OOC: I wasn't sure if you had anything in mind as to what the noise should have been. If you don't like this let me know, and I'll edit.

Rann

Rann nodded when Indor held him back, understanding that the floor was likely trapped. The Ayleids themselves were long gone, but their traps lasted forever. Then a strange noise caught their attention. This time it was Rann who motioned for Indor to stop.

Keeping to the shadows and crouching low, he turned the corner. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he realized that they were in a large room. The main hall, possibly? Rann didn't pretend to know, he only speculated.

The noise turned out to have been a dremora. Rann froze for a moment, plastering himself against the wall as the dremora looked right in his direction. Rann could see the glowing red eyes. He held his breath and stood as still as a rock. He wasn't sure what he was going to do next; he wasn't even sure if it was possible to sneak up on a dremora unnoticed.

I guess we'll find out soon enough.

The dremora turned away. Rann saw his chance. Using the wall to push off of, he sprung into the air and landed on the dremora's back, knocking the otherworldly creature to the ground face first. Rann had reached around and slit its throat with a dagger before the thing ever hit the ground.

Rann crept back towards Indor, still wanting to be silent should anything else be hiding in the darkness. In his concentration, he carelessly forgot about the traps. He stepped on the raised section of the floor and found himself being propelled upwards at an alarming rate. He'd heard of the spike traps that were common in these ruins, so he hit the ground, making himself as flat as he could in hopes of avoiding ceiling spikes. He closed his eyes, and when the pillar stopped, Rann felt nothing. Looking up, he spotted a switch. Not wanting to test his luck any more, he didn't press it. He waited for the floor to descend once more and rejoined Indor in the entrance way.

"Dremora," he explained with a whisper before he pointed up to the ceiling where he just was, "There's also a switch up there."

Before any more explanations could be made, two atronachs made an appearance, heading straight for them. A flame and a storm atronach. Rann suddenly realized that by activating the trap accidentally, he had alerted the ruin's inhabitants.

Issac

He shook his head. "Nothing, other than what everyone else knows." He's probably eating out of Altair's hand. Somebody messed up when they made Rann's head; he'd drive Shaogorath over the edge with his insane logic.

Issac didn't betray any of his misgivings about his brother-in-law. But it rubbed him the wrong way that Rann could act the way he did and no one held him accountable, regardless of how pointless debating with him was. "I'll send word to Ian later about our child."
He smiled, the realization he would soon be a father fully appreciated. "Maybe we should try to contact Dalrus too, and Flogir...."

Issac's smile grew as he remembered the soldier. "Get a room," he had told them when everyone realized Satyana and him were together.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Jul 21 2008, 01:43 AM

Rahvin

Rahvin didn't like it when Rann was brought up in conversation. He was scared for his son's safety more often than not, and he didn't like to be reminded of it. It had been about a year or so since Rann had left for the Isles, and the young dunmer hadn't been heard from since. It was a hard thing for Rahvin to think about, but he wouldn't doubt it if his son was dead.

He snapped out of his internal thoughts, took a larger sip of brandy than usual, and returned to the present conversation.

"So when should we expect this little monster?" he asked, since Satyana didn't seem to be showing any signs of carrying a child just yet.

Indor

For a moment fear froze him. It was a scene from his nightmares: deadra, the dark. The way Rann took out the dremora amazed Indor. “How?” he gasped, “How can they be here?” He tried to smother the memories they brought back.

When the trap triggered he snapped into action. He started forward then as the floor section fell he saw them. “Atronachs,” he said, fear chocked his voice, “Careful attacking them - you hurt yourself.”

The deadra closed on them. He tried to focus and muttered a spell under his breath. The fireball would have barely lit paper. He swore and leapt back desperately thinking. His poisons were useless. The fire atronach threw a fireball. He ducked, his dark skin almost unaffected, and ran at it. It was down to luck whether he set off any traps. He knew it was a long shot but if he could keep the deadra moving one of them might. Fortune favours the bold, he thought and threw a dart.

Mild pain exploded below his ear as the deadra growled and turned towards him. Cursing himself for nit taking his own advice he danced back from it. “How can they be here?” he called to Rann.

OOC: atronachs reflect damage a bit in oblivion, if you want to ignore this I can edit

Brianna

Brianna noticed that Rahvin felt bad about Rann being a subject of conversation and that made her sad for him. She regretted she brought it up, and moved her chair closer to his.

"I'm so sorry, Rahvin my darling, I shouldn't have mentioned Rann. It's just that I also miss him"

She took his hand and kissed it.

