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:
PLEASE READ THE
FOLLOWING, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE NEW!!!
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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!
===
IMPORTANT: WE HAVE
JUMPED SIX MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE; IT IS NOW MID YEAR IN THE RP (i.e., June)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/mapofmorrowind2.jpg is a map
provided by Shardie showing the current division of territory between the
forces loyal to the crown and the rebels in Morrowind.
===
Summary for Loranna: Ald Raathim is invaded; the enemy has breached the outer
walls and are pouring into our streets. Many have already died, and the Redoran
and their damnable fabricants keep coming ... [1]
Summary for P'Rassha
Just in time, the 9 foot tall Cathay-raht Khajiit, managed to climb down the
wall the the main courtyard before Ald Raathim protection was blown into
pieces. The adventuring storyteller is now witnessing an army of Fabricants and
Redoran soldiers storming in his direction. [2]
[3] QUOTE(dentris @ Jan 5 2006, 07:41 PM)
[4] P'Rassha tapped on Isidor's shoulder and
pointed into the crabs direction.
"Care to protect the breaching wall. If you do, follow P'Rassha."
Isidor discovered how fast the muscular Khajiit could run.
[6]
Isidor nodded, and sped after the khajiit.
ooc:[7]
QUOTE(dentris @ Jan 5 2006, 08:02 PM)
[8] Summary for P'Rassha
Just in time, the 9 foot tall Cathay-raht Khajiit, managed to climb down the
wall the the main courtyard before Ald Raathim protection was blown into
pieces. The adventuring storyteller is now witnessing an army of Fabricants and
Redoran soldiers storming in his direction.
[10]
Isidor's standing next to P'Rashaa, holding his axe, waiting for whatever
[censored] comes next ... [11]
Summay:
Valerius is waiting to receive the Redoran attack. Reeds is somewhere in this
chaos near the Quartermaster office.[12]
Summary: Shaka, an
Argonian battlemage, is fighting near the breached outer walls of the city.
Shaka was snarling, the Argonian side of him fully unleashed. It had never
seemed real until this day, that the war would come to Ald Raathim's streets.
Somehow he had always expected to retire someday, a Redguard with a fishpond
and a cabin. Maybe a family too.
The people of Ald Raathim and their Imperial allies would have to fight almost
house-to-house, but a retreat seemed inevitable.
[13]
OOC Summary
Reichi has leapt into the fray, so to speak, and is engaging the enmy, soldier
and fabricant alike, in melee combat. [14]
Summary for Kiseena
War had arrived at Ald Raathim's doorsteps. Dispite her best efforts, Kiseena
was not able to get her things in time to join Anya on the scouting mission
outside the city walls. Instead, she made for the wall nearest the battle, and
fought alongside another she'd recently met, Shaka.
Just as she was burned badly by burning oil dropped from parraptons, Anya found
them. She helped heal Kiseena, and now the khajiit is sticking close to her
friend as ordered, picking off what enemies she can. [15]
Slashes-With-Claws,
commander of the armed forces of Ald Raathim, gives an argonian war cry and
charges with his men into the fray. He swings his sword wildly, slicing and
hacking through armor and flesh. Blood covering his armor.
Hissing and screaching he beheads another enemy. As he gives a signal to his
men with his left hand, he feels a sharp pain from it. He loks to see only four
claws, the end of his left ringfinger missing, blood trikling from the wound.
He quickly heals the injury, the flesh covers over the exposed joint, but the
claw does not regrow. It enrages him further, fighting like a wild animal, the
smell of blood and feel of combat driving his attacks with an amazing speed and
fury.
Jei-Set is upon the south wall, unloading his quiver at the attacking Redoran. [16]
'Its too easy' Vaden
said, a concerned look apon his face, 'Too darn easy... they have fallen back
from the walls, correct?'
'Yes, sir, we have breached the outer walls in many a place, and our troops are
flooding the city. There are fires caused by Parrapton Bombers all over the
city. We may not even have to go to phase two and three'
'Its going too well. Im not going to cancel the plan just because things seem
to be going our way' Vaden leant back on the command crab, 'Order the men to
restrain thier attack, this could be an enemy ruse'
His soldier, looking somewhat shocked at this act, moved down to the
communications pod, and issued the order [17]
Back to back, Isidor and
P'Rassha soon clashed with the first wave of soldiers. Their axes were deadly.
The Dunmers probably didn't expect excellent axemanship to be the second wall
of resistance between them and their victory.
P'Rassha used his speed and Gargantuan axe to keep the enemies from
overwhelming them, chopping two redorans at the same time. The enemies stopped
for a time, impressed by the display of strength. It was just enough for
P'Rassha to grab one Redoran by the head to break his neck. [18]
Summary:
Slyvos just, rather hopelessly, attempted to save a dunmer woman's husband from
being killed in the crossfire within the city streets. Again, this was a
hopeless endevor, as he learned too late that the man was dead, his bleeding,
arrow blasted corpse strewn across the ground in a grotesque and morbid
fashion.
And now, our magely hero had no choice, but to return to the castle, a defeated
look in his eyes, and his tail between his legs at having failed to be able to
help out... and yet how was this different from any other death, any other
innocent person that was slaughtered amidst the carnage? As he contemplated
this, he pulled out a Recall potion, chugging it down so he could return to his
study, and quickly back into the main room, where Loranna and the dunmer woman
were..
"I'm... sorry. He was dead, before I got there." He said, looking
almost frightened. "and Loranna... they've broken past the wall. I'd give
it about a few minutes, before the castle itself may be under seige..." [19]
Summary: Anya is engaging the Redoran army on the ground.[20]
QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 5 2006, 07:06 PM)
[21] Summary: Shaka, an Argonian
battlemage, is fighting near the breached outer walls of the city.
Shaka was snarling, the Argonian side of him fully unleashed. It had
never seemed real until this day, that the war would come to Ald Raathim's
streets. Somehow he had always expected to retire someday, a Redguard
with a fishpond and a cabin. Maybe a family too.
The people of Ald Raathim and their Imperial allies would have to fight almost
house-to-house, but a retreat seemed inevitable.
QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 5 2006, 07:07 PM)
[25] Summary for Kiseena
War had arrived at Ald Raathim's doorsteps. Dispite her best efforts, Kiseena
was not able to get her things in time to join Anya on the scouting mission
outside the city walls. Instead, she made for the wall nearest the battle, and
fought alongside another she'd recently met, Shaka.
Just as she was burned badly by burning oil dropped from parraptons, Anya found
them. She helped heal Kiseena, and now the khajiit is sticking close to her
friend as ordered, picking off what enemies she can.
[27]
Anya grabbed Kiseena, yanking her back as a Redoran cleaved the space were she
was just fighting. She smiled, "Watch yourself, dear." Anya killed
him quickly, spearing him.
Anya gutted another soldier that got to close, with her hand. Her spear whirled
as she blocked others, and stabbed some more. She wasn't tired yet. She didn't
get tired from this anymore.
Anya held a feral smile, "Enjoying yourself, Shaka?" [28]
Summary
Pythus Angelicus, Imperial emissary of King Helseth of Morrowind is in Ald
Raathim, receiving intelligence from his commander through his mirror link. He
has told Loranna that Mournhold as well as Ald Raathim is under siege.
Zadion, Archmagister of the Ald Raathim Mages Guild, is keeping his guild's
neutrality, though he has promised to allow refuges to use its Guild Guide if
the situation becomes desperate ... which it rapidly is ...
And Kethiah, ex-assassin, co-proprietor of the Nymph and Noggin, excise and
import/export liaison (and secretly the Spymaster) for Loranna, Duchess of Ald
Raathim, and newly wed wife of Isidor ...
The Nymph and Noggin
The tavern was a good place to stay for now. Kethiah could keep her eye on her
stepchildren while their father was fighting. It was frustrating to stay away
from the fight, but in her condition, seven months pregnant, it was wise ...
Besides, she could get additional intelligence from the merchants who were
taking refuge in the tavern, and pass the information on ... [29]
The sound of a war
horn pierces the in of battle. A Nordic war horn.
From their community within Ald Raathim, they come, bearing axes, swords, and
mighty hammers. Their faces painted with the woad of their forefathers, clad in
armor of fur and Nordic mail, they charge, singing war songs that drown out the
Redoran's battle cries.
They are, comparitively, few in number, especially compared to the enemy, but
looking upon the fierce men of the North is like looking upon the biting winds
of Skyrim itself; they smash into the encroaching invaders without fear, hammers
smashing into fabricants, axes lopping off bonemold-armored limbs, swords
clashing against shields and burying themselves into Dunmer bellies.
"No one - man, mer, or twisted sorcerer's toy - takes Ald Raathim while we
draw breath!" one burly, woad-covered Nord roars. "WE BEAT YOU DOWN
BEFORE, AND BY KYNE WE'LL DO IT AGAIN YOU DEVIL-WORSHIPPING SONS OF
BEETLES!!!OFF WITH YOU!!!"
For the first time, the Redorans at this one spot falter, and the soldiers of
Ald Raathim cheer ...[30]
[31] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 5 2006, 09:12 PM)
[32] [b]
Anya gutted another soldier that got to close, with her hand. Her spear whirled
as she blocked others, and stabbed some more. She wasn't tired yet. She didn't
get tired from this anymore.
Anya held a feral smile, "Enjoying yourself, Shaka?"
[34]
Shaka managed to smile back through his rage and fear. "As always, elf,
the present company is the best." He snapped a kick into a Redoran neck,
breaking it and spinning around to spear the soldier next to him before the
corpse hit the pavement.
They fought shoulder to shoulder in the street, gradually being pushed back but
delaying the enemy. Black smoke filled the sky as Ald Raathim burned around
them.
City of Light, City of Magic, thought Shaka.[35]
[36] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 08:18 PM)
[37] The sound of a war horn pierces the in of
battle. A Nordic war horn.
From their community within Ald Raathim, they come, bearing axes, swords, and
mighty hammers. Their faces painted with the woad of their forefathers,
clad in armor of fur and Nordic mail, they charge, singing war songs that drown
out the Redoran's battle cries.
They are, comparitively, few in number, especially compared to the enemy, but
looking upon the fierce men of the North is like looking upon the biting winds
of Skyrim itself; they smash into the encroaching invaders without fear,
hammers smashing into fabricants, axes lopping off bonemold-armored limbs,
swords clashing against shields and burying themselves into Dunmer bellies.
"No one - man, mer, or twisted sorcerer's toy - takes Ald Raathim while we
draw breath!" one burly, woad-covered Nord roars. "WE
BEAT YOU DOWN BEFORE, AND BY KYNE WE'LL DO IT AGAIN YOU DEVIL-WORSHIPPING SONS
OF BEETLES!!!OFF WITH YOU!!!"
For the first time, the Redorans at this one spot falter, and the soldiers of
Ald Raathim cheer ...
[39]
P'Rassha cut a redoran's leg in two and blocked an enemy blow with his left
paw. His opponents suddenly took a few step back, leaving Isidor and P'Rassha
some time to breathe. When the Khajiit finally realized what caused this, he
said:
"They are not as strong as they look, P'Rassha is probably twice as
strong. But P'Rassha likes the Nords even then."
He then charged the nearby Redoran and with a mighty blow, made him fly for a
few meters before he finally felt on the floor to never rise again.
"See, P'Rassha told you P'Rassha was stronger." [40]
[41] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 07:18 PM)
[42] The sound of a war horn pierces the in of
battle. A Nordic war horn.
From their community within Ald Raathim, they come, bearing axes, swords, and
mighty hammers. Their faces painted with the woad of their forefathers,
clad in armor of fur and Nordic mail, they charge, singing war songs that drown
out the Redoran's battle cries.
They are, comparitively, few in number, especially compared to the enemy, but
looking upon the fierce men of the North is like looking upon the biting winds
of Skyrim itself; they smash into the encroaching invaders without fear,
hammers smashing into fabricants, axes lopping off bonemold-armored limbs,
swords clashing against shields and burying themselves into Dunmer bellies.
"No one - man, mer, or twisted sorcerer's toy - takes Ald Raathim while we
draw breath!" one burly, woad-covered Nord roars. "WE
BEAT YOU DOWN BEFORE, AND BY KYNE WE'LL DO IT AGAIN YOU DEVIL-WORSHIPPING SONS
OF BEETLES!!!OFF WITH YOU!!!"
For the first time, the Redorans at this one spot falter, and the soldiers of
Ald Raathim cheer ...
[44]
Valerius was at 200 when the Nords appeared. He watched them smash into the
line and falter the dunmer. With a shout, Valerius charged into the dunmer line
at the break. Risking a glance back, he saw not only his remaining half dozen
of men, but a score more behind him. [45]
[46] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 12:18 PM)
[47] The sound of a war horn pierces the in of
battle. A Nordic war horn.
From their community within Ald Raathim, they come, bearing axes, swords, and
mighty hammers. Their faces painted with the woad of their forefathers,
clad in armor of fur and Nordic mail, they charge, singing war songs that drown
out the Redoran's battle cries.
They are, comparitively, few in number, especially compared to the enemy, but
looking upon the fierce men of the North is like looking upon the biting winds
of Skyrim itself; they smash into the encroaching invaders without fear,
hammers smashing into fabricants, axes lopping off bonemold-armored limbs,
swords clashing against shields and burying themselves into Dunmer bellies.
"No one - man, mer, or twisted sorcerer's toy - takes Ald Raathim while we
draw breath!" one burly, woad-covered Nord roars. "WE
BEAT YOU DOWN BEFORE, AND BY KYNE WE'LL DO IT AGAIN YOU DEVIL-WORSHIPPING SONS
OF BEETLES!!!OFF WITH YOU!!!"
For the first time, the Redorans at this one spot falter, and the soldiers of
Ald Raathim cheer ...
[49]
'Nords! there are nords comming at us!'
'Dont faulter, men, we have faced the nords before up north! Stay steady, they
are the ones claiming your homeland for themselves, so they should be slain!' A
triumphant cheer called out, as the reinforcements charged foward to meet the
nords. But the Leutenant was worried. He too had faced the Nords in the skirmishes
around the border, he knew how violent a passionate nord could be. He pulled up
his communications mirror, and relayed the nordic assult back to Councillor
Vaden
'See? I told you, they were luring us into this trap! thier commander must be
brilliant to organize such a ruse with so little time' Vaden commented
'But could it just be a coincidence?'
The look that Vaden gave his lieutenant was pure poison, 'sorry, sorry, I didnt
mean it that way'
"I want reinforcements to the breach. We dont want to loose our foothold
at the walls!' [50]
[51] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 09:18 PM)
[52] T"No one - man, mer, or twisted
sorcerer's toy - takes Ald Raathim while we draw breath!" one burly,
woad-covered Nord roars. "WE BEAT YOU DOWN BEFORE, AND BY KYNE WE'LL
DO IT AGAIN YOU DEVIL-WORSHIPPING SONS OF BEETLES!!!OFF WITH YOU!!!"
For the first time, the Redorans at this one spot falter, and the soldiers of
Ald Raathim cheer ...
[54]
Slashes gives a hissing chear. He swings his sword, getting closer to the
breached wall. The Muatramer warriors under his command are fighting with
excelent skill he notices, as good as his own men.
He gets closer to one of the crabs, close enough to make the jump, he makes a
leap for it, and scrambles on top. [55]
When the crabs smashed the wall Dar'Tessir had run. Fast. He hadn't even used the stairs, he had just jumped off the wall and rolled to keep from breaking his legs. Dar'Tessir had adopted a new strategy, he hid inside buildings, firing shock spells and paralysis, casting chmeleon on himself and when his location was found casting jump on himself and getting to another building. But he was running low on magicka potions. Fast.[56]
QUOTE
[57] Slashes gives a hissing chear. He swings his
sword, getting closer to the breached wall. The Muatramer warriors under his
command are fighting with excelent skill he notices, as good as his own men.
He gets closer to one of the crabs, close enough to make the jump, he makes a
leap for it, and scrambles on top.[58]
[59]
Dar'Tessir saw the commander, he wasn't much use as a sniper any longer, as he
had little magick and needed to conserve it for desparate situations. He made a
dash out of the house he was in towards the crab. He dodged arrows and spells,
jumped on a Redoran's shoulders and onto the crab.
"Need help Commander?" [60]
[61] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 08:28 PM)
[62] Slashes gives a hissing chear. He
swings his sword, getting closer to the breached wall. The Muatramer
warriors under his command are fighting with excelent skill he notices, as good
as his own men.
He gets closer to one of the crabs, close enough to make the jump, he makes a
leap for it, and scrambles on top.
[64]
P'Rassha had more and more difficulty to keep all the redorans soldiers from
injuring him. He was covered with wounds and blood, both his, Isidor's and his
enemies'. Suddenly, a redoran's blow was stopped just before it would land on
P'Rassha. It wasn't Isidor, it was reinforcements. Commander Slashes-with-Claws
troops. They managed to reach them. [65]
[66] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 07:28 PM)
[67] Slashes gives a hissing chear. He
swings his sword, getting closer to the breached wall. The Muatramer
warriors under his command are fighting with excelent skill he notices, as good
as his own men.
He gets closer to one of the crabs, close enough to make the jump, he makes a
leap for it, and scrambles on top.
[69]
"FORWARD MEN!" Valerius yells with a shout. He creates a veritable
wall of electricity from his sword, and one of frost from his hand. Together,
they give Valerius enough room to join his commander on the Crab.
"Reporting for duty sir," He says as he fends off a dunmer trying to
follow him on. [70]
[71] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 5 2006, 08:12 PM)
[72] Anya grabbed Kiseena, yanking her back as a
Redoran cleaved the space were she was just fighting. She smiled, "Watch
yourself, dear." Anya killed him quickly, spearing him.
Anya gutted another soldier that got to close, with her hand. Her spear whirled
as she blocked others, and stabbed some more. She wasn't tired yet. She didn't
get tired from this anymore.
Anya held a feral smile, "Enjoying yourself, Shaka?"
[74]
A surprised mewl escaped the khajiit as Anya yanked her back. She allowed
herself a relaxed breath when she saw that she'd been pulled out danger before
looking for more soft targets.
Her bow had been lost earlier, when she had run out of arrows. It wasn't a
special bow, but she would have to get another sometime. As of now, she held
her daggers in each paw, points down, mouth twisted into a feral sneer.
"Kiseena sends your bones to Ahnurr today!" she hissed. [75]
[76] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 08:18 PM)
[77] The sound of a war horn pierces the in of
battle. A Nordic war horn.
From their community within Ald Raathim, they come, bearing axes, swords, and
mighty hammers. Their faces painted with the woad of their forefathers,
clad in armor of fur and Nordic mail, they charge, singing war songs that drown
out the Redoran's battle cries.
They are, comparitively, few in number, especially compared to the enemy, but
looking upon the fierce men of the North is like looking upon the biting winds
of Skyrim itself; they smash into the encroaching invaders without fear,
hammers smashing into fabricants, axes lopping off bonemold-armored limbs,
swords clashing against shields and burying themselves into Dunmer bellies.
"No one - man, mer, or twisted sorcerer's toy - takes Ald Raathim while we
draw breath!" one burly, woad-covered Nord roars. "WE
BEAT YOU DOWN BEFORE, AND BY KYNE WE'LL DO IT AGAIN YOU DEVIL-WORSHIPPING SONS
OF BEETLES!!!OFF WITH YOU!!!"
For the first time, the Redorans at this one spot falter, and the soldiers of
Ald Raathim cheer ...
[79]
Isidor cheered, in spite of himself, when he saw the nords descend into the
fray. It warmed his heart to see their unbridled enthusiasm for fighting.
He clapped P'Rassha on the back, and charged foward into the ever growing
battle.[80]
The ferocity of the
Nords was infectuous; the beleagured soldiers of Ald Raathim suddenly started
fighting with renewed vigor, drawing together to contain the invading Redorans.
Though the defenders continue to take casualties, the Redorans are held for the
moment ...
... and the crab fabricants display a drawback after all; with their own troops
being held at the breeches, the giant, towering monsters of metal dare not push
forward without risking squashing their own people. For the moment, the crabs
hesitate, the soldiers pouring out of them finding themselves facing brave
souls like Slashes-With-Claws and others falling upon them ...
Still, the crabs can unleash some magic, or at least the soldiers still inside
them can; the crabs themselves become a frenzie battleground as Redoran and
Dres clash on their metal shells.
Back in the castle, Loranna's joy at seeing Slyvos soon turns to worry and
anger as his words incite a wave of panic among the frightened civilians.
Someone yells "We're doomed! DOOMED! We must surrender now!" Another
grabs Loranna and cries "You have to save us, Your Grace! Pleae, save us -
save my family!"
The guards rush up immediately, Dram seemingly appearing out of nowhere - but
the hysteria has already started to spread, and things are turning ugly fast
...[81]
[82] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 5 2006, 08:43 PM)
[83] Isidor cheered, in spite of himself, when he
saw the nords descend into the fray. It warmed his heart to see their unbridled
enthusiasm for fighting.
He clapped P'Rassha on the back, and charged foward into the ever growing
battle.
[85]
P'Rassha followed his companion into the melee and pointed in the direction of
the breached wall.
"Isidor, the Argonian commander has assaulted a crab, we have to protect
his position at all cost."
As soon as he finished his last sentence, P'Rassha threw his oversized axe just
to Isidor's right, stopping a redoran's charge about to strike him. With an
athletic leap, he reached the redoran's body and the axe now encrusted in his
armor and freed the weapon.
Just in time, in fact, to behead a redoran trying to reach Slashes-with-Claws
on the crab.
"Make us proud, Commander." [86]
Slyvos' look changed, from worry, to frustration, to just outright anger, directed towards himself, for being stupid. The kahjiit growls to himself softly, turning around to face everyone that was panicing and freaking out in the room. "I hope this works..." He gulped down a potion to restore his magicka a bit, moving his arms into position and sighing, casting a calm humanoid spell in a wide radius into one of the pockets of disturbed and frightened civilians, repeating the process with a few of the others, and useing a singular one for the one that was begging Loranna to save them all. this is my fault; as usual, my lack of social skills gets me in trouble and does nothing but harm for those around me... [87]
[88] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 09:43 PM)
[89] ... and the crab fabricants display a
drawback after all; with their own troops being held at the breeches, the
giant, towering monsters of metal dare not push forward without risking
squashing their own people. For the moment, the crabs hesitate, the
soldiers pouring out of them finding themselves facing brave souls like
Slashes-With-Claws and others falling upon them ...
Still, the crabs can unleash some magic, or at least the soldiers still inside
them can; the crabs themselves become a frenzie battleground as Redoran and
Dres clash on their metal shells.
[91]
Slashes casts his reflection and shield spells, protecting him from missiles
and magic. He turns to Valerius, "Help me get inside this thing! Lets see
what we can find!"
He fends off several strikes and kills another Redoran. He shouts to some of
his men, "Keep them trapped around the crab!"
He swings and fights, slowly edging closer to the entrance into the giant crab.
Occasionally recasting his shield or reflection. [92]
[93] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 12:43 PM)
[94] The ferocity of the Nords was infectuous;
the beleagured soldiers of Ald Raathim suddenly started fighting with renewed
vigor, drawing together to contain the invading Redorans. Though the
defenders continue to take casualties, the Redorans are held for the moment ...
... and the crab fabricants display a drawback after all; with their own troops
being held at the breeches, the giant, towering monsters of metal dare not push
forward without risking squashing their own people. For the moment, the
crabs hesitate, the soldiers pouring out of them finding themselves facing
brave souls like Slashes-With-Claws and others falling upon them ...
Still, the crabs can unleash some magic, or at least the soldiers still inside
them can; the crabs themselves become a frenzie battleground as Redoran and
Dres clash on their metal shells.
Back in the castle, Loranna's joy at seeing Slyvos soon turns to worry and
anger as his words incite a wave of panic among the frightened civilians.
Someone yells "We're doomed! DOOMED! We must surrender
now!" Another grabs Loranna and cries "You have to save us,
Your Grace! Pleae, save us - save my family!"
The guards rush up immediately, Dram seemingly appearing out of nowhere - but
the hysteria has already started to spread, and things are turning ugly fast
...
[96]
'We're loosing the breach! We're loosing the breach!'
'The enemy are attacking the crabs and I have heard rumours that they have
captured a few!'
'Where are those reinforcements?'
'Its chaos out there...' his communications officer said
'Order the crabs to advance, crush everything in its way. We cannot loose the
breach before plan two. I want the Parraptons to firebomb the enemy rear lines
too,'
If they advance, they crush our own troops!'
'We cant take the moralle hit. Get the parraptons to firebomb the rear lines of
the nords. Call into Tel Sigrid, I want them to send every last insect they
have.'
'Very well' the communications officer went to work,'
'Also,' he said more quietly, 'I want the Parraptons to drop pamphlets
informing the populus, that We offered to spare them, and give them free
passage back to thier native lands, but the bloodthirsty Loranna denyed the
surrender, and is sacrificing the city for her own, powerhungry goals, is that
good with you?'
'Faryon's the propaganda expert, not me, but I'll inform the presses
immediatly' [97]
[98] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 5 2006, 09:34 PM)
[99] A surprised mewl escaped the khajiit as Anya
yanked her back. She allowed herself a relaxed breath when she saw that she'd
been pulled out danger before looking for more soft targets.
Her bow had been lost earlier, when she had run out of arrows. It wasn't a
special bow, but she would have to get another sometime. As of now, she held
her daggers in each paw, points down, mouth twisted into a feral sneer.
"Kiseena sends your bones to Ahnurr today!" she hissed.
[101]
"Here, Kiseena, borrow my longknife," said Shaka, handing the Glass
kukri to her. "You can do more damage. Take their bloody heads off!"
The Glass longknife, a gift from the ranger Thom, was a well-crafted curving
blade nearly the length of a short sword.
Shaka took heart to see the defenders had stopped retreating to the castle for
the moment.
[102]
[103] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 07:52 PM)
[104] Slashes casts his
reflection and shield spells, protecting him from missiles and magic. He
turns to Valerius, "Help me get inside this thing! Lets see what we
can find!"
He fends off several strikes and kills another Redoran. He shouts to some
of his men, "Keep them trapped around the crab!"
He swings and fights, slowly edging closer to the entrance into the giant
crab. Occasionally recasting his shield or reflection.
[106]
"Now THIS is something you don't get in Cyrodiil," Valerius said to himself.
