OOC: What is that thing, Tellie?
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh snorted.
,,I can smell it. It is real. You still have a chance to step aside. If you vow to walk the straight path from now on, I shall fight to protect you till my last breath, if so needed. You have my word as a knight."
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QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Sep 27 2007, 09:42 PM) 
OOC: What is that thing, Tellie?
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh snorted.
,,I can smell it. It is real. You still have a chance to step aside. If you vow to walk the straight path from now on, I shall fight to protect you till my last breath, if so needed. You have my word as a knight."
James walked over to the orc, 'the guy is actually willing to protect me after I tried to string his pockets...damn me and my unfortunate hero complexes sometimes', James cursed, as he stepped over to the orc, and raised his shotgun, in time to see a large ogre step into the road.
With a chery wave at the orc, James fired, "say goodbye you jackass", he yelled, as the two shells slammed into the ogr, one in the face, the other in the soft tissue around his throat, pitching the ogre backwards, and onto the ground, where it lay thrashing.
The other two, staring cunfused at the gun, with smoke pouring out from the two barrels annoyed James. "Well kill the damn thing before it can get up again", he yelled, as he reloaded.
OOC:Got your answer right there
Trebonius, rather amazed
Trebonius quickly drew his old axe and ran up to the Ogre. With a quick strike to the throat he slew the dying beast, almost beheading it in the process. It was always business first for Trebonius. He had been amazed however by the skill of the apparently harmless man. It took great skill for a mage to fell an ogre in two shots, and even greater skill for an archer to do so, yet this man seemed to be none.
"Your skill borders on the amazing, Breton. I've been in many battles and skirmishes, and Gods know how many plain old slaughters, but I've never seen such skill in all my days. Where did you acquire your fine staff?" Trebonius asked, thinking he had met another student of the science of war, another battlemage like him.
Trebonius quickly drew his old axe and ran up to the Ogre. With a quick strike to the throat he slew the dying beast, almost beheading it in the process. It was always business first for Trebonius. He had been amazed however by the skill of the apparently harmless man. It took great skill for a mage to fell an ogre in two shots, and even greater skill for an archer to do so, yet this man seemed to be none.
"Your skill borders on the amazing, Breton. I've been in many battles and skirmishes, and Gods know how many plain old slaughters, but I've never seen such skill in all my days. Where did you acquire your fine staff?" Trebonius asked, thinking he had met another student of the science of war, another battlemage like him.
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh was stunned. But the blunt command made his blood boil.
,,It had not yet shown any sign of hostilities! What gave you the right to.....harm it like this without provocation?!" He howled, glaring at the man who was stuffing something into the noisy tubes. The other man had moved forth and slain the Ogre.
,,While I cannot approve of your willingness to obey him, I do agree that the Ogre had to die. Better to die quick, than to suffer and despair." He grunted.
When the man however began a pleasant conversation with the murderer, Madrukh turned away in disgust.
,,How can anyone speak so calm after a senseless slaughter like that? And did he forget he is speaking to a robber?"
Madrukh was stunned. But the blunt command made his blood boil.
,,It had not yet shown any sign of hostilities! What gave you the right to.....harm it like this without provocation?!" He howled, glaring at the man who was stuffing something into the noisy tubes. The other man had moved forth and slain the Ogre.
,,While I cannot approve of your willingness to obey him, I do agree that the Ogre had to die. Better to die quick, than to suffer and despair." He grunted.
When the man however began a pleasant conversation with the murderer, Madrukh turned away in disgust.
,,How can anyone speak so calm after a senseless slaughter like that? And did he forget he is speaking to a robber?"
James.
James looked back and forth between the two guys, deciding to placate the orc first. "ok, listen I'm sorry alright, but I cant have a job to save my life, stuff always happen to me, after all, how can someone who is an account manager in the bank of Vvardenfell, be ambushed by several kahjiits claiming that I stole their moonshugar, I swear, after that I jsut realized I had to life a life as a criminal".
"And if it calms you donw big jaws, I don't like to kill at all, and I only rob people when the things I sell from my adventures isn't enough".
Turning back to the mage he laughed a bit. "The thing I'm using is called a shotgun, basically it shoots out a large amount of small iron or lead balls, at a high speed, capable of tearing off limbs, or making holes big enough for a man to stick his head through, in living bodies", he finished.
