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:
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Newcomers, we ask you to http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737&view=findpost&p=2871855
before starting up; everyone will be happier for it. Also,
http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737 as soon as
possible; this will give you an idea of who is in the RP.
To help you get up to speed, here is
http://www.tc.umn.edu/~rhod0091/lrp/temp.html. This summary doesn't cover
everything but it sums up some of the bigger events our campaign has covered.
Note: She will probably update and edit this summary as time goes on.
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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, Chatspike server). 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, on the Chatspike server. 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.
If you do not have MIRC, you can http://www.chatspike.net/?p=javairc. Enter in
a nickname where prompted and hit Submit. You'll be asked if you want to trust
the signed applet. Hit Yes, and you'll be in the main chatspike channel. From
there, type /join #Loranna_RP
You'll enter our chat channel and we can talk to you.
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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IMPORTANT: WE HAVE
JUMPED SIX MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE; IT IS NOW MID YEAR IN THE RP (i.e., June)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/mapofmorrowind2.jpg is a map
provided by Shardie showing the current division of territory between the
forces loyal to the crown and the rebels in Morrowind.
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Summary for Loranna: Loranna is in Ald Raathim, waiting to hear from the rescue
team looking for Goranthir. She has recently made a deal to the Breton healer
Astien whereupon he will make potions for her, learned of Nalion's progress in
unraveling the mystery of his terrible vision, and heard from Maranda that hthe
Breton's former Daedric mistress doesn't seem to be done with her yet. The
repressed stress from worrying about all these factors and more seems to have
given Loranna a nightmare.[1]
Maranda has returned
to her temple room to rest...
whilst Faryon continues to plot, plot and plot some more [2]
Summary: Shaka is waiting in the former Rethan Manor atop the Odai Plateau while Reichi and Anya attempt to contact Barenziah's spy within the household, a maidservant. He has spoken aloud in contacting Loranna's Mirror, and is waiting to report about King Helseth's cousin collaborating with the enemy, as well as the few clues they have found about Goranthir thus far. [3]
Summary: Reeds is conducting daily buisness in Leaves of Letters, fretting over the dissapearance of one of his suppliers, and planning to visit Loranna later in the day. [4]
Summary
Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin, Loranna's
excise tax and import/export clerk (and secretly her Spymaster) is at her
tavern.
Where Goranthir, Prince of Firsthold, is, what he's doing, and whether
he's even alive is the question behind the quest Anya, Shaka, and Reichi are
on. They know even the normally docile wildlife in western Vvardenfell have
been acting bellicose lately, and as Goranthir has the ability to communicate
with animals, there may be some connection there ... [5]
Ald Raathim
In the Nymph and Noggin, Drunken Guar, Bloody Sandal, and other places in the
town where gossip is spread, word began about a shipwreck.
Kallen sent a maid to wake the Duchess.
"Your Grace," she said, touching Loranna's shoulder. "A ship's
run aground in the bay outside the castle. It was scuttled by the mangroves,
and is half-sunk ... There doesn't appear to be anyone on board." [6]
There was not much buisness today, and the matter of Resartus' continued absence with an eighth of his stock weghed heavily upon him. Well there wasn't much that he could do to find Resartus sitting in his shop. Closing for the day, he headed for the castle to see Loranna. [7]
[8] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 04:04 PM)
[9] Ald Raathim
In the Nymph and Noggin, Drunken Guar, Bloody Sandal, and other places in the
town where gossip is spread, word began about a shipwreck.
Kallen sent a maid to wake the Duchess.
"Your Grace," she said, touching Loranna's shoulder. "A ship's
run aground in the bay outside the castle. It was scuttled by the
mangroves, and is half-sunk ... There doesn't appear to be anyone on
board."
[11]
Loranna proves difficult to wake at first, but some firm shaking on her
shoulder from the maid rouses her. With a haunted look, she brings herself back
into focus.
" ... Tell Kallen to send some men to investigate if he hasn't
already," she says to the maid once the night terrors and grogginess pass.
"I'll be ready in five minutes."
It actually only took Loranna three and a half minutes to pull her hair back
into a loose ponytail, throw her robe and shoes on, and otherwise make herself
ready to face the day. Staff in hand, she hurries out, wondering what ship just
crashed into the mangroves.
It was not the most auspicious way to start off the day.[12]
[13] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 04:10 PM)
[14] It was not the most auspicious way to start off the day.
[16]
The ship was grounded in the sand not far from shore. Its sails were still up,
groaning in the full wind that had pushed it through the mangroves. It was a
large vessel, built for commerce and not for war.
Kallen had already ordered a couple rowboats to investigate, and they were
moored outside the ship while the guards looked in.
In a few minutes' time, they came back out, and began rowing back to shore.
Their faces were pale, eyes wide.
"No one's alive in there," the first guard to reach dry land said.
"They're all dead. Blood everywhere."[17]
[18] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 02:10 PM)
[19] It actually only took Loranna three and a half minutes to pull her hair back into a loose ponytail, throw her robe and shoes on, and otherwise make herself ready to face the day. Staff in hand, she hurries out, wondering what ship just crashed into the mangroves.
[21]
"She's not in the castle?" Reeds asked the guard, "so then where
did she go?"
Getting the information from the guard, Reeds belatedly followed Loranna down
to the Mangroves. [22]
[23] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 04:21 PM)
[24] The ship was grounded in the sand not far
from shore. Its sails were still up, groaning in the full wind that had
pushed it through the mangroves. It was a large vessel, built for
commerce and not for war.
Kallen had already ordered a couple rowboats to investigate, and they were
moored outside the ship while the guards looked in.
In a few minutes' time, they came back out, and began rowing back to
shore. Their faces were pale, eyes wide.
"No one's alive in there," the first guard to reach dry land said.
"They're all dead. Blood everywhere."
[26]
Loranna blinks. Had someone decided to emulate Falco ...?
"Butchered?" she asks quietly, feeling a pit of resigned sorrow
settle in her stomach.
" ... Tell me everything you found over there," Loranna says,
schooling herself not to keep jumping to conclusions.[27]
[28] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 12 2005, 04:29 PM)
[29] "She's not in the castle?" Reeds
asked the guard, "so then where did she go?"
Getting the information from the guard, Reeds belatedly followed Loranna down
to the Mangroves.
[31]
Kethiah also was on her way to the beach. She saw Reeds, but her attention was
drawn to the ship half-sunk in the water.
"That's Resartus's ship," she gasped.
[32]
[33] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 02:32 PM)
[34] Kethiah also was on her way to the
beach. She saw Reeds, but her attention was drawn to the ship half-sunk
in the water.
"That's Resartus's ship," she gasped.
[36]
"Resartus?" Reeds muttered. Seeing Loranna on the beach, he moved
over to her and asked, "What happened here?" [37]
[38] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 04:32 PM)
[39] Loranna blinks. Had someone decided to
emulate Falco ...?
"Butchered?" she asks quietly, feeling a pit of resigned sorrow
settle in her stomach.
" ... Tell me everything you found over there," Loranna says,
schooling herself not to keep jumping to conclusions.
[41]
"Crew torn to pieces," the guard nodded, handing Dram the ship's log.
"It looks like some merchandise may be missing. Some of the crates have
been torn open too ... Pirates I guess."
Dram looked over the log. The last entry from Resartus said that the crew had
been complaining of strange noises during the night on the way from High Rock,
leading the superstitious to fear that the ship itself was haunted ...
(OOC -- Off to lunch, be back in a bit) [42]
[43] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 12 2005, 04:34 PM)
[44] "Resartus?" Reeds muttered. Seeing Loranna on the beach, he moved over to her and asked, "What happened here?"
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 04:35 PM)
[48] "Crew torn to pieces," the guard
nodded, handing Dram the ship's log. "It looks like some merchandise may
be missing. Some of the crates have been torn open too ... Pirates I
guess."
Dram looked over the log. The last entry from Resartus said that the crew
had been complaining of strange noises during the night on the way from High
Rock, leading the superstitious to fear that the ship itself was haunted ...
(OOC -- Off to lunch, be back in a bit)
[50]
I woke from a nightmae to a nightmare; tell me I'm still dreaming, Loranna
thinks to herself, as Dram shows her the ship's log.
Gthyon's warnings come back to mind; it was easy to imagine in light of what he
said what had happened. She had assumed that the threats he warned about would
choose to come inconspicuously, by guild guide or by other means. She hadn't
expected a bloody ship left on her front doorstep ...
"Go through and determine what exactly has been taken," she orders,
"and bring over the bodies of the slain for proper burial. Send word to
our navel captains to step up patrols."
She gives Kethiah a meaningful glance as people hurry about to complete her
orders. There was a lot of work to be done ... [51]
Slashes-With-Claws was at the site of the shipwreck with a couple of his men. He talked with those around hearing the news. It reminded him of the stories of ships Falco had attacked. [52]
OOC Summary: Vaan is in Mournhold. [53]
[54] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 04:46 PM)
[55] "Go through and determine what exactly
has been taken," she orders, "and bring over the bodies of the slain
for proper burial. Send word to our navel captains to step up patrols."
She gives Kethiah a meaningful glance as people hurry about to complete her
orders. There was a lot of work to be done ...
[57]
"If there's a manifest on board, we'll know what has been taken,"
Kethiah said thoughtfully. "Resartus was a good trader, and was mostly
legitimate, but there's hardly a merchant who hasn't picked up an occasional
unknown or illegal shipment if the price was right ... If there was moonsugar
or something else in the boxes, there'd be no way of knowing for sure."
The rowboats began the grim task of bringing the bodies out of the ship.
Kethiah hitched a ride on one of them to investigate the ship herself. [58]
Summary
Reichi is at the former Hlaalu stronghold, Rethan Manor, attempting to contact
the maid who is Barenziah's spy in the area. [59]
ooc: Isidor, male
nord, is at the crash site, trying to find out what's going on.
Ingmar, Isidor's half brother, is ... more on that later.
Tsei is also at the crash site, wanting to find out what's going on. [60]
[61] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 12 2005, 05:59 PM)
[62] Summary
Reichi is at the former Hlaalu stronghold, Rethan Manor, attempting to contact
the maid who is Barenziah's spy in the area.
[64]
The inhabitants of Rethan Manor seem very nervous as Reichi tries to contact
the maid; granted, with the recent animal frenzies, they had every right to be,
but something in the air suggested to the werewolf that there was more to it
than that. People kept glancing at shadows as if to unearth hidden boogeymen.
The maid, a young Dunmer woman with a pale complexion and a face that was on
the nominal end of pretty, stares at Reichi with a mixture of suspicion and
something else, something that seems almost like longing. "Can I help you
serjo?" she asks in a typically Redoran accent.[65]
[66] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 05:55 PM)
[67] "If there's a manifest on board, we'll
know what has been taken," Kethiah said thoughtfully. "Resartus was a
good trader, and was mostly legitimate, but there's hardly a merchant who
hasn't picked up an occasional unknown or illegal shipment if the price was
right ... If there was moonsugar or something else in the boxes, there'd be no
way of knowing for sure."
The rowboats began the grim task of bringing the bodies out of the ship.
Kethiah hitched a ride on one of them to investigate the ship herself.
[69]
Loranna sighs quietly. "True; not much we can do right now though but to
try and retrace the ship's path, try to figure out what exactly happened
..."
The look in Loranna's face conveyed that she needed to talk to Kethiah alone,
and soon. She herself hitches a ride with Kethiah, her fingers flexing as they
approach the boat. "We're both getting too pregnant to be doing this sort
of thing ..."
[70]
[71] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 06:06 PM)
[72] The maid, a young Dunmer woman with a pale complexion and a face that was on the nominal end of pretty, stares at Reichi with a mixture of suspicion and something else, something that seems almost like longing. "Can I help you serjo?" she asks in a typically Redoran accent.
[74]
Reichi was put on guard by the obvious tension in the air. He had to make a
effort not to grip his blade in precaution, but that would have made things
worse. "Well, I do not know whether I am more hungry or thirsty, for I am
equal parts both," he said. "So how about me and you go get a bite, a
drink and have a chat, eh?" he added, to avoid raising suspiscions among
the other servants. [75]
[76] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 06:09 PM)
[77] Loranna sighs quietly. "True; not
much we can do right now though but to try and retrace the ship's path, try to
figure out what exactly happened ..."
The look in Loranna's face conveyed that she needed to talk to Kethiah alone,
and soon. She herself hitches a ride with Kethiah, her fingers flexing as
they approach the boat. "We're both getting too pregnant to be doing
this sort of thing ..."
[79]
Kethiah nods. "Yes, but I'd go insane if I played it safe all the
time."
The interior of the ship was a horror show, as the guards had reported.
Twenty-eight sailors bodies were recovered, all in various stages of gore. According
to the log, there were forty-one crew members originally, so some were missing,
either having escaped, gone overboard, or been part of ... whatever happened.
Kethiah examined Resartus's body. His eyes were wide-open, a milky-white. He
had been dead for over a week, clearly. His throat was torn open so deeply, he
had nearly been decapitated.
[80]
[81] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 12 2005, 06:12 PM)
[82] Reichi was put on guard by the obvious tension in the air. He had to make a effort not to grip his blade in precaution, but that would have made things worse. "Well, I do not know whether I am more hungry or thirsty, for I am equal parts both," he said. "So how about me and you go get a bite, a drink and have a chat, eh?" he added, to avoid raising suspiscions among the other servants.
[84]
The maid gives no outward show of anything being unusual as she says "Well
... the cook will rant and rave but ALMSIVI teaches us to be chariatable ...
this way, serjo ..."
She leads Reichi to a quiet room in the manor, and slips off, putting a finger
to her lips before she heads out. Moments later she reurns with saltrice bread,
hackle ho leaf, ome crabmeat, and a couple mugs of greef.
"No one else seems to be watching," she says quietly, her accent
fading a bit. "We should speak quickly though; ever since the Geht
incident everyone's been on-edge - and the Temple inquisitor the other day
didn't help things much."[85]
Reichi nodded. "What is this about a incident with a temple inquisitor?" he asked. "And has there been anything else of note happening recently besides the Geht incident?" [86]
[87] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 06:15 PM)
[88] Kethiah nods. "Yes, but I'd go insane if
I played it safe all the time."
The interior of the ship was a horror show, as the guards had reported.
Twenty-eight sailors bodies were recovered, all in various stages of
gore. According to the log, there were forty-one crew members originally,
so some were missing, either having escaped, gone overboard, or been part of
... whatever happened.
Kethiah examined Resartus's body. His eyes were wide-open, a
milky-white. He had been dead for over a week, clearly. His throat
was torn open so deeply, he had nearly been decapitated.
[90]
"We are insane already, to be who we are," Loranna mutters to
herself, very quietly. She looks over the dead bodies with a grimace.
"Some of these poor souls, we'll never be able to identify concretely
..."
She focuses her efforts in examining the wounds the dead suffered, keeping
alert for anything strange. It was hard, avoiding slipping on the gore; Loranna
wonders if the red stains will ever be fully washed out of the ship's deck.[91]
Summary:
Kratos and Ivelaes are in Molag Mar. The Grandmaster is troubled with the war
effort; building up the defenses and drilling his army double-time.
Astien Dalomax is in Ald Raathim. He has made a deal with the Duchess Loranna
on making potions for her. His equipment has been forwarded to him, now he
awaits to join the Mages Guild. [92]
[93] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 12 2005, 06:23 PM)
[94] Reichi nodded. "What is this about a incident with a temple inquisitor?" he asked. "And has there been anything else of note happening recently besides the Geht incident?"
[96]
"It was two days ago; one of the Temple's Ordinators came by the manor - a
woman, had the most intense eyes you'd ever seen,' the maid says, taking some
crabmeat for herself. "She showed up late, spent the night asking about
what we'd seen in the hills, any sign of strange individuals in the area, what
did we know about the insane animals ..."
The maid sighs quietly, her voice softening to a whisper. "She was real
quiet, you know, but she had a way of making people talk to her - even Salas,
the obnoxious ogrim that he is. Never said anything rough, never raised her
voice, never acted in a threatening way ... just you knew somehow you better
talk to her."
"We told her what we knew; we seen most of the beasts passing through here
heading north. Other than Balmora, not much up that way - a couple of old
ancestral tombs, the egg mine, that's about it unless you're heading way
notth." She ducks a little, muttering "No one knows what's goin' on;
they say there's some sort of ghost out there, whipping all the animals into a
rage." [97]
[98] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 06:23 PM)
[99] "We are insane already, to be who we
are," Loranna mutters to herself, very quietly. She looks over the
dead bodies with a grimace. "Some of these poor souls, we'll never
be able to identify concretely ..."
She focuses her efforts in examining the wounds the dead suffered, keeping
alert for anything strange. It was hard, avoiding slipping on the gore;
Loranna wonders if the red stains will ever be fully washed out of the ship's
deck.
[101]
Kethiah found the manifest and port of call log in the bridge. She studied it
for a few minutes, and then took the books below deck to look at the cargo
hold.
Water had seeped in below deck, and the boxes were half submerged. It was still
pretty clear which crates had been broken apart.
"Actually everything seems to be accounted for," Kethiah said.
"Including poor Reeds's books, which are ruined now I'd imagine ... There
was a port of call in Koegria, Wayrest, but no record of any actual cargo
picked up there. They could have been dropping things off, or it could be
contraband that wasn't recorded -- in which case, it was likely whatever was in
those crates ..."
[102]
[103] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 06:34 PM)
[104] "We told her what we knew; we seen most of the beasts passing through here heading north. Other than Balmora, not much up that way - a couple of old ancestral tombs, the egg mine, that's about it unless you're heading way notth." She ducks a little, muttering "No one knows what's goin' on; they say there's some sort of ghost out there, whipping all the animals into a rage."
[106]
Reichi frowned, though the maid couldn't see it through the helmet. "Thank
you," he said and headed out of the manor, making a 'MMmm' sound as he
exited as if he had eaten the food provided. Reichi was troubled by this news,
the beasts were heading north. And Goranthir had vanished in the north, in
Ald'Ruhn.
He sought out Shaka and Anya. [107]
Anya stood up straight
from where she was leaning on the wall. Walking next to Shaka, she said,
"Have Reichi wait here with you, I'll be back in just a little bit. I want
to chat with the locals."
With that, she turned towards the side of the rocky hills, and started heading
down towards the marsh.
It didn't take long before she heard something crashing through the growth
towards her. Seeing the nix hound, she couldn't be sure if it was half-crazed
like the other animals, or just attacking her like the had a habit of doing.
Pulling a throwing star with a paralysis enchantment, she hit the hound, cause
ing to freeze dead in it's tracks. Walking over to it, she flipped him on his
side, and promptly sat down on the hound, securing the legs.
"Now, be a good boy, and I might let you go. Why are all your brethren
screaming about new kingdoms?" [108]
Summary
Mr. Winston is training his troops at the stronghold Telasero.
