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Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 04:31 AM

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:

This is an 'open roleplay' and everyone is encouraged to join in at any time!

'Open' roleplay does not mean 'unorganized' or 'limitless', however. The events in this story are usually planned, and if something BIG happens, you can be certain that it is the result of much discussion between players, usually in the mIRC chat (#Loranna_RP). This is not just a bunch of disorganized individuals doing what they think would be fun for their character at the time.

So, while everyone is welcome to join in, they are NOT welcome to jump in and do big, world-changing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST. Let me be very clear about what cannot be done without permission:

1:
Any action that effects another person's character, for ill or good. Although most people realize they can't harm another person's character without permission, many don't realize that you can't HELP another character without permission, either. Many characters have flaws for a reason. Don't go healing, saving, or otherwise fixing another character without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the player involved.

2:
Any event that would drastically change things that have been done to the world, whether the change is physical (rebuilding destroyed locations), political (converting a population to a new cause), military (killing off all the badguys) or anything else. Almost every situation, good or bad, that exists in the RP was done for some reason. Don't go changing or fixing things without DISCUSSING IT FIRST with the group.
Everyone who is involved in the RP is welcome in the mIRC chat channel #Loranna_RP. If you have a plot idea then you are encouraged to go there and discuss it. If you cannot get on the channel for some reason, or if the player whos character you would affect with your plan is not there, then PM them using this board's PM function. That's what it's there for.

For information on reaching #Loranna_RP via Mirc or Chatspike, look http://www.ravensky.org/irc/.

Not following the above advice will only result in one thing: your post is likely to be completely ignored by everyone as if it did not happen. This is obvously not good for anyone, so please, discuss major events before doing them.

Remember: Secret plans and surprises are seldom fun for anyone else. Before they're revealed they're boring, because nobody knows about them, and afterwards they're just annoying, because nobody knew about them.
Thank you, and have fun!
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Info for Loranna:

Race: Nord
Sex: Female

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Summary for Loranna:

Loranna is in Ald Raathim, having just witnessed Thom's severing of his ties to his former patron. She has recently helped eliminate the wrathful spirit of Raithmat, freeing Ald Raathim finally from his presence, and she has also recently received word from her friend Allerleirauh.

Posted by: f15tray22 Jul 26 2005, 04:33 AM

Summary:
Thom was regaining his strength fast. As they walked he felt better and better. He needed powerful alcohol, and alot of it.

Posted by: Aki Jul 26 2005, 04:33 AM

OOC Summary

The Dunmer Reichi is with the group in heading to the Tavern.

Posted by: Argonians rule Jul 26 2005, 04:34 AM

Summary

Falco Redflash, the male Argonian rogue is currently in a drinking game with several large nords at the tavern. Surprisingly he can put down quite a lot for someone his size and is holding his own.

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 04:35 AM

Summary: Shaka has retrieved the Spear from his room and has caught up with the group walking to the Tavern.

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 04:37 AM

Summary: Nothing important. Escaped from prison, is now hiding in House Dres territory, and running from haunting visions of his past. Last thread had background info.

Rymlin awoke from his daze some time later. "I hate using that stuff..." he muttered. He looked around his room and realized that the sun had completely set. He made a small fireball, and found the candle in his room. He grabbed his purse, and looked to see how much money he had left. "Three hundred septims... that's enough for the night." Picking up his purse, Rymlin left the room and sat down at the bar. The barkeep eyed him nervously, then came over.

"Something to drink?" said the barkeep, still wary of the mage.

"Sujamma, the strongest you have." said Rymlin, sliding the drakes over the bar.

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 26 2005, 04:39 AM

OOC SUMMARY: Isidor is doing his birthright, drinking until he passes out.

IC: "Heyyy Falcoer, anoter roond?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Jul 26 2005, 04:40 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 25 2005, 06:39 PM)

OOC SUMMARY: Isidor is doing his birthright, drinking until he passes out.
IC: "Heyyy Falcoer, anoter roond?"

At wich point Falco began having an conversation on the economy with the tavern's support beam.

Posted by: f15tray22 Jul 26 2005, 04:42 AM

"Meads all around!" Thom yelled. Cheers came from every direction while Thom put a bag of gold down on the bar. Thom took a swig of his own drink and nearly choked. "Good stuff."

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 04:44 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 25 2005, 10:40 PM)

At wich point Falco began having an conversation on the economy with the tavern's support beam.

From his seat at the bar, where he was having a shot and a brew, Shaka shook his head at his comrades and tried to figure how he could get a drunken Nord and Argonian rogue back to the castle. Possibly he'd have to fetch some guards to carry them back .... or a wheelbarrow..... .

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 26 2005, 04:45 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 25 2005, 10:40 PM)

At wich point Falco began having an conversation on the economy with the tavern's support beam.

"And thoots why, yoo should always....or never, poke pregneant Argonians."

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 04:45 AM

Rymlin saw an opportunity and decided to speak to Isidor. "Say friend, I'm willing to bet I can outdrink you and your friend together. I seem to be a little shorthanded however. Tell you what, you give me the drinks, and I can bet that I'll put you to shame."

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 26 2005, 04:47 AM

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 25 2005, 10:45 PM)

Isidor turned to the dunmer, a glazed look on his face. "I...like...to...drink." At this point, he collapsed on the floor, knocking a table over.

Posted by: Argonians rule Jul 26 2005, 04:48 AM

Falco then began to sing his drunken version of an old drinking song wich went something like this,

Err someth'in
someth'in
someth'in
someth'in
someth'in
someth'in
someth'in
And a Pint o' ale!

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 04:48 AM

Loranna was accosted by a couple of people upon entering the tavern; the inhabitants of Ald Raathim knew their Lady well enough to know that she was approachable.

While talking with people about the problems encountered with building the new school, Loranna notes Isidor and Falco drinking together, and she raises her eyebrows, though she smiles a little. It seemed that, for the moment at least, the two were on speaking terms again - well, sort of.

The innkeep looked a mite put out; Loranna makes a note to ask him why in a moment.

Posted by: f15tray22 Jul 26 2005, 04:50 AM

Thom was enjoying this very much. He walked up behind Shaka and said, "I know what your thinking. They are more entertainment here." Thom took a seat beside him and sipped more of his mead.

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 04:51 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 25 2005, 09:47 PM)

Isidor turned to the dunmer, a glazed look on his face. "I...like...to...drink." At this point, he collapsed on the floor, knocking a table over.

Rymlin looked at the Nord and cast a slight healing spell on his head. "Well, I guess I'll just have to go dry tonight. In any case, things seem to have livened up for the time, I might as well enjoy the atmosphere." Rymlin walked over to one of the smaller tables in a corner and sat down, thinking to himself.

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 04:54 AM

QUOTE(f15tray22 @ Jul 25 2005, 10:50 PM)

Thom was enjoying this very much. He walked up behind Shaka and said, I know what your thinking. They are more entertainment here." Thom took a seat beside him and sipped more of his mead.

Shaka clinked mugs with Thom and nodded, smiling. "I've gotten drunk myself a time or two .... not really worth it," said Shaka. "But maybe I can get this evening going a little better . . . ."

Shaka walked over to the bards entertaining that night, and picked up a guarskin drum and wooden stick. "Do you know this reel, boys ...." he said to them.

Soon the tavern resounded to the sound of an elbow-driven bagpipe, fiddle, and drum. Shaka lifted a hand to Thom and the others.

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Jul 26 2005, 06:47 AM

Dastril decided to get downstairs. He would never get sleep becouse of that horrible noise that came from the tavern, so he ordered himself a flin.

Posted by: Xyber02 Jul 26 2005, 07:27 AM

Summary: Anya gathered her gear and proceded to the tavern as well. Her mind is preoccupied however, preventing her from enjoying her drink.

IC: Still unable to get her family out of her mind, Anya sat in a corner drinking so mead. Her usually smooth face was furrowed into a worried look.

Why can't I stop thinking about them. About their deaths. It wasn't always like this. Normally I could just move on, but not recently, even when I first found out about Loranna, it was never this bad. Why can't I just let go now. Grabbing her drink, she attempted to forget the carnage with some alchohal.

Posted by: Nalion Jul 26 2005, 10:19 AM

Summary
After recovering from the exhausting events in the castle's dungeon and the defeat of Raithmat, the Breton mage Nalion continued to deal with other things on his mind.

The books he bought recently were still piled and wrapped in clothes on his desk and he needed to finally put them to use. A servant was quickly found to help carry the books, and soon a Breton and a young Dunmeri girl crossed the streets of Ald Raathim and headed for the school building, which was still under construction.

The shack besides the building was their real destination, though.

"Sera Dalavesa, if I may intrude?", he Breton began.

Dalavesa, a Dunmeri woman a bit past her middle years and short-sighted from digging her nose into books for the better part of her life, looked up from her table with furrowed brows.

"What is it, ou---. Do I know you from somewhere?", Dalavesa asked suspiciously.

"I am called Nalion, perhaps you have seen me around the town the past days.", Nalion answered with a smile on his face, then continued quickly. "As you are the mistress of this school, I would like to present you a token of my appreciation, as well as to the future students here."

"Ah.. Oh!", the Dunmer asked, blinking at the package. "Are these books? What is it? Imperial history, again?" She sighed unappreciatingly.

"Ah, Mistress Dalavesa, no. It is meant for those who just begin their studies.", replied Nalion, the smile still on his face, but turning more and more amused. "I am sure that your reknowned skill can put them to good use. I will not keep you from your important work any longer, Sera. Take my best regards, to you and your future pupils."

With that, Nalion and the Dunmeri servant girl placed the books on her table, and with a bow to the teacher, they left the room. Outside, Nalion began to grin openly.
"Serjo, you seem amused.", the Dunmeri girl asked, then continued with curiosity in her eyes. "What books were wrapped in these clothes?"

The mage began to chuckle. "'ABC for Barbarians', the revised pupil edition."

Posted by: Shardie Jul 26 2005, 01:49 PM

The Purple Antelope Tavern, Daggerfall City, Daggerfall

It had not been here long, but the owner of this tavern had a large clientell already. There were those who were intriged by the name, and stayed due to the good service... some people even came from the other side of the city just for a drink. It was a profitable tavern now, and the owner was content... in the corner, sat a Redguard and a young Breton girl.
"no," said the girl, "I dont think of you that way..."
"But Maranda..." replied the redguard
"No, Larcoriz, I like you as a friend, but not in that way" Maranda replied, drinking her iced water. Lacoriz looked down, and depressingly sipped his ale, "Oh, lets continue to be friends, Lacoriz," Maranda continued, "but not in that way... its not you... but me"
"oh" replied then downcast Redguard, "So you dont want me to escort you to your sisters wedding?"
"I am maid of honour, I cant go with you... But I am thankful for the offer" Maranda replied, standing, and bowing gracefully to Lacoriz, before slowly walking out of the Tavern, leaving Lacoriz with his drink

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 06:52 PM

Seeing Isidor's fall, Shaka left the musicians, who were beginning a slower air anyway. Shaka slung Isidor over his shoulder and lowered him onto a bench near Anya. Better here than the floor, thought the Argonian.

Anya seemed pensive, and Shaka wanted to ask the Bosmer what was troubling her; but he sensed she might need time alone. He nodded to Anya and went back to the bar.

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 26 2005, 07:18 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 26 2005, 12:52 PM)

Isidor drooled a little, and rolled over.

Posted by: Argonians rule Jul 26 2005, 07:21 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 26 2005, 09:18 AM)

Isidor drooled a little, and rolled over.

Falco stumbled a little and then tripped over Isidor's body. He crashed downward hitting his face on the bar, knocking him out cold.

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 07:33 PM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 26 2005, 01:21 PM)

Falco stumbled a little and then tripped over Isidor's body. He crashed downward hitting his face on the bar, knocking him out cold.

Rolling his eyes, Shaka put the mead down and carried Falco over to the bench next to Isidor, leaving him propped up against the Nord with his head on Isidor's shoulder.

Shaka went back to his mead.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 08:26 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 26 2005, 01:33 PM)

Rolling his eyes, Shaka put the mead down and carried Falco over to the bench next to Isidor, leaving him propped up against the Nord with his head on Isidor's shoulder.

Shaka went back to his mead.

"And to think my dad was planning on taking them along on his little trip to Skyrim," Loranna remarks dryly, ordering her second mead. "They pass out too quickly; such a shame ..."

Of course, Loranna thinks to herself, they probably didn't have her advantages of a potion-enhanced resistance to poison or a nice quiet little Dispel Drunkeness spell, but she didn't enlightnen them.

I wonder; do the heroes in Allie's strange new world get drunk, with no taverns in which to drink? she wonders briefly, sipping her mead. I'll have to ask her about that ...

She thinks of Allie's friend, the Harper; Allie was right, she never met the worthy, though from Allie's description she could almost see him if she closed her eyes. She wonders what the Harper might think were he in the present company, and she feels a longing to hear the sounds of a harp, or a flute.

I wonder who else you've met in that new world, Allie, she thinks. Have you been meeting as many new faces as I have, since I left Solunastra? Will you ever see those faces again once you return to Tamriel? Will I ever see that world, someday, or maybe some other?

Posted by: Aki Jul 26 2005, 08:41 PM

Reichi raised a eyebrow looking at Falco and Isidor while drinking his mead. Despite being a Nordic drink, the Dunmer liked it, and was amused that he had held his drink better than a actual Nord. Reichi regarded Anya with curiosity at her expression, wondering why she looked so worried, before shrugging it off and returning to his mead.

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Jul 26 2005, 08:52 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 01:26 PM)

"And to think my dad was planning on taking them along on his little trip to Skyrim," Loranna remarks dryly, ordering her second mead. "They pass out too quickly; such a shame ..."

"Looking for a conversation with someone who can take some booze down without getting feebleminded?" The altmer sat to the chair next to her.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 08:56 PM

QUOTE(Eyes Of the Wolf @ Jul 26 2005, 02:52 PM)

"Looking for a conversation with someone who can take some booze down without getting feebleminded?" The altmer sat to the chair next to her.

