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Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 08:02 AM
Hello, and welcome to our Elder Scrolls Role Playing threads,
where we adventure and socialize in the vibrant
Before we begin, we'd like to clarify a few things:
This is an 'open roleplay' and everyone is encouraged to join in at any time!
'Open' roleplay does not mean 'unorganized' or 'limitless', however. The events
in this story are usually planned, and if something BIG happens, you can be
certain that it is the result of much discussion between players, usually in
the mIRC chat (#Loranna_RP). This is not just a bunch of disorganized
individuals doing what they think would be fun for their character at the time.
So, while everyone is welcome to join in, they are NOT welcome to jump in and
do big, world-changing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST. Let me be very clear
about what cannot be done without permission:
1:
Any action that effects another person's character, for ill or good. Although
most people realize they can't harm another person's character without
permission, many don't realize that you can't HELP another character without
permission, either. Many characters have flaws for a reason. Don't go healing,
saving, or otherwise fixing another character without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the
player involved.
2:
Any event that would drastically change things that have been done to the
world, whether the change is physical (rebuilding destroyed locations),
political (converting a population to a new cause), military (killing off all
the badguys) or anything else. Almost every situation, good or bad, that exists
in the RP was done for some reason. Don't go changing or fixing things without
DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the group.
Everyone who is involved in the RP is welcome in the mIRC chat channel
#Loranna_RP. If you have a plot idea then you are encouraged to go there and
discuss it. If you cannot get on the channel for some reason, or if the player
whos character you would affect with your plan is not there, then PM them using
this board's PM function. That's what it's there for.
For information on reaching #Loranna_RP via Mirc or Chatspike, look
http://www.ravensky.org/irc/.
Not following the above advice will only result in one thing: your post is
likely to be completely ignored by everyone as if it did not happen. This is
obvously not good for anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing
them.
Remember: Secret plans and surprises are seldom fun for anyone else. Before
they're revealed they're boring, because nobody knows about them, and
afterwards they're just annoying, because nobody knew about them.
Thank you, and have fun!
===
Info for Loranna:
Race: Nord
Sex: Female
===
Summary for Loranna:
Loranna is in Solstheim with several companions, having gone back to Slyvos's
old tower and rescued her father Gram fro ma pit of spikes. She and her father
are currently outside the tower, Gram hotly demanding to know what the heck has
happened to his daughter since he last saw her.
Posted by: Nalion May 21 2005, 08:06 AM
OOC Summary:
Nalion, male Breton mage is with the group around Loranna,. The party is
currently trying to softly tell Loranna's father Gram what really went on the
past months.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 08:06 AM
Summary: slyvos is trying to keep his patience with Loranna's
father. hard, to say the least...
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 08:07 AM
ooc summaries:
Allerleirauh is still at Solunastra, caring for Sen-Yedda.
Tris remained behind to look into the ghost problem to the best of his ability.
Doll is with the party in Solstheim, presently at Slyvos's tower, where they
have just found Gram.
Little Tamne, the Azurite child, has been having odd occurances in her bedroom
at the orphanage - for which she is being blamed.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 08:11 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 12:47 AM)
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?"
"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.
"How dare you say anything to her about her lover!" Doll said, her
black eyes shining. "If she has bad taste in men, she got it honestly from
her mother! So shut up, old man, and listen for once."
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 08:12 AM
OOC:
Radont, Imperial Male. After a short trip to Cyrodiil he has come back to
Solunastra as Knight Protector. He's outside right now about ready to enter
donned in his official Knight Templar armor.
Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 08:13 AM
Shardie's Characters as thus...
Maranda Biennie
Race Breton
Sex Female
Class Conjourer
Maranda is battling her way through the Gauntlet of Heroes, in an effort to
regain from Meridia her freedom. However, ironic as it may be, she must face
her sisters fiancee and his seven companions. Her sword is the White Gold
Sword, with a mystical property that it retains the power of whatever spell is
fired apon it, she is wearing a White Werewolf Skin coat, and a ring that
summons fowarth a massive flame monarch, named Flamey
Lord Landon and the Seven Palidins of Justice
Landon
Race Imperial
Sex Male
Class knight
Lord Landon is off searching for the lost Maranda to give her the letter given
to him by his Wife to be, Maranda's sister.
He is armed with an Ebony Broadsword, and full Ebony Armour, as well as a charm
that increases luck by 10 every time it is used. In the Gauntlet of heroes, he
is yet to appear
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. In the
Gauntlet of Heroes, Issac was the guardian of the Hall of Mirrors, a mutated
centur
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 He has not made his apperance yet
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. She is the
Guardian of the Hall of Dolls, and is whom Maranda is currently facing, she has
been mutated into a dancer toy
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.
Red was the guardian of the hall of Ale, and was defeated by Maranda in the
first round of the Guantlet of heroes. He was mutated into a pig like creature
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. In the Guantlet of
Heroes, he was the Guardian of the Room of strings. Maranda Defeated him. He
was mutated into a puppet master
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. He is
yet to appear
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... he is yet to appear
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. On
to the Hall of Dolls, she faces the poor Breton, Arisa, and her army of dancing
dolls
Posted by: Aki May 21 2005, 08:16 AM
Summary
Reichi, the male Dunmeri Werwolf, is in Solstheim, with the group...
Yup..
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 08:20 AM
Daggerfall
Radont reached the stables and left his horse in the care of the stablemaster.
He made his way through the streets to Solunastra, he didn't think he was known
enough to just walk in so he knocked on the door.
Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 08:22 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 02:11 AM)
"How dare you say anything to her about her
lover!" Doll said, her black eyes shining. "If she has bad
taste in men, she got it honestly from her mother! So shut up, old man,
and listen for once."
Gram's face twists into a scowl. "Watch what you say about women you
hardly know, girl," he says. "Mad as she was I'll not hear such talk
about Mista ..."
"Dad!" Loranna snaps. "Will you just be quiet and listen like
she said? I'll tell you what you want to know, if you'd just give me a
minute!"
Gram's scowl deepens slightly, but he relents. " ... Aye; this is no way
to handle a family reunion, as your friend well knows. Speak then, and I'll
give you my ears instead of my tongue, and hang on every word."
Ignoring the image Gram's comment inspires, Loranna begins telling her tale,
speaking of how Azura came to her soon after being devestated by Vivec, the
events at the ball on Hearthfire and the party in White Haven, the devestation
wrought through Skyrim and the parade through Morrowind, the divine Sen-Yedda
heavy in her womb. She speaks of her friends' efforts to stop the tide of
madness and chaos, and their continued attempts to get sense into her head, and
her eventual realization of the horror she had wrought. She tells of the trial
at Vivec, and the proclamation Azura made there, and the mad dash to Ald
Raathim and the campaign to defeat the Azurites before they destroyed
everything worth living for.
She leaves out some details, such as what exactly happened at
Gram's brow remained furrowed fiercely during the first part of Loranna's tale,
but as she nears the middle his expression softens some. He visibly restrains
himself when she speaks of her meeting with her mother, and by the end he is
simply listening, faintly stunned.
Finally, he finds his voice again. " ... All this is true?" he asks,
his tone less demanding and more simply questioning. "My wife lies buried
in Skyrim and I've a granddaughter who is a goddess?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 08:26 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 01:20 AM)
Daggerfall
Radont reached the stables and left his horse in the care of the stablemaster.
He made his way through the streets to Solunastra, he didn't think he was known
enough to just walk in so he knocked on the door.
Radont was admitted by one of the servants.
"Almost everyone is away in Solstheim," she said. "But you are
welcome to enjoy yourself here until they return."
Tris poked his nose into the main hall, a book in hand. Truth to tell, he was
looking for any excuse to avoid studying religious texts, which was what he had
been doing. It put him right to sleep.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 08:28 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 01:22 AM)
Gram's face twists into a scowl. "Watch what you say
about women you hardly know, girl," he says. "Mad as she was
I'll not hear such talk about Mista ..."
"Dad!" Loranna snaps. "Will you just be quiet and listen
like she said? I'll tell you what you want to know, if you'd just give me
a minute!"
Gram's scowl deepens slightly, but he relents. " ... Aye; this is no
way to handle a family reunion, as your friend well knows. Speak then,
and I'll give you my ears instead of my tongue, and hang on every word."
Ignoring the image Gram's comment inspires, Loranna begins telling her tale,
speaking of how Azura came to her soon after being devestated by Vivec, the
events at the ball on Hearthfire and the party in White Haven, the devestation
wrought through Skyrim and the parade through Morrowind, the divine Sen-Yedda
heavy in her womb. She speaks of her friends' efforts to stop the tide of
madness and chaos, and their continued attempts to get sense into her head, and
her eventual realization of the horror she had wrought. She tells of the
trial at Vivec, and the proclamation Azura made there, and the mad dash to Ald
Raathim and the campaign to defeat the Azurites before they destroyed
everything worth living for.
She leaves out some details, such as what exactly happened at
Gram's brow remained furrowed fiercely during the first part of Loranna's tale,
but as she nears the middle his expression softens some. He visibly
restrains himself when she speaks of her meeting with her mother, and by the end
he is simply listening, faintly stunned.
Finally, he finds his voice again. " ... All this is true?" he
asks, his tone less demanding and more simply questioning. "My wife
lies buried in Skyrim and I've a granddaughter who is a goddess?"
"You have a granddaughter who is a baby," Doll said firmly.
"With cute ears."
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 08:28 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 02:26 AM)
Radont was admitted by one of the servants.
"Almost everyone is away in Solstheim," she said. "But you
are welcome to enjoy yourself here until they return."
Tris poked his nose into the main hall, a book in hand. Truth to tell, he was
looking for any excuse to avoid studying religious texts, which was what he had
been doing. It put him right to sleep.
Radont thanked the servant and clanked through the hall in his armor to the
library. He nodded a greeting to Tris as he passed, He hadn't actually met the
lad, only saw him in passing and overheard some stories.
Posted by: Nalion May 21 2005, 08:32 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 08:22 AM)
Finally, he finds his voice again. " ... All this is
true?" he asks, his tone less demanding and more simply questioning.
"My wife lies buried in Skyrim and I've a granddaughter who is a
goddess?"
The mage was astonished at Doll's harsh words towards Gram, but well, they did
seemed to be justified somehow, considering what he heard about Gram.
He listened carefully to Loranna, approving that she left some of the more
crtitical occurences out of her report.
"All this is true, Master Pyrel." Nalion nodded. "And more
more so." he adds in thought.
Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 08:39 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 02:28 AM)
"You have a granddaughter who is a baby," Doll
said firmly. "With cute ears."
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 21 2005, 02:32 AM)
The mage was astonished at Doll's harsh words towards Gram, but
well, they did seemed to be justified somehow, considering what he heard about
Gram.
He listened carefully to Loranna, approving that she left some of the more
crtitical occurences out of her report.
"All this is true, Master Pyrel." Nalion nodded. "And more
more so." he adds in thought.
Gram's expresison softens some. " .. .Cute ears you say?" he asks,
looking to Loranna. "Mannish ears?"
Loranna shakes her head. Gram sighs, prompting Loranna to ask "What?
What's wrong with merrish ears?"
"Nothing, nothing ..." Gram mutters. "So she has your eyes,
then?"
"No; they're golden," Loranna answers. Gram blinks.
"Your hair, then."
"Silver like the stars."
"What does she have of you, then?"
"My healthy blush and if my eyes deceive me not, my figure when she grows
up."
Loranna's eyes twinkle over an impish grin. Gram stares at her and says
perfectly seriously "Girl, you've damned half of Tamriel two decades
hence."
"Thank you Father," Loranna growls. and suddenly Gram laughs,
making Loranna blink.
"Twenty seven years it took but you've got fire in your belly; you have
good friends it seems girl," he chuckles. "Well then, I'm a
grandfather and a widower all in one night, and all I sought to be was a slayer
of liches - said lich being my future son-in-law. Surely the gods smile upon us
right now, pleased with the humor of the situation!"
He thorws back his head and laughs again.
Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 08:42 AM
Hall of Dolls, Gauntlet of Heroes, Oblivion
QUOTE
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 pedestal, 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...
She had her ocarina on her, did she not? Maranda placed her hand into her bag
to find the instrument there... but she could not play it here, the dolls had
surrounded her. Maranda looked to the dollhouse, to see Arisa twirling happily
on the chimney... but while she was transfixed apon Arisa, a doll fired an
arrow at her... the pain ripped through her arm, as another doll smashed its
sword down on Maranda. She blocked it with her sword, but only just... she
could sense that another doll was about to strike down apon her... using her
free hand, she fired an area effect fire spell around the area... but the spell
drained her heavily of energy... She managed to pull herself away, as the
dolls, still in time with the music, dropped to the floor, and rolled about to
douse the flames...
She sprinted towards the doll house, as the dolls stood once more, and she put
her lips to the ocarina... the music stopped... the dolls looked expectantly at
her... and so she started playing the song... the dolls danced, and Arisa
twirled around on the chimney... a solo, she thought... she closed her eyes,
and continued to play the song, finally slowing down, and ending... she opened
her eyes, the dolls bowed, and fell limp to the ground... a voice from above
said, "Its not over yet..."
Maranda looked up to see Arisa, still in her tutu, wings coming out of her
back, gliding down to strike Maranda with her mace. She blocked this attack, as
Arisa floated back up, and fired a frost spell at Maranda, which hit her
directly, pushing her back. Her health was low... she thought to herself, as
she struggled onto her feet, and cast levitate... but then she realised... she
had no magika left...
Posted by: Rhedd May 21 2005, 08:45 AM
(The
Bryn had never been to this part of the docks before, and so it took him the
better part of the morning to find the notice board he was looking for. The
message stated that he had only a short time to make it halfway across town, to
a meeting he didn't want to miss.
*
An old woman opened the door and smiled a toothless grin at him. Under the
crooked sign that identified the shop as that of a palm reader was another that
simply stated, "closed".
Waving Bryn into the darkened door she closed it securely behind him.
Bryn's eyes, fighting to adjust to the dim light, made out the figure of a
sturdy young man sitting at the velvet-covered table.
"Good afternoon," Herwyn Brand said. "Sit down."
"I have news of Tris Gaerington," Bryn said. "News that I think
you'll be very happy to have."
The Spymaster smiled. "Wonderful. If that's so, you'll be well compensated
for your efforts."
"I've told you before," Bryn said, sliding into a chair, "I don't
give a damn about money. I just want to see him... brought to justice."
"Of course."
Bryn leaned back in his chair and removed an envelope from his jacket, smiling
widely and fanning himself with the letter.
"You see, I have here a letter from him. I know where he lives."
He tossed the letter across to Herwyn's side of the table. The Spymaster did
not move to pick it up.
"Well, sir, since you aren't interested in money, you won't be
disappointed to know that I already have that bit of information. Have had for
some time now, actually."
Bryn looked stunned.
"Thank you though. Your efforts are quite appreciated. I could actually
use your help further, I think, if you're still set on seeing young Gaerington
brought to justice."
Bryn frowned. "Whatever you need."
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 08:45 AM
Slyvos looked at Gram, obviously annoyed.
'don't take light the situation you fool. You going in there could have waken
up something no one on this world is ready for.'
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 08:47 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 01:39 AM)
Gram's expresison softens some. " .. .Cute ears you
say?" he asks, looking to Loranna. "Mannish ears?"
Loranna shakes her head. Gram sighs, prompting Loranna to ask
"What? What's wrong with merrish ears?"
"Nothing, nothing ..." Gram mutters. "So she has your
eyes, then?"
"No; they're golden," Loranna answers. Gram blinks.
"Your hair, then."
"Silver like the stars."
"What does she have of you, then?"
"My healthy blush and if my eyes deceive me not, my figure when she grows
up."
Loranna's eyes twinkle over an impish grin. Gram stares at her and says
perfectly seriously "Girl, you've damned half of Tamriel two decades
hence."
"Thank you Father," Loranna growls. and suddenly Gram laughs,
making Loranna blink.
"Twenty seven years it took but you've got fire in your belly; you have
good friends it seems girl," he chuckles. "Well then, I'm a
grandfather and a widower all in one night, and all I sought to be was a slayer
of liches - said lich being my future son-in-law. Surely the gods smile
upon us right now, pleased with the humor of the situation!"
He thorws back his head and laughs again.
"Future son-in-law?" Doll asked. "Loranna, it's official
then?"
Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 08:48 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 02:45 AM)
Slyvos looked at Gram, obviously annoyed.
Slyvos: don't take light the situation you fool. You going in there could have
waken up something no one on this world is ready for.
Gram's laughter ceases and he fixes Slyvos with an appraising eye. "And
what would this be, lad? Some abomination you created before falling for my
daughter and reclaiming your beating heart?"
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 08:49 AM
'that's pretty much it... course, I couldn't even control it
then. So I doubt I could even hurt it alone now...'
Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 08:52 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 02:47 AM)
"Future son-in-law?" Doll asked. "Loranna,
it's official then?"
Gram turns to look at Loranna, raising his eyebrows. "The way you talked
it sounded like you had decided," he comments.
"Slyvos and I have talked about this," Loranna says. "We both
want a future that includes each other; we've even discussed the idea of
children of our own ..."
"Ashen-skinned Nord babies with fur?" Gram interjects, earning
himself a sharp glare from his daughter.
Gram, meanwhile, turns to look back to Slyvos. "Well lad, you're not alone
now, are you? You've the hero of southern Cyrodiil sitting right by you and
heroes who fought at
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 08:56 AM
he shakes his head, scowling.
'think of a skeletal creature the size of Numindium... think you can handle
that?'
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 08:58 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 01:56 AM)
he shakes his head, scowling.
'think of a skeletal creature the size of Numindium... think you can handle
that?'
"What weakness did you give it?" Doll asked.
Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 09:00 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 02:58 AM)
"What weakness did you give it?" Doll asked.
"And just how was it to get out? Does the tower flip over?" Gram
asks, chuckling.
"Dad, this is serious," Loranna says. "Stop egging him on."
"I am serious girl; this is a once in a lifetime chance," Gram
counters.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 09:01 AM
'one single powersource... which I stupidly put in the thing's
ribcage. Good luck getting to it... we're gonna need it if that thing get's
loose.'
Posted by: Nalion May 21 2005, 09:02 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 08:52 AM)
Gram turns to look at Loranna, raising his eyebrows.
"The way you talked it sounded like you had decided," he comments.
"Slyvos and I have talked about this," Loranna says. "We
both want a future that includes each other; we've even discussed the idea of
children of our own ..."
"Ashen-skinned Nord babies with fur?" Gram interjects, earning
himself a sharp glare from his daughter.
Gram, meanwhile, turns to look back to Slyvos. "Well lad, you're not
alone now, are you? You've the hero of southern Cyrodiil sitting right by
you and heroes who fought at
"I guess then that we have to celebrate soon, Loranna and Slyvos."
Nalion said smiling broadly. "I wish you all the best."
At Gram's comment about Slyvos's pet, the smile vanished from the mages face,
though.
"I found that underestimating an enemy might be the first step towards
failure. Overestimating one's abilities might be the second. I fear though,
from what you, Slyvos, have just told, that the current condition of the tower
might not be enough to keep such a beast safely contained."
Posted by: Aki May 21 2005, 09:04 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 03:01 AM)
'one single powersource... which I stupidly put in the thing's
ribcage. Good luck getting to it... we're gonna need it if that thing get's
loose.'
"If its made of bone and in a ribcage, i can get to it,"
Reichi said. "I break open ribcages and tear out the innards of a regular
basis..."
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 21 2005, 09:05 AM
'like I said, it's indestructible... I've tested this.'
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 09:06 AM
Radont asked around to find the elusive Dragon, for being a big
Nord the man was certainly hard to keep track of. A servant told the Knight
Protector that he could find Dragon in the stables. Radont nodded and headed in
the direction the servant indicated.
Entering the stable, Radont saw the big Nord exercising hoses, he waited for
him to finish before approaching.
"Hail, Dragon." He said in greeting.
Posted by: Aki May 21 2005, 09:09 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 03:05 AM)
'like I said, it's indestructible... I've tested this.'
"Then the key is that its BIG and thusly has a BIG ribcage, slip between
the gaps," Reichi replied.
Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 09:11 AM
Hall of Dolls, Gauntlet of Heroes, Oblivion
QUOTE
Maranda looked up to see Arisa, still in her tutu, wings coming
out of her back, gliding down to strike Maranda with her mace. She blocked this
attack, as Arisa floated back up, and fired a frost spell at Maranda, which hit
her directly, pushing her back. Her health was low... she thought to herself,
as she struggled onto her feet, and cast levitate... but then she realised...
she had no magika left...
