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OOC: Look at me, back in England, raining as usual...

Anyway, where exactly on the map of Morrowind are you people? I left with my char walking through the woods in a vague direction so I could meet up with any of you (or a bad guy who i'll fight on my own and end power-posing lol).

 

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Has-Big-Axe had been jogging through the forest in an effort to catch up with his party. He rested during the night, but not always. Ever since the incident that seemed so long ago where he was caught by Luthin without armour on, he had resolved never to take his armour off unless he had to. He even slept in his armour. The many days he had been running, he had only bathed twice and he had washed his armour twice. He knew that however conditioned he might be, he could not continue life like this indefinitely and several times over the past day or two he had been near collapse but had somehow found a way to struggle on.

 

He heard noises, screams and shouts in his mind sometimes. Noises such as clashing steel and the thudding of bolts - the sounds of battle haunted him always and the faces of nameless men he had killed appeared to him. Meaningless faces, all with the same frozen expression - terror. Nobody was not terrified at the moment that they die, just that some start being terrified earlier than others. Has-Big-Axe mentally kicked himself for thinking such thoughts and tried to concentrate on running another step, and another, and another. However he could not go on, he had just been running continuously for eighteen hours and his legs suddenly gave way, he collapsed on the damp ground, shaded by the trees. He closed his eyes and rolled around luxuriously in the dirt for a few moments - enjoying the cool sensation on his scales before he turned himself over and lay on his back staring up at the sky.

 

"WWWAAAAAGGHHHH!!!!" The Nord swung his great claymore and Has-Big-Axe ducked. The Nord took a step back and prepared to swing his claymore again but the Argonian's axe cleaved through his skull. Blood spattered the Argonian's face as the Nord's eyes grew further and further apart and his broken body collapsed on the ground.

 

Has-Big-Axe awoke and shook himself. Even with his axeblade through the centre of it, Has-Big-Axe could see the expression of terror on the Nord's face. Has-Big-Axe shook himself again and sat up to look about. Darkness had fallen and he could hear the sounds of nocturnal animals and faintly in his mind, below the rushing of blood in his ears, he could hear the cries of men with limbs hewn off. Suddenly Has-Big-Axe pricked up his ears and turned his head to the direction of a new sound. Footsteps it seemed or perhaps it was just another trick of his tired, brutalised mind.

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OOC:We're a bit southeast of Gnisis, across the river.

 

IC:Élsúch grabbed his bow and his quiver, wiped his glowing blade free of mud, then started walking with the others on their long journey around the mountains.

Meanwhile, Tarkél was walking his own way, towards his own target when he heard something. He turned around, listened a bit, then walked in the direction of the sound.

 

There, he found Has-Big-Axe sitting on the ground, watching him. "You made it out of the prison? How?", he asked and helped Has-Big-Axe to stand up straight. "How long have you been on the move? You look like someone who haven't got a good night's sleep for years.."

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Tyjet had almost given up on Seraph... He stood up and got ready to leave the body behind. Everyone was packing up. Suddenly Seraph's body started to move... It was like spazims...
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OOC: Thanks

 

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"Elsuch..." Has-Big-Axe paused as the elf looked at him, "Where are the others? Where is the Staff? Where is Luthin?" The Argonian stood up, heavily leaning against Elsuch's shoulder but then almost collapsed again. "My legs are weak friend, do you have shelter nearby?"

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OOC:Yeah, it was Tarkél :lol:

 

IC:Tarkél put his arm around Has-Big-Axe and helped him sit down by a tree. "The others are taking their own way and the staff is with them.. what happened to you?", Tarkél asked and started searching his pockets for any food. He found some crab meat and a bottle of water, which he handed over to Has-Big-Axe, then sat down.

 

Meanwhile, Élsúch had just realized he had almost left the body of Seraph behind. "We'll have to take turns carrying him, even if he's dead, we can't leave his body here to..", he said. He had heard a voice, it sounded like it was miles away, but he had heard it. Something about a woman.. "Sch! Listen", he said to the others and listened carefully.

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"If Tyjet can help me with it, we can move him by telekinisis. It might drain our magic but I'm willing to do anything that will ease the parties burden." Isaac said as he straightend himself and looked to Tyjet. "Well?"
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OOC: whoops sorry, I'd gotten used to referring to fishystick as Elsuch so now all his new characters are confusing me a bit.

 

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Has-Big-Axe gave Tarkel a gratified looks and wolfed down the meat and gulped down the water. Within seconds it was gone and Has-Big-Axe began to speak,

"I escaped from the prison in Gnisis..." his voice quietened, "I killed all the guards, I've been travelling for a week." he brightened up again, "Thank goodness we found eachother!"

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