Alduin's Rise

[twentynine29]

Edwin rested near the ship's bow on his way to their next destination. He looked over Skyrim's surprisingly calm environment. The pine trees of Falkreath were replaced by birch trees as they headed east.The mountain High Hrothgar was always visible throughout the trip. Time passed, he had been absorbed in his book for the past hour, until he heard the word coming out of someone's mouth Riften, The City of Thieves. He had heard stories about Riften, a godforsaken city populated by the lowest vermin Tamriel has to offer. The ruling Dragon Priest contributed to this. This fossil was notorious for performing gruesome rituals on those who displeased him. This time he aimed to do more than what he did in Whiterun, which was mostly getting in the way. If he hesitated or made one slip this time, he had a horrible death to expect. He kept his hand close to his sword, fully aware what kind of hell they were descending into.

 

(P.S: Sorry for the wait, been distracted lately. Grella and Bragol don't need amulets, we've got enough as it is. They could stay at the ship, protect it, make sure it doesn't get stolen or blown up while the rest are gone.)

 

(Edit: Nearly three weeks and still no word. Are we still alive?)

Edited January 19, 2014 by twentynine29

[Xion136]

(I really don't know. I am but I can't do anything as Teresse is waiting for an answer about becoming the cook...)

[Macman253]

Grella looked to Raj for confirmation. Raj payed no attention as he piloted the Jazeera. With a keen eye Grella watched the Ningheim for a long moment.

 

"Fine, let us know what stuff you need to prepare meals, breakfast is just after wake up call, be up two hours early to prepare." She said coldly before folding her arms across her chest and standing next to the pilot's wheel.

 

Raj checked his map, making slight alterations to their course, just to their left was the Throat Of The World, the mountain-top was clouded under a near permanent cloud cover.

 

"That is unusual." Grella pointed out, Raj nodded. In all his long years of air-sailing he had never seen the clouds form around a mountain's top for a lengthy period of time.

 

"Yes, the wind usually pushes them past." He said as he watched the clouds, he watched the cloud circle around the peak.

 

"Whatever they are... they are not natural, something or someone does not want anyone to know what is up there." He added before steering the Jazeera away from the mountain.

 

Raj looked to the armored warrior and slapped his thigh in laughter, "Sure lad, Bragol will need a shoveler fer' coal." He replied as he leveled out the wheel and slowly made course alterations to bank around the mountain.

 

(Grella and Bragol are dedicated crew, they do not depart the ship unless Raj tells them too.)

Edited January 20, 2014 by Macman253

[Keanumoreira]

(So what are we doing Fennec? Is this thing still up and running?)

[Xion136]

Teresse regarded Grella calmly.

"Any and all vegetables and meat you can get. More I have, more meals I can make so you all aren't having to eat the same stew all day." She said.

 

As Grella left, she slipped through everything to the bow, where, already, Kirsi was waiting.

"Hey."

"Hey." Kirsi smiled. "Doing ok?"
"I'm gonna be the cook here."

"Haha. Love cooking still? I remember when you made those honey treats for me. That and declaration of love...you're such a kid still."

"...Meanie."

Kirsi laughed, her voice amplified by the cool air.

[FennecFyre]

(Sorry guys, I've been keeping an eye on this but I guess I started lagging a bit. Maybe this'll pick us up.)

 

For the moment, Sivari was simply content to listen to the others talking behind her. She turned back to the railing, eyes scanning the skyline. So far up, there were few sounds aside from the creaking of ropes and the faint, sporadic whistling of the wind. Perhaps Khajiit can actually relax for a minute, she thought, grinning slightly.

 

 

This was about when the distant roar came.

 

Sivari froze, all thoughts of relaxing forgotten. Maybe it's nothing, she tried to reason. Maybe it's just a sabrecat with a stomachache. Maybe it's--

 

Nope.

 

One moment the sky above them was clear, and the next a large form was rocketing towards them out of the sun. The shape resolved itself into a moss-colored dragon, wings folded into a dive. Already shouting a warning, Sivari jumped away from the railing as it zoomed past, swooping underneath the ship and opening it's wings again to pull up sharply. Once it was above the ship again, it began to circle, looking down at the ship with bizarre sideways pupils. Instead of horns, a large webbed crest grew from the back of it's skull. "Raj..." called Sivari, watching the dragon as her heart threatened to beat it's way out of her chest. It seemed more perplexed by the ship than anything else, but there was no sign of fear in it's eyes. The look of curiosity changed to a snarl, and she realized the dragon was by no means happy about it's domain being invaded by several pesky mortals in a floating boat.