No Magicka, almost out of health, no potions, no summons... there was nothing
she could do. Maranda dived into the doll house, avoiding a second ice blast,
and thought about things for a moment... yes, she thought, she still had
that... She looked at the Ocarina in her hands and smiled... she started
playing a song, a sad song, and before her, a Dremora appeared. She looked the
Daedroth up and down, before playing another song... all the time the house was
being hit by ice blasts... before her a Daedric Count appeared, that was more
like it, Maranda thought, as she whispered her orders to the two beings in
front of her. They begrudgingly accepted, and went to their places. Maranda
placed her lips to the instrument once more, and played the waltz again. She
stood up, and looked out the window, seeing Arisa fly back to her music box,
and twirl around on the pedestal. The dolls too were dancing once again... the
Dremora and Daedric count pounced on the twirling Arisa, and took her down...
Maranda sighed, as she was transported to the next room...
Posted by: Loranna May 21 2005, 09:11 AM
Gram looks to Slyvos, then Nalion, then Aki, and says
"Indestructable or not, I've seen enough ribcages in my life to know that
something that big will have space enough for a man to get inside, if he must.
Are you not the heroes who defied the very Prince of Moonshadow herself on her
holy day? I think it's less chance and more the wind of Kyne that brought you
here today; an adventure such as this one is big enough for all of us to share
and strike our names into the history books."
"We're not here to get into the history books Dad," Loranna says.
"That never stopped heroes from being put in them," he counters.
"Future son-in-law, share with us your intimate knowledge of this fell
beast; good sirs and mighty warriors, let us set to making our plans. What
skills bring us all to this?"
"I'm the group's healer," Loranna says, and Gram's expression
darkens, a frown creasing his face.
"Loranna I'm still trying to digest a third of what you just told me; this
isn't the best time for you to put yourself in harm's way, before I have even
seen my own granddaughter ..."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 09:14 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 02:06 AM)
Radont asked around to find the elusive Dragon, for being a big
Nord the man was certainly hard to keep track of. A servant told the
Knight Protector that he could find Dragon in the stables. Radont nodded
and headed in the direction the servant indicated.
Entering the stable, Radont saw the big Nord exercising hoses, he waited for
him to finish before approaching.
"Hail, Dragon." He said in greeting.
"Hail!" Dragon responded, patting the glossy chestnut neck of his
mount. "What news?"
Posted by: Aki May 21 2005, 09:17 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 03:11 AM)
"That never stopped heroes from being put in them,"
he counters. "Future son-in-law, share with us your intimate
knowledge of this fell beast; good sirs and mighty warriors, let us set to
making our plans. What skills bring us all to this?"
"I make things dead," Reichi said simply, grinning rougishly.
"Be it by hand, or with pointy weapons..."
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 09:18 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 03:14 AM)
"Hail!" Dragon responded, patting the glossy
chestnut neck of his mount. "What news?"
"Do you know of any smithies who might have an Akaviri blade to sell? Or
perhaps a wealthy collector who might part with it for the right price? Ever
since I saw that blade the image has been burned into my eyes."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 09:21 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 02:18 AM)
"Do you know of any smithies who might have an Akaviri
blade to sell? Or perhaps a wealthy collector who might part with it for
hte right price? Ever since I saw that blade the image has been burned
into my eyes."
"There aren't two like that in Tamriel," Dragon said, stripping the
tack from his horse and polishing him with a burlap sack. "Maybe not in
Akavir itself; that blade was made by men, long ago, in another era. I do know
a way to get you one, lad."
Posted by: Shardie May 21 2005, 09:21 AM
Gauntlet Bay, Gauntlet of Heroes, Oblivion
Maranda streched out on the beachtowel, her clothes were being washed by a
scamp, as the sun beat down apon her. After a bit of healing, she was resting
on the sandy beach next to the sea of blood. strangely, she was not put off by
the smell... a cool wind blew through the palm trees, as a Dremora brought a
tall, cold drink over to her... ah, this is the life, she thought... as Meridia
appeared next to her
"Do not get too comftible, my dear servent, it is only an
intermission..." she said
"I know that... but... but it is so nice laying here in the sun..."
Maranda replied
"Well, we have restocked your potions, and repared your coat... the next
matches will begin in an hour... have fun..." Meridia said, before
dissapearing.
Maranda sighed, and wondered what the true motives of that prince were... and
why was there such a nice bay in the middle of Oblivion? She sighed, as she
undid the back of her bikini... it was no use having a tan line, afterall...
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 09:25 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 03:21 AM)
"There aren't two like that in Tamriel," Dragon
said, stripping the tack from his horse and polishing him with a burlap sack.
"Maybe not in Akavir itself; that blade was made by men, long ago,
in another era. I do know a way to get you one, lad."
"Oh?" Radont raised his eyebrows and adjusted his armor, he wasn't
used to this set yet. "Is there danger involved?" He asked hopefully.
The last couple of days of sitting around had left the young knight wanting
some adventure.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 09:27 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 02:25 AM)
"Oh?" Radont raised his eyebrows and adjusted
his armor, he wasn't used to this set yet. "Is there danger
involved?" He asked hopefully. The last couple of days of
sitting around had left the young knight wanting some adventure.
"There might be," Dragon said, raising one eyebrow himself. Dragon
had been redheaded in his younger days; his brows were still reddish, the hairs
long and curled.
"The General has been known to offer rewards to associates of the Guild
who perform tasks for us. Let me talk to her. That blade belongs in someone's
hands, not in a museum, anyway. Does that suit you?"
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 09:29 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 03:27 AM)
"There might be," Dragon said, raising one
eyebrow himself. Dragon had been redheaded in his younger days; his brows
were still reddish, the hairs long and curled.
"The General has been known to offer rewards to associates of the Guild
who perform tasks for us. Let me talk to her. That blade belongs in someone's
hands, not in a museum, anyway. Does that suit you?"
"It does, thank you." Radont wanted to test out his new rank, even
though he was the same person he felt more powerful, stronger, quicker.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 09:53 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 02:29 AM)
"It does, thank you." Radont wanted to test out
his new rank, even though he was the same person he felt more powerful,
stronger, quicker.
Allerleirauh - General Light - met with Sir Radont in her private office,
adjacent to her bedroom. The room was solid stone, hexagonal, the only windows
small and high - but lavishly furnished; the seat on which he found himself was
upholstered in deep blue brocade.
"As it happens we do have more to do than we have hands for,"
Allerleirauh said. "At its height, Solunastra was home to many
adventurers; now only the core remains. Ghosts are appearing all over
Daggerfall. Some are more malevolent, and more powerful, than others. It
appears that their strength is directly connected to the amount of unfinished
business they left behind them."
She stood up, and showed Radont a map. "You see this village here. This
village is haunted by an entire army of ghosts. Ghosts of an Orc chieftain and
his warband, who swore to take this village, but were diverted, in the wars for
Orsinium. They will not cease fighting until they succeed in wiping the village
from the map. Unless you find a way to destroy them. Are you willing to
go?"
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 09:58 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 03:53 AM)
Allerleirauh - General Light - met with Sir Radont in her
private office, adjacent to her bedroom. The room was solid stone, hexagonal,
the only windows small and high, but lavishly furnished; the seat on
which he found himself was upholstered in deep blue brocade.
"As it happens we do have more to do than we have hands for,"
Allerleirauh said. "At its height, Solunastra was home to many
adventurers; now only the core remains. Ghosts are appearing all over Daggerfall.
Some are more malevolent, and more powerful, than others. It appears that their
strength is directly connected to the amount of unfinished business they left
behind them."
She stood up, and showed Radont a map. "You see this village here. This village
is haunted by an entire army of ghosts. Ghosts of an Orc chieftain and his
warband, who swore to take this village, but were diverted, in the wars for
Orsinium. They will not cease fighting until they succeed in wiping the village
from the map. Unless you find a way to destroy them. Are you willing to
go?"
"I am willing and I will succeed. Killing the chieftain will either enrage
his minions or cause them to flee, he is probably well guarder so I may just
cut through most of them to get to him. I will return when I am victorious,
thank you for the chance to prove myself."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 10:00 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 02:58 AM)
"I am willing and I will succeed. Killing the
chieftain will either enrage his minions or cause them to flee, he is probably
well guarder so I may just cut through most of them to get to him. I will
return when I am victorious, thank you for the chance to prove myself."
"One thing," Allerleirauh said. "Don't tell Dragon where you are
going. Please."
She smiled.
"Good luck to you."
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 10:04 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 04:00 AM)
"One thing," Allerleirauh said. "Don't tell
Dragon where you are going. Please."
She smiled.
"Good luck to you."
The knight protector moved his eyebrows down in confusion, "I won't tell
him." Radont turned and left heading to the stables to saddle up his
horse, hoping Dragon wasn't still there.
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 11:22 AM
Radont made his way to Wayrest after a journey on the back of
his horse and another on the wooden deck of a large boat. He quickly made his
way to the ghost infested town, stopping only to get clear directions from a
local. The sun was setting and casted an orange glow on the landscape as he
entered the village. The streets were virtually empty and the town was deathly
quiet. The footfalls of Radont’s horse clapped on the stone road as the Knight
Protector rode through the town. A palpable sense of fear hung on the village
like a dark cloud, Radont saw a young Imperial playing near his house and
addressed him.
“You there, who is the leader of this village,” the knight asked.
“His name is Uthyn Ashham, he lives in the manor up the road.” The boy said.
“Thank you,” replied Radont, he spurred his horse on.
The young boy watched as the knight rode up to the manor and dismounted his
horse, he ran up to Radont and tugged on his armor to get his attention.
“Are you a Knight?” He asked excitedly.
Radont looked down and smiled, “I am.”
The boy grinned, “I can take care of your horse while you’re talking to Uthyn,
I’m the best horse watcher in the whole village!”
Radont nodded, “I bet you are,” he handed the reigns to the boy. “I’ll only be
a minute.”
The knight knocked on the door and waited patiently, A Nord with some Breton
features answered. He looked tired and worn as if he carried a heavy weight on
his shoulders.
“Yes?” He said to Radont.
“Good evening, sir. I am Radont, Knight Protector of the Imperial Legion, I’m
looking for someone in charge of this village.”
The Nord’s expression didn’t change, as if knight protectors were common in
this area.
“I’m in charge,” he said without emotion, “what brings you to our village,
Knight?”
Radont couldn’t shake the feeling that he had seen this man somewhere before,
rather recently.
“I heard you have a ghost problem, I’m here to take care of that.” Radont said.
This made the Nord's expression change, his spirits seemed to lift, “Please
come in, Sir Knight.”
Radont stepped through the door and followed Uthyn to a small study.
The Nord looked down as he sat, “There are ghosts of orcs bent on destroying this
village, they come every night and terrorize the villagers, I have petitioned
the higher authorities but have not received any word back, the situation has
become dire and I had lost hope until you showed up.”
Radont spoke with confidence, “Point me in the direction of these orcs and I
will rid them for you.”
“They live in an abandoned shrine just north of here, I hope you find success.”
Radont nodded and rose. Once outside, the knight took the reigns from the young
boy and handed him a few coins. “Well done, son. You’d best be getting home
now, the hour grows late.”
The boy smiled and ran back home. Radont rode to the abandoned shrine and
dismounted, tying the horse to a battered fence. The knight unsheathed his
blade, secured his tower shield to his arm and entered the shrine. It was
relatively light, which surprised the Imperial considering the occupants. He
made his way down the hall and opened a wooden door at the end.
In the cavern behind the door was the Chieftain and his orc minions. They were
visibly angry at the apparent interruption.
Radont spoke forcefully, “Hear me, undead menace. Return to your grave and be
at peace lest you feel the sting of my blade. I am a Knight Protector of the
Imperial Legion, sworn to defend the weak and bring an end to evil in this
land.”
The orcs roared with laughter as the chieftain spoke up, “You are brave for
coming here, Knight, so I will make a deal, if you defeat my warband I will
gladly return to my grave and 'be at peace' as you put it.” The orc folded his
arms.
“So be it, orc.” Radont replied coldly.
He sprinted into the midst of the warband and started cleaving. His strikes
were fast and furious as he smashed, cut, and stabbed his way through the mass.
Some orcs managed to strike the Knight with swords and maces but the Templar
armor held and absorbed most of the blows.
An orc with an evil looking curved sword swung, slicing Radont just above his
eye where his helm didn’t cover. As he bled he fought back, removing the orcs
head from his body. Only two remained, they charged the Knight but he blocked
their attacks with his shield and countered, moving fast the way Dragon had
shown him.
Almost as quickly as it had begun the battle was over. Radont, bleeding and
breathing heavily, faced the Chieftain. “I have done what you wanted,
Chieftain, now it is your turn to do as I asked.”
The orc was impressed, “You fight with the fury of an orc, Imperial, yet your
movements are smooth as if you were dancing. So be it, we return to the grave.”
The orc and the bodies of his warband shimmered and dissipated.
Radont emerged victorious, his armor was dented, his face covered in blood, and
his body ached from the strain of battle, but he held his head high as he
mounted his horse and rode back to the village.
The Knight met Uthyn and a gathering of villagers on the outskirts.
“I hope since you live that the orc menace has been taken care of.” Uthyn said
hopefully.
Radont nodded, “It is done, sir.”
Uthyn raised his hands, “Hail, Radont, Knight Protector!”
The villagers echoed the hail. It was then that Radont saw who Uthyn was, or
rather, who he reminded him of. Dragon, the Nord from Solunastra, if not for
Uthyn's Breton features they would be nearly identical.
Before Radont left he spoke with Uthyn, “Do you by chance know someone named
Dragon?”
The Nord shook his head, “No, not that I recall, why?”
“You remind me of him, you could pass for his son if not for your Breton
features. I had better be going now.”
Radont waved goodbye and made the trip back to Solunastra, he found
Allerleirauh and gave her his report also mentioning Uthyn and his similarities
with Dragon.
“They even stand the same way,” he told her.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 11:27 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 04:22 AM)
Radont made his way to Wayrest after a journey on the back of
his horse and another on the wooden deck of a large boat. He quickly made
his way to the ghost infested town, stopping only to get clear directions from
a local. The sun was setting and casted an orange glow on the landscape
as he entered the village. The streets were virtually empty and the town
was deathly quiet. The footfalls of Radont’s horse clapped on the stone
road as the Knight Protector rode through the town. A palpable
sense of fear hung on the village like a dark cloud, Radont saw a young
Imperial playing near his house and addressed him.
“You there, who is the leader of this village,” the knight asked.
“His name is Uthyn Ashham, he lives in the manor up the road.” The boy
said.
“Thank you,” replied Radont, he spurred his horse on.
The young boy watched as the knight rode up to the manor and dismounted his
horse, he ran up to Radont and tugged on his armor to get his attention.
“Are you a Knight?” He asked excitedly.
Radont looked down and smiled, “I am.”
The boy grinned, “I can take care of your horse while you’re talking to Casius,
I’m the best horse watcher in the whole village.”
Radont nodded, “I bet you are,” he handed the reigns to the boy. “I’ll
only be a minute.”
The knight knocked on the door and waited patiently, A Nord with some Breton
features answered. He looked tired and worn as if he carried a heavy
weight on his shoulders.
“Yes?” He said to Radont.
“Good evening, sir. I am Radont, Knight Protector of the Imperial Legion,
I’m looking for someone in charge of this village.”
The Nord’s expression didn’t change, as if knight protectors were common in
this area.
“I’m in charge,” he said without emotion, “what brings you to our village,
Knight?”
Radont couldn’t shake the feeling that he had seen this man somewhere before,
rather recently.
“I headr you have a ghost problem, I’m here to take care of that.” Radont
said.
This made his expression change, his spirits seemed to lift, “Please come in,
Sir Knight.”
Radont stepped through the door and followed Uthyn to a small study.
The Nord looked down as he sat, “There are ghosts of orcs bent on destroying
this village, they come every night and terrorize the villagers, I have
petitioned the higher authorities but have not received any word back, the
situation has become dire and I had lost hope until you showed up.”
Radont spoke with confidence, “Point me in the direction of these orcs and I
will rid them for you.”
“They live in an abandoned shrine just north of here, I hope you find success.”
Radont nodded and rose, he exited and mounted his horse. The knight took
the reigns from the young boy and handed him a few coins. “Well done,
son. You’d best be getting home now the hour grows late.”
The boy smiled and ran back home. Radont rode to the abandoned shrine and
dismounted, tying the horse to a battered fence. The knight unsheathed
his blade, secured his tower shield to his arm and entered the shrine. It
was relatively light, which surprised the Imperial considering the
occupants. He made his way down the hall and opened a wooden door at the
end.
In the cavern behind the door was the Chieftain and his orc minions. They
were visibly angry at the apparent interruption.
Radont spoke forcefully, “Hear me, undead menace. Return to your grave
and be at peace lest you feel the sting of my blade. I am a Knight
Protector of the Imperial Legion, sworn to defend the weak and bring an end to
any evil in this land.”
The orcs roared with laughter as the chieftain spoke up, “You are brave for
coming here, Knight so I will make a deal, if you defeat my warband I will
gladly return to my grave and “be at peace” as you put it.” The orc
folded his arms.
“So be it, orc.” Radont replied coldly.
He sprinted into the midst of the warband and started cleaving. His
strikes were fast and furious as he smashed, cut, and stabbed his way through
the mass. Some orcs managed to strike the Knight with swords and maces
but he Templar armor held and absorbed most of the blows.
An orc with an evil looking curved sword swung, slicing Radont just above his
eye where his helm didn’t cover. As he bled he fought back, removing the
orcs head from his body. Only two remained, they charged the Knight but
he blocked their attacks with his shield and countered, moving fast the way
Dragon had shown him.
Almost as quickly as it had begun the battle was over. Radont, bleeding
and breathing heavily faced the Chieftain. “I have done what you wanted,
Chieftain, now it is your turn to do as I asked.”
The orc was impressed, “You fight with the fury of an orc, Imperial, yet your
movements are smooth as if you were dancing, so be it, we return to the grave.”
The orc and the bodies of his warband shimmered and dissipated.
Radont emerged victorious, his armor was dented, his face covered in blood, and
his body ached from the strain of battle, but he held his head high as he
mounted his horse and rode back to the village.
The Knight met Uthyn and a gathering of villagers on the outskirts.
“I hope since you live that the orc menace has been taken care of.” Uthyn
said hopefully.
Radont nodded, “It is done, sir.”
Uthyn raised his hands, “Hail, Radont, Knight Protector!”
The villagers echoed the hail. It was then that Radont saw who Uthyn was,
or rather, who he reminded him of. Dragon, the Nord from Solunastra, if
not for Uthyn Breton features they would be nearly identical.
Before Radont left he spoke with Uthyn, “Do you by chance know someone named
Dragon?”
The Nord shook his head, “No, not that I recall, why?”
“You remind me of him, you could pass for his son if not for your Breton
features. I had better be going now.”
Radont waved goodbye and made the trip back to Solunastra, he found
Allerleirauh and gave her his report also mentioning Uthyn and his similarities
with Dragon.
“They even stand the same way,” he told her.
"The world mends itself, when it is torn," Allerleirauh said.
"Some things slip through the cracks. Events, paths, even people. It's
safest, for most of us, not to look too closely at the cracks."
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 11:30 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 05:27 AM)
"The world mends itself, when it is torn,"
Allerleirauh said. "Some things slip through the cracks. Events, paths,
even people. It's safest, for most of us, not to look too closely at the
cracks."
"Seems like Dragon would want to know, if I had a son somewhere I would
want to know about it." The Imperial Shrugged. "Does Dragon know how
to repair armor?" Radont asked holding out his arms so she could get a
look at his dented Templar armor.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 11:36 AM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 04:30 AM)
"Seems like Dragon would want to know, if I had a son
somewhere I would want to know about it." The Imperial
Shrugged. "Does Dragon know how to repair armor?" Radont
asked holding out his arms so she could get a look at his dented Templar armor.
"He does," Allerleirauh said. "And so do I. Come on, I could use
the exercise."
She led him down to the basement. On the same level as the sparring area and
the armory was an anvil.
Posted by: Sir Radont May 21 2005, 11:41 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 05:36 AM)
"He does," Allerleirauh said. "And so do I.
Come on, I could use the exercise."
She led him down to the basement. On the same level as the sparring area and
the armory was an anvil.
Radont pulled off his amor and set it near the anvil, "How's the orphanage
doing?" He asked as Allerleirauh went to work on his armor. He was wary at
first but tried not to show it, his Templar armor was a part of him.
Allerleirauh was obvioulsy skilled so Radont relaxed.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 21 2005, 12:20 PM
QUOTE(Sir Radont @ May 21 2005, 04:41 AM)
Radont pulled off his amor and set it near the anvil,
"How's the orphanage doing?" He asked as Allerleirauh went to
work on his armor. He was wary at first but tried not to show it, his
Templar armor was a part of him. Allerleirauh was obvioulsy skilled so
Radont relaxed.
She didn't talk while working, so she didn't answer him until the first piece
was finished.
"Everything's in confusion at the orphanage because of the ghosts. I'm
afraid the other children are trying to blame Tamne, because she's an Azurite.
And it's difficult to lay their fears to rest by explaining the truth. Apart
from that, I think everything is going well. I need more trustworthy employees,
but that's always true."
