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Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 02:28 AM

Hello, and welcome to our Elder Scrolls Role Playing threads, where we adventure and socialize in the vibrant land of Tamriel.

Before we begin, we'd like to clarify a few things:

This is an 'open roleplay' and everyone is encouraged to join in at any time!

'Open' roleplay does not mean 'unorganized' or 'limitless', however. The events in this story are usually planned, and if something BIG happens, you can be certain that it is the result of much discussion between players, usually in the mIRC chat (#Loranna_RP). This is not just a bunch of disorganized individuals doing what they think would be fun for their character at the time.

So, while everyone is welcome to join in, they are NOT welcome to jump in and do big, world-changing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST. Let me be very clear about what cannot be done without permission:

1:
Any action that effects another person's character, for ill or good. Although most people realize they can't harm another person's character without permission, many don't realize that you can't HELP another character without permission, either. Many characters have flaws for a reason. Don't go healing, saving, or otherwise fixing another character without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the player involved.

2:
Any event that would drastically change things that have been done to the world, whether the change is physical (rebuilding destroyed locations), political (converting a population to a new cause), military (killing off all the badguys) or anything else. Almost every situation, good or bad, that exists in the RP was done for some reason. Don't go changing or fixing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the group.

Everyone who is involved in the RP is welcome in the mIRC chat channel #Loranna_RP. If you have a plot idea then you are encouraged to go there and discuss it. If you cannot get on the channel for some reason, or if the player whos character you would affect with your plan is not there, then PM them using this board's PM function. That's what it's there for.

For information on reaching #Loranna_RP via Mirc or Chatspike, look http://www.ravensky.org/irc/.

Not following the above advice will only result in one thing: your post is likely to be completely ignored by everyone as if it did not happen. This is obvously not good for anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing them.

Remember: Secret plans and surprises are seldom fun for anyone else. Before they're revealed they're boring, because nobody knows about them, and afterwards they're just annoying, because nobody knew about them.
Thank you, and have fun!


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Summary:

Loranna, and her companions, have recently experienced a shift in reality, finding themselves in a world where Azura emerged victorious in the Blue Dawn. The heroes who used the Eiodolon to defeat her never made it, and now Azurites were fighting against Captain Cyndarius's men for Ald Raathim. Dres Jazbet, with his Lady Kethiah, control the castle, Jazbet's precognition making him a deadly foe, and the heroes were forced to flee to town, which Cyndarius's men controlled.

The Eight - Loranna, Herwyn Brand, Shaka, Anya, Isidor, Reichi, Goranthir, and Slyvos - have engaged their foe, and are currently at something of a standoff - which they are attempting to break.

Meanwhile, Cyndarius, the 103rd Legion, and those who did not go with the Eight battle in the Imperial City - with the world alternating between what it ought to be and the Azurite reality ...

Oh ... it's also snowing out. Cats and dogs.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 02:30 AM

Goranthir is a 16-year-old ranger again, though he has held something of his Kingly persona he picked up in the Spheres. He is taunting the Source of All Sorrow, telling them to go back in their castle so he and his friends can start pulling it down again.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 02:32 AM

The Eight are on the plains of conflict, finally facing an opposing team of eight... a warband known as the Source of All Sorrow. They have managed to weaken the Source's fortress, drawing them outside, but not outside of the zone of protective magics cast by it.

The Source are an Altmer Saint, a Chimer necromancer, a Redguard Satakal, a Breton Monk, a Mabrigash, two Bosmer archers, a Senche-Raht battlecat, and a female Khajiit.

At the moment they are trying to use disintegration magic on the trees that are sapping strength from their fortification.

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 02:34 AM

Summary: Shaka, an Argonian battlemage currently in the form of a Redguard, is attempting to help taunt the faction known as the Source into approaching the Eight.

Shaka glanced over at Anya and squeezed her hand for a moment to show that he hadn't lost his mind by badgering Herwyn. The Eight were still sheltered for the moment by the invulnerable scale-shields.


Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 02:36 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 08:19 PM)

Slyvos laughed, not too darkly but enough that he knew it would confuse the necromancer.

'I never died... I became a lich, and well, long story but now here I am, mortal again 4000 years afterwards.'

*





"Hey Slyvos," Goranthir whispered, chuckling a little despite himself. "See if you can make him mad to draw him towards us. We have to get him out in the open away from the sphere."


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 02:37 AM

The Altmer saint finally, at long last, took down the largest of the Dispell trees.

The zone of protective magic around the
castle of Sorrow was noticeably shrinking, however, as spirits were consumed.

"Are you trying to lure us out?" the Altmer said. "There's no point, this whole sphere belongs to us. We own it, it's ours. That's why we can use it as a magic item and bind spirits to it. We are the new gods here, and we can defeat you on whatever ground you chose. Just look at you crouching behind your ragged little shields!"

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 02:39 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:37 PM)

The Altmer saint finally, at long last, took down the largest of the Dispell trees.

The zone of protective magic around the
castle of Sorrow was noticeably shrinking, however, as spirits were consumed.

"Are you trying to lure us out?"  the Altmer said. "There's no point, this whole sphere belongs to us. We own it, it's ours. That's why we can use it as a magic item and bind spirits to it. We are the new gods here, and we can defeat you on whatever ground you chose. Just look at you crouching behind your ragged little shields!"

*




Isidor yelled from behind the shields "If you can defeat us, come and do it, you cowards! Stop hiding in your magick, and come and face us, if you're so [censored] great!"

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 02:40 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:37 PM)

The Altmer saint finally, at long last, took down the largest of the Dispell trees.

The zone of protective magic around the
castle of Sorrow was noticeably shrinking, however, as spirits were consumed.

"Are you trying to lure us out?"  the Altmer said. "There's no point, this whole sphere belongs to us. We own it, it's ours. That's why we can use it as a magic item and bind spirits to it. We are the new gods here, and we can defeat you on whatever ground you chose. Just look at you crouching behind your ragged little shields!"

*





"We don't chose any ground!" Goranthir called back. "Go back inside! We promise not to plant anymore trees and drain all your fortress away! Really! We're sorry! Your ability to defeat inanimate objects is without question!"

He laughed long and loud.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 02:41 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 06:37 PM)

The Altmer saint finally, at long last, took down the largest of the Dispell trees.

The zone of protective magic around the
castle of Sorrow was noticeably shrinking, however, as spirits were consumed.

"Are you trying to lure us out?"  the Altmer said. "There's no point, this whole sphere belongs to us. We own it, it's ours. That's why we can use it as a magic item and bind spirits to it. We are the new gods here, and we can defeat you on whatever ground you chose. Just look at you crouching behind your ragged little shields!"

*




Herwyn pulled the little branch from his belt and stabbed it into the ground. In a few moments, it had grown to be taller than the scale shields.

Taking off his left gauntlet, the one enchanted with reflect, he drove it, too, into the black soil and watched it grow into a very odd tree.

"Sorry," he shouted, "was busy doing a bit of gardening. What did you say?"

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 02:41 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:37 PM)

Are you trying to lure us out?"  the Altmer said. "There's no point, this whole sphere belongs to us. We own it, it's ours. That's why we can use it as a magic item and bind spirits to it. We are the new gods here, and we can defeat you on whatever ground you chose. Just look at you crouching behind your ragged little shields!"

*





"We choose this ground then, coward!" shouted Shaka. "New gods -- don't make us laugh. And as for your necromancer, I spit on them. All they're good for is to crawl before me in their last seconds!"



Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 02:41 AM

Summary for Nalion:
Tamriel,
Cyrodiil City, near the Imperial Palace

Nalion, a male Breton mage, is currently fighting at the side of Cyndarius' 103rd Legion. There was another shift in reality, and now, both the reality he knew and the strange Azurite-dominated reality mix. It's sickening.

Nalion is hoping that they would be on time to save the Emperor.

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 02:43 AM

Falco Redflash, male argonian rogue is currently battling Azurites in Tamriel.

IC: "26...27. Damn I missed! 28...29...30" Falco looked down to see he had no more arrows left in his quiver. He drew his saber and the dagger of silence. Falco charged into the fray, obviously mad. Falco decapitated one azurite. Then began battling two wielding broadswords. The broadswords were heavier and stronger but his saber was lighter and faster. He had no difficulty killing them both.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 02:44 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 08:41 PM)

"Sorry," he shouted, "was busy doing a bit of gardening. What did you say?"

*





"Wait until they go back inside before planting anymore!" Goranthir said to Herwyn loudly. "They are mighty against ... trees!"



Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 02:45 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 28 2005, 08:43 PM)

Falco Redflash, male argonian rogue is currently battling Azurites in Tamriel.

IC: "26...27. Damn I missed! 28...29...30" Falco looked down to see he had no more arrows left in his quiver. He drew his saber and the dagger of silence. Falco charged into the fray, obviously mad. Falco decapitated one azurite. Then began battling two wielding broadswords. The broadswords were heavier and stronger but his saber was lighter and faster. He had no difficulty killing them both.

*





Tsei, female argonian mage, is following Falco into battle.

IC:
Tsei cast a sheild and fortify strength on both of them. "Good luck!" She yelled over the screams of battle.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 02:46 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:37 PM)

The Altmer saint finally, at long last, took down the largest of the Dispell trees.

The zone of protective magic around the castle of Sorrow was noticeably shrinking, however, as spirits were consumed.

"Are you trying to lure us out?"  the Altmer said. "There's no point, this whole sphere belongs to us. We own it, it's ours. That's why we can use it as a magic item and bind spirits to it. We are the new gods here, and we can defeat you on whatever ground you chose. Just look at you crouching behind your ragged little shields!"

*





Loranna gives the Altmer a raspberry.

"Come over here then and show us what you've got, sad little ghosts and poor befuddled saints," she says. "Or are you scared of a bunch of mortals?"

She winks at the Magribash. "One time only offer, hun; come and get the big bad Azura witch who wrecked your life and laughed at your dancing! Or you can let the BOYS tell you what to do ..."



Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 02:50 AM

OOC Summary

Reichi Sari is on the plains of Conflict, hiding behind the scale-sheilds with the others. Taunting the Source of All Sorrow.
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QUOTE

"Are you trying to lure us out?" the Altmer said. "There's no point, this whole sphere belongs to us. We own it, it's ours. That's why we can use it as a magic item and bind spirits to it. We are the new gods here, and we can defeat you on whatever ground you chose. Just look at you crouching behind your ragged little shields!"




QUOTE

"Wait until they go back inside before planting anymore!" Goranthir said to Herwyn loudly. "They are mighty against ... trees!"



"Yes, their godly might is to smite trees. I'm shaken in my boots," Reichi mocked. "Gods who are too scared to live their little safe-szone. To smite a bunch of puny mortals."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 02:53 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 28 2005, 08:50 PM)

"Yes, their godly might is to smite trees. I'm shaken in my boots," Reichi mocked. "Gods who are too scared to live their little safe-szone. To smite a bunch of puny mortals."

*





"I'm going to take a quick nap!" Goranthir laughed. "Tell me when they go back inside, and we'll continue our little seed sowing!"



Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 02:56 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 08:53 PM)

"I'm going to take a quick nap!" Goranthir laughed. "Tell me when they go back inside, and we'll continue our little seed sowing!"

*




"Cut down one, two more grow in their place, eh Goran?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 02:56 AM

They could hear conversation.

"...have to go after them, and get rid of all those trees so no one else gets the same idea..."

"Very clever," the Altmer said. "And yet not clever enough to save you. I saw your pitiful excuse for an assault before. This isn't the realm of the nine divines; this is the realm of strength, our strength, and the answer to the question that has been asked all these centuries, what is the meaning of life, is: there is no meaning, only mocking laughter at stupid mortals like you."

The Nine members of the Source were coming. They had all become invisible; those who clutched flowers could see them.

The fat Breton monk swept toward them overhead; they could see his fat pale legs beneath his robes. He cast an area of effect spell on them as soon as he was near enough to cast over the shields.

The Bosmers ran in two different directions, flanking them with their bows.

The battlecat simply charged, to knock over their shield wall and crush them beneath it, if possible.

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 02:57 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 28 2005, 04:45 PM)

Tsei, female argonian mage, is following Falco into battle.

IC:
Tsei cast a sheild and fortify strength on both of them. "Good luck!" She yelled over the screams of battle.

*




"Thanks Tsei" Falco gave a kick to an azurite's stomach. His newfound strength causing the azurite to crumple. The unfortunate Khajiit was trampled under the massive armies in their epic battle. "I'll count that as half a kill.... 33 1/2...34 1/2..."

Posted by: Belwar Aug 29 2005, 03:01 AM

Summery, Dane Rubyn

Dane Rubyn is making his way into the capital after being wounded on the battlefield. He has a broken arm, but his other wounds were mended. He thinks the shift in realities are actually hallucinations.
************

Rubyn stumbled through the gates, both broken and intact, and made his way down the streets to where he could see some men running about.

"You! You over there!" He shouted to one of the men.

"Yes, sir?" The man replied to him.

"What the hell is going on here? Why is everyth..." He stopped there, realizing that the man didn't know what was going on, because he didn't see any of the strangness. Just like before. "Just take me to somebody in charge, dammit!"

"Yes sir, this way!" And the man started off, with Rubyn following him.

Posted by: AND Aug 29 2005, 03:01 AM

Summary:
Plaas is with Cyndarius' 103th and currently follwoing some curois bosmers aftetr getting shot with an arrow and healed.

IC: Plaas was still dazed from what had just happened. Where had the Bosmers come from? O well, that was for later. Now, they needed to save the emporer, if he was still alive. As they crept closer to the palace, trying to avoid any attention.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 03:03 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 28 2005, 06:57 PM)

"Thanks Tsei" Falco gave a kick to an azurite's stomach. His newfound strength causing the azurite to crumple. The unfortunate Khajiit was trampled under the massive armies in their epic battle. "I'll count that as half a kill.... 33 1/2...34 1/2..."

*




Azurite number thirty-four crumpled to the ground, his guts spilling into a dark red pool. Then, as fast as his body had fallen, his darkly glowing ghost rose again, wielding an ethereal copy of the weapon he had in life. He swung at his slayer, clipping Falco's shoulder.

Everywhere throughout the city, the dead had suddenly refused to fall. Ghostly soldiers on both sides rose to continue their fight.

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 03:03 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:56 PM)


The Nine members of the Source were coming. They had all become invisible;  those who clutched flowers could see them.

The fat Breton monk swept toward them overhead;  they could see his fat pale legs beneath his robes. He cast an area of effect spell on them as soon as he was near enough to cast over the shields.

The Bosmers ran in two different directions, flanking them with their bows.

The battlecat simply charged, to knock over their shield wall and crush them beneath it, if possible.

*





Shaka had tucked a flower into one gauntlet; the enemy wasn't invisible to him. He hurled an ebony throwing spike at one of the Bosmers, accelerating it with telekinesis.

He then ran at the battlecat to see if he could help stop him before their shield wall was lost . . .


Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 03:04 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:56 PM)

The Nine members of the Source were coming. They had all become invisible;  those who clutched flowers could see them.

The fat Breton monk swept toward them overhead;  they could see his fat pale legs beneath his robes. He cast an area of effect spell on them as soon as he was near enough to cast over the shields.

The Bosmers ran in two different directions, flanking them with their bows.

The battlecat simply charged, to knock over their shield wall and crush them beneath it, if possible.

*





Goranthir fired his Kynarine effect at the fat Breton, and hissed to the others: "Dispel, blind, and then arrow!"


QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 28 2005, 09:03 PM)

Shaka had tucked a flower into one gauntlet;  the enemy wasn't invisible to him.  He hurled an ebony throwing spike at one of the Bosmers, accelerating it with telekinesis. 

He then ran at the battlecat to see if he could help stop him before their shield wall was lost . . .

*





"Shaka, no!"



Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 03:06 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 07:04 PM)

Goranthir fired his Kynarine effect at the fat Breton, and hissed to the others: "Dispel, blind, and then arrow!"
"Shaka, no!"

*




Herwyn raised his hands and a wave of dispelling energy washed over the onrushing enemies.

"I'll leave the blinding to someone else," he said.

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 03:07 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 05:03 PM)

Azurite number thirty-four crumpled to the ground, his guts spilling into a dark red pool. Then, as fast as his body had fallen, his darkly glowing ghost rose again, wielding an ethereal copy of the weapon he had in life. He swung at his slayer, clipping Falco's shoulder.

Everywhere throughout the city, the dead had suddenly refused to fall. Ghostly soldiers on both sides rose to continue their fight.

*




"Oh [censored]!" Falco's unenchanted saber had no effect on ghosts. Falco dropped his enchanted dagger when his shoulder was hit. He backed away from the ghost. He tapped Tsei's shulder, "Tsei, its time to go!" He motioned for her to run.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 03:09 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 09:06 PM)

Herwyn raised his hands and a wave of dispelling energy washed over the onrushing enemies.

"I'll leave the blinding to someone else," he said.

*





Loranna, flower equipped, raises her hands and casts a blind spell right after Herwyn's dispel.

"Here goes ..."


Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 03:11 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 28 2005, 09:03 PM)

Shaka had tucked a flower into one gauntlet;  the enemy wasn't invisible to him.  He hurled an ebony throwing spike at one of the Bosmers, accelerating it with telekinesis. 

