Indor
Indor laughed. “Not so strange as the one I met. Well maybe.” He went to the roadside and stooped to pick a toadstool. “Hmm, blue entoloma, strangely enough a species of pinkgill.” He put it in his pack.
“Your roots must run deep to spend a year seeking them.”
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Rann
"You're telling me," he answered, "That whole year taught me very little. I did learn some things, but not a year's worth of information. It was worth it for the experience though. The Isles are like a whole different world."
Rahvin
Satyana was not his daughter by blood, obviously, but they did have a kinship that said as much. She was as much his daughter as Rann was his son (more so over the past year), and her child would undoubtedly be his grandchild. Rahvin couldn't help but smile when he heard the news.
"That's great! Congratulations."
"You're telling me," he answered, "That whole year taught me very little. I did learn some things, but not a year's worth of information. It was worth it for the experience though. The Isles are like a whole different world."
Rahvin
Satyana was not his daughter by blood, obviously, but they did have a kinship that said as much. She was as much his daughter as Rann was his son (more so over the past year), and her child would undoubtedly be his grandchild. Rahvin couldn't help but smile when he heard the news.
"That's great! Congratulations."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 15 2008, 07:43 PM) 
Rahvin
Satyana was not his daughter by blood, obviously, but they did have a kinship that said as much. She was as much his daughter as Rann was his son (more so over the past year), and her child would undoubtedly be his grandchild. Rahvin couldn't help but smile when he heard the news.
"That's great! Congratulations."
Satyana
"Oh thank you!, the baby will have a great grandfather, I'm so glad" Satyana put her arms around Rahvin's neck and hugged him, she even planted a kiss on hid cheek.
"You know I love you very much, don't you? I'm so glad I finally have a father"
Brianna
She sat silent, a faint smile on her lips. She knew Satyana somewhat resented her for giving her away at her birth, but she hoped things would change with the baby arriving. It was a good thing Rahvin and Satyana obviously were rather fond of each other. The young woman really needed a father, but she also would need a mother and Brianna just hoped she could be the true mother of her own child. It would probably take time though...
"Satyana, Issac, have you heard anything from Rann? Where he is or what he's doing?" She missed him, Rann hadn't resented her the way Satyana had....
Indor
He frowned biting back a comment about altmer. He could think of few things worse than a land full of them. For a moment he thought about asking Rann more about why he had gone there but he decided against it. Sooner or later he would find out the full story and he was content to wait.
“How far away is this ruin then?” he asked.
He frowned biting back a comment about altmer. He could think of few things worse than a land full of them. For a moment he thought about asking Rann more about why he had gone there but he decided against it. Sooner or later he would find out the full story and he was content to wait.
“How far away is this ruin then?” he asked.
Rann
"Lindai is just off the road about halfway to Chorrol," he answered, "We'll turn north once we reach Fort Ash."
The two walked on until the mid-afternoon, sticking to the road until they stood in full view of the ruined fort. True to his word, Rann turned to the north, leaving the road and entering the forest.
"Another hour, at most," he commented, giving Indor a heads up.
OOC: you don't mind that I sped up the journey a bit do you? if so, I can edit.
"Lindai is just off the road about halfway to Chorrol," he answered, "We'll turn north once we reach Fort Ash."
The two walked on until the mid-afternoon, sticking to the road until they stood in full view of the ruined fort. True to his word, Rann turned to the north, leaving the road and entering the forest.
"Another hour, at most," he commented, giving Indor a heads up.
OOC: you don't mind that I sped up the journey a bit do you? if so, I can edit.
Indor
Indor was faintly surprised that such a fort would be abandoned but then times were hard. The going was slower in the forest but they made good time and it was well within the hour when white spires became visible above the tree line. He felt a thrill of anticipation and nerves. What treasures were waiting inside? What else?
“It appears,” he said, “that we have arrived.”
OOC: No and I just sped it up more, likewise if you had plans for the forest I can edit.
Indor was faintly surprised that such a fort would be abandoned but then times were hard. The going was slower in the forest but they made good time and it was well within the hour when white spires became visible above the tree line. He felt a thrill of anticipation and nerves. What treasures were waiting inside? What else?
“It appears,” he said, “that we have arrived.”
OOC: No and I just sped it up more, likewise if you had plans for the forest I can edit.
Rann
"I'll be ready to go in a moment," Rann said, as he set his pack down next to a tree and rummaged through it. There was a change of clothes, a dagger, two bottles of brandy, and a water skin.
He pulled out the dagger and placed it in his boot, where it normally stayed. Next he grabbed one of the bottles of brandy and placed it on the ground. Then he closed the bag and covered it in foliage. He didn't want to have to carry more than necessary while in the ruin, and he planned on retrieving it on the return trip. As for that bottle of brandy...
Rann uncorked it and took a couple of big swallows, "Bravery juice," he jokingly explained as he offered it to Indor.
"I'll be ready to go in a moment," Rann said, as he set his pack down next to a tree and rummaged through it. There was a change of clothes, a dagger, two bottles of brandy, and a water skin.
He pulled out the dagger and placed it in his boot, where it normally stayed. Next he grabbed one of the bottles of brandy and placed it on the ground. Then he closed the bag and covered it in foliage. He didn't want to have to carry more than necessary while in the ruin, and he planned on retrieving it on the return trip. As for that bottle of brandy...
Rann uncorked it and took a couple of big swallows, "Bravery juice," he jokingly explained as he offered it to Indor.
Indor
He had his own pack off and was folding away his cloak when Rann proffered a bottle. “I’ll wait until after thanks,” said Indor. He didn’t like fighting drunk, or bravery for that matter. Still if Rann was still alive it must work for him.
He folded away his cloak and shirt leaving just his thin leather armour. He stuffed his darts into a loop on it and paused. After a moment he decided to wear his heavy pair of bracers, he wasn't sure what was in the ruin. Once he’d finished he picked up his staff and nodded to Rann.
“If it all goes wrong this has a healing enchantment but it is a shade… unreliable and can have some unpleasant side effects. But enough talk of that shall we begin?” Indor grinned. It had been to long since he’d done this sort of thing.
He had his own pack off and was folding away his cloak when Rann proffered a bottle. “I’ll wait until after thanks,” said Indor. He didn’t like fighting drunk, or bravery for that matter. Still if Rann was still alive it must work for him.
He folded away his cloak and shirt leaving just his thin leather armour. He stuffed his darts into a loop on it and paused. After a moment he decided to wear his heavy pair of bracers, he wasn't sure what was in the ruin. Once he’d finished he picked up his staff and nodded to Rann.
“If it all goes wrong this has a healing enchantment but it is a shade… unreliable and can have some unpleasant side effects. But enough talk of that shall we begin?” Indor grinned. It had been to long since he’d done this sort of thing.
Rann
Rann nodded as he slammed the cork back into the bottleneck and dropped the brandy to the ground. He was curious about those side effects his companion spoke of, but Rann assumed that if they were something to worry about, Indor would have elaborated.
"Yeah, let's go," he said as he began to walk with Indor towards the ruin. He pulled his katana slightly out of its sheath just to be ready. There was no telling what might be lurking in the shadows of an old ruin; one could expect anything from ghosts to daedra to necromancers. Or in the worst-case scenario, all three.
They descended the stone spiral staircase and entered the ruin. Before moving on, Rann stood there for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" he asked in a quiet whisper.
Rann nodded as he slammed the cork back into the bottleneck and dropped the brandy to the ground. He was curious about those side effects his companion spoke of, but Rann assumed that if they were something to worry about, Indor would have elaborated.
"Yeah, let's go," he said as he began to walk with Indor towards the ruin. He pulled his katana slightly out of its sheath just to be ready. There was no telling what might be lurking in the shadows of an old ruin; one could expect anything from ghosts to daedra to necromancers. Or in the worst-case scenario, all three.
They descended the stone spiral staircase and entered the ruin. Before moving on, Rann stood there for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" he asked in a quiet whisper.
Indor
“Sort of,” replied Indor, “I defiantly want to get my hands on any stones I can but equally I would like to have a look at the ruins for anything else.” Quietly they rounded a corner at the bottom of the staircase, there was a short corridor but even so the end was almost lost in the gloom.
Indor looked around in awe, seeing far surpassed any accounts he had read, especially as these ruins seemed relatively unspoilt. Had he not been looking so closely he might have missed the slight irregularity in the flagstones of the floor. He held up a hand motioning Rann to stop. He stooped closer, there were a few stones slightly raised from the others.
“I don’t like these,” in the still air his whisper seemed all too loud, “I stood on something similar…” a noise from round the corner silenced him.
“Sort of,” replied Indor, “I defiantly want to get my hands on any stones I can but equally I would like to have a look at the ruins for anything else.” Quietly they rounded a corner at the bottom of the staircase, there was a short corridor but even so the end was almost lost in the gloom.
Indor looked around in awe, seeing far surpassed any accounts he had read, especially as these ruins seemed relatively unspoilt. Had he not been looking so closely he might have missed the slight irregularity in the flagstones of the floor. He held up a hand motioning Rann to stop. He stooped closer, there were a few stones slightly raised from the others.
