to apply a healing
spell.
The word on his chest, freshly torn, was “SLAVE.”
Loranna felt a dark malevolent shadow pass Sheogorath and her as if they
weren’t there, coming towards the Nordic girl.
[32]
[33] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 03:53 AM)
[34] Loranna's Dream
“How many moments have you had where you didn’t want to be someone else?”
Sheogorath asked, seemingly at Loranna, but his eyes undirected as if he were
addressing the ghosts of the past, present, and future.
Aricyn, shirtless, laughing, stepped past them with a polite “Excuse me,” his
eyes on the three in the herb garden. Laughing, he approached them,
saying: “"Well! I seem to be missing the party!"
Sheogorath pulled her hand, bringing her into the dining room. Suddenly,
the light faded from the windows, and she could tell it was night time.
There was Kallen, lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, dazed. The
Nordic girl, Loranna, was kneeling over him, gently parting his shirt to apply
a healing spell.
The word on his chest, freshly torn, was “SLAVE.”
Loranna felt a dark malevolent shadow pass Sheogorath and her as if they
weren’t there, coming towards the Nordic girl.
[36]
Loranna was still puzzling over Sheogorath's question when he yanked her into
the dining room; seeing Kallen, she reflexively touched her own bosom,
whispering "Raithmat ..."
Why was Sheogorath doing this? Was he trying to push her back into madness, or
make some sort of point with these visions of her past?
No ... she didn't need to be pushed into madness; she was already mad,
had never stopped being mad, merely stopped letting her madness control her, or
at least, stopped letting her madness thoughtlessly destroy around her ...
"Why ..." she whispered, to the god, to the ghost, to the girl trying
to heal her seneshal. The question could apply to all of them, and to more.[37]
Loranna's Dream[38]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 02:01 AM)
[39] "Why ..." she whispered, to the god, to the ghost, to the girl trying to heal her seneshal. The question could apply to all of them, and to more.
[41]
"'Why?'" the Mad God looked to her and scoffed. "I'm showing you
'why.'"
As the Nord girl and the incorporeal shade fell against one another, she
screamed, thrashing.
"My, what a ruckus you made," the Mad God chuckled. "And what an
embarassing social situation, being mauled by ghosts while trying to entertain
your new House."
The letters were torn across the Nord girl's chest: H A R L O T.
The son of my son
Or the son of my daughter
Or both
Must take the title Lord of Ald Raathim
In one month’s time
Or the land of the thief will be swallowed whole by the sea
You cannot take what you were not given.
Sheogorath and Loranna stepped out of the dining room and into the kitchen.
There was hammering on the door to the cellar, and Sheogorath opened it.
Dres Obael was on the other side, a little drunk, more than a little alarmed by
the sounds issuing from the living room.
"Can I help you?" Sheogorath asked.
"What in bloody Oblivion is going on?" the handsome young Dres
nobleman cried, and the Mad God slammed the door back shut.
"Still, a good-looking lad," Sheogorath shrugged. "I wonder
what's become of him." [42]
[43] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 04:15 AM)
[44] Loranna's Dream
"'Why?'" the Mad God looked to her and scoffed. "I'm showing you
'why.'"
As the Nord girl and the incorporeal shade fell against one another, she
screamed, thrashing.
"My, what a ruckus you made," the Mad God chuckled. "And what an
embarassing social situation, being mauled by ghosts while trying to entertain
your new House."
The letters were torn across the Nord girl's chest: H A R L O T.
The son of my son
Or the son of my daughter
Or both
Must take the title Lord of Ald Raathim
In one month’s time
Or the land of the thief will be swallowed whole by the sea
You cannot take what you were not given.
Sheogorath and Loranna stepped out of the dining room and into the
kitchen. There was hammering on the door to the cellar, and Sheogorath
opened it.
Dres Obael was on the other side, a little drunk, more than a little alarmed by
the sounds issuing from the living room.
"Can I help you?" Sheogorath asked.
"What in bloody Oblivion is going on?" the handsome young Dres
nobleman cried, and the Mad God slammed the door back shut.
"Still, a good-looking lad," Sheogorath shrugged. "I wonder
what's become of him."
[46]
Loranna's eyes narrowed, but she refrained from saying anything. Rebuking the
doG was not the most productive use of one's breath.
She'd always been an emotional woman, Loranna told herself, biting her lip at
the sight of herself thrashing around, helpless and scared and fustrated. She'd
probably always be an emotional woman, the more she thought about it; she once
said she imagined her tears would dry up in time but she called upon her tears
for strength more than once, so how could they dry up? All power had its price;
she knew that ...
Sheogorth's last querry caused Loranna's head to bow in shame; they never did
manage to free Obael, something which had rankled her in the early days of the
war. Later, other things had come up, tragedies had struck closer to home, her
plans to raid Bodrum Mora forgotten ... but now, looking at the handsome noble
once more, she felt her eyes growing moist again.
"You know what happened to him," she said quietly, her tone difficult
to read. "You know all sorts of things. More than anyone wants to
admit." [47]
Loranna's Dream[48]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 02:28 AM)
[49] "You know what happened to him," she said quietly, her tone difficult to read. "You know all sorts of things. More than anyone wants to admit."
[51]
"Being underestimated is hardly a distinguishing characteristic,"
Sheogorath chuckled, leaning back against a mirror, which Loranna thought
didn't actually belong in Razbiah's kitchen. It reflected the window behind
her, and the night storm.
It also showed light, now that she looked at it. A blazing fire in a humble
tavern firepit, and a group of adventurers gathered around it. A tavern
somewhere.
Looking around, she found that the window behind her was the outside window to
a tavern in High Rock she hadn't been to in a long, long time ... In fact, it
had been burned to the ground shortly after she left it ... [52]
[53] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 04:55 AM)
[54] Loranna's Dream
"Being underestimated is hardly a distinguishing characteristic,"
Sheogorath chuckled, leaning back against a mirror, which Loranna thought
didn't actually belong in Razbiah's kitchen. It reflected the window
behind her, and the night storm.
It also showed light, now that she looked at it. A blazing fire in a
humble tavern firepit, and a group of adventurers gathered around it. A
tavern somewhere.
Looking around, she found that the window behind her was the outside window to
a tavern in High Rock she hadn't been to in a long, long time ... In fact, it
had been burned to the ground shortly after she left it ...
[56]
"I was the vessel of a goddess and where did I go? A tavern," Loranna
says, shaking her head as she looks around. "Foolish wisdom, that; the
right choice for the wrong reasons, at the time."
Still, she smiled; there were painful memories in this place, but some more
light-hearted ones. Lord Darius, bless the poor dear, was a pleasant man,
humorous even if mostly unintentionally, and these were the days before the
blood started falling on the snow ...[57]
Loranna's Dream[58]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 03:07 AM)
[59] "I was the vessel of a goddess and
where did I go? A tavern," Loranna says, shaking her head as she
looks around. "Foolish wisdom, that; the right choice for the wrong
reasons, at the time."
Still, she smiled; there were painful memories in this place, but some more
light-hearted ones. Lord Darius, bless the poor dear, was a pleasant man,
humorous even if mostly unintentionally, and these were the days before the
blood started falling on the snow ...
[61]
Sheogorath laughed at that. “Makes perfect sense to me, my dear.”
The Mad God opened the window, helping Loranna through, and then coming in
behind them.
“Close the window!” the barmaid yelled, laughing as she watched the drunken
patrons at the table. “Can’t you see there’s a man half naked in here?”
“My apologies, madam,” the Mad God bowed, and closed the window.
It occured to Loranna at that moment that the jolly tavernmaid was a spy of
Queen Elysana's, who would later report an innocent remark as treason, setting
off a whole chain of events.
There was indeed a half-naked man in the tavern, whose name, Loranna
remembered, was Hakan. He was laughing, looking at his fallen greaves and
pants.
"Well, it seems i've been bested in a duel for the first time."
"And... we have our first naked Nord of the evening..." Allerleirauh,
one of the people in the room, muttered, rolling her eyes. "If mammalian
anatomy is how I remember it, he is cold as well."
Harg, whom Loranna had seen more recently in Sentinel, who she believed was now
in Kalaan, also chuckled. "The Fist of Harg is not ashamed to admit that
once even his mighty greaves fell victim to Elaine's nimble hands. However,
only once."
Samson, his old companion was with him, grinning. "Yeah; I remember that
time ..."
"The Fist of Harg thinks now is a good time to discuss book
learning," Harg replied loudly, looking to the others in the tavern.
Arynel was there as well. He looked different, younger, but still mysterious.
"Nords, must everything concern the fray?" There was a certain
madness in his eyes, as he pulled at his hair. "I can't believe this. I've
seen the dam dog dance with Azura, and lived, but I just can't believe
this!"
Sheogorath laughed uproariously at that.
[62]
[63] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 05:23 AM)
[64] Loranna's Dream
Sheogorath laughed at that. “Makes perfect sense to me, my dear.”
The Mad God opened the window, helping Loranna through, and then coming in
behind them.
“Close the window!” the barmaid yelled, laughing as she watched the drunken
patrons at the table. “Can’t you see there’s a man half naked in here?”
“My apologies, madam,” the Mad God bowed, and closed the window.
It occured to Loranna at that moment that the jolly tavernmaid was a spy of
Queen Elysana's, who would later report an innocent remark as treason, setting
off a whole chain of events.
There was indeed a half-naked man in the tavern, whose name, Loranna
remembered, was Hakan. He was laughing, looking at his fallen greaves and
pants.
"Well, it seems i've been bested in a duel for the first time."
"And... we have our first naked Nord of the evening..." Allerleirauh,
one of the people in the room, muttered, rolling her eyes. "If
mammalian anatomy is how I remember it, he is cold as well."
Harg, whom Loranna had seen more recently in Sentinel, who she believed was now
in Kalaan, also chuckled. "The Fist of Harg is not ashamed to admit that
once even his mighty greaves fell victim to Elaine's nimble hands. However,
only once."
Samson, his old companion was with him, grinning. "Yeah; I remember that
time ..."
"The Fist of Harg thinks now is a good time to discuss book
learning," Harg replied loudly, looking to the others in the tavern.
Arynel was there as well. He looked different, younger, but still
mysterious. "Nords, must everything concern the fray?"
There was a certain madness in his eyes, as he pulled at his hair.
"I can't believe this. I've seen the dam dog dance with Azura, and lived,
but I just can't believe this!"
Sheogorath laughed uproariously at that.
[66]
Loranna couldn't help herself; she laughed too. Poor Arynel ...
It should worry her, that she walked so easily with madness, laughed at the
same things madness found funny. Was that the reason behind this visitation, to
remind her that she wasn't quite right in the head?
Little details she noted once before but hadn't really considered stood out to
her. Arynel's youthful features, the way Allie's hair fell around her
shoulders, Harg's freakishly large knucklebones ... all things she took for
granted before. All things that sturck her now, for some reason.[67]
Loranna's Dream[68]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 03:36 AM)
[69] Loranna couldn't help herself; she laughed
too. Poor Arynel ...
It should worry her, that she walked so easily with madness, laughed at the
same things madness found funny. Was that the reason behind this
visitation, to remind her that she wasn't quite right in the head?
Little details she noted once before but hadn't really considered stood out to
her. Arynel's youthful features, the way Allie's hair fell around her
shoulders, Harg's freakishly large knucklebones ... all things she took for
granted before. All things that sturck her now, for some reason.
[71]
"You're being so quiet right now," Sheogorath grinned, looking both
at Loranna and the younger version of herself, seated nearby, who was simply
watching the group. "Not quite in the center of attention, but you're
craving it, aren't you? Why don't you sit down and have a talk with yourself,
since no one else is? We don't have to leap from place to place ... I actually
fancy a drink."
Sheogorath left Loranna and went to the spy/barmaid. [72]
[73] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 05:41 AM)
[74] Loranna's Dream
"You're being so quiet right now," Sheogorath grinned, looking both
at Loranna and the younger version of herself, seated nearby, who was simply
watching the group. "Not quite in the center of attention, but you're
craving it, aren't you? Why don't you sit down and have a talk with
yourself, since no one else is? We don't have to leap from place to place
... I actually fancy a drink."
Sheogorath left Loranna and went to the spy/barmaid.
[76]
Loranna just looks at Sheogorath oddly. "You show up to slap her later, if
memory serves; will we chat with your other self too?" she asks, looking
thoughtful as she glances back at Loranna-Azura ...
"Lady, may I join thee?" Loranna asks the blue-green eyed Nordic girl
who was sitting all alone, nursing a warm beer. "After all, are we not all
gathered here to enjoy one another's company?"
Loranna-Azura stared at the ashen-skinned Nordic woman with the silver
tearstreaks and the strange, sad, yet beautiful smile, and her eyes widened a
bit as she said "Um, yes, yes of course ..."
"Thank you," Loranna said, calling a barmaid over for a mead.
"I'd ask for a flin but I believe Harg drank the last case of it
earlier," she says, winking. "Good thing the Cyrodiilic brandy is
still pelntiful, or else Lord Darius would have a fit."
" ... Yeah, hehe, that's true," Loranna-Azura says, her eyes fixed on
Loranna's hair. " ... Um, are you ..." she starts to ask, looking
hesitant for a moment - and then her eyes widen again, as if she heard
something.
Loranna's eyes stare deeply into Loranna-Azura's. "No and not quite, my
dear," she says, having known what questions were on her younger self's
mind. "But it's been a long time since I checked in on you; I'm here now
though, so why don't we talk?"[77]
Meanwhile ...
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow[78]
QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 12:21 AM)
[79] For the time being the heroes have retreated out to the central square, between the unfinished loggia and unfinished statue of Vanus Galerion, and the palace where the sload and Ka’Po Tun are. But it is only a matter of time before the two forces clash again …
[81]
Red-Rock-Shadow quickly passes around Restore Magicka potions to the
spellcasters retreating from the palace, all the while keeping her eyes on the
steps.
"I only have a couple of these," she says. "You'll probably
start regenerating your magicka right away, but I don't think we have much time
..."
The shadows within the palace were still for now, but the heroes had little
illusion that the sloads and the tiger-dragon were watching them, waiting for
their next move while strategizing their own ... [82]
[83] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 07:26 AM)
[84] Meanwhile ...
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow
The shadows within the palace were still for now, but the heroes had little
illusion that the sloads and the tiger-dragon were watching them, waiting for
their next move while strategizing their own ...
[86]
Shaka wanted to ask Goranthir what he had said to the Ka Po' Tun, and what had
the dragon replied. The battlemage had expected it to attack the sloads, but
Shaka could hear no sounds of battle from the palace.
Was the dragon another thrall of Mannimarco? Shaka waited for now before asking
these questions. [87]
Hesek, Slashes-With-Claws to the softskins, had just come from fighting sload. His sword had managed to kill one of the loathsome creatures before the statue had come to life. When the shouts of "Run!" went out Slashes ran with the speed of his race, one of the fastest on Tamriel. He was now with the others deciding what to do next. [88]
[89] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 05:01 AM)
[90] Loranna just looks at Sheogorath
oddly. "You show up to slap her later, if memory serves; will we
chat with your other self too?" she asks, looking thoughtful as she
glances back at Loranna-Azura ...
"Lady, may I join thee?" Loranna asks the blue-green eyed Nordic girl
who was sitting all alone, nursing a warm beer. "After all, are we
not all gathered here to enjoy one another's company?"
Loranna-Azura stared at the ashen-skinned Nordic woman with the silver
tearstreaks and the strange, sad, yet beautiful smile, and her eyes widened a
bit as she said "Um, yes, yes of course ..."
"Thank you," Loranna said, calling a barmaid over for a mead.
"I'd ask for a flin but I believe Harg drank the last case of it
earlier," she says, winking. "Good thing the Cyrodiilic brandy
is still pelntiful, or else Lord Darius would have a fit."
" ... Yeah, hehe, that's true," Loranna-Azura says, her eyes fixed on
Loranna's hair. " ... Um, are you ..." she starts to ask,
looking hesitant for a moment - and then her eyes widen again, as if she heard
something.
Loranna's eyes stare deeply into Loranna-Azura's. "No and not quite,
my dear," she says, having known what questions were on her younger self's
mind. "But it's been a long time since I checked in on you; I'm here
now though, so why don't we talk?"
[92]
Looking up from his place in the tavern, Arynel saw that Loranna wasn't alone.
The Nordic girl was talking to someone who had the facial features of an older
sister, but her skin was ashen like a dunmer's, and solidified on her cheeks
were tears like engraved silver.
The Breton curiously, cautiously approached the two women.
"A night with drinking is one fit for speaking," Arynel greeted them.
[93]
[94] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 03:26 AM)
[95] Meanwhile ...
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow
Red-Rock-Shadow quickly passes around Restore Magicka potions to the
spellcasters retreating from the palace, all the while keeping her eyes on the
steps.
"I only have a couple of these," she says. "You'll probably
start regenerating your magicka right away, but I don't think we have much time
..."
The shadows within the palace were still for now, but the heroes had little
illusion that the sloads and the tiger-dragon were watching them, waiting for
their next move while strategizing their own ...
