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Listen To The Sound Of The Ashlands, Chapter 2-> Lock |
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Fiach |
Mar 30 2010, 03:07 PM
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Evoker
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From: Eire

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~ Time to start Chapter 2, as always, feel free to comment and give your opinions on the story so far  ~ Chapter 1-> The ReturnChapter Two-> Lock The wind was merciless that night as it lashed against the thick walls of Vivec, Abigail looked down at the waters below. She enjoyed the view from up here, it helped her forget everything. The hardships, the battles lost and the people that abandoned her. There was knock on the door. Abigail smiled to herself. Not this again…
“Come in” she sighed, the door opening with a shallow creak. “Roderick, Fathis…what do you want?” The dunmer and redguard behind her both turned a bright red, she didn’t even have to turn around. “Our men caught some travellers up north, we were wondering if…”
“Are they spies?” Abigail cut Roderick short, making his blushing redguard face darken even more.
“Eh…no, we don’t think so miss”
“Are they Fugitives?”
“We...we don’t think so…”
Abigail turned around, her eyes fiery. “Then why are you wasting my time?” she growled. Roderick paused, speechless. Less than a decade ago they were in Suran, drinking, dancing and having fun. But the last ten years did a lot to Abigail, at nineteen she was still a girl with a pretty face and mischief in her eyes. But she had grown since then; her face now was beautiful, ladylike. Her emerald eyes were hardened from seeing her friends die and her voice was like tempered steel.
Once she wore dresses and loose fitting leather armour, now she was dressed in the attire that once belonged to an Ordinator, with a purple sash tied around her forehead to keep her lush brown hair out of her eyes.
Fathis smiled softly, “We are pretty low on men Abigail” he said slowly, “They could come in pretty useful…One of them is a Tsaesci.” “A Tsaesci?” Abigail whispered, interest showing in her eyes for the briefest moment. “Whatever” she murmured, giving a shrug before pointing at the door. Fathis and Roderick gave a bow and left the room slowly.
Roderick took a deep breath, “I hate it when she gets like that!” he wheezed. Fathis nodded in agreement. “Lock should have come with us… he knows how to talk to her.” “I don’t think she’s waiting for Lock.” Fathis whispered “What do you mean? oh” When I finally woke up my body was sore, my feet and hands were numb and there was a warm, coppery taste in my mouth. Blood. “Just perfect” I muttered as I looked around. I was lying on a wooden stretcher with a sheet pulled tightly over the frame, the room around me was windowless but dozens of shelves lined the walls, each one filled with vials and potion bottles. “You took quite a beating my friend” muttered a wheezy voice. “Haeil?” The Tsaesci stood up from a chair that was dipped in the shadows at the edge of the room. “You were talking in your sleep… sounded like a nightmare.” I shrugged. “I can’t really remember” Haeil smiled, “It was probably the medication…these guys have been pumping you with the stuff” “These guys?” I asked Haeil laughed, “The resistance Furan…. I’m a member of it now” I looked at him strangely, “When did all this happen?” “You've been unconcious Furan...for a week. When they tried to capture us I ended up beheading a couple of their men…it seems that the people here are just as blood thirsty as they are back home.” His laughter rang across the stone room. Before I could open my mouth to ask something else the door opened and someone walked in. She was a Bosmer, dressed in the blue robes of a mage; her hands were filled with dozens of pale grey scrolls. With a sigh she placed them on the table in front of her and looked at Haeil. “Is he doing ok?” “Of course Madeline…don’t you trust me?” The mage--Madeline gave a grunt before turning to look at me. Madeline looked very young for a mage, no more then thirty; her copper red hair was tied back into a ponytail revealing a pair of slender pointed ears. She had a light smile on her face but there was intelligence in her eyes as she scanned my arms and face, her gold pointed fingers checked my pulse and bruises. “I’ve been in Morrowind for nearly 9 years and I never saw injuries like the ones you had ...” She said. Her sharp blue eyes were flicking from me to the book that was in her hands. “9 years…” she sighed, “I swear to Akatosh if I ever see that swit Traven