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[Zephyr Kronos]

OOT> sorry I haven't been able to post lately I've been busy as all get out and haven't had the time needed to compose a good post.

Kriak within Fort Floodgate

Kriak followed the man through the musty fort Hmmmm the offer is superb however I get the feeling that there is more to this fort than meets the eye if hordes of ashlanders are besieging it on a regular basis. I never was one to take a job before finding the skeletons in all the closets. It never hurts to have leverage should the situation call for it... Kriak thought as he followed through the narrow corridors to the baracks. As he reached the bunk room he slowly swivelled his head, tossing it gently and sweeping his hair as if it had been in his face. In a glance he took in the number of men, their current armament and the exits of the room.

"This can be your bunk for the evening sirrah." The soldier informed him before excusing himself to patrol duty.

Well, this is rather unimpressive, a very unkempt fortress all things considered. The men are in excellent fighting condition it would seem and yet the fortress lacks the numbers of such competent men that one would expect to be present on a constantly attacked frontier fortress. Either this is not all the men or this fort serves a far different purpose than just frontier management. With these closing thoughts Kriak settled himself into bed and shut his physical eyes with a faint murmor on his lips...

[darkedge42392]

Adrynn Indarys, Blades Safehouse, Fort Floodgate

Adrynn tossed himself into the bunk provided by Lecuaro, not even bothering to take off his Gah-Julan Bonemold armor. With a final prayer on his lips, his thoughts turned to his wife as he drifted off to sleep.

[XanAlderon]

Edward Wildeve, Indarys manor, Bal Isra

Edward ate slowly, as he finishes the last of his food he felt more content than he had in a long time. He got up, stretched and thanked Garlia for the food. He wandered back to the room he had first inhabited, found his bed and slept.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Lecuaro Sulnair Marczon - Blades Safehouse Bunk Room

Lecuaro led the way into the bunk room. The place was fairly barren, only sporting a rug and a single tapestry bearing the Blades insignia hanging on the back wall. Still, it was better than sleeping outside in the Ashlands. Lecuaro went to one of the left beds as Adrynn chose one to the right. The Breton removed the pieces of his ebony-and-chitin-reinforced glass armor and sat them beside the bed. He rarely removed his armor when he slept, but the past couple days' events had left both his mental state and physical body highly stressed and his aching head and joints made these things loud and clear. He pulled the covers up over his body and rested his head on the pillow. He was asleep within seconds.

Lecuaro's dream world avatar once again awoke from its slumber, but it did not awaken to the scene to which it had the past couple times. Before him stood a beautifully decorated altar to the Nine. The altar itself was made of white marble, and a cloth of the most brilliant blue with turquoise stripes and trimming covered the altar's top and the steps. The wall behind it was segmented like a puzzle, but still quite pretty. Only when Lecuaro looked up did he realize that it was an enormous stained glass depiction of Julianos. He took several steps back, all the while his eyes were panning the window. It had to be at least an acre in width and height.

Lecuaro then looked behind him and was struck with awe at what he saw. It was a massive cathedral to the Nine. A huge central circular altar dominated the room and around it were smaller altars like the one to Julianos in front of marvelous stained glass pictures of the other eight Divines. The columns that separated the stained glass windows and the floor were pure white. Lecuaro looked up to the ceiling and saw that the nonagonal structure rose up into a dome plated with a highly reflective turquoise material. It was the most amazing edifice he had ever seen.

As he stood there, taking it all in, the unmistakable gentle, soft sound of a lute being finger-picked began playing behind him. Lecuaro wheeled around and beheld a small, young Breton woman playing an elegantly carved lute with a skill thought to be reserved only for gods. She was clad in a simple yet pretty burgundy shawl and wore no jewelry. She turned her head to face the middle-aged Breton, and he couldn't help but stare; she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her eyes were a deep green. Her nose started out skinny at the top and slowly, gradually widened before rounding out at the nostrils. Her lips were puffy and strawberry red and there was the cutest little Cupid's bow in her upper lip and a little crease in her lower one. Her jaw was just angular and pronounced enough to add some definition and her chin smoothly rounded. Her cheeks were slightly puffed and blushed light red. Her ears were perfectly proportioned and had that coveted flair on the top curve. Her hair was a deep walnut brown. She smiled sweetly at him, and all he could do was smile back.

A second, higher-sounding lute suddenly sounded off to the left. Lecuaro looked over and saw a Dunmer man plucking a cruder lute at a slightly faster tempo than the Breton girl. Lecuaro felt compelled to go over and see the man, and so he did. As he neared the elf, he saw that he was dressed in an outfit common among the minstrels of Vvardenfell. When he neared him, the Dark Elf looked up at him. He was handsome. The irises of his eyes were bright red. This lips were thinner and straighter than the Breton girl's, but still not ugly. His cheeks were slightly angular and had no blush.

Lecuaro listened to the two lutes being played in unison, and he felt that he had heard the tune before, but could not remember what it was. At the time though, he didn't much care; it was just pretty to listen too. He walked around the cathedral, observing all the decoration. No more lute players appeared though.

Back in the real world, the grizzled frontiersman didn't move a muscle. He just lay there on his back, enraptured in the best sleep he had had in a long while.

[Zephyr Kronos]

Kriak Fort Floodgate

The murmor upon Kriak's lips stole away the darkness from the room around him for a brief moment before darkening Kriak's countenance and suddenly it was within him.

