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:
Loranna's Roleplay, while an open roleplay where everyone is invited to
join, is not a limitless or unregulated game. There are rules we have set
ourselves that make roleplaying easier and more enjoyable for everyone of us.
Please take the time and read the following guidelines carefully and, more
importantly, act according to them.
1. Have fun!
2. Fun does not mean you can do whatever you want, though.
Let us please clarify some points. 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's be very clear about what cannot be done without permission:
Affecting other characters:
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.
Major Events:
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.
For the purpose of coordinating this RP, backstage fun and discussing current
and future events, we have established a chatroom on chatspike.net, chatroom
#Loranna_RP. We strongly recommend that you have a glimpse in there, since it
is the easiest and most convenient way to discuss characters and settings,
explain rules, plan and give you the background information you need to play in
this RP. If you cannot get on the channel for some reason, or if the player
whose 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.
Here are various other rules, tips and information you should take time
to read before joining this RP:
1. Background History:
Loranna's RP has accumulated a rich background history. Of course, no-one can
know all that has happened in this RP, but it is important that you have at
least an idea about the major events that took place during the last
one-and-a-half years. There are a few posts of Loranna that explain the history
of the RP from her character's viewpoint and a summary of the events in the RP
is in progress, you can find them
http://www.tc.umn.edu/~rhod0091/lrp/temp.html. Another summary is available as
text file from Nalion, please ask via our chatspike channel or per PM to Nalion
for the time being. We are working on a more permanent solution to provide this
information.
The chatroom #Loranna_RP on chatspike is probably the best and fastest way to
get yourself informed about the RP, just ask the moderators and long-time players
there if you need any information. They will gladly help you. It is also very
advisable to read up on the most recent posts and threads to become a grasp of
what is happening right now in the RP. This will significantly help you in
finding a way to join the action and will reduce the probabiliy of mistakes.
2. Reading and catching up on the RP:
We're a dedicated lot of players, and we love this RP. This means we put a lot
of effort in our posts, do a lot of planning and discussing to create our
plotlines. This requires time and dedication. And we require this of you as
well. This means, take your time to read the posts of the other players and
take the time to catch up on the plot if it progressed while you were away.
This simplifies your rejoin into the action. It is also a sign of respect to
the other players. If you don't have the time to read their posts, why should
they bother with yours, then?
Again, please let me repeat this, for it is very important. If you are not able
or willing to put time and at least reasonable effort in this RP, think again
whether you want to join this RP or not.
3. Gathering information
Gather information about the RP, be it asking in chat, by reading older posts
and getting up to date on the history or by asking via PM. No-one can know
everything, sure, but everyone can ask about what happened. We're glad to
assist! Again, this can not be done without some interest in the ongoings in
the RP, effort and a good bit of dedication.
4. Roleplaying
Roleplaying doesn't just involve making your character say something
(in-character chat). It also has a descriptive element. Motions and emotions of
your character, worries, joys, mimics, movements... we want to see them!
Describe how your character acts, this gives you a better grasp of your
character and will help your fellow players build up a relationship to your
character. It's not only action and big fights we have here in this RP, there
is a major social aspect to it as well.
5. Posting
Try to take your time to post. Yes, we are aware that there are hectic scenes,
like in big combats, where some things move faster, but is it in general a good
idea to look over your post again to check it. Yes, we know it sounds stupid
and obvious, but please care about spelling, punctuation and grammar. They are
not just things you learned in school once to forget afterwards. We are no
decryption experts. Those grammar rules have their meaning, and there are tools
out there to help you(word spell checker for example). Again, the chat is a perfect
way to ask for
time and coordinate with other players if you have problems.
6. Character control / multiple characters
Once more, about controlling characters that belong to other players: You
cannot control a character that is not your own (with a few exceptions, like
having talked to the player of the character beforehand). This means most of
the time the following:
* In combat, you can only try to attack another character, but whether
you hit him or how much damage is inflicted is up to the player of the
character, and only him/her.
* This applies to healing or helping the character as well; feel free to try
and offer help to a character, but let the other player describe the effects of
the healing/helping.
* Especially in combat, you have to work closely with the other players, the
chatroom is the best and easiest method to discuss these things.
Another thing related to this topic is referring or speaking to other
characters whose players are not online. If possible, try to avoid involving
characters when their player is not present. It ties down your character while
waiting for the other player to come back, and you don't know whether the
respective player has other plans when he is back.
Additionally, avoid generating scenes where you involve a character, affect him
with an action and finish the action before the player can react (stealing,
attacking, casting spells or similar actions). Example: No running up to
someone, rob him and run away to safety all in one post. This is a no go.
Controlling multiple characters. We have no written limits on how many
characters you may control; the limit is you. In general, it is very advisable
that you stick to one character when you are new to RPing. When creating a
character, it is VERY important that you consider your character carefully.
Again, this has something to do with effort and dedication. It is generally a
bad sign if you join up, post a couple of posts and then say you are bored with
this character and make a new one. Other players might get annoyed greeting and
introducing their characters to a new character when it is obvious that this
character will not last long because the player gets bored with the new
character. This RP is a social RP as well, and it is very difficult to socialize
with a character that is badly played, where you can see by the style of
writing that the player is already bored with the character and will throw him
away at the next opportunity. RPing is all about characters and your character
is your "representative" in this RP, your voice, your arm, your mind.
Please take this into account when creating and playing your character.
As a general rule of thumb, use only one character until you feel comfortable
with him, can control him, have fun with him and the character is established
in the RP. The rest will run automatically after a while when you get more
confident and experienced in RPing.
7. Secret plans
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. Examples: Your character
suddenly remembers that he has a castles all over Tamriel and calls in troops
to help. Or: Your character suddenly reveals he is a spy of the Emperor and
knows everything.
8. Ingame consequences of character actions:
Morrowind the game was rather lenient when it came to direct consequences after
a character's action. This is not the case in our RP. There are laws and local
customs, and there are guards and other authorities that are there to enforce
them. So, starting tavern brawls, stealing, murdering, open assault and all
other related actions are very likely to be persecuted and punished (this can
go up from your character ending up in jail, being banished or to be executed).
This doesn't mean that there are no murders or thefts in the RP, but it does
mean that if you do that, be aware of the consequences your character will have
to deal with.
9. Additional helpful information:
Please make sure that you read the following post of Allerleirauh
http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737&view=findpost&p=2871855,
dealing with some of the above mentioned rules, as well as the hints on
character generation done by Loranna
http://www.elderscrolls.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=141737&view=findpost&p=3828224.
Please take the above mentioned rules and information into careful
consideration, they will help you in joining this RP quickly and are useful to
avoid problems. And more importantly: act according to them!
** Not following the above advice will only result in two things: your
post is likely to be completely ignored by everyone else as if it did not
happen and/or you are asked to leave the RP. This is obviously not good for
anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing them and act according to
the rules mentioned above. **
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: Loranna is in Ald Raathim, where she awaits further word
from Alas and Alack regarding the forged orders. She has also asked her friends
to split up and go to Black Marsh to retrieve Hist Sap, and Sentinel to
petition the Temple of Arkay to aid them in combatting Mannimarco and Geht. She
has also had another talk with Anya, one which ended fruitfully.
Gram, on the other hand, has recently fought Dark Brotherhood assassins in
Firsthold and continues the search for Glacia, a search which leads south of
the capital city of Summerset.[1]
Summary
Kethiah, ex-assassin, mother, and tavernkeep, is at the Nymph and Noggin,
tending to business and grateful that her brother-in-law Ingmar is there to
help her.
Alas and Alack, Khajiiti ex-smugglers, false priests of Zenithar, Loranna’s
excise and import/export agents (and secretly, her Spymasters) are compiling
reports about activities in Blacklight, where the forged letter Llana had
copied was brought.
Summerset: The River to Bourrill
Erenius, Reeds, Isidor, and Gram in their race to find Glacia Rysleire finally
found a link in a servant girl named Thrandra at the Rysleire Manor. Though the
girl claimed that Glacia was in Lillandril, the heroes decided to follow a
different path first, knowing that Thrandra has a cousin named Himble, a
fisherman with a family “down south” in Bourrill. After dealing with a trio of
Dark Brotherhood assassins who were scoping out the Manor, they began making
inquiries about Bourrill.
There was no Mages Guild transport to Bourrill, of course. Nor, they
discovered, any roads. Bourrill was a village on an island in the river, about
half a day’s journey, and there was no other way to get there than by fishing
boat. After talking to several fishermen who at first thought they were joking
(“No one goes to Bourrill, what do you think there is to do there?”), they
found an Altmer fisher by the name of Quilge willing to transport them.
The skiff brought them out of Firsthold into the southern forests, which were
an astonishing change from the beautiful but very unnatural cityscape they had
been in.
OOC – Due to my schedule and others, it may be a few days before this
subplot is able to be continued with everyone on. Those involved can and should
feel free to chat as they sail down the river.
[2]
Vaan's Summary:
Vaan has just come back from Port Telvanni, and has rejoined the group. There
is, however, no rest for the wicked: He's about to go off and assist them in
their plans against the God of Worms.
Necron's Summary:
Necron is pen-pushing in the temple. [3]
Summary
Nalion
As the plot around the rise of Mannimarco continues to unfold, Nalion, a male
Breton mage has volunteered to go to Stormhold in Argonia and try to acquire
the sap of a Hist tree. The party hopes that this would enable them to pass
through the field of death Mannimarco's power had created in the Ephesus region
of Hammerfell.
Dana
Still trying to get over her terrible experiences in Tel Dresori, Dana, a
female Redguard healer and bard, has talked to Sivartus and Nalion. Since she
fears that she might not be very useful in Blackmarsh, Dana volunteered to go
to Sentinel, her home town, and ask the priesthood of Arkay for help in their
quest to invesitgate and stop Mannimarco's investigations.
Gistral
While aware of the situation, Gistral, a Redguard warrior, finds that he is
still needed in Ald Raathim. [4]
Summary: As he had left his childhood village in Black Marsh before he could undergo the adulthood initiation rites, and thinks his people will still refuse to share the secrets of the Hist with him, Shaka has volunteered for the group travelling to the temple of Arkay.[5]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws had heard that a group would have to go to Argonia to
retrieve the sacred Hist sap. At first he balked, the Hist are sacred to his
people, but upon hearing the reasons he decided to go see Loranna. They would
need a native born and raised argonian, such as himself, if they wanted any
chance of success. Slashes language skills would be useful as well, he could
speak, read, and write perfect Hist.
OOC: I am back for a few days! [6]
ooc: Isidor, male
nord, is sailing down a river in Firsthold.
Ingmar, Isidor's brother, is tending to the tavern while Isidor's being a bad
father.
Tsei, female argonian, has reappeared in Ald Raathim and offered her help in
getting the Hist Tree Sap. [7]
*...Summary: Osa is still helping with the rebuilding effort and questioning the Imperial (know known as Donovan Xavierius) about some families that left before the war and still haven't returned...namely what the higher-ups intend to do with so many damaged buildings and little help in fixing them...Donovan has suggested hiring an Orc work crew from The Dragontail Mountains, Osa is contemplating how successful this endeavor might be...* [8]
Kintain's Summary:
Sensing a great battle at Ald'Raathim, Kintain Gascolinq made his way through
the nearby forests, and arrived at the gate, his cloak covering his eyes. [9]
Summary: Athaso Sethen, Dunmeri Rogue, is in the Nymph and Noggin and has opted he would prefer to go to Sentinel and stay out of the dangers of Argonia; making him the fourth (i believe) to travel to Sentinel. [10]
OOC Summary
Reichi Sari is at the Nymh and Noggin, getting drunk/getting ready for a trip
to a Clan Bathogorgen's sanctuary in Cyrodiil with Anya. [11]
Vaan decided that it
would be best if he went to Sentinel rather than Argonia. He did not want to
compromise this vital mission based on the Argonian's intolerance of Dunmer, and
probably Telvanni too. Most people in Sentinel probably did not even know what
a Telvanni was, so he'd be fine going there.
"Loranna, if it's okay, I would like to accompany the group to
Sentinel." [12]
Kintain walked through
the streets of Ald'Raathim; he had never been to this city before. He noticed a
building with a large sign above it, and candles in the windows; somewhere he
could go to get rest.
Gascolinq approached a passer-by, and pointed to the building.
"Excuse me...but, what does that sign say?" He asked, gesturing to
the Nymph and Noggin.
"That's the Nymph and Noggin, a nice bar if I say so myself. Your not from
around here, are you?" The man asked, eyeing
Kintain strangely. Kintain shook his head, though thanked the
man, and walked into the bar. Taking off his hood, he approached the barkeep,
and sat down slowly. He removed a
small saphire from his pocket, setting it onto the bar in front of the barkeep.
"I need a place to sleep...and maybe a drink. Keep the change." He
said quietly. The barkeep quickly took the saphire, smiling, and poured
Gascolinq a tall non-alcoholic Syrup Brandy. He sipped it slowly, as the
barkeeper handed him a key and told him which room was his. While drinking, he
eyed
the others in the bar, mostly drunks and such. But one character caught his
eye, an old Dunmer drinking something,
probably alcohol. [13]
Summary
Erenius, along with the others searching for Glacia, is enroute to Bourrill. [14]
Summary
Sivartus has just volunteered to go to Sentinel, and speak with the Temple of
Arkay. He has prepared all of his potions, and other such items he will need
with him, and is currently in the Nymph & Noggin common room, taking notes
from various magic books. [15]
The Nymph and
Noggin
Two Redguards, a tall male clad in sand coloured clothes, black hair tied back
with a ring of hammered silver and a female with dark red hair and dressed in
soft leather stood in a corner of the Nymph, talking to each other.
"So you're leaving for Sentinel, Dana?", the man asked.
"Yes. You know the recent issues that have arisen.", the woman called
Dana answered, brushing through her hair. "I've got no stomach for
fighting, not after what happened at Tel Dresori. I don't want to look useless,
though. Maybe being home will help me - and turn out some hints how to resolve
all these troubles. I keep hoping for the priests of Arkay."
"You're a good friend, Dana. And you're braver than you think you
are.", Gistral said with a grin and patted her on the shoulder. "What
you've made through is bad, but with time, it will heal."
"Many people have told me this already, Gistral.", Dana answered, clasping
his hand. "I'll try my best. Farewell, my friend."
"I'm expecting nothing less.", Gistral said, shaking her hand and
embracing her. "You'll do well. I've got some errands to take care of.
Best of success."
Dana nodded, looking after Gistral as he left the tavern. She took a seat at a
table, unbuckled her sword and leaned it against her chair. The redhaired woman
opened a bag that was slung around her shoulders and pulled out a lute. Looking
thoughtfully at the instrument, she placed it on the table in front of her,
still gazing at it. [16]
Commander
Slashes-With-Claws had been accepted on the trip to Argonia; it had not taken
much convincing.
His argonian battle armor was polished and ready, the black plates and dark
green metal scales glistened. His argonian spear on his back.
He stopped in the Nymph and Noggin for a Heshkal. [17]
Kintain looked up from
his sweet, non alcoholic drink to a heavily armored Argonian. He appeared to be
someone with a high seat of power, judging by his armor. It was the first suit
of Argonian battle armor he had seen in over six years. He could not help but
speaking.
"Are you from Argonia? How fares the Marsh?" He asked, standing up
straight. He wanted to make a good impression
on this Argonian, who was obviously a soldier. [18]
[19] QUOTE(ristaag @ Feb 24 2006, 08:49 PM)
[20] Kintain looked up from his sweet, non
alcoholic drink to a heavily armored Argonian. He appeared to be someone with a
high seat of power, judging by his armor. It was the first suit of Argonian
battle armor he had seen in over six years. He could not help but speaking.
"Are you from Argonia? How fares the Marsh?" He asked, standing up
straight. He wanted to make a good impression
on this Argonian, who was obviously a soldier.
[22]
Slashes turned his attention to the Breton who approached; no not Breton, the
color and smell were wrong, and the ears were slightly larger. A mix breed, had
a Dunmer father.
He replied politely, slightly puzzled by the warmblood’s straight stance,
"Yes, I am from Argonia; hatched and raised there. Last I was there things
were well in the marsh, but that was a year ago. I have heard that there is
much going on right now at the boarder." He cocked his head slightly,
looking the softskin over; he had noticed that the softskin referred to his
homeland by its proper name of Argonian, and not the imperial name of Black
Marsh. "Have you been there before?" [23]
Gascolinq sighed
slightly, taking another gulp of the Syrup Brandy.
"I grew up in the Marsh. But that was a long time ago." He set down
the cup, smiled, and extended his hand towards the Argonian. "I am Kintain.
Just Kintain. A pleasure to meet you." He said. [24]
The Nymph and
Noggin
A Breton man in his middle ages entered the Nymph. He was wearing dark green
coloured clothes and was armed with a staff that glinted slightly purple in the
right angle. A leather case was slung over his shoulders and hung at his side,
and a leather sheath showing the hilt of a finely crafted dagger was fastened
to his belt. The man had brown hair and matching eyes and a small beard on his
lips.
The man spotted Slashes-with-Claws talking to what seemed to be another Breton
and approached him, hearing the most recent words that have been spoken.
"An interrogation in the Nymph?", Nalion asked with a grin, nodding
to the Argonian and the new face. [25]
[26] QUOTE(ristaag @ Feb 24 2006, 09:10 PM)
[27] Gascolinq sighed slightly, taking another
gulp of the Syrup Brandy.
"I grew up in the Marsh. But that was a long time ago." He set down
the cup, smiled, and extended his hand towards the Argonian. "I am
Kintain. Just Kintain. A pleasure to meet you." He said.
[29]
Slashes-With-Claws shook the hand, being polite. "I am Slashes-With-Claws;
Commander of the army of Ald Raathim. You say you grew up in the marsh? Which
area?" He had not met many of the warmbloods who actually lived in the
marsh.[30]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 24 2006, 09:12 PM)
[31] The Nymph and Noggin
The man spotted Slashes-with-Claws talking to what seemed to be another Breton
and approached him, hearing the most recent words that have been spoken.
"An interrogation in the Nymph?", Nalion asked with a grin, nodding
to the Argonian and the new face.
[33]
Slashes recognized the Breton. "Greetings to you, I have not seen you in
some time. This man says he was raised in Argonia, most interesting I think.
How is your day?" [34]
[35] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Feb 24 2006, 06:13 PM)
[36] Slashes-With-Claws shook the hand, being polite. "I am Slashes-With-Claws; Commander of the army of Ald Raathim. You say you grew up in the marsh? Which area?" He had not met many of the warmbloods who actually lived in the marsh.
[38]
"I am from the north, in a village near Stormhold. The Marsh meant much to
me, before I was taken as a slave to Vaardenfel. It is a strange tale, I admit,
as are many of woodsmen." He answered, taking a deep gulp of the Brandy.
He turned his attention to the other Breton, though did not speak, for fear of
interupting. [39]
[40] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Feb 24 2006, 08:13 PM)
[41] Slashes recognized the Breton. "Greetings to you, I have not seen you in some time. This man says he was raised in Argonia, most interesting I think. How is your day?"
QUOTE(ristaag @ Feb 24 2006, 08:24 PM)
[45] "I am from the north, in a village near Stormhold. The Marsh meant much to me, before I was taken as a slave to Vaardenfel. It is a strange tale, I admit, as are many of woodsmen." He answered, taking a deep gulp of the Brandy. He turned his attention to the other Breton, though did not speak, for fear of interupting.
[47]
"I'm where I am needed.", Nalion answered to Slashes-with-Claws.
"We'll be going south soon. My day is good so far. However, if I remember
my last stay in Black Marsh, we'll get wet soon."
The mage grinned at the Argonian.
Nalion looked curiously at the Breton, wondering about the tone of his skin and
the story he told.
"An enslaved Breton who has stayed in the Marsh?", Nalion asked.
"A very unusual tale that you tell. If I may introduce myself, I am called
Nalion." [48]
"I would rather not talk about it. But forgive my manners, I am Kintain. And a pleasure to meet you." Gascolinq replied, staring at the Breton named Nalion. Why was everyone so interested in the fact that he was a slave? [49]
OOC: Summary
Dar'Tessir, male Suthay-Raht Nightblade, is in the Nymph & Noggin enjoying
a Cyrodiilic Brandy as well as the time between now and the expedition to the
Black Marsh. [50]
*...After a rather lengthy pondering, Osa finally decides that a trek to the Dragontail Mountains was in order...returning to The Nymph and Noggin she hears rumor that a group is about to make way for Sentinel...after acquiring her leather bag, she returns to the barroom and prepares to leave for the Mages Guild...* [51]
Ald Raathim, the
Nymph and Noggin
Nalion nodded to Slashes-with-Claws and the others who had volunteered to go to
Black Marsh.
"I suppose we're ready, aren't we?", he asked his companions.
"Let's not waste any time then. We'll meet at the Mages Guild and
transport to Stormhold. Get what equipment you need... and something
waterproof"
The mage grinned at his last sentence, winking at the Argonians that were
present.
Dana joined them for a brief moment to wave goodbye and see them off, then
returned to her table, ordering a drink. [52]
[53] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 24 2006, 09:18 PM)
[54] Ald Raathim, the Nymph and Noggin
Nalion nodded to Slashes-with-Claws and the others who had volunteered to go to
Black Marsh.
"I suppose we're ready, aren't we?", he asked his companions.
"Let's not waste any time then. We'll meet at the Mages Guild and
transport to Stormhold. Get what equipment you need... and something
waterproof"
The mage grinned at his last sentence, winking at the Argonians that were
present.
Dana joined them for a brief moment to wave goodbye and see them off, then
returned to her table, ordering a drink.
[56]
Loranna was waiting at the Mage Guild to wish people off.
"I've sent word ahead to the guild in Stormhold; they'll be expecting
you," she says, smiling at her companions and passing out some potions.
"Cure and resist disease potions and water breathing potions; you'll want
these just in case," she says, winking to Nalion.
Then, it was off to
Stormhold
The first thing that struck the new arrivals when transporting to the Stormhold
guild was the sound of rain hitting the roof, proof of the ever-present storms
that gave the city its name. It seeped into the cracks in the mortar, soaked
into the walls; peoplecould almost taste the damp, musty air that permeated the
building.
The second thing that struck the party, particularly those who had never been
in an Argonian city before, was the color; the mages of the Guild, all
Argonains, were a striking display of color, with dazzling blues, vibrant
greens, shimmering reds and oranges, and sparkling blacks. Though many
warmbloods tended to think Argonians looked alike, the Mage Guildalone put that
lie to rest; here were majestic crests, there gleaming spikes and almost
delicate frills, and still there scaled hoods which only served to intensify
the aura of enigmatic and secret knowledge the lizard-mages possessed.
The ruby-colored Guild Guide, a clear-spoken female called Seven Stars, bowed
as the party appeared, speaking to Nalion directly. "Welcome back,
friend," she says, her eyes regarding the group with seeming placidness -
though Tsei and Slashes could instantly tell that Seven Stars was feeling
anxious and wary as she looked over the group.
"The Duchess Loranna has sent word of the nature of your quest, and the
Archmagister has approved us to lend you every assistance," she says,
looking now to Slashes and Tsei and adding, in Hist, "Marshbrother and
sister, it gladdens my heart to see two of the Root among these warmbloods
..."[57]
"These are warmbloods you can trust," Tsei replied, also in hist. "Otherwise we wouldn't have brought them." Pausing for a moment, she said, "What did the duchess tell you about our quest?" [58]
Stormhold[59]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 09:30 PM)
[60] The first thing that struck the new arrivals
when transporting to the Stormhold guild was the sound of rain hitting the
roof, proof of the ever-present storms that gave the city its name. It
seeped into the cracks in the mortar, soaked into the walls; peoplecould almost
taste the damp, musty air that permeated the building.
The second thing that struck the party, particularly those who had never been
in an Argonian city before, was the color; the mages of the Guild, all
Argonains, were a striking display of color, with dazzling blues, vibrant
greens, shimmering reds and oranges, and sparkling blacks. Though many
warmbloods tended to think Argonians looked alike, the Mage Guildalone put that
lie to rest; here were majestic crests, there gleaming spikes and almost delicate
frills, and still there scaled hoods which only served to intensify the aura of
enigmatic and secret knowledge the lizard-mages possessed.
The ruby-colored Guild Guide, a clear-spoken female called Seven Stars, bowed
as the party appeared, speaking to Nalion directly. "Welcome back,
friend," she says, her eyes regarding the group with seeming placidness -
though Tsei and Slashes could instantly tell that Seven Stars was feeling
anxious and wary as she looked over the group.
"The Duchess Loranna has sent word of the nature of your quest, and the
Archmagister has approved us to lend you every assistance," she says,
looking now to Slashes and Tsei and adding, in Hist, "Marshbrother and
sister, it gladdens my heart to see two of the Root among these warmbloods
..."
[62]
Nalion bowed to Seven-Stars.
"We are honoured of your offer of help. It has been some time since I have
been here and much has happened.", Nalion said to the Argonian female.
"We are coming in need, but explaining it is better be left to our
Argonian friends. They know your ways better than I do and will be able to
explain better. However, one question I have still. I hope the Inferno is still
doing well and will give us shelter?"
A drop of water dripped from the ceiling and fell on Nalion's brow. He smiled
upwards towards the roof and wiped it away with a sleeve. [63]
Slashes felt
wonderful. The air was almost thick with humidity, it felt great on his scales.
He could not wait to get out in the rain. His armor, being designed by
argonians for use in marsh combat, would not rust. He easily understood the
argonian female, Seven Stars.
He introduced himself, speaking Hist and using his real name, "I am Hesek,
soldier of the army of our people. I am honored by your greeting
marshsister." [64]
[65] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 09:30 PM)
[66] Loranna was waiting at the Mage Guild to
wish people off.