Loranna raises her eyebrows and laughs a little. "Conversation is always welcome," she says, extending her hand. "Dres Loranna, lady of Ald Raathim. To whom do I have the honor?"

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Jul 26 2005, 08:58 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 01:56 PM)

Loranna raises her eyebrows and laughs a little. "Conversation is always welcome," she says, extending her hand. "Dres Loranna, lady of Ald Raathim. To whom do I have the honor?"

"Dastril is my name, and magic is my profession. It seems to me that I came to the right place to meet the famous Lady" he says with a wink.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 09:00 PM

QUOTE(Eyes Of the Wolf @ Jul 26 2005, 02:58 PM)

"Dastril is my name, and magic is my profession. It seems to me that I came to the right place to meet the famous Lady" he says with a wink.

"So you have," Loranna says, tilting her head slightly. "Is that what brings you to our fair town, good Dastril, or do other things draw you here as well? And what schools of magic do you focus on, if I may ask?"

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Jul 26 2005, 09:04 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 02:00 PM)

"I came here by coincidence, and I am a good-famed Spellsword. I'm specialized on fireballs." He drinks a pint of mead with one big gulp.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 09:08 PM

QUOTE(Eyes Of the Wolf @ Jul 26 2005, 03:04 PM)

"I came here by coincidence, and I am a good-famed Spellsword. I'm specialized on fireballs." He drinks a pint of mead with one big gulp.

"Fireballs," Loranna says. "More my fiance's specialty than mine; what Destruction magic I use is mostly ice and disintigrate magics."

"Good-famed? Then surely you have some tales to share," Loranna adds, grinning a little.

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Jul 26 2005, 09:14 PM

"Many years ago, when I was younger, I used to aid Imperials with few smuggling organizations. Although I must confess, I usually just threw in some offensive spells... Aaahh, those days. I also raided some daedric ruins and studied the history of the dwemer. But, you know how it goes, I nowadays usually just sit in my comfortable studyroom, and just read some old, dusty books. But how about you? You must've seen some world."

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 09:17 PM

QUOTE(Eyes Of the Wolf @ Jul 26 2005, 03:14 PM)

"I've seen a bit, yes," Loranna says with a twinkle in her eye. "Raided a few daedric ruins myself, seen the ruins of Aleft for a short time on Vvardenfell. Most of my time nowadays though is taken up with reports rather than musty old books."

"Still a lot of world left to see," she comments, sipping her mead.

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Jul 26 2005, 09:18 PM

The old altmer starts to snore....

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 09:22 PM

QUOTE(Eyes Of the Wolf @ Jul 26 2005, 03:18 PM)

The old altmer starts to snore....

Shaka rose from the bar. This seemed to be his night to help out; perhaps he should ask the owner for pay tonight.

"Is this elf bothering you, my Lady?" he asked Loranna.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 09:26 PM

Loranna looks at Dastril with raised eyebrows, feeling slightly disappointed, but bemused, by the old elf's reaction.

"Other than a slight blow to my feminine pride, I'm fine," she says, flashing Shaka a grin. "Let's check with the innkeep to see if he's got a room already - and get him to a proper bed if he doesn't. Isidor and Falco too; sleeping in a chair is no way to sleep."

As she checks with the innkeep about Dastril, Loranna asks Shaka "Been a busy start of the week, hasn't it?"

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 09:30 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 03:26 PM)

"It certainly has," he replied, smiling warmly. "I had hoped the group would rest up a bit after the dungeon battle, but I guess not. Dastril has already met a number of the group, by the way. The day he arrived, he tagged along to a talk we had around Thom's campfire. Thom was recounting his past for the first time."

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 09:32 PM

Rymlin continues to watch as the crowd enjoys the night. He looks around the room, and sees that one of the minstrels has become quite intoxicated. The man is slumped over, leaning on his harp with one elbow, the fragile instrument bowing under the weight. Rymlin walks over the the drunken man "perhaps I could take that off your hands for a bit?" say Rymlin, motioning to the graceful harp.

"Thish ol ting? Eh, have ah it, I's gonna have a sheat anywaysh." the reeking mer hands the instrument over to Rymlin, and makes his way as far as he can, before sitting down in a random seat.

Taking up the harp, Rymlin nods to the man, and begins to play with the group, enjoying the slowed pace of the melody. Thinking back of his days on board a ship, Rymlin words one of the sailor's song to the tune.

"Give me a good strong ale
wake me up tomorrow
let me dream of maiden's veils
and touch me not with sorrow!"

"I'll brave the greatest storms
I'll sail a thousand miles!
I'll climb a rose of thorns
To be within your smile!"

"Once more I have returned
to see my long lost lover
and when she sees my face
her worries will be smothered."

The song went on into the morning, raising the spirits of everyone who heard it. "This is it" thought Rymlin, "This is home."

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 09:34 PM

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 26 2005, 03:32 PM)

Rymlin continues to watch as the crowd enjoys the night. He looks around the room, and sees that one of the minstrels has become quite intoxicated. The man is slumped over, leaning on his harp with one elbow, the fragile instrument bowing under the weight. Rymlin walks over the the drunken man "perhaps I could take that off your hands for a bit?" say Rymlin, motioning to the graceful harp.

"Thish ol ting? Eh, have ah it, I's gonna have a sheat anywaysh." the reeking mer hands the instrument over to Rymlin, and makes his way as far as he can, before sitting down in a random seat.

Taking up the harp, Rymlin nods to the man, and begins to play with the group, enjoying the slowed pace of the melody. Thinking back of his days on board a ship, Rymlin words one of the sailor's song to the tune.

"Give me a good strong ale
wake me up tomorrow
let me dream of maiden's veils
and touch me not with sorrow!"

"I'll brave the greatest storms
I'll sail a thousand miles!
I'll climb a rose of thorns
To be within your smile!"

"Once more I have returned
to see my long lost lover
and when she sees my face
her worries wil be smothered."

The song went on into the night, raising the spirits of everyone who heard it. "This is it" thought Rymlin, "This is home."

Loranna replies to Shaka "Ah, I see; what did you mkae of him then, if I may ask?"

Rymlin's singing catches Loranna's ear, and she looks over to him, muttering to Shaka "You seen that minstrel before? I don't recognize him."

Posted by: syronj Jul 26 2005, 09:44 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 03:34 PM)

Shaka carried the sleeping altmer to the barkeep before returning him to his room above the tavern. "He was somewhat secretive, Dres Loranna. Said something about he was travelling to a 'meeting' -- never explained what meeting -- and ended up here by a malfunctioning spell or some such. I thought at the time that it might be another example of seeming accidents that turn out to be fated; I guess we'll find out . . . ."

Shaka looked over at the dunmer and frowned. "He's good, I have to admit. I've never seen him before, Dres Loranna. One thing I can sense by looking at him, this is one bard who's been around. I wouldn't be surprised if he's done some time."

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 09:53 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 26 2005, 03:44 PM)

"We shall," Loranna says, thinking to herself How did Tris say it back in Gemin? Nothing happens by chance?

After Shaka comments on the bard, Loranna mutters "We seem to draw an interesting sort of person here ..." as she heads over to Rymlin.

"Hail, serjo; have any other songs for us tonight?" she asks, smiling.

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 10:00 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 02:53 PM)

Rymlin looks down at the fair lady from his stool, stepping down, hetucks the harp in his left arm, and takes a bow before responding. "Why of course m'lady, what would you have me play?"

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 10:07 PM

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 26 2005, 04:00 PM)

Rymlin looks down at the fair lady from his stool, stepping down, hetucks the harp in his left arm, and takes a bow before responding. "Why of course m'lady, what would you have me play?"

Loranna smiles. "Surprise me," she says. "Your playing was so nice, I'd like to hear what you want to sing."

Posted by: Sir Radont Jul 26 2005, 10:26 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 04:07 PM)

Loranna smiles. "Surprise me," she says. "Your playing was so nice, I'd like to hear what you want to sing."

OOC: Radont is an Imperial Knight with a rank of 'Knight Protector' He was in Solunastra for a looooooong time and decided to come out now.

IC: The tavern door swung wide open and Radont stepped in. He scanned the room, so many faces he didin't recognize, so many tales he had never heard, then he saw her.

He walked to where Loranna was sitting and took up a seat next to her, "I hope Imperials are welcome here."

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 10:29 PM

QUOTE(Sir Radont @ Jul 26 2005, 04:26 PM)

Loranna turns and smiles happily, saying "Sir Radont! Welcome back; it's good to see you again. Tell me, what news do you bring? How have you fared since we last met?"

She beckons the innkeep to bring over a bottle of filn for Radont.

Posted by: Sir Radont Jul 26 2005, 10:33 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 04:29 PM)

Radont inclines his head to the barkeep and picks up the flin.

"I was called back to Cyrdiil to train some new recruits, then I kicked around my manor for a while..."

He said too much already, the group didn't know about his large manor. He held up the flin and looked at it.

"This stuff goes right to my brain..."

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 10:35 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 03:07 PM)

Loranna smiles. "Surprise me," she says. "Your playing was so nice, I'd like to hear what you want to sing."

Rymlin bows once more before ascending to his singing position. Rymlin notices Loranna's Nordic features and her ashen skin. It dawns upon his that he has indeed met the famed Loranna. Though he had been imprisoned during her campaign, Rymlin had heard the same stories as everyone else, and remembers that she was, indeed, a Nord. He recalls a song he once heard in Dagon Fel, many years ago. Strumming his harp to a much faster tune, he began to sing...

"By Kyne we'll fight a good ol' round
we'll leave our foes upon the ground
they'll toss and turn to no avail
for we've been drinking Nordic ale!"

"The sun will set upon the snow
but we'll be warm far down below
for in our halls the fire's hot
and in our hearts the pain is naught!"

"By dawn again we'll shine our shields
and take our own of farmer's yields
we'll fight a thousand elves and more
and bring their heads to honor Shor!

"When the dust is cleared we'll lift our blades
and come back home to waiting maids
we'll lift our mead and cheer for him
who fought the most before the win"

Rymlin's song went on for several more verses. After he had finished, he stepped off the stool, and picked up some drakes that had been placed in a plate by his feet. He placed the harp by it's owner, and walked over to the barkeep. Placing the gold from the plate on the table, he said to the Dunmer "Flin please." Rymlin turned around on the stool, and leaned back.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 10:42 PM

QUOTE(Sir Radont @ Jul 26 2005, 04:33 PM)

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 26 2005, 04:35 PM)

"Too bad my father isn't here; he's always getting up and dancing at songs like this," Loranna says to Radont with a wink. The other Nord in the tavern cheer and show their appreciation by stamping their feet, while the innkeep sighs quietly "A good song, yes yes ... maybe you could slip a good Dunmer song in there somewhere while you're at it, serjo?" to Rymlin when he thinks Loranna can't hear.

"That was wonderful; thank you," Loranna says to Rymlin when he finishes. "May I have your name please? I'm Dres Loranna; welcome to our humble land."

Posted by: Sir Radont Jul 26 2005, 10:48 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 04:42 PM)

"I wouldn't hesitate to take them into battle, even at this early stage. Competent and focused."

Radont salutes Rymlin, "That's some fine singing."

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 10:50 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 03:42 PM)

"Isn't that what it's supposed to do?" Loranna asks, chuckling. "I remember Lord Darius never went without a bottle on hand - or a brandy, either or."

"So you've been training the next generation of proud soldiers; how are they looking so far?" she asks.
"Too bad my father isn't here; he's always getting up and dancing at songs like this," Loranna says to Radont with a wink. The other Nord in the tavern cheer and show their appreciation by stamping their feet, while the innkeep sighs quietly "A good song, yes yes ... maybe you could slip a good Dunmer song in there somewhere while you're at it, serjo?" to Rymlin when he thinks Loranna can't hear.

"That was wonderful; thank you," Loranna says to Rymlin when he finishes. "May I have your name please? I'm Dres Loranna; welcome to our humble land."

Rymlin's warmness suddenly vanished, and a hard look came into his eyes. He turned to the barkeep and said "I don't think that will happen. Not from me." With that, Rymlin stood up and moved over to Loranna. Bowing once again, he said "I am Rymlidisen Ashtilleppim, but most people call me Rymlin. It is an honor to meet you at last." Rymlin took the lady's hand and kissed it in the style of Imperial greeting. "And I thank you for you hospitality."

Rymlin then turned to Radont and smiled "Why thank you, I hope I was worthy of the legion."

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 10:59 PM

The innkeep looks a little surprised, and mutters under his breath "Well, huh," mentally filing Rymlin away as 'grouchy'. He continues muttering as he goes to take care of other business.

Loranna raises her eyebrows, and says "A pleasure, Rymlin," accepting his greeting. "You're quite welcome; I hope the hospitality's been to your liking."

I wonder what that was about? she thinks to herself, having noticed Rymlin's reaction to the innkeep.

"Have you been to Cyrodiil, Rymlin?" Loranna asks, curious.

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 11:04 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 03:59 PM)

"A long time ago my lady. I lived in the capital for about two years." Rymlin for some strange reason felt at ease talking to Loranna, a feeling that was unusual for him. "What about yourself? Have you ever gazed upon the forests of stone?"

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 11:08 PM

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 26 2005, 05:04 PM)

"Actually, I spent about thirteen years in the capital," Loranna admits. "Though I tended to stay to my own little corner of the City."

"So, what brings you tp fair Ald Raathim, good serjo?" Loranna asks. "Just passing through or looking to make a home here?"

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 11:15 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 04:08 PM)

Rymlin thought about this. He hadn't really considered what course of action he would persue. He was too concerned with his escape, and finding some place to hide for the night. "I'm looking for some work actually. I've... had a bad run of luck, and I seem to be unemployed. I'm a mage by trade, and I've come to the mainland to find some employment." Rymlin thought to himself about the validity of that statement. "I guess I'm just too restless to take some menial position." Rymlin let out a slight chuckle, and smiled at Loranna as he sipped his Flin.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 11:23 PM

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 26 2005, 05:15 PM)

Loranna's expression shows that she's wondering just what sort of bad run of luck Rymlin has had.

