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Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 03:12 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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Summary:

Loranna, and her companions, have recently experienced a shift in reality, finding themselves in a world where Azura emerged victorious in the Blue Dawn. The heroes who used the Eiodolon to defeat her never made it, and now Azurites were fighting against Captain Cyndarius's men for Ald Raathim. Dres Jazbet, with his Lady Kethiah, control the castle, Jazbet's precognition making him a deadly foe, and the heroes were forced to flee to town, which Cyndarius's men controlled.

The Eight - Loranna, Herwyn Brand, Shaka, Anya, Isidor, Reichi, Goranthir, and Slyvos - have succesfully crossed the spheres and now prepare to leave the Antechamber of Souls, for thier final battle before finally reuniting with Allie and the others.

Meanwhile, Cyndarius, the 103rd Legion, and those who did not go with the Eight make their way through Skyrim to the fallen Imperial City, hoping to rescue the Emperor from the Azurites. His men have recently joined up with the 95th Legion, and have encountered some more heroes and refugees, including Gram Pyrel, last seen heading out to Skyrim. The legions and the heroes, flush with a recent victory over the Azurites in Pale Pass, conintue their march, praying for the success of the Eight as they pass through Cyrodiil, growing ever closer to their goal.

Oh ... it's also snowing out. Cats and dogs.

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

SummarY: Falco Redflash, male argonian rogue is currently being the uber romantic with Tsei.

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 03:17 AM

Summary: Plaas Ne is an imperial with Cyrandarius' group and is heading on to Cyrodiil.

IC: Plaas smiled back to the Orc. "My name is Plaas, I was with Loranna, but I was in the legion before that. I was kicked out because a higher ranking officer tricked me into a fight." Plaas made a fist. "Maybe after this is all over I'll get revenge on him. I will always remember his name-Dantooi Wiue. But that will be later. How did you end up in thsi mess?"

Posted by: serakit Aug 27 2005, 03:22 AM

Summary: Kokotr is an Orc smith traveling with the legions on their way to the capitol.

"Well," he laughed, "long story but short version, i feel asleep in the rain, someone tripped over me, then all of the sudden i'm working for the legion as a smith, cause i have nothing better to do." He gave a a grin then offered Plaas some scrib jerky,

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 03:24 AM

Plaas accepted the jerky and started to bite at it. "I suspect that we'll be there in a matter of hours. IT was nice meeting you, Kokotr, I hope we'll both survive the upcoming onslaught." Plaas offered him his hand.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 03:28 AM

Tamriel:

Cyndarius rode to the top of the little hill and looked south. He, the Legion's scouts, and a number of officers and heroes had ridden ahead to see what lie before them. It was doubtful any of them were prepared for what they saw.

Below them stretched the northmost reaches of the jungle that was Cyrodiil, but the trees were white with unnatural snow, thier leaves withered and dead. Beyond that was the great lake which surrounded the capitol. Impossibly, it was frozen solid, it's surface like a rippled mirror, reflecting the orange flames of the burning capitol that lie on the far shore.

Above, the sky was black with smoke and low clouds, and the swooping forms of winged Daedra could be seen, fire-lit from below, swooping in and out of the broken spires of the great city.

The city walls had been breeched many days ago, and for the most part the enemy army had moved into the city. However, lines of tents, broken and abandoned siege engines, and flaming hills of corpses still littered the icy plain before the walls.

Cyndarius wiped the tears from his eyes. "I would've liked to have never seen such a day as this.

"Set camp there," he said, pointing to a wide strip of once-cultivated land just south of them. "And have the 103rd and the 95th form for battle. The 18th will hold as reserve until the camp is secure."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 03:30 AM

Nine: The Plains of Conflict

There was no gate; there were no blades. Deothur said a single word:

"Now."

And the Eight were in a new place, in new flesh.

It didn't hurt, exactly, becoming flesh again, but there was a sensation like pain; a feeling of terrible loss, the loss of the infinite, the loss of the true. They were less real than they had been a moment before. It was a shock to take the breath away, like being dropped into cold water.

The plains of conflict were different every time the conflict began; but this conflict had been going on for ages now, since the Source of All Suffering had refused to leave. The place they had chosen to build their new world had a sort of blasted beauty. The sky was orange shading to green, with massed purple clouds like a darkening bruise. The land was barren orange stone with clouds of orange dust whistling over it; here were plateaus, there were crevices. Spikes of a different stone, faintly shimmering, rose from the ground. It was soulstone, rare on Mundus; here more common than quartz.

Over the eight arched the branches of an ebony tree; its leaves rattled like daggers.

Far below them, in the bottom of the hollow, a limpid pool shone like starlight. Perhaps it was starlight; it had its own radiance. Perhaps it was simply magicka welling up from the sodden ground. Beside the pool lay an enormous dark beast.

All along the crest of the hill stood a dark, gleaming wall, a little lower than a man's height. Behind the wall the sky was lit as if by some great city, seen from a distance at dusk. That sky was filled with winged things that wheeled and dove.

They could barely see the castle of the Source, behind the wall. But they could hear it. It screamed and moaned, and the voices came to them on the wind.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 03:37 AM

Summary

Goranthir is one of the eight, once again a 16-year-old boy in enchanted ranger's clothing, holding his ebony daikatana.

He made a call of greeting to the beast.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 03:42 AM

Herwyn Brand, again his dark-haired, non-silvery self, reached up and slowly lowered the visor of his helm. He hefted his new long, sharp-edged mace and looked up at the rattling metal tree above his head. Taking one long step sideways, he stood clear of it's dangerous foliage.

"Charming," he said.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 03:42 AM

Tamriel

Gram had been among the number who rode ahead with Cyndarius, and as he looks upon frozen lake, the snow-covered jungle, and the burning city, he is stunned into silence.

During the actual Dawn, he had seen action south of here; he had seen cities burning, Twilights swooping through the air and mighty battlecats ravaging anything that moved on the ground. He had been brought close to tears once, seeing a hamlet torn apart as through from a child's senseless tantrum, and this was in the days before he was reunited with his daughter and having met her companions, in the days when he still measured his worth by the strength of his arm and the courage in his heart, and thought tears something that a man of his age should have left behind long ago.

Today, with his daughter off in the heavens, probably facing something ten times worse than this, Gram feels two tears freezing their way down his cheeks. By Kyne ...

Wiping his face roughly, he looks to Cyndarius, his expression saying it all. Today, dream world or no dream world, they put right a monstrous wrong.

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 03:43 AM

Plaas was traveling with the 103th. His heart seemed to die as the sight of Cyrodiil, a place where he often visited, ran through his mind. My family, my friends. At least when I was marching, I had hopees that they had somehow escaped into an untouched building. He stared hopelessy for a chance to find life amoung the ruins. He could find nothing. Nothing but rumble. His eyes began to water, and soon it turned to tears. He wept for his family, he wept for himself, he wept for the future of the world.

Posted by: Nalion Aug 27 2005, 03:45 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 27 2005, 03:28 AM)

Nalion rode up to Cyndarius and gazed down at the desolate city. It pained him to see it like this. The mage had spent some time here during his wanderings, a time of study and long night sitting in front of parchments and a single candle.
Now, this was gone, and while Nalion was aware that this was not his reality, it still hurt.
"And so it begins.", he said to Cyndarius and Gram. "I hope we are not too late. Anything I can help you with? I fear my actual battlefield experience is not worth mentioning. Or better, non-existant."
Nalion smiled weakly, then braced himself for the events to come. He took a moment to close his eyes, then breathed deeply.

Posted by: Aki Aug 27 2005, 03:46 AM

OOC Summary

Reichi is with the other Seven (of Eight...) beyound the Spheres of the Eight Aedra. And now, they've entered the plains of eternal conflict...
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Reichi was back to his old Dunmer self once again. He held the Dagger Of Senses in his left hand and his newly acquired Daedric Wakizashi in his right, which was enchanted with Silence and dispell. He still wore the shining Golden armor gifted to him by Akatosh's dragons. He drew the Wakizashi and Dagger, studying the plains. He stepped away from the Ebony tree.

"They weren't lying about that sword falls and grows into a tree stuff I guess," he said, regarding the black tree.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 03:46 AM

The Nine

"Not the word that came to my mind," Loranna says to Herwyn, her eyes still focused on the city and the flying things above. Her new, Breton eyes scan the horizon, her blond hair covered by her helm.

Taking on new flesh, she reflects, is not something one ought to do lightly. She wonders how the Source's fighters handle changing their bodies at the whim of their saint.

She looks over to Deothur, her hand lightly gripping the mace on her belt.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 27 2005, 03:49 AM

Slyvos looked around, his tall form, well, towering over everyone else really.

'I don't like this place... not one bit. Too bad we couldn't fight like we were back there...'

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

Isidor gazed across the plain. He swallowed hard, and unstrapped his axe. He held tightly in his hands. He was back to his original form. This is where everything would be decided.

"Looks fun."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 03:51 AM

"Let's set our initial Marks here," said Goranthir. "So we can Recall far away if we're overwhelmed ... We'll reset the Marks when we get closer."

He continued to call to the beast in friendly tones.

Posted by: syronj Aug 27 2005, 03:51 AM

Shaka was still in Redguard form, only his eyes visible in his ebony helm. He hadn't expected this surreal landscape somehow, only something like the Ashlands.

It would be new for him to have the Adrenalin Rush capability of this race. Michael Stands Dreaming had once told him that a wounded Redguard might not dare use it, as the heart could burst.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 27 2005, 03:51 AM

Summary: Anya, the Bosmer Rogue, is with the Eight. There's, uh, not much else to say.

IC: Anya was next to Shaka. Her old body returned. Lithe and toned, with a slight tan from years of traveling. Agile, quick, accurate, she trusted this body more than any other. Her jaw was set in steely determination, her emontions once again tempered by an experienced mind. She gripped her spear tightly.

Posted by: f15tray22 Aug 27 2005, 03:54 AM

Tamriel

Thom waited with the main bulk of the 103rd at the bottom of the hill. He could clearly see smoke, which did not bode well for anyone not an Azurite, until now. Thom prepared his equipment, and himself, for battle, checking his quiver for arrows and Orome, his Daedric Claymore. He was ready to fight for his friends, land, and reality.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 03:58 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 26 2005, 08:51 PM)

The great beast made a huffing sound, deep in its chest, which carried to them across the distance. It arched its maned neck, and raised its horned head.

Its face, which was something like the face of a bear and something like the face of a giant mastiff, had the saddest expression Goranthir had ever seen on the face of an animal.

Of the Eight, Reichi, Loranna, and Slyvos had seen such a beast before.

Something scratched Herwyn Brand's chest. There was something unexpected nestled inside his breastplate. It was a rose, the most bedraggled, sorrowful excuse for a rose possible.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 04:03 AM

QUOTE(Nalion @ Aug 26 2005, 07:45 PM)

Cyndarius put his broad hand on the mage's shoulder. "I find that when the time comes, everyone knows how to fight for their own lives, and for the lives of those they care about. That's all the experience you really need, in truth. You ride with me, Nalion.

"Gram, if you would be so kind as to join Sergeant Gruznob and his men. You'll be the first through the wall."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 04:06 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 10:03 PM)

Gram smiles grimly. "Aye; let's remind these blue-eyed bastards how this fight went the first time," he says, hefting Trueturner to a ready position.

"Nalion, watch this lad for us; my daughter will kill us both if we let anything happen to him. She's funny about blond lads like that," he says, winking to the Breton mage before saluting Cyndarius. "May the wind be at our backs, General."

He moves with an easy lope despite his slight lameness to join Gruznob's men.

