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:
===
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.
===
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!
===
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.
===
Summary for Loranna: Loranna is in Ald Raathim, currently with the now vampiric
Anya and the others who just returned from Ald Sotha.[1]
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 21 2005, 04:36 PM)
[2] Anya relaxed herself a bit, soaking in the
warmth of the embrace.
She laughs midly at the last verse Loranna had sung, thinking of her own predicament,
"Damn sunlight."
"I think I should head to my room in the castle soon, I'd feel better if I
had my own things to wear."
[4]
Loranna laughs a bit as well, happy to see Anya showing at least a bit of
cheer. "It's always nicer wearing your own things, I admit."
Dram looks thoughtful for a moment, as Loranna says "I can get some of
your things for you now, if you like - night-time is still a ways away. And we
should figure out what to do about your accomodations ..." She frowns
again, adding "And I need to get Ald Raathim's defenses ready for the
potential onslaught from Ald Sotha ..."
[5]
OOC Summary: Newly undead Anya is coping with a few lessons she needs to learn, in a cave.[6]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 02:47 PM)
[7] Loranna laughs a bit as well, happy to see
Anya showing at least a bit of cheer. "It's always nicer wearing
your own things, I admit."
Dram looks thoughtful for a moment, as Loranna says "I can get some of
your things for you now, if you like - night-time is still a ways away.
And we should figure out what to do about your accomodations ..."
She frowns again, adding "And I need to get Ald Raathim's defenses ready
for the potential onslaught from Ald Sotha ..."
[9]
Anya frowns at the mention of Ald Sotha, where this started, her eyes showing
determined rage, "I hope she comes. If she does, I'll be ready, I'll show
her what a gift she's given me."[10]
[11] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 04:47 PM)
[12] Loranna laughs a bit as well, happy to see
Anya showing at least a bit of cheer. "It's always nicer wearing
your own things, I admit."
Dram looks thoughtful for a moment, as Loranna says "I can get some of
your things for you now, if you like - night-time is still a ways away.
And we should figure out what to do about your accomodations ..."
She frowns again, adding "And I need to get Ald Raathim's defenses ready
for the potential onslaught from Ald Sotha ..."
[14]
Shaka approached the three and knelt on one leg. "I'll get some
possessions from the yurt for you -- bedcushions, oil lamps, the wall hangings,
that type of thing."
"I see more of the woman I knew. Forgive me for my lack of faith,
Anya." [15]
Summary:
Kratos is going over strategies and battle-plans with his commanders at the
captured Dunmer stronghold of Telasero.
Ivelaes is running things in Molag Mar.
Astien is making potions for Loranna and visiting the Temple of Dibella
whenever he gets the chance. [16]
[17] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 04:58 PM)
[18] Shaka approached the three and knelt on one
leg. "I'll get some possessions from the yurt for you --
bedcushions, oil lamps, the wall hangings, that type of thing."
"I see more of the woman I knew. Forgive me for my lack of faith,
Anya."
[20]
"We've seen each other's true selves, stripped of our motral flesh,"
Loranna says, looking to Shaka. "Vampire or no, Anya is still Anya."[21]
ooc: Isidor is in the
Nymph and Noggin, talking with Kethiah.
Ingmar is back in Ald Raathim, stopping on his way to Kragenmoor.
Tsei is in the Nymph and Noggin.
Ty and Til are doing schoolwork. [22]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws was busy getting ready for dinner with Tsei. He had been
looking forward to this day for some time. His freshly cleaned and polished
scales shined. He wore blue pants and shirt and colored glass beeds glued to
the scales on the back of his hands.
He was nervous as he made his way to the Nymph, where he was to meet her. He
had asked people who knew Tsei a little about her. He had origionaly planned
for a tradition Argonian meal, live meat caught on the run, but after learning
that she was raised with the warmbloods he decided to go with dinner in the
Nymph, his treat.
She had just arrived, he greeted her, "Greetigns to you marshsister."
He led Tsei to a nice, semi-private table. He asked her how she was and how her
healing training was going while waiting for the server. [23]
[24] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 21 2005, 04:13 PM)
[25] Commander Slashes-With-Claws was busy
getting ready for dinner with Tsei. He had been looking forward to this
day for some time. His freshly cleaned and polished scales shined.
He wore blue pants and shirt and colored glass beeds glued to the scales on the
back of his hands.
He was nervous as he made his way to the Nymph, where he was to meet her.
He had asked people who knew Tsei a little about her. He had origionaly
planned for a tradition Argonian meal, live meat caught on the run, but after
learning that she was raised with the warmbloods he decided to go with dinner
in the Nymph, his treat.
She had just arrived, he greeted her, "Greetigns to you
marshsister." He led Tsei to a nice, semi-private table. He
asked her how she was and how her healing training was going while waiting for
the server.
[27]
Tsei looked up at Slashes with a smile. She was wearing a dark blue robe, and
earrings for the occasion.
"The healing's going good, the lessons with Loranna are continuing as
planned. How is the army?" [28]
OOC Summary: Vaan is
still in Ald Raathim, making preparations for his Muatramer troops to serve the
faithful, blissfully unaware* of recent events
*Isn't that dangerous? For a Muatramer general to be unaware of such a
thing? [29]
[30] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 05:26 PM)
[31] Tsei looked up at Slashes with a smile. She
was wearing a dark blue robe, and earrings for the occasion.
"The healing's going good, the lessons with Loranna are continuing as
planned. How is the army?"
[33]
Dynate approached with a quill and paper
"Are you two ready to order, or should i give you somemore time?" [34]
[35] QUOTE
[36] "Dar'Tessir really ought to cultivate
friends in a better class of neighborhood," Alas smiled, pouring another
round of wine. "Was it business or pleasure?"
Behind them, a Khajiit female stepped out onto the balcony. She was easily one
of the most beautiful creatures they had ever seen, clad in a tight
tawny-colored dress which matched the color of her skin and hair. She said
nothing, but just shook her head, and poured herself a glass of wine.[37]
[38]
Reeds was silently thanking the Nine that he had refused the glass of wine.
Sober, he would have a hard time staying coherent around someone like that,
doubly so if he was drinking. He decided to say something garunteed not to get
him in trouble right away.
"Hello." [39]
[40] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 05:26 PM)
[41] Tsei looked up at Slashes with a smile. She
was wearing a dark blue robe, and earrings for the occasion.
"The healing's going good, the lessons with Loranna are continuing as
planned. How is the army?"
[43]
"That is good to hear. The army is going well, training of the new
recruits is proceeding as scheduled." Slashes looked at the blue robe and
earrings. "You are very colorful today, most pleasing."[44]
QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 21 2005, 05:30 PM)
[45] Dynate approached with a quill and paper
"Are you two ready to order, or should i give you somemore time?"
[47]
Slashes was surprised to see Dynate. He had no idea how he was able to be in
the army and work the tavern, he must use potions.
"You may order first Tsei."
He waited for Tse to finish ordering then placed his order, I will have raw
guar meat, the freshest you have, and a bottle of Heshkal." Although
Slashes prefered his meat on the run, over the years of having to eat old meat
he had gotten used to it and could stomach eating it. [48]
OOC: Summary
Dar'Tessir, after being captured by slavers en rout to his rare books contact
in Senchal with Reeds, has been bought and freed by the odd and slightly
annoying duo Alas and Alak and is now in their villa on Topal Bay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[49]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 20 2005, 10:09 PM)
[50] "Dar'Tessir really ought to cultivate
friends in a better class of neighborhood," Alas smiled, pouring another
round of wine. "Was it business or pleasure?"
Behind them, a Khajiit female stepped out onto the balcony. She was
easily one of the most beautiful creatures they had ever seen, clad in a tight
tawny-colored dress which matched the color of her skin and hair. She
said nothing, but just shook her head, and poured herself a glass of wine.
[52]
"Bussiness." Dar'Tessir replied flatly.
He tried not to stare when the beautiful Khajiit entered the room. He suddenly
felt almost... ashamed, of his poor and peculiar dress. He felt that his old
poncho with its hanging trinkets and chains was insufficient to be out in. He
wasn't used to this, he usually put no value in appearance.
"H-hello." [53]
[54] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 21 2005, 05:46 PM)
[55] "That is good to hear. The army
is going well, training of the new recruits is proceeding as
scheduled." Slashes looked at the blue rope and earrings.
"You are very colorful today, most pleasing."
Slashes was surprised to see Dynate. He had no idea how he was able to be
in the army and work the tavern, he must use potions.
"You may order first Tsei."
He waited for Tse to finish ordering then placed his order, I will have raw
guar meat, the freshest you have, and a bottle of Heshkal." Although
Slashes prefered his meat on the run, over the years of having to eat old meat
he had gotten used to it and could stomach eating it.
[57]
Dynate jotted it down.
"Alright will do."
He walked behind the bar, and told Bob the order to prepare. [58]
OOC Summary
Reichi Sari has returned from Vvardenfell with the others, getting a opurtunity
to ride on a real live dragon, and see the new additions to the Redoran-Indoril
army. [59]
Summary
Goranthir, Prince of Firsthold, is now known at Geht, emissary of the King of
Worms, Mannimarco. He was last seen flying off on a dragon (!).
Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin, the Duchess of Ald
Raathim's excise and export/import manager (and secretly her Spymaster) is at
her tavern with her fiancee, Isidor.[60]
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 05:59 PM)
[61] "Trouble?" Isidor asked, his mind immediatly focusing and Kethiah, and the children. "What kind of trouble?"
[63]
"Shaka and the others are back," Kethiah explained. "They
witnessed an army of soldiers and Sotha Sil's Fabricants amassing in
Vvardenfell. We don't know where or when they'll attack, but no one's had an
army like that without using it ..."
[64]
[65] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 21 2005, 04:46 PM)
[66] "That is good to hear. The army
is going well, training of the new recruits is proceeding as scheduled."
Slashes looked at the blue robe and earrings. "You are very colorful
today, most pleasing."
Slashes was surprised to see Dynate. He had no idea how he was able to be
in the army and work the tavern, he must use potions.
"You may order first Tsei."
He waited for Tse to finish ordering then placed his order, I will have raw
guar meat, the freshest you have, and a bottle of Heshkal." Although
Slashes prefered his meat on the run, over the years of having to eat old meat
he had gotten used to it and could stomach eating it.
[68]
Tsei looked at the menu for a moment more, than looked up at Slashes.
"Thank you," she smiled. "I think the fried kwama was a good
choice; the cook here is supposed to be excellent, if a little eccentric ...
So;" Tsei said, "I owe you an apology, for not going to dinner
earlier. I was a little upset, and I wasn't in the mood for a date ... " [69]
Ald Raathim, Mages
Guild
Nalion stepped in the Mages Guild, carrying a neatly folded letter sealed with
red wax. Approaching a guild courier, he handed over the parchment.
"This letter must be sent to Lanlyn as quick as possible. Special
delivery, courier. I don't care how much the delivery costs, as long as it
reaches its recipient.", the mage explained curtly. "Search, if need
be."
The guild courier frowned at the mage, but took the letter and looked at it.
Nalion paused, realizing that he may have been too curt to the courier.
"Sorry for being rude. I'm not feeling comfortable right now. Nontheless,
I'd appreciate it if this letter is delivered as soon as possible. Thank
you."
A good amount of coins changed its proprietor, then Nalion left the Guild
again, heading for the castle, chin cupped in his hand while walking. He seemed
absentminded, and in fact, he was. [70]
[71] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 05:22 PM)
[72]
Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin, the Duchess of Ald
Raathim's excise and export/import manager (and secretly her Spymaster) is at
her tavern with her fiancee, Isidor.
"Shaka and the others are back," Kethiah explained. "They
witnessed an army of soldiers and Sotha Sil's Fabricants amassing in
Vvardenfell. We don't know where or when they'll attack, but no one's had
an army like that without using it ..."
[74]
"Oh," Isidor said, smiling at the fact that the others had returned
safely. His smile quickly faded, when Kethiah mentioned the fabricants,
however. "Oh my ... Do you think that what Moonstone and the rest are saying
is true, then? That the Tribunal is somehow back? How else would the fabricants
be made; I thought they were Sotha Sil's creations ... ?" [75]
[76] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 06:28 PM)
[77] Tsei looked at the menu for a moment more, than looked up at Slashes. "Thank you," she smiled. "I think the fried kwama was a good choice; the cook here is supposed to be excellent, if a little eccentric ... So;" Tsei said, "I owe you an apology, for not going to dinner earlier. I was a little upset, and I wasn't in the mood for a date ... "
[79]
Slashes was a little nervous aobout going down this road, he did not want Falco
to come up. "I can understand. I am not upset." He tried to change
topics. "I had much to do with the new recruits. Many new soldiers, our
server is one of them, how he does both I do not know." Remembering that
Tsei had been raised away from her homeland he began to tell her all about the
marsh, the cities, the Hist trees, his family. When the food came he picked up
the raw meat with his claws and tore it with his teeth, blood running down his
jaws. That got him to talking about the many animals in the marsh. [80]
[81] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 05:40 PM)
[82] Reeds was silently thanking the Nine that he
had refused the glass of wine. Sober, he would have a hard time staying
coherent around someone like that, doubly so if he was drinking. He decided to
say something garunteed not to get him in trouble right away.
"Hello."
QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 05:48 PM)
[86] OOC: Summary
Dar'Tessir, after being captured by slavers en rout to his rare books contact
in Senchal with Reeds, has been bought and freed by the odd and slightly
annoying duo Alas and Alak and is now in their villa on Topal Bay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bussiness." Dar'Tessir replied flatly.
He tried not to stare when the beautiful Khajiit entered the room. He
suddenly felt almost... ashamed, of his poor and peculiar dress. He felt
that his old poncho with its hanging trinkets and chains was insufficient to be
out in. He wasn't used to this, he usually put no value in appearance.
"H-hello."
[88]
"Hello," said the Khajiit woman with a slight smile. "Who are
you?"
"They're some strays we picked up in the slums," Alas said.
"They're enormously grateful for us keeping them from being sold into
slavery ... I suppose ..."
"One of them has even told us his name when we asked," Alack added.
"Just makes you feel good about doing good deeds."
"Shut up,” the woman said to the men, and turned to Reeds and Dar'Tessir
introducing herself. "I'm Ya’Tirrje. This is my home."
Dar’Tessir knew that name. The most powerful smuggler in Senchal, also known as
Goldcat.[89]
[90] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 21 2005, 05:37 PM)
[91] Slashes was a little nervous aobout going down this road, he did not want Falco to come up. "I can understand. I am not upset." He tried to change topics. "I had much to do with the new recruits. Many new soldiers, our server is one of them, how he does both I do not know." Remembering that Tsei had been raised away from her homeland he began to tell her all about the marsh, the cities, the Hist trees, his family. When the food came he picked up the raw meat with his claws and tore it with his teeth, blood running down his jaws. That got him to talking about the many animals in the marsh.
[93]
Tsei watched with something like disgust and amusement as Slashes 'ate' his
food. She cut her kwama up, and ate, while listening to him tell of the marsh. [94]
[95] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 06:31 PM)
[96] "Oh," Isidor said, smiling at the fact that the others had returned safely. His smile quickly faded, when Kethiah mentioned the fabricants, however. "Oh my ... Do you think that what Moonstone and the rest are saying is true, then? That the Tribunal is somehow back? How else would the fabricants be made; I thought they were Sotha Sil's creations ... ?"
[98]
"I don't know any more than that, but that's certainly what others are
going to think, that Sotha Sil created them," Kethiah nodded. "In
addition to whatever damage they do, they will bring true believers to
Moonstone."[99]
[100] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 04:37 PM)
[101] "Hello,"
said the Khajiit woman with a slight smile. "Who are you?"
"They're some strays we picked up in the slums," Alas said.
"They're enormously grateful for us keeping them from being sold into
slavery ... I suppose ..."
"One of them has even told us his name when we asked," Alack added.
"Just makes you feel good about doing good deeds."
"Shut up,” the woman said to the men, and turned to Reeds and Dar'Tessir
introducing herself. "I'm Ya’Tirrje. This is my home."
Dar’Tessir knew that name. The most powerful smuggler in Senchal, also
known as Goldcat.
[103]
"Reeds Saloat and Dar'Tessir." Reeds peplied, trying not to offend
his hosts. [104]
[105] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 06:38 PM)
[106] Tsei watched with something like disgust and amusement as Slashes 'ate' his food. She cut her kwama up, and ate, while listening to him tell of the marsh.
[108]
Slashes had finished eating. When Tsei finished he thanked her for a nice
evening, glad that it had gone apparently well. She had not been very
talkative, he guessed that she had not gone on many if any dates before. He
also told her that he hoped they would get a chance to meet again.
He paid for the meal and returned to the barracks.
At the barracks he got the news, fabricants in Ald Sotha. He changed back into
his unifrom and went to inform his lieutenants to step up training and
rediness. [109]
[110] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 06:44 PM)
[111] "Reeds Saloat and Dar'Tessir." Reeds peplied, trying not to offend his hosts.
[113]
"And you were saying you are in Senchal on business when I came in?"
Ya’Tirrje asked. "I'm sorry it was interrupted. Senchal has gotten much
safer in recent years, but there's still a rough element around, particularly
in the slums."
[114]
[115] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 05:40 PM)
[116] "I don't know any more than that, but that's certainly what others are going to think, that Sotha Sil created them," Kethiah nodded. "In addition to whatever damage they do, they will bring true believers to Moonstone."
[118]
Isidor shook his head. "This war is a nasty business ... Anyway, now that
the group is back, expect to be smuggled off to a secret location for the
wedding, soon." [119]
[120] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 04:50 PM)
[121] "And you were saying you are in Senchal on business when I came in?" Ya’Tirrje asked. "I'm sorry it was interrupted. Senchal has gotten much safer in recent years, but there's still a rough element around, particularly in the slums."
[123]
"You call slavers a 'rough element'?" Reeds asked her, incediculous,
"heck, what are they even still doing here, slavery was OUTLAWED weeks...
ago..." The little peices in Reeds mind began to form a picture he didn't
much enjoy. [124]
[125] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 06:53 PM)
[126] Isidor shook his head. "This war is a nasty business ... Anyway, now that the group is back, expect to be smuggled off to a secret location for the wedding, soon."
[128]
Kethiah grinned. "Like I said, there may not be a better time."
[129]
[130] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 05:50 PM)
[131] "And you were saying you are in Senchal on business when I came in?" Ya’Tirrje asked. "I'm sorry it was interrupted. Senchal has gotten much safer in recent years, but there's still a rough element around, particularly in the slums."
QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 05:53 PM)
[135] "You call slavers a 'rough element'?" Reeds asked her, incediculous, "heck, what are they even still doing here, slavery was OUTLAWED weeks... ago..." The little peices in Reeds mind began to form a picture he didn't much enjoy.
[137]
Dar'Tessir tried to silence Reeds. "He uh, he doesn't mean to be rude.
He's probably still frazzled from the attack. Dar'Tessir is very grateful for
Ya'Tirrje's help." [138]
[139] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 06:53 PM)
[140] "You call slavers a 'rough element'?" Reeds asked her, incediculous, "heck, what are they even still doing here, slavery was OUTLAWED weeks... ago..." The little peices in Reeds mind began to form a picture he didn't much enjoy.
[142]
"My dear, just because something is illegal doesn't mean there isn't a
lively market for it. Quite the opposite in fact," Ya’Tirrje laughed, low
and friendly. "The price for slaves has increased manifold since Helseth's
proclamation."[143]
QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 06:57 PM)
[144] Dar'Tessir tried to silence Reeds. "He uh, he doesn't mean to be rude. He's probably still frazzled from the attack. Dar'Tessir is very grateful for Ya'Tirrje's help."