Dane is at the docks of Ald Raathim, looking for whatever he can do. [109]
[110] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 12 2005, 06:44 PM)
[111] "Now, be a good boy, and I might let you go. Why are all your brethren screaming about new kingdoms?"
[113]
The Nix Hound whined, and he seemed confused, like a sleep walker:
The King has risen
... Sudanit ... He must be protected from those who seek him ... [114]
[115] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 06:35 PM)
[116] Kethiah found the
manifest and port of call log in the bridge. She studied it for a few
minutes, and then took the books below deck to look at the cargo hold.
Water had seeped in below deck, and the boxes were half submerged. It was
still pretty clear which crates had been broken apart.
"Actually everything seems to be accounted for," Kethiah said.
"Including poor Reeds's books, which are ruined now I'd imagine ... There
was a port of call in Koegria, Wayrest, but no record of any actual cargo
picked up there. They could have been dropping things off, or it could be
contraband that wasn't recorded -- in which case, it was likely whatever was in
those crates ..."
[118]
"Hmm ..." Loranna frowns thoughtfully, thinking about the wounds she
had seen, looking at the evidence before her objectively.
"All the bodies looked like they were killed in battle," she says.
"They bear wounds you'd expect wild beasts to inflict - bite and claw
marks ... I'm still trying to figure out where the missing people went, but
unless they had claws, I doubt they did any of the killing ..."
Her eyes rest on the floating remnants of the shattered boxes, scanning them
carefully. She carefully lowers herself to look at the remains of the crates,
looking for signs of what might have been inside. Something nags at her, but it
takes a few moments for her to figure out what.
"Kethiah, look at this," she says, pointing to a fragment of crate
that still had the metal straps used to hold the parcels together. She picks up
the fragment and turns it over in her hand, pointing to the twisted metal.
"Is it just me, or does this band look like it was bent outward, instead
of inward?"[119]
[120] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 06:55 PM)
[121] "Kethiah, look at this," she says, pointing to a fragment of crate that still had the metal straps used to hold the parcels together. She picks up the fragment and turns it over in her hand, pointing to the twisted metal. "Is it just me, or does this band look like it was bent outward, instead of inward?"
[123]
Kethiah looked at it, and then at Loranna, her red and violet eyes wide. It
would have been rude to suggest that Kethiah was impressed, but she was.
"So it seems," Kethiah said. "They were carrying something
living in these crates ... and it, or they, got out ..."
[124]
[125] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 04:55 PM)
[126] The Nix Hound whined,
and he seemed confused, like a sleep walker:
The
King has risen ... Sudanit ... He must be protected from those who seek him ...
[128]
Anya looked at him queerly. She wanted to ask several questions, but didn't
know how much this nix hound could take.
"Calm down, I don't want to hurt you, much as you'd like to hurt me. Who
is your King? And who is seeking him?" [129]
[130] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 06:59 PM)
[131] Kethiah looked at it,
and then at Loranna, her red and violet eyes wide. It would have been
rude to suggest that Kethiah was impressed, but she was.
"So it seems," Kethiah said. "They were carrying something
living in these crates ... and it, or they, got out ..."
[133]
"Which explains the noises Resartus mentions in the logs," Loranna
says. "But the big question is - what were they transporting? Is
there any sort of black market for viscous beasts from Wayrest here in
Morrowind? Wouldn't you need to feed the buggers on the trip - and how do you
keep that sort of thing hidden on a ship out at sea for weeks?"[134]
[135] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 04:35 PM)
[136] "Actually everything seems to be accounted for," Kethiah said. "Including poor Reeds's books, which are ruined now I'd imagine ... There was a port of call in Koegria, Wayrest, but no record of any actual cargo picked up there. They could have been dropping things off, or it could be contraband that wasn't recorded -- in which case, it was likely whatever was in those crates ..."
[138]
Poor Reeds' books were, indeed, completely ruined. He had swam out to the wreck
to find the fate of them, and was not pleased in the slightest. Half of these
were rare volumes and tomes, and the other half were common books he would need
to have in stock. Worse, he had already paid for them. "This could set me
back thousands...." he muttered as he hopelessly shuffled through his
waterlogged crates of books for anything slavageable.
"Loranna," Reeds said to her, "I want to know everything about
this... Whoever did this," he continued, "will pay." [139]
[140] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 12 2005, 07:02 PM)
[141] Anya looked at him
queerly. She wanted to ask several questions, but didn't know how much this nix
hound could take.
"Calm down, I don't want to hurt you, much as you'd like to hurt me. Who
is your King? And who is seeking him?"
[143]
The Nix Hound panted
Your King too in the
evermore, the King of all who lived once ... the Lord of uncreation ... Geth is
His unholy apostle ...[144]
[145] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 12 2005, 07:09 PM)
[146] Poor Reeds' books
were, indeed, completely ruined. He had swam out to the wreck to find the fate
of them, and was not pleased in the slightest. Half of these were rare volumes
and tomes, and the other half were common books he would need to have in stock.
Worse, he had already paid for them. "This could set me back
thousands...." he muttered as he hopelessly shuffled through his
waterlogged crates of books for anything slavageable.
"Loranna," Reeds said to her, "I want to know everything about
this... Whoever did this," he continued, "will pay."
[148]
Kethiah looked to Reeds and nodded. The loss of gold might not be as important
as the loss of life, but it was still appreciable.[149]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 07:04 PM)
[150] "Which explains the noises Resartus mentions in the logs," Loranna says. "But the big question is - what were they transporting? Is there any sort of black market for viscous beasts from Wayrest here in Morrowind? Wouldn't you need to feed the buggers on the trip - and how do you keep that sort of thing hidden on a ship out at sea for weeks?"
[152]
"They might not have known what they were transporting," Kethiah
said. "Kinda hard to tell, but it doesn't look like the boxes had any
airholes ... They might have been told they were something else, anything ...
The other big question is -- since the boat landed here sometime last night,
and no one saw it: did whatever was in these boxes get out, and get to
land?"
[153]
[154] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 12 2005, 07:09 PM)
[155] Poor Reeds' books
were, indeed, completely ruined. He had swam out to the wreck to find the fate
of them, and was not pleased in the slightest. Half of these were rare volumes
and tomes, and the other half were common books he would need to have in stock.
Worse, he had already paid for them. "This could set me back
thousands...." he muttered as he hopelessly shuffled through his
waterlogged crates of books for anything slavageable.
"Loranna," Reeds said to her, "I want to know everything about
this... Whoever did this," he continued, "will pay."
[157]
"We're still trying to figure out what happened Reeds," Loranna says,
her expression nuetral. "Trust me, I have every intention of seeing
justice done for this massacre."[158]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 07:17 PM)
[159] Kethiah looked to
Reeds and nodded. The loss of gold might not be as important as the loss
of life, but it was still appreciable.
"They might not have known what they were transporting," Kethiah
said. "Kinda hard to tell, but it doesn't look like the boxes had any
airholes ... They might have been told they were something else, anything ...
The other big question is -- since the boat landed here sometime last night,
and no one saw it: did whatever was in these boxes get out, and get to
land?"
[161]
"No airholes ... so something that doesn't need to breathe, or else had
magical ways to get around breathing," Loranna says. "Given the
wounds it inlicted on the crew, I think the prudent course is to assume
whatever it or they are, did land - and to take precautions."
The look on Loranna's face would suggest to Kethiah that the Duchess had her
suspiscions, but she was keeping them to herself for now.[162]
[163] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 05:13 PM)
[164] The Nix Hound panted
Your
King too in the evermore, the King of all who lived once ... the Lord of
uncreation ... Geth is His unholy apostle ...
[166]
Anya looked started, I hope to hell your not talking about him...
Anya stood up, and lightly kicked the hound in the rearend, "Go on, get to
your new master."
Casting Jump, she quickly made her way back up the hill to Riechi and Shaka.
"Um, we might have a problem. Would one of you relay something to Loranna
through the mirror?" [167]
Summary for Nalion
Nalion, a Breton mage, is currently staying in Ald Raathim. After a dark
vision, he has sought an answer in shrine to Nirn and was presented with a
riddle in turn. He has solved the riddle of the priestesses and is now on the
way to the shipwreck, as he had heard that Loranna is investigating personally.
/Summary
The mangrove trees parted and splashing steps could be heard as Nalion
approached the shipwreck and joined the party investigating the site. Already,
the stench of the corpses began to tickle his nose and he did not feel too
well, for various reasons..
"Loranna, Kethiah?", he said. "I have news." [168]
[169] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 12 2005, 07:24 PM)
[170] Anya looked started, I
hope to hell your not talking about him...
Anya stood up, and lightly kicked the hound in the rearend, "Go on, get to
your new master."
Casting Jump, she quickly made her way back up the hill to Riechi and Shaka.
"Um, we might have a problem. Would one of you relay something to Loranna
through the mirror?"
[172]
"I can, Anya. What's the problem?"
Shaka spoke to the air again: "I need to pass on more information to the
Duchess. . . ." Those who monitored the Mirror would hear him.[173]
[174] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 12 2005, 05:29 PM)
[175] "I can, Anya. What's the problem?"
[177]
Anya quickly explained what happened, and told him word for word what the nix
hound told her so he could tell Loranna.
"I also think we should see what's at the Sudanit Mine, next." [178]
[179] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 12 2005, 07:29 PM)
[180] Shaka spoke to the air again: "I need to pass on more information to the Duchess. . . ." Those who monitored the Mirror would hear him.
[182]
"I hear you, serjo," Kallen said from Loranna's office. "Tell me
what you can, and I'll pass the information on to Her Grace."
[183]
[184] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 07:36 PM)
[185] "I hear you, serjo," Kallen said from Loranna's office. "Tell me what you can, and I'll pass the information on to Her Grace."
[187]
Shaka repeated to Kallen what the three had learned so far; Anya's new
information on Sudanit, the animal behavior, the inquisitor, and the rest of
it.
"We were planning to walk to Balmora next, then Caldera and Ald'ruhn;
checking in with our contacts at each place. Reichi and Anya, do you think we
should still keep that itinerary before checking out Sudanit?"
Kallen was still listening as Shaka asked.[188]
"It would be ebst to gather as much information as we can on the threat before confronting it," Reichi said. "Otherwise we'd be going in blind." [189]
[190] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 12 2005, 05:44 PM)
[191] "It would be ebst to gather as much information as we can on the threat before confronting it," Reichi said. "Otherwise we'd be going in blind."
[193]
"I agree, but I really think we should be quick about it." [194]
[195] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 12 2005, 07:50 PM)
[196] "I agree, but I really think we should be quick about it."
[198]
"Agreed. Let's head for Balmora, talk to the weaponsmith, and then try
Caldera. We're burning daylight."
The three started down the trail until they found themselves on the west bank
of the Odai, and then hiked north to Balmora.[199]
[200] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 07:28 PM)
[201] Summary for Nalion
Nalion, a Breton mage, is currently staying in Ald Raathim. After a dark
vision, he has sought an answer in shrine to Nirn and was presented with a
riddle in turn. He has solved the riddle of the priestesses and is now on the
way to the shipwreck, as he had heard that Loranna is investigating personally.
/Summary
The mangrove trees parted and splashing steps could be heard as Nalion
approached the shipwreck and joined the party investigating the site. Already,
the stench of the corpses began to tickle his nose and he did not feel too
well, for various reasons..
"Loranna, Kethiah?", he said. "I have news."
[203]
Loranna looks over at Nalion, raising her eyebrows. From the expresison on her
face, she seems to be gearing up for more bad news.
"What is it, dear?" she asks Nalion.[204]
[205] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 06:56 PM)
[206] Loranna looks over at
Nalion, raising her eyebrows. From the expresison on her face, she seems
to be gearing up for more bad news.
"What is it, dear?" she asks Nalion.
[208]
"The riddle...", Nalion began. "I believe we have Sload right
off our coast. In an underwater cave out in the bay. I wonder..." His
voice trailed off as his gaze ran over the corpses. The mage was paler than
usual and he unconsciously tightened the grip on his staff.
"There's Goranthir and the pamphlet concerning him, my vision, the
Sload... it seems to lead to something... or rather, someone. Mannimarco."
Nalion wasn't sure, but still. Better prepare for the worst. [209]
[210] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 08:11 PM)
[211] "The
riddle...", Nalion began. "I believe we have Sload right off our
coast. In an underwater cave out in the bay. I wonder..." His voice
trailed off as his gaze ran over the corpses. The mage was paler than usual and
he unconsciously tightened the grip on his staff.
"There's Goranthir, my vision, the Sload... it seems to lead to
something... or rather, someone. Mannimarco." Nalion wasn't sure, but
still. Better prepare for the worst.
[213]
Kethiah looked to Loranna and Nalion. "I'm sorry, I'm missing something
... There may be a sload off of our coast, which we should deal with, but what
does it have to do with Goranthir, or ... Mannimarco?"
The name was spoken uncertainly. Even though no one said the King of Worms
comes when his name is spoken, one never knows ...[214]
[215] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 08:11 PM)
[216] "The
riddle...", Nalion began. "I believe we have Sload right off our
coast. In an underwater cave out in the bay. I wonder..." His voice
trailed off as his gaze ran over the corpses. The mage was paler than usual and
he unconsciously tightened the grip on his staff.
"There's Goranthir and the pamphlet surrounding him, my vision, the
Sload... it seems to lead to something... or rather, someone. Mannimarco."
Nalion wasn't sure, but still. Better prepare for the worst.
[218]
Loranna frowns. "First wild beasts in crates, now sload ..."
She tightens her grip on her staff, getting to her feet. "We had better
check out this underwater cave, then. And hope Shaka, Reichi, and Anya succeed
and fast ..."
" ... Is there anything else?" she asks Nalion softly.
[219]
Anya hadn't been to
Balmora in years. But it was nothing like she had remembered.
It had the feel of a patchworked town now. More patches on the buildings ond
walls were evident than she remembered, and gave it a more or less desolate
feel, to her at least. Not as many people walked it's streets, not that any
town in Vvardenfell had as many people as before.
The group made there way to the weaponsmith, to see what he had to say. [220]
[221] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 07:16 PM)
[222] Loranna frowns.
"First wild beasts in crates, now sload ..."
She tightens her grip on her staff, getting to her feet. "We had
better check out this underwater cave, then. And hope Shaka, Reichi, and
Anya succeed and fast ..."
" ... Is there anything else?" she asks Nalion softly.
[224]
"I believe there's enough bad news for us to handle as it is right now. We
have a lot of work to do.", the mage replied. "I don't know what
awaits us there, but we should stock up with water breathing potions and
perhaps prepare for a fight."
Nalion looked doubtfully at the two pregnant women.
"I know how you fight, Loranna, and I have heard of your skills, Kethiah,
but are you up for this? I do not want to risk neither your nor your childrens
lives." [225]
[226] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 12 2005, 08:18 PM)
[227] Anya hadn't been to
Balmora in years. But it was nothing like she had remembered.
It had the feel of a patchworked town now. More patches on the buildings
and on the walls were evident than she remembered, and gave it a more or less
desolate feel, to her at least. Not as many people walked it's streets, not
that any towns in Vvardenfell had as many people as before.
The group made there way to the weaponsmith, to see what he had to say.
[229]
Shaka noticed the direction of Anya's gaze. Keeping his voice low, he said:
"I wasn't there, but it must have been terrible when the vampires ruled
Balmora, until Loranna's company cleared them out a year ago. I heard the Odai
was dammed with the bodies of their victims." [230]
[231] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 08:24 PM)
[232] "I believe
there's enough bad news for us to handle as it is right now. We have a lot of
work to do.", the mage replied. "I don't know what awaits us there,
but we should stock up with water breathing potions and perhaps prepare for a
fight."
Nalion looked doubtfully at the two pregnant women.
"I know how you fight, Loranna, and I have heard of your skills, Kethiah,
but are you up for this? I do not want to risk neither your nor your childrens
lives."
[234]
Kethiah still looked confused, as her question hadn't been answered.
"Well, if we're still talking about going after the sload, it'd be good to
get some more mages ... They're not much of fighters, but they're powerful
spellcasters ..."
[235]
"Yeah, the sick bastards did that," Reichi said. "I guess they needed a good resevoir of blood or something. Vvardenfell didn't have much in the way of people after Hogithum. Or maybe they just thought it was cool." Reichi shrugged. [236]
[237] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 07:16 PM)
[238] Kethiah looked to
Loranna and Nalion. "I'm sorry, I'm missing something ... There may be a
sload off of our coast, which we should deal with, but what does it have to do
with Goranthir, or ... Mannimarco?"
The name was spoken uncertainly. Even though no one said the King of
Worms comes when his name is spoken, one never knows ...
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 07:30 PM)
[242] Kethiah still looked confused, as her question hadn't been answered. "Well, if we're still talking about going after the sload, it'd be good to get some more mages ... They're not much of fighters, but they're powerful spellcasters ..."
[244]
"A pamphlet was circulated recently, mentioning a certain deal between Queen
Morgiah of Firsthold and the King of Worms. It concerned Morgiah's firstborn
child.", Nalion, who was so absentminded to have overheard Kethiah's
question, answered, frowning worried.
"I'll investigate the cave, but help is always appreciated. Remember that
Breton Astien from yesterday, Lor? And perhaps anyone else of our group that is
currently here?" [245]
[246] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 08:16 PM)
[247] Kethiah looked to
Loranna and Nalion. "I'm sorry, I'm missing something ... There may be a
sload off of our coast, which we should deal with, but what does it have to do
with Goranthir, or ... Mannimarco?"
The name was spoken uncertainly. Even though no one said the King of
Worms comes when his name is spoken, one never knows ...
[249]
"Kethiah, do you remember the rumors that were circulating in Cyrodiil a
few months back, about Queen Morgiah and her purported deal with ... him?"
Loranna asks quietly, out of earshot of the others. "Sad to say ... it
wasn't a rumor; it really happened. Goran is marked by the God of Worms - and
it looks like something's happened to him in Vvardenfell."[250]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 08:24 PM)
[251] "I believe
there's enough bad news for us to handle as it is right now. We have a lot of
work to do.", the mage replied. "I don't know what awaits us there,
but we should stock up with water breathing potions and perhaps prepare for a
fight."
Nalion looked doubtfully at the two pregnant women.
"I know how you fight, Loranna, and I have heard of your skills, Kethiah,
but are you up for this? I do not want to risk neither your nor your childrens
lives."
[253]
"I'd prefer neither of us go into a battle situation, even if we were both
fortified with my potions," Loranna says heavily. "Having said that,
I'm still the strongest healer around, barring perhaps Zadion. We could try
asking him if he could help us investigate this situation. I've water breathing
potions designed to last for days we can use, and swit swim potions as well;
getting there won't be a problem."[254]
[255] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 08:45 PM)
[256] "I'd prefer neither of us go into a battle situation, even if we were both fortified with my potions," Loranna says heavily. "Having said that, I'm still the strongest healer around, barring perhaps Zadion. We could try asking him if he could help us investigate this situation. I've water breathing potions designed to last for days we can use, and swit swim potions as well; getting there won't be a problem."
