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Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 12:31 AM

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

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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 Go To This Link. 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 Here. . 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 Here, dealing with some of the above mentioned rules, as well as the hints on character generation done by Loranna Here. 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!

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IMPORTANT: WE HAVE JUMPED SIX MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE; IT IS NOW SUN'S HEIGHT IN THE RP (i.e., July)

Here 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.

Here 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 Here.
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Summary: Mannimarco imploded the last remaining Blightstone, and somehow the heroes that had been fighting his forces got pulled into Loranna's dream, which now has returned to the fateful Hearthfire Ball that started it all - although, events are playing out differently than they did before ...

Even as the heroes struggle to make sense of the dream, however, Mannimarco's army of the dead and the living army of Tamriel's best clash in the Dragontail Mountains, and who knows what became of the King of Worms himself?

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 12:32 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 17 2006, 11:06 PM)

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."

Lord Darius is organizing people who volunteer for the story telling, and has candles brought out. "Now, the tradition has it that in the old days, people told these tales to one another to drown out the voices of the walking dead, but light was needed to keep the dead away. Therefore, you had to tell your tale before the candles burned too low, or else the light would dim and the dead would get inside. So, when you tell your tale, you must do it before the candle burns to the stem, and then use it to light the next candle ..."

Hearing P'Rassha's offer, Lord Darius gratefully hands him a candle. "Thank you, friend; will you do us the honor of starting us off, then?"

dentris

Mar 18 2006, 12:33 AM

Summary for P'Rassha:

The huge Cathay-raht khajiit was within Loranna's dream and tried to distract the minds of the manor's resident with a of his story.

P’Rassha made sure that everyone was confortable, and started his story without further notice.

“P’Rassha once went to the library of Archen Grangrove, a medium-sized costal city of Summerset Isles. The Altmers are knowledgeable fellows, and even the smallest of their settlements include at least a small library. The library of Archen Grangrove was nothing compared to the library of Firsthold, and even less to the imperial library in the Capital City of Cyrodiil, but it contained some rare documents. P’Rassha was travelling with Violetta and Joalsonn a few years ago.”

At the mention of Violetta and Joalsonn, P’Rassha had difficulty to keep his composure, but as a good storyteller, he managed to hide almost all his feeling about his two lost friends.

“Friend Violetta and Joalsonn had good reasons to believe a rare book about an ancient myth concerning Anu and Pandomy could be found at this specific library. P’Rassha didn’t know anything about Violetta’s project, and didn’t understand really the myth outside those of Mother Ahnissi. Thus, P’Rassha wandered between the shelves filled with books and carelessly looked at the books while Violetta the scholar and her future husband were searching for their book.

After several hours of wander, P’Rassha’s sight crossed a mysterious book. It was an old, battered book. The damage of the years were apparent both on his cover and on his pages, but P’Rassha still don’t know why, P’Rassha was attracted by it like a cliffracer to adventurers. P’Rassha knew Violetta had still several hours of search behind her, maybe the rest of the night, so P’Rassha grabbed the book and found a confortable chair on which to sit and read. Confortable is maybe exaggerated. All the chairs and tables were made for the tall Altmers, but even the taller of the High Elves is smaller than the smallest of the Cathay-raht, thus P’Rassha found the less uncomfortable chair of the whole library and started to read.”

Aki

Mar 18 2006, 12:37 AM

OOC Summary

Reichi is in Loranna's dream with the others from the vanguard, excepting Red-Rock-Shadow who had recalled to safety. He's currently sitting around listening to P'Rassha's tale.

Nalion

Mar 18 2006, 12:38 AM

Summary

Nalion
Nalion is dead. At least, he should be, by all rights. Mannimarco himself had set a trap for the heroes and destroyed the last Blightstone, thus causing a surge that sucked the heroes into a strange and surreal dreamworld that had taken the shape of the Hearthfire Ball of Lord Darius, the very beginning of Loranna's adventure.
After saving children from an out-of-control coach and from undead monsters, Nalion is now back in Darius's manor, watching the proceeding, but still thinking of how to return to the real world and defeat Mannimarco.

Dana and Gistral
Dana and Gistral are with the army they were assigned to and are fighting overwhelming odds. The battle is at it's height, and the undead are on the advance. The fighting is ugly, direct, bloody, cruel and there is no mercy...

syronj

Mar 18 2006, 12:42 AM

Summary: Shaka, a Ra'Gada battlemage, is caught in a waking dream for now, one of a score of adventurers, along with Loranna.

Shaka sat next to the younger Loranna, still a Nord in appearance. He looked over at her fondly but with a little wariness for the daedroth Azura within her.

P'Rassha had a rare gift, the storyteller's knack. Shaka had never seen him fail to remember one, usually one appropriate to the day.

The battlemage glanced over at the quiet Anya; looked for the real, more mature Loranna, who couldn't be seen at the moment; at the Bathogorgen vampire Dayla; and all the others. Despite the nightmarish day that had passed, he counted himself fortunate.

dentris

Mar 18 2006, 12:43 AM

"The book was written by a mage named Xarxes. A wizard of an era long lost in the memory of man. It was a book about the Daedra, their power and how to claim the power of the Daedra for yourself. It was an interesting read, but quite a disturbing one, too.

The book itself was simple, but as the story unfolded, P'Rassha had the impression the book wasn't talking about the past, but about the future. Many events cited in the book as examples of men grasping the power of the Daedra were neither of the first, second or third era. It was about a time where daedra walked freely in the land, a land without any leader, without any emperor or king. If this was trully a prophetic book, or only the divagations of a crazy old mage, P'Rassha didn't know, but as soon as P'Rassha closed the bookand noticed at the back a small carving without the leathery cover. Two words unknown by P'Rassha at the time: Oghma Infinium.

Violetta and Joansonn stopped their searching at that time and the three of us went back to the inn were we had rent chambers for the stay at Archen Grangrove. The next day, Violetta and Joansonn went back at the library, but P'Rassha went for swimming. P'Rassha's travels to a coastal city were rare, and unlike many cats, P'Rassha likes to swin. P'Rassha went into the sea, and found a small island on which enjoy the rest of the day. P'Rassha laid down of the sand and felt asleep."

Nalion

Mar 18 2006, 12:51 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 17 2006, 11:43 PM)

Nalion leaned on a wall, at a place where it was rather calm, but the tall P'rassha caught his attention. The mage listened intently to the Khajiit's story and at one time, liften an eyebrow. Then, he smiled and continued listening to the tale.

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 12:54 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 17 2006, 11:42 PM)

Summary: Shaka, a Ra'Gada battlemage, is caught in a waking dream for now, one of a score of adventurers, along with Loranna.
Shaka sat next to the younger Loranna, still a Nord in appearance. He looked over at her fondly but with a little wariness for the daedroth Azura within her.

P'Rassha had a rare gift, the storyteller's knack. Shaka had never seen him fail to remember one, usually one appropriate to the day.

The battlemage glanced over at the quiet Anya; looked for the real, more mature Loranna, who couldn't be seen at the moment; at the Bathogorgen vampire Dayla; and all the others. Despite the nightmarish day that had passed, he counted himself fortunate.

Loranna-Azura was quiet, a multitude of emotions crossing her face; Shaka can easily believe she is in fact possessed, or else completely insane, for it's like watching two or three people arguing within the same person's head.

Despite her inner turmoil, however, she seems to be listening to the giant Khajiit's tale ...

dentris

Mar 18 2006, 12:55 AM

P'Rassha continued:

"When P'Rassha woke up, the island was different. It was still as beautiful as before, but in the middle of the small body of sand now stood a great statue made from ebony, maybe even daedric.

The shape of the statue was really weird. The common deadric statues represented Azura, Mehrunes Dagon, Sheogorath and even Boethiah, but this statue was different. It had no clear shape. It wasn't humanoid, it didn't look like any beast P'Rassha knew. It was vaguely ressembling a Sload, but even more chaotic in its shape than a Sload. It had ears, eyes and mouth everywhere around its body, and the statue represented him engulfing small humanoid figures ressembling humans. According to their weapons and armors, P'Rassha guessed they were Nords. And, without warning, the statue talked to P'Rassha. With a voice as if thousands of people talked to P'Rassha at the exact same time, with the exact same voice. It was all around P'Rassha. It gave me a direct order. Violetta was looking for a book, a book called : "The great ancestors". She wasn't allowed to ever see that book. If Violetta's eyes even once crossed that book, the future of the world would be changed into an horror. If P'Rassha managed to stop Violetta's research before it was too late, and came back with the book to the statue, P'Rassha would be rewarded."

P'Rassha smiled innocently.

"Although P'Rassha should have known that you never trust a daedra prince, P'Rassha was afraid of the consequences if Violetta found the book she was looking for.

P'Rassha went back to the city of Archen Grangrove as fast as he could and ran into the library. There, he found Violetta digging through piles of scrolls while Joansonn, a few meters away, was searching in a shelf filled with ancient books. P'Rassha and Joansonn noticed it at the same time. THE book. "The great ancestor". The book Violetta was looking for. The deadra clearly stated that if Violetta sees the book, the future of the mortals was doomed. With a burst of speed only known by him, P'Rassha casted a chameleon spell, ran towards Joansonn, grabbed the book and leapt through a window. It all happened so fast Joansonn didn't identify who was the thief before it was too late."

P'Rassha made a pause in his story...It was clear to the audience, the exciting part was coming.

"But at the very moment P'Rassha went through the window of the library of Archen Grangrove, the book that lied within P'Rassha's arm wasn't "The great ancestors" anymore. It was "Oghma Infinium".

P'Rassha was puzzled. How could such a thing happened. P'Rassha didn't have to think very long, because only a few seconds after he escaped from the library, several monsters emerged from the shadows and attack P'Rassha. Vermai. They were Vermai.

For those who don't know what a Vermai is, let P'Rassha explain it to you. They are green-skinned humanoid, but with multi-segmented legs and arms. In effect, it is as if they had 3 or 4 knees and elbows. They are quick, deadly, but incredibly stupid. Once they are given an order, they carry it until their death.

And they were attacking P'Rassha. Why? It was clear to P'Rassha, they wanted the book. P'Rassha drew his axe and dispatched them. It wasn't really hard. P'Rassha moved faster than the Vermai and was a lot stronger. In effect, every single axe strike P'Rassha made cutted a Vermai in two. P'Rassha didn't have to change the tactic even once in the fight. They were just stupid."

dentris

Mar 18 2006, 01:20 AM

"And now, P'Rassha really didn't know what to do. The book "Oghma Infinium" had something special in it, really special, but P'Rassha was still afraid of what would happen if Violetta saw it. Thus, P'Rassha continued to run, far away from the library, but at the same time, far away from the island on which the daedra waited.

P'Rassha found a dark alley in which he could think, he opened the book and read it. Maybe he could find information in it. And, no matter how strange it may look, P'Rassha did found information in it. P'Rassha was about to die. In two minutes, burglars were about to attack P'Rassha by surprise, kill him and steal all his belongings. It was written in the book.

P'Rassha looked around, and with his eyes of night, did notice two shadowy figure stalking in the shadow. He rose back to his feet and approached. The two of them fled without asking for more. When he sat down to read the book even more, P'Rassha wasn't able to find the page where the information about his attack would be found. It was if the page never existed. He decided to read even more, and now, he learned his life was endangered by the Altmers themselves. A murder was made, and P'Rassha was about to be arrested as the main suspect. And, just like the first time, the book prediction became true. He noticed a bunch of Altmer guard coming in his direction. Without losing a minute, he fled.

For three days, P'Rassha escaped 23 death situations he would have never managed to escape without the help of the book. Unfortunatly, he didn't had the time to do anything else than to read the book. His life was in danger so many times a day, P'Rassha had to read without taking any pose, in fear that death strikes at that very moment.

3 days without sleeping and eating, and with mininal water supply. P'Rassha was about to become crazy from paranoia. Everything was there to kill him, except for the book that helped him so much to survive."

Shardie

Mar 18 2006, 01:22 AM

Summary for Faryons Dragontail Army

After taking the full brunt of a Dragon Attack, his troops, heavily depleated, have withdrawn to the rearguard position. News of this defeat has worried Faryon, and he has sent his Spymaster, Valdoon Thedas to Hammerfall to investigate the events better

Summary for a certian Daedric Prince

Necromancers being her natural enemy, Meridia has been watching the events in the Dragontail mountians closely for quite some time. Far be it for taking direct action, she watches the area carefully, wondering what her brother is up to with the so called heroes of Ald Raatham. The scales are tipping, however, and she is considering more... direct action if the armies and heros fail in thier task

dentris

Mar 18 2006, 01:34 AM

"And then the advise of the book became orders. Not only did P'Rassha's life was threatened by everything around him, but in order to survive, to book order P'Rassha to kill some people. An Altmer guard, a Nord barbarian, and so on and so forth. The orders were numerous and bloody.

But P'Rassha was ready to kill to protect his life. The first victim was to be a Bosmer spellcaster and a Nord scholar. That would be relatively easy, considering none of them were P'Rassha's match, but they threatened P'Rassha's life nonetheless.

They were only a few feet in front of P'Rassha hiding place, close the nightfall. It was going to be an easy target...but Violetta noticed P'Rassha's presence. She looked right into P'Rassha's eyes and saw all the suffering P'Rassha went through. She saw the effects of the book on P'Rassha. She saw the atrocities P'Rassha was about to make because the book had taken control of P'Rassha's mind. She saw it all, and simply open her arms. She welcomed P'Rassha as a friend, and all of a sudden, the effects of the book disappeared. P'Rassha's mind came back to normal and the hunger, the thirst and the guilt came back all at the same time.

Now, P'Rassha made no murder and P'Rassha is still alive, even without the help of "Oghma Infinium". All that thanks to Violetta."

