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 still dreaming, having met her younger,
possessed self from White Haven - and been crushed underfoot by her - before
gaining a new companion in the form of a younger Arynel. Together with
Sheogorath, led by the Void Vampire Bosriel, they now approach the Vaults of
Gemin.
Gram and Dayla are in Lasthold, in a chamber full of unused Blightstones ...
and one fully charged Blightstone, held in the taloned hands of Mannimarco
himself. [5]
Summary
Nalion
Nalion is in Lasthold, the twisted and cruelly artistic undead city of
Mannimarco. With his companions, he is searching for the last of the four
Blightstones. However, this last stones is held by Mannimarco himself, who
Nalion faces right now.
Dana and Gistral
Dana is with the army in Kalaan, Gistral is with the other part of the army in
Ramakawan. They are both waiting for the signal to advance on Scourg barrow and
wage war against Mannimarco's undead creatures. [6]
OOC: As per Loranna's dream, the Breton Arynel is floating in the Void with Loranna and Sheogorath, closely behind Bosriel. [7]
Summary: Shaka, a Ra'Gada battlemage, is among a score of adventurers who have destroyed three of the four Blightstones that had begun to make Hammerfall into a land of death for Mannimarco, with all Tamriel as the eventual goal. He stands with the others before the King of Worms and tries to think of how to escape from this trap. [8]
[9] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 10:07 PM)
[10] "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)
[12]
Slyvos, seeing Mannimarco for the first time in... how long was it since he had
taken an interest in the King of Worms' affairs? Quite a long time, before the
Warp in the West, if he recalled. He was disgusted now, with this being before
them.
"Yes, and I believe you hold it in your grasp, Mannimarco." The khajiit
said, his tone having just a slight edge of anger leaking into it. He felt
ready to hurl himself into the fray against this monster, but he had the
reasoning to know not to try that. It would do nothing good for anyone in this
situation. [13]
[14] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 09:36 PM)
[15] 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?
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 10:22 PM)
[19] OOC: As per Loranna's dream, the Breton Arynel is floating in the Void with Loranna and Sheogorath, closely behind Bosriel.
[21]
Bosriel continued forward, flying through the mound, and soon Loranna and
Arynel were following, passing through the walls. Below them stretched a
multitude of chambers, some large and ornate with intricately decorated walls,
some cavernous and filled with water and thigns moving under the surface, some
seemingly stretching to as far as the eye could see, holding ancient pyramids amid
a sea of sand ...
Figures could be seen in several of the chambers; at the speed the two were
traveling though, nothing could be made out of the figures they saw - though
Loranna gritted her teeth as they passed over a long, narrow chamber full of
kneeling figures ...
... and then, with a suddenness that left Loranna and Arynel both gasping for
breath, they were actually IN one of the chambers - a natural stone chimney,
with a crack in the wall and an arched passageway about thirty feet over their
heads, the floor covered in small round pellets of a most disagreeable odor.
Loranna looks around, getting her wind back, and a look of horror and disgust
comes to her face.[22]
OOC Summary
Reichi Sari is in Lasthold, Scourg Barrow, in a chamber with none other than
Mannimarco himself.
----[23]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 16 2006, 11:01 PM)
[24] 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.
[26]
With the appearance of Mannimarco, Reichi's fur bristled, and he snarled again,
holding his holy blade close. Mannimarco was no doubt extremely powerful, but
he was sure they could beat him. Afterall, he had to kill them all to win. All
they had to was break the stone, and hopefully get out alive.
It always sounds so simple... he thought to himself. [27]
Jana's Diary
it has been a while since I last wrote in my diary, the recent events in
Hammerfall have caught me over. However, it might be worthwhile to report what
has happened. I recieved a letter from Llana, her business has dropped
considerablly since the whole Mannimarco incident got out of hand. Shes
lamenting to me in a letter that shes loosing money and is planning to move on
once her contract with the Khajiit twins is up.
I also had the pleasure of Bumping into my old friend, Indoril Faryon at
boodrum. What he was doing outside of Kragenmoor is beyond me, but he did
mention he sent troops to face Mannimarco, although he saw it as a lost cause,
and did not expect his troops to return. He seemed pretty upset over this fact,
I think he actually really cares about his troops welfare. Anyway, when i
questioned him on why he was in Bodrum, he just directed my question away from
me. But he did mention he enjoyed his world journey. Now, I am heading off to
the Imperial City, where as I understand it, somthing interesting is about to
happen. I guess, this is the last page of my diary, so it is time to start a
new one. Dear reader, thankyou for your time
Jana
The scout put down the book that he had been reading. Why was it left here in
the middle of the road? very puzzling, he thought, as he continued along the
road to Gideon [28]
[29] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 09:34 PM)
[30] Bosriel continued forward, flying through
the mound, and soon Loranna and Arynel were following, passing through the
walls. Below them stretched a multitude of chambers, some large and
ornate with intricately decorated walls, some cavernous and filled with water
and thigns moving under the surface, some seemingly stretching to as far as the
eye could see, holding ancient pyramids amid a sea of sand ...
Figures could be seen in several of the chambers; at the speed the two were
traveling though, nothing could be made out of the figures they saw - though
Loranna gritted her teeth as they passed over a long, narrow chamber full of
kneeling figures ...
... and then, with a suddenness that left Loranna and Arynel both gasping for
breath, they were actually IN one of the chambers - a natural stone chimney,
with a crack in the wall and an arched passageway about thirty feet over their
heads, the floor covered in small round pellets of a most disagreeable odor.
Loranna looks around, getting her wind back, and a look of horror and disgust
comes to her face.
[32]
"What is it? What's wrong?" Arynel asked seeing the impression on
Loranna's face.
The Breton tried to regain his bearings, and looked around. [33]
[34] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 10:36 PM)
[35] "What is it? What's
wrong?" Arynel asked seeing the impression on Loranna's face.
The Breton tried to regain his bearings, and looked around.
[37]
High overhead, chittering and flapping sounds can be heard.
"The monkies," Loranna says, hastily casting protective spells over
Arynel and herself. "The most nasty, hideous creatures on all of Tamriel
..."
Something furry swooped through the air, heading for the Breton; a surprisingly
human-like face leered at him, tiny, cruel, eyes glaring with hate. Two long,
skinny, man-like limbs grasped at him as it's leathery wings beat the air.
It opened its mouth, revealing savage, needle-like teeth dripping with green
poison, and snapped at Arynel, while shrieks echoed above the two adventurers.
Loranna cursed long and loud, yelling "Watch out!" as two more
winged, furry shapes descended from the heights of the stone chimney to hurl
themselves at her ...
[38]
[39] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 09:44 PM)
[40] High overhead, chittering and flapping
sounds can be heard.
"The monkies," Loranna says, hastily casting protective spells over
Arynel and herself. "The most nasty, hideous creatures on all of
Tamriel ..."
Something furry swooped through the air, heading for the Breton; a surprisingly
human-like face leered at him, tiny, cruel, eyes glaring with hate. Two long,
skinny, man-like limbs grasped at him as it's leathery wings beat the air.
It opened its mouth, revealing savage, needle-like teeth dripping with green
poison, and snapped at Arynel, while shrieks echoed above the two adventurers.
Loranna cursed long and loud, yelling "Watch out!" as two more
winged, furry shapes descended from the heights of the stone chimney to hurl
themselves at her ...
[42]
Arynel dodged the assault and moved his hands in a quick but delebrate motion.
"Close your eyes!" The Breton yelled before casting a blind spell. [43]
[44] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 10:46 PM)
[45] Arynel dodged the assault and moved his
hands in a quick but delebrate motion.
"Close your eyes!" The Breton yelled before casting a blind
spell.
[47]
Loranna was ducking, avoiding the incoming monkies headed for her; at Arnyel's
command she closed her eyes, and thus was spared the loss of vision the
Breton's spell inflicted upon the monkies.
The monkey that had missed Arynel shrieked again, flying headlong into the
stone wall and falling to the ground in an undignified lump. The other two
monkies avoided smashing into anything but proved easy prey for a well-placed
frost blast from Loranna.
"Thank the Nine these things are weak," she says, "but there's a
lot of them!" As if to underscore her point, more monkies descend from the
upper darkness to harry the two humans, and from the sounds of it many more are
waiting above.
"Are you claustophobic?!" Loranna demands as she casts resist poison
on herself and Arynel, dodging flying monkies and lashing out with frost
blasts.[48]
[49] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 09:53 PM)
[50] Loranna was ducking, avoiding the incoming
monkies headed for her; at Arnyel's command she closed her eyes, and thus was
spared the loss of vision the Breton's spell inflicted upon the monkies.
The monkey that had missed Arynel shrieked again, flying headlong into the
stone wall and falling to the ground in an undignified lump. The other
two monkies avoided smashing into anything but proved easy prey for a
well-placed frost blast from Loranna.
"Thank the Nine these things are weak," she says, "but there's a
lot of them!" As if to underscore her point, more monkies descend
from the upper darkness to harry the two humans, and from the sounds of it many
more are waiting above.
"Are you claustophobic?!" Loranna demands as she casts resist poison
on herself and Arynel, dodging flying monkies and lashing out with frost
blasts.
[52]
"Xenophobic," Arynel replied through gritted teeth.
The Breton gritted his teeth and pulled a small dagger from his belt before
being enveloped by the green aura of a sanctuary spell.[53]
[54] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 10:56 PM)
[55] "Xenophobic," Arynel replied
through gritted teeth.
The Breton gritted his teeth and pulled a small dagger from his belt before
being enveloped by the green aura of a sanctuary spell.
[57]
"Explains a lot ..." Loranna mutters, as yet another monkey swoops in
at her; this one actually manages to land on her shoulders, but its teeth don't
penetrate her shield.
"The crack is a passageway out of here, but it's long and narrow,"
Loranna says, grabbing the offending monkey and absorbing all its health in a
single spell. "We can get out that way, unless you want to fight off
monkies all night!"
Even as she speaks, the air is becoming thick with monkies; Loranna unleashes a
few frostball spells to literally freeze several of them in their tracks, but
for every monkey she drops, two more seem to take its place. [58]
[59] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:01 PM)
[60] "Explains a lot ..." Loranna
mutters, as yet another monkey swoops in at her; this one actually manages to
land on her shoulders, but its teeth don't penetrate her shield.
"The crack is a passageway out of here, but it's long and narrow,"
Loranna says, grabbing the offending monkey and absorbing all its health in a
single spell. "We can get out that way, unless you want to fight off
monkies all night!"
Even as she speaks, the air is becoming thick with monkies; Loranna unleashes a
few frostball spells to literally freeze several of them in their tracks, but
for every monkey she drops, two more seem to take its place.
[62]
Arynel did not answer verbally but ran headlong towards the crack, pausing only
to cast a paralysis spell on the diving primates. [63]
[64] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 11:03 PM)
[65] Arynel did not answer verbally but ran headlong towards the crack, pausing only to cast a paralysis spell on the diving primates.
[67]
Three more monkies slam into the floor, caught by Arynel's paralysis spell; as
he runs for the crack, he can hear more monkies hitting the ground, thanks to
Loranna's magic.
Arynel can now see that he sides of the pit did not fit perfectly flush with
the slab of stone forming the floor; the crack was four or five feet long but
only a foot or less in height, at floor level, and almost completely covered by
the brown pellets. The pellets, however, were easy enough to push aside,
revealing the passage Loranna spoke of.
Loranna had understated when she said the passage was narrow; the 'tunnel' was
nothing more than the tiny space left between two huge sheets of rock. Arynel
couldn't even take a deep breath, and had to keep his head turned sideways and
inch along using his fingertips and feet.
As Arynel inches forward, he can hear a massive discharge of magic behind him,
followed by the sounds of many bodies hitting the ground. Soon after, Loranna
is calling after him "Keep moving; I'm coming in."
[68]
[69] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:11 PM)
[70] Three more monkies slam into the floor,
caught by Arynel's paralysis spell; as he runs for the crack, he can hear more
monkies hitting the ground, thanks to Loranna's magic.
Arynel can now see that he sides of the pit did not fit perfectly flush with
the slab of stone forming the floor; the crack was four or five feet long but
only a foot or less in height, at floor level, and almost completely covered by
the brown pellets. The pellets, however, were easy enough to push aside,
revealing the passage Loranna spoke of.
Loranna had understated when she said the passage was narrow; the 'tunnel' was
nothing more than the tiny space left between two huge sheets of rock.
Arynel couldn't even take a deep breath, and had to keep his head turned
sideways and inch along using his fingertips and feet.
As Arynel inches forward, he can hear a massive discharge of magic behind him,
followed by the sounds of many bodies hitting the ground. Soon after,
Loranna is calling after him "Keep moving; I'm coming in."
[72]
Arynel became disoriented in the tight space, but the Breton continued forward.
"Are you coming," He called back to Loranna, "or are you set on
appeasing the monkeys?"[73]
[74] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 11:14 PM)
[75] Arynel became disoriented in the tight
space, but the Breton continued forward.
"Are you coming," He called back to Loranna, "or are you set on
appeasing the monkeys?"
[77]
Loranna punched Arynel lightly in the foot. "I had my fill of these things
the last time; just keep moving," she said, muttering "Should have
called him the Sour Bard instead ..."
Still, Loranna reflected with a Nordic grin, she could at least understand
Arynel perfectly now. Maybe his inscrutability had been Allie's fault.
The tunnel quickly became pitch black. There was no room for a light, and no
room to move one's elbows to cast a spell. Behind Arynel, the scraping sounds
of nail and fur against stone can be heard.
'Ugh; and I'm still barefoot," Loranna muttered, as the scraping sounds
got closer. "Arynel dear, no offense, but crawl faster!"
[78]
[79] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:20 PM)
[80] Loranna punched Arynel lightly in the
foot. "I had my fill of these things the last time; just keep
moving," she said, muttering "Should have called him the Sour Bard
instead ..."
Still, Loranna reflected with a Nordic grin, she could at least understand
Arynel perfectly now. Maybe his inscrutability had been Allie's fault.
The tunnel quickly became pitch black. There was no room for a light, and no
room to move one's elbows to cast a spell. Behind Arynel, the scraping
sounds of nail and fur against stone can be heard.
'Ugh; and I'm still barefoot," Loranna muttered, as the scraping sounds
got closer. "Arynel dear, no offense, but crawl faster!"
[82]
It was hard to manuever in such a tight space, but Arynel did his best to go
faster as Loranna had ordered.
"When does this thing end?" The Breton asked. [83]
[84] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 11:24 PM)
[85] It was hard to manuever in such a tight
space, but Arynel did his best to go faster as Loranna had ordered.
"When does this thing end?" The Breton asked.
[87]
"Oh Dibella I forget how long it was," Loranna groaned. "We were
crawling for what felt like forever ... uh, try wishing yourself to move
faster; this is a dream after all ..."
For a dream, however, the tunnel felt all too vividly real, slick mud lining
the bottom of the tunnel and hard rock much, much too close overhead. Arynel
can hear Loranna growl behind him and the chittering of the monkies, followed
by the sounds of Loranna kicking backward with all her strength.
Somewhere in the seemingly endless crawl, Arynel lost sense of Loranna behind
him, but shortly thereafter, and with no warning, with no warning, his hand
reached wide open air, not rock.
Feeling around a bit, Arynel found that the crack opened onto a much larger
space, the floor of which was slick limestone and fell away at a wild angle.
Behind him, he could still hear very faint chittering, and a muttered curse.[88]
[89] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:31 PM)
[90] "Oh Dibella I forget how long it
was," Loranna groaned. "We were crawling for what felt like
forever ... uh, try wishing yourself to move faster; this is a dream after all
..."
For a dream, however, the tunnel felt all too vividly real, slick mud lining
the bottom of the tunnel and hard rock much, much too close overhead.
Arynel can hear Loranna growl behind him and the chittering of the monkies,
followed by the sounds of Loranna kicking backward with all her strength.
Somewhere in the seemingly endless crawl, Arynel lost sense of Loranna behind
him, but shortly thereafter, and with no warning, with no warning, his hand
reached wide open air, not rock.
Feeling around a bit, Arynel found that the crack opened onto a much larger
space, the floor of which was slick limestone and fell away at a wild
angle. Behind him, he could still hear very faint chittering, and a
muttered curse.
[92]
Arynel rolled unexpectedly into the new room, then came to his feet and turned
around.
"Are you alright?" The Breton asked. [93]
[94] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 11:33 PM)
[95] Arynel rolled unexpectedly into the new
room, then came to his feet and turned around.
"Are you alright?" The Breton asked.
[97]
It took another few moments for Loranna to finally poke her head out of the
hole, and she drew a long, deep breath; her skin looked faintly green however.
"It was ... easier, this time," she said, laughing a bit and flopping
out of the hole with surprising grace. "Watch your step dear; you're on
the only flat surface in the whole cave ..."
With a wave of her hand, Loranna illuminated the cavern she and Arynel had just
entered; a wildly tilting floor rose to meet an equally wildly tilting ceiling,
eighty feet above. Beautiful strands of stone, ghostly white in Loranna's
light, ran from the floor to the ceiling. The walls resembled curtains made of
limestone. Arynel could see he was indeed on the only level patch of ground as
far as the eye could see.
Down, however, was a bit disconcerting. The floor sloped downward for about ten
feet, then suddenly opened up onto a yawning chasm just as deep as the ceiling
was tall. Oddly, the chasm was lit somehow from below, and just as brightly as
the cave itself.
"There's a pool of water below," Loranna said, turning and firing a
frost spell back into the hole. "Something of a shore, too; we can rest
here ..." She puts a hand to her chest. "Damnit; my resist poison
spell isn't holding up too well ..."[98]
[99] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 10:40 PM)
[100] It took another few
moments for Loranna to finally poke her head out of the hole, and she drew a
long, deep breath; her skin looked faintly green however.
"It was ... easier, this time," she said, laughing a bit and flopping
out of the hole with surprising grace. "Watch your step dear; you're
on the only flat surface in the whole cave ..."
With a wave of her hand, Loranna illuminated the cavern she and Arynel had just
entered; a wildly tilting floor rose to meet an equally wildly tilting ceiling,
eighty feet above. Beautiful strands of stone, ghostly white in Loranna's
light, ran from the floor to the ceiling. The walls resembled curtains made of
limestone. Arynel could see he was indeed on the only level patch of
ground as far as the eye could see.
Down, however, was a bit disconcerting. The floor sloped downward for about ten
feet, then suddenly opened up onto a yawning chasm just as deep as the ceiling
was tall. Oddly, the chasm was lit somehow from below, and just as brightly as
the cave itself.
"There's a pool of water below," Loranna said, turning and firing a
frost spell back into the hole. "Something of a shore, too; we can
rest here ..." She puts a hand to her chest. "Damnit; my
resist poison spell isn't holding up too well ..."
[102]
Arynel stood where he was, gazing into the pit below.
"How do we get out of here?" The Breton asked. [103]
[104] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 16 2006, 11:42 PM)
[105] Arynel stood where he
was, gazing into the pit below.
"How do we get out of here?" The Breton asked.
[107]
"There's another tunnel under the water," Loranna said as she cured
herself. "Much easier to navigate; I think it opened into a waterfall but
a well-timed levitation spell can handle that."
As she paused to catch her breath, she shook her head. "No wait, that
comes later; this pool leads to an island, someplace where we can rest. The
water's cold, but that's a good thing; the monkies don't like the cold."
Casting water breathing on herself and Arynel, Loranna led the way.
The water was very cold, just like Loranna said, but thankfully it was only
about neck deep. Under the water, an opening dipped under the far wall, and
another cave opened up just a couple of yards further along.
Although not exactly flat, and still covered with delicate columns of dripping
limestone, the next cave had enough room for everyone to comfortably stand...
or at least sit, for the ceiling was a bit low.
Past that, there was a generous crack in the wall, about chest level from the
floor, and it seemed to slope down into yet more water.
"Here," Loranna said, indicating the cave they just entered. "We
can rest here." She looked about ready for a rest, in fact.[108]
Loranna's Dream,
the Vaults of Gemin
On this small space of mostly wet rock, signs of recent occupancy could be
seen. Some dry spots where, apparently, people had sat, some ripped out weeds
and a lone piece of cloth, forgotten in the vault. At the center of the cave,
however a stones was neatly arranged into a pile, and were glowing with an
inner heat, enough to warm a pair of adventurers when they sat close to the
stones. [109]
Arynel sat beside the
heat radiating stones, mumbling something about wet clothes.
"How long before we go?" The Breton asked Loranna. [110]
[111] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 12:00 AM)
[112] Arynel sat beside the
heat radiating stones, mumbling something about wet clothes.
"How long before we go?" The Breton asked Loranna.
[114]
Loranna smiled as she moved close tothe stones, settling in as comfortably as
she could.
"I don't know," she admitted to Arynel. "Whenever the doG
decides to whisk us to the next part of the trip, I suppose. Or maybe we're meant
to find our way out of here like I did originally ..."
She stretched. "In either event though, it'd be good to rest up; getting
out of here, if I remember, was kind of rough," she added. "Strong
water currents and stuff; I remember being tugged along with no real control
..."
She sighed, warming her hands. "I guess I should apologize; I think I
whisked you away before you had a most enlightening talk with Allie," she
said to Arynel, though her expression was one of bemusement more than anything
else.[115]
[116] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 11:06 PM)
[117] Loranna smiled as she
moved close tothe stones, settling in as comfortably as she could.
"I don't know," she admitted to Arynel. "Whenever the doG
decides to whisk us to the next part of the trip, I suppose. Or maybe
we're meant to find our way out of here like I did originally ..."
She stretched. "In either event though, it'd be good to rest up;
getting out of here, if I remember, was kind of rough," she added.
"Strong water currents and stuff; I remember being tugged along with no
real control ..."
She sighed, warming her hands. "I guess I should apologize; I think
I whisked you away before you had a most enlightening talk with Allie,"
she said to Arynel, though her expression was one of bemusement more than
anything else.
[119]
Arynel shivered in his wet clothes, listening to what Loranna said.
"You speak of things that you say would happen soon," the Breton
began, "but they will not, there is something else here now." [120]
[121] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 12:09 AM)
[122] Arynel shivered in his
wet clothes, listening to what Loranna said.
"You speak of things that you say would happen soon," the Breton
began, "but they will not, there is something else here now."
