Hello,
and welcome to our Elder Scrolls Role Playing threads, where we adventure and
socialize in the vibrant land of Tamriel.
Before we begin, we'd like to clarify a few things:
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Newcomers, we ask you to http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737&view=findpost&p=2871855
before starting up; everyone will be happier for it. Also,
http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737 as soon as
possible; this will give you an idea of who is in the RP.
To help you get up to speed, here is
http://www.tc.umn.edu/~rhod0091/lrp/temp.html. This summary doesn't cover
everything but it sums up some of the bigger events our campaign has covered.
Note: She will probably update and edit this summary as time goes on.
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This is an 'open roleplay' and everyone is encouraged to join in at any time!
'Open' roleplay does not mean 'unorganized' or 'limitless', however. The events
in this story are usually planned, and if something BIG happens, you can be
certain that it is the result of much discussion between players, usually in
the mIRC chat (#Loranna_RP, Chatspike server). This is not just a bunch of
disorganized individuals doing what they think would be fun for their character
at the time.
So, while everyone is welcome to join in, they are NOT welcome to jump in and
do big, world-changing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST. Let me be very clear
about what cannot be done without permission:
1:
Any action that effects another person's character, for ill or good. Although
most people realize they can't harm another person's character without
permission, many don't realize that you can't HELP another character without
permission, either. Many characters have flaws for a reason. Don't go healing,
saving, or otherwise fixing another character without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with
the player involved.
2:
Any event that would drastically change things that have been done to the
world, whether the change is physical (rebuilding destroyed locations),
political (converting a population to a new cause), military (killing off all
the badguys) or anything else. Almost every situation, good or bad, that exists
in the RP was done for some reason. Don't go changing or fixing things without
DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the group.
Everyone who is involved in the RP is welcome in the mIRC chat channel
#Loranna_RP, on the Chatspike server. If you have a plot idea then you are
encouraged to go there and discuss it. If you cannot get on the channel for
some reason, or if the player whos character you would affect with your plan is
not there, then PM them using this board's PM function. That's what it's there
for.
If you do not have MIRC, you can http://www.chatspike.net/?p=javairc. Enter in
a nickname where prompted and hit Submit. You'll be asked if you want to trust
the signed applet. Hit Yes, and you'll be in the main chatspike channel. From
there, type /join #Loranna_RP
You'll enter our chat channel and we can talk to you.
Not following the above advice will only result in one thing: your post is likely
to be completely ignored by everyone as if it did not happen. This is obvously
not good for anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing them.
Remember: Secret plans and surprises are seldom fun for anyone else. Before
they're revealed they're boring, because nobody knows about them, and
afterwards they're just annoying, because nobody knew about them.
Thank you, and have fun!
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IMPORTANT: WE HAVE
JUMPED SIX MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE; IT IS NOW MID YEAR IN THE RP (i.e., June)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/mapofmorrowind2.jpg is a map
provided by Shardie showing the current division of territory between the
forces loyal to the crown and the rebels in Morrowind.
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Summary for Loranna: Loranna is at Shaka's yurt, attending Kethiah's and
Isidor's wedding. She has given the couple a gift of exquisite crystal goblets
and is enjoying the party - while still keeping her thoughts open regarding the
dangers to come.
IMPORTANT NOTICE!!! Due to the upcoming holidays, the RP will be taking a
semi-haitus. The current wedding plot will continue over through the Christmas
break, though only one night in game will pass. When the Christmas break is
over, we will resume the doom that is forthcoming. [1]
Summary
for Reeds: Reeds is at the wedding.
************
Summary for Valerius: Valerius is currently
rowing for his life from a group of Redoran smugglers, blissfully unaware of
the surprise in store for him when he reaches land.[2]
Summary for Nalion
Nalion, a brown-haired Breton mage of medium height is currently attending the
wedding of Kethiah and Isidor. Though this should be a joyous occaison, no
doubt the news of an army of Fabricants, Mannimarco's influence over Goranthir
and Anya being turned into a vampire troubled him greatly. While he had enjoyed
dancing with Loranna and the amenities and food of this wedding, the mage also
had talked to some of his friends, discussing the current situation. [3]
Summary
for Gladro
Gladro is currently on a boat with Valerius and a old mer captain. [4]
OOC Summary
Reichi Sari is at Kethiath and Isidor's wedding party, drinking eating and
being merry. [5]
OOC summary
When was the last time I wrote? It was definatly before Faryon left. He saw an
urgent mission, I took a sneek at the scroll as it was delivered and it not
only had the seal of house Redorian, but of the Tribune, Almaexiea. I guess
gods really dont die. Well, it was after he recieved that letter, Faryon looked
mighty upset, no, angry would be a better word. He left the city within the
hour. Ive never seen him so flustered. I heard he was heading North. there is
not much north, Bodrum Mora, Ald Raatham, Tel Sigrid, Blacklight. My money is
on Blacklight, proberly a meeting or somthing is going on. I will try to keep
tabs on him, but boy, it will be hard to get there without a Parrapton.
Ive also been keeping tabs on Maranda as well. She sent her condolences to the
happy couple that she could not attend the wedding, she had an important temple
assignment to take care of. That temple works her too hard. Last I heard, she
had left the city of Tel Sigrid heading for the Skyrim Border.
Drevious, now that Daedra is a funny fellow, he was called back to Oblivion,
and got himself chewed out for not taking his job seriously. I do fear for
Maranda, that evil daedric prince, she said he would not be able to watch
television intill his mission is complete!
Anyway, like I said, I will try and make my way to Blacklight, see what Faryon
is up to. The mages guilds are closed down due to the war, so its to
Cheydinhal, then to Windhelm, where I should be able to cross the border to
Blacklight. I do hope the border battes being fought around there are not that
bad [6]
Summary: Shaka, an Argonian battlemage, lent his grounds for the wedding and reception. He has discussed the civil war and Goranthir's transformation with Loranna, Nalion, and Anya but is also trying to give the married couple and the guests an evening away from troubles.[7]
Slashes-With-Claws enjoys the wedding party, trying the many foods and drinks available and conversing with the assorted guests. [8]
Previously on
"Playing Houses"
While Marein moped around at the party and Shai went off to do her own thing,
trouble was brewing east of Ald Raathim. Dilave Othren of the Ald Raathim Guard
tracked Diamond's kidnapper to a small underground hollow in the forest, only
to find that the girl wasn't there - she had been moved already.
Meanwhile, in Moonguard, the vampires said that they had plans for Diamond -
and they needed to keep her a while longer. [9]
Summary: Trason, who
had just left the wedding, is doing his usual walk around town. He felt...
Angry. He saw people running about and having fun, and children pretending to
be gladiators of the arena.
"Fools..." Trason muttered under his breath.
He had never felt like this before, but he had gotten used to it and... He
enjoyed it. [10]
Sumarry: Dynate is at the temple. [11]
Slashes-With-Claws' thoughts kept going back to the fabricants that he had heard about. It he was going to have to defend against them he would have to talk to someone with first hand information. He went looking for Nalion. [12]
[13] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 27 2005, 02:03 PM)
[14] Slashes-With-Claws' thoughts kept going back to the fabricants that he had heard about. It he was going to have to defend against them he would have to talk to someone with first hand information. He went looking for Nalion.
[16]
Slashes-with-Claws would find the mage at the buffet, helping himself to
another sweetroll. Taking a bite from the delicious dessert, he turned, a bit
of frosting still clinging to a corner of his mouth. Nalion wiped it away, then
greeted the Argonian.
"You are looking for me?", the Breton asked. [17]
[18] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 27 2005, 03:06 PM)
[19] Slashes-with-Claws would find the mage at
the buffet, helping himself to another sweetroll. Taking a bite from the
delicious dessert, he turned, a bit of frosting still clinging to a corner of
his mouth. Nalion wiped it away, then greeted the Argonian.
"You are looking for me?", the Breton asked.
[21]
"Greetigns to you. Yes I am. As you may know, defense of this city is one
of my duties. I need information on Ald Sotha." He did not mention the
fabricants incase someone was listening. "We should probably go somewhere
more private." [22]
[23] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 27 2005, 02:10 PM)
[24] "Greetigns to you. Yes I am. As you may know, defense of this city is one of my duties. I need information on Ald Sotha." He did not mention the fabricants incase someone was listening. "We should probably go somewhere more private."
[26]
The mage mustered the Argonian. He had heard that Dragon had assigned people to
defend the city.
"Very well commander, let's go somewhere quiet.", Nalion asnwered.
The mage led the Argonian to a place farther away of the main festivities,
close to the pond. Nalion leaned on a nearby tree and folded his hands across
the chest, thinking.
"Ald Sotha. What have you heard about it already?", the Breton asked.
[27]
[28] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 27 2005, 03:20 PM)
[29] The mage mustered the Argonian. He had heard
that Dragon had assigned people to defend the city.
"Very well commander, let's go somewhere quiet.", Nalion asnwered.
The mage led the Argonian to a place farther away of the main festivities,
close to the pond. Nalion leaned on a nearby tree and folded his hands across
the chest, thinking.
"Ald Sotha. What have you heard about it already?", the Breton asked.
[31]
Slashes followed Nalion, no emotion showed on his face, his expression was
completely serious. "Not much. Only that the enemy have fabricants, lots
of them. I have also heard that they have some very large ones. I am interested
in your observations of the fabricants. Theyir size, apparent capabilities,
numbers, anything. I know you may not know much, but any information is better
than none at all." [32]
Summary
Kratos is still at the Dunmer stronghold of Telasero, the reports he had been
receiving from his spies are troubling him greatly. There was an army of
machines in enemy hands, the very same machines that were created by Sotha Sil.
Ivelaes remains in Molag Mar, commanding the fortress until his father can
return. He has also been aware of the metal army for some time. He instructs
the building and upgrading of Molag Mar's defenses daily.
Astien Dalomax is attending the wedding of Kethiah and Isidor. [33]
[34] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 27 2005, 02:24 PM)
[35] Slashes followed Nalion, "Not much. Only that the enemy have fabricants, lots of them. I have also heard that they have some very large ones. I am interested in your observations of the fabricants. Theyir size, apparent capabilities, numbers, anything. I know you may not know much, but any information is better than none at all."
[37]
Nalion nodded.
"There's more out there than just Fabricants. Imagine metal crabs as big
as a house - walking siege engines. And there are many of them. It's a whole
army."
The mage produced a parchment and ink and quill form a pouch at his side that
he always carried with him. He scribbles some notes and drawings on them.
"The Fabricants you probably have heard of already. The crabs are...
different. I'm not good in drawing. But that should give you an
impression.", Nalion explained as he handed over the parchment. [38]
[39] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 27 2005, 03:58 PM)
[40] Nalion nodded.
"There's more out there than just Fabricants. Imagine metal crabs as big
as a house - walking siege engines. And there are many of them. It's a whole
army."
The mage produced a parchment and ink and quill form a pouch at his side that
he always carried with him. He scribbles some notes and drawings on them.
"The Fabricants you probably have heard of already. The crabs are...
different. I'm not good in drawing. But that should give you an
impression.", Nalion explained as he handed over the parchment.
[42]
Slashes grimmaced at Nalion's description, and then again at the picture. How
could he fight something like that? He thought. "This is most disturbing.
I have fought in a siege before, but not against metal machines. At least the
catapults and rams could be burned, or the people working them could be killed.
I do not know how we can fight these things." Slashes was not desparing,
simply stating a matter of fact. "If you have any ideas, I would greatly
appreciate them, for I fear we will need them one day." [43]
[44] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Dec 27 2005, 03:06 PM)
[45] Slashes grimmaced at Nalion's description, and then again at the picture. How could he fight something like that? He thought. "This is most disturbing. I have fought in a siege before, but not against metal machines. At least the catapults and rams could be burned, or the people working them could be killed. I do not know how we can fight these things." Slashes was not desparing, simply stating a matter of fact. "If you have any ideas, I would greatly appreciate them, for I fear we will need them one day."
[47]
"I don't know what would be the best way to destroy those.. things. I don'
know if they are piloted or can walk by themselves. Hopefully, our own siege
engines can damage them. Maybe burning pitch projectiles, trenches to hinder
their movement, whatever. I'm no soldier. I'm thinking about poison traps, if
we only would know if they carried soldiers..." [48]
[49] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 27 2005, 04:12 PM)
[50] "I don't know what would be the best way to destroy those.. things. I don' know if they are piloted or can walk by themselves. Hopefully, our own siege engines can damage them. Maybe burning pitch projectiles, trenches to hinder their movement, whatever. I'm no soldier. I'm thinking about poison traps, if we only would know if they carried soldiers..."
[52]
"Thank you for the information. Trenches do look to be a good start. I
should have construction begun on some tomarrow. I wish we had some Redorans to
ask." He shook Nalion's hand and left to rejoin the party. [53]
VVardenfell
Morning After the Escape
Word of the hated Geht and his cohorts' escape had reached Almalexia before the
night turned into day, and she came to Ald Sotha immediately, appearing out of
thin air. Her severe, smouldering gaze inspired fear and worship in the
soldiers who stood at attention to greet her, and in the commander who had the
dubious honor of telling the goddess just what had happened, how a monsterous
snake thing had killed many guards, at the command of Geht, who then escaped
with his cohorts on the back of a dragon.
"The enemy knows of our plans; we will be
stepping up our timetable," Almalexia had decreed to the shaking
commander. "Mobolize all your forces; we move
on the infidels' bases here on VVardenfell by tomorrow morning at the latest,
and we attack the mainland in two days' time. Do not fail me, commander."
And the commander bowed and said "By Your will, so it shall be done,"
and began shouting orders at his men, as the goddess vanished into thin air.
A thin vapour wafted trough the northern section of Ald Sotha, were guards ran
back and forth over the scene of the earlier battle, yet someow they remained
unwilling to explore much further into the unused portions of the city. They
did not notice the vapour, which was perhaps fortunate for them - but one
person did notice it. A snake-woman, her belly and tail distended seemingly to
the point of bursting, hiding in a room with a set of ordinator armor and a
nice bed and smiling as she watched whatever was inside her belly struggle to
try and free itself - or themselves. Her smile melted into a worried expression
upon seeing the vapour seeping into her room, her eyes filled with resentment
and longing.
"Mater ..." Dayla whispered.
"Meet me outside Ald-Ruhn - in your birth form,"
came the voice from the vapour, and Dayla winced as though struck. "Leave at daybreak - and leave your toys behind."
===
The sun beat down mercilessly upon the ashen wastes outside of Ald-Ruhn. For
the native Ashlanders and Redoran, it was merely annoyingly hot; for the
non-natives, especially the non-Dunmer, it was hot enough to pin people down in
what shade they could find.
It was a ridiculous day for a vampire to be out; even if they through potion or
spell or magic ring overcame the constant, searing damage wrought by Magnus's
rays, the pain and discomfort of the blazing sun would incapicate all but the
strongest and most willful vampire. Yet Dayla was out, trudging across the
badlands, her merrish feet dragging and her face set in a perpetual grimace of
pain.
She was in pain, she was still reeling from the disaster that was the previous
night, she had been made to resume her merris form and relinquish the three
soldiers she had claimed to assuage her hunger and distress - and she bore her
pain and lonliness and humiliation with a bowed head, holding back bloody
tears. For this was what her mater had told her to do.
Hours after daybreak, Dayla found herself a mile outside Ald-Ruhn, by a hill
that only the cliffracers knew of. There, waiting for her, stood a single
figure - a Dunmer woman, an Ashlander by the looks of her, proud and
self-assured, wearing the traditional dress of the Magribash. The Ashlander
woman watched as Dayla trudged her way to the base of the hill and knelt before
her, her body still tensed in pain.
The Magribash waited for a few moments before speaking, toying with a talisman
around her neck that bore a heraldic crest, an insect shape, tough not one
Dayla saw often in these modern times. "What happened?" she finally
asked, her voice low, commanding, seductive yet domineering.
Dayla shivered. "Mater ... Geht, he came; we fought ..." Dayla had
been carefully rehearsing her speech to her mater on what had actually
transpired, intending to keep any mention of Anya out of her report - but in
the presence of te mer who turned her so many years ago, she could not lie, and
so she found herself staring elplessly up at her mater, her words dying in her
throat.
"You tried to lie to me again." The Ashlander's face was beautiful,
like Dayla's, even when it turned to a frown. Dayla could only say meekly
" ... Forgive me, mater; after Mudgin and the others died, I ... I took
one of Geht's would-be rescuers to turn."
The Ashlander's eyes widened sligtly, her nostrils flaring. Dayla wished the
sun would fry her to a crisp here and now, but Magnus's rays could not kill her
while she bore the bracelets on her wrists, only make her wish they could.
"What happened?" te Ashlander woman said again.
" ... I was taking my filia to feed; I found a Khajiit slave, but he
resisted my command and threw fire. Then the guards and Geht and his companions
arrived and all was pandemonium." Dayla couldn't old er tears back at this
point. "They took my filia ..."
"You were not to have a filia," the Magribash said darkly. "But
that is of secondary importance now. Geht has escaped, the enemy knows of our
plans - but it will do them no good. We will crush them within the next week;
Vivec, Ald Raathim, Mournhold - all will fall to us, and to Seht's
fabricants."
"Mater - something about Geht is not right," Dayla said, daring to
look her mater in the eyes. "He commanded a dragon; he radiates a dark
power that feels both familiar yet alien. He -"
"Enough," the Magribash said.
"But mater ..." Dayla insisted, and she regretted it immediately,
seeing her mater's counterance twist into a look of anger.
"What have I told you about talking back to me?" The Ashlander spoke
only in a soft voice now, but Dayla's head sank, and she embraced the
Ashlander's feet.
"I'm sorry," Dayla cried, holding the Ashlander tight. "Please
... please don't ..."
"You are banished from my presence until Maser and Secunda are both waxing
full in the night sky," the Ashlander woman said, her voice laced with
magicka. "Find me Geht however, and you shall be rewarded."
Dayla shivered, and this time the pain she felt did not come from the touc of
the sun's rays on her skin. "Yes, mater ..." [54]
Summary for P'Rassha
The nine foot tall storytelling Cathay-raht Khajiiti was helping Nalion with
the buffet. They were not too much to eat all the food made for the wedding.
P'Rassha enjoyed itself after another of its epic tale, after which he gave the
newly weds what seems to be one of Vaermina's hair. [55]
Summary: Anya is at Isidor and Kethiah's wedding, doing her best to not eat, drink, but still be merry. [56]
Blacklight
'And thats what the mirror said' finished the councillor
'Now thats just censored, you know my troops are unable to march for at least a
week, and now they want us to mobalize in a day?' one commander said, quite
unhappy
'Lord Sotha Sil will supply the troops, you will find them when you return to
your bases'
'Crazy' the commander replied, as a slave brought in a serving tray full of
fine drinks
'Then if thats the case,' Faryon replied, 'I must return to Kragenmoor to ready
the troops.'
'No, Faryon, we need your unique skills here' the councillor said, an evil
looking smile across his face
'doing what?'
The councillor told the assembled group about the upcomming plan
'We cant organize it in that amount of time!' Faryon protested, 'When I took
Kragenmoor, I had been with my army for over six months. I just cant get an
army together and take a city in a surprise attack!'
'Unfortunatly you will have to. The men have been sent out, and you will be the
Vanguard. Another will take care of the ultimate attack'
'And who is he?'
The councillor said the name of the commander in charge of the main army
'I have not heard much about him, are you sure its wise to let him command our
army?'
'He knows the plan, plus he is a Redorian Councillor of high reguard'
A concerned look came across Faryons face, as a slave lead him to the captian
of his vanguard force [57]
[58] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 27 2005, 02:55 PM)
[59] Summary
Kratos is still at the Dunmer stronghold of Telasero, the reports he had been
receiving from his spies are troubling him greatly. There was an army of
machines in enemy hands, the very same machines that were created by Sotha Sil.
[61]
Summary
Mr. Winston was in the battle room with Kratos and his other officers. Awaiting
for his word on the situation.
Dane has been on and off on his own. Same 'ol, same 'ol [62]
[63] QUOTE(niceguy5 @ Dec 27 2005, 07:01 PM)
[64] Summary
Mr. Winston was in the battle room with Kratos and his other officers. Awaiting
for his word on the situation.
Dane has been on and off on his own. Same 'ol, same 'ol
[66]
Kratos eyed his soldiers in the room while pacing around the table laden with maps
and drawn-out strategies. He was obviously in deep thought about the current
situation that the Muatramer if not all of Morrowind was in.
The army of Fabricants would no doubt be heavy in numbers, numbers that Kratos
just didn't have to match. They would hit, and they would hit hard; Kratos
would need a miracle to pull off victory against the sheer might of an army
consisting of man and machine.
"Let's see, what can stop an army of machines?" He thought out loud,
half expecting an answer and half not. [67]
[68] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Dec 27 2005, 09:11 PM)
[69] Kratos eyed his soldiers in the room while
pacing around the table laden with maps and drawn-out strategies. He was
obviously in deep thought about the current situation that the Muatramer if not
all of Morrowind was in.
The army of Fabricants would no doubt be heavy in numbers, numbers that Kratos
just didn't have to match. They would hit, and they would hit hard; Kratos
would need a miracle to pull off victory against the sheer might of an army
consisting of man and machine.
"Let's see, what can stop an army of machines?" He thought out loud,
half expecting an answer and half not.
[71]
“Fire.” A lieutenant had said “W-we can use fire against those machines, it’d
work, wouldn’t it?”
“Of course it would.” Commander Winston justified and nodded to Kratos "We
would need to strategize a clever plan though.”
[72]
[73] QUOTE(niceguy5 @ Dec 27 2005, 07:41 PM)
[74] “Fire.” A lieutenant had said “W-we can use
fire against those machines, it’d work, wouldn’t it?”
“Of course it would.” Commander Winston justified and nodded to Kratos "We
would need to strategize a clever plan though.”
[76]
The Grandmaster folded his arms and closed his eyes for a second. "Many
things could work, we're going to work this out and find something that we can
use against these mechanical beasts." He stated, looking over the table of
his Telasero commanders.
"I need to return to Molag Mar now and figure this out, time is not on our
side. If these things are going to attack, we don't have time to sit around and
wait. Commander Winston, you are in charge of Telasero once more. Blessed are
we who serve Almsivi." Said Kratos.
He gathered his personal guard and made a very quick march back to Molag Mar.
There, he began planning with his remaining citadel commanders every possible
weapon that could be implemented to their advantage. [77]
OOC SUMMARY:
Vaan is in the Ald Raathim Temple, not in the best of moods. [78]
Shaka walked over to
one of the rain chains near his yurt and inspected it idly. It was a beautiful
summer night for the wedding and reception though, and it wouldn't be needed to
channel the rainwater.
It looked as if Reeds had something on his mind, so Shaka waited. [79]
[80] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 28 2005, 06:59 PM)
[81] Shaka walked over to one of the rain chains
near his yurt and inspected it idly. It was a beautiful summer night for
the wedding and reception though, and wouldn't be needed to channel the
rainwater.
