Blue-Orange Mercenaries:Prologue, A story about a band of friends. Options

[ureniashtram]

The breeze outside the bar was cold, quiet and slightly melancholic. The city of cheydinhal was always like this, but the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn was not.

"Hey Lumpy, you gots any septim?" said a male dunmer with a pony-tail hair. Like any dunmer, this dunmer got fiery eyes, with his skin ashen gray. A leather cuirass on his torso, he had a rust dagger for protection. The rest of his attire was commoner clothes.

"What?! Lum-eep thought you were goin' to bring Emperor's coin, Damaren?" replied a rather stout argonian with an accusing tone. Unusuall for his race, this Betmer has a red skintone with brownish hue to it. Like his elven counterpart, Lumpy wore a leather cuirass over his clothes.

Damaren quickly stood up, rather annoyed that his argonian friend didnt bring any money, yelled;

"First of all it's called septims, and second with no money, that bouncer over there will have our asses thrown if we dont have any money to pay our bar tab-"

Suddenly he was lifted in the air by very muscular orc. The Orsimer wore a brown shirt, coupled with a plaid red pants. He wore leather boots, with an Iron mace strapped on to his waist.

"No money to pay your bar tabs again, Damy?" the orc's words were dripping with sarcasm, while malice shone on his eyes.

"Ummnn...n-no, m-me an-and my friend here are just discussing our mercenaries bar tabs, right Lumpy?" Damaren winked at Lupmy, while stummering in front of the orc.

"Mercernaries? I don't recall having a bunch of mercenaries 're." the orc wondered out loud, while scratching his chin in thought.

"Ummm, actually this isnt the place our allies visited." the dunmer answered. Damaren was known in Cheydinhal to be a fast-talker. In his youth, he fast-talked a guard to let him go because the guard caught him stealing.

He even fast-talked a merchant to giving him free wares, to the point that Damaren came back in his home with two sacks of armor and supplies. Until then, he was titled 'The Silver-Tongued Devil' by the citizens of Cheydinhal.

"Well if that's the case, can I join?" asked the orc. "This job is just boring every second. I've known you two with all my time here in Cheydinhal, and I know you will accept."

The duo just stared at him blankly, with Lumpy scratching his head in confusion.

"Well, to tell you the truth the men who had the bar tabs, were arrested for assault and disorderly conduct, so... Yeah, you can join Lugrub." the dunmer smiled an awkward smile.

"A band mercenaries, eh? This will be interesting, I guess Damaren has a good plan after all. Except for that day when we pretended we were jesters fo the Count of Skingrad only having us running for our lives when we discovered tha-"....

"Lumpy, prepare our supplies from our house, we are leaving for the Imperial City in one hour. Also buy us some weapons, here's the money."Damaren suddenly ordered. Lumpy irritated, replied with;

"By buying you mean stealing right?"

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The Next Evening

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"Ugh, finally the Roxey Inn. Let's stay here for night, men" Damaren said tiredly. Inside, the trio saw a female Nord chatting with an Imperial dressed in a full suit of Chainmail armor. As the trio headed for the Propietor of the establishment, the entrance of the Inn flew, and a dozen of Bandits entered.

"By the nine! Bandits! Run for your lives!" yelled a panicking Damaren. As the bandits spread out, five of them charged at the trio. Lumpy the argonian picked up a chair and throwed it at the nearest bandit, and while he was thrown backwards, his axe flew to the direction of Lumpy.

The argonian swiftly picked it up in mid-air and started swinging wildly at the bandit. Damaren, however, hid behind a table, shaking with fear. But when two of the bandits confronted him he became wild, picking up a bowl he smashed it on the bandit's face, but the other charged, mace swinging.

Damaren evaded a skull-crushing blow, but he knew that he would not last long. He searched for a weapon, anything that he could use to stall his opponent.

As the bandit grabbed him, a blade came out of his head.

"You gotta be more careful, mate." as the body fell limp Damaren saw the Imperial dressed in chainmail.

"Im Adellus" the Imperial smiled. The bandit who just got his face smashed alerted the other outlaws making it ten against four. The female nord hid below the counter crying in fear.

"Raagghh!" Lugrub roared as he threw a chair at the bandits direction. One of the bandits got impaled and screamed with agony. After that, the muscular orc picked up a table and swinged like a madman at the outlaws.

Lumpy also joined the fight and chopped at a Breton bandit, decapitating him on the process.

"Such ferocity, Argonian." remarked Adellus as he stabbed a Bosmer bandit. Lugrub broke the table he was wielding and grabbed a large broom. The bandits laughed, but those who got near Lugrub had their necks broken. This continued for a while.