“I don’t like these,” in the still air his whisper seemed all too loud, “I stood on something similar…” a noise from round the corner silenced him.
OOC: I wasn't sure if you had anything in mind as to what the noise should have been. If you don't like this let me know, and I'll edit.
Rann
Rann nodded when Indor held him back, understanding that the floor was likely trapped. The Ayleids themselves were long gone, but their traps lasted forever. Then a strange noise caught their attention. This time it was Rann who motioned for Indor to stop.
Keeping to the shadows and crouching low, he turned the corner. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he realized that they were in a large room. The main hall, possibly? Rann didn't pretend to know, he only speculated.
The noise turned out to have been a dremora. Rann froze for a moment, plastering himself against the wall as the dremora looked right in his direction. Rann could see the glowing red eyes. He held his breath and stood as still as a rock. He wasn't sure what he was going to do next; he wasn't even sure if it was possible to sneak up on a dremora unnoticed.
I guess we'll find out soon enough.
The dremora turned away. Rann saw his chance. Using the wall to push off of, he sprung into the air and landed on the dremora's back, knocking the otherworldly creature to the ground face first. Rann had reached around and slit its throat with a dagger before the thing ever hit the ground.
Rann crept back towards Indor, still wanting to be silent should anything else be hiding in the darkness. In his concentration, he carelessly forgot about the traps. He stepped on the raised section of the floor and found himself being propelled upwards at an alarming rate. He'd heard of the spike traps that were common in these ruins, so he hit the ground, making himself as flat as he could in hopes of avoiding ceiling spikes. He closed his eyes, and when the pillar stopped, Rann felt nothing. Looking up, he spotted a switch. Not wanting to test his luck any more, he didn't press it. He waited for the floor to descend once more and rejoined Indor in the entrance way.
"Dremora," he explained with a whisper before he pointed up to the ceiling where he just was, "There's also a switch up there."
Before any more explanations could be made, two atronachs made an appearance, heading straight for them. A flame and a storm atronach. Rann suddenly realized that by activating the trap accidentally, he had alerted the ruin's inhabitants.
Rann
Rann nodded when Indor held him back, understanding that the floor was likely trapped. The Ayleids themselves were long gone, but their traps lasted forever. Then a strange noise caught their attention. This time it was Rann who motioned for Indor to stop.
Keeping to the shadows and crouching low, he turned the corner. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he realized that they were in a large room. The main hall, possibly? Rann didn't pretend to know, he only speculated.
The noise turned out to have been a dremora. Rann froze for a moment, plastering himself against the wall as the dremora looked right in his direction. Rann could see the glowing red eyes. He held his breath and stood as still as a rock. He wasn't sure what he was going to do next; he wasn't even sure if it was possible to sneak up on a dremora unnoticed.
I guess we'll find out soon enough.
The dremora turned away. Rann saw his chance. Using the wall to push off of, he sprung into the air and landed on the dremora's back, knocking the otherworldly creature to the ground face first. Rann had reached around and slit its throat with a dagger before the thing ever hit the ground.
Rann crept back towards Indor, still wanting to be silent should anything else be hiding in the darkness. In his concentration, he carelessly forgot about the traps. He stepped on the raised section of the floor and found himself being propelled upwards at an alarming rate. He'd heard of the spike traps that were common in these ruins, so he hit the ground, making himself as flat as he could in hopes of avoiding ceiling spikes. He closed his eyes, and when the pillar stopped, Rann felt nothing. Looking up, he spotted a switch. Not wanting to test his luck any more, he didn't press it. He waited for the floor to descend once more and rejoined Indor in the entrance way.
"Dremora," he explained with a whisper before he pointed up to the ceiling where he just was, "There's also a switch up there."
Before any more explanations could be made, two atronachs made an appearance, heading straight for them. A flame and a storm atronach. Rann suddenly realized that by activating the trap accidentally, he had alerted the ruin's inhabitants.
Issac
He shook his head. "Nothing, other than what everyone else knows." He's probably eating out of Altair's hand. Somebody messed up when they made Rann's head; he'd drive Shaogorath over the edge with his insane logic.
Issac didn't betray any of his misgivings about his brother-in-law. But it rubbed him the wrong way that Rann could act the way he did and no one held him accountable, regardless of how pointless debating with him was. "I'll send word to Ian later about our child."
He smiled, the realization he would soon be a father fully appreciated. "Maybe we should try to contact Dalrus too, and Flogir...."
Issac's smile grew as he remembered the soldier. "Get a room," he had told them when everyone realized Satyana and him were together.
He shook his head. "Nothing, other than what everyone else knows." He's probably eating out of Altair's hand. Somebody messed up when they made Rann's head; he'd drive Shaogorath over the edge with his insane logic.
Issac didn't betray any of his misgivings about his brother-in-law. But it rubbed him the wrong way that Rann could act the way he did and no one held him accountable, regardless of how pointless debating with him was. "I'll send word to Ian later about our child."
He smiled, the realization he would soon be a father fully appreciated. "Maybe we should try to contact Dalrus too, and Flogir...."
Issac's smile grew as he remembered the soldier. "Get a room," he had told them when everyone realized Satyana and him were together.
Rahvin
Rahvin didn't like it when Rann was brought up in conversation. He was scared for his son's safety more often than not, and he didn't like to be reminded of it. It had been about a year or so since Rann had left for the Isles, and the young dunmer hadn't been heard from since. It was a hard thing for Rahvin to think about, but he wouldn't doubt it if his son was dead.
He snapped out of his internal thoughts, took a larger sip of brandy than usual, and returned to the present conversation.
"So when should we expect this little monster?" he asked, since Satyana didn't seem to be showing any signs of carrying a child just yet.
Rahvin didn't like it when Rann was brought up in conversation. He was scared for his son's safety more often than not, and he didn't like to be reminded of it. It had been about a year or so since Rann had left for the Isles, and the young dunmer hadn't been heard from since. It was a hard thing for Rahvin to think about, but he wouldn't doubt it if his son was dead.
He snapped out of his internal thoughts, took a larger sip of brandy than usual, and returned to the present conversation.
"So when should we expect this little monster?" he asked, since Satyana didn't seem to be showing any signs of carrying a child just yet.
Indor
For a moment fear froze him. It was a scene from his nightmares: deadra, the dark. The way Rann took out the dremora amazed Indor. “How?” he gasped, “How can they be here?” He tried to smother the memories they brought back.
When the trap triggered he snapped into action. He started forward then as the floor section fell he saw them. “Atronachs,” he said, fear chocked his voice, “Careful attacking them - you hurt yourself.”
The deadra closed on them. He tried to focus and muttered a spell under his breath. The fireball would have barely lit paper. He swore and leapt back desperately thinking. His poisons were useless. The fire atronach threw a fireball. He ducked, his dark skin almost unaffected, and ran at it. It was down to luck whether he set off any traps. He knew it was a long shot but if he could keep the deadra moving one of them might. Fortune favours the bold, he thought and threw a dart.
Mild pain exploded below his ear as the deadra growled and turned towards him. Cursing himself for nit taking his own advice he danced back from it. “How can they be here?” he called to Rann.
OOC: atronachs reflect damage a bit in oblivion, if you want to ignore this I can edit
For a moment fear froze him. It was a scene from his nightmares: deadra, the dark. The way Rann took out the dremora amazed Indor. “How?” he gasped, “How can they be here?” He tried to smother the memories they brought back.
When the trap triggered he snapped into action. He started forward then as the floor section fell he saw them. “Atronachs,” he said, fear chocked his voice, “Careful attacking them - you hurt yourself.”
The deadra closed on them. He tried to focus and muttered a spell under his breath. The fireball would have barely lit paper. He swore and leapt back desperately thinking. His poisons were useless. The fire atronach threw a fireball. He ducked, his dark skin almost unaffected, and ran at it. It was down to luck whether he set off any traps. He knew it was a long shot but if he could keep the deadra moving one of them might. Fortune favours the bold, he thought and threw a dart.
Mild pain exploded below his ear as the deadra growled and turned towards him. Cursing himself for nit taking his own advice he danced back from it. “How can they be here?” he called to Rann.
OOC: atronachs reflect damage a bit in oblivion, if you want to ignore this I can edit
Brianna
Brianna noticed that Rahvin felt bad about Rann being a subject of conversation and that made her sad for him. She regretted she brought it up, and moved her chair closer to his.
"I'm so sorry, Rahvin my darling, I shouldn't have mentioned Rann. It's just that I also miss him"
She took his hand and kissed it.
He's alive, trust me darling Rahvin, he's alive I just know it, I...sort of know those things
Satyana
She also was aware of Rahvin's slight change of mood and decided to help out to take his mind of Rann.
"Monster huh?" she smiled "Well thinking about who's his grandpa it will certainly be a lil' monster"
"Well the baby is due to come in six months approximately, if everything is going as it should. I'm happy it doesn't show yet!"
Satyana went over to Rahvin and gave him a warm hug..
"I love you, father" she whispered in his ear
Brianna noticed that Rahvin felt bad about Rann being a subject of conversation and that made her sad for him. She regretted she brought it up, and moved her chair closer to his.