He's alive, trust me darling Rahvin, he's alive I just know it, I...sort of know those things


Satyana

She also was aware of Rahvin's slight change of mood and decided to help out to take his mind of Rann.

"Monster huh?" she smiled "Well thinking about who's his grandpa it will certainly be a lil' monster"

"Well the baby is due to come in six months approximately, if everything is going as it should. I'm happy it doesn't show yet!"

Satyana went over to Rahvin and gave him a warm hug..

"I love you, father" she whispered in his ear

Rann

"Does it really matter?" Rann answered Indor's question with another, jumping back to avoid the storm atronach as it became a tornado of rocks and lightning. He drew his katana and gripped it tightly for when the time was right.

When it reformed into a somewhat humanoid shape, Rann struck at it. He was well aware of the atronach's ability to reflect attacks made upon it, but mere knowledge was not enough to prepare him for the experience. His blade struck the atronach in its midsection, and Rann felt his own torso open slightly and ooze blood in response. Rann gritted his teeth and struck it once more, knowing that his attacks were stronger than the reflections of them.

This time, the atronach blocked Rann's strike with its forearm, and Rann felt as if he had just hit himself. The only thing that made him feel better was thinking that the atronach's arm hurt worse. Rann thought that there had to be a better way to dispatch these creatures, but he couldn't think of a good solution while trying to avoid being hit in the face by rock fragments.

Indor

Indor backed up another step just clear of another fiery attack. “Yes,” he called back trying to dodge past the atronach. It cut him off. “It might be possible to stop them, or send them back where they belong. “ He'd kept an eye open for any obvious marks of summoning but hadn't seen anything. He had been rather distracted through.

The deadra herded him back another step. He swore, wherever it was trying to drive him he didn’t want to be. He edged forward and it attacked. At the last moment he stepped outside the blow and behind the atronach. His foot lashed out and it lurched forward in the same movement he brought his staff down on its head.

Indor saw stars but forced himself to back away from the deadra. It stood with inexorable menace. He backed away further. On his left a stain on the floor caught his eye – the spikes. He jumped over the rigged floor and turned on his advancing foe. In a flash he threw a dart. This time the pain came from his chest. The deadra growled and started to advance.

This post has been edited by Olen: Jul 23 2008, 07:55 PM

Amili

Amili found herself working her way through town in an attempt to get to Lokken Tavern. After all that happened today, a brandy or two kept looking better and better. Pushing open the door she viewed some familiar faces. Mostly the regulars to the bar, but also Issac and Satyana. Amili shrugged of an urge to confront them and, after a moment's hesitation, placed her helm on the bar and ordered up a brandy.

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Rann

Rann glanced over to see how Indor was faring. In his brief glimpse, he saw that Indor and the flame atronach were separated by floor spikes.

Instead of continuing his previous offensive plan against the storm atronach, he merely shouted "Switch!" to Indor, hoping that he understood. He ran from the storm atronach and barreled into the flame atronach, knocking it face first into the spikes.

Unfortunately, such a daring move left him more vulnerable than ever. He'd lost his balance trying to avoid the spikes himself, and was sprawled out on the ground. On top of that his katana had fallen out of reach and his shirt was on fire, making it evident that he was in trouble. Rann rolled on the stone floor in an attempt to put out the flames, praying that he wouldn't set off any sort of trap. With the fire neutralized, Rann laid still for a moment to catch his breath. A large figure loomed over him, and Rann recognized it as the same storm atronach. Its foot rose to stamp out the young dunmer in front of him, and Rann realized that it was too late to do anything about it.

OOC: minque - i'll try to post w/ rahvin soon.

Indor

For a moment Rann’s shout confused him then the dunmer launched himself at the flame atronach. The other daedra followed him. Indor swore and leapt past the spikes towards it but it ignored him. He pulled a dart to throw but tripped on a broken slab. As he rolled up he saw the atronach looming over Rann.

He dropped his staff and sprinted. A string of strange words tore from his mouth and even in his excitement he was surprised he had used them. The daedra stopped and half turned. He leapt. I hope I knock it far enough, he thought an instant before he cannoned into it in a fountain of sparks.

Rahvin

"I love you too, Satyana," he said, hugging back. Rahvin was glad that things really seemed to be going well lately. For the first time in his life it seemed, there was a little bit of peace and quiet. He pushed back thoughts that told him it seemed a bit too quiet...