Posted by: dentris May 21 2005, 05:08 PM
Solstheim
Last of the frozen land adventurer, P'Rassha the Cathay-raht Khajjit, a
professional rogue, storyteller and adventurer. Curious about anything and
everything. Big, tall, muscular, and equipment coming from all over Tamriel.
P'Rassha weighted the old Nord physical aptitudes the whole time, and waited
for this moment before adding his own little comment.
"P'Rassha is fast, really fast. Strong and Nimble too. P'Rassha would like
to see if Gram is true to what he said, thought. To what he said to the
imperials about fighting Khajjits. But not now. P'Rassha knows we have
something else to do before.
My axe, my claws and Violetta are ready"
He pointed towards his pendant.
Posted by: Arynel May 21 2005, 07:55 PM
The next man was hard to find, normally he would be impossible
to catch, but the current state of the world allowed it. Arynel came upon a man
who was a phantom of his former self, passed on and forgotten, he was adorned
in simple peasant’s attire, and he looked towards Arynel with an expression
that hinted at shock, saying; “Why come you here, bloom of my toils?”
“So that you may be overcome, for I have left behind the delineations of my
mortal heritage,” Arynel answered, “for the garden from which the bloom does
sprout has withered with the passing of seasons, and the bloom which was once
lowly has departed and set forth root in higher soil.”
“Still your tongue, fool,” the man said, “you know not what you speak and your
lips deceive you. I pour myself out, my sweat and toil and burning consummate,
into the awaiting dirt, which these hands, mine, have worked and plowed and
arrogated, I lift you up and you are elevated as I so choose to grant you
height, and unto you I am the semblance of the holy.”
“As the father has preceded the son, the father is surpassed by the son, and so
he is exceeded by him,” Arynel said, “look now, see the plant for which the
gardener toiled has sent forth root into that which came before, that which proceeds
the gardener, so that he is no longer needed.”
“Enough, I will not be denounced by my own flesh,” the man said, “unto you I am
the semblance of the holy, perfect in every fashion.”
“You are a puzzle long passed need of solving,” Arynel said, and with a
whispered chant spirit became flesh and unto the man life was returned.
The man opened his mouth, but was not given leave to speak.
“You are a schematic fit into proper sequence as is ordained by
world-constrictor, and thus envisioned that which was once holy becomes as
unpolished stone,” Arynel said, and reaching forth the Breton placed a hand on
the man’s forehead, and he became immobile.
The man was fixed with open mouth, but was not given leave to speak.
“You are an ancient ordeal long past applicable functioning, your grave is
already dug, and awaits your presence with lustful anticipation,” Arynel said,
and with a whispered chant the man returned unto death and the hold his spirit
had to this world was shattered.
Then Arynel left that place.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 01:53 AM
QUOTE(dentris @ May 21 2005, 11:08 AM)
Solstheim
Last of the frozen land adventurer, P'Rassha the Cathay-raht Khajjit, a
professional rogue, storyteller and adventurer. Curious about anything and
everything. Big, tall, muscular, and equipment coming from all over Tamriel.
P'Rassha weighted the old Nord physical aptitudes the whole time, and waited
for this moment before adding his own little comment.
"P'Rassha is fast, really fast. Strong and Nimble too. P'Rassha would like
to see if Gram is true to what he said, thought. To what he said to the
imperials about fighting Khajjits. But not now. P'Rassha knows we have
something else to do before.
My axe, my claws and Violetta are ready"
He pointed towards his pendant.
"At least you're more polite about it, lad," Gram says with a wolfish
grin to P'rassha. "When we're finished showing this monster what we're
made of, I'll take you up on that - but after a round of drinks!"
QUOTE
"I'm the group's healer," Loranna says, and Gram's
expression darkens, a frown creasing his face.
"Loranna I'm still trying to digest a third of what you just told me; this
isn't the best time for you to put yourself in harm's way, before I have even
seen my own granddaughter ..."
Loranna glowers at Gram. "I've been in harm's way since Hearthfire,
Dad," she reminds him. "And I'm the best healer around at the moment
- you'll need that for this escapade."
Gram closes his eyes, frowning.
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 02:44 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
‘I have completed my investigation,’ said Hannbal Traven, archmagister of the
Mages Guild, entering the Queen’s study. ‘There were indeed Necromancers in the
Guild, as you worried there might be.’
‘Did they confess to plotting against me?’ Elysana asked, calmly.
‘No.’
‘I don’t suppose you would let me ask them, in my own way?’
Traven smiled. ‘You have informants of your own in the Guild. You probably know
more than I do.’
Elysana smiled back. ‘The Guild will remained closed.’
‘For the time being, until my investigation –‘
‘Our investigation.’
‘Until our investigation is complete,’ Traven corrected himself. ‘I
intend to go to Daggerfall to see how far the corruption has spread.’
‘And I will tell you what I learn here,’ said the Queen. ‘My Spymaster will
give me his latest report tomorrow morning.’
Nowhere
Somewhere
The walls were even tighter around Bosriel. She could stick out her tongue and
taste the hard, cold metal.
She summoned her strength, and screamed once again, knowing her voice would not
leave her little prison. But she had to keep fighting.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 02:46 AM
Arynel then ventured into a place where there were many people
who would come and go, and they would try to sew things with starlight, but
they were lacking needle and spool, as well as proper patterns of weaving, so
that they would toil with the mystic in a fashion that was in all ways
mechanistic. There was a man there who was in his latter years, and to him was
given much credence, for many would come to him and to them he would bestow
either duty or title, as one was due them. They would come from near and far
seeking refuge under his raiment which was solid structure laced with empirical
wisdom, and under his watch they would grow in skill and per their skill he
would grant to them honor.
Arynel approached the man, who greeted the Breton, saying, “Why come you here?
If you have need of spell or enchantment then a bag of gold will find you what
you seek. Or perhaps you wish to join us in studious exaltation? That is very
well, which is it, then?”
“I have come so that I may no longer wonder why,” Arynel said, “For I have been
here before, and this place I left long ago and now I am returned so that this
shackle may be thrown down.”
“What do you mean?” The man asked, “Many come, and many go, what business have
you with me in this place?”
“That of a child to a father who is a child no more,” Arynel said, “by which I
mean triumphant in the last, but orphan in the first, I come as one returned to
an adopting father, for the child has grown past his homestead, and no longer
may he fear it.”
“I have borne one son,” the man said, “and he is not you, no, and such a shame
it is that a father will come to outlive his child, for he had passed on years
prior, and yet I saw him with my own eyes, a day and a half a day before, he
said he would come again but he has not, and I fear he will not keep his word.”
“He has not come and he will not come, for over him I have triumphed and sent
him onward to whatever awaits,” Arynel said, “for the son has triumphed over
the father, who was father through blood, but stranger through commitment, and
you, then, at once father and grandfather, latter through blood, and former
through adoption, and despised on both accounts.”
“Enough of you,” the man said, “have you nothing but disdain for me? Then go, I
shall give you no ill tidings, you have left before and my eyes declare you
have not suffered, return from whence you came and bother me no more.”
“My suffering is as deep as the sea, which is to say I am swallowed up by the
waves,” Arynel said, “So do I come to this place so that I may throw this
weight off my neck, tell me, if you will, what is the beauty of the stars?”
The man took a moment to ponder, and then answered, “That we may see in times
of darkness.”
“You speak truthfully, but there is a better answer, and by that I shall
overcome you,” Arynel said, “the beauty of the stars is that through them we
may learn to shine ourselves.”
To this the man had no reply, and so Arynel said to him, “that which once I
feared may I fear no longer, the chains have broken and I have no more need to
wonder why.”
With that the Breton left that place.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 02:48 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 06:53 PM)
"At least you're more polite about it, lad," Gram says
with a wolfish grin to P'rassha. "When we're finished showing this
monster what we're made of, I'll take you up on that - but after a round of
drinks!"
Loranna glowers at Gram. "I've been in harm's way since Hearthfire,
Dad," she reminds him. "And I'm the best healer around at the
moment - you'll need that for this escapade."
Gram closes his eyes, frowning.
"Loranna, he has a point. It would be a pity if one of you were to
die before you got to catch up on past events," Doll said. "Mister
Pyrel, you should remain here, for your safety."
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 02:52 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 21 2005, 05:44 PM)
Nowhere
Somewhere
The walls were even tighter around Bosriel. She could stick out her
tongue and taste the hard, cold metal.
She summoned her strength, and screamed once again, knowing her voice would not
leave her little prison. But she had to keep fighting.
Quagmire
Oblivion
Vaernima alone heard the scream, and a thin smile crept across her gray face.
'All nightmares end, little one,' the Prince whispered. 'And then another
begins.'
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 03:04 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 08:48 PM)
"Loranna, he has a point. It would be a pity if one
of you were to die before you got to catch up on past events," Doll
said. "Mister Pyrel, you should remain here, for your safety."
Gram's eyebrows disappear under his mane of red hair, and Loranna chuckles.
"Now just a minute!" Gram blusters. "My safety! I've been in
scrapes ten times as dangeorus as this and -"
"Dad, you fell down the pit trap," Loranna says.
"My levitation ring wore out at just the wrong time; twas but ill fortune
and nothing more," Gram protests.
"You also walked into the cobweb trap," Loranna points out.
"Whoever heard of making lethal cobwebs?" Gram demands. "And a
lesser man would have been sliced to ribbons by that infernal trick - no
offense lad, you understand," he says to Slyvos.
"AND you fell for the welcome mat trap," Loranna concludes.
"It was covered in snow," Gram mutters, though his tone was somewhat
hushed by this point, and he was lest blustering and more glowering.
"And you were going to take on a lich in his own tower with a magic axe
and shield, a levitation ring that wears out, and a couple scrolls and potions
and no other protections?" Loranna asks.
Gram raises his eyes to the sky. "Haven't you ever heard of the close in
fast and hit them hard method of dealing with spellcasters? Limp aside I can
charge with the speed of a striking cobra when I must."
"The last guy who tried that tactic on me got frozen stiff for his
troubles and I didn't even use any magic," Loranna says. "Face it Dad
-"
"Enough; I see your point," Gram sighs. "You're coming and
taking the front or rear as is your wont, whichever it may be, and that is
that. Well this may be the first time a father and a daughter of the Pyrel line
have stood together against a monster of such strength as this so let us make
the most of this chance while we have it."
The full beard made it somewhat hard to read Gram's facial expression
sometimes; he was either smirking or grimacing, or maybe he had bit his tongue.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 03:07 AM
Slyvos looked at Gram.
'sir, I think this is the first time any duo of any kind has gone up against
this kind of thing. Course, it's not every day you fight something that damn
big..'
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 03:15 AM
Solunastra's East Wing:
If she hadn't walked in at the perfect moment, she never would have known a
thing.
"Who told you you could whip her?" Allerleirauh asked.
Tamne's little mouth was set hard, her brilliant blue eyes dry. But the child's
dark skin was red and purple with angry welts, her blouse laid across the back
of the chair. She had not knelt willingly; the headmistress had enlisted two
older students to hold her. But she had not summoned her Winged Twilight to
come to her aid either. Tamne met Allerleirauh's eyes with the fierce determination
of a child who knows she is in the right.
"These disturbances must stop," the headmistress said. "Her
pranks are growing expensive, not to mention dangerous. She breaks things,
precious things. She throws candles and dishes and live coals at the other
children. She snatched my shoe off my foot while I was walking and made me
fall."
"You may leave," Allerleirauh said. "Your services are not
needed here."
The headmistress did not depart. "I never heard of such a thing, I must
have authority to discipline the children in my care."
Allerleirauh picked up the discarded whip - a coachman's whip, she must have
borrowed it from the livery stable, for there was no such thing in the
orphanage - and flicked it expertly, with a whistling crack.
The headmistress backed towards the door. "You'll regret turning me off. I
could tell tales about this place. I'll go to the authorites and tell them
you're harboring an Azurite child..."
Dragon, who had emerged from the children's dormitory at the top of the stairs,
saw Allerleirauh let go of the whip, and the whip fall to the ground. He could
not see the look in her eyes but he knew what it was. Very slowly, Allerleirauh
raised one slender white arm to point at the ceiling. Then, slowly,
deliberately, she brought her arm down.
"Allie, don't, wait..." Dragon said, taking the steps two at a time.
Although he had no idea what he planned to do when he reached her.
Allerleirauh's finger now pointed directly at the headmistress, who had turned
her back on them to fumble with the door handle. Allerleirauh spoke a string of
power that made them feel deaf - but it wasn't deafness, it was just that even
the air was still for a moment. Then there was a quiet pop, like a person
snapping his fingers.
The headmistress was there one moment, and gone the next.
Dragon groped with numb fingers for the wall behind him. The two students who
had been holding Tamne walked into the other room as if nothing had happened.
And indeed, to them, nothing had.
"I hate it when you do that," Dragon said.
"So don't watch." Allerleirauh held out a hand to Tamne, the
shimmering blue of healing magic flickering on her fingers. "Are you all
right, child?"
"I didn't do it!" Tamne said. "What she said, what she..."
Tamne faltered, and looked confused for a moment.
"Think no more of her," Allerleirauh said. "If you say you are
innocent then I believe you. I have not known you to lie."
"The disturbances focus on the upstairs room, according to the
children," Dragon said. "A ghost, I imagine. Shall we go up
together?"
The three of them went up the stairs together, to the dormitory.
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 03:24 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 21 2005, 05:52 PM)
'All nightmares end, little one,' the Prince whispered. 'And
then another begins.'
Nowhere
Somewhere
Bosriel heard the Prince's whisper, and beat even harder against the metal
walls of her coffin.
She had the strength to tear apart a man in daedric armor with just her little
hands, but the metal would not break.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 03:26 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 08:07 PM)
Slyvos looked at Gram.
'sir, I think this is the first time any duo of any kind has gone up against
this kind of thing. Course, it's not every day you fight something that damn
big..'
"We are more than two," Doll said serenely.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 03:29 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 09:26 PM)
"We are more than two," Doll said serenely.
"And I'll grant you, I've yet to fight something quite as big as you say
this is," Gram grins. "All right then; how do you propose we best
approach the beast, lad?"
"Dad he's a good three thousand years your senior," Loranna says.
"I was never good with merish names and the word 'sir' sounds funny when
it comes from my lips," Gram says with nary a pause. "Have you a
nickname lad?"
"None I'm about to mention," Loranna mutters.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 03:38 AM
Solunastra:
"It's not just this room, it's this wall," Tamne said, happy to be
important to the older people. "This wall right here, that's where it's
strongest."
"Seal in a live cat by accident when we built the place, I wonder?"
Dragon said. "Or maybe one of those superstitious foreign workmen
sacrificed a baby on the foundations, that would explain a ghost."
"Or maybe one of them knocked his wife on the head and hid the body
here," Allerleirauh said dryly. She tapped along the wall with the hilt of
her sword. The walls were thick, and solid stone; the sound was swallowed up.
"Oh," she said, as the sound of the tapping changed. "Oh.
Dragon, do you feel that?"
"I don't," Dragon said.
Allerleirauh closed her eyes a moment, as a wash of nameless terror and misery
swept over her.
"Turn on the light!" Tamne shouted suddenly, running towards the
candlestick. "Oh. It's on."
"Stand back," Dragon said, and hefted his hammer, speaking words to
lend strength to his shoulders.
Encapsulated within the wall, as if it had grown there, was a metal coffin.
Child sized. When they saw what it was, all three of them worked to free it and
lie it flat.
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 03:41 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 06:38 PM)
Encapsulated within the wall, as if it had grown there, was a
metal coffin. Child sized. When they saw what it was, all three of them worked
to free it and lie it flat.
Bosriel felt her prison move slightly, and then fall gently. She rolled in its
confines, and felt panic rise. It was going to crush her now. Vaernima must
have tired of this torture.
With all her might, she pushed within and without. The metal groaned but did
not break.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 03:41 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 21 2005, 08:29 PM)
"And I'll grant you, I've yet to fight something quite as
big as you say this is," Gram grins. "All right then; how do
you propose we best approach the beast, lad?"
"Dad he's a good three thousand years your senior," Loranna says.
"I was never good with merish names and the word 'sir' sounds funny when
it comes from my lips," Gram says with nary a pause. "Have you
a nickname lad?"
"None I'm about to mention," Loranna mutters.
Doll stifled a giggle, imagining many nicknames no doubt much worse than the
real thing. Khajiit lent themselves to nicknames.
"This is Slyvos's creation, so he should be the one to come up with the
plan," Doll said.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 03:46 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 21 2005, 08:41 PM)
Bosriel felt her prison move slightly, and then fall
gently. She rolled in its confines, and felt panic rise. It was
going to crush her now. Vaernima must have tired of this torture.
With all her might, she pushed within and without. The metal groaned but
did not break.
"Whatever's in there is strong," Dragon said. Of the three of them,
he alone wasn't terrified. But then, he was broken, on the inside.
"Tamne, go to a safe place," Allerleirauh commanded. The child shook
her head, and did not obey.
"Girl, mind the General," Dragon said. "First run down to the
armory and fetch me my tools."
Tamne didn't want to leave, so she sent her Winged Twilight. It was the four of
them - Allerleirauh, Dragon, Tamne, and the Twilight - who were present when
they finally broke through the metal.
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 03:52 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 06:46 PM)
Tamne didn't want to leave, so she sent her Winged Twilight. It
was the four of them - Allerleirauh, Dragon, Tamne, and the Twilight -
who were present when they finally broke through the metal.
The little girl was no longer the pale creature she had been in the Void. She
was black, blacker than night, her hair, her skin, her dress. All but her eyes
which were fiery red.
When the metal began to break, she did not think it was purely her own power
that was doing it. She prepared herself for anything.
The one thing she did not expect to see was the faces she saw looking down on
her.
She stared, unable to move, so she looked like nothing so much as a blackened
corpse.
With a scream of terror, she flew into the air, using her telekinetic touch to
push one and all away from her.
She did not know where to go, but she flew out of the room. There must be a way
out.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 03:58 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 21 2005, 08:52 PM)
The little girl was no longer the pale creature she had been in
the Void. She was black, blacker than night, her hair, her skin, her
dress. All but her eyes which were fiery red.
When the metal began to break, she did not think it was purely her own power
that was doing it. She prepared herself for anything.
The one thing she did not expect to see was the faces she saw looking down on
her.
She stared, unable to move, so she looked like nothing so much as a blackened
corpse.
With a scream of terror, she flew into the air, using her telekinetic touch to
push one and all away from her.
She did not know where to go, but she flew out of the room. There must be
a way out.
Outside was a hallway connecting the dormitories of the students. They had been
sent to their rooms due to the commotion earlier; when the students saw
Bosriel, the air was filled with shrieking.
"It's a little girl!" Tamne yelled, as if the others might not have
noticed. "Lakshi, carry me!"
The Winged Twilight embraced her and took to the air, following Bosriel.
Dragon cursed and followed on foot. "You lot - back to your rooms before I
start cracking heads together!"
"Spirit," Allerleirauh called, after the small, dark figure.
"Spirit, who are you and why do you come here? What must we do to help you
find rest?"
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 04:07 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 06:58 PM)
"Spirit," Allerleirauh called, after the small,
dark figure. "Spirit, who are you and why do you come here? What
must we do to help you find rest?"
‘Allerleirauh,’ Bosriel whispered out loud, her voice shaking with fear. Leseth
had told her the name. She was to be feared.
She could fly very fast, a skill she had to learn in the Void. But unlike the
Void, this was a narrow place, the interior of a building. She needed to get
out.
Her telekinetic touch tried the doors, but she was not strong enough to open
them. Then, Bosriel saw the stairs.
As fast as she could, she shot down the stairs to the front door.
It opened.
The sunlight fell upon her like fire.
Bosriel collapsed to the ground in a faint.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 04:13 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 21 2005, 09:07 PM)
‘Allerleirauh,’ Bosriel whispered out loud, her voice shaking
with fear. Leseth had told her the name. She was to be feared.
She could fly very fast, a skill she had to learn in the Void. But unlike
the Void, this was a narrow place, the interior of a building. She needed
to get out.
Her telekinetic touch tried the doors, but she was not strong enough to open
them. Then, Bosriel saw the stairs.
As fast as she could, she shot down the stairs to the front door.
It opened.
The sunlight fell upon her like fire.
Bosriel collapsed to the ground in a faint.
"Dragon, she knows my name," Allerleirauh said. "Tamne,
stop!"
Lakshi and Tamne were following Bosriel, down the stairs and out the front
door. Allerleirauh hastened after them, to find Tamne tugging at the strange
child's arm, trying to pull her inside.
"The sunlight hurts her," Tamne said.
"A vampire child," Dragon said.
Allerleirauh frowned. She was one for split second decisions. A month earlier,
her decision would have been to separate the dainty, childlike head from its
body with one swipe of her sword. But everything had changed, since they had
found the cure for Illidan.