P'Rassha saluted the audience, but grasped his amulet firmly while doing so.

Nalion

Mar 18 2006, 01:39 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 18 2006, 12:34 AM)

Nalion clapped his hands, then moved over to P'rassha, still smiling. He looked up and into the face of the Khajiit.
"Oghma was Xarxes' wife, whom he created from his most favourite moments of history.", Nalion said, then nodded, obviously remembering something he had seen a long time ago.

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 01:42 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 18 2006, 12:39 AM)

Lord Darius claps. "Well told, P'Rassha, well told! Now quick, light the next candle; can't disappoint the dead waiting outside now, after all!"

Someone - another Khajiit, it seems - steps up to light her candle with P'Rassha's, and a new tale begins.

Loranna-Azura just watches people for now, noting how the people around her are gradually relaxing, even though outside the silent dead are staring dumbly through the windows, the light of the candles reflected in their glassy eyes.

One87xe

Mar 18 2006, 01:17 PM

*...Summary...*

Ora and Osa are in neverland, wondering about and listening to P'Rassha's story in their waking nightmare...they've gained help from some old friends...namely Ami and the Master Ansei One

Ramakawan

Ota meanwhile is heavily engaging the enemy troops...and doing quite a fair job I might add

<ooc> I'll be here and there all day today <ooc>

vaanic~one

Mar 18 2006, 01:51 PM

Vaan's Summary:

Vaan is fighting a desperate battle with the Kalaan army, he is trying to put in action an agreed plan, but it it has been hard to do anything but defend against the massive hordes of undead, even if they do have the collective intelligence of a braindead guar.

He uppercuts the zombie directly in front of him, tearing the fragile and rotten flesh into two halves, out of which various stinking and steaming bodily fluids gush. He then casts another large turn undead spell, giving him and the men around him a brief time space in which to recover before the hordes begin to shuffle back again.

This was impossible...

One87xe

Mar 18 2006, 07:25 PM

The Battle for Ramakawan

QUOTE

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."

When this battle goes into the history books, it will be one of disorganization and chaos...if indeed any of the Advance forces Ota had been with had any sort of commander now would be the time for him or her to speak up...from Ota's perspective it appears that the group she's with and the rest of the Allied Army are practically cut in two as the Undead hordes come at them full force, with seemingly endless reserves.

So far in the last thirty seconds Ota's watched the left flank fall apart, uncountable numbers cut down, and more then a few Allied Soldiers fleeing for their lives, causing morale to lower astronomically...the now group Ota's with consists of a Barbarian, a Spellsword, a Healer, and a half dozen or so wet-behind-the-ears rookie Archers trying to contain the Undead outbreak on a small rising hill...Ota knows though, at this rate they'll be overrun in no time

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 07:45 PM

The Real Tamriel: Deep in the Dragontail Mountains

The forces from Ramakawan and Kalaan faced a difficult battle. Their enemy was legion, and while zombies and skeletons lacked even the basic intelligence of a common foot soldier, Mannimarco had taken steps to ensure his forces were well-led. The King of Worms was served by liches, former men and women who has sacrificed their natural lives for the chance to perfect their magical or martial skills for all eternity; arrayed in armor and robes with sundered circles proeminently, mockingly displayed, these monstrosities possessed centuries of cunning in addition to their formidable skills and innate powers.

Beyond these undead commanders, however, were the true monstosities; the corpsapedes, the lumbering giant skeletons carefully constructed from many other creatures, the starving vampires that had been given a charm to heal the damage fromthe sun and unleashed like rabid war dogs, and worst of all, the trio of bone dragons, each personally smarting from their ignomious defeat earlier and hungry for revenge.

Even now, the forces that had left from Kalaan had firey death rained upon them from the sky, both smaller dragons raking the army with fire while lumbering corpse giants bore hissing liches into battle, flinging curses of weakness to flame and pestilent diseases upon the living. The army from Ramakawan, meanwhile, faced off against the three hundred foot long bone dragon that had meant to crush Sentinel, its eyeless sockets blazing with unnatural rage as it attacked, seemingly intent on destorying the mortal armies itself. Below the raging dragon, the Knights of the Sundered Circle took advantage of the chaos the dragon caused, directing their troops to strike hard where the lines faltered.

About the only break the living armies seemed to have, was that most of Mannimarco's soldiers were astonishingly ill-equipped. Their armaments consisted primarily of wooden clubs, broken spears, and in more than a few cases their own severed limbs. It was as though something had gone and ripped most of the metal from the undeads' grasp, leaving them a bit toothless - but their numbers and monsters made up for it.

The combined forces of Tamriel fought back with all the ferocity of the desperate, however, refusing to give up. If they lost here, then every living thing in the Empire lost as well. No one wished to spend all eternity as a moaning puppet of the Wormgod ...

syronj

Mar 18 2006, 08:08 PM

Loranna's Dream

Shaka looked at the undead outside the manor windows; did they seem wistful to see the living, or was it his imagination? He winced and looked away.

While it was good to relax for a moment and take part in the tradition of Tales and Tallows, Shaka couldn't help turning over the events of the day in his mind. Finally he sought out the Duchess and waited for a break in the stories.

Shaka then told her of the chase to stop the carriage and save the children; of the dead driver, mockingly made to look like the Banker; and of the coffin, which held a corpse in Mannimarco's likeness.

"I know that . . . the Banker . . . can't be understood in human terms; he's the embodiment of Madness. But what should we do now? Are we just playthings for him, or does he in some way want to help mortals defeat Mannimarco?"

Nalion

Mar 18 2006, 08:40 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 18 2006, 06:45 PM)

The Real Tamriel: Deep in the Dragontail Mountains

The forces from Ramakawan and Kalaan faced a difficult battle. Their enemy was legion, and while zombies and skeletons lacked even the basic intelligence of a common foot soldier, Mannimarco had taken steps to ensure his forces were well-led. The King of Worms was served by liches, former men and women who has sacrificed their natural lives for the chance to perfect their magical or martial skills for all eternity; arrayed in armor and robes with sundered circles proeminently, mockingly displayed, these monstrosities possessed centuries of cunning in addition to their formidable skills and innate powers.

Beyond these undead commanders, however, were the true monstosities; the corpsapedes, the lumbering giant skeletons carefully constructed from many other creatures, the starving vampires that had been given a charm to heal the damage fromthe sun and unleashed like rabid war dogs, and worst of all, the trio of bone dragons, each personally smarting from their ignomious defeat earlier and hungry for revenge.

Even now, the forces that had left from Kalaan had firey death rained upon them from the sky, both smaller dragons raking the army with fire while lumbering corpse giants bore hissing liches into battle, flinging curses of weakness to flame and pestilent diseases upon the living. The army from Ramakawan, meanwhile, faced off against the three hundred foot long bone dragon that had meant to crush Sentinel, its eyeless sockets blazing with unnatural rage as it attacked, seemingly intent on destorying the mortal armies itself. Below the raging dragon, the Knights of the Sundered Circle took advantage of the chaos the dragon caused, directing their troops to strike hard where the lines faltered.

About the only break the living armies seemed to have, was that most of Mannimarco's soldiers were astonishingly ill-equipped. Their armaments consisted primarily of wooden clubs, broken spears, and in more than a few cases their own severed limbs. It was as though something had gone and ripped most of the metal from the undeads' grasp, leaving them a bit toothless - but their numbers and monsters made up for it.
The combined forces of Tamriel fought back with all the ferocity of the desperate, however, refusing to give up. If they lost here, then every living thing in the Empire lost as well. No one wished to spend all eternity as a moaning puppet of the Wormgod ...

The Ramakawan Forces - Gistral

The Altmeri mage group alongside with Gistral had fought, still held the hill. Barely. The flanks were almost surrounded, defended by Imperial legionaires in chain mail armour. Their fighting skill in a military body was remarkable, holding their formation and facing the undead with the skill only hard-trained professionals would show. However, even against these ill-equipped undead, all of them would eventually fail against the looming dark silhouette that was the undead dragon.
"Nine... where are those catapults?", Gistral shouted, ducking the blow of a zombie wielding a severed leg, then the Redguard's silver blade slashed out to behead the undead monstrosity.

"They're overdue! The Legions should have set them up by now!", came the answer from an Altmer nearby, a grim faced warrior, his golden skin covered with blood and substances that Gistral better not thought about.

"Damn it, we need them NOW!", he shouted, charging into another undead.

Then, there was a fizzing sound in the air and seconds later, a barrage of burning hot tar fell down on the second line of the undead...

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 08:50 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 18 2006, 07:08 PM)

Whileothers continue to tell tales in the main manor room, Loranna listens to Shaka's recount, and she shows concern when the Ra'Gada mentions the likeness of Mannimarco. She smiles at the end, though, and says "Thank you for helping them ... and you say my younger self tried to help as well? That gladens my heart too ..."

She pauses and considers Shaka's question. "For right now, we continue trying to figure out how to wake from this dream," she says. "I've a suspiscion that the doG will keep us here until the final dance; he feels I owe him a waltz. But I see no point in not trying to find our own way out while we wait for him to make his dramatic entrance, and to do whatever we can while we're here."

"As for why he's done this ..." Loranna shrugs. "I wouldn't pretend to have a clue ..."

At that point, Loranna, Shaka, and others can hear the younger Loranna's voice rise up, surprisingly strong for a simple barmaid's voice ...

"There was once a woman, who wanted nothing more than to love and be loved by all. Living in her palace above the clouds she grew enchanted by the sight of people laughing, loving one another, making beautiful things and daring to reach for the stars, and she wanted nothing more than to be the reason they laughed and loved, and built and dreamed. How wonderful it would be, to be the reason for so much happiness and joy!"

"So the woman reached down from her palace above the clouds, and to those who reached up to her, she bestowed upon them every happy thing she could think. She told them secrets to guide their dreams and shared her games so that they may play together, and she saw that some of these people were sad and homeless and she offered to show them a place where they could stay and bring about all the happy things the woman so wished to see. And she laughed when they laughed and frowned when they cried and she asked 'Why do you cry? Here, take this and be happy ...'"

===

Shaka sees Loranna frown as she listens to the story of her younger self ...

===

Loranna-Azura continues. "The woman thought everything was fine, but there were those below that cursed her name, cursed any who lived beyond the clouds, and the woman grew sad and confused. What was happening? Why did they defile her name and good deeds? Angry, she lashed out at those who cried the loudest and glowered at the rest, muttering 'I offered my gifts freely; why then do you turn on me?'"

"Many voices were raised, to try to explain, but the woman was still in her palace and not all the words could reach. And so it went for many years, the woman trying time and again to make things better, to recapture those happy times, and growing frustrated when things went wrong ..."

" ... Until one day, one man who had dared to reach for the stars and who took them in his grasp put on a show and called for all to come, far and near, and he even invited the woman from her palace beyond the clouds. Ah, but there was one thing; she had to actually come down to see this play."

"The woman frowned and shook her head, for she had seen the man set up his play and she knew there was something he was hiding, something he was planning. She had watched this man for so long, and as much as she loved his daring and charm she knew he could be very, very ruthless. But something in her heart told her that, this once, she should leave the castle, no matter what it meant ..."

"So she climbed down from beyond the clouds and went to the play, and the man seized her and made her the finale of his show, and in so doing he brought down the castle and crushed her under the stones, or so he thought. And maybe he did; he was always a clever one ..."

" ... Still, when everyone had left and the man resting from his heroic feat, there was one young girl who held out her hand to the woman whose castle had fallen from beyond the clouds, and the woman took her hand, and said ' ... I have little to offer you, save my companionship ...'"

"And the girl smiled, and replied 'That's fine; your other gifts were nice but they tended to hurt in the end anyway.'"

===

" ... I added that last line?" the older Loranna mutters. "Funny; I don't remember saying that ... though I suppose I did, come to think of it ..."

Dagoth Lich

Mar 18 2006, 09:03 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 18 2006, 07:50 PM)

Slyvos listened to the story, raiseing an eyebrow and mumbling to himself occasionally throughout the telling of the tale. It was... interesting, to say the least. But the meaning of it was not lost on him, and it made him feel... pity, for the younger version of his wife. She had no idea what was going to happen...

He turned to the older Loranna, a strange look on his face. "I have a feeling this incident didn't turn out at all like this the first time around, did it?"

Nalion

Mar 18 2006, 09:05 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 18 2006, 06:45 PM)

The Real Tamriel: Deep in the Dragontail Mountains

The forces from Ramakawan and Kalaan faced a difficult battle. Their enemy was legion, and while zombies and skeletons lacked even the basic intelligence of a common foot soldier, Mannimarco had taken steps to ensure his forces were well-led. The King of Worms was served by liches, former men and women who has sacrificed their natural lives for the chance to perfect their magical or martial skills for all eternity; arrayed in armor and robes with sundered circles proeminently, mockingly displayed, these monstrosities possessed centuries of cunning in addition to their formidable skills and innate powers.

Beyond these undead commanders, however, were the true monstosities; the corpsapedes, the lumbering giant skeletons carefully constructed from many other creatures, the starving vampires that had been given a charm to heal the damage fromthe sun and unleashed like rabid war dogs, and worst of all, the trio of bone dragons, each personally smarting from their ignomious defeat earlier and hungry for revenge.

Even now, the forces that had left from Kalaan had firey death rained upon them from the sky, both smaller dragons raking the army with fire while lumbering corpse giants bore hissing liches into battle, flinging curses of weakness to flame and pestilent diseases upon the living. The army from Ramakawan, meanwhile, faced off against the three hundred foot long bone dragon that had meant to crush Sentinel, its eyeless sockets blazing with unnatural rage as it attacked, seemingly intent on destorying the mortal armies itself. Below the raging dragon, the Knights of the Sundered Circle took advantage of the chaos the dragon caused, directing their troops to strike hard where the lines faltered.