"So now that we have gotten over the former unpleasantries, allow myself to introduce myself, James Pathertrory...adventurer I guess you could call me, it's what I do for a living".
James looked back and forth between the two guys, deciding to placate the orc first. "ok, listen I'm sorry alright, but I cant have a job to save my life, stuff always happen to me, after all, how can someone who is an account manager in the bank of Vvardenfell, be ambushed by several kahjiits claiming that I stole their moonshugar, I swear, after that I jsut realized I had to life a life as a criminal".
"And if it calms you donw big jaws, I don't like to kill at all, and I only rob people when the things I sell from my adventures isn't enough".
Turning back to the mage he laughed a bit. "The thing I'm using is called a shotgun, basically it shoots out a large amount of small iron or lead balls, at a high speed, capable of tearing off limbs, or making holes big enough for a man to stick his head through, in living bodies", he finished.
"So now that we have gotten over the former unpleasantries, allow myself to introduce myself, James Pathertrory...adventurer I guess you could call me, it's what I do for a living".
Trebonius
"Amulius Trebonius at your service." Trebonius said with a slight bow. He had gained that habbit after introducing himself so many times to High Rock lords.
Trebonius also looked slightly at the Orc before continuing, as he found him intriguing. An Orc who seemed to have an actual sense of honour and duty. Impressive to say the least. Most of the Orcs Trebonius had met in High Rock were either trying to kill him or knock him over the head so they could save him for "later"...whatever that meant for Orcish bandits.
"Hm, my good friend." he said, turning to the Orc who seemed to be upset. "Do not be upset for the death of that Ogre, since it surely wouldn't have acted in kind if it were for our own deaths. You should be thanking our...friend for acting as he did."
Trebonius didn't really care for the feelings of most Orcs, being used to killing them but this Orc seemed special. Trebonius had never seen one quite of his kind before. Nevertheless, most of the things he said were out of courtesy, if nothing else.
"Amulius Trebonius at your service." Trebonius said with a slight bow. He had gained that habbit after introducing himself so many times to High Rock lords.
Trebonius also looked slightly at the Orc before continuing, as he found him intriguing. An Orc who seemed to have an actual sense of honour and duty. Impressive to say the least. Most of the Orcs Trebonius had met in High Rock were either trying to kill him or knock him over the head so they could save him for "later"...whatever that meant for Orcish bandits.
"Hm, my good friend." he said, turning to the Orc who seemed to be upset. "Do not be upset for the death of that Ogre, since it surely wouldn't have acted in kind if it were for our own deaths. You should be thanking our...friend for acting as he did."
Trebonius didn't really care for the feelings of most Orcs, being used to killing them but this Orc seemed special. Trebonius had never seen one quite of his kind before. Nevertheless, most of the things he said were out of courtesy, if nothing else.
QUOTE(minque @ Jul 19 2007, 05:40 AM)
Lexie
"Uhh...so much light!" Lexie had to cover her eyes when Ahn more or less dragged her out from the dark. "We need supplies if we´re going much longer, food and drink...or we´ll perish! I know of some plants....they´ll grow here somewhere if I´m not mistaken..."
She looked around...and also glanced at Ahn, when he didn´t notice....
Ahrrggh, must stop looking at every man as if he would be.....
She tied her back with a strap and brushed the dust off her shirt...and discovered it was torn in the front and it would only be a matter of time before it would be ....not much of a cover!
Strange....he must have noticed...but no reaction! Then maybe he is as good as I hoped he would be!
She touched his chin with her left hand.....
"Oh, you had some dirt there" she smiled..
Ahn
Uh-oh, Ahn, the voice said, This woman's trying to make you stick around.
She can try all she wants. Ahn responded.
Judging by her professed knowledge of plants, he figured that Lexie would do well enough on her own, so he didn't feel obligated to babysit her any more.
Ignoring Lexie's obvious move, he pointed to the most fertile-looking part of the woods.
"Go find some of those plants. I'll try to make some sort of shelter," he told her. It was a lie, of course, as he planned to make himself scarce once she left.
You're a heartless one. the voice told him.
I'm not going to take emotional lessons from a sword. Ahn replied.
Fair enough. it conceded.
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh straightened.
,,Sir Gro-Bolg Madrukh. Knight, unattached." He proudly proclaimed.