again, I’ll make him wish that he avoided magic as a child!” “Whos’ Traven?” I asked Madeline looked at me, “He’s the Arch-mage of Cyrodiil or at least he was when I left….” She put on a high pitched voice, like what little girls did when they insulted someone. “Go to Morrowind Madeline the guild needs your leader ship there, it’ll be an adventure, think of all the spells you will learn…” She spat on the ground, “But noooo, one year I’m in Balmora and then I’m being harassed by argonians for being a witch. A WITCH! Can you believe it?” “It happens a lot, just agree with her and we’ll be fine” Haeil whispered softly. I nodded with a smile. Madeline gave a sigh and wrote some thing down in her book. “I think it’s time that you went down to Lock” she said, gesturing toward the door. Haeil nodded and pulled me out of bed. “Where are we going?” I whimpered, the cold air nipping at my feet. “To see Lock.” “Who’s Lock?” Haeil looked at me with a smile, “Oh, you are going to love this.” This post has been edited by Fiach: Mar 30 2010, 03:08 PM
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Fiach |
Jul 18 2010, 11:08 AM
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Evoker
Joined: 9-February 10
From: Eire

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Due to some unforeseen events I found myself without any internets for a the past month or so...while armed with an Internet café, it didn't really give me the chance to write a full chapter, so here we go again...back on track
(oh and thanks haute and remko, I'm glad you liked it...hopefully the story won't be too difficult to get back into.)
[i]A strong wind howled over the snow capped trees of Thirsk,hail and snow hammered angrily against the wooden walls and thick windows.
Despite the weather Thirsk has always had its troubles, from raiders hiding in the nearby outskirts to demons themselves! Shedding skin and bone to become demons that wish for nothing more then to rip their little lives apart. Of course it had been many years since such a creature had been spotted and of course there were the new people, imperials, Khajiit and even their fellow Nords, trying to escape the horrors of their homes and finding that even their own crumbling empire did not want them, forcing them to stay and scoff at the villages beliefs.
'They are can't be true' they say raptly with a small grin on their faces, 'such monsters could never exist!' But Old Throg had seen these monsters and old Throg's eyes never fooled him.
"So what shall the tale be tonight children?" Throg asked, his back against a chair that was eased out near the roaring fire. "THE SNOW PRINCE!" "THE FALL OF MOURNHOLD!" "THE BLOODMOON!" The Storyteller took off his wide brimmed hat, his pale blue eyes skimming over the young-lings before him, all were Nords even though there were many people in the tavern this night from Khajiit to Ysmir forbid, a Woodelf!, few of which could or wanted to remember those dark days.
Old Throg smiled and took the pipe out of his mouth. It was important to remember them though, otherwise the facts would fade, turn to myth and legend... eventually people will say it is just a story and that is when new mistakes are made.
One of the children crept up to him, "Please mister, tell us about the man wolves" she whispered blowing stray piece of blond hair from her eyes. Scotte was the girls name, now eleven years old she was nearly ready for marriage, Throg sighed; it was probably his duty to keep her childhood going until those days.
"Very well" he roared, clapping his hands to draw the attention to him. which it did, soon all eyes were on his wrinkled face, his former muscles turned to flab with age while his icy blue eyes remained alert and intense as if it was a great river pounding inside his head.
Like an artist he moved his spider like hands over the fire, rubbing slowly to keep the warmth and savoring every moment, knowing that the entire inn was watching and holding their breath.
Picking up his walking stick he pounded it against the ancient stone floor, Once! Twice! Three times!
"Our story begins only a few years ago, on a night...very much like this." He lifted up his tankard from the floor and took a deep draught, his neck moving with the golden liqour pulsing through his body. "The rain lashed and battered our lands while the moon bled from the sky as if it had been slashed by a great ebony blade. We lived in fear of the demons that ran through our lands, mortal weapons doing little good to stop the bloodshed and fear...Every night our numbers whittled away until our great shaman Wind-eye begged the spirits for aid."
