War of the Grand Council: The Lost Documents

[Eiade]

Tylen whispers back to Cloaked-at-Night: "It's a Hlaalu ancestral tomb. They hate us. We are on opposite ends of the spectrum. They might even support Indoril if they knew about everything going on."

 

OOC: Plus I don't want to deal with narrating any NPC's. Haha.

[tyjet3]

Daric begins to answer the bandit's question, "We have come over to pay respects to an ancesral tomb to the east." We turns to the others and gives a quick wink. "We will be on our way now that the sun has risen. Good day to you all... We are sorry about your friend. Best of luck in your travels."

 

Daric quickly starts to walk away hoping the rest of the group will follow suit...

[Abramul]

Cloaked-at-Night says "I'm sorry I wasn't faster...remember there's still one left."

[FlightlessBird]

OOC: Sorry for the absense, was on spring break and had other busy stuff to do before I could log in again. But Im back so no worries!

 

IC: Isaac wasn't sure if leaving the bandits so abruptly would work, as they might know something. Still, Isaac was not in the position to waste time while they had to save the Hlaalu ancestral tomb. "G'day..." he mumbled as he followed Daric away from the bandits. Wishing the bandits the best, well, as good as bandits deserve, Isaac reexamined himself to make sure he had all of his posestions, and none of the bandits had quick fingers. Isaac had everything, and continued to walk.

[Eiade]

"Wait!" Said Esar-Don. "Is there nothing we can give you in return? You did afterall save our lives. There must be something we can do for you."

 

The tough traveling in the mountains came to Tylen's mind.

 

"We will be traveling in the mountains," said Tylen. "Do you have anything that could ease our passage through them?"

 

"Yes I do!" Said the ashlander excitedly. He reached over to a tightly-woven burlap sack and procured a length of coiled rope, and several iron pitons*. "Those have helped us many times in tight spots. Go ahead, take them."

 

Tylen returned the smile and thanked him graciously. The party walks out of the ruins and back to their lake-side camp.

 

"It's morning, more or less," Tylen said. "We must be off." Everyone packs up anything they took out, and loads it onto the canoes. The five companions push off into the lake in the same set-up they had before: Tylen and Wren in one boat, and Daric, Isaac and Cloaked-at-Night on the other. The sounds of waking insects could be heard, as well as several small birds that had escaped the mouths of the cliffracers in Molag Amur to the north. The two canoes eventually pass right by one of the largest and most dangerous of dwemer ruins: Mzahnch. Loud creaks emminated from the ancient metallic interior, and a low rumble was present and was so strong that one could feel it from the depths of their chest cavity, even out in the water. A long low moan came forth, made by who knows what. Tylen was disturbed.

 

"My friends, if you ever have a chance to enter the ruins of Mzahnch, don't. Every attemp at neutralizing the place has been cut short by loss of men or supplies, and the interior of the ruins is so massive and complex that several companies simply got lost and never were heard of again. It's a perilous place, more dangerous than any daedric ruin I've been to... Which isn't too amny, however, you hear my point."

 

 

OOC: * - WTF is a piton?

[Crim, The Red Thunder]

Wren listens to Tylen and shudders as she remembers a story told by treasure hunters about the ruins. She keeps paddling and trys to ignore the disturbing noises coming from them.

[Abramul]

Cloaked-at-Night pulls off his cuirass, and examines the portion the Twilight hit.

 

"Does anyone know how to fix chitin?"

[OOC] How on Nirn do you get into those things, anyway?[/OOC]