"I'm so sorry, Rahvin my darling, I shouldn't have mentioned Rann. It's just that I also miss him"
She took his hand and kissed it.
He's alive, trust me darling Rahvin, he's alive I just know it, I...sort of know those things
Satyana
She also was aware of Rahvin's slight change of mood and decided to help out to take his mind of Rann.
"Monster huh?" she smiled "Well thinking about who's his grandpa it will certainly be a lil' monster"
"Well the baby is due to come in six months approximately, if everything is going as it should. I'm happy it doesn't show yet!"
Satyana went over to Rahvin and gave him a warm hug..
"I love you, father" she whispered in his ear
Rann
"Does it really matter?" Rann answered Indor's question with another, jumping back to avoid the storm atronach as it became a tornado of rocks and lightning. He drew his katana and gripped it tightly for when the time was right.
When it reformed into a somewhat humanoid shape, Rann struck at it. He was well aware of the atronach's ability to reflect attacks made upon it, but mere knowledge was not enough to prepare him for the experience. His blade struck the atronach in its midsection, and Rann felt his own torso open slightly and ooze blood in response. Rann gritted his teeth and struck it once more, knowing that his attacks were stronger than the reflections of them.
This time, the atronach blocked Rann's strike with its forearm, and Rann felt as if he had just hit himself. The only thing that made him feel better was thinking that the atronach's arm hurt worse. Rann thought that there had to be a better way to dispatch these creatures, but he couldn't think of a good solution while trying to avoid being hit in the face by rock fragments.
"Does it really matter?" Rann answered Indor's question with another, jumping back to avoid the storm atronach as it became a tornado of rocks and lightning. He drew his katana and gripped it tightly for when the time was right.
When it reformed into a somewhat humanoid shape, Rann struck at it. He was well aware of the atronach's ability to reflect attacks made upon it, but mere knowledge was not enough to prepare him for the experience. His blade struck the atronach in its midsection, and Rann felt his own torso open slightly and ooze blood in response. Rann gritted his teeth and struck it once more, knowing that his attacks were stronger than the reflections of them.
This time, the atronach blocked Rann's strike with its forearm, and Rann felt as if he had just hit himself. The only thing that made him feel better was thinking that the atronach's arm hurt worse. Rann thought that there had to be a better way to dispatch these creatures, but he couldn't think of a good solution while trying to avoid being hit in the face by rock fragments.
Indor
Indor backed up another step just clear of another fiery attack. “Yes,” he called back trying to dodge past the atronach. It cut him off. “It might be possible to stop them, or send them back where they belong. “ He'd kept an eye open for any obvious marks of summoning but hadn't seen anything. He had been rather distracted through.
The deadra herded him back another step. He swore, wherever it was trying to drive him he didn’t want to be. He edged forward and it attacked. At the last moment he stepped outside the blow and behind the atronach. His foot lashed out and it lurched forward in the same movement he brought his staff down on its head.
Indor saw stars but forced himself to back away from the deadra. It stood with inexorable menace. He backed away further. On his left a stain on the floor caught his eye – the spikes. He jumped over the rigged floor and turned on his advancing foe. In a flash he threw a dart. This time the pain came from his chest. The deadra growled and started to advance.
Indor backed up another step just clear of another fiery attack. “Yes,” he called back trying to dodge past the atronach. It cut him off. “It might be possible to stop them, or send them back where they belong. “ He'd kept an eye open for any obvious marks of summoning but hadn't seen anything. He had been rather distracted through.
The deadra herded him back another step. He swore, wherever it was trying to drive him he didn’t want to be. He edged forward and it attacked. At the last moment he stepped outside the blow and behind the atronach. His foot lashed out and it lurched forward in the same movement he brought his staff down on its head.
Indor saw stars but forced himself to back away from the deadra. It stood with inexorable menace. He backed away further. On his left a stain on the floor caught his eye – the spikes. He jumped over the rigged floor and turned on his advancing foe. In a flash he threw a dart. This time the pain came from his chest. The deadra growled and started to advance.
Amili
Amili found herself working her way through town in an attempt to get to Lokken Tavern. After all that happened today, a brandy or two kept looking better and better. Pushing open the door she viewed some familiar faces. Mostly the regulars to the bar, but also Issac and Satyana. Amili shrugged of an urge to confront them and, after a moment's hesitation, placed her helm on the bar and ordered up a brandy.
Amili found herself working her way through town in an attempt to get to Lokken Tavern. After all that happened today, a brandy or two kept looking better and better. Pushing open the door she viewed some familiar faces. Mostly the regulars to the bar, but also Issac and Satyana. Amili shrugged of an urge to confront them and, after a moment's hesitation, placed her helm on the bar and ordered up a brandy.
Rann
Rann glanced over to see how Indor was faring. In his brief glimpse, he saw that Indor and the flame atronach were separated by floor spikes.
Instead of continuing his previous offensive plan against the storm atronach, he merely shouted "Switch!" to Indor, hoping that he understood. He ran from the storm atronach and barreled into the flame atronach, knocking it face first into the spikes.
Unfortunately, such a daring move left him more vulnerable than ever. He'd lost his balance trying to avoid the spikes himself, and was sprawled out on the ground. On top of that his katana had fallen out of reach and his shirt was on fire, making it evident that he was in trouble. Rann rolled on the stone floor in an attempt to put out the flames, praying that he wouldn't set off any sort of trap. With the fire neutralized, Rann laid still for a moment to catch his breath. A large figure loomed over him, and Rann recognized it as the same storm atronach. Its foot rose to stamp out the young dunmer in front of him, and Rann realized that it was too late to do anything about it.
OOC: minque - i'll try to post w/ rahvin soon.
Rann glanced over to see how Indor was faring. In his brief glimpse, he saw that Indor and the flame atronach were separated by floor spikes.
Instead of continuing his previous offensive plan against the storm atronach, he merely shouted "Switch!" to Indor, hoping that he understood. He ran from the storm atronach and barreled into the flame atronach, knocking it face first into the spikes.
Unfortunately, such a daring move left him more vulnerable than ever. He'd lost his balance trying to avoid the spikes himself, and was sprawled out on the ground. On top of that his katana had fallen out of reach and his shirt was on fire, making it evident that he was in trouble. Rann rolled on the stone floor in an attempt to put out the flames, praying that he wouldn't set off any sort of trap. With the fire neutralized, Rann laid still for a moment to catch his breath. A large figure loomed over him, and Rann recognized it as the same storm atronach. Its foot rose to stamp out the young dunmer in front of him, and Rann realized that it was too late to do anything about it.
OOC: minque - i'll try to post w/ rahvin soon.
Indor
For a moment Rann’s shout confused him then the dunmer launched himself at the flame atronach. The other daedra followed him. Indor swore and leapt past the spikes towards it but it ignored him. He pulled a dart to throw but tripped on a broken slab. As he rolled up he saw the atronach looming over Rann.
He dropped his staff and sprinted. A string of strange words tore from his mouth and even in his excitement he was surprised he had used them. The daedra stopped and half turned. He leapt. I hope I knock it far enough, he thought an instant before he cannoned into it in a fountain of sparks.
For a moment Rann’s shout confused him then the dunmer launched himself at the flame atronach. The other daedra followed him. Indor swore and leapt past the spikes towards it but it ignored him. He pulled a dart to throw but tripped on a broken slab. As he rolled up he saw the atronach looming over Rann.
He dropped his staff and sprinted. A string of strange words tore from his mouth and even in his excitement he was surprised he had used them. The daedra stopped and half turned. He leapt. I hope I knock it far enough, he thought an instant before he cannoned into it in a fountain of sparks.
Rahvin
"I love you too, Satyana," he said, hugging back. Rahvin was glad that things really seemed to be going well lately. For the first time in his life it seemed, there was a little bit of peace and quiet. He pushed back thoughts that told him it seemed a bit too quiet...
Rann
Rann was surprised when the foot above him seemed to disappear. Choosing not to question his luck any further, he sprung into action, retrieving his katana. He looked in Indor's direction and saw that his companion was entangled with the storm atronach. He approached the scene at a quick and steady pace, hoping to deal the killing blow while it was unaware of his presence.
OOC: I'm not really sure what happened in your post, Olen; did Indor cast a spell? I couldn't really tell, but I tried to reply the best I could anyway. If this doesn't make sense, let me know and I'll edit.
"I love you too, Satyana," he said, hugging back. Rahvin was glad that things really seemed to be going well lately. For the first time in his life it seemed, there was a little bit of peace and quiet. He pushed back thoughts that told him it seemed a bit too quiet...
Rann
Rann was surprised when the foot above him seemed to disappear. Choosing not to question his luck any further, he sprung into action, retrieving his katana. He looked in Indor's direction and saw that his companion was entangled with the storm atronach. He approached the scene at a quick and steady pace, hoping to deal the killing blow while it was unaware of his presence.
OOC: I'm not really sure what happened in your post, Olen; did Indor cast a spell? I couldn't really tell, but I tried to reply the best I could anyway. If this doesn't make sense, let me know and I'll edit.
Indor
Indor knew he was in trouble. The spell, if such it could be called, was part of a rite for controlling daedra during summoning. The atronach was already there and all it had done was annoy it further. And now he was stuck in a ground-fight with a monstrously strong mass of stone and lightning.
