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Posted by: Loranna Apr 9 2005, 09:48 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://sekkairc.freewebpage.org/.

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 for Loranna:

Loranna is in the constable's manor in Westcastle, in the living room with Tris, the constable, his servant and chef, and some guards - plus a dog. She is using her magic to protect the civilians and guards from whatever is outside ...

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 9 2005, 09:49 AM

Tris is in Westcastle, in the constable's living room with Loranna.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 9 2005, 09:51 AM

Summary-

Dante, he is somewhere around Westcastle.

Illidan,

Posted by: Solin Apr 9 2005, 09:52 AM

Sumary:

Ciel is in Daggerfall at the guild hall. He is fufilling his duties there as needed.

Solin has wandered off into a quiet corner of the world, minding his own buisness.

Posted by: Nalion Apr 9 2005, 09:53 AM

OOC Summary:
Nalion is in Westcastle, currently outside of the constable's manor.

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 9 2005, 09:40 AM)

Teleran quickly made his way around the manor to the entrance and found no guards there, no sign of them at all near the entrance in fact. He saw Nalion ahead of him and beyond him two pale corpses.

“Is he still alive?” he queried He pulled more daggers from their sheaths and sent them through the air to guard Nalion as he approached.

The Breton kneeled down besides the wounded guard and touched his neck to feel the pulse.
"He's still alive, though badly wounded."
Nalion put both his hands over the guards chest and concentrated. Restoration wasn't the school he was best trained in, but he hoped it would be enough to heal him. Blue light radiated from his fingertips into the man and wounds and cuts began to slowly close. After the man was stable enough, he infused a healing potion.
"There, this should work." Nalion tried to help the guard up. "I'll bring you to the manor."

Posted by: w0nders Apr 9 2005, 10:00 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 9 2005, 05:23 PM)

OOC Summary:
Nalion is in Westcastle, currently outside of the constable's manor.
The Breton kneeled down besides the wounded guard and touched his neck to feel the pulse.
"He's still alive, though badly wounded."
Nalion put both his hands over the guards chest and concentrated. Restoration wasn't the school he was best trained in, but he hoped it would be enough to heal him. Blue light radiated from his fingertips into the man and wounds and cuts began to slowly close. After the man was stable enough, he infused a healing potion.
"There, this should work." Nalion tried to help the guard up. "I'll bring you to the manor."

"Thankyou..." The man said tiredly. He slowly climbed to his feet and leant on Nalion. "To the manor it is."

Manor, living room-

"Why are we here?" Asked one disgruntled servant, who had been disturbed from his rest.

"Because...there's something bad going on. The guards out front are suspected dead." Stated the chef, sadly.

"By vampires, no less." Commented a guard.

"Vampires, how do you know?" Asked another.

"I heard the snarls..." He began, "I could pin point that type of cry anywhere. It belonged to a vampire, I tell you.."

The servant began to grow worried, "So...now what do we do?"

Posted by: Loranna Apr 9 2005, 10:06 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 9 2005, 04:00 AM)

Loranna quietly adds a Resist Disease spell to the protections she cast on the others, just in case the guard turned out to be right.

Note to self, consider carrying scrolls of Divine Intervention for the non-combatants, she thinks to herself. Still, we should be all right; Tris is fast and I've been shoring up everyone ...

"Now, we wait and prepare ourselves," Loranna tells the others. "Our companions are outside, looking for the threat, and Tris and I are here to protect you all. So long as we all stay together, we'll be all right."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 9 2005, 10:08 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 9 2005, 03:06 AM)

Tris leaned over to whisper in Loranna's ear.

"Loranna, I'm worried that the vampires might have the information we have. If this has become a race, we don't want to lose it."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 9 2005, 10:12 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 9 2005, 10:06 AM)

Nalion, making sure he wouldn't surprise his companions and risk getting targeted by himself, opened the door to the living room and helped the guard into it.
"It is messy out there. Two guards are dead. Please take care of this one. I tried to help him as much as I can, but he still needs the hands of a proper healer. We try to make sure that whatever is outside doesn't come in there, but nontheless, be prepared. This is not normal."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 9 2005, 10:14 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 9 2005, 03:12 AM)

"We heard it was vampires," Tris said to Nalion. "Loranna, you should cast a cure disease spell on this fellow, just in case."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 9 2005, 10:15 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 9 2005, 04:08 AM)

Tris leaned over to whisper in Loranna's ear.

"Loranna, I'm worried that the vampires might have the information we have. If this has become a race, we don't want to lose it."

Loranna frowns. "We can't just abandon these people totally," she says, " ... but you have a point ..."

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 9 2005, 04:12 AM)

Loranna quickly casts Cure Disease on the wounded guard, then a healing spell.

To Tris, she says " ... One of us stay behind to guard the civilians, just in case; the constable should do whatever it is constables do when there's vampires loose in the city. The rest of us need to get to the mineshaft."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 9 2005, 10:21 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 9 2005, 10:14 AM)

"We heard it was vampires," Tris said to Nalion. "Loranna, you should cast a cure disease spell on this fellow, just in case."

"This is definitely not good then. We could spend hours hunting for them. They are the creatures of the night and they have the advantage."
He looked at Tris and Loranna.
"You got the information? Good idea, Loranna."
He took out his belt pouch and placed several healing potions on the table. "Here. I won't probably need them immediately. You may need them more." Turning to Loranna, he said "It's a mine shaft? Then we should head there as soon as possible."

Posted by: w0nders Apr 9 2005, 10:34 AM

Manor, living room-

There was a loud thud heard on the roof. The chef let out a loud gasp, "Oh my...they'll be in shortly, what will we do?!"

"Calm down, buddy!" Shouted a guard, grabbing the man and attempting to calm him down.

"We need to raise the town alarm." Said the constable, "If we can do that, there'll be guards all over this place, the vampires wouldn't stand a chance."

"But...who would go?"

Posted by: Nalion Apr 9 2005, 10:38 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 9 2005, 10:34 AM)

"I'll go. Loranna, I remember you having levitation potions around when we dealt with the vampires the first times. Do you have perchance one of them with you now? I could fly over to the town hall and raise the alarm."
Nalion prepared an invisibility spell. "Right?"

Posted by: Loranna Apr 9 2005, 10:42 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 9 2005, 04:38 AM)

Loranna coughs, giving Nalion a bit of a stare as she hands him a flying potion. "Remember, it's potent; you'll be flying fast as a parrapton."

Then, she grins a bit and looks to Tris, her expression cheeky. "Cosmic justice, you know."

She looks back to Nalion. "The Nine keep you from crashing or flying into a vampire now, dear."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 9 2005, 10:51 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 9 2005, 10:42 AM)

Nalion drank the potion and began to levitate one inch over the floor immediately. He winked towards Loranna and whispered a spell. His form slowly began to dissolve. Only a light breeze and ash and soot falling down from the living room's chimney told that the mage had been there.

The distance to the town hall's bell tower was not far, considering the speed of Nalions flight. The mage quickly found the bell and began to ring it.
"Awake, awake! Foes are coming! Awake! Rally at the constables manor! Raise! Awake!"

Windows slowly brightened as candles were lit inside. Soon, people were shouting, asking and lighting torches, spreading the call. Above all clamour, the alarm bells kept ringing.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 9 2005, 11:04 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 9 2005, 06:21 PM)

The large mob charged through the streets towards the constable's manor. Once the manor came into their view they could make out the faint shape of people on the roof, and their glistening eyes shone out like stars. "Vampires!" One shouted, leading the charge. "Slay them all!"

Hearing the mob, the vampires hastily fled down a path behind the house, the mob following not too far behind.

The manor, living room-

There was a knock on the door before it opened, Dante and two town guards entered the large room. Dante let out a sigh of relief, "Glad to see everyone's ok, then."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 9 2005, 11:12 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 9 2005, 11:04 AM)

The manor, living room-

There was a knock on the door before it opened, Dante and two town guards entered the large room. Dante let out a sigh of relief, "Glad to see everyone's ok, then."

Shortly after Dante jumped in, Nalion entered, too. He was busily brushing off ash remains from his robe. A small stain of soot decorated his cheek.
"Invisibility spells won't protect you from dirt." he chuckled. "Another discovery proven by empirical study."
He stopped brushing off his robe and looked up. "Now, I really don't want to sound hasty, but I think we have an appointment which involves witches and a mine." He smiled and motioned the party to move on.

A minute later, the companions were on their way hurrying towards the mine.

Posted by: Arrogant_Hero Apr 9 2005, 11:36 AM

Path to Ald Raathim...

The wind caresses my face like a gentle, and longing lover. It plays with my braided hair like puppets on a string. I love days like this, kinda puts me at ease, if a person like me can ever, truly, be at ease.

I tighten the grip on my axe that’s slung over my shoulder. The handle alone would break the wrists of a weaker man, but I swing it with ease. Maybe that’s why I do what I do, because I’m not that weaker man. In my profession you have to be tough. You see things, no normal person should see, and you do things, no normal person should do.

The stuff I’ve seen, I think as a small chuckle escapes me, is enough to kill a man alone.

Damn, I need a smoke.

I light up a cherry and breath in that sweet, intoxicating aroma, before I let it escape my mouth, in the form of crimson red, smoke. I then look to the sun, that big, beautiful, ball of light, and take another puff. God, I love days like this.

Regardless of the outcome of today, one thing is certain, I think to myself while looking up at the transparent, blue-hued, Nirn sky. Today’s a good day to die.

One more puff escapes me.

I'll be in Ald Raathim soon.

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 9 2005, 02:10 PM

Cyrcius followed the mage and Loranna to the constables office. Having no visible weapons to deposit, he walked past the guards. He tried to remain out of sight, as many law enforcement officials automatically assume Bosmer are trying to rob you blind. When the cry whent out, a throwing dagger slid out of each of his sleeves. Then the mage and another man went to investigate, Cyrcius began to join them, but realized whatever was there, would probably need more than a few throwing daggers to be slain. He turned to the rest of the party "does anyone have a shortsword or dirk i could borrow. Ever since my encounter with your half-Dunmer friend all I have are these knives." He flashed two of his throwing daggers.

Posted by: Jakut Apr 9 2005, 03:42 PM

Didryn is following the rest of the party to the mine, his bow still strung.

Posted by: sjvan0 Apr 9 2005, 04:04 PM

Near the mine

Frostien struggled to move his feet. For the past few days he had been wandering around, lost. He had battled many creatures in his aimless searching, and it showed. His clothes were in tatters, his armour filthy, and his body exhausted. He was still as lost as ever, but now he could go no further. His flabby Breton body fell to the ground, his head hitting a jagged rock. Pain flashed through him, and for a brief moment he thought he would die. Just before he passed out, he drank his last healing potion. It would help heal his many cuts and bruises, and it would stop his head bleeding, but without a proper healer, the gash on his forehead would become infected.

Posted by: Aki Apr 9 2005, 05:38 PM

Summary

Reichi and Tohe with the others, on their way to the mines'

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"So, we let a mob run off a bunchof vampires..."Reichi said aloud. "Doesn't sound all too smart, im mean, your average citizen doesn't have refined weaponry, or even normal weaponry. If the Vampires turn on them, it'll be a massacre."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 9 2005, 05:47 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Apr 9 2005, 10:38 AM)

"They have fire," Tris said. "Fire is wonderful stuff against vampires."

He turned to Cyrcius. "Just one moment."

Tris didn't carry a lot of extra equipment. But Ald Raathim and its arsenal of weapons, left over from the days of fighting whole armies of Azurites, were only a step away. He concealed himself in the shadows of an alley, entered the Void, and returned a few moments later.

"This is what we call the Azurite Special," he said. "Glass jinkblade, swortsword. Very nice weapon, just don't let it get too worn."

Posted by: Aki Apr 9 2005, 05:50 PM

"Oh right, forgot about fire, heh. Should see Altmer Vampires, most flamable Vampires of them all!" Reichi said with a smirk. "Just hope the vampires aren't Dunmer, fire doesn't work too well against them because of the Dunmeri fire resistance. But in high Rock i doubt theres any Dunmer Vampires..."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 9 2005, 05:53 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Apr 9 2005, 10:50 AM)

Tris rolled his eyes.