"Bring her inside," Allerleirauh said. "Into a room without
windows."
Dragon was already moving to obey her before the words left her mouth. He bent
to lift her, then drop her as if he had been burned.
"Cold," he said, and removed his cloak, wrapping it around his arms.
"Cold?" Allerleirauh asked. "You, a Nord, it was cold to
you?"
"Cold," Dragon repeated. "Now I know what that word means."
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 04:18 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 07:13 PM)
"Cold," Dragon repeated. "Now I know what
that word means."
The little girl's body jolted, though her sleep continued. It was a nightmare.
Something very bad.
'Please,' she whispered. 'Please, please ... Leseth ...'
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 04:23 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 21 2005, 09:18 PM)
The little girl's body jolted, though her sleep continued.
It was a nightmare. Something very bad.
'Please,' she whispered. 'Please, please ... Leseth ...'
Dragon and Allerleirauh's eyes met over the body of the child.
"Leseth," Dragon said.
"She has black skin," Allerleirauh said.
"She's not an Orc, don't be foolish."
"I'm not." Allerleirauh whispered the girl's name.
"Bosriel..."
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 04:25 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 21 2005, 08:18 PM)
The little girl's body jolted, though her sleep continued.
It was a nightmare. Something very bad.
'Please,' she whispered. 'Please, please ... Leseth ...'
The darkness in the windowless room increased, and drew together.
Great, mailed hands drew back the black hood from Leseth's black face.
"Yes," he said, his voice even deeper than usual.
"Bosriel."
He bowed to the General.
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 04:26 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 21 2005, 07:23 PM)
"I'm not." Allerleirauh whispered the girl's
name. "Bosriel..."
Bosriel heard her name from Allerleirauh and Leseth, and the nightmare drifted
away. She smiled, and slept on. For days, she had stayed awake. Not only awake,
but screaming, beating on the door, throwing her telekinetic touch blindly in
all directions.
It would take world's end to awaken her.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 04:27 AM
Slyvos looked at Loranna, Gram, and the others, ready as he'll
ever be.
'just so you guys know, the only way we can beat this thing is if someone is
willing to be a distraction...'
Posted by: Aki May 22 2005, 04:31 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 10:27 PM)
Slyvos looked at Loranna, Gram, and the others, ready as he'll
ever be.
'just so you guys know, the only way we can beat this thing is if someone is
willing to be a distraction...'
"Well, provided you guys don't take till dawn to kill the damn thing, i
can move pretty fast, so distracting won't be a problem," Reichi said.
"After that though, no garuntee."
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 04:33 AM
QUOTE(Aki @ May 21 2005, 10:31 PM)
"Well, provided you guys don't take till dawn to kill the
damn thing, i can move pretty fast, so distracting won't be a problem,"
Reichi said. "After that though, no garuntee."
"A little magic can help make you even faster," Loranna points out.
"So, we have a distraction," Gram says, before pausing. " ...
Wait; what's so important about the dawn?"
Loranna clears her throat to keep from laughing, or blushing, one of the two.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 04:48 AM
Slyvos shook his head a bit.
'guess we neglected to mention Reichi's little 'curse'. oh well... someone
explain, it's not my place.'
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 04:52 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 21 2005, 10:48 PM)
Slyvos shook his head a bit.
'guess we neglected to mention Reichi's little 'curse'. oh well... someone
explain, it's not my place.'
"He'll see presently," Loranna says, getting up. "So Reichi
distracts the monster; who then will climb int othe ribcage to -"
"Consider it done," Gram says, grinning fiercely.
" ... Fine; Reichi distracts, Gram climbs into the ribcage, I support with
magic, Slyvos does whatever else needs to be done to keep the monster from
making us into red smears on the floor," Loranna says. "Let's get
this done."
Posted by: Aki May 22 2005, 05:03 AM
With that Reichi proceeded to toss off his armor, and clothing
apart from his ever-present collar, and rings off, then he removed the ring
that prevented him from transforming at night, placing it on the collar, before
quickly removing the other. What happened when one forgot to remove rings when
transforming was....unpleasant. The fingers of a Werewolf paw/hand were
significantly bigger than a man's, or a mer's. Enough that rings
got...constrictive. "Yep, explanation comeing.....Erk...now..."
Reichi said, before dropping to his knees, his face contorted with pain.
The transformation then made it self apparent, as white fur began to grow all
over Reichi's body, there were several rather disturbing pops as bones
rearranged themselves, shortened, lengthened, forming a muzzle, digitgrade
legs, a tail, claws. The fur thickened, Reichi's crimson eyes turned to golden
ones. When the transformation completed, Reichi rolled his shoulders, and
turned back to group.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 05:10 AM
QUOTE(Aki @ May 21 2005, 11:03 PM)
With that Reichi proceeded to toss off his armor, and clothing
apart from his ever-present collar, and rings off, then he removed the ring
that prevented him from transforming at night, placing it on the collar, before
quickly removing the other. What happened when one forgot to remove rings when
transforming was....unpleasant. The fingers of a Werewolf paw/hand were
significantly bigger than a man's, or a mer's. Enough that rings
got...constrictive. "Yep, explanation comeing.....Erk...now..."
Reichi said, before dropping to his knees, his face contorted with pain.
The transformation then made it self apparent, as white fur began to grow all
over Reichi's body, there were several rather disturbing pops as bones
rearranged themselves, shortened, lengthened, forming a muzzle, digitgrade
legs, a tail, claws. The fur thickened, Reichi's crimson eyes turned to golden
ones. When the transformation completed, Reichi rolled his shoulders, and
turned back to group.
Gram blinks, his hand instinctively going for his axe when he sees Reichi
transform.
"Dad, relax; Reichi is in control of himself," Loranna says.
Gram looks at his daughter, wondering why she has developed such a fondness for
traveling with furry beastfolk. "Any other werewolves in this group I
should know about?" he demands.
"Not right now no; one left for Hammerfell a while back, one's been in Ald
Raathim with her father the werewolf hunter, and the third ... I'm pretty sure
he's back in Daggerfall right now.."
Loranna smiles a small little smile; Gram glowers a bit. " ... Heores
don't let the grass grow beneath their feet; let's get moving," he says,
firmly shunting the thoughts in his head to the back of his mind.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 05:17 AM
Slyvos sighed, not really wanting to do this, cause he was...
afraid. They re-entered the tower, and went towards the staircase downward.
'I haven't been down here in years... the last ward should still be active.'
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 05:27 AM
Arynel then came to a woman who was tall and fair, and with hair
that seemed as if it were forever windswept. Many would come to her, of all
types, but mostly men, young men, and even some hardly more than boys. To those
who came she would give courage to their hearts and speed to their feet, and
they would go forth as if backed by a great wind, and it was said with her
blessing one could not fail at their ordeals.
So Arynel came to her, and she turned to the Breton and asked, “Why do you come
here? What ordeal must you face, that you seek my blessing?”
“My ordeal is to triumph over the limits of the world, and towards that end I
have already labored, though my work is incomplete,” Arynel answered her, “I
seek not merely a blessing, but a reconciliation of aspectual providence.”
“I will bless you for your journey,” the woman said, “though I fear I can do
little else to aid you, go now, knowing always my strength is in your arm and
in your feet and in your heart.”
“You speak true, for your strength will be in me,” Arynel said, “and by that I
mean it will be fulfilled in me, so that it is mine, to become in me the
spatial horizon of transformative access.”
“How can this be?” The woman inquired of him, “What is mine is mine to give as
I will, and that I do and that I shall give unto you, but what you ask I know
not how to give.”
“You then shall not give it, but instead I shall take it, meaning find it, and
they are in fact the same,” Arynel said, “for though most readily identifiable
in anecdotes of the heroic, its mark is found within the heart of even the
simplest one whose story tells the struggles of the day-waged-war, and so
sought the mark becomes an invitation for transformative aspirations.”
“My blessing I will give to any who seek it,” the woman said, “so long as I
deem that their ordeal is worthy of such grace, now, take my blessing and be
gone, I know nothing more I can do for you.”
“Hear me,” Arynel began, “Is it not true that the trials undergone by the hero
which in turn are used as justification to his heroic state in fact follow the
same basic workings of everyday challenges, only on a higher degree? By this I
mean to each a challenge presents itself, be it war on distant shores or the threat
of long distances awaiting travel, or saving gold enough to buy food or
managing finances so as to prevent a collapse if monetary affairs go awry, even
children must face the ordeal of becoming accustomed to the complex interwoven
mores and social stratagems of a society. Continuing, once identified each one
attempts to overcome the challenge placed before them, and often times, and in
both cases, the final solution, if one is found, is perhaps not expected or
planned out at the first, but stems from quick thinking and perhaps a bit of
luck.”
The woman stood silent for a moment, and then asked, “And what do you mean by
this?”
“I mean to say there is no more need to seek your blessing,” Arynel said, “for
what is your strength is now mine, for it is revealed in my comprehension,
which is itself a heroic exploit, and becomes in me a spatial aspect for the
transformative process, which is the methodology of the heroic, man meets
challenge, triumphs, and likewise overcomes himself.”
The woman again stood in silence, and then spoke, saying, “Truly it is that
this day it is you who have blessed me.”
And then the Breton left that place.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 06:01 AM
Slyvos put his hands to the doorway to the basement, and
whispered a spell, removing the ward. The large door swung open, revealing the
chamber of the basement. it was easy to see that it was enormous, as only the
head of the beast was visible; it began to stir.
It was a giant creature of bone and magic, the size of the Akulakhan approximately,
with one unfinished covering on the ribcage, allowing one to see the power
source.
The abomination moved slightly, sensing it's creator nearby. It wanted to
destroy him.
Posted by: Aki May 22 2005, 06:08 AM
Reichi leapt towards the thing, his leap carrying him onto it,
he punched the thing where it's nose would be, followqed by poking it in the
"eyes".
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 06:19 AM
QUOTE(Aki @ May 22 2005, 12:08 AM)
Reichi leapt towards the thing, his leap carrying him onto it,
he punched the thing where it's nose would be, followqed by poking it in the
"eyes".
Gram looks upon the abomination with a vague sense of awe; all posturing aside,
he really hadn't fought anything quite this big before. I was worthy of
the greatest tales of the giant-killers, greater even, for what giant-killer in
days past had ever faced a monstrosity of bone and magic such as this?
He sees Reishi fly into the thing's face and feels a surge of respect for the
daring werewolf; he could hardly have come up with a better distraction
himself, though it was a pity werewolves could not speak and thus Reichi could
not give voice to a proper battle cry. Still, one can't complain about small
things.
He hears Loranna chanting, and feels magic wash over him, invigorating his
limbs; he sees Reichi swathed in the glow of protective spells. He moves with
surprising grace, noting absently that Loranna had added a Chameleon effect to
the spells affecting him. Smart girl ...
His ring had recharged some by this point; Gram calls upon its magic to aid his
climb, trusting to Reichi to keep the beast occupied so it won't feel him until
too late. He grips Frostkiss, grinning; this giant would know the chill touch
of Skyrim's wind in its black heart soon enough.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 06:43 AM
The abomination raised it's arm up surprisingly fast for
something it's size, making a sweeping hit across the platform, and shaking
it's skeletal head to try and dislodge the werewolf attacking it.
Slyvos waited for his opportunity, and said one of the few command words for it
that worked.
'STOP!'
it paused for just a brief moment, before continuing it's rampage.
Posted by: Aki May 22 2005, 06:47 AM
Reichi continued poking the thing in the eyes, crawling over its
head, and such. He went to what was its' ear and barked over and over. Managing
to reproduce the same annoying repeated yapping of a small dog. The thing
however, seemed smart enough to punch itself in the face.
Stupid smart bone golem thing.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 07:00 AM
QUOTE(Aki @ May 22 2005, 12:47 AM)
Reichi continued poking the thing in the eyes, crawling over its
head, and such. He went to what was its' ear and barked over and over. Managing
to reproduce the same annoying repeated yapping of a small dog. The thing
however, seemed smart enough to punch itself in the face.
Stupid smart bone golem thing.
Gram reaches the ribcage area, and can see the power source within, just as
Slyvos had described. Thus far, Reichi's distraction and Loranna's chameleon
spell were working well; the monstrosity showed no signs of knowing he was
there.
However, given the way the construct was moving about, seeking to cause as much
havoc as possible, Gram sees he's going to have to steady himself on the bones
of the creature itself; if this thing is capable of feeling the way mortals
were then his presence was going to be spotted. Ah well; there was nothing to
be done about it; a swift and more importantly sure stroke was what was called
for, and that meant bracing himself.
Securing his shield, Gram grabs hold and presses his feet as firmly as he can,
raising his axe ...
===
Slyvos's command had made the bone abomination pause for a brief moment, but
recognizing the warmth of life around it its natural instincts took over, and
bony fists swung wildly. There was something annoying on its face, but there
were also living things underfoot - magic casting living things.
The fist that wouldn't punch Reichi slams into the ceiling and walls, causing
stone to crumble and fall; Loranna hurriedly casts shielding spells on
everyone, then looks up to see stone descending upon her.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 07:02 AM
pie
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 07:04 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 22 2005, 12:00 AM)
The fist that wouldn't punch Reichi slams into the ceiling and
walls, causing stone to crumble and fall; Loranna hurriedly casts shielding
spells on everyone, then looks up to see stone descending upon her.
"Careful, Loranna!" Doll shouted. Telekinesis was not her specialty,
but she used her best spell, to catch the falling stone and throw it to the
side.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 07:11 AM
The creature's left arm unhinged, the magic holding it releasing
so that half the arm fell, to reveal what looked like a rather odd dwemer
looking object with an ebony focusing crystal. It held that arm up, and it
began to glow, draining the Magicka of everyone around it.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 07:19 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 12:11 AM)
The creature's left arm unhinged, the magic holding it releasing
so that half the arm fell, to reveal what looked like a rather odd dwemer
looking object with an ebony focusing crystal. It held that arm up, and it
began to glow, draining the Magicka of everyone around it.
Doll gasped. Being trapped without magic was her greatest fear. She whispered a
small string of power, and slipped beneath the surface of the floor, into a
place where nothing could touch her.
It was hard to drink a potion when her throat was constricted by fear. When she
turned to look at the others, she had to blink her eyes rapidly before the
scene came in focus. From her safe place in the Void, she studied the arm, and
considered her options.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 07:28 AM
Then Arynel came to a woman of whose beauty it was said was such
as to make a man forget who he was, and go off to faraway places seeking the
rarest of things, and men would come to her bearing gifts of jewels and
flowers, and poets and artists would come and upon laying eyes on her they
would be inspired to create, and would make such works as to be awed at forever
after.
So Arynel came to this woman, who turned to him and smiled, saying, “How fare
you, and by what purpose do you come, a suitor, perhaps, or an artist, or would
you like a lesson to improve your skills at revelry?”
“I have come so that I may no longer fear coming,” Arynel said, “Too long have
I been in conflict with you, which is to say I, and that conflict I wish to
continue no longer, now, unto me do all that you will, whisper every secret
sentence to overcome my self will, and so overcome I shall triumph over my own
shortcoming.”
The woman looked at Arynel in silent pondering for a time, and then spoke,
“Very well then, behold me with your eyes, and let your heart not be held back
from desire,” and then she whispered to him all manner of things, and to each
one he replied in proper fashion, and what was done was done, and the old was
no more, for it had parted to make way for the new, which was in so many ways
the old perfected.
Once finished, Arynel spoke, saying, “Thusly have I passed beyond the walls
which were once placed around me, the barricade is no more and I go on, out
into the world without fear, for that which was once a stumbling block has
become a vibrant spring, welling up out of the depths of the earth, which is so
dear to me as to be a pulse in my heart.”
And so the Breton left that place.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 07:30 AM
Gram feels his scant magicka slip away from him like the dying
rays of the setting sun; he laughs and raises his axe. "Foolish monster;
it's the Nord in your belly you should fear, not the casters!"
The construct realizes its predictiment; Gram was right next to its power source.
It heaves itself violently, causing the floor to tremble under its weight. Gram
is shaken, as the monster wrenches its torso to and fro, trying to shake Gram
loose.
"Blast it!" Gram loses his footing and has to hook his axe on a rib
to steady himself, as he fights to get his feet back on firm footing.
===
Loranna hated having her magicka drained; she set up several defenses, by
potion and item, to prevent this from happening. The golem's device, though,
bypassed her armor's protective enchantments, and while her already active
potions could regenrate her magicka, the power of the drain was such that she
was finding herself restricted, her more powerful magics unavailable.
Another restore magicka potion could fix that, if there wasn't a small earthquake
going on at that moment; Loranna struggles to keep her footing, seeing her
father scrambling to maintain his perch.
"Dad!" she yells, casting a Fortify Agility spell at him; the floor
shakes again and she stumbles.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 07:46 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 22 2005, 12:30 AM)
Gram feels his scant magicka slip away from him like the dying
rays of the setting sun; he laughs and raises his axe. "Foolish
monster; it's the Nord in your belly you should fear, not the casters!"
The construct realizes its predictiment; Gram was right next to its power
source. It heaves itself violently, causing the floor to tremble under
its weight. Gram is shaken, as the monster wrenches its torso to and fro,
trying to shake Gram loose.
"Blast it!" Gram loses his footing and has to hook his axe on a
rib to steady himself, as he fights to get his feet back on firm footing.
===
Loranna hated having her magicka drained; she set up several defenses, by
potion and item, to prevent this from happening. The golem's device,
though, bypassed her armor's protective enchantments, and while her already
active potions could regenrate her magicka, the power of the drain was such
that she was finding herself restricted, her more powerful magics unavailable.
Another restore magicka potion could fix that, if there wasn't a small
earthquake going on at that moment; Loranna struggles to keep her footing,
seeing her father scrambling to maintain his perch.
"Dad!" she yells, casting a Fortify Agility spell at him; the floor
shakes again and she stumbles.
"I hate Nords," Doll whispered to herself, within the Void. Why did
he have to brag, when he was so near his goal? Whose idea was it to put the
stupid braggart in charge of the essential goal anyway?
Doll took a deep breath, like someone about to dive under water, and stepped
out of the Void, casting her telekinetic spells on Gram's clothing, to help him
hold his place.
Posted by: Aki May 22 2005, 07:47 AM
Reichi clung to the creature's head, and kicked it several times
to remind it of this fact. He howled loudly into it's ear before scamping over
to the arm that had revealed a Dwemeri device. He climbed onto it, reaching for
the Ebony focusing cystal thingy.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 08:00 AM
Slyvos was similiarly restrained like Loranna, unable to cast
his best spells. The abomination, in a last ditch effort, converted the drained
magicka into a ray of necromantic energies, trying to blast them all, but
unable to aim while shaking Gram off, causing it to hit the ceiling.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 08:10 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 02:00 AM)
Slyvos was similiarly restrained like Loranna, unable to cast
his best spells. The abomination, in a last ditch effort, converted the drained
magicka into a ray of necromantic energies, trying to blast them all, but
unable to aim while shaking Gram off, causing it to hit the ceiling.
Loranna casts spell absorbtion on the party as she sees the necromantic ray
flare into being, her potions overcoming the magicka drain enough to let her
cast her better spells.
Gram catches sight of Doll as he feels his clothes being grapsed as by unseen
hands, and he grins, giving the young woman a wink. "Thank you,
lass," he says, before turning to look at the power source.
Frostkiss went up, and came down in a single, swift, silent blow; the freezing
blade slices through the creature's 'heart', splitting it perfectly in two.
Gram would have roared in triumph, but the now destroyed device burst forth
with a firery blast, engulfing him in the confines of the golem's ribcage, and
catching Reichi as well as the flames immolate the golem.
And then, the blast dying down, the giant skeletal beast begins to topple,
bones raining down.
Posted by: Shardie May 22 2005, 08:12 AM
The Changerooms of Lost Souls, Gauntlet of Heroes, Oblivion
Chimes were heard, "The Gauntlet of Heroes shall resume in one minute. All
those taking part, prepare to get warped" the voice over the intercom
said, as Maranda put her newly tailored coat back on, it seems they put a
fireproof enchantment on it so it would not get burnt... how nice of them. They
had done a good job, she thought, as the lost souls drifted by her, somthing
that did not suprise her one bit. Looking around the room, she saw a number of
potions stored. She grabbed a few, and put them in her bag, three restore
Magica, and three restore health, as the minute was up, and Maranda felt
herself being warped to the next room.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 08:13 AM
Slyvos grins, before shouting to everyone.
'Get out of here now! this whole place is gonna collapse!'
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 08:19 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 01:13 AM)
Slyvos grins, before shouting to everyone.
'Get out of here now! this whole place is gonna collapse!'
Doll did not need to be told twice. But she had been trained to be the last one
out of a dangerous situation. She, as a Void Ranger, could escape at the last
possible minute.
"Hurry, everyone!" she shouted, casting a cold spell at Gram, knowing
that it wouldn't harm him.