[97]
Lasthold
Osa and Ora have retreated down the stairway, all the while in awe at the giant
statue of a Ka'Po'Tun that walks...currently their with the main group, having
recently saved Gram, faced off against the escaping 3 wierdo women, had a bout
with some Sload, and were basically just having a really bad day
Ramakawan
We find Ota sitting on a flat rock, deeply lost in meditation...after a few
moments though her eyes spring open, aware of something she cant see, but can
feel...namely the awesome army of Skeletons marching to try and take her head
and those of any in Ramakawan...she pulls her Staff a little closer, trying to
regain her focus, possibly in hopes of locating the army for a Mage-ly
Pre-emptive strike, although this will take the utmost of concentration
<ooc> Southern California Edison sucks <ooc> [98]
Vaan's
Summary:
Vaan is in the Kalaan fotress, recovering after a dragon attack. Unbeknown to
him, A Skeleton/Zombie army is on it's way to attack. [99]
[100] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 09:40 AM)
[101] Looking up from his place
in the tavern, Arynel saw that Loranna wasn't alone. The Nordic girl was
talking to someone who had the facial features of an older sister, but her skin
was ashen like a dunmer's, and solidified on her cheeks were tears like
engraved silver.
The Breton curiously, cautiously approached the two women.
"A night with drinking is one fit for speaking," Arynel greeted them.
[103]
Both Nordic women looked up at Arynel's approach, the younger with a look of
pleased surprise and the older with a somewhat more reserved curiosity.
" ... Yes," Loranna-Azura said, turning to look at Loranna. "Um
... this is ..."
"You may call me Alanya," Loranna said, holding out her hand, unsure
whether this dream-memory of Arynel would or even could recognize her for who
she truly was, or even if such recognition was wise.
Loranna-Azura looked at Loranna, unable to hide a look of surprise. Loranna
ignored her younger self-stare, curious to see what Arynel said next, thinking
to herself This is just before you find the Void, wasn't it dear? But you've
already been talking with her, or am I putting events out of place? How little
I knew any of you, back then ... [104]
[105] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 11:55 AM)
[106] Both Nordic women
looked up at Arynel's approach, the younger with a look of pleased surprise and
the older with a somewhat more reserved curiosity.
" ... Yes," Loranna-Azura said, turning to look at Loranna.
"Um ... this is ..."
"You may call me Alanya," Loranna said, holding out her hand, unsure
whether this dream-memory of Arynel would or even could recognize her for who
she truly was, or even if such recognition was wise.
Loranna-Azura looked at Loranna, unable to hide a look of surprise.
Loranna ignored her younger self-stare, curious to see what Arynel said next,
thinking to herself This is just before you find the Void, wasn't it
dear? But you've already been talking with her, or am I putting events
out of place? How little I knew any of you, back then ...
[108]
“I am called Arynel,” the Breton replied, nodding to Alanya. “Might I ask if
you know each other?” [109]
[110] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 06:26 AM)
[111] Meanwhile ...
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow
Red-Rock-Shadow quickly passes around Restore Magicka potions to the
spellcasters retreating from the palace, all the while keeping her eyes on the
steps.
"I only have a couple of these," she says. "You'll probably
start regenerating your magicka right away, but I don't think we have much time
..."
The shadows within the palace were still for now, but the heroes had little
illusion that the sloads and the tiger-dragon were watching them, waiting for
their next move while strategizing their own ...
[113]
P'Rassha would be able to run faster than what he was actually doing. He didn't
want to abandon the others to their fate and in addition, his thrill-seeking
sense was more than appealed with the sight of a legendary Ka'Po'Tun dragon.
The Huge Cathay-raht Khajiit was living a paradox. The gigantic beast was
frigthening and life-threatening, but at the same time, deep within him, he
dreamt for such an encounter for his whole lifetime.
"Maybe the beast would talk to a fellow cat-like beastman? Or
maybe...P'Rassha has a stupid idea, but P'Rassha can't think of a better one.
Could you get P'Rassha the size of a dragon? Through illusions, P'Rassha means.
Maybe the dragon would be willing to talk to someone of his size." [114]
[115] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 03:21 PM)
[116] “I am called Arynel,” the Breton replied, nodding to Alanya. “Might I ask if you know each other?”
[118]
Loranna-Azura looked confused, unsure what to say. "Well, uh ... we're ...
related ... it's kinda complicated ..."
"We got seperated some time ago," 'Alanya' explains, mentally wincing
at the tone of her younger self's voice. Was I really that insecure and
frightened? "Family issues."
"Yeah," Loranna-Azura says, giving a weak smile. "Long story;
nothing anyone would be interested in." The green in Loranna-Azura's eyes
wavers, fading a bit, then becoming more pronounced.
[119]
[120] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 02:42 PM)
[121] Loranna-Azura looked
confused, unsure what to say. "Well, uh ... we're ... related ...
it's kinda complicated ..."
"We got seperated some time ago," 'Alanya' explains, mentally wincing
at the tone of her younger self's voice. Was I really that insecure
and frightened? "Family issues."
"Yeah," Loranna-Azura says, giving a weak smile. "Long
story; nothing anyone would be interested in." The green in
Loranna-Azura's eyes wavers, fading a bit, then becoming more pronounced.
[123]
"You were seperated?" Arynel inquired, "So you knew each
other?"
The Breton's eyes darted between Loranna and Alanya uncertainly. [124]
pie [125]
[126] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 04:13 PM)
[127] "You were
seperated?" Arynel inquired, "So you knew each other?"
The Breton's eyes darted between Loranna and Alanya uncertainly.
[129]
Loranna-Azura smiles uneasily, looking to 'Alanya.'
'Alanya' nods, mentally grumbling Would have been easier if you'd just not
mentioned us being 'related' ...
Hey, I'm confused here, Loranna-Azura shoots back telepathically,
causing 'Alanya's' eyes to widen slightly. Seeing the surprised and less than
welcoming reaction, Loranna-Azura asks What? Am I supposed to just smile and
accept that you're ... you're ... you know.
'Alanya's' eyes turn to Loranna-Azura's, who's expression and body language
undergoes a noticable change, becoming more confident and predatory - almost
like she's trying to copy 'Alanya's' demeanor.
"Arynel, forgive us," Loranna-Azura says, turning to the confused
Breton. "You've stumbled into some ... old family business, shall we say.
It might be good to stay indoors; I think the weather will get worse
soon."
'Alanya' quietly despairs You haven't the faintest idea why I just glared at
you ... [130]
[131] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 03:34 PM)
[132] Loranna-Azura smiles
uneasily, looking to 'Alanya.'
'Alanya' nods, mentally grumbling Would have been easier if you'd just not
mentioned us being 'related' ...
Hey, I'm confused here, Loranna-Azura shoots back telepathically,
causing 'Alanya's' eyes to widen slightly. Seeing the surprised and less
than welcoming reaction, Loranna-Azura asks What? Am I supposed to
just smile and accept that you're ... you're ... you know.
'Alanya's' eyes turn to Loranna-Azura's, who's expression and body language undergoes
a noticable change, becoming more confident and predatory - almost like she's
trying to copy 'Alanya's' demeanor.
"Arynel, forgive us," Loranna-Azura says, turning to the confused
Breton. "You've stumbled into some ... old family business, shall we
say. It might be good to stay indoors; I think the weather will get worse
soon."
'Alanya' quietly despairs You haven't the faintest idea why I just glared at
you ...
[134]
Arynel nodded in response, but did not speak. The Breton retreated to a more secluded
section of the tavern keeping a close watch on the two Nords. [135]
OOC Summary
Reichi Sari is in 'Lasthold', a city made of bodies of varying states of death
and decay, located within Scourg Barrow, and has just run out of the palace,
where a Ka 'Po Tun and a bunch of Sload await. Reichi himself managed to take
two of the sload down by sheer speed and brute strength.
[136]
[137] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 04:40 PM)
[138] Arynel nodded in response, but did not speak. The Breton retreated to a more secluded section of the tavern keeping a close watch on the two Nords.
[140]
"Sorry dear ..." 'Loranna muttered as Arynel took his leave, feeling
somewhat disappointed; hard enough as it was to try and talk around the truth,
she had hoped to speak with him a bit more.
"Hmph," Loranna-Azura muttered in response, glaring with green eyes
at Alanya. "If you didn't want to cause confusion, you should have chosen
a less conspicuous shape, my 'sister'."
Loranna turned back to her younger self, frowning; Loranna-Azura frowned back.
For a moment, the two Nords regarded one another, until Loranna shook her head.
" ... Dear, stop that," she said. "That's a little girl act;
you're not Azura, and you're not who you're trying to pretend you are right
now."
"Oh?" Loranna-Azura asked, raising her eyebrows. "Is this what
you've come back to tell me? To stop being a little girl ..."
"Do you have any idea how many people we'll end up hurting?" Loranna
shot back, more angrily than she intended, and with a look of shock
Loranna-Azura's eyes revert to their normal blue. "Do you think it was an
accident that those fifty children died back at Darius's ball?"
" ... I didn't ... I didn't have anything to do with that ..."
Loranna-Azura stammered. "If that guard hadn't egged Sheogorath on nothing
would have ..."
"You didn't want to hurt them, I know," Loranna retorted, her
tearstreaks making her face look older that it was, "You don't get it
though - Sheo, Azura, they're not who you think they are. They can't be; that's
not their place. By bringing him to the ball, even if you didn't mean to ...
you set things in motion."
Loranna-Azura shook her head. " ... You're wrong; you've forgotten what
you felt for my Lady," she insisted. "I don't know how but you've
forgotten it ..." Her eyes moisten as she said reproachfully " ... I
could never turn my back on my Lady; she needs me, and I promised her I'd love
her and take care of her ..."
"Dear ..." Loranna said, instinctively reaching for Loranna-Azura,
but the younger Nord shook her head and got up, muttering " ... Please;
just ... don't ..." With a hurt expression, the pink-skinned Nord made her
way out of the tavern.
" ... I'm surprised," Loranna said to herself as she watched her
younger self storm off, "that they didn't want to kill me for being such a
whiner ..." She frowns and chugs the rest of her mead ...
[141]
[142] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 15 2006, 06:26 AM)
[143] Meanwhile ...
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow
Red-Rock-Shadow quickly passes around Restore Magicka potions to the
spellcasters retreating from the palace, all the while keeping her eyes on the
steps.
"I only have a couple of these," she says. "You'll probably
start regenerating your magicka right away, but I don't think we have much time
..."
The shadows within the palace were still for now, but the heroes had little
illusion that the sloads and the tiger-dragon were watching them, waiting for
their next move while strategizing their own ...
[145]
Gram looks around, saying "With Spellbreaker back, I can counter whatever
the slugmen try to do; as for the tiger though ... well, perhaps it's best to
fight it with magic; their first move WAS to nullify our magic, after all
..."[146]
QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 15 2006, 03:39 PM)
[147] P'Rassha would be able
to run faster than what he was actually doing. He didn't want to abandon the
others to their fate and in addition, his thrill-seeking sense was more than
appealed with the sight of a legendary Ka'Po'Tun dragon.
The Huge Cathay-raht Khajiit was living a paradox. The gigantic beast was
frigthening and life-threatening, but at the same time, deep within him, he
dreamt for such an encounter for his whole lifetime.
"Maybe the beast would talk to a fellow cat-like beastman? Or
maybe...P'Rassha has a stupid idea, but P'Rassha can't think of a better one.
Could you get P'Rassha the size of a dragon? Through illusions, P'Rassha means.
Maybe the dragon would be willing to talk to someone of his size."
[149]
Dayla muttered "I'm the shape-shifter here, not you, and I doubt this
thing has any intention of talking, unless ..." She looks to Goranthir.
"You seem to know something about this thing; any chance we can appease it
with something?"[150]
Summery:
Reeds and Valerius are both in lasthold, having met them all outside of the
palace with an expression of 'what took you so long'. [151]
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow[152]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 06:14 PM)
[153] Dayla muttered "I'm the shape-shifter here, not you, and I doubt this thing has any intention of talking, unless ..." She looks to Goranthir. "You seem to know something about this thing; any chance we can appease it with something?"
[155]
Goranthir nodded, looking only towards the palace, waiting for any movement. He
said. "I asked it if it was being quiet and still because it was tired. It
replied back that I was just in time for it to feed ... And he looked at you
with hunger ..."[156]
[157] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 08:10 PM)
[158] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
Goranthir nodded, looking only towards the palace, waiting for any
movement. He said. "I asked it if it was being quiet and still
because it was tired. It replied back that I was just in time for it to
feed ... And he looked at you with hunger ..."
[160]
"Would it eat Sload?", Nalion asked, hoping beyond hope that there
was a slim chance that this beast wasn't choosy about his meals. The mage was
out of breath and sweating from the run.
The looks he shot towards the palace showed that he was on guard and expected
something to appear from any direction in any moment. [161]
[162] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 08:10 PM)
[163] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
Goranthir nodded, looking only towards the palace, waiting for any
movement. He said. "I asked it if it was being quiet and still
because it was tired. It replied back that I was just in time for it to
feed ... And he looked at you with hunger ..."
[165]
"How ironic," Dayla says dryly. "All the undead things in this
city and I'm the one he picks to eat. I wonder; if you all focused powerful
enough Turn Undead spells on the palace walls, do you think you could bring the
roof down on its head?"[166]
[167] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 15 2006, 09:15 PM)
[168] "Would it eat
Sload?", Nalion asked, hoping beyond hope that there was a slim chance
that this beast wasn't choosy about his meals. The mage was out of breath and sweating
from the run.
The looks he shot towards the palace showed that he was on guard and expected
something to appear from any direction in any moment.
[170]
"I actually don't know Ko'Tun any better than you do," Goranthir
replied, smiling a little. "I just speak their language like I do all
proper languages ... But it definitely wasn't looking to the sload with hunger,
only you ..."
He frowned a little. "Some of you more than others."[171]
[172] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 09:15 PM)
[173] "How ironic," Dayla says dryly. "All the undead things in this city and I'm the one he picks to eat. I wonder; if you all focused powerful enough Turn Undead spells on the palace walls, do you think you could bring the roof down on its head?"
[175]
Reichi raised a eyebrow. That was certainly a unusual idea. He looked at the
palace, wondering if that would actually damage the Ka Po Tun. It was huge,
huge enough that it might be able to dig itself out with minimal damage. Or
maybe not. Worth a try. Probably a fraction more sane than running at it,
stabbing it in the feet and hoping for the best. [176]
[177] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 09:15 PM)
[178] "How ironic," Dayla says dryly. "All the undead things in this city and I'm the one he picks to eat. I wonder; if you all focused powerful enough Turn Undead spells on the palace walls, do you think you could bring the roof down on its head?"
[180]
"It may buy us time. We should try it. Unfortunately my magicka skills are
not effective in that area." Slashes said. He gave the holy longsword a
twirl. [181]
[182] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 08:15 PM)
[183] "How ironic," Dayla says dryly. "All the undead things in this city and I'm the one he picks to eat. I wonder; if you all focused powerful enough Turn Undead spells on the palace walls, do you think you could bring the roof down on its head?"
[185]
"I'm not entirely sure what to do in this situation... but, taking what I
can figure, we could probably go with Dayla's idea. Then, I'd suggest quickly
lighting them on fire to keep the thing distracted." He said, hopeing that
whatever he just said would work. He had little experiance in bringing down a
giant roof of zombies onto a tiger-esque dragon.
"however, I suggest we also try not to feed it the Sload. Even a dragon
would not be desperate enough to eat one of them." he almost grinned after
saying that, but managed to keep a straight face. [186]
[187] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 08:18 PM)
[188] "I actually don't
know Ko'Tun any better than you do," Goranthir replied, smiling a little.
"I just speak their language like I do all proper languages ... But it
definitely wasn't looking to the sload with hunger, only you ..."
He frowned a little. "Some of you more than others."
[190]
P'Rassha grabbed his axe and turned around.
"P'Rassha could buy you some time. Running away will not be enough, but
distracting the large kitty would-be dragon might give friends enough time to
hurt him badly. And P'Rassha is usually the favorite snack of the large
beasts." [191]
[192] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 15 2006, 08:26 PM)
[193] "I'm not entirely
sure what to do in this situation... but, taking what I can figure, we could
probably go with Dayla's idea. Then, I'd suggest quickly lighting them on fire
to keep the thing distracted." He said, hopeing that whatever he just said
would work. He had little experiance in bringing down a giant roof of zombies
onto a tiger-esque dragon.
"however, I suggest we also try not to feed it the Sload. Even a dragon
would not be desperate enough to eat one of them." he almost grinned after
saying that, but managed to keep a straight face.
[195]
"Well then," Dayla says, flexing her fingers, "all of us with
powerful spells or nifty swords that can blast holes in rock ... let's see what
we can do."
Gram mutters into his beard about mages blowing things up, and not leaving
anything for the warriors to do ...[196]
[197] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 08:29 PM)
[198] "Well then,"
Dayla says, flexing her fingers, "all of us with powerful spells or nifty
swords that can blast holes in rock ... let's see what we can do."