It looked as if Reeds had something on his mind, so Shaka waited.
[83]
Reeds had found Shaka, and he restarted the conversation. "Lovely
house." Well that was stupid... "Er, tent." Reeds
amended. Well that was even worse... "Yurt... thing." Dammit,
Reeds thought, Why can't I ever say what I mean to?
"Sorry."
[84]
[85] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 28 2005, 09:03 PM)
[86] Reeds had found Shaka, and he restarted the conversation. "Lovely house." Well that was stupid... "Er, tent." Reeds amended. Well that was even worse... "Yurt... thing." Dammit, Reeds thought, Why can't I ever say what I mean to? "Sorry."
[88]
"No problem. I've been thinking lately that I should have built a cabin
here, with a front porch so I can look out over the bay. . . . Maybe after the
war. The yurt hasn't been bad, but I should settle down more permanently."
[89]
[90] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 28 2005, 07:06 PM)
[91] "No problem. I've been thinking lately that I should have built a cabin here, with a front porch so I can look out over the bay. . . . Maybe after the war. The yurt hasn't been bad, but I should settle down more permanently."
[93]
"If you need an extra set of hands..." Reeds trailed off, looking out
to the bay. Odd to think that just on the other side of that body of water was
an army the likes of which hadn't been seen since the Dwemer, or even not at
all. "We're all going to die, aren't we?" [94]
[95] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 28 2005, 09:11 PM)
[96] "If you need an extra set of hands..." Reeds trailed off, looking out to the bay. Odd to think that just on the other side of that body of water was an army the likes of which hadn't been seen since the Dwemer, or even not at all. "We're all going to die, aren't we?"
[98]
Shaka almost laughed, taken by surprise. "No defeatism, Reeds. And I
thought I was a pessimist . . . ."
"No, we have good leaders in Loranna and her staff, plus the veteran
adventurers that Loranna gathered over the years. You and I are latecomers by
comparison, but we'll do our part."
Shaka grew thoughtful. "If I hadn't looked down from that tower and seen
the army preparing, I wouldn't have believed the size of the threat facing us.
But Ald Raathim is more fortified than it was as a small market town, and they
managed to defeat the Azurites back then. We can live up to their
example."[99]
[100] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 28 2005, 07:16 PM)
[101] Shaka almost laughed,
taken by surprise. "No defeatism, Reeds. And I thought I was a
pessimist . . . ."
"No, we have good leaders in Loranna and her staff, plus the veteran adventurers
that Loranna gathered over the years. You and I are latecomers by
comparison, but we'll do our part."
Shaka grew thoughtful. "If I hadn't looked down from that tower and
seen the army preparing, I wouldn't have believed the size of the threat facing
us. But Ald Raathim is more fortified than it was as a small market town,
and they managed to defeat the Azurites back then. We can live up to
their example."
[103]
"You know," Reeds said, consoled a bit by Shaka's bravery. Or
stupidity, depending on which side you looked at it. "This reminds me of a
poem I once read, The Last Legion. Heard of it?" [104]
[105] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 28 2005, 09:24 PM)
[106] "You know," Reeds said, consoled a bit by Shaka's bravery. Or stupidity, depending on which side you looked at it. "This reminds me of a poem I once read, The Last Legion. Heard of it?"
[108]
"No, tell me about it."[109]
[110] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 28 2005, 07:26 PM)
[111] "No, tell me about it."
[113]
"It's a poem written about a great Imperial battle. The five legions in
the battle were being summarily destroyed, and they fell back into a
stronghold. They were bombarded for a week while in there, until the last of
the three legions, barely half of what it was at the beginning, throw open the
doors and charge the enemy head-on, even though they were outnumbered five to
one." [114]
[115] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 28 2005, 09:34 PM)
[116] "It's a poem written about a great Imperial battle. The five legions in the battle were being summarily destroyed, and they fell back into a stronghold. They were bombarded for a week while in there, until the last of the three legions, barely half of what it was at the beginning, throw open the doors and charge the enemy head-on, even though they were outnumbered five to one."
[118]
"I see. . . . Did they surprise their foes?"[119]
[120] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 28 2005, 07:36 PM)
[121] "I see. . . . Did they surprise their foes?"
[123]
"Definately," Reeds continued, "They ended up cutting a swath
halfway through the enemy lines before..." Reeds remembered the end of the
poem, "before they were surrounded. All 300 died." [124]
[125] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Dec 28 2005, 10:03 PM)
[126] "Definately," Reeds continued, "They ended up cutting a swath halfway through the enemy lines before..." Reeds remembered the end of the poem, "before they were surrounded. All 300 died."
[128]
"Not sure what to say to that. . . . Ald Raathim has been lucky so far;
the real fighting has been elsewhere. And maybe the main battle will be for
Mournhold or somewhere like that. But we'll have to prepare Ald Raathim in any
event. We couldn't be sheltered by our natural boundaries forever."
"Reeds, all I can say is don't give up hope. You pulled your weight when
we freed the slaves in Narsis, and we and all able-bodied citizens will have to
do that again."
Shaka realized, though, that he had had a full life in many ways. It was awful
to think about the young who now were in jeopardy.
"Come on, let's go back to the wedding reception. Things will be different
in the light of day." [129]
Pie? [130]
Dynate got back to the
barracks from the temple.
Everyone seemed to be running around, doing something productive.
Dynate saw a fellow recruit scurrying down the hall carrying a small crate.
Taking a step back, watched him fall forward slightly cracking the wood.
"What are you doing?" asked Dynate
The recruit looked up in a worried look
"What do you think! Higher state of allert, didnt you hear about that? We
gotta pick up the pace on our workload"
Dyn helped him up.
"WHAT? When did this happen?"
The recruit laughed
"You must be the recruit working a second job. I dont even know how you
manage that."
He watched the recruit, pick it up and move on.
Isidor was gettin hitched today, it wasnt fair to the barracks to not work as
hard as the average recruit.
Time to take some time off bartending.
"Suppose I better go talk to Isidor about some time off, I suppose skimmin
by the wedding right quik to ask for some time off to train couldnt be too
rude."
Dynate headed tword the wedding grounds by way of the lights, worrying the
entire time if he was gonna make an ass of himself by coming.
He walked over to talk to someone not touchin any drinks. [131]
[132] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 30 2005, 08:09 PM)
[133] Dynate headed tword
the wedding grounds, worrying the entire time if he was gonna make an ass of
himself by coming.
He walked over to talk to someone not touchin any drinks.
[135]
Anya licked her lips. She was starting to get a little twitchy, watching the
people at the wedding. "Oh I hope this'll go away eventually, I don't
think I could handle cities if this is just a taste of what's to come."
she mumbled to herself.
Noticing a slightly neurotic man coming towards her, she cocked her head trying
to see if she could place his face, wondering what he needed.[136]
"How ya
doin?" asked Dynate.
his approach was odd coming up to a complete stranger, even more so sober. [137]
[138] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 30 2005, 09:12 PM)
[139] "How ya
doin?" asked Dynate.
his approach was odd coming up to a complete stranger, even more so sober.
[141]
"Hungry." She said, a slight growl to her voice. She didn't like
complete strangers trying to be nice, too many of those tried to kill her,
"And wondering the same about you."[142]
"Oh just trying
to find Isidor" replied Dynate, with a little intimidation in his voice
from the sudden growl.
"I saw you wherent drinking so i figured you'd be a good person to ask. So
how long have u been off the bottle? I tried that, but didnt get past my fourth
month." [143]
[144] QUOTE(Dynate @ Dec 30 2005, 09:26 PM)
[145] "Oh just trying
to find Isidor" replied Dynate, with a little intimidation in his voice from
the sudden growl.
"I saw you wherent drinking so i figured you'd be a good person to ask. So
how long have u been off the bottle? I tried that, but didnt get past my fourth
month."
[147]
Anya narrowed her eyes slightly, but tried to relax and put on a smile.
"I'd need a good reason to show you to Isidor."
"As a matter of fact, I have been 'off the bottle'. It's been a rather
stressful two days, and I highly doubt your four months stack up. Isidor is
enjoying his wedding. So I'd reccomend that the only thing you do is offer your
congratulations. Now, unless you have any more personal business to pry into, I
suggest you wander off that way, I don't know where Isidor is." Anya laced
her voice with magic on the last sentence.[148]
"Damb two days, I
understand why your mad man, the first week is the hardest." said Dynate
un-aware that Anya could still drink....
him
"I just wanted to congradulate and quikly ask for some time off work, I
understand it's his wedding and he shouldnt be bothered. But were at a high
allert right now, and I need more training time, I have no idea if he's goin on
a hunnymoon or what the deal is, so I didnt know when the next time I could
talk to him would be. But trust me I can simpithise with you. It's hard to give
up the alchohaul, but you cant let it take ahold of your life" [149]
Loranna, her staff in
one hand and a glass of wine in the other, floats up behind Dynate, the look in
her eye suggesting she's heard a fair bit of the conversation.
"I believe you can safely assume," she says, her voice soothing,
"that Isidor will understand, given the circumstances. I'll talk to him
personally if need be, serjo ..."
"Anya dear, do you mind if I kidnap you for a little girl talk?" she
asks, still smiling.[150]
[151] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 30 2005, 10:01 PM)
[152] Loranna, her staff in
one hand and a glass of wine in the other, floats up behind Dynate, the look in
her eye suggesting she's heard a fair bit of the conversation.
"I believe you can safely assume," she says, her voice soothing,
"that Isidor will understand, given the circumstances. I'll talk to
him personally if need be, serjo ..."
"Anya dear, do you mind if I kidnap you for a little girl talk?" she
asks, still smiling.
[154]
Anya, who was gathering up more magic and about to 'suggest' a few more lethal
ideas, sighed in relief. She mouthed to Loranna, "Thank you." Anya
walked next to Loranna, "What is it?"[155]
[156] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 12:04 AM)
[157] Anya, who was gathering up more magic and about to 'suggest' a few more lethal ideas, sighed in relief. She mouthed to Loranna, "Thank you." Anya walked next to Loranna, "What is it?"
[159]
"I just wanted to ask your opinion on some ideas for Shaka's pond and
garden I had a moment ago ..." Loranna says as they walk away from Dynate,
chatting on amicably about maybe bringing in a couple new breeds of fish and
flowers to add contrast to Shaka's place.
When she's sure they're out of everyone's earshot, she asks quietly "How
you holding up, other than that little moment?"[160]
[161] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 30 2005, 10:14 PM)
[162] "I just wanted to
ask your opinion on some ideas for Shaka's pond and garden I had a moment ago
..." Loranna says as they walk away from Dynate, chatting on amicably
about maybe bringing in a couple new breeds of fish and flowers to add contrast
to Shaka's place.
When she's sure they're out of everyone's earshot, she asks quietly "How
you holding up, other than that little moment?"
[164]
"Thanks, I was about to offer a few less than healthy ideas to... whoever
that was. I holding up as well as can be, though. Just getting used to a new
stock of temptations." Anya said. She had slipped on her robe, deciding to
keep that on the rest of the night.[165]
[166] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 12:14 AM)
[167] "I just wanted to
ask your opinion on some ideas for Shaka's pond and garden I had a moment ago
..." Loranna says as they walk away from Dynate, chatting on amicably
about maybe bringing in a couple new breeds of fish and flowers to add contrast
to Shaka's place.
When she's sure they're out of everyone's earshot, she asks quietly "How you
holding up, other than that little moment?"
[169]
Dynate watched them walk off, "Hmm she seemed nice."
He than headed over poured himself a drink, now when he said something stupid
he'd have an excuse to fall back on.
He than saw some mage dancing pretty well to the music.
Thats what threw Dynate off, the music was different here than from his
homeland. He normally listened to a native redgaurd music. Which consisted of
heavy bass sound from drums, while the singers notes where sang at a odd tone
and sybal compounds structured themselfs in a irregular manor.
But he soon forgot about the music when he saw a friend of his. [170]
[171] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 12:22 AM)
[172] "Thanks, I was about to offer a few less than healthy ideas to... whoever that was. I holding up as well as can be, though. Just getting used to a new stock of temptations." Anya said. She had slipped on her robe, deciding to keep that on the rest of the night.
[174]
"I think he's one of Isidor's newer staff - an apparently in the army as
well," Loranna says, shrugging. "Wish there was more I could do for
you right now about the temptations ..."
She offers Anya a reassuring smile. "Least for me and my own temptations,
it got easier to deal with, with time ..." Though, she silently adds, they
never actually went away.[175]
[176] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 30 2005, 10:28 PM)
[177] "I think he's one
of Isidor's newer staff - an apparently in the army as well," Loranna
says, shrugging. "Wish there was more I could do for you right now
about the temptations ..."
She offers Anya a reassuring smile. "Least for me and my own
temptations, it got easier to deal with, with time ..." Though, she
silently adds, they never actually went away.
[179]
"Isidor hires the oddes people." Anya returned the smile, "Like
Reichi showed me, it just takes time. I doubt that I'll like the time it takes
though."[180]
[181] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 12:35 AM)
[182] "Isidor hires the oddes people." Anya returned the smile, "Like Reichi showed me, it just takes time. I doubt that I'll like the time it takes though."
[184]
"Ald Raathim attracts interesting people of all types," Loranna says,
chuckling a bit. "One of the 'perks' of being aroun so many heroic types,
I imagine."
"Time, willpower, a little help from your friends if need be," she
says. "And I don't imagine you'll like it much at all. It's hard to hold
back something that seems to be your nature; you wind up asking why you're
denying yourself and feeling miserable ..."
"Bah; you already know this," Loranna mutters. "Everyone faces
temptation; it's not something you alone will feel, dear. That's not what makes
someone a monster; don't forget that. Sometimes ... sometimes it feels like
having those temptations alone makes you a monster, but it's not true."
Loranna wipes her eye a bit, and lets out a long breath.[185]
[186] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 30 2005, 10:44 PM)
[187] "Ald Raathim
attracts interesting people of all types," Loranna says, chuckling a
bit. "One of the 'perks' of being aroun so many heroic types, I
imagine."
"Time, willpower, a little help from your friends if need be," she
says. "And I don't imagine you'll like it much at all. It's
hard to hold back something that seems to be your nature; you wind up asking
why you're denying yourself and feeling miserable ..."
"Bah; you already know this," Loranna mutters. "Everyone
faces temptation; it's not something you alone will feel, dear. That's
not what makes someone a monster; don't forget that. Sometimes ...
sometimes it feels like having those temptations alone makes you a monster, but
it's not true."
Loranna wipes her eye a bit, and lets out a long breath.
[189]
Anya chuckled, "You know this all too well, don't you?"
Anya shook her head, "I know I'm not a monster. But I feel like one,
people would see me as one if they knew. This... this is both such a rush and
so disheartening at the same time. I wonder if this is why so many of us are
the way they are."
Anya sighed and took a seat, "I suppose I'll be able t deal with it in
time. It's not like I'm not without it's perks." she said with a
half-smile. [190]
[191] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 01:05 AM)
[192] Anya chuckled,
"You know this all too well, don't you?"
Anya shook her head, "I know I'm not a monster. But I feel like one,
people would see me as one if they knew. This... this is both such a rush and
so disheartening at the same time. I wonder if this is why so many of us are
the way they are."
Anya sighed and took a seat, "I suppose I'll be able t deal with it in
time. It's not like I'm not without it's perks." she said with a
half-smile.
[194]
Loranna smiles ruefully. "There are things about myself I didn't
conscioulsy realize, until we saw one another's true selves. Not going into
details ... yeah, I have some idea what it feels like."
She puts her hand on Anya's shoulder. "I have to wonder how many of your
people even get to the point of wondering about any of this. Back during the
Dawn, some of the ones I healed struck me as having never gotten beyond the
rush of being strong and fast an having new powers to play with. But you've got
a good point; I suspect sometimes that was the idea behind the curse."
"I have confidence in you, dear. You crossed the Spheres, you helped your
sister find peace; you can do this." Loranna looks like she's about to say
more, but she stops, and looks at her hand. " ... That's driving you nuts,
isn't it?" she asks sorrowfully, slowly letting her hand move away.
[195]
[196] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 30 2005, 11:18 PM)
[197] Loranna smiles
ruefully. "There are things about myself I didn't conscioulsy
realize, until we saw one another's true selves. Not going into details
... yeah, I have some idea what it feels like."
She puts her hand on Anya's shoulder. "I have to wonder how many of
your people even get to the point of wondering about any of this. Back
during the Dawn, some of the ones I healed struck me as having never gotten
beyond the rush of being strong and fast an having new powers to play
with. But you've got a good point; I suspect sometimes that was the idea
behind the curse."
"I have confidence in you, dear. You crossed the Spheres, you helped
your sister find peace; you can do this." Loranna looks like she's
about to say more, but she stops, and looks at her hand. " ...
That's driving you nuts, isn't it?" she asks sorrowfully, slowly letting
her hand move away.
[199]
Anya laughed again, "Thanks for reminding me. If I hadn't met you, I'd
probably be passed out in a bar in Morrowind right now."
Anya once again shook her head at Loranna. She grabbed Loranna's hands,
"No, what's annoying me is the urge to latch onto your neck. Youm what your
doing is nice. It's good to feel the support, to know you understand. Thank
you. I might just make it through this yet."
[200]
[201] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 01:39 AM)
[202] Anya laughed again,
"Thanks for reminding me. If I hadn't met you, I'd probably be passed out
in a bar in Morrowind right now."
Anya once again shook her head at Loranna. She grabbed Loranna's hands,
"No, what's annoying me is the urge to latch onto your neck. Youm what
your doing is nice. It's good to feel the support, to know you understand.
Thank you. I might just make it through this yet."
[204]
Loranna smiles, and squeezes Anya's hands. "You're welcome, and you
will," she says, reassuringly.
"And if you latch onto my neck I'm hitting you with my Improved Lover's
Kiss spell," she promises, a twinkle coming into her eye. "Nothing
personal of course dear. It'll be awkward explaining it to Shaka later
though." [205]
[206] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 30 2005, 11:52 PM)
[207] Loranna smiles, and
squeezes Anya's hands. "You're welcome, and you will," she
says, reassuringly.
"And if you latch onto my neck I'm hitting you with my Improved Lover's
Kiss spell," she promises, a twinkle coming into her eye.
"Nothing personal of course dear. It'll be awkward explaining it to
Shaka later though."
[209]
Anya giggled, "You know you'd like it! Not that'd I'd want to make Slyvos
jealous. Though Shaka would probably like it." She gave Loranna a playful
shove. Anya winked to let Loranna know she was playing around, "I wouldn't
mind a Kiss from you, at any rate." [210]
[211] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 02:05 AM)
[212] Anya giggled, "You know you'd like it! Not that'd I'd want to make Slyvos jealous. Though Shaka would probably like it." She gave Loranna a playful shove. Anya winked to let Loranna know she was playing around, "I wouldn't mind a Kiss from you, at any rate."
[214]
Loranna raises an eyebrow. "Careful dear; I bite too," she says,
giggling a bit herself. "But since you asked ..." She leans forward
and kisses Anya on the cheek.[215]
[216] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 12:09 AM)
[217] Loranna raises an eyebrow. "Careful dear; I bite too," she says, giggling a bit herself. "But since you asked ..." She leans forward and kisses Anya on the cheek.
[219]
Anya's eyes went wide in suprise, and she touched her cheek. She got a
mischievous gleam in her eyes, and quickly but lightly reached for Loranna. She
kissed Loranna's neck, holding for a minute, before she sat down. Anya winked
at Loranna, and put on a lopsided smile. "It was only fair. And don't
worry, I don't have a taste for you. Yet."[220]
[221] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 02:30 AM)
[222] Anya's eyes went wide in suprise, and she touched her cheek. She got a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and quickly but lightly reached for Loranna. She kissed Loranna's neck, holding for a minute, before she sat down. Anya winked at Loranna, and put on a lopsided smile. "It was only fair. And don't worry, I don't have a taste for you. Yet."
[224]
Loranna's eyes widen, and she envelops Anya's shoulders with her arms, her
fingers lightly tracing the scar on Anya's shoulder ...
"Anya, I think we've already developed a taste for each other," she
says, still shivering a little from the memory of Anya's lips on her neck.
"We're being naughtly little girls right now, that we are."
She touches her own neck and smiles. "Not that naughtiness itself is wrong
..." she murmurs as she looks at Anya with a searching gaze.[225]
[226] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 12:36 AM)
[227] Loranna's eyes widen,
and she envelops Anya's shoulders with her arms, her fingers lightly tracing
the scar on Anya's shoulder ...
"Anya, I think we've already developed a taste for each other," she
says, still shivering a little from the memory of Anya's lips on her
neck. "We're being naughtly little girls right now, that we
are."
She touches her own neck and smiles. "Not that naughtiness itself is
wrong ..." she murmurs as she looks at Anya with a searching gaze.
[229]
Anya returned Loranna's gaze for a little while, before she buried her face in
Loranna. Despite never having to sleep, she felt overwhelmingly exhausted. She
smiled in spite of herself though.
"I spent so long along. Don't get me wrong, my uncle was a great man, but
he was just a teacher. I haven't even been here a full year, but you and
Shaka... Thank you. I couldn't do this thing alone."[230]
[231] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 02:51 AM)
[232] Anya returned
Loranna's gaze for a little while, before she buried her face in Loranna.
Despite never having to sleep, she felt overwhelmingly exhausted. She smiled in
spite of herself though.
"I spent so long along. Don't get me wrong, my uncle was a great man, but
he was just a teacher. I haven't even been here a full year, but you and
Shaka... Thank you. I couldn't do this thing alone."
[234]
Loranna slowly wraps her arms around Anya, her embrace more protective than
inviting, her expression showing confusion as she tries to sort out her
emotions.
"You're welcome dear," she says, briefly remembering the first time
Anya realized who she was, and angrily denounced her ... Anya might feel a
slight wetness on her shoulders, and the shiver that runs through Loranna's
body.
Dibella, what am I thinking? she asks. What am I feeling now? What am
I doing to this poor woman... please, Beauty that I cherish as I cherish my own
heart... help me figure out what I'm doing ...[235]
[236] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 01:03 AM)
[237] Loranna slowly wraps
her arms around Anya, her embrace more protective than inviting, her expression
showing confusion as she tries to sort out her emotions.
"You're welcome dear," she says, briefly remembering the first time
Anya realized who she was, and angrily denounced her ... Anya might feel a
slight wetness on her shoulders, and the shiver that runs through Loranna's
body.
Dibella, what am I thinking? she asks. What am I feeling
now? What am I doing to this poor woman... please, Beauty that I cherish
as I cherish my own heart... help me figure out what I'm doing ...
[239]
Anya was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to not make much more than a
passing notice at Loranna's change in demeanor.
She felt very tired, a knot forming between her shoulders. The weight of what
she had said bore done on herself. Alone for so long... She was taught
all the tricks needed to keep alive, and it didn't matter. Anya just didn't
want to do that anymore, not even with the fate she had been handed.
