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Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 03:09 AM

At long last, a reflections thread! It's been a long time

There are still in character things to be done; we have three years to cover to align ourselves with the upcoming Oblivion game, so in character wrapups are encouraged in this thread. However, this is also the place for out of character comments; it's time for the players to take their bows, and to make their speeches.

For myself ... I could write a novel here and I'd still feel I didn't say enough. To everyone who has played, to everyone who has helped run the game, to everyone who designed and tested and created the world of Tamriel to begin with - thanks, you all are the best. And about twelve other exclamations I can't make because of the auto-censor

You all ROCK!!!! (gives a round of thunderous applause)

Let the actors come forth! Let them take off their masks and take their bows! Let's here it for each and every one of them! WHOOOOO-HOOO!!!

Loranna

Sheogorath

Mar 21 2006, 03:28 AM

Summary

Goranthir, Prince of Firsthold, is with the rest of the group in Loranna's room at the Palace of Sentinel, having survived the afterlife/dreamworld.

Red-Rock-Shadow is battling in the Dragontail Mountains.

Morgiah and King Reman are in Sentinel, soon to be reunited with their son.

Barenziah is there too, quite a family reunion!

Helseth is in Mournhold, no doubt plotting. His wife, Queen Dinara is there as well, helping him, and still no doubt worried about her brother Dres Obael, still captured in Bodrom Mora.

Elysana is in Wayrest, doing the same.

Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin, and mother is in Ald Raathim, anxiously awaiting word from her husband and brother-in-law, Isidor and Ingmar.

Glacia Rysleire is also in Ald Raathim, running Loranna's diplomatic affairs, and also anxiously awaiting word from her and Reeds.

Alas and Alack, Loranna's Spymasters and "priests" of Zenithar, are also in Ald Raathim, no doubt compiling information, and probably aware of the result of the battles in the Dragontail Mountains before anyone else.

Kallen, Razbiah, Thianas, and Casts-The-Bones are up to their usual duties in Castle Daruhn.

Kingston Mune is stalking the night and day in Skyrim.

Sheogorath is in Oblivion, but you will no doubt see him soon in The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.

OOC:

How appropriate that the Daedra of the Dawn and Dusk appeared at the end of the RP before we take a hiatus.

I agree with Loranna. It has been a great long RPing experience with all of you, full of challenges and fun. A long time ago, Loranna approached me about playing Sheogorath again after the Trial Of Vivec for the Hogithum Ball. Since then, we have been all over the place, as anyone who followed the last RP would have seen.

Where the RP goes after this Epilogue and the hiatus that follows while we play Oblivion is anyone's guess, but I add my own clapping to the applause. This has been epic in every sense.

One87xe

Mar 21 2006, 03:36 AM

<ooc> I must say I'm confused as hell...but ok<ooc>

*Summary*

Ora and Osa are with the Vanguard Group apparently in Loranna's Room...what the hell happened they dont know

Ramakawan

Well things dont seem to be getting any better around here...at least Ota's thankful that pesky scamp of a Dragon didnt barbeque her...stay tuned for updates

<ooc> Well alrighty I must admit it was fun to get back in the swing of things...and I'll patientily wait for what happens next...kudos to one and all<ooc>

Shardie

Mar 21 2006, 03:37 AM

and this time, in the right thread!

Morrowind, Several Days after the End of the RP

With a massive force, the combined armies of Indoril Faryons reactionary cousin, Indoril Rayis and the old and conservitive Neldam Othren's armies launched an Attack against Verannis Hall. Expecting it to be practicly undefended, the reactionary forces expected a walkover. However, awaiting them was the Dreaded Altmeri Army.

After a fierce battle, the Indoril army was split down the middle. with Rayis' vanguard seperated from Othrens main army, the young general ordered his troops to fight to the death, with a passionate speach. Although the young General was slain in the heat of battle, he took with him many Altmeri troops to Oblivion, as Othren retreated to Omayni, the battered Altmeri army persued.

Neldam Othren, and what remained of his army put in a hasty defence of the town, but the still battered walls soon fell to the Altmeri forces, Othren captured, he was informed by the gloating Altmeri General of the deciet that had been done on them. Neldam fully suspects Faryon as the culprit

Meanwhile, with no forces between Omayni and the Septim Gate pass, the Altmeri army marched towards the Bodrum Junction, where Faryon and his army awaited...

(to be continued tomorrow)

now the OOC part

its been wonderful RPing with you guys for the past year and a half, and I feel its only ironic that the main RP ends on this day. But I still have a few loose ends to tie up, and I will do so in the Epalouge thread

syronj

Mar 21 2006, 09:26 AM

Summary: Shaka, a Redguard battlemage once Argonian, is with the vanguard around Loranna.

It was starting to sink in for him that they would live after all. But Shaka couldn't help wondering if the group's armor and weapons were lost forever. Would they risk returning to Scourg Barrow and the necropolis of Lasthold to search for them?

For now, Shaka thought ahead to what would happen to Loranna's people. The war between the Royalists and the Alliance would continue, the truce to fight Mannimarco a temporary one. Ald Raathim still needed to rebuild, and to keep its precarious trade links to the outside world.

As he looked at his friends and loved ones, Shaka felt one emotion above all: gratitude.

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Much later that day, Shaka slept, and dreamed.

A beautiful Chimer female stood with a hand on the neck of a dragon. Somehow Shaka knew that his cuirass had been made from this same one.

"I've never spoken to you before now," the Chimer said, "But it's time for me to travel on. I must have liked you more than most of my owners; I stayed longer."

"Bitter Mercy," said Shaka with wonder. "Where will you go?"

"Anywhere, even away from Tamriel perhaps. Not for a generation, probably, will someone find me again. Woman, man, mer, Betmer, orc."

"But whoever wields me, you will live in my memory, Shaka. Take care of yourself."

Both the sleeping Ra'Gada and his dreaming self whispered, "Goodbye. . . . dancer." Shaka woke and wiped his eyes.

Nalion

Mar 21 2006, 09:27 AM

Summary

Nalion
"There I was, not quite alone, but still naked."
This or something similar must have shot through Nalion's head after they had been brought back into the real and living world.
In the surreal world of Loranna's dream, they had - once more - encountered Azura, and once more, they had prevailed. Conveniently, Mannimarco, who also had an - albeit brief - appearance in this dream, could be defied in and turned away.
After the dream shattered, Nalion found himself back in Sentinel, with the noblewoman with whom he had danced the last dance.

Nalion is currently being clad in more proper clothing and asked about the occurences of the last days and in turn he receives words from the companions who still fight against the undead.

Dana and Gistral

The two Redguards, Dana and Gistral, are still fighting with their respective armies against an overwhelming horde of Mannimarco's undead creatures. Dana had witnessed the death of Harg and Samson, two friends she had made during the battle, and while fighting on, she is grieving as well. Gistral had taken command of a few catapults and is intent on reducing undead to a slimy pool of dead flesh with boiling tar from the war machines.

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OOC:
"Surreal" is very probably the most fitting word that I can think of to describe the last episode in this chapter of the RP. It's been great fun playing with you all. Kudos to those who participated and those who led us through all this mess!

Nalion will withdraw from the scripture of this RP for a while, as his player will embrace the Dusk of Morrowind and the burning Dawn of Oblivion, but not without lifting his fist to the heavens and saying "We beat ya again, Azura! When will you ever learn!".

I have no doubts though that, eventually, the Arena's call will draw him back some time in the near future and then, we'll let the wheel spin wildly again!

Arynel

Mar 21 2006, 09:46 AM

OOC:

The younger Arynel is with the rest of the group, quite confused about the whole thing and trying to regain his bearings. He’s likely going to find a place to retire to for a while, but if I know anything about people involved with Loranna, trouble seems to find them sooner or later.

The older Arynel is traveling where only a few could follow. To borrow from a Buddhist phrase he has “blown out” of illusion of this world, for a time at least. He may return when he feels.

**

Many thanks to all who have added to this RP, it was a twisted carousel the whole way through. From the very beginning up until the very end this has been a very special thing for me. This to everyone who made it happen:

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

Xanathar

Mar 21 2006, 09:58 AM

The long journey is finally ended. Too bad my time couldn't allow me to participate in this journey. If Loranna wishes to write a novel based on this long journey, I would say immediatelly that I will read it, and buy it if needed. You all are great!

A little note: I hope the wiki pages will be updated soon. On your permission, I would like to link it from TIL, especially from TIL TES Chars section.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 21 2006, 10:20 AM

Slashes-With-Claws, Hesek, was surprised to find himself in scales only. His argonian battle armor and dwarven claymore were gone, but they could be replaced. Amazingly his scale inlays, the Hist tree and Wamasus, were still on his hands.

He put on some clothes. His mind thought of Chalovk out in the battle, he wanted to join the fight, but with no weapons or armor he would be no use. He would just have to hope Chalovk survived.

He remembered the past again. How he and Chalovk were going to be life mates. He was enslaved and never saw her again. When he had escaped and returned to Argonia, she was gone, she had not waited for him. He was always upset by that thought: the one who would be his mate, had not waited.

OOC: This has been fun, but there is still more to do.

Mar 21 2006, 10:21 AM

I agree with Xan. The RP has been wonderful! I wish I could've participated a whole lot more.

I wish to thank all the wonderful people who posted in the many threads. It has been a great read!

And I've said it before: the wiki site was a great idea!

Celebrinel

Mar 21 2006, 03:57 PM

I'd like to take this opportunity to give you all a standing ovation. Thank you for the fantastic story you've told! I know I haven't seen but a fragment of it - still it has intrigued me. It's been fun to read, exciting and sometimes quite confusing (to say the least!), but highly enjoyable! Loved it!

Stargazey

Mar 21 2006, 04:22 PM

ooc - This was an amazing ride, and thank you to everyone for playing.

Isidor, male nord, is with the rest of the Vanguard, still wondering what happened.

Ingmar, the same.

Tsei, female argonian, is reconsidering her feelings about a number of issues.

stargate525

Mar 21 2006, 05:03 PM

Ald Raathim, Barracks, Post Setinel
Valerius returned to the barracks, surprised with a cheer from his men as he walked into the parade grounds. As he was pulled away for a welcoming feast, he though to himself, This might not be such a bad place to settle down...

Ald Raathim, Reeds' Bookstore, as soon as he can get over there
Reeds walked up the steps to the bookstore, its 'open' sign proudly displayed in the window. He shook his head, unused to the sign being that direction with him on the outside. He entered the store, calling Glacia's name.

OOC: Woo! Fun ride, even though I hopped on board a bit late. Had lots of fun with all of you, and can't wait to see you all again in a couple of weeks! However, for me it is off to lose myself in the fires of Oblivion. And, since Arynel stole the lines I was GOING to use, until next time;

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

*joins in the applause*

niceguy5

Mar 21 2006, 05:12 PM

QUOTE(B @ Mar 21 2006, 09:21 AM)

I agree with Xan. The RP has been wonderful! I wish I could've participated a whole lot more.

Same. Loranna's RPs have been a great experience, I only wished I had more time to do it.

Summary

Mr. Winston - No news of the old, feeble commander; some say he deserted his men during the war. No one exactly knows.

Dane - Not even a hint of his location, he went AWOL during the war.

Jyggalag

Mar 21 2006, 06:42 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 21 2006, 03:28 AM)

I agree with Loranna. It has been a great long RPing experience with all of you, full of challenges and fun. A long time ago, Loranna approached me about playing Sheogorath again after the Trial Of Vivec for the Hogithum Ball. Since then, we have been all over the place, as anyone who followed the last RP would have seen.

You do mean the Hearthfire Ball?

Mossaike

Mar 21 2006, 06:46 PM

ooc- Although I joined in to late, it has been great reading and wondering what would happen next and hopefully I will be able to get back into the RP when the Oblivion part has started. Otherwise great job guys!

Milthis Mossaike: Milthis spends his days around Ald Raathim.

Nalion

Mar 21 2006, 07:31 PM

QUOTE(Xanathar @ Mar 21 2006, 08:58 AM)

Ah, I'm afraid my little post at the storyboard has gone unnoticed then. Xan, please feel free to link to the Wiki, we'll still be working on it and gradually post more and more character information and update the summaries as it is needed, but I think now it is as close to a "go-live" than it can get.

Aki

Mar 21 2006, 07:42 PM

Summary

Reichi Sari was surprised to have appeared with none of this items in Sentinel, though glad to have survived. He fully intends to return however, though his weaponry or armor, or Hircine's Ring may be not be all that neccesary to regain, his own ring has a far more urgency to be reclaimed. Being the one thing that prevents him from transforming each night. Which can be pretty inconvient, even if you can control yourself.

Reichi wondered though, if he would find his and the others bodies where they had all died, and if the equipment would be recoverable. Damned if he wasn't going to try, lest it all be lying around so that Tiger-Dragon could eat it, or some soldier loot it when the army finally swept into Scourg Barrow...

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OOC:

It has indeed been quite a wild ride, and a very, very fun one.

I intend on upgrading my comp soon (got all the stuff, just need to put it in) then seeing if I can't battle my way through hordes of evil foes known as 'shoppers' from a copy of Oblivion.

It'll be interesting to see how this RP will change after Oblivion.

Tratarax

Mar 21 2006, 09:02 PM

well... It's been great, I know most of you don't remember me. I tried to get into the RP, but I never had time... stupid school. It was nice though when I tried.

dentris

Mar 21 2006, 09:10 PM

Summary:

P'Rassha is with the others, wondering what trully happened, but his head is filled with new stories and adventures that will be passed down to the next generation. No matter what, a good story always needs heroes, but a story to remember always need a storyteller.

OOC:

Thanks to everyone who read us and to those that allowed that big, inconvenient khajiit to join to fun, seeya around after we all beated Oblivion.

Tricrux

Mar 21 2006, 09:33 PM

In reality, I've not been able to invest full time into this RP...ever. Probably my greatest time was back at the Dawn...hey, that was March 21 last year! Whoo! Happy Dawn! Happy Hogithum!

The Moonguard aristocracy is reeling from its deals with the vampires. Nobody really expects the Lord to live much longer...

And in Ald Raathim, young Diamond looks forward to three years of painting, bartending, and trying to learn something else that makes her useful.

You all are great.

Xanathar

Mar 21 2006, 10:19 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 22 2006, 06:31 AM)

Doh.. I should start wearing glass soon. Thanks.

Loranna

Mar 21 2006, 10:31 PM

In Character post - Immediate Aftermath

In Sentinel, Loranna quickly took stock of the situation once she had been pronounced as healthy by the healer. Her friends were completely lacking in their gear, not an immediately threatening problem but a distressing one nonetheless, one which would have to be addressed as soon as possible. Her friends also now numbered two more than she would have exprected - the young Arynel and the noblewoman Nalion danced with, both from her dream. What their presence in the waking world meant would doubtless vex Loranna for many hours to come - but right now, the immediate concern was to get everyone clothed and fed, and make sure no one was somehow afflicted from their ordeal.

An hour or two later, over a hearty breakfast of bread, mulo, and exotic fruits, word reached the company regarding the battlefront. The war waged on, but things were looking up for the forces of Tamriel; rumor had it that at least one of the dragons fell at the rise of the dawn, and the zombies and skeletons were being pushed back. Other, more confused reports stated something about robed summoners coming from the west and unleashing hordes of Daedra upon the undead scourge, or of a strange, hooded figure who struck silently and cut down the lich knights that led the armies of the dead.

Sivartus

Mar 22 2006, 03:31 AM

OOC ---

Well, I have had fun with this, even in the limited time I was here. I hope everyone enjoyed my contributions, and I certainly enjoyed everyone elses. Thanks to Loranna, Ted, and all the others that run the RP. Also thanks to everyone who has been playing it.

I will try and be here for the next RP, once Oblivion starts, but I cannot make any promises unfortunately. My schedule could change dramatically due to moving. We will just have to see, and I hope I can be here.

S'reddit

Mar 22 2006, 04:16 AM

Sentinel

Goranthir stayed with the group during breakfast, smiling and talking over their experiences, but it was obvious something was weighing on his mind. At last, he excused himself.

"My parents and grandmother are here," he said. "I should go and talk to them on my own."

The white-haired, white-skinned Prince of Firsthold went to talk to Reman, Morgiah, and Barenziah. There was much for them to say to one another. The last time he had seen Morgiah and Reman, his mother had rejected him, dismissing the notion that she had damned his soul by her contract with Mannimarco. And the last time he had spoken with his grandmother, she and his uncle Helseth had encouraged him to go undercover in Vvardenfell, which had ultimately led to the rise of Geht.

If the family was to survive, there was much to discuss and to forgive.

S'reddit

Mar 22 2006, 04:23 AM

Ald Raathim, Reeds' Bookstore, as soon as he can get over there

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 21 2006, 02:03 PM)

Reeds walked up the steps to the bookstore, its 'open' sign proudly displayed in the window. He shook his head, unused to the sign being that direction with him on the outside. He entered the store, calling Glacia's name.

Glacia was found in the back, helping a customer whose copy of Book 3 of Waughin Jarth's "The Argonian Account" had been badly printed, so a few pages were completely blank. She had soothed his anger, and they were chuckling over a passage when Reeds stepped in.

The Altmer ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. "You're back! Thank Auriel!"

S'reddit

Mar 22 2006, 05:23 AM

Meanwhile …

Mount Ewado

The forces from the east, led by the army that had been stationed in the jungles of Ramakawan had made great progress, defeating the armies of the dead who had flung themselves at them. Even the liches and ancient vampires who had joined Mannimarco’s crusade had fallen, though the three-hundred-foot undead dragon had taken a considerable toll on the troops before, once again, fleeing.

Now under the command of Digitus Eros and the factional commanders they found themselves far from the hot and sultry jungles and valleys where the war had begun, facing the enemy on the frozen mountain peaks of the eastern Dragontail Mountains. The vanguards had plodded through the still-dead but death-aura-lifted terrain to report back on the next threat that the army faced. Mannimarco had evidently experimented on a tribe of trolls, and their massive skeletal frames had now joined the army. Looking across the peak, there was much more battle to come.

Red-Rock-Shadow was among the troops, and she launched herself into the air to survey the army that was approaching. Her leathery wings aloft, she could see that not far beyond them was the plateau of Scourg Barrow, where her companions had fallen. It gave her the energy of anger and grief, and she returned to her company, to meet the foe.

Ngonta Valley

By contrast, the forces that come from Kalaan had suffered several set-backs. They had begun well by Leretha Warhaft’s command, closing off Mannimarco’s army’s northbound seaward push, taking the bluffs and pushing them into the valleys of the mountains.

They had pushed the advantage of their height, raining spells and arrows down on the undead from above, until they had discovered, quite suddenly, that they too could be attacked from on high. The swarm of undead dragonlings had attacked with all the cunning and surprise of an intelligently commanded platoon. Warhaft had barely had a moment to respond before she was cut down, dying in Vaan’s arms.

Without a central authority, the factional army had fled down into the valleys, leaving their own commanders to chase after them. Before they had reorganized themselves, they found themselves in a valley so narrow, it was not even marked as such on any map.

When the mysterious cloaked figure had arrived, she or he had not come too soon. Another hour trapped in the frissure between the mountains would have annihiliated the eastern forces altogether, leaving nothing in between the path of the army of Worms on their march to Sentinel and beyond. The powerful but unknown character had with a wave of its hand destroyed the lich lords and then cracked open the valley like a girl peeling back an orange, allowing the army to retreat and regroup.

Now commanded by an alliance of factional officers, the army circled around to meet the undead forces in the Ngonta Valley, where Rourken Dwemeri ruins dotted the cliffsides and the undead dragonlings still flew overhead, acting as scouts to the Worm army that was approaching fast …

syronj

Mar 22 2006, 09:20 AM

Sentinel, the Palace

At the end of breakfast, Shaka spoke to the group while everyone was still seated. "If we can borrow some armor and weapons, maybe we should help the western army nearest Sentinel. If we can defeat the undead hordes, who probably no longer have Mannimarco calling the shots, we can return to Lasthold and retrieve your equipment."

"I can't explain it well, but I think my artifacts have been taken back by the gods. It's fitting to the end of an era. . . . But I'll help the rest of you if you decide on this."

Mar 22 2006, 09:38 AM

Due to the influx of initiates over the last couple of years, the Psijic known as B has headed back to Artaeum to resume his teaching. The students were making progress, but a lot still needed to be taught. In the past, B had taught classes in literature and alchemy. When he returned, it would be no different.

One87xe

Mar 22 2006, 03:39 PM

*Summary*

Sentinel

Ora and Osa are enjoying the supplied breakfast and pondering the question of retrieving their gear...no doubt Ral will kill Ora if she doesn't get that Sword back

Dragontail Mountains, Mount Ewado

The now factional group led by Ota is now engaging a new form of enemy, namely a horde of Undead Trolls...though her forces had some impressive defensive wins and despite being under seige for so long, the resupplied Forces fight bravely through Undead ranks...and even though Digitus Eros seemingly raised from the dead, causing a great war-cry among the Frontal Ranks, many among Ota's group didnt trust him...maybe it was because they were forgotten, maybe it was because they were pretty much marched to their doom by their own leaders, in either case it was clear the Group were ignoring Eros' return...concentrating only at the task at hand, and leaving no doubt in Ota's mind that they considered her their true leader...nevertheless there was still much to do

FireMaster

Mar 22 2006, 04:07 PM

Summary
Erenius also is finishing his meal, wonderring if taking a chance and finding his gear would be advisable, considerring he could just as easily spend comparable coin to refit himself in a much grander fashion.

OoC:

Loved every moment of it, even though I did get lost several times, and despite my rather sporadic appearances since it began with the Hearthfire Ball some 17 months (really that long?) ago.

As for post-Oblivion, I do hope to join in, and this summer I MAY not have as great a problem as I had this past summer in trying to play due to the possibility that the place I'm going to in the summer (the Summer Program at St. Andrews in Scotland) seems to be giving laptops with ethernet cards to all who attend.

stargate525

Mar 22 2006, 05:00 PM

QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 22 2006, 02:23 AM)

Ald Raathim, Reeds' Bookstore, as soon as he can get over there
Glacia was found in the back, helping a customer whose copy of Book 3 of Waughin Jarth's "The Argonian Account" had been badly printed, so a few pages were completely blank. She had soothed his anger, and they were chuckling over a passage when Reeds stepped in.

The Altmer ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. "You're back! Thank Auriel!"

"Glad to see you too." Reeds said, returning the hug. "Anything happen while I was gone?"

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 06:24 PM

Reeds's Bookstore, Ald Raathim

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 22 2006, 05:00 PM)

"Glad to see you too." Reeds said, returning the hug. "Anything happen while I was gone?"

“Here in the bookstore? Great. We just got a new shipment from the Imperial City, hundreds of new books, and business is booming. I’ve had to close down the shop a couple times to do diplomatic work since that battle in Telvannis Hall …” Glacia shook her head, grinning. “But enough about all that, what’s happening in Sentinel? And in the Dragontail Mountains? I’m so happy you made it through I can’t believe it. I had this horrible nightmare that you had been killed ... but how’s everyone else?”

stargate525

Mar 22 2006, 06:31 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 04:24 PM)

Reeds's Bookstore, Ald Raathim
“Here in the bookstore? Great. We just got a new shipment from the Imperial City, hundreds of new books, and business is booming. I’ve had to close down the shop a couple times to do diplomatic work since that battle in Telvannis Hall …” Glacia shook her head, grinning. “But enough about all that, what’s happening in Sentinel? And in the Dragontail Mountains? I’m so happy you made it through I can’t believe it. I had this horrible nightmare that you had been killed ... but how’s everyone else?”

"Oh so they arrived?" Reeds said happily, "I preordered them, but the demand was so huge I didn't know if we would get them in on the first shipment..."

"Setinel's fine," Reeds replied, "at least as well as can be expected. And that probably wasn't just a dream, I did die... At least I think I did."

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 06:48 PM

Reeds's Bookstore, Ald Raathim

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 22 2006, 06:31 PM)

“You died?” Glacia’s eyes went wide, and her smile went away. “By Auriel, you have to tell me everything.”

The Altmer closed the shop and sat with Reeds, listening to the whole story.

“I can’t tell you how horrible my dream was,” she said at last. “I woke up crying. And now, it turns out it was true …”

stargate525

Mar 22 2006, 06:53 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 04:48 PM)

Reeds's Bookstore, Ald Raathim
“You died?” Glacia’s eyes went wide, and her smile went away. “By Auriel, you have to tell me everything.”

The Altmer closed the shop and sat with Reeds, listening to the whole story.

“I can’t tell you how horrible my dream was,” she said at last. “I woke up crying. And now, it turns out it was true …”

"If I'm going to tell you this, I want you to know I'm leaving some things out. There are things I've seen in the past few days... That nobody should have to see."

He proceeded to tell the whole story, leaving out most of the undead architecture, almost all descriptions of the creatures, and some of the more gruesome episodes of the adventure (completely omitting Gram's participation in architecture).

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 07:02 PM

Reeds's Bookshop, Ald Raathim

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 22 2006, 06:53 PM)

Glacia was a strong person, and did not normally need to have the truth filtered for her to preserve her delicate sensibilities.

Still, the tears rolled as she listened, and when he was finished, she kissed him, and said. "Thank you for coming back, like you promised."

stargate525

Mar 22 2006, 07:08 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 05:02 PM)

Reeds's Bookshop, Ald Raathim
Glacia was a strong person, and did not normally need to have the truth filtered for her to preserve her delicate sensibilities.

Still, the tears rolled as she listened, and when he was finished, she kissed him, and said. "Thank you for coming back, like you promised."

"The pleasure was mine." Reeds said, holding her, "But it seems I was right ,not even the daM doG himself stopped me, though that's not something I would be likely to try again."

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 07:21 PM

Reeds's Bookshop, Ald Raathim

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Mar 22 2006, 07:08 PM)

"The pleasure was mine." Reeds said, holding her, "But it seems I was right ,not even the daM doG himself stopped me, though that's not something I would be likely to try again."