He then ran at the battlecat to see if he could help stop him before their shield wall was lost . . .

*




"Shaka!"
Isidor couldn't do anything to stop him, as he ran at the battlecat. He clutched his flower, and saw the nine coming at them. "[censored]."


QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 28 2005, 09:07 PM)

"Oh [censored]!" Falco's unenchanted saber had no effect on ghosts. Falco dropped his enchanted dagger when his shoulder was hit. He backed away from the ghost. He tapped Tsei's shulder, "Tsei, its time to go!" He motioned for her to run.

*




Tsei cast another lightening spell at the ghost, then retreated.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 03:12 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 09:03 PM)

Azurite number thirty-four crumpled to the ground, his guts spilling into a dark red pool. Then, as fast as his body had fallen, his darkly glowing ghost rose again, wielding an ethereal copy of the weapon he had in life. He swung at his slayer, clipping Falco's shoulder.

Everywhere throughout the city, the dead had suddenly refused to fall. Ghostly soldiers on both sides rose to continue their fight.

*





"[CENSORED censored Censored CEN-SORED BLEEPING SPOTTED OWL CENSOREDS!!!!]" Gram roars, Frostkiss swinging at ghosts whose flesh it had just sundered but scant moments ago. "Don't you blue-eyed fools take a hint!"

Rage and frustration well up in the Nord; the fight was hard enough to begin with, but now this ... how can one hold the line against a ghost?


Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 03:13 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 09:04 PM)

Goranthir fired his Kynarine effect at the fat Breton, and hissed to the others: "Dispel, blind, and then arrow!"
"Shaka, no!"

*





Shaka halted. "Sorry, Goranthir," he said urgently. "How can I help?"


Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 03:16 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 28 2005, 05:11 PM)

"Shaka!"
Isidor couldn't do anything to stop him, as he ran at the battlecat. He clutched his flower, and saw the nine coming at them. "[censored]."
Tsei cast another lightening spell at the ghost, then retreated.

*




Falco dodged a blow from one of the ghosts. He frantically looked around for an enchanted weapon. He noticed a dead azurite holding an fire enchanted iron broadsword. he sheathed his saber and grabbed the broadsword. Falco swung it awkwardly at the ghost. The slash was blocked easily. "Damn I'm not used to fighting with such a heavy weapon." Falco charged wildly and defeated the ghost, but not before taking a rather nasty thrust to his right eye. Falco winced and dropped his sword. His hand shot up to protect his now empty right eye socket.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 03:17 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 07:12 PM)

"[CENSORED censored Censored CEN-SORED BLEEPING SPOTTED OWL CENSOREDS!!!!]" Gram roars, Frostkiss swinging at ghosts whose flesh it had just sundered but scant moments ago.  "Don't you blue-eyed fools take a hint!"

Rage and frustration well up in the Nord; the fight was hard enough to begin with, but now this ... how can one hold the line against a ghost?

*




Tamriel:

A wicked ghostly flail swung out of nowhere toward Gram's head, but it was blocked by a translucent, wide-bladed sword. The ghost of a tall redguard woman looked at Gram with featureless white eyes.

"Be more careful," she said, "or neither one of us will get that drink."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 03:18 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 28 2005, 09:13 PM)

Shaka halted.  "Sorry, Goranthir," he said urgently.  "How can I help?"

*





"Stay behind the shields and be prepared for anything," Goranthir replied quickly.


Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 03:19 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 28 2005, 09:16 PM)

Falco dodged a blow from one of the ghosts. He frantically looked around for an enchanted weapon. He noticed a dead azurite holding an fire enchanted iron broadsword. he sheathed his saber and grabbed the broadsword. Falco swung it awkwardly at the ghost. The slash was blocked  easily. "Damn I'm not used to fighting with such a heavy weapon. Falco chharged wildly and defeated the ghost, but not before taking a rather nasty thrust to his right eye. Falco winced and dropped his sword. His hand shot up to protect his now empty right eye socket.

*




"FALCO!" Tsei cast another sheild spell on Falco and tossed him her amulet. "Take this it'll make you invisible!" She casts a drain agility spell on the nearst azurite.

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 03:21 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 28 2005, 05:19 PM)

"FALCO!" Tsei cast another sheild spell on Falco and tossed him her amulet. "Take this it'll make you invisible!" She casts a drain agility spell on the nearst azurite.

*




He used the amulet and set about looking for another enchanted weapon he was more used to handling, all the while his hand over his right eye. "Stink'in Azurites are gonna pay big time for that."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 03:23 AM

The battlecat was considerably bigger than Shaka; it ran him down without a second thought, and crashed into the shield wall with its considerable weight. Since the cat was fortified by the Ohmes-Raht on its back, it was even more powerful than usual.

The Welwa jumped lightly over the shield wall and bit at the battlecat's throat.

Deothur had grabbed a scale; now he crouched behind it, shielding himself from the attacks of one of the Bosmer archers.

Goranthir's Kynarine blast flipped the flying monk end over end, but not before his area of effect poison spell engulfed them all.

The dispell effect struck the Altmer and the necromancer; however, the blind spell was reflected. Probably by clothing or items. And Loranna and Herwyn, to cast, had to have line of sight. Which meant that the two had line of sight to them as well. The two trained wizards cast like one. Weakness to magicka... followed, a heartbeat later, by damage health.

The Satakal and the Mabrigash were running to get around the shield wall. The Satakal moved like a sidewinder snake, slithering along the ground.

ooc: The next person who posts two turns while I post responses to the first dies miserably. wink.gif



Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 03:27 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 09:17 PM)

Tamriel:

A wicked ghostly flail swung out of nowhere toward Gram's head, but it was blocked by a translucent, wide-bladed sword. The ghost of a tall redguard woman looked at Gram with featureless white eyes.

"Be more careful," she said, "or neither one of us will get that drink."

*





Gram's eyes narrow, and a thin-lipped smile comes to his face.

"Aye; we wouldn't want that," he says, turning and swinging Frostkiss at another Azurite ghost, and twisting as the ghost's spear grazes his arm, just where an earlier blow had damaged his armor.

Frostkiss called forth no more icy winds, and Trueturner barely fixed the wounds Gram had taken by now. His main weapons were spent.

With practiced ease, Gram hooks Frostkiss to his belt, and with one hand draws Falmetongue from his back, swinging it in a wide, one-handed arc as he puts Trueturner in its place. The silver blade erupts into flame, and as Gram gets his other hand on the hilt, he says "Now, see why they call me the Wild, and why none have ever lived after that!"

The blade slashes, fending off attacks and sundering weapons, an offense which is almost as protective as Gram's shield, but even more deadly.

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 03:27 AM

Tamriel, Imperial City

QUOTE(Belwar @ Aug 29 2005, 03:01 AM)

Rubyn stumbled through the gates, both broken and intact, and made his way down the streets to where he could see some men running about.

"You! You over there!" He shouted to one of the men.

"Yes, sir?" The man replied to him.

"What the hell is going on here? Why is everyth..." He stopped there, realizing that the man didn't know what was going on, because he didn't see any of the strangness. Just like before. "Just take me to somebody in charge, dammit!"

"Yes sir, this way!" And the man started off, with Rubyn following him.

*




Nalion cursed. A habit which he had picked up only recently, and the events clearly deserved every foul word. He hoped that this situation would not last too long anymore, or he would perhaps beat even Merey.
He didn't even like cursing. His mother, Relie, had taken great care to remove curses from his vocabulary. Sometimes with soap. And soap didn't taste well.

Nalion was hard pressed and he was sweating despite the bone-freezing cold. The days of battle were wearing on him. Additionally, the surreal environment of destroyed but undamaged buildings, parks, towers and statues troubled him. Ghosts, both of Azurites and legionaires alike, began to fight. Focusing became harder. He was lucky he had a horse to carry him, leaving him the strength to focus on his spells. As he had said to Cyndarius earlier, he was no trained warrior. But he knew how to fight.

Nalion tried to see through the falling snow. There is was. accompanied by a shriek, a Winged Twilight swept down, sharp claws poised to strike.
The mage lifted his arm and pointed at the Demon.
After a whispered word, a searing lightning bolt sprang forth from his fingers, and as it made contact with the Twilight, discharged with destructive force. A moment later, the Daedra fell to the ground.

Behind him, he saw a small group of soldiers catching up. Most legionaires looked alike in their uniforms and helmets, but one, the mage could make out clearly. Dane Rubyn. Turning his horse, Nalion rode towards him.



Posted by: AND Aug 29 2005, 03:29 AM

They were close to the Imperial Palace-what was left of it-and they still had not encountered an azurite. Plaas sighed in relief. They could see the remains of what used to be teh GRand Hall. It was very large, Plaas imagined that it was have been one of the greatest sights in all of Tamriel when it was first built. But on the walls, he could see blood stains and there were bodies everywhere. The stench was nausiating. "Should we go?" Plaas asked.
"Hmmmm, sure. You go first." One of the Bosmers said.
Plaas rolled his eyes and unsheathed his blade. HE crept across the large road, which was seemingly deserted. He was within yards of the first step when he heard a very large cry. Azurites were everywhere. As Plaas looked back to the Elves, he saw them firing arrows at the oncoming Azurites. The first bluue-eyed creature charging at Plaas was cut short by an arrow. Plaas smirked, but what came otu from the corpse was a ghost, and with each dead Azurite and Twilight came another. Plaas ran for the safety of the Bosmers. Hopefully they had some enchanted weapons.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 03:34 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 28 2005, 09:21 PM)

He used the amulet and set about looking for another enchanted weapon he was more used to handling, all the while his hand over his right eye. "Stink'in Azurites are gonna pay big time for that."

*




Tsei looked on in horror as Falco looked for his eye, and a weapon. Her magicka was low, and she could only mantain her sheild. She cast another sheild on Falco, and ran up the hill.


QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 09:23 PM)

The battlecat was considerably bigger than Shaka;  it ran him down without a second thought, and crashed into the shield wall with its considerable weight.  Since the cat was fortified by the Ohmes-Raht on its back, it was even more powerful than usual.

The Welwa jumped lightly over the shield wall and bit at the battlecat's throat.

Deothur had grabbed a scale;  now he crouched behind it, shielding himself from the attacks of one of the Bosmer archers.

Goranthir's Kynarine blast flipped the flying monk end over end, but not before his area of effect poison spell engulfed them all.

The dispell effect struck the Altmer and the necromancer;  however, the blind spell was reflected. Probably by clothing or items. And Loranna and Herwyn, to cast, had to have line of sight. Which meant that the two had line of sight to them as well. The two trained wizards cast like one. Weakness to magicka... followed, a heartbeat later, by damage health.

The Satakal and the Mabrigash were running to get around the shield wall. The Satakal moved like a sidewinder snake, slithering along the ground.

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*




Isidor ducked under the sheild, after being hit by both spells. He used Goran's ring, and restored his health. "[censored]!"

====================================================
Anya readied her bow, and the arrow again. She aimed at the Necromancer's chest, and, after a quick pray, to some God, she let the arrow go.

Posted by: Belwar Aug 29 2005, 03:35 AM

Rubyn had to be partielly carried a bit of the way, as the reality crossings, which Rubyn had mistaken for hallucinations caused by severe head trauma, had made him so dizzy he could barely walk. But he did recognize the tired looking face of the Breton that the group of his legionnaires came upon, and he recongnized the look on his face as well. Dizziness and confusion.

"Nalion! Man, it is good to see you. I took a beating back there, got my arm smashed up pretty bad. Same deal with my head, now I'm seeing things. Strange things! If you could fix my arm and head, I'd owe you a big one."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 03:35 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 09:23 PM)

The battlecat was considerably bigger than Shaka;  it ran him down without a second thought, and crashed into the shield wall with its considerable weight.  Since the cat was fortified by the Ohmes-Raht on its back, it was even more powerful than usual.

The Welwa jumped lightly over the shield wall and bit at the battlecat's throat.

Deothur had grabbed a scale;  now he crouched behind it, shielding himself from the attacks of one of the Bosmer archers.

Goranthir's Kynarine blast flipped the flying monk end over end, but not before his area of effect poison spell engulfed them all.

The dispell effect struck the Altmer and the necromancer;  however, the blind spell was reflected. Probably by clothing or items. And Loranna and Herwyn, to cast, had to have line of sight. Which meant that the two had line of sight to them as well. The two trained wizards cast like one. Weakness to magicka... followed, a heartbeat later, by damage health.

The Satakal and the Mabrigash were running to get around the shield wall. The Satakal moved like a sidewinder snake, slithering along the ground.

ooc:  The next person who posts two turns while I post responses to the first dies miserably. wink.gif

*





"Anya!" Goranthir yelled, his ring curing him of the poison, as he stumbled out of the way of the crashing Senche-Raht. "Now!"



Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 03:37 AM

Slyvos began to summon every kind of daedra he knew how to, from scamps to golden saints... sometimes in multiple numbers.

'hope this will hold them for a moment.'

Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 03:39 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 09:23 PM)

The battlecat was considerably bigger than Shaka;  it ran him down without a second thought, and crashed into the shield wall with its considerable weight.  Since the cat was fortified by the Ohmes-Raht on its back, it was even more powerful than usual.

The Welwa jumped lightly over the shield wall and bit at the battlecat's throat.

Deothur had grabbed a scale;  now he crouched behind it, shielding himself from the attacks of one of the Bosmer archers.

Goranthir's Kynarine blast flipped the flying monk end over end, but not before his area of effect poison spell engulfed them all.

The dispell effect struck the Altmer and the necromancer;  however, the blind spell was reflected. Probably by clothing or items. And Loranna and Herwyn, to cast, had to have line of sight. Which meant that the two had line of sight to them as well. The two trained wizards cast like one. Weakness to magicka... followed, a heartbeat later, by damage health.

The Satakal and the Mabrigash were running to get around the shield wall. The Satakal moved like a sidewinder snake, slithering along the ground.

ooc:  The next person who posts two turns while I post responses to the first dies miserably. wink.gif

*





Reichi actived his ring with the dispell, and cure paralysis and poison effects, stopping the Breton's spell before it could do anything. He saw the Bosmer Archer flanking, and began moving towards them. With his armor and sheild, he knew that they wouldn't be able to hit him very well. He had sheathed the Dagger Of Senses to hold the Sheild, but he was confident he could hack the Bosmer to bloody chunks with just his Wakizashi.

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 03:40 AM

Falco removed from his pack his bottle of ancient dagoth brandy, the strongest stuff he had. "Might as well put it to good use." The rogue opened it and chigged the contents, hoping it would relieve the pain. It worked and Falco found that he couldn't really feel anything. "Now where is a saber?"

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 03:41 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 09:23 PM)

The battlecat was considerably bigger than Shaka;  it ran him down without a second thought, and crashed into the shield wall with its considerable weight.  Since the cat was fortified by the Ohmes-Raht on its back, it was even more powerful than usual.

The Welwa jumped lightly over the shield wall and bit at the battlecat's throat.

Deothur had grabbed a scale;  now he crouched behind it, shielding himself from the attacks of one of the Bosmer archers.

Goranthir's Kynarine blast flipped the flying monk end over end, but not before his area of effect poison spell engulfed them all.

The dispell effect struck the Altmer and the necromancer;  however, the blind spell was reflected. Probably by clothing or items. And Loranna and Herwyn, to cast, had to have line of sight. Which meant that the two had line of sight to them as well. The two trained wizards cast like one. Weakness to magicka... followed, a heartbeat later, by damage health.

The Satakal and the Mabrigash were running to get around the shield wall. The Satakal moved like a sidewinder snake, slithering along the ground.

ooc:  The next person who posts two turns while I post responses to the first dies miserably. wink.gif

*





Loranna uses her dispel ring, freeing her from the effects of the blind and the weakness to magicka; the damage health spell was eating away at her still, but she put her trust into Deothur to keep her from falling.

Reichi, Shaka, and Isidor all could use some buffs right now; Loranna unhooks her mace and points it at turn, casting the spell within to fortify their strength, agility, and endurance.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 03:48 AM

Herwyn's defenses couldn't keep up with the number of spells hitting him in rapid succession, and he felt his life drain away.

He turned and cast a flaming ball at the tumbling, flying monk.

Posted by: Teleran Aug 29 2005, 03:54 AM

QUOTE(Belwar @ Aug 28 2005, 06:35 PM)

Rubyn had to be partielly carried a bit of the way, as the reality crossings, which Rubyn had mistaken for hallucinations caused by severe head trauma, had made him so dizzy he could barely walk. But he did recognize the tired looking face of the Breton that the group of his legionnaires came upon, and he recongnized the look on his face as well. Dizziness and confusion.

"Nalion! Man, it is good to see you. I took a beating back there, got my arm smashed up pretty bad. Same deal with my head, now I'm seeing things. Strange things! If you could fix my arm and head, I'd owe you a big one."

*




Teleran had split from Spooky and most of the rest of the scouts shortly after entering the city, his own preference for jumping around between enemies in battle not matching up particularly well with the range usually preferred by archers.

He went down among the legionnaires going building to building and helped clear out a few buildings. The Azurites he faced down hallways didn’t stand a chance without room to dodge his daggers speeding for their vitals. The ones that popped round corners at much closer range, he let the legion troops do what they were best at. He ended up charged with watching the windows for twilights looking to crash the party as the rest of the group he had attached himself to cleared out the innards of the building.