,,Perhaps the Ogre would not have acted in kind. But that doesn't make it right." He replied to Trebonius before turning back to James.
,,Perhaps you were right in doing that, perhaps you were wrong. However, the fact remains that I have nothing to offer you. I hold no possessions I can part with."
Madrukh straightened.
,,Sir Gro-Bolg Madrukh. Knight, unattached." He proudly proclaimed.
,,Perhaps the Ogre would not have acted in kind. But that doesn't make it right." He replied to Trebonius before turning back to James.
,,Perhaps you were right in doing that, perhaps you were wrong. However, the fact remains that I have nothing to offer you. I hold no possessions I can part with."
QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Sep 27 2007, 10:30 PM)
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh straightened.
,,Sir Gro-Bolg Madrukh. Knight, unattached." He proudly proclaimed.
,,Perhaps the Ogre would not have acted in kind. But that doesn't make it right." He replied to Trebonius before turning back to James.
,,Perhaps you were right in doing that, perhaps you were wrong. However, the fact remains that I have nothing to offer you. I hold no possessions I can part with."
JAmes, almost...ALMOST having a concience.
"Bah don't worry about it, I'm sure we three could just form a group, and settle for someething, after all one never knows where one might find something to make a few coins off, so don't fret, I wont try to rob you...anymore", James said with something between a smile and a grimace.
OOC: I'm off.
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
,,Well, that is good to hear....I suppose." The Orsimer replied with aprehension. With this man, he wasn't sure of anything except for one thing. He had not yet deserved the knight's trust.
,,Well, that is good to hear....I suppose." The Orsimer replied with aprehension. With this man, he wasn't sure of anything except for one thing. He had not yet deserved the knight's trust.
Trebonius
"Well, if we are all settled with this petty squabble we could head for my humble home which lies nearby. There, you can warm yourself up Sir Madrukh since you seem to be freezing. And you Master James can tells us the tale of you acquired your skill with your crosbow...staff...weapon. Meanwhile, you all seem to be thirsty so I suppose we may share my wine." Trebonius said as he pulled out a small leather pouch in the shape of a pig which contained wine. The snout of the pig was also the place from where you drank the wine.
Trebonius had travelled with many strange people in his day, yet never had he travelled in such strange company. He had a habbit of slaying Orcs on sight when he saw them out in the wilderness, lest they get an advantage on him and he had a habbit of avoiding strange people like the man with the staff, yet now he could make an exception.
"Well, if we are all settled with this petty squabble we could head for my humble home which lies nearby. There, you can warm yourself up Sir Madrukh since you seem to be freezing. And you Master James can tells us the tale of you acquired your skill with your crosbow...staff...weapon. Meanwhile, you all seem to be thirsty so I suppose we may share my wine." Trebonius said as he pulled out a small leather pouch in the shape of a pig which contained wine. The snout of the pig was also the place from where you drank the wine.
Trebonius had travelled with many strange people in his day, yet never had he travelled in such strange company. He had a habbit of slaying Orcs on sight when he saw them out in the wilderness, lest they get an advantage on him and he had a habbit of avoiding strange people like the man with the staff, yet now he could make an exception.
James
James looked at the battlemage for a second. "I'll drink to that good sir, so lead the way will you"?
James looked at the battlemage for a second. "I'll drink to that good sir, so lead the way will you"?
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh thought for a while. His honour told him to reject the offered help. But really, a warm fire was a pleasant prospect. But his honour was stronger. Then again, the man hadn't literally offered help, just invited him to his home. He couldn't refuse an invitation, it would be an insult.
,,Very well, sir. I would be honoured to accompany you. However, I am afraid I will have to reject your offer of whine. I swore off the alcohol when I began my quest for knighthood."
OOC: An Orc who doesn't drink, in the alcohol-heavy TES universe notwithstanding. Can things get any weirder?
Madrukh thought for a while. His honour told him to reject the offered help. But really, a warm fire was a pleasant prospect. But his honour was stronger. Then again, the man hadn't literally offered help, just invited him to his home. He couldn't refuse an invitation, it would be an insult.
,,Very well, sir. I would be honoured to accompany you. However, I am afraid I will have to reject your offer of whine. I swore off the alcohol when I began my quest for knighthood."
OOC: An Orc who doesn't drink, in the alcohol-heavy TES universe notwithstanding. Can things get any weirder?