"Thank Auriel," Glacia said, not letting him go for some to come.

stargate525

Mar 22 2006, 07:30 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 05:21 PM)

Reeds's Bookshop, Ald Raathim
"Thank Auriel," Glacia said, not letting him go for some to come.

Reeds didn't say anything, holding Glacia in his arms. For someone who was 'just a friend', she seemed to kiss him an awful lot.

Something Reeds didn't mind in the slightest.

Loranna

Mar 22 2006, 08:46 PM

QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 22 2006, 04:23 AM)

During the fighting, Red-Rock-Shadow will notice a cloaked, hooded figure suddenly dart out of nowhere, heading for one of the lich knights that commanded the zombies. The rank and file undead shied away from the hooded figure, suggesting a Turn Undead spell had been used.

The lich knight raised its hand but the hooded figure was faster, hurling an ebony spike right into the bony creature's skull. The spell the lich was about to cast fizzled, and in that brief second the hooded figure drew a shortsword and leapt past the lich knight, neatly cutting its head from its neck.

The figure was obviously under the effects of enchantments, for normal people do not move so fast nor strike so quickly through the air. The hooded one turns to look at Red-Rock-Shadow and gives a brief nod, before leaping away from a knot of zombies that was floundering their way toward her.

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 09:07 PM

Mount Ewado

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 22 2006, 08:46 PM)

The figure was obviously under the effects of enchantments, for normal people do not move so fast nor strike so quickly through the air. The hooded one turns to look at Red-Rock-Shadow and gives a brief nod, before leaping away from a knot of zombies that was floundering their way toward her.

Red-Rock-Shadow’s frost spell knocked the zombies off the peak, but her eyes went back to the cloaked figure. The Argonian hadn’t seen her with the army before, but clearly they were fighting on the same side.

From her vantage point in the air, she could see something the cloaked figure couldn’t: there were cracks developing along the side of the mountains she was fighting on. Red-Rock-Shadow flew quickly towards her, calling, “Watch out! You’re standing on a landslide!”

The winged Argonian would have a second to catch the cloaked figure before the slope collapsed. Red-Rock-Shadow hoped the figure’s enchanted agility was up for it.

Loranna

Mar 22 2006, 09:11 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 08:07 PM)

Mount Ewado
Red-Rock-Shadow’s frost spell knocked the zombies off the peak, but her eyes went back to the cloaked figure. The Argonian hadn’t seen her with the army before, but clearly they were fighting on the same side.

From her vantage point in the air, she could see something the cloaked figure couldn’t: there were cracks developing along the side of the mountains she was fighting on. Red-Rock-Shadow flew quickly towards her, calling, “Watch out! You’re standing on a landslide!”

The winged Argonian would have a second to catch the cloaked figure before the slope collapsed. Red-Rock-Shadow hoped the figure’s enchanted agility was up for it.

The cloaked figure glances downward, but her legs were already tensing; as the rock broke beneath her feet she bounded into the air, aided by a Jump enchantment. She leaves the ground just as the ground is crashing down.

Her aim was pretty good too; she would be easy for Red-Rock-Shadow to catch.

Argonians rule

Mar 22 2006, 09:15 PM

OOC: Well, looks like I was out for most of this rp, but I had a great time reading everyone else's exceptional work. You all did a reeally great job.

IC:

Ondave is currently travelling Tamriel in search of peace, justice, and monsters to kill.

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 09:23 PM

Mount Ewado

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 22 2006, 09:11 PM)

The Argonian snatched up the figure from the air as the mountain slope slid away, carrying with it several dozen moaning undead warriors thousands of feet to the valley floor. Red-Rock-Shadow dropped down on the peak behind some black, dead trees where the two of them could see Mannimarco’s army moving up towards the forces of Ramakawan.

“Nice fighting back there,” the Argonian battlemage whispered as they looked at the troops. “I’m Red-Rock-Shadow from the Mages Guild.”

Loranna

Mar 22 2006, 09:30 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 08:23 PM)

Mount Ewado
The Argonian snatched up the figure from the air as the mountain slope slid away, carrying with it several dozen moaning undead warriors thousands of feet to the valley floor. Red-Rock-Shadow dropped down on the peak behind some black, dead trees where the two of them could see Mannimarco’s army moving up towards the forces of Ramakawan.

“Nice fighting back there,” the Argonian battlemage whispered as they looked at the troops. “I’m Red-Rock-Shadow from the Mages Guild.”

The cloaked figure nods. "Blade," she answers, in a raspy, pained voice.

She points to Scourg Barrow. "Cut the head off, the body falls," she says.

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 09:43 PM

Mount Ewado

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 22 2006, 09:30 PM)

The cloaked figure nods. "Blade," she answers, in a raspy, pained voice.

She points to Scourg Barrow. "Cut the head off, the body falls," she says.

"I've been in there, just a couple days ago," Red-Rock-Shadow shuddered. "It's going to take the full force of the army to break Mannimarco in there."

Loranna

Mar 22 2006, 09:47 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 08:43 PM)

Mount Ewado
"I've been in there, just a couple days ago," Red-Rock-Shadow shuddered. "It's going to take the full force of the army to break Mannimarco in there."

Red-Rock-Shadow can hear Blade sigh quietly.

"Then," she rasps, "we pick off the liches. Cut the nerves if we can't reach the head. Without liches, this army is mindless, easy pickings."

Looking back down at the vast hordes of undead that remain, she amends " ... Mostly easy."

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 09:57 PM

Mount Ewado

QUOTE(Loranna @ Mar 22 2006, 09:47 PM)

Red-Rock-Shadow could not help but chuckle. "We pick off the liches. Not a lot of people consider battling liches to be the easy way, Blade, but I'm with you."

The two female warriors got their chance a moment later when a lich with a cloak and crown of fire flew at them, rising like a nightmare over the ridge.

Sheogorath

Mar 22 2006, 10:20 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 22 2006, 09:57 PM)

Mount Ewado
Red-Rock-Shadow could not help but chuckle. "We pick off the liches. Not a lot of people consider battling liches to be the easy way, Blade, but I'm with you."

The two female warriors got their chance a moment later when a lich with a cloak and crown of fire flew at them, rising like a nightmare over the ridge.

OOC -- The battles in the Dragontail Mountains are fair game for any and all. If you want your character to have a last hurrah before the RP goes on hiatus, drop in and start a sword-swinging.

I'm out of here for the night, but Loranna can run the battle or answer anyone's questions.

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Sheogorath

Mar 23 2006, 08:57 PM

The strategy attacked the “head” of the operations in Scourg Barrow was adopted by both the eastern and the western armies when they met. It was a harrowing battle, with heavy losses, but the lair of the Worm King was taken.

Exactly what became of Mannimarco, however, is a question of some controversy. Some of the soldiers claim he was slain in the battle, while others who were there deny that, saying a powerful lich lord, a commander of Mannimarco’s troops, was faced and defeated, but not the King of Worms himself. Regardless, he disappeared and was not heard from again for many years …

Red-Rock-Shadow found the spot in Lasthold where her companions had fallen, and took the equipment there that was still in good condition back to Sentinel, intending to have it buried. When she discovered that her allies had miraculously survived, she was overjoyed, and returned their equipment to them as the celebrations continued.

One Year Summary:

The first twelve months after the War of the Wormking saw many changes in Ald Raathim, for the better and for the worse. There was a short period of relative peace immediately following, due to a couple of factors. The most radical members of the Indoril/Redoran Alliance had been dealt a blow in Verannis Hall, and they turned their attention towards rebuilding themselves, not in any military incursions. Helseth likewise had concentrated his money and time towards improving the situation in his holdings. This unofficial truce allowed the Duchy of Ald Raathim the time to finish its rebuilding, doing away at last with the tent housing where many of its citizens had lived ever since the devastating attempted invasion.

It was not to last.

Within a few months, hostilities erupted on both sides. Molag Mar had long been a thorn in the Alliance’s hegemony of Vvardenfell, and the Indoril surrounded it and attempted to defeat the royalist forces within. So confident were they, that they were not suspicious of how easy victory was won. In truth, Helseth had suspected an attack for some time, and even brought some of the heroes of Ald Raathim to Molag Mar to plan a defense which could become an offensive maneuver. The royalists and heroes by trickery allowed the army to take the city, and then, once they were in occupation, Helseth’s forces detonated a series of traps, annihilating the army at the moment of their triumph. Caught off guard, the Alliance had no other army in the region, and the royalist forces took most of south-eastern Vvardenfell from Sadrith Mora to Suran before they had a chance to regroup.

Helseth launched an attack from Solsteim, using part of his own and the Altmeri fleet against the Redoran stronghold in Blacklight. His spies had correctly informed him that the Alliance had moved most of their forces further south. What he hadn’t known about, however, were the mercenary Nords Queen Elysana had hired who came in from the north. Not expecting such an attack, the royalist fleet barely escaped, and Helseth himself was captured.

The Nords with their valuable captive immediately began negotiating with their allies, the Redoran, about what they could be given in exchange for him. While this was occuring, the heroes of Ald Raathim, aided by Helseth’s mother Barenziah and his wife Dinara, made a daring raid on Blacklight, rescuing the King.

Thus the situation twelve months later: the King was free and possessed a sizeable piece of Vvardenfell. The Indoril/Redoran Alliance had a new powerful partner in the Nords … though trust was not shared, and, as the next year would reveal, for good reason …

stargate525

Mar 23 2006, 09:40 PM

Reeds, One Year Later:
Reeds and Glacia have just returned from a lovely weekend in Valenwood, one of a number of small trips around Tamriel. Buisness is booming for the Bookstore and, despite a few trips of a more adventerous nature, life for Reeds in Ald Raathim has been relatively quiet.

Valerius, One Year Later:
Lt. Valerius decided to remain in Ald Raathim following the War. His men are loyal, the fights were good, and disregarding the aura of potential death that hangs around a professional soldier, Everything seems to be going well with Valerius as well.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 23 2006, 10:29 PM

Hesek was in Sentinel with the other heroes of Ald Raathim. His Argonian battle armor and dwarven claymore had been left at Scourg Barrow when the last blight stone was destroyed. He wore a nice set of blue clothing, it went well with his scales.

News came in of the battle, the force was returning to Sentinel.

He saw Red-rock-Shadow, Chalovk. She had survived. He had been worried about her, despite his mixed feelings. He approached her, "You have survived. It is good to see that you are alive."

Sheogorath

Mar 23 2006, 10:35 PM

Sentinel, Last Year

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 23 2006, 10:29 PM)

He saw Red-rock-Shadow, Chalovk. She had survived. He had been worried about her, despite his mixed feelings. He approached her, "You have survived. It is good to see that you are alive."

She had been told that her allies had survived, and was overwhelmed with relief. Seeing Slashes now, Red-Rock-Shadow had to restrain herself from running to him.

"I'm glad that you and the others made it too," she said, holding back her emotion. "I was certain you had all died in Lasthold."

Stargazey

Mar 23 2006, 10:37 PM

Summary for Isidor -- In the year that has gone by, life has brought some changes to Isidor's family. Isidor, fully settling into his position as a father, has participated in only a few of the battles that have taken place, preferring to concentrate on his family, specifcally Eodir, who can walk by now. He has still neglected to tell Kethiah that he died at some point a year ago.

Summary for Ingmar -- Ingmar has changed little in the year that has passed. He has fought in the battles that have gone on, and tried his hardest to help raise his nephews and nieces.

Summary for Tsei -- Tsei has resumed her training as an apprentice of Loranna, focusing her self almost completely on her magic. She's also joined the Mages Guild, training her way up in magicks other than restoration.

Summary for Tyradil -- Tyradil has become one of the best students at the school, due in part to help from his parents. He has also garnered the attraction of many of the girls, but prefers to keep to himself, and his studies.

Summary for Tilitalia - Tilitalia has been spending almost all of her free time at the Arena, training and watching. She has become proficient in most weapons, though spears and throwing weapons are coming hard to her ...

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 23 2006, 10:41 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 23 2006, 10:35 PM)

Sentinel, Last Year
She had been told that her allies had survived, and was overwhelmed with relief. Seeing Slashes now, Red-Rock-Shadow had to restrain herself from running to him.

"I'm glad that you and the others made it too," she said, holding back her emotion. "I was certain you had all died in Lasthold."

"I had thought I had died as well, but the mad one saved us for some reason." He looked at the floor for a moment, then back at Chalovk. "I saw you when I was in the mad one's dream world. You really have become more powerful since..." He paused, unsure how to continue. "Since we last saw each other." He looked away. "You were to be my mate." His face showed sadness, that only his fellow kind could see. "Why did you go?"

Sheogorath

Mar 23 2006, 10:51 PM

Sentinel, A Year Ago

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 23 2006, 10:41 PM)

Red-Rock-Shadow took a few steps towards Slashes, and then stopped on his last question. Her eyes flashed with anger, her cobra-hood rising involuntarily.

"Why did I go?" she asked incredulously in Hist. "I had little choice in the matter, Hesek. I had little choice in anything for three years. I kept expecting you to come for me, to save me, but it seems you decided to join forces with my Dres master's family. I thought I could count on you, Hesek. I was wrong."

syronj

Mar 23 2006, 10:58 PM

Third Era, Year 430:

Shaka was pleased to see that Red-Rock-Shadow had not only survived the war with Mannimarco but had retrieved most of the heroes' equipment.

He stood and looked at the pile of arms and armor, and ran a hand through his hair, still short and flecked with gray. The Spear of Bitter Mercy and the Dragonbone Cuirass were gone without a trace, as he knew they would be.

"Good journey to you both," he said; and managed a smile, however thin.

3E431:

Shaka went home for lunch after a hard morning of weapons training; his afternoon would include study of magicka. Home now was a log house on the site of his old yurt, which had been moved dozens of yards away and saved for guests, or summer trysts.

He found he had been too dependent on the Spear and Cuirass in his life; Shaka had coasted on whatever skills he had learned. But now he trained with a variety of weapons, and his main armor was orcish.

Shaka found he enjoyed having a godson.

He took part in the raid to free Helseth, wondering if the king ever noticed the irony of his former prisoner now helping him again. But Dinara, Barenziah, and Loranna had only had to ask, and Shaka had helped gladly.

Shaka's hair was braided, and he wore a short beard these days. He had had a tattoo of the Circle of Arkay put on one shoulder blade, as a reminder of the War of the Wormking.

Shaka was happy in the year 431.

Tricrux

Mar 23 2006, 11:03 PM

Marein:

The rich man has gone back to living richly, done with the little adventure he had come seeking in Ald Raathim. His time was great, but retirement suits him well too.

Shai:

Training has become a permanent occupation for the half-Bosmer half-Dunmer; for better but probably for worse, she continually meditates, spars, and fights at the Arena. Some day, she has sworn, she will return to the service of Lady Loranna and the Heroes...but that time will only come when she is satisfied - and she may never be.

Moonguard:

The family's grip on the city is weak, as the father atrophies in dreams of vampires and daughters without relinquishing his seat. He has no heir save for his unwedded daughter, Diamond's elder sister.

Diamond:

The barmaid works still behind the Nymph counter, though she is one of the most distinguished employees. She is eighteen by now, still painting furiously in her Heroes series and elsewhere. She has taken up the study of magic and staff combat, but continues to fail at them. In town, she is something of a public figure, a greatly refined commoner - her heritage largely unknown. She has also begun to look into employment in the civil service bureaucracy of Ald Raathim - not desk work, she imagines, but diplomacy. She will talk to Lady Loranna soon.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 23 2006, 11:07 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 23 2006, 10:51 PM)

Sentinel, A Year Ago
Red-Rock-Shadow took a few steps towards Slashes, and then stopped on his last question. Her eyes flashed with anger, her cobra-hood rising involuntarily.

"Why did I go?" she asked incredulously in Hist. "I had little choice in the matter, Hesek. I had little choice in anything for three years. I kept expecting you to come for me, to save me, but it seems you decided to join forces with my Dres master's family. I thought I could count on you, Hesek. I was wrong."

Hesek looked in surprise at Chalovk. "Dres Master? You were enslaved? And what are you talking about me joining forces with a Dres? I killed a Dres!"

He looked at his claws. He continued speaking in Hist, his tone softened. "The warmbloods know me as Slashes-With-Claws. The day after my transfer to Helstrom I was on a patrol in the north. A band of slavers attacked. I killed two of them, but they had a mage. His spell hit me, I fell to the ground. I thought they would kill me. the last thing I heard before I blacked out was one of the slavers saying they would get a good price for me."

He looked Chalovk in the face. "For two years I was a slave to Alren Dres, for two years I was forced to work for him. For two years I thought about you. Finally one day he took me aside to beat me. I took my chance and killed him with my claws. I made my escape and changed my name. When I finally made it back to Argonia you were not there, and no one knew where you had gone." He looked down again. "I thought you had abandoned me. I returned to Morrowind to work to free our people, I wanted no more to suffer the fate I had."

Sheogorath

Mar 23 2006, 11:15 PM

Sentinel, One Year Ago

QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Mar 23 2006, 11:07 PM)

Red-Rock-Shadow shivered with emotion. "Ten Argonians, four Dunmer in the band ... The mage had a scar that ran down his neck? They took me too. I was in Bodrom Mora for three years, thinking that somehow you would find me. When I went back to Black Marsh, I was told you were alive and well ... I thought that you didn't care, that you had moved on and found another mate. I hated you so much, Hesek, I couldn't stand to be in Black Marsh anymore, so I left for Summerset to be as far away as possible. That's where I learned most of my spellcasting skills and raised in the Mages Guild ..."

She shook her head. "I didn't know. I'm sorry, Hesek. Truly."

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 23 2006, 11:24 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 23 2006, 11:15 PM)

Sentinel, One Year Ago
Red-Rock-Shadow shivered with emotion. "Ten Argonians, four Dunmer in the band ... The mage had a scar that ran down his neck? They took me too. I was in Bodrom Mora for three years, thinking that somehow you would find me. When I went back to Black Marsh, I was told you were alive and well ... I thought that you didn't care, that you had moved on and found another mate. I hated you so much, Hesek, I couldn't stand to be in Black Marsh anymore, so I left for Summerset to be as far away as possible. That's where I learned most of my spellcasting skills and raised in the Mages Guild ..."

She shook her head. "I didn't know. I'm sorry, Hesek. Truly."

Hesek looked at Chalovk, love and relief in his eyes. "I should never have thought you would leave me. I am sorry for thinking such. I see again as I saw years ago, and should have remembered when I thought you had left." He leaned close to her and licked the side of her snout, a form of Argonian kiss. "You love me too greatly to leave me, and I love you just the same. May we never again forget our love for one another... my mate?" The two words were a reminder that they were to be life mates before their captures and perhaps they could pick up where they had left off. Maybe they could return to Argonia and perform the ancient rituals.

S'reddit

Mar 24 2006, 03:31 AM

Prince Goranthir from 3E 430 to 3E 431

Goranthir didn’t talk much about the conversation he had in Sentinel with his mother Morgiah, father Reman, grandmother Barenziah, and, when she arrived, his sister Rinnala. The family was behind closed doors for a long time. When he emerged, the Prince looked tired but reasonably happy. A lot had been discussed.

Morgiah was returning to Firsthold, but as the King’s consort, not as his Queen.

Rinnala too was returning, and though she was not to have another Cotillion Ball to make up for the one her brother, as Geht, had interrupted, she was to be considered an acknowledged Princess of the Realm. Goranthir too was acknowledged as his father’s son, and the Prince of Firsthold, despite his parents’ divorce.

“There is still no heir to my father’s kingdom,” Goranthir told anyone who asked. “My father is not ready yet to name one. He is inclined towards making me his heir, to be honest, but my notoriety is at present too great. It may be best to have my sister or one of my cousins take the throne.”

Much of the rest of the time in Sentinel, Goranthir spent with Rinnala. The last time she had seen him, as Geht, he had tried to kill her. She understood it was not him who was responsible, but still the siblings had to work at it to renew their bond.

After the battles in the Dragontail Mountains were over, Goranthir and a handful of his friends had returned to Taolle's grave in the cavern, to place flowers on it.

After Sentinel, Goranthir returned with the heroes to Ald Raathim. He was delighted to find that the Akarvina had been restored after the Redoran invasion, and with his own gold, he rewarded the Nords and commissioned six more warships to help rebuild the navy of Daruhn. By year’s end, they were done.

Continuing the life of the adventurer, Goranthir participated in the battle of south-eastern Vvardenfell, and aided the rescue of his uncle Helseth.

When not adventuring, he spent time with the witch-priestesses of Nirn in the forest, sailing around the Inner Sea on the Akarvina, or in quiet conversation with his friends in the castle or the Nymph and Noggin. All could attest that Goranthir had returned, but there was sometimes a melacholia behind his smile, for he believed his true loves had died.

Shardie

Mar 24 2006, 04:34 AM

Indoril Faryon's Past Year

After the standoff at Bodrum Junction, Faryon's forces pushed back the Altmer army yet failed to take Omanyi. With the Commander of Balfell Garrison assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood, Faryon soon had control of the entire west. However, his army was streched to its limit, and Faryon was unable to launch any further attack across the river, or against the Dutchy of Ald Raatham. Faryon himself, has sinced gained the self declared position of Count of Kragenmoor, and spent most of the rest of the year training his troops to prepare for the defence of his lands. Although his man was put in as the High Councillor of House Indoril, he is increasingly becoming more inderpendent in his movements, even making open sugestions to abolishing slavery

One87xe

Mar 24 2006, 01:42 PM

Mount Edwado, one year ago

After a lengthy campaign, victory finally came for Ota and her forces, as the final punishing blow came when the Armies merged, then routed, the enemy...it was never really disclosed if Mannimarco had died, or had simply fled from Scourg Barrow, in either case the King of Worms forces were scattered, and for the next year Ota and her group (now known as the "Rag-Tags"...symbolized by the Dark Grey sashes each wears around their waste) spent considerable time hunting down any of Mannimarco's forces which may have escaped

Sentinel, 3 months ago

When the campaign against Mannimarco was truely over, Ota and her forces returned to Ramakawan...where they still remain, watching over the valley and paying very close attention to the direction of Scourg Barrow...recently Ota has begun asking for the rights to overwatch the Valley and retrofit Ramakawan in cause of future attacks...so far though, Lhotun's been silent on the issue, leaving Ota and her men to camp outside the Fortress, as they wait for the Kings answer

Sentinel, one year ago

Ora and Osa had spent a great deal of time in Sentinel, recomposing themselves and reflecting on all they had faced in Scourg Barrow...when Red-Rock-Shadow had returned with their gear, sheer giddyness ran rampant...after replacing the Armor back in the Temple of Arkay and being forgiven by Father Tralen, Osa returned to Ald Raathim, spending a great deal of time working on Donovan's Longhouse...a truely unique structure for a Morrowind town. After many a time smashing her finger, and picking splinters from her hands the House was finally finished

No sooner had the House been finished though, when adventure called again, sending both sisters to Blacklight...at the end of it all though both returned to Ald Raathim

Ald Raathim

Osa has remined for the most part in Ald Raathim, reading over more of the history of "The Living Legends", finally coming to the realization that she to was now a living legend. Currently she's asleep in her room at Donovans Longhouse

Chaseguard

Between Adventure and Eltina's constant messing around Ora's been a rather busy girl. Now spending her time between Chaseguard and Ald Raathim, the young Warrioress has spent an uncountable amount of time training both her mind and body for future conflicts...sometimes even traing against Osa and her sisters brand new spell book...needless to say Ora's lost a few times, but with every loss comes success in the form of Magicka Resistance...when both sisters aren't busy the can be found inquiring about Ota...usually in the Nymph and Noggin

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 24 2006, 02:25 PM

Hesek was reunited with his old lover, Chalovk. She had also recovered his equipment, including his Argonian battle armor, dwarven claymore, and the glass poison dagger he got from the assassin who tried to kill him months ago. The glass tower shield he decided he would sell, and buy something nice for Chalovk.

The year following the battle of Lasthold, from 3E430 to 3E431:

Soon after the battle of Lasthold, Hesek (Slashes-With-Claws) took extended leave from the army. He journeyed to Argonia with his love Chalovk (Red-Rock-Shadow). They performed the Argonian rituals of mating, the equivalent or warmblood marriage.

With the money from the sale of the glass tower shield he bought Chalovk an enchanted ring. The ring was green glass, with a large red ruby. The setting for the ruby was in the shape of four ocean waves, in rare blue glass. The ruby represented Chalovk, Red-Rock-Shadow. The waves represented Hesek, which is Blue-Water-Scales; Slashes-With-Claws is an alias name. It was enchanted with a speed and agility fortification to enhance her flight.

They spent several weeks in Argonia. They talked of the times they had been apart, what had happened to each, and enjoying each other’s company.

While in Argonia they came upon a face they both knew. The, supposedly dead, cousin that Chalovk had seen in Lasthold. He explained that he had been enslaved but after the emancipation he made his way back to Argonia. Hesek and Chalovk were both overjoyed to see him alive.

After the weeks were up Chalovk transferred to the Ald Raathim mages guild, to stay near Slashes-With-Claws. Her skills gave her a high position in the guild.

Hesek purchased a small house for them; the barracks was no place for them to live together.

Chalovk also helped Hesek with his destruction magicka, she was an excellent teacher. There was extra emphasis on shock magicka; his connection with the lightning dragons of Argonia, the Wamasaii, was still present, and never appeared to weaken.

dentris

Mar 24 2006, 04:28 PM

One year after the War of the Wormgod.

Shortly after the battle, P'Rassha disappeared completly. For a whole year, P'Rassha never came back to Ald Raathim. No letter, no rumor from the giant Cathay-raht khajiit came. No visitors from any place around Tamriel had news from the bipedal jaguar who usually left a visible trail behind his travels through stories, adventures and tales. This time, the khajiit trully disappeared.