To Slashes, a "yes sir, with pleasure!" He stood shoulder to shoulder
with Slashes-With-Claws, hacking away at the enemies and casting some
destructio whenever he was able to. [107]
Dar'Tessir was on the crab fighting alongside Slashes-with-Claws and Valerius, but not doing nearly as well, he wasn't built for close viscious combat. His dagger slashed at exposed Redoran faces and chinks in their armor. Dar'Tessir lets out a yowl of pain as a sword slices across his arm, near where the last one had, he was having a hard time dodging all these blows. [108]
[109] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 5 2006, 08:53 PM)
[110] "Here, Kiseena,
borrow my longknife," said Shaka, handing the Glass kukri to her.
"You can do more damage. Take their bloody heads off!"
The Glass longknife, a gift from the ranger Thom, was a well-crafted curving
blade nearly the length of a short sword.
Shaka took heart to see the defenders had stopped retreating to the castle for
the moment.
[112]
"Kiseena thanks friend Shaka!" the khajiit called above the sounds of
battle. With the new blade in paw, she felt her usefulness to her friends
nearly double. But always she kept part of her senses on Anya, ready to break
from confrontation if her friend was to need her. [113]
[114] QUOTE(dentris @ Jan 5 2006, 09:50 PM)
[115] Just in time, in fact,
to behead a redoran trying to reach Slashes-with-Claws on the crab.
"Make us proud, Commander."
[117]
"Good timing! We have to reach that opening, get inside! Maybe we can take
it over, use it against them."[118]
QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 5 2006, 09:54 PM)
[119] "Now THIS is something you don't get in Cyrodiil," Valerius said to himself. To Slashes, a "yes sir, with pleasure!" He stood shoulder to shoulder with Slashes-With-Claws, hacking away at the enemies and casting some destructio whenever he was able to.
[121]
Slashes cast anotehr shield and reflect, he felt a drined senstaion in his
mind, he was almost unable to cast more spells. "Cover me for a moment, I
need magicka!"
He took his left hand off his claymore as he swung, grabbing a potion bottle.,
he poped the top and drank it. [122]
"No problem, Kiseena," called back Shaka. He squinted at the crablike machines back at the city walls. Were some of Loranna's company clambering around on one of them? Shaka was beginning to feel some slight hope returning.[123]
[124] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 08:04 PM)
[125] "Good
timing! We have to reach that opening, get inside! Maybe we can
take it over, use it against them."
Slashes cast anotehr shield and reflect, he felt a drined senstaion in his
mind, he was almost unable to cast more spells. "Cover me for a
moment, I need magicka!"
He took his left hand off his claymore as he swung, grabbing a potion bottle.,
he poped the top and drank it.
[127]
Valerius dodged the one-handed claymore swing from his CO and shifted over so
Slashes was a bit behind him. A swing of his sword felled two redorans and,
pulling his still-loaded crossbow from his back, shot it into the eye of
another Redoran coming in from the left. "I suggest we get soem cover
sir." Valerius said to Swlashes as he resumed fighting, "Might I
suggest inside the crab?" [128]
'I said he could not
handle himself,' Faryon proclaimed triumphantly, 'How many birdies do we have?'
Faryon gloated
'They're not birds, they are insects! And we have about twenty which we can
deploy, 25 including private mounts' the second in command replied
'Send 24, with trained riders, Im not sending fluffy. I also want a force of
troops to be ready to go out and rescue that foolish councillor when he fails,'
Faryon said, a smile on his face
'Why dont you like Vadon, sir?'
'Cause he took my command away from me, thats why! Now send off those
Parraptons!' [129]
"Bad ...whatever
the hell you are!" Reichi shouted, stabbing a fabricant in the face.
"Stay. Good boy." Reichi continued onward, plowing his way through
troops towards the crab Slashes and the others were on/around.
It was a more interesting idea than mindlessly mowing down soldiers and
fabricants, fun as that was. Turn the enemy's war-machines against them. Fun
idea.[130]
[131] QUOTE(Aki @ Jan 5 2006, 10:13 PM)
[132] "Bad ...whatever
the hell you are!" Reichi shouted, stabbing a fabricant in the face.
"Stay. Good boy." Reichi continued onward, plowing his way through
troops towards the crab Slashes and the others were on/around.
It was a more interesting idea than mindlessly mowing down soldiers and
fabricants, fun as that was. Turn the enemy's war-machines against them. Fun
idea.
[134]
Pythus did not know Reichi, but he was close enough to shout to him. "The
King and the soldiers in Mournhold have found a weakness in the crab
fabricants!" he shouted. The other Royal soldiers in the vicinity
continued to fight, but they listened to him. "Roll under them, destroy
the air tube with a frost or electric spell, and you can gain purchase!"
[135]
In the castle,
Slyvos's calm spells have much the desired effect; people relax, looks of
magically-induced serenity coming to their faces. One or two people, however,
still look agitated.
A servant runs up to Loranna an whipsers in her ear; her face lightens as she
receives the news. "The enemy's breached the walls, but our troops are
holding them back," she says. "They've even managed to push them back
a bit ..."
One by one, faces light up with hope, as Loranna directs her servants to see to
peoples' needs; she flashes Slyvos a look that says "We'll Talk
Later" and turns to heal another wounded person, still clutching the
Altmer girl's hand.
===
The battle at the wall and on the shells of the warcrabs waged back and forth,
the Redorans growing as ferocious as the warriors of Ald Raathim as they
realized the danger of losing one of the metal behoemoths to the enemy.
Lightning and cold spells flew back and forth as the Redorans tried depserately
to push the Dres and Nords off the crabs, find an opening for the metal giants
to advance.
The heroes of Ald Raathim, both old and new, are surrounded on all sides by
death. Here Slashes's claymore splits a Redoran skull in half; there Kiseena's
new longknife slashes open a Dunmer throat, and everywhere the pounding of
hammers against metal can be heard, the ringing providing a bloodthirsty
counterpoint to the roaring battle songs sung by their wielders. Inch by inch,
the heroes advance, the open hatch of the warcrab still open, tantalizingly so.
Parraptons buzz overhead, waving flags ... and then, the crabs begin to move
forward. Their metal feet crush friend and foe alike underneath as the push
forward, their pincers batting at the sides of the breach, their sheer bulk
causing the walls to crumble further. Screams from mannish and merrish throats
drown out all other sounds as the crabs advance.
More parraptons fly up, circling around the defender's line; though Ald
Raathim's remaining parraptons swoop in to attack them, the enemy manages to
get off an initial volley of flaming projectiles, which slam into the rear
ranks of the defenders, Dres and Nord.
One by one, the crabs force their way into the city, smearing blood and viscera
in their wake from those trampled underfoot.[136]
[137] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 10:27 PM)
[138] Parraptons buzz
overhead, waving flags ... and then, the crabs begin to move forward.
Their metal feet crush friend and foe alike underneath as the push forward,
their pincers batting at the sides of the breach, their sheer bulk causing the
walls to crumble further. Screams from mannish and merrish throats drown
out all other sounds as the crabs advance.
More parraptons fly up, circling around the defender's line; though Ald
Raathim's remaining parraptons swoop in to attack them, the enemy manages to
get off an initial volley of flaming projectiles, which slam into the rear
ranks of the defenders, Dres and Nord.
One by one, the crabs force their way into the city, smearing blood and viscera
in their wake from those trampled underfoot.
[140]
Shaka was trapped, unbelieving, in the middle of the city's defenders.
You evil bastards, he thought to himself. Until now, he had stubbornly kept a
certain respect for the dunmer Houses they were battling. But to crush your own
men as well as the city's defenders . . . .
Shaka no longer wanted to take prisoners.
[141]
[142] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Jan 5 2006, 10:01 PM)
[143] Dar'Tessir lets out a yowl of pain as a sword slices across his arm, near where the last one had, he was having a hard time dodging all these blows.
[145]
Slashes quickly throws a healing spell at the khajiit, "Are you
alright?"[146]
QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 5 2006, 10:07 PM)
[147] "I suggest we get soem cover sir." Valerius said to Swlashes as he resumed fighting, "Might I suggest inside the crab?"
[149]
"That is where we are trying to get, maybe use it against the enemy."[150]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 10:27 PM)
[151] More parraptons fly
up, circling around the defender's line; though Ald Raathim's remaining
parraptons swoop in to attack them, the enemy manages to get off an initial
volley of flaming projectiles, which slam into the rear ranks of the defenders,
Dres and Nord.
One by one, the crabs force their way into the city, smearing blood and viscera
in their wake from those trampled underfoot.
[153]
Slashes' ballance is disrupted slightly, his tail swishes instinctivly, keeping
him almost straight. He makes a leap for the opening while the enemy is
distracted, landing inside the crab. [154]
Anya was too busy
killing those around her to attack any of the crab fabricants. She whirled her
spear in one hand, and used her claws to slash and gut those that got too
close. She was able to keep her ground clear, but she was quickly being
surrounded.
Then she took a sword to the stomach. Anya glanced at the protruding sword,
then back at the dunmer. Her eyes flared brightly, and she launched at him. His
neck become a bloodied mess before she threw him to the ground. The nearly
fatal wound in her abdomen was easily healed.
Anya had stopped using her spear, instead she set on the nearest dunmer with
her claws, snarling madly. [155]
[156] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 09:36 PM)
[157] Slashes quickly throws
a healing spell at the khajiit, "Are you alright?"
"That is where we are trying to get, maybe use it against the enemy."
Slashes' ballance is disrupted slightly, his tail swishes instinctivly, keeping
him almost straight. He makes a leap for the opening while the enemy is
distracted, landing inside the crab.
[159]
"Dar'Tessir is fine."
Dar'Tessir keeps his balace just as well as Slashes-with-Claws and jumps in
after him, landing on his feet, as cats allways do. [160]
[161] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 08:36 PM)
[162] "That is where we
are trying to get, maybe use it against the enemy."
Slashes' ballance is disrupted slightly, his tail swishes instinctivly, keeping
him almost straight. He makes a leap for the opening while the enemy is
distracted, landing inside the crab.
[164]
"Well obvious..." The crab moved forawrd with a lurch, throwing
Valerius off his feet and onto his face. Looking up, he sees Slashes leap into
the machine. Getting up, he mutters to himself and throws himself in after.
Unfortunately, his shield was loosened from the combat, and it went flying off
his arm. Cursing, he stood up to face the innards of this machine with his
Commander. [165]
[166] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 01:27 PM)
[167] In the castle,
Slyvos's calm spells have much the desired effect; people relax, looks of
magically-induced serenity coming to their faces. One or two people,
however, still look agitated.
A servant runs up to Loranna an whipsers in her ear; her face lightens as she
receives the news. "The enemy's breached the walls, but our troops
are holding them back," she says. "They've even managed to push
them back a bit ..."
One by one, faces light up with hope, as Loranna directs her servants to see to
peoples' needs; she flashes Slyvos a look that says "We'll Talk
Later" and turns to heal another wounded person, still clutching the
Altmer girl's hand.
===
The battle at the wall and on the shells of the warcrabs waged back and forth,
the Redorans growing as ferocious as the warriors of Ald Raathim as they
realized the danger of losing one of the metal behoemoths to the enemy.
Lightning and cold spells flew back and forth as the Redorans tried depserately
to push the Dres and Nords off the crabs, find an opening for the metal giants
to advance.
The heroes of Ald Raathim, both old and new, are surrounded on all sides by
death. Here Slashes's claymore splits a Redoran skull in half; there
Kiseena's new longknife slashes open a Dunmer throat, and everywhere the
pounding of hammers against metal can be heard, the ringing providing a bloodthirsty
counterpoint to the roaring battle songs sung by their wielders. Inch by
inch, the heroes advance, the open hatch of the warcrab still open,
tantalizingly so.
Parraptons buzz overhead, waving flags ... and then, the crabs begin to move
forward. Their metal feet crush friend and foe alike underneath as the
push forward, their pincers batting at the sides of the breach, their sheer
bulk causing the walls to crumble further. Screams from mannish and
merrish throats drown out all other sounds as the crabs advance.
More parraptons fly up, circling around the defender's line; though Ald
Raathim's remaining parraptons swoop in to attack them, the enemy manages to
get off an initial volley of flaming projectiles, which slam into the rear
ranks of the defenders, Dres and Nord.
One by one, the crabs force their way into the city, smearing blood and viscera
in their wake from those trampled underfoot.
[169]
It was one Parrapton Rider in paticular... spotting a group of people, he could
not make out what they were, he dropped his firebomb right on top of them none
the less. He had heard that the breach had been repulsed, 'Bloody Outlanders'
the rider said, as he swooped away from the castle, back to get another
firebomb
Beneth the firebomb, however, was one Pythus Angelicus, emmisary to the king...
***
'We're starting a firestorm in the city!' Vadon yelled, as the black smoke
started to rise from the nordic quarters
'The crabs are advancing against orders!' Yelled his communications officer,
'they are crushing friend and foe alike!'
'Reign them in! We cant have our forces be crushed like this...'
'Faryon is sending every Parrapton they have, and the first round of propaganda
pamplets have been printed' the communications officer yelled once more, just recieving
two new pieces of info
'Exelent, have the Parraptons load up with them for the next bombing run'
'Yes sir!'
'Im not going to let Bradas have any part in this battle! I will carry the
victory!' [170]
[171] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 10:36 PM)
[172] Slashes' ballance is disrupted slightly, his tail swishes instinctivly, keeping him almost straight. He makes a leap for the opening while the enemy is distracted, landing inside the crab.
[174]
"You're doing it the hard way!" Pythus cried, running towards
Slashes. "Listen!"
He began to repeat what he had said before, but his attention was suddenly
averted to something else. His eyes widened, and he turned in a different
direction.
[175]
[176] QUOTE(Shardie @ Jan 5 2006, 10:39 PM)
[177] Beneth the firebomb, however, was one Pythus Angelicus, emmisary to the king...
[179]
Pythus Angelicus shrieked in pain as he was immolated, but he continued to rush
forward. His armor was brittle from being at ground zero of the blast, and when
he stepped between the barrage of arrows and the two Dunmer children who were
huddling together, exposed, he was pierced through the heart.
He dropped to the ground, dead, his body still smoking.
[180]
[181] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 5 2006, 09:37 PM)
[182] Anya was too busy
killing those around her to attack any of the crab fabricants. She whirled her
spear in one hand, and used her claws to slash and gut those that got too
close. She was able to keep her ground clear, but she was quickly being
surrounded.
Then she took a sword to the stomach. Anya glanced at the protruding sword,
then back at the dunmer. Her eyes flared brightly, and she launched at him. His
neck become a bloodied mess before she threw him to the ground. The nearly
fatal wound in her abdomen was easily healed.
Anya had stopped using her spear, instead she set on the nearest dunmer with
her claws, snarling madly.
[184]
"Friend!" Kiseena exclaimed, seeing Anya hit with the sword. It had
pulled her from her bloody frenzy, no longer understanding most anything going
on around her. Dodging swings the best she could, she grunted as one of her
chitin pauldrons was nearly cleaved from her shoulder.
Angrily twisting like a cat being pushed toward a bath, she sank the longknife
into the attacker's neck. She turned afterward back toward Anya. Kiseena wanted
to ask if she needed assistance, but the ferocity of Anya's fight made her
wonder if she'd get a response. [185]
"Roll under
them, destroy the air tube with a frost or electric spell, and you can gain
purchase!" Reichi repeated in his mind. He had
seen Pythus try and give the message to Slashes before the firebomb had hit,
and decided to do it for him since he had just died in a manner that was
simmultaneously gruesome and heroic.
"Guys, roll under the things and hit the air tubes with frost or
electrical spells!" Reichi shouted. [186]
Slashes swund his
claymore, destroying a fabricant that was still inside. The main area was
mostly open space with benches and machenery. Must be for the troops, he
thought. To the front was a hatch, he went up to it, it was locked. "Close
that hatch." He said, waving to the open one at the back. "We don't
want to be attacked from behind.
He tried the front hatch, it was locked, unfortunately, he did not carrly
lockpics when fighting. "Can either of you unlock this?" [187]
[188] QUOTE(Aki @ Jan 5 2006, 10:49 PM)
[189] "Roll under
them, destroy the air tube with a frost or electric spell, and you can gain
purchase!" Reichi repeated in his mind. He had seen Pythus try and
give the message to Slashes before the firebomb had hit, and decided to do it
for him since he had just died in a manner that was simmultaneously gruesome
and heroic.
"Guys, roll under the things and hit the air tubes with frost or
electrical spells!" Reichi shouted.
[191]
"Kiseena, we'll explain later about Anya," said Shaka. "She'll
be all right . . . ."
Shaka pushed his way forward, closer to the crabs. His claws slipped a few
times on the pavement, but he didn't let himself think what the carnage around
him had been while living . . . .
He picked a crab walker at random and looked for the tubes, his eyes darting
back and forth until he spotted the likeliest candidate, and fired a frost
spell.
[192]
[193] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 08:54 PM)
[194] Slashes swund his
claymore, destroying a fabricant that was still inside. The main area was
mostly open space with benches and machenery. Must be for the troops, he
thought. To the fron was a hatch, he went up to it, it was locked.
"Close that hatch." He said, waving to the open one at the
back. "We don't want to be attacked from behind.
He tried the front hatch, it was locked, unfortunately, he did not carrly
lockpics when fighting. "Can either of you unlock this?"
[196]
Valerius nodded and moved to the hatchway just as a Redoran dropped in front of
it, yelling a battle cry.
"YAAAAAAA!" Valerius yelled back and slammed the door in the
redoran's face, pulling the lever mechanism that locked it. [197]
[198] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 5 2006, 10:56 PM)
[199] He picked a crab walker at random and looked for the tubes, his eyes darting back and forth until he spotted the likeliest candidate, and fired a frost spell.
[201]
The seal in the seemingly impenetrable underbelly of the crab cracked, just
slightly. It had been built for warm weather fighting, after all. A slight curl
of gas leaked out from the tiny exposed hole, as the crab rotated around to
stomp Shaka. [202]
[203] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 09:54 PM)
[204] Slashes swund his
claymore, destroying a fabricant that was still inside. The main area was
mostly open space with benches and machenery. Must be for the troops, he
thought. To the fron was a hatch, he went up to it, it was locked. "Close
that hatch." He said, waving to the open one at the back.
"We don't want to be attacked from behind.
He tried the front hatch, it was locked, unfortunately, he did not carrly
lockpics when fighting. "Can either of you unlock this?"
[206]
"Dar'Tessir can open it." With that he approached the hatch and knelt
down beside it. He dicided to use a spell, if it was a tough lock he might have
to spend some time fiddling with it and that would be more likley to anyone on
the other side. He decided to use a stronger unlock spell, better safe than
sorry. He unlocked the hatch and opened it, he was in luck the sound of the
machinery had drowned out the sound of the lock opening. Dar'Tessir silently
dropped into the small room and slit the Dunmer's throat. He called up,
"Commander Slashes-with-Claws, there are controlls!"[207]
Summary
Kratos is at his headquarters in Molag Mar. A very brutal, and bloody battle
had been fought there, one that surpassed any others the Muatramer had
participated in. He surveys the fast reconstruction of the beaten walls, and
the burials of both friend and foe.
Ivelaes fought in the extemely brutal battle as well. He is now helping his men
remason the inner wall.
Astien Dalomax is healing all the wounded troops he can in Ald Raathim. [208]
[209] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 5 2006, 10:59 PM)
[210] The seal in the seemingly impenetrable underbelly of the crab cracked, just slightly. It had been built for warm weather fighting, after all. A slight curl of gas leaked out from the tiny exposed hole, as the crab rotated around to stomp Shaka.
[212]
Shaka's eyes widened. He summoned the second Atronach of the day and ordered it
to punch the opening. Shaka sprinted away from the crab, knowing now how an
insect felt when a human planned to stomp it. With luck, the Atronach would be
strong enough to delay the crab slightly before the golem was crushed flat.
[213]
[214] QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Jan 5 2006, 11:03 PM)
[215] He called up, "Commander Slashes-with-Claws, there are controlls!"
[217]
"Good work. Nicely done." Slashes looked at the assorted levers and
such. He hauled the driver's bloody corpse out of the way and sat down. Through
a vew port he could see people running in terror from the crabs. He pulled a
lever, the crab's claws extened. Slashes tried another lever, it turned to the
right, smacking into another crab, the claw denting it's shell. He tried again,
it stopped moving. "Do either of you know anything about machinery? I am
sure I can figure this out with time, but we do not have time." [218]
[219] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 09:07 PM)
[220] "Good work. Nicely done." Slashes looked at the assorted levers and such. He hauled the driver's blood corpse out of the way and sat down. Through a vew port he could see people running in terror from the crabs. He pulled a lever, the crab's claws extened, he tried anotehr, it turned to the right, smacking into another crab, the claw denting it's shell. He tried again, it stopped moving. "Do wither of you knwo anything about machinery? I am sure I can figure this out with time, but we do not have time."
[222]
"Of course, of course," said Valerius sitting down. "It's only
natural. This being the one in front of the driver it will obviously control
direction, so if we pull it back the crab will retreat." He pulled the
level back, issuing forth a loud crunch and rumble of machinery that did not
sound at all good. Slowly ppushing the level forward again, he added,
"then again, maybe it won't..." [223]
[224] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 5 2006, 10:07 PM)
[225] "Good work. Nicely done." Slashes looked at the assorted levers and such. He hauled the driver's blood corpse out of the way and sat down. Through a vew port he could see people running in terror from the crabs. He pulled a lever, the crab's claws extened, he tried anotehr, it turned to the right, smacking into another crab, the claw denting it's shell. He tried again, it stopped moving. "Do wither of you knwo anything about machinery? I am sure I can figure this out with time, but we do not have time."
QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 5 2006, 10:10 PM)
[229] "Of course, of course," said Valerius sitting down. "It's only natural. This being the one in front of the driver it will obviously control direction, so if we pull it back the crab will retreat." He pulled the level back, issuing forth a loud crunch and rumble of machinery that did not sound at all good. Slowly ppushing the level forward again, he added, "then again, maybe it won't..."
[231]
Dar'Tessir shrugged. "Dar'Tessir knows nothing of machinery." after
the crab jerked, "Perhaps we should do things slowly, yes?"[232]
[233] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 5 2006, 11:05 PM)
[234] Shaka's eyes widened. He summoned the second Atronach of the day and ordered it to punch the opening. Shaka sprinted away from the crab, knowing now how an insect felt when a human planned to stomp it. With luck, the Atronach would be strong enough to delay the crab slightly before the golem was crushed flat.
[236]
The Atronach punched at the small opening with all his might, but it barely
dented the area. The hole was wider now, a definite gap in the air supply of
the crab, but Shaka only saw it for a second before the crab dropped down on
the Atronach, crushing it.
[237]
[238] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 10:27 PM)
[239] In the castle,
Slyvos's calm spells have much the desired effect; people relax, looks of
magically-induced serenity coming to their faces. One or two people,
however, still look agitated.
A servant runs up to Loranna an whipsers in her ear; her face lightens as she
receives the news. "The enemy's breached the walls, but our troops
are holding them back," she says. "They've even managed to push
them back a bit ..."
One by one, faces light up with hope, as Loranna directs her servants to see to
peoples' needs; she flashes Slyvos a look that says "We'll Talk
Later" and turns to heal another wounded person, still clutching the
Altmer girl's hand.
[241]
Kallen stepped up to Loranna. He too was bloody from helping heal the people
within the castle, but as ever, he was calm and professional.
"Shall I stay in your office to relay messages to you from the mirror,
Your Grace?" he asked quietly, to not be overheard by any but she.
"Kethiah just sent word about some information she's gathered from a
merchant who just came into port. Apparently, there are ships with the Redoran
flag approaching from the east. They will be here in a few hours time."
[242]
Ald Raathim, a
castle towertop
The sweat burned in his eyes and the mixture of grease, dust and smoke smeared
his face, hands and clothes. Nalion stood in the middle of a circle of mages,
staff in the right and the Dagger of Senses in his left. The Dagger, of the
same kind like Reichi's, enhanced the Breton's senses and the extended vision
helped Nalion to easier pick his targets from a distance. Half of the assembled
mages fired barrage after barrage on enemy parraptons and ground troops alike,
while the other half cared about the defenses, casting shield and reflections
spells on the battling mages and at the same time replenishing their magicka.
After some time, the groups would switch duties, so that the defensive fire
against the enemy could be upheld for as much time as possible.
However, the towertop was under heavy fire itself.
With his enhanced vision, Nalion could observe the battlefield and the enemy
troops moving into the streets of Ald Raathim, bringing their crabs into
position.
The mage glanced at them, wondering, then an idea formed in his head.
"Keep up with firing, I need to relay a message to Loranna!", he
shouted over the clamor of the battle, then rushed down the stairs to search
for Loranna. [243]
[244] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 5 2006, 11:15 PM)
[245] The Atronach punched at the small opening with all his might, but it barely dented the area. The hole was wider now, a definite gap in the air supply of the crab, but Shaka only saw it for a second before the crab dropped down on the Atronach, crushing it.
[247]
Shaka gained some distance between himself and the behemoth and turned, waiting
for an opening. If whoever operated the machine lost interest, perhaps he could
get closer again and finish the job.
He watched with grim satisfaction as the machine staggered into a building,
shattering the wooden structure before righting itself. Shaka might have a
second chance at it. . . . [248]
In the streets of Ald
Raathim, a curious dance was happening. The warcrabs were seeing people trying
to roll under them, and obligingly tried to squish them flat - and then, one of
the crabs faltered, even as it destroyed an atronach. It lurched into a
building before righting itself, giving the defenders a much-needed boost in
morale.
Yet, almost immediately, the crabs began disgorging more fabricants and
soldiers to attack the defenders, and hunkered down, to protect their
undersides. Pincers lashed out to snap Dres soldiers in half, while the
fabricants swarmed all over, an the Redoran launched spell and arrows in an
endless hail.
Still, the enemy was within the city now - which meant the defenders had a lot
of cover they could take. Homes and shops take the brunt of spells and arrows,
as clever defenders climb onto roofs to jump onto the crabs from above ...
Also, one crab could be seen to be lurching, and the nearest crab to it,
realizing the enemy took it over, stabbed at it with its pincers - but again,
it was hampered by a need to protect its own underbelly ...
===
Loranna nods to Kallen, her expression growing grim. "Ships? The
armyhasn't reached our harbor defenses, have they? If we can keep them from
doing that, we can stave off those ships ..."
All around her, people were growing desperate again, Slyvos's spell wearing
off. Things were bad, then they were good, now there was bad news again ...