[124]
Loranna's face softened as she saw Arynel shiver, and she weaved a small
cantrip to warm him, and to help dry out his clothes.
"Maybe you're right ..." she said thoughtfully. "Ever since you
spoke to me and me back in White Haven, things have been much different than I
remembered." Her lips curl into a contemplative smile. "Heh; you've
knocked the cart off the rails, Arynel. Who knows what comes next?"[125]
[126] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 11:19 PM)
[127] Loranna's face
softened as she saw Arynel shiver, and she weaved a small cantrip to warm him,
and to help dry out his clothes.
"Maybe you're right ..." she said thoughtfully. "Ever
since you spoke to me and me back in White Haven, things have been much
different than I remembered." Her lips curl into a contemplative
smile. "Heh; you've knocked the cart off the rails, Arynel.
Who knows what comes next?"
[129]
"Me?" Arynel asked, turning to look at Loranna, "you're the one
who came back."
The Breton's gaze lingered on her for a bit, but he looked again towards the
stones. [130]
[131] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 12:21 AM)
[132] "Me?"
Arynel asked, turning to look at Loranna, "you're the one who came
back."
The Breton's gaze lingered on her for a bit, but he looked again towards the
stones.
[134]
Loranna wondered what Arynel was thinking, but reading thoughts was a gift she
left behind in an earlier life and in any event, she didn't think it would have
been wise to try.
Besides, she thought to herself with a sudden frown, her younger self wanted to
do away with her ...
"I suppose you're right," she said, sighing quietly. "I did come
back. And my earlier self quite despises me. Yet I was embracing her when you
found us, wasn't I? So what does that say about me, other than the obvious that
can be inferred by the company I came with to the tavern in the first
place?"[135]
[136] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 11:30 PM)
[137] Loranna wondered what
Arynel was thinking, but reading thoughts was a gift she left behind in an
earlier life and in any event, she didn't think it would have been wise to try.
Besides, she thought to herself with a sudden frown, her younger self wanted to
do away with her ...
"I suppose you're right," she said, sighing quietly. "I
did come back. And my earlier self quite despises me. Yet I was
embracing her when you found us, wasn't I? So what does that say about
me, other than the obvious that can be inferred by the company I came with to
the tavern in the first place?"
[139]
Arynel nodded slowly as Loranna spoke.
"It means your arms aren't as long as your hands would reach," the
Breton said. [140]
[141] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 12:32 AM)
[142] Arynel nodded slowly
as Loranna spoke.
"It means your arms aren't as long as your hands would reach," the
Breton said.
[144]
"Now you're sounding familiar," Loranna said, smiling. "I forget
if I've told you this already, but I've always loved your gift for words. I've
been missing that ..."
She paused for a moment, thinking. "Supposing the doG's left us to our own
devices, where do you think we should go next? Assuming my memory can actually
lead us out of these Vaults?"[145]
[146] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 11:42 PM)
[147] "Now you're
sounding familiar," Loranna said, smiling. "I forget if I've
told you this already, but I've always loved your gift for words. I've
been missing that ..."
She paused for a moment, thinking. "Supposing the doG's left us to
our own devices, where do you think we should go next? Assuming my memory
can actually lead us out of these Vaults?"
[149]
"Why did you go to the vaults before?" Arynel asked.
"I suppose you should do whatever needs to be done," the Breton
added. [150]
[151] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 12:44 AM)
[152] "Why did you go
to the vaults before?" Arynel asked.
"I suppose you should do whatever needs to be done," the Breton
added.
[154]
"That suggests either Sentinel or Cyrodiil, to me," Loranna mused.
"Why was I here before? The short version is, we were searching for the
legendary Flamekiss, which we needed to save the world from Azura," she
says. "The longer version is essentially the same, it just spends a lot of
time detailing how much of Azura's threat was my fault."[155]
[156] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 16 2006, 11:51 PM)
[157] "That suggests
either Sentinel or Cyrodiil, to me," Loranna mused.
"Why was I here before? The short version is, we were searching for
the legendary Flamekiss, which we needed to save the world from Azura,"
she says. "The longer version is essentially the same, it just
spends a lot of time detailing how much of Azura's threat was my fault."
[159]
"There is not a single event in the history of man or mer that is
isolated, all things reflect what has come before." Arynel said.
After falling silent for a moment, the Breton spoke again, "I am not
bothered where we go next, it does not seem that you know how we could return
to the way things were." [160]
[161] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 12:54 AM)
[162] "There is not a
single event in the history of man or mer that is isolated, all things reflect
what has come before." Arynel said.
After falling silent for a moment, the Breton spoke again, "I am not
bothered where we go next, it does not seem that you know how we could return
to the way things were."
[164]
Loranna smiles sadly. "I could try taking us back to White Haven, but what
assurance do we have that would work?" she says.
" ... Let's rest for now; when we're ready we'll make our way out of here,
and see where we end up," Loranna says, turning to lie on her side.
"And thank you dear, for being here. I have missed your company."
With that, Loranna tried to get some rest, though her thoughts kept straying
back to her encounter with her younger self, and what she had experienced while
trapped under her foot, before Sheogorath came and reset the scene.
You no longer possess me, Azura, but you'll never accept that, will you?
Loranna thought as she closed her eyes. Someday, you're going to try and
take me back, make me what I used to be ... no, even worse; make me into the
girl who would eat her own CHIM in your name and offer it up to you.
Small wonder you chose me as your vessel the first time around ...[165]
Vaan's
Summary:
Vaan is in Kalaan, having just helped to defeat a dragon and probably about to
face an army of the dead. [166]
*...Summary...*
Osa and Ora are with the Vanguard in Scourg Barrow, about to face off with the
God of Worms himself, Mannimarco...the problem however is even if the group
manages to defeat Mannimarco, the vortex created by the destroyed Blightstone
will probably kill them all...Osa however has other ideas, even as a fiendish
grin works it's way across her face as she grips the Scroll she's carrying a
little tighter [167]
Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"As you can see, you've failed," Mannimarco told the assembled group.
Cracks had begun appearing in the Blightstone in his taloned hands as he held
them. "None of you will survive this, and I will replenish those
Blightstones you destroyed a hundred fold. My Empire of Death will soon be the
only Empire in Nirn."[168]
[169] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:52 AM)
[170] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"As you can see, you've failed," Mannimarco told the assembled
group. Cracks had begun appearing in the Blightstone in his taloned hands
as he held them. "None of you will survive this, and I will replenish
those Blightstones you destroyed a hundred fold. My Empire of Death will
soon be the only Empire in Nirn."
[172]
Ora bravely steps forward, Sword in hand, towards Mannimarco "I think
you've done enough damage, oh Worm God, perhaps you should return to your
slumbers...for as long as any draw breath on Nirn, you can never hope for
absolute victory" as she points her Sword towards him
Osa stands hesitantily by, impressed by Ora's brashness and courage...she also
notes that she seems to be speaking like someone who's willing to die for what
she believes in...to Osa however, thats a scary thought[173]
[174] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 12:52 PM)
[175] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"As you can see, you've failed," Mannimarco told the assembled
group. Cracks had begun appearing in the Blightstone in his taloned hands
as he held them. "None of you will survive this, and I will replenish
those Blightstones you destroyed a hundred fold. My Empire of Death will
soon be the only Empire in Nirn."
[177]
Dayla blinks, feeling a malaise of despair grip her heart. All this effort, and
Mannimarco won in the end ...
Anya, I'm sorry; I failed to protect you ... she thinks, blood tears
dripping from her eyes as she hopelessly raises her arms, casting what
shielding magic she knows ...
Gram, in the meantime, sees death looming over them all, and decides to meet it
as a true Son of the Wind. "For Kyne and Nirn and all Tamriel!" he
roars, raising Spellbreaker and throwing himself into a sudden charge. The
legendary shield, facing a spellcaster, backed by the blessing of Mannimarco's
Enemy Arkay, emits a flash of pure white light that streaks toward the King of
Worms even as Gram follows close behind ...
... What? Dayla thinks, surprised by Gram's sudden charge. What's he
doing?! [178]
Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"My soul is my own again," Goranthir said, glaring at Mannimarco.
"Your pact is destroyed. We have not failed."
"You think Geht was anyone but you, fool?" Mannimarco chuckled, and
then turned towards Ora at her words, and then towards Gram, regarding the
blast of white power with his expressionless doll's face.[179]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 02:06 PM)
[180] Dayla blinks, feeling
a malaise of despair grip her heart. All this effort, and Mannimarco won
in the end ...
Anya, I'm sorry; I failed to protect you ... she thinks, blood tears
dripping from her eyes as she hopelessly raises her arms, casting what
shielding magic she knows ...
Gram, in the meantime, sees death looming over them all, and decides to meet it
as a true Son of the Wind. "For Kyne and Nirn and all Tamriel!"
he roars, raising Spellbreaker and throwing himself into a sudden charge.
The legendary shield, facing a spellcaster, backed by the blessing of
Mannimarco's Enemy Arkay, emits a flash of pure white light that streaks toward
the King of Worms even as Gram follows close behind ...
... What? Dayla thinks, surprised by Gram's sudden charge. What's
he doing?!
[182]
The surging energy of black necromancy and white magicka simultaneously
exploded and imploded.
The wave of force threw one and all against the walls, shattering the
Blightstones in the shelves, and then almost as soon as that happened, the
implosion pulled one and all towards the center of the room where the King of
Worms had just stood, but was now gone.
Red-Rock-Shadow was the first to be pulled into the implosion.
She vanished into nothingness. [183]
[184] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 10:15 AM)
[185] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
"My soul is my own again," Goranthir said, glaring at Mannimarco.
"Your pact is destroyed. We have not failed."
"You think Geht was anyone but you, fool?" Mannimarco chuckled, and
then turned towards Ora at her words, and then towards Gram, regarding the
blast of white power with his expressionless doll's face.
The surging energy of black necromancy and white magicka simultaneously
exploded and imploded.
The wave of force threw one and all against the walls, shattering the
Blightstones in the shelves, and then almost as soon as that happened, the
implosion pulled one and all towards the center of the room where the King of Worms
had just stood, but was now gone.
Red-Rock-Shadow was the first to be pulled into the implosion.
She vanished into nothingness.
[187]
The fierce force they were thrown into the wall with knocked Osa
unconcious...the ensuing pull towards the center of the room encompasses both
sisters as they fade into darkness, Ora clawing for whatever manner of ground
she could before the Darkness sucks them both in[188]
Loranna's Dream[189]
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 01:54 AM)
[190] "There is not a single event in the history of man or mer that is isolated, all things reflect what has come before." Arynel said.
[192]
As Loranna and Arynel spoke, they noticed cracks appearing all over the cavern
walls, sending in murky sunlight and rain from the thunderstorm outside.
One of the sunlight beams dropped on the face and form of the Mad Dog, standing
on the island with them.
"Wise words, bard, but what do I know of those?" Sheogorath mused,
smiling. "At this moment, a hero is being resurrected by his love, and
reality itself is shattering."
There were strange energies in the air, pulsing through the cavern, subtle but
perceptible.
[193]
[194] QUOTE(One87xe @ Mar 17 2006, 01:19 PM)
[195] The fierce force they were thrown into the wall with knocked Osa unconcious...the ensuing pull towards the center of the room encompasses both sisters as they fade into darkness, Ora clawing for whatever manner of ground she could before the Darkness sucks them both in
[197]
Gram, having been charging directly into the maelstrom, disappears a split
second after Red-Rock-Shadow and the sisters. Had Mannimarco been able to see
his face, he would have seen a fierce, triumphant Nordic grin. Gram's last
thought was to ask Kyne Let me see my grandson when he is born to bless his
birth, and I shall be the happiest soul in all of Sovngarde.
Dayla cries out in fear when the implosion starts sucking people in, and she
throws herself at Anya, trying desperately to push her out of the area of
effect. But there is no escape and with bloodstained eyes Dayla is sucked into
the vortex of Darkness.[198]
[199] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 02:42 PM)
[200] Gram, having been
charging directly into the maelstrom, disappears a split second after
Red-Rock-Shadow and the sisters. Had Mannimarco been able to see his
face, he would have seen a fierce, triumphant Nordic grin. Gram's last
thought was to ask Kyne Let me see my grandson when he is born to bless his
birth, and I shall be the happiest soul in all of Sovngarde.
Dayla cries out in fear when the implosion starts sucking people in, and she
throws herself at Anya, trying desperately to push her out of the area of
effect. But there is no escape and with bloodstained eyes Dayla is sucked
into the vortex of Darkness.
[202]
Goranthir's Kynarine ring has kept him on sturdy ground, but he rushes about,
trying desperately to hold onto his friends, and keep them from the implosion.
The force is too strong in such a narrow area, and one by one, their hands slip
through his, and they fall to the center of the room to their doom.
Goranthir is the last to go. By measured step, he walks to the vortex, and
steps in.
The room falls to silence.
[203]
[204] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 02:15 PM)
[205] Lasthold, Scourg
Barrow
The wave of force threw one and all against the walls, shattering the
Blightstones in the shelves, and then almost as soon as that happened, the
implosion pulled one and all towards the center of the room where the King of
Worms had just stood, but was now gone.
Red-Rock-Shadow was the first to be pulled into the implosion.
She vanished into nothingness.
[207]
"Chalovk!" Hesek screeched. He dove for her to try to stop her from being
pulled in, but it was too late. He clattered across the ground as the force
pulled him in. His final though was wondering what waited for him on the other
side. [208]
[209] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 01:40 PM)
[210] Loranna's Dream
As Loranna and Arynel spoke, they noticed cracks appearing all over the cavern
walls, sending in murky sunlight and rain from the thunderstorm outside.
One of the sunlight beams dropped on the face and form of the Mad Dog, standing
on the island with them.
"Wise words, bard, but what do I know of those?" Sheogorath mused,
smiling. "At this moment, a hero is being resurrected by his love, and
reality itself is shattering."
There were strange energies in the air, pulsing through the cavern, subtle but
perceptible.
[212]
Loranna sits up at the sound of Sheogorath's voice, now noticing the cracks
along the walls.
" ... Nine, Tris, Sir Ceil," Loranna breathes, chills running down
her spine. " ... I don't remember this happening though ..."
Then again, Loranna reflects, she'd been rather occupied at that time, facing
off against the dopplegangers ...
Thinking of that fight, long ago to her, brought back thoughts of her friends,
and she wonders again how they're faring in the waking world - and how she'll
ever rejoin them, since she had no clue what the daM doG meant to do with this
dream.[213]
Nothingness.
The heroes are dead.
They find themselves as spirits in the stars, like Gods.
And yet ...
[214]
The Afterworld[215]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 02:56 PM)
[216] And yet ...
[218]
Goranthir, a white-shaded translucent spirit, the last of the heroes of Scourg
Barrow to enter the vortex, looks to his fellow floating spirits among the
stars.
The moment of death had not been painful, it had been too quick and too total.
Everyone was there: Gram, Dayla, Slashes, Osa, Ora, Shaka, Nalion, Slyvos,
Anya, Athaso, Reichi, Sivartus, Tsei, Isidor, Ingmar, Valerius ...
Everyone, it seemed, except Red-Rock-Shadow.
That was strange, but it didn't bother Goranthir too much. His body felt full
of light, and yet ... he didn't feel bliss. There was regret and worry. Now
that they were all dead, and he was sure they were, what would happen down in
Nirn? Would Mannimarco prove triumphant? [219]
Loranna's Dream[220]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 02:54 PM)
[221] Loranna sits up at the
sound of Sheogorath's voice, now noticing the cracks along the walls.
" ... Nine, Tris, Sir Ceil," Loranna breathes, chills running down
her spine. " ... I don't remember this happening though
..."
Then again, Loranna reflects, she'd been rather occupied at that time, facing
off against the dopplegangers ...
Thinking of that fight, long ago to her, brought back thoughts of her friends,
and she wonders again how they're faring in the waking world - and how she'll
ever rejoin them, since she had no clue what the daM doG meant to do with this
dream.
[223]
With a wave of his hand, the walls around them faded. Several rooms away, there
were the frozen forms of the heroes battling their dopplegangers. Teleran, as a
man, staring into a glowing orb, unmoving. Nalion firing a lightning bolt,
stuck in time, the forks shimmering unmoving in the air, about to strike. Dante
in mid-charge. Reichi in mid air too, having just clawed at False Nalion. The
past Loranna, no longer Loranna-Azura, but still a year younger than Loranna
the witness, her hands glowing as she casts a healing spell.
And there is Tris, cradling the body of Ciel, his lips moving as he has just
finishing whispering the string of power. [224]
Pie [225]
[226] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 01:24 PM)
[227] Loranna's Dream
With a wave of his hand, the walls around them faded. Several rooms away,
there were the frozen forms of the heroes battling their dopplegangers.
Teleran, as a man, staring into a glowing orb, unmoving. Nalion firing a
lightning bolt, stuck in time, the forks shimmering unmoving in the air, about
to strike. Dante in mid-charge. Reichi in mid air too, having just
clawed at False Nalion. The past Loranna, no longer Loranna-Azura, but
still a year younger than Loranna the witness, her hands glowing as she casts a
healing spell.
And there is Tris, cradling the body of Ciel, his lips moving as he has just
finishing whispering the strong of power.
[229]
Arynel immediatly lurched forward, but then quickly halted.
Turning to Loranna the Breton said, "you know this better than I." [230]
[231] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 03:04 PM)
[232] The Afterworld
Everyone, it seemed, except Red-Rock-Shadow.
That was strange, but it didn't bother Goranthir too much. His body felt
full of light, and yet ... he didn't feel bliss. There was regret and
worry. Now that they were all dead, and he was sure they were, what would
happen down in Nirn? Would Mannimarco prove triumphant?
[234]
Slashes-With-Claws looked about. "Chalovk? Chalovk?!" He called out.
Where was she? Where was he for that matter?
"Are we really dead? Or is this another place?" He decided on an
experiment. If they were really dead he should not be able to be hurt. He
pressed the claws of his left hand into his palm. [235]
[236] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 03:31 PM)
[237] Arynel immediatly
lurched forward, but then quickly halted.
Turning to Loranna the Breton said, "you know this better than I."
[239]
"My dear bard, we're establishing right now how little you know about the
things you know about," the Mad God chuckled.
Around them, the dungeon of the Vaults of Gemin faded even further, blurring
into gray.
[240]
[241] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 02:24 PM)
[242] Loranna's Dream
With a wave of his hand, the walls around them faded. Several rooms away,
there were the frozen forms of the heroes battling their dopplegangers.
Teleran, as a man, staring into a glowing orb, unmoving. Nalion firing a
lightning bolt, stuck in time, the forks shimmering unmoving in the air, about
to strike. Dante in mid-charge. Reichi in mid air too, having just
clawed at False Nalion. The past Loranna, no longer Loranna-Azura, but
still a year younger than Loranna the witness, her hands glowing as she casts a
healing spell.
And there is Tris, cradling the body of Ciel, his lips moving as he has just
finishing whispering the string of power.
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 02:31 PM)
[246] Arynel immediatly
lurched forward, but then quickly halted.
Turning to Loranna the Breton said, "you know this better than I."
[248]
"The older you would know it better than either of us," Loranna said,
staring at the panaroma before her. "This just caused a break in Arkay's
sphere; Sir Ciel is now listed as both dead and alive in his Book of Life and
Death. Eventually, the break will grow, threatening all Creation, until we fix
it ..."
She steps forward, staring at Tris cradling Ciel. "He didn't stop to
think, he just did it - if he hadn't, Azura would have won," she
says, as if trying to defend Tris. "Without this moment, all would have
been lost ..."[249]
[250] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 03:04 PM)
[253]
"You followed us into death also, Goran? You didn't have to. . . ."
Shaka felt regret that he didn't know whether Mannimarco had been defeated; he
would also miss being flesh.
"I expected to be judged, assuming there would even be a life after
death," he mused to the others. "Sorry that this isn't Sovngarde,
Gram." [254]
[255] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 03:35 PM)
[256] Slashes-With-Claws
looked about. "Chalovk? Chalovk?!" He called
out. Where was she? Where was he for that matter?
"Are we really dead? Or is this another place?" He
decided on an experiment. If they were really dead he should not be able
to be hurt. He pressed the claws of his left hand into his palm.
[258]
There was no pain in Slashes's palm.
"We're dead," Goranthir said with some confidence. "We could not
have gone into that and lived."[259]
Ora floats helplessly
through the nothingness, finally opening her eyes trying to locate Osa...she
finally sees her sister, eyes closed, floating a little ahead of
her...instinctively she reaches to take Osa's hand, even though she stays just
a little ahead of her
Ramakawan
The intensity at which shes concentrating leaves Ota slightly disoriented...not
being able to get a precise location of the impending Undead Army...she had
taken a break to eat some bread, only out of focus for a scant few
minutes...when she returned to her meditation however the visions were very
different...at first a group of faceless wonderers, then the vision of an
unholy beast, tentacles and falling rocks all around it...then the vision of a
Bird, horrid and twisted with scales which seemed to sparkle in the sun, with
three lovely maidens riding upon it...then the vision of a city made of bones,
the walls which grabbed at the faceless wanderers and a Dragon made of
light...but the last vision was by far the worst: a vortex made of sapphire, a
figure made of twigs holding some kind of Rock, then a storm of darkness, then
stillness...as Ota reopens her eyes a faint whisper escapes her lips:
"Sisters?..." she says unsure of herself, Ota knew something was
wrong...very wrong...she reclosed her eyes trying to retune into her inner
vision [260]
Ramakawan,
Hammerfell
Red-Rock-Shadow appeared in the jungle valley, and ran to the fort.
"The death aura is gone! To arms!" the Argonian cried, as she ran to
commander Digitus Eros.
All her companions were dead. Hesek was dead. Red-Rock-Shadow knew it, but
couldn't think of it. She would not let their sacrifice be in vain -- mourning
could wait.[261]
[262] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 01:37 PM)
[263] "The older you
would know it better than either of us," Loranna said, staring at the
panaroma before her. "This just caused a break in Arkay's sphere;
Sir Ciel is now listed as both dead and alive in his Book of Life and
Death. Eventually, the break will grow, threatening all Creation, until
we fix it ..."
She steps forward, staring at Tris cradling Ciel. "He didn't stop to
think, he just did it - if he hadn't, Azura would have won," she
says, as if trying to defend Tris. "Without this moment, all would
have been lost ..."