About the only break the living armies seemed to have, was that most of Mannimarco's soldiers were astonishingly ill-equipped. Their armaments consisted primarily of wooden clubs, broken spears, and in more than a few cases their own severed limbs. It was as though something had gone and ripped most of the metal from the undeads' grasp, leaving them a bit toothless - but their numbers and monsters made up for it.
The combined forces of Tamriel fought back with all the ferocity of the desperate, however, refusing to give up. If they lost here, then every living thing in the Empire lost as well. No one wished to spend all eternity as a moaning puppet of the Wormgod ...

The Kalaan Forces - Dana
The undead sea waged endlessly, Dana believed they stretched out beyond the horizon. The undead commanders, the liches, seemed to whip their forces fowards, merciless, emotionless, endless. Whenever a skeleton or zombie, or whatever other abomination Mannimarco had creadted, had fallen, another one replaced it, often ripping out an arm or a leg to use as weapon.
The two smaller dragons dived through the air to strike the forces of the living, swooping up and down. Whenever they were close enough, a barrage of mixed spells, burden, fire, frost and lightning greeted them, but the dragons were fast and nimble. A nearby group of archers fired arrows into the undead crowds, a devastating hail of steel and silver tipped missiles.
Behind Dana, a group of clerics in dark robes had formed a circle, beginning to chant an incantation. The symbol of a circle could clearly be seen on their backs.
"Protect the priests!", Dana shouted, ripping her blade from the zombie she just ran through and casting a spell of absorb health at another.

syronj

Mar 18 2006, 09:10 PM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 18 2006, 09:03 PM)

Shaka said, "So she still thinks she did the right thing in volunteering to be Azura's vessel after the Trial. . . . I have to keep reminding myself that we're not actually back in Time, just in a dream, or else I'd have to try to change her mind. But then I guess it took another trial and an apocalypse to get Azura out the last time."

"I wasn't in Vivec City for the Trial of Vivec, or for your trial, Lor. Dumb luck I guess."

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 09:17 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 18 2006, 08:05 PM)

A Knight of the Sundered Circle, one gauntleted hand clutching a Daedric Claymore as if it were a longsword and the other hand glowing with green-black, pulsating magicka, hisses a syllibant order and unleashes a withering gout of power upon the Knights of Arkay that were defending the priests. With agonizing cries, many falter, their flesh literally rotting away and their brittled bones collapsing under the weight of their armor ...

Three zombies, bearing the swords of fallen soldiers, charge at Dana, and stab at her viscously - but all three blades are swept aside by a whirling mithril sword dancing through the air as only a Redguard can make a sword move. Thrown off-balance, the zombies stagger until Samson lops their heads off, one after another, like a man picking ripe fruit off the tree.

To the side, Dana can see a massive two-handed sword mowing skeleton and zombie alike down like chaff before the scythe, as Harg battles his way toward the undead knight. Samson leaps, his jump aided by magicka, and lands next to Harg, yelling "What have I told you about taking on a battlemage type foe without backup!"

"Many things!" Harg roars back, flashing a grin, and as one the mithril blade and the massive sword move, but the daedric claymore amazingly parries both, and there is an explosion of green-black magic that engulfs both men ...

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 09:25 PM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 18 2006, 08:03 PM)

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 18 2006, 08:10 PM)

"It takes far too much blood to open my eyes; you have to understand I was both devoted and completely mad," Loranna tells Shaka. "I'm not hearing Azura's voice in my head over there right now but I think I am; I'm hearing a phantom of my own devising, born from a desperate need to shield my psyche from the real power I let into myself ..."

"And if I recall, Vivec's Trial was in the Imperial City," she says absently.

One87xe

Mar 18 2006, 09:27 PM

Ramakawan

"Over there quickly"..."Hold that line!!!"..."to the right, to the right!!"...these are the cries of utter failure as more seem to be fleeing then actually fighting...then theres a small hill where a few people can be seen fighting for all their worth, seperated from Allies as the Undead Hordes swarm around them...on the top of the hill one Redguard woman does her best to keep the fight in her favor, even as she dodges fireballs and Skeletal Acheror fire while keeping her fledgling ranks together...the hill belongs to Ota and those unlucky enough to fight with her

Nalion

Mar 18 2006, 09:27 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 18 2006, 08:17 PM)

The Kalaan Forces - Dana
Dana cried out in dismay, seeing her battle companions being engulfed in this wicked spell, then calling upon her healing skills and throwing a blue wave of light towards them, trying to counter the effects of the dark magic the undead had cast.

Meanwhile, the incantation of the priests of Arkay continued, shining threads of golden light appeared, forming a circle in the circle of humans and began to grow and stretch out, first touching them, then engulfing them, spreading further and further.

syronj

Mar 18 2006, 09:37 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 18 2006, 09:25 PM)

"Things are happening that happened before," Loranna says, looking into her husband's eyes. "But not always as they did, nor in the same order ..."

I suppose I was pitiable back then ... she thinks to herself, shaking her head. "She learned eventually; that's all that matters. But we won't be showing her the folly of her ways in this dream, love ..." she says, regret, exasperation, and acceptance all vying for control in her heart.
"It takes far too much blood to open my eyes; you have to understand I was both devoted and completely mad," Loranna tells Shaka. "I'm not hearing Azura's voice in my head over there right now but I think I am; I'm hearing a phantom of my own devising, born from a desperate need to shield my psyche from the real power I let into myself ..."

"And if I recall, Vivec's Trial was in the Imperial City," she says absently.

"Indeed," said Shaka, a little abashed. "I need to read the accounts of that time more closely, then."

He studied the real Loranna. "Azura isn't really speaking to her, she's just deluding herself? Thank the gods for Jazbet, Allerleirauh, and all the other heroes who saved you, then."

"I wouldn't have had the chance to investigate Ald Raathim for myself; I would have died in the Blue Dawn before I ever understood just how serious the situation was. Half the mainland probably thought it was another cult, until it was almost too late."

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 09:38 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 18 2006, 08:27 PM)

Dana's spell is swallowed up in the green-black wave of power, as the skeletal knight sends another withering blast through both Samson and Harg, leaving both twisted and wasted, their swords falling from their hands.

Samson groans, falling to his knees, and Harg looks less like a giant and more like a blasted, withered tree. The Knight of the Sundered Circle, eye sockets glowing with red light, raises its claymore and swings it to slice both Samson and Harg in twain, charging toward Dana and the priests ...

... and then Harg grunts "The Fist of Harg ... will show you ..." as his arm snakes out and grabs the skeletal knight by the neck.

" ... DYING!!!!" the Nord roars, pulling the armored, undead battlemage off its feet, giving Samson a chance to grab his fallen mithril blade and ram it through the bone breastplate of the lich. The daedric blade nearly cuts Samson in half as the lich screams, immolating itself in green-black magicka and causing Harg to roar in agony.

"Not today ... you filthy monster!" Samson yells, driving the mithril sword upward with the last of his strength, piercing through the breastplate and sending the tip into the lich's jaw. As the Redguard falls over, Harg brings his free hand up and smashes his fist into the skeleton's brain pan, shattering both its bone and his own.

Two unmoving corpses fall atop Samson's broken and unliving body ...

Nalion

Mar 18 2006, 09:57 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 18 2006, 08:38 PM)

"Samson! HARG! Noo!", Dana shouted, "Don't die on me now!"
She rushed towards them, but in her heart, she knew it's been too late. The Redguard had known them for only a very short time, but in desperate times, friendships grew faster and stronger than normal, and pain, loss and danger forged together.
Tears began to flow down her cheeks, the feeling of helplessness. If such two men like Samson and Harg would die against a single enemy, could they all stand against the undead masses, when liches and other knights of the Sundered Circle were out there, not to speak of the dragons in the sky?
Dana wept, and the undead continued their march. Time didn't matter to her, nor her own death. To the horrors she had seen, another chapter had been added, memories of Harg's and Samson's deaths would join those of Tel Dresori, haunting her...

Then, Dana was roughly grabbed by the arm.
"No time to weep now!", a hard-faced knight said with a rough voice, but in his eyes was pity. He began to pull her along in a retreat, and Dana stumbled after him. The priests of Arkay had extended the circle, shielding parts of the forces with a turn undead aura, and providing an island of shelter for healers in the sea of the dead.

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 10:05 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 18 2006, 08:37 PM)

"Oh, if I recall things right she's speaking, just I'm not listening properly," Loranna mutters, cupping her chin in her hand. "I had a rather bad habit of not listening properly, or paying attention to the important details, or just plain being lost in my own little world ..."

Loranna pauses, shaking her head and looking slightly troubled. "It's almost painful to think on," she says quietly. "How close I was and how utterly far off from what I should have been; after this I'd lose what few things I did have right, it would seem, though given who I judged myself by ..."

Her hand moves upward, the fingers rubbing her temples. "I don't quite know what to think, now; I'd dealt with this all once before, made my peace with who I was. Now it's all coming back ..."

If the daM doG wanted to vex her, he was succeeding ...

Loranna

Mar 18 2006, 10:08 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 18 2006, 08:57 PM)

Without the lich knight to guide them, the undead in this area fall into disarray. With the help of the turn undead aura, the enemy gets pushed back, their lines faltering.

However, the dragons are still overhead, and care little for the tragedies that play out below them. Only avenging the insult to their draconic honor mattered, and they intended to claim repayment in full.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 19 2006, 12:39 PM

Slashes-With-Claws was trapped in a dream. They had destroyed the last blightstone and apparently got pulled inside. Now, somehow, they were in the same dream, apparently the work of Sheogorath.

He turned to old Loranna, "What would happen if we were to die in the dream? Would we wake up or die in reality?" He wanted to get out of the dream and back to fighting hordes of the undead.

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 12:42 PM

Reeds and valerius are in the dreamworld, the Imperial is sitting in stoic silence, wondering over this turn of events, and if he is truly dead or not. Reeds, though a bit disturbed, is taking it better, as he knows strange stuff like this follows his friends around.

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 03:20 PM

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 19 2006, 11:39 AM)

"I don't know," Loranna admits to Slashes-With-Claws. "I'd rather not experiment with dying though; we can still feel pain in this dream, and for all we know dying here means we die for real."

vaanic~one

Mar 19 2006, 03:54 PM

Vaan, Kalaan:

Further down the line, Vaan's mouth widened as he saw the events surrounding Harg and Samson's death unfold. He knew what had to be done. He pointed the End of Days towards the nearest Lich knight and shouted to his men:

"Aim for head, and the body stops wriggling. Take out the Knight!"

His mouth curled into a snarl as he muttered to himself "Let's see how you deal with Telvanni magick, Lich scum!" His left hand raised itself, and a powerful mass of fire screamed towards the Lich knight.

Stargazey

Mar 19 2006, 04:26 PM

Isidor, Ingmar, and Tsei are in the dreamworld, collectively wondering what in the hell is going on.

One87xe

Mar 19 2006, 07:08 PM

Battle for Ramakawan

As the battle rages on, very little has changed...the Allied forces are still outnumbered, with a neverending surge of Undead ranks piling into the valley at a frantic pace...the only good news in the chaos is that the hill Ota controls, has grown substantially, as has her ranks, flowing now in the range of 50 plus various soldiers...with the increased manpower Ota has actually managed to put herself and those with her between the Undead Hordes and the path back to Ramakawan...even now though the Undead ranks swell threatening to break through and march straight through the valley to one very defenseless Tamriel.

On the good side though the massive numbers of Undead are actually doing themselves in, as their numbers are now doing more harm then good...between Ota and certain doom however is a wall of fire...a hastily reformated accident that actually worked in Ota's favor, unlucky though for the Mage that started the fire as his arrow pierced body started the flames and the several dead logs around him are keeping the Undead at bay, along with whatever fuel the group can muster, mostly dead logs and Undead weapons, or soldiers...still however, several of the more braindead Zombies stomp right through, engulfing themselves before being hacked to pieces...needless to say the Frontal ranks are dealing with an unholy stench, as well as the dismal Undead

"Clivis...any word from the frontal ranks" Ota says loosening her robes to combat the heat of the crescent firewall "communication would be grand"

"None whatsoever...I'm begining to think we're the last ones" Clivis responds

If ever a hastier command structure had been set up, then Ota hadnt heard of it...of the ones lucky enough to find their way to the hill before the firewall went up were the two following individuals: Clivis, a middle-aged Nordic Man, separated from his Legion Battalion when the Dragon started reeking havoc, Ota has put him in command of her frontal lines...Townes (Towny), a young Imperial of no more then 15 years separated from his father and the rest of the Archeror ranks when the Undead swelled, pulling his group apart, he was lucky enough to crawl to the hill, and after being slapped around by Ota a bit has regained his composure and his marksmanship, making him Ota's clear choice for a ranged commander. Ota herself is forming the Mage ranks into something profitable, telling Healers where to direct their Spells, and Destruction Mages where to launch vollies at the enemy ranks.

"We're not the last ones Mister Clivis" Ota says "...because if we were theres no doubt in my mind that that Dragon would be scorching us" Ota says motioning in the distance to where the Dragon is, finally redirecting her attention to the ranged formation "Mister Towny...excellent work at holding the right flank...but now concentrate your fire on that formation over there" Ota says pointing to an area off to the right "...try to seperate them...can you do this Mister Towny?"

"Yes Ma'am, I think we can" the reluctant Towny replies

"Dont think, do Mister Towny...lest they overtake our entire positon" Ota barks

"Yes Ma'am" Towny says, turning to organize the ranks for another volley

"Good...now Clivis...heres what I want to do about that Dragon and the Group with it" Ota begins strategizing with Clivis "...especially the nasty group of Knights over there" Ota points out

One87xe

Mar 19 2006, 07:12 PM

The Hearthfire Ball

Ora and Osa are still enjoying the stories and chatting with various peoples, as both try to figure out if their dead, alive, or part of some sick twisted scheme.