[258]
Kethiah listened to Nalion and Loranna describing Mannimarco's connection to
Goranthir, and nodded. "Yes, I heard the rumors, but I didn't know ... You
should be able to get help from Zadion easily. The Mages Guild, now more than
ever, is concerned with the threat of necromancy, and the Sload definitely
represent that."
[259]
[260] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 12 2005, 08:56 PM)
[261] Kethiah listened to Nalion and Loranna describing Mannimarco's connection to Goranthir, and nodded. "Yes, I heard the rumors, but I didn't know ... You should be able to get help from Zadion easily. The Mages Guild, now more than ever, is concerned with the threat of necromancy, and the Sload definitely represent that."
[263]
Loranna nods, and calls for Dram, talking to him in low tones for a moment
beore turning back to Nalion and Kethiah.
"Let's go talk to Zadion and see what aid he can provide; Dram and a
couple of our very best guards will go on this mission as well."
She sends a guard to the Nymph and Noggin to look for any of her companions who
might be around and inform them that they would be welcome to help in the
current situation, and while they're boarding the boats to head back to shore,
she whispers to Kethiah "We talk later about our other potential guests; a
certain Aundre's words come to mind ..."[264]
Mages Guild, Ald
Raathim
Astien stood near a counter, mashing ingrediants with his Master's mortar and
pestle while waiting for another alchemical potion to form in it's vial. The
room that had been promised by Loranna was exactly the right size to be making
and mixing potions.
He already had a few done, mostly healing but some altering. He had made a few
water breathing potions just for fun, he wanted to brush up on his alteration
alchemy. [265]
[266] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 08:05 PM)
[267] Loranna nods, and
calls for Dram, talking to him in low tones for a moment beore turning back to
Nalion and Kethiah.
"Let's go talk to Zadion and see what aid he can provide; Dram and a
couple of our very best guards will go on this mission as well."
She sends a guard to the Nymph and Noggin to look for any of her companions who
might be around and inform them that they would be welcome to help in the
current situation, and while they're boarding the boats to head back to shore,
she whispers to Kethiah "We talk later about our other potential guests; a
certain Aundre's words come to mind ..."
[269]
Nalion followed Loranna and Kethiah and as they arrived at the town, parted
with them. A short while later, he reappeared in the garments more fit for an
adventure under water: simple pants and a shirt. nontheless, a leather bag that
seemed fit to protect the potions inside from water was slung across his back.
His dagger hung at his side and in his hand, Nalion held his trusted steel
staff, gleaming with an enchantment.[270]
forget what i said, i
shoulda known better.
I didnt know how u guys ran this place, ill find out in the chat.
Nal, sorry dude, i didnt know how to into the story [271]
After the necessary
discussions and preparations, the party gathered at the entrance of the mages
guild. As Loranna had promised, there were plenty of water breathing potions
already prepared and they were dealt out to each.
Nalion looked a bit doubtfully at Loranna, but since she was accompanied by
Dram and two very capable looking castle guards, the mage's worries faded. He
turned to the others.
"We don't know what we will face there, so be careful and watch each
other's back. Keep together if possible. Astien, I'd appreciate if you could
watch our backs together with Loranna. It's good to have two healers around.
Everyone ready? Then let's go."
Boats had already been prepared to carry the party over the water and after
some searching, they finally found the entrance to the cave in a more shallow
part of the bay. Still, the whole entrance was several feet below sea level and
was half covered by seagrass. If the party hadn't known what they were looking
for, they would never had guessed there was an entrance there.
"Looks like we're going for a little swim. Good luck everyone. Wait when
you have entered.", Nalion said as he bowed over the low railing of the
boat and gazed down at the water. He took off his shirt and put it into his
pouch, then sealed the bag tight. The mage downed a potion, then dove for the
entrance. [272]
[273] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 07:41 PM)
[274] After the necessary
discussions and preparations, the party gathered at the entrance of the mages
guild. As Loranna had promised, there were plenty of water breathing potions
already prepared and they were dealt out to each.
Nalion looked a bit doubtfully at Loranna, but since she was accompanied by
Dram and two very capable looking castle guards, his worries faded. He turned
to the others.
"We don't know what we will face there, so be careful and watch each
other's back. Keep together if possible. Astien, I'd appreciate if you could
watch our backs together with Loranna. It's good to have two healers around.
Everyone ready? Then let's go."
Boats had already been prepared to carry the party over the water and
after some searching, they finally found the entrance to the cave in a
more shallow part of the bay. Still, the whole entrance was several feet below
sea level and was half covered by seagrass. If the party hadn't known what they
were looking for, they would never had guessed there was an entrance there.
"Looks like we're going for a little swim. Good luck everyone. Wait when
you have entered.", Nalion said as he bowed over the low railing of the
boat and gazed down at the water. He took off his shirt and put it into his
pouch, then sealed the bag tight. The mage downed a potion, then dove for the
entrance.
[276]
Astien raised an eyebrow, he cast a long lasting water breathing spell on
himself and dove in. He swam up next to Nalion. [277]
[278] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 10:41 PM)
[279] After the necessary
discussions and preparations, the party gathered at the entrance of the mages
guild. As Loranna had promised, there were plenty of water breathing potions
already prepared and they were dealt out to each.
Nalion looked a bit doubtfully at Loranna, but since she was accompanied by
Dram and two very capable looking castle guards, his worries faded. He turned
to the others.
"We don't know what we will face there, so be careful and watch each other's
back. Keep together if possible. Astien, I'd appreciate if you could watch our
backs together with Loranna. It's good to have two healers around. Everyone
ready? Then let's go."
Boats had already been prepared to carry the party over the water and after
some searching, they finally found the entrance to the cave in a more shallow
part of the bay. Still, the whole entrance was several feet below sea level and
was half covered by seagrass. If the party hadn't known what they were looking
for, they would never had guessed there was an entrance there.
"Looks like we're going for a little swim. Good luck everyone. Wait when
you have entered.", Nalion said as he bowed over the low railing of the
boat and gazed down at the water. He took off his shirt and put it into his
pouch, then sealed the bag tight. The mage downed a potion, then dove for the
entrance.
[281]
Dram looks over at his Duchess, who had taken her shoes off but still kept her
robe tightly wound around her body. Dram and the other guards wore thier usual
bonemold, with Dram bearing his gleaming ebony shield. Loranna smiles ack at
her bodyguards.
"I brought a feather potion for you three," she says, handing her
guards two vials each. "Since you're bringing extra gear."
Dram simply raises an eyebrow as he gulps down the two potions, then nods to
his men and says "Stay on either side of Her Grace; I shall take
point." With that, he slides into the water, Loranna's potions lending him
grace and speed.
The other guards follow suit as Loanna lithely dives into the water, grinning
at the chance for a swim - even if it meant wearing a robe in the water.
Together they follow Nalion.[282]
[283] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 12 2005, 09:46 PM)
[284] Astien raised an eyebrow, he cast a long lasting water breathing spell on himself and dove in. He swam up next to Nalion.
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 09:49 PM)
[288] Dram looks over at his
Duchess, who had taken her shoes off but still kept her robe tightly wound
around her body. Dram and the other guards wore thier usual bonemold,
with Dram bearing his gleaming ebony shield. Loranna smiles ack at her
bodyguards.
"I brought a feather potion for you three," she says, handing her
guards two vials each. "Since you're bringing extra gear."
Dram simply raises an eyebrow as he gulps down the two potions, then nods to
his men and says "Stay on either side of Her Grace; I shall take
point." With that, he slides into the water, Loranna's potions
lending him grace and speed.
The other guards follow suit as Loanna lithely dives into the water, grinning
at the chance for a swim - even if it meant wearing a robe in the water.
Together they follow Nalion.
[290]
Breathing water always felt odd to Nalion, especially since he was used to
counting down the seconds of the effects duration to be on the safe side.
Luckily, he did not have to fear drowning when using the one's Loranna had
provided. Nalion swam down swiftly and pushed the seagrass aside. Motioning to
the others to follow him, he swam into a hole in the ground.
It grew ever darker as the party swam forward, until the light from the surface
was almost gone. Nalion gestured and a small ball of light appeared in his
hand. The glow illuminated a tunnel leading into a larger underwater cave.
However, the glowing ball illuminated teeth as well. Teeth and bones. The
slaughterfishes were bare of flesh, but, driven by the magic that bound them in
their unlife, they swam fast, flashing their sharp pointed teeth at the party.
Their hollow eye sockets looked strangely... hungry. [291]
[292] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 12 2005, 08:09 PM)
[293] Breathin water always
felt odd to Nalion, especially since he was used to counting down the seconds
of the effects duration to be on the safe side. Luckily, he did not have to
fear drowning when using the one's Loranna had provided. Nalion swam down
swiftly and pushed the seagrass aside. Motioning to the others to follow him,
he swam into a hole in the ground.
It grew ever darker as the party swam forward, until the light from the surface
was almost gone. Nalion gestured and a small ball of light appeared in his
hand. The glow illuminated a tunnel leading into a larger underwater cave.
However, the glowing ball illuminated teeth as well. Teeth and bones. The
slaughterfishes were bare of flesh, but, driven by the magic that bound them in
their unlife, they swam fast, flashing their sharp pointed teeth at the party.
Their hollow eye sockets looked strangely... hungry.
[295]
Astien immediatly cast the most powerful group reflect spell he had in his
service, launching a shock spell at the undead slaughterfishes. The reflect
spell would keep them from being hurt by the chain reaction caused by
electricity in the water.
He winced as he realized the mistake he made to late; this would no doubt not
go over well with Loranna and the others after.[296]
[297] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 12 2005, 11:13 PM)
[298] Astien immediatly cast a group reflect spell, launching a shock spell at the undead slaughterfishes. The reflect spell would keep them from being hurt by the chain reaction caused by electricity in the water.
[300]
Loranna feels a surge of magicka as lightning suddenly blazes through the water
....
Her own natural resistances, coupled with her formidable magical defenses,
protect her; Dram and the other guards are at least somewhat shielded by
Astien's reflect - and, by the way Dram's shield glows, he himself apparently
has reflect as well - so Astien finds himself the target of his own shock spell
from two sources - the third guard cries out as the reflection spell fails to
protect him.
Loranna hurrieldly casts several healing spells on her party members, gurgling
"DON'T DO THAT!!!" as loudly as one can underwater ...
Dram and the second guard stay close to Loranna, blades drawn; the feather
potions she gave them would make swinging their blades a bit easier in the
water, at least. The third guard, once healed, finds he's got two slaughterfish
on him and stabs away grimly.[301]
QUOTE
[302] He winced as he realized the mistake he made to late; this would no doubt not go over well with Loranna and the others after.[303]
[304]
Loranna debates whether to suck all of Astien's stamina out of him when they're
on dry land, to skip his stamina and go for his integral strength and agility,
to cut to the chase and eat his will like a sweetroll, or to cast Fortify
Strength on herself so she could bend him over and kick him in the face for
being such a dope ...[305]
Isidor watches with transfixed eyes as the flurry of spells are cast, his water breathing potion allowing him to keep all his senses focused on the scene. [306]
Shai froze as Astien's
spell electrified the water around her, body quaking - she felt like there was
a vice around her brain and she couldn't think or move straigh, she was caught,
she hurt - and then it was over, and she was released, and she could breathe
freely, and she exhaled deeply and sank down in the water.
Shaking her head to clear her mind, she swam with quick, muscular strokes
towards the school fish, seizing one by the head and tearing the little bones
and vertebrae off of its spine. Using this narrow stick, she then baited
another fish and ran it through the ribcages of three fish in a row, dashing
them against the rocks.
As the fish realized she was a threat and converged on her, the mages a few
feet away faced a problem: could they fire on the fish without hitting her? [307]
[308] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 12 2005, 10:13 PM)
[309] Astien immediatly cast
the most powerful group reflect spell he had in his service, launching a shock
spell at the undead slaughterfishes. The reflect spell would keep them from
being hurt by the chain reaction caused by electricity in the water.
He winced as he realized the mistake he made to late; this would no doubt not
go over well with Loranna and the others after.
[311]
Luck, is unreliable at best. Nalion didn't even think he was an especially
lucky person. So it came to be that the beneficial reflect spell was absorbed
by the abilities of his Atronarch sign, but the lightning spell raced through
all defenses, with small flashes seemingly playing around over his body. He
opened his mouth to cry out in pain, but underwater, his shout wasn't much more
than a gurgling.[312]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 10:22 PM)
[313] Loranna feels a surge
of magicka as lightning suddenly blazes through the water ....
Her own natural resistances, coupled with her formidable magical defenses,
protect her; Dram and the other guards are at least somewhat shielded by
Astien's reflect - and, by the way Dram's shield glows, he himself apparently
has reflect as well - so Astien finds himself the target of his own shock spell
from two sources - the third guard cries out as the reflection spell fails to
protect him.
Loranna hurrieldly casts several healing spells on her party members, gurgling
"DON'T DO THAT!!!" as loudly as one can underwater ...
Dram and the second guard stay close to Loranna, blades drawn; the feather
potions she gave them would make swinging their blades a bit easier in the
water, at least. The third guard, once healed, finds he's got two
slaughterfish on him and stabs away grimly.
[315]
The healing spells came just in time, and soon, Nalion's writhing from the
lightning bolt stopped and the burns were healed. Nalion managed an angry, but
weary look at Astien as he tried to put himself up for combat again.
Astien's spell was not wholly in vain though, some of the undead
slaughterfishes were hit by the spell, writhed for a long time and then slowly
sank to the ground.
The rest of the bone fishes had crossed the distance quite fast, though and
threatened to bite into living flesh. [316]
Atrius needed to sit.
Rounding the corner, he suddenly heard a muffled commotion of voices. It was a
somewhat lively tavern; the "Nymph and Noggin," as the sign said.
Nobody seemed to pay any attention to him as he entered. He was immediately
greeted by a certain mustiness, which comforted him.
He found a place at the bar, whose bartender immediately approached.
"Whaddya need, son?" he said.
"Ah, I am weary. The days wander, always. As I do."
"...Ehhh, I'll choose for you."
"No - Dwarven Ale"
"Ah ha! I say, son, a strong ale. Good choice."
He filled a pint and slid it to Atrius.
"That'll be 20 gold," he said.
"20 what?"
"20 gold,"
"Oh, I haven't got any of that."
The bartender shakes his head, chuckling. He takes the pint back and puts it
under the counter. Atrius, suddenly feeling awkward, leaves the bar and finds a
chair, looking about. [317]
Though fearsome, and
undead, slaughterfish teeth were not necessarily the best thing for biting
through bonemold, and especially not through ebony. Loranna's three guards find
that the undead fish bite into their arms and then end up getting stuck, their
teeth imbedded in the hard, worked bone.
Dram ends up simply smashing several slughterfish into pieces with his
gauntleted hands, and his two guards, after a moment, soon follow suit. They
work feverishly to keep any stray slaughterfish from reaching Loranna.
The Duchess, meanwhile, focuses her time on casting Turn Undead spells at
anyone overwhelmed by the slaughterfish; it wasn't as permament as destroying
them but it was the safest way to clear her friends from danger.[318]
Diamond called out to
Atrius from behind the bar.
"Excuse me! Excuse me, sir! You look road-weary, and at the Nymph and the
Noggin we are always happy to serve road-weary travelers. Many of these great
heroes - " she motioned at the wall " - have come from such positions
themselves. Allow me to give you a drink on the house."
She slipped some of her recent gold from portraits in with the rest of the
day's money, and handed Altruis an ale. She would scold the other bartender
later for making up drinks and taking advantage of an unsuspecting man -
Dwarven Ale... [319]
[320] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 08:49 PM)
[321] Though fearsome, and
undead, slaughterfish teeth were not necessarily the best thing for biting
through bonemold, and especially not through ebony. Loranna's three
guards find that the undead fish bite into their arms and then end up getting
stuck, their teeth imbedded in the hard, worked bone.
Dram ends up simply smashing several slughterfish into pieces with his
gauntleted hands, and his two guards, after a moment, soon follow suit.
They work feverishly to keep any stray slaughterfish from reaching Loranna.
The Duchess, meanwhile, focuses her time on casting Turn Undead spells at
anyone overwhelmed by the slaughterfish; it wasn't as permament as destroying
them but it was the safest way to clear her friends from danger.
[323]
Astien lowered his head, dropping his guard for just enough time to be swarmed
by slaughterfish, despite Loranna's spells. He cast a few absorb fatigue spells
until they couldn't clasp their jaws to him anymore; he quickly finished them
with his staff, noting the look on the other's faces, they were frustrated with
him and this made him frown.
It seemed to him that he wasn't making friends at all, not to mention that he
thought the Duchess would banish him from her city upon their return. [324]
Nalion had finally
recovered enough from the blast to think about defending himself from a pair of
slaughterfish. He managed to target the one to his right with an absorb health
spell, figuring that this would be the safest to use under water.
The mage wasn't fast enough to hit the second one, though, before sharp white
teeth bit into his bare arm. For a brief moment of pain, he envied those who
wore armour...
He stretched out his hand while trying to fend off the bone fish biting deep
into his other arm, to no avail. The teeth digged tightly into his flesh. In a
desperate motion that seemed very slow to him under water, he grabbed the tail
of the fish, then let magick build up in his hand. Purple light trailed along
the undead bones and drained it's health, restoring Nalion.
After the fish didn't move anymore, he ripped out its teeth from his arm and
covered the remaining wounds with a healing spell of his own. [325]
Dram motions to the
other guards to help Astien and the two bonemold-clad Dunmer swim over to pick
slaughterfish off of the Breton healer. A few dart past, trying to get at
Loranna's unprotected flesh, but Dram makes short work of them.
Loranna swims up to Astien and lays healing hands upon him, gurgling
"Don't. Do that. Again." as she tends to his wounds. She looks to see
who else needs help.[326]
[327] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 11:11 PM)
[328] Dram motions to the
other guards to help Astien and the two bonemold-clad Dunmer swim over to pick
slaughterfish off of the Breton healer. A few dart past, trying to get at
Loranna's unprotected flesh, but Dram makes short work of them.
Loranna swims up to Astien and lays healing hands upon him, gurgling
"Don't. Do that. Again." as she tends to his
wounds. She looks to see who else needs help.
[330]
Shai shook a last slaughterfish from her (it shattered against the rock) and
plucked bones from her already singed skin. She attempted some minor healing
spells she knew, but with her high fatigue and severe wounds, it wasn't
sufficient.
She waved Loranna over. [331]
[332] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 09:11 PM)
[333] Dram motions to the
other guards to help Astien and the two bonemold-clad Dunmer swim over to pick
slaughterfish off of the Breton healer. A few dart past, trying to get at
Loranna's unprotected flesh, but Dram makes short work of them.
Loranna swims up to Astien and lays healing hands upon him, gurgling
"Don't. Do that. Again." as she tends to his
wounds. She looks to see who else needs help.
