FlightlessBird Posted March 16, 2005 Share Posted March 16, 2005 Isaac had witnessed Wrens bolt fly into the Argonians arm, and gritted his teeth. Isaac prepared a powerful spell in his head, specifically a damage health/poison one, and to prevent friendly fire, he would have to touch the Winged Twilight with his hand or his staff. Wisely choosing his staff, he charged at the Winged Twilight while completing the spell in his mind.All I have to do is touch it... Coming up on the Winged Twilight, Isaac lunged foreward in hopes of tapping the daedra... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crim, The Red Thunder Posted March 16, 2005 Share Posted March 16, 2005 OOC: *sigh* another ooc post.... i stole the idea from abramul, i thought it might be useful and helpful to the dm's. sorry. I kinda figured i would have the chance to try and edge around to the side a bit and not be in too much danger of hitting someone... so much for that... ah well... (Course, this coming from the guy who fires area-effect bolts into his bloodmoon companion's attack. Hit the enemy, but killed the companion... oh well... his loss... :rolleyes: ) Sorry to abramul for that... I hate to penalize someone else for my stupid actions... that happens too much already. IC: Wren immediately drops her crossbow, on the ground, seeing as how it take too much time to stow it. She rushes forward, grabs a potion in one hand and tuckes it into her belt. She then draws her rune axe, grips it tightly, and utters a prayer to the norse gods. (Who do nord's worship? Odin? (J/k) seriously, i don't know if this is too in context...) She notices the runes of the axe shimmer and prepares to swing at the torso of the Twilight. *If i can just drive it away from cloaked at night, i can give him this potion to heal some of his wounds* She swings her axe with all her might, wildly, to drive it away, even if not actually harming it, and taking just enough care in the aim of the attack to not harm her ally again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyjet3 Posted March 17, 2005 Share Posted March 17, 2005 Daric seeing the excessive wounds on Cloaked-At-Night, he charges in and quickly casts a spell to heal up his wounds. He scans through his mind to find a decent spell and quickly begins to whisper the incantation. A blue light flows through the air and travels towards Cloaked-At-Night's weakened and battereed body. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eiade Posted March 19, 2005 Author Share Posted March 19, 2005 Isaac and Wren: Isaac's charge catches the daedra off-guard, and his hit is successful. A green cloud of vile mist envelops the creature, and it screams, trying to get the poison off of it. Wren's swing misses, but the daedra's reflex to jump back resulted in tripping over some loose rubble and falling on its rear.Cloaked-at-Night: You see your arm's wound close, as Daric's spell was successfully cast. The pain in your shoulder subsides, but the gashes from the Twilight's claws have not closed up, and blood continues to exit the eviscerations. You see a twilight fall on its behind, and you are filled with vigor from Daric's healing. While the daedra is down, you plunge your tanto in and out its belly one time, and hop back to avoid any counterattack. But, there is no counterattack. The twilight is frail, and dies off relatively quickly. The second twilight, seeing the ferocity of the party's attacks, gives out a scream and takes off into the air. As for the bandits, one is dead, one is badly injured, and one is a little bloodied up, still standing and catching his breath. "If we had met you in any other circumstance, we would've killed you," the dunmer said. "However, you have just saved our lives, and we are grateful. How can we repay you?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlightlessBird Posted March 19, 2005 Share Posted March 19, 2005 Isaac's charge had been a success but his momentum carried him off his feet and onto the ground. Moaning, he got up with the help of his staff. He brushed off dirt on his clothes and examined himself. Having gotten through the battle with only a scrape from his fall, Isaac wondered what use a bandit could be to their party. Isaac contemplated in his brain, Maybe they know a faster route to the ancestral tomb, or maybe we could just take their belongings and leave them in the cold... Hardly heroic but they could possibly deserve it. The comment about killing us wasn't very welcoming either... "Daric you should probably heal the near death one." Isaac said as he pointed to the bandit who was badly injured. "Im going to go see if that one on the ground is completely dead." Isaac walked over to the body of the bandit and checked his pulse. Cold. Isaac waited for another party member to speak up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyjet3 Posted March 19, 2005 Share Posted March 19, 2005 Daric takes Isaacs advice and quickly runs over to the heavily injured bandit and places his hand on his chest, his body becomes incircled in a blue light and the bandit soon is able to get up on his own. Daric then walks over to Isaac whom is now standing over the dead body... "It's a shame, if only we had been a little sooner." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crim, The Red Thunder Posted March 20, 2005 Share Posted March 20, 2005 Wren cleans off her axe, and shamefacedly, walks toward cloaked at night. "Im sorry cloaked at night, i dont know what i was thinking." She hands him the potion, and points out that he's still bleeding from the daedras cuts. She then turns and walks towards the bandits, intent on listening to the conversation there, hoping for some nice bit of information. Wren felt a certain sympathy for the bandits, remembering days when she had done similar things to get by. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abramul Posted March 20, 2005 Share Posted March 20, 2005 "Wren, you made a simple mistake. No permanent harm was done, so don't worry about it." Cloaked-at-Night drinks the potion, and feels the skin of his arm knit itself into wholeness. However, he decides he would be better off listening from a distance till he knows the bandits' stance on slavery, and whether they cared about their fallen comrade. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eiade Posted March 21, 2005 Author Share Posted March 21, 2005 The standing bandit was clad in full boiled netch leather, slightly crakced in some places, with dark gray clothing underneath. His face was stubbly, his eyes a darker red than Tylen's and his hair was down and unkept, with a few visible tangles. Nonetheless, he looked menacing and capable of many unspeakable things. After being healed, the second gets up, and thanks Daric with a dunmeri accent. This one's hair was shorter, and tied back in a short ponytail. He also wore boiled netch leather armor, but wore no gloves or pauldrons, which left his arms exposed to the air. He appeared a bit younger, but the physique of his exposed arms left noone doubting his capabilities. Their skin looked tougher and weathered compared to other dunmer. As far as the party knew, they could be ashlanders, either that or they had ashlander blood in them. Tylen was a little edgy about this whole ordeal, and especially about these bandits. They looked like ashlanders, and Tylen was a member of the House Hlaalu. The Hlaalu and the Ashlanders were the two factions in Morrowind who had completely opposite view on things. He figured he'd just keep his identity under wraps for the time being. If they figured it out, probably nothing would come of it, but it still bothered him. Dawn was coming, as revealed by the eastern horizon as it was achieving an orange glow. This gave the gathering some more light, which was much appreciated by both sides, because of the lack of trust. The older-looking dunmer spoke up. "My name is Esar-Don, and my friend here is Odaishah. May we as you why you were here so late at night?" It was now obvious to the party that these were indeed Ashlanders. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abramul Posted March 22, 2005 Share Posted March 22, 2005 Cloaked-at-Night approaches Tylen, and whispers: "Don't Ashlanders still worship their ancestors? If so, wouldn't they be willing to help defend ANY tomb, on a matter of principle?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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