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.
===
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 SUN'S HEIGHT IN THE RP (i.e.,
July)
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, pre-attack on Ald
Raathim.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Shardie/MorrowindMap.jpg are the current
borders, post-attack. Note; this map is a work-in-progress.
===
Summary for Loranna: Ald Raathim has survived the invasion of the Redoran an
their machines, though the cost was high. Right now, Loranna is in the Nymph
and Noggin, wonering how the poetic duel between P'Rassha and the Redguard bard
Dana will go.
[1]
Summary for
Kiseena:
After chatting with Anya for awhile, Kiseena was brought inside, given some
lovely drinks to warm her belly, and slept in Anya's favorite corner booth. She
recently woke up, and is still rubbing the sleep-stuff from her eyes.[2]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 10:13 PM)
[3] [size=2]Right now, Loranna is in the Nymph and Noggin, wonering how the poetic duel between P'Rassha and the Redguard bard Dana will go.
[5]
Kiseena watches Loranna. After all that's happened, she seems together and calm
still, the kind of things the khajiit would expect in a leader type. She begins
idly chewing on the thumbclaw of her right paw, no longer sure what to do with
herself. [6]
Summary for Nalion
Nalion, a Breton mage of about 36 years, is lying unconscious in a room in the
castle of Ald Raathim. He helped in the defense of the city and at the end,
cast a powerful spell that burned his hands badly and fell unconscious.
Summary for Gistral and Dana
Gistral is a Redguard hailing from Lainlyn. He seems to be an old acquaintance
of Nalion. Nalion had asked the young Redguard to come to help Ald Raathim by
letter, and Gistral had gathered a few of his companions to help.
Unfortunately, they came too late for the actual battle. However, they did not
waste time and took up duty caring for the wounded with healing potions they
originally brought with them for use in battle.
Traveling with Gistral is Dana, a female Redguard bard and healer.
She recently sang a story about the Redguard hero Derik Hallin about a magical
sword. After this story, she was challenged by P'rassha to a duel of
storytelling, which she accepted.
Dana, in the streets of Ald Raathim
Dana had left the tavern after she accepted P'rassha's challenge. Those eyes
who followed her would see her speaking with the people in the streets,
occasionally casting healing spells. She seemed not to care to whom she spoke,
soldier, child, guard, mother, worker, seaman. She spoke and listened to
everyone, here and there asking for specific questions. She also busied herself
with taking small notes in a booklet.
Time passed away, and the sun was slowly setting as Dana had finished walking
through the streets. In her hand, she held her booklet, as if she just had
stopped reading. Looking for P'rassha, she moved over to him and looked up at
the towering Khajiit.
"Now, Khajiit, I'm here to take your challenge.", she said, smiling
confidently. [7]
Summary for P'Rassha
For the first time, P'Rassha (the nine feet tall Cathay-raht Khajiit) wasn't
friendly with someone. With Dana, things went totally in the opposite way. Was
it jealousy, or something else that even P'Rassha isn't aware of.
In any ways, P'Rassha gave Dana a bardic challenge and is now ready for a
cat-fight (or something similar).
[8]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 11 2006, 10:24 PM)
[9] Dana, in the streets of Ald Raathim
Dana had left the tavern after she accepted P'rassha's challenge. Those eyes
who followed her would see her speaking with the people in the streets,
occasionally casting healing spells. She seemed not to care to whom she spoke,
soldier, child, guard, mother, worker, seaman. She spoke and listened to
everyone, here and there asking for specific questions. She also busied herself
with taking small notes in a booklet.
Time passed away, and the sun was slowly setting as Dana had finished walking
through the streets. In her hand, she held her booklet, as if she just had
stopped reading. Looking for P'rassha, she moved over to him and looked up at
the towering Khajiit.
"Now, Khajiit, I'm here to take your challenge.", she said, smiling
confidently.
[11]
The Khajiit used his height advantage to confront the Redguard.
"P'Rassha is ready too, should we decide which one of us goes first by
luck?."
P'Rassha took a gold piece out of his pocket and threw it in the air. While it
was still flying, he said:
"Head, you start, Tails, P'Rassha starts"
As the Gold piece landed, the two contestors both witnessed that P'Rassha had
won.[12]
[13] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 11 2006, 11:17 PM)
[14] Summary for Kiseena:
After chatting with Anya for awhile, Kiseena was brought inside, given some
lovely drinks to warm her belly, and slept in Anya's favorite corner booth. She
recently woke up, and is still rubbing the sleep-stuff from her eyes.
Kiseena watches Loranna. After all that's happened, she seems together and calm
still, the kind of things the khajiit would expect in a leader type. She begins
idly chewing on the thumbclaw of her right paw, no longer sure what to do with
herself.
[16]
If Kiseena only knew ...
Loranna, despite having been in her position for over a year now, still thought
of herself at best as a decent ruler, and was very aware of how much she relied
on the skills of others to protect her city and ensure its growth. It had been
Dragon, after all, who had set up the city's defenses and shown her how to
market the Arena effectively, an Kallen from the first had been her advisor and
numbers-man, and more recently Kethiah ran anything clandestine in Ald Raathim ...
Still, Loranna had learned some things about leadership. One was that, when
there was a big task to undertake, you approached those people you would need
to run the smaller parts and spoke to them, got things up and running - and you
thought ahead to what you'd need both short term and long, an you put both in
motion as soon as feasable.
She knew her people needed protection and supplies, and that they needed their
morale restored, an that they needed to grieve for their lost ones. So, she
quietly organized people to unearth the giant crabs, and move them into
position to block the holes in the city walls, and spoke to Kethiah an others
to distribute food to those who needed it, and she began organizing the
memorial service while doing this, though it would be a couple of days before
that was ready.
She also knew that she would need to re-establish her trae routes somehow, and
that the merchants would not come back to Ald Raathim if they did not feel
safe. She also knew that the city itself would need rebuiling - homes and shops
restored, the Arena restored, the navy restored. An she knew that all this woul
require more money than she had ...
Long-term plans were not as easy to organize as short-term plans, but even
here, Loranna could affect some change. P'Rassha and Shaka had brought up good
points which she would address, and she already was formulating other ideas on
people to contact when her city's immediate needs were seen to ...
After a while, Kiseena will notice Loranna coming to her, smiling. "Hello
dear; by any chance is Anya awake?" she asks quietly. "And how are
you holding up?" [17]
Summary: Shaka, an
Argonian battlemage, has returned to the Nymph and Noggin and is preparing to
listen to the poetry duel. Reeds and he may have discovered a lead on a mystic
Ra'Gada sword, however tenuous.
[18]
[19] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 10:31 PM)
[20] If Kiseena only knew ...
Loranna, despite having been in her position for over a year now, still thought
of herself at best as a decent ruler, and was very aware of how much she relied
on the skills of others to protect her city and ensure its growth. It had
been Dragon, after all, who had set up the city's defenses and shown her how to
market the Arena effectively, an Kallen from the first had been her advisor and
numbers-man, and more recently Kethiah ran anything clandestine in Ald Raathim
...
Still, Loranna had learned some things about leadership. One was that,
when there was a big task to undertake, you approached those people you would
need to run the smaller parts and spoke to them, got things up and running -
and you thought ahead to what you'd need both short term and long, an you put
both in motion as soon as feasable.
She knew her people needed protection and supplies, and that they needed their
morale restored, an that they needed to grieve for their lost ones. So,
she quietly organized people to unearth the giant crabs, and move them into
position to block the holes in the city walls, and spoke to Kethiah an others
to distribute food to those who needed it, and she began organizing the
memorial service while doing this, though it would be a couple of days before
that was ready.
She also knew that she would need to re-establish her trae routes somehow, and
that the merchants would not come back to Ald Raathim if they did not feel
safe. She also knew that the city itself would need rebuiling - homes and
shops restored, the Arena restored, the navy restored. An she knew that
all this woul require more money than she had ...
Long-term plans were not as easy to organize as short-term plans, but even
here, Loranna could affect some change. P'Rassha and Shaka had brought up
good points which she would address, and she already was formulating other
ideas on people to contact when her city's immediate needs were seen to ...
After a while, Kiseena will notice Loranna coming to her, smiling.
"Hello dear; by any chance is Anya awake?" she asks quietly.
"And how are you holding up?"
[22]
Kiseena's ears perked as Loranna came over to her, wondering if the duchess
could somehow tell when someone was staring at her.
"Friend Anya appears to be deep in thought," the khajiit purred
quietly, lowering her paw to the table. "But Kiseena is allright. Too long
in stuffy, smelly armor, but... Kiseena does not wish to leave Anya to return
to the Arena."
She took a breath. Kiseena also wasn't sure if tending to her own comfort would
be a selfish thing or not, with the amount of wreckage in the city, both
buildings and lives. [23]
P'Rassha made sure he
had the attention of all the audience and started his narration.
"P'Rassha's story is about a Yokudan hero. Yokudan, yes, because when
Frandar Hunding, the Master Ansei was born, the ones we name redguards still
lived in Yokuda, a far away continent, now lost from the memories of men and
mer.
Hunding was the best swordmaster that ever existed, competent with a sword and
his tongue alike. Hunding could kill a man in thousands of way. It is said no
Yokudan ever saw Hunding used a striking maneuver twice. He was trully splendid
ans his mastery of the sword had and will probably never meet his match.
But my story isn't about the legend, but about the man. The man behind the
Master Ansei as he is known today. This tale was told to me by my Redguard
friend Corradon, who you might already know, and is carried by his familly from
father to son since the life and death of this hero.
This is the story of how Hunding discovered the secret of spirit swords." [24]
[25] QUOTE(dentris @ Jan 11 2006, 10:40 PM)
[26] P'Rassha made sure he had the attention of
all the audience and started his narration.
"P'Rassha's story is about a Yokudan hero. Yokudan, yes, because when
Frandar Hunding, the Master Ansei was born, the ones we name redguards still
lived in Yokuda, a far away continent, now lost from the memories of men and
mer.
Hunding was the best swordmaster that ever existed, competent with a sword and
his tongue alike. Hunding could kill a man in thousands of way. It is said no
Yokudan ever saw Hunding used a striking maneuver twice. He was trully splendid
ans his mastery of the sword had and will probably never meet his match.
But my story isn't about the legend, but about the man. The man behind the
Master Ansei as he is known today. This tale was told to me by my Redguard
friend Corradon, who you might already know, and is carried by his familly from
father to son since the life and death of this hero.
This is the story of how Hunding discovered the secret of spirit swords."
[28]
Dana stood straight and listened carefully to the Khajiit. She did not say a
word, but motioned her competition to continue the story. She smiled slightly,
but aside from that, her features did not reveal what she felt. [29]
[30] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 11 2006, 11:38 PM)
[31] Kiseena's ears perked as Loranna came over
to her, wondering if the duchess could somehow tell when someone was staring at
her.
"Friend Anya appears to be deep in thought," the khajiit purred
quietly, lowering her paw to the table. "But Kiseena is allright. Too long
in stuffy, smelly armor, but... Kiseena does not wish to leave Anya to return
to the Arena."
She took a breath. Kiseena also wasn't sure if tending to her own comfort would
be a selfish thing or not, with the amount of wreckage in the city, both
buildings and lives.
[33]
"Ah; well then, we'll leaveher to her thoughts for now," Loranna
says, noing once. She doesn't make a show of sniffing the air, but her smile
twitches a little.
"Being stuck in stuffy armor does you little good, dear, nor does it
really help anyone else," she says. "It's good to see you care about
Anya, but if you like I can cover for you for a bit; I could use some time to
sit down ..."
As P'Rassha begins to speak, Loranna adds " ...Ah; this promises to be
something you won't want to miss. Let me order us a couple of drinks while our
resident storytellers go at it."[34]
[35] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 10:45 PM)
[36] "Ah; well then, we'll leaveher to her
thoughts for now," Loranna says, noing once. She doesn't make a show
of sniffing the air, but her smile twitches a little.
"Being stuck in stuffy armor does you little good, dear, nor does it
really help anyone else," she says. "It's good to see you care
about Anya, but if you like I can cover for you for a bit; I could use some
time to sit down ..."
As P'Rassha begins to speak, Loranna adds " ...Ah; this promises to be
something you won't want to miss. Let me order us a couple of drinks
while our resident storytellers go at it."
[38]
Kiseena's lips curled into a kitten's smile. Sure, she was nervous, but perhaps
spending time with the duchess would bring a more casual note between them. She
slipped further into the booth to make room for Loranna, hoping her tail won't
make itself a bothersome appendage.
"Of couse miss Loranna can join Kiseena and Anya," she purred
lightly.
"Loranna offers drinks, but all Kiseena can think of is her sweet ones,"
the khajiit thought, her mind drifting back to the addictive taste of her
hidden skooma collection. "Kiseena prays to the Clan-Mother that it has
not been disturbed in Kiseena's absence..." [39]
P'Rassha went on:
"Hunding followed the path of his ancestors and became a master of
swordmanship at a very young age. But the man always felt limited by his own
flesh and by the metal of his sword. He believed the best weapon was never
sharper than a clever man's mind.
He knew his tongue could kill hopes or bring love back into hearts, what his
sword would never be able to do. Thus, one day, he went ashore, alone, in a
little boat, in quest for a palce known only in legend:
Tu'whacca archipelago.
After days and days of travel, Hunding finally found what he was looking for,
but not like he thought. On the eighth day of his journey, a great storm broke
in the sea, and sank the ship in which Hunding was standing. Hunding was a
great athlete, but like anyone, he would have drowned without his ship in the
middle of a storm.
But Hunding was a lucky man, or Tu'whacca a clever God. Tu'whacca, witnessing
the cruel fate of Hunding, took pity of him and rescued him. He sent the spirit
of the drowned at his rescue and the escorted him into his island. [40]
[41] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 11 2006, 11:50 PM)
[42] Kiseena's lips curled into a kitten's smile.
Sure, she was nervous, but perhaps spending time with the duchess would bring a
more casual note between them. She slipped further into the booth to make room
for Loranna, hoping her tail won't make itself a bothersome appendage.
"Of couse miss Loranna can join Kiseena and Anya," she purred lightly.
"Loranna offers drinks, but all Kiseena can think of is her sweet ones,"
the khajiit thought, her mind drifting back to the addictive taste of her
hidden skooma collection. "Kiseena prays to the Clan-Mother that it has
not been disturbed in Kiseena's absence..."
[44]
Loranna sits down, propping her staff up by her chair, and orders a couple
drinks for the two of them, seemingly absorbed in P'Rassha's story.
Truth be told, the little bardic duel both infuriated and comforted her ...
Infuriated, because there was so much to do and her city was in ruins and she
needed all her friends to help if they were going to pull through this and
right now, here everyone was, listening to a couple of storytellers go at it.
She'd been keeping a reassuring look on her face for the sake of her people,
but damnit, if the Redoran decied to come back today or tomorrow, they were dead
and there wasn't a thing to do about it ...
Comforted, because amidst all the chaos and pain and fear, people could still
find joy and relief in a well-told story, that stories still held their magic
despite the tragedy that befell them, and thus maybe she didn't need to worry
quite so much after all, because here her friends were, old and new, bringing
magic back to her city and her people ...
Loranna's eyes grow moist and stay that way throughout the exchange of
taletelling; in the light her tearstreaks sometimes made her look to be crying
bitterly, and other times weeping for joy.[45]
"In the
archipelago, Hunding had to face Tu'whacca itself. Tu'whacca wasn't proud of
the Yokudan. He dared to confront a God. He dared to look past their teachings
and looked for more. In a way, Tu'whacca was proud of such actions, but the
mortals had to deserve such a power, not only claim it.
Tu'whacca thus gave Hunding 3 trials. If the Yokudans could manage to win the
three trials, then he would be considered worthy of such power: the power to
ask for something more than what the gods gave them at the first place.
The first trial was the trial of the boat. With a single tree, Hunding had to
build a boat large enough for one man. From the leaves, he weaves ropes. From
the branches, he made rows and from the trunk, he made the mast. For the boat
itself, Hunding talked to the dust and the sand. After days and days, the dust
and the sand finally accepted to take the form of a boat and Hunding first
trial was completed.
The second trial was the trial of the stars. Hunding had one year to find the
name all the stars. If after one years, all the stars had been named correctly,
then the last trial would be givn to him. Hunding asked the stars their name,
but ther stars were shy. He had to ask each star separatly, when no other were
visible in the sky, either masked by light or clouds, but within a year,
Hunding had learn the names of all the stars.
The last trial was the trial of the dead. Hunding had to face the spirit of his
ancestors and prove to them he was worthy of their blood. During 4 years, every
Hunding ancestor faced him and challenged him either at a duel of the sword or
a duel of wits. 4 years later, facing a new challenge every day, Hunding
defeated all of his ancestors, all of them, without exceptions.
Tu'whacca was pleased by Hunding, and gave him his last advice: he had acquired
the power he was looking for.
From the boat, he learned that his voice could shape things as real as wood and
stone. From the stars, he learned that every individual is unique and needs to
be treated as such. From the dead, he learned that before going forward, you
have to face the challenges you left aside.
Taking the boat, following the stars and shaping his first spirit sword from
the memories of his ancestors, Hunding then became the hero we know." [46]
[47] QUOTE(dentris @ Jan 11 2006, 11:07 PM)
[48] Taking the boat, following the stars and shaping his first spirit sword from the memories of his ancestors, Hunding then became the hero we know."
[50]
Dana began to clap after P'rassha had finished. He was her rival in this
challenge, but this would not keep her from acknowledging a well-told story.
"Well done, well done! I daresay, you talent is exceptional,
Khajiit.", she said smiling. "I will have to pull all my strings to
live up to your storytelling." [51]
[52] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 12:13 AM)
[53] Dana began to clap after P'rassha had
finished. He was her rival in this challenge, but this would not keep her from
acknowledging a well-told story.
"Well done, well done! I daresay, you talent is exceptional,
Khajiit.", she said smiling. "I will have to pull all my strings to
live up to your storytelling."
[55]
Loranna raises her glass to toast P'Rassha. "Well-told, as always
dear," she says, knocking the table in lieu of clapping.
By now, every patron is watching P'Rassha, and he gets several cheers and
laudations; all eyes turn to Dana now, including two pairs of shining Nordic
blue eyes ... [56]
[57] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 11 2006, 11:13 PM)
[58] Dana began to clap after P'rassha had
finished. He was her rival in this challenge, but this would not keep her from
acknowledging a well-told story.
"Well done, well done! I daresay, you talent is exceptional,
Khajiit.", she said smiling. "I will have to pull all my strings to
live up to your storytelling."
[60]
P'Rassha was baffled. He simply didn't know what to answer. He expected
something different altogether, like Dana becoming stressed, not her
acknowledging his talent. Now, it was making the task of hating her even more
difficult.
P'Rassha bowed to the audience and left the place for Dana. He sat on a chair,
thoughtful. [61]
[62] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 11:15 PM)
[63] Loranna raises her glass to toast P'Rassha.
"Well-told, as always dear," she says, knocking the table in lieu of
clapping.
By now, every patron is watching P'Rassha, and he gets several cheers and
laudations; all eyes turn to Dana now, including two pairs of shining Nordic
blue eyes ...
[65]
Kiseena grinned lightly, letting out a laugh intersparced with a faing purr.
She sipped her own drink gently, only now starting to realize the dueling of
stories that had begun. [66]
Dana moved into the
middle of the circle, dragging a chair behind her. She pulled out her lute, sat
down on the chair facing her audience. The red-haired woman put a finger at her
slightly angled nose, before tugging a faint chord on her lute. With a clear
voice, she began to speak.
"With my first song, I have told of heroes and deeds of the past. With
this song, I will tell of heroes and deeds of the present." The lean woman
did not play a melody this time, but accompanied her verses with chords
instead.
"Come here, 'ye people, gather round the fire,
For there's a story to tell,
Open your ears and listen well,
For it tells both, of deeds glorious and dire.
There is a city in the East, Ald Raathim it's name,
With mighty a castle and a strong city wall,
And a Duchess that maintained peace in her hall,
And so it prospered with freedom and grew to fame.
But where there's sunshine, dark clouds often fall,
And with dispute among the Houses great,
They broke apart, to let war decide fate,
And soon, it was heard, weapon's so bloody call.
Filled with envy, anger, hatred and greed,
House Redoran looked at the prosperous city,
And sent out their armies, merciless, without pity!
Never was fair Ald Raathim in this kind of need!
Blessed by its false Triunes, with great might and power,
Mechanical beasts shook the walls and the earth,
Spared neither man, nor woman, nor home, nor hearth.
And flying insects dropped down a fiery, gruesome shower.
The metal beasts, some tall as a house,
With claws and stomping tore down the walls,
And Fabricant swarms didn't heed mercy calls,
Tore through all who did not swear Redoran vows.
But the city's heroes gathered and great was their might,
Fought hard for their city, much effort was made,
Tried capturing machines by traps well laid,
And for the first time this day there was a glimpse of light.
And 'lo and see, indeed they succeeded,
And were able to claim a metal beast,
Now the enemy was prey to his own devices' feast,
But still, strong arms, magic and wit were needed.
For the enemy came, this time from the sea,
Ald Raathim's navy sailed out, manned with soldiers elite,
But, see! It's a trap! Submersed machines sunk the fleet,
And the waves drowned many a sailor's plea.
The seaborn metal crabs, they landed on the shore,
To make way for a second army, from the ocean it loomed,
If they would make it to the castle, the city would be doomed,
And oh, without mercy through the defenses they tore.
Again many heroes, who had captured machines,
Met the evil force, with cunning and weapons of war,
Magick was cast, even a falling star,
Much blood and gore stained their weapon's former gleams.
But with this last conjoined effort, this display of might,
They met the onslaught, initiative they took!
Broke through the assault, succeeded, and look!
Seeing their forces sundered, House Redoran fled in fright!"
Dana stood up from her chair, raising her voice, accompanied by stronger,
louder chords.
"The battle was won! But not without cost,
Many a brave man and caring woman was lost,
Ald Raathim was ravaged, it's glory was stained,
But see, it's will to go on, it remained!
So, Ald Raathim, hear the call of this song!
You suffered so much that was bad and was wrong,
You never lost heart and the will to survive,
Hold on to your freedom and again you will thrive.
Rebuild what was smitten, renew the old,
Live up to your fame, that many stories have told!
Take heart! Take heart, you people so proud!
Defy what is evil and shout it out loud!
Ald Raathim, Ald Raathim, once again you will shine,
In the light of the sun, both glorious and sublime!"
Striking the last note on her lute, Dana bowed, held the position for a few
seconds, then straightened again. [67]
The hall was silent
for a moment as Dana's last words sank in ...
"To Ald Raathim!" roars a familiar voice, red-bearded figure raising
his tankard high. "City of heroes, great and small, city of hope to all
who would call themselves free men and women! To Ald Raathim, which will not
fall to man, beast, or god!"
At the Nordic man's cry, people join in, clapping and roaring their approval;
Loranna catches Dana's eye and mouths quietly See me afterward, before
turning to yell "Where the hell were you!" at the laughing red-haired
man.
"Busy trying to escape an ambush set near Kragenmoor!" replies Gram
Pyrel. "But I've had enough of the south; it's too damn hot! Daughter,
don't you know you're supposed to cook crabs, not let them walk all over
you?"