[335]
Astien picks up his guard but keeps a sad, insecure look on his face.
"Thank you, Loranna. I apologize for my bluntness." [336]
[337] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 11:11 PM)
[338] Dram motions to the
other guards to help Astien and the two bonemold-clad Dunmer swim over to pick
slaughterfish off of the Breton healer. A few dart past, trying to get at
Loranna's unprotected flesh, but Dram makes short work of them.
Loranna swims up to Astien and lays healing hands upon him, gurgling
"Don't. Do that. Again." as she tends to his
wounds. She looks to see who else needs help.
[340]
Nalion looked at the companions, seeing Loranna taking care of them. As the
party was healed and ready to go, he swam deeper into the cavern. The cavern
opened and in the back of it, a door with a crank can be seen. The door was
made of metal this time and the crank was obviously there to open it, much like
in some dwarven ruins. The craftswork clearly was not dwemeri, though.
Nalion swam closer, then looked questioningly to the others. "Shall we
open it?", he mouthed. [341]
Shai shrugged. "We are going to do it eventually," she bubbled bluntly, and she moved to turn the crank... [342]
[343] QUOTE(Tricrux,)
[344] Diamond called out to
Atrius from behind the bar.
"Excuse me! Excuse me, sir! You look road-weary, and at the Nymph and the
Noggin we are always happy to serve road-weary travelers. Many of these great
heroes - " she motioned at the wall " - have come from such positions
themselves. Allow me to give you a drink on the house."
She slipped some of her recent gold from portraits in with the rest of the
day's money, and handed Altruis an ale. She would scold the other bartender
later for making up drinks and taking advantage of an unsuspecting man -
Dwarven Ale...[345]
[346]
Atrius started. Someone was speaking to him. First he looked in the wrong
direction, then spotted her. It was the other bartender. What was she saying?
He could barely hear her over the chatter of a particularly loud woodelf
speaking right near his ear. Atrius stood to approach her, but sat back down again
when she approached him, carrying an ale -- a Dwarven Ale, assumptively.
He looked into the frothy brew, then up to her. "I'm sorry," he said,
"I haven't got any gold." [347]
[348] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 13 2005, 12:13 AM)
[349] Shai shook a last
slaughterfish from her (it shattered against the rock) and plucked bones from
her already singed skin. She attempted some minor healing spells she knew, but
with her high fatigue and severe wounds, it wasn't sufficient.
She waved Loranna over.
QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 13 2005, 12:13 AM)
[353] Astien picks up his guard but keeps a sad, insecure look on his face. "Thank you, Loranna. I apologize for my bluntness."
[355]
"Just remember; we're the healers," Loranna advises. "You help
Shai; I'll take care of Nalion."
Astien's contriteness looked genuine, blunting a fair bit of Loranna's anger.
This wasn't the place to chew out the poor boy, however; better to just move
on, and hope the lesson learned here was taken to heart. Still, Loranna makes a
mental note to keep her eye on Astien.[356]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 12:17 AM)
[357] Nalion looked at the
companions, seeing Loranna taking care of them. As the party was healed and
ready to go, he swam deeper into the cavern. The cavern opened and in the
back of it, a door with a crank can be seen. The door was made of metal this
time and the crank was obviously there to open it, much like in some dwarven
ruins. The craftswork clearly was not dwemeri, though.
Nalion swam closer, then looked questioningly to the others. "Shall we
open it?", he mouthed.
[359]
Dram floats up to Nalion, tilting his head. "We've come here to ask why
this sload is squatting on Her Grace's lands; in the absence of a door knocker
..."[360]
[361] QUOTE(Coge balas @ Dec 12 2005, 11:21 PM)
[362] Atrius started.
Someone was speaking to him. First he looked in the wrong direction, then
spotted her. It was the other bartender. What was she saying? He could barely
hear her over the chatter of a particularly loud woodelf speaking right near
his ear. Atrius stood to approach her, but sat back down again when she
approached him, carrying an ale -- a Dwarven Ale, assumptively.
He looked into the frothy brew, then up to her. "I'm sorry," he said,
"I haven't got any gold."
[364]
"Don't worry about it," said Diamond gently. "Feel free to stop
by if you need anything, I know some nice people around town."
She returned to her bar post. [365]
Balmora
While Reichi went to look for the weaponsmith, Shaka took Anya aside. They
walked to the roof of what was rumored to have once been a Camonna Tong tavern
for privacy.
"You've been kind of quiet, sweetheart," said Shaka. "Holding up
all right?"
They looked east across the Odai River to the more commercial areas of Balmora,
though every third shop or so seemed to be abandoned. The Odai River, shallow
in this place, seemed to be running clear again, more than a year after the
vampire infestation. [366]
[367] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 12 2005, 11:21 PM)
[368] "Just remember;
we're the healers," Loranna advises. "You help Shai; I'll take
care of Nalion."
Astien's contriteness looked genuine, blunting a fair bit of Loranna's
anger. This wasn't the place to chew out the poor boy, however; better to
just move on, and hope the lesson learned here was taken to heart. Still,
Loranna makes a mental note to keep her eye on Astien.
Dram floats up to Nalion, tilting his head. "We've come here to ask
why this sload is squatting on Her Grace's lands; in the absence of a door
knocker ..."
[370]
Nalion nodded, then prepared a spell for good measure in case anything came
through that door, whether in flesh or in bone - or both.[371]
QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 12 2005, 11:20 PM)
[372] Shai shrugged. "We are going to do it eventually," she bubbled bluntly, and she moved to turn the crank...
[374]
As Shai turned the crank, the door opened slowly, revealing another chamber
made of solid smooth stone. There was a surge as water rushed into the new chamber,
quickly filling it to the top. The smaller chamber was sealed off with another
door at the rear end, and two more cranks were fastened on opposite sides of
the walls.
In the chamber, there was just enough space for all of them to fit in. [375]
[376] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 12 2005, 10:25 PM)
[377] Balmora
While Reichi went to look for the weaponsmith, Shaka took Anya aside.
They walked to the roof of what was rumored to have once been a Camonna Tong
tavern for privacy.
"You've been kind of quiet, sweetheart," said Shaka.
"Holding up all right?"
[379]
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Well, it's the animals, I guess. I wouldn't doubt
he'd use them to stay hidden, if he was found out. But I've heard how Goran
talks to them, and this isn't like him. I've never heard animals scream like
they are, not even in the worst of them." Anya explained. [380]
[381] QUOTE(Tricrux)
[382] "Don't worry
about it," said Diamond gently. "Feel free to stop by if you need
anything, I know some nice people around town."
She returned to her bar post.[383]
[384]
Atrius furrowed his brow. "Hm, oh, thank you," he said, staring into
the froth for some time more, before deciding to take a small gulp. His face
clenched with bitterness as he tried to swallow. He managed to, and he held the
same expression for a small while longer. What flavor! He took another gulp,
deciding he liked it. Three more large gulps and the pint was empty. He
furrowed his brow again, examining the empty glass. Something overtook him
suddenly, a great sense of relaxation, and he sat back in his chair
comfortably. He glanced accross at the bartender woman for a moment, grateful.
And just then, to his relief, that noisy woodelf got up and left. He left his
drink, too -- nearly three quarters of it. It was quite a bit lighter than the
Dwarven Ale. The barmaid began to walk towards the table to pick up the beer,
but Atrius took it, gulped it down, a small bit more satisfied. Puzzled, the
barmaid turned around. [385]
[386] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 13 2005, 12:32 AM)
[387] "Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Well, it's the animals, I guess. I wouldn't doubt he'd use them to stay hidden, if he was found out. But I've heard how Goran talks to them, and this isn't like him. I've never heard animals scream like they are, not even in the worst of them." Anya explained.
[389]
They sat down with their backs to the parapet wall, and Shaka held Anya's hand
for the moment, in the absence of Redoran eyes.
"Yeah, the mystery has only gotten greater," he admitted. "I
don't want to think that Goranthir is dead; he's always had a pure soul,
somehow."
Shaka was silent for a while. He had always heard that the worst of fates was
to outlive one's children. Goranthir and he hadn't been that close; but this
was like hearing that a cousin's child was gone, or a nephew.
"I wonder if he could be alive, but the slave of Mannimarco; possessed in
effect. It's better than thinking that he's dead but so dead in spirit that
he's lost to us. I just don't have enough facts yet."
Shaka changed the subject. "Did you hear me talking to Reichi last night?
He really is a lone wolf, I guess. But it shows me the Dunmer are still a
closed book to me, however much I respect their ancient culture and
beliefs."
"To think he's lived more than a century but never settled down
anywhere." Shaka looked at Anya fondly. "He's a good mer to have by
your side in a scrap, but I found I couldn't live that way forever."[390]
[391] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 12 2005, 10:42 PM)
[392] Shaka changed the
subject. "Did you hear me talking to Reichi last night? He
really is a lone wolf, I guess. But it shows me the Dunmer are still a
closed book to me, however much I respect their ancient culture and beliefs."
"To think he's lived more than a century but never settled down
anywhere." Shaka looked at Anya fondly. "He's a good mer
to have by your side in a scrap, but I found I couldn't live that way
forever."
[394]
"I wasn't really paying attention to you or Reichi last night."
Anya sat down, while waiting for Reichi to eventually be able to talk to the
weaponsmith, "Being alone.. isn't that bad. No one to hurt you, I guess.
But I'd say Reichi is far from a lone wolf, no pun intended. He does, after
all, stick close to Loranna and Ald Raathim." [395]
[396] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 13 2005, 12:25 AM)
[397] Balmora
While Reichi went to look for the weaponsmith, Shaka took Anya aside.
They walked to the roof of what was rumored to have once been a Camonna Tong
tavern for privacy.
[399]
Reichi wandered through Balmora, Lets see weaponsmith? Was it the one at the
Razor hole? Or Meldor's? No...its was the fighter's guild... Reichi thought
to himself. Reichi stepped into the Fighter's guild, using the lower entrance.
The former weaponsmith, Wayn had always stood on the ground floor, but this
wouldn't be Wayn, Wayn had been a Redguard, and most liekly had died in the
blue dawn. Too bad, Wayn had always given him low prices. Even if he did try to
goad Reichi into learning some armouring so he could repair his own armor and
weapons. He already began thinking on how he was going to word the code this
time, maybe he might not have to.
"Hey," Reichi said as he walked up to the weaponsmith.
[400]
[401] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 13 2005, 12:52 AM)
[402] "I wasn't really
paying attention to you or Reichi last night."
Anya sat down, while waiting for Reichi to eventually be able to talk to the
weaponsmith, "Being alone.. isn't that bad. No one to hurt you, I guess.
But I'd say Reichi is far from a lone wolf, no pun intended. He does, after
all, stick close to Loranna and Ald Raathim."
[404]
"Yes, he serves out of personal loyalty to her. As I do. . . . "
"I'm sorry that the non-Bosmers have treated you so badly in your life,
Anya. Being alone doesn't have to be the best choice. But enough of that."
Shaka rose. "We'd better see what Reichi has found out from the
smith." Shaka's hand brushed Anya's face before they walked down the
stairs and back into the public eye.[405]
[406] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 12 2005, 10:00 PM)
[407] "Hey," Reichi said as he walked up to the weaponsmith.
[409]
As Reichi had guessed, Wayn was no longer the weaponsmith at the Balmora
Fighters Guild. In his stead was a rough-hewn fellow, burly for a Dunmer, named
Lleran. He was polishing a silver short sword so it shone like the sun in the
darkness of the Guildhouse.
"Good day to you, sera," he said. "What can I do for you?"[410]
[411] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Dec 13 2005, 01:12 PM)
[412] As Reichi had guessed,
Wayn was no longer the weaponsmith at the Balmora Fighters Guild. In his
stead was a rough-hewn fellow, burly for a Dunmer, named Lleran. He was
polishing a silver short sword so it shone like the sun in the darkness of the
Guildhouse.
"Good day to you, sera," he said. "What can I do for you?"
[414]
Anya and Shaka stepped out of the Balmora sunlight into the ground floor of the
Fighters Guild, their eyes adjusting.
So we guessed right about the weaponsmith's location, thought Shaka. He would
keep silent for now, until their contact could talk freely to Reichi.[415]
[416] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 12:32 AM)
[417] As Shai turned the
crank, the door opened slowly, revealing another chamber made of solid smooth
stone. There was a surge as water rushed into the new chamber, quickly filling
it to the top. The smaller chamber was sealed off with another door at the rear
end, and two more cranks were fastened on opposite sides of the walls.
In the chamber, there was just enough space for all of them to fit in.
[419]
Zadion touched the walls, his long golden fingers emanating a soft red glow.
"This is very old, Dwemer in design," the Magister said. "The
Sload is like a hermit crab, moving into a home long abandoned."[420]
[421] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Dec 13 2005, 01:12 PM)
[422] As Reichi had guessed,
Wayn was no longer the weaponsmith at the Balmora Fighters Guild. In his
stead was a rough-hewn fellow, burly for a Dunmer, named Lleran. He was
polishing a silver short sword so it shone like the sun in the darkness of the
Guildhouse.
"Good day to you, sera," he said. "What can I do for you?"
[424]
"Sera," He said, addressing the man. "I do not know whether I am
more hungry or thirsty, for I am equal parts both, do you think you could show
me to a place where I may procure food and drink?" he asked. "Hunting
has become too dangerous in light of recent events, afterall." [425]
[426] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 06:29 PM)
[427] "Sera," He said, addressing the man. "I do not know whether I am more hungry or thirsty, for I am equal parts both, do you think you could show me to a place where I may procure food and drink?" he asked. "Hunting has become too dangerous in light of recent events, afterall."
[429]
Lleran said aloud. "You just need the right weapon to hunt with ..."
and closed the heavy door to the upstairs.
"You just missed some people who came to the Guild last night, asking
about someone who met Agent G's description," he said. "Odd folk
..."
[430]
"What kind of Folk were they?" Reichi asked. "The contact in the former Rethan Manor mentioned a Temple Inquisitor dropping in for a visit. Or were they not temple-folk?" [431]
Back above the water.
From the entrance to the town it was only visable at first.
Soon it was getting more visable to the plain view.
As it came tword the town, It was easy to see what it was.
A young Imperial...probably a teenager still, was riding on the back of an even
younger guar.
It had a grey hue to it's skin.
Dyl rode to the mages guild, he needed some scrolls, he wasnt the least bit a
magic user, and decided to get a start with it.
He tied his guar to the stable outside the building.
As he entered the dim guild the sound of a small explosion came from the
alchemy room. Someone musta mixed something they werent suppossed to.
as he continued walking in, he noticed the quiet atmosphere was pretty peaceful
after a long trip from the coast.
Mages in robes walked down the stairs, gave him an odd look as they went on
there way.
Now he renembered why he didnt like magic... it's users.
He had a stigma with mages, always figured them as stuck up.
His quik judgement was really the reason he couldnt see past the robes and the
books.
He walked over to the shelves stocked with potions.
"Hmmmm..... I wonder how buzzed I could get off this stuff?" [432]
[433] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 13 2005, 04:30 PM)
[434] Zadion touched the
walls, his long golden fingers emanating a soft red glow.
"This is very old, Dwemer in design," the Magister said. "The
Sload is like a hermit crab, moving into a home long abandoned."
[436]
"A Dwemer site ... here under Ald Raathim's waters all this time?"
Loranna asks, looking intrigued. "To think it's been here and we never
knew about it ..."
Her guards remain close to her, scanning the area ahead. "I wonder how
long this Sload has been here," Dram says quietly. "And when it found
this place."
"Me too," Loranna mutters, "though I'm more worried about what
he's doing here right now ..."[437]
[438] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 06:21 PM)
[439] "A Dwemer site
... here under Ald Raathim's waters all this time?" Loranna asks, looking
intrigued. "To think it's been here and we never knew about it
..."
Her guards remain close to her, scanning the area ahead. "I wonder
how long this Sload has been here," Dram says quietly. "And
when it found this place."
"Me too," Loranna mutters, "though I'm more worried about what
he's doing here right now ..."
[441]
Nalion swam up to Zadrion and looked at the door as well.
"This crank seems to open the inner door, it's the closest one to
it.", he said as he pointed to the first crank. "I wonder if the
other then closes the outer door. A sluice."
"The Dwemer surely built in the strangest places, I wonder why. I heard
though, that Dwemer ruins are often frequented by those who do not wish to be
disturbed in whatever things they were doing. Vampires, Necromancers, Sixth
House cultists - and now Sload." [442]
Dynate picked up a
small orange bottle.
A alchemist mage laughed at his selection.
"You know what that is?"
Dynate thought to himself, what? just because im not wearing a dress dosent
mean I dont know potions?
"Yeah accually, it clams nerves, slows down thought process, increases
concentration, and also works as a sleep aid."
The alchemist smiled
"Very good, so is concentrating an issue for you lately?"
Dyn grunted in discust.
"NO, i just decided to waste my money on an expencive sleep remedy! Now if
u dont mind, im looking for one of the benefits this island of nowhere has,
which is I can buy whatever potion i want, and not get any lip for it. Now can
u please show me a potion that can help me with my ability to cast
alteration."
The alchemist was an old orc woman, she frowned at Dynates mean tone, pulled
down a small red bottle from the top of the shelf, and placed it on the table.
"130 Drakes."
Dyn laughed
"WHAT! I came here because the last place was trying to rip me off with
80."
The old orc face became even more scrunched up.
"They must of been on the same potion your chugging off, because it cant
go lower than 100!"
Dynate saw his oppourtunity
"Fine than, 100!"
She stared at him hard "ohhhh.....FINE!" [443]
[444] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 06:49 PM)
[445] "What kind of Folk were they?" Reichi asked. "The contact in the former Rethan Manor mentioned a Temple Inquisitor dropping in for a visit. Or were they not temple-folk?"
[447]
"There were two of 'em," the weaponsmith replied. "Common
clothes, common cloaks. Good-looking fellows, polite ... But something about
them gave me a chill. They just felt ... unnatural." [448]
[449] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 07:28 PM)
[450] Nalion swam up to
Zadrion and looked at the door as well.
"This crank seems to open the inner door, it's the closest one to
it.", he said as he pointed to the first crank. "I wonder if the
other then closes the outer door. A sluice."
"The Dwemer surely built in the strangest places, I wonder why. I heard
though, that Dwemer ruins are often frequented by those who do not wish to be
disturbed in whatever things they were doing. Vampires, Necromancers, Sixth
House cultists - and now Sload."
[452]
"Hmm," Zadion said, touching the second crank. "Could be, but if
I were a Sload, I keep my cave pretty wet. They're slow moving on dryland, but
their fatness isn't such a hinderance in water ..."
[453]
[454] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 13 2005, 08:18 PM)
[455] "There were two of 'em," the weaponsmith replied. "Common clothes, common cloaks. Good-looking fellows, polite ... But something about them gave me a chill. They just felt ... unnatural."