[Keanumoreira]

(Thank goodness. I thought this rip was dead for sure.)

 

 

Abdul was awakened from a deep slumber by what sounded like thunder. His eyes flickered open to a dragon diving down and swooping beneath the Jazeera, its size so enormous, that the wind it cast blew Abdul over the side. He hung on for dear life, his eyes cast below to Sivari and the rest of the crew. His thoughts turned to death and Sanguine, and with renewed vigor, he pulled himself up and back into the crow's nest.

 

Pulling out his bow, the Argonian released a volley of arrows into the sky. They killed one before, but this dragon was fast and agile. Every arrow missed, but Abdul was determined.

[Macman253]

Raj roared with laughter, "Battlestations!" He shouted as he pulled a large wooden lever, the control wings extended, giving the already agile Airship even greater control.

 

"Grella! On the ballista!" He shouted as he wheeled hard to port, the Jazeera responded with khajiit-like grace and she titlted, bringing the large ballista at her bow to bear on the dragon.

 

Grella hurried down the length of the ship and kicked the lever that opened the hatch where the ballista was concealed. It was a glistening bronze, carved with intricate dwarvish runes, the nord woman grabbed the controls and levered back the string. The weapon was primed.

 

"Loaded and ready Captain!" She shouted as he drew a bead on the circling dragon.

 

Raj smiled a wicked smile. "Fire!" He yelled, and gave a solemn promise to TallPapa that he would bring down this dragon.

 

Grella nodded and fired, the ballista hurled a wickedly barbed bolt with a thick rope tied to it at the dragon. The recoil of the weapon was so strong the Airship rocked slightly.

 

Raj lets out an ear piercing whistle, Bragol comes up from below decks and tosses a handful of crossbows on the deck.

 

"Take one and keep shooting!" Shouted the Orc has he heaved up a barrel of bolts from below decks.

[OminousVoice]

Tordin barged past Bragol and up onto the deck. He had been below shovelling coal into the furnace when he heard the unmistakeable roar. He watched as the dragon swept passed the Jazeera with effortless grace and banked around for another approach. Instinctively he clutched at his hammer and was about to unsheathe it before realising this was not a melee battle. Instead he checked the activity of the rest of the crew. Grella was firing from the ships ballista but each shot was missing its target. The dragon was flying rings around the airship. It needed to be corralled into the ships firing arc.

The airship lurched once more as Grella fired again. Tordin focused his magicka into his hands. Sparks of lightning arced up and down his arms as he took aim at the beast. With a crack of thunder Tordin unleashed a bolt of lightning at the dragon. The bolt rushed mere feet from the dragons nose, causing it to quickly rear up and bank away back toward the bow of the ship.

 

"Those of you schooled in Destruction help me drive it toward the airships bow!" He yelled. "If you hit it, all the better, but keep it away from the stern!"

Edited February 4, 2014 by OminousVoice

[twentynine29]

Edwin heard the loud roar of the dragon. It nearly swept him off of his feet. Startled, he instinctively fired a few spells at the sky before coming to his senses. The dragon was similar to the first dragon they faced before. The only difference was that it was flying. But this is just what his optimism was saying. Nevertheless, he immediately fired several spells at the dragon. This one was fast however, faster than a black horse on moon sugar. Only one or two spells connected. He thought of summoning a Flame Atronach to make striking the dragon easier. Needless to say, he did, and it somewhat worked. Following Tordin's plan, he tried to keep the dragon in front of the ship. Whenever the dragon would attempt to veer to the ship's side or fly overhead, he'd herd it back to the front with a large blast of magic. He even used the crossbows Bragol tossed on deck to his advantage, using a Telekinesis spell to fire them remotely. The only problem was that the dragon could fly under and attack the stern. Thankfully the dragon hadn't thought of that yet, and was just sticking to charging into the same traps over and over again. Soon the dragon was completely trapped in front of the bow. He signaled Raj to charge forward and impale the flying lizard.