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 07:20 PM

Anya perched precariously on the roof. The stories barely held her interest, and seeing the night sky lightened her mood ever so slightly. Besides, the mob in the streets below didn't seem to give her a notice. She licked her lips a little, forgoing her shaped mask for her now natural pale skin and glowing eyes.

Anya kept quiet and reserved. Thus far, she had avoided any major conversation with Dayla or Shaka, and would have rather kept it that way. Her thoughts, at the moment, were centered on her uncle who would still be alive, anyway. If she recalled the time right, he would be with her right now, on the outer rim of Vvardenfell.

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 07:25 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 06:20 PM)

Anya will hear the sounds of someone else alighting on the manor's roof after a short while.

"For a crazy dream, it certainly looks real ..." Dayla says, coming within a couple yards of her filia, her Dunmer legs balancing on the roof gracefully. She hesitates, letting Anya answer.

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 07:32 PM

Shaka, noticing that Anya had disappeared, levitated to the roof as well. He watched Dayla and the Bosmer for a second before speaking.

Strange, she has a mentor again, he thought for the first time. And one with centuries of experience this time.

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 07:38 PM

Reeds got up and stretched. He had become rather bored with the stories. Not that they weren't good, but hours of this sort of thing didn't appeal to him; he preferred his stories on paper. He sat back down next to Reichi. "Judging by how some of us acted, I'm guessing that some of you guys have been here before." He says, "Is it the same the second time around?"

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 07:39 PM

Anya looked at Dayla, shaking her head, "I don't like it... It's too surreal to be real."

She glanced at Shaka befor looking back at the dead mulling about below her.

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 07:42 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 07:39 PM)

Anya looked at Dayla, shaking her head, "I don't like it... It's too surreal to be real."

She glanced at Shaka befor looking back at the dead mulling about below her.

"Anya, who did you see in the statue back at the necropolis? Vondicus?"

"You're right about the surreality, you should have seen the results of our chase after the carriage."

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 07:42 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 06:39 PM)

Anya looked at Dayla, shaking her head, "I don't like it... It's too surreal to be real."

She glanced at Shaka befor looking back at the dead mulling about below her.

Dayla glances back at Shaka as well, her eyes flickering down to the zombies below. They must not have been able to sense Shaka, however, for they continued to simply stare dumbly at the windows, blank eyes reflecting the candle flames within.

"I suppose you're right," she says. "I almost hope you are, actually ..." She sighs and shakes her head. "Your Duchess friend says to try and find a way out but I don't see too many people looking ..."

She glances at Anya, as though hoping the Bosmer had some idea what to do next.

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 07:47 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 07:38 PM)

"Not entirely the same, no," Reichi replied. "But yeah, I've been here before, I am here, too," Reichi gestured towards his younger self. "Things are different, though. Stuff happening out of order, a coffin with Mannimarco in it, the children not being hit by that carriage, that sort of thing."

"Though, if anything, I bet it will end the same."

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 07:49 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 05:47 PM)

"Is your younger self... afflicted, by now? Or does that happen later?"

"The ending isn't a happy one, is it?" Reeds asks.

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Attrebus

Mar 19 2006, 07:56 PM

The Hearthfire Ball

Attrebus walked through the hall. There was a vague sense of de'ja vu that he quickly shook off as he made his way through the crowd of people. Or what appeared to be people.

Attrebus approached Lorrana and bowed. "I'm glad to see a familiar face, fair Loranna. These certainly are strange goings on... How are you, my lady?"

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 07:59 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 07:49 PM)

"Is your younger self... afflicted, by now? Or does that happen later?"

"The ending isn't a happy one, is it?" Reeds asks.

Reichi grinned. "Yeah, he is. Though, I wouldn't worry if I were you. He shouldn't utilize it here. That doesn't happen until that Tavern in White Haven, in High Rock. Spooted Owl and Noble Seamstress I think it was called."

"No the ending isn't a very happy one. Things were like that back in those days. Where ever we went, we left destruction behind."

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 08:02 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 05:59 PM)

"That must not have been pleasant." Reeds comments, "What's going to happen? Are we supposed to prevent it?"

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 08:05 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 19 2006, 05:42 PM)

"Anya, who did you see in the statue back at the necropolis? Vondicus?"

"You're right about the surreality, you should have seen the results of our chase after the carriage."

"I saw loved ones, just like you."

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 19 2006, 05:42 PM)

"I'm at a loss. I don't even have my own memories of this place. I'm not much better at things than killing people." Anya hugged her knees to her chest.

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 08:08 PM

QUOTE(Attrebus @ Mar 19 2006, 06:56 PM)

The younger Loranna blinks as the Imperial guard arrives, recognizing Attrebus from memories that weren't truly hers. For a second she looks unsure of herself, but she manages a smile.

"There are many strange goings on, indeed," she says, glancing over at Reichi and Reeds. "And some people who seem to have more idea what is happening than others, I note ... but I see many adventuresome faces in the crowds, and isn't it always the way, that adventurers attract interesting events to them?"

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 08:09 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:05 PM)

"I saw loved ones, just like you."

"I'm at a loss. I don't even have my own memories of this place. I'm not much better at things than killing people." Anya hugged her knees to her chest.

"At least we're still alive, elf. Well . . . " he winced at what he had said to the two vampires. "Still kicking, anyway. Mannimarco didn't succeed in killing us, and the Banker hasn't either, yet, though it would probably be easy for him."

He sat on the roof, closer to Anya. "I gather from what I've gotten second-hand that he may have taken a shine to the Duchess. Mortals are fascinating, unpredictable to the Daedra, from what I've heard. They can't change, and they can't completely understand those who can."

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 08:13 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 07:05 PM)

"I saw loved ones, just like you."
"I'm at a loss. I don't even have my own memories of this place. I'm not much better at things than killing people." Anya hugged her knees to her chest.

Dayla bites her bottom lip, unsure what to say. She starts to move closer to Anya ...

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 19 2006, 07:09 PM)

... but pauses when Shaka moves first.

"Whether we're still alive is ... debatable," she mutters. "By rights, that blast should have done us in. But the Daedra seem to have gotten involved so maybe we are alive, just knocked out back in Lasthold."

"And from what I've gathered, the Banker has had a 'shine' for your Duchess for quite some time," she adds, frowning at Shaka. "He was part of the reason Ashana took such a hands off approach when Slyvos got directly involved in Loranna's journey; even my mater was circumspect around the Daedra ..."

Attrebus

Mar 19 2006, 08:15 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 09:38 AM)

"Yes, I've noticed that certain people are the centre of events. I... I have a vague memory of this. But it's different and I can't put my finger on it at all."

A look of doubt comes over Attrebus' face. He wasn't used to feeling like this. It was like everything he was sure of suddenly changed. And he didn't like that feeling at all.

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 08:16 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:02 PM)

"That must not have been pleasant." Reeds comments, "What's going to happen? Are we supposed to prevent it?"

"If I remeber right, the whole place burns down or something," Reichi said with a shrug. "But my memory aint the best and I wasn't here all the time. I don't know if we should prevent it, or let it run its' course. At the least, we should however, try to survive. If that means altering the way things happened, then so be it."

"Afterall, things are already messed up. What could a little more do?"

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 08:18 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 06:16 PM)

"A lot," Reeds answers, "Us meddleing around in this might mean getting back to Lasthold or not. I wish someone would just tell us why we're here."

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 08:22 PM

QUOTE(Attrebus @ Mar 19 2006, 07:15 PM)

The younger Loranna opens her mouth, as if to say something ... and her eyes widen, like someone remembering a nightmare.

"I ... I don't know ..." she says, shaking her head, her expression that of someone watching things spiral out of control. "This was just supposed to be a ball, a night for dancing and fun; now ..." She shrugs helplessly, not looking Attrebus directly in the face.

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 08:31 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 19 2006, 06:09 PM)

Anya glanced at Shaka, then shook her head lightly, his slip of the tongue affecting her less than he suspected. She still kept reserved.

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 19 2006, 06:13 PM)

Dayla bites her bottom lip, unsure what to say. She starts to move closer to Anya ...
... but pauses when Shaka moves first.

"Whether we're still alive is ... debatable," she mutters. "By rights, that blast should have done us in. But the Daedra seem to have gotten involved so maybe we are alive, just knocked out back in Lasthold."

"And from what I've gathered, the Banker has had a 'shine' for your Duchess for quite some time," she adds, frowning at Shaka. "He was part of the reason Ashana took such a hands off approach when Slyvos got directly involved in Loranna's journey; even my mater was circumspect around the Daedra ..."

"If that's the case, then we're just along for a lovely ride with the Banker and Loranna, I guess." Anya shifted her black cloak, her eyes glancing towards Dayla, "Which is fine with me, I suppose. By the way, you must teach me that nifty trick with the wings."

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 08:35 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:31 PM)

Anya glanced at Shaka, then shook her head lightly, his slip of the tongue affecting her less than he suspected. She still kept reserved.
"If that's the case, then we're just along for a lovely ride with the Banker and Loranna, I guess." Anya shifted her black cloak, her eyes glancing towards Dayla, "Which is fine with me, I suppose. By the way, you must teach me that nifty trick with the wings."

Shaka motioned for Dayla to sit next to Anya also, as she seemed to want.

"This would be an enjoyable way to spend an evening, on the roof, if it weren't for the zombies and all," he said dryly.

"If we get back to Ald Raathim, I'm going to finally build a house. It's long overdue anyway. . . . Anya, I'll make sure to put a windowless room in it too, if you feel like staying sometimes . . . ."

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 08:39 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:18 PM)

"A lot," Reeds answers, "Us meddleing around in this might mean getting back to Lasthold or not. I wish someone would just tell us why we're here."

Reichi shrugged. "Perhaps. Theres really no way to be sure of why we're here, other than it's Sheogorath's doing. Maybe he finds toying with us fun, or theres some point to this..."

"Or maybe, he just wants another waltz with Loranna," Reichi grinned.

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 08:42 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 06:39 PM)

"I guess that puts a whole new spin on the term 'captive audience', dosn't it?" Reeds returns the grin, "All I want right now is to go home, Sheogorath be damned." Reeds was silent for a minute, then started laughing to himself.

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 08:45 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 07:31 PM)

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 19 2006, 07:35 PM)

Dayla raises her eyebrows, but sits down near Anya, smiling a little. "The wings are nice, aren't they? I once tried adding them to my usual form, but wings and snake bodies didn't work out as well as I'd have thought. If we get out of this dream thing, I'll work on wings with you next."

She glances over at Shaka, as if guaging him.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 19 2006, 08:46 PM

Slashes-With-Claws approached Nalion. "Very strange all this is." He said. "It makes me think of my past. Were this real time, I would be a slave right now for Alren Dres."

He sighed. "Will we ever get out of this, or will we be stuck forever as the toys of Sheogorath?"

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 08:48 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:42 PM)

Reichi raised a eyebrow. "Whats so funny Reeds?" he asked.

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 08:50 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 06:48 PM)

Reichi raised a eyebrow. "Whats so funny Reeds?" he asked.

"I initially wasn't even planning on coming with you, you know, but Glacia practically shoved me to Setinel. Right before I left, I promised her I'd come back, and said that not even the daM doG could stop me." Reeds looks around him, "I guess he took that as a challenge."

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 08:53 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:50 PM)

Reichi grinned. "Ironic," he said simply. "But, of course, you aren't going to let him win this challenge?"

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 08:55 PM

Anya didn't answer either Shaka or Dayla, but looked at them both, "Are you two, wha- what's going... do you two need to talk?"

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 08:55 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 06:53 PM)

Reichi grinned. "Ironic," he said simply. "But, of course, you aren't going to let him win this challenge?"

"I only make promises when I intend to keep them," Reeds said. "I don't want this one to be the first I break."

Nalion

Mar 19 2006, 08:56 PM

The Dreamworld - Nalion

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 19 2006, 07:46 PM)

Nalion looked up from his thoughts. After the mage had briefly talked to P'rassha after the Khajiit's story, the Breton had resumed his place, leaning on a wall and watching the proceedings.
"We would all be someplace else... oblivious of what is out there...", Nalion said, thinking of his own past. He'd come a long way since then, seen things he never had thought would be possible.

"Don't speak his name out loud in here. The Mad One has ears and his name draws him to the speaker at times. He's been watching the events around Loranna closely. The first time I have seen him was in Solitude, and he was like a storm. Of course, I didn't realize it back then. He's got an interest in us, that I can tell. Perhaps he wants something... what though, I don't know..."

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 08:57 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:55 PM)

Anya didn't answer either Shaka or Dayla, but looked at them both, "Are you two, wha- what's going... do you two need to talk?"

Shaka smiled at that and took Anya's hand. "No, Anya. I just noticed, and probably Dayla also, that you've been a little quiet."

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 19 2006, 09:02 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 19 2006, 08:56 PM)

The Dreamworld - Nalion
"Don't speak his name out loud in here. The Mad One has ears and his name draws him to the speaker at times. He's been watching the events around Loranna closely. The first time I have seen him was in Solitude, and he was like a storm. Of course, I didn't realize it back then. He's got an interest in us, that I can tell. Perhaps he wants something... what though, I don't know..."

"I apologize for my use of his name." Slashes said. "I am not used to the Daedra, they are almost unknown in Argonia, and I never bothered to study them after I returned to Morrowind." He pondered for a moment. "I wonder if he is testing us on something. I do not know anything about this ball that we find ourselves in now. After the wagon and children, was there a major event concerning Her Grace?"

