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Demon's Uprising RP 001 - Playground |
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Demon |
Mar 19 2005, 10:48 PM
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Evoker
Joined: 23-February 05
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It was a quiet night by 8 plates standards. With only 3 quaters of the amount of the usual crowd drinking and chatting loudly in the bar. This was very strange, as the recent rumours of a 7th house appearing out of nowhere should be have been sure to attract large numbers of people eager to disuss this recent development of gossip. Kalloros sat quietly at a table, alone in a corner by himself, clutching a glass of grief and musing about the recent speculations. It was rumoured that a city had just appeared out of nowhere somewhere near red mountain and that their guildmaster was planning a full scale on house Telvanni. This did not greatly effect Kalloros as he did not tend to asscociate himself with Telvanni and he definitely had no aquantances with this new house. But still, he thought, there is always need of an assassin and when one has the abilities of Kalloros, they will always be sought after. Quietly, he payed his bill, with only a muttered good night to the innkeeper, and left for his appartment which was located above an argonian's house near the Morag Tongue guild hall. As he walked back he thought about his unsuccessful attampts to kill Jonajosa, the one who betrayed him all those years ago. The first time he got close enough to shoot a bolt into his chest, in the hlaluu plateu in Vivec, an Ordinator had tripped up and knocked him to the ground. He laughed at the memory, he had been so furious at the time but now that he thought back on it, he was lucky not to be arrested for possession of a loaded killing machine in a public place. Sighing, he opened his door, slipped out of his clothes and got into bed.
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Channler |
Mar 20 2005, 05:13 AM
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Master
Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina
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Out in the murky distance came a massive lighthouse into veiw. Channler Hadrian stood on the deck of the Darkferror in awe of how the travel guide's words were horribly wrong.
"What yer starin at boy?!" asked a toothless Imperial off to the side
Channler looked hestiantly at the book in his hands, "Ahh.. well this guide says Sedya Neen only has a little over 150 inhabitants, kinda odd to have a lighthouse that big, aye?"
The toothless man walked (or more so hobbled) over to the ledge Channler was leaning against and snatched the book from him. He stared it down for a few uncomfortable minutes, and finally looked up.
"Peice a guar droppin's ther boy" he said "This here book was'a written' back before the time of Neverine." The old man started to scurry back to whatever ever he was doing, and then threw the book out into the water. "Bunch o' crap ye' got der."
At that moment Channler contimplated going to the nearest Legion Officer and just turning himself in, anything to get him away from these queer folk. He figured that maybe a little Imperial cell with a few bones to keep him comapny would be a little better than this drab place with toothless men walking around.
The fog seemed to diminish a little and more of the town came into veiw. "What a jewel.." Channler said with a sigh, longing for his warm bed in Cyrodil. He whispered to himself, "One day.. one day I'll come back. And all of you will be sorry, I would of been great..." The thought was interrupted by the Dockmaster whistel.
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Aki |
Mar 20 2005, 12:28 PM
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Mouth
Joined: 10-March 05
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Aki wandered through the streets of Balmora, having made sure all was in order at the Balmora Fighter's Guild. It was warm out, and the scents of the West Gash hung in the air. There was no one on the streets, save the occaisonal guard. Occaisonally, you would hear a shout from a home, or a bar, but other that, the city was asleep.
He threw his head back, and stared at the Moons. Both were full, and dispite his ring, he could hear their siren song. Calling to him, pulling on him. He smirked.
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"You’ve put up a good fight, but I’m through playing. Now I’m going to kick your [censored] and tell of my glory under the next full moon. Die well.”
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Soulseeker3.0 |
Mar 21 2005, 05:32 PM
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Master
Joined: 18-February 05
From: From "not where you are"-ville
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Vaelon was wondering throu Hlormaron after a quiet successful loot. He wondered to himself, "are these zombies getting easier or am I just getting better?" he let out a laugh as he looked ovr his loot: 5 or 6 clubs, a few books, gems, and a sword or two. He finnally decided that he should work his way to the Hlaalu town of Balmora to sell, drink, and be merry. On his way out he left a scull of one of the "fersome" beasts that used to reside in this place of evil.