Gram mutters into his beard about mages blowing things up, and not leaving
anything for the warriors to do ...
[200]
"Blast that building friends, and if the Ka'Po'Tun wants to get out,
P'Rassha will make sure he stays inside, no matter what!" [201]
[202] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 08:29 PM)
[203] "Well then,"
Dayla says, flexing her fingers, "all of us with powerful spells or nifty
swords that can blast holes in rock ... let's see what we can do."
Gram mutters into his beard about mages blowing things up, and not leaving
anything for the warriors to do ...
[205]
Nalion nodded. "At least we could get rid of the Sload with a bit of
luck..."
The mage lifted both his arms and turned towards the palace. Trickles of flame
appeared from his hands forming into a ball over his palms. The fire continued
to grow, fueled by Nalion's incantations, then he hurled the burning matter
towards what he deemed the weakest spot in the structure. The sounds the
hissing and searing ball made were disquieting... [206]
Slashes-With-Claws,
being weak in destruction magicka, watched the results. the glass tower shield
on his arm, ready to block any flying debris.
OOC: Sorry, but I have to go for the night. Will be back tomorrow. [207]
[208] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 09:29 PM)
[209] "Well then,"
Dayla says, flexing her fingers, "all of us with powerful spells or nifty
swords that can blast holes in rock ... let's see what we can do."
Gram mutters into his beard about mages blowing things up, and not leaving
anything for the warriors to do ...
[211]
Goranthir and Red-Rock-Shadow nodded and let loose their respective talents in
the direction of the palace: for him, a kynarine blast; for her, a powerful Turn
Undead spell.
[212]
Loranna's Dream
After a few moments, Loranna got up, leaving money for her drink in absent
habit, and headed out of the Noble Seamstresses's Spotted Owl, leaving behind
her friends' younger selves and stepping into the cool air of White Haven.
The tavern was on the outskirts of the town, more or less as she remembered;
further out there was a witches' coven, one dedicated to Meridia; she forgot if
that coven had already made their move against her younger self by this point
or not but it didn't matter, so she felt. Still, she should go find her younger
self, try to talk to her ...
Finding Loranna-Azura wasn't too hard; the girl had no idea how to cover her
tracks and the ground was soft outside the town; Loranna followed the delicate
footprints into the forest, wondering briefly why it seemed her younger self
had paused to take off her shoes. It wasn't quite snowing yet, despite the
town's reputation for being a snowy paradise in the winter months ...
With a start, Loranna realized that the tracks led to the cave the witches had
based themselves in, as she found herself facing that selfsame cave.
Loranna-Azura was there, sitting on a outcropping tree root, looking like she'd
been crying; her hair was in disarray and Loranna could see splotches of mud on
her knees, suggesting she had tripped and fallen once or twice.
Loranna frowned; she knew what her younger self must be feeling right now,
having been her before, but to see it now from the outside ...
"You came," Loranna-Azura said quietly, not looking up; Loranna
approached her younger self cautiously, like she would a wounded animal.
"Dear ... I love you; you're me," Loranna explained. " ... But
you really have to stop running away from things that upset you; that doesn't
solve anything and it annoys those you leave behind ..."
"Running's all I know," Loranna-Azura answered, her head drooping.
"I'm trying to be stronger though, for her ... but I'm still learning
..."
Loranna held back a sigh. "Dear, you'll never truly grow until you stand
on your own," she told her younger self. "This trip to Morrowind
you're planning - that's what you'll ultimately learn. And it's going to cost
thousands and thousands of lives, hurt those you love, like Allie ..."
"Allie ..." Loranna-Azura looked up, her eyes tearful. "Why
won't she let me hold her? She knows Azura from long ago; they ..."
"Azura and Allie are not friends," Loranna said, shaking her head.
"That's a lie Azura told you - or just you not understanding what you
hear. You know how to listen to thoughts but you don't know how to understand
what you hear ..."
"Why did you stop loving Azura?" Loranna-Azura demanded suddenly, her
tone growing a bit stronger. "Why? How could I ever turn on her ..."
"You don't," Loranna says flatly. "You try to follow her until
you simply can't, until you finally see she's not what you thought at
all."
" ... No," Loranna-Azura said, shaking her head. "No; that isn't
right; I'm going to help her understand mortals, help her back to Moonshadow
where she's going to become an even greater goddess than before." The
younger girl's face set with determination, bringing another frown to Loranna's
face.
"That's a foolish dream, girl," Loranna replied. "It can't be;
trying's going to upset things you don't even underst-"
"No; shut up," Loranna-Azura said, hopping off the gnarled tree root
and glaring at her older self. "I ... I don't know what happens to me to
make me into you, but I can't let that happen. I won't betray my Lady, I won't
let you hurt her like you're going to."
Loranna opened her mouth to speak, but her skin was crawling again, a sensation
like a thousand icy ants scurrying under her skin, pinching her nerves;
Loranna-Azura ran up to her older self and touched her on the heart before she
could move, and then Loranna felt like she was falling, falling down ...
"No more," Loranna-Azura said, her voice thundering in Loranna's
ears, and Loranna looked up to see her younger self towering over her, and with
a feeling of impotent rage and fear Loranna realized what had happened, knew
what was going to come next ...
"No; please, no ..." Loranna begged, trying to make herself move,
even as she saw her younger self raise her foot ...
"I gave myself to Azura, and that's not a
promise you're supposed to break," Loranna-Azura said, and she
brought her foot down on Loranna. Loranna would have cried out, but her voice
had left her, and the last thing she saw was the glowing blue eyes of her
younger self, Azurite eyes ...
... and then she was crushed, nothing left in her but Azura, nothing around her
but Azura, nothing to her but Azura. [213]
[214] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 08:41 PM)
[215] Goranthir and Red-Rock-Shadow nodded and let loose their respective talents in the direction of the palace: for him, a kynarine blast; for her, a powerful Turn Undead spell.
[217]
Slyvos grinned now, the magical energies flowing into his hands with an intense
warmth. He aimed his arms towards the palace, and let loose with two decently
powered fire spells, to weaken the framework of the corpse-built structure. [218]
[219] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 15 2006, 08:01 PM)
[220] Slyvos grinned now, the magical energies flowing into his hands with an intense warmth. He aimed his arms towards the palace, and let loose with two decently powered fire spells, to weaken the framework of the corpse-built structure.
[222]
Valerius watched as the other mages shot off spells, mostly fire. Valerius
followed both of Slyvos' spells with two of his most powerful frost spells,
hoping the sudden temperature change would work. Of course, his spells might
not be enough, as both of them otgether probably weren't as powerful as one of
his... [223]
mad pie [224]
Cautiously Arynel slipped outside the tavern, following behind the two Loranna's a good distance back hoping not to be seen. The Breton listened intently, watching as the two of the two of them were greeted by a waistcoated banker. [225]
Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
The massive energies directed at the palace punched holes in it, dissolving the
bones and bodies that made up its walls, but they seemed at first mere
pinpricks in its enormous edifice. It did not take long, however, before cracks
ran up the sides, and one huge chunk dropped off and then another.
The weird clacking language of the Sload could be heard within, and one of them
appeared on the steps, holding his hands up, a dark energy burning around him.
He was quickly flattened by the Ka'Po'Tun as the creature burst out of the
gallery, bounding down the stairs, straight for the heroes.
Red-Rock-Shadow pulled back, but continued to blast at the palace which, while
crumbling, was still standing.
Goranthir, however, directed the kynarine blast towards the Akaviri.[226]
[227] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:31 PM)
[228] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
The massive energies directed at the palace punched holes in it, dissolving the
bones and bodies that made up its walls, but they seemed at first mere
pinpricks in its enormous edifice. It did not take long, however, before
cracks ran up the sides, and one huge chunk dropped off and then another.
The weird clacking language of the Sload could be heard within, and one of them
appeared on the steps, holding his hands up, a dark energy burning around him.
He was quickly flattened by the Ka'Po'Tun as the creature burst out of the
gallery, bounding down the stairs, straight for the heroes.
Red-Rock-Shadow pulled back, but continued to blast at the palace which, while
crumbling, was still standing.
Goranthir, however, directed the kynarine blast towards the Akaviri.
[230]
P'Rassha was ready for this opportunity, and as soon as the kynarine blast hit
the Dragon, P'Rassha activated Violetta and leapt in the direction of the
beast, swirling his axe around him. [231]
[232] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:31 PM)
[233] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
The massive energies directed at the palace punched holes in it, dissolving the
bones and bodies that made up its walls, but they seemed at first mere
pinpricks in its enormous edifice. It did not take long, however, before
cracks ran up the sides, and one huge chunk dropped off and then another.
The weird clacking language of the Sload could be heard within, and one of them
appeared on the steps, holding his hands up, a dark energy burning around him.
He was quickly flattened by the Ka'Po'Tun as the creature burst out of the
gallery, bounding down the stairs, straight for the heroes.
Red-Rock-Shadow pulled back, but continued to blast at the palace which, while
crumbling, was still standing.
Goranthir, however, directed the kynarine blast towards the Akaviri.
[235]
Nalion shouted a warning.
"Spread out a bit, so that it won't catch us with a single strike!"
Then, the mage shimmered under a chameleon spell to protect himself and
vanished. A second later, however, a bolt of lightning headed straight towards
the Ka'Po'Tun's head. [236]
[237] QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 15 2006, 09:35 PM)
[238] P'Rassha was ready for this opportunity, and as soon as the kynarine blast hit the Dragon, P'Rassha activated Violetta and leapt in the direction of the beast, swirling his axe around him.
[240]
There really wasn't any way to actually block the charge of something so
massive, so Gram did not try; rather, he used his experience with fighting the
Azurite Senshes-Rahts to direct his next actions.
Suitably large beasts, if you time it just right, could be climbed upon so that
you could reach their vulnerable heads and necks; Gram tenses, leaping to the
side at just the right time, and reaches out to snag the bat tiger, to scramble
to its back ...
Dayla hastily cast a levitation spell on herself and flew upwards, seeking to
find cover. She unleashes a couplemore lightning bolts into the ground near the
monster's feet, trying to herd it away from anything squishable.[241]
[242] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 15 2006, 10:36 PM)
[243] Nalion shouted a
warning.
"Spread out a bit, so that it won't catch us with a single strike!"
Then, the mage shimmered under a chameleon spell to protect himself and
vanished. A second later, however, a bolt of lightning headed straight towards
the Ka'Po'Tun's head.
[245]
The tiger-dragon, being attacked by Nalion's lightning bolt, Goranthir's
kynarine blast, and P'Rassha's axe, suddenly pivoted in position, shrugging
Gram off, heading for the Prince of Firsthold.
Nalion's and Dayla's lightning bolts glanced off of him, and Goranthir swung
his blade at the creature, and it caught it in its jaws.
A silvery mist dripped from its mouth, and when Goranthir pulled back, his
blade was gone.
The creature bit down hard, masticating the sword of the Psijics. [246]
Pie. [247]
[248] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:42 PM)
[249] The tiger-dragon,
being attacked by Nalion's lightning bolt, Goranthir's kynarine blast, and
P'Rassha's axe, suddenly pivoted in position, heading for the Prince of
Firsthold.
Nalion's lightning bolt glanced off of him, and Goranthir swung his blade at
the creature, and it caught it in its jaws.
A silvery mist dripped from its mouth, and when Goranthir pulled back, his
blade was gone.
The creature bit down hard, masticating the sword of the Psijics.
[251]
As soon as the creature turned his back to him, P'Rassha lept on the Akaviri's
hind leg, then hopped on his back and then ran towards the neck with
extraordinary agility. Right now, the big khajiit wasn't even trying to strike
the Ka'Po'Tun, just making sure the dragon wouldn't made him fly back to the
ground with a sudden movement. [252]
[253] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:42 PM)
[254] The tiger-dragon,
being attacked by Nalion's lightning bolt, Goranthir's kynarine blast, and
P'Rassha's axe, suddenly pivoted in position, shrugging Gram off, heading for
the Prince of Firsthold.
Nalion's and Dayla's lightning bolts glanced off of him, and Goranthir swung
his blade at the creature, and it caught it in its jaws.
A silvery mist dripped from its mouth, and when Goranthir pulled back, his
blade was gone.
The creature bit down hard, masticating the sword of the Psijics.
[256]
Isidor's eyes went wide when he saw the blade get eaten by the giant cat
dragon. Holding the Holy Claymore in his hands, he charged at the beast.
Ingmar on the other hand, jumped at the beast with his sword, trying to
distract it from it's target, Goranthir, who was without a weapon.
Tsei cast buffering spells on the group, and then an absorb health spell at the
dragon. [257]
Loranna's Dream[258]
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 10:25 PM)
[259] Cautiously Arynel slipped outside the tavern, following behind the two Loranna's a good distance back hoping not to be seen. The Breton listened intently, watching as the two of the two of them were greeted by a waistcoated banker.
[261]
Both Arynel and Loranna were suddenly lost in the darkness of nothingness.[262]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 10:00 PM)
[263] ... and then she was crushed, nothing left in her but Azura, nothing around her but Azura, nothing to her but Azura.
[265]
Then they heard a door open, and then footsteps.
As the footsteps came closer, she heard another noise. A slight sipping.
"I can't even have one drink, can I?" the Mad God's voice tutted,
with both of them in the dark. "Ah, Loranna, how little you've
changed." [266]
Reeds and Valerius both charge the creature, Reeds stabbing both his swords into the creatures leg and using them as handholds, Valerius trying to avoid the stomping feet and still get in a few blows with the holy katana. [267]
Reichi charged at the Ka Po' Tun from behind, relying on his speed and the other's attacks to move in unnoticed. Reichi got in range and swung the holy shortsword for the back of the Ka 'Po Tun's legs, trying to hamstring it. [268]
[269] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:51 PM)
[270] Loranna's Dream
Both Arynel and Loranna were suddenly lost in the darkness of nothingness.
Then they heard a door open, and then footsteps.
As the footsteps came closer, she heard another noise. A slight sipping.
"I can't even have one drink, can I?" the Mad God's voice tutted,
with both of them in the dark. "Ah, Loranna, how little you've
changed."
[272]
The older Loranna had been seemingly embracing the younger one, shaking
violently but holding her just the same, as though to offer comfort - or,
perhaps, clinging to her like a rock in a storm.
Then, there was darkness, and Loranna gradually got to her feet, her shaking subsiding
- though she still seemed to be gasping for breath.
She opened her mouth to say something to Sheogorath, then noticed Arynel
standing with them and blinked in surprise. " ... Arynel? How'd you get
here ..."
She looked to Sheogorath, her eyes asking where here was this time.[273]
Lasthold
Nalion, still under the cover of his chameleon backed away from the Ka'Po'Tun
to get a better shot. Seeing that his damaging spells had no effect at all, he
tried to weaken the Akavirian beast, casting a burden spell at the creature,
hoping that it would slow down the creature at least a bit so that his friends
could fight it better.
The mage took another step back and hit something solid. The mage jumped in
surprise and turned, seeing the statue of Vanus Galerion. A hand that was
probing blindly to grab the almost invisible mage drew his attention, then his
gaze fell on a face... [274]
[275] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 08:55 PM)
[276] The older Loranna had
been seemingly embracing the younger one, shaking violently but holding her
just the same, as though to offer comfort - or, perhaps, clinging to her like a
rock in a storm.
Then, there was darkness, and Loranna gradually got to her feet, her shaking
subsiding - though she still seemed to be gasping for breath.
She opened her mouth to say something to Sheogorath, then noticed Arynel
standing with them and blinked in surprise. " ... Arynel?
How'd you get here ..."
She looked to Sheogorath, her eyes asking where here was this time.
[278]
Arynel glanced at Loranna but did not voice an answer. The Breton returned his
gaze to Sheogorath.
"It's time for tea," he whispered through trembling lips. [279]
[280] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 15 2006, 10:51 PM)
[281] Reeds and Valerius both charge the creature, Reeds stabbing both his swords into the creatures leg and using them as handholds, Valerius trying to avoid the stomping feet and still get in a few blows with the holy katana.
QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 15 2006, 10:46 PM)
[285] As soon as the creature turned his back to him, P'Rassha lept on the Akaviri's hind leg, then hopped on his back and then ran towards the neck with extraordinary agility. Right now, the big khajiit wasn't even trying to strike the Ka'Po'Tun, just making sure the dragon wouldn't made him fly back to the ground with a sudden movement.
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 15 2006, 10:49 PM)
[289] Isidor's eyes went
wide when he saw the blade get eaten by the giant cat dragon. Holding the Holy
Claymore in his hands, he charged at the beast.
Ingmar on the other hand, jumped at the beast with his sword, trying to
distract it from it's target, Goranthir, who was without a weapon.
Tsei cast buffering spells on the group, and then an absorb health spell at the
dragon.
[291]
The Ka Po'Tun swatted Goranthir aside, and snapped at the nine foot Khajiit on
its back, particularly, it seemed, aiming for the axe.
It also turned around, distracted by Reeds's blades, more of the silver mist
dripping from its jaws.