Nalion

Mar 19 2006, 09:08 PM

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 19 2006, 08:02 PM)

Nalion smiled, looking at the Argonian.
"Don't apologize to me.", the mage said, then looked thoughtful. "I fear you ask the wrong one. I have only the briefest idea of what has happened then. The events here were well before I met Loranna."
The mage paused, trying to remember the few bits and pieces he had been able to read in the Mythopoeic Archive on that event.
"Reichi has been here, as far as I know.", he continued, "Perhaps you could ask him?"

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 09:09 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 07:55 PM)

Anya didn't answer either Shaka or Dayla, but looked at them both, "Are you two, wha- what's going... do you two need to talk?"

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 19 2006, 07:57 PM)

Shaka smiled at that and took Anya's hand. "No, Anya. I just noticed, and probably Dayla also, that you've been a little quiet."

"Shaka and I talked already; I think most of the important things were said," Dayla tells Anya, smiling a little. Which wasn't the truth really because there was still one big thing left to be said, but Dayla wasn't ready to bring it up yet.

"I'm just ... touched by the novelty of the situation," she continues. "I hadn't any intention of going against Mannimarco, nor any intention of mingling with the heroes of Ald Raathim - yet here I am, having done both, and now I'm in the Duchess's dream. Tell me, was it like this for the two of you when you first met her?"

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 09:13 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:55 PM)

"I only make promises when I intend to keep them," Reeds said. "I don't want this one to be the first I break."

"A good policy," Reichi replied, before grinning. "I don't think it will be the one you break, we've made it out of some seriously dire straits before. I think we'll make it out of this somehow."

"I mean, we like, [censored]slapped Azura. That has to count for something."

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 09:15 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 07:13 PM)

Reeds laughed, "It seems to me we need answers before we do anything. Maybe someone should jump around the room yelling his name?"

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 09:20 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 19 2006, 07:09 PM)

"Gods yes. I was hired as just a pathfinder to a shrine in Vvardenfell. They payed well enough, and I decided ot do more work for them and ended up staying... and here I am."

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 09:28 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 19 2006, 09:09 PM)

"I'm just ... touched by the novelty of the situation," she continues. "I hadn't any intention of going against Mannimarco, nor any intention of mingling with the heroes of Ald Raathim - yet here I am, having done both, and now I'm in the Duchess's dream. Tell me, was it like this for the two of you when you first met her?"

"It's been a wild ride, all right," he said, smiling at Anya. "The elf here was a drifter and a Rogue, and I wasn't much better. Loranna is good at finding strays to help, though. I wonder if she was like that as a kid, trying to keep her life on track while Gram was out trying to be a hero."

"I wouldn't have missed this time for the world, though." Shaka thought back to the incredibly full year and more just past.

Aki

Mar 19 2006, 09:29 PM

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 19 2006, 09:15 PM)

Reeds laughed, "It seems to me we need answers before we do anything. Maybe someone should jump around the room yelling his name?"

Reichi smirked. "That might be a bad idea," he replied. "One can't predict what he'll do next. At times he's harmless at others he's rather twisted."

stargate525

Mar 19 2006, 09:31 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 19 2006, 07:29 PM)

Reichi smirked. "That might be a bad idea," he replied. "One can't predict what he'll do next. At times he's harmless at others he's rather twisted."

"isn't that the truth." Reeds said as he settled down to hear the beginning of another story.

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 09:32 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:20 PM)

"Gods yes. I was hired as just a pathfinder to a shrine in Vvardenfell. They payed well enough, and I decided ot do more work for them and ended up staying... and here I am."

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 19 2006, 08:28 PM)

"I see ..." Dayla says, frowning. Her eyes look troubled, but she doesn't say anything for a long moment, instead looking back down at the zombies.

" ... Perhaps we should try leaving the manor, go someplace else," she suggests. "Perhaps we should try to make our way back to Scourg Barrow in this dream world. Maybe we'll find our bodies lying on the ground and can kick them awake."

"Unless," she adds, "you think we should just keep waiting here ..."

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 09:34 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 19 2006, 07:32 PM)

Anya licked her lips again, her eyes shining in the night light, "We could go, I guess, but what good would that do. I'm mostly hungry right now. Her Fangs were biting undead, and undead just don't fill you up."

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 09:51 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 09:34 PM)

Shaka wondered why Dayla seemed pensive all of a sudden, but didn't ask further. "Anya, I know you don't want to resort to it, but you can take some of my blood if you have to. . . . What am I saying, we're made of dreams currently."

"Still, the offer stands."

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 09:56 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 08:34 PM)

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 19 2006, 08:51 PM)

Dayla gives Shaka a lopsided grin. "I've recently been reminded that blood freely offered tastes better," she says to Anya. "Our magic still works here; lend him your bracers and you shouldn't have to worry too much about hurting him."

She starts to get up. "I should leave you two alone then ..." she says, making her way to the other side of the roof.

Xyber02

Mar 19 2006, 10:14 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 19 2006, 07:56 PM)

Anya gripped the hilts of her matching ebony blades tightly, her eyes narrowing. "I- I can't, not with someone I know- I'll be fine for a while."

She stood up, pacing lightly on the roof before deciding to go back inside. "We should see what's going on now. I don't want to be here any longer than needed."

syronj

Mar 19 2006, 10:17 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 10:14 PM)

Shaka only nodded, and used the amulet to levitate back down. He was close to suggesting that Anya drain one of the ballgoers, who weren't "real" anyway, but kept silent for now, figuring she would think of it herself if the hunger grew too great.

Loranna

Mar 19 2006, 10:20 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 19 2006, 09:14 PM)

Dayla pauses, looking back at Anya. Her expression was hard to read, though disappointment shone in her eyes - or perhaps that was regret.

" ... All right," she says, heading back inside on her own.

S'reddit

Mar 20 2006, 01:16 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 19 2006, 07:20 PM)

Dayla pauses, looking back at Anya. Her expression was hard to read, though disappointment shone in her eyes - or perhaps that was regret.

" ... All right," she says, heading back inside on her own.

The stories were continuing, and Goranthir had just finished a rather silly tale of the Crystal Tower which he had beeen tld as child. It was met with appreciation, and he had taken the opportunity to speak with Allerleirauh. He knew she wouldn't know him here, in a dream of the past, but he couldn't miss the opportunity to talk to his great love.

"This party is going quite well," one of the servants said to another. "Usually Darius's parties go wrong."

"Well, we have had that cursed platter and those screaming kids and those zombies," the other servant said.

"Oh, those are nothing," the first chuckled, getting back to work. "I'd say overall it's been quite a successful night for his lordship."

One87xe

Mar 20 2006, 02:01 PM

The Hearthfire Ball

Ora continues her conversation with Ami and Master One while Osa mingles with the various party-goers...both are still confused by this turn of events, but are making the most of it nonetheless

The Battle for Ramakawan

Ota and her forces continue to hold the hill, and all are keeping a sharp eye out just in case the Dragon happens their way...but for now the cause seems to be picking off the creatively named abominations Mannimarco has unleashed, names like: "Hell Knight" a twisted creation of a Skeleton Champion fused with Iron Armor and a careless amount of Fortify Strength to keep its fragile bones from buckling under the weight..."Death Box" a Zombified creation formed from corpses that resembled a crate...and Ota's personal favorite the "Dead Tower" a hulking pile of corpses wired together to make one giant sickening creation...for each new type of creature a different approach needed to bring it down

"Clivis, where in the blazes are those Siege Engines?" Ota questions

"No idea ma'am... late I'm afraid" Clivis replies while smashing a Zombies face in with his Warhammer "...and thats assuming someones still alive to operate them"

Ota surveys the battle with discontent...Summoning another Ogrim Titan to fight among the frontal ranks

"Hopefully help arrives soon...otherwise all is lost" is all Ota can think, looking over the field of chaos

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 04:54 PM

OUT OF CHARACTER POST!!!

Ted, the Private Message function's died on the board, so if you see this, please contact me via my e-mail addy.

I really want to get this wrapped up by today, if at all possible; I fear the forums will groan under the weight of the new traffic for weeks now >.<

Loranna

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 09:13 PM

Loranna's Dream

The sound of zombies beating against the door had become such a regular part of the party that they almost seemed to accompany the music. It took some time for anyone to notice when the sound ceased.

When the front door began to bulge on its hinges like a bubble, however, all took notice. Something was coming through.

Nalion

Mar 20 2006, 09:17 PM

Loranna's Dream

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 08:13 PM)

"Watch out, everyone!", Nalion shouted, "Someone's coming! Bring the children in the cellars!"
Nalion motioned to some servants to hurry and bring the children they had saved from the carriage and later from the zombies down where he thought they would be safe for the moment. Then, Nalion moved towards a window, taking care not to be seen from outside despite his meagre skills in being stealthy. Nalion took a peek out of the window to see what waas outside.

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 09:18 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 08:13 PM)

The younger Loranna, having just been talking with Attrebus, looks over at the bulging door with surprise. "Wha ..."

Gram, on the dance floor, looks over, as Samson and Harg make their way to the door with heavy planks to barricade it.

"Lord Darius!" someone yells, and the Imperial - on his fourth flin and third brandy - slides into view, still in the arms of a determined Breton matron who won't let him go.

"Good heavens! Please ma'am; I have to go do my hostly duty ..." he insists, albiet with a certain reluctance.

The older Loranna comes out of the side rooms ..

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 20 2006, 09:19 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:13 PM)

Slashes-With-Claws drew his sword. He stood ready to face what was trying to come through the door.

stargate525

Mar 20 2006, 09:22 PM

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 20 2006, 07:19 PM)

Slashes-With-Claws drew his sword. He stood ready to face what was trying to come through the door.

Reeds stood beside him, swords drawn.

Valerius, on the other hand, is looking at them, wondering why people are crowded around a door that looks like it will explode.

syronj

Mar 20 2006, 09:23 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 20 2006, 09:17 PM)

Loranna's Dream

"Watch out, everyone!", Nalion shouted, "Someone's coming! Bring the children in the cellars!"
Nalion motioned to some servants to hurry and bring the children they had saved from the carriage and later from the zombies down where he thought they would be safe for the moment. Then, Nalion moved towards a window, taking care not to be seen from outside despite his meagre skills in being stealthy. Nalion took a peek out of the window to see what waas outside.

Shaka drew the Spear of Bitter Mercy, feeling a certain relief that events seemed to be moving forward again.

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 09:24 PM

The orchestra stopped playing, the heroes drew their weapons, and the company drew a collective breath.

And then with a resounding bang, the doors flew open and the King of Worms stepped into the ball.

Mannimarco's expressionless, doll-like face surveyed the group.

"You have robbed me of my prize," the King of Worms said dully. "I won your souls in Lasthold, but instead I find them here, in idle conversations and dances? Come with me quietly, or I will tear this illusion apart."

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Nalion

Mar 20 2006, 09:27 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 08:24 PM)

Nalion straightened himself and turned towards Mannimarco.
"And where would you take us?", the mage asked, "To once more try to take what is not yours and will never be?"

syronj

Mar 20 2006, 09:27 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:24 PM)

Shaka stepped forward and hurled the Spear like a javelin, wondering whether it was futile. "Then end the illusion if you can, monster!"

Dagoth Lich

Mar 20 2006, 09:28 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 08:24 PM)

"Feel free to tear it apart, you little powerhungry Maggot of Worms. You who is pathetic enough to have to have power over others to assert his own self-worth to himself." Slyvos said in a scornful voice, holding his hands in front of himself defensively, a spell on his lips ready to be released at a moment's notice. He would not be afraid...

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 20 2006, 09:30 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:24 PM)

Hesek hissed at the King of Worms and spouted several curses in Hist. He cast a reflect spell on himself. His body tensed, ready to lunge at his foe.

stargate525

Mar 20 2006, 09:31 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 20 2006, 07:27 PM)

Shaka stepped forward and hurled the Spear like a javelin, wondering whether it was futile. "Then end the illusion if you can, monster!"

"Please," Reeds said, "You'd be doing us a favor more likely than not."

Valerius moves forward, holy sword drawn. He says nothing, noting that taunts usually only work on weaker opponents, and Mannimarco was certainly not weak.

Osano

Mar 20 2006, 09:35 PM

Athaso drew his holy broadsword at the sound of the front door of the manor exploding, but he stood in wait still somewhat behind the others, knowing they were probably better suited to fight Mannimarco...

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 09:35 PM

Loranna's Dream

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 20 2006, 09:28 PM)

"Very well," Mannimarco nodded. "You've made your choice."

The windows to the grand manor house exploded inward, showering glass on those within.

Then, the fine, tasteful woodwork began to lighten and crack, forming odd nodules and joints …

They were turning into bone.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 20 2006, 09:39 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:35 PM)

Loranna's Dream
"Very well," Mannimarco nodded. "You've made your choice."

The windows to the grand manor house exploded inward, showering glass on those within.

Then, the fine, tasteful woodwork began to lighten and crack, forming odd nodules and joints …

They were turning into bone.

The glass shards mostly glance off of Slashes-With-Claws' armor, a few cut the exposed joints. He lunges at the King of Worms, glass tower shield in front, holy sword swinging toward him. His reflection spell was still strong.

Aki

Mar 20 2006, 09:46 PM

Reichi cursed as the glass bounced off his armor, stepping back and using Hircine's Ring to once again assume his Werewolf form. Holy blade drawn, he joined Slashes-With-Claws, leaping forward to strike at the King of Worms.

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 09:49 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 20 2006, 09:46 PM)

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 20 2006, 09:39 PM)

Mannimarco chuckled, as Slashes and Reichi flew threw him, bringing up a cloud of dust.

"Now, I am willing to put up with a certain amount of nonsense," said a voice from the orchestra. A young musician with wild hair, a waistcoast, and an abnormally long and slim violin he could use as a cane stepped forward. "But, Mannimarco, this is not your world."

