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Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 06:14 AM
Hello, and welcome to our Elder Scrolls Role Playing threads,
where we adventure and socialize in the vibrant land of Tamriel.
Before we begin, we'd like to clarify a few things:
This is an 'open roleplay' and everyone is encouraged to join in at any time!
'Open' roleplay does not mean 'unorganized' or 'limitless', however. The events
in this story are usually planned, and if something BIG happens, you can be
certain that it is the result of much discussion between players, usually in
the mIRC chat (#Loranna_RP). This is not just a bunch of disorganized
individuals doing what they think would be fun for their character at the time.
So, while everyone is welcome to join in, they are NOT welcome to jump in and
do big, world-changing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST. Let me be very clear
about what cannot be done without permission:
1:
Any action that effects another person's character, for ill or good. Although
most people realize they can't harm another person's character without
permission, many don't realize that you can't HELP another character without
permission, either. Many characters have flaws for a reason. Don't go healing,
saving, or otherwise fixing another character without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with
the player involved.
2:
Any event that would drastically change things that have been done to the
world, whether the change is physical (rebuilding destroyed locations),
political (converting a population to a new cause), military (killing off all
the badguys) or anything else. Almost every situation, good or bad, that exists
in the RP was done for some reason. Don't go changing or fixing things without
DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the group.
Everyone who is involved in the RP is welcome in the mIRC chat channel #Loranna_RP.
If you have a plot idea then you are encouraged to go there and discuss it. If
you cannot get on the channel for some reason, or if the player whos character
you would affect with your plan is not there, then PM them using this board's
PM function. That's what it's there for.
For information on reaching #Loranna_RP via Mirc or Chatspike, look
http://www.ravensky.org/irc/.
Not following the above advice will only result in one thing: your post is
likely to be completely ignored by everyone as if it did not happen. This is
obvously not good for anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing
them.
Remember: Secret plans and surprises are seldom fun for anyone else. Before
they're revealed they're boring, because nobody knows about them, and
afterwards they're just annoying, because nobody knew about them.
Thank you, and have fun!
===
Info for Loranna:
Race: Nord
Sex: Female
===
Summary for Loranna:
Loranna has recently helped Slyvos with a necromantic ritual meant to offer
insight into the problem of the boundaries between the living and the dead
weakening; during that ritual Slyvos and Loranna both endured horrific images
and Slyvos's darkside, thought dealt with at Stormhold, made a reappearance ...
and Loranna called upon the power of Beauty to urge Slyvos to put down that
dark ugliness once and for all.
Now returned to Daggerfall, Loranna travels with Frostien and Sekka, having
stumbled into Sekka's plight in the bowels of Daggerfall's jails.
Posted by: sjvan0 May 9 2005, 06:20 AM
Frostien Marcelle, male Breton Battlemage and Conjuror of the
Mages Guild, is currently with Sekka and Loranna.
Posted by: S'reddit May 9 2005, 06:34 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 8 2005, 09:14 PM)
Now returned to Daggerfall, Loranna travels with Frostien and
Sekka, having stumbled into Sekka's plight in the bowels of Daggerfall's jails.
A clarion call echoed through the ancient streets of Daggerfall.
'Make way for the Dowager Queen Nulfaga,' the heralds sang. Aliens and locals
alike stood along the wide avenue leading to Castle Daggerfall to watch the
Dowager Queen's carriages roll past.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 06:40 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 9 2005, 12:34 AM)
A clarion call echoed through the ancient streets of Daggerfall.
'Make way for the Dowager Queen Nulfaga,' the heralds sang. Aliens and
locals alike stood along the wide avenue leading to Castle Daggerfall to watch
the Dowager Queen's carriages roll past.
As does everyone else, Loranna makes way, curious to see the Queen Nufaga.
I should have brushed up on recent Daggerfall history, she thinks with a
slight blush. Too much time spent being a silly barmaid, then a Daedra's
puppet, then just someone trying to save the world ...
Posted by: S'reddit May 9 2005, 06:49 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 8 2005, 09:40 PM)
As does everyone else, Loranna makes way, curious to see the
Queen Nufaga.
I should have brushed up on recent Daggerfall history, she thinks with a
slight blush. Too much time spent being a silly barmaid, then a
Daedra's puppet, then just someone trying to save the world ...
An open carriage with the dragon shield of the royal family of Daggerfall
rolled along the cobblestones away from the castle. The ancient, withered
Dowager Queen sat quietly, staring ahead, holding her eldest great
granddaughter, Princess Akorithi, on her lap. The Princess Mynisera waved
enthusiastically at the crowd, who roared their approval at her enthusiasm and
that of her brothers Prince Camaron and the heir of the kingdom, Prince
Lysandus.
A bystander near Loranna, a grizzled old veteran warrior, grumbled to no one in
particular, ‘Dark-skinned, them Princes and Princesses of a Breton kingdom,
ain’t they?’
And dark-skinned they were, having the Redguard characteristics of their
mother, Queen Aubk-I, former Princess of Sentinel.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 06:55 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 9 2005, 12:49 AM)
An open carriage with the dragon shield of the royal family of
Daggerfall rolled along the cobblestones away from the castle. The
ancient, withered Dowager Queen sat quietly, staring ahead, holding her eldest
great granddaughter, Princess Akorithi, on her lap. The Princess Mynisera
waved enthusiastically at the crowd, who roared their approval at her
enthusiasm and that of her brothers Prince Camaron and the heir of the kingdom,
Prince Lysandus.
A bystander near Loranna, a grizzled old veteran warrior, grumbled to no one in
particular, ‘Dark-skinned, them Princes and Princesses of a Breton kingdom,
ain’t they?’
And dark-skinned they were, having the Redguard characteristics of their
mother, Queen Aubk-I, former Princess of Sentinel.
Loranna, the ashen-skinned Nord, gives the grizzled veteran a quick, small
smile. "Their skin is dark," she agrees. "But not unpleasantly
so."
She returns to watching the carriage pass, smiling a little at Mynisera's
obvious enthusiasm. The crowd certainly seemed to like her.
Posted by: S'reddit May 9 2005, 07:00 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 8 2005, 09:55 PM)
Loranna, the ashen-skinned Nord, gives the grizzled veteran a
quick, small smile. "Their skin is dark," she agrees.
"But not unpleasantly so."
She returns to watching the carriage pass, smiling a little at Mynisera's
obvious enthusiasm. The crowd certainly seemed to like her.
The warrior raises an eyebrow, and muttering the word 'Dunmer' moves away.
A plump peasant woman shakes her head, 'Don't mind him. When you fight in wars
against Hammerfell, and win them, and you see children who look like Redguards
in line for the throne, some people get a little surly. Can't get with modern
times, I suppose, poor fella.'
'Where's that old witch going?' asked a sour-faced harridan next to the woman.
'Shedugent, her castle, so's I hear.'
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 07:03 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 9 2005, 01:00 AM)
The warrior raises an eyebrow, and muttering the word 'Dunmer'
moves away.
A plump peasant woman shakes her head, 'Don't mind him. When you fight in
wars against Hammerfell, and win them, and you see children who look like
Redguards in line for the throne, some people get a little surly. Can't
get with modern times, I suppose, poor fella.'
'Where's that old witch going?' asked a sour-faced harridan next to the woman.
'Shedugent, her castle, so's I hear.'
Loranna gives the peasant woman a small smile. "Ah; I see," she says.
"Poor fella indeed; most everyone else seems to be with modern times
though."
" ... Witch?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.
Posted by: S'reddit May 9 2005, 07:07 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 8 2005, 10:03 PM)
Loranna gives the peasant woman a small smile. "Ah; I
see," she says. "Poor fella indeed; most everyone else seems to
be with modern times though."
" ... Witch?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.
'You don't know our dowager queen is a renowned sorceress?' asked the plump
woman. 'Oh, yes, very powerful. Controls the seas, raises the dead ...'
'Dreadful place, Shedugent,' sneered the harridan. 'No place to bring
children.'
'They won't be there too long,' the first woman nodded. 'If King Gothryd isn't
back by the 20th, they'll be needed at the Fire Festival in Northmoor.'
The harridan's face softened, and she smiled wistfully. 'Oh, beautiful. I went
there once as a little girl ...'
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 07:11 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 9 2005, 01:07 AM)
'You don't know our dowager queen is a renowned sorceress?'
asked the plump woman. 'Oh, yes, very powerful. Controls the seas, raises
the dead ...'
'Dreadful place, Shedugent,' sneered the harridan. 'No place to bring
children.'
'They won't be there too long,' the first woman nodded. 'If King Gothryd isn't
back by the 20th, they'll be needed at the Fire Festival in Northmoor.'
The harridan's face softened, and she smiled wistfully. 'Oh, beautiful. I
went there once as a little girl ...'
Loranna wonders how many people will be blaming the Dowager Queen Nulfaga for
dead loved ones returning if Magnilde's predictions come true; she redoubles
her resolve to head to Solunastra and find Arynel quickly - assuming of course
he hasn't already figured out what she and Slyvos learned on his own.
"She sounds quite powerful indeed," Loranna agrees. "And
Shedugent sounds spooky ... but Northmoor sounds lovely; what was it
like?"
Posted by: S'reddit May 9 2005, 07:17 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 8 2005, 10:11 PM)
"She sounds quite powerful indeed," Loranna
agrees. "And Shedugent sounds spooky ... but Northmoor sounds
lovely; what was it like?"
‘Oh, misty and mountaneous, the cradle of Mara,’ the woman sighed. ‘On the Fire
Festival on the 20th, the mages all put on a show that is just breathtaking. If
you have the means, I would highly recommend it. It’s all Daggerfall territory
now, so the travel is safe. Just go north through Glenpoint, a few days ride …’
The carriage of the Queen Dowager and the royal guards having passed, the crowd
begins to disperse, returning to their lives.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 07:21 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 9 2005, 01:17 AM)
‘Oh, misty and mountaneous, the cradle of Mara,’ the woman
sighed. ‘On the Fire Festival on the 20th, the mages all put on a show that is
just breathtaking. If you have the means, I would highly recommend
it. It’s all Daggerfall territory now, so the travel is safe. Just
go north through Glenpoint, a few days ride …’
The carriage of the Queen Dowager and the royal guards having passed, the crowd
begins to disperse, returning to their lives.
"Thank you; I'll remember that," Loranna says, wondering if she'll
have the time to make it to the Fire Festival. One could hope ...
The crowd dispersing, Loranna rejoins her friends and returns to Soluastra.
Posted by: Shardie May 9 2005, 08:59 AM
Might do a bit of a summary, although I shall not post till
later tonight...
Maranda Biennie
Race Breton
Class Conjourer
Sex female
Maranda has dissapeared off the face of the earth
Lord Landon and his Seven Paladins of Justice
Landon
Race Imperial
Sex Male
Class knight
Lord Landon is off searching for the lost Maranda to give her the letter given
to him by his Wife to be, Maranda's sister.
He is armed with an Ebony Broadsword, and full Ebony Armour, as well as a charm
that increases luck by 10 every time it is used.
Seven Palidins
Race, Mixed
Sex, Six Males, One Female
Class mixed
Lord Landons seven Paladins are his loyal companions from his adventuring days
in the Black Marsh, and are his close friends.
Issac is the leader of the group, armed with a Daedric Spear he captured from a
Daedroth once, as he likes to boast, "with his bare hands" and
posesses elven armour. His main skill is Mounted Combat with his spear. He has
a ring, given to him by his late Mother, which enhances his skills with the
spear. he is a Imperial, and grew up in the same town as Lord landon
Paul is next, his skill is with his ancient elven Daikatana. A weapon dating
from the first era, how he ended up with it is anyones guess. he is a breton,
and proud of it, and met up with the party in Black Marsh. he also specalizes
in healing magics and is supposivly in a relationship with
Arisa, the only female member of the Palidins. A Spellsword, and a very good
one at that too... Her princible weapon is a mace, of unknown origin, but it
looks of Aldmeri design. She is, like paul, a Breton, and also is skilled in
Destruction Magics, but Unlike paul, she was a servent at Lord Landon's Estate
before his departure, she came with him to make sure he kept clean
Red is a Nord, and like all good male Nords, he is big, and likes to drink. His
princible weapon is his steel axe, which he has two of, and fights best when
drunk. If one was to call him a class, it would be a barbarian, but his bravery
is unsurpassed. even in the Taverns of the Summerset isles is his brave deeds
noted. He saved Lord landon by holding up a horde of Goblins that were chasing
them in during the Black Marsh Adventure. He joined with Lord landon as a
mercanry on his mothers request, to guard him, but has since become good
friends with him
Elverere is a high elf. And that is strange. He is a pure mage too, which is
even stranger. And the fact that he is traveling with the Paladins as one of
thier number is amazing to most people who don't know him. But Lord Landon
saved he, and his family's life one winters night on the road to Chorrol, from
some bandits, and has since vowed to serve him. He has an Enchanted Daedric
Dagger as his weapon, but his primary weapon is his powerful spells. Skilled in
all the mystical arts, he is a valuble member to the party
Cerius, the Imperial is another strange member, a Nightblade, formally under
the Emperor during the Thawn years, was thrown out of service as he was
suspected of being a conspiritor with the deranged battlemage. He got a job as
a servent in the Landon Estate, and joined Lord Landon from the begining
Lacoriz is the Redguad, and last member of the seven palidins. Not much is
known of him, except he is unparreleled with the blade by all... it is rumoured
by his companions that he can summon a spirit blade, as the mystical yokodans
did, but uses a Daedric Daikatana as his primary weapon. How he joined the
party is yet to be revealed...
Lord Landon and his paladins search for Maranda... but how will they find her
in the millions of miles of wasteland that makes up Daggerfall?
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 09:25 AM
Summary-
Dante, male Dunmer, is somewhere at Solunastra.
Illidan, male Dunmer, formely known as vampire, is around somewhere...doing
things.
Posted by: Sir Radont May 9 2005, 09:31 AM
OOC: Radont, male Imperial Knight Bachelor, is at Solunastra
waiting for this ghost business to clear up so he can go to Cyrodiil.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 09:39 AM
Setting info from the last thread:
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 6 2005, 04:04 AM)
ooc:
You are all invited to Solunastra, the Void Ranger Guildhouse in Daggerfall
City!
Solunastra is chartered as a "brotherly association of
adventurers," which means basically that they have pension plans,
charitable associations, and floats in parades. The public face of the Guild is
of a group of semi-retired adventurers who pooled their earnings to buy a large
house and sponsor a school for orphans.
Although most of the current residents of the Guildhouse are Void Rangers, they
keep this a secret, and in the past there have been associate members who were
not Void Rangers.
The house is large, with 5 wings, three floors, and a cellar, grotto, and
dungeon under the house. It's on Royal Row in Daggerfall, just down the road
from Castle Daggerfall, and it sits on a square with a large fountain and a
statue of Tiber Septim out front. Out back is an herb garden and a statue of
Kynareth, patron goddess of the city of Daggerfall. Tris habitually spits when
he walks past the statue of Kynareth, to show that he's still a loyal citizen
of Wayrest.
Daggerfall is a big city, with dozens of shops, taverns, banks, guilds, and a
Mages's Guild with a guild guide. It's advised to rent a horse if you want to
get anywhere in the city. There's a carriage house near the Guildhouse which
will rent horses. Follow the Royal Road downtown to the dock district and you
can hire a boat to take you anywhere in the Iliac Bay area.
The two closest taverns to the Guildhouse are: The Rat's Satchel, a merry
place frequented by athletes, actors, poets, and idle noblemen, notable for the
lack of women servers and patrons; and The Emperor's Jewel's, an upscale
establishment frequented by retired military officers, mostly those who fought
for Daggerfall's army in the recent wars.
The first floor of the Guildhouse is mostly public rooms, including a grand
dining hall, an informal dining area connected to the kitchen, and the music
room, a cosy wooden panelled room where people gather to play musical
intruments (such as the organ) and do other handwork. Upstairs is a
ballroom, and private quarters: this is where the party will be staying.
The rooms are small, but private, although there is also a barracks area left
over from the days when the Guild was much more populous. The third floor has
Allerleirauh's quarters. The third floor staircase is legendarily treacherous.
Don't go up there. The armory and training area are underground, next to
the cellars.
The primary residents of Solunastra are as follows:
Allerleirauh, a tall, slender woman with short silver hair who calls
herself a Nord. She is the founder of Solunastra, and her title here is General
Light.
The other two resident guild masters are Arynel and Solin.
Ciel Dolbinen is Solunastra's seneshal, which means he's in charge of
keeping the place running.
Dragon, an older male Nord, is the sword trainer of Solunastra, among
other things. He can often be found polishing swords and armor, or practicing
in the training area. He loves to spar with new people.
Mirror, aka Tris Gaerington, a handsome young male Breton.
Doll, a young girl with Akaviri facial features. She's a mage.
Skein, an older Imperial woman with long black hair and deep black eyes,
is the Guild's seer.
Mirea, redheaded Bosmer girl, is Allerleirauh's spy.
Tamne, an Azurite child, is Allerleirauh and Arynel's adopted daughter.
Sen-Yedda, the infant princess of the Dunmer people, spends most of her
time in Allerleirauh's company, when she's not with her nurse, Redguard woman
Jalian Hawkford.
Igba gra-Busnak is the Guild's cook. Don't go in the kitchen without her
permission.
Timmon, a young Breton boy, is Igba's servant.
There are also 3 servingmaids, all young, all from poor families originally,
although they are well-dressed in Solunstra's blue and silver livery.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 09:53 AM
Solunastra: Tris
It was the heat that woke him. The room seemed close, like a summer evening.
His ears were ringing, or were those crickets he heard? He could smell pine
needles, oilcloth, leather polish.
A youth stood by the foot of the bed. A handsome boy in armor, perhaps even
younger than Tris's own nineteen years, with straight brown hair and a serious,
quiet expression.
Tris could see the stone of the opposite wall, faintly, through him.
"I'm sorry," Tris whispered, sitting up. "Am I supposed to know
you?"
"I'm confused too," the young man said. "What are you doing
here?"
When Tris spoke to him, he became more solid, so that Tris could see the sigil
on his tabard - the rose of Wayrest.
The young man looked over at Ciel, and Tris followed his gaze. In the
silver-blue moonlight, Ciel's sleeping form shimmered, as if seen through
water. For a moment Ciel was beardless, with the sharp angles and sleek smooth
chest of a young man.
"Oh," the young man wearing the rose tabard said. "I remember
now."
Tris looked back at the young man, as his head slid from his shoulders. It hit
the stone floor with a thump, followed a second later by the thump of his body
collapsing.
Tris screamed, and the phantom disappeared.
Posted by: Solin May 9 2005, 09:57 AM
Ciel came awake in a start at the scream.
"What's the matter?" he demanded of the darkness half rising from the
bed. "What's going on?"
Tris felt Ciel's weight leave the frame of the bed and a moment latter a light
was struck.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 10:00 AM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 9 2005, 02:57 AM)
Ciel came awake in a start at the scream.
"What's the matter?" he demanded of the darkness half rising from the
bed. "What's going on?"
Tris felt Ciel's weight leave the frame of the bed and a moment latter a light
was struck.
"Ghost," Tris said, trying to regain his self-control. "I guess
he was one of yours. Young fellow, in a rose tabard. Wanted to know what I was
doing here, and then his head fell off."
Blinking against the light, he looked at Ciel's familiar, bearded face, his
grizzled hair, his furry chest.
"I saw you young," Tris said. "When he looked at you. You were
my age."
Posted by: Solin May 9 2005, 10:05 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 03:00 AM)
"Ghost," Tris said, trying to regain his
self-control. "I guess he was one of yours. Young fellow, in a rose
tabard. Wanted to know what I was doing here, and then his head fell off."
Blinking against the light, he looked at Ciel's familiar, bearded face, his
grizzled hair, his furry chest.
"I saw you young," Tris said. "When he looked at you. You
were my age."
Ciel blinked at the words as he finished lighting a candelabra.
"My ghost? he asked. "I never died in my youth though."
The knight was still groggy from sleep and seemed confused.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 10:08 AM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 9 2005, 03:05 AM)
Ciel blinked at the words as he finished lighting a candelabra.
"My ghost? he asked. "I never died in my youth though."
The knight was still groggy from sleep and seemed confused.
"Sorry, I'm not awake either," Tris said. "He was a young man,
with straight brown hair, in a rose tabard. Looking to get into bed with you I
reckon, only I was in his place. He didn't seem upset, only a little confused -
I think he forgot he was dead. And then he looked at you, and I saw you how he
saw you, like a young man, and then he said he remembered now, and his head
fell off."
Posted by: Solin May 9 2005, 10:19 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 03:08 AM)
"Sorry, I'm not awake either," Tris said.
"He was a young man, with straight brown hair, in a rose tabard. Looking
to get into bed with you I reckon, only I was in his place. He didn't seem
upset, only a little confused - I think he forgot he was dead. And then he
looked at you, and I saw you how he saw you, like a young man, and then he said
he remembered now, and his head fell off."
"Oh," Ciel said as full impact of Tris's words struck him, the air
hung still for a moment.
"That was a long time ago," Ciel said pulling his thoughts together.
He returned to the bed and sat down.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 10:22 AM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 9 2005, 04:19 AM)
"Oh," Ciel said as full impact of Tris's words struck
him, the air hung still for a moment.
"That was a long time ago," Ciel said pulling his thoughts
together. He returned to the bed and sat down.
There is a knock at the door.
"Tris? Ciel? You two all right?" comes Loranna's voice, sounding
concerned.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 10:29 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 03:22 AM)
There is a knock at the door.
"Tris? Ciel? You two all right?" comes Loranna's voice,
sounding concerned.
Tris glanced at Ciel. It was their habit to pretend, publically, that they
slept in separate rooms... but frankly Loranna knew already, there was no point
in scrambling to pretend Ciel wasn't here.
Tris grabbed something to wrap around himself and opened the door a crack.
"Ghost," he said. "Everything's fine. I was just startled."
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 10:34 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 04:29 AM)
Tris glanced at Ciel. It was their habit to pretend, publically,
that they slept in separate rooms... but frankly Loranna knew already, there
was no point in scrambling to pretend Ciel wasn't here.
Tris grabbed something to wrap around himself and opened the door a crack.
"Ghost," he said. "Everything's fine. I was just startled."
Tris sees Loranna's face, looking lovely as it always does, pull into a small
grimace. "Oh ... I see, of course," she says.
She lingers for about three seconds, her eyes hooded. " ... I'll be down
getting some breakfast; ... see you when you're ready, sorry for bothering
you."
Giving Tris a quick smile, she turns away; no use standing at their door and
having them feel awkward about her presence while they were dressing or
talking.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 10:38 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 03:34 AM)
Tris sees Loranna's face, looking lovely as it always does, pull
into a small grimace. "Oh ... I see, of course," she says.
She lingers for about three seconds, her eyes hooded. " ... I'll be
down getting some breakfast; ... see you when you're ready, sorry for bothering
you."
Giving Tris a quick smile, she turns away; no use standing at their door and
having them feel awkward about her presence while they were dressing or
talking.
Tris pulled the door shut behind her and turned to Ciel.
"This can't go on," he said, leaning against the doorframe.
"It's not fair to us, it's not fair to the dead. Herwyn said something to
me yesterday; that since all my gains have always been ill-gotten, how would I
know what my life would have been like if I followed the rules?"
Posted by: Solin May 9 2005, 10:44 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 03:38 AM)
Tris pulled the door shut behind her and turned to Ciel.
"This can't go on," he said, leaning against the doorframe.
"It's not fair to us, it's not fair to the dead. Herwyn said something to
me yesterday; that since all my gains have always been ill-gotten, how
would I know what my life would have been like if I followed the rules?"
"Ill-gotten?" Ciel mumbled mostly to himself. "How can anyone
know?"
He paused.
"How can we fix it?"
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 10:48 AM
Illidan had a relatively peaceful breakfast, the screaming one
of it's only interruptions. He looked around cautiously a moment before
stealthily snatching up a few pieces of cold meat, and a knife. He headed
groggily up the stairs to his room.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 10:48 AM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 9 2005, 03:44 AM)
"Ill-gotten?" Ciel mumbled mostly to himself.
"How can anyone know?"
He paused.
"How can we fix it?"
"No idea," Tris said. "Let's go find out if Slyvos learned anything."
He seemed to be taking it for granted that Slyvos and Loranna had gone ahead
with the ritual without the support of the others.
Downstairs, he greeted Loranna with a smile, leaning in to snatch the brown,
crunchy end of the loaf of toasted bread - the best part, in his opinion.
"Good morning, pretty Loranna. How was your day yesterday?"
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 10:55 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 04:48 AM)
"No idea," Tris said. "Let's go find out if
Slyvos learned anything."
He seemed to be taking it for granted that Slyvos and Loranna had gone ahead
with the ritual without the support of the others.
Downstairs, he greeted Loranna with a smile, leaning in to snatch the brown,
crunchy end of the loaf of toasted bread - the best part, in his opinion.
"Good morning, pretty Loranna. How was your day yesterday?"
Loranna looks at Tris and Ciel, a thick slice of bread cut from the middle of
the loaf in her hand; she had always liked the middle of the bread best.
" ... Well, it went, and we learned an answer - one somewhat obvious in
retrospect," she says, her tone nuetral, almost. "Ciel is alive, but
to the book of Life and Death, he is listed as dead. The discrepency is the
source of the problem, as we knew, and the discrepency needs to be
remedied."
She closes her eyes for a moment, then stares at her bread. "Since none of
us wish Ciel to die, that leaves the other option - the records must be set
straight. That means Arkay, or to my thinking, that means Arynel and his
shard."
She takes a bite; her demeanor relaxes a bit while she's chewing ...
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 11:01 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 03:55 AM)
Loranna looks at Tris and Ciel, a thick slice of bread cut from
the middle of the loaf in her hand; she had always liked the middle of the
bread best.
" ... Well, it went, and we learned an answer - one somewhat obvious in
retrospect," she says, her tone nuetral, almost. "Ciel is
alive, but to the book of Life and Death, he is listed as dead. The
discrepency is the source of the problem, as we knew, and the discrepency needs
to be remedied."
She closes her eyes for a moment, then stares at her bread. "Since
none of us wish Ciel to die, that leaves the other option - the records must be
set straight. That means Arkay, or to my thinking, that means Arynel and
his shard."