As the residents of Ald Raathim were slowly mourning the lost of one of their favorite storyteller, P'Rassha tales faded from the memory of the majority. Fortunatly, a few kept hope, and saved many people from dying from fear when, exactly one year later, a nine feet tall bipedal monster followed by nine horse-sized panthers and one gargantuan tiger about twice the height of the latters entered the city gates.

P'Rassha calmed down the people that were gathering around the strange party. It took a while to convince everyone the Pahmars and the Senches (one of them being a Senche-raht) were not dangerous. P'Rassha also had a hard time to convince everyone the Senche was his brother, the Senche-raht is sister-in-law and the Pahmars were his nephews. Really a hard time.

But after a sizable stable (built by P'Rassha more than a year before) was used to house the quadripedal khajiits, P'Rassha finally said the words everybody was waiting for:

"You won't believe what happened to P'Rassha!"

syronj

Mar 24 2006, 04:53 PM

QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 24 2006, 04:28 PM)

One year after the War of the Wormgod.

But after a sizable stable (built by P'Rassha more than a year before) was used to house the quadripedal khajiits, P'Rassha finally said the words everybody was waiting for:

"You won't believe what happened to P'Rassha!"

Shaka, who had finished combat training for the day, interrupted P'Rassha with a hug. His orcish armor was still at the house, and the battlemage wore cloth and netch leather.

"Good to see you again, P'Rassha." Shaka stood back to hear the tale with the rest of the crowd.

Sheogorath

Mar 24 2006, 05:50 PM

The Mages Guild, One Year Later

Despite praising Zadion for his work before and after the War of the Wormgod, Archmagister Traven did not change his mind about having him replaced as head of the Mages Guild of Ald Raathim. Zadion and his father, Dres Minsero, his mind still shattered from the events of Tel Dresori, left a few weeks later for Alinor. At the Guild there, he was to be the master of Destruction and Restoration, a clear reduction in rank from his position as Magister in Ald Raathim but as Alinor was an older and larger guild, the position was still an influential one.

Zadion kept in contact with Loranna over the next year, reporting Minsero’s condition had improved somewhat. The old noble still suffered from amnesia and confusion, but he did not get as aggravated and panicky as before, and it seemed he had grown to know who Zadion was.

Traven’s replacement for Zadion was someone he believed would be more neutral in the Civil War. Magister Oryonne Druitt was a short, bearded Breton with kind eyes and strong talents in all the schools of magicka. He was an excellent teacher, capable of explaining the most obscure concept of mysticism to a child, but seemingly less at ease with more mundane small talk. Greet him on the street with a comment about good weather, and he might trap you, babbling nonsense for hours.

He got along particularly well with Slyvos, but Glacia found his inability to answer a simple question a frustration.

Elsewhere in Morrowind, Mages Guilds reopened in Alliance lands, and a new one opened in Kragenmoor. The Magisters there were as resolute in their neutrality as Magister Druitt, and they were particularly careful not to allow any spies from either the Royalist or the Alliance sides to use their Guilds for transport … though no one had any doubt that happened from time to time. Dram kept a particularly close watch on the Mages Guild of Ald Raathim, watching the comings and goings there, and no doubt, other captains of the guards did the same.

Loranna

Mar 24 2006, 08:41 PM

For the Duchess of Ald Raathim, the upcoming year would prove to be a busy one, even without her getting involved in desperate attempts to save the world, for as her father finally got around to telling her, the blessing of the Pyrel blood was to be drawn into heroic events.

Loranna, somewhat archly, pointed out to her father that not every Pyrel had actually become an adventurer or warrior or hero, to which Gram muttered something about stories having been lost through the years (despite the family's best efforts to preserve them, of course), the nature of heroism being different for certain men and women (not that Gram held that against them, of course, for was not his own daughter proof that heorism can come even in a healer?) and the occasional skipping of a generation or two by the blessing, for are not all things of magic by their nature fickle and mysterious.

"I'll get you for this," Loranna promised her father, and so she would, though not in any way she would have intended ... but more on that in a moment.

===

The immediate aftermath of the War of the WormKing was a hectic time. Memorials were held for the fallen, acolades and thanks were given for the survivors; every man and woman who took part, no matter how small, in defeating Mannimarco was praised by none less than the Emperor himself, as well as the other luminaries, the Duchess of Ald Raathim among them. Pregnant, her eyes marked with silver tearstreaks, her words of gratitude moved more than one man to tears himself.

Then, it was time to visit one of the fallen who had played a special role in the war; though she had only seen Taolle in a vision, Loranna accompanied Goranthir and the others to pay her respects to the womer who had mantled Nirn Herself. Seeing Taolle's resting place brought to mind other champions of Nirn to Loranna's mind, and tears to her eyes, but she smiled reassuringly when Goranthir needed it, and her tongue had none but comforting words to offer her friend and almost-brother.

Returning to Ald Raathim, Loranna accompanied Goranthir to the Tree of Nirn, and presented to the threee witches one of the last vials of the elixer she brewed to protect her friends. "An offering of thanks from a daughter to a mother," she said by way of explanation, and her offering proved to be the start of an somewhat sporadic but much-appreciated tutulage for Loranna, who found that her own methods of magic were closer to witchcraft than she had originally realized.

The irony was not lost upon the former worshipper of Azura, who had spent her youth avoiding witchcraft.

The months of peace were a welcome repsite for Loranna, who had finally reached the point where she had to turn over most of her duties to Kallen and Glacia, lest she collapse like poor Kethiah. The only activity Loranna allowed herself during this time, over the objections of Egalius Soccitus, was to tend the herb garden in the castle - for when she had come home, she had buried the remains of the eggshell that once housed the Hist sap in the garden, the shell fragments impregnated with both the sap and her tears. Though no one else could see any difference in those two months, Loranna insisted that the garden was even more restorative for her mind and spirit than ever before, and in turth she always had a smile on her face when she came out of the garden.

Finally, in the last days of Sun's Dusk, when Massar and Secunda were both waxing in the night sky, Loranna gave birth after a long and intense labor. And when Gram laid eyes upon his daughter's newborn son, Loranna had her revenge on her father for his eyes bulged out and his jaw fell and he gave a bellow that could be heard fro mthe castle to the village green:

"MY DAUGHTER HAS GIVEN BIRTH TO A KITTEN!!!!!! A GREY-FURRED, MEOWING MAN-KITTEN!!!!!!!!"

Thus was Dres Fjord Pyrel, newborn Cathay-Raht, enter the world, amid the roaring of the Wind and in the cradling arms of Beauty - which was busily kicking her father in the shins and growling "Stop screaming Dad! You're making him cry!"

(more to come in a few moments)

FireMaster

Mar 24 2006, 08:43 PM

Six MonthsAfter

Erenius had since returned to Cyrodiil, trying to return to the political career he had let sit dormant for some eight years now. While he was chosen on merit for a small position as Magister of the Imperial Census, various events, including a scandal which involved some documents, heresay, and questions of loyalty to the Empire, his post was short lived, leaving office willingly after three months.

Ten Months

The manor was sold at last. It had seen more than enough, and Erenius thought it required a new owner, one who wouldnt give the place a run for its money, as its previous owners had done. The house, and its most recent owner, needed a change of pace.

One Year

Erenius now is at Ald Raathim, buying a house there. It wasn't quite what the old Manor was, but it was better, at least for the Imperial. He had done what had to be done, and now, after almost twenty years of service, it was time to, for now a while at least, rest and enjoy life. After all, he had already spent almost a third of his projected life as a soldier or government servant, and he hoped to spend the last twenty or so years of his projected life in relative calm and peace.

But only time would tell if his luck at a life of comfort would last.

syronj

Mar 24 2006, 09:17 PM

Sun's Dusk, 3E430

When Shaka heard the joyous news that Loranna had given birth to a healthy boy, he sent baskets of flowers from his gardens to Castle Daruhn.

Other, more knowledgeable mages told Shaka that as Fjord was a Cathay-Raht, he would likely be at least as tall as P'Rassha - - nine feet. Shaka was a little awed to imagine the future ruler of Daruhn. Hopefully the Redguard would be around to see it.

Shaka's gardens were to further mature and expand between 430 and 431. He sometimes lent the grounds for weddings, at no charge. It pleased Shaka to be able to share its beauty with others.

Loranna

Mar 24 2006, 09:30 PM

The birth of Fjord Pyrel was met with a mixture of reactions. Among the Nords, there were those who thought it a great joke, and who boisterously laughed at Gram "That lowland daughter of yours certainly loves cats we see; she loves [censored] cats so much, she not only puts them in hers she pops them out too!" Gram soon earned the nicknames Gram the Raging and Gram Jawbreaker, not to mention a couple of weeks in Ald Raathim's jail. The Nords who were making jokes, by contrast, left Ald Raathim, seeking places where one's food didn't require chewing to be consumed. The Khajiit of Ald Raathim, on the other hand, held a big party, convinced that the young Cathay-Raht would be an even greater boon to their people in Morrowind than his already-understanding mother.

The rest of the city collectively shrugged their shoulders and muttered about the dangers the Duchess put herself through on a regular basis for their sakes and the Empire's, and sagely noted that one cannot face down gods without coming away changed in mysteious ways. Those who cared attributed the oddity to a side effect of Azura's curse on Loranna and someone even wrote a book about it, as well as other strange births.

When the initial furor died down and people worried instead about their own lives, Loranna breathed a sigh of relief. Motherhood was every bit as rewarding and as draining as she had expected, and for the next few months she devoted almost all of her time to raising her baby. It was soon apparent that he had inherited his mother's Nordic blood, for even for a Cathay-Raht infant, he was big. Loranna often nursed him in the herb garden, sitting by the mangrove-like tree that was by now free of dead branches, and growing ever-more intricate and twisting limbs, and whose green leaves bore a silver tint, especially in the veins.

The only break Loranna took during this tme from her maternal duties was to make a brief sojurn back to Skyrim, to check on the cave in which she had brewed her elixers. Though she didn't tell anyone what exactly she did up there, she later remarked to her husband with a smile "I've got my summer home, now."

Unforutnately, hostilities broke out again, ruining Loranna's brief hopes that her son would have a childhood free of war. Her duties as Duchess called to her again, as did her friends, and though she did not actively participate in any of the battles this time around, she lent her aid through her alchemical talents and her growing political influence, plus the knowledge of her Spymasters. When Helseth was captured, she conforted the King's wife and mother, while her father went out to retrieve the "bloody clipped-eared git that you seem to think is a good king ..."

"He's getting better," was Loranna's response, "now remember, these new potions just need a sip to work, so don't waste them by gulping them down."

In the middle of spring of the year 3E431, in the midst of negotiating new trading offers from Sentinel, Loranna advertised for a nanny, and began smiling to herself even more despite the chaos of war. When her belly began swelling again, her friends and husband understood why.

"I decided to take Tris's advice this time," Loranna said, patting her stomach. "Dad, if you freak out again like last time, you're banished from the city, no second chances."

(more to come)

Dagoth Lich

Mar 24 2006, 09:49 PM

Slyvos, after having returned finally to Ald Raathim, found himself unable to rest or relax again for some time thereafter. It was disconcerting, the nightmares he proceeded to have, night after bitter night. No matter what happened before he drifted off to bed, or what sense of joy or calm he held before drifting into his dreams, they would always torment him in new ways.

Still he would force himself to endure them, if only to keep his sanity for his family's sake. This stubborness, combined with the upcoming birth of his and Loranna's child, saw him through until that one day, which he will forever remember.

It was the day he both cried in joy, and laughed hysterically at the same time uncontrollably. Seeing his father-in-law get kicked in the shins was just too funny to resist laughing at. The more important thing though, was how his and his wife's son turned out. A khajiit! A big one too, obviously.

He couldn't wait for his son to grow older, but it seemed he would have to. Let the boy enjoy his childhood after all; he deserved the chance his old father never had.

From that day forward, he split his time between seeing to being a father to his son, trying to transcribedifferent tomes in his library in order to preserve what was written in them, and overseeing the magical defense of Ald Raathim.

And yet, still he was overjoyed with the news of his wife being pregnant yet again, hopeing that this time nothing would come along to ruin his life yet again now that he had a family once more...

Loranna

Mar 24 2006, 09:53 PM

While the Pyrel family was adjusting to their newest member and preparing for the next newborn, a young prima pater spends her first year cleaning house.

The aftermath of the War of the WormKing left Dayla feeling confused; she had always thought heroes to be her enemies, yet now she found herself counted among their number - or at least, not actively excluded, for the Duchess made a veiled reference to her in her own speech. However, the life of an adventurer wasn't what Dayla had pictured for herself, at least not right now. Later, perhaps, but not now. Her immediate goals were to continue solidifying her hold of the Bathogorgen's assets, and for this she again turned to Anya and Reichi for aid, finding Reichi's company most agreeable.

As for her filia ... whatever time Dayla wasn't interviewing her cattle or spending tending to her snake Shaa, she devoted to training Anya. The Bosmer was a burning urge to master her powers, and though Dayla often cautioned her not to rush things, the truth was, she wanted Anya to grow as quickly as possible too.

I'm not a hero and am still a monster, but I can at least be a teacher, and provide for those I hold in my thrall, Dayla mused once while walking through Ald Raathim, disguised as Breton noblewoman looking to invest in the local businesses. That's as good-sounding purpose for my unlife as any ...

Sheogorath

Mar 24 2006, 10:17 PM

Summary for Kethiah, and Alas and Alack

Kethiah happily gave advice to Loranna during the last months of her pregnancy, and was around during the delivery, and not just because she was a recent mother as well.

“I am used to blood,” the former assassin said.

About that same time, she became Loranna’s Spymaster again. Alas and Alack had done a reasonably good job, but they found it too much like work at times.

“The priestdom requires muchly time,” Alack explained.

“And being gentlemen of leisure, we needs to spend more time at leisure,” Alas added.

Kethiah continued to use the Khajiti ex-smugglers and now false priests of Zenithar for their information, but she found going back to her old job a relief.

Not, of course, that she was any less than devoted to raising her stepchildren Tyradil and Tilitalia and her new baby Eodir. She found that her humble guise of tavernkeeper was made even more innocuous when she carried a baby with her.

Eodir’s first word was “Mum,” followed shortly thereafter by “Da,” and fumbled approximations of “Tyradil,” “Tilitalia,” and “Uncle Ingmar.” By the end of the year, however, due to attending many meetings with his mother’s agents, he had come to use the word “Bribe” to refer to any treats he wanted.

Xyber02

Mar 24 2006, 10:18 PM

The young vampire proved to be a most fervent student, pressing her mater with a passion. Over the year, her schedule had become a more nocturnal one, despite being able to survive in the sunlight. She prefered the cool night air, and the lack of hurting. Her expression grew a dour tine with the passing months as this new world was opened up to her long ago naive eyes.

She swiftly mastered the element of shaping disguises, though it still took a good deal of concentration to hold forms for any length of time. Only time would bring endurance and a year simply isn't enough. Still, she could dissappear into a crowd and come out looking like your mother.

Her time was divided between Ald Raathim and the sanctuary within Cyrodiil. When her mater wasn't tutoring her, Anya was spreading her fingers through the pre-existing web of contacts that the Bathogorgen held. She was fustrated though, as it was evident that Dayla still held sway as the head of the tribe. As well as her brother's and sister's of the night that inhabited Cyrodiil, who could hide from even her.

Perhaps the one thing that only a select few people, Kethiah most of all, would notice her doing frequently was stealing away at night to visit her godson.

syronj

Mar 24 2006, 10:47 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 24 2006, 10:18 PM)

Her time was divided between Ald Raathim and the sanctuary within Cyrodiil. When her mater wasn't tutoring her, Anya was spreading her fingers through the pre-existing web of contacts that the Bathogorgen held. She was fustrated though, as it was evident that Dayla still held sway as the head of the tribe. As well as her brother's and sister's of the night that inhabited Cyrodiil, who could hide from even her.

Perhaps the one thing that only a select few people, Kethiah most of all, would notice her doing frequently was stealing away at night to visit her godson.

One night, Shaka saw Anya arriving just as he was leaving the Nymph and Noggin, having visited his godson. He nodded to Anya and, stepping outside the tavern, Recalled to his home. Two ships passing in the night.

Shaka stood on a viewing platform atop his log home and leaned against the railing, looking out over the Inner Sea and thinking.

The months were blurring past, and although he was contented overall, Shaka knew he and Anya led separate lives. Maybe this wasn't so different from being a sailor's wife, only with the roles reversed.

He could draw no conclusions from their situation; it was what he had chosen, and he would do it again in a heartbeat - - become who he was meant to be.

When Shaka walked down the stairs from the roof, he noticed the jade ogre's mask on the wall, glowing in the candlelight. He raised a hand in salute to it and called it a night.

Aki

Mar 24 2006, 10:54 PM

One Year Summary for Reichi Sari

Reichi returned to Ald Raathim shortly following the War of the WormKing. He had retained most of his equipment, save for Hircine's Ring, which had gone to find a new owner, and most potions in his satchel were ruined during the Blightstone's implosion. Not that they couldn't be replaced, of course. During the short, unofficial ceasefire, Reichi decided to finally get himself a house in Ald Raathim. The house wasn't (and still isn't) very big, or too small, meaning its' just big enough to suit Reichi's purposes. Though, it does stick out some, being that its' built in a "Hlaalu" style, remiscient of the buildings of Reichi's hometown of Balmora.

Reichi particpated in the retaking of south-eastern Vvardenfell with some of the other heroes, as well as the rescue of Helseth. He also took time to help Dayla reacquiring Bathogorgen assets. In between quests, adventures and other such pursuits, Reichi spent time talking with friends, or drinking in the Nmpyh and Noggin, or occaisonally, hunting. Sometimes animal parts could be sold to mages as alchemical components, and peasants, merchants and other professions bought most of the other parts of the animal, the meat, skin, even bone sometimes. Not that he really needed the money, though, he had quite some left over from his Morag Tong days. But something to do was always good, even if it meant being elbow deep in Kagouti guts at times.

Nalion

Mar 25 2006, 04:07 AM

Dana's Journal,
Fredas, 24th of First Seed 3E431

We've won, they say, all those months ago. They say we're all heroes. I'm not so sure. At least, I can say that this victory tastes bitter on my tongue. Very bitter.
I had the nightmare again. The same as every night. There is no more sleep, there is only fear. It's the first time ever I was able to find enough strength to write down my dream, I never had the strength to write it down before. To write about the demons that haunt me.

"I see myself walking through a brightly lit hallway, a temple, high arching vaults. In front of me is the altar of Arkay. To the sides, depictions of the Nine Divines, set in colourful glass and illuminated by the sun shining outside, look down upon me. I'm not heading to the altar though, but to the back of the temple and down a flight of stairs towards the crypts. I enter them. The air is kind of moist . To my surprise, there light mist on the ground. I make my way through the crypt tunnels. Gravestones and sarcophagi line both sides of my path. They are small, for children. I do not want to look at them, but still, my gaze is drawn to them by an irresistable force. I can read the inscriptions.

Vanesa Tandiron, died age 6, turned by the blood curse, may Almsivi have mercy on her soul. Tel Dresori.

Nomeran Uthrelas, age 9, beloved son, soul-cursed to walk night eternal, finally slain at Tel Dresori.

Ralen Tenuvel, age 7, forcefully thrown to blooddrinking teeth, Tel Dresori.

My tears are burning as they run down my cheeks, burning of anger, frustration, pain, fear, helplessness. I have to force myself to take my eyes off these coffins and move on. There is no way back out of the tomb, once I make a step forward, a step back is impossible. The mist begins to rise and gets thicker. There are more graves ahead

Catilinus Gladius, honourably fell in faithful service to his Emperor on the battlefields of Kalaan, 3E430

Samson the Brave, hero of the battle of Kalaan, with his last breath still defying death. Honoured be his memory. Kalaan, 3E430

Harg, the Mighty Fist, hero of the Kalaan Battlefield, his mighty arms striking deep into the heart of the enemy. Honoured be his memory. Kalaan, 3E430.

I pause, stretching out an arm over Samson's and Harg's graves, speaking a blessing. Then, I move on. I don't know whether my tears blur my vision, or the fog which meanwhile fills the crypt. It almost feels like swimming. I can see a shadow in front of me, and I move on. I almost stumble over another sarcophagus, then I look closer at it. The inscriptions are different.

Dana Myleki Coppersands....

I want to cry, but there is no sound, I want to run away, but I cannot. I have no control over my movements anymore, everything runs automatically. There is no volition. I kneel down at the grave and push the heavy stone cover away. I stare into the face of a fresh corpse. Pale. Cold. It's my face. Then its eyes open... And death stares back at me..."

I always wake after this. I am cold, always cold afterwards, regardless how warm the Sentinel night is or how many blankets I wrapped around me when going to sleep. I stand up, each morning I go outside my little house to embrace the first rays of the sun. It's like a ritual for me, a much needed one, lest I would not make it through the day. The sunrays help me to dispel the dream. But still, there's always the knowledge that each day is followed by another night...

vaanic~one

Mar 25 2006, 11:06 AM

Vaan's One Annum Summary:

After the War of the Wormgod, Vaan has been busy establishing himself as the Telvanni that he was always supposed to be. He has spent his time in Ald Raathim and Port Telvanni. While in Ald Raathim, he has visited old friends and been keeping an eye on the crabs, sometimes spending whole weekends tinkering with them.

The Tragedy of Commander Warhaft's death has not left him, especially since she died in his arms while he could do nothing to help but comfort her in her last moments of breath. He believes that he is partly to blame for it, because had he bothered to learn any restoration magick, then she could have been saved. He has been learning a little of it recently.

Upon hearing news of Loranna's new child, Vaan was overjoyed, and immediately recalled the small conversation he once had with her about CHIM. To show his congratulations, he sent the parents and the child a beautiful orb that changed colour often and made wonderful swirling patterns. It was all about suggesting the constant change in Tamriel, and how it can always be percieved as beautiful, even if not initially seen that way.

As of now, Vaan has made himself...significant, in the ranks of the Telvanni, though how much we do not know.

But what, I hear voices ask, of Necron and the Muatramer?

S'reddit

Mar 25 2006, 10:11 PM

Red-Rock-Shadow, One Year Later ...

After spending some time in Black Marsh with Slashes, and before performing the mating ceremony making him her husband, the Argonian mystic had a long conversation about their future. After all, it had been many years and they had gone quite different ways. For some time, she thought her future life lay in the Imperial City. She had become a trusted emissary of the Archmagister, and it seemed foolish to throw that away. Besides her only experience in the Dres territory of Morrowind had been as a slave, and it did not hold pleasant memories for her.

Nevertheless, Slashes’s own love of Ald Raathim eventually won her over. She was quickly accepted as a teacher of the School of Destruction at the Guild, and developed a warm relationship with Magister Druitt. She also enjoyed spending time with her husband and the heroes who had been her companions in the Dragontail Mountains.

She was aware that Tsei and Slashes had some sort of a romance before she had returned, and though she tried to treat her fellow Argonian politely, the two of them could never be great friends.

Red-Rock-Shadow participated in the battle of Molag Mar, but held back on the fight to save Helseth, because she had learned she was pregnant.

S'reddit

Mar 26 2006, 05:56 AM

Glacia Rysleire, One Year Later …

The Duchess’s Diplomatic Adjunct and Reeds’s Bookstore Employee found the year to be a busy one. As Loranna began to relax in preparation for Fjord’s birth, Glacia took on more and more responsibility. She held a party to say goodbye to Magister Zadion, and another to welcome Magister Druitt to Ald Raathim; she continued to meet with Diano Asprenas, the Imperial ambassador daily; she travelled to Mournhold at least once a week to meet with the King or his courtiers; she held regular meetings with the various merchant guilds of Ald Raathim, keeping them happy during times of war and peace; the Imperial City on four occasions; and she even began traveling to Vivec, Kragenmoor, Blacklight, Tear, and other capitols of the Indoril Redoran Alliance. There was not particularly anything she accomplished during these meetings with the Alliance, except to make it clear that she was the representative of the Duchy … and quite a capable diplomat, they had to grudgingly admit, despite being an Altmer.

She often travelled to these locations with Reeds Saloat when he was available. It was hard to imagine a more innocuous pair than the sheltered Altmeri noblewoman and her bookish Argonian friend. Together, they attended balls and social occasions all over, and she taught him more dances and more nuances of etiquette than he could ever imagine existed.

They took many more trips together, through Skyrim and Cyrodiil, High Rock, Hammerfell, Elsweyr, and Valenwood, and Glacia always made certain to combine business with fun. She made certain that Kings and Queens throughout the lands knew of Ald Raathim, and she helped increase trade.

Along the way, she finally wrote the letter King Reman asked her to write to her parents. It had taken her a few months to do it, and placing it in the hand of a courier was an act of bravery that required her friends by her side.

Lord and Lady Rysleire wrote to her shortly thereafter, and their reply was brief and cold. She was disinherited, and they never wanted to see her again.

If that surprised or bothered Glacia, she didn’t show it, as she continued to do the diplomatic work of the Duchy, and prepared for more of the same at the news of Loranna’s expecting again.

syronj

Mar 26 2006, 03:04 PM

3E431

Shaka sat at his table at home with Anya. He studied the Bosmer, her beauty unchanged since the first day of her unlife despite a certain world-weariness he thought he could detect. Shaka reached for her hand.

"How's your training with Dayla?"

One87xe

Mar 26 2006, 03:32 PM

Ald Raathim,The Nymph and Noggin, the day of "Fjord's" birth

While it had been basically quiet for awhile, the news of the Duchess giving birth was enough to set off the chaos, especially in both parts of the Tavern...while Ora and Osa drink up in celebration. After the longest of parties ever (and Gram insisting that Osa can take a whole jug of Mead to her head) both sisters slept their nasty hang-overs away over the course of the next week or so

Xyber02

Mar 26 2006, 04:12 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 26 2006, 01:04 PM)

Anya gave a thoughtful look, her dealings becoming increasingly clandestine. "It's... complicated, but fun. I'm still trying to understand that it simply takes time to learn, and I'm fustrating Dayla in the process. In the past year alone, I've gained more resources than I thought possible."

syronj

Mar 26 2006, 04:18 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 26 2006, 04:12 PM)

"Show me some of what you can change into, Anya," he said, and took her hands.