"Well, we have a fledgling Mage Guild here; if you're not averse to joining them I'm sure there's work there," she says. "We're growing still as a town, so there may be other places where a mage could ply his talents - and, well, adventure has a way of finding its way to us as well, if you're the adventuresome type."

Posted by: Ritual Jul 26 2005, 11:30 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 04:23 PM)

Rymlin tried to think about the prospect of working in the town, but his tiredness hit him like a guar in the gut. His eyes began to sag, and his normal alertness vanished. "I'm sorry" said Rymlin, yawning "But I just realized I haven't slept in two days. I've been so busy since coming here. If you will excuse me." At tat moment, Rymlin walked back to his room, and nearly fell into his bed. In no time he was sound asleep.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 26 2005, 11:39 PM

"Oh dear, men keep falling asleep around me," Loranna comments. "And I'm not even trying to make them tired ..."

She mulls over Rymlin's comments in her mind, Shaka's observations ringing in her head; she'd talk to Dram later about the new people who she just met, and come to think of it, didn't Slyvos promise to help with Ald Raathim's information network?

It was getting late; most everyone she had come to drink with was asleep now, one way or another. She sits down to finish her drink, thinking over what the upcoming days would hold.

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 02:15 AM

There on the outer streets of Ald Raathim is a stranger, a short Altmer, with one side of his face painted ashen, or is he a tall Dunmer with one side painted golden? Whatever his stock, only the figure’s face is shown, the rest of him covered by his heavy robes, his hood covering even his ears and hair.

He moves farther into town, the people he passes paying little notice – or perhaps it is he who is ambiguous? Whatever the case, he makes his way to one of the gardens outside the castle, where he bends down to examine the flowers.

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 02:29 AM

Isidor rose to his feet, in his room, and promptly feel to his knees. "Gods" he mutters as he pushes himself up. As he rises, the sunlight shines into his eyes. "Gods" he mutters again. Staggering to the door, he walks down to the bar.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 02:36 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 08:15 PM)

It was a peaceful morning, at least so far. Dram, working the morning rounds, inspects the castle grounds.

Seeing someone he doesn't recognize examining the flowers, he raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Greetings," he says, his voice polite.

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 02:39 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 08:36 PM)

The two-faced figure looked up at Dram, silently for a time, until at last he breaks the silence with a simple “hello.”

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 02:43 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 08:39 PM)

The two-faced figure looked up at Dram, silently for a time, until at last he breaks the silence with a simple “hello.”

Dram's other eyebrow goes up as he gets a look at the newcomer's face.

"Interesting look you've adopted," he comments.

"Can I help you?" he asks, trying to guage this person.

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 02:47 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 08:43 PM)

Dram's other eyebrow goes up as he gets a look at the newcomer's face.

"Interesting look you've adopted," he comments.

"Can I help you?" he asks, trying to guage this person.

“Do you regularly offer your services to strangers to the city?” The figure asked, ignoring the comment on his appearance. “If so, I am surprised there are not more tourists.”

The figure grows silent for a moment, his eyes flickering back and forth in his skull.

“I would like something, come to think of it. I would like to go on an adventure, yes! But no, oh no, adventures sound way too dangerous. Rather, I would like to talk to one who has gone on an adventure. Would you know of anyone like that?”

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 02:52 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 08:47 PM)

Dram regards the odd figure for a moment, before saying with a dry tone of voice "I might. It would depend on what your definition of adventure is. Are you looknig simply to hear old war stories, tales of desperate chases across the countryside, any old tale of adventure?"

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 02:54 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 08:47 PM)

Dram recalls that Razbiah left a pie in the oven.

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 02:58 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 08:54 PM)

“For anything you have to tell, I have ears to listen,” the figure replied.

“If you must know, I am teller of tales – though seldom vocally – and wish to collect an anecdote or three.”

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 03:03 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 08:58 PM)

“For anything you have to tell, I have ears to listen,” the figure replied.

“If you must know, I am teller of tales – though seldom vocally – and wish to collect an anecdote or three.”

"I see," Dram remarks. "You will probably wish to visit the tavern later then; most of the more adventuresome folk here frequent the tavern, looking for ale or food."

"As for myself," he continues, "like many here, I was part of the recent battle on Red Mountain, fighting against the Azurites on Hogithum."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 03:06 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 09:03 PM)

The figure nods, speaking softly, “Yes, a tavern would be the place to go, one would think.”

His focus shifts back towards Dram. “A battle at Red Mountain, you say? Against the Azurites, even? Would you care to speak of your part in things?”

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 03:12 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 09:06 PM)

"It was the single most terrifying day of my life," Dram remarks in his usual calm, even deadpan tones. "At several points I thought I would not make it back; many I knew didn't. The skies were full of beating wings and slashing talons and the screeching cries of Dunmer faces on beastial bodies, magic exploded both in the air and on the ground, and after a while you simply lost track of how many bodies fell to the ground. You simply swung your sword at anything trying to kill you and forged ahead, guided by the commander's shouts and the battle flags."

"I could give a more in depth account of what happened, if you like," he continues. "In return for a question answered."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 03:15 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 09:12 PM)

The figure listened intently, and then spoke after Dram grew silent.

“What’s your question? As of yet your story has no plot that I can discern, but plenty of fervor.”

Posted by: Argonians rule Jul 27 2005, 03:17 AM

Falco awoke in his room with an exceptionally bad headache not entirely causeed by him smashing his head on the bar. He went downstairs and ordered a large Guar steak and a glass of water. He noticed Isidor come down from his room also.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 03:18 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 09:15 PM)

The figure listened intently, and then spoke after Dram grew silent.

“What’s your question? As of yet your story has no plot that I can discern, but plenty of fervor.”

"I am curious why you choose that particular look," Dram says. "I imagine it must draw a lot of attention, of several sorts. Not all of which, I would think, are especially welcome."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 03:20 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 09:18 PM)

"I am curious why you choose that particular look," Dram says. "I imagine it must draw a lot of attention, of several sorts. Not all of which, I would think, are especially welcome."

The figure eyes Dram for a moment, his ash-and-gold face showing a puzzled expression.

“What, the robes? I didn’t think they were all that rare. Now then, on to your story.

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 03:24 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 26 2005, 09:17 PM)

Isidor grunted something at Falco, that might've been "[censored] you". He sat at the bar, and ordered Kwama eggs, with comberry juice.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 03:24 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 09:20 PM)

The figure eyes Dram for a moment, his ash-and-gold face showing a puzzled expression.

“What, the robes? I didn’t think they were all that rare. Now then, on to your story.

"Touche," Dram says. "Though the color scheme is a bit out of sorts with your skin tone."

He holds out a hand, indicating the path. "The full story will take a bit of time to recount; it would be more congenial to talk while sitting down with a mug of greef and some bread."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 03:27 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 09:24 PM)

“Very well then,” the figure said, shaking his head as if to shake off his puzzlement at Dram’s question, “Lead the way then, I have a story to hear. You don’t mind if I take notes, do you?”

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 03:33 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 09:27 PM)

"On my story, no," Dram says, his eyebrow still raised. "It will be somewhat new having someone write down my war stories but that will be fine."

Dram leads the Vivec-Faced Robed Person to the local tavern, where he nods to Isidor and Falco - with a trace of wariness, the robed figure might note.

Ordering a greef and bread, Dram chooses a quiet little corner in which to sit, and beckons the robed figure to make himself comfortable. "Right; let's see. The Azurites were planning to sacrifice the child of Vivec and Azura on Hogithum; the heroes who had been following the Lady of the castle all through her tenure as Azura's vessel had concocted a plan to stop them, but they needed military force ..."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 03:37 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 09:33 PM)

The figure with a face of two hues promptly retrieved a quill and paper, and began to scribble notes while listening to Dram talk.

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 03:50 AM

Isidor sits at the bar, and begins to sing, in a voice much different from his usual nordic brouge

The wilds of Skyrim, where we grew up
We've seen werewovles grow from young pups
Snow falling everywhere,
into the villages, into the lairs
Sun shining brightly above North Hall
up to Dawnstar, down to Sungard
the path of the warriror, the path of the bard
Wind blowing fircely across the plains

He drinks some water, and begins to sing again

Sovngarde, sovengarde, the heaven in the skies
that is where the path leads, where the ending lies
The mead flows forever, the company's good
If I could leave for there now, I would
But, I must earn my right to go up there
to leave right now, would be most unfair

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 03:50 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 09:37 PM)

The figure with a face of two hues promptly retrieved a quill and paper, and began to scribble notes while listening to Dram talk.

Dram continues. "We had many warriors band together. Nords from Skyrim, who came at the call of the white-haired Aricyn, the hero who drove Azura out of the Lady Loranna's body with the fabled Moon Reiver. King Helseth's armies, granted I am told with the rightous cry that his Morrowind would not fall without every last man dying to defend it. We of Ald Raathim, who had fought against a tremendous force of Azurites weeks prior and by the help of the legendary heroes and our own will to fight for our freedom, prevailed against a vastly superior foe. All these and others, drawn together to storm Red Mountain while a select group, many of whom had traveled with the Lady since her bloody trip through Skyrim, went via a secret path to the Heart Chamber, bearing a weapon of incredible power to use against Azura and her soulstone pillar."

"We waited, scrolls of divine intervention in hand, waiting for the signal that the shrine in Moonmoth was restored. At the signal, the other alters to the Gods of the Imperials were sundered, and the scrolls invoked; we appeared as one mighty army in a flash of magic ready to march against the servants of Azura. As I mentioned before, it was terrifying, but no man would falter; there was simply too much at stake."

"The white-haired Aricyn was met by his blond-haired brother, the Imperial Cyndarius, and the army was given to Cyndarius to command; a better military leader, I have not yet met. We marched, our eyes ever looking skyward, our ears straining to hear the first cries of Winged Twilights that would herald the coming of the enemy."

"All too soon, they came ... and then, the battle was joined." Dram pauses to take a sip of greef and have some of his bread.

"Still more fervor than plot, or can you see the shape of the plot now?" Dram asks. "I can pause to answer questions if you like."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 03:53 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 09:50 PM)

“So you were attacked by winged twilights,” the figure said without looking up from his paper, “what then?”

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:09 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 09:53 PM)

“So you were attacked by winged twilights,” the figure said without looking up from his paper, “what then?”

"We fought," Dram says, the barest hint of a smile coming to his face.

"Like most battles, it was chaos; this one even more so because the enemy came from both the sky and on the ground," he continues. "Our archers and mages rained death into the ranks of the Twilights, but there were so many they could only do so much. Still, we fought; some say even the vampires and werewolves threw in their lot against the Azurites on that night, and at least one ancient mage called upon a veritable dragon to aid out fight."

"But the Azurites were numerous, and skilled, and zealous; more, they had the backing of powerful Daedra, the likes of which are not often seen on Nirn. A great battle between our strongest wizard and a monstrosity I cannot recall without a shiver down my spine took place in the sky, rivaling the parrapton's struggle with the Twilights for sheer ferocity. We fought until night became dawn and the sign of the Serpent hung in the sky, heralding the birth of Sen-Yedda - in the hands of the enemy. And all seemed lost."

"But, we fought on. The whole day, lopping off limbs, stabbing my sword through chest after chest, fending off Twilights and Azurites alike. As I alluded to before, you lose track of how many had fallen around you; the ashen wastes were so soaked in blood it was as if fighting in a quagmire. But, but by bit, we somehow made our way to Red Mountain ..."

"And then ..." Dram pauses for another sip of greef. "Things grew hectic."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 04:13 AM

“Please continue,” the figure said, writing frantically.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:25 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 10:13 PM)

“Please continue,” the figure said, writing frantically.

"Well, there's not too much left to tell," Dram says. "And from here things happened very quickly. The heroes who had been sneaking into the Heart Chamber had been captured, but by this point, they were being freed. Aricyn defeated the immortal Alandro Sul, son of Azura, by destroying the Wraithmail, and in the process freed the hero Solin from Sul's control. Azura possessed an Ashlander wise woman, and attempted to sacrifice Sen-Yedda, but was stopped by a brave girl who plunged headlong to protect the newborn child."

Dram shifts a bit in his seat. "This next part ... well, things happened very quickly," he says. "The heroes were being overwhelmed by Azura's servants, the pillar was emitting strange power that made my head spin. Then the heroes were free, and putting their secret weapon into play, the rest of us fighting to hold off the enemy until they could complete their plan. Something happened, their weapon was dropped into the lava ..."

"And, well, then there were no more Azurites, and dusk fell and the twelve contallations shone brightly in the sky, and for a moment, everyone was jubiliant because we'd made it, somehow, against all odds. And then, we ran like maniacs, because Red Mountain was erupting. I recalled back home and went to see who else had made it back, and from there, I helped with what needed helping until I finally collapsed, desperate for rest."

Dran bites into the rest of his bread. "From there, most people know the story; Red Mountain's eruption devestated much of Vvardenfell, though the Azurites had already been a scourge upon the land prior to that. But those of us who lived continued on."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 04:29 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 10:25 PM)

The figure continued scribbling down notes for a few moments, and then put his quill down.

“Yes, is that all?

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:33 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 10:29 PM)

The figure continued scribbling down notes for a few moments, and then put his quill down.

“Yes, is that all?

"That's everything that I know," Dram replies. "The Lady of the castle was part of the band that was trying to sneak into Red Mountain; she could probably tell you what happened on their end. She also was part of the group which recovered a gem needed for the secret weapon, from the Vaults of Gemin."

"Though if you go to see her," he remarks, "be prepared for her to ask you why your skin tone is patterned after Vivec's; she mentioned once or twice that Vivec taught her true humility."

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 04:36 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 10:33 PM)

The figure went about packing away his paper and quill, before looking back up at Dram.

“If ever I speak to her, and she asks, I will be sure to answer.”

With that, the figure walked over to the barkeep and ordered a drink.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:39 AM

QUOTE(Dumbkid @ Jul 26 2005, 10:36 PM)

Dram simply raises an eyebrow ,and finishes his greef. "I shall mention to her that you are in town," he says. "By what name shall I introduce you to her?"