Trebonius, at his home with the 2
"I must say, Sir Madrukh, you put Orcs to shame in a good way, if you get my meaning." Trebonius said with a warm smile under his bushy eyebrows.
After travelling for about an hour or so they reached Trebonius' home. It was a quaint little cottage, made of stone with a wooden roof. It had a day room in which Trebonius spent most of his time reading or entertaining the rare guest and a bedroom in which Trebonius slept. It was humbly furnished, with furniture purchased from traditional Dunmer carpenters. To the untrained eye one might say that a Dunmer lived in the house, yet the books, not one about the Temple among them, clearly denoted a foreigner or "outlander" as the Dunmer called them.
As they entered he took off his travelling robe, of dark blue, afterwards his left pauldron (he only had one) then his gauntlets, then his mail vest which he kept underneath the cuirass. He also took off his leather boots. After taking off all his cumbersome armour, he slipped in a light robe which he used around the house. Trebonius then pointed towards the table in his living room and invited his guests to sit down.
"Now that we have arrived here in good health, we can talk. What tidings do you bring, my young masters?" Trebonius asked in a voice which was warm to the soul yet instilled deep respect at the same time. He carried himself as most battlemages did, and had a reputation to match. It was little known in Morrowind however, and that was the reason why Trebonius settled there permanently.
"I must say, Sir Madrukh, you put Orcs to shame in a good way, if you get my meaning." Trebonius said with a warm smile under his bushy eyebrows.
After travelling for about an hour or so they reached Trebonius' home. It was a quaint little cottage, made of stone with a wooden roof. It had a day room in which Trebonius spent most of his time reading or entertaining the rare guest and a bedroom in which Trebonius slept. It was humbly furnished, with furniture purchased from traditional Dunmer carpenters. To the untrained eye one might say that a Dunmer lived in the house, yet the books, not one about the Temple among them, clearly denoted a foreigner or "outlander" as the Dunmer called them.
As they entered he took off his travelling robe, of dark blue, afterwards his left pauldron (he only had one) then his gauntlets, then his mail vest which he kept underneath the cuirass. He also took off his leather boots. After taking off all his cumbersome armour, he slipped in a light robe which he used around the house. Trebonius then pointed towards the table in his living room and invited his guests to sit down.
"Now that we have arrived here in good health, we can talk. What tidings do you bring, my young masters?" Trebonius asked in a voice which was warm to the soul yet instilled deep respect at the same time. He carried himself as most battlemages did, and had a reputation to match. It was little known in Morrowind however, and that was the reason why Trebonius settled there permanently.
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh frowned.
,,News? I'm afraid I haven't kept track of the world in a while. Beyond that, I am unsure of where I am as well. Somewhere on Vvardenfell, I guess."
Madrukh frowned.
,,News? I'm afraid I haven't kept track of the world in a while. Beyond that, I am unsure of where I am as well. Somewhere on Vvardenfell, I guess."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Sep 27 2007, 10:23 PM)
Ahn
Uh-oh, Ahn, the voice said, This woman's trying to make you stick around.
She can try all she wants. Ahn responded.
Judging by her professed knowledge of plants, he figured that Lexie would do well enough on her own, so he didn't feel obligated to babysit her any more.
Ignoring Lexie's obvious move, he pointed to the most fertile-looking part of the woods.
"Go find some of those plants. I'll try to make some sort of shelter," he told her. It was a lie, of course, as he planned to make himself scarce once she left.
You're a heartless one. the voice told him.
I'm not going to take emotional lessons from a sword. Ahn replied.
Fair enough. it conceded.
Lexie
"Ok" she muttered, looking sternly at Ahn, not making any move at all
He´ll set off somewhere as soon as I turn my back on him, I can just feel it
"I´ll help you with the shelter first though, then you can come with me"
No way I´ll end up alone, darn it, he must realise that I can be of use to him, that stubborn hmmmm
Trebonius
"Well, Sir Madrukh, first of all you are now near the town of Llolanthis Heights, in mainland Morrowind. And second of all, there must be a reason I found you in a ditch on the side of a road, in nothing but your underwear and the hilt of a sword tied to your waist. Something terrible must have happened to bring someone such as you in such a state. I deem myself worthy to hear of such things from you, so confess. You have nothing to fear. We are in the middle of the wilderness here and quite safe from anyone who might be looking for you." Trebonius said, reassuring the Orc.