He punched its face and grimaced as his knuckles met stone. The atronach tried to throw him off. He shifted his weight down and it grabbed him and pulled him in to crush him.
He desperately reached into his shirt and pulled out a knife and held it out in front of him. With the help of the atronach’s own crushing embrace he drove the blade into its chest. Pain burst though his own and his head swam.
OOC: sorry that last post of mine made so little sense, I edited out the bit which explained it.
Might as well finish mr. atronach off now
Indor knew he was in trouble. The spell, if such it could be called, was part of a rite for controlling daedra during summoning. The atronach was already there and all it had done was annoy it further. And now he was stuck in a ground-fight with a monstrously strong mass of stone and lightning.
He punched its face and grimaced as his knuckles met stone. The atronach tried to throw him off. He shifted his weight down and it grabbed him and pulled him in to crush him.
He desperately reached into his shirt and pulled out a knife and held it out in front of him. With the help of the atronach’s own crushing embrace he drove the blade into its chest. Pain burst though his own and his head swam.
OOC: sorry that last post of mine made so little sense, I edited out the bit which explained it.
Might as well finish mr. atronach off now
Rann
Rann kicked the atronach off of Indor and was surprised to learn that it was already dead, as made evident by the knife protruding from its chest.
"Nice," he said, complimenting Indor as he held out a hand to help his companion up, "Are you alright?"
Rann kicked the atronach off of Indor and was surprised to learn that it was already dead, as made evident by the knife protruding from its chest.
"Nice," he said, complimenting Indor as he held out a hand to help his companion up, "Are you alright?"
Indor
Indor took the proffered hand and Rann pulled him to his feet. “I’ve had a lot worse,” he said. In truth the only part of him which felt damaged was his own attack had reflected on him. He rubbed at his chest a felt a tender area and the dampness of blood.
“I’d like to know who they got here,” he said then added, “And if there’s any more. Suppose there’s only one way to find out.” He went around the room avoiding the traps and collected his darts. Only one needed repair.
Indor took the proffered hand and Rann pulled him to his feet. “I’ve had a lot worse,” he said. In truth the only part of him which felt damaged was his own attack had reflected on him. He rubbed at his chest a felt a tender area and the dampness of blood.
“I’d like to know who they got here,” he said then added, “And if there’s any more. Suppose there’s only one way to find out.” He went around the room avoiding the traps and collected his darts. Only one needed repair.
Rann
"I don't know if you remember," Rann said to Indor following his exact footsteps so that he too could avoid traps, "But before we started killing daedra I mentioned that there was a switch up there."
"I don't know if you remember," Rann said to Indor following his exact footsteps so that he too could avoid traps, "But before we started killing daedra I mentioned that there was a switch up there."
Indor
“I’m afraid something must have distracted my attention,” replied Indor. He turned back towards the spike trap, “It was above this one wasn’t it?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before he edged forward to get a closer look. There was just a small switch with nothing to indicate what it might do. “We could waste time trying to work out what it does,” said Indor, “But fortune favours the bold, eh?” He grinned and lifted his staff towards the switch slowly enough that Rann could protest, but only just.
“I’m afraid something must have distracted my attention,” replied Indor. He turned back towards the spike trap, “It was above this one wasn’t it?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before he edged forward to get a closer look. There was just a small switch with nothing to indicate what it might do. “We could waste time trying to work out what it does,” said Indor, “But fortune favours the bold, eh?” He grinned and lifted his staff towards the switch slowly enough that Rann could protest, but only just.
Rann
"Go for it," he said when Indor hesitated for a moment, "Just make sure you don't kill us."
"Go for it," he said when Indor hesitated for a moment, "Just make sure you don't kill us."
Ian, Chorrol
The rain continued to fall on the streets of Chorrol as the sun was banished by the clouds. As the townspeople flitted from one location to another, one robed man strode calmly in the middle of the street, ignoring the rain drenching the outside of his crimson robes.
If he had to bet where his son and daughter-in-law were, Ian would gamble on the Lokken Tavern. In the cover of the entrance, the vampire gestured with his arm and a cloud of mist burst into existance as most of the moisture on his robes evaporated instantly.
Fairly dry now, Ian opened the double doors and walked inside. The shower seemed to be doing well for the tavern's business, the waitress never missed a beat even when she was vastly outnumbered by customers. As he stood in the doorway, someone tossed an unopened bottle of wine to him.
The vampire deftly caught the bottle, scowling at it for a moment. Then he simply shrugged and looked around for his quarry.
Satyana
While she was standing beside Rahvin's chair, she noticed someone enter the premises.
Why isn't it...?
"Issac! look, isn't it Ian who just came in?, How wonderful.." she said in a low voice, not wanting to draw attention to herself, especially if the stranger wasn't Ian...
While she was standing beside Rahvin's chair, she noticed someone enter the premises.
Why isn't it...?
"Issac! look, isn't it Ian who just came in?, How wonderful.." she said in a low voice, not wanting to draw attention to herself, especially if the stranger wasn't Ian...
Indor
Indor pushed the button and leapt back. For a moment nothing happened then there was a loud grinding noise. He looked round and saw two iron gates in the walls lift to reveal small rooms beyond. The gates finished opening and all Indor could hear was Rann’s breathing. He crept towards the nearer one, wary of any more deadra.
None appeared and he entered the small space. He almost tripped over a corpse just inside the gate. It had been a Breton but that had been quite a time ago. Indor stepped over it and looked around, there was a low table by the wall covered in books and ayleid artefacts, including some crystals.
In an instant he forget any danger and rushed over to it. There was a battered copy of ‘The Wild Elves’ which he pushed aside – its content was somewhat dubious – he whistled at what he found underneath. It was a treasure-trove of valuable texts: what looked to be an original copy of ‘Earana’s Notes’, ‘Magic from the Sky’ and the wizard’s own notes.
He started to read.
OOC: I didn’t bother with any more daedra, I can edit if you want more.
Indor pushed the button and leapt back. For a moment nothing happened then there was a loud grinding noise. He looked round and saw two iron gates in the walls lift to reveal small rooms beyond. The gates finished opening and all Indor could hear was Rann’s breathing. He crept towards the nearer one, wary of any more deadra.
None appeared and he entered the small space. He almost tripped over a corpse just inside the gate. It had been a Breton but that had been quite a time ago. Indor stepped over it and looked around, there was a low table by the wall covered in books and ayleid artefacts, including some crystals.
In an instant he forget any danger and rushed over to it. There was a battered copy of ‘The Wild Elves’ which he pushed aside – its content was somewhat dubious – he whistled at what he found underneath. It was a treasure-trove of valuable texts: what looked to be an original copy of ‘Earana’s Notes’, ‘Magic from the Sky’ and the wizard’s own notes.
He started to read.
OOC: I didn’t bother with any more daedra, I can edit if you want more.
QUOTE(Olen @ Aug 19 2008, 03:37 PM)
Indor
Indor pushed the button and leapt back. For a moment nothing happened then there was a loud grinding noise. He looked round and saw two iron gates in the walls lift to reveal small rooms beyond. The gates finished opening and all Indor could hear was Rann’s breathing. He crept towards the nearer one, wary of any more deadra.
None appeared and he entered the small space. He almost tripped over a corpse just inside the gate. It had been a Breton but that had been quite a time ago. Indor stepped over it and looked around, there was a low table by the wall covered in books and ayleid artefacts, including some crystals.
In an instant he forget any danger and rushed over to it. There was a battered copy of ‘The Wild Elves’ which he pushed aside – its content was somewhat dubious – he whistled at what he found underneath. It was a treasure-trove of valuable texts: what looked to be an original copy of ‘Earana’s Notes’, ‘Magic from the Sky’ and the wizard’s own notes.
He started to read.
OOC: I didn’t bother with any more daedra, I can edit if you want more.
Rann
Rann followed Indor into the study. The air was damp and its thickness made his lungs feel heavy. He watched for a moment while Indor read.
"Anything interesting?" he asked after a few moments. He wasn't sure if reading was the safest thing to be doing at that exact moment.
Issac
He blinked before looking toward the entrance. Even if his father wasn't still wearing his blood red robes, Issac could have picked him out. The Altmer got up and strode to meet Ian.
Ian, Lokken
Ian recognized Issac come out of the crowd and they embraced as father and son. "I figured you'd be here if you were in Chorrol at all." The vampire commented, clapping Issac on the shoulder.
"Satyana and I have something to tell you, come on." Issac said with a slyness that would make an orc curious. "He's pleased about something; I'm brimming with anticipation." Kirana stirred in the vampire's mind. Ian just returned his son's grin and followed him to the table. He nodded to Rahvin and Smacked the unopened bottle in the midst of those that had been emptied.
"So I hear you have good tidings," The vampire took in the others arrayed around the table. "Three couples all in one place, our 'family' has grown in the course of a year" Ian couldn't argue with Kirana, the realization that everyone here had personal ties to each other still amazed him.
He gestured to Satyana and Issac, "You have the floor."
OCC: Satyana can be the one to tell Ian. She's the mother after all.