[457]
Reichi made a 'Hmm' noise. "Think they might have been Vampires or
necromancers or something of the sort? If they came in the daylight that rules
out Vampires, though."[458]
[459] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 08:22 PM)
[460] Reichi made a 'Hmm' noise. "Think they might have been Vampires or necromancers or something of the sort? If they came in the daylight that rules out Vampires, though."
[462]
"They came at nightfall," Lleran said, grimacing at the thought.
"But I don't think they could have been vampires. The Quarra, Berne, and
Aundae all look monstrous, and like I said, these fellows were quite handsome
... if unnerving ..."
[463]
[464] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 13 2005, 08:21 PM)
[465] "Hmm," Zadion said, touching the second crank. "Could be, but if I were a Sload, I keep my cave pretty wet. They're slow moving on dryland, but their fatness isn't such a hinderance in water ..."
[467]
Dram steps forward. "Magister, it's safer to allow me to take the
point," he says. "Best if everyone stood back, in case of a trap or
another greeting like the last."
He lets Zadion move his hand back before stepping forward to turn the crank.
One of the other guards closes the outer crank before moving back to help guard
Loranna, while the Duchess casts protective spells on everyone just to be safe.[468]
[469] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 13 2005, 08:31 PM)
[470] "They came at nightfall," Lleran said, grimacing at the thought. "But I don't think they could have been vampires. The Quarra, Berne, and Aundae all look monstrous, and like I said, these fellows were quite handsome ... if unnerving ..."
[472]
Reichi wondered if they may have been western vampires, but what such vampires
would want in Morrowind, esspecially Vvardenfell was beyound him. Vvardenfell
was a veritable graveyard, except for Indoril and Redoran, the lands in
alliance with Helseth would be less lethal, but still dangerous, Dres and
Dunmer in general weren't accepting of vampires in the least. Maybe these men
were servants of Mannimarco or something of the sort.
Reichi nodded. "Very well then, the information will prove useful if we
run into them and they prove hostile," he said. [473]
[474] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 07:31 PM)
[475] Dram steps
forward. "Magister, it's safer to allow me to take the point,"
he says. "Best if everyone stood back, in case of a trap or another
greeting like the last."
He lets Zadion move his hand back before stepping forward to turn the
crank. One of the other guards closes the outer crank before moving back
to help guard Loranna, while the Duchess casts protective spells on everyone
just to be safe.
[477]
The second door openend slowly and the water that had filled the chamber flowed
out intoa room of Dwemeri design, as those adventurers who had visited these
kinds of ruins would immediately recognize. Tere was only one significant
difference to other Dwemeri rooms. In this chamber, water seemed to trickle
down the walls, keeping the metal floor slippery. The drops of water fell down
in irregular patterns, filling the room with noise. The air was moist and damp
and long veils of green and red lichen hung from the walls and ceiling. There
was no being in sight, whether undead or alive.
At its back, the dwemeri chamber narrowed to a metal-floored aisle about three
men abreast in width. In intervals, the strange glowing dwemer lamps were
illuminating the way deeper into the complex and giving the impression that the
party was gazing into a open construct's mouth, threatening to swallow them.
Nalion turned towards the group and motioned them to be as silent as possible.
Hopefully, their entrance had been unnoticed.
"Prepare what spells or weapons you need, and again, be careful.", he
whispered, focusing Astien for a moment.
With a wave of his hand, the mage let the blue ball of light that he had
conjured up earlier vanish, to avoid alerting whatever was down there. He
tightened his grip on his staff, then motioned Dram and the two guards to take
point. [478]
[479] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 08:46 PM)
[480] The second door
openend slowly and the water that had filled the chamber flowed out intoa room
of Dwemeri design, as those adventurers who had visited these kinds of ruins
would immediately recognize. Tere was only one significant difference to other
Dwemeri rooms. In this chamber, water seemed to trickle down the walls, keeping
the metal floor slippery. The drops of water fell down in irregular patterns,
filling the room with noise. The air was moist and damp and long veils of green
and red lichen hung from the walls and ceiling. There was no being in
sight, whether undead or alive.
At its back, the dwemeri chamber narrowed to a metal-floored aisle about three
men abreast in width. In intervals, the strange glowing dwemer lamps were
illuminating the way deeper into the complex and giving the impression that the
party was gazing into a open construct's mouth, threatening to swallow them.
Nalion turned towards the group and motioned them to be as silent as possible.
Hopefully, their entrance had been unnoticed.
"Prepare what spells or weapons you need, and again, be careful.", he
whispered, focusing Astien for a moment.
With a wave of his hand, the mage let the blue ball of light that he had
conjured up earlier vanish, to avoid alerting whatever was down there. He
tightened his grip on his staff, then motioned Dram and the two guards to take
point.
[482]
Loranna fortifies her guards and casts Night-Eye for the party (since Dwemer
lamps tend to leave little corners unlit that can harbor nasty things), as Dram
raises his shimmering shield up defensively. With everyone protected and the
guards beefed up, the guards begin to advance.
Loranna pauses for a brief second as she stares down the corridor, murmuring
softly " ... Least this time it doesn't have teeth ..." with a
shiver.[483]
Isidor cast woad, and then with his axe held tightly in his hands, he moved foward behind the group, watching every movenment. [484]
[485] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 08:45 PM)
[486] Reichi wondered if
they may have been western vampires, but what such vampires would want in
Morrowind, esspecially Vvardenfell was beyound him. Vvardenfell was a veritable
graveyard, except for Indoril and Redoran, the lands in alliance with Helseth
would be less lethal, but still dangerous, Dres and Dunmer in general weren't
accepting of vampires in the least. Maybe these men were servants of Mannimarco
or something of the sort.
Reichi nodded. "Very well then, the information will prove useful if we
run into them and they prove hostile," he said.
[488]
"I hope so," Lleran said. "I met Agent G a couple times, and he
seemed like a good kid. Hope you guys are able to find him."[489]
[490] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 08:45 PM)
[491] Reichi wondered if
they may have been western vampires, but what such vampires would want in
Morrowind, esspecially Vvardenfell was beyound him. Vvardenfell was a veritable
graveyard, except for Indoril and Redoran, the lands in alliance with Helseth
would be less lethal, but still dangerous, Dres and Dunmer in general weren't
accepting of vampires in the least. Maybe these men were servants of Mannimarco
or something of the sort.
Reichi nodded. "Very well then, the information will prove useful if we
run into them and they prove hostile," he said.
[493]
Shaka waited elsewhere in the Guild, pretending to be along for the purpose of
carrying purchases by Anya or Reichi. When Reichi filled in Anya and Shaka as
to the mysterious visitors, Shaka thought for a moment.
"Maybe it's as you say, Reichi; vampires. That or some kind of Temple
inquisitors. I even wonder if they could be daedra worshippers. Could
Mannimarco command the loyalties of the living, not just the undead?"
"I'm speculating too much, as usual. Maybe we'd better talk to Barenziah's
contact in Caldera next . . . ."[494]
[495] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 07:52 PM)
[496] Loranna fortifies her
guards and casts Night-Eye for the party (since Dwemer lamps tend to leave
little corners unlit that can harbor nasty things), as Dram raises his
shimmering shield up defensively. With everyone protected and the guards
beefed up, the guards begin to advance.
Loranna pauses for a brief second as she stares down the corridor, murmuring
softly " ... Least this time it doesn't have teeth ..." with a
shiver.
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 13 2005, 08:00 PM)
[500] Isidor cast woad, and then with his axe held tightly in his hands, he moved foward behind the group, watching every movenment.
[502]
The water from the first chamber was trickling swiftly down the tunnel and over
a flight of stairs. As the party proceeded over the slippery floor and steps
further down into the Dwemeri ruin, they could feel the air becoming more humid
and warmer. There was another thing though they could recognize, though. There
was a new smell that was slowly replacing the damp salty odour of the upper
chamber. It smelled of death, rotten wet flesh, sickeningly sweet. The warm
damp air only inreased this effect.
The source of the smell could be seen as the party turned around a corner: it
was a preparation room for corpses, bones were arranged on tables, some cleaned
of flesh, some still unprepared by the necromancers. Dried blood decorated
bowls which contents better were kept uninvestigated. Knives and other tools
hung on the walls.
The party's view was quickly drawn away from the horrible sight, as a group of
humanoid skeletons with drawn weapons and bonewalkers closed in. The sound of
their boney feet on the wet metal floor could make even bravest adventurers
shudder.
[503]
[504] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 13 2005, 09:12 PM)
[505] Shaka waited elsewhere
in the Guild, pretending to be along for the purpose of carrying purchases by
Anya or Reichi. When Reichi filled in Anya and Shaka as to the mysterious
visitors, Shaka thought for a moment.
"Maybe it's as you say, Reichi; vampires. That or some kind of
Temple inquisitors. I even wonder if they could be daedra
worshippers. Could Mannimarco command the loyalties of the living, not
just the undead?"
"I'm speculating too much, as usual. Maybe we'd better talk to
Barenziah's contact in Caldera next . . . ."
[507]
"It isn't hard to believe," Reichi said. "There afterall, are
mortal necromancers, a figure like Mannimarco would be excellent bvanner to
rally under for those who wish more than to simply practice Necromancy in the
manner the Mages' Guild studies other forms of magick." Reichi shrugged.
"Yeah, lets hurry to Caldera, those guys are ahead of us, and they're
looking for the same guy, but we got information as our sole advantage."[508]
[509] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 09:16 PM)
[510] The party's view was quickly drawn away from the horrible sight, as a group of humanoid skeletons with drawn weapons and bonewalkers closed in. The sound of their boney feet on the wet metal floor could make even bravest adventurers shudder.
[512]
The Magister's eyes had narrowed at the sight of the Necromancers' lair. Like
all officers of the Mages Guild, he found Necromancy to be an affront, an
abomination to be crushed.
At the sight of the shambling undead, Zadion whispered a charm and fire leapt
from his fingertips, unfurling in the air like a whip of flame, wrapping around
two of the skeletons where it exploded, incinerating them.[513]
[514] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 09:16 PM)
[515] The water from the
first chamber was trickling swiftly down the tunnel and over a flight of
stairs. As the party proceeded over the slippery floor and steps further down
into the Dwemeri ruin, they could feel the air becoming more humid and warmer.
There was another thing though they could recognize, though. There was a new
smell that was slowly replacing the damp salty odour of the upper chamber. It
smelled of death, rotten wet flesh, sickeningly sweet. The warm damp air only
inreased this effect.
The source of the smell could be seen as the party turned around a corner: it
was a preparation room for corpses, bones were arranged on tables, some cleaned
of flesh, some still unprepared by the necromancers. Dried blood decorated
bowls which contents better were kept uninvestigated. Knives and other tools
hung on the walls.
The party's view was quickly drawn away from the horrible sight, as a group of
humanoid skeletons with drawn weapons and bonewalkers closed in. The sound of
their boney feet on the wet metal floor could make even bravest adventurers
shudder.
[517]
Loranna looks disgusted as the stench and the sight of the corpses come into
light; she hisses the words to her next spell, casting Absorb Strength on the
skeletons and bonewalkers with a grimace. She was never happy to use absorb
magic on undead things, with only one notable exception.
Dram steps forward to block the monsters from advancing on the weaker party
members, his two guards taking up a position by his side. Ebony and adamantium
blades lash out to rend dead flesh and smash through reanimated bone.[518]
[519] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 08:16 PM)
[520] The source of the
smell could be seen as the party turned around a corner: it was a preparation
room for corpses, bones were arranged on tables, some cleaned of flesh, some
still unprepared by the necromancers. Dried blood decorated bowls which
contents better were kept uninvestigated. Knives and other tools hung on the
walls.
The party's view was quickly drawn away from the horrible sight, as a group of
humanoid skeletons with drawn weapons and bonewalkers closed in. The sound of
their boney feet on the wet metal floor could make even bravest adventurers
shudder.
[522]
Isidor swore, silently. You knew there were going to be zombies. You just knew
it. He walked foward and swung his axe wildly at the nearest bonewalkers'
midsection. [523]
[524] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 09:19 PM)
[525] "It isn't hard to
believe," Reichi said. "There afterall, are mortal necromancers, a
figure like Mannimarco would be excellent bvanner to rally under for those who
wish more than to simply practice Necromancy in the manner the Mages' Guild
studies other forms of magick." Reichi shrugged.
"Yeah, lets hurry to Caldera, those guys are ahead of us, and they're
looking for the same guy, but we got information as our sole advantage."
[527]
The three struck out north to Caldera and arrived in late afternoon. They had
been given two possible contacts in the formerly-Imperial town: a clothier and
a knight.
Caldera had dug out from Red Mountain's ash and rebuilt in a more Dunmer style
than before. Shaka had rented a floor from the orc knight Ghorak in previous
years, but that knight had left town after Red Mountain had gone up. The
battlemage wondered at the identity of the current knight. [528]
Nalion felt sick, in
many times more sick than he felt facing this lich in the Vaults of Gemin. His
stomach revolted, and he could barely control it. As a bonewalker, one of the
greater kind, fired one of its feared damage strength spells, Nalion managed to
conjure up a small fire spell, making the magic bolt explode effectlessly in
mid air.
Quickly, another fireball sprang up at the mages command and as it hit, melted
the flesh away, revealing white bone until the bone itself bent under the heat
and impact of the magic projectile. The bonewalker collapsed.[529]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 08:23 PM)
[530] Loranna looks
disgusted as the stench and the sight of the corpses come into light; she
hisses the words to her next spell, casting Absorb Strength on the skeletons
and bonewalkers with a grimace. She was never happy to use absorb magic
on undead things, with only one notable exception.
Dram steps forward to block the monsters from advancing on the weaker party
members, his two guards taking up a position by his side. Ebony and
adamantium blades lash out to rend dead flesh and smash through reanimated
bone.
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 13 2005, 08:24 PM)
[534] Isidor swore, silently. You knew there were going to be zombies. You just knew it. He walked foward and swung his axe wildly at the nearest bonewalkers' midsection.
[536]
The skeletons' blades matched those of their enemies, but after the exchange of
a few blows, the imagination and training of the living succeeded over the
mindless, but powerful hacking of the dead and so, bone by bone, the undead
fell to the sharp edges of the guards' and Isidors weapons.
However, another two skeletons, weapons held high, rushed at Isidor. Meanwhile,
another greater Bonewalker cast a damage strength spell in the direction of one
of Drams guards before charging in with the help of another skeleton.
Zadion was attacked by a bonewalker as well, who stretched out his boney arms
to grab him while crossing the distance between them faster than one would
imagine for an animated pack of bones and rotten flesh. [537]
[538] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 09:40 PM)
[539] Zadion was attacked by a bonewalker as well, who stretched out his boney arms to grab him while crossing the distance between them faster than one would imagine for an animated pack of bones and rotten flesh.
[541]
A wave of frigid wind billowed up around Zadion as the young Altmer took a step
back, and unleashed it on the Bonewalker, freezing the undead creature.[542]
[543] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 09:40 PM)
[544] Nalion felt sick, in
many times more sick than he felt facing this lich in the Vaults of Gemin. His
stomach revolted, and he could barely control it. As a bonewalker, one of the
greater kind, fired one of its feared damage strength spells, Nalion managed to
conjure up a small fire spell, making the magic bolt explode effectlessly in
mid air.
Quickly, another fireball sprang up at the mages command and as it hit, melted
the flesh away, revealing white bone until the bone itself bent under the heat
and impact of the magic projectile. The bonewalker collapsed.
The skeletons' blades matched those of their enemies, but after the exchange of
a few blows, the imagination and training of the living succeeded over the
mindless, but powerful hacking of the dead and so, bone by bone, the undead
fell to the sharp edges of the guards' and Isidors weapons.
However, another two skeletons, weapons held high, rushed at Isidor. Meanwhile,
another greater Bonewalker cast a damage strength spell in the direction of one
of Drams guards before charging in with the help of another skeleton.
Zadion was attacked by a bonewalker as well, who stretched out his boney arms
to grab him while crossing the distance between them faster than one would
imagine for an animated pack of bones and rotten flesh.
[546]
The guards do their best to hold the line, Dram's shield glowing as it reflects
spells back on the greater bonewalkers. The guard hit by the damage strength
spell feels his muscles flag as he is beset by two undead ...
A Restore Strength spell heals the guard as he ties to block the skeleton and
bonewalker, nd Dram's ebony blade slashes at the foes beseting his man. The
third guard turns to help Zadion, leaping to strike at the now frigid monster. [547]
[548] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 08:40 PM)
[549] The bonewalker
collapsed.
The skeletons' blades matched those of their enemies, but after the exchange of
a few blows, the imagination and training of the living succeeded over the
mindless, but powerful hacking of the dead and so, bone by bone, the undead
fell to the sharp edges of the guards' and Isidors weapons.
However, another two skeletons, weapons held high, rushed at Isidor. Meanwhile,
another greater Bonewalker cast a damage strength spell in the direction of one
of Drams guards before charging in with the help of another skeleton.
[551]
Isidor swung his axe, hitting one skeleton in the rib cage, shattering it. The
other skeleton was thrown to the floor with a swing to the head from his axe. [552]
[553] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 06:40 PM)
[554] Nalion felt sick, in
many times more sick than he felt facing this lich in the Vaults of Gemin. His
stomach revolted, and he could barely control it. As a bonewalker, one of the
greater kind, fired one of its feared damage strength spells, Nalion managed to
conjure up a small fire spell, making the magic bolt explode effectlessly in
mid air.
Quickly, another fireball sprang up at the mages command and as it hit, melted
the flesh away, revealing white bone until the bone itself bent under the heat
and impact of the magic projectile. The bonewalker collapsed.
The skeletons' blades matched those of their enemies, but after the exchange of
a few blows, the imagination and training of the living succeeded over the
mindless, but powerful hacking of the dead and so, bone by bone, the undead
fell to the sharp edges of the guards' and Isidors weapons.
However, another two skeletons, weapons held high, rushed at Isidor. Meanwhile,
another greater Bonewalker cast a damage strength spell in the direction of one
of Drams guards before charging in with the help of another skeleton.
Zadion was attacked by a bonewalker as well, who stretched out his boney arms
to grab him while crossing the distance between them faster than one would
imagine for an animated pack of bones and rotten flesh.
[556]
Astien hurled a silence spell at one of the greater bonewalkers that had been
preparing to launch a spell at one of his comrades.
He turned his attention back to fortifying and healing as the group remained
under attack, throwing a few destructive spells whenever he could. [557]
[558] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 09:50 PM)
[559] The third guard turns to help Zadion, leaping to strike at the now frigid monster.
[561]
The Bonewalker shattered like glass at the guard's blow.
"Many thanks," Zadion smiled. [562]
[563] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 13 2005, 09:34 PM)
[564] The three struck out
north to Caldera and arrived in late afternoon. They had been given two
possible contacts in the formerly-Imperial town: a clothier and a knight.