Posted by: Aki Aug 27 2005, 04:06 AM

"Holy..." Reichi muttered in awe. "A Welwa," he added as he stared at the beast. "Whats it doing all the way out here?"

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 04:07 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 09:58 PM)

"No, no, friend, back to your meal, don't draw attention to us," Goranthir huffed back. "Please, or we'll be in danger."

His heart ached at the beast's expression. Some animals naturally looked mean, or scary, or sad, or funny, without being any of those things. This animal was what it looked like, that he knew.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 04:10 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 26 2005, 10:06 PM)

"Holy..." Reichi muttered in awe. "A Welwa," he added as he stared at the beast. "Whats it doing all the way out here?"

"Suffering, it looks like," Loranna says, her heart aching.

Seeing the Welwa made Loranna think of Allie; the thought of Allie wearing that forlorn expression made Loranna want to weep.

Following Goranthir's instructions, she says "Who knows what else might be out here ... suffering, like it does."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 04:11 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 26 2005, 09:07 PM)

"No, no, friend, back to your meal, don't draw attention to us," Goranthir huffed back.

His heart ached at the beast's expression. Some animals naturally looked mean, or scary, or sad, or funny, without being any of those things. This animal was what it looked like, that he knew.

There is nothing in such a place for me to eat, the creature replied, in a language of low huffs and whines. It was being as quiet as it could; it was part of the nature of the massive creature that its voice carried a long way.

My warband is trapped here; I can't abandon them.

Posted by: Shardie Aug 27 2005, 04:12 AM

Landon looked over the desolate city. It was a shame, he thought, once a glorious city, now in ruins. His party, was charged with staying back at the camp and protecting the provisions. But this was fine with Landon, despite how terrible it was for his fellow paladins, for he could be with Lyssia, who, having seen the damage of the Imperial City, had gone into shock, and had fainted on the chair.

He faced his Paladins, and the remaints of the 18th, for which he assumed command due to the captain overdosing on weak tea, "Today, we are charged with the most important task in all of Tarmiel. Whilst the main army bloodies itself against the Azurite Spear, we must protect the rear, ensure provisions make it to our allies, and defend these provisions with our lives. For a famous general, Napoleon, I believe his name was, said An Army Fights on its stomach! TO defend the food is the greatest honour a Paladin can have, as it is the most essential part of any force!" the Paladins and the legioneers gave a weak cheer. They would prefer to be blooding themselves on the Azurite Spear, not back here

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 04:13 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 10:11 PM)

We are here to free them and all others who are trapped by the Necromancer in the castle Goranthir huffed back, translating for the others.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 27 2005, 04:14 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 08:11 PM)

Anya grimaced. She didn't know what it said, but she knew it stayed her, not of it's choice. She glanced to Goranthir.

Posted by: Teleran Aug 27 2005, 04:16 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 07:03 PM)

Teleran sprinted up to Nalion and Cyndarius, and watched Gram go to join Gruznob’s men, he said, “They're first in, right? I’d like to go with that unit if I can. I won’t be much use in formation fighting, but once we’re into the city, well I’m more than able to provide distractions for the Azurites to chase if we’re stuck in building to building fighting and I’m a fair hand at making new doors, or breaking down old ones, if needed.” He grinned, tossing a dagger into the air which started to orbit him, “I’m pretty good at providing support against airborne enemies, too.”

Posted by: Nalion Aug 27 2005, 04:18 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 27 2005, 04:03 AM)

"I know how to fight. And I know for whom I fight.", Nalion answered with a nod. "I am ready."
He patted Forsa's neck, then grabbed the reigns with a firm hand. His staff was slung across his back, it was not needed right now.

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 27 2005, 04:06 AM)

"Good luck, Gram. I'll try to take care of him and keep Winged Twilight admirers off his back. Take care!", Nalion answered, returning the wink.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 04:18 AM

Herwyn pulled the sharp-thorned rose from his breastplate and held it to to the slits in his helm.

Its smell was as wilted as its petals.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 04:20 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 10:18 PM)

Herwyn pulled the sharp-thorned rose from his breastplate and held it to to the slits in his helm.

Its smell was as wilted as its petals.

Goranthir looks over briefly and rolls his eyes. "Sorry about that. I was obnoxious" before returning to talking to the Welwa, and translating its words to the others.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 04:20 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Aug 26 2005, 08:16 PM)

Cyndarius smiled at Teleran's enthusiasm. "You go with Spooky. You'll be first in as well, but where Gruznob takes the front door, Spooky takes the side."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 04:22 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 10:18 PM)

Herwyn pulled the sharp-thorned rose from his breastplate and held it to to the slits in his helm.

Its smell was as wilted as its petals.

Loranna glances at Herwyn. " ... A good luck token?" she asks, her tone dry.

"Goranthir, we might be able to alleviate its immediate suffering - and I know from personal experience how fearsome a Welwa can be in battle," she says.

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 04:23 AM

pie!

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 04:25 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 26 2005, 09:20 PM)

Goranthir looks over briefly and rolls his eyes. "Sorry about that. I was obnoxious" before returning to talking to the Welwa, and translating its words to the others.

She was a beast, but a little more than that; she was another saint. Her warband of Bosmers were trapped in the castle of Sorrow. With her warband dead, she had no reason to linger, and no allegiance to anything.

The Welwa galloped up to the party, a sight that could make lesser men faint. She had tusks and horns, clawed paws and hooves; in all the parts of her body she was like a different beast. She was one of the last remnants of the Dawn Era, and a champion of Nirn.

"We should go and see," Deothur said, gesturing towards the wall.

Posted by: Teleran Aug 27 2005, 04:25 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 07:20 PM)

Cyndarius smiled at Teleran's enthusiasm. "You go with Spooky. You'll be first in as well, but where Gruznob takes the front door, Spooky takes the side."

“Yes sir,” Teleran said, without a trace of the mockery that would have tinged such a comment had he been talking to anyone other than Cyndarius. He moved off to join up with Spooky.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 04:34 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 26 2005, 08:20 PM)

Goranthir looks over briefly and rolls his eyes. "Sorry about that. I was obnoxious" before returning to talking to the Welwa, and translating its words to the others.

Hidden behind shining steel, Herwyn's face was unreadable, but his voice sounded cheerful enough, despite circumstances.

"No harm done," he said, "I do wonder how it got in there, though."

Idly, he tossed the useless dead stem to the ground.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 04:36 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 10:25 PM)

"We should," Loranna agrees, turning to look to the Welwa. Though the Dawn beast was fearsome to behold, Loranna had at least the small advantage of having seen Allie in this form.

It was rather like growing accustomed to the ebony-clad Leseth, in that one didn't truly get used to the sight, but were able to avoid losing all coherence despite the sheer imposingness of the creature before you.

"Are you in need of healing?" Loranna asks the Welwa, raising her hands, still having trouble not thinking of this saint as Allie.

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 04:36 AM

Plaas looked upon his men. HE had jsut seen the leader of the Paladins make a speech. He thought that he would do so too. "Men of the 103!" Plaas howled. "Today we will fight with all the odds against us. I will not lie. The azurites have defeated teh men in Cyrodiil, and their numbers are evergrowing! But all of that is of the past! WE have suceeded in showing that we can defeat them, and today we will. Though some will leave, and if you will, I implore you to do so now, after this battle will be done, you will wish that you had not. For in this battle come honor, courage, and the chance to be remembered forever throughout the long years of history! IF we win this battle, we will all be remembered as the brave men and women who fought agianst all odds and defeated an incredible enemy! Though I have not known you long, I dare to call all of you family. Beacuse in this, battle, we will die for each other, kill for eachother, and do what no one else but family would. So let us fight with all our might, to destroy the Azurite reign. Many of you will fall, but many others will live and tell the incredible tale of how they defeated the Azurite Empire!" Cheers erupted throughout the 103th. Plaas was pleased that they approved of his speech, but what he liked mroe was that they had believed teh preposturous things his had said.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 04:38 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 26 2005, 09:36 PM)

"All saints can heal, Loranna," Deothur said, resting his hand for a moment on the black creature's shoulder, as high as his head.

The rose Herwyn had dropped began to send out tendrils; they took root.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 04:40 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 08:38 PM)

The rose Herwyn had dropped began to send out tendrils; they took root.

Herwyn stepped back from the snaking vine, and watched with interest.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 27 2005, 04:41 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 10:40 PM)

Herwyn stepped back from the snaking vine, and watched with interest.

Isidor did the same and said "That doesn't look good..."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 04:43 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 10:38 PM)

" ... Right; I knew that," Loranna says, realizing she just acted somewhat foolishly. She looks down to the tendrils and raises her eyebrows.

"As we were told," she says, watching the rose take root. "A rosebush here in the Plains of Conflict; interesting ..."

She pauses, and looks over at Isidor. "Hmm ..."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 04:47 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 26 2005, 09:43 PM)

"That's how the ebony tree grew," Deothur said. He pointed up the hill, to a place where several small trees grew in a stand. "A whole warband must have fallen there. Can you see from here? I think that tree is glass."

The substance of the blighted rose was consumed, as the tendrils grew. Presently green foliage emerged, then flowers - blighted and bedraggled as the original.

The Welwa made a low noise of complaint.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 04:49 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 08:47 PM)

Herwyn leaned over and sniffed a bloom on the still-growing bush, then jerked his head back.

"Well, it still smells the same," he said.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 27 2005, 04:50 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 26 2005, 10:43 PM)

Isidor took the flower out from behind his ear, where had put it. "Perhaps you should take this, Loranna. I'll probably lose it."

Posted by: syronj Aug 27 2005, 04:52 AM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 26 2005, 10:50 PM)

Isidor took the flower out from behind his ear, where had put it. "Perhaps you should take this, Loranna. I'll probably lose it."

Shaka said, "I don't understand. How can something grow in this wasteland?"

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

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 26 2005, 10:50 PM)

Isidor took the flower out from behind his ear, where had put it. "Perhaps you should take this, Loranna. I'll probably lose it."

Loranna takes the flower, and looks to Deothur.

"Deothur, if gifts from the spheres are planted here - would they, too, grow?" she asks. "Could we all have Trueflowers now, or fishscales, or snakestone, or even ..."

Her eyes drift to the Arrow of Insight.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 04:56 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 26 2005, 09:52 PM)

Shaka said, "I don't understand. How can something grow in this wasteland?"

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 26 2005, 09:52 PM)

"I know the flower will grow here," Deothur said. "The arrow... well, something will grow from it, but it might be a wooden tree with feather leaves and steel fruit. Reichi's armor, if you planted it, would make a tree of gold. That fish scale, however... "

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 04:57 AM

Tamriel:

A score of trumpets broke the constant howling of the wind, and with a cheer and a roar and the drum of two-thousand feet, the great red and silver wave of the Legions marched toward the capitol's broken walls.

A hundred yards of ground cleared, and they could see movement on the ice. Small black figures of Azurites were struggling to turn siege engines to face the approaching army. Like black hail, the 103rd's parraptons dropped from the sky, spears raised, brutally stopping the Azurite's plans.

From the windows of the great towers of the city, hundreds of black winged forms took flight. Screaming and flapping and clawing, the Twilights chased the parraptons back toward the advancing Legions.

With shouts from their commanders, great blocks of men stopped and planted their tall shields in the ground in front of them and braced heavy crossbows for firing. Another command, shouted above the screaming of the Daedra, and the screaming suddenly halved as the impaled bodies of Twilights rained down on the army as thick as the snow.

Far to the West, Spooky and Teleran were leading the Legion's most skilled scouts silently beneath the great causeway that led to the main gate of the city. The water beneath was frozen solid, and with the main gate completely destroyed in the first days of the siege, there was little moving here.