He blinked before looking toward the entrance. Even if his father wasn't still wearing his blood red robes, Issac could have picked him out. The Altmer got up and strode to meet Ian.
Ian, Lokken
Ian recognized Issac come out of the crowd and they embraced as father and son. "I figured you'd be here if you were in Chorrol at all." The vampire commented, clapping Issac on the shoulder.
"Satyana and I have something to tell you, come on." Issac said with a slyness that would make an orc curious. "He's pleased about something; I'm brimming with anticipation." Kirana stirred in the vampire's mind. Ian just returned his son's grin and followed him to the table. He nodded to Rahvin and Smacked the unopened bottle in the midst of those that had been emptied.
"So I hear you have good tidings," The vampire took in the others arrayed around the table. "Three couples all in one place, our 'family' has grown in the course of a year" Ian couldn't argue with Kirana, the realization that everyone here had personal ties to each other still amazed him.
He gestured to Satyana and Issac, "You have the floor."
OCC: Satyana can be the one to tell Ian. She's the mother after all.
Indor
Indor noticed Rann’s tone and stopped reading. “Its fascinating. His theories are… outside the box… shall we say. But he backs them up well. This could be a real breakthrough.”
He bundled the papers and oddments together before crouching down beside the corpse. The Breton had been dead long enough for the worst of the stench to be gone, but it was still an unpleasant job. Indor pulled his pockets and pouches open examining their contents. Most of it was junk, but he pocketed a small notebook, an amulet of no apparent use and some coins before standing and wiping his hands off on his trousers.
“I’d like to have a quick look around and make some of my own notes before we leave,” he said to Rann.
Indor noticed Rann’s tone and stopped reading. “Its fascinating. His theories are… outside the box… shall we say. But he backs them up well. This could be a real breakthrough.”
He bundled the papers and oddments together before crouching down beside the corpse. The Breton had been dead long enough for the worst of the stench to be gone, but it was still an unpleasant job. Indor pulled his pockets and pouches open examining their contents. Most of it was junk, but he pocketed a small notebook, an amulet of no apparent use and some coins before standing and wiping his hands off on his trousers.
“I’d like to have a quick look around and make some of my own notes before we leave,” he said to Rann.
Rann
Rann took a seat on a half-rotted, overturned barrel and began to inspect his small wounds. His arm was still bleeding, as was the small gash on his midsection, but everything was still intact, for the most part.
"Take your time," he answered, "Just don't forget that we probably didn't kill everything that was in here."
Rann took a seat on a half-rotted, overturned barrel and began to inspect his small wounds. His arm was still bleeding, as was the small gash on his midsection, but everything was still intact, for the most part.
"Take your time," he answered, "Just don't forget that we probably didn't kill everything that was in here."
Satyana
She blushed a bit when everybody was looking at her, but straightened up and turned to Ian;
"Ian....you are going to be...a grandfather!, Issac and I are going to have a baby in about six months"
She sat down again and continued; "We'll call her Serene, after my grandmother"
"Iif it's a girl that is" she added nervously
Oh...that was close, I hope nobody noticed....but I do know I'll have a girl
Brianna
Brianna smiled faintly, it was good to see Ian again, she liked him despite he was a vampire. She came to think of Sadril, wondering what became of him. The memory of the long walk over the mountains that Rahvin, Sadril and herself did back then stood clearly to her.
"Two future grandpa's in one bar, let's celebrate!" She grabbed the bottle and opened it
"Anyone?"
Rahvin, you're awfully quiet....what's the matter?
She blushed a bit when everybody was looking at her, but straightened up and turned to Ian;
"Ian....you are going to be...a grandfather!, Issac and I are going to have a baby in about six months"
She sat down again and continued; "We'll call her Serene, after my grandmother"
"Iif it's a girl that is" she added nervously
Oh...that was close, I hope nobody noticed....but I do know I'll have a girl
Brianna
Brianna smiled faintly, it was good to see Ian again, she liked him despite he was a vampire. She came to think of Sadril, wondering what became of him. The memory of the long walk over the mountains that Rahvin, Sadril and herself did back then stood clearly to her.
"Two future grandpa's in one bar, let's celebrate!" She grabbed the bottle and opened it
"Anyone?"
Rahvin, you're awfully quiet....what's the matter?
Flint Ironwood, Bruma.
After making sure the pidgeon had been sent, Flint decided to make the most of his free time and went to see his new 'boss'.
Since the last year, Odrik had changed a lot. Gone was the Nord with eyes that burned like a thousand fires. Gone was the loud voice that had commanded the siege engines during the battle for the Imperial City. The man that sat in the comfortable chair, staring out of the window, mead in his hand, was a mere shadow of that man. When Flint knocked on the door to his office, he didn't respond. After a moment, Flint opened the door and walked in.
"Odrik. You really should stop drinking." The Breton said and shook his head. Odrik grumbled something incoherently and took a mighty swig of his cup. His drinking prowess was the only thing he could be proud of these days.
"Oh, come on. Odrik, stop ignoring me! Don't you want today's report or what?" Flint added somewhat annoyed after a minute of silence. This time, Odrik did respond.
"Report? I don't need no stinking report. Betsy blew up. I could see the smoke from here. It's a drat shame. Such a fine lass, now charred timber." He slurred and emptied what was left of his tankard. Subconsciously, his free hand grabbed a full bottle of mead and refilled his cup.
"Betsy? Ah, concept D. Yeah, it failed. That's why I want to fill the spheres with simple water from now on." Flint said. Odrik had an intense attachment to every siege engine under his command. He gave them all names and cared for them more than his wife. In fact, Flint had heard rumours that said wife was preparing the papers for a divorce because she felt neglected.
The Breton looked around the office while absentmindedly stroking his beard. The place was a wreck, even moreso than last time he'd visited. Documents were piled up everywhere, documents that Odrik should have processed weeks ago. Empty bottles of mead littered the floor and a bucket stood in a far corner. Flint leaned in closer to see what was in the bucket but soon turned away in disgust.
"Gods! Odrik, why do you use a bucket as a toilet? Have you even been out of your office for five seconds today?" He sighed.
Odrik shrugged.
"Why should I?" He asked.
"Why? Well, if you don't go home and take a bath, your wife is going to leave you for one." Flint argued.
"So? Let her. Don't care. Let her leave. All I wanted was to make this project work, to build the best siege engine ever. An engine that would go down into history, as famous as Tiber Septim, a machine as famous as Numidium. That's all I wanted. But it's never going to happen, I see that now." Tears streamed down Odrik's face as he remembered his dreams. His tankard moved to meet his lips, only to suddenly be torn from his grip by an invisible hand and thrown through the window with great force.
"Stop wallowing in self-pity, idiot! You're making me sick!" Flint shouted angrily.
"That was some good mead. It's a shame you threw it away." Odrik whispered.
"Gods! Look at you! You're a wreck! I'm not the type to comment on other people's drinking habits, but you have been completely wasted for way too long! I don't know what you're thinking, but I haven't given up yet! Just so you know, we still have those plans for importing an authentic Dwemer ballista from Morrowind and we can still make concept D work if we just keep trying!" Flint turned around and stomped away to the door. He was no longer in the mood to deal with the Nord.
"Yo, Flint buddy. You're right, I've given up. But not because our concepts don't work. They do. It's because there's foul play going on here."
Flint froze at the door.
"Foul play?" He asked warily. Odrik swung his chair around so he could look at the old Breton.
"Foul play. I wasn't convinced at first, but now I'm sure of it. You see, not only the prototypes keep failing, but those three old-style catapults we built last month? They used Rotten nails, all of them. The first bit of a rain and they fell apart, irreparable. One catapult getting through our quality-check? Unlikely, but possible. Two more, after I sharpened the checks? Impossible." He said softly, yet with an echo of his old spark.
Flint frowned.
"So you're suggesting...sabotage? But who would stand to gain anything from that?" He wondered out loud. Odrik sighed.
"Don't ask me. I'd say an Akaviri spy most likely. During the war, there were Imperials fighting on their side. Imperials, Bretons, all the scum of Cyrodiil. I wouldn't be surprised if one or more of them went undercover after the loss of their commander. We all know we haven't delivered the decisive blow to the snakes yet. We scattered them, forced them to retreat. But as long as they're not wiped out to the last scaled tail, there is no peace."
Flint nodded.
"I'll take some time off to investigate this. If there is an Akaviri spy, I'm going to find him and skin him till he tells us what colour socks his grandmother wore." He said.
"But you will have to take over for me in the meantime, Odrik." He added with a sly grin.
After making sure the pidgeon had been sent, Flint decided to make the most of his free time and went to see his new 'boss'.
Since the last year, Odrik had changed a lot. Gone was the Nord with eyes that burned like a thousand fires. Gone was the loud voice that had commanded the siege engines during the battle for the Imperial City. The man that sat in the comfortable chair, staring out of the window, mead in his hand, was a mere shadow of that man. When Flint knocked on the door to his office, he didn't respond. After a moment, Flint opened the door and walked in.
"Odrik. You really should stop drinking." The Breton said and shook his head. Odrik grumbled something incoherently and took a mighty swig of his cup. His drinking prowess was the only thing he could be proud of these days.