[146]
"He thinks we've made light of your and his predicament earlier,"
Alas nodded, still smiling. "I guess in our business you develop a
somewhat dark sense of humor."[147]
[148] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 04:57 PM)
[149] Dar'Tessir tried to silence Reeds. "He uh, he doesn't mean to be rude. He's probably still frazzled from the attack. Dar'Tessir is very grateful for Ya'Tirrje's help."
[151]
Reeds noticed the sudden change in Dar'Tessir's attitude. Reeds asked him so
only he could hear, "And does Dar'Tessir plan on telling me who exactly
this woman is?" [152]
[153] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 05:59 PM)
[154] Reeds noticed the sudden change in Dar'Tessir's attitude. Reeds asked him so only he could hear, "And does Dar'Tessir plan on telling me who exactly this woman is?"
[156]
"Dar'Tessir is glad to, that is honored to be in your company, Ya’Tirrje
Goldcat. Dar'Tessir hopes your profits are high and cargo undiscovered?"
He felt it was unwise to tell Reeds directly she was the greatest smuggler in
Senchal and was even unsure that he should have said what he just did. [157]
[158] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 07:04 PM)
[159] "Dar'Tessir is glad to, that is honored to be in your company, Ya’Tirrje Goldcat. Dar'Tessir hopes your profits are high and cargo undiscovered?" He said. He felt it was unwise to tell Reeds directly she was the greatest smuggler in Senchal and was even unsure that he should have said what he just did.
[161]
Ya'Tirrje grinned more widely, her eyes twinkling. The sunlight on her hair,
skin, and dress, all the color of sand, made her look more like a Goldcat that
ever. "What a sweet sentiment. I wish you luck in your business, whatever
it is, provided it isn't in competition with mine. You do look familiar in fact
... You aren't a native, are you?"
[162]
[163] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 05:04 PM)
[164] "Dar'Tessir is glad to, that is honored to be in your company, Ya’Tirrje Goldcat. Dar'Tessir hopes your profits are high and cargo undiscovered?" He said. He felt it was unwise to tell Reeds directly she was the greatest smuggler in Senchal and was even unsure that he should have said what he just did.
[166]
Reeds bit his tongue. Liquer or no, he had a nasty habit of embarassing himself
in front of women, and today, he found, would be no exception. [167]
[168] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 05:04 PM)
[169] "We've seen each other's true selves, stripped of our motral flesh," Loranna says, looking to Shaka. "Vampire or no, Anya is still Anya."
[171]
"I can see that you will be a wonderful mother, Your Grace . . . Not that
I know anything about parenthood."
Shaka stood up. "Since it's still daylight, I'm going back to town to get
you some things. I'll return in a few hours."
Shaka Recalled to the yurt and packed up a gear bag full for Anya: robes, oil
lamps, a tapestry, and other possessions. "She shouldn't have to live like
an animal in a den," he muttered to himself. The battlemage walked back to
Ald Raathim for more supplies, and hired a horse to carry it.
He led the horse to the cave, managing to get back before sunset.[172]
[173] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 06:08 PM)
[174] Ya'Tirrje grinned more widely, her eyes twinkling. The sunlight on her hair, skin, and dress, all the color of sand, made her look more like a Goldcat that ever. "What a sweet sentiment. I wish you luck in your business, whatever it is, provided it isn't in competition with mine. You do look familiar in fact ... You aren't a native, are you?"
[176]
Dar'Tessir smiled, though he doubted she actually recognized him. "Yes,
Dar'Tessir is a natve of Senchal. Dar'Tessir does not compete with Ya'Tirrje,
he would lose." Even he felt he was laying it on too thick but he didn't
want to get on the bad side of a powerful crimelord. [177]
[178] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 07:12 PM)
[179] Dar'Tessir smiled, though he doubted she actually recognized him. "Yes, Dar'Tessir is a natve of Senchal. Dar'Tessir does not compete with Ya'Tirrje, he would lose." Even he felt he was laying it on too thick but he didn't want to get on the bad side of a powerful crimelord.
[181]
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere outside of Senchal though, more
recently?" Ya'Tirrje said thoughtfully. "Well, Dar'Tessir and Reeds,
I admire your ability to keep your mouths shut about your business. My
employees could learn a bit about that."
Alas and Alack looked at one another.
"She's talking about you, mate," said Alack.
"I don't think so, mate," Alas rejoined.
"I'm sure our paths will cross again," the golden beauty smiled.
"I need to get back to work, and I'm sure you do too."[182]
[183] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 07:09 PM)
[184] "I can see that
you will be a wonderful mother, Your Grace . . . Not that I
know anything about parenthood."
Shaka stood up. "Since it's still daylight, I'm going back to town
to get you some things. I'll return in a few hours."
Shaka Recalled to the yurt and packed up a gear bag full for Anya: robes,
oil lamps, a tapestry, and other possessions. "She shouldn't have to
live like an animal in a den," he muttered to himself. The
battlemage walked back to Ald Raathim for more supplies, and hired a horse to
carry it.
He led the horse to the cave, managing to get back before sunset.
[186]
Loranna looks back to Anya and shrugs. "I'm going to go take care of some
things; I'll be back in a while myself," she promises, leaning over to
whisper something in Anya's ear before taking her leave.
There was a lot to do today. People needed to be told of the threat from Ald
Sotha; preperations needed to be made. Tactics for dealing with the large crab
fabricants would need to be thought of, and soon, though without any idea of
their true capabilities, all they could do was plan and hope. The citizens of
Ald Raathim needed to be prepared as well - the drills Dragon and Kethiah had
worked on for so long would doubtless mean the difference between life and
death for many of her people ...[187]
Summary:
Solin recently conversed with Nalion outside Ald Raathim on the shoreline. He
is currently telling the local temple to spread the word to greater Temple,
including the Muatramer. [188]
[189] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 05:19 PM)
[190] "I feel like I've
seen you somewhere outside of Senchal though, more recently?" Ya'Tirrje
said thoughtfully. "Well, Dar'Tessir and Reeds, I admire your ability to
keep your mouths shut about your business. My employees could learn a bit
about that."
Alas and Alack looked at one another.
"She's talking about you, mate," said Alack.
"I don't think so, mate," Alas rejoined.
"I'm sure our paths will cross again," the golden beauty smiled.
"I need to get back to work, and I'm sure you do too."
[192]
"Was that permission to leave?" Reeds asked Alack and Alas. He added,
almost as an afterthought, "You didn't happen to also buy our weapons did
you?" [193]
[194] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 09:05 PM)
[195] "Was that permission to leave?" Reeds asked Alack and Alas. He added, almost as an afterthought, "You didn't happen to also buy our weapons did you?"
[197]
Alack laughed. "I'm sorry, I thought you were enjoying our company. No
need for permission, lads. Your weapons are in the great hall on the way to the
front door."
He gestured beyond the patio into the house. It was a palace, but simply laid
out. They could see the ornate marble front door from there.
"Good luck to you and your business," Alas added.
[198]
Telling Kethiah that
he had an errand to run; Isidor set to work at Shaka's cottage, making the
preperations for the wedding. He had excused Ty and Til early from school, so
they could help him.
After over an hour of work, Shaka's garden and yurt was a sight to behold.
There were paper lanterns burning brightly, attached to the roof of the yurt,
and tables set up in front, with a feast prepared by Bob, fit for an orcish
king. The pond shined with the light from the lanterns, and the fish glistened
like small diamonds. For the feast, Isidor had asked Bob to make only the best.
A smorgasbord of food and drink lined the tables, and Ty and Til stood along
side, dressed in their best clothing, waiting for the proceedings to begin.
Bob had made a cake as well, but that was being stored until it was needed.
Now, everything was set. All that was needed was the bride, and those who were
attending. Isidor made his way back to the Nymph and Noggin, and waited for the
group to return. [199]
[200] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 07:13 PM)
[201] Alack laughed.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were enjoying our company. No need for
permission, lads. Your weapons are in the great hall on the way to the
front door."
He gestured beyond the patio into the house. It was a palace, but simply
laid out. They could see the ornate marble front door from there.
"Good luck to you and your business," Alas added.
[203]
"Of course we're enjoying your company," Reeds rejoined,
"however, knowing that you can leave is always a good thing, as well as
knowing where your weapons are." Reeds reached for the bottle of wine. [204]
[205] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 08:14 PM)
[206] Telling Kethiah that
he had an errand to run; Isidor set to work at Shaka's cottage, making the
preperations for the wedding. He had excused Ty and Til early from school, so
they could help him.
After over an hour of work, Shaka's garden and yurt was a sight to behold.
There were paper lanterns burning brightly, attached to the roof of the yurt,
and tables set up in front, with a feast prepared by Bob, fit for an orcish
king. The pond shined with the light from the lanterns, and the fish glistened
like small diamonds. For the feast, Isidor had asked Bob to make only the best.
A smorgasbord of food and drink lined the tables, and Ty and Til stood along
side, dressed in their best clothing, waiting for the proceedings to begin.
Bob had made a cake as well, but that was being stored until it was needed.
Now, everything was set. All that was needed was the bride, and those who were
attending. Isidor made his way back to the Nymph and Noggin, and waited for the
group to return.
[208]
P'Rassha never went to the Black Marshes, that everybody knows. But he never
went either to Ald Raathim, and that was a problem. It took him a long time,
but he finally decided it was time to say hello to his old frienc, Loranna.
He arrived in Ald Raathim just before sunset, just in time to see that a
wedding was about to begin. He managed to approach the cottage's garden close
enough to see what was happening, but it was only a matter of tim before
someone noticed the 9 foot tall Khajiit with an orange fur and jaguar spots. In
addition, the oversized (for a normal Nord) Battleaxe and the shiny purple
amulet around his neck didn't help either... [209]
[210] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 09:14 PM)
[211] Bob had made a cake as well, but that was being stored until it was needed. Now, everything was set. All that was needed was the bride, and those who were attending. Isidor made his way back to the Nymph and Noggin, and waited for the group to return.
[213]
Shaka entered the Nymph and Noggin and talked to Isidor.
"So you've set up the gardens? That's great news," he said, his mood
lifting a little. "I'll be back soon with a surprise."
Recalling to the yurt, Shaka noticed the giant Khajiit. He walked over to shake
the storyteller's hand.
"Glad you could make it to the wedding, P'Rassha. You're probably
wondering why people are standing in a rocky field. Let me clear it up for you
. . . ."
Shaka cast the counterspell on the Khajiit, who would now see the gardens as
they really were. Shaka then excused himself and left to make a further
preparation . . . . [214]
[215] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 08:28 PM)
[216] Shaka entered the
Nymph and Noggin and talked to Isidor.
"So you've set up the gardens? That's great news," he said, his
mood lifting a little. "I'll be back soon with a surprise."
Recalling to the yurt, Shaka noticed the giant Khajiit. He walked over to
shake the storyteller's hand.
"Glad you could make it to the wedding, P'Rassha. You're probably
wondering why people are standing in a rocky field. Let me clear it up
for you . . . ."
Shaka cast the counterspell on the Khajiit, who would now see the gardens as
they really were. Shaka then excused himself and left to make a further
preparation . . . .
[218]
P'Rassha didn't seem surprised by the sudden appearance of the garden at the
place of what seemed an empty barren. Instead, he gladly returned the handshake
with strength before noticing he might have gone a little bit to far. He still
had difficulty to control his own strength.
"P'Rassha is happy to see Shaka. But P'Rassha didn't know there was a
wedding. Who are the the future husband and wife?" [219]
[220] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 09:16 PM)
[221] "Of course we're enjoying your company," Reeds rejoined, "however, knowing that you can leave is always a good thing, as well as knowing where your weapons are." Reeds reached for the bottle of wine.
[223]
Goldcat smiled. "Enjoy yourselves. It was a pleasure meeting you."
She went back into the palace with a swish of her tail.
Alas and Alack both breathed sighs of relief. "She's in a good mood. Must
have had a good day at the docks."
[224]
[225] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 21 2005, 09:39 PM)
[226] P'Rassha didn't seem
surprised by the sudden appearance of the garden at the place of what seemed an
empty barren. Instead, he gladly returned the handshake with strength before
noticing he might have gone a little bit to far. He still had difficulty to
control his own strength.
"P'Rassha is happy to see Shaka. But P'Rassha didn't know there was a
wedding. Who are the the future husband and wife?"
[228]
"I don't know if you've met Isidor and Kethiah, but they're the owners of
the Nymph and Noggin in town. Hopefully this wedding will run a lot more
smoothly than Lyssia's. . . . I'll be back for the ceremony, but I need to run
an errand. See you then."[229]
[230] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 07:40 PM)
[231] Goldcat smiled.
"Enjoy yourselves. It was a pleasure meeting you."
She went back into the palace with a swish of her tail.
Alas and Alack both breathed sighs of relief. "She's in a good mood.
Must have had a good day at the docks."
[233]
Reed sipped his wine and cast a glance at Dar'Tessir. That Goldcat was... well
she was... most definately something.
(OOC:out for an hour or three) [234]
[235] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 09:14 PM)
[236] Telling Kethiah that
he had an errand to run; Isidor set to work at Shaka's cottage, making the
preperations for the wedding. He had excused Ty and Til early from school, so
they could help him.
After over an hour of work, Shaka's garden and yurt was a sight to behold.
There were paper lanterns burning brightly, attached to the roof of the yurt,
and tables set up in front, with a feast prepared by Bob, fit for an orcish
king. The pond shined with the light from the lanterns, and the fish glistened
like small diamonds. For the feast, Isidor had asked Bob to make only the best.
A smorgasbord of food and drink lined the tables, and Ty and Til stood along
side, dressed in their best clothing, waiting for the proceedings to begin.
Bob had made a cake as well, but that was being stored until it was needed.
Now, everything was set. All that was needed was the bride, and those who were
attending. Isidor made his way back to the Nymph and Noggin, and waited for the
group to return.
[238]
Night fell, and Loranna was ready for the wedding; the word was spread
regarding the danger on VVardenfell and preperations were underway. She dressed
herself in a new outfit, one she had had tailored for her current girth; a
simple dress in a Nordic style, similar to Allie's dress for Lyssia's wedding
but blue to match her eyes, the collar and cuffs trimmed with gold, the waist
accented with a sash of silver and ruby. Her hair she had braided and looped,
the ruby earrings Tris had given her adorning her ears. Leaning on her staff,
she made her way to the Nymph and Noggin.
Dram accompanied Her Grace, outfitted in the Dres ceremonial bonemold armor,
the House's symbol proudly displayed on his cuirass. The light glinted on the
gold foil covering the bonemold, and a formal cloak in House colors billowed
around his shoulders. He looked every inch the stalwart knight in service to
his lady, and he bore his shield with dignity and poise as he escorted Loranna
to the wedding. [239]
Anya stood at the edge
of the forest, looking at the garden. She had found her tight, ankle length tan
dress from her room. She had quietly entered the castle and gathered a few
things.
Still, she wasn't confident she could hold her eyes and skin their original
color throughout the entire night, she she also wore a dark robe and hood that
could conceal her face.
Anya sighed, and made no move to get closer. She was feeling a bit peckish
after staying in all day. [240]
Nalion entered the
tavern shortly after Loranna and Dram. He, too, had changed his clothes. The
mage was now wearing a blue vest with traces of gold at the collar and sleeve,
deep black trousers likewise decorated with some tread of gold. His feet were
clad in soft leather boots. The Breton seemed relaxed and comfortable, but to
those who knew him, the slight shadow in his eyes spoke clearly that he still
was concerned about many things that had happened these last days.
Nalion carried a small package wrapped in red ribbons with him.
"Isidor, good to see you. And goo that there is at least some reason for
joy in this time of worries.", the mage said. [241]
P'Rassha spotted
Nallion as he entered the tavern with his keen eyes. It was a matter of seconds
before the giant Khajiit was at his side.
"Loranna and Nallion. It has been a while. P'Rassha heard Lady Loranna is
now a Duchess. Congratulations."
Realizing a little bit too late the actual center of interest was just a few
feet behind him, P'Rassha turned around, almost knocked Nallion with his axe,
and bowed.
"P'Rassha just heard about the upcoming event. I think we have met before.
P'Rassha is P'Rassha, and is quite happy to meet you, Isidor."
He turned back to Loranna and added:
"Do you know the buffet there is quite good. They asked P'Rassha not to
eat to much. They are afraid a Cathay-raht might eat too much." [242]
[243] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 08:28 PM)
[244] Shaka entered the
Nymph and Noggin and talked to Isidor.
"So you've set up the gardens? That's great news," he said, his
mood lifting a little. "I'll be back soon with a surprise."
Recalling to the yurt, Shaka noticed the giant Khajiit. He walked over to
shake the storyteller's hand.
"Glad you could make it to the wedding, P'Rassha. You're probably
wondering why people are standing in a rocky field. Let me clear it up
for you . . . ."
Shaka cast the counterspell on the Khajiit, who would now see the gardens as
they really were. Shaka then excused himself and left to make a further
preparation . . . .
[246]
Isidor nodded to Shaka, and wondered what the surprise was.[247]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 09:03 PM)
[248] Night fell, and
Loranna was ready for the wedding; the word was spread regarding the danger on
VVardenfell and preperations were underway. She dressed herself in a new
outfit, one she had had tailored for her current girth; a simple dress in a
Nordic style, similar to Allie's dress for Lyssia's wedding but blue to match
her eyes, the collar and cuffs trimmed with gold, the waist accented with a
sash of silver and ruby. Her hair she had braided and looped, the ruby
earrings Tris had given her adorning her ears. Leaning on her staff, she made
her way to the Nymph and Noggin.
Dram accompanied Her Grace, outfitted in the Dres ceremonial bonemold armor,
the House's symbol proudly displayed on his cuirass. The light glinted on
the gold foil covering the bonemold, and a formal cloak in House colors
billowed around his shoulders. He looked every inch the stalwart knight
in service to his lady, and he bore his shield with dignity and poise as he
escorted Loranna to the wedding.
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 21 2005, 09:22 PM)
[252] Nalion entered the tavern
shortly after Loranna and Dram. He, too, had changed his clothes. The mage was
now wearing a blue vest with traces of gold at the collar and sleeve, deep
black trousers likewise decorated with some tread of gold. His feet were clad
in soft leather boots. The Breton seemed relaxed and comfortable, but to those
who knew him, the slight shadow in his eyes spoke clearly that he still was
concerned about many things that had happened these last days.
Nalion carried a small package wrapped in red ribbons with him.
"Isidor, good to see you. And goo that there is at least some reason for
joy in this time of worries.", the mage said.
[254]
Isidor smiled as Nalion and Loranna came into the tavern. "The wedding's
alll set up." He said in a voice barely above the whisper. "We'll be
heading up to Shaka's garden now. I want to surprise Kethiah though, so you
guys can start walking up, and we'll meet you there." [255]
[256] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 21 2005, 09:27 PM)
[257] P'Rassha spotted
Nallion as he entered the tavern with his keen eyes. It was a matter of seconds
before the giant Khajiit was at his side.
"Loranna and Nallion. It has been a while. P'Rassha heard Lady Loranna is
now a Duchess. Congratulations."
Realizing a little bit too late the actual center of interest was just a few
feet behind him, P'Rassha turned around, almost knocked Nallion with his axe,
and bowed.
"P'Rassha just heard about the upcoming event. I think we have met before.
P'Rassha is P'Rassha, and is quite happy to meet you, Isidor."
