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Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 02:56 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!


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Info for Loranna:

Race: Nord
Sex: Female

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Summary for Loranna:

After helping Slyvos conduct a necromantic ritual to try and offer insight into the problem of the returning dead, Loranna discussed her brief invoking of Beauty with Tris, and went to Cyrodiil to petition to join the Dibellian temple. Her first meeting with Harman of the Rite of the Weeping Redeemer, left Loranna with several questions, which led to her developing a newfound understanding of and respect for Slyvos.

Currently, she divides her time between taking care of affairs at Ald Raathim, staying at Solunastra to see Sen-Yedda, building up her financial reserves, and training her various skills, while planning her trip to Solstheim to find her father. She ponders the question of the returning dead and works up her courage to return to the Dibellian temple, to face Harman with her answer to his questions - and to talk of her past.


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 03:01 AM

setting info from the last thread:

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: Shardie May 14 2005, 03:12 AM

Since people are giving thier intros, I might give mine...


Maranda Biennie
Race Breton
Class Conjourer
Sex female

Maranda is battling in the Gauntlet of Heroes, against the mortals who Meridia enslaved and mutated to face her. Who are these mortals, no one but

Lord Landon and his Seven Paladins of Justice (paladins in the French term, not the D and D term)

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 in thier search for Maranda have been captured by Meridia and mutated to face the poor Maranda as she battles for her Freedom

Posted by: Sheogorath May 14 2005, 03:15 AM

Summary

Elysana, the Queen of Wayrest, had a nasty ghostly visitor. While this is being investigated, the Mages Guilds of Wayrest have been closed and the witches of eastern High Rock are being rounded up. She is now speaking with the Archmagister for the entire Mages Guild, Hannibal Traven.

Bosriel, once a Void Vampire, last seen when the Eidolon was activated, has awoken in a box, which seems to be nowhere.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 04:09 AM

ooc summary:

Allerleirauh and Arynel had a visit from the ghost of her father, who stated his unfinished business, and told Arynel how to repair his sword.

Ciel saw a ghost too... a lovely woman asking about Tris.

Tris has discovered that he needs to improve his conditioning to be in the shape he was in before he lost his foot. The House of Dibella has told him that he needs to do a service for the goddess.

Doll saw the spirit of her dead uncle, and attempted to make peace with him. She also received word by way of Tris that Herwyn Brand, Queen Elysana's spymaster, has fulfilled the conditions she set for seeing him again.

The spirits of the dead with unfinished business are appearing more and more frequently. It would appear that Arkay needs help restoring order after Tris thwarted him by bringing Ciel back from the dead. But no one has a solution yet.

Posted by: Rhedd May 14 2005, 04:59 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 10 2005, 10:27 AM)

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.

*





Bryn wandered down the high street, looking for the proper shop sign. It wasn't a shop he'd ever had reason to enter. It was a goldsmith's, and a fine one. A little bell jingled when he entered.

"Good afternoon, Sir," said the smith, looking up from his delicate work, one eye hidden behind a magnifying lens.

Bryn smiled, rather tightly.

"I'm looking for something in red gold. Do you work in that?"

"Sometimes," said the smith, "how red were you wanting?"

"Red as roses," Bryn replied.

The goldsmith carefully removed his eyepiece and stood, stretching his elderly back.

"Well, Sir, I have just the thing in the back room. This way."

Leaving his apprentice to watch the shop, the smith led the way to the safe backroom, where raw gold was stored in little velvet bags. Carefully locking the door behind him, he turned to Bryn.

"Yes?"

"I have news for Sir Brand. News I think he'll find valuable."

"I'll let him know," said the goldsmith. "Check the notice board by the docks tomorrow morning. Look for a notice from the East Fishery Co. It will contain the time and place he will meet with you."


As the athletic gentleman exited the shop, the goldsmith called to him, "Good day Sir, and I'm sorry I didn't have anything to suit you."

Posted by: Aki May 14 2005, 05:33 AM

Summary

Reichi, the dunmeri male Werewolf did little more in the previous thread other than come (late) to Sekka's "Rescue", coming in just as the specters haunting him disapated.

Tohe, did little more than sleep in. tongue.gif

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Reichi wandered the halls, until he came upon a odd sight. A dunmer man in robes, Telvanni robes. The robe had several tears, and prominent bloodstains. The striking thing was, his body looked to have sustained severe tramua from what could have be a blunt weapon, but it looked more like something fell on him. He was also severaly burnt. Clearly, he was not one of the living.

"Hello Mr. Sari, didn't expect me to return did you? Tell me, did my tower burn well?" The ghost said in a gravely voice, made rather disturbing his speak was the same, considering the splinter of wood stuck in his throat. "Surprised, mutt?"

Reichi remebered this man, Darven Arvel. A aspiring Telvanni who had intended to murder the higher ranking members of the house and become its' master. One councilor learned of this, and in retaliation, but out a writ on the ambitious young wizard. Reichi had executed the write, and accidently taken down the small Mushroom tower he had made in the process. Accidently, of course. this was during the time when Reichi's luck was remarkably bad, and often caused him to cause things to go boom.

"Not really, people like you are popping out all the time..."

The dead mer grinned, revealing blackened teeth. "Nevertheless, I will settle the score," he said, raising his palm.
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Tohe meanwhile, raised a eyebrow when he heard the distinct discharge of a lighting bolt.

Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 14 2005, 05:50 AM

Summarization of past events

Issa was visited by the ghost of his grandfather, where he was told to seek out his mother.

Teleran, or some shade of him, told Issa that his mother and sister were both dead.

Issa dreamt of Relena.

Posted by: Shardie May 14 2005, 05:56 AM

Gauntlet of Heroes, The Hall of Ale

Maranda continued to look for the divine spark that would win her this match… then it struck her… She looked at the sea of ale that the island was on, and made up her mind… she cast mark at her present location. and charged towards the beast that was once the Nord, Red, slashed his arm, breaking through the tough, armour like skin, and dodging his clumsy axe attack. She then ran quickly to the edge of the island, and turned to face the beast, taunting him to attack. Red was in a blind rage. Roaring, he charged at Maranda, who quickly cast a recall spell, dodged out of the way, as Red fell into the sea of ale. She then felt her body shift, warp to a different place… the room was once again dark, yet before her, was an image of herself, as the voice rang out again "You did well to win that duel, and onto the next. Welcome to the hall of Mirrors, the second room of eight," the lights came on, almost blinding Maranda, but revealing a room full of mirrors, "A knight of great courage, skilled in mounted combat…" in the mirror before her, formed an image of a Centaur, a massive long spear in his hand. Maranda looked at it more carefully… was that not the Spear of Bitter Mercy? But Meridia continued, "Hailing from the lush lands of Cyrodiil, I present, Issac!" A cheer came up from nowhere, as the Centaur tat was once a man pawed the ground nervously. He was armoured in Daedric Armour, with Daedric hoofs… Issac started to charge, and he left the mirror and charged at Maranda at a frightening pace. Maranda only just dodged this attack, as Issac made his way safely back into a mirror on the other side. This one, Maranda thought, would be difficult


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 06:05 AM

Solunastra, East Wing: Tamne

Tamne lay in her bed in the school dormitory with the covers pulled over her head. She listened more than the others thought she did. She could go into the darkness now, and look in on them whenever she wanted. She wasn't afraid either, even though Lakshi couldn't go with her into the darkness. Being afraid of the dark was for little girls, and she wasn't little anymore.

She was trying to cry. Crying made her feel better. But lately she couldn't cry, she just hurt all over inside, as if her tears were turned back into her, leaking in instead of leaking out.

She was trying to cry because of the ghosts. Because she knew about the ghosts, knew dead people with things they wanted to do were coming back to visit living people. And she hadn't seen any ghosts. And her parents were both dead. And that meant her parents didn't want to come and see her.

Tamne lay in bed with the covers pulled over her head and tried to convince herself that her parents were so happy in Moonshadow that the real world seemed like nothing to them. But that didn't make her feel better, thinking of her parents being happy without her. They could come back. But they didn't.

Tamne thought about summoning Lakshi, her Winged Twilight, just to have someone to huddle beneath the covers with and talk to. But Lakshi wasn't her mother. Wasn't her mother at all.

The little Azurite girl began to whimper, almost noiselessly, then to rock back and forth. The girl in the bunk beneath her woke and kicked the bottom of her mattress.

A moment later the girl beneath her shrieked.

"Give me back my blanket, you witch! I'm telling on you."

The other two girls in the room woke. "Shut up!" the third girl said. "It's not even light yet!"

"She used magic to steal my blanket!"

"I didn't do anything," Tamne said hotly. "She kicked me!"

The last girl, the silent one, lit a candle.

The light revealed the other girl struggling to hold on to her blanket, which appeared to have taken on a life of its own. Finally she let go of it, and it flew away and stuck to the wall, as if by static charge. Now it was her nightdress that was trying to fly away, while she screamed and tried to hold it down with her hands.

The third girl started laughing. "Tamne's a witch, Tamne's a witch! I told you!"

"I am not a witch, I'm a worshipper of Azura!" Tamne screamed back. Which didn't help, really.

That was when the housemistress came in. Half an hour later, she was explaining herself to Allerleirauh. Not that there was anything to explain.

Allerleirauh didn't punish her. In a way it would have been better if she had.

"Tamne gets her way because she's the General's daughter," the girl from the bunk underneath hers whispered, as she entered class, late. "She can do anything and get away with it because she's a witch and a Daedra worshipper."

Tamne took the seat behind hers. And spent the whole class kicking the back of the other girl's seat. Hard.

Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 06:31 AM

Solunastra

He never came there before. He travelled through most of Tamriel (except the Black Marshes), but never stopped in Daggerfall. It was the good time for this. All he heard about since he is there was ghosts. Manifestations of the dead, uneasy, with death wishes.

The commoners called the place Solunastra. They said it is where most of the ghosts come to. And it was full of adventurers and travellers. So much the better, P'rassha needed friends in the city. So big, so easy to get lost, and so painful for the feet. Why can't be sands everywhere. Life would be easier.

Thus, the Khajiit entered Solunastra. For P'rassha, it was impressing, but the large Cathay-raht that entered the building most have created an even bigger gasp from the people inside. Dark spots covered it's orange fur, from the top of his head to the end of his tail. 8 feet of muscles and grace. He was wearing travelling gears, but surprisingly, none of his equipment seemed to fit. A large (yet small for him) Bosmeri bow was strapped in his back. His torso was covered by Dunmeri Netch leather, while his arms by much more heavier orchish bracers. Strapped to his belt lied an Imperial shortsword and a Nordic Waraxe. As if not a single piece of his equipment came from the same city, or even province.

As he walked further inside Solunastra, the Khajiit said with a strong Khajiiti accent : "P'rassha heard about ghost and friends. Let's hope you are the latter.''

It sounded like a greeting.

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 06:41 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 14 2005, 12:31 AM)

Solunastra

He never came there before. He travelled through most of Tamriel (except the Black Marshes), but never stopped in Daggerfall. It was the good time for this. All he heard about since he is there was ghosts. Manifestations of the dead, uneasy, with death wishes.

The commoners called the place Solunastra. They said it is where most of the ghosts come to. And it was full of adventurers and travellers. So much the better, P'rassha needed friends in the city. So big, so easy to get lost, and so painful for the feet. Why can't be sands everywhere. Life would be easier.

Thus, the Khajiit entered Solunastra. For P'rassha, it was impressing, but the large Cathay-raht that entered the building most have created an even bigger gasp from the people inside. Dark spots covered it's orange fur, from the top of his head to the end of his tail. 8 feet of muscles and grace. He was wearing travelling gears, but surprisingly, none of his equipment seemed to fit. A large (yet small for him) Bosmeri bow was strapped in his back. His torso was covered by Dunmeri Netch leather, while his arms by much more heavier orchish bracers. Strapped to his belt lied an Imperial shortsword and a Nordic Waraxe. As if not a single piece of his equipment came from the same city, or even province.

As he walked further inside Solunastra, the Khajiit said with a strong Khajiiti accent : "P'rassha heard about ghost and friends. Let's hope you are the latter.''

It sounded like a greeting.

*





Loranna had been practicing with maces and shortswords down in the training area, the ever-calm Dragon effortlessly giving her a rigorous and effective lesson in the fine arts of bashing peoples' heads in and sticking them with sharp pointed objects. As she comes out of the training area, undoing her hair from the ponytail she had worn while training and combing her blond tresses, she hears the newcomer call out in greeting and looks over ...

"My word, he's big ..." she mutters to herself, her eyes widening slightly. She clears her thorat and makes herself presentable, giving a welcoming smile. "Hail P'rassha and well met; welcome to Solunastra. I am Loranna; what brings you here, friend?"


Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 06:44 AM

OOC Summary:
Nalion, male Breton mage of roughly 35 years, currently resides within the Halls of Solunastra in Daggerfall City.
/OOC Summary:

Nalion descended the stairs with slow strides. He was clad in the somewhat finer blue robe he used to wear when not adventuring. The only visible weapon he wore was his Dagger of Senses, fastened tightly at his belt. He usually didn't need weapons anyway.
The mage's brown eyes looked absent, as if somewhere else, his mind spun around like a whirling wheel but with a different hub...

...Doll

"She's so..."

Nalion took the last step down to the hall and was woken from his thoughts by a Khajiit entering Solunastra. The brown haired mage blinked several times in an attempt to focus his thought on the here and now.

"You may find both here, friend Khajiit. How does the day greet you?" the mage answered in return. "Did I understand your name correctly, P'rassha?" Nalion moved over to Loranna, who had just arrived and gave her a smile and a nod in greeting.

Posted by: Rhedd May 14 2005, 06:45 AM

QUOTE(Arrogant_Hero @ May 13 2005, 06:43 PM)

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.”

*




(Smith's Hall, Ald Raathim:)

The old Nord smiled at the scowling orc.

"Don't worry, nothing that'll help you out in combat. Don't need or want help like that, do you?

"I'll tell you this, though, it won't break again, that's for sure. I don't like to do work twice, and I know you won't be gentle with her.

"Should hurt what you swing her at now, too, even if that thing isn't really there, if you know what I mean. Never can be too careful.

"Go on, give it a swing. Get used to the new weight. Tell me what you think."

Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 06:46 AM

P'rassha looked down at the lady, and soon realized he was a lot taller than everybody.

''P'rassha is looking for ghosts and friends. P'rassha heard Solunastra has the two of them.''

P'rassha, uneasy to talk downward to somebody he tried to befriend with, continued: "Is there a place where we can sit and talk. P'rassha made a long journey and is tired.''

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 06:48 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 13 2005, 11:44 PM)

OOC Summary:
Nalion, male Breton mage of roughly 35 years, currently resides within the Halls of Solunastra in Daggerfall City.
/OOC Summary:

Nalion descended the stairs with slow strides. He was clad in the somewhat finer blue robe he used to wear when not adventuring. The only visible weapon he wore was his Dagger of Senses, fastened tightly at his belt. He usually didn't need weapons anyway.
The mage's brown eyes looked absent, as if somewhere else, his mind spun around like a whirling wheel but with a different hub...

...Doll

"She's so..."

Nalion took the last step down to the hall and was woken from his thoughts by a Khajiit entering Solunastra. The brown haired mage blinked several times in an attempt to focus his thought on the here and now.

"You may find both here, friend Khajiit. How does the day greet you?" the mage answered in return. "Did I understand your name correctly, P'rassha?" Nalion moved over to Loranna, who had just arrived and gave her a smile and a nod in greeting.

*




Dragon entered behind Loranna.

"Haven't seen one of your sort outside of Elsweyr before," he said. "Cathay-raht, is that right? Well met, P'rassha. I'm Dragon. We're holding open house now, so you're welcome."

He showed P'rassha to the music room, with its comfortable chairs and clean-swept fireplace. "Sit, have a drink, let me hunt up the seneshal and tell him there's another guest."

Posted by: Aki May 14 2005, 06:49 AM

The lightning bolt tore into Reichi's side, causing the Dunmer to stumbled backwards several feet, clutching the seared flesh. The Telvanni spectre grinned. "Come now, don't tell me you'll make it that easy?" he taunted.
This time a ball of ice flying at him, Reichi cursed and shifted his weight onto one foot, lifting the other and pulling the shoe off.

The netch leather shoe impacted the iceball, and then the floor, where it promptly demonstrated that frozen netch leather shattered quite nicely at the right temperature. Reichi ran at the spellcaster, losing another shoe to diffuse a fireball spell. By the time he reached the Telvanni, he had also lost his shirt, the garment having taken a spell that had several effects to it.

Darven Arvel was not amused by this method of avoiding his spells. Reichi closed the distance, but instantly was sent stumbling back as Darven let loose a cloud of poison magick, that had a blind effect mixed in with it. Reichi could hear the ghost preparing another spell, and threw the Dagger of Senses at the soource of the sound.

Darven Arvel, had he been capable, would have cursed like a Nordic sailor, but his ghostly tongue was impaled to his equally ghostly jaw by the enchanted blade. Reichi, hearing the thud, followed by pained moans, proceeded to lash out at Arvel blindly with his fists until his sight returned and he could see his dagger to seize it. Arvel used a close range absorb health spell, but to no avail.

The spell didn't save him as his head departed his shoulders, before it and his body departed this world. "And stay dead," Reichi said, sheathing his dagger in his belt.

"He owes me some clothes now," remarked, noticing one of his shoes was shattered in milliosn of throughly frozen pieces, the other was burnt to a crisp, and his shirt was, well, it didn't look like a shirt anymore.

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 06:56 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 14 2005, 12:46 AM)

P'rassha looked down at the lady, and soon realized he was a lot taller than everybody.

''P'rassha is looking for ghosts and friends. P'rassha heard Solunastra has the two of them.''

P'rassha, uneasy to talk downward to somebody he tried to befriend with, continued: "Is there a place where we can sit and talk. P'rassha made a long journey and is tired.''

*





In the music room, Loranna makes herself comfortable, and turns to P'rassha, a small frown on her face. "Looking for ghosts you say?" she asks. "Have you seen any on your way here, then?"

She notes P'rassha's eclectic attire, guessing he travels quite a lot. It was an interesting ensemble, to be sure.


Posted by: Shardie May 14 2005, 06:59 AM

Guantlet of Heroes, the Hall of Mirrors

Before Maranda, forming in the mirror was a centaur that was once the Imperial, Issac. Armed with the Spear of Bitter Mercy, and clad in Daedric Armour, this fiend, it seemed, lived in the mirror, and the only place that it could be slain was whilst he was attacking… Issac started to charge, and he left the mirror and charged at Maranda at a frightening pace. Maranda only just dodged this attack, as Issac made his way safely back into a mirror on the other side. This one, Maranda thought, would be difficult. She cast Degrade Armour into her sword, and conjured a Dremora to act as bait, a bait that Issac took, charging at the Dremora, who was quite surprised to find himself at that place. Issacs spear flayed the skin of the Dremora, but not before Maranda struck his chestpiece with her sword, and blasted a fireball into his chest. Issac, in pain yelled out, flailing his hoofs wildly, as Maranda cast Shock on her sword, and struck his unarmoured back leg. Issac charged to the nearest mirror, to rest, as Maranda sheathed her sword, and summoned fourth a Daedric Longbow, firing an arrow which shattered the glass, but it did not slay Issac, who moved to another mirror.

At this point, Maranda got a good idea…


Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 07:00 AM

Far more confortable to see his hosts in the eyes without having to bend his head down, P'rassha sat down and answered the questions.

''P'rassha comes from Elsweyr, but left as soon as he could hunt by himself. P'rassha wanted to see the world, and the world wanted to see P'rassha. Here P'rassha is, and P'rassha heard about ghosts, but haven't seen any. P'rassha likes mysteries and P'rassha likes to learn. P'rassha wants to offer his help, if help's needed. P'rassha doesn't know a lot about ghosts, but P'rassha knows about all sorts of things.''

P'rassha became overly enthusiast at the end of his speech. He talked to the others as if they were already his friends.

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 07:08 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 14 2005, 01:00 AM)

Far more confortable to see his hosts in the eyes without having to bend his head down, P'rassha sat down and answered the questions.

''P'rassha comes from Elsweyr, but left as soon as he could hunt by himself. P'rassha wanted to see the world, and the world wanted to see P'rassha. Here P'rassha is, and P'rassha heard about ghosts, but haven't seen any. P'rassha likes mysteries and P'rassha likes to learn. P'rassha wants to offer his help, if help's needed. P'rassha doesn't know a lot about ghosts, but P'rassha knows about all sorts of things.''

P'rassha became overly enthusiast at the end of his speech. He talked to the others as if they were already his friends.

*





Loranna's frown melts into a smile, P'rassha's enthusiasm being somewhat infectious. "I see; you'll find some kindred spirits here in Solunastra then, I wager. You'll have to tell us about some of the places you've seen."

"As for the ghosts," Loranna continues, "well ... so far, the spirits of the dead who left this world with unfinished business have been returning to the living world to complete what they could not in life; many of us here have already seen departed friends and loved ones, myself included. We've been trying to find a way to remedy the situation, but so far ..."

She shrugs, thinking to herself So far the only real lead I know is Arynel and I haven't heard much on that angle.

" ... so far, it's still uncertain what must be done. Perhaps you will be able to help us; have you ever encountered anything like this before friend?"


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 07:10 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 14 2005, 12:00 AM)

Far more confortable to see his hosts in the eyes without having to bend his head down, P'rassha sat down and answered the questions.

''P'rassha comes from Elsweyr, but left as soon as he could hunt by himself. P'rassha wanted to see the world, and the world wanted to see P'rassha. Here P'rassha is, and P'rassha heard about ghosts, but haven't seen any. P'rassha likes mysteries and P'rassha likes to learn. P'rassha wants to offer his help, if help's needed. P'rassha doesn't know a lot about ghosts, but P'rassha knows about all sorts of things.''

P'rassha became overly enthusiast at the end of his speech. He talked to the others as if they were already his friends.

*




A tall woman with short silver hair entered the room. She smiled.

"None of us know very much about these ghosts," Allerleirauh said. "They appear when they have unfinished business because the barriers between this world and the next are weakened. We aren't certain how to repair the barriers."

She offered P'rassha her hand. "You may call me Allerleirauh. I am the mistress of this house."

Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 07:12 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 12:08 AM)

Loranna's frown melts into a smile, P'rassha's enthusiasm being somewhat infectious.  "I see; you'll find some kindred spirits here in Solunastra then, I wager.  You'll have to tell us about some of the places you've seen."

"As for the ghosts," Loranna continues, "well ... so far, the spirits of the dead who left this world with unfinished business have been returning to the living world to complete what they could not in life; many of us here have already seen departed friends and loved ones, myself included.  We've been trying to find a way to remedy the situation, but so far ..."

She shrugs, thinking to herself So far the only real lead I know is Arynel and I haven't heard much on that angle.

" ... so far, it's still uncertain what must be done.  Perhaps you will be able to help us; have you ever encountered anything like this before friend?"

*






P'rassha scratched his head for a moment. Everybody could notice his claws. The seemed sharp and dangerous, but it didn't seem to hurt the khajiit. After a while, the Cathay-raht found something.