Meanwhile, Gruznob and his Cohort marched at the very front of the huge wave of Legionnaires. They were a formidable group of Redguards, Nords, and Orcs; All huge, all dressed in plate from head to toe, and all carrying great, spiked shields.

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?" shouted Gruznob in time to the thundering footsteps.

"FORWARD!" his men shouted back, their voices, echoing in their helms, almost as deep as their commanders.

The army passed the broken siege engines, and the walls of the city loomed ahead across the ice.

"WHAT WILL STOP US?" shouted Gruznob.

"NOTHING!" shouted his men.

"WHEN WILL WE STOP?"

Arrows rained down from the broken walls, scattering harmlessly off of heavy armor and upraised greatshields.

"NEVER!"

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?"

"FORWARD!"

"Right, then, boys," the ancient orc added, "nobody dies until I give you permission."

Posted by: syronj Aug 27 2005, 04:58 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 10:56 PM)

"This land is far from barren. The earth is saturated with magicka," Deothur said. "The ground you're standing on, a few inches beneath the dirt, is solid soulstone. If you use spells here, your magicka will regenerate slowly, over time. Many many spirits have fallen here, over the timeless time this place has existed."
"I know the flower will grow here," Deothur said. "The arrow... well, something will grow from it, but it might be a wooden tree with feather leaves and stone fruit. Reichi's armor, if you planted it, would make a tree of gold. That fish scale, however... "

"Let's find out, then," said Shaka, and drove the shield into the ground.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 05:01 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 10:56 PM)

"This land is far from barren. The earth is saturated with magicka," Deothur said. "The ground you're standing on, a few inches beneath the dirt, is solid soulstone. If you use spells here, your magicka will regenerate slowly, over time. Many many spirits have fallen here, over the timeless time this place has existed."

"I know the flower will grow here," Deothur said. "The arrow... well, something will grow from it, but it might be a wooden tree with feather leaves and stone fruit. Reichi's armor, if you planted it, would make a tree of gold. That fish scale, however... "

"Then, we plant the flower, and the fishscale, and all reap their benefits," Loranna says, handing Deothur the flower. "It is your flower; would you like the honors?"

She looks to Shaka, the bearer of the fishscale, and smiles.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 05:05 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 26 2005, 09:58 PM)

"Let's find out, then," said Shaka, and drove the shield into the ground.

The ground around the fishscale shield became shimmery at first; it was covered with tiny scales. Then the pattern expanded. Deothur hopped into the air as a fish scale shoved his foot aside. Soon the ground was covered with fishscales, like limpets or lichen clinging to a rock, in a colorful mosaic pattern. The farther it spread, the larger the scales grew, until at the edges, they were as big as Shaka's shield.

"I have all the honor I need," Deothur said, smiling. "I serve my lady."

He opened his hand, and the flower drifted to the ground. In a few minutes, there grew a patch of trueflowers, small flowers, like blue and white crocuses, but with 9 petals.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 05:07 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 10:57 PM)

Gram finds himself charging next to a heavily-armored Redguard woman, and takes a brief moment to glance appreciatively at her.

I should have joined the Legion, he thinks to himself, before adding Bah; I'm too much of a lone wolf.

"Whoever scores the most kills gets drinks from the loser," he says to the Redguard woman with a wink, before raising Frostkiss and preparing to smash into the enemy.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 05:11 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 26 2005, 09:07 PM)

"Don't fall too early, old man. You smell too foul for me to carry back," the woman said, drawing a wide-bladed sword and eyeing the Azurites across the breech."

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 05:15 AM

Plaas wasn't scared. The Orc however, was annoying. With every barkingcommand, he wanted to tie the Orc up and gag him with his own fist. But such was life in the legion. He pulled out his bow and took an arrow out of his quiver and aimed it at an oncoming twilight. As he realeased he could feel a rush of energy throughout his body. He knew the arrow was oging to hit and for the first him in years, he was about to kill. The arrow impaled the twilight's left breast, and with one last wail, it fell from the sky and landed directly in front of the 103th.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 05:15 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 11:05 PM)

Loranna reaches down to pick a flower, saying "Lovely."

She looks to the scales, then to Anya, and says "We can probably make some scale mail for you dear, with a little bit of ingenuity. A single thread here will provide us with all the thread we'd need, or maybe we can use magicka ... perhaps make us each a scale surcoat too, if we have time."

She looks to the castle, wondering how much time they have.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 27 2005, 05:16 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 11:05 PM)

Isidor bent down and picked up three of the flowers. He put one behind each of his ears, and one in his pocket.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 05:19 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 26 2005, 09:15 PM)

"I'd say we have all the time in the world," said Herwyn

"What's going to happen? They going to leave their cubbyhole and come out to us?

"No, for the moment I think their defensiveness is to our advantage."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 05:21 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 26 2005, 10:15 PM)

The Welwa, which had been snuffling in the patch of trueflowers with evident satisfaction, suddenly sat on its haunches, threw back its head, and howled.

The howl was terrifying, a primal, unearthly sound.

But they could barely hear it, over the world pulse.

The whole land vibrated. It wasn't sound, or trembling. It was something in the blood. The eight felt their faces flush, their hearts pump faster, their heads spin. It was like fainting in reverse.

"Slow," Deothur said. "It beats faster, the more people are out here. We must be nearly the only ones left alive - well, not counting the Source. I think we should go and look at the castle before we do anything else."

Posted by: Teleran Aug 27 2005, 05:23 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 07:57 PM)

Tamriel:
Far to the West, Spooky and Teleran were leading the Legion's most skilled scouts silently beneath the great causeway that led to the main gate of the city. The water beneath was frozen solid, and with the main gate completely destroyed in the first days of the siege, there was little moving here.

Teleran settled into the pace, matching Spooky’s speed as they went. The lack of movement from the destroyed gate was eerie, especially with sound of twilights screeching for a backdrop. His thoughts wandering, he slipped on the ice. He recovered before falling and regained his stride as they headed for the gate.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 05:27 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 26 2005, 11:11 PM)

"Don't fall too early, old man. You smell too foul for me to carry back," the woman said, drawing a wide-bladed sword and eyeing the Azurites across the breech."

"I smell too foul?" Gram yells, flush-faced. "Someone never met a raging battlecat if you think that! I'll show you what really smells around here!"

He raises his axe, and sinks it into the first Azurite to try breaking though his part of the line. Frostkiss draws a huge gout of blood which freezes as it spills onto the snow.

"THAT smells!" Gram roars. "Come on you stinking bastards, come and kiss my axe!" He smashes Trueturner into the next three Azurites who try to break through the line, Frostkiss lashing out once, twice, three times ...

Posted by: syronj Aug 27 2005, 05:30 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 11:21 PM)

"Slow," Deothur said. "It beats faster, the more people are out here. We must be nearly the only ones left alive - well, not counting the Source. I think we should go and look at the castle before we do anything else."

Shaka said, "If we were back in the Mundus, I would say there would be sentries. But if they're as overconfident as you say, I suppose we could try it. I hope you're right, however."

He retrieved the original fishscale shield from the growing mosaic, and moved to the front of the group.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 05:30 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 11:21 PM)

The world pulse leaves Loranna's head spinning; she takes a moment to steady herself.

" ... That might be a good idea ..." she says to Deothur, turnnig and flashing Herwyn a smile before adding "I wasn't ever all that good at sewing, anyway ..."

She tucks her flower into her pocket and approaches the castle, cautiously.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 27 2005, 05:32 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 26 2005, 09:30 PM)

Shaka said, "If we were back in Mundus, I would say there would be sentries. But if they're as overconfident as you say, I suppose we could try it. I hope you're right, however."

He retrieved the original fishscale shield from the growing mosaic, and moved to the front of the group.

"If they came out to greet us, our troubles would be over," Herwyn said.

"Let's get a look at this 'castle'."

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 27 2005, 05:32 AM

Anya shrugged, and followed. But before that, she stopped to pick up on of the medium-sized scales. She strapped it too her arm, making a near perfect buckler.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 27 2005, 05:41 AM

The eight climbed the hill. It was almost straight up in places, with the ebony barricade at the top. And so they didn't really see the castle of Sorrow until they climbed over the wall and stood on the plateau.

It wasn't a castle so much as a fortress. It was bigger than Ebonheart, anyway, bigger than most of the fortifications in Morrowind, and laid out a lot like an Imperial garrison fort.

Except that, instead of stone, this fort was made of men and women, elves and Khajiit, every race of Tamriel and some races that came from beyond Tamriel. They were translucent because they were dead; bound together in shackles, stacked in huge heaps, screaming, crying, moaning. There must have been thousands of them.

The magicka emerging from the shackled souls gave off a light so bright that the eight had to blink tears from their eyes; it was hard to look at it.

Deothur had been in front. Now he screamed, and leaped backward, the flesh falling from his bones, green with rot and disease and poison. The blue light of his healing repaired his flesh in moments. But it was clear that here, a hundred yards or more from the castle, was as far as it was safe to go.

Posted by: Aki Aug 27 2005, 05:48 AM

"[censored] hell!" Reichi cursed in surprise. "These guys are [censored] pyschopaths."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 05:51 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 11:41 PM)

The look on Loranna's face was one of horror. But her horror did not have the stupedified, shocked look of one who has just seen something they could scarecely imagine, let alone have seen before ...

She jumps suddenly, as though the ground itself repulsed her. She hisses, glaring at the castle.

Posted by: Nalion Aug 27 2005, 05:54 AM

Tamriel: Imperial City battlegrounds

Nalion turned his horse around sharply, then jumped off its back, kneeling into the snow. He produced a small, palm sized, round wooden object from inside his robe. It was covered with a word in daedric lettering and a surrounding circle of black-burnt wood.

The mage traced the lettering, then the circle and spoke.

Bound spell be released,
bRoken be its prison,
frEed its force,
devAstation be continued,
breaK this seal.

In the distance, a unit of Azurites gathered near a half-ruined tower which was still of considerable size. They seemed to rally for a counter-offensive and were now forming battle ranks.
Nalion fixed his gaze onto that tower and began to incant words that were spoken just a few weeks ago in a tavern in Ald Raathim. However, some words sounded different.

SHAE-KTO-WAR

SHAE-KUND-FAL

SHAE-KTO-WAR

SHAE-KUND-FAL

ROC-UND-QAE-KUND-SHAE-KUND-FAL

The earth around the tower began to shake and tremble. Those nearby would have been able to see cracks forming in the already damaged structure. The ripples of the earthquake increased and the tower began to shake with the vibrations.
The force of the Azurites, hindered from a fast escape by the concussions, tried to struggle on their feet and fought for balance.
Then, with an almost deafening crack, the tower collapsed in a hail of heavy stones. A short while after that, the rippling earth slowly calmed down. When the last concussion ceased, the wooden sigil in Nalion's hands burst into flames.

Nalion cried in pain as the fire burnt his palms and fumbled to cast a healing spell. Only after two vain tries, blue light emanated from his hands, healing the wound. Exhausted, Nalion took a deep breath and cooled his brow with a handful of snow. Despite the cold, he was sweating heavily.

As the dust where the tower once stood had settled, no Azurites could be seen anymore.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 27 2005, 06:04 AM

Slyvos looked around at the horrid sight... and yet it still didn't bother him much.

'... you have to give these guys credit... they know what they're doing when it comes to defense.'

He made note of the potion, thinking of a good time for when to use it...

Posted by: Tri Aug 27 2005, 06:07 AM

QUOTE(Teleran @ Aug 26 2005, 07:23 PM)

A moment later, Teleran was aware of someone standing next to him - and there she was, weak but resolute, her left eye closed oddly.