Throg took another sip of his tankard and licked his lips slowly. The children in front of his were captured by his every move, their eyes wide and gleaming like gold pieces even though they had heard this story dozens of times. the adults weren't much better with the barman staying in his place with a half filled tankard still in his hand.
"Now what was the secret that the spirits told us?"
"Silver!" the crowd said, their voices little more then a whisper as if simply saying the name of the weapons would bring the beasts upon them again.
"Aye, silver!" Throg shouted, his voice hoarse.
"Like fire to flesh it was on the beasts! Like a tongue on frozen steel did they howl in pain during the night!
We finally had hope that we would survive, maybe even kill wipe out the very beasts themselves from the lands!"
The storyteller sighed and took a deep pull from his pipe, blowing out small smoky hoops into the air.
"We had hope....until he came"
"The Narvirin" the children whispered, their hands to their mouths with their eyes looking up to the ceiling.
"Was his ears pointed?" one of the smaller children asked eagerly, his voice little more then a squeak.
"That they were" he growled "Pointed like the horns of Mehrunes Dagon himself! And his eyes glew redder then the very flasmes of Oblivion where devils and daedra rip the souls of the damned for eternity!" Thorg put his hands to his forehead and pointed them like horns and waggled his tongue at the crowd. The group laughed half heartedly and grouped in closer to hear more.
"He was a famous chap from where he came from sure, so we welcomed him with open arms thinking that perhaps he could help us in our crusade against the woves, but alas that was not meant to be"
Old Throg gave a weak smile toward the fire and nodded out towards the door. "He became one of them of course, but stronger, ripping the flesh and blood of many of our countrymen and even taking the chieftain himself!
But Tharsten Heart-Fang was strong and brave and even though we never saw him again, I think that it be no coincidence that when he vanished so did the wolf men."
The crowd dropped their heads, the children too for they knew that such sacrifice was the reason why they were alive and it was their duty to teach this story to their own young in the coming years.
"And what happened to the Narvirin?" the Scotte asked, her rich blue eyes wide with fear.
"Died" the old storyteller said simply, "and if you ask me he was the one who caused all this mess, sided with the lizard folk mayhap and decided that all free men should suffer under his thumb." He said this very softly though, his cold eyes checking to see if and Dunmer were in the tavern, there were none and with that he took an easy breath. Sure enough though some of the people exchanged dark looks and, when realizing that the story was finished, edged out to rejoin their families."Could have gone without that..."I chuckled darkly, my back still against the thick wooden wall where I had placed it at the beginning of the night. It didn't take long, as the locals began to move out of the small room that a Nord approached me. "Jiub?" He asked. I gave a curt nod and pulled up my robes slightly, revealing an ashen arm. "Follow me" he whispered, pulling me out of the inn with a brisk walk. This post has been edited by Fiach: Jul 18 2010, 11:15 AM
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Fiach Listen To The Sound Of The Ashlands Mar 30 2010, 03:07 PM Winter Wolf Very interesting tale you are weaving here. I like... Mar 30 2010, 05:09 PM mALX I agree with Wolf on your descriptions, and always... Mar 30 2010, 10:27 PM Destri Melarg Between Abigail and Madeline you have created a co... Mar 31 2010, 01:08 AM haute ecole rider As soon as I saw that we were starting with Abigai... Mar 31 2010, 01:54 AM Fiach ~
hi Winter Wolf and welcome to the story, I... Mar 31 2010, 03:27 PM Remko I like Argonians a lot less now....
Awesome fiach... Mar 31 2010, 06:06 PM Fiach “So...been in Morrowind long?” Roderick asked behi... Mar 31 2010, 06:16 PM mALX The chapter above this had some powerful impact... Mar 31 2010, 09:51 PM haute ecole rider I really liked how you introduced Lock. This stood... Mar 31 2010, 10:26 PM Fiach I’m in a palace, was I here before? I stare... Apr 1 2010, 01:17 PM Olen Nice bit of character development there.