"My arm; someone, please heal my arm ..." moaned one woman.
"I'm scared; are we going to die?" a Dunmer boy asked his mother.
As Nalion enters, a scarred youth grabs at his robes. "Please; please tell
me they're gone ..." [249]
[250] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 11:33 PM)
[251] Loranna nods to Kallen, her expression growing grim. "Ships? The armyhasn't reached our harbor defenses, have they? If we can keep them from doing that, we can stave off those ships ..."
[253]
"Kethiah said her contact's best estimate is that they're a couple hours
away still," Kallen replied. "They must be planning on entering our
main harbor ... they can't land in the castle's bay, with the mangroves in the
way ... But I will report back when I hear more."
Kallen hurried back to the office.
(OOC -- Out for a couple hours)
[254]
[255] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 11:33 PM)
[256] In the streets of Ald
Raathim, a curious dance was happening. The warcrabs were seeing people
trying to roll under them, and obligingly tried to squish them flat - and then,
one of the crabs faltered, even as it destroyed an atronach. It lurched
into a building before righting itself, giving the defenders a much-needed
boost in morale.
Yet, almost immediately, the crabs began disgorging more fabricants and
soldiers to attack the defenders, and hunkered down, to protect their
undersides. Pincers lashed out to snap Dres soldiers in half, while the
fabricants swarmed all over, an the Redoran launched spell and arrows in an
endless hail.
Still, the enemy was within the city now - which meant the defenders had a lot
of cover they could take. Homes and shops take the brunt of spells and
arrows, as clever defenders climb onto roofs to jump onto the crabs from above
...
[258]
Seeing the warcrabs protecting themselves, Shaka decided to target the lesser
fabricants and warriors for now. He sprinted into the sidestreets and opened
his scrollcase.
Many Redoran warriors were to receive a final surprise when they saw Shaka's
summons running for them. A brace of Golden Saints, with their soulless beauty;
a few Flame Atronachs; and even a Winged Twilight.
[259]
[260] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 10:33 PM)
[261] Loranna nods to Kallen,
her expression growing grim. "Ships? The armyhasn't reached
our harbor defenses, have they? If we can keep them from doing that, we
can stave off those ships ..."
All around her, people were growing desperate again, Slyvos's spell wearing
off. Things were bad, then they were good, now there was bad news again
...
"My arm; someone, please heal my arm ..." moaned one woman.
"I'm scared; are we going to die?" a Dunmer boy asked his mother.
As Nalion enters, a scarred youth grabs at his robes. "Please;
please tell me they're gone ..."
[263]
The mage acknowledged Loranna, then turned to the youth grabbing his robe,
putting both his hands on the Dunmer's shoulders.
"They are not gone, but they will not get any further. This is why I am
here." The mage was exhausted and breathed quickly as he was speaking, but
his voice sounded soothing and reassuring. Whether he lied or not was hard to
make out.
The mage rose and reached down into his pouch, took out three healing potions
and gave it to the boy.
"This woman needs help, your help. And there are more that need
you.", he said, trying to smile reassuringly. "You're in charge of
this woman here, tend to her for me, please. And this little boy needs someone
who is strong, like you, to reassure him. Will you do this for me."
Standing upright, Nalion looked over the assembled crowd.
"Do you notice something? Isn't there something missing? I do not hear the
shrieks of Winged Twilights, they sky is not filled with them like it was in
the Blue Dawn. There is no Daedric Prince threatening you. These were enemies
not of this world, and you all threw them back with your courage. I say you all
have stared into the gnawing jaws of Oblivion and prevailed, and you will
prevail now. Your duchess has faith in you, I have faith in you. Have faith in
yourself! Ald Raathim will not fall!"
Nalion did not waste time after his speech and approached Loranna.
"The crabs have entered the city streets, they will have to move slow and
they have not much room to maneuver.", Nalion explained.
"I want to take a group of mages down to the city and bring some buildings
down on them to delay them or bar their way. With some luck, we might even
manage to tear a whole house down on some of them..." [264]
[265] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 5 2006, 11:53 PM)
[266] The mage acknowledged
Loranna, then turned to the youth grabbing his robe, putting both his hands on
the Dunmer's shoulders.
"They are not gone, but they will not get any further. This is why I am
here." The mage was exhausted and breathed quickly as he was speaking, but
his voice sounded soothing and reassuring. Whether he lied or not was hard to
make out.
The mage rose and reached down into his pouch, took out three healing potions
and gave it to the boy.
"This woman needs help, your help. And there are more that need
you.", he said, trying to smile reassuringly. "You're in charge of
this woman here, tend to her for me, please. And this little boy needs someone
who is strong, like you, to reassure him. Will you do this for me."
Standing upright, Nalion looked over the assembled crowd.
"Do you notice something? Isn't there something missing? I do not hear the
shrieks of Winged Twilights, they sky is not filled with them like it was in
the Blue Dawn. There is no Daedric Prince threatening you. These were enemies
not of this world, and you all threw them back with your courage. I say you all
have stared into the gnawing jaws of Oblivion and prevailed, and you will
prevail now. Your duchess has faith in you, I have faith in you. Have faith in
yourself! Ald Raathim will not fall!"
Nalion did not waste time after his speech and approached Loranna.
"The crabs have entered the city streets, they will have to move slow
and they have not much room to maneuver.", Nalion explained.
"I want to take a group of mages down to the city and bring some buildings
down on them to delay them or bar their way. With some luck, we might even
manage to tear a whole house down on some of them..."
[268]
The woman and the boy both look at Nalion, then look at one another; the boy
hands the woman a healing potion and the woman accepts gratefully, smiling and
patting the boy's shoulder.
The Altmer girl Loranna had reassured says "He's right - and Missus
Loranna and her friends are with us too. They chased Azura away; they'll chase
these bad men away too."
"We're not going to fall; so long as there is breath in our bodies, Ald
Raathim lives," Loranna says, crying openly now. Nalion's speech was
beautiful ... the very thing she should have said to begin with. And, realizing
that, she saw how beautiful and wise Nalion was and it brought even more tears
to her face, which now shone with hope and resolve. And the people, seeing
Loranna believe, themselves believed, moved by Nalion's words and her tears.
Despite her emotion though, Loranna catches Nalion's plan, and she thinks it
over for a moment, envisioning tearing own the buildings she and her people had
worked so hard to build up ...
... and then envisioning the Reodrans and their damnable crabs tearing down not
only those buildings but the castle and the arena and the mangroves and
anything else that stood in their way, and her eyes, though tearful, shine with
resolve.
"All right; even more, we can try to herd these things away from the
castle and the shelters, into areas where we can pound them and their
soldiers," Loranna says. "Do it; Kallen and I will co-ordinate with
you with the mirror, see if we can't help you drop a building on one of these
things." [269]
[270] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 11:05 PM)
[271] The woman and the boy
both look at Nalion, then look at one another; the boy hands the woman a
healing potion and the woman accepts gratefully, smiling and patting the boy's
shoulder.
The Altmer girl Loranna had reassured says "He's right - and Missus
Loranna and her friends are with us too. They chased Azura away; they'll
chase these bad men away too."
"We're not going to fall; so long as there is breath in our bodies, Ald
Raathim lives," Loranna says, crying openly now. Nalion's speech was
beautiful ... the very thing she should have said to begin with. And,
realizing that, she saw how beautiful and wise Nalion was and it brought even
more tears to her face, which now shone with hope and resolve. And the
people, seeing Loranna believe, themselves believed, moved by Nalion's words
and her tears.
Despite her emotion though, Loranna catches Nalion's plan, and she thinks it
over for a moment, envisioning tearing own the buildings she and her people had
worked so hard to build up ...
... and then envisioning the Reodrans and their damnable crabs tearing down not
only those buildings but the castle and the arena and the mangroves and
anything else that stood in their way, and her eyes, though tearful, shine with
resolve.
"All right; even more, we can try to herd these things away from the
castle and the shelters, into areas where we can pound them and their
soldiers," Loranna says. "Do it; Kallen and I will co-ordinate
with you with the mirror, see if we can't help you drop a building on one of
these things."
[273]
"When the city is saved, all can be rebuilt, perhaps even more splendid
than before. When the enemy takes the city, there will be no rebuilding.",
Nalion muttered to Loranna, out of earshot of the common people.
"I'll gather a few volunteers and begin delaying the crabs.", Nalion
answered. To what he did not answer, was Loranna's proposal about the mirror.
The mage had never touched it, and did not intend to. [274]
Kiseena paused a
moment, chest heaving. She was not used to close-combat fighting, and it was
taking a toll on her. Her fatigue seemed to contrast Anya, the friend who
reminded her of the Clan Mother's words on Merrunz.
"Kiseena will return presently, friend Shaka!" she called, a paw
touching on Shaka's shoulder. With a last furtive glance toward Anya, she left
the streets and headed back to the walls.
Once there, she grabbed the first bow she could find, and scavenged bodies of
friends and foes alike for any and all arrows she could find, stuffing them
into her quiver. Kiseena's skills lay in acrobatics and marksmanship, not in
melee. [275]
Dastril hid in a
dead-end alley. He was exhausted, and he had some minor wounds. His magicka was
running low.
Nothing that the good ol' potions couldnt' fix. He took up his potion bag, and
choosed three potions. He gulped them down, and felt his strenght start to
return. It couldn't match a good night's sleep, but it was still better than
nothing.
He tore the arrow from his shield. It was enchanted, he could tell, from how it
had sent a shockwave through his body when it had hit his shield.
He tried to forget the faces of those dunmer that had fallen from his sword or
spells. No good. He thanked gods that he hadn't had to fight any women. Yes, he
knew that they were excellent fighters and mages, but he really couldn't
demonize them like men, couldn't make himself believe that they were ruthless
child-slaying monsters. He was so old-fashioned. But then again, fabricants
were more fun to kill. They were monsters, and he was good at killing monsters.
He savoured his moment of rest for another minute. He would have to find a good
place to use his spells. Preferably somewhere high, perhaps a rooftop of a
building. He drew his sword again, and left the alley to join the battle.[276]
The Archmagister of
the Mages Guild, Zadion, met Nalion in the village, not far from the march of
the crab fabricants. Indeed, not far from the Mages Guild.
"So, we're going to break a few eggs, are we?" the Altmer said.
"We better make sure the buildings are unoccupied."
With a wave of his hand, he cast a vast Detect Life to see who was in the area.
"There are refugees inside," he said. "We need to tell them to
go to the castle, or the Temple, or some other safe location."[277]
[278] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 5 2006, 10:05 PM)
[279] Summary
Kratos is at his headquarters in Molag Mar. A very brutal, and bloody battle
had been fought there, one that surpassed any others the Muatramer had
participated in. He surveys the fast reconstruction of the beaten walls, and
the burials of both friend and foe.
Ivelaes fought in the extemely brutal battle as well. He is now helping his men
remason the inner wall.
Astien Dalomax is healing all the wounded troops he can in Ald Raathim.
[281]
Summary
Commander Winston signaled his men to stay low, he made his way up to a low
ridge overlooking the Eastern Wall of Molag Mar, and a sudden sigh of relief
came to him.
“Molag Mar still stands!” He said aloud and was received by joyous laughs and
yells from his men down at the bottom of the ridge.
Ald Raathim
Where in hell is everyone? Dane thought to himself. He was in a secluded
section of the city. It seemed like a ghost town, not a soul was present; it
looked like the Merchant District but Dane never cared too much about signs and
such. Coming around a corner of a Hotel building Dane spotted a patrol of
Redoran soldiers and went back to concealment behind the corner, crouched and
peeked his eye out; he could see the sentries as they were making their rounds
up the street.
Dane turned back around and started running for a different route, he had to get
out of the city or at least find where his friends were.
“Hold it!” A voice from behind yelled.
He stopped in his tracks and it was first time he could hear the white noise of
a war that was going on, inside the city.
How come no one tells me about these bloody battles? He said to himself.
[282]
Slyvos was listening
intently, as Nalion laid out that plan to Loranna; yet another way his mind had
suffered from having been as he was for all those years, was his inability to
plan for the short term in some instances, as he was more used to seeing the
bigger picture.
When his fellow mage finished and he went out into the village near where he
intended to pull off this little stunt, he sighed, a look of frustration still
plastered on his face as he approached Nalion. "I'll help... I seem to be
messing everything else up around the citizens, might as well do something to
try and make up for it where I can't cause any damage except that which is
intended." He looked around, seeing how much of a complete mess things
are, and were still becoming from all of this. [283]
Bradas Vermis was a
skilled and veteran Admiral for Redorian. And what he was doing seemed suicide
'The enemy fleet ihas left port and is planning to intercept us!' A voice
yelled from the crowsnest
'If they get us before we can unload the troops, there will be hell to pay!'
Bradas looked over the large fleet of ships sailing up the harbour of Ald
Raatham, the city burning in the distance, 'What is Vadon doing? The council
want that city in one piece!'
'But Ayem said to destroy it!' the Commander of the Land Troops said, shock on
his face, 'to Tear down the fase temples, drive the traitors from our blessed
land; Mercy to ones enemies is a sharp blade and the slave shackles'
'And we can do that once we have looted the place dry. I dont take my orders
from some god, I take my orders from the council!' the Admirals eyes focused
apon the vessels being sent to intercept, 'Captian, Is it time?'
'Yes, its time' the captian on the flagship said [284]
Vaan was standing in a
position of vertical superiority, raining various spells down on the enemy. His
Ordinator instinct was back again, spouting out pure religious hatred towards
the Blasphemers.
Of course he was seen, but so far he could manage, and had only sustained a
shoulder wound from an arrow graze, and the End of Days* was doing it's job
well.
He let out another spell, this time lightning, it hit one soldier in the face,
who fell both screaming and smoking down to the ground.
Vaan jumped from his vantage point down to the street, a few Redoran soldiers
came charging at him, Vaan ran at them too, making an uppercut with his
infernal blade at just the right moment, cleaving one soldier in half. Cute.
Vaan turned almost immediately, just quick enough to bring his sword to parry a
spear. He ducked to avoid the next spear, and at the same time took the
oppurtunity to take out the offenders legs, it worked, another soldier fell to
the ground, neutralised, but not dead.
As soon as he laid eyes on of the Fabricant crabs, he came to an immediate
conclusion on what to do: He wanted one. Now.
*His sword. [285]
[286] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 6 2006, 03:26 PM)
[287] The Archmagister of
the Mages Guild, Zadion, met Nalion in the village, not far from the march of
the crab fabricants. Indeed, not far from the Mages Guild.
"So, we're going to break a few eggs, are we?" the Altmer said.
"We better make sure the buildings are unoccupied."
With a wave of his hand, he cast a vast Detect Life to see who was in the area.
"There are refugees inside," he said. "We need to tell them to
go to the castle, or the Temple, or some other safe location."
[289]
"I actually wasn't intending to go as far as cracking an egg,
Zadion.", Nalion answered with a small smile, though the smears of the
battle distorted it into a grimace. "Cracking shells will hopefully do...
If not..."
The mage massaged his wrists as he scanned the area for signs of approaching
enemy troops. He motioned towards a few supporting soldiers. "Split in
groups of two and get those refugees out and in the castle. This spot will soon
be a warzone. Come back here as soon as possible, Hurry."
The armed Dunmer nodded and soon vanished in the rubble and debris, searching
for refugees.[290]
QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 6 2006, 07:05 PM)
[291] Slyvos was listening
intently, as Nalion laid out that plan to Loranna; yet another way his mind had
suffered from having been as he was for all those years, was his inability to
plan for the short term in some instances, as he was more used to seeing the
bigger picture.
When his fellow mage finished and he went out into the village near where he
intended to pull off this little stunt, he sighed, a look of frustration still
plastered on his face as he approached Nalion. "I'll help... I seem to be
messing everything else up around the citizens, might as well do something to
try and make up for it where I can't cause any damage except that which is
intended." He looked around, seeing how much of a complete mess things
are, and were still becoming from all of this.
[293]
"You should come out more, Slyvos.", the mage answered as if
neglecting the situation entirely. "Loranna is formidable to talk to, but
you should see us others more often, too. We'll try to delay the crabs to give
our troops time to regroup and perhaps give them higher chances to destroy
these things. If you can get a clean shot at them though, feel free to fry
them. Pay attention to fabricants. Good luck!" [294]
[295] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 5 2006, 11:33 PM)
[296] Also, one crab could be seen to be lurching, and the nearest crab to it, realizing the enemy took it over, stabbed at it with its pincers - but again, it was hampered by a need to protect its own underbelly ...
[298]
The crab lurched as it was hit, the shell rang. Slashes grunted. "Looks
like I need to learn fast." He quickly tried to get the crab moving again,
it began to walk in reverse. "At least we are moving away now."
He played with the controls, seeing what each did. The crab that had hit theirs
was distracted by a mage trying to throw spells at it. Slashes got the crab
moving forwards again. "I have an idea." He said, reaching for the
lever that moved the claws. He attempted to grab the legs of the other crab
with the claws and break them, disabling the enemy crab. He was having trouble
though, he kept trying, hoping he could get the legs before his own crab was
attacked. [299]
[300] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 6 2006, 06:38 PM)
[301] The crab lurched as it
was hit, the shell rang. Slashes grunted. "Looks like I need
to learn fast." He quickly tried to get the crab moving again, it
began to walk in reverse. "At least we are moving away now."
He played with the controls, seeing what each did. The crab that had hit
theirs was distracted by a mage trying to throw spells at it. Slashes got
the crab moving forwards again. "I have an idea." He
said, reaching for the lever that moved the claws. He attempted to grab
the legs of the other crab with the claws and break them, disabling the enemy
crab. He was having trouble though, he kept trying, hoping he could get the
legs before his own crab was attacked.
[303]
Whilst Slashes was busy maneuvering the crab to take out the legs of its
opponent, Valerius was busy watching something else.
"Commander, that's a building there... that's a building, rather
hard thing... COMMANDER LOOK OUT FOR THAT..." He was cut off by an
enormous crash of crab meeting building. [304]
Inside the first
building Nalion, Zadion, and Slyvos approach, the mages discover a huddled
group of people, staring fearfully at the appraoching mages until they
recognize that they are not the enemy. Relieved smiles come to their faces and
they get up, a few moving unsteadily due to injuries.
"Thank ALMSIVI, we're saved," one shopkeeper breathes, dusting his
apron off and muttering under his breath "Who'd a ever thought I'd say
that about an Altmer, a human, and a Khajiit before. Strange times we live in,
strange times ..."
A Dunmer woman promptly smacks him in the backof the head and says "Pardon
me husband, serjos; he was never good at dealing with loud noises, you
appreciate." The sounds of the fighting outside continue unabated, as the
refugees helpone another up, looking to their saviors to get them out of this
hellhole.
===
Slashes-With-Claws and the second crab engage in an awkward melee, pincers
beating at one another. The enemy crab driver has the advantage of knowing what
he's doing, but is hampered by the need to both deal with Slashes's crab and
the soldiers trying to break into his top hatch.
Lesser fabricants swarm over the two crabs, biting and slamming at any Dres
soldier and obscuring Slashes's view; he accidentally manages to stab a pincer
into Loranna's favorite tailor's shop, causing the wall to crumble and various
people to dive out of the way.
The crab Slashes is dueling begins blasting its own surface with shock spells
to convince the determined Dres and Nord fighters not to climb on top of it,
but the Nords continue to hammer away at the hatch, prompting much cursing from
inside the crab that even Valerius can hear.
===
Ald Raathim's vessels, sleek Altmer ships, sailed out, marines and mages on the
decks, ready to face the incoming Redoran fleet. They were all skilled sailors,
the best Goranthir could find; Nord and Altmer and Dunmer, each working
together to become greater than the sum of their parts - the perfect navy for
Ald Raathim.
They were a craggy, savvy lot; the most experienced of the captains had seen
decades of navel warfare before this conflict, and they knew just what their
ships were capable of. The Redoran ships were tough, but no match one on one
with an Altmer vessel; everyone who was anyone on the sea knew that.
The lookout on the Ald Raathimian ship Crestdancer was the first to see the
strange shapes below the waves; he cried out "'Ware under the waves!"
just secons before the lead ship, the Summerset's Pride, suddenly began to
sink, twin holes punched through the bottom of the ship. Sailors screamed as
they saw the yellow, giant metal crab as they floated helplessly in the water,
their ship being drawn uner the waves.
A second ship suddenly began to sink, and then a third ...[305]
[306] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 11:44 AM)
[307] Ald Raathim's vessels,
sleek Altmer ships, sailed out, marines and mages on the decks, ready to face
the incoming Redoran fleet. They were all skilled sailors, the best
Goranthir could find; Nord and Altmer and Dunmer, each working together to
become greater than the sum of their parts - the perfect navy for Ald Raathim.
They were a craggy, savvy lot; the most experienced of the captains had seen
decades of navel warfare before this conflict, and they knew just what their
ships were capable of. The Redoran ships were tough, but no match one on
one with an Altmer vessel; everyone who was anyone on the sea knew that.
The lookout on the Ald Raathimian ship Crestdancer was the first to see the
strange shapes below the waves; he cried out "'Ware under the waves!"
just secons before the lead ship, the Summerset's Pride, suddenly began to
sink, twin holes punched through the bottom of the ship. Sailors screamed
as they saw the yellow, giant metal crab as they floated helplessly in the
water, their ship being drawn uner the waves.
A second ship suddenly began to sink, and then a third ...
[309]
The Parraptons from Tel Sigrid arrived, swooping low over the bay, and watching
the Ald Raatham fleet get destroyed, 'What in the three's name is doing that?'
one of them said, as he signaled to his fellow riders to drop thier firebombs
on the ships that were still afloat. The ships were in a panic, with the
underwater attack, they had no time to counter the Parrapton assult from the
sky. After dropping thier ordanance, they changed course, and headed for the
Parrapton marshalling area
***
Bradas looked at the Parraptons overhead and the fires raging in the vessels
that blocked thier entry, 'That was unexpected, I do hope, however, those
burning hulks sink before we get there... Captian?'
'Yes sir?' The captian said, tightening the Gag over the land commanders mouth,
he had been speaking too much
'What is the expected ETA?'
'not sure, sir, the winds are still unpredictable, anywhere from half an hour
to two hours [310]
[311] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 06:44 PM)
[312] The lookout on the Ald
Raathimian ship Crestdancer was the first to see the strange shapes below the
waves; he cried out "'Ware under the waves!" just secons before the
lead ship, the Summerset's Pride, suddenly began to sink, twin holes punched
through the bottom of the ship. Sailors screamed as they saw the yellow,
giant metal crab as they floated helplessly in the water, their ship being
drawn uner the waves.
A second ship suddenly began to sink, and then a third ...
[314]
One of the sailors of an unfortunate ship, a young boatswain, was hurled into
the water as the ship sanks beneath the waves. Seeing the crab underneath him,
he muttered a rather long string of sailor's curses, drank his swift swim and
water breathing potions, then dove down, his longsword in hand. He attacked the
joints of the legs and the underbelly until his swiftswim ran out. He beelined
for the shore, but was still thirty feet under when his waterbreathing wore
off... [315]
[316] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 07:44 PM)
[317] Inside the first
building Nalion, Zadion, and Slyvos approach, the mages discover a huddled
group of people, staring fearfully at the appraoching mages until they
recognize that they are not the enemy. Relieved smiles come to their
faces and they get up, a few moving unsteadily due to injuries.
"Thank ALMSIVI, we're saved," one shopkeeper breathes, dusting his
apron off and muttering under his breath "Who'd a ever thought I'd say
that about an Altmer, a human, and a Khajiit before. Strange times we
live in, strange times ..."
A Dunmer woman promptly smacks him in the backof the head and says "Pardon
me husband, serjos; he was never good at dealing with loud noises, you
appreciate." The sounds of the fighting outside continue unabated,
as the refugees helpone another up, looking to their saviors to get them out of
this hellhole.
[319]
Slyvos had a look that seemingly lacked emotion covering his face now,
intentionally hiding any worry or anger at the situation the city was in, so as
to not disturb those they were trying to save. He'd learned his lesson after
the havoc he accidentally caused within the castle.
He looked at the now relieved, but still obviously worried civilians, motioning
towards the doorway. "alright, let's hurry up and get these people
somewhere safe. And don't dawdle or slow down; no fighting unless absolutely
nessescary, please." The khajiit gave Nalion a glance and a small grin, as
he and the group lead the people from the building to the safety of the castle,
maneuvering past debris and the occasional fabricant that was busily trying to
kill them, which resulted in it getting several horrid, and fatal, burns. [320]
[321] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 08:44 PM)
[322]
The lookout on the Ald Raathimian ship Crestdancer was the first to see the
strange shapes below the waves; he cried out "'Ware under the waves!"
just secons before the lead ship, the Summerset's Pride, suddenly began to
sink, twin holes punched through the bottom of the ship. Sailors screamed
as they saw the yellow, giant metal crab as they floated helplessly in the
water, their ship being drawn uner the waves.
A second ship suddenly began to sink, and then a third ...
[324]
Shaka ran across the waves as fast as he could. The harbor defenses had opened
up with ballistas and catapults, but probably to little effect. A few of Ald
Raathim's parraptons looked to be pursuing the enemy flyers.
When Shaka reached a sinking ship, he cast water breathe on as many sailors as
he could until his magicka ran low, then drank potions. The survivors swam for
shore, helping tow their wounded comrades. Shaka couldn't save more than a
fraction of the fleet, but he had to do something. . . .[325]
[326] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 6 2006, 08:01 PM)
[327] Slyvos had a look that
seemingly lacked emotion covering his face now, intentionally hiding any worry
or anger at the situation the city was in, so as to not disturb those they were
trying to save. He'd learned his lesson after the havoc he accidentally caused
within the castle.
He looked at the now relieved, but still obviously worried civilians, motioning
towards the doorway. "alright, let's hurry up and get these people
somewhere safe. And don't dawdle or slow down; no fighting unless absolutely
nessescary, please." The khajiit gave Nalion a glance and a small grin, as
he and the group lead the people from the building to the safety of the castle,
maneuvering past debris and the occasional fabricant that was busily trying to
kill them, which resulted in it getting several horrid, and fatal, burns.
[329]
After the refugees had been brought to the relatively secure castle, the group
of mages quickly moved back to the task they originally set out to accomplish.
Houses framed both sides of the street they stood in, former shops and
warehouses, some mansions, made of wood and stone and native Morrowind
material. Only a few were more than two storeys high. The signs of the battle
on them were clearly visible, scorch marks, small fires, remnants of pitch from
the firebombing, rubble and debris.