"Oh, come on. Odrik, stop ignoring me! Don't you want today's report or what?" Flint added somewhat annoyed after a minute of silence. This time, Odrik did respond.
"Report? I don't need no stinking report. Betsy blew up. I could see the smoke from here. It's a drat shame. Such a fine lass, now charred timber." He slurred and emptied what was left of his tankard. Subconsciously, his free hand grabbed a full bottle of mead and refilled his cup.
"Betsy? Ah, concept D. Yeah, it failed. That's why I want to fill the spheres with simple water from now on." Flint said. Odrik had an intense attachment to every siege engine under his command. He gave them all names and cared for them more than his wife. In fact, Flint had heard rumours that said wife was preparing the papers for a divorce because she felt neglected.
The Breton looked around the office while absentmindedly stroking his beard. The place was a wreck, even moreso than last time he'd visited. Documents were piled up everywhere, documents that Odrik should have processed weeks ago. Empty bottles of mead littered the floor and a bucket stood in a far corner. Flint leaned in closer to see what was in the bucket but soon turned away in disgust.
"Gods! Odrik, why do you use a bucket as a toilet? Have you even been out of your office for five seconds today?" He sighed.
Odrik shrugged.
"Why should I?" He asked.
"Why? Well, if you don't go home and take a bath, your wife is going to leave you for one." Flint argued.
"So? Let her. Don't care. Let her leave. All I wanted was to make this project work, to build the best siege engine ever. An engine that would go down into history, as famous as Tiber Septim, a machine as famous as Numidium. That's all I wanted. But it's never going to happen, I see that now." Tears streamed down Odrik's face as he remembered his dreams. His tankard moved to meet his lips, only to suddenly be torn from his grip by an invisible hand and thrown through the window with great force.
"Stop wallowing in self-pity, idiot! You're making me sick!" Flint shouted angrily.
"That was some good mead. It's a shame you threw it away." Odrik whispered.
"Gods! Look at you! You're a wreck! I'm not the type to comment on other people's drinking habits, but you have been completely wasted for way too long! I don't know what you're thinking, but I haven't given up yet! Just so you know, we still have those plans for importing an authentic Dwemer ballista from Morrowind and we can still make concept D work if we just keep trying!" Flint turned around and stomped away to the door. He was no longer in the mood to deal with the Nord.
"Yo, Flint buddy. You're right, I've given up. But not because our concepts don't work. They do. It's because there's foul play going on here."
Flint froze at the door.
"Foul play?" He asked warily. Odrik swung his chair around so he could look at the old Breton.
"Foul play. I wasn't convinced at first, but now I'm sure of it. You see, not only the prototypes keep failing, but those three old-style catapults we built last month? They used Rotten nails, all of them. The first bit of a rain and they fell apart, irreparable. One catapult getting through our quality-check? Unlikely, but possible. Two more, after I sharpened the checks? Impossible." He said softly, yet with an echo of his old spark.
Flint frowned.
"So you're suggesting...sabotage? But who would stand to gain anything from that?" He wondered out loud. Odrik sighed.
"Don't ask me. I'd say an Akaviri spy most likely. During the war, there were Imperials fighting on their side. Imperials, Bretons, all the scum of Cyrodiil. I wouldn't be surprised if one or more of them went undercover after the loss of their commander. We all know we haven't delivered the decisive blow to the snakes yet. We scattered them, forced them to retreat. But as long as they're not wiped out to the last scaled tail, there is no peace."
Flint nodded.
"I'll take some time off to investigate this. If there is an Akaviri spy, I'm going to find him and skin him till he tells us what colour socks his grandmother wore." He said.
"But you will have to take over for me in the meantime, Odrik." He added with a sly grin.
Ian
The ramifications hit home, Ian blinked. "Well," Kirana began. "If that's not a closure then I don't know what is." Musing the possibility was one thing, but the news that Satyana was pregnant with Issac's child was more profound than many could imagine. A decade and a half ago, Ian and Kirana had found a orphaned noble boy in the rubble of the Temple District. Now he had grown and was set to father his own child.
It was one of those life-affirming revelations that few were fortunate enough to experience personally. Ian felt his spirits soar and a genuine smile came to his face. The vampire forgot about Umbranox, Amrita, and Altair for one moment in his existance he was truly alive.
He glanced to Brianna with a spark in his eyes. "The mother should avoid getting drunk for the time being." Then Ian got up, "But celebration there will be. I'll return shortly."
Issac
Issac knew he couldn't imagine the rush his "father" was having from this. But it clearly had a profound affect on him. He hadn't known Ian to be so overjoyed by anything, compared to his normal reservation it was an epiphany. Seeing his patron react like this drove the point deeper for him. I'm going to be a father. Just like Ian was to me.
Ian managed to dodge through the travern's crowd with and walk outside in a matter of moments. Issac turned to Satyana, cupping her cheek with his right hand. "I've never seen Ian so happy in my life."
The ramifications hit home, Ian blinked. "Well," Kirana began. "If that's not a closure then I don't know what is." Musing the possibility was one thing, but the news that Satyana was pregnant with Issac's child was more profound than many could imagine. A decade and a half ago, Ian and Kirana had found a orphaned noble boy in the rubble of the Temple District. Now he had grown and was set to father his own child.
It was one of those life-affirming revelations that few were fortunate enough to experience personally. Ian felt his spirits soar and a genuine smile came to his face. The vampire forgot about Umbranox, Amrita, and Altair for one moment in his existance he was truly alive.
He glanced to Brianna with a spark in his eyes. "The mother should avoid getting drunk for the time being." Then Ian got up, "But celebration there will be. I'll return shortly."
Issac
Issac knew he couldn't imagine the rush his "father" was having from this. But it clearly had a profound affect on him. He hadn't known Ian to be so overjoyed by anything, compared to his normal reservation it was an epiphany. Seeing his patron react like this drove the point deeper for him. I'm going to be a father. Just like Ian was to me.
Ian managed to dodge through the travern's crowd with and walk outside in a matter of moments. Issac turned to Satyana, cupping her cheek with his right hand. "I've never seen Ian so happy in my life."
Rahvin
Rahvin accepted Brianna's offer and she poured him a drink. As he watched the conversation unfold before him, he couldn't help but be amused at the strange look of a sincerely touched vampire.
"I'm not sure the world's seen anyone that happy before," he added to Issac's statement.
Rahvin accepted Brianna's offer and she poured him a drink. As he watched the conversation unfold before him, he couldn't help but be amused at the strange look of a sincerely touched vampire.
"I'm not sure the world's seen anyone that happy before," he added to Issac's statement.
Brianna
She smiled. Ian looked so...ehh alive! That was remarkable. She noticed his remark on the "mother not getting drunk" and laughed;
"Don't worry old friend, the drinks are for us! Satyana gets nothing stronger than comberry juice"
Then turning to Rahvin she continued:
"Soo, werent you happy when Serene handed you Rannie? I've heard you were, dearest" She took his hand and squeezed it devotingly.
Satyana
"I'm glad he's happy. I think he needs that feeling. Our baby will get the best grandparents in the whole of Nirn" she added happily
She smiled. Ian looked so...ehh alive! That was remarkable. She noticed his remark on the "mother not getting drunk" and laughed;
"Don't worry old friend, the drinks are for us! Satyana gets nothing stronger than comberry juice"
Then turning to Rahvin she continued:
"Soo, werent you happy when Serene handed you Rannie? I've heard you were, dearest" She took his hand and squeezed it devotingly.
Satyana
"I'm glad he's happy. I think he needs that feeling. Our baby will get the best grandparents in the whole of Nirn" she added happily
Ian, Northern Goods and Trade
"In over a decade I have never seen you in such high spirits, Ian." Seed-Neeus commented after the agent appeared suddenly and made a rather abnormal purchase for one of his nature.
"There are things that can cause a complete change in people, one of those things has just happened." Ian replied, handing the Argonian a bag of gold. "Issac's wife, Satyana, is with child; he's going to be a father soon!"
Seed-Neeus smiled to herself as she remembered the Altmer lad Ian had raised as his own. "If Satyana needs any help with small things, Dar-Ma will be happy to help."
"I'll remember," Ian said as he took the sack and left the shop. Neeus shook her head, smiling to herself. Now she'd seen everything.
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Satyana
"I'm glad he's happy. I think he needs that feeling. Our baby will get the best grandparents in the whole of Nirn" she added happily
"I'm glad he's happy. I think he needs that feeling. Our baby will get the best grandparents in the whole of Nirn" she added happily
Issac
When Satyana mentioned grandparents, he realized yet again that Kirana was gone. She had worked with Ian to raise him, teaching him what he knew of magic and people. Kirana had more of a mother to him than the Altmer woman who had perished during the Oblivion Crisis.
I miss her so much, Remembering his matron's passing sobered Issac a bit. I'll make her proud, our child will know who her grandmother was.
He came out of his reverie and replied, "couldn't think of anyone better."
Indor
Indor nodded and went back into the main chamber with a quill and a few blank parchments he had taken from the dead mage. First he wandered around it looking for anything of interest and memorising the locations of the traps. He came across the body of the dremora, its throat slit. He shuddered: he hated the things. The way Rann had taken it out still had him wandering, it was either extreme luck or there was more to the dunmer than he let on. Indor didn’t think it was luck.
