Let´s continue here!


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OOC: I was wondering when you'd get round to this

Querin Gylaine was one of those people who seemed to have it all. He had only been in Morrowind for three years, and his rise through the ranks of Great House Telvanni had been swift, putting the twenty-four years old breton in a position that most Dunmeri members only achieved after a couple hundred of years. He was a Master of the house, a position only a few Outlanders had ever achieved. His swift raise through the ranks was due to his magical skills and his ability and willingless to remove of anyone standing in his way.

He reigned over your typical telvanni mushroom-tower settlement. Gylaine's settlement, Tel Keh'rin was, however, the easternmost telvanni settlement on Vvardenfell. Located in the Ashlands, the closest place of relative civilization was the camp of the barbarian Urshilaku which was just three or four miles away. The savages didn't bother him, and he didn't bother them, and Gylaine was content.

But of course, his settlement had been noted. And soon after, the meddlesome Redorans who claimed dominion over the area had sent a siege force to Tel Keh'rin. Ironically, Querin was the only mage in the settlement with magical skills beyond a simple firebite spell or the conjuring of a Scamp. It was only because of the town having been grown on a hill that the Redorans hadn't yet conquered it.

"The Redoran dogs have continued to attack our line of defences, Magelord. We will have to withdraw the troops to the inner wall should they continue to be this ferocious." , the captain of the local guards spoke to the Telvanni lord.

"No sign of the reinforcements from Sadrith Mora, Kirath?"

"Nothing, Magelord. It is as though---"

The captain's words were cut short as in a swirl of magicka Anthanes magically appeared in the chamber. The Captain immediately drew his sword, but a gesture from Querin made the Dunmer stand down, as the Breton had recognized the man who had been an apprentice together with him.

"Good to see you again, Anthanes." , the Breton said sincerely. "But may I ask why you used the spell our Master had cast to keep eachother safe? We haven't used it ever since you left the tower!"

"That's a long story, Querin..." Anthanes sighed as he began to explain the recent events.

Sel ran to the dunmer that had just fallen out of the sky.

"Megil?" he asked as he turned him over to see his face.

"Celia! Serene! Megil needs help!"

OOC: thought you wanted to be tortured...

sasal was awe struck, as he ran to the dunmer who fell from the sky and poked him while asking "hey! umm... howd'ya do that? umm are you ok? need some flin?" said sasal in the most child-like curiosity

Mage

Yes. Arcyakt answered Osano's question.

He smiled to himself as he looked through his mirror into the cell that Megil had escaped from. He loved the fact that he had connected his mind with Serene's...

Coming! serene ran to the hurt dunmer..Celia do you have any pain-killer-herbs?

she laid her hands on his wounds.....waiting for something should happen

come on we have to put him in a yurt..let´s take Nibani´s it´s nearby

OOC: i did, but alas i could not arrange it, and was getting impatient so i just escaped. you can always capture him again later and torture him.

From the distance Osano caught the spectacle of a man appearing out of nowhere ten feet above the ground and falling into the dirt. What in Oblivion was that?

posting

(OOC: Whoops! Double-posted, my bad Delete that previous one, please?..)
Celia gasped as she saw a somewhat familiar Dunmer man fall from the sky. That must hurt! Hearing Serene's shout, she took up her woolen sack and ran towards the fallen Dunmer.

When she finally reached him, she kneeled next to him and slowly started to heal him.

(OOC: Have to go now! I have volunteer tomorrow, so I will not be online for a long while..)

"...You are right to wish for vengeance, old friend." Querin spoke to Anthanes as he had finished explaining. "But I can't really help you with that...As you see, I've prospered here on Vvardenfell, but my town is under attack by those Redoran scum. I am the only mage in this town with any useful skill, how ironic, and the Redorans are very skilled in combat, whereas Telvanni..."

The magelord cast a meaningful glare to the captain of the guards, who cringed a bit. "You may go, Kirath." The Dunmer walked out of the chamber as fast as respectfully possible. "It's rather fortunate you have arrived. With your magical powers, we will most certainly be able to turn the tide against the Redoran dogs. And I'm sure you would help me, would you not? You're stuck here anyway."