[265]
Arynel nodded to Loranna in acknowledgment, but was obviously worried.
"We need to get out of here, can you recall?" the Breton asked,
preparing to cast the spell himself. [266]
[267] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 02:38 PM)
[268] "You followed us
into death also, Goran? You didn't have to. . . ."
Shaka felt regret that he didn't know whether Mannimarco had been
defeated; he would also miss being flesh.
"I expected to be judged, assuming there would even be a life after
death," he mused to the others. "Sorry that this isn't
Sovngarde, Gram."
[270]
Gram stares at his hands, muttering " ... What? This isn't how it's
supposed to be; is that blasted necromancer playing some new trick on us?"
"Trapping us, you mean?" Dayla asks, floating in the air, her snake
torso returned. " ... It could be ... if anyone could do that, it'd be him
..."[271]
[272] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 02:42 PM)
[273] Gram stares at his
hands, muttering " ... What? This isn't how it's supposed to be; is
that blasted necromancer playing some new trick on us?"
"Trapping us, you mean?" Dayla asks, floating in the air, her snake
torso returned. " ... It could be ... if anyone could do that, it'd
be him ..."
[275]
Slyvos looked upon himself, seeming emotionless at the entire incident. so,
this is what true death is like? I highly doubt it... He thought to himself
grimly. It seemed too... calm, to be the place where they dead go.
"Dayla's explaination sounds to me like it makes the most sense. The
problem is, I have no idea how he could have done it..." He said, looking
around to see if anything strange was in this... place. [276]
[277] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 02:42 PM)
[278] Arynel nodded to
Loranna in acknowledgment, but was obviously worried.
"We need to get out of here, can you recall?" the Breton asked,
preparing to cast the spell himself.
[280]
Loranna blinks. "Yes, I can, but my Mark isn't near yours ... it should be
back in Sentinel, or Ald Raathim. But we can Recall now, or use an Intervention
and stay together."
[281]
[282] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 01:46 PM)
[283] Loranna blinks. "Yes, I can, but my Mark isn't near yours ... it should be back in Sentinel, or Ald Raathim. But we can Recall now, or use an Intervention and stay together."
[285]
"Somehow I don't think it's going to matter," Arynel said.
And with a flash of light the Breton was gone. [286]
Slashes-With-Claws
refused to believe he was dead. He was young by Argonian standards and probably
had another century of life left.
"No, I will not accept that we are dead."
He concentrated on a recall spell. He had placed a mark just before they set
out on the quest. He knew recall perfectly, he could do it right every time. He
waved his hands and attempted to cast the spell. [287]
[288] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 02:47 PM)
[289] "Somehow I don't
think it's going to matter," Arynel said.
And with a flash of light the Breton was gone.
[291]
Shrugging, Loranna casts her own spell, taking on last look at Tris and Ciel
before she goes.
Then, the magic engulfs her and whisks her away.[292]
The Afterlife[293]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 03:38 PM)
[294] "You followed us into death also, Goran? You didn't have to. . . ."
[296]
"I didn't think," Goranthir said quietly. "I just couldn't stay
behind ..."
That was true. He regretted it, now that he thought about all the living he had
left behind, his sister, the other heroes of Ald Raathim, even his parents ...
But seeing all the corpses in the tower in Lasthold, and seeing his companions
going into the implosion, he just went where his heart took him ...[297]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 03:46 PM)
[298] "Dayla's explaination sounds to me like it makes the most sense. The problem is, I have no idea how he could have done it..." He said, looking around to see if anything strange was in this... place.
[300]
There was something strange happening. All around them, light was coursing
between the stars, like cracks opening up in the firmament.
And a cloud of gray was rising in the distance, sweeping towards them ... [301]
Ora through all of her
strength manages to reach the still unconcious Osa...rummaging through her Bag,
finally finding what she had been looking for: the last Scroll...as Ora wraps
her arms around her sister she whispers gently: "Pray for us sister"
[302]
And then Ota summoned pie [303]
[304] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 02:40 PM)
[305] Ramakawan,
Hammerfell
Red-Rock-Shadow appeared in the jungle valley, and ran to the fort.
"The death aura is gone! To arms!" the Argonian cried, as she
ran to commander Digitus Eros.
All her companions were dead. Hesek was dead. Red-Rock-Shadow knew
it, but couldn't think of it. She would not let their sacrifice be in
vain -- mourning could wait.
[307]
Sir Gancolm, like all the Knights of the Circle assembled for this attack, was
alert and ready to move at any moment.
Sliding his helmet onto his head, he hurries to his place in the formation,
already in his mind seeing the legions of the dead that he would help free from
their cursed existance.[308]
[309] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 07:40 PM)
[310] Ramakawan, Hammerfell
Red-Rock-Shadow appeared in the jungle valley, and ran to the fort.
"The death aura is gone! To arms!" the Argonian cried, as she
ran to commander Digitus Eros.
All her companions were dead. Hesek was dead. Red-Rock-Shadow knew
it, but couldn't think of it. She would not let their sacrifice be in
vain -- mourning could wait.
[312]
Thanks to the Relay system, Kalaan got the message too. Vaan himself told the
Muatramer, and went to see Commander Warhaft again, to see what her plan of
action would be.[313]
Ramakawan,
Hammerfell
The call to arms is what finally awakens Ota from her vision...grabbing her
Staff she rushes to the assembly area
Afterlife
Ora reads off the only word on the Scroll, hoping against hope that this will
save the pair: "Divine Intervention" are the two words that escapes
her lips [314]
[315] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 17 2006, 03:02 PM)
[316] Thanks to the Relay system, Kalaan got the message too. Vaan himself told the Muatramer, and went to see Commander Warhaft again, to see what her plan of action would be.
[318]
"Time to have some real fun," Samson jokes with Harg as the two rush
to their places.
"The Fist of Harg shall show the armies of the dead sword fighting!"
Harg grins, his massive sword sharpened and ready.[319]
Sentinel[320]
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 03:49 PM)
[321] Slashes-With-Claws
refused to believe he was dead. He was young by Argonian standards and probably
had another century of life left.
"No, I will not accept that we are dead."
He concentrated on a recall spell. He had placed a mark just before they
set out on the quest. He knew recall perfectly, he could do it right
every time. He waved his hands and attempted to cast the spell.
[323]
Slashes appeared in Sentinel, in the town square where he had set the Mark.
The city looked gray. People walked right through him, and he couldn't help but
notice things were fading even more around him ...[324]
The Nymph and Noggin, Ald Raathim[325]
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 03:47 PM)
[326] "Somehow I don't
think it's going to matter," Arynel said.
And with a flash of light the Breton was gone.
[328]
For a moment, he thought he was back at the tavern in High Rock, but the
details were all wrong. He found himself in a town he had never been to, in a
tavern he had never seen before. Everyone around him was gray, and they walked
through him as if he were a ghost ...
All except for someone who looked very familiar.
His older self, who looked at him.
[329]
[330] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 04:10 PM)
[331] Sentinel
Slashes appeared in Sentinel, in the town square where he had set the Mark.
The city looked gray. People walked right through him, and he couldn't
help but notice things were fading even more around him ...
[333]
He looked about in despair. He tried to call out, but it was useless. Maybe he
was dead after all. If only he had thought to cast the recall moments before
entering the implosion. [334]
Stormhold[335]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 03:51 PM)
[336] Shrugging, Loranna
casts her own spell, taking on last look at Tris and Ciel before she goes.
Then, the magic engulfs her and whisks her away.
[338]
The closest temple was in the city of Stormhold, the city in the trees where a
storm was always surging. It was a gray place, but even grayer than usual, as
people at worship at the Temple of Arkay passed through her as if she were a
ghost.
And the grayness continued to spread, all distinctions fading away ...[339]
[340] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 02:51 PM)
[341] The Afterlife
"I didn't think," Goranthir said quietly. "I just couldn't stay
behind ..."
That was true. He regretted it, now that he thought about all the living
he had left behind, his sister, the other heroes of Ald Raathim, even his
parents ... But seeing all the corpses in the tower in Lasthold, and seeing his
companions going into the implosion, he just went where his heart took him ...
There was something strange happening. All around them, light was
coursing between the stars, like cracks opening up in the firmament.
And a cloud of gray was rising in the distance, sweeping towards them ...
[343]
" ... What is happening?" Gram demands, looking up from some rather
morose thoughts as he realizes something was changing. "What is
that?"
Dayla just stares at the grey cloud, dull surprise on her face. For the briefest
of moments, she wishes Ashana were here ... [344]
[345] QUOTE(One87xe @ Mar 17 2006, 04:05 PM)
[346] Ramakawan,
Hammerfell
The call to arms is what finally awakens Ota from her vision...grabbing her
Staff she rushes to the assembly area
Afterlife
Ora reads off the only word on the Scroll, hoping against hope that this will
save the pair: "Divine Intervention" are the two words that escapes
her lips
[348]
The sisters appeared in a temple. It was hard to say where it was as everything
around them was faded gray. The worshippers passed through them, not seeing or
feeling their presence.
Soon, even that distinction ended, and the sisters were floating in a world of
gray ...[349]
[350] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 02:14 PM)
[351] The Nymph and
Noggin, Ald Raathim
For a moment, he thought he was back at the tavern in High Rock, but the
details were all wrong. He found himself in a town he had never been to,
in a tavern he had never seen before. Everyone around him was gray, and
they walked through him as if he were a ghost ...
All except for someone who looked very familiar.
His older self, who looked at him.
[353]
"One can scarcely ever tell how things will come about," the older
Arynel said with a calm, almost complacent tone.
"Who are you?" The younger Arynel asked, backing up. His voice was
shaking.
"Peace," the older Arynel said, "I am what never should have
been, and what always was. I am beyond destiny, but destiny has come to me
through you. Soon everything will be made clear." [354]
[355] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 03:16 PM)
[356] Stormhold
The closest temple was in the city of Stormhold, the city in the trees where a
storm was always surging. It was a gray place, but even grayer than
usual, as people at worship at the Temple of Arkay passed through her as if she
were a ghost.
And the grayness continued to spread, all distinctions fading away ...
[358]
Loranna blinks.
" ... All right; this was a dream, so what does this mean?" she asks
herself. "Am I starting to wake up? No ... usually when I feel myself
waking up, it's like being pulled away, not seeing the world fade around me
..."
She stopped, thinking for a moment. "Okay; this ... oh, Dibella; is this the
Twilight happening again? No; that was much more sudden ... but things aren't
exactly as I remembered ..."
"... All right; I think it's time I woke up now," Loranna says to
herself. "Dream's over; the doG's made me dance on the Golden Road for a
spell but it's my mind and my heart, and I'm going to wake. Up.
NOW."[359]
Loranna's Dream / The Afterlife[360]
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 04:20 PM)
[361] "One can scarcely
ever tell how things will come about," the older Arynel said with a calm,
almost complacent tone.
"Who are you?" The younger Arynel asked, backing up. His
voice was shaking.
"Peace," the older Arynel said, "I am what never should have
been, and what always was. I am beyond destiny, but destiny has come to
me through you. Soon everything will be made clear."
[363]
As the two Arynels talked, the tavern and all the patrons in it faded away into
nothingness, leaving them alone in nothingness ...
Actually ...
Not quite alone.
There were several figures out there, some close and some nearby.
There was Loranna, and there were the heroes of Scourg Barrow, all together in
the dream.[364]
[365] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 12:19 PM)
[366] The sisters appeared
in a temple. It was hard to say where it was as everything around them
was faded gray. The worshippers passed through them, not seeing or
feeling their presence.
Soon, even that distinction ended, and the sisters were floating in a world of
gray ...
[368]
While the pairs attempted escape plan failed, they found themselves right back
where they started from...floating in nothingness, and even as Osa begins to
open her eyes, the determination on Ora's face tells the whole story: if indeed
they were dead then Ora would make it her never-ending lifes work to bring
about as much trouble for the Worm God as one soul could muster...luckily for
Ora she had Osa with her, which would make Mannimarco's hell all the more
worthwhile
Other figures begin to appear before their eyes...the Duchess, two identical
Bretons...it was strange but yet filled Ora's heart with glee "It's
getting kinda crowded in here, eh sister" Ora asks
Osa merely lets out a small smile [369]
[370] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 04:23 PM)
[371] Loranna's Dream /
The Afterlife
As the two Arynels talked, the tavern and all the patrons in it faded away into
nothingness, leaving them alone in nothingness ...
Actually ...
Not quite alone.
There were several figures out there, some close and some nearby.
There was Loranna, and there were the heroes of Scourg Barrow, all together in
the dream.
[373]
"Dutchess? Arynel? . . . You haven't died, have you?"
Shaka wouldn't mind an afterlife that included his friends, but not as a
bloodless spirit this way.[374]
[375] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 02:23 PM)
[376] Loranna's Dream /
The Afterlife
As the two Arynels talked, the tavern and all the patrons in it faded away into
nothingness, leaving them alone in nothingness ...
Actually ...
Not quite alone.
There were several figures out there, some close and some nearby.
There was Loranna, and there were the heroes of Scourg Barrow, all together in
the dream.
[378]
The younger Arynel looked around urgently.
"A wheel cannot turn if it is not allowed to wobble," the older
Arynel said, "go."
The younger Arynel hurried towards Loranna, "where are we?" The
Breton asked. [379]
[380] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 04:22 PM)
[381] "... All right; I think it's time I woke up now," Loranna says to herself. "Dream's over; the doG's made me dance on the Golden Road for a spell but it's my mind and my heart, and I'm going to wake. Up. NOW."
[383]
For just a moment in the gray expanse, Loranna saw herself in her bedroom,
sleeping. A couple worried servants of King Lhotun were standing around her,
while a healer with wild hair and a waistcoat examined her.
"She's breathing, but she won't wake up!" the servant said fearfully.
"Yes, this happens from time to time," the healer said, laying his
blue-glowing hands on her. "She'll either wake up ... or she won't."
"What about her child?" they whispered.
"Oh perfectly fine," the healer chuckled inappropriately, and then
turned serious at the servants staring at him. "If need be, I can deliver
it even if she never wakes up again ..."[384]
[385] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 03:23 PM)
[386] Loranna's Dream /
The Afterlife
As the two Arynels talked, the tavern and all the patrons in it faded away into
nothingness, leaving them alone in nothingness ...
Actually ...
Not quite alone.
There were several figures out there, some close and some nearby.
There was Loranna, and there were the heroes of Scourg Barrow, all together in
the dream.
[388]
Slyvos wondered how he suddenly got to where he was, but was not exactly
surprised at the sight. It wasn't very hard to imagine that something was very,
very wrong here. Especially when he saw his wife, standing there, not pregnant
anymore. "..."
He just stared at the ashen skinned nord woman, his wife, blinking a few times
as though trying to make himself wake up from a nightmare. [389]
[390] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 04:23 PM)
[391] Loranna's Dream /
The Afterlife
As the two Arynels talked, the tavern and all the patrons in it faded away into
nothingness, leaving them alone in nothingness ...
Actually ...
Not quite alone.
There were several figures out there, some close and some nearby.
There was Loranna, and there were the heroes of Scourg Barrow, all together in
the dream.
[393]
Slashes-With-Claws looked about in surprise. "Your Grace? What? I thought
I was dead." He looked at the others in confusion. "What is going
on?" [394]
[395] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 03:27 PM)
[396] For just a moment in
the gray expanse, Loranna saw herself in her bedroom, sleeping. A couple
worried servants of King Lhotun were standing around her, while a healer with
wild hair and a waistcoat examined her.
"She's breathing, but she won't wake up!" the servant said fearfully.
"Yes, this happens from time to time," the healer said, laying his
blue-glowing hands on her. "She'll either wake up ... or she won't."
"What about her child?" they whispered.
"Oh perfectly fine," the healer chuckled inappropriately, and then
turned serious at the servants staring at him. "If need be, I can deliver
it even if she never wakes up again ..."
[398]
Loranna's heart leaps to her throat, and she cries out "No! Don't!",
terrorified at the thought of her baby being delivered permaturely by madness
...
... and then, she was standing in a grey expanse, her father rumbling
"Loranna? By Kyne, what are you doing here?" [399]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 03:26 PM)
[400] "Dutchess?
Arynel? . . . You haven't died, have you?"
Shaka wouldn't mind an afterlife that included his friends, but not as a
bloodless spirit this way.
QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 03:26 PM)
[404] The younger Arynel
looked around urgently.
"A wheel cannot turn if it is not allowed to wobble," the older
Arynel said, "go."
The younger Arynel hurried towards Loranna, "where are we?" The
Breton asked.
[406]
Loranna looks around, looking confused - and at the sight of the two Arynels,
she breathes "Arynel? What's happening?"
It was amazing, seeing them both together; they looked alike, and yet she could
immediately tell the two of them apart. She shakes her head. "I don't know
dear; I think we're still trapped in my dream ... and now I'm dreaming of my
friends, who went to Scourg Barrow ..."[407]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 03:28 PM)
[408] Slyvos wondered how he
suddenly got to where he was, but was not exactly surprised at the sight. It
wasn't very hard to imagine that something was very, very wrong here.
Especially when he saw his wife, standing there, not pregnant anymore.
"..."
He just stared at the ashen skinned nord woman, his wife, blinking a few times
as though trying to make himself wake up from a nightmare.
[410]
Something in Slyvos's eyes makes Loranna hesitate. " ... Wait ... what's
the doG doing .... love, what just happened?"[411]
[412] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 02:34 PM)
[413] Loranna's heart leaps
to her throat, and she cries out "No! Don't!", terrorified at
the thought of her baby being delivered permaturely by madness ...
... and then, she was standing in a grey expanse, her father rumbling
"Loranna? By Kyne, what are you doing here?"
Loranna looks around, looking confused - and at the sight of the two Arynels,
she breathes "Arynel? What's happening?"
It was amazing, seeing them both together; they looked alike, and yet she could
immediately tell the two of them apart. She shakes her head.
"I don't know dear; I think we're still trapped in my dream ... and now
I'm dreaming of my friends, who went to Scourg Barrow ..."
Something in Slyvos's eyes makes Loranna hesitate. " ... Wait ...
what's the doG doing .... love, what just happened?"
[415]
The older Arynel tossed a few small stones that rolled on the floor.
"The lots have been cast," the Breton said simply before
disappearing.
The younger Arynel joined the others, looking as confused as they were. [416]
[417] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 03:34 PM)
[418] Loranna's heart leaps
to her throat, and she cries out "No! Don't!", terrorified at
the thought of her baby being delivered permaturely by madness ...
... and then, she was standing in a grey expanse, her father rumbling
"Loranna? By Kyne, what are you doing here?"
Loranna looks around, looking confused - and at the sight of the two Arynels,
she breathes "Arynel? What's happening?"
It was amazing, seeing them both together; they looked alike, and yet she could
immediately tell the two of them apart. She shakes her head.
"I don't know dear; I think we're still trapped in my dream ... and now
I'm dreaming of my friends, who went to Scourg Barrow ..."
Something in Slyvos's eyes makes Loranna hesitate. " ... Wait ...
what's the doG doing .... love, what just happened?"
[420]
"we... I seems as if we died, but seeing you here... and there being TWO
Arynels... what the hell?" He said, confused as ever. Then he pulled
himself together a bit. "We basically lost, badly. Mannimarco.. he
destroyed the last blightstones himself, and it appears he can make more... it
imploded in on us."[421]
[422] QUOTE(Arynel @ Mar 17 2006, 03:37 PM)
[423] The older Arynel
tossed a few small stones that rolled on the floor.
"The lots have been cast," the Breton said simply before disappearing.
The younger Arynel joined the others, looking as confused as they were.
[425]
Loranna bends down to pick up the stones, muttering " ... Little bird,
have you flown away for good now? Or are you just going to do your part, like
I'd have thought you would all along ..."[426]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 03:40 PM)
[427] "we... I seems as if we died, but seeing you here... and there being TWO Arynels... what the hell?" He said, confused as ever. Then he pulled himself together a bit. "We basically lost, badly. Mannimarco.. he destroyed the last blightstones himself, and it appears he can make more... it imploded in on us."
[429]
Loranna frowns, but the look of confusion was fading from her face.
"I fell alseep, waiting to hear in the morning how you fared," she
explains. "The doG took me on a dream jounrey through my past, where
Arynel met back up with me, back in White Haven before my atrocities had truly
struck. Then we went to Gemin, to the point when ... Tris broke Arkay."
She clutches the stones. "And now, you're all here; we're all somehow
beyond the waking world. I don't know what exactly we're to do here, but I've
no intention of staying in this grey waste for the rest of eternity."
"Let's make our way back to Sentinel somehow; hopefully word's gotten to
the armies that the death aura's down. If we still need to somehow face
Mannimarco, we do what we need to, otherwise we find a way back to the waking
world." She pauses. "Though, I'm open to suggestions on how we do
that."[430]
[431] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 12:47 PM)
[432] Loranna bends down to
pick up the stones, muttering " ... Little bird, have you flown away for
good now? Or are you just going to do your part, like I'd have thought
you would all along ..."
Loranna frowns, but the look of confusion was fading from her face.
"I fell alseep, waiting to hear in the morning how you fared," she
explains. "The doG took me on a dream jounrey through my past, where
Arynel met back up with me, back in White Haven before my atrocities had truly
struck. Then we went to Gemin, to the point when ... Tris broke
Arkay."
She clutches the stones. "And now, you're all here; we're all
somehow beyond the waking world. I don't know what exactly we're to do
here, but I've no intention of staying in this grey waste for the rest of
eternity."
"Let's make our way back to Sentinel somehow; hopefully word's gotten to
the armies that the death aura's down. If we still need to somehow face
Mannimarco, we do what we need to, otherwise we find a way back to the waking
world." She pauses. "Though, I'm open to suggestions on
how we do that."
[434]
"Well, spells aren't going to help us this time" Ora says "...it
seems, wherever we are, Magicka doesnt follow the normal way" [435]
"Obviously recalling will not work. I tried it already." He shook his head, having no idea what to do. [436]
"Your Grace, I'm glad you're not dead . . . and it explains why you're not
pregnant. I thought for a second you had given birth prematurely and died, or
some such."
"I don't know how we'll get back to the real world at this rate. You say
that the Banker is involved? I wonder . . . . "
"I once thought that the Daedra wouldn't really want the Arena to be taken
over by the God of Worms. Do you think Sheogorath is helping us in some
way?"