Loranna punches Gram in the shoulder, growling "I didn't see YOU cooking
any crabs!" and then the two Nords embrace, Loranna hugging her father
tight and saying "Thank Dibella you're alive..."
"Kyne would never let me into Sovengarde if I died on you now," Gram
chuckles, patting Loranna on the back. "I should never have gone off on my
own; until this war is done, Ald Raathim is my stomping grounds ..."[68]
[69] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 11:37 PM)
[70] The hall was silent for a moment as Dana's
last words sank in ...
"To Ald Raathim!" roars a familiar voice, red-bearded figure
raising his tankard high. "City of heroes, great and small, city of
hope to all who would call themselves free men and women! To Ald Raathim,
which will not fall to man, beast, or god!"
At the Nordic man's cry, people join in, clapping and roaring their approval;
Loranna catches Dana's eye and mouths quietly See me afterward, before
turning to yell "Where the hell were you!" at the laughing red-haired
man.
"Busy trying to escape an ambush set near Kragenmoor!" replies Gram
Pyrel. "But I've had enough of the south; it's too damn hot!
Daughter, don't you know you're supposed to cook crabs, not let them walk all
over you?"
Loranna punches Gram in the shoulder, growling "I didn't see YOU cooking
any crabs!" and then the two Nords embrace, Loranna hugging her father
tight and saying "Thank Dibella you're alive..."
"Kyne would never let me into Sovengarde if I died on you now," Gram
chuckles, patting Loranna on the back. "I should never have gone off
on my own; until this war is done, Ald Raathim is my stomping grounds ..."
[72]
Dana, smiled broadly, bathing in the applause and the approval in the tavern,
bowed again and then cleared her 'stage'. She caught Loranna's expression and
nodded towards her, before observing the greeting Loranna exchanged with this
hairy bear of a Nord that had shouted for Ald Raathim. A patron of the tavern
offered her a glass of liquid, which she gratefully accepted. She grimaced at
the taste of Sujamma, which was unknown to her, but drank nontheless, smiling
to herself. [73]
[74] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 09:31 PM)
[75] After a while, Kiseena will notice Loranna coming to her, smiling. "Hello dear; by any chance is Anya awake?" she asks quietly. "And how are you holding up?"
[77]
Anya opened her eyes. It wasn't that she was sleeping, she didn't, couldn't
sleep. Her mind whirled with convictions, and unease. Something was wrong with
her, she shouldn't have attacked the way she did at the battle.
Anya glanced over, half expecting Kiseena to still be sleeping next to her,
instead she was treated to a full booth. "Ah, I need to pay attention
more, I didn't even notice the added company. Hello Loranna and Gram." [78]
[79] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 01:23 AM)
[80] Anya opened her eyes. It wasn't that she was
sleeping, she didn't, couldn't sleep. Her mind whirled with convictions, and
unease. Something was wrong with her, she shouldn't have attacked the way she
did at the battle.
Anya glanced over, half expecting Kiseena to still be sleeping next to her,
instead she was treated to a full booth. "Ah, I need to pay attention
more, I didn't even notice the added company. Hello Loranna and Gram."
[82]
Gram turns to grin at Anya. "Ah, the charming Bosmer who is almost my
equal in the taverns; well met and good to see the Redoran bastards couldn't
keep you out of the Nymph, Anya. And greetings to the young Khajiit woman whose
name I doubtless will be told in a moment; Gram Pyrel at your service, called
Gram Twilight Slayer and Gram Slave Freer."
"Slave Freer? Who made that name up?" Loranna asks. "Kiseena,
this is my father; Dad, this is Kiseena, acrobat for the Arena and new friend
to Anya and myself."[83]
[84] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 12:23 AM)
[85] Anya opened her eyes. It wasn't that she was
sleeping, she didn't, couldn't sleep. Her mind whirled with convictions, and
unease. Something was wrong with her, she shouldn't have attacked the way she
did at the battle.
Anya glanced over, half expecting Kiseena to still be sleeping next to her,
instead she was treated to a full booth. "Ah, I need to pay attention
more, I didn't even notice the added company. Hello Loranna and Gram."
[87]
Kiseena relaxes somewhat. For the moment, it felt almost like it had the night
she'd met Anya. She sipped at her drink, looking at her friend. "Is Anya
allright?" Kiseena inquired quietly. "Kiseena wants to help, if
Kiseena can."[88]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 12:34 AM)
[89] Gram turns to grin at Anya. "Ah, the
charming Bosmer who is almost my equal in the taverns; well met and good to see
the Redoran bastards couldn't keep you out of the Nymph, Anya. And
greetings to the young Khajiit woman whose name I doubtless will be told in a
moment; Gram Pyrel at your service, called Gram Twilight Slayer and Gram Slave
Freer."
"Slave Freer? Who made that name up?" Loranna asks.
"Kiseena, this is my father; Dad, this is Kiseena, acrobat for the Arena
and new friend to Anya and myself."
[91]
Looking back to Loranna and Gram, one of Kiseena's ears gave a flick.
"Kiseena is pleased to meet you, Gram," she said, then let her grin
return somewhat. "And to be considered friend to miss Loranna." [92]
[93] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 11:34 PM)
[94] Gram turns to grin at Anya. "Ah,
the charming Bosmer who is almost my equal in the taverns; well met and good to
see the Redoran bastards couldn't keep you out of the Nymph, Anya. And
greetings to the young Khajiit woman whose name I doubtless will be told in a
moment; Gram Pyrel at your service, called Gram Twilight Slayer and Gram Slave
Freer."
"Slave Freer? Who made that name up?" Loranna asks.
"Kiseena, this is my father; Dad, this is Kiseena, acrobat for the Arena
and new friend to Anya and myself."
[96]
"Almost? Gram, dear, I could drink all night now, and long after you
collapsed." Anya answered, winking at him, "It's good to see you've
kept yourslef in one piece, though."[97]
QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 11 2006, 11:35 PM)
[98] Kiseena relaxes somewhat. For the moment, it
felt almost like it had the night she'd met Anya. She sipped at her drink,
looking at her friend. "Is Anya allright?" Kiseena inquired quietly.
"Kiseena wants to help, if Kiseena can."
Looking back to Loranna and Gram, one of Kiseena's ears gave a flick.
"Kiseena is pleased to meet you, Gram," she said, then let her grin
return somewhat. "And to be considered friend to miss Loranna."
[100]
"I wish you could Kiseena, but I'm afraid these might be personal problems
that no one can." Anya said, looking sullen. "I shouldn't dwell on it
though, I really shouldn't. The more I do, the more I become sullen. And I'm
not a sullen person. I'm supposed to be a happy person." [101]
[102] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 01:45 AM)
[103] "Almost? Gram,
dear, I could drink all night now, and long after you collapsed." Anya
answered, winking at him, "It's good to see you've kept yourslef in one
piece, though."
"I wish you could Kiseena, but I'm afraid these might be personal problems
that no one can." Anya said, looking sullen. "I shouldn't dwell on it
though, I really shouldn't. The more I do, the more I become sullen. And I'm
not a sullen person. I'm supposed to be a happy person."
[105]
Gram looks confused. "Huh?" he asks, leaning over to ask Loranna in a
whisper "Did Shaka break up with her or something?"
"Or something; girl troubles," Loranna says to her father, knowing
that he'll immediately disregard the problem as outside his baliwack once she
invokes the phrase 'girl troubles'.
She gives Anya a reassuring smile, saying "No matter what the world throws
at us, we're not going to lose our heart. Dana just pointed that out to us
again." She gives Anya a look though, that implies she's free to talk in
private, if she wishes.[106]
[107] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 12:45 AM)
[108] "I wish you could Kiseena, but I'm afraid these might be personal problems that no one can." Anya said, looking sullen. "I shouldn't dwell on it though, I really shouldn't. The more I do, the more I become sullen. And I'm not a sullen person. I'm supposed to be a happy person."
[110]
Kiseena gently took one of Anya's hands, giving it a squeeze. "Kiseena
apologizes for not being able to help friend Anya, then," she mews, her
grin having faded. [111]
[112] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 11 2006, 11:50 PM)
[113] Gram looks
confused. "Huh?" he asks, leaning over to ask Loranna in a
whisper "Did Shaka break up with her or something?"
"Or something; girl troubles," Loranna says to her father, knowing
that he'll immediately disregard the problem as outside his baliwack once she
invokes the phrase 'girl troubles'.
She gives Anya a reassuring smile, saying "No matter what the world throws
at us, we're not going to lose our heart. Dana just pointed that out to
us again." She gives Anya a look though, that implies she's free to
talk in private, if she wishes.
QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 11 2006, 11:56 PM)
[117] Kiseena gently took one of Anya's hands, giving it a squeeze. "Kiseena apologizes for not being able to help friend Anya, then," she mews, her grin having faded.
[119]
Anya smiled at Kiseena, "Don't worry. This was a long time coming."
Anya stood up, nodding to Loranna, "I think I might go and get some fresh
air." [120]
[121] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 01:58 AM)
[122] Anya smiled at
Kiseena, "Don't worry. This was a long time coming."
Anya stood up, nodding to Loranna, "I think I might go and get some fresh
air."
[124]
Loranna nods, an says "Pardon me a moment Dad, Kiseena ..."
As Loranna heads out with Anya, Gram looks to Kiseena and says "That
wasn't exactly how I figured my daughter would react the day after her city got
half-destroyed ... so ... seen any Elves?" [125]
[126] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 12:58 AM)
[127] Anya smiled at
Kiseena, "Don't worry. This was a long time coming."
Anya stood up, nodding to Loranna, "I think I might go and get some fresh
air."
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 01:02 AM)
[131] Loranna nods, an says
"Pardon me a moment Dad, Kiseena ..."
As Loranna headsout with Anya, Gram looks to Kiseena and says "That wasn't
exactly how I figured my daughter would react the day after her city got
half-destroyed ... so ... seen any Elves?"
[133]
Kiseena waits until Anya and Loranna leave before her grin fades, nearly
instantly. Her perceptions were highly skilled, given her thiefly side-job, and
she could tell that they were politely excusing themselves to chat alone.
"Kiseena guesses that miss Loranna is not "no-one,""
the khajiit thinks, finishing off her drink. Glancing up at Gram, she pushes a
polite smile to the surface. "Kiseena has seen far more elves than she has
seen khajiit." [134]
[135] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 12:02 AM)
[136] Loranna nods, an says
"Pardon me a moment Dad, Kiseena ..."
As Loranna headsout with Anya, Gram looks to Kiseena and says "That wasn't
exactly how I figured my daughter would react the day after her city got half-destroyed
... so ... seen any Elves?"
[138]
Anya walked for a bit, until she came to a stop overlooking the water.
Anya listened as Loranna approached, studying the ripples as the water lapped
against the ground. "It happened, at the battle. Someone stabbed me in the
stomach," Anya emphasized the point by tracing the hole her her armor,
"It hurt really bad. Well, I was hurting the whole time, sunlight doens't
agree with me, but this pushed me."
Anya sat down, "I lost control. I wasn't even using my spear. I remember
biting the soldier in the neck, to heal myself. But then... I just pulled away
and his throat came with me. Blood never bothered me much, but I liked this. I
lost it, I started shredding anyone that came close. I didn't hurt anyone from
Ald Raathim, at least I don't think I did. It was all one image to me. I
remember collecting myself, and I was in the middle of the Redorans
though."
"But vampires don't loose control do they? They're not supposed to
berserk. So that means that was me out there, gutting friend or foe. When did I
become like this?" [139]
Delicious Double-post and peach cobler pie. [140]
[141] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 12 2006, 02:13 AM)
[142] Kiseena waits until
Anya and Loranna leave before her grin fades, nearly instantly. Her perceptions
were highly skilled, given her thiefly side-job, and she could tell that they
were politely excusing themselves to chat alone.
"Kiseena guesses that miss Loranna is not "no-one,""
the khajiit thinks, finishing off her drink. Glancing up at Gram, she pushes a
polite smile to the surface. "Kiseena has seen far more elves than she has
seen khajiit."
[144]
Gram gets a thoughtful look - for a Nord - on his face before breaking out into
a grin. "Ha; me too!" he jokes. "You'd think they own this
providence or something."
"Come; while my daughter does whatever secret 'girl talk' things with
Anya, you and I shall take advantage of their absence to consume the beverages
they would otherwise imbibe," Gram says. "And if you find this old
battle-axe's presence and gold pleasing enough, you can regal him with tales of
what's been going on in Ald Raathm, and I will tell you stories of your kinsmen
we have managed to free in the south."
[145]
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 02:16 AM)
[146] Anya walked for a bit,
until she came to a stop overlooking the water.
Anya listened as Loranna approached, studying the ripples as the water lapped
against the ground. "It happened, at the battle. Someone stabbed me in the
stomach," Anya emphasized the point by tracing the hole her her armor,
"It hurt really bad. Well, I was hurting the whole time, sunlight doens't
agree with me, but this pushed me."
Anya sat down, "I lost control. I wasn't even using my spear. I remember
biting the soldier in the neck, to heal myself. But then... I just pulled away
and his throat came with me. Blood never bothered me much, but I liked this. I
lost it, I started shredding anyone that came close. I didn't hurt anyone from
Ald Raathim, at least I don't think I did. It was all one image to me. I
remember collecting myself, and I was in the middle of the Redorans
though."
"But vampires don't loose control do they? They're not supposed to
berserk. So that means that was me out there, gutting friend or foe. When did I
become like this?"
[148]
Loranna's expresion shows a mix of worry, and compassion, and understanding.
"Vampires are as prone to losing control as most mortals," she says
to Anya, placing a hand on the Bosmer's shoulder. "It's just, when they
get a taste of blood, the blood-hunger kicks in, making it that much
worse." She pauses and looks at Anya searchingly for a moment.
" ... My very first time being Azura in public, back in Cyrodiil, I nearly
went beserk too," she says. "The doG's schemes brought about the
deaths of fifty children, I was confronted with this, and my own complicity in
their deaths ... I couldn't accept it; I ran off, not knowing what I was going
to do but wanting to lash out at someone, anyone - anything to make the pain
inside lessen, anything to keep me from having to look at myself and realize
what I did. Allie stopped me, thank the Nine, but still ..."
"This is one of the prices of power, Anya hun; when we lose control, we
don't just break some furniture or start a bar brawl - we wreck things, we can
kill people. And it's easy to lose control when you're being pounded by an
enemy who wants nothing more than to destroy you and everything you fight
for."[149]
[150] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 01:33 AM)
[151] Gram gets a thoughtful
look - for a Nord - on his face before breaking out into a grin.
"Ha; me too!" he jokes. "You'd think they own this
providence or something."
"Come; while my daughter does whatever secret 'girl talk' things with
Anya, you and I shall take advantage of their absence to consume the beverages
they would otherwise imbibe," Gram says. "And if you find this
old battle-axe's presence and gold pleasing enough, you can regal him with
tales of what's been going on in Ald Raathm, and I will tell you stories of
your kinsmen we have managed to free in the south."
[153]
Kiseena relaxed somewhat, smirking at the much larger man. "Kiseena finds
Gram's presence pleasing so far... Kiseena does not know Gram that well,"
she murmured, her own grin slowly growing. "But if Gram keeps Kiseena
thoroughly sauced, then Kiseena will pray to the Clan-Mother than Gram walks on
warm sands always." [154]
[155] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 12 2006, 02:39 AM)
[156] Kiseena relaxed somewhat, smirking at the much larger man. "Kiseena finds Gram's presence pleasing so far... Kiseena does not know Gram that well," she murmured, her own grin slowly growing. "But if Gram keeps Kiseena thoroughly sauced, then Kiseena will pray to the Clan-Mother than Gram walks on warm sands always."
[158]
Gram laughs, and waves a barmaid over, calling for two flagons of ale.
"I've walked on the warm sands of your homeland," he says, "or
at least the slightly sandy parts that border Cyroiil. Those were dark days,
like these days, though the Daedra Princes were the ones to blame rather than
the greed of mortal men and mer."
"But that's a tale for a little bit; now, tell me, what has been going on
in Ald Raathim before this mess?" he asks, waving his hand in the general
direction of outside. "I heard that the raid on Narsis was your doing, but
beyond that I've been out of the loop for the past couple of months."[159]
[160] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 12:33 AM)
[161] Loranna's expresion
shows a mix of worry, and compassion, and understanding. "Vampires
are as prone to losing control as most mortals," she says to Anya, placing
a hand on the Bosmer's shoulder. "It's just, when they get a taste
of blood, the blood-hunger kicks in, making it that much worse." She
pauses and looks at Anya searchingly for a moment.
" ... My very first time being Azura in public, back in Cyrodiil, I nearly
went beserk too," she says. "The doG's schemes brought about
the deaths of fifty children, I was confronted with this, and my own complicity
in their deaths ... I couldn't accept it; I ran off, not knowing what I was
going to do but wanting to lash out at someone, anyone - anything to make the
pain inside lessen, anything to keep me from having to look at myself and
realize what I did. Allie stopped me, thank the Nine, but still ..."
"This is one of the prices of power, Anya hun; when we lose control, we
don't just break some furniture or start a bar brawl - we wreck things, we can
kill people. And it's easy to lose control when you're being pounded by
an enemy who wants nothing more than to destroy you and everything you fight
for."
[163]
Anya nodded, not completely consoled, "This, this blood-hunger... What if
I hurt somebody close to me? I can't stop replaying in my head these images. It
scares me."
Anya looked at Loranna, "I've always been able to control myself, to
temper my skills. And now it's unraveling before my eyes." [164]
[165] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 01:45 AM)
[166] Gram laughs, and waves
a barmaid over, calling for two flagons of ale. "I've walked on the
warm sands of your homeland," he says, "or at least the slightly
sandy parts that border Cyroiil. Those were dark days, like these days, though
the Daedra Princes were the ones to blame rather than the greed of mortal men
and mer."
"But that's a tale for a little bit; now, tell me, what has been going on
in Ald Raathim before this mess?" he asks, waving his hand in the general
direction of outside. "I heard that the raid on Narsis was your
doing, but beyond that I've been out of the loop for the past couple of
months."
[168]
Kiseena is quite thankful for her drink to be replaced with a full one.
"Kiseena has been working at the Arena mostly," she remarks, glancing
down into her drink. She wondered if that sort of life was gone now, and wasn't
terribly sure wether that made her sad or not. "A recent night was the
first Kiseena had met Anya or miss Loranna either. As far as what Kiseena has heard
of Narsis.."
Then Kiseena did something else she had some skill at - passing on rumors,
advice, and secrets she had been told on Ald Raathim's raid on Narsis. Some
details may have been wrong, some may have been right, and all was
word-of-mouth. [169]
[170] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 02:53 AM)
[171] Anya nodded, not
completely consoled, "This, this blood-hunger... What if I hurt somebody
close to me? I can't stop replaying in my head these images. It scares
me."
Anya looked at Loranna, "I've always been able to control myself, to
temper my skills. And now it's unraveling before my eyes."
[173]
Loranna reaches out to take Anya in a protective embrace. "That's why you
have us, Anya; to help you keep your control."
"Dear, I know just how you feel; the whole time I was being carried around
VVardenfell, I was scared I would end up hurting people if I tried anything. So
I tried to just go with the flow of events, and I ended up hurting still more
people. You can't be scared of this; fear won't give you control. You just have
to keep trying, know that you have to be more careful now when in major
battles, and come to terms with this."
"Rememeber, in the end, you're still Anya - the flesh you're in doesn't
decide who you are, it just shapes your journey through this world. The real
you, the you we know and love - you control who she is, not this
curse." [174]
[175] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 12 2006, 02:55 AM)
[176] Kiseena is quite
thankful for her drink to be replaced with a full one. "Kiseena has been
working at the Arena mostly," she remarks, glancing down into her drink.
She wondered if that sort of life was gone now, and wasn't terribly sure wether
that made her sad or not. "A recent night was the first Kiseena had met
Anya or miss Loranna either. As far as what Kiseena has heard of Narsis.."
Then Kiseena did something else she had some skill at - passing on rumors,
advice, and secrets she had been told on Ald Raathim's raid on Narsis. Some
details may have been wrong, some may have been right, and all was
word-of-mouth.
[178]
Gram listens, and drinks - like all Nords, he drinks well, an often - and he
smiles at various points of Kiseena's story.
An then, he begins telling her of the news from the south, where he and other
mercaneries have fought small but pitched battles against the Indoril, seperate
from the main army. He tells tales of finding Khajiit and Argonains working in
the fields, of shattering their bracers with his axe, Frostkiss, then splitting
the skulls of their masters. He tells of eluding pursuit by parrapton and
scout, of fighting alongside a pack of werewolves who fought for Helseth's
forces, of hiding among the saltrice stalks and seeing good men and mer die
around him - and seeing young Khajiit and Dunmer taking up fallen weapons and
proving themselves heroes.
"These are dark times, but it is in the darkest times that the heart of
heroes shine most brightly," he says as he finishes his first round of
tales. "This is why you should never fear death in battle, so long as you
have good company at your side. Kyne will see the light of their hearts and
bless you with strength and see you through the day."[179]
[180] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 02:10 AM)
[181] "These are dark times, but it is in the darkest times that the heart of heroes shine most brightly," he says as he finishes his first round of tales. "This is why you should never fear death in battle, so long as you have good company at your side. Kyne will see the light of their hearts and bless you with strength and see you through the day."
[183]
Kiseena also listens, and also drinks. The words he finishes with, though, ring
like finger-cymbols in her ears. "Kiseena was not afraid of death this day,"
she admits quietly. "Kiseena had.. more confusion in Kiseena's mind than
fear. Kiseena is not used to risking Kiseena's life for the beliefs of a
friend." [184]
[185] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 12 2006, 03:14 AM)
[186] Kiseena also listens, and also drinks. The words he finishes with, though, ring like finger-cymbols in her ears. "Kiseena was not afraid of death this day," she admits quietly. "Kiseena had.. more confusion in Kiseena's mind than fear. Kiseena is not used to risking Kiseena's life for the beliefs of a friend."
[188]
Gram gives Kiseena a craggy grin. "Best to watch out for that; it's better
to know why you're out there splitting skulls than not," he says.
"But fighting for friends is a noble goal; I've fought with these people
here, an you couln't ask for better friends in a fight. Especially if you fight
alongside Reichi; he's good company and don't let his ears and skin fool you,
that Dark Elf's got good blood in him."[189]
[190] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 02:17 AM)
[191] Gram gives Kiseena a craggy grin. "Best to watch out for that; it's better to know why you're out there splitting skulls than not," he says. "But fighting for friends is a noble goal; I've fought with these people here, an you couln't ask for better friends in a fight. Especially if you fight alongside Reichi; he's good company and don't let his ears and skin fool you, that Dark Elf's got good blood in him."
[193]
Kiseena nodded. "Kiseena does not have reservations over the appearance of
men or mer," she said, but smirked. "Though Kiseena finds most of
them to not have nearly enough fur."
It's obvious the drinking is getting to her a bit, as the words and rhyme send
her into a short-lived fit of giggles, tail swishing against the seat behind
her. [194]
[195] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 12 2006, 03:23 AM)
[196] Kiseena nodded.
"Kiseena does not have reservations over the appearance of men or
mer," she said, but smirked. "Though Kiseena finds most of them to
not have nearly enough fur."