"I've sent word ahead to the guild in Stormhold; they'll be expecting
you," she says, smiling at her companions and passing out some
potions. "Cure and resist disease potions and water breathing
potions; you'll want these just in case," she says, winking to Nalion.
Then, it was off to
Stormhold
The first thing that struck the new arrivals when transporting to the Stormhold
guild was the sound of rain hitting the roof, proof of the ever-present storms
that gave the city its name. It seeped into the cracks in the mortar,
soaked into the walls; peoplecould almost taste the damp, musty air that
permeated the building.
The second thing that struck the party, particularly those who had never been
in an Argonian city before, was the color; the mages of the Guild, all
Argonains, were a striking display of color, with dazzling blues, vibrant
greens, shimmering reds and oranges, and sparkling blacks. Though many
warmbloods tended to think Argonians looked alike, the Mage Guildalone put that
lie to rest; here were majestic crests, there gleaming spikes and almost delicate
frills, and still there scaled hoods which only served to intensify the aura of
enigmatic and secret knowledge the lizard-mages possessed.
The ruby-colored Guild Guide, a clear-spoken female called Seven Stars, bowed
as the party appeared, speaking to Nalion directly. "Welcome back,
friend," she says, her eyes regarding the group with seeming placidness -
though Tsei and Slashes could instantly tell that Seven Stars was feeling
anxious and wary as she looked over the group.
"The Duchess Loranna has sent word of the nature of your quest, and the
Archmagister has approved us to lend you every assistance," she says,
looking now to Slashes and Tsei and adding, in Hist, "Marshbrother and
sister, it gladdens my heart to see two of the Root among these warmbloods
..."
[68]
Dar'Tessir thanked Loranna for the potions.
When he arrived in Stormhold he wasn't wery happy. He heard the rain and
frankly he had never been a big fan of wet. Dar'Tessir should have expected
this. Stormhold is the city's name and Dar'Tessir is in Argonia he thought
to himself with a rueful smile. Though he did feel a bit smarter for having
bought the oil-treated leather hood before he left. He had had to cut holes in
it because it made his ears uncomfortable.
His annoyance at the rain was quickly overshadowed by the amazing and exotic
Mage's Guild and its inhabitants. Though he was wary that the Argonian spoke in
Hist, it always unsettled him when people spoke in languages they knew he did
not understand in front of him [69]
[70] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Feb 24 2006, 09:36 PM)
[71] "These are warmbloods you can trust," Tsei replied, also in hist. "Otherwise we wouldn't have brought them." Pausing for a moment, she said, "What did the duchess tell you about our quest?"
[73]
"She has told us that you seek the sap of the Hist, to combat the evil of
the necromancer god," Seven Stars says in Hist, her lips pulling back into
an Argonian grimace. "Were it for any other reason, asked by any other
people, we would not even have agreed to offer what help we are offering now
... but we remember these warmbloods from their last visit, and have heard how
they helped save us all from the machinations of Azura."[74]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 24 2006, 09:37 PM)
[75] Stormhold
Nalion bowed to Seven-Stars.
"We are honoured of your offer of help. It has been some time since I have
been here and much has happened.", Nalion said to the Argonian female.
"We are coming in need, but explaining it is better be left to our
Argonian friends. They know your ways better than I do and will be able to
explain better. However, one question I have still. I hope the Inferno is still
doing well and will give us shelter?"
A drop of water dripped from the ceiling and fell on Nalion's brow. He smiled
upwards towards the roof and wiped it away with a sleeve.
[77]
An emerald-colored Argonian youth bounds in, leaping like a toad, to land near
Nalion, looking up with wide eyes.
"I remember you! You were one of the ones to go into Gemin!" he says
in Tamrielic, bouncing excitedly in place. "What was it like? What things
did you see? Are you going back there again?"
"Peel," Seven Stars says gently in the same language, "our
guests have only just arrived; what have we told you?" The youth slumps
slightly, looking chastened.[78]
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Feb 24 2006, 09:42 PM)
[79] Slashes felt wonderful. The air was
almost thick with humidity, it felt great on his scales. He could not
wait to get out in the rain. His armor, being designed by argonians for
use in marsh combat, would not rust. He easily understood the argonian
female, Seven Stars.
He introduced himself, speaking Hist and using his real name, "I am Hesek,
soldier of the army of our people. I am honored by your greeting
marshsister."
[81]
"And I am honored to meet you, Hesek," Seven Stars replies, in Hist,
before switching back to Tamrielic. "Arrangements have been made at the
Inferno inn for you; tomorrow, you will have guides to take you to Hears the
Whispers, a ... man who can help you." She pauses a moment.
"You will have to plead your case to Hears the Whispers; we can do no more
than guide you to him," she explains. "He is a very wise Argonian; he
will judge whether the Hist sap can be granted you or not."[82]
[83] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 09:52 PM)
[84] "She has told us that you seek the sap
of the Hist, to combat the evil of the necromancer god," Seven Stars says
in Hist, her lips pulling back into an Argonian grimace. "Were it
for any other reason, asked by any other people, we would not even have agreed
to offer what help we are offering now ... but we remember these warmbloods
from their last visit, and have heard how they helped save us all from the
machinations of Azura."
"You will have to plead your case to Hears the Whispers; we can do no more
than guide you to him," she explains. "He is a very wise
Argonian; he will judge whether the Hist sap can be granted you or not."
[86]
Tsei nods to Seven Stars. "Well, I am grateful for your help, marshsister.
It is nice to see that some of us are receptive to other races ... As for the
Inferno, I have relatives in the city, I'll stay with them." [87]
[88] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 09:52 PM)
[89] "She has told us that you seek the sap
of the Hist, to combat the evil of the necromancer god," Seven Stars says
in Hist, her lips pulling back into an Argonian grimace. "Were it
for any other reason, asked by any other people, we would not even have agreed
to offer what help we are offering now ... but we remember these warmbloods
from their last visit, and have heard how they helped save us all from the
machinations of Azura."
An emerald-colored Argonian youth bounds in, leaping like a toad, to land near
Nalion, looking up with wide eyes.
"I remember you! You were one of the ones to go into Gemin!" he
says in Tamrielic, bouncing excitedly in place. "What was it
like? What things did you see? Are you going back there
again?"
"Peel," Seven Stars says gently in the same language, "our
guests have only just arrived; what have we told you?" The youth
slumps slightly, looking chastened.
"And I am honored to meet you, Hesek," Seven Stars replies, in Hist,
before switching back to Tamrielic. "Arrangements have been made at
the Inferno inn for you; tomorrow, you will have guides to take you to Hears
the Whispers, a ... man who can help you." She pauses a
moment.
"You will have to plead your case to Hears the Whispers; we can do no more
than guide you to him," she explains. "He is a very wise Argonian;
he will judge whether the Hist sap can be granted you or not."
[91]
Nalion looked at the Argonian youth curiously at first, trying to remember who
he was. Then, he had noticed his leaping and as he heard his name, Nalion
smiled.
"Hello Peel.", the mage said. "I see you have grown a bit. Gemin
was... unpleasant. Much was not living there anymore, and it was an opposite to
the life I see here. Peel, would you be so kind as to lead us to the Inferno
again? And I hope we can find appropriate shelter for our Argonian friends. I
would guess that they would more enjoy the shelter and food of their
culture."
Nalion thanked Seven-Stars.
"We are aware that we are delving into ancient secrets of your people,
Seven-Stars. Traditions that are not ours. Please be assured that we do not
seek this help without grave reasons." [92]
Slashes had seen the
Inferno before, it was suited for warmbloods, not argonians, not native ones
anyway; it would be too dry inside, and the food was not as good.
In Hist he said. "I am sorry, but the Inferno is not to my liking; I would
prefer accommodations more suited to a native." [93]
[94] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Feb 24 2006, 10:04 PM)
[95] Slashes had seen the Inferno before, it was
suited for warmbloods, not argonians, not native ones anyway; it would be too
dry inside, and the food was not as good.
In Hist he said. "I am sorry, but the Inferno is not to my liking; I would
prefer accommodations more suited to a native."
[97]
"You're welcome to stay with me and my relatives," Tsei replied, a
half-smile becoming barely readable on her face. "My aunt and uncle live
near the Inferno." [98]
Dar'Tessir was glad they wouldn't have to set out immediately. Perhaps the Rain will stop, he thought, though he doubted it. He also wasn't too sure about the name "the Inferno." [99]
[100] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Feb 24 2006, 11:06 PM)
[101] "You're welcome to stay with me and my relatives," Tsei replied, a half-smile becoming barely readable on her face. "My aunt and uncle live near the Inferno."
[103]
Slashes was happy to hear this, staying with Tsei's family. He gladly accepted,
"Thank you Tsei, that is most kind of you." A hint of affection came
across his face as he looked at Tsei. He was also impressed by how quickly she
learned to speak Hist.
To Seven Stars he said, "I am sure that Hears the Whispers will find our
cause most honorable and that the use of the sacred sap will be for the
good."
Seeing the young Argonian enter, who apparently knew his companions, he greeted
him, "Greetings to you marshbrother. I see you have met my friends
before."
All he had said was spoken in perfect Hist.[104]
[105] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 24 2006, 10:03 PM)
[106] Nalion looked at the
Argonian youth curiously at first, trying to remember who he was. Then, he had
noticed his leaping and as he heard his name, Nalion smiled.
"Hello Peel.", the mage said. "I see you have grown a bit. Gemin
was... unpleasant. Much was not living there anymore, and it was an opposite to
the life I see here. Peel, would you be so kind as to lead us to the Inferno
again? And I hope we can find appropriate shelter for our Argonian friends. I
would guess that they would more enjoy the shelter and food of their
culture."
Nalion thanked Seven-Stars.
"We are aware that we are delving into ancient secrets of your people,
Seven-Stars. Traditions that are not ours. Please be assured that we do not
seek this help without grave reasons."
[108]
Peel looks to Seven Stars, who nods, reminding Nalion "Just so long as he
does not leave the city, and is back before nightfall."
"Undead monsters?" Peel looks at Nalion with obvious wonder and
revulsion. "You are very strong and brave; what other adventures have you
had?" he asks as he starts leaping for the front gate.[109]
QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Feb 24 2006, 10:12 PM)
[110] Slashes was happy to
hear this, staying with Tsei's family. He gladly accepted, "Thank
you Tsei, that is most kind of you." A hint of affection came across
his face as he looked at Tsei. He was also impressed by how quickly she
learned to speak Hist.
To Seven Stars he said, "I am sure that Hears the Whispers will find our
cause most honorable and that the use of the sacred sap will be for the
good."
Seeing the young Argonian enter, who apparently knew his companions, he greeted
him, "Greetings to you marshbrother. I see you have met my friends
before."
All he had said was spoken in perfect Hist.
[112]
"Hi!" Peel says to Slashes, in Hist. "Are you a warrior? Is it
true that Morrowind is at war and that monsters from the sea are fighting
against the warmbloods?"
Seven Stars says in Hist "May your prey always be within your grasp,
marshbrother and sister," adding in Tamrielic " ... and may fortune
be with you and your warmblood friends. Should you need any magical items for
your journey, we have a varied selection."
Peel laughs and leads the party outside, where the city of Stormhold lays
before them, built on giant stilts towering over a surging, primal swamp,
covered bridges linking the platforms. Dar'Tessir can quickly see that the rain
shows no sign of stopping, and indeed covers all of the large city; at best, it
looks like the rain thins out to a mist at the very outskirts.
Peel leads the party along the walkways and bridges with incredible dexterity,
never once pausing to look below to the black churning depths. "I heard
the nagas we ran into last time were killed in the swamps," he chatters to
Nalion. "Brr; anything that can take the nagas out ..."
[113]
[114] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Feb 24 2006, 10:12 PM)
[115] Slashes was happy to
hear this, staying with Tsei's family. He gladly accepted, "Thank
you Tsei, that is most kind of you." A hint of affection came across
his face as he looked at Tsei. He was also impressed by how quickly she
learned to speak Hist.
All he had said was spoken in perfect Hist.
[117]
Tsei said, "I'll take you over there, after we see the others to the
Inferno."
She smiled at Peel; his energy and happiness was infectious.[118]
[119] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 10:32 PM)
[120] Peel looks to Seven
Stars, who nods, reminding Nalion "Just so long as he does not leave the
city, and is back before nightfall."
"Undead monsters?" Peel looks at Nalion with obvious wonder and
revulsion. "You are very strong and brave; what other adventures
have you had?" he asks as he starts leaping for the front gate.
"Hi!" Peel says to Slashes, in Hist. "Are you a
warrior? Is it true that Morrowind is at war and that monsters from the
sea are fighting against the warmbloods?"
Seven Stars says in Hist "May your prey always be within your grasp,
marshbrother and sister," adding in Tamrielic " ... and may fortune
be with you and your warmblood friends. Should you need any magical items
for your journey, we have a varied selection."
Peel laughs and leads the party outside, where the city of Stormhold lays
before them, built on giant stilts towering over a surging, primal swamp,
covered bridges linking the platforms. Dar'Tessir can quickly see that
the rain shows no sign of stopping, and indeed covers all of the large city; at
best, it looks like the rain thins out to a mist at the very outskirts.
Peel leads the party along the walkways and bridges with incredible dexterity,
never once pausing to look below to the black churning depths. "I
heard the nagas we ran into last time were killed in the swamps," he
chatters to Nalion. "Brr; anything that can take the nagas out
..."
[122]
"Believe me, Peel, when we were in those vaults, I sometimes wished I
didn't leave the city and had been back before nightfall.", Nalion
answered Peel, nodding to Tsei about her words on the young Argonian.
When they stepped outside, Nalion wrapped his cloak tighly aroung himself and
pulled the hood deep into his face. Soon, the cloak was soaked. The mage,
though hurrying after Peel and trying not to get soaked to the bones, still
looked in amazement at the city, wondering how the Argonians kept the stilts of
the walkways from rotting.
"Yes... the Nagas. I remember.", Nalion said. He didn't mention that
the Nagas had attacked the party on their way to the Vaults...[123]
[124] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 11:32 PM)
[125] "Hi!" Peel
says to Slashes, in Hist. "Are you a warrior? Is it true that
Morrowind is at war and that monsters from the sea are fighting against the
warmbloods?"
Seven Stars says in Hist "May your prey always be within your grasp,
marshbrother and sister," adding in Tamrielic " ... and may fortune
be with you and your warmblood friends. Should you need any magical items
for your journey, we have a varied selection."
Peel laughs and leads the party outside, where the city of Stormhold lays
before them, built on giant stilts towering over a surging, primal swamp,
covered bridges linking the platforms. Dar'Tessir can quickly see that
the rain shows no sign of stopping, and indeed covers all of the large city; at
best, it looks like the rain thins out to a mist at the very outskirts.
Peel leads the party along the walkways and bridges with incredible dexterity,
never once pausing to look below to the black churning depths. "I
heard the nagas we ran into last time were killed in the swamps," he
chatters to Nalion. "Brr; anything that can take the nagas out
..."
[127]
Slashes says goodbye to Seven Stars, "May your claws always be
sharp." in Hist.
They step out into the rain, it patters on his metal helm. He stretches his
arms out and takes in a deep breath. Slashes makes a pleasent growl, feeling
wonderful.
He responds to Peel's questions. "Yes, I am a warrior. I lead a large army
in Morrowind. There were great monsters that rose out of the sea, but not
monsters of flesh and blood, but monsters of metal." He continues on in
Hist, telling him about the battle of Ald Raathim, having fun telling the young
one a good story. [128]
[129] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 10:32 PM)
[130] Peel laughs and leads
the party outside, where the city of Stormhold lays before them, built on giant
stilts towering over a surging, primal swamp, covered bridges linking the
platforms. Dar'Tessir can quickly see that the rain shows no sign of
stopping, and indeed covers all of the large city; at best, it looks like the
rain thins out to a mist at the very outskirts.
Peel leads the party along the walkways and bridges with incredible dexterity,
never once pausing to look below to the black churning depths. "I
heard the nagas we ran into last time were killed in the swamps," he
chatters to Nalion. "Brr; anything that can take the nagas out
..."
[132]
Dar'Tessir steps out into the rain and is dismayed to see that there is no
sighn of it stopping. In short order he is thoroughly wet, from ears to tail.
His Mustache, usually standing strait out from his face, is drooped and hanging
down and the old poncho he wears, with all its trinkets hanging from it, is heavy
under the wet. In fact the only part of him that isn't wet is his head,
protected by the oil-treated hood.
As he realises that he is walking on a platform over churning, muddy,
swamp-water his dismay only deepens. No wonder Argonians drink poison he
thinks to himself. [133]
The air smells of
fresh mint and evergreen, coming surprisingly from the moss which covers nearly
everything in Stormhold; covered oil laterns light the way for the party,
cutting through the pall cast bythe black, thundering clouds overhead.
Peel listens to Slashes's story with wonder, clicking in Hist "I wish I
could see some of those metal crabs someday ..." and "Morrowind
sounds so scary ..."
Seeing Dar'Tessir's distress, Peel laughs a little, saying in Tamrielic
"Don't worry Mister Khajiit; the Inferno's got great big fires. You'll dry
out in no time when you get there." His mouth twisting a bit in concelaed
distaste, he adds "And they serve dead food there too, so you'll be able
to eat."
Whispering in Hist, Peel asks Tsei and Slashes "Have you ever eaten
warmblood food? I still don't get how they can eat dead things ..."
As the party travels along, swinging to the east, they can see a truly
magnificient, gigantic tree - or perhaps it's a series of trees with their
trunks webbed together; in the constant rain it's hard to make out. The
branches stretch far and wide, providing a canopy to block much of the rain for
this section of the town, and the trunk rises as far as the eye can see, disappearing
into the cloud cover.
"That's one of the three Hist in the city," Peel says, pointing to
the giant tree. "The Inferno's just a bit further." He leads the
party onward, up to a higher platform that winds around the Hist, then down one
of the six bridges leading from the platform, finally to a building with
seemingly over a hundred chimneys, all releasing smoke into the air.
"That's the Inferno; you can smell the wood burning smell even through the
rain," Peel says to the group, making a face.
Inside the Inferno, a near-visible wave of aridness washes over the group. The
clay walls within were cracked and blistered, yet the place had thriving
business, many warmbloods in various stages of drying themselves out.
A cheerful Imperial woman in a rainbow-colored leather robe comes up.
"Welcome, welcome, my smooth-skinned lovelies. How many rooms would you be
needing? We have beer and mazte and all sorts to eat in the dining hall
..." She looks at Nalion, saying "Haven't I seen you before?"[134]
[135] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 12:10 AM)
[136] Whispering in Hist,
Peel asks Tsei and Slashes "Have you ever eaten warmblood food? I
still don't get how they can eat dead things ..."
"That's the Inferno; you can smell the wood burning smell even through the
rain," Peel says to the group, making a face.
[138]
Slashes grimaces, "Yes, I do eat warmblood food, though always unburned.
Unfortunately, sometimes that is all that is available. I do hunt when I get
the chance, the fresh, hot blood and flesh invigorate me."
As they approached the Inferno Slashes could indeed smell the wood burning, it
began to irritate his nose. "I would rather not go into the Inferno."
He turned to Tsei, "Shall we go to the house of your family?"[139]
[140] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 11:10 PM)
[141] The air smells of
fresh mint and evergreen, coming surprisingly from the moss which covers nearly
everything in Stormhold; covered oil laterns light the way for the party,
cutting through the pall cast bythe black, thundering clouds overhead.
Peel listens to Slashes's story with wonder, clicking in Hist "I wish I
could see some of those metal crabs someday ..." and "Morrowind
sounds so scary ..."
Seeing Dar'Tessir's distress, Peel laughs a little, saying in Tamrielic
"Don't worry Mister Khajiit; the Inferno's got great big fires.
You'll dry out in no time when you get there." His mouth twisting a
bit in concelaed distaste, he adds "And they serve dead food there too, so
you'll be able to eat."
Whispering in Hist, Peel asks Tsei and Slashes "Have you ever eaten
warmblood food? I still don't get how they can eat dead things ..."
As the party travels along, swinging to the east, they can see a truly
magnificient, gigantic tree - or perhaps it's a series of trees with their
trunks webbed together; in the constant rain it's hard to make out. The
branches stretch far and wide, providing a canopy to block much of the rain for
this section of the town, and the trunk rises as far as the eye can see,
disappearing into the cloud cover.
"That's one of the three Hist in the city," Peel says, pointing to
the giant tree. "The Inferno's just a bit further." He
leads the party onward, up to a higher platform that winds around the Hist,
then down one of the six bridges leading from the platform, finally to a
building with seemingly over a hundred chimneys, all releasing smoke into the
air.
"That's the Inferno; you can smell the wood burning smell even through the
rain," Peel says to the group, making a face.
Inside the Inferno, a near-visible wave of aridness washes over the group. The
clay walls within were cracked and blistered, yet the place had thriving
business, many warmbloods in various stages of drying themselves out.
A cheerful Imperial woman in a rainbow-colored leather robe comes up.
"Welcome, welcome, my smooth-skinned lovelies. How many rooms would you be
needing? We have beer and mazte and all sorts to eat in the dining hall
..." She looks at Nalion, saying "Haven't I seen you before?"
[143]
Nalion took in the sight of the Hist tree in awe as he had back when he was
first here all these months ago on their search for Flamekiss. He walked
carefully over the walkways, trying to avoid to slip.
"We've been here before, as you can see.", Nalion explained to the
companions who were not present when they had recovered the Flamekiss while
they were walking. "The Inferno was a relief to us when we got out of the
Vaults. A warm place, without the chill of the dead and the wetness of the
Marsh. I think you will like it."
As he saw the Inferno, he smiled. This time, they did not meet Naga. A good
sign, perhaps?
Nalion entered the tavern and immediately felt the warm - even hot - air
beginning to seep through his clothes, beginning to dry them.
"We're needing accommodations for everyone except our Argonian companions,
and food as well as drink.", Nalion said to the Imperial woman, returning
the greeting. "I have been here before, yes. It is surprising that so many
people recognize me here."
The mage grinned at the woman.
[144]
[145] QUOTE(Slashes-With-Claws @ Feb 24 2006, 11:20 PM)
[146] Slashes grimaces,
"Yes, I do eat warmblood food, though always unburned.
Unfortunately, sometimes that is all that is available. I do hunt when I
get the chance, the fresh, hot blood and flesh invigorate me."
As they approached the Inferno Slashes could indeed smell the wood burning, it
began to irritate his nose. "I would rather not go into the
Inferno." He turned to Tsei, "Shall we go to the house of your
family?"
[148]
Tsei smiled, "I eat warmblood food sometimes, Argonian food
sometimes." She led Slashes back towards her uncle's house, where live
food, and dampness were plentiful. [149]
[150] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 11:10 PM)
[151] The air smells of
fresh mint and evergreen, coming surprisingly from the moss which covers nearly
everything in Stormhold; covered oil laterns light the way for the party,
cutting through the pall cast bythe black, thundering clouds overhead.
Seeing Dar'Tessir's distress, Peel laughs a little, saying in Tamrielic
"Don't worry Mister Khajiit; the Inferno's got great big fires.
You'll dry out in no time when you get there." His mouth twisting a
bit in concelaed distaste, he adds "And they serve dead food there too, so
you'll be able to eat."
As the party travels along, swinging to the east, they can see a truly
magnificient, gigantic tree - or perhaps it's a series of trees with their
trunks webbed together; in the constant rain it's hard to make out. The
branches stretch far and wide, providing a canopy to block much of the rain for
this section of the town, and the trunk rises as far as the eye can see,
disappearing into the cloud cover.
"That's one of the three Hist in the city," Peel says, pointing to
the giant tree. "The Inferno's just a bit further." He
leads the party onward, up to a higher platform that winds around the Hist,
then down one of the six bridges leading from the platform, finally to a
building with seemingly over a hundred chimneys, all releasing smoke into the
air.
"That's the Inferno; you can smell the wood burning smell even through the
rain," Peel says to the group, making a face.
Inside the Inferno, a near-visible wave of aridness washes over the group. The
clay walls within were cracked and blistered, yet the place had thriving
business, many warmbloods in various stages of drying themselves out.
A cheerful Imperial woman in a rainbow-colored leather robe comes up.
"Welcome, welcome, my smooth-skinned lovelies. How many rooms would you be
needing? We have beer and mazte and all sorts to eat in the dining hall
..." She looks at Nalion, saying "Haven't I seen you before?"
[153]
Dar'Tessir smiles at Peel, thankful for his concern. He is distracted from the
wet by the Hist tree, he had never seen anything like it and was thankful that
the boughs shielded him from some of the rain.
As he entered the Inferno he imediatly felt better. He wanted nothing more than
to sprawl himself in front of the fire, but he remembered his dignity and
quickly moved for a table as close to the fire as possible, sat down, threw off
his wet poncho and hood, and ordered a Cyrodiilic Brandy. [154]
[155] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 24 2006, 11:25 PM)
[156] Nalion took in the
sight of the Hist tree in awe as he had back when he was first here all these
months ago on their search for Flamekiss. He walked carefully over the
walkways, trying to avoid to slip.
"We've been here before, as you can see.", Nalion explained to the
companions who were not present when they had recovered the Flamekiss while
they were walking. "The Inferno was a relief to us when we got out of the
Vaults. A warm place, without the chill of the dead and the wetness of the
Marsh. I think you will like it."
As he saw the Inferno, he smiled. This time, they did not meet Naga. A good
sign, perhaps?
Nalion entered the tavern and immediately felt the warm - even hot - air
beginning to seep through his clothes, beginning to dry them.
"We're needing accommodations for everyone except our Argonian companions,
and food as well as drink.", Nalion said to the Imperial woman, returning
the greeting. "I have been here before, yes. It is surprising that so many
people recognize me here."