****how was that for my first rpg-thread post???****
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SKAThis was pretty unusual, because most children at his age wanted to become great warriors, known all through time as saviors of, well, anything - Toroabok
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Channler |
Mar 21 2005, 11:24 PM
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Master
Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina
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As Channler walked off the ship he noticed again how horribly wrong that guide was. The guide had stated that Seyda Neen was a small port town that welcomed many new adventures into a unforgiving land. To Channler this seemed a little odd. In his first step into the "small port town" he was greeted by the seemingly endless droves of people, scurrying in and out of various buildings and establishments. After glancing around at the many different faces, which were strangly lacking in Dunmer, or Dark Elf, appearence, decided that he should find someplace to outfit himself in this "unforgiving land". Channler was void of any sort of currency at the moment, so he needed to find, alternative, methods of payment. It was then he spotted one of the few Legion soldiers stationed in Vvardenfell.
Channler approached the soldier from the back and called out, "Soldier! I require assistance, might you help me?" The unnaturally tall soldier turned around and to Channler's surprise it was a Dark Elf.
Obliviously noticeing Channler's surprised look the Dunmer Soldier replied but not before giving a long, very much intended sigh, "By the Gods, what do you want outlander!? When people are desperate they do what they must, make your assumptions elsewhere!"
Channler, feeling farely stupid replied, "Ahh, I'm sorry my dear comrade, I was just looking for the local Imperial outpost..." He felt sorry that he had to lie, but he new if he were to survive he'd need to find some equipment... and some to sell.
"Comrade?... " the Dunmer looked a bit confused for a second, to Channler it seemed that plan might not work he started thinking of an escape route, the Dunmer's face grew strangly surprised and then very nervous. His voice shaking, "Uhh, I'm.. I'm so sor-ry my lord.. Please take the road to Caldera.." nearly pee'ing himself.
Channler clearly shocked, but try'd not to show it, "Uh, thank you soldier, you are dismissed." the words seemed to come right out of his mouth. The soldier hurried away, hiding his face.
Channler was very confused by this, but figured he'd find out what the deal was when he reached Caldera, besides it was pretty fun having that much power.
The buildings started to grow scarce, and the road was getting narrower, but to Channler, his journey was just beginning.
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Elongar |
Mar 22 2005, 08:47 PM
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Finder
Joined: 19-February 05
From: Depends
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Arhellorn entered the palace courtyard, imitating those tall, silvery people with my own disguises, masks and paint over several body parts. Golden palaces, whose bricks came from the exotic lands of the Valpyre Empire, shimmering the the intense sunlight, and gleaming with the heat, soared above the city's horizon. The courtyard was filled with those tall, silver-skinned creatures, proud and elegant. All eyes were on that one balcony, of the richest marble available, with a golden banner, bearing the Valpyre emblem in bright colours.
And out marched Morania, a symbol of power and prosperity to the ancient peoples of Tler'rios. She was encased in biological deformations; magical additions that kept here alive, bulging with the pulse of divine power; leeches to the fair skin that the mage lords had marred so long ago. But gazing at Queens wasn't my job. Arhellorn was here to spy. To spy on Vvardenfell's biggest danger ever. The outcome of this struggle could be the end to the Empire; the end to civilization.
From Morania's lips, as if enhanced magically, and amplified a hundredfold, came a mesmerizing, echoing voice, that was neither male nor female. I listened intently, hypnotized.
"The people of Vvardenfell, the hosts of my eternal rivals, are to die. The events which I have concocted together will be the downfall of the evil mages. They call themselves gods; just mortals, enhanced with the black magic of ancient peoples long gone. They mimic power, and declare their divinity, but in truth they are but imposters, and falsified identities. They rule this tiny island; a stone in the ocean that is the might of the Valpyre Empire. We will crush this island, and finally end the curse that has been bestowed on me and our people. We will destroy these pitiful animals, and take what is ours; we will take our revenge for these blasphemous acts that have come back to haunt them. The day is ours! Let us strike! Already, agents have been sent to this island, to inquire as to their technology. Soon it will be time to strike! To arms!!"