She takes a bite; her demeanor relaxes a bit while she's chewing ...
Allerleirauh didn't comment on the fact that the ritual had taken place. She
had very good spies; few things were a surprise to her.
"Killing Ciel would not correct the discrepancy, in any case," she
said. "Then there would be two deaths marked against his name. Well, Tris,
you have a gift for sowing confusion. I only hope that the errors can be
corrected instance by instance, that the whole of reality has not been
irreparably corrupted."
Tris chose to ignore this. "Where is Arynel, anyway? I haven't seen him
since everyone arrived."
Posted by: Solin May 9 2005, 11:06 AM
Ciel held his lips in a tight line and remained silent. He
idisliked that the ritual had gone on against his wishes but relented in the
fact that it was done.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 11:06 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 05:01 AM)
Allerleirauh didn't comment on the fact that the ritual had
taken place. She had very good spies; few things were a surprise to her.
"Killing Ciel would not correct the discrepancy, in any case,"
she said. "Then there would be two deaths marked against his name. Well,
Tris, you have a gift for sowing confusion. I only hope that the errors can be
corrected instance by instance, that the whole of reality has not been
irreparably corrupted."
Tris chose to ignore this. "Where is Arynel, anyway? I haven't seen
him since everyone arrived."
Loranna munches on her bread quietly, not having any idea where Arynel is; she
usually didn't, anyway.
She'd told Tris she understood why he did what he did and might have done the
same if she had been in her position; now, she wasn't sure what she thought of
the latter statement. It might take a while before she knew how she felt about
the situation.
Posted by: S'reddit May 9 2005, 11:17 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
Visitors and diplomats without state business were politely ushered out. Pages
rushes through the gently winding corridors finding the Queen’s chief ministers
of state in their offices and state rooms, banquet halls and parlors.
The Minister of War, the Chief Minister of State, Lord of the Queen’s Council,
the Chief Castellan, the Chancellor, the Minister of Commerce, the Lord
Treasurer, and Her Majesty’s Spymaster were wanted at once in Elysana’s throne
room. Together with a dozen of the Queen’s advisors who had no official title.
Elysana had had a visitor last night. A most unwelcome one, for a woman who
wanted no unannounced visitors.
A dead one.
Posted by: Nalion May 9 2005, 11:52 AM
OOC Summary:
Nalion, male Breton mage, currently resides within the Halls of Solunastra in
Daggerfall City.
/OOC Summary
Nalion lay on his bed in a guest chamber in Solunastra and stared at the blank
ceiling above him, his mind seemed to be far distant. Nalion's thoughts were troubled.
This night he had slept badly again, as he had the night before. Not only
because of what he had heard about the visitation of ghosts of the past that he
and several other friends had encountered, but because of several other
revelations that had been granted to him this past day.
Void Rangers...
As it was often in such cases, the true consequences of a revelation came not
in the instance of the revelation itself, but after the first shock had
settled. As he had said to Tris and Ciel the other day, several pieces of the
puzzle now snapped together and formed a larger part of the picture - though
not the whole one.
Since he joined this group on a day of blood and snow at the gates of Snowhawk,
he had seen and done many things others would call impossible, crazy, daring
and perhaps blasphemous, but it had gradually widened his mind's horizon. The
latest and most important of these events was Hogithum.
Eight of them had taken up the role and the powers of the Aedra and tapped into
the foundations of the world itself, thus being able to control the Eidolon to
destroy the Azurites and not the whole world. What Tris said roused answers
concerning this event, the things that really happened there.
What Azura had done when creating the Azurites, what they had done to remedy
it. They had not just mantled the Aedra to take their powers, but to be able to
"tamper" - as Tris had said - with the world on a different level,
one that is not obvious to most people, a level that seems impossible to others.
It was the level on which the Eidolon seemed to have operated, too, when it
began to dissolve the world around them...
Nalion woke from his deep thoughts by the sound of guards shouting outside on
the main street to make way for some noble. He did not bother to look out of
the window, still trying to catch his wandering thoughts to make them think
straight again. Instead, he moved to the pitcher and bowl that was standing on
a small table. He poured water from the pitcher into the bowl and watched his
mirror image staring back at him. His brown hair was mixed up, his eyes looked
tired and the stubbles on his chin seemed to cry for a shave. The mage stifled
a yawn, then began to wash his face. The cold fresh water felt good on his
skin, it seemed to clear up his mind as well as it was cleaning his face.
He wasn't hungry right now and wasn't keen on talking either, yet he had in
mind to speak to Tris later, so he did what he had done so often when he needed
solitude for himself. In quick strides, he moved down the aisle towards a door
and entered.
The scent that greeted him was very familiar, every library possessed this
mixture of smells: leather and parchment and dried ink, a smell of wooden
shelfs and of a little dust tickling his nose. He traced a line of books with
his fingers, head slightly tilted to read the script on their backs. Nalion
smiled upon the fine selection of books Allerleirauh kept in this library. The
mage closed his eyes, chose a random book and entered the adjacent study,
oblivious to everything that happened around him.
Posted by: Teleran May 9 2005, 01:08 PM
“Hello boy. You know, your mother was quite disappointed when
you left Ald’Ruhn,” A quiet voice arose from the shadows. Teleran jerked around
to see his father standing before him. “Don’t worry, not a vengeful spirit or
whatnot, my business is finished. I just wanted to see you one again, how you’d
grown.”
“Wha- How- Why?” Teleran stammered, “Dad?”
Teleran’s Dad smiled, “Still asking more questions than there is time for I
see, and not the right ones at that. I already answered why, and as to how,
your guess is as good as mine. It just seemed easier now, so I took the
chance.”
“Are you real?” Teleran said
“Stop that. Am I real? I am dead, if that is what you mean. I see you still
carry the dagger I gave you, finest stahlrim,” He produced an identical dagger
from a scabbard at his side, “a good tool that is, got me out of many scrapes
before I gave it to you. Not quite as reliable as a long blade, but it suits
you.”
“It has served me well,” Teleran agreed.
“I am sure it has. Now about your other dagger… rid yourself of it, it will
only lead you to pain and folly. One last thing before I go, take my dagger, I
won’t need it.” He laid his dagger over the iron one and for a second the iron
one disappeared and was replaced by the Stahlrim one, a blink later and the
iron was once more in its place. “Goodbye Teleran, your mother will be along
shortly if I know her, of course you Dunmer have that ritual binding of your
ancestors so she might not be able. Good luck.”
“Nice to see you again Dad,” Teleran said. As he attempted to embrace the ghost
the ghost started being torn apart, gashes almost cut the torso into quarters
and chunks disappeared from the extremities.
“I had forgotten how much this part hurt,” muttered the ghost through gritted
teeth. He disappeared as a thin line slashed through his neck and his head
fell. He disappeared entirely a breath later.
Teleran stared at the space where his father had stood then lifted the iron
dagger from its scabbard and looked at it worriedly for a few moments. He was
turning back to sleep when another, very different voice spoke.
“That’s the blade you killed me with, isn’t it fetcher?” spoke a ragged ghost,
a bandit probably.
“You weren’t even killed by a blade,” muttered another one, “you were shot
through by your own arrow.”
‘What’s it matter?” piped up another one, “It’s his fault.”
Teleran turned to face them. “You can’t touch me,” He said, much more calmly
than he felt.
“Oh? Can’t we?” The figure smiled grimly.
“Think again little boy,” said the first, smirking.
The third one chuckled soundlessly. “Shall we begin?”
They closed in on Teleran, the blades in his room started floating into the air
through no will of Teleran’s, “Would you like me to show you what you did to
me? I will admit, it was expertly done, but I think the challenge of
duplicating it would be a challenge, think of it as a learning experience.
Hehe, yes, a very good lesson for you. Wait, what is that? Something is
coming!”
Teleran looked at his hand and saw the iron dagger, it flared brightly into the
form of his father’s dagger then abruptly it was iron again. The spirits in
front of him vanished, they were there then they were gone, with no in-between.
In their place stood a young Dunmer, almost the exact image of Teleran, but
there was something different, something wrong in the way he held himself, not
to mention he still had both his arms.
The ghost-image held up its left arm, in it there was a daedric dagger; in its
right hand was what looked like its twin, it came up parallel to the first. “Now
I suppose you thought that was a clever trick? Breaking us into pieces, but we
showed you better, yes, you know better now don’t you?
"Well, you should, yet you try it again moron, that barrier won’t hold us
for long. Release us and we won’t make you suffer more than is necessary.”
“No,” Teleran said.
“Haha, you defy me? Enjoy your respite, fool.” The image’s daggers
shattered and the body disappeared. A whisper reached Teleran after the room
had emptied. “A price will be paid.”
Teleran remained awake for the rest of the night, contemplating ways to remove
the dagger from his possession, since physically leaving it hadn't worked thus
far. The dagger seemed oddly quiet for the time being, especially considering
the topic. Absorbed in thought, he paid no heed to anything until the sun had
cleared the horizon.
Posted by: Arrogant_Hero May 9 2005, 01:27 PM
Gris summary...
Gris, the massive, Orc, broods around Ald Raathim trying to figure out what to
do to stop his ghastly, dream premonition from coming true, and be ready if it
does happen.
***
I start by doing over two thousand pushups, with two boulders, the size of
Guars on my back. I stop counting after two thousand.
Next I take the boulders, tie them tight with rope, then tie the rope around my
waist, and climb the side of a small mountain outside of Ald Raathim. The rest
is a secret Orc training technique to gain agility while having as much bulk as
Orcs do.
After the training, and once the boulders are untied from me, I feel
weightless, almost like if I jumped right now I would start to fly.
I flex my arms and I know, I’m ready. I’m back to my old form, in fact I’m far
better then I was before. The fight with the Nord made me smarter, the injures
made me stronger, and this training has made me faster.
A barely seen smile flashes on my face. “The rematch will be interesting.”
Speaking of that young, ugly thing. I have a feeling that fool Nord would know
something about my lifelike dream. Maybe I will go to Daggerfall, but
first things first...
I need my weapon back, my wench, Luciel.
I light up a long overdue cherry, and its smoke can be seen heading to Ald
Raathim’s Smith Hall.
Posted by: Arrogant_Hero May 9 2005, 01:41 PM
I arrive to the Smith’s Hall cloaked in evil looks. I’m not
surprised. I dropped in every once in awhile to check on the progress of my
axe, saying nothing to anyone. Then after a few hours of brooding around the
Hall, and loud sighs, I would leave. Needless to say I hadn’t earned friends in
this place. They hate me, I can tell, but... they all respect me.
The word had spread around town of the battle me and Aricyn had. Most people in
the town heard the short version of the fight, Aricyn won – but those that saw
the fight, held a different story. Once that version spread around town, people
begin to hold their own conclusion of who won. Which lead to awe inspired looks
everywhere I went, and even free food in some places.
I’d say at this time the town was split fifty, fifty on the conclusion of who
won.
Believe it or not, I actually had respect for one of these so called
"Smiths", the old Nord working on my axe, Floki Longhammer. When he
said he could speak to weapons, I laughed at him, and dismissed him as another
crazy, old Nord. But he soon proved me wrong. Since I got her, Luciel only
spoke to me, but somehow, the Nord got her to speak to him too, and he found
out her name.
That was enough.
But respect or not, today would be the day I get my axe back. He better
hope he’s done. The last time I was here the Nord was saying something about an
enchantment he was working on. I told him magicka was for the weak, and he just
laughed his old, hardy laugh. I wonder how that’s going?
“Longhammer!” I yell deep into the Hall.
I then light up another sweet cherry, as I wait for the old man to get off his
backside and greet me.
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 02:04 PM
Dante’s room-
Dante sat up in bed, throwing his legs over the edge. Staring down at the mound
of pants, which he had slipped off moments before climbing into his bed. He let
out a relaxed sigh as he drew his forefinger and thumb across his eyes, meeting
at his nose. He loved to sleep in.
“Dante…” A soft voice said, “Dante, help…”
Dante looked up to see an elderly Dunmer woman, kneeling not too far from him,
side on, only half her face visible. “What the…”
“Dante…what an odd name…” She continued, “I knew it was a mistake letting
Illidan name you.”
“Oh…no…” He muttered, realizing who the woman was.
“Dante…” She said again, looking towards him. The sight causing Dante to reel
back, half of her face…was gone, or caved in for the most part. Her jawbone
hanging freely on one side, “…help.” At that, the specter vanished in a wisp of
smoke.
Illidan’s room-
Illidan sat a small desk, the plate of cold meat sitting simply in front of
him. With his knife he would cut thin strips from it, and place to them to one
side…smiling tiredly as he did.
“I see you’re still interested in that crafty nonsense, eh?” Asked a gruff,
raspy voice. Illidan almost choked on air. He turned, to see an old Dunmer man,
leaning idly on his axe, one foot crossed behind the other.
“Oh great…visits from the dead and you show up.” Illidan scoffed,
climbing out of his chair.
“You always were a disrespectful little bastard.” The Dunmer said, flicking his
grey hair out of his eyes. “No wonder you never amounted to anything, I’m glad
I’ve been given the chance to tell you that.”
“Shut up.” Illidan said, clenching his fists and staring at the floor.
“Oh, lovely…” The man said, hoisting the axe over his shoulder. “Anyway, how’s
your conscience treating you? I wouldn’t think it’d be that great, watching as
your own father was slaughtered…although given every opportunity to try and
stop it.”
“I…I was young then, too young.” Illidan managed to stammer out.
“Young? You were twenty five!” The man snarled, “A coward is what you were, and
I see you haven’t done much to change that.”
Illidan growled before marching towards the ghost, and staring it in the eyes.
“Hello.” The ghost said sarcastically, with a roll of its eyes. Illidan’s
breathing became louder and tenser, Seconds past before he reeled back his
fist.
Several loud thumps could be heard from Illidan’s room, along with the sound of
cracking wood.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 02:06 PM
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 9 2005, 04:52 AM)
OOC Summary:
Nalion, male Breton mage, currently resides within the Halls of Solunastra in
Daggerfall City.
/OOC Summary
Nalion lay on his bed in a guest chamber in Solunastra and stared at the blank
ceiling above him, his mind seemed to be far distant. Nalion's thoughts were
troubled. This night he had slept badly again, as he had the night before. Not
only because of what he had heard about the visitation of ghosts of the past
that he and several other friends had encountered, but because of several other
revelations that had been granted to him this past day.
Void Rangers...
As it was often in such cases, the true consequences of a revelation came not
in the instance of the revelation itself, but after the first shock had
settled. As he had said to Tris and Ciel the other day, several pieces of the
puzzle now snapped together and formed a larger part of the picture - though
not the whole one.
Since he joined this group on a day of blood and snow at the gates of Snowhawk,
he had seen and done many things others would call impossible, crazy, daring
and perhaps blasphemous, but it had gradually widened his mind's horizon. The
latest and most important of these events was Hogithum.
Eight of them had taken up the role and the powers of the Aedra and tapped into
the foundations of the world itself, thus being able to control the Eidolon to
destroy the Azurites and not the whole world. What Tris said roused answers
concerning this event, the things that really happened there.
What Azura had done when creating the Azurites, what they had done to remedy
it. They had not just mantled the Aedra to take their powers, but to be able to
"tamper" - as Tris had said - with the world on a different level,
one that is not obvious to most people, a level that seems impossible to
others. It was the level on which the Eidolon seemed to have operated, too,
when it began to dissolve the world around them...
Nalion woke from his deep thoughts by the sound of guards shouting outside on
the main street to make way for some noble. He did not bother to look out of
the window, still trying to catch his wandering thoughts to make them think
straight again. Instead, he moved to the pitcher and bowl that was standing on
a small table. He poured water from the pitcher into the bowl and watched his
mirror image staring back at him. His brown hair was mixed up, his eyes looked
tired and the stubbles on his chin seemed to cry for a shave. The mage stifled
a yawn, then began to wash his face. The cold fresh water felt good on his
skin, it seemed to clear up his mind as well as it was cleaning his face.
He wasn't hungry right now and wasn't keen on talking either, yet he had in
mind to speak to Tris later, so he did what he had done so often when he needed
solitude for himself. In quick strides, he moved down the aisle towards a door
and entered.
The scent that greeted him was very familiar, every library possessed this mixture
of smells: leather and parchment and dried ink, a smell of wooden shelfs and of
a little dust tickling his nose. He traced a line of books with his fingers,
head slightly tilted to read the script on their backs. Nalion smiled upon the
fine selection of books Allerleirauh kept in this library. The mage closed his
eyes, chose a random book and entered the adjacent study, oblivious to
everything that happened around him.
Nalion passed someone else in the library, as oblivious to him as he was to
her.
Little Doll had fallen fast asleep while reading about the mysteries of Arkay,
the theories of the various races on the afterlife, and the persistence of
spirits after death.
Now she was dreaming, or was she?
She sat on an elaborate bed of dark wood, inlaid with mother of pearl patterns,
laden with rich silks.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I won't serve you. You'll have to choose
another girl."
He hadn't recognized her. She wasn't surprised, she had barely recognized him.
She was too beautiful, and he too ugly. Once her youngest uncle had been a
favorite of women. But that was before the fire. Now his face was white with
massive, lumpy scars, stretched over his eyes, his nose gone, his lips barely
mobile, distorting his voice. If she had recognized him sooner it would have
been better. But she had only recognized him by the mole on his shoulder, when
he took his shirt off.
"DAMN YOU!" he cried in his new, strange voice. "HOW DARE YOU
SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU WH*RE!"
Where were the house guards? They should come in now. She remembered it,
remembered them dragging him, still screaming, into the street. Remembered
hearing a week later that he had drowned, perhaps on purpose, that his
suffering was at an end now.
He was still shouting at her. "YOU THINK I'M TOO UGLY, DO YOU? YOU'RE THE
ONE WHO'S UGLY! I'VE COME TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED, GET WHAT I PAID FOR!"
Doll screamed, shrinking back from him, and could not stop screaming.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 02:16 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 07:04 AM)
Dante’s room-
Dante sat up in bed, throwing his legs over the edge. Staring down at the mound
of pants, which he had slipped off moments before climbing into his bed. He let
out a relaxed sigh as he drew his forefinger and thumb across his eyes, meeting
at his nose. He loved to sleep in.
“Dante…” A soft voice said, “Dante, help…”
Dante looked up to see an elderly Dunmer woman, kneeling not too far from him,
side on, only half her face visible. “What the…”
“Dante…what an odd name…” She continued, “I knew it was a mistake letting
Illidan name you.”
“Oh…no…” He muttered, realizing who the woman was.
“Dante…” She said again, looking towards him. The sight causing Dante to reel
back, half of her face…was gone, or caved in for the most part. Her jawbone
hanging freely on one side, “…help.” At that, the specter vanished in a wisp of
smoke.
Illidan’s room-
Illidan sat a small desk, the plate of cold meat sitting simply in front of
him. With his knife he would cut thin strips from it, and place to them to one
side…smiling tiredly as he did.
“I see you’re still interested in that crafty nonsense, eh?” Asked a gruff,
raspy voice. Illidan almost choked on air. He turned, to see an old Dunmer man,
leaning idly on his axe, one foot crossed behind the other.
“Oh great…visits from the dead and you show up.” Illidan scoffed,
climbing out of his chair.
“You always were a disrespectful little bastard.” The Dunmer said, flicking his
grey hair out of his eyes. “No wonder you never amounted to anything, I’m glad
I’ve been given the chance to tell you that.”
“Shut up.” Illidan said, clenching his fists and staring at the floor.
“Oh, lovely…” The man said, hoisting the axe over his shoulder. “Anyway, how’s
your conscience treating you? I wouldn’t think it’d be that great, watching as
your own father was slaughtered…although given every opportunity to try and
stop it.”
“I…I was young then, too young.” Illidan managed to stammer out.
“Young? You were twenty five!” The man snarled, “A coward is what you were, and
I see you haven’t done much to change that.”
Illidan growled before marching towards the ghost, and staring it in the eyes.
“Hello.” The ghost said sarcastically, with a roll of its eyes. Illidan’s
breathing became louder and tenser, Seconds past before he reeled back his
fist.
Several loud thumps could be heard from Illidan’s room, along with the sound of
cracking wood.
Dragon heard the sounds from Illidan's room and cleared the stairs three at a
time, sword in hand. He rapped on the door with the hilt of the blade, then set
his shoulder to the door and burst in.
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 02:25 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 09:46 PM)
Dragon heard the sounds from Illidan's room and cleared the
stairs three at a time, sword in hand. He rapped on the door with the hilt of
the blade, then set his shoulder to the door and burst in.
The door swung open to reveal Illidan on his knees, his fist bloody. He looked
up at Dragon, "Oh..." He began searching for the right words. Not
finding them, he remained silent.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 02:32 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 07:25 AM)
The door swung open to reveal Illidan on his knees, his fist
bloody. He looked up at Dragon, "Oh..." He began searching for the
right words. Not finding them, he remained silent.
Dragon's impassive face held neither fear nor censure. Instead he strode in,
looked in all corners of the room, then said, "Are you all right,
boy?"
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 02:40 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 10:02 PM)
Dragon's impassive face held neither fear nor censure. Instead
he strode in, looked in all corners of the room, then said, "Are you all
right, boy?"
"I'm fine." Illidan said, cupping his clenched fist in his other
hand. "I just had a...visitor, if you will. Seems to be happening to
everyone lately." Illidan said with a small snort, trying to make light of
the situation.
Posted by: sjvan0 May 9 2005, 02:41 PM
Somewhere deep below Cyrodiil
Two lanterns layed shattered upon a table in a narrow room filled with books.
Two people, one an ancient Breton man, the other a dunmer boy no older than 17.
"YOU FOOL!" The breton shouted, furious. "How could this have
happended!?"
The dunmer shrunk back, terrified of the towering man before him, a hunched
cripple no longer.
"I am sorry master!" the dunmer weeped "I was cleaning the lamps
when the rusted hooks broke."
"Stop crying you snivelling imbecile!" He roared, his voice almost
shaking the walls around them. "Centuries of work wasted in single moment.
You shall pay for your clumsiness!" And in a flash, the youth was
gone, a cockroach in his place. The breton watched it scurry away, and looked
to the shards of glass before him. His beedy eyes sat upon the remaining
lantern like a hungry spider watching a fly. "All is not lost. One
soullamp remains. Wether it shall be enough will remain to be seen."
Solunastra, Daggerfall
As the darkness around Yasur Aranakan receded, he looked around at his strange
surroundings. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from him.
Where on Niirn am I now? This place doesn't seem familiar.
His eyes wandered throughout the room he was in, but rested on a window. He
walked towards it slowly, and looked outside.
Daggerfall! But how? And it looks different to the last time I was here,
with father. It looks older.
He walked out the room, his ghostly form near invisble. He sauntered into the
great dining hall, and looked upon the others eating there.
My friends. He smiled, happy to see that they were still alive, unlike
he.
He felt a great tug, and saw a massive hole form beneath him. There was no
light, only darkness, but he was not afraid. He knew he was free of his past
now.
"Goodbye." He whispered, smiling. For a moment, the others could see
him clear as day, then the great darkness swallowed him, leaving beautiful
points of green light throughout the house.
For one moment, there was darkness. Then there was nothing.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 02:57 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 07:40 AM)
"I'm fine." Illidan said, cupping his clenched fist in
his other hand. "I just had a...visitor, if you will. Seems to be
happening to everyone lately." Illidan said with a small snort, trying to
make light of the situation.
"Unfinished business, eh?" Dragon asked, looking at Illidan's bloody
fist. "You seemed to be holding your own when I came in."
He lit the candles on the candelabra, filling the room with light, then patted
the younger man's back.
"It's easier for me, all my dead are so far away that I don't even
remember their names. Just as well, my parents would probably have a word or
two to say to me if they could find me. It's a safe bet they didn't go straight
to the highest heaven with Akatosh the way they always said they would. You
want company, just until you get over having the creepy-crawlies?"
Posted by: Nalion May 9 2005, 02:57 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 02:06 PM)
Nalion passed someone else in the library, as oblivious to him
as he was to her.
Little Doll had fallen fast asleep while reading about the mysteries of Arkay,
the theories of the various races on the afterlife, and the persistence of
spirits after death.
Now she was dreaming, or was she?
She sat on an elaborate bed of dark wood, inlaid with mother of pearl patterns,
laden with rich silks.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I won't serve you. You'll have to
choose another girl."
He hadn't recognized her. She wasn't surprised, she had barely recognized him.
She was too beautiful, and he too ugly. Once her youngest uncle had been a
favorite of women. But that was before the fire. Now his face was white with
massive, lumpy scars, stretched over his eyes, his nose gone, his lips barely
mobile, distorting his voice. If she had recognized him sooner it would have
been better. But she had only recognized him by the mole on his shoulder, when
he took his shirt off.
"DAMN YOU!" he cried in his new, strange voice. "HOW DARE
YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU WH*RE!"
Where were the house guards? They should come in now. She remembered it,
remembered them dragging him, still screaming, into the street. Remembered
hearing a week later that he had drowned, perhaps on purpose, that his
suffering was at an end now.
He was still shouting at her. "YOU THINK I'M TOO UGLY, DO YOU? YOU'RE
THE ONE WHO'S UGLY! I'VE COME TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED, GET WHAT I PAID
FOR!"
Doll screamed, shrinking back from him, and could not stop screaming.
Nalion startled and stood up from the desk as he heard the screams, the stool
he had been sitting on tipping over and hitting the floor with a loud
"THUD".
The screams came from the library, so near...
The mage hastened out from the study and past the bookshelves until he saw the
source of the screaming.
Doll looked hysterical and Nalion rushed over to her, and gently stretched out
his arms towards her, brushing her hair and shaking her lightly to wake her.
"Doll, Doll! Wake up... wake up." he said softly, yet insistent.
"You're here, safe... wake up!"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 03:02 PM
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 9 2005, 07:57 AM)
Nalion startled and stood up from the desk as he heard the
screams, the stool he had been sitting on tipping over and hitting the floor
with a loud "THUD".
The screams came from the library, so near...
The mage hastened out from the study and past the bookshelves until he saw the
source of the screaming.
Doll looked hysterical and Nalion rushed over to her, and gently stretched out
his arms towards her, brushing her hair and shaking her lighty to wake her.