It's obvious the drinking is getting to her a bit, as the words and rhyme send
her into a short-lived fit of giggles, tail swishing against the seat behind
her.
[198]
"You and my daughter should get along famously; she has a thing for
fur," Gram mutters into his tankard, a little tipsy himself. "Bah!
So, tell me, what was it like, fighting those giant crabs and those metal
crawling things? I wish I could have tested Frostkiss's edge against them; they
look to be the only thing fiercer than an enraged Senches-Raht." [199]
[200] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 01:01 AM)
[201] Loranna reaches out to
take Anya in a protective embrace. "That's why you have us, Anya; to
help you keep your control."
"Dear, I know just how you feel; the whole time I was being carried around
VVardenfell, I was scared I would end up hurting people if I tried
anything. So I tried to just go with the flow of events, and I ended up
hurting still more people. You can't be scared of this; fear won't give
you control. You just have to keep trying, know that you have to be more
careful now when in major battles, and come to terms with this."
"Rememeber, in the end, you're still Anya - the flesh you're in doesn't
decide who you are, it just shapes your journey through this world. The
real you, the you we know and love - you control who she is, not this
curse."
[203]
Anya stood up, mumbling, "That's what I'm afraid of, that this is
me."
"Loranna, I am scared. You didn't see me out there. I wasn't just fighting
for Ald Raathim, I was ripping them apart because it felt good. I... I'm not
entirely sure if it was just the blood-hunger either. I may be able to decide
who I am, but it's my decisions that made me this."
Anya started to become more vehement, her eyes and skin midly rippling with
colors, "You say that this isn't all there is to me. But when I left that
manor, I was just a little girl. A scared, little girl who lost everything
because she couldn't cut it. Ever since then, I've tried to bury her under more
power, more strength. Look at what I can do with this gift, I can rend a man's
stomach with my bare fingers. But not even that was the answer."
Anya calmed down, focused her thoughts, but dropped her mask, "And now
look at what it's made me. Look at what she is..." [204]
[205] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 02:27 AM)
[206] "You and my daughter should get along famously; she has a thing for fur," Gram mutters into his tankard, a little tipsy himself. "Bah! So, tell me, what was it like, fighting those giant crabs and those metal crawling things? I wish I could have tested Frostkiss's edge against them; they look to be the only thing fiercer than an enraged Senches-Raht."
[208]
Kiseena's cheekfur ruffled at the idea of Loranna liking fur. She takes a long
drink, but frowns when she was asked that last question.
"Kiseena is merely an acrobat, sir Gram," she mentions. "Kiseena
uses daggers and a bow. Kiseena was not able to do anything to the foul metal
crabs that attacked the city. Though... Kiseena helped Shaka and another
argonian set two ablaze..." [209]
[210] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 03:39 AM)
[211] Anya stood up,
mumbling, "That's what I'm afraid of, that this is me."
"Loranna, I am scared. You didn't see me out there. I wasn't just fighting
for Ald Raathim, I was ripping them apart because it felt good. I... I'm not
entirely sure if it was just the blood-hunger either. I may be able to decide
who I am, but it's my decisions that made me this."
Anya started to become more vehement, her eyes and skin midly rippling with
colors, "You say that this isn't all there is to me. But when I left that
manor, I was just a little girl. A scared, little girl who lost everything
because she couldn't cut it. Ever since then, I've tried to bury her under more
power, more strength. Look at what I can do with this gift, I can rend a man's
stomach with my bare fingers. But not even that was the answer."
Anya calmed down, focused her thoughts, but dropped her mask, "And now
look at what it's made me. Look at what she is..."
[213]
"Yes, let's look at what she is," Loranna says, her voice growing
sharper. "A woman who foun it in her heart to forgive the spirit of her
dead sister, when she was naught but a spectre of vengenance. A woman who was
raised to look out for herself, to keep people at arm's length, who in two days
has become someone's best friend. A woman who has gone from not being able to
be close to anyone, to seeking shelter in the arms of a 'safe' man, to honestly
loving that man ..."
"A woman who stood with her friends in the spheres, an who found Happily
Ever After. A woman who knows that no matter how heinous the crime, redemption
is still possible if the person sincerely wants to change, because everyone
around her personifies that."
She squeezes Anya's shoulders. "A woman I love as a friend, a woman whose
trials remind me of my own deep, hidden darkness. A woman who's made all our
lives richer for being here."
"A beautiful woman, bearing a burden, who still can rise above it; a woman
who has already started to learn, nothing can be given to us that is not a
gift." Loranna is shaking by the time she finishes talking; her
tearstreaks glisten in the waning light of the day.[214]
[215] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 12 2006, 03:39 AM)
[216] Kiseena's cheekfur
ruffled at the idea of Loranna liking fur. She takes a long drink, but frowns
when she was asked that last question.
"Kiseena is merely an acrobat, sir Gram," she mentions. "Kiseena
uses daggers and a bow. Kiseena was not able to do anything to the foul metal
crabs that attacked the city. Though... Kiseena helped Shaka and another
argonian set two ablaze..."
[218]
"Ah, now that sounds like a good tale! Tell me all about it," Gram
insists, waving over two more flagons ...[219]
[220] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 02:54 AM)
[221] "Ah, now that sounds like a good tale! Tell me all about it," Gram insists, waving over two more flagons ...
[223]
Kiseena smirked as more drinks came. She began to hope that she and Gram didn't
end up in some unseemly situation with booze to blame. Though, as asked, she
began to relay what she could remember of her adrenaline-filled fighting. How
she had missed Anya before the scouting run. How she watched the advancing army
at Shaka's side on the battlements. How the three of them raged like angry
alley-cats against the flood of Redoran soldiers.
Kiseena left out the wound that Anya had recieved, and the biting and other
strangeness that she had filed in a mental-crate with the rest of what few
secrets she knew of Anya. But to fill the void, she slid into her reluctant
leaving of Anya's side to try and keep herself useful the best way she knew
how, sniping like crazy with arrows both familiar and never-before-seen. [224]
[225] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 01:52 AM)
[226] "Yes, let's look
at what she is," Loranna says, her voice growing sharper. "A
woman who foun it in her heart to forgive the spirit of her dead sister, when
she was naught but a spectre of vengenance. A woman who was raised to
look out for herself, to keep people at arm's length, who in two days has
become someone's best friend. A woman who has gone from not being able to
be close to anyone, to seeking shelter in the arms of a 'safe' man, to honestly
loving that man ..."
"A woman who stood with her friends in the spheres, an who found Happily
Ever After. A woman who knows that no matter how heinous the crime,
redemption is still possible if the person sincerely wants to change, because
everyone around her personifies that."
She squeezes Anya's shoulders. "A woman I love as a friend, a woman
whose trials remind me of my own deep, hidden darkness. A woman who's
made all our lives richer for being here."
"A beautiful woman, bearing a burden, who still can rise above it; a woman
who has already started to learn, nothing can be given to us that is not a
gift." Loranna is shaking by the time she finishes talking; her
tearstreaks glisten in the waning light of the day.
[228]
Anya's eyes reddened as she cried crimson tears, "And what will any of
that matter if I kill them, or you? My life is one bloody kill after
another!"
Anya stopped suddenly, her shoulders sagging. She held Loranna's arms as she
touched Anya's shoulders. She dropped her guard and leaned foward, and buried
her face in Loranna's shoulder.
"I just don't want to hurt any body. I don't want to hurt you, or Shaka,
or Kiseena, or anyone. And I don't know if I can keep to that. I've lost it.
I've been given more than I can control. I'm not confident in what I'm capable
of anymore." [229]
[230] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 04:18 AM)
[231] Anya's eyes reddened
as she cried crimson tears, "And what will any of that matter if I kill
them, or you? My life is one bloody kill after another!"
Anya stopped suddenly, her shoulders sagging. She held Loranna's arms as she
touched Anya's shoulders. She dropped her guard and leaned foward, and buried
her face in Loranna's shoulder.
"I just don't want to hurt any body. I don't want to hurt you, or Shaka,
or Kiseena, or anyone. And I don't know if I can keep to that. I've lost it.
I've been given more than I can control. I'm not confident in what I'm capable
of anymore."
[233]
Loranna's eyes fill with tears as well, and her heart cries out forelornly Allie,
where are you? I need you ... she needs you ...
But Allerleirauh wasn't here; the woman she regarded as a second mother, a true
mother, wasn't here. Just her, and her baby, and this poor, wretched woman who
needed something Loranna doesn't know if she can give.
The last time Anya had been so distraught, Loranna had sung her a song - it
felt like a lifetime ago, and right now Loranna couldn't sing if she tried. So
she simply embraces Anya back, and rocks her back and forth gently, and a tiny
part of her hopes that this is the right thing to do, to treat Anya like she
would treat a child who needs comforting.
A normal child. Not a vampire.
Nine willing, it would, if not be enough, at least be something. [234]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws stired. Something was not right. His miemories took a moment
to return. He remembered the captured Redorans and heading back to the
barracks, then nothing. He was not wearing his armor. He sniffed the air
cautiously, the smell or dried blood was strong. He shifted, his scales rubbing
on the bed, his bed. How did he get to bed? He opened his eyes. He was in his
quarters, his damaged and bloodstained armor was neatly stacked nearby. His
claymore, spear, and othere weapons were there as well. He dressed himself with
his chitin armor.
As he exited his quarters a soldier outside the door greeted him, he saluted.
"It is good to see you doing well sir."
"What happened?" Slashes asked.
"You passed out sir, Valerius brought you in and put to bed. I was ordered
to make sure no one disturbed you."
"I am feeling much better now." Slashes said, and he was.
He went to check on his men.
OOC: Due to the starting of a new semester of college I will not be RPing much.
I may post occasionally, but I will mostly be in the background. [235]
The Nymph and
Noggin
More merchant ships had begun arriving in the harbor. Evidently, the shipping
lanes were not blocked by the Redoran. Good news.
The scene at the Nymph and Noggin was less anarchic. The wounded and dead had
been brought out, either to recover at the Temple or their own homes, or to be
buried.
The bells of mourning rang in the air as services were held for those who had
fallen. The few graveyards in Ald Raathim would have to be expanded.
Kethiah had meeting after meeting with merchants, some of whom were legitimate
importers, and some of whom were spies. She had no time to witness the bardic
duel, but her feelings about it were much the same as Loranna's. With so much
to be done, it seemed like an extravagance to sing songs while buildings need
to be repaired, to tell tales while the defenses needed to be built up. But, on
the other hand, people needed comforting beyond what a healing spell could do.[236]
[237] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 04:14 PM)
[238] The Nymph and
Noggin
More merchant ships had begun arriving in the harbor. Evidently, the
shipping lanes were not blocked by the Redoran. Good news.
The scene at the Nymph and Noggin was less anarchic. The wounded and dead
had been brought out, either to recover at the Temple or their own homes, or to
be buried.
The bells of mourning rang in the air as services were held for those who had
fallen. The few graveyards in Ald Raathim would have to be expanded.
Kethiah had meeting after meeting with merchants, some of whom were legitimate
importers, and some of whom were spies. She had no time to witness the
bardic duel, but her feelings about it were much the same as Loranna's.
With so much to be done, it seemed like an extravagance to sing songs while
buildings need to be repaired, to tell tales while the defenses needed to be
built up. But, on the other hand, people needed comforting beyond what a
healing spell could do.
[240]
At length, Loranna returns to the Nymph and Noggin, a short half-cloak thrown
over her midnight blue robes. She looks once again for Kethiah to compare
notes.
"Well, out of the two dozen crabs the enemy left behind, six or seven are
still functional enough to move, including a couple of the sea crabs," she
says. "Though even those ones are banged up some. The broken ones though
are making decent plugs for the holes in our walls, or replacing the fallen
towers - we may even be able to build bigger ballistae onto the immobile crabs
than the Redorans used, since most of these monsters won't be walking again.
It's not perfect, but it'll give us breathing room. The fabricants, people are
looking at; they're all broken and unmoving but I hear Longhammer is talking
about forging weapons and armor out of their metal plating; it's durable stuff.
Plus, they're useful for plugging in the holes we ripped in some of the crabs.
As for the mobile ones ... well, the sea crabs are hardly a substitute for our
navy, but right now I'm grateful we have them; the land crabs that can still
move the commanders are still debating whether to keep them for the city's
defense or try to use them to take back some of the land we've lost."[241]
Slyvos was in the
Nymph and Noggin once more, after having surprised the poor sap who thought he
was dead a few hours back. Yup, one hell of a battle, and a bardic contest was
one hell of a way to lighten the mood.
So, the khajiit figured he'd help things along, bringing his flute along with
him and sitting in the corner somewhere, a small smile on his face as he
started to play one of his more tavern appropriate songs. Which, for him, was
rather uplighting compared to the songs he usually played.
Of course, he was unable to really pay attention to what was going on after he
got into it, as he had to concentrate on getting every little note correct, as
to avoid throwing off the whole melody and rythm. [242]
[243] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 05:01 PM)
[244] At length, Loranna
returns to the Nymph and Noggin, a short half-cloak thrown over her midnight
blue robes. She looks once again for Kethiah to compare notes.
"Well, out of the two dozen crabs the enemy left behind, six or seven are
still functional enough to move, including a couple of the sea crabs," she
says. "Though even those ones are banged up some. The broken
ones though are making decent plugs for the holes in our walls, or replacing
the fallen towers - we may even be able to build bigger ballistae onto the
immobile crabs than the Redorans used, since most of these monsters won't be
walking again. It's not perfect, but it'll give us breathing room.
The fabricants, people are looking at; they're all broken and unmoving but I
hear Longhammer is talking about forging weapons and armor out of their metal
plating; it's durable stuff. Plus, they're useful for plugging in the
holes we ripped in some of the crabs. As for the mobile ones ... well,
the sea crabs are hardly a substitute for our navy, but right now I'm grateful
we have them; the land crabs that can still move the commanders are still
debating whether to keep them for the city's defense or try to use them
to take back some of the land we've lost."
[246]
"That sounds good," Kethiah replied. She looked tired. She didn't
remember the last time she slept soundly ... It would have been back at Shaka's
yurt, she imagined. "As far as the news I've managed to gather and
corroborate, some good news, some bad, some interesting ... It seems the
reports of Vivec being saved aren't true. All the cantons belong to the Redoran
and Indoril now. Moonstone has set himself up in the Temple. Molag Mar
successfully defended itself, as did Mournhold. The shipping lanes appear to
still be open for the most part. One of my agents is going to transport an
emissary of the King's here in the next day or two, so that we can plan next
moves. They don't dare to sail under the royal flag again, just yet, until they
know what the situation is in the Inner Sea."
[247]
Summary
Molag Mar is still recovering from the brutal battle it went through.
Kratos is troubled with thoughts about the future of the Temple.
Ivelaes remains busy with the aftermath of Molag Mar.
Astien Dalomax has healed many, with many left to heal. [248]
[249] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 06:18 PM)
[250] "That sounds good," Kethiah replied. She looked tired. She didn't remember the last time she slept soundly ... It would have been back at Shaka's yurt, she imagined. "As far as the news I've managed to gather and corroborate, some good news, some bad, some interesting ... It seems the reports of Vivec being saved aren't true. All the cantons belong to the Redoran and Indoril now. Moonstone has set himself up in the Temple. Molag Mar successfully defended itself, as did Mournhold. The shipping lanes appear to still be open for the most part. One of my agents is going to transport an emissary of the King's here in the next day or two, so that we can plan next moves. They don't dare to sail under the royal flag again, just yet, until they know what the situation is in the Inner Sea."
[252]
Loranna frowns. "Without our own ships, we can't secure our shipping
lanes; two underwater crabs aren't going to cut it. And it's going to take time
and money to buy and outfit new ships; unless the King can spare a few
..."
"Vivec's gone?" Loranna looks dismayed. "Even with Molag Mar
still unfallen, we've lost Vvardenfell then; the false Tribunal controls all
the shrines. Not to mention the ebony deposits the Emperor wanted Helseth to
regain in the first place - though we've got Solstheim now ..."
Loranna looks thoughtful for a moment. "Just how much of our former trade
can we hope to see continue, assuming we can somehow ensure the safety of the
sea lanes?" she asks, holding out her hands to Kethiah, the faint blue
glow of a restore fatigue spell surrounding her hands.[253]
Summary: Dynate's at
the noggin, he just got done his shift of pouring drinks to injured patrons...
but mainly Gram... he drinks like a slaughter fish.
--------
Dynate felt much less restrained now he had changed out of his armor.
But disgusted at the pain he had seen, in the eyes of every drink he poured to.
He wondered if the drink he poured to the next person would be the drink that
hooked them to the bottle, burying them in there depression. [254]
[255] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 06:45 PM)
[256] Loranna frowns.
"Without our own ships, we can't secure our shipping lanes; two underwater
crabs aren't going to cut it. And it's going to take time and money to
buy and outfit new ships; unless the King can spare a few ..."
"Vivec's gone?" Loranna looks dismayed. "Even with
Molag Mar still unfallen, we've lost Vvardenfell then; the false Tribunal
controls all the shrines. Not to mention the ebony deposits the Emperor
wanted Helseth to regain in the first place - though we've got Solstheim now
..."
Loranna looks thoughtful for a moment. "Just how much of our former
trade can we hope to see continue, assuming we can somehow ensure the safety of
the sea lanes?" she asks, holding out her hands to Kethiah, the faint blue
glow of a restore fatigue spell surrounding her hands.
[258]
Kethiah accepted the healing gratefully. "Thank you, I took a restoration
potion a little while ago," she said, touching her belly. "I get
tired really quickly now, but there's no time for sleep ..."
"As for the questions, I think Helseth's envoy will be able to answer them
hopefully," she replied.[259]
[260] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 07:21 PM)
[261] Kethiah accepted the
healing gratefully. "Thank you, I took a restoration potion a little while
ago," she said, touching her belly. "I get tired really quickly now,
but there's no time for sleep ..."
"As for the questions, I think Helseth's envoy will be able to answer them
hopefully," she replied.
[263]
"You may not have much choice, hun," Loranna says to Kethiah.
"The baby's close to being due ..."
" ... Anyway, I am looking forward to meeting with the King's envoy; we
should make some preperations. Though I think he'll forgive us if said
preperations are just a hot meal and a room here in the Nymph, yes?"
Loranna asks with a small grin. "Poor Razbiah's already rattled enough as
it is and the next big celebration is the memorial tomorrow."[264]
[265] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 07:39 PM)
[266] "You may not have
much choice, hun," Loranna says to Kethiah. "The baby's close
to being due ..."
" ... Anyway, I am looking forward to meeting with the King's envoy; we
should make some preperations. Though I think he'll forgive us if said
preperations are just a hot meal and a room here in the Nymph, yes?"
Loranna asks with a small grin. "Poor Razbiah's already rattled
enough as it is and the next big celebration is the memorial tomorrow."
[268]
"I have another month of usefulness, I hope," Kethiah smiled.
"And, yes, I think Helseth's emissary will think it more important that
we're rebuilding and shoring up defenses, rather than putting together a great
banquet for him or her."
[269]
[270] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 07:49 PM)
[271] "I have another month of usefulness, I hope," Kethiah smiled. "And, yes, I think Helseth's emissary will think it more important that we're rebuilding and shoring up defenses, rather than putting together a great banquet for him or her."
[273]
"We'll make up for it when we're back on our feet," Loranna promises.
"Now, then ... I've been looking at our situation, and even though we're
not in great shape, sooner or later, we're going to have to take back some of
the land we lost. Our scouts are trying to cover our remaining farms but so
long as we're pinched between the Redoran and the Indoril, we're never going to
be safe."
"Have we heard any reports yet on how secure a hold the Redoran and
Indoril have on their new territory? Our army's hurting but we still have
people like Anya and Shaka and Reichi, and now my father too, and eveyone else
..."[274]
Shaka returned to the
Nymph and Noggin in time to see Anya and Loranna talking outside. He let them
have their privacy, though he could guess what was bothering Anya: her
vampirism and the spiritual changes it must have brought, not just the physical
ones.
He was grateful that much of the old Anya was left. The fact that he had seen a
haunted look in her eyes, back in the tavern, meant that Anya hadn't lost her
soul when she had lost her life.
I have to help the city somehow, he thought, not just hang around the tavern.
Shaka knew little about construction, but maybe he could help guard the supply
caravans to and from Cyrodiil, or help defend and increase Daruhn's borders.
The quest for Hallin's sword intrigued him, but he wasn't sure if now was the
best time. How much could one man or woman with a mystic sword do against a
legion of enemies? Yet it felt as if their Ra'Gada visitors were here out of
more than coincidence.[275]
[276] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 06:59 PM)
[277] "We'll make up
for it when we're back on our feet," Loranna promises. "Now,
then ... I've been looking at our situation, and even though we're not in great
shape, sooner or later, we're going to have to take back some of the land we
lost. Our scouts are trying to cover our remaining farms but so long as
we're pinched between the Redoran and the Indoril, we're never going to be
safe."
"Have we heard any reports yet on how secure a hold the Redoran and
Indoril have on their new territory? Our army's hurting but we still have
people like Anya and Shaka and Reichi, and now my father too, and eveyone else
..."
[279]
Gistral entered the Nymph and Noggin, after he spent some time trying to get a
grasp on what has happened and where the worst damage was done. He was seen
looking at the damaged city walls, the docks and the city itself. The Redguard
warrior walked up to Loranna and Kethiah, waited a few seconds to listen to
their last words, then harrumphed.
"If I may, I think I have a few suggestions I'd like to make.", he
said. [280]
[281] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 07:59 PM)
[282] "We'll make up
for it when we're back on our feet," Loranna promises. "Now,
then ... I've been looking at our situation, and even though we're not in great
shape, sooner or later, we're going to have to take back some of the land we
lost. Our scouts are trying to cover our remaining farms but so long as
we're pinched between the Redoran and the Indoril, we're never going to be
safe."
"Have we heard any reports yet on how secure a hold the Redoran and
Indoril have on their new territory? Our army's hurting but we still have
people like Anya and Shaka and Reichi, and now my father too, and eveyone else
..."
[284]
"My contacts are on the outside, but if we can get some scouts out there
to analyze the situation immediately around us, that'd obviously be very
useful," Kethiah nodded her head.[285]
[286] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 08:13 PM)
[287] Gistral entered the
Nymph and Noggin, after he spent some time trying to get a grasp on what has
happened and where the worst damage was done. He was seen looking at the
damaged city walls, the docks and the city itself. The Redguard warrior walked
up to Loranna and Kethiah, waited a few seconds to listen to their last words,
then harrumphed.
"If I may, I think I have a few suggestions I'd like to make.", he
said.
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 08:14 PM)
[291] "My contacts are on the outside, but if we can get some scouts out there to analyze the situation immediately around us, that'd obviously be very useful," Kethiah nodded her head.
[293]
Loranna smiles at Gistral. "Hello dear; all suggestions are welcome,"
she says. "I was hoping to speak with you in fact, about the state of
things. Please, go on ..."
[294]
[295] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 07:14 PM)
[296] "My contacts are on the outside, but if we can get some scouts out there to analyze the situation immediately around us, that'd obviously be very useful," Kethiah nodded her head.