Xyber02

Mar 26 2006, 04:30 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 26 2006, 02:18 PM)

"Show me some of what you can change into, Anya," he said, and took her hands.

Anya chuckled and shook her head, "I would show you, but then I'd have to kill you. Suffice to say I can become whoever I want, for however long I can hold."

stargate525

Mar 26 2006, 05:22 PM

QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 26 2006, 03:56 AM)

Reeds' Store was, ironically, now closed almost more often than when it was only Reeds running the store. If Glacia found Reeds at all before going off, it was almost garanteed that he would join her. Reeds was bewildered by most of these new social mannerisms which Glacia was teaching him, calling them 'superfluous nonsense' when not actually attempting them, though he began to appreciate dancing far more now that he would be able to step around his partner's feet rather than on top of them.

When Loranna's child was born, Reeds joined in the general celebration like anyone else, making sure to congratulate Loranna and Slyvos personally as soon as he got the chance. When he heard of Loranna's second pregnancy, some claimed that bets were being taken in Reeds' Bookstore on how many children would end up having competition for the Duchey. Something that Reeds firmly denied having any knowledge of.

(Reeds, incidently, was down for nine, with the odds being 12:1 against.)

syronj

Mar 26 2006, 05:26 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 26 2006, 04:30 PM)

Anya chuckled and shook her head, "I would show you, but then I'd have to kill you. Suffice to say I can become whoever I want, for however long I can hold."

"The Emperor's Blades have nothing on you and Dayla, then," Shaka said thoughtfully. "It's a good thing they don't know of the Bathogorgens' existence, or else they might try to press-gang you both into service."

Shaka stood up and opened an armoire. "I don't think I've shown you my armor yet." The orcish armor gleamed within.

"Loranna gave me some good advice; I had a strength enchantment put on it, rather than a feathering spell. When I wear it, it feels as light as netch leather. And I can then wield weapons even more easily. That Sixth House bell-hammer, for one, becomes as light as a longsword."

Shaka looked at the Amulet of Shadows and Thom's longknife, also within the armoir. The Glass of its blade was less emerald than milky jade. That, too, had been well-crafted.

"To think someone called the orcs 'The Pig Children'. Stupid. A people that can shape armor like that . . . . I know they're the traditional enemies of the Ra'Gada, but that was a long time ago."

Shaka turned back to face Anya. "Stay with me tonight, sweetheart. Taking a night off won't matter in the long run . . . ."

Xyber02

Mar 26 2006, 08:11 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Mar 26 2006, 03:26 PM)

Shaka turned back to face Anya. "Stay with me tonight, sweetheart. Taking a night off won't matter in the long run . . . ."

Anya shook her head lightly, "Sorry hon, I'm here on business, not pleasure. It was to be a short visit anyway."

Anya stepped over to his armor, tapping it with her finger. "It is definately a piece of work. Almost makes me wish I didn't prefer my cloak over armor now." She moved over to Shaka, touching his dark cheek, "I'll have more time soon, just not tonight."

syronj

Mar 26 2006, 08:18 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 26 2006, 08:11 PM)

He put his hand over hers and held it there a moment longer. Shaka's copper eyes, flecked with hazel, were a little sad, but the battlemage understood.

"Take care of yourself, Anya. There are undercurrents out there that I don't understand yet. The daedra worshippers have been quiet ever since Red Mountain went up; too quiet."

Maybe I should have made this love official, he thought to himself.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 27 2006, 08:51 AM

QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 25 2006, 10:11 PM)

Red-Rock-Shadow, One Year Later ...
Red-Rock-Shadow participated in the battle of Molag Mar, but held back on the fight to save Helseth, because she had learned she was pregnant.

Hesek, Slashes-With-Claws, was overjoyed that they would be having a child. Hesek had just joined the mages guild a few days before, Chalovk said his destruction training would go better if he were a member; his expert skills with restoration and mysticism were enough to get in.

Hesek suggested to Chalovk that they return to Argonia for the hatching, the climate would be better for both mother and egg. They could then return to Ald Raathim a few weeks later. But that was still some time off yet. In the meantime, Hesek was constantly checking on Chalovk and seeing to her needs. He even arranged live meat to be brought in; it was healthier than the dead stuff the softskins ate.

Hesek wondered if the child would have wings like Chalovk, who would be unable to fly while she carried the egg. He thought of those wonderful wings, the joy he had with her, in furled in them.

SpartanShea117

Mar 27 2006, 04:33 PM

One Year Summary for Kratos and the gang

Kratos-Everyones favorite ex-Ordinator has been in the cold province of Skyrim for the past year. He has trained and fought with the many warring clans of Nords and the unforgiving creatures of the chilly land. Though he has been trekking through the province he has spent most of his time in the Eastern settlement of Pagran Village, even setting himself up a secondary home there away from Ald Raathim. The battle-hardened ex-Grandmaster plans to return to Morrowind in the near future.

Ivelaes-The young Dunmer took his father's advice and went off on his own in search of adventure. With the finding of his father he feels that his life is somewhat more complete now than it was before. Word has it he is living somewhere in Cyrodiil, even that he has taken an Imperial for a wife. No doubt Kratos has unanswered letters laying around his residence in Ald Raathim; though Ivelaes knows his dad's probably out and about adventuring as well.

Astien-The handsome young Breton hasn't changed abit. He's still making potions at the Mage's Guild and spending the remainder of his time at the Temple of Dibella. Although he longs to see his homeland of High Rock once again, maybe he'll make a little trip sometime.

OOC: This has been an amazing experience hasn't it? I've enjoyed every minute of RPing with the fine writers of this fantastic writing adventure. From my humble introduction in Morrowind Moonlight back in the Summer to the climatic finish of the Playing Houses series i've had fun and hope to have even more once we start the Oblivion series. By then I hope to have experienced the game firsthand. Now i'd like to give a shout-out to my homies on the Loreside, thanks for the great times everyone!

Nalion

Mar 27 2006, 07:42 PM

Gistral's Letter

Dear Loranna,

it has been some time since we have seen each other and I hope you, Slyvos and your child - it must have been born in the meantime - are well. Forgive me for not being able to join in with the celebrations and writing to you sooner.

After we parted in Sentinel, I returned home to Lainlyn to rest from the exhausting battles that we fought. I found my hometown changed, many friends I knew also fought against the undead, and many of them did not return. Lainlyn is too close to Ephesus not to have been affected, I guess. Among the grief though, there was the joy of finally having beaten a terrible enemy.

The rest in Lainlyn was only brief though, as we once more had to fend off harpies, who attacked merchants traveling to and from the city. Depite our fewer numbers, we were able to scatter them, but not without some hard work. However, this has made this year's Riglametha much more worthwhile to celebrate!

I am currently enjoying myself at home, but I can feel my feet itching to feel the sands of the Alik'r again, and, knowing myself, I will probably set out into the desert soon.

From the others, Ive heard little. Dana said that she wanted to stay in Sentinel and Nalion had mentioned something about visiting home and then going to Cyrodiil, but I haven't received word from them since then. I'm not surprised, though, at least Nalion is pretty lazy when it comes to writing letters.

I'm afraid there's not much to tell otherwise, which is not necessarily bad. Everyone can use a bit of rest now and then!

May the Nine be with you,

your friend,
Gistral

Nalion

Mar 28 2006, 12:22 AM

Nalion's Story

It was half a year later in Llainfair that Nalion finally found time to write in his journal. Time had passed quickly in the recent months, and there was much to catch up on, starting with the aftermath of their war against Mannimarco.

After the battle had subsided and the companions and Nalion had recovered from the dangers they had suffered through, they finally were able to rejoice now. Mannimarco was gone, his undead army defeated, Sentinel - and no doubt more - saved. The taste of victory was bitter, though. Noone knew where Mannimarco had gone, whether he had been killed or whether he had vanished to lick his wounds. If the latter, Nalion feared Tamriel had not seen the last of him.
The blood toll in defeating the King of Worms was immense. So many good and brave souls had died in the effort. Taolle, who brought back Goranthir. Samson and Harg, whom Nalion never met but still knew from tales Loranna and others had told him. General Warhaft, true to her bloodline in service to the Empire. All the soldiers, knights and priests...

"Isn't it an irony that such victories always come with such losses? But would victory truly be appreciated without these losses? Such is the Arena. There is always a price to pay. May those who have given their lives for it rest in peace.", the Breton wrote into the small journal he always carried with him.

Nalion, and all others, seemed to have recovered from the daM doG's dreamworld, but the dream had repercussions. A young Arynel, and this noblewoman...

Lady Somnia Nyx... Imperial noblewoman. She was Nalion's dancing partner in Sheogorath's dream, and she somehow had been dragged from the dream into this world. Both, Somnia and Nalion had been confused, after all, they had appeared out of nowhere. Naked. She was cast out of what she had perceived as her reality, and now was in a different one, and much explaining had been needed.

Nalion tried to explain to Somnia as best as he could what happened and which events had occurred that culminated in the dream. He felt like he owed it to her, to take responsibility because it was him who ripped her out of this dreamworld with his actions. Most of the time during their talks, Somnia just listened with wide eyes and an open mouth. She seemed to understand after a while though, and she apparently was learning quickly.
Somnia proved herself in quickly grasping the new situation she found herself in and showed an open mind - who would dance twice with a stranger at a mad ball, if not someone who had at least a bit of adventurous blood in herself?
During the days spending with talk, Somnia also found time to tell her own tale, of Castle Nyx in Cyrodiil. Knowing that she would have to live here in this reality, she began to plan her"return" to her castle. Nalion agreed to accompany her, and so the two took their leave from Sentinel, their friends and King Lhotun.

Somnia and Nalion arrived at Castle Nyx later that month and to both of their surprise, they found that Somnia's counterpart in the real world died some time ago. Somnia's cousin, apparently as annoying and despisable as in the dreamworld, had taken Somnia's place. Of course, this had set Somnia into a bad mood and after Somnia was judged an impostor, she and Nalion had to leave.

Not wanting to leave her alone like this, Nalion invited her to come to Llainfair to stay at his house as long as she liked. It was then, when something strange happened.
One night, Nalion had a strange dream, of the sort where someone relives key elements of one's life. He saw Lirielle dying by disease. Snowhawk and the children's blood on the snow. Loranna's trial. The Pillar of Dawn. The Mythopoeic Archive. Doll and himself standing on a snowy field, embracing each other. Mannimarco. Then, Somnia appeared before him.
However, Nalion felt watched, by unseen eyes, observing every step he took. In one of their daily talks, Nalion mentioned this dream and the feeling of being watched, and Somnia cried out in surprise. She had seen the same in her dream, like watching the scened go by and then in the end, she stepped out of the lurking shadows and confronted Nalion in the dream...

Nalion and Somnia seemed convinced that this dream seemed real. It had felt real, to both of them. However, Somnia didn't seem to be able to control whatever this ability was, nor did she want to pursue it further. After some time though, and more accidentally appearances in Nalion's dreams, Somnia started to think that this strange ability to appear in another'S dreams could be useful, and it was then that she thought back to her despised cousin in Castle Nyx...

S'reddit

Mar 28 2006, 01:22 AM

Another year passes …

Two Years After the War of the Wormgod

The year begins badly for the royalist forces. With the aid of the Nords, a massive invasion is planned of Mournhold. Fortunately, Kethiah’s intelligence network and Helseth’s own spies get word of it, and the royal family is divided and relocated: Helseth to Necrom, and Barenziah and Dinara to Ald Raathim.

Other attacks are met and foiled, but the one on Mournhold proves devastating to the capitol, particularly due to Faryon’s push from the west. Other Alliance battles in northern Morrowind were also met with success.

The tide started to turn as Elysana’s Nords attempted an invasion of Firewatch. The neutral Telvanni struck back, forcing the Alliance forces to flee, negating most of their conquest in northern Morrowind.

The Alliance split up, as the Indoril and Redoran, furious at the Nords’ unsanctioned behavior which had forced a neutral party into joining Helseth’s side. The Nords responded by securing Solsteim for themselves, and launching an attack on Blacklight, the Redoran seat which they had saved from the royalist attack the previous year. As the Redoran regrouped, sending more of their forces to defend Blacklight, Helseth found a weakness in northern Vvardenfell, and took advantage of it.

Thus, the situation in the civil war at the end of the year 3E 432 was this: in the north-west, the Redoran and Nord forces were battling one another, neither gaining the upper hand; in the north-east, the Telvanni and Helseth had control of the land again; in Mournhold, the city was being rebuilt after the Redoran/Indoril attack, but was occupied again by the royal family; in Vvardenfell, the island was facing the greatest battles of the war yet, gradually turning in the royalists’ favor; in the County of Kragenmoor, Faryon was receiving an influx of soldiers fleeing the losing battles in Vvardenfell, strengthening his holdings.

Queen Dinara was particularly aggrieved by this. As Faryon’s power base strengthened, it would harder and harder to retrieve her brother Dres Obael from his lands, either by force, subterfuge, or diplomacy.

Ald Raathim had survived the year unscathed and unthreatened. Her heroes had participated in many of the battles, but had thankfully not been forced to defend their home.

SpartanShea117

Mar 28 2006, 01:22 AM

Here are some screenies of Kratos in Skyrim.

Kratos in the Pagran Village Greathall

Kratos on one of Skyrim's many snow-covered mountains

Kratos in the freezing cold of Skyrim's wilderness

Shardie

Mar 28 2006, 01:45 AM

QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 28 2006, 04:22 PM)

Despite the setbacks for the alliance, Faryon had a good year all up. His army swelled, full scale training underway, he soon had enough troops to cover all the important parts of his empire. A fort was ordered for construction at Bodrum Junction, in the Imperial Style, and a large force was based there, ready to react to any problems. Although he was one of the most powerful commanders in all of Morrowind, Faryon started to get tired of the fruitless fighting.

At the end of 432, Faryon's armies are marshalling at Bodrum Junction for a sortie across enemy territory to relieve the Battered and Besieged Blacklight next summer, a move Faryon has his doubts over. Meanwhile Faryon has sent his spymaster Valdoon Thedas to Mournhold to meet with the king...

S'reddit

Mar 28 2006, 02:32 AM

Summary, Goranthir, 3E 431 – 3E 432

Goranthir had helped escort his grandmother and aunt from Mournhold to Ald Raathim as the word of the attack on Mournhold got out. Over the next several months, he spent a lot of time with both. His sister Rinnala came from Firsthold to join the family reunion. One day, he went to Loranna and told her that the time had come for him to return to Summerset.

Reman would have to declare an heir, and after much deliberation, Goranthir decided that it was his duty to become Crown Prince and Heir Apparent. Rinnala had never had her freedom, and it would not be fair to burden her with that, after he had several years to grow. Besides, he admitted, Ald Raathim, as much as he loved it, still reminded the Prince too much of Allerleirauh and Tris.

In Sun’s Height, just before Helseth’s counterattacks in Vvardenfell and after a great riot of a party, Goranthir set sail aboard the Akarvina for Firsthold. He left behind him the six new ships he had purchased to be Ald Raathim’s fledgling navy.

For some time, nothing more was heard from him, as he completed the long voyage and arrived in the city. There was much to do to reassure the people of Firsthold that their Prince was not, as rumored, a servitor of the dread Mannimarco. He wrote to his friends with his progress, and to tell them that his Investiture Ceremony was to happen in Frostfall, and all were invited.

Any who attended the Ceremony saw Goranthir crowned with even more pomp and glamor than the typical Altmeri festival. Plays and poems, tournaments and races, dances and feasts were held night after night for a week. King Reman and Royal Consort Morgiah seemed genuinely proud and pleased with their son. Privately, to his friends, he confessed that he had even met a girl. As kingly as he had become, it was still obvious there were some parts of the typical shy 18-year-old that remained.

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One87xe

Mar 28 2006, 04:21 AM

Summary for Osa: 3E431-3E432

From nearly the New Life Festival party at the Tavern, to the successive Old Life day of reflection, Osa's year had been a memorable one to say the least. Since the earliest parts of Morning Star everything had been going Osa's way. First it was the final preparations on her kitchen in the Longhouse, then it was her fathers letter. The letter had contained basic information about her father, what he was doing, how he was, so on and so forth...but it was the final lines that had caught her eye.

In those lines her father had written what a tremendous year he had had fishing...and the benefits it reaped. Namely how each one of the triplets was to receive a substantial amount of money, just because they were the fruits of his loins. Osa had packed quick and traveled even faster, not so much for the money, but for the simple fact they rarely seen their Father nowadays. Ora had went with her, and for the next few weeks they spent most of their time sailing with their Father, helping him in his fishing operation...and after a nice stay in Stros M'Kai sailed back to Hegathe. After a tearful goodbye, Osa had left, promising she would return and inviting her Father to visit Ald Raathim anytime he wanted.

The first thing she did with her money was to add a few extra pages to her Spell Book, purchase a large chest she had enchanted with a Frost Spell, and buy enough food to feed an army. Most of the rest of the year was spent relaxing, catching up in the Ald Raathim library, shooting spells at Ora, and eating...all the while wondering how her father was faring, thinking how good it was to see him again...maybe she'd go back before winter.

...edit: Ora and Ota are next...

syronj

Mar 28 2006, 09:40 AM

Early 432, Third Era

After weapons practice, Shaka stood in a stall within the Arena complex and cleaned off with a strigil and oil. On an impulse, he threw oil in the air and suspended it with telekinesis for a moment.

The liquid mirror showed him a bearded Ra'Gada with tied-back shoulder-length braids, some holding emerald Glass beads. Shaka was in excellent shape for his age, 43 now; he could hardly credit that the years had flown by to that degree. A number of scars from Redoran and Indoril weapons remained.

He shook his head and let the lens break up, splashing into the cleaning stall. The war seemed to be endless some days, though so far this year the duchy of Daruhn had been spared. On the other hand, though the civil war was more complicated and confusing than ever, Shaka could sense that Helseth's side was holding its own and perhaps turning the tide against the rebel Alliance.

Instead of finishing his cleanup at the Arena, Shaka decided on something which felt years overdue. He dressed in a robe and walked to the House of Dibella. He would finally join them, and wash up there the same afternoon.

Not that I'll take vows and get a confessor as Loranna did, probably, he thought. But he had to finally admit the last several years had been lonely ones. Other adventurers of Ald Raathim seemed to have few problems finding mates and creating a household.

The Ald Raathim he walked through would have been unrecognizable to the villagers he had first met at their harvest festival. Even the streets were wider now; the destruction from the Redoran invasion of a few years ago had left much of the city a clean slate.

Slashes-With-Claws

Mar 28 2006, 10:14 AM

The second year after the battle of Last hold, 3E431-3E432:

Hesek, mate of Chalovk, has been busy with many battles in the civil war as well as taking care of Chalovk, who is great with egg.

On a particular battle he managed to soul trap a golden saint that an enemy had summoned to attack him. With the soul and a an amount of gold, he got a discount from the mage’s guild being a member, he enchanted one of his scale inlays, the Hist tree, to greatly fortify his magicka, allowing him to cast more spells.

Later in the year, he went back to Argonia with Chalovk for the hatching. The climate would be better for the child in its first weeks. The egg hatched, but instead of one child, there were two, twin boys born of the same egg. They had wings like Chalovk, their mother, and color patterns similar to Hesek, their father.

After a few weeks in the marsh, with the young and the mates being visited by their families, they returned to Ald Raathim. A celebration was held to commemorate the hatching. As tradition held, the children were given names by their parents that would be theirs until the naming ceremony in a few years time. They were named Shesekar and Telmet. Hesek was overjoyed at having children; he helped Chalovk with taking care of them whenever he was off duty.

One87xe

Mar 28 2006, 02:38 PM

Summary for Ora: 3E431-3E432

Ora's year had been much the same as Osa's. She had recieved her fathers letter and heard the news of the families new financial well-being, and even accompanied Osa when she had went for her visit. Unlike Osa however, Ora's year had been less about relaxation and more about honing her skills. Any time that wasnt spent in celebration for the mess of children everyone seemed to have been having, was spent getting hit by Spells from Osa. After the cruise to M'Kai, she had participated in a number of the skirmishes in Morrowind, for nothing more then the experience each had brought her.

As for her money, she did the smart thing: Enchanted both her Armor and Sword with a high level Spell Absorbtion, which was actually useful due to the fact she no longer needed to use a Shield to block Spells. After a number of months of constantly being bombarded by both friendly and enemy Spells, she had finally reached a higher echelon: now being able to take mid-level spells, without the aid of her Armor or Sword. She had disappeared for about 2 months, but when she reappeared Osa could tell she was stronger then ever. After judicious poundings from the newest pages of Osa's Spellbook, a short walk-about through the Southern Alik'r, and getting pretty drunk damn near every night, Ora finally found the time to relax near the fall months.

When the Longhouse had been truely finished, Osa had told Donovan that her sister would be taking one of the 3 spare rooms...while he didnt have any objections it was sometimes very hard to live with two women, let alone sisters. Most of the rest of the year was spent exercising, practicing her Sword techniques, putting up with Eltina's crap, and conversing with various patrons at the Tavern. "All in all a good year" she would later reflect.

apocolipseLater

Mar 28 2006, 06:59 PM

Dar'Tessir has decided to return to Elsweyr for a time, but not just Senchal, he is traveling throughout the province, and even occasionally venturing into Cyrodiil and Valenwood. For a time he takes up his old proffesion and steals for a living but moves beyond that and begins to study majic ore intently than he had for the first part of his life. During his study in a university in Torval he begins to take interest in the philosophy of the Renrijra Krin, a radical group of Khajiiti patriots.

OOC
Thank you for allowing me to join in. I realise that I was infrequent in my posting and participating and I hope to play more of a role in the next RP than I did in this one.

Nalion

Mar 28 2006, 07:07 PM

Dana's Journal
Koomu Alezer'i, 11th of Last Seed 3E432

Whole Sentinel is a celebration today, the people thanking the gods for the harvest and praying for their blessings and favour. Have been praying the whole day as well, in the temple of Arkay, praying and asking for his blessing on me, the blessing to overcome my haunted dreams.

A year ago, the dreams became unbearable and I sought help, and whom other to consult in this matter than the Temple of Arkay? I was welcomed with open arms. I met understanding and caring there and perhaps what I needed most: an open ear.
Now, a year later, the ferocity of the dreams has lost its edge, but they still are there, looming in the shadows of my own mind. I have changed in this year. I am clad in the garments that are required of me now, all of them embroidered with the symbol of the Knights of the Circle. The idea to pledge myself to the order came out of gratitude and the will to give my life a new purpose. I do not regret this decision. There is friendship and community, as well as training and practice in both combat and philosophy. The knightly life has given me a guideline to which I can align myself, sometimes strict, but still it helped me to get a grasp on myself again after those dreams.

When I see my lute hanging on the wall of my chamber in the barracks, I sometimes think of how it has been before Tel Dresori, before all the horrors begun. Looking back at myself then, I see now how ignorant I was, being enchanted by the stories of heroes, but never seeing what pains they sometimes have to suffer. Now I know better, and since then, I have not played a single tune on the instrument.

The traditional temple feast will begin soon. Perhaps a chance for some talk and even laughter. Laughter, yes, this is what I could use now. The joy of simply being alive.

One87xe

Mar 28 2006, 10:07 PM

Summary for Ota: 3E431-3E432

Unlike her sisters, Ota's year hadnt gone so lazily. Since nearly the begining of the year, things had went backwards. She still hadn't heard word from King Lhotun, Goblin attacks were becoming more and more frequent and somehow better organized, and above all relations with both internal interests and outside forces (namely the resurging Nords) were at a very low point. But through it all Ota and the "Rag-Tags" managed to somehow get by. The only saving grace for Ota was her fathers letter and the news it contained. While she didnt visit her father (and as of this writting still hasnt) she had sent her young Scribe Celes to take care of her affairs.

Her money wasnt spent on her per se, but rather to whole of her followers, many of whom sent it to their wives and loved ones. They only personal item she had purchased was a newly forged Staff...a blend of Silver and Ebony. She hadnt decided what to enchant it with yet, as such a decision would take time. About the spring time, moral had dipped drastically and most of the Rag-Tags were bored, for watching a valley was hardly an adventurous endeavor. It was after a fight between one of the Frontal Ranks, a rather stocky Breton by the name of Marco, and a member of the Archer Ranks, a Redguard named Ke'vin, that Towny had come up with a recreational plan. In a later letter from her father Ota had learned that her sisters were staying in place called Ald Raathim. They went on and on about how friendly the people were, the atmosphere of the Taverns, and basically made it seem like a decent place. After much discussion it was decided that any who wanted were free to travel wherever they pleased, but some were perfectly content swatting bugs and sitting in a hot steamy jungle all day.

It was agreed that two months would be spent away from the camp, giving most time to visit relatives and relax, though all were warned to be wary of a highly disciplined excercise routine upon their return. While Ota didnt accompany any of the curious to Ald Raathim, she had opted to spend most fo her time meditating and practicing her Magickal arts. After a lengthy period of reflection she came back to the camp, reassuming her command from Clivis, and watching the Valley...very soon though she knew she would end up in Ald Raathim...for one reason or another.

Loranna

Mar 28 2006, 10:43 PM

At some point this past year, while playing with Fjord in the herb garden and humming softly to the baby growing within her, Loranna paused, struck by a sudden though that she voiced aloud.

"Where have we all gone?" she asked, looking down at her grey-furred son. "Fjord darling, where are they all?"