"Reichi, you always come up with reassuring news. That's assuming these vampires didn't follow us from home," he said. "And right now I think that's a pretty big assumption. Well, the best way to deal with them is to get what we came for and go home, I think."

Posted by: Aki Apr 9 2005, 06:01 PM

"Yes, well, don't them books say the Vampires of the west can blend into Imperial soceity better? That might means they don't look as....noticable as eastern Vampires, so any white eyes and contorted faces could mean...." Reichi trailed off, then shrugged. "Yeah, best to grab what we need and get lost, though if they did follow us from home, they'll probablly follow us back..."

Posted by: Jakut Apr 9 2005, 06:07 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Apr 9 2005, 12:01 PM)

"Hmm, yeah, you're probably right. If they followed us here from home, who's to say they won't follow us back? No one is. I they followed us here, they want something from us, and will keep following us until they get it."

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 9 2005, 06:44 PM

While in the Constable's manor, Roggar's drunken side effects left, and the expression on his face became dark and serious. All of a sudden, he was robed in a Green and Silver robe, that was common among the Battlemage's of his family. At his side, there was a black Longsword belted to his hip, and in his hand, was a staff of Hawthorn, which had many types of runes on it. Roggar now had a silver-ish aura about him. When they began running to the mine, he simply cast a Levitation/flying spell that had been made by his great-grandfather, and flew alongside the other members of the party.

Meanwhile, Tos'un ran along with them, quickly taking the second spot. He made no sound at all, as his feet were padded and he had taught himself how to be virtually invisible, without casting a spell, or using his Chameleon Ring. That reminded him, yet again, he needed to get it recharged, and maybe get some other things enchanted as well. This time, he had weapons in his hands. This was almost the first time anyone had ever seen weapons in his hands. His weapons were dual, curved tanto's, but these were unique. They were longer than most, and had a reddish tint to them.

Posted by: Arrogant_Hero Apr 9 2005, 08:27 PM

Ald Raathim...

I get into Ald Raathim around midday. You should see some of the looks the locals are giving me. Bastards act like they’ve never seen an Orc before. I know where I’m going and I get to it. There’s no point in wasting anytime.

I approach the castle guards.

Conceited bastards, act like they're too good to speak to me. “Can we help you?” One of the conceited fah’ger’s says to me, with a look on his face like I’m something a Guar spit up.

I calmly light up a cherry and take my time with it. Slowly puffing out smoke, and standing infront of the guards like they're not even there. Hope the bastards like a taste of their own medicine.

They don’t.

The bigger guard steps forward, fingering his sword. “Can we help...”

“I’m looking for Aricyn.” I say, cutting the guard off mid sentence.

The guards laugh... I don’t remember telling a joke.

“Aricyn doesn’t have the time for... your kind. But what we’re officially supposed to say is, he’s busy. So... he’s busy. Come back later, or never.” The guard laughs, throwing me that damn ‘greater then thou’ look again.

I keep my face as calm as the eye of a hurricane, and mark both guard’s faces. I’m going to kill them, you can bet your damn, sweet hide, about that, but not now. I don’t need trouble... yet. Not before I finish what I came to do.

“Fine, I can wait.” I say with the calmness of a priest. I throw my axe down in the dirt, like a spear, before I sit down Indian style next to it, with my cherry mist billowing out of my nose. I can tell by the look on the guard’s faces its choking them. I close my eyes and relax knowing one thing for sure, Aricyn will come. I know that for a fact. He’ll come... the bastard better.

Posted by: Arynel Apr 9 2005, 08:38 PM

Arynel had left the tavern shortly after the Imperial. He managed to sneak out without attracting the attention of the newcoming Bretons.

Arynel was now making his way down the streets of Daggerfall, on his way towards the Guildhouse.

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 9 2005, 11:58 PM

Looking at the glass blade with admiration, Cyrcius thanks Tris. He follows the party and begins reviewing his encounters with vampires. Then he began rummaging through his pockets and pulled out 3 flasks of oil and some cantrip enchanted quick light matches. An evil grin spread across his face.

Posted by: sanm501 Apr 10 2005, 01:33 AM

Norilar thought to him self that he would clear this cave or what ever it was in the morning. But for now the high elf clad in a off color light green armor sat down and began to make a bed of leaves and grass.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 01:41 AM

QUOTE(sjvan0 @ Apr 9 2005, 10:04 AM)

Loranna and the party came across the passed-out Frostien on their way to the mine. Loranna stopped to check on the fallen man, and used her magic to heal him and cure any infection he may have caught, though he did not immediately waken.

" ... We can't just leave him out in the open; bandits or wild beasts will get him," she says, hoisting the unconscious Breton onto her horse and making him as comfortable as one can manage in the situation. "Hopefully he'll come to soon ..."

QUOTE(sanm501 @ Apr 9 2005, 07:33 PM)

Loranna pauses as the group reaches the mine, seeing an armored Altmer bedding down. "Hail," she says, looking at the high elf.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 10 2005, 01:42 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 9 2005, 06:41 PM)

"That's the fellow who ran off looking for a woman back in the other village," Tris said, looking at Frostien. "I guess he didn't find her."

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 10 2005, 01:44 AM

Roggar halt's at the command from Loranna, and gathered the words on his tongue for a very large 'Shocker' Spell, that his family created. It hit anywhere from 20-50 points on target, and it made the target Weak to Shock, and then Shock Damage 20-50 points. It lasted for around 2 minutes.

Tos'un slipped into the forest and moved around behind the Altmer, his Tanto's ready to do some damage.

Posted by: sanm501 Apr 10 2005, 01:48 AM

QUOTE

loranna pauses as the group reaches the mine, seeing an armored Altmer bedding down. "Hail," she says, looking at the high elf.

Norilar quickly looked up and replyed"who approches such a forsaken place."

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 10 2005, 01:54 AM

Cyrcius takes an oil flask in one hand and his jinkblade in the other and prepares for the battle that may come, steeling himself for magic, physical attack, or ranged strikes from above or below.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 01:57 AM

Loranna raises a hand to her party, noting that some people seemed to be gearing for a fight. "Peace friends; he shows no signs of aggresion," she tells them.

Yet, she mentally adds, but then again anyone attacking this party alone was asking for trouble.

"We are adventurers, come to seek the wise women who are said to meet here," Loranna explains. "We have need of their services to aid our friend. And what of you, good sir? What brings you to this place?"

Posted by: sanm501 Apr 10 2005, 02:04 AM

QUOTE

Loranna raises a hand to her party, noting that some people seemed to be gearing for a fight. "Peace friends; he shows no signs of aggresion," she tells them.

Yet, she mentally adds, but then again anyone attacking this party alone was asking for trouble.

"We are adventurers, come to seek the wise women who are said to meet here," Loranna explains. "We have need of their services to aid our friend. And what of you, good sir? What brings you to this place?"

"i come here to vanquish the world of vampires and other unpleasant beasts i was planning to kill the inhabitants or this unholy place"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 10 2005, 02:09 AM

QUOTE(sanm501 @ Apr 9 2005, 07:04 PM)

"i come here to vanquish the world of vampires and other unpleasant beasts i was planning to kill the inhabitants or this unholy place"

"Ah," Tris said. "We're here about some vampires too, good sir."

He didn't add more; certain religious orders were dead set against admitting that there was any cure for vampirism, because, they said, people would contract it on purpose if they knew.

Posted by: sanm501 Apr 10 2005, 02:18 AM

Ah," Tris said. "We're here about some vampires too, good sir.

you claim there are wise weamon in this cave and not vampires or other foul beastes. It is good that i met you befor killing the innocent.

Posted by: Aki Apr 10 2005, 02:18 AM

QUOTE(sanm501 @ Apr 9 2005, 08:04 PM)

"i come here to vanquish the world of vampires and other unpleasant beasts i was planning to kill the inhabitants or this unholy place"

At the 'Other Unpleasant Beast" remark, Reichi tensed. He was glad hisring was hidden under his netch leather glove. Anyone with a good enough knowledge of the artifact would be able to dare a conjecture about why he had it. And was wearing it.
Tohe didn't seem to show much reaction, he yawned in boredom.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 02:22 AM

QUOTE(sanm501 @ Apr 9 2005, 08:18 PM)

you claim there are wise weamon in this cave and not vampires or other foul beastes. It is good that i met you befor killing the innocent.

Loranna keeps a pleasant smile on her face; she suspected that anyone who actually met the wise women would guess pretty quickly what they really were, but they could worry about that later.

"Very good indeed," she says, politely. "It is always a terrible thing to cause innocents to die."

Anyone who knows Loranna fairly well can hear the dry irony in her voice.

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 10 2005, 03:23 AM

Roggar puts his hands down, disarming the spell, but keeps the words to the spell in the front of his mind. He looked a little suspiciously at the Altmer.

Tos'un lowered his hands, but kept his weapons out. He blended back into the surrounding forest, without the help of the Chameleon Ring.

Posted by: Jakut Apr 10 2005, 03:48 AM

Upon seeing the Altmer bedding down, Didryn had strung an arrow and pulled it back, ready to fire. Once Loranna told them to be at peace, he had lowered his bow, but he had not unstrung his arrow. He still wasn't quite sure about the Altmer.

Posted by: sanm501 Apr 10 2005, 03:52 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 9 2005, 07:22 PM)

Norilar walks over to the party his greenish armor making a clinking sound wile he walks. Halfway there he stops and turns around staring at the wilderness for a bout a second then walk over to Loranna and says
'' i am Norilar. I have been seeking revenge on vampires ever since my brother was turned into one. He paused and looks down for a wile looking back up at Loranna and said if i can aid you in anyway i will. But i am also seeking console from the wise i hope you don’t mind if i come with you to these wise women

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 10 2005, 03:58 AM

Cyrcius eyed the Altmer, admiring his glass armor, then tucked his blade underneath his coat and tucked his oil flask away. As a precaution however, he kept a throwing dagger in his sleeve.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 04:08 AM

QUOTE(sanm501 @ Apr 9 2005, 09:52 PM)

"Greetings Norilar," Loranna says. "Please, call me Grier, and these are my companions."

Letting people introduce themselves, Loranna tells Norilar "I think that would be all right, yes; we'll all seek the consul of the wise women. Hopefully we'll all learn what we need from them."

Posted by: Jakut Apr 10 2005, 04:15 AM

Didryn eases up on his arrow and puts it back in his quiver. Turning to Norilar, he introduces himself to the Altmer.

"My name's Didryn. Pleasure to meet you." he says, offering a hand.

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 10 2005, 04:36 AM

Approaching the Altmer, Cyricius gives a bow and announces, "I am Cyrcius Desaan, acrobat and actor extrordinare. If you wish a recital of The Death of Lord Wutherfordius, or an acrobatic display to dazzle and amaze you, I am the mer to see."

Posted by: sanm501 Apr 10 2005, 04:42 AM

Norilar says ''i happen to play the lute quite well mabe i can play as you dace"

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 10 2005, 05:01 AM

Tos'un appeared out of the tree's and made a sweeping bow, "I am Tos'un, assassin, thief, and overall boogey man. Nice to have your aquantance."

Roggar came down from his spell and also bowed low. "My name is Roggar Forkbeard, Battlemage, and Legendary Bandit of Skyrim."

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 07:47 AM

The group continued on their chosen path towards the mine. Sign were noticable among the various shrubs and trees. Signs like: Adventurers beware! and Forbidden grounds, enter at own risk. All in all, it was some pretty cliche stuff.

Heading past the signs the party was immediately knocked in the face with the strong odour of decaying flesh, lots of it. Obviously a lot of things had been killed out here recently. And it was making the path to the mine seem much more menacing.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 07:57 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 01:47 AM)

Loranna frowns, dealing with the smell of death as best she can.

"Reichi, hear anything?" she asks.

Posted by: Aki Apr 10 2005, 08:00 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 01:57 AM)

Loranna frowns, dealing with the smell of death as best she can.

"Reichi, hear anything?" she asks.

"Nothing unusual," Reichi replied.