Behind the mages loomed the silhouette of Ald Raathim's castle with its towers
and walls. This seemed to be a likely route the crabs could take towards the
castle.
"Hide at both sides of the streets and prepare to fire at the buildings so
they fall into the streets. Use spells to protect yourselves from view.",
Nalion said, as he motioned another group of mages to do the same in a
different street. Heeding his own advice, Nalion took cover behind a stone wall
and waited for the moment to strike. [330]
In the city, the
fighting seemed to reach a momentary lull; the sounds of death and dying were
distant, away from Nalion and Slyvos. The smell of burning wood and flesh,
however, and the reverberation of the giant crabs' feet, were unnerving enough.
Two crabs loom overhead, temporarily blotting out the waning light of the day,
as they approach, their pincers pushing rubble out of their way as they plod
their way forward, toward the castle.
===
In the sea, Shaka manages to save a number of sailors from a horrible death,
brought on by shock spells or the sharp pincers of the seaborne crabs. Many
sailors, however, meet a grisely end in Ald Raathim's waters.
The Nordic sailors are holding out better than the Dunmer or the Altmer, thanks
to their hardiness, and they turn their efforts to helping their fellow
floundering shipmates, as the seacrabs turn their attention to those ships
still alfoat and not burning. At least half of Ald Raathim's fleet has sunk or
is sinking, however ...[331]
[332] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 07:44 PM)
[333] The lookout on the Ald
Raathimian ship Crestdancer was the first to see the strange shapes below the waves;
he cried out "'Ware under the waves!" just secons before the lead
ship, the Summerset's Pride, suddenly began to sink, twin holes punched through
the bottom of the ship. Sailors screamed as they saw the yellow, giant
metal crab as they floated helplessly in the water, their ship being drawn uner
the waves.
A second ship suddenly began to sink, and then a third ...
[335]
The bubbles of air that floated up from the Altmeri vessel Sea Raven as
it was dragged under water by the giant claws of the crab were uncountable to
Heldreg Saltbeard. He had been a crewman on this warship from the moment it was
brought into the navy of Ald Raathim by Goranthir.
Like some if his other mates, he had only survived because he knew two spells
that in his opinion every seaman should know by heart. Waterbreathing and Swift
Swim. Another skill would soon come in handy, too: Making knots.
The Nord glided swiftly through the water, dragging a heavy rope - plenty of
those could be found on every ship sailing the seas and rivers of Tamriel -
behind him. He did not flee, but headed directly for one of the crabs, more
specifically, for one of the claws that dug deep into the ships body, holding
it in a deadly grip, dragging it down to the bottom of the sea. As he reached
the claw, he slung the rope around it, hoping that noone would see what he was
doing. As he had tied one end tightly to the giant metal arm, he swam back up
to the ship, wound the rope a few times around the ships mast to tighten it,
then swam to the other claw and did likewise, finishing with the strongest knot
he knew.
"There you go, may you go down with your prey, bastard!", Heldreg
cursed. [336]
[337] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 08:44 PM)
[338] Slashes-With-Claws and
the second crab engage in an awkward melee, pincers beating at one
another. The enemy crab driver has the advantage of knowing what he's
doing, but is hampered by the need to both deal with Slashes's crab and the
soldiers trying to break into his top hatch.
Lesser fabricants swarm over the two crabs, biting and slamming at any Dres
soldier and obscuring Slashes's view; he accidentally manages to stab a pincer
into Loranna's favorite tailor's shop, causing the wall to crumble and various
people to dive out of the way.
The crab Slashes is dueling begins blasting its own surface with shock spells
to convince the determined Dres and Nord fighters not to climb on top of it,
but the Nords continue to hammer away at the hatch, prompting much cursing from
inside the crab that even Valerius can hear.
[340]
Slashes watches through the furry of fabricants, men, and mer, seeing the enemy
crab sending lightning at his men. He looks over the controlls and tries some
more. Finally one causes shocks to shoot out from the crab. "Sargent
Valerius, see what you can do with that." Slashes orders as he tries to
maneuver around to get the other crabs legs. [341]
[342] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 6 2006, 07:37 PM)
[343] Slashes watches through the furry of fabricants, men, and mer, seeing the enemy crab sending lightning at his men. He looks over the controlls and tries some more. Finally one causes shocks to shoot out from the crab. "Sargent Valerius, see what you can do with that." Slashes orders as he tries to maneuver around to get the other crabs legs.
[345]
Valerius looks at the button for a moment, "I'll take care of
that..." he pickes upa loose peice of crab interior from the floor and
places it on the button, holding it down. "That'll take care of it." [346]
Anya tore a bloody
path through the Redoran ranks. Unfortunately, that path was taking her deeper
into the ranks. She was edging closer to the hole made in the city wall,
gutting a soldier here, rending a soldier's throat there. More often then not,
she tore the throats of the men when she fed off of them, keeping herself
alive. She had lost sight of both Kiseena and Shaka in the massacre.
Anya lept onto another Redoran, ignoring the holy curses they screamed. Her
armor was pocked with holes, her arrows were spent, only her spear remained
sheathed to her back.
She went to the next soldier, savoring the shreik as he held his slashed chest.
This was a good day. [347]
Felis Darin fell
overboard as his ship rocked. He landed near a large metal crab, knocking holes
in teh botom of the boat. He tried to keep from panicing and cast a water
breathing spell. He watched as a shock of electricity shot out and killed two
other sailors. He had to do something, but what? There had to be a way in. He
cast a resist shock and swam towards the crab.
He found what looked like a hatch. The crab moved and turned, he had to cast a
swift swim to keep away from teh pincers. He was running out of magicka.
thinking quickly he swam fast to the hatch and smacked it with an unlock spell,
a clicking sound came from it. Using the last of his magicka, what he would
need if he wanted to survie, he used telekenisis to try to open the hatch. He
knew he could not make it back to land, but maybe he could take one out in teh
process. [348]
[349] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 08:29 PM)
[350] In the city, the
fighting seemed to reach a momentary lull; the sounds of death and dying were
distant, away from Nalion and Slyvos. The smell of burning wood and
flesh, however, and the reverberation of the giant crabs' feet, were unnerving
enough.
Two crabs loom overhead, temporarily blotting out the waning light of the day,
as they approach, their pincers pushing rubble out of their way as they plod
their way forward, toward the castle.
[352]
Slyvos quickly moved to hide from the crabs, a bead of sweat going down his
face as he casted invisibility on himself for added insurance against being
spotted. If they didn't pull this off, he didn't want to have to be the one to
tell everyone they were all going to die horrid, painful deaths at the claws of
giant mechanical crab creatures.
have to time this thing just right... come on... come on... he backed
away from the building he was useing as cover slowly, becoming gradually less
nervous with each step back to get into a good position to blast it. He managed
to crack a smile from under his invisible shroud of magic, as he lifted his
hands up to begin casting one of his most powerful and largest flame spells, a
little something he had been able to make years ago.
He extended his hands out, as the flames from the spell engulfed his arms, and
made sure his palms faced forward as he let loose a massive blast of magical
flame, hitting the buildings that would most likely have debris that could be
used to block up the crabs. And man was it a pretty, firey, and dusty sight... [353]
[354] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 6 2006, 08:43 PM)
[355] Valerius looks at the button for a moment, "I'll take care of that..." he pickes upa loose peice of crab interior from the floor and places it on the button, holding it down. "That'll take care of it."
[357]
P'Rassha, slightly preoccupied by the increasing number of Redoran soldier
trying to kill Isidor and him was distracted, just like the enemies he faced by
the sudden lightning burst coming out from the captured crab.
Not only did it made a Fabricant leaped back on the other side of the broken
wall, but the lightning burst soon became a lightning ray, a continuous ray.
P'Rassha finished a tall Redoran fighter, almost as tall as P'Rassha's chest
and grabbed Isidor by the pauldrons.
"We are heading for the crab, friend."
Although he was somehow gentle, P'Rassha's grip was way to strong to be broken.
When P'Rassha was close enough of the two fighting crabs, he jumped on the one
controlled by Slashes and et Isidor go.
"Fight the Fabricants, push them on the lightning ray."
And without losing a second, P'Rassha tackled a Fab with all his might directly
into the ray they were desperatly trying to avoid, heavily burning him and
knocking it off the crab. [358]
Shaka lifted his head
above water at the sound and pressure of the buildings going up. He had
abandoned Water Walking in order to dive and try to rescue a few more sailors.
Shaka's subspecies of Argonian couldn't breathe water, but he could hold his
breath several times longer than any softskin.
Was that the enemy's doing, or ours? he wondered. The fleet's survivors were
fewer by the minute. Maybe it was time for him to get back to town and see how
he could help.
These bastard machines are going to make it all the way into Ald Raathim, he
cursed to himself. All we can do is try to slow them down before they reach
Castle Daruhn.[359]
Bradas looked up at the sails above, as the wind suddenly ceased thier moving. His head turned to the flag of Redorian, it had fallen limp... a scrow came across the admirals face, as his fleet slowed, the flag picked up again, 'NNE, we're never going to get into port with this wind! Ajust the sails, avoid the flaming hulks. Anchor my ship here, and let the others advance further, and Get Vadon on the line!'
***
'Councillor, its Bradas!' the communications officer yelled
'I have enough problems, thank you,' Vadon said, yelling into the
communications mirror, 'what do you mean they have taken a crab?'
'Councillor, he says that the winds have changed direction, it will be a while
before the ships reach the harbour. He is requesting your troops to secure the
bay'
'How can I, when i dont know what troops are mine? Send out the order, then,
have my crabs head for the docks!'
***
A look of glee came across Faryons face as he watched the battle in the mirror,
Vadon was loosing it, he could see. The battle, though was still undecided, but
as the odds where heavily against the defenders, they were equalling up. The
Camera panned over the fleet. Bradas, a good sailor, loyal as anything, the
enemy fleet was in the prosess of being destroyed, a smile came across his
face. Once the troops on those ships landed, the battle would be over. Faryon
sighed, 'Order the reserve batallion to advance to Ald Raatham to offer
support,' Faryon remarked casually. With any luck, both Vadon and Ald Raatham
would destroy each other [360]
[361] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 6 2006, 08:49 PM)
[362] Slyvos quickly moved
to hide from the crabs, a bead of sweat going down his face as he casted
invisibility on himself for added insurance against being spotted. If they
didn't pull this off, he didn't want to have to be the one to tell everyone
they were all going to die horrid, painful deaths at the claws of giant
mechanical crab creatures.
have to time this thing just right... come on... come on... he backed
away from the building he was useing as cover slowly, becoming gradually less
nervous with each step back to get into a good position to blast it. He managed
to crack a smile from under his invisible shroud of magic, as he lifted his
hands up to begin casting one of his most powerful and largest flame spells, a
little something he had been able to make years ago.
He extended his hands out, as the flames from the spell engulfed his arms, and
made sure his palms faced forward as he let loose a massive blast of magical
flame, hitting the buildings that would most likely have debris that could be
used to block up the crabs. And man was it a pretty, firey, and dusty sight...
[364]
Four fireballs, sent from the other side of the street flew towards a second
building directly opposite to Slyvos' target house. With the splintering of
both wood and rock, they hey hit the structure with full force. Moments after,
another flight of fiery bolts of magickal flame followed. The building began to
crack and crumble, threatening to fall just in front of one of the giant metal
crabs.
If Slyvos looked closely at the place of origin of the spells, he could make
out four faintly shimmering shadows blending into the scenery. One of them
seemed to wave to him.
"Retreat and regroup!", a familiar voice with a Breton tongue
shouted. [365]
In the castle, reports
were streaming in; the fate of Ald Raathim's navy sent the office into a tizzy,
especially since the Redoran fleet was still approaching.
Other reports made Loranna's jaw tighten; accounts of a monster tearing through
the Redoran ranks, spraying their blood everywhere. Conflicting reports on the
city being torn down buiding by building by the crabs, of crabs being breached
and killed. The castle itself was still under fire, and the seacrabs were
getting close enough that the lookouts could see seige weapons on their briny
backs. The harbor catapaults were already firing, trying deperately to slow
down the encroaching monsters ...
"Your Grace," one of her servants said, "the west tower reports
a number of crabs closing in on the castle from the city ...
===
The two land-bound crabs can't move in time; the buildings crash down upon
them. Even being as massive as they are, the crabs can't just shrug off tons of
wood and stone falling on top of them; they are driven into the ground, their
pincers waving feebly.
When cloud of dust and debries settles, Nalion and Slyvos find the crabs and
collapsed builings have made an effective barrier. The crabs try with extremely
limited success to escape, while other crabs, responding to the Redoran
commaner's orders, try to clear the rubble with their pincers, soldiers and
fabricants circling around and looking for enemies to slay.
===
At sea, a couple of the seacrabs encounter ... difficulties; one finds itself
dragged down with the ship it was gutting, and trapped beneath the dead bulk of
the Altmer vessel. A second sudenly started taking in water, causing the pilot
to panic and flail about helplessly.
However, eight crabs managed to clamber onto the harbor, whereupon they begin
attacking the guard towers. Ballistae bolts, boulders, and magic fly back and
forth as a furious battle begins at the harbor ...[366]
Valerius looks around
for a moment. then, coming to a descision, he says to Slashes, "I'm going
back out, see if we can't get another one of these things..." He went
through both hatches back into the fray. Looking out, he could see a half dozen
or so small things around the docks, miniature versions of what they had
captured. Quickly, he went back in to tell Slashes. "Head for the docks, we've
got work to do! I'll meet you voer there." A small spell hit the shell,
"And I'll see what I can do about this friendly fire."
He bolted out of the crab, swinging his sword after closing and locking the
hatch again. [367]
Lotus clacked his
back. He was floating high in the air, watching the whole battle. He couldn't
see any way of helping without hurting himself, so he left the city alone. It
wasn't his territory anyway.
But then the new threat arrived. These ships were getting to close, to close to
his territory in the mangroves. He had left people alone, largely do to the
request of Anya, but he didn't think these predatorial animals would leave it
alone.
Angrily he screached, and wheeled towards the advancing fleet. He was unique,
unlike his kin, he didn't have to rely on just his scythe like tail for
defense. His jaw hung open, and glowed brightly as he readied himself.
When the ships were close enough, he launched several fireballs from his mouth,
hitting the sails on two ships. His skin color helped to hide him from the
sailors until it was to late. He banked sharply, making another run on two more
ships. [368]
A chain is as strong as its weakest link, thought Shaka. What's another vulnerable
point in these machines, other than the underside tube?
Shaka grabbed a few soldiers and mages and headed for the dockside warehouses.
They broke down the doors on those buildings still standing. . . .
Some of the city's defenders saw an Argonian with a huge cask on his back soon
after, using a Feather spell. Other mages and soldiers were fanning out with
more barrels.
"Pitch," shouted Shaka. "Cover their eyes!"
As the building supplies were handed out, he saw a flight of parraptons streak
over the waters. Heading for an enemy fleet, Shaka guessed. One parrapton was
intercepted by an enemy pilot. Shaka watched helplessly as the rider, tiny in
the distance, fell for what seemed a long time before being broken by the sea.
The others disappeared into the distance. [369]
Valerius surveyed the
scene. There were people fighting around the two crabs, some on top. He noticed
some soldiers throwing the enemy into the electric beam, but on the other side
more of those soldiers were hurling spells and melee attacks into the crab from
behind.
"Stop you idiots!" Valerius shouted to them, "this one's
OURS!" He looked about for something to use as a marker. Picking up the
severed head of a redoran mage, he drew two large letters on the side of the
crab, an A and an R. Sliding down to the soldiers that were attacking a few
moments ago, he said, "follow me, we have a crab hunt to go on." [370]
[371] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 6 2006, 10:23 PM)
[372] Valerius looks around
for a moment. then, coming to a descision, he says to Slashes, "I'm going
back out, see if we can't get another one of these things..." He went
through both hatches back into the fray. Looking out, he could see a half dozen
or so small things around the docks, miniature versions of what they had
captured. Quickly, he went back in to tell Slashes. "Head for the docks,
we've got work to do! I'll meet you voer there." A small spell hit the
shell, "And I'll see what I can do about this friendly fire."
He bolted out of the crab, swinging his sword after closing and locking the
hatch again.
[374]
Slashes finally got the upper hand on the enemy crab, he managed to snag one if
its legs with a claw and break it, the enemy crab fell to teh ground, trying to
drag itself along on three legs, he grabbed anotehr leg, and broke it. The crab
was useless. He turned towards the docks, his own crab walking a little
awakwardly, but still making good movement. [375]
[376] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 09:12 PM)
[377] At sea, a couple of the seacrabs encounter ... difficulties; one finds itself dragged down with the ship it was gutting, and trapped beneath the dead bulk of the Altmer vessel. A second sudenly started taking in water, causing the pilot to panic and flail about helplessly.
[379]
If Heldreg Saltbeard were able to shout underwater, there would have been a
shout of victory on his lips as he saw the crab go down with its supposed prey,
however, his joy was soon to be quenched as he saw that eight crabs had reached
the harbour.
He began to swim towards the shore, a bit away from the landing site of the
crabs, intent on joining the battle, then, he felt a sudden pain in his back,
then in his chest. He looked down...
...and stared at a claw of horn and flesh. Dreugh flesh, sticking out of his
chest, bloody...
The last thing he saw, was the Dreugh claw retracting from his body, and the
last thing he felt was a bite near his neck. [380]
The castle was under
fire again, some of the seacrabs turning from firing on the harbor towers to
rain balistae bolts upon the fortress of Ald Raathim. Despite the strength of
the stone and the magic protecting it, the walls were showing damage; the new
tower was all but crumbled to the ground; the ballistae, already weakened from
early parrapton raids, were slowly being destroyed; the gate had taken a
pounding aleady.
Yet, the castle was still standing. And from the magic mirror, orders were
given:
Lotus is joined by the remaining parraptons of Ald Raathim's stables, making a
quick hit and run raid on the Redoran fleet. Fire blazes from the sky in an
attempt to take the sails out from under the Redoran vessels.
Nalion and Slyvos are joined by more mages to help blocade off the land crabs,
and in the field, other people follow Shaka's and Valerius's lead in blinding
the crabs and pounding on the hatches. The fabricants, though viscous, proved
less intelligent than flesh and blood soldiers, and had trouble adapting to
attacking the crabs already infiltrated as well as protecting those that
weren't - especially when the crabs were being stymied in their advance.
"Message from the Duchess; we're to get these giant monstrosities down to
the harbor," one soldier reports to Nalion, smiling through the smoke of
battle. "They had crabs sneak up from the water; we lost our navy. We're
to keep the fleet from landing with their own weapons of war." [381]
Valerius had managed
to get about twenty men to follow him in, five of those all that was left of
his command. They went from street to street, trying to skirt around the larger
conflicts and find a crab.
Find one they did. In pretty decent shape and near to the harbor. Valerius and
his impromptu command circled around behind the crab and attacked. The
Redorans, not expecting an attack from that direction, fell quickly, but more
were soon brought up. The one person who knew any magic set about trying to
open the door while the others covered him.[382]
Slashes removed teh
metal that was holding the button down on the lightning weapon, he did not want
to wreck the city any more then it was as he traveled.
Slashes' crab trundled down the streets, steadily approaching the docks. He
knocked over a few lamp posts, but that could not be avoided. He could see the
enemy sea crabs now.
Pressing his crab forward he opened the pincers to make the first strike at the
unprepared enemies. [383]
[384] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 09:42 PM)
[385] "Message from the Duchess; we're to get these giant monstrosities down to the harbor," one soldier reports to Nalion, smiling through the smoke of battle. "They had crabs sneak up from the water; we lost our navy. We're to keep the fleet from landing with their own weapons of war."
[387]
"More? From the Bay?", Nalion asked, uttering a curse, something
unusual for the Breton. "We'll get there as soon as possible."
A few mages were sent to hold positions and continue trying to delay the land
crabs, but the major part of the fighters in the streets near Nalion and Slyvos
began to make their way to the harbour. [388]
[389] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 6 2006, 08:46 PM)
[390] Valerius had managed
to get about twenty men to follow him in, five of those all that was left of
his command. They went from street to street, trying to skirt around the larger
conflicts and find a crab.
Find one they did. In pretty decent shape and near to the harbor. Valerius and
his impromptu command circled around behind the crab and attacked. The
Redorans, not expecting an attack from that direction, fell quickly, but more
were soon brought up. The one person who knew any magic set about trying to
open the door while the others covered him.
[392]
The mage finally got the door open, and the score of men backed in,
slaughtering the wounded that were stored in there. While the others removed
the bodies and began marking the crab, Valerius kicked in the door to the
controls, killed the man with a sqipe of his sword, moved the decapitated body
of the chair, and took control of the crab.
He made his way to the docks with his new prize. [393]
Anya craned her neck
at the setting sun. A gleeful smile spread on her face, the burning pain
subsiding. She arched her back, stretching out her body, clearing the pain.
She grabbed a soldier next to her and lifted him up by his neck, several arrows
thudded into his back. She tossed him aside, looking at the soldiers still
flooding in through the breach in the wall. She quickly made herself invisible.
Good as time as any. Now that her head was cleared, Anya shifted again.
Her own form was easy enough to do, masquerading as a different race was one
level further.
Anya focused, and her eyes swirled red. Her body color rippled and turned an
ashen gray. Satisfied, she started through the soldiers, her voice thick with
magic.
She began to spread rumors, orders. She told some that the Ald Raathim army had
attacked from behind, masquerading as Redorans. Others she told that those
running back were the Ald Raathim soldiers. So the lies began to spread, and
nearly every soldier through the area near the breach was attacking in
confusion. She began using chameleon and invisible to slay a man here,
disappear, and spread a lie somewhere else. [394]
The harbor was an
arena for six-legged titans, clashing for the fate of Ald Raathim.
Through the efforts of Shaka, Valerius, and others, six of the giant land crabs
fell into the city's hands, and lumbered to the harbor. As the moons showed
themselves and the stars shone down in the sky, they trundled up to the
seacrabs, which were showing signs of wear already thanks to the efforts of the
Dres soldiers.
The seacrabs were confused at first, thinking these were reinforcements to help
fight off the annoying infantry harasseing them. When Slashes-With-Claws stabs
the first sea crab with his pincers though, the others realize the treachery
and turn to face the captured war machines. The seacrabs attempt to surround
their opponents and pick them apart, fabricants leaping around confusedly
between the two sides.
The enemy's crabs are smaller, not as powerful, but they are somewhat faster,
and their polits more experienced in using their machines than Ald Raathim's
soldiers. The battle promises to be a fierce one - but, the castle still has a
few catapaults intact ...
At the wall breaches, confusion reigns thanks to Anya's efforts and harrassing
attacks by Ald Raathim's army to keep the enemy from regrouping. Some Redorans
labor to get damaged or defeated crabs back up and running, or to clear a way
to the castle, but the defending soldiers fight with renewed vigor, intent on
preventing their city from falling to Redoran hands.
[395]
[396] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 11:42 PM)
[397] The harbor was an
arena for six-legged titans, clashing for the fate of Ald Raathim.
Through the efforts of Shaka, Valerius, and others, six of the giant land crabs
fell into the city's hands, and lumbered to the harbor. As the moons
showed themselves and the stars shone down in the sky, they trundled up to the
seacrabs, which were showing signs of wear already thanks to the efforts of the
Dres soldiers.
[399]
Shaka decided to take on the smaller fabricants, while the titans battled each
other. As he hacked through machine limbs and dodged hot steam and oil, the
ground shook around the Argonian. A babble of orders and warcries mixed with
explosions.
This must be like the days of the Tribunal and Red Mountain, he had time to
think. A twilight struggle between gods and clans.
Shaka staggered back as scorpion pincers struck the Dragonbone Cuirass. He ducked
under an iron stinger before it could take off his head, and managed to jam the
Spear of Bitter Mercy into the thing's neck, levering it open. As he ran to
search for another fabricant, Shaka was not without hope. [400]
Kiseena picks a nice
tall rooftop and makes her way there. Panting, she dumps her armfulls of
filched arrrows, already sorted in the same direction to speed their use.
"Hungry Cat, Hircine," she breathed, looking down at the Redoran
soldiers making their way back toward the harbor. "Help Kiseena be a
useful cat."
Arrows passed through her bow so fast it stopped being an active choice, and
turned into a sort of reflex. Far below, enemy soldiers were struck with a
myriad of arrows, some carrying with them frost, fire, shock and poison. [401]
Slashes grins at the
sight of the pincers piercing the sea crab. He brings the claw back and strikes
again. The enemy crab attempts to move around him, striking at his legs. He
moves the controls, turning the wrong one, making his crab go the wrong
direction.
The enemy crab gets a good hit on the leg of Slashes' crab it shifts
alarmingly. He changes directions, unable to see the enemy crab that is
attacking him now. The enemy crab turns for a moment to take care of an
annoying soldier. The driver does not see Slashes crab closing.
Slashes is jostled as his crab shifts alarmingly, the back right side rising
upwards. The crab stops moving, refusing to go anywhere whichever way he moves
the controls. Well, time to move on, he thinks. He gets out of the crab and
sees that it is on top of the enemy sea crab, pinning it in place. [402]
Slyvos just stood a
ways away from the harbor, his mace buried in an unlucky Redoran's head that he
had just smashed in. He had a firey look in his eyes, quivering alittle in
anticipation of whatever it was he was anticipating as he immolated the poor
soldier with magical flames. "and that's what you get for attacking my
home!" He beat the flaming body away with the mace, only to take a massive
gash in the back from a sword.
He grunted, turning around and swinging the mace in an attempt to hit whomever
slashed at him. The opponent that did the damage managed to avoid the blow,
only to scream as a blast of electricity hit him in the face.
The khajiit panted, bleeding a bit as the healing potions did their job at
keeping him up and ready to continue this. "and now, time to head back
inside, I think I've done quite a bit of trouble for one day."
A fabricant leaped directly at him as he was talking to himself, allowing the
khajiit only a moment to dodge, and quickly wulf down a recall potion.
---------------------------------------------
And he was in his study once more, noticing at last that the castle did indeed
take a few hits that actually did some damage. "... at least it's
repairable..."