He turned back to Loranna and added:
"Do you know the buffet there is quite good. They asked P'Rassha not to
eat to much. They are afraid a Cathay-raht might eat too much."
[259]
Nalion was startled at the appearance of the huge Khajiit. With his size and
the unique colouring of his fur, he was easily recognizeable, though.
A smile crept on the mage's face.
"P'Rassha! A pleasure to meet you again! How have you fared?", the
mage asked before turning to Isidor.
"P'Rassha has visited Solunastra some time ago, when the ghost threat was
beginning to rise."
Hearing the Khajiit's comment abotu the buffet, Nalion could not help to add.
"If I may give you a counsel, P'Rassha. At a buffet, always, mark me,
always, keep room for the dessert."
The mage winked before nodding to Isidor. "Then let us go get some fresh
air out in the fields." [260]
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 10:29 PM)
[262] Isidor nodded to
Shaka, and wondered what the surprise was.
Isidor smiled as Nalion and Loranna came into the tavern. "The wedding's
alll set up." He said in a voice barely above the whisper. "We'll be
heading up to Shaka's garden now. I want to surprise Kethiah though, so you
guys can start walking up, and we'll meet you there."
[264]
Loranna raises her eyebrows at Isidor, but nods. "All right," she
says, herself whispering. "We'll meet you there."[265]
QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 21 2005, 10:27 PM)
[266] P'Rassha spotted
Nallion as he entered the tavern with his keen eyes. It was a matter of seconds
before the giant Khajiit was at his side.
"Loranna and Nallion. It has been a while. P'Rassha heard Lady Loranna is
now a Duchess. Congratulations."
Realizing a little bit too late the actual center of interest was just a few
feet behind him, P'Rassha turned around, almost knocked Nallion with his axe,
and bowed.
"P'Rassha just heard about the upcoming event. I think we have met before.
P'Rassha is P'Rassha, and is quite happy to meet you, Isidor."
He turned back to Loranna and added:
"Do you know the buffet there is quite good. They asked P'Rassha not to
eat to much. They are afraid a Cathay-raht might eat too much."
[268]
"P'Rassha, hello again dear," Loranna says, smiling at the
always-cheerful Cathay-raht. "I've missed you; I hope the past few months
have been kind to you."
At P'Rassha's last comment, she chuckles, saying "They've been worried
about me eating too much too. I can't for the life of me imagine why
though."[269]
[270] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 21 2005, 09:34 PM)
[271] Nalion was startled at
the appearance of the huge Khajiit. With his size and the unique colouring of
his fur, he was easily recognizeable, though.
A smile crept on the mage's face.
"P'Rassha! A pleasure to meet you again! How have you fared?", the mage
asked before turning to Isidor.
"P'Rassha has visited Solunastra some time ago, when the ghost threat was
beginning to rise."
Hearing the Khajiit's comment abotu the buffet, Nalion could not help to add.
"If I may give you a counsel, P'Rassha. At a buffet, always, mark me,
always, keep room for the dessert."
The mage winked before nodding to Isidor. "Then let us go get some fresh
air out in the fields."
[273]
"The pleasure is all P'Rassha's. Do you know P'rassha had a few good
adventures worthy to be told. P'Rassha is sure he can find a moment during the
wedding to tell some of them. You'll heard quite an epic tale this time." [274]
[275] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 08:46 PM)
[276] Reed sipped his wine
and cast a glance at Dar'Tessir. That Goldcat was... well she was... most
definately something.
(OOC:out for an hour or three)
[278]
Dar'Tessir saw Reeds reach for the wine and rolled his eyes, "Dar'Tessir
thinks we should be going," he said as he took the wine from Reeds hand,
"We musn't keep my friend waiting." He smiled, they took their
weapons and exited.
After meeting and making an arangement with Dar'Tessir's contact they went to
the mages guild and took the guild guide back to Ald Raathim. [279]
Isidor shook P'Raasha's hand. "I believe we met at Lyssia's wedding. Nice to see you again. And, enjoy the banquet." He said with a wink.[280]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 21 2005, 09:34 PM)
[281] Nalion was startled at
the appearance of the huge Khajiit. With his size and the unique colouring of
his fur, he was easily recognizeable, though.
A smile crept on the mage's face.
"P'Rassha! A pleasure to meet you again! How have you fared?", the
mage asked before turning to Isidor.
"P'Rassha has visited Solunastra some time ago, when the ghost threat was
beginning to rise."
Hearing the Khajiit's comment abotu the buffet, Nalion could not help to add.
"If I may give you a counsel, P'Rassha. At a buffet, always, mark me,
always, keep room for the dessert."
The mage winked before nodding to Isidor. "Then let us go get some fresh
air out in the fields."
[283]
Isidor nodded, and shook Nalion's hand. "See you there."[284]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 09:36 PM)
[285] Loranna raises her
eyebrows at Isidor, but nods. "All right," she says, herself
whispering. "We'll meet you there."
"P'Rassha, hello again dear," Loranna says, smiling at the
always-cheerful Cathay-raht. "I've missed you; I hope the past few
months have been kind to you."
At P'Rassha's last comment, she chuckles, saying "They've been worried
about me eating too much too. I can't for the life of me imagine why
though."
[287]
Isidor smiled again, and went to find Kethiah. He was dressed in nothing
special, as not to attract attention.
[288]
[289] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 08:39 PM)
[290] Dar'Tessir saw Reeds
reach for the wine and rolled his eyes, "Dar'Tessir thinks we should be
going," he said as he took the wine from Reeds hand, "We musn't keep
my friend waiting." He smiled, they took their weapons and exited.
After meeting and making an arangement with Dar'Tessir's contact they went to
the mages guild and took the guild guide back to Ald Raathim.
[292]
Reeds appeared in the Mages Guild in a shower of magical sparks. He lurched a
bit. He always felt queasy after magical trnasport, and he was dieing for a
heshkal right about now.
"I don't know about you," Reeds said to Dar'Tessir, "But I'm
going over to the Nymph for a bit." [293]
[294] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 09:43 PM)
[295] Reeds appeared in the
Mages Guild in a shower of magical sparks. He lurched a bit. He always felt
queasy after magical trnasport, and he was dieing for a heshkal right about
now.
"I don't know about you," Reeds said to Dar'Tessir, "But I'm
going over to the Nymph for a bit."
[297]
"Dar'Tessir would love to." He was excited about finally being able
to buy something with his newly earned money. [298]
[299] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 10:41 PM)
[300] Isidor smiled again, and went to find Kethiah. He was dressed in nothing special, as not to attract attention.
[302]
A drunk scuffle had broken out in the Noggin, and Kethiah was there to toss the
three combatants out on their ear onto the docks.
"A little roughhousing I can tolerate," she told them. "But go
to the Bloody Sandal if you want to break furniture."
Seeing Isidor, she smiled. "Hello, killer."
[303]
[304] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 10:41 PM)
[305] Isidor shook
P'Raasha's hand. "I believe we met at Lyssia's wedding. Nice to see you
again. And, enjoy the banquet." He said with a wink.
Isidor nodded, and shook Nalion's hand. "See you there."
Isidor smiled again, and went to find Kethiah. He was dressed in nothing
special, as not to attract attention.
[307]
When Kethiah was guided to the window, she would see a unique sight. A bull
netch drifted toward the tavern, a wicker basket suspended from it by a net.
Shaka could be seen holding a lantern in one hand, and he waved from the
basket. He landed the basket outside the entrance of the Nymph.
"I thought of wearing a gondolier hat, but it would be too much," he
said. "May I help you into the basket, Kethiah?"[308]
[309] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 09:45 PM)
[310] A drunk scuffle had
broken out in the Noggin, and Kethiah was there to toss the three combatants
out on their ear onto the docks.
"A little roughhousing I can tolerate," she told them. "But go
to the Bloody Sandal if you want to break furniture."
Seeing Isidor, she smiled. "Hello, killer."
[312]
Isidor frowned. "Sorry they were giving you trouble," Isidor said.
"Want to come outside for a minute? Shaka wanted to show you a wedding
gift at his yurt ..."
When Isidor saw the bull netch, he looked up in surprise. "Nice one, Shaka
.." He said with a smile. [313]
[314] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 08:45 PM)
[315] "Dar'Tessir would love to." He was excited about finally being able to buy something with his newly earned money.
[317]
Reeds and Dar'Tessir headed off to the Nymph&Noggin. When they approached,
they saw the odd sight of a netch descending upon the building. Getting closer,
Reeds could make out Shaka in the basket below the giant creature. He guessed
what was going on.
"Shaka!" He called out as Kethiah Stepped into the basket,
"Where is it?!" [318]
[319] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 10:52 PM)
[320] Reeds and Dar'Tessir
headed off to the Nymph&Noggin. When they approached, they saw the odd
sight of a netch descending upon the building. Getting closer, Reeds could make
out Shaka in the basket below the giant creature. He guessed what was going on.
"Shaka!" He called out as Kethiah Stepped into the basket,
"Where is it?!"
[322]
"At my gardens, " called back Shaka. "Walk with the others if
you want. I placed torches along the trail too, to help guide the wedding
party."[323]
[324] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 10:51 PM)
[325] Isidor frowned.
"Sorry they were giving you trouble," Isidor said. "Want to come
outside for a minute? Shaka wanted to show you a wedding gift at his yurt
..."
When Isidor saw the bull netch, he looked up in surprise. "Nice one, Shaka
.." He said with a smile.
[327]
Kethiah looked at the netch, then looked at Shaka, then at Isidor.
"I assume you're going to tell me what's going on soon," she said
with a smile.
Then, overhearing Shaka and Reeds, she looked back at Isidor. "Wedding
party?"[328]
[329] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 08:54 PM)
[330] "At my gardens, " called back Shaka. "Walk with the others if you want. I placed torches along the trail too, to help guide the wedding party."
[332]
"Thanks!" He shouted back. Looking at his companion's curious
expression, he explained. "Kethiah and Isidor's wedding. Want to come and
meet the locals? I'm sure they'll be room for you." [333]
[334] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 09:55 PM)
[335] Kethiah looked at the
netch, then looked at Shaka, then at Isidor.
"I assume you're going to tell me what's going on soon," she said
with a smile.
Then, overhearing Shaka and Reeds, she looked back at Isidor. "Wedding
party?"
[337]
Isidor smiled. "C'mon; this netch won't wait forever." He helped her
into the basket, and with that, they were off. [338]
[339] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 10:58 PM)
[340] Isidor smiled. "C'mon; this netch won't wait forever." He helped her into the basket, and with that, they were off.
[342]
Kethiah was nearly hysterical with laughter. She touched her hair, which was
half-undone. A smudge of grease from the kitchen was on her cheek. Her common
dress was stained from beer.
She wrapped her arms around Isidor and kissed him hard. "This is
perfect."
[343]
[344] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 09:57 PM)
[345] "Thanks!" He shouted back. Looking at his companion's curious expression, he explained. "Kethiah and Isidor's wedding. Want to come and meet the locals? I'm sure they'll be room for you."
[347]
Dar'Tessir wasn't much for parties but in this town he only really knew Nalion,
Reeds, and the Headmisstress so he decided to go. "Dar'Tessir would love
to go." He looked down at his attire, "is Dar'Tessir dressed
appropriately?" It didn't really matter, these were his only cloathes. [348]
[349] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 10:01 PM)
[350] Kethiah was nearly
hysterical with laughter. She touched her hair, which was
half-undone. A smudge of grease from the kitchen was on her cheek.
Her common dress was stained from beer.
She wrapped her arms around Isidor and kissed him hard. "This is
perfect."
[352]
Isidor laughed and kissed her. "Well, thank Shaka for this. The best is
yet to come, I'd like to think ... " The yurt was in site, now. [353]
[354] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 09:01 PM)
[355] Dar'Tessir wasn't much for parties but in this town he only really knew Nalion, Reeds, and the Headmisstress so he decided to go. "Dar'Tessir would love to go." He looked down at his attire, "is Dar'Tessir dressed appropriately?" It didn't really matter, these were his only cloathes.
[357]
"Dressed appropriately?" Reeds asked him rhetorically, "Look at
the bride for oblivion's sake! Come on," He led Dar'Tessir along the path
of lights to Shaka's yurt. [358]
[359] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 10:58 PM)
[360] Isidor smiled. "C'mon; this netch won't wait forever." He helped her into the basket, and with that, they were off.
[362]
Shaka gently guided the netch to port with a pull on the guide ropes, and they
headed west over Ald Raathim. It was a perfect summer's night.
"We'll be there in less than a quarter-hour," he said. He smiled at
Kethiah.
"I know we didn't give you a chance to dress up, but I have some good
robes at the yurt if you'd like. Even a flower circlet for your hair, if you'd
like it. I hope this surprise is all right."[363]
[364] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 10:03 PM)
[365] "Dressed appropriately?" Reeds asked him rhetorically, "Look at the bride for oblivion's sake! Come on," He led Dar'Tessir along the path of lights to Shaka's yurt.
[367]
Dar'Tessir followed along. He still had Goldcat on his mind, where could she
have recognized him from? He hadn't ever seen her in Senchal. She must have
visited Ald Raathim and seen him, though he's sure he would have remembered
seeing her.
When they arrived Dar'Tessir was more than a little confused. "Why are
they having a wedding in this rocky place?" [368]
[369] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 09:06 PM)
[370] Dar'Tessir followed
along. He still had Goldcat on his mind, where could she have recognized
him from? He hadn't ever seen her in Senchal. She must have visited
Ald Raathim and seen him, though he's sure he would have remembered seeing her.
When they arrived Dar'Tessir was more than a little confused. "Why
are they having a wedding in this rocky place?"
[372]
"To be completely honest," Reeds said, "I don't know." He
gazed off a bit, and those near him would have noticed his eyes frost over a
bit, "Although the invisible garden could be one reason." [373]
[374] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 21 2005, 11:03 PM)
[375] Isidor laughed and kissed her. "Well, thank Shaka for this. The best is yet to come, I'd like to think ... " The yurt was in site, now.
[377]
Kethiah looked out in wonder. Isidor saw a little tear in her eye which she
quickly wiped away.
"Unbelievable," Kethiah smiled. "I love you."
(OOC -- Unfortunately I have to run! Let the party continue, and assume Kethiah
is there, just too overwhelmed to talk much.[378] [379] ) [380]
P'Rassha was happy, he
was reunited with long-time friends, but he had something in his mind. He dare
to ask.
"Excuse me Lady Loranna, P'Rassha is terribly sorry to say it when it's
suppose to be a day of rejoicing, but P'Rassha isn't here by luck.
When P'Rassha was in Cyrodil with Cyrodiil friend, he heard about quite a
commotion in Vvanderfell. Is that true?" [381]
[382] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 10:07 PM)
[383] "To be completely honest," Reeds said, "I don't know." He gazed off a bit, and those near him would have noticed his eyes frost over a bit, "Although the invisible garden could be one reason."
[385]
"Well, it's obviously an illusion then. Let's find someone who can let
Dar'Tessir see." [386]
[387] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 11:07 PM)
[388] Kethiah looked out in
wonder. Isidor saw a little tear in her eye which she quickly wiped away.
"Unbelievable," Kethiah smiled. "I love you."
(OOC -- Unfortunately I have to run! Let the party continue, and assume
Kethiah is there, just too overwhelmed to talk much.[389] [390] )
[392]
Loranna greets Isidor and Kethiah as they step off the netch basket. "Hail
my friends; congratulations on this most wonderful day." Looking to
Kethiah, she smiles, a light blush coming to her cheeks. "I hope I didn't
over-dress ..."[393]
QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 21 2005, 11:08 PM)
[394] P'Rassha was happy, he
was reunited with long-time friends, but he had something in his mind. He dare
to ask.
"Excuse me Lady Loranna, P'Rassha is terribly sorry to say it when it's
suppose to be a day of rejoicing, but P'Rassha isn't here by luck.
When P'Rassha was in Cyrodil with Cyrodiil friend, he heard about quite a
commotion in Vvanderfell. Is that true?"
[396]
Loranna's smile fades somewhat. "Rumor travels fast I see; aye, there's a
big commotion coming and soon," she says to P'Rassha quietly. "But
now is not the time to speak of such matters; we'll talk later, after
dinner."[397]
[398] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 11:04 PM)
[399] "I know we didn't give you a chance to dress up, but I have some good robes at the yurt if you'd like. Even a flower circlet for your hair, if you'd like it. I hope this surprise is all right."
[401]
Kethiah laughed. "That's what makes this so special, Shaka. I'm a natural
organizer, and in my career as an assassin, I was never surprised. Isidor
surprised me."
"I might take you up on the offer of flowers, but there's something oddly
appropriate about wearing this old thing," she looked at the plain,
stained dress. "Isidor knows I have plenty of faults, but vanity is not
one of them."
And the truth was, she looked lovely. Disheveled but beautiful.
(OOC -- Now I'm really out for the night!)[402]
[403] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Dec 21 2005, 09:12 PM)
[404] "Well, it's obviously an illusion then. Let's find someone who can let Dar'Tessir see."
[406]
"Verily," agreed Reeds, "seeing it all in yellow and green
really isn't much of an effect."
They tracked down Shaka after noticing the delightful sampling of pies at the
table, and Reeds greeted him and asked him, "Do you intend to keep this
garden hidden from your guests? may we see it please?" [407]
[408] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 10:13 PM)
[409]
Loranna's smile fades somewhat. "Rumor travels fast I see; aye,
there's a big commotion coming and soon," she says to P'Rassha
quietly. "But now is not the time to speak of such matters; we'll
talk later, after dinner."
[411]
"P'Rassha is sorry. Lady Loranna say the truth. Now is not the time to
talk about problems. Now is the time to talk about the buffet. Have you tasted
the Crab bites, P'Rassha thinks they are excellent. Reminds me of when Corradon
and I were trapped in an island just west of Morrowind mainland." [412]
[413] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 11:15 PM)
[414] "Verily,"
agreed Reeds, "seeing it all in yellow and green really isn't much of an
effect."
They tracked down Shaka after noticing the delightful sampling of pies at the
table, and Reeds greeted him and asked him, "Do you intend to keep this
garden hidden from your guests? may we see it please?"
[416]
"Of course," said Shaka, and passed his hand over their eyes.
"I'm going to give the counterspell to everyone here, those who don't have
it already. The illusion is meant for Indoril and Redoran troops, not
friends."[417]
[418] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 09:21 PM)
[419] "Of course," said Shaka, and passed his hand over their eyes. "I'm going to give the counterspell to everyone here, those who don't have it already. The illusion is meant for Indoril and Redoran troops, not friends."
[421]
"I am glad that you consider me a friend mar..." He stopped. He
remembered something about Shaka and him not being too keen about Argonian
culture, would marshrother offend? "...Shaka." he finished. [422]
[423] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 10:21 PM)
[424] "Of course," said Shaka, and passed his hand over their eyes. "I'm going to give the counterspell to everyone here, those who don't have it already. The illusion is meant for Indoril and Redoran troops, not friends."
[426]
Dar'Tessir was glad he could see the garden now. "Thank you... Shaka is
it? Dar'Tessir is glad to meet you." [427]
[428] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 11:21 PM)
[429] "Of course," said Shaka, and passed his hand over their eyes. "I'm going to give the counterspell to everyone here, those who don't have it already. The illusion is meant for Indoril and Redoran troops, not friends."
[431]
"Like me?" Reichi asked. He had ditched the blooded and ventilated
redoran bonemold for his 'shapeshifer' armor, the dull silver and ornate
patterns carved into it allowing it to easily double as a dress armor of sorts.