[437]
[438] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 02:54 PM)
[439] "Your Grace, I'm
glad you're not dead . . . and it explains why you're not
pregnant. I thought for a second you had given birth prematurely and
died, or some such."
"But I think some of us tried to Recall, and are back now. I don't
know how we'll get back to the real world at this rate. You say that the
Banker is involved? I wonder . . . . "
"I once thought that the Daedra wouldn't really want the Arena to be taken
over by the God of Worms. Do you think Sheogorath is helping us in some
way?"
[441]
"Don't even consider it," Arynel interjected, "even thinking
about the Dam Dog is putting yourself in danger."
"And don't say his name," the Breton added. [442]
[443] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 04:40 PM)
[444] "we... I seems as if we died, but seeing you here... and there being TWO Arynels... what the hell?" He said, confused as ever. Then he pulled himself together a bit. "We basically lost, badly. Mannimarco.. he destroyed the last blightstones himself, and it appears he can make more... it imploded in on us."
[446]
Goranthir looked to Loranna, shaking his head.
And then, images, one by one, replaced the gray nothingness.
They were in Skyrim, at a snowball fight.
They were in Firsthold, at Princess Rinalla's Cotillion Ball.
They were at the Ghostgate, watching the Incarnate Faithful erecting a temple
to her.
They were in Solunastra, in the music room, drinking and laughing.
They were in Red Mountain, battling the Azurites.
They were in Mournhold, at Helseth's meeting where he announced the abolition
of slavery in Morrowind.
There were outside of Koal Cave, facing a monstrous beast.
They were in Wayrest for Tris's father's funeral.
They were in Senchal at Goldcat's white marble palace.
They were in Solitude, watching the city being torn apart by a storm.
They were in Daggerfall, at Landon and Lyssia's wedding.
They were in Ald Sotha, as the dragon swept in, rescuing the heroes there.
They were in Lyonswurst House, as Sir Laurent tried to drown a spy of
Barenziah's in a well.
They were in Old Elyssa's farmhouse, being attacked by flying vegetables.
They were in Balmora, being attacked by animated meat.
They were in Ald Raathim, as the Emperor's men came with rewards for rescuing
him, huge chests of treasure.
They were in the Cave of the Dog, answering riddles.
They were in Sentinel, at the scene just a few days ago, when the heroes were
first setting forth on their journey to the Dragontail Mountains ...
And then they were inside a magnificent castle in Cyrodiil. Music was playing,
and a ball was about to commence.[447]
Shaka nearly exclaimed
aloud, staggered by the visions. "What . . . what was that," he
managed to get out.
He recognized a number of the images from the Mythopoeic Tome: experiences that
others of Loranna's group had had. A very few of the images were backed up by
Shaka's own memories. But now they seemed to have settled in one location . . .
. [448]
"We're not
dead" Osa states "...if we were then how come Tu'whacca hasn't come
to claim us?" she asks looking towards Ora
Ora merely shrugs at her sisters request[449]
Hesek was very confused by all this, many of the images he did not recognize. But at least he was right about not being dead. Now what to do? [450]
Loranna and the others
find themselves in a grand manor, easily as big as a castle. guests coming in
by the dozens. The main hall of the manor has been converted into a dance hall.
Tables and chairs for sitting down for a spell ring the dance floor, and
refreshemnts such as water and finger foods can be found here for those needing
a small bite to keep their energy up. Off in the far corner, muscians are set
up, ready to play whatever air is called for. Servants discretely circle around
the outside to make sure the pitchers of wine and other refreshments and trays
of finger food remain replenished, and the occasional guard can be seen smiling
with tight-lipped politeness in strategic spots.
Loranna says "He brought us back to the beginning ..." as recognition
sets in ...
===
Upstairs, Lord Darius fiddled nervously with the sleeve of his exquisite shirt,
asking his winsome maid Elaine "Are you sure everything is quite in place?
I mean, the cook never came back, and Melanus only ended up bringing back some
silly wooden bowl instead of a replacement chef ..."
"Everything is fine, my Lord," Elaine soothered her twitching master.
"We had some of the maids and manservants take over the cooking duties,
and Melanus said the bowl is a gift from the Mage Guild, so it is probably some
sort of device for summoning more punch. Everything's ready."
"Right ... you know, I still can't shake the feeling that people I didn't
invite were on the guest list ..." Darius protested.
Elaine handed Darius a small shot of brandy. "Here my Lord; just remember
though, not too much after this, or else you'll be clumsy on the dance
floor."
"I am never clumsy on the dance floor, brandy or no," Darius
retorted, downing his drink in a swift gulp ...
"Right; I'm ready," the raven-haired Imperial said, conviction
ringing from his deep, cultured voice. Still, he patted down an imaginary cow
lick in his short hair as he turned to exit his private chambers and go down to
greet the guests.
"Right foot forward, and ..." Lord Darius Practus, clad in a gold and
silver-colored ensemble with tasteful gold rings and a ruby amulet for a dash
of contrast, made his way down to the main hall, as the mousy Melanus announces
"His Excellence, Lord Darius Practus!"
Darius smiles benignly, and waves with perfect courtly manners, as dignitaries
make their way over to be introduced to him.
[451]
[452] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 01:16 PM)
[453] Loranna and the others
find themselves in a grand manor, easily as big as a castle. guests coming in
by the dozens. The main hall of the manor has been converted into a dance
hall. Tables and chairs for sitting down for a spell ring the dance floor, and
refreshemnts such as water and finger foods can be found here for those needing
a small bite to keep their energy up. Off in the far corner, muscians are set
up, ready to play whatever air is called for. Servants discretely circle around
the outside to make sure the pitchers of wine and other refreshments and trays
of finger food remain replenished, and the occasional guard can be seen smiling
with tight-lipped politeness in strategic spots.
Loranna says "He brought us back to the beginning ..." as recognition
sets in ...
===
Upstairs, Lord Darius fiddled nervously with the sleeve of his exquisite shirt,
asking his winsome maid Elaine "Are you sure everything is quite in place?
I mean, the cook never came back, and Melanus only ended up bringing back some
silly wooden bowl instead of a replacement chef ..."
"Everything is fine, my Lord," Elaine soothered her twitching master.
"We had some of the maids and manservants take over the cooking duties,
and Melanus said the bowl is a gift from the Mage Guild, so it is probably some
sort of device for summoning more punch. Everything's ready."
"Right ... you know, I still can't shake the feeling that people I didn't
invite were on the guest list ..." Darius protested.
Elaine handed Darius a small shot of brandy. "Here my Lord; just remember
though, not too much after this, or else you'll be clumsy on the dance
floor."
"I am never clumsy on the dance floor, brandy or no," Darius
retorted, downing his drink in a swift gulp ...
"Right; I'm ready," the raven-haired Imperial said, conviction
ringing from his deep, cultured voice. Still, he patted down an imaginary cow
lick in his short hair as he turned to exit his private chambers and go down to
greet the guests.
"Right foot forward, and ..." Lord Darius Practus, clad in a gold and
silver-colored ensemble with tasteful gold rings and a ruby amulet for a dash
of contrast, made his way down to the main hall, as the mousy Melanus announces
"His Excellence, Lord Darius Practus!"
Darius smiles benignly, and waves with perfect courtly manners, as dignitaries
make their way over to be introduced to him.
[455]
"What is this?" Osa thinks looking around at the room in
disbelief
Ora meanwhile is by the front door watching as people go to and from this
party...however a younger Redguard couple catches her eyes, and for a moment
she feels a strange feeling overtake her...she follows the pair around the
room, watching intentively as the Redguard man pours a drink of Cyrodiilic
Brandy, as the girl takes a seat at a quaint table, she even notices the
strange Green-Clawed hand of something reach to the table above it, taking
sandwiches...truely this is something Ora has clearly never seen before [456]
Slashes-With-Claws
looks about at the hall in both wonder and utter confusion.
A person brushes past him, "Excuse me sir." The person says as they
continue on.
So, they could see and touch him. Odd that they did not react to his damaged,
blood stained, battle armor. Either he was clothed in illusion or the people
were illusion. [457]
Lord Darius's Ball[458]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 05:16 PM)
[459] Darius smiles benignly, and waves with perfect courtly manners, as dignitaries make their way over to be introduced to him.
[461]
Goranthir, who Loranna noticed was now white-skinned and white-haired wearing a
white robe, continued shaking his head and finally smiled a little.
"Well by Auriel, if we're dead, thank Nirn it's a party," he said,
and bowed to Lord Darius. "Goranthir of Firsthold, sir."[462]
[463] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 05:24 PM)
[464] Slashes-With-Claws
looks about at the hall in both wonder and utter confusion.
A person brushes past him, "Excuse me sir." The person says as
they continue on.
So, they could see and touch him. Odd that they did not react to his
damaged blood stained battle armor. Either he was clothed in illusion of
the people were illusion.
[466]
"Your Grace, this is an illusion rather than . . . travel through
time?" asked Shaka. "I was exploring tombs and dwemer ruins at the
time. But I heard that this was when Azura was still within you . . . And
wasn't there a disaster or something, the Banker showed up?"
"Who was this nobleman, Darius, again?"[467]
[468] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 04:16 PM)
[469] Loranna and the others
find themselves in a grand manor, easily as big as a castle. guests coming in
by the dozens. The main hall of the manor has been converted into a dance
hall. Tables and chairs for sitting down for a spell ring the dance floor, and
refreshemnts such as water and finger foods can be found here for those needing
a small bite to keep their energy up. Off in the far corner, muscians are set
up, ready to play whatever air is called for. Servants discretely circle around
the outside to make sure the pitchers of wine and other refreshments and trays
of finger food remain replenished, and the occasional guard can be seen smiling
with tight-lipped politeness in strategic spots.
Loranna says "He brought us back to the beginning ..." as recognition
sets in ...
===
Upstairs, Lord Darius fiddled nervously with the sleeve of his exquisite shirt,
asking his winsome maid Elaine "Are you sure everything is quite in place?
I mean, the cook never came back, and Melanus only ended up bringing back some
silly wooden bowl instead of a replacement chef ..."
"Everything is fine, my Lord," Elaine soothered her twitching master.
"We had some of the maids and manservants take over the cooking duties,
and Melanus said the bowl is a gift from the Mage Guild, so it is probably some
sort of device for summoning more punch. Everything's ready."
"Right ... you know, I still can't shake the feeling that people I didn't
invite were on the guest list ..." Darius protested.
Elaine handed Darius a small shot of brandy. "Here my Lord; just remember
though, not too much after this, or else you'll be clumsy on the dance
floor."
"I am never clumsy on the dance floor, brandy or no," Darius
retorted, downing his drink in a swift gulp ...
"Right; I'm ready," the raven-haired Imperial said, conviction
ringing from his deep, cultured voice. Still, he patted down an imaginary cow
lick in his short hair as he turned to exit his private chambers and go down to
greet the guests.
"Right foot forward, and ..." Lord Darius Practus, clad in a gold and
silver-colored ensemble with tasteful gold rings and a ruby amulet for a dash
of contrast, made his way down to the main hall, as the mousy Melanus announces
"His Excellence, Lord Darius Practus!"
Darius smiles benignly, and waves with perfect courtly manners, as dignitaries
make their way over to be introduced to him.
[471]
Slyvos was not at this ball; indeed, he didn't even know who Loranna was then.
It wasn't until after the unfortunate... climax, of this little ball, that he
had his eternal attention drawn towards the daedroth Azura. Which, had led to
where he was now, with the person who served as Azura's host during that
damnable parade....
well, I'm pretty much out of place here. he thought to himself,
realizeing the setting. [472]
Lord Darius's Ball
As Osa wonders about in amazement, Ora goes to investigate the strange table
and lifts the tablecloth, only finding a Green Skinned Argonian, munching away
on a sandwich...Ora's attention then refocuses on the couple as she walks over
unsure if this is reality or another trick...as she appraoches the Redguard man
makes eye contact with her, the girl follows suit:
"Hello...can we help you?" the Redguard man asks
Ora walks to the table and bows humbly, a lingering smile upon her face
"Hello, and I hope you fare well...my name is Ora, would you mind if I
joined you?"
The Redguard girl smiles motioning for Ora to take a chair, Ora gives a polite
smile back and accepts the seat
"Well nice to meet you, Ora" the Redguard girl says "My name is
Ami...and this is Master One"
"Hello" One says
"What brings you to Lord Darius' Hearthfire Ball?" Ami asks
[473]
[474] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 04:25 PM)
[475] Lord Darius's Ball
Goranthir, who Loranna noticed was now white-skinned and white-haired wearing a
white robe, continued shaking his head and finally smiled a little.
"Well by Auriel, if we're dead, thank Nirn it's a party," he said,
and bowed to Lord Darius. "Goranthir of Firsthold, sir."
[477]
Loranna muttered "Goran, what happened to you?" though her voice was
quiet; now that her friends were all here, the strangeness of the dream struck
her even harder, especially as her eyes fall on a lovely woman with silver hair
wearing a wreath of coda flowwers, talking briefly with Elaine about the best
way to arrange coda for a sitting room for the ladies.
Melanus comes up to Loranna and bows deeply. "Your Graces, thank you so
much for coming," he says to Loranna and Slyvos. "Shall I announce
you and your retinue to Lord Darius now?"
" ... Yes, yes please do," Loranna says, looking to her friends.
Lord Darius bows to Goranthir. "Ah, Your Highness, a pleasure to see you!
Thank you for coming to our little Tales and Tallows celebration. Tell me, how
are events in Firsthold these days? It's the masquerade season now, is it
not?"
Gram looks around with a bemused smile. "Now, this is a novel way to end
an adventure," he says, helping himself to some brandy. "Loranna,
were there any other good Nordic maidens here do you recall? I'm suddenly in an
urge to dance."
Dayla, meanwhile, was staring at people, no one commenting on her snake-like
appearance. Her eyes were a bit dilated and she thinks I can smell blood in
them ... and, I'm dreaming? No nightmare, no terror from Vaermina? How can this
be?
Still, when a handsome young Imperial asks Dayla if he could have the honor of
a dance, she readily agrees ...[478]
[479] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 04:28 PM)
[480] "Your Grace, this
is an illusion rather than . . . travel through time?" asked Shaka.
"I was exploring tombs and dwemer ruins at the time. But I heard
that this was when Azura was still within you . . . And
wasn't there a disaster or something, the Banker showed up?"
"Who was this nobleman, Darius, again?"
[482]
"Lord Darius Practus, yes," Loranna explains as Melanus goes to fetch
Darius. "And there were several incidents here, and yes he showed up at the
end, and probably will show up at the end again."
" ... Just keep your eyes open, but for right now ... well, we all deserve
a little break," Loranna says, still trying to make sense of what to do.
"I've no clue how any of this works though, so, uh, don't go blabbing any
secrets of the universe to your dance partner."[483]
[484] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 04:42 PM)
[485] "Lord Darius
Practus, yes," Loranna explains as Melanus goes to fetch Darius.
"And there were several incidents here, and yes he showed up at the end,
and probably will show up at the end again."
" ... Just keep your eyes open, but for right now ... well, we all deserve
a little break," Loranna says, still trying to make sense of what to
do. "I've no clue how any of this works though, so, uh, don't go
blabbing any secrets of the universe to your dance partner."
[487]
Slyvos sighed, wondering just what the daM doG had up his sleeve this time.
Well, they were trapped here anyway til he was done confuseing them to death,
so.. "speaking of dance partners..."
He tilted his head at Loranna, giving a half-hearted smile. "maybe we
should make the best of this, eh?" [488]
Athaso was in a daze up until they all 'arrived' at what appeared to be a ball. He would've been extremely tense, but seeing that the others seemed slightly mellow about what had happened, some of them even seeming to recognize this place, Athaso felt a little relieved. "Well..." he said outloud to no one in particualr, "I have positively no idea what's going on; but I'm damn hungry," he finished as he straightened his clothes and made his way to grab some finger-food. [489]
[490] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 05:42 PM)
[491] " ... Just keep your eyes open, but for right now ... well, we all deserve a little break," Loranna says, still trying to make sense of what to do. "I've no clue how any of this works though, so, uh, don't go blabbing any secrets of the universe to your dance partner."
[493]
Slashes-With-Claws thought for a moment. "Very well Your Grace." He
went up to the food table and looked for some choice meats and something to
drink. They did not have Heshkal to drink so he grabbed a Flin. He hesitated
for a moment then finally took a drink. It tasted real enough, a good batch as
well.
At this time period a younger Hesek was a new slave for Alren Dres. [494]
[495] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 05:42 PM)
[496] "Lord Darius
Practus, yes," Loranna explains as Melanus goes to fetch Darius.
"And there were several incidents here, and yes he showed up at the end,
and probably will show up at the end again."
" ... Just keep your eyes open, but for right now ... well, we all deserve
a little break," Loranna says, still trying to make sense of what to
do. "I've no clue how any of this works though, so, uh, don't go
blabbing any secrets of the universe to your dance partner."
[498]
"Agreed, Your Grace," said Shaka, and allowed himself to relax
somewhat. At least the group didn't seem to have died after all.
Shaka found that he not only was still Ra'Gada, to all appearances he wasn't
wearing armor now, bloodstained or otherwise. He was wearing a formal shirt and
pants that he remembered from special occasions in his shrine sergeant days.
The battlemage went off to get a drink and watch the other ballgoers for a
moment.[499]
[500] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 05:37 PM)
[501] Lord Darius bows to Goranthir. "Ah, Your Highness, a pleasure to see you! Thank you for coming to our little Tales and Tallows celebration. Tell me, how are events in Firsthold these days? It's the masquerade season now, is it not?"
[503]
"I can tell you, I wouldn't have missed it for the world, my lord,"
Goranthir smiled widely. "It is indeed Masquerade Season in Firsthold but
I would much sooner be here."
Where was he, really, at this point in time? Goranthir thought to himself. A
scared 15-year-old, wandering through Tamriel, not yet to Mournhold, but not in
Firsthold. In between destinies. Well, there is nothing to do but let the
madness and wonder wash over you, and enjoy it the best you can.
Then he saw Allerleirauh, and his heart lept in his chest. Yes, he decided, he
was capable of feeling here.[504]
[505] QUOTE(One87xe @ Mar 17 2006, 01:35 PM)
[506] Lord Darius's Ball
As Osa wonders about in amazement, Ora goes to investigate the strange table
and lifts the tablecloth, only finding a Green Skinned Argonian, munching away
on a sandwich...Ora's attention then refocuses on the couple as she walks over
unsure if this is reality or another trick...as she appraoches the Redguard man
makes eye contact with her, the girl follows suit:
"Hello...can we help you?" the Redguard man asks
Ora walks to the table and bows humbly, a lingering smile upon her face
"Hello, and I hope you fare well...my name is Ora, would you mind if I
joined you?"
The Redguard girl smiles motioning for Ora to take a chair, Ora gives a polite
smile back and accepts the seat
"Well nice to meet you, Ora" the Redguard girl says "My name is
Ami...and this is Master One"
"Hello" One says
"What brings you to Lord Darius' Hearthfire Ball?" Ami asks
[508]
The question doesn't get an immediate reaction from Ora, the events that she's
seen witnessed dont correspond with these events, nevertheless she played along
"...Umm ok" Ami finally says "Well we got an
invitation...travelled all the way from the Alik'r"
"Thats quite a trip" Ora states pouring a Goblet of Brandy
"...you said Master One...where is that title from? Are you a
Drillmaster?" she questions
One and Ami exchange a glance before both let out half contained laughter
"No,no...I'm no Drillmaster...I'm an Ansei...a Master Ansei...hence the
title of Master One" One replies
Ora's jaw then drops to the table as she looks around for Osa [509]
[510] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 04:46 PM)
[511] Slyvos sighed,
wondering just what the daM doG had up his sleeve this time. Well, they were
trapped here anyway til he was done confuseing them to death, so..
"speaking of dance partners..."
He tilted his head at Loranna, giving a half-hearted smile. "maybe we
should make the best of this, eh?"
[513]
Lord Darius was by now greeting Loranna and Slyvos. "Your Graces! Truly
this is an honor; I trust your trip from Morrowind was safe and pleasant?"
"It was a most memorable trip, my Lord," Loranna says with a smile
and a graceful curtesy, "but we are here safely and soundly, and in the
end that's all that matters. I've been looking forward to this ball for some
time."
Darius smiles, and Slyvos will notice quite a few people looking in their
direction, whispering about the lovely Duchess from the exotic land of
Morrowind. The musicians were striking up a joyous air, and Darius was already
making his way down the line, introducing himself to everyone in turn.
Loranna turns to Slyvos and smiles. "That sounds like as good an idea as
any," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck for a quick kiss, before
leading him onto the dance floor.
Osa, meanwhile, finds Gram coming up to her, looking satisfied as only a Nord
who had good drink could.
"Normally, after an adventure like ours, I'd relax with my companions in a
good stout tavern," he says, grinning into his beard. "But it seems
fate has something else in mind for us. I'm not the most learned in formal
dancing but if you or your sister would be interested, I'd be happy to show you
good Nordic dancing."[514]
[515] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 01:55 PM)
[516] "Normally, after an adventure like ours, I'd relax with my companions in a good stout tavern," he says, grinning into his beard. "But it seems fate has something else in mind for us. I'm not the most learned in formal dancing but if you or your sister would be interested, I'd be happy to show you good Nordic dancing."
[518]
Osa leaves her stunned look and replaces it with a warm smile "I'd be
honored Gram, but I must warn you I've been told I have two left feet" as she
presents her waiting hand
Ora meanwhile seeing her sister occupied turns back to the conversation
"An Ansei huh, that must be a most exciting life" she says looking
quite focused "...and in the Alik'r too, you must have some exciting
stories" she smiles
"We've had our fair share of trouble" One states "but it's
mostly a humble existence" he continues "...err...if you'll excuse
me...I think I'll visit the Garden, I hear its really nice this time of
year" One smiles before departing for the Garden Door
"He'll be back...'duty' calls you know" Ami says "...so what
line of work are you in Ora?"
Ora cant help but laugh at the question[519]
"I need a
drink..." Reichi muttered and wandered off towards a table of
refreshments. As Reichi poured himself a glass a wine, a Dunmer man tripped and
stumbled into him, spilling the wine over Reichi and the table.