===

The year passed quickly for Loranna, so quickly that she had to wonder where it went, just like she wondered where her friends were. Her baby son grew fast; by the time she weaned him off her breast, he was already coming up to her knee, his fur stained with the curse that she herself bore - and which his sibling would doubtless bear, as well as their children. Henceforth, the Pyrel blood would bear the mark of Azura's displeasure with her former Incarnate, the mark of Loranna's first signs of independance from the Daedra Prince. A proud legacy to bear, she told herself one day as she wondered what color Fjord's fur would have been naturally, one that the Dunmer shared with them ...

The world outside of the castle continued to rage in the theros of war, and though her son and soon to be born second child occupied much of her time, Loranna couldn't keep herself out of Ald Raathim's affairs. Seeing her baby son playing under the silver-veined tree in the garden filled her eyes with tears and her heart with a burning passion to help Ald Raathim grow, to nurture the city as she nurtured her baby boy.

She worked with Kallen and Glacia as much as her stamina would allow, alternating between holding Fjord in her arms while discussing matters of commerce and planning functions, and leaving her son in the care of a Suthay-Raht nanny who had herself borne two Cathays, and knew the trials the Duchess faced in controlling the young boy. She met with the new Magister of the Mage Guild and with the envoy of the Imperial Embassy, she saw to it that the Drunken Guar was finally rebuilt, larger and more prosperious than before, and she made arrangements for the champions of the Arena circuit to have several high-profile bouts in Ald Raathim's Arena, the proceeds used to help build new housing for those refugees that still came to the city. Gone at long last were the tents that had filled the village green long ago, and within the rebuilt walls of the city, Ald Raathim grew.

To be honest, Loranna couldn't have avoided getting back into the politics of the city if she had wanted to. With the Nord invasion and the loss of Mournhold, there were noises from the Nord village - newcomers mostly, having come to the city to encourage their fellow countrymen to join the crusade to take back Morrowind like in the days of old. For a tense couple of months, it looked almost like Ald Raathim would be torn apart by conflict from within, and once even Loranna confided to her friend Queen Dinara that she didn't know what to do, if the Nords that had helped build the city turned against her.

In the end though, with her father's help, Loranna smoothed out relations with the Nordic community in Ald Raathim. Many who had lived here for the past few years found civic spirit more compelling than calls to harken to ancient glories, and Loranna showed evne her fiercest detractors that, no matter what her religious beliefs or her marriage to cats or her lowland ancestry suggested, she was a Nord by blood and no one - no one - was going to mess with her city without going through her first. Several scowling Nords were banished from the city, never to return; when last Loranna or Gram heard they were part of the forces beseighing Blacklight.

===

She bid old friends farewell; Gistral she wrote to, wishing him luck in his future endevors and asking him to return someday to tell her what he found in the desert sands. Goranthir she bid farewell to, sadly but resolutely promising him that "Our days as comrades in arms are not wholly over yet, dear; someday we will adventure again ..." Barenziah and Dinara she sent off to Mournhold with many fond farewells, the Queen mother having been an indispensible source of advice for balancing the twin duties of statesmanship and motherhood.

She brought new life into the world; Dres Alanya Pyrel, Ohmes-Raht born in Frostfall, her skin as grey as her mother's, her eyes achingly blue, as opposed to her brother's amber eyes. Loranna was a bit surprised; Jazbet must have had a blue-eyed relative somewhere ...

Fjord was fascinated by his newborn sister; already taller than any baby his age, he seemed to regard Alanya as his personal charge. Alanya, on the other hand, regarded the entire castle as her personal playpen, and often it took both Loranna and her nanny to keep the rambunctious infant from crawling into the laps of visiting dignitaries and pawing through their pockets and clothes, especially if they had anything enchanted on them. Loranna predicted that Alanya would become the terror of Ald Raathim by the time she was a teenager, and made a mental note to ask Anya sometime to help teach her daughter - if the latest Pyrel was going to stick her nose into everywhere, she'd rather have her learn from the best.

Still, both Pyrel children seemed to take well to Goranthir, both being oddly well-behaved at his Investure Ceremony and both enjoying his company tremendously. Loranna told Goranthir with a laugh "A good sign for the future friendship between Firsthold and Ald Raathim - as if we needed any further assurance, dear."

During these past two years, Loranna avoided being actively involved in any adventuring. However, as Queen Dinara's frustrations became more apparent, Loranna met with her friend in private to discuss possiblychanging that soon ...

(more to come)

AND

Mar 28 2006, 10:58 PM

I'm sorry if im intruding, but its sad to see this FINALLY end...... especially since i might've been rejoining......
and i mean actually rejoin, not like when i said i was coming back, and then i just posted one post, then i left.

Well it was fun with my tiny little stub within this immense roleplay.

ill be around the forums

Tricrux

Mar 28 2006, 11:35 PM

The Moonguard patriarch is finally dead. A rocky interlude period now begins in which the new government sets up, trying to rein in the corruption and vagrancy that characterized the past year. Diamond's sister Arabel wards off suitors and wonders occasionally where her younger sister and heir has disappeared to - she was never told.

Diamond herself has taken to accompanying Glacia and Kallen in their work, which lessens the amount of time she can spend at the Nymph; in her fleeting spare time she has taken up staff combat in self-defense, learning from her harrowing past experiences with Celeste and the vampires and has gotten as a gift from Marein an eccentric telescoping staff which she carries with her.

She's not very good.

She continues to paint, which she does largely when she ought to be asleep; the heroes just keep coming and she has painted eight in the past two years. The Wall will be up to date soon.

Diamond has tried to take up magic but found herself unable to commit to a particular field, finding aptitude in none, which limits her progress.

A single witness to the scene five months ago at the Noggin let word out that Diamond was of high birth; now that she is the heir to Moonguard, she has suitors to look forward to herself in the coming year.

Nalion

Mar 28 2006, 11:44 PM

Nalion's Story

Although bringing Somnia to Cyrodiil had taken some time, Nalion still had attended the celebrations around the birth of both of Loranna's children. He enjoyed just to sit and talk to his friends - for once free of any looming threats - and eat and drink. The celebration was formidable as always in Ald Raathim, and it was truly a time Nalion cherished, taking a break from the toils of the Arena and celebrating the birth of a new life.

After the festivities to the birth of Fjord though, Nalion returned to Llainfair, first to see how Somnia fared and later on, after they discovered the peculiar ability Somnia possessed, he left again, heading towards Cyrodiil. It was an errand that was his alone and which had been sparked while being at the twisted statue of Vanus Galerion in Mannimarco's city Lasthold. He had seen Lirielle's body there and although he knew it to be a mind's trick, the mage wanted to see the place where he had buried her all these years ago. It took him some time to find it. The little house he and his wife had built for themselves still stood, but belonged to someone else now. On the hill behind it still lay the stone plate with Lirielle's name engraved on it. A tree grew next to this place, and her grave was surrounded by bushes with blue blossoms and Flax and Tiger Lily. Memories came back and despite Nalion's tears, he smiled.

Cyrodiil was as beautiful as it was dangerous. Most of the time Nalion spent there was before all the adventures he had lived through, and thus was oblivious to what adventurers would see all day. Now the mage had a different view, of course, and looked at the Ayleid ruins with interest instead of widely avoiding them like the common people. Whether his view was more wise than theirs was doubtful, though.

The mage also took up studying again, taking the chance to visit the Imperial Library and some of the finest bookstores in Cyrodiil. As a traveler, he also did not miss to see the Dragonfires in the temple of the One and walk on the Green Emperor Road. While there, though, the mage was reminded of the gruesome reality shift where he fought alongside Cyndarius' army on this very spot and where undefeatable ghosts had risen and began their slaughter as Arkay lost his influence on the Mundus. He also remembered the White-Gold Tower and it's great palace gate which Cyndarius had opened in their last charge to save the Emperor all these months ago. He wondered how Cyndarius was faring, news from Freetown seemed to be scarce, no wonder with the Civil War in Morrowind still going on, but nontheless...
During his stay in the Imperial City, Nalion chose to reside in one of the best taverns around, with a room featuring a very nice view on the White-Gold Tower and the Imperial Palace, as well as good food and drink and amiable servants.

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 01:41 AM

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 432
The Arena of Ald Raathim

Ghazal A-kemi sat in the shadowy room off the Arena of Ald Raathim, staring at himself in a bent but still shiny silver shield in the corner. He was 18 years old, thin but sinewy. He glared at his own bald-pated, Redguard face, forming an expression he knew would intimidate his opponent.

He pulled out his swort sword. It wasn’t a great one, he knew, just iron, but he polished it hard so it shone and looked much more expensive than it was.

He had to focus his mind, he told himself. He couldn't think about who was maybe in the stands watching. The Duchess of Ald Raathim. The Queen and Queen Mother of Morrowind ...

The opponent Ghazal would be facing, he understood, was new at the Arena battles at well. Whoever he was, he was a local, and undefeated in the half dozen fights he had already been in. He was apparently a pure warrior.

Ghazal smiled as he thought of the spells he knew: merely a fireball spell and a charm for personal healing, but that should give him the advantage over this fellow. It was smart, Ghazal thought, to have done this research before hand.

The sound of applause died away outside. Evidently, the last Arena fight was over. Ghazal went to the door to be announced.

As he stepped out into the cool, Springtide wide open court of the Arena, and saw his opponent for the first time, Ghazal A-kemi silently swore.

“Stendarr, it’s a girl,” he spat, annoyed.

Still, he gave the 14-year-old Nord girl, Tilitalia, the “look” of intimidation, and began spinning his short sword, bent slightly over, preparing to spring …

SpartanShea117

Mar 29 2006, 02:01 AM

Kratos-3E432

The famed former warleader of the Temple had been learning many valuable lessons and traditions from the Children of the Sky. Although he was not met with kindness from the majority of the Nordic population because of his Dunmeri birth he was still accepted by some, mostly in his favorite little village of Pagran. He grew ever more resistant to the cold with every expedition into the wilderness, which was saying alot next to the fondness for his humid homeland.

Though he had not many friends in the land, he had met one that he found was easily adored. The Nord's name was Siegfried son of Siegmond.

Kratos sat on the log next to Siegfried as their freshly killed boar turned on the spit over their fire. They had made camp in the shelter of an overhanging cliff on top of a frozen mountain in Skyrim's rough country.

"Have I ever told you of my brave conquest of the fierce dragon Fafnir and the superior horde I now possess, Elf?" The rugged yet handsome Nord said as he poked the boar to see if it was ready to devour.

The Dunmer glanced at Siegfried and laughed. "Only about one hundred times, my friend." He said, turning his sight back to the flickering flames as he realized he was going to hear it again with or without his consent.

"There I was, the son of a local blacksmith who had only the dream of one day escaping into his own little adventure ..." The Nord continued on with his chronicle through the night whilst Kratos gazed happily at the stars.

Kratos and Siegfried continued their trek through Skyrim and grew into the best of friends but Kratos missed Morrowind dearly and decided he would return soon.

Xyber02

Mar 29 2006, 03:04 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 28 2006, 11:41 PM)

Still, he gave the 14-year-old Nord girl, Tilitalia, the “look” of intimidation, and began spinning his short sword, bent slightly over, preparing to spring …

Anya glanced from a secluded spot, studying the match. She had followed Tilitalia's progress on and off, and the visits when she went to see her half-brother. Tilitalia certianly had a chance to learn from the best, not that Anya wished for any other training than Vondicus. Anya thought Tilitalia carried herself well, for the age she was.

The past year advanced much the same as the year before. She continued her training, learning new abilities and using them extensively. She refrained from open warfare, no longer an iconic figure in the battles plaguing eastern Tamriel. Instead, she remained a shadowy figure, employing her skills out of any light. Assassination, Anya noticed, didn't sit well with those she called friends, so she contented herself with information gathering.

Along the lines of information gathering, she followed behind Dayla as her mater relaided the groundworks for the existing network of contacts. Unfortunately, they were laid over a period of four thousand years, and Anya had only been working for a mere two. That fustrated her to no end.

She would see Shaka whenever she deemed she had extra time, but she could see his discontent with their lack of time spent together. Still, she didn't think there was much of a way around it, and contented herself with the visists they shared.

Anya grinned, baring her sharp teeth, where no one could see her. The shortsword began spinning, signaling the start of what should prove to be a fun match to watch.

S'reddit

Mar 29 2006, 03:13 AM

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
The Arena of Ald Raathim

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Mar 29 2006, 12:04 AM)

Anya grinned, baring her sharp teeth, where no one could see her. The shortsword began spinning, signaling the start of what should prove to be a fun match to watch.

Kethiah too had been out of the way, having a meeting with one of her agents, in a shaded spot far from listening ears. When Tilitalia's match was called, she brought the meeting to an end, and moved to the edge of the Arena to watch. She smiled. Even from this distance, she could see the concentration in Tilitalia's eyes. She was tall for her age already, but still several inches shorter than the older teenaged Redguard, and even thinner than him, all legs and arms, like a coltish pony.

She looked to Ghazal too, and saw the childish stare of intimidation he offered Tilitalia. That almost made Kethiah laugh. He thought he could scare the little girl.

No chance of that. Kethiah had been training with Tilitalia. It was not quite the training she herself had received in her youth, the training of the Morag Tong, but Tilitalia was a dedicated student and a fierce fighter.

Kethiah took a seat, not noticing how close Anya was, as intent as she was in the match's beginning.

S'reddit

Mar 29 2006, 07:28 AM

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
The Arena of Ald Raathim

Glacia had always particularly enjoyed Arena fights – of a sort. She wasn’t a bloodthirsty girl, but after a day of negotiating, politely, matters of great importance, it was refreshing for a diplomat to sit and watch people go at it more honestly. In truth, she thought of herself as Loranna’s gladiatorial combatant, going against the Emperor, the Redoran/Indoril Alliance, Helseth, and whoever else came along, but in a sweet way.

The point being, she dragged Reeds to any fight she could, and they were both present at this occasion.

Glacia loved every second of every moment she was with Reeds. Could she imagine tearing off her clothes and leaping upon his cold, reptilian scales? No, though she had tried imaging it – it would be so much easier if she could. The truth was that try as she might, she had never found anyone as well-read and funny and wise as him. And though she thought, seeing Slashes and Red-Rock-Shadow, that it would have been better if Reeds had met another Argonian, she would be insanely jealous if anyone else had sparked his attention.

But still, here at the Arena, in a good seat, she held his clawed hand, and rooted for Tilitalia, the daughter of Reeds’s friend Isidor, one of the men who had come to rescue her in Firsthold, two years before.

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 08:28 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 12:41 AM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
The Arena of Ald Raathim

Ghazal A-kemi sat in the shadowy room off the Arena of Ald Raathim, staring at himself in a bent but still shiny silver shield in the corner. He was 18 years old, thin but sinewy. He glared at his own bald-pated, Redguard face, forming an expression he knew would intimidate his opponent.

He pulled out his swort sword. It wasn’t a great one, he knew, just iron, but he polished it hard so it shone and looked much more expensive than it was.

He had to focus his mind, he told himself. He couldn't think about who was maybe in the stands watching. The Duchess of Ald Raathim. The Queen and Queen Mother of Morrowind ...

The opponent Ghazal would be facing, he understood, was new at the Arena battles at well. Whoever he was, he was a local, and undefeated in the half dozen fights he had already been in. He was apparently a pure warrior.

Ghazal smiled as he thought of the spells he knew: merely a fireball spell and a charm for personal healing, but that should give him the advantage over this fellow. It was smart, Ghazal thought, to have done this research before hand.

The sound of applause died away outside. Evidently, the last Arena fight was over. Ghazal went to the door to be announced.

As he stepped out into the cool, Springtide wide open court of the Arena, and saw his opponent for the first time, Ghazal A-kemi silently swore.

“Stendarr, it’s a girl,” he spat, annoyed.

Still, he gave the 14-year-old Nord girl, Tilitalia, the “look” of intimidation, and began spinning his short sword, bent slightly over, preparing to spring …

Tilitalia faced the redguard, her longsword gripped tightly in her hand.

She couldn't deny that she was nervous, but she felt ready. Ready to win or lose. Ready to fight.

With that, she rushed at Ghazal, aiming her sword for his slightly bent over head.

===

Isidor walked into the arena as the fight began, and took a seat next to Kethiah, not saying a word.

Tyradil stood by the ringside, watching the fight begin.

vaanic~one

Mar 29 2006, 03:46 PM

Vaan's Two Annum Summary:

The highlight of this year for Vaan has been fighting off the Redoran incursion into northeast Morrowind. Despite the fact that he is considered one off the more milder Telvanni, Vaan still enjoyed showing the Redoran how powerful they were. After a successfull counter-attack, Vaan remained thoroughly unscaved.

House Telvanni's sudden, albeit forced, entrance into the war left Vaan a very pleased Mer. It means that he can give his personal assistance to Ald Raathim and it's heroes more freely. Also, the fact that he was never neutral in the first place, having been a Muatramer, allows him to begin attacking his old foes again on behalf of his house. It is apparent, perhaps, that the role of Warlord cannot escape this Mer.

He has also spent time tracing his family tree. Most people trace their ancestors...Vaan on the otherhand, is tracing his offspring. Quite odd, you will perhaps agree. Maybe he can use these people (whom he hopes have remained in the house) as allies to his intentions, if the need ever arises. One can imagine, however, the reaction if a man come up to you and says "Hello! I'm your great great great [and it goes on like this for quite some time] Grandfather!", now you realise why the Telvanni don't do families.

Vaan's position in the house is still "significant", though we still don't know exactly what it is. He has still been visiting Ald Raathim on regular occasions, tinkering with the crabs (machine restoration is a lengthy process). At this precise moment, Vaan is in fact residing in Ald Raathim, watching an Arena battle about to begin.

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 05:13 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 08:28 AM)

The expression on Ghazal's face changed quickly as he noted Tilitalia's advanced maneuver and her skill with her blade. He pivoted to avoid being hit on the head, but was struck on his non-sword arm. Wincing, he moved out of her range, and cast a healing spell on the wound.

"Nicely done," the Redguard said. "I won't underestimate you again."

stargate525

Mar 29 2006, 05:13 PM

QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 29 2006, 05:28 AM)

The point being, she dragged Reeds to any fight she could, and they were both present at this occasion.

Glacia loved every second of every moment she was with Reeds. Could she imagine tearing off her clothes and leaping upon his cold, reptilian scales? No, though she had tried imaging it – it would be so much easier if she could. The truth was that try as she might, she had never found anyone as well-read and funny and wise as him. And though she thought, seeing Slashes and Red-Rock-Shadow, that it would have been better if Reeds had met another Argonian, she would be insanely jealous if anyone else had sparked his attention.

Reeds was not much of a fan of the arena games. That being said, he did many things with Glacia that he would dislike doing by himself. He greatly enjoyed her company and, he guessed, so did she. In fact, it was not often that you would find Reeds and Glacia apart from each other for more than a day. It was by all appearances a good romance with the one problematic exception; there was no romance involved in it.

Reeds could not say that he was surprised about this. After all, he was raised by Imperials in a classically Imperial town. He was a teenager once, and was used to rejection. Most of all, Reeds wanted Glacia to be happy. He knew that Glacia was possesive of him, spending an evening in the Nymph was enough to prove that to him, but he couldn't help but wonder if he was really what was best for Glacia. She was young, barely twenty, and Reeds was about a decade older. He was sure that she could find someone else that she would be just as happy with. But Reeds didn't do anything about that, partially from not wanting to drive Glacia away again, and partially becuase of his own greed. His relationship was not everything that he could want, but his life had been immeasurably more enjoyable with Glacia than without her, and that was something he would not give up without a fight.

Mar 29 2006, 06:59 PM

The Isle of Artaeum

With each passing day, more and more information was discovered about the Mythic Dawn. Loremaster Celarus had tried to discuss the cult with the Emperor, but he was a stubborn man. Uriel seemed to put his faith in the stars.

B’s thoughts drifted back to his lesson. “Today, we will start with a very basic task,” he explained to the initiates. “Do you see that cup over there?” He pointed to a silver chalice that was resting atop a boulder. “I want someone to retrieve it for me.”

A young Breton boy ran to the rock, picked up the cup, and began his return trip. “Stop!” B bellowed. “Return the cup to the rock, please.”

Dejected, the young lad placed the cup back in its resting place. Several students tried to contain their laughter.

“That was not what I had in mind. Anyone else want to try a different approach?” The instructor surveyed to group, looking for a volunteer. “My dear, why don’t you give it a try.”

The very instant the instructor finished his request, one of the students snickered and remarked, “Of course she can do it. She can do everything.” With that, several of the other students snickered as well.

“That will be enough! I will not tolerate that type of behavior during one of my lessons.” The Psijic master restored order, and the young girl continued.

The mer focused her will. Reaching out with her thoughts, she seized hold of the cup, and the cup began to shift and shake. Then, it ascended. Slowly rising from the boulder, the cup floated into the air and back towards its commander. Gliding like a bird, the cup made its way to the girl’s outstretched arm.

“Beautifully done,” he said as he looked at his students. “Class is dismissed,” B spoke softly. “Be back here in half of an hour.”

The students scattered.

Nalion

Mar 29 2006, 07:37 PM

Nalion's Story
Go Cyrodilly, Part I

The Imperial City, Cyrodiil

Flavia sighed. It was always the same boring work: cleaning up one of the rooms in the tavern while its current inhabitant was out for business. One room, then the next, then the third and so on. Every day. She knew every wooden tile on the floor of each room, every little edge of a wardrobe that caught the dust. At least, she had work and the pay was acceptable. First, she had busied herself with exchanging the bedsheets, setting up new pillows, then wiped the floor with a wet towel. The windows were next. They belonged to one of the better rooms and the tavern counted itself among the finer ones in the Capital. The windows offered a beautiful view on the White-Gold Tower and the splendid buildings of the best quarter in the Imperial City.
Flavia continued her grooming humming a tune, then she went on and began wiping the table when something laying on the desk caught her eye. It was a sturdy leather bag containing many parchments, with letters in an intricate, but rather tiny handwriting. Flavia was widely known as a chatterbox among the tavern's serving girls and she was as nosey and inquisitive as she liked to spread new gossip. Looking around the room and peeking outside on the aisle, she made sure noone was about. Then, she returned to the bag of parchments, took a few of them out and looked at them. Unbeknownst to many, the chatter she so freely distributed mostly came from actions such as these. Ill-hidden loveletters or awful - and thus funny - poetry were so much fun to read, and the prospect of telling her friends and being in the center of attention once more made Flavia giggle.
The current renter didn't seem too likely a candidate for compromising material to her, but then, she remembered a saying of her grandmother: "It's the quiet ones you've got to watch out for, darling!"
Flavia chose a random piece of parchment and began to read, her expression expectant and interested.

However, the giggling stopped as soon as she had finished reading the first paragraph.
"Gods and Emperor!", she muttered and suddenly, her hand holding the parchment was trembling.

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 07:42 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 04:13 PM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
The Arena of Ald Raathim
The expression on Ghazal's face changed quickly as he noted Tilitalia's advanced maneuver and her skill with her blade. He pivoted to avoid being hit on the head, but was struck on his non-sword arm. Wincing, he moved out of her range, and cast a healing spell on the wound.

"Nicely done," the Redguard said. "I won't underestimate you again."

Titlitalia didn't like to talk, when fighting. She thought it was a distraction.

Noticing that he had a healing spell, she kicked herself for knowing almost no magic.

She repositioned herself, and then jumped at him, bringing her sword down in a slash at his sword hand.

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 08:04 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 07:42 PM)

Ghazal side-stepped the sword swing, and elegantly moved to a reverse roundhouse kick, aimed at the precise moment when she had landed from the jump and hadn't righted her balance yet.

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 08:10 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 07:04 PM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
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Ghazal side-stepped the sword swing, and elegantly moved to a reverse roundhouse kick, aimed at the precise moment when she had landed from the jump and hadn't righted her balance yet.

Tilitalia crumpled to her feet, as the kick hit the back of her legs. She turned over, and struggled to grab her sword, in an effort to defend herself.

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 08:17 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 08:10 PM)

Tilitalia crumpled to her feet, as the kick hit the back of her legs. She turned over, and struggled to grab her sword, in an effort to defend herself.

Tilitalia narrowly missed being hit in the gut by Khazal's sword swing. Instead, it stabbed at her leg, but gave her time to retrieve her sword.

In the stands, Kethiah's eyes remained on the fight, but at the sight of Tilitalia's blood, her hand grasped Isidor's.

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 08:34 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 07:17 PM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
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Tilitalia narrowly missed being hit in the gut by Khazal's sword swing. Instead, it stabbed at her leg, but gave her time to retrieve her sword.

In the stands, Kethiah's eyes remained on the fight, but at the sight of Tilitalia's blood, her hand grasped Isidor's.

Tilitalia swore, and tried to ignore the pain in her leg. She stumbled to her feet, and took her sword in her hand. She struck out hard at Khazal, swinging at him with a flurry of strikes.

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 08:39 PM

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 432
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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 08:34 PM)

Tilitalia swore, and tried to ignore the pain in her leg. She stumbled to her feet, and took her sword in her hand. She struck out hard at Khazal, swinging at him with a flurry of strikes.

"She's losing her temper," Kethiah sighed to Isidor, watching them. "She has to watch that. She's already wounded, she'll be exhausted soon ... This is the first time she's fought someone better than her, and she's frustrated."

Ghazal took advantage of this, using the minimum of energy to stay close to her, encouraging the attacks, while dodging them.

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 09:02 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 07:39 PM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
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"She's losing her temper," Kethiah sighed to Isidor, watching them. "She has to watch that. She's already wounded, she'll be exhausted soon ... This is the first time she's fought someone better than her, and she's frustrated."

Ghazal took advantage of this, using the minimum of energy to stay close to her, encouraging the attacks, while dodging them.

Isidor grimaced slightly while watching the fight, but didn't say anything.

Tilitalia stopped swinging the sword, and backed up, holding the sword up, to block any attacks.

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 09:13 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 09:02 PM)

Isidor grimaced slightly while watching the fight, but didn't say anything.