When Ingmar swung his sword at it, however, it elegantly gripped it with its
teeth, ripping it from Ingmar's hands, and down the creature's gullet.[292]
[293] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 15 2006, 09:56 PM)
[294] Lasthold
Nalion, still under the cover of his chameleon backed away from the Ka'Po'Tun
to get a better shot. Seeing that his damaging spells had no effect at all, he
tried to weaken the Akavirian beast, casting a burden spell at the creature,
hoping that it would slow down the creature at least a bit so that his friends
could fight it better.
The mage took another step back and hit something solid. The mage jumped in
surprise and turned, seeing the statue of Vanus Galerion. A hand that was
probing blindly to grab the almost invisible mage drew his attention, then his
gaze fell on a face...
[296]
Slyvos growled, as he found out that, unfortunately, hurling fireballs, or any
other damaging spells would not affect this beast. He switched reluctantly to casting
Curses at the creature, attempting to weaken it's resistance to anything he
could for both himself and the others to exploit. [297]
[298] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:58 PM)
[299] The Ka Po'Tun swatted
Goranthir aside, and snapped at the nine foot Khajiit on its back,
particularly, it seemed, aiming for the axe.
It also turned around, distracted by Reeds's blades, more of the silver mist
dripping from its jaws.
When Ingmar swung his sword at it, however, it elegantly gripped it with its
teeth, ripping it from Ingmar's hands, and down the creature's gullet.
[301]
Ingmar was now in a somewhat sticky situation, staring at a giant tiger dragon
with no weapon. Doing what he thought was best, the Nord began to run away from
the cat, hoping it wouldn't eat him too.
Isidor, seeing that his sword was still intact, jumped at the beast with the
holy sword, and tried his best to hit it, somewhere.
Tsei continued to cast buffering and healing spells on the group, while keeping
out of the way. [302]
[303] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:58 PM)
[304] The Ka Po'Tun swatted
Goranthir aside, and snapped at the nine foot Khajiit on its back,
particularly, it seemed, aiming for the axe.
It also turned around, distracted by Reeds's blades, more of the silver mist
dripping from its jaws.
When Ingmar swung his sword at it, however, it elegantly gripped it with its
teeth, ripping it from Ingmar's hands, and down the creature's gullet.
[306]
Gram, still on the creature's lower back, steadies himself and begins hacking
into a rear 'shoulder', figuring to cripple the beast if he can. "Hang on
P'Rassha! A barrle of mead owed to whichever of us falls off first!"
Dayla shakes her head, believing P'Rassha and Gram to both be insane, but from
her reasonably safe perch, she casts fortifying spells for both of them, plus
for whoever is close to the Ka Po'Tun. "Damnit, if my mater were only here
she'd suck this thing dry ..."[307]
[308] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 08:58 PM)
[309] It also turned around, distracted by Reeds's blades, more of the silver mist dripping from its jaws.
[311]
Reeds began to stab his way across to the back of the creature's leg, where he
hoped he would be out of the line of fire.
Valerius jumps onto the creature's enormous foot, sinking his sword in the
beast up to the hilt. [312]
Loranna's Dream[313]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 10:55 PM)
[314] She opened her mouth
to say something to Sheogorath, then noticed Arynel standing with them and
blinked in surprise. " ... Arynel? How'd you get here
..."
She looked to Sheogorath, her eyes asking where here was this time.
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 10:57 PM)
[318] Arynel glanced at Loranna
but did not voice an answer. The Breton returned his gaze to Sheogorath.
"It's time for tea," he whispered through trembling lips.
[320]
"Well, people seem to have a habit of following you, even when there is no
reason to it," Sheogorath's voice chuckles. "Hope you're enjoying it,
young Breton. You will call this place your second home soon enough ..."
A gray light rose around them, and Arynel and Loranna found themselves floating
in the Void with the Dam Dog.
[321]
[322] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:58 PM)
[323] The Ka Po'Tun swatted
Goranthir aside, and snapped at the nine foot Khajiit on its back,
particularly, it seemed, aiming for the axe.
It also turned around, distracted by Reeds's blades, more of the silver mist
dripping from its jaws.
When Ingmar swung his sword at it, however, it elegantly gripped it with its
teeth, ripping it from Ingmar's hands, and down the creature's gullet.
[325]
P'Rassha dodged the assault with difficulty, but threw his axe out of the
dragon's way as a desperate attempt to save it from the creature's hunger.
Seeing how difficult his situation was, he attempted to climb up the Akaviri's
neck while he was absorbed by the chewing of Ingmar's sword, trying to reach
the dragon's head. Fortunatly, with no weapon in his hands, it was actually
easier to climb since he could use his four paws and his tail.
While climbing, P'Rassha heard Gram who managed to reach the creature's
shoulder.
"Watch out friend Gram, this beast is nimble like a Daji-raht, yet
fierceful as a Senche. Prove to P'Rassha your good at fighting cats...And
P'Rassha hold your bet." [326]
[327] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:05 PM)
[328] Loranna's Dream
"Well, people seem to have a habit of following you, even when there is no
reason to it," Sheogorath's voice chuckles. "Hope you're enjoying it,
young Breton. You will call this place your second home soon enough
..."
A gray light rose around them, and Arynel and Loranna found themselves floating
in the Void with the Dam Dog.
[330]
It was cold, very cold. And completely empty, save for the three of them. The
Breton was trembling from both cold and terror.
"I'm not afraid of you," Arynel said as if to reassure himself. [331]
Reichi blinked, and eyes wide with sudden realization. The blasted beast eats weapons! he thought. Reichi pulled back and thrust the holy sword into the Tiger-Dragon's leg as hard as he could. Damned if the beast was going to get his stuff. Reichi gripped the embedded blade tightly and tore into the cat-dragon's leg with all the ferocity a canine attacking a feline can muster. [332]
[333] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 10:05 PM)
[334] Loranna's Dream
"Well, people seem to have a habit of following you, even when there is no
reason to it," Sheogorath's voice chuckles. "Hope you're enjoying it,
young Breton. You will call this place your second home soon enough
..."
A gray light rose around them, and Arynel and Loranna found themselves floating
in the Void with the Dam Dog.
[336]
"Oh; right," Loranna muttered, "however did I forget that
..."
The sight of the Void made Loranna visibly uneasy; she didn't know this cold,
dark place the way Allie and the others did, but she remembered how Tris
desribed it to her once, back in Gnisis, and the thoughts that wouldn't come
forth but which she could get just a hint of from his mind ...
She shivered, knowing that the Void was cold, trying to recall what pitifully
little she knew of this realm, then realizing that if Sheogorath had brought
them here, anything she knew would be useless anyway ...
" ... How do you people deal with this place?" she asked, her
question semi directed to Arynel.[337]
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 10:08 PM)
[338] It was cold, very
cold. And completely empty, save for the three of them. The Breton
was trembling from both cold and terror.
"I'm not afraid of you," Arynel said as if to reassure himself.
[340]
Loranna blinks, and cursed herself for a fool. This wasn't the Arynel who had
dealt with the doG before ...
"It'll be all right," she said, trying to assure the young Breton -
who shouldn't be anything more than a figment of her dream, shouldn't he?
Loranna's head began to hurt as she pondered what was going on, though it at
least gave her an excuse not to dwell on what had just happened to her.
[341]
[342] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 09:12 PM)
[343] "Oh; right,"
Loranna muttered, "however did I forget that ..."
The sight of the Void made Loranna visibly uneasy; she didn't know this cold,
dark place the way Allie and the others did, but she remembered how Tris
desribed it to her once, back in Gnisis, and the thoughts that wouldn't come
forth but which she could get just a hint of from his mind ...
She shivered, knowing that the Void was cold, trying to recall what pitifully
little she knew of this realm, then realizing that if Sheogorath had brought
them here, anything she knew would be useless anyway ...
" ... How do you people deal with this place?" she asked, her
question semi directed to Arynel.
[345]
"This place?" Arynel asked, a confused expression on his face,
"I've never been anywhere like this."
The Breton kept a weary eye on Sheogorath.[346]
QUOTE
[347] Loranna blinks, and
cursed herself for a fool. This wasn't the Arynel who had dealt with the doG
before ...
"It'll be all right," she said, trying to assure the young Breton -
who shouldn't be anything more than a figment of her dream, shouldn't he?
Loranna's head began to hurt as she pondered what was going on, though it at
least gave her an excuse not to dwell on what had just happened to her.[348]
[349]
Arynel acknowledged Loranna's reassurance with a slight nod of the head, but
the Breton seemed unassured. Even so his teeth were set with firm
determination, if not also to keep them from chattering due the shivers.[350]
[351] QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 15 2006, 11:05 PM)
[352] P'Rassha dodged the
assault with difficulty, but threw his axe out of the dragon's way as a
desperate attempt to save it from the creature's hunger. Seeing how difficult
his situation was, he attempted to climb up the Akaviri's neck while he was
absorbed by the chewing of Ingmar's sword, trying to reach the dragon's head.
Fortunatly, with no weapon in his hands, it was actually easier to climb since
he could use his four paws and his tail.
While climbing, P'Rassha heard Gram who managed to reach the creature's
shoulder.
"Watch out friend Gram, this beast is nimble like a Daji-raht, yet fierceful
as a Senche. Prove to P'Rassha your good at fighting cats...And P'Rassha hold
your bet."
[354]
The tiger-dragon bounded after the thrown axe, like a dog after a bone.
Dé Ka Po' Tun Me'Thitsar-je!
“He says he still hungers!” Goranthir called out, realizing what P’Rassha and
Reichi at least had understood. “Use your weapons to lead him! That’s what he
wants, not us!”[355]
QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 15 2006, 11:04 PM)
[356] Reeds began to stab
his way across to the back of the creature's leg, where he hoped he would be
out of the line of fire.
Valerius jumps onto the creature's enormous foot, sinking his sword in the
beast up to the hilt.
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 15 2006, 11:02 PM)
[360] Ingmar was now in a
somewhat sticky situation, staring at a giant tiger dragon with no weapon.
Doing what he thought was best, the Nord began to run away from the cat, hoping
it wouldn't eat him too.
Isidor, seeing that his sword was still intact, jumped at the beast with the
holy sword, and tried his best to hit it, somewhere.
Tsei continued to cast buffering and healing spells on the group, while keeping
out of the way.
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 15 2006, 11:00 PM)
[364] Slyvos growled, as he found out that, unfortunately, hurling fireballs, or any other damaging spells would not affect this beast. He switched reluctantly to casting Curses at the creature, attempting to weaken it's resistance to anything he could for both himself and the others to exploit.
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 11:02 PM)
[368] Gram, still on the
creature's lower back, steadies himself and begins hacking into a rear
'shoulder', figuring to cripple the beast if he can. "Hang on
P'Rassha! A barrle of mead owed to whichever of us falls off first!"
Dayla shakes her head, believing P'Rassha and Gram to both be insane, but from
her reasonably safe perch, she casts fortifying spells for both of them, plus
for whoever is close to the Ka Po'Tun. "Damnit, if my mater were
only here she'd suck this thing dry ..."
QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 15 2006, 11:09 PM)
[372] Reichi blinked, and eyes wide with sudden realization. The blasted beast eats weapons! he thought. Reichi pulled back and thrust the holy sword into the Tiger-Dragon's leg as hard as he could. Damned if the beast was going to get his stuff. Reichi gripped the embedded blade tightly and tore into the cat-dragon's leg with all the ferocity a canine attacking a feline can muster.
[374]
The creature swatted Reeds and Valerius, Isidor and Reichi aside as it ran for
the axe. What effects, if any the spells had, were hard to say …[375]
[376] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:25 PM)
[377] “He says he still hungers!” Goranthir called out, realizing what P’Rassha and Reichi at least had understood. “Use your weapons to lead him! That’s what he wants, not us!”
[379]
"Lead to WHAT exactly?" Valerius asks as he picks himself up. Reeds
had landed on his feet, but was missing one of his swords, still embedded in
the creature. [380]
Dayla suddenly gets an
idea ...
Using telekenesis, she make sure the axe stays just ahead of the hungry
bat-tiger, calling down "Someone toss a few more for him!"
Now, where would be a good place to herd a 100 foot tall bat tiger to, Dayla
wonders ...
Gram, meanwhile, holds on for dear life. "Ugh ... I'd throw my axe except
I'm using it to avoid falling off right now ..."[381]
Loranna's Dream[382]
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 11:15 PM)
[383] "This
place?" Arynel asked, a confused expression on his face, "I've
never been anywhere like this."
The Breton kept a weary eye on Sheogorath.
Arynel acknowledged Loranna's reassurance with a slight nod of the head, but
the Breton seemed unassured. Even so his teeth were set with firm
determination, if not also to keep them from chattering due the shivers.
[385]
"Now, there's a young lady who will take quite a fancy to you in
the future," Sheogorath laughed, pointing off into the distance.
Loranna and Arynel turned, and noted a tiny figure seemingly miles away. In a
blink, she was right in front of them, pale skin, blood-red eyes, and lank
black hair which floated around her as if she were drowning in the Void. Her
eyes spoke of innocence and hunger.
"Hello," Bosriel smiled, particularly taking note of Arynel.
"Hello," Sheogorath said. "Where are you going to?"
"Argonia?" the little girl replied as if it that too were a question.
"They're on a quest to set me free."
"Then let us waste no time," said the Mad God, taking both Arynel and
Loranna in his hands, racing after the Void Vampire as she glided through the
Void.[386]
Lasthold[387]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 15 2006, 09:56 PM)
[388] Nalion, still under
the cover of his chameleon backed away from the Ka'Po'Tun to get a better shot.
Seeing that his damaging spells had no effect at all, he tried to weaken the
Akavirian beast, casting a burden spell at the creature, hoping that it would
slow down the creature at least a bit so that his friends could fight it
better.
The mage took another step back and hit something solid. The mage jumped in
surprise and turned, seeing the statue of Vanus Galerion. A hand that was
probing blindly to grab the almost invisible mage drew his attention, then his
gaze fell on a face...
[390]
"This face...", Nalion muttered... unable to take his eyes from it
for a moment. He had seen it before. So smooth, young. A boy. No expressions on
his face, no pain, not twisted. Like a doll.
He'd seen it before. In the wall when they had freed Gram. The same face.
Another picture flashed through his mind. The house in which the woman dragged
Gram, just after they entered the city. it had been there, too. There was one
more time, somewhere on the street, perhaps...
Nalion had ignored it, until now...
Then, his mind flipped back to the situation at hand. He heard Goranthir's
shouts about the weapon...
"Wasn't there a pile of weapons somewhere? Who took some loot with
him?", he shouted. [391]
[392] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 15 2006, 09:32 PM)
[393] Then, his mind flipped
back to the situation at hand. He heard Goranthir's shouts about the weapon...
"Wasn't there a pile of weapons somewhere? Who took some loot with
him?", he shouted.
[395]
"Over there!" Valerius shouted, pointing to a small pile of weapons.
"Get him to the arena!" Added Reeds, "Probably alot more metal
there." [396]
P'Rassha, wondering if
the dragon was really an enemy, firmly held the creature's neck, but avoided to
use his claws. He shouted to the ones below.
"Stop hurting the Akaviri. It doesn't seem to eat flesh, but metal.
P'Rassha will try to appease it when its hunger will be satisfied." [397]
[398] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 15 2006, 11:35 PM)
[399] "Over
there!" Valerius shouted, pointing to a small pile of weapons.
"Get him to the arena!" Added Reeds, "Probably alot more metal
there."
[401]
"There's no metal anywhere in Lasthold!" Goranthir yelled back.
"Only bone! That's why he hungers!"
[402]
[403] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 09:32 PM)
[404] Loranna's Dream
"Now, there's a young lady who will take quite a fancy to you in
the future," Sheogorath laughed, pointing off into the distance.
Loranna and Arynel turned, and noted a tiny figure seemingly miles away.
In a blink, she was right in front of them, pale skin, blood-red eyes, and lank
black hair which floated around her as if she were drowning in the Void.
Her eyes spoke of innocence and hunger.
"Hello," Bosriel smiled, particularly taking note of Arynel.
"Hello," Sheogorath said. "Where are you going to?"
"Argonia?" the little girl replied as if it that too were a question.
"They're on a quest to set me free."
"Then let us waste no time," said the Mad God, taking both Arynel and
Loranna in his hands, racing after the Void Vampire as she glided through the
Void.
[406]
Arynel’s breath had left his chest when he saw that Bosriel had looked intently
at him. She was so cold, like the Void itself. Now, being carried through the
darkness by Sheogorath, the Breton was fighting desperatly to regain his
bearings.
But there was only emptiness.
[407]
[408] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 10:32 PM)
[409] Loranna's Dream
"Now, there's a young lady who will take quite a fancy to you in
the future," Sheogorath laughed, pointing off into the distance.
Loranna and Arynel turned, and noted a tiny figure seemingly miles away.
In a blink, she was right in front of them, pale skin, blood-red eyes, and lank
black hair which floated around her as if she were drowning in the Void.