"Didn't think you'd leave without me, did you?" she rasped.

Marein stayed at Diamond's side. The healers had said that she was recovering, that she might wake any moment.

He wanted to say he was sorry.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 27 2005, 06:08 AM

Anya's face was set in stone. But tears streamed down her face. Images of people shackled, tormented, it was enough ignite her rage. It was all she could do at the moment to not charge them.

Posted by: Shardie Aug 27 2005, 07:17 AM

From the hill Lord Cyndarius stood on only hours before Landon looked on over the fighting before them. Using his trusty spyglass, he surveyed the battlefield, the battles on the lake was fierce, and the 18th legion was in low morale after not being able to go fowarth. Did they not know how important it was to defend the supplys? Landon assured them that, as the supply base, they would be a major target of the enemy attack. He sweeped his telescope towards the woods and the roads behind them, the snow covered trees provided no announcement of enemy assult. But then again, it wouldn't. He has sent out scout units from the 18th, and his own paladins to scout out the forest, whilst the remained build a small, wood stockade around the supply station. The refugees that had come this far were helping too with the stockade. He would be ready for any attack on the supply line. He pulled his glave out of the ground, and mounted his horse. It would take at least a day before the stockade was completed... he hoped that they would be kind enough not to attack intill it was ready

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 27 2005, 02:55 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 26 2005, 11:41 PM)

"[censored]..." This was truly a horrible sight to behold. Isidor noticed what had happened to Deothur and said "If that happens when we get near, how are we going to get close?"

Posted by: Belwar Aug 27 2005, 04:28 PM

Tamriel, battlelines of the 95th
Dane Rubyn wouldn't let himself be effected by the sight of the ruined city. There were more important things on his list, and while mourning was certainly needed, there was no place for it in battle. So he kept his mind on nothing but the current situation. His squad made up the second line of the unit, and he had already grown worried that they would have use force to keep the first line from retreating. That line was made of fresh recruits, most of them on their first or second year of deployment, and some of them had already shown signs of nervousness.

"Keep your men in line, Paul!" Rubyn shouted to the Corporal in front of him. "If they start breaking, my men certainly won't be giving them a place to break to!"

"UP SHIELDS!" Came the shout from somewhere else, and Rubyn moved his shield in front of his body, waiting for the coming barrage.

Posted by: syronj Aug 27 2005, 05:37 PM

Shaka was as outraged as the rest. In his life, he had been given glimpses of true evil, most notably the undead Lord Raithmat who had tormented Loranna and her people. But a fortress of souls was beyond his imagination. Ghostgate had been different: the souls that had sheltered Vvardenfell had been volunteers of a kind, not the suffering beings that the Eight now viewed through slitted eyes.

"As a saint, is Deothur more sensitive to the effects than we would be?" he asked aloud. "Not that we can get much closer ourselves . . . . I guess it's as you speculated, we'll have to lure them out."

Realizing he might have sounded callous, Shaka added: "I'm sorry that you had to feel that, Deothur. No wonder the Source doesn't bother with sentries."

Seeing Anya's tears, Shaka wiped away a few of hers, but not all. She had a right to feel for the enslaved.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 07:06 PM

The Void

QUOTE(Nalion @ Aug 26 2005, 11:54 PM)

As the dust where the tower once stood had settled, no Azurites could be seen anymore.

In the dark places, where crumbled wall met crumbled floor, where stairwells had collapsed, trapping men alive, Bosriel, the Void Vampire, supped, bringing eternal rest to the wounded. She had not had such a good meal in months. Her hunger was growing, though, she was far from sated.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 07:17 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 27 2005, 08:55 AM)

"[censored]..." This was truly a horrible sight to behold. Isidor noticed what had happened to Deothur and said "If that happens when we get near, how are we going to get close?"

"We aren't, are we?" Goranthir said. He was a youth again, but something of the King had remained.

He huffed to the Welwa, telling the saint what the group was planning. She knew the landscape better than anyone. They would need to find somewhere with a better view of the castle.

Posted by: f15tray22 Aug 27 2005, 07:37 PM

Tamriel: 103rd

Thom continued with the 103rd, who were slowly making a way into the city. It was slightly harder without a shield, but he managed to keep shielded behind a few soldiers who were kind enough to help. Weaving through a group of soliders, Thom grabbed his bow from his back. The bow started to sing.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 27 2005, 08:27 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 27 2005, 01:17 PM)

At Sorrow

Goranthir shuddered, but they had been warned that the Source used the souls of the defeated to create their fortress. His imagination had conjured up something horrible, and it was, but in a strange way, it was almost a relief to see it. His Psijic tutors had often told him, "The mind is crueler than the eye."
"We aren't, are we?" Goranthir said. He was a youth again, but something of the King had remained.

He huffed to the Welwa, telling the saint what the group was planning. She knew the landscape better than anyone. They would need to find somewhere with a better view of the castle.

"No, we're not; our basic plan we discussed before remains the same," Loranna says, her expression melting to a grim neutrality. "However, we now have a few more resources at our disposal ..."

"My friends - we look upon a monstrous, outrageous falsehood. That is not what the Plains of Conflict was meant to bring about," Loranna says, nodding to the castle. "Victory on these fields is supposed to lead to moving on; I find myself thinking our self-styled saint has lied to his team."

Posted by: Aki Aug 27 2005, 08:47 PM

"Not to mention he's psychotic enough to living in a castle made of people," Reichi added. "So, we show the team the Truth, show them their saint lies, then?"

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 27 2005, 08:51 PM

QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 27 2005, 02:47 PM)

"Not to mention he's psychotic enough to living in a castle made of people," Reichi added. "So, we show the team the Truth, show them their saint lies, then?"

"That's where the arrow of insight comes in, right?"

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 09:03 PM

It was the madness of it. The confusion of battle. Somehow, Plaas had ended up in the front of the 103th lines. The Azurites were all around him. And he did his best to beat them back. His high-guard stance was effective, but there were too many Azurites to handle. He parried many of their blows, and even mangaed to kill some. But they had just overwhelmed him. He looked back to the 103th but, they were fierce in battle at well. They could not get to him. He had to get to them. WIth every striking blow. HE managed to kill or wound an Azurite. He managed to HEhad no idea how many Azurites separated him from the 103th, but no matter what he would get back. But then, one enourmous Azurite emerged from the lines. His armour showed the makings of a great warriror. This would be a hard fight.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 09:06 PM

"There is more than one psychopath on the team," Goranthir said. "The Saint did not create this horror alone."

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 27 2005, 02:51 PM)

"That's where the arrow of insight comes in, right?"

"For one particular member, yes."

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 27 2005, 09:07 PM

QUOTE(f15tray22 @ Aug 27 2005, 09:37 AM)

Falco had ended up next to Thom. He had his own bow with him, finding it highly useful against the hordes of Azurites. "Hey Thom, bet I can kill more Azurites than you." He fired off his bow, "6...7...8" He continued counting each Azurite killed.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 27 2005, 09:13 PM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 27 2005, 03:07 PM)

Some arrows that might not have otherwise found their mark veered slightly, as if touched by an invisible hand, to strike the throat or chest of their targets.

The Azurites who fell, some of them still alive, spasmed and screamed, and died, pale and bloodless. Even for people enjoying the combat, it was a gruesome sight to see.

In the Void, blood fell like rain.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 27 2005, 09:13 PM

QUOTE(Argonians rule @ Aug 27 2005, 03:07 PM)

Tsei stood behind Falco, an invisibilty spell cast. "This is horrible..." She looked down at the warriros charging in to battle, and the twilights screeching abovce. "I only know some destructive magic, but I'll try and help." She fired off a lightening spell at an Azurite.

Posted by: Argonians rule Aug 27 2005, 09:15 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 27 2005, 11:13 AM)

"Good shot Tsei!" said Falco with a smirk. He returned to firing, "12...13"

Posted by: Belwar Aug 27 2005, 09:25 PM

The Azurites came, and the battlelines met. The slam of shield against weapon sounded, and more than several screams sounded. After what seemed like hours of fighting, but was most likely actually barely half an hour, Rubyn's unit routed a section of the Azurite battle lines. He heard the call for their unit to flank their line, and the unit swiftly moved into the new gap and closed in on the Azurites. Things were looking up on that side of the line, but Rubyn could only hope that on the other side, near the 103rd, things were going just as well.

Posted by: SpartanShea117 Aug 27 2005, 09:38 PM

Summary Tamriel:

Kratos is currently leading an Infantry company into the front ranks of an Azurite defensive unit that is guarding the half fortified gatehouse that leads into the Imperial City.

Posted by: SpartanShea117 Aug 27 2005, 09:55 PM

Tamriel, The Battle For Cyrodiil

Kratos' company was under a barrage of arrows and javelins that were thrown from the Azurites above them on the walls. "Bring your shields together and put them above us!" he barked to the Legionaires, "Archers, try your best to take out those sentries on the battlements!"

The hail storm of arrows and javelins began to glide off of the companies' shields and the archers began to slowly pick their would be executioners off of the walls as they advanced ever more close to the line of infantry the Azurites had stationed at the gatehouse.

Kratos knew if they took the gatehouse they would be able to bring a seige engine in and batter the door down to let the rest of the Legion enter and wipe out the Azurites on the walls and near them, from there they would be in control of the battle as they could advance to the palace and begin the seige to try to get to the Emperor.

They advanced along the ice and tried their best not to slip and become an open target for the Azurites, they still had aways to go to the gatehouse.

Posted by: AND Aug 27 2005, 10:58 PM

The Azurite wasted no time. He put his Two-handed claymore in a High-Guard and quickly stalked towards Plaas, his Claymore obviously aimed for Plaas' head. Plaas took a stance, with his shield forward and his broadsword back. The Azurite immidiately hacked with his claymore making Plaas block it with hsi shield. the claymore recoiled from the momentum of the block, then the Azurite slashed into a seemingly open right side. Plaas blocked that blow with his sword, then he kicked the Azurite back. As it stumbled, Plaas retook his stance. The Azurite, showing anger in it's blue eyes, charged unsheathing a massive blow that dented Plaas' shield immensly and knocked him off his feet. The Azurite then raised his sword for a final hack. But as it fell, Plaas rolled to his left to avoid the blow. Plaas immidiately stood and threw his sword at the Azurite, momentarily disabling him. Plaas wasted no time in taking out his bow and an arrow form his quiver. When the Azurite looked up, Plaas fired, sending an arrow through his neck, causing him a quick death. But then, the other azurites began to charge at him. Plaas dove and sumersalted to the dead Azurite and picked up his sword. The battle had only begun.

Posted by: Belwar Aug 27 2005, 11:20 PM

Dane Rubyn pressed on, shouting encouragments to his men. They had almost completely broken the last flank of Azurites that kept the 95th from completely sandwiching a part of the Azurite's line. He quickly put up his shield, grabbed a small flask from his belt, and took a sip of a potion that would allow him to regain his energy. He than passed the flask to the man beside. As Rubyn began to stand up, something slammed against his shield. He lifted his shield to see that it was not a missile, but the man that had been prievously standing in front of him. In that man's old place was now a very husky Azurite with a very large hammer. Rubyn lifted his shield, but the shield collapsed inward and broke Rubyn's arm with the blow. He howled out in pain and flew back, only to slam against the shield of the man behind him. The Azurite's hammer came up once again, slamming what was left of the shield into Rubyns skull, and legionnaire slid into an unconscious blackness.