''When P'rassha reached Morrowind, P'rassha saw something called ancestral tomb. They were protected by ancestral spirits, the pilgrims I was travelling with said. P'rassha thinks they were ghosts. That's all P'rassha can find for now.''

Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 07:21 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 07:10 AM)

A tall woman with short silver hair entered the room. She smiled.

"None of us know very much about these ghosts,"  Allerleirauh said. "They appear when they have unfinished business because the barriers between this world and the next are weakened. We aren't certain how to repair the barriers."

She offered P'rassha her hand. "You may call me Allerleirauh. I am the mistress of this house."

*




After giving his name to the Kahjiit, Nalion slowly followed him and Loranna into the music room, taking a place near them to listen to the convsersation.
Upon Allerleirauh's appearance, he frowned.
"Arynel hasn't shown up yet?" he asked. "Most unusual."

The mage listened to P'rassha.
"Yes, the Dunmer have a more closer relationship to their dead. I've seen the Ashpits of some temples and learned a few snippets about their ancestor worship traditions. A most intriguing thing is the ghostfence." he answered.

Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 07:29 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 12:10 AM)

A tall woman with short silver hair entered the room. She smiled.

"None of us know very much about these ghosts,"  Allerleirauh said. "They appear when they have unfinished business because the barriers between this world and the next are weakened. We aren't certain how to repair the barriers."

She offered P'rassha her hand. "You may call me Allerleirauh. I am the mistress of this house."

*





P'rassha was thinking about ghosts when Allerleirauh entered. He was so absorbed in his thought he almost didn't notice her. Nallion's comment woke him from his thoughts. He jumped on his feet to great his new hosts, but soon realized it was not a good idea and went back to his seat.

''P'rassha is glad to meet you, all of you. This ghost problem is disturbing, P'rassha says. P'rassha doesn't know what to do. Maybe P'rassha and his new friends should ask people who know about the deads. Necromancers maybe? p'rassha knows they are not very popular, though.

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 07:32 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 14 2005, 01:29 AM)

P'rassha was thinking about ghosts when Allerleirauh entered. He was so absorbed in his thought he almost didn't notice her. Nallion's comment woke him from his thoughts. He jumped on his feet to great his new hosts, but soon realized it was not a good idea and went back to his seat.

''P'rassha is glad to meet you, all of you. This ghost problem is disturbing, P'rassha says. P'rassha doesn't know what to do. Maybe P'rassha and his new friends should ask people who know about the deads. Necromancers maybe? p'rassha knows they are not very popular, though.

*





Loranna's smile fades a bit at P'rassha's comment about necromancers.

"They tend not to be," she says, her tone growing quieter.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 07:34 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 12:32 AM)

Loranna's smile fades a bit at P'rassha's comment about necromancers.

"They tend not to be," she says, her tone growing quieter.

*




Allerleirauh gave Loranna a knowing smile.

"We have a reformed necromancer in our midst, as it happens. He was able to determine that whatever is wrong has nothing to do with necromancy."

Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 07:35 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 12:32 AM)

Loranna's smile fades a bit at P'rassha's comment about necromancers.

"They tend not to be," she says, her tone growing quieter.

*





P'rassha smile faded almost as soon as Loranna's.

''P'rassha said something you didn't like? P'rassha is sorry. P'rassha doesn't know about Daggerfall's customs. P'rassha didn't knew about that."

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 07:40 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 14 2005, 01:35 AM)

P'rassha smile faded almost as soon as Loranna's.

''P'rassha said something you didn't like? P'rassha is sorry. P'rassha doesn't know about Daggerfall's customs. P'rassha didn't knew about that."

*






Loranna clears her throat. "Oh, no, nothing like that," she says, giving Allie a bit of a knowing smile back. "I just happened to have been present for the ritual our reformed necromancer used to learn what he learned; the memories are still fresh in my mind."

She gives a small grimace. "Made a very compelling case for not getting into necromancy in the process, you might say. But it's done, now."

Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 07:44 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 12:40 AM)

Loranna clears her throat.  "Oh, no, nothing like that," she says, giving Allie a bit of a knowing smile back.  "I just happened to have been present for the ritual our reformed necromancer used to learn what he learned; the memories are still fresh in my mind."

She gives a small grimace.  "Made a very compelling case for not getting into necromancy in the process, you might say.  But it's done, now."

*





P'rassha was perplex. He is used to think, but about flesh enemies and tangible traps and puzzles, not about ghosts and outerwordly manifestations.

''If it is not necromancy, then what it is? P'rassha knows only one things that deals with death and the afterlife apart from necromancers and it's...how do you call him? Arkay?"

Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 07:49 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 07:40 AM)

Loranna clears her throat.  "Oh, no, nothing like that," she says, giving Allie a bit of a knowing smile back.  "I just happened to have been present for the ritual our reformed necromancer used to learn what he learned; the memories are still fresh in my mind."

She gives a small grimace.  "Made a very compelling case for not getting into necromancy in the process, you might say.  But it's done, now."

*




Nalion frowned, indicating that he did not really agree with Loranna and Slyvos' actions.
"You performed the ritual then? I have to a admit, it is not a pleasant thought. I've been too absorbed with other things lately. I hope you both will get over it soon, though, Loranna."

The mage shot a questioning glance to Allerleirauh and back to Loranna about the comment that Slyvos had figured out where the problem lay.

"I guess then, that the effort was not in vain." a smile returned to his face. "What's done is done..."
He spoke not of being glad to see her physically unscathed, for he knew that the mental stress could still linger on.

Posted by: dentris May 14 2005, 07:52 AM

P'rassha yawned and scratched his head once more.

''Escuse poor P'rassha, but P'rassha travelled a long time before reaching Daggerfall. The nearest MAge Guild said there was no teleportation avalaible and wanted to use a catapult instead. Imagine what would be left of P'rassha if P'rassha haven't walked. It was very nice of you to talk to P'rassha, but do you have a place for P'rassha to sleep? It doesn't have to be large, just enough for P'rassha to squeeze."

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 07:55 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 14 2005, 12:52 AM)

P'rassha yawned and scratched his head once more.

''Escuse poor P'rassha, but P'rassha travelled a long time before reaching Daggerfall. The nearest MAge Guild said there was no teleportation avalaible and wanted to use a catapult instead. Imagine what would be left of P'rassha if P'rassha haven't walked. It was very nice of you to talk to P'rassha, but do you have a place for P'rassha to sleep? It doesn't have to be large, just enough for P'rassha to squeeze."

*




One of the servants showed P'rassha upstairs to a room, small but private.

"Dinner is at six," she said. "If you need something, ask."

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 07:59 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 01:49 AM)

Nalion frowned, indicating that he did not really agree with Loranna and Slyvos' actions.
"You performed the ritual then? I have to a admit, it is not a pleasant thought. I've been too absorbed with other things lately. I hope you both will get over it soon, though, Loranna."

The mage shot a questioning glance to Allerleirauh and back to Loranna about the comment that Slyvos had figured out where the problem lay.

"I guess then, that the effort was not in vain." a smile returned to his face. "What's done is done..."
He spoke not of being glad to see her physically unscathed, for he knew that the mental stress could still linger on.

*





Loranna's eyes narrow a little and her lips curl into a small frown, but she nods once, shrugging. "It wasn't a pleasant thought or deed," she concurs. "But, it turned up something and may have helped put another old ghost finally to rest - and it taught us both something we won't ever forget."

"Anyway, Nalion, how have you been recently? I've been shuffling back and forth between here and home, I haven' seen much of you these past few days."


Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 08:10 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 07:59 AM)

Loranna's eyes narrow a little and her lips curl into a small frown, but she nods once, shrugging.  "It wasn't a pleasant thought or deed," she concurs.  "But, it turned up something and may have helped put another old ghost finally to rest - and it taught us both something we won't ever forget."

"Anyway, Nalion, how have you been recently?  I've been shuffling back and forth between here and home, I haven' seen much of you these past few days."

*




"I am fine, Loranna. There are some things that are occupying my mind right now. Among them are our problems here." Nalion answered without giving details.

"It's good to hear that one more ghost is laid to rest. I wonder... No, I will not ask. I hope you both recover, though. Mentally, I mean." Nalions gaze fluttered for a moment, seemingly looking into nothingness, unfocused.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 08:12 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 01:10 AM)

"I am fine, Loranna. There are some things that are occupying my mind right now. Among them are our problems here." Nalion answered without giving details.

"It's good to hear that one more ghost is laid to rest. I wonder... No, I will not ask. I hope you both recover, though. Mentally, I mean." Nalions gaze fluttered for a moment, seemingly looking into nothingness, unfocused.

*




"What do you wonder, Nalion?" Allerleirauh asked softly.

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 08:13 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 02:10 AM)

"I am fine, Loranna. There are some things that are occupying my mind right now. Among them are our problems here." Nalion answered without giving details.

"It's good to hear that one more ghost is laid to rest. I wonder... No, I will not ask. I hope you both recover, though. Mentally, I mean." Nalions gaze fluttered for a moment, seemingly looking into nothingness, unfocused.

*





Loranna tilts her head, her expresison softening to a concerned one. "Thank you dear," she says, watching Nalion stare off into space.

" ... Nalion?" she asks.


Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 08:20 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 08:12 AM)

"What do you wonder, Nalion?"  Allerleirauh asked softly.

*





QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 08:13 AM)

Loranna tilts her head, her expresison softening to a concerned one.  "Thank you dear," she says, watching Nalion stare off into space.

" ... Nalion?" she asks.

*




Nalions gaze focused once more, yet he still seemed somewhat absent. Except on a few occaisons like the encounter with Lirielle's ghost, he usually had his feelings under control - at least outwardly. This seemed not the case anymore.
"I'm fine." he said with a somewhat weak smile.
The mage drew himself up, obviously trying to regain a more mage-like stature.
"I wondered how the ritual went and what Loranna and Slyvos had to live through. And which ghosts they encountered." the natural curiosity of Nalion seemed to blink through for a moment."


Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 08:31 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 02:20 AM)

Nalions gaze focused once more, yet he still seemed somewhat absent. Except on a few occaisons like the encounter with Lirielle's ghost, he usually had his feelings under control - at least outwardly. This seemed not the case anymore.
"I'm fine." he said with a somewhat weak smile.
The mage drew himself up, obviously trying to regain a more mage-like stature.
"I wondered how the ritual went and what Loranna and Slyvos had to live through. And which ghosts they encountered." the natural curiosity of Nalion seemed to blink through for a moment."

*





Loranna feels a bit of worry for Nalion; this behavior wasn't quite like him. However, she raises her eyebrows and mutters dryly "There was blood, skulls, and candles, and other elements that most people think of when they think of necromancers plying their craft. The ghost I spoke of though was a more figurative one - not a departed spirit, but a re-emergance of the old side of Slyvos, back when he was Dagoth and hadn't met any of us. It tried one more time to reassert itself, while Slyvos was vulnerable due to the ritual."

She frowns, but looks thoughtful. "A dark, ugly impulse that has little place in his life now, and so I enjoined Slyvos not to give in. And it ... well, it felt for a brief second like it did at Hogithum, when we struck the Pillar, and then I had a dreamlike vision and heard a lovely voice and cried silver tears to wash Slyvos and myself clean of the grime of the cave, and then it was done. And as terrible as it was for him, I think now Slyvos's old self is finally at rest - or at least he has greater strength now to deal with that darkness within him than before, after what we endured."

She looks at Allie and Nalion, having grown quiet. " ... I spoke with Tris about this already; been wanting to at least mention it to you two as well."


Posted by: Sir Radont May 14 2005, 08:34 AM

OOC: Radont, the male Imperial knight bachelor, mostly just sat around in the last thread, trying to wait patiently for answers and succeeding for the most part.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 08:37 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 01:31 AM)

Loranna feels a bit of worry for Nalion; this behavior wasn't quite like him.  However, she raises her eyebrows and mutters dryly "There was blood, skulls, and candles, and other elements that most people think of when they think of necromancers plying their craft.  The ghost I spoke of though was a more figurative one - not a departed spirit, but a re-emergance of the old side of Slyvos, back when he was Dagoth and hadn't met any of us.  It tried one more time to reassert itself, while Slyvos was vulnerable due to the ritual."

She frowns, but looks thoughtful.  "A dark, ugly impulse that has little place in his life now, and so I enjoined Slyvos not to give in.  And it ... well, it felt for a brief second like it did at Hogithum, when we struck the Pillar, and then I had a dreamlike vision and heard a lovely voice and cried silver tears to wash Slyvos and myself clean of the grime of the cave, and then it was done.  And as terrible as it was for him, I think now Slyvos's old self is finally at rest - or at least he has greater strength now to deal with that darkness within him than before, after what we endured."

She looks at Allie and Nalion, having grown quiet.  " ... I spoke with Tris about this already; been wanting to at least mention it to you two as well."

*




"Moments like that can't really be shared," Allerleirauh said.

"Nalion... Arynel is upstairs. But it's not as easy as whipping out a shard of the sword and becoming Arkay. We didn't just decide to become like the gods, any more than Vehk decided to become like Mephala. He had the Heart; we had the Pillar; and we don't, now."

Posted by: Sir Radont May 14 2005, 08:51 AM

Radont sat in the main hall pondering, he couldn't push the Akaviri blade that Dragon demonstrated out of his mind. He decided to go look for the big Nord to find out where to aquire such a fine piece of weaponry.

Radont wondered into the room with the others but saw that they were in conversation, he decided to loiter out of hearing range until they finished with their business.

Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 08:54 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 08:31 AM)

Loranna feels a bit of worry for Nalion; this behavior wasn't quite like him.  However, she raises her eyebrows and mutters dryly "There was blood, skulls, and candles, and other elements that most people think of when they think of necromancers plying their craft.  The ghost I spoke of though was a more figurative one - not a departed spirit, but a re-emergance of the old side of Slyvos, back when he was Dagoth and hadn't met any of us.  It tried one more time to reassert itself, while Slyvos was vulnerable due to the ritual."

She frowns, but looks thoughtful.  "A dark, ugly impulse that has little place in his life now, and so I enjoined Slyvos not to give in.  And it ... well, it felt for a brief second like it did at Hogithum, when we struck the Pillar, and then I had a dreamlike vision and heard a lovely voice and cried silver tears to wash Slyvos and myself clean of the grime of the cave, and then it was done.  And as terrible as it was for him, I think now Slyvos's old self is finally at rest - or at least he has greater strength now to deal with that darkness within him than before, after what we endured."

She looks at Allie and Nalion, having grown quiet.  " ... I spoke with Tris about this already; been wanting to at least mention it to you two as well."

*




Nalion nodded gravely, his old self slowly returning during Loranna's talk. He had a notion of understanding what went on during the ritual. Loranna seemed to have mantled Dibella.
"I'm glad to hear that Slyvos has laid his past to its final rest, Loranna." he smiled reassuringly.

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 08:37 AM)

"Moments like that can't really be shared,"  Allerleirauh said.

"Nalion... Arynel is upstairs. But it's not as easy as whipping out a shard of the sword and becoming Arkay. We didn't just decide to become like the gods, any more than Vehk decided to become like Mephala. He had the Heart;  we had the Pillar;  and we don't, now."

*




The mage looked relieved. "At least he's here."
Nalion's look grew thoughtful once more. "Yes, the location made things easier for us. The heart, the pillar, the Provisional House. Yet still, the wheel is there. Around us. 'Walk like them until they walk like you.' It's more than just that, though." Nalion's words seemed more a listing of thoughts than cohesive thinking.
"Right now, I feel helpless. Back at Hogithum, I knew where to dig into and find out what to do, but now..."

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 09:01 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 02:54 AM)

Nalion nodded gravely, his old self slowly returning during Loranna's talk. He had a notion of understanding what went on during the ritual. Loranna seemed to have mantled Dibella.
"I'm glad to hear that Slyvos has laid his past to its final rest, Loranna." he smiled reassuringly.

The mage looked relieved. "At least he's here."
Nalion's look grew thoughtful once more. "Yes, the location made things easier for us. The heart, the pillar, the Provisional House. Yet still, the wheel is there. Around us. 'Walk like them until they walk like you.' It's more than just that, though." Nalion's words seemed more a listing of thoughts than cohesive thinking.
"Right now, I feel helpless. Back at Hogithum, I knew where to dig into and find out what to do, but now..."

*





"Thank you Nalion," Loranna says, smiling a bit.

She looks to Allie, her smile turning to a thoughtful frown. "Is there any other way known to tap the Heartbone? I remember reading about the Selective dancing on the tower, though what they did then sounds just a wee bit drastic for our situation."


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 09:06 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 01:54 AM)

Nalion nodded gravely, his old self slowly returning during Loranna's talk. He had a notion of understanding what went on during the ritual. Loranna seemed to have mantled Dibella.
"I'm glad to hear that Slyvos has laid his past to its final rest, Loranna." he smiled reassuringly.

The mage looked relieved. "At least he's here."
Nalion's look grew thoughtful once more. "Yes, the location made things easier for us. The heart, the pillar, the Provisional House. Yet still, the wheel is there. Around us. 'Walk like them until they walk like you.' It's more than just that, though." Nalion's words seemed more a listing of thoughts than cohesive thinking.
"Right now, I feel helpless. Back at Hogithum, I knew where to dig into and find out what to do, but now..."

*





QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 02:01 AM)

"Thank you Nalion," Loranna says, smiling a bit.

She looks to Allie, her smile turning to a thoughtful frown.  "Is there any other way known to tap the Heartbone?  I remember reading about the Selective dancing on the tower, though what they did then sounds just a wee bit drastic for our situation."

*




"Such a young man to have so many looking to him," Allerleirauh said. "The universe has a way of providing what it needs to mend itself. I haven't spoken with Solin yet. He's our theorist, and I have no doubt he's hard at work. And I am not without resources of my own. There is another Solunastra, a truer one than this, adjacent to the Provisional House. Understanding may be easier there. I believe I grasp the nature of the problem; but not how to explain it, nor who can mend it."


Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 09:09 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 03:06 AM)

"Such a young man to have so many looking to him,"  Allerleirauh said. "The universe has a way of providing what it needs to mend itself.  I haven't spoken with Solin yet. He's our theorist, and I have no doubt he's hard at work. And I am not without resources of my own. There is another Solunastra, a truer one than this, adjacent to the Provisional House. Understanding may be easier there. I believe I grasp the nature of the problem;  but not how to explain it, nor who can mend it."

*





"Is there anything we can do to help things at this point that you know of?" Loranna asks Allie.

A truer Solunastra, next to the Provisional House; Loranna wonders what such a place would be like.


Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 09:17 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 09:06 AM)

"Such a young man to have so many looking to him,"  Allerleirauh said. "The universe has a way of providing what it needs to mend itself.  I haven't spoken with Solin yet. He's our theorist, and I have no doubt he's hard at work. And I am not without resources of my own. There is another Solunastra, a truer one than this, adjacent to the Provisional House. Understanding may be easier there. I believe I grasp the nature of the problem;  but not how to explain it, nor who can mend it."

*




Nalion nodded. "Arynel spoke about burdens to me, a long time ago. We place a heavy burden on him now, with our hopes - and with our expectations."
Nalion carefully listened to Allerleirauh.
"A truer Solunastra?" the mage asked with raised interest. "I know, some things are hard to explain, but if you somehow find a way to explain it, let us know, Allerleirauh."

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 09:25 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 02:09 AM)

"Is there anything we can do to help things at this point that you know of?" Loranna asks Allie.

A truer Solunastra, next to the Provisional House; Loranna wonders what such a place would be like.

*





QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 02:17 AM)

Nalion nodded. "Arynel spoke about burdens to me, a long time ago. We place a heavy burden on him now, with our hopes - and with our expectations."
Nalion carefully listened to Allerleirauh.
"A truer Solunastra?" the mage asked with raised interest. "I know, some things are hard to explain, but if you somehow find a way to explain it, let us know, Allerleirauh."

*




"Give Arynel time," Allerleirauh said. "He may well be our best chance for a solution. And the rest of us can explore things as best we can. That's the nature of the world, you know. Pull any thread and everything unravels."

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 09:31 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 03:25 AM)

"Give Arynel time,"  Allerleirauh said. "He may well be our best chance for a solution. And the rest of us can explore things as best we can. That's the nature of the world, you know. Pull any thread and everything unravels."

*





"Sounds like the world is more fragile than you'd want to think," Loranna says, but she nods. "I'll keep my eyes and ears open, let you know if anything catches my attention."

"Oh, have I told the two of you I recieved news of my father yet?" she asks, abruptly changing the subject after a momentary pause.


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 09:32 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 02:31 AM)

"Sounds like the world is more fragile than you'd want to think," Loranna says, but she nods.  "I'll keep my eyes and ears open, let you know if anything catches my attention."

"Oh, have I told the two of you I recieved news of my father yet?" she asks, abruptly changing the subject after a momentary pause.

*




"Tris has told me you want to journey to Solstheim," Allerleirauh said.

Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 09:35 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 09:25 AM)

"Give Arynel time,"  Allerleirauh said. "He may well be our best chance for a solution. And the rest of us can explore things as best we can. That's the nature of the world, you know. Pull any thread and everything unravels."

*




"I will think on the matter, Allerleirauh."


QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 09:31 AM)

"Sounds like the world is more fragile than you'd want to think," Loranna says, but she nods.  "I'll keep my eyes and ears open, let you know if anything catches my attention."

"Oh, have I told the two of you I recieved news of my father yet?" she asks, abruptly changing the subject after a momentary pause.

*




"No, you haven't, Loranna, at least not to me." Nalion answered, a bit surprised about the sudden change of topic, but the brroding mood the conversation was in needed to change. "What is with your father?"

Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 09:43 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 03:35 AM)

"I will think on the matter, Allerleirauh."
"No, you haven't, Loranna, at least not to me." Nalion answered, a bit surprised about the sudden change of topic, but the brroding mood the conversation was in needed to change. "What is with your father?"

*





"He has purportedly been brought back from the Golden Road, by Girai's mentor," Loranna says. "Seems my dad became a hero during the Bue Dawn, fighting on the border of Elyswer. He's been told to meet the Skaal."

She frowns a bit. " ... Of course, if my dad is still anything like his old self, he's already managed to make half a dozen side trips and still refuses to use the guild guides ... but I still intend to go find him."


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 14 2005, 09:45 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 02:43 AM)

"He has purportedly been brought back from the Golden Road, by Girai's mentor," Loranna says.  "Seems my dad became a hero during the Bue Dawn, fighting on the border of Elyswer.  He's been told to meet the Skaal."

She frowns a bit.  " ... Of course, if my dad is still anything like his old self, he's already managed to make half a dozen side trips and still refuses to use the guild guides ... but I still intend to go find him."

*




"You should take help," Allerleirauh said. She frowned. She was picturing Loranna's father... who, though not necessarily insane, was none too stable. What ghosts was he meeting right now?

Posted by: Nalion May 14 2005, 09:55 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 14 2005, 09:43 AM)

"He has purportedly been brought back from the Golden Road, by Girai's mentor," Loranna says.  "Seems my dad became a hero during the Bue Dawn, fighting on the border of Elyswer.  He's been told to meet the Skaal."