He then looked at James which, seemed to be eyeing his more prized possesions somewhat oddly. He did mention making a few coins afterall so this gave Trebonius a reason to keep an eye on the mysterious traveller.
"Well, Sir Madrukh, first of all you are now near the town of Llolanthis Heights, in mainland Morrowind. And second of all, there must be a reason I found you in a ditch on the side of a road, in nothing but your underwear and the hilt of a sword tied to your waist. Something terrible must have happened to bring someone such as you in such a state. I deem myself worthy to hear of such things from you, so confess. You have nothing to fear. We are in the middle of the wilderness here and quite safe from anyone who might be looking for you." Trebonius said, reassuring the Orc.
He then looked at James which, seemed to be eyeing his more prized possesions somewhat oddly. He did mention making a few coins afterall so this gave Trebonius a reason to keep an eye on the mysterious traveller.
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh frowned. Not angry or even annoyed, just a frown of deep thinking.
,,I promised to keep matters a secret. I cannot break this promise, even if the man I promised to now walks with the ancestors. However, I believe I can tell you how I came here. I was in battle, and tried to distract the opposing forces so that my friends had a chance at escape. I led my pursuers to the edge of a cliff, where I jumped into the ocean. Since the weight of my armour and sword was too much to handle, I was forced to dispose of them." He said slowly. He then tapped the hilt he still carried.
,,I disposed of everything of great weight, except this. A blade can be reforged, but this hilt will never leave my side till the day I perish."
Madrukh frowned. Not angry or even annoyed, just a frown of deep thinking.
,,I promised to keep matters a secret. I cannot break this promise, even if the man I promised to now walks with the ancestors. However, I believe I can tell you how I came here. I was in battle, and tried to distract the opposing forces so that my friends had a chance at escape. I led my pursuers to the edge of a cliff, where I jumped into the ocean. Since the weight of my armour and sword was too much to handle, I was forced to dispose of them." He said slowly. He then tapped the hilt he still carried.
,,I disposed of everything of great weight, except this. A blade can be reforged, but this hilt will never leave my side till the day I perish."
Trebonius
Trebonius stood and gently played with his bushy eyebrows. He did so whenever he was thinking deeply. His life in Morrowind had been peaceful for many years now and he did not really wish to enter a war again. It had been long since he last killed a human being, yet such a feeling didn't leave you easily. Sometimes, when out in the cold, Trebonius' hand would hold itself tight, as if gripping an imaginary axe handle. Eventually Trebonius would realize, and his hand would unwind yet, when Trebonius wasn't aware his hand would still go in that position, clutching the phantom axe. Phantom of war, one might call it. He thought heavily whether to help this stranger out. In the end, he spoke.
"Through ways unthought of we have met Sir Madrukh, yet I sense that through ways unspoken will we help eachother. Call it, Battlemage's intuition." Trebonius said with a slight smile. "You have my aid and my oath, Sir Madrukh, to help you in your noble quest until death itself parts us. Now, what is a knight without his armour? Come, I will lend you some of my own!"
I knew an Orc would be the death of me someday.
Trebonius stood and gently played with his bushy eyebrows. He did so whenever he was thinking deeply. His life in Morrowind had been peaceful for many years now and he did not really wish to enter a war again. It had been long since he last killed a human being, yet such a feeling didn't leave you easily. Sometimes, when out in the cold, Trebonius' hand would hold itself tight, as if gripping an imaginary axe handle. Eventually Trebonius would realize, and his hand would unwind yet, when Trebonius wasn't aware his hand would still go in that position, clutching the phantom axe. Phantom of war, one might call it. He thought heavily whether to help this stranger out. In the end, he spoke.
"Through ways unthought of we have met Sir Madrukh, yet I sense that through ways unspoken will we help eachother. Call it, Battlemage's intuition." Trebonius said with a slight smile. "You have my aid and my oath, Sir Madrukh, to help you in your noble quest until death itself parts us. Now, what is a knight without his armour? Come, I will lend you some of my own!"
I knew an Orc would be the death of me someday.
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh held up his hands.
,,No, please. You are much too kind. I simply can't accept such an offer." He said, putting up a polite strugle. He relented though.
,,I would be honoured with such a gift. If you ever require my aid, just ask."
Madrukh held up his hands.