[432]
[433] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 21 2005, 11:22 PM)
[434] "I am glad that you consider me a friend mar..." He stopped. He remembered something about Shaka and him not being too keen about Argonian culture, would marshrother offend? "...Shaka." he finished.
[436]
Shaka looked at him, guessing the rest of his sentence. " 'Marshbrother'
" isn't a bad title. Part of me will always be Argonian. Long story
though. Enjoy the wedding."
He clapped Reichi on the shoulder. "Comrade in arms too."
Shaka raised his voice to carry to others in the small crowd. "Tonight
there's no civil war. We're here to celebrate two lives who've joined together.
Thank you for letting me be a part of this. And thank you to our Duchess."
Shaka walked to the edge of the celebration for a moment. "Elf, if you can
hear me . . . Join us. My lady of darkness, I'm holding this wedding at night
partly for your sake." [437]
[438] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 09:30 PM)
[439] Shaka looked at him,
guessing the rest of his sentence. " 'Marshbrother' " isn't a
bad title. Part of me will always be Argonian. Long story
though. Enjoy the wedding."
Shaka raised his voice to carry to others in the small crowd.
"Tonight there's no civil war. We're here to celebrate two lives
who've joined together. Thank you for letting me be a part of this.
And thank you to our Duchess."
Shaka walked to the edge of the celebration for a moment. "Elf, if
you can hear me . . . Join us. My lady of darkness, I'm holding
this wedding at night partly for your sake."
[441]
"I will," Reeds replied, moving off to converse with the other guests
and enjoy the garden. [442]
[443] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 11:30 PM)
[444] Shaka looked at him,
guessing the rest of his sentence. " 'Marshbrother' " isn't a
bad title. Part of me will always be Argonian. Long story
though. Enjoy the wedding."
He clapped Reichi on the shoulder. "Comrade in arms too."
Shaka raised his voice to carry to others in the small crowd.
"Tonight there's no civil war. We're here to celebrate two lives
who've joined together. Thank you for letting me be a part of this.
And thank you to our Duchess."
Shaka walked to the edge of the celebration for a moment. "Elf, if
you can hear me . . . Join us. My lady of darkness, I'm holding
this wedding at night partly for your sake."
[446]
Loranna smiles, though inwardly she mutters Let's not draw too much
attention to Anya's condition, Shaka ...
She lets out a breath, telling herself not to complain. Like Shaka said,
tonight was a night to celebrate, not dwell on problems too big to tackle this
moment.[447]
[448] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 09:30 PM)
[449] Shaka walked to the edge of the celebration for a moment. "Elf, if you can hear me . . . Join us. My lady of darkness, I'm holding this wedding at night partly for your sake."
[451]
Anya sighed again. She looked in a puddle of water near her, to make sure her
eyes weren't going to scare everyone there, and walked into the party. She
pulled off the robe, but made sure it was within hand's reach at all times. Her
skin radiated, her eyes a sharp green, her dress hugging her body. Her scars
were still prominent, it was enough to hold her color all night.
She looked at the buffet, mumbling, " 'M hungry. And could you keep quiet
about the darkness? Were surrounded by people, especially dunmer. Thank you
though."[452]
P'Rassha realized he
was surrounded by a good number of listeners. Even though he knew he wasn't the
center of attention, he took the opportunity, a bottle of fine Mazte in his
hand, to start the story he started a minute ago.
"Like P'Rassha told you, P'Rassha and his companion Corradon were trapped
on an island west of Morrowind."
He stopped for a second.
"Have P'Rassha ever talked to you about Corradon? P'Rassha doesn't think
so. He is one of the best swordsman P'Rassha never met. Pretty good with a
sword, and equally good with its wits. A fine Redguard in fact. A long time
companion."
He paused just long enough to bite a delicious fruit and continued.
"Corradon and P'Rassha were trapped on an island. Our boat sank because of
Dreughs. We had to fight our way to the island and we we badly wounded when we
finally set foot on solid ground. P'Rassha had lost my beloved axe and Corradon
never had the time to grab his Glass Sword. In a way, the situation was not to
our advantage." [453]
[454] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 21 2005, 09:44 PM)
[455] P'Rassha realized he
was surrounded by a good number of listeners. Even though he knew he wasn't the
center of attention, he took the opportunity, a bottle of fine Mazte in his
hand, to start the story he started a minute ago.
"Like P'Rassha told you, P'Rassha and his companion Corradon were trapped
on an island west of Morrowind."
He stopped for a second.
"Have P'Rassha ever talked to you about Corradon? P'Rassha doesn't think
so. He is one of the best swordsman P'Rassha never met. Pretty good with a
sword, and equally good with its wits. A fine Redguard in fact. A long time
companion."
He paused just long enough to bite a delicious fruit and continued.
"Corradon and P'Rassha were trapped on an island. Our boat sank because of
Dreughs. We had to fight our way to the island and we we badly wounded when we
finally set foot on solid ground. P'Rassha had lost my beloved axe and
Corradon never had the time to grab his Glass Sword. In a way, the situation
was not to our advantage."
[457]
hearing what might prove to be an interesting story, Reeds found a place to sit
near with his Heshkal so he could listen. [458]
[459] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 21 2005, 11:39 PM)
[460] Anya sighed again. She
looked in a puddle of water near her, to make sure her eyes weren't going to
scare everyone there, and walked into the party. She pulled off the robe, but
made sure it was within hand's reach at all times. Her skin radiated, her eyes
a sharp green, her dress hugging her body. Her scars were still prominent, it
was enough to hold her color all night.
She looked at the buffet, mumbling, " 'M hungry. And could you keep quiet
about the darkness? Were surrounded by people, especially dunmer. Thank you
though."
[462]
Shaka was a little abashed about it. "Sorry. Walk with me into the yurt
for a second."
Once out of sight of the others, Shaka took out his Glass knife and cut his
arm, filling a goblet. He looked at Anya squarely in the eyes. "If the
thought of lizard blood isn't disgusting, I want to help. Maybe later Loranna's
alchemy can help you more so. . . . "
He reached out to touch Anya's cheek in their old familiar gesture, though both
knew that their lives had changed greatly, almost unimaginably.
[463]
"As you might
already have guessed, Neither Corradon nor P'Rassha had food on him at that
time. Everything was on the boat, and our boat was now several meters
underwater. The Dreughs were still there, waiting in the blue water. P'Rassha
didn't saw them, but P'Rassha knew they were there. They wouldn't have broken
our boat, then attacked us just to let us die on that island.
Corradon then said the first thing to do was to look around the island, see how
big it was and if there was food on it. And in fact, there was. The island
wasn't that large, roughly 1 square kilometer, and not really fertile. About 2
or 3 chokeweeds and that was about it. But P'Rassha found another source of
food. In the northen shore of the island, P'Rassha found a colony of Mudcrabs.
Lots of Mudcrab.
P'Rassha ran towards Corradon, who was searching the south shore, and together,
we captured and roasted one the crustacean. Noneof us knew how to prepare
crabmeat, but we ate that evening and that was just what we needed.
After aday of boating, sinking, fightig and searching, Corradon and P'Rassha
went to sleep very rapidly. P'Rassha had nightmares that night. Horrible
nightmares." [464]
[465] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 21 2005, 09:47 PM)
[466] Shaka was a little
abashed about it. "Sorry. Walk with me into the yurt for a
second."
Once out of sight of the others, Shaka took out his Glass knife and cut his
arm, filling a goblet. He looked at Anya squarely in the eyes.
"If the thought of lizard blood isn't disgusting, I want to help.
Maybe later Loranna's alchemy can help you more so. . . . "
He reached out to touch Anya's cheek in their old familiar gesture, though both
knew that their lives had changed greatly, almost unimaginably.
[468]
Anya stared at the goblet, the smell overwhelming her. She cupped the goblet
and drank hurriedly from it, trying to maintain some form to herself.
She set it down, wiping a little that escaped out the corner of her mouth. She
stared in a mirror, realizing how she must look. Anya quickly sat down and
covered her face with her hands. It felt good to drink, but...
She quickly stood up, and gave Shaka a hurried embrace, "Thank you."
She promtly left for the party.
[469]
[470] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 21 2005, 10:58 PM)
[471]
She quickly stood up, and gave Shaka a hurried embrace, "Thank you."
She promtly left for the party.
[473]
Maybe it was just a coincidence, but when he said nightmares, P'Rassha was
looking directly in Anya's direction [474]
[475] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 21 2005, 10:01 PM)
[476] Maybe it was just a coincidence, but when he said nightmares, P'Rassha was looking directly in Anya's direction
[478]
Anya looked at P'Rassha, her head cocked, before walking over to him. She
tapped his nose lightly with a couple fingers, "That large sniffer's
telling you more than you'd like, isn't it? But don't pause the story on my
account."
She sat down next to P'Rassha, hoping the story might preoccupy her a bit.[479]
[480] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 21 2005, 11:58 PM)
[481] Anya stared at the
goblet, the smell overwhelming her. She cupped the goblet and drank hurriedly
from it, trying to maintain some form to herself.
She set it down, wiping a little that escaped out the corner of her mouth. She
stared in a mirror, realizing how she must look. Anya quickly sat down and
covered her face with her hands. It felt good to drink, but...
She quickly stood up, and gave Shaka a hurried embrace, "Thank you."
She promtly left for the party.
[483]
Shaka sat for a while in the yurt before going back out to mingle. He hadn't
been as revulsed as Anya probably thought he was, but it was still sobering.
He was beginning to realize, though, that Anya wasn't a demon. She was doing
the best she could with the hand she'd been dealt.
Shaka returned to the party.[484]
[485] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 12:05 AM)
[486] Anya looked at
P'Rassha, her head cocked, before walking over to him. She tapped his nose
lightly with a couple fingers, "That large sniffer's telling you more than
you'd like, isn't it? But don't pause the story on my account."
She sat down next to P'Rassha, hoping the story might preoccupy her a bit.
[488]
"What nightmaes, dear? And what happened next?" Loranna asks
P'Rassha, looking enthralled by his story. [489]
"P'Rassha dreamt
of ghosts and murders. And when P'Rassha woke up, Violetta had dissapear, just
like Corradon."
P'Rassha remembered not everybody knew Violetta, so he just pointed a clawed
finger towards the purple amulet aroud his neck.
"P'Rassha smelled the Dreughs when he woke up. They were still in the
water, waiting. But there was no trace of blood. Corradon was still alive. At
least his blood was not spilled. Therefore, P'Rassha searched in the island for
Corradon and Violetta. It was still dark. the sun hadn't reach the horizon yet,
but P'Rassha could still feel its warmth and light slowly rising. It wasnot
long before P'Rassha searched the whole island. P'Rassha was the only living
soul remaining in the island. Corradon and Violetta had left.
There was only one place where they could have gone. In the wreckage, but
without P'Rassha's axe, P'Rassha had less chance to reach its boat alive,
considering P'Rassha would have to face several dreughs in the process in
addition of having to hold its breath."
P'Rassha stopped his story once again, drank another sip from its bottle and
continued.
"But P'Rassha knew the pearls could help him in his quest. Some of you
might know the pearls, if prepared correctly, can make you breathe underwater
just like an argonian. Thus, P'Rassha searched the shores for collops." [490]
"It wasn't long
before P'Rassha found some large Collops close enough from the shore that no
dreugh could reach. P'Rassha used a mudcrab shell and a rock as a mortar and
prepared the potion P'Rassha needed to breathe underwater. It wasn't long
before P'Rassha had enough potions to last at least an hour without having to
return to the surface. That wouldn't help with the Dreughs though.
But P'Rassha wasn't without ressources. P'Rassha knows some usefull spell, and
one of them is Chameleon. With enough grace and luck, P'Rassha could sneak up
behing most off the dreughs and reach the his ship wreckage. P'Rassha kept only
what was necessary, meaning the 5 Water Breathing potions he had and jumped
into the water. P'Rassha casted his Chameleon spell soon after and swim towards
the boat.
Just like P'Rassha thought, the dreughs were waiting for in the water, hidden
behind rocks and such, but P'Rassha was brighter than them. Everybody knows, no
matter the breed, all Khajjits are good thieves. P'Rassha fooled 5 of them
before a sixth one noticed him. Quickly, P'Rassha grabbed it by the neck and
with all its strength broke it. The dreugh didn't had the time to warn its
friend, but the sound of the battle was enough for calling a dozen of them.
P'Rassha is not stupid. Fighting a single dreugh is easy. Fighting an army of
them is not. [491]
Anya tried to listen
to P'Rassha's story, but her mind kept focusing elsewhere. Finally, after
several minutes, she stood up and sought out Reichi. It wasn't hard since he
chose to wear his distinct armor.
Spotting him, she walked up behind and tapped him on the shoulder. "I
wonder if the make that for my type. Um... do you think he could talk out of
earshot of them." she asked, sweeping her arm at the crowd gathering. [492]
[493] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 22 2005, 12:24 AM)
[494] Just like P'Rassha thought, the dreughs were waiting for in the water, hidden behind rocks and such, but P'Rassha was brighter than them. Everybody knows, no matter the breed, all Khajjits are good thieves. P'Rassha fooled 5 of them before a sixth one noticed him. Quickly, P'Rassha grabbed it by the neck and with all its strength broke it. The dreugh didn't had the time to warn its friend, but the sound of the battle was enough for calling a dozen of them. P'Rassha is not stupid. Fighting a single dreugh is easy. Fighting an army of them is not.
[496]
Shaka had been standing at the edge of the crowd, listening to the storyteller.
He walked closer and sat, near to Anya and Loranna.
When Anya got up to talk to Reichi, he followed her with his eyes but stayed to
hear the rest of the tale.[497]
[498] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 22 2005, 12:24 AM)
[499] "It wasn't long
before P'Rassha found some large Collops close enough from the shore that no
dreugh could reach. P'Rassha used a mudcrab shell and a rock as a mortar and
prepared the potion P'Rassha needed to breathe underwater. It wasn't long
before P'Rassha had enough potions to last at least an hour without having to
return to the surface. That wouldn't help with the Dreughs though.
But P'Rassha wasn't without ressources. P'Rassha knows some usefull spell, and
one of them is Chameleon. With enough grace and luck, P'Rassha could sneak up
behing most off the dreughs and reach the his ship wreckage. P'Rassha kept only
what was necessary, meaning the 5 Water Breathing potions he had and jumped
into the water. P'Rassha casted his Chameleon spell soon after and swim towards
the boat.
Just like P'Rassha thought, the dreughs were waiting for in the water, hidden
behind rocks and such, but P'Rassha was brighter than them. Everybody knows, no
matter the breed, all Khajjits are good thieves. P'Rassha fooled 5 of them
before a sixth one noticed him. Quickly, P'Rassha grabbed it by the neck and
with all its strength broke it. The dreugh didn't had the time to warn its
friend, but the sound of the battle was enough for calling a dozen of them.
P'Rassha is not stupid. Fighting a single dreugh is easy. Fighting an army of
them is not.
[501]
Loranna had been smiling when P'Rassha described his use of basic alchemy to
survive; it appealed to the alchemist in her.
She asks "What next? How did you evade the other dreugh?"[502]
[503] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 12:26 AM)
[504] Anya tried to listen
to P'Rassha's story, but her mind kept focusing elsewhere. Finally, after
several minutes, she stood up and sought out Reichi. It wasn't hard since he
chose to wear his distinct armor.
Spotting him, she walked up behind and tapped him on the shoulder. "I
wonder if the make that for my type. Um... do you think he could talk out of
earshot of them." she asked, sweeping her arm at the crowd gathering.
[506]
"I don't know, maybe it'll fit a chick, maybe not," Reichi replied,
to throw off any suspiscion anyone in earshot of Anya's first remark might have
had. "But yeah, we should get somewhere less public." [507]
[508] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 21 2005, 10:29 PM)
[509] "I don't know, maybe it'll fit a chick, maybe not," Reichi replied, to throw off any suspiscion anyone in earshot of Anya's first remark might have had. "But yeah, we should get somewhere less public."
[511]
Anya found a spot not to far off in the woods, keeping them within reach of the
party, but out of hearing range.
"Look, I um... I'm sorry for what I said to you in the cave. I won't say I
wasn't in the right state of mind, that's just hollow. But the reason I came
here, you've delt with this for a lot longer than me. How do you do it? How do
you deal with and control this- this- this lusting?"[512]
Nalion spent his time
investigating the quality of the buffet and listening to P'rassha's story.
Taking a piece of crab meat and placing it on a piece of bread, he moved closer
to the Khajiit and his listeners. He took a bite from his food, then sipped at
his glass of red wine he had gathered earlier from a different table. No
Wayrest vintage this time, but still definitely originating from High Rock.
It was dark outside, but braziers and torches gave off a flickering and ambient
light, and the summer air was just right, not too hot, but pleasantly warm. Up
in the nightsky, the first stars appeared and Nalion could see the Steed
beginning to appear just over the horizon.
Despite the mage seeming at ease, he shot a brief glance at Anya as she emerged
from the tent, then turned his attention to P'rassha again. [513]
"It was only a
matter of time before the dreughs caught up with P'Rassha, but the first one
had the surprise to see Khajiit also have clawed feet. P'Rassha's pawn hit the
leading Dreugh on his face, seriously wounding him, but then and only then
P'Rassha noticed a side effect of the potion. It was as if P'Rassha's muscles
became Numb. P'Rassa's body reacted with a lesser grace and speed than usual.
P'Rassha felt it was over when 3 different Dreughs attacked him at the same time.
P'Rassha had just the strength the swim out of the way, the dreughs continued
their course and collided into another. Fortunatly for P'Rassha, that event
made P'Rassha win 3 precious seconds.
Even with a slower and number body, P'Rassha continued the race towards the
ship. And just behind a large body of rock, just where P'Rassha should have
found the wreckage of the boat, was standing a daedric ruin." [514]
Reeds was engrossed in the story. looking over, he saw Loranna thouroughly enjoying it as well. Reeds made a mental note to track her down after the story was over. [515]
[516] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 22 2005, 12:35 AM)
[517] "It was only a
matter of time before the dreughs caught up with P'Rassha, but the first one
had the surprise to see Khajiit also have clawed feet. P'Rassha's pawn hit the
leading Dreugh on his face, seriously wounding him, but then and only then
P'Rassha noticed a side effect of the potion. It was as if P'Rassha's muscles
became Numb. P'Rassa's body reacted with a lesser grace and speed than usual.
P'Rassha felt it was over when 3 different Dreughs attacked him at the same
time. P'Rassha had just the strength the swim out of the way, the dreughs
continued their course and collided into another. Fortunatly for P'Rassha, that
event made P'Rassha win 3 precious seconds.
Even with a slower and number body, P'Rassha continued the race towards the
ship. And just behind a large body of rock, just where P'Rassha should have
found the wreckage of the boat, was standing a daedric ruin."
[519]
Loranna's eyes had gone wide for a second, despite knowing that P'Rassha made
it out of this prediciment safely in the end.
"Must have gotten some of the crab shell or rock in the pearl dust
..." she mutters, mentally filing away that fact for later.
Dram brings Loranna a glass of wine, which she accepts gratefully. "This
island you landed on was full of surprises, dear."[520]
Shaka listened to the
story, and looked at the faces of the group. His gamble had paid off,
suggesting to Isidor that they use the gardens for the wedding. Shaka hadn't
planned on a night wedding, but it seemed appropriate now for not only the
vampire Anya, but the former assassin Kethiah.
Kethiah's appreciation shone in her face, her belly the sign of what, seven
months of pregnancy. The regal Loranna nearby didn't seem as far along, to the
Argonian's untrained eye.
