"It...it was nothing...I had a bad dream, thats all..." Jo'puma went back to sleep.

Casamir entered the hotel again, to see the hotel keeper pased out. He then went upstairs to his room, and went to bed.

.......The next day........

Jo'puma woke up, put his things back on, and went downstairs. "Goodmorning!" said Casamir and the Hotel Keeper at the same time. "Whats for breakfast?" said Jo'puma, as he sat down. "Sweetcakes, apples, bread, and carrots!" Jo'puma got Two carrots, an apple and a sweetcake. Casamir had two apples and two carrots. "Today we go to see the Mane" said Casamir, as he took a bite of an apple. "I would be honored to see him".

t'jirra

t'jirra bounded happilly down the stairs as the smell of sweetcakes wafted through his nose. "sweetcakes! so we really ARE home!" he exclaimed as he grabbed two for himself and a couple carotts to improve his night vision.

mabolg

mabolg rolled over in bed and lurched down the stairs. he was hungry after the trip. he snatched up 4 or five apples and three sweetcakes and gobbled them down within a minute. "so can we fight today?" he growled through his food.

"After we speak to the Mane, then we might be able to fight." said Casamir. Jo'puma, Casamir, T'jiira and Mabolg finished there breakfast. "I will go wake up Andareth and Zarador." said Jo'puma, as he headed upstairs.

Andareth, going downstairs to eat after being waked up

"Let's see what they have here...Hm, apples, sweetcakes and carrots. Some scrib jerky stew mixed with some fine grilled Nix hound flesh would have been good now, but I'm not in Morrowind sadly. Don't you have any meat here?" Andareth asked in a rather grumpy tone.

OOC: Sorry for not asking what happened, but he didn't see anything alarming. Besides, he was rather embarassed that he kicked the door open like some idiot and he wanted to get away as fast as possible. Anyway, good thing you backed up for me DungeonHunter.

t'jirra

t'jirra decided not to have his skooma today, as he wanted to make a good impression for the mane. "no meat in the desert. no scribs, no nix hounds." he replied to andareth.

mabolg

mabolg sat in the the chair near the fireplace (in the desert?) and wondered what the mane would ask of him.

Off Topic:I was going to do Jack's character for him, because he isn't on right now, but I can not do it well. I can not think like Jack, a can not do Zarador's personality. If someone can do him, that would be nice, because we need to get to the mane. Or should we wait for him?

Andareth, upset because of the lack of food that he likes

"Very well then, I will have to settle for these...vegetables. A life lived out of Morrowind has acustomed me to foreign food. But I still think about the food in Morrowind. I could never forget the first time I tasted raw Guar meat. It tasted like rubber, but the hunters said that it made it them strong. I never really did like raw Guar meat. Grilled Guar meat, now that's what I like. To change the subject a little, what does this Mane look like?" Andareth asked his companions.

mabolg:

mabolg listened intently, because he had never seen the mane before, and wanted an idea of what he was like.




OOC: mmm... lets just take awhile to get to the mane, and if he isnt on then we can do his part minimally.

zarador is kind of a fun guy who would want to make a good impression for the mane, however he can be stuck up a little. as for centurion...i dunno lol

"Well, he is not like other khajiits. He has a long mustatche (OOC(Ones that chines people have, lol)OOC), his fur is light grey, and his eyes are gold. He is an old man, 46, in fact. For clothing, he wears the manes of other khajiits around his neck, and wears a bright green robe." said Casamir.

[b][u]Andareth, listening[u][b]

"He wears the manes of other Khajitii? Like a hunter? If that's the case, I have to confess that I, and a few of my friends, liked to play "Mane" when we were little. Of course, the fur of the slave Khajitii grew back again...eventually." Andareth said, remembering his childhood.


OOC:Ok then, it's settled. We wait for Jack and then we resume the RP. The only problem is that I'm leaving for the mountains today and I may be gone for a few days. I'm sure someone can stand in for Andareth though, his personality is not that hard to emulate.

t'jirra

"t'jirra hears talk that the mane's local legion could not root out this sorcerer." t'jirra said, ignoring the dunmer. drawing on the gossip he had heard before leaving for this mission.

mabolg

mabolg is waiting to leave


OOC: woot! page 4 and 3!

OOC: so when should we stop? like standing outside the mane's place?

I believe we stop until Jack logs in. When does he usualy log in?

mmm lets review his posts.

edit: oooh i dont know what time zone hes in...but i'll usually be on around 11 pm my time.

Well he lives in Holland, and I think that's a few hours behind my time. I mean, I live in Romania and it's 9:29 AM here. What's the time in America?

1:37 a.m. in the midwest

BTW: you have good english

Here in the Central Area of America its 1:31 AM.

We both posted at the same time....Ironic?

haha yeah

what state are you in?