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 08:02 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 07:47 AM)

Nalion covers his nose with a sleeve, the stink of blood and flesh was overwhelming.
"Be careful around here. I don't think we are alone. Stay close to the group." he advised. The mage looked around. "I hope we haven't come too late." He looked at Aki. "Nothing unusual? I fear this is a trap."

Posted by: Teleran Apr 10 2005, 08:06 AM

Teleran wrinkled his nose at the smells; rotting flesh was certainly not the most appealing odor to encounter. He saw a few signs among the shrubs, but didn’t bother reading them, glancing around constantly for signs of a struggle and wondered whether whatever had caused this remained nearby. Twin silver daggers flipped into his gauntlets and he poked at a shrub as he passed.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 08:08 AM

Dante also covered his nose. "Phew..." He muttered, as he continued walking.

As the group continued on, the stench would grow weaker in some places, and stronger in others. Suddenly, there was a loud cracking noise, followed by the sound of rope rustling through grass. A second after that, Dante was hanging from a tree branch, suspended by a small rope.

A moment after that, another cracking sound was heard. Though who this trap affected was uncertain.

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 08:21 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 08:08 AM)

Nalion had dismounted and led his horse by the reigns. His steed seemed unquiet, probing with its nostrils and looking wide-eyed and frightened.
"That horse has more sense than some..." he muttered just as Dante was caught by a rope and hung from a tree.
"A trap!" he shouted and took a step sideways, then he realized his mistake. A rope tightened around his ankle, then he hung head down on a tree as well..

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 08:22 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 10 2005, 02:21 AM)

"Oh dear," Loranna says, frowning and looking around. "Tel, can you cut them loose and flip them feet first?" she asks.

Posted by: Teleran Apr 10 2005, 08:25 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 9 2005, 11:22 PM)

"Oh dear," Loranna says, frowning and looking around. "Tel, can you cut them loose and flip them feet first?" she asks.

"Cutting them down, yes." Teleran said, "but it's up to them whether they land on their feet." He sent a pair of daggers to cut through ropes. It took a little sawing but they were cut within a few seconds.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 08:27 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 10 2005, 03:55 PM)

As Dante fell, he began to turn in mid air, he didn't turn fast enough however and landed flat on his back with a loud, "Oof!"

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 08:30 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 10 2005, 08:25 AM)

It is a bit difficult to cast a spell when you're hanging head down on a rope, blood shooting in your head and dangling around, but Nalion was able to cast a slowfall spell just a moment before Teleran's dagger successfully mamaged to cut the rope. Even with the spell, though, Nalion didn't fall gracefully. At least, he managed to turn around a bit in mid-air and land on his knees.
Rising from the dirt, he smiled at Teleran. "Thank you! We better be careful now. Is anyone good in finding traps?"

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 08:32 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 10 2005, 02:30 AM)

It is a bit difficult to cast a spell when you're hanging head down on a rope, blood shooting in your head and dangling around, but Nalion was able to cast a slowfal spell just a moment before Teleran's dagger successfully mamaged to cut the rope. Even with the spell, though, Nalion didn't fall gracefully. At least, he managed to turn around a bit in mid-air and land on his knees.
Rising from the dirt, he smiled at Teleran. "Thank you! We better be careful now. Is anyone good in finding traps?"

Loranna mentally kicks herself for not casting slowfall herself - Should be thinking of these things Lor ...

"Hmm ..." she asks, looking around. "Well, we could use telekenesis and sticks to probe ahead of us ..."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 08:35 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 08:32 AM)

"Good idea, Greir." the mage replied, then looked at Teleran again. "You take the left part of the path, I take the right, Teleran?" Nalion asked, readying a telekinesis spell.

Posted by: Teleran Apr 10 2005, 08:39 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 9 2005, 11:35 PM)

"Good idea, Greir." the mage replied, then looked at Teleran again. "You take the left part of the path, I take the right, Teleran?" Nalion asked, readying a telekinesis spell.

Looking around Teleran spied a log of substantial girth and a few meters in length. Pulling it in front of himself he pushed at it along the ground with telekinesis for a little ways before halting. He turned to Nalion and asked, “Umm, could you give me some help pushing this instead Nalion? As long as we stay behind it we should be fine, right? No need to clear where we aren’t walking.”

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 08:44 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 10 2005, 08:39 AM)

"Even better, Teleran. Of course!" the mage cast his spell and added its strength to the Dunmer's spell. The log began to move and with combined efforts they rolled it slowly along the path, hoping to clear it this way.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 09:01 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 10 2005, 04:09 PM)

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 10 2005, 04:14 PM)

The log rolled through the bushes and shrubs, breaking branches and crushing many under it's weight. As it rolled forward it set many traps off, breaking certain trip wires, launching nets into the centre of the made path. At least three more traps were set off before the log came to a halt, well, as much as you can call falling into a hole a halt.

"Looks safe enough to me." Dante commented, standing up and brushing dirt and grass off his cloak.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 09:03 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 03:01 AM)

Loranna casts a weak levitation spell on as many people as she can. "Should have thought of this before ... she mutters. "Still, this way if we need to make a fast exit, I guess ..."

Floating past the log, she uses her own telekenesis to probe the remaining distance to the mine before cautiously peering in, her night eye adjusting to the darkness. "Lemme check ..."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 09:07 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 09:03 AM)

Nalion cast his own levitation spell, as Loranna was sensible enough not to cast hers on him because of his atronarch sign. He floated over the pit and joined Loranna. Following her example, he cast a nighteye spell on himself, as his more favourite light spell would probably give their position away too easily.
"Shall we enter?" he asked.

Posted by: Teleran Apr 10 2005, 09:13 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 10 2005, 12:07 AM)

Teleran used his spear’s enchantment and hopped over the hole, taking care to follow the path that Loranna had examined for traps, he may have wandered off it once or twice, but he didn’t trip any traps in any case. He caught up to Loranna and Nalion and wondered why they were just peering into the dark cave. Unsheathing a dagger he walked past them into the mine.

Posted by: Aki Apr 10 2005, 09:18 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 10 2005, 03:13 AM)

Reichi grabbed Teleran by the collar and tried to yank him back in. "Stop right there, don't go blunding into danger," Reichi said.

"Body of a Dunmer, brain of a Nord..."Tohe muttered.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 09:35 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 04:33 PM)

Inside the mine-

From just inside the door, there was an old wooden platform, almost empty if it was not for the barrels and crates. There was also a small desk, filled with old notes. At the end of the platform there was a staircase, trailing down below to a dimly lit room. Low sounds and chanting could barely be heard coming from this area.

The floor and walls were dirty, and there were empty cups and jugs scattered about everywhere. As if someone had been searching for something, something of value.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 09:41 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 03:35 AM)

Loranna frowns, and makes sure everyone is prepared. "Hail the wise women of Tamirlyn!" she calls into the mine.

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 09:46 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 09:35 AM)

Nalion stepped over to the table, careful to avoid loud sounds and wary for any other traps. The mage took up one of the parchments. A small ball of light came up over his palm which he carefully shielded from the staircase. He quickly sorted through the parchments, scanning their content, most of them seemed to be accounts of supplies and notes when deliveries were due, others told of money.
Though there was no time, he opened the desk and looked in, finding other papers, looking more interesting to him. Against his normal habit, he quickly tucked them away under his robe for later study.

At Loranna's call, he moved back from the table to avoid suspicion.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 09:54 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 05:11 PM)

Loranna frowns, and makes sure everyone is prepared. "Hail the wise women of Tamirlyn!" she calls into the mine.

The chanting grew silent from downstairs. And it stayed that way, for a good while, but eventually two aged women climbed the stairs, still tieing their robes shut.

They stopped, and eyed the party, muttering things to each other. Finally one spoke up "Who disturbs us from our ritual?" She asked, in a dry voice.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 09:56 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 03:54 AM)

Loranna bows to the women. "Forgive us my lady," she says. "We are travelers and adventurers, come to seek your wisdom in aiding our friend. He is under the blood curse of vampirism, and by the words we hear only you know the secret to curing him. We come to beseech you for that boon."

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 10:06 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 05:26 PM)

"A cure? Yes...we know of the cure. Though we haven't seen the ingredients for it in far too long. We've almost given up on finding one of them, actually." She said dolefully, before speaking again. "We sent the constable's men out to find it once, actually. No luck...it seems it has just vanished."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 10:10 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 04:06 AM)

Loranna finds herself wondering what became of the constable's men ...

"We would be willing to seek out this ingredient my lady," she says, "if you would let us."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 10:12 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 10:10 AM)

Loranna finds herself wondering what became of the constable's men ...

"We would be willing to seek out this ingredient my lady," she says, "if you would let us."

"If you could name this ingredient, we might be able to succeed where the constables men did not." Nalion added. "We have very capable persons at our disposal."

Posted by: Teleran Apr 10 2005, 10:14 AM

“So what’s this ingredient thing we’ll be searching for look like then?” Teleran asked.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 10:23 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 05:40 PM)

Loranna finds herself wondering what became of the constable's men ...

"We would be willing to seek out this ingredient my lady," she says, "if you would let us."

"You would be willing, would you? Well then...it beats us searching for it." She remarked, smiling politely.

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 10 2005, 05:42 PM)

"If you could name this ingredient, we might be able to succeed where the constables men did not." Nalion added. "We have very capable persons at our disposal."

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 10 2005, 05:44 PM)

“So what’s this ingredient thing we’ll be searching for look like then?” Teleran asked.

"It's a strange plant," she began "The name we cannot completely remember, Von something or rather." She paused for a long moment, as she began fidgeting with her robe.

"It's an odd looking plant though." Added the other woman, "looks kind of like a weed, but when provoked by magic it blooms. Odd really, I believe it's found around other weeds, thus making it so difficult to find."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 10:26 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 04:23 AM)

"You would be willing, would you? Well then...it beats us searching for it." She remarked, smiling politely.
"It's a strange plant," she began "The name we cannot completely remember, Von something or rather." She paused for a long moment, as she began fidgeting with her robe.

"It's an odd looking plant though." Added the other woman, "looks kind of like a weed, but when provoked by magic it blooms. Odd really, I believe it's found around other weeds, thus making it so difficult to find."

Loranna frowns a little. "I can imagine; is there any area in which it is reputed to grow most?" she asks. " ... And is there any other property of the plant we ought to know of?"

Posted by: Teleran Apr 10 2005, 10:28 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 01:23 AM)

“…Oh that helps tons. We’re looking for a weed among weeds. Wonderful.” Teleran remarked.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 10:36 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 05:56 PM)

Loranna frowns a little. "I can imagine; is there any area in which it is reputed to grow most?" she asks. " ... And is there any other property of the plant we ought to know of?"

"Well...the odd one has been known to grow just about anywhere in Highrock...but those ones are very hard to find. Probably what makes them easy to find is that they often grow near the large tree stumps, but they are still surrounded by most weeds. Where we used to find them, however...it made them quite easy to collect. There was a small lake to the east of here that they would grow around. But as of late, a rather anti-social wizard has taken up residency there. And well...he doesn't like people being there, or near 'his' plants. So you can probably see why it's so difficult."

"As for your other question, the only other property we've discovered is that when bitten into, they have a paralyzing affect. Doesn't last too long however, roughly around 5 seconds."

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 10 2005, 05:58 PM)

“…Oh that helps tons. We’re looking for a weed among weeds. Wonderful.” Teleran remarked.

The wise woman declined to comment on Teleran, she merely rolled her eyes.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 11:14 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 04:36 AM)

"I see ..." Loranna says, thinking to herself. A wizard finding a spot where rare plants with wonderous magical properties decides to stake out the place for himself, and Oblivion take anyone who might have been frequenting the place earlier. Likely the special weeds only bloomed so often, making the spot by the lake a real find - one kept quiet until the wizard showed up.

Said wizard probably had no intention of giving up the plants peacefully; they would either have to filch some or else knock him for a loop to get any. Still, maybe peaceful methods could work ... maybe.

"Very well; we shall see about convincing this wizard to loosen his stranglehold on the Von Weeds," Loranna says. "How much will you need to make the cure?"

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 11:17 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 06:44 PM)

"Two should be enough." She said, "not much is needed for the cure."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 10 2005, 11:23 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 11:17 AM)

"Two should be enough." She said, "not much is needed for the cure."