She leaned on Loranna, seeking support. Her face was impassive as her mind
whirled. It was just too much.[240]
[241] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 02:27 AM)
[242] Anya was too wrapped
up in her own thoughts to not make much more than a passing notice at Loranna's
change in demeanor.
She felt very tired, a knot forming between her shoulders. The weight of what
she had said bore done on herself. Alone for so long... She was taught
all the tricks needed to keep alive, and it didn't matter. Anya just didn't
want to do that anymore, not even with the fate she had been handed.
She leaned on Loranna, seeking support. Her face was impassive as her mind
whirled. It was just too much.
[244]
Nalion was just returning back to the celebration from his talk to
Slashes-With-Claws as he noticed Loranna and Anya embracing and leaning onto
each other, With a furrowed brow and a suspicious thought in his mind, he
walked over to the two women.
"Anya? Loranna?", he asked. "Is there anything?" [245]
[246] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 03:27 AM)
[247] Anya was too wrapped
up in her own thoughts to not make much more than a passing notice at Loranna's
change in demeanor.
She felt very tired, a knot forming between her shoulders. The weight of what
she had said bore done on herself. Alone for so long... She was taught
all the tricks needed to keep alive, and it didn't matter. Anya just didn't
want to do that anymore, not even with the fate she had been handed.
She leaned on Loranna, seeking support. Her face was impassive as her mind
whirled. It was just too much.
[249]
Loranna's face composes somewhat, as she senses Anya's mood; burgeoning
maternal instincts come to the fore and she rocks Anya very gently, humming
softly. Her intuition told her Anya could use what comfort she could offer
rifght now.
[250]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 03:32 AM)
[251] Nalion was just
returning back to the celebration from his talk to Slashes-With-Claws as he
noticed Loranna and Anya embracing and leaning onto each other, With a furrowed
brow and a suspicious thought in his mind, he walked over to the two women.
"Anya? Loranna?", he asked. "Is there anything?"
[253]
Loranna looks over at Nalion, her tearstreaks still glistening with wetness.
"Nalion ..."
Half a dozen things leapt to the tip of her tongue, but she was still confused
enough to not know which one to say first.[254]
Anya looked up at the
sound of Nalion. "Um, just some emotions getting the better of me..."
Anya wiped her eyes, looking at her hands, "Oh blast it, I need to
remember not to cry, I stained your dress red Loranna..." [255]
[256] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:37 AM)
[257] Loranna looks over at
Nalion, her tearstreaks still glistening with wetness. "Nalion
..."
Half a dozen things leapt to the tip of her tongue, but she was still confused
enough to not know which one to say first.
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 02:41 AM)
[261] Anya looked up at the
sound of Nalion. "Um, just some emotions getting the better of me..."
Anya wiped her eyes, looking at her hands, "Oh blast it, I need to
remember not to cry, I stained your dress red Loranna..."
[263]
"I see.", Nalion said simply, looking into Loranna's, then Anya's
eyes. He put his hands reassuringly on both of the women's shoulders, squeezing
them lightly, but could not help taking an inquisitive glance at Loranna's
neck.
"I know it's a hard time. Be careful, please.", the mage said.
"Know your weaknesses and make of them strengths. And for you, Anya, as I
told you before, please hold on to what you are." [264]
[265] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 03:49 AM)
[266] "I see.",
Nalion said simply, looking into Loranna's, then Anya's eyes. He put his hands
reassuringly on both of the women's shoulders, squeezing them lightly, but
could not help taking an inquisitive glance at Loranna's neck.
"I know it's a hard time. Be careful, please.", the mage said.
"Know your weaknesses and make of them strengths. And for you, Anya, as I
told you before, please hold on to what you are."
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 03:41 AM)
[270] Anya looked up at the
sound of Nalion. "Um, just some emotions getting the better of me..."
Anya wiped her eyes, looking at her hands, "Oh blast it, I need to
remember not to cry, I stained your dress red Loranna..."
[272]
Loranna was crying openly now, her tears staining her cheeks and falling onto
her dress. She takes out a hankerchief and dries her eyes, then looks to Nalion
and Anya. Her eyes wide, an still moist, she dabs Anya's face clean of the
bloody tears with the hankerchief, then wipes her own chest.
"It's all right dear," she says, smiling beautifically. " ... I
think maybe I should listen to my own advice... I'm sorry for adding to your
confusion, hun." [273]
[274] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 01:49 AM)
[275] "I see.",
Nalion said simply, looking into Loranna's, then Anya's eyes. He put his hands
reassuringly on both of the women's shoulders, squeezing them lightly, but
could not help taking an inquisitive glance at Loranna's neck.
"I know it's a hard time. Be careful, please.", the mage said.
"Know your weaknesses and make of them strengths. And for you, Anya, as I
told you before, please hold on to what you are."
[277]
"I know, Nalion. And I will. It was just so... overwhelming. I just felt
so exhausted and tired of trying to stand strong."[278]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 01:55 AM)
[279] Loranna was crying
openly now, her tears staining her cheeks and falling onto her dress. She
takes out a hankerchief and dries her eyes, then looks to Nalion and
Anya. Her eyes wide, an still moist, she dabs Anya's face clean of the
bloody tears with the hankerchief, then wipes her own chest.
"It's all right dear," she says, smiling beautifically. "
... I think maybe I should listen to my own advice... I'm sorry for adding to
your confusion, hun."
[281]
"Aheh," Anya gave a quick laugh, "Don't we make quite the
pair?"[282]
[283] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:55 AM)
[284] Loranna was crying
openly now, her tears staining her cheeks and falling onto her dress. She
takes out a hankerchief and dries her eyes, then looks to Nalion and
Anya. Her eyes wide, an still moist, she dabs Anya's face clean of the
bloody tears with the hankerchief, then wipes her own chest.
"It's all right dear," she says, smiling beautifically. "
... I think maybe I should listen to my own advice... I'm sorry for adding to
your confusion, hun."
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 03:02 AM)
[288] "I know, Nalion.
And I will. It was just so... overwhelming. I just felt so exhausted and tired
of trying to stand strong."
"Aheh," Anya gave a quick laugh, "Don't we make quite the
pair?"
[290]
Nalion winked and gave both women a smile. "It's good to have a shoulder
to lean on. We're all not alone in this."
He curiously looked at Loranna wiping Anya's red tears away and gazed at
Loranna's own silver tearstreaks.
"It seems you both have more in common than one might suspect." [291]
[292] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 04:02 AM)
[293] "I know, Nalion.
And I will. It was just so... overwhelming. I just felt so exhausted and tired
of trying to stand strong."
"Aheh," Anya gave a quick laugh, "Don't we make quite the
pair?"
[295]
"Perhaps we do," Loranna says with a smile. "That might be bad
for the rest ofthe world, who knows?"[296]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 04:10 AM)
[297] Nalion winked and gave
both women a smile. "It's good to have a shoulder to lean on. We're all
not alone in this."
He curiously looked at Loranna wiping Anya's red tears away and gazed at
Loranna's own silver tearstreaks.
"It seems you both have more in common than one might suspect."
[299]
Loranna looks over at Nalion and begins laughing hard enough she has to let go
of Anya and hold her sides for a moment ...
"Nalion dear ... oh Nine you have no idea how right you are ..." she
says, smiling and shaking her head. "I'm scaring myself, again." [300]
[301] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 02:10 AM)
[302] Nalion winked and gave
both women a smile. "It's good to have a shoulder to lean on. We're all
not alone in this."
He curiously looked at Loranna wiping Anya's red tears away and gazed at
Loranna's own silver tearstreaks.
"It seems you both have more in common than one might suspect."
[304]
"If only I had someone there to tell me that nine years ago. It might have
saved me a lot of grief and pointless searching." Anya said. She leaned
back onto Loranna, still looking for someone to ward her, mumbling, "Too
many years have piled up and my gift or curse, however it's seen, was just too
much.[305]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:14 AM)
[306] "Perhaps we
do," Loranna says with a smile. "Tha tmight be bad for the rest
ofthe world, who knows?"
Loranna looks over at Nalion and begins laughing hard enough she has to let go
of Anya and hold her sides for a moment ...
"Nalion dear ... oh Nine you have no idea how right you are ..." she
says, smiling and shaking her head. "I'm scaring myself,
again."
[308]
Anya shook her head, half smiling and giggling a little bit, "Don't say
that, I'm looking to you for support. You're supposed to keep it quite and make
it all sound like it turns out perfect." [309]
[310] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 03:14 AM)
[311] "Perhaps we
do," Loranna says with a smile. "That might be bad for the rest
ofthe world, who knows?"
Loranna looks over at Nalion and begins laughing hard enough she has to let go
of Anya and hold her sides for a moment ...
"Nalion dear ... oh Nine you have no idea how right you are ..." she
says, smiling and shaking her head. "I'm scaring myself,
again."
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 03:20 AM)
[315] "If only I had someone
there to tell me that nine years ago. It might have saved me a lot of grief and
pointless searching." Anya said. She leaned back onto Loranna, still
looking for someone to ward her, mumbling, "Too many years have piled up
and my gift or curse, however it's seen, was just too much.
Anya shook her head, half smiling and giggling a little bit, "Don't say
that, I'm looking to you for support. You're supposed to keep it quite and make
it all sound like it turns out perfect."
[317]
"I see what I see and I think about it. I'm just a boring and dusty mage
with his nose more in books than in life, but that doesn't mean I don't realize
the obvious.", Nalion grinned and winked at his friends.
"By rights, your tears should terrify, Anya, but they are still beautiful.
Contradiction? Yes, for sure. Perhaps that's what's fascinating, too. And
Loranna, I know of your tears, and I know of your ties to beauty." [318]
[319] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 04:31 AM)
[320] "I see what I see
and I think about it. I'm just a boring and dusty mage with his nose more in
books than in life, but that doesn't mean I don't realize the obvious.",
Nalion grinned and winked at his friends.
"By rights, your tears should terrify, Anya, but they are still beautiful.
Contradiction? Yes, for sure. Perhaps that's what's fascinating, too. And
Loranna, I know of your tears, and I know of your ties to beauty."
[322]
"And you know some of my ... other leanings too, if you've seen my
preferred spells," Loranna says, drying her eyes and looking own at her
dress. "Nalion, you're the ultimate dusty mage - and if anyone ever dares
call you boring I'll ring their bell." She laughs a bit, winking.[323]
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 04:20 AM)
[324] "If only I had
someone there to tell me that nine years ago. It might have saved me a lot of
grief and pointless searching." Anya said. She leaned back onto Loranna,
still looking for someone to ward her, mumbling, "Too many years have
piled up and my gift or curse, however it's seen, was just too much.
Anya shook her head, half smiling and giggling a little bit, "Don't say
that, I'm looking to you for support. You're supposed to keep it quite and make
it all sound like it turns out perfect."
[326]
"It hurts when it all finally comes out but you'll feel better for it
soon," Loranna tells Anya confidentally, hugging her. "And we will
make this work out somehow Anya - after all, we crossed the Spheres, did we
not? We'll make this work out." [327]
[328] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 03:36 AM)
[329] "And you know some of my ... other leanings too, if you've seen my preferred spells," Loranna says, drying her eyes and looking own at her dress. "Nalion, you're the ultimate dusty mage - and if anyone ever dares call you boring I'll ring their bell." She laughs a bit, winking.
[331]
"I just called myself boring. So what do you do now?", the
brown-haired Breton laughed, his matching eyes twinkling.
"So, you two are feeling better?" [332]
[333] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 02:31 AM)
[334] "I see what I see
and I think about it. I'm just a boring and dusty mage with his nose more in
books than in life, but that doesn't mean I don't realize the obvious.",
Nalion grinned and winked at his friends.
"By rights, your tears should terrify, Anya, but they are still beautiful.
Contradiction? Yes, for sure. Perhaps that's what's fascinating, too. And
Loranna, I know of your tears, and I know of your ties to beauty."
[338] "I just called
myself boring. So what do you do now?", the brown-haired Breton laughed,
his matching eyes twinkling.
"So, you two are feeling better?"
[340]
"I cry the blood of others," Anya said, smiling at Nalion, "And
you call it beautiful. Well, you've been right about all else so far. You are
far from boring, my friend. Yes, I'm doing better. Thank you both. I guess I
just needed to vent. What I do from now on though, I think, will be a dark
place." [341]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:36 AM)
[342] "It hurts when it all finally comes out but you'll feel better for it soon," Loranna tells Anya confidentally, hugging her. "And we will make this work out somehow Anya - after all, we crossed the Spheres, did we not? We'll make this work out."
[344]
"Don't remind me that I was the one that shot the arrow that fixed life as
we know it. I can barely handle fixing myself." Anya said sarcastically.
She leaned into the hug, wanting to feel close, "It's ackward feeling so
cold."[345]
[346] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 04:40 AM)
[347] "I just called
myself boring. So what do you do now?", the brown-haired Breton laughed,
his matching eyes twinkling.
"So, you two are feeling better?"
[349]
"You're lucky my hands are occupied, dear," Loranna tells Nalion.
"Next time. And ... I'm feeling better, I think. Thank you."[350]
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 04:47 AM)
[351] "I cry the blood
of others," Anya said, smiling at Nalion, "And you call it beautiful.
Well, you've been right about all else so far. You are far from boring, my
friend. Yes, I'm doing better. Thank you both. I guess I just needed to vent.
What I do from now on though, I think, will be a dark place."
"Don't remind me that I was the one that shot the arrow that fixed life as
we know it. I can barely handle fixing myself." Anya said sarcastically.
She leaned into the hug, wanting to feel close, "It's ackward feeling so
cold."
[353]
"You feel cool, but not unpleasantly so," Loranna assures Anya,
maintaining the hug. "Course, I love the snow and the cold ..."
"Relax dear; you've already done more in these past two nights than some
do in centuries," she tells Anya. "Nothing wrong with a little
venting; Dibella knows I've vented enough myself."
[354]
[355] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 03:47 AM)
[356] "I cry the blood
of others," Anya said, smiling at Nalion, "And you call it beautiful.
Well, you've been right about all else so far. You are far from boring, my
friend. Yes, I'm doing better. Thank you both. I guess I just needed to vent.
What I do from now on though, I think, will be a dark place."
"Don't remind me that I was the one that shot the arrow that fixed life as
we know it. I can barely handle fixing myself." Anya said sarcastically.
She leaned into the hug, wanting to feel close, "It's ackward feeling so
cold."
[358]
"Alone that you weep these tears freely should perhaps give hope,
Anya.", Nalion said quietly. "Then all is at least as well as it can
be now. I will leave you two to yourselves then."
Nalion looked thoughtfully at Anya as she mentioned feeling cold, raised his
eyebrow, then smiled, though he said no word.
"Weren't there more sweetrolls...?", he muttered as he turned away,
scratching his head. [359]
[360] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:54 AM)
[361] "You're lucky my
hands are occupied, dear," Loranna tells Nalion. "Next
time. And ... I'm feeling better, I think. Thank you."
"You feel cool, but not unpleasantly so," Loranna assures Anya,
maintaining the hug. "Course, I love the snow and the cold ..."
"Relax dear; you've already done more in these past two nights than some
do in centuries," she tells Anya. "Nothing wrong with a little
venting; Dibella knows I've vented enough myself."
[363]
Anya smiled, "Like I said, quite the pair we make." She stayed in the
embrace, soaking in as much warmth as possible.[364]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 02:59 AM)
[365] "Alone that you
weep these tears freely should perhaps give hope, Anya.", Nalion said
quietly. "Then all is at least as well as it can be now. I will leave you
two to yourselves then."
Nalion looked thoughtfully at Anya as she mentioned feeling cold, raised his
eyebrow, then smiled, though he said no word.
"Weren't there more sweetrolls...?", he muttered as he turned away,
scratching his head.
[367]
Anya watched him walk away, glad to have some sensiblity to latch onto.
"Wonder why he calls himself some dusty mage."
She stayed with Loranna as long as she could. [368]
[369] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 05:12 AM)
[370] Anya smiled,
"Like I said, quite the pair we make." She stayed in the embrace,
soaking in as much warmth as possible.
Anya watched him walk away, glad to have some sensiblity to latch onto.
"Wonder why he calls himself some dusty mage."
She stayed with Loranna as long as she could.
[372]
"Julianos is a dusty god!" Loranna says, doing a middling impression
of Nalion's voice. She smiles.
She knew what she felt; she simply didn't know if it was best to follow her
feelings in this instance. This is what happened when she didn't resist the
temptation to kiss a pretty face...
Loranna, don't worry about it now, she tells herself. There's already
more than enough to worry about. Take things one at a time. [373]
Shaka walked over to
Loranna and Anya. "I'm going to tell Isidor that Kethiah and he can stay
in the yurt tonight; they shouldn't have to walk back to town. The staff at the
Nymph and Noggin can keep it running while they have their honeymoon, though a
brief one."
He studied the two women. "The yurt's empty if you need to get away from
the crowd."
[374]
[375] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 31 2005, 01:07 PM)
[376] Shaka walked over to
Loranna and Anya. "I'm going to tell Isidor that Kethiah and he can
stay in the yurt tonight; they shouldn't have to walk back to town.
The staff at the Nymph and Noggin can keep it running while they have their
honeymoon, though a brief one."
He studied the two women. "The yurt's empty if you need to get away
from the crowd."
[378]
Anya stared at Shaka for a moment, before she got up and embraced him in a
fierce hug.
"I'm so sorry. I've been so aloof lately. Please, just hold me." [379]
[380] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 31 2005, 03:07 PM)
[381] Shaka walked over to
Loranna and Anya. "I'm going to tell Isidor that Kethiah and he can
stay in the yurt tonight; they shouldn't have to walk back to town.
The staff at the Nymph and Noggin can keep it running while they have their
honeymoon, though a brief one."
He studied the two women. "The yurt's empty if you need to get away
from the crowd."
[383]
Loranna's lips twist into an embarrassed smile, as she lets Anya go to embrace
Shaka. "That was thoughtful of you Shaka ..." she says, letting her
voice drift off when she saw that Shaka ha more immediate draws on his
attention.
Her smile becomes warmer, and she steps back a pace, letting Shaka have his
time with Anya, wrapping her arms around herself and wishing that Slyvos were
here.[384]
Slyvos popped his head
in, from seemingly out of no where, obviously alittle out of it right now.
"oh now what have we here? I smell blood, and everyone ends up getting
drunk. Keep tripping over my damn tail, stupid drinks..."
He just chuckled, wondering what he stumbled into. "so, what's going
on?" [385]
[386] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:21 PM)
[387] Loranna's lips twist
into an embarrassed smile, as she lets Anya go to embrace Shaka.
"That was thoughtful of you Shaka ..." she says, letting her voice
drift off when she saw that Shaka ha more immediate draws on his attention.
Her smile becomes warmer, and she steps back a pace, letting Shaka have his
time with Anya, wrapping her arms around herself and wishing that Slyvos were
here.
[389]
Nalion returned to the small group with a couple of sweetrolls on a tray.
"I haven't seen you go for the sweetrolls today, Loranna.", Nalion
stated. "Anyone?" [390]
[391] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 03:24 PM)
[392] Slyvos popped his head
in, from seemingly out of no where, obviously alittle out of it right now.
"oh now what have we here? I smell blood, and everyone ends up getting
drunk. Keep tripping over my damn tail, stupid drinks..."
He just chuckled, wondering what he stumbled into. "so, what's going
on?"
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 03:26 PM)
[396] Nalion returned to the
small group with a couple of sweetrolls on a tray.
"I haven't seen you go for the sweetrolls today, Loranna.", Nalion
stated. "Anyone?"
[398]
Loranna takes Slyvos's hand and pulls him into an embrace, wanting very much to
be held right now. Nalion can see the look of worry in her eyes though before
she closes them and plants eager kisses on Slyvos's ear and neck.
After a long moment, Loranna takes a sweetroll from Nalion, murmuring
"Thank you dear," and looks at Slyvos, her eyes still worried.
"Sly, how many drinks have you had tonight?"[399]
[400] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Dec 31 2005, 03:17 PM)
[401] Anya stared at Shaka
for a moment, before she got up and embraced him in a fierce hug.
"I'm so sorry. I've been so aloof lately. Please, just hold me."
[403]
Shaka hugged her warmly. "It's all right, Anya. I'm the one who should
apologize, if anything."
Shaka looked up at Loranna for a second, trying to convey his gratitude for her
helping Anya. Lucky devil, he then thought when he saw Slyvos approach. Don't
ever take that woman for granted.
[404]
he just grinned, pulling Loranna closer and licking at her cheek. "oh, about 7 or 8, give or take a few... nothing too strong, can't seem to find the mead..." he sniffed around a bit, wondering why it smelt like blood here. "why's it smell like blood? hope anya didn't get to anyone..." [405]
[406] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 02:35 PM)
[407] he just grinned, pulling Loranna closer and licking at her cheek. "oh, about 7 or 8, give or take a few... nothing too strong, can't seem to find the mead..." he sniffed around a bit, wondering why it smelt like blood here. "why's it smell like blood? hope anya didn't get to anyone..."
[409]
"No, Anya did not 'get to anyone', Slyvos. Yet.", Nalion said
quietly, out of earshot of Anya and Shaka. "I admire how she holds up as
of now and this gives me hope, but I do not want to underestimate the need for
blood. She needed comforting, very true, but is embracing her the right thing
to do or is it seducing her? I'm worried." [410]
The glass nearly
cracked when Adabae Odimsa slammed his sujamma down on the table. He cursed
something in Dunmeri under his breath before taking another drink.
“All this romance is liable to make the Sharmat shudder – and he’s dead. You’d
think they were trying to get in their last bit of lovin’, what with the war.
We’re all gonna die, best to out with a bang! Bah, fetchers.”
Adabae Odimsa took another drink from his sujamma. The other patrons at the
Nymph and Noggin paid no notice.[411]
[412] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 01:26 PM)
[413] Nalion returned to the
small group with a couple of sweetrolls on a tray.
"I haven't seen you go for the sweetrolls today, Loranna.", Nalion
stated. "Anyone?"
[415]
Anya kept a hold of Shaka as she reached out to the tray, the hesitated, before
frowning and dropping here hand.[416]
QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 31 2005, 01:35 PM)
[417] Shaka hugged her
warmly. "It's all right, Anya. I'm the one who should
apologize, if anything."
Shaka looked up at Loranna for a second, trying to convey his gratitude for her
helping Anya. Lucky devil, he then thought when he saw Slyvos
approach. Don't ever take that woman for granted.
[419]
Anya smiled, and buried her head in his shoulder again, "Don't apologize,
you've been there for me."[420]
[421] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 03:35 PM)
[422] he just grinned, pulling Loranna closer and licking at her cheek. "oh, about 7 or 8, give or take a few... nothing too strong, can't seem to find the mead..." he sniffed around a bit, wondering why it smelt like blood here. "why's it smell like blood? hope anya didn't get to anyone..."
[424]
Loranna quietly mutters an incantation for curing poison and dispelling for
Slyvos, followed by a balm to relieve headaches. "Anya was crying
dear," she explains. "She stained my dress a little, but it's taken
care of now."