Rann

Rann was surprised when the foot above him seemed to disappear. Choosing not to question his luck any further, he sprung into action, retrieving his katana. He looked in Indor's direction and saw that his companion was entangled with the storm atronach. He approached the scene at a quick and steady pace, hoping to deal the killing blow while it was unaware of his presence.

OOC: I'm not really sure what happened in your post, Olen; did Indor cast a spell? I couldn't really tell, but I tried to reply the best I could anyway. If this doesn't make sense, let me know and I'll edit.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Jul 27 2008, 08:26 AM

Indor

Indor knew he was in trouble. The spell, if such it could be called, was part of a rite for controlling daedra during summoning. The atronach was already there and all it had done was annoy it further. And now he was stuck in a ground-fight with a monstrously strong mass of stone and lightning.

He punched its face and grimaced as his knuckles met stone. The atronach tried to throw him off. He shifted his weight down and it grabbed him and pulled him in to crush him.

He desperately reached into his shirt and pulled out a knife and held it out in front of him. With the help of the atronach’s own crushing embrace he drove the blade into its chest. Pain burst though his own and his head swam.

OOC: sorry that last post of mine made so little sense, I edited out the bit which explained it. Might as well finish mr. atronach off now

This post has been edited by Olen: Jul 31 2008, 10:35 AM

Rann

Rann kicked the atronach off of Indor and was surprised to learn that it was already dead, as made evident by the knife protruding from its chest.

"Nice," he said, complimenting Indor as he held out a hand to help his companion up, "Are you alright?"

Indor

Indor took the proffered hand and Rann pulled him to his feet. “I’ve had a lot worse,” he said. In truth the only part of him which felt damaged was his own attack had reflected on him. He rubbed at his chest a felt a tender area and the dampness of blood.

“I’d like to know who they got here,” he said then added, “And if there’s any more. Suppose there’s only one way to find out.” He went around the room avoiding the traps and collected his darts. Only one needed repair.

Rann

"I don't know if you remember," Rann said to Indor following his exact footsteps so that he too could avoid traps, "But before we started killing daedra I mentioned that there was a switch up there."

Indor

“I’m afraid something must have distracted my attention,” replied Indor. He turned back towards the spike trap, “It was above this one wasn’t it?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before he edged forward to get a closer look. There was just a small switch with nothing to indicate what it might do. “We could waste time trying to work out what it does,” said Indor, “But fortune favours the bold, eh?” He grinned and lifted his staff towards the switch slowly enough that Rann could protest, but only just.

Rann

"Go for it," he said when Indor hesitated for a moment, "Just make sure you don't kill us."

Ian, Chorrol

The rain continued to fall on the streets of Chorrol as the sun was banished by the clouds. As the townspeople flitted from one location to another, one robed man strode calmly in the middle of the street, ignoring the rain drenching the outside of his crimson robes.

If he had to bet where his son and daughter-in-law were, Ian would gamble on the Lokken Tavern. In the cover of the entrance, the vampire gestured with his arm and a cloud of mist burst into existance as most of the moisture on his robes evaporated instantly.
Fairly dry now, Ian opened the double doors and walked inside. The shower seemed to be doing well for the tavern's business, the waitress never missed a beat even when she was vastly outnumbered by customers. As he stood in the doorway, someone tossed an unopened bottle of wine to him.

The vampire deftly caught the bottle, scowling at it for a moment. Then he simply shrugged and looked around for his quarry.

Satyana

While she was standing beside Rahvin's chair, she noticed someone enter the premises.

Why isn't it...?

"Issac! look, isn't it Ian who just came in?, How wonderful.." she said in a low voice, not wanting to draw attention to herself, especially if the stranger wasn't Ian...

Indor

Indor pushed the button and leapt back. For a moment nothing happened then there was a loud grinding noise. He looked round and saw two iron gates in the walls lift to reveal small rooms beyond. The gates finished opening and all Indor could hear was Rann’s breathing. He crept towards the nearer one, wary of any more deadra.

None appeared and he entered the small space. He almost tripped over a corpse just inside the gate. It had been a Breton but that had been quite a time ago. Indor stepped over it and looked around, there was a low table by the wall covered in books and ayleid artefacts, including some crystals.

In an instant he forget any danger and rushed over to it. There was a battered copy of ‘The Wild Elves’ which he pushed aside – its content was somewhat dubious – he whistled at what he found underneath. It was a treasure-trove of valuable texts: what looked to be an original copy of ‘Earana’s Notes’, ‘Magic from the Sky’ and the wizard’s own notes.

He started to read.

OOC: I didn’t bother with any more daedra, I can edit if you want more.