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[aridale]

[ooc]Who is your group made of? It seems our group will consist of the 'not-so-often-posting' perhaps =)[/ooc]

Crimson turns to face the man, clearly a monk of some sort, slightly stunned by the rather prompt mention of his name from behind. "Why hello Master Wang! I was beginning to wonder to mself if I had perhaps died before I got to the camp here for no one seemed to even notice my presence, even Fygges own Paladins paid me slightly less than a glance and a gruff... Thats beside the point however! Consider yourself one more in number my new found monkly inclined friend!" he concludes with a widening smile.

[ixnos]

OOC: just wanted to tie up some loose ends and such before moving onto the next part since it is not up yet...guess Malchik has to snore once in a while

With his hands clasped behind his head, Kane chuckles watching Dur's actions as he interacts with Aldhelm. He seems to get a few looks from his fellow team mates and slowly stops to explain himself.

"My friend, you need to learn calmness...trust me, if I didn't have such control, several heads would have been bashed in already...people are different and that is our biggest weapon against anyone...everyone is unpredictable and not all of us can be chained to schedules, some have to have constant attention and that is why the only attention they gain from me is a mere look of disappointment"

Kane smirks while pushing his clasped fingers towards his head, several cracks are heard from his knuckles and shoulders before the group are in front of Fygge, with all forms filled and accounted for, it was now time for judgement

"I find no fault with your weapons but I have to advise you that we have learned the daedra from the rift can track anything of daedric origin as surely as if they could see it. I'm afraid your weapons will be changed by our magic as you teleport for your own safety and the safety of your party. To do the best we can for you we can change it into steel, iron, or a medium armour like orcish, even indoril. When you arrive it will be what you most prefer to use other than daedric - ebony perhaps?"

This gains a grunt from Kane, he wore daedric to show his enemies his accomplishments and that he wasn't a pushover. Daedric is hard to come by and not something that can be picked up unless you are a highly trained thief and attack the heavly guarded Vivec vaults and due to this Kane had a problem.

"Wait, hold on...my armour and weapon are to defend others, not just me...you take them away, you take my defence away...not to mention we are warriors...not thieves. We may not run into battle straight away but we also don't do sneak attacks. I have no problem switching but I don't understand why the armour has to change...also no matter how stubborn the leader of the transit camp is, the closest to resting I get is leaning against something and closing my eyes. After I lost my closest love I have not been able to sleep at all, call it major insomnia, call it what you will but I'd rather stand guard for the camp than sleep."

Kane sighs, he knew he wouldn't win, if he did he wouldn't have been sent. Problem was though, Kane would now have to settle for Ebony armour, anything else would be too light for him.

[elftor]

[OOC] The group is you, gamer 666, and myself.[/OOC]

"Great," Lui says to Crimson and his other companion," now comes the choice as to whether we want to wait for a forth member to join us or to venture forth at the strength we are at present. I am all prepared to go, but I am always so. Not to mean any offense but, be a great warrior as you may, it seems as though you may be in need of armaments my dear Crimson. I have already prepared some potions that may prove useful to us in the near future. I am also curious to learn of your skills so we may best combine our strengths against our foes". This last comment directed at the two of them.

[aridale]

At Wangs mention of arms Crimsons face slowly brims with a wicked smile. "Your concern or worry touches me Master Wang..." his light hearted tone becomes low and grave, a dark edge becomes clear. "Rest assured I need no armor... Perhaps a small demonstration is in order?" He pulls up the ragged tears that make up his right sleeve baring his pale forearm. He glances around briefly as if looking for something he cant seem to place. Approaching a small table with various daggers, knives and shortswords he picks up a rusted looking iron dagger. Holding it up and inspecting his blade he allows Ilutivar and Lui to see that is quite real. He tests the edge against the hair on his exposed forearm and while not sharp enough to shave the hair its clearly sharp enough to cut.

He looks stock straight at his two new team mates infront of him and places the dagger to his arm just below the elbow. Slowly and firmly he presses the blade into his flesh as it begins to cut he slowly pulls it around his arm to the outside cutting his arm deeply in nearly a full half circle around. As the blade moves his right hand loses all muscle control and hangs limply, most of the tendons controlling is fingers now cut.

He pulls the blade free of his arm and wipes the blood on his tattered pants before thunking it soundly into the wooden table he pulled it from. His right arm limp from the elbow down bleeding freely. Slowly the lines of blood running from the wound harden and stop flowing. They begin to move of their own accord and like tendrils of a spiders web weave and lace around the cut as the flesh closes and heals itself. As the wound lessens he bends his elbow and flexes his fist showing full motor control again as if it were a mere flesh wound.

The last of the blood tendrils fade away as the wound, now hardly a scratch, closes itself completely leaving not so much as a trace it had ever transpired.

All the while Crimsons gaze never left the two men before him, his eyes unblinking.

[theRAIDER]

Arcos nodded to Sesmar as the last bit of Bungler's Bane was collected from the tree. "Let's head back to the camp. You can work on some potions that may aid our attack. I will try to see if there are two more who remain in the camp who wish to join us."