[425]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 03:42 PM)
[426] "No, Anya did not 'get to anyone', Slyvos. Yet.", Nalion said quietly, out of earshot of Anya and Shaka. "I admire how she holds up as of now and this gives me hope, but I do not want to underestimate the need for blood. She needed comforting, very true, but is embracing her the right thing to do or is it seducing her? I'm worried."
[428]
Slyvos can see Loranna looking out of sorts, as Nalion's words cause her to
close her eyes and tense up a bit.
"I know ..." she says quietly, her head drooping. "I ..."
She sighs, shaking her head.[429]
Slyvos shakes his head off a bit, feeling more sober now. "that did the trick; I have a feeling I missed something by only a matter of moments didn't I? because I have no idea what is going on at all for once... and I can understand why she was crying." [430]
[431] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 03:48 PM)
[432] Loranna quietly
mutters an incantation for curing poison and dispelling for Slyvos, followed by
a balm to relieve headaches. "Anya was crying dear," she
explains. "She stained my dress a little, but it's taken care of
now."
Slyvos can see Loranna looking out of sorts, as Nalion's words cause her to
close her eyes and tense up a bit.
"I know ..." she says quietly, her head drooping. "I
..." She sighs, shaking her head.
[434]
"Duchess, it's all right," said Shaka. "I'm just glad that
everyone got together tonight, before the . . . future that's heading for us.
Kind of a family."[435]
[436] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:48 PM)
[437] Loranna quietly
mutters an incantation for curing poison and dispelling for Slyvos, followed by
a balm to relieve headaches. "Anya was crying dear," she
explains. "She stained my dress a little, but it's taken care of
now."
Slyvos can see Loranna looking out of sorts, as Nalion's words cause her to close
her eyes and tense up a bit.
"I know ..." she says quietly, her head drooping. "I
..." She sighs, shaking her head.
[439]
"Sorry to be the party buster, but there are things that should be
considered concerning Anya, Loranna.", Nalion said. "I know this
sounds harsh, unfair, unkind - and contradictory to what I have said and
donejust a moment before. You are more than just friends, but we still have to
take Anya being a vampire into account."[440]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 02:56 PM)
[441] Slyvos shakes his head off a bit, feeling more sober now. "that did the trick; I have a feeling I missed something by only a matter of moments didn't I? because I have no idea what is going on at all for once... and I can understand why she was crying."
[443]
"Anya needed some kind words, Slyvos.", the mage explained shortly.
"And some encouragement." [444]
[445] QUOTE(Nalion @ Dec 31 2005, 04:10 PM)
[446] "Sorry to be the
party buster, but there are things that should be considered concerning
Anya, Loranna.", Nalion said. "I know this sounds harsh, unfair,
unkind - and contradictory to what I have said and donejust a moment
before. You are more than just friends, but we still have to take Anya being a
vampire into account."
"Anya needed some kind words, Slyvos.", the mage explained shortly.
"And some encouragement."
[448]
Loranna frowns at Nalion, a deep, disquieting frown that vanishes from her face
after a couple of seconds, to be replaced by a look of quiet determination.
"Shaka, Anya, later on I'd like to discuss a few things with you,"
she says, glancing at Nalion as she speaks and squeezing Slyvos. "Right
now though ... I think we should finalize what we're going to do come the
morning. We've no idea how much time we have to play with."[449]
Slyvos sighed, closeing his eyes, speaking softly "I'd say I can sympathize with Anya, but well, whatever I used to be was by choice, she didn't really have much of a choice with this problem... just have to help her along I guess..." He didn't take his arms away from Loranna. "we have alot to worry about... and little time to do much about it." [450]
[451] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 04:25 PM)
[452] Slyvos sighed, closeing his eyes, speaking softly "I'd say I can sympathize with Anya, but well, whatever I used to be was by choice, she didn't really have much of a choice with this problem... just have to help her along I guess..." He didn't take his arms away from Loranna. "we have alot to worry about... and little time to do much about it."
[454]
Shaka stood with an arm around Anya's waist as he spoke to the others.
"Slyvos, I'd like to talk to you someday about what it was like to be an
immortal lich. Why did you choose it, and so on. My battle with Manavrio got me
thinking about it, trying to understand how he thought."
"Loranna, I imagine your troops have been digging trenches and continuing
to fortify Ald Raathim over the past year. We'll probably need every
able-bodied citizen to help defend the city, including the slaves we freed of
course. . . . So you think we're a prime target, and not just Mournhold?"[455]
[456] QUOTE(Loranna @ Dec 31 2005, 02:19 PM)
[457] "Shaka, Anya, later on I'd like to discuss a few things with you," she says, glancing at Nalion as she speaks and squeezing Slyvos. "Right now though ... I think we should finalize what we're going to do come the morning. We've no idea how much time we have to play with."
[459]
"Come the morning, I'm moving to a new place. Nalion told me about the
mines near here."[460]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 02:25 PM)
[461] Slyvos sighed, closeing his eyes, speaking softly "I'd say I can sympathize with Anya, but well, whatever I used to be was by choice, she didn't really have much of a choice with this problem... just have to help her along I guess..." He didn't take his arms away from Loranna. "we have alot to worry about... and little time to do much about it."
[463]
"Thanks, Slyvos, I think." Anya said, muttering the last part,
"Um... do you think you could enchant my armor for me sometime, with a
constant health restore? If I even want to think about going outside tomorrow,
I'll need to be able to stay alive." [464]
He glanced to Shaka, just giving alittle nod, avoiding that particular subject for now. He gave Anya alittle smile, obviously not minding the whole vampire thing too much. "sure, hope I can make one that can work fast enough to stop any sunburn." [465]
[466] QUOTE(syronj @ Dec 31 2005, 04:29 PM)
[467] Shaka stood with an
arm around Anya's waist as he spoke to the others.
"Slyvos, I'd like to talk to you someday about what it was like to be an
immortal lich. Why did you choose it, and so on. My battle with
Manavrio got me thinking about it, trying to understand how he thought."
"Loranna, I imagine your troops have been digging trenches and continuing
to fortify Ald Raathim over the past year. We'll probably need every able-bodied
citizen to help defend the city, including the slaves we freed of course.
. . . So you think we're a prime target, and not just
Mournhold?"
[469]
"I think we're at least at risk; we're a major port city," Loranna
says. "Pretty valuable to whichever side holds us. As for trenches ... we
haven't dug many, really, though I am thinking that they might help slow down
those crab bohemoths a bit. I'm curious how they plan to get them off
VVardenfell though ..."[470]
[471] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 02:38 PM)
[472] He glanced to Shaka, just giving alittle nod, avoiding that particular subject for now. He gave Anya alittle smile, obviously not minding the whole vampire thing too much. "sure, hope I can make one that can work fast enough to stop any sunburn."
[474]
Anya smiled and chuckled, "Oh, I think that sunburns are the least of my
worries. Well, thank you. I hope you don't mind if I drop off some items
tomorrow."[475]
"don't worry about it, when I'm through with that stuff, it'll be like you dont' even have to worry about the sun anymore." he chuckled alittle himself, before his face got more serious. "I'm more worried about the fabricants..." [476]
[477] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Dec 31 2005, 04:54 PM)
[478] "don't worry about it, when I'm through with that stuff, it'll be like you dont' even have to worry about the sun anymore." he chuckled alittle himself, before his face got more serious. "I'm more worried about the fabricants..."
[480]
"I wonder too how they will transport that army of machines. By ship? It
would be too slow, I would have thought, and you'd need a fleet of ships for
it." [481]
"I don't
know," Loranna admits. "Right now, everything we have is
speculation."
"Still ... I had another idea or two ..." And so they talked for some
time more, sharing any further thoughts they had, until there seemed to be no
more point in talking anymore.
By this point, it was growing late in the evening. Loranna looked to Slyvos and
smiled, squeezing his hand.
[482]
ooc: Isidor, Tyradil,
and Tilitalia are enjoying themselves at the wedding.
Ingmar is at the Bloody Sandal, drinking.
Tsei is wandering around. [483]
Reeds hovered around the buffet, as many people of his type tend to do at large parties when they don't know what to do with themselves. Noticing Slashes-With-Claws near, he moved over to him. "Long night." [484]
[485] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 1 2006, 09:47 PM)
[486] Reeds hovered around the buffet, as many people of his type tend to do at large parties when they don't know what to do with themselves. Noticing Slashes-With-Claws near, he moved over to him. "Long night."
[488]
Slashes swollowed the muffin he was eating and turned towards Reeds. "yes
it is my friend. You should enjoy it while it lasts. We may not get another
night like this one for a while." [489]
[490] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 1 2006, 07:51 PM)
[491] Slashes swollowed the muffin he was eating and turned towards Reeds. "yes it is my friend. You should enjoy it while it lasts. We may not get another night like this one for a while."
[493]
"It isn't easy," Reeds replied, "knowing what's around the bend
for us." Glancing around quickly to make sure nobody was within earshot,
he asked, "What are your orders?" [494]
[495] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 1 2006, 09:53 PM)
[496] "It isn't easy," Reeds replied, "knowing what's around the bend for us." Glancing around quickly to make sure nobody was within earshot, he asked, "What are your orders?"
[498]
Slashes thought for a moment on this. Reeds was a civilian, not a soldier.
Reeds was also not a trained fighter. "Your duties will be to check all
our supplies, arrows and such." [499]
[500] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 1 2006, 07:58 PM)
[501] Slashes thought for a moment on this. Reeds was a civilian, not a soldier. Reeds was also not a trained fighter. "Your duties will be to check all our supplies, arrows and such."
[503]
"I can tell you that right now," said Reeds. He kept a current talley
of all the suplies he was in charge of at all times, "we don't have nearly
enough, and we aren't likely to be able to remedy that anytrime soon. Not for
what we're going to be facing anyway. But that isn't what I meant," He
continued, "Is there anything else that I can do? I know I'm more of a
liability in combat, but I can't just sit around helplessly while you...
Shaka..." He gestured around him, "my friends are all in
danger." [504]
[505] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 1 2006, 10:04 PM)
[506] "I can tell you that right now," said Reeds. He kept a current talley of all the suplies he was in charge of at all times, "we don't have nearly enough, and we aren't likely to be able to remedy that anytrime soon. Not for what we're going to be facing anyway. But that isn't what I meant," He continued, "Is there anything else that I can do? I know I'm more of a liability in combat, but I can't just sit around helplessly while you... Shaka..." He gestured around him, "my friends are all in danger."
[508]
"How is your healing training progressing? Maybe we could use you to
assist the healers should we be attacked. For now though, just your normal
duties." [509]
[510] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 1 2006, 08:12 PM)
[511] "How is your healing training progressing? Maybe we could use you to assist the healers should we be attacked. For now though, just your normal duties."
[513]
"Not far enough along that it would do any good, unless they decide to
attack us with books and papercut us to death." Reeds nibbled on a bit of
sweetbread before continuing, "And that's the problem, I'm not good enough
at anything of any importance to not be a burden. Now, if we had to research
them to death, then I'd be your man, but as it is... It seems I'll be doing
inventory." [514]
[515] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 1 2006, 10:15 PM)
[516] "Not far enough along that it would do any good, unless they decide to attack us with books and papercut us to death." Reeds nibbled on a bit of sweetbread before continuing, "And that's the problem, I'm not good enough at anything of any importance to not be a burden. Now, if we had to research them to death, then I'd be your man, but as it is... It seems I'll be doing inventory."
[518]
"We all help in the ways we can my friend. For now we should enjoy the
party." Slashes picked up yet another drink and enjoyed it. Surprisingly
he was not drunk, his natural immunity to poison included alchohol, he could
drink a nord under the table. [519]
[520] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 1 2006, 08:20 PM)
[521] "We all help in the ways we can my friend. For now we should enjoy the party." Slashes picked up yet another drink and enjoyed it. Surprisingly he was not drunk, his natural immunity to poison included alchohol, he could drink a nord under the table.
[523]
Reeds watched Slashes move off, and he wandered about some more before finding
himself near the garden sectioned off for dancing just as the band struck up a
rather bouncy tune. Reeds was inspired to dance. [524]
Nara Bek walked down
the road, her old bones where allert as they have always been.
Beyond the severely scarred flesh, and injured joints and bones, there still
stood a skilled soldier.
She made her way tword the city of Ald Rathim, to her the lovelyness the land
here possessed had diminished through seeing the horidness off multiple wars.
To her this city was just another post.
She respectibly was a champion of her last fort, and she had earned it, with
the dozens of men she had killed in her time of enlistment.
Walking into town, she headed into the mages guild, after entering the
establishment, too her she saw a handsome old man with a cane yelling at some
mage about the old days.
"Hellow" she said to him. In an aroussed voice [525]
Blacklight is a city
at war. It took me ages to find a vessel that would run the blockade and
smuggle me in, it seems the Biennie family of Arms Traders are now shipping
weapons to the Redorians. I wonder what Lyssia's sister would think of that.
Anyway, I arrived on the evening to and searched the city for Faryon. Although
I saw his Parrapton, Fluffy, he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps its a lost
cause. Anyway, now I am in Blacklight, I might as well find somthing to do.
Oh, I almost forgot, as I was in Windhelm, I came across Maranda. She too was
having the same problems getting across the border as myself. After a bit of
chatting, she decided to head down thru Riften and Tel Sigrid to return to Ald
Raatham. She did find that enchanted goats head they sent her out to get, quite
disgusting. I forgot to tell her about Drevious, though, I really should have,
but ce la vi, such is life.
Anyway I hear that a shipment of flin and other Imperial niceties (heading for
Ald Raatham none the less) was seized by the Redorian Navy, and that the cargo
is being sold to the locals. So I might head off, see if I can pick up a
bargain or two [526]
[527] QUOTE(Dynate @ Jan 2 2006, 01:16 AM)
[528] Nara Bek walked down
the road, her old bones where allert as they have always been.
Beyond the severely scarred flesh, and injured joints and bones, there still
stood a skilled soldier.
She made her way tword the city of Ald Rathim, to her the lovelyness the land
here possessed had diminished through seeing the horidness off multiple wars.
To her this city was just another post.
She respectibly was a champion of her last fort, and she had earned it, with
the dozens of men she had killed in her time of enlistment.
Walking into town, she headed into the mages guild, after entering the
establishment, too her she saw a handsome old man with a cane yelling at some
mage about the old days.
"Hellow" she said to him. In an aroussed voice
[530]
The old man turned slowly, as much as his decrepit limbs would allow him in his
ancient body.
It had been a particularily bad day for him, some stupid boy had spilt a potion
all down his legs, and some fool managed to singe his moustache while
practicing a fire spell with him, Honestly, in the good old days, this
sort of idiocy just did not happen, but it was all around these days...like a Plague,
and THIS, and this scarred old woman, she was the limit. Old man had no
particular desire to talk to anyone right now (save for the mage who he was
lecturing), and she had just Hallo'd him...oh dear.
Swinging his cane threateningly close, he said (in a voice that bubbled with
Venom):
"What?" [531]
[532] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 2 2006, 10:00 AM)
[533] The old man turned
slowly, as much as his decrepit limbs would allow him in his ancient body.
It had been a particularily bad day for him, some stupid boy had spilt a potion
all down his legs, and some fool managed to singe his moustache while
practicing a fire spell with him, Honestly, in the good old days, this
sort of idiocy just did not happen, but it was all around these days...like a Plague,
and THIS, and this scarred old woman, she was the limit. Old man had no
particular desire to talk to anyone right now (save for the mage who he was
lecturing), and she had just Hallo'd him...oh dear.
Swinging his cane threateningly close, he said (in a voice that bubbled with
Venom):
"What?"
[535]
Nara was surprised by the sudden swing, she was none the less infactuated by
the old mans features from his stature from a bad back, to the wrinkles that
swept across his face....sexy
"Does your handsomeself know where comander Slashes-with-claws would be? I
am Nara Bek, buckmouth legion champion, I was transferred here, and was
suppossed to a mark that was suppossed to be at this guild." [536]
[537] QUOTE(Dynate @ Jan 2 2006, 03:20 PM)
[538] Nara was surprised by
the sudden swing, she was none the less infactuated by the old mans features
from his stature from a bad back, to the wrinkles that swept across his
face....sexy
"Does your handsomeself know where comander Slashes-with-claws would be? I
am Nara Bek, buckmouth legion champion, I was transferred here, and was
suppossed to a mark that was suppossed to be at this guild."
[540]
The Old man gave the woman various looks, ranging from "what the heck are
you talking about?" to "I don't know who you mean", before
finally reverting back to his default "I'm the grumpiest man in the
world" look.
Finally, his old mind clicked.
"Oh! him! Being a commander, he is probably at the barracks, or at some
wedding, or something like that, I'm not psychic, how should I know, eh? I
don't track everyone's movements, do I? I'm no stalker! don't accuse me of
stalking, Lady!"
He paused for a little while, trying to remember his response to her strange
comments about his looks.
"Oh yeah! and don't you go around thinking you can soften me up with your
little comments. You can't charm me! Ever!"
he gave her a particularily sour look, and hobbled off elsewhere, thouroughly
dissapointed that he had not taken the chance to verbally thrash her any more. [541]
Gradually, the party
at Shaka's yurt broke up; in ones and twos, people headed off to their
respective places for the night. Whether to sleep or to plan, or to simply lie
awake contemplating the future, depended on the individual reveler.
Morning came all too quickly, the first rays of Magnus shining down implacably
on Ald Raathim. All over the city, people stirred; there was a lot of work to
be done, and no one had any idea how long they had to do it. [542]
[543] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 2 2006, 03:33 PM)
[544] The Old man gave the
woman various looks, ranging from "what the heck are you talking
about?" to "I don't know who you mean", before finally
reverting back to his default "I'm the grumpiest man in the world"
look.
Finally, his old mind clicked.
"Oh! him! Being a commander, he is probably at the barracks, or at some
wedding, or something like that, I'm not psychic, how should I know, eh?
I don't track everyone's movements, do I? I'm no stalker! don't accuse me of
stalking, Lady!"
He paused for a little while, trying to remember his response to her strange
comments about his looks.
"Oh yeah! and don't you go around thinking you can soften me up with your
little comments. You can't charm me! Ever!"
he gave her a particularily sour look, and hobbled off elsewhere, thouroughly
dissapointed that he had not taken the chance to verbally thrash her any more.
[546]
past her hard exterior, she was feeling quite hurt.
She had seen a troupe full of recruits disected slowly by scamps right in front
of her while she was tied up and been forced to hear the blood curdeling
screams, she had helped a alit givebirth to a child she than feasted on the
baby that very same night, there wherent many people on this island as stone
cold as this woman, but something about this man, softened her, created a need
to skip in a flower filled meadow, to hug everyone within reach, he was by far
the most charming, wonderful man she had ever laid eyes on.
"SIR! Please I did not mean to accuse, could you be so kind to show me the
way to this baracks? You seem such i kind soul, please could you spare just a
few moments of your kindhearted time to show a lost woman the way to her
location?" [547]
[548] QUOTE(Dynate @ Jan 2 2006, 03:42 PM)
[549] past her hard
exterior, she was feeling quite hurt.
She had seen a troupe full of recruits disected slowly by scamps right in front
of her while she was tied up and been forced to hear the blood curdeling
screams, she had helped a alit givebirth to a child she than feasted on the
baby that very same night, there wherent many people on this island as stone
cold as this woman, but something about this man, softened her, created a need
to skip in a flower filled meadow, to hug everyone within reach, he was by far
the most charming, wonderful man she had ever laid eyes on.
"SIR! Please I did not mean to accuse, could you be so kind to show me the
way to this baracks? You seem such i kind soul, please could you spare just a
few moments of your kindhearted time to show a lost woman the way to her
location?"
[551]
The Old man turned once again, a look of pure confusion mixed with disgust came
across him...his black (from age, not evil) heart had no place for this.
"Lady...is there something wrong with you? I am not kind-hearted, I am not
a kind soul....have you had a bang on the head or something?"
He thought for awhile, before coming to a different conclusion. "I know,
you were put up to it, weren't you? One of my customers wanted revenge and paid
you to be a crackpot to me, didn't they?"
He moved closer
"So who was it? huh?" He swung his cane around mercilessly, hitting
no-one, but scaring a few. "What little brat though they'd annoy me again,
huh?"
He walked around in circles ranting for a few seconds, before calming down a
little. "Alright, I'll take your sorry soul to the Barracks, if you never
talk t'me again! got it? Oh, and tell your taskmaster that he's an idiot for
me...[censored]' kids, and an old woman like you should know better!"
he ushered her out the door hastily and rudely, before leading her out the
door, and all the way, he lectured her about how this sort of thing would never
happen in the good old days. [552]
[553] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 2 2006, 04:15 PM)
[554] The Old man turned
once again, a look of pure confusion mixed with disgust came across him...his
black (from age, not evil) heart had no place for this.
"Lady...is there something wrong with you? I am not kind-hearted, I
am not a kind soul....have you had a bang on the head or something?"
He thought for awhile, before coming to a different conclusion. "I
know, you were put up to it, weren't you? One of my customers wanted
revenge and paid you to be a crackpot to me, didn't they?"
He moved closer
"So who was it? huh?" He swung his cane around mercilessly,
hitting no-one, but scaring a few. "What little brat though they'd annoy
me again, huh?"
He walked around in circles ranting for a few seconds, before calming down a
little. "Alright, I'll take your sorry soul to the Barracks, if you
never talk t'me again! got it? Oh, and tell your taskmaster that
he's an idiot for me...[censored]' kids, and an old woman like you should know
better!"
he ushered her out the door hastily and rudely, before leading her out the
door, and all the way, he lectured her about how this sort of thing would never
happen in the good old days.
[556]
"Goodbye...kind sir..." replied Nara
She watched a little tearey eyed as he crutched his way back to the mages guild
Nara grabbed for the knob of the barracks, at the same time Dyl did.
"Sorry mam" laughed Dyl, he began walking into the barracks
"Excuse me recruit." Nara stated
"Yeah?"
"Do you know the location of comander Slashes-with-claws?" Nara asked
"uh... he's coming back from the wedding two, he should be coming through
here sometime soon, just wait for him here." replied Dyl, a little tipsey
from partying.
"Thank you" she stated in a strict voice.
He than continued into the barracks for some drunken archery training.
Nara waited at the door... [557]
Slashes-With-Claws,
commander of the army of Ald Raathim made his way back to the barracks from the
wedding. He was tired, but had a few quick things to do before he could get to
sleep. As he walked through the barracks, still in the blue pants and shirt and
glass beeds glued to the scales on the back of his hand he wore to the party,
he came upon a dunmer woman in armor that he did not recognize.
"Excuse me, who are you?" She looked like a legion officer. [558]
[559] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 2 2006, 06:28 PM)
[560] Slashes-With-Claws,
commander of the army of Ald Raathim made his way back to the barracks from the
wedding. He was tired, but had a few quick things to do before he could
get to sleep. As he walked through the barracks, still in the blue pants
and shirt and glass beeds glued to the scales on the back of his hand he wore
to the party, he came upon a dunmer woman in armor that he did not recognize.