[298]
"If you can use my companions in these scouting missions, feel free to
draft them. They're neither stonemasons, nor healers, so they onyl have limited
usefulness in the city other than being simple workforce. They're fast if need
be, and be sneaky and quiet if needed. I know Anya is a good scout, she can
perhaps lead them.", Gistral proposed.[299]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 07:18 PM)
[300] Loranna smiles at Gistral. "Hello dear; all suggestions are welcome," she says. "I was hoping to speak with you in fact, about the state of things. Please, go on ..."
[302]
"There's a reason why I didn't mention that I lead my companions.",
the Redguard added as he turned to Loranna. "I've looked at the city. Many
houses are ruined, but we can use the stones to strengthen the walls. Perhaps
we can even use these functional... crabs? I mean, for helping in piling up
these stones to a wall? Like, giant construction machines?" [303]
[304] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 08:23 PM)
[305] "If you can use
my companions in these scouting missions, feel free to draft them. They're
neither stonemasons, nor healers, so they onyl have limited usefulness in the
city other than being simple workforce. They're fast if need be, and be sneaky
and quiet if needed. I know Anya is a good scout, she can perhaps lead
them.", Gistral proposed.
"There's a reason why I didn't mention that I lead my companions.",
the Redguard added as he turned to Loranna. "I've looked at the city. Many
houses are ruined, but we can use the stones to strengthen the walls. Perhaps
we can even use these functional... crabs? I mean, for helping in piling up
these stones to a wall? Like, giant construction machines?"
[307]
"And one very skilled bard, as well," Loranna adds with a small grin.
"I'll talk to Anya about the idea the next time I see her; we definitely
need all the scouts we can get."
"As for the crabs, they've been somewhat helpful in clearing out the rubble
at least," Loranna says. "I'll pass the idea along to the foremen
working on the walls; if nothing else, they make decent cargo transports for
the stone."[308]
[309] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 08:23 PM)
[310] "If you can use my companions in these scouting missions, feel free to draft them. They're neither stonemasons, nor healers, so they onyl have limited usefulness in the city other than being simple workforce. They're fast if need be, and be sneaky and quiet if needed. I know Anya is a good scout, she can perhaps lead them.", Gistral proposed.
[312]
"That sounds good," Kethiah agreed. "We need to survey the
surrounded areas as quickly and as thoroughly as possible."[313]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 08:23 PM)
[314] "There's a reason why I didn't mention that I lead my companions.", the Redguard added as he turned to Loranna. "I've looked at the city. Many houses are ruined, but we can use the stones to strengthen the walls. Perhaps we can even use these functional... crabs? I mean, for helping in piling up these stones to a wall? Like, giant construction machines?"
[316]
"We'll need to balance keeping our foes out with keeping the people
sheltered," Kethiah replied. "I'm buying some material from the
merchants so we can patch up the buildings that just need a little work, but
everyone will need to work together ... Those who have a house that survived
will need to take in the homeless ... And we need you or Kallen to organize the
effort, Gistral."[317]
[318] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 07:34 PM)
[319] "That sounds
good," Kethiah agreed. "We need to survey the surrounded areas as
quickly and as thoroughly as possible."
"We'll need to balance keeping our foes out with keeping the people
sheltered," Kethiah replied. "I'm buying some material from the
merchants so we can patch up the buildings that just need a little work, but
everyone will need to work together ... Those who have a house that survived
will need to take in the homeless ... And we need you or Kallen to organize the
effort, Gistral."
[321]
"Yes, I agree with you. We may be able to use the stones in the
construction of the walls, and the logs and wood that are still good enough to
build with can be poles for tents or even small shacks. It may not be the most
pleasant place to stay, but it is better than being outside. Besides, tent
cloth is easier to bring in quickly through a mages guild perhaps than blocks
of stone. And shipments of stone might take a while to get here. I'm willing to
do whatever is in my power to help. I think I can organize this."
"Speaking of shipments. I was wondering. I gathered fro mthe stories the
soldiers tell, that your navy was sunk as it exited the bay. You also seem to
have captured a few of these sea-based crabs, right? Could we perhaps use them
to drag our sunken ships to form some sort of a sea barrier in the more shallow
waters of the bay? As an underwater barrier? We can leave a certain space open
and mark if for friendly ships to pass through, but it would hamper enemy
forces to approach Ald Raathim on a broad front to unload their troops
quickly..."[322]
Shaka walked closer to
the discussion. "If I could add something to the discussion on the
homeless, I want to volunteer my land to the city as a refugee camp. Maybe some
non-commissioned officers could organize it, keep the refugees from fouling the
stream so it can be their water supply. . . . I won't be around there much
until our present crises are a little better, but I wanted to help out with the
housing problem. Yurts or tents could be put up."
"I'm available to join the scout/survey teams."[323]
[324] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 08:45 PM)
[325] "Yes, I agree
with you. We may be able to use the stones in the construction of the walls,
and the logs and wood that are still good enough to build with can be poles for
tents or even small shacks. It may not be the most pleasant place to stay, but
it is better than being outside. Besides, tent cloth is easier to bring in
quickly through a mages guild perhaps than blocks of stone. And shipments of
stone might take a while to get here. I'm willing to do whatever is in my power
to help. I think I can organize this."
"Speaking of shipments. I was wondering. I gathered fro mthe stories the
soldiers tell, that your navy was sunk as it exited the bay. You also seem to
have captured a few of these sea-based crabs, right? Could we perhaps use them
to drag our sunken ships to form some sort of a sea barrier in the more shallow
waters of the bay? As an underwater barrier? We can leave a certain space open
and mark if for friendly ships to pass through, but it would hamper enemy
forces to approach Ald Raathim on a broad front to unload their troops
quickly..."
[327]
"The shape of the bay lends itself to foiling an invasion," Loranna
says, "That idea could be implemented, yes ... though if the Redorans have
any more sea crabs, then those obstructions would be only a temporary obstacle
..."
[328]
QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 12 2006, 08:52 PM)
[329] Shaka walked closer to
the discussion. "If I could add something to the discussion on the
homeless, I want to volunteer my land to the city as a refugee camp.
Maybe some non-commissioned officers could organize it, keep the refugees from
fouling the stream so it can be their water supply. . .
. I won't be around there much until our present crises are a little
better, but I wanted to help out with the housing problem. Yurts or tents
could be put up."
"I'm available to join the scout/survey teams."
[331]
"Shaka ..." Loranna looks at the Argonian with a difficult to read
expression. "Your beautiful pond and garden ..." she says, slightly
wistfully.
[332]
[333] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 08:45 PM)
[334] "Yes, I agree
with you. We may be able to use the stones in the construction of the walls,
and the logs and wood that are still good enough to build with can be poles for
tents or even small shacks. It may not be the most pleasant place to stay, but
it is better than being outside. Besides, tent cloth is easier to bring in
quickly through a mages guild perhaps than blocks of stone. And shipments of
stone might take a while to get here. I'm willing to do whatever is in my power
to help. I think I can organize this."
"Speaking of shipments. I was wondering. I gathered fro mthe stories the
soldiers tell, that your navy was sunk as it exited the bay. You also seem to
have captured a few of these sea-based crabs, right? Could we perhaps use them
to drag our sunken ships to form some sort of a sea barrier in the more shallow
waters of the bay? As an underwater barrier? We can leave a certain space open
and mark if for friendly ships to pass through, but it would hamper enemy
forces to approach Ald Raathim on a broad front to unload their troops
quickly..."
[336]
"We do still have a number of talented shipwrights," Kethiah pointed
out. "Maybe some of the ships could be salvageable. At least better than
starting from scratch. But you have a good point about defending the harbor,
and making it harder for them to attack us, while still letting merchant ships
in ... "
[337]
Isidor wandered over to the group, kissed Kethiah, and then said, "I'm up for helping in anyway I can, though I'd like to maybe get more into the diplomatic side of things; the meeting in Mournhold was very interesting, those months ago ... " [338]
[339] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 08:58 PM)
[340] "Shaka ..." Loranna looks at the Argonian with a difficult to read expression. "Your beautiful pond and garden ..." she says, slightly wistfully.
[342]
Shaka nodded. That's Loranna, he thought, thinking of others automatically.
"I can reconstruct the grounds someday, when the war's over. But people
are irreplaceable. Thank you, though, Your Grace."[343]
[344] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 12 2006, 09:01 PM)
[345] Isidor wandered over to the group, kissed Kethiah, and then said, "I'm up for helping in anyway I can, though I'd like to maybe get more into the diplomatic side of things; the meeting in Mournhold was very interesting, those months ago ... "
[347]
"Do you, did you?" Kethiah said, looking at Isidor. "I guess I
didn't realize ... Well, we do need our allies more now than ever ... Perhaps,
it would be good for you and maybe some other to go to Mournhold now. We can
see for ourselves what the situation is before the envoy arrives, and know what
to expect from the King. And what he expects from us."
[348]
[349] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 09:08 PM)
[350] "Do you, did you?" Kethiah said, looking at Isidor. "I guess I didn't realize ... Well, we do need our allies more now than ever ... Perhaps, it would be good for you and maybe some other to go to Mournhold now. We can see for ourselves what the situation is before the envoy arrives, and know what to expect from the King. And what he expects from us."
[352]
"It would be good to check in with Mournhold," Loranna agrees,
keeping her first thought about Isidor volunteering for a diplomatic mission to
herself. "An that reminds me, there are other things from before the
battle that still need resolving as well."
"I need to go speak to a few people to pass on what we've discussed; does
anyone have anything else to say before I head off?" Loranna asks.[353]
[354] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 08:08 PM)
[355] "Do you, did you?" Kethiah said, looking at Isidor. "I guess I didn't realize ... Well, we do need our allies more now than ever ... Perhaps, it would be good for you and maybe some other to go to Mournhold now. We can see for ourselves what the situation is before the envoy arrives, and know what to expect from the King. And what he expects from us."
[357]
"That would be interesting, especially to see Mournhold and how it's
holding up ..." Isidor nodded. "Well, if anyone wants to go to
Morunhold, you'll know where to find me." He said, with a smile. [358]
[359] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 08:17 PM)
[360] "It would
be good to check in with Mournhold," Loranna agrees, keeping her first
thought about Isidor volunteering for a diplomatic mission to herself.
"An that reminds me, there are other things from before the battle that
still need resolving as well."
"I need to go speak to a few people to pass on what we've discussed; does
anyone have anything else to say before I head off?" Loranna asks.
[362]
"I think I'll gladly stay with the task of creating more housing for the
people here and setting up shelters than entering the muddy grounds of
diplomacy. I'm better with diplomacy that has two edges and a hilt.",
Gistral commented. "If you need me, I'm out in the city to get these
things started. If you get to those sunken ships, will you bring back the
sailcloth that you don't need, for making tents?"
Gistral nodded to those present and waved to two of his Redguard companions.
"Fredreg, Dilath, care to give me a hand here?"
With the two men in tow, Gistral left the tavern. [363]
[364] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 12 2006, 09:20 PM)
[365] "That would be interesting, especially to see Mournhold and how it's holding up ..." Isidor nodded. "Well, if anyone wants to go to Morunhold, you'll know where to find me." He said, with a smile.
[367]
"Yes," Kethiah replied, still looking concerned. "Just remember
the first rule of statecraft: don't make any promises."
[368]
[369] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 08:38 PM)
[370] "Yes," Kethiah replied, still looking concerned. "Just remember the first rule of statecraft: don't make any promises."
[372]
"And, the second rule," Isidor said, with what he hoped was a
reassuring smile, "Don't shoot off your big mouth too much. If I do go,
it'll be fine. I'm in no position to make promises, anyway." [373]
[374] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 12 2006, 07:40 PM)
[375] "And, the second rule," Isidor said, with what he hoped was a reassuring smile, "Don't shoot off your big mouth too much. If I do go, it'll be fine. I'm in no position to make promises, anyway."
[377]
Reeds went over to Isidor, "Would you mind if I went with? I spent a long
time in Mournhold and I would like to see how it has fared." [378]
[379] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 12 2006, 09:12 PM)
[380] Reeds went over to Isidor, "Would you mind if I went with? I spent a long time in Mournhold and I would like to see how it has fared."
[382]
"It's not up to me, mate. That decision goes to the duchess." Isidor
replied, with a laugh. [383]
.. [384]
[385] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 12 2006, 10:19 PM)
[386] "It's not up to me, mate. That decision goes to the duchess." Isidor replied, with a laugh.
[388]
"You know Loranna will let you do what you will, if you feel up to
it," Kethiah replied. "But diplomacy is a delicate task, as you know.
It's easier to help rebuild the defenses than to chat with the King about him
aiding us, but both are necessary ..."
[389]
[390] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 08:31 PM)
[391] "You know Loranna will let you do what you will, if you feel up to it," Kethiah replied. "But diplomacy is a delicate task, as you know. It's easier to help rebuild the defenses than to chat with the King about him aiding us, but both are necessary ..."
[393]
"Chat with the king?" Reeds asked, turning to Kethiah, "I'm
handy wnough with my tounge for most things well enough, but as for that...
Perhaps they need someone to carry their bags?" [394]
[395] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 12 2006, 10:42 PM)
[396] "Chat with the king?" Reeds asked, turning to Kethiah, "I'm handy wnough with my tounge for most things well enough, but as for that... Perhaps they need someone to carry their bags?"
[398]
Kethiah laughed. "Well, that's what Isidor is going there to do. It's not
tourism."[399]
[400] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 08:45 PM)
[401] Kethiah laughed. "Well, that's what Isidor is going there to do. It's not tourism."
[403]
"Tourism?" Reeds said, "I spent nine years of my life there,
I've already seen it. However," He continued, "If you need a...
speaker," Reeds chocked a bit on that last word, "I could certainly
try." [404]
[405] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 12 2006, 10:50 PM)
[406] "Tourism?" Reeds said, "I spent nine years of my life there, I've already seen it. However," He continued, "If you need a... speaker," Reeds chocked a bit on that last word, "I could certainly try."
[408]
"I didn't mean any offense by that," Kethiah smiled. "I just
wanted to make sure, since you weren't here at the beginning of the discussion,
that Isidor is volunteering for a very delicate assignment, not a simple scouting
expedition. I'm sure you'd be a great asset to him, but I wanted you to know
what you're getting involved in."
[409]
[410] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 12 2006, 09:02 PM)
[411] "I didn't mean any offense by that," Kethiah smiled. "I just wanted to make sure, since you weren't here at the beginning of the discussion, that Isidor is volunteering for a very delicate assignment, not a simple scouting expedition. I'm sure you'd be a great asset to him, but I wanted you to know what you're getting involved in."
[413]
"No offense was taken, Kethiah," Reeds replied, "Delicate I can
do. Besides, I'm used to not knowing what I'm getting involved in. I certainly
didn't expect to be fighting in a seige when I came back with you from Mournhold,
nor was I expecting to become a merchant again either. But that descision
seemed to turn out alright, why should it not be doubly so when I know what I'm
getting into full well?" [414]
[415] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 12 2006, 11:06 PM)
[416] "No offense was taken, Kethiah," Reeds replied, "Delicate I can do. Besides, I'm used to not knowing what I'm getting involved in. I certainly didn't expect to be fighting in a seige when I came back with you from Mournhold, nor was I expecting to become a merchant again either. But that descision seemed to turn out alright, why should it not be doubly so when I know what I'm getting into full well?"
[418]
Kethiah chuckled. "I do enjoy talking to you, Reeds. I like to plan things
out meticulously myself, but still, pretty much everything that happened in the
last year and a half took me by surprise in a good way ... So I have to respect
your philosophy."
(OOC -- Be back in a couplea minutes) [419]
[420] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 11 2006, 11:24 PM)
[421]
"Come here, 'ye people, gather round the fire,
For there's a story to tell,
Open your ears and listen well,
For it tells both, of deeds glorious and dire.
There is a city in the East, Ald Raathim it's name,
With mighty a castle and a strong city wall,
And a Duchess that maintained peace in her hall,
And so it prospered with freedom and grew to fame.
But where there's sunshine, dark clouds often fall,
And with dispute among the Houses great,
They broke apart, to let war decide fate,
And soon, it was heard, weapon's so bloody call.
Filled with envy, anger, hatred and greed,
House Redoran looked at the prosperous city,
And sent out their armies, merciless, without pity!
Never was fair Ald Raathim in this kind of need!
Blessed by its false Triunes, with great might and power,
Mechanical beasts shook the walls and the earth,
Spared neither man, nor woman, nor home, nor hearth.
And flying insects dropped down a fiery, gruesome shower.
The metal beasts, some tall as a house,
With claws and stomping tore down the walls,
And Fabricant swarms didn't heed mercy calls,
Tore through all who did not swear Redoran vows.
But the city's heroes gathered and great was their might,
Fought hard for their city, much effort was made,
Tried capturing machines by traps well laid,
And for the first time this day there was a glimpse of light.
And 'lo and see, indeed they succeeded,
And were able to claim a metal beast,
Now the enemy was prey to his own devices' feast,
But still, strong arms, magic and wit were needed.
For the enemy came, this time from the sea,
Ald Raathim's navy sailed out, manned with soldiers elite,
But, see! It's a trap! Submersed machines sunk the fleet,
And the waves drowned many a sailor's plea.
The seaborn metal crabs, they landed on the shore,
To make way for a second army, from the ocean it loomed,
If they would make it to the castle, the city would be doomed,
And oh, without mercy through the defenses they tore.
Again many heroes, who had captured machines,
Met the evil force, with cunning and weapons of war,
Magick was cast, even a falling star,
Much blood and gore stained their weapon's former gleams.
But with this last conjoined effort, this display of might,
They met the onslaught, initiative they took!
Broke through the assault, succeeded, and look!
Seeing their forces sundered, House Redoran fled in fright!"
"The battle was won! But not without cost,
Many a brave man and caring woman was lost,
Ald Raathim was ravaged, it's glory was stained,
But see, it's will to go on, it remained!
So, Ald Raathim, hear the call of this song!
You suffered so much that was bad and was wrong,
You never lost heart and the will to survive,
Hold on to your freedom and again you will thrive.
Rebuild what was smitten, renew the old,
Live up to your fame, that many stories have told!
Take heart! Take heart, you people so proud!
Defy what is evil and shout it out loud!
Ald Raathim, Ald Raathim, once again you will shine,
In the light of the sun, both glorious and sublime!"
[423]
Stunned...No, the exact term would be flabbergasted. P'Rassha didn't believe
his ears, no matter how keen they were. It was simply an amazing piece of art.
P'Rassha metaphorically felt on the ground, a unconditional victory made by
Dana there. He simply didn't know what to do, what to answer, and stayed silent
for a lot longer than any other moment in his life.
So much that he didn't notice Gram coming in, or even Loranna's conversation
with Koethiah. After a while though, all of sudden, as if reality came back
into P'Rassha head like a smith's hammer on an anvil, the gigantic Khajiit
realized what was going on around him.
"Friend Gram? said P'Rassha to the tall Nord man. P'Rassha can't believe
you are here. There let P'Rassha give you a hug."
And without warning, with some kind of violent friendship, P'Rassha grabbed
Loranna's father and lifted him from the ground with a mighty bear (or maybe
more accuratly jaguar) hug. [424]
[425] QUOTE(dentris @ Jan 12 2006, 11:34 PM)
[426] Stunned...No, the
exact term would be flabbergasted. P'Rassha didn't believe his ears, no matter
how keen they were. It was simply an amazing piece of art.
P'Rassha metaphorically felt on the ground, a unconditional victory made by
Dana there. He simply didn't know what to do, what to answer, and stayed silent
for a lot longer than any other moment in his life.
So much that he didn't notice Gram coming in, or even Loranna's conversation
with Koethiah. After a while though, all of sudden, as if reality came back
into P'Rassha head like a smith's hammer on an anvil, the gigantic Khajiit
realized what was going on around him.
"Friend Gram? said P'Rassha to the tall Nord man. P'Rassha can't believe
you are here. There let P'Rassha give you a hug."
And without warning, with some kind of violent friendship, P'Rassha grabbed
Loranna's father and lifted him from the ground with a mighty bear (or maybe
more accuratly jaguar) hug.
[428]
Gram spills his drink as his ribcage gets squeezed, and he thanks Kyne that he
only knows so many Cathay-Raht. "P'Rassha! Now I know I missed a good
fight!" he manages to say. "Here lad, set me down so I can get you a
drink - it seems you've found yourself quite a catch with that red-haired
lass."[429]
[430] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 10:40 PM)
[431] Gram spills his drink as his ribcage gets squeezed, and he thanks Kyne that he only knows so many Cathay-Raht. "P'Rassha! Now I know I missed a good fight!" he manages to say. "Here lad, set me down so I can get you a drink - it seems you've found yourself quite a catch with that red-haired lass."
[433]
P'Rassha sat down on Gram's side and took the dring he gave him. He managed to
put some liquid in his mouth but it came right out after Gram's last word.
"What? No...No...Yes? I mean P'Rassha hates her. Yes...No? Or maybe...But
P'Rassha isn't here to speak about P'Rassha. P'Rassha wants to hear about his
friend before P'Rassha can make him eat dirt." [434]
Ald Raathim Castle
Darkness swirled around him, forming and deforming, wafting, engulfing him,
caressing him with cold fingers. There was a pulse in that darkness, distant,
like a drum on which a steady, monotonous rythm was played.
Then...
A streak of bright white light hit him, suddenly, broke through the darkness,
blinding, hurting, burning. The drum picked up pace. Beating steadily, but ever
swifter. He could almost feeal the beats.
More streaks of light appeared, and every one of them hurt Nalion. The beat of
the drum changed into a throbbing pain moving from his ears down to his arms.
His arms... he could feel them now. What if...?
Nalion tried to move his index finger, and the pain increased slightly. There
was relief. If there was pain, then he was alive.
What about the light?
Slowly, painfully slowly, Nalion forces his eyes to open.
[435]
[436] QUOTE(dentris @ Jan 12 2006, 11:43 PM)
[437] P'Rassha sat down on
Gram's side and took the dring he gave him. He managed to put some liquid in
his mouth but it came right out after Gram's last word.
"What? No...No...Yes? I mean P'Rassha hates her. Yes...No? Or maybe...But
P'Rassha isn't here to speak about P'Rassha. P'Rassha wants to hear about
his friend before P'Rassha can make him eat dirt."
[439]
"Good to see you still remember our wager," Gram smirks. "I
don't know how we keep managing to miss that. We'll have to talk my daughter
into letting us have our match in her arena - it should help boost peoples'
spirits some."
"And trust me P'Rassha - Redguard women are something special, second only
to Nordic women," Gram winks. "Trust me, I know ... anyway, there are
many tales to tell of the recent battles down south. Until the Indoril suddenly
decided to grow a pair in a day, we were making a bit of progress against them
..."[440]
[441] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 11:45 PM)
[442] Ald Raathim Castle
Darkness swirled around him, forming and deforming, wafting, engulfing him,
caressing him with cold fingers. There was a pulse in that darkness, distant,
like a drum on which a steady, monotonous rythm was played.
Then...
A streak of bright white light hit him, suddenly, broke through the darkness,
blinding, hurting, burning. The drum picked up pace. Beating steadily, but ever
swifter. He could almost feeal the beats.
More streaks of light appeared, and every one of them hurt Nalion. The beat of
the drum changed into a throbbing pain moving from his ears down to his arms.