The mage had already gathered almost everything of interest but he did find another stone in a bracket on the wall. He also found several inscriptions on the walls and pillars. He sat down and copied them. It was a slow process as, for the most part, he didn’t recognise the letters, let alone words. Someone might though and it might be of interest – there were certainly enough traps to suggest that it had been a place of some importance.
He lost himself in the work and once he’d done copying he gave a couple of the traps a careful examination and drew a plan of the room itself. There was a small tunnel going away in the opposite direction from where they’d entered. He was examining it when he became aware of shuffling footsteps. He looked round. They came again from down the tunnel. He opened his mouth to speak then realised that it probably wasn’t Rann. From within his shirt he drew a dart, he drew the cork off it revealing a tip sticky with poison.
I hope this isn’t an atronach, he thought easing forward into the narrow space. He raised the torch to light his way. The footsteps stopped then started more quickly. A scamp hurried round a corner into the light. An instant later Indor’s dart took it in the chest. It screamed and ran at him. Four steps later it dropped. Indor listened for another but heard nothing. “Hmmm,” he muttered to himself, “Four steps, poison must be going off.”
Indor nodded and went back into the main chamber with a quill and a few blank parchments he had taken from the dead mage. First he wandered around it looking for anything of interest and memorising the locations of the traps. He came across the body of the dremora, its throat slit. He shuddered: he hated the things. The way Rann had taken it out still had him wandering, it was either extreme luck or there was more to the dunmer than he let on. Indor didn’t think it was luck.
The mage had already gathered almost everything of interest but he did find another stone in a bracket on the wall. He also found several inscriptions on the walls and pillars. He sat down and copied them. It was a slow process as, for the most part, he didn’t recognise the letters, let alone words. Someone might though and it might be of interest – there were certainly enough traps to suggest that it had been a place of some importance.
He lost himself in the work and once he’d done copying he gave a couple of the traps a careful examination and drew a plan of the room itself. There was a small tunnel going away in the opposite direction from where they’d entered. He was examining it when he became aware of shuffling footsteps. He looked round. They came again from down the tunnel. He opened his mouth to speak then realised that it probably wasn’t Rann. From within his shirt he drew a dart, he drew the cork off it revealing a tip sticky with poison.
I hope this isn’t an atronach, he thought easing forward into the narrow space. He raised the torch to light his way. The footsteps stopped then started more quickly. A scamp hurried round a corner into the light. An instant later Indor’s dart took it in the chest. It screamed and ran at him. Four steps later it dropped. Indor listened for another but heard nothing. “Hmmm,” he muttered to himself, “Four steps, poison must be going off.”
Sorian, Chorrol gates.
Sorian was still recovering from the fight and resulting chaos.
"Ugh, I never want that to happen again. Geez, what does a guy need to do so that the guards leave him alone? Something other than giving up his sword." He grumbled to himself. He made for the gate, but then realized that there were more guards in the city itself and the earlier events would be likely to repeat themselves if he met one.
So instead, the Redguard loitered just outside the gates, pacing back and forth.
"Can't go in, not without surrendering my sword, which I won't do ever. Can't leave, cause I'm rather tired and would like to sleep in a real bed for tonight. What to do, what to do?" He thought. After thinking for a few minutes, he got an idea. It was stupid, so stupid he considered he might as well stab himself right from the start, but it was the only one he had.
Sorian clenched and unclenched his fists before striding purposefully to the very same pair of guards that had attacked him earlier.
"Now, I know we are not exactly on the best of terms, so I shall be brief. I want to enter your city. However, you won't let me in unless I surrender my sword. That, is a demand I cannot comply with." He spoke. The two guards eyed him angrily and were already reaching for their broadswords again. One of them checked around him to see if anyone was close enough to interfere this time.
"So perhaps we can come to a compromise? You let me in, with my sword. In return, I'll report to the barracks right away and present myself for some...volunteer guard duty? Mercenary, no need for payment?"
"Gods, I hope they're not going to laugh me in the face. This sounds so dumb."
Sorian was still recovering from the fight and resulting chaos.
"Ugh, I never want that to happen again. Geez, what does a guy need to do so that the guards leave him alone? Something other than giving up his sword." He grumbled to himself. He made for the gate, but then realized that there were more guards in the city itself and the earlier events would be likely to repeat themselves if he met one.
So instead, the Redguard loitered just outside the gates, pacing back and forth.
"Can't go in, not without surrendering my sword, which I won't do ever. Can't leave, cause I'm rather tired and would like to sleep in a real bed for tonight. What to do, what to do?" He thought. After thinking for a few minutes, he got an idea. It was stupid, so stupid he considered he might as well stab himself right from the start, but it was the only one he had.
Sorian clenched and unclenched his fists before striding purposefully to the very same pair of guards that had attacked him earlier.
"Now, I know we are not exactly on the best of terms, so I shall be brief. I want to enter your city. However, you won't let me in unless I surrender my sword. That, is a demand I cannot comply with." He spoke. The two guards eyed him angrily and were already reaching for their broadswords again. One of them checked around him to see if anyone was close enough to interfere this time.
"So perhaps we can come to a compromise? You let me in, with my sword. In return, I'll report to the barracks right away and present myself for some...volunteer guard duty? Mercenary, no need for payment?"
"Gods, I hope they're not going to laugh me in the face. This sounds so dumb."
QUOTE(Olen @ Aug 24 2008, 01:38 PM)
Indor
Indor nodded and went back into the main chamber with a quill and a few blank parchments he had taken from the dead mage. First he wandered around it looking for anything of interest and memorising the locations of the traps. He came across the body of the dremora, its throat slit. He shuddered: he hated the things. The way Rann had taken it out still had him wandering, it was either extreme luck or there was more to the dunmer than he let on. Indor didn’t think it was luck.
The mage had already gathered almost everything of interest but he did find another stone in a bracket on the wall. He also found several inscriptions on the walls and pillars. He sat down and copied them. It was a slow process as, for the most part, he didn’t recognise the letters, let alone words. Someone might though and it might be of interest – there were certainly enough traps to suggest that it had been a place of some importance.
He lost himself in the work and once he’d done copying he gave a couple of the traps a careful examination and drew a plan of the room itself. There was a small tunnel going away in the opposite direction from where they’d entered. He was examining it when he became aware of shuffling footsteps. He looked round. They came again from down the tunnel. He opened his mouth to speak then realised that it probably wasn’t Rann. From within his shirt he drew a dart, he drew the cork off it revealing a tip sticky with poison.
I hope this isn’t an atronach, he thought easing forward into the narrow space. He raised the torch to light his way. The footsteps stopped then started more quickly. A scamp hurried round a corner into the light. An instant later Indor’s dart took it in the chest. It screamed and ran at him. Four steps later it dropped. Indor listened for another but heard nothing. “Hmmm,” he muttered to himself, “Four steps, poison must be going off.”
Rann
While he sat, Rann noticed that Indor was beginning to stray down a strange tunnel. With a sigh, he stood, and headed quietly in that direction.
He entered the tunnel a few moments after Indor, and heard a small commotion. He continued on, only to spot him standing near a dead (but twitching) scamp. He relaxed visibly when he realized that there was no immediate danger.
"Why so many daedra?" he asked quietly, "I don't see any cultists or mages."
Flint Ironwood, Bruma.
Outside Odrik's office, Flint stopped to think. The whole idea of a saboteur still felt unlikely to him but he had to admit that their constant failures were becoming a bit suspicious.
"But damn, who could possibly be a spy? I don't think it was someone of the siege division. Everyone of them we put on the project was also there during the battle last year. On our side of the walls. And if it isn't one of them, then who is it?" He thought and shook his head.
"Crap, I haven't even begun yet and already I feel like I'm in over my head."
After some debate, Flint came up with the bare bones of a potential plan. But first, he wanted to make the investigation official, by involving the legion.
Several minutes later, the grey-haired Breton walked into the Bruma barracks, where those guards that were off-duty tended to hang around. He wasn't dissapointed in his expectations, as there were indeed over two dozen guards present. Some were gambling, others where armwrestling and some were merely talking or watching the gambling and armwrestling. All in all, the atmosphere was light and relaxed.
"Ok, everyone. Listen up!" Flint shouted over the noise. Everyone in the room turned his or her head towards him, some slower than others.
Flint took a few more steps into the room before he continued.
"For those among you who may not yet know me, I'll introduce myself. My name is Flint Ironwood, and I'm a member of the Bruma Siege Division. Specifically, a member of the development branch. Now as I bet you all know, the Siege Division has been developing some new engines over the past few months and as you also know, we haven't been very succesfull in our endeavours."
The Breton looked around the room to observe the effect of his introduction.
"The reason for that, as we've discovered, is sabotage. Somewhere, there is a traitor in this city, one that is actively undermining our efforts at rebuilding our defenses after the war. We're running an investigation right now and that's why I'm here. I would like to enlist the aid of the guards when we're going to make our arrest." He then spoke.
"And also, I want you to gossip, put the word out on the street that this spy, whoever he is, is about to get nailed down hard."