"Doll, Doll! Wake up... wake up." he said softly, yet insistent.
"You're here, safe... wake up!"
"He's here," Doll screamed, sobbing. Nalion had never seen the
self-possessed young girl so upset, it made her look her true age. "Get
him away from me!"
At first she seemed so hysterical that she was in danger of hurting him. But at
his touch she stopped thrashing. He ended up holding her in his arms while she
wept hot tears against his shoulder. Whatever vision she had seen, she didn't
seem inclined to share it.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 03:06 PM
QUOTE(sjvan0 @ May 9 2005, 07:41 AM)
Somewhere deep below Cyrodiil
Two lanterns layed shattered upon a table in a narrow room filled with books.
Two people, one an ancient Breton man, the other a dunmer boy no older than 17.
"YOU FOOL!" The breton shouted, furious. "How could this have
happended!?"
The dunmer shrunk back, terrified of the towering man before him, a hunched
cripple no longer.
"I am sorry master!" the dunmer weeped "I was cleaning the lamps
when the rusted hooks broke."
"Stop crying you snivelling imbecile!" He roared, his voice almost
shaking the walls around them. "Centuries of work wasted in single moment.
You shall pay for your clumsiness!" And in a flash, the youth was
gone, a cockroach in his place. The breton watched it scurry away, and looked
to the shards of glass before him. His beedy eyes sat upon the remaining
lantern like a hungry spider watching a fly. "All is not lost. One
soullamp remains. Wether it shall be enough will remain to be seen."
Solunastra, Daggerfall
As the darkness around Yasur Aranakan receded, he looked around at his strange
surroundings. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from him.
Where on Niirn am I now? This place doesn't seem familiar.
His eyes wandered throughout the room he was in, but rested on a window. He
walked towards it slowly, and looked outside.
Daggerfall! But how? And it looks different to the last time I was here,
with father. It looks older.
He walked out the room, his ghostly form near invisble. He sauntered into the
great dining hall, and looked upon the others eating there.
My friends. He smiled, happy to see that they were still alive, unlike
he.
He felt a great tug, and saw a massive hole form beneath him. There was no light,
only darkness, but he was not afraid. He knew he was free of his past now.
"Goodbye." He whispered, smiling. For a moment, the others could see
him clear as day, then the great darkness swallowed him, leaving beautiful
points of green light throughout the house.
For one moment, there was darkness. Then there was nothing.
Those gathered at breakfast saw the spirit in its fullest form.
"Yasur," Allerleirauh said, standing up.
"Wasn't that... that guy?" said Mirea, never good with names.
In Allerleirauh's arms, the baby laughed, and held her arms out, trying to
touch the drifting green light.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 03:09 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 09:06 AM)
Those gathered at breakfast saw the spirit in its fullest form.
"Yasur," Allerleirauh said, standing up.
"Wasn't that... that guy?" said Mirea, never good with names.
In Allerleirauh's arms, the baby laughed, and held her arms out, trying to
touch the drifting green light.
"He looked so happy," Loranna says, standing as well. "Farewell
Yasur; ... take care friend ..."
Hearing Sen-Yedda laugh brings a smile to Loranna's face, and she whispers
quietly Thank -you-, dear to the baby.
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 03:10 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 10:27 PM)
"Unfinished business, eh?" Dragon asked, looking
at Illidan's bloody fist. "You seemed to be holding your own when I came
in."
He lit the candles on the candelabra, filling the room with light, then patted
the younger man's back.
"It's easier for me, all my dead are so far away that I don't even
remember their names. Just as well, my parents would probably have a word or
two to say to me if they could find me. It's a safe bet they didn't go straight
to the highest heaven with Akatosh the way they always said they would. You
want company, just until you get over having the creepy-crawlies?"
"Unfinished buisness." Illidan said, placing his own hand over
Dragon's as he climbed to his feet. Dragon's words helped him to relax a bit.
"I wouldn't want to trouble you..." Illidan began, "...but
another person around really wouldn't hurt right about now." He said,
moving over to the desk.
He sat down, and turned to face Dragon, ignoring the plate of meat for the time
being. "So...tell me a little bit about yourself, Dragon, was it? I think
I overheard that somewhere." Illidan said with a slight shrug, "how'd
you come across this place?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 03:17 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 08:10 AM)
"Unfinished buisness." Illidan said, placing his own
hand over Dragon's as he climbed to his feet. Dragon's words helped him to
relax a bit.
"I wouldn't want to trouble you..." Illidan began, "...but
another person around really wouldn't hurt right about now." He said,
moving over to the desk.
He sat down, and turned to face Dragon, ignoring the plate of meat for the time
being. "So...tell me a little bit about yourself, Dragon, was it? I think
I overheard it somewhere." Illidan said with a slight shrug, "how'd
you come across this place?"
"The General and I found each other," Dragon said, sitting down as
well. "Allerleirauh, you call her. We call her General Light. I was an old
retired soldier whose wife and children had died, just marking time by killing
peasants for fun. She gave me something to do with myself."
His manner was a little hard to get used to. He talked about the deaths of his
family, about killing peasants, as calmly and pleasantly as if he were talking
about something in a book he had read.
Posted by: Nalion May 9 2005, 03:19 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 03:02 PM)
"He's here," Doll screamed, sobbing. Nalion had
never seen the self-possessed young girl so upset, it made her look her true
age. "Get him away from me!"
At first she seemed so hysterical that she was in danger of hurting him. But at
his touch she stopped thrashing. He ended up holding her in his arms while she
wept hot tears against his shoulder. Whatever vision she had seen, she didn't
seem inclined to share it.
Inside, Nalion was shaken himself, the few times he had actually seen Doll, she
seemed so strong and willful. Seeing her in this condition deeply disturbed
him, and he himself felt a sting in his heart. Still, Doll could feel the mages
shoulder tighten as if in defiance to someone.
Nalion began to stroke her hair gently with one hand, trying to reassure her by
his presence. The other was slung around her back and held her tightly.
The mage knew not who "He" was, yet, this was unimportant now.
"He cannot hurt you, Doll." the mage spoke softly to her. "He
has no power over you unless you yourself give it to him. He cannot hurt you.
I'm here, I won't let this happen. I'm here..."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 03:28 PM
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 9 2005, 08:19 AM)
Inside, Nalion was shaken himself, the few times he had actually
seen Doll, she seemed so strong and willful. Seeing her in this condition
deeply disturbed him, and he himself felt a sting in his heart. Still, Doll
could feel the mages shoulder tighten as if in defiance to someone.
Nalion began to stroke her hair gently with one hand, trying to reassure her by
his presence. The other was slung around her back and held her tightly.
The mage knew not who "He" was, yet, this was unimportant now.
"He cannot hurt you, Doll." the mage spoke softly to her. "He
has no power over you unless you yourself give it to him. He cannot hurt you.
I'm here, I won't let this happen. I'm here..."
Doll recovered quickly. Her slanted black eyes, though red-rimmed, were hard,
as if she were angry at herself for her lapse.
"Thank you. You're very kind," she said. "The problem is that I
do owe him, I have always felt bad about what happened to him... he will be
back. I have to think of something to do. His is business that I cannot allow
to be finished."
Again, she showed no inclination to explain herself.
She smiled, a tiny smile that showed no teeth, and sat up, straightening her
clothes. "Perhaps we should sleep with a light on, in company."
As she brushed her clothes, a scrap of torn cloth fell from her hand. It was
homemade cotton cloth, dyed bright red originally but now faded, embroidered in
a pattern that looked exotic to Nalion's eyes.
Doll picked it up and stared at it.
"Not just a dream then," she said.
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 03:28 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 10:47 PM)
"The General and I found each other," Dragon
said, sitting down as well. "Allerleirauh, you call her. We call her
General Light. I was an old retired soldier whose wife and children had died,
just marking time by killing peasants for fun. She gave me something to do with
myself."
His manner was a little hard to get used to. He talked about the deaths of his
family, about killing peasants, as calmly and pleasantly as if he were talking
about something in a book he had read.
Illidan was taken aback by Dragon's casual tone. He blinked, before speaking
again, "I'm sorry to hear about your family..." He said, growing
silent in thought a moment, thinking of his other comment.
He wasn't entirely sure of how to react to such a remark, does he laugh? Pat
him on the back? Of course, he could just as simply call him a monster. But
then again, Illidan was no saint himself...and wasn't one to hold opinions on
people for their past actions. Instead, he smiled...whilst rubbing the light
stubble on his chin.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 03:35 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 08:28 AM)
Illidan was taken aback by Dragon's casual tone. He blinked,
before speaking again, "I'm sorry to hear about your family..." He
said, growing silent in thought a moment, thinking of his other comment.
He wasn't entirely sure of how to react to such a remark, does he laugh? Pat
him on the back? Of course, he could just as simply call him a monster. But
then again, Illidan was no saint himself...and wasn't one to hold opinions on
people for their past actions. Instead, he smiled...whilst rubbing the light stubble
on his chin.
"The line between hero and monster is very slim," Dragon said.
"No one but me remembers those deaths, and they fade even in my mind. Like
the battles I've lost. You won't find them in any history book, they didn't
happen. Your own story, in the end, is always what you want it to be."
He changed the subject. "So. Your ghosts. Do you want to talk about
them?"
Posted by: Nalion May 9 2005, 03:49 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 03:28 PM)
Doll recovered quickly. Her slanted black eyes, though
red-rimmed, were hard, as if she were angry at herself for her lapse.
"Thank you. You're very kind," she said. "The problem is
that I do owe him, I have always felt bad about what happened to him... he will
be back. I have to think of something to do. His is business that I cannot
allow to be finished."
Again, she showed no inclination to explain herself.
She smiled, a tiny smile that showed no teeth, and sat up, straightening her
clothes. "Perhaps we should sleep with a light on, in company."
As she brushed her clothes, a scrap of torn cloth fell from her hand. It was
homemade cotton cloth, dyed bright red originally but now faded, embroidered in
a pattern that looked exotic to Nalion's eyes.
Doll picked it up and stared at it.
"Not just a dream then," she said.
Nalion looked straightly into her eyes, a sincere and troubled look - with a
hint of surprise - on his face.
"I've made the experience that when troubles are shared, they weigh less
on an individual's." he said. "It's your decision whether to share it
or not - and it may be a hard decision - but, if you ever need someone to speak
to, I will be there, dear Doll." Nalion smiled in return. "Some
people say I'm good at listening to others."
The mage took a breath.
"I just want you to know one thing: you don't have to go your path alone.
That's what we're all here for."
In response to her proposal, he touched her shoulders reassuringly.
"I'll be there for you, Doll. Yes, a light would probably be good."
Seeing the piece of cloth in her hands, Nalion's expression grew worrisome for
a moment, then he managed to present a kind and reassuring face again.
"If there actually can be something left in this world, things have
grown worse..." he thought.
"Please, I know you don't want to talk about it, but don't you think it's
time to share the burden, Doll?"
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 03:50 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 11:05 PM)
"The line between hero and monster is very
slim," Dragon said. "No one but me remembers those deaths, and
they fade even in my mind. Like the battles I've lost. You won't find them in
any history book, they didn't happen. Your own story, in the end, is always
what you want it to be."
He changed the subject. "So. Your ghosts. Do you want to talk about them?"
He remained silent as Dragon spoke, nodding at several intervals.
"Ah, my ghosts...I suppose it's better to get this stuff off my chest now
than to bottle it up." He said, clearing his throat.
"My visitor, just now...was, my father." Illidan said, taking a deep
breath. "Heh, to be honest I would of much rathered my mother to show
up...she at least didn't have a reason to hate me."
Illidan caught himself, "don't get me wrong, my father was a loving man in
life, but in death...he despises me, as I have just found out. Can't say that I
blame him, either. It's a terrile feeling, watching someone you love be killed
in front of you, but having the ability to possibly stop it, only to choose
not to, that's far worse."
"He was a much bigger fan of Dante anyway, he could have stick fights with
him." Illidan said with a chuckle, struggling to conceal moist eyes.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 03:57 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 08:50 AM)
He remained silent as Dragon spoke, nodding at several
intervals.
"Ah, my ghosts...I suppose it's better to get this stuff off my chest now
than to bottle it up." He said, clearing his throat.
"My visitor, just now...was, my father." Illidan said, taking a deep
breath. "Heh, to be honest I would of much rathered my mother to show
up...she at least didn't have a reason to hate me."
Illidan caught himself, "don't get me wrong, my father was a loving man in
life, but in death...he despises me, as I have just found out. Can't say that I
blame him, either. It's a terrile feeling, watching someone you love be killed
in front of you, but having the ability to possibly stop it, only to choose
not to, that's far worse."
"He was a much bigger fan of Dante anyway, he could have stick fights with
him." Illidan said with a chuckle, struggling to conceal moist eyes.
"We don't choose our parents, and we all remember a time when we were
small and defenseless. My own parents... you could say I killed them. It was my
fault that the priest came to question them about their religious beliefs, my
fault they were burned at the stake while I watched. For many years I told
myself I was only a child, I had no way of knowing what would happen. But I did
know. Our hearts are capable of the blackest moments; to deny that is to deny
ourselves, and when we do that, our darkness can catch us by surprise. Own your
darkness and honor it. Only then will it obey your will."
Dragon put an arm around Illidan's shoulders.
"What happened to your father? Can you talk about it?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 04:01 PM
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 9 2005, 08:49 AM)
Nalion looked straightly into her eyes, a sincere and troubled
look - with a hint of surprise - on his face.
"I've made the experience that when troubles are shared, they weigh less
on an individual's." he said. "It's your decision whether to share it
or not - and it may be a hard decision - but, if you ever need someone to speak
to, I will be there, dear Doll." Nalion smiled in return. "Some
people say I'm good at listening to others."
The mage took a breath.
"I just want you to know one thing: you don't have to go your path alone.
That's what we're all here for."
In response to her proposal, he touched her shoulders reassuringly.
"I'll be there for you, Doll. Yes, a light would probably be good."
Seeing the piece of cloth in her hands, Nalion's expression grew worrisome for
a moment, then he managed to present a kind and reassuring face again.
"If there actually can be something left in this world, things have
grown worse..." he thought.
"Please, I know you don't want to talk about it, but don't you think it's
time to share the burden, Doll?"
Doll shook her head. It was a long time before she decided to speak, and when
she did, her voice was tiny.
"If I had told him who I was, it might have made all the difference in the
world... might have saved his life. He was my youngest uncle; he had been
burned nearly to death in the fire that took my father's boat. Magic healed him
but did not remove his scars. And so he had to pay women to be with him.
Only... I suppose he thought he was so disgusting that not even his money could
buy a woman. He didn't recognize me. He thought I turned him away because of
the scars. But he was my uncle, my father's youngest brother... they said he
drowned himself after that."
Posted by: Sir Radont May 9 2005, 04:05 PM
Radont paced restlessly through the halls of Solunastra, popping
into a room, looking around, then exiting as quickly and as quietly as he had
entered. For all his skill with the blade and all the power he had as Knight
Bachelor, he was powerless here against an untouchable enemy. He was
frusterated and it showed in the way the Imperial's brow was furrowed, his gray
eyes lost in deep thought as he proweled the grounds. He resolved to return to
the main hall and stay there until he knew more.
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 04:20 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 11:27 PM)
"We don't choose our parents, and we all remember a time
when we were small and defenseless. My own parents... you could say I killed
them. It was my fault that the priest came to question them about their
religious beliefs, my fault they were burned at the stake while I watched. For
many years I told myself I was only a child, I had no way of knowing what would
happen. But I did know. Our hearts are capable of the blackest moments;
to deny that is to deny ourselves, and when we do that, our darkness can catch
us by surprise. Own your darkness and honor it. Only then will it obey your
will."
Dragon put an arm around Illidan's shoulders.
"What happened to your father? Can you talk about it?"
"I can talk about it, yes." He said, accepting Dragon's arm. I'm
really not that sure of what happened when I think back to it, most occurences
leading up to the killing are quite clear, but the series of events that
happened during it are quite fuzzy. Who knows, maybe I'll remember something
once I go over it."
Illidan cleared his throat, before starting, "well...my father was a
mercenary, of sorts. Often helping out where help was needed, for the right
price, of course. Well, he was escorting a trader out from Ald Ruhn...this
trader was a family friend of ours, so my father made an exception with money.
Well anyway, he brought me along, said I needed some experience with this sort
of job." Illidan paused, laughing a little as he recalled the scene in his
mind.
"But...on the path out, we were ambushed, the guar and trader were killed
first, from what I can remember, by crossbow bolts, I believe. well then...I'm
not sure who or what they were, they seemed like bandits. But I guess I can't
accept the fact that my big, powerful father was overpowered by bandits.
Though...they seemed to be a lot more skilled than your ordinary bandit. I
remember hearing him scream, that's when I ran...I even left my staff behind I
was in suh a hurry to escape."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 04:26 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 09:20 AM)
"I can talk about it, yes." He said, accepting
Dragon's arm. I'm really not that sure of what happened when I think back to
it, most occurences leading up to the killing are quite clear, but the series
of events that happened during it are quite fuzzy. Who knows, maybe I'll
remember something once I go over it."
Illidan cleared his throat, before starting, "well...my father was a
mercenary, of sorts. Often helping out where help was needed, for the right
price, of course. Well, he was escorting a trader out from Ald Ruhn...this
trader was a family friend of ours, so my father made an exception with money. Well
anyway, he brought me along, said I needed some experience with this sort
of job." Illidan paused, laughing a little as he recalled the scene in his
mind.
"But...on the path out, we were ambushed, the guar and trader were killed
first, from what I can remember, by crossbow bolts, I believe. well then...I'm
not sure who or what they were, they seemed like bandits. But I guess I can't
accept the fact that my big, powerful father was overpowered by bandits.
Though...they seemed to be a lot more skilled than your ordinary bandit. I
remember hearing him scream, that's when I ran...I even left my staff behind I
was in suh a hurry to escape."
"Destiny is a funny thing," Dragon said. "If it was his day,
nothing could have saved him. Your big, powerful father could have been kicked
to death by guar. Why did you run?"
Posted by: Nalion May 9 2005, 04:37 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 04:01 PM)
Doll shook her head. It was a long time before she decided to
speak, and when she did, her voice was tiny.
"If I had told him who I was, it might have made all the difference in the
world... might have saved his life. He was my youngest uncle; he had been
burned nearly to death in the fire that took my father's boat. Magic healed him
but did not remove his scars. And so he had to pay women to be with him.
Only... I suppose he thought he was so disgusting that not even his money could
buy a woman. He didn't recognize me. He thought I turned him away because of
the scars. But he was my uncle, my father's youngest brother... they said he
drowned himself after that."
Nalions eyes spoke more than words in this moment.
Dear little Doll, what hard times did you have to go through in your young
life!
The mage's steady gaze spoke about compassion and shared pain, paired with care
and understanding.
"You refused him because you knew who he was - your uncle - and not
because what he was, Doll. There is a difference. I know how hard such a
burden can lie on one's shoulders, to blame oneself for the death of
another."
The mage took a deep breath and stretched out his arms towards her.
"I don't know if telling him who you were would have eventually saved him.
He seems to have been deeply hurt before. He might have sought other women and
be refused there. Nontheless he is restless in death. You cannot give his life
back to him, but you can give him consolation. Tell him that because you were
his niece, you refused him out of respect for him - you valued your
family."
Nalion hoped he was right in this.
"How about we two offer him this consolation? Together? Tell him what has
really happened and why you refused him?"
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 04:40 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 11:56 PM)
"Destiny is a funny thing," Dragon said.
"If it was his day, nothing could have saved him. Your big, powerful
father could have been kicked to death by guar. Why did you run?"
"I'm not too sure..." Illidan said, flatly. "Fear, I suppose. I
was too scared to run into the initial melee, and once I heard him scream I
guess I just lost it."
He paused a moment, then looked up at Dragon. "This has helped,
thankyou." He said softly.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 04:53 PM
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 9 2005, 09:37 AM)
Nalions eyes spoke more than words in this moment.
Dear little Doll, what hard times did you have to go through in your young
life!
The mage's steady gaze spoke about compassion and shared pain, paired with care
and understanding.
"You refused him because you knew who he was - your uncle - and not
because what he was, Doll. There is a difference. I know how hard such a
burden can lie on one's shoulders, to blame oneself for the death of another."
The mage took a deep breath and stretched out his arms towards her.
"I don't know if telling him who you were would have eventually saved him.
He seems to have been deeply hurt before. He might have sought other women and
be refused there. Nontheless he is restless in death. You cannot give his life
back to him, but you can give him consolation. Tell him that because you were
his niece, you refused him because out of respect for him - you valued
your family."
Nalion hoped he was right in this.
"How about we two offer him this consolation? Together? Tell him what has
really happened and why you refused him?"
"I was too proud," Doll said. She had folded her hands neatly in her
lap; now she began to rock back and forth, rhythmically. "It was because
of my pride that I didn't tell him. I am still too proud. You have no idea how
it feels to me, that you know this story, that you have seen me this way. I
will never forgive you."
She laughed a sweet little laugh, so that it was impossible to tell whether or
not she was joking.
"My parents were proud people. I send them money every week. Today I have
learned that they kept none of it, they sent it all back to me. Who are they to
be so proud? Only poor people on a boat who could not feed their own daughter.
Who am I to be so proud? Only a girl, who worked in a brothel to keep herself
alive."
She stood up.
"I am tired of pride, it is something I reject, it is a useless thing.
Come with me to the docks here. I will burn these bank notes that my parents
sent back to me, in honor of my uncle."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 05:01 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 09:40 AM)
"I'm not too sure..." Illidan said, flatly.
"Fear, I suppose. I was too scared to run into the initial melee, and once
I heard him scream I guess I just lost it."
He paused a moment, then looked up at Dragon. "This has helped,
thankyou." He said softly.
"You're welcome, lad."
Dragon stood up.
"You never know how you're going to act until you've been tested. And even
then, a man who's been tested a dozen times might break and run on the
thirteenth. I've been a soldier a lot of years: I've seen it. The man everyone
counts on, a man who's a hero, might be the man who cries like a baby and turns
tail, on any given day. Courage is the breath of the gods, it comes from
Kynareth, and all a man can do is pray he has enough when the moment comes.
Don't punish yourself because you failed your father; let it teach you
compassion for the weakness in all of us."
Dragon grinned. "And if you want more specific advice - use healing
potions when you practice, learn what it feels like to get hurt. Nothing is
worse than fear of the unknown."
Posted by: w0nders May 9 2005, 05:09 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 12:31 AM)
"You're welcome, lad."
Dragon stood up.
"You never know how you're going to act until you've been tested. And even
then, a man who's been tested a dozen times might break and run on the
thirteenth. I've been a soldier a lot of years: I've seen it. The man
everyone counts on, a man who's a hero, might be the man who cries like a baby
and turns tail, on any given day. Courage is the breath of the gods, it comes
from Kynareth, and all a man can do is pray he has enough when the moment
comes. Don't punish yourself because you failed your father; let it teach
you compassion for the weakness in all of us."
Dragon grinned. "And if you want more specific advice - use healing
potions when you practice, learn what it feels like to get hurt. Nothing is
worse than fear of the unknown."
"Heh, I'll have to remember that." Illidan said, standing as well.
"But I think I'm going to have a short nap, try and sleep this whole thing
off."
"It's been a pleasure speaking with you, Dragon. And may our next meeting
be one under better circumstances."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 05:11 PM
QUOTE(w0nders @ May 9 2005, 10:09 AM)
"Heh, I'll have to remember that." Illidan said,
standing as well. "But I think I'm going to have a short nap, try and
sleep this whole thing off."
"It's been a pleasure speaking with you, Dragon. And may our next meeting
be one under better circumstances."
"Come spar with me some time," Dragon said. "Shout if you see
any more ghosts."
Posted by: Nalion May 9 2005, 05:14 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 04:53 PM)
"I was too proud," Doll said. She had folded her
hands neatly in her lap; now she began to rock back and forth,
rhythmically. "It was because of my pride that I didn't tell him. I am
still too proud. You have no idea how it feels to me, that you know this story,
that you have seen me this way. I will never forgive you."
She laughed a sweet little laugh, so that it was impossible to tell whether or
not she was joking.
"My parents were proud people. I send them money every week. Today I have
learned that they kept none of it, they sent it all back to me. Who are they to
be so proud? Only poor people on a boat who could not feed their own
daughter. Who am I to be so proud? Only a girl, who worked in a brothel
to keep herself alive."
She stood up.
"I am tired of pride, it is something I reject, it is a useless thing.
Come with me to the docks here. I will burn these bank notes that my parents
sent back to me, in honor of my uncle."
"I see a beautiful woman, both in body and soul, Doll. Never is such a
final word, if you think about it..."
Nalion smiled.
"A weakness is weakness no more once it is recognized as such. You have
proven your inner strength in recognizing this weakness, and moreso, in willing
to overcome it. Let me help you with this."
Nalion offered Doll his hand.
"Come, my dear Doll, let us both step down, both symbolically and in
reality."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 05:34 PM
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 9 2005, 10:14 AM)
"I see a beautiful woman, both in body and soul, Doll.
Never is such a final word, if you think about it..."
Nalion smiled.
"A weakness is weakness no more once it is recognized as such. You have
proven your inner strength in recognizing this weakness, and moreso, in willing
to overcome it. Let me help you with this."
Nalion offered Doll his hand.
"Come, my dear Doll, let us both step down, both symbolically and in
reality."
She took his hand with the grace of a dancer.
The dockyard district was straight down the street, where Royal Row met the
bay. The houses of nobles gave way to the houses of merchants, then the houses
of craftsmen, the houses of pieceworkers, the apartments of servants. And
finally to the tumbledown shacks and shells of buildings where dockworkers
lived. At the very docks themselves stood warehouses, and a solid block of
buildings which seemed newer than the others.
"Once when I was a child the wealthy people of the town decided that it
was a shame people should live in such houses," Doll said breezily.
"They decided that such houses were unfit for human habitation, and so
they pulled the worst of them down. They build instead these new houses you see
here, so the dockworkers would have a decent place to live. Only, the people
who had lived in the old shacks could not afford the rent of the new houses.