The mage grinned at the woman.
[158]
"I have an incredible memory for faces," the Imperial tells Nalion,
adding with a wink "but a terrible memory for names. But come, make
yourselves at home. You'll not find a dryer house in all of Stormhold, I assure
you. Novia Xerius at your service; we have foods from all over Tamriel, so
don't be shy in asking for whatever your hearts and stomachs desire." [159]
QUOTE(apocolipseLater @ Feb 24 2006, 11:29 PM)
[160] Dar'Tessir smiles at
Peel, thankful for his concern. He is distracted from the wet by the Hist
tree, he had never seen anything like it and was thankful that the boughs
shielded him from some of the rain.
As he entered the Inferno he imediatly felt better. He wanted nothing
more than to sprawl himself in front of the fire, but he remembered his dignity
and quickly moved for a table as close to the fire as possible, sat down, threw
off his wet poncho and hood, and ordered a Cyrodiilic Brandy.
[162]
Seeing Dar'Tessir, Novia motions for a serving girl, who discretely brings over
a stiff brush for the Khajiit along with his brandy.
"So, back in the city for business or pleasure?" Novia asks Nalion as
another barmiad comes up to take his order.[163]
[164] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 11:33 PM)
[165] "I have an
incredible memory for faces," the Imperial tells Nalion, adding with a
wink "but a terrible memory for names. But come, make yourselves at
home. You'll not find a dryer house in all of Stormhold, I assure
you. Novia Xerius at your service; we have foods from all over Tamriel,
so don't be shy in asking for whatever your hearts and stomachs
desire."
Seeing Dar'Tessir, Novia motions for a serving girl, who discretely brings over
a stiff brush for the Khajiit along with his brandy.
"So, back in the city for business or pleasure?" Novia asks Nalion as
another barmiad comes up to take his order.
[167]
"Nalion, pleased to be here again.", Nalion answered, walking over to
one of the many firepits to get rid of his wet cloak and vest. He hung them up
to dry, then took a seat, motioning for Novia to join him for a while.
"Roast chicken, if you have. And a glass of red wine. A Breton
vintage.", Nalion said to the serving girl before turning to Novia.
"Business, Novia.", Nalion explained, thinking about a way to explain
the presence of the group without rousing too much suspicion. "We're here
to try to investigate the more precious plantlife and it's alchemical powers.
If possible, we would like to strike a deal with the Argonians here for
samples. What news are in the city? We heard about a prisoner escape?" [168]
*...Osa, still in the Nymph and Noggin, is nibbling on some roasted fish and enjoying a goblet full of Mazte...gagging with every sip...* [169]
[170] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 11:33 PM)
[171]
Seeing Dar'Tessir, Novia motions for a serving girl, who discretely brings over
a stiff brush for the Khajiit along with his brandy.
[173]
Dar'Tessir thanked the girl and began to brush himself, glad that he didn't
have a mane. He finished by straitening his mustache. Soon he was smiling
contentedly, sipping his brandy, and soon after that he was cat-napping in the
warmth of the Inferno. [174]
[175] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 24 2006, 11:41 PM)
[176] "Nalion, pleased
to be here again.", Nalion answered, walking over to one of the many
firepits to get rid of his wet cloak and vest. He hung them up to dry, then
took a seat, motioning for Novia to join him for a while.
"Roast chicken, if you have. And a glass of red wine. A Breton
vintage.", Nalion said to the serving girl before turning to Novia.
"Business, Novia.", Nalion explained, thinking about a way to explain
the presence of the group without rousing too much suspicion. "We're here
to try to investigate the more precious plantlife and it's alchemical powers.
If possible, we would like to strike a deal with the Argonians here for
samples. What news are in the city? We heard about a prisoner escape?"
[178]
"Oh, it was terrible," Novia says, her face screwing into a mask of
worry. "As if the swamps out there aren't dangerous enough with the
bloodsucking insects and the carnivorous plants and the werecrocadiles and the
rumors of the nasty Sload on the coast, now we've got a bunch of murderers,
psychopaths, and raving lunatics out in the swamps. None a them have dared come
to Stormhold yet but they're out there, just waiting to pick off unwary
travelers. Only good thing is, the swamp will likely kill them sooner or later
- Stendaar forgive me but maybe it'a been better to toss them into the swamp in
the first place; them aren't right folk that broke out, sir, not right folk at
all."
"So, you're an alchemist?" she asks, looking Nalion over. "Don't
know too much about alchemy meself, but I know lots of smoothskin mages wanting
to explore the swamp, hoping to find some miracle plant to make their names.
You be careful out there, you hear? Stick close to your guides and listen to
what they tell you about the swamp, and don't trust any other two-legged folk
you run into; only desperate men and those criminals go out into the
swamp."[179]
[180] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 24 2006, 11:57 PM)
[181] "Oh, it was
terrible," Novia says, her face screwing into a mask of worry.
"As if the swamps out there aren't dangerous enough with the bloodsucking
insects and the carnivorous plants and the werecrocadiles and the rumors of the
nasty Sload on the coast, now we've got a bunch of murderers, psychopaths, and
raving lunatics out in the swamps. None a them have dared come to
Stormhold yet but they're out there, just waiting to pick off unwary
travelers. Only good thing is, the swamp will likely kill them sooner or
later - Stendaar forgive me but maybe it'a been better to toss them into the
swamp in the first place; them aren't right folk that broke out, sir, not right
folk at all."
"So, you're an alchemist?" she asks, looking Nalion over.
"Don't know too much about alchemy meself, but I know lots of smoothskin
mages wanting to explore the swamp, hoping to find some miracle plant to make
their names. You be careful out there, you hear? Stick close to
your guides and listen to what they tell you about the swamp, and don't trust
any other two-legged folk you run into; only desperate men and those criminals
go out into the swamp."
[183]
Nalion nodded, looking slightly worried. He had forgotten about rumours of
werecrocodiles and if that wasn't enough, some plants were as deadly as the
walking dangers that inhabited the swamps.
"We will be very careful. Many of us have experience in dealing with
threads. We are not reckless, though.", Nalion tried to calm down her
concerns.
"We will try to stay clear of the swamps as much as possible, and we
already have Argonian friends as well as local support. As to the escaped
prisoners... I hope they can be caught again, or their threat to the good
people here eliminated. I have ventured into the swamp before, and I know that
I will not go out there without a native guide."
Nalion glanced at Dar'Tessir and smiled at him, glad that the Khajiit had the
opportunity to brush his fur and dry and get some sleep. [184]
[185] QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 24 2006, 11:47 PM)
[186] *...Osa, still in the Nymph and Noggin, is nibbling on some roasted fish and enjoying a goblet full of Mazte...gagging with every sip...*
[188]
Sivartus gathered his notes up and stuffed them in his book, marking the page
he left off. He slipped the book away into his robes and made his way over a
table where a young redguard woman sat.
"Hello, I noticed we were both going to Sentinel, but I don't think we've
met. I'm Sivartus," he said, taking a seat at the table. [189]
[190] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 12:06 AM)
[191] Nalion nodded, looking
slightly worried. He had forgotten about rumours of werecrocodiles and if that
wasn't enough, some plants were as deadly as the walking dangers that inhabited
the swamps.
"We will be very careful. Many of us have experience in dealing with
threads. We are not reckless, though.", Nalion tried to calm down her
concerns.
"We will try to stay clear of the swamps as much as possible, and we
already have Argonian friends as well as local support. As to the escaped
prisoners... I hope they can be caught again, or their threat to the good
people here eliminated. I have ventured into the swamp before, and I know that
I will not go out there without a native guide."
Nalion glanced at Dar'Tessir and smiled at him, glad that the Khajiit had the
opportunity to brush his fur and dry and get some sleep.
[193]
"Ah; you've made good preperations then," Novia says, nodding sagely.
"Good for you; I'd hate to lose a repeat customer even if you only come
around once a year."
Chuckling, Novia excuses herself to greet some new customers, leaving Nalion
alone with his thoughts and his food.[194]
[195] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 24 2006, 10:18 PM)
[196] Ald Raathim, the Nymph and Noggin
[198]
Shaka was dressed in his usual eclectic set of armor; Dragonbone Cuirass, ebony
bracers, Indoril pauldrons, and glass greaves. He stopped by Dana's table.
"I see you finally took your lute out again, Dana. Maybe Tel Dresori won't
succeed in stilling your voice."[199]
[200] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 24 2006, 10:14 PM)
[201] Sivartus gathered his
notes up and stuffed them in his book, marking the page he left off. He slipped
the book away into his robes and made his way over a table where a young
redguard woman sat.
"Hello, I noticed we were both going to Sentinel, but I don't think we've
met. I'm Sivartus," he said, taking a seat at the table.
[203]
...Osa attempts to stop herself from sneezing before responding...
"Oh...excuse me, I never did fancy Mazte. My names Osa"
*...she lets out a small burp, looking rather embarassed afterwords...*
"...and yes, I am going to Sentinel...I thought it would be a good idea as
Hammerfell can be rather dangerous. Err, what brings you to go to
Hammerfell" [204]
[205] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 12:16 AM)
[206] "Ah; you've made
good preperations then," Novia says, nodding sagely. "Good for
you; I'd hate to lose a repeat customer even if you only come around once a
year."
Chuckling, Novia excuses herself to greet some new customers, leaving Nalion
alone with his thoughts and his food.
[208]
Nalion nodded to Novia, thanked her for her hospitality and then turned his
full attention to the roast chicken and the wine that the serving girl had
brought.
The chicken was crispy and spiced, and Nalion could even discern a slightly
exotic taste which probably came from a local spice. The bread served with the
chicken was freshly baked and had been warmed before it was served. Needless to
say, Nalion didn't let this chance to strengthen him pass by... [209]
[210] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 12:18 AM)
[211] Shaka was dressed in
his usual eclectic set of armor; Dragonbone Cuirass, ebony bracers,
Indoril pauldrons, and glass greaves. He stopped by Dana's table.
"I see you finally took your lute out again, Dana. Maybe Tel Dresori
won't succeed in stilling your voice."
[213]
Dana looked at Shaka, then her lute, then back to Shaka again.
"I don't know.", she answered. "I have neither words nor tunes
yet. Maybe going home will help. The bellydancers, the music, the buildings...
Have you ever been in Sentinel?" [214]
[215] QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 12:20 AM)
[216] ...Osa attempts to
stop herself from sneezing before responding...
"Oh...excuse me, I never did fancy Mazte. My names Osa"
*...she lets out a small burp, looking rather embarassed afterwords...*
"...and yes, I am going to Sentinel...I thought it would be a good idea as
Hammerfell can be rather dangerous. Err, what brings you to go to
Hammerfell"
[218]
"You don't seem like the type to be doing any heavy drinking,"
Sivartus said, still laughing inside at the embarrasment on her face. "I
owe Ald Raathim, and that's the reason I have decided to go to Sentinel. Some
of Loranna's friends helped me find my grandfather's hideout, so you could say
I am returning the favor." [219]
[220] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 01:25 AM)
[221] Dana looked at Shaka,
then her lute, then back to Shaka again.
"I don't know.", she answered. "I have neither words nor tunes
yet. Maybe going home will help. The bellydancers, the music, the buildings...
Have you ever been in Sentinel?"
[223]
"Yes, I have; twice. I talked with King Lhotun as well, once for most of a
day. . . . I found the Ra'Gada to be a people who love life, despite your
well-earned reputation as warriors." Shaka thought back to the palace,
with its exotic scents and sights.
Shaka took a crystal vial from his bag and showed it to Dana briefly; a crimson
liquid was sealed within. "The king's blood. If I ever succeed in becoming
human, with its help, Lhotun wants me to return for another talk." [224]
[225] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 24 2006, 10:31 PM)
[226] "You don't seem like the type to be doing any heavy drinking," Sivartus said, still laughing inside at the embarrasment on her face. "The reason that I am going to Sentinel is, I owe Ald Raathim. Some of Loranna's friends helped me find my grandfather's hideout, so I am returning the favor."
[228]
"That seems to be a rather noble cause...I personally am going to the
Dragontail Mountains, in hopes that I can put an Orc Work Force together to
help with the rebuilding effort, this jug of Mazte is just practice" [229]
[230] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 12:35 AM)
[231] "Yes, I
have; twice. I talked with King Lhotun as well, once for most of a
day. . . . I found the Ra'Gada to be a people who love
life, despite their well-earned reputation as warriors." Shaka
thought back to the palace, with its exotic scents and sights.
Shaka took a crystal vial from his bag and showed it to Dana briefly; a
crimson liquid was sealed within. "The king's blood. If I ever
succeed in becoming human, with its help, Lhotun wants me to return for another
talk."
[233]
Dana's mouth fell open as she heard Shaka talking of the king, and even showing
her a vial of his blood.
"A- amazing.", she said after a while of staring. "You want to
turn... human?" [234]
Shaka smiled wryly. "It's a long story, but trust me that I once
discovered my soul is Ra'Gada. It explains a lifetime of restlessness, and of
being attracted to softskin ways. I even briefly considered dealing with the
Daedra to change, but luckily the House of Dibella has provided a saner
option."
"There's a little-used rite to change one's race. I petitioned the
Dibellans months ago, and was given three conditions. Recently I wrote them
again, to let them know I think I can fulfill all three." [235]
[236] QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 12:36 AM)
[237] "That seems to be a rather noble cause...I personally am going to the Dragontail Mountains, in hopes that I can put an Orc Work Force together to help with the rebuilding effort, this jug of Mazte is just practice"
[239]
"A noble cause yourself. I hope that you succeed in your attempt," he
said, trying to remember exactly where the Dragontail Mountains were. "If
I am not mistaken, the Dragontail Mountains are closer to Skaven, which is
quite a distance away. Will you be joining us in the Temple of Arkay, or
heading to the mountains as soon as we arrive?" [240]
[241] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 12:46 AM)
[242] Shaka smiled
wryly. "It's a long story, but trust me that I once discovered my
soul is Ra'Gada. It explains a lifetime of restlessness, and of being
attracted to softskin ways. I even briefly considered dealing with the
Daedra to change, but luckily the House of Dibella has provided a saner
option."
"There's a little-used rite to change one's race. I petitioned the
Dibellans months ago, and was given three conditions. Recently I wrote
them again, to let them know I think I can fulfill all three."
[244]
Dana was fascinated with Shaka's tale.
"Truly, this is one of the strangest stories I ever heard, aside from the
more horrible ones about age-old shapeshifting vampires and metal crabs... I
wish you luck, though, in your undertaking. I wonder how you would look like
then..." [245]
[246] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 24 2006, 10:48 PM)
[247] "A noble cause yourself. I hope that you succeed in your attempt," he said, trying to remember exactly where the Dragontail Mountains were. "If I am not mistaken, the Dragontail Mountains are closer to Skaven, which is quite a distance away. Will you be joining us in the Temple of Arkay, or heading to the mountains as soon as we arrive?"
[249]
*...Osa contemplates the question before her, thinking of the knowledge she
might gain by learning more of Arkay. Sure she understood his laws and his
blessing but nothing of his Order of Knights or even the least bit of
understanding of what Arkay worship was...*
"The Temple of Arkay? I must say it does sound intresting...I suppose I
few extra days wont hurt. So it's settled, I shall accompany you on your quest
before setting off on mine"
"Plus I might be able to learn more about the Living Legends by
accompanying them...if nothing else it will make for a grand tale I'm
sure" [250]
"Thanks, Dana. I
was once lucky enough to see myself in my true form . . . beyond the Spheres
of the Gods, but this isn't the time to explain that, he thought to
himself. ". . . and I think I'll look like that again; at least, an
imperfect echo of it."
Taking a pull from a dark beer, Shaka added: "You never know, maybe you'll
see that form one of these days. . . . At first, when Anya became what she is,
it seemed a setback. But lately I'm accepting her metamorphosis . . . and still
want to go through with mine."
It was mostly for you, sweetheart, thought Shaka, but it's still the
right thing to pursue. [251]
[252] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 12:58 AM)
[253] "Thanks,
Dana. I was once lucky enough to see myself in my true form .
. . beyond the Spheres of the Gods, but this isn't the time to
explain that, he thought to himself. ". . .
and I think I'll look like that again; at least, an imperfect echo of
it."
Taking a pull from a dark beer, Shaka added: "You never know, maybe
you'll see that form one of these days. . . . At first,
when Anya became what she is, it seemed a setback. But lately I'm
accepting her metamorphosis . . . and still want to go
through with mine."
It was mostly for you, sweetheart, thought Shaka, but it's
still the right thing to pursue.
[255]
Dana still tried to adapt to the thought that an Argonian wanted to change his
race... well that anyone would actually be able to change his race. She
told herself though, that around these people, many things that seemed to be
impossible, were actually quite feasible.
At the mention of Anya, Dana frowned.
"I'm afraid of vampires...", she whispered insecurely. [256]
[257] QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 12:58 AM)
[258] *...Osa contemplates
the question before her, thinking of the knowledge she might gain by learning
more of Arkay. Sure she understood his laws and his blessing but nothing of his
Order of Knights or even the least bit of understanding of what Arkay worship
was...*
"The Temple of Arkay? I must say it does sound intresting...I suppose I
few extra days wont hurt. So it's settled, I shall accompany you on your quest
before setting off on mine"
"Plus I might be able to learn more about the Living Legends by
accompanying them...if nothing else it will make for a grand tale I'm
sure"
[260]
"Good, and if you need any help after, I will be glad to accompany you to
the Dragontail Mountains," Sivartus said, wondering how hard it would be
to assemble a team of Orc workers.
"Never having gone to Sentinel myself, I know nothing of the Temple's
teachings, or the Arkay's worship, so this is a learning experience for
me." [261]
"Dana, I have to
admit that I was too. Still am, when I think of some of the clans that are out
there." He squeezed her hand to let her know she wasn't alone.
"But Anya and Loranna have shown me the picture's more complicated than I
once thought, back when I ran across the odd vampire in Vvardenfell tombs. I
don't really want her to go back to being a woodelf Rogue anymore; she somehow
seems more mature, more herself, than the traumatized ex-slave I knew.
And I still love them both."
[262]
[263] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 24 2006, 11:08 PM)
[264] "Good, and if you
need any help after, I will be glad to accompany you to the Dragontail
Mountains," Sivartus said, wondering how hard it would be to assemble a
team of Orc workers.
"Never having gone to Sentinel myself, I know nothing of the Temple's
teachings, or the Arkay's worship, so this is a learning experience for
me."
[266]
"Never been to Hammerfell huh, well then this shall be a learning
experience for both of us. I guess the first thing you should be aware of is
the food: I hope you like spicy. And thank you for your offer to go with
me...but lets work on Redguard customs before Orcish" [267]
[268] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 01:09 AM)
[269] "Dana, I have to
admit that I was too. Still am, when I think of some of the clans that
are out there." He squeezed her hand to let her know she wasn't
alone.
"But Anya and Loranna have shown me the picture's more complicated than I
once thought, back when I ran across the odd vampire in Vvardenfell tombs.
I don't really want her to go back to being a woodelf Rogue anymore; she
somehow seems more mature, more herself, than the traumatized
ex-slave I knew. And I still love them both."
[271]
"It's... it'S strange. It feels unnatural. You see, I grew up in Sentinel,
and Sentinel's patron deity is Arkay. The undead...", Dana paused. "I
don't know Anya well, but I fear her vampire self."
Dana still looked scared as she brushed through her hair with her hand. She did
not want to talk about the possibility of a relationship between a vampire and
a living being.
"I wish you luck, though, Shaka.", Dana finally said. "But I
have to go now. I'm tired, and I want to be fresh and awake when going to
Sentinel tomorrow. If you will excuse me?"
Dana rose and headed for her room. [272]
"Good night, Dana." Out of respect, Shaka rose as well, then sat
again once Dana had gone upstairs.
[273]
SUMMARIES:
Valerius, leiutenant under Cmdr Slashes-with-Claws, is still training
his men. He was always the perfectionist...
Reeds Saloat, bookkeeper and part-time adventurer, is heading down a river to a
sleepy little Altmer town. [274]
[275] QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 01:12 AM)
[276] "Never been to Hammerfell huh, well then this shall be a learning experience for both of us. I guess the first thing you should be aware of is the food: I hope you like spicy. And thank you for your offer to go with me...but lets work on Redguard customs before Orcish"
[278]
"Alright," he said, deciding to test some of the Nymph & Noggin's
spicy meals. "I think I will practice. It was a pleasure talking to
you."
Sivartus got up and left the table, and soon found the closest barmaid.
Ordering a plate of the Nymph & Noggin's spiciest food, he took it to his
room and ate. I guess I don't have a taste for spicy foods, he thought,
once he had finished it, with the help of lots of water.
Pushing the plate aside, he took out his book and resumed his studies. [279]
[280] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 24 2006, 11:28 PM)
[281] "Alright,"
he said, deciding to test some of the Nymph & Noggin's spicy food. "I
think I will practice. It was a pleasure talking to you."
Sivartus got up and left the table, and soon found the closest barmaid.
Ordering a plate of some of the Nymph & Noggin's spicier foods, he took it
to his room and ate. I guess I don't have a taste for spicy foods, he
thought, once he had finished it, with the help of lots of water.
He took out his book, and resumed his studies.
[283]
"The pleasure was mine and I look forward to travelling with you."
Osa says trying to fight off a yawn "I'll see you later" she replied
as she rose from the table and stepped outside for some air before
retiring"
"Mental note...look over the scrolls the Mages Guild has to offer"
she thought as she enjoyed the cool air. [284]
After Kintain had
joined the group, he travelled to Stormhold with them, and was now listening to
a rather interesting tale of an Argonian
man wanting to change into a human. He did not speak, though, for he felt it
was not his time to do so. [285]
Reeds was watching the river go by on the boat that was taking them to Bourill. Moving over to Isidor, he sat down near him, "Isidor, can I talk to you for a minute?" [286]
[287] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:08 AM)
[288] Reeds was watching the river go by on the boat that was taking them to Bourill. Moving over to Isidor, he sat down near him, "Isidor, can I talk to you for a minute?"
[290]
"Sure," Isidor said, opening his eyes, and sitting up straight.
"What's on your mind?" [291]
[292] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Feb 25 2006, 10:11 AM)
[293] "Sure,"
Isidor said, opening his eyes, and sitting up straight.
"What's on your mind?"
[295]
"I've been doing some thinking," Reeds said, "and I was just
wondering why you decided to come. I mean Kethiah didn't seem too terribly
thrilled about it, and I'm sure you want to be with your kid... I mean what was
it that made you come all the way over here with us and help?" [296]
[297] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:13 AM)
[298] "I've been doing some thinking," Reeds said, "and I was just wondering why you decided to come. I mean Kethiah didn't seem too terribly thrilled about it, and I'm sure you want to be with your kid... I mean what was it that made you come all the way over here with us and help?"
[300]
"Because it was the same thing I did for Kethiah." Isidor replied,
smiling. "I followed her over half of Tamriel, trying to tell her I loved
her ... So, why not help another do it?" [301]
[302] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Feb 25 2006, 10:17 AM)
[303] "Because it was the same thing I did for Kethiah." Isidor replied, smiling. "I followed her over half of Tamriel, trying to tell her I loved her ... So, why not help another do it?"
[305]
"hah," Reeds laughed, "I see you're a veteran of this sort of
thing. But who said I love her? And lets say that I do. When you went
gallavanting across Tamriel, were you sure Kethiah returned the
sentiment?" [306]
[307] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:19 AM)
[308] "hah," Reeds laughed, "I see you're a veteran of this sort of thing. But who said I love her? And lets say that I do. When you went gallavanting across Tamriel, were you sure Kethiah returned the sentiment?"
[310]
"You do, otherwise you wouldn't be doing this ..." Isidor said.
"And, I was almost 100% she was going to tell me to bugger off, because I
had .... well ... eh ... done something with a courtesan that I shouldn't have,
and that made her angry ... To say the least. So, I was going to apologize."
[311]
[312] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Feb 25 2006, 10:24 AM)
[313] "You do, otherwise you wouldn't be doing this ..." Isidor said. "And, I was almost 100% she was going to tell me to bugger off, because I had .... well ... eh ... done something with a courtesan that I shouldn't have, and that made her angry ... To say the least. So, I was going to apologize."
[315]
"And I assume that it worked?" Reeds asked Isidor, "considering
you're married and all?" [316]
[317] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:26 AM)
[318] "And I assume that it worked?" Reeds asked Isidor, "considering you're married and all?"
[320]
"After some convincing, yeah." Isidor replied, with a grin. "So,
what about this girl? Do you love her? Do you think she loves you?" [321]
[322] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Feb 25 2006, 10:35 AM)
[323] "After some convincing, yeah." Isidor replied, with a grin. "So, what about this girl? Do you love her? Do you think she loves you?"
[325]
"I really don't know," Reeds said, letting his foot drop into the
water over the side, "I think I love her, else why would I care this much
to go after her? But whether she loves me or not..." he drifted off for a
moment, "She's an Altmer and I'm an Argonian, from different sides of the
world... She's at least friendly to me, but I'm no knight in shining armor, I
can't possibly be the person she wants to spend her life with..." [326]
[327] QUOTE(stargate525 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:46 AM)
[328] "I really don't know," Reeds said, letting his foot drop into the water over the side, "I think I love her, else why would I care this much to go after her? But whether she loves me or not..." he drifted off for a moment, "She's an Altmer and I'm an Argonian, from different sides of the world... She's at least friendly to me, but I'm no knight in shining armor, I can't possibly be the person she wants to spend her life with..."
[330]
Isidor just smiled.
"Well, we'll just have to wait and see." Isidor said, relaxing again.
[331]
[332] QUOTE(Stargazey @ Feb 25 2006, 10:52 AM)
[333] Isidor just smiled.