"Can't even get a drink..." Reichi grumbled turning to face the
Dunmer. Reichi's building rage froze when he saw the Dunmer's face. He looked
exactly like Reichi, aside from the fact that his eyes were a solid firey red,
not yet lupine, and his hair was dyed black as night, and far thicker and
unruly. Himself.
Both blinked at each other. "Sorry about that," the younger Reichi said.
"You look familar..." he added, almost as a afterthought.
After a moment, the elder Reichi grinned at his younger self. He could have fun
with this, the only problem was choosing how to play with his younger self's
head. Maybe bring up his lycanthropy, or his name, or even his affliation and
ranking within the Tong. So many ways to mess with one's younger self's brain,
so little time. [520]
[521] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 04:55 PM)
[522] Lord Darius was by now
greeting Loranna and Slyvos. "Your Graces! Truly this is an
honor; I trust your trip from Morrowind was safe and pleasant?"
"It was a most memorable trip, my Lord," Loranna says with a smile
and a graceful curtesy, "but we are here safely and soundly, and in the
end that's all that matters. I've been looking forward to this ball for
some time."
Darius smiles, and Slyvos will notice quite a few people looking in their
direction, whispering about the lovely Duchess from the exotic land of
Morrowind. The musicians were striking up a joyous air, and Darius was
already making his way down the line, introducing himself to everyone in turn.
Loranna turns to Slyvos and smiles. "That sounds like as good an
idea as any," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck for a quick
kiss, before leading him onto the dance floor.
[524]
Slyvos smiles, putting his arms around Loranna as they got to the floor.
Despite all that happened, and the situation they were in, how could he be
unhappy with this? Well, considering his wife was here, dancing with him, it's
doubtful anything could upset him badly enough to take that smile off his face.
Though, he was suspicious of how they knew about Loranna being a dutchess, when
back then she wasn't even known to the public eye. This train of thought left
when they started to dance. [525]
<ooc>back soon<ooc> [526]
In the manor, laughter
and music filled the air, and already there was some degree of foolishness
going on. The massive Harg, looking both awkward and yet jubilliant, was
'dancing' with a young woman, Samson trying desperately to motion for Harg to
get into the middle of the dance floor where he wouldn't accidentally knock so
many people around. Melanus was having a conversation with a shy Argonian who
he kept trying to embarrass out of existance, yet his raised eyebrows and
carefully-clipped tones were no match for her innocent demeanor and joy. A
young Breton is playing a lute in the background, adding to the music, and
people keep going back and forth to the flower garden outside the manor,
whispering about this and that.
Various people hear snatches of conversation about strange events; someone
mentions blue-eyed people who summon demons having been in Morrowind, while
others talk about strange hauntings up in High Rock. Rumors about the host's
connections with a notorious ring of smugglars circulate around the room, and
one woman, near Shaka, insists that the Emperor's agents are even now taking
names and watching from the shadows, carefully weighing the loyalty of the
guests ...
Gram, however, seems oblivious to all this, instead taking Osa's hand and
leading her to the dance floor. With a grin, he begins to demonstrate good
Nordic dancing, exuberant and requiring a fair bit of stamina as opposed to the
graceful moves of courtly dance, but for what it's worth, he proves to be a
good dancer in his own style.
Unfortunately, Gram's dancing causes Harg to say "Ha; the Fist of Harg
will show his countryman real dancing!" and a duel of warring stomping
begins, much to Samson's chagrin ...
"Ha; will we let this trollkin get the better of us?" Gram asks Osa,
winking, while Harg's partner looks frightened for her life.[527]
[528] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 05:14 PM)
[529] Slyvos smiles, putting
his arms around Loranna as they got to the floor. Despite all that happened,
and the situation they were in, how could he be unhappy with this? Well,
considering his wife was here, dancing with him, it's doubtful anything could
upset him badly enough to take that smile off his face.
Though, he was suspicious of how they knew about Loranna being a dutchess, when
back then she wasn't even known to the public eye. This train of thought left
when they started to dance.
[531]
Loranna takes the lead, and dances with just a hint of her Dibellan nature
showing through the more formalized steps of the current dance.
"You're confused too?" she asks Slyvos. "So am I; I don't think
logic fully plays a part here ..."
Then, she stops talking, her eyes on Darius and the couple introducing
themselves to him ...
The first was an Altmer, his hair white as starch with age, though not a single
wrinkle can be found on his face, and his eyes hinting at an ancient wisdom. He
wore red and gold robes, with the blown glass staff of his fallen master in
hand.
"My, it seems I'm quite late. Allow me to introduce myself," he says,
his voice jumping from inflection to inflection. "I am Sir Nelacar
Direnni, sorcerer of no small talent. I hope you'll forgive me for being late,
but I've recieved no small amount of death threats by Alessian fanatics. Can't
be too careful, you know. And, may I present my lovely partner ..."
On Nelacar's heels, a lovely blond Nord maiden walked in, wearing a light blue
gown that matched her eyes and sandals seemingly made of glass. She looks
around, smiling a bit despite a vaguely annoyed look in her eye.
"My Lord; Loranna," she introduced, bowing to Darius. "Thank you
so much for this night." [532]
[533] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 06:24 PM)
[534] On Nelacar's heels, a
lovely blond Nord maiden walked in, wearing a light blue gown that matched her
eyes and sandals seemingly made of glass. She looks around, smiling a bit despite
a vaguely annoyed look in her eye.
"My Lord; Loranna," she introduced, bowing to Darius. "Thank you
so much for this night."
[536]
Shaka recognized Loranna right away, though he had never seen her before her
change to Dunmer coloration and silver tearstreaks. He studied her in some
wonder, though he decided he preferred the Loranna she had later become.
The group had scattered around the room. Shaka walked over to Dayla.
"First chance we've had to talk," he said.
[537]
[538] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 05:24 PM)
[539] Loranna takes the
lead, and dances with just a hint of her Dibellan nature showing through the
more formalized steps of the current dance.
"You're confused too?" she asks Slyvos. "So am I; I don't
think logic fully plays a part here ..."
Then, she stops talking, her eyes on Darius and the couple introducing
themselves to him ...
The first was an Altmer, his hair white as starch with age, though not a single
wrinkle can be found on his face, and his eyes hinting at an ancient wisdom. He
wore red and gold robes, with the blown glass staff of his fallen master in
hand.
"My, it seems I'm quite late. Allow me to introduce myself," he says,
his voice jumping from inflection to inflection. "I am Sir Nelacar
Direnni, sorcerer of no small talent. I hope you'll forgive me for being late,
but I've recieved no small amount of death threats by Alessian fanatics. Can't
be too careful, you know. And, may I present my lovely partner ..."
On Nelacar's heels, a lovely blond Nord maiden walked in, wearing a light blue
gown that matched her eyes and sandals seemingly made of glass. She looks
around, smiling a bit despite a vaguely annoyed look in her eye.
"My Lord; Loranna," she introduced, bowing to Darius. "Thank you
so much for this night."
[541]
Slyvos was about to answer Loranna, before he saw the altmer Nelacar. He didn't
look too special, except... two Lorannas in one room... I'm surprised I
haven't fainted in shock yet. he thought to himself, giving a small smile
at the two.
He didn't say anything though, as this was a bit ackward of a situation for
him... [542]
Ramakawan, Hammerfell[543]
QUOTE(One87xe @ Mar 17 2006, 04:05 PM)
[544] The call to arms is what finally awakens Ota from her vision...grabbing her Staff she rushes to the assembly area
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 04:02 PM)
[548] Sir Gancolm, like all
the Knights of the Circle assembled for this attack, was alert and ready to
move at any moment.
Sliding his helmet onto his head, he hurries to his place in the formation,
already in his mind seeing the legions of the dead that he would help free from
their cursed existance.
[550]
The army from the east made their way through the blackened wastes of the
jungle valley into the low foothills. With the death aura gone, they could
survive, and the land would eventually live again ... But at this moment, all
was death around them.
The scouts brought news of the approaching zombie army, and Digitus Eros, while
continuing the march, brought the factional commanders to him.
"The news is bad," he said. "We had expected resistance, but
Mannimarco's forces are larger than we expected. Much larger."
Kalaan, Hammerfell[551]
QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 17 2006, 04:02 PM)
[552] Thanks to the Relay system, Kalaan got the message too. Vaan himself told the Muatramer, and went to see Commander Warhaft again, to see what her plan of action would be.
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 04:06 PM)
[556] "Time to have
some real fun," Samson jokes with Harg as the two rush to their places.
"The Fist of Harg shall show the armies of the dead sword fighting!"
Harg grins, his massive sword sharpened and ready.
[558]
The western army also began marching along the coast towards the mountains. The
shore was littered with the bones of dead fish caught up in the death aura, but
the soldiers kept their eyes on the path ahead. They were ready for action,
charged up after the successful battle against the undead dragon.
As in Ramakawan, advance scouts brought back news of the zombie army.
"Well, gentlemen," Leretha Warhaft said to her factional officers.
"It appears the battle will be greater ... and happen much sooner
..."
[559]
[560] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 05:34 PM)
[561] Shaka recognized Loranna
right away, though he had never seen her before her change to Dunmer coloration
and silver tearstreaks. He studied her in some wonder, though he decided
he preferred the Loranna she had later become.
The group had scattered around the room. Shaka walked over to Dayla.
"First chance we've had to talk," he said.
[563]
The younger Loranna was chatting with her partner, and they seemed to be having
a minor disagreement; Shaka might find it strange how childish the younger
Loranna's expression seems at times, and how quickly it could change to the
tired expression of a much older woman. There were hints though of the woman
Loranna might become, though he had to look carefully for them.
Shaka doesn't notice the younger Loranna looking at him curiously as he walks
over to Dayla ...
Dayla, meanwhile, watches Shaka approach with an odd expression, as if she
isn't quite sure what to make of him.
"Well, things had been hectic up till now," she answers in a guarded
tone. " ... Was there something you wished to say to me, Shaka?"[564]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 05:52 PM)
[565] Slyvos was about to
answer Loranna, before he saw the altmer Nelacar. He didn't look too special,
except... two Lorannas in one room... I'm surprised I haven't fainted in
shock yet. he thought to himself, giving a small smile at the two.
He didn't say anything though, as this was a bit ackward of a situation for
him...
[567]
The older Loranna grimaces, muttering "I've already run into her earlier
in this dream. Dibella guard my thoughts, or else we're all in trouble
..." She starts steering Slyvos away from her younger self and the
handsome if eccentric Nelecar.
As Loranna and Slyvos pass the table of refreshements, Loranna blinks.
"Wait a minute ... things aren't in their old order here ..." she
says. "Where's the Mad Platter? It was out when I showed up the last time
..."
She looks around, her eyes worried. "We shouldn't let it be brought out
this time," she says, mentally kicking herself. "It caused enough
trouble the first time around."[568]
[569] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 07:05 PM)
[570] Shaka doesn't notice
the younger Loranna looking at him curiously as he walks over to Dayla ...
Dayla, meanwhile, watches Shaka approach with an odd expression, as if she isn't
quite sure what to make of him.
"Well, things had been hectic up till now," she answers in a guarded
tone. " ... Was there something you wished to say to me,
Shaka?"
[572]
"Not long ago, I would have let the Spear do the talking . . . but it
seems to have vanished for now. And after Tel Dresori, I guess we've both
changed anyway."
"I'm not sure why I'm talking now," Shaka said, catching a glimpse of
Anya - their Anya, not some simulacram -- across the room. "I guess
because we seem to be comrades in arms, after fighting our way through the
mountains. And you're not one of these, what, recreations. Illusions."[573]
[574] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 11:00 PM)
[575] "Well, gentlemen," Leretha Warhaft said to her factional officers. "It appears the battle will be greater ... and happen much sooner ..."
[577]
"Indeed" muttered Vaan. "No doubt our enemies will be thick as
two short planks. Maybe we can apply turn-undead spells en-masse to
"guide" them to where we can slaughter them easily. Or failing that,
cover them in carpets of fire somehow..." [578]
[579] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 06:05 PM)
[580] The older Loranna
grimaces, muttering "I've already run into her earlier in this
dream. Dibella guard my thoughts, or else we're all in trouble
..." She starts steering Slyvos away from her younger self and the
handsome if eccentric Nelecar.
As Loranna and Slyvos pass the table of refreshements, Loranna blinks.
"Wait a minute ... things aren't in their old order here ..." she
says. "Where's the Mad Platter? It was out when I showed up
the last time ..."
She looks around, her eyes worried. "We shouldn't let it be brought
out this time," she says, mentally kicking herself. "It caused
enough trouble the first time around."
[582]
Slyvos gave the younger Loranna a quick glance as the older Loranna pulled him
along past the refreshment table. "yah, I remember still the mental
hugs..." he mumbled to himself, smileing a bit at that thought.
Then a thought crossed his mind. "wait, what's the Mad Platter?" He
wondered, having actually forgotten all about that... [583]
The March from Kalaan[584]
QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 17 2006, 07:15 PM)
[585] "Indeed" muttered Vaan. "No doubt our enemies will be thick as two short planks. Maybe we can apply turn-undead spells en-masse to "guide" them to where we can slaughter them easily. Or failing that, cover them in carpets of fire somehow..."
[587]
"Yes, we should try to lead them into position," Warhaft nodded,
taking out a map. She point to the three valleys the undead legions were using,
traveling westward. "We have to close them off by the water. They have the
advantage there, being able to breathe under it, they could slip right past us.
If we take the bluffs though, and push them back through spells or, better yet,
an avalanche, we could trap them in the valley, and have the advantage of being
able to rain down on them while they're stuck ..."[588]
Lord Darius's Ball[589]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 07:16 PM)
[590] Then a thought crossed his mind. "wait, what's the Mad Platter?" He wondered, having actually forgotten all about that...
[592]
"I remember from the Book, though I wasn't here," said Goranthir,
coming over to them, smiling. "Hello, Loranna. It seems strange to say I'm
glad to see you here, since I'm not sure where here is, or whether it's good or
extremely bad that we're all here, but ... I am glad to see you, period."
[593]
[594] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 06:13 PM)
[595] "Not long ago, I
would have let the Spear do the talking . . . but it seems to
have vanished for now. And after Tel Dresori, I guess we've both changed
anyway."
"I'm not sure why I'm talking now," Shaka said, catching a glimpse of
Anya - their Anya, not some simulacram -- across the room.
"I guess because we seem to be comrades in arms, after fighting our way
through the mountains. And you're not one of these, what,
recreations. Illusions."
[597]
"Not too long ago, I stuffed you into my gullet," Dalya says,
frowning, after making sure no one was listening. "I can smell your blood
still, Shaka; your change hasn't affected your essential taste, and I always hated
having my meals interupted ..."
She sighs, and shakes her head. "I promised though I wouldn't hurt Anya
anymore, and you're important to her, and to be honest I want to put my past
behind me anyway. I ... I just want to have a truce between myself and your
people; I don't share Ashana's agenda anymore. Let it be done and in the past
and let's leave one another to our own existances."
[598]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 06:16 PM)
[599] Slyvos gave the
younger Loranna a quick glance as the older Loranna pulled him along past the
refreshment table. "yah, I remember still the mental hugs..." he
mumbled to himself, smileing a bit at that thought.
Then a thought crossed his mind. "wait, what's the Mad Platter?" He
wondered, having actually forgotten all about that...
[601]
"It was a wooden bowl that made food out of seemingly nowhere,"
Loranna explains. "Anyone who eats it falls under a curse; they have to
keep eating or baloon right up. And the curse doesn't go away until the
Platter's turned off ..."[602]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 06:23 PM)
[603] Lord Darius's Ball
"I remember from the Book, though I wasn't here," said Goranthir,
coming over to them, smiling. "Hello, Loranna. It seems strange to
say I'm glad to see you here, since I'm not sure where here is, or
whether it's good or extremely bad that we're all here, but ... I am glad to
see you, period."
[605]
"I'm glad to see you too Goran," Loranna says, smiling briefly.
"It seems you've been pulled into my dream; this ... this is where it all
started for me. My first public appearance as Azura. My first meeting with
Allie. My first attempts to be something other than a little frightened barmaid
..."
She embraces Goranthir, muttering "By Dibella though, this look does
little for you. Your beautiful hair isn't meant to be white ..." [606]
[607] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 07:33 PM)
[608] She embraces Goranthir, muttering "By Dibella though, this look does little for you. Your beautiful hair isn't meant to be white ..."
[610]
Goranthir laughed, returning the embrace. "Thank you, Loranna. Well, first
things first. Return from the dead, and then worry about hair coloring."[611]
[612] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 07:33 PM)
[613] "Not too long
ago, I stuffed you into my gullet," Dalya says, frowning, after making
sure no one was listening. "I can smell your blood still, Shaka;
your change hasn't affected your essential taste, and I always hated
having my meals interupted ..."
She sighs, and shakes her head. "I promised though I wouldn't hurt
Anya anymore, and you're important to her, and to be honest I want to put my
past behind me anyway. I ... I just want to have a truce between myself
and your people; I don't share Ashana's agenda anymore. Let it be done
and in the past and let's leave one another to our own existances."
[615]
Shaka didn't reply at first, then he admitted: "It doesn't help me that
you're easy on the eyes; I'm not good at holding grudges anyway. A truce, then.
. . . I think you avoided becoming much like your mater, luckily."
"And Anya is different yet again, from you. In a way you preserved her
youth and beauty forever. If the price weren't so high, it would be a
blessing." Shaka nodded cordially to Dayla and took his leave.
He saw the younger Loranna looking at him, and on impulse approached her. [616]
[617] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 11:21 PM)
[618] The March from
Kalaan
"Yes, we should try to lead them into position," Warhaft nodded,
taking out a map. She point to the three valleys the undead legions were
using, traveling westward. "We have to close them off by the water.
They have the advantage there, being able to breathe under it, they could slip
right past us. If we take the bluffs though, and push them back through
spells or, better yet, an avalanche, we could trap them in the valley, and have
the advantage of being able to rain down on them while they're stuck ..."
[620]
Vaan nodded "That is a novel idea, Ma'am. Concerning the sea approach...do
we have any oil per chance?" [621]
The March from Kalaan[622]
QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 17 2006, 07:45 PM)
[623] Vaan nodded "That is a novel idea, Ma'am. Concerning the sea approach...do we have any oil per chance?"
[625]
"I think I understand what you're suggesting," Warhaft nodded.
"Flaming oil floating on the sea ... We have enough to coat our arrows,
but not very much ..."[626]
Lord Darius's Ball
The orchestra began to strike up a few notes of a familiar-sounding tune. A
small group of children entered the dance floor to lend their voices to the
song, the lyrics of which it seemed were not appropriate for children at all
...
But fancy a dally or dilly
In a land that’s quite hilly
Wearing underclothes frilly
You’re just gilding the lily
And it’s so rudely cyrodilly [627]
[628] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 11:51 PM)
[629] The March from
Kalaan
"I think I understand what you're suggesting," Warhaft nodded.
"Flaming oil floating on the sea ... We have enough to coat our arrows,
but not very much ..."
[631]
Vaan made an annoyed clicking noise, and after a while, came up with something
else. "How about concentrating lightning spells on them while they're down
there, surely that works, no?"
He added after that "Apart from that, I think we're all ready, are we not,
Ma'am?" [632]
Erenius turns from the
buffet table, having looked it over, yet taken nothing, and walks away. Earlier
he had looked through much of the manor, the library, the servant's corridor,
amongst other sites in the manor were familiar, for they were places he had
tread at the Ball when he went there the first time.
As the children begin their song, Erenius listens, the words familiar yet alien
at once. [633]
Lord Darius' Ball[634]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 06:40 PM)
[635] Goranthir laughed, returning the embrace. "Thank you, Loranna. Well, first things first. Return from the dead, and then worry about hair coloring."
[637]
"As long as I find my body not to be used as building material...",
Nalion grimaced as he approached. The mage had been silent since they died,
quiet, but he did not seem disquieted. Instead, he had watched and
waited, with eyes wide awake at one time, and closed in thought at the other.
"We still seem to have our spirit, and our will. We are still ourselves
and we are still together. That counts for something..."
Nalion was clad in a bright blue vest and trousers, framed with threads of
silver, and a silver embroidered blue cloak, elegant and fitting for an
occasion like this. He looked around, taking in the scenery.
"It's different seeing it than imagining it from reading it out of the
Mythopoeic Tome..." [638]
[639] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 07:54 PM)
[640] Lord Darius's Ball
The orchestra began to strike up a few notes of a familiar-sounding tune.
A small group of children entered the dance floor to lend their voices to the
song, the lyrics of which it seemed were not appropriate for children at all
...
But fancy a dally or dilly
In a land that’s quite hilly
Wearing underclothes frilly
You’re just gilding the lily
And it’s so rudely cyrodilly
[642]
Reichi nudged his younger self, "It gets really interesting right here, if
I remeber right," he said. "Better pay attention." The younger
Reichi raised a eyebrow, and watched. "What make this so interesting? Just
a bunch of kids who seemed to have learned a naughty song..." [643]
[644] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 06:43 PM)
[645] Shaka didn't reply at
first, then he admitted: "It doesn't help me that you're easy on the
eyes; I'm not good at holding grudges anyway. A truce, then.
. . . I think you avoided becoming much like your mater, luckily."
"And Anya is different yet again, from you. In a way you preserved
her youth and beauty forever. If the price weren't so high, it would be a
blessing." Shaka nodded cordially to Dayla and took his leave.
He saw the younger Loranna looking at him, and on impulse approached her.
[647]
Dayla gives Shaka a tight smile, letting him head off.
The younger Loranna smiles at Shaka, a very Loranna-esque smile.
"Hello," she says, sounding a bit shy. "I was wondering good
sir, if I could ask for the pleasure of a dance?" She tilts her head at
him. " ... Have we met before?" he asks him curiously. "You feel
familiar ..."[648]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 06:54 PM)
[649] Lord Darius's Ball
The orchestra began to strike up a few notes of a familiar-sounding tune.
A small group of children entered the dance floor to lend their voices to the
song, the lyrics of which it seemed were not appropriate for children at all
...
But fancy a dally or dilly
In a land that’s quite hilly
Wearing underclothes frilly
You’re just gilding the lily
And it’s so rudely cyrodilly
[651]
The younger Loranna looks over at the orchestra with surprise, raising her
eyebrows and muttering "Hmm? Is that ..." Concern flickers in her
eyes.