He rushed as fast as he could towards the room Loranna was in, slowing down as
he approached with a strange look on his face. "and... I think we're doing
okay, considering..." [403]
Valerius was engaged
in combat with his own seacrab, the thing was faster than he was, but he had
the advantage of bulk, finally getting to its side and shoving the thing with
the pincers onto the docks. The docks held a for a moment, then collapsed
underneath the crab in a sooty, debris-filled splash. When Valerius could see
again, he saw the crab pinned just underwater by mounts of the former dock.
one down, seven to go. As he turned to shoot some more lightnign into
the fabricants, he noticed Slashes stnading on his crab, which appeared to have
sat on one of the seacrabs. Make that six...[404]
[405] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 7 2006, 12:05 AM)
[406] Slyvos just stood a
ways away from the harbor, his mace buried in an unlucky Redoran's head that he
had just smashed in. He had a firey look in his eyes, quivering alittle in
anticipation of whatever it was he was anticipating as he immolated the poor
soldier with magical flames. "and that's what you get for attacking my
home!" He beat the flaming body away with the mace, only to take a massive
gash in the back from a sword.
He grunted, turning around and swinging the mace in an attempt to hit whomever
slashed at him. The opponent that did the damage managed to avoid the blow,
only to scream as a blast of electricity hit him in the face.
The khajiit panted, bleeding a bit as the healing potions did their job at
keeping him up and ready to continue this. "and now, time to head back
inside, I think I've done quite a bit of trouble for one day."
A fabricant leaped directly at him as he was talking to himself, allowing the
khajiit only a moment to dodge, and quickly wulf down a recall potion.
---------------------------------------------
And he was in his study once more, noticing at last that the castle did indeed
take a few hits that actually did some damage. "... at least it's
repairable..."
He rushed as fast as he could towards the room Loranna was in, slowing down as
he approached with a strange look on his face. "and... I think we're doing
okay, considering..."
[408]
Loranna was busily tending to the wounded, and seeing that the civilians were
prepared to flee through the mountain pass. Outside the castle, Dram and his
guards were holding off a lucky Redoran squad that managed to reach the castle
despite everything.
"Slyvos ...!" Loranna's healing magic enveloped the Khajiit before he
could get another word out, the controlled chaos within swirling around the two
of them.
"What's happening? With the night fallen our sentries can't see what's
going on," she says. "What's happening at the harbor?"[409]
A long, baleful howl
cut through the din of battle, shortly before a armored, white werewolf leapt
upon one of the Sea-crabs. Anyone who had spent a significant time with Reichi
could easily recognize the bloodsplattered and gore-covered armor, as well as
simply by the fact that it was a white, albeit bloodsoaked, werewolf.
Without a moments hesistation, the lupine began beating his fists against the
hatch of the sea-crab, snarling and growling as he tried to force entry so he
could get at the soldiers inside. It wasn't too long before the hatch gave way
to Reichi's superior strength, though Reichi's hands hurt like hell from the
effort.
The lycanthrope slipped into the hatch, and the screams of the Redoran crew
joined the din of battle as Reichi 'redecorated' the inside of the crab in a
fashion similar to the Butcher Of The Bay. Oh deck the halls with
intestines, fa-la-la-la, la la la laaaa... [410]
[411] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 11:12 PM)
[412] Loranna was busily
tending to the wounded, and seeing that the civilians were prepared to flee
through the mountain pass. Outside the castle, Dram and his guards were
holding off a lucky Redoran squad that managed to reach the castle despite
everything.
"Slyvos ...!" Loranna's healing magic enveloped the Khajiit
before he could get another word out, the controlled chaos within swirling
around the two of them.
"What's happening? With the night fallen our sentries can't see
what's going on," she says. "What's happening at the
harbor?"
[414]
"Glad to see you too; alright, let me just put this as clear as I
can." He took a deep breath, holding the mace of Molag Bal over his
shoulder again with a bit of grin. Of course, this time he made sure to speak
so only Loranna could hear him. "Nalion's plan worked perfectly, it took
out two crabs directly from the debris. The others, well, let's just say it's
ironic that the Redorans could make such powerful machines and yet make them so
easy to have turned against themselves. And, for some reason, the Redorans at
the breach are killing themselves; literally, they are fighting and killing
their own soldiers, from what I've heard."
He just dropped the mace and pulled Loranna into a hug, letting himself breath
again. "like I said, I think we're winning..." He let go of her,
bending down to pick up the weapon. [415]
[416] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 7 2006, 12:22 AM)
[417] "Glad to see you
too; alright, let me just put this as clear as I can." He took a deep
breath, holding the mace of Molag Bal over his shoulder again with a bit of
grin. Of course, this time he made sure to speak so only Loranna could hear
him. "Nalion's plan worked perfectly, it took out two crabs directly from
the debris. The others, well, let's just say it's ironic that the Redorans
could make such powerful machines and yet make them so easy to have turned
against themselves. And, for some reason, the Redorans at the breach are
killing themselves; literally, they are fighting and killing their own
soldiers, from what I've heard."
He just dropped the mace and pulled Loranna into a hug, letting himself breath
again. "like I said, I think we're winning..." He let go of her,
bending down to pick up the weapon.
[419]
"I suspect the enemy didn't anticipate us getting close enough to capture
their crabs; doubtless the next battle they'll know better," Loranna says
dryly, hugging Slyvos back. "Okay, so our people did capture some of the
crabs and are fighting at the harbor? Our catapaults aren't in good enough
condition to take out that fleet alone when it gets here."
She motions for a servant and whispers instructions to her; the Khajiit girl
curtesies an hurries up the surviving tower. [420]
Shaka paused for a
moment near the docks, searching the chaos for an opening. He spotted
Slashes-With-Claws climbing out of a wrecked warcrab, and sprinted over to him.
"Commander, I have a couple more barrels of tar stashed. Think we can use
them? . . . Damn, I see they got a piece of you," he added, looking at his
fellow Argonian's hand.
The flames of the burning dockside reflected off the green and brown scales of
the two fighters.[421]
[422] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 7 2006, 12:26 AM)
[423] Shaka paused for a
moment near the docks, searching the chaos for an opening. He spotted
Slashes-With-Claws climbing out of a wrecked warcrab, and sprinted over to him.
"Commander, I have a couple more barrels of tar stashed. Think we
can use them? . . . Damn, I see they got a piece of
you," he added, looking at his fellow Argonian's hand.
The flames of the burning dockside reflected off the green and brown scales of
the two fighters.
[425]
Slashes looks at his hand, somewhat embarassed by the permanent loss of a claw,
"Yes, they did, an arrow got it. It is good to see you are alive
marshbrother." He drew his claymore, ready to fight. "Tar you
said?" He looks at the other crabs still moving about. "Yes, I think
so. It is hard to see inside that thing. Where is the tar?" [426]
[427] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 7 2006, 12:34 AM)
[428] Slashes looks at his hand, somewhat embarassed by the permanent loss of a claw, "Yes, they did, an arrow got it. It is good to see you are alive marshbrother." He drew his claymore, ready to fight. "Tar you said?" He looks at the other crabs still moving about. "Yes, I think so. It is hard to see inside that thing. Where is the tar?"
[430]
Shaka led the commander to a ruined warehouse. Two barrels of pitch stood
against an outside wall.
"I can cast feather spells on them whenever you're ready." Shaka saw
an archer on a nearby roof; a Khajiit? He raised an arm in acknowledgement to
his fellow combatant.[431]
[432] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 6 2006, 11:38 PM)
[433] Shaka led the
commander to a ruined warehouse. Two barrels of pitch stood against an
outside wall.
"I can cast feather spells on them whenever you're ready."
Shaka saw an archer on a nearby roof; a Khajiit? He raised an arm in
acknowledgement to his fellow combatant.
[435]
Arrow after arrow flew from Kiseena's paw, and she was about to fire another,
but stopped short. Her bow lowered somewhat as she noticed who she had nearly
fired at. With a smirk, she waved back down to the argonian she'd met less than
a day ago. [436]
[437] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 7 2006, 12:38 AM)
[438] Shaka led the
commander to a ruined warehouse. Two barrels of pitch stood against an
outside wall.
"I can cast feather spells on them whenever you're ready." Shaka
saw an archer on a nearby roof; a Khajiit? He raised an arm in
acknowledgement to his fellow combatant.
[440]
"Let us go, the sooner those machines are disabled, the better." He
took a barrel. [441]
Nalion had parted from
the group of mages he had accompanied during the battle in the city's streets
and was now on his way back to the castle. On his way, he gathered the lastest
reports from messengers entering and exiting the castle. A unit of Redorans was
gathering at the breach in the city wall, trying to enter the city in force.
The enemy crabs at the docks were still on the move.
He had made a decision. The mage rushed up the stairs of one of the castle's
towers, then stood at the top, looking skywards. Despite the smooke in the air,
some stars could be seen. Nalion stood upright, flexing his muscles as if
preparing to carry a great weight. Despite his ragged and torn appearance and
the dark smears of sweat and dirt on his face, he gave off an air of power.
He raised both his hands towards the stars.
"Help me...", me muttered, then summoned all his strength.
Shining brightly
Twinkling in darkness
Alluring the wise and the lovers alike
Released you are,
Light
In a blaze of fire
Glorious and deadly I call to you
Help me
Turn the tide
The words were spoken soundless. And the sky remained unchanged. Nalion began
to tremble, frantically holding on something that seemed to be too much to
bear.
Then, something appeared on the horizons, two tiny twinkling lights, moving at
an amazing speed, coming ever closer. Behind them, they dragged a beautiful,
yet at the same time terrifying white tail.
The shooting stars parted their ways and began to fall, fall down and down onto
Nirn and Nalion's trembling grew stronger and stronger, threatening to
overwhelm him. Sweat was dropping from his brows, mixing with the dirt on his
face, stinging in his eyes.
The falling stars continued on their path, though they also seem to waver
slightly. They came ever closer, only a few hundred feet separated them from
the battlefield...
Then, two deafening cracks rippled through the night, one seemed to come from a
crab fighting at the harbour, the other seemed to be close to a breach in Ald
Raathim's wall.
As the last crack trailed off and got absorbed in the clamour of the battle,
Nalion collapsed, shivers still rippling through his body. [442]
[443] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 7 2006, 12:42 AM)
[444] Then, two deafening cracks rippled through the night, one seemed to come from a crab fighting at the harbour, the other seemed to be close to a breach in Ald Raathim's wall.
[446]
Shaka staggered and covered his eyes as the shooting stars hit. When he could
see again after the glare and dust, he feathered the two barrels and turned to
Slashes.
"Come on, while they're disoriented!" The Argonians sprinted for a
seacrab, and prepared to hurl the barrels onto its vision ports.[447]
For a brief moment, it
was as if everyone in the battle paused to look up at the night sky, driven by
a nameless instinct.
Even in the castle, people could feel it - the sense of something shining in
their midst for a brief moment, a sense of something rare and wonderous. A
sense of magic.
One of the seacrabs literally explodes, ripped apart by the falling star that
impacts it; at the breached wall, a similar explosion occurs, shattering the
rear ranks of the regrouping Redoran, throwing the survivors into disarray.
" ... Puppets of false gods, look you now upon true greatness,"
Loranna whispers, her expression that of wonder and hope.[448]
[449] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 7 2006, 12:47 AM)
[450] Shaka staggered and
covered his eyes as the shooting stars hit. When he could see again after
the glare and dust, he feathered the two barrels and turned to Slashes.
"Come on, while they're disoriented!" The Argonians sprinted
for a seacrab, and prepared to hurl the barrels onto its vision ports.
[452]
Slashes shook his head for a moment to clear it of the sound and flash of the
shooting stars. He grabs a barrel and charges after Shaka. Reaching a crab he
makes several throws with the barrel, covering the view ports. "Take that
one!" He shouts at Shaka and points to another crab closing on them. [453]
[454] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 7 2006, 12:42 AM)
[455] As the last crack trailed off and got absorbed in the clamour of the battle, Nalion collapsed, shivers still rippling through his body.
[457]
It wasn't long before Nalion was discovered by a servant, who calls out
"Healer, healer! Master Nalion is stricken!"
The message is quickly related to Loranna and Slyvos; Loranna feels her heart
skip a beat and looks to her husband, saying " ... Please let him be alive
..." before rushing to the fallen Breton.[458]
[459] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 7 2006, 12:50 AM)
[460] Slashes shook his head for a moment to clear it of the sound and flash of the shooting stars. He grabs a barrel and charges after Shaka. Reaching a crab he makes several throws with the barrel, covering the view ports. "Take that one!" He shouts at Shaka and points to another crab closing on them.
[462]
The battlemage nodded and ran toward the second warcrab. He grasped the Amulet
of Shadows and, not for the first time this day, activated it.
The night made him invisible rather than a shimmer. Before it could react, the
war machine was blinded by the pitch. Shaka jumped off its deck and ran back to
the Commander.
Now to decide whether to light them up, or try to open the hatch, he thought.[463]
Even Slyvos looked
upward, closeing his eyes and sighing, his face looking strangely content
despite the chaos going on outside. It was... well, he wasn't sure what it was.
Out of all of these years he's existed, counting those he was living, those he
was dead, and the months of his current life, there were still many things he
had yet to see, and many things he could never know...
"And I confirm what I said before... we, are winning. It's a hollow
victory, but it's a victory none the less..."
Until of course, the news of Nalion came in, and his expression changed to that
of horror and worry. "damnit... I knew this wouldn't be easy..." He
went to Nalion with loranna, hopeing his friend and ally was alright. [464]
[465] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 11:57 PM)
[466] It wasn't long before
Nalion was discovered by a servant, who calls out "Healer, healer!
Master Nalion is stricken!"
The message is quickly related to Loranna and Slyvos; Loranna feels her heart
skip a beat and looks to her husband, saying " ... Please let him be alive
..." before rushing to the fallen Breton.
[468]
The mage still was trembling and shivering, as he lay curled up on one side.
There was a smell like burnt flesh in the air. When turned around for healing,
Loranna and Slyvos would see that his hands had suffered severe burns, like if
the Breton had held his palms over fire. The mage would not respond to calling
or shaking. [469]
[470] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 6 2006, 11:50 PM)
[471] Slashes shook his head for a moment to clear it of the sound and flash of the shooting stars. He grabs a barrel and charges after Shaka. Reaching a crab he makes several throws with the barrel, covering the view ports. "Take that one!" He shouts at Shaka and points to another crab closing on them.
QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 6 2006, 11:57 PM)
[475] The battlemage nodded
and ran toward the second warcrab. He grasped the Amulet of Shadows and,
not for the first time this day, activated it.
The night made him invisible rather than a shimmer. Before it could
react, the war machine was blinded by the pitch. Shaka jumped off its
deck and ran back to the Commander.
Now to decide whether to light them up, or try to open the hatch, he thought.
OOC: out until tomorrow
[477]
Kiseena saw Shaka and the other argonian moving the barrels, similar to those
she'd seen Shaka working with earlier. A connection formed in her mind, and she
began to paw through the pile of arrows she had left.
"Merrunz seems with Kiseena as well, this day," she murmured. It was
a very long shot from where she stood, but soon two arrows enchanted with fire
were sent sailing through the air to strike the tarred monstrosities. [478]
[479] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 7 2006, 01:02 AM)
[480] The mage still was trembling and shivering, as he lay curled up on one side. There was a smell like burnt flesh in the air. When turned around for healing, Loranna would see that his hands had suffered severe burns, like if the Breton had held his palms over fire. The mage would not respond to calling or shaking.
[482]
Loranna lays a hand on Nalion's chest, her fingers glowing with a soft blue
light; her expression though belies her worry as Nalion fails to respond to any
stimulus.
Looking at his hands, her eyes widen with realization. "Nalion, you've
pulled starlight down from the heavens," she whispers, cradling his hands
in hers, her eyes closing. "My magic can heal the wounds of the dirt; to
heal this though ..."
She remembers the time the monstrous Leseth brought an unmoving Allerleirauh
and Arynel back to the castle, and she worked her magic, thinking she had
healed her friends when in truth all she had done was stabalize their bodies.
Their souls, which were what had been truly wounded, were beyond her magic -
the realization beyond her understanding at the time.
Nalion's hands grow wet, as tears fall from Loranna's eyes, her tearstreaks
shining in the light. She leans down and kisses Nalion's hands and whispers to
him "Doll would never forgive us if you don't make it dear. Please, come
back to us ..."[483]
[484] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 7 2006, 01:06 AM)
[485] Kiseena saw Shaka and
the other argonian moving the barrels, similar to those she'd seen Shaka
working with earlier. A connection formed in her mind, and she began to paw
through the pile of arrows she had left.
"Merrunz seems with Kiseena as well, this day," she murmured. It was
a very long shot from where she stood, but soon two arrows enchanted with fire
were sent sailing through the air to strike the tarred monstrosities.
[487]
Whoever waswith Kiseena this day was with her still; the arrows strike home and
the sea crab is sheathed in flame.
Though the surface scorches, it doesn't seem to cause much damage at first -
but two of Ald Raathim's crabs turn and attack the flaming sea crab, and
blinded by the flames it can't defend itself. The seacrab's pincers are ripped
from its body and its flaming hull is pierced repeatedly until it is still.
The remaining seacrabs are locked in a life and death struggle with Ald
Raathim's crabs, but in the end the sheer brute strength of the larger crabs
overwhelms the smaller, sleeker ones. The last of the seacrabs is still, three
of Ald Raathim's crabs still functioning. [488]
[489] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 12:12 AM)
[490] Loranna lays a hand on
Nalion's chest, her fingers glowing with a soft blue light; her expression
though belies her worry as Nalion fails to respond to any stimulus.
Looking at his hands, her eyes widen with realization. "Nalion,
you've pulled starlight down from the heavens," she whispers, cradling his
hands in hers, her eyes closing. "My magic can heal the wounds of
the dirt; to heal this though ..."
She remembers the time the monstrous Leseth brought an unmoving Allerleirauh
and Arynel back to the castle, and she worked her magic, thinking she had
healed her friends when in truth all she had done was stabalize their
bodies. Their souls, which were what had been truly wounded, were beyond
her magic - the realization beyond her understanding at the time.
Nalion's hands grow wet, as tears fall from Loranna's eyes, her tearstreaks
shining in the light. She leans down and kisses Nalion's hands and
whispers to him "Doll would never forgive us if you don't make it
dear. Please, come back to us ..."
[492]
The wounds on Nalion's hand began to heal, but painfully slow. The marks would
remain for some time, this was apparent. The trembling and shivering stopped
though, and Nalion began to breathe normally again. It looked like much needed
sleep. [493]
Slyvos came around,
just in time to see the unsuccessful healing of Nalion, which made his mouth
hang open alittle. "may he recover quickly..." He went over to
Nalion's pained, unconscious form, picking up him to carry him carefully.
"what did he do to himself..."
The khajiit just motioned for Loranna to follow him, walking back from whence
they came with a solemn look on his face. "to whatever being that exists
for the dead, may the souls of all those that have died here, rest in peace... as
I still have much to make up for along those lines..." [494]
[495] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 7 2006, 01:43 AM)
[496] Slyvos came around,
just in time to see the unsuccessful healing of Nalion, which made his mouth
hang open alittle. "may he recover quickly..." He went over to
Nalion's pained, unconscious form, picking up him to carry him carefully.
"what did he do to himself..."
The khajiit just motioned for Loranna to follow him, walking back from whence
they came with a solemn look on his face. "to whatever being that exists
for the dead, may the souls of all those that have died here, rest in peace... as
I still have much to make up for along those lines..."
[498]
"I think he'll recover from this," Loranna says quietly, looking at
Nalion. "Look; the magic's starting to work."
Dram and his guards, all severely bloodied, trudge back into the castle; Dram
bows lightly to Loranna and whispers quietly to her.
" ... Tell the catapault operators to fire at will; send the parraptons
out for another run," Loranna tells Dram. As the head guard bows and heads
to carry out Loranna's orders, the Duchess looks to Slyvos.
"The Redoran fleet is in the bay; they'll land any moment," Loranna
says.
===
At the harbor, the beleagured defenders of Ald Raathim watch as the Redoran
sails grow more distinct in the moonlight. Tired, bloody, standing atop the
fallen corpses of their friends, their enemies, and scrap metal, they pull
themselves together in preperation to repel another assault, the warcrabs
moving up to block the harbor. Boulders sail from the castle, sending up waves
as they crash into the water.
At a few hundred yards, though, something strange happens ...
[499]
[500] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 05:02 PM)
[501] "At a few hundred yards, though, something strange happens ...
[503]
The "Blacklight" had been anchored in the harbour, sitting back
watching the battle go on. It was the Admirals Ship, and with the
communications from the lookout, he did not like what he saw,
'Admiral, our fleet is being harrased by small craft'
'Ignore them
'Admiral, the seacrabs are being taken out by enemy crabs!'
'They have crabs?'
'Admiral! our advance force was taken out by a falling star of some sort'
'Give me that!' The lookout through his looking glass down to Bradas, who
surveyed the battlefield. The gleam of shields against the still burning fire,
the wreckage of the Crabs, the cheer of victory carried by the northerly winds,
'Get a message off to the Captial, tell them that the invasion has failed.' The
Admiral said quietly
'But we have an army of many thousands of men in our holds! we can still take
them!'
"Vadon has lost his battle too, he just does not realize it'
'But Admiral!'
'I would rather have my troops to defend the Capital against future advances. I
do not want the crop of Redorians best troops killed in an amphbious assult on
the harbour, Those crabs were our only chance at victory. If we could have
landed before they were destroyed, we may have had a chance...'
'But Admiral!'
'If the Three would have wanted us to win this battle, they would have given us
the winds we needed. Look, the Parraptons are still firing on the city, it will
be in Cinders by tomorrow. And Ayems goal will be achieved. As of now, we
withdraw from the range of enemy units. Signal the other ships, we're out of
here!'
'But Admiral!' His Land Forces Commander said
"BUT NOTHING!' If they really want this city, then we shall come back and
get it properly, without all the strange gizmos and stuff,' A purple flare shot
into the air, the signal to retreat
'Then we have lost?' the Commander said
'No. Reports are scetchy, but Indoril forces in the south have broken the
Royalist Lines. Its a complete rout. Most of Vvanderfell has been recaptured,
and we have also recaptured Tel Sigrid. Ald Raatham is completly cut off from
everything. We shall indirectly besiege them intill they are too weak to carry
any sort of defence. Then we send someone who knows what they are doing to take
out the city. It is the Alliances victory against the Royalist. We have only
lost this single battle, but we are much closer to winning the war,' the
Admiral finished, his figure silohetted by the burning Ald Raatham in the
distance [504]
[505] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 6 2006, 11:17 PM)
[506] The last of the seacrabs is still, three of Ald Raathim's crabs still functioning.
[508]
The crab that Valerius was piloting was, miraculously, one of those three.
However, being the second crab to arrive at the docks, his crab had taken
severe punishment. One of the pincers was swinging idly on its hinge, there
were several burn marks over its shell (his had been one to engage the flaming
seacrab), and something must have hit the crab's underbelly, because the cabin
was slowly filling with smoke from whatever drove the machine below. It still
worked though, and still would, if Valerius could figure how to turn the darned
thing off.[509]
QUOTE(Shardie @ Jan 7 2006, 12:19 AM)
[510] A purple flare shot into the air, the signal to retreat
[512]
Valerius saw the flare arc over the sky before petering out and falling into
the water. Although he did not know what it meant, he couldn't help but feel
that most of the battle was over. He climbed out of his crab and rejoined his
command. only three left of the fifteen he had had this morning. Although he
only knew them for two days, he was troubled. Together with the rest of his
men, they sat upon the crab's giant shell, reflecting upon what they had lost,
and what they ahd gained. [513]
Dynate limped down the street; he banged it hard when kicking a Redoran back into his lines when the walls had recently broken. His lower chest was slashed by a blade that got by him. The four friends that began to fallow him had been injured severely, one was heavily bleeding, for the fact his forearm was sliced half off. The other two had taken various slashes to the body. The injured group kept moving ahead toward the previous sounds of destruction near the port. "CMON!" yelled Dyn "I keep some health potions on shore under one of the docks." He didn’t use magic, now he and his friends where suffering from it. [514]
As the Redoran fleet
turns away, a ragged cheer sends them off from the harbor; Ald Raathim's sons
raise their bloody weapons overhead and roar in elation and relief.
Back at the breached walls, a similar cheer goes up as the news quickly spreads
about the Redoran fleet's retreat. Already in disarray because of the shooting
star, and having been confused by Anya's efforts before that, the Redorans are
demoralized. Though fighting continues, the Redoran realize they aren't going
to make it back into Ald Raathim, and they slowly pull back to Tel Sigrid,
leaving behind many, many destroyed fabricants and no fewer than half the giant
crabs they brought with them.
However ... fires still burn, and it seems every street and corner has at least
one ruined building, if not more. The harbor guard towers all lie in ruins, the
city's navy still lies at the bottom of the bay, and the castle has seen better
days.
It was time for the survivors to give thanks for making it through the night,
and to begin the counting of the dead ...[515]
[516] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 06:27 PM)
[517] As the Redoran fleet
turns away, a ragged cheer sends them off from the harbor; Ald Raathim's sons
raise their bloody weapons overhead and roar in elation and relief.
Back at the breached walls, a similar cheer goes up as the news quickly spreads
about the Redoran fleet's retreat. Already in disarray because of the
shooting star, and having been confused by Anya's efforts before that, the
Redorans are demoralized. Though fighting continues, the Redoran realize
they aren't going to make it back into Ald Raathim, and they slowly pull back
to Tel Sigrid, leaving behind many, many destroyed fabricants and no fewer than
half the giant crabs they brought with them.
However ... fires still burn, and it seems every street and corner has at least
one ruined building, if not more. The harbor guard towers all lie in
ruins, the city's navy still lies at the bottom of the bay, and the castle has
seen better days.
It was time for the survivors to give thanks for making it through the night,
and to begin the counting of the dead ...
[519]
it was by a tree, on the Road to Tel Sigrid he stood, triumphant smirk on his
face, to greet the withdrawing troops. He smiled as the first wave came by, and
with the second, came thier commander
'I came to help, Vadon, but you did not need me. You really retreat?' Faryon
Gloated
'My navy withdrew! I couldnt help it!'
'Your navy withdrew because you could not hold the docks. My Parraptons have
already told me that much. You were too Cautious, Vadon'
'And your saying you could do better?'
A gleam sparkled in Faryons eye, 'Yes, I am'
Councillor Vadon ignored this remark and begain his treck back to the city,
whilst Faryon mounted his Parrapton and set fowarth to Blacklight.
