Everyday rpg

[Chunky_Moose]

OOC:

 

@Evilsincarnation: Its Apache with the message burned in his back, not Ken.

 

IC:

 

Has-Big-Axe watched in horror as the dagger slowly disintegrated and turned to dust. It disappeared and left still a gaping wound. Arodom winced and he looked down to see a trickle of blood from his chest.

"Damn!" he said, "Not quite as good as I thought"

 

He motioned and chanted and tried to cast a healing spell and after several failed attempts, he succeeded and the wound closed. He wavered and looked hesitantly as the party. He seemed to make up his mind and shouted at them,

"Its nothing. I kill you now!"

 

He summoned a Clannfear but suddenly a black column of smoke rose from the ground around him and when it dissipated, he was gone. The Clannfear remained however. It charged at the party and ran straight into the chop of Has-Big-Axe's axe. It fell dead to the ground with its head cleaved in two before vanishing in a swirl of magicka.

 

Arodom opened his eyes to find himself back in the shadowy Oblivion from whence he had come. He looked up and there stood Luthin. "FOOL!", he said, "Did you think that you could defeat them on your own?! I didn't give you a portion of the crystal's power for you to go and get yourself killed! Go! And get help this time!"

Luthin disappeared from his vision and he felt that he was falling again. Suddenly, the darkness was replaced by trees and verdant countryside. He looked around and saw a village in the distance. He decided to walk towards it.

 

Has-Big-Axe looked speculatively and his companions. "He's not here to help us anymore certainly." he said, "Luthin has likely corrupted his mind".

[Evilsincarnation]

"Well that sucked...thanks for putting me in the best place to get good help! A freakin l ittle village."

 

Arodom looked around... he needed to be in a place where he could talk to some strong people.

 

"Well i guess I can get directions to a good place here..." thought Arodom.

[Fishystick]

OOC:Ok, I'm back in town. I won't post anything untill I read the entire thing, I could mess up the story. When I'm finished I'll get back in the story, so don't worry. :D

 

Edit:I've read it all and I'll get in the storyline again very soon, I'm just going to let you people move a bit, then I'm back, and I'll probably introduce another character, maybe two. Well go ahead and play a bit, then I'm in.

[Eiade]

"Forget him," said Eiade. "Let's get moving before we have anymore rude interruptions." Eiade put on her travelling belt (ooc: it's like a leather belt with pouches holsters for weapons, and small loops to fit throwing projectiles), and made sure everything was still there and ready to go. She was one throwing dagger short because of the man's newly found Luthin-esque powers. Curses.

 

Eiade tied down her dwemer halberd to her back, and she was outfitted to finally start travelling again. She helped Tyjet to stand up. He seemed well enough to get going again. He began to gather up his alchemical tools (ooc: i don't like saying 'apparatus').

 

She walked over to Apache, and helped him stand up, giving him some marshmerrow to help his scars and some saltrice to get him some energy to travel.

 

"I'm getting sick of the sight of this meadow," she said. "Let's depart with haste."

[The Samurai Orc- Ken Ralliman]

Ken smiled, he still sat on the ground. None of it surprised him. He had seen plenty of such things in the past. "Heh, betrayal, or was it planned the whole time? A weak attempt, whatever it was." He stood up. "Well, he's sided with Luthin, hasn't he? He's an enemy, if he attacked us. And all of my enemies must die. I show no mercy towards him, if he's after us still."

[Fishystick]

"Has-Big-Axe!" Élsúch came limping out of the forrest, followed by two other elves.

They all had clothes that were soaked in blood and dirt, Élsúch's left arm was bleeding heavily and his right leg was also damaged and soaked in blood, one of the other elves had a deep cut over his stomach and the last one could barely stand straight because of the long cuts on his back and arm.

 

"You have to get away from here fast, there are evil beings that I have never seen around here, tall, cloaked men that take almost no damage from our attacks." he said while tryin to stop the bleeding from his arm with a rag he had ripped off his dirty shirt. "We managed to kill one of them and then escape, atleast I think it died.. anyway, that doesn't matter, we must hurry if we want to survive much longer!"

 

The two elves that had been waiting a few feet behind Élsúch now came up to him and exchanged a few words in their native tounge, then the one that seemed to be the oldest of them hurried back into the forrest with his bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. "What happened here?", Élsúch asked and looked at the group and the remains of the battle.

[Evilsincarnation]

Arodom walked into a tavern in the small town and looked around. It was full of commoners and city guards, no one that would be able to help him. He went to a table in the corner and sat down and called for a bartender.

 

"Yes sir." said the bartender who came over to the table.

"I want som flin." said Arodom.

"That'll be 20 drakes." replied the man.

 

Arodom focused on the man and cast a dominate mind spell.

 

"I think it would be better free...don't you?" said Arodom.

"Oh...certainly sir." said the bartender and he went to get the flin.

[Fishystick]

OOC:Since nobody answered in two days(I can't wait anymore, I've been away for a month and nobody answers my post) I'll keep going, and as I said before, I'll play the other two elves I brought.

 

IC:Before anyone had the time to answer, the elf that had run into the forrest came back with a hand pressed to the wound on his stomach. "Nothing, not even a sight of the one we killed", he said when he approached. "Are these all your friends?" he asked Élsúch and inspected the group. "Lamtár", he introduced himself to the companions and took a bow, but quickly stood up again since the cut made itself reminded.

 

"Is everyone going to aid us destroy that staff?" he asked and inspected the people sitting and standing around him. "Or is this simply a gathering point for adventurers?" he continued with a doubtful look on them all. "Be quiet Lamtár" whispered Élsúch and layed a hand on his shulder. "We must still hurry from this spot before those.. things return", he said and watched over his shoulder towards the trees.

[UberBender]

Duriel thought this an appropriate to speak up.

 

"I travel for wealth. If that means the dessstruction of this staff than so be itt. We have fought things similarrr to what you havve. They are Daedric warriors summoned by Luthin, a darrrk mage who wishesss to possessss the staff."

[Fishystick]

"Luthin?" whispered Élsúch. "Luthin is still alive?"

Élsúch sat down on the ground and layed his head in his hands. "Then it must be Luthin who.." his voice faded away and he gave his companions a worried look. "Who is this mage that you speak of?" asked the last elf, he had kept quiet until now, but he watched Élsúch and sat down next to him. "Luthin worked for the original owner of the cursed staff, and now it seems as if he wants the damn thing back.." answered Élsúch while rubbing a handfull of plants against his wounded arm. "He is also the one responsible for the destruction of our village. Atleast it seems like he is the one."

 

Lamtár, who was now rubbing plants against his own wounds, looked terrified and dropped his bow. "So that's the reason my family was slain? That damn staff! I say we use it against this madman, was it Luthin you called him?" he muttered.

"Be careful of what you say loud and what you think to yourself, I happen to know that the last person who wanted to use the thing against him became a slave under his will and ended up killing his own brother" said Élsúch with a look at his friend. "Could we please hurry from here, I've got a bad feeling about it", said the younger elf, he was also rubbing a few plants on his wounds. "Tarkél", he said and bowed.