"So be it." Nalion answered. "Is there anything else to say that we should know? Dangers, enemies, others who want that cure? If not, I think we shouldn't loose time and get this wondrous plant." Nalion answered, then thought by himself.
"I should take samples for myself, it seems studying it could be interesting - and useful."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 11:25 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 10 2005, 05:23 AM)

"Yes - and we should warn you, there are vampires afoot who do not wish for the cure to be made," Loranna tells the women. "Be wary, for they may foolishly try to strike at you here."

"Now, if you please my lady, tell us more about the wizard and we shall fetch the weeds," Loranna smiles.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 10 2005, 11:29 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Apr 10 2005, 06:53 PM)

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 06:55 PM)

"Vampires you say? Well...I say good luck to them." She said cockily, striking a mature pose.

"But about the wizard, he's dangerous...and he probably has some lackeys working for him. I'd suggest sneaking in under his nose to get the plants. Though...talking to him first couldn't help."

"I'll stay with the wise women." Dante offered bravely, "y'know...just in case."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 10 2005, 11:37 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 10 2005, 05:29 AM)

Loranna considered; it was important to ensure the witches were not killed while the party was collecting the weed ...

After a brief discussion, it was decided to have the party split into two for now, some people staying to guard the witches from the encroaching vampires and the rest to head to the wizard's tower, to try and coax him to offer up some samples of the weed. Fatigue potions were offered around to help keep people fresh and alert during the night if need be, as were healing potions for safety.

The two groups decided upon, the one heading to the tower bade their companions farewell and head off ...

(OOC: This is - mostly - a convenient way to have characters whose players aren't on when we run the Tower segment to be 'doing something' After all, three vampires against seven witches and members of our party? Ha; It Is To Laugh - Loranna)

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 10 2005, 03:02 PM

Cyrcius walked up to Loranna. Reaching inside his coat, he withdrew a probe. "Milady Grier, in the future, remember that I have some small skill in finding and disarming traps. I used to have a ring that might be helpful here, but it is still with the rest of my equipment on that ship. So what do you think the wizard will have in way of lackeys. It has been a long time since I have had a good fight, if indeed it comes to that."

Posted by: Girai_Harkaanius Apr 10 2005, 03:12 PM

(OOC: Letter will arrive in a few days) Therogar smiled as he wrote the last few lines of his letter to Loranna (previously the possessed holder of Azura). Her father had asked him to write this letter supposedly because of the inobscurable mental difficulties he had had in the past. Gram had more in mind though, and Therogar knew him better than he supposed. Therogar smiled as he thought of the fear that could be created between two people who truly loved each other. Everything would work out alright in the end, and the One had granted him peace of mind about the situation. Yes, they would do alright undoubtly. Therogar scanned his letter one last time, his old Nordic eyes squinting and slowly checked it over.

Dear Loranna,
No doubt you are wondering who this letter is from and why it was written, for I'm afraid for some reasons we have not met. You perhaps remember my student Girai Harkaanius, and I am pleased to say he was like a son to me. I also regret to tell you he has passed away, but rest assured he is in a better place than the two of us. The All-Maker gave him a perhaps quicker passing than his attacker intended, and for that I am grateful. My time also grows short and I must say I am excited to see what the One has in store for me on the other end of death.

I am pleased to tell you as your father's healer that he has developed back his senses nicely. You have the All-Maker to thank for that, for I am truly helpless with such techniques. I'm sorry to say my power is waning and the method by which the "I" healed dear Gram is now gone from this realm, indeed shattered by a Daedric Prince with which I believe you have some familiarity. I have taken the fact of that to mean it is time for Gram to speak with you.

Your father has much to say, though perhaps not the speech to say it, for I have observed you are very near to his heart yet to this day, and much sorrow accompanies that position in his being. You are more dear to him than anything in the world, and I think you should know that before you speak to him. You also should know other things too.

Your father has become something of a hero in Southern Cyrodiil (he did some travelling after rescuing Girai and I must say it was hard to track him) because of his actions against the Azurites. He has truly grown brave in the keeping of the Aedric servants of the One. His actions against the Khajiit darkhearts and murderers in Azura's thrall will be sung for many years undoubtedly, though I believe to a large degree he has fought for you and those like you.

I'm afraid my dear that we will never meet on this great Nirn, but I do beg one thing of you as I near eternal rest. This is my last gift to heal Gram and perhaps even yourself. I implore you both to day visit the Island of Solstheim and visit the Skaal there, where you will see Nords as they were meant to be. If you will take our teachings to heart and near the well of life is your choice, but I ask you to at least visit them and consider what their Shaman (I believe his name is Korst Wind-Eye) has to say, for he is a good and faithful man. He has endured many trials and I think you might come to like him, but again it is in your will that your eventual path will be decided.

My time on Mundus grows short, but rest assured my best wishes go with you and your father in the time to come. I hope the All-Maker graces you with as much life as he has graced me, and that His mercy follows you greatly as it has follows the world itself. A good day to you, and a full, beautiful time here while you face the future bravely.

Yours,
Therogar

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 10 2005, 03:30 PM

Tos'un was, to his great dismay, picked to stay behind and help the Wise Women. He was quite unapproachable for a few hours, but was then ok.

Roggar, however, was NOT picked to stay behind. He nodded with approval when he wasn't picked. He was ready to face this so-called, 'Wizard' that had taken over the main place where the Von Weed grew. A true Wizard would allow everyone to gather the Von Weed. With that thought, he started checking himself to make sure he had all his supplies. When a Restore Fatigue Potion got to him, he quickly drank it, and was immediatly refreshed.

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 10 2005, 03:39 PM

While he prepared to move out to the tower, Cyrcius turned to the rest of the party and said "Does anyone have a couple potions I could have. I would be happy to pay you back for them later."

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 10 2005, 03:49 PM

Roggar replied, "Give me a few minutes and I could probably make most types of potions. What kind of potions do you need?" He said, his hand going to his Ingredient Pouch.

Posted by: Jakut Apr 10 2005, 04:21 PM

Didryn was chosen to come to the tower and, when a restore fatigue potion got to him, he drank it down and stood up straight, refreshed.

Posted by: sanm501 Apr 10 2005, 04:30 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 10 2005, 04:37 AM)

Norilar desided to stay back and protect and ask about vampireisam and diffrent questions consering it. he would do that lator, for now he sat, layed his ebony mace beside him and starteed playing a song on his lute.

Posted by: Arynel Apr 10 2005, 07:29 PM

Void Ranger Guildhouse, Daggerfall:

Arynel sat in a chair next to the fireplace, watching the red and orange flames dancing about like striking vibers, or young ladies at an Autumn festival.

The Breton reached into his cloak and pulled out a chrystaline form, round like an egg, and clear. It captured the color of the flames within its body and reflected it outwards causing a soft orange glow to fall on objects nearby. It was clear and crystal all the way through, but inside bits of silver and gold coloring could be seen weaving through the depths of its form.

Arynel eyed the chrystal egg for a few moments, and then returned it to his cloak.

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 10 2005, 08:20 PM

"Restore health and invisibilty might be nice." Cyrcius turned to Tos'un and handed several matches and his oil flasks. "If the vampires attack, you may need these. I know we got off on the wrong foot, but how about we at least try and get along, hmm"

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 11 2005, 01:34 AM

(haHA! I have snuck on. BTW, I'm grounded from here. Screwed up a paper. )

Tos'un grunted, "Sure, little Bosmer. I might just decide to teach you something."

Posted by: Nalion Apr 11 2005, 10:29 AM

Against his original intent, Nalion decided to stay behind and not accompany the group to the wizard's tower. There were other thought that troubled him, but he pushed them away for a moment. He tooke his leave from the remainders of the group staying at the mine and exited the place.
He needed room - and fresh air - to think about some things, so he carefully retraced the path his companions and he himself had cleared to get out of the stench of rotting corpses. He led his horse by the reins so that it would not go astray.
After some time of walking, he eventually found a spot near a tree where he sat down. He took out the parchments he had "acquired" from the witches' desk and began to read. There were a few scrolls of various effects among them, which he put away rather quickly. Some notes concerning summonings were more interesting to him though, dealing with procedures of how to summon daedric servants, their behaviours, weaknesses and strengths.

The mage finished reading and let his thoughts wander, back to Ald Raathim, Red Mountain, Skyrim. He smiled.
"Amazing."

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 11 2005, 11:08 PM

Realizing his colorful coat would only be a disadvantage in the probable battle to come, Cyrcius exploited its special design that he had specially ordered. He turned it inside out and suddenly, it was a mottled, camouflaging color. He opened the secret slit and withdrew a hood, then brought flap of cloth attached to the hood over his mouth. "I use this when I want to be a little more stealthy."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 06:36 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 10 2005, 12:29 PM)

Void Ranger Guildhouse, Daggerfall:
Arynel sat in a chair next to the fireplace, watching the red and orange flames dancing about like striking vibers, or young ladies at an Autumn festival.

The Breton reached into his cloak and pulled out a chrystaline form, round like an egg, and clear. It captured the color of the flames within its body and reflected it outwards causing a soft orange glow to fall on objects nearby. It was clear and crystal all the way through, but inside bits of silver and gold coloring could be seen weaving through the depths of its form.

Arynel eyed the chrystal egg for a few moments, and then returned it to his cloak.

Allerleirauh came down the stairs so quietly that not even the fourth step from the bottom, the one that creaked, revealed her presence.

"Look what I don't have," she said, smiling.

Her arms were empty; Sen-Yedda was upstairs with her nurse.

In the weeks since Hogithum, Allerleirauh's bright hair had grown to a more flattering length. Now it was pushed back from her forehead, soft and shining.

"I still don't trust the universe and its whimsies enough to truly leave her," Allerleirauh said. "But Jalian Hawkwood isn't simply a peasant woman; she's been a mage, and she's a capable bodyguard, if it comes to that. And already she loves that child enough to die for her. A good choice."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 06:42 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 10:36 PM)

Arynel looked up from where he was sitting and smiled.

"It is good to see you." The Breton said to Allerleirauh. "That is very good news, it will be good to have another pair of eyes to watch her. Trust the universe, you say? So many layers, one over another and here we are like a needle piercing. How are you?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 06:53 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 11 2005, 11:42 PM)

"So well it almost frightens me."

Allerleirauh brushed his hair out of his face and put her lips close to his ear.

"I heard Vehk's voice," she said, very softly. "He says we will all hear it, soon. Vehk lies, and he may be teasing me. But my heart is full of hope."

She smiled, and dropped to sit on the carpeted floor at his feet, looking up at him. "And you? How are you?"

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 06:58 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 10:53 PM)

"As always will." The Breton answered.

"You say the thief has spoken?" Arynel inquired, "I would much like to hear him myself, though I had feared it would never come to be. Perhaps I will have my chance. Do you often sit on floors by other's feet, or is this thing new?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 07:02 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 11 2005, 11:58 PM)

"I used to sit by his feet, now that you mention it," Allerleirauh said. "Although for different reasons."

She tried very hard to keep a straight face, but couldn't. Her fair skin flushed scarlet, and she hid her face against his leg, laughing.

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 07:09 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 11:02 PM)

Arynel ran his fingers through the patch of hair growing from Allerleirauh's scalp.

"I see you've taken on a different hue," the Breton said, indicating a chair next to him with a wave of the arm, "perhaps you would be better off to take a proper seat."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 07:15 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 12:09 AM)

"I do miss Vehk," she said, scrambling to her feet. "He knew how to offer a lady a proper chair."

She did not stick her tongue out at him, quite. But he could see in her eyes that the thought had passed through her head.

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 07:21 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 11:15 PM)

Arynel leaned back in his own chair and took a breath. He opened his mouth but bit down on his lip before he could say anything.

"He was a poet," the Breton managed at last. "Is it that you think that a skill with words equates to a skillful tongue?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 07:28 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 12:21 AM)

"Absolutely," she said. And this time she did manage to keep a straight face.

