Everyday rpg

[Fishystick]

OOC:I'm way ahead of you, Bird.

 

IC:Tarkél heard sounds behind him, someone running. He turned his head and saw a nord with a huge axe and worn orcish armor running in the forest behind him. The nord wasn't very fast in his heavy armor, but the axe in his hands didn't look like it was there to make him look good. Tarkél stopped, layed Eiade on the ground with her head against a tree, then pulled out his bow and an arrow.

 

"I advice you to go back, I've got the biggest chance of walking away from here alive", Tarkél said and turned to the surprised nord. "Oh really? well that tiny arrow doesn't look like it could penetrate a pillow so why don't you leave the girl and take your silly toy back to where you came from?", said the nord and laughed.

Tarkél pulled the arrow further back and focused his eyes on the nord, there was no sign of the friendly elf in his face anymore.

 

"Leave, or I'll make sure you never will", he said to the nord, who stopped laughing and watched the arrow with a little bit of doubt in his eyes. "I'll let you go for now, wouldn't want to kill a kid, would I?", said the nord and started backing away. "I never want to see you again, elf." Tarkél turned back to Eiade as the nord started to walk away. He hanged the bow around his shoulder again and bent down to pick her up.

 

Just then, he felt something fly into his left leg and he fell to his knees. The poison from the throwing dart in his leg was spreading in his body. Tarkél pulled the dart out and threw it away. He stood up as much as he could, grabbed his bow again, pulled an arrow from his quiver and shot it straight at the nord, who was trying to get away. The arrow missed with a few inches but then wasn't important anymore. Once again, Tarkél hanged his bow over the shoulder, then picked up Eiade and started walking as good as possible with the poison still spreading in his body.

[Alexander the Great]

OOC: From what Seraph said, i think i am with Tyget and him on the coast.

 

IC: "If you wont answer us, just leave. We will probably have to take the staff no matter what though." Sorrion told Seraph. He had put his katana back into its sheath on his back. Sorrion thought about what they needed to do next.

"Tyget, we need to go find the others. We all left to look for you two. If Seraph will talk to us, then we should listen on the way back to camp." Sorrion told the drying elf.

[Hir_Nesta]

OOC: hey fishystick, so you're leaving the cave...you must be near us...come and join us...

 

IC:

"I just don't like the fact to destroy something which can make so many good

things.And besides that...

It's just...many memories are connected to that staff...I remember Cherub

when he was healing many people who were victims of a very hard attack on

their village.

Then he also cured me from my certain death with this staff. I just cannot

let

go of it."

 

Seraph had pulled out an arrow and was now poking in the dark brown sand

which

was all around them.

 

"But you mentioned a guy you're heading to...who knows how to destroy the

staff...I immediatly thought of the friend of my brother as you said that.

That gave me hope..."

 

He stopped poking, and removed the hood. The rising sun hit him from the

back and made a long shadow. After a short pause he said, shaking the head.

 

"No but it can't be...he's been lost for more than five years now. Who did

you say

was in contact with him before? This Bosmer?"

[Chunky_Moose]

Has-Big-Axe awoke from his drugged sleep. He fancied that he had dreamed of the sounds of battle, of orcish grunts and Cyrodil screams but when he awoke, he found himself flat on his face, still in his cold cell. He glanced at the bowl of water, drugged water. He cursed the guards and slowly stood up. He looked around bleakly and called for water, disregarding the semi-full bowl of drugged water. A guard appeared, he had a freshly bandage on his head and he grunted at the Argonian, he shoved a bowl of water into the cell.

 

Has-Big-Axe gulped down the water and gave the bowl back to the guard who sauntered off with it. He'd had to break out from this dirty prison thought Has-Big-Axe, his mind cogitated the possible escape routes and one plan formulated itself in his mind. He called the guard over and taunted him. The guard, snorted and walked off but the Argonian reached through the bars of his cell and pulled the guard's dagger from its sheath. He'd have to hide it, and it wasn't much but it would be enough he thought.