Some became thieves and were hanged; others were thrown out into the streets as
vagrants. You know the name of this street? Gaerington Row. Yes, that is right,
Tris's father owns the bank that built these houses for charity. I believe he
meant well. But meaning well is nothing unless you see things through for
yourself."
The docks held many-masted Breton ships, Nordic longboats, Redguard galleys.
And a few brightly colored ferries, small flatboats painted red, with
fan-shaped sails. On one of them, carrying passengers to a nobleman's house
that had a private dock, Nalion glimpsed a face just like Doll's; catlike,
flat-nosed and angular, with a strong square jaw and tilted, dark eyes. The
boatman wore red, and his clothes were embroidered with exotic designs.
Nalion found that he might as well have been invisible. The people of
Daggerfall were friendly, or at least polite, and passing down the street
nearer Solunastra, he and Doll had been met by cheerful waves and greetings.
Here, nearer the docks, no one spoke to them or even glanced at them.
"You might have a wife," Doll explained.
There were no boats tied up at the dock to which she led him; all were out
working. The surface of the water was dark with insects; Doll bent and picked
one up on her finger. It was a mayfly, dark with age; having mated, it would
now die.
"I used to catch thousands of them," she said. "They only last a
little while, only three days out of the year. My uncle and I would have
contests catching them."
She tossed the insect away, and it flittered its wings, flew in a small circle,
and settled on the surface of the water again, so light that it didn't sink.
Together they folded the bank notes into cones and lit them on fire, then
tossed them out over the water.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 05:36 PM
Solunastra: Tris
"Mirea tried to rip my nose off for encouraging you," Tris said to
Loranna. "You and Slyos did learn something though, so it wasn't a total
waste. Is everything all right?"
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 05:52 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 11:36 AM)
Solunastra: Tris
"Mirea tried to rip my nose off for encouraging you," Tris said
to Loranna. "You and Slyos did learn something though, so it wasn't a
total waste. Is everything all right?"
Loranna's expression is a curious mix of bemusement at the plight of Tris's
poor nose and ... dismay ... at the seeming casualness in which he described
what she and Slyvos went through. Still, a thoughtful smile finds its way to
her lips.
"I suppose everything is all right, in the same sense that I'm now all
right as the former Incarnate Mother, free of Azura and the madness that
consumed us both," she says. "The end result was different than
expected but positive nonetheless; nevertheless the price paid to reach that
was harsh."
She sighs. "Tris, necromancy is a magic that ... requires pain, and
suffering, and death; if the caster does not inflict these on others to fuel
their powers then the magic will inflict them on the caster instead, body,
mind, or soul, it makes no difference. Slyvos isn't the monster he once was;
his spirit isn't callous enough to inflict that suffering on others, and no
spirit is strong enough to endure that suffering without withering."
" ... But," she continues, "in the end, he and I both knew in
our bones never to touch such magic again; the ghost of his past, his lich-born
darkside, has finally been put to rest ..."
She pauses for a moment, before saying " ... and I helped him do that - I,
Loranna and Dibella. When I heard his darkside try to reassert itself, I
mantled Her again, Tris ... without even stopping to think about it, I
castigated the ugliness that would consume my lover, and then ..."
"It was like I was dreaming for a bit," she continues, growing more
animated, the words pouring forth as though she removed a dam. "I remember
finding my way out of the mine and the world outside was more lovely than ever,
but I was all covered in dirt and grime and it made me want to vomit, only this
woman's voice whispered in my ear that I should clean myself off, and I started
crying silver tears and used them to wet my sleeves and I wiped myself and
Slyvos off, and when I was more aware the world was as it was - except there
were flowers around us, right outside the mine, and my face had more
tearstreaks for a bit, though those faded."
She looks at Tris, her expression excited and worried and hesitant. " ...
Tris, I ..." Unable to finish her thought, she shrugs helplessly.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 06:05 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 10:52 AM)
Loranna's expression is a curious mix of bemusement at the
plight of Tris's poor nose and ... dismay ... at the seeming casualness in
which he described what she and Slyvos went through. Still, a thoughtful
smile finds its way to her lips.
"I suppose everything is all right, in the same sense that I'm now all
right as the former Incarnate Mother, free of Azura and the madness that
consumed us both," she says. "The end result was different than
expected but positive nonetheless; nevertheless the price paid to reach that
was harsh."
She sighs. "Tris, necromancy is a magic that ... requires pain, and
suffering, and death; if the caster does not inflict these on others to fuel
their powers then the magic will inflict them on the caster instead, body,
mind, or soul, it makes no difference. Slyvos isn't the monster he once
was; his spirit isn't callous enough to inflict that suffering on others, and
no spirit is strong enough to endure that suffering without withering."
" ... But," she continues, "in the end, he and I both knew in
our bones never to touch such magic again; the ghost of his past, his lich-born
darkside, has finally been put to rest ..."
She pauses for a moment, before saying " ... and I helped him do that - I,
Loranna and Dibella. When I heard his darkside try to reassert itself, I
mantled Her again, Tris ... without even stopping to think about it, I
castigated the ugliness that would consume my lover, and then ..."
"It was like I was dreaming for a bit," she continues, growing more
animated, the words pouring forth as though she removed a dam. "I
remember finding my way out of the mine and the world outside was more lovely
than ever, but I was all covered in dirt and grime and it made me want to
vomit, only this woman's voice whispered in my ear that I should clean myself
off, and I started crying silver tears and used them to wet my sleeves and I
wiped myself and Slyvos off, and when I was more aware the world was as it was
- except there were flowers around us, right outside the mine, and my face had
more tearstreaks for a bit, though those faded."
She looks at Tris, her expression excited and worried and hesitant.
" ... Tris, I ..." Unable to finish her thought, she shrugs
helplessly.
"I'm such a jerk," Tris said. "I'm sorry, I didn't think."
He appeared to be thinking now, however.
"Let's walk, it's a beautiful day and I'm tired of being indoors."
He took her arm and led her outside.
"Dibella is... I don't know much about her, for all I'm a professor of her
temple. I don't know what her history is like. Allerleirauh says Dibella is a
corruption of a higher concept, a splintering, a diminuation of The Goddess, an
intellectual concept given form for a state religion. I think there's more to it
than that. If she's just a diminuation, then where did the planet come from? I
know it sounds like I'm babbling, but bear with me. Who she was matters. If
Dibella was ever a serving maid, if she had a cruel mother who rejected her, if
she went through fire and ice and crushing blows to become what she is... like
silver hammered out for jewelry. Like all beautiful things, diamonds shaped and
shattered, more beautiful than left in the matrix of the stone. Are you
following me at all or am I just talking out of my spotted owl?"
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 06:12 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 12:05 PM)
"I'm such a jerk," Tris said. "I'm sorry, I
didn't think."
He appeared to be thinking now, however.
"Let's walk, it's a beautiful day and I'm tired of being indoors."
He took her arm and led her outside.
"Dibella is... I don't know much about her, for all I'm a professor of her
temple. I don't know what her history is like. Allerleirauh says Dibella is a
corruption of a higher concept, a splintering, a diminuation of The Goddess, an
intellectual concept given form for a state religion. I think there's more to
it than that. If she's just a diminuation, then where did the planet come
from? I know it sounds like I'm babbling, but bear with me. Who she was
matters. If Dibella was ever a serving maid, if she had a cruel mother who
rejected her, if she went through fire and ice and crushing blows to become
what she is... like silver hammered out for jewelry. Like all beautiful things,
diamonds shaped and shattered, more beautiful than left in the matrix of the
stone. Are you following me at all or am I just talking out of my spotted
owl?"
Loranna walks with Tris without complaint, murmuring " Dear, I was the one
to first suggest asking Slyvos to try something."
Loranna listens to Tris, her own brow furrowed in thought. "The Aedra I've
heard described as the Eight Imperfections," she says. "By Allie
maybe, or else someone else at that mock-trial of mine - yet for all that, they
consecrated the trial hall in their name, didn't they? But still ..."
"You think there's a more painful ... no, pained, side to Dibella - that
her beauty comes from painful experiences that shaped her," she says,
hoping she's following Tris. " ... Sort of like what we've all been
through; we all have been tempered by our experiences, still are being tempered
in my own opinion."
" ... You meant more than that though, didn't you?" she asks.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 06:22 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 11:12 AM)
Loranna walks with Tris without complaint, murmuring "
Dear, I was the one to first suggest asking Slyvos to try something."
Loranna listens to Tris, her own brow furrowed in thought. "The
Aedra I've heard described as the Eight Imperfections," she says.
"By Allie maybe, or else someone else at that mock-trial of mine - yet for
all that, they consecrated the trial hall in their name, didn't they? But
still ..."
"You think there's a more painful ... no, pained, side to Dibella - that
her beauty comes from painful experiences that shaped her," she says,
hoping she's following Tris. " ... Sort of like what we've all been
through; we all have been tempered by our experiences, still are being tempered
in my own opinion."
" ... You meant more than that though, didn't you?" she asks.
Tris heaved a sigh of exasperation. "I'm not very good at explaining this.
The Everlasting Imperfections... that's because when you pick one angle to look
at things from, you lose all those other possibilities. To give something a
name, a quality at all, is to set limits on it. Vehk's sex-death of language.
But, okay, so if you're down among the crowd you can't see the movements of the
people. If you've above them, looking down, you can't see the faces, the
details, the things that give it all meaning. It's the question of the Arena,
the Big Question. Vivec said he could do both at once, but look at him. He was
a two-toned bloke with no pants who locked himself in a temple until the
Nerevarine came along to rescue him.
"Yes, I mean more than that. It wasn't an accident that the one whose
Anticipation was secret murder, murdered his own father. It isn't an accident
that Allerleirauh really is a princess. I doubt it's an accident that Aricyn
was a foundling, or that Arynel is. As above, so below. Mantling is making
things work in the other direction. It's not necessary to have a perfect image
for it to be magically useful. But a better correspondence makes things
easier."
A horse whinnied and trotted into their path.
"Come back here, you..." a young woman called, shaking a bucket full
of oats at the horse. "Pardon me, ma'am, sir. I swear, you nag..."
Tris turned to the side. The smell of horses was strong here; they were passing
the livery stable.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 06:30 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 12:22 PM)
Tris heaved a sigh of exasperation. "I'm not very good at
explaining this. The Everlasting Imperfections... that's because when you pick
one angle to look at things from, you lose all those other possibilities. To
give something a name, a quality at all, is to set limits on it. Vehk's
sex-death of language. But, okay, so if you're down among the crowd you can't
see the movements of the people. If you've above them, looking down, you can't
see the faces, the details, the things that give it all meaning. It's the
question of the Arena, the Big Question. Vivec said he could do both at once,
but look at him. He was a two-toned bloke with no pants who locked himself in a
temple until the Nerevarine came along to rescue him.
"Yes, I mean more than that. It wasn't an accident that the one whose
Anticipation was secret murder, murdered his own father. It isn't an accident
that Allerleirauh really is a princess. I doubt it's an accident that Aricyn
was a foundling, or that Arynel is. As above, so below. Mantling is making
things work in the other direction. It's not necessary to have a perfect image
for it to be magically useful. But a better correspondence makes things
easier."
A horse whinnied and trotted into their path.
"Come back here, you..." a young woman called, shaking a bucket full
of oats at the horse. "Pardon me, ma'am, sir. I swear, you nag..."
Tris turned to the side. The smell of horses was strong here; they were
passing the livery stable.
Loranna smiles just a little at Tris's description of Vivec, but for the most
part she remains quiet as he explains his thoughts to her.
At the end, she says " ... I think I see what you're getting at, dear
..."
She raises her eyebrows at the horses. "Where we going?" she asks.
... Do both at once ... the Big Question ... What Tris was suggesting
would have seemed crazy to her a year ago; now it simply seemed the inevitable
conclusion to draw from what they'd all been through. A serving girl who had
suffered abuse; a daughter of a cruel mother who cast her out; a barmaid who
learned the hard way what happens when you play with forces beyond your
comprehension ...
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 06:37 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 11:30 AM)
Loranna smiles just a little at Tris's description of Vivec, but
for the most part she remains quiet as he explains his thoughts to her.
At the end, she says " ... I think I see what you're getting at, dear
..."
She raises her eyebrows at the horses. "Where we going?" she
asks.
... Do both at once ... the Big Question ... What Tris was suggesting
would have seemed crazy to her a year ago; now it simply seemed the inevitable
conclusion to draw from what they'd all been through. A serving girl who
had suffered abuse; a daughter of a cruel mother who cast her out; a barmaid
who learned the hard way what happens when you play with forces beyond your
comprehension ...
"I was just walking," Tris said honestly, looking at the door of the
stable. "But I guess we're going to the Mages' Guild, which is a bloody
long walk without a horse to ride. I think it's time I took you to someone who
knows more about Dibella than I do. I'm taking you to Emaera, my confessor in
the Dibellan temple in Cyrodiil. Come on."
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 06:40 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 12:37 PM)
"I was just walking," Tris said honestly,
looking at the door of the stable. "But I guess we're going to the Mages'
Guild, which is a bloody long walk without a horse to ride. I think it's time I
took you to someone who knows more about Dibella than I do. I'm taking you to
Emaera, my confessor in the Dibellan temple in Cyrodiil. Come on."
Loranna smiles, but she demurs just a bit. "Lemme go let Slyvos know I'm
out for a bit so he doesn't get worried," she asks. "He's still
rather shaken up; he's told me some of what he saw but I can see in his eyes he
hasn't told me everything yet ..."
She turns and hurries back inside, leaving Slyvos a message: Gone to a
Dibellian Temple, will be back later, please rest and relax love.
Feeling slightly guilty about heading off on Slyvos like this, she hurries back
out to the stables. "Okay, I'm ready; let's go."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 07:00 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 11:40 AM)
Loranna smiles, but she demurs just a bit. "Lemme go
let Slyvos know I'm out for a bit so he doesn't get worried," she
asks. "He's still rather shaken up; he's told me some of what he saw
but I can see in his eyes he hasn't told me everything yet ..."
She turns and hurries back inside, leaving Slyvos a message: Gone to a
Dibellian Temple, will be back later, please rest and relax love.
Feeling slightly guilty about heading off on Slyvos like this, she hurries back
out to the stables. "Okay, I'm ready; let's go."
"He could come too, you know," Tris said, smiling. "I'll catch
him when he wakes up. A touch of Dibella would do him good, even if it does
make him nervous. You'll find the big public temple in Cyrodiil isn't much like
the brothel we went to in Menevia."
They rode to the Mages's Guild, then traveled half the length of the continent
in a few short moments.
Tris remembered the last time he had been to the big temple - on the eve of the
Emperor's New Life speech, traveling with Ciel, fleeing fron Elysana. He and
Ciel weren't lovers yet. Tris too freshly wounded, too damaged by the loss of
his foot, believing he would never be a Void Ranger again, Ciel too sorry for
him, too dazed by the loss of his standing as a knight, and too concerned with
both their safety.
He and Loranna made their way through the city to the Temple district. Horses
weren't allowed here, because no one wanted horse poop in the streets outside
the temples.
Inside it was much like any other temple of Dibella. Beautiful maidens draped
in diaphonous garments beckoned them inside. Soft lighting, rich perfumes,
beautiful furnishings. Only here, the maidens were far more beautiful than in a
little provincial temple in Menevia. The donations expected were higher. The
perfumes subtler. And the furnishings were ones you might have read about, seen
pale copies of, in kingly residences.
Tris gave his name, and they were taken in to wait.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 07:10 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 01:00 PM)
"He could come too, you know," Tris said,
smiling. "I'll catch him when he wakes up. A touch of Dibella would do him
good, even if it does make him nervous. You'll find the big public temple in
Cyrodiil isn't much like the brothel we went to in Menevia."
They rode to the Mages's Guild, then traveled half the length of the continent
in a few short moments.
Tris remembered the last time he had been to the big temple - on the eve of the
Emperor's New Life speech, traveling with Ciel, fleeing fron Elysana. He and Ciel
weren't lovers yet. Tris too freshly wounded, too damaged by the loss of his
foot, believing he would never be a Void Ranger again, Ciel too sorry for him,
too dazed by the loss of his standing as a knight, and too concerned with both
their safety.
He and Loranna made their way through the city to the Temple district. Horses
weren't allowed here, because no one wanted horse poop in the streets outside
the temples.
Inside it was much like any other temple of Dibella. Beautiful maidens draped
in diaphonous garments beckoned them inside. Soft lighting, rich perfumes,
beautiful furnishings. Only here, the maidens were far more beautiful than in a
little provincial temple in Menevia. The donations expected were higher. The
perfumes subtler. And the furnishings were ones you might have read about, seen
pale copies of, in kingly residences.
Tris gave his name, and they were taken in to wait.
Loranna smiles a little at Tris as they set out. "Probably, considering
his fiancee is rather attuned to Dibella," she says, not mentioning right
now her suggestion to Slyvos to consider pursuing knowledge of Arkay. There'd
be time enough to talk about things later.
Re-entering the Imperial City was slightly daunting for Loranna; the last time
she had been here, her home of thirteen years, was Hearthfire ... and the
infamous ball that left people shaken, maddened, children dead and broken under
a carriage's wheels. She had almost disguised herself when entering, but the
Loranna anyone remembered here was a silly, pale-skinned Nord girl who somehow
loked younger than her years, not the lovely, ashen-skinned,
silver-tearstreaked Nord woman whose eyes were young-old. Loranna felt grateful
for small favors; she liked playing with different hair colors and styles now
and then but on the whole preferred her usual look; she was proud of her skin.
The Temple itself made Loranna stare, mildly awestruck and appreciative of the
beauty around her. She smiles at the maidens and feels the subtle scents tickle
her nostrils, urging her senses to sharpen so she can truly appreciate the fine
scents.
It was lovely here, even if the donations asked were on the high side; Loranna
gives her name and waits, wondering what Emarea was like.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 07:17 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 12:10 PM)
Loranna smiles a little at Tris as they set out.
"Probably, considering his fiancee is rather attuned to Dibella," she
says, not mentioning right now her suggestion to Slyvos to consider pursuing
knowledge of Arkay. There'd be time enough to talk about things later.
Re-entering the Imperial City was slightly daunting for Loranna; the last time
she had been here, her home of thirteen years, was Hearthfire ... and the
infamous ball that left people shaken, maddened, children dead and broken under
a carriage's wheels. She had almost disguised herself when entering, but
the Loranna anyone remembered here was a silly, pale-skinned Nord girl who
somehow loked younger than her years, not the lovely, ashen-skinned,
silver-tearstreaked Nord woman whose eyes were young-old. Loranna felt
grateful for small favors; she liked playing with different hair colors and
styles now and then but on the whole preferred her usual look; she was proud of
her skin.
The Temple itself made Loranna stare, mildly awestruck and appreciative of the
beauty around her. She smiles at the maidens and feels the subtle scents
tickle her nostrils, urging her senses to sharpen so she can truly appreciate
the fine scents.
It was lovely here, even if the donations asked were on the high side; Loranna
gives her name and waits, wondering what Emarea was like.
A dusky-skinned Imperial woman in leather clothes ushered them into a private
room, far quicker than Tris expected.
"There's a warrant in the city for your arrest," she said bluntly to
Loranna. "You should wait here, where you won't be seen."
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 07:18 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 01:17 PM)
A dusky-skinned Imperial woman in leather clothes ushered them
into a private room, far quicker than Tris expected.
"There's a warrant in the city for your arrest," she said
bluntly to Loranna. "You should wait here, where you won't be seen."
Loranna's expression fell. "Right; from now on, go with the disguise girl
..." she mutters to herself. "Thank you."
She glances at Tris, dismayed.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 07:32 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 12:18 PM)
Loranna's expression fell. "Right; from now on, go
with the disguise girl ..." she mutters to herself. "Thank
you."
She glances at Tris, dismayed.
"Welcome to the fugitive club," Tris said, his eyes crinkling with
good humor.
"There you are, you beautiful boy! Let me look at you. Don't stand
up."
Tris's confessor, Emaera, was an Imperial woman, nearer fifty than forty, with
close-cropped grey hair and merry grey eyes, brilliant against her warm skin.
"I can stand perfectly well," Tris said, sweeping her into an
embrace. "The foot, it's wonderful."
Emaera turned towards Loranna. Loranna felt the grey eyes sweep over her as
thoroughly as if she'd just been subjected to a body cavity search. There was
no nonsense in that gaze, but no judgement either; it was the look of someone
who was no fool, but knew how to make the best of what she found.
"Loranna," Tris said. "She's not... we aren't lovers. She's a
friend."
"My dear boy, what an introduction," Emaera said. She held out her
hand to Loranna. "Emaera, of the rite of Gentle Sunrise."
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 07:36 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 01:32 PM)
"Welcome to the fugitive club," Tris said, his
eyes crinkling with good humor.
"There you are, you beautiful boy! Let me look at you. Don't stand
up."
Tris's confessor, Emaera, was an Imperial woman, nearer fifty than forty, with
close-cropped grey hair and merry grey eyes, brilliant against her warm skin.
"I can stand perfectly well," Tris said, sweeping her into an
embrace. "The foot, it's wonderful."
Emaera turned towards Loranna. Loranna felt the grey eyes sweep over her as
thoroughly as if she'd just been subjected to a body cavity search. There was
no nonsense in that gaze, but no judgement either; it was the look of
someone who was no fool, but knew how to make the best of what she found.
"Loranna," Tris said. "She's not... we aren't lovers.
She's a friend."
"My dear boy, what an introduction," Emaera said. She held out
her hand to Loranna. "Emaera, of the rite of Gentle Sunrise."
Loranna finds herself wishing she had Emaera's ability to see so clearly;
hopefully time and experience would help teach her how to look at she looked.
"Loranna Pyrel, lady of Daruhn in Morrowind," she says. " ...
And ex-Incarnate Mother, as people have heard. A pleasure, my lady."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 07:49 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 12:36 PM)
Loranna finds herself wishing she had Emaera's ability to see so
clearly; hopefully time and experience would help teach her how to look at she
looked.
"Loranna Pyrel, lady of Daruhn in Morrowind," she says. "
... And ex-Incarnate Mother, as people have heard. A pleasure, my
lady."
"You're a troublemaker," Emaera said, smiling. "And I can't have
you two magpies chattering about me behind my back. You need your own
confessor, young woman. Besides my rite isn't suited for you. We have a brother
visiting who's an initiate in the rite of Dibella the Weeping Reedemer, isn't
that serendipitous? Tris dear, close your mouth. Come on, dear boy. You and I
need to catch up."
Emaera led Tris, unresisting, from the room.
Loranna was left alone in a lovely, white room, with white tracery and white
furnishings. The details of the architecture were astonishingly delicate, the
ceilings, soaring. The mural on the floor, a picture of Dibella surrounded by
lovers, was made up entirely of white stones of different textures, so that
they caught the light differently. Here in this room she was forced to
contemplate shape and proportion. There were no windows. Only man-made objects.
Yet every object of art was made in the image of some natural creation. How
else should they be made? What else was there to imitate? Could there ever be
something entirely new, and if there were, would it be beautiful, or simply
cacophonous?
She became aware, gradually, of the music. Someone was playing a flute. The
tune was wandering, achingly sweet. Sad? Did it repeat? No. It was more that it
evolved. Where was the flute player, anyway? The many panels of the room made
it perfect acoustically. It felt as if the flute player were standing just
behind her, and to the right, no matter which direction she turned her head.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 08:04 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 01:49 PM)
"You're a troublemaker," Emaera said, smiling.
"And I can't have you two magpies chattering about me behind my back. You
need your own confessor, young woman. Besides my rite isn't suited for you. We
have a brother visiting who's an initiate in the rite of Dibella the Weeping
Reedemer, isn't that serendipitous? Tris dear, close your mouth. Come on,
dear boy. You and I need to catch up."
Emaera led Tris, unresisting, from the room.
Loranna was left alone in a lovely, white room, with white tracery and white
furnishings. The details of the architecture were astonishingly delicate, the
ceilings, soaring. The mural on the floor, a picture of Dibella surrounded by
lovers, was made up entirely of white stones of different textures, so that
they caught the light differently. Here in this room she was forced to
contemplate shape and proportion. There were no windows. Only man-made objects.
Yet every object of art was made in the image of some natural creation. How
else should they be made? What else was there to imitate? Could
there ever be something entirely new, and if there were, would it be beautiful,
or simply cacophonous?
She became aware, gradually, of the music. Someone was playing a flute. The
tune was wandering, achingly sweet. Sad? Did it repeat? No. It was
more that it evolved. Where was the flute player, anyway? The many panels
of the room made it perfect acoustically. It felt as if the flute player were
standing just behind her, and to the right, no matter which direction she
turned her head.
Rite of Dibella the Weeping Redeemer ... Loranna had to keep her own mouth from
hanging open; serendipitous indeed. Loranna briefly wonders at the serendipity
of the universe, before shelving such thoughts as mildly blasphemeous.
Man-made objects that took the form of natural creations; delicate detail in a
room which was built seemingly to convey a grand, sweeping, majestic beauty
with its soaring ceilings and its white on white decor. There was beauty here,
in forms her mind could feel but not totally see - like looking sideways,
catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye, intuitively knowing what she saw
but unable to form a recollection of the sensation when she thought about it,
nor able to see it when looking dead on.
The music, for the briefest of seconds, calls to mind the musical voice that
had spoken to her outside of Ald Raathim; though that sweet voice hadn't been
sad - or had it? Was the music she heard now sad really? Were the two similar
at all, or was it simply the fact that both were beautiful that made them seem
related, despite being different? The voice was but a memory as from a dream
now, heard more easily when she wasn't thinknig, and the music in the
background was ...
Loranna stops trying to think; her head would hurt if she thought too hard on
all the questions the room evoked in her mind and something in the back of her
said the key was not to think, but to sense, to accept, and to feel; thinking
could come later ...
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 08:15 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 01:04 PM)
Rite of Dibella the Weeping Redeemer ... Loranna had to keep her
own mouth from hanging open; serendipitous indeed. Loranna briefly
wonders at the serendipity of the universe, before shelving such thoughts as
mildly blasphemeous.
Man-made objects that took the form of natural creations; delicate detail in a
room which was built seemingly to convey a grand, sweeping, majestic beauty
with its soaring ceilings and its white on white decor. There was beauty
here, in forms her mind could feel but not totally see - like looking sideways,
catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye, intuitively knowing what she saw
but unable to form a recollection of the sensation when she thought about it,
nor able to see it when looking dead on.