Caldera had dug out from Red Mountain's ash and rebuilt in a more Dunmer style
than before. Shaka had rented a floor from the orc knight Ghorak in
previous years, but that knight had left town after Red Mountain had gone
up. The battlemage wondered at the identity of the current knight.
[566]
"So, clotheir or knight first?" Reichi asked uncertainly, more to
Anya than anyone else. Dunmer weren't noted for asking their slaves for advice.
It kind of defeated the purpose of them being a slave. [567]
[568] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 08:02 PM)
[569] "So, clotheir or knight first?" Reichi asked uncertainly, more to Anya than anyone else. Dunmer weren't noted for asking their slaves for advice. It kind of defeated the purpose of them being a slave.
[571]
"Well," Anya said softly, "People tend to talk openly around and
to shopkeepers, though the knight might have some inside information. Let's
talk to the clothier, then we can hit up the knight if we need more." [572]
[573] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 13 2005, 10:13 PM)
[574] "Well," Anya said softly, "People tend to talk openly around and to shopkeepers, though the knight might have some inside information. Let's talk to the clothier, then we can hit up the knight if we need more."
[576]
As they made their way towards the clothier's, a shadow seemed to fall on
Caldera, as if a cloud were passing over the afternoon sun.
Then someone screamed.
The woman was looking towards the west, where eight bull netches, their flesh
bright red with hostile intent, their tentacles waving below them, were gliding
out of the woods towards the town.
Immediately, the few citizens who were in the streets fled for shelter.
[577]
Nalion had disposed of
another skeleton, having trouble fending off a couple of blows with his staff,
then finally managing to gain the second it took him to cast a fireball at its
head, making it explode. The headless skeleton staggered for a couple of
moments, then it collapsed as the dark magicka holding its bones in place
vanished.
Exhausted, and becoming aware again of the stench of the corpses, Nalion held
his belly, desperately trying not to vomit. The recent vision, the tension he
had felt during the last days and now the stench seemed to affect him more than
he himself had guessed.
Only slowly, the mage seemed to gather himself again. [578]
Shai shook off some
bonewalkers, cast some minor healing spells, and rejoined the group...
...with a pie in each hand. [579]
[580] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 10:21 PM)
[581] Nalion had disposed of
another skeleton, having trouble fending off a couple of blows with his staff,
then finally managing to gain the second it took him to cast a fireball at its
head, making it explode. The headless skeleton staggered for a couple of
moments, then it collapsed as the dark magicka holding its bones in place
vanished.
Exhausted, and becoming aware again of the stench of the corpses, Nalion held
his belly, desperately trying not to vomit. The recent vision, the tension he
had felt during the last days and now the stench seemed to affect him more than
he himself had guessed.
Only slowly, the mage seemed to gather himself again.
[583]
Loranna gently lays a hand on Nalion's shoulder, her fingers glowing with blue
light. The healing spell helps Nalion stomach the stench more easily.
"I fear it only gets worse from here," she mutters, giving Nalion a
small smile. "We've survived worse though."
Nalion may note, however, that Loranna seems to be avoiding breathing through
her nose.[584]
Reichi stared at the
netches, he had never seen netches so riled before, not even breeding netches.
Reichi pulled out his shortblade, grimacing. He didn't have much a chance of
hitting the things with such a short weapon.
"Should have brought some leaping spell or something..." Reichi
grumbled to himself. [585]
[586] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 10:33 PM)
[587] Reichi stared at the
netches, he had never seen netches so riled before, not even breeding netches.
Reichi pulled out his shortblade, grimacing. He didn't have much a chance of
hitting the things with such a short weapon.
"Should have brought some leaping spell or something..." Reichi
grumbled to himself.
[589]
Shaka put a hand on the Dunmer's shoulder, saying urgently under his breath:
"I could use spells, but it will blow our cover. We should run for it, to
the nearest shop or house."
[590]
[591] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 13 2005, 10:35 PM)
[592] Shaka put a hand on the Dunmer's shoulder, saying urgently under his breath: "I could use spells, but it will blow our cover. We should run for it, to the nearest shop or house."
[594]
The nearest shop was in fact the clothier's. And the door was locked.[595]
[596] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 13 2005, 08:36 PM)
[597] The nearest shop was in fact the clothier's. And the door was locked.
[599]
"Let me get this." Anya said, quickly brushing by Reichi and Shaka.
She didn't know if the clothier would have the standard simple locks most
shopkeepers had, or if he or she had a more complex one installed for fear of
being a contact. Thankfully, it opened after a few quick clicks in her
practiced hands, and she pushed the door open. [600]
Reichi made a rude hand gesture at the Netches before slipping inside the store. [601]
[602] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 07:21 PM)
[603] Nalion had disposed of
another skeleton, having trouble fending off a couple of blows with his staff,
then finally managing to gain the second it took him to cast a fireball at its
head, making it explode. The headless skeleton staggered for a couple of
moments, then it collapsed as the dark magicka holding its bones in place
vanished.
Exhausted, and becoming aware again of the stench of the corpses, Nalion held
his belly, desperately trying not to vomit. The recent vision, the tension he
had felt during the last days and now the stench seemed to affect him more than
he himself had guessed.
Only slowly, the mage seemed to gather himself again.
[605]
Astien continued his healing spells, making sure that no one tired by casting a
few restore fatigue spells. His spells weren't quite as powerful as Loranna's
but pretty powerful none the less.
A red glow engulfed his right hand as he let a damage speed spell fly into a
group of lesser bonewalkers, making them very vulnerable to the weapons of the
fighters. [606]
[607] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 13 2005, 10:41 PM)
[608] "Let me get
this." Anya said, quickly brushing by Reichi and Shaka.
She didn't know if the clothier would have the standard simple locks most
shopkeepers had, or if he or she had a more complex one installed for fear of
being a contact. Thankfully, it opened after a few quick clicks in her
practiced hands, and she pushed the door open.
[610]
The little room was filled with rats of all sizes, scampering over the counter,
through the clothes, chewing holes in the bolts of fabric. Beneath the writhing
carpet was what remained of the clothier, Barenziah's spy.
The rats turned their hungry little eyes towards the three visitors.
Outside, meanwhile, the netches had entered the outskirts of the town and were
moving steadily eastward, overturning everything in their path that wasn't rock
solid.
[611]
[612] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 09:32 PM)
[613] Loranna gently lays a
hand on Nalion's shoulder, her fingers glowing with blue light. The
healing spell helps Nalion stomach the stench more easily.
"I fear it only gets worse from here," she mutters, giving Nalion a
small smile. "We've survived worse though."
Nalion may note, however, that Loranna seems to be avoiding breathing through
her nose.
[615]
The mage nodded, the thing he wanted to do most now was to breathe fresh summer
air.
"Thank you. Let's do what we came here for, and get out of here.", he
said, straightening himself.
"Everyone ready?"
The corpse preparation chamber had another closed door, which, upon opening,
led into another aisle lit by Dwemer lights. As in the aisle before, the floor
was wet and slippery and the air was damp. After some yards, another door made
of the strange Dwemeri metal barred the way.
Nalion carefully opened it.
There was a chamber furnitured with a Dwemeri desk and cupboard, filled with
alchemical devices, potions, ingredients, hearts of various species in sealed
glasses. in the back of the room was a large glass container filled with water,
and three disgusting looking larvaes.
In the middle of the room stood, or sat, a slug-like, ugly being clad in a
blood red robe. The skin on two sides of the Sload, for there was no doubt what
that being was, was stretched out like arms, wrapping itself around an
alchemical apparatus.
Very slowly, the Sload turned on his 'foot', the movement only a bit eased by
the slippery floor. Then it just stared at the party. [616]
[617] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 13 2005, 10:44 PM)
[618] The little room was
filled with rats of all sizes, scampering over the counter, through the
clothes, chewing holes in the bolts of fabric. Beneath the writhing
carpet was what remained of the clothier, Barenziah's spy.
The rats turned their hungry little eyes towards the three visitors.
Outside, meanwhile, the netches had entered the outskirts of the town and were
moving steadily eastward, overturning everything in their path that wasn't rock
solid.
[620]
"You have got to be kidding," said Shaka. Hammer and anvil . . . .
Since they were away from the Redorans' view, they could cut loose on the rats,
anyway. Shaka cast a freezing spell to begin; no point in bringing the house
down on their heads by starting a fire.[621]
[622] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 07:53 PM)
[623] The mage nodded, the
thing he wanted to do most now was to breathe fresh summer air.
"Thank you. Let's do what we came here for, and get out of here.", he
said, straightening himself.
"Everyone ready?"
The corpse preparation chamber had another closed door, which, upon opening,
led into another aisle lit by Dwemer lights. As in the aisle before, the floor
was wet and slippery and the air was damp. After some yards, another door made
of the strange Dwemeri metal barred the way.
Nalion carefully opened it.
There was a chamber furnitured with a Dwemeri desk and cupboard, filled with
alchemical devices, potions, ingredients, hearts of various species in sealed
glasses. in the back of the room was a large glass container filled with water,
and three disgusting looking larvaes.
In the middle of the room stood, or sat, a slug-like, ugly being clad in a
blood red robe. The skin on two sides of the Sload, for there was no doubt what
that being was, was stretched out like arms, wrapping itself around an
alchemical apparatus.
Very slowly, the Sload turned on his 'foot', the movement only a bit eased by
the slippery floor. Then it just stared at the party.
[625]
There was a disgusted look on Astien's face that told everyone what he thought
of the creature. He waited for the others to work the diplomacy before he would
do anything. [626]
[627] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 13 2005, 10:44 PM)
[628] The little room was
filled with rats of all sizes, scampering over the counter, through the
clothes, chewing holes in the bolts of fabric. Beneath the writhing
carpet was what remained of the clothier, Barenziah's spy.
The rats turned their hungry little eyes towards the three visitors.
Outside, meanwhile, the netches had entered the outskirts of the town and were
moving steadily eastward, overturning everything in their path that wasn't rock
solid.
[630]
Reichi growled under his breath,"Little S'wits." He turned his
already drawn blade on the closest rats, cleaving one large in half. Reichi
continued hacking into the rats as they swarmed towards the three intruders,
and their fresh living flesh. [631]
[632] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 10:53 PM)
[633] The mage nodded, the
thing he wanted to do most now was to breathe fresh summer air.
"Thank you. Let's do what we came here for, and get out of here.", he
said, straightening himself.
"Everyone ready?"
The corpse preparation chamber had another closed door, which, upon opening,
led into another aisle lit by Dwemer lights. As in the aisle before, the floor
was wet and slippery and the air was damp. After some yards, another door made
of the strange Dwemeri metal barred the way.
Nalion carefully opened it.
There was a chamber furnitured with a Dwemeri desk and cupboard, filled with
alchemical devices, potions, ingredients, hearts of various species in sealed
glasses. in the back of the room was a large glass container filled with water,
and three disgusting looking larvaes.
In the middle of the room stood, or sat, a slug-like, ugly being clad in a
blood red robe. The skin on two sides of the Sload, for there was no doubt what
that being was, was stretched out like arms, wrapping itself around an
alchemical apparatus.
Very slowly, the Sload turned on his 'foot', the movement only a bit eased by
the slippery floor. Then it just stared at the party.
[635]
With a whispered "Give me your power ..." Loranna casts her best
Absorb Magicka at the Sload, bracing herself for the sudden influx of magical
energy.
"I am Dres Loranna Pyrel, Duchess of Ald Raathim, whose waters this Dwemer
site lies within. And necromancy is not allowed on my domain," she says,
as Dram and the guards ready themselves for action if need be.
[636]
[637] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 10:04 PM)
[638] With a whispered
"Give me your power ..." Loranna casts her best Absorb Magicka at the
Sload, bracing herself for the sudden influx of magical energy.
"I am Dres Loranna Pyrel, Duchess of Ald Raathim, whose waters this Dwemer
site lies within. And necromancy is not allowed on my domain," she
says, as Dram and the guards ready themselves for action if need be.
[640]
"Good move!", Nalion whispered, looking at the ugly slug in front of
him. "Zadrion, as a mage guild member, must be equally disgusted at
this archetype of a necromancer as I am.", the Breton thought.
The sload did not move as the spell hit him and drained all his magicka from
him.
He did not speak, for quite a while...
But then... it began to speak. Slowly, very slowly.
"There is a lot that is forbidden or not allowed. But there are those
powerful enough who dare." [641]
[642] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 09:04 PM)
[643] Reichi growled under his breath,"Little S'wits." He turned his already drawn blade on the closest rats, cleaving one large in half. Reichi continued hacking into the rats as they swarmed towards the three intruders, and their fresh living flesh.
[645]
Anya busied herself stabbing and slashing rats with her dagger.
She turned to Reichi, "So, ah, the knight then?"
Between the three, the rats quickly fell, and they were soon left with a house
full dead rats and one half eaten clothier. [646]
[647] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 10:15 PM)
[648] The sload did not move
as the spell hit him and drained all his magicka from him.
He did not speak, for quite a while...
But then... it began to speak. Slowly, very slowly.
"There is a lot that is forbidden or not allowed. But there are those
powerful enough who dare."
[650]
"Well, can you dare to raise the dead somewhere else? There are enough
dead on Vvardenfell to keep you happy for a long time. Why did you choose Ald
Raathim, anyway?" Isidor asked, a level expression on his face. [651]
[652] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 13 2005, 11:17 PM)
[653] Anya busied herself
stabbing and slashing rats with her dagger.
She turned to Reichi, "So, ah, the knight then?"
Between the three, the rats quickly fell, and they were soon left with a house
full dead rats and one half eaten clothier.
[655]
"Best wait until the Netch have passed," Reichi replied. "We
made enough of a commotion killing all these rats." Reichi kicked one rat
that was about as large as a house cat. [656]
[657] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 11:15 PM)
[658] "Good
move!", Nalion whispered, looking at the ugly slug in front of him.
[]"Zadrion, as a mage guild member, must be equally disgusted at this
archetype of a necromancer as I am."[/i], the Breton thought.
The sload did not move as the spell hit him and drained all his magicka from
him.
He did not speak, for quite a while...
But then... it began to speak. Slowly, very slowly.
"There is a lot that is forbidden or not allowed. But there are those
powerful enough who dare."
[660]
"And when they're caught at it there's hell to pay," Loranna says
with a level expression. [661]
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 13 2005, 11:19 PM)
[662] "Well, can you dare to raise the dead somewhere else? There are enough dead on Vvardenfell to keep you happy for a long time. Why did you choose Ald Raathim, anyway?" Isidor asked, a level expression on his face.
[664]
"The locals on Vvardenfell would tear him apart if he tried, Isidor,"
Loranna mutters, as her guards give Isidor stony looks.
She looks back at the Sload. "I would like to know though just what drove
you to come here of all places. And what you would know about a certain dark
aura that's been hanging over our city," she asks, her expression lacking
her usual warmth, giving her tearstreaked features a decidedly severe look.
[665]
Atrius was well into
his fifth pint of ale, having grabbed several more that were left behind. A
Dark Elf stared at him and began to laugh; a low, dark cackle. Atrius froze.
Why did he laugh? Atrius's mood rapidly began to change. He sat and fumed, not
daring to drink anymore. The dark elf stopped laughing. Atrius scowled.
Just then, it seemed, that elf's laugh consummated every feeling he suddenly
began to have of this world; this awful, lonely world -- he despised it. The
woodelf cackled, the barmaid cackled, the bartender cackled. The entire tavern
suddenly began to cackle. Look at how poor he was! Poor and dirty and ugly!
Atrius turned and looked straight at the Dark Elf, who began to laugh again.
"Shut up!" he yelled, hurling his half-filled pint directly at him.
It missed by several feet but exploded against the wall near the elf's head,
leaving a splatter of glass and brew. Quickly turning serious, the Dark Elf
rose, unsheathed a short sword, and struck it down onto the wooden table,
wedging it in. This threat didn't seemed to bother Atrius.
He scowled some more, then looked down. He decided to get up and approach the
dark elf, who pulled his sword out of the table. The tavern grew silent. Atrius
placed his hand on the hilt of his weapon, leaving it sheathed. The Dark Elf
began to laugh again.
"N'wah," he said, before striking the hilt of his shortsword across
Atrius's skull. With little effort, he collapsed backwards, out cold. [666]
[667] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 13 2005, 11:26 PM)
[668] "Best wait until the Netch have passed," Reichi replied. "We made enough of a commotion killing all these rats." Reichi kicked one rat that was about as large as a house cat.
[670]
Shaka knelt over the body of the clothier. "Damn. The poor woman . . .
." He straightened and looked out the window at the chaos. Most of the
townspeople had gotten indoors in time, but it was an open question how much
the Redoran guards could do. Caldera might have to wait until the netches had
continued on, like waiting out a storm.
"I don't think we'll find anything written down in her shop. I guess
Anya's right, all we can do is try the knight next, once the netches are
gone."[671]
[672] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 13 2005, 10:19 PM)
[673] "Well, can you dare to raise the dead somewhere else? There are enough dead on Vvardenfell to keep you happy for a long time. Why did you choose Ald Raathim, anyway?" Isidor asked, a level expression on his face.
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 10:28 PM)
[677] "And when they're
caught at it there's hell to pay," Loranna says with a level
expression.
"The locals on Vvardenfell would tear him apart if he tried, Isidor,"
Loranna mutters, as her guards give Isidor stony looks.
She looks back at the Sload. "I would like to know though just what
drove you to come here of all places. And what you would know about a
certain dark aura that's been hanging over our city," she asks, her
expression lacking her usual warmth, giving her tearstreaked features a
decidedly severe look.
[679]
There was a long silence again as the Sload considered the situation.
"There was no daring. This one is here for some time now. The harvest
provided excellent working material."
Another long pause as the dead looking eyes of the slug mustered Loranna.
"And what do you offer in return?" [680]
[681] QUOTE(Coge balas @ Dec 13 2005, 11:29 PM)
[682] Atrius was well into
his fifth pint of ale, having grabbed several more that were left behind. A
Dark Elf stared at him and began to laugh; a low, dark cackle. Atrius froze.
Why did he laugh? Atrius's mood rapidly began to change. He sat and fumed, not
daring to drink anymore. The dark elf stopped laughing. Atrius scowled.
Just then, it seemed, that elf's laugh consummated every feeling he suddenly
began to have of this world; this awful, lonely world -- he despised it. The
woodelf cackled, the barmaid cackled, the bartender cackled. The entire tavern
suddenly began to cackle. Look at how poor he was! Poor and dirty and
ugly! Atrius turned and looked straight at the Dark Elf, who began to
laugh again.
"Shut up!" he yelled, hurling his half-filled pint directly at him.
It missed by several feet but exploded against the wall near the elf's head,
leaving a splatter of glass and brew. Quickly turning serious, the Dark Elf
rose, unsheathed a short sword, and struck it down onto the wooden table,
wedging it in. This threat didn't seemed to bother Atrius.
He scowled some more, then looked down. He decided to get up and approach the
dark elf, who pulled his sword out of the table. The tavern grew silent. Atrius
placed his hand on the hilt of his weapon, leaving it sheathed. The Dark Elf
began to laugh again.