Dagoth Lich

Mar 20 2006, 09:51 PM

Slyvos casted a powerful Shield spell on himself, which deflected the glass shards well enough to keep them from doing any harm to him. He began to cast a wide variety of powerful protection spells on himself, and some on the others, knowing that now that slashes was running at Mannimarco, he could not get a good shot at the necromancer.

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 08:49 PM)

When a person he could immediately tell was Sheogorath stepped in, Slyvos was for the first time greatful for the daM doG's existance. Sure, he was a daedra, and not someone you'd want to be friends with. But, well... damnit, we owe him now.

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 09:53 PM

Things were happening way too fast for the younger Loranna to comprehend. That evil-looking boy-headed man who just stepped in, she thought she knew him from somewhere, but where ...

Images of ravens flying together, forming a man in heavy robes. Ah; that was who ...

Shaka was throwing his spear, and nearby, a familiar voice she hadn't heard in over a decade bellowed "We defied you before, Ruler of Worms, and by Kyne we shall defy you again!" as he moved forward, a glowing shield held up ...

" ... What's going on!? Stop this, all of you!" the younger Loranna cried out, her face a mask of anger and fear. "This isn't how it's supposed to ..." Then, she stopped, staring open-mouthed at her older self, already weaving protective enchantments ...

" ... be ..." the younger Loranna whispered, her eyes flashing from blue to green and back again; she turns and glares at Mannimarco, though her thoughts reached out not to him but to her older self, who winced ...

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 09:54 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 09:53 PM)

" ... What's going on!? Stop this, all of you!" the younger Loranna cried out, her face a mask of anger and fear. "This isn't how it's supposed to ..." Then, she stopped, staring open-mouthed at her older self, already weaving protective enchantments ...

" ... be ..." the younger Loranna whispered, her eyes flashing from blue to green and back again; she turns and glares at Mannimarco, though her thoughts reached out not to him but to her older self, who winced ...

The walls of the manor house began to transform as Sheogorath and Mannimarco spoke, changing from bone back to dark wood … Except in some place, where it turned into the good, solid Nordic stone of Castle Daruhn …

"Not my world? Whose world is it, Mad God, yours?" the King laughed. "I see one madwoman around, but ..."

"No, hers," Sheogorath motioned to the older Loranna. He turned to her. "If you wish him to leave, simply tell him this is a very exclusive party, and no one with maggots in their dusty skull caps is permitted to attend. Or words to that effect, if you wish to be more polite."

Nalion

Mar 20 2006, 09:54 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 08:49 PM)

"I was wondering when you would grace our party with your personal appearance, Mad One.", Nalion said, moving to a position where he was out of line from Sheogorath and Mannimarco, but equidistant from them. His eyes tried to keep track of both, the King of Worms and the daM doG. Nalion looked at the violin.
"Will it become a dance?"

The mage seemed outwardly calm, but a closer look into his eyes would show that he was wary on the highest level, doubtful and anxious. Then, after Sheogorath spoke, the Breton looked at Loranna.

Aki

Mar 20 2006, 09:57 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:49 PM)

The bloody coward, he hasn't got the balls to even appear in person, Reichi thought as he passed through Mannimarco. He turned at the voice, seeing none other than the Prince of Madness himself.

QUOTE

"No, hers," Sheogorath motioned to the older Loranna. He turned to her. "If you wish him to leave, simply tell him this is a very exclusive party, and no one with maggots in their dusty skull caps is permitted to attend. Or words to that effect, if you wish to be more polite."

Reichi raised a eyebrow, but lowered it as he grinned. That's almost too easy...

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 20 2006, 10:00 PM

Slashes-With-Claws' blow had no effect on the King of Worms, passing through him. He watched Sheogorath and the others, unsure of what to do next.

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 10:05 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 08:54 PM)

The older Loranna's eyes widen a bit, as she mentally kicks herself. Of course, why didn't she think of it before ...

"Even I have my limits of politeness," she answers Sheogorath, "and they are quite reached now." She turns and fixes her eyes on Mannimarco. "You heard him; I may be a madwoman, but I have no place for rotting flesh and burrowing maggots in my world. Away with you then! Go back to your Barrow and sulk, Usurper King of a mouldering dream. Go back and stare at your empty hands; Tamriel shall not be yours this day, nor the souls of my friends, for they are sheltered in my bosom, yea even the ones who are dead yet still walk. Away with you, I say!"

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 20 2006, 08:54 PM)

"Was there ever any doubt, Nalion?" the older Loranna asks, as her younger self stares in a mixture of awe and envy.

Dagoth Lich

Mar 20 2006, 10:09 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 09:05 PM)

Slyvos just chuckles, looking at the older Loranna with with a grin now on his face. How could he not consider himself lucky, he wondered. Well, he never doubted that fact. and to think, I was almost worried for a moment. And then suddenly my lovely wife gets an ace up her sleeve and uses it dramatically and perfectly.

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 10:18 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 10:05 PM)

"Even I have my limits of politeness," she answers Sheogorath, "and they are quite reached now." She turns and fixes her eyes on Mannimarco. "You heard him; I may be a madwoman, but I have no place for rotting flesh and burrowing maggots in my world. Away with you then! Go back to your Barrow and sulk, Usurper King of a mouldering dream. Go back and stare at your empty hands; Tamriel shall not be yours this day, nor the souls of my friends, for they are sheltered in my bosom, yea even the ones who are dead yet still walk. Away with you, I say!"

“How dare you talk to the immortal Mannimarco like that, barmaid?” the King of Worms said, floating towards her on a cloud of dust and ash. “I will boil your brain. I will turn your bones to powder. I will …”

As Mannimarco approached her, wild hair began to sprout from his head.

“I will …”

The doll-like expression on his face became more animated, from emotionless to fury to … amused madness.

“I will …”

Dropping down to the ground, he walked right past Loranna and approached the young Loranna-Azura, and bowed.

“I will be honored if you will dance with me, o Goddess,” said Sheogorath Two.

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 20 2006, 09:54 PM)

“It was never anything but a dance, o Llanfairite,” Sheogorath One smiled. “An Arena and a Dance.”

One87xe

Mar 20 2006, 10:19 PM

The Hearthfire Ball

"Well,well what a splendid turn of events" thinks Osa, her pack returned to her, quickly she grabs the Scroll within

"I was wondering when this pile of decayed crap would show up" Ora thought, Sword drawn and at the ready, a smirk of contentment across her face

The Battle for Ramakawan

"...we'll only get one chance at this...you know this right Clivis?" Ota asks

"Seems our only way out of this predicament" Clivis says "...I have faith it'll work though"

"Then make it so...discretely...dont tip off the enemy to our plan" Ota says authoritively "I'll owe you a drink for this...if indeed its successful"

"It'll work ma'am...I swear by it" Clivis responds as he goes to make the nessecary preparations

Nalion

Mar 20 2006, 10:24 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:18 PM)

The Breton's eyebrows shot up as he saw Mannimarco turning into a second Sheogorath, then he turned to the first one.
"And both the Arena and a dance make the blood flow faster and the heart pounding...", Nalion said politely, but did not smile. "It seems our barmaid already has her dancing partner. What is lacking still though, is music."

syronj

Mar 20 2006, 10:25 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 10:18 PM)

Shaka saw the Spear sticking in the wall on the other side of the room. He shook his head, and approached more closely to the true Sheogorath and Loranna.

"Thank you for . . . this, Lord," he said to the daedroth. "Is it possible for you to destroy the King of Worms; or to at least stop his undead legions?"

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 20 2006, 10:27 PM

Slashes-With-Claws grinned slightly at seeing the King of Worms turned into another Sheogorath. Though he wanted Mannimarco dead, it would have to wait. "A most amusing result."

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 10:30 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 20 2006, 10:24 PM)

"A sensibly insensible request," Sheogorath One nodded, throwing his cane/violin to the orchestra, where a violinist caught it. The orchestra began to play.

It was a waltz.

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 20 2006, 10:25 PM)

"The eyes of the dreamer are wide open," Sheogorath One said to Shaka, and turned to Loranna. "What do you see out the windows of your soul?"

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 10:36 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:18 PM)

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:30 PM)

"A sensibly insensible request," Sheogorath One nodded, throwing his cane/violin to the orchestra, where a violinist caught it. The orchestra began to play.

It was a waltz.
"The eyes of the dreamer are wide open," Sheogorath One said to Shaka, and turned to Loranna. "What do you see out the windows of your soul?"

The older Loranna turns to look out a window, and gasps.

" ... I see legions of the dead fighting all of Tamriel's finest," she says. "I see dragons of bone bearing down on hapless defenders ..."

Then she blinks. " ... and I see ... catapaults firing at the dragons ..."

Nalion

Mar 20 2006, 10:41 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 09:36 PM)

The younger Loranna blinks, her eyes blue-green; hope, wonder, and confusion mingle in her face, but she smiles and holds out her hand.

"Dear one," she says, realization slowly dawning on her face, "star that shines through my dusk and lights my dawn, inspiration of all my prophecies, path of the Moonshadow and soil that nurtures my Rose, brother and elder in wisdom of mortalkind, please let me have this dance."
The older Loranna turns to look out a window, and gasps.

" ... I see legions of the dead fighting all of Tamriel's finest," she says. "I see dragons of bone bearing down on hapless defenders ..."

Then she blinks. " ... and I see ... catapaults firing at the dragons ..."

The mage folded his arms across his chest and watched younger Loranna/Azura talk about the dusk and dawn, then shook his head. He still looked warily around, but his right toes were tapping the floor in the rythm of the waltz.

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 10:45 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 10:36 PM)

The broken windows of the manor filled with images. The eastern windows showed the battles of the Kaalan troops, while the western windows showed the battles of the Ramakawan troops, both moving closer towards the center, towards the manor itself.

There were roars from the dragons, screams and bellows of the soldiers, moans of the undead, but the waltz music was all that anyone heard.

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 10:50 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 09:45 PM)

"Dnah ym ekat. Uoy fo ti dnamed ot em rof si ti," Sheogorath Two chuckles.

The Second Mad God take Loranna/Azura's hand and leads her to the middle of the ballroom. Their footsteps echo in the large hollow place as the music swelled.
The broken windows of the manor filled with images. The eastern windows showed the battles of the Kaalan troops, while the western windows showed the battles of the Ramakawan troops, both moving closer towards the center, towards the manor itself.

There were roars from the dragons, screams and bellows of the soldiers, moans of the undead, but the waltz music was all that anyone heard.

"As you wish ..."

Loranna-Azura's fingers close delicately around Sheogorath's; he can feel that she's trembling slightly, but her emerald green eyes look into his with a smile.

"Shall we let the others join us, or shall this be our own dance?" she asks.

Loranna, meanwhile, seems transfixed by the scene of the battle moving toward the manor. It was maddeningly ludicrious, seeing all that death and horror to the sound of waltz music.

A strange weight alights in Loranna's cloak; reaching into the pocket, she pulls out two bell-adorned anklets, and her eyes widen. "Alira's anklets ..." she murmurs. "I haven't touched them since I found them ..."

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 20 2006, 10:52 PM

Hesek listened to the music and watched the people dance. He did not know that dance. He knew dances, but they were all Argonian tribal dances. He turned his attention to the images in the broken windows. It wrenched at his heart to watch the soldiers dieing. He made the Argonian equivalent of a frown. He growled as more were killed. His hunter instincts were running wild again as he watched the carnage.

syronj

Mar 20 2006, 10:57 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 10:50 PM)

Loranna, meanwhile, seems transfixed by the scene of the battle moving toward the manor. It was maddeningly ludicrious, seeing all that death and horror to the sound of waltz music.

A strange weight alights in Loranna's cloak; reaching into the pocket, she pulls out two bell-adorned anklets, and her eyes widen. "Alira's anklets ..." she murmurs. "I haven't touched them since I found them ..."

Shaka glanced at the anklets. "It looks as if you were meant to wear them, Your Grace."

He still felt in awe of the will he had seen casually displayed. With the true Tribunal gone for several years now, Mannimarco had been said by some to be the deadliest foe on Tamriel; yet a true Daedra had put him in his place as if he were still a mortal necromancer.

Nor could Shaka relax around the Banker, however affable he could appear. Madness and power shone in his eyes as well.

"Maybe I should see if Anya is up for a waltz," he murmured.

Osano

Mar 20 2006, 10:58 PM

Athaso, choosing not to dance, more out of shyness than anything, turned his attentio to the battle going on outside. Part of him was confused as to whether he was still alive, part of him wanted to get back to reality, and part of him didn't mind it so bad in the illusion.

Despite any of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the majority of things were over.

Dagoth Lich

Mar 20 2006, 10:58 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 09:50 PM)

Slyvos just glanced at the younger Loranna, raiseing an eyebrow curiously at the strange waltz between Loranna-Azura and the other Sheogorath. That, was an odd sight.

He looks towards the older Loranna then, looking worried.

Aki

Mar 20 2006, 11:04 PM

Reichi stared out the window, watching the battle being fought. It was incongrous with the waltz music and the manor, but this was a dream, and there was nothing they could do to help those fighting the battle. Maybe a dance. Dancing as he was would be a interesting challenge, not to mention fitting for the already unusual scenery.

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 11:04 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 10:50 PM)

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 20 2006, 10:52 PM)

Slashes noticed in the windows to the east Red-Rock-Shadow among the troops, fighting the dragons with great spells of frost. Though others would see no emotion in her Argonian face, he saw fury and sadness in equal parts. With magicka of destruction, she was taking out her revenge for the deaths of her companions in Lasthold.