Posted by: Aki May 22 2005, 08:20 AM
Reichi leapt off the Golem, his fur rather singed, and headed
quickly out of the basement, and the tower.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 08:21 AM
Arynel then came to a woman who was well dressed and would
normally be unapproachable, but was this moment found with her nose buried into
a blossom in a small garden. She was well dressed, with extravagant clothing
and though aged she still bore a regal beauty.
Looking up towards the Breton, her face took on a surprised expression, “What
are you doing here?” She asked, “Do you have an invitation? If you do not I
will call the guards.”
“I have come so that I may at last be at peace with my own presence,” Arynel
answered, “for as the runaway returns home, so does the child to the mother who
long ago cast him out.”
“You speak deception,” the woman said, “Truly I say that I have no borne no
children in all my years.”
“You have borne one, though you would deny it,” Arynel said, “for I am he who
was born to you, seed sewn of temptation and fruit borne of mingling moans, in
all ways illicit and bastard son and am returned to set henceforth right what
has hither for been wrong.”
The woman gasped and opened her arms as if to embrace him, but then dropped
them low instead and clenched her hands into fists, saying, “You are as a seed
which should have never been planted, I will not be held responsible for
mistakes of my childhood, for none shall know that a lowly son of a mage would
catch the heart of one such as I, be gone with you, or I shall call the
guards.”
“Call them, then, if you will, but I come and cannot be discouraged, my
presence is an omen towards mending relations, so that I am as an ambassador in
my own country,” Arynel said, “for as the son comes forth from the mother so he
leaves her, so now I return and the two, son and mother, once again are in one
place, and I come with better eyes, which have seen many things, and it is for
this that I come, so that lines ones broken may be restored, and the resulting
amalgamation culminate in resolution tuned transformation.”
“Bother me no more,” the woman said, “do what you will and be gone with you.”
“I have already bade my greetings, and extolled my tells,” Arynel said, “I am
unsure no longer, and my own presence is no more a thing of the chaotic, I am
at peace, and so adjoined are mother and son, and so I depart.”
With that, the Breton left that place.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 08:23 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:19 AM)
Doll did not need to be told twice. But she had been trained to
be the last one out of a dangerous situation. She, as a Void Ranger, could
escape at the last possible minute.
"Hurry, everyone!" she shouted, casting a cold spell at Gram,
knowing that it wouldn't harm him.
Seeing the explosion, Loranna had given voice to a wordless cry, kicking
herself for not shoring up her father with resist fire spells beforehand. She
casts a slowfall spell at him at the same time Doll cast her cold spell, and
follows that with a healing spell as Gram lands on his feet.
"HA! The day is ours!" he roars, raising his axe over his head.
"Yes it is - now get moving you old fool!" Loranna yells, casting
Fortify Speed on everyone before bolting - and dragging Gram and Slyvos along
if she has to.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 08:30 AM
Slyvos and the others hurry out of the tower, reaching the exit
just in time for it to collaspe on them after getting out.
'damn that was too freakin close...'
They watched as the tower began to collapse in on itself, the last monument to
slyvos's lich side decimated at last.
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 08:37 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 02:30 AM)
Slyvos and the others hurry out of the tower, reaching the exit
just in time for it to collaspe on them after getting out.
'damn that was too freakin close...'
They watched as the tower began to collapse in on itself, the last monument to
slyvos's lich side decimated at last.
"Aye," Loranna says, casting healing spells on everyone as she always
does after combat. "Pity about your things though dear ..." she says,
giving Slyvos a small, but warm, smile.
"Haha! Well done, everyone!" Gram laughs. "A terrible monster
destroyed and a monument to a departed lich crumbled all in one stroke!"
Loranna turns to look at her father, frowning. Gram turns to face her.
"What? We have won the day, why this long face?"
"You could have been burned to a cinder back there," Loranna mutters.
"You realize that, right?"
"Ha; my shield was with me and you and your friends were at my back,"
Gram says. "You worry too much Loranna; you always have."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 08:40 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 22 2005, 01:37 AM)
"Aye," Loranna says, casting healing spells on
everyone as she always does after combat. "Pity about your things
though dear ..." she says, giving Slyvos a small, but warm, smile.
"Haha! Well done, everyone!" Gram laughs. "A
terrible monster destroyed and a monument to a departed lich crumbled all in
one stroke!"
Loranna turns to look at her father, frowning. Gram turns to face
her. "What? We have won the day, why this long face?"
"You could have been burned to a cinder back there," Loranna
mutters. "You realize that, right?"
"Ha; my shield was with me and you and your friends were at my back,"
Gram says. "You worry too much Loranna; you always have."
"You do worry too much, Loranna," Doll said. "And I still want
to know Slyvos's nickname."
She winked at Nalion, then walked ahead, leading the way to the Skaal village
surprisingly quickly for someone with such short legs. Unlike the Nords, she
was cold.
Posted by: Nalion May 22 2005, 08:43 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 08:40 AM)
"You do worry too much, Loranna," Doll said.
"And I still want to know Slyvos's nickname."
She winked at Nalion, then walked ahead, leading the way to the Skaal village
surprisingly quickly for someone with such short legs. Unlike the Nords, she
was cold.
Nalion quickened his steps to catch up with Doll.
"You shiver, dear." he said softly and and fumbled with the clasp of
his cloak to put it around her shoulder.
"How do you feel?" the mage asked.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 08:44 AM
When the party arrived at the Skaal Village they would find
Arynel there awaiting them. The Breton had previously visited Dante, Ciel,
Aricyn and Marein Night Scar, and had now come to finish his business.
"Greetings, all," the Breton said, "once some of you had
something which I had given, and I do believe that you still have it. The
shards, pieces of a blade which we used not so long ago to end the threat of
blue dawn, I ask for them returned to me, for whatever price you are willing to
part with them."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 08:46 AM
QUOTE(Nalion @ May 22 2005, 01:43 AM)
Nalion quickened his steps to catch up with Doll.
"You shiver, dear." he said softly and and fumbled with the clasp of
his cloak to put it around her shoulder.
"How do you feel?" the mage asked.
"Warmer," Doll said. "But now you're cold. Not very
sensible."
She greeted Arynel with a nod; he was a master, but not her master.
Posted by: Shardie May 22 2005, 08:49 AM
The Hall of Illusion, Gauntlet of Heroes, Oblivion
Maranda looked around the room she was now in... It was dark, but not completly
so, she could strangly enough still see rather well. What was this she was
standing on? It looked like a black sea... but it felt solid, but like jelly to
the touch... Maranda drew her sword, and cast shock apon it... as Maranda looked
around... there seemed to be no walls... then the announcement came, followed
by cheering, "Welcome back, loyal viewers to our Gauntlet of Heroes! After
the brief inttermission show, we are back to the challange. Now who is the next
"Hero" Maranda must fight? Why, from the Provence of Cyrodiil, comes
everyones favorate nightblade," music started up in the background, the
type of battle music one would normally find in a cheesey Japanese RPG,
"Cerius!" the invisible cround cheered once more, as a blob appeared,
and slowly, but surely formed into a man, holding two daedric Shortblades in
his hands, and a strange sort of Daedric Light Armour... "I think I know
how this one will go..." she said, thinking aloud, "This is the hall
of Illusion, right, so then there will be many illusions..."
"Don't be so sure," Cerius replied, as he melted back into the jelly
like ground. Maranda readied her sword...
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 08:54 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:44 AM)
When the party arrived at the Skaal Village they would find
Arynel there awaiting them. The Breton had previously visited Dante,
Ciel, and Marein Night Scar, and had now come to finish his business.
"Greetings, all," the Breton said, "once some of you had
something which I had given, and I do believe that you still have it. The
shards, pieces of a blade which we used not so long ago to end the threat of
blue dawn, I ask for them returned to me, for whatever price you are willing to
part with them."
Gram, upon returning to the Skaal Village, had greeted the locals with the
words "We return triumphant; the lich's tower is no more. A giant beast to
tremble the walls of even the greaatest castle stood against us in the end, but
fell to the strength of heroes - now come lads and share a drink with me, for I
am thirsty and talkative, and would share my company with stout souls such as
yourselves!"
Loranna leaves Gram to his loquatious greeting, and turns to Arynel, smiling.
"Arynel dear what's this silly talk of price?" she asks, chuckling.
"You asked; that's enough. One moment ..."
With a wink, Loranna rubs Jazbet's ring, and turns invisible; she fades into
view a moment later, bearing a metal shard. "Here."
Posted by: Dagoth Lich May 22 2005, 08:56 AM
Slyvos just looks at Gram, intending to talk to the man later.
He sighed, knowing that at least the man was better then his own father.
'well, looks like that old tower isn't going to be a refuge anymore...'
Posted by: Nalion May 22 2005, 08:58 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 08:44 AM)
When the party arrived at the Skaal Village they would find
Arynel there awaiting them. The Breton had previously visited Dante, Ciel,
and Marein Night Scar, and had now come to finish his business.
"Greetings, all," the Breton said, "once some of you had
something which I had given, and I do believe that you still have it. The
shards, pieces of a blade which we used not so long ago to end the threat of
blue dawn, I ask for them returned to me, for whatever price you are willing to
part with them."
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 08:46 AM)
"Warmer," Doll said. "But now you're cold.
Not very sensible."
She greeted Arynel with a nod; he was a master, but not her master.
"It's all right, my robe is warm enough. And sometimes, not everything has
to be sensible. See, we're already there." Nalion answered with a smile,
then he turned to Arynel.
"Well met, my friend." he greeted him with an indicated bow.
"Yes, I still have it, I would not lose such a wondrous thing."
Nalion opened a leather cylinder in which he used to store scrolls and took out
an item wrapped in a clean piece of cloth. The mage carefully removed the cloth
and revealed one shard of Arynels sword, the shard he used to strike the Pillar
of Azura as he mantled Julianos.
He held out the shard towards Arynel.
"What was but lent shall be returned, as it was done at the end of the
blue dawn, so it shall be done now."
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:02 AM
Arynel smiled, "To you both I give my thanks, and my
graditude."
The Breton took the shards, and added them to those he had already gathered.
"I apologize, for I must be on my way."
With that the Breton turned and walked off.
***
Arynel opened the door to the guildhouse in Daggerfall, and went looking for
Allerleirauh.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 09:05 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:02 AM)
Arynel smiled, "To you both I give my thanks, and my
graditude."
The Breton took the shards, and added them to those he had already gathered.
"I apologize, for I must be on my way."
With that the Breton turned and walked off.
***
Arynel opened the door to the guildhouse in Daggerfall, and went looking for
Allerleirauh.
"There you are," Allerleirauh said, meeting Arynel on the stairway.
"It has been a day. Now I need to hire a new headmistress for the school
next door. And Dragon yelled at me for not delegating authority."
She hesitated, and fell silent, looking at him a long moment.
"You smell different."
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:07 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 01:05 AM)
"There you are," Allerleirauh said, meeting
Arynel on the stairway. "It has been a day. Now I need to hire a new
headmistress for the school next door. And Dragon yelled at me for not
delegating authority."
She hesitated, and fell silent, looking at him a long moment.
"You smell different."
"I come adorned in the semblance of the new." Arynel said, "the
shard, if you still have it, and are willing to offer it, I would ask to have
it."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 09:14 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:07 AM)
"I come adorned in the semblance of the new."
Arynel said, "the shard, if you still have it, and are willing to offer
it, I would ask to have it."
"If I give it, how shall I hold you?" Allerleirauh said, laughing as
if she was making a joke, although her brows were drawn together. "It is
yours, as it ever was."
The shard was in a pouch at her belt. She gave it to him.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:17 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 01:14 AM)
"If I give it, how shall I hold you?"
Allerleirauh said, laughing as if she was making a joke, although her brows
were drawn together. "It is yours, as it ever was."
The shard was in a pouch at her belt. She gave it to him.
He embraced her.
"I must go now, and reforge my blade." Arynel said, "I will
return when I am finished."
The Breton turned and left.
Posted by: Shardie May 22 2005, 09:18 AM
The Hall of Illusion, Gauntlet of Heroes, Oblivion
QUOTE
Maranda looked around the room she was now in... It was dark,
but not completly so, she could strangly enough still see rather well. What was
this she was standing on? It looked like a black sea... but it felt solid, but
like jelly to the touch... Maranda drew her sword, and cast shock apon it... as
Maranda looked around... there seemed to be no walls... then the announcement
came, followed by cheering, "Welcome back, loyal viewers to our Gauntlet
of Heroes! After the brief inttermission show, we are back to the challange.
Now who is the next "Hero" Maranda must fight? Why, from the Provence
of Cyrodiil, comes everyones favorate nightblade," music started up in the
background, the type of battle music one would normally find in a cheesey
Japanese RPG, "Cerius!" the invisible cround cheered once more, as a
blob appeared, and slowly, but surely formed into a man, holding two daedric
Shortblades in his hands, and a strange sort of Daedric Light Armour... "I
think I know how this one will go..." she said, thinking aloud, "This
is the hall of Illusion, right, so then there will be many illusions..."
"Don't be so sure," Cerius replied, as he melted back into the jelly
like ground. Maranda readied her sword...
To the cheesy boss music, heavy in base, Maranda looked around the room,
waiting for Cerius to reapper... "Behind you!" A voice said, as
Maranda turned, to find... nothing? A blade slashed its way through her arm,
but ignoring the pain, Maranda swung her blade around, passing through the
jelly like substance that the Nightblade was made from. But in doind so, it
made Cerius release the blade, and go back to the ground... with a lot of
effort, She Pulled the shortblade out of her sholder... and then thought of
somthing... yes, the pain was ripping through her, but an idea came to her...
what if, what if this Cerius is the room itself? Maranda Sheathed her sword,
for with only one hand being usable, it was almost imposible to fight effectivly
with it, and built up a fireball in her hand, and blasted it to the floor. The
area affect spell burnt the jelly... but semingly did nothing else... hang on,
she thought again, perhaps all of this is an illusion afterall... as she
thought of this, the pain in her arm seemed to dissapear... now she had to find
a way to dispell the illusion... wait, she thought once again, dispell...
Maranda, using both hands again, drew her sword...
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:23 AM
After a time Arynel returned to Allerleirauh, a forlorn
expression on the Breton’s face.
“It seems as though I have failed,” he said to her, “I was unable to forge the
blade, it is still in shards, even now unmade.”
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 09:31 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:23 AM)
After a time Arynel returned to Allerleirauh, a forlorn
expression on the Breton’s face.
“It seems as though I have failed,” he said to her, “I was unable to forge the
blade, it is still in shards, even now unmade.”
Allerleirauh put her arms around him.
"You aren't yet perfect? You don't stand where no one has ever stood
before? Dearest heart of my heart... should I laugh, or cry? I love you too
much to hold you back, but the same love makes me rejoice that you are still in
the same world I am, just a little..."
The sound of the passing watchmen's bell came through the window. He could feel
her draw breath, quickly, shuddering.
"I'm not asleep," she said. "He'll come, and I'm here, awake. I
should go."
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:34 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 01:31 AM)
Allerleirauh put her arms around him.
"You aren't yet perfect? You don't stand where no one has ever stood
before? Dearest heart of my heart... should I laugh, or cry? I love you
too much to hold you back, but the same love makes me rejoice that you are
still in the same world I am, just a little..."
The sound of the passing watchmen's bell came through the window. He could feel
her draw breath, quickly, shuddering.
"I'm not asleep," she said. "He'll come, and I'm here,
awake. I should go."
Arynel looked at Allerleirauh, but, being unsure as what to say, found his own
words confused him.
"He'll come?" The Breton mananged at last. "Do what you must, my
heart goes with you."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 09:38 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:34 AM)
Arynel looked at Allerleirauh, but, being unsure as what to say,
found his own words confused him.
"He'll come?" The Breton mananged at last. "Do what
you must, my heart goes with you."
"I am here," the spirit said, from within the darkened room. "Stay
or go, Aelis. My business is with him. I see you brought a sword this
time."
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:39 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 01:38 AM)
"I am here,"
the spirit said, from within the darkened room. "Stay or go, Aelis. My
business is with him. I see you brought a sword this time."
"I have the pieces," Arynel said, "Though the blade is
incomplete."
The Breton glanced at Allerleirauh.
"What do you want of me?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 09:48 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:39 AM)
"I have the pieces," Arynel said, "Though the
blade is incomplete."
The Breton glanced at Allerleirauh.
"What do you want of me?"
Allerleirauh stepped away from Arynel. Her eyes were closed, her face lightly
glazed with sweat, and her breast rose and fell rapidly with her breath.
The pale light of the gibbous moon fell across the polished floors from the
high, paned window. The spirit stepped forward into the light: a man of average
height, blue eyes and bearded, neatly attired in huntsman's clothing, with a
warrior's sword at his side.
Now he drew the sword.
"It would seem you have a problem," he said. "I told
you, there is nothing perfect in this life or the next."
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:51 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 01:48 AM)
Allerleirauh stepped away from Arynel. Her eyes were closed, her
face lightly glazed with sweat, and her breast rose and fell rapidly with her
breath.
The pale light of the gibbous moon fell across the polished floors from the
high, paned window. The spirit stepped forward into the light: a man of
average height, blue eyes and bearded, neatly attired in huntsman's clothing,
with a warrior's sword at his side.
Now he drew the sword.
"It would seem you have a problem," he said. "I told
you, there is nothing perfect in this life or the next."
"If what you say is true," Arynel began, "then what is our
purpose here? Why should we labor, if there is no fruit?"
The Breton paused, weighing his tongue, "and if there is nothing perfect,
in this life or the next, why do you come here?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 09:55 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:51 AM)
"If what you say is true," Arynel began, "then
what is our purpose here? Why should we labor, if there is no
fruit?"
The Breton paused, weighing his tongue, "and if there is nothing perfect,
in this life or the next, why do you come here?"
"Only a part of me comes here. There are words I could say to her that
would make all things right. But I don't know the words. Now, guard yourself,
for I am going to cut you into eight pieces, like your sword."
Allerleirauh's lips parted, and she gasped as if she wanted to say something,
but she did not speak.
The spirit stepped forward, sword at the ready.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 09:58 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 01:55 AM)
"Only a part of me comes here. There are words I could say
to her that would make all things right. But I don't know the words. Now, guard
yourself, for I am going to cut you into eight pieces, like your sword."
Allerleirauh's lips parted, and she gasped as if she wanted to say something,
but she did not speak.
The spirit stepped forward, sword at the ready.
"You cannot." Arynel said plainly, "for if I die, so will the
words you seek."
The Breton stood still, he did not move, he did not flinch, he only waited.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 10:02 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 02:58 AM)
"You cannot." Arynel said plainly, "for if
I die, so will the words you seek."
The Breton stood still, he did not move, he did not flinch, he only waited.
"Give me the words, if you have them, boy with the tongue like a
sword."
Now Allerleirauh opened her eyes. She looked frightened, still, but no longer
like someone trapped in a nightmare.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 10:13 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:02 AM)
"Give me the words, if you have them, boy with the tongue
like a sword."
Now Allerleirauh opened her eyes. She looked frightened, still, but no longer
like someone trapped in a nightmare.
Arynel looked at him and took a breath.
“To rule without conquering, let the king bow down before the peasant, let the
master bow down before the slave, rule through service and none will have leave
to call you unjust.” The Breton said. “To make things right with her, render
unto her the power which you wield above her, say ‘what is mine I surrender now
to you, and it is yours forever,’ and then hold power here no more.”
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 10:17 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 03:13 AM)
Arynel looked at him and took a breath.
“To rule without conquering, let the king bow down before the peasant, let the
master bow down before the slave, rule through service and none will have leave
to call you unjust.” The Breton said. “To make things right with
her, render unto her the power which you wield above her, say ‘what is mine I
surrender now to you, and it is yours forever,’ and then hold power here no
more.”
Now the spirit laughed so loud that the stones themselves shook as if the house
would fall. Allerleirauh clutched at Arynel, then loosed him, with a look that
said she would not hinder his sword arm. Her hands flew to her throat, as if
she might somehow be able to free the words trapped there.
"I will not yield my dominion, boy. Draw, and face me. Now you
die."
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 10:20 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:17 AM)
Now the spirit laughed so loud that the stones themselves shook
as if the house would fall. Allerleirauh clutched at Arynel, then loosed him,
with a look that said she would not hinder his sword arm. Her hands flew to her
throat, as if she might somehow be able to free the words trapped there.
"I will not yield my dominion, boy. Draw, and face me. Now you
die."
Arynel swallowed.
"If I shall die, here, then I ask that you grant me a passing
request," the Breton said, "Tell me of your heart's desire, for what
were you seeking, in all of your labors?"
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 10:22 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:17 AM)
Now the spirit laughed so loud that the stones themselves shook
as if the house would fall.
Downstairs, Aricyn
stood straight up from the table. He watched as his pewter mug rattled itself
onto the floor.
Above his head, the herb bundles and coneys swung wildly on the kitchen
rafters.