"N'wah," he said, before striking the hilt of his shortsword across
Atrius's skull. With little effort, he collapsed backwards, out cold.
[684]
At this point, the guards in the Nymph and Noggin come to break up the fight,
as it has escalated beyond a simple bar brawl. Atrius and the Dark Elf are
taken to the local lockup to sleep off their drunkeness so that they do not go
around pulling swords on people and hurting themselves or others.
Since Atrius is knocked out, the guards send for the local healer to tend to
his head bump - and thus it is that Atrius finds himself being ministered to by
Egalius Soccitus, and the first words Atrius hears upon waking are "Now
really, the idea for blocking swords is you're supposed to do it with something
other than your head, you know that kid, right?"[685]
[686] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 11:38 PM)
[687] There was a long
silence again as the Sload considered the situation.
"There was no daring. This one is here for some time now. The harvest
provided excellent working material."
Another long pause as the dead looking eyes of the slug mustered Loranna.
"And what do you offer in return?"
[689]
"Simple banishment instead of imprisonment or worse," Loranna says
succinctly. "Cooperate and we'll let you leave Ald Raathim
peacefully."[690]
"You're bluffing,
Reichi. You've got nothing."
The netches were still drifting through the city, though showing signs of
finally continuing east. The three had locked and shuttered the shop, and were
sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing cards.
Shaka put the clothier on her bed and put a blanket on her, out of respect.
When they left, they would try to cover their tracks as best they could. [691]
[692] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 10:54 PM)
[693] "Simple banishment instead of imprisonment or worse," Loranna says succinctly. "Cooperate and we'll let you leave Ald Raathim peacefully."
[695]
There was a significant silence in the room, which seemed to the party like an
age. Then, the Sload begang to speak again in his painfully slow voice.
"This one wants to take all his scriptures and potions with him, before he
considers leaving this place and submitting you this valuable information. No
one will follow or chase this one when he leaves." [696]
[697] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 14 2005, 12:02 AM)
[698] There was a
significant silence in the room, which seemed to the party like an age. Then,
the Sload begang to speak again in his painfully slow voice.
"This one wants to take all his scriptures and potions with him, before he
considers leaving this place and submitting you this valuable information. No
one will follow or chase this one when he leaves."
[700]
Loranna frowns. "Conceded; you can take your books and potions with you,
and there will be no attempt to track you down by my people. So long as you
never return, you leave us alone, we leave you alone."
Slyvos would be appaled at her for making this deal, she knew, but the
alternative was to try and beat the information out of the Sload - something
Loranna doubted would work even if it were justifiable.
"The dark aura - what do you know of it?" she asks again. [701]
[702] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 11:13 PM)
[703] Loranna frowns.
"Conceded; you can take your books and potions with you, and there will be
no attempt to track you down by my people. So long as you never return,
you leave us alone, we leave you alone."
Slyvos would [censored] at her for making this deal, she knew, but the
alternative was to try and beat the information out of the Sload - something
Loranna doubted would work even if it were justifiable.
"The dark aura - what do you know of it?" she asks again.
[705]
The silence in the room could almost be sliced into pieces and eaten, until the
slug-like Sload answered. His outer skin still touched the alchemical
apparatus, then the Sload began to laugh.
"Very well, Loranna of Ald Raathim. The dark aura. Look in Scourg Barrow,
in the Dragontail Mointains. The wise will know the name's significance. This
one will leave here, a discovered hideout is a hideout which has no value to
this one."
Upon the mention of the name of the barrow, Nalion gasped.
"So it's him...", he muttered. [706]
[707] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 14 2005, 12:23 AM)
[708] The silence in the
room could almost be sliced into pieces and eaten, until the slug-like Sload
answered. His outer skin still touched the alchemical apparatus, then the Sload
began to laugh.
"Very well, Loranna of Ald Raathim. The dark aura. Look in Scourg Barrow,
in the Dragontail Mointains. The wise will know the name's significance. This
one will leave here, a discovered hideout is a hideout which has no value to
this one."
Upon the mention of the name of the barrow, Nalion gasped.
"So it's him...", he muttered.
[710]
Loranna glances over at Nalion; she herself did not immediately recognize the
name of Scourg Barrow, but given what she knew of the problems her friends
faced, she could guess who Nalion refered to.
Wishing for a second she could reach out to speak to people mind to mind again,
she raises her eyebrows at Nalion questioningly, hoping he'd be able to read
her unvoiced query.[711]
[712] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 11:27 PM)
[713] Loranna glances over
at Nalion; she herself did not immediately recognize the name of Scourg Barrow,
but given what she knew of the problems her friends faced, she could guess who
Nalion refered to.
Wishing for a second she could reach out to speak to people mind to mind again,
she raises her eyebrows at Nalion questioningly, hoping he'd be able to read
her unvoiced query.
[715]
Nalion nodded.
"We know now what we came for. I do not think we can get more out of ...
it.", he whispered.
Reacting surprisingly fast to Nalion' whispers, the Sload laughed again.
Seemingly unimpressed by the heroes, the Sload began wrapping up the most
important belongings, his integument wrapping itself around the objects to put
them into pouches which vanished under his robe.
Then the Sload turned again to face the party. he still was holding the strange
apparatus in his... skin. [716]
[717] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 14 2005, 12:35 AM)
[718] Nalion nodded.
"We know now what we came for. I do not think we can get more out of ...
it.", he whispered.
Reacting surprisingly fast to Nalion' whispers, the Sload laughed again.
Seemingly unimpressed by the heroes, the Sload began wrapping up the most
important belongings, his integument wrapping itself around the objects to put
them into pouches which vanished under his robe.
Then the Sload turned again to face the party. he still was holding the strange
apparatus in his... skin.
[720]
Loranna pulls out a Recall scroll and telekenetically hands it over to the
Sload.
"Thank you; good bye," she says.[721]
[722] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 11:36 PM)
[723] Loranna pulls out a
Recall scroll and telekenetically hands it over to the Sload.
"Thank you; good bye," she says.
[725]
The slug took the scroll, lloked at it and laughed again.
Then, it vanished in a flash of light. [726]
[727] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 14 2005, 12:37 AM)
[728] The slug took the
scroll, lloked at it and laughed again.
Then, it vanished in a flash of light.
[730]
"Sloads - slow to do anything but laugh," Loranna comments dryly.
"One would almost think them a jovial and cheery race ..."
She sighs. "We go over this place and make sure it holds no unwanted
surprises. There's going to be people coming down to investigate these ruins
later; I don't want to leave this place in a mess for them."
Her tone was assured, in control, but her eyes looked worried.[731]
When the netches were
gone, the three left through the shop's back door.
The former Governor's castle had survived Red Mountain the best of all
buildings in Caldera; Shaka suggested they look for the knight there.
The broad stone steps to the entrance were fewer than Shaka remembered. The
rebuilt Caldera stood atop the ash and debris of the old town.
Shaka found himself praying for the clothier as they walked, wherever her
spirit had gone; ancestor ghost protecting her people, or to another realm, or
to whatever fate awaited mortals. [732]
[733] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 11:40 PM)
[734] "Sloads - slow to
do anything but laugh," Loranna comments dryly. "One would
almost think them a jovial and cheery race ..."
She sighs. "We go over this place and make sure it holds no unwanted
surprises. There's going to be people coming down to investigate these
ruins later; I don't want to leave this place in a mess for them."
Her tone was assured, in control, but her eyes looked worried.
[736]
"Before you investigate, I think this should be done.", Nalion said grimly
and pointed at the basin in the back of the Sload's chamber.
A ball of flames shot out of his hand and made the glass splinter, spilling the
content, three larvaes, on the floor. Three subsequent smaller fireballs
incinerated the creatures.
"Juveniles.", the brown-haired mage muttered. "We, at least, are
done here. But this does not mean there is no further work to do elsewhere.
Scourg Barrow was the residence of the King of Worms during the events in the
Iliac Bay some years ago." [737]
[738] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 14 2005, 12:47 AM)
[739] "Before you
investigate, I think this should be done.", Nalion said grimly and pointed
at the basin in the back of the Sload's chamber.
A ball of flames shot out of his hand and made the glass splinter, spilling the
content, three larvaes, on the floor. Three subsequent smaller fireballs
incinerated the creatures.
"Juveniles.", the brown-haired mage muttered. "We, at least, are
done here. But this does not mean there is no further work to do elsewhere.
Scourg Barrow was the residence of the King of Worms during the events in the
Iliac Bay some years ago."
[741]
Loranna has a look of shock on her face when Nalion burns the immature Sload.
" ... No attachment to thier young, I take it ..." she says quietly,
staring at Nalion. Her teeth clench behind her thinly-drawn lips.
"So it is the God of Worms," Loranna says. "Which means it's
connected to Goranthir. It may already be too late ... Nine forbid that
..."
Nalion just killed babies ... Loranna thinks to herself, shuffling
uneasily as she turns away from the smouldering corpses. "Let's wrap this
up; there's much to do, as Nalion says."[742]
[743] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 13 2005, 11:53 PM)
[744] Loranna has a look of
shock on her face when Nalion burns the immature Sload.
" ... No attachment to thier young, I take it ..." she says quietly,
staring at Nalion. Her teeth clench behind her thinly-drawn lips.
"So it is the God of Worms," Loranna says. "Which means
it's connected to Goranthir. It may already be too late ... Nine forbid
that ..."
Nalion just killed babies ... Loranna thinks to herself, shuffling
uneasily as she turns away from the smouldering corpses. "Let's wrap
this up; there's much to do, as Nalion says."
[746]
"Don't think I enjoyed it, Loranna.", the mage said, tension in his
voice. "What would you have done with them? Let them starve here? Develop
into Necromancers over years? It had to be done."
There seemed to be a barrier around Nalion, either shutting himself off from
comments, or shutting himself off from his own feelings.
"I'll go. I need fresh air. Now." [747]
Dyl slumped into the
Bloody Sandal.
He looked at the stage where musicians or singers had performed before.
He thought about going up there to make a little money...nah, these people are
too polite for northern humor.
He turned to the Bartender.
"matze."
The tender dropped a piece of black anther in the bottum of a tall glass, and
poured in the purplish beer.
He hadent seen Dyn before in here,
"So what brings you to our neck of the woods?"
He handed Dynate the cup.
"Oh just getting out of here almost as quik as I came. My boat was
suppossed to leave yesterday, but I know the captain though, that guy cant ever
go by a schedule."
The bartender gave him a strange look
"Son, there arent any boats docked here today..."
Dyn smiled and took a drink.
"He must be drunk off his rocker this time around.
Dont worry he'll get here soon enough. Thats the captian for ya."
The bartender rinsed out a pitcher
"What kinda ship are you going on? Comercial? Luxery?"
The matze was about half way down.
"Hahaha not even close, Im so cheap im riding with the cargo on a
merchandise ship!"
The bartender dropped his pitcher... [748]
In a very short time
Ald Raathim had grown from a small settlement to a full fledged city, and was
near to being large enough to not fit Arynel’s tastes. In the past he would
retreat every so often into the mountains nearby so that he could clear his
mind, but more and more often he would retreat simply to stay out of the way of
the ever growing population.
Today, the Breton was doing exactly that, sitting on a large rock on a cliff
overlooking the inner sea. There was an ominous wind in the air, he could feel
it.[749]
[750] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 14 2005, 01:01 AM)
[751] "Don't think I
enjoyed it, Loranna.", the mage said, tension in his voice. "What
would you have done with them? Let them starve here? Develop into Necromancers
over years? It had to be done."
There seemed to be a barrier around Nalion, either shutting himself off from
comments, or shutting himself off from his own feelings.
"I'll go. I need fresh air. Now."
[753]
Loranna walks over to Nalion, her tearstreaks standing out in the pale light of
the cavern. She looks to Nalion for a moment, seeing suffering in Nalion's
eyes.
"I need fresh air too; I'll go with you," she offers queitly.
I'm sorry Nalion, she thinks, feeling foolish. We both have blood on
our hands; who am I to cast stones? Please forgive me ...[754]
[755] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 14 2005, 12:05 AM)
[756] Loranna walks over to
Nalion, her tearstreaks standing out in the pale light of the cavern. She
looks to Nalion for a moment, seeing suffering in Nalion's eyes.
"I need fresh air too; I'll go with you," she offers queitly.
I'm sorry Nalion, she thinks, feeling foolish. We both have blood on
our hands; who am I to cast stones? Please forgive me ...
[758]
The mage nodded, then lightly touched her shoulder and turned towards the exit.
The water of the bay would feel refreshing to him, would clean him. And then
the fresh salty air, with the light breeze...
"Let's hurry then. I can't stand this place." [759]
The bartender grabbed
Dynate by the arm
"I know something u might wanna hear. But first fallow me."
Dynate gave him an odd look but fallowed him outside.
After walking a short distence, He brought Dynate to a gaurd and told him that
he had information on the ship.
"What ship?" asked Dynate "Whats going on?" [760]
[761] QUOTE(Loranna)
[762] At this point, the
guards in the Nymph and Noggin come to break up the fight, as it has escalated
beyond a simple bar brawl. Atrius and the Dark Elf are taken to the local
lockup to sleep off their drunkeness so that they do not go around pulling
swords on people and hurting themselves or others.
Since Atrius is knocked out, the guards send for the local healer to tend to
his head bump - and thus it is that Atrius finds himself being ministered to by
Egalius Soccitus, and the first words Atrius hears upon waking are "Now
really, the idea for blocking swords is you're supposed to do it with something
other than your head, you know that kid, right?"[763]
[764]
Atrius moaned. Squinting, it was too bright, and his head throbbed. "What
shame," he groaned, "Such a fool.. such a... a clouded mind, a
strange brew. I should leave." He began to make great effort to rise, but
laid back down. It seemed he would puke, but he held it. He attempted to rise
again, and got to his feet. "I will leave," he said, lurching. [765]
[766] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 13 2005, 09:46 PM)
[767] When the netches were
gone, the three left through the shop's back door.
The former Governor's castle had survived Red Mountain the best of all
buildings in Caldera; Shaka suggested they look for the knight there.
The broad stone steps to the entrance were fewer than Shaka remembered.
The rebuilt Caldera stood atop the ash and debris of the old town.
Shaka found himself praying for the clothier as they walked, wherever her
spirit had gone; ancestor ghost protecting her people, or to another
realm, or to whatever fate awaited mortals.
[769]
The interior of the castle was even more different. All signs of Imperial life
had been pulled from it, and redone in Redoran fashion. The halls were filled
with peasant who had taken refuge there from the netch.
A few grievously wounded were there too, and one corpse of someone who had
sought healing too late.
"It was worse before," a healer said. "At least this time, we
saw them coming."
They knew the knight they were looking for, and found him. A serious,
middle-age Dunmer with a broad Vvardenfell accent, Vhurre, sergeant of the
watch. He walked past them, coming down from the tower, reporting to his
commander that the netch had passed and there was no more trouble on the
horizon.
[770]
[771] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Dec 14 2005, 02:30 AM)
[772] The interior of the
castle was even more different. All signs of Imperial life had been
pulled from it, and redone in Redoran fashion. The halls were filled with
peasant who had taken refuge there from the netch.
A few grievously wounded were there too, and one corpse of someone who had
sought healing too late.
"It was worse before," a healer said. "At least this time, we
saw them coming."
They knew the knight they were looking for, and found him. A serious,
middle-age Dunmer with a broad Vvardenfell accent, Vhurre, sergeant of the
watch. He walked past them, coming down from the tower, reporting to his
commander that the netch had passed and there was no more trouble on the
horizon.
[774]
There was enough bustle in the castle that Anya was given much attention. She
dodged the Dunmeri citizens and approached Vhurre. Speaking softly and trying
to disguise her pitch somewhat, she addressed him, "I do not know whether
I am more hungry or thirsty, for I am equal parts both. Perhaps you can help
one such as I, for the attacks have made it difficult for me." [775]
Reeds staggered into
the barracks, loaded under a vertiable mountain of ledgers and paperwork.
Dropping them onto his desk with a thump and a not too happy creak of wood, he
headed across to talk to Slashes.
"I've finished the equipment requisitions, the transfer and enlistment
papers, and updated the archives. If you aren't busy, I'd like to take up your
offer of teaching me Hist." [776]
[777] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 14 2005, 10:56 AM)
[778] Reeds staggered into
the barracks, loaded under a vertiable mountain of ledgers and paperwork.
Dropping them onto his desk with a thump and a not too happy creak of wood, he
headed across to talk to Slashes.
"I've finished the equipment requisitions, the transfer and enlistment
papers, and updated the archives. If you aren't busy, I'd like to take up your
offer of teaching me Hist."
[780]
Slashes looked up from the report he was working on. "Give me just a
moment here." He dipped a claw in the ink and finished the last sentance.
"Glad to hear about the equipment requisitions, we could use those
supplies with all the new soldiers we have." He flipped through some
documents on his desk. "I am not busy for a little while. The next
training session is not for over an hour." Slashes thought about how to
teach Reeds, "Let us start with something simple, this is how to say,
Greetigns Marshbrother." He made a series of clicks, hisses, and grunts. [781]
[782] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 09:01 AM)
[783] Slashes looked up from the report he was working on. "Give me just a moment here." He dipped a claw in the ink and finished the last sentance. "Glad to hear about the equipment requisitions, we could use those supplies with all the new soldiers we have." He flipped through some documents on his desk. "I am not busy for a little while. The next training session is not for over an hour." Slashes thought about how to teach Reeds, "Let us start with something simple, this is how to say, Greetigns Marshbrother." He made a series of clicks, hisses, and grunts.
[785]
"One more time please, slower..." Slashes repeated the words, and
Reeds attempted to emulate it as best he could, and though his mouth was
designed to speak this language, 28 years of speaking imperial showed, he did
not completely match the sounds. [786]
[787] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 14 2005, 11:05 AM)
[788] "One more time please, slower..." Slashes repeated the words, and Reeds attempted to emulate it as best he could, and though his mouth was designed to speak this language, 28 years of speaking imperial showed, he did not completely match the sounds.
[790]
"Hmm, you are trying to say it like Tamrilic. You are clicking with the
front of your tounge, you need to click at the back of your throat. your hisses
are nto varying like they should, there is a hiss like this." Slashes
hisses with his tounge and teeth. "And this." He hisses with his
throat. "Watch carefully to see which kind I use at differant times."
He repeats the phrase. [791]
[792] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 09:10 AM)
[793] "Hmm, you are trying to say it like Tamrilic. You are clicking with the front of your tounge, you need to click at the back of your throat. your hisses are nto varying like they should, there is a hiss like this." Slashes hisses with his tounge and teeth. "And this." He hisses with his throat. "Watch carefully to see which kind I use at differant times." He repeats the phrase.