The music, for the briefest of seconds, calls to mind the musical voice that
had spoken to her outside of Ald Raathim; though that sweet voice hadn't been
sad - or had it? Was the music she heard now sad really? Were the
two similar at all, or was it simply the fact that both were beautiful that
made them seem related, despite being different? The voice was but a
memory as from a dream now, heard more easily when she wasn't thinknig, and the
music in the background was ...
Loranna stops trying to think; her head would hurt if she thought too hard on
all the questions the room evoked in her mind and something in the back of her
said the key was not to think, but to sense, to accept, and to feel; thinking
could come later ...
The music ceased. "Aren't you coming?" a deep male voice asked.
"You have no curiousity at all. Are you so old then? We must rectify that,
you and I. We must be children in a garden."
The music began again, and this time it was sad, unmistakably. It was a playful
tune, a springtime tune, of green grass growing and fresh flowers, and it made
Loranna's heart ache for a past that had never been, an innocence that had been
lost before she was old enough to know she had ever had it.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 08:22 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 02:15 PM)
The music ceased. "Aren't you coming?" a deep
male voice asked. "You have no curiousity at all. Are you so old then? We
must rectify that, you and I. We must be children in a garden."
The music began again, and this time it was sad, unmistakably. It was a playful
tune, a springtime tune, of green grass growing and fresh flowers, and it made
Loranna's heart ache for a past that had never been, an innocence that had been
lost before she was old enough to know she had ever had it.
Loranna blushes, feeling foolish; then, she laughs at herself for feeling that
way. Then, the music starts up again and her heart aches - but her curiosity
has been fired up by the man's teasing words.
The acoustics of the room made it hard to tell where the music comes from,
however; she tries following the sound of the music, looking around the room
more actively.
"It's been a while since I've played in a garden," she says, thinking
briefly of the herb garden back at home, and Jazbet; her heart aches again but
she smiles to herself, knowing that Jazbet is happy, and so should she be.
"I think I should take more time to do so, dear. Now where are you
..."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 08:33 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 01:22 PM)
Loranna blushes, feeling foolish; then, she laughs at herself
for feeling that way. Then, the music starts up again and her heart aches
- but her curiosity has been fired up by the man's teasing words.
The acoustics of the room made it hard to tell where the music comes from,
however; she tries following the sound of the music, looking around the room
more actively.
"It's been a while since I've played in a garden," she says, thinking
briefly of the herb garden back at home, and Jazbet; her heart aches again but
she smiles to herself, knowing that Jazbet is happy, and so should she
be. "I think I should take more time to do so, dear. Now where
are you ..."
Behind one of the panels, the music grew louder. Following the sound led her to
a garden.
Not an herb garden but a flower garden. At this season, late in spring, the
primary flowers were lilies and roses and irises. But there were flowers of all
dimensions, all scents, from peppery fresh to majestically rich. All white.
The man who sat in the center of the garden was a Nord. He was naked, and he
sat crosslegged, playing the flute.
He was not a thing of beauty, at least not at first glance. He was an older
man. His head was shaven, his face scarred. His fair skin was tattooed in
white, swooping curves, across his whole body. The massive lines of his arms,
his legs, his muscular chest and belly, all said that he had been a warrior in
his youth, and would be an alarming opponent in a fight still.
He finished his tune, then lowered the flute.
"Harman of the Rite of the Weeping Redeemer," he said. "Although
in my younger days I was a knight of the Order of the Lily. And you are?"
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 08:42 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 02:33 PM)
Behind one of the panels, the music grew louder. Following the
sound led her to a garden.
Not an herb garden but a flower garden. At this season, late in spring, the
primary flowers were lilies and roses and irises. But there were flowers of all
dimensions, all scents, from peppery fresh to majestically rich. All white.
The man who sat in the center of the garden was a Nord. He was naked, and he
sat crosslegged, playing the flute.
He was not a thing of beauty, at least not at first glance. He was an older
man. His head was shaven, his face scarred. His fair skin was tattooed in
white, swooping curves, across his whole body. The massive lines of his arms,
his legs, his muscular chest and belly, all said that he had been a warrior in
his youth, and would be an alarming opponent in a fight still.
He finished his tune, then lowered the flute.
"Harman of the Rite of the Weeping Redeemer," he said. "Although
in my younger days I was a knight of the Order of the Lily. And you are?"
Loranna smiles agsin upon seeing all the flowers, feeling an urge to lose
herself in walking among them, enjoying their colors and their scents, but she
follows the music, finding herself facing the still-impressive Harman.
For a brief few seconds, Loranna lets her eyes take in the sight of Harmon; she
had never been one of those women who thought scars proved a man's worth, but
she finds herself thinking somewhat differently when looking at Harmon. He
wasn't what most barmaids would call beautiful but he had beauty; you just had
to stop and look, see the man rather than just the older face and the scars.
She wonders what his hair was like before he shaved his head.
"I'm Loranna, Loranna Pyrel, lady of Daruhn," she says by way of
introduction. " ... Are you my confessor, good sir?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 9 2005, 08:48 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 9 2005, 01:42 PM)
Loranna smiles agsin upon seeing all the flowers, feeling an
urge to lose herself in walking among them, enjoying their colors and their
scents, but she follows the music, finding herself facing the still-impressive
Harman.
For a brief few seconds, Loranna lets her eyes take in the sight of Harmon; she
had never been one of those women who thought scars proved a man's worth, but
she finds herself thinking somewhat differently when looking at Harmon.
He wasn't what most barmaids would call beautiful but he had beauty; you just
had to stop and look, see the man rather than just the older face and the
scars.
She wonders what his hair was like before he shaved his head.
"I'm Loranna, Loranna Pyrel, lady of Daruhn," she says by way of
introduction. " ... Are you my confessor, good sir?"
"Not yet," Harman said, looking up at her from his seated position.
"You're only a postulant, you haven't been accepted as a novice. Sit down,
Loranna Pyrel, Lady of Daruhn."
He began to play the flute again.
Posted by: Loranna May 9 2005, 08:55 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 9 2005, 02:48 PM)
"Not yet," Harman said, looking up at her from
his seated position. "You're only a postulant, you haven't been accepted
as a novice. Sit down, Loranna Pyrel, Lady of Daruhn."
He began to play the flute again.
Loranna does as she is bidden, sitting down and listening to Harman play his
flute. This wasn't quite what she had expected - though, upon reflection, she
decides that's probably exactly as it should be.
Children in a garden, after all, tended to be spontaneous in their play; that
was part of the beauty of being young.
Posted by: S'reddit May 10 2005, 09:19 AM
At dawn, every High Rock Mages Guild east of Anticlere, dozens
of them in villages and cities, was closed, locked up.
Word began to spread that the few independent witches covens that were left in
Queen Elysana's realm -- the ones that hadn't already been destroyed for
harboring Azurites -- were being rounded up.
Posted by: Shardie May 10 2005, 01:12 PM
Daggerfall
Seven horsemen sat around the square, waiting paitently for the eighth of thier
number to return, and sure as light follows dark, Cerius rode up to the party,
and gave his sombore news. A woman in a white werewolf skin cloak was seen
leaving through the Northern Gate, heading for Gothway Gardens. So Lord Landon
and his seven Palidins rode north, for the city of Gothway Gardens
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 06:27 PM
Cyrodiil, The Temple of Dibella: Tris
"You're nervous, why is that?" Emaera said, tracing a finger slowly
down his chest. It stopped at the ridge of a new scar, traced a circle around
the white circle, and passed on.
"That's the scar I told you about," Tris said. "The time I
almost died, the vision I had of Dibella."
"You have a lot of new scars," she said.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," he said. "Ymalna, my
father's wife. That Redguard witch, Sharlian. I've found what I want so why am
I still looking?"
"Don't seduce your father's pregnant wife," Emaera said. "It's
in very poor taste. Tell me about this Herwyn Brand."
"I've told you already. I won't lie, he is my type - physically - but I
don't go after straight men. It's not that sort of thing."
"Did I say it was? Tell me, how old are you?"
"You know how old I am," he said sullenly, turning over onto his
stomach. "I'll be twenty years old in the season of the Steed."
"How old is your lover?"
"He's... he's never said and I've never asked. I guess he's nearly
fifty."
"Sweet child, do I have to spell it out for you?"
Tris ignored her for a moment, letting her talk to the back of his hunched
shoulders. Then sighed and laid his head down on his arms. "I suppose not.
What's the solution, then? I can't just make up the difference between my age
and his with random passing strangers."
"You could," Emaera said. "Do you want to?"
"No! What a question."
"Sweet boy," Emaera said, "You've never given way for anyone in
the world. You like to be beloved, you're not in the habit of putting yourself
out. Now you've put this man you love in a box, where you can take him out and
play with him when you feel the urge, and otherwise, you go about your
business."
"You..." Tris said. "Is this some woman thing, some change of
life thing? You've never been mean to me like this before."
Emaera stood up, collected her robes, and walked out. It took only a very few
moments for Tris to come to his senses and go after her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That was uncalled for. Please, I'm
listening."
She was writing in a scroll. "Must I give you all the answers?"
"Ymalna... it's because she's my father's wife, isn't it. She's not even
pretty. I just want to take everything my father has. Just to see his face.
That's him talking, the part of me that's like him. I hate that, hate that
sometimes I talk and it comes out in his voice, and it works, damn it,
because he's good at what he does. I don't want any part of him to be part of
me, not even his strength."
He fell silent, waiting for her approval.
"Go on," she said.
"Ciel... Ciel's not as wild as I am, that's all. I'm afraid to shock
him."
"He's wilder than you give him credit for," she said. "He's more
than twice your age, he's been married and widowed, he's fought in wars. He went
with you across Tamriel with the law chasing you. Why must he find out what
you're doing after you're done?"
"It's me I sell short," Tris said. "I... I'm trying. But
sometimes I feel as if my will is a horse that someone else is riding."
"Don't be afraid to ask for help," she said. "That is what our
rule is for, to sanctify what is awkward and unseemly, to make it
beautiful."
He stood in front of her, naked, head lowered, wrestling with his spirit.
"I wrote to Bryn," he said at last. "My first lover. He wrote
back. He's not angry, everything's fine between us now."
"Better," she said.
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 09:05 PM
Cyrodiil, Temple of Dibella
The day wore long into the afternoon and into nightfall, and Loranna wanders
through the Temple, her mind preoccupied with her first meeting with Harmon. It
had been an interesting first meeting ...
The temple had many areas for people to just sit and relax, offering various
levels of privacy; Loranna finds herself drawn to one garden which reminded her
of the herb garden back home, with many lovely scents and pleasing sights for
her eyes.
She finds one slightly unexpected but very pleasing sight in this garden; Tris,
shirtless, smiling, looking very relaxed and very, very ... inviting; Loranna
finds herself thinking that she could just eat him up when he looked like that,
then she blushes a bit at her own effrontary.
Clearing her throat, she waves to Tris. "Hi dear; I see you like this
garden too," she says, smiling.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 09:09 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 02:05 PM)
Cyrodiil, Temple of Dibella
The day wore long into the afternoon and into nightfall, and Loranna wanders
through the Temple, her mind preoccupied with her first meeting with
Harmon. It had been an interesting first meeting ...
The temple had many areas for people to just sit and relax, offering various
levels of privacy; Loranna finds herself drawn to one garden which reminded her
of the herb garden back home, with many lovely scents and pleasing sights for
her eyes.
She finds one slightly unexpected but very pleasing sight in this garden; Tris,
shirtless, smiling, looking very relaxed and very, very ... inviting; Loranna
finds herself thinking that she could just eat him up when he looked like that,
then she blushes a bit at her own effrontary.
Clearing her throat, she waves to Tris. "Hi dear; I see you like
this garden too," she says, smiling.
Tris turned very slightly towards her and smiled, lazily. "This is me
avoiding reality," he said. "It won't last long; soon it will be back
to fighting ghosts, organizing symposiums, and dealing with the fact that Queen
Elysana seems to have finally lost her tiny little mind. Right now though, the
evening is the perfect temperature, the honeysuckle's blooming, and I have a
pocket full of cracked walnuts. How are you?"
He offered her a fistful of walnuts.
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 09:14 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 03:09 PM)
Tris turned very slightly towards her and smiled, lazily.
"This is me avoiding reality," he said. "It won't last
long; soon it will be back to fighting ghosts, organizing symposiums, and
dealing with the fact that Queen Elysana seems to have finally lost her tiny
little mind. Right now though, the evening is the perfect temperature, the
honeysuckle's blooming, and I have a pocket full of cracked walnuts. How are
you?"
He offered her a fistful of walnuts.
Loranna accepts the walnuts, sighing and looking upward. "Hmm, I'm
perplexed, a little embarrassed, a little aroused in a slightly predatory way
..."
" ... but mostly perplexed and thinking of Slyvos, and flowers - lots and
lots of flowers," she says. "Did they have you memorize the names of
flowers when you were first interviewed, or is that a newer trend?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 09:24 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 02:14 PM)
Loranna accepts the walnuts, sighing and looking upward.
"Hmm, I'm perplexed, a little embarrassed, a little aroused in a slightly
predatory way ..."
" ... but mostly perplexed and thinking of Slyvos, and flowers - lots and
lots of flowers," she says. "Did they have you memorize the
names of flowers when you were first interviewed, or is that a newer
trend?"
"You don't have to talk about this, you know," he said. "In fact
you shouldn't talk about your initiatory experiences with anyone outside the
Temple. It's okay to talk about them with me, although I was initiated under a
different rite so we may not have many experiences in common."
He smiled. "I remember reading a number of boring dissertations on
aesthetics. But mostly my training was of the hands on sort. You noticed the
'furnishings' in the lobby as we came through? That was me, in my initiatory
days. I spent a lot of time learning to submit to the will of the goddess, and
you can interpret that just as you like because I'm not explaining."
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 09:29 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 03:24 PM)
"You don't have to talk about this, you know,"
he said. "In fact you shouldn't talk about your initiatory experiences
with anyone outside the Temple. It's okay to talk about them with me, although
I was initiated under a different rite so we may not have many experiences in
common."
He smiled. "I remember reading a number of boring dissertations on
aesthetics. But mostly my training was of the hands on sort. You noticed the
'furnishings' in the lobby as we came through? That was me, in my
initiatory days. I spent a lot of time learning to submit to the will of the
goddess, and you can interpret that just as you like because I'm not
explaining."
"Joy; me not being able to talk to someone about what's on my mind,"
Loranna says, "what irony ..."
"Though I'm afraid I really didn't tell Harmon much of what he was
asking," she continues. "He seems very nice and trustworthy, but ...
well, you can guess ..."
She stops for a moment, thinking about Tris submitting to the will of the
goddess, and smiles, then chuckles. "Did make him laugh a lot, though,
which I guess is okay since laughter is precious and his laugh is beautiful.
Now, if I'd been trying to make him laugh I'd feel even better about
it."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 09:32 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 02:29 PM)
"Joy; me not being able to talk to someone about what's on
my mind," Loranna says, "what irony ..."
"Though I'm afraid I really didn't tell Harmon much of what he was
asking," she continues. "He seems very nice and trustworthy,
but ... well, you can guess ..."
She stops for a moment, thinking about Tris submitting to the will of the
goddess, and smiles, then chuckles. "Did make him laugh a lot,
though, which I guess is okay since laughter is precious and his laugh is
beautiful. Now, if I'd been trying to make him laugh I'd feel even
better about it."
"It's all right to feel foolish," Tris said. "If you knew
everything already you wouldn't be here."
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 09:36 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 03:32 PM)
"It's all right to feel foolish," Tris said.
"If you knew everything already you wouldn't be here."
Loranna laughs, and says "If I knew everything already half of us wouldn't
be where we are now, for good or ill." She pops a walnut into her mouth,
savoring the taste.
" ... I might have annoyed him though," she contines, sounding a bit
contrite. "He ... well, he kinda suggested I abstain for a while, and I
more or less said I couldn't - I couldn't do that to Slyvos, now especially. He
needs a warm, caring, human touch to help him get through what he saw ..."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 09:40 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 02:36 PM)
Loranna laughs, and says "If I knew everything already half
of us wouldn't be where we are now, for good or ill." She pops a
walnut into her mouth, savoring the taste.
" ... I might have annoyed him though," she contines, sounding a bit
contrite. "He ... well, he kinda suggested I abstain for a while,
and I more or less said I couldn't - I couldn't do that to Slyvos, now
especially. He needs a warm, caring, human touch to help him get through
what he saw ..."
"What did he say, exactly?" Tris said, leaning back on one elbow.
"What happens in the temple stays in the temple, ordinarily. There are
married people who are temple members, we work around them so that their temple
business remains private."
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 09:47 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 03:40 PM)
"What did he say, exactly?" Tris said, leaning
back on one elbow. "What happens in the temple stays in the temple,
ordinarily. There are married people who are temple members, we work around
them so that their temple business remains private."
Loranna closes her eyes. "Well, he had asked me what sex was," she
says. "And I tried to answer as best I could, sharing and loving and
seeing and touching on a whole different level, and he asked how that was
different from what one did with most any friend, and I thought about it and
said I couldn't really tell. Then he asked me how many friends I had and how
many I slept with, and I found myself thinking my definition needed work, so he
told me to think on the meaning of sex."
Glancing at Tris's chest, she adds " ... Though I kinda didn't mention the
crushes I have, since I don't really plan on trying to follow up on any of
them."
" ... And, well, that's when he suggested I abstain until I figured the
sex thing out, and I nearly jumped and said I couldn't do that to Slyvos right
now after what he just went through."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 09:54 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 02:47 PM)
Loranna closes her eyes. "Well, he had asked me what
sex was," she says. "And I tried to answer as best I could,
sharing and loving and seeing and touching on a whole different level, and he
asked how that was different from what one did with most any friend, and I
thought about it and said I couldn't really tell. Then he asked me how
many friends I had and how many I slept with, and I found myself thinking my
definition needed work, so he told me to think on the meaning of sex."
Glancing at Tris's chest, she adds " ... Though I kinda didn't mention the
crushes I have, since I don't really plan on trying to follow up on any of
them."
" ... And, well, that's when he suggested I abstain until I figured the
sex thing out, and I nearly jumped and said I couldn't do that to Slyvos right
now after what he just went through."
"Should I put a shirt on?" Tris said, grinning. "I was looking
at myself in the mirrors here, I look terrible! Still trying to work my body
back up to the level it was at before I lost my foot. That Wind kid, he
probably could take me if I didn't cheat. It's pitiful. Look at the
scars on my arm, I have white hairs all over the place like a tomcat who's been
in a fight."
He turned his shoulder towards Loranna to examine. It was true; the talons of a
Winged Twilight had caught his upper arm, and now the curly blonde hairs were
mixed with paler ones growing from angry red scars.
"Abstaining was a suggestion, not an order," he said practically.
"And besides, why not?"
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 10:04 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 03:54 PM)
"Should I put a shirt on?" Tris said, grinning.
"I was looking at myself in the mirrors here, I look terrible! Still
trying to work my body back up to the level it was at before I lost my foot.
That Wind kid, he probably could take me if I didn't cheat. It's
pitiful. Look at the scars on my arm, I have white hairs all over the place
like a tomcat who's been in a fight."
He turned his shoulder towards Loranna to examine. It was true; the
talons of a Winged Twilight had caught his upper arm, and now the curly blonde
hairs were mixed with paler ones growing from angry red scars.
"Abstaining was a suggestion, not an order," he said
practically. "And besides, why not?"
"Tris hun we'd both know by now if I couldn't control myself around
you," Loranna smirks, looking at Tris's shoulder. Her fingers trace the
scars with a healer's professional yet gentle touch.
" ... Why not? Tris, you didn't see Slyvos yet," Loranna says as she
examines his scars. "He was shaken right down to his soul by what he saw,
what he endured. I'm his lover; I need to be there to comfort him, and sex was
always my best way of doing so ..."
"Dear, didn't you have these looked at after Hogithum?" she asks.
"Did I do this bad mending job on you?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 10:16 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 03:04 PM)
"Tris hun we'd both know by now if I couldn't control
myself around you," Loranna smirks, looking at Tris's shoulder. Her
fingers trace the scars with a healer's professional yet gentle touch.
" ... Why not? Tris, you didn't see Slyvos yet," Loranna says
as she examines his scars. "He was shaken right down to his soul by
what he saw, what he endured. I'm his lover; I need to be there to
comfort him, and sex was always my best way of doing so ..."
"Dear, didn't you have these looked at after Hogithum?" she
asks. "Did I do this bad mending job on you?"
"These scars are older than that," Tris said. "From the trial in
Vivec city. You were a little busy having a baby cut out of you, if I remember
correctly, so you didn't get around to healing my arm. That tickles."
He put his hand on top of hers.
"I think I'm starting to see what Harman was getting at," he said.
"I'm not sure I know what sex is, but I know what it isn't. It's not
something you do for someone."
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 10:17 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 04:16 PM)
"These scars are older than that," Tris said.
"From the trial in Vivec city. You were a little busy having a baby cut
out of you, if I remember correctly, so you didn't get around to healing my
arm. That tickles."
He put his hand on top of hers.
"I think I'm starting to see what Harman was getting at," he
said. "I'm not sure I know what sex is, but I know what it isn't. It's not
something you do for someone."
Loranna raises her eyebrows. "So then what exactly am I saying I'm going
to do for Slyvos?" she asks, her wording sounding semi-deliberate.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 10:27 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 03:17 PM)
Loranna raises her eyebrows. "So then what exactly am
I saying I'm going to do for Slyvos?" she asks, her wording sounding
semi-deliberate.
"I don't know what to call it, but it doesn't sound like much fun for you,"
Tris said. "And that's not right for Slyvos either. It's a pale shadow of
what sex should be. A healthy selfishness is at the very core of good sex.
"Loranna, sex is complicated... believe me, I've been over this ground. It
can be used in a lot of ways it shouldn't be used. I have a history of using it
to manipulate people into giving me what I want. It can be used to gain power,
when you feel powerless. To show off. And the way you use it, to feel better
about yourself, like you're a good person, a generous person. But sex can't be
a gift from one person to another. There are two people there. And that kind of
generosity ferments and turns toxic. What happens when Slyvos needs you and
you're not in the mood? Are you the loving martyr? Or do you think that could
never happen because neediness gets you hot? That's just perverse."
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 10:36 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 04:27 PM)
"I don't know what to call it, but it doesn't sound like
much fun for you," Tris said. "And that's not right for
Slyvos either. It's a pale shadow of what sex should be. A healthy selfishness
is at the very core of good sex.
"Loranna, sex is complicated... believe me, I've been over this ground. It
can be used in a lot of ways it shouldn't be used. I have a history of using it
to manipulate people into giving me what I want. It can be used to gain power,
when you feel powerless. To show off. And the way you use it, to feel better
about yourself, like you're a good person, a generous person. But sex can't be
a gift from one person to another. There are two people there. And that kind of
generosity ferments and turns toxic. What happens when Slyvos needs you and
you're not in the mood? Are you the loving martyr? Or do you think that
could never happen because neediness gets you hot? That's just
perverse."
Loranna's hand slips off of Tris's shoulder. Her expression looks shocked for a
couple of moments, then she droops her head.
" ... So, sex isn't about the other person ..." she says quietly, a
pained expression coming over her face. She thinks of Slyvos and winces a bit,
thinking about his return to mortality, their recent experiences, her feelings
for him ...
She rubs her eyes. " ... I've been hurting him by trying to ..." Damnit,
I feel like I did right after Vivec now - stupid, clueless, every other word
out of my mouth just hurting someone I care about ...
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 10 2005, 10:38 PM
~somewhere just outside the imperial city...~
Slyvos sat down on a rock somewhere, fishing around his pack for something he
hadn't used in a while. At last he found it; a silver flute.
'I hope I still remember how to do this...'
He put his lips to the instrument, and placed his fingers in their positions.
He then began softly playing a song, the only one he could remember... the one
he played the day before his family was murdered, the one his mother played for
him as a child... before she too, was murdered.
It's melody was sad indeed, and it carried on in the wind for miles from that
spot, while the music gently carressed his ears. This was his secret passion
during his first life, the only thing that could heal his soul, when no one
else was around to care...
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 10:43 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 03:36 PM)
Loranna's hand slips off of Tris's shoulder. Her
expression looks shocked for a couple of moments, then she droops her head.
" ... So, sex isn't about the other person ..." she says quietly, a
pained expression coming over her face. She thinks of Slyvos and winces a
bit, thinking about his return to mortality, their recent experiences, her
feelings for him ...
She rubs her eyes. " ... I've been hurting him by trying to
..." Damnit, I feel like I did right after Vivec now - stupid,
clueless, every other word out of my mouth just hurting someone I care about
...
"Now, stop that," Tris chided her. "You're talking to a man who
has an entire tavern wearing black armbands at the moment because I stopped
giving favors in the alley behind the tavern. Even bad sex is better than
almost anything else we get to do in this lifetime. But listen, Loranna: what's
sexier? I'm here for you? or I want you, right now?"
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 10:49 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 04:43 PM)
"Now, stop that," Tris chided her. "You're
talking to a man who has an entire tavern wearing black armbands at the moment
because I stopped giving favors in the alley behind the tavern. Even bad sex is
better than almost anything else we get to do in this lifetime. But listen,
Loranna: what's sexier? I'm here for you? or I want you,
right now?"
Loranna grins a bit. "I know, I know," she says. "I just ... eh,
forget it."
"The latter; the former is something mothers say to their children, and
what lovers tell their partners when they're going off to do something
silly," she replies, almost without thinking. " ... I do want
him; maybe though I need to reexamine my reasons, so I'm not hurting myself or
him. I'm tired of hurting those I care about; that's for stupid witches who
don't know any better."
" ... Lot to think about ..." she says, "especially after what
happened the other day ..."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 10 2005, 10:52 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 03:49 PM)
Loranna grins a bit. "I know, I know," she
says. "I just ... eh, forget it."
"The latter; the former is something mothers say to their children, and
what lovers tell their partners when they're going off to do something
silly," she replies, almost without thinking. " ... I do
want him; maybe though I need to reexamine my reasons, so I'm not hurting
myself or him. I'm tired of hurting those I care about; that's for stupid
witches who don't know any better."