1:37 AM, that means that you're one hour past Midnight right? Well, Holland is a few hours behind Romania, so that means that Jack is sleeping right now. Let's give him some time to wake up.

And thanks for the compliment with the English, I've been told that before. Who said Cartoon Network is bad?

sure. i'll just check the forum occasionally.

unfortunately, i'll have to be getting to sleep in maybe like 3 hours, sorry.

Indiana, the lower part, witch means I'm right at the edge of the time zone.

Maybe I should sing a song......*ahem*....

'Oh weak up dear Jack, my friend, we want to play this Role Play Game. If you-do not wake-I don't know- what I'll do. My dear Jack, we need you, we want to play this Role Play. We want-to get to-the mane-of Elsweyr. NOOOOO!!! Please don't sleep Jack, my friend.'

Yeah, its not working.

oh well damn. maybe if griff shouts really loud, jack could hear him.

If we've still got some time, I'll make use of it. Can we have something like a rule to make the roleplaying easier? I've been thinking, it would be much easier if we try to post in an orderly manner. I mean, if one sees that no one is posting, that one should post. When we see that someone's posting we should let them post. It prevents mix-ups, like me writting that post with the food while GunsnArmor was going to call my character. What do you think?

Sure, sounds good. But I doubt I will remember it.

I don't know, I just feel awkward when I see that something's been posted as I was posting. I don't like feeling awkward, it's almost like feeling embarassed.

yeah i'll keep it in mind.

well, im gonna go now. i'll probably be on tonight at like 10:00 central time and i wanna be in the battle!

Alright, I'm on. Let's get this show on the road.

Zarador, Just up.

Zarador came down the stairs with a loaf of bread in his hand. The Dwemer machine remained at the top of the stairs.
,,Oh come on. Just get moving down the stairs, now!" The wizard ordered. Centurion took a step, and fell down the stairs, damaging it heavily in the process. Zarador shook his head.
,,You idiot! Why can't you even walk down stairs?" He turned to owner of the inn.
,,I apologize for the inconvenience my companion has caused. Maybe this diamont here can pay for the damage?"

,,Now, I'm sorry that I'm so late. My meditation took longer than expected and Centurion here...isn't the brghtest I'm afraid. I had to stop him from bashing in the door. One day I'll get around to teach him how to open doors without destroying them." He finished his bread and walked over towards the door.
,,Now, shall we be going? The sooner we arrive, the sooner we shall all be on our way."

Centurion, on its face.

Centurion didn't say a thing, as usual. It got up and walked out of the door, after its master.

Andareth, following Zarador

"I agree with the High Elf, we better get going. Perhaps that Mane fellow has meat at his residence. He is a spiritual "leader" of the Khajiitii." Andareth said as he got up from his seat at the table.

Andareth was pretty upset when he heard that there wasn't any meat in the desert. It annoyed Andareth greatly that people could smuggle just about anything in this town, from Skooma to weapons, but they couldn't smuggle fine food.

"Perhaps I could help them in this department. Best leave it for later." Andareth mumbled to himself. Andareth always a habbit of talking to himself. When he was asked why, he responded sarcastically "so fools have something to think about." but in reality, he though no one was worthy of talking to him about his ideas. Perhaps his concept could change with the coming journey. Andareth had potential friends in his companions, he was just to proud to see it.

OOC: I'm going to have to leave to the mountains soon. It was nice playing thus far, I hope we can resume when I return.

t'jirra

t'jirra followed the elves out the door, when something came to mind. "how far is the mane from this place?" he asked.

mabolg

mabolg grabbed another sweetcake and got ready to leave.

OOC: for how long?

OOC: I'm sorry I bailed on you guys last night. I was too tired to continue.

thats ok. i should be able to play around 11 tonight maybe 11:30, central time.

The Mane

They left the hotel to go to see the Mane. His Palace was in the same city, so it wouldn't take long to get there. When they got there, there were two khajiits guarding the entrance to the Palace. They wore green armour and chainmail, and they were equiped with spears. "Who dare comes to enter the Palace of the great Mane?" ordered the guard. "I am Casamir Donat, and these are the heros. I was ordered by the great Mane to bringe them here." The guards let them in. When they entered, they saw the Mane, in his royal seat, being fanned by two khajiit servants. He looked excactly like what Jo'puma had described. Casamir bowed down to the Mane. "Your honor, I have returned with the heros." "Excelent." said the Mane, as he got up from his chair. "This is Jo'puma, he is very skilled in magic. This here is T'jiira, he is a stealthy one. This is Zarador and his robot. He is also skilled in magic and is very intelligent. This is Mabolg. He is a very powerful brute. Our final hero, Andareth, is very skilled in combat."

OCC: You may controle the Mane to make him say what you want him to say, because he is an NPC.