Kriak's mind seemed to splinter into a billion ebon fragments within his sureal slumber. The great tendrils of the darkness once so familiar to him invaded his thoughts and conscience for the first time in years. The swirling tempest made him nearly awake in an anguished scream yet somehow deep within his mind a part of himself, the Kriak long forgotten, awoke and basked in the growing abyss. The long forgotten past siezed the darkness within its grasp and wrestled with its demonic form bending it and subverting it to his will. Blackhallow once more formed within Kriak's tormented mind. Countless men, women and beasts clashing within a mighty maelstrom of magical energies. Trees shrieked as the world seemed to die around the armies of mislead light and righteous darkness. He dashed through the shadows of his comrades and foes alike, solidifying to slash out throats with the pearl and let loose the poisoned barbs of his arrows. Draconic warriors let loose great fires and typhoons of mana upon the other combatants-There! The one with the white cloak! At last!-The memory shattered as Kriak regained full control of his mind-and the darkness of his memories.

While his body rested his mental and metaphysical self moved with a haste few could imagine. A dark spot appeared amoungst some of the shadows within the fortress. If one could see beneath Kriak's eyelid they would notice the abscence of a pupil... Down the halls the spot traveled, relaying everything back through the retina down the optical nerve and to Kriak's mind, impulses surged like chained arcs of lightning to his psyche. Guards on patrol, banners flapping in the wind, torches flickering in the night, all were observed by the slumbering hunter who once sought game and now sought knowledge.

[AurianaValoria1]

Velanya Therys, Fort Buckmoth, Interior

"Lady Knight Therys!"

The Imperial woman in front of her stopped mid-stride and saluted her smartly.

"At ease, Champion Pullia," Velanya commanded. "How are things here at the Fort?"

Raesa Pullia, the Champion of Buckmoth, relaxed. She smiled warmly at her sister-in-arms. One hazel eye sparkled in the dim torchlight, the other hidden by her auburn bob.

"Well enough," Raesa replied, "how was your trip to Ebonheart and back?"

"Relatively uneventful, until about two hours ago," Velanya answered, "There's four dead Ashlanders roughly halfway between Ghostgate and Moonmoth, in the Foyada Mamaea. They need taken care of."

"Ashlanders jumped you in the Foyada?" the Champion asked, a look of bewilderment crossing her face, "Things are getting stranger all the time. Very well, I'll send some troopers to bury the bodies. Is that all?"

"Indeed. Thank you, Raesa. I'll be off to the barracks...I've a warm bed calling me," Velanya replied.

The two saluted each other and parted. Velanya made her way across Buckmoth's foyer and down a two flights of stairs, her boots clacking on the stones. She hung a left at the bottom and entered the barracks, which lay directly across from the Imperial Cult altar.

The other legionnaires were fast asleep. Slipping out of her boots, the knight tiptoed to her bunk: the topmost on the far left end. She removed her gauntlets and belt, loosened her hair, and carefully climbed up over the High Elf on the bottom bunk. Settling into her mattress, she crossed her arms over her breastplate. Velanya had worn her uniform so much now that sleeping in it no longer bothered her. She watched the warm torchlight dance on the wall until it lulled her into a dreamless slumber.

Edited by AurianaValoria1, 29 May 2011 - 10:46 PM.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Lecuaro Sulnair Marczon: Fort Floodgate, Blades Safehouse





The entire seen melted away from Lecuaro at once as the Blades Safehouse bunk room slowly materialized. He rose up from the bed. His joints were still slightly sore, but not nearly as bad as they had been. He rose up from the bed and stretched. Adrynn was still fast asleep in his bunk, but Lecuaro thought it wise not to wake a warrior from a deep slumber -- he'd had an unpleasant experience stemming from the opposite decision before. Instead, he sauntered into the main room and back up into the main fort.

Lecuaro eventually made his way up to the battlements where he observed the ongoing cleanup and rearrangement. He still had no idea where all those Ashlanders came from, but he knew that they'd be back. Still, he released these thoughts from his mind for the time being. He strutted around the walls, enjoying the greatly reduced twinges in his legs and arms and breathing in some fresh air.

[nethgros]

Dar'krinji. Fort Floodgate's Gate

Dar'krinji arrives at a large gate, the ground surrounding is littered with the corpses of many men. He looks around, and smirks. "Whoever controls this place must be quite good at what they do," he thinks, "Maybe now I can finally do somthing besides wander this waste." Dar then shouts out to whoever can hear, "HEY, let me IN!" Then he sits down in front of this gate, and waits.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Lecuaro Sulnair Marczon - Fort Floodgate Battlements



As Lecuaro stood on the wall, looking out over the wastes, he heard the loud voice of what sounded like a Khajiit over from the direction of the gate. He glanced over that way and found his men to be looking over there too, so he made his way to one of the gate's towers. From the observation window, he could see the likely source of the voice: a normal-looking Khajiiti man sitting on the ground in front of the gate.


Lecuaro looked over at Captain Danius, who was standing next to him and said, "Danius, take some men and go see what this Khajiit wants."

"Yessir." Danius replied as he started down to the castle courtyard.

A few minutes later, the gate of Fort Floodgate raised up and Danius and a small cluster of soldiers approached the new visitor.

[nethgros]

Dar'krinji. Fort Floodgate

As the contingent of men approached Dar, they inquired as to what he was doing here. He replied with what he thought was a very obvious answer, "I've come to get something to do, of course. I want to get in on all this." Dar motions to the various corpses on the ground. Then he asked them, "So what do you think, eh? Got some stuff around here to do?"