His arms... he could feel them now. What if...?
Nalion tried to move his index finger, and the pain increased slightly. There
was relief. If there was pain, then he was alive.
What about the light?
Slowly, painfully slowly, Nalion forces his eyes to open.
[444]
Nalion finds himself staring upon a lovely face lit by starlight, surrounded by
a golden halo, staring at him and weeping for joy ...
"You're awake, at last," Loranna's voice says, gradually growing
stronger in Nalion's ears as the Duchess touches Nalion's arm with healing
warmth. "I was getting worried ... welcome back, Wisdom; your pressence
has been sorely missed."[445]
Anya walked through
Ald Raathim, still shaken with her own hunger. Of course it was daylight now,
and her skin was on fire again, thankfully the bracers and armor kept it down
to a searing annoyance. It did provide a distraction for her though.
Anya made her way through the damage, people mulling about her. It wasn't until
a familar face caught her eye that she paused. She smiled, holding out her
arms, "Gistral? I had heard you arrived with some comrades, but I didn't
get to see you. You look well." [446]
[447] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 10:53 PM)
[448] Nalion finds himself
staring upon a lovely face lit by starlight, surrounded by a golden halo,
staring at him and weeping for joy ...
"You're awake, at last," Loranna's voice says, gradually growing
stronger in Nalion's ears as the Duchess touches Nalion's arm with healing
warmth. "I was getting worried ... welcome back, Wisdom; your
pressence has been sorely missed."
[450]
Nalion's palms and lower arm were marked with red burn marks, and even
Loranna's healing arts only slightly helped to reduce the burns. It would take
a while until these marks would vanish completely. However, her spell took away
some of the pain.
Nalion blinked fighting against the dizzy feeling in his head, trying to
remember what happened.
"Wisdom?", he whispered weakly. Then, he began to remember.
"Starlight..."
"Ald Raathim... is it... safe?" [451]
[452] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 11:59 PM)
[453] Nalion's palms and
lower arm were marked with red burn marks, and even Loranna's healing arts only
slightly helped to reduce the burns. It would take a while until these marks
would vanish completely. However, her spell took away some of the pain.
Nalion blinked fighting against the dizzy feeling in his head, trying to
remember what happened.
"Wisdom?", he whispered weakly. Then, he began to remember.
"Starlight..."
"Ald Raathim... is it... safe?"
[455]
"For now, thanks in part to you," Loranna says to Nalion, lightly
running her hands over his lower arms. She could feel the resistance to her
healing touch and accepted it, offering through her magicka what strength she
could to Nalion, that he could endure his wounds. Time would have to do what
her magic could not.
"You've been out for a couple of days; we are slowly rebuilding," she
assures Nalion. "All Morrowind is picking itself up an seeing where the
pieces fell."[456]
[457] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 10:57 PM)
[458] Anya walked through
Ald Raathim, still shaken with her own hunger. Of course it was daylight now,
and her skin was on fire again, thankfully the bracers and armor kept it down
to a searing annoyance. It did provide a distraction for her though.
Anya made her way through the damage, people mulling about her. It wasn't until
a familar face caught her eye that she paused. She smiled, holding out her
arms, "Gistral? I had heard you arrived with some comrades, but I didn't
get to see you. You look well."
[460]
Gistral and a few of his companions were busy pulling up poles for tents and
covering them with whatever cloth they could find. They were provisional, but
at least, they provided some shelter.
Hearing the familiar voice of Anya, Gistral turned, dusted off his clothes,
then took her arms and embraced her.
"Anya! It's been a while! Good to see you!", he said with a friendly
smile. "You look well, too." [461]
[462] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 11:03 PM)
[463] "For now, thanks
in part to you," Loranna says to Nalion, lightly running her hands over
his lower arms. She could feel the resistance to her healing touch and
accepted it, offering through her magicka what strength she could to Nalion,
that he could endure his wounds. Time would have to do what her magic
could not.
"You've been out for a couple of days; we are slowly rebuilding," she
assures Nalion. "All Morrowind is picking itself up an seeing where
the pieces fell."
[465]
Nalion nodded slowly and smiled weakly at Loranna, but grateful for her healing
efforts. He had never felt so physically weak before. The mage tried to pull
himself up a bit, but flinched at the pain he felt when he exerted pressure on
his palms. Moving his shoulders, he finally managed to find a more comfortable
position.
"Good, good.", he muttered, slowly remembering what had happened
before he passed out. "I... I probably was foolish... But at least, Ald
Raathim is safe." [466]
[467] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 10:03 PM)
[468] Gistral and a few of
his companions were busy pulling up poles for tents and covering them with
whatever cloth they could find. They were provisional, but at least, they provided
some shelter.
Hearing the familiar voice of Anya, Gistral turned, dusted off his clothes,
then took her arms and embraced her.
"Anya! It's been a while! Good to see you!", he said with a friendly
smile. "You look well, too."
[470]
"You should have been quicker, friend. You missed some sort of
battle." Anya grinned, "I haven't seen you since, since, well it's
been a long time. So what brings you and your cadre to these parts?" [471]
[472] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 12:09 AM)
[473] Nalion nodded slowly
and smiled weakly at Loranna, but grateful for her healing efforts. He had
never felt so physically weak before. The mage tried to pull himself up a bit,
but flinched at the pain he felt when he exerted pressure on his palms. Moving
his shoulders, he finally managed to find a more comfortable position.
"Good, good.", he muttered, slowly remembering what had happened
before he passed out. "I... I probably was foolish... But at least, Ald
Raathim is safe."
[475]
"Wisdom and contradiction," Loranna smiles, looking at
Nalion's hands. "I think we should talk to Slyvos about enchanting some
gloves with a healing balm for you, dear; either that, or else teach you the
fine art of tending to one's own bandages."
"Oh; Gistral recieved your letter," she continues. "Even now he
helps with setting up temporary shelters for people. Ald Raathim is looking
like a curious mix of itself from the Blue Dawn, the Twilight that never
happened, and the city we all know and love. Really, you should write to him
more often, love."
Loranna couldn't quite eliminate the grin on her face; she counted herself
lucky to have been on hand when Nalion finally recovered ...[476]
[477] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 11:10 PM)
[478] "You should have been quicker, friend. You missed some sort of battle." Anya grinned, "I haven't seen you since, since, well it's been a long time. So what brings you and your cadre to these parts?"
[480]
Gistral laughed weakly and Anya could see that he still couldn't really forgive
himself for coming late.
"I wish I could have helped in the battle. Nalion sent me a letter a few
days ago. He told me to come to Ald Raathim. I never knew he knew Ald Raathim.
We haven't seen each other in years! And he never once wrote or left hints of
where to send letters. And then, there suddenly is a letter crying for
help."
Gistral grinned, despite his words. Obviously, he and Nalion were friends.
"Well, after that letter, I gathered a few friends and rushed to Ald
Raathim. I didn't know what to expect but I feared the worst. And my fears did
not prove me wrong. Helping to save the people here and lend my hand to
rebuilding some of that which was destroyed seemed the appropriate things to
do. After all, Loranna saved my life back on Cybiades. I owe her, too."
He bowed over to her and sniffed at her. "What's that smell? Smells burnt.
No wonder, considering what happened." [481]
[482] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 10:18 PM)
[483] Gistral laughed weakly
and Anya could see that he still couldn't really forgive himself for coming
late.
"I wish I could have helped in the battle. Nalion sent me a letter a few
days ago. He told me to come to Ald Raathim. I never knew he knew Ald Raathim.
We haven't seen each other in years! And he never once wrote or left hints of
where to send letters. And then, there suddenly is a letter crying for
help."
Gistral grinned, despite his words. Obviously, he and Nalion were friends.
"Well, after that letter, I gathered a few friends and rushed to Ald
Raathim. I didn't know what to expect but I feared the worst. And my fears did
not prove me wrong. Helping to save the people here and lend my hand to
rebuilding some of that which was destroyed seemed the appropriate things to
do. After all, Loranna saved my life back on Cybiades. I owe her, too."
He bowed over to her and sniffed at her. "What's that smell? Smells burnt.
No wonder, considering what happened."
[485]
Anya shook her head, "There was nothing you could have done. You came as
soon as you could, and bringing your friends is more important than you dashing
off alone. Right now we need every person we can get."
Anya leaned back, when Gistral sniffed, looking taken back, "Ah... I
didn't know you and Nalion were friends. He's a good man. So, where do your
friends' talents lie? They look like a capable crew." [486]
[487] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 11:15 PM)
[488] "Wisdom and
contradiction," Loranna smiles, looking at Nalion's hands. "I
think we should talk to Slyvos about enchanting some gloves with a healing balm
for you, dear; either that, or else teach you the fine art of tending to one's
own bandages."
"Oh; Gistral recieved your letter," she continues. "Even
now he helps with setting up temporary shelters for people. Ald Raathim
is looking like a curious mix of itself from the Blue Dawn, the Twilight that
never happened, and the city we all know and love. Really, you should
write to him more often, love."
Loranna couldn't quite eliminate the grin on her face; she counted herself
lucky to have been on hand when Nalion finally recovered ...
[490]
"Gistral? He's here? The letter arrived? Very good. I hoped he would come,
though it seems he was too late for the battle. This will surely nag on him for
a while." The mage grinned weakly, then coughed.
"It's good that he can help in rebuilding at least. Gives him something to
do. He can grow restless at times. That's when he goes away to wander the
Alik'r."
Nalion's voice grew slowly stronger.
"I still have some small healing skills myself... Just look.", Nalion
answered with a smile. He lifted his hand, careful not to bring his palms in
touch with anything, spoke a few words of an incantation.
Where there would normally gleam blue light, nothing happened.
"Uh..", the mage said.
Again, he spoke the words of an incantation, this time pointing at the wound.
Again, nothing happened... [491]
[492] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 12:27 AM)
[493] "Gistral? He's
here? The letter arrived? Very good. I hoped he would come, though it seems he
was too late for the battle. This will surely nag on him for a while." The
mage grinned weakly, then coughed.
"It's good that he can help in rebuilding at least. Gives him something to
do. He can grow restless at times. That's when he goes away to wander the
Alik'r."
Nalion's voice grew slowly stronger.
"I still have some small healing skills myself... Just look.", Nalion
answered with a smile. He lifted his hand, careful not to bring his palms in
touch with anything, spoke a few words of an incantation.
Where there would normally gleam blue light, nothing happened.
"Uh..", the mage said.
Again, he spoke the words of an incantation, this time pointing at the wound.
Again, nothing happened...
[495]
Loranna frowns. "Hang on," she says, resting her hands on Nalion's
shoulders and chanting softly.
Nalion was born under the sign of the Atronach, which presented Loranna with no
end of frustration. When things were calm and she could take her time, she
could usually get her magic to work on Nalion if only through sheer repitition
- in the battlefield was another story, but right now, Loranna was trying to
let Nalion's birthright absorb some of her magicka.
" ... Is this helping?" she asks, looking at Nalion with a concerned
expression ...[496]
[497] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 11:26 PM)
[498] Anya shook her head,
"There was nothing you could have done. You came as soon as you could, and
bringing your friends is more important than you dashing off alone. Right now
we need every person we can get."
Anya leaned back, when Gistral sniffed, looking taken back, "Ah... I
didn't know you and Nalion were friends. He's a good man. So, where do your
friends' talents lie? They look like a capable crew."
[500]
"Yes, I think these lads are useful. I crossed the Alik'r with most of
them, the others are close friends from Lainlyn. They are a reliable
bunch.", Gistral answered.
A shout came from one of the Redguards who just had pulled up another tent
pole.
"You'd be useful, too, Gistral, if you could resist the urge to flirt with
every cute girl that crossed your path!"
"Aww, shut up! Make a pause if you can't stand seeing me talking to a good
friend. Get some bread and water. This task here will take a while. We
shouldn't exhaust ourselves.", Gistral shouted back.
"Be careful that you don't exhaust yourself with her,
Gistral!", came the answer, followed by a laugh.
"Really, now, I'm really wondering why I brought them with me...",
Gistral said to Anya, grinning. [501]
[502] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 11:34 PM)
[503] Loranna frowns.
"Hang on," she says, resting her hands on Nalion's shoulders and
chanting softly.
Nalion was born under the sign of the Atronach, which presented Loranna with no
end of frustration. When things were calm and she could take her time,
she could usually get her magic to work on Nalion if only through sheer
repitition - in the battlefield was another story, but right now, Loranna was
trying to let Nalion's birthright absorb some of her magicka.
" ... Is this helping?" she asks, looking at Nalion with a concerned
expression ...
[505]
Loranna's spells seem to get absorbed by the Atronarch sign, though some still
pass through and engulf Nalion's palms with soothing blue light. The mage
nodded gratefully, then tried again, this time, choosing the lightest healing
spell he knew. He felt some sort of magic flowing, but he could not cast the
spell properly.
"I... I guess it hit me harder than I thought...", Nalion muttered.
"I felt something when casting, but it was not enough..." [506]
[507] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 12:43 AM)
[508] Loranna's spells seem
to get absorbed by the Atronarch sign, though some still pass through and
engulf Nalion's palms with soothing blue light. The mage nodded gratefully,
then tried again, this time, choosing the lightest healing spell he knew. He
felt some sort of magic flowing, but he could not cast the spell properly.
"I... I guess it hit me harder than I thought...", Nalion muttered.
"I felt something when casting, but it was not enough..."
[510]
"I guess so," Loranna says, imaginging for a moment what she'd feel
like to find herself unable to work even simple magics; she forces herself not
to look at Nalion with a pitying expression. "Hopefully, it will heal
along with your hands," she says, twisting her lips into an optimistic
smile. "Also hopefully, you'll never need to do that ever again."
She touches the tearstreaks under her eyes an gets a thoughtful look for a
moment, then shakes her head. " ... You must be hungry; you've been out
for a couple of days. Let's get you something to eat, get you up and moving
again. Your consuel is always helpful ..."[511]
[512] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 10:35 PM)
[513] "Yes, I think
these lads are useful. I crossed the Alik'r with most of them, the others are
close friends from Lainlyn. They are a reliable bunch.", Gistral answered.
A shout came from one of the Redguards who just had pulled up another tent
pole.
"You'd be useful, too, Gistral, if you could resist the urge to flirt with
every cute girl that crossed your path!"
"Aww, shut up! Make a pause if you can't stand seeing me talking to a good
friend. Get some bread and water. This task here will take a while. We
shouldn't exhaust ourselves.", Gistral shouted back.
"Be careful that you don't exhaust yourself with her,
Gistral!", came the answer, followed by a laugh.
"Really, now, I'm really wondering why I brought them with me...",
Gistral said to Anya, grinning.
[515]
Anya giggled and winked at him, "And here I thought you weren't the type
to flirt. Don't worry, I don't play rough."
"It's good to see you though. How long do you plan to stay here, this
time? Or do you not know yet? Well, we'll have to find each other sometime,
show each other how for we've come in a friendly spar, since the last time we
saw each other." [516]
After the drinking
Kiseena and Gram had done, the night went on until the khajiit finally fell
asleep. She sat there, curled up with her head in her arms, sleeping
peacefully, for a awhile.
She found herself dreaming. She was in that circle of Redoran soldiers with
Shaka and Anya, though none of the battle seemed to know she was there. Nobody
attacked Kiseena, which was a good thing, for she felt like she was moving at
half speed. Kiseena looked from Shaka to Anya, just as Anya caught that sword
in the middle again.
But this time, things were different. In her dream, Anya didn't shrug off the
blow, but instead she fell to her knees, and was then to the ground. Hurrying
over as fast as her dream-self was able, Kiseena started to push bodies away
from where Anya had fallen, but no matter how many she pushed, she couldn't seem
to uncover Anya's body.
"No!!" Kiseena cried suddenly, sitting up in the booth. She was
panting, and the sound of her heartbeat filled her ears. She looks around
worriedly, rubbing some of the drool-coated fur away from her chin, feeling
thoroughly embarassed. [517]
[518] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 12 2006, 11:48 PM)
[519] "I guess
so," Loranna says, imaginging for a moment what she'd feel like to find
herself unable to work even simple magics; she forces herself not to look at
Nalion with a pitying expression. "Hopefully, it will heal along
with your hands," she says, twisting her lips into an optimistic
smile. "Also hopefully, you'll never need to do that ever
again."
She touches the tearstreaks under her eyes an gets a thoughtful look for a
moment, then shakes her head. " ... You must be hungry; you've been
out for a couple of days. Let's get you something to eat, get you up and
moving again. Your consuel is always helpful ..."
[521]
Nalion
Nalion nodded.
"Yes.. yes, I do hope it will come back in time.", Nalion said
thoughtfully. "Seeing the effects on myself, I do not want to do this
again, though..." He slowly leaned forward and mover close to Loranna's
ear.
After he had whispered a few words, the mage tried to sit up, which succeeded
on the second try. "Indeed, I am hungry. I'll try to help as much as I
can, many things are in movement. The war, the Triunes, Goranthir,
Mannimarco..."[522]
QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 12 2006, 11:48 PM)
[523] Anya giggled and
winked at him, "And here I thought you weren't the type to flirt. Don't
worry, I don't play rough."
"It's good to see you though. How long do you plan to stay here, this
time? Or do you not know yet? Well, we'll have to find each other sometime,
show each other how for we've come in a friendly spar, since the last time we
saw each other."
[525]
Gistral
"They enjoy teasing me about it.", Gistral grinned. "I'm not the
most settled man, I like going out into the desert whenever I want. That
usually makes girls reconsider making more... permanent relationships..."
"I think we will stay as long as needed. Actually, it's not very nice out
there, the way here was troublesome. The war...", the Redguard explained.
"I was thinking. I'm a bit occupied with this rebuilding here, but some of
my companions will surely get bored with pulling up tents. I told Kethiah that
they are decent scouts when she proposed reconnaissance missions. I also know
you are good at spying on people... so, I figured, why not offer a few men to
assist you? You shouldn't have much problems charming them. For a smile of a
girl, they're faster to go somewhere than all my shouts could make them
do." [526]
[527] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 01:03 AM)
[528] Nalion
Nalion nodded.
"Yes.. yes, I do hope it will come back in time.", Nalion said
thoughtfully. "Seeing the effects on myself, I do not want to do this
again, though..." He slowly leaned forward and mover close to Loranna's
ear.
After he had whispered a few words, the mage tried to sit up, which succeeded
on the second try. "Indeed, I am hungry. I'll try to help as much as I
can, many things are in movement. The war, the Triunes, Goranthir,
Mannimarco..."
[530]
Loranna whispers something back, and helps Nalion up. "Many things are,
yes; Ald Raathim shall either sink beneath the weight of history or else rise
as has few other cities in the next few months. But for right now, let's worry
about getting you some food and bringing you up to speed."
Knowing the way her day had been going, she would likely deal with three other
issues before Nalion finished his wine. [531]
[532] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 12 2006, 11:03 PM)
[533] "They enjoy
teasing me about it.", Gistral grinned. "I'm not the most settled
man, I like going out into the desert whenever I want. That usually makes girls
reconsider making more... permanent relationships..."
"I think we will stay as long as needed. Actually, it's not very nice out
there, the way here was troublesome. The war...", the Redguard explained.
"I was thinking. I'm a bit occupied with this rebuilding here, but some of
my companions will surely get bored with pulling up tents. I told Kethiah that
they are decent scouts when she proposed reconnaissance missions. I also know
you are good at spying on people... so, I figured, why not offer a few men to
assist you? You shouldn't have much problems charming them. For a smile of a
girl, they're faster to go somewhere than all my shouts could make them
do."
[535]
Anya fidgeted a bit, "I don't mind using a smile to get what I want. I'm
not one to do well with a command, though. But, if you think I'm fine for it, I
suppose. Heh, what could go wrong?" Anya smiled disarmingly,
"Seriously, I woundn't mind too much. I'm anxious to get out and see what
can be done against those damnable Redorans. Your friends would be excellent
for the jobs we need."
"I'm glad you could make it, Gistral. Any help you can bring is most
welcome." [536]
[537] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jan 13 2006, 12:14 AM)
[538] Anya fidgeted a bit,
"I don't mind using a smile to get what I want. I'm not one to do well
with a command, though. But, if you think I'm fine for it, I suppose. Heh, what
could go wrong?" Anya smiled disarmingly, "Seriously, I woundn't mind
too much. I'm anxious to get out and see what can be done against those
damnable Redorans. Your friends would be excellent for the jobs we need."
"I'm glad you could make it, Gistral. Any help you can bring is most
welcome."
[540]
"I am glad, too, though it still bugs me that I've been late...",
Gistral answered. "I'll let my companions know that they should listen to
you. Don't take everything they say serious, though. But... I think you'll find
that they are a likeable bunch. Now, I'd better get back to work. I'd like to
see this ruined house here gone and the stones sent to reinforce the outer
walls. There's a lot to do, and so few time. Take care of yourself!"
The Redguard patted Anya's shoulder, smiled, then grabbed a pick-axe and began
tearing down a chest-high remnant of what was once a merchant's store. [541]
[542] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 01:19 AM)
[543] "I am glad, too,
though it still bugs me that I've been late...", Gistral answered.
"I'll let my companions know that they should listen to you. Don't take
everything they say serious, though. But... I think you'll find that they are a
likeable bunch. Now, I'd better get back to work. I'd like to see this ruined
house here gone and the stones sent to reinforce the outer walls. There's a lot
to do, and so few time. Take care of yourself!"
The Redguard patted Anya's shoulder, smiled, then grabbed a pick-axe and began
tearing down a chest-high remnant of what was once a merchant's store.
[545]
Kethiah led a Nord merchant to Gistral.
"Horig Boarkiller," she said, smiling, looking at both of them with
her red and violet colored eyes. "This is Gistral. Horig was worried after
he heard about the sinking of our fleet that we would have no use for the
tarpelin material he was bringing to our shipwrights for them to make into
sails. You know the stuff: very resilent, waterproof ... I told him if he and
his sailors would help in tent construction, we'd buy the lot."
The Nord shook Gistral's hand warmly. "Thank Kyne we can help each other
out."
[546]
On the Tallest tower
of the city citidal, a lookout cryed, a flag was raised, and the citidal went
into chaos. The honour guard were summoned, the Commander was woken, the chefs
went to work to prepare a meal, for the Governor of Kragenmoor, Councillor
Indoril Faryon was returning. The entire city in itself was abuzz with rumour,
and all were waiting to hear the impressive story of the Capture of Tel Sigrid.
The Parrapton, Fluffy landed, as Faryon handed its riegns to the Parrapton
handler, as Faryon swept through the castle to meet his commander
'How is everything going?' he stated plainly
'Everything is going fine. Although troops that were needed for the push north
have not been returned, everything has been fine. Our troops have secured the
Narsis Road completly from Rebel slave raids. A series of stronghouses is being
built at great expence'
'Very good. Any news on the High Councillor?'
'I heard that his second in command returned to Narisis, he says that the High Councillor
did not die, but was left behind enemy lines' the Commander replied
'That is not very nice of him! High Councillor Theras is what holds Indoril
together!' Faryon looked flustered, yet continued, 'The Chairmer of the
Alliance however, baulked down sugestions for reinforcing the Shadowgate Pass
mainly due to people who overestimate our strenths and underestimate the
enemys, We'll have to do it with our own resorces to stop any Imperial Legions
if they want to rescue Hesleth'
'With the border moving so far north, we can afford to reduce the garrison
numbers in the city somewhat, and hurry construction of the defences at the
Shadowgate Pass.'