Her expression softened. "I can't say I'm sorry to find you sitting by the fire. But I am surprised, little wanderer. Whatever I'm doing must be working. It seems too much to hope for that you've determined that wandering and high adventure need not take place in space alone."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 07:31 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 11:28 PM)

"I speak of running, I know." Arynel said, half thinking aloud. "Perhaps I will, perhaps I am, now, on the run. Perhaps there is no more need to flee."

The Breton went silent for a moment, and then shook his head. "I fear the roar of the fire is a greater halcyon than the prowess of my will, I am too much at ease to think clearly."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 07:37 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 12:31 AM)

"You only think clearly when you're in danger? Don't be troubled then; the world will provide what you need."

She looked into the fire herself.

"When Old Uriel dies, there will be fire enough for everyone, and not the kind that brightens a hearth. Even the bravest hero must rest and gather his strength."

She smiled a private smile. Inwardly she was thinking of a mild seeming boy who claimed not to seek adventure. Adventure was addictive, though.

"I want to hold an open house," she said. "It's time. We are entirely too cloistered here, we hoard our knowledge. I spoke with Solin of a symposium for scholars. Does that sound good to you?"

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 07:40 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 11:37 PM)

Arynel sat quietly. "Kindling waiting for the spark."

"A symposium?" The Breton began, sitting upright in the chair. "Yes, I would be fine with that, though I fear I may have little to add to it myself."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 07:45 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 12:40 AM)

"You have a reputation for wisdom, you know," Allerleirauh said. "It grows almost as fast as your reputation for being incomprehensible. What shall we speak of? The right reaching, the true nature of the Void? I have heard many say that they are tired of discussing the gods... but dissertations on alchemy bore me, and I know no other topics."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 07:49 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 11:45 PM)

"Let them come with the yearnings of their own minds," Arynel said, "surely we will have enough to talk about, there are always those whose ears have not heard, and those whose minds have yet to ponder."

"If you would like my suggestion, though," the Breton said, "it would be to say the symposium is not enough, that one must step beyond scholarship."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 07:51 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 12:49 AM)

"Tell me what you have in mind," Allerleirauh said.

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 07:54 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 11 2005, 11:51 PM)

"Tell me what you have in mind," Allerleirauh said.

Arynel leaned back in his chair and his eyes drifted towards the ceiling. He began to scratch his chin.

"I would give them feet." The Breton said at last. "Though I am unsure how, of what further methods to employ. I must give it thought, or go out wandering and leave my mind to its own devices."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 08:01 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 12:54 AM)

"A demonstration, then," she said. "Of the Walking Ways. Is that what you meant? I used to teach people about the Void, you know. By showing them edges, the sparkly places where two stones meet. But I don't know how to show them how to walk."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 08:04 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 12 2005, 12:01 AM)

Arynel bit his bottom lip, and looked towards Allerlierauh.

"Perhaps." The Breton said. "I will need some time to think on it, and perhaps some guidance from another who has feet. I fear I do not know how to show them to walk either."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 08:10 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 01:04 AM)

"The only Walk I know is my own," Allerleirauh said. "I've been called a good dancer, though."

She illustrated by twirling in front of him.

"You never fail to surprise me with your gifts," she said. "I will be interested to see what you come up with."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 08:12 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 12 2005, 12:10 AM)

Arynel smiled shyly.

"And what of you?" The Breton inquired, shifting focus. "What words do you have?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 08:17 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 01:12 AM)

Arynel smiled shyly.

"And what of you?" The Breton inquired, shifting focus. "What words do you have?"

"I would like to speak of Almalexia," Allerleirauh said. "I would like to teach these young ones respect for that which is worthy of respect. But I fear that may be beyond my power. The critical mind is in grave decline lately, I fear. The steps of the mighty no longer shake the earth, and the scoffers mock. Well, they will tremble soon enough, and know their folly. Perhaps it's a mistake to wish to warn them."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 08:19 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 12 2005, 12:17 AM)

Arynel nodded.

"If we succeed they will have both feet to walk and minds to know the proper direction." the Breton said. "If we fail I suppose they will be no worse off than they are at present. What of Solin, or is he, in this, yet a mystery?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 08:21 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 01:19 AM)

"Solin is always a mystery," Allerleirauh said. "At the moment I know not even where he is. But I know he loves scholarship."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 08:23 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 12 2005, 12:21 AM)

"Solin is always a mystery," Allerleirauh said. "At the moment I know not even where he is. But I know he loves scholarship."

"Of course," Arynel said, "I would expect no other."

"Tell me, then," the Breton began, "When will it be, and who will gather to listen?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Apr 12 2005, 08:30 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 01:23 AM)

"Of course," Arynel said, "I would expect no other."

"Tell me, then," the Breton began, "When will it be, and who will gather to listen?"

"Our house is not quite in order," she said. "If I tell Ciel we are throwing a monstrous party before he has time to get his feet under him, he'll... well, he'll probably not bat an eyelash. But it's still best to give him warning. And the others are bound up in this quest for Illidan. We should wait until they are finished."

Posted by: Arynel Apr 12 2005, 08:33 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 12 2005, 12:30 AM)

"Yes, that is very good." Arynel said with a nod. "I will set myself to pondering then, if I am give leave to."

The Breton leaned back in the chair and returned his attention to the dancing flames.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 12 2005, 08:51 AM

Path to eastern lake-

Two fisherman, both wearing large straw hats, passed by the group. As they passed, several things could be heard being muttered between them.

"Bastard wizard, kicking us out of the lake, a public lake. What nerve!" One whispered loudly to his friend.

"Aye, and to have the audacity to rob us of our equipment? I've got a wife and two kids to feed, y'know..."

One of the men shot a glance towards the party. And the two men's conversation ceased, for now, at least.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 12 2005, 08:59 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 12 2005, 02:51 AM)

Upon hearing the snatches of conversation from the straw-hatted gentlemen, Loranna thinks to herself that the chances of being able to negotiate peacefully for the weed just dropped.

Still, one never could tell; perhaps the wizard simply found their hats unbearable ...

Squelching her line of thinking as foolish, Loranna waves to the two men. "Hail, friends," she says. "You say you were just at yon tower? Perhaps you could share with us what you know of it and its master - we're terribly interested."

She fiddles with a septim in her hand.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 12 2005, 09:09 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 12 2005, 04:29 PM)

"Hail." They said together, grouchily.

"It's a tower...tall, and...round and stuff." One commented, eyeing the septim. "Heavily guarded, too...some parts are protected by magic, I presume, it hurt to just knock on that bugger's door. Not to mention the large abundance of guards, I don't even think they're mortal."

"Yeah." Added the other man, "The wizard though...he's a real prick, got two of his men, these we knew, were men. And not some other unnatural creature to kick us out of his property, had some real important stuff to work on, apparently."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 12 2005, 09:18 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 12 2005, 03:09 AM)

Lots of guards, possibly summoned creatures or constructs, magic defenses, Loranna mentally tallies. Wizard busy and really cranky from the sounds of it. Yeah, the peaceful approach is looking pretty pointless now ...

"Quite the spotted owl, he sounds," Loranna says agreeably, fishing out some more septims. "There anything else he has at this tower you know of?" She holds out the septims to the fishermen, enough to buy themselves some new fishing gear and a night at a good tavern - or so Loranna hopes, having had bad luck in estimating monetary values recently.

Posted by: w0nders Apr 12 2005, 09:30 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 12 2005, 04:48 PM)

"Gardeners." One stated, flatly, "gardeners that go around the lake collecting that weed of his that he likes. What was it? Vonsikilufiuuuusuntune..." The man trailed off as he continued to try and pronounce the name.

"The gardeners are very afraid of him, too." Added the other man, taking the offered septims. "Odd, really."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 12 2005, 09:34 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 12 2005, 03:30 AM)

Approaching the gardeners might be an option, Loranna thinks to herself. Or just simply bypassing all of them and looking for the weed ourselves.

"Why odd?" Loranna asks, eyebrows raised. "From what you've said so far this wizard sounds like he's a few cards shy of a full deck."

Posted by: w0nders Apr 12 2005, 09:40 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 12 2005, 05:04 PM)

"Aye, I just find it odd that somebody under his employment could find him so utterly terrifying. I'm talking trembling and falling over whilst trying to not impede his path here." The man shrugged, "maybe there is more to that tower than any of us know."

Posted by: Loranna Apr 12 2005, 09:42 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 12 2005, 03:40 AM)

Isn't there always? Loranna mentally asks, but she doesn't say that aloud.

"You've been very helpful," Loranna says with a smile. "May good fortune be with you and your days be bright and shining."

Posted by: w0nders Apr 12 2005, 09:46 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 12 2005, 05:12 PM)

"Thankyou, the same goes for you, miss." The man replied, bowing. At that, the two of them continued down the path.

Posted by: Loranna Apr 12 2005, 09:50 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 12 2005, 03:46 AM)

"Thankyou, the same goes for you, miss." The man replied, bowing. At that, the two of them continued down the path.

Once the two men were gone, Loranna turns to her companions. "Anyone have any thoughts?" she asks.

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Apr 12 2005, 12:49 PM

Roggar stepped forward. "I do. I say we dress like Gardener's, gather some of the Von-weed, then we simply..."He twirled his hand, and developed a smirk."Disappear."

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Apr 12 2005, 02:23 PM

"My knowledge of magic is not great, but he might have set wards and guards around the lake. Roggar's idea has merit, but we should investigate his defenses a little before we try that idea. Besides, I found that the old trick of knocking out guards and taking their clothes is one that works far better in the novels than in real life, and we are far away from any area to buy a disguise."

Posted by: Jakut Apr 12 2005, 11:13 PM

Didryn agrees with Cyrcius silently with a nod of his head.

Posted by: Issa_Yojimbo Yesterday, 02:40 AM

Issa sits by a quiet pool, wearing only his boots and dark skirts.

He had been studying the Sword Arts of the Redguards for a while now, and is much more refined of a swordsman.

His two katanas, Murasame and Masamune, were worn and tattered from use, and what was once known as Prophet's Edge sat against a tree, the glyphs still moving and shifting.

Soon he would return to Morrowind.

Posted by: sjvan0 Yesterday, 04:01 AM

Frostien awoke with a dozen warhammers smashing the inside of his head. The world slowly slid into focus, and he could see he was in a cave of some sort (a mine, in fact). He looked to the elderly woman sitting at the desk, and spoke.

"Where on Niirn am I?" He said, his voice cracking from the dehidration. "And could you maybe get me something to drink, madame? Or tell me where I can get one?"

Posted by: Arynel Yesterday, 06:45 AM

Arynel became as recognition of world construct, and the Breton opened his eyes. The room in the Guildhouse came into focus and he looked towards the chair next to him, and the persona who filled its space.

"Oh, yes, I have something to show you." He said to Allerleirauh.

Reaching into his cloak, Arynel drew forth a chrystaline object shaped like an egg. The fire could be seen flickering in its core, from which an orange light radiated.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 06:58 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 12 2005, 11:45 PM)

"I know you," Allerleirauh said. She reached out her hand. "May I?"

Posted by: Arynel Yesterday, 08:53 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 12 2005, 10:58 PM)

"I know you," Allerleirauh said. She reached out her hand. "May I?"

Arynel nodded, "Of course."

The Breton reached across the gap between the two tables and held the chrystal egg out toward Allerleirauh.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 08:58 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 13 2005, 01:53 AM)

Arynel nodded, "Of course."

The Breton reached across the gap between the two tables and held the crystal egg out toward Allerleirauh.

Allerleirauh took the fire-filled crystalline egg carefully, bending her head to gaze into its depths.

"I know so little about this," she said. "What does one do with it, and how is it done?"

Posted by: MysticMage _Syzygy16 Yesterday, 09:01 AM

OOC: Can I join???

Posted by: Arynel Yesterday, 09:07 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 12:58 AM)

Allerleirauh took the fire-filled crystalline egg carefully, bending her head to gaze into its depths.

"I know so little about this," she said. "What does one do with it, and how is it done?"

Arynel smiled.

"It is an egg, you already know the signifance." The Breton said. "An egg, thrice layered, though you cannot tell in this place, each layer is seperated by an Aether-weave of scripture. It is an egg, we may crack it for its yoke, or keep it until it hatches."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 09:08 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 13 2005, 02:07 AM)

"It's the hatching that concerns me," Allerleirauh said. "What kind of bird is it, do you know?"