He turned down a half-collapsed hallway to see an Azurite archer loosing an arrow for him. Teleran deflected the arrow into the wall and sent dagger in return. The hall flashed white and was in perfect order *flicker* the Azurite was staring down at his own blood flowing over the floor from where the dagger had struck him *flicker* there was no stain where the Azurite had fallen. Then the hallway was back as it was, ruined and with a dead man at the end of it. Teleran clutched at his temples and shook his head at that, these shifts in reality were not something he could get used to.
Then a member of the legion ran up to him, there were Azurites on the other side of the wall blocking the street and the legion needed a way around them. Teleran laughed grimly and set his dagger against the wall. A moment later the wall was blown outward and the soldiers were cutting into the Azurites behind the barricade. Teleran had been careful to avoid blasting the supports this time.

With the barricade dismantled he headed towards the palace. They ran into another group of Azurites just around the corner and engaged them without breaking formation. They were just finishing up to head forwards when the dead stopped staying down. The darkly glowing Azurites started turning the battle on the soldiers as they ripped into the flank of the formation. Soon the ghosts of the legion were fighting against the Azurites too, the living members overcoming the initial shock and dispatching the ghosts.

The group Teleran was with slowed dramatically as they were bogged down in Azurites that just refused to stay dead. A flash of lightning discharging ahead brought Teleran’s attention from the Azurite he was dispatching and he looked up to see Nalion on his horse. He felt a burning along his side as the Azurite took advantage of Teleran’s distraction to take an awkward stab at him. The wound quickly healed as Teleran’s activated his ring’s enchantment, healing himself before putting a dagger through the offending Azurite’s throat.

During a momentary lull in the fighting around him Teleran slipped the Golem’s Crown on and sent a couple of Azurites flying with a backhanded blow. He turned towards Nalion and started plowing through the Azurites, ignoring most of the blows from the unenchanted weapons and flinging aside those that tried to get in his way. He hailed Nalion, “Need some help with our friends here? They just don’t seem to want to stay dead.”

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 03:54 AM

QUOTE(Belwar @ Aug 29 2005, 03:35 AM)

Rubyn had to be partielly carried a bit of the way, as the reality crossings, which Rubyn had mistaken for hallucinations caused by severe head trauma, had made him so dizzy he could barely walk. But he did recognize the tired looking face of the Breton that the group of his legionnaires came upon, and he recongnized the look on his face as well. Dizziness and confusion.

"Nalion! Man, it is good to see you. I took a beating back there, got my arm smashed up pretty bad. Same deal with my head, now I'm seeing things. Strange things! If you could fix my arm and head, I'd owe you a big one."

*




Nalion jumped from his destrier and knelt besides Dane.
"The first thing you'll probably learn around here is not to count how often people fix you up.", Nalion grinned despite the strains, being reminded how often Loranna had done the same for him, or in that respect, for almost everyone in this group.
Blue light emanated from his hand and covered the short distance between Nalions fingers and Dane's broken arm. The spell felt could to the touch, but it was visible that the broken bones grew back together. The pain subsided.
"There you are. Now we betterget back to Cyndarius. Things are worse, much worse now. It's breaking apart", Nalion said.


QUOTE(Teleran @ Aug 29 2005, 03:54 AM)

During a momentary lull in the fighting around him Teleran slipped the Golem’s Crown on and sent a couple of Azurites flying with a backhanded blow. He turned towards Nalion and started plowing through the Azurites, ignoring most of the blows from the unenchanted weapons and flinging aside those that tried to get in his way. He hailed Nalion, “Need some help with our friends here? They just don’t seem to want to stay dead.”

*




"Good timing as usual, Teleran!", Nalion shouted over the clamor to his friend. "We're about to head to the palace. Cyndarius should be around there. Teleran, this is Dane, Dane, meet Teleran. So much for formalities. Let's move!"
The ghost of a dead legionaire flickered on and off. White paving changed to charred rubble. "Let's hurry.", the mage added.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 03:58 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 08:35 PM)

"Anya!" Goranthir yelled, his ring curing him of the poison, as he stumbled out of the way of the crashing Senche-Raht. "Now!"

*




The battlecat charged right over the shields, flattening them. The Welwa was dragged along beneath it, her teeth locked in its throat.


QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 08:37 PM)

Slyvos began to summon every kind of daedra he knew how to, from scamps to golden saints... sometimes in multiple numbers.

'hope this will hold them for a moment.'

*




Once, long ago, the General in her letters to Loranna had said that they would be able to summon SOMETHING in the Outer Realms. Slyvos's summonings worked, but not as he expected. Half a dozen different varieties of nymph appeared, in answer to his summons, called from Dibella's realm through their connection with Deothur.


QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 28 2005, 08:39 PM)

Reichi actived his ring with the dispell, and cure paralysis and poison effects, stopping the Breton's spell before it could do anything. He saw the Bosmer Archer flanking, and began moving towards them. With his armor and sheild, he knew that they wouldn't be able to hit him very well. He had sheathed the Dagger Of Senses to hold the Sheild, but he was confident he could hack the Bosmer to bloody chunks with just his Wakizashi.

*




The Bosmer hadn't expected to be struck by a rushing werewolf. He shot his arrow, but it bounced off Reichi's golden armor.


QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 08:41 PM)

Loranna uses her dispel ring, freeing her from the effects of the blind and the weakness to magicka; the damage health spell was eating away at her still, but she put her trust into Deothur to keep her from falling.

Reichi, Shaka, and Isidor all could use some buffs right now; Loranna unhooks her mace and points it at turn, casting the spell within to fortify their strength, agility, and endurance.

*




"Healing is my job, Isidor," Deothur called, commandingly. "You do yours."

The injured members of the party felt themselves filled with new life and energy.


QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 28 2005, 08:34 PM)

Anya readied her bow, and the arrow again. She aimed at the Necromancer's chest, and, after a quick pray, to some God, she let the arrow go.

*





The poison monk had recovered himself in time to launch another blast.

The Altmer cast another spell, and the people in his path felt suddenly peaceful, and far away from everything.

The Satakal, slithering in the dirt, bit at Shaka's ankles, and Shaka stabbed at him with his spear.

The Mabrigash spoke a curse, aimed at Loranna.

And the necromancer... was struck by the arrow of insight, in its golden, perfect flight.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 04:04 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 09:58 PM)

The battlecat charged right over the shields, flattening them. The Welwa was dragged along beneath it, her teeth locked in its throat.

The Altmer cast another spell, and the people in his path felt suddenly peaceful, and far away from everything.

And the necromancer... was struck by the arrow of insight, in its golden, perfect flight.

*





"Bravo, Anya!" Goranthir cried, leaping to knock the ohmes-raht from the battlecat. "Slyvos, talk to him --!"

Then he was struck with the Altmer's spell, and without his ring to dispel it, he just grinned at her. "Sorry about the crack about your son. Clearly, the two of you are close, but I think it's a beautiful thing, and it's silly of me to attribute anything salacious to the relationship. I say, this place is jolly pretty, if you look at it the right ways. The wailing souls are kind of ... restive ..."


Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 04:08 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 09:58 PM)

The Bosmer hadn't expected to be struck by a rushing werewolf. He shot his arrow, but it bounced off Reichi's golden armor.

*





"N'wah!" Reichi roared, bringing down his Wakizashi on the Bosmer, and his bow.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 04:08 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 08:04 PM)

"Bravo, Anya!" Goranthir cried, leaping to knock the ohmes-raht from the battlecat.  "Slyvos, talk to him --!"

Then he was struck with the Altmer's spell, and without his ring to dispel it, he just grinned at her.  "Sorry about the crack about your son.  Clearly, the two of you are close, but I think it's a beautiful thing, and it's silly of me to attribute anything salacious to the relationship.  I say, this place is jolly pretty, if you look at it the right ways.  The wailing souls are kind of ... restive ..."

*




"For the love of..." Herwyn said, and cast a wide area dispel, removing Goranthir's sudden euphoria, and hopefully a good number of curses and enemy enchantments, as well.

Posted by: Teleran Aug 29 2005, 04:14 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Aug 28 2005, 06:54 PM)

"There you are. Now we betterget back to Cyndarius. Things are worse, much worse now. It's breaking apart", Nalion said.
"Good timing as usual, Teleran!", Nalion shouted over the clamor to his friend. "We're about to head to the palace. Cyndarius should be around there. Teleran, this is Dane, Dane, meet Teleran. So much for formalities. Let's move!"
The ghost of a dead legionaire flickered on and off. White paving changed to charred rubble. "Let's hurry.", the mage added.

*




“Right,” Teleran rumbled, “I’ll take point if you don’t mind. I have a certain knack for making paths. Pleasure to meet you too Dane, can’t wait for proper introductions.” He lifted an Azurite up by the neck and tossed it at a winged twilight. The twilight disappeared and the Azurite fell to the ground with a sickening crack, before immediately getting up in darkly glowing ghost form. “We better get to Cyndarius soon. I don’t want to wait around for their second wind.”

The road was unruined for a moment before reverting to the war torn scene again, Teleran grunted unhappily. An Azurite scratched at him with an iron sword. He punched the Azurite back among his fellows, knocking them over.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 04:14 AM

Slyvos shouted out to the necromancer from his vantage point behind the scales.

'Really, your fighting here is pointless you know. You have nothing to gain, when the saint is the one hogging all the power. It doesn't share power... and if you haven't noticed yet, it's playing you like a pawn. How long have you been trapped here? Cause there is no point in anyone staying here, when all anyone can rule is an endless battle...'

This was easier, much easier, now that the potion helped both sides of him work in unison perfectly.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 04:22 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 10:14 PM)

Slyvos shouted out to the necromancer from his vantage point behind the scales.

'Really, your fighting here is pointless you know. You have nothing to gain, when the saint is the one hogging all the power. It doesn't share power... and if you haven't noticed yet, it's playing you like a pawn. How long have you been trapped here? Cause there is no point in anyone staying here, when all anyone can rule is an endless battle...'

This was easier, much easier, now that the potion helped both sides of him work in unison perfectly.

*





Herwyn's spell clears Loranna's mind, and she speaks up.

"The Plains were never meant to be ruled like he is trying to do," Loranna calls out to the necromancer. "Why continue this struggle? What, really, are you gaining from it? He's been lying to you - lying to all of you."

She points to the Trueflowers. "These give one the insight to see through all deceptions; take one, then ask your saint what the real purpose here is, again."



Posted by: Belwar Aug 29 2005, 04:30 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Aug 28 2005, 07:14 PM)

“Right,” Teleran rumbled, “I’ll take point if you don’t mind. I have a certain knack for making paths. Pleasure to meet you too Dane, can’t wait for proper introductions.” He lifted an Azurite up by the neck and tossed it at a winged twilight. The twilight disappeared and the Azurite fell to the ground with a sickening crack, before immediately getting up in darkly glowing ghost form. “We better get to Cyndarius soon. I don’t want to wait around for their second wind.”

The road was unruined for a moment before reverting to the war torn scene again, Teleran grunted unhappily. An Azurite scratched at him with an iron sword. He punched the Azurite back among his fellows, knocking them over.

*





Rubyn stared a bit slack jawed at the towering stone golem. He was wearing a golden crown emblazoned with a stone fist, and Rubyn was certainly glad to have him on their side. He felt a bit useless, as the golem who went by the name of Teleran was taking care of anything that had to do with combat, and Nalion had the magic. Rubyn shot a few fireballs, but the ones he learned were mostly large range with smaller damage, nearly useless in urban combat. He decide the most he could do was tag along, and do his best.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 04:31 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 09:14 PM)

Slyvos shouted out to the necromancer from his vantage point behind the scales.

'Really, your fighting here is pointless you know. You have nothing to gain, when the saint is the one hogging all the power. It doesn't share power... and if you haven't noticed yet, it's playing you like a pawn. How long have you been trapped here? Cause there is no point in anyone staying here, when all anyone can rule is an endless battle...'

This was easier, much easier, now that the potion helped both sides of him work in unison perfectly.

*







QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 09:22 PM)

Herwyn's spell clears Loranna's mind, and she speaks up.

"The Plains were never meant to be ruled like he is trying to do," Loranna calls out to the necromancer.  "Why continue this struggle?  What, really, are you gaining from it?  He's been lying to you - lying to all of you."

She points to the Trueflowers.  "These give one the insight to see through all deceptions; take one, then ask your saint what the real purpose here is, again."

*




Elammu Vando, the Chimer Necromancer, paused in his fighting. He seemed to consider the wound in his chest, but made no attempt to heal it.

"Slyvos," he said finally. "Why are you saying this? Why should you care?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 04:38 AM

The now invisible Falco finallt found what he was looking for. An iron saber that glowed blue with a frost enchantment. He picked it up from an Azurite corpse. Falco ran a very surprised azurite through and became visible again. Falco saw Nalion, a soldier he didn't recognize, and Teleran together. "Well better join'em before I get surrounded. He began carving his way through hordes of the enemy, intent on reaching his friends. The argonian was cut off by three azurites, wielding spears. He couldn't get close enough to kill them so was at a bit of an impass. "Hey Nal! Kill these Bastards for me will ya!"

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 04:38 AM

Slyvos thought on that for a second... he was resolute now though, and did not even blink or stutter.

'I care because I'm not the hate-filled bastard you knew.'

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 04:47 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 29 2005, 04:38 AM)

The now invisible Falco finallt found what he was looking for. An iron saber that glowed blue with a frost enchantment. He picked it up from an Azurite corpse. Falco ran a very surprised azurite through and became visible again. Falco saw Nalion, a soldier he didn't recognize, and Teleran together. "Well better join'em before I get surrounded. He began carving his way through hordes of the enemy, intent on reaching his friends. The argonian was cut off by three azurites, wielding spears. He couldn't get close enough to kill them so was at a bit of an impass. "Hey Nal! Kill these Bastards for me will ya!"

*




Nalion nodded towards the three Azurites.
"Care to lend me a hand, Teleran?", he asked as he readied a spell.
A short gesture and a word sent an absorb health spell towards one of the Azurites, then Nalion unslung his steel staff. He felt tired and his magicka reserves were exhausted. He would need to find some potions soon.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 04:55 AM

"Enough of this," the Altmer saint said. "You're listening to a bunch of losers, what do they know about it? Every group that has gone before has conquered the plains and then thrown them away, for what? I am the first saint ever to get this right, the first one to realize the potential of this place, the first one to lead you to become the gods of your own sphere. 'No one stands there yet' they say. Well, we stand there. And we are undefeated."

He opened his hands and cast a wave of painful darkness at them; damage health again.

The Khajiit atop the battlecat's back stabbed Goranthir with a small, silver, enchanted dagger, coated with poison. The battlecat itself reared up, trying to free itself from the tenacious grip of the Welwa. The two giant beasts charged over Loranna, Deothur, and Herwyn Brand; thick red blood poured down on them from the battlecat's throat.

High above, the monk dodged Herwyn's blast; but stopped to listen to the conversation.

The Bosmer fighting Reichi placed his hands on Reichi's chest, and Reichi felt him try to absorb his health.

The Satakal struck at Shaka's ankles; the Mabrigash leant him speed. Shaka found himself trying to dodge the eerie snake like man, who moved as if he had no bones. More poison.

The other Bosmer took aim at Herwyn Brand, to stop whatever spell he was planning to cast next.

The necromancer... frowned. And said, "That's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Hate made you strong, Slyvos. If you've thrown it away, you really are a loser."





Posted by: Teleran Aug 29 2005, 05:01 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Aug 28 2005, 07:47 PM)

Nalion nodded towards the three Azurites.
"Care to lend me a hand, Teleran?", he asked as he readied a spell.
A short gesture and a word sent an absorb health spell towards one of the Azurites, then Nalion unslung his steel staff. He felt tired and his magicka reserves were exhausted. He would need to find some potions soon.

*




Teleran turned, throwing one of the Azurites attacking him into the three blocking Falco, “Little busy now, these blighters are learning, only enchanted weapons coming at me now.” Teleran laughed. “If you’re running low Nalion, try this potion, picked it up specially.” A strong restore magicka potion appeared from his pack and floated towards Nalion, dodging around a sword swinging through the air. A crack appeared in Teleran’s side as an enchanted axe swung into him. Teleran roared, “I’ll make you pay for that!” and sent the axe-wielder flying with a spear through him.

“I’ll need a little cover to fix this!” Teleran yelled as he tried to back up to where he would not be on the front line. An Azurite mage’s lightning spell hit him and he felt it skitter off his skin into the surrounding Azurites, buying him a little space.

Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 05:02 AM

The Bosmer's hands touched Reichi's cherst, but he used the oportunity to drop his sheild, and grab the Bosmer by the wrists as he brought the Wakizashi down the Bosmer's arms.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 05:03 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 10:55 PM)

"Enough of this,"  the Altmer saint said. "You're listening to a bunch of losers, what do they know about it? Every group that has gone before has conquered the plains and then thrown them away, for what? I am the first saint ever to get this right, the first one to realize the potential of this place, the first one to lead you to become the gods of your own sphere. 'No one stands there yet' they say. Well, we stand there. And we are undefeated."