"I will help you, Querin." , Anthanes replied. The breton rubbed his hands together. "Exxcelent." A few moments later a young bosmer slave entered the room, putting down two limeware cups filled with flin before the mages. Anthanes eyed her with a rather suggestive glare as she proceeded to respectfully stand in the corner waiting for anymore orders, then returned his attention to Querin.

"You should prepare yourself, Anthanes. I'll assign you some quarters...We will attack them tomorrow." The half-dunmer nodded, poured the flin down his throat, and walked out of the chamber. The Breton waved the woodelven slave over and whispered something. Looking down, the Bosmer left the room. Querin got up and walked towards a large organic balcony which gave him a good view over the town and over the Redoran camp, where he could see the smoke of campfires and men milling about. He smirked. Tomorrow they would all die.

Sel backed off, letting those skilled in healing take care of that.

He watched, hoping that Arcyakt had not found someone else to do the toturing that he had refused to do...

ooc: is it almost nightfall(or starting to get dark?)

ooc: i'm off for the night most likely, so osano just follows and watches the group from far away and don't let him be caught without me

sasal grabs his armor and sword, and to the groups suprise, he walks around tossing his helmet around like a toy, then looking at the carved in runes spelling out S and V out of pure curisosity

*sigh* sasal did and was wondering about the elf who fell, thinking of a
way to heal her..."may be one of my brothers healing potions would work!" thought sasal, yet asking him self" but i only have a few, and they are for emergencies..." sasal paced back and forth while tossing his helmet

OOC: Megil is a he. He fell. The only female elf we have is Celia

"This place is nuts..." Fenris remarked dryly, looking back and forth from the former location of the fight between Jonacin and Anthanes, and the unconscious Megil. "hamster cave nuts..."

Sel was tired of the constant things to deal with - strife within the group, duels, and people falling from the sky.

He walked away from Megil - there wasn't much he could do. He sat down beside Fenris.

"Agreed." he said, hearing his statement.

"hmm i have an idea!" sasal ran to his pack, but as soon as reached the pack, he tripped over an empty bottle of flin.
apon getting up , he reached for his pack to bring out a jewel encrested bottle "i think this might help the man, but it has to take a week before it heals him completly, so that means he will have to sleep alot, and he cant get up from his bed, that is if you all want to give him this potion....."

(ooc: lol i thought megil was a guy lol)

Sel shrugged. "Show it to Serene or Celia - they're the healers here."

Niran sat down where he was.

"So, Niran. I take it you're sane again?" he asked jokingly, mimicking the words Niran had said to him earlier.

"Nearly," Niran said, before getting up and walking to Celia.

sasal troted towards the healers and presented them the potion
"here! its a potion made during his days in service to almalexia, it was only given to the high ranking official in the mournhold temple, and it was proven to rival almalexia's healing powers"

"Nobody wants to be near me, obviously." Sel said flatly as he reached for a bottle of matze that was sitting by tthe fire.

Jonacin wandered into one of the yurts and struck up a conversation about recent happening s with the Ashlander inside

"My point is still valid." Sel said dryly as he sipped some matze and watched Jonacin leave.

OOC: gamer, you know Celia is in the process of healing...

sasal laid the potion next to the healers and signaled the men around the fire to have some of his nordic mead as soon as he got to his pack
"psst.. you guys want some drinks?you know to releave some tension and stress?" sasal smirked and beconed the men to drink...

"ooc:whoops, i dint know that they were already healing him, sry! "

"You don't have to be so secretive about it." Sel said to Sasal. "I don't really like nordic drinks, I think I'll pass. Besides, I already have my own." he said, holding up his bottle of matze.

Serene walked over to Sel, she couldn´t do much more for the poor man at the moment he had to sleep now

She saw Sel had a bottle..

"Can I have some of that she asked? I wanna get grunk....tis been a terrible day..." she sat down beside Sel

"ahh i see, but i also have 1 bottle ancient dagoth brandy, and some flin, just incase you change your mind... " and sasal put his goods away and drank his mead by the fire......

Sel looked at Serene. "You can have some, but I'll be damned if I'll let you get drunk." he said. "You look out for me enough, so I'll have to do the same for you."

Serene smiled, stroke Sel´s chin faintly and sat down beside him....

"ok i won´t get drunk, " she said...at least not that i can´t handle it"

"Fine." Sel gave in. "take the rest." he said after he took a large gulp. Only half the botle was left.