"Well, we'll just have to wait and see." Isidor said, relaxing again.
[335]
Reeds arched an argonian eyebrow at him, a small grin spreading on his,
"Yes," Reeds replied, "I guess we will..." [336]
Diamond, who had been
quiet of late, working on a painting of Shaka...
The Argonian sat on a rock in his garden, looking contemplative in the left
foreground. He had his spear slung back. He looked serene but a little
self-doubting, and he was looking off to the right.
It wasn't exactly his garden, though. In the background, to the right, there
were ancient Dwemeri ruins. The doors were partially open; inside, the portrait
of a Redguard male - she had asked Anya what Shaka had looked like on the
Plains - and next to that, there was a simple three-cherry imprint on the wall.
[337]
The Nymph and Noggin,
Ald Raathim
Dana stepped into the Nymph, clad in sand coloured clothes, short breeches, a
sash and a shirt that ended just above her belly. Two golden bracelets adorned
her left hand and she wore earrings of the same metal. An spiral shaped
white-gold armlet wound itself around her upper right arm like a snake. Her
dark red hair was open and fell lightly just below her shoulders. Dana's glass
sword hung at her waist, the lute rested in her leather bag on her back.
The slim Redguard woman looked at the people assembled in the Nymph, searching
for her companions that were to accompany her to Sentinel. [338]
*...Summary: Osa has returned to The Nymph and Noggin after a brief shopping trip to the Mages Guild where she purchased a few scrolls...currently she sits at her usual table, writing something in her small book while awaiting to leave for Sentinel...* [339]
[340] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 03:47 PM)
[341] The Nymph and
Noggin, Ald Raathim
The slim Redguard woman looked at the people assembled in the Nymph, searching
for her companions that were to accompany her to Sentinel.
[343]
Sivartus closed his book, deciding to go down to the Nymph & Noggin's
common room to see if there were any sign's of the group leaving for Sentinel.
He checked again if he had all his items, then left the room, locking the door
behind him. Upon his arrival in the common room, he spotted Dana and made his
way over to her.
"Hello Dana," he said, "Do you know when we are leaving for
Sentinel?" [344]
[345] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 04:47 PM)
[346] The Nymph and
Noggin, Ald Raathim
Dana stepped into the Nymph, clad in sand coloured clothes, short breeches, a
sash and a shirt that ended just above her belly. Two golden bracelets adorned
her left hand and she wore earrings of the same metal. An spiral shaped
white-gold armlet wound itself around her upper right arm like a snake. Her
dark red hair was open and fell lightly just below her shoulders. Dana's glass
sword hung at her waist, the lute rested in her leather bag on her back.
The slim Redguard woman looked at the people assembled in the Nymph, searching
for her companions that were to accompany her to Sentinel.
[348]
Shaka mentally whistled at the sight. If P'Rassha sees this, he'll throw
himself at Dana's feet and swear fealty, thought Shaka with a smile.
His gear bag was packed, and Shaka was ready to leave for Sentinel whenever the
rest were.[349]
[350] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 25 2006, 03:52 PM)
[351] Sivartus closed his
book, deciding to go down to the Nymph & Noggin's common room to see if
there were any sign's of the group leaving for Sentinel. He checked again if he
had all his items, then left the room, locking the door behind him. Upon his
arrival in the common room, he spotted Dana and made his way over to her.
"Hello Dana," he said, "Do you know when we are leaving for
Sentinel?"
[353]
Dana smiled at Sivartus. The woman looked better than he had last seen her,
which was probably due to the fact that she was going home.
"Well, now would be a good idea.", she answered, waving him over to
the other Redguard that sat at a table. She had seen Sivartus talking to her
the last evening.[354]
QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 03:47 PM)
[355] *...Summary: Osa has returned to The Nymph and Noggin after a brief shopping trip to the Mages Guild where she purchased a few scrolls...currently she sits at her usual table, writing something in her small book while awaiting to leave for Sentinel...*
[357]
"I'm Dana. I heard you wanted to come with us to Sentinel? Well, we should
be going now. It's time.", she said.[358]
Vaan came down into
the Common room, having made sure that he was fully prepared to go. he
approached Dana, and in a softer-than-usual-voice, addressed her.
"Hello Dana, I'm Vaan, I'm having thoughts as to going to Sentinel with
you. So good to meet you." [359]
[360] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 01:58 PM)
[361] Dana smiled at
Sivartus. The woman looked better than he had last seen her, which was probably
due to the fact that she was going home.
"Well, now would be a good idea.", she answered, waving him over to
the other Redguard that sat at a table. She had seen Sivartus talking to her
the last evening.
"I'm Dana. I heard you wanted to come with us to Sentinel? Well, we should
be going now. It's time.", she said.
[363]
*...Osa jumps slightly at Dana's approach, seemingly lost in what she was
writing...*
"Oh..hello, my names Osa" she stops briefly to wave and glance a
smile toward Sivartus "...and I heard a group was leaving for Sentinel,
didnt know any other Redguards were going" she finishes writing and places
the book back in her bag, the end of one of her scrolls sticks out the back
"So are we ready then?"[364]
[365] QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Feb 25 2006, 04:00 PM)
[366] Vaan came down into
the Common room, having made sure that he was fully prepared to go. he
approached Dana, and in a softer-than-usual-voice, addressed her.
"Hello Dana, I'm Vaan, I'm having thoughts as to going to Sentinel with
you. Nice to meet you."
[368]
"Nice to meet you, too, Vaan.", Dana said.[369]
QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 04:03 PM)
[370] *...Osa jumps slightly
at Dana's approach, seemingly lost in what she was writing...*
"Oh..hello, my names Osa" she stops briefly to wave and glance a
smile toward Sivartus "...and I heard a group was leaving for Sentinel,
didnt know any other Redguards were going" she finishes writing and places
the book back in her bag, the end of one of her scrolls sticks out the back
"So are we ready then?"
[372]
"Yes, we should be going.", Dana said to all. "If you need to
gather your belongings, then now would be a good time. We'll meet in the Mages
Guild in Sentinel as soon as possible."
Dana nodded to herself, stemming her arm on her hip. She seemed changed a bit,
from the crying woman fighting her nightmares to a more self-confident
behaviour. She had a purpose now, something that would distract her from the
darker thoughts that still lingered inside her, just at the edge of her mind.
And she was going home. [373]
[374] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 02:11 PM)
[375] "Nice to meet
you, too, Vaan.", Dana said.
"Yes, we should be going.", Dana said to all. "If you need to
gather your belongings, then now would be a good time. We'll meet in the Mages
Guild in Sentinel as soon as possible."
Dana nodded to herself, stemming her arm on her hip. She seemed changed a bit,
from the crying woman fighting her nightmares to a more self-confident
behaviour. She had a purpose now, something that would distract her from the
darker thoughts that still lingered inside her, just at the edge of her mind.
And she was going home.
[377]
*...Osa opens her bag and looks over the items she's carrying one last time
before walking to the Mages Guild, while she waited she again looked through
what wares the Mages Guild had to offer...a single stalk of Aloe is all that
catches her eye...* [378]
...thats a bad pie...bad pie!! [379]
Loranna is, once
again, at the Mage Guild to wish her friends a safe journey.
"Good luck," she says, smiling at Dana's increased self-confidence. "I've
sent word ahead to the Temple so they'll be expecting you. I will pray for your
success ... and envy you all a little for being able to see the beautiful
sights of Sentinel. Fare well, my friends."
With that, she hands Dana a pouch with some traveling expenses, and the group
heads off for
Sentinel
The contingent from Ald Raathim are greeted by the sight of smiling Redguard
mages, clad in flowing clothes of reds and greens and blues, sashes and vests
and midriff-bearing, puffy-sleeved shirts taking the place of the traditional
mage robes, sensible and sensual choices of clothing for the dry heat that
radiates from the very stones of the Guildhall and pours through the glassless
windows from outside.
"Welcome to Sentinel," the guild guide says, bowing to the party,
"and welcome back daughters of Hammerfell," he adds, gracing Osa and
Dana with a dazzlingly white smile, taking their hands and kissing their
fingers with perfect manners. "I hope you find this trip a pleasant
homecoming."[380]
[381] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 02:26 PM)
[382] Loranna is, once
again, at the Mage Guild to wish her friends a safe journey.
"Good luck," she says, smiling at Dana's increased
self-confidence. "I've sent word ahead to the Temple so they'll be
expecting you. I will pray for your success ... and envy you all a little
for being able to see the beautiful sights of Sentinel. Fare well, my
friends."
With that, she hands Dana a pouch with some traveling expenses, and the group
heads off for
Sentinel
The contingent from Ald Raathim are greeted by the sight of smiling Redguard
mages, clad in flowing clothes of reds and greens and blues, sashes and vests
and midriff-bearing, puffy-sleeved shirts taking the place of the traditional
mage robes, sensible and sensual choices of clothing for the dry heat that
radiates from the very stones of the Guildhall and pours through the glassless
windows from outside.
"Welcome to Sentinel," the guild guide says, bowing to the party,
"and welcome back daughters of Hammerfell," he adds, gracing Osa and
Dana with a dazzlingly white smile, taking their hands and kissing their
fingers with perfect manners. "I hope you find this trip a pleasant
homecoming."
[384]
*...Osa is humbled by the Guild Guides graces blushing a little at the
hand-kiss, remembering the last time she had been in Hammerfell...it seemed so
long ago...*
"Hmm, I hate to be a burden, but might I have some water to fill my
Flask?" she then produces a small, yet plump, blue-glass Flask from her Bag...she
could already feel the dry heat immenating in from outside [385]
[386] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 09:26 PM)
[387] Sentinel
The contingent from Ald Raathim are greeted by the sight of smiling Redguard
mages, clad in flowing clothes of reds and greens and blues, sashes and vests
and midriff-bearing, puffy-sleeved shirts taking the place of the traditional
mage robes, sensible and sensual choices of clothing for the dry heat that
radiates from the very stones of the Guildhall and pours through the glassless
windows from outside.
"Welcome to Sentinel," the guild guide says, bowing to the party,
"and welcome back daughters of Hammerfell," he adds, gracing Osa and
Dana with a dazzlingly white smile, taking their hands and kissing their
fingers with perfect manners. "I hope you find this trip a pleasant
homecoming."
[389]
Vaan bowed back in respect, knowing full well that he would not be recieving
any icy glares here.
It was at times like these that he could be grateful for his Dunmer heritage,
the dry heat was just a comfortable warmth to him, and he would be able to
explore and admire the beauty of Sentinel for a second time without getting all
sweaty and having dress differently or any of that.
He waited for Dana to lead them to the temple. [390]
Shaka shook the mages'
hands. A hospitable people, as always, he thought. Quite a contrast with
the usual Mage Guild professionalism that bordered on brusqueness.
Nice of Loranna to see us off, he reflected. She had looked more womanly
than ever, at seven months along. [391]
[392] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 04:26 PM)
[393] Sentinel
"Welcome to Sentinel," the guild guide says, bowing to the party,
"and welcome back daughters of Hammerfell," he adds, gracing Osa and
Dana with a dazzlingly white smile, taking their hands and kissing their
fingers with perfect manners. "I hope you find this trip a pleasant
homecoming."
[395]
Sivartus bows back to the redguard guild guide.
Adjusting his robes, trying to find a way to cool himself off, he waits
patiently for Dana to lead them to the Temple. [396]
[397] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 04:26 PM)
[398] Loranna is, once
again, at the Mage Guild to wish her friends a safe journey.
"Good luck," she says, smiling at Dana's increased
self-confidence. "I've sent word ahead to the Temple so they'll be
expecting you. I will pray for your success ... and envy you all a little
for being able to see the beautiful sights of Sentinel. Fare well, my
friends."
With that, she hands Dana a pouch with some traveling expenses, and the group
heads off for
Sentinel
The contingent from Ald Raathim are greeted by the sight of smiling Redguard
mages, clad in flowing clothes of reds and greens and blues, sashes and vests
and midriff-bearing, puffy-sleeved shirts taking the place of the traditional
mage robes, sensible and sensual choices of clothing for the dry heat that
radiates from the very stones of the Guildhall and pours through the glassless
windows from outside.
"Welcome to Sentinel," the guild guide says, bowing to the party,
"and welcome back daughters of Hammerfell," he adds, gracing Osa and
Dana with a dazzlingly white smile, taking their hands and kissing their
fingers with perfect manners. "I hope you find this trip a pleasant
homecoming."
[400]
Dana smiled at the greeting they received.
"It is good to be home.", Dana said, appreciating the kisses that
were offered. "Peace be with you."
"We're headed for the Temple of Arkay.", she said, "To pay out
respects to the priesthood and ask for their help in the grave matters you have
undoubtedly heard of yourself. Our king is troubled and concerned and our land
cries for help. How could we not heed this call?" [401]
[402] QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 04:33 PM)
[403] *...Osa is humbled by
the Guild Guides graces blushing a little at the hand-kiss, remembering the
last time she had been in Hammerfell...it seemed so long ago...*
"Hmm, I hate to be a burden, but might I have some water to fill my
Flask?" she then produces a small, yet plump, blue-glass Flask from her
Bag...she could already feel the dry heat immenating in from outside
[405]
"Of course," the guild guide says, summoning a young boy to take
Osa's flask. "Our water is yours, as is our hospitality."[406]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 04:40 PM)
[407] Dana smiled at the
greeting they received.
"It is good to be home.", Dana said, appreciating the kisses that
were offered. "Peace be with you."
"We're headed for the Temple of Arkay.", she said, "To pay out
respects to the priesthood and ask for their help in the grave matters you have
undoubtedly heard of yourself. Our king is troubled and concerned and our land
cries for help. How could we not heed this call?"
[409]
The guide smiles again, saying "Good King Lhuton will rest much easier
knowing that the heroes of Ald Raathim have come to lend their aid in our days
of need. All of Sentinel offers their aid; but tell us what sword you would
have us put in your hands and it will be done, and the bards will sing of your
victory against the darkness that encroaches on our land."
"Perhaps, when all is said and done, you yourself will grace us with that
very song," he adds, looking to Dana's lute. "Music is one of the
sweetest waters to refresh a weary soul, and we all are sorely parched from
worry of the great evil besetting our homeland."[410]
[411] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 02:47 PM)
[412] "Of course,"
the guild guide says, summoning a young boy to take Osa's flask.
"Our water is yours, as is our hospitality."
The guide smiles again, saying "Good King Lhuton will rest much easier
knowing that the heroes of Ald Raathim have come to lend their aid in our days
of need. All of Sentinel offers their aid; but tell us what sword you
would have us put in your hands and it will be done, and the bards will sing of
your victory against the darkness that encroaches on our land."
"Perhaps, when all is said and done, you yourself will grace us with that
very song," he adds, looking to Dana's lute. "Music is one of
the sweetest waters to refresh a weary soul, and we all are sorely parched from
worry of the great evil besetting our homeland."
[414]
*...Osa smiles warmly at the boy as he returns her Flask, filled with crystal
clear water, the Flask in itself had a slight Frost Enchantment on it, making
the water and the Flask cold to the touch...she then picks bits off of the Aloe
and adds it to the water as she listens to the Guides story...*
[415]
Ald Raathim
Kethiah, holding her baby Eodir in one arm and a long wrapped bundle in the
other, made her way through the village to the Castle Daruhn. She asked Kallen
where she could find the Duchess. She had something for her.[416]
[417] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 09:47 PM)
[418] "Of course,"
the guild guide says, summoning a young boy to take Osa's flask.
"Our water is yours, as is our hospitality."
The guide smiles again, saying "Good King Lhuton will rest much easier
knowing that the heroes of Ald Raathim have come to lend their aid in our days
of need. All of Sentinel offers their aid; but tell us what sword you
would have us put in your hands and it will be done, and the bards will sing of
your victory against the darkness that encroaches on our land."
"Perhaps, when all is said and done, you yourself will grace us with that
very song," he adds, looking to Dana's lute. "Music is one of
the sweetest waters to refresh a weary soul, and we all are sorely parched from
worry of the great evil besetting our homeland."
[420]
Vaan stood and listened to the words, smiling. Redgaurds certainly love
their langauge he thought. It was kind to the ears, gentle and soft. One
could get lost among meadows and hidden waterfalls when listening to that. [421]
[422] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 04:56 PM)
[423] Ald Raathim
Kethiah, holding her baby Eodir in one arm and a long wrapped bundle in the
other, made her way through the village to the Castle Daruhn. She asked
Kallen where she could find the Duchess. She had something for her.
[425]
Loranna was, at that time, just returning from the Mage Guild, after a brief
stop in the tent town to see how people were faring and discuss the gradual
relocation of people to the newly-constructed buildings that were slowly but
surely being raised.
"Hello Kethaih," Loranna says, smiling and playing a quick round of
peek a boo with Eodir. "What can I do for you?"[426]
Ald Raathim, Castle Daruhn[427]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 05:59 PM)
[428] "Hello Kethaih," Loranna says, smiling and playing a quick round of peek a boo with Eodir. "What can I do for you?"
[430]
"Hello Loranna," Kethiah smiled. "I don't know if this would be
useful to you at all, but I just came across it today. As you know, after the
attempted invasion, the Nymph and Noggin was filled up with refugees, and we
had to clear out a number of rooms that we usually kept for people -- including
Goranthir's old room. I put everything in the cellar, and I was looking for
something for the kitchen today, and I came across this. I guess he left it
behind when he went to Vvardenfell."
She handed the long wrapped object to Loranna. Inside was Goranthir's sword,
the Kynarine Blade.
(OOC -- I'll be back in about 45 minutes ...) [431]
[432] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 04:47 PM)
[433] "Of course,"
the guild guide says, summoning a young boy to take Osa's flask.
"Our water is yours, as is our hospitality."
The guide smiles again, saying "Good King Lhuton will rest much easier
knowing that the heroes of Ald Raathim have come to lend their aid in our days
of need. All of Sentinel offers their aid; but tell us what sword you
would have us put in your hands and it will be done, and the bards will sing of
your victory against the darkness that encroaches on our land."
"Perhaps, when all is said and done, you yourself will grace us with that
very song," he adds, looking to Dana's lute. "Music is one of
the sweetest waters to refresh a weary soul, and we all are sorely parched from
worry of the great evil besetting our homeland."
[435]
Sivartus stood back, wondering how hard it would be to get the Temple of Arkay
to help them, while he waited for the redguards to finish. The heat was
terrible here, and he readjusted his robes again, knowing it wouldn't help.
He eyed Osa's flask with envy, wishing he had thought to get water for himself.
[436]
[437] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 04:47 PM)
[438] "Of course,"
the guild guide says, summoning a young boy to take Osa's flask.
"Our water is yours, as is our hospitality."
The guide smiles again, saying "Good King Lhuton will rest much easier
knowing that the heroes of Ald Raathim have come to lend their aid in our days
of need. All of Sentinel offers their aid; but tell us what sword you
would have us put in your hands and it will be done, and the bards will sing of
your victory against the darkness that encroaches on our land."
"Perhaps, when all is said and done, you yourself will grace us with that
very song," he adds, looking to Dana's lute. "Music is one of
the sweetest waters to refresh a weary soul, and we all are sorely parched from
worry of the great evil besetting our homeland."
[440]
"Koomu alezer'i. We thank you for your hospitality. We must go now, but
your wishes will accompany us and strengthen us in our quest."
Dana touched her lips with her fingers and waved towards the mage, then turned
to her companions.
"Let's go, it's a bit of a way to the temple of Arkay, and for those who
have never been here, I guess the first impression might be..
distracting.", Dana said, smiling, as she motioned them outside.
As they stepped out from the Mages Guild, the heat of the sun shone down on
them. It was a bright day, palm trees were lightly moving in the wind. The
streets were filled with people, some clad in a multitude of colours, some in
the sand coloured clothes that one would wear out in the more desert parts of
Sentinel. The streets that lay before them were lined with building made of
bricks and covering of clay, the wooden beams and supporting structure sticking
out decoratively. Over the whole lay a cover of many sounds and shouts, a
marketplace and bazaar. Camels laden with goods followed their caravan leaders
who were trying to find a way through the crowds, merchants shouting about the
quality of their wares.
One was particularly perceptive and approached the party.
"A wonderful sight, truly, truly. Travelers, be welcomed in fair
Sentinel!", he said, bowing deeply, his bright clothes moving lightly in
the wind. "You must be hungry! May I offer you the best mluo in all of
Sentinel? It's a bargain for this marvelous taste!"
He held out a piece of round food to them. [441]
[442] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 05:06 PM)
[443] Ald Raathim, Castle
Daruhn
"Hello Loranna," Kethiah smiled. "I don't know if this
would be useful to you at all, but I just came across it today. As you
know, after the attempted invasion, the Nymph and Noggin was filled up with
refugees, and we had to clear out a number of rooms that we usually kept for
people -- including Goranthir's old room. I put everything in the cellar,
and I was looking for something for the kitchen today, and I came across
this. I guess he left it behind when he went to Vvardenfell."
She handed the long wrapped object to Loranna. Inside was Goranthir's
sword, the Kynarine Blade.
(OOC -- I'll be back in about 45 minutes ...)
[445]
Loranna takes the daikatana from Kethiah, unsheathing it to look at the
exquisitely crafted blade. After a moment, she nods slowly, returning the blade
to its scabbard.
"A powerful weapon, imbued with the blessing of Kyne herself," she
says. "A fit weapon for a true king ... and, perhaps, a weapon capable of
driving the God of Worms back, if wielded by the true Goranthir." She
sighs a little, adding "Or, at least, I would hope. Thank you Kethiah;
when the others have returned I will see that they bring Kynarine with them on
their quest. She doubtless misses Goranthir as well."
She thinks for a moment of her adventures with Goranthir, her eyes sad evenas a
smile creeps to her face. Then, remembering something, she asks "Did you
by chance find a ring with Goranthir's things?" [446]
[447] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 10:12 PM)
[448] "A wonderful
sight, truly, truly. Travelers, be welcomed in fair Sentinel!", he said,
bowing deeply, his bright clothes moving lightly in the wind. "You must be
hungry! May I offer you the best mluo in all of Sentinel? It's a bargain for
this marvelous taste!"
He held out a piece of round food to them.
[450]
Vaan politely declined the merchants offer, walking past. He didn't want to
take chances on the words of a merchant alone. Afterall, it could be anything,
Cheese rotted well in the heat of day, attracting all sorts of flies and other
undesirable things, and doubtless it was preserved with something horrid too,
like salt. Vaan did not like salt. [451]
[452] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 03:12 PM)
[453] "Koomu alezer'i.
We thank you for your hospitality. We must go now, but your wishes will
accompany us and strengthen us in our quest."
Dana touched her lips with her fingers and waved towards the mage, then turned
to her companions.
"Let's go, it's a bit of a way to the temple of Arkay, and for those who
have never been here, I guess the first impression might be..
distracting.", Dana said, smiling, as she motioned them outside.
As they stepped out from the Mages Guild, the heat of the sun shone down on
them. It was a bright day, palm trees were lightly moving in the wind. The
streets were filled with people, some clad in a multitude of colours, some in
the sand coloured clothes that one would wear out in the more desert parts of
Sentinel. The streets that lay before them were lined with building made of
bricks and covering of clay, the wooden beams and supporting structure sticking
out decoratively. Over the whole lay a cover of many sounds and shouts, a
marketplace and bazaar. Camels laden with goods followed their caravan leaders
who were trying to find a way through the crowds, merchants shouting about the
quality of their wares.
One was particularly perceptive and approached the party.
"A wonderful sight, truly, truly. Travelers, be welcomed in fair
Sentinel!", he said, bowing deeply, his bright clothes moving lightly in
the wind. "You must be hungry! May I offer you the best mluo in all of
Sentinel? It's a bargain for this marvelous taste!"
He held out a piece of round food to them.
[455]
*...No sooner then when she stepped out of the guild, the memories of weekends
in the Marketplace flooded back as she relearned how to grace her way through
the crowds...the people she never seemed to have a problem with, but the
animals were a different story, especially the stubborness of
Camels...nevertheless she had managed to stay with group without going to far
ahead...finally stopping when a Merchant approached...*
"Mluo...I do hope its fresh" she takes a small piece and eats it. As
far as Osa was concerned, Mluo was far tastier then the Scuttle she had
recently grown accustomed to "It's absolutely splendid" she responds
to the Merchant[456]
[457] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 05:12 PM)
[458] One was particularly
perceptive and approached the party.
"A wonderful sight, truly, truly. Travelers, be welcomed in fair
Sentinel!", he said, bowing deeply, his bright clothes moving lightly in
the wind. "You must be hungry! May I offer you the best mluo in all of
Sentinel? It's a bargain for this marvelous taste!"
He held out a piece of round food to them.
[460]
"No thanks," Sivartus said, preferring not to eat anything from
someone who walked up to the off the street. He waved the merchant away as the
approached, and continued on past him, trying to his best to follow Dana in the
crouds. [461]
[462] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 25 2006, 06:22 PM)
[463] "No thanks," Sivartus said, waving the merchant away as he eyed the round food the merchant presented. He didn't want to eat anything from someone who walked up to them off the streets. He continued past the merchant, following Dana.
[465]
Shaka tried a piece of the mluo. "This is good," he remarked at the
unfamiliar taste, a little reminscent of wild game. "What's mluo?"[466]
Anya stepped out the
Mage's Guild, into Cyrodiil, Riechi behind her. It was her first time in
Cyrodiil, but she quickly founda tavern for her and Riechi to rent a room. She
stored her gear, opting for just clothes and her dagger. She fingered the
amulet, "Well, Riechi, I'm going to go alone first. I don't know what I'll
find, and would rather not have you accidently tripping anything. I'll be back
shortly."