He opened his hands and cast a wave of painful darkness at them;  damage health again.

The Khajiit atop the battlecat's back stabbed Goranthir with a small, silver, enchanted dagger, coated with poison.

High above, the monk dodged Herwyn's blast;  but stopped to listen to the conversation.

*





Goranthir's rings helped him heal and resist the poison of the dagger, but still he reeled, happy to cured of the euphoria.

The only thing he had time to do was throw one of the Trueflower blooms to the Monk.

"You have doubts," Goranthir shouted. "And you know what this flower shows. Why not see your saint for who he truly is?"



Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 05:03 AM

"We're a bunch of losers?" Herwyn spoke up, "Funny, looks to me like you've all been killed once already. All of us are still alive."

"I remember," he continued, "back in my primary years at the School of Battlemages... There was this boy, I think his name was Etienne; a rather talented young man, but a terrible bully. He might've made a decent Battlemage one day, but he intentionally flunked his advancement exams. Twice.

"He was too afraid to move on to a new class, to give up being the biggest fish in a tiny pond. He just wasn't willing to give up having people smaller to pick on.

"I think, that if his father hadn't finally come and taken him out of school and put him to work in the family sawmill, he'd still be there today."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 05:04 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 10:55 PM)

"Enough of this,"  the Altmer saint said. "You're listening to a bunch of losers, what do they know about it? Every group that has gone before has conquered the plains and then thrown them away, for what? I am the first saint ever to get this right, the first one to realize the potential of this place, the first one to lead you to become the gods of your own sphere. 'No one stands there yet' they say. Well, we stand there. And we are undefeated."

He opened his hands and cast a wave of painful darkness at them;  damage health again.

The Khajiit atop the battlecat's back stabbed Goranthir with a small, silver, enchanted dagger, coated with poison. The battlecat itself reared up, trying to free itself from the tenacious grip of the Welwa. The two giant beasts charged over Loranna, Deothur, and Herwyn Brand;  thick red blood poured down on them from the battlecat's throat.

High above, the monk dodged Herwyn's blast;  but stopped to listen to the conversation.

The Bosmer fighting Reichi placed his hands on Reichi's chest, and Reichi felt him try to absorb his health.

The Satakal struck at Shaka's ankles;  the Mabrigash leant him speed. Shaka found himself trying to dodge the eerie snake like man, who moved as if he had no bones.  More poison.

The other Bosmer took aim at Herwyn Brand, to stop whatever spell he was planning to cast next.

The necromancer... frowned.  And said, "That's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard.  Hate made you strong, Slyvos. If you've thrown it away, you really are a loser."

*





Loranna tries to dodge, but avoiding two giant beasts was not easy, even when you were expecting them to come barreling at you, and Loranna was not prepared. She gets trampled and feels a great many things break that should never break ...

Her ring - Slyvos's ring, which had saved her life before, glows, and she feels her body mending; groaning, she casts out of instinct, using healing magic to bring Herwyn and Deothur back to their feet.

"Smashing everything you see isn't strength," she says, "only childishness."


Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 05:04 AM

"What are you gods of here? An empty sphere of howling, tortured souls?"

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 05:07 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Aug 29 2005, 05:01 AM)

Teleran turned, throwing one of the Azurites attacking him into the three blocking Falco, “Little busy now, these blighters are learning, only enchanted weapons coming at me now.” Teleran laughed. “If you’re running low Nalion, try this potion, picked it up specially.” A strong restore magicka potion appeared from his pack and floated towards Nalion, dodging around a sword swinging through the air. A crack appeared in Teleran’s side as an enchanted axe swung into him. Teleran roared, “I’ll make you pay for that!” and sent the axe-wielder flying with a spear through him.

“I’ll need a little cover to fix this!” Teleran yelled as he tried to back up to where he would not be on the front line. An Azurite mage’s lightning spell hit him and he felt it skitter off his skin into the surrounding Azurites, buying him a little space.

*




Nalion grabbed the potion out of the air and downed it. He felt energy rushing back to him, an invigorating feeling for the mage. Holding his staff with just one hand, Nalion conjured up a shard of ice and sent it flying towards the Azurite mage.
Meanwhile, the absorb health spell he had flung at the other Azurite hit home, draining the enemy of a good part of his health. With a grim expression on his face, Nalion closed in, his staff holding in front of him, poised to strike.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 05:09 AM

Slyvos looked to the necromancer, then to the altmer, and back again.

'Why serve under him when you can rule it all? all that power just for you and no one else to take it...'

Yes... power was a necromancer's one main flaw... they all wanted more, and when they got more they still craved it over and over and over. and somewhere inside most people... that same flaw held...

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 29 2005, 05:10 AM

The third and final azurite spearman spun around when his compatriots were slain, prepared to fight Nalion and Teleran. He looked down to see the saber that seemed to be growing out of his middle. "43.." Falco ran over to Nalion and Teleran. "Thanks for that guys. Now shall we gut some bad guys?"

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 05:20 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 11:09 PM)

Slyvos looked to the necromancer, then to the altmer, and back again.

'Why serve under him when you can rule it all? all that power just for you and no one else to take it...'

Yes... power was a necromancer's one main flaw... they all wanted more, and when they got more they still craved it over and over and over. and somewhere inside most people... that same flaw held...

*





Goranthir was about to help the Velothi see the error his ways through his most regal wisdom, but -- perhaps a lingering effect of the Altmer's calming spell -- all he could think of was What good is it to be the God of a realm without pie?

Since this was a silly thought, and he was busy doing other stuff, he did not vocalize it.


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 05:25 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 10:09 PM)

Slyvos looked to the necromancer, then to the altmer, and back again.

'Why serve under him when you can rule it all? all that power just for you and no one else to take it...'

Yes... power was a necromancer's one main flaw... they all wanted more, and when they got more they still craved it over and over and over. and somewhere inside most people... that same flaw held...

*




The Altmer saint had made one miscalculation already; he had referred to himself in the singular, he had said, "I," not "we", and thus alienated his own people.

Now he made another mistake; he cursed, and reached out with telekinesis to grab the flower flying towards the flying monk.

He took the flower in his hand at the same moment the others made their speeches. He listened to them as one who is unable to be decieved. And layers of self-deception peeled away.

The one thing that all bullies have in common is cowardice... and very few bullies have any tolerance for pain.

The Altmer saint put his hands to his face and sobbed, then turned and fled towards the collapsing castle.

"What the hell?" the Bosmer archer taking aim at Herwyn said, lowering his bow.

"Demoralization spell, dispell it!" the Mabrigash said, casting after the fleeing Altmer.

"What was in that flower?" the necromancer said, looking at Goranthir.

The flying monk came in for a landing, with a look of baffled fury.

The battlecat, finally, fell.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 05:25 AM

Tamriel:

Cyndarius had reordered the Legion; Unkillable, ghostly soldiers were now the front line, with those still living coming behind.

The Azurite blockade of the bridge refused to break, but a makeshift bridge of wreckage and debris now crossed the river, and across it the Legions advanced to the Imperial Palace.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 05:27 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 09:25 PM)

"What was in that flower?"  the necromancer said, looking at Goranthir.

*




Herwyn opened the visor of his helm.

"Truth," he answered.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 05:30 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 11:25 PM)

The flying monk came in for a landing, with a look of baffled fury.

*





Goranthir tosses him another flower. "You already know what you'll see, don't you?"



Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 05:34 AM

Loranna tosses a flower to the necromancer. "Here ... see for yourself."


Posted by: Teleran Aug 29 2005, 05:38 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 28 2005, 08:10 PM)

The third and final azurite spearman spun around when his compatriots were slain, prepared to fight Nalion and Teleran. He looked down to see the saber that seemed to be growing out of his middle. "43.." Falco ran over to Nalion and Teleran. "Thanks for that guys. Now shall we gut some bad guys?"

*





QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 08:25 PM)

Tamriel:

Cyndarius had reordered the Legion; Unkillable, ghostly soldiers were now the front line, with those still living coming behind.

The Azurite blockade of the bridge refused to break, but a makeshift bridge of wreckage and debris now crossed the river, and across it the Legions advanced to the Imperial Palace.

*




“What do you think we’ve been doing?” Teleran said, slipping his crown into a pouch at his belt and leapt into the air, activating his spear and ring’s enchantments.

Coming back to flesh with a crack in his side was painful as hell, but he could do something about it now. The healing enchantment of the ring wasn’t enough to fully heal the wound as he drained it of charge, but it did reduce the wound to a minor scratch. It would recover on its own, probably wouldn’t even leave a scar. He brought his spear down through a twilight which had followed him up and set about perforating the nearest Azurites upon returning to earth.

He looked about himself, almost no living Azurites were left, they were fighting ghosts now, and no matter how many were dispersed they just seemed to keep coming. Teleran clove a ghost he could have sworn was the swordsman ghost he had killed a few minutes ago.

He saw the legion advancing across the makeshift bridge and yelled, “Across the Bridge! To the Emperor!”

Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 05:39 AM

"Should watch where you stick your hands short stuff," Reichi said, in his hand was held the Bosmer's arms, well, his forearms, the Wakizashi had taken them off at the elbow, and the Bosmer lay on the ground, armless, his face contorted in pain. Reichi couldn't hear his crys however, the Wakizashi had dispelled any effect on the Bosmer, and then silenced him.

He watched the Altmer ran off sobbing, seemingly ignoring the blood that was dripping off his now bloodsoaked armor, distracted momentarily. Then he looked as if he remebered something, "Oh right," he muttered.

Reichi brought his Wakizashi down on the Bosmer.


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 05:40 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 10:30 PM)

Goranthir tosses him another flower.  "You already know what you'll see, don't you?"

*




"He'll see that they're a bunch of old women," Deothur said, hefting his staff in one hand. "The saint is gone, the fortress is falling; but the Source have a standing gate open, which they can take at any time to move on to another world. That's our gate. We've been nice enough for one day, now we need to WIN."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 05:41 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Aug 28 2005, 11:38 PM)

“What do you think we’ve been doing?” Teleran said, slipping his crown into a pouch at his belt and leapt into the air, activating his spear and ring’s enchantments.

Coming back to flesh with a crack in his side was painful as hell, but he could do something about it now. The healing enchantment of the ring wasn’t enough to fully heal the wound as he drained it of charge, but it did reduce the wound to a minor scratch. It would recover on its own, probably wouldn’t even leave a scar. He brought his spear down through a twilight which had followed him up and set about perforating the nearest Azurites upon returning to earth.

He looked about himself, almost no living Azurites were left, they were fighting ghosts now, and no matter how many were dispersed they just seemed to keep coming. Teleran clove a ghost he could have sworn was the swordsman ghost he had killed a few minutes ago.

He saw the legion advancing across the makeshift bridge and yelled, “Across the Bridge! To the Emperor!”

*





Gram marches, this time behind the Redguard woman instead of beside her.

"Why couldn't all this have happened back when I was still mad?" he mutters to himself. "Wait ... never mind ..."

He marches onward.


Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 05:44 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 11:40 PM)

"He'll see that they're a bunch of old women,"  Deothur said, hefting his staff in one hand. "The saint is gone, the fortress is falling;  but the Source have a standing gate open, which they can take at any time to move on to another world. That's our gate. We've been nice enough for one day, now we need to WIN."

*





Loranna looks to Deothur, then looks to the Source, then says " ... Good luck next time dears."

She still had a few charges left in her mace; she uses them now to buff her team's warriors. She had regained a bit of magicka and she already knew so long as Deothur was still on his feet, they hadn't lost.

"Let's do this," she says.

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 05:45 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 05:41 AM)

Gram marches, this time behind the Redguard woman instead of beside her.

"Why couldn't all this have happened back when I was still mad?" he mutters to himself.  "Wait ... never mind ..."

He marches onward.

*




Nalion climbed on Forsa's back, directing the mare towards the palace, bracing himself for what was to come. The realities still shifted, or better overlapped and he still felt that sickening feeling in his stomach. Time that this would end.
"Now would be a good time to get this done, you know?" he muttered as he directed his gaze skywards. Only a shriek of a Winged Twilight answered the mage, though.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 05:46 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 10:44 PM)

Loranna looks to Deothur, then looks to the Source, then says " ... Good luck next time dears."

She still had a few charges left in her mace; she uses them now to buff her team's warriors.  She had regained a bit of magicka and she already knew so long as Deothur was stil lon his feet, they hadn't lost.

"Let's do this," she says.

*




The monk now held the flower Goranthir had given him.

"I'm out of here, this is stupid," he said shortly. "Not going to fight when my saint drops on me."

And vanished, presumably back to the Antechamber of Souls.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 05:48 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 09:44 PM)

Loranna looks to Deothur, then looks to the Source, then says " ... Good luck next time dears."

She still had a few charges left in her mace; she uses them now to buff her team's warriors.  She had regained a bit of magicka and she already knew so long as Deothur was stil lon his feet, they hadn't lost.

"Let's do this," she says.

*




Without a hint of warning, Herwyn kicked a fishscale shield, knocking it onto the ancient Redguard, who was writhing slowly nearby. With a leap, he and his full suit of plate came crashing down on the shield, pinning the grotesque man to the ground.

He raised his mace with both hands, and brought it down once.

Posted by: Belwar Aug 29 2005, 05:52 AM

Rubyn had fought hard and long by the side of the mage and the golem, first killing Azurites and Twilights, than killing ghosts. This was the most he had ever fought in a single time, and he was very glad he had more than a few restore fatigue potions on him. Would the fighting ever end?

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 05:56 AM

The Mabrigash had her back turned to them, casting the dispel at the fleeing saint. Maybe it was dirty fighting to attack her now, but Goranthir didn't care much.

He slashed at her with his ebony daikatana.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 05:57 AM

Slyvos took that time of confusion to shoot off a God's Fire spell at the necromancer, coupled with a Dire Weakness to Fire spell.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 06:05 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 10:48 PM)

Without a hint of warning, Herwyn kicked a fishscale shield, knocking it onto the ancient Redguard, who was writhing slowly nearby. With a leap, he and his full suit of plate came crashing down on the shield, pinning the grotesque man to the ground.

He raised his mace with both hands, and brought it down once.

*




The Redguard bit Herwyn's ankle. The nasty old man's teeth were just human teeth, but somehow... magic? he was powerful enough to bite through Herwyn's armor. Poison flowed from his mouth into Herwyn's blood, before he twitched and died. Unlike a snake, he did not keep moving when dead.


QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 10:56 PM)

The Mabrigash had her back turned to them, casting the dispel at the fleeing saint.  Maybe it was dirty fighting to attack her now, but Goranthir didn't care much.

He slashed at her with his ebony daikatana.

*




The Mabrigash turned in shocked surprise, just in time to fall under Goranthir's blade.


QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 10:57 PM)

Slyvos took that time of confusion to shoot off a God's Fire spell at the necromancer, coupled with a Dire Weakness to Fire spell.

*




"Slyvos, you bastard!" the necromancer roared, bringing his hands up to cast his own weakness to magicka spell. He was too used to having the support of a magical healer. His hair burst into flames, and his skin melted from his flesh. He was still moving his mouth trying to cast a spell when he died.

"GET BACK HERE AND HEAL MY SON!" the Khajiit howled in rage after the fleeing Altmer saint. She found herself face to face with Shaka and Isidor.

The world pulsed. For a moment all of them felt sick and deaf and overloaded with magicka. Then the moment passed. The dead still lay dead as before.

The Welwa growled and bounded after the fleeing saint, into the remains of the castle's zone of protection.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 06:10 AM

Anya spotted the Bosmer archer, heading off to the side for a better shot. She cast invisible and swiftly, using her stealth skills to keep her foosteps light and quiet, flanked him.

"Annoying little n'wah, just die..." she muttered. She hefted her daedric arrow, one of two she owned. Enchanted with a fire weakness and a high powered fire burst.

Anya watched his eyes, as she shimmered in front of him, and a black arrow glowing red with fire screamed for his temple.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 06:10 AM

Loranna looks to Anya and whispers an incantation, the same incantation she cast before, when Anya fired the Arrow of Insight ...


Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 06:10 AM

All that were left were the Ohmes-Raht and the Bosmer archer. Both seemed to be well-taken care of ...

Goranthir turned to the Welwa pursuing the saint. The field was still up, though the castle was crumbling. Was she all right?

He howled after her.


Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 06:16 AM

Tamriel:

Broken, surrounded on all sides, and mostly dead already, the Azurites still fought hard to breech the palace. They seemed intent on one thing; killing the Emperor. Cyndarius knew what that would mean, and that knowledge had been enough to drive him halfway across the continent, to save him.

The great golden doors of the palace stood battered and dented. The advancing Legions quickly painted them red with Azurite blood.

With one last, thundering charge, Cyndarius's great warhorse ascended the palace steps, Nalion and his loyal companions at his side.

Swinging down from the saddle, Cyndarius placed his right hand on the great gate.

The palace gates swung open effortlessly...

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 06:20 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Aug 28 2005, 11:10 PM)

Anya spotted the Bosmer archer, heading off to the side for a better shot. She cast invisible and swiftly, using her stealth skills to keep her foosteps light and quiet, flanked him.

"Annoying little n'wah, just die..." she muttered. She hefted her daedric arrow, one of two she owned. Enchanted with a fire weakness and a high powered fire burst.