More than the shaking was the feeling; A feeling he couldn't quite place.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 10:36 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 03:20 AM)
Arynel swallowed.
"If I shall die, here, then I ask that you grant me a passing
request," the Breton said, "Tell me of your heart's desire, for what
were you seeking, in all of your labors?"
Ghosts suffer from strange compulsions; and it seemed Arynel had made a request
the spirit could not refuse.
"You ask to hear my dream? A dream of dominion, yes: but of freedom
within dominion, the lord serving his people, the people obeying orders that
exactly match their own deepest desires, and the desires so benevolent that no
harm can come from them. This land, this starry heart, blessed and perfected. I
dreamed that the worker should receive his wage, that the mother should cherish
her child, the wronged find justice and the wise teach wisdom, that the youth
should honor their antecedents and the father protect his children. A land
where all are heroes, yet with leisure to appreciate beauty."
As he spoke, the shards from within Arynel's cloak flew into the air, forming a
spinning wheel. The wheel turned, and became a tower. The tower elongated, and
at last was a sword, the hilt oriented towards Arynel's hand.
Allerleirauh, at long last, spoke. "Now you're going to get it, you
hypocritical bastard."
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 10:39 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:36 AM)
Ghosts suffer from strange compulsions; and it seemed
Arynel had made a request the spirit could not refuse.
"You ask to hear my dream? A dream of dominion, yes: but of
freedom within dominion, the lord serving his people, the people obeying orders
that exactly match their own deepest desires, and the desires so benevolent
that no harm can come from them. This land, this starry heart, blessed and
perfected. I dreamed that the worker should receive his wage, that the mother
should cherish her child, the wronged find justice and the wise teach wisdom,
that the youth should honor their antecedents and the father protect his
children. A land where all are heroes, yet with leisure to appreciate
beauty."
As he spoke, the shards from within Arynel's cloak flew into the air, forming a
spinning wheel. The wheel turned, and became a tower. The tower elongated, and
at last was a sword, the hilt oriented towards Arynel's hand.
Allerleirauh, at long last, spoke. "Now you're going to get it, you
hypocritical bastard."
Arynel reached out and took the sword, then looked at the spirit.
"Leave this place!" The Breton said, gripping the hilt.
Posted by: Solin May 22 2005, 10:41 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 03:17 AM)
Now the spirit laughed so loud that the stones themselves shook
as if the house would fall.
In the guild house's library, Solin sits writing a note in his book.
He raises an eyebrow as his pen jumps and creates an unsightly streak of ink
across his page. Untroubled, he merely tears out the page and begins anew.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 10:41 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 03:39 AM)
Arynel reached out and took the sword, then looked at the spirit.
"Leave this place!" The Breton said, gripping the hilt.
In reply, the spirit switched his grip on his own sword, and drove the blade
straight for Arynel's throat. He was clearly an expert swordsman, if a little
rusty.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 10:43 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:41 AM)
In reply, the spirit switched his grip on his own sword, and
drove the blade straight for Arynel's throat. He was clearly an expert
swordsman, if a little rusty.
Arynel sidestepped the attack and countered with one of his own, the Breton's
blade sliced through the air towards the spirit's upper torso.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 10:48 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 03:43 AM)
Arynel sidestepped the attack and countered with one of his own,
the Breton's blade sliced through the air towards the spirit's upper torso.
As the blade struck, the spirit gave a terrible cry, not like a man but not
like a wraith either - like some great beast, like an ancient hunting horn,
like the tolling of the biggest bell in the tower. It was a sound that seemed
as if it should be familiar, even though none present had ever heard it before.
By the time the blade had finished its sweep, the spirit was gone.
Allerleirauh fell to her knees. It was difficult to tell if she was giving
thanks, or simply fainting.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 10:49 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:48 AM)
As the blade struck, the spirit gave a terrible cry, not like a
man but not like a wraith either - like some great beast, like an ancient
hunting horn, like the tolling of the biggest bell in the tower. It was a sound
that seemed as if it should be familiar, even though none present had ever
heard it before.
By the time the blade had finished its sweep, the spirit was gone.
Allerleirauh fell to her knees. It was difficult to tell if she was giving
thanks, or simply fainting.
Arynel put away his sword and ran to Allerleirauh, embracing her.
"Are you alright?" The Breton asked.
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 10:50 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 03:49 AM)
Arynel put away his sword and ran to Allerleirauh, embracing
her.
"Are you alright?" The Breton asked.
In answer she kissed him, with great enthusiasm.
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 10:52 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 02:48 AM)
As the blade struck, the spirit gave a terrible cry, not like a
man but not like a wraith either - like some great beast, like an ancient
hunting horn, like the tolling of the biggest bell in the tower. It was a sound
that seemed as if it should be familiar, even though none present had ever
heard it before.
By the time the blade had finished its sweep, the spirit was gone.
Allerleirauh fell to her knees. It was difficult to tell if she was giving
thanks, or simply fainting.
Aricyn had just reluctantly returned to his chair, the uneasy feeling
lingering, when he heard the noise.
It took him five strides to cover the fifty steps of the staircase, and the
heavy door to Allerleirauh's room burst open before his shoulder.
His hair was plastered to his face with cold sweat as he stared at the two lone
occupants of the room.
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 10:55 AM
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 22 2005, 02:52 AM)
Aricyn had just reluctantly returned to his chair, the uneasy feeling
lingering, when he heard the noise.
It took him five strides to cover the fifty steps of the staircase, and the
heavy door to Allerleirauh's room burst open before his shoulder.
His hair was plastered to his face with cold sweat as he stared at the two lone
occupants of the room.
Arynel returned the kiss to Allerleirauh, and then looked up towards Aricyn.
"Too much has happened here," the Breton said, "Too much to
tell, and I fear I may not yet understand the whole of it. We need time to
rest."
Posted by: Allerleirauh May 22 2005, 11:01 AM
QUOTE(Arynel @ May 22 2005, 03:55 AM)
Arynel returned the kiss to Allerleirauh, and then looked up
towards Aricyn.
"Too much has happened here," the Breton said, "Too much to
tell, and I fear I may not yet understand the whole of it. We need time
to rest."
"The baby, I need to see the baby," Allerleirauh said. She knew she
was behaving slightly irrationally, but couldn't help herself. She walked right
past the two men, and found Sen-Yedda in her cradle in the next room, with
Jalian. Though Jalian had her sword out, ready for anything, Sen-Yedda greeted
her with an enormous yawn, scrunching up her fists and stretching. Allerleirauh
picked her up and buried her nose in the baby's hair.
By the time she returned to the others, she had regained her composure.
"All is well," she said, smiling. The words carried more than their
usual meaning.
"It's my hope that this may help us find a solution to the ghost problem.
In a way it's a pity we didn't think to tell him to command them, like an army,
to go away. Surely he is their natural master."
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 11:03 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 03:01 AM)
"The baby, I need to see the baby," Allerleirauh
said. She knew she was behaving slightly irrationally, but couldn't help
herself. She walked right past the two men, and found Sen-Yedda in her cradle
in the next room, with Jalian. Though Jalian had her sword out, ready for
anything, Sen-Yedda greeted her with an enormous yawn, scrunching up her fists
and stretching. Allerleirauh picked her up and buried her nose in the
baby's hair.
By the time she returned to the others, she had regained her composure.
"All is well," she said, smiling. The words carried more than
their usual meaning.
"It's my hope that this may help us find a solution to the ghost problem.
In a way it's a pity we didn't think to tell him to command them, like an army,
to go away. Surely he is their natural master."
Aricyn stood as if he were drunk. His face continued to be slick with sweat and
his eyes were wide and dark.
"What...?"
Posted by: Arynel May 22 2005, 11:04 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 22 2005, 03:01 AM)
"The baby, I need to see the baby," Allerleirauh
said. She knew she was behaving slightly irrationally, but couldn't help
herself. She walked right past the two men, and found Sen-Yedda in her cradle
in the next room, with Jalian. Though Jalian had her sword out, ready for
anything, Sen-Yedda greeted her with an enormous yawn, scrunching up her fists
and stretching. Allerleirauh picked her up and buried her nose in the
baby's hair.
By the time she returned to the others, she had regained her composure.
"All is well," she said, smiling. The words carried more than
their usual meaning.
"It's my hope that this may help us find a solution to the ghost problem.
In a way it's a pity we didn't think to tell him to command them, like an army,
to go away. Surely he is their natural master."
"Perhaps he is." Arynel said.
The Breton stood as if saved from the maws of an open abyss. He took a breath
and relaxed.
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 10:18 PM
Solunastra
Bosriel dreamed she was in the Void, rolling like a leaf in the wind around the
Guildhouse, peeking into rooms at the sleeping children, feeling her ancient
hunger grow. It would be easy enough to reach through with her telekinetic
touch and awaken one of them, lure him or her (a little blond boy with flesh
like a peach, a chubby little red-headed girl …) to a corner, to the stairs, to
some place where the angles met with possibilities, and she could drag them
into her world without so much as a cry …
In the third floor of the Guildhouse, she saw a little girl she had never seen
before. Black as a shadow. Sleeping soundly. She reached out to draw back the
covers of the bed, and then she saw the monster in the corner, watching the
girl sleep.
The girl was herself. The monster was Leseth, her only friend.
Bosriel awoke. She looked at Leseth and blinked. Where was this place?
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 10:27 PM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 22 2005, 02:18 PM)
Solunastra
Bosriel dreamed she was in the Void, rolling like a leaf in the wind around the
Guildhouse, peeking into rooms at the sleeping children, feeling her ancient
hunger grow. It would be easy enough to reach through with her
telekinetic touch and awaken one of them, lure him or her (a little blond boy
with flesh like a peach, a chubby little red-headed girl …) to a corner, to the
stairs, to some place where the angles met with possibilities, and she could
drag them into her world without so much as a cry …
In the third floor of the Guildhouse, she saw a little girl she had never seen
before. Black as a shadow. Sleeping soundly. She reached out
to draw back the covers of the bed, and then she saw the monster in the corner,
watching the girl sleep.
The girl was herself. The monster was Leseth, her only friend.
Bosriel awoke. She looked at Leseth and blinked. Where was this
place?
Leseth had quietly watched the child... the monster... sleep for hours. He had
thought her destroyed by the Eidolon. He had thought that was for the best.
Now, the ancient little girl was here, in the real world. That would make her
no longer his concern. For some reason, he could not convince himself of this.
She opened her little eyes and blinked at him, and he stared back for a moment
before speaking.
"Are you hungry?"
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 10:35 PM
Solunastra
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 22 2005, 01:27 PM)
"Are you hungry?"
'No,' said Bosriel. 'Not even a little bit.'
She sat up in bed, and breathed in deeply.
'There aren't any smells in the Void,' she said. 'How can people concentrate in
this world with so many smells in the air?'
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 10:39 PM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 22 2005, 02:35 PM)
Solunastra
'No,' said Bosriel. 'Not even a little bit.'
She sat up in bed, and breathed in deeply.
'There aren't any smells in the Void,' she said. 'How can people concentrate in
this world with so many smells in the air?'
Leseth raised on dark eyebrow at the answer, but it was an answer that pleased
him.
He sniffed through his long, sharp nose. He knew what she meant about the
smells. In the windowless room the scent all who had passed there for days
lingered in the air, along with the smells from Igba's kitchen and a faint hint
of the garden roses and the stables.
"They don't," he answered.
"Take your time."
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 10:46 PM
Solunastra
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 22 2005, 01:39 PM)
"Take your time."
Bosriel pulled the pillow to her cheek, and rubbed it gently. It smelled of
soap and wind. Carefully, she sat up and put one foot on to the ground. And
then the other.
The little girl tried to stand, but fell to the ground.
‘I have not felt ground beneath my feet for twelve hundred years,’ she said
with a steady voice, though tears were falling from her burning eyes. ‘Are they
going to kill me?’
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 10:51 PM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 22 2005, 02:46 PM)
Solunastra
Bosriel pulled the pillow to her cheek, and rubbed it gently. It smelled
of soap and wind. Carefully, she sat up and put one foot on to the
ground. And then the other.
The little girl tried to stand, but fell to the ground.
‘I have not felt ground beneath my feet for twelve hundred years,’ she said
with a steady voice, though tears were falling from her burning eyes. ‘Are they
going to kill me?’
Lesth's dark hand reached out like lightning, and he caught the frail little
girl.
"I see no need to kill you."
Extending the other huge arm from his cloak, Leseth reached around and, very
gently, hugged her.
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 10:55 PM
Solunastra
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 22 2005, 01:51 PM)
Lesth's dark hand reached out like lightning, and he caught the
frail little girl.
"I see no need to kill you."
Extending the other huge arm from his cloak, Leseth reached around and, very
gently, hugged her.
Bosriel gasped and then returned the embrace, her cold dark skin leaving blooms
of frost against Leseth's armor.
'I tried calling your name,' she sobbed. 'But I knew you couldn't hear me. No
one could hear me where I was. I'm free, Leseth. I'm finally free.'
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 11:01 PM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 22 2005, 02:55 PM)
Solunastra
Bosriel gasped and then returned the embrace, her cold dark skin leaving blooms
of frost against Leseth's armor.
'I tried calling your name,' she sobbed. 'But I knew you couldn't hear
me. No one could hear me where I was. I'm free, Leseth. I'm
finally free.'
Boxes were not the only prisons the world offered, and true freedom was as
lonely as the Void. Leseth knew this well, but he did not say it.
He only hugged her a bit harder.
"And what will you do with this freedom?"
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 11:06 PM
Solunastra
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 22 2005, 02:01 PM)
"And what will you do with this freedom?"
‘Just live,’ she said, very seriously, rubbing her hands across her eyes. ‘I
have watched people, but I know I have a lot to learn. I want to always be as
happy as I am now. And I want to be nice ... I want to be good ... if I can.’
Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo May 22 2005, 11:11 PM
Solstheim
Issa Yojimbo stood out in the cold, gazing longingly at the horizon to the
southeast.
He was happy for Loranna that she was finally reunited with Gram, but this
reminded him of his own relationships, and it made him bitter inside.
He could wait no more. He would leave, telling no one.
He crossed the frozen wastelands of Solstheim, angrily cutting any foe that crossed
his path.
Finally, the Dunmer came to Fort Frostmoth, where he set sail to his
destination.
When he arrived on Vvardenfel, his soul wept at what he saw. It was as they
said. Nearly the entire province was in smoldering ruins, leftovers from the
Blue Dawn. His spirit was crushed, but deep inside, he hoped that his mother
and sister were still alive.
All he had left was hope.
Posted by: Rhedd May 22 2005, 11:11 PM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 22 2005, 03:06 PM)
Solunastra
‘Just live,’ she said, very seriously, rubbing her hands across her eyes. ‘I
have watched people, but I know I have a lot to learn. I want to always
be as happy as I am now. And I want to be nice ... I want to be good ...
if I can.’
"To be 'good' one must have a point of reference," he said. "You
are in a good place."
"When the sun falls, I shall show you the garden."
Posted by: S'reddit May 22 2005, 11:16 PM
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 22 2005, 02:11 PM)
"To be 'good' one must have a point of reference," he
said. "You are in a good place."
"When the sun falls, I shall show you the garden."
'Thank you,' the little girl said, smiling. It was smile of pure innocence, but
her eyes still held many lifetimes of horror. 'Thank you.'
Posted by: Loranna May 22 2005, 11:46 PM
Solstheim
The night had been one of celebration, of heroic deeds recounted and song sung
as only Nords can sing, voices shaking the rafters. Gram had been laughing and
telling the story of the party's fight against the mighty lich-giant; Loranna,
Doll, and Slyvos were recounted in glowing terms while Reichi - whose werewolf
nature somehow did not make the tale, nor did Slyvos's past as the previous
owner of the tower - was spoken of as valorous and crafty, taking the fight to
the giant while Gram did climb into its belly to strike its heart in twain. The
Skaal, finally free of the shadow of the unnatural menace, gave thanks and
celebrated.
Even Loranna, who was not the most appreciative of her father's boisterousness,
found herself smiling at the party, though she did roll her eyes once or twice
when Gram found a Skaal maiden to hang on his arm. But the mead was good and
the food was hot and flavorful, and in the end she, like most people, went to
bed cheerful and content.
When morning comes, Gram wakes, yawning like a bear; he smiles in appreciation
of having slept indoors for the first time in a week, then winces as the
hangover hits. Well, that was easy enough to deal with; rising and pulling on
his pants he steps outside and dunks his head into a snowbank, then throws his
head back and breathes deeply of the fresh, crisp air, drawning breath as
though the air would vanish any moment. A moment later he was fine.
The day was promising to be a good one already; Gram decides to sit and relax
for a bit still out of doors, and finds himself a quiet little spot on the
outskirts to think, his brow furrowing in thought.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 12:50 AM
Slyvos was haunted still by the dreams of what he had done
during those past 4000 years, and they still gave him no rest. He woke up
early, only to find Gram outside as well.
'well well, looks like I'm not the only one up.'
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 12:53 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 06:50 PM)
Slyvos was haunted still by the dreams of what he had done during
those past 4000 years, and they still gave him no rest. He woke up early, only
to find Gram outside as well.
'well well, looks like I'm not the only one up.'
Gram looks over at Slyvos. "Ah, the Khajiit's awake," he says.
"I thought you'd be sleeping in, what with all the excitement."
He grins, but eyes Slyvos appraisingly, getting to his feet.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 12:54 AM
'I never sleep well, old man. Too many bad memories to haunt me.
What are you doing up?'
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 12:59 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 06:54 PM)
'I never sleep well, old man. Too many bad memories to haunt me.
What are you doing up?'
"Bad memories, eh," Gram says, his hand cupping his bearded chin.
"Aye; those can keep a man up many a night, even when in the arms of a
fair wench."
"As for myself ... I was ever an early riser," Gram continues.
"Least most of the time; some days though, not so early."
He chuckles as though he just made a really good joke.
" ... So, tell me la - er, Slyvos, just what was it that drew you and my
daughter together? She was a little sparse on that detail," Gram says,
staring evenly at Slyvos.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 01:06 AM
He looked at him, rasing an eyebrow.
'at first... it was the heartfire ball incident that drew my attention to her.
At that point it was Azura that I was interested in. Of course, those emotions
I kept locked away as a lich slipped free little by little as I observed
Loranna... until well, I can't summarize this part...
He went about telling Gram the whole story, leaving out the trivial parts.
'...and that's how it happened sorta...'
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 01:15 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 07:06 PM)
He looked at him, rasing an eyebrow.
'at first... it was the heartfire ball incident that drew my attention to her.
At that point it was Azura that I was interested in. Of course, those emotions
I kept locked away as a lich slipped free little by little as I observed
Loranna... until well, I can't summarize this part...
He went about telling Gram the whole story, leaving out the trivial parts.
'...and that's how it happened sorta...'
"Azura ..." Gram mutters, frowning. "One would have thought the
times she spent in those temples as a girl would have gotten Loranna to turn to
a good Nordic god instead of a devil. Ah well ..."
Gram's brain tries to figure out the triangle of Loranna, Jazbet, and Slyvos,
though he finds it hard to tell what to make of that situation. Still, that
Jazbet fellow was dead - even if Slyvos was using his body - with, apparently,
approval from Jazbet's ghost ...
"Bah," Gram mutters, "So you're together now and planning on
wedding ..." Gram falls silent for a second, then he mutters a bit.
Blast it, he had never been good at this sort of thing; why did he have to deal
with these issues all of a sudden.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 01:20 AM
Slyvos looked curious now.
'the question I want to ask you is... why did you abandon her?! she was just a
child, unaware of how the world worked, and you left her in a bar to pursue
your own goals!'
He was aggravated here, but was starting to calm down.
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 01:24 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 07:20 PM)
Slyvos looked curious now.
'the question I want to ask you is... why did you abandon her?! she was just a
child, unaware of how the world worked, and you left her in a bar to pursue
your own goals!'
He was aggravated here, but was starting to calm down.
Gram's face darknes, his brows knitting together angrily. "Watch your tone
lad; you're hardly in the position to be judging me. You're not without
mistakes of your own as you've admitted."
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 01:25 AM
He calmed down a bit, but was still a bit ticked.
'we've already discussed my problems now haven't we? now it's time to
acknowledge you own folly. I ask again, why did you abandon her?'
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 01:35 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 07:25 PM)
He calmed down a bit, but was still a bit ticked.
'we've already discussed my problems now haven't we? now it's time to
acknowledge you own folly. I ask again, why did you abandon her?'
"Folly!" Gram rumbles, clenching his fists. He stares at Slyvos,
looking like he's ready to knock the Khajiit's head off. For a long moment the
two stare each other down.
Then, slowly, Gram unclenches his fists. "Folly ..." he mutters.
"Lad, you have no idea ..."
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 01:37 AM
He looked at Gram, straight in the eyes.
