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, anxiously awaiting news from
her companions in Vvardenfell on the state of Goranthir, who seems to have
become a completely different person. She also continues to work with the
effort to reclaim southern Morrowind, and is quietly keeping her eyes open for
whatever might have come in on the dead ship that drifted into the mangroves a
few days ago. [1]
OOC Sumary
Reichi Sari is in Vvardenfell with Shaka, and Goranthir/Geht, looking for Anya
who was taken from Sudanit by a Vampire snake-lady.
------
Reichi was about to say something in response, when he noticed a Breton ahead.
A very specific Breton. "Hey there Arynel!" he called out.
"What in the hell are you doing out here?" [2]
[3] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 16 2005, 03:33 PM)
[4] OOC Sumary
Reichi Sari is in Vvardenfell with Shaka, and Goranthir/Geht, looking for Anya
who was taken from Sudanit by a Vampire snake-lady.
------
Reichi was about to say something in response, when he noticed a Breton ahead.
A very specific Breton. "Hey there Arynel!" he called out.
"What in the hell are you doing out here?"
[6]
“Rushing headlong after death, as usual,” Arynel replied. The Breton headed
towards the others. [7]
OOC SUMMARY: Vaan
is in Ald Raathim, about to check up on the Dunmer temple, to check that
security and everything there is all fine and dandy. Something that needs to be
taken into account moreso now that Ald Raathim is a duchy, and that Faryon
seems to have a grudge against it.
[8]
Summary
Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin, excise and
import/export agent to the Duchess of Ald Raathim (and secretly her Spymaster)
is at her tavern, wondering why her betrothed hasn't sprung a wedding on her
yet.
Goranthir, Prince of Firsthold, undercover spy for his uncle King
Helseth in Vvardenfell, appears to be dead, or at least dying. In his stead is Geht,
agent of the King of Worms, Mannimarco, who has the same power to communicate
with animals that Goranthir had, but seems to be vastly more powerful, and
threatening to become even more so. He is with Reichi and Shaka (and soon,
Arynel) not far from Ald Sotha where he claims the nix hounds have tracked the
captured Anya. He seems to be quiet and calming, but has little doubt he will
someday be a monster.[9]
[10] QUOTE(Arynel @ Dec 16 2005, 05:35 PM)
[11] “Rushing headlong after death, as usual,” Arynel replied. The Breton headed towards the others.
[13]
Goranthir turned to Arynel with his neutral expression and warm eyes.
"Arynel the string-whispering bard, how doth the road treat you?"
[14]
[15] QUOTE(Arynel @ Dec 16 2005, 05:35 PM)
[16] “Rushing headlong after death, as usual,” Arynel replied. The Breton headed towards the others.
[18]
Summary: Shaka is travelling south to Ald Sotha with Geht and Reichi, searching
for Anya and answers to the rumored developments there.
Shaka told his guar "Whoa, boy," and the beast halted. The three
travellers' guar had shown surprising, to Shaka, intelligence and docility on
their trip south.
He was glad to see the Triune; Geht's points were hard to refute just now, and
they would need the unknown capabilities of Arynel for the the journey to Ald
Sotha. [19]
[20] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 16 2005, 03:39 PM)
[21] Goranthir turned to Arynel with his neutral expression and warm eyes. "Arynel the string-whispering bard, how doth the road treat you?"
[23]
"I would ask you the same question," Arynel said, "though I am
not sure the path you walk is the same as it once was."
"I am as well as I could think to be," the Breton said offhandedly,
nodding towards Shaka before turning once again to Geht "you have
changed..." [24]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws is training his men, waiting for his next assignment.
Jei-Set is considering joining the army. [25]
[26] QUOTE(Arynel @ Dec 16 2005, 05:42 PM)
[27] "I would ask you the same
question," Arynel said, "though I am not sure the path you walk is
the same as it once was."
"I am as well as I could think to be," the Breton said offhandedly,
nodding towards Shaka "you have changed..."
[29]
"No, likely the path is different, but we wouldn't not be on it but that
our old road led us here," Goranthir nodded. "You have heard what
befell Anya?"
(OOC -- Be back in a few minutes ...) [30]
[31] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 16 2005, 03:45 PM)
[32] "No, likely the path is different, but
we wouldn't not be on it but that our old road led us here," Goranthir
nodded. "You have heard what befell Anya?"
(OOC -- Be back in a few minutes ...)
[34]
"The road provided is not the path of the hero," Arynel said,
"the danger of stepping off is that you must find your own feet."
The Breton grew silent, considering, and then he spoke again, "I know Anya
may be in danger, but I know little else for sure." [35]
ooc:[36]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 16 2005, 04:38 PM)
[37] Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin, excise and import/export agent to the Duchess of Ald Raathim (and secretly her Spymaster) is at her tavern, wondering why her betrothed hasn't sprung a wedding on her yet.
[39]
Isidor, male nord, is in the Nymph and Noggin, looking for Kethiah, wanting to
talk to her.
Tsei is somewhere.
So is Ingmar. [40]
[41] QUOTE(Arynel @ Dec 16 2005, 05:50 PM)
[42] "The road provided is not the path of
the hero," Arynel said, "the danger of stepping off is that you must
find your own feet."
The Breton grew silent, considering, and then he spoke again, "I know Anya
may be in danger, but I know little else for sure."
[44]
"Should we try Suran before continuing to the south? We'll have to stop to
rest at some point."
Shaka was doubtful about trying to take Goranthir near a town, though, given
his current appearance and nature.
"Are you able to travel with us, Arynel, or can you scout ahead to tell us
what Ald Sotha is like these days?"[45]
Diamond is at the
Nymph and the Noggin, where she's giving out advice, drinks, and food.
Marein's pretty much done with the whole adventuring thing for now. He just
wants to sit around and be rich and not think about it...you know, death and
war.
Shai has returned to her perpetual state of training.
And, most importantly of all, the Lord of Moonguard has struck a deal...
[46]
[47] QUOTE(Arynel @ Dec 16 2005, 05:50 PM)
[48] "The road provided is not the path of
the hero," Arynel said, "the danger of stepping off is that you must
find your own feet."
The Breton grew silent, considering, and then he spoke again, "I know Anya
may be in danger, but I know little else for sure."
[50]
"If there is but one path for the hero, then you are correct, we have left
it," Goranthir replied. "But if you have not been on our road before,
how can you tell where it leads?"[51]
QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 16 2005, 06:04 PM)
[52] "Should we try Suran before continuing
to the south? We'll have to stop to rest at some point."
Shaka was doubtful about trying to take Goranthir near a town, though, given
his current appearance and nature.
"Are you able to travel with us, Arynel, or can you scout ahead to tell us
what Ald Sotha is like these days?"
[54]
"It would be wise to rest here, far from people," Goranthir said. [55]
[56] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 16 2005, 04:16 PM)
[57] "If there is but one path for the hero, then you are correct, we have left it," Goranthir replied. "But if you have not been on our road before, how can you tell where it leads?"
[59]
"I do not know where this path leads," Arynel said, "but I
greatly fear the one who plots it."
[60]
[61] QUOTE(Arynel @ Dec 16 2005, 06:18 PM)
[62] "I do not know where this path leads," Arynel said, "but I greatly fear the one who plots it."
[64]
"You may have good reason to," Goranthir replied softly. "We
only know the steps we are taking now ... and those are leading us to Ald
Sotha."
[65]
[66] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 16 2005, 04:27 PM)
[67] "You may have good reason to," Goranthir replied softly. "We only know the steps we are taking now ... and those are leading us to Ald Sotha."
[69]
"I will say only that it is wise to be weary when it is someone else
laying the path for your soles," Arynel said, "but Ald Sotha is our
immediate concern." [70]
[71] QUOTE(Arynel @ Dec 16 2005, 06:31 PM)
[72] "I will say only that it is wise to be weary when it is someone else laying the path for your soles," Arynel said, "but Ald Sotha is our immediate concern."
[74]
Shaka had been silent during the two men's conversation; it seemed almost a
duel, as if Arynel were feeling out Geht to see how much of the youth Goranthir
remained.
Finally he said, "Perhaps we should continue."[75]
[76] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 16 2005, 06:37 PM)
[77] Shaka had been silent during the two men's
conversation; it seemed almost a duel, as if Arynel were feeling out Geht to
see how much of the youth Goranthir remained.
Finally he said, "Perhaps we should continue."
[79]
Goranthir nodded, and listened carefully to the call of the cliffracers in the
distance.
"There's a patrol coming."
[80]
[81] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 16 2005, 06:46 PM)
[82] Goranthir nodded, and listened carefully to
the call of the cliffracers in the distance.
"There's a patrol coming."
[84]
"From which direction?" Reichi asked. "We should hide, we could
take them out but people get suspicious of missing patrols." [85]
Isidor walked up behind
Kethiah, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"How are you?" He asked. [86]
Listening to the clif
racers, Goranthir says "They're coming rom the direction of Suran
..." He frowns a bit as he calls back out.
"They seem to be out to kill any crazed animals they can find; if they are
killed, it won't necessarily be blamed on you," he says. "And there
is not much by way of cover here."
The rest of the party can see a fireball explode in the air a ways off, and
hear the cry of a cliff racer as it plunges earthward, trailing smoke.[87]
[88] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 09:56 PM)
[89] Listening to the clif racers, Goranthir says
"They're coming rom the direction of Suran ..." He frowns a bit
as he calls back out.
"They seem to be out to kill any crazed animals they can find; if they are
killed, it won't necessarily be blamed on you," he says. "And
there is not much by way of cover here."
The rest of the party can see a fireball explode in the air a ways off, and
hear the cry of a cliff racer as it plunges earthward, trailing smoke.
[91]
"No hiding this time, then," said Shaka, forming a Bound mace.
"Maybe it's as well."
The guar were sent a short distance away, and the three ran toward the sounds
of battle.[92]
[93] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 16 2005, 10:22 PM)
[94] "No hiding this time, then," said
Shaka, forming a Bound mace. "Maybe it's as well."
The guar were sent a short distance away, and the three ran toward the sounds
of battle.
[96]
Goranthir gives a strange, growling, gurgling call as the party follows the
sounds of the cliff racers engaging the patrol.
They find themselves looking at about a dozen well-armed Dunmer warriors, clad
in Redoran bonemold. They wield spears and bows, and several of them can be
seen throwing bolts of magic and lightning into the cliff racers. In short
order, the cliff racers are decimated.
One of the Dunmer gives a cry and the patrol turns to see the party running
toward them. Shaka's mace, Goranthir's golden eyes, and the party's general
aggresive attitude seem to set off the patrol, and a volley of arrows and fire
is sent to stop the party cold.[97]
[98] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 10:30 PM)
[99] Goranthir gives a strange, growling,
gurgling call as the party follows the sounds of the cliff racers engaging the
patrol.
They find themselves looking at about a dozen well-armed Dunmer warriors, clad
in Redoran bonemold. They wield spears and bows, and several of them can
be seen throwing bolts of magic and lightning into the cliff racers. In
short order, the cliff racers are decimated.
One of the Dunmer gives a cry and the patrol turns to see the party running
toward them. Shaka's mace, Goranthir's golden eyes, and the party's
general aggresive attitude seem to set off the patrol, and a volley of arrows
and fire is sent to stop the party cold.
[101]
Shaka hastily shielded the three, and sent a Greater Fireball back in response.
Soon the three were among the patrol and the battle was hand to hand. When
Shaka had broken a number of bonemold-covered limbs with the mace, he saw the
daedric weapon fade away as the time expired. He immediately called up a Bound
punch-dagger and kept fighting.[102]
[103] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 10:30 PM)
[104] One of the Dunmer gives a cry and the patrol turns to see the party running toward them. Shaka's mace, Goranthir's golden eyes, and the party's general aggresive attitude seem to set off the patrol, and a volley of arrows and fire is sent to stop the party cold.
[106]
"Get over here! I need a new set of armor!" Reichi yelled as he
charged at the Redorans, his wrecked Netch greaves scarely managing to stay on
him.
Hardly armored or even clothed, and charging a better armored enemy, I feel
like a ancient chimer...or a Nord. Reichi thought, and added in a savage
warcry.
When the battle came to melee, Reichi picked out one with the least damaged
armor and attacked him, trying to score hits that would kill the wearer without
damaging the armor, like eyeslashes. [107]
[108] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 16 2005, 10:37 PM)
[109] Shaka hastily shielded
the three, and sent a Greater Fireball back in response.
Soon the three were among the patrol and the battle was hand to hand.
When Shaka had broken a number of bonemold-covered limbs with the mace, he saw
the daedric weapon fade away as the time expired. He immediately called
up a Bound punch-dagger and kept fighting.
[111]
Shaka's fireball causes half of the patrol to cry out, though with Dunmer's
natural fire resistance, they suffer at best minor burns. His mace is more
effective at least.
Despite having managed to cripple a few Dunmer, Shaka finds himself beset on
two flanks, an archer sniping at him while a foot soldier stabs at his chest
with a spear.
[112]
QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 16 2005, 11:00 PM)
[113] "Get over here! I
need a new set of armor!" Reichi yelled as he charged at the Redorans, his
wrecked Netch greaves scarely managing to stay on him.
Hardly armored or even clothed, and charging a better armored enemy, I feel
like a ancient chimer...or a Nord. Reichi thought, and added in a savage
warcry.
When the battle came to melee, Reichi picked out one with the least damaged
armor and attacked him, trying to score hits that would kill the wearer without
damaging the armor, like eyeslashes.
[115]
Reichi is greeted with a lightning bolt aimed at his chin, the Dunmer in
spotless armor yelling "Get your own armor s'wit!"
One of the Dunmer casts healing spells on the wounded, while Goranthir gives
voice to more animal cries. From the lake, forms begin crawlnig out of the
water - dreugh, but dreugh with crablike legs instead of tentacles. They swarm
into the fray, providing some distractions for Shaka and Reichi.
[116]
[117] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 11:06 PM)
[118] Shaka's fireball
causes half of the patrol to cry out, though with Dunmer's natural fire
resistance, they suffer at best minor burns. His mace is more effective
at least.
Despite having managed to cripple a few Dunmer, Shaka finds himself beset on
two flanks, an archer sniping at him while a foot soldier stabs at his chest
with a spear.
Reichi is greeted with a lightning bolt aimed at his chin, the Dunmer in
spotless armor yelling "Get your own armor s'wit!"
One of the Dunmer casts healing spells on the wounded, while Goranthir gives
voice to more animal cries. From the lake, forms begin crawlnig out of
the water - dreugh, but dreugh with crablike legs instead of tentacles.
They swarm into the fray, providing some distractions for Shaka and Reichi.
[120]
Shaka took an arrow near the left collarbone but it missed piercing a lung. The
adrenalin made him only partially aware of the pain.
Gutting the foot soldier, Shaka caught his spear. It was no Spear of Bitter
Mercy, but it felt good to have a familiar weapon in hand. Shaka ran for better
cover from the sniper, zigzagging. Grimacing, he snapped the shaft of the arrow
but left it in for now, to keep from bleeding out.
The odds were improving, though the three adventurers were still outnumbered.
Seeing dreugh rise at Goranthir's command was further evidence of the youth's
changed nature; how long before men and mer could also be placed under a glamour?
And to what ends?
[121]
[122] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 11:06 PM)
[123]
Reichi is greeted with a lightning bolt aimed at his chin, the Dunmer in
spotless armor yelling "Get your own armor s'wit!".
[125]
Reichi ducked down, evading the lighting bolt. "Thats what I'm going,
damnit!" he yelled back. "Its not my fault you're less than
cooperative in handing it over." Reichi added as he slashed at the Redoran
with his blades. [126]
"It must be Geht!"
one of the Dunmer yells as he stabs a dreugh in the chest with his spear.
"Kill him!"
Goranthir gives a mewling cry and three betty netches start approaching, even
as the dreugh begin intercepting those Dunmer trying to charge the golden-eyed
youth.
With the soldier's cry, Shaka finds he is only beset upon by a single Dunmer -
mostly because Shaka happens to be in the way. The Dunmer stabs viscously with
his spear, trying to put a hole in Shaka's chest.
Reichi's opponent is overwhelmed by the sheer volley of blade strikes, though
another Dunmer casts a healing and fortifying spell on the wounded Dunmer. The
healer looks harried though; despite his best efforts, there were already a
number of dead Dunmer ...
Arrows and fireballs continue to sail through the melee, this time targeted
mostly at the dreugh.[127]
[128] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 11:24 PM)
[129] "It must be
Geht!" one of the Dunmer yells as he stabs a dreugh in the chest with his
spear. "Kill him!"