Anya watched his eyes, as she shimmered in front of him, and a black arrow glowing red with fire screamed for his temple.

*




Deprived of his buffing and healing protection, the Bosmer fell dead.

Isidor and Shaka made short work of the Khajiit.

From within the ruins of the castle came snapping and growling; then the baying of the Welwa.

"That's it, that's all of them," Deothur said. "The gate, their gate... our gate... I'm sure they built the castle around it."

The bound souls dissolved into air, returning to the antechamber of souls.

Where the Castle of Sorrow had been, there was a gate, a simple ring with no blades, this time.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 06:21 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 29 2005, 12:16 AM)

Tamriel:

Broken, surrounded on all sides, and mostly dead already, the Azurites still fought hard to breech the palace. They seemed intent on one thing; killing the Emperor. Cyndarius knew what that would mean, and that knowledge had been enough to drive him halfway across the continent, to save him.

The great golden doors of the palace stood battered and dented. The advancing Legions quickly painted them red with Azurite blood.

With one last, thundering charge, Cyndarius's great warhorse ascended the palace steps, Nalion and his loyal companions at his side.

Swinging down from the saddle, Cyndarius placed his right hand on the great gate.

The palace gates swung open effortlessly...

*





In the Void, a little girl with pale skin and dark hair, her face and gown spattered with blood, drank of the fountain that dripped from the palace into nothingness.

This man was beautiful, she thought, watching him.



Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 06:25 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 12:20 AM)

Deprived of his buffing and healing protection, the Bosmer fell dead.

Isidor and Shaka made short work of the Khajiit.

From within the ruins of the castle came snapping and growling;  then the baying of the Welwa.

"That's it, that's all of them,"  Deothur said. "The gate, their gate... our gate... I'm sure they built the castle around it."

The bound souls dissolved into air, returning to the antechamber of souls.

Where the Castle of Sorrow had been, there was a gate, a simple ring with no blades, this time.

*





Loranna says " ... We did it ..."

She turns to Deothur. "This is where we part; thank you dear, for everything."

She reaches over to give Deothur a fond, but brief, embrace.

"Let's go to Allie," she says to her companions, smiling.


Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 06:27 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 10:25 PM)

Loranna says " ... We did it ..."

She turns to Deothur.  "This is where we part; thank you dear, for everything."

She reaches over to give Deothur a fond, but brief, embrace.

"Let's go to Allie," she says to her companions, smiling.

*




Anya felt her arms tremble, the magic subsiding. She took a deep breath, calming herself. "Yes, let's. I'm anxious to meet the famous General."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 06:28 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 12:25 AM)

Loranna says " ... We did it ..."

*





Goranthir wiped his eyes, and smiled. He had understood the Welwa's baying, and the triumph behind it, the long desired revenge, a victory that she had longed for ...

He too embraced Deothur, feeling every bit a child, and not at all a king.


Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 06:32 AM

Reichi smiled, sheathing the Wakizashi and picking up his scale sheild. "Well, that right there went from a nigh impossible looking task, to a butchery of a fight," he said. "Fun."


QUOTE

"Let's go to Allie," she says to her companions, smiling.



Reichi nodded.

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 06:36 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 29 2005, 06:16 AM)

Tamriel:

Broken, surrounded on all sides, and mostly dead already, the Azurites still fought hard to breech the palace. They seemed intent on one thing; killing the Emperor. Cyndarius knew what that would mean, and that knowledge had been enough to drive him halfway across the continent, to save him.

The great golden doors of the palace stood battered and dented. The advancing Legions quickly painted them red with Azurite blood.

With one last, thundering charge, Cyndarius's great warhorse ascended the palace steps, Nalion and his loyal companions at his side.

Swinging down from the saddle, Cyndarius placed his right hand on the great gate.

The palace gates swung open effortlessly...

*




Nalion glided from Forsa's saddle besides Cyndarius.
"Let's do what we came here for.", he said and nodded, stepping into the palace.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 06:37 AM

Slyvos sighed, feeling the effects of the potion beginning to fade.

'it's... slipping away.'

He stared at the portal, wondering just what was going to happen when they got through...

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 06:37 AM

Herwyn dropped his unneeded mace in the dirt and turned toward the crumbling spirit castle. Oddly, the poisoned bite in his ankle was already healed.

"Words cannot give you the thanks you deserve, Deothur," he said, bowing deeply to the Saint.

Behind him, the mace was already growing into a heavy-limbed bush.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 06:38 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 12:37 AM)

Slyvos sighed, feeling the effects of the potion beginning to fade.

'it's... slipping away.'

He stared at the portal, wondering just what was going to happen when they got through...

*





"Come on," said Goranthir. "We should hurry. We don't know what's happening in Tamriel right now. A hero may die before we reach Solunastra."



Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 06:40 AM

Deothur smiled.

"This is not a sad parting; I will see you all again, though you may not see me."

He turned to Loranna.

"You, daughter of the Temple, can speak to me whenever you desire.

"Go with my blessing, and the blessing of my Lady."


Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 06:42 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 12:40 AM)

Deothur smiled.

"This is not a sad parting;  I will see you all again, though you may not see me."

He turned to Loranna.

"You, daughter of the Temple, can speak to me whenever you desire.

"Go with my blessing, and the blessing of my Lady."

*





Goranthir, almost to the gate, turned to Deothur. "I didn't think to ask for whom the Welwa was a saint. Do you know?"



Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 06:43 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 12:40 AM)

Deothur smiled.

"This is not a sad parting;  I will see you all again, though you may not see me."

He turned to Loranna.

"You, daughter of the Temple, can speak to me whenever you desire.

"Go with my blessing, and the blessing of my Lady."

*





Loranna grins. "I'll speak with you when we get back," she says to Deothur, before turning and hugging Slyvos briefly.

"Come on, love," she says, before hopping through the gate, shedding her Breton flesh and once more appearing as the lovely, tearstreaked, blond woman clad in diaphanous clothes woven of ice and silver ...

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 06:45 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 11:42 PM)

Goranthir, almost to the gate, turned to Deothur.  "I didn't think to ask for whom the Welwa was a saint.  Do you know?"

*




"For Nirn, the goddess who was torn asunder," Deothur said. "Welwa are the champions of the wounded earth, and the earth that seeks to devour her children, and the earth that would protect the innocent. The Khajiit call her Nirni, though she is not worshipped much by men, except under the name of her sky-sister Mara."

The Welwa was still there; she touched Goranthir's nose with her own large, wet one, and licked his face.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 06:46 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 12:45 AM)

"For Nirn, the goddess who was torn asunder," Deothur said. "Welwa are the champions of the wounded earth, and the earth that seeks to devour her children, and the earth that would protect the innocent. The Khajiit call her Nirni, though she is not worshipped much by men, except under the name of her sky-sister Mara."

The Welwa was still there;  she touched Goranthir's nose with her own large, wet one, and licked his face.

*





Goranthir laughed, and held her, saying to her, "I will speak to you too, and I hope you will be able to hear me."

"Thank you, saints," he said with a sigh, leaping into the gate.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 06:48 AM

Anya walked up to Loranna. She huddled behind her, the shy, innocent girl that she appeared as when she was shown her true self. Dressed in a plain, tan gown, wide-eyed and curious, she peeked from around Loranna.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 06:51 AM

Herwyn breathed a sigh of relief and stepped through the gate, not the least bit tempted to look back at the place they were leaving.

Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 06:54 AM

Reichi bowed to the Saints before stepping through the gate.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 06:57 AM

Slyvos leaped through the portal, feeling the potion wear off and his true form returning, the balance between good and evil and all those things in between shown in his split physical appearance.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 07:01 AM

Isidor and Shaka followed them into the portal; Isidor returning to his true form, much like the old, only better; and Shaka returning to the form of a Redguard...

Posted by: Arynel Aug 29 2005, 07:04 AM

After passing through the gate the party would find themselves in a walled garden, where there grew all varieties of flowering plants and all things producing good fruit, some familiar, some none of them had ever seen before. The entirety of the place was simultaneously feral and cultivated, as if the natural chaos of creation had yielded itself to aesthetically pleasing organization. It was what all others strived to be, perfect, this was Solunastra, the true reward of heroes, the final resting place of the sun, moon, and stars.

In that place there were many waterways, flowing brooks and running streams, and every one of them could be seen converging at a single place, where the waters were flowing out from beneath the roots of a great tree, its bark was made of silver, its leaves, gold, and its fruit were as glorious as purest diamond.

Before the party stood a Breton, cloaked in the shadowy ebon of night, adorned with a thousand twinkling stars, like jewels woven throughout the firmament.

“Well done,” Arynel said in greeting, “No one comes to this place unless they are worthy of it, well done.”




Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 07:09 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Aug 29 2005, 01:04 AM)

After passing through the gate the party would find themselves in a walled garden, where there grew all varieties of flowering plants and all things producing good fruit, some familiar, some none of them had ever seen before.  The entirety of the place was simultaneously feral and cultivated, as if the natural chaos of creation had yielded itself to aesthetically pleasing organization.  It was what all others strived to be, perfect, this was Solunastra, the true reward of heroes, the final resting place of the sun, moon, and stars.

In that place there were many waterways, flowing brooks and running streams, and every one of them could be seen converging at a single place, where the waters were flowing out from beneath the roots of a great tree, its bark was made of silver, its leaves, gold, and its fruit were as glorious as purest diamond.

Before the party stood a Breton, cloaked in the shadowy ebon of night, adorned with a thousand twinkling stars, like jewels woven throughout the firmament.

“Well done,” Arynel said in greeting, “No one comes to this place unless they are worthy of it, well done.”

*





Loranna's eyes are older than they were on Tamriel; they look at Arynel with trembling lids, her expression that of overwhelmed joy.

Slowly, she reaches into her robes, and pulls out a single item; a book, a very special book ...


Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 07:13 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Aug 29 2005, 01:04 AM)

“Well done,” Arynel said in greeting, “No one comes to this place unless they are worthy of it, well done.”

*





Goranthir did not say a word, but merely bowed. The place was overwhelming in its beauty.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 07:14 AM

Slyvos looked at arynel, just glad this was all done and over with. Maybe things could get back to whatever semblence of normal they were at before this mess when they were assured that things were fixed.

'well, couldn't have asked for much of a better ending could we?'

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 07:16 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 11:14 PM)

Slyvos looked at arynel, just glad this was all done and over with. Maybe things could get back to whatever semblence of normal they were at before this mess when they were assured that things were fixed.

'well, couldn't have asked for much of a better ending could we?'

*




"I don't believe we're quite done yet," said Herwyn.

"But the hard part, at least for us, is over."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 07:19 AM

Ald Raathim

Jazbet looked into the future as he surveyed his domain. His empty eyes sought all possibilities, and he gasped.

A part of him that had not died rejoiced.



Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 07:19 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 29 2005, 01:16 AM)

"I don't believe we're quite done yet," said Herwyn.

"But the hard part, at least for us, is over."

*




"So, what happens now?" Reichi asked.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 07:21 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 29 2005, 01:16 AM)

"I don't believe we're quite done yet," said Herwyn.

"But the hard part, at least for us, is over."

*





"One part of all this ending is sad," said Goranthir sincerely. "In the new world, we will likely no longer be companions."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 07:24 AM

A tall, slender woman with white hair turned her head towards them. She was eating honey out of the hive, with her bare hand, like a bear; the bees did not seem to mind her trespass. She wore a white dress, and diamonds in her hair; her slippers were golden.

What the Eight did not feel, as they came through, was how the garden changed, altering itself to indulge each one. This was Happily Ever After, but it was also her heart; she was General Light, and they could come here because she had led them here.

"It's good to see you," she said, smiling, and coming to embrace Loranna, holding her sticky hand well clear. "Now we must take the book to Master Solin, so that he and Arynel can prepare."

She smiled, and bowed to all of them, including the ones she hadn't met.

"I am called Allerleirauh. Welcome to Solunastra."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 07:27 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 01:24 AM)

"I am called Allerleirauh. Welcome to Solunastra."

*





I have heard so much about you sounded trite.

Wow, you're beautiful sounded idiotic.

Instead, the former king and ranger once again bowed and said, "Goranthir of Firsthold, at your service, my lady."



Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 07:28 AM

Herwyn bowed deeply. Although they had never met, he was certain that the Lady already knew his name.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 07:29 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 01:24 AM)

A tall, slender woman with white hair turned her head towards them. She was eating honey out of the hive, with her bare hand, like a bear; the bees did not seem to mind her trespass. She wore a white dress, and diamonds in her hair;  her slippers were golden.

What the Eight did not feel, as they came through, was how the garden changed, altering itself to indulge each one. This was Happily Ever After, but it was also her heart;  she was General Light, and they could come here because she had led them here.

"It's good to see you,"  she said, smiling, and coming to embrace Loranna, holding her sticky hand well clear.  "Now we must take the book to Master Solin, so that he and Arynel can prepare."

She smiled, and bowed to all of them, including the ones she hadn't met.

"I am called Allerleirauh. Welcome to Solunastra."

*





Loranna embraces Allie fondly, her arms squeezing her friend; tears finally drip down her cheeks.

Quietly, she says I've missed you for far longer than I ever realized, dear ...

"Allie, may I present," she says, quickly introducing her companions who had never met the General, nor she them. "And yes, we should ..."


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 07:33 AM

Slyvos merely nodded to Allie, remaining quiet as he looked around the garden... even he had to admit, it was beautiful.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 07:34 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 12:27 AM)

I have heard so much about you sounded trite.

Wow, you're beautiful sounded idiotic.

Instead, the former king and ranger once again bowed and said, "Goranthir of Firsthold, at your service, my lady."

*




Allerleirauh gave Goranthir a deep courtesy. "Your majesty," she said.

"Tris will be sorry to have missed you; he has one more run to make, to tell Cyndarius not to lose hope, now that you are here."

She smiled at Herwyn Brand. It was the smile of someone shy, smiling at someone also shy; she did indeed know who he was.

She led them deeper into the garden, to the place where a white palace rose, all turrets and spires, with a fountain at its heart. On the steps sat Solin Kaer, reading a volume bound in red hide.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 07:37 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 01:34 AM)

Allerleirauh gave Goranthir a deep courtesy. "Your majesty,"  she said.

*





Goranthir blushed deeply. Where is that kingliness I possessed before? he asked himself. I could really use it now.

Hearing Tris's name, he smiled. He had honestly been afraid that he would never see his friend again.



Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 07:37 AM

Reichi grinned, and bowed back to Allerleiruah. He knw her, but not well. The longest he could remeber actually being near here was way back in Skyrim, when he got a ride on her back when she was a Welwa.


QUOTE

She led them deeper into the garden, to the place where a white palace rose, all turrets and spires, with a fountain at its heart. On the steps sat Solin Kaer, reading a volume bound in red hide.



Reichi momentarily marveled at the granduer of the palace, and nodded to Solin. A man he knew even less.

Posted by: Solin Aug 29 2005, 07:43 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 12:34 AM)

Allerleirauh gave Goranthir a deep courtesy. "Your majesty,"  she said.

"Tris will be sorry to have missed you;  he has one more run to make, to tell Cyndarius not to lose hope, now that you are here."

She smiled at Herwyn Brand. It was the smile of someone shy, smiling at someone also shy;  she did indeed know who he was.

She led them deeper into the garden, to the place where a white palace rose, all turrets and spires, with a fountain at its heart. On the steps sat Solin Kaer, reading a volume bound in red hide.

*




On the steps sat not a Dunmer or even an elf but, a man. He was clad in a plain brown robe more suited to travel than formal occasion. Looking up from the book with grey-blue eyes he took in the new arrivals. He closed the red book, gently laid it aside, and rose to his feet.

"Friends," he said simply and bowed.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 07:48 AM

QUOTE(Solin @ Aug 29 2005, 01:43 AM)

On the steps sat not a Dunmer or even an elf but, a man.  He was clad in a plain brown robe more suited to travel than formal occasion.  Looking up from the book with grey-blue eyes he took in the new arrivals.  He closed the red book, gently laid it aside, and rose to his feet.

"Friends," he said simply and bowed.

*





After the experience of seeing his companions True Selves, often so different from what he or they expected them to be, Solin's casual appearance did not fool Goranthir.

"Goranthir of Firsthold at your service, sir," he said, bowing.



Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 07:48 AM

QUOTE(Solin @ Aug 29 2005, 01:43 AM)

On the steps sat not a Dunmer or even an elf but, a man.  He was clad in a plain brown robe more suited to travel than formal occasion.  Looking up from the book with grey-blue eyes he took in the new arrivals.  He closed the red book, gently laid it aside, and rose to his feet.

"Friends," he said simply and bowed.

*





Loranna looks at Solin, recognizing him by his reading and his demeanor than by his appearance.

"Dear," she says, bowing to him. She holds forth the Mytopoeic Tome.

"We have brought the book, as we were told," she says, smiling, her eyes shining.



Posted by: Solin Aug 29 2005, 07:57 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 12:48 AM)

Loranna looks at Solin, recognizing him by his reading and his demeanor than by his appearance.

"Dear," she says, bowing to him.  She holds forth the Mytopoeic Tome.

"We have brought the book, as we were told," she says, smiling, her eyes shining.

*




Solin accepts the book with a smile.