"Excuse me, who are you?" She looked like a legion officer.
[562]
Nara saw the lizardman walk in, she wasnt used to seeing Argonians.
She pulled out a piece of parchment and read it alloud.
"I am Nara Bek, former Champion of the Buckmouth legion Garrison... before
the lava and the war, I have been transferred here for the rumor an Imperial
Legion Scout has enlisted with your barracks. To report back that he is all set
here, and to provide any assistence to your Barracks you might need for the
ramiander of the month, whilst out here as a kind jesture of the Imperial
Legion to House Dres.
Is there anypart of the current report you did not understand?" [563]
[564] QUOTE(Dynate @ Jan 2 2006, 06:37 PM)
[565] Nara saw the lizardman
walk in, she wasnt used to seeing Argonians.
She pulled out a piece of parchment and read it alloud.
"I am Nara Bek, Champion of the Buckmouth legion Garrison, I have been
transferred here for the rumor an Imperial Legion Scout has enlisted with your
barracks. To report back that he is all set here, and to provide any assistence
to your Barracks you might need for the ramiander of the month, whilst out here
as a kind jesture of the Imperial Legion to House Dres.
Is there anypart of the current report you did not understand?"
[567]
Slashes cocked his head and loked at Nara with a slightly puzzled look, weather
she could tell it was puzzled was something else entirely. "I am
Slashes-With-Claws, commander of the armed forces of this city. What is your
interest in the scout?" He stifled a yawn and hoped taht Nara could not
smell the alchohol on his breath from the many drinks he had, he did not want
to make a bad first impression. [568]
[569] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 2 2006, 06:42 PM)
[570] Slashes cocked his head and loked at Nara with a slightly puzzled look, weather she could tell it was puzzled was something else entirely. "I am Slashes-With-Claws, commander of the armed forces of this city. What is your interest in the scout?" He stifled a yawn and hoped taht Nara could not smell the alchohol on his breath from the many drinks he had, he did not want to make a bad first impression.
[572]
"A legion soldier is ejected from there position, when enlisting into
another army, but in this war, we both are taking losses on the same side, so
we have made a... moderation to the rule in this case. On paper he is all set
to go, im just here to notify him of whats gone on, and to make sure he is well
suited here. It alone probably wont take more than two minuets, by you are
another story."
She saluted
"Ive come a distance in a short ammount of time for just that two minuets,
so I have been told to file under your command the remainder of my stay
here." [573]
[574] QUOTE(Dynate @ Jan 2 2006, 06:51 PM)
[575] "A legion soldier
is ejected from there position, when enlisting into another army, but in this
war, we both are taking losses on the same side, so we have made a...
moderation to the rule in this case. On paper he is all set to go, im just here
to notify him of whats gone on, and to make sure he is well suited here. It
alone probably wont take more than two minuets, by you are another story."
She saluted
"Ive come a distance in a short ammount of time for just that two minuets,
so I have been told to file under your command the remainder of my stay
here."
[577]
Slashes scratched his lower jaw with his claws, thinking. "As long as
everything is in order, that is what matters." He looked over Nara,
examining her build and equipment, seeing how fit she was. "Hmm, a
champion, I could use another lieutenant. What are your skills? Do you know any
magicka?" [578]
[579] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 2 2006, 07:03 PM)
[580] Slashes scratched his lower jaw with his claws, thinking. "As long as everything is in order, that is what matters." He looked over Nara, examining her build and equipment, seeing how fit she was. "Hmm, a champion, I could use another lieutenant. What are your skills? Do you know any magicka?"
[582]
"I am skilled with a long sword, sabre preferably. I have been given my
weapon by the emperor himself after a very rough battle, those who survived
where vigerously promoted due to it's importence."
She unsheathed and presented it to Slashes. It's intricate welding of the
silver shone in the light of the barracks.
"I know basic healing spells, but will undoubtubly defeat any soldier you
present in a dule." she said a little full of herself
"As you can see by my face, I have taken my share of blows, but if you saw
the bodycount that went with them, you would understand why the legion sent
me." [583]
OOC: Summary (yeah,
it's late, so what?)
Dar'Tessir ( male Khajiit) had enjoyed the party, or rather the food at the
party. He hadn't really socialized, talking to people he didn't know well and
large social occasions weren't really his fortes. He's currently walking aroung
town, thinking about what to buy with the 150 drakes he earned copying books. [584]
[585] QUOTE(Dynate @ Jan 2 2006, 07:14 PM)
[586] "I am skilled
with a long sword, sabre preferably. I have been given my weapon by the emperor
himself after a very rough battle, those who survived where vigerously promoted
due to it's importence."
She unsheathed and presented it to Slashes. It's intricate welding of the
silver shone in the light of the barracks.
"I know basic healing spells, but will undoubtubly defeat any soldier you
present in a dule." she said a little full of herself
"As you can see by my face, I have taken my share of blows, but if you saw
the bodycount that went with them, you would understand why the legion sent
me."
[588]
Slashes examined the sword, it was a decorative weapon, but the silver edge
would dull quickly. He gave Nara her duties, she would be one of his officers.
He explained which units she would be incharge of as well as information on the
other officers. Dyl would be one of the troops under her.
He then gave her her orders, "We are preparing for the possability of an
attack on this city. There is a large army massing on Vvardenfell, this city
would be a likely target. I want you to organize details to construct obsticles
on the likely approaches to the city. We don't know how much time we have, may
be weeks, may be days, may never happen. Trenches are one of the first things
that I want built, have the men work long shifts if need be, but I want
progress made on them as fast as possable. Is that clear?" [589]
[590] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 2 2006, 07:36 PM)
[591] Slashes examined the
sword, it was a decorative weapon, but the silver edge would dull
quickly. He gave Nara her duties, she would be one of his officers.
He explained which units she would be incharge of as well as information on the
other officers. Dyl would be one of the troops under her.
He then gave her her orders, "We are preparing for the possability of an
attack on this city. There is a large army massing on Vvardenfell, this
city would be a likely target. I want you to organize details to
construct obsticles on the likely approaches to the city. We don't know
how much time we have, may be weeks, may be days, may never happen. Trenches
are one of the first things that I want built, have the men work long shifts if
need be, but I want progress made on them as fast as possable. Is that
clear?"
[593]
"yes sir" Nara saluted
she turned and walked into the barracks.
Around that same time, Dynate came around the hall to the left, pulling a
balancing act off from the drinks peaking in his system.
"I heard all that sir, just to let you know, im taking time off work to
dedicate more time to the barracks. It's more important to me that we beat this
threat, than me spiralling deeper into a family age long drinking
problem." [594]
[595] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 2 2006, 01:38 PM)
[596] Gradually, the party
at Shaka's yurt broke up; in ones and twos, people headed off to their
respective places for the night. Whether to sleep or to plan, or to
simply lie awake contemplating the future, depended on the individual reveler.
Morning came all too quickly, the first rays of Magnus shining down implacably
on Ald Raathim. All over the city, people stirred; there was a lot of
work to be done, and no one had any idea how long they had to do it.
[598]
Reeds left the party quickly. He had been given his orders, and there was alot
to do.
The next morning he had a talk with Robin, the Cleck he'd hired about a week
ago for keeping the store in shape. Reeds gave her the keys and told her to
take care of the store until he got back. He headed over to the barracks to
begin his work about the same time Magnus was beginning his. [599]
[600] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 2 2006, 03:38 PM)
[601] Gradually, the party
at Shaka's yurt broke up; in ones and twos, people headed off to their
respective places for the night. Whether to sleep or to plan, or to
simply lie awake contemplating the future, depended on the individual reveler.
Morning came all too quickly, the first rays of Magnus shining down implacably
on Ald Raathim. All over the city, people stirred; there was a lot of
work to be done, and no one had any idea how long they had to do it.
[603]
Shaka helped to clean up after the wedding reception, content that the event
had come off well. Isidor and Kethiah were free to stay in the yurt for their
honeymoon; Shaka walked back to town after cleaning up, to give them their
privacy.
He caught a few hours' sleep in a Castle Daruhn guestroom before rising to see
how he could help fortify Ald Raathim. As a battlemage and an unofficial
auxiliary to the Muatramer defenders, he expected to help man the walls of the
town.
If Loranna's people survived the war, he reflected, they would probably look
back at the wedding as one of the last good celebrations of the old days,
before everything changed. Anya was probably resting in her new quarters in the
abandoned mines, after Nalion's suggestion. Shaka wondered whether she would be
able to protect herself from Magnus' rays well enough to fight during the day;
it was hard to imagine. At the least, Anya would be one of their fiercest
night-fighters, but Shaka knew that the Bosmer wanted to battle during the day
as well. . . .
I wonder what the Duchess wanted to discuss with us, he thought. Shaka would
wait until Loranna was less busy. She had to be swamped with preparations for
the possible battles ahead.[604]
Ald Sotha
The Previous Evening
The renovated seat of Sotha Sil's House had rung with the sounds of booted and
metal feet marching for the entire day. Soldiers had hurried about, preparing
themselves for the long marches ahead. Slaves and workers clambored over the
giant crab fabricants, preparing them for war, affixing small ballistae on the
shells of half of them. Soldiers and smaller fabricants marched into the crab
fabricants via metal planks set up.
Weapons were checked, sharpened, polished; bows were strung, arrows carefully
placed in quivers. Armor was strapped on, shields were affixed to the off arms,
banners proudly displaying the symbols of the Houses Redoran and Indoril and
the Tribunal were raised. Overhead, parraptons buzzed about, throwing darting
shadows onto the huge machines of war below.
By the time Mangus was setting, the gates of Ald Sotha were thrown open, and
rivers of yellow, bone and metal, flowed from the city, pouring outward,
heading toward their destination. The earth shook with each step of the giant
metal warcrabs, scuttling behind the masses of mer and lesser fabricants,
effortlessly keeping up with the marching soldiers. Parraptons streaked ahead,
to scout out the targets of the marching armies.
The ineroxerable forces of the Church of the True Tribunal marched to clense
the holy land of the infidel, and from there, to spill onto the mainland and
put the outlander to the sword.
===
Dalya had left a scant two hours before the armies marched out, three Argonians
following behind her. She was in Dunmer form and clad in netch armor, moving
quickly as the dying rays of the sun seared her skin for the second time in one
day. She clenched her teeth together and hurried, eager to get off of
VVardenfell before the holstilities began in earnest, eager to reach open
territory where she could relax in her favored shape and carry food in her
belly to assuage her pains. The cattle she had eaten earlier hadn't been quite
enough to soothe her protesting flesh and nothing could calmthe pouning heaache
she had from listening to Ald Sotha mobolize for war all day.
She reached Vivec by the time the sun was down, knowing the armies were hot on
her heels. Her mastery of charm and command magic ensured that she could make
the jump to the mainland, to her destination ...
"Ald Raathim, and you never saw us," she said in a clipped tone to
the Vivec guild guide, staring through her helm's goggles and forcing her will
onto the woman. And a moment later, she was making a similar command to the
guild guide in Ald Raathim, and she slipped out of the guild before - hopefully
- anyone stopped to notice her and her enterouge.
She stood for a long moment, staring at the notorious city that had grown from
nothing to become a continual thorn in her mater's side. It was wildly
differefnt than any other city she had seen in Morrowind, much more Imperial,
yet with unmistakable Dunmer influneces. The city itself smelled fresh and
vibrant to her nostrils and she was glad her helm hid her fangs.
"Find her, deliver the message," she commaned the Argonians, and with
dull stares they complied, while Dayla looked around, feeling an overpowering
urge to taste the lifeblood of this strong, lusty city ...
This might be her only chance, if her mater had her way. [605]
Anya stared at her new
room, well off from the city. All her possesions, which wasn't much as she
tended to live a spartan lifestyle, were here. She had the skirt Shaka gave
her, the spearhead from Kratos, along ith her supplies.
Anya growled a bit, she no longer had her armor. That was still in some chest
in Ald Sotha along with her bow, shortsword, arrows, and worst of all her Glass
Curaiss. Thankfully, none of her artifacts were there.
Anya sighed and pulled the hood of her black robe over her head. She strapped
her spear to her back, pausing to study the dwemer halberd head and making a
mental note to find Lotus soon, and gathered some healing potions. She'd need a
new set of Chitin armor and have it enchanted by Slyvos so she wouldn't need to
have these potions.
Anya paused at the edge of the doorway, staring at the light pouring in. This
would be her first time stepping out in sunlight like this, and she wasn't sure
what to expect. She sighed once more and took a step outside.
And immediately fell to her knees. Her eyes narrowed as she steadied herself,
slowly standing up. It wasn't quite so searing as it was that the pain just hit
her like a sack of mudbricks. Her skinned crawled, patterns of her previous
healthy tan and her pale flesh intermingly, as she struggled to concentrate.
Anya took off in a sprint towards Ald Raathim, glad to have the robe, to hide
herself behind the folds. The pain from the rays was enough to drive her to
distraction, and distraction wasn't something she could afford with her mask
requiring some level of concentration. She cursed silently as she entered the
city.
Not too much later, and after finishing off a few potions, Anya was at the
castle with a new suit of Chitin armor. She growled at a few passing servants
that had the unfortunate chance of getting to close to her, all too cranky from
from being outside, as she dropped of the armor, plus several types of clothes
including a cloak identical to the one she was wearing, for Slyvos. She left a
note asking if he could find a way to minimize the tall-tell shimmer.
Anya quickly found her way to the Bloody Sandal. She was not a frequent visitor
of it, so not many people knew her by sight. She ordered a drink that she
wouldn't touch, to keep a certian image up, and sat in the darkest corner she
could manage.
[606]
[607] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 02:32 AM)
[608] Anya stared at her new
room, well off from the city. All her possesions, which wasn't much as she
tended to live a spartan lifestyle, were here. She had the skirt Shaka gave
her, the spearhead from Kratos, along ith her supplies.
Anya growled a bit, she no longer had her armor. That was still in some chest
in Ald Sotha along with her bow, shortsword, arrows, and worst of all her Glass
Curaiss. Thankfully, none of her artifacts were there.
Anya sighed and pulled the hood of her black robe over her head. She strapped
her spear to her back, pausing to study the dwemer halberd head and making a
mental note to find Lotus soon, and gathered some healing potions. She'd need a
new set of Chitin armor and have it enchanted by Slyvos so she wouldn't need to
have these potions.
Anya paused at the edge of the doorway, staring at the light pouring in. This
would be her first time stepping out in sunlight like this, and she wasn't sure
what to expect. She sighed once more and took a step outside.
And immediately fell to her knees. Her eyes narrowed as she steadied herself,
slowly standing up. It wasn't quite so searing as it was that the pain just hit
her like a sack of mudbricks. Her skinned crawled, patterns of her previous
healthy tan and her pale flesh intermingly, as she struggled to concentrate.
Anya took off in a sprint towards Ald Raathim, glad to have the robe, to hide
herself behind the folds. The pain from the rays was enough to drive her to
distraction, and distraction wasn't something she could afford with her mask
requiring some level of concentration. She cursed silently as she entered the
city.
Not too much later, and after finishing off a few potions, Anya was at the
castle with a new suit of Chitin armor. She growled at a few passing servants
that had the unfortunate chance of getting to close to her, all too cranky from
from being outside, as she dropped of the armor, plus several types of clothes
including a cloak identical to the one she was wearing, for Slyvos. She left a
note asking if he could find a way to minimize the tall-tell shimmer.
Anya quickly found her way to the Bloody Sandal. She was not a frequent visitor
of it, so not many people knew her by sight. She ordered a drink that she
wouldn't touch, to keep a certian image up, and sat in the darkest corner she
could manage.
[610]
An unfamiliar Argonian enters the Bloody Sandal, wearing a common robe and
bearing a carefully-wrapped parcel on his back. He looks around with a somewhat
dull gaze, asking patrons questions; Anya can see someone pointing her out to
the Argonian.
Anya can see familiar-looking bracelets on the Argonian's wrists as he walks in
his distinctive, seemingly-awkward stlye over to her, sniffing the air
delicately as he looks at her. After a moment, he speaks.
"Miztresss ..." he hisses quietly, bowing lightly to Anya. "I
have found you."[611]
[612] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 3 2006, 12:43 AM)
[613] An unfamiliar Argonian
enters the Bloody Sandal, wearing a common robe and bearing a carefully-wrapped
parcel on his back. He looks around with a somewhat dull gaze, asking
patrons questions; Anya can see someone pointing her out to the Argonian.
Anya can see familiar-looking bracelets on the Argonian's wrists as he walks in
his distinctive, seemingly-awkward stlye over to her, sniffing the air
delicately as he looks at her. After a moment, he speaks.
"Miztresss ..." he hisses quietly, bowing lightly to Anya.
"I have found you."
[615]
"Do I know-" Anya was about to finish when she saw the bracelets. She
sat up a bit, preventing an urge to sprout her claws. Her eyes shimmered a bit
as she lost her image for a second.
"Why did she send you?"[616]
[617] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 02:49 AM)
[618] "Do I know-"
Anya was about to finish when she saw the bracelets. She sat up a bit,
preventing an urge to sprout her claws. Her eyes shimmered a bit as she lost her
image for a second.
"Why did she send you?"
[620]
"I am yourzz." the Argonian says simply, sliing the parcel off of his
back to lay at Anya's table. "As is thiz, and my brotherz who are alsso
here. They bear more of your thingzz."
Anya will discover that the parcel contains her shortbow and quiver, including
one very special arrow.
"I bear a messssage too; you musst flee thiss city," the Argonian
says. "Death comezz; there izz little time. You must ssseek sshelter
further north, away from the fighting. [621]
[622] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 3 2006, 12:54 AM)
[623] "I am
yourzz." the Argonian says simply, sliing the parcel off of his back to
lay at Anya's table. "As is thiz, and my brotherz who are alsso
here. They bear more of your thingzz."
Anya will discover that the parcel contains her shortbow and quiver, including
one very special arrow.
"I bear a messssage too; you musst flee thiss city," the Argonian
says. "Death comezz; there izz little time. You must ssseek
sshelter further north, away from the fighting.
[625]
Anya laced her voice thick with as much magic as she could, but doubted much
could be done untrained as she was, "You belong to no one."
Anya picked up her bow and quivers, staring at them. What is she thinking?
"And gather your brothers. I would like the rest of theses parcels. I'll
be here."
Does she still want me? I try to rip out her throat, and she yet she
returns. Anya did feel a small amount of elation, however. Inside the same
side pocket hidden within her quiver was the Ebony Arrow of Slaying, a truly
unique artifact if there was ever any, given to her by Shaka. Not that this
changes anything. [626]
[627] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 03:03 AM)
[628] Anya laced her voice
thick with as much magic as she could, but doubted much could be done untrained
as she was, "You belong to no one."
Anya picked up her bow and quivers, staring at them. What is she thinking?
"And gather your brothers. I would like the rest of theses parcels. I'll be
here."
Does she still want me? I try to rip out her throat, and she yet she
returns. Anya did feel a small amount of elation, however. Inside the same
side pocket hidden within her quiver was the Ebony Arrow of Slaying, a truly
unique artifact if there was ever any, given to her by Shaka. Not that this
changes anything.
[630]
The dull look does not fade from the Argonian's eyes. He simply bows and says
"Azz you wissh, Mizztresssss," before turning an loping out. Anya
gets several curious stares from the few patrons in the tavern at this hour,
and she can hear a few whispered comments about "That wierd lizard
..."
It takes the better part of an hour, but the Argonian returns with two others,
bearing parcels that include Anya's glass cuirass and her old armor - an a
couple of gold bracelets, "In cazze we musssst flee in the light,"
the Argonians explain.
"When do we leave, Miztressss?" Anya is asked. The Argonians regard
her with a dull-eyed devotion that leaves Anya little doubt they'd do anything
for her. [631]
Last Night
Four men stood in the dark stone room. It was obviously underground, as the
only source of light came from the Trapdoor above. A crude ramp had been
erected that lead to the surface. There was an odd, tense silence in the room
'When did she say she would turn up?' A soldier asked, trying to add
conversation to an otherwise tense moment
'Do not question the divine, they have eerie powers' Another said
'You two! Thats blasphemous!' yelled the third, 'Councillor, please discipline
them!'
'Quiet, shes coming,' Faryon remarked as the other three prostrated [632]
[633] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 3 2006, 01:08 AM)
[634] The dull look does not
fade from the Argonian's eyes. He simply bows and says "Azz you
wissh, Mizztresssss," before turning an loping out. Anya gets
several curious stares from the few patrons in the tavern at this hour, and she
can hear a few whispered comments about "That wierd lizard ..."
It takes the better part of an hour, but the Argonian returns with two others,
bearing parcels that include Anya's glass cuirass and her old armor - an a
couple of gold bracelets, "In cazze we musssst flee in the light,"
the Argonians explain.
"When do we leave, Miztressss?" Anya is asked. The Argonians
regard her with a dull-eyed devotion that leaves Anya little doubt they'd do
anything for her.
[636]
Anya narrowed her eyes. "Thank you for this, but We- I'm not going
anywhere."
Anya slipped on the bracers, feeling the enchantment surge through her. Her
gaze turned to the three argonian brothers. She rubbed her eyes thinking of
what to do.
"You three have been thoroughly mind wiped, haven't you? Look. I won't
flee, I'm going to stay. Stay if you must. Go where you will."
Anya sighed, "Poor things, now I see why people hate my kind. Look, if you
want to stay, go back to my home." Anya explained how to reach the mine,
and where they might find food on their way. Her voice was tinted with magic,
as she still didn't quite trust them despite the devotional gleen in the
brothers eyes.
Anya stepped outside, her eyes sweeping the city, feeling slightly better now
that the damage was being repaired as it was being made. "Where are
you." [637]
[638] QUOTE(Shardie @ Jan 3 2006, 03:18 AM)
[639] Last Night
Four men stood in the dark stone room. It was obviously underground, as the
only source of light came from the Trapdoor above. A crude ramp had been
erected that lead to the surface. There was an odd, tense silence in the room
'When did she say she would turn up?' A soldier asked, trying to add
conversation to an otherwise tense moment
'Do not question the divine, they have eerie powers' Another said
'You two! Thats blasphemous!' yelled the third, 'Councillor, please discipline
them!'
'Quiet, shes coming,' Faryon remarked as the other three prostrated
[641]
There is a cold chill for a second, and then the glory of Her Pressence fills
the room.
"You have done well, my faithful
soldiers," Almalexia says with divine grace to the four prostrated
figures. "The blessings of ALMSIVI be with you.
Now, rise and witness the glory of Our Brother-Sister's Mysteries, which shall
throw our enemies down."
Stepping out into the open air outside, Almalexia walks overto tworobedfigures,
each bearing a giant, crystal-encrusted pole. Instructing them to stand five
hundred paces apart, Almalexia raises her hands and begins chanting in ond
Velothi. The air crackles and shimmers with the forces of raw magicka;
lightning jumps one pole to the other, forming a web in between that stretches
across the distance ...