Shaka looked down in thought. He had once spoken to Telera and Anya of his plan
to offer the land to Dibella as the third component of the quest to become
Redguard, but he was no longer certain that that was the right track. Shaka was
supposed to offer up a thing of beauty, and no ordinary beauty at that.
But it didn't feel right, to give up the land or try to strike a bargain with
Dibella; let me have an acre to live on, if I give up the rest. It wouldn't
work. But Shaka still hoped to be contacted again by the Dibellans someday, and
be told that he had made the right offerings.
He still had some thinking to do about how far to go in order to become
Redguard. Shaka had no idea what he would do if he even succeeded.[521]
[522] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 11:41 PM)
[523] Loranna's eyes had
gone wide for a second, despite knowing that P'Rassha made it out of this
prediciment safely in the end.
"Must have gotten some of the crab shell or rock in the pearl dust
..." she mutters, mentally filing away that fact for later.
Dram brings Loranna a glass of wine, which she accepts gratefully.
"This island you landed on was full of surprises, dear."
[525]
"Full of surprise. This isn't even half of it."
He took a time for taking a deep, long breath before going on with his story.
"And so P'Rassha found a Deadric ruin. The sight almost caused P'Rassha
death. For a second, P'Rassha stopped swimmin, which means pretty bad things
when one is pursued by blood-craving underwater folks. The first think P'Rassha
felt was a claw piercing through P'Rassha's skin. It wasn't pleasant at all,
but it actually saved P'Rassha's life.
Attracted by the scent, a clannfear appeared out of nowhere. Do you believe
P'Rassha if P'Rassha tells you these Deadra know how to swim. It was really
fast. The Dreugh with P'Rassha blood in one of his mandibule was the first one
to die. The Clanfear simply took a bite out of him and its life was over, his
ribcage ripped off. Clearly, P'Rassha was the nest target." [526]
[527] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 12:32 AM)
[528] Anya found a spot not
to far off in the woods, keeping them within reach of the party, but out of
hearing range.
"Look, I um... I'm sorry for what I said to you in the cave. I won't say I
wasn't in the right state of mind, that's just hollow. But the reason I came
here, you've delt with this for a lot longer than me. How do you do it? How do
you deal with and control this- this- this lusting?"
[530]
Reichi nodded. "Well, Its obviously different between werewolves and
vampires," he said first. "And never having done a stint as a
vampire, I can't really think of how your bloodlust works on more than a basic
level."
"I'm not sure if you can go without the stuff, so I'd advise you to only
use as much as you need, not slaying something can weaken me to the point of
near death, if it goes on long enough. I'm not sure the affects of a lack of
blood on a Vampire...." [531]
Dyn finished his shift
and headed to the Barracks right away, he heard there was gonna be action soon,
no takin shortcuts taking potions to stay awake. He had to do it the right way!
He picked up 2 blunt swords and started working on the dummy. [532]
[533] QUOTE(Aki @ Dec 21 2005, 10:49 PM)
[534] Reichi nodded.
"Well, Its obviously different between werewolves and vampires," he
said first. "And never having done a stint as a vampire, I can't really
think of how your bloodlust works on more than a basic level."
"I'm not sure if you can go without the stuff, so I'd advise you to only
use as much as you need, not slaying something can weaken me to the point of
near death, if it goes on long enough. I'm not sure the affects of a lack
of blood on a Vampire...."
[536]
"There's evidence that vampires can survive off of any blood, and that
guar sated me to a point. But if I go without for even a few days..."
Anya closed her eyes, "This is everyday, all day. I can literally smell
the life coming from you. You must have a better comfort, controlling when you
feel this. But still, you seem to have adapted, overcome. I've seen you, even
when you're a wolf, you have a great deal of control. I just don't
understand." [537]
"The Clannfear
wouldn't be a problem for P'Rassha in normal circumstances, but without
equipment, and without 11 Dreughs remaining, P'Rassha isn't the same Khajiit.
The Dreughs, however, helped P'Rassha.
Frightened by their friends fate at the hand of the Clannfear, they started
clawing and ripping the Daedra. P'Rassha took that opportunity to flee in the
direction of the Daedric ruin. With ease, P'Rassha found an entrance to an
underground shrine and took it. Like P'Rassha thought, there was an air bubble
inside the shrine.
As you might already know, all the deadric shrines are pretty much similar.
They are built using the same architectural skills and materials, and they
pretty much consist of a central shrine and sometimes contigent rooms. P'Rassha
was standing in one of these rooms, therefore P'Rassha couldn't tell for which
Daedric Prince the shrine was built. P'Rassha did found something interesting
though. Violetta. Just above the water level, P'Rassha amulet was resting on
the ground. What she was doing here? Where was Corradin? These were questions
P'Rassha couldn't answer yet.
P'Rassha was still hurt by the Dreughs, but P'Rassha didn't know any cure
spells, nor had cure potions. P'Rassha would have liked such a thing when he
saw what was waiting for him at the door. A dremora.
Have you ever saw a Dremora? Its skin was even darker than a Dunmer's. Its eyes
were red as an inferno and he was wielding a dangerous Dwemeri War Axe. A
single blow of this weapon could kill a man. But P'Rassha isn't a man, even
less an ordinary man." [538]
"And I can smell
the lack of life from you," Reichi countered. "In the begining it was
similar, I guess, to how you were back at Ald Sotha. You still have all the
cunning, intellignece, but its all focused on one objective, on the target.
Food." Reichi shrugged. "Now, its almost as comfortable as my current
state, but theres always that lingering thought, and killing, and tearing into
soft warm flesh with tooth and claw always feels so better then."
"You have to learn to think as you used to, I guess. That everyone isn't
food. Or some crap like that. Its hard, perhaps impossible to do away with the
hunger, but unless it can be sated, you need to be able to keep a sane mind in
your head."
"You know, not fly off the handle and try to eat a friend." [539]
Just when it's story
reached a climax, P'Rassha's belly roared just like a 9 foot tall Khajiit belly
could. He stopped narating and just said.
"P'Rassha will end the story after a break at the buffet. Telling tales
makes P'Rassha hungry." [540]
[541] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 22 2005, 01:10 AM)
[542] Just when it's story
reached a climax, P'Rassha's belly roared just like a 9 foot tall Khajiit belly
could. He stopped narating and just said.
"P'Rassha will end the story after a break at the buffet. Telling tales
makes P'Rassha hungry."
[544]
Shaka got up. "A good tale, cat. I look forward to the rest of it. Thanks,
P'Rassha."
He walked over to Reichi and Anya. When there was a break in their conversation,
Shaka said: "I didn't take the time to thank you, Reichi, for Ald Sotha.
The way you fought at our side and kept a cool head even when I was losing
mine." [545]
[546] QUOTE(dentris @ Dec 22 2005, 01:10 AM)
[547] Just when it's story
reached a climax, P'Rassha's belly roared just like a 9 foot tall Khajiit belly
could. He stopped narating and just said.
"P'Rassha will end the story after a break at the buffet. Telling tales
makes P'Rassha hungry."
[549]
"I look forward to hearing the end," Loranna says to P'Rassha with a
warm smile, using her staff to walk to the buffet and help herself to a plate
of crabmeat. She chuckles a bit at her choice in food.
Seeing Anya, Shaka, and Reichi together, she wanders over to them. "Hello
dears; it looks like the wedding's off to a great start," she says, her
eyes resting on Anya. "Dear when you have a moment may I have a word with
you alone?"[550]
[551] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 11:18 PM)
[552] "I look forward
to hearing the end," Loranna says to P'Rassha with a warm smile, using her
staff to walk to the buffet and help herself to a plate of crabmeat. She
chuckles a bit at her choice in food.
Seeing Anya, Shaka, and Reichi together, she wanders over to them.
"Hello dears; it looks like the wedding's off to a great start," she
says, her eyes resting on Anya. "Dear when you have a moment may I
have a word with you alone?"
[554]
Anya looked at Lor, "One moment."
"Thank you Riechi... I was hoping there was some sort of secret, but it's
just a matter of time, isn't it? I just hope that time comes fast."
Anya went to Loranna, "Yes?"[555]
[556] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 01:14 AM)
[557] Shaka got up.
"A good tale, cat. I look forward to the rest of it. Thanks
P'Rassha."
He walked over to Reichi and Anya. When there was a break in their
conversation, Shaka said: "I didn't take the time to thank you,
Reichi, for Ald Sotha. The way you fought at our side and kept a cool
head even when I was losing mine."
[559]
Reichi nodded to Shaka. "No problem Shaka, I can understand. People tend
have trouble remaining calm and collected when faced with possible harm to
their loved ones." He nodded Anya as she went to speak with Lor.
"And I think i'll join the big kitty on the whole food deal, before I eat
someone," he quiped. [560]
[561] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 01:22 AM)
[562] Anya looked at Lor,
"One moment."
"Thank you Riechi... I was hoping there was some sort of secret, but it's
just a matter of time, isn't it? I just hope that time comes fast."
Anya went to Loranna, "Yes?"
[564]
Loranna leads Anya to a quiet spot away from other people. "While I was
taking care of things today, it occured to me that you would probably be
feeling a bit thirsty," she says, pulling out a small metal flask and
handing it to Anya. "So I fixed this up for you; it's not as strong as the
stuff you drank before but it should hopefully tide you over."
[565]
[566] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 11:26 PM)
[567] Loranna leads Anya to a quiet spot away from other people. "While I was taking care of things today, it occured to me that you would probably be feeling a bit thirsty," she says, pulling out a small metal flask and handing it to Anya. "So I fixed this up for you; it's not as strong as the stuff you drank before but it should hopefully tide you over."
[569]
Anya opened the flask and sniffed it. "It's yours isn't it?"
Anya closed the flask, and put it in her robe, "I'll save this for another
moment, Shaka gav- Shaka was a gentleman. But please don't make this a habit,
I'd hate to aquire a taste for such a beautiful duchess." [570]
[571] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 01:32 AM)
[572] Anya opened the flask
and sniffed it. "It's yours isn't it?"
Anya closed the flask, and put it in her robe, "I'll save this for another
moment, Shaka gav- Shaka was a gentleman. But please don't make this a habit,
I'd hate to aquire a taste for such a beautiful duchess."
[574]
"To be honest dear, I hadn't yet figured out if I wanted to suggest making
this a habit," Loranna admits. "It certainly seems convenient, on the
surface, but hungers like yours don't easily settle for tiny portions."
Loranna turns to look at Anya, a sad smile on her face. "I was wondering
if Shaka would make this offer as well; I was starting to fear he was ... well,
it's not important. He's still here for you, like he always has been; that's as
beautiful a thing as Kethiah's and Isidor's joy tonight."[575]
[576] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 11:38 PM)
[577] "To be honest
dear, I hadn't yet figured out if I wanted to suggest making this a
habit," Loranna admits. "It certainly seems convenient, on the
surface, but hungers like yours don't easily settle for tiny portions."
Loranna turns to look at Anya, a sad smile on her face. "I was
wondering if Shaka would make this offer as well; I was starting to fear he was
... well, it's not important. He's still here for you, like he always has
been; that's as beautiful a thing as Kethiah's and Isidor's joy tonight."
[579]
"Yes. Once the shock subsided, he's showing his true strength."
Anya sat down for a moment, "All my life, I've worked to reach the next
level, to become stronger, for the sole purpose of never being used again. Even
when I was toyed with by... her... I wanted this to keep from being
victimized. I even wanted to take that potion because of how Arynel spoke of
power, that there was something better than this." Anya put emphasis on
'this' but growing her dagger-like claws. She stared at them for a moment
before reverting them.
"But it'll never be enough, will it? No, I'll take what the Nine have seen
fit to deal me, and find the answers again. I'll find peace." Her face
hardened into determination, "This will not control me, this will not use
me."
Anya stood up, and gave Loranna a light kiss on the cheek, the warmth of her
living skin tingling her lips, "Thank you for helping me. We should go
back, if I keep wondering off, people who I'd rather leave clueless might
wonder about me." [580]
[581] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 01:51 AM)
[582] "Yes. Once the
shock subsided, he's showing his true strength."
Anya sat down for a moment, "All my life, I've worked to reach the next
level, to become stronger, for the sole purpose of never being used again. Even
when I was toyed with by... her... I wanted this to keep from being
victimized. I even wanted to take that potion because of how Arynel spoke of
power, that there was something better than this." Anya put emphasis on
'this' but growing her dagger-like claws. She stared at them for a moment
before reverting them.
"But it'll never be enough, will it? No, I'll take what the Nine have seen
fit to deal me, and find the answers again. I'll find peace." Her face
hardened into determination, "This will not control me, this will not use
me."
Anya stood up, and gave Loranna a light kiss on the cheek, the warmth of her
living skin tingling her lips, "Thank you for helping me. We should go
back, if I keep wondering off, people who I'd rather leave clueless might
wonder about me."
[584]
Loranna kisses Anya back, on the cheek. "Back before the end of the Blue
Dawn, Allie and I were talking about the nature of power," she says to
Anya. "She's the strongest woman I've ever met, probably the strongest
person I'll ever meet; she could have killed Lord Vivec with a single stroke,
if she so chose. The question she posed to me was, should she have?"
"It's not our power that defines us Anya; you're starting to see that now.
We could go dig up the Pillar of Azura and tap the Heart of Lorkhan like the
Tribunal once did, make ourselves gods ... and it ultimately wouldn't really
matter, because power, in the end, isn't what's most important."
"And you're welcome dear; I pray you find the answers you seek."
Loranna smiles, the starlight catching her tearstreaks and making her face look
ethereally beautiful for a moment, and then she heads back to the main group.[585]
[586] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 21 2005, 11:58 PM)
[587] "And you're welcome dear; I pray you find the answers you seek." Loranna smiles, the starlight catching her tearstreaks and making her face look ethereally beautiful for a moment, and then she heads back to the main group.
[589]
"Loranna," Reeds caught her as she rejoined the group, "May I
talk to you for a moment?" [590]
[591] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 22 2005, 02:00 AM)
[592] "Loranna," Reeds caught her as she rejoined the group, "May I talk to you for a moment?"
[594]
Loranna raises her eyebrows, and says "Of course dear; what is it?"[595]
[596] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 12:05 AM)
[597] Loranna raises her eyebrows, and says "Of course dear; what is it?"
[599]
"Well, as you may or may not know, A friend and I took a little excursion
to Senechal the other day, and we ran into... well, we ran into slavers."
Reeds told Loranna the entire story, from the attack all the way until they
left Goldcat's villa. "Thought you aught to know." He ended. [600]
The muddied tracks
were beginning to cake with time now, but they were still faintly visible
leading out of Diamond's house at the edge of town.
A neighbor, if interviewed, would recall seeing a muscular man of unknown race
causing some fuss in the middle of the night; he would remember that this man
had been heading out of town in a direction that suggested eastward travel.
The footprints from the studio home were fairly unique; their creator wore
boots with thick heels, which left a particular pattern of seven little circles
on the ground with each step.
Down the path to the east, about a half-day's walk from Ald Raathim, there was a
little cavern. Inside, a wanderer might find the mangled corpses of some
small-time smugglers, eyes widened with absolute terror.
Their blood was spilled messily around the cavern and imprinted in it twice
were those same eerie footprints - seven circles arranged irregularly in a
crescentic pattern.
Following the path another half-day's travel eventually lead to a dead end.
Doubling back, however, one might find some unsettled brush near a small
side-path into a forest, and there - another clue...a guar, killed in the same
way as the smugglers.
From this point there were little things that made recent travel apparent:
little branches knocked off, leaves crushed, etc., until the tracks, too
abruptly stopped... [601]
[602] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 22 2005, 02:07 AM)
[603] "Well, as you may or may not know, A friend and I took a little excursion to Senechal the other day, and we ran into... well, we ran into slavers." Reeds told Loranna the entire story, from the attack all the way until they left Goldcat's villa. "Thought you aught to know." He ended.
[605]
Loranna listens to Reeds's story, a small frown playing on her lips. " ...
I should have expected slavers were still in business; making something illegal
just encourages outlaws to get busy. I'm glad the two of you are safe; I owe
Alas and Alack my thanks when I see them next."
"This helps explain how the Redoran and Indoril are still able to find the
slaves to build war machines even after losing many when the abolition happened
..." Loranna mutters.[606]
[607] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 12:13 AM)
[608] Loranna listens to
Reeds's story, a small frown playing on her lips. " ... I should
have expected slavers were still in business; making something illegal just
encourages outlaws to get busy. I'm glad the two of you are safe; I owe
Alas and Alack my thanks when I see them next."
"This helps explain how the Redoran and Indoril are still able to find the
slaves to build war machines even after losing many when the abolition happened
..." Loranna mutters.
[610]
"Yes, but they must be getting desprate. I had a weapon and Dar'Tessir
was... wait," Reeds fully absorbed the rest of Loranna's words. "You
KNOW these people? And what exactly are these war machines you're talking
about?" [611]
[612] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 22 2005, 02:15 AM)
[613] "Yes, but they must be getting desprate. I had a weapon and Dar'Tessir was... wait," Reeds fully absorbed the rest of Loranna's words. "You KNOW these people? And what exactly are these war machines you're talking about?"
[615]
"Alas and Alack have passed through Ald Raathim before," Loranna
says, a bemused look on her face. "We bumped into each other in the Nymph
and Noggin, them and their employer." She tilts her head at Reeds.
"Is there something you're not mentioning?"
" ... And the war machines are a large force of fabricants in Ald Sotha we
learned about, just yesterday. We fear an attack will be launched soon with
those fabricants - and they have some the size of seige engines."
Ordinarily, Loranna would be a bit less inclined to just tell a simple book
merchant such information, but Reeds had participated in the raid of Narsis,
and ... she'd been spending too much time with Allie, but she could swear, she
could smell CHIM on the Argonian.
Ald Raathim attracts such souls, Loranna reminds herself. [616]
[617] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 12:20 AM)
[618] "Alas and Alack
have passed through Ald Raathim before," Loranna says, a bemused look on
her face. "We bumped into each other in the Nymph and Noggin, them
and their employer." She tilts her head at Reeds. "Is
there something you're not mentioning?"
" ... And the war machines are a large force of fabricants in Ald Sotha we
learned about, just yesterday. We fear an attack will be launched soon
with those fabricants - and they have some the size of seige
engines." Ordinarily, Loranna would be a bit less inclined to just
tell a simple book merchant such information, but Reeds had participated in the
raid of Narsis, and ... she'd been spending too much time with Allie, but she
could swear, she could smell CHIM on the Argonian.
Ald Raathim attracts such souls, Loranna reminds herself.
[620]
"Well their employer was..." Reeds was suddenly glad Loranna wasn't
an argonian, as to any of his kind they would see him blushing, "well she
was... rather well off."
Reeds was quiet for a moment. Fabricants. He had heard stories, to say the
least, and he knew what that would mean. More suffering, more death, more
destruction. And this time, it wouldn't just be volunteers and soldiers. He had
been researching healing magic ever since Slashes had showed him it in Narsis,
it would seem that he should work doubly so. "I don't suppose that there's
anything that I can do to help, is there?" Reeds finally said, "After
all, what does a bookkeeper have to offer in a war?" [621]
[622] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 22 2005, 02:27 AM)
[623] "Well their employer
was..." Reeds was suddenly glad Loranna wasn't an argonian, as to any of
his kind they would see him blushing, "well she was... rather well
off."
Reeds was quiet for a moment. Fabricants. He had heard stories, to say the
least, and he knew what that would mean. More suffering, more death, more
destruction. And this time, it wouldn't just be volunteers and soldiers. He had
been researching healing magic ever since Slashes had showed him it in Narsis,
it would seem that he should work doubly so. "I don't suppose that there's
anything that I can do to help, is there?" Reeds finally said, "After
all, what does a bookkeeper have to offer in a war?"