Goranthir gives a mewling cry and three betty netches start approaching, even
as the dreugh begin intercepting those Dunmer trying to charge the golden-eyed
youth.
With the soldier's cry, Shaka finds he is only beset upon by a single Dunmer -
mostly because Shaka happens to be in the way. The Dunmer stabs viscously
with his spear, trying to put a hole in Shaka's chest.
Reichi's opponent is overwhelmed by the sheer volley of blade strikes, though
another Dunmer casts a healing and fortifying spell on the wounded Dunmer.
The healer looks harried though; despite his best efforts, there were already a
number of dead Dunmer ...
Arrows and fireballs continue to sail through the melee, this time targeted
mostly at the dreugh.
[131]
Shaka felt a certain amount of dread at the sight of the netches, even knowing
they were on their side. Betties weren't poisonous like the males of the
species, but were far more aggressive; untameable, in effect.
The battlemage had no time to cast fortifying or healing magicka on the others.
He parried the Dunmer's spear with his own, and found he was facing a
well-trained warrior. It became almost an Arena duel of parry and riposte, with
the difference being that a loss here would be fatal.
[132]
[133] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 11:24 PM)
[134] Reichi's opponent is overwhelmed by the sheer volley of blade strikes, though another Dunmer casts a healing and fortifying spell on the wounded Dunmer. The healer looks harried though; despite his best efforts, there were already a number of dead Dunmer ...
[136]
Reichi took advantage of his foe's weakness and stroke again, this time
replacing the volley of slashings with a volley of quick, brutual stabs. [137]
The Dunmer that are
casting healing spells soon find themselves being whipped mercilessly by the
betty netchs' tentacles, thus preventing anyone from saving Reichi's opponent
from getting multiple stab wounds and collapsing in a bloody heap. Reichi's new
armor is going to have a distinct reddish hue ...
Shaka's opponent makes a small, but critical, mistake, sweeping his spear to
block Shaka's just a moment too soon. He learns the cost of his mistake when
Shaka impales him.
There are still a couple of Dunmer who are unmolested by dreugh or netch,
though from the looks of things, their minds are more on flight than on
fighting. One is pulling out a scroll and the other is backpedaling, shooting
arrows as fast as he can.[138]
[139] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 16 2005, 11:50 PM)
[140] There are still a couple of Dunmer who are unmolested by dreugh or netch, though from the looks of things, their minds are more on flight than on fighting. One is pulling out a scroll and the other is backpedaling, shooting arrows as fast as he can.
[142]
"Don't let them escape!" shouted Shaka, and attempted to hurl the
spear at the Dunmer with the teleportation scroll.
[143]
"Aww man, don't bleed on my armor..." Reichi said to the dead mer. Seeing Shaka hurl the spear, Reichi ran to intercept the other fleeing mer. He hated rushing archers while unarmored. They tended to shoot your unprotected flesh. [144]
[145] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 16 2005, 11:59 PM)
[146] "Don't let them escape!" shouted Shaka, and attempted to hurl the spear at the Dunmer with the teleportation scroll.
[148]
Shaka's spear throw misses the Dunmer - but rips the scroll out of his hand. He
stares at his now empty mitt and says "B'Vehk ..." Then, a dreugh
jumps him.[149]
QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 17 2005, 12:07 AM)
[150] "Aww man, don't bleed on my armor..." Reichi said to the dead mer. Seeing Shaka hurl the spear, Reichi ran to intercept the other fleeing mer. He hated rushing archers while unarmored. They tended to shoot your unprotected flesh.
[152]
A string of curses flies at Reichi on the heels of feathered shafts, bonemold
arrows threatening to turn the werewolf into a pincushion. But eventually, the
archer runs out of arrows ...[153]
[154] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 12:26 AM)
[155] Shaka's spear throw
misses the Dunmer - but rips the scroll out of his hand. He stares at his
now empty mitt and says "B'Vehk ..." Then, a dreugh jumps him.
A string of curses flies at Reichi on the heels of feathered shafts, bonemold
arrows threatening to turn the werewolf into a pincushion. But
eventually, the archer runs out of arrows ...
[157]
Since it looked as if no one would be teleporting out to warn the enemy, Shaka
took a moment to heal his wound, pulling the arrow out as the flesh closed
back. He would have to see if Reichi or Goranthir needed treatment as well . .
. .
He contemplated taking a cuirass off one of the dead Redorans. Shaka would
probably have to maintain the charade of slave though, so any armor he took
today would have to be carried along instead.
Shaka watched to see how Reichi was managing with the last opponent.[158]
[159] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 12:26 AM)
[160] A string of curses flies at Reichi on the heels of feathered shafts, bonemold arrows threatening to turn the werewolf into a pincushion. But eventually, the archer runs out of arrows ...
[162]
Reichi dodged one, took a glancing blow in the greaves, which barely peiced the
armor and his right thigh, and manged to dodge a few others, but another lodged
itself directly in Reichi's left leg, piercing Reichi's shin. Reichi cursed and
hopped around for as few moments, trying to pull the arrow out and incidentatly
dodged the archer's last few arrows as he pulled the arrow loose.
Reichi resumed his pursuit of the archer, blood leaking from his shin. [163]
[164] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 17 2005, 12:33 AM)
[165] Reichi dodged one,
took a glancing blow in the greaves, which barely peiced the armor and his
right thigh, and manged to dodge a few others, but another lodged itself
directly in Reichi's left leg, piercing Reichi's shin. Reichi cursed and hopped
around for as few moments, trying to pull the arrow out and incidentatly dodged
the archer's last few arrows as he pulled the arrow loose.
Reichi resumed his pursuit of the archer, blood leaking from his shin.
[167]
The archer turns to run, figuring that he's got the speed advantage now that
Reichi is wounded in the leg. Desperately, he starts beating feet ...
[168]
[169] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 12:36 AM)
[170] The archer turns to run, figuring that he's got the speed advantage now that Reichi is wounded in the leg. Desperately, he starts beating feet ...
[172]
"Sorry, Reichi," offers Shaka as he runs past the wolfen. Not weighed
down by his usual armor, and with an Argonian's agility, Shaka caught up to the
Redoran and hurled the spear the last few yards.
[173]
Reichi slows to a stop, letting Shaka deal with the archer. His leg was damaged enough as it was without running on it. [174]
[175] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 17 2005, 12:40 AM)
[176] "Sorry, Reichi," offers Shaka as he runs past the wolfen. Not weighed down by his usual armor, and with an Argonian's agility, Shaka caught up to the Redoran and hurled the spear the last few yards.
[178]
This time, Shaka's throw catches the Redoran in the chest. He staggers for a
step, a spear jutting through his heart, then he pitches over, rolling to a
stop.
The dreugh and betty netch finish off the last of the patrol ...[179]
OOC: unexcusedly late
summary....
Reeds is currently asleep in the upstairs apartment of his shop. [180]
Dar'Tessir hissed in
frustration. He had just broken his second pen while writing "W is for
Wickwheat" on the second 'ABC's for Barbarians' he was supposed to copy.
He was fairly sure he had taken longer than mistress Davelesa, or Dalevasa, or
whatever her name was, had wanted and worried about a dock in pay. It was the
pictures. He could have finished the words in less than a day but he was no
artist and copying the pictures had taken much longer than he expected.
He had been working in the Nymph & Noggin and had overheard rumors of some
of the latest events but he felt out of the loop and desperately wanted to
finish. [181]
Bob was busy chopping
imported vegetables, when his spine shivered and he promtly sat down. His
normally impassive face was creased in worry. "An ill wind is born today.
Much has been lost to us, it seems. What could this terrible feeling be?"
He sat up and left for the storage room, "Must be the cheese." [182]
[183] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 17 2005, 06:42 PM)
[184] Bob was busy chopping
imported vegetables, when his spine shivered and he promtly sat down. His
normally impassive face was creased in worry. "An ill wind is born today.
Much has been lost to us, it seems. What could this terrible feeling be?"
He sat up and left for the storage room, "Must be the cheese."
[186]
Dynate walked back into the bar, he had gotten elisted to one job, now he just
needed to get the second one to create a good income.
If he got a room and board at this spot, he could hold himself down, for the
rest of his life, but he knew eventually he'd be going home.
But he needed to think about the now, so he asked around where Isdor was. [187]
Dayla's Room
It was frustrating, trying to teach Anya; the more she tried to show her filia
affection, the more Anya seemed to flinch away. Nayla tried being
understanding, tried to keep her temper in check - but she was anxious, afraid
she'd not have much time. In the end, since repeated swallowings would only
slow things down, she used her charm and command magic to keep Anya from
flinching and pushing away, and finally it seemed they were getting somewhere.
Then, something unexpected happend.
It normally took three days from the onset of the dreams for the death of the
filia's mortality. Occasionally though, it took longer - and sometimes, it took
less time. So it came to pass that, as Dayla was trying to explain to Anya the
history of her new heritage, the Bosmer's eyes glazed over, and her breathing
stopped.
Dayla was taken aback, not having expected the death to happen so soon. Anya
was only partially prepared, in her estimation - but there was nothing else to
be done about it, save to swallow Anya once more, and wait until she felt the
struggling new unlife awaken within her. Dayla wondered if Anya's rebirth would
be as fast as her death, as she rubbed her distended belly over and over, a
smile on her face. [188]
It was black,
unnervingly quiet, chilling. Anya felt lost amid a sea on, well, nothing. Is
this death?
She wouldn't go away. She wouldn't leave her alone. She was oppressive,
violating, and deceptive. Anya wondered when it would all stop. She wasn't
strong enough to hold back. Her haven wasn't a haven. Even in her own place,
she was there. The weavings on her voice swept past Anya's defenses and left
her alone and naked in every sense.
But it didn't stop. She came back. Anya didn't want to come back. Her body
twitched. This wasn't life flooding back into her, though. It was power. And
the power kept growing, well past what she had known in her previous life. Anya
spasmed, this would protect. This was the gift Dayla spoke of. [189]
A silver haired Figure
made his way up to the Castle, and knocked upon the main entrance, A servant
answered:
"This is Vaan Surethi, Grandmaster of the Order for protection of the
Muatramer forces serving the New Temple, and I wish to seek official business
wither Her ladyship the Duchess of Ald Raathim: Dres Loranna Pyrel."
He stood, Waiting, in all his glorious Muatramer Armour. [190]
[191] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Dec 17 2005, 08:36 PM)
[192] A silver haired Figure
made his way up to the Castle, and knocked upon the main entrance, A servant
answered:
"This is Vaan Surethi, Grandmaster of the Order for protection of the
Muatramer forces serving the New Temple, and I wish to seek official business
wither Her ladyship the Duchess of Ald Raathim: Dres Loranna Pyrel."
He stood, Waiting, in all his glorious Muatramer Armour.
[194]
Times were different from the days when Vaan first came to Ald Raathim. The
guards at the front gate, though still cordial, were much more attentive than
Vaan first remembered, and instead of being ushered right in, Vaan has to wait
a bit.
However, the message comes back soon and the guards usher Vaan inside.
"Her Grace will meet with you in her study," says the young Dunmer
who escorts Vaan up the tower.
Loranna, herself, has changed since Vaan last saw her; even with her midnight
blue robes her belly is visibly swolen with child, and her face, while still
beautiful and smooth, looks somewhat more mature, more experienced. Her tearstreaks
remain the most striking aspect of her features, at times making her face look
full of joy, at other times seeming to highlight a sadness that is always just
under the surface.
"Vaan dear, hello," Loranna says, her smile having remained unchanged.
"Come in ... it's been a while since we've seen each other."[195]
[196] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 08:44 PM)
[197] Times were different
from the days when Vaan first came to Ald Raathim. The guards at the
front gate, though still cordial, were much more attentive than Vaan first
remembered, and instead of being ushered right in, Vaan has to wait a bit.
However, the message comes back soon and the guards usher Vaan inside.
"Her Grace will meet with you in her study," says the young Dunmer
who escorts Vaan up the tower.
Loranna, herself, has changed since Vaan last saw her; even with her midnight
blue robes her belly is visibly swolen with child, and her face, while still
beautiful and smooth, looks somewhat more mature, more experienced. Her
tearstreaks remain the most striking aspect of her features, at times making
her face look full of joy, at other times seeming to highlight a sadness that
is always just under the surface.
"Vaan dear, hello," Loranna says, her smile having remained
unchanged. "Come in ... it's been a while since we've seen each
other."
[199]
"Greetings, Dear Loranna" Replied Vaan happily. he looked down at her
tummy. "Ah, I see you're blessed! How wonderful! I wish you the best of
luck with your family." he said, grinning. "Of course, it's something
I could never do, for fear of outliving the children and wife..." He added
calmly, having been long since used to such pain.
"Indeed, it has been a while since we last met, back here, and at the
wedding...so much has changed" he said, looking around. "Ald raathim
is so different, and you too, Now a Duchess" he chuckled, "You
were born for it. One can always tell."
He went over to the nearest table, and laid down some papers. "But down to
business. I understand you are packed with many, many, needy refugees?"
[200]
[201] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Dec 17 2005, 08:54 PM)
[202] "Greetings, Dear
Loranna" Replied Vaan happily. he looked down at her tummy.
"Ah, I see you're blessed! How wonderful! I wish you the best of
luck with your family." he said, grinning. "Of course, it's
something I could never do, for fear of outliving the children and
wife..." He added calmly, having been long since used to such pain.
"Indeed, it has been a while since we last met, back here, and at the
wedding...so much has changed" he said, looking around. "Ald raathim
is so different, and you too, Now a Duchess" he chuckled, "You
were born for it. One can always tell."
He went over to the nearest table, and laid down some papers. "But down to
business. I understand you are packed with many, many, needy
refugees?"
[204]
Loranna tilts her head slightly when Vaan comments on outliving any family he
might wish to have; a vague look of disquiet comes over her face. "Better
to have loved ..." she says quietly, half to herself, half to Vaan.
His remark about her being born to be a Duchess dispells the disquiet on her
face; her smile is bemused when she replies ""Could you? Where were
you when I was still waiting on tables; I could have saved myself a decade of
lazing about."
"But yes; we have refugees, and more come every week, not to mention the
people who come simply to be part of our thriving trade. The King's men have
been very good in helping us build to accomodate our growth, but we never seem
to keep up totally." She studies the papers Vaan offered. "You're
looking to have the Muatramer start a relief fund, help with public
works?"[205]
[206] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 09:03 PM)
[207] Loranna tilts her head slightly when Vaan comments on outliving any family he might wish to have; a vague look of disquiet comes over her face. "Better to have loved ..." she says quietly, half to herself, half to Vaan.
[209]
Vaan's Mind quickly rested upon that of his serving maid at home, he was very
fond of her...and she was fond of him. Maybe it was love...the thought soon
passed[210]
QUOTE
[211] His remark about her being born to be a Duchess dispells the disquiet on her face; her smile is bemused when she replies ""Could you? Where were you when I was still waiting on tables; I could have saved myself a decade of lazing about."[212]
[213]
Vaan shrugged. "Well, it seems so obvious that you were born to it now,
though I'm not sure if it would've have been as clear a decade ago. Everything
in life is always so clouded up by circumstance, I bet many born Duchess' die
every day, because circumstance never gave them a chance to be seen as
such."[214]
QUOTE
[215] "But yes; we have refugees, and more come every week, not to mention the people who come simply to be part of our thriving trade. The King's men have been very good in helping us build to accomodate our growth, but we never seem to keep up totally." She studies the papers Vaan offered. "You're looking to have the Muatramer start a relief fund, help with public works?"[216]
[217]
"Indeed" Said Vaan happily. "It's supposed to be our job to do
so, though we are still a new organisation, and settling in with everything has
been a great struggle in the midst of the war. The Muatramer are supposed to
help with such things as building new houses, providing food, helping with
public works, relief funds, yes." He smiled. "All with the support of
the local temple of course, which I think will need to have a large extension
built, somehow."
He went to the nearest window, and looked out over the City. "I'm hoping
it will help a lot, having extra forces in to help with all this, The relief
fund and Public works is where I'd thought we could start, if you are willing
to accept." [218]
[219] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Dec 17 2005, 09:17 PM)
[220] Vaan's Mind quickly
rested upon that of his serving maid at home, he was very fond of her...and she
was fond of him. Maybe it was love...the thought soon passed
Vaan shrugged. "Well, it seems so obvious that you were born to it now,
though I'm not sure if it would've have been as clear a decade ago.