,,No, please. You are much too kind. I simply can't accept such an offer." He said, putting up a polite strugle. He relented though.
,,I would be honoured with such a gift. If you ever require my aid, just ask."
QUOTE(minque @ Sep 30 2007, 12:13 PM)
Lexie
"Ok" she muttered, looking sternly at Ahn, not making any move at all
He´ll set off somewhere as soon as I turn my back on him, I can just feel it
"I´ll help you with the shelter first though, then you can come with me"
No way I´ll end up alone, darn it, he must realise that I can be of use to him, that stubborn hmmmm
Ahn
Ahn realized that Lexie was now trying to stay with him, and decided to crush the idea before it got too big.
"I'm going to be blunt," he said, "I'm leaving, and I don't want you to follow. No offense, but someone is obviously trying to eradicate the guild, and I'd like to separate myself from it completely. Now since you were in the guild, and obviously close to Sayn himself, that includes you."
Trebonius, looking for armour to give Madrukh
Trebonius rose from the table after giving one last look of caution to James, who seemed to be very interested in Trebonius' more valuable possesions. After leaving the table, Trebonius went to his bedroom where he had a magically sealed chest, which he quickly opened. From that chest he took a few pieces of armour and an old axe of his to offer Madrukh.
He soon brought them to the table, trying to clean them up a bit using an old cloth. There was an old steel cuirass with an intricate symbol etched on the breastplate, representing a heraldric raven. Afterwards there some iron greaves which had a little rust between the joints, two large iron pauldrons, one steel gauntlet and a pair of old leather travelling boots. Besides the armour, there was also Trebonius' previous axe, which had an iron blade and a wooden haft with rather intricate carvings representing a rose coiling around a sword.
"Those are from my...older days. The breastplate is from the time I served the Barony of Dwynnen, with its Order of the Raven, and the axe is from the time I spent in Wayrest, serving Queen Elysana. Hence the rose coiling around a sword, symbol of the Order of the Rose." Trebonius said, speaking about his time as a freelance battlemage and the various High Rock knightly orders he aided. "I hope you find them to your liking. If you wish, master James, I also have some lighter garments for you, if you wish."
Trebonius rose from the table after giving one last look of caution to James, who seemed to be very interested in Trebonius' more valuable possesions. After leaving the table, Trebonius went to his bedroom where he had a magically sealed chest, which he quickly opened. From that chest he took a few pieces of armour and an old axe of his to offer Madrukh.
He soon brought them to the table, trying to clean them up a bit using an old cloth. There was an old steel cuirass with an intricate symbol etched on the breastplate, representing a heraldric raven. Afterwards there some iron greaves which had a little rust between the joints, two large iron pauldrons, one steel gauntlet and a pair of old leather travelling boots. Besides the armour, there was also Trebonius' previous axe, which had an iron blade and a wooden haft with rather intricate carvings representing a rose coiling around a sword.
"Those are from my...older days. The breastplate is from the time I served the Barony of Dwynnen, with its Order of the Raven, and the axe is from the time I spent in Wayrest, serving Queen Elysana. Hence the rose coiling around a sword, symbol of the Order of the Rose." Trebonius said, speaking about his time as a freelance battlemage and the various High Rock knightly orders he aided. "I hope you find them to your liking. If you wish, master James, I also have some lighter garments for you, if you wish."
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh examined the cobbled together suit of armour with care. It was a bit rough around the etches and a rather tight fit, but he was sure he could easily modify it to his needs by loosening the straps.
,,Words cannot express my gratitude. I thank you friend." He spoke solemnly, tracing the raven with a thumb.
,,You are a well-traveled man, I might add."
Madrukh examined the cobbled together suit of armour with care. It was a bit rough around the etches and a rather tight fit, but he was sure he could easily modify it to his needs by loosening the straps.
,,Words cannot express my gratitude. I thank you friend." He spoke solemnly, tracing the raven with a thumb.
,,You are a well-traveled man, I might add."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Oct 1 2007, 06:29 AM)
Ahn
Ahn realized that Lexie was now trying to stay with him, and decided to crush the idea before it got too big.
"I'm going to be blunt," he said, "I'm leaving, and I don't want you to follow. No offense, but someone is obviously trying to eradicate the guild, and I'd like to separate myself from it completely. Now since you were in the guild, and obviously close to Sayn himself, that includes you."