Posted by: Dumbkid Jul 27 2005, 04:43 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 26 2005, 10:39 PM)

Dram simply raises an eyebrow ,and finishes his greef. "I shall mention to her that you are in town," he says. "By what name shall I introduce you to her?"

"Tiras Mattias."

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 04:44 AM

Isidor began to sing again:

Farewell, my friends, I must leave
no one will care, no one will greive
one less nord, who would mind
very few, I'm sure you'll find
If I return, I will be changed
Just different, not angry or insane
Few will miss me, less will care
Farewell my friends, farewell

He got up, and walked out of the bar, slamming the door shut behind him.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:52 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 26 2005, 10:44 PM)

Dram blinks, then gets up and says "Excuse me ..."

He heads out of the tavern.

Posted by: Arynel Jul 27 2005, 05:19 AM

Somewhere in Tamriel, a lone priest fumbling over texts and thoughts and holy items is caught upon by a brush of meanings, and begins to write.

***

The foundations of joy dug, into an earth so uncertain as to make its accomplishment seem an impossibility, brings to light the notion that such a thing as happiness is nonexistent, and any episode of association with such a thing is merely illusion. For as one cannot build a house where there is not solid ground, how may one find joy in a world where one cannot know what even the next day will bring, whether it will be bad weather or fair, and whether that which you relied on today will again tomorrow bear your weight?

It would all seem a terrible misgiving, and perhaps would be, but recall that a house may be built even on water, provided there is solid ground beneath. Know also that no ground on which you have ever laid foot is unmoving, and yet houses are still built. Many are torn down, either by the workings of the world or the hands of the builders – which is to say us – but many more are built also, and many stand for quite some duration.

So we find that joy is not merely an illusion, but a evidence, that is it is an image of something greater, which is to say deeper, than episodes of its own realization. For as we build on ground that is not solid (and a house cannot stand forever if the ground does not stay put), we may also find joy in a world devoid, at times, of reason for celebration, for there is a moment here where we are surrounded by good graces, and a moment following where we are alone and have nothing. Mourn during the latter times; rejoice during the former; for you will see them both, again and again and again.

Realize then, that as the present manifestation of joy is merely an image of something greater, so to is each one who is capable of perceiving it merely an image of something greater themselves, that which has been, that which is, and that which will be. So then the value of a person, while measured by so many inconsequential, though perhaps situationally necessitated, standards, is in reality based on this deeper substance, and all episodes experienced as joy are merely brushes with the higher, which is to say deeper, ideal.

So then, you have value because lacking you value is nonexistent. And therefore, take all things in passing, the evil and the good, for the good are merely hints towards something greater, and the evil merely realizations of the schism. Take each in turn, and make of yourself a house of joy.

Posted by: Xyber02 Jul 27 2005, 05:44 AM

A young girl screamed as a leathery wing envolped her. She felt claws race across her face and shoulder. Blood sprayed everywhere blurring her vision and numbing her with pain.

A gleam caught her eye, as someone stabbed the malicious creature was killed. An Imperial stood over her, is rough face showing hardened determiniation.

Throwing the young girl into a shed, the Imperial yelled, "Go! Hide, I shall get your brother and sister!"

A bow broke the only window, the little girl climbed a few boxes to look out. A winged deformation flew in, mortally wounding the Imperial and severing the head from a boy bosmer. It turned... saw the girl through the window. The girl screamed...

Anya jerked and kicked table over. Panting heavily, she looked around at the tavern, at the people staring at her. Not again. she though. Rubbing her shoulder and feeling the three ropy scars there, she stood up.

Picking up the table, she payed the barkeeper and dropped a little extra for the commontion and hurried, a little off balance, to her room, her head pounding from last night.

Posted by: Shardie Jul 27 2005, 06:32 AM

An ally way, Daggerfall City, Daggerfall

The mist was getting hevier... it was not safe to wander home in this weather, "silly Lacoriz" thought maranda aloud... as he bumped into a man... "Sorry" she said, before looking up and realizing who it was... she jumped back, and drew her sword
"Now now now, thats no way to treat an old friend" Duke Drevious said, slowly walking out of the mist
"Since when have you been an old friend?" Maranda asked bitterly, "I thought I was over all those Daedric things, but they seem to just keep coming"
"Ha ha ha, you have things so wrong, Maranda, I am not here by orders of my liege, but here in order to get somthing you have..." Drevious eyed the sword in her hands
"No, you cant have this, its a memento from a friend..." Maranda said, as Drevious outsteched his hand, the mist slowly formed into a sword
"Shall I fight you for it?" asked Drevious
"No, I shant give it up, no matter what" Maranda replied, her sword ready to strike
"Then how about this..." Drevious dissapeared into the mist "You take me to this wedding as your date, and I will forget all about it... none the less, I shall return on the day before the wedding, ether to reclaim my sword, or claim my date" he finished, laughing evily
"What should I do?" she asked herself, "What were his motives?" she asked herself, "What will Lacoriz think???" she asked herself, as she hurried home

Posted by: syronj Jul 27 2005, 07:36 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jul 26 2005, 11:44 PM)

Anya jerked and kicked table over. Panting heavily, she looked around at the tavern, at the people staring at her. Not again. she though. Rubbing her shoulder and feeling the three ropy scars there, she stood up.

Picking up the table, she payed the barkeeper and dropped a little extra for the commontion and hurried, a little off balance, to her room, her head pounding from last night.

That morning, Shaka wandered through the marketplace of Ald Raathim. Although he hadn't drunk enough the night before to be hungover, he still felt down. Too many people seemed to be popping up in Loranna's domain, and he wasn't sure how the group would fit into that.

No, he had to be honest with himself. Shaka wasn't sure how he himself would fit in. Rymlin, for example. He had seen how the dunmer had caught Loranna's eye. Damn bards always seem to draw the ladies, he mused. Stupid to feel jealous, but . . . .

Shaka glanced at Solange's flower and herb shop as he passed it. A good woman there, but Shaka had found no spark between them. He wasn't the type to toy with a woman's affections if there were no future. . . .

He had noticed Anya rush in that morning, slamming the door to her guest quarters. Shaka wanted to talk with her; by her body language recently, he had a fair guess that Anya was still uncomfortable with Dres Loranna. He would have to hold off for now, though. The Argonian didn't want to meddle when Anya's nerves were obviously raw.

Shaka passed the town's fledgling Mage Guild, still in a former farmhouse. He was reminded of the day, only a month or so previous, when he had spoken there to Loranna for only the second time.

It was odd to realize that the citizens of Ald Raathim would never know that they had been spared complete devastation at the hands of Raithmat's ghost. Loranna's group would never tell them that they had averted a flood, and the deadline was now several days past at the least.

Shaka had received something of a shock this morning, when he had viewed an oil painting of the late Jazbet, Loranna's husband and Lord of Daruhn. For the first time, Shaka realized that Slyvos didn't just resemble Jazbet -- the lich was inhabiting Jazbet's original body. No wonder Slyvos was reclusive, and that neither Loranna's group nor the commoners liked to discuss the subject.

It changed little for Shaka. Jazbet had been, from all accounts, a good lord as well as a good being. And if Slyvos loved Loranna and she, him, that would have to be good enough for Shaka too.

Posted by: Ritual Jul 27 2005, 09:09 AM

Rymlin woke up in a dank, dirty place. He looked around, all he could see was a sliver of light rntering from underneath his door. He tried to turn his head, but pain shot through his body, causing him to pass out again. The next time he awoke, he saw the ground moving underneath him: he could feel himself being dragged along. He looked on either side to see golden boots treading a stone floor.

"Thank you" said the voice of an old elf. "You may leave, I don't think this boy will be of any danger to me now."

The ordinators picked Rymlin up and sat him in a wooden chair. The room was dark, lit only by a few torches against the walls. Rymlin struggled to hold himself up in the seat, his head felt like it was about to split in two.

"Do you know where you are Rymlin?" said the older mer

"What is this place? How do you know my name?" asked Rymlin, his eyes opened wide. The pain was driving him mad.

The priest telekinetically moved a small stone into the wall, and watched Rymlin wince as he tried to look for the sound. "As I thought" said the priest "You're lucky to be alive Rymlin, few people survive a strike from an ordinator." said the old man, moving towards Rymlin. His hands began to glow as he cast a healing spell "Let me help you." a bright light came forth and Rymlin could feel the pain release from his body. "Now, where were we?"

"Where am I?" said Rymlin, looking around the dark, stone room. It looked like some sort of cave.

"This, my boy, is the ministry of truth. I am Favas Saren. I'm supposing you'd like to know what's going to happen to you." the priest walked over to a wooden table and poured a glass of flin for himself. "Well normally, attacking a priest would be considered a capital offense, but we have reviewed your case, and decided to let you be free. You are after all, only a child, and you had a very traumatic experience. However, we cannot allow you the graces of Almsivi again. In fact, you are to be banished forthwith from Vivec City, to return shall bear the penalty of death. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Rymlin only nodded. The boy couldn't clearly think of what would happen to him, or what he would do now.

"Now, if you would follow me." The priest walked down a hallway with Rymllin following. "We have arranged living quarters for you in the new Imperial town of Seyda Neen. Once you leave this place, you may never come to Vivec, for any reason, do you understand?" said the priest, opening a wooden door. In the room stood a short robed man. "The is Rydres, he will teleport you to Seyda Neen." the priest motioned to the robed man. "I do wish you the best of luck." said the priest, turning to leave.

Rymlin walked over to the man "What am I supposed to do once I get there? he asked, sitting in a wooden chair.

"That's none of my business kid, I'm just getting you there. Now close your eyes, it's going to be bright." with that the man cast a teleporting spell, and lightt flooded Rymlin's vision.
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Rymlin awoke with a start. He opened the curtains of his room. It looked to be the same time as when he had gone to bed, except now there was a light rain. He went out to the bar, and used some of his last gold to purchase breakfast. "What day is it?" he asked the barkeep, as he ate his egg.

"Thursday sir, you've been sleeping for an entire day." the barkeep said, placing a box of new glasses into the racks.

"What do I owe you for my room?"

"It's been cover'd. Someone liked your singing I guess. Big Nord payed me for your room for the next week."

"Well" thought Rymlin, "It looks like I'm off to a good start."

Posted by: w0nders Jul 27 2005, 09:23 AM

Dante entered the tavern of Ald Raathim, swinging the door open loudly and brutally. His figure loomed in the doorway for a brief moment before he approached the bar and sat down. He ordered a strong beverage, and sipped at it slowly.

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Jul 27 2005, 12:07 PM

The old altmer woke up in the sound of knocking. Someone was knocking the window. He moaned, cursed his hangover and opened the window. Then he quickly backed off the window, as a raven flew right in with a piece of paper tied into it's feet. Dastril said: "Hey little fellow. I thought you'd never come!" He closed the window again. "What do you got there?" He took the parchment, and started reading.

Later he went downstairs to get a breakfest.

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 03:44 PM

After leaving the tavern, Isiodr walked quickly away, as far away as he could. He didn't want to be here. He knew there was some forests near Ald Raathiam. Maybe he could go there...

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 03:53 PM

Castle Study

Loranna pours a couple glasses o good High Rock wine, the letter she received from Allie on her desk. She waits patiently for her friend to arrive.

Outside the Tavern

Dram hurries after Isidor, calling out "Interesting song you sang a moment ago ..."

Posted by: Nalion Jul 27 2005, 04:02 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 03:53 PM)

Castle Study

Loranna pours a couple glasses o good High Rock wine, the letter she received from Allie on her desk. She waits patiently for her friend to arrive.

It was the same servant girl who accompanied Nalion to the school the other day that came now to ask him to meet the Lady of Ald Raathim in the study.

Not bothering to don his robe today, Nalion walked down the aisle towards the study, clad in a blue shirt and matching black trousers. Without knocking, he entered and greeted his nordic friend with a fond smile.
"You called and here I am.", the mage said, with a half-mocking expression on his face. "What is it, Loranna?"

Knowing her long enough, he skipped the formalities and helped himself to a glass of wine.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:08 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Jul 27 2005, 10:02 AM)

"No robe today?" Loranna asks, raising her eyebrows and grinning.

As Nalion makes himself comfortable, she says "I didn't mention this beofre because we were wrapped up with dealing with Raithmat, but I got a letter at the end of last week - one I think you'd like to see."

She holds out the letter from Allie to Nalion. "Here."

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 04:10 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 09:53 AM)

Outside the Tavern

Dram hurries after Isidor, calling out "Interesting song you sang a moment ago ..."

Isidor ignores Dram, and quickens his pace.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:13 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 10:10 AM)

Isidor ignores Dram, and quickens his pace.

Dram's eyes narrow slightly.

Though clad in his usual bonemold, Dram picks up his own pace as well; guards were well-served by being fleet of foot even in armor. He runs after Isidor, catching up and asking "Since when have you run away from things?"

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 04:16 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 10:13 AM)

Isidor ignores Dram, and he tightens his grip on his axe. He stops, and adresses the guard "Leave me alone, Dram. I don't wish to hurt you, but I will, if you don't leave. Now."

Posted by: Nalion Jul 27 2005, 04:17 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 04:08 PM)

"Thank you.", Nalion replied as he took the letter and glanced at it.

"It's from Allerleirauh!", he almost exclaimed in surprise, shooting Loranna a glance, then he began to read intently and with visible concentration.

After he finished, he looked questioningly towards Loranna, then read the letter again, turning the words in his mind, looking behind mere script and word and ink.

"I see.", he said plainly. "Have you replied already?"

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:26 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Jul 27 2005, 10:17 AM)

Loranna blushes just a little. "I'm uh, still working on a reply," she admits. "Every time I read her letter, I feel just a little overwhelmed and anything I write sounds incredably inadequate and pretentious when I look at it. But at the very least, it sounds as though the matter of the restless dead returning is close to being resolved."

She sips her wine, adding "And ... well, it's a very beautiful letter. I'm constantly thinking about what she said now, about her friend the Harper, about this new world she's traveled to ..."