Posted by: Teleran Aug 28 2005, 03:45 AM

QUOTE(Tri @ Aug 26 2005, 09:07 PM)

A moment later, Teleran was aware of someone standing next to him - and there she was, weak but resolute, her left eye closed oddly.

"Didn't think you'd leave without me, did you?" she rasped.

“Leave without you? Last time I saw you, you couldn’t have sat up under your own power. You should have waited until you were fully healed,” Teleran said reproachfully.

He was glad to have her company though and couldn't hold back a smile, but she was still taking a stupid risk coming out here when she was still not fully recovered. “Glad to have you with us, stay quiet though, we’re trying to not be noticed, sound carries unfortunately well on the air.”

Under his breath, he muttered, “Trying to get herself killed is she? I won't let her.”

Posted by: syronj Aug 28 2005, 06:05 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 27 2005, 03:06 PM)

"There is more than one psychopath on the team," Goranthir said. "The Saint did not create this horror alone."
"For one particular member, yes."

Shaka took off his helm for a moment while the Eight were talking. "Didn't they realize someone would try to stop them someday? They can't be as stupid as they are evil. . . . . Our motivation is greater than all the others who tried and failed, though: we're the ones who fully know what is at stake."

Shaka's new flesh was that of a Redguard battlemage, emphasis on the warrior, who had trained his strength and reflexes to some sort of maximum. His hair was still tied back with the Akaviri stone that Anya had thrown to him, far back, on the other side of the Spheres - - probably both token of love and for safe-keeping.

His reunion with the Eight after Mara's Sphere now seemed dreamlike to him. Why had the vision of a dragon appeared in the sky, and how had he appeared to bear the Spear of Bitter Mercy at the reunion when in fact he had left his legendary artifacts with General Cyndarius' forces for safekeeping?

Wishful thinking, he shrugged to himself. An illusion. He was only a skilled Redguard warrior now, though with what in the Mundus would have been seen as superb armor and weaponry.

"At least we can all get shields from the growing scale-mosaic," he mused aloud. "Maybe rig some additional cuirasses from it, however crude."

"Do you think we can grow additional snakestones too, perhaps bind them to our arms as phylacteries?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 28 2005, 12:04 PM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 27 2005, 11:05 PM)

"So far, the more people who try to stop them, the more powerful they become," Deothur said. "All evil is stupid, though; they can't be having much fun out here, look at the place."

He considered the snakestone. "I would be wary of planting the snakestone. Snakestone is very hard to break; if a tree of snakestone grew, we would lose the original stone, and get back a solid tree we wouldn't do anything with."

The Welwa conversed with Goranthir. She had been all the way around the castle, and even spoken with the birds; the spells went around it in a sphere. This was as close as the group were likely to get. The Eight would have to try something extraordinary to get the Source to come to them.

Posted by: One87xe Aug 28 2005, 07:19 PM

*...Bodrum, Morrowind...*

Sona: "Are they dead?"

Uniqua: "I dont think so...the Ansei's just exhausted and this other one seems to be unconcious"

Sona: "You'd be exhausted if you escaped from Ald Raathim to...by yourself no less"

Uniqua: "Well thats fabulous...and he did this against Azurites?"

Sona: "Yes Azurites"

Trefist: "Are you two done babbling yet? Its only a matter of time before they find us"

Hurst: "Aye, wolf...and how they be do'n that exactly, I suppose you know nothing of it"

Trefist: "Whats your problem? I already told you there is no escape...their senses seem heightened somehow...no matter where we run theyll be right there!!"

Sona: "Now,now cant you boys get along?"

Trefist: "Oh yes sarcasm from the o' great Enchantress...now I guess I can die happy knowing you've insulted my intelligence"

Hurst: "Ya sounds asif'n theres something to be said"

Trefist: "There is something to be said...I should kill you all and pick my teeth with your bones..."

Uniqua: "FLOOR!!"

*...the sound of a great 'thud' can be heard...*

Uniqua: "Enough petty squabling...and diffenetely enough out of you Trefist!! Now everybody shut up!!"

Trefist: "Y---You cursed witch...get this damn thing off me!!"

Uniqua: "I already told you, until you can learn to play nice you'll wear that Amulet...if you attempt any deception I have no issue with causing your head to explode"

Trefist: "Have I mentioned how much I hate you?"

Hurst: "Aye...more times then I care to count"

Sona: "People can we please stay focused here...remember end of the world and all that kind of stuff"

Trefist: "Oh yes, better to get stabbed in the back from running, then to face your attackers head on...does the word cowardess have any meaning to you?"

Uniqua: "No...but I have a word for you...FLOOR!!!"

*...another loud 'thud' can be heard...*

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 08:59 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 06:04 AM)

The Welwa conversed with Goranthir. She had been all the way around the castle, and even spoken with the birds; the spells went around it in a sphere. This was as close as the group were likely to get. The Eight would have to try something extraordinary to get the Source to come to them.

Goranthir asks the Welwa with great sympathy how her warband was beaten. Did the Source come out of their castle for them?

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 28 2005, 09:20 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 01:59 PM)

Goranthir asks the Welwa with great sympathy how her warband was beaten. Did the Source come out of their castle for them?

The Welwa's warband had tried to breach the defenses using protective magics, she told Goranthir. They were archers and stealth experts; they had hoped that powerful healing spells could allow them to get close enough to shoot at the wall of spirits with arrows. And so the Welwa, with her saintly healing abilities, had remained outside the zone while they had ventured in. She had watched in frustration as her people had fallen.

The Source had never even come out; they had simply soultrapped the fallen, in the giant stone beneath the plateau.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 09:22 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 03:20 PM)

Goranthir translates this for the others. Bloody cowards he thought, angrily.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 28 2005, 09:25 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 03:22 PM)

Goranthir translates this for the others. Bloody cowards he thought, angrily.

"So, if they don't come out for a warband shooting arrows at the castle, how in the [censored] are we going to get them out?"

Posted by: Loranna Aug 28 2005, 09:27 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 03:20 PM)

Loranna frowns. " ... That doesn't sound too encouraging," she says. "Our basic plan was to lure them out with potential soul fodder as bait."

She looks to her companions, thinking aloud. "Unless we pretended to be almost but not quite dead, and made a show of the most obvious items we have that they couldn't get from anyone else ..." she says. "Or maybe offered to challenge them for the right to join their team - the saint's the sort who will dump his current teammates when he finds someone better, no?"

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 28 2005, 09:28 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 03:27 PM)

"Can Lotus send a message to the castle?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 28 2005, 09:31 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 28 2005, 02:28 PM)

"Can Lotus send a message to the castle?"

Deothur was frowning.

"It's not safe for Lotus, if the zone is a sphere... Lotus can't get closer than we can. The soultrap won't go off until someone really is dead, pretending to be dead isn't going to work."

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 28 2005, 09:35 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 03:31 PM)

Isidor looked over to the welwa. "Could, we, you know, kill it? Would they come out then?"

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 09:35 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 03:31 PM)

"Of course, if we wanted to send them a message, Lotus could fly over the sphere and drop it down onto the fortress from a safe height," Goranthir said. "Gravity does seem to be similar here as on Nirn."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 28 2005, 09:39 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 28 2005, 03:35 PM)

Isidor looked over to the welwa. "Could, we, you know, kill it? Would they come out then?"

Loranna's jaw drops. "Isidor are you nuts!?" she spits. "We are NOT going to kill one of our allies for this! Especially since it won't actually bring our enemies out!"

"No, we need to lure them out, somehow. Goranthir's got a good point, and we do have some things they'd never be able to get their hands on, otherwise. Maybe appealing to their greed will work - these are the sorts of people who look at their enemies as walking treasure bags and power batteries, after all."

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 28 2005, 09:40 PM

"It's rather interesting..." Herwyn said. "Soultrapping isn't Necromancy, it's Mysticism."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 28 2005, 09:44 PM

QUOTE(Stargazey @ Aug 28 2005, 02:35 PM)

Isidor looked over to the welwa. "Could, we, you know, kill it? Would they come out then?"

"You can try," the Welwa said, in a language only Goranthir could understand. Isidor, however, heard it as a deep throated growl.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 09:44 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 03:44 PM)

"You can try," the Welwa said, in a language only Goranthir could understand. Isidor, however, heard it as a deep throated growl.

Goranthir calmed the beast, telling her that Isidor didn't mean it.

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 03:39 PM)

"No, we need to lure them out, somehow. Goranthir's got a good point, and we do have some things they'd never be able to get their hands on, otherwise. Maybe appealing to their greed will work - these are the sorts of people who look at their enemies as walking treasure bags and power batteries, after all."

Goranthir took off his ring with the dispel magicka effect, and walked to the edge of the field.

"If I planted this," he said thoughtfully. "It would grow into some kind of a tree, growing into their domain ... Does anyone have an item they can spare with some sort of constant area effect spell?"

Posted by: Loranna Aug 28 2005, 09:49 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 03:44 PM)

Goranthir calmed the beast, telling her that Isidor didn't mean it.
Goranthir took off his ring with the dispel magicka effect, and walked to the edge of the field.

"If I planted this," he said thoughtfully. "It would grow into some kind of a tree, growing into their domain ... Does anyone have an item they can spare with some sort of constant area effect spell?"

"The snake stone, we've already said wouldn't help - it's too hard for us to break off and keep," Loranna says, pulling out a Trueflower.

"But we wanted to get these flowers to our enemies, right? And we have plenty of these to go around - heck, Lotus could drop some right on their front doorstep."

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 28 2005, 09:51 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 01:44 PM)

Herwyn looked at the young king. "You seem like you have an idea. What are you thinking?"

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 09:56 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 03:49 PM)

"We don't want them to come to their front door step, we want them to come here," Goranthir said, sounding somewhere between the enthusiasm of youth and the wisdom of the King. "Their bound souls act as a battery, drawing a bit off of all of them to power the field, but not enough from any one that they get used up. We plant the Trueflower, and then next to it this ring. They both grow into the field, both constantly casting their spells, trying to cancel out the other one. When they run out of charges, they start drawing from the bound souls ..."

"This won't bring the castle down in a minute, but it will start to weaken, and they will know that it is. Particularly when we send a few mocking messages through Lotus, telling them that their days are numbered, that we're bringing the whole fortress down around their ears. They have no choice but to come out and face us, because they will no longer be safe ..."

ooc -- Outta here for about an hour, but I'll be back.

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 28 2005, 09:57 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 03:56 PM)

"We don't want them to come to their front door step, we want them to come here," Goranthir said, sounding somewhere between the enthusiasm of youth and the wisdom of the King. "Their bound souls act as a battery, drawing a bit off of all of them to power the field, but not enough from any one that they get used up. If we plant the Trueflower, and then next to it this ring. They both grow into the field, both constantly casting their spells, trying to cancel out the other one. When they run out of charges, they start drawing from the bound souls ..."

"This won't bring the castle down in a minute, but it will start to weaken, and they will know that it is. Particularly when we send a few mocking messages through Lotus, telling them that their days are numbered, that we're bringing the whole fortress down around their ears. They have no choice but to come out and face us, because they will no longer be safe ..."

Isidor was surprised at Goranthir's wisdom. Not that he didn't think him wise, but that he had come up with this plan so quickly. "That sounds perfect."

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 28 2005, 10:02 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 01:56 PM)

"We don't want them to come to their front door step, we want them to come here," Goranthir said, sounding somewhere between the enthusiasm of youth and the wisdom of the King. "Their bound souls act as a battery, drawing a bit off of all of them to power the field, but not enough from any one that they get used up. If we plant the Trueflower, and then next to it this ring. They both grow into the field, both constantly casting their spells, trying to cancel out the other one. When they run out of charges, they start drawing from the bound souls ..."

