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post Apr 9 2007, 11:47 PM
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This contains spoilers for the Tribunal expansion. I imagine this is no longer a concern since the expansion has been out for so long but I thought it would be prudent to mention it here anyway.

Unlike "Rashelle At Lokken", this one is an in-progress work, actually being written now. As a consequence the updates won't be nearly so often. wink.gif

This story occurs before the events in "Rashelle At Lokken".

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Rashelle And The Mad God
by blockhead aka pcc

Chapter 1. Dark Brotherhood


I knew it was not going to be a good day. Firstly, it was that time of the month for me and that is never a good time. Secondly, I was rudely awakened by someone who was trying to murder me in my bed.

His glass dagger had just rebounded off of my ebony cuirass. People think I'm nuts when I tell them I sleep in my armor. Situations like this are why I do.

An elbow in his face backed him off a foot or so and gave me time to give him a stiff kick in the usual place. It sent him flying away from the bed but apparently that strange black armor that he wore protected him there because he came right back at me.

I ran him through with Chrysamere. People think I'm nuts because I sleep with a naked claymore. Situations like this are why I do.

I got out of bed and searched the body. No keys. Some gold. No letters or other information. I examined the strange black armor. It was rather nice. I had never seen its like before, very light and flexible, yet tough. The deep blackness of it would certainly help any night-time stealthy activities. It was probably expensive as well.

If it were not for the fact that I don't like my sleep to be interrupted, I would welcome more attacks just for more of this armor.

I removed my boots and I tried the greaves on. They were especially nice. They went well with my Ebony cuirass yet were not hot like most armor is. Of late I had not been wearing any armor save for a cuirass and boots: Vvardenfell was just too hot to wear full armor. I was never cold; only warm or hot. I'm a Breton but there must have been Nord in my ancestry somehow.

I left the greaves on. I put my ebony boots back on. I went to the trap door and poked my head out. It was still dark out but I was too keyed up to go back to sleep.

I closed trap door and got myself ready to go.

Taking the helm and the body, I left my house.

A Hlallu guard approached me immediately. After playing 20 questions he eventually realized that I had been attacked, had lawfully defended myself and was only trying to dispose of the body.

"Couldn't you have waited until you left town before stripping it?"

"It's not every day I get attacked in my own bed. I was not aware there was a protocol involved."

Showing him the helm, I said; "By the way, you wouldn't happen to know who wears armor like this and likes to murder Bretons in their bed, would you?"

He informed me that the helm was that of the Dark Brotherhood. They were assassins. Apparently someone had put a contract out on me. Unlike the Morag Tong, the dark brotherhood would take any contract. They will kill anyone if the drakes were good: legality was not a concern.

He told me that Apelles Matius over in Ebonheart might know more about them. I thanked him and he retreated at speed: as if the dark brotherhood would slay him just for talking to me.

Not a great start to my day. I dumped the body just south of town and then went to the Mages Guild.

"Greetings, Rashelle, what brings you here at this odd hour?", said the Sharn Gra-Muzgob, who was manning the entrance as Greeter this shift.

"Hey Sharn. Nothing much: just a Dark Brotherhood assassin trying to murder me in my sleep."

"That's terrible - you killed him I trust?"

"Yes indeed."

"I trust you disposed of the body?"

"Yes; just now I dragged it south of town."

"Just now you did?"

"Yep."

She turned from me and summoned Galbedir, asking her to cover for her for "a few minutes". Then she scurried outside as fast she could.

Galbedir and I laughed: we both knew she was a necromancer.

I went downstairs and had them teleport me to Vivec. Once there, a cast of Divine intervention teleported me to the Imperial Cult chapel in Ebonheart. From there, it was a short walk to find Apelles Matius.

He initially seemed to doubt me but I showed him the helm and then he remembered that I was the Nerevarine and had some skill in matters pertaining to combat.

He revealed two interesting bits if information. First; the Dark Brotherhood headquarters was somewhere on the mainland, in the city of Mournhold. Secondly, despite the quarantine still in place around Vvardenfell from the Blight, a recently arrived Imperial Mage named Asciene Rane could teleport me there.

He led me to her and, after introductions, explained the situation to her. I thanked him and he left. She then teleported me to Mournhold.

I appeared in a blue room. There were flowers in the room; how did they grow indoors without sunlight? I turned and found myself face to face with an Argonian in expensive robes.

He sniffed and said "fresh game."

he continued. "Greetings, I am Effe Tei. I can teleport you to Ebonheart. You are in the Palace now, in the reception area."