Everything in life is always so clouded up by circumstance, I bet many born
Duchess' die every day, because circumstance never gave them a chance to be
seen as such."
"Indeed" Said Vaan happily. "It's supposed to be our job to do
so, though we are still a new organisation, and settling in with everything has
been a great struggle in the midst of the war. The Muatramer are supposed
to help with such things as building new houses, providing food, helping with
public works, relief funds, yes." He smiled. "All with the
support of the local temple of course, which I think will need to have a large
extension built, somehow."
He went to the nearest window, and looked out over the City. "I'm
hoping it will help a lot, having extra forces in to help with all this, The
relief fund and Public works is where I'd thought we could start, if you are
willing to accept."
[222]
"CHIM," Loranna mutters to Vaan, nodding thoughtfully.
"We would certainly welcome the aid; I'm sure the Temple faithful
especially will appreciate your efforts," she says, her eyebrows raising
ever so slightly at the idea of a large extension built for the Dunmer Temple.
"You will want to meet with others who are conducting similar projects; I
can make the arrangements for that. Give me a day to set up the necessary
meetings."
She looks over Vaan's papers again, cupping her chin in her fingers. "Hmm
... yes, we'll talk with the others ..."[223]
[224] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 09:34 PM)
[225] "CHIM,"
Loranna mutters to Vaan, nodding thoughtfully.
"We would certainly welcome the aid; I'm sure the Temple faithful
especially will appreciate your efforts," she says, her eyebrows raising
ever so slightly at the idea of a large extension built for the Dunmer
Temple. "You will want to meet with others who are conducting
similar projects; I can make the arrangements for that. Give me a day to
set up the necessary meetings."
She looks over Vaan's papers again, cupping her chin in her fingers.
"Hmm ... yes, we'll talk with the others ..."
[227]
"Indeed" Said Vaan. "CHIM, indeed." he said again
thoughtfully, giving a wink at the same time.
"Indeed, A day it will be. Thankyou so much for your time, Your lady, I'm
glad that you've given the Muatramer this opportunity. It will lighten them up
in the eyes of the powers that be, and probably in the eyes of all that
see." He chuckled at the unintended rhyme.
"The most important thing of course, is that we can now serve the people,
and help them. Again, my thanks. I shall return in a day. Farewell."
And at that, he left, to find himself some accomodation for the night. His
first choice for such things, was of course, the Nymph and Noggin. [228]
[Z...is...for...Zainab]
Dar'Tessir wrote as he finnished the drawing of the Ashlander camp. He decided
to let the ink dry before he delivered the books to mistress Delavesa...
Dalvesa... the headmisstress. He decided to visit Reeds and apologise for not
making the opening of his book store. He gathered up the origional and the two
copies of 'ABC's for Barbarians" and headed out of the Nymph & Noggin.
"Greeting Reeds," he said as he opened the door to Leaves of Letters.
[229]
[230] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 17 2005, 08:27 PM)
[231] "Greeting Reeds," he said as he opened the door to Leaves of Letters.
[233]
"Greetings and a fine day to you sir." Replied Reeds as he slid down
from the ladder on the wall, "What brings you to my humble
establishment?" [234]
[235] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 17 2005, 09:30 PM)
[236] "Greetings and a fine day to you sir." Replied Reeds as he slid down from the ladder on the wall, "What brings you to my humble establishment?"
[238]
"Dar'Tessir would like to apologise for missing the opening. He did not
want to be late with the books for the school." He held up the books.
"Dar'Tessir would also like to know if you have decided on buying from his
contact." [239]
[240] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 17 2005, 08:33 PM)
[241] "Dar'Tessir would like to apologise for missing the opening. He did not want to be late with the books for the school." He held up the books. "Dar'Tessir would also like to know if you have decided on buying from his contact."
[243]
"Apology accepted." Reeds replied, "And as for your
contact..." images flashed into his mind of the shipwreck, all the blood,
all of those poor sailors... "...Yes, I would very much like to meet
him." [244]
[245] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 17 2005, 09:36 PM)
[246] "Apology accepted." Reeds replied, "And as for your contact..." images flashed into his mind of the shipwreck, all the blood, all of those poor sailors... "...Yes, I would very much like to meet him."
[248]
Dar'Tessir saw the strange look on Reeds face but decided not to enquire
further.
"Ah, would Reeds like Dar'Tessir to write and tell him of any specific
books Reeds wants or does he simply want to go and see what he has?" [249]
[250] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 17 2005, 08:40 PM)
[251] Dar'Tessir saw the
strange look on Reeds face but decided not to enquire further.
"Ah, would Reeds like Dar'Tessir to write and tell him of any specific
books Reeds wants or does he simply want to go and see what he has?"
[253]
"Where is this man?" Reeds asked, fighting down his urge to gag and
re-burying those memories back where they belonged, "I make it a habit to
meet my suppliers face-to-face." [254]
[255] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 17 2005, 09:43 PM)
[256] "Where is this man?" Reeds asked, fighting down his urge to gag and re-burying those memories back where they belonged, "I make it a habit to meet my suppliers face-to-face."
[258]
"He is in Senchal, Dar'Tessir's old home. If Reeds is lucky he will
remember Dar'Tessir, mabeye give Reeds a discount." [259]
[260] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 17 2005, 08:47 PM)
[261] "He is in Senchal, Dar'Tessir's old home. If Reeds is lucky he will remember Dar'Tessir, mabeye give Reeds a discount."
[263]
"Senchal?" asked Reeds, "that's hardly a morning jaunt. I'll
have to get someone to watch the store while it's closed. When can we
leave?" [264]
*SUMMARY*
Trason emerged from the massive forest into the bright sunlight of the
outskirts of Ald Raathim.
"Hmm..." Trason muttered to himself as he looked at the great walls
of the city.
Trason changed quite a lot since his absence from society. Ever since that
night he was sidetracked from the temple. He doesn't remember what happened,
but he felt as if something did. He had grown a full beard of bushy facial hair
and his eyes went from a dull brown to a pale grey, just barely visible, as it
almost blended in with the snowy-white part of his eyes. They're seemed to be a
different aura about him aswell, but it wasn't as lively and exciting. It
was... Eerie.
He walked towards the large gates of the city and recognized one of his friends
who he had been sharing a guard shift with.
"Hey Trason! Where ya been buddy? Take a little vacation? Or maybe did you
fancy yourself a playmate!" laughed Eno.
Trason simply walked by and disappeared in the crowds of people as he walked
through the busy streets of Ald Raathin
[265]
[266] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 17 2005, 07:55 PM)
[267] It was black, unnervingly
quiet, chilling. Anya felt lost amid a sea on, well, nothing. Is this death?
She wouldn't go away. She wouldn't leave her alone. She was oppressive,
violating, and deceptive. Anya wondered when it would all stop. She wasn't
strong enough to hold back. Her haven wasn't a haven. Even in her own place,
she was there. The weavings on her voice swept past Anya's defenses and left
her alone and naked in every sense.
But it didn't stop. She came back. Anya didn't want to come back. Her body
twitched. This wasn't life flooding back into her, though. It was power. And
the power kept growing, well past what she had known in her previous life. Anya
spasmed, this would protect. This was the gift Dayla spoke of.
[269]
Dayla feels struggling inside her and her eyes widen with pleased surprise;
Anya feels the fleshy cocoon she is in tighten for a moment, then push upwards
... and then Dayla is pulling Anya out of her mouth, holding her up and looking
at her with pride.
"Filia," she says, "your life begins ..."[270]
[271] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 09:48 PM)
[272] Dayla feels struggling
inside her and her eyes widen with pleased surprise; Anya feels the fleshy
cocoon she is in tighten for a moment, then push upwards ... and then Dayla is
pulling Anya out of her mouth, holding her up and looking at her with pride.
"Filia," she says, "your life begins ..."
[274]
Anya squirmed out of Dayla's grasp, lightly batting away her hands. She was a
little startled. Dayla's grip wasn't the vice she remembered, even though Anya
still felt outclassed.
Anya stood up straight, no longer huddling in a corner. She smiled ferally,
though no emotion was felt through it. Her tongue ran over her teeth, nicking
them on her now prominent incisors. No blood flowed out.
She glanced at the some of the metal about the room. Her eyes reflected their
strange sheen as to dull spots wherever she looked, causing her to furrow her
brow in the unfamiliarity. Her skin carried an unhealthy lightness to them, no
longer tan as she remembered.
Anya tightened her muscles, now taunt and prominent. She looked into Dayla's
eyes, "This isn't life." [275]
[276] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 18 2005, 12:02 AM)
[277] Anya squirmed out of
Dayla's grasp, lightly batting away her hands. She was a little startled.
Dayla's grip wasn't the vice she remembered, even though Anya still felt
outclassed.
Anya stood up straight, no longer huddling in a corner. She smiled ferally,
though no emotion was felt through it. Her tongue ran over her teeth, nicking
them on her now prominent incisors. No blood flowed out.
She glanced at the some of the metal about the room. Her eyes reflected their
strange sheen as to dull spots wherever she looked, causing her to furrow her
brow in the unfamiliarity. Her skin carried an unhealthy lightness to them, no
longer tan as she remembered.
Anya tightened her muscles, now taunt and prominent. She looked into Dayla's
eyes, "This isn't life."
[279]
Dayla's expression darkens some. "This is better than what mortals call
'life'," she tells Anya. "Don't deny it; you can feel how much
stronger you've become even with the bracelets still on you. You're ten times
as strong and fast as you were before, you can make people obey your will with
but a word and a glance, you will never feel cold again, nor sweat like a
filthy pig, nor suffer from disease nor poison nor paralysis, nor need to sleep
or breathe or wallow in your own filth. And that's just the beginning ..."
She beckons to Anya. "Come here; let me show you something."[280]
[281] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 17 2005, 09:56 PM)
[282] "Senchal?" asked Reeds, "that's hardly a morning jaunt. I'll have to get someone to watch the store while it's closed. When can we leave?"
[284]
"Once Dar'Tessir drops these off," He holds the books up a
bit,"We can go." [285]
[286] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 10:14 PM)
[287] Dayla's expression
darkens some. "This is better than what mortals call 'life',"
she tells Anya. "Don't deny it; you can feel how much stronger
you've become even with the bracelets still on you. You're ten times as
strong and fast as you were before, you can make people obey your will with but
a word and a glance, you will never feel cold again, nor sweat like a filthy
pig, nor suffer from disease nor poison nor paralysis, nor need to sleep or
breathe or wallow in your own filth. And that's just the beginning
..."
She beckons to Anya. "Come here; let me show you something."
[289]
It was true. If she hadn't been told, Anya might not have noticed. Her chest
didn't rise. Had she layed down and held still, she might has well been a
statue or a corpse. Anya picked up a cup, and let it fall. It's movements were
slowed to her, she could have snatched the cup before it left a tables edge,
should it have fallen from there.
Anya took a step foward, moving closer to her mater, "What is it?" [290]
[291] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 18 2005, 12:19 AM)
[292] It was true. If she
hadn't been told, Anya might not have noticed. Her chest didn't rise. Had she
layed down and held still, she might has well been a statue or a corpse. Anya
picked up a cup, and let it fall. It's movements were slowed to her, she could
have snatched the cup before it left a tables edge, should it have fallen from
there.
Anya took a step foward, moving closer to her mater, "What is it?"
[294]
Dayla opens a chest and unveils a mirror, setting it on the wall. She moves
behind Anya, directing her to the mirror.
"See yourself now, your eyes gleaming and your skin pale," she says,
her head right over Anya's shoulder. "Now picture yourself as you were
before, with clear green eyes and tawny skin. Fix that image in your mind, and
watch it come to life before your eyes."[295]
[296] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 10:25 PM)
[297] Dayla opens a chest
and unveils a mirror, setting it on the wall. She moves behind Anya,
directing her to the mirror.
"See yourself now, your eyes gleaming and your skin pale," she says,
her head right over Anya's shoulder. "Now picture yourself as you
were before, with clear green eyes and tawny skin. Fix that image in your
mind, and watch it come to life before your eyes."
[299]
Anya stared at the mirror queerly, wondering if it was really that simple. She
had witnessed the effortless change shown by her mater.
She fixed the image in her mind. She pictured her eyes the bright green she
remembered, she focused on the light tan skill she held for so long. Seconds
stretched onto minutes, and Anya began to wonder if this was some sort of
trick. It couldn't possibly be this simple.
She sighed, and was about to just toss the mirror aside, when she saw her eyes
change. The color changed tint, and lost their glow, and began to fluctuate.
Her skin began some sort of chameleon ripple, shifting along her body from a
healthy tan to her new paleness. She tilted her head at the fluctuations,
possibilities open she couldn't even understand. [300]
[301] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 01:00 AM)
[302] This time, Shaka's
throw catches the Redoran in the chest. He staggers for a step, a spear
jutting through his heart, then he pitches over, rolling to a stop.
The dreugh and betty netch finish off the last of the patrol ...
[304]
Shaka returned to Reichi and healed his wounds. "Got any potions left on
you, Reichi? My magicka's pretty depleted."
***************************
North of Bal Ur
Before they set up camp for the night, Shaka went to one knee near the fallen
Redorans. They would leave them out here, hoping it would look as if wild
animals had killed them.
Their families aren't here to pray for them, thought Shaka, so I will.
The older he got, the more second thoughts he had after battle. Taking life was
so goddamned final. What right did Shaka have to throw another being into
eternity, to some unknown fate?
He wondered sometimes if he was himself heading for Oblivion someday, and would
be judged after death.
I don't do it for pleasure, he thought. It's Duty. I serve a good people, the
people of Daruhn, and a good woman.
Lying on his bedroll that night, Shaka tried to get some sleep before he would
be wakened to take a watch. He was ashamed to admit it, but a big part of the
reason for standing watch was that he was afraid to turn his back on Goranthir.
Even after he had fought side by side with the changeling.
Shaka glanced at the wards set into his left arm like jewelled scales. They
should wake him if someone intended harm during the night. The wards were a
one-off, the creation of a Telvanni mage who had probably perished in the Blue
Dawn for all Shaka knew. They had saved his life in Dagon Fel, and in the past
before that.
He was too keyed up to sleep yet. Shaka finally permitted himself to worry over
Anya. . . .
The snake-woman wouldn't have taken Anya just to be one of the Cattle, he
thought. She must intend to Embrace the woodelf. But why? Because Anya had the
Beast Tongue, and could communicate with animals, though not as effectively as
Goranthir?
Shaka's love for Anya would paralyze him if he let it. All he could do was keep
putting one foot in front of the other.
Thinking of Anya's ability made him realize something about Goranthir. I bet
Mannimarco had no idea what Morgiah's child would be like when he made the
bargain with her, he thought. But I've heard Goran was raised by a Bosmer
nurse, who taught him the Beast Tongue.
And that's what has saved us so far, his nurse. If Goranthir hadn't been
exposed to the worship of the earth mother Nirni from infancy, Mannimarco might
have a pawn who would be far darker in nature. Maybe that's why we still trust
Geth as much as we do.
Hang on, Anya, he thought before sleeping. You must have at least a couple of
days left. [305]
[306] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 18 2005, 12:35 AM)
[307] Anya stared at the
mirror queerly, wondering if it was really that simple. She had witnessed the
effortless change shown by her mater.
She fixed the image in her mind. She pictured her eyes the bright green she
remembered, she focused on the light tan skill she held for so long. Seconds
stretched onto minutes, and Anya began to wonder if this was some sort of
trick. It couldn't possibly be this simple.
She sighed, and was about to just toss the mirror aside, when she saw her eyes
change. The color changed tint, and lost their glow, and began to fluctuate.
Her skin began some sort of chameleon ripple, shifting along her body from a
healthy tan to her new paleness. She tilted her head at the fluctuations, possibilities
open she couldn't even understand.
[309]
Dayla smiles bemusedly. "That was pretty good actually, for your very
first try," she says approvingly. "It takes a while to get the knack
down, but once you get it, it's like walking. Simple changes, like changing
your skin or eye color, those are easy - you'll be able to do those in no time.
Other things, small changes like this ..."
She holds up her hand, fingers pointed to the ceiling, and lets Anya watch as
her nails lenghten into three inch claws, wickedly sharp.
" ... are about on the same level. Next is a more overall change, like
making yourself look like an Altmer, say. That takes practice to be able to do
for long periods. Then from there ... you've seen what I can do, and I've not
yet shown you my full abilities. And I am still but a novice compared to my own
mater ..."[310]
[311] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 10:43 PM)
[312] Dayla smiles
bemusedly. "That was pretty good actually, for your very first
try," she says approvingly. "It takes a while to get the knack
down, but once you get it, it's like walking. Simple changes, like
changing your skin or eye color, those are easy - you'll be able to do those in
no time. Other things, small changes like this ..."