The older Loranna, by contrast, gets a much more wide-eyed look. "Oh Nine
above ..." she says. "The children ..." She starts looking
around, searching the crowd for a certain individual ...[652]
[653] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 07:05 PM)
[654] Dayla gives Shaka a
tight smile, letting him head off.
The younger Loranna smiles at Shaka, a very Loranna-esque smile.
"Hello," she says, sounding a bit shy. "I was wondering
good sir, if I could ask for the pleasure of a dance?" She tilts her
head at him. " ... Have we met before?" he asks him
curiously. "You feel familiar ..."
The younger Loranna looks over at the orchestra with surprise, raising her
eyebrows and muttering "Hmm? Is that ..." Concern
flickers in her eyes.
The older Loranna, by contrast, gets a much more wide-eyed look. "Oh
Nine above ..." she says. "The children ..." She
starts looking around, searching the crowd for a certain individual ...
[656]
Nalion looked alarmed. He knew something would happen to the children...
Something unpleasant.
"You're looking for him, aren't you, Loranna?", Nalion asked,
scanning the crowd himself. [657]
[658] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 07:05 PM)
[659] Dayla gives Shaka a
tight smile, letting him head off.
The younger Loranna smiles at Shaka, a very Loranna-esque smile.
"Hello," she says, sounding a bit shy. "I was wondering
good sir, if I could ask for the pleasure of a dance?" She tilts her
head at him. " ... Have we met before?" he asks him
curiously. "You feel familiar ..."
The younger Loranna looks over at the orchestra with surprise, raising her
eyebrows and muttering "Hmm? Is that ..." Concern
flickers in her eyes.
The older Loranna, by contrast, gets a much more wide-eyed look. "Oh
Nine above ..." she says. "The children ..." She starts
looking around, searching the crowd for a certain individual ...
[661]
Slyvos blinks, wondering what Loranna was worried about. One of the most fuzzy
moments from the book was the Hearthfire Ball, as he did not pay much attention
to it at the time. And he didn't have the grace of having firsthand knowledge
of the incident...
"What's wrong?" He asked, wondering where the children learned that
obscene song... [662]
After
Slashes-With-Claws finished a few pieces of meat and a bottle of Flin he
examined the crowd and the room. He was growing impatient to get back to the
real world. But since he had no idea how, and apparently no one else did
either, he turned his attention to Tsei.
But before he could approach and speak he heard Loranna's remark. "What is
wrong?" [663]
[664] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:05 PM)
[665] Dayla gives Shaka a
tight smile, letting him head off.
The younger Loranna smiles at Shaka, a very Loranna-esque smile.
"Hello," she says, sounding a bit shy. "I was wondering
good sir, if I could ask for the pleasure of a dance?" She tilts her
head at him. " ... Have we met before?" he asks him
curiously. "You feel familiar ..."
The younger Loranna looks over at the orchestra with surprise, raising her
eyebrows and muttering "Hmm? Is that ..." Concern
flickers in her eyes.
[667]
Shaka didn't know what to say at first. This Loranna was so lifelike for a
simulacrum. He saw again the beauty who sat at breakfast one day in Ald Raathim
with Helseth's future wife, only to have an Argonian push his way into her
court, and company of adventurers. . . .
"I'd like that, Loranna," he said. But when he heard the childrens'
voices, a feeling of unease began for him as well. Something he only
half-remembered from the Mythopoeic Tome . . . A disaster in the offing.
"We never get our timing right, my Lady," he said with a bittersweet
feeling.[668]
[669] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 07:09 PM)
[670] Nalion looked alarmed.
He knew something would happen to the children... Something unpleasant.
"You're looking for him, aren't you, Loranna?", Nalion asked,
scanning the crowd himself.
[672]
Loranna nods to Nalion, saying "This may be just a dream, but I can't just
let it happen, knowing what I know."[673]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 07:10 PM)
[674] Slyvos blinks,
wondering what Loranna was worried about. One of the most fuzzy moments from
the book was the Hearthfire Ball, as he did not pay much attention to it at the
time. And he didn't have the grace of having firsthand knowledge of the
incident...
"What's wrong?" He asked, wondering where the children learned that
obscene song...
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 07:11 PM)
[678] After Slashes-With-Claws
finished a few pieces of meat and a bottle of Flin he examined the crowd and
the room. He was growing impatient to get back to the real world.
But since he had no idea how, and apparently no one else did either, he turned
his attention to Tsei.
But before he could approach and speak he heard Loranna's remark.
"What is wrong?"
[680]
"Those children ae going to die," Loranna says quietly. "The
doG's going to lead them out and they're going to grow older and there's going
to be an accident ..."[681]
[682] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:18 PM)
[683] Loranna nods to
Nalion, saying "This may be just a dream, but I can't just let it happen,
knowing what I know."
"Those children ae going to die," Loranna says quietly. "The
doG's going to lead them out and they're going to grow older and there's going
to be an accident ..."
[685]
Hesek does not need to think long. "This is not real. And if it were you
should not prevent things from happening. You have no idea what affect changing
the past would have on the future." He give a shrug. "As it is, why
should you help dreams?" [686]
[687] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 07:16 PM)
[688] Shaka didn't know what
to say at first. This Loranna was so lifelike for a simulacrum. He
saw again the beauty who sat at breakfast one day in Ald Raathim with Helseth's
future wife, only to have an Argonian push his way into her court, and company
of adventurers. . . .
"I'd like that, Loranna," he said. But when he heard the
childrens' voices, a feeling of unease began for him as well. Something
he only half-remembered from the Mythopoeic Tome . . .
A disaster in the offing.
"We never get our timing right, my Lady," he said with a bittersweet
feeling.
[690]
The younger Loranna smiles, her eyes blue-green for a brief moment, seeming to
look directly into Shaka's soul.
"My timing was never any good," she says, her tones gentle. "But
we've got a moment to dance now ..."
She dances with Shaka, though her eyes flicker back toward the chorus of
children now and again; her touch feels warm against Shaka's Ra'Gada skin, and
though she isn't particularly skilled at the steps, she's got a natural grace
that helps make up for it.
"You're an adventurer, aren't you?" the younger Loranna asks Shaka.
"I've seen men like you before ..."[691]
[692] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 07:18 PM)
[693] Loranna nods to
Nalion, saying "This may be just a dream, but I can't just let it happen,
knowing what I know."
"Those children ae going to die," Loranna says quietly.
"The doG's going to lead them out and they're going to grow older and
there's going to be an accident ..."
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 07:21 PM)
[697] Hesek does not need to think long. "This is not real. And if it were you should not prevent things from happening. You have no idea what affect changing the past would have on the future." He give a shrug. "As it is, why should you help dreams?"
[699]
"There are so many paths that we walk, every step we take we make a
decision, and every decision leads to a different outcome. We've seen it
before, in the Blue Twilight when reality shifted to a point where Tris did not
save Ciel.", Nalion said. "Nontheless, even if it were real, we
already have intervened, by our mere presence. We should do what is
right." [700]
[701] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:22 PM)
[702] The younger Loranna
smiles, her eyes blue-green for a brief moment, seeming to look directly into
Shaka's soul.
"My timing was never any good," she says, her tones gentle.
"But we've got a moment to dance now ..."
She dances with Shaka, though her eyes flicker back toward the chorus of
children now and again; her touch feels warm against Shaka's Ra'Gada skin, and
though she isn't particularly skilled at the steps, she's got a natural grace
that helps make up for it.
"You're an adventurer, aren't you?" the younger Loranna asks
Shaka. "I've seen men like you before ..."
[704]
"That's true, I am, Loranna. Though I've met many men and women who had a
better right to call themselves that."
Shaka held the younger Loranna tight, thinking of the sorrows, and joys, that
lay ahead for her, all unknowing. Even if this was a dream. The thousands on
thousands who would die because of Azura within her. The thousands who would
live and thrive in Daruhn. The adventurers, including himself and his beloved
Anya, whose lives would also be altered forever. It was too much to think on.
"I don't know how much you can see within my mind. I wish I could make it
easier for you. But there will be great loves for you as well. Jazbet. Slyvos.
Your children." Shaka had a tear in his eye but wiped it away. Foolish. [705]
[706] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 07:27 PM)
[707] "There are so many paths that we walk, every step we take we make a decision, and every decision leads to a different outcome. We've seen it before, in the Blue Twilight when reality shifted to a point where Tris did not save Ciel.", Nalion said. "Nontheless, even if it were real, we already have intervened, by our mere presence. We should do what is right."
[709]
"I see the point of both sides, yet somehow, I think that the more
practical view should be followed," Erenius says. "Everything happened
as it did for a reason. If we make a change this early, at the very
beginning...if this is real, it could bring forth a thousand new forms ahead.
If it is not, we are doomed to failure, for we can't change that which has
already happened, even in a dream." [710]
[711] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 08:27 PM)
[712] "There are so many paths that we walk, every step we take we make a decision, and every decision leads to a different outcome. We've seen it before, in the Blue Twilight when reality shifted to a point where Tris did not save Ciel.", Nalion said. "Nontheless, even if it were real, we already have intervened, by our mere presence. We should do what is right."
[714]
Slashes speaks in a very matter of fact tone with no malace. "But what if
we do interfere. What if this is real after all. I could still be a slave,
Falco could be alive, Ald Raathim could be a pile of rubble. For all we know
Mannimarco's blight stones may not get destroyed because there were no heroes
of Ald Raathim to do it." [715]
[716] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 07:27 PM)
[717] "There are so many paths that we walk, every step we take we make a decision, and every decision leads to a different outcome. We've seen it before, in the Blue Twilight when reality shifted to a point where Tris did not save Ciel.", Nalion said. "Nontheless, even if it were real, we already have intervened, by our mere presence. We should do what is right."
[719]
"I agree with Nalion," Loranna says. "Dream or no dream, I let
this slide last time; I'm not going to let it slide again."[720]
QUOTE(FireMaster @ Mar 17 2006, 07:32 PM)
[721] "I see the point of both sides, yet somehow, I think that the more practical view should be followed," Erenius says. "Everything happened as it did for a reason. If we make a change this early, at the very beginning...if this is real, it could bring forth a thousand new forms ahead. If it is not, we are doomed to failure, for we can't change that which has already happened, even in a dream."
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 07:33 PM)
[725] Slashes speaks in a very matter of fact tone with no malace. "But what if we do interfere. What if this is real after all. I could still be a slave, Falco could be alive, Ald Raathim could be a pile of rubble. For all we know Mannimarco's blight stones may not get destroyed because there were no heroes of Ald Raathim to do it."
[727]
"Gentlemen," Loranna says, keeping her voice low, "please, don't
go assuming such powers even of the Daedra. They can't mess with Akatosh's
realm like this; this is just a dream world, drawn from our thoughts. And we're
not watching things unfold anymore, we're in the dream - and hopefully, we'll
find a way out. But until then ... even if these are but dream-fragments,
what's right is right."
Slashes, meanwhile, might notice familiar, pleasing food scents tickling his
nose ...[728]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 07:31 PM)
[729] "That's true, I
am, Loranna. Though I've met many men and women who had a better right to
call themselves that."
Shaka held the younger Loranna tight, thinking of the sorrows, and joys,
that lay ahead for her, all unknowing. Even if this was a dream.
The thousands on thousands who would die because of Azura within her. The
thousands who would live and thrive in Daruhn. The adventurers, including
himself and his beloved Anya, whose lives would also be altered forever.
It was too much to think on.
"I don't know how much you can see within my mind. I wish I could
make it easier for you. But there will be great loves for you as
well. Jazbet. Slyvos. Your children." Shaka had a
tear in his eye but wiped it away. Foolish.
[731]
The younger Loranna stares at Shaka open-mouthed, no longer dancing. "I
... I ..." she says, her expression faltering, her eyes turning bright
green and boring through Shaka's skull with almost irresistable intensity, like
she was trying to draw the thoughts right out of his head. Her expression
changes in an instant, becoming like that of a predatory cat, hungry and
imperious.
... But the look lasts for but an instant, and her eyes return to their normal
blue as she pushes Shaka away. " ... S.sorry; I need air, excuse me
..." she says, hurrying for the exit ...[732]
[733] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:42 PM)
[734] The younger Loranna
stares at Shaka open-mouthed, no longer dancing. "I ... I ..."
she says, her expression faltering, her eyes turning bright green and boring
through Shaka's skull with almost irresistable intensity, like she was trying
to draw the thoughts right out of his head. Her expression changes in an
instant, becoming like that of a predatory cat, hungry and imperious.
... But the look lasts for but an instant, and her eyes return to their normal
blue as she pushes Shaka away. " ... S.sorry; I need air, excuse me
..." she says, hurrying for the exit ...
[736]
Shaka held his right hand to his temple, eyes closed against the pain, then
straightened. "I'm sorry too, my Lady," he said. "You're so much
like her, yet not. That was self-indulgent of me."
He walked over to the true Loranna and the group around her.[737]
[738] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:42 PM)
[739] "I agree with
Nalion," Loranna says. "Dream or no dream, I let this slide
last time; I'm not going to let it slide again."
"Gentlemen," Loranna says, keeping her voice low, "please, don't
go assuming such powers even of the Daedra. They can't mess with
Akatosh's realm like this; this is just a dream world, drawn from our
thoughts. And we're not watching things unfold anymore, we're in the
dream - and hopefully, we'll find a way out. But until then ... even if
these are but dream-fragments, what's right is right."
Slashes, meanwhile, might notice familiar, pleasing food scents tickling his
nose ...
[741]
"Yes, you are right. the daedra could not have that much power. Such
changes in time would mean a dragon break. I wonder what Sheogorath's plan
is." He stops talking for a moment. His nostrils flare. He could smell
some live meat nearby, an animal native to Argonia no less. It must be
something special for the Argonian guests. "If you will excuse me for a
moment."
He approaches a wooden bowl with some small furry creatures crawling around in
it. "Ahh, now this is food." He reaches down and takes one. Popping
it whole in his mouth. [742]
[743] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 07:54 PM)
[744] But fancy a dally or
dilly
In a land that’s quite hilly
Wearing underclothes frilly
You’re just gilding the lily
And it’s so rudely cyrodilly
[746]
Some more rude verses later, the song came to a rousing end.
“Oh, weren’t they wonderful?” The audience applauded fondly at the end of the
song, none of them the least bit disturbed at its rudeness.
The children bowed, grinning, pleased to have won approval of the adults.
“And now, in honor of our guests from Morrowind,” the orchestra leader said,
beginning the next song. It was the same Nordic/Dunmeri tune that was played
when Loranna entertained Barenziah on the cliffs in Ald Raathim.
The children, no longer the center of attention, began to wander off.[747]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:42 PM)
[748] ... But the look lasts for but an instant, and her eyes return to their normal blue as she pushes Shaka away. " ... S.sorry; I need air, excuse me ..." she says, hurrying for the exit ...
[750]
“Where’s the pretty lady going?” one of the older children, a girl who was
clearly the leader of the group wondered, following Loranna.
“Wait for us!” the others cried, running after her.[751]
[752] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 07:48 PM)
[753] "Yes, you are
right. the daedra could not have that much power. Such changes in
time would mean a dragon break. I wonder what Sheogorath's plan
is." He stops talking for a moment. His nostrils flare.
He could smell some live meat nearby, an animal native to Argonia no
less. It must be something special for the Argonian guests.
"If you will excuse me for a moment."
He approaches a wooden bowl with some small furry creatures crawling around in
it. "Ahh, now this is food." He reaches down and takes
one. Popping it whole in his mouth.
[755]
Other people are helping themselves to the food around the wooden bowl as well,
laughing and exchanging very witty comments among themselves and seemingly
unable to stop stuffing their faces as they talk and laugh.
Slashes's palette has never tasted anything so wonderously tasty; truly, this
is the very food of his dreams. He feels sharp and aware, and there is plenty
of live food on the table left and few Argonians around, save one who looks a
bit like a cromberry at the moment.[756]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 07:51 PM)
[757] Some more rude verses
later, the song came to a rousing end.
“Oh, weren’t they wonderful?” The audience applauded fondly at the end of the
song, none of them the least bit disturbed at its rudeness.
The children bowed, grinning, pleased to have won approval of the adults.
“And now, in honor of our guests from Morrowind,” the orchestra leader said,
beginning the next song. It was the same Nordic/Dunmeri tune that was
played when Loranna entertained Barenziah on the cliffs in Ald Raathim.
The children, no longer the center of attention, began to wander off.
“Where’s the pretty lady going?” one of the older children, a girl who was
clearly the leader of the group wondered, following Loranna.
“Wait for us!” the others cried, running after her.
[759]
The younger Loranna pauses, blinking, then gives a small smile. " ... I
guess we could go out together," she says to the leader. "Sure; why
don't we head out and find some sweetrolls, what do you say?"
The older Loranna, meanwhile, notices the children heading out, and starts
heading for them, but stops in her tracks when she sees her younger self.
"Uhh ... I should not go near her," she says, quickly stepping back.
"And neither should I be trusted with kids back then ..."[760]
[761] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:03 PM)
[762]
The older Loranna, meanwhile, notices the children heading out, and starts
heading for them, but stops in her tracks when she sees her younger self.
"Uhh ... I should not go near her," she says, quickly stepping
back. "And neither should I be trusted with kids back then ..."
[764]
"What's going to happen, Your Grace?" said Shaka. "And why can't
you talk to her? Because of the telepathy, or Azura?" He glanced around to
make sure that no one other than the group was listening, even though they were
probably surrounded only by a dream.
"Anything I can do to help?"
[765]
[766] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:03 PM)
[767] Slashes's palette has never tasted anything so wonderously tasty; truly, this is the very food of his dreams. He feels sharp and aware, and there is plenty of live food on the table left and few Argonians around, save one who looks a bit like a cromberry at the moment.
[769]
Slashes-With-Claws takes another quick sniff of all the fresh meat. His
instincts kick in. He shows some teeth as his eyes get a wild look. He takes
another animal and swallows it. Finding a larger one he tears it apart. The hot
blood and meat taste wonderful.
He notices though after that he should be full, but he is not. Hmph, all a
dream, he thinks. He begins to walk back to Loranna and the others. [770]
[771] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 08:07 PM)
[772] "What's going to
happen, Your Grace?" said Shaka. "And why can't you talk to
her? Because of the telepathy, or Azura?" He glanced around to
make sure that no one other than the group was listening, even though they were
probably surrounded only by a dream.
"Anything I can do to help?"
[774]
"Before we all met back up," Loranna explains, "I ran into my
younger self at White Haven; when she read my mind and saw everything I'd been
through, it pushed her all the way over to Azura. Her views now are pretty much
the same as they were at White Haven; if she and I meet, I'll just bring out
Azura in her - and who knows what that will cause?"[775]
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 08:07 PM)
[776] Slashes-With-Claws
takes another quick sniff of all the fresh meat. His instincts kick
in. He shows some teeth as his eyes get a wild look. He takes
another animal and swallows it. Finding a larger one he tears it
apart. The hot blood and meat taste wonderful.
He notices though after that he should be full, but he is not. Hmph, all
a dream, he thinks. He begins to walk back to Loranna and the others.
[778]
Slashes catches Loranna's eye, and she turns. " ... Ut-oh ..." she
says, seeing a huge mound of sweetrolls lying next to a wooden platter.
"Slashes ..." Already, Slashes is starting to gain weight ...[779]
[780] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:03 PM)
[781] The younger Loranna pauses, blinking, then gives a small smile. " ... I guess we could go out together," she says to the leader. "Sure; why don't we head out and find some sweetrolls, what do you say?"
[783]
The children cheer, running after Loranna, playing tag with one another. As it
happens, as they step outside the mansion, a carriage rolls by on the road. The
smell in it is unmistakable: it's a baker going to market in the town, his
wagon loaded with all sorts of delicacies, including sweetrolls.
The children, singing their signature song in delight, grab Loranna by the
hands and run after it.[784]
[785] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:13 PM)
[786] Slashes catches Loranna's eye, and she turns. " ... Ut-oh ..." she says, seeing a huge mound of sweetrolls lying next to a wooden platter. "Slashes ..." Already, Slashes is starting to gain weight ...
[788]
Slashes looks down at himself. "What is going on?" He asks concerned.
His body continues to expand, pressing against his armor, causing pain and
discomfort.
"Wash the foo enhanted?" His voice becoming more concerned and rather
slurred. He had never seen magicka like this before.
"Lora, helf me!" He calls, staggering slightly as though drunk. He
had never been drunk before, his immunity to poison made alcohol less effective
on him. [789]
[790] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:13 PM)
[791] "Before we all met back up," Loranna explains, "I ran into my younger self at White Haven; when she read my mind and saw everything I'd been through, it pushed her all the way over to Azura. Her views now are pretty much the same as they were at White Haven; if she and I meet, I'll just bring out Azura in her - and who knows what that will cause?"
[793]
Shaka had only shards of memories from the Tome. Something about a massacre of
children later down the road . . . .
He ran for the door that the younger Loranna had taken.[794]
[795] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:13 PM)
[796] "Before we all
met back up," Loranna explains, "I ran into my younger self at White
Haven; when she read my mind and saw everything I'd been through, it pushed her
all the way over to Azura. Her views now are pretty much the same as they
were at White Haven; if she and I meet, I'll just bring out Azura in her - and
who knows what that will cause?"
Slashes catches Loranna's eye, and she turns. " ... Ut-oh ..."
she says, seeing a huge mound of sweetrolls lying next to a wooden
platter. "Slashes ..." Already, Slashes is starting to
gain weight ...
[798]
"You were rather hard to talk to normally then, as far as I remember from
Snowhawk on, Loranna.", Nalion said, then looked at the growing belly of
Slashes. The mage definitely wanted to look more at the sweetrolls at the table
than another one's belly, but still... the mage knew now what would happen if
someone at the foods.
"Uhm... I think we need to break this spell on the platter... Wasn't there
some weird jumping around to turn it off?", the mage said, trying to
remember from what little he had read about this event in the Mythopoeic
Tome... [799]
[800] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 08:21 PM)
[801] "You were rather
hard to talk to normally then, as far as I remember from Snowhawk on,
Loranna.", Nalion said, then looked at the growing belly of Slashes. The
mage definitely wanted to look more at the sweetrolls at the table than another
one's belly, but still... the mage knew now what would happen if someone at the
foods.
