OOC: What is that thing, Tellie?


Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh snorted.
,,I can smell it. It is real. You still have a chance to step aside. If you vow to walk the straight path from now on, I shall fight to protect you till my last breath, if so needed. You have my word as a knight."

James walked over to the orc, 'the guy is actually willing to protect me after I tried to string his pockets...damn me and my unfortunate hero complexes sometimes', James cursed, as he stepped over to the orc, and raised his shotgun, in time to see a large ogre step into the road.

With a chery wave at the orc, James fired, "say goodbye you jackass", he yelled, as the two shells slammed into the ogr, one in the face, the other in the soft tissue around his throat, pitching the ogre backwards, and onto the ground, where it lay thrashing.

The other two, staring cunfused at the gun, with smoke pouring out from the two barrels annoyed James. "Well kill the damn thing before it can get up again", he yelled, as he reloaded.

OOC:Got your answer right there

Trebonius, rather amazed

Trebonius quickly drew his old axe and ran up to the Ogre. With a quick strike to the throat he slew the dying beast, almost beheading it in the process. It was always business first for Trebonius. He had been amazed however by the skill of the apparently harmless man. It took great skill for a mage to fell an ogre in two shots, and even greater skill for an archer to do so, yet this man seemed to be none.

"Your skill borders on the amazing, Breton. I've been in many battles and skirmishes, and Gods know how many plain old slaughters, but I've never seen such skill in all my days. Where did you acquire your fine staff?" Trebonius asked, thinking he had met another student of the science of war, another battlemage like him.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh was stunned. But the blunt command made his blood boil.
,,It had not yet shown any sign of hostilities! What gave you the right to.....harm it like this without provocation?!" He howled, glaring at the man who was stuffing something into the noisy tubes. The other man had moved forth and slain the Ogre.
,,While I cannot approve of your willingness to obey him, I do agree that the Ogre had to die. Better to die quick, than to suffer and despair." He grunted.

When the man however began a pleasant conversation with the murderer, Madrukh turned away in disgust.
,,How can anyone speak so calm after a senseless slaughter like that? And did he forget he is speaking to a robber?"

James.

James looked back and forth between the two guys, deciding to placate the orc first. "ok, listen I'm sorry alright, but I cant have a job to save my life, stuff always happen to me, after all, how can someone who is an account manager in the bank of Vvardenfell, be ambushed by several kahjiits claiming that I stole their moonshugar, I swear, after that I jsut realized I had to life a life as a criminal".

"And if it calms you donw big jaws, I don't like to kill at all, and I only rob people when the things I sell from my adventures isn't enough".

Turning back to the mage he laughed a bit. "The thing I'm using is called a shotgun, basically it shoots out a large amount of small iron or lead balls, at a high speed, capable of tearing off limbs, or making holes big enough for a man to stick his head through, in living bodies", he finished.

"So now that we have gotten over the former unpleasantries, allow myself to introduce myself, James Pathertrory...adventurer I guess you could call me, it's what I do for a living".

Trebonius

"Amulius Trebonius at your service." Trebonius said with a slight bow. He had gained that habbit after introducing himself so many times to High Rock lords.

Trebonius also looked slightly at the Orc before continuing, as he found him intriguing. An Orc who seemed to have an actual sense of honour and duty. Impressive to say the least. Most of the Orcs Trebonius had met in High Rock were either trying to kill him or knock him over the head so they could save him for "later"...whatever that meant for Orcish bandits.

"Hm, my good friend." he said, turning to the Orc who seemed to be upset. "Do not be upset for the death of that Ogre, since it surely wouldn't have acted in kind if it were for our own deaths. You should be thanking our...friend for acting as he did."

Trebonius didn't really care for the feelings of most Orcs, being used to killing them but this Orc seemed special. Trebonius had never seen one quite of his kind before. Nevertheless, most of the things he said were out of courtesy, if nothing else.

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Sep 27 2007, 09:16 PM

Ahn

Uh-oh, Ahn, the voice said, This woman's trying to make you stick around.

She can try all she wants. Ahn responded.

Judging by her professed knowledge of plants, he figured that Lexie would do well enough on her own, so he didn't feel obligated to babysit her any more.

Ignoring Lexie's obvious move, he pointed to the most fertile-looking part of the woods.

"Go find some of those plants. I'll try to make some sort of shelter," he told her. It was a lie, of course, as he planned to make himself scarce once she left.

You're a heartless one. the voice told him.

I'm not going to take emotional lessons from a sword. Ahn replied.

Fair enough. it conceded.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh straightened.
,,Sir Gro-Bolg Madrukh. Knight, unattached." He proudly proclaimed.
,,Perhaps the Ogre would not have acted in kind. But that doesn't make it right." He replied to Trebonius before turning back to James.
,,Perhaps you were right in doing that, perhaps you were wrong. However, the fact remains that I have nothing to offer you. I hold no possessions I can part with."

JAmes, almost...ALMOST having a concience.

"Bah don't worry about it, I'm sure we three could just form a group, and settle for someething, after all one never knows where one might find something to make a few coins off, so don't fret, I wont try to rob you...anymore", James said with something between a smile and a grimace.


OOC: I'm off.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

,,Well, that is good to hear....I suppose." The Orsimer replied with aprehension. With this man, he wasn't sure of anything except for one thing. He had not yet deserved the knight's trust.