Windows throughout the palace showed other places in the here and now of Tamriel. The heroes could see not only the battles in the Dragontail Mountains, but quieter interludes in Mournhold and Stormhold. They could see Queen Elysana plotting in Wayrest, and Indoril Faryon plotting in Kragenmoor. There was Kethiah at the Nymph and Noggin with her children, waiting for her husband to return; there was Glacia at the bookstore, worrying about Reeds.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 20 2006, 11:08 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 11:04 PM)

Hesek wanted to call out to Chalovk, but knew it would be pointless. And if she did hear, she might be distracted, which could be fatal in a battle. At least he knew she was alive and reasonably well.

OOC: Out for the night.

Nalion

Mar 20 2006, 11:13 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 10:04 PM)

"The mortals must do as they wish. That is the whole of their charm."

Sheogorath Two and Loranna-Azura’s dance was fast, gathering tempo, following the lively tune, but is still quite precise, measured, restrained, proper. It is a complicated dance, highly ritualized, which both dancers know as if by instinct.
Slashes noticed in the windows to the east Red-Rock-Shadow among the troops, fighting the dragons with great spells of frost. Though others would see no emotion in her Argonian face, he saw fury and sadness in equal parts. With magicka of destruction, she was taking out her revenge for the deaths of her companions in Lasthold.

Windows throughout the palace showed other places in the here and now of Tamriel. The heroes could see not only the battles in the Dragontail Mountains, but quieter interludes in Mournhold and Stormhold. They could see Queen Elysana plotting in Wayrest, and Indoril Faryon plotting in Kragenmoor. There was Kethiah at the Nymph and Noggin with her children, waiting for her husband to return; there was Glacia at the bookstore, worrying about Reeds.

"Then so it shall be.", Nalion muttered as he saw the scenes come closer, then switching to other places.. "And thus we dance an insane dance to restore sanity."
The mage bowed to a finely dressed noblewoman, frightened and shuddering and stretched out a hand.
"May I asked for this dance and turn your thoughts to something more pleasant, my Lady?", the mage asked with a soft voice.
The woman stared at him like she saw a ghost, then nodded with her mouth open. Nalion took her hand and led her onto the dance floor.
They quickly found their steps and soon they were twirling alongside Sheogorath Two and young Loranna.

Meanwhile, those who would be watching the windows would see a line of catapults whose arms were being drawn back and loaded with amphores of boiling pitch. A Redguard, tall, in leather armour and armed with a silve sword stood close to the war machines and pointed towards a mass of zombies with his blade. His mouth moved as if it was a shout, but no sound was heard, then, the catapults shot their deadly load high into the air and pitch black death rained onto the battlefield.

syronj

Mar 20 2006, 11:14 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 11:04 PM)

Windows throughout the palace showed other places in the here and now of Tamriel. The heroes could see not only the battles in the Dragontail Mountains, but quieter interludes in Mournhold and Stormhold. They could see Queen Elysana plotting in Wayrest, and Indoril Faryon plotting in Kragenmoor. There was Kethiah at the Nymph and Noggin with her children, waiting for her husband to return; there was Glacia at the bookstore, worrying about Reeds.

"A god's-eye view," said Shaka, though not loudly. It had to be only a fraction of what it was like to be a daedroth and watching mortals. The full effect would have made them all walk the Golden Road.

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 11:16 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 10:04 PM)

Loranna-Azura, meanwhile, finally feels that magical moment she had wanted to feel, the same sensation Loranna felt with the mortals but which she herself hadn't quite experienced ... and she wonders what is different this time, other than the obvious. Was it simply the familiarity of being with one of her own? Or ... did it come from the feeling of not being in control that touched her when Sheogorath told her her priestess had gone mad ...

Loranna-Azura smiles, letting Sheogorath take the lead, letting him direct the dance as he would - and letting herself discover that direction as he revealed it ... But she does open her mouth to speak, her voice reverberating through the dance hall:

You mortals who would dance with gods, let this night always be one of rememberance for you of the wonders you shall now witness. This shall be my gift to you; this one night shall always be yours to remember.

The older Loranna returns her husband's worried gaze, and turns back to Sheogorath. " ... Dreams can't last forever," she says. "We have to wake up sometime, no matter what we may desire."

She shakes the anklets in her hand, the bells chiming in a music that defies tone and melody, the sound evoking the taste of wine on the lips as your pupils widen, the feel of the grass beneath your feet as the scents of paradise overwhelm you, the rush of chasing after an idea until you can chase no more, only to find that it has caught you instead, and now it's truly begun to run ...

" ... You asked for a dance some time ago," she says, bending over to strap the anklets onto her bare feet. "And here we are at a ball ..." Her expression is hard to read, as is her heart ...

Dagoth Lich

Mar 20 2006, 11:23 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 10:16 PM)

Slyvos' eyes went wide, looking at the older Loranna about to do what he thought she was. He had half a mind to stop her actually, but he restrained himself. It would cause nothing but trouble; damned he was if he wasn't aggravated by the thought of it though.

she better know what she's doing... he thought grimly, moving towards the nearest wall and leaning back on it, arms crossed.

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 11:29 PM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 20 2006, 10:23 PM)

Gram, coming up from behind Slyvos, has an angry look on his face and moves to grab the older Loranna's arm - but he himself is grabbed by Dayla, who glares at him with intense eyes.

"Do you want to upset the Prince of Madness?" she asks Gram incredulously. "What if this is the only way he'll let us out of this?!"

Outside, the Redguard with the silver sword is joined by another, one wearing the livery of the Knights of the Circle, burning down zombies with blessed fire and covering those manning the catapaults.

Aki

Mar 20 2006, 11:39 PM

Reichi, seeing others join in the dance, decided he had to now. Afterall, how often did one get to dance with Daedric Princes? Of course, to waltz, one needed a partner, and for Reichi, one needed a partner who wouldn't balk at the prospect of dancing with a werewolf.

QUOTE

Reichi shook his head and grinned, then gestured towards the dancefloor, offering his hand to Dayla.

Loranna

Mar 20 2006, 11:42 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Mar 20 2006, 10:39 PM)

Dayla looks somewhat surprised by Reichi's offer, but after a moment she accepts his hand, reforming her lower body into merrish legs.

"... Why not?" she asks, grinning a little. "Though it's been quite some time since I've danced a normal dance; usually, my partners end up here."

She pats her stomach twice, and adds " ... But why not?" She puts her hands in the proper places and lets the werewolf lead.

Sheogorath

Mar 20 2006, 11:51 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 11:16 PM)

The older Loranna returns her husband's worried gaze, and turns back to Sheogorath. " ... Dreams can't last forever," she says. "We have to wake up sometime, no matter what we may desire."

She shakes the anklets in her hand, the bells chiming in a music that defies tone and melody, the sound evoking the taste of wine on the lips as your pupils widen, the feel of the grass beneath your feet as the scents of paradise overwhelm you, the rush of chasing after an idea until you can chase no more, only to find that it has caught you instead, and now it's truly begun to run ...

" ... You asked for a dance some time ago," she says, bending over to strap the anklets onto her bare feet. "And here we are at a ball ..." Her expression is hard to read, as is her heart ...

The First Mad God's eyes flashed briefly to Slyvos, and he smiled widely.

"Oh, you are wrong, milady, dreams can and do last forever frequently. Dres Minsero may never awaken," he held out his hand. "Do not answer this question lightly. Consider it. May I have this dance?"

Aki

Mar 20 2006, 11:52 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 11:42 PM)

Reichi smirked, though he couldn't reply verbally. Or maybe he could, it was a dream afterall. Despite not having dance in some time, and being in his other form, Reichi lead the dance admirably well. Even if he nearly tripped a few times over his own paws.

Dagoth Lich

Mar 21 2006, 12:02 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 10:51 PM)

"What a marvelous idea, a gift," Sheogorath Two laughed, dancing faster.

South and east, the waltz doth drift
Melody lilting but tempo quite swift
Rising her hands to Oblivion lift
Milady, Vehk gave thee his loving gift.

"Ah, yes, the gift I gave to all that was never used," Sheogorath One shook his head, before turning to Loranna.
The First Mad God's eyes flashed briefly to Slyvos, and he smiled widely.

"Oh, you are wrong, milady, dreams can and do last forever frequently. Dres Minsero may never awaken," he held out his hand. "Do not answer this question lightly. Consider it. May I have this dance?"

Slyvos just softly growled, before looking to Loranna with practically pleading eyes. "If I may, I believe I'm the one that made the marriage vows..." He walked on to the dance floor, extending a hand to his wife expectantly. even if the Mad God strikes me down here, I will not let him have the last waltz. Especially not with Loranna...

Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 12:05 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 21 2006, 12:02 AM)

"You may be her husband," Sheogorath nodded, still smiling, his hand still out to Loranna. "But I asked first."

One87xe

Mar 21 2006, 12:11 AM

Hearthfire Ball

Both sisters watch the events unfold, both wishing the nightmare would end, wondering each if they were still dead

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 12:12 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 10:51 PM)

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 20 2006, 11:02 PM)

... and drops it, turning to look at Slyvos with an expression of utter shock.

" ... I heard that," she says, silver tears forming in her eyes. "By 'Bella, I HEARD that!"

Laughing, she throws her arms around Slyvos and whispers "Thank you ..." into his ear, and leans in for a kiss, turning to offer Sheogorath a sad smile. "Regrettably ... I must decline. This dance is already promised to another." Her tears stained Slyvos's cheeks, and gave her expression an ineffable happiness that seemed to light up the room.

Dagoth Lich

Mar 21 2006, 12:16 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 11:12 PM)

Loranna opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. Sheogorath's words take hold of her heart, catching her thoughts and twisting them around and around.

Hadn't Allie said something about this very moment? Loranna knew she had, just before the Dawn broke out, but she couldn't recall what she said right this moment, and the image of Allerleirauh in this dream was hidden from Loranna's sight. So she considered, on her own ...

... considered that the whole dream she'd been having seemed to be leading up to this moment, ending where it all began ...

... considered that she's found a gift found in one of Sheogorath's shrines adorning her feet now ...

... considered that he had said, the last waltz would be his.

Out of the corner of her eye, Loranna sees Loranna-Azura smile to the second Sheogorath, hears her say " ... Thank you," and sees her lean forward, to kiss the lips of madness as she whirls around faster and faster ...

Trembling, Loranna slowly raises her hand ...
... and drops it, turning to look at Slyvos with an expression of utter shock.

" ... I heard that," she says, silver tears forming in her eyes. "By 'Bella, I HEARD that!"

Laughing, she throws her arms around Slyvos and whispers "Thank you ..." into his ear, and leans in for a kiss, turning to offer Sheogorath a sad smile. "Regrettably ... I must decline. This dance is already promised to another." Her tears stained Slyvos's cheeks, and gave her expression an ineffable happiness that seemed to light up the room.

Slyvos sighs, wrapping his arms around Loranna securely, as if preparing in case Sheogorath was going to try and snatch her from him suddenly. Wasn't going to happen, not if he had anything to say about it. "then I am glad to say, the last dance is mine."

Nalion

Mar 21 2006, 12:16 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 10:51 PM)

Nalion spinned the noblewoman around, as they moved over the dance floor, closing in on young Loranna and Sheogorath Two. Then he led his dance partner away from them again and towards a window.

This time, the window showed another battle scene, two smaller dragons flying over the fields of undead and living alike. A part of the combined troops of Sentinel, Firsthold and the Empire flocked closely towards their banners in the middle of a glowing shield upheld by a circle of dark-clad priests of Arkay, lashing out at the oncoming undead hordes, then retreating backwards again, desperately holding their position.
Amidst them, for the blink of an eye, a green crystal sword caught the light and reflected it.

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Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 12:31 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 21 2006, 12:16 AM)

Sheogorath Two looked to the people in the dance, and smiled to Loranna-Azura. “They’re beautiful. Their own realization transcends their dead and decaying flesh; shining through like a star …”

“The dreamer has rejected the dream, has she?” Sheogorath The First shook his head, looking a little petulant. “Love over madness. What is this world coming to? And who am I going to dance with now?”

Sheogorath One joined his twin, and tapped him on the shoulder. “Pardon me, may I borrow one of your partners?”

“Well, of course, dear Dog, I didn’t mean to be selfish,” Sheogorath Two laughed. “Which one would you like?”

“Oh, the barmaid,” Sheogorath One said, looking to Loranna-Azura. “If she’ll give me the honor.”

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 12:46 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 20 2006, 11:31 PM)

Loranna was about to turn and ask Slyvos to lead, but she pauses, looking back to the two Sheogoraths and her younger self. " ... Dear, don't ..."

Loranna-Azura, however, wasn't listening. Her face shining with happiness and resoultion, she holds her hand out to Sheogorath One, saying "As my Lady does, so shall I, my Lord ..."

As her hand closes around Sheogorath One's, there is a brief sensation of tearing, and as the younger Loranna is pulled away from Sheogorath Two, the second Prince of Madness is left holding hands with a shadowy, flickering moonbeam, the rim of a hole without the hole itself, a beauty unbearable to look at not for its perfection but because it's always in between the moments your eyes can focus on, always ending what you were last seeing and ushering in something new ...

HERE HERE HERE I AM COME HERE HERE NOW YES I AM FREE HERE HERE HERE AZURA IS COME!!!

Loranna grips Slyvos intensely, her face a mask of fear.

Dagoth Lich

Mar 21 2006, 12:49 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 11:46 PM)

Slyvos wraps his arms tight around the older Loranna, his wife, looking at the freed Azura harshly with hate. Wretched daedroth. He put his head to his wife's blonde hair, smelling it as he clutched her protectively. "she can't do anything to us, it's your dream after all..." he reminds her.

Nalion

Mar 21 2006, 12:57 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 20 2006, 11:46 PM)

HERE HERE HERE I AM COME HERE HERE NOW YES I AM FREE HERE HERE HERE AZURA IS COME!!!