" ... Lot to think about ..." she says, "especially after what
happened the other day ..."
"The other day you did something brave, to try to find a way to fix
a situation that still needs fixed," Tris said. "I'm not overly known
for keeping my hands clean either. Maybe I should. But it seems to me that
trying to keep your hands clean leads to a special breed of hypocrisy, or to
even worse evils than people commit by just being evil in the first place. Come
on, girl, stop moping and let's go back and see Slyvos."
Posted by: Loranna May 10 2005, 10:55 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 04:52 PM)
"The other day you did something brave, to try to
find a way to fix a situation that still needs fixed," Tris said.
"I'm not overly known for keeping my hands clean either. Maybe I should.
But it seems to me that trying to keep your hands clean leads to a special
breed of hypocrisy, or to even worse evils than people commit by just being evil
in the first place. Come on, girl, stop moping and let's go back and see
Slyvos."
"Bravery can be beautiful," Loranna says. "All right, all right
... let's go find my curious kitty."
She gets up. "Better grab your shirt though lest someone get the right
idea," she adds with a wink.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 12:55 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 03:55 PM)
"Bravery can be beautiful," Loranna says.
"All right, all right ... let's go find my curious kitty."
She gets up. "Better grab your shirt though lest someone get the
right idea," she adds with a wink.
Outside in the Temple district, they could hear faint music. A flute. Tris
smiled, thinking they were hearing music from inside the House of Dibella. But
the sound proved to be coming from outside the walls.
"Pretty," Tris remarked.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 12:56 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 06:55 PM)
Outside in the Temple district, they could hear faint music. A
flute. Tris smiled, thinking they were hearing music from inside the House of
Dibella. But the sound proved to be coming from outside the walls.
"Pretty," Tris remarked.
Loranna brushes her now raven-black hair out of her newly-fairskinned face,
closing her eyes and listening.
"Very pretty," she agrees. "I was encouraged to be more curious;
shall we go see who's playing?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 01:04 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 05:56 PM)
Loranna brushes her now raven-black hair out of her
newly-fairskinned face, closing her eyes and listening.
"Very pretty," she agrees. "I was encouraged to be more
curious; shall we go see who's playing?"
"Up and over," Tris said, casting a levitation spell on Loranna, then
offering her his hand.
They followed the mysterious flute to a rock by the river, where sat... Slyvos.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 11 2005, 01:08 AM
Slyvos did not notice Tris or Loranna approach, for he was too
engrossed in playing the song. His fingers danced along the instrument, his
breathing almost perfect, playing the notes as though it was just natural for
him to do so.
After about 2 minutes he finished playing, and had a content look on his face.
Still though, the sad melody had brought a few discreet listeners to tears as
he finished.. then he noticed Loranna and Tris.
'oh.. um...'
Posted by: Sheogorath May 11 2005, 01:10 AM
Nowhere
Somewhere
There was a little girl.
Her name was Bosriel.
Her home was a box with no doors or windows.
She will never grow old.
She will never die.
She will never see anyone.
She will never hear anything but the wind outside and her own screams.
"I will do as you want," Bosriel sobbed. "Please let me
free."
Vaernima smiled. It was a very unpleasant thing to see.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 01:11 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 10 2005, 07:08 PM)
Slyvos did not notice Tris or Loranna approach, for he was too
engrossed in playing the song. His fingers danced along the instrument, his
breathing almost perfect, playing the notes as though it was just natural for
him to do so.
After about 2 minutes he finished playing, and had a content look on his face.
Still though, the sad melody had brought a few discreet listeners to tears as
he finished.. then he noticed Loranna and Tris.
'oh.. um...'
Loranna simply stares at Slyvos for a moment, having been listening raptly to
his playing.
"I didn't know you played the flute, love," she says. " ... That
was lovely ..."
And he looked peaceful too ... Loranna thinks to herself, Tris's earlier
words coming back to her.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 11 2005, 01:14 AM
He looked at Loranna, and smiled softly.
'it's my secret from the world... one of the few things I remember from my
first life... that song is special to me.'
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 01:17 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 10 2005, 06:14 PM)
He looked at Loranna, and smiled softly.
'it's my secret from the world... one of the few things I remember from my
first life... that song is special to me.'
"You play very well," Tris said. "It's lovely."
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 01:22 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 07:17 PM)
"You play very well," Tris said. "It's
lovely."
"He's right," Loranna says, thinking to herself that she and Slyvos
had bared their souls to one another, shared a nightmare and seen one another's
pasts, yet she had never seen his skill with a flute, nor his love for the
music, until tonight. It was something new in him to her, and she rather liked
it.
That horrible ritual seemed to have brought out at least one positive thing
besides the possible solution to the dead returning, Loranna thinks.
"Slyvos dear, what are you doing waiting outside here?" she asks,
raising her eyebrows.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 11 2005, 01:32 AM
Slyvos just sighed, not expecting to be caught like this.
'I was just waiting for you two to get done... I mean, I don't have anything
really to do. And I got kinda lonely... so I did what I used to do all those
many years ago.'
Playing that brought back some memories for him...
'I remember that song... my mother sang it for me. It's all I remember of
her... before she...'
He cut himself off, not wanting to sour his mood.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 01:44 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 10 2005, 07:32 PM)
Slyvos just sighed, not expecting to be caught like this.
'I was just waiting for you two to get done... I mean, I don't have anything
really to do. And I got kinda lonely... so I did what I used to do all those
many years ago.'
Playing that brought back some memories for him...
'I remember that song... my mother sang it for me. It's all I remember of
her... before she...'
He cut himself off, not wanting to sour his mood.
"Dear ... could you play again for us?" Loranna asks Slyvos. There
were a lot of things on her mind right now, things she wanted to say but was
still trying to work out - but she did want to hear Slyvos play, watch him make
music while sitting here outside the Imperial City, with the night sky above
looking down upon them.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 01:55 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 06:44 PM)
"Dear ... could you play again for us?" Loranna asks
Slyvos. There were a lot of things on her mind right now, things she
wanted to say but was still trying to work out - but she did want to hear
Slyvos play, watch him make music while sitting here outside the Imperial City,
with the night sky above looking down upon them.
"He could get paid for playing like that," Tris said, then realized
it sounded crass. "I mean, people would want to hear it."
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 11 2005, 02:00 AM
Slyvos smiles.
'sure, hold on a sec...'
He licks his lips a bit, and coughs alittle, then begins to play again... this
time softer, but enough so that they could hear every sorrowful note. He put
his heart and soul into playing that flute...
As the song came to an end. 5 minutes later, he lowered the flute, and took a
deep breath.
'I never expected to have either of you hear me play... or like it.'
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 02:07 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 10 2005, 07:00 PM)
Slyvos smiles.
'sure, hold on a sec...'
He licks his lips a bit, and coughs alittle, then begins to play again... this
time softer, but enough so that they could hear every sorrowful note. He put
his heart and soul into playing that flute...
As the song came to an end. 5 minutes later, he lowered the flute, and took a
deep breath.
'I never expected to have either of you hear me play... or like it.'
Tris was silent while Slyvos played. He was thinking about his own mother.
About ghosts. He wondered if his mother had any unfinished business.
Besides the rest of her life... not really.
"We should get back," he said.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 02:10 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 10 2005, 08:00 PM)
Slyvos smiles.
'sure, hold on a sec...'
He licks his lips a bit, and coughs alittle, then begins to play again... this
time softer, but enough so that they could hear every sorrowful note. He put
his heart and soul into playing that flute...
As the song came to an end. 5 minutes later, he lowered the flute, and took a
deep breath.
'I never expected to have either of you hear me play... or like it.'
Loranna listens, enrapt, her heart feeling fit to burst from the sorrow in
Slyvos's song but loving each note just the same.
"Love, that's beautiful ..." she says, "I can't believe I've
never seen this side of you until now ..."
Looking at Tris, Loranna nods, holding her hand out to Slyvos. "Let's get
to the guild; we'll talk when we're in Solunastra," she says.
She was confused, wanting Slyvos very much but also feeling he needed comfort
too - and with Tris and Harman's words fresh in her mind, it was hard to sort
out what exactly she should be doing. Hopefully the trip back to Solunastra
would give her time enough to sort it out.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 11 2005, 02:12 AM
Slyvos took Loranna's hand, and stepped down from the rock.
'yes... let's get going.'
He picked up his pack and put the flute back in it, separateing it into three
pieces.
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 02:21 AM
Solunastra
The old Imperial walked across the guild hall. He was sweating. He looked as if
he had hay on him.
He held a great hammer.
------------
Issa was sleeping, his armor on racks near his bed, with Prophet's Edge hung on
a cabinet.
The old man walked into the room, saw the sword and made a grab for it. He
could not touch it. He swung his hammer at the sword, as if he were trying to
break it. It did not actually hit the Edge, but when it would have made
contact, it made a piercing ring in Issa's mind, jolting him out of bed.
Issa looked into the face of the old man. He was Dunmer, the man was Imperial,
but except for skin color, they had almost the same face.
Suddenly, the Imperial burst into flames, as did Issa. Although Yojimbo did not
actually feel the pain, he was half-alseep, and extremely frightened.
"Ahhhh! Grandfather!!!"
Issa burst into the hallway, wearing only his black skirts.
He was trembling...
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 02:29 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 07:21 PM)
Solunastra
The old Imperial walked across the guild hall. He was sweating. He
looked as if he had hay on him.
He held a great hammer.
------------
Issa was sleeping, his armor on racks near his bed, with Prophet's Edge hung on
a cabinet.
The old man walked into the room, saw the sword and made a grab for it.
He could not touch it. He swung his hammer at the sword, as if he were
trying to break it. It did not actually hit the Edge, but when it would
have made contact, it made a piercing ring in Issa's mind, jolting him out
of bed.
Issa looked into the face of the old man. He was Dunmer, the man was
Imperial, but except for skin color, they had almost the same face.
Suddenly, the Imperial burst into flames, as did Issa. Although Yojimbo
did not actually feel the pain, he was half-alseep, and extremely frightened.
"Ahhhh! Grandfather!!!"
Issa burst into the hallway, wearing only his black skirts.
He was trembling...
By now the household was almost expecting nighttime disruptions.
Dragon was the first on the scene, followed by Mirea. Mirea had been asleep;
she wore only her green cloak, thrown over her shoulders, and held a dwemer
shortsword. Dragon was better dressed; he slept half-clothed, and carried a
lantern in one hand and his sword in the other.
Dragon went past Issa into his room, waving the lantern towards the dark
corners.
"What? What did you see?" Mirea demanded.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 02:35 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 08:29 PM)
By now the household was almost expecting nighttime disruptions.
Dragon was the first on the scene, followed by Mirea. Mirea had been
asleep; she wore only her green cloak, thrown over her shoulders, and
held a dwemer shortsword. Dragon was better dressed; he slept half-clothed,
and carried a lantern in one hand and his sword in the other.
Dragon went past Issa into his room, waving the lantern towards the dark
corners.
"What? What did you see?" Mirea demanded.
Solunastra
The carriage ride back from the Mage Guild had not quite been enough time for
Loranna to sort through her thoughts, but she had at least some inkling of what
she was thinking now. That was something.
She was still trying to think of how to broach her thoughts to Slyvos when the
commotion hit; Loranna looks up, saying "What? Who?" and going out of
their room to see what the commotion is this time.
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 02:37 AM
"I saw...no...it couldn't be..."
Issa, although now a hardened swordsman, and hardly the crying type, curled up
in a fetal position and began to whimper, his eyes moving about maniacally. It
was almost a comical sight.
When he had relaxed a bit, he spoke up.
"I thought I saw my grandfather, Issius Iogimbus. We share a name, if you
can't tell...but..."
He let out a sob.
"...He was considered a traitor, for trying to destroy the Elder Scrolls,
so he was tortured and killed in front of me, my father, and my sister...I
thought I had forgotten about that day. Gods know I've tried..."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 02:42 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 07:37 PM)
"I saw...no...it couldn't be..."
Issa, although now a hardened swordsman, and hardly the crying type, curled up
in a fetal position and began to whimper, his eyes moving about
maniacally. It was almost a comical sight.
When he had relaxed a bit, he spoke up.
"I thought I saw my grandfather, Issius Iogimbus. We share a name,
if you can't tell...but..."
He let out a sob.
"...He was considered a traitor, for trying to destroy the Elder Scrolls,
so he was tortured and killed in front of me, my father, and my sister...I
thought I had forgotten about that day. Gods know I've tried..."
Dragon emerged from Issa's room, set the lantern down, and put his arms around
Issa.
"That's funny," Mirea said. "Dragon's parents were burned alive
as heretics in front of him."
"Mirea has a strange sense of humor," Dragon said.
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 02:45 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 08:42 PM)
Dragon emerged from Issa's room, set the lantern down, and put
his arms around Issa.
"That's funny," Mirea said. "Dragon's parents were
burned alive as heretics in front of him."
"Mirea has a strange sense of humor," Dragon said.
When Issa had recovered himself a bit, he noticed he was nearly naked, and
somewhat embarassed.
He retreated into his room, putting his shirt on, and boots.
When he came back outside, he had to ask.
"You all don't seem to shocked at this. I just saw a ghost. That isn't
weird to any of you?"
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 02:48 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 08:45 PM)
When Issa had recovered himself a bit, he noticed he was nearly
naked, and somewhat embarassed.
He retreated into his room, putting his shirt on, and boots.
When he came back outside, he had to ask.
"You all don't seem to shocked at this. I just saw a ghost.
That isn't weird to any of you?"
Loranna, having stood outside Issa's room while Dragon and Mirea handled
things, shakes her head. "The borders between the living and the dead got
weakened and we're still working on fixing them," she says with an
intentional casualness. "We've all been seeing ghosts lately dear."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 02:49 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 07:45 PM)
When Issa had recovered himself a bit, he noticed he was nearly
naked, and somewhat embarassed.
He retreated into his room, putting his shirt on, and boots.
When he came back outside, he had to ask.
"You all don't seem to shocked at this. I just saw a ghost.
That isn't weird to any of you?"
Mirea, on the other hand, didn't seem at all bothered by her lack of
appropriate clothing. She stood with one hand on her hip, watching.
"Not at the moment, no," Dragon said. "Ghosts of people with
unfinished business have been popping up all over. The barriers between this
world and the spirit world have been damaged somehow. Mirea! Go tell the
General what happened, I'm sure she's waiting next to the baby with a weapon at
the ready."
"Yes, sir," Mirea said. And winked out of existence.
Posted by: Arynel May 11 2005, 03:00 AM
Another one flew by, hidden, like a whisper in a storm, yet somehow
distinct. It reached out with translucent fingers that brushed against the
Breton’s cheek; they did not touch, but a bit of his hair moved as if a gust of
wind had gone through the locks. Arynel’s eyelids slid open and the swirling
sea of half-molded thought sculptures dissolved into the placidness of the
fixed world.
“Well, hello there,” the Breton said to the shimmering figure before him,
“Could you even tell the difference before?”
The figure cocked its head, but did not answer.
It wasn’t so different than those that had come before, they were all
different, certainly, different as a Khajiit was from a Dunmer, or a Nord from
an Argonian, and yet, as if a sculptor had fashioned many statues which he
intended to all be the same, but they were made different by unintended aspects
of the creation.
“Although,” Arynel pondered, “I may be too self absorbed to notice if you
were.”
The figure hovered in the air and crept around him, studying him from all
angles. At last Arynel lifted his hand and held it out towards the shimmering
form.
Silver thought dreams flowing
Like an ancient stream
Eternal font from which a river runs
Eroding all things left untouched
Procured at last into final sentiments
The figure twirled, and then vanished.
"If only I knew the source, then I could be rid of all of you."
It was amazing how quickly plans had begun to grow here along the western
Vvardenfell shoreline after all that had happened. And look, there was a
mudcrab.
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 03:06 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 08:49 PM)
Mirea, on the other hand, didn't seem at all bothered by her
lack of appropriate clothing. She stood with one hand on her hip, watching.
"Not at the moment, no," Dragon said. "Ghosts of people
with unfinished business have been popping up all over. The barriers between
this world and the spirit world have been damaged somehow. Mirea! Go tell
the General what happened, I'm sure she's waiting next to the baby with a
weapon at the ready."
"Yes, sir," Mirea said. And winked out of existence.
"So the barriers have weakened...What can I do to help? My grandfather's
soul is not at rest. He say trying to...do something...tell me
something...important..."
He let his voice trail off as he remembered Issius trying to destroy Prophet's
Edge.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 03:10 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 09:06 PM)
"So the barriers have weakened...What can I do to
help? My grandfather's soul is not at rest. He say trying to...do
something...tell me something...important..."
He let his voice trail off as he remembered Issius trying to destroy Prophet's
Edge.
"We're all working on that right now," Loranna says to Issa.
"For the moment, though, we're waiting to hear from Arynel."
" ... Do you want to talk about what your grandfather said?" Loranna
asks Issa.
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 03:19 AM
"He didn't say much, but..."
At first this was true. The ghost did not utter many words. However, suddenly,
memories that did not belong to Issa were in his head.
"He says that he is sorry...for everything. He wants me to find mother,
and tell her that he accepts her now, even though he feels it could be too
late. He is also sorry for his biggest mistake. This..."
At this, Issa brandishes Prophet's Edge. The sword that was supposed to be able
to alter prophecy, but the expiriment failed. And it exposed it's crafter,
Issius Iogimbus, to the Emperor. Since trying to destroy the Elder Scrolls is
one of the worst crimes imaginable. He was sentanced to flogging, and then
burning at a stake. In front of his family and loved ones.
"My grandfather, he didn't like mother, because she was a Dunmer. When he
was disgraced, my father ran away, renouncing his name and married my
mother."
Issa let eveyone see his teary eyes. One was Dunmer red. The other was brown.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 03:25 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 09:19 PM)
"He didn't say much, but..."
At first this was true. The ghost did not utter many words.
However, suddenly, memories that did not belong to Issa were in his head.
"He says that he is sorry...for everything. He wants me to find
mother, and tell her that he accepts her now, even though he feels it could be
too late. He is also sorry for his biggest mistake. This..."
At this, Issa brandishes Prophet's Edge. The sword that was supposed to
be able to alter prophecy, but the expiriment failed. And it exposed it's
crafter, Issius Iogimbus, to the Emperor. Since trying to destroy the
Elder Scrolls is one of the worst crimes imaginable. He was sentanced to
flogging, and then burning at a stake. In front of his family and loved
ones.
"My grandfather, he didn't like mother, because she was a Dunmer.
When he was disgraced, my father ran away, renouncing his name and married my
mother."
Issa let eveyone see his teary eyes. One was Dunmer red. The other
was brown.
Loranna looks sympathetic. "Poor dear ..." she says quietly. "No
one should have to watch a loved one die like that."
" ... Your grandfather sounds like he wishes to make peace though,"
she says. "Where is your mother, Issa? Are you and she still close?"
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 03:35 AM
"We're Ashlanders...of the Urshilaku tribe...my mother and
I. I don't know where she is now, but it's most likely on Vvardenfell. When my
parents married, they moved to Tel Mora, where I grew up. We were very poor. My
father taught me to be a treaure hunter, so I could make a living to keep my
family supported. Then, my sister Relena left, and my parents went looking for
her. I was out hunting at the time, so when I got home, all I found was a note
and Prophet's Edge. It was all very puzzling. And illogical. They wouldn't just
leave, would they?"
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 03:40 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 09:35 PM)
"We're Ashlanders...of the Urshilaku tribe...my mother and
I. I don't know where she is now, but it's most likely on
Vvardenfell. When my parents married, they moved to Tel Mora, where I
grew up. We were very poor. My father taught me to be a treaure
hunter, so I could make a living to keep my family supported. Then, my
sister Relena left, and my parents went looking for her. I was out
hunting at the time, so when I got home, all I found was a note and Prophet's
Edge. It was all very puzzling. And illogical. They wouldn't
just leave, would they?"
Loranna's eyes widen a bit. " ... Dear, you know what happened to
Vvardenfell, right?" she asks. "Your mother is almost assuredly not
in the tribe's traditional area anymore."
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 03:43 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 09:40 PM)
Loranna's eyes widen a bit. " ... Dear, you know what
happened to Vvardenfell, right?" she asks. "Your mother is
almost assuredly not in the tribe's traditional area anymore."
Issa froze.
"By the gods...what do you mean?"
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 03:51 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 09:43 PM)
Issa froze.
"By the gods...what do you mean?"
Loranna kicks herself for having brought the topic up, but if Issa hadn't
heard, he would have to find out sooner or later ...
"VVardenfell was pretty much decimated by the Azurites," Loranna
says, "and then the Azurites themselves got decimated. There's been some
rebuilding but Vvardenfell is still pretty empty ..."
"I'm sorry dear; I thought you had heard; you were with us when we went to
get the Flamekiss, so I thought you knew ..."
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 03:56 AM
QUOTE(Issa_Yojimbo @ May 10 2005, 06:43 PM)
Issa froze.
"By the gods...what do you mean?"
Teleran came out of a shadowy corner behind them. He shied from the lantern
light. “My, my, how to phrase this so the half-wits will understand… She is
more than dead, she will not be seen among the living. The consequences of
removing a people from the world, it seems, what a shame,” Teleran grinned,
hands at his twin daedric daggers.
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 03:59 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 09:56 PM)
Teleran came out of a shadowy corner behind them. He shied from
the lantern light. “My, my, how to phrase this so the half-wits will
understand… She is more than dead, she will not be seen among the living. The
consequences of removing a people from the world, it seems, what a shame,”
Teleran grinned, hands at his twin daedric daggers.
"What? What now?"
Issa was unnerved, and getting violent. He was not ready to accept news of his
mother's death.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 04:01 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 09:56 PM)
Teleran came out of a shadowy corner behind them. He shied from
the lantern light. “My, my, how to phrase this so the half-wits will
understand… She is more than dead, she will not be seen among the living. The
consequences of removing a people from the world, it seems, what a shame,”
Teleran grinned, hands at his twin daedric daggers.
"Tel what's gotten into you?" Loranna demands. "Show a little
tact; we don't know his mother bowed for sure, or that she got killed."
Though the odds did favor it, Loranna thinks to herself grimly, wondering when
Teleran got new Daedric daggers. Or were those ones he had before?
Posted by: Tri May 11 2005, 04:09 AM
Wandering around through the desolated ruins of Vvardenfell, he
tried to formulate some concept of how he would help these people in his mind -
not like there were many people, anyway.
He stumbled over a small pile of dusty, seemingly recently unused belongings.
Among them a small dunmeri doll caught his eye. Just the sort of toy he had
never gotten, never played with himself. It was beautifully crafted, but
clearly handmade, probably by its owner; what a talented little girl, and maybe
all alone in this wasteland! He would have to find her.
He pocketed the doll.
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 04:10 AM
"Is the little mongrel getting angry?" Teleran
laughed.
"Yes Accursed Mother, your little group does not know. Not that I expected
them to. Hmm, you speak so familiarly, but do you know me, no, I do not believe
so? I am Teleran. I am here."
There was a snapping sound from his sheaths and he vanished.
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 11 2005, 04:13 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 10:10 PM)
"Is the little mongrel getting angry?" Teleran
laughed.
"Yes Accursed Mother, your little group does not know. Not that I expected
them to.Hmm, you speak so familiarly, but do you know me, no I do not believe
so? I am Teleran. I am here."
There was a snapping sound from his sheaths and he vanished.
"Why you..."
Issa slashed at where Teleran was with Masamune, striking nothing but thin air.
He sheathed the katana.
"I've had too much. I'm going back to sleep. If I see any more ghosts,
I'll let you know."
He put his hand on Loranna's shoulder in thanks, and retired to his room.
Posted by: Shardie May 11 2005, 04:16 AM
Gothway Gardens, Daggerfall
The Paladins made thier way into the city, it was nearing dark, so they stopped
by a tavern for the night
"where is that girl? I would have thought we would pass her on the way
here!" Lord Landon said
"My Lord, there are many roads to Gothway Gardens, perhaps she took
another?" Issac replied
"Or perhaps she is already here" Elverere replied, picking up the
broadsheet before him
"Who might you be asking about?" an old man asked casually,
"perhaps I have seen her around"
"Her name is Biennie, Maranda Biennie" Red said between drinks
"yes... I remember. I sent her to Graysile Tower to retreve some mummy
dust for an experiment of mine... I am in the mages guild, you see, and I
really need Fresh Mummy Wrappings..."
"Graysile Tower?" Lord Landon said, "Then we are off!"
"Can't we stay the night?" asked Arisa
Lord Landon rose his sword in Triumph, "No, a great palidin never gives in
to the needs of the lesser beings, sleep included! We're off!"
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 04:17 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 10:10 PM)
"Is the little mongrel getting angry?" Teleran
laughed.
"Yes Accursed Mother, your little group does not know. Not that I expected
them to. Hmm, you speak so familiarly, but do you know me, no, I do not believe
so? I am Teleran. I am here."
There was a snapping sound from his sheaths and he vanished.
" ... What the bloody ..." Loranna says.
Something was wierd; she goes to look for Teleran, to confirm that he didn't
just go completely nuts and suddenly vanish. "Some ghost playing tricks
maybe ..."
Posted by: SEKKA May 11 2005, 04:20 AM
*Clank* *Clank* Sekka awoke and looked at his feet, his boots
were on..but he wasnt walking...He looked up..."What
the!....uhhhh....silence both of you! hello Shurgga, why are you here?"
hardly higher standing than Sekka's waist was a spirit that was ugly in
life...The little sheogorath priestess, the rat-pig,Shurgga Gra Migrua.
"Ive come back for you baby, Our master showed me this opportunity that
has arisen, and I could not pass it up, its great to see you my little darling,
Ever since you murderd me ive been wanting to have a talk wiht you..."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!! YOUR DEAD!!" Sekka screamed. Shurgga took a step
towards him, *CLANK" every time she took a step the boots on Sekka's feet
would rattle like he was walking but they were just laying on the bed. Sekka
jumped out of his bead and grabbed his shortsword from it's scabbard.
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 04:23 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 07:17 PM)
" ... What the bloody ..." Loranna says.