She activated the amulet, which was supposed to bring her to the Bathogorgen
sanctuary, and disappeared in a swirl of magic. [467]
Sentinel[468]
QUOTE(vaanic~one @ Feb 25 2006, 05:19 PM)
[469] Vaan politely declined the merchants offer, walking past. He didn't want to take chances on the words of a merchant alone. Afterall, it could be anything, Cheese rotted well in the heat of day, attracting all sorts of flies and other undesirable things, and doubtless it was preserved with something horrid too, like salt. Vaan did not like salt.
QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 25 2006, 05:22 PM)
[473] "No thanks," Sivartus said, waving the merchant away as he eyed the round food the merchant presented. He didn't want to eat anything from someone who walked up to them off the streets. He continued past the merchant, following Dana.
[475]
Dana laughed at Vaan and Sivartus.
"You just don't know what's really good!"[476]
QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 05:21 PM)
[477] *...No sooner then
when she stepped out of the guild, the memories of weekends in the Marketplace
flooded back as she relearned how to grace her way through the crowds...the
people she never seemed to have a problem with, but the animals were a
different story, especially the stubborness of Camels...nevertheless she had
managed to stay with group without going to far ahead...finally stopping when a
Merchant approached...*
"Mluo...I do hope its fresh" she takes a small piece and eats it. As
far as Osa was concerned, Mluo was far tastier then the Scuttle she had
recently grown accustomed to "It's absolutely splendid" she responds
to the Merchant
[479]
Dana whispered to Osa. "You know, if you want to buy something, you don't
just tell the merchant that what he sells is splendid. That just raises the
price."
Dana turned to the merchant, taking a bite from the mluo. She frowned and
grimaced. "It's not the best mluo I have ever tasted..."
Now fierce haggling began between Dana and the merchant, almost like a
swordfight, Dana commenting on the taste of the cheese, the merchant
complimenting her on her looks and the charming company she kept, followed by
the labours the merchant had to go through to offer this fine piece of food.
In the end, coins were exchanged and Dana was proud owner of a very tasty mluo.
"Don't worry about the merchant.", Dana said to her companions.
"I think we both got what we wanted."
She pulled out a knife from her belt, sliced the mluo in three parts and handed
one to Osa and Shaka each. "For you."
To Shaka, she said. "That's just cheese. Just very good
cheese."
The party then continued their way through the bazaar, with Dana leading them
through the streets, until they ended up at a plaza.
"The temple or Arkay.", she said, motioning to the building in front
of them. [480]
[481] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 05:32 PM)
[482] Anya stepped out the
Mage's Guild, into Cyrodiil, Riechi behind her. It was her first time in
Cyrodiil, but she quickly founda tavern for her and Riechi to rent a
room. She stored her gear, opting for just clothes and her dagger. She fingered
the amulet, "Well, Riechi, I'm going to go alone first. I don't know what
I'll find, and would rather not have you accidently tripping anything. I'll be
back shortly."
She activated the amulet, which was supposed to bring her to the Bathogorgen
sanctuary, and disappeared in a swirl of magic.
[484]
The Sanctuary of the Bathogorgen Tribe
Arriving amid a swirl of emerald and white magicka, Anya finds herself in a
spartan circular chamber with walls of stone, standing on a raised platform
decorated with intricate Velothi symbols and strange glowing glyphs. The curved
triangle sign of Bathogorgen marking the only door leading into and out of the
chamber.
Standing at the four compass points in the room are four Dremora, standing at
eternal attention, each bearing giant shimmering warhammers of Daedric steel.
The Dremora raise their hammers at the sight of an unfamiliar figure, but upon
seeing Anya's emerald amulet, they lower their weapons and resume their vigil,
staring fixedly ahead and ignoring Anya.[485]
[486] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 03:34 PM)
[487] Sentinel
Dana laughed at Vaan and Sivartus.
"You just don't know what's really good!"
Dana whispered to Osa. "You know, if you want to buy something, you don't
just tell the merchant that what he sells is splendid. That just raises the
price."
Dana turned to the merchant, taking a bite from the mluo. She frowned and
grimaced. "It's not the best mluo I have ever tasted..."
Now fierce haggling began between Dana and the merchant, almost like a
swordfight, Dana commenting on the taste of the cheese, the merchant
complimenting her on her looks and the charming company she kept, followed by
the labours the merchant had to go through to offer this fine piece of food.
In the end, coins were exchanged and Dana was proud owner of a very tasty mluo.
"Don't worry about the merchant.", Dana said to her companions.
"I think we both got what we wanted."
She pulled out a knife from her belt, sliced the mluo in two halves and handed
one to Osa with a smile. "For you."
The party then continued their way through the bazaar, with Dana leading them
through the streets, until they ended up at a plaza.
"The temple or Arkay.", she said, motioning to the building in front
of them.
[489]
*Whispering to Dana: "I know but sometimes complements weigh more then
gold"
*...Osa then does a great deal of giggling at the stand-off between Dana and
the Merchant, smiling about the fact that the Mluo was actually very tasty,
still nonetheless she allowed Dana to keep up the act...which probably cost her
less in the end...*
"Thank You" Osa replies as wraps the Mluo up in a small piece of
cloth, following along as Dana leads the way [490]
[491] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 04:38 PM)
[492] The Sanctuary of
the Bathogorgen Tribe
Arriving amid a swirl of emerald and white magicka, Anya finds herself in a
spartan circular chamber with walls of stone, standing on a raised platform
decorated with intricate Velothi symbols and strange glowing glyphs. The
curved triangle sign of Bathogorgen marking the only door leading into and out
of the chamber.
Standing at the four compass points in the room are four Dremora, standing at
eternal attention, each bearing giant shimmering warhammers of Daedric
steel. The Dremora raise their hammers at the sight of an unfamiliar
figure, but upon seeing Anya's emerald amulet, they lower their weapons and
resume their vigil, staring fixedly ahead and ignoring Anya.
[494]
Anya studied the dremora intently, waving her hand over their eyes. The
commands binding them were strong, keeping them in a vigil for such a length of
time. She stepped to the door, her attention wavering with the dremora, and ran
her hand over the Bathogorgen sigil. Shoving the door open, she stepped out of
the chamber. [495]
[496] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 05:34 PM)
[497] Sentinel
...
The party then continued their way through the bazaar, with Dana leading them
through the streets, until they ended up at a plaza.
"The temple or Arkay.", she said, motioning to the building in front
of them.
[499]
The Temple of Arkay rose before the party, built of somber grey and white
stone; the temple's walls curved around in a great circle, parted to let
worshippers walk in and out through the well-ordered courtyard where priests
calmly went about tending to well-kept trees and consoling the bereaved. Three
monolith-like towers reach upwards above the circular walls of the temple,
dividing the circle into three distinct sections; the central walkway into the
courtyard branches off at the center to lead to the center of each monolith
tower, where heavy, majestic doors await to beckon the faithful inside.
Within the temple, priests and worshippers walk with reverent, measured paces
over sandstone-colored floors marked with simple patterns of circles and
rectangles, light streaming in from domed glass ceilings decorated with
depictions of the twelve blessed constellations, and bearing the mark of the
circle at their center. Lightly-armored men with the sigil of the circle on
their surcoats and shields stand at the main doors, and a simply-attired priest
approaches the party, wearing an amulet marked with the same symbol.
"Maythe blessings of Arkay be with you and yours," he says, bowing
deeply to the group, his thick black hair cropped short. A benign, fatherly
smile creases his lips, showing through a neatly-kept moustache and beard.
"I am Father Tralen; I have been told to expect you."[500]
Shaka bowed in return. "A beautiful temple, Father. I noticed it has three
towers; may I ask their significance?" [501]
[502] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 05:34 PM)
[503] Sentinel
Now fierce haggling began between Dana and the merchant, almost like a
swordfight, Dana commenting on the taste of the cheese, the merchant
complimenting her on her looks and the charming company she kept, followed by
the labours the merchant had to go through to offer this fine piece of food.
In the end, coins were exchanged and Dana was proud owner of a very tasty mluo.
[505]
Sivartus laughed inside at the feeble attempts of the merchant to raise the
price by complementing on Dana's good looks, and the complements that she had a
charming party with her. In the end, Dana seemed to get the better deal. As
they walked up to the Temple, he gazed up at the massive structure.[506]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 05:53 PM)
[507] The Temple of Arkay rose
before the party, built of somber grey and white stone; the temple's walls
curved around in a great circle, parted to let worshippers walk in and out
through the well-ordered courtyard where priests calmly went about tending to
well-kept trees and consoling the bereaved. Three monolith-like towers
reach upwards above the circular walls of the temple, dividing the circle into
three distinct sections; the central walkway into the courtyard branches off at
the center to lead to the center of each monolith tower, where heavy, majestic
doors await to beckon the faithful inside.
Within the temple, priests and worshippers walk with reverent, measured paces
over sandstone-colored floors marked with simple patterns of circles and
rectangles, light streaming in from domed glass ceilings decorated with
depictions of the twelve blessed constellations, and bearing the mark of the
circle at their center. Lightly-armored men with the sigil of the circle
on their surcoats and shields stand at the main doors, and a simply-attired
priest approaches the party, wearing an amulet marked with the same symbol.
"Maythe blessings of Arkay be with you and yours," he says, bowing
deeply to the group, his thick black hair cropped short. A benign,
fatherly smile creases his lips, showing through a neatly-kept moustache and
beard. "I am Father Tralen; I have been told to expect you."
[509]
"The temple here has some impressive architecture," Sivartus said,
bowing back. [510]
[511] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 03:53 PM)
[512] The Temple of Arkay
rose before the party, built of somber grey and white stone; the temple's walls
curved around in a great circle, parted to let worshippers walk in and out
through the well-ordered courtyard where priests calmly went about tending to
well-kept trees and consoling the bereaved. Three monolith-like towers
reach upwards above the circular walls of the temple, dividing the circle into
three distinct sections; the central walkway into the courtyard branches off at
the center to lead to the center of each monolith tower, where heavy, majestic
doors await to beckon the faithful inside.
Within the temple, priests and worshippers walk with reverent, measured paces
over sandstone-colored floors marked with simple patterns of circles and
rectangles, light streaming in from domed glass ceilings decorated with
depictions of the twelve blessed constellations, and bearing the mark of the
circle at their center. Lightly-armored men with the sigil of the circle
on their surcoats and shields stand at the main doors, and a simply-attired
priest approaches the party, wearing an amulet marked with the same symbol.
"Maythe blessings of Arkay be with you and yours," he says, bowing
deeply to the group, his thick black hair cropped short. A benign,
fatherly smile creases his lips, showing through a neatly-kept moustache and
beard. "I am Father Tralen; I have been told to expect you."
[514]
*...When entering the Temple, Osa was bewildered by its majesty, the three
Towers streaking skyward and the well kept trees in the Gardens...but it was
the inside of the Temple which truely captured her awe...especially the
shimmering of the sunlight through the Glass Ceilings, staring up at the
constellation of the Lady, her attention diverting when Father Tralen
approached...she bowed gracefully and gave him her full attention...* [515]
[516] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 10:53 PM)
[517] "Maythe blessings of Arkay be with you and yours," he says, bowing deeply to the group, his thick black hair cropped short. A benign, fatherly smile creases his lips, showing through a neatly-kept moustache and beard. "I am Father Tralen; I have been told to expect you."
[519]
Vaan bowed back to the priest and looked up to the temple. It was quite a site,
certainly the most attention grabbing building in the bazaar. Vaan took it in,
making sure he retained a good memory of this architecture, should it ever be
needed in the future.
[520]
[521] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 05:45 PM)
[522] Anya studied the dremora intently, waving her hand over their eyes. The commands binding them were strong, keeping them in a vigil for such a length of time. She stepped to the door, her attention wavering with the dremora, and ran her hand over the Bathogorgen sigil. Shoving the door open, she stepped out of the chamber.
[524]
Despite keeping a stony-faced vigil, the Dremora somehow give Anya the
impression of being very, very bored, and more than a little irratible. Perhaps
it was the way the light in the room cast shadows over their armored bodies, or
just the faint whiff of brimstone and gore that surrounded them.
The door leads to a corridor of stone, the walls marked with ancient glyphs,
which even to Anya's untrained eyes look notably different from the markings in
the previous chamber, or anything the Bosmer has seen at all. There is a faint,
damp muskiness in the air, which gives Anya the impresison of being deep
underground. At regular intervals, shining crystals imbedded in the walls
provide light enough for Anya to see clearly, and the sound of footsteps echoes
through the corridor, suggesting that there are people just ahead.
Should Anya continue forward, she'll find herself in what looks like a main
hall, decorated with tapestries bearing the markings of the Sixth House, which
by now will look familiar, if uneasily so, to the Bosmer. Three thrones, the
center higher than the others, stand proeminently in the far end of the hall,
though from the looks of them, they haven't seen much use of late.
Gold-braceleted men and women walk with dull eyes through the hall, mostly
keeping themselves busy with dusting and fixing the place up.
As Anya's eyes notice the two other exits to the chamber, one of which being a
set of doors a good forty feet high, a better-dressed and somewhat clearer-eyed
man come up to Anya, bowing ervilley and saying "Welcome, daughter of
Bathogorgen; I am Entrius, seneshal to the Prima Mater of your line. What can I
do for you? Do you require sustenance, or have you come seeking an audience
with the Lady Dayla?"
His tone is polite, even congenial, but Anya can note that his eyes are
watching Anya like a hawk's.[525]
Sentinel[526]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 05:53 PM)
[527] "Maythe blessings of Arkay be with you and yours," he says, bowing deeply to the group, his thick black hair cropped short. A benign, fatherly smile creases his lips, showing through a neatly-kept moustache and beard. "I am Father Tralen; I have been told to expect you."
[529]
"The shelter of Arkay may protect us all in the circle of our life.",
Dana answered. "Doubtlessly, you have heard from the plague that lies on
Ephesus. We seek a way to repel the influence of the enemies of Arkay and those
who violate his laws."
Dana, having been born in Sentinel, did not gaze at the temple's impressive
architecture as much as the others, yet she still traced the familiar
characteristics of it with an appreciating eye. [530]
[531] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 05:06 PM)
[532] As Anya's eyes notice
the two other exits to the chamber, one of which being a set of doors a good
forty feet high, a better-dressed and somewhat clearer-eyed man come up to
Anya, bowing ervilley and saying "Welcome, daughter of Bathogorgen; I am
Entrius, seneshal to the Prima Mater of your line. What can I do for
you? Do you require sustenance, or have you come seeking an audience with
the Lady Dayla?"
His tone is polite, even congenial, but Anya can note that his eyes are
watching Anya like a hawk's.
[534]
Anya waved irritably, not used to people bowing to her. Anya didn't like his
stare, either, her glowing eyes glaring back, "Stand up straight. So
Dayla's here? I hand't expected that, even though I should have. Take me to my
mater." [535]
[536] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 05:58 PM)
[537] Shaka bowed in return. "A beautiful temple, Father. I noticed it has three towers; may I ask their significance?"
[539]
"They mark the three major points in the circle, my son," Father
Tralen says to Shaka. "Birth, Death, and Renewal; the eternal cycle over
which Arkay presides."[540]
QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 25 2006, 06:00 PM)
[541] Sivartus laughed
inside at the feeble attempts of the merchant to raise the price by complementing
on Dana's good looks, and the complements that she had a charming party with
her. In the end, Dana seemed to get the better deal. As they walked up to the
Temple, he gazed up at the massive structure.
"The temple here has some impressive architecture," Sivartus said,
bowing back.
[543]
Father Tralen smiles again to Sivartus. "Thank you," he says simply. [544]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 06:07 PM)
[545] Sentinel
"The shelter of Arkay may protect us all in the circle of our life.",
Dana answered. "Doubtlessly, you have heard from the plague that lies on
Ephesus. We seek a way to repel the influence of the enemies of Arkay and those
who violate his laws."
Dana, having been born in Sentinel, did not gaze at the temple's impressive
architecture as much as the others, yet she still traced the familiar
characteristics of it with an appreciating eye.
[547]
"Indeed, we have," Father Tralen says, his angular features drawing
together into a somber expresison. "The Temple is the sworn enemy of
Mannimarco, and we have pondered how best to combat this latest evil he has
inflicted upon our land."
Leading the party further into the temple, into a well-kept library, Father
Tralen sighs. "Unfortunately, the God of Worms's power is quite potent,
and as of yet his necromantic magics have resisted even our blessings and
exorcisms. It would take powerful and blessed artifacts to shield any brave
heroes who would brave the necromancer's den, very powerful artifacts
indeed."
"Fortunately, we have through diligent study learned of the location of
one such artifact which would be of help to you in your quest," he
continues, smiling briefly. "Are you familiar with the legendary
Spellbreaker?" [548]
[549] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:20 PM)
[550]
"Fortunately, we have through diligent study learned of the location of
one such artifact which would be of help to you in your quest," he
continues, smiling briefly. "Are you familiar with the legendary
Spellbreaker?"
[552]
Shaka had studied informally the history of a number of legendary artifacts,
given his own experiences with such. "A famous shield, Father? Something
spoken of in connection with undead such as vampires, if I remember
right."
[553]
Ald Raathim, Castle Daruhn[554]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:14 PM)
[555] She thinks for a moment of her adventures with Goranthir, her eyes sad evenas a smile creeps to her face. Then, remembering something, she asks "Did you by chance find a ring with Goranthir's things?"
[557]
"Possibly, it's mostly clothing, and I think I do remember a ring,"
Kethiah nodded, looking at Loranna curiously. "Something special about
it?"
[558]
[559] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 06:14 PM)
[560] Anya waved irritably, not used to people bowing to her. Anya didn't like his stare, either, her glowing eyes glaring back, "Stand up straight. So Dayla's here? I hand't expected that, even though I should have. Take me to my mater."
[562]
"As you wish, mistress," Entrius says, rising and turning toward the
normal-sized door. "This way please."
There was little doubt about it; there was something in Entrius's tone and
manner that set off alarm bells in Anya's mind. He acted servile to her, but
his body language was that of someone watching a snake creep past them, just
waiting for signs of it to strike.
Entrius leads Anya down more corridors, where she sees other gold-braceleted
people, her vampiric senses seeing the mark of Bathogorgen on them. They stare
at Anya with dull eyes, but even through their stupor, they give off an
impression of nervousness. As they walk past Anya and Entrius, her ears are
tickled by the sound of them whispering to one another, in tones so hushed even
her hightened hearing can't quite make them out.
At length Entrius opens the door to a chamber lit by actual sunlight, a glass
dome covering a long stone chimney. Trees and exotic plants fill this chamber,
and Entrius leads Anya down a mint-scented path to a forked-trunk birch, where
a truly large black-scaled snake lies coiled around the twisted limbs, lazily
flicking its tongue out at Anya's snake-woman mater.
"Your filia, my Lady," Entrius announces, bowing slightly; Dayla
turns, looking at Anya with an expresison of surprise, which quickly melts to a
bemused smile.
"I hadn't expected to see you so soon," she says, slithering over to
Anya, holding out a hand to her in greeting. Entrius stands to the side,
patient and servile - until Dayla narrows her eyes at him and says "You
may go now, Entrius."
"As you wish, my Lady," Entrius replies, bowing once again and
walking away. Dayla follows the Imperial with her eyes the whole time.[563]
[564] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:20 PM)
[565] "Indeed, we
have," Father Tralen says, his angular features drawing together into a
somber expresison. "The Temple is the sworn enemy of Mannimarco, and
we have pondered how best to combat this latest evil he has inflicted upon our
land."
Leading the party further into the temple, into a well-kept library, Father
Tralen sighs. "Unfortunately, the God of Worms's power is quite
potent, and as of yet his necromantic magics have resisted even our blessings
and exorcisms. It would take powerful and blessed artifacts to shield any
brave heroes who would brave the necromancer's den, very powerful artifacts
indeed."
"Fortunately, we have through diligent study learned of the location of
one such artifact which would be of help to you in your quest," he
continues, smiling briefly. "Are you familiar with the legendary
Spellbreaker?"
[567]
Dana thought for a moment. "It's a shield, attributed to the dwarven king
Rourken. It is of dwarven metal and powerful in reflecting magic and silencing
enemy mages. The shield was originally crafted as a weapon and defense against
the wizard Shalidor. Rumours tell that it seems to have appeared at least a few
times after it disappeared from the battlefield where Rourken and Shalidor
fought." [568]
[569] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 04:20 PM)
[570] "They mark the
three major points in the circle, my son," Father Tralen says to
Shaka. "Birth, Death, and Renewal; the eternal cycle over which
Arkay presides."
Father Tralen smiles again to Sivartus. "We are always eager to
explain the lessons of Arkay to new people," he says to the Breton
mage. "Perhaps when our business is concluded you would like to stay
a while and speak with me on spiritual matters?"
"Indeed, we have," Father Tralen says, his angular features drawing
together into a somber expresison. "The Temple is the sworn enemy of
Mannimarco, and we have pondered how best to combat this latest evil he has
inflicted upon our land."
Leading the party further into the temple, into a well-kept library, Father
Tralen sighs. "Unfortunately, the God of Worms's power is quite
potent, and as of yet his necromantic magics have resisted even our blessings
and exorcisms. It would take powerful and blessed artifacts to shield any
brave heroes who would brave the necromancer's den, very powerful artifacts
indeed."
"Fortunately, we have through diligent study learned of the location of
one such artifact which would be of help to you in your quest," he
continues, smiling briefly. "Are you familiar with the legendary
Spellbreaker?"
[572]
*...Osa follows Father Tralen into the library, looking over the spines of
books...she walks slowly around and gets a good feel for what lies in the
absolute multitude of literature present...*
"Spellbreaker?...I've heard of that, a Dwemer Shield that can supposedly
Reflect Magicka, right?" Osa finally says "Err, I guess Dana knows a
fair deal more about it then I" she says as she goes back to looking over
the stores of books [573]
[574] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 06:29 PM)
[575] Ald Raathim, Castle
Daruhn
"Possibly, it's mostly clothing, and I think I do remember a ring,"
Kethiah nodded, looking at Loranna curiously. "Something special about
it?"
[577]
"The ring bore an enchantment that let Goranthir unleash Kynarine's power
withough getting himself blown all over the place," Loranna explains.
"It let him use the blade's power to its fullest extent - or at least more
fully than he could with just his own mortal strength."
She sighs a bit, mumbling "Wish I'd have thought to fortify his strength
and endurance when we fought together those few times; it might have helped him
call upon even more of Kynarine's power. I'll have to mention that to whoever
goes to rescue him."[578]
[579] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 05:31 PM)
[580] "Your filia, my
Lady," Entrius announces, bowing slightly; Dayla turns, looking at Anya
with an expresison of surprise, which quickly melts to a bemused smile.
"I hadn't expected to see you so soon," she says, slithering over to
Anya, holding out a hand to her in greeting. Entrius stands to the side,
patient and servile - until Dayla narrows her eyes at him and says "You
may go now, Entrius."
"As you wish, my Lady," Entrius replies, bowing once again and
walking away. Dayla follows the Imperial with her eyes the whole time.
[582]
Anya glanced at where the large snake rested, before settling on her mater. She
took her mater's hand, giving Dayla her own tentative smile. "I didn't
think to see you so soon either."
"If I might ask, why does the Imperial have such a... hostile demeaner? As
a matter of fact, this whole sanctuary seems filled with quiet animals waiting
for me to attack." [583]
[584] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:20 PM)
[585] "Fortunately, we have through diligent study learned of the location of one such artifact which would be of help to you in your quest," he continues, smiling briefly. "Are you familiar with the legendary Spellbreaker?"
[587]
"Yes," Sivartus said, trying to remember back to when he had read
about it. "It is a shield able to reflect spells, unless I am
mistaken." [588]
Vaan sat in the
nearest chair and thought for a couple of seconds, before answering.
"It's a shield with two apparent enchantments. One silences spellmakers,
the other reflects magic. Naturally, quite a few brethren have searched for it,
to no avail. It also has a reputation for running away after a short period of
time." [589]
[590] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 06:26 PM)
[591] Shaka had studied informally the history of a number of legendary artifacts, given his own experiences with such. "A famous shield, Father? Something spoken of in connection with undead such as vampires, if I remember right."
QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 06:31 PM)
[595] Dana thought for a moment. "It's a shield, attributed to the dwarven king Rourken. It is of dwarven metal and powerful in reflecting magic and silencing enemy mages. The shield was originally crafted as a weapon and defense against the wizard Shalidor. Rumours tell that it seems to have appeared at least a few times after it disappeared from the battlefield where Rourken and Shalidor fought."
QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 06:31 PM)
[599] *...Osa follows Father
Tralen into the library, looking over the spines of books...she walks slowly
around and gets a good feel for what lies in the absolute multitude of
literature present...*
"Spellbreaker?...I've heard of that, a Dwemer Shield that can supposedly
Reflect Magicka, right?" Osa finally says "Err, I guess Dana knows a
fair deal more about it then I" she says
[601]
"I see you are a learned bunch," Frather Tralen says with evident
satisfaction. "Yes; the shield is perhaps not the holiest of artifacts one
could find, but its whole purpose is to resist and protect against hostile
magic, and my fellow priests and I feel that, with Arkay's blessing bestowed
upon Spellbreaker, it will serve you well in your struggle agaisnt
Mannimarco."
"To this end, we have sent one of our best Knights of the Circle, Sir
Gancolm, to track down the shield and bring it to us, that we may prepare it
for your struggle. By our divinations, we have learned that Spellbreaker is
right here, in Sentinel." Father Tralen smiles once again. "Arkay
watches closely over his chosen, does he not?"[602]
Castle Daruhn, Ald Raathim[603]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:35 PM)
[604] "The ring bore an
enchantment that let Goranthir unleash Kynarine's power withough getting himself
blown all over the place," Loranna explains. "It let him use
the blade's power to its fullest extent - or at least more fully than he could
with just his own mortal strength."