Nalion let go of his dance partner and stepped towards Azura, determined, conscious of himself, eyes gazing straight at her, fearless...

"Silence!" Nalion shouted at Azura, pointing his staff he suddenly held again in his hands at her. "Rude spirit, come not into this place! We forbid it, we repell you! In the name of the Nine, in the name of the Lord Tiber Septim, in the name of Alessia the Queen of slaves, we defy you, and if you come here you will be cast down as you were before!"

These very words had echoed through a hall before, a hall of stone, of lava, and the hall of a pillar, spoken by General Light, Allerleirauh, into the face of the Daedric Prince herself, at Hogithum about one and a half years ago...

Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 01:14 AM

The waltz of the Mad Gods and their partners, Dawn and Dusk and the Barmaid, was a whirl, passion unbridled. Smoke swirled up from the orchestra as the musicians struck their instrument with inspiration that had passed into insanity.

Mad Dusk, Mad Dawn,
Conclusions are foregone
Mad Dawn, Mad Dusk,
Haunted hollow as a husk
Heroes, lovers, friends,
Thus dies the dream, the dance, the ball
Deathly spirits in this dream-tossed hall
Shall shatter as it ends

Both Sheogoraths were now whistling, lightning-lit storms, crashing together around the flickering image of Azura, and the young Loranna, whose eyes were closed, head tossed back in ecstacy.

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 21 2006, 12:57 AM)

At Nalion’s words, the ceiling above the manor ripped off, flying into the heavens above.

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 01:29 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Mar 20 2006, 11:49 PM)

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 21 2006, 12:14 AM)

The waltz of the Mad Gods and their partners, Dawn and Dusk and the Barmaid, was a whirl, passion unbridled. Smoke swirled up from the orchestra as the musicians struck their instrument with inspiration that had passed into insanity.

Mad Dusk, Mad Dawn,
Conclusions are foregone
Mad Dawn, Mad Dusk,
Haunted hollow as a husk
Heroes, lovers, friends,
Thus ends the dream, the dance, the ball
Deathly spirits in this dream-tossed hall
Shall shatter as it ends

Both Sheogoraths were now whistling, lightning-lit storms, crashing together around the flickering image of Azura, and the young Loranna, whose eyes were closed, head tossed back in ecstacy.
At Nalion’s words, the ceiling above the manor ripped off, flying into the heavens above.

The older Loranna shudders, recognizing the giantess from her dreams, unfiltered through her own fears and madness - the force that, even shattered, drove her mad the instant she let it into herself years ago. Seeing her younger self crying out wordlessly in utter pleasure drove a stake through Loranna's heart.

She could see Gram raising his shield, as if to try something, and she tried to scream to him not to do it, this time it wouldn't help, this wasn't her dream anymore, this was ...

"Ah, yes, the gift I gave to all that was never used," Sheogorath One shook his head ...

That's it; I still have my gift, Loranna yelled in a wordless voice, staring into the storms, staring through the holeless rim. The way to break out of this dance ... is to

"DANCE SIDEWAYS, EVERYONE!!!" Loranna yells, leaping into the middle of the dance floor, pulling Slyvos with her. "FOLLOW MY LEAD!"

Even over the maddened orchestra and the howling of the storms, even over the thousand voices of Twilight each caught changing from one octave to the next, the bells on Loranna's heels could be heard. They rang in everyone's ears, recalling moments of laughter, of wonder, of staring upwards to a mountain's summit and of floating lazily in a pond, letting the sun beat down on you, of singing and playing and dancing and Turning Just So ...

Dagoth Lich

Mar 21 2006, 01:38 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 21 2006, 12:29 AM)

For a brief second, the younger Loranna was looking at Slyvos, and somehow he felt the holeless rim-moonbeam shadow that danced with madness was looking at him too. And even more strangely, they shared the same smile, a smile that inspired the realization in him that she was ready to take his hatred, for in giving it he was still offering her his heart's strongest feelings ...
The older Loranna shudders, recognizing the giantess from her dreams, unfiltered through her own fears and madness - the force that, even shattered, drove her mad the instant she let it into herself years ago. Seeing her younger self crying out wordlessly in utter pleasure drove a stake through Loranna's heart.

She could see Gram raising his shield, as if to try something, and she tried to scream to him not to do it, this time it wouldn't help, this wasn't her dream anymore, this was ...

"Ah, yes, the gift I gave to all that was never used," Sheogorath One shook his head ...

That's it; I still have my gift, Loranna yelled in a wordless voice, staring into the storms, staring through the holeless rim. The way to break out of this dance ... is to

"DANCE SIDEWAYS, EVERYONE!!!" Loranna yells, leaping into the middle of the dance floor, pulling Slyvos with her. "FOLLOW MY LEAD!"

Even over the maddened orchestra and the howling of the storms, even over the thousand voices of Twilight each caught changing from one octave to the next, the bells on Loranna's heels could be heard. They rang in everyone's ears, recalling moments of laughter, of wonder, of staring upwards to a mountain's summit and of floating lazily in a pond, letting the sun beat down on you, of singing and playing and dancing and Turning Just So ...

Slyvos looked... disturbed, when the realization set in. The hate just festered from the thought of it, making him for a moment not care if all the Mundus fell into ruin with the destruction of that daedroth. Then he realized... she wasn't even worth him hateing. She was just that low, that undeserving. worthless being. he thought to himself, no longer going to give the daedra prince that pleasure of a strong emotion. Of course, by doing this, that was just an act of hate; the emotion that keeps on giving.

With Loranna practically dragging him onto the dance floor, he blinked, before he put on an emotionless demeanor, falling into step with his wife and doing as she says.

Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 01:38 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 21 2006, 01:29 AM)

"Ah, yes, the gift I gave to all that was never used," Sheogorath One shook his head ...

That's it; I still have my gift, Loranna yelled in a wordless voice, staring into the storms, staring through the holeless rim. The way to break out of this dance ... is to

"DANCE SIDEWAYS, EVERYONE!!!" Loranna yells, leaping into the middle of the dance floor, pulling Slyvos with her. "FOLLOW MY LEAD!"

Even over the maddened orchestra and the howling of the storms, even over the thousand voices of Twilight each caught changing from one octave to the next, the bells on Loranna's heels could be heard. They rang in everyone's ears, recalling moments of laughter, of wonder, of staring upwards to a mountain's summit and of floating lazily in a pond, letting the sun beat down on you, of singing and playing and dancing and Turning Just So ...

The gift Sheogorath gave to one and all at the ball at Lord Darius's so long ago, which none had used, was the spark of madness which would yield one second of genius, one moment of highest inspiration. As the Older Loranna claimed the gift at last, all who danced sideways could hear the laughter of the Mad God.

It was directed at no one save himself.

The lightning in the storm engulfing Younger Loranna and Azura had intensified so it was almost burning, too white to look at for long.

"Goodbye, guests. I will dance with each and every one of you all in good time ..."

Younger Loranna cried out in joy, as she and Azura rose up beyond the manor and into the storm. The clouds parted, showing Oblivion beyond.

There was a tremendous clap of thunder and darkness fell.

Nalion

Mar 21 2006, 01:39 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 21 2006, 12:29 AM)

Nalion looked up at the sky, then to the older Loranna, mouth open, then realization dawned. He twisted his staff to the side in a strange angle, then set it down on a nearby table. Taking the hands of the once more shocked noblewoman, he smiled at her.
"Please grant me another dance.", he said, then took her hand firmly, gliding over the dance floor, twisting and turning sideways, defying straight lines, bowing and twirling around.
Then, at a sudden stop, Nalion looked straight at young Loranna/Azura, twisted his head to one side and grinned at her, before returning to a dazzling sequence of steps.

Then, Azura was gone, and Nalion bowed and clapped.

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 01:53 AM

She could still see her younger self in the grip of the storm and the flickering moonshadow.

She could hear her younger self's parting thought to her, the tone gentle and content: Now, we both have what we wanted. Fare thee well, sister-traitor-teacher ...

And then, there was only darkness. And for the longest time she didn't realize, her eyes were closed, but when she did, she opened them ...

Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 02:07 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 21 2006, 01:53 AM)

Sentinel, Dawn

The first thing she felt was a sudden heaviness in her belly and on her hips, the now familiar feeling of the baby inside her. Her legs also ached, as if she had walked or danced too much on them. And then she heard the thunder in the distance and smelled rain.

Then she heard the voices, also familiar to her from the vision she saw in the dream, of the servant and the healer in the palace.

“It’s very important you not leave out any details,” the healer was saying, sounding concerned. “When you left, she was in bed … alone.”

“Yes, sir,” the servant’s voice, replied. “And now all these people showed up, all of ‘em … dancing! Without no clothes on!”

“So I see … Quite a conundrum. I would cast a drain fatigue spell on them to get them to stop, but it seems they’re asleep, so I don’t see how that would help …”

Loranna's eyes opened, and light filled them, forcing her to blink for a few seconds while she focused, and instantly silencing the healer and servant who stood there, staring.

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 02:15 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 21 2006, 01:07 AM)

Loranna sits up and groans, muttering "Okay, okay, enough dancing for now ..."

When she sees her friends all dancing around her naked, she frowns. "Healer, if I may, either find some clothes for these souls or else get us all to the nearest House of Dibella ..."

Then, she grins, giggling with just a touch of madness in her voice, but mostly joy. After a moment of giggling though, she was suddenly all business. "What word from the Dragontail Mountains?" she demands as she sits up.

Nalion

Mar 21 2006, 02:15 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 21 2006, 01:07 AM)

Nalion's clapping stopped abruptly as he realized where he was. And what he did not wear. Then, aside from the fact that he began blushing like a maiden, he noticed the single noblewoman standing beside him, covering her bareness with her hands.
"What...", Nalion gasped, then looked at the noblewoman again. "This is... should not..."
Instinctively, Nalion took a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around the speechless girl., then looked for something to wear that would fit him as well...

Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 02:29 AM

Sentinel

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 21 2006, 02:15 AM)

The servant ran off to fetch clothes, while the healer stayed behind. In Loranna's earlier vision, he had wild hair, a waistcoat, and the other accouterments of Sheogorath, and while now his hair was a bit of a mess, it was clear he was just a simple Redguard healer, no symbol of Sheogorath as she had seen.

"First things first, your Grace," he frowned. "Sit down. Let me examine you, all of you, and make certain nothing's wrong."

As he began his examination, he said. "We are awaiting word from the war in the mountains still, your Grace."

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 02:34 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 21 2006, 01:29 AM)

Sentinel
The servant ran off to fetch clothes, while the healer stayed behind. In Loranna's earlier vision, he had wild hair, a waistcoat, and the other accouterments of Sheogorath, and while now his hair was a bit of a mess, it was clear he was just a simple Redguard healer, no symbol of Sheogorath as she had seen.

"First things first, your Grace," he frowned. "Sit down. Let me examine you, all of you, and make certain nothing's wrong."

As he began his examination, he said. "We are awaiting word from the war in the mountains still, your Grace."

Loranna finds that sitting is agreeable, given the ache in her legs; she could dull the pain with magic but allowed herself to be examined first.

Dayla comes to and, when no one is looking, casts a regenration spell on herself and Anya, her expression tight-lipped from the rays of the dawn.

Gram, meanwhile, is staring intently at a crack in a wall - up close, and he doesn't turn around until someone brings him a robe. "That was ... not how I envisioned things turning out ..."

Xyber02

Mar 21 2006, 02:37 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 21 2006, 12:34 AM)

Anya stood, waiting. Her modesty was forcibly removed not so long ago by Dayla, so any stares her body elicited didn't bother her. What did make her cringe was the light that was beginning to pour through the window, causing her to bare her teeth slightly. As much as a regeneration spell healed her, it didn't really dull the pain.

She glanced around, wondering how they made it here, this time.

Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 02:38 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 21 2006, 02:34 AM)

"Can you tell me what you remember, and who these people are and where they came from?" the healer asked, as the servant gave everyone something to wrap themselves up in. "Everyone at court has been concerned for you."

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 02:58 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 21 2006, 01:38 AM)

Tentatively, Loranna got up on her sore legs, gingerly testing them. Her bedsheet stolen by Nalion, she stands naked for a moment, her arms wrapped around her belly.

I'm back, my child; did you miss me? she thinks, smiling a bit as she walked toward the window, pulling her robe on as she carefully peered through the curtains ...

... It was dawn, and it was raining - no thunder that she could see or hear, just rain. The doG had passed on, having finally gotten someone to make a spectacular use of the gift he had given them - which just may have been the idea from the very start, though right now Loranna doesn't feel up to figuring out Sheogorath's motives.

A few rays of the dawn's light touch Loranna's face, and though it was shaping up to be a nice day despite the rain, Loranna couldn't help but shiver a bit. She briefly remembers the last moment of the dream, the final words of her younger self, and recalls that Azura hadn't sounded angered or upset that they had gotten away. It suggested ...

Loranna shakes her head. Who cared? Her friends were back, and alive, and with any luck Mannimarco's forces were getting their tails kicked right now. She was going to be a mother in a couple of months and her husband was still with her. Who cared what plans the Daedra were setting up - she and her friends had won, and come through alive, and that was all that mattered.

She smiles up at the dawn, and replies "These are the heroes who braved the perils of Scourg Barrow that our armies might be able to break Mannimarco's lines. After much travail and danger, they are returned safely to us; let us rejoice that they all made it back."

She could answer the question of what she remembered later, when she felt up for figuring out how much of what she and her friends had gone through could even be put into words.

===

===

Though there was still fighting going on, as far as the heroes of Ald Raathim were concerned, the War of the Wormgod was over. All that remains .... is the Epilogue.

With both sadness and joy, I do pronounce the word:

FINIS

Loranna

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Mar 21 2006, 03:12 AM

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