She frowns a bit.  " ... Of course, if my dad is still anything like his old self, he's already managed to make half a dozen side trips and still refuses to use the guild guides ... but I still intend to go find him."

*






QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 14 2005, 09:45 AM)

"You should take help,"  Allerleirauh said. She frowned. She was picturing Loranna's father... who, though not necessarily insane, was none too stable. What ghosts was he meeting right now?

*




"It is good to hear that your father found a way back, Loranna. I hope he is as well as he can be. You said he went to Solstheim, to the Skaal? It's quite cold up there. And I heard strange things about this island. In any case, I agree with Allerleirauh, don't go alone. Yes I know I'm not the best suited to give this advice, running off home myself, but still..."
Nalion pursed his lips for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"I fear there are other matters I have to attend to, not just our problem... I fear I won't be able to come, even if I wanted to."

Posted by: Arrogant_Hero May 14 2005, 09:56 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 14 2005, 12:45 AM)

(Smith's Hall, Ald Raathim:)

The old Nord smiled at the scowling orc.

"Don't worry, nothing that'll help you out in combat. Don't need or want help like that, do you?

"I'll tell you this, though, it won't break again, that's for sure. I don't like to do work twice, and I know you won't be gentle with her.

"Should hurt what you swing her at now, too, even if that thing isn't really there, if you know what I mean. Never can be too careful.

"Go on, give it a swing. Get used to the new weight. Tell me what you think."



Ignoring the old Nord, I slowly reach for Luciel on the wall. As I get closer to her, she seems to pulse and quiver in anticipation to be held by me-- almost like one lover being reunited with another, after spending an eternity apart.

I grab Luciel’s leathered hilt, gingerly, like I would a fragile lover. By the God’s, there’s nothing like the feel of a new hilt in your hands. The leather hisses and squeaks at its new owner, while I tightened my grip on Luciel. As I bring her down from the wall, a ray of sunlight catches her newly sharped blade. She catches the light and plays with it, letting it ride her curves, and dance on her reflective skin.

The old girl always was a flirt.

Turning her over in my hands, it feels like a part of me that was missing is finally reattached, like being able to use your hand again after it’s been broken for the longest. I flip Luciel over in my hands, judging her weight and feel.

Time for the real test.

A flex of my biceps sends Luciel into motion, looping around my body, and switching from hand to hand with blinding speed, and grace. Luciel moves in my hands like a graceful dancer would, on a floor bathed, in the spotlight of success. Moving in this fast dance around my body, Luciel whistles a sweet song of reunition, and future blood to be spilt.

I stop the old girl on a dime and let her song slowly fade from the Hall.

“This will do.”

I toss Luciel over my shoulder, as I begin a powerful strut out of the Hall.

There was work to be done.


Posted by: Loranna May 14 2005, 10:02 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 14 2005, 03:55 AM)

"It is good to hear that your father found a way back, Loranna. I hope he is as well as he can be. You said he went to Solstheim, to the Skaal? It's quite cold up there. And I heard strange things about this island. In any case, I agree with Allerleirauh, don't go alone. Yes I know I'm not the best suited to give this advice, running off home myself, but still..."
Nalion pursed his lips for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"I fear there are other matters I have to attend to, not just our problem... I fear I won't be able to come, even if I wanted to."

*





Loranna smiles. "I understand Nalion ... Tris has offered to come, and Slyvos has reasons of his own to visit Solstheim besides helping me out. That should be enough, hopefully."

She glances at Allie and frowns herself. " ... Well, maybe I'll ask around a little more first; still, there's other things afoot right now ..."

"Good luck with your matters, Nalion," Loranna says, looking back to the Breton.


Posted by: Rhedd May 14 2005, 10:02 AM

QUOTE(Arrogant_Hero @ May 14 2005, 01:56 AM)

Ignoring the old Nord, I slowly reach for Luciel on the wall. As I get closer to her, she seems to pulse and quiver in anticipation to be held by me-- almost like one lover being reunited with another, after spending an eternity apart.

I grab Luciel’s leathered hilt, gingerly, like I would a fragile lover. By the God’s, there’s nothing like the feel of a new hilt in your hands. The leather hisses and squeaks at its new owner, while I tightened my grip on Luciel. As I bring her down from the wall, a ray of sunlight catches her newly sharped blade. She catches the light and plays with it, letting it ride her curves, and dance on her reflective skin.

The old girl always was a flirt.

Turning her over in my hands, it feels like a part of me that was missing is finally reattached, like being able to use your hand again after it’s been broken for the longest. I flip Luciel over in my hands, judging her weight and feel.

Time for the real test.

A flex of my biceps sends Luciel into motion, looping around my body, and switching from hand to hand with blinding speed, and grace. Luciel moves in my hands like a graceful dancer would, on a floor bathed, in the spotlight of success. Moving in this fast dance around my body, Luciel whistles a sweet song of reunition, and future blood to be spilt.

I stop the old girl on a dime and let her song slowly fade from the Hall.

“This will do.”

I toss Luciel over my shoulder, as I begin a powerful strut out of the Hall.

There was work to be done.

*





"You're welcome," said Longhammer with a smile.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd received such high praise.

Posted by: Arrogant_Hero May 14 2005, 10:41 AM

Near Daggerfall...

Wind and Little John lay in the shade of a tree, covered in leafs, sleeping. They are awoken by the heavy, thumps of running footsteps, as they get closer to them.

Wind slowly, and groggily, stands up and wipes the leaves off of him, as Little John does the same. Seconds later, a Khajiit barrels out from behind a bush, and collapses to his knees, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Wind shakes his head and walks over to the exhausted Khajiit, reaches into the Khajiit's pocket, and takes a large sack of drakes.

“I win.” The mahogany Bosmer says as he turns and begins to walk off.

Posted by: S'reddit May 15 2005, 12:53 AM

The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock

Elysana stood alone on the balcony from her audience chamber, looking into the litle curved courtyard. Floral scents floated up from the garden, and she breathed them in, but they brought little comfort.

The Queen could see her heir Eadwyre, whom she called Wyre, sharing a laugh with Hannibal Traven. He was a charming man. In fact, as they spoke, it seemed that the archmagister meant to seduce her. She hadn’t slept with a man for political reasons since ascending the throne, and she didn’t intend to start now.

Still, it made for a more pleasant meeting, flirting instead of arguing. And the Archmagister was legitimately concerned with the presence of Necromancy in his Guild. He had agreed to keep the Guilds closed for at least a few more days, pending investigation.

She would have to have Herwyn use her spies within the Guild to find out information, in case this charming Archmagister felt the need to keep anything from her.

The sun was still in the sky, but the nighbirds had begun their song. Soon it would be dark.

The Queen shivered, though the air was warm. She would have the visitor again tonight. She knew it.




Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 06:33 AM

Solunastra, music room
Nalion sat in a comfortable chair in the music room, looking out of the window. The early morning sun shone into the room it's light broken into many rays by the glass. The various instruments were casting long shadows. The mage curiously watched their movements as the sun slowly climbed the skies.
Nalion seemed outwardly calm, yet wore the slightly troubled look he had often shown these past days.


Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 06:37 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 12:33 AM)

Solunastra, music room
Nalion sat in a comfortable chair in the music room, looking out of the window. The early morning sun shone into the room it's light broken into many rays by the glass. The various instruments were casting long shadows. The mage curiously watched their movements as the sun slowly climbed the skies.
Nalion seemed outwardly calm, yet wore the slightly troubled look he had often shown these past days.

*





"Dear you're making me wonder now," Loranna says, entering the music room and finding Nalion. "Your expression is almost as long as the shadows; you sure everything's okay?"


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 06:47 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 06:37 AM)

"Dear you're making me wonder now," Loranna says, entering the music room and finding Nalion.  "Your expression is almost as long as the shadows; you sure everything's okay?"

*




Nalion looked up to to Loranna and a smile crept up and lightened his face.
"Good morning to you, Loranna." he greeted her. "Please sit."
The mage motioned to a chair close to his own.
"Well, not everythings okay as we all know. I'm still troubled about some things and I can't seem to find a way..."
The mage's smile turned sad for a brief moment.
"I thought enjoying the sunrise would change my thoughts a bit, but, well, as to your original question, I am as fine as the situation allows." The mage shook his head lightly.
"You know, there we are, we who have broken the Dragon and mantled the Aedra and still seem helpless now. It's ironic, isn't it?"

Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 06:53 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 12:47 AM)

Nalion looked up to to Loranna and a smile crept up and lightened his face.
"Good morning to you, Loranna." he greeted her. "Please sit."
The mage motioned to a chair close to his own.
"Well, not everythings okay as we all know. I'm still troubled about some things and I can't seem to find a way..."
The mage's smile turned sad for a brief moment.
"I thought enjoying the sunrise would change my thoughts a bit, but, well, as to your original question, I am as fine as the situation allows." The mage shook his head lightly.
"You know, there we are, we who have broken the Dragon and mantled the Aedra and still seem helpless now. It's ironic, isn't it?"

*





"I wouldn't quite say we are helpless yet," Loranna demurs, sitting herself down. "We've determined something about the nature of the problem at least, and Allie seemed to have some further ideas."

" ... Though it does seem like there's little we can really do right this moment," she agrees. "Maybe the problem is not quite ready to be fixed yet ..."

Loranna frowns a little, thinking.


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 07:02 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 06:53 AM)

"I wouldn't quite say we are helpless yet," Loranna demurs, sitting herself down.  "We've determined something about the nature of the problem at least, and Allie seemed to have some further ideas."

" ... Though it does seem like there's little we can really do right this moment," she agrees.  "Maybe the problem is not quite ready to be fixed yet ..."

Loranna frowns a little, thinking.

*




"Maybe I'm a bit oversensitive now, but yes, maybe the problem isn't ready to be fixed right now. It's the waiting that seems to drag on my mind. Back at Hogithum, we all had this time pressure to succeed within a short timespan. There was so much to do and so little time. This now is different."
Nalion smiled weakly.
"What am I saying, though. You're right, Loranna. We have made a step forward, thanks to you and Slyvos, in knowing where the root of the problem lies. Allie seemed to have a plan forming in her mind and I put my hope in Solin and Arynel. I should trust us all a bit more and be more patient. I don't seem to be myself sometimes lately..."

Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 07:09 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 01:02 AM)

"Maybe I'm a bit oversensitive now, but yes, maybe the problem isn't ready to be fixed right now. It's the waiting that seems to drag on my mind. Back at Hogithum, we all had this time pressure to succeed within a short timespan. There was so much to do and so little time. This now is different."
Nalion smiled weakly.
"What am I saying, though. You're right, Loranna. We have made a step forward, thanks to you and Slyvos, in knowing where the root of the problem lies. Allie seemed to have a plan forming in her mind and I put my hope in Solin and Arynel. I should trust us all a bit more and be more patient. I don't seem to be myself sometimes lately..."

*





"There's a time pressure here too; that was somewhat why we went ahead with the ritual," Loranna says. "Nothing else seemed to be working and Magnilde's warning was in my mind. But yes; not having a Daedra Prince planning to rob the world of free will does make things seem a bit more relaxed."

She smiles a little, but her eyes look concerned.

"How do you not seem to be yourself, Nalion?" she asks. "What's weighing on you?"


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 07:22 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 07:09 AM)

"There's a time pressure here too; that was somewhat why we went ahead with the ritual," Loranna says.  "Nothing else seemed to be working and Magnilde's warning was in my mind.  But yes; not having a Daedra Prince planning to rob the world of free will does make things seem a bit more relaxed."

She smiles a little, but her eyes look concerned.

"How do you not seem to be yourself, Nalion?" she asks.  "What's weighing on you?"

*




Nalion sighed and was silent for a moment.
"I don't live up to my own words. 'Share your troubles and they weigh less on you and it will help you find a solution.' I'm not exactly not feeling like myself, but I'm feeling a self that I thought was buried very deep years ago."
Nalion took a deep breath, then looked straight into Loranna's eyes..
"It's Doll, Loranna. I met her in the library some time ago, she saw her own ghosts and screamed terribly. I comforted her and we talked. Since then, things haven't been the same..." Nalions voice trailed off.
"She reminds me of Lirielle, Loranna. Strong, willful, yet vulnerable. She breached through a wall I spent building up for years until I finally decided to go to Llainfair..."

Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 07:34 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 01:22 AM)

Nalion sighed and was silent for a moment.
"I don't live up to my own words. 'Share your troubles and they weigh less on you and it will help you find a solution.' I'm not exactly not feeling like myself, but I'm feeling a self that I thought was buried very deep years ago."
Nalion took a deep breath, then looked straight into Loranna's eyes..
"It's Doll, Loranna. I met her in the library some time ago, she saw her own ghosts and screamed terribly. I comforted her and we talked. Since then, things haven't been the same..." Nalions voice trailed off.
"She reminds me of Lirielle, Loranna. Strong, willful, yet vulnerable. She breached through a wall I spent building up for years until I finally decided to go to Llainfair..."

*





Loranna's eyebrows raise a bit. "I see ..." she says. "Hmm ... I see what you mean."

Loranna feels slightly sheepish, though she hides it; for one born in the season of the Lover, she wasn't always the best at offering advice on love.

"You fancy her, then?" Loranna asks, her tone slightly hesitant.


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 07:46 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 07:34 AM)

Loranna's eyebrows raise a bit.  "I see ..." she says.  "Hmm ... I see what you mean."

Loranna feels slightly sheepish, though she hides it; for one born in the season of the Lover, she wasn't always the best at offering advice on love.

"You fancy her, then?" Loranna asks, her tone slightly hesitant.

*




Nalion nodded.
"Yes, yes I believe I do so." he answered. "That's what struck me. You know, ever since Lirielles death, I built up this wall, to keep her in my heart and to keep other feelings out. This has stopped when I last saw her ghost. There was no need to continue building the wall now, knowing she was finally free, knowing she still loves me. But what I built over all these years still remained. Doll breached through it as if it was paper."
Nalion smiled weakly.

Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 07:58 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 01:46 AM)

Nalion nodded.
"Yes, yes I believe I do so." he answered. "That's what struck me. You know, ever since Lirielles death, I built up this wall, to keep her in my heart and to keep other feelings out. This has stopped when I last saw her ghost. There was no need to continue building the wall now, knowing she was finally free, knowing she still loves me. But what I built over all these years still remained. Doll breached through it as if it was paper."
Nalion smiled weakly.

*





"She has a way of walking through walls like they're not there," Loranna says with a small smile.

" ... Nalion, I'm happy you're finding these old walls are finally coming down," she continues. "Love is a precious thing, and it's heartening to hear you're opening yourself to feel it again."

She pauses, thinking over her next words carefully ...

"It sounds to me like you were as responsible for her breaching the walls as she was; you realized after seeing Lirielle that you no longer needed those walls, after all, and thus stopped reinforcing them."


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 08:17 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 07:58 AM)

"She has a way of walking through walls like they're not there," Loranna says with a small smile.

" ... Nalion, I'm happy you're finding these old walls are finally coming down," she continues.  "Love is a precious thing, and it's heartening to hear you're opening yourself to feel it again."

She pauses, thinking over her next words carefully ...

"It sounds to me like you were as responsible for her breaching the walls as she was; you realized after seeing Lirielle that you no longer needed those walls, after all, and thus stopped reinforcing them."

*




Nalion chuckled.
"Yes, she has." the Breton answered with a smile.
It felt good to talk to Loranna and Nalion thought his heart had lightened somewhat and the expression on his face showed hints of this. The mage did not mention though that he thought there was another wall that had at least taken cracks in the process. He would never talk about it though, knowing how Doll would feel about it.
"I still feel confused, but that's a part of the whole thing, I guess. Doll is so young, yet she has seen so much." he answered. "I should talk to her, the sooner the better."
Nalion grinned at Loranna. "But enough about my feelings now. I shouldn't burden you more. Thank you for listening, Loranna. It's good to have you and good to talk to you. How do you feel today?"

Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 08:23 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 02:17 AM)

Nalion chuckled.
"Yes, she has." the Breton answered with a smile.
It felt good to talk to Loranna and Nalion thought his heart had lightened somewhat and the expression on his face showed hints of this. The mage did not mention though that he thought there was another wall that had at least taken cracks in the process. He would never talk about it though, knowing how Doll would feel about it.
"I still feel confused, but that's a part of the whole thing, I guess. Doll is so young, yet she has seen so much." he answered. "I should talk to her, the sooner the better."
Nalion grinned at Loranna. "But enough about my feelings now. I shouldn't burden you more. Thank you for listening, Loranna. It's good to have you and good to talk to you. How do you feel today?"

*





Loranna smiles. "If we went through our whole lives unconfused Nalion we'd either be gods or else total ignoramuses. Good luck dear, and you're welcome for listening."

"As for me, I'm doing well; just making last preperations for my trip to Solstheim and thinking about things," she says. "Been thinking a fair bit on what Allie said, about us not choosing to be gods, and on what happened back in the mine shaft."


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 08:42 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 08:23 AM)

Loranna smiles.  "If we went through our whole lives unconfused Nalion we'd either be gods or else total ignoramuses.  Good luck dear, and you're welcome for listening."

"As for me, I'm doing well; just making last preperations for my trip to Solstheim and thinking about things," she says.  "Been thinking a fair bit on what Allie said, about us not choosing to be gods, and on what happened back in the mine shaft."

*




Nalion kept his smile, but something in his eyes seemed to indicate focusing. The Breton nodded and Loranna could see himself slowly regaining his more familiar image of a mage.
"Allie is right, we did not really choose to be gods. It's not about just reaching for the power and you have it. I believe you need a reason, a purpose and a need to be a god. This, and knowing how to do it, to follow it right - what Vivec describes as 'Right Reaching' - is what is needed. What we did there was dangerous, not only because of the Eidolon."

"And it seems you had a reason back in the mine, and by your love to Slyvos, well, you know the rest. That's just me and my wild thoughts, though. I wouldn't really trust myself in this..."
Nalion grinned.


Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 08:49 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 02:42 AM)

Nalion kept his smile, but something in his eyes seemed to indicate focusing. The Breton nodded and Loranna could see himself slowly regaining his more familiar image of a mage.
"Allie is right, we did not really choose to be gods. It's not about just reaching for the power and you have it. I believe you need a reason, a purpose and a need to be a god. This, and knowing how to do it, to follow it right - what Vivec describes as 'Right Reaching' - is what is needed. What we did there was dangerous, not only because of the Eidolon."

"And it seems you had a reason back in the mine, and by your love to Slyvos, well, you know the rest. That's just me and my wild thoughts, though. I wouldn't really trust myself in this..."
Nalion grinned.

*





"You've read the story about Arkay, right?" Loranna asks, smiling a little.

" ... I think you have a point, though I also have been talking with others about this," she says. "I think they may be right too - what we did was dangerous but it was no accident that it was us who found themselves in that position, taking on those roles. We're not gods, but we are walking in their footsteps - because to some degree they're ours as well."

" ... But I'm as trustworthy a source in this matter as you are," she adds. "And tomorrow I'll probably have different thoughts altogether."


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 09:00 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 08:49 AM)

"You've read the story about Arkay, right?" Loranna asks, smiling a little.

" ... I think you have a point, though I also have been talking with others about this," she says.  "I think they may be right too - what we did was dangerous but it was no accident that it was us who found themselves in that position, taking on those roles.  We're not gods, but we are walking in their footsteps - because to some degree they're ours as well."

" ... But I'm as trustworthy a source in this matter as you are," she adds.  "And tomorrow I'll probably have different thoughts altogether."

*




"You know, Arkay and the Tribunal have similarities. If you want to believe the story about Arkay and Vivecs teachings, a god of life and death was needed as well as mystery, mastery and mercy were needed. The Tribunal did not mantle Aedra though."
Nalion paused for a moment.
"You're right, we are kind of walking in their footsteps, and sometimes, there is a point when they walk like you, I believe this was the case with you in the mine - well, and with us others back at Hogithum."


Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 09:07 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 03:00 AM)

"You know, Arkay and the Tribunal have similarities. If you want to believe the story about Arkay and Vivecs teachings, a god of life and death was needed as well as mystery, mastery and mercy were needed. The Tribunal did not mantle Aedra though."
Nalion paused for a moment.
"You're right, we are kind of walking in their footsteps, and sometimes, there is a point when they walk like you, I believe this was the case with you in the mine - well, and with us others back at Hogithum."

*





"Well, the Chimer had moved away from the Aedra to become who they were," Loranna says.

" ... Have you felt any different since you mantled Julianos?" Loranna asks. "Or felt any urge to ... you know, learn more about his path?"


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 09:24 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 09:07 AM)

"Well, the Chimer had moved away from the Aedra to become who they were," Loranna says. 

" ... Have you felt any different since you mantled Julianos?" Loranna asks.  "Or felt any urge to ... you know, learn more about his path?"

*




"Well, with my curiosity..." Nalion chuckled. "I've had some thoughts on this, yes."

"What's interesting in Julianos is that he seems to be considered more of a symbol in the first line than an actual 'god'. He's a symbol of learning, of the pursuit of knowledge, wisdom. Well, if you will, learning, study, honing your skills all that can be considered as 'worship' to Julianos in a way. That he's a god is more or less secondary, maybe even to him."

"The temples to him aren't temples in the original sense, like the Dibellan ones, but they are schools and libraries. Places of knowledge and wisdom."

"Julianos can be a dusty god!" the mage laughed. "In earnest, though, I find that some of his treats appeal to me, and may even apply. I always liked reading books, gathering knowledge. I hope I am able to teach someday. You can treasure knowledge, but the true treasure is telling others, to let them have a part of it, to help them grow."

Posted by: Loranna May 15 2005, 09:33 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 15 2005, 03:24 AM)

"Well, with my curiosity..." Nalion chuckled. "I've had some thoughts on this, yes."

"What's interesting in Julianos is that he seems to be considered more of a symbol in the first line than an actual 'god'. He's a symbol of learning, of the pursuit of knowledge, wisdom. Well, if you will, learning, study, honing your skills all that can be considered as 'worship' to Julianos in a way. That he's a god is more or less secondary, maybe even to him."

"The temples to him aren't temples in the original sense, like the Dibellan ones, but they are schools and libraries. Places of knowledge and wisdom."

"Julianos can be a dusty god!" the mage laughed. "In earnest, though, I find that some of his treats appeal to me, and may even apply. I always liked reading books, gathering knowledge. I hope I am able to teach someday. You can treasure knowledge, but the true treasure is telling others, to let them have a part of it, to help them grow."

*





Loranna considers. "I see ... interesting. It is wonderful, helping someone else grow ..."

She thinks of the image of a dusty god and laughs. "Anyway, was there anything else you wanted to talk about dear?" she asks. "It's getting close to breakfast, least for those used to normal hours."


Posted by: Nalion May 15 2005, 09:38 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 15 2005, 09:33 AM)

Loranna considers.  "I see ... interesting.  It is wonderful, helping someone else grow ..."

She thinks of the image of a dusty god and laughs.  "Anyway, was there anything else you wanted to talk about dear?" she asks.  "It's getting close to breakfast, least for those used to normal hours."