Her eyes spoke of innocence and hunger.
"Hello," Bosriel smiled, particularly taking note of Arynel.
"Hello," Sheogorath said. "Where are you going to?"
"Argonia?" the little girl replied as if it that too were a question.
"They're on a quest to set me free."
"Then let us waste no time," said the Mad God, taking both Arynel and
Loranna in his hands, racing after the Void Vampire as she glided through the
Void.
[411]
"The Vaults," Loranna said, comprehension dawning. "The Vaults
of Gemin."
She'd never seen Bosriel prior to the girl's re-emergance in the physical
world, but she remembered enough to recognize her now; she looked over at
Arynel, feeling worry for the younger self of her friend. He deserved to know
the truth, now, but would he believe it ...
"I went on a quest in the Vaults of Gemin," she explained. "I'm
being taken on a journey back through the various points in my life. That was
my younger self I was speaking to back at the tavern, back in the days when
Azura still had a hold on me. Now ..."
"Now we're going to my first adventure as my own woman," she said,
shivering. A look of disgust came to her face. "Those blasted primates
..."[412]
[413] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 11:38 PM)
[414] "There's no metal anywhere in Lasthold!" Goranthir yelled back. "Only bone! That's why he hungers!"
[416]
Shaka shouted over to Goranthir: "Then would the skeleton armies marching
out of Scourg Barrow have metal weapons, or bone? We could try telling the
dragon to go after them in that case."[417]
[418] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 09:41 PM)
[419] "The
Vaults," Loranna said, comprehension dawning. "The Vaults of
Gemin."
She'd never seen Bosriel prior to the girl's re-emergance in the physical
world, but she remembered enough to recognize her now; she looked over at
Arynel, feeling worry for the younger self of her friend. He deserved to
know the truth, now, but would he believe it ...
"I went on a quest in the Vaults of Gemin," she explained.
"I'm being taken on a journey back through the various points in my
life. That was my younger self I was speaking to back at the tavern, back
in the days when Azura still had a hold on me. Now ..."
"Now we're going to my first adventure as my own woman," she said,
shivering. A look of disgust came to her face. "Those blasted
primates ..."
[421]
Arynel looked at Loranna but voiced no response. Whether the Breton understood
or not was undecipherable, but his real focus seemed to be on Sheogorath, and
on Bosriel floating ahead of them. [422]
[423] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 15 2006, 10:43 PM)
[424] Shaka shouted over to Goranthir: "Then would the skeleton armies marching out of Scourg Barrow have metal weapons, or bone? We could try telling the dragon to go after them in that case."
[426]
Dayla blinks. "That's a good idea." she says. "Let the bat tiger
do some of your work for you ..."
She signals to Goranthir. "Tell him! If need be, we'll help him reach the
surface!"[427]
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow[428]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 15 2006, 11:43 PM)
[429] Shaka shouted over to Goranthir: "Then would the skeleton armies marching out of Scourg Barrow have metal weapons, or bone? We could try telling the dragon to go after them in that case."
[431]
"Metal!" Goranthir yelled back. He yelled to the beast chasing after
the axe and other equipment Dayla held aloft in front of him. "Ka Pang fei
fen Po' Tun! Myon mi an!"
To Dayla, he shouted. "Lead him towards the Arena! That's the way to the
army!"
[432]
[433] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 11:52 PM)
[434] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"Metal!" Goranthir yelled back. He yelled to the beast chasing after
the axe and other equipment Dayla held aloft in front of him. "Ka Pang fei
fen Po' Tun! Myon mi an!"
To Dayla, he shouted. "Lead him towards the Arena! That's the way to
the army!"
[436]
Shaka continued running with the others. "It was Reeds' idea," he
explained. "I don't want to take credit for it."
Inwardly, Shaka couldn't believe they had survived this long with the dragon.
He should have been able to step on them like mice, or insects. Insane to be
fighting a one-hundred-foot dragon.
But the others were willing to try. It brought home to Shaka that he wasn't
powerful enough for the adventurer's life as anything more than an amateur. If
we survive this and return to Ald Raathim someday, he thought, I have a
lot of training and learning of spells to try. [437]
[438] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 10:52 PM)
[439] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"Metal!" Goranthir yelled back. He yelled to the beast chasing
after the axe and other equipment Dayla held aloft in front of him. "Ka
Pang fei fen Po' Tun! Myon mi an!"
To Dayla, he shouted. "Lead him towards the Arena! That's the way to
the army!"
[441]
Dayla didn't need to be told twice; with a wave of her hands she directed all
the metal at her command Arena-ward.
Gram looks to P'Rassha. "I think this is where we get off; call it a
tie?"[442]
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow[443]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 09:08 PM)
[444] Dayla didn't need to
be told twice; with a wave of her hands she directed all the metal at her
command Arena-ward.
Gram looks to P'Rassha. "I think this is where we get off; call it a
tie?"
[446]
Dayla, levitating behind the tiger-dragon as it bounded after the metal, was
able to witness the creature crashing into the Arena in the midst of a battle
between six horrific malformed zombies, and a crowd of hundreds that watched.
The tunnel leading to the outside where the armies were marching was on the
other side of the arena -- even now, soldiers were streaming into it.
The tiger-dragon first leapt at the combatants and their weapons, and the arena
erupted into chaos.[447]
[448] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 16 2006, 12:12 PM)
[449] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
Dayla, levitating behind the tiger-dragon as it bounded after the metal, was
able to witness the creature crashing into the Arena in the midst of a battle
between six horrific malformed zombies, and a crowd of hundreds that
watched. The tunnel leading to the outside where the armies were marching
was on the other side of the arena -- even now, soldiers were streaming into
it.
The tiger-dragon first leapt at the combatants and their weapons, and the arena
erupted into chaos.
[451]
Gram, making sure that P'Rassha was also leaping to safety, takes this moment
to end his wild ride on the back of a tiger-dragon, using Frostkiss to hook
into the unliving wall of the Arena. Though the fresher bones try to rend his
flesh, a few whacks with Spellbreaker pacify the moaning undead, and he slides
down the wall, his cloak bollowing.
Dayla clenches her teeth, the blood hunger starting to grow in her from all the
exertion; she reaches onto her belt and pulls out a blood-red berry, which she
pops into her mouth, licking her lips and telling herself "Just find the
stone and we can all get out of here; after this I'm gonna stuff myself till I
can't hold another drop of blood ..."
Still, she had to admit to herself, the sight of the Akarvini beast charging
into the mass of undead sodliers was impessive ...[452]
[453] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 16 2006, 09:12 AM)
[454] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
Dayla, levitating behind the tiger-dragon as it bounded after the metal, was
able to witness the creature crashing into the Arena in the midst of a battle
between six horrific malformed zombies, and a crowd of hundreds that
watched. The tunnel leading to the outside where the armies were marching
was on the other side of the arena -- even now, soldiers were streaming into
it.
The tiger-dragon first leapt at the combatants and their weapons, and the arena
erupted into chaos.
[456]
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow
Ora lets out a slight laugh at the sight, if these had been "live"
spectators hilarity surely would've ensued...instinctively she had put her
Sword away upon hearing the "...he eats metal" shout, dodging as the
Telefied axe flew past on a course towards the Arena..."Clever idea
is all she could think
Osa meanwhile had been doing her best to avoid being stomped into mush, staying
as close to the creatures hind legs she could...that was until it bound for the
Arena at a great pace, thankful she now catches what breath she can [457]
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow[458]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:21 AM)
[459] Dayla clenches her teeth, the blood hunger starting to grow in her from all the exertion; she reaches onto her belt and pulls out a blood-red berry, which she pops into her mouth, licking her lips and telling herself "Just find the stone and we can all get out of here; after this I'm gonna stuff myself till I can't hold another drop of blood ..."
[461]
"How many more creatures like that does Mannimarco have in Lasthold?"
Red-Rock-Shadow asked.
"Plenty more," Goranthir said. "I agree with Dayla. We shouldn't
lose sight of our goal. Find the last Blightstone, destroy it, get out of here
fast. The longer we stay, the more attention we attract, and the likelier that
something will show up that can kill us."
[462]
[463] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 16 2006, 09:49 AM)
[464] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"How many more creatures like that does Mannimarco have in Lasthold?"
Red-Rock-Shadow asked.
"Plenty more," Goranthir said. "I agree with Dayla. We
shouldn't lose sight of our goal. Find the last Blightstone, destroy it,
get out of here fast. The longer we stay, the more attention we attract,
and the likelier that something will show up that can kill us."
[466]
Both sisters exchange a quick glance, nodding in agreeance. "Can anyone
feel the Stone?" Osa finally asks "I'd rather not stumble around
blindly, at least not with those 3 women still on the loose" she ends[467]
[468] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 15 2006, 10:32 PM)
[469] Loranna's Dream
"Now, there's a young lady who will take quite a fancy to you in
the future," Sheogorath laughed, pointing off into the distance.
Loranna and Arynel turned, and noted a tiny figure seemingly miles away.
In a blink, she was right in front of them, pale skin, blood-red eyes, and lank
black hair which floated around her as if she were drowning in the Void.
Her eyes spoke of innocence and hunger.
"Hello," Bosriel smiled, particularly taking note of Arynel.
"Hello," Sheogorath said. "Where are you going to?"
"Argonia?" the little girl replied as if it that too were a question.
"They're on a quest to set me free."
"Then let us waste no time," said the Mad God, taking both Arynel and
Loranna in his hands, racing after the Void Vampire as she glided through the
Void.
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 15 2006, 10:46 PM)
[473] Arynel looked at Loranna but voiced no response. Whether the Breton understood or not was undecipherable, but his real focus seemed to be on Sheogorath, and on Bosriel floating ahead of them.
[475]
It was impossible for Loranna to keep track of the passage of time in the Void,
nd equally impossible to get any sense for their progress. The Void did not
have landmarks or roads that she could see, or any sort of beacon; it was just
a flat, featureless grey nothing, populated solely by herself, Arynel, the
Prince of Madness dragging them merrily along, and the hauntingly
beautiful-yet-monstrous child floating before them.
Then, before she realized it, there was a difference; she could see something
ahead and below them. It was small and unrecognizable at first but as they flew
closer Loranna could start making out a familiar-looking dark-watered swamp,
filled with sweeping expanses of foilage, and in the middle of it all, a small
island in the the swamp, a raised mount of brown and green, with a sloping
incline leading to a pitted door.
"There it is ..." Loranna whipsered, as they drew even closer. As
they did, she could see figures standing outside the mound - soldiers clad in
the red armor of the Royal Guard of Morrowind, standing or stooping over the
slain bodies of giant, crocidialian Argonians. One Guardsman in particular
looked particularly bad off, his armor bearing deep gashes that ran red with
blood. His hair spilled over his face, but Loranna could make out the ashen
skin and the point of merrish ears under it ...
" ... Goran?" she asked, blinking in surprise.[476]
[477] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 15 2006, 11:08 PM)
[478] Dayla didn't need to
be told twice; with a wave of her hands she directed all the metal at her
command Arena-ward.
Gram looks to P'Rassha. "I think this is where we get off; call it a
tie?"
[480]
P'Rassha agreed and jumped down.
"A tie this is. P'Rassha is even surprised you held for that long. This is
trully impressive."
P'Rassha stared at the sight of the Ka'Po'Tun dragon rampaging through the
undead legion with awe.
"P'Rassha guess P'Rassha needs a new axe when we get back." [481]
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow[482]
QUOTE(One87xe @ Mar 16 2006, 01:55 PM)
[483] Both sisters exchange a quick glance, nodding in agreeance. "Can anyone feel the Stone?" Osa finally asks "I'd rather not stumble around blindly, at least not with those 3 women still on the loose" she ends
[485]
Those with mystical sensitivies would note that the strongest impression was
coming from the half-finished statue of Vanus Galerion, though it wasn't as
strong as it had been when the Blightstones were close ...
Nalion also noted that the face he had seen in the statue was gone.
[486]
[487] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 05:54 PM)
[488] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
Those with mystical sensitivies would note that the strongest impression was
coming from the half-finished statue of Vanus Galerion, though it wasn't as
strong as it had been when the Blightstones were close ...
Nalion also noted that the face he had seen in the statue was gone.
[490]
Dayla's eyes are drawn to the statue. "My guess is, it's in this thing.
Well, a statue's considerably easier to tear down than a palace, even without a
hundred foot tall dragon tiger to help ..."[491]
[492] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 05:54 PM)
[493] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
Those with mystical sensitivies would note that the strongest impression was
coming from the half-finished statue of Vanus Galerion, though it wasn't as
strong as it had been when the Blightstones were close ...
Nalion also noted that the face he had seen in the statue was gone.
[495]
Nalion was drawn back to the statue, now that the immediate danger was gone.
"There's something strange about that statue...", Nalion said,
ignoring the fact that the statue in itself already was strange.
"There was a face in the statue just a moment before.", Nalion
explained as he pointed towards the place where he had seen it. "A boy's
face, smooth, without an expression... And I've seen it before, in other
places, just as if it had been watching... us."
Nalion carefully walked closer to the statue, investigating it. "Perhaps
the Blightstone is in there?" [496]
Lasthold, Scourg Barrow[497]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 07:09 PM)
[498] Dayla's eyes are drawn to the statue. "My guess is, it's in this thing. Well, a statue's considerably easier to tear down than a palace, even without a hundred foot tall dragon tiger to help ..."
[500]
As Dayla was surveying the statue, she noticed something, and thought at first
her eyes were playing tricks on her. Among the faces of the corpses that made
it up was a familiar one. A beautiful Chimer woman with her eyes closed, and at
peace.
Ashana.
[501]
[502] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 07:31 PM)
[503] Nalion was drawn back
to the statue, now that the immediate danger was gone.
"There's something strange about that statue...", Nalion said,
ignoring the fact that the statue in itself already was strange.
"There was a face in the statue just a moment before.", Nalion
explained as he pointed towards the place where he had seen it. "A boy's
face, smooth, without an expression... And I've seen it before, in other places,
just as if it had been watching... us."
Nalion carefully walked closer to the statue, investigating it. "Perhaps
the Blightstone is in there?"
[505]
Shaka summoned a Storm Atronach. "Let's start tearing it down, but
everyone be careful. It will be like bringing down a huge tree, or a building;
easy to get crushed."
[506]
[507] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 07:31 PM)
[508] Nalion was drawn back
to the statue, now that the immediate danger was gone.
"There's something strange about that statue...", Nalion said,
ignoring the fact that the statue in itself already was strange.
"There was a face in the statue just a moment before.", Nalion
explained as he pointed towards the place where he had seen it. "A boy's
face, smooth, without an expression... And I've seen it before, in other
places, just as if it had been watching... us."
Nalion carefully walked closer to the statue, investigating it. "Perhaps
the Blightstone is in there?"
[510]
Looking all around the statue, Nalion noticed that though the boy's doll-like
face was gone, there was the dead body of someone else familiar in the statue,
forming its structure.
Her name was Lirielle.
In fact, for each person who approached the statue, they saw the dead body of a
lost love.[511]
[512] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 06:34 PM)
[513] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
As Dayla was surveying the statue, she noticed something, and thought at first
her eyes were playing tricks on her. Among the faces of the corpses that
made it up was a familiar one. A beautiful Chimer woman with her eyes
closed, and at peace.
Ashana.
[515]
Dayla looks shocked, her illusion of mortality dropping totally as she stares
at Ashana's face ...
" ... Mater?" she asks, blinking. "No, that can't be; her corpse
was destroyed in the fires of Tel Dresori, I saw it ..."
A sudden thought struck her. " ... He captured her soul ... didn't
he?" [516]
[517] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 07:39 PM)
[518] Dayla looks shocked,
her illusion of mortality dropping totally as she stares at Ashana's face ...
" ... Mater?" she asks, blinking. "No, that can't be; her
corpse was destroyed in the fires of Tel Dresori, I saw it ..."
A sudden thought struck her. " ... He captured her soul ... didn't
he?"
[520]
Goranthir turned away. He had been shocked to see the corpses of his cousin
Onialle and Taolle in the statue. The horror of seeing his cousin Aedrin, who
he himself had killed while Geht taxed his reason ... But the bodies of
Allerleirauh and Tris ... That he couldn't bear.
[521]
[522] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 06:37 PM)
[523] In fact, for each person who approached the statue, they saw the dead body of a lost love.
[525]
Isidor saw his mother, her body just one of the others, and he stood,
transfixed, for a moment, before pulling out the holy claymore. "Let's
destroy this thing. It's creeping me out."
Tsei saw Falco, saw what Helseth had done to him, and fire seemed to burn in
her eyes.
Ingmar saw his father (Isidor's father, as well), and was shocked for a moment,
but quickly snapped back to attention. [526]
[527] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 06:37 PM)
[528] Looking all around the
statue, Nalion noticed that though the boy's doll-like face was gone, there was
the dead body of someone else familiar in the statue, forming its structure.
Her name was Lirielle.
In fact, for each person who approached the statue, they saw the dead body of a
lost love.
[530]
The mage stood still, as if lightning had struck him. There was a sharp pain,
like a knife piercing his heart.