Tilitalia stopped swinging the sword, and backed up, holding the sword up, to block any attacks.

Ghazal moved into attack position, and then, unexpectedly, launched a fireball at Tilitalia with his free hand.

Kethiah jumped to her feet.

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 09:20 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 08:13 PM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 321
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Ghazal moved into attack position, and then, unexpectedly, launched a fireball at Tilitalia with his free hand.

Kethiah jumped to her feet.

Isidor got to his feet as well, squeezing Kethiah's hand tightly.

Tilitalia jumped out of the way of the fireball, doing a sort of half summersault to the right, as the spell cruised past. Unfortunately, she landed somewhat akwardly, stumbling slightly, giving Ghazal a perfect opportunity to disarm her, or strike her ...

syronj

Mar 29 2006, 09:20 PM

11 Rain's Hand, House of Dibella

Shaka's first act after donating to the House of Dibella was to finish washing up. He noticed with appreciation a Redguard woman whose braids included gold ornaments. Sitting in the warm bath, Shaka frowned, struck by a memory of another whose hair held gold: King Lhotun.

Shaka thought back to the days of celebration in Sentinel following the War of the Wormgod, two years past now. King Lhotun had once asked Shaka to return and speak with him if he succeeded in becoming Ra'Gada. Shaka had asked for an audience with the King then, and thanked Lhotun for the gift of his blood.

Shaka would never forget the parting words of the king: Even though Shaka's appearance now conformed to his soul, it was not enough to become Ra'Gada. To truly understand his people, Shaka would have to live among them, in Hammerfell.

Seated in the bath in Ald Raathim, Shaka looked down for a moment. My duty also lies with Ald Raathim, with the Duchess, he thought. Shaka couldn't stay in Hammerfell yet. Perhaps he could retire there one day, or at least wait until the end of the civil war.

But then it hit Shaka: if he was so loyal to Loranna, why had he become more distant in the last few years? True, the Duchess had a family now and a welter of responsibilities to her people. But somehow the old camaraderie, the family, had spun away like dancers at a ball: each in a different direction.

Shaka felt a little ashamed, and knew he had been given matters to think on. He knew he still loved Anya, though she now had more responsibilities and cares than he would ever know. But where was Shaka heading, anyway?

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 09:24 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 09:20 PM)

With a deft flick of his blade, Ghazal knocked the sword out of Tilitalia's hand and grabbed it. Now with both blades at her throat, he said, respectfully, "Do you yield?"

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 09:28 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 08:24 PM)

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With a deft flick of his blade, Ghazal knocked the sword out of Tilitalia's hand and grabbed it. Now with both blades at her throat, he said, respectfully, "Do you yield?"

Tilitalia shook with anger. With her father and step-mother in the crowd -- perfect.

"Yes." She muttered.

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 09:35 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 09:28 PM)

Tilitalia shook with anger. With her father and step-mother in the crowd -- perfect.

"Yes." She muttered.

Ghazal A-kemi grinned and handed her back her sword, wiping the sweat from his brow with his newly freed hand. "Good fight."

Together they bowed to the Duchess, Queen, and Queen-Mother in the stands.

Kethiah pulled at Isidor's hand. "Come on. Let's go talk to her. She's bound to be disappointed, poor thing. We have to let her know that it was bound to happen sometime."

Stargazey

Mar 29 2006, 09:41 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 08:35 PM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 432
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Ghazal A-kemi grinned and handed her back her sword, wiping the sweat from his brow with his newly freed hand. "Good fight."

Together they bowed to the Duchess, Queen, and Queen-Mother in the stands.

Kethiah pulled at Isidor's hand. "Come on. Let's go talk to her. She's bound to be disappointed, poor thing. We have to let her know that it was bound to happen sometime."

Tilitalia nodded, and grinned, in spite of herself.

Isidor and Kethiah made their way out of the stands, and towards the pitch. Isidor gripped his daughter on the shoulder. "You did good, as good as you could possibly have done."

ooc -- Back in around forty five minutes.

Nalion

Mar 29 2006, 09:46 PM

Nalion's Story
Go Cyrodilly, Part II

The Imperial City, Cyrodiil

Decus Martius was a captain of the city guard in Cyrodiil. The hard-faced Imperial in his mid-forties had been an experienced solfier in the legion, but then settled down with his wife in Cyrodiil as a guardsman of the city watch. The Imperial had his own thoughts on the current situation in Cyrodiil. "The Emperor, may the Nine bless him ..is losing his edge.", he used to mutter, but in a fond way, "He's old, something noone can cure and for a man who had suffered so much in the time of the Imperial Simulacrum - Jagar Tharns years as ursurper of the throne - he reigned long, and not unsuccessful. Got promising heirs, though."

In front of him on his desk, which stood in a separate room of the strictly functional furnished city watch barracks lay a piece of parchment. An order.
"Potential unrest, eh?", he muttered, looking at the paper. "And of the most unpleasant kind. People such as these must be taken care of. Never thought they would have the nerve of showing up in the city."
Decus took his shortsword of imperial fabrication from the weapons rack in the chamber, slid it into its scabbard and fastened it to his belt. Then, the captain went outside into the barrack yard to gather some of his men. The sun was already setting, which meant that Decus would probably miss dinner at home. Not really a prospect that lifted his mood, especially this time, since he did not have the nightwatch. His men were quickly assembled, four sturdy warriors and a spellsword, all good and trusted men of the city watch. With brief words, Decus outlined what they had to do and earned nods from the men. It was nothing special. Standard, every guard had seen and done it a thousand times or more. Standard, easy, but again, it was time consuming and it prevented Decus from dinner with his wife.
"No heavy armour, we don't want to alert everyone in this quarter. It's a good neighborhood...mostly.", Decus commanded, then he and his men marched out. Their goal was a tavern in one of the best quarters of the Capital, where they had been given a hint to illegal activities. Once there, they met the girl who had given the hint to the city watch. She obviously was frightened.
"You are Flavia, right?", Decus asked the serving girl and she nodded. "Then lead us to the room."
Flavia nodded again and began climbing the steps to the upper floor. The city watch men followed, trying to be as quiet as they could on the wooden stairs.
"This is it.", Flavia whispered and pointed at a door. "This is where I found the documents."
"Your loyalty will be rewarded, Flavia.", Decus said in a low voice and nodded to his men. He held up three fingers and counted down silently. When his hand formed a fist, there was a loud crack and the door to the room swung open. The boots of the legionaires trampled on the floor and there was shouting. The occupant of the room was caught in surprise, sitting at a desk and reading his parchments. Moments after the guards had entered, they had fastened shackles on the man and had yanked him on his feet. Then, the watchmen turned him towards Decus.
It was a Breton, just as the serving girl had said. Brown hair, of medium length, matching brown eyes. Clean shaved, good clothes, apparently someone who had enough coin to finance a better way of life. On each hand gleamed a ring, one shimmering green, one blue. The dagger the Breton had carried fastened to his belt had been taken from him the moment one of Decus' guards had grabbed him. A steel staff leaned on an adjacent wall.

"In the name of the Most High Uriel Septim VII, Guarantor of Right and Justice, you are hereby under arrest upon grounds of possession of forbidden documents on the banned Selective of Maruhk, blasphemy and adherence to forbidden fanatical doctrines.", Decus said in his most sincere voice.

"What?", the Breton asked, still surprised by this sudden attack.

Decus took the leather bag from the table and after looking through them, he presented some pieces of paper.
"This will be enough to convince any judge. Now, give me your name before we take you to your new 'chamber', fanatic."
The Breton looked at the documents, then remembered. He had carried these parchments with him for a long time, copies of a much older book, describing the practices of the radical Alessians and a special order among them. The Maruhkati Selective. Dances on a tower. Vital information that had helped him in the past, to do what needed to be done...

"I am called Nalion.", the Breton said. "I am not unknown to those of importance in this city."

"Soon, all of the city will know you.", Decus said, shrugging emotionlessly. "There are ways we deal with your kind. First, it will be a cold cell, and soon, there will be a hot fire for you, Alessian... Now, take him away."

Having stepped aside and hiding in another empty room, Flavia smiled. She would be the talk among the servant maids for months now, having helped to arrest a criminal.
Decus, the Imperial captain of the watch, though, had different thoughts. He might still just be on time for dinner at home...

dentris

Mar 29 2006, 09:50 PM

432, 3E

P'Rassha wasn't there when Fjord was born, but soon enough, he managed to earn a special title in the Pyrel's house: assistant baby-sitter. While the "nanny" was pretty good to take care of the child, P'Rassha loved to tell stories to the young boy in Ta'Agra until he felt asleep. He never translated these stories, saying that it was a secret between Fjord and him, even though Fjord was still too young to understand them properly, in a language than wasn't even its mother's, but P'Rassha was excellent at putting the child to sleep, so it wasn't really worrying.

One day, when Alanya was about to be born, P'Rassha translated for the first time to Loranna and some of his closest friends the story he just told to Fjord.

"P'Rassha once met the greatest of all living khajiit: the Mane. As some of you might know, the Mane is an unique breed of khajiit. Only one is born every generation and he is khajiit's spiritual and political leader. As a youngling, P'Rassha's father, a devoted Dagi from the southern parts of the central desert, earned the right to meet the Mane and ask a single question.

P'Rassha's father question was about his oldest son: P'Rassha. He asked if there was a single moment in his son's life his son should prepare to and how?

The Mane's answer was cryptic, as always, but he gave just enough to understand what he trully meant when the right moment came. He answered with a metaphor.

One day, after Ahnurr and Fadomai gave birth to their first litter, a quarrel errupted between Fadomai's two favorite daughter: Khenarti and Mara. Mara had the softest fur there is, while Khenarti's fur was always ruffled by the winds she controlled. Mara had the love of Ahnurr and Fadomai, while Khenarti was lonely in the sky where only her could reach. Out of jealousy, Khenarti tricked Mara. The Winds whispered to the Mother-Cat that their brothers, Alkosh, Magrus and S'Rendarr were fighting for Mara's love. Everyone of them were jealous of Mara's love for the others. The Winds even whispered to her sister that they were all planning of stealing Mara from the others. That way, only one brother could be loved by Mara. The Winds went to the point of whispering to Mara that their love to her were so great they were slowly forgetting Ahnurr's and Fadomai's love.

Mara was disturbed by the Winds revelations. Her love for her brothers turned them one against each others. Everything she was made for was only a poisonous gift. She decided that from that very moment, her love would be so sacred that no single person could earn it. But at the same time, if she gave her love to everyone, jealousy would still be present.

When Fadomai died after giving birth to her third litter, Mara turned towards Nirni to find a good lover. And she saw all the people of Nirni fighting for her love, and yet she knew that if she gave her love to a single of them, the problem would still be as bad.

Thus Mara spoke a word, a word that carried change. A change that will be born from Ice and Fire. One that will carry the flesh of two lovers, but the mind of a third. One that will be born from conflict, but raised in peace. One that will be named M'Vabazeri, the young from which change will come."

After that, P'Rassha took some sand out of his bag and washed the sleeping Cathay-raht facial fur with it, making incredible efforts not to woke him.

He whispered to him in Ta'Agra: "Ratra Var M'Vabazeri do."

Then, still whispering trying not to wake up the child: "P'Rassha gave Dres Fjord Pyrel a Sandwalker name, and that name is M'Vabazeri. P'Rassha's most important duty is now over"

Sheogorath

Mar 29 2006, 09:51 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 29 2006, 09:41 PM)

"Better," Kethiah smiled. "There are few little things I noticed in your stance and your swing we can work on later, but I'm proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself. We all face a stronger opponent than ourselves sometimes, and the trick is learning from it."

Loranna

Mar 29 2006, 10:23 PM

QUOTE(dentris @ Mar 29 2006, 08:50 PM)

432, 3E

...

After that, P'Rassha took some sand out of his bag and washed the sleeping Cathay-raht facial fur with it, making incredible efforts not to woke him.

He whispered to him in Ta'Agra: "Ratra Var M'Vabazeri do."

Then, still whispering trying not to wake up the child: "P'Rassha gave Dres Fjord Pyrel a Sandwalker name, and that name is M'Vabazeri. P'Rassha's most important duty is now over"

Loranna had listened to P'Rassha's tale, and when the story was completed she looked down at her son's sand-washed face, and her tearstreaks caught the light in such a way that P'Rassha would swear that his friend was in the grip of an unbearable sorrow.

But the moment passed, and she smiled, her face alight with honest joy as she said "Thank you, P'Rassha; that was beautiful ..."

Later, Gram would be heard scoffing "Pah; Fjord's a good enough name for my grandson. He's already got a Dunmer name; what, will he collect one from every providence?" However, his voice was reasonably good-natured, for he could tell that this strange ceremony meant a lot to P'Rassha and his family.

The red-bearded Nord himself had been alternating his time on the battlefield, winning glory for Ald Raathim, and in the Arena, winning glory for himself. As Fjord grew bigger and bigger Gram watched with interest, and he boasted "He'll have a sword in his hand before he's three years old."

"He'll have a slap on the hand if he does," Loranna had replied, but Gram hadn't minded the look his daughter gave him. Being a grandfather, even a grandfather to a Khajiit, was something Gram found increasingly agreeable as time went on.

When P'Rassha wasn't telling Fjord stories, Gram often took up the task of keeping Fjord occupied, recounting ancient Nordic sagas and tales of Pyrel family heroism for the amber-eyed infant. Fjord for his part seemed to love the tales, whether they were from P'Rassha or Gram, and though neither man knew it, Loranna often caught them both inthe act of relating their stories, and unseen she would cry, joy and loss and and regret for sins not yet commited filling her heart.

... One other storyteller I'd have you hear, my child, but she is beyind my reach, Loranna once thought when Gram was telling Fjord the story of her great-grandfather, who saved the village from a band of Orcs and who quested for King Ordnum's coffer to feed his people in the harsh winter. Someday ...

But there was no word, and in her heart she knew she would have to come to terms with the loss of her most cherished mentor and mother-figure someday, but she stubbornly kept putting it off ...

Sheogorath

Mar 30 2006, 01:46 PM

OOC -- One more Overall Summary to go leading up to the events of Oblivion, so get your character summaries in.

SpartanShea117

Mar 30 2006, 02:22 PM

Kratos-3E432

With the thoughts of Morrowind's welfare weighing heavy on Kratos' mind he returned to Ald Raathim on the 5th of Rain's Hand.

11th of Rain's Hand
The Dunmeri warrior strode to the Bloody Sandal for a drink. He hadn't been to the Arena in some time and he hoped that some of his friends might be there.

vaanic~one

Mar 30 2006, 02:45 PM

Meanwhile, in what was once a little smouldering ruin called Tel Dresori....

...The Temple forces, known as the Muatramer, have rebuilt the town that once stood there. The head architect of the project is none other than Necron, Grandmaster of the Order of Intelligence. He's quite a master with architecture, or so I hear. He had of course, enlisted the help of some surviving merchants and citizens of Tel Dresori to aid him in its rebuilding.

Any remaining ruins were demolished, and the tunnel network was filled in. Only the temple remained, one could not just casually destroy that, especially since it was in such a good state. The walls however, were given a thorough whitewash to remove the...stains.

The general archtitecture style for the town was beautiful. Normal Houses were small white dome-like buildings, made out of the same stone used for many of Morrowinds buildings, all given a whitewash. They were two storeyed, well lit, and suitable for a farming family. These buildings were more common near the bottom of the slope that Tel Dresori sat on - where all the old farms used to be.

Shop buildings were more square in appearance, and larger, though still whitewashed. There was a schoolhouse again, along with other community buildings, such as a mages and fighters guild. The Closer towards the citadel one got, the larger the houses became, these were manor houses, for the richer inhabitants.

The Citadel had also been replaced. It was in fact the first building to be started on, and the last to be completed. Like the rest of the town, it was white, and really stood out due to it's central tower, which gave it a wonderful view over the area. The rest of the citadel appeared as a large collection of domed buildings built together, defended by a perimeter wall.

The whole town still had a distinctivily dunmerish feel to it, though it was fresh and beautiful. A real paradise. odd really, how the mind of an oppressor can come up with something so wonderful, clearly, the dunmer have come quite a long way in these recent years.

After its completion, Some refugees and former citizens of the town came back to live there, some former Muatramer also moved in. Eventually, the town would fill up to its former population size and probably beyond.

Sheogorath

Mar 30 2006, 02:47 PM

Summary – The Mages Guild and Imperial Embassy of Ald Raathim, 3E 431 – 3E 432

Under the leadership of Magister Druitt, the Mages Guild of Ald Raathim expanded its research facilities several fold. Its rather weak library was now the finest in the town. The Guild bought one of the larger nearby townhouses, connected it to the Guild, and filled it: even Slyvos found it to be exhaustive in its breadth, and filled with odd, delightful old tomes he didn’t think existed anymore. This was accomplished through a combination of Druitt’s own connections and patronage of Reeds’s bookshop. The arrangement sometimes took some getting used to, divided up among many rooms, but it was delightful to spend an afternoon in an obscure, quiet former parlor or bedroom, surrounded by books on enchanting or mysticism, knowing that no one would find you or disturb you. If any one did, it was probably the Magister himself, and you would be wise to flee, or get caught in a rambling discussion of some obscure point, which hardly anyone except Slyvos would have found at all interesting.

Across the Village Green, meanwhile, the austere Imperial Embassy had been completed. The last touch was an enormous Cherim tapestry across the formerly rather cold foyer, depicting the Empress Alessia breaking her chains of slavery. It had come from ambassador Diano Asprenas’s personal collection, and he thought it was an appropriate for Ald Raathim. As he finally had a permanent residence in Ald Raathim, he called for his family to join him – a wife, Boydra, a 6-year-old son, Clydetes. Both as fat and as pompous as him.

Dagoth Lich

Mar 30 2006, 03:54 PM

During this past year, Slyvos found himself to come to enjoy some of the changes happening in Ald Raathim. New discoveries he hadn't even thought possible, yet knew to be forthcoming in some form or another eventually, began to come forth in terms of literature and magic. The new Magister of the Mage's Guild was particularly interesting, as he was probably one of the few people besides his wife he could ramble on with about different topics of interest, without boreing them into submission.

As his son grew, and his daughter was born, he prepared himself to deal with raiseing them in different ways. With his son, he did what he figured would be helpful and entertaining to the young khajiit. Of course, what young boy wouldn't enjoy seeing his father create flames and sparkly electricity from his fingers. The fact that this would even hold Fjord's attention at such a young age made old Slyvos rather proud.

With his daughter Alanya, he had been both careing, and yet slightly distant from the girl. Memories of Tel Dresori and his failure at raiseing his first daughter, made him doubt himself in some ways, and brought forth images he dare not allow his thoughts to linger upon. Of course, when he saw just how much Alanya enjoyed pawing at people's clothes and pockets, he just chuckled to himself; he had a feeling that his daughter would be stealing more then just hearts when she got older.

Loranna's worries were apparent to him enough for him to realize in some detail what her thoughts were dwelling on, and he shared her concerns in those instances. So much pressure to be the best, it wasn't fair to their children... and the potential danger always present, was not a comforting idea to the old mage.

Stargazey

Mar 30 2006, 04:01 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 29 2006, 08:51 PM)

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"Better," Kethiah smiled. "There are few little things I noticed in your stance and your swing we can work on later, but I'm proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself. We all face a stronger opponent than ourselves sometimes, and the trick is learning from it."

"It wasn't good enough," Tilitalia said, looking down at her feet. "Not as good as Tyradil, or as you, or as dad."

Sheogorath

Mar 30 2006, 04:15 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 30 2006, 04:01 PM)

"It wasn't good enough," Tilitalia said, looking down at her feet. "Not as good as Tyradil, or as you, or as dad."

"You think any of us won all our fights?" Kethiah asked, and pointed to her one violet-colored eye. "I got this as a result of facing an opponent who was stronger than me, and I was much older than you are now. You have many more victories in your future, but there will be more defeats as well. I know you don't have any contempt for the people you've beaten, because you know they are training now as we speak to get better. Don't have contempt for yourself. Tomorrow, why don't we go hunting?"

stargate525

Mar 30 2006, 04:57 PM

3E 432

Lt. Valerius has been kept busy, to say the least. He and his men participated in many of the battles in the war, and spent a great deal of time in Vvardenfell, fighting alongside his men in the King's service. His current tour finished, he and his men are now back at Ald Raathim, ejoying some hard earned leisure time.

Stargazey

Mar 30 2006, 05:18 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 30 2006, 03:15 PM)

11 Rain’s Hand 3E 432
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"You think any of us won all our fights?" Kethiah asked, and pointed to her one violet-colored eye. "I got this as a result of facing an opponent who was stronger than me, and I was much older than you are now. You have many more victories in your future, but there will be more defeats as well. I know you don't have any contempt for the people you've beaten, because you know they are training now as we speak to get better. Don't have contempt for yourself. Tomorrow, why don't we go hunting?"

Tilitalia smiled a little bit.

"... That sounds interesting, I think it'd be fun." She said. "But, I'm tired now, and a little hungry. Are we heading home?"

dentris

Mar 30 2006, 05:45 PM

3E 432

Between the time spent taking care of Fjord and Alanya (which P'Rassha called Baanasi), enjoying his life with his brother's family and storytelling some ancient epic adventures, the huge Cathay-raht Khajiit was often found daydreaming.

A sedentary style of living wasn't for P'Rassha, and staying idle for too long in one place was horrible for the bipedal jaguar's morale. It was clear that P'Rassha was just waiting for a good opportunity to go into a new adventure again.

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Sheogorath

Mar 30 2006, 06:22 PM

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QUOTE(Stargazey @ Mar 30 2006, 05:18 PM)

Tilitalia smiled a little bit.

"... That sounds interesting, I think it'd be fun." She said. "But, I'm tired now, and a little hungry. Are we heading home?"

Kethiah nodded, smiling at her stepdaughter. "Yes, we'd better. Eodir will want to her all about his hero's adventures."

It was true that Eodir worshipped his big sister and big brother. And Kethiah didn't have to tell them to set a good example for him, both Tyradil and Tilitalia knew it.

vaanic~one

Mar 30 2006, 07:15 PM

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Mar 30 2006, 06:22 PM)

11th of Rain's Hand
The Dunmeri warrior strode to the Bloody Sandal for a drink. He hadn't been to the Arena in some time and he hoped that some of his friends might be there.

After watching the poor Nord girl lose to the Redgaurd boy with delusions of superiority, Vaan made his way to a Tavern, not his usual haunt though, something different this time. The bloody Sandal...that would do.

And what a surprise! "Kratos! Dear friend! How are you?"

SpartanShea117

Mar 30 2006, 07:22 PM

QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 30 2006, 04:15 PM)

Kratos managed a surprised smile as the flin he was drinking washed down his pale face, if you can imagine a Dunmer residing in the bitter cold of Skyrim for a long time to have less darkened skin.

"Well look who it is, Grandmaster Vaan Surethi. It is good to see you once again. I faired fine in Skyrim, a bit chilly though."

"How are you? I've heard that you have reconstructed Tel Dresori, is that where you reside these days?" asked Kratos.

vaanic~one

Mar 30 2006, 07:40 PM

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Mar 30 2006, 11:22 PM)

"Me? Oh I'm happy. I've been given another opportunity to beat sense into the Redorans." Replied Vaan gleefully.

"I've been on and off the Tel Dresori project, House business, you see. Necron was the one in charge. I never knew he was so good at architecture. You should go and view his handiwork sometime, it's...heavenly. I'm still residing between here and Port Telvanni actually, sort of jumping between the two on a regular basis."

He ordered a drink, and carried on: "Where do you reside these days, friend? How is Young Ivelaes?"

SpartanShea117

Mar 30 2006, 07:52 PM

QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 30 2006, 04:40 PM)

"Well," replied Kratos, "I'm glad to hear that you're faring well, my friend."

"I will have to take a look at what Necron's been up to these days, then."

"I've been here and there but you know that my true home is Ald Raathim. I was staying at a small settlement called Pagran Village in Skyrim; nice friendly folk they are up there, if you can picture a Nord actually getting along with one of our kind, eh?" Kratos chuckled.

"Why don't we take a walk and breathe in this nice Ald Raathim air. You can tell me how the Muatramer are faring while I was away." Kratos said as he gestured to the door.

vaanic~one

Mar 30 2006, 08:02 PM

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Mar 30 2006, 11:52 PM)

Vaan laughed at the idea of Nords getting along. Kratos must have been either extremely lucky or have been gifted with the power to make people like him. He suspected, on experience, that it was the latter.

"That would be nice" Remarked Vaan at the notion of fresh air, "The Muatramer have fared well my friend, their participation in the War of th Wormgod was something to be proud of, and something that I personally am very proud of. We fended off Dragons, you know. The former troops of your order are settling down well into the area, and many are living in Tel Dresori, along with Necron."

He paused for a second, before remembering one forgotton idea from long ago: "It's been two years, you know, since we understood our end to be near..."

He let the point settle in...

SpartanShea117

Mar 30 2006, 08:22 PM

QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Mar 30 2006, 05:02 PM)

11th Rain's Hand, Ald Raathim

"I'm glad to hear of the Muatramer's prosperity; I expected them to have learned from our hardships together, and used that knowledge to strenghthen themselves." Kratos stared at the sky for a moment.

"It wasn't going to last, Vaan. You know that. Whatever we had as Ordinators is long gone physically but the virtues and lessons that we learned in service will always be with us in mind." The Dunmer added.

They made their way through Ald Raathim to Kratos' house where he grabbed the heavy stack of letters laying on his table; they were from Ivelaes.

"It seems my son has moved to Cyrodiil and taken a wife for his own. This is happy news, Vaan! We will celebrate when we get the chance." The former Ordinator said with a joyous grin.

vaanic~one

Mar 30 2006, 08:40 PM

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Mar 31 2006, 12:22 AM)

Vaan smiled. "Of course it was never to last, nothing ever does. But...I would've been nice if people had perhaps realised the bigger picture. Shame, they will never understand us Dunmer."