Posted by: Ady Yesterday, 09:23 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 02:08 AM)

"It's the hatching that concerns me," Allerleirauh said. "What kind of bird is it, do you know?"

"You'll need to find this answer yourself my dear"

Posted by: sanm501 Yesterday, 01:21 PM

QUOTE(sjvan0 @ Apr 12 2005, 09:01 PM)

Norilan sprung to his feet when Frostien woke his ebony mace in hand ready to crush whatever disturbed him. After seeing that seeing that it was only Frostien he relaxes al little. Then he speaks"you are in a witches cave, you are not in peril unless you make it so

Posted by: Nalion Yesterday, 02:11 PM

In the vicinity of the witches' mine:

Nalion still sat with his back against a tree not too far from the witches' mine. He was deep in thought. Now that he was back in High Rock, he had a feeling that something drew him away from the task of finding a cure for Illidan. Something was drawing him closer to a small village south of Shornhelm, towards the Wrothgarian mountains.

He was a different man since he had left that night years ago with Lirielle in his arms. It had been a difficult time, finding his own way in this world, away from the protection of a simple village community, sheltered by innocence and ignorance. This had radically changed said night. He had taken his life into his own hands from that on, rather than letting others dominate it from outside. He had taken responsibility, for himself and most important for Lirielle.

It was now that he realized that this was a very important revelation to him. In a way, Lirielle had taught him to think for himself and not let others do his thinking. Sometimes, rules had to be broken when they didn't fit anymore. Lirielle had been the first step towards what he was now.

The Breton mage looked upwards into the treetops above him.

The second step was following his own mind, as he had set out from Tel Uvirith to follow a faint trail to Skyrim. A faint trail of what? Nalion didn't know. What he knew though was that in Skyrim he had met and joined a group of travellers whose adventures had fundamentally changed him.

The third step was freeing himself from his grief of Lirielle's passing. In a forlorn place he had strangely re-lived the parts of his flight from High Rock and of Lirielle's death. He had then finally understood that Lirielles death, tragic as it was, could not have been prevented by him. The guilt he had burdened upon himself because of this fell from him that day.

The fourth step was taking responsibility. Act, instead of react. Lead, instead of follow. The realization that the adventures in the Vaults of Gemin were just some sort of test for a task that was much greater than he had ever seen made him smile.
The few days around Hogithum passed before his minds' eye. The tension of the task at hand, the shock at seeing his closest friends hurt and wounded, the highs and lows of their struggle towards Red Mountain. And then, there was this breathtaking moment as they all rallied together, mantling the Eight and righted what was wrong.

Nalion realized though, that the third step had yet to be completed. His own story had to be put right. People were surely angry at him. Father would be very disappointed. Mother, would she be sad? Cienne, his sister who he still loved dearly, what had become of her? Joslin Tailas, Lirielle's father, how would he react when the one who stole his daughter appeared on his doorstep?

Nalion would find out soon, that he was sure of.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 10:33 PM

The Lake and the Wizard's Tower

Scouting the lake seemed like an axcellent idea, and volunteers were easy enough to find. The rest of the party agreed to wait for the scouts to make their rounds and report back.

As the scouts made their stealthy way ahead, they soon came upon the lake, a rather large lake with clear, calm waters, looking serene and lovely. Jutting forth from the east side of the lake, however, was the wizard's tower - cold-looking, severe, rough and ill-tended, it cast a pall over the peacefulness of the lake beyond its simple shadow. Small slits offered the only view out of the tower and an imposing, gate-barred door sat at the tower's base, an armored man and two large, stone statues in the shapes of horned men with large, clenched fists and powerful arms standing guard.

Around the lake itself, armored men of different sorts could be seen, as well as others - men and women with ragged clothes and silver bracers around their arms, carrying various tools and satchels. The men and women would occasionally wave something around, then stoop and dig, placing what they dug up in their satchel. The armored men hollared now and then, evidentally displeased with the way the others worked ...

Posted by: Nordic_bandit Yesterday, 10:50 PM

Roggar decided to scout ahead. He cast a spell of Chameleon and disappeared into the lake. He still resurfaced for air, but that was only when he absolutely needed it. He climbed out of the water on the other side of the lake, the side closest to the Tower. At this moment, he was hit with the most outrageously powerful sense of magick. He sneaked forward and touched one of the statue's. He stiffened as a small shiver ran down his spinal chord. This was a very magickal beast, possibly from Oblivion. He had never seen it in the tome's he had read, and had never heard of it. He cast one of his flying spells and flew back to the group immediately to report his findings. He ran over to Loranna. "There is a serious problem. Those two statue's, in front of the portal? They are extremely magickal and dangerous. I'm betting that both of them are from Oblivion."

Posted by: Arynel Yesterday, 11:52 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 01:08 AM)

"It's the hatching that concerns me," Allerleirauh said. "What kind of bird is it, do you know?"

“It is an effigy node of world construct, subjective to mortal precept ordinances. It is a convex propagation of world-semblance, delegated by symphonic ritual thought complex.”

Arynel looked towards Allerleirauh and the crystal egg she held in her hands.

“That is to say,” the Breton said, “it is a wish granted.”

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 01:15 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 13 2005, 04:52 PM)

Allerleirauh bowed her head. "Then we must have faith in the ones who wish."

Posted by: Arynel Today, 01:19 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 05:15 PM)

Allerleirauh bowed her head. "Then we must have faith in the ones who wish."

Arynel nodded.

"We must be cautious as to who is allowed to wish." The Breton said. "What should be wished for, I do not know, we will see."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 01:22 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 13 2005, 06:19 PM)

Arynel nodded.

"We must be caughtious as to who is allowed to wish." The Breton said. "What should be wished for, I do not know, we will see."

"Oh, little hawk, that frightens me... I would not stop anyone from wishing. Even if it results in disaster. You see farther than I, is there any other news you bring?"

Posted by: Arynel Today, 01:24 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 05:22 PM)

"Oh, little hawk, that frightens me... I would not stop anyone from wishing. Even if it results in disaster. You see farther than I, is there any other news you bring?"

"Anyone may wish, and yet not anyone," Arynel said, "that is, I am today not who I was yesterday, nor who I will be tomorrow, let the right one wish."

"No, I have no news," the Breton said, "have you any for me?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 01:32 AM

QUOTE(Arynel @ Apr 13 2005, 06:24 PM)

"His Lordship speaks," she said. "He says he will speak more, and soon. All my other news you know. Take care of my love, love."

She smiled.

Posted by: Arynel Today, 01:36 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 05:32 PM)

"His Lordship speaks," she said. "He says he will speak more, and soon. All my other news you know. Take care of my love, love."

She smiled.

"I would like that, I think" Arynel said, "I hope he comes with many words, and I do believe they will be armed to the teeth."

The Breton returned the smile.

Posted by: Lord Sephirus Today, 04:20 AM

Cyrcius went forward with Roggar. When Roggar went to investigate the statue, Cyrcius, bereft of invisibilty or chameleon, snuck forward to investigate the armored men by the lake. He saw the shimmer on their weapons, and recognized them as enchanted. They wielded longswords and maces, with a few carrying whips. Most wore studded armor, that Cyrcius recognized as high quality equipment. A few wore steel however, and a huge Breton, unusually tall for his race, seemed to be in charge. He wore an ebony cuirass, a steel helmet, and studde leather for the rest except for his armored and spiked gauntlets. He wielded a huge mace of a design unfamiliar to Cyrcius, that practically radiated enchantment. Cyrcius watched all this from his hiding place in the trees and began counting the guards by the lake.

Posted by: Piffski Today, 04:48 AM

QUOTE(Lord Sephirus @ Apr 13 2005, 09:20 PM)

Umm..Hello, Im sorry,but,is there something you need.This isnt exactly the safest place to be...And I really shouldnt be talking to you...Anyway I am Tralen.Redguard slave.I was just picking a certain umm..plant if you will and you popped up. Is there anyone else here?

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 04:57 AM

"Slave bracers," Tris said under his breath to Loranna, looking over the scene in front of them. "Here, in High Rock. I think we are definitely not going to do this one friendly-like."

QUOTE(Piffski @ Apr 13 2005, 09:48 PM)

Umm..Hello, Im sorry,but,is there you need.This isnt exactly the safest place to be...And I really shouldnt be talking to you...Anyway I am Tralen.Redguard slave. was just picking a certain umm..plant if you will and you popped up. Is there anyone else here?

"You're a slave here?" Tris asked. "Where's your master?"

Posted by: Piffski Today, 04:59 AM

Well,he is the wizard in the tower just over there *points at tower*.Why do you ask?Yes I am a slave,have been as long as I can remember.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 04:59 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 10:57 PM)

"Slave bracers," Tris said under his breath to Loranna, looking over the scene in front of them. "Here, in High Rock. I think we are definitely not going to do this one friendly-like."
"You're a slave here?" Tris asked. "Where's your master?"

Loranna's eyes narrow as she sees the slaves, and she whispers back to Tris "You're partly right; friendly now means a swift beatdown ..."

As Tralen speaks to Tris, one of the guards cracks his whip. "You there! Stop lazing about and work!" he sneers. A Breton in slave bracers scurries off, nose to the ground.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 05:08 AM

A tall figure adorned in full ebony armor made his way through the slaves, pushing several to the ground as he went, the visor of his helmet locked on Loranna and the others.

Several slaves began creeping back as he moved forward, his pace was easy and his step light, despite the heavy armor he wore. A muffled chuckle eminated from beneath his ebony helm.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 05:16 AM

QUOTE(Piffski @ Apr 13 2005, 09:59 PM)

Well,he is the wizard in the tower just over there *points at tower*.Why do you ask?Yes I am a slave,have been as long as I can remember.

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 13 2005, 09:59 PM)

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 13 2005, 10:08 PM)

Tris's expression had darkened. Bretons were free men. They didn't take slaves, and they couldn't be made into slaves. Not since the end of the wars with Orsinium, anyway.

"This is new," he said to Loranna, as the ebony-clad figure made its way towards him.

He stepped forward. "What are you? Lackey, Daedric servant?"

Posted by: Loranna Today, 05:20 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 11:16 PM)

Loranna assesses the ebony-clad figure, noting his ease of moevment in the heavy armor and his casual callousness in pushing the slaves around.

This is probably one of the wizard's more trusted servants, she decides. She mentally prepares herself for trouble, waiting on the figure's reaction - and keeping an eye on the slaves, lest they wander into the path of trouble.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 05:22 AM

The visor on the dark figures ebony helm stopped squarely at Tris, and then it shifted towards Loranna.

"What are you doing here? You aren't welcome." He said at last, to no one in paticular.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 05:28 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 13 2005, 10:22 PM)

The visor on the dark figures ebony helm stopped squarely at Tris, and then it shifted towards Loranna.

"What are you doing here? You aren't welcome." He said at last, to no one in paticular.

"I don't doubt that at all," Tris said. "I'm a son of High Rock, and whatever I may have come for, I'm going to put an end to this nasty little operation first. I guess that means we have to fight you."

He reached deep into the Void with a string of power, feeling unnatural strength, health and speed flow through his limbs. It felt strange not fighting with Ciel beside him.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 05:30 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 11:28 PM)

Loranna, seeing Tris gird for a fight, casts one of her preferred custom spells, seeking to absorb speed from the ebony-clad warrior and grant that speed to herself and Tris. Her spell cast she reaches for her sword.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 05:32 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 11:28 PM)

"You get into a lot of bar fights, don't you, boy?" The dark figure said. "I don't see much reason to waste my time to attend to your crusading, run on home, boy, and I'll pretend this didn't happen."

The spell Loranna casts appears to take effect, but the dark figure does not seem at all fazed.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 05:51 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 13 2005, 10:32 PM)

"I used to," Tris said. "I'm better at fighting than running these days. And I still run pretty well."

He wasn't going to be drawn into attacking first.

He thought about doing several things; taking a whip from one of the guards and using it on him, finding the keys to the bracers; then decided that was going to too much trouble.