"L..Lir...Lirielle?", Nalion stammered. "You... I.. I know
you're not here. I've seen you. In... in Llainfair. At peace."
The Breton fell to his knees, stretching out his hands... [531]
Shaka's face turned
ashen. "Ahnassi? No, cat . . . . You can't be dead, you would have found
Seyndie and gotten out of Vivec City when the Blue Dawn broke out. Please, not
you. . . . "
He tried to compose himself. "This must be a trick! Mannimarco can't have
this kind of power, can he? He can't have captured their souls . . . ."[532]
Gram steps up, holding
Spellbreaker aloft.
"God of Worms," he calls out in a strong voice, "you cannot fool
me; this vision of Mista you show me is naught but a necromancer's parlor
trick. My daughter and I have both made our peace with her, and her soul sleeps
in the arms of Kyne's handmaiden Mara, who teaches all women the secrets of
motherhood at the side of the widow of Shor and who cradles all newborns in her
protective arms agains the freezing cold."
He holds Frostkiss up high. "By the breath of this child of the Sky, I
decry your trickery, enslaver of the dead! By the gift of courage Kyne gives
all men, I say - ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES AND TRICKERY!!!"
With a bellow, he brings axe and shield down upon the statue. [533]
[534] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 06:49 PM)
[535] With a bellow, he brings axe and shield down upon the statue.
[537]
Isidor followed suit, swinging the claymore with all his force behind it, at
the statue, where his mother's face showed.
Ingmar took the axe that Isidor offered to him, and swung at the staute as
well, directing the blow towards his father's figure.
Tsei fired a fireball at the statue, but made sure to aim it up, away from
those who were swinging it at the bottom. [538]
Athaso had managed to
tag along through the fights relatively unscathed, and had fortunately avoided
being stepped on by the large dragon that had seemingly attacked them.
Upon congregating to the statue where the others were, he too saw a familiar
face, but it was not one that brought feelings sorrow, rather anger.
"Mother..." he paused, staring at the embodiment of his now-dead
mother, "Let's tear this thing down," he finished grimly as Gram
attempted to do so. [539]
Shaka wiped his eyes
and gestured for the Atronach to start tearing down the statue with his fists
and lightning.
The battlemage also joined in by casting alternating flame and frost spells at
the statue, having noticed Nalion's tactic.
"Damn you and your lies, Mannimarco," he muttered.[540]
[541] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 06:39 PM)
[542] Dayla looks shocked,
her illusion of mortality dropping totally as she stares at Ashana's face ...
" ... Mater?" she asks, blinking. "No, that can't be; her
corpse was destroyed in the fires of Tel Dresori, I saw it ..."
A sudden thought struck her. " ... He captured her soul ... didn't
he?"
[544]
Slyvos had not been paying much attention to the statue before, not wanting to
see it himself for now. When Dayla mentioned her mater, his daughter, he
immediately ran over to the collumn, not sure what she was talking about.
"what do you mean-... that isn't possible..." He said, his eyes going
wide at the sight of the corpse. He looked dumbfounded, angry, and obviously
unable to form words at the sight. [545]
[546] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 16 2006, 07:54 PM)
[547] Isidor followed suit,
swinging the claymore with all his force behind it, at the statue, where his
mother's face showed.
Ingmar took the axe that Isidor offered to him, and swung at the staute as
well, directing the blow towards his father's figure.
Tsei fired a fireball at the statue, but made sure to aim it up, away from
those who were swinging it at the bottom.
[549]
The statue began falling apart with the blows it was suffering. When the
brother's struck at their father's corpse, a bone case fell out of his chest.
It was the sort of thing one uses to house scrolls, and it was sealed ...
Red-Rock-Shadow was staring, trying to muster up the courage to join the
attack, while looking at the body of an Argonian man, who looked somewhat like
her, in the statue.
[550]
[551] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 07:49 PM)
[552] With a bellow, he brings axe and shield down upon the statue.
[554]
Gram's axe blow carved into the statue, striking Mista's body as well,
sidelong. In her chest cavity, there was a second bone scroll canister.
[555]
[556] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 07:01 PM)
[557] The statue began falling
apart with the blows it was suffering. When the brother's struck at their
father's corpse, a bone case fell out of his chest. It was the sort of
thing one uses to house scrolls, and it was sealed ...
Red-Rock-Shadow was staring, trying to muster up the courage to join the
attack, while looking at the body of an Argonian man, who looked somewhat like
her, in the statue.
[559]
Isidor picked up the bone case that fell out of his father's chest. He tried to
open it, while Ingmar continued to hit at the statue, and Tsei continued to
cast spells at it. [560]
[561] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 16 2006, 08:12 PM)
[562] Isidor picked up the bone case that fell out of his father's chest. He tried to open it, while Ingmar continued to hit at the statue, and Tsei continued to cast spells at it.
[564]
Within was a small scrap of vellum which looked like it might be leathered
skin. On it were three words "WILL BE FOUND."[565]
[566] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 07:01 PM)
[567] The statue began
falling apart with the blows it was suffering. When the brother's struck
at their father's corpse, a bone case fell out of his chest. It was the
sort of thing one uses to house scrolls, and it was sealed ...
Red-Rock-Shadow was staring, trying to muster up the courage to join the
attack, while looking at the body of an Argonian man, who looked somewhat like
her, in the statue.
[569]
The thunder of the spells impacting the statue woke Nalion from his dire
thoughts and brought him out of his shock-like condition. The mage still
shivered and tried not to look at the statue.
"She's in a happy place... she's in a happy place... she's in a happy
place.", he muttered. However, Nalion knew that the statue had to be
destroyed.
"You are not here, Lirielle. I know it. You. Are. Not. Here!"
A blast of fire sprang forth from his hands to strike the body of Lirielle,
then Nalion dropped his hands. Tears were running down his face. [570]
[571] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 08:17 PM)
[572] "You are not
here, Lirielle. I know it. You. Are. Not. Here!"
A blast of fire sprang forth from his hands to strike the body of Lirielle,
then Nalion dropped his hands. Tears were running down his face.
[574]
The body burned and blackened, exposing a bone scroll case in Lirielle's chest.
[575]
[576] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 07:17 PM)
[577] The thunder of the
spells impacting the statue woke Nalion from his dire thoughts and brought him
out of his shock-like condition. The mage still shivered and tried not to look
at the statue.
"She's in a happy place... she's in a happy place... she's in a happy
place.", he muttered. However, Nalion knew that the statue had to be
destroyed.
"You are not here, Lirielle. I know it. You. Are. Not. Here!"
A blast of fire sprang forth from his hands to strike the body of Lirielle,
then Nalion dropped his hands. Tears were running down his face.
[579]
Dayla shakes her head, snarling, her fangs showing. "I didn't like it when
Ashana played with my head, necromancer, but she was my mater. You don't get
that excuse."
She raises her hand and fires a lightning bolt into the image of Ashana.
"Maybe she deserves this fate, but I'm sure as hell not letting you have
her."
Even as she blasts the statue, however, Dayla glances over her shoulder,
wondering what others might be seeing in this statue ...
Gram, meanwhile, ignores the scroll cse for now, intent on bringing the statue
down.[580]
Slashes-With-Claws had seen an old friend, a Khajiit he and Jei-Set had worked together with during their attempts to free slaves. It was the same Khajiit who was killed but the son of his former master to find him. [581]
[582] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 07:19 PM)
[583] The body burned and blackened, exposing a bone scroll case in Lirielle's chest.
[585]
Nalion's vision was still blurred from his tears as he knelt down at the chest,
but he wiped them away. Not having to see this gruesome illusion of Lirielle
anymore began to calm him down somewhat, but he was still stricken.
Carefully, the Breton opened the case. [586]
[587] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 08:22 PM)
[588] She raises her hand
and fires a lightning bolt into the image of Ashana. "Maybe she
deserves this fate, but I'm sure as hell not letting you have her."
Even as she blasts the statue, however, Dayla glances over her shoulder,
wondering what others might be seeing in this statue ...
[590]
The vampire's corpse split open at the lightning strike, revealing a bone
scroll case within ...[591]
His face hiding anger, Athaso, like the others began slashing at the statue with the blessed broadsword. At first he swung at the statue at random, keeping his gaze fixed on his mother's face. But eventually his anger overwhelms him and hacks away at the embodiment of her. [592]
[593] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 08:24 PM)
[594] Nalion's vision was
still blurred from his tears as he knelt down at the chest, but he wiped them
away. Not having to see this gruesome illusion of Lirielle anymore began to
calm him down somewhat, but he was still stricken.
Carefully, the Breton opened the case.
[596]
Within the case was another piece of old leather with two words on it
"YOURS TRULY."[597]
[598] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 07:16 PM)
[599] Within was a small scrap of vellum which looked like it might be leathered skin. On it were three words "WILL BE FOUND."
[601]
"... the hell?" Isidor asked, examining the scroll. Isidor showed the
piece of parchment to the group, and asked, "What is this?" [602]
[603] QUOTE(Osano @ Mar 16 2006, 08:26 PM)
[604] His face hiding anger, Athaso, like the others began slashing at the statue with the blessed broadsword. At first he swung at the statue at random, keeping his gaze fixed on his mother's face. But eventually his anger overwhelms him and hacks away at the embodiment of her.
[606]
In Athaso's mother's corpse, there too is a bone scroll case.
[607]
Eventually, Gram
stops, his chest heaving from the effort.
Dayla, meanwhile, looks to the scroll cases at her feet and bends down to pick
them up. "Now what?" she asks, opening them.[608]
Shaka couldn't bring
himself to attack what looked like the corpse of his first love Ahanassi, and
focused on striking the statue elsewhere. He saw that others in the group were
retrieving scroll cases, though, and wondered if the Khajiit corpse held one
also.
Shaka looked away and waited for someone else's blow to strike her. Cursing his
weakness, he finally was able to retrieve a bone scrollcase from Ahanassi's
corpse before it disappeared into the chaos of the attack on the statue.
Shaka backed away and opened the case.[609]
Hesek, denies the illusion. It cannot be real. The Khajiit was killed on the other side of the continent, in Morrowind. He swings his holy longsword at the statue, striking with all his might. [610]
[611] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 07:26 PM)
[612] Within the case was another piece of old leather with two words on it "YOURS TRULY."
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 16 2006, 07:27 PM)
[616] "... the hell?" Isidor asked, examining the scroll. Isidor showed the piece of parchment to the group, and asked, "What is this?"
[618]
Nalion looks at Isidor's scroll, then at his own one. Seeing that there is
another chest for Dayla...
"It's a message. Or better, the parts will form a message.", he said,
his voice still weak. "And I believe I know who might be it's
sender..." [619]
[620] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 08:29 PM)
[621] Eventually, Gram
stops, his chest heaving from the effort.
Dayla, meanwhile, looks to the scroll cases at her feet and bends down to pick
them up. "Now what?" she asks, opening them.
[623]
The first one, the one that came out of Mista, has a scroll within which looks
like the top of a longer scroll by its clean edges above and ragged ones below.
It reads "IF YOU REALLY NEED."
The second one that came out of her mater contains three words "DOWN THE
STAIRS."
[624]
[625] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 08:29 PM)
[626] In Athaso's mother's corpse, there too is a bone scroll case.
[628]
Athaso picked up the scroll case and opened it, inspecting the scroll.... [629]
[630] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 07:31 PM)
[631] Nalion looks at
Isidor's scroll, then at his own one. Seeing that there is another chest for
Dayla...
"It's a message. Or better, the parts will form a message.", he said,
his voice still weak. "And I believe I know who might be it's
sender..."
[633]
Isidor's face showed a sign of recognition. "Ah ... This bastard likes
playing his little games, doesn't he?"
He waited for the others to get their scrolls. [634]
Reichi fists clenched
and a he snarled, staring a corpse in the statue, his father. He knew he was
dead, he had even been to the funeral. Father had died doing work for the
temple, burning out necromancers in some tomb. It couldn't be the real corpse
though, he had seen the body burn. Turned to ash.
Damn the bastard for whatever this was though. Defiling the dead or even
just making some sort of look-alike corpses. Focusing on the calming aura of
the holy blade to soothe his rage some, Reichi raised his blade and struck at
the statue. Nothing is sacred to this bastard, he thought grimly. [635]
[636] QUOTE(Osano @ Mar 16 2006, 08:32 PM)
[637] Athaso picked up the scroll case and opened it, inspecting the scroll....
[639]
Athaso's leather scrap of paper read "OF THE ORMA."
[640]
[641] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 07:29 PM)
[642] Eventually, Gram
stops, his chest heaving from the effort.
Dayla, meanwhile, looks to the scroll cases at her feet and bends down to pick
them up. "Now what?" she asks, opening them.
[644]
Slyvos was staring at the ground now, shaking with tears going down his face,
staining his fur and robes. Why did I have to see that now? he thought
to himself angerily.
Despite the corpse of Ashana already being split, he leapt at the statue
suddenly, tearing at what was left from Dayla's spell viciously with his bare
hands. It was almost as if his eyes were glowing with that intense green flame
his darker half showed when it took over, but it wasn't any kind of evil split
personality taking over right now... it was just him, miserable and angry
beyond the point of sanity.
He wouldn't stop until that corpse had not a single inch of it remaining
intact, and trying to stop him would seem like a foolish idea to those around
him, if they had any sanity themselves. [645]
[646] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 16 2006, 08:34 PM)
[647] Isidor's face showed a
sign of recognition. "Ah ... This bastard likes playing his little games,
doesn't he?"
He waited for the others to get their scrolls.
[649]
Goranthir, seeing the scroll cases people were finding, finally worked up the
courage to approach the statue. He had no kynarine blade anymore, but he took a
dagger from his robe and stabbed at the corpse of Aedrin, wincing.
He pulled the scroll case from his cousin's chest, and opened it.
"It says," he said, his voice hoarse. "'TO DESTROY IT.'"
[650]
[651] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 16 2006, 07:39 PM)
[652] Slyvos was staring at
the ground now, shaking with tears going down his face, staining his fur and
robes. Why did I have to see that now? he thought to himself angerily.
Despite the corpse of Ashana already being split, he leapt at the statue
suddenly, tearing at what was left from Dayla's spell viciously with his bare
hands. It was almost as if his eyes were glowing with that intense green flame
his darker half showed when it took over, but it wasn't any kind of evil split
personality taking over right now... it was just him, miserable and angry
beyond the point of sanity.
He wouldn't stop until that corpse had not a single inch of it remaining
intact, and trying to stop him would seem like a foolish idea to those around
him, if they had any sanity themselves.
[654]
Gram had been looking at the snatches of words on the vellum when Slyvos
suddenly went nuts on the corpse that had been Ashana; surprised, he can only
watch ...
Dayla walks up quietly to Slyvos when there is nothing left, shaking her head.
"She's gone now," she says quietly. "I was wrong; she was never
here to begin with."
Gram looks to Nalion, unsure what to say. " ... This looks like more than
a fist to the jaw will cure ..." he whispers. "Can you do anything
for him?"[655]
Hesek turned his attention from the statue to the corpse. "It is an illusion!" he hisses, striking at it with his holy longsword. [656]
[657] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 16 2006, 07:39 PM)
[658] Slyvos was staring at
the ground now, shaking with tears going down his face, staining his fur and
robes. Why did I have to see that now? he thought to himself angerily.
Despite the corpse of Ashana already being split, he leapt at the statue
suddenly, tearing at what was left from Dayla's spell viciously with his bare
hands. It was almost as if his eyes were glowing with that intense green flame
his darker half showed when it took over, but it wasn't any kind of evil split
personality taking over right now... it was just him, miserable and angry
beyond the point of sanity.
He wouldn't stop until that corpse had not a single inch of it remaining
intact, and trying to stop him would seem like a foolish idea to those around
him, if they had any sanity themselves.
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 07:45 PM)
[662] Gram had been looking
at the snatches of words on the vellum when Slyvos suddenly went nuts on the
corpse that had been Ashana; surprised, he can only watch ...
Dayla walks up quietly to Slyvos when there is nothing left, shaking her
head. "She's gone now," she says quietly. "I was
wrong; she was never here to begin with."
Gram looks to Nalion, unsure what to say. " ... This looks like more
than a fist to the jaw will cure ..." he whispers. "Can you do
anything for him?"
[664]
Nalion nodded to Gram, walking over to Slyvos and kneeling down. On the
Breton's face, the tears he himself had wept were still visibly as light wet
spots on his cheeks. The mage touched Slyvos' shoulder, then reached into the
bag the Khajiit used to carry around with him. He knew it would be somewhere...
Nalion withdrew his hand, holding three pieces of a flute in his open palm. He
assembled them and held them towards Slyvos.
"I know you play your flute for Loranna only, but... all of us could need
a soothing tune now. And you could use a reminder of Loranna..." [665]
[666] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 16 2006, 08:53 PM)
[667] Hesek turned his attention from the statue to the corpse. "It is an illusion!" he hisses, striking at it with his holy longsword.