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 10:16 AM)

Isidor ignores Dram, and he tightens his grip on his axe. He stops, and adresses the guard "Leave me alone, Dram. I don't wish to hurt you, but I will, if you don't leave. Now."

Dram stops, staring intently at Isidor for a long moment. The Dunmer's expression goes from annoyed to impassive.

"Whatever you're looking for, I hope you find it," he says, turning to look to the wilderness ahead. "But I wonder if it's out there."

His face relaxes a bit. "I would hope to see you again - preferably soon," he says.

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 04:30 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 10:26 AM)

Isidor nods, and walks foward, towards the forest.

Posted by: Nalion Jul 27 2005, 04:37 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 04:26 PM)

"She seems to be here and yet not, but I believe her spirit never truly left.", Nalion answered with a smile, "And even when she is not here, she still shapes this world through her love."

Nalion leaned back in thought.

"Aside from implications I have yet to ponder, the letter gives hope, yes. If you don't mind, I would like to add a few lines of myself to your letter."

Posted by: Stargazey Jul 27 2005, 04:42 PM

Isidor sat on a log, his armor and weapons at his feet.

He didn't know why he had left, but he had known he had too. No one needed him, why was he there? The group was proficient without him, and he had caused nothing but trouble.

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 04:43 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Jul 27 2005, 10:37 AM)

Loranna stares at Nalion for a brief second, contemplating what he just said about Allie.

"By all means," she says, producing pen and paper. "Did you have an idea on what to write now, or did you want more time to think? I've been feeling an urge to discuss what she wrote with someone; maybe seeing what you have to say will help me figure out what I'm going to say."

Posted by: Nalion Jul 27 2005, 04:56 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 04:43 PM)

"I have only mere notions, thought that roam freely but do not yet take the shape of letters nor words yet.", Nalion replied, still in thought. "I fear I need some more time to ponder if I want to answer her appropriately. I would also like to discuss with you, but I fear not today nor tomorrow. As important as Allie's letter is to me, I fear I cannot do this earlier."

Nalion rose from his chair and looked at Loranna apologetically.

"Forgive my abruptness, Loranna, I do not wish to be impolite, but I'm afraid I have to leave now. Thank you for showing me the letter. I will have an answer ready and we can then discuss freely."

Posted by: Loranna Jul 27 2005, 05:03 PM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Jul 27 2005, 10:56 AM)

Loranna looks a little dismayed, but she nods. "Right; we each have duties to attend to," she says, understanding coming to her face. "We'll talk more in a few days then, and if you run into Reichi or our other older companions, please let them know we received word from Allie."

She grins. "And thank you for this brief talk; you've helped some thoughts gel in my mind already."

She watches Nalion leave, then sighs, still smiling, thinking about her response to her friend as she deals with her daily work.

Meanwhile, Dram returns to his own duties, feeling slightly troubled.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 02:44 AM

Night was falling; Loranna and Dram, mindful of Thom's encounter with vampires the previous night, increased the nightly patrols of the town and the grounds surrounding it. Dram, in addition, quietly told the patrols to keep their eyes open for Isidor, who was still out in the wilderness somewhere.

Loranna wondered about Tiras Mattias, the Vivec-looking tale collector, but had yet to encounter him. She shrugged and went about her business, confident that if it was meant to be she would meet this interesting fellow in time.

As the moons came into view, and the stars shone down, Ald Raathim quietly went about its nighttime business.

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 02:53 AM

Falco had heard Dram speaking with one of his patrolmen.

"Make sure you keep an eye out for that big Nord Isidor. He's gone into the woods around. I'd like to know what he's up to. Report to me should you see him."

The patrolman nodded and continuesd his route. Falco thought to himself on this statement. Whats that idiot doing now? Probobly got himself into trouble. I better go pull his [censored] out of the fire.

Falco pulled his cloak tightly around himself and walked out of the town through the cold dusk air.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 02:57 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 08:53 PM)

Falco pulled his cloak tightly around himself and walked out of the town through the cold dusk air.

Shaka was near enough to Falco to see him walk off with a purposeful air. He ran after the rogue.

"Hey, Falco! I hear Isidor hasn't been seen today. If that's what you're after, mind if I tag along?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 02:59 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 04:57 PM)

Falco merely grunted, "Sure thing". He then continued on towards the woods.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:00 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 08:57 PM)

Isidor sat on his log, dozing slightly. The forest was quiet, but Isidor didn't pay any mind.

The cloaked group moved foward, swords and bows in hand. They saw the nord, Isidor was his name, sitting on a log, sleeping. One figure muttered something, then two archers fired at the nord.

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 03:10 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 05:00 PM)

Isidor sat on his log, dozing slightly. The forest was quiet, but Isidor didn't pay any mind.
The cloaked group moved foward, swords and bows in hand. They saw the nord, Isidor was his name, sitting on a log, sleeping. One figure muttered something, then two archers fired at the nord.

Falco heard a loud scream pierce the night air. Falco recognized it to be a nord. He yelled to Shaka, " That came from North of here! C'mon lets go!" Falco and Shaka sprinted deeper into the woods.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:11 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 09:10 PM)

Falco heard a loud scream pierce the night air. Falco recognized it to be a nord. He yelled to Shaka, " That came from North of here! C'mon lets go!" Falco and Shaka sprinted deeper into the woods.

The group immediatly sprinted foward, advancing on the stunned nord.

Isidor had fallen back off of the log, bleeding from the arrows.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 03:13 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 09:10 PM)

Falco heard a loud scream pierce the night air. Falco recognized it to be a nord. He yelled to Shaka, " That came from North of here! C'mon lets go!" Falco and Shaka sprinted deeper into the woods.

Shaka had left the Spear back at the castle, stupidly, but at least he was wearing bracers and greaves. As the two Argonians ran through the moonlit forest, Shaka muttered the words of power and gestured in the Bound mudras. A daedric punch dagger appeared in his left hand, and the mace in his right. Judging from the shadows ahead and the sounds of struggle, they were near . . ..

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:15 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 09:13 PM)

The cloaked leader saw Falco and Shaka running towards them. "Excellent, Argonian meat." He sprints foward, casting an invisibility spell.

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 03:16 AM

Falco looked upon Isidor. He saw the arrows and jumped behind a tree, pulling Shaka with him. "Listen Shaka there's at least one archer hiding in these woods somewhere. Keep an eye ourt for him and take cover behind the trees." With that Falco scurried off farther into the woods, looking for whoever shot the arrows.

Posted by: Ritual Yesterday, 03:19 AM

That Morning-

Rymlin finished his breakfast and returned to his room. Retrieving a fresh robe, proceeded to change. Pulling off his enchanted black garment, he stood before the mirror, looking over the tattoos on his body. He still remembered what each one meant. He touched his fingers to his chest where a name was written in elaborate Daedric runes. He smiled slightly as he read the name. Rymlin turned from the mirror, and clothed himself in a luxurious dark red robe, with black around either cuff, and down the center. He pulled back his hair and tied it behind his head, "Now, to examine this mages guild. Perhaps I can be of some use there." Rymlin walked out the door of the tavern and over to the newly founded Guild of Mages.

The place would have been hard to find, had it not been for the universal insignia of the guild on the wall of the old farmhouse. Rymlin looked about and saw various craftsmen working as old mages instructed them. Rymlin opened the door and came into a makeshift guild hall. The hall was occipied by several tables and a single bookshelf against the wall. Scrolls, books, and soulgems were strewn about and mages bustled about trying to get things in order. Everyone was so bust that they didn't happen to notice the new face as Rymlin stepped in the room. Watching for the first person he could talk to, he found a short Bosmer trying to place three books on the top shelf of the bookshelf. As he struggled to step up, he knocked out an old skull that had been being used as a bookend. Right before it reached the ground, Rymlin caught it with telekinesis and placed it back in its proper posistion.

The small elf looked at Rymlin surprised. "Thank you friend. I don't think we've met. What's your name?" said the mer, turning to grab more books.

Rymlin hesitated before speaking. His name was on the most wanted lists of all of Vvardenfell, it was only a matter of time before the news came to the mainland. "My name is Ash." said Rymlin, using his last name.

"Well, welcome to the Guild of Mages Ash, I don't suppose you'd like to join?" said the Bosmer, facing Rymlin "We could really use the help."

Rymlin smiled as he said "In fact, that's why I've come. I'm looking for a place to lodge for a bit. If I work here, can I get food and shelter until I find some real work?"

"Of course! Go outside and talk to Treniel, he's the Altmer in the purple robe, can't miss him. He'll give you something to do." the Bosmer grabbed another book and turned to Rymlin before he left the room. "By the way, you'll be staying in the inn across from the tavern, they're giving us free lodging until the guild has some bunking quarters."

With that, Rymlin went outside to the Altmer and began working.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 03:20 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 09:16 PM)

Seeing at least one foe had cast an invisibility spell, Shaka touched the Amulet of Shadows at his neck and faded into near-total chameleon. Being night-time, though moonlit he was effectively invisible as well. This should be interesting, he thought.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:23 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 09:16 PM)

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 09:20 PM)

Luckily for Isidor, both arrows had missed his heart, and went for his stomach instead.

The group pushed foward after their leader, looking for Shaka and Falco.

The Khajiit leader laughed and then said "You can run, lizard, but you can't hide."

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 03:32 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 09:23 PM)

Shaka sidled warily out from the trees, cursing the fact that he faced a Khajiit's senses. The enemy leader wouldn't be able to spot him as plainly as day, but he could probably see a blur, and smell the characteristic scent of an Argonian.

Although, Shaka thought with almost a grin, I've had ladies tell me it was not unpleasant for being bitter ....

For his part, Shaka could hear the rustling of the Khajiit's approach, though not with pinpoint accuracy, and Shaka's sense of smell was also good, though not in the Khajiit's league.

The duel became long moments of sensing the enemy, and trying to find the center of the duel, both within oneself and on the ground....

Shaka suddenly felt the rush of displaced air from a sword, and shifted left. He captured the Khajiit's weapon for a second by crossing his own mace and dagger, sparks fanning out into the night, but then the Khajiit twisted away. Shaka heard faint laughter before the deadly duel continued . . . .

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 03:36 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 09:32 PM)

The Khajiit was darting back and forth, laughing at the befuddled Argonian. "Can't keep up, can you? Fine." He stops "Fight me, like a real man."

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 03:49 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 09:36 PM)

The Khajiit was darting back and forth, laughing at the befuddled Argonian. "Can't keep up, can you? Fine." He stops "Fight me, like a real man."

"Your choice, Khajiit," said Shaka. His opponent was visible now, though a shadow; crossing swords while invisible threw one out of that state. But Shaka was still more than three-quarters stealthed.

At the same time, the clock was running out on Shaka's Bound weapons. Abandoning indirection, Shaka closed with his enemy. Golden sparks flared into the night as the two fought, sword versus punch dagger and mace; Shaka's opponent was a capable fighter and, he began to realize, stronger than a Khajiit had a right to be.

Vampire? thought Shaka with some dismay. But there was no time to think as the two fought amid the trees. At last, Shaka caught the Khajiit's sword with the flanges of the daedric mace and hurled it into the night.

Just then, his bound weapons disappeared, their course run. Shaka crouched into the fighting positions of the Rain of Sand, ironically a Khajiit invention. His opponent was not slow to respond, though it must have looked to him like having to fight the outline of an Argonian.

Shaka took a kick from the enemy leader on his left bracer, his arm nearly going numb, before backfisting him with his right bracer. The Khajiit took the blow better than expected and whirled into a sweeping kick, trying to knock Shaka off his feet. Shaka himself spun into the air and rebounded off the trunk of a tree, attempting to land on the Khajiit with an elbow smash, but his opponent was inhumanly fast.

And now the Amulet wore off, and Shaka was himself visible.

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:03 AM

The khajiit saw Shaka once his chameleon wore off. He raised his claws for s slash to the neck. Fortunately this was cut short by a loud thud. The Khajiit slumped to the ground. Falco placed his saber back in its sheath, having just hit the Khajiit hard in the back of the head with its hilt. "Seen any more Shaka?"

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 04:08 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:03 PM)

"Not unless you finished the rest of them. . . . " The Khajiit was beginning to stir. With urgency, Shaka said, "Falco, finish him with your daedric dagger. I think we're fighting vampires here!"

"Isidor, is he alive?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:09 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 06:08 PM)

"Shaka, Defend Isidor. I don't want any to get to him while he's down. NOW!" Falco drew his dagger and slit the Khajiit's throat, slaying the wretched beast.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:10 AM

Oops.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 04:11 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:09 PM)

"Shaka, Defend Isidor. I don't want any to get to him while he's down. NOW!" Falco drew his dagger and slit the Khajiit's throat, slaying the wretched beast.

Shaka grabbed the vampire's sword and took off at a run toward Isidor. . . .

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:13 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 10:11 PM)

Shaka grabbed the vampire's sword and took off at a run toward Isidor. . . .

Isidor had been writhing in pain, the arrows right in his stomach. He saw Shaka run past him, his position being hid by his log. "Shaka" he rasped "Shaka".

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 04:17 AM

Screaming, the little girl ran to the back of the shed, watching the window. The leathery wings coming through as the creature tried to get it's prey.

Crying, the little girl hid in the corner, but it wasn't enough to hide comepletely. The winged demon broke the wall, cantored in, staring, it's almost feminine face snearing.

Blood dripping down her face and soaking her left side of her clothes, all she could do was sit, too weak to even run. The Azurite demon ran towards her, screaching, causing the girl to cower, her ears held tight in fear. She felt it hit her, and then it stopped, stooping over the bosmer child.

Crawling out she saw what saved her, a broadsword lodged in the back. She saw who it belonged too, the Imperial, her Uncle. His eyes were sightless, a look of rage permentally etched in his face, never again to soften when she called his name.

Crying she fell back, ragged, choking breaths coming through her sobs. And then all went black.

Waking up and nearly toppling out of her bed, and sat there for a moment, recollecting her thoughts. Just leave me alone, why won't you just leave me alone.

Grabbing her armor and weapons, she ran out of her room. Some gaurds were slightly suprised as a dishoveled, blonde elf ran past, but they ignored her.