[FlightlessBird]

"Ken, this is pointless. for all we know they could've found him by now. I say we try and contact them....We cant send a spell up(like a flare) cause it might alert any enemies near by... uh.... any bright Ideas?" Isaac said quickly as he slapped a bug on his shoulder. There has to be some way on cantact...maybe we can just go back to the camp... Isaac's thoughts ceased as his attention was drawn off to a noise comming from far away. "Did you hear that?" Isaac whispered. "that was no creature...

[Fishystick]

Tarkél made his way through a large bush, the poison was starting to kick in by now, he was feeling strange, his vision waved from side to side and he wouldn't be able to walk much more. As he broke through another bush he saw two figures standing in the forest a few feet away. Tarkél fell to his knees, layed Eiade on the ground, then stood up again. He wandered a bit closer until he recognized the two figures, Ken and Isaac. He reached his hand to wave, but lost his balance and fell to the ground and hit his head on a rock.

[FlightlessBird]

Isaac was startled by Tarkel's Appearence but acted quickly. He pulled out a potion marked ''heal'' and moved to Tarkel. "Drink this..." he said as he poured the substance into Tarkels mouth. He then took off his torn robe and folded it up and put it on an elevated bush to lay Tarkels head on. Shoot, where is Tyjet when you need him... He then moved over to Eiade and pulled out another identical potion and poured it into Eiades mouth. Isaac then rummaged through a sachel and found another robe to have Eiade use as a pillow. His Glass armour was glittering in the shimmering light given off by his staff, which was starting to not produce as much light as before. He picket it up, mumbled a spell and it lit up again. While casting a levitation spell on his staff to float in air, he yelled, "Ken! Go find out where these two came from, i'll guard them." They should be up any minute now... That potion was unusually strong...

[Eiade]

Eiade stirred because she had been put on the ground, and her eyes slowly opened. She sat, and felt her forehead. There was an opening that was now sealed by semi-dried blood, and down her face there were streams of blood crust. She took a leaf from a nearby plant and wiped the blood from her face, put dared not touch the main wound, out of fear that the scab would break and send a new wave of her liquids onto her face.

 

She looked and saw Tarkel on the ground, now unconcious himself. She lept up and went over to him immediately and rolled his body up off of his face, and using her remaining strength, leaned him up against the large rock he had hit. She immediately searched through her belt to find some marshmerrow. She chewed it into a cud once more, and applied the pulp to the new gash on his forehead, which was now oozing out blood. It stopped the bleeding, and began to work its healing properties on the wound. She then did the same for herself.

 

"Outlaws from the cave are on their way here as we speak, and are not 3 minutes from arriving. Get ready. I will tend to him." She couldn't pick him up, but did her best to drag him to the other side of the small clearing, and propped him up against a tree. She immediately got to work with the poison. She rolled him on his side and found the hole where the dart had entered. To the surprise of the rest of the party, she began to suck the remaining poison out of the wound, and spit it on the ground. She now looked quite savage and beastly with blood all around her mouth.

 

"Guys, I need alit hide and rat meat now! Either that or scathecraw and scrib jelly! I don't know if either of you have any of those, but try to find some!"

[Fishystick]

Tarkél noticed movement around him. His eyes were not completely closed, so he could see a bit of the action around. He tried to move his arm, but it didn't respond. He could see A large figure move away from him and another one bending down besides him. Suddenly, a third figure came into his view, he recognized her, it was Eiade. He was begining to feel strange again, but he could still see everything. his eyes were starting to clear and he could move his fingers a bit.

 

Tarkél noticed he was rolled over on his side. He lifted his head a bit and saw Eiade by his legs. He stretched his hand towards her and then all went black.

[The Samurai Orc- Ken Ralliman]

Ken ran ahead. He could see a cave. "Well, Isaac's little experimant did work. If, that is, they found them here." He saw something else, coming towards him. "Theres our outlaws." Ken stopped moving and merely waited. "Well, this shouldn't take long."