'Exelent. Oh, and in celebration of our victory, choose the 100 of the best
behaved hostages, and release them back to thier homelands, proclaim to the
hostages we have left that good behaviour will mean release back to thier
homeland come Indoril Victories, Indoril Defeats will mean harsher conditions.'
'Yes, Councillor Indoril.'
The commander went off, as Faryon jumped into bed. He would have a marvelous
sleep tonight [547]
[548] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 01:20 AM)
[549] Kethiah led a Nord
merchant to Gistral.
"Horig Boarkiller," she said, smiling, looking at both of them with
her red and violet colored eyes. "This is Gistral. Horig was worried
after he heard about the sinking of our fleet that we would have no use for the
tarpelin material he was bringing to our shipwrights for them to make into
sails. You know the stuff: very resilent, waterproof ... I told him if he
and his sailors would help in tent construction, we'd buy the lot."
The Nord shook Gistral's hand warmly. "Thank Kyne we can help each other
out."
[551]
Gistral nodded to the merchant as he shook the Nord's hand.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Horing. As you can easily see, we need
all the hands we can get. See, we need to..."
Gistral began briefing the nordic captain on what he planned to do. Clearing
the streets from the rubble, trying to salvage stone that could be used in the
rebuilding of Ald Raathim's outer walls, tearing down the unusable ruins of
some houses to provide the necessary space to put up the refugee tents and so
on.
"You know your men's abilities best, so I'll let you decide where you put
them, main thing is that the work gets done. Let's go." [552]
----An Argonian scout
walks into the town of Ald Raathim, a wicked-looking longspear slung over his
shoulder, and a pair of dirty black slacks and a tattered Dreugh curiass giving
him away as an outsider almost immediatly as he passes through the gates. Other
than the regular attire, he is dressed in little else, mostly tribal chains,
feathers, and a single amulet hangs from his neck. His walk carries a feeling
of quiet solitude, he passes by the townsfolk like a whisper.----
Name:Twists-like-the-Root
Sex: Male
Race: Argonian
Class: Scout
I have no more information than that at the moment, that is, If you would allow
me to RP with you in the first place, message me for any questions. [553]
[554] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 09:06 AM)
[555] Gistral nodded to the
merchant as he shook the Nord's hand.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Horing. As you can easily see, we need
all the hands we can get. See, we need to..."
Gistral began briefing the nordic captain on what he planned to do. Clearing
the streets from the rubble, trying to salvage stone that could be used in the
rebuilding of Ald Raathim's outer walls, tearing down the unusable ruins of
some houses to provide the necessary space to put up the refugee tents and so
on.
"You know your men's abilities best, so I'll let you decide where you put
them, main thing is that the work gets done. Let's go."
[557]
It was a hot day for this type of work, and the Nord sailors sweared and
sweated as some cleared rubble, others set tent poles, and others cut the
tarpelin into sections better suited for tents. The townsfolk too joined in,
the strong on the heavy work, the young and old bringing water to the workers.
It was slow work, but before many hours had passed, there was a tent village in
Ald Raathim in the square, in the roads, and through alleyways. [558]
[559] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 03:35 PM)
[560] It was a hot day for
this type of work, and the Nord sailors sweared and sweated as some cleared
rubble, others set tent poles, and others cut the tarpelin into sections better
suited for tents. The townsfolk too joined in, the strong on the heavy
work, the young and old bringing water to the workers.
It was slow work, but before many hours had passed, there was a tent village in
Ald Raathim in the square, in the roads, and through alleyways.
[562]
Shaka worked alongside the townspeople, without his armor. Until he heard of
scouting or other duties available, Shaka felt that he should join in. Possibly
his magicka could also help, with demolition or lightening the loads. [563]
Valerius had scoured
the city, a trooplist in hand, trying to find the fate of as much of the army
as possible. He finally finished and headed for Slashes-With-Claws' office.
Knocking on the doorframe, he entered. "Sir, I have the count you
requested." [564]
[565] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 13 2006, 04:59 PM)
[566] Valerius had scoured
the city, a trooplist in hand, trying to find the fate of as much of the army
as possible. He finally finished and headed for Slashes-With-Claws' office.
Knocking on the doorframe, he entered. "Sir, I have the count you
requested."
[568]
Slashes opened the door. "The count of my men sargent? How many
remain?" He was hoping the numbers would not be too bad, but was prepared
for the worst. The sadness returned to his eyes as he thought about it. [569]
[570] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 13 2006, 03:04 PM)
[571] Slashes opened the door. "The count of my men sargent? How many remain?" He was hoping the numbers would not be too bad, but was prepared for the worst. The sadness returned to his eyes as he thought about it.
[573]
"Less than half remain fit for duty." Valerius replied with a sigh,
"of the rest, about two-thirds of them are dead, and the rest is a
scattering of the permantently wounded and those missing and presumed dead. I
have a full count with unit breakdown here." Valerius placed a large
scroll on Slashes desk, "and I am ready for more orders, sir."
[574]
[575] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 13 2006, 05:14 PM)
[576] "Less than half remain fit for duty." Valerius replied with a sigh, "of the rest, about two-thirds of them are dead, and the rest is a scattering of the permantently wounded and those missing and presumed dead. I have a full count with unit breakdown here." Valerius placed a large scroll on Slashes desk, "and I am ready for more orders, sir."
[578]
Slashes looked at the parchment. The sadness was strong on his face. He put it
on his desk. "We lost a lot of commanders. You did well in the battle,
Lieutenant." He leaned closer, wispering. "Thank you for bringin me
to my quarters when I colapsed." His voice returned to narmal. "See
what you can do about some new sargents." [579]
[580] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 13 2006, 03:21 PM)
[581] Slashes looked at the parchment. The sadness was strong on his face. He put it on his desk. "We lost a lot of commanders. You did well in the battle, Lieutenant." He leaned closer, wispering. "Thank you for bringin me to my quarters when I colapsed." His voice returned to narmal. "See what you can do about some new sargents."
[583]
"Thank you sir," Valerius replied to the promotion "As for new,
Seargents, might I request that the remainder of my company be promoted? They
were invaluble in the capture of the second crab, sir, and I think that they
deserve it. As for the... assistance... don't mention it." [584]
[585] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 13 2006, 05:24 PM)
[586] "Thank you sir," Valerius replied to the promotion "As for new, Seargents, might I request that the remainder of my company be promoted? They were invaluble in the capture of the second crab, sir, and I think that they deserve it. As for the... assistance... don't mention it."
[588]
"Send them to me, I shall speak to them and decide. Dismissed
Lieutenant." Slashes turned back to the parchment with the numbers on his
men. When Valerius had left, he closed the door to his office and wept. [589]
[590] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Jan 13 2006, 04:20 PM)
[591] "Send them to me, I shall speak top them and decide. Dismissed Lieutenant." Slashes turned back to the parchment with the numbers on his men. When Valerius had left, he closed the door to his office and wept.
[593]
Valerius left his commander, sought out the three men left in his unit and sent
them to him. He then wandered about the city, passively interveiwing soldiers
for promotion and looking for anywhere that he could help out. [594]
[595] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 03:43 PM)
[596] Shaka worked alongside the townspeople, without his armor. Until he heard of scouting or other duties available, Shaka felt that he should join in. Possibly his magicka could also help, with demolition or lightening the loads.
[598]
Kethiah came out with a group of the villagers' children to help bring water to
the workers.
"Have you seen Isidor?" she asked Shaka. "I don't know if he's
already left for Mournhold yet ..."
[599]
[600] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:03 PM)
[601] Kethiah came out with
a group of the villagers' children to help bring water to the workers.
"Have you seen Isidor?" she asked Shaka. "I don't know if he's
already left for Mournhold yet ..."
[603]
Shaka accepted the dipper of water with thanks. "The last I saw of him
today, he was helping out with the walls."
[604]
[605] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 06:08 PM)
[606] Shaka accepted the dipper of water with thanks. "The last I saw of him today, he was helping out with the walls."
[608]
Isidor was, in fact, working to help rebuild the walls, with a few regular
tavern goers. [609]
After a drink and some
bread to fill her stomach, Kiseena decided to head the Arena. With any luck,
she could spend some time out of her god-awful armor and maybe even have a
bath.
But what was foremost on her mind was her precious skooma, hidden in her room. [610]
[611] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 07:16 PM)
[612] Isidor was, in fact, working to help rebuild the walls, with a few regular tavern goers.
[614]
Kethiah spotted him. "I was afraid I missed you. I wanted you to have
this."
She handed him a wrapped present.
[615]
Loranna's Journal,
Freddas, 13th of Sun's Height
No one can do everything, no matter how powerful nor how dedicated they are;
I'm getting better at putting this simple wisdom into practice, even though
with my city in a shambles, I never feel like I'm doing enough.
Still, I think I've gotten my main duty as Duchess done; the rebuilding is
underway. Thanks to Gistral, and Slashes, and Kethiah and Kallen, the important
tasks are in motion. People are getting food and some sort of shelter, the city
walls are as fortified as we can get them barring major reconstruction, the
army, though weakened, is already recruiting new members, and supplies are
being arranged to come into the city. The money I managed to save will last us
a little longer than I thought at first, though not much longer; still, it will
keep Ald Raathim going while we try to get our trade back up and running. The
memorial service is almost ready; I hope Dana will lend her voice and lute to
it. The scouts are feeling out the Redoran and Indoril.
... It looks like the immediate, day-to-day concerns are well in place. I think
I can start focusing now on the more long-term problems ... I await the King's
envoy with increasing anticipation ...
===
Loranna frowns as she finds herself unable to think of what she wants to write
next, frustration causing her to accidentally crush the tip of her quill pen.
With a sigh, she rises and goes looking for Kethiah, or Isidor.[616]
[617] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 06:21 PM)
[618] Kethiah spotted
him. "I was afraid I missed you. I wanted you to have
this."
She handed him a wrapped present.
[620]
Isidor wiped some sweat from his brow, and smiled.
"Now what could this be?" He asked, bemused, as he unwrapped the
present. [621]
[622] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 07:25 PM)
[623] Isidor wiped some
sweat from his brow, and smiled.
"Now what could this be?" He asked, bemused, as he unwrapped the
present.
[625]
"A wedding gift, I just finished it," Kethiah said.
Inside was a beautiful cloak, deep blue with gold embroidery. Kethiah turned it
around and showed that the reverse side was oil-treated leather.
"A diplomat needs to look good," she said. "But I wanted it to
be practical too. Just turn it around if the weather gets nasty."
[626]
[627] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 06:33 PM)
[628] "A wedding gift,
I just finished it," Kethiah said.
Inside was a beautiful cloak, deep blue with gold embroidery. Kethiah
turned it around and showed that the reverse side was oil-treated
leather.
"A diplomat needs to look good," she said. "But I wanted it to
be practical too. Just turn it around if the weather gets nasty."
[630]
"Beautiful!" Isidor exclaimed, embracing Kethiah tightly. "I
suppose I should be going now ... Is anyone else coming, besides Reeds?" [631]
[632] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 07:25 PM)
[633] Isidor wiped some
sweat from his brow, and smiled.
"Now what could this be?" He asked, bemused, as he unwrapped the
present.
[635]
"Now you'll have to get Kethiah something while you're in the capital,
Isidor," said Shaka, taking a break from work. "A beautiful cloak,
that."
It was early afternoon, and the townspeople had settled into a rhythm of work.
Keeping busy was not only vital for the people of Ald Raathim, it helped keep
their minds off their recent losses.
I wonder how they'll travel to Mournhold, thought Shaka. If I were them, I'd
use the Guild but maybe travel in disguise. A ship might be too vulnerable
still. [636]
[637] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 07:37 PM)
[638] "Beautiful!" Isidor exclaimed, embracing Kethiah tightly. "I suppose I should be going now ... Is anyone else coming, besides Reeds?"
[640]
Loranna finds Isidor and Kethiah in time to see Isidor's new cloak. "Hail
dears ..." she says, smiling a bit. "I think this answers my first
question ... Isidor, you look fit to see a King."
She chuckles, and says "Ahh, my sense of humor gets worse every day ...
everything is ready for your trip then, yes?"[641]
[642] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 07:40 PM)
[643] Loranna finds Isidor
and Kethiah in time to see Isidor's new cloak. "Hail dears ..."
she says, smiling a bit. "I think this answers my first question ...
Isidor, you look fit to see a King."
She chuckles, and says "Ahh, my sense of humor gets worse every day ...
everything is ready for your trip then, yes?"
[645]
Kethiah smiled warmly, pleased Isidor liked the gift, and shaking her head at
Loranna's pun.
"Any instructions for Isidor and Reeds?" Kethiah asked. "The
only thing I said was not to promise anything, but is there anything we want to
find out from Helseth?" [646]
[647] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 06:40 PM)
[648] Loranna finds Isidor
and Kethiah in time to see Isidor's new cloak. "Hail dears ..."
she says, smiling a bit. "I think this answers my first question ...
Isidor, you look fit to see a King."
She chuckles, and says "Ahh, my sense of humor gets worse every day ...
everything is ready for your trip then, yes?"
[650]
"Thank you," Isidor said, bowing. "Everything should be ready,
yes ..." [651]
[652] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:43 PM)
[653] Kethiah smiled warmly,
pleased Isidor liked the gift, and shaking her head at Loranna's pun.
"Any instructions for Isidor and Reeds?" Kethiah asked. "The
only thing I said was not to promise anything, but is there anything we want to
find out from Helseth?"
[655]
"I'm interested in knowing what his plans are regarding Ald Raathim, of
course," Loranna says. "We're still boxed in; I want to know what, if
anything, he has in mind to do about that. Also, keep your eyes open while at
court; especially with Vivec falling, I'm worried the King's supporters are
going to be losing enthusiasm for the cause."[656]
Slyvos popped his head
in, yet again, with a confused look on his face. And for once, he knew what was
going on, and was actually going to come along... if he wasn't too late that
is.
Of course, a mage is never late. "Hey everyone... Isidor, I'll go. I'll be
of more use in Mournhold, then here. Especially after that little incident I
caused in the castle..." [657]
Nalion had eaten
heartily, and it was due to Loranna's healing that he recovered faster than
anyone seeing the wounds had expected. The burn marks on his hands were still
very much visible and the wounds still hurt, but they began to itch, too, a
good sign that the skin began to regenerate. However, Nalion's magic skills did
not show much improvement. The mage did not seem to bring up the last effort to
actually release the spell, no matter what spell he used.
This disturbed him, and there was another fact that was bugging Nalion.
Everywhere, people were making themselves useful, either in rebuilding with
their hand's hard work or by protecting the city. The state of his hands and
arms did not allow him to participate in the reconstruction, nor was Nalion
useful in defense, he could neither cast a spell nor wield his staff.
There was one thing, though he could do, and again, Loranna had brought that
though to him. Wisdom and Counsel. There still were many unanswered
questions, and since directly helping Ald Raathim was out of the question right
now, Nalion turned his thoughts to another problem he had mentioned to Loranna.
Goranthir - and with that, the King of Worms... Then, he remembered something,
about the Sload hideout in the Dwemer cave in the bay.
The mage stood, and began to walk a few paces in the room that had been his
sickbed the last days to test whether he was fit to take a stroll out into
town, and to the Mages Guild. Approaching one of the members, he asked to be
brought to Mgister Zadion. [658]
[659] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 13 2006, 08:00 PM)
[660] Slyvos popped his head
in, yet again, with a confused look on his face. And for once, he knew what was
going on, and was actually going to come along... if he wasn't too late that
is.
Of course, a mage is never late. "Hey everyone... Isidor, I'll go. I'll be
of more use in Mournhold, then here. Especially after that little incident I
caused in the castle..."
[662]
"I didn't think you liked diplomacy and politics, Slyvos," Kethiah
said, surprised.[663]
[664] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 13 2006, 06:00 PM)
[665] Of course, a mage is never late. "Hey everyone... Isidor, I'll go. I'll be of more use in Mournhold, then here. Especially after that little incident I caused in the castle..."
[667]
Bookkeepers, however, often were. Thankfully, Reeds arrived only a few seconds
after Slyvos. "I hope you weren't going to leave without me?" [668]
The Mages Guild[669]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 08:01 PM)
[670] Nalion had eaten
heartily, and it was due to Loranna's healing that he recovered faster than
anyone seeing the wounds had expected. The burn marks on his hands were still
very much visible and the wounds still hurt, but they began to itch, too, a
good sign that the skin began to regenerate. However, Nalion's magic skills did
not show much improvement. The mage did not seem to bring up the last effort to
actually release the spell, no matter what spell he used.
This disturbed him, and there was another fact that was bugging Nalion.
Everywhere, people were making themselves useful, either in rebuilding with
their hand's hard work or by protecting the city. The state of his hands and
arms did not allow him to participate in the reconstruction, nor was Nalion
useful in defense, he could neither cast a spell nor wield his staff.
There was one thing, though he could do, and again, Loranna had brought that
though to him. Wisdom and Counsel. There still were many unanswered
questions, and since directly helping Ald Raathim was out of the question right
now, Nalion turned his thoughts to another problem he had mentioned to Loranna.
Goranthir - and with that, the King of Worms... Then, he remembered something,
about the Sload hideout in the Dwemer cave in the bay.
The mage stood, and began to walk a few paces in the room that had been his
sickbed the last days to test whether he was fit to take a stroll out into
town, and to the Mages Guild. Approaching one of the members, he asked to be
brought to Mgister Zadion.
[672]
The Mages Guild had been largely untouched in battle, but had been used as
refuge for many people. Like the Nymph and Noggin, it was slowly being
depopulated, though there was much confusion still.
It took some time for the acolyte to locate Zadion, and little wonder: he was
just arriving through the Guild Guide. Evidently, he had been gone, though no
one at the Guild had known it.
"Nalion," the Altmer said. "That was a pretty impressive display
during the battle. Glad to see you're doing better." [673]
Kiseena left the Nymph
and Noggin, heading quickly to the Arena. Once there, she made sure nobody was
around before opening the false leg of her hammock, pulling out the string with
five bottles of skooma tied to its length. After taking a quick nip from one,
she began to relax once more. Nobody had looted her stash, and things were looking
up if only slightly.
She shrugged off her armor, for what little protection it gave, she sometimes
felt herself better protected without any. A quick bath in the arena's
bathhouse, a clean set of clothes, and she was back on the streets, all of her
valuables in a pack with her. Kiseena felt better having her skooma with her,
as well as her copy of Words of Clan Mother Ahnissi.
Kiseena's trip back toward the tavern took her past where Shaka was working.
She thought to stop and ask if he'd seen Anya. [674]
[675] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 08:04 PM)
[676] "I didn't think you liked diplomacy and politics, Slyvos," Kethiah said, surprised.
[678]
Loranna looks at her husband, somewhat surprised as well.
"Love?" she asks, about to say But there were a bunch of things I
wanted to ask you to do ... She held her tongue, though, her ears turning
red for a moment from chagrin.
Slyvos was her husband, not her personal enchanter, after all - and she was
always telling him he needed to getout more, do things with their friends
rather than hide out in the library all day ...
I'm lucky he loves me as much as he does, Loranna thinks to herself as
she says "Slyvos does have sharp ears ..." She reaches to take
Slyvos's hand. "You sure about this, dear?" she asks, smiling a
little.
[679]
[680] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:04 PM)
[681] "I didn't think you liked diplomacy and politics, Slyvos," Kethiah said, surprised.
[683]
"I don't, but I'm not going to be able to help too much here anyway, so I
figured I would come along to make sure these guys don't get into too much
trouble."
Ironic, this was coming from Slyvos, as the old sorcerer seemed to get in more
trouble then everyone but Loranna, who was a magnet for such misfortunes. He
still was rather distressed with this whole situation, but attempted to prevent
it from showing on his face.[684]
QUOTE
[685] Loranna looks at her
husband, somewhat surprised as well.
"Love?" she asks, about to say But there were a bunch of things I
wanted to ask you to do ... She held her tongue, though, her ears turning red
for a moment from chagrin.
Slyvos was her husband, not her personal enchanter, after all - and she was
always telling him he needed to getout more, do things with their friends
rather than hide out in the library all day ...
I'm lucky he loves me as much as he does, Loranna thinks to herself as she says
"Slyvos does have sharp ears ..." She reaches to take Slyvos's hand.
"You sure about this, dear?" she asks, smiling a little.[686]
[687]
He nods, giving Loranna a kiss without much of a warning, and grinning as he
pulls back. "don't worry, I'll be fine." [688]
[689] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 13 2006, 08:09 PM)
[690] Kiseena's trip back toward the tavern took her past where Shaka was working. She thought to stop and ask if he'd seen Anya.
[692]
Shaka put down the hammer and smiled to see Kiseena again. "I haven't seen
her since she was talking to the Duchess near the Nymph. . . . "
His smile faded as he smelled something on Kiseena's breath. Shaka glanced at
her eyes.
"I didn't know you're a sugarhead, kitten. . . . I know it's easy for
Khajiits to fall into that trap."
"It reminds me of Anya a little. When we found her in Gnaar Mok, she was drinking
herself under the table every night in the tavern. Thank the gods she got past
that."[693]
[694] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:07 PM)
[695] The Mages Guild
The Mages Guild had been largely untouched in battle, but had been used as
refuge for many people. Like the Nymph and Noggin, it was slowly being
depopulated, though there was much confusion still.
It took some time for the acolyte to locate Zadion, and little wonder: he was
just arriving through the Guild Guide. Evidently, he had been gone,
though no one at the Guild had known it.
"Nalion," the Altmer said. "That was a pretty impressive display
during the battle. Glad to see you're doing better."
[697]
Nalion greeted Zadion with a nod and a smile.
"I hope you found your trip pleasant, Zadion.", Nalion commented. His
raised eyebrown made it clear though, that he wondered where the Magister had
been. "I hope the guild guide connections have not been affected by the
battle? I hope that the there is a possibility to bring in supplies via guild
guide to Ald Raathim, if possible. I imagine it's tedious to be Magister right
now. I'm sorry that I have a favour to ask of you, too, though."
"I think you remember the expedition to the Sload's lair some time ago.
You were so thoughtful as to order to recover anything that seemed useful in
this Dwemer ruin of his. Were there any documents he has left? I would like to
know if he accidentally left some clues for us why he was here and what exactly
he did?"
[698]
[699] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 13 2006, 08:10 PM)
[700] "I don't, but I'm
not going to be able to help too much here anyway, so I figured I would come
along to make sure these guys don't get into too much trouble."
Ironic, this was coming from Slyvos, as the old sorcerer seemed to get in more
trouble then everyone but Loranna, who was a magnet for such misfortunes. He
still was rather distressed with this whole situation, but attempted to prevent
it from showing on his face.
He nods, giving Loranna a kiss without much of a warning, and grinning as he
pulls back. "don't worry, I'll be fine."
[702]
Loranna pulls Slyvos back for a second, longer kiss.
"Just remember; don't promise anything, keep your eyes an ears open,"
she cautions. "Try to find out what the King plans to do regarding Ald
Raathim, and gauge the other people in attendance for how strongly they seem to
support Helseth now. We need to know the bigger picture, whether we're going to
be stuck on our own now or can hope for help from the crown."