Running to the beach, she stopping, breathing hard, tears sparkling on her face. So real, so real. It's all happening again, as if I'm living that nightmare. Why? Why now, why is it haunting me after all that time. Why does it feel more alive than dream?

A glow settled beside her, she recognized Lotus' new light from the reforging of her spear. His small frame allowed for him to get closer, and using his tail, to nuzzle up against her. Smiling for once, she scratched his chin.

She continued walking, not really sure of her direction, not really caring either, hoping that the solitude of the forest she knew so well, and to get away from that, that woman, might at least give her peace of mind if not answers.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 04:20 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 10:13 PM)

Isidor had been writhing in pain, the arrows right in his stomach. He saw Shaka run past him, his position being hid by his log. "Shaka" he rasped "Shaka".

Shaka stopped, his head snapping to the side, before he located Isidor's voice. He crouched next to the Nord, noting grimly that Isidor had been hit in the gut.

"Aw hell, Iz ...." he said softly, and his hands glowed with the Heal Companion spell. Assuming they survived this ambush, there was a chance that Isidor wouldn't bleed to death now or die of shock before they could get him back to the castle.

"How many are left, boyo? We got their leader .... They're vamps, too."

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:22 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 10:20 PM)

"I...four.." he gasped in pain and wretched.

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:25 AM

Falco's saber was in his right hand his dagger in his left. He looked around, scanning the woods for any more of the vamps. An arrow came from directly in front of him and hit his right arm, causing him to drop his saber. He did however know where his foe was now. A flick of his left wrist and the dagger had been tossed from his hand and into his enemy's throat.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 04:29 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:25 PM)

Sneaking a look over the top of the fallen tree, Shaka said to Isidor, "Okay, save your strength .... It looks as if there are three left now. Hang on and I'll try to flank them . . . ."

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:31 AM

Falco fell to his knees in pain. He picked up his saber with his left hand, knowing full well it couldn't harm a vampire as much as his dagger, but it could still do some damage.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 04:34 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:31 PM)

Falco fell to his knees in pain. He picked up his saber with his left hand, knowing full well it couldn't harm a vampire as much as his dagger, but it could still do some damage.

Shaka activated the Amulet of Shadows again and began trying to maneuver through the woods, hoping the enemy couldn't locate him as well as the Khajiit had . . . .

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:36 AM

Falco crawled n one arm and tow legs to Isidor. He leaned up against the log next to him. With his saber drawn he turned and smiled at Isidor. "Well ole friend. Looks like we're gonna go down fight'in! Isn't thast how you nords get into sovnegrade?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:36 AM

Woops double post

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:36 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 10:34 PM)

Shaka activated the Amulet of Shadows again and began trying to maneuver through the woods, hoping the enemy couldn't locate him as well as the Khajiit had . . . .

One assassin remained. The others had recalled out, as the leader had ordered them to. One was stubborn. He moved foward, slowly, watching the Argonian move slowly foward, then dissapear. He pulled out his bow and released an arrow into his back.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:37 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:36 PM)

Isidor turned his head and said "If lucky. Argonians go, where?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:39 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 06:37 PM)

Isidor turned his head and said "If lucky. Argonians go, where?"

"Into the ground. That is if our corpses aren't torn to shreds."

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 04:41 AM

Hearing a scream a slight distance in the forest, Anya went into a sprint to see what the problem was. That was no woman's scream. Must be bad.

A few minutes later, she reached the battle. Adjusting her eyes to the night, she noticed that Isidor laying on the ground. Smiling at him, "You foolish warrior Nord, see what too much drink gets you, all shot up."

Unslinging her spear, she called Lotus forth. Let's hope this was more than a cosmetic upgrade. she thought.

Slowing down, and using her honed sense of hearing, she tried to spot one of the attackers. A familar buzz caught her interest, and she jumped to the side, catching an arrow to the side, but thankfully not peircing through yet.

Spinning around, she lept towards the trees, spotting the sniper, Lotus' glow illuminating the area. "Got you!" she yelled, driving her spear foward at the sniper, who wasn't prepared for the speedy assault.

"What the?" Suprised crossed Anya's face as the archer grabbed her spear. That is much to fast. Vampire... maybe? Then the world lit up, and she tumbled to the ground.

Getting up, she saw the charred hulk of the Vampire getting up and stumbling after her, followed by another fireball from Lotus.

"You bugger, you hit me too!" Yelling at Lotus, she charged the Vampire one last time and ran him through. "What an amazing creature you are Lotus. I wa half expecting something new, and I'm still surpries."

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:42 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:39 PM)

"Into the ground. That is if our corpses aren't torn to shreds."

Isidor laughed, but coughed up blood. "Good bye.."

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 04:44 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jul 27 2005, 10:41 PM)

"What the?" Suprised crossed Anya's face as the archer grabbed her spear. That is much to fast. Vampire... maybe? Then the world lit up, and she tumbled to the ground.

Getting up, she saw the charred hulk of the Vampire getting up and stumbling after her, followed by another fireball from Lotus.

"You bugger, you hit me too!" Yelling at Lotus, she charged the Vampire one last time and ran him through. "What an amazing creature you are Lotus. I wa half expecting something new, and I'm still surpries."

Shaka was curled up on the forest floor, an arrow in his back, but luckily not into his spine or heart.

He tried to call to Anya, but couldn't manage much more than an "Arrgghh". Now I know how a stepped-on lizard feels, he thought.

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:45 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 06:42 PM)

Isidor laughed, but coughed up blood. "Good bye.."

Falco drew forth from his pack a small bottle. It was his ancient dagoth brandy, wich he had savced for as special occasion. He took a swig and offered some to Isidor. " One last drink mate?"

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 04:47 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:45 PM)

Falco drew forth from his pack a small bottle. It was his ancient dagoth brandy. He took a swig and offered some to Isidor. " One last drink mate?"

Isidor had slipped from consicousness. His breathing was light, but steady.

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 04:50 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 27 2005, 06:47 PM)

Isidor had slipped from consicousness. His breathing was light, but steady.

Falco decided then that he wouldn't let either of them die. He sood up and pullued the arrows froom Isidor's stomach. He then grabbed Isidor by his shirt, and slowly dragged him towards town.

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 04:53 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 08:50 PM)

Falco decided then that he wouldn't let either of them die. He sood up and pullued the arrows froom Isidor's stomach. He then grabbed Isidor by his shirt, and slowly dragged him towards town.

"He'll live, wont he? I'll send Lotus to get help, they can meet us on the way."

Calling Lotus, Anya whispered in his ear. After a moment, a few powerful flaps sent him above the trees and towards the castle, hopefully able to get the message across to Loranna.

Using her spear as a prop, she followed Falco and Shaka back towards Ald Raathim.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 04:58 AM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 27 2005, 10:50 PM)

Falco decided then that he wouldn't let either of them die. He sood up and pullued the arrows froom Isidor's stomach. He then grabbed Isidor by his shirt, and slowly dragged him towards town.

Shaka managed to get to his feet after a while, but left the arrow in. He started walking slowly toward Ald Raathim. Thanks, kiddo, he thought about Anya. She had really helped by taking out the last vampire.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 05:06 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jul 27 2005, 10:53 PM)

Cliff Racers were not all that common around Ald Raathim, despite the castle being on an actual cliff. Thus, Lotus's flight over the town elicited a few surprised and alarmed shouts, especially given his unique skin coloring and general aura of cliff racery power.

Lotus found the rocks and two arrows lobbed in his direction easy enough to avoid, and he zeroed in on the castle, having a fairly good idea where Loranna slept. The problem, now, was in trying to communicate to the Lady of Daruhn the situation ...

Hovering by the castle tower, Lotus rapped on the closed window of the study with his tail, prompting a Khajiit servant to go see what's the matter. His scream of "AHH!!! Flying Demon Racer!" roused both Dram and Loranna from what had been otherwise sound sleeps.

" ... The heck? Lotus?" Loranna muttered, her clothes hastily thrown on.

"Not exactly a demon," Dram muttered, bare-chested and barefoot, ebony sword in hand.

Lotus flapped his wings and made himself look as worried and urgant as a cliff racer could, and Dram and Loranna figured out at about the same time that "He must be trying to get help for Anya." Then both Dram and Loranna glanced sidelong at one another for speaking in unison.

"I'll go get my armor," Dram says.

"Come back here; we might as well fly to her," Loranna says, running to her room to get her potions and to get properly dressed.

With flying potions consumed, Loranna and Dram floated out the window - which was closed up again by the still-rattled servant - and followed Lotus, who chose to angle around town to avoid getting any more rocks thrown at him, before homing in on Anya's position. The two beleagured figures land near the wounded party, Loranna already asking "What happened to you guys?" as she hurries over, blue magic emenating from her hands.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 05:13 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 11:06 PM)

With flying potions consumed, Loranna and Dram floated out the window - which was closed up again by the still-rattled servant - and followed Lotus, who chose to angle around town to avoid getting any more rocks thrown at him, before homing in on Anya's position. The two beleagured figures land near the wounded party, Loranna already asking "What happened to you guys?" as she hurries over, blue magic emenating from her hands.

"Is this ... Sovengaarde? Must be, judging from the welcoming committee," joked Shaka feebly. "Isidor was attacked by vampires when Falco found him, and I had tagged along. Some of them recalled out . . . . I think I got their leader, a Khajiit; if he wasn't their leader, he should have been. . . . Anya saved all of our butts."

Shaka decided to shut up and rested on his knees for a moment, grateful for Loranna's healing skills.

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 05:19 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 09:13 PM)

Sitting dow as well, Anya quiped, "Well, I wasn't exactly a paladin here, I only got one hiding in the trees. Pretty high up in the trees."

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 05:23 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jul 27 2005, 11:19 PM)

Sitting down as well, Anya quiped, "Well, I wasn't exactly a paladin here, I only got one hiding in the trees. Pretty high up in the trees."

Shaka was grateful that Isidor and Falco, though unconscious, were going to live. He turned his head to Anya and said, "Thank the Nine that I didn't spear Lotus that day on the docks. I can see now what a faithful friend he can be . . . ."

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 05:27 AM

Loranna looks to Dram, who mutters "Where are the patrols ..." under his breath before taking up his sword and checking the area, making sure there's no lurking vampire or bandit nearby.

"I see," Loranna says, healing Isidor, then Anya, Falco, and Shaka in turn, and casting Cure disease on the lot of them for good measure. "Thom's instincts were right, it seems. Hopefully this is the last of them ..."

There is the sound of a scuffle, a most ungodly sound that makes Loranna look up in alarm. A couple moments later, and one of the night patrols appears, fighting a running battle with a snarling Orc vampire who was bellowing "Lousy no good pansy Khajjit, leaving me behind like that! Malacath take yer fur and use it to wipe his filth-hole, now STOP RUNNING AND LET ME DRINK YOU DRY YOU STUPID ..."

Dram simply walks up to the Orc, whose axe was pressed deeply into one guard's bonemold shield, and lops off his head with such lack of ceremony that it takes everyone, the Orc included, to realize he's now dead.

"Er ... thank you sir," the guard says, sounding a bit sheepish as Dram wipes the blood off his blade.

"You're welcome," Dram says, looking over the two guards. The two Dunmer youths look slightly nonplussed.

Loranna lets out the breath she didn't realize she had taken, and lowers her hands. "Let me look at the two of you, too ..."

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 05:33 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 27 2005, 09:23 PM)

"Indeed my scaly friend. This little guy has saved me far more times than any mer or man companion has, at no slight to present company, of course."

Hearing the commontion, Anya turned her head.

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 09:27 PM)

Dram simply walks up to the Orc, whose axe was pressed deeply into one guard's bonemold shield, and lops off his head with such lack of ceremony that it takes everyone, the Orc included, to realize he's now dead.

Blinking slightly, she looked at Shaka, "I thought you said we got them all..."

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 05:37 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jul 27 2005, 11:33 PM)

Hearing the commontion, Anya turned her head.

Blinking slightly, she looked at Shaka, "I thought you said we got them all..."

He shrugged sheepishly, then winced at the remaining soreness. "Close enough for government work, elf . . . ." he muttered.

Posted by: Ritual Yesterday, 05:39 AM

Rymlin was sitting in the tavern when he heard the noise outside. Hurrying outside, he saw the villagers pointing and shouting at a rogue cliff racer. "Now that's a curiosity" says Rymlin, quietly. "This should pan out to something of interest, I suppose I'll follow it." Rymlin cast a detect creature spell. By the time he had sorted out where the creature was, it had already made its way to the forest. Rymlin cast a spell of speed and moved as fast as he could to the forest's edge, still tracking the racer. Bringing up a glowing hand, a small ball of light appeared before Rymlin, guiding his path. He walked through the woods and stopped about twenty paces from the group. His detect creature spell had worn off, and he was out of Magicka.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 05:41 AM

"We are the government," Dram deadpans, hearing an approaching figure and drawing his blade. The two younger guards, by now healed, likewise prepare themselves, one saying "Halt!"

" ... Rymlin?" Loranna says, somewhat surprised. "You know dears, we invented taverns for these sorts of meetings; the wilderness lacks a certain amount of creature comforts ..."

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 05:44 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 09:41 PM)

" ... Rymlin?" Loranna says, somewhat surprised. "You know dears, we invented taverns for these sorts of meetings; the wilderness lacks a certain amount of creature comforts ..."

"I'd love some creature comforts right about now." Anya mumbled loudly, "I was planning on having a night alone to try to forge... well to breath some fresh air. This was purely chance, mi'lady."

Posted by: Arynel Yesterday, 05:45 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 09:41 PM)

"... the wilderness lacks a certain amount of creature comforts ..."

The irony of this statement was, of course, that some find the comforts of the wilderness superior to those of taverns, and it so happened that one such as these was Arynel, and the Breton was up in the mountain overlooking Ald Raathim, picking at a burn on his hand.