There would be concequences [520]
[521] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 02:27 AM)
[522] As the Redoran fleet
turns away, a ragged cheer sends them off from the harbor; Ald Raathim's sons
raise their bloody weapons overhead and roar in elation and relief.
Back at the breached walls, a similar cheer goes up as the news quickly spreads
about the Redoran fleet's retreat. Already in disarray because of the
shooting star, and having been confused by Anya's efforts before that, the
Redorans are demoralized. Though fighting continues, the Redoran realize
they aren't going to make it back into Ald Raathim, and they slowly pull back
to Tel Sigrid, leaving behind many, many destroyed fabricants and no fewer than
half the giant crabs they brought with them.
However ... fires still burn, and it seems every street and corner has at least
one ruined building, if not more. The harbor guard towers all lie in
ruins, the city's navy still lies at the bottom of the bay, and the castle has
seen better days.
It was time for the survivors to give thanks for making it through the night,
and to begin the counting of the dead ...
[524]
Kiseena holds back on a few shots, her need to fire quickly diminishing. She
lets out a sigh, thankful to not see too many enemy soldiers to fire at. Though
she can still see smoke rising, making her frown. Pawing through her arrows
again, the best she can find are a few frost arrows.
Unsure of wether they would really help or not, she slips them into her quiver,
trying to make her way across rooftops to get a good vantage point on those
burning buildings.
"Kiseena is thinking of others?" thought the khajiit. "And
all because of one strange bosmer who was nice to Kiseena." She wasn't
used to being nice. A day or two ago, if war hit Ald Raathim she would be more
likely to flee or find a place to hide. [525]
Anya wiped her mouth,
watching the Redorans leave. "Good riddance, they tasted bad."
Anya looked around and saw she was only surrounded by the corpses of the
Redorans. She didn't realize how far into their files she had swept until now.
She hid her vampirism again, still feeling estatic. She wasn't feeling hungry,
that was sure. She made her way through Ald Raathim, working towards the
castle. "Ugh, I didn't make good on my promise to Kiseena. I hope she's
alright." she muttered, kicking her way through the damage of the battle. [526]
Greebo sat on a top of
a roof, staring intently over the city. The screams of the dying and the
wounded were everywhere. He had restrainend himself from using magic during the
battle. Except in the case of those children. He licked his paw almost
unconciously, trying to get rid of the taste of blood. The fabricants tasted
really bad.
Greebo leapt from the roof, melting into shadows when he landed. Soon, some
wounded cityzens of Ald Raathim would notice that they felt much better,
without any apparent reason. Only few people would notice the faint shadow and
a fast flicker of blue light where the healing was processed, but even that
would be blamed on fever.
***
Dastril stood in the middle of the main street. He drew his sword from the
scabbard with both hands, lowering the shield to the ground. He stared
expressionless at the direction of the fleeing Redorans. Then he let his gaze
wonder to his sword. It was covered all over in blood. The scabbard would be
completely ruined. Dastril pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and started
to clean his sword carefully. It was like ritual to him.
Finally, when he was done, he held out the handkerchief away from his body, and
concentrated on a spell. The handkerchief was burnt to ashes. It took the last
of his magicka. The battle was clearly over.
Now he only had to find someone who could tell what the oblivion had happened.
And after that, find a bed, and sleep for couple of days. [527]
Shaka sat on ruined
cargo in the docklands, exhausted. Most of his scrolls and all of his potions
had been long since used up. When he had rested awhile, he would trudge to
Castle Daruhn and report in.
They had us, he thought wearily. I can't believe they didn't finish the job.
Looks like I'll have to pick a temple and start attending it.
There would be time now to heal the survivors and clear the rubble. Shaka
wondered how many of the warcrabs could be repaired. He doubted they could
duplicate these machines, but maybe they could salvage them. . . .
[528]
Isidor walked through
the streets of Ald Raathim, surveying the damage. He shook his head as he
looked at the dead, and dying. Some were people he recognized; patrons of the
Nymph and Noggin, parents of children Tyradil and Tilitalia went to school
with. His armor was now completely red, soaked with his blood and the blood of
otheres. His axe was since discarded, lost in the skull of a passing Redoran.
He was walking to the Nymph and Noggin, praying it was still there. [529]
Reeds was in shock. As
he walked down Ald Raathim's streets he tried to rememeber exactly what he had
been doing these past hours during the battle. The last thing he could remember
was seeing Slashes and some men take over a crab as redorans came pouring into
the barracks area. After that, it was a big blur until he found himself at night,
standing near the walls with about fifty dead redorans around him.
He headed for the bookstore, to see if it had survived the onslaught. He
approached a giant pile of rubble, two crabs stuck underneath. He broke into a
run, climbing over the barrier as fast as he could. He reached the top, and his
fears were quelled. His bookstore still stood, a little worse for wear but
standing nonetheless, just next door to the rublle of the buildings flung into
the street. [530]
Having resently
arrivied Dack did not know the extent of the battle or how long it lasted when
he apporched the walls and saw the breachs he silently cursed him self for not
bing quicker but when your in a full daedric armor its hard to be faster. As he
entered the city he cursed some more he had seen three redoran on the road and
dispached them quickly but this wasn't what he expected to see, buildings lying
every whare dead solders and fabracents redoran and roylist alike. Promptly he
heads for a place to change into his out of battle outfit and then he heads for
the castle. when he arrives he asks to meet with Loranna.
ooc, edited for spelling and grammer. [531]
Reichi relaxed in the
sea-crab he had broken into and butchered the crew off, watching the starlit
sky through the bashed-open hatch of crab. The crab hadn't sustained much
damage, aside from the shattered hatch, and some smashed controls in the
cockpit from when Reichi thrown some poor Redoran bastard onto them. Probably
repairable, but boy, would Reichi hate to be the bastard who had to clean and
repair the interior of this thing.
Reichi placed his ring back on his finger, reversing the change and crawled
onto of the crab to survey the damage. Ald Raathim looked like all hell had
broken loose on it. But the Redoran had retreated, and had left half
their crabs behind. Reichi climbed off the machine, and stopped a moment to
write Reichi Sari
was here on the crab before trudging towards the
harbor so he could clean himself and his equipment. [532]
Putting out the fires
still burning in Ald Raathim, and finding and healing the trapped and the
wounded, took most of the night; it was nearly dawn before the rescuers paused
in their efforts, and then more from pure fatigue than from a sense that
everyone had been found.
The damage to the city was extensive; the Redoran's firebombs and warcrabs had
destroyed a good number of shops and homes, and Nalion's tactics of bringing
the house down on the crabs had only aded to the number of buildings
demolished. The Drunken Guar was nothing more than a smoking ruin, the Arena
would not be usable for some time, and the harbor bore the inevitable
consequences of having a dozen giant mechanical crabs fight upon it. Most of
the guard towers were damaged if not outright destroyed, and the castle still
bore the marks of the Redoran's seige engines.
The streets were full of bodies and blood; man, mer, and fabricant clogged Ald
Raathim's lanes. Sobbing could be heard throughout the city, as friends and
family members were recognized among the dead - or, worse, simply not found
among the living. Someone commented that the bloostains by the city wall, the
crushed remains of both enemy and ally, would never come out, and many people
came to regard that spot as unlucky. Indeed, the blood would never seem to wash
away...
Despite all the damage, however, the temples still stood. The Redorans had
showed some reluctance to outright attack the Tribunal temple on the outskirts
of town, showing some revereance perhaps, but the House of Dibella, incredibly,
stood. Scorch marks pocked the streets around the temple, and many remembered
the parraptons flying overhead, intent on blasting the outlander church to the
ground, yet by some miracle, the beautiful ediface remained totally untouched.
The high priestess gave thanks to Dibella for Her protection and mercy in
shielding her faithful and opened the temple doors wide to help heal and
console the people of Ald Raathim.
Many, many of Ald Raathim's soldiers lay dead, but for each of Ald Raathim's
soldiers who had died, three Redorans had also fallen, and counting the
fabricants that lay twisted and broken in the streets, it was clear that the
defenders had sold their lives very dearly. And though there were civilian
casualties as well, those were fewer than they could have been; the drills had
payed off ... [533]
Vaan was at the
Tribunal temple, being attended by a healer. Rumours made their way to his ears
about captured crabs, and they were greeted like sweet nectar to a bee.
It was some sort of divine route really. Vaan understood that the gods created
mortals, but now the mortals had created their own equivalent, machines.
Notably, the power of each existing form was weaker with each go. Vaan would
definitely have to inspect these crabs further. It seemed as if Mortals were
mimicking the first actions of the gods before them. Interesting.
When the healer had finished his work, Vaan wondered how many of his Muatramer
brethren had also survived, and if they had fought well. [534]
Valerius and Co. were
not allowed to mull about for long. Right after the fleet was seen leaving the
harbor, they began the long and tedious process of search and rescue. The night
dragged on forever, but Valerius' mind, after years of training, shut out most
of the worst images. The one thing he did remember vivedly was a small mob of
drunks having to be hauled away from the wreckage of some tavern, several
yelling "But why is the rum gone?!" in shock.
While digging through some of the rubble around the crab Slashes-With-Claws had
fought, his men found three more of their company alive, but just barely. The
other men in his company whisked them off to the impromtu triage set up in one
of the more intact buildings while Valerius continued to poke through the
rubble on a quest of his own.
He found it underneath the upper half of a fabricant, its body burned from
severe electrical damage. It was bent, but still useable, and the enchantment
was still as good as ever. He strapped his shield to his back and continued the
search for bodies.
****
Reeds' shop, though it has escaped the worst of the attacks, was still a mess.
The looters that were now roaming the streets had made it to the shop first.
Reeds stepped over the broken-down door to survey the damage.
There were cracks in the ceiling, and Reeds did not doubt that the upper level
would be heavily damaged. Books were lying scattered about the ground, the
shelves that once held them proudly against the wall in dissarray. There were
also two unexpected guests there. Looters, judging by the piles of books in
their hands and the sacks of other good over their back. Reeds pulled his
sword.
"Unless you plan on buying those, I suggest you leave." He said,
pouringf menace into every syllable.
They dropped the books and fled. Quickly, Reeds locked the most valuble
merchandise in the basement storeroom, grabbed some medicinal supplies he had
left over from Narsis, and headed out to find somewhere he could help. [535]
Sometime during the
night, while the relief efforts were underway ...
"Your Grace." The scout's expression was grim. "The retreating
army has destroyed everything in its path."
Loranna's tearstreaks had looked moist and fresh ever since she had healed
Nalion; she asks quietly "How much is everything?"
The scout silently pulls out a map and shows Loranna the extent of the damage.
The Redorans had cut a swath through their farmland. "They burned the
fields and the farmhouses, killed the netches. ... We're still looking for the
farmhands themselves; we've found a few, but the rest ..."
A servent steps forward, his red eyes shining with repressed anger. "Your
Grace," he says reluctantly, "Reports now say the Indoril have taken
Omanymi; the giant crabs tore through their defenses. With the Redorans now
controlling Tel Silgrid ..."
"We're cut off from our allies," Loranna says, rubbing her temples.
"... No news yet from Mournhold?"
Her staff shake their heads. [536]
When dawn broke, Shaka
looked in the direction of the Drunken Guar and saw only charred timbers and
masonry. He would miss that locals' hangout; a lot of good memories, but also
he would never forget that in a nightmare alternate Drunken Guar, the Eight
walked into the mystic swords and were shredded, hurled into the Spheres of the
Gods. It was that tavern that an evil mage had nearly brought down around
everyone's head, too.
He shook his head. It only lived in memory now.
Shaka had finished helping to heal the wounded and put out fires, and
considered whether now was the time to check in at the castle. Suddenly it hit
him: did the Nymph and Noggin, the company's second home, still stand?
Shaka ran back to the docks and searched for the block that the Nymph had taken
up. Castle Daruhn stood proudly atop its bluff to the south, though sadly
battered. It was difficult for Shaka to look at it; he wanted to remember it as
it had been, just as he wanted to remember the dead of Ald Raathim when their
souls had still shone through their eyes. [537]
A lone nord stood near
the wreckage of Ald Raathim, gazing throughout the ruined city. He shook his
head. How could he have ever thought of allying with the redoran?
He shook his head again, and walked towards the docks. [538]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws stood looking at the town. After he had thrown the tar on
the enemy crab he looked for stray Redorans and fabricants.
After the enemy retreaded, he spent the night looking for survivors and healing
the wounded, using up all his healing and magicka restoration potions.
As the light of dawn struck him he got a good look at himself, he was covered
in dried blood, some of the dark green metalic scales on his armor were
missing, and he was missing the end of his left ring finger.
He looked at the bodies of his men, sorrowful at the loss of so many of his
men, men he had trained, men who trusted and trusted him back. The sorrow
showed on his face, but most could not tell that that was what it was. [539]
Vivec
The Previous Day
The army that marched from Sotha Sil to Vivec was one of the largest forces
marshalled by the Redoran and Indoril factions. Mer, fabricant, parrapton, and
towering warcrab advanced resolutely for the holy city, divided Vivec which had
been plagued by the deluded puppets of the usurper King and the Outlanders who
dared to call themselves the successors of the sacred Tribunal. Today, Vivec
would be united under the beneveloent guidance of ALMSIVI, and the unbelievers
shown the folly of their ways.
The royalist forces at Vivec could see the army coming, hear the thunder of the
giant war crabs' approach. Though they had but short notice, they assembled
themselves to meet the enemy, though even as they hurried to defend the city,
the faithful followers of ALMSIVI made themselves ready to recieve their gods,
for everyone knew that the Tribunal would stand with their faithful soldiers
this day to reclaim the city.
As the sun drew high overhead, the two forces met. Golden Almalexia, wielding
her blade Hopesfire, Two-Toned Vivec, bearing his spear Muatra, the cloaked and
masked Sotha Sil, holding some esoteric device that doubtless was his latest
tinkering, standing at the head of a gleaming sea of bonemold and yellow metal
that stretched back behind them like a glowing mantle.
Almalexia raised Hopesfire and pointed it at the royalists, and the two forces
threw themselves against one another, fighting for the greatest prize in all of
VVerdenfell. [540]
The vision Vivec had
for the city that bore his namesake was one that was never realized. Even so,
for as long as it had stood it had remained a symbol of the power of the
Tribune. It had nearly been destroyed when Lie-Rock came crashing down upon it
during the first inklings of the Blue Dawn, but was afterwards rebuilt. Soon
war came to Vvardenfell once again, and it had been heavily damaged. Now all
signs seemed evident that the city was soon to play host to a large and bloody
battle.
Arynel was watching from outside, and though he could see what was taking place
before his very eyes, he was as far away as one could be. Somewhere the lots of
fate were falling.
The Breton waited. The time was soon.[541]
Vivec
The Previous Day
The royalist army, and the Dunmer who swore alliagence to the New Tribunal's
doctrines, fought fiercely against the army of the True Tribunal, but from the
beginning, they were faced with an uphill struggle. They didn't even control
the entire city; they couldn't effectively fight in the cantons they did not
control. The Redoran and Indoril soldiers and fabricants flooded around the
royalist forces and spread into their allied cantons.
Then, there were the warcrabs, here used as mobile seige engines. Their armor
impregnable from a distance, they lobbed spells and ballistae bolts into the
royalist army, calmly decimating their rear ranks while the Redoran and Indoril
and fabricants smashed them from the front.
And then, there was the Tribunal themselves. Almalexia threw mighty bolts of
lightning into the ranks of the royalist army, or cleaved multiple soldiers in
twain with Hopesfire. Vivec fought in a whirlwind style, Muatra leaving
withered, dessicated corpses wherever it stabbed. Sotha Sil struck the royal
army's mages dumb with a wave of his talisman, denying the royalists their
magics, and with a wave of his free hand he called up the forces of Oblivion
and other strange machines to do his bidding. Within a couple of hours,
everyone could see who would control Vivec by the time night fell.
Almalexia turned to her bothers and said "Finish
this; I shall return shortly." And with that she vanished, her
fellow Triunes turning their attention back to the rapidly-dying royalist army.
An hour later, and Vivec, Lord of the Middle Air, proudly strode up the steps
into his palace, and Sotha Sil, the Clockmaker, entered the Halls of Wisdom.
The battle continued to wage on, however, neither side willing to back down. [542]
Solin sat behind the
desk in the head office of the Hall of Wisdom. He waited, writing in book bound
in red. Papers littered the floor and several chests were left open and
overturned. Someone had fled this room hastily. The office walls were lined
with the books that had managed to avoid theft, looting, and the other dangers
inherent in war. They were obviously brought here after the Holy Citiy's
reconstruction, some were old with worn and faded covers, others were new
looking as though they had never been read.
The Dunmer's garb was simple designed for travel and its perils, over top of it
he wore a plain brown robe with a hood, to keep out inclement weather. A belt
cinched the cloth around his waist, tied to it was a mace, almost a cudgel.
[543]
[544] QUOTE(Solin @ Jan 7 2006, 11:55 PM)
[545] Solin sat behind the
desk in the head office of the Hall of Wisdom. He waited, writing in book
bound in red. Papers littered the floor and several chests were left open
and overturned. Someone had fled this room hastily. The office
walls were lined with the books that had managed to avoid theft, looting, and
the other dangers inherent in war. They were obviously brought
here after the Holy Citiy's reconstruction, some were old with worn and faded
covers, others were new looking as though they had never been read.
The Dunmer's garb was simple designed for travel and its perils, over top of it
he wore a plain brown robe with a hood, to keep out inclement weather. A
belt cinched the cloth around his waist, tied to it was a mace, almost a
cudgel.
[547]
His cloak wrapped tightly around him, his impassive mask half-hidden under a
volumous hood, the spare figure of Sotha Sil glides through the Hall of Wisdom,
moving with a quiet purpose. He wanders, seemingly randomly, pausing by an
acolyte's quarters to stare thoughtfully within the sparse chamber, then
tracing an intricate path through the library, searching for something.
At length, he reaches out, taking a slim volume down from a shelf with his
long, graceful fingers. With this find in hand, he heads upward, to the main
office. With an absent wave of his hand, the door opens, and he steps inside,
waiting in the doorframe, his book open, his hood falling over his face.
After several seconds, he snaps the book shut, and regards Solin silently, his
hands slipping into the folds of his cloak.[548]
[549] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 10:24 PM)
[550] His cloak wrapped
tightly around him, his impassive mask half-hidden under a volumous hood, the
spare figure of Sotha Sil glides through the Hall of Wisdom, moving with a
quiet purpose. He wanders, seemingly randomly, pausing by an acolyte's
quarters to stare thoughtfully within the sparse chamber, then tracing an
intricate path through the library, searching for something.
At length, he reaches out, taking a slim volume down from a shelf with his
long, graceful fingers. With this find in hand, he heads upward, to the
main office. With an absent wave of his hand, the door opens, and he
steps inside, waiting in the doorframe, his book open, his hood falling over
his face.
After several seconds, he snaps the book shut, and regards Solin silently, his
hands slipping into the folds of his cloak.
[552]
Sotha Sil is met by the Dunmer's burning gaze. As Solin finishes writing the
page he lifts his quill from the paper and deposits it in an inkwell. Gently,
he blows across the surface of the bound parchment to make sure it is dry.
Without hesitation, the Dunmer picks a page in the text and turns to it.
Holding the book up for Sotha Sil to see, Solin taps an illustrated page with a
gloved finger, it depicts a dome shaped rock, there is nothing on the other
page.
"What is this?" [553]
[554] QUOTE(Solin @ Jan 8 2006, 01:03 AM)
[555] Sotha Sil is met by
the Dunmer's burning gaze. As Solin finishes writing the page he lifts
his quill from the paper and deposits it in an inkwell. Gently, he blows
across the surface of the bound parchment to make sure it is dry. Without
hesitation, the Dunmer picks a page in the text and turns to it. Holding
the book up for Sotha Sil to see, Solin taps an illustrated page with a gloved
finger, it depicts a dome shaped rock, there is nothing on the other page.
"What is this?"
[557]
A feeling of power emenates from the cloaked figure, as Sotha Sil's hands
describe arcane symbols; Solin can see a flash of the strange talisman under
Sotha Sil's cloak; his fleeting glance leaves him with the impression of seeing
something Dwemeris in design.
Papers on the desk shake, but there is no rustle; Solin finds he cannot even
hear his own breathing, or the soft scrape of his boot on the floor. Sotha Sil
gestures, and the book rises out of Solin's grasp, floating toward the Triune.
"I ... have seen this before," a soft, gravely voice says, sounding
unused to speech. "An odd choice for your last words, but I would expect
the crafter of the Second Simulacrum to face me this way. Yes ..."
"That," Sotha Sil says, "is the Stone of Wonders." He
inclines his head at the Dunmer, raising a glowing hand to point at his throat
... [558]
[559] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 11:22 PM)
[560] A feeling of power
emenates from the cloaked figure, as Sotha Sil's hands describe arcane symbols;
Solin can see a flash of the strange talisman under Sotha Sil's cloak; his
fleeting glance leaves him with the impression of seeing something Dwemeris in
design.
Papers on the desk shake, but there is no rustle; Solin finds he cannot even
hear his own breathing, or the soft scrape of his boot on the floor.
Sotha Sil gestures, and the book rises out of Solin's grasp, floating toward
the Triune.
"I ... have seen this before," a soft, gravely voice says, sounding
unused to speech. "An odd choice for your last words, but I would
expect the crafter of the Second Simulacrum to face me this way. Yes
..."
"That," Sotha Sil says, "is the Stone of Wonders." He
inclines his head at the Dunmer, raising a glowing hand to point at his throat
...
[562]
Solin's expression remains unchanged as he responds.
Never taking his gaze off the false-tribune, Solin reaches a gloved hand into
the folds of his robe and reveals the hemispherical stone from the book's
illustration. The Dunmer sets it on the table for False-Seht to regard. [563]
[564] QUOTE(Solin @ Jan 8 2006, 01:33 AM)
[565] Solin's expression
remains unchanged as he responds.
Never taking his gaze off the false-tribune, Solin reaches a gloved hand into
the folds of his robe and reveals the hemispherical stone from the book's
illustration. The Dunmer sets it on the table for False-Seht to regard.
[567]
Seht turns his masked eyes to look upon the stone ...
" ... What?" he says, his hand no longer glowing ... [568]
It was time.
Arynel walked across the temple canton, the city roaring with battle. He
approached the Temple of Vivec, but the door was locked. And then it wasn’t.
Letting out a small breath of air, the Breton opened the door and stepped
inside.[569]
[570] QUOTE(Arynel @ Jan 8 2006, 01:42 AM)
[571] It was time.
Arynel walked across the temple canton, the city roaring with battle. He
approached the Temple of Vivec, but the door was locked. And then it
wasn’t.
Letting out a small breath of air, the Breton opened the door and stepped
inside.
[573]
The palace remains as tomblike as it always had been; the sounds of the
conflict outside end abruptly as the door closes behind the Breton.
"And so at last my shadow shows itself; this day was meant to end in a
biting," comes the voice of Vehk as he steps into the light, still holing
his spear.
"Come; prove to me you are worthy of being my shadow," he continues,
swinging his spear into a ready position. [574]
[575] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 11:48 PM)
[576] The palace remains as
tomblike as it always had been; the sounds of the conflict outside end abruptly
as the door closes behind the Breton.
"And so at last my shadow shows itself; this day was meant to end in a
biting," comes the voice of Vehk as he steps into the light, still holing
his spear.
"Come; prove to me you are worthy of being my shadow," he continues,
swinging his spear into a ready position.
[578]
“Shall sons heed the words of false fathers?” Arynel said, “You are a deceiver
in both form and tongue, and I come with a biting truth.”
With that the Breton drew his sword, adding:
“I am no shadow of yours.” [579]
[580] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 7 2006, 11:39 PM)
[581] Seht turns his masked
eyes to look upon the stone ...
" ... What?" he says, his hand no longer glowing ...
[583]
"What is left when all you have to regard is your soul?" Solin's
question rang clear as silence fled the chamber.
Rising from his chair Solin quietly moves to where Sotha Sil stands. The mace
crushes the imposter's golden mask and leaves its blank faced wearer in a heap
on the floor.
With a gesture the red tome and sibling to the Stone of Wonder leap into
Solin's waiting hand. The mage pauses, then kneels and retrieves the odd
talisman from the false-tribune's cloak. It was indeed a device of Dwemer make.
Solin regarded it carefully a moment before continuing out the door. [584]
[585] QUOTE(Arynel @ Jan 8 2006, 01:53 AM)
[586] “Shall sons heed the
words of false fathers?” Arynel said, “You are a deceiver in both form
and tongue, and I come with a biting truth.”
With that the Breton drew his sword, adding:
“I am no shadow of yours.”
[588]
Vivec laughs, and then he is upon Arynel in the blink of an eye, the spear
Muatra flashing through the air.
"The false fathers have already been replaced," he answers. "I
am the true note in a symphony marred by misplaced tones; it is you and your
brothers and sisters who deceive. Your teeth are dull and your tongue
unlovely."
Whether one considers Vehk's words masterful, his warrior skills are without
doubt expert ... [589]
[590] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 8 2006, 12:06 AM)
[591] Vivec laughs, and then
he is upon Arynel in the blink of an eye, the spear Muatra flashing through the
air.
"The false fathers have already been replaced," he answers.
"I am the true note in a symphony marred by misplaced tones; it is you and
your brothers and sisters who deceive. Your teeth are dull and your
tongue unlovely."
Whether one considers Vehk's words masterful, his warrior skills are without
doubt expert ...
[593]
…and over glamorous, Arynel blocks his attacks with swift and simple strokes.
Moves even an amateur swordsman would know.
“You adorn yourself in arrogance,” the Breton said, “and your voice is a poison
made null with but a single bladed word.”
At this Arynel swung his sword in a return strike at Vivec. [594]
[595] QUOTE(Arynel @ Jan 8 2006, 02:13 AM)
[596] …and over glamorous,
Arynel blocks his attacks with swift and simple strokes. Moves even an
amateur swordsman would know.
“You adorn yourself in arrogance,” the Breton said, “and your voice is a poison
made null with but a single bladed word.”
At this Arynel swung his sword in a return strike at Vivec.
[598]
Vivec's expression is one of amused contempt, as he watches Arynel's display of
swordsmanship. He laughs out loud at Arynel's assertion, a bloodthirsty gleam
coming into his eyes. He moves his spear with a casual, almost uncaring grace,
teasing Arynel's blade before turning the shaft to smack the sword back at its
wielder.