"This won't bring the castle down in a minute, but it will start to weaken, and they will know that it is. Particularly when we send a few mocking messages through Lotus, telling them that their days are numbered, that we're bringing the whole fortress down around their ears. They have no choice but to come out and face us, because they will no longer be safe ..."

Hewyn smiled and removed his gauntlet, taking off a ring from his left hand.

"Trueflowers don't use charges... but take this. It casts a wide area resist spell and eats through charges like there's no tomorrow. That and your dispel trying to outdo each other should make a decent dent."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 28 2005, 11:15 PM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 04:02 PM)

Loranna reaches into her pocket and pulls out the healing ring Goranthir had made for her.

"Slyvos's ring came with me through the spheres, so this is redundant for me," she says. "No reason not to add it as well - make things move along that much faster."

"Just so long as we're ready to deal with the dears when they do come out to play," she adds, grinning.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 11:31 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 05:15 PM)

"Just so long as we're ready to deal with the dears when they do come out to play," she adds, grinning.

"This plateau we're on will be good for the mages and the archers," Goranthir said, looking around. "Probably good to reset our Marks here, so we can retreat to higher ground if need be ..."

Goranthir makes huffing noises to the Welwa, asking about the rest of land surrounding the castle.

"There's a high rise on the other side," he said, interpreting.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 28 2005, 11:36 PM

"Healing is never redundant," Deothur said. "There are no potions here, and no way to charge items; keep your ring, Loranna, until we see if this works."

The two rings, when planted, grew even more swiftly than the other items had grown. The huge amounts of magicka cast by the Source's zone seemed to act as food for them.

Soon there were two massive metal and gemstone trees, close to the edge of the zone. And the trees, as soon as they started growing, were at war with each other. Sparkles of white mysticism magic surrounded each tree, the fields intersecting, a constant battle, growing larger and more intense, as the trees grew.

The dispell tree began to droop first. Then something very reassuring happened; with a crack like lightning, energy was drawn from within the zone, and the tree recovered its strength. Moments later, a second burst of energy revitalized the reflection tree.

The trees were magic items - big ones - and the souls trapped by the castle were being consumed to recharge them.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 11:39 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 05:36 PM)

The dispell tree began to droop first. Then something very reassuring happened; with a crack like lightning, energy was drawn from within the zone, and the tree recovered its strength. Moments later, a second burst of energy revitalized the reflection tree.

The trees were magic items - big ones - and the souls trapped by the castle were being consumed to recharge them.

"Let's send our notes of mockery," Goranthir smiled, as Anya sent Lotus to fly over the fortress with several notes, telling the Source that their time on the Plains was coming to an end, to rain them down.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 28 2005, 11:43 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 04:39 PM)

Lotus found that the Source were not foolish... their castle had a roof, well-protected by spells to resist attack from above.

The energy bolts striking the trees were increasing in velocity.

"Hey," Deothur said. "Break off a branch from each tree, and plant that somewhere else."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 28 2005, 11:44 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 05:43 PM)

Loranna says "Good idea," and gingerly reaches up to break a branch off of the dispel tree. "Someone get the other tree; I'll plant this one to the left here ..."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 11:45 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 05:43 PM)

"Hey," Deothur said. "Break off a branch from each tree, and plant that somewhere else."

"Good idea," said Goranthir, hacking off limbs of the Resist Tree with his ebony dai-katana, being careful to avoid the energy blasts, and tossing them to the ground.

Posted by: syronj Aug 28 2005, 11:46 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 05:44 PM)

Loranna says "Good idea," and gingerly reaches up to break a branch off of the dispel tree. "Someone get the other tree; I'll plant this one to the left here ..."

Shaka replaced his helm and broke off several branches of Reflect, then ran a few yards to the east to plant them.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 28 2005, 11:46 PM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 03:44 PM)

Loranna says "Good idea," and gingerly reaches up to break a branch off of the dispel tree. "Someone get the other tree; I'll plant this one to the left here ..."

After watching Loranna struggle with the metal tree for a long moment, Herwyn raised his mace and took a great whack at the other one, snapping a branch or two off and bending many more.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 11:48 PM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 05:46 PM)

After watching Loranna struggle with the metal tree for a long moment, Herwyn raised his mace and took a great whack at the other one, snapping a branch or two off and bending many more.

"Let's move around towards the higher ground," Goranthir said. "I don't like having this ebony wall behind us."

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 28 2005, 11:51 PM

Slyvos took a branch, twidling it around in his hands. Strange what could grow here...

'I'm agreeing with goranthir on this...'

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 28 2005, 11:52 PM

The secondary trees seemed to be less magically charged than the original trees; but still magical enough to fight each other, and magical enough to draw energy from the castle. Soon there was the beginning of a wall of trees, areas of mystic energy overlapping, all drawing from the castle.

The screams and moans of the bound souls had changed in tone. Now they were shrieks, high and panicked.

"Not kind," Deothur said. "But neither is it kind to leave them here forever."

It began slowly at first; souls disappeared, and a hole opened in the wall of the castle.

The Welwa howled, low, deep, and challenging. Goranthir heard,

"If that doesn't bring them, I don't know what will."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 28 2005, 11:57 PM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 05:52 PM)

"If that doesn't bring them, I don't know what will."

"Anya," Goranthir said. "Ready your bow. Loranna, she's going to need some boosts to her marksmanship. We're not going to get more than one shot ..."

Posted by: Loranna Aug 28 2005, 11:59 PM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 05:57 PM)

"Anya," Goranthir said. "Ready your bow. Loranna, she's going to need some boosts to her marksmanship. We're not going to get more than one shot ..."

"Understood," Loranna says, raising her hands and preparing a spell to increase agility and marksmanship, one she had prepared specifically for aiding the party's archer.

"Slyvos, now would be the time to drink your potion ..."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 12:00 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 05:59 PM)

"And let's move away from this wall towards the higher ground," Goranthir added. "There's an expression about 'having your back to the wall' which is very seldom a positive thing."

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 12:06 AM

Slyvos nodded, taking the potion out, uncorking it, and sighing.

'I hope this thing works the way you said it does...'

He gulped it down, and stood up straight. no odd shimmering effects, no glowing lights; his face was... calm, for once in so long. He looked around, his eyes betraying what he was feeling at the moment.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 12:16 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 03:57 PM)

"Anya," Goranthir said. "Ready your bow. Loranna, she's going to need some boosts to her marksmanship. We're not going to get more than one shot ..."

Anya nodded. She had found a a shirt that gave her a constant bound longbow, never having to worry about time. She put it on, and a light, put extremely powerful bow shimmered into her readied hands.

Selecting a few few arrows, enchanted with some rather nasty effects, she prepared herself.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 12:20 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Aug 28 2005, 06:16 PM)

"Remember," Goranthir said, as they moved to the higher ground. "One target is essential, and for him you will need one particular arrow ..."

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 12:22 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 04:20 PM)

"Remember," Goranthir said, as the ground moved to the higher ground. "One target is essential, and for him you will need one particular arrow ..."

"Don't worry." She pointed to one arrow pulled off to the side, in her quiver. The Arrow of Insight, "I won't miss."

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 12:24 AM

Tamriel:

Cyndarius stood in the center of what was once the beautiful gardens of Reman Park. No lovers walked hand-in-hand here today, however, for instead a bloody battle raged as far as Cyndarius could see.

The Legions had flooded into the fallen city through the broken walls, and the fighting had turned into ugly, chaotic, building-to-building affair. Formations were nearly impossible to keep, orders nearly impossible to hear. If any battle could be said to be 'good', this wasn't it.

Ahead, the grounds of the Imperial palace burned, a great cloud of Winged Twilights swooping amongst its towers.

Cyndarius gestured with his sword and called to Nalion, "They still fight over the Palace. That means there must be someone there to fight. I'll take that as good news!"

Between the Legion and the Palace, however, stood one obvious obstacle; A great bridge crossed the river in front of them. Azurites were entrenched upon it, their rear lines building hasty barricades while their front lines fought with inhuman ferocity.

"Gruznob!" shouted Cyndarius, "To the bridge!"

Cyndarius shouted orders for a makeshift bridge to be constructed to the North, and Gruznob turned his company and with a roar, charged the bridge.

Just as the front line passed beneath the great dragon statues that flanked the bridge, the world flashed pure white. For one, terrifying moment, everything was simply gone.

The next, it was back, but wrong... The Capitol City was ruined, burning, and overrun, but at the very same time, it was shining in the sunlight, revelling in its pristine grandeur, untouched by Azurite invaders. The effect was sickening. It was impossible to tell which city was real, which not.

Most of the soldiers seemed not to notice, and fought on. Their blood falling on the blackened streets, leaving the same white cobble streets clean and unmarred.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 12:25 AM

The Welwa yipped and chased its tail, ridiculous in a beast so large. It had been trapped here a long time; the thought of revenge was sweet.

The zone surrounding the castle began to change color. The Source were changing the magics cast by the trapped spirits into magics which would hurt their foes, but allow them to pass.

The Source of all Sorrows emerged, eight of them - no, it was only seven. They were too far away to be reached by bowshot; they seemed to be surveying the trees.

Then four of them rushed forward, still within the protective zone.

Two Bosmer, male and female, carrying bows. An Altmer - a tall, elegant man in jeweled robes - probably the saint. No surprises there.

A male elf clad in armor made of bones. His face was visible in his open helmet. His skin was pale, pale gold, as if it had been dusted with golden dust, but his features were Dunmer.

No surprises there, really. The surprises were in those who did not rush forward - a very fat little Breton with a shaven pated head, in the robes of the Temple Zero. A Redguard, naked except for white paint, who lay writhing on the ground like a lunatic.

Then the castle wall parted like water, the spirits screaming as they were pushed aside, and the battlecat came through. He was a Senche-Raht, as tall as two men standing on each other's shoulders, striped like a tiger, weighing as much as 50 men, and covered in a panoply of ebony armor. On his back a female Khajiit stood proudly.

The Altmer raised his hands, and a wave of destructive magic rippled forth, aimed at the largest of the trees.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 12:29 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 06:24 PM)

Tamriel

Gram had been fighting as best he could, staying close to Gruznob's unit - or, at least, to the Redguard woman in Gruznob's unit with whom he had a bet going. Truth be told Gram had been losing track of his own kills and was counting by fives at this point.

When Gruznob turned his unit to the bridge, Gram followed, adding his warcry to the Orc's terrifying roar; Trueturner was raised up in perfect form for a shield charge and Gram grinned fiercely, sensing that this next fight was important.

And then ...

"By Kyne, what!?" Gram yells, as the flash of white causes his senses to play tricks on him. He stares around, confused, ready to fight, his mind telling him things were now okay, his heart extolling him to fight on ...

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 12:29 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 04:25 PM)

Herwyn's mailed hand shot up in an instant, and a swirling ball of flame shot forward, striking the Altmer's spell halfway. The resulting explosion was rather pretty.

"Smart Orc, that Gruznob," he said.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 12:33 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 06:25 PM)

A male elf clad in armor made of bones. His face was visible in his open helmet. His skin was pale, pale gold, as if it had been dusted with golden dust, but his features were Dunmer.

"There he is," Goranthir whispered to Anya, pulling out his sword to unleash the Kynarine blast. "When he's within range, you know what to do. Slyvos, are you ready?"

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 12:35 AM

Slyvos saw the golden dunmer, and blinked a few times, staying calm. He knew this one... yes he knew him well enough.

'Elammu Vando... well, I didn't even consider that it would be him here'

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 12:35 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 06:29 PM)

"I count eight when there ought to be nine," Loranna says, her eyes scanning the horizon. "Be careful everyone ..." She touches the Trueflower in her pocket.