Something was wierd; she goes to look for Teleran, to confirm that he didn't
just go completely nuts and suddenly vanish. "Some ghost playing
tricks maybe ..."
Teleran sat cross legged on the floor in his room staring at the iron dagger
laid out before him. He was muttering to himself as he thought, “…no that won’t work…i tried that already…hmm, no tried that
before too…”
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 04:31 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 10:23 PM)
Teleran sat cross legged on the floor in his room staring at the
iron dagger laid out before him. He was muttering to himself as he thought, “…no that won’t work…i tried that already…hmm, no tried that
before too…”
Loranna knocks on Tel's door, hearing another scream elsewhere in Solunastra.
Where the heck was Arynel?
"Tel? You in there?" she asks.
Posted by: Aki May 11 2005, 04:33 AM
Reichi, wandered out the room, Sekka's much more animated
shrieks drawing more interest from him that Issa's. The dunmeri walked to
Sekka's room, his Dagger of Senses in his belt, the Daedric shortblade back in
his room. "You okay in there?" he asked.
Posted by: SEKKA May 11 2005, 04:35 AM
Sekka was now facing the evil little pig with his sword in his
hand. He tried to take a step but something was wrong, his feet would not move.
Shurgga lifted her stubby leg and stepped down. As she did this so did Sekka's
leg, "was that you...no id didnt do it...do you do it...no...SHE DID
IT!"
Surely enough the previous owner of those pretty boots seemed to still have
control over them in the afterlife.
The ugly little thing (ugly even for a dead orc) cried with glee and started to
dance
do a jig with the pig
he he he he he
do a dance without romance
ho ho ho ho ho
i have come back for the babe
ha ha ha ha ha
and his life noone can save
har har har har har
i will run him off a cliff
he he he he he
flailing and screaming in rage
ho ho ho ho ho
Killed by the crazy heliopause
ha ha ha ha ha
these boots will be mine once more
har har har har har
much to Sekka's horror he danced along with the spirit as it stomped around the
room *Clank* *Clank* *Clank*
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 04:39 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 07:31 PM)
Loranna knocks on Tel's door, hearing another scream elsewhere
in Solunastra. Where the heck was Arynel?
"Tel? You in there?" she asks.
Teleran placed the dagger back in its sheath before answering. “Yeah Lor, come
on in,” Teleran said, “it’s unlocked.” He stood up and walked over to the door.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 04:45 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 10:39 PM)
Teleran placed the dagger back in its sheath before answering.
“Yeah Lor, come on in,” Teleran said, “it’s unlocked.” He stood up and walked
over to the door.
Loranna walks in, and stares at Teleran for a moment ...
" ... Dear, there anything wierd going on for you?" she asks.
Posted by: SEKKA May 11 2005, 04:52 AM
Sekka can't hear Reichi over the singing of the mad little
thing.
suddenly to his surprise the dance suddenly stopped and he heard another
voice...."Stop it, please, he does not deserve this"
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 04:52 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 07:45 PM)
Loranna walks in, and stares at Teleran for a moment ...
" ... Dear, there anything wierd going on for you?" she asks.
“Well, I saw my father, who is dead and he gave me some advice,” Teleran said,
“then a few of the bandits I’ve slain over my years came back, I guess some
people can really hold a grudge…”
“But ghosts of the past have been seen by everyone. You said so yourself, the
barriers are weakening,” Teleran tried to force a chuckle, “So nothing any more
unusual than anyone else has been seeing.” He glanced worriedly at his belt
sheaths.
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 04:53 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 10:52 PM)
“Well, I saw my father, who is dead and he gave me some advice,”
Teleran said, “then a few of the bandits I’ve slain over my years came back, I
guess some people can really hold a grudge…”
“But ghosts of the past have been seen by everyone. You said so yourself, the
barriers are weakening,” Teleran tried to force a chuckle, “So nothing any more
unusual than anyone else has been seeing.” He glanced worriedly at his belt
sheaths.
Loranna glances down at Teleran's belt sheathes as well. " ... You may
wish to be on guard, then," she says, her tone softening a bit. "We
just saw another one, looking like you with daedric daggers. Very ...
surly."
Posted by: Aki May 11 2005, 04:54 AM
QUOTE(SEKKA @ May 10 2005, 10:52 PM)
Sekka can't hear Reichi over the singing of the mad little
thing.
suddenly to his surprise the dance suddenly stopped and he heard another
voice...."Stop it, please, he does not deserve this"
Reichi raised a eyebrow. He open the door and peered in, one had resting
cautiously on his Dagger. "What in the world...?"
Posted by: Shardie May 11 2005, 04:54 AM
Graysile Tower, Daggerfall
"This is the place…" Arisa said calmly as they approached the ruined
tower, a shepherd was herding his flock near by, and a woman was standing at
the gate to the ruined tower
"Should we go enquire the whereabouts of this Maranda Chick with that
hag?" Paul asked, as Arisa shot him a nasty look
"I sense that it might not be a wise thing to do…" Elverere stated,
as Lacoriz, the Redguard readied his sword in agreement
"Then," Lord Landon replied, "You stay here and cover me, Me and
Issac shall go talk to this lady" he finished, as Issac gave a downcast
look on his face. The two of them dismounted from their horses, and approached
the old Lady, who was muttering something to herself. As the two of them got
closer, they heard the words…
"Efilfo Kehtno Dnibti Ripsym
Ecarglatro Miruo Yroffleslatro Mymecif Ircasi
Ecbatsi Sxeym Fotnatsni Gniteelf Ehtrof
Aidirem Uoynom Musi!"
The woman fell to the ground, as a light appeared from her eyes. She fell dead,
right there and then. The party approached the woman wondering what had
happened. The Shepherd looked on with interest at this strange group examined
the corpse
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 04:59 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 07:53 PM)
Loranna glances down at Teleran's belt sheathes as well.
" ... You may wish to be on guard, then," she says, her tone
softening a bit. "We just saw another one, looking like you with
daedric daggers. Very ... surly."
“Oh…” Teleran said, looking down at the ground. “I’ll…I’ll be on my guard…”
Posted by: SEKKA May 11 2005, 05:06 AM
From Reichi's point of view where he stood at the door he could
see three figures, closest to him, nearest to the door with it's back turned to
him was a tiny ghost of an orc, leaning against the bed with his feet firmly
planted on the floor was Sekka. And furthest from him was another ghost, a
Dunmer woman who looked like could have once been very beutiful (especially in
that way appealing to humans), but had been through much.
She spoke to the closer ugly ghost. "He gave you what you deserved you
little wretch, i promised him to your master, not to you. That mad god clearly
has my innocent son in his grasp due to my misdead, you have no bussiness with
him, you have your business with myself"
She turned to Sekka and with sad eyes spoke "my son, im sorry for what i
have caused you, im sorry, please forgive me...i was just a young girl, but
what i did was unforgiveable. I will personally escort this hag back to where
we came from" With a gust of wind both spectres vanished and Sekka (now
getting the use of his feet back) collapsed on the floor.
Posted by: Aki May 11 2005, 05:09 AM
Reichi blinked, and walked closer to Sekka. "So, lemme
guess, ghosts?" he asked rhetorically. "You alright?"
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 05:09 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 10:59 PM)
“Oh…” Teleran said, looking down at the ground. “I’ll…I’ll be on
my guard…”
Loranna sighs. "If only all the ghosts in the world were like Jazbet ...
give a hollar dear if anything happens, and if you need someone to talk to, I'm
here right now."
Posted by: SEKKA May 11 2005, 05:21 AM
"ummm...were alright....just
some...people.....came...."
Sekka stumbled out of the guildhouse and into the closest tavern, a good drink
might help his condition a little.
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 05:22 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 08:09 PM)
Loranna sighs. "If only all the ghosts in the world
were like Jazbet ... give a hollar dear if anything happens, and if you need
someone to talk to, I'm here right now."
“No need, Well there is…” Teleran said haltingly, still looking at the floor.
“I did see him earlier, the one who looks like me, he, he promised that I would
pay. Then he left as quickly as he came and I’ve been thinking on how to make
him stay gone since, but this, this is unexpected. Did he say anything about
why he was here?”
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 05:24 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 11:22 PM)
“No need, Well there is…” Teleran said haltingly, still looking
at the floor. “I did see him earlier, the one who looks like me, he, he
promised that I would pay. Then he left as quickly as he came and I’ve been
thinking on how to make him stay gone since, but this, this is unexpected. Did
he say anything about why he was here?”
Loranna shakes her head. "He showed up and tried to taunt Issa, who'd just
been asked by his dead grandfather to relay a message to his mother. Thing is,
his mother's an Ashlander, and your ghostly double chortled about how she was
most likely destroyed by the Elodoin."
"He was ... very distasteful," Loranna says.
Posted by: Teleran May 11 2005, 05:37 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 10 2005, 08:24 PM)
Loranna shakes her head. "He showed up and tried to
taunt Issa, who'd just been asked by his dead grandfather to relay a message to
his mother. Thing is, his mother's an Ashlander, and your ghostly double
chortled about how she was most likely destroyed by the Elodoin."
"He was ... very distasteful," Loranna says.
“Sounds about right,” Teleran muttered, “I’ll try to resolve his problem with
me if I can, but first I’ll need to figure out what exactly I can do. For now…
just check for daggers if I show up unexpectedly. I don’t think he’ll bother
you again, but I didn’t think he would try anything this time either. What the
hell kind of payment is he planning on exacting? Never mind, my problem, I’ll
figure out a way to deal with him.”
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 05:48 AM
QUOTE(Teleran @ May 10 2005, 11:37 PM)
“Sounds about right,” Teleran muttered, “I’ll try to resolve his
problem with me if I can, but first I’ll need to figure out what exactly I can
do. For now… just check for daggers if I show up unexpectedly. I don’t think
he’ll bother you again, but I didn’t think he would try anything this time
either. What the hell kind of payment is he planning on exacting? Never mind,
my problem, I’ll figure out a way to deal with him.”
"All right - but remember, we're all here for each other," Loranna
says, giving Teleran a grin. "Try to get some rest; our days are gonna get
more trying until this is resolved."
Loranna returns to her room, and looks at Slyvos, taking a deep breath.
"Love, I'd like to talk ..."
Posted by: Shardie May 11 2005, 06:04 AM
A mist rose from the body, and took the shape of a woman. A
different woman from the one that just died. She looked intensely at the eight
of them, and then disappeared into the morning mist. A voice rang out. "My
time here is but temporary, but you eight fit the profile quite nicely. I think
I can finish you all off in the ten minute I have left on this plane…"
The woman reappeared, as a Scythe formed out of the morning mist
"Spread out! Get ready for a fight!" Landon yelled, as the other
seven prepared their weapons, and fanned out, "now horrid fiend…"
Landon started, but saw that the woman once again had disappeared into the
mist, "Where did she go?"
"Behind you!" Arisa yelled, preparing a fire spell, but it was too
late, as Landon turned, the woman struck him beneath his chin with the blunt
end of her scythe, knocking him unconscious, yet as this occurred, Lacoriz and
Red approached from both sides, their weapons at the ready to strike this
mysterious woman, but their weapons passed through the woman as if the was mist.
She swung her Scythe around, knocking out Red, the Nord, and completed a full
turn, attempting to strike Lacoriz, who blocked it. The woman smiled, as she
clicked her finger, and Lacoriz was encased in ice. This was all in one swift
movement, as the other five stood back amazed.
"Who are you?" Paul asked
'Who am I?" she said, crouching into battle position, "That is a
question lowly mortals such as your self should not worry themselves about, and
no" she clicked her fingers once more, "Such a weak spell will not
work on me, Elverere, my dear…"
"Elverere, what's wrong?" asked Arisa, whilst Elverere only responded
with muffled cries
"What good is a mage if he can not speak?" the woman said laughing,
as Issac and Paul charged at her, their swords and spear ready to strike.
"This is why I do not deal with mortals that often, they are quite the
foolish lot…" the woman said, jumping high, avoiding the blades, and
quickly casting two extremely powerful sleep spells into the two men, who fell
under its sway immediately.
Arisa looked amazed at this act. No mortal she knew could cast spells so
quickly, or move so fast… the mist… she looked beside her to where Cerius was a
few minutes ago, to find him gone. She suddenly realised what Cerius had done.
"No, Cerius! Don't! You can not defeat her like that!" Arisa said
"Too late," the woman replied, as she swung her scythe around,
hitting the invisible Cerius into the air, landing on the now silent, paralysed
Elverere, knocking him unconscious. She turned to Arisa
"I will go willingly, but tell me this," Arisa started, "why are
you doing this?"
Meridia smiled, as she placed a charm on Arisa, "its all a test…"
She looked at the nearby shepherd, and nodded politely, before disappearing,
taking the unconscious bodies of the eight heroes with her
Posted by: Loranna May 11 2005, 04:05 PM
Loranna's Journal
Middas, 11th of Second Seed
I wonder sometimes at myself; how I say I feel for others and how I am actually
regarding them don't always match up, and realizing that in me always leaves me
shaken.
I'm not sure how it happened - well, maybe not. I'd always thought of Jazbet as
being older and more mature than myself, and Dagoth despite his years as being
younger than myself ... emotionally, that is. I looked to Jazbet for instruction
about love and feelings, and I tried offering what I knew to Dagoth, anon
Slyvos.
I'm a fool; I love Slyvos, and respect him, yet I regarded him in the back of
my mind being younger than I emotionally. Some lover I am, to be looking at the
man I adore like that. Slyvos is young - young in his new mortal life,
young in that some part of him is ever-young, but in terms of his emotional
maturity, I am not his senior. Harmon's words and Tris's comments have
helped me finally realize that, and I feel like a fool for not seeing it
before.
We sat down last night after I checked in on Teleran, made sure his ghostly
double was known to him, and we talked. I started off by saying maybe I'd been
looking at things off-kilter, putting us in a potential spot in the future. I
went on about how sex is selfish, how I'd looked at sex as a way to offer
comfort and that implied some rather unpleasant things when you looked at it
closely, I spoke like I was the one who knew more.
And Slyvos, bless his heart, spoke earnestly, trying to answer my questions to
him - and he asked questions of his own, asking me what sex was to me, telling
me that sex is different for everyone, that it's a way for people in love to
express their feelings ... and it dawned on me, that he knew as much as I did,
and then I realized I'd been acting like I knew more, and I just couldn't
believe it. My dear, wonderful Slyvos, who can make music that can bring tears
to my eyes, who braved the horrors of a ritual he knew would torture his
spirit, in order to help us, who's always tried to be there for me and who,
like Jazbet, had to deal with me loving two men at once ...
I love him; I should be treating him as an equal, not thinking I'm his
emotional senior. I'm not; I'm as confused by Harman's words as anyone else
would be, and Slyvos is as wise as anyone else I could ask right now regarding
sex. I love him ...
===
So, what have we come up with? I admitted that sometimes I was thinking more of
trying to please Slyvos than my own pleasure, as did he - we both thought that
the point was not just our own feelings but the feelings of those we love. We
both acknowledged that we love one another, and we looked a bit at what drew us
together in the beginning, the shared feeling of being monsters trapped in a
hostile world and by our own natures, seeking comfort in each other's presence.
He mentioned that sex and love are not the same, but they can be ... joined;
that is probably not the word either of us was looking for. I mentioned again
that sex is selfish, but that selfishness can include others.
And in the end, we kissed each other and looked in each other's eyes as though
we were new lovers having their first kiss, and we both said the same thing -
we loved each other very much, yet at the same time, we both were very, very
hot for one another. I love him, and I want him.
Stopping and looking back ... I felt this way for Jazbet; I still feel this way
for Jazbet, though I find myself thinking wistfully that I would have liked to
have had this conversation with him as well. He's watching, though, and he's
laughing I'm sure - Jazbet love, you still get me very hot, and may my sister
treat you right. I ... sort of feel this way for those I have crushes on, but
not really; I want Allie, but she doesn't return the sentiment and so it's not
as strong, more just a little daydream to ponder. Tris, sweet lovable Tris, we
both have loved ones who would get hurt, and much as I want him, I'm not sure
he and I are suited as lovers as Slyvos and I are. My other crushes ... not
even as strong as those two; just having stopped to think about them this way I
can almost feel them lesseing a bit.
So, then, what is sex ...
I want Slyvos, and the thought of him wanting me makes me hot as much as the
thought of him himself. Wanting and being wanted - which is not loving and
being loved but the two can exist together, for we both love one another.
Slyvos had said my crushes were lust - nothing wrong with lust per se, just
that what he and I have is love, not lust, and that sex is a way to express
that love.
I ... I still love that feeling of sex so good it scares me.
Wanting and being wanted; a way to express love, something different from sex
itself but as complicated as sex if not moreso; being so satisfied it scares me
...
It doesn't feel like a complete answer, but it feels a little closer than my
first one.
Sharing feelings and giving to my lover - if my lover wants me as much as I
want him, he'll be happy just by having me, I don't have to give him anything
special - I should be concentrating on my own happiness, my selfish need, and
knowing that when we're done, we'll both be satisfied. ... It sounds strange to
say it like that, but maybe I'm just letting my own need to feel like a giving
person get in the way.
(Speaking of which, I should look at how I look at myself and act soon ...)
Sex is more than just this though, there's the act of creation involved too ...
or is that something slightly different? Or is sex the mechanics of the act of
creation, if that means anything ...
I know sex is beautiful, at least; even with the bad lovers I had prior to my
new life sex was something to be enjoyed and appreciated. It's beautiful and so
it's part of Dibella ...
I wonder how Harman will feel about an answer that only raises more questions
in my head; hopefully he'll not mind.
Posted by: Sheogorath May 11 2005, 09:55 PM
Nowhere
Somewhere
The Daedra Vaernima was gone.
The box was much smaller now. Bosriel could again feel the ceiling merely by
standing on her tip-toes, and the walls in all directions by putting her hands
out just a few inches.
It was dark.
She screamed, "You promised to set me free!"
But she knew her voice couldn't be heard outside the box. The whistling wind
was gone.
The little girl was alone.
Posted by: Arynel May 11 2005, 10:34 PM
In Daggerfall, a little alleyway sets empty. An elderly Breton
woman walks by, and a leaf on a single green sprouting up from a crack in the
road quivers at her passing.
In Daggerfall, a little alleyway sets empty, but for a cloaked figure, who was
just before absent. A middle aged Imperial man passes by and passes a glance
towards the cloaked figure, and then walks on.
Arynel steps out of the alleyway and begins the trek towards the guild house.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 11 2005, 11:33 PM
Solunastra: Allerleirauh
Despite the comings and goings of ghosts, Allerleirauh continued to conduct her
daily business. Tithes and relief for Vvardenfell. The rebuilding of Vivec
city. The admission of a new foundling at the orphanage next door. Interviewing
new staff, since it seemed her current staff was inadequate to deal with her
present houseguests.
Most of her business was conducted with Sen-Yedda resting in her arms, or in
her lap.
Mirea finished giving her latest surveillance report.
"So what should we do about him?" Mirea asked. "I vote we drop
him in the well. And the guys can stand around and pee on his head."
"The well is to drink from," Allerleirauh said, smiling. "Since
the horse is already out, there's no point in shutting the barn doors, so to
speak. Continue to watch him, and keep me informed."
She dismissed Mirea, and turned to writing in her journal. The one Master B,
the psijiic, had given her. She had been neglecting it lately. Surely nothing
was more tedious than the day to day joys and tribulations of a new baby, as
reported by the doting parents. But this was business.
Dear Master B,
We have an interesting development... spirits of the dead appearing. Have you
noticed the phenomenon there? Does Loremaster Celarus have an opinion?
Posted by: Shardie May 12 2005, 05:15 AM
Gothway Gardens
Maranda looked triumphantly at her sword. That short detour to that identifier
at the Mages Guild was defiantly worth the extra trouble. After much testing,
he discovered the true identity of the weapon known as the White Gold Sword.
From his expertise, he knew that it was not made by any swordsmith on Tarmiel,
and most properly came from Akivar. The material it was made from was strange
too. None he had ever seen before, it seemed it could store magic. With no
inherent magical value itself, whatever spell cast apon the weapon would then
be what the weapon strikes. If a flare (20-40 flame damage) spell was cast on
the blade, it would give (20-40 flame damage) in addition to the sword attack
power. If she cast dispel upon it, the last enchantment would be wiped. She sat
in the tavern looking lovingly at her sword, as she overheard a conversation.
“A group of men, yes, and a girl too… they looked different to the other
people, and gave off an aura of power” the man said, shaking, “and that’s when
it happened… a lady sacrificed herself, and another woman, deadly beautiful
woman at that, came and annihilated this group, in a matter of seconds, they
were all down, the woman looked at me, then disappeared with all the bodies!”
“Sure, sure, you have had a bit too much to drink, in my opinion…” a second man
said
“Were was this?” Maranda said urgently
“I can take you there for…” the man started, as Maranda through a bag of coins
on the table. He had never seen so much money… with this he could pay off all
his debts and retire to the good life, he smiled
“We will leave now, so we can get there before dark,” he said, standing up and
walking out, Maranda followed him
Posted by: Sheogorath May 12 2005, 09:04 PM
Wayrest
The closing of the Mages Guilds throughout eastern High Rock had not bothered
the populace very much. Adventurers and scholars were naturally put out about
it, but to the peasants, the Guild had little effect on their day to day lives.
A rumor had begun that the temples throughout the region were being closed as
well, and that was different.
It was only a rumor, however. True, the top hierarchy of the temples had been
called to the Royal Dome of Wayrest to meet with the Queen, but the day-to-day
activities of the temples was uninterrupted.
It was fortunate timing that today was the fifth birthday of Princess Tymona,
and parades and celebrations in her honor were held throughout Wayrest. Anyone
worrying that things were amiss was silenced by the sheer spectacle of the
event.
Tymona herself loved it. Her first through fourth birthdays had not been such
occasions.
Her brother Eadwyre was old enough to know that his mother was an expert at
manipulating the populace. It was a trait he was eager to learn at her feet.
Posted by: B May 13 2005, 02:05 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 11 2005, 05:33 PM)
Dear Master B,
We have an interesting development... spirits of the dead appearing. Have you
noticed the phenomenon there? Does Loremaster Celarus have an opinion?
The Isle of Artaeum, Summurset
In the middle of an orchard sat an Altmer in a grey cloak. A slight, warm
breeze blew through the trees as B sat quietly reading his journal. He had been
out of contact for quite some time, and it was good to hear from Allerleirauh
again.
The Psijic turned the page in his journal and ran his finger across the blank
paper. In the wake of his moving finger, words began to appear. Simultaneously,
the very same words appeared in Allerleirauh’s journal:
My dear Allerleirauh,
It is so good to hear from you. I know it is not much of an excuse, but I have
been extremely busy of late. Shame on me for not writing, though.
I don’t know if you were aware or not, but the 1st of Second Seed was the
Vigyld. It is one of the most sacred days for the Order. We spent much of the
day in study and meditation in an attempt to empower the salutary spirits and
debilitate the unclean ones. We have noticed some unrest in the phantom world.
I cannot say I know why the ancestor spirits are so restless, but I, for one,
am keeping an eye on it.
I wish I had more to give you, but for now, all I can do is watch and wait. I
will try to get in touch with Loremaster Celarus and see if he can offer any
advice.
Yours,
~B
Posted by: Shardie May 13 2005, 05:46 AM
Graysile Tower, Daggerfall
The shepherd pointed to the doorway to the ruined tower "That’s where they
were…"
"And what's inside that dungeon?" Maranda asked
"Mummies, werewolves, and vampires… hang on, your not going in
there?" the Shepherd asked
"I have to, I am being drawn to it" Maranda said, as she entered the
dungeon. The first room was like nothing she had ever seen before.
As she entered the dungeon, the door behind her disappeared, and Maranda found
herself on an island, a fountain in the middle of this marble tiled square
island. Maranda walked slowly towards the fountian, and placed a finger under
the brown liquid coming from its insides. She tasted it, and her eyes opened
wide
"Ale…" she said quietly to herself, drawing her sword out of its
sheath, and casting a shock spell upon it, "well, toto, I don't think we
are in high rock any more…"
The lights went out, just as she was wondering how this room was being lit. It
was pitch black, when a voice rang out, a terribly familiar voice
"No, my dear servant, you are not in High Rock any more… not even on
Tarmiel… you are I in…" a spotlight came down upon her, "Meridia's
"Gauntlet of Heroes!"" Cheering started from unknown source, as
the voice continued, "In order to be truly free of my hold, you must
defeat the eight heroes I have picked from the Mortal Realm!" more cheering,
"in each of the halls lays a different warrior, all with some relation to
your sister. If you defeat them all, you will gain what I have used to control
you all this time… now, in the Hall of Ale, you will face your first opponent,
Travelling all the way from Skyrim, here is Red the Mean!" A second
spotlight appeared, highlighting a monsterous, orc like creature, two axes in
his hand, a horn coming from one side of his head, and a bull ring through a
pig-like snout… "Of course, I did have to mutate him… so have fun!"
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 13 2005, 06:06 AM
Issa Yojimbo slept deeply in his room in Solunastra. He had
dreams.
He stood in a large crater of fire. Before him was a young woman. She was
Dunmer, with long, red hair. She was very beautiful. Issa went over to her.
Suddenly, seven dragons roared overhead. When Issa looked at her again. She was
an Azurite, only covered in flames.
Then he looked again. The Azurite became a fiery skeleton with horns. Behind
the monster was the woman again. The fiery skeleton grew to immense size, and
swallowed both Issa and the girl.
Suddenly, he was on a foggy beach. He saw the woman, and recognised her.
The last time he saw his sister, she was a child. She was kidnapped. Their
parents went out looking for her, and Issa hadn't seen his family since.
But now, in a dream she stood before him, a grown woman. Issa Yojimbo knelt
down and cried. Relena Yojimbo put her arms around him, with the most
comforting look in her eyes. Suddenly, Issa was alone, floating in the sea.
He woke up on the floor. He knew in his heart that he had to find Relena.
The rest of the night, he slept dreamlessly.
Posted by: Rhedd May 13 2005, 08:23 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 9 2005, 03:17 AM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
Visitors and diplomats without state business were politely ushered out.
Pages rushes through the gently winding corridors finding the Queen’s chief
ministers of state in their offices and state rooms, banquet halls and
parlors.