"So, can I count on your help?"
Outside Odrik's office, Flint stopped to think. The whole idea of a saboteur still felt unlikely to him but he had to admit that their constant failures were becoming a bit suspicious.
"But damn, who could possibly be a spy? I don't think it was someone of the siege division. Everyone of them we put on the project was also there during the battle last year. On our side of the walls. And if it isn't one of them, then who is it?" He thought and shook his head.
"Crap, I haven't even begun yet and already I feel like I'm in over my head."
After some debate, Flint came up with the bare bones of a potential plan. But first, he wanted to make the investigation official, by involving the legion.
Several minutes later, the grey-haired Breton walked into the Bruma barracks, where those guards that were off-duty tended to hang around. He wasn't dissapointed in his expectations, as there were indeed over two dozen guards present. Some were gambling, others where armwrestling and some were merely talking or watching the gambling and armwrestling. All in all, the atmosphere was light and relaxed.
"Ok, everyone. Listen up!" Flint shouted over the noise. Everyone in the room turned his or her head towards him, some slower than others.
Flint took a few more steps into the room before he continued.
"For those among you who may not yet know me, I'll introduce myself. My name is Flint Ironwood, and I'm a member of the Bruma Siege Division. Specifically, a member of the development branch. Now as I bet you all know, the Siege Division has been developing some new engines over the past few months and as you also know, we haven't been very succesfull in our endeavours."
The Breton looked around the room to observe the effect of his introduction.
"The reason for that, as we've discovered, is sabotage. Somewhere, there is a traitor in this city, one that is actively undermining our efforts at rebuilding our defenses after the war. We're running an investigation right now and that's why I'm here. I would like to enlist the aid of the guards when we're going to make our arrest." He then spoke.
"And also, I want you to gossip, put the word out on the street that this spy, whoever he is, is about to get nailed down hard."
"So, can I count on your help?"
Indor
Indor bent to retrieve his dart. The presence of the daedra puzzled him almost as much as it worried him. He gave the scamp’s corpse a kick then stood. “These are no temporary conjurations,” he said, “They haven’t faded at all. That means their physical presences have come across.” He paused to think, “I suppose its possible that they came to our plane during the oblivion crisis and were stranded. They might have holed up here since.”
It was possible, and he wanted to believe it. He didn’t want to have anything to do with summoning again.
OOC I’m not sure where (if anywhere) you want to take this. I’m ready to leave the ruin but if you have any more fun planned for it then fire away.
Indor bent to retrieve his dart. The presence of the daedra puzzled him almost as much as it worried him. He gave the scamp’s corpse a kick then stood. “These are no temporary conjurations,” he said, “They haven’t faded at all. That means their physical presences have come across.” He paused to think, “I suppose its possible that they came to our plane during the oblivion crisis and were stranded. They might have holed up here since.”
It was possible, and he wanted to believe it. He didn’t want to have anything to do with summoning again.
OOC I’m not sure where (if anywhere) you want to take this. I’m ready to leave the ruin but if you have any more fun planned for it then fire away.
OOC: nah, I'm done with the ruin too.
Rann
"So is there anything else to look at here?" he asked as Indor returned with the dart.
"We've got brandy waiting."
Antus
Antus sat in a ring of off-duty guards surrounding a small table. In his left hand was a bottle of ale, and his right held five cards. He had in front of him a moderate pile of gold, but he knew it would get larger. The cards were favoring him at the moment, though he could barely read them through the cloud of alcohol in his brain. He laughed, but by the time he raised his bet, he'd forgotten the joke. The stakes were high, and the climax of the game appeared as the time came to show the cards.
In one terrible moment, the game was put on hold as an authority figure appeared. As he listened, he began to look around at all his fellow guardsmen. Being a newcomer, he now had to be extra cautious about his companions being traitors.
When the speaker asked his final question, Antus took another look around his peers to see what their reactions were...
Rann
"So is there anything else to look at here?" he asked as Indor returned with the dart.
"We've got brandy waiting."
Antus
Antus sat in a ring of off-duty guards surrounding a small table. In his left hand was a bottle of ale, and his right held five cards. He had in front of him a moderate pile of gold, but he knew it would get larger. The cards were favoring him at the moment, though he could barely read them through the cloud of alcohol in his brain. He laughed, but by the time he raised his bet, he'd forgotten the joke. The stakes were high, and the climax of the game appeared as the time came to show the cards.
In one terrible moment, the game was put on hold as an authority figure appeared. As he listened, he began to look around at all his fellow guardsmen. Being a newcomer, he now had to be extra cautious about his companions being traitors.
When the speaker asked his final question, Antus took another look around his peers to see what their reactions were...
Indor
“No, I’d say we’ve been successful here. I’ll just get the stuff.” Indor walked past Rann and back into the little side room and bundled the papers and finds together in the dead mages threadbare blanket. He re-emerged with them and walked back out the ruin.
The air outside was pleasantly fresh after the ruin. He was surprised how long they had been underground. He stretched and turned to Rann. “Do you think we should camp a bit away from the ruin? Or shall we crack open the brandy now? Or both?” he grinned.
“No, I’d say we’ve been successful here. I’ll just get the stuff.” Indor walked past Rann and back into the little side room and bundled the papers and finds together in the dead mages threadbare blanket. He re-emerged with them and walked back out the ruin.
The air outside was pleasantly fresh after the ruin. He was surprised how long they had been underground. He stretched and turned to Rann. “Do you think we should camp a bit away from the ruin? Or shall we crack open the brandy now? Or both?” he grinned.
Bruma, Legionnaire barracks.
One man, a captain when onduty, just another regular man when not, answered.
"Why, certainly the Legion shall help. Treason is a crime after all, and crimes are what we are meant to fight. That, and invaders." He said and shrugged casually.
"But then again, invasion is another crime, so it all boils down to the same thing in the end." He muttered.
"Excuse me?" A Nord called. Flint turned his eyes at the legionnaire.
"Yes? Is there a question you'd like to ask?" He inquired politely.
"Well, yes. Who exactly is this traitor?" The Nord asked in return. Flint made a dismissing gesture with one of his hands before answering.
"Ah, that. We are already quite sure of the traitor's identity, but I want to make some last inquiries to make absolutely sure. Till then, I'd prefer to keep the suspect's identity a secret. No offense, but I know you people sometimes do your job too well. If I told you right now, you'd all keep an eye on him and if he were to notice...Let's just say I'd like to keep the element of surprise. I hope you don't mind."
Flint swept his gaze across the room.
"Any further questions?"
One man, a captain when onduty, just another regular man when not, answered.
"Why, certainly the Legion shall help. Treason is a crime after all, and crimes are what we are meant to fight. That, and invaders." He said and shrugged casually.
"But then again, invasion is another crime, so it all boils down to the same thing in the end." He muttered.
"Excuse me?" A Nord called. Flint turned his eyes at the legionnaire.
"Yes? Is there a question you'd like to ask?" He inquired politely.
"Well, yes. Who exactly is this traitor?" The Nord asked in return. Flint made a dismissing gesture with one of his hands before answering.
"Ah, that. We are already quite sure of the traitor's identity, but I want to make some last inquiries to make absolutely sure. Till then, I'd prefer to keep the suspect's identity a secret. No offense, but I know you people sometimes do your job too well. If I told you right now, you'd all keep an eye on him and if he were to notice...Let's just say I'd like to keep the element of surprise. I hope you don't mind."
Flint swept his gaze across the room.
"Any further questions?"
OOC: sorry I haven't been around lately, school has me busy. i'll try to post with other characters soon.
Rann
"Both sounds good," he answered, bending down to pick up the two bottles he had stashed a few hours earlier. He continued to drink from the one he had already sampled and handed the unopened one to Indor.
He shouldered his pack and they headed in the general direction of Chorrol, drinking as they did. As the city gates became visible on the horizon, Rann suddenly realized how close he really was to facing problems he'd tried to leave behind a year before. Satyana surely hated him by now, and it had been ages since he'd spoken to anyone else. He took a few more sips from his bottle.
Rann
"Both sounds good," he answered, bending down to pick up the two bottles he had stashed a few hours earlier. He continued to drink from the one he had already sampled and handed the unopened one to Indor.
He shouldered his pack and they headed in the general direction of Chorrol, drinking as they did. As the city gates became visible on the horizon, Rann suddenly realized how close he really was to facing problems he'd tried to leave behind a year before. Satyana surely hated him by now, and it had been ages since he'd spoken to anyone else. He took a few more sips from his bottle.
Indor
Indor was pleased to see the city gates on the horizon. He took another swallow from his severly diminished bottle and paused to gather himself. He noticed Rann swigging heavily from his bottle as he looked at the gates.
“What’s Chorrol like?” Indor asked, “In fact I’m not sure I ever asked why you’re headed there.”
He took another drink of the brandy.
Indor was pleased to see the city gates on the horizon. He took another swallow from his severly diminished bottle and paused to gather himself. He noticed Rann swigging heavily from his bottle as he looked at the gates.
“What’s Chorrol like?” Indor asked, “In fact I’m not sure I ever asked why you’re headed there.”
He took another drink of the brandy.
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