She sighs a bit, mumbling "Wish I'd have thought to fortify his strength
and endurance when we fought together those few times; it might have helped him
call upon even more of Kynarine's power. I'll have to mention that to
whoever goes to rescue him."
[606]
"I'll do another search through his things, and see if I can find it,"
Kethiah nods. "Of course, it could also be on the Akarvina. You know, it's
been restored by the same Nordic shipwrights who built it, so we at least have
one warship in the harbor again ..."
[607]
[608] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 06:39 PM)
[609] Anya glanced at where
the large snake rested, before settling on her mater. She took her mater's
hand, giving Dayla her own tentative smile. "I didn't think to see you so
soon either."
"If I might ask, why does the Imperial have such a... hostile demeaner? As
a matter of fact, this whole sanctuary seems filled with quiet animals waiting
for me to attack."
[611]
Dayla's fingers wrap around Anya's, their touch cool on Anya's unliving skin,
though Anya can just feelthe warmthof the blood beneath. At the mention of
Entrius's demeanor, Dayla frowns.
"Entrius ... was Ashana's creature," she explains. "Even after
her death, he remains her creature, and he recalls her law against her filia
bearing filia of their own." She sighs, glancing away from Anya for a
second. "As for the other servants and cattle ... well, in the past two
months our line has gone from seven to two, with you being someone completely
new. Even the heavily charmed can feel nervousness when their whole world is so
drastically changed."
"But what brings you here, filia?" she asks, turning back to face
Anya. "Are your friends indeed pitting themselves against
Mannimarco?" There is a taut nervousness in Dayla's eyes as she speaks.[612]
[613] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 06:48 PM)
[614] Castle Daruhn, Ald
Raathim
"I'll do another search through his things, and see if I can find
it," Kethiah nods. "Of course, it could also be on the
Akarvina. You know, it's been restored by the same Nordic shipwrights who
built it, so we at least have one warship in the harbor again ..."
[616]
"I'm going to have to live till at least a hundred and twenty to pay back
all the loans for our navy," Loranna says, grumbling through a smile.
"That's a good idea; we should look on his ship as well. Hmm ... perhaps I
should do that; I actually have a few moments to myself ..."[617]
[618] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 04:45 PM)
[619] "I see you are a
learned bunch," Frather Tralen says with evident satisfaction.
"Yes; the shield is perhaps not the holiest of artifacts one could find,
but its whole purpose is to resist and protect against hostile magic, and my
fellow priests and I feel that, with Arkay's blessing bestowed upon Spellbreaker,
it will serve you well in your struggle agaisnt Mannimarco."
"To this end, we have sent one of our best Knights of the Circle, Sir
Gancolm, to track down the shield and bring it to us, that we may prepare it
for your struggle. By our divinations, we have learned that Spellbreaker
is right here, in Sentinel." Father Tralen smiles once again.
"Arkay watches closely over his chosen, does he not?"
[621]
*...Osa listens intently while Father Tralen speaks...only becoming distracted
when she notices a book that seems rather out of place "Arkay The
Enemy" is the name that jumps out at her...patiently though, she says
nothing...* [622]
[623] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 11:45 PM)
[624] "To this end, we have sent one of our best Knights of the Circle, Sir Gancolm, to track down the shield and bring it to us, that we may prepare it for your struggle. By our divinations, we have learned that Spellbreaker is right here, in Sentinel." Father Tralen smiles once again. "Arkay watches closely over his chosen, does he not?"
[626]
"When it comes to matters of Mannimarco, I'm sure he's a very willing
god." Smiled Vaan.
"Your dedication in this matter is most kind, Father. Spellbreaker will
aid us greatly."
Vaan hoped also, that the shield had not succumbed to it's age, and lost what
enchantment it had. [627]
[628] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:45 PM)
[629] "I see you are a
learned bunch," Frather Tralen says with evident satisfaction.
"Yes; the shield is perhaps not the holiest of artifacts one could find,
but its whole purpose is to resist and protect against hostile magic, and my
fellow priests and I feel that, with Arkay's blessing bestowed upon
Spellbreaker, it will serve you well in your struggle agaisnt Mannimarco."
"To this end, we have sent one of our best Knights of the Circle, Sir
Gancolm, to track down the shield and bring it to us, that we may prepare it
for your struggle. By our divinations, we have learned that Spellbreaker
is right here, in Sentinel." Father Tralen smiles once again.
"Arkay watches closely over his chosen, does he not?"
[631]
"We would be pleased to help Sir Gancolm in his quest and serve the temple
of Arkay, for this is truly an artifact that might help all of us in the
end..", Dana said. "Truly, Arkay's blessing lies on this temple and
all that walk under its roof."
"Where has Sir Gancolm been sent to? We would be glad to offer him our
assistance." [632]
[633] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:45 PM)
[634] "I see you are a
learned bunch," Frather Tralen says with evident satisfaction.
"Yes; the shield is perhaps not the holiest of artifacts one could find,
but its whole purpose is to resist and protect against hostile magic, and my
fellow priests and I feel that, with Arkay's blessing bestowed upon
Spellbreaker, it will serve you well in your struggle agaisnt Mannimarco."
"To this end, we have sent one of our best Knights of the Circle, Sir
Gancolm, to track down the shield and bring it to us, that we may prepare it
for your struggle. By our divinations, we have learned that Spellbreaker
is right here, in Sentinel." Father Tralen smiles once again.
"Arkay watches closely over his chosen, does he not?"
[636]
"So it's in Sentinel, but where exactly?" Sivartus said, "Do you
have control over it, or does someone else have it?" [637]
[638] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 05:50 PM)
[639] Dayla's fingers wrap
around Anya's, their touch cool on Anya's unliving skin, though Anya can just
feelthe warmthof the blood beneath. At the mention of Entrius's demeanor,
Dayla frowns.
"Entrius ... was Ashana's creature," she explains. "Even
after her death, he remains her creature, and he recalls her law against her
filia bearing filia of their own." She sighs, glancing away from
Anya for a second. "As for the other servants and cattle ... well,
in the past two months our line has gone from seven to two, with you being
someone completely new. Even the heavily charmed can feel nervousness
when their whole world is so drastically changed."
"But what brings you here, filia?" she asks, turning back to face
Anya. "Are your friends indeed pitting themselves against
Mannimarco?" There is a taut nervousness in Dayla's eyes as she
speaks.
[641]
"My original intent was to see what was now mine, ours. But since your
here..." Anya trailed off, glancing to where Entrius had left. Anya's skin
tingled from Dayla's touch, but she didn't let go.
"Yes, my friends are pitting themselves." Anya said, sighing,
"And I remember you offering to give me whatever information you might
have..." [642]
Ald Raathim[643]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:53 PM)
[644] "I'm going to have to live till at least a hundred and twenty to pay back all the loans for our navy," Loranna says, grumbling through a smile. "That's a good idea; we should look on his ship as well. Hmm ... perhaps I should do that; I actually have a few moments to myself ..."
[646]
"I'll walk back with you to the harbor, and look in the cellar while you
look on the ship," Kethiah smiled.
The Harbor
Kethiah went into the tavern, and Loranna could see how busy the harbor had
become. Among the freetraders, Nords mostly, the word can been spread about the
Resolution of Zenithar in Ald Raathim, and even those whose business was
elsewhere came to make prayers for favorable negotiations and good profits.
The Resolution itself was nearing completion, thanks to work around the clock
by the temple faithful. It had changed the skyline of Ald Raathim with its
enormous obelisk, set upon the top of the Resolution, nearly a hundred feet
above the sea.
Goranthir's warship, The Akarvina, was in dry dock while the Nord shipwrights
worked on restoring it. Two hundred and fifty feet long with a displacement of
three thousand tons, and a fifty foot tall forecastle, it was an impressive
sight to behold again. Diamond's unfinished figurehead of Kynareth still graced
its bow.
The shipwrights bowed to see their Duchess.
[647]
[648] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 06:59 PM)
[649] "We would be
pleased to help Sir Gancolm in his quest and serve the temple of Arkay, for
this is truly an artifact that might help all of us in the end..", Dana
said. "Truly, Arkay's blessing lies on this temple and all that walk under
its roof."
"Where has Sir Gancolm been sent to? We would be glad to offer him our
assistance."
[651]
"One moment; let me send for the Knight Captain of the Temple,"
Father Tralen says, sending an initiate out. Moments later, a somewhat burly
Redguard in a steel breastplate and bearing a mithril claymore on his back
enters, his hard eyes looking over the party with the brief, but
all-encompassing, glance of a trained swordsman.
"Captain Jartod, these are the people we were expecting," Father
Tralen says. "They have offered to help Sir Gancolm retrieve the
Spellbreaker."
"Have they?" Jartod asks, his voice curt for a Redguard as he looks
over the party again. "Hmm ... well, it seems you have a couple people
versed in the art of warfare among you, and you all look like you've seen a
scrape or two ..." His eyes linger a moment on Dana, as he frowns
slightly, but he nods.
"Very well; according to our intelligence, the Spellbreaker was in the
hands of a ruthless band of raiders," Jartod explains. "For whatever
reason or another, they seem to be taking refuge in Sentinel's sewers; don't
bother making any of the obvious jokes, my men and I have already said
them." At this, he cracks a quick grin, looking much more likable when he
does.
"Sir Gancolm's not the sort to let sand stick to his boots; he's already
gone down into the sewers to find the raiders and flush them out," he
continues. "Normally I'd have sent more men; these raiders have a mage who
fancies himself a necromancer, and they've made trouble for our caravans
before. But Gancolm's a good man; he's our best swordsman other than myself and
he's skilled at fighting groups on his own, so we let him go alone. If you want
to find him and help him though, I'm afraid you'll have to go down in the
sewers yourselves and find him - hopefully before the raiders find you."[652]
[653] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 07:11 PM)
[654] Ald Raathim
"I'll walk back with you to the harbor, and look in the cellar while you
look on the ship," Kethiah smiled.
The Harbor
Kethiah went into the tavern, and Loranna could see how busy the harbor had
become. Among the freetraders, Nords mostly, the word can been spread
about the Resolution of Zenithar in Ald Raathim, and even those whose business
was elsewhere came to make prayers for favorable negotiations and good profits.
The Resolution itself was nearing completion, thanks to work around the clock
by the temple faithful. It had changed the skyline of Ald Raathim with
its enormous obelisk, set upon the top of the Resolution, nearly a hundred feet
above the sea.
Goranthir's warship, The Akarvina, was in dry dock while the Nord shipwrights
worked on restoring it. Two hundred and fifty feet long with a
displacement of three thousand tons, and a fifty foot tall forecastle, it was
an impressive sight to behold again. Diamond's unfinished figurehead of
Kynareth still graced its bow.
The shipwrights bowed to see their Duchess.
[656]
Loranna acknowledges the shipwrights with a nod, hailing the head man.
"Mind if I take a look around the ship, friend? Work this breathtaking I
simply must see up close."
Truthfully, seeing the Akarvna was bringing back memories, good memories of the
maiden voyage, of Goranthir, laughing, the wind in his hair and that beautiful
smile on his face. Even if she wasn't looking for his ring, she'd have wanted
to walk on the deck once more, and remember...[657]
[658] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:13 PM)
[659]
If you want to find him and help him though, I'm afraid you'll have to
go down in the sewers yourselves and find him - hopefully before the raiders
find you."
[661]
"We'd better get at it, then," said Shaka, inwardly wincing at the
thought of the overwhelming, especially for a Betmer, smells they might soon be
facing. Shaka had gotten the quest for the Spear of Bitter Mercy through one
such exploration; though he suspected Vivec City's sewers were if anything
cleaner than Sentinel's.[662]
[663] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 05:13 PM)
[664] "One moment; let
me send for the Knight Captain of the Temple," Father Tralen says, sending
an initiate out. Moments later, a somewhat burly Redguard in a steel
breastplate and bearing a mithril claymore on his back enters, his hard eyes
looking over the party with the brief, but all-encompassing, glance of a
trained swordsman.
"Captain Jartod, these are the people we were expecting," Father
Tralen says. "They have offered to help Sir Gancolm retrieve the
Spellbreaker."
"Have they?" Jartod asks, his voice curt for a Redguard as he looks
over the party again. "Hmm ... well, it seems you have a couple
people versed in the art of warfare among you, and you all look like you've
seen a scrape or two ..." His eyes linger a moment on Dana, as he
frowns slightly, but he nods.
"Very well; according to our intelligence, the Spellbreaker was in the
hands of a ruthless band of raiders," Jartod explains. "For
whatever reason or another, they seem to be taking refuge in Sentinel's sewers;
don't bother making any of the obvious jokes, my men and I have already said
them." At this, he cracks a quick grin, looking much more likable
when he does.
"Sir Gancolm's not the sort to let sand stick to his boots; he's already
gone down into the sewers to find the raiders and flush them out," he
continues. "Normally I'd have sent more men; these raiders have a
mage who fancies himself a necromancer, and they've made trouble for our
caravans before. But Gancolm's a good man; he's our best swordsman other
than myself and he's skilled at fighting groups on his own, so we let him go
alone. If you want to find him and help him though, I'm afraid you'll
have to go down in the sewers yourselves and find him - hopefully before the raiders
find you."
[666]
"The Sewers? Raiders?...Necromantic Mages? Well this certainly will be
a learning experience, I sure hope this Jartod is as good as he says"
*...Osa tightens the strap on her Bag and removes one of the Scrolls shes been
carrying, and examines it carefully before moving it to her belt...she also
makes sure the lid on her Flask is on tight...*
"I hope he's not to far ahead...the sewers dont sound exactly like a good
time" Osa finally says as she makes some last minute adjustments
[667]
Drydocks, Ald Raathim[668]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:17 PM)
[669] Loranna acknowledges
the shipwrights with a nod, hailing the head man. "Mind if I take a
look around the ship, friend? Work this breathtaking I simply must see up
close."
Truthfully, seeing the Akarvna was bringing back memories, good memories of the
maiden voyage, of Goranthir, laughing, the wind in his hair and that beautiful
smile on his face. Even if she wasn't looking for his ring, she'd have
wanted to walk on the deck once more, and remember...
[671]
"Of course, your Grace," said the head shipwright, helping the gravid
Duchess on board the ship. Besides, the familiar lines, there were still scorch
marks from the Akarvina's role in the two battles against the Butcher Of The
Bay, which were being sanded down and restored. In the captain's quarters, she
found Goranthir's armor, and the three skimpy outfits and body make-up he,
Tris, and Allerleirauh had worn when they dressed as Vivec, Hircine, and Almalexia
for the masque in Firsthold.
"We'll be done with it soon," the head shipwright added.
"Perhaps your Grace would commission us for another ship?"[672]
[673] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:13 PM)
[674] "
"Sir Gancolm's not the sort to let sand stick to his boots; he's already
gone down into the sewers to find the raiders and flush them out," he
continues. "Normally I'd have sent more men; these raiders have a
mage who fancies himself a necromancer, and they've made trouble for our
caravans before. But Gancolm's a good man; he's our best swordsman other
than myself and he's skilled at fighting groups on his own, so we let him go
alone. If you want to find him and help him though, I'm afraid you'll
have to go down in the sewers yourselves and find him - hopefully before the
raiders find you."
[676]
"Where is the nearest entrance to the sewers?" Sivartus said,
thinking of the smell he would have to endure trying to recover this artifact. [677]
[678] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 07:07 PM)
[679] "My original
intent was to see what was now mine, ours. But since your here..." Anya
trailed off, glancing to where Entrius had left. Anya's skin tingled from
Dayla's touch, but she didn't let go.
"Yes, my friends are pitting themselves." Anya said, sighing,
"And I remember you offering to give me whatever information you might
have..."
[681]
Dayla's expression darkens, and she squeezes Anya's fingers more tightly.
"Your friends are brave, I'll give them that," she says. "To
seek to face Mannimarco, so soon after what they must have felt in Tel Dresori
... I truthfully can't say I remember seeing a group of mortals so willing to
throw themselves into the breach in all my years. Watch your domain well, my filia;
your friends' blood will attract others of our kind."
"As for Mannimarco ... I scouted out Scourg Barrow as much as I dared,
soon after Geht destroyed my brothers," Dayla continues. "It was ...
frightening. Despite all my magics I never once felt like I was hidden from
Mannimarco's eye; I could feel something reaching out, clawing at my mind,
urging me to join in the celebration of death ... and the things there I saw
..."
Dayla shivers. "Mannimarco fancies himself an artist, apparently. He takes
corpses, zombies, skeletons, and he puts them together to create new
monstrosities, sometimes without even taking the original corpses apart to do
so. I saw a giant made out of the bodies of zombies, its arms and legs
literally zombies liked together with wire and magic, its chest made of
something I didn't even recognize, its head and hands a mass of dead pythons. I
saw sentry pillars made of unliving flesh molded around a stone needle, gifted
with the ability to form pseudopods."
She pauses. "And ... I saw unliving diaromas, which grabbed at passing
zombies and ... and pulled them into itself ..." She looks to Anya, her
eyes shining and afraid. "And those are just what I saw before I fled,
fearing that if I stayed any longer, he'd make me part of one of his works."
[682]
Kintain shook his head
for a minute.
"Wait, what are the Naga, and what do they have to do with extracting the
Hisk sap?" He asked, very confused. [683]
[684] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 07:28 PM)
[685] Drydocks, Ald
Raathim
"Of course, your Grace," said the head shipwright, helping the gravid
Duchess on board the ship. Besides, the familiar lines, there were still
scorch marks from the Akarvina's role in the two battles against the Butcher Of
The Bay, which were being sanded down and restored. In the captain's
quarters, she found Goranthir's armor, and the three skimpy outfits and body
make-up he, Tris, and Allerleirauh had worn when they dressed as Vivec,
Hircine, and Almalexia for the masque in Firsthold.
"We'll be done with it soon," the head shipwright added.
"Perhaps your Grace would commission us for another ship?"
[687]
Loranna touches the outfits, imagining her friends walking around Firsthold
wearing nothing but these snatches of cloth and that huge set of horns. It
takes her a few seconds to reply to the shipwright.
"Another and likely even more after that; I'm surviving on a borrowed navy
right now," she tells the shipwright, smiling. "We'll discuss how
many a little later; for right now though ... may I have a moment to just, look
around?" she asks. [688]
Drydocks, Ald Raathim[689]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:35 PM)
[690] Loranna touches the
outfits, imagining her friends walking around Firsthold wearing nothing but
these snatches of cloth and that huge set of horns. It takes her a few
seconds to reply to the shipwright.
"Another and likely even more after that; I'm surviving on a borrowed navy
right now," she tells the shipwright, smiling. "We'll discuss
how many a little later; for right now though ... may I have a moment to just,
look around?" she asks.
[692]
The shipwright nodded and grinned. "Of course, your Grace. I have a lot of
work to do yet ..."
He returned to his men as they continued to work on the deck. As she passed
them, Loranna remembered the last time she had been on the deck of the boat,
and the vision of Sheogorath came to her:
As I look down from my golden path,
Whom do I spy in the bubbling bath?
She’s grown a flower what was but a bud
From the sea to the ashfields of blood
A Goddess behind thee, and a Goddess ahead,
Death crawls behind, and before thee doth tred,
I tell thee the truth of which thou dost fear
Thou willst bury two thou love most dear
Do not fear the dark, for here comes the sun,
And it ‘twill not set ‘til the fight’s lost and won.
[693]
[694] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:30 PM)
[695] Dayla's expression
darkens, and she squeezes Anya's fingers more tightly.
"Your friends are brave, I'll give them that," she says.
"To seek to face Mannimarco, so soon after what they must have felt in Tel
Dresori ... I truthfully can't say I remember seeing a group of mortals so
willing to throw themselves into the breach in all my years. Watch your
domain well, my filia; your friends' blood will attract others of our
kind."
"As for Mannimarco ... I scouted out Scourg Barrow as much as I dared,
soon after Geht destroyed my brothers," Dayla continues. "It
was ... frightening. Despite all my magics I never once felt like I was
hidden from Mannimarco's eye; I could feel something reaching out, clawing at
my mind, urging me to join in the celebration of death ... and the things there
I saw ..."
Dayla shivers. "Mannimarco fancies himself an artist,
apparently. He takes corpses, zombies, skeletons, and he puts them
together to create new monstrosities, sometimes without even taking the
original corpses apart to do so. I saw a giant made out of the bodies of
zombies, its arms and legs literally zombies liked together with wire and
magic, its chest made of something I didn't even recognize, its head and hands
a mass of dead pythons. I saw sentry pillars made of unliving flesh
molded around a stone needle, gifted with the ability to form pseudopods."
She pauses. "And ... I saw unliving diaromas, which grabbed at
passing zombies and ... and pulled them into itself ..." She looks
to Anya, her eyes shining and afraid. "And those are just what I saw
before I fled, fearing that if I stayed any longer, he'd make me part of
one of his works."
[697]
Anya's face darkened as Dayla continued talking. She had never see her mater
scared like this. Defeated, tired, angry, certianly, but this genuine fear
startled her. Anya gripped Dayla's arm tighter, the fear spilling to her
slightly. "That's..."
"So you were able to enter Scourg Barrow? My friends are looking for a way
past that aura that kills all that come near right now." Anya looked
Dayla, eyes glancing about, "Is that all you saw? Nothing of Geht?"[698]
[699] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:13 PM)
[700] "One moment; let
me send for the Knight Captain of the Temple," Father Tralen says, sending
an initiate out. Moments later, a somewhat burly Redguard in a steel breastplate
and bearing a mithril claymore on his back enters, his hard eyes looking over
the party with the brief, but all-encompassing, glance of a trained swordsman.
"Captain Jartod, these are the people we were expecting," Father
Tralen says. "They have offered to help Sir Gancolm retrieve the
Spellbreaker."
"Have they?" Jartod asks, his voice curt for a Redguard as he looks
over the party again. "Hmm ... well, it seems you have a couple
people versed in the art of warfare among you, and you all look like you've
seen a scrape or two ..." His eyes linger a moment on Dana, as he
frowns slightly, but he nods.
"Very well; according to our intelligence, the Spellbreaker was in the
hands of a ruthless band of raiders," Jartod explains. "For
whatever reason or another, they seem to be taking refuge in Sentinel's sewers;
don't bother making any of the obvious jokes, my men and I have already said
them." At this, he cracks a quick grin, looking much more likable
when he does.
"Sir Gancolm's not the sort to let sand stick to his boots; he's already
gone down into the sewers to find the raiders and flush them out," he
continues. "Normally I'd have sent more men; these raiders have a
mage who fancies himself a necromancer, and they've made trouble for our caravans
before. But Gancolm's a good man; he's our best swordsman other than
myself and he's skilled at fighting groups on his own, so we let him go
alone. If you want to find him and help him though, I'm afraid you'll
have to go down in the sewers yourselves and find him - hopefully before the
raiders find you."
[702]
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Jartod.", Dana said, nodding to
the warrior. "I have to say, I don't like the smell of Sentinel sewers...
At second thought, I do not like the smell of any sewer."
Dana sighed, but then pulled herself up. "And I would have preferred
not to see bloodshed...", she thought, though loudly, she spoke:
"My nose might complain, but this doesn't affect that I will do what needs
to be done. We'll help Sir Gancolm find the raiders. At least, we can help the
city, the temple, the king and ourselves in doing so." [703]
[704] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 07:49 PM)
[705] Drydocks, Ald
Raathim
The shipwright nodded and grinned. "Of course, your Grace. I have a
lot of work to do yet ..."
He returned to his men as they continued to work on the deck. As she
passed them, Loranna remembered the last time she had been on the deck of the
boat, and the vision of Sheogorath came to her:
As I look down from my golden path,
Whom do I spy in the bubbling bath?
She’s grown a flower what was but a bud
From the sea to the ashfields of blood
A Goddess behind thee, and a Goddess ahead,
Death crawls behind, and before thee doth tred,
I tell thee the truth of which thou dost fear
Thou willst bury two thou love most dear
Do not fear the dark, for here comes the sun,
And it ‘twill not set ‘til the fight’s lost and won.
[707]
Loranna's breath catches in her throat; suddenly, she feels a presence next to
her, her mind's eyes seeing a handsome youth with wild eyes and the
immaculately-groomed attire of a banker, green vest, cane, and all ...
For a moment she can't bring herself to turn her head, her heart pounding and
her baby kicking inside her, feeling her distress. Then, forcing herself
through sheer effort of will, she whirls her whole body around ...
... to see nothing. No sign of anyone else in the room, no sign of anyone
having been there. No sign that she was actually visited once again by the daM
doG, or if her mind simply conjured up the image itself. And with the Prince of
Madness, how would one tell the difference between the one and the other,
especially to one who had kissed his very lips?
Tears form in Loranna's eyes, and she hugs herself and her baby, rocking gently
back and forth to sooth the child within her. Her tearstreaks reach all the way
down her cheeks as she hums a wordless tune in time with her rocking, until she
and the baby are at peace again.
Wiping her eyes, but with the memory of the suffering she felt after Molag Mar
fresh in her mind, she looks around the cabin, her eyes searching for
Goranthir's ring.[708]
[709] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 05:54 PM)
[710] "Pleased to make
your acquaintance, Jartod.", Dana said, nodding to the warrior. "I
have to say, I don't like the smell of Sentinel sewers... At second thought, I
do not like the smell of any sewer."
Dana sighed, but then pulled herself up. "And I would have preferred
not to see bloodshed...", she thought, though loudly, she spoke:
"My nose might complain, but this doesn't affect that I will do what needs
to be done. We'll help Sir Gancolm find the raiders. At least, we can help the
city, the temple, the king and ourselves in doing so."