The Minister of War, the Chief Minister of State, Lord of the Queen’s Council,
the Chief Castellan, the Chancellor, the Minister of Commerce, the Lord
Treasurer, and Her Majesty’s Spymaster were wanted at once in Elysana’s throne
room. Together with a dozen of the Queen’s advisors who had no official
title.
Elysana had had a visitor last night. A most unwelcome one, for a woman
who wanted no unannounced visitors.
A dead one.
Herwyn Brand had tried to calm his queen's fears. He had failed, but in his
defense he had been working with two notable handicaps. One was that he had no
idea who the spectre was that had so upset the Queen. The second was that he was
unwilling to tell her everything he knew.
Herwyn felt his job as Spymaster was, certainly, to keep the Queen informed,
but more than that, he felt it his duty to keep her protected from her enemies
and as happy as possible. He suspected that bringing Tris Gaerington's name
into the matter of the haunting visitor would do little for the Queen's
happiness.
No doubt he was correct, but now the temples and Mage's Guilds were being shut
down, and Herwyn found himself wondering if it was all for the best.
Time would tell, but meanwhile he considered the thought that it might be in
the Queen's best interests for him to provide aid to young Master Gaerington in
the matter of fixing what he had broken.
Of course, the possibility of that meaning he would get to speak to the elusive
Doll a bit more hadn't slipped his mind, either.
Posted by: S'reddit May 13 2005, 08:31 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 12 2005, 11:23 PM)
Time would tell, but meanwhile he considered the thought that it
might be in the Queen's best interests for him to provide aid to young Master
Gaerington in the matter of fixing what he had broken.
Of course, the possibility of that meaning he would get to speak to the elusive
Doll a bit more hadn't slipped his mind, either.
‘This must be handled with the greatest of discretion,’ the Queen said, her
face stony with resolve. ‘I must find if there is a Necromancer who wishes me
harm. I need the witches of High Rock, any who still survived the expulsion of
the Azurites, rounded up. They hide themselves away, so a Spymaster is more
useful than a general in routing them out.’
Elysana turned before going to meet with the Magister of the Wayrest Mages
Guild. ‘I will expect a full report of your progress every morning, Herwyn.’
Posted by: Rhedd May 13 2005, 08:48 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 13 2005, 12:31 AM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
‘This must be handled with the greatest of discretion,’ the Queen said, her
face stony with resolve. ‘I must find if there is a Necromancer who wishes me
harm. I need the witches of High Rock, any who still survived the
expulsion of the Azurites, rounded up. They hide themselves away, so a
Spymaster is more useful than a general in routing them out.’
Elysana turned before going to meet with the Magister of the Wayrest Mages
Guild. ‘I will expect a full report of your progress every morning, Herwyn.’
"Of course, your Majesty. Rest assured I will find and eliminate the cause
of this disturbance."
Herwyn left the audience with much on his mind.
Posted by: S'reddit May 13 2005, 08:53 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 12 2005, 11:48 PM)
"Of course, your Majesty. Rest assured I will find and
eliminate the cause of this disturbance."
Herwyn left the audience with much on his mind.
Young Prince Eadwyre sat in the hallway, reading a book. At Herwyn's footfall,
he looked up, and then back to his page.
'I heard her,' he said quietly, not looking up. 'She saw grandfather, the King,
her father. I heard her call his name, the same as mine. I think she murdered
him.'
Posted by: Shardie May 13 2005, 12:46 PM
Gauntlet of Heroes
Before Maranda stood the beast that was once the Nord, Red. Tall, and pig-like,
he was nothing like what the once human Nord looked like. A horn petruded from
the left side of his head, a bull ring through his pig like nose, Two Steel
axes were in each of his hands, a band on the ends of the axes around his axe,
a flask hanging around his waste, his tatters of clothes were shaped as like a
Toga.
"ROAR!" He yelled in an instant, as Muzak started to play in the
background. He Charged at Maranda, in a clumsy way, Maranda dodged, buy casting
a jump spell, and landing on his head. Red was quite annoyed at this, and began
flailing his axes above his head in a dangerous way. Maranda jumped off to
avoid this attack, but cast a drain Strength spell, touching the back of his
head. Red let out a roar in dissatisfaction, and took a swig from the flask at
his side, and then clicked a flint between his teeth, and breathed fire in
Maranda's general direction. IT seemed like taking it easy would not do... she
had do things Maranda blasted another shock spell onto her blade, increasing
its strength, and charged at the lumbering creature before her. Dodging his
clumsy attacks, she struck her sword across his chest, as Red gave out a roar
of pain. Maranda jumped back, and looked around. This was not going to defeat
him... just sword strikes would bounce off the heavy armour like skin that the
Mutated Red now possessed... She looked around for some inspiration...
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 08:15 PM
Solunastra:
Allerleirauh lay with her eyes closed. Near her bed stood Sen-Yedda's cradle.
She trusted Jalian Hawkford to protect the child with her life; but Jalian's
life was far too fragile, considering the powers that were interested in an
infant demigod. Besides, when it came to the point, Allerleirauh trusted only
herself.
She felt his presence in the room, as she had for the past three nights, but
she did not open her eyes. What unfinished business brought him here? Gentle,
malign, loving and ruthless, did he long to apologize to her, to punish her for
her part in his downfall, to start again anew and just this once do things
right? If he ever did, would the world end, or become something like a world
but never seen before?
She felt his breath on her face, but he did not touch her. As long as he left
the cradle alone, she would lie still, with eyes closed, until the break of
day.
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 09:03 PM
Arynel arrived at the guildhouse, took a sidelong glance over
his shoulder and then opened the door. The Breton entered therein and looked
around, scanning for anything that might catch his attention.
Seeing nothing of interest, Arynel made his way upstairs. Stopping at
Allerleirauh's room he reached up and knocked on the door.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 09:53 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 02:03 PM)
Arynel arrived at the guildhouse, took a sidelong glance over
his shoulder and then opened the door. The Breton entered therein and
looked around, scanning for anything that might catch his attention.
Seeing nothing of interest, Arynel made his way upstairs. Stopping at
Allerleirauh's he reached up and knocked on the door.
Within the room, Allerleirauh started and caught her breath, but did not open
her eyes. A man's voice, stern and with an accent Arynel did not recognize,
said,
"Come in."
In the room stood the ghost of a man of medium height and uncertain race,
bearded, wearing a hunter's boots and a warrior's sword. The spirit was all
grey, like a drawing made with a silver pencil, except for his eyes, which were
piercing blue.
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 09:55 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 01:53 PM)
Within the room, Allerleirauh started and caught her breath, but
did not open her eyes. A man's voice, stern and with an accent Arynel did not
recognize, said,
"Come in."
In the room stood the ghost of a man of medium height and uncertain race, bearded,
wearing a hunter's boots and a warrior's sword. The spirit was all grey, like a
drawing made with a silver pencil, except for his eyes, which were piercing
blue.
Arynel opened the door and glanced at Allerleirauh out of the corner of his
eyes, but the Breton's pupils were fixed firmly on the spirit before him.
"What do you want?" Arynel asked, stepping into the room
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 09:58 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 02:55 PM)
Arynel opened the door and glanced at Allerleirauh out of the
corner of his eyes, but the Breton's pupils were fixed firmly on the spirit
before him.
"What do you want?" Arynel asked, stepping into the room
"If I could say the right words to her, all would be right,"
the spirit said. "But I don't know the words. Have you come to tell
them to me?"
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 10:01 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 01:58 PM)
"If I could say the right words to her, all would be
right," the spirit said. "But I
don't know the words. Have you come to tell them to me?"
"There are wounds no words I know can mend, and rifts no words are made
fit to bridge," Arynel said, "tell me, though, what do you have to
say?"
The Breton looked at the spirit with an expression that was at once both calm
and alert.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 10:04 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 03:01 PM)
"There are wounds no words I know can mend, and rifts no
words are made fit to bridge," Arynel said, "tell me, though, what do
you have to say?"
The Breton looked at the spirit with an expression that was at once both calm
and alert.
"It's truth you want, is it?" the spirit said. "Sometimes
lies are more revealing. Are you her husband?"
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 10:06 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 02:04 PM)
"It's truth you want, is it?" the spirit said. "Sometimes lies are more
revealing. Are you her husband?"
"No, I am not." The Breton said plainly. "I would much like
truth, though I would hear your lies if you would give them."
"Whichever will do most good." Arynel said.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 10:09 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 03:06 PM)
"No, I am not." The Breton said plainly.
"I would much like truth, though I would hear your lies if you would give
them."
"Whichever will do most good." Arynel said.
The spirit smiled. "You lie, boy. Do you think that you can touch a
woman and have no part in her? That will happen on the same day you drop your
jellied toast face down on a dirt floor and both toast and floor come away
clean.
"This one has had many husbands, and will have many more, until the day
one of them overcomes me. But I see you have no sword."
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 10:14 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 02:09 PM)
The spirit smiled. "You lie, boy. Do you think that you
can touch a woman and have no part in her? That will happen on the same
day you drop your jellied toast face down on a dirt floor and both toast and
floor come away clean.
"This one has had many husbands, and will have many more, until the day
one of them overcomes me. But I see you have no sword."
"I have a bladed tongue," the Breton said, "and so I say to you
be now overcome, if I am found to have right stature to will it so."
Arynel paused, then continued.
"If not, then let me gather proper armament and I shall try my hand at
your fate."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 10:24 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 03:14 PM)
"I have a bladed tongue," the Breton said, "and
so I say to you be now overcome, if I am found to have right stature to will it
so."
Arynel paused, then continued.
"If not, then let me gather proper armament and I shall try my hand at
your fate."
"Very good," the spirit said. "Right now you reach
just about to my big toe. Mend your sword first, a sword makes any man feel
larger."
He narrowed his eyes.
"The mirror shattered when it reflected what was shattered. To mend it,
hold it up to something whole. Good luck with that, for I know nothing in this
world or the next that is not broken."
He bent over Allerleirauh, who had still not opened her eyes, although her
heart was beating so rapidly they could see the pulse in the large vein at her
throat.
"The sun comes. And so I go."
He evaporated into a mist and a ray of morning light through the paned window.
Allerleirauh sat up, gasping.
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 10:26 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 02:24 PM)
"Very good,"
the spirit said. "Right now you reach just about to my big toe. Mend
your sword first, a sword makes any man feel larger."
He narrowed his eyes.
"The mirror shattered when it reflected what was shattered. To mend it,
hold it up to something whole. Good luck with that, for I know nothing in this
world or the next that is not broken."
He bent over Allerleirauh, who had still not opened her eyes, although her
heart was beating so rapidly they could see the pulse in the large vein at her
throat.
"The sun comes. And so I go."
He evaporated into a mist and a ray of morning light through the paned window.
Allerleirauh sat up, gasping.
Arynel ran forth to Allerleirauh, embracing her to offer his support.
"Are you alright?" The Breton asked.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 10:32 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 03:26 PM)
Arynel ran forth to Allerleirauh, embracing her to offer his
support.
"Are you alright?" The Breton asked.
Red-faced and gasping, Allerleirauh wasn't able to answer him at first. She
nestled against his chest.
"I was afraid he would hurt you," she said at last. "He can't hurt
me anymore, it's too late for that. I don't know if he notices Sen-Yedda.
Perhaps she has power enough to ward him off."
The baby, in fact, was awake, watching them both out of eyes like liquid gold,
eyes that had only recently learned to focus properly.
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 10:34 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 02:32 PM)
Red-faced and gasping, Allerleirauh wasn't able to answer him at
first. She nestled against his chest.
"I was afraid he would hurt you," she said at last. "He
can't hurt me anymore, it's too late for that. I don't know if he notices
Sen-Yedda. Perhaps she has power enough to ward him off."
The baby, in fact, was awake, watching them both out of eyes like liquid gold,
eyes that had only recently learned to focus properly.
Arynel waited for a moment, allowing Allerleirauh time to catch her breath.
"Who was he?" The Breton asked.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 10:37 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 03:34 PM)
Arynel waited for a moment, allowing Allerleirauh time to catch
her breath.
"Who was he?" The Breton asked.
"Don't you know?" Allerleirauh said. "Even without the specific
trappings. Even only half dead, whatever part of his shade is free to haunt.
That was my father."
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 10:41 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 02:37 PM)
"Don't you know?" Allerleirauh said. "Even
without the specific trappings. Even only half dead, whatever part of his shade
is free to haunt. That was my father."
A breath caught in the Breton's throat like a turrent and he nearly fell over.
"And what am I," Arynel said, "to stand against him? Nevermind
though, I must gather the shards and build once again my blade. Tell me, if you
know, what is there that I could mend it on?"
Posted by: Rhedd May 13 2005, 10:44 PM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 13 2005, 12:53 AM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
Young Prince Eadwyre sat in the hallway, reading a book. At Herwyn's
footfall, he looked up, and then back to his page.
'I heard her,' he said quietly, not looking up. 'She saw grandfather, the King,
her father. I heard her call his name, the same as mine. I think
she murdered him.'
(Royal Palace, Wayrest:)
Herwyn turned and bowed politely to the young boy.
"You should be careful to whom you tell such information, my Prince. Not
all who serve your mother have her best interests in mind."
Posted by: Sheogorath May 13 2005, 10:49 PM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 13 2005, 04:44 PM)
Herwyn turned and bowed politely to the young boy.
"You should be careful to whom you tell such information, my Prince. Not
all who serve your mother have her best interests in mind."
The boy looked up at Herwyn, and smiled. It was his mother's smile, entirely
charming and unrevealing, "What information?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 10:52 PM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 13 2005, 03:41 PM)
A breath caught in the Breton's throat like a turrent and he
nearly fell over.
"And what am I," Arynel said, "to stand against him?
Nevermind though, I must gather the shards and build once again my blade.
Tell me, if you know, what is there that I could mend it on?"
"What can there be?" Allerleirauh said. "Even this little one,
she came into the world greedy and hungry and crying. Perhaps there is a more
perfect world. Perhaps something can be made. I don't know. If it's a riddle,
you are the one to solve it."
Posted by: Arynel May 13 2005, 10:54 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 02:52 PM)
"What can there be?" Allerleirauh said.
"Even this little one, she came into the world greedy and hungry and
crying. Perhaps there is a more perfect world. Perhaps something can be made. I
don't know. If it's a riddle, you are the one to solve it."
Arynel frowned with uncertainty.
"I will gather the shards first, then," the Breton said at last,
"and then I will look to solve the riddle, if indeed it is solvable."
Posted by: Rhedd May 13 2005, 10:58 PM
QUOTE(Arrogant_Hero @ May 9 2005, 05:41 AM)
I arrive to the Smith’s Hall cloaked in evil looks. I’m not
surprised. I dropped in every once in awhile to check on the progress of my
axe, saying nothing to anyone. Then after a few hours of brooding around the
Hall, and loud sighs, I would leave. Needless to say I hadn’t earned friends in
this place. They hate me, I can tell, but... they all respect me.
The word had spread around town of the battle me and Aricyn had. Most people in
the town heard the short version of the fight, Aricyn won – but those that saw
the fight, held a different story. Once that version spread around town, people
begin to hold their own conclusion of who won. Which lead to awe inspired looks
everywhere I went, and even free food in some places.
I’d say at this time the town was split fifty, fifty on the conclusion of who
won.
Believe it or not, I actually had respect for one of these so called
"Smiths", the old Nord working on my axe, Floki Longhammer. When he
said he could speak to weapons, I laughed at him, and dismissed him as another
crazy, old Nord. But he soon proved me wrong. Since I got her, Luciel only
spoke to me, but somehow, the Nord got her to speak to him too, and he found
out her name.
That was enough.
But respect or not, today would be the day I get my axe back. He better
hope he’s done. The last time I was here the Nord was saying something about an
enchantment he was working on. I told him magicka was for the weak, and he just
laughed his old, hardy laugh. I wonder how that’s going?
“Longhammer!” I yell deep into the Hall.
I then light up another sweet cherry, as I wait for the old man to get off his
backside and greet me.
(Smith's Hall, Ald Raathim:)
Floki Longhammer was nearly as wide as he was tall, now that his height had
deteriorated with age. He heard the bellowing call of the orc and laid his
hammer and tongs aside.
Wiping his brow of sweat and leaving soot in its place, he strode down the
hall, eyeing the work of the lesser smiths as he went.
"No need to shout, Master Orc, I'm not deaf yet!
"Come for you axe, finally? Took you long enough. I was beginning to
wonder if you still wanted it." The old man's keen blue eyes sparkled with
humor.
The axe hung on a wall, in a place above other fine weapons, bathed in the
firey light of the forges. The haft had been replaced by the finest black
Nordic hardwood, carved intricately but tastefully with knotwork, runes, and
leering faces. The grip was wrapped in a complex weaving of hard leather.
"Better than new," said the old smith. "Don't hurt yourself with
it, now."
Posted by: Rhedd May 13 2005, 11:01 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ May 13 2005, 02:49 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
The boy looked up at Herwyn, and smiled. It was his mother's smile,
entirely charming and unrevealing, "What information?"
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
Herwyn smiled.
"I believe you said something about how interesting your book was, my
Prince, but my mind was wandering.
Good day to you, your Highness."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 11:40 PM
Daggerfall: Tris
The hour before dawn. Soon the farmers at market would be setting up their
booths. Soon the lamplighters would douse the streetlights. Now, though. Now he
had the streets to himself.
No potions, no spells, no Void Ranger tricks. Well, one. The state altering
trick that let him ignore the fact that this wasn't really his foot.
Dibella has blessed you, Tris... do her another service, and the Temple will
improve the leg you were given.
Thinking, now he was thinking. Out of condition, not just physically but
mentally. Don't think. Be the road, the air brushing his cheeks. Be the burning
in his thighs, the sweat tickling as it ran down his spine. Run, that's all.
His lungs burned. Too soon. He was ridiculously out of condition. Ignore it.
Take it to the next level.
The cramp in his side hit like a knife, and he jolted to a stop, hand pressed
against the pain, forcing himself to walk so his muscles wouldn't stiffen.
It would be a long, slow, walk home. His fault for letting himself go so badly.
*
At the back door of Solunastra, the tradesman's entrance, someone knocked, and
Ciel Dolbinen opened the door, because it was almost time for the workmen to
arrive.
The visitor was a woman with the figure and face of a teenager. Only very fine
lines around her eyes and a lack of baby padding beneath her features said she
was no child. Clearly a Breton, but with fair skin and honey blonde hair pulled
back from her forehead into a loose knot that spoke of Nords in her pedigree
somewhere. Perfect, regular features, lips curved into a permanent half smile,
warm green eyes. She was so lovely that she might have been an actress or a
high paid courtesan, but her clothes were those of a modest wife. She might
have been the wife of a working man, except for an enormous garnet ring on her
finger, carved with an image of Dibella.
"I'm looking for Tristayn Gaerington," she said. "Is this where
he lives?"
Posted by: Solin May 13 2005, 11:53 PM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 04:40 PM)
Daggerfall: Tris
At the back door of Solunastra, the tradesman's entrance, someone knocked, and
Ciel Dolbinen opened the door, because it was almost time for the workmen to
arrive.
The visitor was a woman with the figure and face of a teenager. Only very fine
lines around her eyes and a lack of baby padding beneath her features said she
was no child. Clearly a Breton, but with fair skin and honey blonde hair pulled
back from her forehead into a loose knot that spoke of Nords in her pedigree
somewhere. Perfect, regular features, lips curved into a permanent half smile,
warm green eyes. She was so lovely that she might have been an actress or a
high paid courtesan, but her clothes were those of a modest wife. She might
have been the wife of a working man, except for an enormous garnet ring on her
finger, carved with an image of Dibella.
"I'm looking for Tristayn Gaerington," she said. "Is this
where he lives?"
Ciel was a bit suprised by the unexpected visitor. He wasn't sure about
answering her until he noticed the ring on her finger.
"Yes, Tris makes his residence here sometimes," Ciel said. "He's
not here at the moment, unfortunatly. Is there anything I may do for you?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 13 2005, 11:56 PM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 13 2005, 04:53 PM)
Ciel was a bit suprised by the unexpected visitor. He
wasn't sure about answering her until he noticed the ring on her finger.
"Yes, Tris makes his residence here sometimes," Ciel said.
"He's not here at the moment, unfortunatly. Is there anything I may
do for you?"
When the visitor smiled, it was like watching a bird take flight or a flower
bloom or a shining fish leap out of the water. She was very thin, for a wealthy
woman. Very. Perhaps she hadn't been well.
"Do you know him?" she asked. "Is he well?"
Posted by: Solin May 14 2005, 12:00 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 04:56 PM)
When the visitor smiled, it was like watching a bird take flight
or a flower bloom or a shining fish leap out of the water. She was very thin,
for a wealthy woman. Very. Perhaps she hadn't been well.
"Do you know him?" she asked. "Is he well?"
Ciel raised an eye brow at the question.
"I do indeed know him," he responded. "And last I was with him
he seemed well enough, have you been given cause to think to the
contrary?"
He thought a moment and then spoke again.
"Would you like to come in?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 12:05 AM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 13 2005, 05:00 PM)
Ciel raised an eye brow at the question.
"I do indeed know him," he responded. "And last I was with
him he seemed well enough, have you been given cause to think to the
contrary?"
He thought a moment and then spoke again.
"Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you," she said, stepping into the house. "No, I
haven't... haven't seen him in two years. I love him, that's all. I'm probably
making a fool of myself."
Posted by: Solin May 14 2005, 12:11 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 05:05 PM)
"Thank you," she said, stepping into the house.
"No, I haven't... haven't seen him in two years. I love him, that's all.
I'm probably making a fool of myself."
"Two years, that's quite some time," Ciel remarked. "No, I don't
think you're making a fool of yourself in the least if you're inquiring after
someone you care about."
Ciel gave her a smile.
"Is there anything I can get you? Do for you? Perhaps I could convince
Igba to relinquish some supplies from her kitchen."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 12:15 AM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 13 2005, 05:11 PM)
"Two years, that's quite some time," Ciel
remarked. "No, I don't think you're making a fool of yourself in the
least if you're inquiring after someone you care about."
Ciel gave her a smile.
"Is there anything I can get you? Do for you? Perhaps I could
convince Igba to relinquish some supplies from her kitchen."
The woman smiled nervously. "I... I'm not hungry. This is a beautiful
house, isn't it? In Daggerfall. He's happy here, really? He doesn't take good
care of himself, you know. He needs someone... to catch him when he falls on
his face."
Moment by moment, the visitor was growing more nervous, like a shoplifter
expecting a policeman to walk up behind her and grab her shoulder at any
moment.
"Just tell me he has someone to look after him," she said.
"Please."
Posted by: Solin May 14 2005, 12:22 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 13 2005, 05:15 PM)
The woman smiled nervously. "I... I'm not hungry. This is a
beautiful house, isn't it? In Daggerfall. He's happy here, really?
He doesn't take good care of himself, you know. He needs someone... to catch
him when he falls on his face."
Moment by moment, the visitor was growing more nervous, like a shoplifter
expecting a policeman to walk up behind her and grab her shoulder at any
moment.
"Just tell me he has someone to look after him," she said.
"Please."
"It is a wonderful house and he is very happy here," Ciel said
smiling. "He is rather impulsive isn't he?"
The former knight tried to reach out and place a comforting hand on hers, he
looked into her eyes.
"Here he is surrounded by friends and loved ones, people who will support
him whatever the need may be," he said resolutely. "Is there anything
you would like me to mention to him when he returns?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 12:27 AM
QUOTE(Solin @ May 13 2005, 05:22 PM)
"It is a wonderful house and he is very happy here,"
Ciel said smiling. "He is rather impulsive isn't he?"
The former knight tried to reach out and place a comforting hand on hers, he
looked into her eyes.
"Here he is surrounded by friends and loved ones, people who will support
him whatever the need may be," he said resolutely. "Is there
anything you would like me to mention to him when he returns?"
"You've very kind," she said. Her fair skin flushed deep pink. She
avoided his outstretched hand.
"Tell him not to forget he has a brother," she said. "Oro is
more like him than he realizes..."
The policeman came. Or, to be more precise, the lamplighter outside doused the
street lamp. The first rays of the sun touched the roofs of the houses. And the
woman made an awkward dash for the door. Ciel could see the door handle through
her body. She was too insubstantial to turn it; instead she passed through it,
and out into the street.
Singing to himself, Tris entered the courtyard. He saw nothing; the spirit was
all but invisible in daylight. But he thought he smelled a familiar fragrance.
Posted by: Sheogorath May 14 2005, 01:34 AM
The Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
A man walked unaccompanied up the gently sloping corridor that led to Elysana’s
audience chamber. He stopped when he saw Prince Eadwyre, and looked curiously
at the boy reading on the floor.
“You like to read, do you?” the man asked.
“Yes,” said Eadwyre, looking up. “If you’re here to see the Queen, you’ll need
to be announced.”
“She called for me,” the man smiled. “I’m with the Mages Guild.”
“My mother is already talking with the Magister of the Wayrest Mages Guild.”
“He works for me.”
Eadwyre’s eyes opened wide. He got awkwardly to his feet and stuck out his
hand. “You’re the Archmagister? I’m Eadwyre Gardner.”
“I know who you are,” the man chuckled. “After I’m finished talking with your
mother, I’d like to discuss books with you. I like to read too.”
Eadwyre grinned, as Hannibal Traven bowed slightly, and entered the Queen’s
audience chamber.
Posted by: Arrogant_Hero May 14 2005, 02:43 AM
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 13 2005, 04:58 PM)
(Smith's Hall, Ald Raathim:)
...The axe hung on a wall, in a place above other fine weapons, bathed in the
firey light of the forges. The haft had been replaced by the finest black
Nordic hardwood, carved intricately but tastefully with knotwork, runes, and
leering faces. The grip was wrapped in a complex weaving of hard leather.
"Better than new," said the old smith. "Don't hurt yourself with
it, now."
I shoot the pasty, fossil, a cold look, before I look at my axe with a squinted
glance.
“What have you done to her? She reeks of magicka.”
Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 02:55 AM
And so, it is time once again to move on to a new thread, where
mysteries shall be resolved and raised all in one, and doom shall come to the
unwary.
... Wait; that includes me ...
LOCK ON!!!
Loranna
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