"As fine a story as one could ever ask for," he said running his hand over the cover of the tome. "My complements to the author."

"My thanks," he continued. "Not only for the tome but for the hardships you endured to bring it here. Your long wait is nearly over. Give Arynel and I but a little longer and we will, at long last, bring conclusion to this."



Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 07:58 AM

QUOTE(Solin @ Aug 29 2005, 12:57 AM)

Solin accepts the book with a smile.

"As fine a story as one could ever ask for," he said running his hand over the cover of the tome.  "My complements to the author."

"My thanks," he continued. "Not only for the tome but for the hardships you endured to bring it here.  Your long wait is nearly over.  Give Arynel and I but a little longer and we will, at long last, bring conclusion to this."

*




Allerleirauh brushed Solin's cheek with her lips.

"Hurry," she said.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 08:14 AM

The Void

She had been very unhappy when the heroes who were to activate the Eidolon and set her free had all died. But she had not dwelt on the tragedy, for as much as she desired freedom, her surface needs, her requirements for blood, kept it away.

For the first time in her thousands of years of unlife, Bosriel, the Void Vampire, was sated. She had drank deeply of the wounded in the battles throughout Tamriel. Yes, there had been many wars before, and during the conquests of Tiber Septim, she had come close, but somehow, finally, she had found peace from her endless hunger.

The Void was no longer a trap she could not escape. It was home.




Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 08:17 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 01:58 AM)

Allerleirauh brushed Solin's cheek with her lips.

"Hurry,"  she said.

*





Loranna turns her eyes to look upon the sights of Solunastra, looking very much like a young girl who wishes to explore the garden.

"If I may ..." she says to Allie and Slyvos - perhaps a bit more to Slyvos, with the hint of a smile.


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 08:24 AM

"Goranthir," Allerleirauh said, very softly, when Solin had taken the book and gone away. "Why would we no longer be your companions? Because of your grandmother's war?"

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 08:29 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 02:24 AM)

"Goranthir,"  Allerleirauh said, very softly, when Solin had taken the book and gone away. "Why would we no longer be your companions?  Because of your grandmother's war?"

*





"Actually," Goranthir said. "I was thinking of my aunt. Herwyn's employer." The image of Tris being attacked in the Void by Leseth and Bosriel, ordered by Elysana, flashed in his mind. "Elysana has not been a friend of yours, and that is not likely to change soon, is it?"


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 08:34 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 01:29 AM)

"Actually," Goranthir said. "I was thinking of my aunt.  Herwyn's employer." The image of Tris being attacked in the Void by Leseth and Bosriel, ordered by Elysana, flashed in his mind. "Elysana has not been a friend of yours, and that is not likely to change soon, is it?"

*




"I believe your grandmother has promised to help Tris come to some sort of accord with Elysana," Allerleirauh said. "And I hope, for his sake, that Herwyn Brand is a good man... because he knows the way into the Void now, and if he isn't a good man, it has become my business."

She spoke as if Herwyn Brand were not right there, listening to her. And indeed he seemed too rapt in his surroundings to hear her words.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 08:40 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 02:34 AM)

"I believe your grandmother has promised to help Tris come to some sort of accord with Elysana,"  Allerleirauh said. "And I hope, for his sake, that Herwyn Brand is a good man... because he knows the way into the Void now, and if he isn't a good man, it has become my business."

She spoke as if Herwyn Brand were not right there, listening to her. And indeed he seemed too rapt in his surroundings to hear her words.

*





"He is a good man," Goranthir said very seriously, looking to Herwyn. "But good men can still be at odds. I hope and pray that if we are no longer companions, at least we won't be enemies. Barenziah is very persuasive and very cunning, but remember, in their power struggle years ago, when she was still very young, Elysana with no strong allies bested Barenziah, Helseth, and my mother. She is an ebony rock of determination."


Posted by: One87xe Aug 29 2005, 08:41 AM

*...somewhere in the Velothi Mountains...*

Uniqua: "Ok I think its safe to rest here...I dont sense anything around us...how are they faring?"

Sona: "I think Ami's waking up!!"

Ami: "Owww....my head...let me guess One and his damned unfocused Recall spell...what the hell happened to him?"

Sona: "He escaped from Ald Raathim on his own, he's been unconscious since we found him"

Ami: "And who are these people?"

Sona: "Hurst is the big Nord guy...Uniqua is the Dunmer...and that other one is Trefist"

Trefist: "What? I dont get an introduction?"

Hurst: "I be quick'n to introduce ye to the end of my mace"

Uniqua: "FLOOR!!"

*...a loud 'thud' can be heard...*

Trefist: "Straight to the bowels of hell with you, [censored]!!! The damn gravel hurts a whole lot...once I regain my ability to transform, your so dead...I vow it wretched Elf!!"

Ami: "Why is he with us again? He seems a little to dangerous"

Hurst: "Dont you be frett'n none lass, if'n he lays so much as a stiff gaze your way I be relievi'n him of his innards"

Trefist: "You and what army old man!!"

Sona: "Both of you shut up...Ami...why is his arm glowing like that?"

Ami: "I dont know...I've never seen this before"

Uniqua: "I hate to be so negative but that is shedding some bright light...lets cover it before they see it"

Trefist: "I knew it was a bad idea to bring him along"

*...a loud 'smack' can be heard...*

Ami: "You would mean to leave him behind? What kind of monster are you?"

Trefist: "Well I wasn't exactly to keen on bringing you along either"

Uniqua: "Knock it off...look we cant move him as long as his arms glowing it'll give us away...I say we stay tonight and set out in the morning...agreed?"

Hurst: "It sounds like a fine plan lass"

Ami: : "I agree...but I'll take the first watch"

Sona: "No I'll take the first watch...you get some rest"

Uniqua: "Then its settled...we'll leave at first light"



Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 08:45 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 01:40 AM)

"He is a good man," Goranthir said very seriously, looking to Herwyn. "But good men can still be at odds.  I hope and pray that if we are no longer companions, at least we won't be enemies.  Barenziah is very persuasive and very cunning, but remember, in their power struggle years ago, when she was still very young, Elysana with no strong allies bested Barenziah, Helseth, and my mother.  She is an ebony rock of determination."

*




"Tris made her weep once," Allerleirauh said, "With a necklace. I am strong myself; I understand Elysana. And I understand that weak things often confound the strong, when it seems such a thing should be impossible. How else are heroes made?"

She touched him, once, gently, on the hand, as if to be sure of him.

"I also wish that we shall remain friends," she said. And let it rest there.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 08:48 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 02:45 AM)

"Tris made her weep once,"  Allerleirauh said, "With a necklace. I am strong myself;  I understand Elysana. And I understand that weak things often confound the strong, when it seems such a thing should be impossible. How else are heroes made?"

She touched him, once, gently, on the hand, as if to be sure of him.

"I also wish that we shall remain friends,"  she said. And let it rest there.

*





Goranthir nodded. "Can you tell me, do you know what has happened since we've been gone? I know it shouldn't matter because we're going to change it all back, but when we left, they had just abandoned Ald Raathim, and there was trouble in Cyrodiil ... Well, I know that if some people die, even now, they will remain dead ... I guess I want to know, if you know if the others are still alive? Cyndarius? The others of Loranna's circle? My family? ... The Emperor?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 08:54 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 01:48 AM)

Goranthir nodded.  "Can you tell me, do you know what has happened since we've been gone?  I know it shouldn't matter because we're going to change it all back, but when we left, they had just abandoned Ald Raathim, and there was trouble in Cyrodiil ... Well, I know that if some people die, even now, they will remain dead ... I guess I want to know, if you know if the others are still alive?  Cyndarius? The others of Loranna's circle?  My family? ... The Emperor?"

*




"Tris has been running messages for me," Allerleirauh said. "I would not fear for your family; they have strong CHIM; they are bound to the Wheel and needed. I hear Plaas, an Argonian, nearly died but was saved. Cyndarius is well, and he goes to save the Emperor. Cyrodiil City fell some days ago; but the Emperor lives. Old Uriel's fate has been foretold and it is not yet his time to die; if we let him die, all this will be lost, and we will be cut loose from the Wheel. So pray for Cyndarius the Golden, and his company, trailing CHIM behind them like a falling star..."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 08:59 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 02:54 AM)

"Tris has been running messages for me,"  Allerleirauh said. "I would not fear for your family;  they have strong CHIM;  they are bound to the Wheel and needed. I hear Plaas, an Argonian, nearly died but was saved. Cyndarius is well, and he goes to save the Emperor. Cyrodiil City fell some days ago;  but the Emperor lives. Old Uriel's fate has been foretold and it is not yet his time to die;  if we let him die, all this will be lost, and we will be cut loose from the Wheel. So pray for Cyndarius the Golden, and his company, trailing CHIM behind them like a falling star..."

*





Goranthir felt tears of gratitude well up, and he let them come. He trusted Allerleirauh would not see that as unbecoming of a hero. "Thank Nirni," he said low, and was surprised that such words had come to him. Somehow he had become devout, all of the sudden.


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 09:03 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 01:59 AM)

Goranthir felt tears of gratitude well up, and he let them come.  He trusted Allerleirauh would not see that as unbecoming of a hero.  "Thank Nirni," he said low, and was surprised that such words had come to him.  Somehow he had become devout, all of the sudden.

*




"Why do you smell like a Welwa?" Allerleirauh asked suddenly, and then laughed.

She herself almost never cried; but the only tears she censured were tears of self-pity.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 09:06 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 03:03 AM)

"Why do you smell like a Welwa?"  Allerleirauh asked suddenly, and then laughed.

She herself almost never cried;  but the only tears she censured were tears of self-pity.

*





Loranna comes up, looking delighted. Upon hearing Allie, she clears her throat.

"We actually met a Welwa on the Plains - a saint whose team had fallen to the Source," she explains. "She helped us in our struggle; she took down a fierce Senche-Raht."

"Um, Allie, has Tris ... heard anything about my father?" Loranna asks, slightly hesitantly.


Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 09:08 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 03:03 AM)

"Why do you smell like a Welwa?"  Allerleirauh asked suddenly, and then laughed.

She herself almost never cried;  but the only tears she censured were tears of self-pity.

*





Goranthir also burst into laughter, touching his face, which was barely dry from the Welwa's tongue. He told Allerleirauh of their adventures in the spheres, including the Welwa saint in the Battle of Sorrow. Somehow that creature had given him a faith that he had never felt from all his spiritual instructions in Summerset.


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 09:16 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 02:06 AM)

Loranna comes up, looking delighted.  Upon hearing Allie, she clears her throat.

"We actually met a Welwa on the Plains - a saint whose team had fallen to the Source," she explains.  "She helped us in our struggle; she took down a fierce Senche-Raht."

"Um, Allie, has Tris ... heard anything about my father?" Loranna asks, slightly hesitantly.

*




"Your father is with General Cyndarius, having the time of his life," Allerleirauh said. "Cyndarius is a General now; and your father is likely to be one, when this is all over."


QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 02:08 AM)

Goranthir also burst into laughter, touching his face, which was barely dry from the Welwa's tongue.  He told Allerleirauh of their adventures in the spheres, including the Welwa saint in the Battle of Sorrow.  Somehow that creature had given him a faith that he had never felt from all his spiritual instructions in Summerset.

*




"All Welwa are female," Allerleirauh said. "Even those who are male in their natural form. I wonder who yours was; most are some other sort of creature, beneath the enchantment. I knew one once who was a great grey destrier. His master fell trying to defeat a Welwa guardian of a bridge; the destrier defeated her, and released her from the enchantment; and so chose to take her place, protecting the forests of silver and the copper bridge. They are a very old magic, as old as the Dawn."

She smiled, and flushed. She knew a great deal more about Welwa; but only so much needed to be said at one time.

"It doesn't displease me at all to know you love Nirn, Goranthir," she said. "She saved me, long ago; we are in the palm of her hand here, even in this corner of the Provisional House."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 09:22 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 03:16 AM)

"Your father is with General Cyndarius, having the time of his life,"  Allerleirauh said. "Cyndarius is a General now;  and your father is likely to be one, when this is all over."

*





Loranna looks surprised, then she begins laughing. "My dad ... oh my ..." Picturing her father as a General, Loranna laughs again, both at the absuridy and the perfectness of the image.


QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 03:16 AM)

"All Welwa are female,"  Allerleirauh said. "Even those who are male in their natural form. I wonder who yours was;  most are some other sort of creature, beneath the enchantment. I knew one once who was a great grey destrier. His master fell trying to defeat a Welwa guardian of a bridge;  the destrier defeated her, and released her from the enchantment;  and so chose to take her place, protecting the forests of silver and the copper bridge. They are a very old magic, as old as the Dawn."

She smiled, and flushed. She knew a great deal more about Welwa;  but only so much needed to be said at one time.

"It doesn't displease me at all to know you love Nirn, Goranthir,"  she said. "She saved me, long ago;  we are in the palm of her hand here, even in this corner of the Provisional House."

*





Loranna calms down as she listens to Allie speak of Nirn, though her eyes still twinkle.

"All goddesses are aspects of Nirn," she mutters quietly. That was what Deothur had said, wasn't it?

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 09:26 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 03:22 AM)

"All goddesses are aspects of Nirn," she mutters quietly.  That was what Goranthir had said, wasn't it?

*





"I believe what I can touch," said Goranthir simply. "When Deothur said you could speak to him, I suddenly desperately wanted to be able to talk to the Welwa again, after we were gone. She was kind and fierce in equal measures, all the aspects I love in humans and animals too ... An epiphany, I guess. My mother always said that spirtuality was for simpletons, and I guess that lesson I learned even if the other ones I resisted."


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 09:31 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 02:26 AM)

"I believe what I can touch," said Goranthir simply. "When Deothur said you could speak to him, I suddenly desperately wanted to be able to talk to the Welwa again, after we were gone.  She was kind and fierce in equal measures, all the aspects I love in humans and animals too ... An epiphany, I guess.  My mother always said that spirtuality was for simpletons, and I guess that lesson I learned even if the other ones I resisted."

*




"Welwa are great protectors of the innocent, and the young," Allerleirauh said. "It's natural she would like you."

She dipped her hand in the stream that flowed from the fountain.

"It's good to be simple sometimes; sometimes simple things are the best."

She lifted a palmful of water to her lips, and drank, then dipped again, and offered her hand to Loranna, and then Goranthir. There was no taste; but it was like drinking the color silver, or the sound of violins.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 09:34 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 03:31 AM)

She lifted a palmful of water to her lips, and drank, then dipped again, and offered her hand to Loranna, and then Goranthir. There was no taste;  but it was like drinking the color silver, or the sound of violins.

*





Goranthir drank it, and then felt faint. "I don't know when I ate last," he said, stumbling a bit. Hunger and exhaustion had fallen on him in quick order. When had he eaten last? It was in Firewatch, he knew, but when was that? A day ago? A week? A year?


Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 09:36 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 03:31 AM)

"Welwa are great protectors of the innocent, and the young,"  Allerleirauh said. "It's natural she would like you."

She dipped her hand in the stream that flowed from the fountain.

"It's good to be simple sometimes;  sometimes simple things are the best."

She lifted a palmful of water to her lips, and drank, then dipped again, and offered her hand to Loranna, and then Goranthir. There was no taste;  but it was like drinking the color silver, or the sound of violins.

*





Loranna drinks from Allie's hand, and smiles, her eyes closed as she savors the not-taste of silver.

"I'd thought that since ... well, since meeting Deothur," she admits. "I've been thinking on it even more since the Antechamber."

She opens her eyes, her faint tearstreaks catching the light. "Even if there have been times when I've felt myself too simple."


Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 09:42 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 02:34 AM)

Goranthir drank it, and then felt faint.  "I don't know when I ate last," he said, stumbling a bit.  Hunger and exhaustion had fallen on him in quick order.  When had he eaten last?  It was in Firewatch, he knew, but when was that?  A day ago?  A week?  A year?

*




Allerleirauh stood, and plucked a heavy silver-skinned pear from the tree above their heads. "No meat here," she said, "Unless I choose to go and catch a rabbit. But the fruit is not like the fruit of Tamriel, it should sustain you well. Imagine what Arynel will say when he tells me he spent his day building bridges across the spheres and cracking open new universes, and I tell him I spent mine peeling pears for princes."

She peeled the pear, deftly, with a little silver knife. It was very ripe, and blushed all along one side.


QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 02:36 AM)

Loranna drinks from Allie's hand, and smiles, her eyes closed as she savors the not-taste of silver.

"I'd thought that since ... well, since meeting Deothur," she admits.  "I've been thinking on it even more since the Antechamber." 

She opens her eyes, her faint tearstreaks catching the light.  "Even if there have been times when I've felt myself too simple."

*




"To be simple is not quite the same thing as to be foolish," Allerleirauh said. "Although... who can say? If it were not for your foolishness, we never would have met, and I would have been the poorer for it."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 09:46 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 03:42 AM)

Allerleirauh stood, and plucked a heavy silver-skinned pear from the tree above their heads. "No meat here,"  she said, "Unless I choose to go and catch a rabbit. But the fruit is not like the fruit of Tamriel, it should sustain you well. Imagine what Arynel will say when he tells me he spent his day building bridges across the spheres and cracking open new universes, and I tell him I spent mine peeling pears for princes."