[625]
Loranna looks at Reeds for a moment, looking mildly puzzled. "She was
wearing the tan dress again, wasn't she?" she asks after a moment,
sounding like she wasn't sure if she should even bring it up.
Is it just me, or is he sounding like he was afeced by Goldcat's looks?
Loranna asks herself.
"At the moment, none of us know what exactly to do about the fabricants,
dear," she continues. "But heroes come from all walks of life - and
lest you forget, they say Arkay was once but a humble bookseller as well. When
the time comes, we will all know what must be done ..."[626]
[627] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 12:34 AM)
[628] Loranna looks at Reeds
for a moment, looking mildly puzzled. "She was wearing the tan dress
again, wasn't she?" she asks after a moment, sounding like she wasn't sure
if she should even bring it up.
Is it just me, or is he sounding like he was afeced by Goldcat's looks?
Loranna asks herself.
"At the moment, none of us know what exactly to do about the fabricants,
dear," she continues. "But heroes come from all walks of life -
and lest you forget, they say Arkay was once but a humble bookseller as
well. When the time comes, we will all know what must be done ..."
[630]
The tan dress.... Yes. Reeds was silently blessing the nine Loranna was
NOT an Argonian. "yes..."
"Arkay a bookseller," said Reeds, "somehow I find that a bit
odd." Loranna words did make him fell better however. "I certainly
hope so, Loranna. If you happen to know what must be done before me though,
please don't hesitate to enlighten me." [631]
[632] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 22 2005, 02:45 AM)
[633] The tan dress....
Yes. Reeds was silently blessing the nine Loranna was NOT an Argonian.
"yes..."
"Arkay a bookseller," said Reeds, "somehow I find that a bit
odd." Loranna words did make him fell better however. "I certainly
hope so, Loranna. If you happen to know what must be done before me though,
please don't hesitate to enlighten me."
[635]
"Trust me, if I have any revelations, everyone will be hearing
about them," Loranna says, a chuckle escaping her lips. "I tend to make
a big deal whenever I get something right."
"Anyway, tonight is not a night for worry; what little we can do about the
fabricants has already been started. Come, there's still plenty of food on the
buffet; P'Rassha is being very sweet about keeping his appetite in check."
She grins and winks at Reeds. "Unfortunately, I never made any such
promise, so you'd better hurry ere I reach the table."
[636]
[637] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 12:52 AM)
[638] "Trust me, if I
have any revelations, everyone will be hearing about them," Loranna
says, a chuckle escaping her lips. "I tend to make a big deal
whenever I get something right."
"Anyway, tonight is not a night for worry; what little we can do about the
fabricants has already been started. Come, there's still plenty of food
on the buffet; P'Rassha is being very sweet about keeping his appetite in
check." She grins and winks at Reeds. "Unfortunately, I
never made any such promise, so you'd better hurry ere I reach the table."
[640]
"So that might explain the explosions I hear late at night in your
castle..." Said Reeds in mock thought. "Just save me some of those
meat pies and I'll be happy, besides," he added, "I doubt that Bob
will let any spot on the table stay open for long." [641]
[642] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 22 2005, 02:55 AM)
[643] "So that might explain the explosions I hear late at night in your castle..." Said Reeds in mock thought. "Just save me some of those meat pies and I'll be happy, besides," he added, "I doubt that Bob will let any spot on the table stay open for long."
[645]
"Explosions?" Loranna looks honestly confused ...
I don't get it; Slyvos hasn't done anything too pyrotechnic in months in the
lab ...
"I was more looking at the rolls and crabmeat anyway," Loranna says,
giving Reeds a last smile before making her way back to get some more food.[646]
OOC summary
Now that my computer is all better, time for fun!
Maranda is searching for a certian artifact and a certian lich. She must
retrieve them both before a certian Daedric Duke comes fowarth to slay her, and
is not currently in Ald Raatham
Faryon is doing what Faryon does best, plotting evily. He has also just
recieved Jane's new weapons, paying for them with cold hard cash. I believe
that he secretly left Kragenmoor for a few days, but has recently returned.
What that sneeky dunmer was up to, hes not telling, but look at that smirk on
his face, he MUST be planning somthing evil!
Drevious is supposed to be hunting Maranda, but he is not doing a very good job
at it. Actually, I think he may be going soft on her for some reason... oh
well, it does not look like he will be doing anything special for a bit...
Lyssia and Landon, it sure has been a while since we last heard from them...
they are in Daggerfall City profiting heavily from the wars that are being
fought all over Tarmiel. Selling arms to both the Nords and the Redguards in
thier longstanding battle for Dragonstar, they have increaced thier wealth
quite substantually. They are also thinking of getting into the Morrowind Civil
War. Landon's Paladins have actually all gone thier seperate ways. Ive only
recieved a letter from Arisa, saying that she was on her way to Altmora for
somthing a rather, she said Paul and Lacoriz had a nasty fight, which left poor
paul quite injured.... Sigh, when heros break up like that... what is the world
coming to.
Manaviro, another name lost in the mysts of time, is pondering a way to get
into the Temple of Dibella to retrieve the ultimate power, but seeing as all of
his minions are undead now he has gone to the trouble of charming members of
Dibella and trying to get them to retrieve the stone. As of yet, no luck, last
I heard, the Dibellians moved the stone away from the Imperial city.
Ah yes, and then there is Selvia. Whats she up to? Last I saw her she was back
at Chorrol, without her massive army of servants, and very bitter at Manaviro
for betraying her. She is also somewhat bitter at loranna, and only mildly
bitter at Lyssia and Landon
And then there is me... but I shant tell you what Im up to, it will be our
little surprise... after all, Im supposed to be dead [647]
[648] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 10:07 PM)
[649] Kethiah looked out in
wonder. Isidor saw a little tear in her eye which she quickly wiped away.
"Unbelievable," Kethiah smiled. "I love you."
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 21 2005, 10:14 PM)
[653] Kethiah laughed.
"That's what makes this so special, Shaka. I'm a natural organizer,
and in my career as an assassin, I was never surprised. Isidor surprised
me."
"I might take you up on the offer of flowers, but there's something oddly
appropriate about wearing this old thing," she looked at the plain,
stained dress. "Isidor knows I have plenty of faults, but vanity is not
one of them."
And the truth was, she looked lovely. Disheveled but beautiful.
[655]
For people that knew Isidor well, they could see that this was the happiest he
had ever been. He smiled at Kethiah, and said. "I love you."
There was nothing else he could think to say, for the moment. [656]
[657] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 22 2005, 07:28 AM)
[658] For people that knew
Isidor well, they could see that this was the happiest he had ever been. He
smiled at Kethiah, and said. "I love you."
There was nothing else he could think to say, for the moment.
[660]
Kethiah and Isidor had listened to P'Rassha's story, holding hands, and looking
at the wide eyes of Tilitalia and Tyradil as the kids listened too. When the
story took a break, the family moved to the buffet together, greeting the
guests. Kethiah had let her hair down so it fell to her shoulders, sometimes
covering her violet-colored eye. She had accepted the circlet of flowers, so
she did seem to be a beautiful bride, if a commonly-dressed peasant one.
The orchestra from the Nymph and Noggin began to play a Nordic wedding march
softly in the background.[661]
[662] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 02:08 AM)
[663] The muddied tracks
were beginning to cake with time now, but they were still faintly visible
leading out of Diamond's house at the edge of town.
A neighbor, if interviewed, would recall seeing a muscular man of unknown race
causing some fuss in the middle of the night; he would remember that this man
had been heading out of town in a direction that suggested eastward travel.
The footprints from the studio home were fairly unique; their creator wore
boots with thick heels, which left a particular pattern of seven little circles
on the ground with each step.
Down the path to the east, about a half-day's walk from Ald Raathim, there was
a little cavern. Inside, a wanderer might find the mangled corpses of some
small-time smugglers, eyes widened with absolute terror.
Their blood was spilled messily around the cavern and imprinted in it twice
were those same eerie footprints - seven circles arranged irregularly in a
crescentic pattern.
Following the path another half-day's travel eventually lead to a dead end.
Doubling back, however, one might find some unsettled brush near a small
side-path into a forest, and there - another clue...a guar, killed in the same
way as the smugglers.
From this point there were little things that made recent travel apparent:
little branches knocked off, leaves crushed, etc., until the tracks, too
abruptly stopped...
[665]
Dilave Othren's Investigation
Diamond's kidnapper had at least a good half day head start on Dilave, but the
Dunmer guard had access to good trackers, and to parraptons; a flight of three
of the giant wasps took off as soon as the trail was found to chase after
Diamond's kidnapper.
The two trackers and Dilave were provisioned well for a chase, though Dram's
reply to her report still echoed in her mind ...
Her Grace suspects that vampires from the west are trying to move into Ald
Raathim. The red paint on the portrait might have been Diamond's attempt to
convey that her attacker was a vampire. It's not by any means certain, but ...
be prepared for such an eventuality, just in case.
Finding the corpses of the smugglars, Dilave bites her lip; their mangled
bodies were uncomfortably similar to the poor wretches that floated in on the
ship just the other day ...
If these were vampires from the west they were chasing, then they were
monstrous indeed. Dilave prayed to ALMSIVI for the strength to meet whatever
lay at the end of her search, and she and her trackers hastily buried the
bodies of the smugglars - small fry who, whatever their own crimes, did not
deserve to die this way. Then, it was back to the trail, and the chase.
The guar's body conformed for Dilave that they were still on the right track,
right up until her trackers mde noises that they couldn't find the trail.
Calling a halt, Dilave dismounted her parrapton and looked around the area
where the tracks ended, her bow in hand and an arrow nocked on the string.[666]
Dilave and the
trackers stood under some towering trees. Up until this point, there had been
signs of movement through the forest - signs so clear, in fact, that may have
been left there by the captive rather than the captor. Now, there was no sign
of movement on the ground.
At the foot of one tree, however, the bark was scraped off. Was it an arrow,
pointing to northeast, or was it a sign of something else? [667]
[668] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 02:51 PM)
[669] Dilave and the
trackers stood under some towering trees. Up until this point, there had been
signs of movement through the forest - signs so clear, in fact, that may have
been left there by the captive rather than the captor. Now, there was no sign
of movement on the ground.
At the foot of one tree, however, the bark was scraped off. Was it an arrow,
pointing to northeast, or was it a sign of something else?
[671]
Dilave motions for the two trackers to cover her as she examines the tree, wary
for traps - or anything hiding in the branches.
She briefly wishes Dram were here - but then, she wishes that almost every time
anyway. [672]
[673] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 01:55 PM)
[674] Dilave motions for the
two trackers to cover her as she examines the tree, wary for traps - or
anything hiding in the branches.
She briefly wishes Dram were here - but then, she wishes that almost every time
anyway.
[676]
As Dilave peered down into the bottom of the tree, a massive rat leapt out,
teeth bared but extremely frightened.
Concealed beneath the mud and grass surrounding the roots was a little
underground hollow.
[677]
[678] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 02:59 PM)
[679] As Dilave peered down
into the bottom of the tree, a massive rat leapt out, teeth bared but extremely
frightened.
Concealed beneath the mud and grass surrounding the roots was a little
underground hollow.
[681]
An ebony-tipped arrow skewers the rat through its mouth, and Dilave is already
a good five paces away from the tree.
She hears one of her trackers chuckle, and turns to glare at him. "Fine; you
can go stick your hand into the hollow first."
The tracker stops chuckling and looks hesitant. Dilave smirks a little, then
lets the matter drop as she retrieves her arrow. "We better check this
out, but quickly. Mandale ..."
"Right." The second tracker mutters an incantation and summons a
globe of light, as the three Dunmer draw their weapons and descend into the
hollow cautiously.[682]
The first thing the
Ald Raathim guards saw was the bloodied body of an equally large rat, mutilated
like the smugglers and the guar.
Then there was another, and another.
Further down, lying as dead, was a handsome man with dried blood spilling from
his mouth. His head lolled limply against his shoulder. [683]
[684] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 03:09 PM)
[685] The first thing the
Ald Raathim guards saw was the bloodied body of an equally large rat, mutilated
like the smugglers and the guar.
Then there was another, and another.
Further down, lying as dead, was a handsome man with dried blood spilling from
his mouth. His head lolled limply against his shoulder.
[687]
"B'Vehk; does this monster kill everyone he comes across?" Mandale
mutters, making the sign of ALMSIVI.
Dilave's jaw tightens, and she replies "Let's hope for Sera Diamond's
sake, he doesn't ..." But it was hard not to feel a creeping fear crawl up
her spine. She tells herself she knows what to expect, that she and her men
aren't going to end up like the wretches they've been finding.
"Search the walls," she tells her trackers, while she goes to see if
the corpse of the poor unfortunate man has any clues regarding their mysterious
quarry.[688]
Then the unexpected
happened.
The man sat up, alarmed, and seized Dilave by the throat with his hand. He drew
his teeth close to the neck but didn't bite, noticing the others with their
weapons drawn.
Pulling back slightly he said, "What do you want of me? I've got your
friend here..."
The horrifying realization hit Dilave - vampires don't breathe. [689]
[690] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 03:20 PM)
[691] Then the unexpected
happened.
The man sat up, alarmed, and seized Dilave by the throat with his hand. He drew
his teeth close to the neck but didn't bite, noticing the others with their
weapons drawn.
Pulling back slightly he said, "What do you want of me? I've got your
friend here..."
The horrifying realization hit Dilave - vampires don't breathe.
[693]
Dilave promises herself that if she lives through the next five minutes she'll
never let her guard down again, never let anyone get her in such a compromising
position ever again.
The vampire's grip was unnaturally strong, but the trackers had their swords -
shining mithril blades - out, and their sharp points tracked the vampire's
throat unerringly, though the trackers look to Dilave, frustration on their
faces.
Dilave, meanwhile, gasps "Please .. .don't ..." and then she unveils
one of the items she had been given for this mission; a ring with a short
duration paralysis, and a longer-duration strength drain, useful for subduing
people who wouldn't come quietly. The ring flashes as she unleashes the
magicka, while at the same time twisting herself to pull out of the vampire's
grip.
Sadly, paralysis didn't work on vampires - but strength drain did ... [694]
Ald Raathim -
Shaka's Yurt
Loranna, a crabmeat finger sandwich in hand, walks up to Kethiah, smiling.
"I swear, these things are almost as sweet as Thianas's sweetrolls,"
she says. "You look radiant, dear."[695]
"Let me go and I
won't kill her," panted the vampire. He could smell their blood, their
life, and it was a terrible strain to not tear into them all right now.
The strength drain spell hit him and his grip slowly weakened, but not enough
to release her yet. [696]
[697] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 03:56 PM)
[698] Ald Raathim -
Shaka's Yurt
Loranna, a crabmeat finger sandwich in hand, walks up to Kethiah,
smiling. "I swear, these things are almost as sweet as Thianas's
sweetrolls," she says. "You look radiant, dear."
[700]
"Lord, Lady, and Wizard," Kethiah laughed, almost choking on the
kwama meat she was eating. "That's like a lily telling a dandelion she
looks radiant. But do you know, I feel radiant. If I had planned this, I
would have dressed appropriately for a bride, and I wouldn't have been
comfortable at all. I also would have made it a small, intimate affair, but Isidor
tells me he's invited everyone."
[701]
[702] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 04:04 PM)
[703] "Lord, Lady, and Wizard," Kethiah laughed, almost choking on the kwama meat she was eating. "That's like a lily telling a dandelion she looks radiant. But do you know, I feel radiant. If I had planned this, I would have dressed appropriately for a bride, and I wouldn't have been comfortable at all. I also would have made it a small, intimate affair, but Isidor tells me he's invited everyone."
[705]
"Dear - all flowers are radiant," Loranna tells Kethiah in a
conspirital whisper. "And you've never been so beautiful as you are
tonight."
"He did now, did he?" Loranna says, looking thoughtful. "More
partners to dance with afterward; I approve." She winks, dropping her
voice down to a low tone. "Husbands can be vexing at times, going off and
doing things we wouldn't have done - but that's the beauty of them. They keep
us on our toes."
"Not that we'll ever tell them that, of course," Loranna says,
giggling.[706]
[707] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 03:57 PM)
[708] "Let me go and I
won't kill her," panted the vampire. He could smell their blood, their
life, and it was a terrible strain to not tear into them all right now.
The strength drain spell hit him and his grip slowly weakened, but not enough
to release her yet.
[710]
"You took a girl - a blond Nordic woman," Dilave says, playing for
time as she waited for the magic to finish working. "Where is she?!"
While talking, Dilave had slipped her other hand down to her belt, her torso
obscuring the motion. She closes her hand around the hilt while her two guards
stand ready, their muscles tensed ...
With a cry of "NOW!" Dilave draws her blade and stabs for the vampire's
arm, throwing her elbow torwad his throat to ward off a sudden bite attack. A
second later, the two trackers react, stabbing their swords at the vampire's
limbs.
"Don't kill him yet!" Dilave yells ... [711]
[712] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 04:13 PM)
[713] "Dear - all
flowers are radiant," Loranna tells Kethiah in a conspirital
whisper. "And you've never been so beautiful as you are
tonight."
"He did now, did he?" Loranna says, looking thoughtful.
"More partners to dance with afterward; I approve." She winks,
dropping her voice down to a low tone. "Husbands can be vexing at
times, going off and doing things we wouldn't have done - but that's the beauty
of them. They keep us on our toes."
"Not that we'll ever tell them that, of course," Loranna says,
giggling.
[715]
"Actually, I told him to surprise me, and he did just that," Kethiah
laughed. "You know me, I like to do everything, and it is an amazing
feeling just to let go and be the person things happen to, rather than the
catalyst. If you had told me a year ago that today I would no longer be an
assassin, but be a pregnant tavernkeeper getting married in a dirty old dress,
I would have thought it was a curse. Now I know what a blessing it is."
[716]
[717] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 03:18 PM)
[718] "You took a girl
- a blond Nordic woman," Dilave says, playing for time as she waited for
the magic to finish working. "Where is she?!"
While talking, Dilave had slipped her other hand down to her belt, her torso
obscuring the motion. She closes her hand around the hilt while her two
guards stand ready, their muscles tensed ...
With a cry of "NOW!" Dilave draws her blade and stabs for the
vampire's arm, throwing her elbow torwad his throat to ward off a sudden bite
attack. A second later, the two trackers react, stabbing their swords at
the vampire's limbs.
"Don't kill him yet!" Dilave yells ...
[720]
"I've..done...no...such...thing..." gasped the vampire. His strength,
not his fatigue, was slowly giving way. With the extra pain of the sharp tips
in his arms and legs, he let go of Dilave and sank back against the wall, his
muscles unresponsive.
"Ow." [721]
[722] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 04:18 PM)
[723] "Actually, I told him to surprise me, and he did just that," Kethiah laughed. "You know me, I like to do everything, and it is an amazing feeling just to let go and be the person things happen to, rather than the catalyst. If you had told me a year ago that today I would no longer be an assassin, but be a pregnant tavernkeeper getting married in a dirty old dress, I would have thought it was a curse. Now I know what a blessing it is."
[725]
Loranna smiles. "Just two years ago and I never would have dreamed I'd be
anything more than a cute barmaid in the Imperial City," she says.
"My highest apsiration was to find a good man to fall in love with and not
have to work another day in my life - or at least find a nice handsome
adventurer who would pass through the area more than once every few years. If
you told me I'd be where I am now ... I'd have thought you had been smoking
skooma."