He had a spell he had made just for dungeons, which opened locks in a massive radius. He used it now, to pop open the bracers of the slaves all around him.

"That's gotten that out of the way," Tris said. "Are we still friends?"

He smiled.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 05:55 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 11:51 PM)

Several of the slaves stare at their wrists, not quite believing that they've been freed. A couple cower, and one or two look like they wish to let their former masters know how they feel about their enslavement.

"Don't just stand there," Loranna urges them. "You're free now; take heart and beat feet." She glares at the more militant looking former slaves, saying " ... And don't press your luck dears ..."

Some slaves start running from the tower.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 05:58 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 13 2005, 11:51 PM)

Beneath the ebony helm, the figure's lips stretched into a grim.

There was a soft metallic sound as the ebony blade cleared its scabbard, and Tris felt his speed bottom out and drop like an anchor.

Though some slaves ran, many stayed behind, gathering up tools as weapons and forming a circle around the group.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 06:06 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 13 2005, 10:58 PM)

What had happened took him a moment to sort out; he was under the effect of a spell. Loranna's spell.

Loranna's drain speed spell was no match for the speed he had taken for himself from the Void; but the fact that it had happened at all was disturbing.

He wasted another moment dispelling the effect, wasted yet another restoring himself to his proper abilities.

The loyalty of the slaves didn't surprise him. For some of them this was the only home they'd known.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 06:10 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 12:06 AM)

Whatever was behind the slave's zealousy, be it home or other, at a signal designated by the dark figure lowering his sword they charged forwards into the circle and towards the group.

The ebony clad figure, with his newly enhanced speed, turned and moved towards the edge of the circle.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 06:21 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 12:06 AM)

Loranna has her sword partly out of her sheath when Tris's actions make her pause for a moment. Why was he suddenly acting like he had come under the effects of a spell or curse? ... And why didn't she feel appreciably faster right now?

Seeing the slaves surrounding them, she raises her hands again, wondering what to do. "Tris? What just happened?" she asks, looking around.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 06:22 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 13 2005, 11:21 PM)

Loranna has her sword partly out of her sheath when Tris's actions make her pause for a moment. Why was he suddenly acting like he had come under the effects of a spell or curse?

Seeing the slaves surrounding them, she raises her hands again, wondering what to do. "Tris? What just happened?" she asks, looking around.

"Nothing good," Tris said. "No magic for now until we sort this out."

He whipped an ebony blade, swifter than any mortal man could reasonably throw, at the circling figure.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 06:28 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 12:22 AM)

"Nothing good," Tris said. "No magic for now until we sort this out."

He whipped an ebony blade, swifter than any mortal man could reasonably throw, at the circling figure.

The blade hit solid into the left ebony Pauldron of the darkfigure and stuck. Three slaves horded around Tris as the figure, now on the ground, moved to pull the sword out of his armor. The blade was red with blood, and the dark figure stabbed the blade into the ground and leered at Tris.

Three slaves charged violently towards Loranna. The others moved about with weapons ready, but had no clear targets.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 06:30 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 12:22 AM)

"Nothing good," Tris said. "No magic for now until we sort this out."

He whipped an ebony blade, swifter than any mortal man could reasonably throw, at the circling figure.

That probably applies to my sword as well, Loranna thinks, her lips curling into a snarl. Bloody fetcher ...

Loranna didn't have any other weapons on her, and her hand-to-hand skills were not the best; she had improved enough that she could probably take out one slave or maybe two with her bare hands after a long brawl, but not a mess of them ...

I'm definitely going to need to practice my kicks more later, she tells herself.

Quickly, she unbuckles her scabbard and holds her sword out, using the sheathed blade to bat away the slaves' attacks; wherever she can she throws her best punches to try and stun her attackers.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 06:47 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 13 2005, 11:28 PM)

"You are really getting on my nerves," Tris said, bouncing into the air, out of the reach of the approaching slaves.

He was thinking hard, watching the fellow.

Trying too hard. Trying to see into a world where truth was spoken. It wasn't hard, it was easy. You just had to hold your mouth right.

Ignoring his words to Loranna, he cast a spell at the armored figure. Just a little one, a spell to poison him very mildly. And he watched. His vision shifted, and dizzying strings swept by him, a flood of incomprehensible proto-language.

Posted by: Teleran Today, 06:47 AM

Teleran saw the slaves freed and many of them begin to run, but they seemed to be gathering around something, heavily armed. Activating his spear’s enchantment, he jumped towards them as a portion of the circling slave charged inwards. He landed a bit short and started running the rest of the distance. As he approached his spear strapped itself to his back as Nehtayem and the iron dagger leapt to his hands. A cloud of silver daggers came up around him.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 06:55 AM

Five slaves who had earlier ran off towards the tower now approached in slave bracers, holding iron shortswords. Three Breton's wearing iron helms and cuirasses stepped out of the tower after them, the dead decapitated body of one slave falling to the ground. "That'll teach 'em," they said, drawing their iron longswords and making their way towards the group.

The poison spell appeared to take effect on the dark figure, but based on body language alone it was hard to tell if he even noticed it. Body language, however, was not the only indication of effect, and Tris could see that the poison did indeed find its target, but the target had shifted towards, unfortunatly for Tris, himself.

The figure turned his attention to Teleran, darting forward and swinging his ebony blade.

Posted by: Teleran Today, 07:06 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 13 2005, 09:55 PM)

Five slaves who had earlier ran off towards the tower now approached in slave bracers, holding iron shortswords. Three Breton's wearing iron helms and cuirasses stepped out of the tower after them, the dead decapitated body of one slave falling to the ground. "That'll teach 'em," they said, drawing their iron longswords and making their way towards the group.

The poison spell appeared to take effect on the dark figure, but it was hard to tell if he even noticed it. Instead, he turned his attention to Teleran, darting forward and swinging his ebony blade.

Teleran dodged to the side of the ebony blade. Well almost dodged it--the figure was surprisingly fast in his ebony armor--the blade clove through Teleran’s left pauldron and out the other side. Teleran thrust Nehtayem straight into the cuirass to counter, expecting it to bite through the armor as it usually did.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 07:08 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 14 2005, 12:55 AM)

Five slaves who had earlier ran off towards the tower now approached in slave bracers, holding iron shortswords. Three Breton's wearing iron helms and cuirasses stepped out of the tower after them, the dead decapitated body of one slave falling to the ground. "That'll teach 'em," they said, drawing their iron longswords and making their way towards the group.

The poison spell appeared to take effect on the dark figure, but it was hard to tell if he even noticed it. Instead, he turned his attention to Teleran, darting forward and swinging his ebony blade.

Loranna feels her hackles rising, swatting at one of the three slaves who had originally rushed her.

The slaves did not have the best of weapons, and her armor and parrying skills were enough to turn aside most of their blows. Those few that got through healed thanks to the potions she regularly ingested. The slaves did not pose much of a threat ... as swingers of weapons. However, they were capable of ganging up on her and pulling her down, and once she was down she could take quite a bit of damage from repeated stabbings and hackings - especially since people with actual swords were coming out. And she herself was holding back from using her best attacks ...

It seemed at least that her potions were not affected by whatever was jinxing their magic; she still had options, if she could keep from getting pulled to the ground.

Her free hand fishes into her robe for a potion of strength, while she dodges and parries the blows of the three gardeners trying to bear her down. She ducks, pulls the potion out, and struggles to free her arm when a lucky grab snares her. Pulling free, she gulps the potion down, dancing away from the slaves.

The next one that gets close takes a sharp hook to the jaw, learned back in her barmaid days; he goes down, out like a light. Loranna smiles, at least until she sees the other slaves advancing on her.

"Bloody ..." she mutters, as they attack.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 07:22 AM

The dark figure stalled for a moment staring at Teleran, and then the Dunmer's own chitin armor began to disentigrate. He swung his sword a second time, not bothering to remove Nehtayem from its place in the ebony cuirass.

A number of slaves near Loranna fell, and the three Breton guards arrived at the combat area.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 07:25 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 14 2005, 12:22 AM)

The dark figure stalled for a moment staring at Teleran, and then the Dunmer's own netch armor began to disentigrate. He swung his sword a second time, not bothering to remove Nehtayem from its place in the ebony cuirass.

A number of slaves near Loranna fell, and the three Breton guards arrived at the combat area.

"It's his armor!" Tris shouted to the others, still floating overhead. "It's powerful magic, it tampers with any spells you cast at him."

His own weapons all cast spells when they struck, except for the ebony dagger Ciel had given him long ago. He dipped down, thrusting at the joints of the armored figure.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 07:31 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 01:25 AM)

The majority of the slaves had fallen now, and those left were joined by the five newcomers and three Breton guards, though the numbers had tipped in favor of the party.

Tris's ebony dagger plunged into the dark figure, causing him to miss Teleran as he swung. It's damage combined with that of Nehtayem was causing the figure to loose health.

Posted by: Teleran Today, 07:38 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 13 2005, 10:31 PM)

Teleran felt his chitin armor cracking as he continued moving to his right. His boots cracked as he placed weight on it sending him tumbling. He turned on the figure to see its blade flash past him, uncomfortably close. However he also spied his left arm still floating beyond the fiend. He sent it slashing towards the back of the man in ebony’s neck.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 07:39 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 01:25 AM)

"Spells cast at him?" Loranna repeats ...

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 14 2005, 01:31 AM)

... a slow grin coming across her face as she looks at the guards.

"I'll handle the guards; Tel, help Tris take the blackguard down!" Loranna says, turning to give the guards a truly Nordic welcome. "Sorry dears ..."

She had already pumped up her strength with a potion, and a fortify speed spell gave her the quickness to dash in and out more easily; Loranna takes on the remaining guards and gardeners, her sheathed blade swishing through the air.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 07:43 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 01:38 AM)

The dark figure was stunned, and in his position unprepared for the leviating limb and the iron dagger it held, which yielded even more damage to what was already being inflicted to the ebony armored figure, who was now on his knees.

He dropped his sword, as the guards fell to Loranna's reaping.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 07:46 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 14 2005, 12:43 AM)

Tris landed and set his foot on the sword.

"Surrender or die," he said.

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 07:50 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 01:46 AM)

Tris landed and set his foot on the sword.

"Surrender or die," he said.

The figure looked up towards Tris.

"This isn't a barfight, boy, I have honor."

He did not move, but only waited.

Posted by: Teleran Today, 07:53 AM

‘Deeper, Deeper, Deeper! Hew it, stab it, slice it dice it. Drink deeply, taste its blood.’ Teleran’s eyes lit in ecstasy. The dagger started slicing downward as he pushed it harder.

A few seconds later he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He looked around in consternation at first before he reoriented himself.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 07:55 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 14 2005, 12:50 AM)

The figure looked up towards Tris.

"This isn't a barfight, boy, I have honor."

He did not move, but only waited.

Upping his strength to ridiculous levels, Tris struck the armored man a blow on the crown of the helm with the butt of his own sword.

"That makes it tough for you that I don't," Tris said.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 07:58 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 01:55 AM)

Upping his strength to ridiculous levels, Tris struck the armored man a blow on the crown of the helm with the butt of his own sword.

"That makes it tough for you that I don't," Tris said.

"Honor which lets him bully slaves around ..." Loranna mutters, going through the fallen gardeners and healing any serious wounds they suffered from the fight.

"Tris, I'm thinking the master of the tower probably has heard this ruckus ..." she says. "We better be ready for more fun."

Posted by: Dumbkid Today, 07:58 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 01:55 AM)

Upping his strength to ridiculous levels, Tris struck the armored man a blow on the crown of the helm with the butt of his own sword.

"That makes it tough for you that I don't," Tris said.

The mysterious figure fell unconscious and the ebony helm rolled off of his head and onto the ground, revealing the head of a blonde Breton man in his thirties, with ears elongated slightly, almost like a mers, and his pupils, which were now unfocused, were rimmed with red.

Posted by: w0nders Today, 08:01 AM

There was a crack like thunder, and eight large stone figures fell from the roof of the tower. Slowly they uncoiled, and the beating of stone wings was heard.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 08:07 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Apr 14 2005, 12:58 AM)

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 14 2005, 01:01 AM)

There was a crack like thunder, and eight large stone figures fell from the roof of the tower. Slowly they uncoiled, and the beating of stone wings was heard.