*




"I think having breakfast is a very wise idea now, Loranna, shall we?"
The mage looked at her questioningly and rose from his chair.

Posted by: Polycarp May 15 2005, 09:57 PM

Polycarp

Race: Altmer

Class: Ranger/Pilgrim

Weapons, etc.: Huntsman Axe, Mystical spells, Fur clothing, Nordic Silver dagger.

--------------------------------------
IC:
Second Time Around

Fort Moonmoth,
Solstheim


Wind, the driving wind blew cold across Polycarp's face, his free hair whipping about in the swell. Behind him was a divine freedom, an island that could not be tamed by the brave attempt of forced order that sat solidly before him. Silverish armored men stood gallently upon the walls, trying in vain to grapple with a land that was too wild and wonderous to be grasped. Silently Polycarp entered the gate, taking a slow look around.

The blustery wind was blocked out to some degree by the newly repaired stone walls, allowing Polycarp's disheveled brown hair to settle quietly. This was the second time he had been out in the wilderness of Solstheim and returned for supplies. The guard of the Fort stood as vigilant as ever, convinced that their duty out in the middle of no where had some meaning other than to disrupt this last stronghold of glorious times past.

With a bit of discussion, the Altmer Polycarp came inside and found the staircase to the bed that the Imperial garrison had rented out to him for a substantial sum of cash. Dwelling amoung these surroundings was worth it though he thought as he stripped off the fur pelts he wore, made from the skins of wolves who had seemingly died from plague. Disease and strife came even here, but somehow it was changed, different. Somehow as he drifted off to sleep he knew wildness and peace could come together in one glorious place, though as for the moment he knew not how.



Posted by: dentris May 16 2005, 06:52 AM

Solunastra

The big P'Rassha woke up and stretched a bit. The bed was small, yet confortable. At least, it was better than the weeks spent sleeping beneath the the stars and the moons. He knew he probably overslept. It always happens when he doesn't take an afternoon nap.

He dressed up and went downsttair, his nose following the smells of a good breakfast to reach his new friends. Again, his arrival, a bit late, was at the least surprising. He kept the majority of his travelling geat in his room, but yet, his impressive stature and dotted fur was quite eyecatching.

"P'Rassha smelled the food. Do you mind if P'Rassha join?"

Posted by: Loranna May 16 2005, 07:01 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 16 2005, 12:52 AM)

Solunastra

The big P'Rassha woke up and stretched a bit. The bed was small, yet confortable. At least, it was better than the weeks spent sleeping beneath the the stars and the moons. He knew he probably overslept. It always happens when he doesn't take an afternoon nap.

He dressed up and went downsttair, his nose following the smells of a good breakfast to reach his new friends. Again, his arrival, a bit late, was at the least surprising. He kept the majority of his travelling geat in his room, but yet, his impressive stature and dotted fur was quite eyecatching.

"P'Rassha smelled the food. Do you mind if P'Rassha join?"

*





Solunastra - Breakfast

Loranna raises a glass of wine in welcome. "Fair morning P'rassha; help yourself."

She bites into some bread and closes her eyes for a moment in enjoyment; even the bread here in Daggerfall tasted good. If she wasn't careful she'd get spoiled and take most of her meals here, even when staying at home.

"The night was restful for you, yes?" she asks. "Any morning tales to share with us of travel and adventure, to help the digestion?"


Posted by: S'reddit May 16 2005, 07:02 AM

Nowhere

Somewhere


Bosriel beat against her metal coffin door. She was no longer numb.

She might spend an eternity here, but right now, she was not resigned to it. Right now, she was angry.


Posted by: dentris May 16 2005, 07:24 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 16 2005, 12:01 AM)

Solunastra - Breakfast

Loranna raises a glass of wine in welcome.  "Fair morning P'rassha; help yourself."

She bites into some bread and closes her eyes for a moment in enjoyment; even the bread here in Daggerfall tasted good.  If she wasn't careful she'd get spoiled and take most of her meals here, even when staying at home.

"The night was restful for you, yes?" she asks.  "Any morning tales to share with us of travel and adventure, to help the digestion?"

*






P'Rassha sat down and took a glass of milk.

''P'Rassha knows something he could tell. P'Rassha thinks you will like it.''

He ate a loaf of bread with two bites, drank some milk and started his story.

''P'Rassha was taking a boat across the Iliac Bay. In this boat, P'Rassha met two women. One was Dumner Scholar named Indoril Ravi and the other was a beautiful Nordic Battlemage named Bralana. They told P'Rassha about a mysterious item they needed. It was rumored to be beneath a city of High Rock P'rassha forgot the name of.

They were good company, but P'Rassha wanted to hear adventure and conquest, not relic hunting in abandoned sewers. P'Rassha asked if they expected monsters or beasts to protect the item, and they answered the item is, in fact, a monster."

P'Rassha finished is drink of milk and asked for another one.

"According to what P'Rassha heard, an unknown monster once ate a Dunmer priest travelling in High Rock. What the priest was doing there, or how he encountered the beast, P'Rassha doesn't know, but the fact is, just before being eaten, the Dunmer plunge his sword into the beast thick skin, or so the story says. The beast, wounded, hid in the sewers of an abandonned town and live with the flesh of courageous but unlucky adventurers who confront it once in a while.

The two women P'Rassha was talking to were following the footsteps of the Dunmeri women's mentor who went searching for the beast 5 months ago. He never came back. What is the weapon, what is its magic, P'Rassha doesn't know, but it seemed very important to the two women. Now, their fate is unknown to P'Rassha, but P'Rassha hopes they succeeded, or at least they didn't become the monster's annual meal.''

P'Rassha, his story over, finished his breakfast, and the amount of food he engulfed was...surprising. For sure, an eight foot tall cat is eating a lot.

"P'Rassha talked enough. P'Rassha wants to hear stories too. Stories about ghosts and what to do about them."

Posted by: Loranna May 16 2005, 07:41 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 16 2005, 01:24 AM)

P'Rassha sat down and took a glass of milk.

''P'Rassha knows something he could tell. P'Rassha thinks you will like it.''

He ate a loaf of bread with two bites, drank some milk and started his story.

''P'Rassha was taking a boat across the Iliac Bay. In this boat, P'Rassha met two women. One was Dumner Scholar named Indoril Ravi and the other was a beautiful Nordic Battlemage named Bralana. They told P'Rassha about a mysterious item they needed. It was rumored to be beneath a city of High Rock P'rassha forgot the name of.

They were good company, but P'Rassha wanted to hear adventure and conquest, not relic hunting in abandoned sewers. P'Rassha asked if they expected monsters or beasts to protect the item, and they answered the  item is, in fact, a monster."

P'Rassha finished is drink of milk and asked for another one.

"According to what P'Rassha heard, an unknown monster once ate a Dunmer priest travelling in High Rock. What the priest was doing there, or how he encountered the beast, P'Rassha doesn't know, but the fact is, just before being eaten, the Dunmer plunge his sword into the beast thick skin, or so the story says. The beast, wounded, hid in the sewers of an abandonned town and live with the flesh of courageous but unlucky adventurers who confront it  once in a while.

The two women P'Rassha was talking to were following the footsteps of the Dunmeri women's mentor who went searching for the beast 5 months ago. He never came back. What is the weapon, what is its magic, P'Rassha doesn't know, but it seemed very important to the two women. Now, their fate is unknown to P'Rassha, but P'Rassha hopes they succeeded, or at least they didn't become the monster's annual meal.''

P'Rassha, his story over, finished his breakfast, and the amount of food he engulfed was...surprising. For sure, an eight foot tall cat is eating a lot.

"P'Rassha talked enough. P'Rassha wants to hear stories too. Stories about ghosts and what to do about them."

*






Loranna listens, her eyebrows dancing up and down on her forehead as the Khajiit punctuates his story. P'rassha managed to make an otherwise grisely tale sound almost cheerful - though Loranna does note that P'rassha is matching his story's monster's appetite.

"I hope so too; getting eaten is not the most pleasant of experiences, even when the monster is kind enough to swallow you whole," she says, thinking back to Koal Cave. "Who knows; they may even have met the ghost of Ravi's mentor, if this is a recent tale."

"So, you're more a searcher for adventure than treasure, you say?" Loranna asks.

Posted by: dentris May 16 2005, 07:43 AM

"P'Rassha doesn't need treasures, but likes adventures and friends. As long as P'Rassha has the two, P'Rassha is happy."

And right now, P'Rassha seemed quite happy and relaxed.

Posted by: Loranna May 16 2005, 07:49 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 16 2005, 01:43 AM)

"P'Rassha doesn't need treasures, but likes adventures and friends. As long as P'Rassha has the two, P'Rassha is happy."

And right now, P'Rassha seemed quite happy and relaxed.

*





"Then you've come to the right place," Loranna concurs, smiling. "Tell me P'rassha, have you ever been up to Solstheim?"


Posted by: dentris May 16 2005, 07:55 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 16 2005, 12:49 AM)

"Then you've come to the right place," Loranna concurs, smiling.  "Tell me P'rassha, have you ever been up to Solstheim?"

*






"P'Rassha has been to the island once. P'Rassha didn't stay long though. He met a Nord called Gairluf in Vvanderfell who wanted to go there, and P'Rassha knew the khajiit shipmaster who regularly went there. P'Rassha helped a friend, but stayed on the island just long enough to say goodbye the Gairluf.

The Nord owned a boat, but lost it because of his game debts. He needed a ride, P'Rassha found one.''

Posted by: Loranna May 16 2005, 08:01 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 16 2005, 01:55 AM)

"P'Rassha has been to the island once. P'Rassha didn't stay long though. He met a Nord called Gairluf in Vvanderfell who wanted to go there, and P'Rassha knew the khajiit shipmaster who regularly went there. P'Rassha helped a friend, but stayed on the island just long enough to say goodbye the Gairluf.

The Nord owned a boat, but lost it because of his game debts. He needed a ride, P'Rassha found one.''

*





"Ah, I see," Loranna says. "I'll be heading up that way myself shortly, thought I'd ask what your impression of the place was. Other than cold, of course."

She winks.

Posted by: dentris May 16 2005, 08:05 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 16 2005, 01:01 AM)

"Ah, I see," Loranna says.  "I'll be heading up that way myself shortly, thought I'd ask what your impression of the place was.  Other than cold, of course."

She winks.

*





P'Rassha seemed sorry of not being of much help.

''Maybe P'Rassha doesn't know how the island is, but he knows someone who can tell you. P'Rassha's freind Gairluf is probably still there, and if Loranna wants P'Rassha to come along, maybe Gairluf would want to help for anything Loranna has to ask.''

Posted by: Loranna May 16 2005, 08:11 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 16 2005, 02:05 AM)

P'Rassha seemed sorry of not being of much help.

''Maybe P'Rassha doesn't know how the island is, but he knows someone who can tell you. P'Rassha's freind Gairluf is probably still there, and if Loranna wants P'Rassha to come along, maybe Gairluf would want to help for anything Loranna has to ask.''

*





Loranna considers. "That could work," she says. "I'm trying to track down my formerly-crazy father, see; I'm told he's heading up to meet the Skaal. My fiance and a friend of ours will be coming along too; I'll have to introduce you to them before we head out. Got some business to take care of before leaving anyway."


Posted by: dentris May 16 2005, 08:18 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 16 2005, 01:11 AM)

Loranna considers.  "That could work," she says.  "I'm trying to track down my formerly-crazy father, see; I'm told he's heading up to meet the Skaal.  My fiance and a friend of ours will be coming along too; I'll have to introduce you to them before we head out.  Got some business to take care of before leaving anyway."

*





P'Rassha was overjoyed with the news.

''Thank you lady. P'Rassha is very grateful of your trust. P'Rassha, too, has things to do in Daggerfall before leaving. The breakfast was delicious by the way.''

Posted by: Loranna May 16 2005, 08:28 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 16 2005, 02:18 AM)

P'Rassha was overjoyed with the news.

''Thank you lady. P'Rassha is very grateful of your trust. P'Rassha, too, has things to do in Daggerfall before leaving. The breakfast was delicious by the way.''

*





"You're welcome; I'll be in touch," Loranna says, privately vowing to stick an Ogrim in a soul gem in donation to Solunastra's food budget. Thinking of Little John, she hastily amends her plans to make it a Dremora Lord instead.

Excusing herself, Loranna goes about her business; she had a fair bit to do before she could go track down her father.


Posted by: Polycarp May 16 2005, 04:39 PM

Polycarp stood on the battlement (which the Imperial garrison reluctantly gave him access to) staring out over the cold, green land. Silently it called his name, a spirit it seemed pulled at him toward a secret that was patient yet eager to be revealed to him. He shook his head and walked toward the trapdoor that led downstairs, it would have to wait a few days. For now, a fresh beer called.

Posted by: Aki May 17 2005, 12:56 AM

Reichi entered the room where breakfast was being had, still rather lacking in his clothing, other than his pants, which was the only garment besides his rings that wasn't a wreck in that hallway, and his belt, which still held his dagger. He had heard the tail end of the conversation coming into the doorway.

"Huh, left already, ah well, any advice i coulda given woulda been "Treat all bite wounds" or something..." he muttered to himself.

Posted by: dentris May 17 2005, 05:38 AM

P'Rassha stood up in a hurry and ran towards the newcomer. Just before grabbing Reichi, he thought about his size and the intimidating impression he would make by grabbing the dunmer.

He stopped and kindly pushed a chair for him.

"P'Rassha's the name. Are you alright. P'Rassha has some healing potions if you need."

Posted by: Aki May 17 2005, 01:00 PM

"Fine, but had a small run it with a no-so-freidnly ghost," He explained. "Nothing 'cept a small scratch." Reichi indicated the small burn on side of his stomach. "So, new here?" He asked. "Name's Reichi."

Posted by: dentris May 18 2005, 03:46 AM

P'Rassha stared at Reichi's clothing and at his wounds for a while before answering back.

''Are you sure. P'Rassha may help. You don't look very well..."

P'Rassha then realized what the dunmer just said and completly forgot about the wounds and the clothes.

"You fought ghosts. P'Rassha want to know. P'Rassha came here because of ghosts. P'Rassha would like to hear the story."

Posted by: Aki May 18 2005, 03:48 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 17 2005, 09:46 PM)

P'Rassha stared at Reichi's clothing and at his wounds for a while before answering back.

''Are you sure. P'Rassha may help. You don't look very well..."

P'Rassha then realized what the dunmer just said and completly forgot about the wounds and the clothes.

"You fought ghosts. P'Rassha want to know. P'Rassha came here because of ghosts. P'Rassha would like to hear the story."

*




"Nothin' much to it really, some Telvanni prick i killed a while back came back and tried to kill me. He only suceeded in killing my shirt and boots..." Reichi said with a smirk.

Posted by: dentris May 18 2005, 03:56 AM

"How was the fight? P'Rassha never fought ghosts before. P'Rassha destroyed a bonelord once that was summoned by a mage who wanted to get his rev...But that's not the point. Was silver needed to hurt him? How did he reacted. P'Rassha wants everything in detail...Please"

Posted by: Aki May 18 2005, 04:09 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 17 2005, 09:56 PM)

"How was the fight? P'Rassha never fought ghosts before. P'Rassha destroyed a bonelord once that was summoned by a mage who wanted to get his rev...But that's not the point. Was silver needed to hurt him? How did he reacted. P'Rassha wants everything in detail...Please"

*




"To harm a ghost, one only needs a enchanted weapon, or a refined metals, of which isincluded Silver, Ebony, Dwarven metals, Daedric, and others.." Reichi replied. "Or Magick. Or fists, those also seem to affects ghosts. I've had to fist fight with ancestral ghosts before..."

Posted by: Loranna May 19 2005, 12:14 AM

Solstheim

The wild, untamed island, a terrible place as any in Vvardenfell would have told you back before the Blue Dawn made Vvardenfell an even more terrible place; during the days of Azura's campaign the frozen expanses of Solstheim were shunned by even the most zealous Azurite, considered as worthless to even try invading. And so Solstheim continued to suffer only what chaos and strife was resident to its own orders, which was plenty enough with the snow and the beasts and the occasional wild soul that came to the island for whatever reason.

One day, not too long ago, another wild soul came to the island, landing at the Imperial fort as did most visitors to Solstheim. A bear of a Nord, with dull red hair and a full - yet at least somewhat groomed - beard and moustache, clad in Nordic ringmail and wrapped in a bearskin cloak to ward off the cold, an axe and a sword on his hips and a shield of ebony slung over his arm. He breathed the cold, sharp air into his lungs with a grin, and said "Aye; it's been too long since I've been in proper climes. Southern Cyrodiil can have its heat; this is the place for me!"

An Imperial soldier, seeing the new arrival, mutters "Crazy Nord; what I wouldn't give to be in southern Cyrodiil right now ..."

"Lad, two months ago you would have prayed to the Nine Divines to keep you from Southern Cyrodiil," the red-haired Nord chuckled. "Fearsome Khajiit demons in thrall to the Queen of Moonshadow, and their Winged Twilight slaves blotting the sun itself from the sky - fearsome beasts to make men into boys, but beaten back by the strong arms of heroes."

"Like yerself I take it?" the Imperial asks, his tone mocking but his eyes lighting with interest - what news they had heard of the conflict in Vvardenfell itself, let alone the rest of Tamriel, was a bit scarce, and any diversion from staring at the snow and ice was welcome.

"Like myself - Gram Pyrel, called Gram Twilight Slayer and Gram the Wild," the Nord laughed, walking over to clasp the Imperial on the back. "Come lad; show me to the common room and ply me with food and drink and I'll tell you the tales of fearsome blue-eyed battle cats and giant man-jaguars with claws as sharp as any Daedra's axe, of brave men standing against a tide of darkness borne on beating blue-tinted wings and heralded by shrieking notes of doom. - But come now boy; my foot needs some rest and my throat needs some mead."

And if that story wasn't enough to earn him some food and drink, Gram thought to himself with a mental wink, then there were other tales he could tell - tales of his journey to Solstheim, of bandits and barmaids, and lost treasures found and even a few ghost stories to chill the blood. Though one of those stories he wouldn't tell; it wasn't finished yet anyway from what he had been told.

Posted by: Tri May 19 2005, 05:28 AM

The pale-skinned young mer clutched the doll close to him as he continued to wander. Someday, he swore, he would find its owner.

Someday.

On Vvardenfell he moved northwest, to Khuul, and then Solstheim.

It was cold there.

Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 01:59 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 17 2005, 09:09 PM)

"To harm a ghost, one only needs a enchanted weapon, or a refined metals, of which isincluded Silver, Ebony, Dwarven metals, Daedric, and others.." Reichi replied. "Or Magick. Or fists, those also seem to affects ghosts. I've had to fist fight with ancestral ghosts before..."

*





P'Rassha streched his hand to shake the Dunmer's, but at the sight if his own, gigantic and clawed hand, he hesitated and took it back, fearful about its new friend's reaction.

"Thank you for this. P'Rassha really wants to speak to you again, but P'Rassha has things to do. Silver you said? Fists too? Then if I met my friend's ghost, I will be prepared. I'll be back in a few hours."

Without any other words, he departed he left Solunastra with but his armor, his bracers and his Nordic Axe.

Outside the building, P'Rassha went down the streets. He didn't knew the city, but he knew where he was going. After a long walk, and many bystander's stares, he finally managed to reach a small and desert house. It took him about an hour, and left with what he came for. A delicate pendant with a small yet carefully crafted ruby encrusted in it.

"P'Rassha will protect you, Violetta, don't worry. P'Rassha is here. Don't cry anymore."

And with a single tear, came back to Solunastra, the pendant around his muscular neck.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 02:06 AM

Daggerfall

Loranna, her things packed, sits and writes in her journal, her mind heavy with thoughts of her recent conversation with her lover Slyvos. To think of what he had gone through in his first life, and what he had done ...

She writes How can I hope to ever totally fulfill my promise? How can Slyvos hope to totally atone for the harm he did, especially to his own family, in his dark days? All I know now is to live and laugh and love, and do what I can where I can ...

She closes her journal with a scowl; she'd have to work through her thoughts later. Right now, it was time to get going.

Tris, she wasn't worried about; he could be at Solstheim in the time it took for her to blink if he wanted. She left a note for him saying they had depated and to catch up when he had the chance. Slyvos had packed with her; all that remained was to make sure P'rassha was ready ...

"Come dear," Loranna says to Slyvos, shouldering her pack and adjusting her armor once more. "Let's go."


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 20 2005, 02:08 AM

Slyvos took his little pack of items, and nodded.

'yes, time to meet our companion...'

Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 02:09 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 19 2005, 07:59 PM)

And with a single tear, came back to Solunastra, the pendant around his muscular neck.

*




Reichi was where he was when P'rassha was when he left him. However, this time he was in a chair, leaning back in it, his feet on the table. He glanced at the Khajiit, then the pendant. "Nice pendant there," he said. Unfortunatly, as he said it, he leaned too far back, and the chair fell over, taking Reichi with it. "Woops..."

Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 02:09 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 19 2005, 07:06 PM)

Daggerfall

Loranna, her things packed, sits and writes in her journal, her mind heavy with thoughts of her recent conversation with her lover Slyvos.  To think of what he had gone through in his first life, and what he had done ...

She writes How can I hope to ever totally fulfill my promise?  How can Slyvos hope to totally atone for the harm he did, especially to his own family, in his dark days?  All I know now is to live and laugh and love, and do what I can where I can ...

She closes her journal with a scowl; she'd have to work through her thoughts later.  Right now, it was time to get going.

Tris, she wasn't worried about; he could be at Solstheim in the time it took for her to blink if he wanted.  She left a note for him saying they had depated and to catch up when he had the chance.  Slyvos had packed with her; all that remained was to make sure P'rassha was ready ...

"Come dear," Loranna says to Slyvos, shouldering her pack and adjusting her armor once more.  "Let's go."

*





P'Rassha things were already prepared. Just before entering the room that was given to him, he noticed Loranna. His first reaction was to put his hand over his pendant, as if he was protecting it, but soon realized it wasn't a threat and put his hand back in its place.

"P'Rassha is ready."


Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 02:12 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 19 2005, 07:09 PM)

Reichi was where he was when P'rassha was when he left him. However, this time he was in a chair, leaning back in it, his feet on the table. He glanced at the Khajiit, then the pendant. "Nice pendant there," he said. Unfortunatly,  as he said it, he leaned too far back, and the chair fell over, taking Reichi with it. "Woops..."

*






P'Rassha leaped like a tiger around the room and grabbed the chair just before it felt on the floor, and put it back in its place, along with Reichi. Everything occured in a flash.

"Thank you. P'Rassha is happy you like it."

It appears the Cathay-raht didn't bother about its own impressive speed.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 02:15 AM

Loranna simply raises her eyebrows. "That's good dear; Reichi, you're looking a little too relaxed there, if I may say so."

She chuckles a bit at the werewolf's awesome display of dexterity's lack.

"Mind if we steal P'rassha away from you for a little romp in Solstheim?" she asks Reichi, wondering what was up with P'rassha's new pendant.


Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 02:18 AM

"Move fast for a big guy," Reichi commented. "So what breed of Khajiit are you? I can't remeber the name exactly, but i remeber one breed that would fit you. Catay something..or something," he continued. "Different from the ones i saw in Morrowind, anyways. They were smaller, and less muscular."


QUOTE

Loranna simply raises her eyebrows. "That's good dear; Reichi, you're looking a little too relaxed there, if I may say so."

She chuckles a bit at the werewolf's awesome display of dexterity's lack.

"Mind if we steal P'rassha away from you for a little romp in Solstheim?" she asks Reichi, wondering what was up with P'rassha's new pendant.



"Solstheim?" Reichi said, remebering something. "Mind if i go?" he asked. "Haven't seen snow since we were in Skyrim, and a lot of that was red. Or melted by fireballs, and other destructive stuff."

Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 02:23 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 19 2005, 07:18 PM)

"Move fast for a big guy," Reichi commented. "So what breed of Khajiit are you? I can't remeber the name exactly, but i remeber one breed that would fit you. Catay something..or something," he continued. "Different from the ones i saw in Morrowind, anyways. They were smaller, and less muscular."



"P'Rassha is a Cathay-raht. Those in Morrowind are mainly Suthay-raht. P'Rassha knows they are more suited for slavery, dumner says. Remind P'Rassha to tell the story about the dunmer slaver who once tried to put chains around P'Rassha arms..."

Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 20 2005, 02:24 AM

Slyvos chuckled a bit.

'I'm guessing he had trouble walking for a few days...'

Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 02:27 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 19 2005, 08:24 PM)

Slyvos chuckled a bit.

'I'm guessing he had trouble walking for a few days...'

*




"I'm more guessing he ended up lacking arms..." Reichi said with a grin. "I wouldn't even say Suthay-raht are good for slavery, they're nimble,and agile, not very strongly-built, really.."

Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 02:29 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 19 2005, 07:24 PM)

Slyvos chuckled a bit.

'I'm guessing he had trouble walking for a few days...'

*





P'Rassha didn't respond, but his eyes changed a little bit. He seemed like smiling.


QUOTE(Aki @ May 19 2005, 07:27 PM)

"I'm more guessing he ended up lacking arms..." Reichi said with a grin. "I wouldn't even say Suthay-raht are good for slavery, they're nimble,and agile, not very strongly-built, really.."

*





"P'Rassha knows nobody is good for slavery. Slaves shouldn't exist, but when Dunmers come and kidnap Khajjit, they prefer Suthay-raht because they can't break their bonds."


Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 02:36 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 19 2005, 08:18 PM)

"Move fast for a big guy," Reichi commented. "So what breed of Khajiit are you? I can't remeber the name exactly, but i remeber one breed that would fit you. Catay something..or something," he continued. "Different from the ones i saw in Morrowind, anyways. They were smaller, and less muscular."
"Solstheim?" Reichi said, remebering something. "Mind if i go?" he asked. "Haven't seen snow since we were in Skyrim, and a lot of that was red. Or melted by fireballs, and other destructive stuff."

*





"Yeah; I brought enough red snow to last us all a lifetime," Loranna says, grimacing a little. "You're welcome to come Reichi; I've some amulets for marking and recalling so we can bounce back from Solstheim to home as needed."


QUOTE(dentris @ May 19 2005, 08:23 PM)

"P'Rassha is a Cathay-raht. Those in Morrowind are mainly Suthay-raht. P'Rassha knows they are more suited for slavery, dumner says. Remind P'Rassha to tell the story about the dunmer's slaver who once tried to put chains around P'Rassha arms..."

*





"Enough talk about trying to enslave Khajiit," Loranna says, giving Slyvos a sidelong glance and a very small smile. "Grab whatever you need and we'll be off."

There was no Mage Guild as of yet in Solstheim, and may not be one for quite some time; getting to the island was still most easily done by boat. Loranna had at first planned on using her flying potions to take her and Slyvos from Caldera to the island but in light of the others coming along decided to stick to more mundane forms of travel, for now - she had no real idea how P'rassha would handle flying through the air at speeds to make the fastest horse green with envy.

There was a boat from the small town of Khuul, Loranna knew, one of the few places on Vvardenfell to survive the Blue Dawn relatively intact - like Solstheim, no one had much reason to go there. Getting to Khuul was a matter of a few Mage Guild hops, and then an overland trek from the recently-reclaimed Mage Guild in Balmora. The city was still eerily dead compared to what Loranna knew of Balmora from the Parade, but at least the Odai no longer ran red from blood.

The trek to Khuul took little time, comparitively; between the four of them, they had enough stories to pass the time. By late afternoon, they were boarding a boat to head to their destination.




Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 02:44 AM

Solstheim

The travel from Khuul to the frozen island was quite enjoyable. P'Rassha and his Suthay-raht friend sailing the ship spent most of the travel telling tales and legends from the sand lands of Elsweyr and sharing memories of a time long past.

It was morning when the four adventurers arrived at sight of Solstheim. The rockish coast, scarcely covered by snow partly blinded the travellers. When they were about to reach the land, the blinding light left, replaced by the impressive sight of Fort Frostmoth. It was build like any other Imperial Fort, but the walls seemed thicker and the towers higher. The snow sheet covering the rocks added to the impression of grandeur the Fort left. It was a stronghold of civilization in a world of trees and snow.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 03:00 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 19 2005, 08:44 PM)

Solstheim

The travel from Khuul to the frozen island was quite enjoyable. P'Rassha and his Suthay-raht friend sailing the ship spent most of the travel telling tales and legends from the sand lands of Elsweyr and sharing memories of a time long past.

It was morning when the four adventurers arrived at sight of Solstheim. The rockish coast, scarcely covered by snow partly blinded the travellers. When they were about to reach the land, the blinding light left, replaced by the impressive sight of Fort Frostmoth. It was build like any other Imperial Fort, but the walls seemed thicker and the towers higher. The snow sheet covering the rocks added to the impression of grandeur the Fort left. It was a stronghold of civilization in a world of trees and snow.

*





Loranna, now clad in a wolfpelt cloak and warm mittens and boots, her skin turned from its normal ashen hue to a more Nordic pink and her tearstreaks temporarily hidden, looks upon Fort Frostmoth, quietly enjoying the cold. "Hmm, I missed weather like this ..."

The Dunmer and two Khajiit - especially the towering P'rassha - draw more than a few stares from the soldiers, as does Loranna, though for somewhat different reasons.

"Welcome to Solstheim, jewel of absolutely nowhere," says the Argonain Basks-in-the-Sun. "If you want to leave, I'd be happy to take you back to Vvardenfell. "

"We just got here," Loranna points out.

"You don't want to be here," the Argonian counters. "No one wants to be here, not even the warmbloods who can wear boots. All I ever asked for was a pair of boots ..."

"Um, right," Loranna says. "Do you know if a Nord passed this way recently? Tall, red hair and beard, walks with a slight limp ..."

The Argonian shrugs. "The soldiers probably know," he says.


Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 03:11 AM

Reichi, who had managed to grab himself a new suit of armor, this time Nordic fur usually used by Nords on Vvardenfell. It was more for warmth than protection. The Bear and Wolf fur armors on this island were superb compared to this, or even netch or chitin armor. Considering the materiels used, it was rather odd. He planned on nabbing a suit at the earliest possible chance.

Reichi shrugged, noticing the Argonian's discomfort. Too bad they didn't have a mages' guild up here, he probablly coulda had a self-warming item enchanted. Using a low power fire spell targeted to one's self. Very low power.


Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 03:18 AM

P'Rassha turned towards his Khajjit friend and hug him goodbye. With a last khajjiti farewell, he embarked and slowly left the island.

"Be careful S'Virr, say goodbye to M'Nirra for P'Rassha."

P'Rassha put a heavy cloak around his shoulder and hoped his fur would do the rest.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 20 2005, 03:20 AM

Slyvos warmed himself with his magic, wearing a robe and, reluctantly, underwear (he finds it uncomfortable).

'I haven't been here in a while... hope no one has been messing around in my old tower...


Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 03:28 AM

Leaving the disgruntled Argonian, Loranna heads to the fort, hailing one of the soldiers.

"Excuse me," she says, to an almost handsome if glum-looking Imperial with short-cropped black hair and a bent nose, "we're looking for a Nord who was supposed to have been through this way recently. Big man, red hair and beard, had a ..."

"I know who you're talking about," the soldier says, glowering. "He's not here now. Left a few days ago."

"Oh," Loranna says. "Do you know then the ..."

"Excuse me, I must attend to my duties," the soldier says abruptly, turning on his heel and heading away, leaving Loranna to scowl and mutter under her breath.

Posted by: Sir Radont May 20 2005, 03:30 AM

Solunastra

Radont walked from his upstairs room to the main hall and found it empty. After questioning a few servants he found that Loranna and a few others had travelled to Solstheim. He didn't have any business to take care of there although he could stop by the fort and see how things were going. An image of frost and snow entered his mind and he decided to make a trip to Cyrodiil instead, not to visit his ancestral tomb, but to catch up with old friends and check on his houses there.

The Imperial Knight looked around briefly for some paper, he found some parchment on a desk and picked it up. Turning it over he saw that is was blank. Radont picked up a feather and dipped it in the quill.

He left the scribbled note on the main table in the hall where they had eaten on their first night in Solunastra.

Allerleirauh,

Thank you for the hospitality you have shown me and my ghost, I am heading to Cyrodiil, my home province, to visit with old friends and catch up on the latest happenings. I will return here when I am finished to check on the state of the ghost problem and to render any assitance needed.

-Radont


Radont left and headed to the stables, he bought a horse and rode east towards Cyrodiil.

Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 03:32 AM

Solstheim

P'Rassha witnessed the rudness with which the imperial treated his friend and almost forgot he was in an Imperial fort... A little more and he would have grabbed the feeble imperial with one hand. Fortunatly, he was able to restrain his impulsivity.

Instead, he approached Loranna and whispered: "P'Rassha thinks they do not like strangers. Maybe we'll be more lucky at the imperial shrine. Inside, where it is a little bit warmer."



Posted by: Arynel May 20 2005, 03:49 AM



Arynel sat in solemn complacency next to a silver barked tree, which reached up overhead and sprouted forth golden leaves, and fruit that shined like so many diamonds. Though the Breton was seated on a patch of grass, water flowed from the roots of the tree like a spring welling up out of the ground.

Arynel had retreated to the true Solunastra a scarce two days ago, and there he had sat and pondered all things he had to ponder and all the things he had learned and all the things he had yet to imagine.

Now the Breton stood up and looked out into the middle world.


Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 03:49 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 19 2005, 09:32 PM)

Solstheim

P'Rassha witnessed the rudness with which the imperial treated his friend and almost forgot he was in an Imperial fort... A little more and he would have grabbed the feeble imperial with one hand. Fortunatly, he was able to restrain his impulsivity.

Instead, he approached Loranna and whispered: "P'Rassha thinks they do not like strangers. Maybe we'll be more lucky at the imperial shrine. Inside, where it is a little bit warmer."

*





Loranna says "Either that or my father got on their bad side ... sure; let's go see what the local priest can tell us. Hopefully he's a bit more polite."


Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 20 2005, 03:58 AM

Issa Yojimbo, not used to the bitter cold of Solstheim, was wrapped up in Snow Bear armor over his black skirts. A red scarf trailed long behind his neck as the wind blew.

He looked out from the coast. He saw the faint edge of Vvardenfell.

He could not believe that it was devestated.

We would not believe that his mother and sister were killed.



Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 04:04 AM

Fort Frostmoth, inside

Led by Loranna, the strange party entered the Imperial Shrine tower. P'Rassha, with his height, didn't go unnoticed, but it appeared no imperials wanted to argue with him. As long as the newcomers where calm, there was no reason to talk to the Khajiit and those he was escorting.

Inside, the light and warmth of the fireplace was appeasing. A few soldiers were wandering in the corridors, either working on blades and armors, or carrying goods from the port. One of them seemed quite battered. He had partially healed wounds in his face and quite a distrustful look towards the newcomers. Just at the left, lied a small room and a well known Imperial Shrine. Just beside it stood a quite elegant redguard, wearing a simple robe and a welcoming smile. As the strange quatuor approached and took a couple of step forward and greeted them.

"My name is Jeleen, I am taking care of Frostmoth shrine. What can I do for you travellers?"

Loranna explained she was looking for a Nord who, she thought, passed by a few days ago. The redguard didn't think for much long before he answered.

"Oh yes I remember him. He went, 4 or 5 days ago and asked for shelter. I gladly gave him, but he also wanted something to drink. The other soldiers asked for stories of the main continent in exchange. He was wuite a good storyteller I must say. He went a little bit too much on the details though. I don't remember exactly what the story was about, but if I recall correctly, he even said that during a skirmish against Khajjits, he single handlely defeated an enemy about the size of your friend there."

He pointed towards the Cathay-rath.

"One of the soldiers, Marius, didn't believe him and asked for a proof. The Nord you are searching said he had nothing to prove and received a fist as a reply from Marius. Marius is strong, but the Nord didn't budge. He even knocked the soldier down with a single punch. Fortunatly, things didn't went out of hands. Marius was blamed for hitting the Nord first, and the latter left the day after. He was looking for the Skaal he said."

He spent one last second thinking and added:

"That's all I remember, hope I was useful to you, and if you want anything else, just ask."

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 04:13 AM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 19 2005, 10:04 PM)

Fort Frostmoth, inside

Led by Loranna, the strange party entered the Imperial Shrine tower. P'Rassha, with his height, didn't go unnoticed, but it appeared no imperials wanted to argue with him. As long as the newcomers where calm, there was no reason to talk to the Khajiit and those he was escorting.

Inside, the light and warmth of the fireplace was appeasing. A few soldiers were wandering in the corridors, either working on blades and armors, or carrying goods from the port. One of them seemed quite battered. He had partially healed wounds in his face and quite a distrustful look towards the newcomers. Just at the left, lied a small room and a well known Imperial Shrine. Just beside it stood a quite elegant redguard, wearing a simple robe and a welcoming smile. As the strange quatuor approached and took a couple of step forward and greeted them.

"My name is Jeleen, I am taking care of Frostmoth shrine. What can I do for you travellers?"

Loranna explained she was looking for a Nord who, she thought, passed by a few days ago. The redguard didn't think for much long before he answered.

"Oh yes I remember him. He went, 4 or 5 days ago and asked for shelter. I gladly gave him, but he also wanted something to drink. The other soldiers asked for stories of the main continent in exchange. He was wuite a good storyteller I must say. He went a little bit too much on the details though. I don't remember exactly what the story was about, but if I recall correctly, he even said that during a skirmish against Khajjits, he single handlely defeated an enemy about the size of your friend there."

He pointed towards the Cathay-rath.

"One of the soldiers, Marius, didn't believe him and asked for a proof. The Nord you are searching said he had nothing to prove and received a fist as a reply from Marius. Marius is strong, but the Nord didn't budge. He even knocked the soldier down with a single punch. Fortunatly, things didn't went out of hands. Marius was blamed for hitting the Nord first, and the latter left the day after. He was looking for the Skaal he said."

He spent one last second thinking and added:

"That's all I remember, hope I was useful to you, and if you want anything else, just ask."

*





Loranna listens to the Redguard's story with a mixture of dismay and mild surprise; from her childhood recolections, her father usually was on the losing end of tavern brawls, and rarely took out anyone, let alone with one punch. It lent some credence to the idea that her father had become a new man.

On the other hand ... he was still getting into tavern brawls, which lent credence to the idea that he wasn't all that different from how she remembered, his newfound skill at pugilism notwithstanding. And she found it odd that her father would say he had nothing to prove ...

I shouldn't go so much by what I knew before ... Loranna tells herself. ... Still, Dad ... same old Dad, can't get a drink anywhere without either a punch or two thrown or a busty barmaid in your lap ...

"Thank you; you were most helpful," Loranna says to Jaleen, smiling. "If you could tell us the way to the Skaal, that would be helpful as well."




Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 04:19 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 19 2005, 09:13 PM)

Loranna listens to the Redguard's story with a mixture of dismay and mild surprise; from her childhood recolections, her father usually was on the losing end of tavern brawls, and rarely took out anyone, let alone with one punch.  It lent some credence to the idea that her father had become a new man.

On the other hand ... he was still getting into tavern brawls, which lent credence to the idea that he wasn't all that different from how she remembered, his newfound skill at pugilism notwithstanding.  And she found it odd that her father would say he had nothing to prove ...

I shouldn't go so much by what I knew before ... Loranna tells herself.  ... Still, Dad ... same old Dad, can't get a drink anywhere without either a punch or two thrown or a busty barmaid in your lap ...

"Thank you; you were most helpful," Loranna says to Jaleen, smiling.  "If you could tell us the way to the Skaal, that would be helpful as well."

*





The Priest added

"With pleasure my lady. First of all, take some provisions, food and drink in case you get lost into a snowstorm. Then head northeast until you reach a river. Follow the river up North until you reach Fjalding Lake. Then head north and you should find the Skaal village. I recommend you to leave now, if you want to reach the village before it's way to dark to continue."

Posted by: Shardie May 20 2005, 05:57 AM

Guantlet of Heroes, the Hall of Mirrors
as it has been a while, this is where we left off


QUOTE

Before Maranda, forming in the mirror was a centaur that was once the Imperial, Issac. Armed with the Spear of Bitter Mercy, and clad in Daedric Armour, this fiend, it seemed, lived in the mirror, and the only place that it could be slain was whilst he was attacking… Issac started to charge, and he left the mirror and charged at Maranda at a frightening pace. Maranda only just dodged this attack, as Issac made his way safely back into a mirror on the other side. This one, Maranda thought, would be difficult. She cast Degrade Armour into her sword, and conjured a Dremora to act as bait, a bait that Issac took, charging at the Dremora, who was quite surprised to find himself at that place. Issacs spear flayed the skin of the Dremora, but not before Maranda struck his chestpiece with her sword, and blasted a fireball into his chest. Issac, in pain yelled out, flailing his hoofs wildly, as Maranda cast Shock on her sword, and struck his unarmoured back leg. Issac charged to the nearest mirror, to rest, as Maranda sheathed her sword, and summoned fourth a Daedric Longbow, firing an arrow which shattered the glass, but it did not slay Issac, who moved to another mirror.

At this point, Maranda got a good idea…



After what seemed like a week, Maranda fired another arrow into another mirror, and that one broke. Maranda repeated this, but as she destroyed one mirror, another appeared. This was not going to work, as Issac prepared for another charge. His hoofs pawed the ground, as he charged out of the mirror once more at a tremendous speed. Maranda dodged this, and got another idea. THe enchantment binding her bow to this world ran out, so she summoned another, and waited for another charge. Once again, he charged, once again Maranda rolled out of the way. But this time it was different. She turned, and fired her arrow at the mirror that he was heading for. Issac tried to stop, but it was too late. Blam! right into the wall he fell, and unconsious he became. Maranda smiled, as she chugged a potion, as Meridia warped her to the next room...

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 06:33 AM

A Couple of Days Ago

Despite the slight limp in his leg, Gram made good time on his trek; he was used to long walks and marches, having lived a life on the road since he left his home village as a tender lad of seventeen years. It was the only way to see the world, of course; skipping from Mage Guild to Mage Guild was for people who didn't want to explore the world around them - that and you never could trust a mage who never left the confines of his small teleportation chamber.

The trek was not uneventful; several times Gram had to unhook his axe and hoist up his shield and show the beasts of Solstheim that he was not their prey. Some provided decent sport - the Rieklings, riding their bristlebacked boars and trying to impale him on their wicked lances. They were, like him, immune to the rigors of cold and thus his axe, Frostkiss, was but an ebony blade to their skin, rather than the chill winds of Skyrim in their veins, but that was neither here nor there; the blade head of the axe lopped off limbs and the hammer head of the axe caved in skulls just the same.

It was a good land to be in, and he could see himself searching for adventure in Solstheim for quite some time. But for right now, he had a promise to keep to a friend and comrade in arms who was no longer with them. And so gradually did the village of the Skaal come into view, and he could see good solid Nord men and women moving about.

He hailed the people who came to see who the red-haired stranger was. "Greetings and well-met; I, Gram Pyrel, do come bearing news from your companion Theogar to pass on to your shaman. Let me speak with him."

Though the Skaal were not given to just welcoming random strangers into their bosoms out of the blue, Gram produced letters written in Theogar's hand, and presently he was approached by an older Skaal.

"I am Korst Wind-Eye," he said by way of introduction. "Come with me, Twilight Slayer; there is much I would ask of you."

===

Present Time - Solstheim

Following Jeleen's directions, the party made its way to the Skaal village, Loranna thoughtful for the journey.

... Just what will I say once I see him again anyway? she wonders, as they travel, trying to beat the encroaching dusk.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 06:48 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 19 2005, 11:33 PM)

Present Time - Solstheim

Following Janeen's directions, the party made its way to the Skaal village, Loranna thoughtful for the journey.

... Just what will I say once I see him again anyway? she wonders, as they travel, trying to beat the encroaching dusk.

*




Doll's petite figure was swatched in white fur, the laces of her white fluffy hood pulled tight under her chin. She was bright-eyed, fascinated by the passing landscape, full of questions. Why did Nords live in places like this? Why did wolves attack, even though they knew they would all be killed? And what strange magic had formed the goblin-like Reiklings from the Falmer, if indeed that was the case?

She laid a hand on Loranna's arm and smiled.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 06:53 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 12:48 AM)

Doll's petite figure was swatched in white fur, the laces of her white fluffy hood pulled tight under her chin. She was bright-eyed, fascinated by the passing landscape, full of questions. Why did Nords live in places like this?  Why did wolves attack, even though they knew they would all be killed?  And what strange magic had formed the goblin-like Reiklings from the Falmer, if indeed that was the case?

She laid a hand on Loranna's arm and smiled.

*





Loranna smiles back. "Truthfully, dear? I'm not sure; maybe by now we're just so used to the cold that we find the snow and ice lovely. Or love snowball fights too much. As for wolves ... again, I don't know; perhaps it's just their nature, or they feel they have nothing to lose. And that last one I certainly don't know, but I'd love to find out; maybe the Skaal know."

She looks at the path ahead and asks "And how have things been with you, dear? Anything new?"


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 06:56 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 19 2005, 11:53 PM)

Loranna smiles back.  "Truthfully, dear?  I'm not sure; maybe by now we're just so used to the cold that we find the snow and ice lovely.  Or love snowball fights too much.  As for wolves ... again, I don't know; perhaps it's just their nature, or they feel they have nothing to lose.  And that last one I certainly don't know, but I'd love to find out; maybe the Skaal know."

She looks at the path ahead and asks "And how have things been with you, dear?  Anything new?"

*




"I'm well," Doll said serenely. And she did look well; her cheeks were glowing with the cold. "Why is your father here, do you know?"

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 07:03 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 12:56 AM)

"I'm well,"  Doll said serenely. And she did look well;  her cheeks were glowing with the cold. "Why is your father here, do you know?"

*





"The man who wrote to me said he had asked my father to meet the Skaal shaman, learn his wisdom," Loranna tells Doll. "He urged me to do the same, actually; he sounded like he felt is was important."