Posted by: Aki Aug 29 2005, 12:36 AM

Reichi smirked as the ball of magicka erupted. "If I were i a mage, I'd have done that too..." he said.

He waited. He couldn't do anything, yet.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 12:38 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 04:33 PM)

"There he is," Goranthir whispered to Anya, pulling out his sword to unleash the Kynarine blast. "When he's within range, you know what to do. Slyvos, are you ready?"

Anya nodded. "Loranna, a little strength boost would be nice. Give it some extra speed."

She grabbed the Arrow of Insight. She sighted down the it, aiming at the chimer. Her eyes dilated as time seemed to slow, her accuracy jumped to nearly supernatural levels. "Just say when..."

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 12:38 AM

QUOTE(Aki @ Aug 28 2005, 06:36 PM)

Reichi smirked as the ball of magicka erupted. "If I were i a mage, I'd have done that too..." he said.

He waited. He couldn't do anything, yet.

Isidor stood next to Reichi, his axe drawn. He didn't know what to do yet, so he just stood still, gawking at their opponents.

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 12:38 AM

Tamriel:

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 29 2005, 12:24 AM)

Just as the front line passed beneath the great dragon statues that flanked the bridge, the world flashed pure white. For one, terrifying moment, everything was simply gone.

The next, it was back, but wrong... The Capitol City was ruined, burning, and overrun, but at the very same time, it was shining in the sunlight, revelling in its pristine grandeur, untouched by Azurite invaders. The effect was sickening. It was impossible to tell which city was real, which not.

Most of the soldiers seemed not to notice, and fought on. Their blood falling on the blackened streets, leaving the same white cobble streets clean and unmarred.

Nalion rode besides Cyndarius, scanning both the sky and the ground warily for signs of an attack. He was covered with signs of battle, yet had not suffered grievous wounds. He had kept himself at the back of the advancing battle-lines, trying hard to keep Winged Twilights, or - if possible - their summoners at bay with spells.
He wore a grim expression and the exhaustion of days of fighting showed clearly on his face.

As the world shifted, he shielded his eyes against the flash of light, then, as he realized what happened, a curse came over his lips and his stomach began to feel queasy.

"That's not good, Cyndarius!", he shouted back, "It seems as if the realities are overlapping!"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 12:39 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 05:35 PM)

"I count eight when there ought to be nine," Loranna says, her eyes scanning the horizon. "Be careful everyone ..." She touches the Trueflower in her pocket.

The trueflower revealed the ninth member of the Source... a Mabrigash, was the best guess, a Dunmer woman in Velothi clothing.

Definitely a Mabrigash. In fact, Loranna had seen her before, during the Parade through Vvardenfell.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 12:41 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 06:39 PM)

"There; I know that one," Loranna says, pointing to the Magribash even as she casts Fortify Strength on Anya. "Use your flowers to see her; she's Mabrigash ..."

She blinks. " ... She probably uses spells like I do ..."

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 12:44 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 04:41 PM)

Anya felt a sort of refreshed feel as the spell washed over her. Pulling the even the enchanted daedric bow to the limits, she breathed softly, and aimed.

With an audible twang, the arrow sped like a crazed demon towards the golden elf.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 12:44 AM

Herwyn took the moment to cast his protection spells, just in case.

Then he waved jauntily at the Altmer.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 12:45 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 06:41 PM)

"She's their hexer and buffer then?" Goranthir said, touching his Trueflower. "Aye, I see her. Well, let's make her an early target to make her team-mates easier."

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 12:46 AM

QUOTE(Xyber02 @ Aug 28 2005, 04:44 PM)

Herwyn watched the arrow fly, his eyes glued to it the entire way...

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 12:47 AM

Shaka waited with shield and sword poised. He would hold off on the Adrenaline Rush until the enemy was closer. He activated a further shield with the amulet that Goranthir had obtained.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 12:51 AM

Goranthir fired the Kynarine effect after the arrow shot. He aimed low, to kick up a cloud of dirt into their faces, and to knock them off their feet.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 12:53 AM

Herwyn's blast had the intended effect; the spell the Altmer saint had fired blew up in his face. It was a disintegration spell; however, his own immunites warded off the effects.

The two Bosmer fired arrows. One fired at Deothur, who gasped and caught at the shaft, which had struck his throat; the other fired at Loranna, interrupting the spell she was casting. Loranna felt a slow poison seep through her veins.

The Welwa barked a sharp bark of alarm. The Source were still standing within their zone. They had no need of a buffer; the whole zone was nothing BUT a buffer for them now. She ran back, away from the zone.

The Altmer stepped out of the path of the arrow, with inhuman agility, and laughed.

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 12:57 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 06:53 PM)

His eyes burning, Shaka gestured; telekinesis caused the arrow to arc back to the Eight. He hoped Deothur's and Loranna's healing powers would kick in of their own accord, but stood ready to try to heal them....

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 12:58 AM

"Everyone behind those fish scales!" Herwyn yelled. "We have them for a reason!"

Ducking behind one himself, he added, "we were a bit hasty there, it seems. The tables are turned, we're on the defensive. We just have to be more patient."

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 01:00 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 06:58 PM)

Isidor ducked behind one and said "The only thing we can do is plant more trees. Draw them out a little farther. Any branches left?"

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 01:02 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 06:58 PM)

Shaka hurled a Greater Fireball spell at the Source, then another. Part of him noted the fireballs seemed larger in this place.

Shaka didn't really expect the spells to have a serious effect on the Source warriors, but he wanted to provoke them further into closing with the Eight.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 01:02 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 28 2005, 05:57 PM)

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 05:58 PM)

Deothur gasped, and fell to the ground. His hands were moving to cast healing spells, but nothing was happening.

Posted by: AND Aug 29 2005, 01:02 AM

Plaas swung at every Azurite he could find. He enjoyed the claymore over his own sword. It felt natural and smooth. AS he cut down what seemed like his hundreth Azurite, HE started to laugh, chuckle even. No azurite was even close to killing him. We felt adn was invincable. But as he turned to face the enemy, something caught his eye, something strange. He knew it was coming for him but he couldn't make out what it was. Suddenly he knew, it was an arrow. But before he could dart away from it's path, it hit. It tore through his body, tearing organs and muscles. He looked down. The arrow had hit him in his stomach, or kidney, he did not know. BUt he did know that if a healer did not heal him soon, he would be dead. As his eyes began to blur, he began to scream, scream in terror and in pain. With that, he fell, his body lifeless and his mind as well.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 01:02 AM

Slyvos whispered to himself slightly, and cast a drain fatigue spell on the golden dunmer... or at least tried, with hopes that the area of effect may hit.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 01:03 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 06:53 PM)

Loranna uses the ring of curing that Goranthir had made for her; the poison in her system stops eating away at her and she feels a wave of relief.

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 07:02 PM)

Goranthir's Kynarine blast did not help Shaka in retrieving the arrow. Most of the blast was reflected from the Source, who stood impervious in the middle of their zone, but the arrow was caught up and swept away. Shaka only barely managed to retrieve it.
Deothur gasped, and fell to the ground. His hands were moving to cast healing spells, but nothing was happening.

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 06:58 PM)

Seeing Deothur fall to the ground, Loranna runs over to drag him behind the scales, casting healing spells on him as she reaches him.

"Hang on dear!" she says.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 01:03 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 28 2005, 07:02 PM)

"Get behind the shields, Shaka!" Goranthir cried, doing that himself. "You're wasting your spells, and they might be reflected back!"

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 01:05 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 07:03 PM)

"Get behind the shields, Shaka!" Goranthir cried, doing that himself. "You're wasting your spells, and they might be reflected back!"

Shaka nodded at Goranthir, and followed suit. He cursed when he saw Deothur was failing to heal himself, and ran over to try to help . . .

Shaka tossed the arrow to Anya as he neared their saint.

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 01:06 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 05:02 PM)

Deothur gasped, and fell to the ground. His hands were moving to cast healing spells, but nothing was happening.

"Damn," said Herwyn. Reaching down, he quickly twisted the arrow, dug his finger into the Saint's throat and pulled out the head, which was obviously enchanted, then immediately cast his best cure spell on the poor man.

Posted by: Xyber02 Aug 29 2005, 01:07 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 28 2005, 05:05 PM)

Shaka nodded at Goranthir, and followed suit. He cursed when he saw Deothur was failing to heal himself, and ran over to try to help . . .

Shaka tossed the arrow to Anya as he neared their saint.

Anya growled in fustration. She caught the arrown, and strapped in back in the quiver. She followed the group back.

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 01:11 AM

Shaka's fireballs erupted over Herwyn and Deothur, reflected from the Source. A second volley of arrows from the two Bosmer followed them; one straight for Herwyn's eye, and another striking Deothur again where he lay on the ground.

It was very difficult to cast any sort of healing spell while under constant fire.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 01:13 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 07:11 PM)

Goranthir, his cloak resistant to fire, got between the fireballs and Deothur and Herwyn.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 01:14 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 07:11 PM)

Loranna grits her teeth, staying under the cover of the fishscales and working healing spells for Deothur and Herywn both.

"Get these scales up, keep us under cover," she says. "Make them have to come get us, and leave their field."

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 01:15 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 05:11 PM)

Growling in annoyance, Herwyn turned his head slightly, his left ear suddenly ringing from the impact of the arrow on his helm.

Grabbing the injured Deothur firmly under the arms, he drug him behind the shields as fast as he could.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 01:17 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 07:15 PM)

"Someone give him your ring that cures poison!" Goranthir shouted, his cloak up, engulfed in flames. "Rings don't have any problem with concentration under fire!"

Posted by: Belwar Aug 29 2005, 01:20 AM

Rubyn's consciousness returned to him with what seemed like a blinding flash, even though his eyes were shut. The flash made the searing pain in his head ever worse, which Rubyn hadn't thought possible. It was a while before he even dared to open his eyes, and even than, he did so just because something didn't feel right. At first he had to lift a hand to his eyes to wipe away the blood from his head, and than he looked around him. What the hell... what is this? He thought to himself. All around him, the bodies of both Azurites and legionnaires littered the ground, but at the same time, the grass was lush and green. The air smelled of both blood and death, but at the same time, it smelled sweet. Rubyn had never experianced anything like it, and quickly decided that it was from the blow to the head. His last action before sinking back into unconsciousness was pulling a small flask of a healing elixyr and shoving the thing whole into his mouth and breaking it open with his teath.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 01:22 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 07:14 PM)

"Get these scales up, keep us under cover," she says. "Make them have to come get us, and leave their field."

"And then dispel and blindness before the arrow shot, we don't want them shielded," Goranthir added quickly, over the roar of the flames. "Who is this Mabrigash? Clearly they don't need a hexer and buffer ..."

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 01:24 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 06:17 PM)

"Someone give him your ring that cures poison!" Goranthir shouted, his cloak up, engulfed in flames. "Rings don't have any problem with concentration under fire!"

Back behind the shields, Deothur recovered finally.

"SILENCE not poison," he gasped. "Dispel next time please. All right, I think that was not the right way to handle them."

Outside the safety of their wall, they could hear the Source laughing, the high, almost musical laughter of the Altmer saint, the throaty, hoarse laughter of the necromancer, and the shrill, animal laughter of the two Bosmer. The Breton monk was levitating; they could see him doing loops in the air, cackling with laughter.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 01:24 AM

Slyvos jumped behind the scalle that the saint was wounded behind, and knelt down, another arrow hitting the impenatrable shield.

'he can have mine.'