After a short battle, the remaining bandits ran and said something about an ayleid ruin not far from the Inn.

"And don't you forget it!"roared Damaren arrogantly. Lugrub just shrugged and bent down to loot a bandit clad in Steel armor.

"Loot them and let's throw them outside, friends." Lumpy's voice was evidently tired.

As they looted the dead bandits, the Imperial sighed;

"Good ridance, I thought there will more of them. You handled yourself pretty impresive at the fight, lad. Let me guess..mercenaries?"

"Yep. We are the..the..Blue-O mercenaries, we are currently heading for the Imperial city, to recruit some more men, you wanna join the famous group of them all?" obviously this was a lie. The Blue-Orange mercenaries were just formed by a trio of no-good outcasts.


"Well, I'm currently longing for an adventure so, count me in." Adellus smiled proudly as if he winned a beautiful woman to marry. After minute or two of chatting,

Damaren fast-talked the owner of the inn for free use of the beds.

The owner thanked them for defending her Inn and asked if the group can help her get rid of a base of bandits they encountered.

"If we rested on top of free beds then consider it done, you ug- I mean beautiful nord." after the chit-chat the group headed upstairs and slept for the night.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Apr 25 2010, 08:46 AM

[ureniashtram]

Aftershock

{()}

'I'm a believer.
Nothing could be worse.
All these imaginary friends.

Hiding betrayal.
Driving the nail.
Hoping to find a savior..

No..
Don't..
Leave me to die here..
Help me survive here alone..

Don't surrender..
Surrender..

Put me to sleep, Evil Angel.
Open your wings, Evil Angel.
Fly over me, Evil Angel.
Why can't I breathe, Evil Angel...?'

={((*))}=

- Breaking Benjamin, 'Evil Angel'.

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Ayleid Ruin of Sercen.

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The Halls of Sercen was bustling with activity. Many followers of Asfrid, who called themselves 'Na'Asfrale', prepared their gears. Those of whom skilled in Armorer repaired many weapons, the sound of clang echoing in the ruins. The Earthly Golems provided stone and steel, mostly from their own bodies. Those of whom skilled in Alchemy brewed many potions and poisons. A party of bowmen entered the ruin, and went to the chairs to rest, while some of them went to the healers. An armed Bosmer entered a room, which he saw a large Nord watching over the unmoving body of a Dunmer laid in a bed. The Bosmer raised his closed fist to his chest and bowed in respect.

"Mi'lord, the scouts found the tomb. However, the door that leads to the Main Chamber is blocked by a door."

"A door..? Explain, Mithael." questioned a confused Asfrid. He began to cast spells at Damaren, but none of them worked. Growling in frustration for the millionth time on that day, he went to a nearby cupboard and pulled out a vial pull of blue substance, muttered a few incoherent words and smashed it to smithereens. The broken pieces of the vial was absorbed by Asfrid, and he rubbed the contents on his hands.

Mithael just watched with his jaw dropped. The rest of Na'Asfrale just went to their business, oblivous to Asfrid's work.

A szwishzz sound erupted, and a ball of gray energy appeared out of nowhere. Biting his bottom lip and resisting the intense pain that kissed his palms, Stonebeard walked towards Damaren. Sensing that he could no longer handle the energy on his hands, he muttered a spell and the energy flew towards Damaren. The energy happily danced aboved the Dunmer for a few minutes, before hugging the lying Damaren. Upon the impact, Damaren convulsted before hitting the bed, motionless.

"GODSDAMNED, MASOCHISTIC PIECE OF DIRT FULL OF GUAR DUNG! WHORESON, SPIT DRINKING KNAVE!" he roared, with the ruin shaking violently. If not an earthquake. In fact, many Alchemists dropped their vials, many Armorers had their hammers broken and many warriors had their weapons smashed.

Asfrid, on the other hand was shaking furiously. So blinded by rage, he failed to notice a figure suddenly appearing out of nowhere and sat on the chair behind him.

"My, my. Such language, m'dear Asfrid. Why, even Molag Bal would blush and reprimand you of your choice of words." a flamboyant voice chuckled, while Mithael froze on the spot. Asfrid, body glowing with greenish aura, swirled and came face to face with the Daedric businessman Clavicus Vile. Snarling, he muttered a few unknown words and vines started to wrap itself at Clavicus' leg. The Daedra snorted and with a mere snap of his fingers, the vines suddenly became dehydrated. The Daedra glanced at the Bosmer and asked him;

"You there! What's your name and desire?" the Daedra smiled sweetly at him, making the Bosmer trapped in a trance.