Arcos walked down back into the camp, which was now ablaze with activity, and he laid eyes for the first time upon the massive nord they called Fygge, and was greatly humbled by the man's stature, his apparent strength, and the glorious aura which seemed to surround him. Arcos was struck with awe by a man he had heard of referred to as one of the greatest leaders to come out of Skyrim in this age. It's a pity he isn't a part of the Legions, Arcos thought remorsefully. He would be a grand leader.

Awakened back to reality, Arcos looks around the camp, slowly taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of what very well could be his last hours in Tamriel. The Armorer pounded his hammer and anvil, casting up flames and sparks, and making a familiar noise that was music and rhythm itself to Arcos' ears. Many men were sharpening their swords, their knives, their spears, and Arcos was reminded of an ancient verse from the Ashland poem "Hymn to the Men of Valor". "...the brave and good will find their way, in the evil valley they toil away, the darkest hours are yet to come, and far as ever from their home..."

It was one of Arcos' favorite Ashland hymns, and he hummed it softly, as if in prayer. He was awakened from his reverence with a newfound strength and unity of purpose. He cupped his hands to his mouth and began to call out among the good and brave. "I need two more brave men to join me and an alchemist. Two more men!"

[dunmer_jediknight]

Dur-Colath looks down at his Tanto "crap. I love my daedric weapon, But if I am to be effective as the team scout I guess I have to go ebony." He shakes his head as he makes it known to Fygge about his choice.
Hearing Kane's deilema Dur-Colath smiles " Kane my man, you WILL sleep, we have no choice in the matter, it will be an enchanted sleep. So at least this one time you will know sleep and rest since your personal disaster." Dur-Colath understands why Kane doesn't want to sleep. He also would prefer to keep an eye out for trouble rather then sleep. "I also dont think I could sleep on my own with Daedra so closeby. But as I said we really dont have a choice in the matter. Sucks dont it?" Dur-Colath lets out a laugh that would do a Nord proud. " Ok Fygge get this magic over with, the more you talk the more the situation sounds worse and worse. I dont mind Daedra, I hate the fact that gods are involved but hey life is not fair. And I have been looking to visit Oblivion since I found out I could kill Daedra and live to talk about it. And now you tell me you have to take my best weapon away?!?!" Dur-Colath shakes his head but smiles.
"Well as I said earlier I guess I dont have much choise. But if I die because of this weapon swich I'm comeing back to haunt you Fygge." And Dur-Colath laughs agine. "Ok everyone hold on to what is most presious to you because we're going for a ride!"

[elftor]

"Well Crimson I am impressed. I am curious, however, as to how you managed to pull that one off. Well if your ready than we are almost all set to leave. We just have to make sure that our other companion is also ready and see if we can't quickly enlist one other warrior to join our cause. I fear that it will require all the strength we can muster if we are to be able to defeat our adversaries".

[aridale]

He smiles weakly, his usual air returning. Slowly he lowers himself into a sitting position near the table. "Come now, Master Wang... Surely you being of a monkly background understands theres more to the depths of the world, just under the surface, than what your eyes alone can show you..." his breathing slightly heavy on his chest. "...such measures are not without cost, however. It weakens me greatly, and the pain as you can probably imagine is almost unbearable. I seem to grow more and more used to it each time though, and I fear that I one day may actually enjoy it... Can I be killed? Yes, I most certainly can. Will it be easy? ...Not if I can help it..." he says with a smirk.

[Malchik]

Please see update 9

[Peregrine]

Two more men!

The call caught Aleksi's attention instantly. As the groups had begun to depart, his search had become more and more desperate. Soon, even the half-decent fighters would be gone, and only the incompetent would remain. The experts he wanted simply weren't there, he would have to settle for the average, or pray he could reach one of the other camps in time. You've got a job to do, he reminded himself silently. No time for these games... And so, reluctantly, he walked over to join Arcos.

"Aleksi sar-Ryskin," he said, offering a hand in introduction, "scout and archer. I will join your group."


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Form, posted here for convenience:

Name: Aleksi sar-Ryskin
Race: Nord
Age: 37
Weapons: Bonemold longbow and ebony rapier/dagger.
Armour: Steel chainmail shirt (worn hidden under clothes).
Potions: 4 restore health, 2 invisibility, 1 each restore strength/agility.
Scrolls: none.
Enchanted Items: six paralysis arrows..
Other: able to cast chameleon, invisibility, sanctuary, mark/recall (some chance of failure), low-power restore attribute spells. Zero skill with offensive magic of any kind.

Name: Ilmari
Race: Falcon
Age: Older than the universe.
Weapons: Talons of Slaying and Beak of Doom.
Armour: Feathers of Invulnerability.
Potions: none.
Scrolls: none.
Enchanted Items: CE night eye/restore health amulet that can not be used by anyone else (no killing my poor bird with some random stray fireball!).
Other: is much smarter than a normal bird, and probably most of the other mercenaries. Is clearly the product of strange magic.