She peeled the pear, deftly, with a little silver knife. It was very ripe, and blushed all along one side.

*





Goranthir devoured the sweet flesh of the pear with gratitude, and took a seat in the soft grass. Almost in slow motion, he drifted back, his eyes growing heavy. "Wake me if ..."

The exact situation for which he would need to be roused was never expressed. He slept soundly, a handsome young man asleep in paradise.



Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 03:08 PM

Isidor had stood quite through everything so far. He was still in shock at what had happened. They had made it through there. That hell. He would have one hell of a story to tell Falco...

Isidor said to one in particular "Well, that was fun, but I really need a drink. " As he said this, he thought of the last time he had a drink. It had been with Kethiah, in the tavern. He thought of her again, and wondered if there was something he could do for her, to repair whatever damage he had done.

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 03:27 PM

Shaka was quiet in Solunastra. The bound spear had disappeared, and the Spear of Bitter Mercy was still with Cyndarius' forces. He felt ashamed that he had not been of more help in the battle with the Source, but there was no point of speaking on it now.

He felt a little sad as he looked at the perfection of Solunastra and Allerleirauh. Despite travelling through the Spheres, Shaka was a mortal at heart. He knew when he was out of his depth.

Shaka wasn't comfortable with immortals such as Allerleirauh and, apparently, Solin and Arynel. We must seem like insects to them, he thought; the kind who live and die in a single day. The immortals probably didn't consciously think in those terms, but it still seemed likely.


Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 03:38 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 29 2005, 07:27 AM)

Shaka wasn't comfortable with immortals such as Allerleirauh and, apparently, Solin and Arynel.  We must seem like insects to them, he thought;  the kind who live and die in a single day.  The immortals probably didn't consciously think in those terms, but it still seemed likely.

*




Anya came over and wrapped her arm around Shaka's, pulling close. She had only met one other person that seemed to defy logic, and that was long ago. She stared, mystified at Allereiruah. Mouth slightly open in curiousity, but a little intimidated by the power she radiated. She didn't flaunt it, it seemed; yet it was there, plain to see.

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 06:00 PM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Aug 29 2005, 09:38 AM)

Anya came over and wrapped her arm around Shaka's, pulling close. She had only met one other person that seemed to defy logic, and that was long ago. She stared, mystified at Allereiruah. Mouth slightly open in curiousity, but a little intimidated by the power she radiated. She didn't flaunt it, it seemed; yet it was there, plain to see.

*





Shaka hugged her for a second. "We never seem to get our timing right, do we, Anya." He wasn't surprised that her true self was youthful, but Shaka wouldn't be completely comfortable again until they were both in their former bodies.

Do I want to be an Argonian again, he wondered. Somehow he still did, despite the lifelong disadvantages that included the inability to wear either boots or some types of armor.

On the other hand, he would once again have virtual immunity to poison, greater agility, and so on.... Stupid to think on it, he chided himself. The Eight deserved to rest for now.

It was strange. Another being would have been capering through the grounds of Solunastra, to think that they had beaten the Source of All Sorrow and given the Mundus a chance to be restored to its true history. And after all the doubts I shared with the others, too, he thought wryly. But Shaka couldn't bring himself to rejoice.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 06:20 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 29 2005, 12:00 PM)

Shaka hugged her for a second.  "We never seem to get our timing right, do we, Anya."  He wasn't surprised that her true self was youthful, but Shaka wouldn't be completely comfortable again until they were both in their former bodies.

Do I want to be an Argonian again, he wondered.  Somehow he still did, despite the lifelong disadvantages that included the inability to wear either boots or some types of armor.

On the other hand, he would once again have virtual immunity to poison, greater agility, and so on....  Stupid to think on it, he chided himself.  The Eight deserved to rest for now.

It was strange.  Another being would have been capering through the grounds of Solunastra, to think that they had beaten the Source of All Sorrow and given the Mundus a chance to be restored to its true history.  And after all the doubts I shared with the others, too, he thought wryly.  But Shaka couldn't bring himself to rejoice.

*




Isidor walked over to Shaka and said "So, this is the real you, huh? Never would've thought it."

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 06:30 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 12:20 PM)

Isidor walked over to Shaka and said "So, this is the real you, huh? Never would've thought it."

*





"Maybe," said Shaka. "If we can return to the Mundus, I'll probably be Argonian again. There must have been some reason that I was born a lizard." But then again, it's possible there wasn't, he thought to himself.

Shaka unshipped the enchanted daedric warhammer for a moment, then replaced it. "I'll miss this somehow, though I didn't get much chance to wield it. I can never afford one on earth. Heavy as hell anyway," he admitted.

"If Arkay's realm has been restored, we've got a lot ahead of us," he mused to Isidor and Anya. "All those people slain in Vvardenfell . . . . All those animals, even, who were killed. Maybe we can continue to help refugees of both kinds."

Posted by: One87xe Aug 29 2005, 08:00 PM

*...the Velothi Mountains...*

Sona: "Ah your awake...feel any better Ami?"

Ami: "MMM...yeah a little how's..."

*...Ami is shocked to see One's cot empty...*

Ami: "Where is he!!"

Sona: "One?...he just got up and started walking around...the good news is his arm stopped glowing"

Ami: "...and the others?"

Sona: "Trefist went to scout Riften...come to think of it he's been gone quite some time, Uniquas on that hill trying to get our bearings, and I believe Hurst is with One"

Ami: "Aren't you worried about Trefists'...intentions?"

Sona: "Oh no...not at all...what with Hurst being here, and that amulet that Uniqua makes him wear...not to mention your Ansei friends awake so no, it is of no concern to me"

Ami: "You seem pretty confident"

Sona: "Thanks"

Ami: "So where did you say One walked off too?"

*...in a grove not to far away...*

Hurst: "So what mann'r a sorcery you call that aga'n?"

"It's a Shehai...or Spirit-Sword"

Hurst: "An its supp'sed to look like that?"

"Well this form is new to me...but pretty much yeah"

Hurst: "Ya crazy wizards and ye tomfool'ry"

*...One spots a small tree not to far in front of him and calls forth the Shehai...however it wasn't the twin snakes he was used to...it was different somehow...instead of a low red glow, the flame burned black, and the snakes had been replaced by what appeared to be thorns...a slight grey hue can be seen as he moves the Shehai about...he strikes the tree, cuts it diagonally through the middle and watches as it falls to the ground...*

"What? You said we needed fire wood?"

Hurst: "Neh...I dinna say that...we can't build a fire anyways"

*...the group is suddenly startled by footsteps approaching...they assemble to hear whats going on...*

Trefist: "Problems, it seems theres quite a battle for the Imperial City right now...there's Azurite divisions everywhere...I say we head South and avoid the frustration"

Ami: "But you just said The Imperials are fighting to the West"

Trefist: "Hence why we should go South"

"I say we continue West"

Trefist: "When the hell did you wake up?"

"Never mind that...say you smell of...of wolf"

Trefist: "Whats that supposed to mean Redguard!!"

"It means know your place or I'll cut you into Scrib food"

*...One calls forth his Shehai...*

Trefist: "Am I supposed to be frightened?"

Uniqua: "Well since you cant change...yeah you should be"

Trefist: "Point taken"

Ami: "So which way are we going?"

Sona: "I dont think the Imperial City's such a hot idea...especially if theres a battle going on"

Hurst: "I agr'e with the lass...Cyrodiil could mean suicide"

"At least there we have a fighting chance...staying out here is just going to delay the inevitable"

Uniqua: "He does have a point"

Ami: "Cyrodiil it is then"

"Cyrodiil it is"

*...with that the group makes its way through the mountains...*







Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 08:06 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 29 2005, 12:30 PM)

"Maybe," said Shaka.  "If we can return to the Mundus, I'll probably be Argonian again.  There must have been some reason that I was born a lizard."  But then again, it's possible there wasn't, he thought to himself.

Shaka unshipped the enchanted daedric warhammer for a moment, then replaced it.  "I'll miss this somehow, though I didn't get much chance to wield it.  I can never afford one on earth.  Heavy as hell anyway," he admitted.

"If Arkay's realm has been restored, we've got a lot ahead of us," he mused to Isidor and Anya.  "All those people slain in Vvardenfell . . . .  All those animals, even, who were killed.  Maybe we can continue to help refugees of both kinds."

*




"I thought everything would return to the way it was. The Azurites would be destroyed, and everything back the way it was."

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 08:55 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 02:06 PM)

"I thought everything would return to the way it was. The Azurites would be destroyed, and everything back the way it was."

*





"I hope so, Isidor. I was thinking of the refugees still left from the Blue Dawn and Red Mountain."

Shaka had to admit that Solunastra was beautiful. He watched a fountain and its pool for a moment, placing his helm to one side.


Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 09:15 PM

Isidor took Shaka aside and said "Um, I have something I should probably tell you. In the sphere of Zenithar, I kissed Anya." "On the cheek." He added hurridley.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 12:30 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 03:15 PM)

Isidor took Shaka aside and said "Um, I have something I should probably tell you. In the sphere of Zenithar, I kissed Anya." "On the cheek." He added hurridley.

*





Shaka had to smile at his friend's earnestness. "It's okay, Isidor," he said.


Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 12:31 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 29 2005, 06:30 PM)

Shaka had to smile at his friend's earnestness.  "It's okay, Isidor," he said.

*




Isidor's face showed evident relief.

"I'm glad. She was crying, and upset, so I tried to comfort her. Not the best way to do it, though..."

He smiled, slightly.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 01:09 AM

Within the palace were wine and food, golden plates and little silver knives and forks, sumptuous beds with satin hangings, and all manner of earthly comforts. But there was no need for any of those things. Outside the grass and flowers formed a bed of the perfect softness, sweet scented, in which no biting insects lurked, and the temperature and the soft wind tempted one to lay aside all but the most essential clothes. Outside were figs that swayed with the wind, inviting the touch of a hand, and honey made by the most gentle bees; down the hill in the orchard were olives lining the shore of a brilliant ocean.

Solunastra had grown, grew a little every time someone new entered it. Allerleirauh thought that perhaps the wilder part of the forest had grown when Arynel came. The tree with fruit like starlight that cured Bosriel's darkness had grown for all three of Solunastra's masters. There were places over a more distant hill where strange machines waited for the touch of a master's hand, that were Solin's, and soaring spires and stained glass which were Solin's too. In time she would learn what new things had happened to this domain since the coming of the Eight.

Right now, Allerleirauh was sewing, her favorite thing in the world to do, combining as it did utility with beauty.

Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 01:29 AM

In Solunastra, if you looked under a shaded tree, you would find Goranthir asleep, dreamless on the soft grass.

Posted by: AND Yesterday, 01:32 AM

Plaas and the Bosmers fought hardly. They fought in frontof the Palace. They were just outside the Palace's doors. Blod from Azurites and Twilights had stained every inch of Plaas' blade. The Bosmers were also fighting gallantly. He had killed more on this day than ever in his life. When Cyndarius had come, it was a relief but there was still a very large possibility that the Emperor would die. The Winged Twilights hovered over him, their claws ready to pounce. One dove down, but Plaas quickly killed it, but another came from behind him and cut his throat. BLood sprayed, and Plaas fell. As he looked back onto the battlefield, he saw bodies, thousands of them. They were all dead. And now, he would be too.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 01:37 AM

Loranna had set off to explore this wonderous place, so full of color and movement and beauty; she helped herself to figs to assuage her hunger and tasted the honey that Allie had been having when she arrived and tiptoed through the orchid, looking for the olives that were 'just right'. She wandered where her feet would take her, finding the ocean for a swim, exploring the forests and remembering other times in other forests when she slipped through unseen, and though she did not go among the strange machines she did at least climb the hill to look down in child-like wonder.

And then, her heart told her to head back, over the bridge, to find the place she missed most of all, for though she loved everything she had seen there was still one thing she longed for. And so she crossed the bridge and set foot on a field as dazzlingly white as Allerleirauh's dress, where the air was crisp and cold and yet welcoming and all around there was white on white, simple beauty which if looked at closely revealed ever-increasing complexity, and wonder, and trees with icicles hanging off the branches as though they were shimmering fruits themselves.

And Loranna laughed, for she knew the snow was just perfect, and her heart was joyful because she was where she missed most of all, and Happily Ever After had it all along. And she played as she had as a young girl, and as a young woman, in the snow, until she missed her friends and wished to pelt them with snowballs and to watch them make snow angels, Slyvos especially. And so she headed back, flecks of snow adorning her hair like little stars.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 01:53 AM

Slyvos wandered through Solunastra, and saw something he thought he'd never see again. He saw the little piece of himself he had put into it, his own little piece of the paradise. It was his first home... a cozy little fire lit up in the hearth, a small room with nice chair and a view out the small but still nice window. It was simple... like life should have been. On the desk was a flute, his flute to be precise; he picked it up and began to play. the music could be heard throughout this wonderous place, like an echo...

Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 01:55 AM

Goranthir had woken up a couple times, and then turned back over and gone back to sleep. It was sheer bliss that there was no one who needed him now.

Then he looked to the brook, and realized that as long as it had been since he slept, or ate, it was really long since he had a bath. Particularly if you didn't count being dragged behind an Azurite warship through the Inner Sea ...

He slipped into the waters, just a few degrees cooler than the air, enough to be truly refreshing without the slightest chill. The Prince floated on his back and listened to Slyvos's music.


Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 02:00 AM

Shaka was starting to relax more and believe that this place was a haven. He was wading along the sea, wearing pants; he had left his armor back at the fountain.

He smiled to see that Loranna had returned with snow in her hair, but waved back to the others and declined a snowball fight. After spending most of his 40 years as an Argonian, he still wasn't completely used to cold.


Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 02:16 AM

Reichi wandered throughout Solunastra, from the marvelously decorated palace, where he stopped to eat and drink, to the forests and the Ocean, where he stopped again for a brief swim. Reichi was throughly impressed, this was 'Happily-Ever-After' indeed, he reflected as he lay on the shore. Simply put, it was paradise. Shame they had to leave when the whole mess down in the Mundus got fixed. He liked it here, anyone would like it here. This place made the Source of All Sorrow look like even bigger fools. Who needs to be a 'god' of a plain of Conflict when one can be here?



Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 02:17 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 07:53 PM)

Slyvos wandered through Solunastra, and saw something he thought he'd never see again. He saw the little piece of himself he had put into it, his own little piece of the paradise. It was his first home... a cozy little fire lit up in the hearth, a small room with nice chair and a view out the small but still nice window. It was simple... like life should have been. On the desk was a flute, his flute to be precise; he picked it up and began to play. the music could be heard throughout this wonderous place, like an echo...

*





As Loranna returns, she hears the faint music of a flute and her feet quicken their pace, and her arms begin to move, and soon she is dancing her way to Slyvos's haven.

"Slyvos dear do come out and play," she calls from his door. "The snow is just right over the bridge and the air is invigorating. Bring your flute; after we have a snowball fight we can make snowmen and play for them."


Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 02:19 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 08:17 PM)

As Loranna returns, she hears the faint music of a flute and her feet quicken their pace, and her arms begin to move, and soon she is dancing her way to Slyvos's haven.

"Slyvos dear do come out and play," she calls from his door.  "The snow is just right over the bridge and the air is invigorating.  Bring your flute; after we have a snowball fight we can make snowmen and play for them."

*




Isidor wandered through Solunastra, wondering if this is what Sovengarde was like. Well, obviously, Sovengarde would have more mead, but it was amazing, nontheless. He looked over and saw Loranna coming back with snow in her hair. He smiled at her and said "Snowball fight?" His eyes twinkled.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 02:35 AM

Slyvos smiled, getting up from his comfy chair and giving the flute a rest for a moment, hugging Loranna.

'well then, shall we go? and try not to win TOO much if a snowball fight breaks out...'

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 02:39 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 08:35 PM)

Slyvos smiled, getting up from his comfy chair and giving the flute a rest for a moment, hugging Loranna.

'well then, shall we go? and try not to win TOO much if a snowball fight breaks out...'

*





Loranna hugs Slyvos back, kissing him fondly.

"Slyvos, half the fun of a good snowball fight is getting hit," she says, laughing. "Besides, it's not like I've had many years of experience in snowball fights ..."

In this life at least, she thinks to herself with a secret smile. She takes Slyvos's hand and begins leading him to the bridge.

"Hail Isidor! Up for a bit of fun in the snow?" she calls out, seeing the steel-thewed warrior. "it's lovely just over the bridge; you must come and see ..."


Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 02:40 AM

Allerleirauh looked at the boy floating in the stream, looked at the woman with snowflakes in her hair, and undid the laces of her heavy gown, stepping out of it. Underneath was a white silk shift, which came to the middle of her thighs, much better suited for playing. She left the dress in a puddle on the grass, and wandered over the bridge, barefoot, into the land of snow.

Perfect for a Nord, with just the right amount of wind.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 02:41 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 08:39 PM)

Loranna hugs Slyvos back, kissing him fondly.

"Slyvos, half the fun of a good snowball fight is getting hit," she says, laughing.  "Besides, it's not like I've had many years of experience in snowball fights ..."

In this life at least, she thinks to herself with a secret smile.  She takes Slyvos's hand and begins leading him to the bridge.

"Hail Isidor!  Up for a bit of fun in the snow?" she calls out, seeing the steel-thewed warrior.  "it's lovely just over the bridge; you must come and see ..."