Posted by: Ritual Yesterday, 05:48 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 10:41 PM)

Rymlin turns about to address the two guards, who have now become quite intimidating. "What a rude greeting from the legion." turning to Loranna "Excuse me m'lady, I never expected to find you out here. I was curious about who would bring foriegn fauna to the mainland, particularly a beast as volitile as a cliff racer." shining his light brighter, Rymlin sees the wounded fighters on the ground. "What in Vhek's name happened here?"

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 05:50 AM

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 27 2005, 11:48 PM)

"A little scuffle with vampires, from the sounds of it," Loranna says, looking to the others. "And we should really get back to the castle now."

Dram addresses the guards. "Take care of the bodies and report back to town; I'll be waiting for you there."

"Someone help with Isidor?" Loranna says, giving Anya a bit of a grin in repsonse to her statement.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 05:51 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Jul 27 2005, 11:44 PM)

"I'd love some creature comforts right about now." Anya mumbled loudly, "I was planning on having a night alone to try to forge... well to breath some fresh air. This was purely chance, mi'lady."

Shaka tried to stand up, successfully. "I had the feeling you might be more than a bard. Good songs, though, serjo."

He turned to Loranna. "My Lady, I think with the help of the guards we can carry Isidor and Falco back to their rooms. Thank you again, as ever; and thank you too, Dram."

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 05:52 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 09:50 PM)

"Someone help with Isidor?" Loranna says, giving Anya a bit of a grin in repsonse to her statement.

"I suppose that I could help carry him. Urgh, what has this boy been eating? He weighs a ton, even for a brutish Nord."

Posted by: Ritual Yesterday, 05:56 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 27 2005, 10:50 PM)

"Vampires?" Rymlin's eyes grow wide at the thought "Haven't seen one of those since... Yes, we should get back to town." Rymlin drinks a potion to restore his magicka and summons a daedric shield. "Carry him on this" say Rymlin, handing one of the shields to a guard. He walks over to Loranna and says to her "I'll meet you shortly, I have things to collect out here." He turns to leave, pauses and says to her "Oh, the name is Ash now. I'd prefer if people didn't get confused."

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 06:01 AM

QUOTE(Ritual @ Jul 27 2005, 11:56 PM)

Dram looks over at Loranna, mentally noting to finish checking into Rymlin's background in the morning. "Interesting name," he comments.

The guards go about their business, cleaning up, while Loranna helps Anya with Isidor and Dram helps with Falco. "We'll speak later then, Ash," Loranna says, briefly wondering if the Land of the Thief was starting to live up to its name more than she intended. "Be careful."

Shouldering Isidor and mentioning "He's not as heavy as my dad, not yet at least," she leads the party back home.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Yesterday, 07:00 AM

Allerleirauh's journal, date uncertain:

I wonder if the Tribunal knew what they were getting into on the front end. I know the Aedra didn't. Eight personalities, bound together, each serving a separate function. Tempers grow short, goals and desires clash, the parts of the body forget that they are in fact one body. How shall they endure each other for minutes, much less millenia?

Tumble against me, my beloveds, like rocks in a silver stream, until all rough places are worn away, and all dull colors gleam.

Loranna, my dear, if you see these words... tell my little love I miss him, tell him I am coming, coming quickly, his vigil is almost over. Solunastra is awakened. We have all we need to set the world to rights and mend the crack that allows the spirits to enter. My last task here was to recover Solin, lest by risking so much of himself to find a place to set his egg, he be lost to our world forever. And I believe I have succeeded. I see the old longing in his eyes; he is coming back to us.

The path will open soon. Watch, and be ready.

Posted by: El_Ahrairah Yesterday, 07:12 AM

El-Ahrairah shrugged off his antediluvian methodology. He reached inside, found the radical, the revisionist, and tossed it into the fire. The pendulum swayed to the right, and to the left. Satisfied, the moderate said, "Greetings!" It blossomed with the weight of an idea, disappeared like some ideas, and then cemented itself. El-Ahrairah was drinking tea somewhere.

El-Ahrairah scratched his soft fur. The fur wasn't old. He realized what he had just done didn't really matter, but would sound good to some of the olmes-raht, or some of the young adults. They always love to be mystified, El-Ahrairah thought. Such a premise mystified him, like the premise of conservation - to an orc.

Through the interim of the past few months, the age, El-Ahrairah had made himself busy through the strenuous tasks of agriculture, education, and home management. Serious things, for a buoyant adult. The children - they were growing up. Some of them would want to inherit the farm, a few would move away, seek adventure. El-Ahrairah had sent his most intelligent daughter, Rylliah, to Lillandril University on Summerset. There was something to be proud of.

Posted by: Eyes Of the Wolf Yesterday, 10:21 AM

The old altmer appeared from the forest with the raven on his shoulder. A guard took up his bow and aimed, but Dastril spoke.

"What are you thinking? I ain't an enemy of yours, unless you want me to be. But be warned, my enemies have never lived long." The guard lowered his bow, and sighed from relief. "Oh, it's just you. Since the vampires attacked, we've been on our toes."

"Vampire attack? What vampire attack? What's been going on here?" The guards explained him, and letted him to the town.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 03:36 PM

The night passed, the weary heroes laid to rest in their rooms in the castle, or in guest rooms yet unfillled. Loranna tended to everyone to her satisfaction, seeking assurance that injuries were indeed healed without complication. At last, feeling she could do no more, she returned to her own room for some sleep; the morning would come all too soon.

The new day brought with it new concerns. There had been an accident in the building of the healers' new hall and time and money both would be lost; fortunately the injuries suffered were slight. Word of King Helseth's steadily-growing hopeless condition had the House rustling its feathers, as people wondered what would become of the throne should the clipped-eared poisoner pass away. Some people were insisting that Ald Raathim needed archers trained to deal with cliff racers after Lotus's nighttime flight to the castle, and Dram was once again turning his calm voice and steely-red gaze to his advantage in extolling his guards to their acme.

The summer season was past its half way point; people were quietly making plans for the late season harvest and its attendant celebration. The castle's basement was by now fully cleared out and Loranna could start making plans to move her alchemy workroom and Slyvos's enchanting lab downstairs, to take advantage of the greater space. Minor disputes regarding the distribution of farmland continued and Loranna, after dealing with them, asked Kallen about the feasibility of purchasing more land for Ald Raathim, while privately hoping her plans to bring new trades into town would be in full swing by spring of next year.

And during the day, Loranna found the time to write in her own journal, regarding new corespondances ...

===

Loranna's Journal

Perhaps the Tribunal knew, perhaps they didn't. It's hard enough at times keeping we mortal adventurers and heroes together in one place without people growing cross or restless or simply withdrawn into their own pursuits; I can only imagine that as below, so above, on an even greater scale.

Tumble we will, dear; may our tumbling burnish us all and show hidden delights in each, never before seen in the light of the stars.

I shall pass on your message, Allie dear; I have already shown Nalion your first letter and he writes to you as I have as yet not, so intent on writing a reply worthy of your beautiful words that I've quite boxed my thoughts and feelings in. So many things you said in so few lines ... how many times have I read your words about the mythos of the solitary hero, or the stages of the hero's journey, each time a new thought popping into my head, putting into a new light a question that had puzzled me - sometimes even without knowing before I had been puzzled! How many times have I read your description of your friend the Harper and been almost able to see him standing before me, and longed to dance to the music he plays and see his smoke-filled gaming hall, or this strange, special world you have gone to in search of an answer for our troubles.

I watch and wait, ready to welcome old friends back; I prepare myself for what may lie ahead, and look forward to the time when we can say of this adventure, that people lived happily ever after - though we ourselves, I know, have more adventures before us.

And I even look forward to feeling dumbfounded and foolish again when talking to you, Allie; until then though give everyone my love and tell Tris we're running low on that vintage he so loves.

===

Loranna looked back at her writing, thinking to herself that she was getting a little closer to what she wanted to say; she'd wait to see what Nalion wanted to tell Allie before finalizing her own thoughts. Smiling, she took Allie's letters and held them close, remembering.

Posted by: Nalion Yesterday, 03:44 PM

Nalion sat at a table in the library of Ald Raathim. The room was only scarcely lit, only a small candle was giving off just enough light to see. The rest of the library was almost dark. Shadows, created by the candle's flame, flickered among the bookshelves, peaceful shades, not the monstrous fiends of Raithmat. All in all, the library gave off a dusty air of literature, history, wisdom and logic.

The mage leaned back in his chair, turning the earthquake-sigil from the tavern around in his hands. His brow was furrowed as it usually was when he was deep in thought. Nalion knew what this thing could do - he had already told Loranna and Shaka - but he did not know who crafted the sigil and with what power and original intent.

The Breton turned the sigil upwards and looked at the inscription on the surface. In the middle of the circular wooden disk was the original inscription of the Dunmer in the tavern, written in daedric script:

LHKLGH

Drawn around these letters was Nalion's burnt-black circle to trap the spell inside, as well as his own letters of binding. Breaking the circle would free the spell, of that, the mage was certain. However, it was not the power of the trapped spell that was troubling him, it was the intent behind the original script.

Nalion scratched his head, and looked up for a moment to set his eyes at ease from concentratedly staring at the item in his hands. His gaze traced the titles of the books in the nearest shelve. Many of these he had read, yet one caught his eye. "Spirit of the Daedra". He had first read this book when he had freshly joined House Telvanni in Sadrith Mora. Nalion wove a spell and stretched out a hand towards the book and it began to float towards him, flapping open as if invisible hands touched the leather-bound folio.

"What we cannot decipher, perhaps..." he whispered.

Posted by: f15tray22 Yesterday, 08:43 PM

Thom stared into the fire at his camp. He had been asleep for a full day and a half. He woke with a terrible feeling. Quickly, he rose and gathered Orome and his bow. He quickly made his way to the castle, and saw Shaka standing in a hallway. "Something has happened. It was vampire, wasn't it?" Another tear came down Thom's cheek, but in his eyes, a fire was burning. "Who is hurt?"

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 09:19 PM

Shaka wearily put a hand on Thom's shoulder. "It's okay, Thom. Isidor, Falco, Anya and I got banged around a little, but Loranna helped us, as usual. There were several vampires again. I think I got their leader, and Dram finished the last of them, those that didn't recall away."

"If you'll excuse me, I need to meditate for a while." Shaka walked off to the guards' training dojo.

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A healing Shaka sat cross-legged in meditation on the polished wooden floor. He had borrowed a training room at the castle for the morning. Sunlight slanted in through the mica windows.

He thought back to the words of one of his unarmed combat instructors. "Sand is soft, yet wears away all things. Be like the Rain of Sand that yields and yet buries your opponent. When Khajiit finished with you, you will be able even to kill without anger, if need be."

Shaka's mind drifted for a moment. For some reason, he thought back to his Black Marsh birthplace; he hadn't thought of it in a long time. He had been raised by a village, not by a couple. He smiled for a moment in fond memory of the many aunts and uncles.

Focus, he told himself. He found himself thinking of Anya's losses, though he couldn't really put himself in her shoes. It must have happened less than a year ago, the death of her family at Azurite hands.

Shaka was now levitating a few inches off the hardwood. It means nothing, he told himself. A parlor trick. Focus.

Ashes everywhere. He had returned to Vvardenfell only weeks after Red Mountain had gone up. Instead of a cheerful, thriving Imperial town of half-timbered homes, Caldera was a wasteland, a grey plain of ash.

The orc knight Ghorak had survived, he found, though dispirited and penniless now. Shaka had rented the top floor from him for several years previously, getting a discount rate for having run off Ghorak's sponging relatives. Shaka smiled briefly when he remembered the barbarians who had built their cooking fires on the mansion floor.

Shaka and Ghorak had finally located the mansion and dug a tunnel to the top floor; much of the building had pancaked under the weight of the ash. Though fighting claustrophobia, Shaka had crawled through the remains of the home to try to find his collections, but it was little use. Almost all of the ceramics and dwemer artifacts were smashed, except for the dwemer goblet now in his guestroom. The Glass armor, the Ebony weapons, and the books .... lost.

The oddest discovery had been that the few legendary artifacts he had won over the years had vanished without a trace, all save the ones he was already wearing. Shaka had eventually realized that the gods must have taken them back for future generations.

Ghorak decided to move on, to look for an orc community away from the devastation. Shaka had shaken his hand and helped a few in Caldera to dig out. The morning came when he was free to leave, but uncertain where.

I've heard of a woman to the south, across the sea, he had decided. She's trying to build a freehold, in the lands of the Dres, of all houses. A lady who had taken over a small kingdom upon her husband's death. Might as well see this prodigy.

After weeks of walking and helping the survivors along the way, those who didn't loathe him on sight for being beast race, Shaka had found himself in an Ald Raathim alleyway. The castle before him held the remarkable woman whom, it had turned out, had been pivotal in the Blue Dawn and the later events at Red Mountain. Shaka had to think of her as "pivotal" rather than "to blame". He knew how complex the world was, and how millenia of events had converged to determine the fate of Vvardenfell.

Shaka floated, the dust motes also floating in the morning sun around him, remembering.

Posted by: Aki Yesterday, 09:33 PM

Reichi yawned, sitting up in his room in the castle. He ran a ashen hand through his hair, before slidding out of bed and dressing in his armor, and sheathing Bloodfang and The Dagger Of Senses at his sides. He picked up the helmet he had acquired in the Daedric shrine on Vvardenfell. He had dubbed it the Shapeshifter's helmet, because last night, while everyone was having a scuffle with Vampires he had tested his theory about the helmet. It had changed with him. He could only hope there was more to the set than a helmet. If there was, however, he bet it was in the hands of a Werewolf, or another Werebeast. Or with some hairbrained adventurer who knew not of its power, which was useless to the adventurer anyways.

Placing the helmet under his arm, Reichi walked out into the hallway, towards the dining room, or whatever the place meals were served was called. Reichi wasn't one to remeber the room as anything beyound that. Little point in assigning some grand title to such a room.

Several minutes later found Reichi munching on breakfast. The Dunmer was too lazy to go all the way to the tavern for a tasier breakfast, and as it was morning and not night, he couldn't go out and get some fresh meat off a kagouti or something. Reichi smirked at that thought, glancing at the helmet, which sat in front of him behind his plate, as he munched on scuttle. Definately gotta find the rest of that....