"COME FORTH!!!" At Almalexia's
command, soldiers, fabricants, and giant crabs of war pour forth, crossing from
the gates of Ald Sotha to the mainland, their booted and metal feet shaking the
ground as parraptons soar overhead, throwing swiftly-moving shadows on the
ground.
It was a sight to make the faint of heart pass out, and send cold jolts through
the strongest mer. Seemingly endless, the yellow river of bone and metal
cascades through the portal, aligning into lines and ranks, forming an
unbeatable army of the rightous ... [642]
[643] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 03:25 AM)
[644] Anya narrowed her
eyes. "Thank you for this, but We- I'm not going anywhere."
Anya slipped on the bracers, feeling the enchantment surge through her. Her
gaze turned to the three argonian brothers. She rubbed her eyes thinking of
what to do.
"You three have been thoroughly mind wiped, haven't you? Look. I won't
flee, I'm going to stay. Stay if you must. Go where you will."
Anya sighed, "Poor things, now I see why people hate my kind. Look, if you
want to stay, go back to my home." Anya explained how to reach the mine,
and where they might find food on their way. Her voice was tinted with magic,
as she still didn't quite trust them despite the devotional gleen in the
brothers eyes.
Anya stepped outside, her eyes sweeping the city, feeling slightly better now
that the damage was being repaired as it was being made. "Where are
you."
[646]
The Argonians make their way to the mine, moving swiftly. Anya sees nosign of
her mater.
Elsewhere, hiden in a forgotten Daedra Shrine outside of Ald Raathim's borders,
a snake woman sighs and caresses the face of a Dunmer she had snagged.
"Sadly, dear, I'm all out of healing bracelets save one," she says,
shaking her hea sadly. "But you shan't mind being my food for the night,
now, shall you? Of course not ..."
Hervoice was soothing, seductive, and the mer's eyes looked upon her in liquid,
fearful devotion as she opened her mouth impossibly wide ... [647]
[648] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 3 2006, 06:37 PM)
[649] There is a cold chill
for a second, and then the glory of Her Pressence fills the room.
"You have
done well, my faithful soldiers," Almalexia says with divine grace to the four prostrated
figures. "The
blessings of ALMSIVI be with you. Now, rise and witness the glory of Our
Brother-Sister's Mysteries, which shall throw our enemies down."
Stepping out into the open air outside, Almalexia walks overto two robed
figures, each bearing a giant, crystal-encrusted pole. Instructing them
to stand five hundred paces apart, Almalexia raises her hands and begins
chanting in ond Velothi. The air crackles and shimmers with the forces of
raw magicka; lightning jumps one pole to the other, forming a web in between
that stretches across the distance ...
"COME
FORTH!!!" At
Almalexia's command, soldiers, fabricants, and giant crabs of war pour forth,
crossing from the gates of Ald Sotha to the mainland, their booted and metal
feet shaking the ground as parraptons soar overhead, throwing swiftly-moving
shadows on the ground.
It was a sight to make the faint of heart pass out, and send cold jolts through
the strongest mer. Seemingly endless, the yellow river of bone and metal
cascades through the portal, aligning into lines and ranks, forming an
unbeatable army of the rightous ...
[651]
'So what do we do?' asked one soldier, his voice only heard by the other three
that were in the basement earlier, the noise of the advance was so loud that no
one else could hear them
'Simply said, we are to stay here, and provide assistance as needed' Faryon
sighed, as the other three looked downcast, 'I want to be there too, but this
is what it is, Politics. The Redorians dont want to give the glory to their
victory over the Major Rebel base at Ald Raatham to an Indoril commander. We
are to have our glory down south, apparently, and you should be happy with what
we achieved tonight'
'They did not expect it, did they?'
'Indeed, the plan worked perfectly' Faryon sighed, as they continued to watch
the procession advance under the moonlit sky, 'They will be on Ald Raatham
sometime tomorrow' [652]
Summary for Dastril:
Dastril travelled to a friend of his to continue his apprentice's training. Now
he and his apprentice are at Ald Raathim to get some field experience. End of
Summary.
Dastril stands at the edges of Ald Raathim. A gray puddle of fur hangs on his
shoulders. He walks into the city, pointing every once in a while a building,
tavern, inn or a person, whispering their names or purposes to the air
("oh, oh, oh, there's the castle!"). Every once in a while, the gray
puddle of fur answers in a foreign language (roughly translated: "oh
really? I wouldn't have noticed...").
"I think we should now go and find a inn where we could stay in. Hahahaa.
Now wasn't that funny?" People are starting to look at him in a funny way,
and the cat on his shoulder covers it's eyes with it's paws with a fixed look
of desperation. [653]
"This one is on
me!" said Morteus loudly.
"Like the five before?" replied the bartender of Bloody Sandal.
"Burp! Yesss... stop talking, start pouring!
When the last drink was gone, Morteus began to think about leaving. His pouch
was almost empty, and his intoxication high.
"Well, my friends, I must... leave." said Morteus to the locals.
"Whaaat? We have just started to drink, Warmteus!" replied one
drunkard.
"Balsor, my old friend, your head is confused, your words absurd, and your
memory after few drinks weak! You had enough sujamma. Go home, have a
rest!"
"What? No young ear will tell ol'Bals when to..." Balsor didn't
finish, as he fell to the floor.
Morteus smiled, gived the tavern a last sight and opened the door. Hot wind
blew to his face.
"Well, where now?" said Morteus to himself. [654]
Vaan stepped out from
the temple onto the streets of Ald Raathim. He had spent all night planning and
plotting, but it would all have to wait now, since there was little chance he
would be able to get out of Ald Raathim now. The possible risk of walking out
into an advancing hostile army was too great, if was coming at all.
The tomb-like temple had not provided any real comfort for him (maybe some
actual fireplaces, instead of just ash pits would be nice), and he was still a
little tired. At least he would not feel lonely, a squad of Muatramer had moved
in, under the impression that they'd be helping refugees, now they would be
fighting...again.
He wondered aimlessly for a bit, before deciding to head to the barracks, he'd
need to speak with the ranking commander here.
*knock* *knock*
"Hello?"
"Hello, is your commander around?" [655]
[656] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 3 2006, 07:32 PM)
[657] He wondered aimlessly
for a bit, before deciding to head to the barracks, he'd need to speak with the
ranking commander here.
*knock* *knock*
"Hello?"
"Hello, is your commander around?"
[659]
"Yes he is, he just reported for morning training. He is in the courtyard
around to the side over there, teacching restoration."
[660]
[661] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 3 2006, 07:36 PM)
[662] "Yes he is, he just reported for morning training. He is in the courtyard around to the side over there, teacching restoration."
[664]
Vaan nodded, and headed over there. He handed a piece of paper to the
Commander, but had to hurry off to prepare the troops.
It read:[665]
QUOTE
[666] Commander
Slashes-With-Claws,
50 Muatramer soldiers lie in Ald Raathim, at the temple. Please feel free
to consider them yours for the upcoming struggle.
Regards,
Lord Grandmaster Vaan Surethi of the Muatramer Order of protection, and loyal
servant of the new temple.[667]
[668]
It was brief, but got the message across.
(OOC: G'night.) [669]
[670] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 3 2006, 07:41 PM)
[671] Vaan nodded, and
headed over there. He handed a piece of paper to the Commander, but had
to hurry off to prepare the troops.
It read:[672]
QUOTE
[673] Commander
Slashes-With-Claws,
50 Muatramer soldiers lie in Ald Raathim, at the temple. Please feel free
to consider them yours for the upcoming struggle.
Regards,
Lord Grandmaster Vaan Surethi, loyal servant of the temple.[674]
[677]
Slashes was surprized by this. "Lieutenant! Take over here for me."
He went to the temple to meet the new men under his command. They saluted when
he entered the temple. they would make a fine addition to the defenses of Ald
Raathim. [678]
Shaka walked across
the courtyard of Castle Daruhn, in full armor now, though it was still an
eclectic mix of ebony, glass, Indoril, and the Dragonbone Cuirass. He asked a
guard if Slyvos was free to meet with him this morning.
The battlemage noticed the tension within Ald Raathim was ratcheting up. It was
starting to sink in with everyone that the war might be coming to them, in a
way that it hadn't since the Blue Dawn. No one knew how long they had to
prepare. A week? A matter of days?[679]
A young khajiit of the
suthay-raht kind wandered the streets. She'd been nervous since the day she
heard the war was going on, and hearing that it was getting closer wasn't
helping much. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to where she was
going, having a lot on her mind.
"Kiseena should not have stopped here," she murmured to herself.
Almost a year ago, she had slipped into Ald Raathim to avoid capture for some
less-than-legal acts. A few months later, she blended in as an acrobat at the
local arena. [680]
Valerius wandered the
streets of Ald Raathim, wet and rather seasick from the unplanned boat
excursion. Big boats he was fine on, but those small little buggers... He
noticed very little of the normal hubbub of a city this size. Most people were
moving with dedication, doing whatever they had to do. Hardly odd in wartime.
What was odd, however, was the jumpiness of the guards. Even though they
had just been destroyed by Redorans, they still were overly suspicious. That
could mean only one of two things; Either the city had just been attacked, or
the city was going to be attacked. And judging by the lack of any appreciable
damage, Valerius guessed the latter.
He noticed a Khajiit wandering about. Valerius approached, hoping to glean some
information.[681]
[682] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 05:56 PM)
[683] A young khajiit of the
suthay-raht kind wandered the streets. She'd been nervous since the day she
heard the war was going on, and hearing that it was getting closer wasn't
helping much. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to where she was
going, having a lot on her mind.
"Kiseena should not have stopped here," she murmured to herself.
Almost a year ago, she had slipped into Ald Raathim to avoid capture for some
less-than-legal acts. She'd blended in as an acrobat at the local arena.
[685]
Anya found herself walking the streets of Ald Raathim. Her hood was up, as it
was a drain to stand outside and focus on her mask. The sunlight still caused
her body to ache, like holding your hand over an open flame. It was enough to
still leave Anya in a less than cheerful mood.
"She has to be here, somewhere. My mater is obsesive enough to at least
make sure I left, if not to find me. Where, where, where." Anya kept
grumbling to herself. Eventually, she became absorded with the thoughts that
she missed the young khajiit lady walking the streets.
Anya bumped into Kiseena, who seemed as preoccupied as Anya did. Though Anya
easily held her foot, she had to snap an arm out to catch Kissena from hitting
the ground. Anya cocked her head a minute while Kiseena hovered in a half-fall,
trying to place her face.
"You're... one of the acrobats from the arena, aren't you? Doing some of
the extra shows?" she asked, pulling her back to her feet. [686]
Valerius was about fifteen feet away when he saw the black-robed woman appear and engage the Khajiit in conversation. Quickly, he ducked into a sidestreet within earshot. [687]
[688] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 07:09 PM)
[689] Anya found herself
walking the streets of Ald Raathim. Her hood was up, as it was a drain to stand
outside and focus on her mask. The sunlight still caused her body to ache, like
holding your hand over an open flame. It was enough to still leave Anya in a
less than cheerful mood.
"She has to be here, somewhere. My mater is obsesive enough to at least
make sure I left, if not to find me. Where, where, where." Anya kept
grumbling to herself. Eventually, she became absorded with the thoughts that she
missed the young khajiit lady walking the streets.
Anya bumped into Kiseena, who seemed as preoccupied as Anya did. Though Anya
easily held her foot, she had to snap an arm out to catch Kissena from hitting
the ground. Anya cocked her head a minute while Kiseena hovered in a half-fall,
trying to place her face.
"You're... one of the acrobats from the arena, aren't you? Doing some of
the extra shows?" she asked, pulling her back to her feet.
[691]
The khajiit had been an inch away from catching herself when her fall was
stopped by the hooded woman. This frazzled her just a touch, not used to that
kind of speed. "Kiseena works at the arena, yes," she half-purred,
one of her ears giving a flick. "Does Kiseena know you?" [692]
[693] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 06:15 PM)
[694] The khajiit had been an inch away from catching herself when her fall was stopped by the hooded woman. This frazzled her just a touch, not used to that kind of speed. "Kiseena works at the arena, yes," she half-purred, one of her ears giving a flick. "Does Kiseena know you?"
[696]
"I would wonder if Kiseena did know me, as I see no reason for you to.
I've only seen your work, and I wonder why one such as you would be taken by
suprise in a street." Anya said.
"My name is Anya." She said. Her eyes caught the movement of someone
hurriedly ducking into an alley, now that she wasn't so preoccupied with Dayla.
But she gave it little thought beyond that, not thinking he could be a danger,
and not worried that he would hear anything of importance. She did make a
mental note to keep an eye out for any funny business.[697]
[698] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 3 2006, 06:54 PM)
[699] Shaka walked across
the courtyard of Castle Daruhn, in full armor now, though it was still an
eclectic mix of ebony, glass, Indoril, and the Dragonbone Cuirass. He
asked a guard if Slyvos was free to meet with him this morning.
The battlemage noticed the tension within Ald Raathim was ratcheting up.
It was starting to sink in with everyone that the war might be coming to them,
in a way that it hadn't since the Blue Dawn. No one knew how long they
had to prepare. A week? A matter of days?
[701]
One of the guards came up from behind Shaka, tapping him on the shoulder.
"excuse me, sir, but master Slyvos is currently in his study; you may feel
free to see him, if you wish. if not, that's not my concern, but move along in
that case."
And indeed, Slyvos was in his study, looking through a few things of his to
figure out where he left that mace he had found months ago before the war; he
figured it would come in handy...[702]
[703] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 07:23 PM)
[704] "I would wonder
if Kiseena did know me, as I see no reason for you to. I've only seen your
work, and I wonder why one such as you would be taken by suprise in a
street." Anya said.
"My name is Anya." She said. Her eyes caught the movement of someone
hurriedly ducking into an alley, now that she wasn't so preoccupied with Dayla.
But she gave it little thought beyond that, not thinking he could be a danger,
and not worried that he would hear anything of importance. She did make a
mental note to keep an eye out for any funny business.
[706]
Kiseena slipped back to her feet in almost a hopping motion, brushing herself
off as if she'd actually hit the ground. "Kiseena has a lot on her
mind," she said softly. "As does friend Anya, it seems?"
Kiseena had also noticed the strange person duck into an alley. Part of her
wonders if Anya and this person are ready to team up on her. She pretends not
to notice. [707]
[708] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 3 2006, 08:27 PM)
[709] One of the guards came
up from behind Shaka, tapping him on the shoulder. "excuse me, sir, but master
Slyvos is currently in his study; you may feel free to see him, if you wish. if
not, that's not my concern, but move along in that case."
And indeed, Slyvos was in his study, looking through a few things of his to
figure out where he left that mace he had found months ago before the war; he
figured it would come in handy...
[711]
Shaka knocked on the oak doorjamb before entering Slyvos' study. "Thanks
for your time, Slyvos. I thought I'd see if the armor to protect Anya from the
sun was ready. Also, I thought now was as good a time as any to ask about your
past, before all of us are deep in battle with the warrior Houses."[712]
Slyvos pointed onto the table, where the armor for Anya was at, only a faint shimmer remaining, and just on the curaiss for the most part. "don't worry, I made sure to make that one of my top priorities, cause we can't have a friend burning to a crisp in the sunlight." He looked back to that one chest. "ah yes, there it is." The khajiit mage rummaged through that one chest again a bit, before pulling out the mace he was looking for. "good, found it; so... what exactly do you want to know, Shaka?" [713]
[714] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 3 2006, 08:39 PM)
[715] Slyvos pointed onto the table, where the armor for Anya was at, only a faint shimmer remaining, and just on the curaiss for the most part. "don't worry, I made sure to make that one of my top priorities, cause we can't have a friend burning to a crisp in the sunlight." He looked back to that one chest. "ah yes, there it is." The khajiit mage rummaged through that one chest again a bit, before pulling out the mace he was looking for. "good, found it; so... what exactly do you want to know, Shaka?"
[717]
Shaka was taken aback for a second; not every day you saw the Mace of Molag Bal
taken out of mothballs.
"Back when I sought the lich Manavrio for the Dibellans, I wondered why
someone would choose lichdom. And maybe Anya's situation got me thinking again
about mortality. . . ."
"If it's all right to ask, how did you originally become a lich, and why?
Did you become one for the power, or as a form of immortality, or what? I'm
trying to imagine someone like you or Divayth Fyr, seeing not just centuries
slip away, but millennia. I'm surprised that you were able to become mortal
again, even with Loranna by your side."
[718]
[719] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 06:29 PM)
[720] Kiseena slipped back
to her feet in almost a hopping motion, brushing herself off as if she'd
actually hit the ground. "Kiseena has a lot on her mind," she said
softly. "As does friend Anya, it seems?"
Kiseena had also noticed the strange person duck into an alley. Part of her
wonders if Anya and this person are ready to team up on her. She pretends not
to notice.
[722]
Anya shook her head slightly, "It's been a rough few days. You wouldn't
understand."
Well, I doubt she'd be in town, after sending those three boys. Unless I
head out of Ald Raathim, I doubt I'll find her. Anya smiled, "I'd be
happy to continue this conversation elsewhere. My friend owns the Nymph."
Anya inconspicuously grabbed the bottom edge of the pole to her spear, and
Lotus flashed high above town, sqwuaking angrily. Geht's not here, I just
want to keep an eye out for me. [723]
Slyvos walked over to
his desk, pulling up a chair for Shaka to sit down in, and sitting down
himself; this would be a long one for both of them.
"well, to understand why I did so would mean you'd have to understand what
happened to me all those years ago. To put a long story short, I lost my mother
when I was young, was raised by House Dagoth back when it wasn't a ravening
host of corprus ridden monstrousities and fanatical worshippers of Dagoth Ur,
and ended up settled down with a family of my own alongside my practices with
magic.
"
He bend his neck to the side a bit, a loud cracking sound being heard.
"sorry about that, felt alittle stiff. Anyway, so, I had settled down with
a family, and we had a few children, a boy, a girl, and I cannot remember the
third, it was so young. As you can imagine, I was quite happy at the
time."
[724]
[725] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 06:23 PM)
[726] Her eyes caught the movement of someone hurriedly ducking into an alley, now that she wasn't so preoccupied with Dayla. But she gave it little thought beyond that, not thinking he could be a danger, and not worried that he would hear anything of importance. She did make a mental note to keep an eye out for any funny business.
QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 06:29 PM)
[730] Kiseena had also noticed the strange person duck into an alley. Part of her wonders if Anya and this person are ready to team up on her. She pretends not to notice.
[732]
What the hell do you think you're doing Valerius? He asked himself as he
leaned against the wall of the alleyway. This isn't a metropolis where fully
armored knights are commonplace! And in the middle of a war no less! He
silently banged his head against the wall. He only hoped that a guard or worse
hadn't seen him. He needed to start thinking smaller again if he was gong to
survive longer than ten minutes here.
He rejoined the main road at the other side of the alley and, still beating
himself up for that blunder, made for the barracks. Knocking on the door, he
asked the one who answered it if he could see the Commander. [733]
[734] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 07:54 PM)
[735] Anya shook her head
slightly, "It's been a rough few days. You wouldn't understand."
Well, I doubt she'd be in town, after sending those three boys. Unless I
head out of Ald Raathim, I doubt I'll find her. Anya smiled, "I'd be
happy to continue this conversation elsewhere. My friend owns the Nymph."
Anya inconspicuously grabbed the bottom edge of the pole to her spear, and
Lotus flashed high above town, sqwuaking angrily. Geht's not here, I just
want to keep an eye out for me.
[737]
"Kiseena understands more than most realize," purred the khajiit.
"And would enjoy accompanying Anya." Her muscles were tense, hidden
by subterfuge to relay a sense of calm in her. The best way to remove a
possible trap is sometimes to let it spring. [738]
[739] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 3 2006, 09:02 PM)
[740] "
He bend his neck to the side a bit, a loud cracking sound being heard.
"sorry about that, felt alittle stiff. Anyway, so, I had settled down with
a family, and we had a few children, a boy, a girl, and I cannot remember the
third, it was so young. As you can imagine, I was quite happy at the
time."
[742]
"Thanks," said Shaka as he accepted the chair. "Amazing, that
you remember the early days of House Dagoth. Were you around when Nerevar was
still alive, then?"
After hearing about Slyvos' family of long ago, Shaka was thoughtful. "I
never had children of my own, myself; and now I'm kind of set in my ways. I'm
glad that you had a family, though."
"But go on, Slyvos; sorry to interrupt."[743]
[744] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 07:03 PM)
[745] "Kiseena understands more than most realize," purred the khajiit. "And would enjoy accompanying Anya." Her muscles were tense, hidden by subterfuge to relay a sense of calm in her. The best way to remove a possible trap is sometimes to let it spring.
[747]
Anya glanced at the Khajiit, giving her a once-over. "You can relax you
know. I don't know that man."
Anya smiled, and started walking towars the Nymph and Noggin, beckoning Kiseena
to follow, "Don't worry, you're carefully schooled yourself. But I trained
myself to do the same thing, so I would be more apt to notice. And I'm just
guessing about the man, but it seems likely that's why you would be so tense.
And if you pat yourself down, you'll find all your wallets and purses or
whatnot in place.
"Plus, I seem to have the uncanny knack at being able to read beast races,
as Shaka found out. Not that you're... um a beast or anything, and you wouldn't
know Shaka. And why... am I rambling. Ah, we're here." Anya stopped in front
of the Nymph before entering, "Don't worry, I'll pay for drinks."[748]
[749] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:02 PM)
[750] He rejoined the main road at the other side of the alley and, still beating himself up for that blunder, made for the barracks. Knocking on the door, he asked the one who answered it if he could see the Commander.
[752]
Commander Slashes-With-Claws was on his way back to the barracks with fifty
muatramer warriors in tow.
The trooper who answered pointed towards Slashes, "There he is now, the
argonian in that odd armor." [753]
[754] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 3 2006, 07:14 PM)
[755] Commander
Slashes-With-Claws was on his way back to the barracks with fifty muatramer
warriors in tow.
The trooper who answered pointed towards Slashes, "There he is now, the
argonian in that odd armor."
[757]
"Sir," he gave a half-salute to the Argonian, "I'm here to
report for duty and assignments." [758]
[759] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 08:14 PM)
[760] Anya glanced at the
Khajiit, giving her a once-over. "You can relax you know. I don't know
that man."
Anya smiled, and started walking towars the Nymph and Noggin, beckoning Kiseena
to follow, "Don't worry, you're carefully schooled yourself. But I trained
myself to do the same thing, so I would be more apt to notice. And I'm just
guessing about the man, but it seems likely that's why you would be so tense.
And if you pat yourself down, you'll find all your wallets and purses or
whatnot in place.
"Plus, I seem to have the uncanny knack at being able to read beast races,
as Shaka found out. Not that you're... um a beast or anything, and you wouldn't
know Shaka. And why... am I rambling. Ah, we're here." Anya stopped in
front of the Nymph before entering, "Don't worry, I'll pay for
drinks."