'“To... Apr 1 2010, 02:59 PM Fiach wow, first time I ever got censored >.>
oh ... Apr 1 2010, 03:38 PM mALX I would rather the filter did something like this ... Apr 1 2010, 03:53 PM Fiach I suppose it adds a bit of humor to it, lol
but y... Apr 1 2010, 03:59 PM mALX
I suppose it adds a bit of humor to it, lol
but ... Apr 2 2010, 03:43 AM Fiach ~I may have to slow down with the next few updates... Apr 2 2010, 03:01 PM Remko Roderick fled? What a coward! Apr 2 2010, 03:37 PM mALX Teinaava...is that Ocheeva's twin brother? Oo... Apr 2 2010, 11:03 PM haute ecole rider :huh: :blink: :unsure:
Uh, what just happened ... Apr 3 2010, 12:03 AM Fiach Wow I cant beleve I havent updated in nearly two ... Apr 15 2010, 07:25 PM haute ecole rider Yes, it has been too long since the last update. :... Apr 15 2010, 09:11 PM Remko Nice chapter! But why would Firen say the Argo... Apr 16 2010, 12:28 PM mALX Argh! You let Umbra soul-trap you? ARGH! ... Apr 16 2010, 07:37 PM Fiach Haute Ecole Rider Thanks against for the help, I ... Apr 17 2010, 06:32 PM haute ecole rider Good stuff. So Roderick decides to do something ab... Apr 17 2010, 07:04 PM Olen Good piece, the flashback was succinct and pleasin... Apr 17 2010, 08:27 PM Fiach
The only things I'm not clear on: was Roder... Apr 24 2010, 09:01 PM Remko Tense!!! continue please.... B) Apr 28 2010, 11:54 AM mALX I agree with Remko, you are good at building the s... Apr 29 2010, 01:29 PM haute ecole rider This may be a short post, but it certainly ramped ... Apr 29 2010, 03:21 PM Fiach ~~Sorry about the late replies recently everyone. ... May 5 2010, 08:33 PM haute ecole rider Hoo boy. Where to start?
There is a lot of buried... May 5 2010, 10:28 PM mALX Happy Birthday, and Great Dialogue!!! May 6 2010, 01:19 AM ureniashtram Just what our resident kitty and H.E.R said. Well ... May 6 2010, 04:22 AM Olen Great plotting. You show the way things have chan... May 6 2010, 01:19 PM Remko The "beast" that distracted him from hel... May 6 2010, 04:11 PM Fiach Free :D
the autobiography is in, the school wor... May 24 2010, 10:46 PM mALX Really great chapter! You packed a lot into T... May 24 2010, 10:59 PM Fiach this cannot be, the bloodmoon falls and the prey s... Jun 8 2010, 01:48 PM Remko I really liked the last chapter although it was a ... Jun 8 2010, 03:15 PM Olen I thought the POV was Furan's (he was looking ... Jun 8 2010, 04:13 PM haute ecole rider I loved the dull, hopeless depression that is Rave... Jun 8 2010, 05:17 PM Fiach ~I'm glad you are all liking the story so far ... Jun 13 2010, 05:18 PM haute ecole rider Now that's a tragic chapter, and a sad flashba... Jun 13 2010, 07:27 PM Remko Best chapter so far?! The emotions and his pas... Jun 16 2010, 10:54 AM haute ecole rider Ah, so the Nerevarine was the cause of the scourge... Jul 18 2010, 06:09 PM Fiach Ok guys, I hope you like the next part : )
Tein... Jul 19 2010, 11:55 AM haute ecole rider Wow! :blink:
how does one breed werewolves? ... Jul 19 2010, 04:47 PM Fiach I spent a full week working in the pens, Sk'ri... Jul 23 2010, 04:29 PM haute ecole rider I have a very strong sense of being set up for som... Jul 23 2010, 05:17 PM Ornamental Nonsense Hello!
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