She holds up her hand, fingers pointed to the ceiling, and lets Anya watch as
her nails lenghten into three inch claws, wickedly sharp.
" ... are about on the same level. Next is a more overall change,
like making yourself look like an Altmer, say. That takes practice to be
able to do for long periods. Then from there ... you've seen what I can
do, and I've not yet shown you my full abilities. And I am still but a
novice compared to my own mater ..."
[314]
Anya looked toward her mater at that last part, her body swiftly reverting to
her new original state. There was more? She lifted her left arm, tightening her
lithe muscles, watching the bicep flex. What doors had been opened?
"Novice? But you can... What am I now capable of?" [315]
[316] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 18 2005, 12:47 AM)
[317] Anya looked toward her
mater at that last part, her body swiftly reverting to her new original state.
There was more? She lifted her left arm, tightening her lithe muscles, watching
the bicep flex. What doors had been opened?
"Novice? But you can... What am I now capable of?"
[319]
"Let me show you," Dayla says, smiling at Anya.
It seemed, this time, like a genuinely happy smile, from someone who was eager
to teach. And so Dayla showed Anya the extent of her new abilties, and when
Anya had seemingly learned as much as she could for then, Dayla demonstrated
what Anya could hope to achieve in time, culminating in a rather flashy disply
of shapeshifting abiltiy.
And in the end, to further demonstrate what Anya could hope to do, she
swallowed the Bosmer vampire once more, her insides this time feeling
remarkably more ... benign than they had previously. And Anya heard Dayla
mutter "You learn really quickly; at the rate you're going you'll achieve in
years what took my fellow filia decades ... woe betide anyone who tries to mess
with you, even as young as you are now." And she laughed, and cast a small
spell to make herself warm. [320]
[321] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 17 2005, 10:51 PM)
[322] "Let me show
you," Dayla says, smiling at Anya.
It seemed, this time, like a genuinely happy smile, from someone who was eager
to teach. And so Dayla showed Anya the extent of her new abilties, and
when Anya had seemingly learned as much as she could for then, Dayla
demonstrated what Anya could hope to achieve in time, culminating in a rather
flashy disply of shapeshifting abiltiy.
And in the end, to further demonstrate what Anya could hope to do, she
swallowed the Bosmer vampire once more, her insides this time feeling
remarkably more ... benign than they had previously. And Anya heard Dayla
mutter "You learn really quickly; at the rate you're going you'll achieve
in years what took my fellow filia decades ... woe betide anyone who tries to
mess with you, even as young as you are now." And she laughed, and
cast a small spell to make herself warm.
[324]
With each passing moment, Anya became more resolute. No one could hurt her now.
Stronger, faster, more capablities than ever, she would kill anyone that would
make her a victim again. Yes, this was a godsend for her. A few times, she
giggle like a little girl with a new toy when she tried a few talents.
Yes, no one could hurt her again. She'd learn to wield these powers, her mater
showing her all that could be done.
Anya curled up. She found something to keep her safe. [325]
Summary:
Kratos and his personal bodyguard of three hundred Muatramer are marching to
Telasero to strengthen the stronghold and inspect the progress of Commander
Winston.
Ivelaes remains behind at Molag Mar, in charge for now.
Astien has completed two cratefuls of potions for her Grace, the Duchess of Ald
Raathim. Everything basic ranging from cure common disease potions to potions
of water walking are contained within. He has sent them to the castle and begun
working on a fresh shipment, making the second batch better than the last. [326]
[327] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 16 2005, 08:08 PM)
[328] Isidor walked up
behind Kethiah, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"How are you?" He asked.
[330]
Dynate was pointed in the direction of Isidor,
he was talking to some lady.
with a little alchohaul in his system,
Dynate walked up behind Isidor, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"See, when a guy does it, it's just kinda awkward isnt it?" He asked.
[331]
[332] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 18 2005, 05:17 PM)
[333] Dynate was pointed in
the direction of Isdor,
he was talking to some lady.
with a little alchohaul in his system,
Dynate walked up behind Isdor, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"See, when a guy does it, it's just kinda awkward isnt it?" He asked.
[335]
Isidor's first reaction when someone he didn't know put his hand on his
shoulder was to punch him in the face, but that didn't look good in a tavern
that he owned.
"Can I help you?"[336]
[337] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 18 2005, 06:23 PM)
[338] Isidor's first
reaction when someone he didn't know put his hand on his shoulder was to punch
him in the face, but that didn't look good in a tavern that he owned.
"Can I help you?"
[340]
Dynate saw the pissed expression on Isidors face.
hahahaha dont worry about it partner, im just kiddin, dont mind me.
Uh, I was told by Bob over there, to come to ya and see if u had some space
open here. [341]
[342] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 18 2005, 05:34 PM)
[343] Dynate saw the pissed
expression on Isidors face.
hahahaha dont worry about it partner, im just kiddin, dont mind me.
Uh, I was told by Bob over there, to come to ya and see if u had some space
open here.
[345]
"Oh ..." Isidor made a mental note to tell Bob not to offer any more
positions. "Well, we could use another bar hand, if you're interested.
Good pay, room above the bar. Sound good?" [346]
Yes sir, thank you.
When would u like me to begin? [347]
[348] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 18 2005, 05:41 PM)
[349] Yes sir, thank you.
When would u like me to begin?
[351]
"Tommorrow will be fine." Isidor replied with a smile.
Cidala tapped her foot impatiently. Where was Diamond? Her shift was starting
soon, and Cidala wanted to get off. She left someone else at the bar, and went
to look for Diamond. [352]
Diamond was nowhere to
be found. She wasn't in the kitchens, the Nymph, the Noggin, or any bedroom.
A friend volunteered to check the castle and the studio, but came back with
negative results. Razbiah hadn't seen Diamond in a while, and the studio was
eerily empty and disturbed. [353]
[354] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 18 2005, 05:46 PM)
[355] Diamond was nowhere to
be found. She wasn't in the kitchens, the Nymph, the Noggin, or any bedroom.
A friend volunteered to check the castle and the studio, but came back with
negative results. Razbiah hadn't seen Diamond in a while, and the studio was
eerily empty and disturbed.
[357]
Cidala was concerned now. She went to Isidor with the information and they both
agreed that this was cause for worry. Isidor went to report a missing person to
the guards. [358]
Ald Raathim
Astien was in need of a break, he had been making potions all night.
The door to the Mages Guild swung open and he stepped out onto the street. He
figured that the Duchess had received the potions by now and they would last
her quite awhile.
He walked around for awhile, looking for social interaction of any kind; he
hadn't spoken with anyone in an entire day, cooped up in the Guild, mixing and
bottling potions. [359]
[360] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 17 2005, 10:18 PM)
[361] "Once Dar'Tessir drops these off," He holds the books up a bit,"We can go."
[363]
"Alright then," Reeds replied, "I'll lock up while you go drop
those off and we'll meet at the mages guild."
*three hours later....*
Reeds, having just exercised one of the many benefits of owning your own
buisness, arrived at the mages guild. A small sack of spare clothing, his
travelling cloak, and his sabre the only indications of anything out of the
ordinary.
Arriving a bit early, he sits down and waits for Dar'Tessir. [364]
[365] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 18 2005, 06:49 PM)
[366] Cidala was concerned now. She went to Isidor with the information and they both agreed that this was cause for worry. Isidor went to report a missing person to the guards.
[368]
The lithe, unassuming Dilave Othren takes Isidor's report, a frown on her face.
"Diamond?" she says. "Her parents made a row some months back
about her going back with them to High Rock, didn't they?" She frowns a
bit. "Had Diamond been acting unusually over the past few days, or had any
of your patrons given any reason to believe they'd come after her?"[369]
Dynate rounded a
corner jumped in the air "WOOOOO!"
hugged a female bar patron, and went to the mage guild table.
When he got there, he felt bad for his guar.
It was raining out, and the guilds stables where ment to keep animals in for a
little while at most.
Half the guars body was exposed to the rain.
He grabbed the bridal, and led it to the noggin's stabels, placed him in a warm
stall with hay for it to sleep on.
Man was he set.
Taking the baskets off the guar, he unpacked the belongings in his room.
Pretty small but did that even matter?
After changing into some dry cloths Dyn walked to the barracks, he wanted to
talk to his comander, see whats up with the army and what not. [370]
[371] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 18 2005, 07:02 PM)
[372] After changing into some dry cloths Dyn walked to the barracks, he wanted to talk to his comander, see whats up with the army and what not.
[374]
Slashes-With-Claws was just finishing up with a training session. "Ahh,
you have returned. A little late today for training though. Are you ready to
join?" [375]
[376] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 18 2005, 07:13 PM)
[377] Slashes-With-Claws was just finishing up with a training session. "Ahh, you have returned. A little late today for training though. Are you ready to join?"
[379]
Dyl walked into the sparing room.
"Ha seems good so far, but I gotta see how good u are in fighting, if im
riskin my ass to be fighting with you over protecting this place."
He paced over to a wepons rack, grabbed a staff, and smirked at
Slashes-with-claws... [380]
[381] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 18 2005, 05:58 PM)
[382] The lithe, unassuming
Dilave Othren takes Isidor's report, a frown on her face.
"Diamond?" she says. "Her parents made a row some months
back about her going back with them to High Rock, didn't they?" She
frowns a bit. "Had Diamond been acting unusually over the past few
days, or had any of your patrons given any reason to believe they'd come after
her?"
[384]
"No ..." Isidor said, with an unsure frown. "She's been acting
usually from what I can tell. And yes, her parents started a bit of a
commotion." [385]
[386] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 18 2005, 07:27 PM)
[387] "No ..." Isidor said, with an unsure frown. "She's been acting usually from what I can tell. And yes, her parents started a bit of a commotion."
[389]
"I see," Dilave muses. "I'll look into this, serjo, you can rely
on us."
Dilave excuses herself and makes her way to Diamond's shop, casually walking
around the building before going in and chatting with people, asking if they've
seen Diamond lately or what the latest bit of news was.[390]
The first thing Dilave
could see when entering Diamond’s studio was that the doorknob was damaged,
clearly from forced entry. A few pieces of furniture were knocked over on the
ground floor.
Upstairs, there were further signs that something was wrong. There was a
painting that appeared to be of the Grand Duchess in progress, but colors were
smeared over it – there was a large red stain across Loranna’s face as though
someone had thrown a whole bucket onto the painting in a hurry.
There were clear signs of a struggle. Bedsheets were thrown aside and torn
hastily as though Diamond had been awoken in her sleep.
There were singe marks where a minor fire spell may have been thrown; mud was
spattered around.
Lying to one side was a small, cheap dagger, bent out of shape, with blood on
its blade; strangely, there was no other blood staining the walls or floor.[391]
[392] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 18 2005, 07:19 PM)
[393] Dyl walked into the
sparing room.
"Ha seems good so far, but I gotta see how good u are in fighting, if im
riskin my ass to be fighting with you over protecting this place."
He paced over to a wepons rack, grabbed a staff, and smirked at
Slashes-with-claws...
[395]
Dyl's actions angered Slashes-With-Claws. Mouthing off to your commander was
something he would not tolorate. He growled at Dyl, "I will show you what
that attitude gets you in the army warmblood. Allow me to prepare."
Slashes took off his argonian uniform, and put on some cheap pants, the softskins
had odd taboos concearning pants. He picked up a similar staff, he probably
could hae taken Dyl unarmed, but no point in taking a chance getting beaten
trying to show off.
Slashes stands, holding the staff like a spear. "I am ready."
Slases waited for Dyl to make the first move. His skills and instincts allowing
him to dodge expertly, and strike back with his own staff, connecting on Dyl's
leg. The fight does not last very long, Slashes dodges or blocks every one of
Dyl's moves while making several hits. Finally he makes an expert dodge to the
side, leaving Dyl open. Slashes's staff hits Dyl in the arm, there is an
audible crack. Dyl clutches his arm and drops the staff.
"Your skills need work warmblood." Slashes says, showing extra teeth.
"There are very important skills other than combat that you will learn as
well." He takes Dyl's arm rather roughly and sets the bone in place,
causing pain to shot through Dyl. A blue glow spreads from Slashes hands, the
bone fuses back together, as good as if it was never broken.
He glared at Dyl, giving him a look like a predator ready to tear him apart.
"I expect you to learn these skills, and I expect more respect from you.
Dicipline and order are cruicial in the army. If they are lost, the enemy will
have the advantage, and they will do much more then break a bone. Is that clear
soldier?" [396]
[397] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 18 2005, 07:39 PM)
[398] The first thing Dilave
could see when entering Diamond’s studio was that the doorknob was damaged,
clearly from forced entry. A few pieces of furniture were knocked over on the
ground floor.
Upstairs, there were further signs that something was wrong. There was a
painting that appeared to be of the Grand Duchess in progress, but colors were
smeared over it – there was a large red stain across Loranna’s face as though
someone had thrown a whole bucket onto the painting in a hurry.
There were clear signs of a struggle. Bedsheets were thrown aside and torn
hastily as though Diamond had been awoken in her sleep.
There were singe marks where a minor fire spell may have been thrown; mud was
spattered around.
Lying to one side was a small, cheap dagger, bent out of shape, with blood on
its blade; strangely, there was no other blood staining the walls or floor.
[400]
First things first; Dilave calls for two guards outside Diamond's shop and
tells them to start a search for the missing artist, and to inquire at the city
gates, harbors, and mage guild about anyone suspisicious trying to enter or
leave the city.
Next, she tries to re-assemble what had happened in her mind. The kidnapper
clearly forced his or her way in; there may have been more than one. From the
bedsheets it seemed obvious that Diamond had been sleeping at the time she was
taken - but there was paint on the new painting, so the fight had to have
spilled out of her bedroom and into her studio ...
There was fire used, mud on the floor. The mud didn't look to her like local
mud - the color was different fro mwhat she was used to. That suggested someone
who came in via guild guide from someplace other than northeast Morrowind.
A bent, bloody dagger; not much blood on the floor, though, which was odd.
Perhaps the bleeding person got off a healing spell or used a healing item as
soon as they were stabbed, though you'd think there'd be some trace of blood
...
Dilave begins examining the room from top to bottom, trying to put together the
pieces.[401]
[402] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 18 2005, 07:48 PM)
[403] Dyl's actions angered
Slashes-With-Claws. Mouthing off to your commander was something he would
not tolorate. He growled at Dyl, "I will show you what that attitude
gets you in the army warmblood. Allow me to prepare." Slashes
took off his argonian uniform, and put on some cheap pants, the softskins had
odd taboos concearning pants. He picked up a similar staff, he probably
could hae taken Dyl unarmed, but no point in taking a chance getting beaten
trying to show off.
Slashes stands, holding the staff like a spear. "I am ready."
Slases waited for Dyl to make the first move. His skills and instincts
allowing him to dodge expertly, and strike back with his own staff, connecting
on Dyl's leg. The fight does not last very long, Slashes dodges or blocks
every one of Dyl's moves while making several hits. Funally he makes an
expert dodge to the side, leaving Dyl open. Slashes's staff hits Dyl in
the arm, there is an audible crack. Dyl clutches his arm and drops the
staff.
"Your skills need work warmblood." Slashes says, showing extra
teeth. "There are very important skills other than combat that you
will learn as well." He takes Dyl's arm rather roughly and sets the
bone in place, causing pain to shot through Dyl. A blue glow spreads from
Slashes hands, the bone fuses back together, as good as if it was never broken.
He glared at Dyl, giving him a look like a predator ready to tear him
apart. "I expect you to learn these skills, and I expect more
respect from you. Dicipline and order are cruicial in the army. If
they are lost, the enemy will have the advantage, and they will do much more
then break a bone. Is that clear soldier?"
[405]
Dynate was blown away at the speed and persistence of Slashes.
"Yes sir, Im sorry of the rudeness, it wasnt intended as an insult to you
or your comand over this army. It is a cultural divide I think is the problem
here. It isnt un-comon to see generals laughing along with recruits making fun
of one another."
Dyn picked himself up, stretched his arm a bit.
"Ill be sure to practise a bit more." [406]
[407] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 18 2005, 02:20 AM)
[408] Summary:
Kratos and his personal bodyguard of three hundred Muatramer are marching to
Telasero to strengthen the stronghold and inspect the progress of Commander
Winston.