" ... I never really saw my father as the type to seek out shamans to learn from them, but here he is," she continues. "Who knows? But if my father's anything like his old self he's probably going to end up wandering off on some adventure along the way."

The party comes across the few remains of the Rieklings that tried to skewer Gram days ago; Loranna frowns a bit, staring at a Riekling arm that had been lying in the snow for days.

"Or, like it used to do more often than not, adventure will find him," she says, her frown turning to a tiny laugh. "Grisley ..."

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 07:09 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 12:03 AM)

"The man who wrote to me said he had asked my father to meet the Skaal shaman, learn his wisdom," Loranna tells Doll.  "He urged me to do the same, actually; he sounded like he felt is was important."

" ... I never really saw my father as the type to seek out shamans to learn from them, but here he is," she continues.  "Who knows?  But if my father's anything like his old self he's probably going to end up wandering off on some adventure along the way."

The party comes across the few remains of the Rieklings that tried to skewer Gram days ago; Loranna frowns a bit, staring at a Riekling arm that had been lying in the snow for days.

"Or, like it used to do more often than not, adventure will find him," she says, her frown turning to a tiny laugh.  "Grisley ..."

*




"Every creature in this land has a death wish," Doll said, with a tiny giggle. "How much farther now? I wonder if they have a nice fire there."

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 07:14 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 01:09 AM)

"Every creature in this land has a death wish,"  Doll said, with a tiny giggle. "How much farther now?  I wonder if they have a nice fire there."

*





"I'd expect them to; even we Nords need a good fire now and again," Loranna says, as the party picks their way through the battleground.

"As for how far ... well, we've been following the river as directed; soon as we find the lake it's north of there. Not sure just how far north though, but Jeleen seemed to think we could make it before dark."

Loranna looks back at her other companions, and gives Slyvos a small, sympthetic smile. "I remember my last trip through Skyrim; I actually shivered, thinking I was suspectible to cold..." she says, her voice drifting off. "Oh well; I was stupid then, and a crybaby."


Posted by: Nalion May 20 2005, 07:40 AM

Nalion felt cold and was reminded of his trip with the company in Skyrim. Well, not only the cold, but the trees, heavily laden with snow, the icicles hanging from large stones and the chilling wind freezing his bones. This was Solstheim, though. In some ways, more dangerous than Skyrim.
"I wish I had a sleigh and a dozen dogs to pull it. And a warm fire." he thought.

The mage was present as the party said farewell at Solunastra and headed for Solstheim. He was more surprised though in seeing Doll with the party and felt the urge to come along on the spot. Despite him wanting to join instantly, his mind managed to tell him it would be no good to run off unprepared and hinder the party. Instead, he recalled to Ald Raathim to gather clothes more fit for an adventure in snow and ice and then traveled to Khuul by the fastest way possible. Unfortunately he missed the ship the party took to Fort Frostmoth and thus had to wait for the next one.

Finally arriving at Frostmoth, quick inquiries told him where his friends had been going and he set off after them.


The mage was hovering some inches over the snow and watched the traces of a traveling group leading north along the Iggnir River. A white wolf ran just some yards past him, oblivious of Nalion's shimmering figure nearby. The Breton began to move soundlessly along the tracks, hoping to catch up.

Several hours later, the mage perceived a small, but very familiar group a way in front of him.

"You surely have a good pace, Loranna!" he called and dropped the chameleon spell he had worn during the trip over the icey plains. He was clad in garments he used to wear on Skyrim, too, grey-white thick cloth, inlaid with fur. His eyes scanned the group, briefly, then looked for Doll.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 07:42 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 20 2005, 12:40 AM)

Nalion felt cold and was reminded of his trip with the company in Skyrim. Well, not only the cold, but the trees, heavily laden with snow,  the icicles hanging from large stones and the chilling wind freezing his bones. This was Solstheim, though. In some ways, more dangerous than Skyrim.
"I wish I had a sleigh and a dozen dogs to pull it. And a warm fire." he thought.

The mage was present as the party said farewell at Solunastra and headed for Solstheim. He was more surprised though in seeing Doll with the party and felt the urge to come along on the spot. Despite him wanting to join instantly, his mind managed to tell him it would be no good to run off unprepared and hinder the party. Instead, he recalled to Ald Raathim to gather clothes more fit for an adventure in snow and ice and then traveled to Khuul by the fastest way possible. Unfortunately he missed the ship the party took to Fort Frostmoth and thus had to wait for the next one.

Finally arriving at Frostmoth, quick inquiries told him where his friends had been going and he set off after them.
The mage was hovering some inches over the snow and watched the traces of a traveling group leading north along the Iggnir River. A white wolf ran just some yards past him, oblivious of Nalion's shimmering figure nearby. The Breton began to move soundlessly along the tracks, hoping to catch up.

Several hours later, the mage perceived a small, but very familiar group a way in front of him.

"You surely have a good pace, Loranna!" he called and dropped the chameleon spell he had worn during the trip over the icey plains. He was clad in garments he used to wear on Skyrim, too, grey-white thick cloth, inlaid with fur. His eyes scanned the group, briefly, then looked for Doll.

*




Doll smiled widely at the sight of Nalion, then quickly closed her mouth.

"My teeth are cold," she said.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 07:47 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 01:42 AM)

Doll smiled widely at the sight of Nalion, then quickly closed her mouth.

"My teeth are cold,"  she said.

*





"Teeth can get cold?" Loranna asks, staring at Nalion with a surprised grin.

"Nalion! I see I am fated to always be surrounded by friends no matter where I go," she says, laughing. "What in blazes are you doing out here? Never mind that; I see the lake just ahead and the village is but north of here. Come, let's make haste ere the night falls."

Loranna does take a short minute, though, to admire the beauty of the lake. "It's a lovely scene, is it not? I wonder if it's safe to swim in ... ooh, look! What is that beast?"

She points to the flippered horker that lies on the shore, lounging as if it owned the whole island.


Posted by: Nalion May 20 2005, 07:52 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 07:42 AM)

Doll smiled widely at the sight of Nalion, then quickly closed her mouth.

"My teeth are cold,"  she said.

*




Nalion beamed at the sight of Doll and moved close to her.
"You need a warmup, Doll?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her and looked into her almond shaped eyes, only barely hearing Loranna's comment about the beauty of Lake Fjalding. The only thing that mattered right now was the beauty in front of him.
"I missed you." he formed with his lips.


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 07:59 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 20 2005, 12:52 AM)

Nalion beamed at the sight of Doll and moved close to her.
"You need a warmup, Doll?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her and looked into her almond shaped eyes, only barely hearing Loranna's comment about the beauty of Lake Fjalding. The only thing that mattered right now was the beauty in front of him.
"I missed you." he formed with his lips.

*




Doll allowed herself to be embraced; her expression was unreadable. After a moment, she said, "I am glad you came with us after all."

She turned her head to smile at Loranna, without moving from Nalion's arms. "Not very lovely, are they? They seem to be the only creature here that doesn't attack on sight!"

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 08:06 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 01:59 AM)

Doll allowed herself to be embraced;  her expression was unreadable. After a moment, she said, "I am glad you came with us after all."

She turned her head to smile at Loranna, without moving from Nalion's arms. "Not very lovely, are they? They seem to be the only creature here that doesn't attack on sight!"

*





"Don't give him ideas," Loranna says, grinning; the horker ignored the party with noble sufferance, secure it ins place in the world.

Nalion and Doll were pretty together, though she didn't say that aloud right now. "Let's get moving."

The Skaal village was indeed but a short distance from the lake; the party draws many bemused and suspicious looks from the Skaal, not being used to groups of Khajiit, Dunmer, Bretons, and almond-eyed girls showing up on their front lawn but a scarce hour before nightfall. However, one young warrior comes forward, looking over the party with a serious expression.

He turns to Loranna after a moment. "You are Loranna, daughter of Gram?"

"I am," Loranna says. "Is my father here?"

The Skaal shakes his head. " No, but our shaman has been expecting you; I am Heljid, I bid you welcome to our village ... so long as you come with peaceful intent."

He mutters under his breath "A lot of people to bring to look for one's father ..." Others are looking at the party curiously now.

Posted by: Arynel May 20 2005, 08:14 AM

Arynel came unto a man who was seated in the back of a tavern, of whom it was said when he laid down a bet he’d go home with thrice that or better. He sat behind a little table on top of which rested three shells, and onlookers would come by in ones and twos and he’d place a little shiny trinket beneath a shell, then would slide the shells around, mixing them up and would let the mark have a guess at which shell held the shiny treasure. One by one they’d happen by, and watch him twirl the shells before their watchful eyes, and one by one they’d guess and find naught but the table beneath.

So Arynel approached and asked, “Who then are you, and what compels you to do as you do?”

And the man looked up and answered, “I am but a worker, a common man that, and I play a small trick to make my pocketbook fat, tell me, Breton, what would it take, to entice you to try your luck at my game?”

“I put little trust in luck,” Arynel said, “Preferring instead the use of my head, but very well then, proceed with your trick, and I will attempt to best your slanted rhetoric.”

“Very good then, I’m glad you agree,” Said the man, who lifted a shell and placed under a small, shiny trinket, “Pick right and I pay you as many gold as you’re willing to wager.”

“I’ll put forth this; it’s all that I have.” Arynel said, putting down a small handful of coins. “Now do what you will and let me observe the depth of your skillfulness.”

The man smiled and said not a word, but began to mix the three shells, shuffling their positions on the table. Arynel observed the movements closely, he did not take his eyes of the shells, save for a moment to blink.

“There we are, laid out in a row,” the man said, indicating with an outstretched hand, “Find the trinket and you win, but it's never happend before.”

Arynel reached forth, out towards the center shell, the man did nothing, showed no signs of his tell, the Breton moved his attention to the left and then the right, then palm up turned his hand, and pulled his fingers open.

“The trinket is here, I have found it,” he said, and sure enough in the Breton’s palm did it lay.

“How can that be?” The man asked through perplexed complexion, “I say ‘tis unfair, you tricked me you rascal!”

“A trick for a trickster, a commoner fooled by a not quite so common, slight-of-hand-move.” Arynel said, dropping to the trinket to the table. “Don’t worry, though, I won’t take any winnings, only stop the charade, there is far too much trickery.”

The Breton turned, then, and left the tavern.

Posted by: Nalion May 20 2005, 08:16 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 08:06 AM)

"Don't give him ideas," Loranna says, grinning; the horker ignored the party with noble sufferance, secure it ins place in the world.

Nalion and Doll were pretty together, though she didn't say that aloud right now.  "Let's get moving."

The Skaal village was indeed but a short distance from the lake; the party draws many bemused and suspicious looks from the Skaal, not being used to groups of Khajiit, Dunmer, Bretons, and almond-eyed girls showing up on their front lawn but a scarce hour before nightfall.  However, one young warrior comes forward, looking over the party with a serious expression.

He turns to Loranna after a moment.  "You are Loranna, daughter of Gram?"

"I am," Loranna says.  "Is my father here?"

The Skaal shakes his head.  " No, but our shaman has been expecting you; I am Heljid, I bid you welcome to our village ... so long as you come with peaceful intent."

He mutters under his breath "A lot of people to bring to look for one's father ..."  Others are looking at the party curiously now.

*





Nalion gave Heljid a friendly nod.
"We come with peaceful intent, rest assured."
He nodded in the directions of his companions. "This group of friends is usually hard to separate, good friend. For various reasons."

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 08:48 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 20 2005, 02:16 AM)

Nalion gave Heljid a friendly nod.
"We come with peaceful intent, rest assured."
He nodded in the directions of his companions. "This group of friends is usually hard to separate, good friend. For various reasons."

*





"I see," Heldij says, frowning thoughtfully. "A pity you did not come a day or so earlier then ..."

"What?" Loranna asks, but Heljid replies "Follow me; Korst Wind-Eye has bid us to bring you to him when you arrived." Looking the party over he adds " ... And your friends as well ..."

He leads the party to the Shaman's hut, people continuing to stare at the newcomers with curious, somewhat suspicious glances.

"Forgive us for our brusqueness," Heljid says, "but many unnatural occurances have been plaguing our village of late, and my people are uneasy. The dead do not rest in their graves these days."

"We know; it's happening elsewhere as well," Loranna says, causing Heljid to raise his eyebrows, but he mutters "The Shaman will want to know ..."

Korst Wind-Eye was somewhat younger-looking than Loranna expected, his hair still having streaks of color and his face still bearing the vigor of middle age; he looks upon the group of adventurers and nods slowly. "Welcome; I am Korst Wind-Eye, and you are those who seek Gram, called Ghost Slayer."

"Greetings," Loranna says, making the introductions. " ... Ghost Slayer you say?"

Krost nods. "Yes; but come inside, the doorway is no place to talk ..."

===

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 08:50 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 01:48 AM)

"I see," Heldij says, frowning thoughtfully.  "A pity you did not come a day or so earlier then ..."

"What?" Loranna asks, but Heljid replies "Follow me; Korst Wind-Eye has bid us to bring you to him when you arrived."  Looking the party over he adds " ... And your friends as well ..."

He leads the party to the Shaman's hut, people continuing to stare at the newcomers with curious, somewhat suspicious glances.

"Forgive us for our brusqueness," Heljid says, "but many unnatural occurances have been plaguing our village of late, and my people are uneasy.  The dead do not rest in their graves these days."

"We know; it's happening elsewhere as well," Loranna says, causing Heljid to raise his eyebrows, but he mutters "The Shaman will want to know ..."

Korst Wind-Eye was somewhat younger-looking than Loranna expected, his hair still having streaks of color and his face still bearing the vigor of middle age; he looks upon the group of adventurers and nods slowly.  "Welcome; I am Korst Wind-Eye, and you are those who seek Gram, called Ghost Slayer."

"Greetings," Loranna says, making the introductions.  " ... Ghost Slayer you say?"

Krost nods.  "Yes; but come inside, the doorway is no place to talk ..."

===

*




Doll glanced at Loranna, but made no comment as they followed him inside.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 09:08 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 02:50 AM)

Doll glanced at Loranna, but made no comment as they followed him inside.

*





Loranna returns the look, but likewise keeps silent for now, as everyone enters and makes themselves comfortable.

Krost sits himself and begins his tale. "Your father arrived a couple days ago, bearing news of one of our own who had left our village long ago. Sorrowfully I learned that our brother Theogar was no longer among us, and that he died far away from home, but he chose to go out into the wolrd and he served the All Maker faithfully, striving to spread knowledge of Oneness. Your father spoke of great battles with Daedra and their servants, of fearsome blue-eyed warriors who sought to cover the world in eternal twilight, and spoke fondly of my brother Skaal, and by Theogar's hand did I know Theogar wished me to speak of Oneness to your father, and the gifts of the All-Maker, and this did I undertake to do."

He smiles a little. "Your father ... he is steeped in the ways of his homeland, and despite being near my own age often felt like a young boy chafing at the words of his elders. But he sat and listened for he had given his word to Theogar, and that was good, but we were interupted by a fearful laugh from outside and the screams of our villagers, and both we flew to see what brought such cries."

"And there stood one who rested not in his grave as he should; a leering corpse with his skull split down to his missing nose and wearing moldering clothes and rusted armor. The ghost mocked your father, calling him coward and liar, and saying he had come to finish what he began with his leg years ago, before your father used a coward's trick to fell him, and beside me I could feel your father quiver with anger at being so mocked, though he showed little surprise."

"Your father raised his axe but the fiend laughed agani, asking if he was going to hide behind magic weapons, and your father threw down his axe and his shield and drew his silver broadsword and said he was not afraid to face the monster with but his own strength and that he would send him back to Oblivion like he did seven years ago, to lie with the thieves and the cutthroats, and the ghost sneered and drew a sword and dagger that glinted evilly in the waning light and the battle was joined."

Krost pauses a moment, noting Loranna's expression. "You think your father foolish for his actions, I see ... well, the two fought with savage strength, the ghost with unnatural fury and your father with the ferocity of a bear, each quick on their feet. Their blades flashed and for a while neither gained nor lost ground, then chance let the fiend's dagger slice your father's arm and he cried out, his knees buckling, and the ghost laughed and said his poison would make this an easy kill, and he lunged forward."

"But your father only feigned weakness, for as the ghost drew close he was back to his feet and moving like the wind, and with a single swipe he lopped the head from the neck, and the body did fall to the ground, fading as if it had never been. And your father grinned fiercely and held up his sword and the village gave a great cheer for his victory over the unnatural."

Loranna asks " ... Wjhere is he then? Where did he go?"

Krost pauses a moment. " ... There is a powerful and ancient evil deep in the forest, a mighty lich who has been here for as long as any can remember. Our histories tell of mighty heroes who tried to fell it, without success, and we feel it to be behind the restless dead that have been plaguing us recently. One of our younger warriors mentioned the lich and his tower, and your father got a gleam in his eye and promised to fell this monster or die trying."

He sighs. "I did try to warn him of the danger ..." he says to the stunned Loranna.


Posted by: Nalion May 20 2005, 09:20 AM

Nalion raised his eyebrow, especially when the Korst told about the lich in its tower. He could not help but shoot a questioning glance at Slyvos and Loranna.
"I really hope that he abandoned his tower properly and sealed it so that no one could venture in." Nalion thought. They would need to inquire how Slyvos had left his tower, but not in front of Korst. Him knowing that the one who had been a lich for so long would sit peacefully in front of him would certainly not further the peaceful attitude the Skaal had shown so far to them.
His gaze rested a moment on Doll, then Nalion turned to Loranna.
"We should try and find this tower then. Liches are enemies who are not to be underestimated."

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 09:26 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 20 2005, 02:20 AM)

Nalion raised his eyebrow, especially when the Korst told about the lich in its tower. He could not help but shoot a questioning glance at Slyvos and Loranna.
"I really hope that he abandoned his tower properly and sealed it so that no one could venture in." Nalion thought. They would need to inquire how Slyvos had left his tower, but not in front of Korst. Him knowing that the one who had been a lich for so long would sit peacefully in front of him would certainly not further the peaceful attitude the Skaal had shown so far to them.
His gaze rested a moment on Doll, then Nalion turned to Loranna.
"We should try and find this tower then. Liches are enemies who are not to be underestimated."

*




Doll also looked thoughtful, although she was too disciplined to turn her gaze on Slyvos.

"Don't worry, this lich won't trouble you any more," she said. "But you should be careful; the restless spirits can be dangerous."


Posted by: Sir Radont May 20 2005, 09:29 AM

Somewhere in Cyrodiil

Radont breathed deeply, some people called him strange for saying the air was different here, but HE could tell. He had ridden non-stop to just outside his estate left to him by his wealthy parents. Upon entering the iron gate he was greeted by servants that had not seen him in many years.

He said his hello's and walked quickly down the stone path to the large manor. Opening the double doors the Knight was greeted by the head servant, an Imperial by the name of Dragis.

"Master Radont you've returned!" he said excitedly.

"Just stopping by to see how things were, any theives been bothering you?" Radont Inquired.

"No, not that I know of, everything is accounted for."

"Good, that's what I like to hear. Listen Dragis, I wondered if you could do something for me." Radont said, lowering his voice.

"Certainly, sir, I am here to serve." The chipper Imperial replied.

"I've just come from a place in Daggerfall called Solunastra, there is an orphanage attatched to it and I would like to send money as quickly as possible."

The servant thought for a moment then replied, "The fastest way would be your official courier, shall I fetch him?"

"No, just give him this map, letter, and 100,000 gold pieces, I'd like to keep it anonymous." Radont said, as he handed over a letter and map with directions to Solunastra.

"There is just one problem with that sir, this letter has your official family seal on it, it won't be anonymous." Radont's family seal was a large ornate 'D'.

"The person you'll be delivering it to, and indeed the group I travel with, don't know me as Radont Dattias. They only know me as Radont, Imperial Knight"

"Very good sir, the courier will arrive at Solunastra very soon."

"Thanks Dragis, any news from the Legion?" Radont asked.

"Ah, yes. The Imperial Dragon requests an audience with you as soon as you can manage."

"I'd better be on my way then, thanks Dragis." Radont exited his large manor and rode to the Imperial City.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 09:34 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 03:26 AM)

Doll also looked thoughtful, although she was too disciplined to turn her gaze on Slyvos.

"Don't worry, this lich won't trouble you any more,"  she said. "But you should be careful;  the restless spirits can be dangerous."

*





Krost raises his eyebrows. " ... How do you come to say this?" he asks. "The undead monster ..."

"That lich was struck down on Hogithum," Loranna says, her eyes closing briefly. "His power was taken from him and he was destroyed; you look upon those who helped slay it, good elder."

Krost was a Shaman, and even when utterly surprised he still looked dignified. Still, the look in his eye was one to remember. "Then your father ventures to an empty tower ..."

"Few liches leave their towers without traps and defenses," Loranna says grimly. "The lich threatens you no more, but the tower still holds dangers to any who venture within ..."

"I imagine he will be disappointed," Krost says, shaking his head. " ... I see in your eyes that you mean to rush to him now; I will tell you the way to the tower, though I caution you, nighttime can be dangerous to those unaccumstomed to Solstheim. Hounds of Hircine still wander and there are other beasts to beware as well; tread carefully on your path to your father, young Loranna, and return to us when you are done. Theogar wished me to speak to you as well."

Krost sighs, looking older than before.


Posted by: Sir Radont May 20 2005, 09:42 AM

The courier arrived in Daggerfall and rapped on the door to Solunastra.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 09:42 AM

Behind Doll's serious and enigmatic expression, she was thinking that it was a pity Tris wasn't here; the two of them could have had a private laugh later at 'young Loranna.'

"We should go then," she said. "Before anything bad happens."

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 09:46 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 03:42 AM)

Behind Doll's serious and enigmatic expression, she was thinking that it was a pity Tris wasn't here;  the two of them could have had a private laugh later at 'young Loranna.'

"We should go then,"  she said. "Before anything bad happens."

*





"Before would be a neat trick," Loranna mutters, rising and bowing to Krost. "Again, thank you; we will return soon ..."

Krost watches the party go, a frown lining his face; Gram's daughter kept strange company, to say the least ...

Once outside the outskirts of the village, Loranna begins to laugh. "I don't believe this ..." she sighs, shaking her head. "All my childhood, it'd take him ages to get anywhere; now I'm trying to catch up with him and suddenly he's always a step ahead ..."

Those who know her can probably tell there's more on her mind than just that.


Posted by: Shardie May 20 2005, 09:47 AM

The Hall of Strings

Maranda found herself in a golden room. The walls were gold, the floor was gold, the lighting was gold. From the roof, beyond view, hung a multitude of strings, each of which long enough to come to two metres from the ground. Maranda heard cheering, yet as it died down, the voice started again, And what an amazing battle that last one was! Now, on to our next battle. Hailing from the lovely Summerset Islands, it is the High Elf, Elverere!

As this was said, a strange, woodlike puppet representing a High Elf slid down the strings, and began to dance. A strange battle, she thought to herself, as she drew her sword and slashed through the puppet easily. Another fell a short distance away, and another on the other side...

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 20 2005, 09:47 AM

QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 20 2005, 02:42 AM)

The courier arrived in Daggerfall and rapped on the door to Solunastra.