"Uhm... I think we need to break this spell on the platter... Wasn't there
some weird jumping around to turn it off?", the mage said, trying to
remember from what little he had read about this event in the Mythopoeic
Tome...
[803]
Slyvos just blinked at the scene, yet again forgetting important details from
this incident. Of course, this made him pretty useless right now....
"I'm just going to assume that there is a way around that, right?" He
asked Nalion and Loranna, worried. [804]
[805] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 08:18 PM)
[806] Slashes looks down at
himself. "What is going on?" He asks concerned. His
body continues to expand, pressing against his armor, causing pain and
discomfort.
"Wash the foo enhanted?" His voice becoming more concerned and
rather slurred. He had never seen magicka like this before.
"Lora, helf me!" He calls, staggering slightly as though
drunk. He had never been drunk before, his immunity to poison made
alcohol less effective on him.
[808]
Loranna hastily casts a Dispel, pouring extra magicka into it. Slashes feels
himself growing thinner, but the magic of the food is strong, and Loranna has
to keep casting the spell ...[809]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 08:21 PM)
[810] "You were rather
hard to talk to normally then, as far as I remember from Snowhawk on,
Loranna.", Nalion said, then looked at the growing belly of Slashes. The
mage definitely wanted to look more at the sweetrolls at the table than another
one's belly, but still... the mage knew now what would happen if someone at the
foods.
"Uhm... I think we need to break this spell on the platter... Wasn't there
some weird jumping around to turn it off?", the mage said, trying to
remember from what little he had read about this event in the Mythopoeic
Tome...
[812]
"Someone call Lord Darius over here; I'll handle the Platter,"
Loranna says, finally managing to break the curse on Slashes. "The rest of
you - help the children." Loranna's eyes flash with purpose. "And yes
Nalion, I know; you have permission to knock her out if you have to."
[813]
[814] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:24 PM)
[815] Loranna hastily casts
a Dispel, pouring extra magicka into it. Slashes feels himself growing
thinner, but the magic of the food is strong, and Loranna has to keep casting
the spell ...
"Someone call Lord Darius over here; I'll handle the Platter,"
Loranna says, finally managing to break the curse on Slashes. "The
rest of you - help the children." Loranna's eyes flash with
purpose. "And yes Nalion, I know; you have permission to knock her
out if you have to."
[817]
"Thank you Your Grace." He glares at the platter and growls. "I
would like to shove that whole platter down the throat of whoever put that
there." He turns his attention back to Loranna. "What are your orders
Your Grace?" [818]
[819] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:24 PM)
[820] Loranna hastily casts
a Dispel, pouring extra magicka into it. Slashes feels himself growing
thinner, but the magic of the food is strong, and Loranna has to keep casting
the spell ...
"Someone call Lord Darius over here; I'll handle the Platter,"
Loranna says, finally managing to break the curse on Slashes. "The
rest of you - help the children." Loranna's eyes flash with
purpose. "And yes Nalion, I know; you have permission to knock her
out if you have to."
[822]
Nalion nodded, then scanned the people, seeing Darius nearby. Approaching him,
Nalion said in a low voice.
"Lord Darius, there's a lady that wants to speak to you as soon as possible.
Over there."
Nalion pointed at Loranna and gave Darius an urgent look. Then, the mage
hurried outside towards the children. [823]
[824] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 08:29 PM)
[825] "Thank you Your Grace." He glares at the platter and growls. "I would like to shove that whole platter down the throat of whoever put that there." He turns his attention back to Loranna. "What are your orders Your Grace?"
[827]
Slyvos just tilted his head, not really worried now anymore. Of course,
considering they were in this dream because of Sheo, he wasn't going to be
surprised or worried about much to begin with. After all, if it WASN'T going to
be horrid and suprising, then it didn't make sense... but, if it didn't make
sense, then the daM doG would do that... wouldn't he?
"note to self, stop trying to discern the motives of the daM doG in my
head..." he muttered to himself, following the older Loranna to aid her in
helping the people afflicted by the platter. [828]
[829] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:21 PM)
[830] He ran for the door that the younger Loranna had taken.
QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 09:30 PM)
[834] Then, the mage hurried outside towards the children.
[836]
The bakery wagon had begun to go faster and faster down the road, and the
children, laughing, singing, and pulling on the younger Loranna, had also been
running at an inhumanly fast speed. Both were far down the road when Shaka and
Nalion came out to the cobblestone path.[837]
[838] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:35 PM)
[839] The bakery wagon had begun to go faster and faster down the road, and the children, laughing, singing, and pulling on the younger Loranna, had also been running at an inhumanly fast speed. Both were far down the road when Shaka and Nalion came out to the cobblestone path.
[841]
Shaka didn't waste much time cursing about it. The Banker was far ahead of
them, as usual. But he had to try, even if this was probably not real.
The battlemage cast Feet of Notorgo on himself and hurdled down the road after
the children and Loranna. If he could paralyze the baker's horse by throwing
the Lover's Kiss spell at it, they might have a chance to stop the carriage. [842]
[843] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 08:35 PM)
[844] The bakery wagon had begun to go faster and faster down the road, and the children, laughing, singing, and pulling on the younger Loranna, had also been running at an inhumanly fast speed. Both were far down the road when Shaka and Nalion came out to the cobblestone path.
[846]
Nalion saw that he himself could probably not catch up with them in time,
but...[847]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 08:40 PM)
[848] Shaka didn't waste
much time cursing about it. The Banker was far ahead of them, as
usual. But he had to try, even if this was probably not real.
The battle mage cast Feet of Notorgo on himself and hurdled down the road after
the children and Loranna. If he could paralyze the baker's horse by
throwing the Lover's Kiss spell at it, they might have a chance to stop the
carriage.
[850]
"Shaka, you run after them, I try to distract them!", Nalio shouted
after the Redguard, then lifted his hands to the air.
He mumbled incantations, then a series of spells sprang forth heading towards
the air over Loranna and the children.
Once over them, the spells exploded in blues and reds as the fireballs
dissolved in a display of fireworks-like effect, the lightning spell painted
blue light onto the walls of the nearby houses and an ice spell created little
cold snowflakes that showered down on the children.
Nalion hoped that this would distract the children from their path, and maybe
scare the horses for a moment giving Shaka the time to intervene. [851]
[852] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 08:29 PM)
[853] "Thank you Your Grace." He glares at the platter and growls. "I would like to shove that whole platter down the throat of whoever put that there." He turns his attention back to Loranna. "What are your orders Your Grace?"
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 08:34 PM)
[857] Slyvos just tilted his
head, not really worried now anymore. Of course, considering they were in this
dream because of Sheo, he wasn't going to be surprised or worried about much to
begin with. After all, if it WASN'T going to be horrid and suprising, then it
didn't make sense... but, if it didn't make sense, then the daM doG would do
that... wouldn't he?
"note to self, stop trying to discern the motives of the daM doG in my head..."
he muttered to himself, following the older Loranna to aid her in helping the
people afflicted by the platter.
[859]
"Help me cure and calm people down," Loranna says to both Slashes and
Slyvos. "And grab that platter and keep anyone from eating from the food
on the table."
She makes her way quickly over to the by now much-ballooned guests.[860]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 08:30 PM)
[861] Nalion nodded, then
scanned the people, seeing Darius nearby. Approaching him, Nalion said in a low
voice.
"Lord Darius, there's a lady that wants to speak to you as soon as
possible. Over there."
Nalion pointed at Loranna and gave Darius an urgent look. Then, the mage
hurried outside towards the children.
[863]
Lord Darius was, at that time, trying vainly to assure a comically plump
Imperial woman that she wasn't gaining any weight at all, despite the fact that
her dress was tearing at inconvenient places. Dayla, in the corner, has to
stifle a laugh as she mutters "This is something you don't see often
..."
As Loranna comes up and casts a Dispel on the poor Imperial woman, reducing her
to moremundane levels of obesity, Lord Darius sighs "Oh thank the Nine ...
Your Grace, one of your men said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, my Lord," Loranna says, directing Slyvos and Slashes to start
helping her. "I'm afraid someone has swapped a cursed item into your
banquet for tonight. We need to remove the curse and stop the item from causing
any more mischief."
"A cursed item ... but how?" Lord Darius sputters, taking a long swig
of brandy.
"That's not the priority right now, my Lord," Loranna says, still
casting Dispel. "Right now, we need to get magical aid to anyone who's
eaten of the food on this table, before they balloon beyond the point of
bursting. Be a dear please and help keep people calm while I work my
magic?"
"Er, yes, yes of course ..." Lord Darius says, bemused as he turns to
tell someone "Now, it's all right; we'll have you fixed in a jiffy
..."
"Ya jes said nuttin was wrong wit me!" the corpulent Breton roars,
looking ready to bite Darius's head off. Darius's eyes widen as he gets a meaty
fist to his stomach, and Samson and Harg show up to help calm things down.
"Whoa now!" Samson says, trying to restrain the ever-ballooning
Breton. "What's going on here?"
Dayla slithers up, casting a Dispel. "Seems there's been a curse
inflicted," she says, shaking her head and thinking to herself Maybe
this is how we get out of this dream ... assuming getting out will take us back
to the real world ... [864]
[865] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 09:44 PM)
[866] Once over them, the
spells exploded in blues and reds as the fireballs dissolved in a display of
fireworks-like effect, the lightning spell painted blue light onto the walls of
the nearby houses and an ice spell created little cold snowflakes that showered
down on the children.
Nalion hoped that this would distract the children from their path, and maybe
scare the horses for a moment giving Shaka the time to intervene.
[868]
The children gasped at the sight, but nothing it seemed could distract them
from their goal of the sweetrolls ...[869]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:40 PM)
[870] Shaka didn't waste
much time cursing about it. The Banker was far ahead of them, as
usual. But he had to try, even if this was probably not real.
The battlemage cast Feet of Notorgo on himself and hurdled down the road after
the children and Loranna. If he could paralyze the baker's horse by
throwing the Lover's Kiss spell at it, they might have a chance to stop the
carriage.
[872]
Shaka could shorten the distance, but it was an impossible maneuver to cast the
spell at first. He was behind Loranna and the children, who were behind the
wagon, which was behind the horse, so there was a lot in the way of his target.
Until it turned a corner, and then for an instant, he had a clear shot ... [873]
[874] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 08:44 PM)
[875] Nalion saw that he
himself could probably not catch up with them in time, but...
"Shaka, you run after them, I try to distract them!", Nalio shouted
after the Redguard, then lifted his hands to the air.
He mumbled incantations, then a series of spells sprang forth heading towards
the air over Loranna and the children.
Once over them, the spells exploded in blues and reds as the fireballs
dissolved in a display of fireworks-like effect, the lightning spell painted
blue light onto the walls of the nearby houses and an ice spell created little
cold snowflakes that showered down on the children.
Nalion hoped that this would distract the children from their path, and maybe
scare the horses for a moment giving Shaka the time to intervene.
[877]
Despite being pulled along, the younger Loranna looks up when Nalion's magic
exlodes around them. "Wait; what's this?" she says, trying to stop
and look around.[878]
[879] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:50 PM)
[880] Despite being pulled along, the younger Loranna looks up when Nalion's magic exlodes around them. "Wait; what's this?" she says, trying to stop and look around.
[882]
The children kept her from stopping but for an instant, pushing her on. In
truth, she felt very much compelled to stay with them ...[883]
[884] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 08:49 PM)
[885] "Help me cure and
calm people down," Loranna says to both Slashes and Slyvos.
"And grab that platter and keep anyone from eating from the food on the
table."
She makes her way quickly over to the by now much-ballooned guests.
Lord Darius was, at that time, trying vainly to assure a comically plump
Imperial woman that she wasn't gaining any weight at all, despite the fact that
her dress was tearing at inconvenient places. Dayla, in the corner, has
to stifle a laugh as she mutters "This is something you don't see often
..."
As Loranna comes up and casts a Dispel on the poor Imperial woman, reducing her
to moremundane levels of obesity, Lord Darius sighs "Oh thank the Nine ...
Your Grace, one of your men said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, my Lord," Loranna says, directing Slyvos and Slashes to start
helping her. "I'm afraid someone has swapped a cursed item into your
banquet for tonight. We need to remove the curse and stop the item from
causing any more mischief."
"A cursed item ... but how?" Lord Darius sputters, taking a long swig
of brandy.
"That's not the priority right now, my Lord," Loranna says, still
casting Dispel. "Right now, we need to get magical aid to anyone
who's eaten of the food on this table, before they balloon beyond the point of
bursting. Be a dear please and help keep people calm while I work my
magic?"
"Er, yes, yes of course ..." Lord Darius says, bemused as he turns to
tell someone "Now, it's all right; we'll have you fixed in a jiffy
..."
"Ya jes said nuttin was wrong wit me!" the corpulent Breton roars,
looking ready to bite Darius's head off. Darius's eyes widen as he gets a
meaty fist to his stomach, and Samson and Harg show up to help calm things
down.
"Whoa now!" Samson says, trying to restrain the ever-ballooning
Breton. "What's going on here?"
Dayla slithers up, casting a Dispel. "Seems there's been a curse
inflicted," she says, shaking her head and thinking to herself Maybe
this is how we get out of this dream ... assuming getting out will take us back
to the real world ...
[887]
Slyvos just proceeded to cast dispel on the poor guests that were starting to
bloat up from the lack of food, the strength of the spells doing perfect in
keeping the swelling down as he focused on this. He would let Slashes deal with
the platter itself, seeing as he probably had a bone to pick with the thing
after that. [888]
Slashes-With-Claws approached the platter, casting a quick dispel on a fattening dunmer. He picked up the platter, and with a grin, slammed it on his metal greaves with all his might in an attempt to break it. [889]
[890] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:52 PM)
[891] The children kept her from stopping but for an instant, pushing her on. In truth, she felt very much compelled to stay with them ...
[893]
Shaka shouted for Loranna to stop and, at the same time, tried to focus his
thoughts at her, not really knowing if it would register telepathically. He
took his one clear shot at the horse and threw the green ball of the Lover's
Kiss . . . .[894]
[895] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 08:52 PM)
[896] The children kept her from stopping but for an instant, pushing her on. In truth, she felt very much compelled to stay with them ...
[898]
Shaking her head, the younger Loranna picks up her pace. The smell of
sweetrolls was tantalizing her quite a bit now.
"Ooops; careful rounding the corner!" she laughs to the children.[899]
[900] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:58 PM)
[901] Shaka shouted for Loranna to stop and, at the same time, tried to focus his thoughts at her, not really knowing if it would register telepathically. He took his one clear shot at the horse and threw the green ball of the Lover's Kiss . . . .
[903]
The spell exploded over horse and driver, and they froze. The momentum of the
wagon, however, rushing at its superhuman speed, threw it up and over them,
crashing spectacularly.
The back of the wagon showered sweetrolls and other delicacies everywhere all
over the road. The children fell on them, stuffing themselves.
A coffin also fell out of the back of wagon.
[904]
[905] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 10:02 PM)
[906] The spell exploded
over horse and driver, and they froze. The momentum of the wagon,
however, rushing at its superhuman speed, threw it up and over them, crashing
spectacularly.
The back of the wagon showered sweetrolls and other delicacies everywhere all
over the road. The children fell on them, stuffing themselves.
A coffin also fell out of the back of wagon.
[908]
Shaka's skin crawled at the sight of the coffin. He stayed away from it for the
moment, checking whether the driver and horse needed healing.
"Loranna, the children would have been killed," he said angrily to
her, though she probably had been entranced. "Don't ask me how I know, but
it would have happened."
Even now, as her callow youthful self, she had the power to befuddle him, he
realized. He stared at the voluptuous beauty and wondered how much Azura was
running the show.[909]
[910] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 10:07 PM)
[911] Shaka's skin crawled
at the sight of the coffin. He stayed away from it for the moment,
checking whether the driver and horse needed healing.
"Loranna, the children would have been killed," he said angrily
to her, though she probably had been entranced. "Don't ask me how I
know, but it would have happened."
Even now, as her callow youthful self, she had the power to befuddle him,
he realized. He stared at the voluptuous beauty and wondered how much
Azura was running the show.
[913]
The driver, a handsome, well-dressed man with slightly crazy hair, a waistcoat
and a cane, was very dead, as was the horse.
[914]
[915] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:02 PM)
[916] The spell exploded
over horse and driver, and they froze. The momentum of the wagon,
however, rushing at its superhuman speed, threw it up and over them, crashing
spectacularly.
The back of the wagon showered sweetrolls and other delicacies everywhere all
over the road. The children fell on them, stuffing themselves.
A coffin also fell out of the back of wagon.
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:07 PM)
[920] Shaka's skin crawled
at the sight of the coffin. He stayed away from it for the moment,
checking whether the driver and horse needed healing.
"Loranna, the children would have been killed," he said angrily
to her, though she probably had been entranced. "Don't ask me how I
know, but it would have happened."
Even now, as her callow youthful self, she had the power to befuddle him,
he realized. He stared at the voluptuous beauty and wondered how much
Azura was running the show.
[922]
Nalion had ran after the carriage and he just arrived now, panting hard. With a
frown, he looked at the scenery, but he was glad that the children were safe.
He also looked at young Loranna, with a frown and a thoughtful expression. He
said nothing, though.
The coffin, however, awoke his interest. Seeing that the children were occupied
'salvaging' the precious cargo of the coach into their little mouths, he opened
the coffin.
The mage was strangely reminded that he should - by all rights - be already
dead... [923]
[924] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:02 PM)
[925] The spell exploded
over horse and driver, and they froze. The momentum of the wagon,
however, rushing at its superhuman speed, threw it up and over them, crashing
spectacularly.
The back of the wagon showered sweetrolls and other delicacies everywhere all
over the road. The children fell on them, stuffing themselves.
A coffin also fell out of the back of wagon.
[927]
The younger Loranna looks shocked at the sudden overturning of the cart; she
looks around in confusion ...[928]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:07 PM)
[929] Shaka's skin crawled
at the sight of the coffin. He stayed away from it for the moment,
checking whether the driver and horse needed healing.
"Loranna, the children would have been killed," he said angrily
to her, though she probably had been entranced. "Don't ask me how I
know, but it would have happened."
Even now, as her callow youthful self, she had the power to befuddle him,
he realized. He stared at the voluptuous beauty and wondered how much
Azura was running the show.
[931]
Seeing Shaka, the younger Loranna's lips set in a detemrined line. "What
did you do that for?!" she demands. "The only reason they'd have been
hurt was because you might have spilled the cart on them! What are you doing
here?'
She backs away from Shaka, her eyes wavering; on impulse she picks up a
sweetroll though she doesn't eat it yet.[932]
[933] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 10:14 PM)
[934] The coffin, however,
awoke his interest. Seeing that the children were occupied 'salvaging' the
precious cargo of the coach into their little mouths, he opened the coffin.
The mage was strangely reminded that he should - by all rights - be already
dead...
[936]
Inside the coffin was a man in a long black robe, talon-like hands, and a
peaceful, boy-like face, his eyes closed in death. [937]
[938] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 10:13 PM)
[939] The driver, a handsome, well-dressed man with slightly crazy hair, a waistcoat and a cane, was very dead, as was the horse.
[941]
"Must be his sense of humor," muttered Shaka. "A shame about the
horse, though."
Shaka straightened from examining the driver. Should he even have gotten
involved? But even if Loranna's company were toys for the Banker, they had to
be true to their nature.
When he finally saw the occupant of the coffin, Shaka's eyes widened in shock.[942]
[943] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:16 PM)
[944] Inside the coffin was a man in a long black robe, talon-like hands, and a peaceful, boy-like face, his eyes closed in death.
[946]
Nalion jumped back from the coffin.
"You...!", he shouted, alarm in his voice. The mage stretched out his
arm towards Mannimarco and summoned his will... [947]
[948] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 10:18 PM)
[949] "Must be his
sense of humor," muttered Shaka. "A shame about the horse,
though."
Shaka straightened from examining the driver. Should he even have gotten
involved? But even if Loranna's company were toys for the Banker,
they had to be true to their nature.
[951]
From the woods came footsteps. Many, many footsteps. Walking slow. Bringing
with them a smell of death.
One of the children stopped and stared, his sweetroll falling out of his mouth.
"Stendarr ... I almost forgot ... It's Tales and Tallows!"
"The night the dead walk!" shrieked the girl who was the leader.
Making quite as much noise as frightened children usually do, the children
screamed and ran back towards the mansion. No longer enchanted, however, their
pace was much slower than before, and they were still miles away ...
And the sound of the shambling dead was coming from all around.
[952]
[953] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 08:55 PM)
[954] Slashes-With-Claws approached the platter, casting a quick dispel on a fattening dunmer. He picked up the platter, and with a grin, slammed it on his metal greaves with all his might in an attempt to break it.
[956]
Slashes bruises his knee, and the platter flies out of his hand, landing on
Harg's head.
"Now, dress him up like a chicken and smack his head into the
ground," Loranna tells Darius, pointing to the giant Nord.
"What?!" Darius says, stunned.
"WHAT!" Harg says, dismayed.
"And he has to be waving a wooden spoon in the air and trying not to be
pulled down," Loranna continues, as though neither man had said anything.
"Your Grace, this is ..." Darius protests weakly.
"Do you want this artifact of the daM doG to keep plaguing your guests, my
Lord?" Loranna asks, simply and straightforwardly.
Lord Darius gulps. "Um, Harg ... come with me ..."
Between Loranna, Slashes, and Slyvos, most of the ballooning guests are cured,
though the crowd is whispering and there's a fair bit of turmoil going on right
now. Darius downs two brandies before he and Harg disappear into the servant's
chambers.[957]
Reichi aspproached the
scene of the carriage wreck, holy blade out. He could hear the shambling of
undead, smell the odor of death. He gripped the blade tightly. "Well, the
dream just turned into a nightmare."
[958]
[959] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 10:21 PM)
[960] From the woods came
footsteps. Many, many footsteps. Walking slow. Bringing with
them a smell of death.
One of the children stopped and stared, his sweetroll falling out of his mouth.
"Stendarr ... I almost forgot ... It's Tales and Tallows!"
"The night the dead walk!" shrieked the girl who was the leader.
Making quite as much noise as frightened children usually do, the children
screamed and ran back towards the mansion. No longer enchanted, however,
their pace was much slower than before, and they were still miles away ...
And the sound of the shambling dead was coming from all around.
[962]
"You have got to be KIDDING ME!" said Shaka, but started throwing
fireballs in the direction of the undead.