[410]
Summary
“Greetings Kratos, I had just received word that you were coming.” Mr. Winston
said as he acknowledges Kratos with a slight nod.
Meanwhile, in the Nymph and Noggin, Dane is having a few tankards of mead. [411]
[412] QUOTE(niceguy5 @ Dec 18 2005, 05:59 PM)
[413] Summary
“Greetings Kratos, I had just received word that you were coming.” Mr. Winston
said as he acknowledges Kratos with a slight nod.
Meanwhile, in the Nymph and Noggin, Dane is having a few tankards of mead.
[415]
Kratos removed his bronze helm, giving the room a authoritive glance.
"How have things been going, Commander?" He asked, dusting some ash
off of his pauldron. [416]
[417] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 18 2005, 08:48 PM)
[418] "Ill be sure to practise a bit more."
[420]
"You will, if you expect to survive your first battle." Slashes
walked away and stopped at the door, "Get your softskins to the
quartermaster for your equipment, barracks assignment, and duties." He
left, confident that Dynate would not be so quick to mouth off to his superior
officers. [421]
[422] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 18 2005, 08:04 PM)
[423] Kratos removed his
bronze helm, giving the room a authoritive glance.
"How have things been going, Commander?" He asked, dusting some ash
off of his pauldron.
[425]
“Well, I suppose…” He said, gesturing Lord Kratos to walk with him “we haven’t
had any problems maintaining the stronghold; nothing that is worth concerning
about.” He said smirking. [426]
[427] QUOTE(niceguy5 @ Dec 18 2005, 06:12 PM)
[428] “Well, I suppose…” He said, gesturing Lord Kratos to walk with him “we haven’t had any problems maintaining the stronghold; nothing that is worth concerning about.” He said smirking.
[430]
"I'm glad to hear it, Commander. Concerning our new base here, I want to
make sure we keep it; I have a feeling that many battles are on the way."
He stated, wearing a serious look on his face.
[431]
[432] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 18 2005, 08:20 PM)
[433] "I'm glad to hear it, Commander. Concerning our new base here, I want to make sure we keep it; I have a feeling that many battles are on the way." He stated, wearing a serious look on his face.
[435]
"Yes, indeed general." Looking over the battlements, Commander
Winston spotted a slight pick up in the air. " Seems there's an ash storm
brewing up, care to go inside?"
And he was right. [436]
[437] QUOTE(niceguy5 @ Dec 18 2005, 06:24 PM)
[438] "Yes, indeed
general." Looking over the battlements, Commander Winston spotted a slight
pick up in the air. " Seems there's an ash storm brewing up, care to go
inside?"
And he was right.
[440]
"I was planning on staying for a few days, Ivelaes can handle Molag Mar
for now, and if anything goes wrong, Teras would notify me." said Kratos,
motioning for Winston to head into the stronghold. [441]
[442] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 18 2005, 06:52 PM)
[443] Dilave begins examining the room from top to bottom, trying to put together the pieces.
[445]
This is what Diamond's house looks like: Downstairs there's storage, a kitchen
a bathroom/privy and some small space for entertaining people - couches etc.
Upstairs, there's one big room that's partitioned into the bedroom area,
adjacent to the stairs, and the studio, which is away from the stairs
---------------------------------------------------------
The mud on the floor seemed to follow a particular pattern. First, on the
bottom floor and up the stairs, there were light, delicate footprints.
Surrounding each were a few more mud-drops that had to have come from dripping,
and not being shaken off.
The tracks stopped around the bed, where there was a little pool of mud. Then
they started to jumble and double back along themselves. The bent dagger was
between the bed and the wall, where it had been left.
Following the mud along the bedroom area to the studio portion of the second
floor, the tracks became heavier and wider spaced.
In the studio itself, things began to change drastically. The room was really
just a large alcove separated by a screen from the bedroom. Buckets of paint
had been kicked over in a pool, and two different sets of footprints became
evident: one matched with the heavy footprints from the bedroom, and the other
was made by lighter and smaller-footed person.
One bucket of paint lay apart from the others: the red which had hit the portrait
square in the face. It had been thrown, evidently - but as a signal or a
weapon? In any case, the trajectory of red paint seems to have been unfettered
by the presence of some target.
There was a window adjacent to the canvas; it was locked from the inside.
Only one set of footprints - the heavier set - led back from the studio down
the stairs. [446]
[447] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 18 2005, 09:44 PM)
[448] This is what Diamond's
house looks like: Downstairs there's storage, a kitchen a bathroom/privy and
some small space for entertaining people - couches etc. Upstairs, there's one
big room that's partitioned into the bedroom area, adjacent to the stairs, and
the studio, which is away from the stairs
---------------------------------------------------------
The mud on the floor seemed to follow a particular pattern. First, on the
bottom floor and up the stairs, there were light, delicate footprints.
Surrounding each were a few more mud-drops that had to have come from dripping,
and not being shaken off.
The tracks stopped around the bed, where there was a little pool of mud. Then
they started to jumble and double back along themselves. The bent dagger was
between the bed and the wall, where it had been left.
Following the mud along the bedroom area to the studio portion of the second
floor, the tracks became heavier and wider spaced.
In the studio itself, things began to change drastically. The room was really
just a large alcove separated by a screen from the bedroom. Buckets of paint
had been kicked over in a pool, and two different sets of footprints became
evident: one matched with the heavy footprints from the bedroom, and the other
was made by lighter and smaller-footed person.
One bucket of paint lay apart from the others: the red which had hit the
portrait square in the face. It had been thrown, evidently - but as a signal or
a weapon? In any case, the trajectory of red paint seems to have been
unfettered by the presence of some target.
There was a window adjacent to the canvas; it was locked from the inside.
Only one set of footprints - the heavier set - led back from the studio down
the stairs.
[450]
It seemed there was just one assailant, going by the footprints. Someone who
had come in from a muddy place, probably where it had been raining. She was
sure the mid wasn't native to Morrowind, but she'd have to ask others to tell
where it was from. She'd also need to ask around to see when was the last time
anyone had seen Diamond enter her home.
The prints seemed to tell an obvious story up until the studio. The intruder
forced their way in, crept as quietly as possible. The prints were a bit too
messed up to tell exact detail but she knew enough to tell whoever broke in
wasn't a lightweight. So, intruder breaks in, hovers over Diamond's bed.
There's a struggle; perhaps Diamond stabs the intruder while he's struggling to
get her out of her sheets. She gets away and runs; the dagger gets thrown
aside, ruined - and, apparently, useless in stopping the intruder. Magic of some
sort had to have been used - there was signs of a fire spell as well.
So, in the studio, there's a confused struggle, and someone throws paint - but,
at the picture, not at the other person. That was odd; if it was Diamond who
did it, what was she trying to achomplish? Send a warning to Her Grace? If it
was the intruder, what motive would he (or she) have? A grudge against the
Duchess?
The window was still locked; Diamond might have meant to escape via it, but the
tracks didn't suggest a struggle happening by the window. In fact, the biggest
struggle seemed to have happened ... by the paints, on the far wall.
Divale frowns; she couldn't figure out what was up with the paint - though, it
seemed logical that the intruder's goal was to get Diamond, so why would he or
she waste time throwing paint at a portrait of Loranna when the Nordic barmaid
was putting up a struggle? So probably, it was Diamond who threw the paint, and
this being her studio, she'd know it well enough that the choice of red could
have been itself deliberate ...
She would need to make a report to Her Grace, and knowing Her Grace, she'd want
to look at the scene of the crime herself. Divale turns and tells a junior
guard to fetch the Duchess, if she isn't on her way already. There were bystanders
who needed to be questioned, as well ...
OOC: http://photobucket.com/albums/v320/ithilbeam/Diamondroom.jpg, for those of
you who like to follow along and see if you can figure it out before the
detectives![451] [452] [453]
Daytime.
The three guar riders crossed the bridge over Lake Masobi south of Bal Ur,
heading west and avoiding Suran. Shaka looked over his shoulder at the city to
see how much remained from before Red Mountain's destruction.
Gateway to the Ascadian Isles, he mused to himself. As far as he could tell,
Suran was rebuilding, though she had lost a few of the hillside villas Suran
was famous for.
They halted at an abandoned plantation not far southwest from the bridge. Shaka
stretched his legs and studied the plantation's dock, which still stood. He
could cast Water Walk to cross south to the land on which Ald Sotha stood,
though it was still out of view. But he wasn't sure how Reichi and Goranthir
would cross. Shaka waited to hear Goranthir's plans.
[454]
Dyn limped over to the
quarter master,
He gave Dynate a serious face, as he handed him the recruit curius, greaves,
helmet, and pauldrons.
"Hey I thought I was a scout."
The quatermaster looked him up and down.
"By the looks of it you are, u need to put on a bit more muscle before you
can be a soldier."
Dynate shrugged "Dosent that mean I get the scout leather armour?"
The quarter master smiled.
"Unless you come here with a note of tramsition, u have to build yourself
from the ground up. Recruit."
Dynate thought it threw "....so rank isnt carried over?"
"What did I just say! Now your partol route shall be on the docks at 7am
to 2pm. Than scrubbing the floors from 2pm to 4pm untill further notice."
Dyl looked at him wide eyed.
"But that gives me two hours off before an entire night shift at the
noggin!"
The qaurter master shruged "Weekends off."
Dynate thought to himself "Better get promoted quik."
He headed back to the nogging bruised and tired.
"Oh I forgot." said the gaurd.
He tossed him a twin set of Imperial short swords.
"Now get to bed recruit, you have a long morning tomarrow." [455]
[456] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 18 2005, 07:38 PM)
[457] Daytime.
The three guar riders crossed the bridge over Lake Masobi south of Bal
Ur, heading west and avoiding Suran. Shaka looked over his shoulder at
the city to see how much remained from before Red Mountain's destruction.
Gateway to the Ascadian Isles, he mused to himself. As far as he could
tell, Suran was rebuilding, though she had lost a few of the hillside villas
Suran was famous for.
They halted at an abandoned plantation not far southwest from the bridge.
Shaka stretched his legs and studied the plantation's dock, which still
stood. He could cast Water Walk to cross south to the land on which Ald
Sotha stood, though it was still out of view. But he wasn't sure how
Reichi and Goranthir would cross. Shaka waited to hear Goranthir's plans.
[459]
At Goranthir's signal, six Cliffracers flew over the lake towards Ald Sotha.
They were the only creatures who could scout the area, and even they would not
get too close.
After a few hours, they returned, and Goranthir heard their response.
"We are in good position," he said. "There is still much activity
going on in Ald Sotha, but it is concentrated to the south and east. Something
-- it is not clear what -- is going into the water there ... But we should be
fine for an approach if we move quietly."
[460]
Morning came quikly,
Dynate woke himself, suited up in the heavy guard uniform, holstered both
swords to his waist, not that he'd need them on dock duty, and headed out the
door.
The heavy fog of morning swep across the docks.
Dynate couldnt even see where he was walking, thus falling in a few times.
The day consisted of killing off mudcrabs that found a way onto the dock, and
listening to sailor complain about other boats parked too close to there
briggs. [461]
Isidor went to find Kethiah, wanting to talk to her about the wedding. [462]
[463] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 19 2005, 06:10 PM)
[464] Isidor went to find Kethiah, wanting to talk to her about the wedding.
[466]
Kethiah came in the front door, clearly in a bad mood. She had been feeling
poorly lately, which may have been the reason.
[467]
[468] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Dec 19 2005, 01:38 PM)
[469] At Goranthir's signal,
six Cliffracers flew over the lake towards Ald Sotha. They were the only
creatures who could scout the area, and even they would not get too
close.
After a few hours, they returned, and Goranthir heard their response.
"We are in good position," he said. "There is still much
activity going on in Ald Sotha, but it is concentrated to the south and
east. Something -- it is not clear what -- is going into the water there
... But we should be fine for an approach if we move quietly."
[471]
The three crossed Lake Masobi with the help of the dreugh. Shaka found himself
on the opposite shore, at an equally deserted former plantation. The Ascadian
Isles had once been arguably the most pleasant region in Vvardenfell, but were
rebuilding as all places were.
Shaka hiked south to Ald Sotha, keeping a wary eye out for inhabitants.
[472]
[473] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 19 2005, 07:40 PM)
[474] The three crossed Lake
Masobi with the help of the dreugh. Shaka found himself on the opposite
shore, at an equally deserted former plantation. The Ascadian Isles had
once been arguably the most pleasant region in Vvardenfell, but were rebuilding
as all places were.
Shaka hiked south to Ald Sotha, keeping a wary eye out for inhabitants.
[476]
The twisted ruins of Ald Sotha had been unearthed since the days of the Blue
Dawn, and now stood tall and mighty, even bigger than before. Evidentally much
reconstruction had been done.
Before Shaka had gotten too far, he could hear a faint noise. It was actually
several noises in harmony: whirs, gears switching, metal against metal.
There was a great deal of dust around the ruins. Troops were evident, though it
was difficult to tell how many. Hundreds, at least.
[477]
Dar'Tessir left Leaves
of Letters and headed toward the school.
When he reached the door he tried to straighten up a bit. He dusted off his
poncho and made sure his mustache was neat. He nonetheless doubted mistress
Delevasa... Delvesa... the Headmistress, would find him to be a particularly
respectable looking person. He stood up straight and walked in. He asked an
older student for directions and followed them until he reached a door. He
knocked and opened it a small amount.
"Headmistress? Dar'Tessir has the books you wanted." [478]
[479] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 07:58 PM)
[480] The twisted ruins of
Ald Sotha had been unearthed since the days of the Blue Dawn, and now stood
tall and mighty, even bigger than before. Evidentally much reconstruction
had been done.
Before Shaka had gotten too far, he could hear a faint noise. It was
actually several noises in harmony: whirs, gears switching, metal against
metal.
There was a great deal of dust around the ruins. Troops were evident,
though it was difficult to tell how many. Hundreds, at least.
[482]
The three travellers crept through the brush to get a closer view.
Machinery? thought Shaka. Had the warrior Houses discovered a level of dwemer
ruins under the daedric architecture? Or could this even be descended from the
mechanist Sotha Sil's time?
[483]
[484] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 19 2005, 07:03 PM)
[485] Dar'Tessir left Leaves
of Letters and headed toward the school.
When he reached the door he tried to straighten up a bit. He dusted off his
poncho and made sure his mustache was neat. He nonetheless doubted
mistress Delevasa... Delvesa... the Headmistress, would find him to be a
particularly respectable looking person. He stood up straight and walked
in. He asked an older student for directions and followed them until he
reached a door. He knocked and opened it a small amount.
"Headmistress? Dar'Tessir has the books you wanted."
[487]
Mistress Dalavesa Rathryon was sitting behind a desk, papers piled up high,
several ink wells standing at one edge and many quills lying about. She looked
up from one paper in front of her, on which she just scribbled a note in red
ink. A confused look crossed her face, then followed by a frown.
"You're too old for a student. Books? What books?", she asked. [488]
Anya twitched. She
hurt. The pit of her stomach was aching. She couldn't remember her last meal,
from... when? Her eyes narrowed, it was hazy, and another slight pang ran
through her. Enough to be more than an annoyance.
The faint smell of copper caused her nose to wiggle, despite not smelling a
thing. It was a new sensation covering her familar one. Anya licked her fangs. [489]
[490] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 19 2005, 08:12 PM)
[491] The three travellers
crept through the brush to get a closer view.
Machinery? thought Shaka. Had the warrior Houses discovered a level
of dwemer ruins under the daedric architecture? Or could this even be
descended from the mechanist Sotha Sil's time?
[493]
There was too much dust to see what was happening, but the cliffracers had been
right: most of the movement was centered around the southern side of the ruins.
There were troops in formation around the nothern side, but they were much
fewer in number. There were also lights in the towers on the ruin.
Goranthir pointed up to the towers. "If we could get in there, we would
have a better vantage ... And we'd be closer to Anya."[494]
[495] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 19 2005, 08:20 PM)
[496] Anya twitched. She
hurt. The pit of her stomach was aching. She couldn't remember her last meal,
from... when? Her eyes narrowed, it was hazy, and another slight pang ran
through her. Enough to be more than an annoyance.
The faint smell of copper caused her nose to wiggle, despite not smelling a
thing. It was a new sensation covering her familar one. Anya licked her fangs.
[498]
Dalya places a hand on her distended stomach. " ... Hunger setting
in?" she asks Anya. "All right, I'll go get you a slave to feed
on."