Lexie
She raised an eyebrow, he was straight forward, ...she liked that...a lot! She did understand his point, except why it was so important for him to separate himself from her! She had the same desire, to get away as far as possible, and she thought it would be a good idea to be two....easier to get away, better defense...
But of course! She was a woman, an attractive species and that might be the problem. Ahn probably thought she could not be trusted.....
How wrong you are! I just hope you´ll realise ..some day..that you ..you need me
"Ok, Ahn, I got the message, and I´m not stupid enough to force myself upon you against your will. But I´m telling you this....I´m not the one who´ll stab you in the back, in fact I´ll probably save your butt, sooner than you know"
Lexie tore the leather strap which was hanging around her neck and stretched out her hand towards Ahn....
"Take this, and keep it with you, it´s more potent than it looks, I promise"
The small amulet glistened in her hand, a small stone, watery blue in a golden mounting...it´s light was a bit eerie, magic almost. The amulet was warm.....
"It origins from another world, Ahn, and it got me this far....now you have better use for it, so take it, damn it"
Lexie turned around....she hated good-byes....
QUOTE(minque @ Oct 1 2007, 04:06 PM)
Lexie
She raised an eyebrow, he was straight forward, ...she liked that...a lot! She did understand his point, except why it was so important for him to separate himself from her! She had the same desire, to get away as far as possible, and she thought it would be a good idea to be two....easier to get away, better defense...
But of course! She was a woman, an attractive species and that might be the problem. Ahn probably thought she could not be trusted.....
How wrong you are! I just hope you´ll realise ..some day..that you ..you need me
"Ok, Ahn, I got the message, and I´m not stupid enough to force myself upon you against your will. But I´m telling you this....I´m not the one who´ll stab you in the back, in fact I´ll probably save your butt, sooner than you know"
Lexie tore the leather strap which was hanging around her neck and stretched out her hand towards Ahn....
"Take this, and keep it with you, it´s more potent than it looks, I promise"
The small amulet glistened in her hand, a small stone, watery blue in a golden mounting...it´s light was a bit eerie, magic almost. The amulet was warm.....
"It origins from another world, Ahn, and it got me this far....now you have better use for it, so take it, damn it"
Lexie turned around....she hated good-byes....
Ahn
Ahn took the amulet and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He started to walk off without a word, but that seemed a little too cold.
"Maybe I'll see you again when this all blows over," he said before walking off towards the city of Mournhold.
Trebonius
"Well, I also have a few ivory-engraved rings and necklaces around, courtesy of King Lhotun of Sentinel. But they are not as impressive as my armour and weapons. I hope you do not dislike the lack of an additional gauntlet. The problem is that I never really liked it when my spell hand was covered by metal, it didn't really mix well with spark spells you see. I have a pair of fine vambraces made from tanned leather lying around though, if that is to your liking." Trebonius said with a smile as he left the table once more.
He was soon back however, with two vambraces. Some people called vambraces the alternative to gauntlets, since they left the hand completely free of any encumbering armour, while protecting the forearm. These vambraces bore the symbol of a heraldric dragon etched into them, an obvious sign that they were from Daggerfall. The left one was rather worn, but the right one was in perfect shape, an obvious sign that Trebonius cast spells with his left hand while using his right hand to wield his axe.
"Now...let's get back to more important matters, namely your rather odd arrival to mainland Morrowind. You mentioned a battle. I suppose there were other survivors besides you, and I also have reason to believe that if the enemy is a determined one, he would try to seek you out and destroy you one by one. Am I right?" Trebonius asked, raising his eyebrows as if to show knowledge in matters which he didn't really understand. He didn't want to appear as unknowledgeable however.
"Well, I also have a few ivory-engraved rings and necklaces around, courtesy of King Lhotun of Sentinel. But they are not as impressive as my armour and weapons. I hope you do not dislike the lack of an additional gauntlet. The problem is that I never really liked it when my spell hand was covered by metal, it didn't really mix well with spark spells you see. I have a pair of fine vambraces made from tanned leather lying around though, if that is to your liking." Trebonius said with a smile as he left the table once more.
He was soon back however, with two vambraces. Some people called vambraces the alternative to gauntlets, since they left the hand completely free of any encumbering armour, while protecting the forearm. These vambraces bore the symbol of a heraldric dragon etched into them, an obvious sign that they were from Daggerfall. The left one was rather worn, but the right one was in perfect shape, an obvious sign that Trebonius cast spells with his left hand while using his right hand to wield his axe.