But when the shaft of Muatra meets Arynel's sword ... it is the sword that
wins, and with a loud crack, the blade splits the spear, causing Vehk's eyes to
widen in surprise.
And then, there is a great flash and an even louder crack ...[599]
[600] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 8 2006, 12:26 AM)
[601] Vivec's expression is
one of amused contempt, as he watches Arynel's display of swordsmanship.
He laughs out loud at Arynel's assertion, a bloodthirsty gleam coming into his
eyes. He moves his spear with a casual, almost uncaring grace, teasing
Arynel's blade before turning the shaft to smack the sword back at its wielder.
But when the shaft of Muatra meets Arynel's sword ... it is the sword that
wins, and with a loud crack, the blade splits the spear, causing Vehk's eyes to
widen in surprise.
And then, there is a great flash and an even louder crack ...
[603]
…and one lot of fate fell into place.
Arynel was on the temple canton, walking away from Vivec’s Temple. The battle
raging in the city was tumultuous. [604]
The Dwemer talisman
was cold in his hand. The arcane symbols Sotha had drawn flared to life briefly
as they were brushed them aside and the mechanism was as it had been when it
was last held by the Dwemer during the days of the newborn Resdanya.
Solin stood in the midst of a torrent of violence. On all sides he was
surrounded by combat. He was deafened by combined roar of the fabricants, the
battle crys of the Redoran warriors, and the ever present ring of metal against
metal. The King’s forces were doomed.
The harsh crack, like a tree struck by lightening, was heard by every soul in
Vivec.
Then it was silent. No sound, as it had been when Sotha had used his magic upon
it in the Hall of Wisdom.
The southern sky was lit as light, whirling and golden, took flight from the
dome of Vivec’s palace and challenged Magnus’s bright shine for supremacy in
the sky forcing all to close their eyes lest they be blinded.
Solin closed his eyes.
It came as a horde of whispers in the dark all focused in devotion of prayer,
then next as shout loud enough to shake the bones of the world.
A voice spoke.
“Love is under your will only.”
Silence again.
The smell of scorched leather filled Solin’s nostrils. He opened his eyes.
The world was dark at first, slowly light crept back into view. His gloves were
burnt.
In the sky above Vivec, Baar Dau stood an ominous guard over Vehk's people. [605]
[606] QUOTE(Solin @ Jan 8 2006, 12:49 AM)
[607]
In the sky above Vivec, Baar Dau stood an ominous guard over the people of
Vivec.
[609]
The battle at Vivec city continued to rage, but Arynel was gone. The fate of
that place was sealed. [610]
For the moment, the
battle paused, as everyone looked around, wondering just what had happened.
More than a few people stared at one another, stupedified.
The first cry comes from the Temple canton. "The Ministry of Truth! It is
restored!"
"B'Vehk ..." others breathe, and a new voice rings stridently across
the canton.
"Behold the power of the Tribunal!" The follower of Moonstone shouts
to all who can listen. "Who else could perform such a miracle?! Behold the
power of the true gods, heathern outlanders, and know defeat!"
In the fields, the remaining royalists looks at one another as the True
Tribunal's forces begins shouting and banging their spears on their shields,
and their hearts sink into the icy depths of defeat.
===
A chill wind wafts around Solin, constricting him for a single horrifying
instant; blood is drawn from his pores, staining his robes. Then, the terrible,
blazing-eyed figure of Almalexia is before him, her teeth bared and Hopesfire
raised.
"So you finally show yourself," she
sneers, the glowing blade crackling with electricity as she brings it down in a
savage arc at the Dunmer's head. [611]
[612] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 8 2006, 01:00 AM)
[613] A chill wind wafts
around Solin, constricting him for a single horrifying instant; blood is drawn
from his pores, staining his robes. Then, the terrible, blazing-eyed
figure of Almalexia is before him, her teeth bared and Hopesfire raised.
"So you
finally show yourself,"
she sneers, the glowing blade crackling with electricity as she brings it down
in a savage arc at the Dunmer's head.
[615]
Solin shook his head.
"I am finished here," he stated calmly. "Begone
false-image."
The talisman in the mer's hand flashed to life and Aricyn's shout struck
Almalexia. [616]
[617] QUOTE(Solin @ Jan 8 2006, 03:07 AM)
[618] Solin shook his head.
"I am finished here," he stated calmly. "Begone
false-image."
The talisman in the mer's hand flashed to life and Aricyn's shout struck
Almalexia.
[620]
When Aricyn had given voice to this Shout, he had shattered the moon which now
hovers once again over the city of Vivec. The force of the Shout had broken
several of his ribs and seared his throat; it had been a long while before he
was fully recovered from the effects of his Thu'um's power.
This time, the Shout is directed at a mer-sized target, not a large rock
hanging in the air. As fast as Almalexia was, she could not move as fast as the
Thu'um.
The residential cantons, Redoran canton, and even the foreign quarter canton,
each explode as the Shout blasts its way past them, ripping apart part of their
outer walls and flattening no few number of fighting mer and fabricants. Almalexia
simply vanishes from sight, as if she had never been there before.
For the second time in five minutes, everyone pauses, wondering just what in
Oblivion had happened ...
The Dwemer talisman grows hot in Solin's hand, and there is a loud pop from it,
followed by a succession of smaller pops. Smoke drifts out of it.[621]
Dastril was literally
exhausted. He had had to use his sword as a walking stick, and now he was
slowly walking towards the castle. He collapsed, and dragged his body to the
side of the road, to lean on the wall and sit for a moment. With trembling
hands, he pulled out a couple of potions from his bag, and drank them as soon
as he could. Healing and restore fatigue. He should be allright in a moment or
two. Yes. He could feel some of his minor wounds close in and heal, and he felt
a little more rested. He started to shake. "Oh, no, not this, not now,
n-ot ev-e-er!" It was so cold. A long time ago, he had been poisoned. But
he had survived it, with the aid of couple of dozen healing potions.
But, in that time and place, no potions of cure poison had been immedietly
available. And finally when he managed to get one, the poison had somehow
managed to root itself in his body, and the cure poison did not have it's full
effect. Finally, he had used a rare magical item to purge himself of it. It had
worked, but the poison had already managed to damage something vital inside
him. It propably wouldn't kill him, as long as he'd drink a restore health every
once in a while, but it wasn't a permanent solution.
He passed out.
He woke up, propably only few hours later. He was still feeling a little shaky,
but otherwise he was feeling quite all right. Now he needed some proper sleep.
He head out to find if the Nymph and Noggin was still operational. [622]
[623] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 7 2006, 08:43 AM)
[624] He was walking to the Nymph and Noggin, praying it was still there.
[626]
Smoke still curled up from the roof of the Nymph and Noggin, but the fire that
had caused it had been quenched some time ago. Inside both the elegant main
room of the Nymph, the rougher main room of the Noggin, and all the guests
rooms throughout, there were wounded people being tended to. Kethiah had been frustrated
not to be able to join in the battle to save Ald Raathim, but as the refugees
came, and then the wounded, she had found herself too busy to thnk about it.
Her personality was one of a natural organizer, so in no time, she had found
any who had healing skills -- either magical or mundane -- and had them
treating the wounded.
Tyradil and Tilialia had proven themselves invaluable aides in this, getting
food and water for the people. They too wanted to leave at first and see how
their father was faring, defending the city, but Kethiah kept them in her
sight. The stories they heard from the refugees were horrifying, and when the
battle in the bay took place and the Ald Raathim fleet was sunk, they had had a
terrible view of it from the windows overlooking the docks.
In a sense, the Nymph and Noggin had been lucky. The roof catching on fire was
the deadliest attack on its structure, and Kethiah had made certain that was
doused almost as soon as it happened. One need only look, however, at the
moaning, weeping, and in some cases dying people within, and the haunted
expressions on those whose homes had been destroyed, to see it would never be
the same again.
Nevertheless, Kethiah put a notice outside the Nymph that read:
Though we drown in tears,
And our horrors threaten to overwhelm us,
We Have Survived.[627]
[628] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Jan 8 2006, 12:03 PM)
[629] Smoke still curled up
from the roof of the Nymph and Noggin, but the fire that had caused it had been
quenched some time ago. Inside both the elegant main room of the Nymph,
the rougher main room of the Noggin, and all the guests rooms throughout, there
were wounded people being tended to. Kethiah had been frustrated not to
be able to join in the battle to save Ald Raathim, but as the refugees came,
and then the wounded, she had found herself too busy to thnk about it.
Her personality was one of a natural organizer, so in no time, she had found
any who had healing skills -- either magical or mundane -- and had them treating
the wounded.
Tyradil and Tilialia had proven themselves invaluable aides in this, getting
food and water for the people. They too wanted to leave at first and see
how their father was faring, defending the city, but Kethiah kept them in her
sight. The stories they heard from the refugees were horrifying, and when
the battle in the bay took place and the Ald Raathim fleet was sunk, they had
had a terrible view of it from the windows overlooking the docks.
In a sense, the Nymph and Noggin had been lucky. The roof catching on
fire was the deadliest attack on its structure, and Kethiah had made certain
that was doused almost as soon as it happened. One need only look,
however, at the moaning, weeping, and in some cases dying people within, and
the haunted expressions on those whose homes had been destroyed, to see it
would never be the same again.
Nevertheless, Kethiah put a notice outside the Nymph that read:
Though we drown in tears,
And our horrors threaten to overwhelm us,
We Have Survived.
[631]
Isidor saw Ingmar, and no words were nessecary. Both nords had fought for Ald
Raathim, and were now brothers in blood, if nothing else. They both walked to
the Nymph and Noggin, and entered, stopping to read the notice first.
Isidor shook his head, and Ingmar simply frowned. [632]
[633] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 8 2006, 11:22 AM)
[634] Isidor saw Ingmar, and
no words were nessecary. Both nords had fought for Ald Raathim, and were now
brothers in blood, if nothing else. They both walked to the Nymph and Noggin,
and entered, stopping to read the notice first.
Isidor shook his head, and Ingmar simply frowned.
[636]
Kethiah was tending to an injured child, praising him for escaping from the
Redoran army, though there was a nasty laceration across his leg, and he held
her, crying. Finally, a proper healer appeared from the back, and Kethiah let
the boy go.
She saw the brothers enter and ran into Isidor's arms. It was hard to tell
which one of the two of them was more blood-stained, sweat-stained, exhausted.
[637]
[638] QUOTE(S'reddit @ Jan 8 2006, 02:23 PM)
[639] Kethiah was tending to
an injured child, praising him for escaping from the Redoran army, though there
was a nasty laceration across his leg, and he held her, crying. Finally,
a proper healer appeared from the back, and Kethiah let the boy go.
She saw the brothers enter and ran into Isidor's arms. It was hard to
tell which one of the two of them was more blood-stained, sweat-stained,
exhausted.
[641]
Isidor embraced her, and didn't say anything. He just held her tightly, his
heart filling with joy, after seeing that she was unharmed.
Ingmar stood off to the side, watching silently.
ooc: Out for a few hours ... [642]
Outside the Nymph and
Noggin, people are beginning to examine the wrecked mechanical crabs; one
hapless soldier enters the crab Reichi marked, and disquieting noises can be
heard from within.
Loranna enters the Nymph and Noggin, looking for Kethiah; the Duchess's eyes
have a pained look, when she enters, but she smiles encouragingly when people
turn to look at her, and she helps the healer with tending to the patrons.[643]
[644] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 8 2006, 03:48 PM)
[645] Outside the Nymph and
Noggin, people are beginning to examine the wrecked mechanical crabs; one
hapless soldier enters the crab Reichi marked, and disquieting noises can be
heard from within.
Loranna enters the Nymph and Noggin, looking for Kethiah; the Duchess's eyes
have a pained look, when she enters, but she smiles encouragingly when people
turn to look at her, and she helps the healer with tending to the patrons.
[647]
Shaka ran up to the tavern's block, and was nearly overwhelmed with relief to
see only a fair amount of damage where he had feared he would find ruins.
Entering the Nymph and Noggin, he saw Loranna amid the injured and the owners.
"Thank the Nine and Three," he said, his throat tight with emotion. [648]
Vaan stood in the
shadow of one the crabs, looking upwards.
"Amazing" was all he could manage to say, as he walked around it,
stroking it with his hand, taking in it's magnificence. Now that it wasn't
trying to kill him, he could not fear it.
beautiful, was this creation of mortals. [649]
Kiseena hops down to
the street-level outside the Nymph and Noggin tavern. She walks slowly inside,
finds an empty spot against a wall and sliumps to her butt like a wilting flower.
"Kiseena is so tired," she murmurs to herself, eyes already closed.
Her right arm had the faint scar of burning oil having hit it, and still had no
fur, showing instead the colored skin beneath. On her opposite thigh was a
half-healed gash she got while tangling with Redoran soldiers alongside Shaka
and Anya. [650]
Reeds stumbles into the Nymph & Noggin, panting from running through the streets. He had heard this was where the injured were being taken. silently, he unpacked his medical things and got to work helping wherever he could. [651]
[652] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 8 2006, 04:22 PM)
[653] Kiseena hops down to
the street-level outside the Nymph and Noggin tavern. She walks slowly inside,
finds an empty spot against a wall and sliumps to her butt like a wilting
flower.
"Kiseena is so tired," she murmurs to herself, eyes already closed.
Her right arm had the faint scar of burning oil having hit it, and still had no
fur, showing instead the colored skin beneath. On her opposite thigh was a
half-healed gash she got while tangling with Redoran soldiers alongside Shaka
and Anya.
[655]
"Look what the cat dragged in . . . Herself," said Shaka, hunkering
down by Kiseena. He cast a healing blue light on the gashed thigh. "It's
good to see some familiar faces," he added, glancing somberly at the
injured filling the tavern. Some moaned in pain; others were unnaturally still,
almost in shock.[656]
[657] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 8 2006, 04:17 PM)
[658] "Look what the cat dragged in . . . Herself," said Shaka, hunkering down by Kiseena. He cast a healing blue light on the gashed thigh. "It's good to see some familiar faces," he added, glancing somberly at the injured filling the tavern. Some moaned in pain; others were unnaturally still, almost in shock.
[660]
Kiseena couldn't help but smirk a bit at Shaka's words. She lifted her lids,
looking at the argonian boyfriend to her friend.
"Has Shaka seen friend Anya?" she asks, her smirk fading.
"Kiseena lost sight of Anya when Kiseena left the ground..." [661]
[662] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 01:37 PM)
[663] Reeds stumbles into the Nymph & Noggin, panting from running through the streets. He had heard this was where the injured were being taken. silently, he unpacked his medical things and got to work helping wherever he could.
[665]
The handsome young Breton stepped away from his latest patient and handed the
Argonian a restore fatigue potion.
"We could use all the help we can get. The name's Astien, Astien Dalomax.
I beleive we both participated in the raid on Narsis." Said Astien,
extending his hand. [666]
[667] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 03:56 PM)
[668] The handsome young
Breton stepped away from his latest patient and handed the Argonian a restore
fatigue potion.
"We could use all the help we can get. The name's Astien, Astien Dalomax.
I beleive we both participated in the raid on Narsis." Said Astien,
extending his hand.
[670]
Reeds wiped the blood off his hands, grasping the potion in one hand and
Astien's hand in the other. "My thanks, friend," Reeds drank the
potion and immediately felt energy flowing through his body once again.
"Narsis. As bad as that was, it pales in comparison to this." He
looked at the breton's face for a moment, placing it. "Astien,
right?" [671]
[672] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 8 2006, 05:42 PM)
[673] Kiseena couldn't help
but smirk a bit at Shaka's words. She lifted her lids, looking at the argonian
boyfriend to her friend.
"Has Shaka seen friend Anya?" she asks, her smirk fading.
"Kiseena lost sight of Anya when Kiseena left the ground..."
[675]
Shaka was silent. He didn't know Kiseena well enough to tell her of Anya's
vampirism; that should be Anya's choice.
"No, and she's another that I want to find soon," he said, concern in
his voice. "Maybe she'll check in at the castle, or this tavern. . . .
"
Shaka sat against the wall and closed his eyes. "What a goddamned waste.
All those people, forget the property. How much potential was thrown away
lately?"
"But the warrior Houses made a mistake; they didn't finish us. Even if the
bigger cities are lost, Ald Raathim will go on."
Shaka got up and rummaged through the wrecked bar. He returned with a jug of
mazte. "Ordinarily I wouldn't drink this swill, but . . . . Anyway, I'll
pay Kethiah and Isidor back later."[676]
[677] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 8 2006, 05:01 PM)
[678] Shaka was
silent. He didn't know Kiseena well enough to tell her of Anya's
vampirism; that should be Anya's choice.
"No, and she's another that I want to find soon," he said, concern in
his voice. "Maybe she'll check in at the castle, or this
tavern. . . . "
Shaka sat against the wall and closed his eyes. "What a goddamned
waste. All those people, forget the property. How much potential
was thrown away lately?"
"But the warrior Houses made a mistake; they didn't finish us.
Even if the bigger cities are lost, Ald Raathim will go on."
Shaka got up and rummaged through the wrecked bar. He returned with a jug
of mazte. "Ordinarily I wouldn't drink this swill, but .
. . . Anyway, I'll pay Kethiah and Isidor back later."
[680]
Dispite Shaka's choice not to talk on the matter, Kiseena could see the moment
replaying in her mind several times over. A sword sticking into Anya's
midsection, and her barely noticing.
"Kiseena will have many questions for friend Anya," she says softly.
After a moment, another thought slips into her head, and she slips the
longknife from her belt. "Kiseena almost forgot to return this to
Shaka." [681]
[682] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 03:00 PM)
[683] Reeds wiped the blood off his hands, grasping the potion in one hand and Astien's hand in the other. "My thanks, friend," Reeds drank the potion and immediately felt energy flowing through his body once again. "Narsis. As bad as that was, it pales in comparison to this." He looked at the breton's face for a moment, placing it. "Astien, right?"
[685]
"You are correct." Said Astien, blue light flickering from his
fingers as he healed a nearby Khajiiti female.
"When you're right, you're right. The raid has nothing on this
battle." He flashed his pearly whites, trying to make the best of the
current situation.
"And you are Reeds, correct?" He asked, inquisitivly looking over the
Argonians medical supplies. [686]
[687] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:05 PM)
[688] "You are
correct." Said Astien, blue light flickering from his fingers as he healed
a nearby Khajiiti female.
"When you're right, you're right. The raid has nothing on this
battle." He flashed his pearly whites, trying to make the best of the
current situation.
"And you are Reeds, correct?" He asked, inquisitivly looking over the
Argonians medical supplies.
[690]
"At your service," Reeds said, flinching at the sudden flare of blue
magic that was only accentuated by Reeds' condition. "as for this,"
He gestured to the satchel hanging from his shoulder, "The method used
when one does not know healing magics." Reeds attempted a spell on one of
the injured near him, the spell sputtered, then dissapeared in a small puff of
wind. He looked at Astien, "I can't fight, I can barely heal, can't do
much of anything really." [691]
[692] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 8 2006, 06:04 PM)
[693] Dispite Shaka's choice
not to talk on the matter, Kiseena could see the moment replaying in her mind
several times over. A sword sticking into Anya's midsection, and her barely
noticing.
"Kiseena will have many questions for friend Anya," she says softly.
After a moment, another thought slips into her head, and she slips the
longknife from her belt. "Kiseena almost forgot to return this to
Shaka."
[695]
"Thanks, Kiseena," said Shaka, and stuck it back in his belt.
"That was good shooting last night. Anya's good at archery, you should
practice with her someday."
"I'd better see if I can help out with the injured. Talk to you later
today, maybe." He got up to see how many others of Loranna's company had
checked in.[696]
[697] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 03:10 PM)
[698] "At your service," Reeds said, flinching at the sudden flare of blue magic that was only accentuated by Reeds' condition. "as for this," He gestured to the satchel hanging from his shoulder, "The method used when one does not know healing magics." Reeds attempted a spell on one of the injured near him, the spell sputtered, then dissapeared in a small puff of wind. He looked at Astien, "I can't fight, I can barely heal, can't do much of anything really."
[700]
Astien watched the Argonian attempt the spell and smiled. "There's nothing
to it once you spend a few years working as an apothecary apprentice." The
healer let another wave of blue light forth from his fingers to treat an
Imperial with thrid degree burns.
"I hear you can run a mean bookshop though. I'll have to come in and check
your selection sometime." Said Astien. [701]
Vaan approached one of
the more apparently active crabs, and entered it. (One could hear swearing
coming from it)
Inside, he found Valerius at the controls, apparently struggling, judging from
the curses.
Without asserting his presence first, Vaan spoke:
"You controlled one of these in the battle?" [702]
[703] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:16 PM)
[704] Astien watched the
Argonian attempt the spell and smiled. "There's nothing to it once you
spend a few years working as an apothecary apprentice." The healer let
another wave of blue light forth from his fingers to treat an Imperial with
thrid degree burns.
"I hear you can run a mean bookshop though. I'll have to come in and check
your selection sometime." Said Astien.
[706]
"Is that an offer to teach me?" Reeds asked, turning to bandage a cut
on a Dunmer near him. "And yes, as soon as the bookstore gets repaired,
come on over. Special discounts for friends of Loranna." He aded with a
wink.[707]
QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 8 2006, 04:17 PM)
[708] Vaan approached one of
the more apparently active crabs, and entered it. (One could hear swearing
coming from it)
Inside, he found Valerius at the controls, apparently struggling, judging from
the curses.
Without asserting his presence first, Vaan spoke:
"You controlled one of these in the battle?"
[710]
Valerius, in what was obviously a practiced motion, snatched his sword from the
ground next to him and placed the tip at Vaan's throat before realizing it
wasn't an enemy. Lowering the blade, he said, "People who do that around
me usually don't live to tell the tale. It's what thirty years of legion
service does to you." He placed the sword back on the ground and turned
back to the controls. "Now then, do you anything about how to turn one of
these off?" He tried a button, which issued a loud pop from somewhere
underneath them. [711]
[712] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:21 PM)
[713] Valerius, in what was obviously a practiced motion, snatched his sword from the ground next to him and placed the tip at Vaan's throat before realizing it wasn't an enemy. Lowering the blade, he said, "People who do that around me usually don't live to tell the tale. It's what thirty years of legion service does to you." He placed the sword back on the ground and turned back to the controls. "Now then, do you anything about how to turn one of these off?" He tried a button, which issued a loud pop from somewhere underneath them.
[715]
Vaan wasn't too shocked by the immediate reaction, but was relieved when the
sword went down.
"Are those people normally 2000 year old Warrior mages?" He asked,
with a comforting smile, before introducing himself: "I'm Vaan Surethi,
Lord Grandmaster of the Muatrmaer order of protection, and loyal servant of the
temple."
"No, I'm afraid I haven't a clue as to how to work these magnificent
machines. By that language you were using, I doubt you are having much success
either? Heads turned, you know." He gave a little chuckle. [716]
[717] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 8 2006, 04:29 PM)
[718] Vaan wasn't too
shocked by the immediate reaction, but was relieved when the sword went down.
"Are those people normally 2000 year old Warrior mages?" He asked,
with a comforting smile, before introducing himself: "I'm Vaan Surethi,
Lord Grandmaster of the Muatrmaer order of protection, and loyal servant of the
temple."
"No, I'm afraid I haven't a clue as to how to work these magnificent
machines. By that language you were using, I doubt you are having much
success either? Heads turned, you know." He gave a little chuckle.
[720]
"No, no they weren't." Valerius admitted, trying a lever, which made
the crab drop suddenly onto its belly. "I'm glad to meet you Vaan Surethi,
despite what my previous actions might imply. I am Valerius, Former Legion
Commander... bah, you probably don't wasnt to hear all that gibberish. As for
the heads, I'm not surprised, a quarter of those 30 years was as a Leiutenant
at the docks. And that wasn't even the worst of it. Would you mind doing
something about that?" Valerius pointed behind Vaan, where a small stream
of smoke was coming out of a hole in the wall. [721]
[722] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 03:21 PM)
[723] "Is that an offer to teach me?" Reeds asked, turning to bandage a cut on a Dunmer near him. "And yes, as soon as the bookstore gets repaired, come on over. Special discounts for friends of Loranna." He aded with a wink.
[725]
"If you want, I could give you lessons. And thank you for the
discount." He smiled.
"Here's your first one, focus on the magick, let it flow from your body.
Let your mind see the blue light and it will cast forth from you." He
said, closing his eyes and demonstrating it on another patient.
"Now you try." Said Astien, pointing to a Dunmer with minor wounds.[726]
[727] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 8 2006, 05:11 PM)
[728] "Thanks,
Kiseena," said Shaka, and stuck it back in his belt. "That was
good shooting last night. Anya's good at archery, you should practice
with her someday."
"I'd better see if I can help out with the injured. Talk to you
later today, maybe." He got up to see how many others of Loranna's
company had checked in.
[730]
Kiseena nodded faintly, watching Shaka go. Her arms sank back to her sides, and
her eyes closed again.
"Friend Shaka skirts the topic," the wily khajiit thought.
"There is something about Anya that Shaka does not wish to tell.
Secrets, secrets." [731]
[732] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:36 PM)
[733] "If you want, I
could give you lessons. And thank you for the discount." He smiled.
"Here's your first one, focus on the magick, let it flow from your body.
Let your mind see the blue light and it will cast forth from you." He
said, closing his eyes and demonstrating it on another patient.
"Now you try." Said Astien, pointing to a Dunmer with minor wounds.
[735]
"My mind dosn't ahve to see the blue light, my eyes can do it perfectly
well." Reeds held out his arm and concentrated. He saw an intricate
blue... thing form at his hand, which grew stonger, closer to what Reeds knew
freom experience it should look like. Suddenly, something went wrong, the
spinning ball of blue began to destabilize, pippingitself apart and dissapating
into the air. "I almost had it...." [736]
[737] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:35 PM)
[738] "No, no they weren't." Valerius admitted, trying a lever, which made the crab drop suddenly onto its belly. "I'm glad to meet you Vaan Surethi, despite what my previous actions might imply. I am Valerius, Former Legion Commander... bah, you probably don't wasnt to hear all that gibberish. As for the heads, I'm not surprised, a quarter of those 30 years was as a Leiutenant at the docks. And that wasn't even the worst of it. Would you mind doing something about that?" Valerius pointed behind Vaan, where a small stream of smoke was coming out of a hole in the wall.
[740]
It was Vaan's turn to swear, when he turned around, and got a face full of it.
He quickly threw a small Ice spell down the hole, which seemed to stop the
problem, for now.