Trebonius

"Well, if we are all settled with this petty squabble we could head for my humble home which lies nearby. There, you can warm yourself up Sir Madrukh since you seem to be freezing. And you Master James can tells us the tale of you acquired your skill with your crosbow...staff...weapon. Meanwhile, you all seem to be thirsty so I suppose we may share my wine." Trebonius said as he pulled out a small leather pouch in the shape of a pig which contained wine. The snout of the pig was also the place from where you drank the wine.

Trebonius had travelled with many strange people in his day, yet never had he travelled in such strange company. He had a habbit of slaying Orcs on sight when he saw them out in the wilderness, lest they get an advantage on him and he had a habbit of avoiding strange people like the man with the staff, yet now he could make an exception.

James

James looked at the battlemage for a second. "I'll drink to that good sir, so lead the way will you"?

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh thought for a while. His honour told him to reject the offered help. But really, a warm fire was a pleasant prospect. But his honour was stronger. Then again, the man hadn't literally offered help, just invited him to his home. He couldn't refuse an invitation, it would be an insult.

,,Very well, sir. I would be honoured to accompany you. However, I am afraid I will have to reject your offer of whine. I swore off the alcohol when I began my quest for knighthood."



OOC: An Orc who doesn't drink, in the alcohol-heavy TES universe notwithstanding. Can things get any weirder?

Trebonius, at his home with the 2

"I must say, Sir Madrukh, you put Orcs to shame in a good way, if you get my meaning." Trebonius said with a warm smile under his bushy eyebrows.

After travelling for about an hour or so they reached Trebonius' home. It was a quaint little cottage, made of stone with a wooden roof. It had a day room in which Trebonius spent most of his time reading or entertaining the rare guest and a bedroom in which Trebonius slept. It was humbly furnished, with furniture purchased from traditional Dunmer carpenters. To the untrained eye one might say that a Dunmer lived in the house, yet the books, not one about the Temple among them, clearly denoted a foreigner or "outlander" as the Dunmer called them.

As they entered he took off his travelling robe, of dark blue, afterwards his left pauldron (he only had one) then his gauntlets, then his mail vest which he kept underneath the cuirass. He also took off his leather boots. After taking off all his cumbersome armour, he slipped in a light robe which he used around the house. Trebonius then pointed towards the table in his living room and invited his guests to sit down.

"Now that we have arrived here in good health, we can talk. What tidings do you bring, my young masters?" Trebonius asked in a voice which was warm to the soul yet instilled deep respect at the same time. He carried himself as most battlemages did, and had a reputation to match. It was little known in Morrowind however, and that was the reason why Trebonius settled there permanently.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh frowned.
,,News? I'm afraid I haven't kept track of the world in a while. Beyond that, I am unsure of where I am as well. Somewhere on Vvardenfell, I guess."

Lexie

"Ok" she muttered, looking sternly at Ahn, not making any move at all

He´ll set off somewhere as soon as I turn my back on him, I can just feel it

"I´ll help you with the shelter first though, then you can come with me"

No way I´ll end up alone, darn it, he must realise that I can be of use to him, that stubborn hmmmm

Trebonius

"Well, Sir Madrukh, first of all you are now near the town of Llolanthis Heights, in mainland Morrowind. And second of all, there must be a reason I found you in a ditch on the side of a road, in nothing but your underwear and the hilt of a sword tied to your waist. Something terrible must have happened to bring someone such as you in such a state. I deem myself worthy to hear of such things from you, so confess. You have nothing to fear. We are in the middle of the wilderness here and quite safe from anyone who might be looking for you." Trebonius said, reassuring the Orc.

He then looked at James which, seemed to be eyeing his more prized possesions somewhat oddly. He did mention making a few coins afterall so this gave Trebonius a reason to keep an eye on the mysterious traveller.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh frowned. Not angry or even annoyed, just a frown of deep thinking.
,,I promised to keep matters a secret. I cannot break this promise, even if the man I promised to now walks with the ancestors. However, I believe I can tell you how I came here. I was in battle, and tried to distract the opposing forces so that my friends had a chance at escape. I led my pursuers to the edge of a cliff, where I jumped into the ocean. Since the weight of my armour and sword was too much to handle, I was forced to dispose of them." He said slowly. He then tapped the hilt he still carried.
,,I disposed of everything of great weight, except this. A blade can be reforged, but this hilt will never leave my side till the day I perish."

Trebonius

Trebonius stood and gently played with his bushy eyebrows. He did so whenever he was thinking deeply. His life in Morrowind had been peaceful for many years now and he did not really wish to enter a war again. It had been long since he last killed a human being, yet such a feeling didn't leave you easily. Sometimes, when out in the cold, Trebonius' hand would hold itself tight, as if gripping an imaginary axe handle. Eventually Trebonius would realize, and his hand would unwind yet, when Trebonius wasn't aware his hand would still go in that position, clutching the phantom axe. Phantom of war, one might call it. He thought heavily whether to help this stranger out. In the end, he spoke.

"Through ways unthought of we have met Sir Madrukh, yet I sense that through ways unspoken will we help eachother. Call it, Battlemage's intuition." Trebonius said with a slight smile. "You have my aid and my oath, Sir Madrukh, to help you in your noble quest until death itself parts us. Now, what is a knight without his armour? Come, I will lend you some of my own!"

I knew an Orc would be the death of me someday.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh held up his hands.
,,No, please. You are much too kind. I simply can't accept such an offer." He said, putting up a polite strugle. He relented though.
,,I would be honoured with such a gift. If you ever require my aid, just ask."