Zarador

Zarador bowed.
,,It's an honour to meet you. As my friend has said, I am Zarador, master of the supernatural. Centurion and I are at your disposal. Please explain your problem to us. We're all eager to know in which way we can help you." He said in his politest tone possible.

T'jirra

T'jirra bowed as well. "great and holy mane, i am humbled by your presence and am at your service. if i may help you at all, tell me how."

mabolg

mabolg said nothing but bowed to the mane.

Jack is logged on! YAY!

The First Quest

"Yes, the troubles with Elswyre.....there is a great man of evil, out there. Cursed by Molag Bal. We believe he is somewhere North East of here. I must warn you, though, he is a powerful Necromancer. He has an army of dark unknown things headed for our city. You are to stop them from doing so. Do this, and you will be rewarded your first reward." He dismissed everyone.

The First Quest: Stopping an Invasion.

We are to go North East to fight off an army of darkness. We don't know how many there are, but we will be given the aid of 200 men.

The heroes head out to the north with their small army.

Zarador, giving instructions.

,,Centurion, we're about to fight. When I give the command, you will attack everything that moves and is at least the size of a rat. But whatever you do, make sure you don't harm these soldiers and that bunch of people. They're friends."

The Aldmer gripped his staff tighter.
,,Now we shall see who is the greater master here. This Necromancer, or I. I shall smite his army, this I swear. His minions shall cower in fear as they face my might." He smiled.
,,And the might of my companions of course."

Centurion raised its flamethrower and prepared for battle.



(Yep, I'm on. Downside is, I'm hearing thunder and I might have to shut down my computer to avoid zapping. )

t'jirra

the troops marched on foot while the rest of the party rode sanche-tigers out northeast. t'jirra enjoyed the scenery and steeled himself for battle. he has his bow re-strung while in the city and was packing 30 steel arrows in his quiver. he hadnt been in a large scale battl like this before, but wasnt afraid of killing something taht was already dead.

mabolg.

mabolg couldnt wait to tear something apart, he thought as he and the company of 200 marched east. he had dealt with necromancers before... "i will hold off the minions while you get the commanders." he barked to the others.

Jo'puma summoned four scamps to his side, then got out his staff. "I can see something..." said Jo'puma, while looking down from the dune. A large area began to turn black. As it got closer, everyone could see it was the undead army. Unfortonitly, they were outnumbered. By 2000. The small army of 200 get there weapons ready. The undead army were split up in groups.

Undead army:

Pikeman: 500

Skirmishers: 500

Archers: 300

Swordmen: 700

Though it seemed imposible to beat them, they still had to stay and fight. When they got to them, they stopped, and the evil ruler appeared. He was darker then ever. His eyes were beaming with rage. He had a deadric long sword and a deadric staff. He had a necromancer robe. "You shall be cast unto Oblivion!" yelled the dark khajiit. The army then charged.

The battle began.

mabolg

"been there." mabolg growled under his breath as he dismounted and conjured a one handed daedric axe. he rushed in and kicked 2 of the pikemen in the first line back, then drove his axe in one of their skulls. he felt a blow against his thick reptilian skin, it was the shield of a skirmisher. the axe bounced off the shield, but mabolg aimed a punch into the undead warrior's body. he swung his axe again into the chest and the warrior was down.

T'jirrA

t'jirra stayed on his mount and drew back his bowstring with an arrow ready. the arrow was released and flew straight at an undead. it was a pikeman, and he had no defense, so it killed him instantly. suddenley he heard a shout from the back lines. the undead archers had released a hail of arrows! "watch out!" he yelled to the soldiers.

Zarador.

,,Well, now this is so rude. Don't we get a fair fight here? Oh well. Centurion, time to fight."
The Aldmer cast a magical shield on himself and advance forward slowly. Archers would be their greatest threat. You couldn't fight close range if you had to worry about arrows at the same time. He summoned forth lightning and sweeped his hand in a wide arc, letting the lightning carve through the enemy ranks.
,,This might take a bit longer than expected."

He pointed at the nearest captain.
,,You, tell your men to cover me! I am no good at melee combat!"

Centurion.

The Dwemer machine never hesitated. It walked forward into the ranks, firing its flamethrower and swinging its arms. A cloud composed of burning and flying undead revealed his position. Still, the enemy fought back and the mighty machine was soon covered in dents and scratches.

getting bad

Jo'puma's scamps shot fireballs at the pikemem. Jo'puma shot lighning bolts at the archers. He then got out his sword and started killing the pikemen. The army of undead minions was so big, that they surounded them, and started moving in on them. The allied army went in to attack them, but were soon cut down, so it was just the characters left. Jo'puma saw the evil khajiit aproatching him, and went in to attack him. He swung, but the attack was blocked. the evil khajiit did a counter attack and sliced off Jo'puma's other arm. "AAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!" Jo'puma screamed in pain. "Know one can stand against me!" said the evil khajiit. He then pushed Jo'puma on his back, and got ready to stab him in the chest.