OOC: going to a friend's house....bye.

thanks.....Serene sat quietly drinking.....slowly she got a little dizzy and sleepy, and when the bottle was emptied, she laid down and fell asleep, smiling...


OOC:gotta go..prepare for work

noticeing the fact that everyone was asleep, sasal took this chance to talk to his messanger."well since everybody is asleep, i wll use the restroom, or in this case, a dried up tree" wispered sasal
"ok here is the info you wanted on sel..." handing a short bosmer dressed in black a scroll... soon the bosmer said" you best hurry with this operation, we want sel in shackles soon..." and the messenger vanished...

OOC: Sel isn't asleep...

Sel saw Salas go, but figured he was just relieving himself.

He grabbed the bottle from Serene's hand, but was disappointed when it was empty.

"That's what I get for offering the rest..." he said to himself as he reached for a dagoth brandy the Salas had left on the ground.

It burned going down, but Sel didn't mind, after a few sips, he closed the cork and laid down, hoping sleep would come.

That's just crazy. They can't stand as one. We have no chance, thought Shadow. If they go around fighting each other from day to day we'll never get to the mage.
He sat down at the fire and took his wooden pipe from his belt-pouch. He stuffed it with a mix of organic ingredients and lit it. Then he sat back, relaxing as well as he could and letting out small clouds of smoke from time to time. At first, his natural senses of danger wouldn't let him relax by such a hostile band, but he quieted these senses and engaged deep in his thoughts.
Obviously these guys have too much tension in the group. They can't control themselves. For this it would be wiser to spilt up, form two groups that could get along better. But then again, with the battlemage ran off, we have another enemy, so splitting up can be dangerous... I never thought adventuring could be such a headache...

Arco had tried to ignore the recent actions taken, but it wasn't easy. He sat back away from the fire, and the others. They could never even try to take down a mage like Arcyakt, that was their quest. But with all this hostile behavior, traitors it seemed impossible. Arco leaned back in his back, rubbing his face. He started feeling a little bit empty, maybe it just didn't work out for him to go along with others. Maybe it was something he needed to do alone, Arco thought to himself...

after his use off the tree he came back and said "hmm, everybody is so stressed today!" exclaimed sasal, as he washed his hands with a canteen full of water, he noticed that arco was not near the fire...

"hmm, strange that acro did not wish to join us" thought sasal...
soon sasal was caught up in thinking about aresting sel
"maybe a trap? hmm this is hard to be an investigator.... all the deseption.. but it puts food on my table" sasal thought as he eyed the drunken pair near the fire

then his thoughts wandered towards this, Jonacin...." i wonder why he protects serene? a battlemage, protecting a simple spellword?" these thought confused sasal as he thought of all the moments spent at this ashlander camp..

and it struck him! sasal noticed that serene knew some things about sel, and has some kind of attraction towards him" if only i could capture here for bait!" thought sasal.."then he would come to mournhold!" then sasal plotted to take serene " i could make it look like a attack on the village by some thugs, i could get some of the blades to do it, then make it look like they took us both" then sasal turned from a simpled minded, idiotic, wandering drunkard battlemage to a cold blade of morrowind....

OOC: Just so you know - Sel doesn't get drunk. He only drinks enough to calm his nerves.

Sasal thinks that Sel and Serene have something going on! 17 year old with a 48 year old...Sasal will only end up with Jonacin's sword in his neck....

IC

Sel sat up and woke Serene, hoping she wasn't too drunk. He remembered last time she had half a bottle in that abandoned mansion...

"Serene." he said. "Let's go over there, and I'll tell you what you want to know." he said as he pointed to an abandoned fire.

OOC: I'll get them alone so Sasal can try something. key word = try.

Serene woke up from Sel´s voice, she had a slight headache but nothing seious really, and the thought of at last get to know Sel´s story made her alert....

"Ok Sel, I´m coming, just let me go in private for a moment"

She returned and went with Sel.....to listen to what the young man had to say....

"What exactly do you want to know?" he asked Serene once they got to the fire. If he knew that, he could know where to start...

OOC: sorry it took me awhile to post - I was reading ch 2 of your story...

Serene looked at him.....i want to know about your childhood, about your family, the dark secrets that you have implied...the dark memories I helped you to ignore....