Posted by: One87xe Yesterday, 09:46 PM

*...somewhere in western Morrowind...Trefist had trudged throughout the day...tired, hungry and hunted he presses onward in search of the legendary wolf Reichi...*

"Must...make it...must go on...must kill Elf...Ansei..."

*...with this thought Trefist slips out of consciousness...it isn't too much later when the Elf Uniqua finds him...*

"...Hmm...I told you I'd catch you...I always do" Uniqua states

*...she removes the Bow from around her back and strings an arrow...but as she looks upon the helpless Trefist, she comes to a moral dilemna...*

"Oh, I cant kill you while you lay there helpless...I want too, badly, but I just cant do it" she says to herself "Ok then, since I cant kill you maybe I can use you...only time will tell I guess"

*...with that Uniqua uses her Recall spell on herself and Trefist...their destination is unknown...*

*...throughout the night One had tortured the chamber Vampire for information...sadly, the Vampire only mostly screamed out in pain...*

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................enough....please show mercy" the Vampire says

"Then tell me what thats for"

"It's...it's nothing...a wedding present from my sister" the Vampire says tearily

*...running low on patience One stabs his Shehai deep into the Vampires leg...it screams in pain and makes a desperate bid to strike at One...the Vampire lands a strike on One's Shehai hand...the Shehai fluxes, and fizzles as One yells out in pain...*

"Shape 33..."

*...the Shifting Staff jumps too life and assumes the form as commanded: a tall, Golden Rod, with the image of a Sun upon its crown...the Sun glows bright white, as One shields his eyes the Vampire is turned to ash, suddenly the light ceases and One checks his wounds...the scratches on his hand are deep, but their of no concern to him...the faint glow of his once mighty Shehai is enough to tell the story...upon the Vampire's destruction the Portal regains life...it appears as though water is upon its surface as it shifts between destinations...One can make out the Mages Guild's of Vivec, Senchal, Daggerfall, and various other Guilds...he see's a small rod with several symbols upon it...he concludes that the various Glyphs must be destinations as he now recognizes that they're Daedric symbols...he touches the two Glyphs of "Sadrith" and "Mora"...he clutches his hand as the light encircles him...his Shehai now burns under the horrible scratches...*

*...Ami and Sona are still making their way towards Fort Frostmouth...the snow is almost blinding now...

...edit: *...as One is transported through the portal he can make out what appear to be ruins of a Mages Eye circle...panicing he takes the rod and activates the Symbols of "Ald" and a word he's not sure about, although it starts with "R"...he feels his body being torn across Nirn then back to where he began a hundred times...he can make out Ami as his essence passes by...he also wanders past a cave with a very strange fellow from his past: the Clan leader Rurio...as he reenters reality he finds himself somewhere he's never been...the Glyphs spell out "Ald Raathim"...*

...<OOC> ok...I must depart for now...however feel free to just leave One standing in the corner or something...yes he needs medical attention...but if you heal him and I'm not here, who's going to thank you...er, yeah...<OOC>...

Posted by: Xyber02 Yesterday, 10:07 PM

Waking up to the ground bumping under her, the bosmer girl looked around and realized she was travelling. She was in the back of a wooden cart, caged so that she couldn't leave. She was in there along with several other children, noticing that one was her older sister and another her younger brother. She saw her mother in the cart as well.

Looking at herelf, she noticed that she had three rakes along her shoulder. Her clothes were torn up so much, it barely consisted of covering her modesty. None of her family where in any better posistion.

"You'll make good slaves. Last a long time, kids do." Sneered a dirty Dunmer at the six children, his rotting teath showing through.

Her sister had gathered her up the siblings, while the mother pleaded for them to be let free. Anya closed her eyes, tears running through. Opening her eyes and seeing what had joined them in the cart, she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The winged twilight screached and ran towards them.

A yell nearly tore through her throat, but it was stifled to a small gurgle from the tears.. Anya woke up kicking, but then relaxed. But... but that's not what happened. Confusion etched her face. This wasn't what happened when the mountian erupted. That was much farther back...

Scared to fall asleep again and to face those horrors, she put on some clothes and went into the library hoping to clear her mind. Noticing a book called "The Dragon and The Racer." She picked it up to read and stayed there till morning.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 10:38 PM

Finished with his exercises and meditation, Shaka walked through the guest wing of the castle. He decided to see how Isidor was faring.

Shaka knocked on the door.

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 10:52 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 28 2005, 04:38 PM)

Finished with his exercises and meditation, Shaka walked through the guest wing of the castle. He decided to see how Isidor was faring.

Shaka knocked on the door.

Isidor managed to say a feeble "Eh?", and motioned at the door.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 10:58 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Jul 28 2005, 04:52 PM)

Isidor managed to say a feeble "Eh?", and motioned at the door.

"Morning, Isidor. I won't keep you too long," said Shaka as he entered the room. "I guess we both learned to wear our armor the next time we go traipsing through the woods, huh."

Shaka sat in a chair for a moment. "Listen, Iz . . . I get the feeling you were tempted to leave Ald Raathim yesterday. We've all been there. Nalion recommended to me the other day that I be patient and do the best I can, so I'm trying."

He stood up again. "Look, I just wanted to say that it's good serving with you. Don't go running off from the Lady without saying goodbye, all right? And by the way, it was Falco who found you; I was just tagging along."

Shaka left, saying "Get some rest."

Posted by: Argonians rule Yesterday, 11:01 PM

Falco however was quite enjoying his "war wound" as he referred to it. He practically had a parade of healers and servants tending to his every wim. "There tthere, bring me a large steak, a fellow has to keep his strength up! Oh yes fluff these pillows they're getting quite flat. Oh bring me a large jug of wine." He thought to himself I should get wounded more often.

Posted by: Loranna Yesterday, 11:03 PM

QUOTE(One87xe @ Jul 28 2005, 03:46 PM)

...edit: *...as One is transported through the portal he can make out what appear to be ruins of a Mages Eye circle...panicing he takes the rod and activates the Symbols of "Ald" and a word he's not sure about, although it starts with "R"...he feels his body being torn across Nirn then back to where he began a hundred times...he can make out Ami as his essence passes by...he also wanders past a cave with a very strange fellow from his past: the Clan leader Rurio...as he reenters reality he finds himself somewhere he's never been...the Glyphs spell out "Ald Raathim"...*

The Altmer woman who served as a Guild Guide for Ald Raathim's Mage Guild blinks as a sudden and unscheduled teleportation drops the wounded One in her circle. "I say, this is most peculiar," she says, frowning at One. "Shouldn't you be seeking healing?"

"Did someone say healing? I resemble that remark," asks a jaunty Imperial voice, causing the Altmer woman to sigh and mutter "This is what passes for humor anong the shorter-lived races ..."

"Ah, don't complain; at least you have a farmhouse instead of a shack to work in," retorts the Imperial, coming into view; twinkling eyes and a profile that hints at Breton blood in his ancestry greet One as the robed man looks him over. "Haven't seen someone as messed up as you since the Dawn," he says, casting a light healing spell to stop One's bleeding. "Come on; I'll take you to the glorious Healer's Hut, where the other people skilled in Restoration in this town ply their trade. You'll love it; hard cots, low ceilings, but lots of heart ..."

"Don't overwhelm him with such glowing praise," the Altmer woman says with a curl of her lip. "Really; jealousy doesn't become you ..."

"Me jealous? Nah ..." the Imperial says, grinning. "Just because one of our number ends up living in the Castle and the rest of us had to wait for a shack intsead of a tent? Nothing to be jealous about ... now if they'd just get off their rear ends and stop breaking the farmhouse they're building for us we'd be as cozy as you in here."

"Humans ..." The Altmer frowns at the specks of blood One dripped on her circle, muttering "Oh, bother ... are you just going to let this poor soul stand here and bleed while you prattle on about nothing, or are you actually going to heal him sometime this week? And what are you doing in here anyway; don't you have things to do in your shack?"

"You guys still have the better alchemy lab and you know it," the Imperial retorts. "And now that that mouldy old Orc isn't around to yell at us for daring to ask nicely to use his castoffs ..."

"That's no way to talk of the dead," the Altmer sniffs. "Even if it was an Orc. Now go; do your job."

"Glad to meet you; I'm Egalius Soccitus," the Imperial says to One, helping the warrior to the healer's shack. "Let's take a proper look at you under good lighting, shall we? Where'd you come from anyway; not many people wait till the end of a guild hop to get themselves patched up ..."

Posted by: Stargazey Yesterday, 11:04 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Jul 28 2005, 04:58 PM)

"Morning, Isidor. I won't keep you too long," said Shaka as he entered the room. "I guess we both learned to wear our armor the next time we go traipsing through the woods, huh."

Shaka sat in a chair for a moment. "Listen, Iz . . . I get the feeling you were tempted to leave Ald Raathim yesterday. We've all been there. Nalion recommended to me the other day that I be patient and do the best I can, so I'm trying."

He stood up again. "Look, I just wanted to say ying goodbye, all right? And by the way, it was Falco who found you; I was just tagging along."

Shaka left, saying "Get some rest."

Isidor didn't say anything, but nodded his head and looked at Shaka, as he walked out.

Posted by: syronj Yesterday, 11:12 PM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 28 2005, 05:01 PM)

Shaka walked past Falco's door and stopped when he saw the scarlet-clad rogue kicked back and enjoying his recuperation. Shaka had to smile at the sight and give him a thumbs up, despite the unfortunate servants who were being regaled with Falco's heroic exploits.

Shaka continued on to the baths.

Posted by: f15tray22 Today, 02:03 AM

Thom walked down the hallway slowly. He stopped at Isidor's door and saw the Nord, laying in his bed. THom frowned and continued down the hallway. He then stopped at Falco's door, and saw him demanding this and that. Thom's frown faded and a smile came to his face. "Now, now. Enjoying yourself?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Today, 02:22 AM

QUOTE(f15tray22 @ Jul 28 2005, 04:03 PM)

Falco responded, "Why yes I am! Now would you be so kind as to close this window? I think I feel a draft."

Posted by: f15tray22 Today, 02:24 AM

Thom laughed. He walked up to the window and opened it fully, then picked up broom and handed it to Falco. "Have fun. I think the servants will laugh." Thom smiled and continued down the hallway.

Posted by: Argonians rule Today, 02:30 AM

Falco stood up, closed the window and tossed the broom to a passing servant. "Here you go. This place is mighty dusty, mind sweeping?"

Posted by: Loranna Today, 02:31 AM

Loranna makes the rounds to see how the resting wounded from last night are faring. Hearing the servants talking among themselves about 'that Argonian', she starts looking for Falco and Shaka - but mostly Falco.

Posted by: syronj Today, 02:36 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 28 2005, 08:31 PM)

In the baths, Shaka was sitting in an oak tub, scrubbing with a brush. The water had been heated well by a wood fire. A tub of cold water stood waiting nearby. Shaka could hear the laughter of women and men from other tubs in the stone-floored room, and smiled. Not exactly the Imperial public baths, but Shaka didn't mind.

Posted by: f15tray22 Today, 02:42 AM

Thom quickly made his way to Dram's office. Knocking, Thom entered and bowed to the guard. "I know that there have been increased attacks in and around the city, and I was wondering if you had any work that needed to be done."

Posted by: Loranna Today, 02:50 AM

Having heard Shaka was bathing, Loranna grants the Argonian at least a modicum of privacy; he was evidentally well enough to be up and about if he was washing up.

That left Falco; Loranna heads to Falco's room, hearing voices from the corridor as she gets close. " ... Awful lot of noise ..." she mutters.

Dram looks at Thom appraisingly. "You're looking for work?" he asks, stroking his chin. "You'll have to speak with the Lady for final approval, but I believe we could use someone with wilderness skills. My guards are not really trained for patrolling the wilderness as effectively as they do the settled areas; we could use someone with expertese in that area."

Posted by: f15tray22 Today, 02:52 AM

"Yes, I know any forest as home, but I have been in this particular forest for three weeks. What should I do?" said Thom.

Posted by: Argonians rule Today, 02:57 AM

Falco was digging visciously into a guar steak. He was far too preoccupied with his meal to even notice Loranna enter the room with a disaproving look on her face.

Posted by: Loranna Today, 03:06 AM

QUOTE(f15tray22 @ Jul 28 2005, 08:52 PM)

"Yes, I know any forest as home, but I have been in this particular forest for three weeks. What should I do?" said Thom.

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Jul 28 2005, 08:57 PM)

Falco was digging visciously into a guar steak. He was far too preoccupied with his meal to even notice Loranna enter the room with a disaproving look on her face.

"You know, that's not exactly what I'd call a bed-friendly meal," Loranna comments dryly. "What's this I hear about half the household being told to wait on you hand and foot, Falco dear? Especially since you ought to be fit enough for regular activity?"

Posted by: Argonians rule Today, 03:10 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Jul 28 2005, 05:06 PM)

"For the moment, my men - and I myself to be honest - could use some basic familiarization with the wilderness," Dram says. "As I mentioned before, we're more used to guarding the castle or flying overhead on the parraptons; actual forest craft is beyond our experience. Beyond that, I could see talking to the Lady about having you work as groundskeeper for the forrested areas in our domain; we've seen that monsters can get close to us through that area."
"You know, that's not exactly what I'd call a bed-friendly meal," Loranna comments dryly. "What's this I hear about half the household being told to wait on you hand and foot, Falco dear? Especially since you ought to be fit enough for regular activity?"

"Errr well..." Falco hadn't counted on her finding out about this. "Just one of us wounded heroes recovering from an unfortunate battle injury. Err... servants thats enough you can leave now."

Posted by: f15tray22 Today, 03:11 AM

"Well, first off, I could give a brief lecture to some of your off-duty guards. Just a few facts can help immensely. Tell them to seek me out, if avalible. Thank you, serjo." THom bowed again and exited the office and quickly made his way back to the castle.

Posted by: Archeopterix Today, 03:14 AM

*a tiny feathered green argonian appears in a puff of smoke and darts across the room and clumsily knocks over a potion bottle labeled "Time for Part 11".....