"Your son would make anyone proud, Kratos." Vaan said. "But for now, it is time for us to part again. it has been wonderful to see you, and yes, we should celebrate some time. But for now, it's time for me to go and see Tel Dresori. Goodbye!"

And with a hearty wave, he left.

S'reddit

Mar 31 2006, 05:42 AM

1 Evening Star, 3E 432

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 29 2006, 06:46 PM)

"I am called Nalion.", the Breton said. "I am not unknown to those of importance in this city."

"Soon, all of the city will know you.", Decus said, shrugging emotionlessly. "There are ways we deal with your kind. First, it will be a cold cell, and soon, there will be a hot fire for you, Alessian... Now, take him away."

As Nalion lay in his cell, listening to the steady dripping of rain water down moldering but still sturdy walls, and the monotonous droning of the prisoners in the other cells, inmates who had been stuck in this dungeon for Gods know how long, his eyes began to grow heavy.

He finds himself in the tower at Castle Daruhn. There is fire in the distance, and he sees ships of Redoran design approaching rapidly. His arms are outstretched, and he hears the echo of his own voice:

Shining brightly
Twinkling in darkness
Alluring the wise and the lovers alike
Released you are,
Light
In a blaze of fire
Glorious and deadly I call to you
Help me
Turn the tide

Which is odd, because when he spoke those words, and called down the stars on the armada at the siege of Ald Raathim, it was soundless.

Nevertheless, the twin stars are glowing brightly in the horizon, and he catches, just for an instance, an outline of a dragon in the constellations.

“Where is this place?” asks a familiar voice. Lady Somnia Nyx stood in the tower behind him. She looked frightened. “Where are you?”

One87xe

Mar 31 2006, 01:41 PM

The Drunken Guar, Ald Raathim, 3E432

When it was reopened, both sisters had found their way inside, enticed by the atmosphere. Not only that, but there wasnt always the loud and rowdy sounds of the Noggin side of the sisters mainstay Tavern, The Nymph and Noggin, which Osa begin to adore. After a few weeks Ora didnt spend much time at the Guar, saying something to the effect of: "it's too quiet in there...way too quiet". So due to this fact you could nearly always find Osa Guar bound, while Ora frequently inhabited the Noggin.

One of the big selling points for Osa was the more exotic drinks and spirits that the Noggin seemed to be lacking. Vintage and Dagoth Brandy (although Osa would later go on to inform that the Dagoth Brandy was from her own personal stash) along with some of the rarest wines in the whole of the Emperor. As time passed Osa really begin to consider the Guar a second home, and would daily be seen reading while sipping off a exotic, yet expensive, glass of wine.

Having complemented the Barkeep on the fine selection, she learned that Kethiah was not only his supplier, but supplied all of Ald Raathim

Nalion

Mar 31 2006, 07:34 PM

QUOTE(S'reddit @ Mar 31 2006, 04:42 AM)

1 Evening Star, 3E 432
As Nalion lay in his cell, listening to the steady dripping of rain water down moldering but still sturdy walls, and the monotonous droning of the prisoners in the other cells, inmates who had been stuck in this dungeon for Gods know how long, his eyes began to grow heavy.

He finds himself in the tower at Castle Daruhn. There is fire in the distance, and he sees ships of Redoran design approaching rapidly. His arms are outstretched, and he hears the echo of his own voice:

Shining brightly
Twinkling in darkness
Alluring the wise and the lovers alike
Released you are,
Light
In a blaze of fire
Glorious and deadly I call to you
Help me
Turn the tide

Which is odd, because when he spoke those words, and called down the stars on the armada at the siege of Ald Raathim, it was soundless.

Nevertheless, the twin stars are glowing brightly in the horizon, and he catches, just for an instance, an outline of a dragon in the constellations.

“Where is this place?” asks a familiar voice. Lady Somnia Nyx stood in the tower behind him. She looked frightened. “Where are you?”

Nalion blinked... The stars, the outline in the constellations. His mouth stood open as he watched the shining matter on its path across the skies. A path he had outlined more than two years ago, to strike against the metal crab giants of the false Sotha Sil. He looked at his hands, remembering that they had been badly burned in the process. Then, he heard Somnia's voice.
Nalion turned, startled, towards her.
"This... this is a dream.", he stammered, then tried to compose himself, shooting another glance at the fallin stars. "It's Ald Raathim. In Morrowind, in the first year of the Civil War."

Sheogorath

Mar 31 2006, 07:51 PM

1 Evening Star, 3E 432

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 31 2006, 07:34 PM)

"I know it's a dream, it's your dream," Lady Nyx said, shivering. "I'm not worried about any of this, it's not real, or it's not real anymore anyhow ... But I don't know where you are. You haven't been sleeping soundly, or I haven't been able to find you for some reason for ... a long time now ..."

Nalion

Mar 31 2006, 08:51 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 31 2006, 06:51 PM)

1 Evening Star, 3E 432
"I know it's a dream, it's your dream," Lady Nyx said, shivering. "I'm not worried about any of this, it's not real, or it's not real anymore anyhow ... But I don't know where you are. You haven't been sleeping soundly, or I haven't been able to find you for some reason for ... a long time now ..."

"Oh...", Nalion said. "That."
The mage scratched the back of his head. He felt uncomfortable and the stars darkened for an eyeblink, seemingly mirroring the emotion.
"Well, I've been arrested. I was carrying around some documents that helped me figure out important things for some time now. Unfortunately, these documents aren't well liked by many. They're documents about Alessian doctrines. Radical ones, but ones who were important in a long past adventure. I'm officially deemed a heretic now. I'm in the Imperial City, well, my sleeping self, that is. In prison."
The mage looked a bit troubled.
"So far, noone seemed to be ready to listen to explanations."

Sheogorath

Mar 31 2006, 08:59 PM

1 Evening Star, 3E 432

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 31 2006, 08:51 PM)

"You're in prison," Lady Nyx's frightened eyes turned to resolve. "Well, that's nonsense. I'll go to the Imperial City at once and talk to my solicitor ..." She frowned. "Who thinks I'm dead."

"Hmm," the Imperial noblewoman shook her head. "I could let your friends know ... I could visit them in dreams. Or, at least try."

Nalion

Mar 31 2006, 09:36 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Mar 31 2006, 07:59 PM)

1 Evening Star, 3E 432
"You're in prison," Lady Nyx's frightened eyes turned to resolve. "Well, that's nonsense. I'll go to the Imperial City at once and talk to my solicitor ..." She frowned. "Who thinks I'm dead."

"Hmm," the Imperial noblewoman shook her head. "I could let your friends know ... I could visit them in dreams. Or, at least try."

"Of course it's nonsense. Still, I'm in that stinking hole and have to listen to other prisoners rambling. I'm pretty sure that I can explain myself once someone bothers to listen. I hear that the prison is one that is not easy to break out, and I certainly don't want someone breaking in to fetch me.", Nalion shrugged. His eyes caught another scene of the battlefield, metal crabs crawling out of the water and into Ald Raathim's harbour.
"However, if you could get to speak to Loranna and let her know where I am, I would be grateful. If you've got trouble to get her to believe you in her dreams... Tell her that 'the oaf who wanted to tough out poison' has been forced to tough out bad food in a very bad cell..."

"Loranna used to tease me about it, it's a joke we share. She should pay attention to that."

Sheogorath

Mar 31 2006, 09:49 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Mar 31 2006, 09:36 PM)

"All right, I'll try," Lady Nyx replied, frowning a little as she tried to understand the joke. "I've never gotten into anyone else's dream before, so it might take a while, but, well, maybe it'll be easier since I came from her dream before ... I'll come back here tomorrow and every night to make sure everything's okay."

And she kept her word. For every night, Lady Nyx returned to Nalion's dreams in his cells, to tell him of her attempts to reach Loranna, and to listen to his stories. Each night, the setting they would meet in would be a little different, sometimes a scene out of his past, sometimes a nonsensical location perhaps from his imagination or even a prophetic image of things to come.

S'reddit

Apr 2 2006, 07:44 PM

Summary, Two and A Half Years After The War of the Wormgod -- 3E 433

The new year began with an attempt to rescue Dres Obael from occupied Bodrom Mora. Several of the heroes of Ald Raathim played a part in this, but it ultimately ended in failure. Indoril Faryon’s troops were too entrenched in the mainland plains. The heroes elected to withdraw to avoid shedding of innocent blood to rescue Queen Dinara’s brother.

Obael, however, was freed but a few months later. Though the Alliance was strong in the County of Kragenmoor, Vvardenfell was finally taken by the royalist factions. The Redoran had moved en masse to Blacklight to defend their realm there, and the Indoril continued their immigration south to the much safer lands of Kragenmoor.

Thus, both sides had firm possession of their respective areas, and neither was likely to move an inch without massive warfare. It was then that Helseth and Faryon and Muthsera Mortillara met and made a truce.

Morrowind is Helseth’s kingdom now, including the County of Kragenmoor. Blacklight too, though no representative of the Redoran was present at the negotiations. Faryon was to keep Kragenmoor and was not required to dissolve his army, as others had been required to do. Dres Obael was freed as part of the truce, and returned to Mournhold and his joyous sister.

The Civil War therefore had come to an end, of sorts. In reality, a cold war continued to be waged, one of espionage and border fighting. Kragenmoor was nominally part of Morrowind, but there could be no doubt, that was only officially -- in reality, it was a separate entity, often hostile to its supposed "liege."

It meant more work for Glacia Rysleire, as Duchess’s diplomat, and Kethiah, as the Duchess’s Spymaster.

The Duchess also received an interesting invitation. Crown Prince Geldall had become engaged to be married, and a ball in celebration was to be held in the Imperial City at the palace on the 27th of Last Seed, 3E 433.

It is here we find our heroes, preparing to go to the ball, which promises to be, well, quite a party …

Not one to be missed.

Solin

Apr 2 2006, 08:58 PM

Excerpt: Address to the Temple, Dissolution of the Muatramer [Teras]
As recorded by Temple scribes

Primates of the Temple, nearly three years have passed since the slow disappearance of our Tribunes which guided us during the rise of the False-Three and the reassembly after the crazed events of the Blue-Dawn, and nearly three again for the loss of our blessed ALMSIVI, yet our Temple survives, thrives. Our greatest enemies have been cast down at their follower's feet. Our faith strong, despite the loss of the heads of our faith we have outlasted all threats against us. True, the Schisim is yet to fully mend but the healing of the Temple is not as distant as it was.

We are moving in a forward direction as I speak, yet we cling to the unecessary elements of the past. The False-Three are long dead. Their followers are weak. Some would say that this is the time to bring the knife to their throat and finish them. The flames of war have died for now. Let our strength move from the field, back towards those who would love and serve the Master. In the tradition of the Mephala Entente, let the weary peasants rest of our war, let us carry it to a higher order. Victory is our already. We need not hinder the way with an army without a foe.

To this end, it is suggested that the banners of the Spear's of Vivec wave no more, let none march under the Muatra...

Loranna

Apr 2 2006, 09:01 PM

Loranna's Journal - Hogithum, 3E433

Has it already been a month since my birthday? I've lost track of time again ... between our failure to bring Obael back home and dealing with Diano and the rumors of vampires in the city rising up once again, and the children too, I'm surprised I have the time to sit down and write this as it is.

The war continues, and I can feel the fatigue all around; Ald Raathim has recovered from the nightmare attack three years ago, but even our spirits are growing a bit weary. Neither side is going to give us; Helseth, bless his black little heart, is too stubborn and the Indoril who haven't committed suicide by now are Oblivion-bent on making all of us die instead ...

I think a lot of the Lady Nyx, of her last visit to me ... when was it again? I have to look through my journal to find it ... Nalion's been gone for such a long time now, I've lost track of Telera and Maerin and others. Are they, too, languishing in prison? Allie once said everyone that mattered would be in prison soon, four years ago; soon for a centuries-old woman would be measured in years, now wouldn't it?

I feel tired ... but still, my garden grows, my children grow, my city grows. Fjord is speaking in both Tamrielic and Khajiit now; Alanya has already begun learning how to swim, and she loves it in the herb garden, especially by the silver mangrove plant. I can hardly believe it; I love them all so much ...

---

At that point, Loranna left off on writing in her journal and stood up, breathing in the fragrence of the herb garden and looking on with satisfaction at the silver-lined leaves of the mangrove-like tree. Picking off a few leaves from the tree, she went down to her alchemy lab, to work on perfecting a new type of potion ...

===

Loranna's Journal, __ of Mid Year, 3E433

Praise the Nine and the Three! Dance with Dibella until you pass out from joy! Peace finally returns to Morrowind!

... Well, to a divided Morrowind. But the outright killing is over, at least. It's a start; now, finally, it's time to find the one to bear the Amulet I've held safe for so long ...

As soon as I get back from my visit to the House of Dibella in the Imerial City, it'll be time to head to VVardenfell and see what can be done to help rebuild there. I hope Harman is around this time; these newer priests they've been having lately lack his spark. Silly heartlanders ...

===

But a day after Loranna made this journal entry, Kethiah recieved word from one of her spies in Cyrodiil. Apparently, the Duchess had been met at the Mage Guild at the Imperial City by armed guards and taken away. Mention was made of a warrent outstanding for her arrest, of justice long overdue, but actual details were sketchy.

Loranna

Apr 2 2006, 09:14 PM

Summary for Dayla

The last two years had been busy ones for the prima mater of the Bathogorgen tribe. The sanctuary of the Bathogorgen, hidden away deep in the heartland of Cyrodiil, had seen something of a turnover in its mortal retainers, as Dayla released a number of the tribe's cattle from bondage, erasing their memories before letting them go.

"A tribe of two hardly needs thirty to fifty cattle," she explained later. "Let them go back to the world; I have ways of keeping an eye on them. They can still help us indirectly." Ever since letting her former cattle go, Dayla began keeping someone in her belly much more than she had the previous year, and generally seemed more content.

However, the tribe still had problems. The Vraseth and the Cyrodiilics had gotten word that their ancient enemies were seen in Tel Dresori years ago, and both tribes were sending people into Ald Raathim, looking for Dayla and Anya. Things came to a head in the month of Second Seed, when a particuarally bold Vraseth caught Anya's attention as he was making his way into the castle ...

"We're at war," Dayla said grimly later. "The Bathogorgen used to be staunch foes of the Cyrodiilic tribe, and Ashana ... well, I forget what she did to piss off the Vraseth but they haven't forgotten, unfortunately ..."

syronj

Apr 2 2006, 09:30 PM

Mid Year, 3E433

Upon hearing of Loranna's arrest, Shaka was nearly arrested himself for raging through Ald Raathim in full orcish armor, demanding answers. "What do you mean the Duchess has been taken away? Only a few years ago the Emperor Himself sent a rich reward to Ald Raathim for our service in the Blue Twilight!"

Shaka demanded to see Slyvos, but the Duke had, understandably enough, long since left for Cyrodiil to look into the matter. He would have to talk to Anya and the other adventurers; those who could be found at any rate.

The battlemage burst into the Nymph and Noggin, looking for Kethiah or Isidor.

stargate525

Apr 2 2006, 09:43 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Apr 2 2006, 07:30 PM)

Mid-Year, 3E433

Upon hearing of Loranna's arrest, Shaka was nearly arrested in Ald Raathim himself for raging through Ald Raathim in full orcish armor, demanding answers. "What do you mean the Duchess has been taken away? Only a few years ago the Emperor Himself sent a rich reward to Ald Raathim for our service in the Blue Twilight!"

Shaka demanded to see Slyvos, but the Duke had, understandably enough, long since left for Cyrodiil to look into the matter. He would have to talk to Anya and the other adventurers; those who could be found at any rate.

The battlemage burst into the Nymph and Noggin, looking for Kethiah or Isidor.

Reeds entered only steps behind Shaka, throwing his arm out quickly to catch the door flying towards his body. He looked like he had just been through a whirlwind (not far off, as it was basement cleaning day), his clothes were askew and slightly dirty.

"I just heard from Glacia." Reeds said as he moved next to Shaka, looking for the proprieters, "What the heck is going on?"

SpartanShea117

Apr 2 2006, 09:47 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Apr 2 2006, 06:30 PM)

Mid-Year, 3E433

QUOTE

Kratos nearly spilled his drink as the door to the Nymph and Noggin swung open revealing a hurried Shaka.

He abruptly stood up and paced over to the Redguard warrior; he noticed Reeds was almost caught in the crossfire of Shaka's haste while entering.

"What's going on, Shaka? Why the are you in such a hurry?" The Dunmer placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now, you mind catching your breath and telling me what's happening?" He asked, inquisitively.

syronj

Apr 2 2006, 09:58 PM

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Apr 2 2006, 09:47 PM)

Mid-Year, 3E433
Kratos nearly spilled his drink as the door to the Nymph and Noggin swung open revealing a hurried Shaka.

He abruptly stood up and paced over to the Redguard warrior; he noticed Reeds was almost caught in the crossfire of Shaka's haste while entering.

"What's going on, Shaka? Why the are you in such a hurry?" The Dunmer placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now, you mind catching your breath and telling me what's happening?" He asked, inquisitively.

Shaka glared at Kratos and Reeds, then got a weary look in his eyes. "Sorry about the door just now, Reeds. . . . I wish I knew myself what's going on, in the middle of this insanity. Kratos, the Duchess has been arrested in Cyrodiil."

SpartanShea117

Apr 2 2006, 10:02 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Apr 2 2006, 06:58 PM)

Kratos took on a look of disbelief. "How is that possible? I know Loranna isn't friend to everyone but who in their right mind would arrest such an important person?"

He folded his arms and thought for a moment. "Something must be done about this. Let's go see what information Kethiah has on this subject." The Dunmer proposed.

Dagoth Lich

Apr 2 2006, 10:03 PM

During that year, Slyvos did little beyond what was needed, as both the defender and duke of Ald Raathim, and the father of two unusual children. The events that took place otherwise, he kept himself out of unless nessescary.

He was pleased at the rate Fjord learned how to speak, and could even see he was taking an interest in what his old man could do with magic... hell, at this rate, it seems like he'd be casting a fireball and swinging a sword by age 5. And, from the looks of it, he'd be taller then Slyvos too.

With Alanya, he found her to already show signs of being a bit like how he was as a child... except she was alot happier then he was. Much, much happier.

at least I can give them what I never had the chance to have... he would think to himself when he saw them playing together. Despite the problems throughout the rest of the year, things were pretty good, until...

---------------------------------
"Damn them! damn them all!" could be heard throughout the castle as he heard of Loranna's arrest that horrid day... why now... hasn't she suffered enough already, trying to help them all despite everything?! Damn imperial law, I didn't hold myself to those restrictions before and I won't let them stop me now...

This, was a mistake, as while he did indeed make it into the imperial prison, he was captured himself, after putting up a hell of a fight to prevent it.... loranna would not be happy with his recklessness. Luckily the children were being taken care of, but...

Xyber02

Apr 2 2006, 10:11 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 2 2006, 06:14 PM)

However, the tribe still had problems. The Vraseth and the Cyrodiilics had gotten word that their ancient enemies were seen in Tel Dresori years ago, and both tribes were sending people into Ald Raathim, looking for Dayla and Anya. Things came to a head in the month of Second Seed, when a particuarally bold Vraseth caught Anya's attention as he was making his way into the castle ..."

Anya shook her head, muttering incoherently about stupidity. No one gaver her a passing glance as she followed. After all, what was odd about a servant in a castle?

The past time passed much as it always had. Anya learned how to harness her power more, she followed her mater as there lines were built. Anya also continued to gather information, rivaling Kethiah, Alas and Alack at times, though she tended to be less forthcoming about what she learned unless asked for help.

The recent rash of enflamed vampires hunting for her and Dayla helped to force her to keep a lower profile. And kept her busy, such as now.

syronj

Apr 3 2006, 07:27 AM

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Apr 2 2006, 10:02 PM)

"That was the plan," agreed Shaka. He glanced at the patrons in the Nymph half of the inn, regretting now that he had made a scene; no sense in alarming the citizens yet.

How are they treating Loranna, he wondered. It sickened him to think she might be in a dungeon within the capital. And as for Fjord and Alanya . . . Were they to be orphans soon? What if Slyvos got to Cyrodiil and was himself imprisoned?

"Reeds, Kratos, maybe we'll have to go to the King over this. Helseth owes us, several times over, for the help that Ald Raathim gave him. . . . The Emperor is a good man, but this is further proof that he's old, the race he ran almost finished." Shaka kept his voice low on that last; no telling what informer might be listening.

Who's running the show in Cyrodiil? Shaka thought to himself.

Slashes-With-Claws

Apr 3 2006, 08:35 AM

Third year after the battle of Lasthold, 3E432 to 3E433:

Slashes-With-Claws had declined the invitation to the ball; he wanted to help take care of his children. They would be good mages one day they had been hatched under the sign of the mage. He was glad it had not been the shadow, he did not want them being Shadowscales.

He was kept very busy with his duties as well as his family. Occasionally Reeds or one of Hesek’s other friends would watch the children while Hesek and Chalovk took a night together.

He would have to start looking for a bigger house soon, their current one would not be enough for all four of them.

Around mid year of 3E433 he got the news that Loranna had been arrested. He stood there, tapping his large talons on the floor in thought. His first thought was, “why?”. Less than an hour later, he got reports of a Redguard storming through the town, causing trouble. The description matched Shaka. He soon also heard that Slyvos had left for the Imperial City.

Slashes-With-Claws followed the trail to the Nymph and Noggin where he found Shaka, Reeds, and Kratos discussing Loranna’s arrest.

One87xe

Apr 3 2006, 01:10 PM

3E433, The Nymph and Noggin

Ora had just returned from her run, and was currently enjoying some over easy Kwama eggs when Shaka and Reeds burst through the door. While she merely flashed each a smile and continued eating, keeping one ear on the conversation. Not long after this, Slashes-With-Claws came in discussing the situation with Shaka, Reeds, and some guy she didnt know. The bare bones of the conversation though was the arrest of Loranna...which made Ora stop eating. No doubt Osa would already be preparing for the Ball...or battle.

3E433, Donovans Longhouse, Osa's Room

We find Osa sitting in her room, preparing her Bag for the trip ahead. On the wall hangs a vibrantly blue gown, customily tailored for Osa by the same Altmer Master in Firsthold that designed her first dress for the Cotillion Ball, all those years ago. The house itself had become a rather empty place. Ora spent most of her time in training or fooling around at the Nymph and Noggin, and Donovan had received a summons to return to Cyrodiil almost three weeks ago. Neither of these got Osa down though, as the prospect of a Ball was enough to keep her spirits up. She also had no idea how long she would be gone, a good thing since she cleaned the Longhouse form top to bottom in preparation. A lock spell on the House would deter would be thieves at least...

...edit up in an Hour...

Sheogorath

Apr 3 2006, 01:22 PM

The Nymph and Noggin, 3E 433

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Apr 2 2006, 10:02 PM)

He folded his arms and thought for a moment. "Something must be done about this. Let's go see what information Kethiah has on this subject." The Dunmer proposed.

Kallen was at the castle, trying to calm the rumors that were flooding the place, with merchants and farmers arriving to ask what it meant for Ald Raathim that its ruler was imprisoned.

Glacia Rysleire immediately upon hearing word went to the Imperial Embassy to talk to Diano Asprenas about the situation, to demand that the charges against Loranna be known.

Kethiah emerged at last from upstairs, looking tired after countless meetings with her agents, trying to determine what had befallen Loranna and why ... She looked to the group assembled in the tavern, and shook her head ...

SpartanShea117

Apr 3 2006, 02:22 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Apr 3 2006, 04:27 AM)

QUOTE

Slashes-With-Claws followed the trail to the Nymph and Noggin where he found Shaka, Reeds, and Kratos discussing Loranna’s arrest.

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 12:11 PM)

Kethiah emerged at last from upstairs, looking tired after countless meetings with her agents, trying to determine what had befallen Loranna and why ... She looked to the group assembled in the tavern, and shook her head ...

Kratos watched as Loranna's Spymistress appeared from upstairs.

"Kethiah, no doubt you were the first to know about this." Kratos mused. "Would you care to explain to the rest of us the details of the Duchess' arrest?" The Dunmer inquired.

He noticed that she had probably gone over this many times before, but they needed to know before some people in Ald Raathim took things into thier own hands and acted without a plan.

Sheogorath

Apr 3 2006, 02:47 PM

The Nymph and Noggin, 3E 433

QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Apr 3 2006, 02:22 PM)

"I wish I had more details," Kethiah nodded, joining the group. "It seems to have happened very suddenly and very silently at the Arcane Library in the Imperial City ..."

Glacia Rysleire had come into the Nymph and listened before adding. "Our Imperial Ambassador was as surprised by this development as any of us. He can confirm that the Duchess is in custody in the Imperial City on a warrant issued some years ago after the events of the Hearthfire Ball of Lord Darius's. His excellency is trying to get in contact with the Emperor, but it appears he is not in the Imperial City at the moment. I am leaving at once to talk to Prince Ebel, who is in charge in his father's absence."

"This is not a simple bureaucratic slip-up," Kethiah continued. "The warrant was real, but it obviously should have been thrown away because of all the good work the Duchess and the heroes of Ald Raathim have done for the Empire. Someone brought it forward while Loranna was visiting ... Someone who wishes us ill, but I don't know yet who that could be. My agents are investigating."

syronj

Apr 3 2006, 03:06 PM

"Thank you both," said Shaka, his anger dissipating. "I'm sorry that I didn't have better control today; of course Kallen and the rest of you are doing all that can be done to look into this."

Shaka had suspicions, but no real idea, of who could have brought the charges against Loranna. If the rot within the Empire reached all the way to one or more of the Emperor's heirs . . . No, he was being paranoid. The conspiracy could be as simple as a Redoran or Indoril sympathizer out for revenge. Speculation was useless.