She lets Slyvos go, smiling again, making a mental note to visit the Mage Guild
afterward.[703]
[704] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 07:15 PM)
[705] Shaka put down the
hammer and smiled to see Kiseena again. "I haven't seen her since
she was talking to the Duchess near the Nymph. . . . "
His smile faded as he smelled something on Kiseena's breath. Shaka
glanced at her eyes.
"I didn't know you're a sugarhead, kitten. . . . I know
it's easy for Khajiits to fall into that trap."
"It reminds me of Anya a little. When we found her in Gnaar Mok, she
was drinking herself under the table every night in the tavern. Thank the
gods she got past that."
[707]
Kiseena looked away, a bit ashamed. She didn't like being called a sugarhead.
"Kiseena is not a sugar-head," she protests. "Kiseena merely...
sips the sweetness before her shows in the Arena. And to... calm Kiseena's
nerves at times."
She frowns, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder, still not meeting Shaka's eyes.
"Kiseena had a nightmare last night. A nightmare about friend
Anya..." [708]
[709] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 08:19 PM)
[710] Nalion greeted Zadion
with a nod and a smile.
"I hope you found your trip pleasant, Zadion.", Nalion commented. His
raised eyebrown made it clear though, that he wondered where the Magister had
been. "I hope the guild guide connections have not been affected by the
battle? I hope that the there is a possibility to bring in supplies via guild
guide to Ald Raathim, if possible. I imagine it's tedious to be Magister right
now. I'm sorry that I have a favour to ask of you, too, though."
"I think you remember the expedition to the Sload's lair some time ago.
You were so thoughtful as to order to recover anything that seemed useful in
this Dwemer ruin of his. Were there any documents he has left? I would
like to know if he accidentally left some clues for us why he was here and what
exactly he did?"
[712]
"It's been a madhouse lately, I had half-forgotten," Zadion said.
"Come along with me."
As he led Nalion into the corridors of the inner sanctums of the Guildhouse, he
spoke. "I've sent some of what we found on to the Imperial City for my
Archmagister. Artifacts related to necromancy are a particular interest of
Hannibal Traven's, as commited as he is towards stamping out that menace. But
there are some interesting books related to the Old Ways of the Psijics you
might find informative."
He brought Nalion into a subterranean laboratory and library, where the Sload's
equipment was arranged in neat piles. Zadion handed Nalion a book from one of
the piles, a black leather tome of obvious ancient age.
[713]
[714] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 08:19 PM)
[715] Loranna pulls Slyvos
back for a second, longer kiss.
"Just remember; don't promise anything, keep your eyes an ears open,"
she cautions. "Try to find out what the King plans to do regarding
Ald Raathim, and gauge the other people in attendance for how strongly they
seem to support Helseth now. We need to know the bigger picture, whether
we're going to be stuck on our own now or can hope for help from the
crown."
She lets Slyvos go, smiling again, making a mental note to visit the Mage Guild
afterward.
[717]
"The Guild Guide is maybe not the most secretive way to travel,"
Kethiah said. "But it'd be safer than sea travel, which is pretty ...
well, we don't know how bad it is. And it's probably best to get to Mournhold
quickly."
[718]
[719] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:30 PM)
[720] "The Guild Guide is maybe not the most secretive way to travel," Kethiah said. "But it'd be safer than sea travel, which is pretty ... well, we don't know how bad it is. And it's probably best to get to Mournhold quickly."
[722]
"Yeah," Isidor said, putting his arm around Kethiah. "We should
probably go, now ... Sly, Reeds, you all set?" [723]
[724] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 08:34 PM)
[725] "Yeah," Isidor said, putting his arm around Kethiah. "We should probably go, now ... Sly, Reeds, you all set?"
[727]
Kethiah moved among the men, smoothing out their hair (where applicable),
dusting off their shoulders, making sure they were as presentable as possible. [728]
[729] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 06:34 PM)
[730] "Yeah," Isidor said, putting his arm around Kethiah. "We should probably go, now ... Sly, Reeds, you all set?"
[732]
"Whenever you are," Reeds said, shurgging his backpack into a more
comfortable position, "I travel light." [733]
[734] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 13 2006, 08:22 PM)
[735] Kiseena looked away, a
bit ashamed. She didn't like being called a sugarhead. "Kiseena is not a
sugar-head," she protests. "Kiseena merely... sips the sweetness
before her shows in the Arena. And to... calm Kiseena's nerves at times."
She frowns, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder, still not meeting Shaka's
eyes. "Kiseena had a nightmare last night. A nightmare about friend
Anya..."
[737]
Shaka put a hand on Kiseena's shoulder. "It's okay, I probably don't have
the right to judge. What was the nightmare?"
He could see the others standing near the walls; they must be discussing the
Mournhold trip. Shaka wished them well. He wondered what Barenziah was doing in
this time of war. . . . Her loss would be keenly felt someday. But then, she'll
probably outlive us all, he reflected.[738]
[739] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 07:34 PM)
[740] "Yeah," Isidor said, putting his arm around Kethiah. "We should probably go, now ... Sly, Reeds, you all set?"
QUOTE
[744] Kethiah moved among the men, smoothing out their hair (where applicable), dusting off their shoulders, making sure they were as presentable as possible.[745]
[746]
Slyvos backed away before Kethiah could get to him, chuckleing. "sorry,
too much fur to smooth out, I'd rather keep it like this."
He looked to Isidor, nodding. "I'm ready, as always." [747]
[748] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 07:36 PM)
[749] Shaka put a hand on Kiseena's shoulder. "It's okay, I probably don't have the right to judge. What was the nightmare?"
[751]
Kiseena looked to the ground still, her tail having quit the swishing the
recovery of her things caused. "Kiseena was... in the battle again,"
she started quietly. "With Shaka and Anya, as was the other day. Friend
Anya... was hit in the middle again, but in Kiseena's dream, Anya... did not
heal."
She lets out a faintly shaking breath. "Anya fell on the ground, and
others fell ontop of Anya... But try as Kiseena might, Kiseena could not find
Anya's body in the pile."
The khajiit wasn't used to such pitched battles as she'd recently been in, and
some of the tide was starting to finally become realized. [752]
[753] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 08:30 PM)
[754] "The Guild Guide is maybe not the most secretive way to travel," Kethiah said. "But it'd be safer than sea travel, which is pretty ... well, we don't know how bad it is. And it's probably best to get to Mournhold quickly."
[756]
"Agreed," Loranna says, mentally noting to talk to Kethiah sometime
soon about ways to get around the tracking of guild guide transport. It might
be important in the near future.
Slyvos had the advantage of Jazbet's good looks; even when his hair was a bit
out of sorts, he still was gorgeous, and while Slyvos didn't have Jazbet's
easygoing charm, he did have charisma of his own. "Good luck, all of you;
Nine watch over you ..."[757]
[758] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 13 2006, 07:37 PM)
[759] Slyvos backed away
before Kethiah could get to him, chuckleing. "sorry, too much fur to
smooth out, I'd rather keep it like this."
He looked to Isidor, nodding. "I'm ready, as always."
QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 07:40 PM)
[763] "Agreed,"
Loranna says, mentally noting to talk to Kethiah sometime soon about ways to
get around the tracking of guild guide transport. It might be important
in the near future.
Slyvos had the advantage of Jazbet's good looks; even when his hair was a bit
out of sorts, he still was gorgeous, and while Slyvos didn't have Jazbet's
easygoing charm, he did have charisma of his own. "Good luck, all of
you; Nine watch over you ..."
[765]
Isidor gave another kiss to Kethiah, bowed to Loranna, and then, the trio made
their way to the mages guild, and to the guild guide. [766]
[767] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 08:40 PM)
[768] "Agreed,"
Loranna says, mentally noting to talk to Kethiah sometime soon about ways to
get around the tracking of guild guide transport. It might be important
in the near future.
Slyvos had the advantage of Jazbet's good looks; even when his hair was a bit
out of sorts, he still was gorgeous, and while Slyvos didn't have Jazbet's
easygoing charm, he did have charisma of his own. "Good luck, all of
you; Nine watch over you ..."
[770]
Within seconds of entering the Guild Guide chamber at the Ald Raathim Mages
Guild, they were in the Guild Guide chamber at the Mournhold Mages Guild.
Stepping out into the city, they could smell the smoke long extinguished that
marked that this had been a place of battle. There were scarred remains of
buildings along the streets in the process of being repaired, but amazingly,
the markets were already open. Mournhold had either not suffered as greatly as
Ald Raathim, or was better able to repair itself.
Going through Plaza Brindisi Dorom, they saw that the Temples were full of
people going for healing, or to mourn or give thanks.
The flags of the royal family hung proudly all over the city, but when they
reached the palace, the evidence of the battle was strongest. Half the building
was completely destroyed.
[771]
[772] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:28 PM)
[773] "It's been a
madhouse lately, I had half-forgotten," Zadion said. "Come along with
me."
As he led Nalion into the corridors of the inner sanctums of the Guildhouse, he
spoke. "I've sent some of what we found on to the Imperial City for my
Archmagister. Artifacts related to necromancy are a particular interest
of Hannibal Traven's, as commited as he is towards stamping out that
menace. But there are some interesting books related to the Old Ways of
the Psijics you might find informative."
He brought Nalion into a subterranean laboratory and library, where the Sload's
equipment was arranged in neat piles. Zadion handed Nalion a book from
one of the piles, a black leather tome of obvious ancient age.
[775]
Nalion walked along the shelves with the Sload's items and looked at them,
carefully avoiding to touch anything. He was both fascinated due to his
scholarly interest and disgusted becasue of his knowledge from where theis
knowledge came from and to whatever use it was intended.
"Know your enemy, I suppose.", Nalion answered, then took the tome
from the Altmer's hands. "I haven't held such an old book in my hands
since a long time..."
He carefully opened the book, the old black leather cracked slightly as he did
so. He traced the lines of the script on the first page as he began to scan the
pages briefly.
"The Old Ways... Mysticism, Telekinesis, Absorption Magic, Soultrapping. A
fascinating school of magic. These seem to be notes, though, not a complete
volume... It seems incomplete...", Nalion muttered, the last sentence with
some kind of disappointment.
"Now I'm interested, I wonder if there is a full volume somewhere. You're
Altmer, Zadion, and a high-ranking mage guild master. Do you know places where
I could find the original volume of such a kind of book, considering that the
copy already is ancient? Artaeum perhaps, but I somehow doubt that this islands
easily welcomes strangers..." [776]
[777] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 13 2006, 08:40 PM)
[778] She lets out a faintly
shaking breath. "Anya fell on the ground, and others fell ontop of Anya...
But try as Kiseena might, Kiseena could not find Anya's body in the pile."
The khajiit wasn't used to such pitched battles as she'd recently been in, and
some of the tide was starting to finally become realized.
[780]
Shaka gathered his thoughts before replying. "None of us will forget those
days, Kiseena. But I know Anya's special to you. Recently I thought . . . that
I'd lost her forever, too. And maybe I have, in some ways, but I'll still be
here for her as long as she wants that."
"Of Ald Raathim's people, she's one of the hardest to kill. It's not for
me to tell you her secrets; I'll let her do that, and if she does, it's a sign
of extraordinary trust. It's good of you to fear for her, though."
[781]
The Mages Guild of Ald Raathim[782]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 08:47 PM)
[783] "Now I'm interested, I wonder if there is a full volume somewhere. You're Altmer, Zadion, and a high-ranking mage guild master. Do you know places where I could find the original volume of such a kind of book, considering that the copy already is ancient? Artaeum perhaps, but I somehow doubt that this islands easily welcomes strangers..."
[785]
"That'd be the first choice, of course, on matters of the Old Ways,"
Zadion agreed. "But all over Summerset, there are great libraries. The
Crystal Tower is one. The royal library in Firsthold has some of the oldest
books in the Empire ... And what they don't have, they know where it is."[786]
[787] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 07:48 PM)
[788] Shaka gathered his
thoughts before replying. "None of us will forget those days,
Kiseena. But I know Anya's special to you. Recently I thought . . .
that I'd lost her forever, too. And maybe I have, in some ways, but I'll
still be here for her as long as she wants that."
"Of Ald Raathim's people, she's one of the hardest to kill. It's not
for me to tell you her secrets; I'll let her do that, and if she does,
it's a sign of extraordinary trust. It's good of you to fear for her,
though."
[790]
Kiseena looked up at Shaka with a faint sigh. "Anya and miss Loranna went
outside the tavern last night, and Kiseena has not seen either since," she
says. Part of her wants to mention having been upset about not being able to
help Anya, but that's another thing she wasn't used to... telling people her
feelings. [791]
[792] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 08:44 PM)
[793] Isidor gave another kiss to Kethiah, bowed to Loranna, and then, the trio made their way to the mages guild, and to the guild guide.
[795]
When the menfolk had left, Loranna turns and looks to Kethiah, half-smiling.
"We just let our husbands go off on a potentially sensitive mission that
requires wordcraft, not axemanship or spell slinging, didn't we?" she
asks, a giggle rising from her throat. [796]
[797] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:49 PM)
[798] The Mages Guild of
Ald Raathim
"That'd be the first choice, of course, on matters of the Old Ways,"
Zadion agreed. "But all over Summerset, there are great libraries.
The Crystal Tower is one. The royal library in Firsthold has some of the
oldest books in the Empire ... And what they don't have, they know where it
is."
[800]
"Thank you Zadion, this is good advice. I've never been to Summerset
before. I'm intrigued now, and inclined to go there some time.", Nalion
said, still looking at the book. "There's not much I could do here in Ald
Raathim as of now, so I might just try and investigate why a Sload could use
copies of such a book. Especially one who had taken up residence near Ald
Raathim, and furthermore, when this book deals with Soultrapping... Might I
take a few notes out of this book for reference before I leave?" [801]
[802] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:46 PM)
[803] Within seconds of
entering the Guild Guide chamber at the Ald Raathim Mages Guild, they were in
the Guild Guide chamber at the Mournhold Mages Guild.
Stepping out into the city, they could smell the smoke long extinguished that
marked that this had been a place of battle. There were scarred remains
of buildings along the streets in the process of being repaired, but amazingly,
the markets were already open. Mournhold had either not suffered as
greatly as Ald Raathim, or was better able to repair itself.
Going through Plaza Brindisi Dorom, they saw that the Temples were full of
people going for healing, or to mourn or give thanks.
The flags of the royal family hung proudly all over the city, but when they
reached the palace, the evidence of the battle was strongest. Half the
building was completely destroyed.
[805]
As they walked towards the castle, Isidor's mouth was agape at the destruction.
The one time that he had been in Mournhold, he had been amazed at it's beauty
and splendor, but, even though it was being repaired, it still lacked it's
former luster. [806]
[807] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 08:55 PM)
[808] When the menfolk had
left, Loranna turns and looks to Kethiah, half-smiling.
"We just let our husbands go off on a potentially sensitive mission that
requires wordcraft, not axemanship or spell slinging, didn't we?" she
asks, a giggle rising from her throat.
[810]
"Your Grace, I was counting on you to stop them," Kethiah laughed
hard. "Oh well, we didn't need that alliance anyhow, did we?"[811]
[812] QUOTE
[813] Within seconds of
entering the Guild Guide chamber at the Ald Raathim Mages Guild, they were in
the Guild Guide chamber at the Mournhold Mages Guild.
Stepping out into the city, they could smell the smoke long extinguished that
marked that this had been a place of battle. There were scarred remains
of buildings along the streets in the process of being repaired, but amazingly,
the markets were already open. Mournhold had either not suffered as
greatly as Ald Raathim, or was better able to repair itself.
Going through Plaza Brindisi Dorom, they saw that the Temples were full of
people going for healing, or to mourn or give thanks.
The flags of the royal family hung proudly all over the city, but when they
reached the palace, the evidence of the battle was strongest. Half the
building was completely destroyed.[814]
[815]
Slyvos shook his head sadly at the destruction, as the trio headed towards the
ruined structure. "this place will never be the same again... or well, at
least not in a long time." [816]
[817] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 13 2006, 08:55 PM)
[818] Kiseena looked up at Shaka with a faint sigh. "Anya and miss Loranna went outside the tavern last night, and Kiseena has not seen either since," she says. Part of her wants to mention having been upset about not being able to help Anya, but that's another thing she wasn't used to... telling people her feelings.
[820]
"Loranna's not far from here, last I saw; she was talking to a group near
the city walls. Anya . . . I don't know. Maybe resting, or maybe scouting for
the city. We'll see her again soon, in either case."
"You could help out with creating shelters, it would get your mind off
things."[821]
[822] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 08:56 PM)
[823] "Thank you Zadion, this is good advice. I've never been to Summerset before. I'm intrigued now, and inclined to go there some time.", Nalion said, still looking at the book. "There's not much I could do here in Ald Raathim as of now, so I might just try and investigate why a Sload could use copies of such a book. Especially one who had taken up residence near Ald Raathim, and furthermore, when this book deals with Soultrapping... Might I take a few notes out of this book for reference before I leave?"
[825]
"Of course," Zadion replied. "Take all the time you need. But if
you'll excuse me, I have some matters I need to attend to."
As he left the room, Nalion noticed he had muddy feet.[826]
[827] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 13 2006, 09:00 PM)
[828] Slyvos shook his head sadly at the destruction, as the trio headed towards the ruined structure. "this place will never be the same again... or well, at least not in a long time."
QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 08:58 PM)
[832] As they walked towards the castle, Isidor's mouth was agape at the destruction. The one time that he had been in Mournhold, he had been amazed at it's beauty and splendor, but, even though it was being repaired, it still lacked it's former luster.
[834]
The red-armored royal guard at the palace were on duty as always. In fact,
there seemed to be more of them than before.
"Your business, serjos?" asked the first guard, just a kid really.
[835]
[836] QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Jan 13 2006, 08:00 PM)
[837] Slyvos shook his head sadly at the destruction, as the trio headed towards the ruined structure. "this place will never be the same again... or well, at least not in a long time."
[839]
Isidor nodded in agreement.[840]
QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 08:02 PM)
[841] The red-armored royal
guard at the palace were on duty as always. In fact, there seemed to be
more of them than before.
"Your business, serjos?" asked the first guard, just a kid really.
[843]
"We're a diplomatic envoy from Ald Raathim, here to speak with the
King." Isidor said, trying to speak with some authority. [844]
[845] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 08:00 PM)
[846] "Loranna's not
far from here, last I saw; she was talking to a group near the city
walls. Anya . . . I don't know. Maybe resting, or maybe
scouting for the city. We'll see her again soon, in either case."
"You could help out with creating shelters, it would get your mind off
things."
[848]
"Miss Loranna would probably think herself too busy to have Kiseena
bothering her," the khajiit said. "Last night, miss Loranna seemed
angry at herself for giving herself permission to sit down for a moment."
Kiseena glanced past Shaka to the shelters they were trying to construct.
"Kiseena does not have much to offer friend Shaka in the way of
labor," she said. "Kiseena is neither strong nor tough... Kiseena is
only quick and quiet. Most of the time." [849]
[850] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 08:58 PM)
[851] "Your Grace, I was counting on you to stop them," Kethiah laughed hard. "Oh well, we didn't need that alliance anyhow, did we?"
[853]
Loranna laughs long and hard, feeling bad the whole time. Tears are streaming
down her face when she finally gets control of herself.
The attack, the deaths, the destruction of so much that they had all worked hard
to build ... the fact that her city, while rebuilding, was still very much a
sitting duck and she couldn't do a thing about it ... she laughed; it was one
way to let the tension out, at least.
" ... Oh Dibella, what I wouldn't give right now for a sharp sword and all
our problems lined up in a nice row," she says, wiping her eyes. "And
we still have an envoy making his or her way here ..."[854]
P'Rassha is not the
kind of Khajiit to stay idle for a long time. Instead, the Cathay-raht put his
strength and height to good use after the contest. He helped Ald Raathim
residents patching up the walls, transporting rocks and boulders three normal
men wouldn't be able to lift. He realized, thought, that some of his friends were
about the leave.
He left the walls, in search for Lady Loranna and, when he finally found her,
he asked:
"Has Isidor and the others left already? [855]
[856] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 08:00 PM)
[857] "Of course,"
Zadion replied. "Take all the time you need. But if you'll excuse
me, I have some matters I need to attend to."
As he left the room, Nalion noticed he had muddy feet.
[859]
Nalion was fascinated by the book, but still, Zadion's boots caught his
attention. Opening his mouth, he almost began to ask, then decided not to
speak. His brows were furrowed. First, Zadion was on an unannounced trip, then,
there were his muddy feet...
"Strange, he muttered.", storing his findings in his memory. Soon
after, he finished with making notes about the book, looked again at the neatly
arranged recovered items, then left the mages guild, looking for Loranna, and
perhaps, Kethiah... [860]
[861] QUOTE(White Rhino @ Jan 13 2006, 09:05 PM)
[862] "Miss Loranna
would probably think herself too busy to have Kiseena bothering her," the
khajiit said. "Last night, miss Loranna seemed angry at herself for giving
herself permission to sit down for a moment."
Kiseena glanced past Shaka to the shelters they were trying to construct.
"Kiseena does not have much to offer friend Shaka in the way of
labor," she said. "Kiseena is neither strong nor tough... Kiseena is
only quick and quiet. Most of the time."
[864]
"Loranna usually has time for her company of adventurers. She hasn't
forgotten where she came from; did you think she was born to royalty? But it's
your choice."
"You don't have to use muscle this day. If you know how to sew, you could
help put the canvas tents together, and there are probably other ways to help out.
The duchess will probably have need of your stealth someday."
"I'd better get back to work, Kiseena. Maybe I'll see you tonight at the
Nymph." Shaka went back to driving stakes.
[865]
[866] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 08:14 PM)
[867] "Loranna usually
has time for her company of adventurers. She hasn't forgotten where she
came from; did you think she was born to royalty? But it's your
choice."
"You don't have to use muscle this day. If you know how to sew, you
could help put the canvas tents together, and there are probably other ways to
help out. The duchess will probably have need of your stealth
someday."
"I'd better get back to work, Kiseena. Maybe I'll see you tonight at
the Nymph." Shaka went back to driving stakes.
[869]
"Kiseena is not of miss Loranna's company of adventurers," Kiseena
mentions, half to herself as Shaka is turning back to work. "Kiseena is an
acrobat out of work who is friend to Loranna's friend."
Her paw fidgetted with the strap of her backpack, and she let out a breath. She
had just had some of her skooma, and already was contempleting another sip.
Glancing at Loranna, she turned and started off. With the level of controlled
chaos still going on, perhaps a kitty could explore areas not normally open to
her. [870]
Loranna composes herself as P'Rassha comes up to her. "Hello P'Rassha; actually, you just missed them, I'm afraid," she says, coughing a bit to cover up a remaining chuckle. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the figure of Nalion approaching.[871]
[872] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 08:31 PM)
[873] Loranna composes herself as P'Rassha comes up to her. "Hello P'Rassha; actually, you just missed them, I'm afraid," she says, coughing a bit to cover up a remaining chuckle. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the figure of Nalion approaching.
[875]
P'Rassha ears felt down behind his head.
"P'Rassha is awfully sorry. P'Rassha wanted to say goodbye at least to
Isidor before he left."