With that, the whole crowd took up their weapons - antiques from lofts and dusty chests, and raised them. They let out one, resonating roar that would have woken a guar in Cyrodiil. In a crazy frenzy, they rushed about, in sheer enthusiasm, roaring ancient warcries from centuries past; allegiances to various gods and several long-dead heroes of the Empire. It took several minutes to push out of that crowd, having inflicted corporal damage to several silvery soldiers.
Back at the inn, ink reached parchment, and feathers flowed in flowery motion. The afternoons events were of vast importance. It was best to inform the authorities as soon as possible. Hastily, Arhellorn tied the parchment to the pigeon's leg; after several kind words, and blessings to the Tribunal, the bird threw itself out of the window, knowing its one and only destination. The information would first go to Aki, the head of the Fighter's Guild. He would then decide what to do with it. It was best left up to him.
Night closed in swiftly. Apart from the many parties and festivals happening in the various common-rooms of the countless public houses (even downstairs), sleep took Arhellorn relatively swiftly. With a small thought to the futility of this situation, and some criticizing comments about politics, he fell into darkness.
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Power of the Shadow made human flesh,
wakened to turmoil, strife and ruin.
The Reborn One, marked and bleeding,
dances the sword in dreams and mist,
chains the Shadowsworn to his will,
from the city, lost and forsaken,
leads the spears to war once more,
breaks the spears and makes them see,
truth long hidden in the ancient dream.
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Channler |
Mar 22 2005, 10:12 PM
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Master
Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina
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The road was quiet and boring. Not a person had passed Channler in an hour. He followed the signs but still after several hours of walking had not found Caldera. The plants alongside of the road looked dead, or maybe on the brink of death. "How could anyone live in such a dreary place" Channler said outloud shaking his head in disgust of the complete uglyness of Vvardenfell. Channler walked on for what seemed another hour.
The sun was starting to clip the various hills surrounding the road, indicating the night time was fastly approaching. Channler's stomach roared from the lack of food. There was a noise to the right of him. Channler instictively reached for where his scabbard should have been, or was, but then remebered that he had to sell it to pay the ferry man for the trip to this Gods forsaken land. The sound turned into rythimac thwump, thwump, thwump, and at this Channler realized it was a bird. Fairly small by the sound, but it didn't matter for his brain failed to work and his stomach took over. He picked up a few medium sized rocks, roughly the size of a cliffracer egg, and started pitching them at the bird. What should of been a utterly useless attemp to harrass the bird actually worked. The pigeon by the look, try'd to manuever around the rocks being thrown at it, clipped a tree limb (another dead tree by the look of it) and crashed to the ground.
Channler was delighted, if somewhat astounded by the fact that the rock actually hit it, rushed over to the now dieing bird. He stood there for a moment staring at the bird. A once great animal now crippled because of one mans urning for food. Sure every living creature depends on another to live, but for once Channler felt sorry for taking the life of another being. Whether good, bad, or ugly, everything was made for a purpose by some God. The next five or ten minutes Channler spent digging a small grave, if not only for the bird, but maybe because he had learned that life once taken, can never be replaced.
As Channler put the bird into the grave, he noticed something that must of escaped his previous inspection of the bird. There was a little note in the claw. After burring the bird in the grave and performing the rites for the dead, Channler picked up the note and started to read... what he could. Something about Silver Skinned People, spy's in Vvardenfell, and it mentioning someone named Aki. "Who was Aki?" he thought to himself.
He struggled to read the foreign text, but finally made part of it out,
'My dear friend Aki, I know that you are a capable man, One that I would trust my life to. So I leave these notes for you to decide how the best of Vvardenfells warriors will stand in this situation. I will try to meet you in Balmora, but if I do not make it, make my death worth the trouble.'
Channler was starting to gain a headache from transalating all these words, but managed to figure out that this message was bound for Balmora, to Aki, leader of something about a group of warriors. It seemed important so Channler decided he could make a few coins off of a "little detour".
Channler followed that road into the dark, towards the buildings looming in the background. He hoped whatever it was that it didn't actually involve, Silver Skinned People, and Spy's and such. Joking he said, "Sounds like a war is a'brewin, I'd hate to be invloved there"
The God's had decided his part in the events that were about to unflold, whether Channler followed through with them has yet to be proven.
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