[762]
As she listened, Kiseena began to relax. At hearing that her new friend would
buy the drinks, she grinned like a kitten. "Kiseena seems to have bumped
into a good friend in Anya tonight," she murred, her tail swishing in a
happier way. [763]
[764] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:16 PM)
[765] "Sir," he gave a half-salute to the Argonian, "I'm here to report for duty and assignments."
[767]
"Halt!" He called to the warriors, all fifty stopped on the same
step.
He could use all the recruits he can get. Most went to the recruitment office,
but he had been getting a lot of people comming directly to him recently. His
tail swug listlisly back and forth, "So you wish to join the army?"
His scally face conveyed no emotion. "You have any skills in weapons or
magicka? And have you any army experiance?" [768]
[769] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 07:21 PM)
[770] As she listened, Kiseena began to relax. At hearing that her new friend would buy the drinks, she grinned like a kitten. "Kiseena seems to have bumped into a good friend in Anya tonight," she murred, her tail swishing in a happier way.
[772]
Anya laughed, "A khajiit after my own heart."
Anya waved down a waitress, and had a couple drinks sent to her usual table,
though she didn't touch hers. "So, what brings a simple entertainer to the
center of all the troubles the east?"[773]
[774] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 3 2006, 07:24 PM)
[775] "Halt!"
He called to the warriors, all fifty stopped on the same step.
He could use all the recruits he can get. Most went to the recruitment
office, but he had been getting a lot of people comming directly to him
recently. His tail swug listlisly back and forth, "So you wish to
join the army?" His scally face conveyed no emotion. "You
have any skills in weapons or magicka? And have you any army experiance?"
[777]
A well disciplined army, I'm beginning to like this commander already....
Valerius thought to himself.
"Sir," He said out loud, "I am skilled in swords, axes, maces,
as well as proficient with the bow. I am also knowledgeable in both Restoration
and Destruction magics. Former Legion Commander of Fort Marshmoth, Imperial
District. Nine citations of valor, three campaign medals. Former Impirial
Liason for the southern forts to the Emperor, and Former Deputy Assistant
Knight Dragon for Southern Cyrodiil." [778]
[779] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 08:30 PM)
[780] Anya laughed, "A
khajiit after my own heart."
Anya waved down a waitress, and had a couple drinks sent to her usual table,
though she didn't touch hers. "So, what brings a simple entertainer to the
center of all the troubles the east?"
[782]
"Angry pups nipping at Kiseena's heels," she said quietly. She sipped
at her drink, purring gently as her tongue reflexively cleaned her whiskers.
"Kiseena needed a place to lay low. A warm barn amongst a bitter storm, so
to speak." [783]
[784] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:32 PM)
[785] A well disciplined
army, I'm beginning to like this commander already.... Valerius thought to
himself.
"Sir," He said out loud, "I am skilled in swords, axes, maces,
as well as proficient with the bow. I am also knowledgeable in both Restoration
and Destruction magics. Former Legion Commander of Fort Marshmoth, Imperial
District. Nine citations of valor, three campaign medals. Former Impirial
Liason for the southern forts to the Emperor, and Former Deputy Assistant
Knight Dragon for Southern Cyrodiil."
[787]
Slashes listened closly, cocking his head slightly, the early sun glinted off
the red crystal at the center of the eye that decorated his helm. If this
imperial man was telling the whole truth he could be useful. He also noted taht
he was from Marshmoth, a small fort in Cyrodill, not far from the boarder with
Argonia, he probably had a lot of interaction with Slashes kind before. And a
liason to southern forts as well, maybe he has been to Argonia. Slashes wanted
more information, he was curious why he would leave the legion, then come right
here to sign up. "Why did you leave the legion? And why are you here
now?" Again, his scally face showing no expression that the warmblood
could decern. [788]
[789] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 07:34 PM)
[790] "Angry pups nipping at Kiseena's heels," she said quietly. She sipped at her drink, purring gently as her tongue reflexively cleaned her whiskers. "Kiseena needed a place to lay low. A warm barn amongst a bitter storm, so to speak."
[792]
"You... don't know much about Ald Raathim do you? You left a bitter storm
for an angry one."
Anya shook her head though, a small smile on her face, "I do understand
pups nipping at the heel though. I had plenty of those. What did you do?"[793]
Slyvos just sighed,
shrugging at the mention of Nerevar, as that was something he didn't concern
himself with. "after all these years, I can't exactly remember if Nerevar
was in my lifetime or not; look back about 4000 years, if he was alive back
then, then yes, he was in my lifetime. However, I never concerned myself with
that particular person or the prophecies of his return."
He cleared his throat a bit, sitting back in his seat. "now, as I said, my
family made me happy; they were one of three loves in my life, in this order:
My family, my magic, and my music. And, when I lost the one, I fell back onto
the other... the means of how I lost my family, let's just say it was a
betrayal I wasn't expecting. And, afterwards, I lashed out at the world itself,
because I was a foolish and heartbroken idiot." [794]
[795] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 08:43 PM)
[796] "You... don't
know much about Ald Raathim do you? You left a bitter storm for an angry
one."
Anya shook her head though, a small smile on her face, "I do understand
pups nipping at the heel though. I had plenty of those. What did you do?"
[798]
The khajiit takes on a look of mock innocence. "Kiseena merely liberated
some lovely shiney things from an Imperial who did not appreciate them,"
she says. She couldn't hold it, though, a grin sliding across her face before
she sipped her drink again. "Though Kiseena may have underestimated the
appreciateion the Imperial did have for them... but they are quite happy with
Kiseena, now." [799]
[800] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 3 2006, 07:37 PM)
[801] Slashes listened closly, cocking his head slightly, the early sun glinted off the red crystal at the center of the eye that decorated his helm. If this imperial man was telling the whole truth he could be useful. He also noted taht he was from Marshmoth, a small fort in Cyrodill, not far from the boarder with Argonia, he probably had a lot of interaction with Slashes kind before. And a liason to southern forts as well, maybe he has been to Argonia. Slashes wanted more information, he was curious why he would leave the legion, then come right here to sign up. "Why did you leave the legion? And why are you here now?" Again, his scally face showing no expression that the warmblood could decern.
[803]
"I, umm," Valerius said, the words fleeing from his mouth. "I
didn't leave exactly, more of an involuntary pilgrimage really. As for what I'm
doing here, I'm here to sign up for your command. It's not where I was expected
to be, but it'll do well." he looked around at his surroundings, "It'll
do very well indeed." [804]
[805] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 3 2006, 09:45 PM)
[806] He cleared his throat a bit, sitting back in his seat. "now, as I said, my family made me happy; they were one of three loves in my life, in this order: My family, my magic, and my music. And, when I lost the one, I fell back onto the other... the means of how I lost my family, let's just say it was a betrayal I wasn't expecting. And, afterwards, I lashed out at the world itself, because I was a foolish and heartbroken idiot."
[808]
Shaka nodded his head. The ancient story: a life lost or a world lost, from
love and grief. It made Shaka empathize with Slyvos more, to think that he
hadn't chosen immortality from a lust for power or longevity, apparently.
"I'm sorry, Slyvos, even though it was long ago. Please continue."[809]
[810] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 07:45 PM)
[811] The khajiit takes on a look of mock innocence. "Kiseena merely liberated some lovely shiney things from an Imperial who did not appreciate them," she says. She couldn't hold it, though, a grin sliding across her face before she sipped her drink again. "Though Kiseena may have underestimated the appreciateion the Imperial did have for them... but they are quite happy with Kiseena, now."
[813]
"No no, I understand perfectly." Anya said, "Many a shiney
trinkets found their way through me to brokers."
"So you came to Ald Raathim looking for a haven. First time I've heard of
that, though I don't don't there are a few others. You don't have loose fingers
while here, do you? Anywhere else I wouldn't mind, but not here." Anya
winked at Kiseena.[814]
"so I study the
less savory arts of necromancy, for one purpose; to get revenge on the world
that hurt me and showed me that it had no chance of redeeming itself to anyone.
out of spite, I wanted to be there when it all ended. And lichdom was the
opportunity that presented itself to me as the one least likely to result in me
being destroyed and having my soul cast off into Oblivion."
He sighed, inhaleing deeply. "so as you can see, I didn't do it for the
reasons most do it. I didn't want it for longevity, power, or control over
anything. I did it for revenge, and those desires just spread forth from it as
my mind fractured from existing so long. "
"So, I isolated myself, after becoming a lich, and I gathered power so I
could endure the long, long wait til the end without being destroyed. Then of
course, after all those years, I met Loranna; well, Azura was what drew me to
her at first, because by then I had forgotten my original desires. As I got to
know her, well, even a dead heart can still beat in spirit." [815]
[816] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:49 PM)
[817] "I, umm," Valerius said, the words fleeing from his mouth. "I didn't leave exactly, more of an involuntary pilgrimage really. As for what I'm doing here, I'm here to sign up for your command. It's not where I was expected to be, but it'll do well." he looked around at his surroundings, "It'll do very well indeed."
[819]
He lowered his voice, when he spoke he opened his mouth a little wider, showing
off sharp teeth in what could not be mistaken for anything but a threatening
look, "Were you discharged dishonorably?" [820]
[821] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:05 PM)
[822] "No no, I
understand perfectly." Anya said, "Many a shiney trinkets found their
way through me to brokers."
"So you came to Ald Raathim looking for a haven. First time I've heard of
that, though I don't don't there are a few others. You don't have loose fingers
while here, do you? Anywhere else I wouldn't mind, but not here." Anya
winked at Kiseena.
[824]
Kiseena shakes her head after a sip, purring just faintly still.
"Kiseena's fingers stay in her own pockets, here," she reassured
Anya. "Kiseena knows better than to light the burn she hides in on
fire."
Licking her whiskers clean again, she tilts her head. "Friend Anya spoke
of liberating shineys before, yet Kiseena has not heard of Anya.." [825]
[826] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 3 2006, 08:10 PM)
[827] He lowered his voice, when he spoke he opened his mouth a little wider, showing off sharp teeth in what could not be mistaken for anything but a threatening look, "Were you discharged dishonorably?"
[829]
"No, I was too well liked by too many people for that. Like I said,"
Valerius responded, "Involuntary pilgrimage. It was nothing that I am
ashamed of personally, although it does show the pettiness of my kin. It does
not affect my loyalties to my commanding officers, nor does it affect my
ability to fight. It is in the past, and if I had not taken this pilgrimage I
would most likely be dead. Imperial politics have a habit of doing that to
people ill-prepared for it." [830]
[831] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 08:11 PM)
[832] Kiseena shakes her
head after a sip, purring just faintly still. "Kiseena's fingers stay in
her own pockets, here," she reassured Anya. "Kiseena knows better
than to light the burn she hides in on fire."
Licking her whiskers clean again, she tilts her head. "Friend Anya spoke
of liberating shineys before, yet Kiseena has not heard of Anya.."
[834]
"That's because friend Anya doesn't like to talk about herself as
much." Anya said, with a half-smile.
"I had a rough and tumble life. One thing lead to another and I ended up
more or less fending for myself. I never actually bothered with the Theive's
Guild, though I stole plenty to keep myself alive. If anything, the closet
organization I was closest to was the Morag Tong." Anya shook her head as
she thought back. [835]
[836] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 3 2006, 10:08 PM)
[837] "so I study the
less savory arts of necromancy, for one purpose; to get revenge on the world
that hurt me and showed me that it had no chance of redeeming itself to anyone.
out of spite, I wanted to be there when it all ended. And lichdom was the
opportunity that presented itself to me as the one least likely to result in me
being destroyed and having my soul cast off into Oblivion."
He sighed, inhaleing deeply. "so as you can see, I didn't do it for the
reasons most do it. I didn't want it for longevity, power, or control over
anything. I did it for revenge, and those desires just spread forth from it as
my mind fractured from existing so long. "
"So, I isolated myself, after becoming a lich, and I gathered power so I
could endure the long, long wait til the end without being destroyed. Then of
course, after all those years, I met Loranna; well, Azura was what drew me to
her at first, because by then I had forgotten my original desires. As I got to
know her, well, even a dead heart can still beat in spirit."
[839]
Shaka sat for a while and tried to take it in. "Somehow you avoided
madness during that unimaginable span of years. . . . I'm forty-one now, and
sometimes I feel bloodless, one of the walking dead, when I remember how it
used to be when I was young and naive. And your lifespan is a hundred times
that."
"When I try to wrap my mind around that, or what it was like for the
Tribunal, I can't. You would think they would be like amnesiacs, not
remembering their lives before the last century of them."
"I'm probably going to lose Anya over this. What remains when human or
elven desires are taken away? And when mortality loses its hold over you. I
can't compete with what Dayla has given her."
"You don't have to answer, Slyvos. Somehow Loranna saved you, and you
chose the flesh again. Fatherhood again, and growing old with the woman you
love by your side. I'm glad that it worked out that way."
Shaka rose from the chair. "I should probably get back out there and try
to help defend the city, should the wolf come to its gates. Thanks though."
"One thing. Despite all I've seen, including the Spheres of the Gods, I
still don't know what to expect when I'm gone. What was it all for, and is
there anything after. Maybe nothing after, maybe Oblivion."[840]
[841] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 3 2006, 10:14 PM)
[842] "No, I was too well liked by too many people for that. Like I said," Valerius responded, "Involuntary pilgrimage. It was nothing that I am ashamed of personally, although it does show the pettiness of my kin. It does not affect my loyalties to my commanding officers, nor does it affect my ability to fight. It is in the past, and if I had not taken this pilgrimage I would most likely be dead. Imperial politics have a habit of doing that to people ill-prepared for it."
[844]
Slashes tried to avoid politics, but understood them enough. "Very well,
welcome to the service of Ald Raathim. See Llieutenant Falisan for your
assignments for now Sargent. You will have a squad under your command. If you
prove yourself, you will quickly rise in the ranks I think." Slashes
called out to the warriors with him, they had stood perrfectly still the whole
time, looking like statues. "Company forward!" [845]
[846] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 3 2006, 09:22 PM)
[847] Shaka sat for a while
and tried to take it in. "Somehow you avoided madness during that
unimaginable span of years. . . . I'm
forty-one now, and sometimes I feel bloodless, one of the walking dead, when I
remember how it used to be when I was young and naive. And your lifespan
is a hundred times that."
"When I try to wrap my mind around that, or what it was like for the
Tribunal, I can't. You would think they would be like amnesiacs, not
remembering their lives before the last century of them."
"I'm probably going to lose Anya over this. What remains when human
or elven desires are taken away? And when mortality loses its hold over
you. I can't compete with what Dayla has given her."
"You don't have to answer, Slyvos. Somehow Loranna saved you, and
you chose the flesh again. Fatherhood again, and growing old with the
woman you love by your side. I'm glad that it worked out that way."
Shaka rose from the chair. "I should probably get back out there and
try to help defend the city, should the wolf come to its gates. Thanks
though."
"One thing. Despite all I've seen, including the Spheres of the
Gods, I still don't know what to expect when I'm gone. What was it all
for, and is there anything after. Maybe nothing after, maybe Oblivion."
[849]
"don't worry, being a vampire isn't exactly the same as what i was...
don't give up hope on her, Shaka." he said, getting up and putting a hand
on the argonian's shoulder with a concerned look on his face. "just
remember, and I can't stress this enough: do not give up.... and about what
happens after death, don't worry about it too much, just enjoy what you have.
And don't forget the armor, while you're at it." He let go of Shaka's
shoulder, glancing indicatively to the armor with a 'it's waiting' look. [850]
A package arrived for
Grand Duchess Loranna Pyrel of Ald Raathim. Attached to the front was a note:
I won't hurt her...yet.
-A friend
The note was written in blood, and looking inside gave a clue as to whose that
might be.
Enclosed in the package were a single blue jewel and a bloody knife. [851]
[852] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 3 2006, 08:22 PM)
[853] Slashes tried to avoid politics, but understood them enough. "Very well, welcome to the service of Ald Raathim. See Llieutenant Falisan for your assignments for now Sargent. You will have a squad under your command. If you prove yourself, you will quickly rise in the ranks I think." Slashes called out to the warriors with him, they had stood perrfectly still the whole time, looking like statues. "Company forward!"
[855]
As the column of soldiers marched off into the barracks, Valerius couldn't help
notice their amazing discipline. Better than some of the Legion troops he had
seen in his day.
Seargent. Not a bad spot at all, considering. He hadn't expected to start out
that high, not by a long shot. He headed over to Leiutenant Falisan for his
orders. He sincerely hoped that he'd have time to aquiant himself with his men,
he knew the loyalty that new officers like himself usually got during their
first command, which wasn't much. [856]
[857] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 3 2006, 10:26 PM)
[858] "don't worry, being a vampire isn't exactly the same as what i was... don't give up hope on her, Shaka." he said, getting up and putting a hand on the argonian's shoulder. "just remember, and I can't stress this enough: do not give up.... and about what happens after death, don't worry about it too much, just enjoy what you have. And don't forget the armor, while you're at it."
[860]
"Thanks, Slyvos," said the Argonian, and took the bundled armor.
"I hope you and Loranna will consider setting a Mark somewhere safe, as an
escape should the city fall."
"Knowing her, she'll want to stay and perish with her people. But what
Loranna represents is more important than our lives. Ald Raathim proved you
could have a free and diverse people, not maintained on the backs of
slaves."
Shaka left to look for Anya.[861]
[862] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:20 PM)
[863] "That's because
friend Anya doesn't like to talk about herself as much." Anya said, with a
half-smile.
"I had a rough and tumble life. One thing lead to another and I ended up
more or less fending for myself. I never actually bothered with the Theive's
Guild, though I stole plenty to keep myself alive. If anything, the closet
organization I was closest to was the Morag Tong." Anya shook her head as
she thought back.
[865]
Kiseena nodded as she listened. "Kiseena has never joined the Guild
either," she mentions. "Kiseena has... hard time keeping
friends."
She frowns a bit, but hides it in the glass as she finishes her drink. [866]
[867] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 08:42 PM)
[868] Kiseena nodded as she
listened. "Kiseena has never joined the Guild either," she mentions.
"Kiseena has... hard time keeping friends."
She frowns a bit, but hides it in the glass as she finishes her drink.
[870]
Anya frowned, and waved for another drink for Kiseena, "Why is that? I
know just being a theif doesn't keep you from having friends."[871]
[872] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:46 PM)
[873] Anya frowned, and waved for another drink for Kiseena, "Why is that? I know just being a theif doesn't keep you from having friends."
[875]
"People tend to talk down to Kiseena," the khajiit said, licking her
lips and whiskers. "And some friends do not like Kiseena once they know of
Kiseena's other occupation. Acrobatics is entertaining... inquisitive fingers
not as much."
She looked up at Anya, one of her ears giving a flick. "And Kiseena
usually does not stay in one town too long." [876]
The shows had been
particularily dead today, considering the fact most everyone else was preparing
it was not surprising, but Vanyel still managed to be rather put down by the
lack of attendance. Vanyel strolled into the Nymph, looking for a drink and
perhaps a stranger to charm over to cheer himself up, and was quite surprised
to see his fellow acrobat Kiseena sitting at a table with a shady figure. He
laughed inwardly, musing over a thousand little absurd conspiracies in his head
before making his way towards the Khajiit. A small playful smile crossed his
face as he spoke to her,"'Ello Kis, what shadowly deviance are you up to
with this ever so mysterious fellow? Eh?"
He put on a mock sad face, "I am so hurt that you would not include me in
this little meeting, I thought we were friends? Do you not trust me
anymore?" [877]
[878] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 08:49 PM)
[879] "People tend to
talk down to Kiseena," the khajiit said, licking her lips and whiskers.
"And some friends do not like Kiseena once they know of Kiseena's other
occupation. Acrobatics is entertaining... inquisitive fingers not as
much."
She looked up at Anya, one of her ears giving a flick. "And Kiseena
usually does not stay in one town too long."
[881]
Anya laughed, "If your fingers become too inguisitive near me, you'll
loose them pretty quick. So no worries there."
Anya winked at Kiseena, "And you've been here for what, almost a year now?
So..." [882]
[883] QUOTE(Thief On A Leash @ Jan 3 2006, 09:52 PM)
[884] The shows had been
particularily dead today, considering the fact most everyone else was preparing
it was not surprising, but Vanyel still managed to be rather put down by the
lack of attendance. Vanyel strolled into the Nymph, looking for a drink and
perhaps a stranger to charm over to cheer himself up, and was quite surprised
to see his fellow acrobat Kiseena sitting at a table with a shady figure. He
laughed inwardly, musing over a thousand little absurd conspiracies in his head
before making his way towards the Khajiit. A small playful smile crossed his
face as he spoke to her,"'Ello Kis, what shadowly deviance are you up to
with this ever so mysterious fellow? Eh?"
He put on a mock sad face, "I am so hurt that you would not include me in
this little meeting, I thought we were friends? Do you not trust me
anymore?"
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 09:56 PM)
[888] Anya laughed, "If
your fingers become too inguisitive near me, you'll loose them pretty quick. So
no worries there."
Anya winked at Kiseena, "And you've been here for what, almost a year now?
So..."
[890]
"Kiseena came for the shelter, but stayed for the septims," the
khajiit purred. "Though they are finding Kiseena's pockets in ever-fewer
numbers as of late."
Kiseena smirked, her tail lightly bapping Vanyel. "Friend Vanyel is
blowing Kiseena's cover!" she said playfully. With her kitten grin, she
looked back at Anya. "Friend Anya, meet Vanyel, also from the arena."
[891]
"Hello Vanyel.
Don't worry about any deviance, I'm sure Kiseena wouldn't want to try anything
with me." Anya said, winking at the two.
"Have a seat if you wish, Kiseena and I were just swapping life
stories." Anya looked at Kiseena, "Septims, I'd suspect the arena
would provide more, considering Ald Raathim attracts more and more everyday. I
wouldn't doubt you'd be well off, if you didn't have an aversion to sticking
your neck out. Just be careful what you do to get them, friend Kiseena. I'm
sure you're familar with the Butcher of the Bay." [892]
[893] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 10:25 PM)
[894] "Hello Vanyel.
Don't worry about any deviance, I'm sure Kiseena wouldn't want to try anything
with me." Anya said, winking at the two.
"Have a seat if you wish, Kiseena and I were just swapping life
stories." Anya looked at Kiseena, "Septims, I'd suspect the arena
would provide more, considering Ald Raathim attracts more and more everyday. I
wouldn't doubt you'd be well off, if you didn't have an aversion to sticking
your neck out. Just be careful what you do to get them, friend Kiseena. I'm
sure you're familar with the Butcher of the Bay."
[896]
Kiseena shakes her head lightly, tensing a moment before Vanyel goes to get a
drink. "Friend Vanyel does not yet know of Kiseena's other job," she
said quickly, once he was out of earshot. "And attendance at the arena is
lessening lately, as well. The longer this civil unrest goes, the more nervous
people become. Even Kiseena."