She slithers out of her room quietly, fading into invisibility as she does,
looking for a good, hearty meal for her filia ...[499]
[500] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:22 PM)
[501] There was too much
dust to see what was happening, but the cliffracers had been right: most of the
movement was centered around the southern side of the ruins. There were
troops in formation around the nothern side, but they were much fewer in
number. There were also lights in the towers on the ruin.
Goranthir pointed up to the towers. "If we could get in there, we would
have a better vantage ... And we'd be closer to Anya."
[503]
Shaka had taken some bonemold armor from the dead Redorans; it seemed time to
drop the facade of slave. He put on paldrons, cuirass and greaves before
proceeding.
[504]
[505] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 05:28 PM)
[506] Kethiah came in the front door, clearly in a bad mood. She had been feeling poorly lately, which may have been the reason.
[508]
Isidor walked over to her, and kissed her. "What's wrong?" He asked
her, in a concerned tone. [509]
[510] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 19 2005, 08:30 PM)
[511] Isidor walked over to her, and kissed her. "What's wrong?" He asked her, in a concerned tone.
[513]
"You know I wasn't feeling well," Kethiah frowned, shaking her head.
"I was afraid there was something wrong, and I went to the healer at the
temple. She gave me a little too much information about our baby."
[514]
When Diamond awoke,
she was blindfolded, gagged, and tied up. She was incapable of doing anything
but observing, and thinking.
So she thought, and she observed: apparently she was slung over someone's shoulder;
whoever this person was he (well it seemed male anyway) was walking at a fair
pace, completely silent.
She thought back to what had happened. [515]
[516] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 07:32 PM)
[517] "You know I wasn't feeling well," Kethiah frowned, shaking her head. "I was afraid there was something wrong, and I went to the healer at the temple. She gave me a little too much information about our baby."
[519]
Isidor's expression turned to a blank stare. "What? What's wrong?" [520]
[521] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 19 2005, 08:30 PM)
[522] Shaka had taken some
bonemold armor from the dead Redorans; it seemed time to drop the facade of
slave. He put on paldrons, cuirass and greaves before proceeding.
Loranna had given them potions, so the three used levitation potions and
silently drifted up the darkest side of a tower, keeping out of the enemies'
lights as much as possible.
[524]
Goranthir had taken a sword as well, and held it as expertly as he ever had. A
patrol passed over the ramparts of the darkest tower, but the three waited
beneath the wall until they had passed, and then drifted onto the stone. They
were two hundred feet above the ground, on the walkway between two dark towers.
There were lights in both. [525]
[526] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 07:15 PM)
[527] Mistress Dalavesa
Rathryon was sitting behind a desk, papers piled up high, several ink wells
standing at one edge and many quills lying about. She looked up from one paper
in front of her, on which she just scribbled a note in red ink. A confused look
crossed her face, then followed by a frown.
"You're too old for a student. Books? What books?", she asked.
[529]
Dar'Tessir stepped fully inside the office, looking slightly puzzled,
"Dar'Tessir was told by a master Nalion to copy "ABC's for
Barbarians" for the school. Dar'Tessir has them." He omitted
apologising for his lateness, if she had forgotten about the books entirely she
surley would not know he was late. [530]
[531] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 19 2005, 08:35 PM)
[532] Isidor's expression turned to a blank stare. "What? What's wrong?"
[534]
Kethiah looked at Isidor curiously, and then laughed. "Oh, oh my darling,
I'm so sorry. Nothing's wrong with, well, him. Except they told me it's going
to be a boy, and I didn't want to know ... And now you know ..."[535]
[536] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:35 PM)
[537] Goranthir had taken a sword as well, and held it as expertly as he ever had. A patrol passed over the ramparts of the darkest tower, but the three waited beneath the wall until they had passed, and then drifted onto the stone. They were two hundred feet above the ground, on the walkway between two dark towers. There were lights in both.
[539]
Shaka used the Amulet of Shadows, and the other two had chameleon potions. They
chose a tower at random and crept closer.[540]
Ald Slotha, slyvos'
little project-
--------------------------------------------
Slyvos was currently shirtless, with slave bracers, that he had by now figured
out how to deactivate. It wasn't so hard, if you knew how enchantments like
that worked.
He was currently wandering the area of the ruins that to he was told to avoid,
making sure to keep out of sight. note to self, incinerate the slave masters
when done here... what's this? A small amount of troops were all he could
see... [541]
[542] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 19 2005, 08:38 PM)
[543] Shaka used the Amulet of Shadows, and the other two had chameleon potions. They chose a tower at random and crept closer.
[545]
Goranthir looked over his shoulder. His cliffracers were still there, far
enough away that they wouldn't attract attention, but close enough that they
could come in, and provide distraction or support as needed ...
They were moving towards the tower the patrol had come out of. There were still
voices within they could hear.
[546]
Reichi was unused to the medium weight of Bonemold armor, esspecially sneaking in it, though the potion helped. But if things got physical, the armor would be invaluable. Reichi had drawn Bloodfang again, the Shortsword's greatest assest would be its' enchantment. Reichi loved absorb enchantments, particulary the absorb health, which Bloodfang bore, and was aptly named for. For every wound his opponent took, he would be healed. [547]
[548] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 07:35 PM)
[549] Goranthir had taken a sword as well, and held it as expertly as he ever had. A patrol passed over the ramparts of the darkest tower, but the three waited beneath the wall until they had passed, and then drifted onto the stone. They were two hundred feet above the ground, on the walkway between two dark towers. There were lights in both.
[551]
Nalion, who, after his conversation with Loranna, had traveled to Vvardenfell
via guild guide like Shaka, Anya and Reichi had days before. Having the
information Shaka had relayed to Loranna via the magical mirror, Nalion knew
the direction where they were headed. After he had found the tracks left by
Goranthir's many animals, he found it easy to follow them, even with his small
skills in tracking.
Swift and unseen by prying eyes by the effects of spells, Nalion had joined the
group around Goranthir as they approached Ald Sotha. After offering his help
and explaining his presence, he closed in at Ald Sotha.
The mage was troubled by Goranthir's appearance and manners, but held back any
comments, wanting to see first and then come to a solution. However, the memory
of his vision felt fresh now, after seeing Goranthir. It sent cold ripples down
his spine. He had considered Goranthir a friend, and seeing him now made him
fear for him.
With a frown on his brow, he followed Goranthir. [552]
[553] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 19 2005, 08:40 PM)
[554] Ald Slotha, slyvos'
little project-
--------------------------------------------
Slyvos was currently shirtless, with slave bracers, that he had by now figured
out how to deactivate. It wasn't so hard, if you knew how enchantments like
that worked.
He was currently wandering the area of the ruins that to he was told to
avoid, making sure to keep out of sight. note to self, incinerate the slave
masters when done here... what's this? A small amount of troops were all he
could see...
[556]
The guards in the northern tower were attentive and alert, knowing the
importance of vigilence. Still, this part of the old ruin had a bad reputation;
slaves who were sent to these parts did not return to the general work areas,
and whispers abound that the old ghosts of Ald Sotha had taken up refuge in the
northern tower. Thus, they peered into every shadow, though with eyes that
spoke of a desire not to find anything ...
Dayla was achomplished at moving stealthily, even in her preferred snake-woman
form; she passes up on the guards, knowing them to be too dangerous to try and
take for Anya - but she spots a slave wandering around, and smiles invisibly to
herself. Even from her, she could smell the strength of his blood; he would
make a fine meal for her filia.
Slowly, she started following Slyvos, waiting until he presented himself in the
perfect time to grab him.[557]
[558] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 19 2005, 07:36 PM)
[559] Dar'Tessir stepped fully inside the office, looking slightly puzzled, "Dar'Tessir was told by a master Nalion to copy "ABC's for Barbarians" for the school. Dar'Tessir has them." He omitted apologising for his lateness, if she had forgotten about the books entirely she surley would not know he was late.
[561]
Dalavesa frowned again, then seemed to think of something. Searching through
her papers, she picked up a note and read it.
"Ah, those books!", she said, obviously remembering now, then
Dalavesa looked sharply at Dar'Tessir.
"You're late.", the Dunmer woman stated in a matter-of-fact tone. [562]
[563] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 07:37 PM)
[564] Kethiah looked at Isidor curiously, and then laughed. "Oh, oh my darling, I'm so sorry. Nothing's wrong with, well, him. Except they told me it's going to be a boy, and I didn't want to know ... And now you know ..."
[566]
Isidor let out of a deep sigh of relief, and laughed. "You had me worried
... I thought something had happened to the baby. What would you like as a
name, seeing as we know it's a boy now?" [567]
[568] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 08:46 PM)
[569] With a frown on his brow, he followed Goranthir.
[571]
The tower door led to a winding stairwell up and down. The voices were coming
from below, quite a distance away, but the light was shining from both
directions.
Goranthir slowly began the climb up the stairs.[572]
[573] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 07:50 PM)
[574] Dalavesa frowned
again, then seemed to think of something. Searching through her papers, she
picked up a note and read it.
"Ah, those books!", she said, obviously remembering now, then
Dalavesa looked sharply at Dar'Tessir.
"You're late.", the Dunmer woman stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
[576]
Dar'Tessir's face twitched, stiffling a hiss of disapointment.
"Dar'Tessir is sorry, the pictures took some time." He put the books
on her desk and and stood back a little. He hadn't ever had a real job before
and was wondering if he should wait or ask to be paid. [577]
[578] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 19 2005, 08:52 PM)
[579] Isidor let out of a deep sigh of relief, and laughed. "You had me worried ... I thought something had happened to the baby. What would you like as a name, seeing as we know it's a boy now?"
[581]
"I'm sorry, I realized that was what you were thinking only after I scared
you," Kethiah grinned. "No, he's fine. I was trying the same herbal
tea as Loranna uses, but we have a little different needs and tolerances it
seems ... As far as the name goes, I don't know ... You have any Nordic traditions
you want to follow?"
[582]
[583] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:52 PM)
[584] The tower door led to
a winding stairwell up and down. The voices were coming from below, quite
a distance away, but the light was shining from both directions.
Goranthir slowly began the climb up the stairs.
[586]
Shaka decided to stay with Goranthir; they could always try downstairs after
investigating the upper tower.[587]
[588] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 07:52 PM)
[589] The tower door led to
a winding stairwell up and down. The voices were coming from below, quite
a distance away, but the light was shining from both directions.
Goranthir slowly began the climb up the stairs.
[591]
"Better we stick together.", Nalion whispered, more to himself than
to any other. Not knowing what awaited them either way, he went through a
series of spells that could be useful to cast when things began to go wrong.
Letting Shaka go first, Nalion followed cautiously. [592]
[593] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:56 PM)
[594] "I'm sorry, I realized that was what you were thinking only after I scared you," Kethiah grinned. "No, he's fine. I was trying the same herbal tea as Loranna uses, but we have a little different needs and tolerances it seems ... As far as the name goes, I don't know ... You have any Nordic traditions you want to follow?"
[596]
Dynate walked in exausted from the days work wearing the heavy armor past the
two at the front door.
Him being half nord, put his two cents in an area he didnt need to be.
Nordic names? Ha, just dont name it Dynate... it'll ruin his life! he cried out
in pain of the booting digging into his heel, than continued to the bar. [597]
[598] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 08:59 PM)
[599] "Better we stick
together.", Nalion whispered, more to himself than to any other. Not
knowing what awaited them either way, he went through a series of spells that
could be useful to cast when things began to go wrong.
Letting Shaka go first, Nalion followed cautiously.
[601]
Goranthir stopped after a few steps. The dust was thick.
"Nothing of any substance has walked this stairwell in a long time,"
he whispered. "That would include Anya. Let us try another direction."
[602]
[603] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 19 2005, 07:55 PM)
[604] Dar'Tessir's face
twitched, stiffling a hiss of disapointment.
"Dar'Tessir is sorry, the pictures took some time." He put the
books on her desk and and stood back a little. He hadn't ever had a real
job before and was wondering if he should wait or ask to be paid.
[606]
The headmistress took one of the books and investigated Dar'Tessir's work,
slowly turning over the pages. After some time, there was a certain gleam in
her red eyes.
The headmistress closed the book, then looked at Dar'Tessir.
"Exceptional good work. I like how you copied the pictures."
Tipping at her mouth with her fingers, she thought for a moment.
"Nalion mentioned pay. Since you were late in delivery, I find it only
appropriate that I do not pay you in full..."
She thought one moment more and looked at Dar'Tessir again.
"Considering the quality of your work though...", a small smile crept
up her face. "I think this deserves some kind of reward. Say, the equal
amount of money I will subtract because your delivery was late?" [607]
Slyvos went up the
stairs of the ruins slowly, making sure not to step on anything that might
cause too much noise. Spying, well, let's just say it was harder for him to
work like this then from the safety of a ritual chamber, but it would do. still
haven't found anything TOO useful... a few little bits but...
He continued to head up; he heard some footsteps nearby, leaning back against
the wall, and waited for the steps to get further away. Didn't take too long,
and he proceeded forward... [608]
[609] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 07:56 PM)
[610] "I'm sorry, I realized that was what you were thinking only after I scared you," Kethiah grinned. "No, he's fine. I was trying the same herbal tea as Loranna uses, but we have a little different needs and tolerances it seems ... As far as the name goes, I don't know ... You have any Nordic traditions you want to follow?"
[612]
"Yeah, you gave me a real fright, for a moment. As for nordic traditions
... My father'd roll over in his grave if the child had a dunmer name. Of
course, he isn't here, so it's up to you. As long as the name isn't Tilitalia,
I'm fine. I do not like that name ..." Isidor said, with a half smile. [613]
[614] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 06:49 PM)
[615] Slowly, she started following Slyvos, waiting until he presented himself in the perfect time to grab him.
[617]
Anya clutched herself. The pangs kept getting worse, the pain increased with
each moment. The copper scent that floated around her mind proved to be
distracting, and it came to be that was all she could focus on.
Another pang went through her, and she curled up tighter, then began to kick as
she tried to get out. She needed to sate these hunger pangs, to taste that
copper scent, her pupils dilated at the possiblity.[618]
[619] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 19 2005, 09:10 PM)
[620] "Yeah, you gave me a real fright, for a moment. As for nordic traditions ... My father'd roll over in his grave if the child had a dunmer name. Of course, he isn't here, so it's up to you. As long as the name isn't Tilitalia, I'm fine. I do not like that name ..." Isidor said, with a half smile.
[622]
"He will look Dunmer, you know," Kethiah said, glancing briefly at
Dynate after the interruption, and then smiling at Isidor. "But it would
be nice to name him something that honors his dual heritage ... Well, we will
think on it. How are you, killer? Any word back yet from Shaka and the
others?"
[623]
[624] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 08:07 PM)
[625] The headmistress took
one of the books and investigated Dar'Tessir's work, slowly turning over the
pages. After some time, there was a certain gleam in her red eyes.
The headmistress closed the book, then looked at Dar'Tessir.
"Exceptional good work. I like how you copied the pictures."
Tipping at her mouth with her fingers, she thought for a moment.
"Nalion mentioned pay. Since you were late in delivery, I find it only
appropriate that I do not pay you in full..."
She thought one moment more and looked at Dar'Tessir again.
"Considering the quality of your work though...", a small smile crept
up her face. "I think this deserves some kind of reward. Say, the equal
amount of money I will subtract because your delivery was late?"
[627]
Dar'Tessir considered himself lucky, in his present situaltion any pay was
welcome.
"Thank you Headmistress, Dar'Tessir will take whatever you see as
fair." [628]
[629] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 19 2005, 09:11 PM)
[630] Anya clutched herself.
The pangs kept getting worse, the pain increased with each moment. The copper
scent that floated around her mind proved to be distracting, and it came to be
that was all she could focus on.
Another pang went through her, and she curled up tighter, then began to kick as
she tried to get out. She needed to sate these hunger pangs, to taste that
copper scent, her pupils dilated at the possiblity.
[632]
Dayla grimaces; her filia was getting a bit too rambunctious. She whispers Just
a moment more ... to Anya, then slithers after Slyvos, picking up the pace.
Looming up behind Slyvos, she drops her invisibility and casts a sleep spell on
the Khajiit.[633]
[634] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:14 PM)
[635] "He will look Dunmer, you know," Kethiah said, glancing briefly at Dynate after the interruption, and then smiling at Isidor. "But it would be nice to name him something that honors his dual heritage ... Well, we will think on it. How are you, killer? Any word back yet from Shaka and the others?"
[637]
Isidor smiled, and said. "I'm sure we'll think of something. I haven't
heard anything from Shaka, or the others. I'm getting worried. I feel
powerless, no way to help." [638]
[639] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 09:04 PM)
[640] Goranthir stopped
after a few steps. The dust was thick.