*




"Sounds good to me. Where did Goran go off to?"

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 02:50 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 08:41 PM)

"Sounds good to me. Where did Goran go off to?"

*





"I'm not sure Isidor; last I saw he was sleeping down that way," Loranna says. "I'm sure if he is awake and wishes to join us he'll come."


QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 08:40 PM)

Allerleirauh looked at the boy floating in the stream, looked at the woman with snowflakes in her hair, and undid the laces of her heavy gown, stepping out of it. Underneath was a white silk shift, which came to the middle of her thighs, much better suited for playing. She left the dress in a puddle on the grass, and wandered over the bridge, barefoot, into the land of snow.

Perfect for a Nord, with just the right amount of wind.

*





As Loranna steps onto the snowy fields, she smiles. "Rematch," she laughs, her bare toes wiggling in the snow. "Boys against girls, mages versus warriors, or shall we just draw straws?"


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 02:51 AM

Slyvos grinned, picking up a giant pile of snow with telekenesis and dropping it on Loranna, whistling.

'that answer it?'

Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 02:53 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 07:50 PM)

"I'm not sure Isidor; last I saw he was sleeping down that way," Loranna says.  "I'm sure if he is awake and wishes to join us he'll come."
As Loranna steps onto the snowy fields, she smiles.  "Rematch," she laughs, her bare toes wiggling in the snow.  "Boys against girls, mages versus warriors, or shall we just draw straws?"

*




"That's not the way to win a snowball fight," Allerleirauh said, popping Loranna smartly in the mouth with the snowball she had hidden in her hand. She turned and fled into the snow, laughing.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 02:57 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 08:53 PM)

"That's not the way to win a snowball fight,"  Allerleirauh said, popping Loranna smartly in the mouth with the snowball she had hidden in her hand. She turned and fled into the snow, laughing.

*




Isidor tossed his snowball at Slyvos's face, then smiled, and ran backwards a little bit.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 02:57 AM

"You!" Loranna spits snow out of her mouth and shakes her head, sending snow flying everywhere - which proves to be ideal cover for dusking and making a snowball of her own, which she throws suddenly at Isidor.

"Get her!" Loranna laughs, pointing at the retreating Allerleirauh.


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 03:00 AM

Slyvos picked up another pile of snow, and used his magic to make it into the biggest pile of snow ever!!!!!!!!

'as you wish your majesty!'

He laughed as he said that, and threw the massive thing towards allie, before slipping into the snow and laughing his butt off... not literally of course.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 03:02 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 08:00 PM)

Slyvos picked up another pile of snow, and used his magic to make it into the biggest pile of snow ever!!!!!!!!

'as you wish your majesty!'

He laughed as he said that, and threw the massive thing towards allie, before slipping into the snow and laughing his butt off... not literally of course.

*




Allerleirauh, who had been running zigzag patterns, laughing, shrieked and went down under the pile of snow. It was fun, like being knocked down by a great wave.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:03 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 08:57 PM)

"You!"  Loranna spits snow out of her mouth and shakes her head, sending snow flying everywhere - which proves to be ideal cover for dusking and making a snowball of her own, which she throws suddenly at Isidor.

"Get her!" Loranna laughs, pointing at the retreating Allerleirauh.

*




Isidor got hit in the face with Loranna's snowball, and retaliated with two of his own, one at Loranna and one at Slyvos.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 03:07 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 09:00 PM)

Slyvos picked up another pile of snow, and used his magic to make it into the biggest pile of snow ever!!!!!!!!

'as you wish your majesty!'

He laughed as he said that, and threw the massive thing towards allie, before slipping into the snow and laughing his butt off... not literally of course.

*





"Dear!" Loranna yells, mock-annoyed, "Use your hands!" She breaks out into a fit of giggles. Seeing Allie go down made her laugh all the harder.


QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 09:03 PM)

Isidor got hit in the face with Loranna's snowball, and retaliated with two of his own, one at Loranna and one at Slyvos.

*





"Whaaa!" Another snowball hits Loranna, sending her off her feet - though she recovers gracefully and rolls in the snow, coming up looking like a snow nymph.

"I shall rain wet fluffy snow-laden doom upon your heads!" Loranna decrees, lobbing one snowball high at Isidor before gunning a second at his midsection.


Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 03:10 AM

Reichi seemingly appeared out of the snow behind Loranna and Slyvos and flung a snowball at each. "Sneak Attack!" he yelled out.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 03:14 AM

Slyvos laughed, getting nailed by two snowballs at once, one from the front and another behind. The... whatever he was in his true form, got a snowball made rather quickly and threw it behind him, hitting Reichi right in the face, and then found a shovel, taking it and using it to fling piles of snow upon them all!!!!

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:19 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 09:07 PM)

"Dear!" Loranna yells, mock-annoyed, "Use your hands!"  She breaks out into a fit of giggles.  Seeing Allie go down made her laugh all the harder.
"Whaaa!"  Another snowball hits Loranna, sending her off her feet - though she recovers gracefully and rolls in the snow, coming up looking like a snow nymph.

"I shall rain wet fluffy snow-laden doom upon your heads!" Loranna decrees, lobbing one snowball high at Isidor before gunning a second at his midsection.

*




Isidor gets hit in the chest with one and yells in a mocking tone "Doom? Snow is not doom to a nord!"

Isidor then preceeded to throw snowballs at Loranna, two aimed at her head, and two at her midsection.

Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 03:21 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 09:14 PM)

Slyvos laughed, getting nailed by two snowballs at once, one from the front and another behind. The... whatever he was in his true form, got a snowball made rather quickly and threw it behind him, hitting Reichi right in the face, and then found a shovel, taking it and using it to fling piles of snow upon them all!!!!

*




Reichi fell back in a overly dramatic and exagerated manner, before rolling and getting back to his feet, making a couple of snowballs and tossing them at Isidor while he was distracted throwing snowballls at Loranna.

Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 03:21 AM

A howl of some great polar beast echoed over the snowy plain.

A sudden wind swept over them all, bringing with it a wave of snow.


Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 03:22 AM

Allerleirauh emerged from the snow like a badger popping out of a hole, shaking her head so that snow went everywhere.

"Slyvos cheats!" she said, laughing, and quickly forming a snowball to throw at him, she dashed back across the bridge to the safety of the garden.

This was not a time or place for worry - but she knew time was passing quickly for those on Nirn. She hoped Solin and Arynel were up to their task.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 03:25 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 09:22 PM)

Allerleirauh emerged from the snow like a badger popping out of a hole, shaking her head so that snow went everywhere.

"Slyvos cheats!"  she said, laughing, and quickly formed a snowball to throw at him, she dashed back across the bridge to the safety of the garden.

This was not a time or place for worry - but she knew time was passing quickly for those on Nirn. She hoped Solin and Arynel were up to their task.

*





Loranna gets pelted from above, mid, and from behind; she curls up into a ball and weathers out the onslaught, yelling at Allie "Hey! How come I have to fend them all off now?!"

Deciding to emulate Allie, she stays low, digging into the snow and waiting for people to either pick new targets or else make the mistake of coming to get her ...


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 03:29 AM

Slyvos used fortify speed on himself and started chain-gunning snowballs at everyone, til he 'accidentally' fell on the mound of snow Loranna was hiding behind tongue.gif

Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 03:32 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 09:21 PM)

A howl of some great polar beast echoed over the snowy plain.

A sudden wind swept over them all, bringing with it a wave of snow.

*




"[censored]," Was all Reichi could say before being burried under the wave of snow. After a few moment he pulled himself out of the snow, only to duck back into it to avoid Slyvos's onslaught of snow. That is, of course, until Slyvos 'accidentally' fell.

Then Reichi pulled himself out again glanced about, looking for Goranthir, who no doubt was the cause.

Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 03:33 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 29 2005, 09:22 PM)

"Slyvos cheats!"  she said, laughing, and quickly forming a snowball to throw at him, she dashed back across the bridge to the safety of the garden.

*





"Does he?" Goranthir cried, throwing his ebony daikatana, where the Kynarine wind blast originated, aside. He had dried himself off mostly with his cloak, but crystals had already formed in his hair from the left-over moisture.

He began belting Slyvos with snowballs, laughing, and roaring like beast.



Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:34 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 09:29 PM)

Slyvos used fortify speed on himself and started chain-gunning snowballs at everyone, til he 'accidentally' fell on the mound of snow Loranna was hiding behind tongue.gif

*




Isidor grinned as Slyvos "fell" on to Loranna.



QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 29 2005, 09:32 PM)

"[censored]," Was all Reichi could say before being burried under the wave of snow. After a few moment he pulled himself out of the snow, only to duck back into it to avoid Slyvos's onslaught of snow. That is, of course, until Slyvos 'accidentally'  fell.

Then Reichi pulled himself out again glanced about, looking for Goranthir, who no doubt was the cause.

*




Isidor took advantage of Reichi's momentary surprise, and pelted the Dunmer with five or so snowballs as his back. Isidor noticed Goran appear, and threw a snowball at his stomach.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 03:37 AM

Loranna pops up just long enough to grab Slyvos and pull him behind the remains of her snow barricade.

"Aha! A prisoner of war," she says with a grin, before planting a kiss on Slyvos's lips that would rob him of all strength for a moment - without the use of magic.

"I offer you your freedom in return for your aid in defending my castle," she says to Slyvos as she throws snowballs back at Goran and Reichi. "Do you accept or must I whisk you off to the dungeons?"


Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 03:39 AM

He smiles, before getting a mischievious look on his face.

'what, mi'lady do the dungeons imply?'

A bit of snow fell off a treebranch that was mysteriously hanging over reichi, landing on his head.

Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 03:41 AM

Reichi yelped, in surprise more than anything, when Isidor's snowballs hit him, and the snow from the tree. He ducked under the ones Loranna threw and tossed several snowballs at Isidor in retalitation.


Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:42 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 29 2005, 09:41 PM)

Reichi yelped, in surprise more than anything, when Isidor's snowballs hit him, and the snow from the tree. He ducked under the ones Loranna threw and tossed several snowballs at Isidor in retalitation.

*




Isidor sent a storm of snowballs at Reichi and yelled "Come on, wimpy, is that the best you can do?"

Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 03:45 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 09:42 PM)

Isidor sent a storm of snowballs at Reichi and yelled "Come on, wimpy, is that the best you can do?"

*





"You asked for it!" Reichi called back, before hurling a snowball that could have been called a snowboulder at Isidor.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:46 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 29 2005, 09:45 PM)

"You asked for it!" Reichi called back, before hurling a snowball that could have been called a snowboulder at Isidor.

*




Isidor got blown backwards, and fell in the snow, the air knocked out of his chest. "[censored]."

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 03:46 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 29 2005, 09:39 PM)

He smiles, before getting a mischievious look on his face.

'what, mi'lady do the dungeons imply?'

A bit of snow fell off a treebranch that was mysteriously hanging over reichi, landing on his head.

*





"The dungeons imply you start digging; I haven't had a chance to make them yet," Loranna chuckles.

"Now let's show these good adventuresome souls what a former lich and a former Daedra Prince vessel can do," she says, handing Slyvos a snowball as she builds up a respectable store of ammunition. Her translucent ice-woven outfit shimmers with the accumulated snow she's gotten on her, and she shakes her hair free of flakes, sending snow all over the makeshift fort.


Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 03:48 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 09:34 PM)

Isidor noticed Goran appear, and threw a snowball at his stomach.

*





Goranthir tried to dodge, but slipped in the snow, landing on his owl.




Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 03:50 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 09:46 PM)

Isidor got blown backwards, and fell in the snow, the air knocked out of his chest. "[censored]."

*




Reichi used Isidor's momentary incapacitation to hurridly dig a small foxhole, and ducked down into it. He worked the left over snow into a few snowballs and hurled them at Loranna.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 03:51 AM

Slyvos begins to bombard people with snowballs from within the fort, shouting out the occasional light-hearted taunt and laughing so hard that one of the snowballs someone threw at him down his throat and into his stomach.

'okay... that's why I'm glad the laws of reality don't aply here!'

He glanced first one way, then another, and used his telekenesis to cheat and making an entire igloo fall on Isidor. o-o

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:52 AM

Isidor crawled through the snow, stopping once or twice. He was behind Reichi in a minute, and picked up some snow, and dumped it onto the Dunmer's head.

Then, the igloo fell on Isidor, and pain ensued.

Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 03:53 AM

Goranthir tried to get up, failed, and fell down again. He was laughing too hard.

"So this is snow," he chuckled. "It's slippery stuff."


Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:56 AM

Isidor punched through the igloo, and growled at Slyvos "Not funny." He grinned, and rushed at the fort, a pile of snowballs in his arms. He pitches three at Loranna and four at Slyvos, before dodging any incoming fire.

Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 03:57 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 09:52 PM)

Isidor crawled through the snow, stopping once or twice. He was behind Reichi in a minute, and picked up some snow, and dumped it onto the Dunmer's head.

Then, the igloo fell on Isidor, and pain ensued.

*




Reichi brushed the snow out of his fur as he chuckled at Isidor, a grin on his muzzle. "You got a igloo on your head. Hahaha," he said.


QUOTE

Isidor punched through the igloo, and growled at Slyvos "Not funny." He grinned, and rushed at the fort, a pile of snowballs in his arms. He pitches three at Loranna and four at Slyvos, before dodging any incoming fire.



Reichi tossed several snowballs at Isidor's back.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 03:57 AM

Slyvos's 'bombardment' on Isidor distracts Loranna enough to let Reichi score several hits.

"Love, you're something else," she says, shaking snow off of her and sending a beautiful snowball aimed for Goranthir. "Now come on, let's stick to non magic for right now. It's more fun."

She takes Slyvos's shovel and converts it into a makeshift catapault, sending a brace of snowballs flying skyward, to fall upon whoever they may.


QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 09:56 PM)

Isidor punched through the igloo, and growled at Slyvos "Not funny." He grinned, and rushed at the fort, a pile of snowballs in his arms. He pitches three at Loranna and four at Slyvos, before dodging any incoming fire.

*





Loranna dives for cover and tosses a snowball back at Isidor. "Maurader!" she yells out, laughing.


Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:00 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 29 2005, 09:57 PM)

Reichi brushed the snow out of his fur as he chuckled at Isidor, a grin on his muzzle. "You got a igloo on your head. Hahaha," he said.
Reichi tossed several snowballs at Isidor's back.

*




Isidor got hit with three snowballs in the back.



QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 09:57 PM)

Slyvos's 'bombardment' on Isidor distracts Loranna enough to let Reichi score several hits.

"Love, you're something else," she says, shaking snow off of her and sending a beautiful snowball aimed for Goranthir.  "Now come on, let's stick to non magic for right now.  It's more fun."

She takes Slyvos's shovel and converts it into a makeshift catapault, sending a brace of snowballs flying skyward, to fall upon whoever they may.
Loranna dives for cover and tosses a snowball back at Isidor.  "Maurader!" she yells out, laughing.

*




The he got hit by Loranna's snowball.

Then he fell to the ground, laughing so hard, his eyes teared.


Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 04:01 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 29 2005, 09:57 PM)

"Love, you're something else," she says, shaking snow off of her and sending a beautiful snowball aimed for Goranthir.  "Now come on, let's stick to non magic for right now.  It's more fun."

*





The ball smacks Goranthir right in the head. He looks at her with snow melting down his face. "If I could stand up," he laughed. "You'd be in big trouble."



Posted by: Dagoth Lich Yesterday, 04:02 AM

Slyvos picked up another snowball and flung it at Isidor in retaliation, holding in a chuckle.

'away bandit!'


Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 04:04 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 08:01 PM)

The ball smacks Goranthir right in the head.  He looks at her with snow melting down his face. "If I could stand up," he laughed. "You'd be in big trouble."

*




Anya threw a snowball at Goranthir's back. She just giggle at him and ran off, "You wouldn't hurt a little girl, would you?"

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:05 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Aug 29 2005, 10:04 PM)

Anya threw a snowball at Goranthir's back. She just giggle at him and ran off, "You wouldn't hurt a little girl, would you?"

*




"I would." Isidor smiled. He got up and threw some snowballs at Anya's back.

Posted by: Sheogorath Yesterday, 04:05 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Aug 29 2005, 10:04 PM)

Anya threw a snowball at Goranthir's back. She just giggle at him and ran off, "You wouldn't hurt a little girl, would you?"

*





Goranthir still couldn't stand up, but he could throw. He lobbed two snowballs at Anya's back.

"I'd certainly try!"



Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 04:07 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 29 2005, 08:05 PM)

"I would." Isidor smiled. He got up and threw some snowballs at Anya's back.

*







QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 29 2005, 08:05 PM)

Goranthir still couldn't stand up, but he could throw.  He lobbed two snowballs at Anya's back.

"I'd certainly try!"

*




Anya covered her face, and yelled out, "Hey no fair, I'm outnumbered!" That's when two more snowballs were tossed at them from behind. She just laughed as Lotus started to pelt them, and threw some of her own.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 04:09 AM

And so, the heroes who faced the Source of all Suffering, who endured grueling ordeals to get through the spheres, while away their time in a snowball fight of epic proportions.

And so we move on to the next thread smile.gif

LOCK ON!!!

Loranna

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