[963]
[964] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:21 PM)
[965] From the woods came
footsteps. Many, many footsteps. Walking slow. Bringing with
them a smell of death.
One of the children stopped and stared, his sweetroll falling out of his mouth.
"Stendarr ... I almost forgot ... It's Tales and Tallows!"
"The night the dead walk!" shrieked the girl who was the leader.
Making quite as much noise as frightened children usually do, the children
screamed and ran back towards the mansion. No longer enchanted, however,
their pace was much slower than before, and they were still miles away ...
And the sound of the shambling dead was coming from all around.
[967]
The younger Loranna screams as well, trying to push some of the slower children
ahead of her.
Looking to Shaka and Nalion, she yells "Please, by the Lady, do
something!", but even as she yells, a strange, almost predatory look
starts coming over her face, and her eyes turn blue-green ...[968]
[969] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 09:23 PM)
[970] Slashes bruises his
knee, and the platter flies out of his hand, landing on Harg's head.
"Now, dress him up like a chicken and smack his head into the
ground," Loranna tells Darius, pointing to the giant Nord.
"What?!" Darius says, stunned.
"WHAT!" Harg says, dismayed.
"And he has to be waving a wooden spoon in the air and trying not to be
pulled down," Loranna continues, as though neither man had said anything.
"Your Grace, this is ..." Darius protests weakly.
"Do you want this artifact of the daM doG to keep plaguing your guests, my
Lord?" Loranna asks, simply and straightforwardly.
Lord Darius gulps. "Um, Harg ... come with me ..."
Between Loranna, Slashes, and Slyvos, most of the ballooning guests are cured,
though the crowd is whispering and there's a fair bit of turmoil going on right
now. Darius downs two brandies before he and Harg disappear into the
servant's chambers.
[972]
"Loranna, normally I'd ask if you had just gone crazy for what you told
them to do... but considering it involves the daM doG, I'm not surprised."
Slyvos said, rolling his eyes at the sight of the nord with the platter on his
head.
This has turned out to be an.. interesting, adventure so far. Disturbing,
painful, and insane, but that's how most of his adventures turned out to begin
with anyway. [973]
Slashes looked at Harg who had the platter on his head. "At least no one can get to it up there." He mumbles to himself. Then aloud he says, "Maybe the thing should be buried." [974]
Athaso, unsure of exactly what was going or what to do, followed a few of the others after the carriage. He arrived only a moment after Reichi, but was considerably more out of breath, especially after almost being knocked over by a mob of small children running back to he mansion. "What the hell?!" is all he could muster between the coffin and more of the walking dead. [975]
[976] QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 17 2006, 10:26 PM)
[977] Reichi aspproached the scene of the carriage wreck, holy blade out. He could hear the shambling of undead, smell the odor of death. He gripped the blade tightly. "Well, the dream just turned into a nightmare."
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 10:26 PM)
[981] "You have got to be KIDDING ME!" said Shaka, but started throwing fireballs in the direction of the undead.
[983]
There were plenty of targets for Reichi and Shaka, as the shambling undead
began spilling down from the woods on both sides of the road. Though they were
happy to attack the heroes, their attention seemed more peculiarly drawn
towards the shrieking children, continuing their run for Lord Darius's manor.[984]
[985] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:21 PM)
[986] From the woods came
footsteps. Many, many footsteps. Walking slow. Bringing with
them a smell of death.
One of the children stopped and stared, his sweetroll falling out of his mouth.
"Stendarr ... I almost forgot ... It's Tales and Tallows!"
"The night the dead walk!" shrieked the girl who was the leader.
Making quite as much noise as frightened children usually do, the children screamed
and ran back towards the mansion. No longer enchanted, however, their
pace was much slower than before, and they were still miles away ...
And the sound of the shambling dead was coming from all around.
[988]
There was no reaction from the coffin, and nothing in it moved. Nalion was
surprised and he let the spell he had on his lips subside. Then though, the
undead and the screams of the children caught his attention. Indecisive, Nalion
exchanged looks between Mannimarco, the children and the zombies, then quickly
closed the coffin.[989]
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:26 PM)
[990] "You have got to be KIDDING ME!" said Shaka, but started throwing fireballs in the direction of the undead.
[992]
"Guard the children!", Nalion shouted, creating a shield around himself
and facing the zombies. From his hands sprang forth a fireball and seared
towards a zombie, hoping to buy a little bit more of time for the children.
"Loranna, get moving!", he shouted towards the young Nordic barmaid. [993]
[994] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 10:29 PM)
[995] There were plenty of targets for Reichi and Shaka, as the shambling undead began spilling down from the woods on both sides of the road. Though they were happy to attack the heroes, their attention seemed more peculiarly drawn towards the shrieking children, continuing their run for Lord Darius's manor.
[997]
"Reichi, fighting retreat!" said Shaka. He didn't have the Spear in
this afterlife, but he called up a Bound punch-dagger and mace.
Shaka ran after the children, attacking the zombies nearest them as the
children fled back to the manor.[998]
[999] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 10:29 PM)
[1000] There were plenty of targets for Reichi and Shaka, as the shambling undead began spilling down from the woods on both sides of the road. Though they were happy to attack the heroes, their attention seemed more peculiarly drawn towards the shrieking children, continuing their run for Lord Darius's manor.
[1002]
Reichi ran to intercept the dead, lashing out with the holy shortsword to keep
them back. "Someone cast Turn Undead!" he shouted. [1003]
[1004] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 17 2006, 09:28 PM)
[1005] "Loranna,
normally I'd ask if you had just gone crazy for what you told them to do... but
considering it involves the daM doG, I'm not surprised." Slyvos said,
rolling his eyes at the sight of the nord with the platter on his head.
This has turned out to be an.. interesting, adventure so far. Disturbing,
painful, and insane, but that's how most of his adventures turned out to begin
with anyway.
[1007]
"I'm pretty sure that's how it went, at least," Loranna says, sighing
as she shakes her head. "Least, that's what I remember seeing in their
minds ..."[1008]
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 09:29 PM)
[1009] Slashes looked at Harg who had the platter on his head. "At least no one can get to it up there." He mumbles to himself. Then aloud he says, "Maybe the thing should be buried."
[1011]
"The doG took it back in the end," Loranna tells Slashes, looking
around.
"The others aren't back yet, I hope they're not encountering trouble
..." she says.
At that moment, the younger Loranna is running for dear life, carrying one of
the children in her arms. She looks to be caught between an emotional breakdown
and turning around to call the fires of Oblivion down on the encroaching
zombies, however.[1012]
[1013] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 10:23 PM)
[1014] Between Loranna, Slashes, and Slyvos, most of the ballooning guests are cured, though the crowd is whispering and there's a fair bit of turmoil going on right now. Darius downs two brandies before he and Harg disappear into the servant's chambers.
[1016]
Among the guests who was cured was Sir Nelacar Direnni, sorcerer of no small
talent, proving his title by not having the small talent of Dispel.
"Thank you, milady!" he cried, theatrically as his volumninousness
was cut in half and then a quarter. "I fear I would have popped! Your
genius is only matched by your beauty!"
[1017]
[1018] QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 17 2006, 10:36 PM)
[1019] Reichi ran to intercept the dead, lashing out with the holy shortsword to keep them back. "Someone cast Turn Undead!" he shouted.
[1021]
Don't know that one... Athaso thought to himself. Before he was able to
catch his breath, he was once again on the run; himself choosing to stay close
to the children and lashing out at any undead with the holy broadsword that he
thankfully still had. [1022]
[1023] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 17 2006, 09:41 PM)
[1024] Among the guests who
was cured was Sir Nelacar Direnni, sorcerer of no small talent, proving his
title by not having the small talent of Dispel.
"Thank you, milady!" he cried, theatrically as his volumninousness
was cut in half and then a quarter. "I fear I would have popped!
Your genius is only matched by your beauty!"
[1026]
Loranna gives Nelecar a quick, polite smile, remembering the time when she
thought he was going to be her prince in shining armor ...
"You're welcome, good Sir," she says, nodding her head gracefully.
"I only regret that we were not able to stop this problem before it
inconvenineced anyone."
Wait; Nelecar never ate from the Platter ... she muses to herself,
pausing and looking into Nelecar's eyes for a brief moment. Not that that
means anything anymore, but ...[1027]
[1028] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:34 PM)
[1029] "Reichi,
fighting retreat!" said Shaka. He didn't have the Spear in this
afterlife, but he called up a Bound punch-dagger and mace.
Shaka ran after the children, attacking the zombies nearest them as the
children fled back to the manor.
QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 17 2006, 09:36 PM)
[1033] Reichi ran to intercept the dead, lashing out with the holy shortsword to keep them back. "Someone cast Turn Undead!" he shouted.
[1035]
Nalion joined Reichi and Shaka, moving his hands in an intricate gesture, then
he was engulfed in an aura of turn undead. Then, another fireball sprang from
his hands and burned its way through the air towards another zombie. [1036]
[1037] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 10:47 PM)
[1038] Nalion joined Reichi and Shaka, moving his hands in an intricate gesture, then he was engulfed in an aura of turn undead. Then, another fireball sprang from his hands and burned its way through the air towards another zombie.
[1040]
Just after the Bound weapons' time expired, Shaka reached behind his back and
found the sheathed Spear of Bitter Mercy.
Dream logic, thought the battlemage. Anything could happen.
The Spear was soon a blur as Shaka redoubled his efforts against the undead,
fighting near Nalion. The adventurers continued to pace the children on the way
back to the manor, though.[1041]
[1042] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:52 PM)
[1043] Just after the Bound
weapons' time expired, Shaka reached behind his back and found the sheathed
Spear of Bitter Mercy.
Dream logic, thought the battlemage. Anything could happen.
The Spear was soon a blur as Shaka redoubled his efforts against the undead,
fighting near Nalion. The adventurers continued to pace the children on
the way back to the manor, though.
[1045]
Meanwhile ...
Sir Gancolm unleashes another gout of blessed fire from his outstretched sword
arm, the flames running along the length of his sword and crashing into another
three moaning zombies. The spell earns him the brief reprieve he needs to
activate the healing power of his belt, mending his cut flesh and fixing
several bruises he had taken.
Sadly, the reprieve is all too brief, for there were an endless number of
zombies and skeletons all around; with rightous determination, he raises his
ichor-stained sword and begins hacking away at the undead once more, his blade
causing those not stuck down to cower in fear.
However, the sea of cursed soldiers of Mannimarco's unholy army was endless,
and Sir Gancolm had lost track of the warrior Gistral. He prays to Arkay that
his mutual acquaintence through Dana doesn't fall this day.
Another zombie manages to smash his side with its fists before he can turn and
lop off its arms ...[1046]
The Ramakawan forces[1047]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 10:00 PM)
[1048] Meanwhile ...
Sir Gancolm unleashes another gout of blessed fire from his outstretched sword
arm, the flames running along the length of his sword and crashing into another
three moaning zombies. The spell earns him the brief reprieve he needs to
activate the healing power of his belt, mending his cut flesh and fixing
several bruises he had taken.
Sadly, the reprieve is all too brief, for there were an endless number of
zombies and skeletons all around; with rightous determination, he raises his
ichor-stained sword and begins hacking away at the undead once more, his blade
causing those not stuck down to cower in fear.
However, the sea of cursed soldiers of Mannimarco's unholy army was endless,
and Sir Gancolm had lost track of the warrior Gistral. He prays to Arkay
that his mutual acquaintence through Dana doesn't fall this day.
Another zombie manages to smash his side with its fists before he can turn and
lop off its arms ...
[1050]
There was movement on a nearby hill, swords flashing ar crashing into each
other, spells flying back and forth, roaring through the air. Chaos and death.
A group of Altmer were fighting with sword and magic against Mannimarco's
undead forces. Amidst them, a single dark face could be seen, wielding a
silvery sword and cutting through zombies with the intricate movements of a
Redguard fighting style. [1051]
...Meanwhile, the
Kalaan forces:
Vaan raised his arm, and fiery death engulfed the Skeletons in front of him, he
used the brief shock of the attack to cut down some more with his sword,
However, despite the weakness of these enemies, there were just too many. He
fell back slightly, noticing the spears of his brethren holding back the hordes
only for seconds.
B'vek...
A skeleton managed to get far too close, smashing a Muatramer seargant in the
chest with a club, before Vaan managed to fry it's flesh with Lightning. This
was less of a battle, and more of a desperate barrier. Remembering the battle
plan, Vaan cast a large Turn undead spell, hoping to get the undead where he
wanted them.
[1052]
[1053] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 17 2006, 10:31 PM)
[1054] ...Meanwhile, the
Kalaan forces:
Vaan raised his arm, and fiery death engulfed the Skeletons in front of him, he
used the brief shock of the attack to cut down some more with his sword,
However, despite the weakness of these enemies, there were just too many.
He fell back slightly, noticing the spears of his brethren holding back the
hordes only for seconds.
B'vek...
A skeleton managed to get far too close, smashing a Muatramer seargant in the
chest with a club, before Vaan managed to fry it's flesh with Lightning.
This was less of a battle, and more of a desperate barrier. Remembering
the battle plan, Vaan cast a large Turn undead spell, hoping to get the undead
where he wanted them.
[1056]
Further down the line, undead get cut in twain by a massive sword, or sliced to
ribbons by intricate Redguard swordsmanship.
However, by this point, even Harg had given up on voicing warcries; he needed
all his breath for fighting. His armor and Samson's were both marked up by
numerous blows, and the undead beneath their feet splurched with viscous,
noxious fluids as their boots crunched into zombie torsos ...[1057]
[1058] QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 17 2006, 09:47 PM)
[1059] Nalion joined Reichi and Shaka, moving his hands in an intricate gesture, then he was engulfed in an aura of turn undead. Then, another fireball sprang from his hands and burned its way through the air towards another zombie.
QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 09:52 PM)
[1063] Just after the Bound
weapons' time expired, Shaka reached behind his back and found the sheathed
Spear of Bitter Mercy.
Dream logic, thought the battlemage. Anything could happen.
The Spear was soon a blur as Shaka redoubled his efforts against the undead,
fighting near Nalion. The adventurers continued to pace the children on
the way back to the manor, though.
[1065]
The Dream
There seemed to be no end to the zombies that shambled out of the forest. Even
those cut down simply got back up a moment later, and those who were blasted to
ash swirled in the air as groaning spirits, the ash of their former bodies
suspened in the ectoplasm of their being.
However, the heroes were able to keep the zombies back from the children, all
of whom were crying in fear, their little legs moving with the slow turgidness
of fatigue, or perhaps it was the paralysis of a nightmare setting in.
The younger Loranna kept trying to urge them on, occasionally casting a small
restorative spell, but her magic was limited. There still remained one more
mile left before everyone reached the manor ...
Nalion catches a glimpse of Loranna's expression as they run, and her eyes are
totally green, her face that of Loranna-Azura. The possessed Nord turns away
from Nalion to keep trying to urge the children on, though she obviously can't
do it alone.
Inside the manor, people were starting to gather at the front doors, someone
having noticed the sounds of the desperate running battle outside ...[1066]
P'Rassha, with the
other heros of Scourge Barrow, is witnessing from the first seat the weird
intrusions of Sheogorath on Loranna's dream. Strangely, the huge cathay-raht
khajiit didn't talk, didn't really participate in the events. He stayed behind
and watched. Careful observers would even say he was recording the events in
his head, waiting for an opportunity to jump in.
Even the walkin dead seemed not enough to convince the giant bipedal jaguar the
interract with the others, unless the undead would directly attack him, of
course. [1067]
...Meanwhile, the
Kalaan forces:
Dana was fighting alongside Harg and Samson, her glass longsword in both hands.
The sword was stained with blood, but it still shone with the reflections of
the magic spells that were cast around her. Dana was covered with the splatter
of half-rotten viscera and black blood, her hair hanging down in wet strands.
Another zombie fell to her blade, split in half, then she took a few steps
backwards and behind the line to look whether someone was in need of healing.
The Dream, near Darius' Manor[1068]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 10:47 PM)
[1069] The Dream
There seemed to be no end to the zombies that shambled out of the forest.
Even those cut down simply got back up a moment later, and those who were
blasted to ash swirled in the air as groaning spirits, the ash of their former
bodies suspened in the ectoplasm of their being.
However, the heroes were able to keep the zombies back from the children, all
of whom were crying in fear, their little legs moving with the slow turgidness
of fatigue, or perhaps it was the paralysis of a nightmare setting in.
The younger Loranna kept trying to urge them on, occasionally casting a small
restorative spell, but her magic was limited. There still remained one
more mile left before everyone reached the manor ...
Nalion catches a glimpse of Loranna's expression as they run, and her eyes are
totally green, her face that of Loranna-Azura. The possessed Nord turns
away from Nalion to keep trying to urge the children on, though she obviously
can't do it alone.
Inside the manor, people were starting to gather at the front doors, someone
having noticed the sounds of the desperate running battle outside ...
[1071]
"Go and hold them back for a while!", Nalion shouted to Reichi and
Shaka, then ran after the children and Loranna-Azura. When he reached them, he
incanted a restorative spell, although Nalion wasn't trully skilled in this
area. The mage tried to extend the fatigue-restoring spell to as many children
as possible.
"Try to help the rest!", the mage said to Loranna-Azura, not looking
into her green eyes.
"Go on, children, keep on running. Home is near!", he urged, then
added quietly: "This will not end like Snowhawk..." [1072]
[1073] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 11:47 PM)
[1074] The Dream
Inside the manor, people were starting to gather at the front doors, someone
having noticed the sounds of the desperate running battle outside ...
[1076]
Slashes-With-Claws knew what to do cases like this. He drew his holy longsword
and ran to meet the others and provide support. [1077]
[1078] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 17 2006, 10:51 PM)
[1079] Slashes-With-Claws knew what to do cases like this. He drew his holy longsword and ran to meet the others and provide support.
[1081]
Slashes has to dodge around screaming children as he advances to engage the
incoming, shambling undead. He also sees the younger Loranna running, her long
legs flashing under her blue dress as she carries one near-comatose child in
her arms.
By the time he reaches the zombies, though, the children are just reaching the
manor, and more undead are spilling forth from the streets. Many people inside
reach out to pull the frightened youngsters inside, and the heroes can hear
people yelling "Barricade the doors! They won't dare come inside! Light
the candles! Tell the tales to keep the dead at bay!"
"Hurry, get inside!" someone yells out to the heroes. "You can't
fight them! This is their night to walk!"[1082]
Nalion ushered the children into the manor, then helped barricading the doors with tables and chairs, locking doors with magic. He left one door open though, for Shaka and Reichi were still outside. This door, however, the mage guarded closely. [1083]
Slashes-With-Claws heads the call to get into the manor. He blocks a blow and making a final slash at one of the undead bolts for the door. Once inside he stands ready should they try to come in. [1084]
[1085] QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 17 2006, 11:02 PM)
[1086] Slashes has to dodge
around screaming children as he advances to engage the incoming, shambling
undead. He also sees the younger Loranna running, her long legs flashing
under her blue dress as she carries one near-comatose child in her arms.
By the time he reaches the zombies, though, the children are just reaching the
manor, and more undead are spilling forth from the streets. Many people
inside reach out to pull the frightened youngsters inside, and the heroes can
hear people yelling "Barricade the doors! They won't dare come
inside! Light the candles! Tell the tales to keep the dead at
bay!"
"Hurry, get inside!" someone yells out to the heroes. "You
can't fight them! This is their night to walk!"
[1088]
P'Rassha was waiting for that moment. In events like these, the huge Khajiit
knows when to talk and when to wait. The time to wait was over, and the time to
talk just began.
"Come, friends, come. Tonight, let P'Rassha make you night confortable.
Let P'Rassha's tale transform this creepy night into an adventure to
remember." [1089]
[1090] QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 18 2006, 12:06 AM)
[1091] P'Rassha was waiting
for that moment. In events like these, the huge Khajiit knows when to talk and
when to wait. The time to wait was over, and the time to talk just began.
"Come, friends, come. Tonight, let P'Rassha make you night confortable.
Let P'Rassha's tale transform this creepy night into an adventure to
remember."
[1093]
Shaka tried to catch his breath, and found a chair. He glanced over the guests
and stopped when he saw an enigmatic silver-haired beauty. Allerleirauh,
he thought. General Light to her guild, Solunastra. Demi-goddess, as far as
Shaka could tell. When had he seen her last; months ago? This was a dream
duplicate, but he found it difficult to look away from the mystery.
Finally he looked at the others, young Loranna and Duchess Loranna. He squeezed
the hand of the Loranna who was just starting out on her destiny.
If only I could get Azura out of you before she turns the world mad, he
thought. She played you just as she fooled the Nerevarine.[1094]
[1095] QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 11:19 PM)
[1096] Shaka tried to catch
his breath, and found a chair. He glanced over the guests and stopped
when he saw an enigmatic silver-haired beauty. Allerleirauh,
he thought. General Light to her guild, Solunastra. Demi-goddess,
as far as Shaka could tell. When had he seen her last; months
ago? This was a dream duplicate, but he found it difficult to look away
from the mystery.
Finally he looked at the others, young Loranna and Duchess Loranna. He
squeezed the hand of the Loranna who was just starting out on her destiny.
If only I could get Azura out of you before she turns the world mad, he
thought. She played you just as she fooled the Nerevarine.
[1098]
As the rest of the heroes stream in, the doors are closed and barred behind
them. People hold up lighted candles, many beseeching Arkay and Mara to watch
over them.
Loranna-Azura looks at Shaka's hand, then looks into his eyes and shakes her
head, looking tired. "You don't understand," she says, her voice that
of a young girl trying to be a woman. "Whatever you've seen, it's not
right ..."
She sighs quietly. "This was just supposed to be a night of revels, for
mortals and immortals alike. I don't understand how your kind can cause the
things you do ..."
The older Loranna is conspicuously out of sight, Shaka will notice ...
===
And now, we move on to what will likely be the last thread for this chapter of
Loranna's RP. I think I can promise, there won't be any more sudden and surreal
plot twists ...
Onward, to Tales and Tallows, when we tell stories and light candles to keep
the dead at bay! Nine bless the brave souls fighting Mannimarco's army, and may
the heroes who took the fight to his very lair find their way back to the world
they fought for!
LOCK ON!!!
Loranna [1099]
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