"Nothing of any substance has walked this stairwell in a long time,"
he whispered. "That would include Anya. Let us try another
direction."
[642]
Dust also cloaked the floor of the second tower, but Goranthir didn't have to
point out the pattern up the stairs. A wide swath had been cut into it, like a
giant broom ... or a slithering serpent ... Up the stairs ... [643]
[644] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 19 2005, 08:18 PM)
[645] Dar'Tessir considered
himself lucky, in his present situaltion any pay was welcome.
"Thank you Headmistress, Dar'Tessir will take whatever you see as
fair."
[647]
The Dunmer headmistress nodded.
"Good that we are in agreement, then."
The older woman opened a drawer and pulled a small pouch out of it. The distinctive
sound of gold coins rattling in the pouch could be heard.
"Here's your pay for your efforts, with the prospect that I will call upon
you when I need more of your work.", Dalavesa said.
She offered the pouch to Dar'Tessir. [648]
Slyvos tried to keep himself awake, shaking his head a bit as he turned around. "ugh, what the?" he stumbled back a bit, almost tripping over his tail that got in the way. "back off!" he felt drowsy, but it was hardly enough to put him down for the count. Maybe warp his concentration alittle, but otherwise. He raised his hands, backing away from the creature with all haste and trying to get off a greater fireball on the wretch. [649]
[650] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 19 2005, 09:23 PM)
[651] Isidor smiled, and said. "I'm sure we'll think of something. I haven't heard anything from Shaka, or the others. I'm getting worried. I feel powerless, no way to help."
[653]
Kethiah nodded, her face serious. "They're undercover, so no news is
probably good news. Let me check with my contacts and see if that's the case. I
was too worried about the baby this morning to have my usual meetings."
There were a couple merchants hanging around the Nymph, waiting to talk to the excise
and tax agent of the Duchess.
[654]
[655] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:26 PM)
[656] Kethiah nodded, her
face serious. "They're undercover, so no news is probably good
news. Let me check with my contacts and see if that's the case. I
was too worried about the baby this morning to have my usual meetings."
There were a couple merchants hanging around the Nymph, waiting to talk to the
excise and tax agent of the Duchess.
[658]
"Ok," Isidor said with a slight frown. "I'll let you get back to
work. I hope we can have the wedding soon. Though, I'd like to have the rest of
the group here ..." He kissed her, and walked away. [659]
[660] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 19 2005, 09:28 PM)
[661] "Ok," Isidor said with a slight frown. "I'll let you get back to work. I hope we can have the wedding soon. Though, I'd like to have the rest of the group here ..." He kissed her, and walked away.
[663]
Kethiah looked back at Isidor with a smile at his words. "I hope so
too."
She had her meetings, but the smile remained on her lips.
[664]
[665] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 09:24 PM)
[666] Dust also cloaked the floor of the second tower, but Goranthir didn't have to point out the pattern up the stairs. A wide swath had been cut into it, like a giant broom ... or a slithering serpent ... Up the stairs ...
[668]
Reichi smirked, crouching lower to the ground, sniffing. "Yeah, thats her.
Stinks of vampire..." Reichi rose out of the crouch and moved slowly after
the trail, trying to not let the bonemold armor rattle together too much. [669]
[670] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 08:25 PM)
[671] "Here's your pay
for your efforts, with the prospect that I will call upon you when I need more
of your work.", Dalavesa said.
She offered the pouch to Dar'Tessir.
[673]
Dar'Tessir looks into the pouch, it contains about 160 Drakes. He hides his
joy, this is more money than he's seen all at once in a long time.
"Thank you Misstress..." he reads the name on her desk,
"Dalavesa."
With that he walked slowly out the door, jumped itno the air and went back ino
his customary slouch.
A few minutes later he arrived at the mages guild. Upon seeing Reeds he said,
"Is Reeds ready to go?" [674]
[675] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 19 2005, 09:31 PM)
[676] Reichi smirked, crouching lower to the ground, sniffing. "Yeah, thats her. Stinks of vampire..." Reichi rose out of the crouch and moved slowly after the trail, trying to not let the bonemold armor rattle together too much.
[678]
At the sound of the fireball, Goranthir picked up the pace, letting out little
high-pitched squeaks, barely audible, as he talked to the rats inhabiting the
tower. [679]
[680] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:24 PM)
[681] Dust also cloaked the floor of the second tower, but Goranthir didn't have to point out the pattern up the stairs. A wide swath had been cut into it, like a giant broom ... or a slithering serpent ... Up the stairs ...
[683]
Nalion bowed down to look at the tracks.
"I don't have any idea what that is...", he began, but before having
time to comment further...[684]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 19 2005, 08:26 PM)
[685] Slyvos tried to keep himself awake, shaking his head a bit as he turned around. "ugh, what the?" he stumbled back a bit, almost tripping over his tail that got in the way. "back off!" he felt drowsy, but it was hardly enough to put him down for the count. Maybe warp his concentration alittle, but otherwise. He raised his hands, backing away from the creature with all haste and trying to get off a greater fireball on the wretch.
[687]
... he heard the sound of a fireball being cast.
Muttering a curse, he quickly followed Goranthir, who was moving forward..
"If we heard that sound... what about the guards? Careful,
Goranthir!" [688]
[689] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 19 2005, 07:31 PM)
[690] A few minutes later he arrived at the mages guild. Upon seeing Reeds he said, "Is Reeds ready to go?"
[692]
"Reeds is most cartainly ready to go." Together, they went to the
guild guide and, with the lurching of Reeds' stomach that always accompanied
this mode of transport, found themselves in the Mages guild at Senchal. [693]
Dayla hurriedly backs
off, snarling as the flames licked at her; inside her stomach Anya can hear the
sounds of the fire, feel the heat - and hear the cry of guards yelling
"What was that!?" and the pounding of feet.
Dayla didn't stop to ask how suddenly everything could have gone wrong; the
important thing was to get out of here before the guards showed up. She could
conceal her own vamparism from them, but not with a frenzied filia biting
someone's neck.
Waving her arms, she fades from view, her outline still visible if one looked
carefully. She begins backing away from Slyvos ...
Meanwhile, guards continue to rush toward the source of the sounds ...[694]
[695] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 09:33 PM)
[696] Nalion bowed down to
look at the tracks.
"I don't have any idea what that is...", he began, but before having
time to comment further...
... he heard the sound of a fireball being cast.
Muttering a curse, he quickly followed Goranthir, who was moving forward..
"If we heard that sound... what about the guards? Careful,
Goranthir!"
[698]
"My name is Geht," Goranthir said, over his shoulder, moving quickly
down the dark hall. He listened to the rats and translated back. "We are
close. And so are the guards." [699]
[700] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 19 2005, 08:34 PM)
[701] "Reeds is most cartainly ready to go." Together, they went to the guild guide and, with the lurching of Reeds' stomach that always accompanied this mode of transport, found themselves in the Mages guild at Senchal.
[703]
Dar'Tessir Turned to Reeds as they walked out the door, it was getting dark,
"Dar'Tessir suggests we get to an inn as fast as possible, we don't want
to be out at night."
It was just as Dar'Tessir remembered it. It was filthy, there were beggars
whose remaining teeth were black with the sugar, vendors called in the streets
selling their odd goods and rotten food, in short order they saw an Ohmes-Raht
robbed by a Suthay, Dar'Tessir sighed and thought to himself, 'home.'
Back to reality, "Dar'Tessir suggests we stay together, keep your money
close." [704]
[705] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 07:37 PM)
[706] Dayla hurriedly backs
off, snarling as the flames licked at her; inside her stomach Anya can hear the
sounds of the fire, feel the heat - and hear the cry of guards yelling
"What was that!?" and the pounding of feet.
Dayla didn't stop to ask how suddenly everything could have gone wrong; the
important thing was to get out of here before the guards showed up. She
could conceal her own vamparism from them, but not with a frenzied filia biting
someone's neck.
Waving her arms, she fades from view, her outline still visible if one looked
carefully. She begins backing away from Slyvos ...
Meanwhile, guards continue to rush toward the source of the sounds ...
[708]
Anya felt the heat wash over her, and became frantic. She could smell the
copper scent now, even though it seemed muffled by her cocoon. She began
clawing her way out, kicking harder. She was hurting, and it was so near.
Anya bit down at her coccon, her mater. She was beginning to become annoyed,
being wrapped up. They were outside, she knew, and she needed to be sated. [709]
[710] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 08:39 PM)
[711] "My name is Geht," Goranthir said, over his shoulder, moving quickly down the dark hall. He listened to the rats and translated back. "We are close. And so are the guards."
[713]
"Of course.", Nalion answered curtly, though without intention to
call him that way.
"Names are important, and not without power.", the mage
muttered to himself. Regarding the situation, though, this matter had to be
postponed.[714]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 08:37 PM)
[715] Dayla hurriedly backs
off, snarling as the flames licked at her; inside her stomach Anya can hear the
sounds of the fire, feel the heat - and hear the cry of guards yelling
"What was that!?" and the pounding of feet.
Dayla didn't stop to ask how suddenly everything could have gone wrong; the
important thing was to get out of here before the guards showed up. She
could conceal her own vamparism from them, but not with a frenzied filia biting
someone's neck.
Waving her arms, she fades from view, her outline still visible if one looked
carefully. She begins backing away from Slyvos ...
Meanwhile, guards continue to rush toward the source of the sounds ...
[717]
As the group approached the source of the sound, they could see Slyvos in a
somewhat distressed manner.
Out of instinct, Nalion cast a shield spell on himself, then closed to the
Khajiit.
"By all means, Slyvos, what are you doing here?", Nalion called out,
not noticing the faint shimmer that distanced itself from the scene.
[718]
[719] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 19 2005, 07:41 PM)
[720] Dar'Tessir Turned to
Reeds as they walked out the door, it was getting dark, "Dar'Tessir
suggests we get to an inn as fast as possible, we don't want to be out at
night."
It was just as Dar'Tessir remembered it. It was filthy, there were
beggars whose remaining teeth were black with the sugar, vendors called in the
streets selling their odd goods and rotten food, in short order they saw an
Ohmes-Raht robbed by a Suthay, Dar'Tessir sighed and thought to himself,
'home.'
Back to reality, "Dar'Tessir suggests we stay together, keep your money
close."
[722]
Reeds remembered places like this. These were places he once called home as
well. Although the time when he was beaten by some teenagers for a few septims
was long over. Now he had to worry about far more then teenagers.
The inn they found was a ramshackle establishment in the typical Khajiit
architecture, it had clearly seen better days. The room was small, run down,
and held only a single bed.
"Take the bed," offered Reeds, "Floor looks more comfortable
anyway." [723]
Slyvos gave a small
smile, looking frantically around to see where the creature went. "no time
to talk, keep your eyes open!" he had a spell crackling at his fingertips,
before he heard the guard's coming his way. "damnit. I could use some help
here!"
He casted a restore fatigue spell on himself, seeming to wake up a bit more, to
insure that he was at his best for this. [724]
"Nalion, there are scorch marks on the floor," Reichi said, drawing The Dagger of Senses with his free hand. "Someone or something aggitated Slyvos...." Reichi added as looked around the room. [725]
Guards arrive, Redoran
guards bearing ebony swords and maces. They see the party and someone yells
"Intruders!" before charging ...
... and at the same time, Dayla bites her own tongue to keep from crying out at
the pain Anya is inflicting on her, and doesn't manage to move out of the way
fast enough to prevent a guard slamming into her chameleoned form ...
With a roar, Dayla's body begins to shift, her face becoming more snakelike and
claws growing on her hands. A second pair of arms begins to grow under the
first, and her Dunmer torso becomes scaled ...
She opens her mouth wide, as the guard who ran into her cries out in confusion
and fear, and contracts her stomach mucsles, propelling Anya out of her belly
and right at the first person Dayla happens to set eyes on - the Dunmer who had
become a werewolf back in Sudanit, who would hopefully not kill his friend
before she could act to keep Anya safe ...[726]
puuuuie! [727]
[728] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 09:57 PM)
[729] Guards arrive, Redoran
guards bearing ebony swords and maces. They see the party and someone
yells "Intruders!" before charging ...
... and at the same time, Dayla bites her own tongue to keep from crying out at
the pain Anya is inflicting on her, and doesn't manage to move out of the way
fast enough to prevent a guard slamming into her chameleoned form ...
With a roar, Dayla's body begins to shift, her face becoming more snakelike and
claws growing on her hands. A second pair of arms begins to grow under
the first, and her Dunmer torso becomes scaled ...
She opens her mouth wide, as the guard who ran into her cries out in confusion
and fear, and contracts her stomach mucsles, propelling Anya out of her belly
and right at the first person Dayla happens to set eyes on - the Dunmer who had
become a werewolf back in Sudanit, who would hopefully not kill his friend
before she could act to keep Anya safe ...
[731]
Bearing a bonemould shield on his left arm, Shaka wielded a Redoran spear with
his right. He was soon fighting for his life against the guards, but saw out of
the corner of his eye the partially chameleoned form of the snake-woman, who
seemed more fearsome than ever. [732]
[733] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 09:57 PM)
[734] Guards arrive, Redoran
guards bearing ebony swords and maces. They see the party and someone
yells "Intruders!" before charging ...
... and at the same time, Dayla bites her own tongue to keep from crying out at
the pain Anya is inflicting on her, and doesn't manage to move out of the way
fast enough to prevent a guard slamming into her chameleoned form ...
With a roar, Dayla's body begins to shift, her face becoming more snakelike and
claws growing on her hands. A second pair of arms begins to grow under
the first, and her Dunmer torso becomes scaled ...
She opens her mouth wide, as the guard who ran into her cries out in confusion
and fear, and contracts her stomach mucsles, propelling Anya out of her belly
and right at the first person Dayla happens to set eyes on - the Dunmer who had
become a werewolf back in Sudanit, who would hopefully not kill his friend
before she could act to keep Anya safe ...
[736]
With a squeal so high-pitched it made mortal ears ring, Goranthir called out to
the rats he had been talking to. They scampered down the stairs, under the feet
of the guards, throwing them off balance.
Then he leapt at Dayla, sword drawn. Goranthir's body and mind knew the way of
battle well, and Geht could use that skill. [737]
[738] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 19 2005, 08:51 PM)
[739] "Take the bed," offered Reeds, "Floor looks more comfortable anyway."
[741]
Dar'Tessir shrugged, a bed was a bed. "Be sure to lock the door, Dar'Tessir
thinks someone saw Reeds, he sticks out, not many well dressed Argonians in
Senchal." With that he got between the sheets and took the quilt off the
bed and put it on the floor for Reeds, he wouldn't need it, it was hot in
Elsweyer. [742]
[743] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 07:57 PM)
[744] She opens her mouth wide, as the guard who ran into her cries out in confusion and fear, and contracts her stomach mucsles, propelling Anya out of her belly and right at the first person Dayla happens to set eyes on - the Dunmer who had become a werewolf back in Sudanit, who would hopefully not kill his friend before she could act to keep Anya safe ...
[746]
Anya lept, a feral smile on her face. Wide enough to show her gleaming fangs.
She lept towards the first person she noticed. He had a vaguely familiar scent,
but Anya couldn't, and didn't care, to place him.
Her hands immediately latched onto his shoulder and head, and she wrapped her
legs around him in an embrace, aiming for his neck.[747]
[748] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 08:57 PM)
[749] Guards arrive, Redoran
guards bearing ebony swords and maces. They see the party and someone
yells "Intruders!" before charging ...
... and at the same time, Dayla bites her own tongue to keep from crying out at
the pain Anya is inflicting on her, and doesn't manage to move out of the way
fast enough to prevent a guard slamming into her chameleoned form ...
With a roar, Dayla's body begins to shift, her face becoming more snakelike and
claws growing on her hands. A second pair of arms begins to grow under
the first, and her Dunmer torso becomes scaled ...
She opens her mouth wide, as the guard who ran into her cries out in confusion
and fear, and contracts her stomach mucsles, propelling Anya out of her belly
and right at the first person Dayla happens to set eyes on - the Dunmer who had
become a werewolf back in Sudanit, who would hopefully not kill his friend
before she could act to keep Anya safe ...
[751]
Nalion cursed as he saw the snake woman, then cursed some more for good measure
as he saw Anya being ... spit out?[752]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 09:01 PM)
[753] With a squeal so
high-pitched it made mortal ears ring, Goranthir called out to the rats he had
been talking to. They scampered down the stairs, under the feet of the
guards, throwing them off balance.