".. Mithael Fimmion.. I.. I want sweetrolls.." with a nod and a smirk from Clavicus Vile, the vines instantly vanished and was replaced by ten sweetrolls. The woodelf gasped　and plunged himself at the sweets. He gorged himself with it, ignoring the disgusted look of Asfrid. Fists shaking furiously, he pointed his fingers at Clavicus Vile and screamed at him;

"You filthy Daedra! You DARE interrupt me and make my second-in-command craze himself on sweetrolls?! Why, I'll erase you from existence and send you back to Oblivion where you belo-", but was abruptly cut off by a hand by Clavicus. Making tsk tsk noises and crossing his leg, he began.

"First of all, I didn't come here to fight. Secondly, a Khajiit friend of mine told me that your scouts have been hanging around places were they shouldn't be. Third, well I want to finally meet Meridia's boy toy. Fourth, you're the first sexy et'Ada I've ever met. Fifth, see number four." he grinned at Asfrid, while he battered his eyelashes.

"WHAT THE HECK DO YOU EVEN WANT?! YOU HAVE JUST WASTED MY PRECIOUS TIME BY CHATTING IDLE NONSENSE!!"

"Well, I am the Prince of Pacts, yes. So, if you want to know how to 'cure' your little apprentice, I suggest you listen to me carefully."

"What? The Aftershock was supposed to be Forbbiden! Even amongst the Princes and the Divines! Where did you get this information?"

"How did I know, you ask? Pacts are associated with Negotiation, m'dear. It appears that one of the Divines knew about this, and I manged to pry it from Him by skills alone. Do you know who I am referring to?" he answered the question with a question while pointing upwards with a mischievous smile. "Of course, information nowadays is traded with.. things." Clavicus chuckled.

Asfrid can only open his mouth in awe.

"You won over Zenithar?" the only reply he got was Clavicus raising one fist under his chin and making a 'check' gesture. Asfrid only shook his head.

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Unknown Realm, beyond Nirn.

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Voices.

What were you thinking?! Abandoning Laeg'Reval like that in Nirn!

I thought you cared, Brother. I thought you won't let them hurt me..

Broken promises, unkept oaths.　A hypocrite and deceiver. That's you, Jureni.

Voices. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear it. Hear voices, whispering, crying and pleading. He tried to move, but he was restrained by some greater force. All he could do was listen. Listen to the voices. This time, he felt an icy feeling touch his cheeks. It felt strange to Damaren.

It feels so wrong, yet good at the same time, right Love?

It is not incest if you know not the relationship, my dear. An acquintance of mine always told me that.. Besides, we're gods! We're not humans, so we do not inbreed.

Light suddenly exploded, temporarily blinding the frozen Dunmer. It was just that, light. Light everywhere. Even though he could see, there was just light. White light. Even though he could stand, the ground Damaren is standing on is light. White light.

Then the Voices started again. This time, two unknown forces seem to argue with one another.

I did what was best for us, my love! Don't deny us of our destiny!

Best for us?! You gave the Orb of Lorkhan to Mehrunes Dagon! Only Hermaeus Mora knows what he can do with such Power! Gods! I don't even know why I'm with you!

Oh, it's my fault now huh? Didn't you heard what I even said, you prideful honoured user? I gave it to him so we can Wake the sleeping Beast!

No.. No! You insolent wench! Unleashing Laeg'Reval will release the Doomdrum from his prison! What have you done!

So?! By fact, Nature is Chaotic! Don't you see? The Eight Traitors will pay for what they done to Lorkhan! Our father, if you do not remember!

You seek about the Destruction of Mundus and Everything! Your mind have been poisoned by Sheogorath! Only he is Mad enough to try this! If Lorkhan is freed, so is Padomay!
The Whole Universe will be Destroyed and Changed!

If you are not with me, then you are the one who is poisoned! Poisoned by the Eight who mutilated Our Father and deceived Us into becoming Elementals. Trust me, after this is over, Nothing, I mean Nothing can stop Us from reclaiming Our rightful Place.

Wake up from this Nonsense, Salidariel! We can still stop this! Please, I beg of you!

The Time of Chaos starts now, my love. You, the Others and certainly not the Princes and Divines cannot stop Me. I am Salidariel no more. I am the Goddess and you will leave the Snow Hell right.. now. Or you shall regret ever coming here.

It was at this moment, Damaren felt an indescribable pain hugging him. He felt his eyes bulged out of it's sockets. He felt his limbs being torn off, one by one. But most of all he felt his very soul being sucked away.

It was at this moment, Damaren woke.

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Aaaannddd, done! Wow, It felt like ages after I'm done with this! Just wow!

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This post has been edited by ureniashtram: May 18 2010, 05:09 PM