P'Rassha realised Koethiah was there too, alongside Lady Loranna.
"P'Rassha is really sorry. P'Rassha fought with Isidor and felt he owed
him more than his life and more than once. Saying goodbye before such a
dangerous mission is the least he could have done." [876]
[877] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 09:04 PM)
[878] "We're a diplomatic envoy from Ald Raathim, here to speak with the King." Isidor said, trying to speak with some authority.
[880]
"Right this way, serjo," the guard said, bringing the three into the
palace. A serving girl met them in a courtyard which was still lush with
greenery as if a million miles away from a war.
"His Majesty will be informed that you're here," she said. "May
I bring you some refreshments?"
(OOC -- Outta here for a little bit, so make yourself at home[881] [882] ) [883]
The khajiit just looked to the serving girl, then to the others with him. "well, I can't speak for the others, but I'm fine." Slyvos' attention quickly turned to his surroundings, look for all the ways in and out, and at the scenery. [884]
[885] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 08:46 PM)
[886] "Right this way,
serjo," the guard said, bringing the three into the palace. A
serving girl met them in a courtyard which was still lush with greenery as if a
million miles away from a war.
"His Majesty will be informed that you're here," she said. "May
I bring you some refreshments?"
(OOC -- Outta here for a little bit, so make yourself at home[887] [888] )
[890]
Isidor respectfully declined, preferring to, like Slyvos, examine the scenery. [891]
Shaka noticed Gistral
later that afternoon. He straightened up and put the sledgehammer into the
storage area.
"The tent city was put together quickly, Gistral," he remarked,
walking over to the Redguard. "Thanks for the hard work from you and your
companions."[892]
[893] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 09:12 PM)
[894] Shaka noticed Gistral
later that afternoon. He straightened up and put the sledgehammer into
the storage area.
"The tent city was put together quickly, Gistral," he remarked,
walking over to the Redguard. "Thanks for the hard work from you and
your companions."
[896]
"It's the least we could do.", Gistral answered, acknowledging Shaka,
pausing from piling up stones that were to be carried over to the walls.
"How were you faring over the past months?" [897]
[898] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 10:19 PM)
[899] "It's the least
we could do.", Gistral answered, acknowledging Shaka, pausing from piling
up stones that were to be carried over to the walls.
"How were you faring over the past months?"
[901]
How to answer that. "Not bad overall. Some of the best times, and the
worst. I took a quest for the Dibellans, and mostly succeeded. I hosted Kethiah
and Isidor's wedding, that's a good memory at any rate. . . ."
"Gistral, Anya's life has changed, through no fault of her own. I don't
know where to start, trying to explain it. Better if she does." Shaka's
eyes looked old for a moment, somehow.
"Anyway, it's good to see you again. And this bard, Dana, is memorable.
Where did you run across her? Between us, I think she may have charmed our
Khajiit bard more than a little."[902]
[903] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 07:46 PM)
[904] "Right this way,
serjo," the guard said, bringing the three into the palace. A
serving girl met them in a courtyard which was still lush with greenery as if a
million miles away from a war.
"His Majesty will be informed that you're here," she said. "May
I bring you some refreshments?"
(OOC -- Outta here for a little bit, so make yourself at home[905] [906] )
[908]
"A heshkal please, if you have one," Reeds said politely. [909]
[910] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 09:26 PM)
[911] How to answer
that. "Not bad overall. Some of the best times, and the
worst. I took a quest for the Dibellans, and mostly succeeded. I
hosted Kethiah and Isidor's wedding, that's a good memory at any rate.
. . ."
"Gistral, Anya's life has changed, through no fault of her
own. I don't know where to start, trying to explain it. Better if
she does." Shaka's eyes looked old for a moment, somehow.
"Anyway, it's good to see you again. And this bard, Dana, is
memorable. Where did you run across her? Between us, I think she
may have charmed our Khajiit bard more than a little."
[913]
"Good to hear that there were at least some moments to enjoy..."
Gistral replied, wiping the sweat from his face and sitting down on the stone
pile he had just created. The Redguard looked questioningly at the Argonian
Battlemage as he continued. "Anya doesn't seem changed to me, she's as nice
as ever. What could possibly be wrong, aside from all of this?"
Laughing at Shaka's comment about Dana, he began to explain. "She's an old
friend of mine. I asked her to come with me as a healer, and she agreed. She's
also probably looking for more stories, Morrowind is exotic, and as you
could see, or better, hear yesterday, she already found one. She's okay."
Gistral smiled. "Oh, and concerning the Khajiit, I'd never have guessed
she'd make that much of an impact on the Khajiit back then... I don't
know."[914]
[915] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 10:41 PM)
[916] "Good to hear
that there were at least some moments to enjoy..." Gistral replied, wiping
the sweat from his face and sitting down on the stone pile he had just created.
The Redguard looked questioningly at the Argonian Battlemage as he continued.
"Anya doesn't seem changed to me, she's as nice as ever. What could
possibly be wrong, aside from all of this?"
Laughing at Shaka's comment about Dana, he began to explain. "She's an old
friend of mine. I asked her to come with me as a healer, and she agreed. She's
also probably looking for more stories, Morrowind is exotic, and as you
could see, or better, hear yesterday, she already found one. She's okay."
Gistral smiled. "Oh, and concerning the Khajiit, I'd never have guessed
she'd make that much of an impact on the Khajiit back then... I don't
know."
[918]
"She qualifies as exotic herself. Charismatic, even in a city of strong
women like Anya, Loranna, Kethiah . . . ."
Shaka seemed to change the subject. "Gistral, what is the Ra'Gada attitude
toward the undead, vampires for example?"
[919]
[920] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 13 2006, 10:29 PM)
[921] "A heshkal please, if you have one," Reeds said politely.
[923]
The serving girl smiled, and returned shortly with Reeds's drink. Evidentally,
she was used to all sorts of international visitors at the palace.
"His Majesty is very busy right now," she said. "He invites you
to stay, but it may be some time before he is free. If you wish, I can tell
which tavern you're staying at, and he can send an emissary when he is
free."
(OOC -- Which, unfortunately, is my way of saying I need to sneak out for the
night. If someone else wants to play Helseth and do this meeting, feel free.
Sorry all.)
[924]
[925] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Jan 13 2006, 08:59 PM)
[926] The serving girl
smiled, and returned shortly with Reeds's drink. Evidentally, she was
used to all sorts of international visitors at the palace.
"His Majesty is very busy right now," she said. "He invites you
to stay, but it may be some time before he is free. If you wish, I can
tell which tavern you're staying at, and he can send an emissary when he is
free."
[928]
"Well, Looks like we might have some waiting to do. Shall we go find an
inn?" Reeds asked. [929]
[930] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 08:31 PM)
[931] Loranna composes herself as P'Rassha comes up to her. "Hello P'Rassha; actually, you just missed them, I'm afraid," she says, coughing a bit to cover up a remaining chuckle. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the figure of Nalion approaching.
[933]
Nalion walked slowly over to Loranna, motioning to her that he would prefer a
more private talk. He looked well for someone who was injured as he was, he was
clad in a light, short-sleeved shirt and common pants. Only the Dagger of
Senses hung at his waist, his staff would be too much of a nuisance right now.
"Loranna, if you have a moment for me?" [934]
[935] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 11:23 PM)
[936] Nalion walked slowly
over to Loranna, motioning to her that he would prefer a more private talk. He
looked well for someone who was injured as he was, he was clad in a light,
short-sleeved shirt and common pants. Only the Dagger of Senses hung at his
waist, his staff would be too much of a nuisance right now.
"Loranna, if you have a moment for me?"
[938]
"Of course dear," Loranna says, excusing herself from Kethiah and
P'Rassha and walking with Nalion away from the Mage Guild. The streets were
full of organized chaos, and both Loranna and Nalion have to do some artful
stepping to avoid tripping over loose rubble or being bumped into by people
running to and fro.
Eventually they find their way back to the Nymph and Noggin, and Loranna steps
into one of the private meeting rooms, looking to Nalion. "You've got that
puzzled look on your face dear; what's wrong?" she asks.[939]
[940] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 10:28 PM)
[941] "Of course
dear," Loranna says, excusing herself from Kethiah and P'Rassha and
walking with Nalion away from the Mage Guild. The streets were full of
organized chaos, and both Loranna and Nalion have to do some artful stepping to
avoid tripping over loose rubble or being bumped into by people running to and
fro.
Eventually they find their way back to the Nymph and Noggin, and Loranna steps
into one of the private meeting rooms, looking to Nalion. "You've
got that puzzled look on your face dear; what's wrong?" she asks.
[943]
"I don't know, that's the problem. I just visited Zadion, because I wanted
to ask him about the items he ordered to be recovered from the Sload lair out
in the bay. Zadion however, could not be found at first. Apparently, he had
been absent without noticing anyone. Later on, I noticed Zadion had muddy
shoes... I don't know what to make of it. I didn't outright ask him, he did not
seem inclined to say anything. It may be nothing, just my imagination." [944]
[945] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 11:36 PM)
[946] "I don't know, that's the problem. I just visited Zadion, because I wanted to ask him about the items he ordered to be recovered from the Sload lair out in the bay. Zadion however, could not be found at first. Apparently, he had been absent without noticing anyone. Later on, I noticed Zadion had muddy shoes... I don't know what to make of it. I didn't outright ask him, he did not seem inclined to say anything. It may be nothing, just my imagination."
[948]
Loranna considers. "Well, the Guild's been in a state of controlled chaos
much like the whole city," she says, "and the Magister may have had
business elsewhere that he simply forgot to tell anyone about."
"Though it does seem a bit odd that said buisness would be out in the mud
somewhere," she reflects. [949]
[950] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Jan 13 2006, 10:14 PM)
[951] "Well, Looks like we might have some waiting to do. Shall we go find an inn?" Reeds asked.
[953]
"Not much else to do, is there?" Isidor asked, streching as he got
up. [954]
[955] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jan 13 2006, 09:40 PM)
[956] "Not much else to do, is there?" Isidor asked, streching as he got up.
[958]
"Not really. Follow me, I know a good place in the area." Reeds led
them out of the palace. [959]
[960] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 10:40 PM)
[961] Loranna
considers. "Well, the Guild's been in a state of controlled chaos
much like the whole city," she says, "and the Magister may have had
business elsewhere that he simply forgot to tell anyone about."
"Though it does seem a bit odd that said buisness would be out in the mud
somewhere," she reflects.
[963]
"Heh, possibly.", Nalion answered. "I probably was intimidated
by the book and the other items Zadion recovered. Considering that they were
made by a Sload..."
The mage scratched his head.
"This book I just mentioned. It was ancient. It apparently dealt with the
Old Ways. Mysticism. I am wondering what this Sload wanted with it. And it is
not complete, these seem to be only notes from another book. I asked Zadion
where I could find an original. He pointed me to Firsthold. I'll go there.
Maybe I'll find something that helps us finding out what this Sload wanted
here..." [964]
Slyvos followed behind silently, occasionally stopping for what seemed to be no reason, while staring at the damage done to the city. "..." And so he continued, wondering what this place Reeds spoke of is... [965]
[966] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 11:48 PM)
[967] "Heh,
possibly.", Nalion answered. "I probably was intimidated by the book
and the other items Zadion recovered. Considering that they were made by a
Sload..."
The mage scratched his head.
"This book I just mentioned. It was ancient. It apparently dealt with the
Old Ways. Mysticism. I am wondering what this Sload wanted with it. And it is
not complete, these seem to be only notes from another book. I asked Zadion
where I could find an original. He pointed me to Firsthold. I'll go there.
Maybe I'll find something that helps us finding out what this Sload wanted
here..."
[969]
"Firsthold?" Loranna looks wistful for a second, saying "I've
always wondered what it was like, and Tris never really told me much about
their trip ..."
She pauses for a moment, then asks "How is your magic coming along,
Nal?" in a more gentle tone of voice.[970]
[971] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 09:58 PM)
[972] "She qualifies as
exotic herself. Charismatic, even in a city of strong women like Anya,
Loranna, Kethiah . . . ."
Shaka seemed to change the subject. "Gistral, what is the Ra'Gada
attitude toward the undead, vampires for example?"
[974]
Gistral looked surprised at the sudden change of topic.
"The worship of Arkay is very strong in Hammerfell. We perform the proper
ritual on our dead, and thus, they are protected by his Law.", Gistral
explained. "The undead are an abomination to me, a mockery of the living.
Vampires... are worse. They feed on the living, they carry their curse in their
blood, threatening to turn those they bite - if they let them live when they
suck them dry. I heard of ancient vampires lurking in tombs, powerful,
deadly... They are a threat, and I would not hesitate to kill them. Luckily,
the sun hurts them, and holy ground will keep them away." [975]
[976] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 10:54 PM)
[977] "Firsthold?"
Loranna looks wistful for a second, saying "I've always wondered what it
was like, and Tris never really told me much about their trip ..."
She pauses for a moment, then asks "How is your magic coming along,
Nal?" in a more gentle tone of voice.
[979]
"I've never been to Firsthold.", Nalion replied, brushing through his
brown hair. "Tris hasn't told me either."
The mage grinned.
"I'd like to see the library Zadion spoke of. Sounds like a place to stay
for someone like me, though... I heard about the Altmer there. Well, I'll guess
I'll see."
Nalion sighed upon hearing Loranna's question about his magic. "No major
steps forward as of now, I fear. Though, no steps backwards either. I think I
need time to recover, time we may not have. I' not going to be unprotected
though. I'll make preparations, don't worry." [980]
[981] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 13 2006, 11:59 PM)
[982] Gistral looked
surprised at the sudden change of topic.
"The worship of Arkay is very strong in Hammerfell. We perform the proper
ritual on our dead, and thus, they are protected by his Law.", Gistral
explained. "The undead are an abomination to me, a mockery of the living.
Vampires... are worse. They feed on the living, they carry their curse in their
blood, threatening to turn those they bite - if they let them live when they
suck them dry. I heard of ancient vampires lurking in tombs, powerful,
deadly... They are a threat, and I would not hesitate to kill them. Luckily,
the sun hurts them, and holy ground will keep them away."
[984]
"Luckily," repeated Shaka tonelessly. He sat with folded hands,
looking down. Shaka wanted to tell Gistral the truth about Anya, how she had
been forced into her unlife, that she was a shapeshifter rather than some
easily-spotted ghoul . . . It was no use.
Though Gistral had fought by their sides and was an old comrade, Shaka wouldn't
be able to explain. It would be disloyal to Anya to attempt it. Shaka would let
it be her decision to tell him, if she ever did.
"Well, enough of lore, my friend," he at last said to Gistral.
"I'm going to find more work to do this afternoon, and perhaps the group
can meet in the Nymph and Noggin tonight."[985]
[986] QUOTE(syronj @ Jan 13 2006, 11:07 PM)
[987] "Luckily,"
repeated Shaka tonelessly. He sat with folded hands, looking down.
Shaka wanted to tell Gistral the truth about Anya, how she had been forced into
her unlife, that she was a shapeshifter rather than some easily-spotted ghoul .
. . It was no use.
Though Gistral had fought by their sides and was an old comrade, Shaka wouldn't
be able to explain. It would be disloyal to Anya to attempt it.
Shaka would let it be her decision to tell him, if she ever did.
"Well, enough of lore, my friend," he at last said to Gistral.
"I'm going to find more work to do this afternoon, and perhaps the group
can meet in the Nymph and Noggin tonight."
[989]
"I'm looking forward to a good draft of any alcoholic beverage right now.
This work is exhausting.", Gistral said. He didn't seemed aware of Shaka's
emotions, not surprisingly, since Argonians were still rather strange to him.
"I'll see you then!" [990]
[991] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 14 2006, 12:06 AM)
[992] "I've never been
to Firsthold.", Nalion replied, brushing through his brown hair.
"Tris hasn't told me either."
The mage grinned.
"I'd like to see the library Zadion spoke of. Sounds like a place to stay
for someone like me, though... I heard about the Altmer there. Well, I'll guess
I'll see."
Nalion sighed upon hearing Loranna's question about his magic. "No major
steps forward as of now, I fear. Though, no steps backwards either. I think I
need time to recover, time we may not have. I' not going to be unprotected
though. I'll make preparations, don't worry."
[994]
Loranna nods, and takes another look at Nalion's hands, her practised touch
avoiding the worst of his burns.
"I wish I would have picked up more enchanting know-how from Slyvos or
Allie by now," she says, sighing a bit. "So many times these days I
find myself thinking 'I need a trinket for this or that', but marrying magic to
items is still a bit beyond me. Still, I can make you up a salve for your hands
for your trip; I've still enough reagents stored up to whip up something."
"And also, if you get a chance to look at any books on alchemy while you're
there ..." Loranna says, sounding wistful once more.[995]
Dar'Tessir had been taking from the enemy soldiers after the battle. He hadn't come away with much, the bonebiter amulate he had aquired during the skirmish, a steel dagger (better than his old iron one), and some Redoran gold and personal jewlery, which he had used to buy or pawn for a meal and a room at the Noggin, a life of poverty had made him thrifty. Dar'Tessir was sitting on the bed like a cat, thinking. Dar'Tessir doesn't like battle he thought to himself while looking at his arm, the one that had been slashed and healed twice, It is much easier when Dar'Tessir can sneak around his problems, or dodge the blow of a single foe. He still had much of the money mistress Dalavesa had given him and decided to go down to the Nymph for a drink, he didn't like the cheaper concoctions in the Noggin. [996]
[997] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 11:13 PM)
[998] Loranna nods, and
takes another look at Nalion's hands, her practised touch avoiding the worst of
his burns.
"I wish I would have picked up more enchanting know-how from Slyvos or
Allie by now," she says, sighing a bit. "So many times these
days I find myself thinking 'I need a trinket for this or that', but marrying
magic to items is still a bit beyond me. Still, I can make you up a salve
for your hands for your trip; I've still enough reagents stored up to whip up
something."
"And also, if you get a chance to look at any books on alchemy while
you're there ..." Loranna says, sounding wistful once more.
[1000]
"Thank you, Loranna. I'd appreciate a salve and it's easy to use. I really
appreciate the efforts you've undertaken to get me on my feet again. I might
try to get a present for you in Firsthold as a token of my gratitude. Who knows
what treasures of old knowledge are lying there? I don't know what awaits me
there and how cooperative the Altmer are in Firsthold, but I'll keep my eyes
open and try to get copies of a few interesting books, hopefully."[1001]
[1002] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 14 2006, 12:23 AM)
[1003] "Thank you, Loranna. I'd appreciate a salve and it's easy to use. I really appreciate the efforts you've undertaken to get me on my feet again. I might try to get a present for you in Firsthold as a token of my gratitude. Who knows what treasures of old knowledge are lying there? I don't know what awaits me there and how cooperative the Altmer are in Firsthold, but I'll keep my eyes open and try to get copies of a few interesting books, hopefully."
[1005]
"Thanks dear," Loranna says, smiling. "Let's go see what I can
whip up."
As she turns to head out, she asks " ... Just out of curiosity, did
Magister Zadion seem nervous or anything?"[1006]
[1007] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 11:27 PM)
[1008] "Thanks
dear," Loranna says, smiling. "Let's go see what I can whip
up."
As she turns to head out, she asks " ... Just out of curiosity, did
Magister Zadion seem nervous or anything?"
[1010]
Nalion thought for a moment.
"No, he didn't seem nervous to me, he was friendly and helpful as ever.
Maybe it rained where he had to go. You know how the streets in some places are
when it had rained. Can't distinguish them from a swamp. Maybe I'm just being
paranoid." [1011]
[1012] QUOTE(Nalion @ Jan 14 2006, 12:40 AM)
[1013] Nalion thought for a
moment.
"No, he didn't seem nervous to me, he was friendly and helpful as ever.
Maybe it rained where he had to go. You know how the streets in some places are
when it had rained. Can't distinguish them from a swamp. Maybe I'm just being
paranoid."
[1015]
"Barenziah warned me about being paranoid," Loranna says, smiling.
"At the same time, it never hurts to be cautious, especially in dangerous
times like these. I'll look into the matter."
"Anyway, let's get back to the castle. There's still a lot to be done and
doubtless everyone's looking for me."[1016]
[1017] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 13 2006, 11:43 PM)
[1018] "Barenziah
warned me about being paranoid," Loranna says, smiling. "At the
same time, it never hurts to be cautious, especially in dangerous times like
these. I'll look into the matter."
"Anyway, let's get back to the castle. There's still a lot to be
done and doubtless everyone's looking for me."
[1020]
"I hope Barenziah is faring well. Considering the war, the assault on
Mournhold, and especially Goranthir..."
"I'll accompany you.", Nalion offered as they walked towards the
castle. "I've got some things to prepare, too. Making travel arrangements,
that sort of things." [1021]
Kragnemoor, The Arena
Drums beeted as the victorious slave lifted his axe into the air. The Argonian
had decided to compete in a tournement that was being held in the four day
celebration of Indoril Victory. The winner of the tournement would be granted
Freedom, and the impressive sum of 1000 gold. The Argonian knew he only had one
more person to beat before he could get his victory... and his Freedom... The
grate opened on the far side of the arena, and the assembled crouds gazed at
the gate expectently... but they did not expect who came out, a 'ooooohhhh!'
proclaiming from thier mouths
It was unmistakable who it was. The long, scarlet robes, the ice white hair,
the pointy beard, the ebony armour, the Dai-katana, the crowd started up,
'Faryon! Faryon! Faryon!'
The Argonian knew that Faryon was a formidable warrior, but what they didnt
know was that he (the argonian) was a skilled magician
'In my eyes, Lizard, you are already free. But now, you have a chance, you can
go, with your freedom and your prize money, or you can face me, and kill me
with no reprocussions... Guard, remove his bracer!' the guard did so, as the
Argonian said, 'Today is your last day, dunmer!'
Faryon said nothing, and drew his sword, a click of the fingers and it was
ablaze... [1022]
[1023] QUOTE(Shardie @ Jan 14 2006, 04:50 PM)
[1024] Kragnemoor, The
Arena
'Today is your last day, dunmer!'
Faryon said nothing, and drew his sword, a click of the fingers and it was
ablaze...
[1026]
The Argonian, his bracer free, charged at Faryon, his axe swinging around his
head, yelling hist curses, but the strike was cleanly parried by Faryons
flaming blade. Faryon didnt move beyond the parry, instead walking a few paces
back, and turning to face the argonian again. 'Not bad, try again' Faryon said.
Obviously he was having fun
The argonian wanted to wipe the smug smile off Faryon's face, so under his
breath, he whispered a ice ball spell. He blasted it, and charged once more at
Faryon with his axe. Yet without hesitation, Faryon removed a hand from his
sword, noting the approching spell, and cast a spell reflection, with his other
hand, He Lunged his blade at the Argonian, the sword pearcing his armour, but
no more. The Argonian screamed in pain, as he pulled back, as Faryon removed
his sword, and jumped and with a clean slash, the Argonian was dead, 'Scum' he
said before leaving as silently as he came, the crowd cheering once more,
'Faryon! Faryon! Faryon!' [1027]
And so it is time to
...
LOCK ON!!!
Loranna [1028]
[1029] QUOTE(Loranna @ Jan 14 2006, 03:15 AM)
[1030] And so it is time to
...
LOCK ON!!!
Loranna
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