Letting out a breath, the khajiit relaxed some. "Like Kiseena said,
Kiseena does not wish to make Ald Raathim change from being a haven," she
mentions. "Kiseena has not pinched a drake, though the want is still
there." [897]
[898] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 09:35 PM)
[899] Kiseena shakes her
head lightly, tensing a moment before Vanyel goes to get a drink. "Friend
Vanyel does not yet know of Kiseena's other job," she said quickly, once
he was out of earshot. "And attendance at the arena is lessening lately, as
well. The longer this civil unrest goes, the more nervous people become. Even
Kiseena."
Letting out a breath, the khajiit relaxed some. "Like Kiseena said,
Kiseena does not wish to make Ald Raathim change from being a haven," she
mentions. "Kiseena has not pinched a drake, though the want is still
there."
[901]
"I'm sorry, I'll keep a tighter reign on it from now on." Anya said.
She leaned back, her glass still full, "Um, look, as you know, Ald Raathim
is embroiled in a civil war. Tell you what. I might be able to get you in so
you can work jobs for the Duchess. If you're willing to kill the occasional
Redoran soldier or two or... hundred, you could pinch all the coins or
valuables needed from them, and get paid for the work you did. If it makes you
feel better, you could only take jobs working with me."
Anya tossed Kiseena a wink, "And if the urge ever gets too strong, I could
always take you to another city through the mages guild, you know, a girls
night out." [902]
[903] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 10:40 PM)
[904] "I'm sorry, I'll
keep a tighter reign on it from now on." Anya said.
She leaned back, her glass still full, "Um, look, as you know, Ald Raathim
is embroiled in a civil war. Tell you what. I might be able to get you in so
you can work jobs for the Duchess. If you're willing to kill the occasional
Redoran soldier or two or... hundred, you could pinch all the coins or
valuables needed from them, and get paid for the work you did. If it makes you
feel better, you could only take jobs working with me."
Anya tossed Kiseena a wink, "And if the urge ever gets too strong, I could
always take you to another city through the mages guild, you know, a girls
night out."
[906]
The kitten grin returned quickly. "Kiseena likes the sound of a girl's
night out," she murred. "Otherwise... Kiseena must think. On one side
is danger, on the other is the aquisition of more things of a shiney
nature."
A faint rumbling purr of thinking emenated from her throat. "Does friend
Anya come here often?" Kiseena asked. "So that Kiseena knows how to
find Anya after tonight." [907]
[908] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 09:44 PM)
[909] The kitten grin
returned quickly. "Kiseena likes the sound of a girl's night out,"
she murred. "Otherwise... Kiseena must think. On one side is danger, on
the other is the aquisition of more things of a shiney nature."
A faint rumbling purr of thinking emenated from her throat. "Does friend
Anya come here often?" Kiseena asked. "So that Kiseena knows how to
find Anya after tonight."
[911]
Anya fell silent for a moment, wondering what to say. The only reason she came
her was to enjoy herself with a few drinks, here nearly every night unwinding,
though she supposed she could still have a decent time despite not drinking.
Anya frowned, "I used to frequent here, but I don't know if I will in the
future. Tell you what, if you to see me, just ask around. I'll find you. Here
is the best place to start." [912]
[913] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 10:53 PM)
[914] Anya fell silent for a
moment, wondering what to say. The only reason she came her was to enjoy
herself with a few drinks, here nearly every night unwinding, though she
supposed she could still have a decent time despite not drinking.
Anya frowned, "I used to frequent here, but I don't know if I will in the
future. Tell you what, if you to see me, just ask around. I'll find you. Here
is the best place to start."
[916]
Kiseena nodded lightly, though her smile had diminished. To an arena-dancer who
didn't know much about Anya, this answer seemed a bit of a brush-off. But
knowing Anya might notice her change in expression, she tried to change the
subject.
"Friend Anya has not drank much tonight," she mentioned, bobbing her
head toward the nearly-full glass. [917]
[918] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 09:58 PM)
[919] Kiseena nodded
lightly, though her smile had diminished. To an arena-dancer who didn't know
much about Anya, this answer seemed a bit of a brush-off. But knowing Anya
might notice her change in expression, she tried to change the subject.
"Friend Anya has not drank much tonight," she mentioned, bobbing her
head toward the nearly-full glass.
[921]
Anya noticed the her expression change, but put in the back of her mind for the
moment. She looked at her glass when Kiseena made the comment, I wonder what
she would do if I told her... It's a good thing I can hide my image so well.
"I, ah, don't feel thirsty like I thought I was. Sometimes drink isn't
what you need, you know?" Anya hoped to dodge the topic. Not this drink
anyway. [922]
[923] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 11:09 PM)
[924] Anya noticed the her
expression change, but put in the back of her mind for the moment. She looked
at her glass when Kiseena made the comment, I wonder what she would do if I
told her... It's a good thing I can hide my image so well.
"I, ah, don't feel thirsty like I thought I was. Sometimes drink isn't
what you need, you know?" Anya hoped to dodge the topic. Not this drink
anyway.
[926]
Kiseena nodded faintly. "Kiseena understands," she says. "Friend
Anya misses... the touch of another friend? A friend with a name, or just the
touch itself?" [927]
Loranna had woken up
early, after a late night speaking with various people and enjoying an all-too
brief interlude of music and dancing in Slyvos's arms, worrying about matters
small and personal before the sun rose once more.
Too swiftly, Magnus had risen; downing a fatigue potion, Loranna had jumped
onto the day's business with ferocity. Before she had finished breakfast, she
had spoken with Kallen about the various ideas and strategems her friends had
discussed the night before, several of which sounded ... more outlandish in the
light of day. Nonetheless, the two had set things in motion by the time Loranna
finished her morning meal.
Supplies to help set up the fortifications needed to be distributed; the castle
still had a decent amount of potions left over from the major construction
period. Prioities had to be set; with no idea how long they had before the
forces of Ald Sotha made their way to the mainland, the most sensitive places
had to be fortified first. Scout patrols were increased and Loranna herself
went to speak with Zadion after breakfast to request the Mage Guild's help in
putting various ieas into action.
By the time she finished speaking with Zadion, and then with Egalius Soccitus
and the fort commanders of the newly-constructed Imperial forts of Ald Raathim
and the commanders directing the fortification efforts, it was just about time
for a mead, preferably one with a generous helping of fatigue potion and a bit
of fruit if at all possible. So the Duchess, clad in her midnight blue robe,
leaning on her ebony staff, made her way to the Nymph and Noggin, smiling
wearily as various patrons greeted her and asked about her unborn child and
sought reassurance about the real state of the threat.[928]
[929] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 10:12 PM)
[930] Kiseena nodded faintly. "Kiseena understands," she says. "Friend Anya misses... the touch of another friend? A friend with a name, or just the touch itself?"
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 3 2006, 10:13 PM)
[934] So the Duchess, clad in her midnight blue robe, leaning on her ebony staff, made her way to the Nymph and Noggin, smiling wearily as various patrons greeted her and asked about her unborn child and sought reassurance about the real state of the threat.
[936]
"E'heh, well... um... ehhhh... Loranna hi!" Anya quickly changed the
subject, thankfully glad she couldn't blush, "Come here, I have someone
you might want to meet. One of the acrobats from teh arena, Kiseena." [937]
In the Nymph and
Noggin there was a corner. Several in fact, but this one was special. This
corner was inexplicably in shadow, as if the lights of the rooms had been made
to steer away from it. In that corner, well shaded sat a cloaked figure. He had
a lute, and with his lute to keep the time and melody he sang a song.
In days long past and barely remembered
Ald Raathim was governed by a Khajiit due his inheritance
Who freed the slaves who were fellows of his kind
Long before came Loranna and with rumors of Azurites
What was the name of this Khajiit, you ask?
Who ruled this land before to Loranna’s hand it passed
It is Lord Jazbet of course, who even now remains
But only a shell and of much different mind
After having taken Lady Loranna to wife
So don’t be so fast at praises undue
Know that this is not an unprecedented rule
There comes to us the trembles of war
And war is waging even now on Vvardenfell
Good cheer and fine drink are both good in their time
But this eve is waning and the blood-dawn to rise
With that the singer vanished, but the last chord of his lute reverberated in
the tavern. The sound echoed softly, so that not all would hear it, unless they
were of the type to listen.
A few moments later, Arynel walked in the door.
[938]
[939] QUOTE(Arynel @ Jan 4 2006, 12:18 AM)
[940] In the Nymph and
Noggin there was a corner. Several in fact, but this one was
special. This corner was inexplicably in shadow, as if the lights of the
rooms had been made to steer away from it. In that corner, well shaded
sat a cloaked figure. He had a lute, and with his lute to keep the time
and melody he sang a song.
In days long past and barely remembered
Ald Raathim was governed by a Khajiit due his inheritance
Who freed the slaves who were fellows of his kind
Long before came Loranna and with rumors of Azurites
What was the name of this Khajiit, you ask?
Who ruled this land before to Loranna’s hand it passed
It is Lord Jazbet of course, who even now remains
But only a shell and of much different mind
After having taken Lady Loranna to wife
So don’t be so fast at praises undue
Know that this is not an unprecedented rule
There comes to us the trembles of war
And war is waging even now on Vvardenfell
Good cheer and fine drink are both good in their time
But this eve is waning and the blood-dawn to rise
With that the singer vanished, but the last chord of his lute reverberated in
the tavern. The sound echoed softly, so that not all would hear it,
unless they were of the type to listen.
A few moments later, Arynel walked in the door.
[942]
Loranna smiles a bit at the song coming from the corner, and she hums a small
snatch of a Khajiit melody and mutters "And he was dashing even when he
was evil to the core too ..." to herself.
One patron mutters darkly "Back in High Rock singing a song like that when
the local lady stepped in would get a man in trouble ..." Loranna,
however, pays that dour Breton no mind, as she's already turning and smiling at
Arynel. "Hail and well met dear ..."[943]
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 4 2006, 12:17 AM)
[944] "E'heh, well... um... ehhhh... Loranna hi!" Anya quickly changed the subject, thankfully glad she couldn't blush, "Come here, I have someone you might want to meet. One of the acrobats from teh arena, Kiseena."
[946]
Hearing Anya's voice, Loranna turns and smiles, a warm smile with a hint of
surprise. "Anya; good morning! And hello to your friend Kiseena as
well," she says, walking toward Anya's table.
"Greetings Kiseena; I'm Dres Loranna Pyrel. A pleasure to meet you; I hope
the day finds you in good cheer despite the shadows looming on the
horizon," she says.[947]
[948] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 3 2006, 11:17 PM)
[949] "E'heh, well... um... ehhhh... Loranna hi!" Anya quickly changed the subject, thankfully glad she couldn't blush, "Come here, I have someone you might want to meet. One of the acrobats from teh arena, Kiseena."
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 3 2006, 11:13 PM)
[953] Hearing Anya's voice,
Loranna turns and smiles, a warm smile with a hint of surprise. "Anya; good
morning! And hello to your friend Kiseena as well," she says, walking
toward Anya's table.
"Greetings Kiseena; I'm Dres Loranna Pyrel. A pleasure to meet you; I hope
the day finds you in good cheer despite the shadows looming on the
horizon," she says.
[955]
"Loranna? Where has Kiseena heard..." The khajiit's words were cut
short, realizing who it was that had just shown up, and been asked to meet her.
"Mother Ahnissi," she murmured, her tail frizzing out just a bit. She
never thought she'd meet the Duchess herself, and felt woefully unprepaired.
Sitting up a touch straighter, Kiseena tried to hide her frizzy tail under the
table. "The night has warmed as if touched by warm sunlight for
Kiseena," she mewed. "First the meeting of new friend Anya, and now
the meeting of Miss Loranna." Unsure how to finish, she gave a little bow,
thankful she couldn't blush either. [956]
[957] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 4 2006, 12:28 AM)
[958] "Loranna? Where
has Kiseena heard..." The khajiit's words were cut short, realizing who it
was that had just shown up, and been asked to meet her. "Mother
Ahnissi," she murmured, her tail frizzing out just a bit. She never
thought she'd meet the Duchess herself, and felt woefully unprepaired.
Sitting up a touch straighter, Kiseena tried to hide her frizzy tail under the
table. "The night has warmed as if touched by warm sunlight for
Kiseena," she mewed. "First the meeting of new friend Anya, and now
the meeting of Miss Loranna." Unsure how to finish, she gave a little bow,
thankful she couldn't blush either.
[960]
Loranna smiles, though her eyes flicker over at Anya with curiosity. The
Duchess doesn't voice her thoughts at the moment, however, instead turning back
to Kiseena and saying "Anya is a good person to have as a friend; I
consider myself blessed to be able to count her as mine." A little more
informally, she says "You don't need to worry about protocol too much
around me dear; truth be told I'm still learning some of it myself."
She winks, and grins, her tearstreaks catching the light and giving her face an
impish cast for a brief moment. She beckons a serving girl to bring her a mead
and asks "So, what have the two of you been talking about, may I ask?
Anything interesting going on this morning down here at the harbor?"[961]
Gladro walked around
the city pondering the structures. He found himself in a daze, never before had
he been in such a strange commulation of people. After rummaging through his
bag, Gladro found his mother's locket.
"Mom, I have heard of Father's travels. Strange as it may seem, but he
seemed to be searching for something... I hope it was worth the time away. I
will tell him of your love and passing if i shall ever find him."
Gladro then sprinted towards the nearest Mages Guild, he found there was a
robust amount of go-abouts there. [962]
[963] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 3 2006, 11:50 PM)
[964] Loranna smiles, though
her eyes flicker over at Anya with curiosity. The Duchess doesn't voice
her thoughts at the moment, however, instead turning back to Kiseena and saying
"Anya is a good person to have as a friend; I consider myself blessed to
be able to count her as mine." A little more informally, she says
"You don't need to worry about protocol too much around me dear; truth be
told I'm still learning some of it myself."
She winks, and grins, her tearstreaks catching the light and giving her face an
impish cast for a brief moment. She beckons a serving girl to bring her a
mead and asks "So, what have the two of you been talking about, may I
ask? Anything interesting going on this morning down here at the
harbor?"
[966]
"Kiseena and Anya were talking of nothing important," the khajiit
said. "Past occupations and such." She really had no idea what to say
- she and Anya had mostly been talking about less-than-legal things, and that
wasn't something you talked about around people in very high places. [967]
Shaka walked to the
Nymph and Noggin with Anya's armor in his gear bag. When he saw the Bosmer
talking to Loranna and a Khajiit, he paused a moment in surprise. Reminds me of
Ahnassi somehow, he thought.
The Argonian shook his head, and tried to clear away the ghosts of the past.
Shaka walked to Anya and unslung the bag. "Duchess," he said to
Loranna, and inclined his head.[968]
[969] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 10:54 PM)
[970] "Kiseena and Anya were talking of nothing important," the khajiit said. "Past occupations and such." She really had no idea what to say - she and Anya had mostly been talking about less-than-legal things, and that wasn't something you talked about around people in very high places.
[972]
Anya giggled and winked at Loranna, "Something like that. We were just
becoming fast friends. We share similar interests."[973]
QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 3 2006, 10:54 PM)
[974] Shaka walked to the
Nymph and Noggin with Anya's armor in his gear bag. When he saw the
Bosmer talking to Loranna and a Khajiit, he paused a moment in surprise.
Reminds me of Ahnassi somehow, he thought.
The Argonian shook his head, and tried to clear away the ghosts of the
past. Shaka walked to Anya and unslung the bag.
"Duchess," he said to Loranna, and inclined his head.
[976]
"Shaka! How are you?" Anya glanced at the bag, "What's that? Is
that what I think it is? Oh, Shaka, this is Kiseena, one of the acrobats from
the arena. Kiseena, this is Shaka; my, er, boyfriend."[977]
The mages guild seemed
to be full of curiosities. But Gladro put them aside to find the current
events. A apprentice of the guild looked terribly troubled.
"What is the trouble" Gladro said
"No troubles with me, , the trouble seems to be with the whole empire. The
houses fight for petty land. The empire uses mechanisms that even Sil would be
envious. The whole world is either going to destroy itself, and I STILL HAVEN'T
BEEN ABLE TO FIGURE OUT THE SECRET OF THE LEVITATION SPELL!"
Gladro laughed at the man's knowledge. Even the smallest child knew how to
levitate.
"Do you speak the truth?", Gladro asked.
"BY THE 9!" said the apprentice.
And with that Gladro was off to find out what preperations were in order. [978]
[979] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 4 2006, 12:01 AM)
[980] Anya giggled and
winked at Loranna, "Something like that. We were just becoming fast
friends. We share similar interests."
"Shaka! How are you?" Anya glanced at the bag, "What's that? Is
that what I think it is? Oh, Shaka, this is Kiseena, one of the acrobats from
the arena. Kiseena, this is Shaka; my, er, boyfriend."
[982]
Kiseena's ears perked faintly. So many people were coming over to Anya's table.
She must be a very popular bosmer. "Kiseena greets Shaka," she said
softly, her hands toying over her empty glass. [983]
[984] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 4 2006, 01:15 AM)
[985] Kiseena's ears perked faintly. So many people were coming over to Anya's table. She must be a very popular bosmer. "Kiseena greets Shaka," she said softly, her hands toying over her empty glass.
[987]
"Hello dear," Loranna says to Shaka, smiling. "How does the day
greet you?"
She looks over at Kiseena, saying "Are you still thirsty? Let me get youa
drink, dear."[988]
[989] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 4 2006, 01:15 AM)
[990] Kiseena's ears perked faintly. So many people were coming over to Anya's table. She must be a very popular bosmer. "Kiseena greets Shaka," she said softly, her hands toying over her empty glass.
[992]
"Good to meet you, Kiseena," said Shaka, and took the bundled armor
from the bag, giving it to Anya. "Yes, Slyvos finished working on your
armor . . . . But it looks as if you're already up and around." His
questioning look would be caught by Anya: you're walking around in daylight
even without the armor?
"Boyfriend . . . . That's kind of flattering, Anya. Number-One Wife,"
he added lightly. It was a private joke between him and the Bosmer, though
perhaps not really a joke.
"I should probably get to the outer walls of the city and help work on
them. Duchess, the day isn't too bad so far, all things considered. I had a
good talk with Slyvos."[993]
[994] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 4 2006, 12:17 AM)
[995] "Hello
dear," Loranna says to Shaka, smiling. "How does the day greet
you?"
She looks over at Kiseena, saying "Are you still thirsty? Let me get
youa drink, dear."
[997]
"But... Loranna should not get drinks for Kiseena," the khajiit said,
a touch confused. "If anything, Kiseena should get drinks for
Loranna..." But dispite her words, she still offered her glass if Loranna
were to take it.
"Friend Anya knows Loranna," Kiseena thought. "Perhaps
Kiseena should not have told Anya of her other job..." [998]
[999] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 3 2006, 11:23 PM)
[1000] "Good to meet
you, Kiseena," said Shaka, and took the bundled armor from the bag, giving
it to Anya. "Yes, Slyvos finished working on your armor .
. . . But it looks as if you're already up and around."
His questioning look would be caught by Anya: you're walking around in
daylight even without the armor?
"Boyfriend . . . . That's kind of flattering, Anya. Number-One
Wife," he added lightly. It was a private joke between him and
the Bosmer, though perhaps not really a joke.
"I should probably get to the outer walls of the city and help work on
them. Duchess, the day isn't too bad so far, all things
considered. I had a good talk with Slyvos."
[1002]
"Oh, thanks for dropping it by, I'll take it back to my room later. I did
a little... shopping of my own." she said, tapping the bracers she was
wearing. She smiled at him, "At least I'm number one."[1003]
QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 3 2006, 11:33 PM)
[1004] "But... Loranna
should not get drinks for Kiseena," the khajiit said, a touch confused.
"If anything, Kiseena should get drinks for Loranna..." But dispite
her words, she still offered her glass if Loranna were to take it.
"Friend Anya knows Loranna," Kiseena thought. "Perhaps
Kiseena should not have told Anya of her other job..."
[1006]
Anya leaned over to Kiseena, and whispered, "Loranna isn't the formal
type, she meant that when she said it. And she already knows of my occupation,
so don't look so tensed up." [1007]
[1008] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 4 2006, 01:39 AM)
[1009] "Oh, thanks for
dropping it by, I'll take it back to my room later. I did a little... shopping
of my own." she said, tapping the bracers she was wearing. She smiled at
him, "At least I'm number one."
Anya leaned over to Kiseena, and whispered, "Loranna isn't the formal
type, she meant that when she said it. And she already knows of my occupation,
so don't look so tensed up."
[1011]
"I'd like to hear about the bracers, Anya. Maybe later," he said, and
squeezed her hand.
As Shaka looked at his friends in the tavern, at this and other tables, he felt
a sudden forboding, a nostalgia for a past that hadn't rolled around yet.
"Take care, Duchess, everyone." Shaka left for the walls, needing
something to keep his mind off the army he had seen in Ald Sotha.[1012]
[1013] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 4 2006, 01:47 AM)
[1014] "I'd like to
hear about the bracers, Anya. Maybe later," he said, and squeezed
her hand.
As Shaka looked at his friends in the tavern, at this and other tables, he felt
a sudden forboding, a nostalgia for a past that hadn't rolled around yet.
"Take care, Duchess, everyone." Shaka left for the walls,
needing something to keep his mind off the army he had seen in Ald Sotha.
[1016]
Loranna smiles sadly at Shaka. "Take care dear," she says as she has
a barmaid refill Kiseena's glass.
"I'm afraid I can't linger overlong myself," she says, sipping her
mead. "Still plenty to do today, unfortunately. It was good to meet you
though Kiseena; I hope when things aren't so hectic we'll have a chance to talk
more, and to enjoy your performances in the Arena." [1017]
[1018] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 4 2006, 12:39 AM)
[1019] Anya leaned over to Kiseena, and whispered, "Loranna isn't the formal type, she meant that when she said it. And she already knows of my occupation, so don't look so tensed up."
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 4 2006, 12:52 AM)
[1023] Loranna smiles sadly
at Shaka. "Take care dear," she says as she has a barmaid
refill Kiseena's glass.
"I'm afraid I can't linger overlong myself," she says, sipping her
mead. "Still plenty to do today, unfortunately. It was good to
meet you though Kiseena; I hope when things aren't so hectic we'll have a
chance to talk more, and to enjoy your performances in the Arena."
[1025]
Kiseena nodded with a soft smile to both Anya and Loranna. "Kiseena hopes
to see both Loranna and Anya again soon," she said honestly. [1026]
Gladro enters the street and tries to find his use. As a axe wielder, he is stout,and as a drifter he is charasmatic, so he helps with heavy lifting and reassuring the meek. [1027]
[1028] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 4 2006, 01:57 AM)
[1029] Kiseena nodded with a soft smile to both Anya and Loranna. "Kiseena hopes to see both Loranna and Anya again soon," she said honestly.
[1031]
Loranna finishes her mead and smiles back at Anya and Kiseena. "Nine be
with you dears," she says, before heading back out to the multitue of work
remaining.
===
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