[669]
The sword slashing into the corpse exposed the scroll canister in the Khajiit's
chest.[670]
Reichi looked around and realized that the corpses seemed to hold messages. With a sigh the Werewolf struck at his father's 'corpse'. He aimed for the chest since it seemed the scrolls were contained within there. [671]
[672] QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 16 2006, 08:56 PM)
[673] Reichi looked around and realized that the corpses seemed to hold messages. With a sigh the Werewolf struck at his father's 'corpse'. He aimed for the chest since it seemed the scrolls were contained within there.
[675]
Reichi's father's chest was rent, exposing the scroll canister within. [676]
[677] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 08:55 PM)
[678] The sword slashing into the corpse exposed the scroll canister in the Khajiit's chest.
[680]
Slashes glared at it for a moment. His eyes wild and teeth bared. He growled,
reaching for the scroll canister he opened it and read what was on the scroll. [681]
[682] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 08:57 PM)
[683] Reichi's father's chest was rent, exposing the scroll canister within.
[685]
Reichi pulled the scroll case out and opened it. [686]
[687] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 16 2006, 08:58 PM)
[688] Slashes glared at it for a moment. His eyes wild and teeth bared. He growled, reaching for the scroll canister he opened it and read what was on the scroll.
[690]
Slashes's scroll, which looked like the bottom of a longer scroll, judging from
its ragged line above but smooth cut below, simply says "A TRUE
FRIEND."
[691]
[692] QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 16 2006, 08:59 PM)
[693] Reichi pulled the scroll case out and opened it.
[695]
Reichi's leather scroll has three words on it. "WITH THE SKULL."
[696]
[697] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 07:53 PM)
[698] Nalion nodded to Gram,
walking over to Slyvos and kneeling down. On the Breton's face, the tears he
himself had wept were still visibly as light wet spots on his cheeks. The mage
touched Slyvos' shoulder, then reached into the bag the Khajiit used to carry
around with him. He knew it would be somewhere...
Nalion withdrew his hand, holding three pieces of a flute in his open palm. He
assembled them and held them towards Slyvos.
"I know you play your flute for Loranna only, but... all of us could need
a soothing tune now. And you could use a reminder of Loranna..."
[700]
Slyvos' eyes returned to their normal color, the area around them a puffy red
from the irritation his tears created. He looked at Nalion hesistantly, towards
his flute that was in the breton's hands.
"loranna..." He said to himself softly, trying to calm himself with
the thought of his wife. He took the pieces of his flute from Nalion,
assembling the instrument slowly, trying to pull himself together again so he
could play. He took a seat on the ground, trembling a bit. [701]
[702] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:01 PM)
[703] Slashes's scroll, which looked like the bottom of a longer scroll, judging from its ragged line above but smooth cut below, simply says "A TRUE FRIEND."
[705]
Slashes looks at it for a moment, the rage still strong in his face. "This
looks like the end of the scroll." He says. His claws make small punctures
in the parchment as he grips the paper fiercely. [706]
[707] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 16 2006, 08:03 PM)
[708] Slyvos' eyes returned
to their normal color, the area around them a puffy red from the irritation his
tears created. He looked at Nalion hesistantly, towards his flute that was in
the breton's hands.
"loranna..." He said to himself softly, trying to calm himself with
the thought of his wife. He took the pieces of his flute from Nalion,
assembling the instrument slowly, trying to pull himself together again so he
could play. He took a seat on the ground, trembling a bit.
[710]
Gram shrugs, winking to Nalion. "Not what I'd have thought to suggest, but
it might be just the thing."
"Won't this just give whatever else is wandering around in the city a
chance to find us?" Dayla asks, frowning.
"Ah lass," Gram grins, "once you've been on the road you'll
learn that sometimes, the rest of the world be damned, you take a minute to
collect yourself."
Dayla looks over at Nalion as though to question whether the big hairy Nord has
any clue what he's talking about - though there's something unreadable in her
eyes.[711]
[712] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 16 2006, 09:06 PM)
[713] Slashes looks at it for a moment, the rage still strong in his face. "This looks like the end of the scroll." He says. His claws make small punctures in the parchment as he grips the paper fiercely.
[715]
Red-Rock-Shadow had been observing, unable to face the Argonian she had seen.
He looked somewhat familiar to Slashes, but he wasn't sure who he was until she
said his name.
"I'm sorry, Xeljuk," she whispered, touching his chest with burning
hands.
Xeljuk had been her cousin, and a childhood friend of Slashes.
With a shaking hand, Red-Rock-Shadows took the scroll case out of her cousin's
chest.[716]
[717] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 08:08 PM)
[718] Gram shrugs, winking
to Nalion. "Not what I'd have thought to suggest, but it might be
just the thing."
"Won't this just give whatever else is wandering around in the city a
chance to find us?" Dayla asks, frowning.
"Ah lass," Gram grins, "once you've been on the road you'll
learn that sometimes, the rest of the world be damned, you take a minute to
collect yourself."
Dayla looks over at Nalion as though to question whether the big hairy Nord has
any clue what he's talking about - though there's something unreadable in her
eyes.
[720]
Nalion shrugged towards Dayla.
"There's a hungry Ka'Po'Tun running through the city, Sload have seen us,
the walls have eyes and arms and we just blasted a whole statue. I don't think
that a tune on a flute will give us away anymore than what we already
did.", he said, then turned his back towards her, helping the others
investigating the scrolls they had found. [721]
Osa couldn't bear to
look upon the face of her dead mother, something she had never come to grips
with and even though she had never met her, the mirror image staring back told
the whole story
The sight hadn't made Ora sad...in fact it made her quite angry that anyone,
even a God, would dare to bring up such a hurtful fact of life...so with both
hands firmly gripped on her sword she had smashed the doppelganger, whomever it
may have been, while Osa had retrieved the bone scroll case...Osa opens the case
with trembling hands
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keep up and PM's would be greatly appreciated<ooc> [722]
[723] QUOTE(One87xe @ Mar 16 2006, 09:15 PM)
[724] Osa couldn't bear to
look upon the face of her dead mother, something she had never come to grips
with and even though she had never met her, the mirror image staring back told
the whole story
The sight hadn't made Ora sad...in fact it made her quite angry that anyone,
even a God, would dare to bring up such a hurtful fact of life...so with both
hands firmly gripped on her sword she had smashed the doppelganger, whomever it
may have been, while Osa had retrieved the bone scroll case...Osa opens the
case with trembling hands
<ooc> apparently the Chats seen fit to hex me for the day, I'll try to
keep up and PM's would be greatly appreciated<ooc>
[726]
Within the case is a scroll of leathered skin and four words "LOOK FOR THE
DOOR."[727]
[728] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:09 PM)
[729] Red-Rock-Shadow had
been observing, unable to face the Argonian she had seen. He looked
somewhat familiar to Slashes, but he wasn't sure who he was until she said his
name.
"I'm sorry, Xeljuk," she whispered, touching his chest with burning
hands.
Xeljuk had been her cousin, and a childhood friend of Slashes.
With a shaking hand, Red-Rock-Shadows took the scroll case out of her cousin's
chest.
[731]
"Xeljuk?" Hesek gave a start. He spoke in Hist "I had heard he
was taken by slavers some time ago, after I escaped from..." He hesitated
for a moment "I did not know he was dead." He shook with rage.
"I would tear the [HIST CURSE]'s heart out who did this, if he still had
one." [732]
[733] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 16 2006, 09:18 PM)
[734] "Xeljuk?" Hesek gave a start. He spoke in Hist "I had heard he was taken by slavers some time ago, after I escaped from..." He hesitated for a moment "I did not know he was dead." He shook with rage. "I would tear the [HIST CURSE]'s heart out who did this, if he still had one."
[736]
"I didn't know he was dead either," Red-Rock-Shadow sighed. "He
was never heard from, but I hoped ..."
She looked at the canister in her hands.
Goranthir went to the corpse of Allerleirauh next, swallowing hard, before
stabbing it with his dagger, and pulling out another canister.[737]
[738] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 08:21 PM)
[739] "I didn't know he
was dead either," Red-Rock-Shadow sighed. "He was never heard from,
but I hoped ..."
She looked at the canister in her hands.
Goranthir went to the corpse of Allerleirauh next, swallowing hard, before
stabbing it with his dagger, and pulling out another canister.
[741]
Dayla glances over at Red-Rock-Shadow and says "I saw Ashana's corpse go
up in flames; that couldn't have actually been her that I blasted. Your friend
might just still be missing, if it matters."
Come on you heroes; don't lose heart now when we're so close, Dayla
tells herself. I still need you to help break this last stone ...
[742]
[743] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 08:21 PM)
[744] "I didn't know he
was dead either," Red-Rock-Shadow sighed. "He was never heard from,
but I hoped ..."
She looked at the canister in her hands.
Goranthir went to the corpse of Allerleirauh next, swallowing hard, before
stabbing it with his dagger, and pulling out another canister.
[746]
"There must be another scroll in there. What is is saying?", Nalion
asked, knowing what pain Goranthir must be feeling. The mage himself felt a
pain of seeing the corpse of his old friend, who had helped him so much in the
past, lying there. "It's not real, Goran, it's not real." [747]
[748] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 09:27 PM)
[749] "There must be another scroll in there. What is is saying?", Nalion asked, knowing what pain Goranthir must be feeling. The mage himself felt a pain of seeing the corpse of his old friend, who had helped him so much in the past, lying there. "It's not real, Goran, it's not real."
[751]
Goranthir looked at Nalion and nodded. "I hope you're right."
He opened up the scroll case and took out the scrap of leather: "THE LAST
BLIGHTSTONE"[752]
[753] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 09:27 PM)
[754] "There must be another scroll in there. What is is saying?", Nalion asked, knowing what pain Goranthir must be feeling. The mage himself felt a pain of seeing the corpse of his old friend, who had helped him so much in the past, lying there. "It's not real, Goran, it's not real."
[756]
"I haven't opened my scroll yet. Could someone check it for me?" said
Shaka. It still disturbed him to think that someone could place a scroll within
Ahanassi's corpse . . . or was it a doppleganger of some kind.
"He certainly is confident, Mannimarco."[757]
[758] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 08:27 PM)
[759] Dayla glances over at
Red-Rock-Shadow and says "I saw Ashana's corpse go up in flames; that
couldn't have actually been her that I blasted. Your friend might just
still be missing, if it matters."
Come on you heroes; don't lose heart now when we're so close, Dayla
tells herself. I still need you to help break this last stone ...
[761]
Slyvos glanced at Dayla for a minute, wondering how she could be apathetic to
their plight right now. Then, he remembered how jaded age makes one, especially
when one has eternity ahead of them. Just another thing he gave up for love, it
seems.
He began to play softly the song of his childhood once more, this time for them
all to hear without careing for where he was. He needed to calm down, when you
looked at him, leftover bits of flesh and dried blood covering his fur and face
from his fury-charged attack on the corpse.[762]
[763] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 16 2006, 09:31 PM)
[764] "I haven't opened
my scroll yet. Could someone check it for me?" said
Shaka. It still disturbed him to think that someone could place a scroll
within Ahanassi's corpse . . . or was it a doppleganger of
some kind.
"He certainly is confident, Mannimarco."
[766]
"I'll do it," Red-Rock-Shadow said, walking over to it, her still
unopened canister in her hand. She opened Shaka's.
"It says," the Argonian battlemage said. "OPEN IT AND GO. These
sounds like directions, kind of ..."
[767]
[768] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 08:30 PM)
[769] Goranthir looked at
Nalion and nodded. "I hope you're right."
He opened up the scroll case and took out the scrap of leather: "THE LAST
BLIGHTSTONE"
[771]
"Are these all scrollsnow?", the Breton asked.
Nalion read Goranthir's and Shaka's scroll, then placed them on the floor with
the others. He shifted the parchments around until they seemed to make sense to
him. then, he read aloud:
"IF YOU REALLY NEED.
TO DESTROY IT.
THE LAST BLIGHTSTONE.
WILL BE FOUND.
DOWN THE STAIRS.
LOOK FOR THE DOOR.
WITH THE SKULL.
OF THE ORMA.
OPEN IT AND GO.
YOURS TRULY.
A TRUE FRIEND."
"I'm not sure about the middle part... Have we checked all...
corpses?", Nalion asked thoughtfully - and reluctantly. [772]
[773] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 16 2006, 08:35 PM)
[774] Slyvos glanced at
Dayla for a minute, wondering how she could be apathetic to their plight right
now. Then, he remembered how jaded age makes one, especially when one has
eternity ahead of them. Just another thing he gave up for love, it seems.
He began to play softly the song of his childhood once more, this time for them
all to hear without careing for where he was. He needed to calm down, when you
looked at him, leftover bits of flesh and dried blood covering his fur and face
from his fury-charged attack on the corpse.
[776]
Gram nods to Slyvos, cleaning his weapons off; the act helped calm his nerves.
He hums a bit in time with Slyvos's song, his deep baritone adding an odd but
strangely appropriate accompanyment to Slyvos's haunting tune, infusing Nordic
courage into the memory of one's childhood.
Dayla stands off to the side, watching Slyvos and the others ...[777]
[778] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 05:43 PM)
[779] "I'm not sure about the middle part... Have we checked all... corpses?", Nalion asked thoughtfully - and reluctantly.
[781]
"Whats a Orma?" Osa finally asks while Ora stands by her side [782]
[783] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 09:43 PM)
[784] "I'm not sure about the middle part... Have we checked all... corpses?", Nalion asked thoughtfully - and reluctantly.
[786]
Red-Rock-Shadow shook her head.
"I haven't opened mine yet," she said. She cracked the canister open
and read aloud the three words on the scroll within. "INSIDE THE
LOGGIA."
Goranthir shook his head, and with his dagger, cut open the chest of his friend
Tris, and pulled out the canister within. He opened it.
"There's nothing in here," he said.[787]
[788] QUOTE(One87xe @ Mar 16 2006, 09:46 PM)
[789] "Whats a Orma?" Osa finally asks while Ora stands by her side
[791]
"They were a tribe of warmbloods in Argonia. They were said to be blind.
They exist no more. The Knahaten Flu killed the last of them back in the first
era." Slashes answered. [792]
[793] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 08:48 PM)
[794] Red-Rock-Shadow shook
her head.
"I haven't opened mine yet," she said. She cracked the canister
open and read aloud the three words on the scroll within. "INSIDE THE
LOGGIA."
Goranthir shook his head, and with his dagger, cut open the chest of his friend
Tris, and pulled out the canister within. He opened it.
"There's nothing in here," he said.
[796]
"Something doesn't fit here...", Nalion muttered as he looked at the
parchments again. "It doesn't make true sense yet."
The mage rearranged a few parchments, then read again.
"IF YOU REALLY NEED.
TO DESTROY IT.
THE LAST BLIGHTSTONE
WILL BE FOUND.
INSIDE THE LOGGIA.
LOOK FOR THE DOOR.
WITH THE SKULL.
OF THE ORMA.
OPEN IT AND GO.
DOWN THE STAIRS.
YOURS TRULY.
A TRUE FRIEND."
"Makes more sense now...", Nalion said as he once more looked at the
parchment. He had tried to align the puzzle pieces properly so that they seemed
to form a whole sheet of paper. "What do you think?" [797]
[798] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 08:59 PM)
[799] "Something
doesn't fit here...", Nalion muttered as he looked at the parchments
again. "It doesn't make true sense yet."
The mage rearranged a few parchments, then read again.
"IF YOU REALLY NEED.
TO DESTROY IT.
THE LAST BLIGHTSTONE
WILL BE FOUND.
INSIDE THE LOGGIA.
LOOK FOR THE DOOR.
WITH THE SKULL.
OF THE ORMA.
OPEN IT AND GO.
DOWN THE STAIRS.
YOURS TRULY.
A TRUE FRIEND."
"Makes more sense now...", Nalion said as he once more looked at the
parchment. He had tried to align the puzzle pieces properly so that they seemed
to form a whole sheet of paper. "What do you think?"
[801]
Dayla walks over, looking at Nalion's handiwork. "I'm curious as to who
left this message," she says. "It could be a trap ..."
Turning to Goranthir, she adds " ... An empty case? Now what would that be
doing here?"[802]
[803] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 09:59 PM)
[804] "Something
doesn't fit here...", Nalion muttered as he looked at the parchments
again. "It doesn't make true sense yet."
The mage rearranged a few parchments, then read again.
(snip)
"Makes more sense now...", Nalion said as he once more looked at the
parchment. He had tried to align the puzzle pieces properly so that they seemed
to form a whole sheet of paper. "What do you think?"
[806]
The scraps of leather with their odd shapes did indeed seem to form together
pretty well.
"Inside the loggia," Red-Rock-Shadow said thoughtfully, turning
towards the edifice that surrounded the square, where Gram had been imprisoned.
There were indeed doors lining the ground floor. "The skull of the Orma
..."
[807]
[808] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:01 PM)
[809] Turning to Goranthir, she adds " ... An empty case? Now what would that be doing here?"