She sighs a bit. "Who'd have thought any of this would have come to pass;
Ald Raathim a duchy, all the wars, babies on the way ..."[726]
Shaka found Anya
standing a little away from the chatting and laughing crowd. He dared to slip a
hand into hers.
"I hadn't planned on a big wedding for them, but it's a good thing now
that I thought of holding it outdoors."
"Hard to believe that it's about a year since I came to Daruhn, the last
time they held an Early Harvest Festival. We must have missed it while we were
in Vvardenfell."
Shaka watched Loranna and Kethiah talking; two earth mothers. "I have to
warn you - - a wedding celebration like this. Could lead to folk-dancing
later." Shaka managed to smile at the Bosmer, hoping she were still
capable of the same.[727]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws was agian in his blue pants and shirt, glass beads glued to
the back of his hands, scales shining. He walked down the path to where the
party was supposed to be. He came upon a rocky field. Something did not look
right about it, why would they be in a rocky field for a party. The ground look
odd aroound the people's feet, a spell perhapps?
"Greetigns all. Odd place for a wedding." He said. [728]
[729] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 22 2005, 04:31 PM)
[730] Commander
Slashes-With-Claws was agian in his blue pants and shirt, glass beads glued to
the back of his hands, scales shining. He walked down the path to where
the party was supposed to be. He came upon a rocky field. Something
did not look right about it, why would they be in a rocky field for a
party. The ground look odd aroound the people's feet, a spell perhapps?
"Greetigns all. Odd place for a wedding." He said.
[732]
Shaka passed a hand over his fellow Argonian's eyes and muttered the
counterspell. "Glad to see those stones Slyvos gave me are still working.
. . . Check out the fishpond too when you get a chance."
"Glad too that you could make it here, Commander. We're trying to give
everyone some normalcy before . . . Well, all Oblivion breaks loose." [733]
[734] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 04:25 PM)
[735] "I've..done...no...such...thing..."
gasped the vampire. His strength, not his fatigue, was slowly giving way. With
the extra pain of the sharp tips in his arms and legs, he let go of Dilave and
sank back against the wall, his muscles unresponsive.
"Ow."
[737]
While the two trackers keep their swords at the vampire's throat, Dilave -
after taking a moment to rub her neck and thank Mercy, Mystery, and Mastery for
her continued existance- grabs the vampire's feet and looks at the soles of his
boots. The seven nails set in a crescent shape were plain as day.
"You should have changed your shoes before trying to lie to us," she
says, staring at the vampire with smouldering eyes. "Now then, unless you'd
like us to take this conversation outside ... where's the girl Diamond you took
from Ald Raathim." Her tone, and her scowl, made it clear she wasn't in
the mood for games.[738]
[739] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 04:31 PM)
[740] She sighs a bit. "Who'd have thought any of this would have come to pass; Ald Raathim a duchy, all the wars, babies on the way ..."
[742]
"Speaking as an unrepentant Planner and Schemer," Kethiah grinned.
"Nothing we expect will come to pass. But tonight I refuse to believe it
won't turn out for the best."
[743]
[744] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 02:31 PM)
[745] Shaka watched Loranna and Kethiah talking; two earth mothers. "I have to warn you - - a wedding celebration like this. Could lead to folk-dancing later." Shaka managed to smile at the Bosmer, hoping she were still capable of the same.
[747]
Anya laughed, "As if I couldn't dance circles around you before. Still, I
have no wish to draw attention to myself. You know how ackward it is to wear a
mask around these people, knowing that they'd rather quater me if they knew who
I was? Vvardenfell is a place of... strong-willed people." [748]
[749] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 04:35 PM)
[750] Shaka passed a hand
over his fellow Argonian's eyes and muttered the counterspell. "Glad
to see those stones Slyvos gave me are still working. . .
. Check out the fishpond too when you get a chance."
"Glad too that you could make it here, Commander. We're trying to
give everyone some normalcy before . . . Well, all Oblivion breaks
loose."
[752]
Slashes looked at the beautiful scean that appeared before him. The yurt, the
garden. "Ahh, it is most beautiful. I can use a break from the duties of the
army, I am glad that I could make it." He remembered something he wanted
to do since Narsis, "I never did thank you for saving my life in Narsis.
Thank you my friend." He placed his left hand on Shaka's shoulder and
extened the other to Shaka for him to shake it. [753]
[754] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 04:37 PM)
[755] "Speaking as an unrepentant Planner and Schemer," Kethiah grinned. "Nothing we expect will come to pass. But tonight I refuse to believe it won't turn out for the best."
[757]
Loranna looks at Kethiah, her tearstreaks once again catching the starlight;
with the smile on her face, it look almost like she's weeping with joy.
"Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise, love," she says to
Kethiah. "In the end, the hero always returns from her labors bearing a
gift."[758]
[759] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 03:35 PM)
[760] While the two trackers
keep their swords at the vampire's throat, Dilave - after taking a moment to
rub her neck and thank Mercy, Mystery, and Mastery for her continued existance-
grabs the vampire's feet and looks at the soles of his boots. The seven
nails set in a crescent shape were plain as day.
"You should have changed your shoes before trying to lie to us," she
says, staring at the vampire with smouldering eyes. "Now then,
unless you'd like us to take this conversation outside ... where's the girl
Diamond you took from Ald Raathim." Her tone, and her scowl, made it
clear she wasn't in the mood for games.
[762]
Noting the anger in Dilave's eyes and the cold swords biting into his neck -
oh, the irony - the vampire decided to tell the truth.
"I don't know," he said frantically, "I don't have her! She's
not here!" [763]
[764] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 04:43 PM)
[765] Loranna looks at
Kethiah, her tearstreaks once again catching the starlight; with the smile on
her face, it look almost like she's weeping with joy.
"Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise, love," she says to
Kethiah. "In the end, the hero always returns from her labors
bearing a gift."
[767]
"That's true, but I have never identified with a hero," Kethiah
nodded. Seeing Anya and Shaka, she waved. "That was a marvelous way of
arriving to the party, Shaka, thank you. You even surprised Isidor!"
[768]
[769] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 04:44 PM)
[770] Noting the anger in
Dilave's eyes and the cold swords biting into his neck - oh, the irony - the
vampire decided to tell the truth.
"I don't know," he said frantically, "I don't have her! She's
not here!"
[772]
Dilave says in a too-even voice "Well then, where is she?"
For the vampire's sake, she sincerely hopes Diamond is still alive.[773]
[774] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 04:45 PM)
[775] "That's true, but I have never identified with a hero," Kethiah nodded. Seeing Anya and Shaka, she waved. "That was a marvelous way of arriving to the party, Shaka, thank you. You even surprised Isidor!"
[777]
Shaka was shaking Slashes' hand. "Any time, Commander," he said. He
looked over to Kethiah and walked closer.
"It's the least I could do for you two, Kethiah. After all that you and
the tavern mean to the community." He left unstated Kethiah's additional
duties for Loranna, but knew the message would be received.
[778]
[779] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 04:37 PM)
[780] Anya laughed, "As if I couldn't dance circles around you before. Still, I have no wish to draw attention to myself. You know how ackward it is to wear a mask around these people, knowing that they'd rather quater me if they knew who I was? Vvardenfell is a place of... strong-willed people."
[782]
"You're right about your dancing, even before, Anya." Shaka was quiet
for a moment, thinking that Anya was right; they didn't dare let people know,
the Dunmer especially.
Kethiah knew the truth already though. "Try to keep the mask for a while
longer, Anya. I don't know what else to say. Someday you won't need one . . . .
"[783]
[784] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 03:48 PM)
[785] Dilave says in a
too-even voice "Well then, where is she?"
For the vampire's sake, she sincerely hopes Diamond is still alive.
[787]
He grimaced, knowing that he was either going to be killed or he was going to
deliver the information that would leave them no choice but to kill him; he
decided he would rather be killed in mercy than torture.
"It was a plan," he said. "They told me everything I needed to
know, and nothing more. I was to go to Ald Raathim and take the girl, and then
bring her here to the middle of the woods. I passed her on not two hours ago;
we subdued her again with a potion and I handed her off. I stopped to take rest
and then you found me."
He didn't say it, but they could read it in his eyes: Please have mercy,
please have mercy, please have mercy...
He was a pitiable monster, used by his clan in a mission he didn't understand. [788]
[789] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 04:49 PM)
[790] Shaka was shaking
Slashes' hand. "Any time, Commander," he said. He looked
over to Kethiah and walked closer.
"It's the least I could do for you two, Kethiah. After all that you
and the tavern mean to the community." He left unstated Kethiah's
additional duties for Loranna, but knew the message would be received.
[792]
"I was just telling Loranna it's hard to imagine where I was a year ago
being here, or even wanting to be here," Kethiah smiled. "Given our
history, Shaka, it's equally hard to imagine you hosting my wedding
party."[793]
[794] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 04:56 PM)
[795] He grimaced, knowing
that he was either going to be killed or he was going to deliver the
information that would leave them no choice but to kill him; he decided he
would rather be killed in mercy than torture.
"It was a plan," he said. "They told me everything I needed to
know, and nothing more. I was to go to Ald Raathim and take the girl, and then
bring her here to the middle of the woods. I passed her on not two hours ago;
we subdued her again with a potion and I handed her off. I stopped to take rest
and then you found me."
He didn't say it, but they could read it in his eyes: Please have mercy,
please have mercy, please have mercy...
He was a pitiable monster, used by his clan in a mission he didn't understand.
[797]
Dilave frowns; the news was not exactly what she wanted to hear, and the
vampire knew it.
"What clan are you? Where would they be headed?" she demands.
"These aren't your clan's traditional lands; just what would they expect
to do with the girl anyway?"[798]
[799] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 04:58 PM)
[800] "I was just telling Loranna it's hard to imagine where I was a year ago being here, or even wanting to be here," Kethiah smiled. "Given our history, Shaka, it's equally hard to imagine you hosting my wedding party."
[802]
Loranna had been quietly listening to Kethiah and Shaka talk, having kept her
coments to Kethiah's last words to her to herself. Kethiah's feelings about not
identifying with heroes brought back brief thoughts of Falco, which caused
Loranna to ponder.
Am I selfish or merely foolish to want all my loved ones to be heroes in
their own way? she asked herself. Or is it just being optimistic?
She can't help but smile at Shaka when Kethiah mentions their shared history,
though. [803]
[804] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 02:55 PM)
[805] "You're right
about your dancing, even before, Anya." Shaka was quiet for a moment,
thinking that Anya was right; they didn't dare let people know, the Dunmer
especially.
Kethiah knew the truth already though. "Try to keep the mask for a
while longer, Anya. I don't know what else to say. Someday you
won't need one . . . . "
[807]
"Oh don't be so pessimistic, dear, this mask isn't without it's
benefits." [808]
[809] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 05:05 PM)
[810] "Oh don't be so pessimistic, dear, this mask isn't without it's benefits."
[812]
Shaka squeezed her hand at hearing that. As for Kethiah . . .
"It's not as if I received your ' final favor ' while in Mournhold,
Kethiah," he said with mock seriousness. "You were my handler for a
while, for Helseth, and taught me more about unarmed combat, for which I thank
you." And Telera, and Anya, probably.
"Seriously, it was good to see Isidor and you find each other, and in
effect save each other from an isolated life."[813]
[814] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 05:05 PM)
[815] "Oh don't be so pessimistic, dear, this mask isn't without it's benefits."
[817]
"And it's lovely too," Kethiah smiled, greeting Anya. There wasn't
much she could say to her, but Anya could tell from her eyes that she knew
everything. "Thank you for coming, Anya."[818]
QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 05:10 PM)
[819] Shaka squeezed her
hand at hearing that. As for Kethiah . . .
"It's not as if I received your ' final favor ' while in Mournhold,
Kethiah," he said with mock seriousness. "You were my handler
for a while, for Helseth, and taught me more about unarmed combat, for which I
thank you." And Telera, and Anya, probably.
"Seriously, it was good to see Isidor and you find each other, and in
effect save each other from an isolated life."
[821]
"I wish the same for you," Kethiah replied, kissing Shaka's cheek.[822]
[823] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 04:00 PM)
[824] Dilave frowns; the
news was not exactly what she wanted to hear, and the vampire knew it.
"What clan are you? Where would they be headed?" she
demands. "These aren't your clan's traditional lands; just what
would they expect to do with the girl anyway?"
[826]
"Vraseth clan," he said, throwing out the one piece of information he
actually knew. "I don't know where they're headed except west - probably
back to the clan centers in High Rock. As for the objective, I only know this:
they instructed me to not, under any circumstances, bite the girl."
His eyes reflected pain from just remembering the self-deprivation. [827]
[828] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 03:16 PM)
[829] "And it's lovely too," Kethiah smiled, greeting Anya. There wasn't much she could say to her, but Anya could tell from her eyes that she knew everything. "Thank you for coming, Anya."
[831]
"Thank you. And I wouldn't miss this. After all, Isidor was my friend, and
I couldn't bear to miss this, especially after what we went through to unite
such a perfect couple. It's a merry chase you lead." Anya said playfully,
but with sincerity. [832]
[833] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 05:20 PM)
[834] "Thank you. And I wouldn't miss this. After all, Isidor was my friend, and I couldn't bear to miss this, especially after what we went through to unite such a perfect couple. It's a merry chase you lead." Anya said playfully, but with sincerity.
[836]
Kethiah chuckled. "That's true. Bear that in mind if ever you doubt it:
the course of true love never did run smooth. Of course, now I'm thinking about
all the gold and weaponry that's probably still buried in the Dwemer ruins
under my old cottage in Vas ... In a couple months, when I'm able to, I really
should go back and reclaim it."
[837]
[838] QUOTE(Tricrux @ Dec 22 2005, 05:20 PM)
[839] "Vraseth
clan," he said, throwing out the one piece of information he actually
knew. "I don't know where they're headed except west - probably back to
the clan centers in High Rock. As for the objective, I only know this: they
instructed me to not, under any circumstances, bite the girl."
His eyes reflected pain from just remembering the self-deprivation.
[841]
Dilave had been a guard long enough to know when you had gotten everything you
could from an interrogation. She nods.
"You probably don't deserve a quick, clean death," she says,
"but that's what you'll get in Ald Raathim. May ALMSIVI have mercy on your
soul, vampire."
Once the deed was done, Dilave had the body burned; she and her trackers needed
to go back to the cave where the smugglars had been buried to ensure that they
weren't going to rise again anytime soon, an oversight that made Dilave bite
her lip the entire flight back. She sent one of her trackers back to Ald
Raathim while she and the other tended to business, with instructions to tell
Dram and Her Grace that the Vraseth vampire clan had kidnapped Diamond, with
strict instructions not to bite her - Dilave herself did not remember where
Diamond originally hailed from, but she had her suspiscions it was in Vraseth
territory ...[842]
Nalion joined the
group around Kethiah and Isidor. He had busied himself with the food-laden
tables.
"A merry chase it may have been, and so it is all the more reason to
savour its results in full.", Nalion commented. [843]
[844] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 05:20 PM)
[845] "Thank you. And I wouldn't miss this. After all, Isidor was my friend, and I couldn't bear to miss this, especially after what we went through to unite such a perfect couple. It's a merry chase you lead." Anya said playfully, but with sincerity.
[847]
Shaka looked at Anya. Well, most weddings were said to hold the seeds of future
marriages. . . . [848]
[849] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 05:25 PM)
[850] Kethiah chuckled. "That's true. Bear that in mind if ever you doubt it: the course of true love never did run smooth. Of course, now I'm thinking about all the gold and weaponry that's probably still buried in the Dwemer ruins under my old cottage in Vas ... In a couple months, when I'm able to, I really should go back and reclaim it."
[852]
Loranna smirks a little. "In a couple of months, if Vvardenfell is still
even remotely approachable, we'll organize a party to go get your stuff back
dear," she promises. "Hopefully the Tribunal didn't go raiding every
Dwemer ruin on the island to make their current army; I can just imagine all
those old sites stripped completely bare, right down to the last little cog
..."
"Speaking of which, I should ask Zadion soon about what has been learned
of our own little Dwemer ruin," she continues. "I'm curious to know
what might lie within."[853]
Slashes went to examine the pond Shaka had mentioned, the fish glistened beautifully. "It is most pleasent here." He said to himself. Then went to the buffet to enjoy the tasty treats and the conversation that abounded. [854]
[855] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 05:28 PM)
[856] Nalion joined the
group around Kethiah and Isidor. He had busied himself with the food-laden
tables.
"A merry chase it may have been, and so it is all the more reason to
savour its results in full.", Nalion commented.
[858]
"I couldn't be happier having been caught," Kethiah laughed.
"Welcome, Nalion. Thank you for being here."
[859]
[860] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 05:30 PM)
[861] Loranna smirks a
little. "In a couple of months, if Vvardenfell is still even
remotely approachable, we'll organize a party to go get your stuff back
dear," she promises. "Hopefully the Tribunal didn't go raiding
every Dwemer ruin on the island to make their current army; I can just imagine
all those old sites stripped completely bare, right down to the last little cog
..."
"Speaking of which, I should ask Zadion soon about what has been learned
of our own little Dwemer ruin," she continues. "I'm curious to
know what might lie within."
[863]
"They're pretty treacherous, those ruins, and filled with all manners of
Dwemer constructs," Kethiah nodded. "If the Redoran and Indoril did
try to plunder it and weren't aware of what they were getting into, they
probably lost more men than they gained by the treasure. Here's hoping,
anyhow."[864]
[865] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 22 2005, 05:31 PM)
[866] Slashes went to examine the pond Shaka had mentioned, the fish glistened beautifully. "It is most pleasent here." He said to himself. Then went to the buffet to enjoy the tasty treats and the conversation that abounded.
[868]
Dynate was on his new daily 7 mile run.
He wheezed with exaustion, fatigue was growing dangerously low.
Collapsing to his knee's he looked over to see his captain over at some pond.
As he looked closer he saw his eyes fixated on the fish.
"I wonder if he's gonna jump in there?"
he than headed over to a buffet
"Wow... thats self control right there." thought Dynate. [869]
[870] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 04:32 PM)
[871] "I couldn't be happier having been caught," Kethiah laughed. "Welcome, Nalion. Thank you for being here."
[873]
"I am not so sure who caught whom, Kethiah.", Nalion said, a bright
smile on his face. Then, he seemed to think of something. The mage put his hand
in his pocket and pulled out a wooden box.
He opened it and turned it to Kethiah and Isidor so that they could see inside.
In the box were five identical amulets. They were oval in shape, with a
centerpiece of transparent glass crystal. The centerpiece was framed by an
intricate tracery of bright, polished silver, decorated with gold thread.
"I've long thought about what I could offer you as a wedding
present...", Nalion began, smiling. "There's one for each of you,
Kethiah, Isidor, Tilitalia, Tyradil and our yet nameless little one who probably
wants his share of the buffet right now more than this amulet." The mage's
smile turned into a grin as he glanced at Kethia's swollen belly.
"The crystal piece at the center can hold a picture, I was thinking about
ordering a set from Diamond when your child is born. To have you all together
on one."
The mage paused for a brief moment.
"Even in these times, there is reason for joy and happiness, and that
should encourage us. Take my best wishes, dear friends." [874]
[875] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 05:34 PM)
[876] "They're pretty treacherous, those ruins, and filled with all manners of Dwemer constructs," Kethiah nodded. "If the Redoran and Indoril did try to plunder it and weren't aware of what they were getting into, they probably lost more men than they gained by the treasure. Here's hoping, anyhow."
[878]
"I'm still wondering who the false Tribunal are," said Shaka.