[712]
"Hmm, I'd have to agree with that smell statement" Osa thinks
as she removes a brilliant green piece of Cloth, which she quickly rubs a piece
of Heather into the fabric "that should help with the smell...its a
good thing I had a lite lunch"[713]
[714] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 07:54 PM)
[715] "Pleased to make
your acquaintance, Jartod.", Dana said, nodding to the warrior. "I
have to say, I don't like the smell of Sentinel sewers... At second thought, I
do not like the smell of any sewer."
Dana sighed, but then pulled herself up. "And I would have preferred
not to see bloodshed...", she thought, though loudly, she spoke:
"My nose might complain, but this doesn't affect that I will do what needs
to be done. We'll help Sir Gancolm find the raiders. At least, we can help the
city, the temple, the king and ourselves in doing so."
[717]
Jartod nods. "Just the sort of sentiment I'd expect from a true daughter
of Hammerfell," he says approvingly. "It is said that in times of
dire need, the desert winds will bring heroes from across the land to where
they are needed; I see the winds have brought us stout-hearted souls
indeed."
Calling for a squire, Jartod provides Dana with a map showing Sentinel's
sewers, marking several spots. "These are the palces where we've confirmed
sightings of the raiders," he tells the group. "Knowing Sir Gancolm,
he'll search those spots first, then methodically work his way out from there.
He's a patient and thorough sort, doesn't leave any stones unturned."
"If you require any supplies, the Temple can provide you with potions and
scrolls," Father Tralen adds.
"Aye, and our quartermaster can provide you with some gear if you feel you
need it too," Jartod says. "Well then, Arkay watch over you all and
see that you live to enjoy the full circles of your lives."[718]
Stormhold, the Inferno[719]
QUOTE(ristaag @ Feb 25 2006, 07:34 PM)
[720] Kintain shook his head
for a minute.
"Wait, what are the Naga, and what do they have to do with extracting the
Hisk sap?" He asked, very confused.
[722]
"I thought you were from Blackmarsh?", a voice said from behind. A
Breton circled around Kintain's table then sat down. He looked strangely at the
Breton halfbreed, curiosity, worry and a hint of distrust.
"Naga are huge Argonians. A different kind, not very well known outside
the Marsh. They have beady black eyes spiked backs, venomous fangs. I don't
want to fight another bunch of them. They were foes that you do not prefer to
see again."
Nalion put his arms on the table.
"Why did you follow us?", he asked. [723]
[724] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:04 PM)
[725] Jartod nods.
"Just the sort of sentiment I'd expect from a true daughter of
Hammerfell," he says approvingly. "It is said that in times of
dire need, the desert winds will bring heroes from across the land to where
they are needed; I see the winds have brought us stout-hearted souls
indeed."
Calling for a squire, Jartod provides Dana with a map showing Sentinel's
sewers, marking several spots. "These are the palces where we've
confirmed sightings of the raiders," he tells the group.
"Knowing Sir Gancolm, he'll search those spots first, then methodically
work his way out from there. He's a patient and thorough sort, doesn't
leave any stones unturned."
"If you require any supplies, the Temple can provide you with potions and
scrolls," Father Tralen adds.
"Aye, and our quartermaster can provide you with some gear if you feel you
need it too," Jartod says. "Well then, Arkay watch over you all
and see that you live to enjoy the full circles of your lives."
[727]
*...the chance to get free Scrolls before going into a hostile environment
brightened Osa's spirits slightly as she tied the Cloth around her neck,
leaving it ready for action...to her disappointment though the Scrolls would be
little help as most seemed to be for buffing up warriors, and curing
Disease...neither of which is of use to Osa...the lone Conjuration Scroll she
finds though, again regains her hope...the last item she takes is a small vest,
apparently made of Mythril, as it had the same strange hue of blue as Jartods
Claymore...she excuses herself and walks into a room (more like a storage
closet) to quickly change...she comes out adjusting the vest for a proper fit...*
[728]
[729] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 07:50 PM)
[730] Anya's face darkened
as Dayla continued talking. She had never see her mater scared like this.
Defeated, tired, angry, certianly, but this genuine fear startled her. Anya
gripped Dayla's arm tighter, the fear spilling to her slightly.
"That's..."
"So you were able to enter Scourg Barrow? My friends are looking for a way
past that aura that kills all that come near right now." Anya looked
Dayla, eyes glancing about, "Is that all you saw? Nothing of Geht?"
[732]
"Nothing of Geht himself, no," Dayla admits, her eyes closing and her
head drooping slowly unti her chin touches her chest. "Perhaps he has been
out gathering an army of animals to serve Mannimarco, or perhaps he has been
working as Mannimarco's assassin, as he did in Firsthold."
Seeming to draw strength from Anya's touch, Dayla calms slightly, saying
"I don't know how to get your friends path the death field. It won't harm
you, or any other vampire; we're undead, after all, even if I'd sooner throw
myself into Mangus than live in a world the God of Worms decides to make.
Ashana has many necromantic texts though, having learned the art to better know
her father's weaknesses; I know little of the topic myself but Slyvos probably
can find something in them that would help."
"Even if you get past the death field though, you'll need ways to fight
Geht's and Mannimarco's power," Dayla continues. "Those holy swords
your friends used against us in Tel Dresori might be useful, though I doubt the
Temple's going to let those out of their sight, unless Mannimarco's breathing
down their own necks."[733]
Kintain was stuck for
a moment. His slip of the tongue was indeed foolish; first of all for giving
away himself, and second of all for showing his ignorance of ancient Argonian
heritage.
"I...was hoping to return to the Marsh, and I heard that you were heading
there. I could try and help, if you wish..." He said, his voice slightly
stiffled. [734]
[735] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:04 PM)
[736] "If you require
any supplies, the Temple can provide you with potions and scrolls," Father
Tralen adds.
"Aye, and our quartermaster can provide you with some gear if you feel you
need it too," Jartod says. "Well then, Arkay watch over you all
and see that you live to enjoy the full circles of your lives."
[738]
Sivartus declines any potions or scrolls, and especially any armor, already
having everything he needs with him. He walks over to Osa as they wait,
inquiring to her as they wait.
"Nothing good in the stack of scrolls they have?" [739]
Sentinel, the Temple of Arkay[740]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:04 PM)
[741] Jartod nods.
"Just the sort of sentiment I'd expect from a true daughter of
Hammerfell," he says approvingly. "It is said that in times of
dire need, the desert winds will bring heroes from across the land to where
they are needed; I see the winds have brought us stout-hearted souls
indeed."
Calling for a squire, Jartod provides Dana with a map showing Sentinel's
sewers, marking several spots. "These are the palces where we've
confirmed sightings of the raiders," he tells the group.
"Knowing Sir Gancolm, he'll search those spots first, then methodically
work his way out from there. He's a patient and thorough sort, doesn't
leave any stones unturned."
"If you require any supplies, the Temple can provide you with potions and
scrolls," Father Tralen adds.
"Aye, and our quartermaster can provide you with some gear if you feel you
need it too," Jartod says. "Well then, Arkay watch over you all
and see that you live to enjoy the full circles of your lives."
[743]
Dana looked at the map, pointing at the marked locations.
"This seems to be under the bazaar... that one is near the palace. The
entrance closest to the temple would be...", Dana muttered moving her
index finger over the map. "Here... Then we can follow the points
systematically."
"If you could provide me with a room to dress properly for the sewers, I'd
be thankful. I somehow think that my current clothing is not truly appropriate
for bandits - or sewers."
She pointed at her jewelry and her short clothes and shrugged. [744]
[745] QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 25 2006, 06:21 PM)
[746] Sivartus declines any
potions or scrolls, and especially any armor, already having everything he
needs with him. He walks over to Osa as they wait, inquiring to her as they
wait.
"Nothing good in the scroll stack?"
[748]
"Not really anything I could use...however I did find this" *Sivartus
will note that the first readable word is 'Summon'* "...it might come in
handy" [749]
[750] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:13 PM)
[751] "Nothing of Geht
himself, no," Dayla admits, her eyes closing and her head drooping slowly
unti her chin touches her chest. "Perhaps he has been out gathering
an army of animals to serve Mannimarco, or perhaps he has been working as
Mannimarco's assassin, as he did in Firsthold."
Seeming to draw strength from Anya's touch, Dayla calms slightly, saying
"I don't know how to get your friends path the death field. It won't
harm you, or any other vampire; we're undead, after all, even if I'd sooner
throw myself into Mangus than live in a world the God of Worms decides to
make. Ashana has many necromantic texts though, having learned the art to
better know her father's weaknesses; I know little of the topic myself but
Slyvos probably can find something in them that would help."
"Even if you get past the death field though, you'll need ways to fight
Geht's and Mannimarco's power," Dayla continues. "Those holy
swords your friends used against us in Tel Dresori might be useful, though I
doubt the Temple's going to let those out of their sight, unless Mannimarco's
breathing down their own necks."
[753]
Anya pursed her lips, "I appreciate your help, mater, I really do. It's
odd though, that Geht would gather living animals for Mannimarco. I have no
intentions of going near him, not if it can be helped though, Dayla."
Anya turned slightly, looking at the door, "As for those books, could you
show me to the library, perhaps? I would like to get to my intial plan and look
at what we have here. What really caught my ear were the books about our tribe
that you told me about, although it would be a good idea to see what can be
used." Anya paused, and her actions became hesitant, "Er, actually,
would you mind if I brought someone else here?" [754]
[755] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 08:21 PM)
[756] Dana looked at the
map, pointing at the marked locations.
"This seems to be under the bazaar... that one is near the palace. The
entrance closest to the temple would be...", Dana muttered moving her
index finger over the map. "Here... Then we can follow the points
systematically."
"If you could provide me with a room to dress properly for the sewers,
I'd be thankful. I somehow think that my current clothing is not truly
appropriate for bandits - or sewers."
She pointed at her jewelry and her short clothes and shrugged.
[758]
"We have the cleanest sewers in all of Tamriel, but you have a
point," Jartod says, chuckling a bit. "Let's see what we can do for
you, then;at the worst we'vegot some robes and pants ..."
When everyone was properly prepared, Father Tralen intones a quiet blessing
over the group, saying "Fare thee well, friends; may Arkay and the Nine
guide you on your quest."[759]
Stormhold, the Inferno[760]
QUOTE(ristaag @ Feb 25 2006, 08:15 PM)
[761] Kintain was stuck for
a moment. His slip of the tongue was indeed foolish; first of all for giving
away himself, and second of all for showing his ignorance of ancient Argonian
heritage.
"I...was hoping to return to the Marsh, and I heard that you were heading
there. I could try and help, if you wish..." He said, his voice slightly
stiffled.
[763]
"How could you help us? Are you familiar with the customs and traditions
here that might be of help?", Nalion asked, with still no change in his
expression. "What do you know of our purpose here?"
A barmaid brought the mage a glass of wine, smiling at him. Despite his
reserved attitude against Kintain, Nalion seemed calm enough to enjoy a good
vintage in front of the one he had doubts about. [764]
[765] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 08:24 PM)
[766] Anya pursed her lips,
"I appreciate your help, mater, I really do. It's odd though, that Geht
would gather living animals for Mannimarco. I have no intentions of going near
him, not if it can be helped though, Dayla."
Anya turned slightly, looking at the door, "As for those books, could you
show me to the library, perhaps? I would like to get to my intial plan and look
at what we have here. What really caught my ear were the books about our tribe
that you told me about, although it would be a good idea to see what can be
used." Anya paused, and her actions became hesitant, "Er, actually,
would you mind if I brought someone else here?"
[768]
"Just who were you thinking?" Dayla asks, frowning as she starts
slithering along the path.[769]
"I can help
maneuver through the Marsh, as well as fight, if it
must come to that. I shall work to the best of my abilities, should you provide
some kind of food, water, board, or anything of the like. I need to eat, you
know." He paused, looking away from the table. "I shall try to listen
and learn of your mission...and I swear to not repeat it, if you wish."
He waited, though not for an answer, but for them to continue talking. He was
done for now. [770]
[771] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:31 PM)
[772] "Just who were you thinking?" Dayla asks, frowning as she starts slithering along the path.
[774]
Anya kept up with Dayla, speak up a little sheepishly, "Well, I wasn't
expecting to find anyone, or knew what to expect really. I brought a friend
along, You met him at Ald Sotha and Tel Dresori, the dunmer Riechi." [775]
[776] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 06:25 PM)
[777] When everyone was properly prepared, Father Tralen intones a quiet blessing over the group, saying "Fare thee well, friends; may Arkay and the Nine guide you on your quest."
[779]
*...Osa prepares herself,mentally, as she waits to depart...the butterflies in
her stomach going away at a rapid pace...*[780]
[781] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 08:33 PM)
[782] Anya kept up with Dayla, speak up a little sheepishly, "Well, I wasn't expecting to find anyone, or knew what to expect really. I brought a friend along, You met him at Ald Sotha and Tel Dresori, the dunmer Riechi."
[784]
"The werewolf?" Dayla asks, pausing to consider for a moment.
Anya will suddenly feel something cool and scaly light onher shoulder, as the
big black snake slithers onto her, its tongue flicking at Anya's ear.
"Shaa, what have I told you about plopping on peoples' shoulders?"
Dayla sighs, shaking her head with abemused grin as she reaches up to pet the
snake's head. "My filia, meet Shaa, my only surviving pet. A right old
snake he is; four centuries old and still as lazy as the day I first brought
him here."[785]
[786] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:38 PM)
[787] "The
werewolf?" Dayla asks, pausing to consider for a moment.
Anya will suddenly feel something cool and scaly light onher shoulder, as the
big black snake slithers onto her, its tongue flicking at Anya's ear.
"Shaa, what have I told you about plopping on peoples' shoulders?"
Dayla sighs, shaking her head with abemused grin as she reaches up to pet the
snake's head. "My filia, meet Shaa, my only surviving pet. A
right old snake he is; four centuries old and still as lazy as the day I first
brought him here."
[789]
Anya's ear twitched from the ticklish tongue. She reached up to scratch the
scaly chin of the snake. "He suits you, Dayla. I noticed him on my way in.
A right old, massive pet."
She craned her head at the snake, using beast tongue, "Don't suprise me,
next time, a little warning would be nice."
Anya continued to scratch Shaa, but turned to her mater, "Now, about the
werewolf?" [790]
Sentinel, the Temple of Arkay[791]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:25 PM)
[792] "We have the
cleanest sewers in all of Tamriel, but you have a point," Jartod says,
chuckling a bit. "Let's see what we can do for you, then;at the
worst we'vegot some robes and pants ..."
When everyone was properly prepared, Father Tralen intones a quiet blessing
over the group, saying "Fare thee well, friends; may Arkay and the Nine
guide you on your quest."
[794]
Dana returned, clad in a more protective outfit, soft leather armour.
"So, everyone's ready? I'd be out of the sewers rather sooner than
later.", Dana said to her companions. Then, she turned towards Father
Tralen and Jartod. "Thank you for your assistance and the valuable
information. We will return as soon as possible and do our best to obtain
Spellbraker." [795]
The Akarvina, Drydocks, Ald Raathim[796]
QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:59 PM)
[797] Wiping her eyes, but with the memory of the suffering she felt after Molag Mar fresh in her mind, she looks around the cabin, her eyes searching for Goranthir's ring.
[799]
After more wandering, over the ship and through her memories which it invoked,
Loranna was ready to give up. Perhaps Kethiah had better luck in the cellar at
the inn, among Goranthir's belongings there? As she started for the steps, she
saw something glinting between the floor boards of the deck.
It was the ring. Evidently, it had been swept from the captain's cabin, and
become lodged in the floor. With a little effort, Loranna pulled the ring out
of the crack.[800]
[801] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 06:46 PM)
[802] Sentinel, the
Temple of Arkay
Dana returned, clad in a more protective outfit, soft leather armour.
"So, everyone's ready? I'd be out of the sewers rather sooner than
later.", Dana said to her companions."
[804]
"I'll second that" Osa merrily replies[805]
[806] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 08:43 PM)
[807] Anya's ear twitched
from the ticklish tongue. She reached up to scratch the scaly chin of the
snake. "He suits you, Dayla. I noticed him on my way in. A right old,
massive pet."
She craned her head at the snake, using beast tongue, "Don't suprise me,
next time, a little warning would be nice."
Anya continued to scratch Shaa, but turned to her mater, "Now, about the
werewolf?"
[809]
Shaa's response to Anya is simple, direct, and surprisingly charming: "I warn
you now that the next time you're in reach, I'll use you as a perch." He
then promptly half-dozes off on Anya's shoulder.
Dayla chuckles, but she stares at Anya thoughtfully. "Tell me, have your
friends met anyother Bosmer lately?" she asks, before blinking. "Have
Reichi come here? Welllll .... hrn; perhaps we could, if he - and you - might
not mind doing your mater a favor. One which might help you as well."[810]
[811] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:48 PM)
[812] Shaa's response to
Anya is simple, direct, and surprisingly charming: "I warn you now
that the next time you're in reach, I'll use you as a perch." He
then promptly half-dozes off on Anya's shoulder.
Dayla chuckles, but she stares at Anya thoughtfully. "Tell me, have
your friends met anyother Bosmer lately?" she asks, before blinking.
"Have Reichi come here? Welllll .... hrn; perhaps we could, if he -
and you - might not mind doing your mater a favor. One which might help
you as well."
[814]
Anya shook her head at the snake, then looked at her mater, "We've met one
other recently, a pert girl."
Anya cocked her head slighty, wondering what Dayla wanted, "And what would
that favor be?" [815]
[816] QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Feb 25 2006, 08:48 PM)
[817] The Akarvina,
Drydocks, Ald Raathim
After more wandering, over the ship and through her memories which it invoked,
Loranna was ready to give up. Perhaps Kethiah had better luck in the
cellar at the inn, among Goranthir's belongings there? As she started for
the steps, she saw something glinting between the floor boards of the deck.
It was the ring. Evidently, it had been swept from the captain's cabin,
and become lodged in the floor. With a little effort, Loranna pulled the
ring out of the crack.
[819]
Sitting on her haunches, Loranna holds the ring up to her eye level, admiring
the intricate Nordic designs engraved into the band. A light breeze flutters
some stray hairs that had fallen into her face, the touch of Kyne's realm from
wence the ring came making itself felt. Even just holding the ring, Loranna
felt more solid, more balanced, half-convinced that not even a stampeding herd
of Ogrims could uproot her if she so chose.
"As Kynarine doubtless misses his hand, do you miss his finger?" Loranna
asks the ring, smiling a bit. "Or were you gracing some other hero's hand
for a while and now come back to us in these troubled times? After all, she was
made for him, while you ... you have had a history before him, and were passed
to him in a similar time of dark need."
She slowly stands and carefully stows the ring away. "Welcome back either
way; I shall see that you find your way back to him, that you can once again
grant him your strength," she promises. "Just seeing you again
reminds me of the breath Kyne granted me and my friends; no matter what evil we
face, no matter how great the task set before us, we shall have the courage to
do what must be done and set the world aright again, until the next trial
reveals itself."
As she makes her way to the cabin door, she pauses for a moment and laughs.
"Dibella, I'm really starting to sound like my father; it must be the
Pyrel blood in me," she says, hugging herself once more. "All right;
time to go tell Kethiah she can stop looking."
With another laugh, she heads for the Nymph and Noggin, a new spring noticable
in her step.[820]
Sentinel[821]
QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 08:48 PM)
[822] "I'll second that" Osa merrily replies
[824]
Dana again put her fingers to her mouth and waved to Father Tralen and Jartod,
taking her leave from them. She led the party outside of the temple, making
their way through the crowd again. Then, she took them into a side alley, which
led into a dead end. Well, not really a dead end. Sunken into the ground was a
locked grate. The party could make out the distinct smell of a proper sewer,
unpleasant, heavy, lightly acidic. A few blows with the hilt of Dana's sword
shattered the lock and she pulled the grate up.
Dana pulled up a scarf so that it covered her nose and mouth to hold off the
smell at least a bit. With the scarf up, she almost looked like a bandit
herself.
"Uhm, anyone being a true gentleman and go first?", she asked, her
voice slightly distorted by the piece of cloth around her mouth. [825]
[826] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 08:53 PM)
[827] Anya shook her head at
the snake, then looked at her mater, "We've met one other recently, a pert
girl."
Anya cocked her head slighty, wondering what Dayla wanted, "And what would
that favor be?"
[829]
"Well, you see," Dayla says, "Ashana left guardians to safeguard
her storehouses, especially the ones containing what powerful artifacts she
collected over the years. Those are part of our inheritance as her surviving
kin, but ... well, her guardians were conditioned to loyalty to her and her
alone, and since she died rather suddenly, there was never any proper ceremony
to transfer their loyalty to me."
Dayla looks a bit embarrased. "So, uh, to get to some of the storerooms I
kind of need to beat down the guardians she left, and a werewolf would be
pretty darn helpful for that. And your friend is a fierce fighter; I've seen
him in action."[830]
[831] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 10:06 PM)
[832] Sentinel
Dana pulled up a scarf so that it covered her nose and mouth to hold off the
smell at least a bit. With the scarf up, she almost looked like a bandit
herself.
"Uhm, anyone being a true gentleman and go first?", she asked, her
voice slightly distorted by the piece of cloth around her mouth.
[834]
"I'll go, Dana." Shaka moved forward, and an illuminating spell
appeared in his left hand. He tried to breathe through his mouth, but would
have to hope that his sense of smell would grow numb soon. Shaka gripped the
unsheathed Spear of Bitter Mercy in his right hand. Shaka dropped down the
entrance to the sewers, not landing too hard.[835]
[836] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 07:06 PM)
[837] Sentinel
Dana again put her fingers to her mouth and waved to Father Tralen and Jartod,
taking her leave from them. She led the party outside of the temple, making
their way through the crowd again. Then, she took them into a side alley, which
led into a dead end. Well, not really a dead end. Sunken into the ground was a
locked grate. The party could make out the distinct smell of a proper sewer,
unpleasant, heavy, lightly acidic. A few blows with the hilt of Dana's sword
shattered the lock and she pulled the grate up.
Dana pulled up a scarf so that it covered her nose and mouth to hold off the
smell at least a bit. With the scarf up, she almost looked like a bandit
herself.
"Uhm, anyone being a true gentleman and go first?", she asked, her
voice slightly distorted by the piece of cloth around her mouth.
[839]
*...the smell is nearly overwhelming as the group moves towards the
sewers...Osa bringing the cloth over her face to protect against the smell, and
luckily only the smell of Heather flows up her nose...she does look rather
silly and wonders if Dana feels the same way...*
"Yes...this is one of the few times when ladies shouldn't go first"
she says as she watches the Argonian Shaka go into the grate first [840]
[841] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 09:06 PM)
[842] Sentinel
Dana again put her fingers to her mouth and waved to Father Tralen and Jartod,
taking her leave from them. She led the party outside of the temple, making
their way through the crowd again. Then, she took them into a side alley, which
led into a dead end. Well, not really a dead end. Sunken into the ground was a
locked grate. The party could make out the distinct smell of a proper sewer,
unpleasant, heavy, lightly acidic. A few blows with the hilt of Dana's sword
shattered the lock and she pulled the grate up.
Dana pulled up a scarf so that it covered her nose and mouth to hold off the
smell at least a bit. With the scarf up, she almost looked like a bandit
herself.
"Uhm, anyone being a true gentleman and go first?", she asked, her
voice slightly distorted by the piece of cloth around her mouth.
QUOTE(One87xe @ Feb 25 2006, 09:12 PM)
[846] "Yes...this is one of the few times when ladies shouldn't go first" she says as she watches Shaka go into the grate first
[848]
"Well then, allow me," he said, casting a spell. He moved infront of
Osa and dropped into the grate before her, falling alittle slower than usual.
After landing softly, he was immediately hit with the smell of the sewers, and
he winced inside, trying not to let it show on the outside.
Great, he thought, I am the only one without a cloth. [849]
[850] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:07 PM)
[851] "Well, you
see," Dayla says, "Ashana left guardians to safeguard her
storehouses, especially the ones containing what powerful artifacts she
collected over the years. Those are part of our inheritance as her
surviving kin, but ... well, her guardians were conditioned to loyalty to her
and her alone, and since she died rather suddenly, there was never any proper
ceremony to transfer their loyalty to me."
Dayla looks a bit embarrased. "So, uh, to get to some of the
storerooms I kind of need to beat down the guardians she left, and a werewolf
would be pretty darn helpful for that. And your friend is a fierce
fighter; I've seen him in action."
[853]
Anya frowned, muttering, "Even with that blasted woman dead, she causes me
trouble."
Passing the slumbering Shaa to Dayla, Anya nodded, "Thank you, mater. I'll
go and let Riechi now. Er, you have another amulet?" [854]
*...Osa follows after Sivartus...and after reaching the ground (assuming it is actually ground) and attempts to stay as much in Shakas Illumination spell as she can...a Scroll tightly held in hand, ready to be used at a moments notice...she can also see the shadows of what she determines to be Rats...* [855]
Sentinel, the Sewers[856]
QUOTE(Sivartus @ Feb 25 2006, 09:18 PM)
[857] "Well then, allow
me," he said, casting a spell. He moved infront of Osa and dropped into
the grate before her, falling alittle slower than usual. After landing softly,
he was immediately hit with the smell of the sewers, and he winced inside,
trying not to let it show on the outside.
Great, he thought, I am the only one without a cloth.
[859]
"First thing I do when getting out of here, it taking a bath...",
Dana muttered to herself as she jumped down into the sewer. She pulled out the
map, took a thorough look at it, then tugged it away. We'll take this tunnel.
it should lead us deeper into the sewers, and close to the first points that
are marked on the map. Hopefully, we'll find Sir Gancolm soon."
With a fluent motion, she drew her sword and moved forward. [860]
[861] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 09:21 PM)
[862] Anya frowned,
muttering, "Even with that blasted woman dead, she causes me
trouble."