If you tell me and we can dicuss the issues..they won´t torment you anymore, you will learn to live with them.....

So start with as far back as you can remember......

She looked at him with warmth, she cared for him that´s for sure.....they had been through a lot together lately...

Jonacin finished his conversation and left the yurt. He saw Serene sitting by the fire, and was about to go over to her when he noticed she was talking with Sel. By the look on his face, he was telling her something that he didn't really want anyone to know

Sel sighed before beginning. "My mother, my sister, and myself lived in a little hut on the ouskirts of Ald'ruhn - Niran and Celia have seen it. I never knew my father, my mother always said that he wasn't the type to settle, and he left after my sister was born." Sel scoffed. "That basdtarde probably just saw me and Vysi - that was my sister's name - as a difficult responsibility and ran."

He paused for a second. "When I was fourteen, my mother died. She starved herself so that Vysi and I could eat. That left me as the family's caretaker. I got enough money for us to live, working for a crazy mage who was always hunting artifacts. All I did was record the findings and offer him some protection with my sword. But I was often gone for days, or even weeks at a time, and that left Vysi at home by herself a lot. One time, I came home after work, only to find our little house ransacked, and my sister raped and killed."

"I tried to kill the mer then and there, but he got away." Sel said, a mixture of anger and sadness rising in him just from remembering. "I tracked him down, though, and got my revenge. I told Shakur that I slit the man's throat, but that was only half true - I only gave him the death he deserved after I had tortured him."

Sel stopped, hoping she wouldn't ask for any more details.

Anthanes frowned as he looked out over the Redoran camp. There were quite a lot of soldiers...Too much for him to be able to wipe them out with his magick.
He had to find a solution. Perhaps the darker arts might...Wait! An invocation of Boethiah...excellent...

Hearing the door open, he turned around, unsheathing his sword, but realized it was only the bosmer slave he had leered at earlier. Excellent..

"M-magelord Gylaine has s-sent me to take care of your every need, Master... " the woman said, looking down. I was going to use her for my pleasure, but she'll be good as a sacrifice...

With a few quick paces, Anthanes was near the bosmeri slave, a curved dagger with daedric runes in hand. Before she could react, he stabbed the dagger through her heart, and the slave died with a low gurgle. Anthanes put the corpse on the nearby table, spreading it out, and with his dagger cut out the heart. Holding it high, he began a chant in daedric: "Sharmathzkham Boethiah acraeius matherim v'laash aecrium Boethiah!"

As the half-dunmer finished chanting, the corpse began trembling and a booming, genderless voice rose from the dead slave's mouth.

"WHY HATH THEE INVOKED ME, MORTAL?"

"Allmighty Boethiah, thine might is required."

"WHAT FOR?" , Boethiah's voice inquired.

"Doth thou see the army outside of this town? They threaten thy loyal servant, and I require thine assistance in slaying the dogs."

"I SEE THEM, MY MINION. SO BE IT. I SHALL AID THEE TOMORROW IN VANQUISHING THEM. I SHALL SEND MY MINIONS FROM THE VOID TO ASSIST THEE. THEN, I SHALL FEAST UPON THEIR SOULS."

As the voice of Boethiah finished speaking, the corpse began to disintegrate, leaving only the rags the slave had been wearing behind. And Anthanes smirked, satisfied.

"Zius aecrium!"

With a slight spell, the bloodstains were gone.

They shall all die, by Boethiah's might.

Serene sat still tears in her eyes after hearing Sel´s story...

"What a terrible thing for a 14 year old." she slowly said" But you must not feel any guilt of what you did to that mer. I know it´s not right to take a man´s life whatsoever but you were merely a child at that time and finding your sister molested and slain must have been a sheer catastrophe for you.

She then started rubbing Sel´s temples, quietly chanting some words that made him very sleepy......She focused on Sel, gently rubbing his guilt away with that strange kind of magic that so few mages really are skilled to do..She knew she might have to give him more treatments löike this but she was confident she would succeed in getting him a little bit more at ease with himself.......

Sel was very sleepy and at last he faded away putting his head in her lap...


Ooooaaaahhhhoooaaaaaaaaooohhhaaaooaaa her song sounded over the ashlands and gave a faint echo in the mountains...

So they sat for 2 hours......

OOC: Anthanes now scares the bejeezus out of me.