"Could they be only powerful mages, disguised?"
[879]
At the buffet,
litteraly raiding the green salad, P'Rassha overheard the conversation about
Dwemer ruins, false Tribunal and such. It fitted the rumors his Cyrodiil friend
told him. For a second, he almost interrupted them, but refrained at the last
second.
"Errr...Nevermind" [880]
[881] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 05:39 PM)
[882] "I'm still
wondering who the false Tribunal are," said Shaka. "Could they
be only powerful mages, disguised?"
OOC: away for a few minutes.
[884]
Loranna frowns. "Unfortunately, Goranthir never passed on what he learned
about the Tribunal," she says. "All we have to go on is what we've
seen so far."[885]
[886] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 05:39 PM)
[887] "I'm still
wondering who the false Tribunal are," said Shaka. "Could they
be only powerful mages, disguised?"
OOC: away for a few minutes.
[889]
"That'd be my guess," Kethiah replied. "Did you get any
information about Almalexia from Goranthir, or was he ... unable?"
(OOC -- Also gone for a few minutes)[890]
[891] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 05:46 PM)
[892] "That'd be my guess," Kethiah replied. "Did you get any information about Almalexia from Goranthir, or was he ... unable?"
[894]
"He didn't say much about her, if I remember right," said Shaka.
"It sounds as if she attacked him, and Mannimarco's hold over Goranthir
came to life. The manor district Skar exploded, but I don't know what happened
to the false Almalexia."
"Strange thing, his eyes are golden now like Almalexia's, but of course
Goranthir didn't get his godhood from the Heart of Lorkhan as she did. I have
the theory that if it weren't for the good woman who raised him, a Bosmer I
never met, Goranthir would be completely the pawn of the God of Worms. He's
something more complex instead. . . . Unless I'm reading too much into our
brief time with Geht."[895]
[896] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 05:39 PM)
[897] "I'm still wondering who the false Tribunal are," said Shaka. "Could they be only powerful mages, disguised?"
[899]
Slashes had been listening, although he came for pleasure, this was important.
"They would be very strong mages indeed." He said remembering Molag
Mar. "I have never seen a mage with magic of that strength. The strength
of the false Almalexia was amazing, and I shot the her myself with several
silver arrows. Perhapps they are using enchantments to fortify themselves. Or
perhapps it is the magic of the daedra." [900]
Loranna frowns. "Something troubles me about this whole incident," she mutters. "A few too many odd occurances ..."[901]
[902] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 05:57 PM)
[903] "He didn't say
much about her, if I remember right," said Shaka. "It sounds as
if she attacked him, and Mannimarco's hold over Goranthir came to life.
The manor district Skar exploded, but I don't know what happened to the false
Almalexia."
"Strange thing, his eyes are golden now like Almalexia's, but of course
Goranthir didn't get his godhood from the Heart of Lorkhan as she did. I
have the theory that if it weren't for the good woman who raised him, a Bosmer
I never met, Goranthir would be completely the pawn of the God of Worms.
He's something more complex instead. . . . Unless I'm
reading too much into our brief time with Geht."
[905]
"Not at all, his old nurse may be the way to get through to him when we
face him again, which I have no doubt we will," Kethiah said. Seeing
Slashes, she smiled. "Welcome, commander. Thank you for coming. How go the
preparations to defend Ald Raathim in case of trouble?"
[906]
[907] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 05:39 PM)
[908] "I am not so sure
who caught whom, Kethiah.", Nalion said, a bright smile on his face. Then,
he seemed to think of something. The mage put his hand in his pocket and pulled
out a wooden box.
He opened it and turned it to Kethiah and Isidor so that they could see inside.
In the box were five identical amulets. They were oval in shape, with a
centerpiece of transparent glass crystal. The centerpiece was framed by an
intricate tracery of bright, polished silver, decorated with gold thread.
"I've long thought about what I could offer you as a wedding present...",
Nalion began, smiling. "There's one for each of you, Kethiah, Isidor,
Tilitalia, Tyradil and our yet nameless little one who probably wants his share
of the buffet right now more than this amulet." The mage's smile turned
into a grin as he glanced at Kethia's swollen belly.
"The crystal piece at the center can hold a picture, I was thinking about
ordering a set from Diamond when your child is born. To have you all together
on one."
The mage paused for a brief moment.
"Even in these times, there is reason for joy and happiness, and that
should encourage us. Take my best wishes, dear friends."
[910]
"They're exquisite, Nalion, thank you," Kethiah gasped, a tear
coming to her eye which she quickly wiped away. "I'm so sorry. I've been
so emotional lately. What a wonderful gift."
She kissed Nalion's cheek.
[911]
[912] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 06:27 PM)
[913] "Not at all, his old nurse may be the way to get through to him when we face him again, which I have no doubt we will," Kethiah said. Seeing Slashes, she smiled. "Welcome, commander. Thank you for coming. How go the preparations to defend Ald Raathim in case of trouble?"
[915]
"I am glad to be here." He grins, hoping it does not come across as a
threatening look, and takes a sip of flin. "The preparations go well.
After the recent news we have stepped up training and reddiness. I am
attempting to learn some destruction magic myself, I am currently rather
unskilled in it. Luckily the army has grown greatly from the ranks of former
slaves. I believe that the city will be ready if the worst happens."
OOC: Out for a few hours or the night. [916]
[917] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 05:36 PM)
[918] "They're exquisite,
Nalion, thank you," Kethiah gasped, a tear coming to her eye which she
quickly wiped away. "I'm so sorry. I've been so emotional
lately. What a wonderful gift."
She kissed Nalion's cheek.
[920]
"Getting married is all about being emotional, Kethiah.", Nalion
answered, returning the kiss softly. "It's something wonderful that noone
should hide."[921]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 05:25 PM)
[922] Loranna frowns. "Something troubles me about this whole incident," she mutters. "A few too many odd occurances ..."
[924]
"Odd occurrences?", Nalion asked Loranna, then furrowed his brow.
The mage seemed absentminded for a moment, as if he was following a thought and
not paying attention to his surroundings at all.
"Indeed." [925]
[926] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 06:42 PM)
[927] The mage seemed
absentminded for a moment, as if he was following a thought and not paying
attention to his surroundings at all.
"Indeed."
[929]
"Can either of you tell us more about your speculations? Duchess,
Nalion?"[930]
[931] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 06:42 PM)
[932] "Getting married is all about being emotional, Kethiah.", Nalion answered, returning the kiss softly. "It's something wonderful that noone should hide."
[934]
"Giving the gifts already?" Loranna says, chuckling. "Well in
that case ... Dram, if you would?"
Loranna's guard, having been keeping close yet unobtrusively so, steps forward,
putting down the glass of wine he had been carefully nursing for the night.
With a bow to Kethiah he gives a florish of his cloak, and pulls out a large
hardwood case, inlayed with gold and ebony and bearing Kethiah's and Isidor's
initials on the lid.
"From Her Grace, and with the best wishes of everyone in the castle,"
he says, his voice reaching for understated gallanty. "We present to the
happy couple ..."
He opens the case, revealing crystal goblets within, each exquisitely crafted
and shimmering faintly in the evening light. Loranna smiles, hoping Kethiah
likes the gift.[935]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 06:42 PM)
[936] "Odd
occurrences?", Nalion asked Loranna, then furrowed his brow.
The mage seemed absentminded for a moment, as if he was following a thought and
not paying attention to his surroundings at all.
"Indeed."
[938]
Loranna gives Nalion a small smile ...[939]
[940] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 06:54 PM)
[941] He opens the case, revealing crystal goblets within, each exquisitely crafted and shimmering faintly in the evening light. Loranna smiles, hoping Kethiah likes the gift.
[943]
"Loranna, Your Grace," Kethiah looks at Loranna and then back at the
goblets. "B'vek, they're amazing."
She picks one up, and holds it before the candlelight, its facets blazing. Her
violet and red eyes almost are lost in them.
"Thank you," she said quickly with a laugh, kissing Loranna's cheek.
"I'm sorry, I didn't say thank you. I'm just overwhelmed. Thank you."
[944]
[945] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 05:51 PM)
[946] "Can either of you tell us more about your speculations? Duchess, Nalion?"
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 05:54 PM)
[950] Loranna gives Nalion a small smile ...
[952]
"I do not know yet. But as Loranna said, things truly were odd.",
Nalion answered the Argonian, before glancing around Dram to get a look at
Loranna's presents.
"Beautiful! Now, who's got the proper Wayrest vintage for these
goblets?", the Breton said with a somewhat mischievous grin. [953]
[954] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 07:05 PM)
[955] "Loranna, Your
Grace," Kethiah looks at Loranna and then back at the goblets.
"B'vek, they're amazing."
She picks one up, and holds it before the candlelight, its facets
blazing. Her violet and red eyes almost are lost in them.
"Thank you," she said quickly with a laugh, kissing Loranna's cheek.
"I'm sorry, I didn't say thank you. I'm just overwhelmed.
Thank you."
[957]
"Yes, beautiful gifts, Loranna and Nalion. Like the hearts of their
givers."[958]
[959] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 07:05 PM)
[960] "Loranna, Your
Grace," Kethiah looks at Loranna and then back at the goblets.
"B'vek, they're amazing."
She picks one up, and holds it before the candlelight, its facets
blazing. Her violet and red eyes almost are lost in them.
"Thank you," she said quickly with a laugh, kissing Loranna's cheek.
"I'm sorry, I didn't say thank you. I'm just overwhelmed.
Thank you."
[962]
Loranna laughs as well, embracing Kethiah fondly and kissing Kethiah's cheek.
"You're welcome, dear," she says. "Like Nalion was pointing out,
this is the day to be overwhelmed; enjoy it for all it's worth."
By Dibella, Kethiah was absolutely lovely when she was happy beyond words;
Loranna felt her heart swelling with joy.
"We're saving the Wayrest vintage for later, hun," Loranna says to
Nalion, winking.
"I don't know yet Shaka; just the whole episode on Vvardenfell was ...
strange," she continues. "And I admit, I'm kind of worried about
those giant fabricants as well."[963]
[964] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 07:08 PM)
[965] "Beautiful! Now, who's got the proper Wayrest vintage for these goblets?", the Breton said with a somewhat mischievous grin.
[967]
"You know how I refuse to cut into the Nymph and Noggin's profits, and am
notorious for my policy of no free drinks from the cellar," Kethiah said
with a wink. "But maybe this one time ..."[968]
Shaka watched Anya,
whose green eyes were more piercing than ever. The torchlight and moonlight
flattered her porcelain skin as well, concealing any differences between the
undead and the living.
He leaned over and said for her ears only: "Maybe after the wedding we can
go for a swim like old times. We have many hours until that point of the
evening, though."
"I'm glad that you decided to attend."[969]
[970] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 22 2005, 05:26 PM)
[971] Shaka watched Anya,
whose green eyes were more piercing than ever. The torchlight and
moonlight flattered her porcelain skin as well, concealing any differences
between the undead and the living.
He leaned over and said for her ears only: "Maybe after the wedding
we can go for a swim like old times. We have many hours until that point
of the evening, though."
"I'm glad that you decided to attend."
[973]
Anya smiled, though her smiles tended to look more feral than she wanted.
"Hon, let's just enjoy the moment. But... we can always keep our options
open." [974]
[975] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 07:30 PM)
[976] Anya smiled, though her smiles tended to look more feral than she wanted. "Hon, let's just enjoy the moment. But... we can always keep our options open."
[978]
He had to nod at that. "True enough."
Shaka wondered if the group was talking shop too much, for a happy occasion
like this. But this was a time for conversation before the ceremony, in any
event. Discussing concerns was to be expected.[979]
[980] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 06:18 PM)
[981] Loranna laughs as
well, embracing Kethiah fondly and kissing Kethiah's cheek. "You're
welcome, dear," she says. "Like Nalion was pointing out, this
is the day to be overwhelmed; enjoy it for all it's worth."
By Dibella, Kethiah was absolutely lovely when she was happy beyond words;
Loranna felt her heart swelling with joy.
"We're saving the Wayrest vintage for later, hun," Loranna says to
Nalion, winking.
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 06:19 PM)
[985] "You know how I refuse to cut into the Nymph and Noggin's profits, and am notorious for my policy of no free drinks from the cellar," Kethiah said with a wink. "But maybe this one time ..."
[987]
"Oh, actually, I was thinking about Loranna's cellar in the castle!",
Nalion said with a broad grin on his face. "But... to be honest, does it
matter from which cellar the wine comes, as long as it's Wayrest vintage?"
The mage chuckled. "I'm sounding like Tris when he drinks non-Wayrestian
wine. Now, how spoiled have I become?", he added, still grinning. [988]
[989] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 07:33 PM)
[990] "Oh, actually, I
was thinking about Loranna's cellar in the castle!", Nalion said with a
broad grin on his face. "But... to be honest, does it matter from which
cellar the wine comes, as long as it's Wayrest vintage?"
The mage chuckled. "I'm sounding like Tris when he drinks non-Wayrestian
wine. Now, how spoiled have I become?", he added, still grinning.
[992]
"Terribly," Loranna says, giving Nalion a mock-glare. "Simply
shameful, the influnece of High Rock on a man's moral fiber. If my child's a
boy I will have to forbid him trips to High Rock save for Solunastra."
Unable to keep the glare up for any longer, she grins, laughing like a happy
young girl. "We can get some wine from the castle; one moment," she
says, turning to call upon her mirror.[993]
[994] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 07:33 PM)
[995] "Oh, actually, I
was thinking about Loranna's cellar in the castle!", Nalion said with a
broad grin on his face. "But... to be honest, does it matter from which
cellar the wine comes, as long as it's Wayrest vintage?"
The mage chuckled. "I'm sounding like Tris when he drinks non-Wayrestian
wine. Now, how spoiled have I become?", he added, still grinning.
[997]
"Thank you, Loranna," Kethiah said, smiling, as Loranna called for
more wine from the castle. "Though on this occasion, I wouldn't mind
cutting into the Nymph's profits a bit. And I know Isidor wouldn't mind ...
Makes me wonder what happened to Tris, though, speaking of whom. I suppose being
Count Sternhart is a lot of work, but strange we haven't heard from him in a
while. Or Allerleirauh, for that matter ..."
[998]
[999] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 22 2005, 04:20 PM)
[1000] "Thank you. And I wouldn't miss this. After all, Isidor was my friend, and I couldn't bear to miss this, especially after what we went through to unite such a perfect couple. It's a merry chase you lead." Anya said playfully, but with sincerity.
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 22 2005, 04:39 PM)
[1004] "I am not so
sure who caught whom, Kethiah.", Nalion said, a bright smile on his face.
Then, he seemed to think of something. The mage put his hand in his pocket and
pulled out a wooden box.
He opened it and turned it to Kethiah and Isidor so that they could see inside.
In the box were five identical amulets. They were oval in shape, with a
centerpiece of transparent glass crystal. The centerpiece was framed by an
intricate tracery of bright, polished silver, decorated with gold thread.
"I've long thought about what I could offer you as a wedding
present...", Nalion began, smiling. "There's one for each of you,
Kethiah, Isidor, Tilitalia, Tyradil and our yet nameless little one who
probably wants his share of the buffet right now more than this amulet."
The mage's smile turned into a grin as he glanced at Kethia's swollen belly.
"The crystal piece at the center can hold a picture, I was thinking about
ordering a set from Diamond when your child is born. To have you all together
on one."
The mage paused for a brief moment.
"Even in these times, there is reason for joy and happiness, and that
should encourage us. Take my best wishes, dear friends."
[1006]
Isidor smiled, and hugged the Breton. "Many thanks, Nalion. They are
beautiful."[1007]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 05:54 PM)
[1008] "Giving the
gifts already?" Loranna says, chuckling. "Well in that case ...
Dram, if you would?"
Loranna's guard, having been keeping close yet unobtrusively so, steps forward,
putting down the glass of wine he had been carefully nursing for the night.
With a bow to Kethiah he gives a florish of his cloak, and pulls out a large
hardwood case, inlayed with gold and ebony and bearing Kethiah's and Isidor's
initials on the lid.
"From Her Grace, and with the best wishes of everyone in the castle,"
he says, his voice reaching for understated gallanty. "We present to
the happy couple ..."
He opens the case, revealing crystal goblets within, each exquisitely crafted
and shimmering faintly in the evening light. Loranna smiles, hoping
Kethiah likes the gift.
Loranna gives Nalion a small smile ...
[1010]
"My ..." Isidor said, his eyes opening wide.
"Breathtaking." He said, with a smile.
As the group smiled and talked, Isidor pulled out a small white box from his
pocket. He opened it, and extended it to Kethiah.
"For you, my dear." Inside was a small, golden ring, with two stones,
one fire red, the other a deep amethyst purple. [1011]
[1012] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 22 2005, 06:36 PM)
[1013] "Terribly,"
Loranna says, giving Nalion a mock-glare. "Simply shameful, the
influnece of High Rock on a man's moral fiber. If my child's a boy I will
have to forbid him trips to High Rock save for Solunastra."
Unable to keep the glare up for any longer, she grins, laughing like a happy
young girl. "We can get some wine from the castle; one moment,"
she says, turning to call upon her mirror.
[1015]
"I believe it's born into every Breton, Loranna. And, you know, it's
strange. I'm not even born in Wayrest!", Nalion said as he joined
Loranna's laughter.[1016]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 06:44 PM)
[1017] "Thank you, Loranna," Kethiah said, smiling, as Loranna called for more wine from the castle. "Though on this occasion, I wouldn't mind cutting into the Nymph's profits a bit. And I know Isidor wouldn't mind ... Makes me wonder what happened to Tris, though, speaking of whom. I suppose being Count Sternhart is a lot of work, but strange we haven't heard from him in a while. Or Allerleirauh, for that matter ..."
[1019]
"I don't know, Kethiah. I'm missing them.", Nalion said. [1020]
[1021] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Dec 22 2005, 07:44 PM)
[1022] "Thank you, Loranna," Kethiah said, smiling, as Loranna called for more wine from the castle. "Though on this occasion, I wouldn't mind cutting into the Nymph's profits a bit. And I know Isidor wouldn't mind ... Makes me wonder what happened to Tris, though, speaking of whom. I suppose being Count Sternhart is a lot of work, but strange we haven't heard from him in a while. Or Allerleirauh, for that matter ..."
[1024]
Loranna mutters "I know; I am trying not to think too much about that
..." She gives Nalion a quick look, shaking her head imperceptibly.[1025]
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 22 2005, 07:53 PM)
[1026] Isidor smiled, and
hugged the Breton. "Many thanks, Nalion. They are beautiful."
"My ..." Isidor said, his eyes opening wide.
"Breathtaking." He said, with a smile.
As the group smiled and talked, Isidor pulled out a small white box from his
pocket. He opened it, and extended it to Kethiah.
"For you, my dear." Inside was a small, golden ring, with two stones,
one fire red, the other a deep amethyst purple.
[1028]
Loranna breathes in sharply, saying "That's beautiful ..."
[1029]
[1030] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Dec 22 2005, 07:53 PM)
[1031] As the group smiled
and talked, Isidor pulled out a small white box from his pocket. He opened it,
and extended it to Kethiah.
"For you, my dear." Inside was a small, golden ring, with two stones,
one fire red, the other a deep amethyst purple.
[1033]
Kethiah's own eyes, red and violet, were perfectly reflected in the stones. She
looked to Isidor as if to say something, but couldn't.
Instead she kissed him, and let the tears flow, not bothering to wipe them away
this time.[1034]
... And this seems the
perfect place to move on.
LOCK ON!!!
Loranna [1035]
Locked by request. [1036]
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