[811]
Goranthir shook his head, composing himself. "Maybe if we hadn't opened up
all the scraps of the scroll, there would have been something inside? ... Or
Maybe I just ripped open Tris's chest for nothing ..."[812]
[813] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 10:03 PM)
[814] Goranthir shook his head, composing himself. "Maybe if we hadn't opened up all the scraps of the scroll, there would have been something inside? ... Or Maybe I just ripped open Tris's chest for nothing ..."
[816]
"Goran . . . Maybe Tris isn't really dead, nor Allie. I don't want to
think that Ahnassi is really gone. Mannimarco could be playing games with our
heads."
"Let's go back to the loggia right away. This could be Mannimarco being
overconfident, but it's our best lead."[817]
[818] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 16 2006, 10:08 PM)
[819] "Goran .
. . Maybe Tris isn't really dead, nor Allie. I don't want to think
that Ahnassi is really gone. Mannimarco could be playing games with our
heads."
"Let's go back to the loggia right away. This could be Mannimarco
being overconfident, but it's our best lead."
[821]
Walking from door way to door way, each seemed to be framed by a different
skull on top, always something unusual. The monkey skull of an Imga. A humanoid
serpentine skull which might've been either a rare Argonian or a Tsaesci. A
sload skull, of course. Then there was a skull that looked like a perfectly
formed human skull, except there were no eye sockets at all.
[822]
Slyvos finished
playing the song after a while, slowly putting the flute down and takeing it
apart. If you were close enough to his face, you could have sworn you could see
him trying to hold back more tears from flowing from his eyes.
wherever you are loranna, be safe... and don't do anything stupid while I'm
gone... he thought to himself, truthfully hopeing that nothing has befallen
his wife in his absence.
He forced himself to stand up, reaching for his pack and putting the instrument
away. "okay... let's do this." he said as they went from each door. [823]
[824] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 10:18 PM)
[825] Walking from door way to door way, each seemed to be framed by a different skull on top, always something unusual. The monkey skull of an Imga. A humanoid serpentine skull which might've been either a rare Argonian or a Tsaesci. A sload skull, of course. Then there was a skull that looked like a perfectly formed human skull, except there were no eye sockets at all.
[827]
It was as Slashes-With-Claws had expected. He had heard that the Orma had no
eyes. He did not reach to open the door, instead saying "We should check
for traps." He did move a little closer to inspect the door. He knew some
about traps from his time in the thieves guild: he had had to get money to
survive after escaping slavery. [828]
[829] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 16 2006, 09:23 PM)
[830] It was as Slashes-With-Claws had expected. He had heard that the Orma had no eyes. He did not reach to open the door, instead saying "We should check for traps." He did move a little closer to inspect the door. He knew some about traps from his time in the thieves guild: he had had to get money to survive after escaping slavery.
[832]
Dayla mutters a few incantations, scanning for signs of magical traps.
Gram readies Spellbreaker and Frostkiss, smiling grimly. [833]
[834] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 16 2006, 10:23 PM)
[835] It was as Slashes-With-Claws had expected. He had heard that the Orma had no eyes. He did not reach to open the door, instead saying "We should check for traps." He did move a little closer to inspect the door. He knew some about traps from his time in the thieves guild: he had had to get money to survive after escaping slavery.
[837]
The formation of the door of tightly compacted corpses and skeletons made for a
much different surface that Slashes was used to checking for traps. He couldn't
be completely confident that there were no unusual traps with such an unusual
material, but he was pretty certain there were none of the usual traps
...[838]
[839] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 08:25 PM)
[840] Dayla mutters a few incantations, scanning for signs of magical traps.
[842]
Reeds scans the door, checking for any magic.
Valerius reases his shield, should the door spontaneously explode. [843]
[844] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 12:04 PM)
[845] It was impossible for
Loranna to keep track of the passage of time in the Void, nd equally impossible
to get any sense for their progress. The Void did not have landmarks or
roads that she could see, or any sort of beacon; it was just a flat, featureless
grey nothing, populated solely by herself, Arynel, the Prince of Madness
dragging them merrily along, and the hauntingly beautiful-yet-monstrous child
floating before them.
Then, before she realized it, there was a difference; she could see something
ahead and below them. It was small and unrecognizable at first but as
they flew closer Loranna could start making out a familiar-looking dark-watered
swamp, filled with sweeping expanses of foilage, and in the middle of it all, a
small island in the the swamp, a raised mount of brown and green, with a
sloping incline leading to a pitted door.
"There it is ..." Loranna whipsered, as they drew even closer.
As they did, she could see figures standing outside the mound - soldiers clad
in the red armor of the Royal Guard of Morrowind, standing or stooping over the
slain bodies of giant, crocidialian Argonians. One Guardsman in
particular looked particularly bad off, his armor bearing deep gashes that ran
red with blood. His hair spilled over his face, but Loranna could make
out the ashen skin and the point of merrish ears under it ...
" ... Goran?" she asked, blinking in surprise.
[847]
"You know him?" Arynel asked Loranna, indicating towards the unknown
mer.
The Breton's eyes took in the unfolding scene. Thinking Madness was there in
the image before him, he briefly forgot that he was in His very clutches. [848]
[849] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 16 2006, 10:29 PM)
[850] Reeds scans the door,
checking for any magic.
Valerius reases his shield, should the door spontaneously explode.
[852]
Dayla and Reeds's spells did not show any particularly strong magicka, no more
than that usually present in Lasthold, coming from the door ... And no traps
either, at least nothing their spells could detect ... [853]
[854] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 16 2006, 06:29 PM)
[855] Reeds scans the door,
checking for any magic.
Valerius reases his shield, should the door spontaneously explode.
[857]
Osa follows Valerius' suit raising the Daedric Shield to absorb any
attacks...Ora stands close behind her while both wait to see what happens [858]
[859] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:31 PM)
[860] Dayla and Reeds's spells did not show any particularly strong magicka, no more than that usually present in Lasthold, coming from the door ... And no traps either, at least nothing their spells could detect ...
[862]
"Well then," Gram says, stepping foward, "let us make our way
down."
He raises his foot to kick in the door.
"Is it locked?" Dayla asks.
" ... Not after I kick it," Gram mutters, but he tries the door to
see if it's unlocked first anyway.[863]
[864] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 09:29 PM)
[865] "You know
him?" Arynel asked Loranna, indicating towards the unknown mer.
The Breton's eyes took in the unfolding scene. Thinking Madness was there
in the image before him, he briefly forgot that he was in His very clutches.
[867]
Loranna nods. "He'll become a close friend in time," she explains,
"though at this juncture, he's working against my interests." She
pauses, noting "Which I never learned till much after the fact ..."
She frowned; were they going to come out of the Void at all, or would they
watch from within the grey expanse? Were things in the Vaults as she
remembered, or had her dream changed? [868]
[869] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:34 PM)
[870] " ... Not after I kick it," Gram mutters, but he tries the door to see if it's unlocked first anyway.
[872]
The door swung open, unlocked.
A set of steep stairs curved down a vaulted stairwell. The roof of it was
ribcages, and the phosphorescent maggots they had seen before crawled among the
bodies and skeletons, giving a weird greenish cast.
[873]
[874] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 10:41 PM)
[875] The door swung open,
unlocked.
A set of steep stairs curved down a vaulted stairwell. The roof of it was
ribcages, and the phosphorescent maggots they had seen before crawled among the
bodies and skeletons, giving a weird greenish cast.
[877]
"After this quest -- assuming there's an after -- I'll never be casual
about tomb exploration again," said Shaka.
[878]
[879] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:41 PM)
[880] The door swung open,
unlocked.
A set of steep stairs curved down a vaulted stairwell. The roof of it was
ribcages, and the phosphorescent maggots they had seen before crawled among the
bodies and skeletons, giving a weird greenish cast.
[882]
Gram looks back at Dayla, his brows knitted.
Cautiously, Spellbreaker raised, he steps onto the stairs, while Dayla casts
fortifying spells for everyone.
"Kicking it in would have made for a better retelling later ..." Gram
mutters.[883]
[884] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:41 PM)
[885] The door swung open,
unlocked.
A set of steep stairs curved down a vaulted stairwell. The roof of it was
ribcages, and the phosphorescent maggots they had seen before crawled among the
bodies and skeletons, giving a weird greenish cast.
[887]
Isidor stepped foward through the door way, grimacing at the maggots and
skeletons. "Lovely ..." He said, as he walked foward. [888]
[889] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:45 PM)
[890] "Kicking it in would have made for a better retelling later ..." Gram mutters.
[892]
As in everywhere else in Lasthold, Mannimarco had not forgotten the details.
There was even a rail running along the stairs made of arm bones, necessary
considering how steep the stairs were.
[893]
Athaso drew his sacred broadsword as they declined the steps, "So what are the odds of this being a trap?" he asked, almost jokingly. [894]
The sisters walk
dedicatedily forward, Osa still creeped out by the maggots...carefully they
make their way down the stairs
<ooc> out for an hour or so <ooc> [895]
Slashes-With-Claws passes through the doorway and proceeds down the steps. The glass tower shield and holy longsword held ready. He was nervous, but did not show it. [896]
[897] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 09:45 PM)
[898] Gram looks back at
Dayla, his brows knitted.
Cautiously, Spellbreaker raised, he steps onto the stairs, while Dayla casts
fortifying spells for everyone.
"Kicking it in would have made for a better retelling later ..." Gram
mutters.
[900]
"And for some laughs...", Nalion said, then the familiar sphere of
blue light appeared over tha Breton's palm, casting more light down the stairs.
"Be careful, all, it could be a trap.", he said as he slowly moved
down with them, paying attention to his surroundings. The mage still wondered
who that "true friend" might be, or if it was another piece of the
cruel game Mannimarco seemed to play with them. [901]
[902] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:47 PM)
[903] As in everywhere else in Lasthold, Mannimarco had not forgotten the details. There was even a rail running along the stairs made of arm bones, necessary considering how steep the stairs were.
[905]
Isidor continued foward, avoiding the bone rail, so he could keep both hands on
his claymore. He kept his eyes and ears open for movement and sound.
Ingmar stayed close behind him and Gram, while Tsei stayed at the back of the
group. [906]
Reeds and Valerius move down the stairs after averyone else, Valerius closing the door part way behind him. [907]
Reichi on his holy blade as he followed the others down the stairs, stepping carefully. He used his free hand to grip the railing, just in case. [908]
Slyvos hardly bothered
with the railing, as he went down the steps slowly. How he had the patience to
craft this place, Slyvos knew all too well. Though, he no longer had the
stomach to do such, luckily.
"still I lament how this genius' mind is put to waste building horrors
instead of wonders..." he says mostly to himself, truth in his voice. [909]
[910] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 10:48 PM)
[911] "And for some
laughs...", Nalion said, then the familiar sphere of blue light appeared over
tha Breton's palm, casting more light down the stairs.
"Be careful, all, it could be a trap.", he said as he slowly moved
down with them, paying attention to his surroundings. The mage still wondered
who that "true friend" might be, or if it was another piece of the
cruel game Mannimarco seemed to play with them.
[913]
As the group reached the bottom of the stairs, they came to a huge cavernous
room. All along the walls were shelves with black gems, uncharged Blightstones,
hundreds of them.
Also in the room were the three white maidens, the Orc, the Nord, and the
Imperial. They seemed surprised by the heroes approach.
"Why don't you --" the Orc began.
"Just run!" the Imperial said to her sister, grabbing her hand. The
three began running across the room away from the heroes.
[914]
[915] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:52 PM)
[916] As the group reached
the bottom of the stairs, they came to a huge cavernous room. All along
the walls were shelves with black gems, uncharged Blightstones, hundreds of
them.
Also in the room were the three white maidens, the Orc, the Nord, and the
Imperial. They seemed surprised by the heroes approach.
"Why don't you --" the Orc began.
"Just run!" the Imperial said to her sister, grabbing her hand.
The three began running across the room away from the heroes.
[918]
Gram chuckles, though his hand grips Frostkiss tightly. "I owe you three a
talking to; mind you don't run too far!" he calls out as he steps into the
room.[919]
[920] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 10:52 PM)
[921] As the group reached
the bottom of the stairs, they came to a huge cavernous room. All along
the walls were shelves with black gems, uncharged Blightstones, hundreds of
them.
Also in the room were the three white maidens, the Orc, the Nord, and the
Imperial. They seemed surprised by the heroes approach.
"Why don't you --" the Orc began.
"Just run!" the Imperial said to her sister, grabbing her hand.
The three began running across the room away from the heroes.
[923]
"Might as well let them go," said Shaka. He still wasn't comfortable
with the idea of killing women, as soft as that sounded.
"We have bigger fish to fry."
[924]
[925] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:52 PM)
[926] As the group reached
the bottom of the stairs, they came to a huge cavernous room. All along
the walls were shelves with black gems, uncharged Blightstones, hundreds of
them.
Also in the room were the three white maidens, the Orc, the Nord, and the
Imperial. They seemed surprised by the heroes approach.
"Why don't you --" the Orc began.
"Just run!" the Imperial said to her sister, grabbing her hand.
The three began running across the room away from the heroes.
[928]
Tsei cast a paralyze spell towards where the sister ran, as Isidor and Ingmar
looked at the stones at the wall. [929]
[930] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 16 2006, 08:58 PM)
[931] "We have bigger fish to fry."
[933]
"You mean bigger stones to crack?" Reeds asks, examining one of the
stones. "Should we just destroy them all?" [934]
[935] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 09:52 PM)
[936] As the group reached
the bottom of the stairs, they came to a huge cavernous room. All along the
walls were shelves with black gems, uncharged Blightstones, hundreds of them.
Also in the room were the three white maidens, the Orc, the Nord, and the
Imperial. They seemed surprised by the heroes approach.
"Why don't you --" the Orc began.
"Just run!" the Imperial said to her sister, grabbing her hand.
The three began running across the room away from the heroes.
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 09:56 PM)
[940] Gram chuckles, though his hand grips Frostkiss tightly. "I owe you three a talking to; mind you don't run too far!" he calls out as he steps into the room.
[942]
Nalion shoved Gram a little bit to the side to see where the three women were
running, then he stretched out a hand, made a gesture and a paralysis spell
jetted out of his palm after the Imperial woman. Then, Nalion retreated behind
the back of the Nord again. [943]
Reichi resisted the urge to give chase, thinking it wiser for now to let them escape. They might be trying to lead anyone foolish enough to follow into a trap, anyways. [944]
[945] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 16 2006, 10:59 PM)
[946] Nalion shoved Gram a little bit to the side to see where the three women were running, then he stretched out a hand, made a gesture and a paralysis spell jetted out of his palm after the Imperial woman. Then, Nalion retreated behind the back of the Nord again.
[948]
As the heroes stepped into the room, the walls formed behind them.
On Nalion's spell, the Imperial woman vanished, like the illusion she was.
Someone began chuckling from the shadows.
[949]
[950] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 10:01 PM)
[951] As the heroes stepped
into the room, the walls formed behind them.
On Nalion's spell, the Imperial woman vanished, like the illusion she was.
Someone began chuckling from the shadows.
[953]
Dayla looks back at the wall, and says "Um ... I've got a sinking feeling
I was right about this being a trap ..."[954]
Athaso stepped into the room. The mysterious laughing combined with the walls closing up behind them sent a shiver down his spine, "What was I saying? A trap," he muttered quietly. [955]
[956] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 11:01 PM)
[957] As the heroes stepped
into the room, the walls formed behind them.
On Nalion's spell, the Imperial woman vanished, like the illusion she was.
Someone began chuckling from the shadows.
[959]
Hesek raises his sword. He hisses a Hist curse that they stumbled into this
trap. [960]
[961] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 10:01 PM)
[962] Someone began chuckling from the shadows.
[964]
Isidor looked around. "Mannimarco appears, finally?" Tsei and Ingmar
continued to examine the stones. [965]
[966] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 16 2006, 09:04 PM)
[967] Hesek raises his sword. He hisses a Hist curse that they stumbled into this trap.
[969]
"That hardly befits you Slashes." Reeds scolds as he pulls out his
swords.
Valerius, having his sword already out, activates his shield's shield. [970]
[971] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 11:02 PM)
[972] Dayla looks back at the wall, and says "Um ... I've got a sinking feeling I was right about this being a trap ..."
[974]
"Ah, what good is wisdom when it does not govern your actions,
Dayla?" said the figure, stepping out of the shadows to the center of the
now-sealed room.
Mannimarco's face was the one Nalion had seen. Under a hood, a smooth, innocent
boy's face, like a doll, with dead eyes. The rest of him was skeletally thin,
with talon-like fingers in which he gripped the last Blightstone.
It occured to the heroes then that should the Blightstone break, in here, there
was nothing to grab to keep from being pulled into it. They were all in the
nexus of its implosion.
"Looking for something, o champions?" the God of Worms asked, holding
up the Gem, its flickering black power lighting over one and all, its
necromantic energy touching their souls.
(OOC -- Sorry, gotta head out! -- T) [975]
Nalion's fears had
also come true, and the chuckling sent a shiver down his spine.
"Mannimarco..."[976]
And on that note, it's
time to ...
LOCK ON!!!
Loranna [977]
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