OCC: Someone please save me.

T'jirra

out of the corner of his eye, t'jirra saw the black khajiit. he readied an arrow and took careful aim. the arrow only tore his necromancer robe, but it was enough to distract him. the evil khajiit looked up and at T'jirra, who was a good 120 feet away (sorry for not using metric)....

mabolg.

mabolg hacked through the enemys, tearing a swathe through their ranks. he suffered some deep cuts to his scales, but feared not because of what malcath had told him about being killed.

Zarador, to the rescue!

The Aldmer saw what happened.
,,Do you like a challenge?! Then show me how you respond to this!" He shouted and used telekinesis to rip his sword out of the evil Khajiit's hands. The blade flew through the air and impaled a Pikemen who was about to kill the wizard.
,,You and me, in a contest of the mind. Prepare yourself!"

Zarador waited till the Khajiit had moved away from Jo'Puma before releasing all of his might at his foe. With the Khajiit's mind torn between two foes, he had all the opportunity he needed to unleash his power. Lightning ripped the sky in two and electrocuted any of the undead who had the misfortune of being too close. Yet the Khajiit stood amidst the barrage, unharmed.

Centurion.

Centurion was still fighting, though with a noticeable limp for a lucky swordman had sliced through a knee. The Machine was surrounded by undead. It aimed its flamethrower at the ground and pumped all of its power in one final blast. Fire engulfed Centurion and consumed countless undead who were near. The blackened and scorched machine sank to the ground. It had sustained too much damage to continue fighting.


(No, Centurion is not death. He only has to be reactivated so the repair mechanism can do its job.)

Jo'puma got up and picked his sword up, and went up to the fiend and stabed him the chest. Thought he killed him. But he turned around and punched Jo'puma in the face, and he temporarely was pasted out. He then went up to attack T'jiira. The undead army started geting in even closer, so everyone had to scoot in a little more.

Zarador.

,,I hate to dissappoint you people, but I'm afraid I'm out of Magicka." Zarador gripped his staff and stabbed one of the undead in the chest with the glass spiked head. He moved over to Jo'Puma and defended him till he was back on his feet.
,,And Centurion is down too." He didn't try to mask his anger and worry. Worst of all, the Necromancer seemed to not just have nine lives, but ten times as many. He was one tough cat.

T'jirra

T'jirra saw the necromancer coming at him. when he was a few feet away, he stabbed his tiger in the side and rolled off. the tiger knocked the black khajiit down, but he shot a ray of darkness at it, making it fall in mid air, dead. T'jirra had not intended this, but what happened, happened. T'jirra unsheathed his elven dagger and charged the sorcerer.

mabolg

mabolg saw his friends in danger and rushed over, leaving the skirmishers behind. no matter how much someone calls you a filthy lizard, you dont know them until you fight along side them. casting a shield spell over himself, he leaped into the air and changed his axe to a shortsword. he lept upon a few swordsmen behind the high elf, crushing one with his weight and force, and stabbed the dagger into where his heart would have been. "we're losing! he shouted."

Zarador.

,,So I noticed. Thank you for your assistance." The Aldmer shouted back at Mabolg. He raised his staff high and crushed the skull of an undead.
,,It appears I've restored enough of my Magicka abilities for a simple spell. I have just the idea which one!"

He raised a hand towards an approaching group of undead and cast the spell. The group changed direction and attacked the undead that were making life difficult for the remains of the Mane's army.
,,I may not be a Necromancer, but I still know how to use undead fiends."

Is it over?

The sorcerer grabed T'jiira before he could even stab him, and threw him at Zarador, knocking him down. Anareth charged the sorcerer and stbed him in the chest, just like Jo'puma, but the Sorcerer had no damage done to him, and pushed Andareth and he fell down near evryone else. Now they were all surounded by undead minions. But they stopped. They didn't go in and kill them. Instead, the evil sorcerer let them go. "Let this be a lesson to you all. You can not defeat the almighty (something). Go now, leave Elsweyr, and never come back! I did not wish to fight you. But if you stay, I will kill you." With that said, so teleported back to his realm, with his army.

lol my bad i didnt check what happened to him.

Zarador, on the battlefield.

Zarador pushed T'jiira off of him and stood up. He swiped the dust and sand off his robe.
,,Now, such a grand speech wasn't necessary. I'll decide on what to do after we've told the Man about what happened." He knelt down beside Jo'Puma.
,,I am afraid that the only thing I can do for you is to close the wound with fire. Perhaps I can create a second Dwemer arm for you. It might hurt though. Do you want me to do this?"

He surveyed the battlefield while waiting for an answer.
,,I wonder if anyone here is strong enough to carry Centurion back to the city. He's heavily damaged but I believe that I can repair him.