Then he leapt at Dayla, sword drawn. Goranthir's body and mind knew the
way of battle well, and Geht could use that skill.
[755]
The mage was just readying a spell to fling at the snake-woman, trusting Shaka
and Reichi to deal with the guards, as Goranthir's squeal ringed in his ears.
Thrown off-balance, the magic he wove escaped his control, sputtered and
dissipated.
"Thank you very much...", he shouted in Goranthir's direction
while at the same time readying his staff. [756]
[757] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 19 2005, 08:04 PM)
[758] Dar'Tessir shrugged, a bed was a bed. "Be sure to lock the door, Dar'Tessir thinks someone saw Reeds, he sticks out, not many well dressed Argonians in Senchal." With that he got between the sheets and took the quilt off the bed and put it on the floor for Reeds, he wouldn't need it, it was hot in Elsweyer.
[760]
Reeds did indeed lock both the flimsy-looking deadbolts, and managed an
inpromteu crossbar by wedging his sabre's scabbard across it.
Reeds lay down on the blanket (after throughly checking it for insects), used
his pack as a balnket, and lay down to sleep. [761]
[762] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 19 2005, 10:07 PM)
[763] "Thank you very much...", he shouted in Goranthir's direction while at the same time readying his staff.
[765]
Geht did not seem to have a firm grasp on mortal sarcasm, as he spun at Dayla,
his sword a blur, keeping a watch out for her tail.
[766]
Reichi immediatly drove the pommel of Bloodfang into Anya's chin, keeping her from biting him, for the moment at least. "No biting," Reichi said, and thrust his dagger into Anya's kneecap. [767]
Slyvos just threw a dispel magic spell at the snake-woman, backing away further to avoid any contact with the guards, but not so much that his back was to the wall. He panted a bit, throwing off the false slave bracers and trying to find a good opening to attack without hurting the others. [768]
The area was utter
chaos; Redorans charging at the party with weapons drawn, slashing and swinging
- and tripping with rats underfoot. There seemed to be a lot of guards, with
more running in.
The second wave of guards, however, shows up in time for Slyvos's dispel to
reveal the changed Dayla, in all her monstrous glory; with cries of horror they
draw their weapons and join Goranthir in attacking the abomination, causing
Dayla to scream again and lash out with her claws. Two arms tear into two
different guards, inflicting terrible wounds, and her other two arms grab a
screaming Redoran and hold him up to block Goranthir's attack - and present her
with a neck to bite into.
Nalion, Slyvos, and Shaka find it hard to get over to help out Goranthir/Geht
and Reichi right this moment, with the rats biting underheel and the guards
still present still trying to take them down. Someone ties to cast a fire spell
in their direction, accidentally catching half the Dunmer guards in the
process.[769]
[770] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 19 2005, 08:12 PM)
[771] Reichi immediatly drove the pommel of Bloodfang into Anya's chin, keeping her from biting him, for the moment at least. "No biting," Reichi said, and thrust his dagger into Anya's kneecap.
[773]
Anya shrieks at this dunmer, refusing to be denied a meal. She swung her arm at
his dagger, catching it with the bracer. The shackle audibly cracked from the
force. Anya smiled gleefully and tore the rest of it off, stopping the strength
draining.
She fell back and made quick work at the anklets and last bracer, popping them
off in a matter of seconds with her supernatural strength returned. Glad to
feel the full limits of her power, she screamed and lept at Reichi again.[774]
[775] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 10:20 PM)
[776] Nalion, Slyvos, and Shaka find it hard to get over to help out Goranthir/Geht and Reichi right this moment, with the rats biting underheel and the guards still present still trying to take them down. Someone ties to cast a fire spell in their direction, accidentally catching half the Dunmer guards in the process.
[778]
Shaka cast cold magicka against the fire, trying to counter it. He struck with
both shield and spear, but was held fighting shoulder to shoulder with Nalion
and Slyvos.
A glance at Reichi struck him with horror; Anya was every bit as changed as he
had feared, but Shaka still wouldn't be able to fight her.
Guards fell at their feet, but more pressed forward. The three were slowly
forced back. [779]
[780] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 10:20 PM)
[781] Two arms tear into two different guards, inflicting terrible wounds, and her other two arms grab a screaming Redoran and hold him up to block Goranthir's attack - and present her with a neck to bite into.
[783]
Goranthir's momentum sent his blade deep into the guard, and he cursed, rolling
out of the way. At least this guard wouldn't provide much of a sustenance to
the vampire, he reasoned, watching the Redoran's blood pour out onto the floor.
He roared. It was a cry of a creature no one in the room had ever heard before.
Whatever it was, it wasn't small.
[784]
Reichi stowed the Dagger of Senses away, Anya's attack had bent the blade. He would have to get Longhammer to fix that, well, at least Meph hadn't been cheap out and gotten a metal that would have broke. Reichi ran at Anya as she leapt at him, and swung with Bloodfang. [785]
[786] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 09:20 PM)
[787] Nalion, Slyvos, and Shaka find it hard to get over to help out Goranthir/Geht and Reichi right this moment, with the rats biting underheel and the guards still present still trying to take them down. Someone ties to cast a fire spell in their direction, accidentally catching half the Dunmer guards in the process.
[789]
Nalion took position besides Shaka and focused one Dunmer guard. He held his
arm up high, open palm pointed at the head of the Mer. He shouted a word, then
flickering blue lightning streaked out of his open hand and seared through the
air towards the enemy. Hoping that he had held his hand high enough to let the
lightning bolt fly over most heads and it his target, the mage moved to aim at
another enemy. [790]
Slyvos cast a fortify speed spell on himself now, running to get to a better angel. Difficult however it was, in this cramped space, he managed to get into just the right spot to target the serpent creature. He couldn't use too powerful a spell though, but he did what he could, and casted one of his more powerful fireball spells, hopeing it hit it's mark without too much friendly fire. [791]
Dayla throws the now
dead Redoran to the ground, hissing at Goranthir. Slyvos's fireball catches her
off-guard and she throws up her arms as she gets engulfed in flames, crying out
in pain.
With a massive sweep of her tail, Dayla tries to knock everyone near her down,
in order to slither toward Anya. A Redoran guard gets in her way and she scoops
him up as she charges, her mouth opening wide to summarily shove him down her
throat.
"Wur gettimg out of gere!" she snarls to Anya, the guard's kicking
feet impeding proper speech. With a last swallow, the Redoran's armored boots
disappear, but his screams are still audible, despite being muffled - they ring
over the din of battle, causing most of the guards to go wide-eyed.
By now, the guards fighting Shaka, Slyvos, and Nalion have realized the
presence of the greater monster in their midst, and they warily turn, trying to
put the three heroes of Ald Raathim between Dayla and themselves. Meanwhile,
the rats find themselves presented with a veritable feast in the fallen Dunmer
that litter the floor - even the ones not yet dead ...
[792]
[793] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 19 2005, 08:34 PM)
[794] Reichi stowed the Dagger of Senses away, Anya's attack had bent the blade. He would have to get Longhammer to fix that, well, at least Meph hadn't been cheap out and gotten a metal that would have broke. Reichi ran at Anya as she leapt at him, and swung with Bloodfang.
[796]
Anya caught the blade of Bloodfang in her hand, ignoring the edge biting into
her skin. She twisted her legs foward to pile drive Reichi into the ground. She
grabbed his other wrist and began squeezing, her glowing eyes aimed at his
neck.[797]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 08:49 PM)
[798] "Wur gettimg out of gere!" she snarls to Anya, the guard's kicking feet impeding proper speech. With a last swallow, the Redoran's armored boots disappear, but his screams are still audible, despite being muffled - they ring over the din of battle, causing most of the guards to go wide-eyed.
[800]
Dayla caused Anya to hesitate, and look away from Reichi. "I need to
feed!" she shreiked at her mater, "This one will be mine!"[801]
[802] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 10:49 PM)
[803] Dayla throws the now
dead Redoran to the ground, hissing at Goranthir. Slyvos's fireball
catches her off-guard and she throws up her arms as she gets engulfed in
flames, crying out in pain.
With a massive sweep of her tail, Dayla tries to knock everyone near her down,
in order to slither toward Anya. A Redoran guard gets in her way and she
scoops him up as she charges, her mouth opening wide to summarily shove him
down her throat.
"Wur gettimg out of gere!" she snarls to Anya, the guard's kicking
feet impeding proper speech. With a last swallow, the Redoran's armored
boots disappear, but his screams are still audible, despite being muffled -
they ring over the din of battle, causing most of the guards to go wide-eyed.
By now, the guards fighting Shaka, Slyvos, and Nalion have realized the
presence of the greater monster in their midst, and they warily turn, trying to
put the three heroes of Ald Raathim between Dayla and themselves.
Meanwhile, the rats find themselves presented with a veritable feast in the
fallen Dunmer that litter the floor - even the ones not yet dead ...
[805]
Goranthir was now behind Dayla, and he called out to the others, "She
won't be affected by sleep or paralysis, but try to get Anya immobilized. And
then get to the top of the tower. We will show you how to escape."
With that, he leapt at Dayla's back, sword swinging to distract her as best as
he could.
(OOC -- Sorry, gotta run out and grab dinner. Be back on in about an hour, with
an escape plan ...)[806]
[807] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 10:49 PM)
[808] By now, the guards fighting Shaka, Slyvos, and Nalion have realized the presence of the greater monster in their midst, and they warily turn, trying to put the three heroes of Ald Raathim between Dayla and themselves. Meanwhile, the rats find themselves presented with a veritable feast in the fallen Dunmer that litter the floor - even the ones not yet dead ...
[810]
Shaka's mind was close to overloading from the chaos and horror of the tower
battle. He formed the Lover's Kiss spell and prepared to fling it at Anya, as
it seemed to him the only way to stop the now-feral Bosmer; but cursed as
Geht's words sank in. The spell probably wouldn't work anyway. Shaka let the
corpusant-like spell fade.[811]
"Damned if you're feeding on me Anya!" Reichi shouted. He bit his teeth onto Anya's neck, though he couldn't tear out her throat or wanted to, it would prevent Anya from being able to bite his. [812]
[813] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 19 2005, 09:54 PM)
[814] Goranthir was now
behind Dayla, and he called out to the others, "She won't be affected by
sleep or paralysis, but try to get Anya immobilized. And then get to the
top of the tower. We will show you how to escape."
With that, he leapt at Dayla's back, sword swinging to distract her as best as
he could.
[816]
"I'll do that!", Nalion shouted over the clamour.
Nalion spinned around, looking for Anya. His eyes noticed Shaka's spell and
followed it to its target. The Breton mage gestured, then pointed at Anya. A
purple spell of heavy burden sizzled through the air towards the Bosmer, if it
hit, it would make moving very hard. [817]
Slyvos backed off about now, knowing that with everyone so close together his magic would do more harm then good. "get Anya and let's get out of here!" He kept his vision on the serpent, making sure that none of his friends got targetted... he didn't really pay attention when it got the guards. [818]
Dayla spits up the
crushed, exsanguinated corpse of the Redoran, shaking to try and dislodge
Goranthir. Her wounds are healing as she recieves them, though the sake-woman
swings her tail again to knock down the guards and the other party members.
"Forget him; I'll grab one for you and you'll eat on the run!" Dayla
commands Anya, her eyes falling on Shaka. "You ... surrender to me!"
she commands, her voice fortified with the full power of her mind-controlling
magic. She reaches her hands out to grab Shaka, her mouth opening wide ...[819]
[820] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 11:20 PM)
[821] Dayla spits up the
crushed, exsanguinated corpse of the Redoran, shaking to try and dislodge
Goranthir. Her wounds are healing as she recieves them, though the
sake-woman swings her tail again to knock down the guards and the other party
members.
"Forget him; I'll grab one for you and you'll eat on the run!" Dayla
commands Anya, her eyes falling on Shaka. "You ... surrender to
me!" she commands, her voice fortified with the full power of her
mind-controlling magic. She reaches her hands out to grab Shaka, her
mouth opening wide ...
[823]
Shaka found himself paralyzed, part of his mind screaming as he slid down the
vampire's throat. He had always been a little claustrophobic anyway, so this
was his worst nightmare, his arms pinned to his side in a space little wider
than his shoulders. . . .
He kept from surrendering to madness as he lay within the undead woman, in a
fetal position like a parody of Kethiah's or Loranna's motherhood. The sounds
of battle grew muffled.
Gradually, the command spell wove its glamour over Shaka, and he relaxed. The
space within was like an unremembered womb. A warm cocoon of flesh.
Dayla is damn good-looking, he realized. The mistress probably knew better than
he anyway. . . . Maybe being food for his beloved Anya wasn't so bad. [824]
[825] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 19 2005, 10:25 PM)
[826] Shaka found himself
paralyzed, part of his mind screaming as he slid down the vampire's
throat. He had always been a little claustrophobic anyway, so this was
his worst nightmare, his arms pinned to his side in a space little wider than
his shoulders. . . .
He kept from surrendering to madness as he lay within the undead woman, in a
fetal position like a parody of Kethiah's or Loranna's motherhood. The
sounds of battle grew muffled.
Gradually, the command spell wove its glamour over Shaka, and he relaxed.
The space within was like an unremembered womb. A warm cocoon of flesh.
Dayla is damn good-looking, he realized. The mistress probably knew
better than he anyway. . . . Maybe being food for his
beloved Anya wasn't so bad.
[828]
It took some moment for Nalion to figure out under which spell Shaka had
fallen, but then, he cried out.
"Shaka, don't give in! It's a spell!"
Desperately, he flinged a dispelling blast of magicka at the Argonian, hoping
it would break the snake woman's sway over her victim. [829]
[830] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 19 2005, 09:02 PM)
[831] "Damned if you're feeding on me Anya!" Reichi shouted. He bit his teeth onto Anya's neck, though he couldn't tear out her throat or wanted to, it would prevent Anya from being able to bite his.
[833]
Anya's eyes snapped wide open at the sound of her name, "Anya? You-"
Then Reichi latched onto her neck. She screamed at him, and grabbed his neck,
Bloodfang still in her other hand. Her eyes flared, his scent was familiar, his
voice, she knew him and he knew her. But she hurt, and needed to be sated.[834]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 09:20 PM)
[835] "Forget him; I'll grab one for you and you'll eat on the run!" Dayla commands Anya, her eyes falling on Shaka. "You ... surrender to me!" she commands, her voice fortified with the full power of her mind-controlling magic. She reaches her hands out to grab Shaka, her mouth opening wide ...
[837]
"Wha- what? Not that one!" Anya hesitated. She was angry, furious
that her mater would eat him. But why? They were food. Tears burst out her
eyes, but she was hardly saddened. She wasn't a victim, not anymore, not now.
Her mater gave her this, and now her mater would see what happens.[838]
QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 19 2005, 09:25 PM)
[839] Shaka found himself paralyzed, part of his mind screaming as he slid down the vampire's throat. He had always been a little claustrophobic anyway, so this was his worst nightmare, his arms pinned to his side in a space little wider than his shoulders. . . .
[841]
She remembered a sensation now. There was only one other time she felt safe,
and the only time it was another that made her feel so safe. This person, this
cattle was special.
She used Reichi to take the full force of Nalion's spell, twisting Bloodfang
out of his grasp.
She shrieked and ran towards Dayla, dropping Bloodfang behind. Almost by
reflex, she grew her fingers into sharpened claws, aimed at her belly. [842]
Dayla watches Anya in
shock, feeling Anya's claws slice into her belly - and Shaka feels the sting of
a claw clipping his shoulder.
"you ... you ..." Dayla says, her voice thick with betrayal ... [843]
Reichi muttered a
curse as he got up, straining under the weight of the burden spell, and
muttering something inoffensive about Breton Mages that didn't know a good shot
for a fireball spell when they saw one. He watched with some surprise as Anya
attacked the Vampire snake lady. Reichi grunted and trudged slwoly to
Bloodfang.
"*grumble* Stupid spells *grumble* Stupid medium armor aiding the spell
*grumble* stupid non-fire-using-Nalion..*grumble*" [844]
[845] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 19 2005, 08:53 PM)
[846] Dayla watches Anya in
shock, feeling Anya's claws slice into her belly - and Shaka feels the sting of
a claw clipping his shoulder.
"you ... you ..." Dayla says, her voice thick with betrayal ...
[848]
Goranthir had been busy just trying to hold onto the squirming snake-woman, and
when she froze from shock, he took the opportunity to deliver a blow to her
neck.
[849]
Time for another one. [850]
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