*




The door was answered by one of the servants, who sent the courier around to the East Wing, where the orphanage was. The headmistress, who ran the school, received him.

Posted by: Sir Radont May 20 2005, 09:49 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 20 2005, 03:47 AM)

The door was answered by one of the servants, who sent the courier around to the East Wing, where the orphanage was. The headmistress, who ran the school, received him.

*





The courier handed the large bag of gold and the letter with the large 'D' on it to the headmistress, bowed and departed.

Posted by: Nalion May 20 2005, 09:53 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 09:46 AM)

"Before would be a neat trick," Loranna mutters, rising and bowing to Krost.  "Again, thank you; we will return soon ..."

Krost watches the party go, a frown lining his face; Gram's daughter kept strange company, to say the least ...

Once outside the outskirts of the village, Loranna begins to laugh.  "I don't believe this ..." she sighs, shaking her head.  "All my childhood, it'd take him ages to get anywhere; now I'm trying to catch up with him and suddenly he's always a step ahead ..."

Those who know her can probably tell there's more on her mind than just that.

*




"You're worried about him, are you, Loranna?" Nalion asked. "We should hurry. Your father seems to have a determined nature, he surely won't be held back by some doors blocking the way."
The mage spoke with a light voice, yet underlined with worry at the same time by the expression of his eyes.

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 09:55 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 20 2005, 03:53 AM)

"You're worried about him, are you, Loranna?" Nalion asked. "We should hurry. Your father seems to have a determined nature, he surely won't be held back by some doors blocking the way."
The mage spoke with a light voice, yet underlined with worry at the same time by the expression of his eyes.

*





"Not just that; I've some idea what sort of traps are waiting there," Loranna says. "And my father was never all that great at sneaking past danger ..."

She pauses. " ... Well, maybe he's better than I know; still, let's move."


Posted by: Sir Radont May 20 2005, 01:53 PM

Radont left his horse outside the Imperial City and gave it reassuring words, "Stay here, I won't be long... I hope." He said as he stroked the white horse's mane. The young Knight made his way through the busy city and into the castle. Once inside he was ecorted into a small office. Behind the wooden desk was an aged Imperial, he stood when Radont entered and moved around the table to greet the Knight.

"Well met, Radont." He said, his piercing eyes were warm and kind, Radont wasn't in trouble.

The Imperial Knight relaxed, "Well met, sir" he said, saluting.

"It seems you've had some recent activity in Balmora, a run in with some vampires?"

Radont nodded once, "Yes sir, I was helping to clear the city."

The Knight of the Imperial Dragon smiled slightly, his face wrinkled. "You are too humble, Knight. Word has reached my ears that you took on four vampires. Is that Correct?"

"It is, sir." Was Radont's reply.

"With no magic to aid you?" The commanding officer's eyebrows raised.

"A healing potion after the fight was all I used, sir."

"Kneel, Knight Bachelor."

Radont took a knee.

The Imperial unsheathed his sword and touched it to Radont's shoulders.

"I now dub you Radont, Knight Protector of the Imperial Legion. Rise and recieve your armor."

Radont stood and took the Knight Templar Greaves and boots. It completed his Knight Templar armor, he would be able to wear it with pride.

"Thank you, sir. Do you have any new orders for me?" Radont asked out of habit.

"Continue journeying with the group you assisted in Balmora, if I have more orders I will relay them to you. Congratulations, Knight Protector."

Radont saluted and exited. He immediately returned to his manor to gather the rest of his Knight Templar armor. Donning it now was an honor, a mark of accomplishment. He rode west, back towards Solunastra with his shoulders square and his head held high.

Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 03:01 PM

Reichi had in the short time between leaving Korst's hut, and the village, managed to get some of the Wolf armor of the Skaal from their armorsmith. He kept pace with the party, Dagger of Senses drawn.
It was nearly night, the time when people like him who didn't have a ring like his turned into beasts. Reichi knew the Werewolves inherent to this island well, not in the sense having made friends with them, but rather knowing how they acted.

Even as humans, they were bloodthirsty, mad, and wore nothing. Many were Cyrodiils and Nords. Reichi believed the cause for their madness was their curse. Not everyone could handle turning into a monster, it was a fairly tramatic expeirance. For the Nords who likely had been Skaal, it was doubely worse, turning into a beast they loathed. Luckily, they were rare, so the chances of the party seeing one was low. Very low.

Usually one didn't see them unless looking for them. And no sane man went looking for such things at night.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 20 2005, 09:46 PM

Slyvos turned to Loranna, and sighed.

'for millenia my shadow fell over this place... the way I left the tower, your father will be dead within a few hours of entering...'

Posted by: Arynel May 20 2005, 09:49 PM

Arynel then came to a man who was in charge of many others, who were criminals, and whom he would declare guilt or innocence, and deliver repercussions as per verdict given. To those who were found innocent, his complexion would be merciful and he would send them on their way, and give them a bag of coins for their troubles if they were in need of it, but to those who were found guilty, his semblance would become as stone and sulfur, and he would lift his arm which was brazen and gleamed like polished metal and he would declare unto them to offer up gold or life in payment for their deeds.

So Arynel came to this man, who turned and inquired of him, “By what charge do you come to me? Tell me so that I may delineate guilt or innocence.”

“I have no charge to my name,” Arynel said to him, “I am with no mark of crime though am in all methods criminal.”

“How can this be?” The man inquired, “None come here save those suspected and charged, be gone with you if you have no place before me.”

“Though I have committed no crime my movements are in all ways criminal, as I have thusly stated.” Arynel said, “My very presence is that of a convict let loose, but see, you find no charge by which to shackle me, and you see also that I am free from the law.”

“Nonsense,” the man said, “no man is above the law, if you have committed a transgression, so will your transgressions mount up against you, and I, with power invested by higher authority, will weigh your transgressions and of them name rightful verdict.”

“Can one whom steals a light from a man who is blind be charged with thievery?” Arynel asked. “Indeed, is it the utility of the object in question which is the measurement of its value, or is value yielded from the illusion of ownership, for can a light belong to one man alone, or can others nearby see with it also?”

“Bah, but that is foolishness,” the man said with agitated expression, “I have no interest in hypothetical thieveries, for your point is mute seeing that a blind man would never carry a light, for it is not needed, and only extra weight.”

“Ah, but I say to you, there are many blind, and they all carry lights, which are so many things unneeded,” Arynel said, “and I, like a thief, steal them away, and the blind go on and do not notice these things are missing, for in truth they never knew them before they were found absent.”

“And what do you mean by this?” The man asked.

“Simply that I am criminal though can be charged with no crime,” Arynel answered, “And that the power which you yield, which is to say the law, is to me not but an ancient house that has long gone into disrepair, and I sleep now in a new abode.”

The man was speechless, and the Breton left him.


Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 10:09 PM

Solstheim

AS the sun faded into horizon, P'rassha grabbed a few broken branches and talked:

"P'Rassha thinks we should stay for the night. P'Rassha is probably the only one who sees in the dark, and with beasts roaming around here, P'Rassha thinks its better to light a fire. What do you think?"

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 10:18 PM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 20 2005, 03:46 PM)

Slyvos turned to Loranna, and sighed.

'for millenia my shadow fell over this place... the way I left the tower, your father will be dead within a few hours of entering...'

*





Loranna's eyes narrow and her lips set in a firm line. "No offense love, but I'll take that tower apart stone by stone if I have to to keep that from happening ..."

===

Earlier ...

Normally, the prospect of adventure would set the fire in Gram's veins and make the whole world seem sharper, more real; he had spent nearly the entire time in southern Cyrodiil feeling more alive than he had all his life, vigorous and unstoppable. Today, however, his mind was weighted with thoughts of his recent duel with the cutthroat who had given him his limp, and of other ghosts that had come to him.

The split-skull blackguard was the second ghost come for him, and by the words of the first not the last one he should expect. Three specters from his past had the barmaid's spirit foretold he would face, three and possibly more, her delicate features set in a mix of sorrow and pining.

Gram frowned, thinking back to his first ghostly meeting; he had been surprised and somewhat alarmed when the specter called him by name, digging furiously through his memories to attach a name to the face and finding none. It didn't matter, the ghost had said; she had never had the chance to tell him her name, but thanks to him she had finally realized her then boyfriend was a snarling ogre of a man and she had gotten up and left him - and she had gram to thank for this, and so she came back to tell him and to warn him.

Gram scowled, thinking of the meeting; he had helped the girl by being her boyfriend's punching bag for ten minutes straight. It was not the sort of adventure he preferred to remember; there had been enough of such victories to fill this and two other lifetimes as it was.

The howling of wolves brought Gram out of his ponderings, and a refreshing bit of excersice lifted his spirits. His axe and shield warmed up for the battle ahead, he approached the tower, a sinister enough looking ediface of stone jutting out of the ground like a fetid finger, the faint stench of death in the air, though not as strong as one might think for a the domain of a lich as powerful as this one was said to be. It must be the crisp winds driving the stench out.

Carefully, for though fearless he was not a fool, Gram approached the tower, noting the doors made of thick stone barring his entry. The tingling of magic cast a slight haze; a magical lock no doubt, just what a lich would think to use. Well, Gram was no wizard but he was cagey enough to carry scrolls and useful knick-knacks upon him for just this purpose, and he made use of one now, slipping a ring onto his finger and brandishing it at the door. "Let all locks be opened!" he rumbled, invoking the ring's power.

There was a flash and the haze dispated; Gram smiled and stepped forward, his foot sinking into the snow and coming onto something unexpected - a footmat, it felt like ...

A singing pain shot through his limbs and he could not move them, and a column of fire engulfed him, causing him to roar like an enraged bear. A trap, and he had walked right into it!

His shield glowed with a faint blue light, and Gram could feel healing magic counteract the searing flames, but he still could not move and the fire continued to burn, and all there was to do now was grit his teeth and bear it out ... but he was a Nord and a stout adventurer, made of sterner stuff than this lich anticipaced, and between his own vigor and the power of his shield Trueturner the lich's trick availed naught, and moments later he stood, recovering, a teeth-baring grin on his blackened face.

"Well played, lich, but not enough," he said, kicking away the snow to reveal the offending footmat - perversely emblazoned with the word 'Welcome' in letters red as blood. "Tis only a matter of time before Frostkiss cleaves your skull and crushes your bones, monster - make what you will of the time you have left."

Hacking the mat to pieces, Gram pushed open the door, axe raised. The darkness within seemed to beckon to him.


Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 10:18 PM

QUOTE(dentris @ May 20 2005, 04:09 PM)

Solstheim

AS the sun faded into horizon, P'rassha grabbed a few broken branches and  talked:

"P'Rassha thinks we should stay for the night. P'Rassha is probably the only one who sees in the dark, and with beasts roaming around here, P'Rassha thinks its better to light a fire. What do you think?"

*




"Yeah, best to stay in around nightitme here," Reichi said. "And i can see in the dark, and probably hear and smell as good as you can," Reichi said, holding up the blue-bladed Dagger of Senses. "With the help of this, of course."

Or of course, theres other ways for me to be par with him on those levels...but it'd porlly get him trying to kill me, Reichi thought.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 20 2005, 10:25 PM

Slyvos merely nodded to Loranna, letting her know that he would stand by her if that had to be. He then turned to P'Rassha, smileing.

'I lived in this land for.... a very long time. Though I don't remember it being as cold...'

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 10:30 PM

"Seeing in the dark isn't a problem - between us here we have potions and spells of Night Eye enough to get us where we're going, and fatigue potions to ward off sleep," Loranna says. "And I doubt the land has anything we cannot handle to threaten us with; we've faced werewolves and worse before without faltering."

She returns Slyvos's nod, and asks "Let us press on, then? I don't relish the thought of my father poking through that tower; he has a habit for getting into trouble."


Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 10:33 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 03:30 PM)

"Seeing in the dark isn't a problem - between us here we have potions and spells of Night Eye enough to get us where we're going, and fatigue potions to ward off sleep," Loranna says.  "And I doubt the land has anything we cannot handle to threaten us with; we've faced werewolves and worse before without faltering."

She returns Slyvos's nod, and asks "Let us press on, then?  I don't relish the thought of my father poking through that tower; he has a habit for getting into trouble."

*





P'Rassha let the branches fall down and raised his shoulder.

''Very well, but don't blame P'Rassha if you meet a beast in the dark.''

Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 10:34 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 04:30 PM)

"Seeing in the dark isn't a problem - between us here we have potions and spells of Night Eye enough to get us where we're going, and fatigue potions to ward off sleep," Loranna says.  "And I doubt the land has anything we cannot handle to threaten us with; we've faced werewolves and worse before without faltering."

She returns Slyvos's nod, and asks "Let us press on, then?  I don't relish the thought of my father poking through that tower; he has a habit for getting into trouble."

*




"Point taken," Reichi said. "Still, things here have a tendancy to either give you diseases, or die, and then get RIGHT back up," he warned. "That said, if you see a femine looking tree, shoot first, ask questions later."

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 10:38 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 20 2005, 04:34 PM)

"Point taken," Reichi said. "Still, things here have a tendancy to either give you diseases, or die, and then get RIGHT back up," he warned. "That said, if you see a femine looking tree, shoot first, ask questions later."

*





"Small pity Allie isn't with us; those trees regard her kindly I hear," Loranna mutters, distrubiting potions as needed. "I'd say let's go invisible but then we'd each just get lost from the group, curse it ..."

A lonesome howl echoes through the night, sounding rather close; Loranna frowns. "Wolves on four legs or two?" she wonders, raising her hands.


Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 10:41 PM

"Well, the later can still run four legged...." Reichi said. "So it doesn't really matter..." he trailed off. "Rats, shame we haven't run into any Fryse hags...i coulda used the silver daggers they have right now..."



Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 10:47 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 20 2005, 04:41 PM)

"Well, the later can still run four legged...." Reichi said. "So it doesn't really matter..." he trailed off. "Rats, shame we haven't run into any Fryse hags...i coulda used the silver daggers they have right now..."

*





A second howl cuts through the air, and soon Reichi sees, like the others, that these wolves run on four legs ... or sometimes three, the fourth having rotted off long ago. Fleshless snouts ring with supernatural howls and a large pack of rotting, patchy undead wolves charge the party, surrounding them and striking as their living cousins would, but with even greater ferocity.

Loranna's lips curl in a grimace, and she casts protective spells on the party as the battle is joined ...


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 20 2005, 10:51 PM

Slyvos shakes his head, and raises his hands, letting loose one of his custom made fire spells to burn one wolf to ash, and leave another one missing half it's skeleton... the bottom half biggrin.gif

Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 10:53 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 03:47 PM)

A second howl cuts through the air, and soon Reichi sees, like the others, that these wolves run on four legs ... or sometimes three, the fourth having rotted off long ago.  Fleshless snouts ring with supernatural howls and a large pack of rotting, patchy undead wolves charge the party, surrounding them and striking as their living cousins would, but with even greater ferocity.

Loranna's lips curl in a grimace, and she casts protective spells on the party as the battle is joined ...

*





P'Rassha was fast as lightning. In a second, he had a large Nordic Silver War Axe in his hand and his claws ready to strike in the other. Before the first Wolf zombie could strike him, he grabbed his jaw and lifted the beast a few feet above the ground, slowly crushing his skull. Before he had time to finish his job, another wolf jumped in his direction. With a single torso twist, he dodged the leaping assault and axed the beast while it was still in the air.

The weight made P'Rassha dropped his axe, but the zombie was already dead. With a finishing strike, he threw the wolf he was crushing into a tree.

Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 20 2005, 10:56 PM

Issa, recalling his Redguard swordsman training, draws Murasame and Masamune, and takes a fighting stance that looks like he would lose balance and fall over at any minute.

Two undead wolves charge at him, growling and barking with an ethereal tone. They lunge on him, but suddenly, he is not there.

At about 6 feet off of the ground, Masamune has a lot of potential energy. Combined with the weight of it's wielder, it would do some nasty things to anything who had the ill fortune to come in contact with it's falling blade.

This poor creature happened to be a zombie hound, who's rotting flesh didn't hold up well against magickally forged steel.

The other wolf was behind Issa, somewhat confused. Yojimbo turned, closed his eyes, held out his hand, and cast a spell of God's Fire.

Needless to say, the wolf was blown away.

Issa assumed a differant fighting stance, this one with Murasame above his head and Masamune ahead of him.

He turned to face the next challenger.

Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 10:56 PM

"I take these are Slyvos's old undead wolves?" Reichi asked, before leaping at one. His first strike missed the agile Wolf, but a clod of snow kicked into it's eye sockets (The eyes had long rotted away), distracted it long enough for a second strike to land in it's ribcage. The Dagger did little than sink it's blade in all the way to the hilt, and the Bonewolf took the blow without any indication of injury.

The Wolf turned its jaws on Reichi, the Dunmeri cursed and proceeded to kick the Wolf in the spineal cord, the only remaining 'neck' it had left til lthe aforementioned bone shattered. He dropped another Wolf with several dagger blows to the head.

"We must be getting close then.."

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 11:05 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 20 2005, 04:56 PM)

"I take these are Slyvos's old undead wolves?" Reichi asked, before leaping at one. His first strike missed the agile Wolf, but a clod of snow kicked into it's eye sockets (The eyes had long rotted away), distracted it long enough for a second strike to land in it's ribcage. The Dagger did little than sink it's blade in all the way to the hilt, and the Bonewolf took the blow without any indication of injury.

  The Wolf turned its jaws on Reichi, the Dunmeri cursed and proceeded to kick the Wolf in the spineal cord, the only remaining 'neck' it had left til lthe aforementioned bone shattered. He dropped another Wolf with several dagger blows to the head.

"We must be getting close then.."

*





Leave it to Reichi to be so cavalier about Slyvos's past around someone who doesn't know the party's history all that well, Loranna thinks with a scowl, deciding to try some of her other attacks on these undead wolves. Ice and frost coalese at her hands and she casts them forward, catching the two bony wolves coming for her in mid leap. One fell, knocked aside by the ice, but the second managed to preservere, and Loranna raises her arm, letting the wolf break its teeth on her ice bracer.

Unhooking Bell Ringer, Loranna shakes the wolf off of her arm and brings the mace down, using Dragon's teachings to good effect. Lupine skull meets adamantium mace and the former crushes to dust under the latter.

Stepping to the side, Loranna swings at the wolf her spell had knocked down, crushing its head as well for good measure. She looks around, seeing the wolf pack had been swiftly dealt with.

"Anyone need healing?" she asks, hooking her mace back on her belt.


Posted by: dentris May 20 2005, 11:07 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 04:05 PM)

Leave it to Reichi to be so cavalier about Slyvos's past around someone who doesn't know the party's history all that well, Loranna thinks with a scowl, deciding to try some of her other attacks on these undead wolves.  Ice and frost coalese at her hands and she casts them forward, catching the two bony wolves coming for her in mid leap.  One fell, knocked aside by the ice, but the second managed to preservere, and Loranna raises her arm, letting the wolf break its teeth on her ice bracer.

Unhooking Bell Ringer, Loranna shakes the wolf off of her arm and brings the mace down, using Dragon's teachings to good effect.  Lupine skull meets adamantium mace and the former crushes to dust under the latter.

Stepping to the side, Loranna swings at the wolf her spell had knocked down, crushing its head as well for good measure.  She looks around, seeing the wolf pack had been swiftly dealt with.

"Anyone need healing?" she asks, hooking her mace back on her belt.

*





P'Rassha purred and pointed at the skeletons:

"P'Rassha thinks they need some."

Posted by: Aki May 20 2005, 11:09 PM

"Other than a small bite, nothing," Reichi replied, indicating the small wound scarely visible through his Wolf fur armor. "But with undead its more likely to be diseased than any serious injury..."

Posted by: Loranna May 20 2005, 11:12 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 20 2005, 05:09 PM)

"Other than a small bite, nothing," Reichi replied, indicating the small wound scarely visible through his Wolf fur armor. "But with undead its more likely to be diseased than any serious injury..."

*





Loranna casts a Cure Disease spell on Reichi, and everyone else just to be on the safe side. "What disease?" she asks, giving him an uneasy grin.

A healing spell or two later, and the party was ready to continue onward ...

===

The party reaches Slyvos's old tower soon after, the imposing structure taking an even more ominous cast in the nighttime. The remnants of Slyvos's mat trap lay scattered about the ground by the door, which is slightly ajar.

Loranna raises her eyebrows, though she feels her heart starting to beat a bit faster; she was nervous, for her father and for her friends. Dagoth had been rather ingenious with some of his traps and not constrained much by nicety or compassion ...


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 05:42 AM

Slyvos looked upon his old tower... better to say Dagoth's old tower. He was not that monster anymore.

'hmm... that was a nice trap I made... looks like your father got stuck in it for a bit before getting free. Let's hope he didn't head to the basement...'

Posted by: Nalion May 21 2005, 05:45 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 20 2005, 11:12 PM)

Loranna casts a Cure Disease spell on Reichi, and everyone else just to be on the safe side.  "What disease?" she asks, giving him an uneasy grin.

A healing spell or two later, and the party was ready to continue onward ...

===

The party reaches Slyvos's old tower soon after, the imposing structure taking an even more ominous cast in the nighttime.  The remnants of Slyvos's mat trap lay scattered about the ground by the door, which is slightly ajar.

Loranna raises her eyebrows, though she feels her heart starting to beat a bit faster; she was nervous, for her father and for her friends.  Dagoth had been rather ingenious with some of his traps and not constrained much by nicety or compassion ...

*




"Hmm, as I see, we might not have much trouble in following your father's trace, Loranna." Nalion frowned. "May I propose that noone wanders off from the party to explore on one's own?"
With a wave of his hand and a spoken word, a familiar small orb of light appeared over his left palm, giving off a blueish-white light illuminating the area around the party.
"Slyvos, is there anything we must know about the tower before we enter?"

Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 05:46 AM

He looked at Nalion, sighing.

'just say close to me, and don't go in the basement... you won't live long by any account if you do.'

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 05:51 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 20 2005, 10:46 PM)

He looked at Nalion, sighing.

'just say close to me, and don't go in the basement... you won't live long by any account if you do.'

*




"You can't go in your own basement?" Doll said softly.

She tilted her head, whispering arcane words. She was looking for objects that were not what they seemed.

Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 05:58 AM

The Hall of Strings, Oblivion


QUOTE

Maranda found herself in a golden room. The walls were gold, the floor was gold, the lighting was gold. From the roof, beyond view, hung a multitude of strings, each of which long enough to come to two metres from the ground. Maranda heard cheering, yet as it died down, the voice started again, And what an amazing battle that last one was! Now, on to our next battle. Hailing from the lovely Summerset Islands, it is the High Elf, Elverere!

As this was said, a strange, woodlike puppet representing a High Elf slid down the strings, and began to dance. A strange battle, she thought to herself, as she drew her sword and slashed through the puppet easily. Another fell a short distance away, and another on the other side...