"My my, these crabs are pretty...volatile." he remarked, before
asking "You commandeered one of these, what was it like?" [741]
[742] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 03:39 PM)
[743] "My mind dosn't ahve to see the blue light, my eyes can do it perfectly well." Reeds held out his arm and concentrated. He saw an intricate blue... thing form at his hand, which grew stonger, closer to what Reeds knew freom experience it should look like. Suddenly, something went wrong, the spinning ball of blue began to destabilize, pippingitself apart and dissapating into the air. "I almost had it...."
[745]
Astien raised an eyebrow. "Indeed you did. You just need a few more
lessons and some good spells, you'll be a good healer in no time." He
said, healing the Dunmer and moving on to a new patient.
"So what have you got in that satchel there, any good ingredients?"
He asked, pointing to the bag. [746]
[747] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Jan 8 2006, 04:39 PM)
[748] It was Vaan's turn to
swear, when he turned around, and got a face full of it. He quickly threw
a small Ice spell down the hole, which seemed to stop the problem, for now.
"My my, these crabs are pretty...volatile." he remarked, before
asking "You commandeered one of these, what was it like?"
[750]
"Eh, you aren't half bad at the sailor-speak yourself." Valerius
mentioned, "A few months at the harbor could get you right trained up
methinks." Valerius tried another button, which didn't do anything he
could discern. "Yes these are. I don't think whoever designed these was
expecting them to be damaged, though they are hardy little things. If all our
soldieers could carry on like this..." Valerius pushed another lever on
the floor, which dropped the chair onto the ground with a klunk. "These
things aren't exactly the most agile things either, but they're powerful,"
Valerius continued as he tried to find a way to bring the chair back up to
normal sitting height, "Like nothing I've ever felt before. These things
can knock over buildings and not even flinch. It really was quite fun driving
one of these, to tell you the truth." Valerius tried another switch, and
the crab gave a final shudder and cough before goign silent. "There we
go." [751]
[752] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:46 PM)
[753] "Eh, you aren't half bad at the sailor-speak yourself." Valerius mentioned, "A few months at the harbor could get you right trained up methinks." Valerius tried another button, which didn't do anything he could discern. "Yes these are. I don't think whoever designed these was expecting them to be damaged, though they are hardy little things. If all our soldieers could carry on like this..." Valerius pushed another lever on the floor, which dropped the chair onto the ground with a klunk. "These things aren't exactly the most agile things either, but they're powerful," Valerius continued as he tried to find a way to bring the chair back up to normal sitting height, "Like nothing I've ever felt before. These things can knock over buildings and not even flinch. It really was quite fun driving one of these, to tell you the truth." Valerius tried another switch, and the crab gave a final shudder and cough before goign silent. "There we go."
[755]
Vaan listened intently, one could tell that he was making mental notes.
Before long, a thought skidded into his head. "Brethren!".
"Ugh, sorry, I have to leave to check up on my Brothers in arms, I hope to
speak to you some more, goodbye!"
With that, he left. [756]
[757] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:43 PM)
[758] Astien raised an
eyebrow. "Indeed you did. You just need a few more lessons and some good
spells, you'll be a good healer in no time." He said, healing the Dunmer
and moving on to a new patient.
"So what have you got in that satchel there, any good ingredients?"
He asked, pointing to the bag.
[760]
"Not if you want to make potions," Reeds said, "Most of these
are already processed into paste, salve, or something else like that. This, for
example," he pulled out a jar of a yellowish paste, "helps heal
burns. Cooling felling too." He spread some over a bandage and wrapped it
loosely over a moaning Altmer's leg. "It's more primitive, certainly, but
it does have the advantage of being something that dosn't need magicka, and if
you're willing to wait a bit longer..." The Altmer stopped moaning, his
breathing becoming easier and more natural, "It works fine." [761]
[762] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 03:51 PM)
[763] "Not if you want to make potions," Reeds said, "Most of these are already processed into paste, salve, or something else like that. This, for example," he pulled out a jar of a yellowish paste, "helps heal burns. Cooling felling too." He spread some over a bandage and wrapped it loosely over a moaning Altmer's leg. "It's more primitive, certainly, but it does have the advantage of being something that dosn't need magicka, and if you're willing to wait a bit longer..." The Altmer stopped moaning, his breathing becoming easier and more natural, "It works fine."
[765]
"Alchemy is one of my main skills as well. I make potions for the Duchess
when i'm not healing the common injury." Said the Breton.
"I don't think any kind of healing is primitive, magick is just the easy
way to do it." He smiled. [766]
[767] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:55 PM)
[768] "Alchemy is one
of my main skills as well. I make potions for the Duchess when i'm not healing
the common injury." Said the Breton.
"I don't think any kind of healing is primitive, magick is just the easy
way to do it." He smiled.
[770]
"To some." Reeds said, "To others, this is far eaisier to do.
For instance, my mother couldn't do a lick of magic, but she was still the
finest illusionist entertainer in the area. Magic is not the end-all for accomplishing
things. Hard work and perseverance will usually beat magic any day." [771]
Commander Slashes-With-Claws entered the Nymph and Nogin, he had just come from the barracks, checking on it and his men. He was staggering a little from fatigue. He found a chair and colapsed into it, his armor making a loud clinking noise. He looked about at the people in the tavern. Some he knew, some he did not. His face showed not only tiredness, but also sorrow. [772]
[773] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 03:58 PM)
[774] "To some." Reeds said, "To others, this is far eaisier to do. For instance, my mother couldn't do a lick of magic, but she was still the finest illusionist entertainer in the area. Magic is not the end-all for accomplishing things. Hard work and perseverance will usually beat magic any day."
[776]
"I sympathize with you, Reeds. Althought magick is a must in our day to
day lives now, we could get along just fine if it weren't here at our
disposal." His fingers flashed blue again as he healed another injured
soldier. [777]
[778] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 8 2006, 07:04 PM)
[779] Commander Slashes-With-Claws entered the Nymph and Nogin, he had just come from the barracks, checking on it and his men. He was staggering a little from fatigue. He found a chair and colapsed into it, his armor making a loud clinking noise. He looked about at the people in the tavern. Some he knew, some he did not. His face showed not only tiredness, but also sorrow.
[781]
Shaka put a hand on his shoulder. "Glad to see you survived those last few
machines, Commander. Marshbrother, maybe I should say."
"Funny, I was just thinking that a number of the slaves you and I helped
rescue from Narsis probably gave their lives for Ald Raathim, these last few
days. They hardly had time to settle in before we gave them a little training
and put them into the fight. . . . Maybe that's what you call fate."
[782]
[783] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 05:06 PM)
[784] "I sympathize with you, Reeds. Althought magick is a must in our day to day lives now, we could get along just fine if it weren't here at our disposal." His fingers flashed blue again as he healed another injured soldier.
[786]
Reeds flinched again, strong healing magics were one of the brightest magics
with the exception of only Mysticism. "Warn me when you do that again,
would ya?" [787]
Anya walked to the
Nymph and Noggin. She had managed to clean herself up a bit, only her armor was
a light crimson color now.
Anya paused at the door. Shaking her head, she sighed and heaved her shoulders.
Anya sat down next to the door, leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes,
trying to clear her mind, but her actions still taunted her. [788]
[789] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 8 2006, 07:08 PM)
[790] Shaka put a hand on
his shoulder. "Glad to see you survived those last few machines, Commander.
Marshbrother, maybe I should say."
"Funny, I was just thinking that a number of the slaves you and I helped
rescue from Narsis probably gave their lives for Ald Raathim, these last few
days. They hardly had time to settle in before we gave them a little
training and put them into the fight. . . . Maybe
that's what you call fate."
[792]
Slashes looked at Shaka. "Many gave their lives for Ald Raathim. I wish
there had been more time to train them, they were not ready." The sorrow
in his face was strong as he though of all his men lost in battle. "I can
not help but think back and wonder if more would have survived if I had made
one decision differently. That maybe I made a poor decision somewhere that cost
them their lives, their new lives of freedom." He hung his head, looking
down at the table. [793]
[794] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:09 PM)
[795] Reeds flinched again, strong healing magics were one of the brightest magics with the exception of only Mysticism. "Warn me when you do that again, would ya?"
[797]
Astien raised both eyebrows for an instant. "May I ask why?" He
turned to look Reeds over. [798]
[799] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:12 PM)
[800] Anya walked to the Nymph
and Noggin. She had managed to clean herself up a bit, only her armor was a
light crimson color now.
Anya paused at the door. Shaking her head, she sighed and heaved her shoulders.
Anya sat down next to the door, leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes,
trying to clear her mind, but her actions still taunted her.
[802]
"Mram," Kiseena murmured, bordering on sleep. Glorious sleep. But
then she startled, feeling someone sit down by her. Rolling her head to one
side, she opened her eyes again-
-and proceeded to pounce Anya. "Friend!" she gasped, their armor
bumping as she hugged at her. [803]
[804] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 05:13 PM)
[805] Astien raised both eyebrows for an instant. "May I ask why?" He turned to look Reeds over.
[807]
"Because it hurts my eyes, that's why." Reeds responded, "You
may not be aware, but the blue light that you can see is but a trickle of the
spell's full force." [808]
[809] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:16 PM)
[810] "Because it hurts my eyes, that's why." Reeds responded, "You may not be aware, but the blue light that you can see is but a trickle of the spell's full force."
[812]
"You have some sort of magicka sensing ablilty I take it?" The Breton
asked, picking his staff up and showing it to Reeds.
"Tell me what I have enchanted on my staff here." He said. [813]
[814] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 8 2006, 07:12 PM)
[815] Slashes looked at Shaka. "Many gave their lives for Ald Raathim. I wish there had been more time to train them, they were not ready." The sorrow in his face was strong as he though of all his men lost in battle. "I can not help but think back and wonder if more would have survived if I had made one decision differently. That maybe I made a poor decision somewhere that cost them their lives, their new lives of freedom." He hung his head, looking down at the table.
[817]
"Sir, it's not your fault," said Shaka urgently. "No one would
have believed this treachery. I'll never be able to forget the sight of those
fanatics pulping the warriors and civilians in their way with those damned
machines; even their own warriors."
"You and I are two of a kind. We once looked out for number one, and now
we have something larger than ourselves, to try to preserve."[818]
[819] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 8 2006, 07:12 PM)
[820] Slashes looked at Syronj. "Many gave their lives for Ald Raathim. I wish there had been more time to train them, they were not ready." The sorrow in his face was strong as he though of all his men lost in battle. "I can not help but think back and wonder if more would have survived if I had made one decision differently. That maybe I made a poor decision somewhere that cost them their lives, their new lives of freedom." He hung his head, looking down at the table.
[822]
"Dar'Var is sure Commander Slashes-With-Claws did his duty to the full
extent of his ability," A Khajiit clad in glass armor with several large
rents in it said. The armor fairly glowed with enchantment, and the
leopard-patterned fur was bloodied in a multitude of places.
"This one knows something of being a slave, yes. He knows many a slave or
former slave would dearly sell his life to keep others from suffering the same
fate, if you cost them their lives, they were willing to pay," Dar'Var
continued, using a claw to scratch some dried-on blood from the resin googles
he wore. "Dar'Var once came close to doing so. It is by grace of lady
Loranna and her friends Dar'Var still exists. Yes."
[823]
[824] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 05:19 PM)
[825] "You have some
sort of magicka sensing ablilty I take it?" The Breton asked, picking his
staff up and showing it to Reeds.
"Tell me what I have enchanted on my staff here." He said.
[827]
"May I?" reeds asked, gesturing at the staff. After his assent, he
turned the staff over in his hands, looking at the patterns of blue on the
staff with slightly glazed over eyes. "Well, it's obviously some sort of
restoration... touch activated..." He continued to rotate around, "It
dosn't match a restorative, must be a cure... It cures blight and common
diseases on touch." [828]
[829] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 8 2006, 05:15 PM)
[830] "Mram,"
Kiseena murmured, bordering on sleep. Glorious sleep. But then she startled,
feeling someone sit down by her. Rolling her head to one side, she opened her
eyes again-
-and proceeded to pounce Anya. "Friend!" she gasped, their armor
bumping as she hugged at her.
[832]
Anya started. She tried to figure out who was attacking her, until she realized
it was Kiseena. She embraced her as well. "What the? Kiseena! You
shouldn't suprise people like that! It's good to see you in one peice
though." [833]
[834] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:23 PM)
[835] Anya started. She tried to figure out who was attacking her, until she realized it was Kiseena. She embraced her as well. "What the? Kiseena! You shouldn't suprise people like that! It's good to see you in one peice though."
[837]
"Kiseena is sorry," the khajiit purred, almost grinning again.
"But Kiseena was worried for friend Anya. Kiseena saw Anya hurt in
battle..."
She settles back onto her rump, glancing away somewhat. "Kiseena was
afraid to ask if Anya was okay," she admits. "Anya did not... look
like Anya wanted to be distracted." [838]
[839] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:23 PM)
[840] "May I?" reeds asked, gesturing at the staff. After his assent, he turned the staff over in his hands, looking at the patterns of blue on the staff with slightly glazed over eyes. "Well, it's obviously some sort of restoration... touch activated..." He continued to rotate around, "It dosn't match a restorative, must be a cure... It cures blight and common diseases on touch."
[842]
"I'm amazed, that's correct. You do have a strange ability to sense
magicka, does it work like a detect spell?" Asked Astien. [843]
[844] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 05:26 PM)
[845] "I'm amazed, that's correct. You do have a strange ability to sense magicka, does it work like a detect spell?" Asked Astien.
[847]
"I wouldn't know, having never been under the influence of a detect
spell," Reeds replied, handing the staff back, his eyes returning to
normal, "However, it isn't just enchantments. Spells, magic, even potions
to a limited extent all show up as colors to me. And a few of them, such as
powerful restoration and mysticism, are rather painful to see up-close." [848]
[849] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 8 2006, 07:20 PM)
[850] "Sir, it's not
your fault," said Shaka urgently. "No one would have believed
this treachery. I'll never be able to forget the sight of those fanatics
pulping the warriors and civilians in their way with those damned
machines; even their own warriors."
"You and I are two of a kind. We once looked out for number one, and
now we have something larger than ourselves, to try to preserve."
[852]
He looked at Shaka again. "You are right, a year ago I would have left
this city to the dust. I had once been a slave, and to me it was just another
dunmer city, full of slave owning, race hating dunmer. The death of another
dunmer would have brought a song to my jaws, now... I kill the enemy, and have
no regrets, for they would do the same to me. But to see my own men die,
whatever race, brings a tear to my eyes."[853]
QUOTE(Aki @ Jan 8 2006, 07:22 PM)
[854] "Dar'Var is sure
Commander Slashes-With-Claws did his duty to the full extent of his
ability," A Khajiit clad in glass armor with several large rents in it
said. The armor fairly glowed with enchantment, and the leopard-patterned fur
was bloodied in a multitude of places.
"This one knows something of being a slave, yes. He knows many a slave or
former slave would dearly sell his life to keep others from suffering the same
fate, if you cost them their lives, they were willing to pay," Dar'Var
continued, using a claw to scratch some dried-on blood from the resin googles
he wore. "Dar'Var once came close to doing so. It is by grace of lady
Loranna and her friends Dar'Var still exists. Yes."
[856]
He turns to face the khajiit. "Thank you. You are right. They, as I did,
chose to fight." He looks beteween them, "Thank you both for your
kind words." He appears to settle down. "How many of the crabs do you
think are salvageable? And do we have anything to drink here? I am very
thirsty." [857]
[858] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:29 PM)
[859] "I wouldn't know, having never been under the influence of a detect spell," Reeds replied, handing the staff back, his eyes returning to normal, "However, it isn't just enchantments. Spells, magic, even potions to a limited extent all show up as colors to me. And a few of them, such as powerful restoration and mysticism, are rather painful to see up-close."
[861]
"I see. Your ability sounds like it's a gift and a curse at the same
time." Said the Breton.
"Avert your eyes then." He said as he healed another wounded Khajiit.
[862]
[863] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 05:33 PM)
[864] "I see. Your
ability sounds like it's a gift and a curse at the same time." Said the
Breton.
"Avert your eyes then." He said as he healed another wounded Khajiit.
[866]
"Gift more than curse." Reeds said after Astien had finished his
spell, "It's saved my life more than once, and usually I can turn it off.
Today though, I don't know if I just need sleep, or if it's the battle, but I
can't seem to get it completely off. Mundane spells and such I can't see, but
your's," He shrugged, "It's really a pity everyone can't see them
completely. aLthough they're bright, they are extremely beautiful." [867]
[868] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 8 2006, 05:26 PM)
[869] "Kiseena is
sorry," the khajiit purred, almost grinning again. "But Kiseena was
worried for friend Anya. Kiseena saw Anya hurt in battle..."
She settles back onto her rump, glancing away somewhat. "Kiseena was
afraid to ask if Anya was okay," she admits. "Anya did not... look
like Anya wanted to be distracted."
[871]
"Oh... that." Anya looked at her belly, where the hole the sword made
in her armor. Beneath it was healthy, well healthy for a vampire, flesh.
"You needn't worry about that. I have my ways of keeping myself in one
piece."
"Kiseena, you'd know if I wanted to be left alone. It's nice to be cared
for." [872]
[873] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 8 2006, 07:32 PM)
[874] He turns to face the khajiit. "Thank you. You are right. They, as I did, chose to fight." He looks beteween them, "Thank you both for your kind words." He appears to settle down. "How many of the crabs do you think are salvageable? And do we have anything to drink here? I am very thirsty."
[876]
"Here's some mazte, if you can stomach it, brother. Maybe we shouldn't
have torched those last two crabs, but I think most of the captured ones are
salvageable. We need to ask someone with more experience of Dwemer tech than I
have though. I wonder if we can contact any Telvanni . . . ."
Shaka looked over at Kiseena and excused himself when he saw who was slumped
next to her.
Anya was to hear: "Give me some sugar, elf," as Shaka hugged her
tightly, nuzzling her golden wave of hair.
The smell of blood was strong, strong on her, thought Shaka, though it took a
betmer like he or Kiseena to fully detect it. No heartbeat, no breath . . . but
it didn't matter. Shaka had all he could do to keep tears of relief from his
eyes.[877]
[878] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:36 PM)
[879] "Gift more than curse." Reeds said after Astien had finished his spell, "It's saved my life more than once, and usually I can turn it off. Today though, I don't know if I just need sleep, or if it's the battle, but I can't seem to get it completely off. Mundane spells and such I can't see, but your's," He shrugged, "It's really a pity everyone can't see them completely. aLthough they're bright, they are extremely beautiful."
[881]
"I would love a gift such as yours, as one who appreciates the magickal
arts as i'm sure we both do." He said, gesturing for Reeds to follow him
to another patient.[882]
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:37 PM)
[883] "Oh... that." Anya looked at her belly, where the hole the sword made in her armor. Beneath it was healthy, well healthy for a vampire, flesh. "You needn't worry about that. I have my ways of keeping myself in one piece."
[885]
Astien noticed blood coming from the Bosmer and cast a powerful healing spell.
"We'll have that taken care of in no time." He didn't notice the full
extent of the wound however.[886]
[887] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 05:41 PM)
[888] "I would love a
gift such as yours, as one who appreciates the magickal arts as i'm sure we
both do." He said, gesturing for Reeds to follow him to another patient.
Astien noticed blood coming from the Bosmer and cast a powerful healing spell.
"We'll have that taken care of in no time." He didn't notice the full
extent of the wound however.
[890]
Reeds followed Astien until he suddenly cast the restoration spell.
"ARGH!" Reeds could then be found on his hand and knees, his eyes
watering. "on second thought, perhaps I should just stay back for
now..." [891]
[892] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:37 PM)
[893] "Oh...
that." Anya looked at her belly, where the hole the sword made in her
armor. Beneath it was healthy, well healthy for a vampire, flesh. "You
needn't worry about that. I have my ways of keeping myself in one piece."
"Kiseena, you'd know if I wanted to be left alone. It's nice to be cared
for."
QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 8 2006, 06:39 PM)
[897] "Here's some
mazte, if you can stomach it, brother. Maybe we shouldn't have torched
those last two crabs, but I think most of the captured ones are
salvageable. We need to ask someone with more experience of Dwemer tech
than I have though. I wonder if we can contact any Telvanni .
. . ."
Shaka looked over at Kiseena and excused himself when he saw who was slumped
next to her.
Anya was to hear: "Give me some sugar, elf," as Shaka
hugged her tightly, nuzzling her golden wave of hair.
The smell of blood was strong, strong on her, thought Shaka, though it took a
betmer like he or Kiseena to fully detect it. No heartbeat, no breath . .
. but it didn't matter. Shaka had all he could do to keep tears of relief
from his eyes.
[899]
"Perhaps someday Anya will let Kiseena in on her secrets," the
khajiit said. She smiled softly, making room for Shaka. A few sniffs of her
own, and she looked down at herself, frowning at the condition of her chitin
armor. Broken pauldrons, slashed chestplate, all over touched with blood from
her armor's contact with Anya's. It was going to take a lot of septims to
repair it all, if it was even worth such. [900]
[901] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 8 2006, 07:32 PM)
[902] He turns to face the khajiit. "Thank you. You are right. They, as I did, chose to fight." He looks beteween them, "Thank you both for your kind words." He appears to settle down. "How many of the crabs do you think are salvageable? And do we have anything to drink here? I am very thirsty."
[904]
"Dar'Var thinks quite a few, perhaps," the Khajiit replied. "He
didn't try fighting them too much, he had limited scrolls and even limited
knowledge of the spells neccesary to damage tube beneath crab, but is fast
enough to do it without being smushed."
"Some were breached and overtaken, those are more likely to be
fixable." [905]
[906] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:43 PM)
[907] Reeds followed Astien
until he suddenly cast the restoration spell.
"ARGH!" Reeds could then be found on his hand and knees, his eyes watering.
"on second thought, perhaps I should just stay back for now..."
[909]
Astien gave Reeds an apologetic smile and turned back to the Bosmer and the
group around her. "The name's Astien Dalomax, pleased to meet you." [910]
[911] QUOTE(Syronj)
[912] "Here's some mazte, if you can stomach it, brother. Maybe we shouldn't have torched those last two crabs, but I think most of the captured ones are salvageable. We need to ask someone with more experience of Dwemer tech than I have though. I wonder if we can contact any Telvanni . . . ."[913]
[914]
He took the drink, it was not his favorite, but he need a drink. "Thank
you. Maybe we can hire a Telvanii. I am glad that you are alright
marshbrother."[915]
QUOTE(Aki @ Jan 8 2006, 07:44 PM)
[916] "Dar'Var thinks
quite a few, perhaps," the Khajiit replied. "He didn't try fighting
them too much, he had limited scrolls and even limited knowledge of the spells
neccesary to damage tube beneath crab, but is fast enough to do it without being
smushed."
"Some were breached and overtaken, those are more likely to be
fixable."
[918]
"I do hoe so, they could be useful to us in the future."
He saw Reeds healing one of his injured men, he waited for him to finish and
called to him. "Reed, I see you are alive, I am glad. Do your books have
any information on fabricants? We could use anything we can get to help us
study these crabs." [919]
[920] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 8 2006, 05:39 PM)
[921] The smell of blood was strong, strong on her, thought Shaka, though it took a betmer like he or Kiseena to fully detect it. No heartbeat, no breath . . . but it didn't matter. Shaka had all he could do to keep tears of relief from his eyes.
[923]
Anya smiled as Shaka nuzzled her, it felt good to be cared for indeed.
"I'm so happy to see you made it through too."[924]
QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 8 2006, 05:44 PM)
[925] "Perhaps someday Anya will let Kiseena in on her secrets," the khajiit said. She smiled softly, making room for Shaka. A few sniffs of her own, and she looked down at herself, frowning at the condition of her chitin armor. Broken pauldrons, slashed chestplate, all over touched with blood from her armor's contact with Anya's. It was going to take a lot of septims to repair it all, if it was even worth such.
[927]
"Soon, maybe, but you may not like the secrets." Anya grabbed her
hand and squeezed, "Friend Kiseena is still my friend."[928]
QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 05:47 PM)
[929] Astien gave Reeds an apologetic smile and turned back to the Bosmer and the group around her. "The name's Astien Dalomax, pleased to meet you."
[931]
"Um... Anya, pleased to me you too? Do I know you?"[932]
[933] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 8 2006, 05:53 PM)
[934] He saw Reeds healing one of his injured men, he waited for him to finish and called to him. "Reed, I see you are alive, I am glad. Do your books have any information on fabricants? We could use anything we can get to help us study these crabs."
[936]
"Who are you?" Reeds squinted, the spell still burned into his
retinas. "Slashes-With-Claws?" After receiving a confirmation, he
replied, "Fabricants... hmm. I might be able to get some, though I don't
know how reliable they would be. I can get you books on the centurians of the
Dwemer though. Those might help as a supplement. Of course," he continued
as he finshed banaging the wounded soldier, "If you really want to learn
about them, there's no better way than to take one apart." [937]
[938] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 8 2006, 04:56 PM)
[939] "Um... Anya, pleased to me you too? Do I know you?"
[941]
"Well, I was at the raid on Narsis, and that little problem we had with a
sload here, other than that I don't know if you know me." Said the Breton.
"But still very pleasd to meet you." He said; there was something odd
about Anya that Astien picked up in her presence.[942]
[943] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 8 2006, 07:58 PM)
[944] "Who are you?" Reeds squinted, the spell still burned into his retinas. "Slashes-With-Claws?" After receiving a confirmation, he replied, "Fabricants... hmm. I might be able to get some, though I don't know how reliable they would be. I can get you books on the centurians of the Dwemer though. Those might help as a supplement. Of course," he continued as he finshed banaging the wounded soldier, "If you really want to learn about them, there's no better way than to take one apart."
[946]
"Perhapps later. How are you? How is the healing going?" He sipped
his drink. [947]
[948] QUOTE(SpartanShea117 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:47 PM)
[949] Astien gave Reeds an apologetic smile and turned back to the Bosmer and the group around her. "The name's Astien Dalomax, pleased to meet you."
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 8 2006, 06:56 PM)
[953] "Soon, maybe, but you may not like the secrets." Anya grabbed her hand and squeezed, "Friend Kiseena is still my friend."
[955]
Kiseena purred softly as Anya gave her paw a squeeze. "Hearing that makes
Kiseena quite a happy cat," she admits with a soft grin. Though Astien
surprises her, as well, looking up at him. She didn't recognize him... [956]
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