Sheogorath

Apr 3 2006, 03:46 PM

The Nymph and Noggin, 3E 433

QUOTE(syronj @ Apr 3 2006, 03:06 PM)

"Hopefully, I'll be able to sort this all out quickly," said Glacia, getting up from the table. "But in the meantime, don't respond like the Duke, and get yourself arrested. That will not be helpful ... As I'm sure Loranna is pointing out to him as we speak."

SpartanShea117

Apr 3 2006, 04:33 PM

QUOTE

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 12:46 PM)

The Nymph and Noggin, 3E 433
"Hopefully, I'll be able to sort this all out quickly," said Glacia, getting up from the table. "But in the meantime, don't respond like the Duke, and get yourself arrested. That will not be helpful ... As I'm sure Loranna is pointing out to him as we speak."

"Alright," The former Ordinator deliberated. "I guess our best interests are in waiting for her eventual release then, and protecting Ald Raathim in her absence. If you are in need of assistance i'm sure we would all pledge our help in aiding you, Glacia. Thank you, Glacia and Kethiah for sharing this information with us."

One87xe

Apr 3 2006, 05:21 PM

3E433, Ramakawan, Hammerfell

The year for Ota had been rather dubious. King Lhotun had given Stewardship of his Jungle Fortress, chartering the Rag-Tags to "police" as he put it, the various farms and small towns in the area, not to mention keeping an eye on Scourg Barrow. It seemed simple enough at first, kill a cougar here, guard a caravan there...that was until Ayaan-si, High Prophet of Elinhir, called upon the true Crowns to rebel against Lhotun. Sparse border attacks had created havoc along the borders of Dak'fron and Bergama, leaving Lhotun with little in the way of manpower. To make matters worse, goblin attacks had become more and more frequent and with no one to oppose them seem to keep their armies growing day in and day out. The last and probably most significant event was the fighting in the East...namely land skirmishes and conflicts against the Nords for the their transgressions during the War of Bend'r Mahk.

These events had stretched the Rag-Tags ranks thin, having to deal with a number of problems all at the same time leaving little time for relaxation. Ota herself was busy with a number of errands she was having trouble completing, and poor Celes was being run ragged, travelling several miles a day to report on the various events around Hammerfell, and getting very little sleep. It was Towny that had come up with an idea to recruit volunteers, though this plan was slow going and very tedious. While extra hands would be great, Ota was less then a little reluctant to put it into effect. Clivis' and his group had left nearly a month ago for Abibon-Gora and as of yet nothing had been heard from him, or the ones with him. Ota knew it was only a matter of time before he reappeared, probably stopping to help some poor farmers against Raiders or something.

Towny would be leaving soon for the patrol around Ramakawan, a three week journey if he hit every area including those in the Dragontail's, and Ota herself would be leaving for Satakalaam soon...an attempt to drum up a relationship with the Lord therein. A small group would be left behind guarding the Fortress while the majority would be marching for Santaki, a region intelligence had reported where the Goblins were staging their attacks from. While she had little choice Ota had left Celes in charge...hopefully there'd still be a Fortress to come back too, Ota thought while walking down the pathway towards her destination.

stargate525

Apr 3 2006, 05:36 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 12:47 PM)

The Nymph and Noggin, 3E 433
"I wish I had more details," Kethiah nodded, joining the group. "It seems to have happened very suddenly and very silently at the Arcane Library in the Imperial City ..."

Glacia Rysleire had come into the Nymph and listened before adding. "Our Imperial Ambassador was as surprised by this development as any of us. He can confirm that the Duchess is in custody in the Imperial City on a warrant issued some years ago after the events of the Hearthfire Ball of Lord Darius's. His excellency is trying to get in contact with the Emperor, but it appears he is not in the Imperial City at the moment. I am leaving at once to talk to Prince Ebel, who is in charge in his father's absence."

"This is not a simple bureaucratic slip-up," Kethiah continued. "The warrant was real, but it obviously should have been thrown away because of all the good work the Duchess and the heroes of Ald Raathim have done for the Empire. Someone brought it forward while Loranna was visiting ... Someone who wishes us ill, but I don't know yet who that could be. My agents are investigating."

"Hearthfire Ball," Reeds mused, "Definately before my time. If you need someone to do some footwork, I've got a few connections with merchants in the Imperial City I could use, though that isn't exactly a spy network either. Although," Reeds turned to Glacia, "Was that an invitation for company?"

Sheogorath

Apr 3 2006, 05:58 PM

The Nymph and Noggin, Midyear 3E 433

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Apr 3 2006, 05:36 PM)

"The invitation is always open, you know that, Reeds," Glacia smiled, though her eyes were serious. "I don't know exactly what we'll be facing. It might be boring, diplomatic talks ... It might be something else ..."

Xyber02

Apr 3 2006, 06:00 PM

Anya dug her claws deeper into the vampire's shoulder, the pain evident on his bleeding face. His breathe sounded wet, from his blood filled mouth where she had punched his teeth after he tried to bite her. He was older than her, and still he never noticed Anya pounce.

"Why are you here, tell me." His response was spitting blood on her clothes. She opened the window in the small side-room they were in, and put his head outside, elicting kicks and streams of curses. She pulled him back in, and repeated the question.

"The- children. We wanted Lo-" His words trailed off in a gurgle, Anya's eye's flaring brightly as she stabbed his throat with Her Fangs.

She disposed of the corpse, shaking her head again. Too many people were poking around, and too many vampires were looking for her. She would have to shift her focus, especially with reports of Nalion already in prison.

stargate525

Apr 3 2006, 06:03 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 03:58 PM)

The Nymph and Noggin, Midyear 3E 433
"The invitation is always open, you know that, Reeds," Glacia smiled, though her eyes were serious. "I don't know exactly what we'll be facing. It might be boring, diplomatic talks ... It might be something else ..."

"Then consider the invitation accepted," Standing up with Glacia, "you know I love diplomatic talks. And if it's something else, I wasn't always just here to keep you company."

Shardie

Apr 3 2006, 06:42 PM

3E433

Faryon started the year on a fine note, his Agent, Valdoon Thedas managed to secure a tenitave peace agreement for Faryon (for the small price of handing over Hesleths quite annoying Cousin and a certian member of House Dres who was imprisoned at Bodrum Mora), an agreement that forced the other parties of the alliance to kowtow to some sort of peace arrangement, just intill the Nords were gone, at the very least. However, his Indoril fellows were none too pleased with this move by Faryon, a move which seems to have weakened Indorils Position and Strengthened Faryons. His position as Count was cemented in place with the treaty with Hesleth as Faryon continued his self strengthining mission.

as the end of Last Seed comes about, Faryon is Traveling to the Imperial City for a Ball...

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 06:57 PM

Fort Moonmoth, Morrowind

Lava streamed down Red Mountain like a fiery river. Molten rock slowly made its way down the Foyadas, burning down the already scarce vegetation of the Ashlands. The night was lit by the eruption of the volcano - and by the 12 starsigns that illuminated the night sky.

Nalion stood on the battlements of Fort Moonmoth, looking up at the stars, seemingly not caring about the lava streams that moved slowly towards the fort. The mage was dressed in ragged and ash-covered clothes. He knew it was a dream. In the waking world, he would sleep on a hard wooden bed, covered with a blanket as ragged as his clothes in the dream. The bed would be surrounded by walls on three sides and a heavy iron door on the fourth. It was a wonder he could sleep at all, but then again, what else could there be done in a cell like this?

At least, this dream gave him the illusion to look at an open sky, and a beautiful one at that...

Aki

Apr 3 2006, 07:37 PM

Reichi's Summary for last two years

During the year of 3E 432 Reichi kept himself busy by joining in battles in the civil war from time to time. He has also taken to occaisonally having a few fights in the Arena, though most opponents tend to avoid him, being one of Ald Raathim's host of heroes tends to ward off all but the bravest or dumbest. Not that he doesn't find the occaisonal opponent who puts up a very fine fight, though. Reichi found that between hunting and the Arena he can easily keep his skills maintained. He also took the time attend various celebrations, like Goranthir's Investiture Ceremony. And of course, he often found himself spending time with Dayla when he could.

In 3E 433, at the begining of the year, Reichi participated in the attempt to save Dres Obael, and was understandly angered by their reason for failure. Not because they couldn't save Obael, but because if they tried, innocent blood would have been shed. Reichi then refocused his efforts to help the Bathogorgen fend off the Vraseth and Cyrodiilics, partly because he wanted to help his friends, partly because Reichi enjoyed fighting supernatural creatures as they often were of a greater challenge than mortal men and mer, and partly because he didn't want any more trouble in Ald Raathim than need be. It put to good use skills he learned in the Morag Tong when they came into conflict with the Dark Brotherhood, and was profitable. Vampire dust sold well with alchemists.

Of course, when the invitation arrived, Reichi quickly began making preparations to go to Prince Gedall's Party...

Sheogorath

Apr 3 2006, 08:26 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 06:57 PM)

Nalion’s Dream, Mid Year 3E 433

“You’re still having nightmares?” Lady Nyx asked, coming out of the smoke and ash. “I can’t imagine how horrible it must be, in that dungeon. Have you had any luck getting an audience with the Emperor?”

QUOTE(stargate525 @ Apr 3 2006, 06:03 PM)

"Then consider the invitation accepted," Standing up with Glacia, "you know I love diplomatic talks. And if it's something else, I wasn't always just here to keep you company."

Glacia’s Diplomatic Mission, Mid Year through Sun’s Height 3E 433

Lady Glacia Rysleire, accompanied by Reeds Saloat, negotiated their way through the bureaucratic and diplomatic morass of the government of the Imperial City for over two months, in a frustrating and ultimately futile attempt to free Loranna. They were unable to even visit the Duchess in her cell. Glacia pulled out every favor she knew, even getting letters of commendation from Helseth and Barenziah, Reman and Goranthir, but to no avail. The Law had come down against Loranna, Slyvos, and Nalion, and that was that, unless the Emperor interceded on their behalf.

The issue came down to the fact that the warrant for the Duchess’s arrest was legitimate, and the bureaucrats would not overturn it without the Emperor granting an official pardon. He was due to return to the Imperial City the next month, Last Seed, for his son’s Engagement Party.

Angry and frustrated, Glacia and Reeds returned to Ald Raathim. There was nothing more that could be done, but to attend the Ball on the 27th, and speak directly to Uriel Septim VII.

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 08:37 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 08:26 PM)

Nalion turned around to face Somnia and smiled.
"No, this is no nightmare. This is a moment of victory. We've defeated an ancient foe then, though not without many losses.", the mage explained, taking a last look up into the starlit sky before again looking at the Imperial woman.

"I've not been able to contact the Emperor. I've heard he is out of the Imperial city for a good time by now. Aside from learning this, there'S nothing new. It's always the same. Waking, waiting sleeping. Day and night, night and day. The prison is wearing down on me. I can feel the weight of the walls, the cold steel bars, the hard bench, smell the stench of the prisoners..." Nalion made a gesture to include his surroundings. "This is the only place that seems to give an air of freedom... Have you learned anything? How is Loranna, how are the others? Were you able to contact Loranna?"

Sheogorath

Apr 3 2006, 08:44 PM

Nalion's Dream, Mid Year 3E 433

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 08:37 PM)

Lady Nyx nodded, sadly. "Yes, I was finally able to contact her ... She's very close to you. And she's dreaming now."

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 08:47 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 08:44 PM)

Nalion's Dream, Mid Year 3E 433
Lady Nyx nodded, sadly. "Yes, I was finally able to contact her ... She's very close to you. And she's dreaming now."

"Very close to me?", Nalion asked surprised, "What do you mean? Can you contact her now? She's Duchess of Ald Raathim, I think she might be able to see the ambassador or whoever might be in charge, maybe they know where the Emperor currently is and get a message on the way..."

Sheogorath

Apr 3 2006, 09:01 PM

Nalion's Dream, Mid Year 3E 433

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 08:47 PM)

"I'll bring them to you, if I can," said Lady Nyx, concentrating.

Loranna

Apr 3 2006, 09:14 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 08:01 PM)

Nalion's Dream, Mid Year 3E 433
"I'll bring them to you, if I can," said Lady Nyx, concentrating.

Lady Nyx would find Loranna dreaming of her ice-coated hideaway deep in the frozen reaches of Skyrim, frolicking in the snow. She wore translucent clothes seemingly woven from ice and snow, though on her wrists were shackles ...

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Dagoth Lich

Apr 3 2006, 09:17 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Apr 3 2006, 08:01 PM)

Nalion's Dream, Mid Year 3E 433
"I'll bring them to you, if I can," said Lady Nyx, concentrating.

Slyvos' Dream, Tel Dresori, 3 years back

Slyvos was having one of his nightmares again, remembering the events of Tel Dresori... for him, this dream was paradise compared to the others he usually had, as it was already over. For some reason, he was still in it though, staring at the ashes of his incinerated daughter, staring at his own hands which were covered in blood.

"Why hasn't the nightmare ended... WHAT, ARE YOU PLANNING TO TORMENT ME SOME MORE YOU LITTLE WRETCH?!?" He shouted throughout the dream castle, panting in exhaustion. Strangely enough, no one else was to be found...

And it was here, that Lady Nyx would find him.

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 09:40 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 3 2006, 09:14 PM)

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Apr 3 2006, 09:17 PM)

It was probably the most difficult thing Somnia had done yet in her life, trying to be present in three dreams. Now, it was to bring them together. But how? She tried tom imagine each dream, each the produce of a different mind, each enclosed in its own set of rules, like... a bubble.
She remembered when she was a child. It was bathing time, and she had liked the funny and shimmering bubbles the soap made in the water. Funnier was it, to make them burst... But this was not Somnia's goal right here. During this bath, she had also noticed that bubbles conjoined to make larger bubbles. Somnia concentrated, her brow showing the effort as she imagined Nalion's, Loranna's and Slyvos' dreams a bubbles and tried to bring them together without letting them burst.
Slowly, they moved towards each other, then their surfaces touched. The bubbles held, sweat showed on Somnia's brow from the effort, but where the three bubbles touched, there was a place consisting of parts of all three dreams: Loranna's snowy plain, the ever-shifting vision of Slyvos' torture dream and Nalion's starlit lava streams. Somnia stood in the middle and looked at the three of them, motioning them to come closer.

Nalion stood a moment, staring in what was almost disbelief, then took a few steps towards Somnia, looking around.
"Loranna? Slyvos?", he asked.

Loranna

Apr 3 2006, 09:43 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 08:40 PM)

Loranna looks up, snow still in her hair, finding herself far away from her white paradise. The sudden transition makes her blink in confusion, as though she were waking up.

" ... Nalion?" she asks, and then her eyes widen when she sees her husband ...

Dagoth Lich

Apr 3 2006, 09:48 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 08:40 PM)

Slyvos growled, looking down at himself covered in blood and cuts all over, before looking for the source of the voice. "what in the hell do you want now wr-... nalion, Loranna? Oh no, no no no no, I'm NOT falling for this trick again, no, you can't fool me Ashana!" He shouted, backing into the wall. He was having trouble believing this, still recovering from the schock his nightmares always put him in.

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 09:54 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 3 2006, 09:43 PM)

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Apr 3 2006, 09:48 PM)

Somnia waved her hands in an effort to calm Slyvos down.
"No, no! This is no trickery, yours may be a nightmare, but Loranna's and Nalion's dreams are separate. They're here, together in one dream of three!"

"Calm down, old friend. We're not a nightmare. You're probably safe and sound at home, with Loranna by your side, Slyvos.", Nalion said taking a few steps towards Slyvos, but not so far as to intimidate him. "Loranna, can you help him?"

Loranna

Apr 3 2006, 10:02 PM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Apr 3 2006, 08:48 PM)

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 08:54 PM)

The moment Somnia spoke up was all it took for Loranna to realize what was happening. Swiftly but gently, she raises her hands, healing magic flowing from them to mend Slyvos's body, her silver tearsteaks fairly shining in the light of Nalion's dreamscape. Then, she touches him tentatively on the shoulder, looking him in the eye, letting him see that it's her and not a trick of his daughter.

"She's gone; she can't touch you anymore with her hate," Loranna says for Slyvos. "You're with your heart's companion now, safe as we were in the old gemplace of your soul." Slowly, she smooths Slyvos's hair from his face, seeing briefly the half-Khajiit, half-demon form he had taken in Solunastra, both sides of his face twisted in torment, and she leans forward to kiss him once on each cheek. "See?"

Dagoth Lich

Apr 3 2006, 10:08 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 3 2006, 09:02 PM)

Slyvos shudders, closeing his eyes as if trying to clear his head of his own pain. It wasn't the physical pain that the dream made him feel like he was in, but the emotional that made it horrifying for him. Seeing Loranna makes the khajiit feel better inside.

He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath, before turning to the others. "what is going on? And no Nalion, we're not safe at home; but I guess you wouldn't know that now would you?" he said grimly.

Shardie

Apr 3 2006, 10:09 PM

Tiber Septim Hotel, Imperial City's Talos Plaza District, 26th Last Seed

There was a group of four of them, all Dark Elves, all sitting around the table, Two who seemed to be guard types, the other two, it seemed, a noble and his wife. The woman didnt look too happy, continuously swirling her Tamika 415 vintage wine in the glass, gazing at the reflections the candle light made off it. In fact, she looked quite bored. The noble was looking over papers, muttering somthing a rather, the guards were, well very, very drunk. A fifth Dark Elf moved to the table, and whispered to the noble, 'I am sorry my Lord, I could not get permission to visit'
'What a shame,' the nobleman replied, 'I wanted to gloat. Perhaps I should ask the Emperor or one of his sons tomorrow night, Alyssia, are you right to go?'
The woman looked startled at suddenly being disturbed from her watching the reflections on her wine, 'Oh yes, my Lord,' she replied, leaving the untouched wineglass on the table. The noble turned to the other Darkelf, 'Thedas, take Alyssia to the Market District tomorrow, and get her some nice ballroom clothes. Ask around, see what the latest fasions in the Imperial City are,' he glared at his guards, 'And tell that fighters guild that I want better mercenaries next time'
One of the guards snorted, as Valdoon Thedas, Indoril Faryon, and his Fiancee, Alyssia (strange name for a Dark Elf) made thier way to thier respective rooms.

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 10:12 PM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Apr 3 2006, 10:08 PM)

"What do you mean, Slyvos? 'Not safe at home.' What happened?", Nalion asked, worry showing on his face.

Loranna

Apr 3 2006, 10:17 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 09:12 PM)

"What do you mean, Slyvos? 'Not safe at home.' What happened?", Nalion asked, worry showing on his face.

Loranna holds Slyvos protectively in her arms as she regards Nalion for a moment. " ... I was arrested," she explains. "They were waiting for me at the Guild when I came to Cyrodiil; I didn't have much choice but to go with them."

She sighs. "Ever since Somnia first told me about your plight Nalion, I knew this day was coming," she says. "Allie herself predicted it; I just ... didn't realize how oppresive the dungeons really were."

Slyvos and Nalion might notice a certain reluctance in Loranna to speak further on the matter; she brushes some snow out of her hair and asks Slyvos "What's happening back home, love? How are the children? Are they giving you and the staff any trouble?"

Dagoth Lich

Apr 3 2006, 10:20 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 3 2006, 09:17 PM)

"any trouble? Does being an idiot and trying to save you in a moment of insanity count as trouble? Because if getting arrested for trying to break INTO prison is not insanity, I do not know what is." He said with an aggravated look on his face, walking to the other side of the shared dream in disgust with himself.

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 10:25 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 3 2006, 10:17 PM)

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Apr 3 2006, 10:20 PM)

"You aren't telling me that you are just now sleeping in the Imperial prison in Cyrodiil, do you?", Nalion said in disbelief, then shaking his head. "I... I don't know what to say... I had hoped you would be able to help me get out..."

"Well, at least people will then know that Loranna and Slyvos are missing, and may be able to bail them out somehow. After all, Loranna is a Duchess, and with excellent connections.", Lady Nyx answered.

Loranna

Apr 3 2006, 10:35 PM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Apr 3 2006, 09:20 PM)

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 09:25 PM)

"I think more of us will find ourselves in prison before we find our way out," Loranna muses thoughtfully. "It was prophecised that many of us would be in prison at some point; that prophecy seems to be coming true at long last. Not that I'm particuarally enjoying it."

"Still ... Glacia and Kethiah and Kallen are likely pulling strings now, calling in favors; if there is any way to get us out, they'll find it," she says. " ... At least, I hope they will; otherwise ..."

She turns to Nalion. "Dear, you've been here for what? A year now? How are you holding up?" she asks, concern in her voice. She lets go of her embrace with Slyvos but continues holding his hand, wanting the comfort of his presence and to offer the comfort of hers despite her annoyance at his behavior.

Nalion

Apr 3 2006, 10:45 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 3 2006, 10:35 PM)

" ... You didn't," Loranna says, her eyes narrowing as she regards Slyvos with a very clear 'We'll Talk About This Later' stare. "'Bella ..."

Then, she shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching upward a bit. "I guess I should have expected it ..." she says, though the hardness in her eyes doesn't go away totally.
"I think more of us will find ourselves in prison before we find our way out," Loranna muses thoughtfully. "It was prophecised that many of us would be in prison at some point; that prophecy seems to be coming true at long last. Not that I'm particuarally enjoying it."

"Still ... Glacia and Kethiah and Kallen are likely pulling strings now, calling in favors; if there is any way to get us out, they'll find it," she says. " ... At least, I hope they will; otherwise ..."

She turns to Nalion. "Dear, you've been here for what? A year now? How are you holding up?" she asks, concern in her voice. She lets go of her embrace with Slyvos but continues holding his hand, wanting the comfort of his presence and to offer the comfort of hers despite her annoyance at his behavior.

"I've lost track of the days, they all blend together here. It's timeless, in a way.", Nalion said sadly. "I'd say it's more than half a year, perhaps close to a year. I don't know. Such a waste of time... At least Somnia was able to be some company. She's been visiting my dreams every night, trying to keep my spirits up." The mage nodded thankfully, and Somnia nodded back. She had kept herself in the background, but listened in in case she was needed.
"I guess with the help of Somnia, we can perhaps communicate with each other now, and encourage us.", Nalion continued. "Well, I guess that our hope is that Glacia, Kallen and the rest somehow get someone with authority to listen to our cause."

Dagoth Lich

Apr 3 2006, 10:46 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 3 2006, 09:25 PM)

Slyvos just gave Nalion an annoyed look. "I would have gotten you both out if I hadn't become such a softy; I tried to avoid killing people, and I failed because of it." he said emotionlessly.

QUOTE

" ... You didn't," Loranna says, her eyes narrowing as she regards Slyvos with a very clear 'We'll Talk About This Later' stare. "'Bella ..."

Then, she shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching upward a bit. "I guess I should have expected it ..." she says, though the hardness in her eyes doesn't go away totally.

"I think more of us will find ourselves in prison before we find our way out," Loranna muses thoughtfully. "It was prophecised that many of us would be in prison at some point; that prophecy seems to be coming true at long last. Not that I'm particuarally enjoying it."

"Still ... Glacia and Kethiah and Kallen are likely pulling strings now, calling in favors; if there is any way to get us out, they'll find it," she says. " ... At least, I hope they will; otherwise ..."

She turns to Nalion. "Dear, you've been here for what? A year now? How are you holding up?" she asks, concern in her voice. She lets go of her embrace with Slyvos but continues holding his hand, wanting the comfort of his presence and to offer the comfort of hers despite her annoyance at his behavior.

"I'm sorry... what was I supposed to do, leave you rotting in a jail cell? I'm sorry, but I'd rather die then do that." he said sadly, tightening his grip on Loranna's hand as she stopped hugging him. He was going to get the yelling at of his life later on, he knew that.

S'reddit

Apr 4 2006, 02:28 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Apr 3 2006, 07:46 PM)

Slyvos just gave Nalion an annoyed look. "I would have gotten you both out if I hadn't become such a softy; I tried to avoid killing people, and I failed because of it." he said emotionlessly.
"I'm sorry... what was I supposed to do, leave you rotting in a jail cell? I'm sorry, but I'd rather die then do that." he said sadly, tightening his grip on Loranna's hand as she stopped hugging him. He was going to get the yelling at of his life later on, he knew that.

"Perhaps you might discuss your children, instead of yourselves," Lady Nyx said, perspiration gathered on her brow as she tried to keep the dreams united. "I can try to bring you three together when I can ... tomorrow, hopefully, if you slumber at the same time ..."

And with that, the dream ended, but Lady Somnia Nyx would bring them together a dozen more times before the Engagement Ball.

syronj

Apr 4 2006, 07:46 AM

Sun's Height, 3E433

Shaka woke from uneasy sleep, though he couldn't remember his dreams this summer morning. After watching the bay from his roof for a while to clear his head, Shaka went back below.

The Redguard practiced the Rain-of-Sand unarmed combat, spinning and kicking in the ancient Khajiit art that Ahnassi had introduced him to, and which he had honed for the past several years at the same time that he had broadened his weapons training. Though Shaka had long since lost his Argonian claws, he still could imitate their strike with his hands, whether raking or punching. Shaka found, as always, that he could enter the state of no-thought while in combat that would help him survive once more.

Before breakfast, Shaka stood at his table and studied the hand-engraved invitation to the heir's Engagement Ball. His lip curled at the prospect; he usually enjoyed such functions at least a little, but how could he celebrate while his friends rotted in Cyrodiil's dungeons? Perhaps he should beg off this time . . . .

No, something told him it would be better to attend than not. Shaka walked over to a mirror and basin.

"Time to get serious again," he said aloud, and for the first time in years Shaka shaved off his hair; then his beard as well.

Loranna

Apr 4 2006, 06:15 PM

Time for the ball.

LOCK ON!!!

Loranna

Regulus

Apr 4 2006, 06:55 PM

My pleasure

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