No matter what puppet she slashed, another appeared. She sighed. SHe would have to strike at the puppet master... wherever he was. But the good thing, Maranda thought, was that the puppet had not attacked her. The puppet on the far right of the room's eyes grew red, as a fireball was launched from his mouth. The ball hit Maranda, the first of the attacks that actually hit her, as she felt the searing pain of the blast, and the burning of her coat... that would cost a lot to replace, she thought, as she returned spell, and blasted the puppet with a shock spell. Then something caught her eye, in the far corner of the room, a square curtained off area. Maranda ran to it, dodging the fireballs, and charging her sword with a shock spell... "how cliche" she said aloud, ripping the curtain back, and revealing a feeble high elf pulling leavers and switches... a voice yelled out,
"No, don't slay that elf behind that curtain!"
"Fat chance I won't" she said, swinging her sword into the head of the elf, which cracked open like it was made of wood... hang on, it was made of wood! A green gas came from the inside on the puppet that was behind the curtain, as the voice rang out again, "I told you not to slay him... now poison will slowly fill this room! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.."
Maranda covered her mouth as the voice of Elverere rang through the room, cackling like a witch... what to do now, she thought, she would have to do something drastic


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 06:00 AM

'Let's just say that what lies dormant in there was my greatest work... my most horrid one too...'

He stopped there, and walked into the corridor, seeing as he was leading the way this time.

Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 06:09 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 12:00 AM)

'Let's just say that what lies dormant in there was my greatest work... my most horrid one too...'

He stopped there, and walked into the corridor, seeing as he was leading the way this time.

*





"That can't be left unattended forever, love," Loranna says grimly. "We ought to ensure it won't harm anyone before we leave ..."

The prospect was not an enjoyable one, though, Loranna thinks to herself as the party enters ...

The entrence hall greeted the heroes, twin bronze braziers guttering with magic flame; one red, one black. Cobwebs festooned much of the hall, and dust covered the floor, though several sets of footprints were easily discernable. Loranna recognizes her own footprints and Slyvos's from their brief trip earlier, which makes the remaining set of footprints easy to identify. Besides, her father had tromped through the cobwebs - and the blood on the floor indicated he had found the enchanted webs that could slice through flesh and bone as easily as steel.

Loranna shivers a little, but takes heart in the fact that there were no severed body parts, just blood and some hair; from the way the dust was disturbed, he must have leapt away before causing himself serious injury.

"Avoid the cobwebs," Loranna tells people, casting Dispels into the mass of webs just to be on the safe side. Carefully, she picks her way to the ebony door that lies on the far end, also ajar, and with the faint smell of noxious fumes still hanging in the air.

" ... So far he's hit three traps but he made it through," she says, as though to encourage herself. "Slyvos, hun, anything right beyond the door to worry about that he might have avoided?"


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 06:13 AM

He cringes a bit at the thought of that.

'giant walking masses of bones... hey, I couldn't keep control of them without necromancy, and I'm not doing that...'

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 06:14 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 20 2005, 11:13 PM)

He cringes a bit at the thought of that.

'giant walking masses of bones...  hey, I couldn't keep control of them without necromancy, and I'm not doing that...'

*




"Never create anything that can kill you," Doll said. "It's the first law of... well, it's common sense, really. These bones, are they weak to any spells?"

Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 06:19 AM

'I made them when I was undead... they would not harm me. Now, is a different story. And the only thing they are vulnerable to last time I checked was shock magic.... just a little precaution I put in.'

Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 06:23 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 12:19 AM)

'I made them when I was undead... they would not harm me. Now, is a different story. And the only thing they are vulnerable to last time I checked was shock magic.... just a little precaution I put in.'

*





"And here I went and practiced my frost magics instead," Loranna says. "All right then; let's do this ..."

She renews her protective spells to shield the party, and with a telekenetic push opens the ebony door, revealing the way to the stairwell. Judging by the lack of footprints leading downward, Gram is heading to the top of the tower.

" ... Better cast levitate if you can," Loranna cautions. "If I remember right the stairwell bears several pressure plate traps ..." She begins casting weak levitation spells on those people who need it.


Posted by: Nalion May 21 2005, 06:30 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 06:23 AM)

"And here I went and practiced my frost magics instead," Loranna says.  "All right then; let's do this ..."

She renews her protective spells to shield the party, and with a telekenetic push opens the ebony door, revealing the way to the stairwell.  Judging by the lack of footprints leading downward, Gram is heading to the top of the tower.

" ... Better cast levitate if you can," Loranna cautions.  "If I remember right the stairwell bears several pressure plate traps ..."  She begins casting weak levitation spells on those people who need it.

*




"Sometimes, I really hate the month I am born in..." Nalion muttered himself as he watches some of Loranna's spells getting absorbed by his birthsign. The mage cast his own levitation spell.
An additional gesture brought up a shield around him and in his mind, he went through a series of possible lightning spells at his hand.
He nodded to the party. "Let's go then... And take care." Nalion glanced at Doll.

Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 06:30 AM

Hall of Strings, Oblivion


QUOTE

"Fat chance I won't" she said, swinging her sword into the head of the elf, which cracked open like it was made of wood... hang on, it was made of wood! A green gas came from the inside on the puppet that was behind the curtain, as the voice rang out again, "I told you not to slay him... now poison will slowly fill this room! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.."
Maranda covered her mouth as the voice of Elverere rang through the room, cackling like a witch... what to do now, she thought, she would have to do something drastic



"I have no time for this..." Maranda said to herself, pulling a scroll from her bag. She read the spell on it, and cast protection against fire. She then rubbed her hand across her ring, "I SUMMON YOU, FLAMEY! COME FOWATH AND BURN!" the cackling stopped, as the room temperature rose substantially... some of the puppets nearby burst into flames, In a poison far above, a pentacle in a circle formed from a red fiery light, the light cutting through the strings it passed through

ROAR!!!

"Oh, dear" said Elverere said, as the Flame Monarch appeared from the Pentacle, and fell to the ground. He was twice the size of a regular flame monarch, and the heat he produced burnt all the puppets, and all the strings holding them to the roof. The heat was so intense, it blistered the paint on the walls...
"That's enough, Flamey, return to Oblivion" Maranda said, as the creature returned.
"Hmm..." Meridias voice rang out, "I guess, since my puppet master Elverere can no longer fight, I give the victory to you, Maranda..."
Before Maranda could take a breather, she felt herself shifting to another room


Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 06:35 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 20 2005, 11:30 PM)

"Sometimes, I really hate the month I am born in..." Nalion muttered himself as he watches some of Loranna's spells getting absorbed by his birthsign. The mage cast his own levitation spell.
An additional gesture brought up a shield around him and in his mind, he went through a series of possible lightning spells at his hand.
He nodded to the party. "Let's go then... And take care." Nalion glanced at Doll.

*




Doll levitated, and prepared herself to cast a lightning spell.

Posted by: Arynel May 21 2005, 06:46 AM


Next Arynel came to a man who was seated in an enclosed room with only a small crawlspace to enter therein. The man there would, after being given proper numerations of capital, devise a solution for any inquiry which the seeker would bring. People would come for wisdom and guidance, and to them those things he would give, and many were astonished, and people would come with riddles and syntax-traps, and those he would unravel in due time, so that many were astonished.

So Arynel went to this man, saying, “why sit here as you do all day long, surely you must seek after other things than to be secluded in such a space for all your many days?”

“Wisdom slumbers in the smallest crevice,” the man replied, “To those who seek so shall it be revealed.”

“Would not you say, though” Arynel began, “that wisdom is found most often when not, itself, sought? By this I mean go unto the world and you will find wisdom, and with it a great many other things also.”

“What an interesting inquiry you have brought to my attention, give me a moment to ponder this,” the man said, “Ah yes, I commend you for your laboring at logician contexts, but I think you are incorrect in your conclusion, for those who come to me seeking guidance bring with them news of the world, and so I see what goes on beyond my secluded space, whilst remaining uncorrupted by the very lies of the world of which you speak.”

“That, then, is the mark of your limit, and likewise your failure,” Arynel said, “for one who has not seen the world cannot perceive the world, for knowledge is only one factor, and a building will not be solid when built upon one pillar alone, and it is through this you see the lie by which you are already corrupted.”

“Dare you speak of such things?” The man said, “There is no question that cannot be answered, no puzzle not solved, not inquiry not satisfied by wisdom, logic, and knowledge.”

“Then answer this, if you are able,” Arynel began, “There is a man who is asked to order the death of another, who is called a criminal, yet he has committed no crime. He may send the convicted free, but he will forever be despised by the crowed, which will most certainly move against his life, or he may put an innocent man to death, what say wisdom, logic, and knowledge to this?”

The man lifted his finger skyward and opened his mouth, but was rendered without words, and so the Breton left him.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 06:49 AM

Slyvos went through the open doorway, and proceeded to levitate up the stairs, preventing the traps from setting off. Surprising that Gram could get past it...

As they arrived at the top, there were two doors. The one Gram went through, would have closed by itself, resetting the trap.

'I remember this one well. One door leads to the rest of the tower, and my former minions. the second one leads to an illusion of the same thing, covering a pit filled with spikes... magical spikes. Now which one was it... oh yes, the one on the right.'

Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 06:53 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 12:49 AM)

Slyvos went through the open doorway, and proceeded to levitate up the stairs, preventing the traps from setting off. Surprising that Gram could get past it...

As they arrived at the top, there were two doors. The one Gram went through, would have closed by itself, resetting the trap.

'I remember this one well. One door leads to the rest of the tower, and my former minions. the second one leads to an illusion of the same thing, covering a pit filled with spikes... magical spikes. Now which one was it... oh yes, the one on the right.'

*





"Magical spikes? What did those do?" Loranna asks, having a sudden chill shoot through her. " ... We may want to check the pit first ... you know, just in case ..."

She gestures vaguely with her hand.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 06:54 AM

'techincally, they sear the flesh on contact... most painfully I might add... I was having a bad day when I made that one.'

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 06:57 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 20 2005, 11:54 PM)

'techincally, they sear the flesh on contact... most painfully I might add... I was having a bad day when I made that one.'

*




"We should assume the worst," Doll said. "Does your father know enough to levitate over traps?"

Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 07:03 AM

The Hall of Dolls, Gauntlet of Heroes, Oblivion

Maranda placed her hand over her burn... she had no healing spells, but she had a potion... with a quick swig, she could feel the pain go away, as she looked around the room... The walls were high and pink... there seemed to be a tall house beside the nearby wall, a clicking sound radiated from a box near by, as a group of large dolls lay in a pile against the wall... The floor was like grass, but pink grass... carpet? A strange, mechanical song, almost as if from a music box started, as Maranda heard the ever familiar voice of Meridia, "No time to take in the scenery, my dear Maranda, for this is the halfway point... slay this "Hero, and your halfway there, and you will have a short break then... Now, the only female of the "Heroes" you will face, from Wayrest province of Highrock, the Spellword, Arisa!" As she said this, the lid to the nearby box opened, which was a music box, and from the top came a beautiful breton girl in a tutu, standing on one leg like a
 dancer of another world... as this happened, the pile of dolls in the corner became animate, and started to approach, Maranda, it was only now that she noticed that the dolls were holding an array of weapons, swords, axes, bows... The key to victory here, Maranda thought, would be destroying the Music Box...

The mechanical music continued its haunting melody...


Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 07:06 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 12:57 AM)

"We should assume the worst,"  Doll said. "Does your father know enough to levitate over traps?"

*





"Before, I'd have said not really," Loranna says. "Then again, he's survived sticking his head into places like this for this long ..."

She looks rather unsure of the validity of her last statement. " The pit it is, then," she says. "Slyvos, lead the way."

The pit proved to be rather deep, and full of wickedly sharp spikes; several skeletons decorated the spikes, apparently not having been worth Dagoth's time to pull out of the pit to re-animate. There is, however, one other body in the pit ...

"Oh gods," Loranna says as the illusion is dispelled, and she sees her father sitting propped against the wall, a trail of blood leading from several of the spikes to where he is sitting, chin drooped to his chest and holding his side.

The sound of Loranna's voice stirs the red-haired Nord in the pit, and he looks up, his hand instinctively grasping his axe. "Who goes there? Are you friend or fiend?" he asks, focusing his eyes on Loranna. "Pah! A Dunmer woman; what brings one of your kind up into the cold, Dark Elf?"

He squints. "I say, is it me or is your hair a distinctly Nordic shade of blond ..."

"Never mind that now Dad," Loranna mutters, floating down ad casting healing spells on a rather shocked-looking Gram. "Come on; we're getting out of this pit ..."

" ... Dad?" he mutters, as Loranna casts a levitate spell on him and pulls him out of the pit; Gram looks upon the party, his expression still somewhat stunned.


Posted by: Nalion May 21 2005, 07:16 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 07:06 AM)

" ... Dad?" he mutters, as Loranna casts a levitate spell on him and pulls him out of the pit; Gram looks upon the party, his expression still somewhat stunned.

*




"We're friends, Master Pyrel, well, for the most part that is. One, or maybe two, I would describe as your 'relatives'" Nalion answered with a smile and a glance towards Loranna.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 07:17 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 12:06 AM)

"Before, I'd have said not really," Loranna says.  "Then again, he's survived sticking his head into places like this for this long ..."

She looks rather unsure of the validity of her last statement.  " The pit it is, then," she says.  "Slyvos, lead the way."

The pit proved to be rather deep, and full of wickedly sharp spikes; several skeletons decorated the spikes, apparently not having been worth Dagoth's time to pull out of the pit to re-animate.  There is, however, one other body in the pit ...

"Oh gods," Loranna says as the illusion is dispelled, and she sees her father sitting propped against the wall, a trail of blood leading from several of the spikes to where he is sitting, chin drooped to his chest and holding his side.

The sound of Loranna's voice stirs the red-haired Nord in the pit, and he looks up, his hand instinctively grasping his axe.  "Who goes there?  Are you friend or fiend?" he asks, focusing his eyes on Loranna.  "Pah!  A Dunmer woman; what brings one of your kind up into the cold, Dark Elf?"

He squints.  "I say, is it me or is your hair a distinctly Nordic shade of blond ..."

"Never mind that now Dad," Loranna mutters, floating down ad casting healing spells on a rather shocked-looking Gram.  "Come on; we're getting out of this pit ..."

" ... Dad?" he mutters, as Loranna casts a levitate spell on him and pulls him out of the pit; Gram looks upon the party, his expression still somewhat stunned.

*




Doll bowed, her dainty fur boots still not touching the floor.

"Gram, father of Loranna, it is good to see you alive. I am called Doll. I think we should talk outside, in a safe place."

Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 07:21 AM

Slyvos nods to Gram, not really thrilled to see the man who abandoned Loranna all those years ago.

'I we get away from the pit first, yes? Oh, and Mr. Pyrel, before you start, there is no lich anymore.'

Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 07:25 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ May 21 2005, 01:16 AM)

"We're friends, Master Pyrel, well, for the most part that is. One, or maybe two, I would describe as your 'relatives'" Nalion answered with a smile and a glance towards Loranna.

*







QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 01:17 AM)

Doll bowed, her dainty fur boots still not touching the floor.

"Gram, father of Loranna, it is good to see you alive. I am called Doll. I think we should talk outside, in a safe place."

*





Gram's brow wrinkles as his brain works furiously to assimilate this recent change in developments. " ... Loranna?" he says, looking at the smiling, now sheepish, blond-haired and ashen-skinned woman before him.

Loranna nods. " ... Hello again, Father," she says, words getting caught in her throat.

Gram reaches a meaty hand to touch Loranna's hair, muttering " ... Just like Mista's ... it really is you." He takes a deep breath, and Loranna looks up into his eyes, wondering what he's about to say.

"WHAT IN KYNE'S NAME HAPPENED TO YOU GIRL!?!?! YOU LOOK LIKE A PLUMP DUNMER WITH NORMAL EARS!!!" Gram roars, his shout echoing throughout the pit and the upper levels of the tower.

" ... Can we discuss this outside, where there's no shambling skeletons and hideous monsters of unearthly doom?" Loranna asks, her furrowed brow and tone suggesting she's wondering if gram ought not to go back into the pit.


Posted by: Aki May 21 2005, 07:27 AM

"Loud..." Reichi said in a rather flat tone of voice.

Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 07:28 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 12:25 AM)

Gram's brow wrinkles as his brain works furiously to assimilate this recent change in developments.  " ... Loranna?" he says, looking at the smiling, now sheepish, blond-haired and ashen-skinned woman before him.

Loranna nods.  " ... Hello again, Father," she says, words getting caught in her throat. 

Gram reaches a meaty hand to touch Loranna's hair, muttering " ... Just like Mista's ... it really is you."  He takes a deep breath, and Loranna looks up into his eyes, wondering what he's about to say.

"WHAT IN KYNE'S NAME HAPPENED TO YOU GIRL!?!?!  YOU LOOK LIKE A PLUMP DUNMER WITH NORMAL EARS!!!" Gram roars, his shout echoing throughout the pit and the upper levels of the tower.

" ... Can we discuss this outside, where there's no shambling skeletons and hideous monsters of unearthly doom?" Loranna asks, her furrowed brow and tone suggesting she's wondering if gram ought not to go back into the pit.

*




"Loranna has better skin than a Dunmer," Doll said. "And no warts."

She cocked her head, hoping nothing alive - or otherwise - had heard Gram's outburst.

"Yes, we should go."


Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 07:34 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 01:28 AM)

"Loranna has better skin than a Dunmer,"  Doll said. "And no warts."

She cocked her head, hoping nothing alive - or otherwise - had heard Gram's outburst. 

"Yes, we should go."

*





"Aye girl, let's get away from here before someone falls back down that blasted pit," Gram agrees. " ... What do you mean there's no lich anymore? Then where came the ghosts ..."

"We'll explain outside," Loranna says, staring her father dead in the eye. "Come on; we'll give you a levitate spell so you won't set off any more traps."

"I have a ring to do that; it just ran out at a most inopprutune time ..." Gram mutters, as Loranna makes him levitate several inches off the ground. "Seriously girl, what happened to your skin? And those tearstreaks, what are they all about?"

"Outside," Loranna insists, leading her father back down the stairs and past the traps and through the entrance hall - avoiding the cobwebs - and out the heavy stone door, under the night sky.

"Right; now, I thank you brave sires and madams for effecting a most timely rescue," Gram says, looking at everyone. "That said - just what is going on here? What do you mean, there's no more lich? How did you happen to come this way - and with my daughter, no less? And what happened to her to make her ... like that ..."


Posted by: Aki May 21 2005, 07:40 AM

"Long story, and boring in some places," Reichi explained. "In a Nutshell," Reichi first pointed to Slyvos., "He was the lich but gave that up to be with Loranna, and" he pointed to Loranna, "Shes ash colored 'cause....i forget...why," he trailed off. "Crappy memory crapped out on me."



Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 07:40 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 12:34 AM)

"Aye girl, let's get away from here before someone falls back down that blasted pit," Gram agrees.  " ... What do you mean there's no lich anymore?  Then where came the ghosts ..."

"We'll explain outside," Loranna says, staring her father dead in the eye.  "Come on; we'll give you a levitate spell so you won't set off any more traps."

"I have a ring to do that; it just ran out at a most inopprutune time ..." Gram mutters, as Loranna makes him levitate several inches off the ground.  "Seriously girl, what happened to your skin?  And those tearstreaks, what are they all about?"

"Outside," Loranna insists, leading her father back down the stairs and past the traps and through the entrance hall - avoiding the cobwebs - and out the heavy stone door, under the night sky.

"Right; now, I thank you brave sires and madams for effecting a most timely rescue," Gram says, looking at everyone.  "That said - just what is going on here?  What do you mean, there's no more lich?  How did you happen to come this way - and with my daughter, no less?  And what happened to her to make her ... like that ..."

*




Doll looked at Loranna with big eyes, her fingertips to her lips.

Doesn't he know?

She knew Gram had been fighting Azurites; didn't he realize where they had come from?


Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 07:47 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ May 21 2005, 01:40 AM)

"Long story, and boring in some places," Reichi explained. "In a Nutshell," Reichi first pointed to Slyvos., "He was the lich but gave that up to be with Loranna, and" he pointed to Loranna, "Shes ash colored 'cause....i forget...why," he trailed off. "Crappy memory crapped out on me."

*





Gram glowers a bit at Reichi, before muttering " ... What?"

He then turns his glower to Slyvos. " .. .Is this true, lad?" he asks. "And what exactly are you doing with my daughter?"



QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 01:40 AM)

Doll looked at Loranna with big eyes, her fingertips to her lips.

Doesn't he know? 

She knew Gram had been fighting Azurites;  didn't he realize where they had come from?

*





"He and I are lovers Dad ..." Loranna mutters a second before Doll's siloent warning caught her eye.

" ... You fell in love with a lich!?" Gram demands hotly. " ... And how did he get flesh back on his bones ..."

Loranna looks over at Doll with a pained expression. "I've already blown this, haven't I?"

"By Kyne girl, this is no time to gossip with your friends!" Gram rumbles. "Tell me what's gone on, from the beginning; I'm going to guess by your skin that the white-haired lad who was carrying you around at Solitude wasn't kidding when he called you Azura; just what have you been doing?"

"You recognized me then?" Loranna asks, sounding stunned. "I stared you right in the face and you just gave me a blank grin!"

" ... Yes well, I wasn't quite well at the time ..." Gram mutters into his beard.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 07:52 AM

Slyvos just gives Gram a 'na, ya think?' look. of course, he probably won't know what it means.

'I was the lich that owned this tower at one point, yes... how I became mortal again; long story.'

Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 07:54 AM

The Hall of Dolls, The Guantlet of Heros, Oblivion

QUOTE

Maranda placed her hand over her burn... she had no healing spells, but she had a potion... with a quick swig, she could feel the pain go away, as she looked around the room... The walls were high and pink... there seemed to be a tall house beside the nearby wall, a clicking sound radiated from a box near by, as a group of large dolls lay in a pile against the wall... The floor was like grass, but pink grass... carpet? A strange, mechanical song, almost as if from a music box started, as Maranda heard the ever familiar voice of Meridia, "No time to take in the scenery, my dear Maranda, for this is the halfway point... slay this "Hero, and your halfway there, and you will have a short break then... Now, the only female of the "Heroes" you will face, from Wayrest province of Highrock, the Spellword, Arisa!" As she said this, the lid to the nearby box opened, which was a music box, and from the top came a beautiful breton girl in a tutu, standing on one leg like a dancer of another world... as this happened, the pile of dolls in the corner became animate, and started to approach, Maranda, it was only now that she noticed that the dolls were holding an array of weapons, swords, axes, bows... The key to victory here, Maranda thought, would be destroying the Music Box...

The mechanical music continued its haunting melody...



Almost to the Mechanical Music, the dolls took steps to the beat... it seemed like it was a waltz... three beats per measure... Maranda cast disintegrate armour apon her sword, and charged towards the Music box, striking it... but as she did, the music from the music box stopped, and music from what seemed to be a full scale orchestra started up, with the same, three beat waltz... Maranda was puzzled at where this music came from, but found that Arisa had jumped from her pedistal, to the top of the doll house... She slashed at a few of the dolls, but found that they blocked her attacks rather easily... then she got an idea...

Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 08:05 AM

LOCK ON!!!

Loranna

Posted by: Locklear93 May 21 2005, 08:07 AM

200+ posts lock. Feel free to continue in a new thread though!

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