[795]
Reeds tried again, and he could tell the difference in the sounds; they were
much closer to what Slashes had said. [796]
[797] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 14 2005, 11:12 AM)
[798] Reeds tried again, and he could tell the difference in the sounds; they were much closer to what Slashes had said.
[800]
"Ahh, very good. You are much closer now. Now try this little varient, it
is Greetings marshsister." The clicks, hisses, and grunts started the
same, but as the short phrase progressed there was a noticable change in the
patern. "Try that one, and keep your jaw tighter on that second
hiss." [801]
[802] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 09:17 AM)
[803] "Ahh, very good. You are much closer now. Now try this little varient, it is Greetings marshsister." The clicks, hisses, and grunts started the same, but as the short phrase progressed there was a noticable change in the patern. "Try that one, and keep your jaw tighter on that second hiss."
[805]
Reeds tried the variant, his grasp of the vocal movements neccasary increasing
with every attempt. [806]
[807] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 14 2005, 11:20 AM)
[808] Reeds tried the variant, his grasp of the vocal movements neccasary increasing with every attempt.
[810]
"You are doing well my friend." Slashes was enjoying teaching Reeds
to speak his native tounge. They continued on for a while, Reeds was getting
the basics down, but there was much mroe to learn. "If you really want to
learn to speak the full language, then you will need to learn to read the
language. Maybe you can find a translation book from the marsh, that is the
best way to learn all the words, for there are many. Come see me again some
time, then we can continue this lesson and start on the writings. I must get on
duty." He then said a series of souds which Reeds should recognize as "My
friend." [811]
[812] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 09:30 AM)
[813] "You are doing well my friend." Slashes was enjoying teaching Reeds to speak his native tounge. They continued on for a while, Reeds was getting the basics down, but there was much mroe to learn. "If you really want to learn to speak the full language, then you will need to learn to read the language. Maybe you can find a translation book from the marsh, that is the best way to learn all the words, for there are many. Come see me again some time, then we can continue this lesson and start on the writings. I must get on duty." He then said a series of souds which Reeds should recognize as "My friend."
[815]
"Thank you," Reeds responed, pleased, "I should be able to find
a book like that, after all, I do run a bookstore. Farewell." Reeds ended
with "My friend," in hist. [816]
[817] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 14 2005, 01:46 AM)
[818] There was enough bustle in the castle that Anya was given much attention. She dodged the Dunmeri citizens and approached Vhurre. Speaking softly and trying to disguise her pitch somewhat, she addressed him, "I do not know whether I am more hungry or thirsty, for I am equal parts both. Perhaps you can help one such as I, for the attacks have made it difficult for me."
[820]
"That's putting it mildly," the knight nodded, and looked around.
Lots of people here. "I'm feeling a bit peckish myself. Shenk's Shovel
should be able to accomedate you with food and drink, and perhaps a private
room if you're tired. Who knows? I may be along there shortly if I can get off
duty." [821]
[822] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 13 2005, 10:08 PM)
[823] The mage nodded, then
lightly touched her shoulder and turned towards the exit. The water of the bay
would feel refreshing to him, would clean him. And then the fresh salty air,
with the light breeze...
"Let's hurry then. I can't stand this place."
[825]
Zadion had been spending a few minutes in the sload's lair, gathering up some
of the strange objects the creature had left behind. "The Archmagister
Hannibal Traven has made the battle against necromancy a top priority of the
Guild. Whatever we can learn about the practice can aid us."
"I will contact the Magister in Ephesus," he added as they made their
way towards the sluice that would take them to the Bay. "They're in the
Dragontail Mountains not far from Scourg Barrow. If there's anything strange
going on in Mannimarco's former haunt, they'd know."[826]
[827] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Dec 14 2005, 01:08 PM)
[828] "That's putting it mildly," the knight nodded, and looked around. Lots of people here. "I'm feeling a bit peckish myself. Shenk's Shovel should be able to accomedate you with food and drink, and perhaps a private room if you're tired. Who knows? I may be along there shortly if I can get off duty."
[830]
The three walked to Shenk's Shovel and got a room for Reichi and Anya; as a
slave, Shaka was given a pallet in the downstairs storage. It wasn't much of a
price to maintain their cover stories.
Soon they found a corner in the taproom and ordered, waiting for Vhurre's
arrival.[831]
[832] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 14 2005, 01:43 PM)
[833] The three walked to
Shenk's Shovel and got a room for Reichi and Anya; as a slave, Shaka was
given a pallet in the downstairs storage. It wasn't much of a price to
maintain their cover stories.
Soon they found a corner in the taproom and ordered, waiting for Vhurre's
arrival.
OOC: back in two hours.
[835]
There was a good-sized crowd in the tavern, talking about the various horror
stories of the past couple of weeks. Some of the talk may have been
exaggerated: people always seemed to know a friend-of-a-friend whose child had
been attacked by mudcrabs, or carried off by cliff racers.
"Father Moonstone says it is unholy witchcraft, the forces of accursed
Helseth at play," the tavernkeeper said. "Blessed Almalexia will cure
this blight."
Vhurre arrived shortly there after. He saw the three in the corner, and shook
his head before finding a table some distance away, where a couple people who
recognized him greeted him.
[836]
[837] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 14 2005, 01:18 PM)
[838] There was a good-sized
crowd in the tavern, talking about the various horror stories of the past
couple of weeks. Some of the talk may have been exaggerated: people
always seemed to know a friend-of-a-friend whose child had been attacked by
mudcrabs, or carried off by cliff racers.
"Father Moonstone says it is unholy witchcraft, the forces of accursed
Helseth at play," the tavernkeeper said. "Blessed Almalexia will cure
this blight."
Vhurre arrived shortly there after. He saw the three in the corner, and
shook his head before finding a table some distance away, where a couple people
who recognized him greeted him.
[840]
Anya had to stiffle a laugh at the kepper, considering she could get the same
effect if she put her mind to it.
Getting a private room for the night, Anya waved her friends and guest
upstairs.
Shutting the door behind them, she addresed the knight. "It seems someone
died before the attack, the clotheir was found dead in her shop by us just
before the Netches came. You might want to be on your toes. But that's not why
we came. What can you tell us of this, of Geht, and well, anything you can tell
us would be just plain helpful." [841]
[842] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 14 2005, 03:49 PM)
[843] Anya had to stiffle a
laugh at the kepper, considering she could get the same effect if she put her
mind to it.
Getting a private room for the night, Anya waved her friends and guest
upstairs.
Shutting the door behind them, she addresed the knight. "It seems someone
died before the attack, the clotheir was found dead in her shop by us just
before the Netches came. You might want to be on your toes. But that's not why
we came. What can you tell us of this, of Geht, and well, anything you can tell
us would be just plain helpful."
[845]
Vherre's expression went from relaxed to stricken. "Yisanne is dead? Who
did this?"[846]
[847] QUOTE(Coge balas @ Dec 14 2005, 02:17 AM)
[848] Atrius moaned. Squinting, it was too bright, and his head throbbed. "What shame," he groaned, "Such a fool.. such a... a clouded mind, a strange brew. I should leave." He began to make great effort to rise, but laid back down. It seemed he would puke, but he held it. He attempted to rise again, and got to his feet. "I will leave," he said, lurching.
[850]
"Slow down there, friend," Egalius says, weaving another healing
spell. "It looks like Uncle Egalius's patented Cure Hangover spell needs a
little extra oomph on you ... besides, you keep walking that way you're gonna
walk right into a set of iron bars."
Outside the cell, a guard grunts to Egalius. How's Sleeping Beauty doing?"
"Eh, he's fine; just disorineted," Egalius says. "You planning
on keeping him for the night or what?"
The guard shrugs. "Wasn't at the tavern; old Brendes said the kid egged
the other guy on but seemed too drunk to know what he was doing ..."
Egalius turns to Atrius. "You remember what happened, kid? Or things still
a blur?"[851]
[852] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 14 2005, 02:11 PM)
[853] Vherre's expression went from relaxed to stricken. "Yisanne is dead? Who did this?"
[855]
"We know nothing more than she was dead for some time. Long enough for
rats to move in and make themselves comfortable." Anya said
expressionless. [856]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws entered the mages guild. He was in need of a new shield
spell that he had in mind and needed the services of a spell maker. After
nearly getting killed by an arrow he had learned the value of a good shield
spell.
"I would like to see the spell maker if I could please." [857]
[858] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 05:55 PM)
[859] Commander
Slashes-With-Claws entered the mages guild. He was in need of a new
shield spell that he had in mind and needed the services of a spell
maker. After nearly getting killed by an arrow he had learned the value
of a good shield spell.
"I would like to see the spell maker if I could please."
[861]
Unfortunately for Slashes, his inquiries were about to lead to him to an
unwanted experience.
It was the stave that came first....almost taking Slashes' snout off. It was
that dreadful old fart's way of getting attention from young
"upstarts". Then came the sneering wrinkly old face....and the
crackly ear-bleeding voice:
"What do you want, young'un? Whattaya Doing disturbing an old man like me
with your demands, eh?" It went on like that for a couple of minutes,
before he gave Slashes any indication to talk:
"So go on then! I asked what you wanted! what are ya? Deaf?"[862]
[863] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Dec 14 2005, 06:03 PM)
[864] Unfortunately for
Slashes, his inquiries were about to lead to him to an unwanted experience.
It was the stave that came first....almost taking Slashes' snout off. It
was that dreadful old fart's way of getting attention from young
"upstarts". Then came the sneering wrinkly old face....and the
crackly ear-bleeding voice:
"What do you want, young'un? Whattaya Doing disturbing an old man like me
with your demands, eh?" It went on like that for a couple of minutes,
before he gave Slashes any indication to talk:
"So go on then! I asked what you wanted! what are ya? Deaf?"
[866]
For one of the few times in his life Slashes was not sure what to say. He had
shouted threats at enemies, he had orded armed men around, but the old man
stumped him for a few moments. "Um... Uhh... I need a spell made. I want a
strong shield, but all the strong shields I have seen have a very long time. I
need one that is only five seconds long, to save magicka in battle." He
tried to reasert himself by stanging in his commanding posture. [867]
[868] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 14 2005, 05:54 PM)
[869] "We know nothing more than she was dead for some time. Long enough for rats to move in and make themselves comfortable." Anya said expressionless.
[871]
"She was a loyal subject to the King, and a dear friend," the Knight
said, his expression becoming composed again, though his eyes showed his
emotions plainly. "Geht or Geth is who you want to know about? He's
rumored to be a number of different places. A couple days ago, two men stopped
by in Caldera, asking similar questions. My commander suggested that there was
a lot of activity in the old egg mine, but after we sent some men to
investigate, it was empty. No Geth, no kwama either for that matter. A vast
herd of them is in the east, from what I've heard ... Maybe Geth is with
them."
[872]
[873] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 06:07 PM)
[874] For one of the few times in his life Slashes was not sure what to say. He had shouted threats at enemies, he had orded armed men around, but the old man stumped him for a few moments. "Um... Uhh... I need a spell made. I want a strong shield, but all the strong shields I have seen have a very long time. I need one that is only five seconds long, to save magicka in battle." He tried to reasert himself by stanging in his commanding posture.
[876]
It was perhaps unfortunate for Slashes, that this truly demonic old man didn't
care for any other authority, other than his own.
"pfft! In MY day, it wasn't just any old upstart that could use Magick!
You had to be at least a hundred years old! It makes me SICK, how any
old young'un can come in and want to use....
The minutes passed...
...So anyway...I'll sell you a spell like ya want, but I guarantee you, you'll
only end up blowin yerself up with it...you Novice!"
He walked off, waving his infernal stick around and muttering on about the good
old days. It was awhile before he turned around and beckoned (without any
politeness) that Slashes should follow.
Any decent soul would hope that this time, Slashes could out-manuevre the
stick...unlike poor Reeds. [877]
[878] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 14 2005, 04:11 PM)
[879] "She was a loyal subject to the King, and a dear friend," the Knight said, his expression becoming composed again, though his eyes showed his emotions plainly. "Geht or Geth is who you want to know about? He's rumored to be a number of different places. A couple days ago, two men stopped by in Caldera, asking similar questions. My commander suggested that there was a lot of activity in the old egg mine, but after we sent some men to investigate, it was empty. No Geth, no kwama either for that matter. A vast herd of them is in the east, from what I've heard ... Maybe Geth is with them."
[881]
"Let me guess, the two men appeared at night? Had an air of unnaturality?
Gah, this just keeps going from bad to worse."
"Thank you for your help, and be on guard. I know something about losing
close friends too." Anya gave him a short bow. "This just comfirms
what we've already been told." [882]
[883] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 14 2005, 06:11 PM)
[884] "She was a loyal subject to the King, and a dear friend," the Knight said, his expression becoming composed again, though his eyes showed his emotions plainly. "Geht or Geth is who you want to know about? He's rumored to be a number of different places. A couple days ago, two men stopped by in Caldera, asking similar questions. My commander suggested that there was a lot of activity in the old egg mine, but after we sent some men to investigate, it was empty. No Geth, no kwama either for that matter. A vast herd of them is in the east, from what I've heard ... Maybe Geth is with them."
[886]
"Worth investigating," Reichi said. "Though, we've heard
something of Sudanit, you heard anything about that place?" [887]
[888] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Dec 14 2005, 06:15 PM)
[889] It was perhaps
unfortunate for Slashes, that this truly demonic old man didn't care for any
other authority, other than his own.
"pfft! In MY day, it wasn't just any old upstart that could use Magick!
You had to be at least a hundred years old! It makes me SICK, how
any old young'un can come in and want to use....
The minutes passed...
...So anyway...I'll sell you a spell like ya want, but I guarantee you, you'll
only end up blowin yerself up with it...you Novice!"
He walked off, waving his infernal stick around and muttering on about the good
old days. It was awhile before he turned around and beckoned (without any
politeness) that Slashes should follow.
Any decent soul would hope that this time, Slashes could out-manuevre the
stick...unlike poor Reeds.
[891]
Slashes ignored the waving stick, except when it went toward his snout, he was
still in his uniform, the stick clinked harmlessly on the metal.
He followed the old man. Although he was not very skilled with alteration, he
was skilled enough that a shield such as what he wanted would be no challenge
for him to use. But to avoid upsetting the old man he kept his mouth closed,
except for one question, "How much will such a spell cost?" [892]
[893] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 14 2005, 06:25 PM)
[894] "Worth investigating," Reichi said. "Though, we've heard something of Sudanit, you heard anything about that place?"
[896]
"Sudanit?" Vherre frowned. "Nothing about it specifically, but
it's near Fort Buckmoth, which has been rendered basically uninhabitable by
animal attacks. Everytime the Redoran try to clear it out, they're beaten back
by more and more creatures ..."[897]
[898] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 14 2005, 06:32 PM)
[899] "Sudanit?" Vherre frowned. "Nothing about it specifically, but it's near Fort Buckmoth, which has been rendered basically uninhabitable by animal attacks. Everytime the Redoran try to clear it out, they're beaten back by more and more creatures ..."
[901]
Reichi nodded. "Amusing that the mighty Redoran are beaten back by mere
creatures. I bet theres a flock of cliffies near it too, otherwise I would
expected them get some battlemages to bombard it with spells from the air till
it was rubble." [902]
[903] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 06:26 PM)
[904] Slashes ignored the
waving stick, except when it went toward his snout, he was still in his
uniform, the stick clinked harmlessly on the metal.
He followed the old man. He was skilled enough with mysticism that a
shield such as what he wanted would be no challenge for him to use. But
to avoid upsetting the old man he kept his mouth closed, except for one
question, "How much will such a spell cost?"
[906]
The man stopped, and turned around slowly...
"In my day? It woulda cost'ya nothing! But no! These days, it's all
Septims and Money and...whatever it is...!"
He took out a small book...and flicked through, mumbling calculations to
himself.
"For this kind a' special Alteration spell, you'll be lookin at 500 gold
pieces."
he turned around again, and started walking, only to find that he was already
where he needed to be. With a yell, he screeched to halt, and promptly blamed
Slashes for the error.
And so training (with all it's curses and stick waving) began, and would
finish within the hour, that is, if Slashes didn't give in to the massive urge
to throttle the old man and throw him out the window that he probably had
dwelling within him, as did most people when dealing with him: Unfortunatly for
the known universe, no one had taken the chance to yet. Pity. [907]
[908] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Dec 14 2005, 06:36 PM)
[909] The man stopped, and
turned around slowly...
"In my day? It woulda cost'ya nothing! But no! These days, it's all
Septims and Money and...whatever it is...!"
He took out a small book...and flicked through, mumbling calculations to
himself.
"For this kind a' special Alteration spell, you'll be lookin at 500 gold
pieces."
he turned around again, and started walking, only to find that he was already
where he needed to be. With a yell, he screeched to halt, and promptly
blamed Slashes for the error.
And so training (with all it's curses and stick waving) began, and would
finish within the hour, that is, if Slashes didn't give in to the massive urge
to throttle the old man and throw him out the window that he probably had
dwelling within him, as did most people when dealing with him: Unfortunataly
for the known universe, no one had taken the chance to yet. Pity.
[911]
Slashes more had the urge to tear the old man's throat out with his claws. But
he paid and went through the training. the spell was exactly what he wanted, he
would have to practice some to make sure he could do it right all the time, but
it would pay off. He left the guild needing to kill something so went on a
little hunting excursion just outsdie the city.
OOC Out for tonight. [912]
[913] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 14 2005, 06:36 PM)
[914] Reichi nodded. "Amusing that the mighty Redoran are beaten back by mere creatures. I bet theres a flock of cliffies near it too, otherwise I would expected them get some battlemages to bombard it with spells from the air till it was rubble."
[916]
"I haven't been near it myself, so I couldn't tell you, but that'd be my
guess too," Vherre agreed. [917]
[918] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 14 2005, 06:41 PM)
[919] Slashes more had the
urge to tear the old man's throat out with his claws. But he paid and
went through the training. the spell was exactly what he wanted, he would
have to practice some to make sure he could do it right all the time, but it
would pay off. He left the guild needing to kill something so went on a
little hunting excursion just outsdie the city.
OOC Out for tonight.
[921]
The old man watched Slashes leave intently, thouroughly surprised that a
"Young'un" could be as good as Slashes was. But the thought passed,
as the old man suddenly felt a strange urge to preache to the whole guild about
the good ol' days. In fact, that was exactly what he would do...
fade out [922]
[923] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 14 2005, 04:42 PM)
[924] "I haven't been near it myself, so I couldn't tell you, but that'd be my guess too," Vherre agreed.
[926]
"Again, thank you. But we best be going. I don't care to wait around much
longer, and the situation isn't getting better. And best look into your
friend."
Anya turned to Reichi and Shaka, "If it's fine with you two, I think we
should leave right now. I'm plenty rested, and time isn't our friend. I sure
wish I could use Lotus right now, he's an excellent scout. But I'd hate for him
to get any funny ideas like the rest of these animals."
Anya headed downstairs and paid the tavernkeeper for some supplies. [927]
We reached our limit on this one.[928] [929] [930]
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