'remember, I'm at least a several thousand years your senior, Gram. I've seen
more of this world then you will in your lifetime. And leaving your daughter
like that is just one step below what my father did to me.'
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 01:47 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 07:37 PM)
He looked at Gram, straight in the eyes.
'remember, I'm at least a several thousand years your senior, Gram. I've seen
more of this world then you will in your lifetime. And leaving your daughter
like that is just one step below what my father did to me.'
Something flickers in the back of Gram's eyes - a momentary glimpse of feelings
buried deep.
"It is not the first time a father has committed an offense against his
own children," Gram says, his tone less confrontational than before.
"And probably not the last; maybe we have more in common than I
thought."
"As for Loranna ..." he says, his lips curling into a fearsome frown.
" ... Just what possessed her to look for me again, anyway?"
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 01:51 AM
He sighed, starting to feel a bit sorry for Gram. Insanity and
Slyvos were bedfellows for quite some time themselves at one point....
'She loves everyone, Gram, though some more then others. I've never seen her
hold a grudge against anything save my darker side. And she only went looking
for you when she heard about you heading to the Skaal... but please, answer my
question, why did you leave her alone?'
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 01:57 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 07:51 PM)
He sighed, starting to feel a bit sorry for Gram. Insanity and
Slyvos were bedfellows for quite some time themselves at one point....
'She loves everyone, Gram, though some more then others. I've never seen her
hold a grudge against anything save my darker side. And she only went looking
for you when she heard about you heading to the Skaal... but please, answer my
question, why did you leave her alone?'
Gram frowns, getting a vibe from Slyvos that doesn't sit well with him; he
wasn't the sort of man to enjoy being felt sorry for.
"The simple answer, is that I simply did it," Gram says, brushing
some snow off his leg. "There was no plan to leave her behind forever, no
active intent to do anything other than what I had done many times before -
search for fame and fortune in places too dangerous to bring a child. Only that
time I went out and never found my way back to the Imperial City."
Gram looks mildly uncomfortable.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 02:02 AM
He sighed, understanding.
'I understand... though what you did was wrong, you didn't mean it to be so. I
think it's time to tell you why I'm weary of fathers like yourself... my story
of what sent me over the edge.'
He took a seat on a random boulder.
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 02:06 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 08:02 PM)
He sighed, understanding.
'I understand... though what you did was wrong, you didn't mean it to be so. I
think it's time to tell you why I'm weary of fathers like yourself... my story
of what sent me over the edge.'
He took a seat on a random boulder.
"To be honest, sir, you needn't do that," Gram mutters. "What's
past is past; why dwell on it?"
However, he sees the look in Slyvos's eye, and the words of a dead barmaid
float back to him: Three ghosts from your past, noble warrior; three, maybe
more. Be wary ...
Gram sits down. "Tell your tale," he says.
Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 02:14 AM
His eyes half-glazed over, as he began telling his story.
'I was a high ranking member of house Dagoth in my first life, long before Ur
became so corrupt. My father too, had left me and my mother, to rot alone while
he tried to fulfil his delusions of glory. She died taking care of me, killed
by her own neighbor in cold blood. My mentor in house Dagoth was killed, by
someone looking to take his place. And I was betrayed by a servant of mine. He
told my father where I was. you see, the fool had met with me once before...
and I hated him the moment I figured out who he was.'
He took a deep breath, and continued.
'He blamed me, for my mother's death; said that I was too much for her to
handle. He refused to see that he was the one who caused her death, not me. He
wanted his false vengence, and took it out on my family... my wife. He killed
her before my very eyes... then I killed him. My children died as the manor
collasped. I had lost everything, and swore vengence on the world that had
taken everything from me. That is why I became a lich, the fulfill my mad quest
for vengence. I lost track of my goal, however, caring only for power. In my
hatred... I destroyed my father's soul. He took away all I had, and I wanted to
prevent it from happening to anyone else. But I went about it all wrong..'
Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 02:34 AM
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ May 22 2005, 08:14 PM)
His eyes half-glazed over, as he began telling his story.
'I was a high ranking member of house Dagoth in my first life, long before Ur
became so corrupt. My father too, had left me and my mother, to rot alone while
he tried to fulfil his delusions of glory. She died taking care of me, killed
by her own neighbor in cold blood. My mentor in house Dagoth was killed, by
someone looking to take his place. And I was betrayed by a servant of mine. He
told my father where I was. you see, the fool had met with me once before...
and I hated him the moment I figured out who he was.'
He took a deep breath, and continued.
'He blamed me, for my mother's death; said that I was too much for her to
handle. He refused to see that he was the one who caused her death, not me. He
wanted his false vengence, and took it out on my family... my wife. He killed
her before my very eyes... then I killed him. My children died as the manor
collasped. I had lost everything, and swore vengence on the world that had
taken everything from me. That is why I became a lich, the fulfill my mad quest
for vengence. I lost track of my goal, however, caring only for power. In my
hatred... I destroyed my father's soul. He took away all I had, and I wanted to
prevent it from happening to anyone else. But I went about it all wrong..'
Gram listens, his face impassive; behind the mask of his features, his mind was
working, turning Slyvos's story over and over.
Slyvos's tale was, to be honest, what Gram would have expected from Dark Elves,
even way back all those thousands of years ago when their skin had yet to turn
as ashen as their hearts; from the sounds of it though Slyvos was not like
other Dark Elves, even beyond being in the body of a Khajiit. That was
something. The lad ... the man was obviously still deeply pained by his loss,
even after so many years, yet he sat down and talked of it with Gram now, who
he has little reason to warm up to. That, too, was something.
It may not be the courage of a hero to sit and talk frankly with a man you
dislike, but it was nonetheless a courage of some sort and Gram could respect
that, even if he felt as awkward as an ogrim trying to tiptoe through a
glassware shop when such conversations came up.
"Going about things the wrong way - that I understand," he says at
length, eyes half-closed and chin pointing downward.
" ... My stomach growls; let's leave the talking for another time,"
he says suddenly, getting up. He strides back to the village proper, putting
his thoughts on hold.
Posted by: S'reddit Yesterday, 08:13 AM
Solunastra
As night fell on Daggerfall, Bosriel let Leseth pick her up, and carry her out
to the garden. Once there, she glided out of his arms, and levitated from bloom
to bloom, savoring every scent of every blossom. By the light of the two moons,
Bosriel smelled the delicacy of black and white poppies, the spice of the fire
fern, the bittersweet of Dragon’s Tongue, the deep musky of Domica Redwort, the
lively mint of black anther, the subtlety of gold kanet, and the earthiness of
luminous rusola and violet corpinus.
The little girl touched the velvet blossoms, the tuberous stalks, the thorns,
all for the first time in more than a thousand years, and was supremely happy.
Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 11:39 PM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 22 2005, 08:34 PM)
" ... My stomach growls; let's leave the talking for
another time," he says suddenly, getting up. He strides back to the
village proper, putting his thoughts on hold.
Reichi passed Gram as the Nord headed to the village proper. The Dunmer simply
said said "Going out for breakfast," as way of a excuse, rather than
wait and see if the Nord even asked the question. He drew the Dagger of Senses
as he wandered into the snowy island.
Soon enough he came upon one of those squat, four legged porcine creatures, the
tusked bristleback boars as the Nords called them. He quickly felled the stout
boar. But that was not the end of his breakfast outing by a longshot. Reichi
began to haul the carcass back to the village where he could properly cook it
before eat it. However, a unusuall growl to his side stopped him and he dropped
the boar's body.
It was a human growl. He looked to his right to see a nordic man, a nude
one, crouched on all fours, growling at him like a wild beast. The Nord's hair
was wild and unkempt, he seemed completely unphased by his lack of clothing, or
weapon, and didn't respond to Reichis questions of "What the hell are you
doing?". The look in the man's eye betrayed no comprehension of the
words, or a recognition that Reichi was anymore than a threat or a food source.
The Nord leapt at Reichi, the Dunmer stepped to the side of the lunge, driving
the pommel of his dagger into the Nord's chin. The animalistic Nord was sent
sprawling, before lunging again, letting loose a cry that almost sounded like a
bark. Reichi this time ducked and kicked the Nord in the stomach, sending him
stumbling back.
The Nord was undetered, and yet again tried to attack Reichi. Reichi
once again sidestepped the attack, this time driving the pomel of his Dagger
into the back of the lunatic's skull, knocking him to the ground, and out cold.
Reichi grunted, before picking up his boar and continuing onward. The Nord was
lucky Reichi didn't kill him, but Reichi had to hurry, his boar was getting
cold. The colder it got, the long he'd have to cook it, and he was hungry now.
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 03:37 AM
Wayrest, Dock District, Gaerington Residence: Tris
Ymalna was so big now that none of her dresses would fit, even with the laces
undone. It was uncomfortable to go out, difficult to rise and sit. She wore a
loose gown of robin's egg blue, and over it a robe of periwinkle shot-silk
taffeta which hung from the shoulders. The colors didn't flatter her, matching,
as they did, not her eyes (which were huge and dark brown and by far her best
feature) but the circles of exhaustion under her eyes.
It might be, depending on how accurate her count was, almost a week past the
date when the baby was due. She sat primly in the tallest, straightest backed
chair in the study, the one which was easiest to rise from, and tried to keep
herself busy, so she wouldn't go insane.
"You're doing hair work," Tris said, stepping forward. He came and
went in his father's house freely, enjoying the feeling of rebellion. For some
reason his father's household had moved, this past week, from the huge
Sternhart manor, back to the smaller, elegant house near the docks where he had
been raised. Tris bent over Ymalna to look at the rows of pins, the intricate
coils and knots looped around them. "My mother used to make jewelry out of
hair too."
"It was her work that inspired me," Ymalna said, her fingers moving
like the shuttle of a loom, her brows drawn together in concentration. "I
never knew something made out of hair could be so delicate, so intricate, so
sparkling."
Tris smiled. "My father used to call it frippery, a waste of time."
"Is it so? He has not said that to me." Ymalna glanced up from her
work. "It's a pity your hair isn't longer, it's such a nice color, rare in
High Rock. I would steal some of it."
"It's long enough," Tris said. "It needs cut again."
"Does it? I thought it flattered you."
For a moment the two young people's eyes met. Then Ymalna dropped her gaze to
her work. She had gotten to a place where she needed another pair of hands to
help her remove the work from the pins and start the next part. Tris knelt in
front of her and helped her, without thinking. It was something he had done
many times before.
"I must be a very grave sinner," Ymalna said presently.
"Why say that? We've done nothing wrong."
She tied off a knot, not looking at him, feeling for words. "I cannot
pretend to know the state of your soul, sir. I was commenting upon my own,
which though it may seem pure to you, and to the world, must be very soiled
indeed, if the torments I suffer are any indication."
He had not missed the change in formality. She was shy, of course she was shy.
She was a cloistered girl, younger even than himself. And unsubtle, as
inexperienced girls are.
"They need not be torments if you regard them in the right light," he
said at last, touching her shoulder.
"In what light should I regard them?" she said. "In what light
can I be pleased by the visitations of dead babies, born so untimely that the
veins show beneath translucent skin? One was waiting for me in the cradle this
morning, when I walked in to the nursery, dreaming of my own child. The first
time it happened I screamed, and my duenna told me that all pregnant women
suffer such fancies, that I shouldn't fear, the child I bear is past the time
of the danger of miscarriage. But I still see them. Every night. What can they
be but the spirits of my own wicked desires, which are likewise stillborn? I
fear these spirits, I fear they are jealous of my baby, that they will
suffocate him and try to steal his life."
Tris, who had been reaching under her heavy dark hair to lift it, stepped back,
rebuking himself for his own thoughts.
"Leave this house," Tris said. "Move back to the Sternhart
manor. Tell Father. This house is unlucky for babies. They aren't spirits of
your fancies, but the ghosts of the many children my mother lost here. Perhaps
they mean you no harm - they are as innocent as the unborn can be - but
innocent babes are born greedy, and it may be they do envy your little one his
life. Please, Ymalna. I know what I'm talking about. Don't keep this from
Father. Say whatever it takes to make him go."
Ymalna stared at him in wonder. "I didn't think you'd believe me. Why
would you want to save my child's life? This baby is your enemy, Tris, your
rival for your father's fortune."
"I don't want my own baby brother to die!" Tris said. "What do
you think I am?"
"Oh, Tris... I'm sorry..."
Neither of them knew quite how it happened. The next moment she was pressed
against him, his arms around her. She was greedy as a babe herself, this
seventeen year old girl married to a man of sixty; greedy for his full, curving
lips, for the faint golden stubble on his cheeks and his green eyes and the
muscles of his back and his square, sturdy hands.
"Wait," Tris said, trying to catch his breath. "Wait, hold
on..."
"I'm so ugly and swollen now," Ymalna said, turning her head away.
"What was I thinking?"
"No," Tris said. "No, no, no, no. That's not it at all."
Well, he couldn't let her go on thinking such a thing, could he? With a sinking
sensation, Tris remembered the words of Emaera, his confessor in the Dibellan
temple: Don't seduce your father's pregnant wife. It's in very bad taste. Surely
it was in the worst possible taste to make love to her in a scramble of belts
and laces and sashes on the floor of his father's study in the house where he
was born. In very bad taste; but oh, so delicious.
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 03:45 AM
Wayrest, The Dome of Wayrest: Alistaire Gaerington
His feet were so swollen today that he hadn't been able to do the laces of his
shoes. His fingers felt like sausages. He flexed them. It wasn't his weight at
fault, though he was a solid man who had grown stouter as he grew older, but
his failing heart, which allowed fluid to collect in his legs, in his hands, in
his lungs.
Alistaire Gaerington bent forward in a coughing fit.
He was waiting for an audience with Her Majesty, Elysana. The ostensible reason
was a petition from the Amalgamated Guilds of Luxury Importers. But Alistaire
knew the staff here, and had sent word that he had business of a more personal
nature.
Posted by: Sheogorath Today, 03:59 AM
Northmoor, High Rock
King Gothryd had joined his grandmother Nulfaga and his children for the Fire
Festival on the 20th of Second Seed. Now their royal carriages were making
their way down south towards Daggerfall.
Gothryd listened to his children chatter about the beautiful spectacle they had
seen, but his mind was on meeting with the archmagister Hannibal Traven who was
already in his kingdom.
Posted by: Sheogorath Today, 04:15 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 23 2005, 09:45 PM)
He was waiting for an audience with Her Majesty, Elysana. The
ostensible reason was a petition from the Amalgamated Guilds of Luxury
Importers. But Alistaire knew the staff here, and had sent word that he had
business of a more personal nature.
One of Elysana's valets escorted Lord Sternhart to the orchard court, where the
Queen was inspecting the new apiary. A cloud of bees swarmed around her, but
she sampled honey from each of the hives without pause.
'Have you eaten, my lord?' the Queen of Wayrest asked, as she dismissed the
servants. Her eyes were dark from lack of sleep, but she showed no other sign
of fatigue.
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 04:22 AM
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ May 23 2005, 09:15 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
One of Elysana's valets escorted Lord Sternhart to the orchard court, where the
Queen was inspecting the new apiary. A cloud of bees swarmed around her,
but she sampled honey from each of the hives without pause.
'Have you eaten, my lord?' the Queen of Wayrest asked, as she dismissed the
servants. Her eyes were dark from lack of sleep, but she showed no other
sign of fatigue.
"Thank you, your majesty. I must be careful of my diet, at the orders of
my physician, but I think I can afford a little indulgence."
Count Sternhart bowed.
"Your majesty, my duty as Magister of the Amalgamated Guilds requires me
to present their petition, but I have a higher duty to my sovereign, and my
country. I know that your majesty would not order the Mages's Guilds closed
without sufficient reason, and I urge your majesty not to trouble herself with
these complainers. Despite the petition, the situation is far from grave. The
luxury importers can easily arrange for alternate transportation of goods. Has
your Majesty been well?"
Posted by: Sheogorath Today, 04:27 AM
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QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 23 2005, 10:22 PM)
"Your majesty, my duty as Magister of the Amalgamated
Guilds requires me to present their petition, but I have a higher duty to my
sovereign, and my country. I know that your majesty would not order the Mages's
Guilds closed without sufficient reason, and I urge your majesty not to trouble
herself with these complainers. Despite the petition, the situation is far from
grave. The luxury importers can easily arrange for alternate transportation of
goods. Has your Majesty been well?"
"Quite well, we thank your noble lordship for his concern,"
the Queen smiled and held out a honeycomb, gently shooing away the bees from
it. "I will look at the petition, though the decision when the Mages Guild
is to be reopened does not rely entirely on my wishes. Archmagister Traven is
conducting a thorough investigation, and may have to close down more Guilds in
more kingdoms before he is through ..."
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 04:30 AM
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ May 23 2005, 09:27 PM)
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"Quite well, we thank your noble lordship for his concern,"
the Queen smiled and held out a honeycomb, gently shooing away the bees from
it. "I will look at the petition, though the decision when the Mages Guild
is to be reopened does not rely entirely on my wishes. Archmagister
Traven is conducting a thorough investigation, and may have to close down more
Guilds in more kingdoms before he is through ..."
Count Sternhart nodded gravely.
He wasn't normally one to tip his hand. But the matter before them was
delicate; they might dance around it all day. "Your majesty must pardon me
for being so direct. I have not slept well recently. Does the investigation
concern ghosts?"
Posted by: Sheogorath Today, 04:43 AM
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QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 23 2005, 10:30 PM)
Count Sternhart nodded gravely.
He wasn't normally one to tip his hand. But the matter before them was
delicate; they might dance around it all day. "Your majesty must pardon
me for being so direct. I have not slept well recently. Does the investigation
concern ghosts?"
No one had ever seen Elysana look surprised or worried. That was not because
she was not human -- though that could, and has, been argued -- but because the
Queen was a master of self-control.
She instinctively turned back towards the hive, in a little gesture which
suggested she was distracted by the buzzing, but in truth gave her a moment to
compose her expression. Elysana turned back to Sternhart, her face still,
eyebrows only slightly raised.
"Yes," the Queen said simply. "What do you have to say on the
matter?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 04:50 AM
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ May 23 2005, 09:43 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
No one had ever seen Elysana look surprised or worried. That was not
because she was not human -- though that could, and has, been argued -- but
because the Queen was a master of self-control.
She instinctively turned back towards the hive, in a little gesture which
suggested she was distracted by the buzzing, but in truth gave her a moment to
compose her expression. Elysana turned back to Sternhart, her face still,
eyebrows only slightly raised.
"Yes," the Queen said simply. "What do you have to say on the
matter?"
"I thought my house was haunted," Count Sternhart said. "My
first wife's late brother visited me to ask about an account we were closing on
the day of his death. Fortunately, although I have a weak heart, my disposition
is phlegmatic, and I was not alarmed. However, the housemaids are not so easy
going. One saw her old fiancee, who had slipped and drowned in the river;
another, a creditor who had died while the debt was owning. We shifted
quarters, to the Gaerington residence by the docks, yet the disturbances
followed. Your majesty remembers the troubles that beset the city of Daggerfall
some years ago. One powerful spirit may act as a gate for many spirits. I
thought your majesty should be made aware of my household problems, in case
they are not limited to my household after all."
Posted by: Tri Today, 04:54 AM
Someone had been here recently.
Tracks, scents, traces. Broken twigs, things that had been touched recently.
He looked up again at the ruined tower in front of him, clutching the doll
again.
Posted by: Sheogorath Today, 05:00 AM
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QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 23 2005, 10:50 PM)
"I thought my house was haunted," Count
Sternhart said. "My first wife's late brother visited me to ask about an
account we were closing on the day of his death. Fortunately, although I have a
weak heart, my disposition is phlegmatic, and I was not alarmed. However, the
housemaids are not so easy going. One saw her old fiancee, who had slipped and
drowned in the river; another, a creditor who had died while the debt was
owning. We shifted quarters, to the Gaerington residence by the docks,
yet the disturbances followed. Your majesty remembers the troubles that beset
the city of Daggerfall some years ago. One powerful spirit may act as a gate
for many spirits. I thought your majesty should be made aware of my household
problems, in case they are not limited to my household after all."
"Thank you for this information, my lord," said Elysana, tasting
another drop of honey thoughtfully. "You are not alone, though the current
phenomenon is not wide spread as of yet. Who else do you know who is so
haunted? There may be a common link."
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 05:10 AM
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ May 23 2005, 10:00 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
"Thank you for this information, my lord," said Elysana, tasting
another drop of honey thoughtfully. "You are not alone, though the current
phenomenon is not wide spread as of yet. Who else do you know who is so
haunted? There may be a common link."
"I have made inquires, your Majesty. My business associates are not so
troubled, or at least they do not admit it to me. It seems that these spirits
come with unfinished business, and unfinished business may be of a sort that
does not bear the full light of day."
Count Gaerinton swallowed a bit of comb, then wiped his full, red lips with his
handkerchief.
"I will continue to make inquiries, your majesty."