Passing the slumbering Shaa to Dayla, Anya nodded, "Thank you, mater. I'll
go and let Riechi now. Er, you have another amulet?"
[864]
Dayla drapes Shaa over her shoulders with evident affection. "I do; it's
either that or I go with you to carry him back the other way," she says,
giving a bit of a silly grin - which melts as she gets a wistful look in her
eyes and mutters "If he'd go for that, that is ..."
Shaking her head, she says "Uh, right; let's get that amulet." She
slithers down the path, not looking at Anya as she goes, her shoulders a bit
slumped. The three of them pass through another corridor, where the
pale-skinned cattle that they almost bump into stares at Dayla with wide eyes,
before falling to his knees and groveling.
Dayla figits, glaring at the cattle for a long moment before turning to look at
Anya. Her hard expression melts and she says to the cattle "It's all
right, just be more careful in the future. Now, return to your duties."
"Yes, my lady," the cattle whispers, shuffling on his knees to get
out of the way. He doesn't rise until Anya and Dayla are well past him, and
even then he watches them both until Dayla turns into a side room, showing Anya
into a small room full of knick knacks and magical items.
Picking another emerald amulet off a shelf, she hands it to Anya, then pauses,
slapping her forehead. "Stupid ... I forgot; these amulets are keyed to
only work on Bathogorgen," she says. "Security measure to keep
hunters out." She coughs. "And we're at least three days travel from
the nearest town, so ..."[865]
[866] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 09:25 PM)
[867] Sentinel, the
Sewers
"First thing I do when getting out of here, it taking a bath...",
Dana muttered to herself as she jumped down into the sewer. She pulled out the
map, took a thorough look at it, then tugged it away. We'll take this tunnel.
it should lead us deeper into the sewers, and close to the first points that
are marked on the map. Hopefully, we'll find Sir Gancolm soon."
With a fluent motion, she drew her sword and moved forward.
[869]
The sounds of many tiny, prattering feet, of small claws striking against
stone, accompany the party as they make their way through the sewers.
Occasionally, people can hear something plopping into the scuzzy water of the
sewers; whether that is the sound of garbage or something more ... active is
hard to tell. One thing is for certain though; If Jartod was telling the truth
about Sentinel's sewers being the best in Tamriel, then no one in their right
mind would ever walk into any other; even the heather in Osa's cloth can't
completely drown out the smell down here.
Gradually, though, as the party makes their way through the sewers, the smell
becomes less noticable, and thankfully the sewers have walkways so that people
can avoid having to wade through the water, at least most of the time. And
though there are rats, and even once or twice noises that sound like goblins,
none of the vermin in the sewers dares accost the group, knowing better than to
risk their lives.
The party reaches the first checkpoint, and then the second, taking over an
hour to reach both. The second hour passes into the third by the time they
approach the third checkpoint, when new smells tickle peoples' nostrils.
Blood. And burnt flesh. [870]
[871] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 10:37 PM)
[872] The party reaches the
first checkpoint, and then the second, taking over an hour to reach both.
The second hour passes into the third by the time they approach the third
checkpoint, when new smells tickle peoples' nostrils.
Blood. And burnt flesh.
[874]
Shaka halted, snatched from the tedium of the last few hours by the coppery
smell of blood. His Argonian instincts kicked in, and he was unconsciously more
focused.
Who bought it? he wondered. The knight we're joining, or the bandits?
[875]
[876] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 07:37 PM)
[877] The sounds of many tiny,
prattering feet, of small claws striking against stone, accompany the party as
they make their way through the sewers. Occasionally, people can hear
something plopping into the scuzzy water of the sewers; whether that is the
sound of garbage or something more ... active is hard to tell. One thing
is for certain though; If Jartod was telling the truth about Sentinel's sewers
being the best in Tamriel, then no one in their right mind would ever walk into
any other; even the heather in Osa's cloth can't completely drown out the smell
down here.
Gradually, though, as the party makes their way through the sewers, the smell
becomes less noticable, and thankfully the sewers have walkways so that people
can avoid having to wade through the water, at least most of the time.
And though there are rats, and even once or twice noises that sound like
goblins, none of the vermin in the sewers dares accost the group, knowing
better than to risk their lives.
The party reaches the first checkpoint, and then the second, taking over an
hour to reach both. The second hour passes into the third by the time
they approach the third checkpoint, when new smells tickles peoples'
nostrils.
Blood. And burnt flesh.
[879]
*...The first hour is the worst as truely not even Telvanni Bug Musk could mask
the stench of the sewers...a few of the odd noises catch Osa's ear, although
she again dismisses it as rats...a few of the larger sounds however concern her
slightly, Osa's father had always warned of Goblins in the Sewers and for the
most part she listened...although creeping through the murky crud that made up
the sewer really made her wish her sister Ora was with her, not because she was
good with a sword, but that she had thoroughly explored (for the most part) a
great deal of the sewer area in her youth, although she wondered how relevant
it would be...Ora quickly leaves her mind as time winds on...*
*...nearly three hours pass by Osa's count and the smell turns from that of a
foul stench, to that of dead flesh and burnt skin, she removes the cloth as it
appears to no longer be of use...she knew something was close...* [880]
[881] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:28 PM)
[882] Dayla drapes Shaa over
her shoulders with evident affection. "I do; it's either that or I
go with you to carry him back the other way," she says, giving a bit of a
silly grin - which melts as she gets a wistful look in her eyes and mutters
"If he'd go for that, that is ..."
Shaking her head, she says "Uh, right; let's get that amulet."
She slithers down the path, not looking at Anya as she goes, her shoulders a
bit slumped. The three of them pass through another corridor, where the
pale-skinned cattle that they almost bump into stares at Dayla with wide eyes,
before falling to his knees and groveling.
Dayla figits, glaring at the cattle for a long moment before turning to look at
Anya. Her hard expression melts and she says to the cattle "It's all
right, just be more careful in the future. Now, return to your
duties."
"Yes, my lady," the cattle whispers, shuffling on his knees to get
out of the way. He doesn't rise until Anya and Dayla are well past him,
and even then he watches them both until Dayla turns into a side room, showing
Anya into a small room full of knick knacks and magical items.
Picking another emerald amulet off a shelf, she hands it to Anya, then pauses,
slapping her forehead. "Stupid ... I forgot; these amulets are keyed
to only work on Bathogorgen," she says. "Security measure to
keep hunters out." She coughs. "And we're at least three
days travel from the nearest town, so ..."
[884]
Anya looked worriedly at Dayla as she spoke of swallowing Riechi, her affection
for that was still an unnatural feeling. Regaining her composure, she followed
Dayla down the path. When the cattle bumped into them, Anya felt a little
warmth as Dayla kept herself from treating the cattle poorly.
When Dayla mentioned the security measure, Anya frowned slighty, "How did
you get it to only work on us, anyway? Well... I don't know if Riechi will like
this, but come on." Anya couldn't help but smile a little, "And don't
act like you don't like this." [885]
Dana tried hard to banish the thoughts about the smells and about who or what was aruond the one or other corner over the time they were searching the sewers. She had almost managed to ignore the stench, as the smell of blood was in the air. Tightening her grip on her sword, she moved forward to invetigate, fearing the worst. [886]
[887] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 09:37 PM)
[888] The party reaches the
first checkpoint, and then the second, taking over an hour to reach both.
The second hour passes into the third by the time they approach the third
checkpoint, when new smells tickle peoples' nostrils.
Blood. And burnt flesh.
[890]
Sivartus had been walking through the sewers for around three hours,
occasionally using a water-walking spell to prevent him from having to wade
through sewage waste, when a new smell broke into the subsiding smell of the
sewers.
Is that blood I smell, he thought, wondering if they were coming up on
the bandits or their aftermath. [891]
[892] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 09:51 PM)
[893] Anya looked worriedly
at Dayla as she spoke of swallowing Riechi, her affection for that was still an
unnatural feeling. Regaining her composure, she followed Dayla down the path.
When the cattle bumped into them, Anya felt a little warmth as Dayla kept
herself from treating the cattle poorly.
When Dayla mentioned the security measure, Anya frowned slighty, "How did
you get it to only work on us, anyway? Well... I don't know if Riechi will like
this, but come on." Anya couldn't help but smile a little, "And don't
act like you don't like this."
[895]
"I didn't; Ashana did," Dayla says. "I'm lucky if I can convince
a rat's soul to shoot out a firebite spell; she was the one who mastered
enchanting ..."
Dayla mutters " ... to better know her father's weaknesses .... she told
me once about the security feature and I promptly forgot it after six
centuries. It never actually came up, ever; no one ever managed to steal my
amulet or my brothers'."
Looking in Anya's eyes, Dayla admits "You're right; I'm sorry my filia but
I find your firends as succulent as any other vampire would. I promised myself
though I wouldn't go digging into your larder, especially when it was one of
your close friends." She shrugs, causing Shaa to lazily come half-awake
and stare at Anya. "But it's the only other way to get him here, short of
a three day trek through the most heavily wooded parts of Cyrodiil ..."
"Tell you what; tell me where to meet you and I'll be there within a
couple hours," she prmoises. "If your friend is willing, great; if
not we'll figure out what to do about the storehouse together."[896]
Sentinel Sewers
The party finds themselves staring at the scene of a slaughter; no less than
seven dead bodies, Redguard and Breton or maybe something else, litter the
sewer floor, blood pooled out of severed limbs and heads, or simply charred
beyond recognition. One body, wearing robes marked with magical inscriptions,
is surrounded by putrid decaying corpseflesh and broken bones - the remains of
undead servants, no doubt. Bloody footprints lead away from the scene of the
battle, heading deeper into the sewer.
By the stickiness of the blood, and the fact that some of it has already dried,
the battle took place at least a little while ago, perhaps an hour or so. The
faint sound of rats can be heard just beyond peoples' sight, as the scavengers
of the sewers cautiously look to see if it's safe to come out to eat.[897]
[898] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:59 PM)
[899] "I didn't; Ashana
did," Dayla says. "I'm lucky if I can convince a rat's soul to
shoot out a firebite spell; she was the one who mastered enchanting ..."
Dayla mutters " ... to better know her father's weaknesses .... she told
me once about the security feature and I promptly forgot it after six
centuries. It never actually came up, ever; no one ever managed to steal
my amulet or my brothers'."
Looking in Anya's eyes, Dayla admits "You're right; I'm sorry my filia but
I find your firends as succulent as any other vampire would. I promised
myself though I wouldn't go digging into your larder, especially when it was
one of your close friends." She shrugs, causing Shaa to lazily come
half-awake and stare at Anya. "But it's the only other way to get
him here, short of a three day trek through the most heavily wooded parts of
Cyrodiil ..."
"Tell you what; tell me where to meet you and I'll be there within a
couple hours," she prmoises. "If your friend is willing, great;
if not we'll figure out what to do about the storehouse together."
[901]
Anya shook her head, unable to think of anything to say, "We got a room at
The Midriff Inn. I'll meet you there. Just... just don't do anything to Riechi.
You know not everyone enjoys it like you. Even I'm still trying to get work my
head around the idea."
Anya pulled out her Amulet of Recall, and winked at Shaa, "See you in a
bit, little dear." Anya appeared in the room a moment later. [902]
[903] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:05 PM)
[904] Sentinel Sewers
The party finds themselves staring at the scene of a slaughter; no less than
seven dead bodies, Redguard and Breton or maybe something else, litter the
sewer floor, blood pooled out of severed limbs and heads, or simply charred
beyond recognition. One body, wearing robes marked with magical
inscriptions, is surrounded by putrid decaying corpseflesh and broken bones -
the remains of undead servants, no doubt. Bloody footprints lead away
from the scene of the battle, heading deeper into the sewer.
By the stickiness of the blood, and the fact that some of it has already dried,
the battle took place at least a little while ago, perhaps an hour or so.
The faint sound of rats can be heard just beyond peoples' sight, as the
scavengers of the sewers cautiously look to see if it's safe to come out to
eat.
[906]
*...the first thing that strikes Osa's mind is the fact that this was obviously
the NecroMage they had been looking for...something that she didnt see though
was an Insignia of Arkay...meaning the Knight that got here before them might
be alive...she then waits to see what the group should do...*
[907]
[908] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 11:05 PM)
[909] Sentinel Sewers
The party finds themselves staring at the scene of a slaughter; no less than
seven dead bodies, Redguard and Breton or maybe something else, litter the
sewer floor, blood pooled out of severed limbs and heads, or simply charred
beyond recognition. One body, wearing robes marked with magical
inscriptions, is surrounded by putrid decaying corpseflesh and broken bones -
the remains of undead servants, no doubt. Bloody footprints lead away
from the scene of the battle, heading deeper into the sewer.
By the stickiness of the blood, and the fact that some of it has already dried,
the battle took place at least a little while ago, perhaps an hour or so.
The faint sound of rats can be heard just beyond peoples' sight, as the
scavengers of the sewers cautiously look to see if it's safe to come out to
eat.
[911]
Shaka felt his gorge rise, but fought it back. "Our bandit problem has
been solved, I think. Who could have done this . . . "
He glanced over at Dana. Steady on, sister, Shaka thought. He had wanted
to keep her from seeing something like this, after her experiences in Tel Dresori.
Shaka started going through the pouches and clothes of the dead, distasteful as
it was. They needed more clues about what they were facing, and the bandits had
no need of their spoils any more.
[912]
[913] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 10:05 PM)
[914] Sentinel Sewers
The party finds themselves staring at the scene of a slaughter; no less than
seven dead bodies, Redguard and Breton or maybe something else, litter the
sewer floor, blood pooled out of severed limbs and heads, or simply charred
beyond recognition. One body, wearing robes marked with magical
inscriptions, is surrounded by putrid decaying corpseflesh and broken bones -
the remains of undead servants, no doubt. Bloody footprints lead away
from the scene of the battle, heading deeper into the sewer.
By the stickiness of the blood, and the fact that some of it has already dried,
the battle took place at least a little while ago, perhaps an hour or so.
The faint sound of rats can be heard just beyond peoples' sight, as the
scavengers of the sewers cautiously look to see if it's safe to come out to
eat.
[916]
"Unghh...", Dana muttered as she saw the carnage, holding her belly.
"This is... messy..."
Despite a queasy feeling in her stomach, Dana moved forward, careful not to
step into blood and viscera - and to avoid slipping.
"Apparently, this looks like someone got the necromancer. And some more...
I hope we find Sir Gancolm. We should look around the area, then follow the
footprints. But we should be careful."
With that said, she peeked around a corner of the tunnel to which the footsteps
led. [917]
[918] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:09 PM)
[919] Anya shook her head,
unable to think of anything to say, "We got a room at The Midriff Inn.
I'll meet you there. Just... just don't do anything to Riechi. You know not
everyone enjoys it like you. Even I'm still trying to get work my head around
the idea."
Anya pulled out her Amulet of Recall, and winked at Shaa, "See you in a
bit, little dear." Anya appeared in the room a moment later.
[921]
Reichi looked up at Anya as she materialized in the room. The Dunmer let the
chair he was leaning in come back fully in contact with the ground and leaned
forward. "So how'd it go?" he asked. [922]
[923] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 10:05 PM)
[924] Sentinel Sewers
The party finds themselves staring at the scene of a slaughter; no less than
seven dead bodies, Redguard and Breton or maybe something else, litter the
sewer floor, blood pooled out of severed limbs and heads, or simply charred
beyond recognition. One body, wearing robes marked with magical
inscriptions, is surrounded by putrid decaying corpseflesh and broken bones -
the remains of undead servants, no doubt. Bloody footprints lead away
from the scene of the battle, heading deeper into the sewer.
By the stickiness of the blood, and the fact that some of it has already dried,
the battle took place at least a little while ago, perhaps an hour or so.
The faint sound of rats can be heard just beyond peoples' sight, as the
scavengers of the sewers cautiously look to see if it's safe to come out to
eat.
[926]
"Well," Sivartus says calmly, "looks like Sir Gancolm got here
before us. Judging from the state of the blood, this battle took place alittle
while before we got here. [927]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 10:13 PM)
[928] "Unghh...",
Dana muttered as she saw the carnage, holding her belly. "This is...
messy..."
Despite a queasy feeling in her stomach, Dana moved forward, careful not to step
into blood and viscera - and to avoid slipping.
"Apparently, this looks like someone got the necromancer. And some more...
I hope we find Sir Gancolm. We should look around the area, then follow the
footprints. But we should be careful."
With that said, she peeked around a corner of the tunnel to which the footsteps
led.
[930]
"I agree with Dana, we should follow the footprints," he said,
wondering how she would hold up after seeing death again. "I am sorry you
had to see this, so soon after your ordeal at Tel Dresori." [931]
[932] QUOTE(Aki @ Feb 25 2006, 09:14 PM)
[933] Reichi looked up at Anya as she materialized in the room. The Dunmer let the chair he was leaning in come back fully in contact with the ground and leaned forward. "So how'd it go?" he asked.
[935]
"Well, I found the sanctuary, but we ran into... complications. I met
Dayla there, and she was willing to let you in, as long as we were willing to
clear out the rest of Ashana's gaurds that are loyal to only her."
Anya figdeted with her amulet to the sanctuary, "The problem is getting
you into the sanctuary..." [936]
[937] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:17 PM)
[938] "Well, I found
the sanctuary, but we ran into... complications. I met Dayla there, and she was
willing to let you in, as long as we were willing to clear out the rest of
Ashana's gaurds that are loyal to only her."
Anya figdeted with her amulet to the sanctuary, "The problem is getting
you into the sanctuary..."
[940]
Reichi raised a eyebrow. Clearing out guards didn't sound too hard. He wondered
what could be the problem. Something to do with transportation, he guessed.
"What's the problem?" Reichi asked. [941]
[942] QUOTE(Aki @ Feb 25 2006, 09:23 PM)
[943] Reichi raised a eyebrow. Clearing out guards didn't sound too hard. He wondered what could be the problem. Something to do with transportation, he guessed. "What's the problem?" Reichi asked.
[945]
Anya held up her emrald amulet, hoping Dayla would get here soon, "The
amulets, I was just told, only work on members of my tribe. Which means one of
us will have to "carry" you. And since I haven't progressed far
enough to actually do that..." [946]
[947] QUOTE(syronj @ Feb 25 2006, 10:10 PM)
[948] Shaka felt his gorge
rise, but fought it back. "Our bandit problem has been solved, I
think. Who could have done this . . . "
He glanced over at Dana. Steady on, sister, Shaka
thought. He had wanted to keep her from seeing something like this, after
her experiences in Tel Dresori.
Shaka started going through the pouches and clothes of the dead,
distasteful as it was. They needed more clues about what they were
facing, and the bandits had no need of their spoils any more.
[950]
Shaka finds a rather nice haul of gold and small gemstones, some decorative
jewelry, mostly steel swords with one dwarven blade that's been attached to a
saber hilt, and a couple of scrolls of skeleton summoning. From the looks of
things, the raiders might have been on their way back to their hideout after
some pilfering. Unfortunately, there are no indications of where the raiders'
hideout might actually be, nor is there any indication that Spellbreaker is
among the dead.[951]
QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 10:13 PM)
[952] "Unghh...",
Dana muttered as she saw the carnage, holding her belly. "This is...
messy..."
Despite a queasy feeling in her stomach, Dana moved forward, careful not to
step into blood and viscera - and to avoid slipping.
"Apparently, this looks like someone got the necromancer. And some more...
I hope we find Sir Gancolm. We should look around the area, then follow the
footprints. But we should be careful."
With that said, she peeked around a corner of the tunnel to which the footsteps
led.
[954]
The bloody footprints lead deeper into the sewers, soon twisting beyond a
corner. Dana can see, in addition to the footprints, dropplets of blood which
start off fairly closely spaced together, then dwindle after about twenty
paces, though they don't completely stop. It seems likely that the knight
survived and healed himself, though not fully.
The rats finally come out of hiding, heading for the fallen bodies. In the
distance, more plopping sounds can be heard. [955]
[956] QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Feb 25 2006, 11:25 PM)
[957] Anya held up her emrald amulet, hoping Dayla would get here soon, "The amulets, I was just told, only work on members of my tribe. Which means one of us will have to "carry" you. And since I haven't progressed far enough to actually do that..."
[959]
Reichi blinked, taking a moment to figure out what Anya meant by 'carry'.
"Oooh," he said after a moment. "The clan enchanter obviously
didn't think of cattle..." he muttered. "Well, alright then, I've
eaten my fair share of people, 'tis only fair I guess." Though they
weren't alive...nor were they eaten whole. Or hell, most were half eaten..if
that....right.
"Just let her know if she tries anything funny, that I will not hesistate
to gut her from the inside."[960]
[961] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 08:30 PM)
[962] The rats finally come out of hiding, heading for the fallen bodies. In the distance, more plopping sounds can be heard.
[964]
*...finally after all this time the hundreds of red eyes that have been
following the group materialize before Osa...and just as she had feared it was
rats...however the distant sounds were anything but rats...she kicks one of the
vermin off her foot and awaits the groups next move...* [965]
[966] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 10:30 PM)
[967] The bloody footprints
lead deeper into the sewers, soon twisting beyond a corner. Dana can see,
in addition to the footprints, dropplets of blood which start off fairly
closely spaced together, then dwindle after about twenty paces, though they
don't completely stop. It seems likely that the knight survived and
healed himself, though not fully.
The rats finally come out of hiding, heading for the fallen bodies. In
the distance, more plopping sounds can be heard.
[969]
Sivartus continues on into the sewers, following the bloody footprints, taking
note of the droplets of blood that continue to become spaced farther out.
He must have healed himself, Sivartus thought, Although it seems he
didn't finish the job. [970]
[971] QUOTE(Aki @ Feb 25 2006, 10:38 PM)
[972] Reichi blinked, taking
a moment to figure out what Anya meant by 'carry'. "Oooh," he said
after a moment. "The clan enchanter obviously didn't think of
cattle..." he muttered. "Well, alright then, I've eaten my fair share
of people, 'tis only fair I guess." Though they weren't alive...nor
were they eaten whole. Or hell, most were half eaten..if that....right.
"Just let her know if she tries anything funny, that I will not hesistate
to gut her from the inside."
[974]
An hour or so later, and there is a knock at Reichi's and Anya's door.
Opening it will reveal a charmingly beautiful Imperial woman, looking to be
close to Loranna's age, with luxorious raven-black hair and features that
suggest a touch of Breton blood in her veins. Around her neck is an emerald
amulet just like Anya's, resting proemintly on her ample bosom.
"Hello dears, imagine my surprise in hearing you had come back to
town," she says with a wink, her voice suggesting she spent time in
Wayrest. "Mind if I join you?" [975]
[976] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 10:30 PM)
[977] The rats finally come out of hiding, heading for the fallen bodies. In the distance, more plopping sounds can be heard.
[979]
Dana followed the footsteps of what she thought must be the crusader. The
dripping sounds came from roughly the same direction, which calmed her down a
bit. While these sounds might as well be just the normal nasty and stinking
liquids that one would expect in sewers, she didn't really want to take
chances, especially if there actually was something out there that could appear
in their backs anytime.
Dana kept a wary eye on her surroundings as she entered the next sewer tunnel,
glad to leave the place of the combat behind her. However, she didn't expect
that they would manage to do this without actually fighting themselves.[980]
[981] QUOTE(Loranna @ Feb 25 2006, 09:47 PM)
[982] An hour or so later,
and there is a knock at Reichi's and Anya's door.
Opening it will reveal a charmingly beautiful Imperial woman, looking to be
close to Loranna's age, with luxorious raven-black hair and features that
suggest a touch of Breton blood in her veins. Around her neck is an
emerald amulet just like Anya's, resting proemintly on her ample bosom.
"Hello dears, imagine my surprise in hearing you had come back to
town," she says with a wink, her voice suggesting she spent time in
Wayrest. "Mind if I join you?"
[984]
Anya shut the door, latching it shut. "That body doesn't do you justice,
Dayla. I don't know if you two have formally met. Riechi, this is Dayla. Dayla,
Riechi, she'll be your... guide." [985]
[986] QUOTE(Nalion @ Feb 25 2006, 08:51 PM)
[987] Dana followed the
footsteps of what she thought must be the crusader. The dripping sounds came
from roughly the same direction, which calmed her down a bit. While these
sounds might as well be just the normal nasty and stinking liquids that one
would expect in sewers, she didn't really want to take chances, especially if
there actually was something out there that could appear in their backs
anytime.
Dana kept a wary eye on her surroundings as she entered the next sewer tunnel,
glad to leave the place of the combat behind her. However, she didn't expect
that they would manage to do this without actually fighting themselves.
[989]
*...Osa follows Dana intentively, just a little behind and to the left of
Sivartus...waiting to see what other manner of horrors remain down in the
Sentinel sewers...the Scroll in her hand begining to grow damp with her palm
sweat...*[990]
Reichi smirked at the accent. "Impressive. Not only can you look the part, you can sound it too," he commented. [991]
[992] QUOTE(Aki @ Feb 25 2006, 10:56 PM)
[993] Reichi smirked at the accent. "Impressive. Not only can you look the part, you can sound it too," he commented.
[995]
Closing the door, Dayla smiles at Anya, before letting her legs resume their
snakelike form and her upper body resume her normal, Dunmer features, her
clothing now revealed to have been a part of her.
"Thank you," she says, her voice still that of a Wayrest-influneced
Imperial. "It's important to know how to both look and sound the part; if
I were staying in Cyrodiil for any length of time, I'd even snag a pair of
local clothes and bathe in perfumed water to complete the illusion, but we're
not staying long."
She slithers up to Reichi, smiling, her eyes lighting up. "I promise, this
will be as comfortable as I can make it," she says. "Just so long as
you're not clausrophobic, and even then I can charm you against it."
===
And on that note it's time to
LOCK ON!!!
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