"Now...let's get back to more important matters, namely your rather odd arrival to mainland Morrowind. You mentioned a battle. I suppose there were other survivors besides you, and I also have reason to believe that if the enemy is a determined one, he would try to seek you out and destroy you one by one. Am I right?" Trebonius asked, raising his eyebrows as if to show knowledge in matters which he didn't really understand. He didn't want to appear as unknowledgeable however.
Gro-Bolg Madrukh.
Madrukh nodded gravely.
,,That would be a reasonable assumption. As for other survivors, I don't know how many there are or where. And I doubt that anyone will hunt me, as long as I keep quiet. We Orsimer are not exactly known as fishmen. Honestly, I was convinced I would not survive my swim in that storm. Everyone will assume me dead. Still, discretion would be for the best." He replied.
,,So I would request permission to remain in your abode for the night. I need time to think on what to do."
Madrukh nodded gravely.
,,That would be a reasonable assumption. As for other survivors, I don't know how many there are or where. And I doubt that anyone will hunt me, as long as I keep quiet. We Orsimer are not exactly known as fishmen. Honestly, I was convinced I would not survive my swim in that storm. Everyone will assume me dead. Still, discretion would be for the best." He replied.
,,So I would request permission to remain in your abode for the night. I need time to think on what to do."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Oct 3 2007, 06:03 AM)
Ahn
Ahn took the amulet and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He started to walk off without a word, but that seemed a little too cold.
"Maybe I'll see you again when this all blows over," he said before walking off towards the city of Mournhold.
Lexie
"Yeah....maybe" she responded silently, wiping away a faint tear. Her sight was blurry as she watched him leave.
They always leave, that is the curse that lay upon me
Then she stretced out her arms, the spirit of the god she was named after filled her...She focussed and words came out of her mouth...
Fear not, I'll be watching over you, wherever you go I'll be with you, if you walk with an open mind
Now she could only hope Ahn would understand, that he would realise she was there for him with no obligations, just there to help if needed.
Lexie crouched beside a big tree and tried to finally get some well needed sleep
Ahn
Ahn's back was turned, so Lexie couldn't see him smiling in amusement.
I never was a fan of the Tribunal. he thought, walking on without a look back.
An open mind, remember? his traveling companion reminded him.
"Right," he answered aloud, stopping for a second to get his bearings to determine the fastest way to Mournhold and away from the whole of the Bronze Guild forever. That was his hope, at least.
Ahn's back was turned, so Lexie couldn't see him smiling in amusement.
I never was a fan of the Tribunal. he thought, walking on without a look back.
An open mind, remember? his traveling companion reminded him.
"Right," he answered aloud, stopping for a second to get his bearings to determine the fastest way to Mournhold and away from the whole of the Bronze Guild forever. That was his hope, at least.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Oct 12 2007, 04:59 AM)
Ahn
Ahn's back was turned, so Lexie couldn't see him smiling in amusement.
I never was a fan of the Tribunal. he thought, walking on without a look back.
An open mind, remember? his traveling companion reminded him.
"Right," he answered aloud, stopping for a second to get his bearings to determine the fastest way to Mournhold and away from the whole of the Bronze Guild forever. That was his hope, at least.
Lexie
She heard him in her head!
Me neither, you moron, it´s not the point! She was sure he´d hear her
Lexie waited a while, there would be no sleep after all....Then she wrapped a scarf over her face, not showing anything but the eyes and started following Ahn....thoroughly keeping distance enough.
He doesn´t know his own best....but whatever..
(OCC: I'm sorry for ditching the roleplay. I don't know what got into me those years ago. I guess I was still too irresponsible to own a roleplay. I know this is dead, but I'm just letting you know.)
I played with a guy, around 55 years old, I think, he only had like 5 clubs and still shot in the high 90s. He had a big titleist cart bag which he pulled on a trolley....
Ranana, this RP's dead. Has been for more than two years, by the look of things. Try not to commit acts of thread necromancy in the future, please.
And, seeing as it is gone, the mods might as well lock this so that it sinks back to the bottom, where it belongs.
And, seeing as it is gone, the mods might as well lock this so that it sinks back to the bottom, where it belongs.
Your wish is my command!
Locked!
Locked!
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