Posted by: Sheogorath Today, 05:17 AM
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QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 23 2005, 11:10 PM)
"I have made inquires, your Majesty. My business associates
are not so troubled, or at least they do not admit it to me. It seems that
these spirits come with unfinished business, and unfinished business may be of
a sort that does not bear the full light of day."
Count Gaerinton swallowed a bit of comb, then wiped his full, red lips with his
handkerchief.
"I will continue to make inquiries, your majesty."
The Queen looked to the hives again: "We are like them. Our sweetest honey
locked close to our poison ..."
"You have, I think, done me a great service, bringing this information to
my attention, Count Sternhart," Elysana smiled, and held out her hand to
him. "I may have more questions for you soon."
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 05:19 AM
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ May 23 2005, 10:17 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
The Queen looked to the hives again: "We are like them. Our sweetest
honey locked close to our poison ..."
"You have, I think, done me a great service, bringing this information to
my attention, Count Sternhart," Elysana smiled, and held out her hand to
him. "I may have more questions for you soon."
Count Sternhart bowed over her hand with remarkable grace for a man of his
girth and age. He knew a dismissal when he heard one.
"I am at all times ready to serve your Majesty," he said.
Posted by: Sheogorath Today, 05:25 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 23 2005, 11:19 PM)
Count Sternhart bowed with remarkable grace for a man of his
girth and age. He knew a dismissal when he heard one.
"I am at all times ready to serve your Majesty," he said.
The Queen nodded and turned back to the hives, awaiting her Spymaster.
If both of them were haunted, the obvious common link was Tris. Obviously, the
old man wanted her to think that. But did that mean it was wrong?
She spotted a particularly slow, fat bee, the Count Sternhart of the apiary,
and she wondered, just how much poison was there in something so old, so close
to death?
Posted by: Rhedd Today, 06:02 AM
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ May 23 2005, 09:25 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
The Queen nodded and turned back to the hives, awaiting her Spymaster.
If both of them were haunted, the obvious common link was Tris.
Obviously, the old man wanted her to think that. But did that mean it was
wrong?
She spotted a particularly slow, fat bee, the Count Sternhart of the apiary,
and she wondered, just how much poison was there in something so old, so close
to death?
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
Herwyn Brand nodded curtly to the senior Gaerington as he passed him, his thick
arms full of papers and letters.
He found his queen studying the bees, and bowed.
The papers presented to the queen were exactly what she was wanting, Herwyn
knew. The reports were full of facts, numbers, and most importanly, results.
Witches were being rounded up all over the country. A true ring of necromancers
had been discovered and many of its members were already enjoying the courtesy
of Her Majesty's dungeons.
Herwyn had gathered every report of every haunting in every county for the past
month, and the list was sizable. Many, of course, had no connection to what he
knew was going on, but all were authentic.
He presented the information as a general breakdown in the 'barrier' between
the worlds of the living and the dead, and showed information that pointed to
many possible causes for such a thing. Among the reasons, however, the
unthinkable actions of Tris Gaerington were not mentioned.
The problem would be solved soon enough, and without further worry on the part
of his queen.
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 06:09 AM
Daggerfall: Tris
He should have had the grace to feel ashamed of himself. But he didn't.
He should tell Ciel. But he wasn't planning to.
If he could have counted on Ciel to lose his temper, to punch him in the nose
and bring him to his senses... but no. Ciel would be disappointed. He might
even lecture Tris, but he wouldn't hit him.
"I might need a good slap in the face, but I don't need a bloody
lecture," Tris said to himself, standing on the landing beneath the broken
stair.
He was trying not to think about the other reasons he might have for not
telling Ciel. That she was smart, and clever, and funny, and better in bed than
any woman too far along to see her own toes had any right to be. That she
understood about his father. Where else was he likely to find that?
Tris took three deep breaths, and stepped back into the broken stair. He felt
that he was forgetting something, something he would need. He hesitated,
looking out of the Void and into the Guildhouse of Solunastra, then turned and
ran at top speed.
He didn't slow down until he saw snow.
Loranna seemed to be looking for alchemical ingredients.
"Find anything good?" Tris said, stepping out next to her. "I
don't know anything about these Solstheim plants."
Wayrest, Gaerington Residence: Oro
"She had sex with him, I saw them."
"And you watched the whole thing, didn't you, you scamp? Ah, the members
of this family are all precocious. I was myself. I'd better be paying for a
girl for you before you turn out like your brother."
"I'll never turn out like him," Oro said. He was a sturdy little boy,
ruddy-skinned like his father, but with his mother's short, slightly upturned
nose. "Aren't you angry? I thought you'd be angry."
"He can't do any harm," Alistaire Gaerington said. "His seed
falls on ground that's already been sown."
"But the insult, father! Disrespect to a father is an offense before
Akatosh."
Alistaire ran his fingers through his second son's short blonde hair. "If
I lost my temper every time your brother Tris disrespected me, my heart would
have carried me off long ago. Let them do what they want. When the brat drops,
Ymalna's fortune is solidly in the family, and her part in the play is at an
end."
"I don't want a little brother," Oro said.
"You're quick to know your own interests, aren't you, my boy? Don't worry.
I won't disinherit you. My fortune should go to a child with a heart like my
own. Now, tell me, what am I going to do about my faithless wife?"
Oro frowned, his golden brows drawn together, as if he were adding figures in
his head. "I know. You'll wait until the baby comes, then pay an alchemist
to send her right off, so that it looks as if she bled to death at the
birth."
"Clever lad," Alistaire Gaerington said. "Now, run upstairs, and
finish your schoolwork."
Posted by: S'reddit Today, 06:19 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 23 2005, 09:02 PM)
He presented the information as a general breakdown in the
'barrier' between the worlds of the living and the dead, and showed information
that pointed to many possible causes for such a thing. Among the reasons,
however, the unthinkable actions of Tris Gaerington were not mentioned.
The problem would be solved soon enough, and without further worry on the part
of his queen.
The Queen listened, asked questions, and finally complimented Herwyn, if not
effusively. She expected competence and thoroughness from her men.
'Alert our spies in Daggerfall that the Archmagister is meeting with the King.
It should be an interesting meeting,' Elysana said. 'And you saw Count
Sternhart. He may be being targetted by these necromantic forces as well ... or
not. I need to know more. And that means redoubling the effort at locating his
son, whether he is innocent or guilty.'
Posted by: Rhedd Today, 06:26 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 23 2005, 10:19 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
The Queen listened, asked questions, and finally complimented Herwyn, if not
effusively. She expected competence and thoroughness from her men.
'Alert our spies in Daggerfall that the Archmagister is meeting with the
King. It should be an interesting meeting,' Elysana said. 'And you saw
Count Sternhart. He may be being targetted by these necromantic forces as
well ... or not. I need to know more. And that means redoubling the
effort at locating his son, whether he is innocent or guilty.'
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
"Of course, your Majesty.
"And, as for Count Sternhart, I have my doubts that he is being attacked
in any directed way. The ghosts seem to be connected to unfinished business,
and I suspect the Count has more of that than your average citizen.
Regardless, I already have a number of spies in his household. Your Majesty's
will shall be done."
Posted by: Loranna Today, 06:28 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 24 2005, 12:09 AM)
Daggerfall: Tris
He should have had the grace to feel ashamed of himself. But he didn't.
He should tell Ciel. But he wasn't planning to.
If he could have counted on Ciel to lose his temper, to punch him in the nose
and bring him to his senses... but no. Ciel would be disappointed. He might
even lecture Tris, but he wouldn't hit him.
"I might need a good slap in the face, but I don't need a bloody
lecture," Tris said to himself, standing on the landing beneath the
broken stair.
He was trying not to think about the other reasons he might have for not
telling Ciel. That she was smart, and clever, and funny, and better in bed than
any woman too far along to see her own toes had any right to be. That she
understood about his father. Where else was he likely to find that?
Tris took three deep breaths, and stepped back into the broken stair. He felt
that he was forgetting something, something he would need. He hesitated,
looking out of the Void and into the Guildhouse of Solunastra, then turned and
ran at top speed.
He didn't slow down until he saw snow.
Loranna seemed to be looking for alchemical ingredients.
"Find anything good?" Tris said, stepping out next to her.
"I don't know anything about these Solstheim plants."
Loranna looks over at Tris, smiling; she had left her armor and her fur boots
and mittens back in the village proper and was carrying a satchel for carrying
her discoveries.
"So far, a few things," she says. "Like these berries here;
they're practically magicka made into fruit, though I wouldn't suggest tasting
them unless you were desperate - and of very strong stomach."
"You missed all the action; we found my father sitting in one of Slyvos's
pit traps and ended up bringing the whole tower down to destory his last big
project as Evil Lich Unleashed," she says. "What's been going on in
High Rock? Arynel was by earlier to collect the shards; has anything happened
yet with that?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 06:31 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 23 2005, 11:28 PM)
Loranna looks over at Tris, smiling; she had left her armor and
her fur boots and mittens back in the village proper and was carrying a satchel
for carrying her discoveries.
"So far, a few things," she says. "Like these berries
here; they're practically magicka made into fruit, though I wouldn't suggest
tasting them unless you were desperate - and of very strong stomach."
"You missed all the action; we found my father sitting in one of Slyvos's
pit traps and ended up bringing the whole tower down to destory his last big
project as Evil Lich Unleashed," she says. "What's been going
on in High Rock? Arynel was by earlier to collect the shards; has
anything happened yet with that?"
"I haven't been there," Tris said. "I've been... running around
like an idiot, I suppose, trying to pretend there's some hope of finding a way
to fix this dilemna we're all in because of me. I wish Arynel well, he's the
one who's good at this sort of thing."
Posted by: S'reddit Today, 06:34 AM
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 23 2005, 09:26 PM)
Regardless, I already have a number of spies in his household.
Your Majesty's will shall be done."
'Oh, and I'm assuming you know this already, but my husband,' Elysana took
another taste of honey, and smiled at the flavor before continuing the thought,
'He has a new mistress. A Redguard baroness. She seems like the perfect idiotic
beauty, but we should take the usual precautions and make certain she is only
that.'
Posted by: Loranna Today, 06:37 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 24 2005, 12:31 AM)
"I haven't been there," Tris said. "I've
been... running around like an idiot, I suppose, trying to pretend there's some
hope of finding a way to fix this dilemna we're all in because of me. I wish
Arynel well, he's the one who's good at this sort of thing."
Loranna raises her eyebrows, saying "He is; I'm sure he's doing everything
he can - and will ask for help if he needs it."
Her lips curl into a small frown. "Dear, you're looking like you could use
a snowball fight," she suggests. "Everything's okay, as far as it can
be, right?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 06:41 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 23 2005, 11:37 PM)
Loranna raises her eyebrows, saying "He is; I'm sure he's
doing everything he can - and will ask for help if he needs it."
Her lips curl into a small frown. "Dear, you're looking like you could
use a snowball fight," she suggests. "Everything's okay, as far
as it can be, right?"
Tris smiled at her, a slow lazy smile. Here in the snow, his deeply tanned skin
and flushed cheeks made him look radiantly healthy.
"Let's just say I'll be avoiding confession for the next little while, and
leave it at that. And you? Are you really getting married?"
Posted by: Rhedd Today, 06:42 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 23 2005, 10:34 PM)
The Royal Dome of Wayrest, High Rock
'Oh, and I'm assuming you know this already, but my husband,' Elysana took
another taste of honey, and smiled at the flavor before continuing the thought,
'He has a new mistress. A Redguard baroness. She seems like the
perfect idiotic beauty, but we should take the usual precautions and make
certain she is only that.'
Herwyn bowed again, rather redder in the face.
Posted by: S'reddit Today, 06:46 AM
Solunastra
Bosriel’s windowless room was now filled with flowers from the garden. She had
been careful only to pick the blooms that had begun to fade and lose their
petals. It would not be good to rob her hostess’s garden of its most beautiful
flowers at their peak. Besides, they seemed to have more scent as they
withered.
‘I don’t know what to say to Allerleirauh,’ Bosriel said to Leseth,
half-sitting on her bed, trying to practice standing. ‘You say she does not
want to kill me, but she couldn’t want me here either …’
Posted by: Loranna Today, 06:48 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 24 2005, 12:41 AM)
Tris smiled at her, a slow lazy smile. Here in the snow, his
deeply tanned skin and flushed cheeks made him look radiantly healthy.
"Let's just say I'll be avoiding confession for the next little while, and
leave it at that. And you? Are you really getting married?"
Loranna finds herself wondering just what Tris has been up to; she has visions
of him popping back to the tower in Menevia and calling upon the lovely witch
Sharlian, presuming Elysana hasn't rounded her up or driven her off by now.
"Slyvos and I have talked about it," she says. "We want to spend
the rest of our lives together. I figured when things quiet down a bit again we
could have a ceremony."
She purses her lips. " ... I suppose I ought to ask my father's blessing
for this, since he's here," she says, sounding like the idea is less than
thrilling to her.
Posted by: Rhedd Today, 06:51 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 23 2005, 10:46 PM)
Solunastra
Bosriel’s windowless room was now filled with flowers from the garden.
She had been careful only to pick the blooms that had begun to fade and lose
their petals. It would not be good to rob her hostess’s garden of its
most beautiful flowers at their peak. Besides, they seemed to have more
scent as they withered.
‘I don’t know what to say to Allerleirauh,’ Bosriel said to Leseth,
half-sitting on her bed, trying to practice standing. ‘You say she does not
want to kill me, but she couldn’t want me here either …’
Solunastra
Leseth filled a place in the comfortable bedchamber just as darkly and
unmovably as the aged oak amoire beside him.
"The General can do whatever she wishes, Little One.
"Are you content here?"
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 06:52 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 23 2005, 11:48 PM)
Loranna finds herself wondering just what Tris has been up to;
she has visions of him popping back to the tower in Menevia and calling upon
the lovely witch Sharlian, presuming Elysana hasn't rounded her up or driven
her off by now.
"Slyvos and I have talked about it," she says. "We want to
spend the rest of our lives together. I figured when things quiet down a
bit again we could have a ceremony."
She purses her lips. " ... I suppose I ought to ask my father's
blessing for this, since he's here," she says, sounding like the idea is
less than thrilling to her.
"You're a widow, remember? If anyone was to give you away, it would be the
shade of poor old Jazbet. Ah, Loranna, you're charming sometimes. Quiet down so
you can have a wedding. This from the girl who threw a ball for the Dam Dog.
Why not do it up properly? It's an excuse to buy new shoes and a dress, and for
one day no one will laugh at you if you wear a tiara."
He was smiling; the sun was in his eyes, which made his expression difficult to
read.
Posted by: S'reddit Today, 06:59 AM
Solunastra
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 23 2005, 09:51 PM)
"Are you content here?"
'I want to go and see and experience everything in the world,' Bosriel said,
looking down at her feet, which still did not want to support her. It was not
that they were weak, but she did not know how to balance on them. 'When I can
walk. It is beautiful here, but I won't stay longer than I need to ...'
Posted by: Loranna Today, 07:00 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 24 2005, 12:52 AM)
"You're a widow, remember? If anyone was to give you
away, it would be the shade of poor old Jazbet. Ah, Loranna, you're charming
sometimes. Quiet down so you can have a wedding. This from the girl who threw a
ball for the Dam Dog. Why not do it up properly? It's an excuse to buy
new shoes and a dress, and for one day no one will laugh at you if you wear a
tiara."
He was smiling; the sun was in his eyes, which made his expression
difficult to read.
"I happen to like that tiara," Loranna says, giving Tris the full
force of Nordic Maiden Scorned, with hands on her hips and head tilted so that
one eye stared Tris dead on, and her lips set in a grim line - that lasts for
all of five seconds.
"Though I am liking your suggestion; it'll be a good excuse for another
party," she points out, reasonably, trying to make out Tris's expression
with little success. "Anyway, I'm done with research now, the village
shaman is waiting to tell me about Oneness and the importance of respecting the
land, and my father is hopefully showing sense enough to not rile people up.
Shall we head back and rejoin the others?"
Posted by: Rhedd Today, 07:02 AM
QUOTE(S'reddit @ May 23 2005, 10:59 PM)
Solunastra
'I want to go and see and experience everything in the world,' Bosriel said,
looking down at her feet, which still did not want to support her. It was
not that they were weak, but she did not know how to balance on them. 'When I
can walk. It is beautiful here, but I won't stay longer than I need to
...'
Leseth closed his red eyes, becoming a living silhouette.
"You are my opposite. I have seen too much of the world, and now seek the
solice of the Void, whereas you have had nothing but solitude, and seek the
world.
"I wish for you only peace, and happiness."
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 07:05 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 24 2005, 12:00 AM)
"I happen to like that tiara," Loranna says, giving
Tris the full force of Nordic Maiden Scorned, with hands on her hips and head
tilted so that one eye stared Tris dead on, and her lips set in a grim line -
that lasts for all of five seconds.
"Though I am liking your suggestion; it'll be a good excuse for another
party," she points out, reasonably, trying to make out Tris's expression
with little success. "Anyway, I'm done with research now, the
village shaman is waiting to tell me about Oneness and the importance of respecting
the land, and my father is hopefully showing sense enough to not rile people
up. Shall we head back and rejoin the others?"
Tris looped his arm through Loranna's.
"Head back to Solunastra, or back to Solstheim? I'll go with you to
Solstheim, if you'll promise me we can tell the shaman we are here to give him
hands on training in the worship of Dibella."
Posted by: S'reddit Today, 07:08 AM
Solunastra
QUOTE(Rhedd @ May 23 2005, 10:02 PM)
Leseth closed his red eyes, becoming a living silhouette.
"You are my opposite. I have seen too much of the world, and now seek the
solice of the Void, whereas you have had nothing but solitude, and seek the
world.
"I wish for you only peace, and happiness."
Bosriel smiled, and rose up into the air. Leseth had found for her a simple
white dress, a castoff from one of the girls in the dormitory, and it made her
skin and hair look even more black.
'I wish that for you too,' she said, kissing him on the cheek.
Her skin was still cool, but not as painfully cold as before. Her smile
faltered, and she felt down deep something she had not felt in a long time. It
was not strong yet, but she knew it. It was her hunger. She was no longer
sated.
Posted by: Loranna Today, 07:08 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 24 2005, 01:05 AM)
Tris looped his arm through Loranna's.
"Head back to Solunastra, or back to Solstheim? I'll go with you to
Solstheim, if you'll promise me we can tell the shaman we are here to give him
hands on training in the worship of Dibella."
Loranna slaps her forehead. "Tris! Isn't it bad enough the poor man's got
city-shaking adventurers sitting in his quiet little village - including eight
foot tall Khajiit, Accursed Mothers and their fathers, and milinia-old
kitties?"
She is, however, laughing.
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 07:11 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 24 2005, 12:08 AM)
Loranna slaps her forehead. "Tris! Isn't it bad
enough the poor man's got city-shaking adventurers sitting in his quiet little
village - including eight foot tall Khajiit, Accursed Mothers and their
fathers, and milinia-old kitties?"
She is, however, laughing.
"I was only half trying to be funny," Tris said. "The other half
is me being offended at someone trying to convert a member of my temple. I like
Dibella, she's never let me down, and this shaman and his weirdo glowing stones
and his Oneness can, to put it politely, go bugger himself."
Posted by: Loranna Today, 07:16 AM
QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ May 24 2005, 01:11 AM)
"I was only half trying to be funny," Tris said.
"The other half is me being offended at someone trying to convert a member
of my temple. I like Dibella, she's never let me down, and this shaman and his
weirdo glowing stones and his Oneness can, to put it politely, go bugger
himself."
"Tris dear, do you honestly think I'm going to change my views just
because some shaman in the middle of nowhere felt he had to educate me on The
Way Things Are?" Loranna asks, her tone becoming more serious.
"I was just going to point out that living in accordance with the land is
a great way of helping to preserve its natural beauty and leave it at
that," she adds. "And after having to deal with my father I wouldn't
be surprised if Krost is secretly hoping we'll just go away anyway."
Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 07:20 AM
QUOTE(Loranna @ May 24 2005, 12:16 AM)
"Tris dear, do you honestly think I'm going to change my
views just because some shaman in the middle of nowhere felt he had to educate
me on The Way Things Are?" Loranna asks, her tone becoming more
serious.
"I was just going to point out that living in accordance with the land is
a great way of helping to preserve its natural beauty and leave it at
that," she adds. "And after having to deal with my father I
wouldn't be surprised if Krost is secretly hoping we'll just go away
anyway."
"Ah, there are advantages to being obnoxious, you're learning, girl!"
Tris said, grinning. "Right. Where is this shaman, that I may dazzle him
with my theology? or at least my polished white teeth?"
Posted by: Rhedd Today, 07:21 AM
Solunastra:
The shadows cast by the flickering fireplace deepened, and Leseth appeared near
Allerleirauh. He bowed his black head with respect.
"It is her wish to speak with you, General."
Posted by: Hungry Donner Today, 07:23 AM
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