"Perfect," Tris said. "Just what we needed."

He lifted the helm. Resisted the impulse to give the honorable warrior a good solid kick in the head.

"I want this armor," he said. "It's worth more than... more than this whole province, probably. Keep those things off me while I strip this bastard."

Posted by: Loranna Today, 08:12 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 02:07 AM)

"Perfect," Tris said. "Just what we needed."

He lifted the helm. Resisted the impulse to give the honorable warrior a gold solid kick in the head.

"I want this armor," he said. "It's worth more than... more than this whole province, probably. Keep those things off me while I strip this bastard."

"Tris, I love you," Loranna says. "If these things don't tear my head off I'm going to give you the Kiss of Doom later."

She casts a weak Absorb Speed spell at one gargoyle, feeling out its defenses against magic, while moving to protect Tris.

" ... Well, here's where I wish I had a proper blunt weapon ..." she mutters, looking to her companions.

Posted by: w0nders Today, 08:18 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 14 2005, 03:42 PM)

One gargoyle, which was in the middle of diving was hit by Loranna's spell. Said spell seemed to just dissipate, having no affect on the gargoyle what so ever.

The other gargoyles circled the group, taking the odd dive at one of the party members.

Posted by: Teleran Today, 08:22 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 13 2005, 11:18 PM)

Teleran stripped off his chitin armor, cracked as it was it was easier break it further than remove it normally, faster too, and those stone things probably wouldn’t wait for him to remove his armor correctly. He readied his spear just in time to throw himself aside to avoid a diving gargoyle and let it clatter over the ground. He pulled his spear back to his grasp and turned to follow the gargoyle as it regained altitude.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 08:26 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 14 2005, 02:18 AM)

" ... Yeah; I'm wanting to suck the life out of this mage more and more ..." Loranna mutters, hastily buffing the party's strength and agility, and casting sanctuary.

She draws her starhlim shortblade, ready for another physical fight. She hopes her sword doesn't get too badly beat up with fighting eight hunks of animated stone.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 08:30 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 14 2005, 01:18 AM)

Tris uttered an oath, dodging a swooping gargoyle.

The man's armor was quickly removed and stashed.

"You, sir, look like trouble... but you're going to have to find your own death," he said, rolling the man over onto his back. He was still completely unconscious, probably concussed. Hopefully none of the freed slaves would stab him in revenge. Tris considered healing him and leaving him under a sleep spell... but then decided to save his healing for when he was on the way out of the tower.

Posted by: w0nders Today, 08:33 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 03:52 PM)

The gargoyle flipped in mid-air, coming back down a second time, now behind Teleran.

Other gargoyles continued swooping the party members.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 08:38 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 14 2005, 02:33 AM)

The gargoyle flipped in mid-air, coming back down a second time, now behind Teleran.

Other gargoyles continued swooping the party members.

Loranna ducks under one swooping gargoyle, slashing upward as it dives over her. Between her spell and her potion, her strength was boosted pretty high; hopefully said gargoyle would be feeling that poke. She rises in time to see a second come at her.

"Ooof!" She proves to not be fast enough for the second gargoyle and gets knocked off her feet. She rolls, seeing another gargoyle leg pass above her at which she lashes out with her blade.

As quickly as she can, she gets to her feet, her natural grace coming in good stead. She rubbernecks, trying to keep track of all the flying beasties around her.

Well, I'd been wanting to improve my swordsmanship ... she reflects, tightening her grip on her blade.

Posted by: Teleran Today, 08:43 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 13 2005, 11:33 PM)

The gargoyle flipped in mid-air, coming back down a second time, now behind Teleran.

Other gargoyles continued swooping the party members.

Teleran jumped into the air to meet the gargoyle. He had a sudden recollection of what had happened at Azura’s 'Trial' with the winged twilights, his left arm felt like it was being pressed in a vise. He tried to ignore the pain as he moved his spear into position to fend off the gargoyle coming at him, point forward like a knight charging with a lance.

Posted by: w0nders Today, 08:53 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 14 2005, 04:08 PM)

Loranna's first strike connects with the gargoyle's wing, taking a hefty chunk out of it. And sending it barrel rolling into the ground not too far off. A while after it limped away, short of an arm, leg, and a wing.

Her second strike also connected, but not as well. It left a large scratch across the gargoyle's leg, and also resulted in a stone like powdery substance to flutter down towards her.

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 04:13 PM)

Teleran's spear ran through the gargoyle's skull. Exploding nicely, various rocks crumbling down to the ground below next to it's lifeless form.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Today, 09:01 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 14 2005, 01:53 AM)

Seeing the success of the others made Tris more hopeful about his own ability to fight one of the gargoyles. All of his weapons were fragile, poor against the massive stone monsters. He had his Void enhanced throwing ability, though. He whipped a small stone, underhanded, at one of the gargoyles, at such a speed that the sound resounded from horizon to horizon.

Posted by: Teleran Today, 09:02 AM

QUOTE(w0nders @ Apr 13 2005, 11:53 PM)

Noting the hacked off limbs, and feeling a deep desire not to go skyward again, at least not until the flying enemies had been dealt with. Teleran hefted the arm into the air and sent it careening into the nearest gargoyle. Another gargoyle found itself targeted by a rapidly spinning wing curving through the air. The leg was tossed haphazardly at a cluster of gargoyles. Teleran’s hand fumbled for his potion pouch, until he remembered he had left it with his shattered armor. Cursing he flung a hail of the smaller stones at the last gargoyle.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 09:06 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 03:02 AM)

Teleran had grabbed the fallen limbs Loranna had thought to pick up herself and throw at the enemy, and he looked weary and banged-up to boot; dodging and ducking, she makes her way to Teleran to cast restore health and fatigue on him.

"Just how much wieght can you throw around, dear?" Loranna asks as Tris's rock sends a ringing note shooting through her ears. "If we fell another one, I'm thinking we toss the whole damn carcass at their friends ..."

Posted by: Teleran Today, 09:10 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 14 2005, 12:06 AM)

“Not too much more,” Teleran replied, feeling the spell wash over him he turned back to harrying the flying creatures. “Maybe just a bit more now. The whole carcass you say?”

Posted by: Rhedd Today, 09:12 AM

QUOTE(Arrogant_Hero @ Apr 9 2005, 12:27 PM)

Ald Raathim...

I get into Ald Raathim around midday. You should see some of the looks the locals are giving me. Bastards act like they’ve never seen an Orc before. I know where I’m going and I get to it. There’s no point in wasting anytime.

I approach the castle guards.

Conceited bastards, act like they're too good to speak to me. “Can we help you?” One of the conceited fah’ger’s says to me, with a look on his face like I’m something a Guar spit up.

I calmly light up a cherry and take my time with it. Slowly puffing out smoke, and standing infront of the guards like they're not even there. Hope the bastards like a taste of their own medicine.

They don’t.

The bigger guard steps forward, fingering his sword. “Can we help...”

“I’m looking for Aricyn.” I say, cutting the guard off mid sentence.

The guards laugh... I don’t remember telling a joke.

“Aricyn doesn’t have the time for... your kind. But what we’re officially supposed to say is, he’s busy. So... he’s busy. Come back later, or never.” The guard laughs, throwing me that damn ‘greater then thou’ look again.

I keep my face as calm as the eye of a hurricane, and mark both guard’s faces. I’m going to kill them, you can bet your damn, sweet hide, about that, but not now. I don’t need trouble... yet. Not before I finish what I came to do.

“Fine, I can wait.” I say with the calmness of a priest. I throw my axe down in the dirt, like a spear, before I sit down Indian style next to it, with my cherry mist billowing out of my nose. I can tell by the look on the guard’s faces its choking them. I close my eyes and relax knowing one thing for sure, Aricyn will come. I know that for a fact. He’ll come... the bastard better.

(Ald Raathim:)

Aricyn walked back up the long hill to the castle. At his side were young Helgi Hagslayer, and, of course, the grey old wolf.

Helgi had won great renown for himself in the battle at Red Mountain, after saving the army's golden-helmed standard. The northern warriors now considered him a hero, and looked to him as a leader, albeit a young one. He walked with Aricyn now, under the cool setting sun, discussing his new responsibilies.

As they crossed the little bridge and bubbling stream at the foot of the castle's hill, the old wolf's nose twitched and he let out a hoarse bark.

"What's wrong?" Helgi asked, startled by the great animal's sudden movement.

"He smells Orc," Aricyn answered. "Don't you?"

"No Chief, I do not, yet I do smell... something burning."

"Orc," Aricyn repeated, looking toward the castle. "Go back to the town. We'll talk later."

Helgi nodded and jogged off back down the road.

It wasn't hard to spot him, upon reaching the castle. The stranger sat like a deep green mountain by the roadside. An axe the size of two axes rose from the grass beside him.

Aricyn saw the Orc's dark eyes turn to him as he approached, although his head did not.

"Sir, this..." one of the guards, began, but Aricyn cut him off by speaking to the Orc.

"Greetings, stranger. I am Aricyn, called Chief here. What is your business?"

Posted by: w0nders Today, 09:13 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Apr 14 2005, 04:31 PM)

There was a loud ping, and the gargoyle crashed to the ground. There was a fine hole punctured through it's head.

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 04:32 PM)

The gargoyle that had been hit by the arm plummeted to the ground, short of one of it's own limbs. The one that had the wing thrown towards it, landed without a head.

The gargoyle's which had the leg thrown towards them left unscathed, for the most part. As did the last gargoyle.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 09:16 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 03:10 AM)

“Not too much more,” Teleran replied, feeling the spell wash over him he turned back to harrying the flying creatures. “Maybe just a bit more now. The whole carcass you say?”

Loranna casts her spell for fortifying intelligence and willpower, to give Teleran more mental strength. "Or the smaller pieces we got now. Let 'em have it dear."

She gives Tris a grin. "Nice arm."

Posted by: Teleran Today, 09:23 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Apr 14 2005, 12:16 AM)

Loranna casts her spell for fortifying intelligence and willpower, to give Teleran more mental strength. "Or the smaller pieces we got now. Let 'em have it dear."

She gives Tris a grin. "Nice arm."

Sighting the headless corpse as it plummeted towards the ground Teleran ensnared it and reversed its direction in a blink, now heading up towards the centermost gargoyle. As it passed a nearer one its wing tore away, arcing towards the gargoyle, its edge heating from hurtling through the air. The rest of the corpse was slightly off, thrown high. The arms shot off to tear into this gargoyle. The rest of the carcass flew after the last one. “Do smaller pieces of the carcass work for you?”

Posted by: w0nders Today, 09:28 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 04:53 PM)

Sighting the headless corpse as it plummeted towards the ground Teleran ensnared it and reversed its direction in a blink, now heading up towards the centermost gargoyle. As it passed a nearer one its wing tore away from the rest of it and arced towards the gargoyle, its edge heating from hurtling through the air. The rest of the corpse was slightly off, thrown high. The arms shot off to tear into this gargoyle. The rest of the carcass flew after the last one. “Do smaller pieces of the carcass work for you?”

Three gargoyles were hit, and three gargoyles crashed to the ground below. Each exploding in large clouds of smoke and debri.

A calm silence fell over the lake...

Posted by: Loranna Today, 09:31 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Apr 14 2005, 03:23 AM)

Sighting the headless corpse as it plummeted towards the ground Teleran ensnared it and reversed its direction in a blink, now heading up towards the centermost gargoyle. As it passed a nearer one its wing tore away from the rest of it and arced towards the gargoyle, its edge heating from hurtling through the air. The rest of the corpse was slightly off, thrown high. The arms shot off to tear into this gargoyle. The rest of the carcass flew after the last one. “Do smaller pieces of the carcass work for you?”

"They seem to work just fine dear," Loranna says, taking stock of the party once more.

"It seems our wizardly companion has gone to great lengths to ward away visitors," she comments as she casts restorative spells on the injured. "Makes me wonder what's waiting inside ..."

===

What lies within, we shall find out ... next thread.

LOCK ON!!!

Loranna