Slyvos slid off the ring that cured poison from his finger.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 01:28 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 07:24 PM)

"He's okay now," Goranthir said, getting back behind the shields. "'Elammu Vando you said his name was, Slyvos?"

Posted by: AND Aug 29 2005, 01:28 AM

Plaas stared from his pained body. Every inch of his body hurt. HE wished that numbness would spread throughout his body, at least until he went into shock. HE recognized the area, though crumbled, he could imagine where he was, he often visited the area when he was a child. He thought it's name was........Coriu Park. He remembered the area lushious area. That comforted him. THen memories of his long-gone wife and child flooded throughout his mind. At least I will be joining them soon he thought. Then he fell into an unconscience repose, where he would he spending his last minutes of his life.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 01:33 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 07:24 PM)

Outside the safety of their wall, they could hear the Source laughing, the high, almost musical laughter of the Altmer saint, the throaty, hoarse laughter of the necromancer, and the shrill, animal laughter of the two Bosmer. The Breton monk was levitating; they could see him doing loops in the air, cackling with laughter.

"Nice fortress you have there!" Goranthir called back at them. "Pity its eating itself! A few more trees from us, and no more souls to patch it up, and you'll be without Sorrow!"

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 01:34 AM

He nodded, shaking his head a bit to rattle out the noise.

'a necromancer... I knew him from back before the tribunal gained it's false godhood. strange fellow... and very, very arrogant...'

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 01:40 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 07:34 PM)

He nodded, shaking his head a bit to rattle out the noise.

'a necromancer... I knew him from back before the tribunal gained it's false godhood. strange fellow... and very, very arrogant...'

" ... Well, maybe it's time to try negotiations ..." Loranna says to Slyvos.

"You, I know you!" she calls out, pointing to the Magribash. "I met you back during the Parade; how did you find yourself here, with these ..."

She looks at the cackling Source members.

" ... People?"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 01:45 AM

QUOTE(Sheogorath @ Aug 28 2005, 06:33 PM)

"Nice fortress you have there!" Goranthir called back at them. "Pity its eating itself! A few more trees from us, and no more souls to patch it up, and you'll be without Sorrow!"

In response to his words, the necromancer and the Altmer saint began blasting away at the two largest trees, using disintgration spells. The reflect tree, obviously, would be hard to damage that way; the dispell tree shook as if in a high wind.

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 06:40 PM)

"Shut up woman!" shouted the male Bosmer. "No one wants to talk to you!"

"I don't know you," the Mabrigash called, in a sweet, youthful voice. "Were you stupid enough to follow that Azura witch who got everyone killed?"

Posted by: Nalion Aug 29 2005, 01:46 AM

QUOTE(AND @ Aug 29 2005, 01:28 AM)

Plaas stared fom his pained body. Every inch of his body hurt. HE wished that numbness would spread throughout his body, at least until he went into shock. HE recognized teh area, though cumbled, he could imagine where he was, he often visited the area when he was a child. He thought it's name was........Coriu Park. He remembered the area lushious area. That comforted him. THen memories of his long-gone wife and child flooded throughout his mind. At least I will be joining them soon he thought. Then he fell into an unconscience repose, where he would he spending his last minutes of his life.

There was a flicker of shadows, just in the corner of Plaas eyes, moving fast through the bushes besides the Imperial. Green bushes now, burnt bushes the next second. In his waning vision, he could not make out if they were ghosts, or friend or foe.

Just as Plaas began to lose his grip on life, a head with big brown, almond shaped eyes bowed over him.

"He's still alive... barely. One of our shocktroups, I think.", a high pitched voice whispered. The trees in Coriu Park were burning and standing full of blossoms at the same time. The small figure bowing over Plaas did not seem to care or realize.
"I wonder if we have to eat all those we shot down.", another figure asked, out of view.
"Shut up.", the first voice said. "We're on orders to converge on the palace. Join up with the general. Don't think about lunch. Help me get this man a healing potion. We're taking him with us."

Something was forced into Plaas' mouth, a liquid, and soon after his vision began to clear and his wounds closed.

"Now, get up and follow us. Quietly, if possible.", the first voice said and turned, flashing his dark cloak. Then, the Bosmeri scouts scattered again into the shifting park, from destruction to majestic beauty and back, advancing towards Cyndarius' position.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 01:48 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 07:45 PM)

"A fine woodsman!" Goranthir laughed back. "How many more seeds do you think we have after you're finished with that?!"

Posted by: AND Aug 29 2005, 01:49 AM

Plaas, utterly confused stood up. The pain had gone away. HE decided nor to question the scouts. They had let him live antoher day.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 01:53 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 07:45 PM)

"And hello to you too!" Loranna says, grinning to the Bosmer. Looking to the Magribash, she says "Nice company you have here."

"As for that stupid Azura witch," she continues, "I came to my senses in time to help stop her, eventually; she's no more now. The world's moved onward from her ..."

" ... And you've got the same chance to move onward too, dear," she continues. "Why aren't you taking it? You just came from a life full of strife and conflict, now you're just hanging out here, where there's nothing but more strife and conflict?"

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 02:00 AM

Slyvos looked up over the scale, shouting to the golden dunmer, but making sure he can go back under the scale at any time.

'now why would you waste eternity here?! yes you know me, Elammu.'

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 02:03 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 05:53 PM)

"STOP HER?" Herwyn shouted at the top of his lungs. "How did a lie that big make it out of your throat, woman? You ARE her!

"Well, you were, until someone robbed you of Azura's power!

"Is that woman out there another of those poor, unfortunate idiots that followed you to their doom?"

Behind the shield wall, Herwyn winked at the shocked Loranna.

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 02:09 AM

Goranthir roared something over the shields, in the Senche-Raht's native tongue. He hoped he got the expression right. He heard it in Elsweyr, but he didn't know if it was true that the giant tigers regularly mated with their mothers. It was funny though.

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 02:09 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 08:03 PM)

Loranna gives Herwyn the briefest of frowns.

Then, she says "If she can't recognize me with her own eyes why bother to explain trivial details to her," in an icy tone. "But if she would prefer to lose with her friends instead ..."

She turns back to the Magribash. "Yeah; that Azura witch was me; like I said, fancy meeting you here."

Posted by: syronj Aug 29 2005, 02:12 AM

QUOTE(Loranna @ Aug 28 2005, 08:09 PM)

She turns back to the Magribash. "Yeah; that Azura witch was me; like I said, fancy meeting you here."

"Herwyn, you lying son of a noble seamstress," shouted Shaka. "You didn't tell me we would face a pack of cowards who hide behind a shield wall of slaves!"

Posted by: Allerleirauh Aug 29 2005, 02:13 AM

QUOTE(Dagoth Lich @ Aug 28 2005, 07:00 PM)

Slyvos looked up over the scale, shouting to the golden dunmer, but making sure he can go back under the scale at any time.

'now why would you waste eternity here?! yes you know me, Elammu.'

The necromancer paused in his destruction.

"Slyvos Araberith?" he said. "Someone finally killed you?"

"Don't get distracted!" the saint snapped.

"Loranna Pyrel the Incarnate Mother was a Nord," the Mabrigash said. "You're trying to trick me."

The Senche-Raht did not respond. The Khajiit woman standing on his back, however, bellowed in rage and responded in the same language.

Goranthir's taunt was funnier than he had intended - the Ohmes-Raht standing on his back was the big cat's mother.

Posted by: Belwar Aug 29 2005, 02:14 AM

Rubyn once again woke up, the pain in his head nearly gone now. But he knew that his arm was still broken, the healing potion hadn't been that powerful. He managed to get to his feet, and looked around him. He was outside the smoking ruins of the city, and dead bodies were littered around him. He recongnized some of the faces, one of them even from his own squad. He also recognized the hammer of the brute that had smashed his skull. Rubyn held his arm in the way that was least painful to him, and began to make his way to the city gates, where he saw signs that the action was still in full, and he could probably still be used.

Posted by: One87xe Aug 29 2005, 02:16 AM

*...Bodrum, Morrowind...*

Sona: "Well whats going on outside?"

Trefist panting: "Err...they come up the river and from Balfalls on the East...looks like we've no choice but to go West"

Uniqua: "These two are still unconcious...we cant leave yet!!"

Trefist: "Listen Elf, the Azurites are thousands strong and pushing us towards the Imperial Capital...which is the exact opposite of where we should be going"

Uniqua: "I see your point...but we cant leave yet!!"

Hurst panting: "The wolf be tellin' the truth...at least four battalions...if'n we dont leave now we may never"

Sona: "So where exactly are we going? You just said we couldn't go East...which is away from the main army...wait...you intend to take us through one of the passes!! Shadowgate or Septims?"

Trefist: "Septims...Shadowgate is to far south, we'll never make it...we have a chance like this...and I wouldn't want to miss out on an opportunity to tear the sweet flesh from your throat...I still say both you wenches should be pouring Ale in Daggerfall...but then again I might need a snack on this long of a journey"

Hurst: "If'n you mean to try it, I be hav'n a new wolf-skin coat"

Uniqua: "Ok thats enough...put them on the cots and lets go!!"

Trefist: "Who died and made you Queen?"

Uniqua: "Just do it or we're all dead"

Posted by: Rhedd Aug 29 2005, 02:17 AM

QUOTE(syronj @ Aug 28 2005, 06:12 PM)

"Herwyn, you lying son of a noble seamstress," shouted Shaka. "You didn't tell me we would face a pack of cowards who hide behind a shield wall of slaves!"

"What did you call me?" Herwyn shouted at Shaka. "One more crack like that and I'll personally toss you to those morons out there," he said with another wink.

"Maybe they can make a windowpane out of you, or something."

Posted by: Stargazey Aug 29 2005, 02:19 AM

QUOTE(Rhedd @ Aug 28 2005, 08:17 PM)

"I doubt you'd be able to pick him up, much less hurl him." Isidor added with a wink.

Posted by: Dagoth Lich Aug 29 2005, 02:19 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 07:13 PM)

The necromancer paused in his destruction.

"Slyvos Araberith?" he said. "Someone finally killed you?"

"Don't get distracted!" the saint snapped.

Slyvos laughed, not too darkly but enough that he knew it would confuse the necromancer.

'I never died... I became a lich, and well, long story but now here I am, mortal again 4000 years afterwards.'

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 02:20 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:13 PM)

"Loranna Pyrel the Incarnate Mother decided it would be fun being a Breton here in the Plains of Conflict; you ever try being a powerful spellcaster on a Nord's innate magicka?" Loranna yells playfully. "But hang on ... yes; you were part of the group that came after Gnisis, I remember. You and your sisters were dancing for me, that special dance your mentor taught you; I remember hearing you thinking how you were worried you would get the steps wrong and I'd get all wrathful until your mentor finally told you to just stop worrying and let yourself dance."

She laughs. "That's when I started giggling, if you remember; I thought it was funny you were so worried about upsetting me."

"Real shame about you dying though," Loranna adds, smirking. "I managed to avoid that, myself."

Posted by: Sheogorath Aug 29 2005, 02:24 AM

QUOTE(Allerleirauh @ Aug 28 2005, 08:13 PM)

The Senche-Raht did not respond. The Khajiit woman standing on his back, however, bellowed in rage and responded in the same language.

Goranthir's taunt was funnier than he had intended - the Ohmes-Raht standing on his back was the big cat's mother.

Goranthir laughed and responded, asking them how many holes there were in their conjugal pen at the fortress.

"Leave them alone!" Goranthir yelled at his allies, with a wink. "Let them go back into their holey fortress, and then we can start bringing it down again!"

Posted by: Loranna Aug 29 2005, 02:26 AM

It's time to move on to another thread.

LOCK ON!!!

Loranna