"Thank you, I am Rashelle."

Effe Tei briefly explained the layout of Mournhold. The city was a circle, with the Palace in the center. The remainder of the circle was divided into four sections. The temple was to the south, the plaza Brindisi Dorom to the north. West and East were the Great Bazaar and the Godsreach areas.

Effe informed me that the city was actually built on top of the ruins of the the older city, some of which were accessible underground.

The goddess Amalexia resided in this city, as did the dunmer King Helseth.

In an alarmed tone he asked me; "Are you wearing greaves of the Dark Brotherhood?"

Perhaps wearing the armor of the Dark Brotherhood had been a bad idea.

"These? Oh no; don't be silly! These are padded Capri pants. They are all the rage over on Tel Aruhn. When I wear boots they are more comfortable. When I don't wear boots they let a lot of calf show."

I chatted briefly with a royal guard. His closed helm and closed mannerisms made conversation difficult and brief.

I decided to wander around the castle before going outside. I took the open doorway out of the room and soon found myself with a choice, stairs down or up. Thinking of dungeons, my natural instinct was to choose the down stairwell.

This resulted in my arrival at the Royal Palace basement.

Oddly enough, there were no guards here. I poked through some of the crates and other containers. I was tempted to pinch some salt rice but I refrained.

I found a trap door in the floor. Effe had said something about the Dark Brotherhood in the sewers below the Great Bazaar, not the palace, but I opened the door anyway.

I started to descend the cold slimy rungs of a ladder. I was in a large high hall. Along the center of the hall ran a channel with water in it. The air was moist and the scent wafting along it let me know that these were the sewers.

I paused, gripping the ladder, while my eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were torches here and there and some sort of undefined dim illumination. This area was as large as the Vivec canton sewers but, like everything else in Mournhold, was more ornate than its Vvardenfell counterpart.

A skeleton was running towards the ladder. With one hand I cast a fireball. Most undead are susceptible to fire so that was enough to take care of it.

I descended the rest of the way and stepped away from the latter.

To my right was a dead end. I turned left. The floor was tiled with maroon tiles that formed pretty patterns. Why waste time decorating a sewer?

A rat attacked me. I believe he hurt his teeth on my ebony boots. I simply stared down at him as if to say "who are you kidding?". He sheepishly squeaked and ran away.

Then I saw a skeleton in a hooded robe. That was new. It cast a lightning spell. My birth sign didn't handle it this time. It hurt but I was not in immediate danger so I waited. I wanted to assess the capabilities of this new creature.

The robed skeleton cast another one. And another. How much magicka did this thing have?

I was hurting now. Enough is enough. I quaffed a potion and cast a fireball. The robed skeleton hit me with a health damage spell but this time my birth sign diffused the spell and absorbed the magicka. I promptly used this to cast a larger fireball.

Robes burning, the skeleton collapsed to the ground. Pieces of bone fell into the water.

A memory from my magical studies came to me: I had just fought a lich.

I walked over and examined the lich. It was simply an animated skeleton with a robe, an iron longsword, and an iron shield. The most formidable thing about it had been the large reservoir of magicka.

I resumed walking. The sewer corridor turned to the left and entered a very large room. It was easily larger than a plaza in a Vivec canton, larger than a small village. In the center was a circle of pillars that reached all the way to the ceiling. Inside this was a deeper pool of water. Perhaps this drained into a lower level of sewers.

A goblin ran towards me. I had never encountered a goblin before but I had seen pictures of them in books.

He was a tough critter and he wielded a club that was sturdier than it looked.

As I was finishing him, a durzog attacked me. Again, I had not seen a durzog in Vvardenfell but I knew of them. Goblins often used durzogs as mounts and war beasts. Wherever you encountered one, you tended to also run into the other.

Getting tired of the water, I took an upward ramp out of that large room. This soon led me to a door labeled "Bazaar sewers". How convenient: this is where Effe said the Dark Brotherhood were located.

So I was now in the Bazaar Sewers of Old Mournhold. Ahead of me, the wide and tall passage continued and then curved left. From this came a bonewalker, already hurling Grave Curse spells at me. Another fireball finished him.

To my right was a second passage. I went right.

This passage turned left and down. At the turning was a Khajiit woman. An attempt at conversation yielded only "Ahnia does not know you, so Ahnia has nothing to say to you."

Perhaps the sewers were filled with madmen? I continued on down the passage. The ramp took me back down to the water level. Have I mentioned yet how much I hate water?

There was a ladder going up but I passed it for now. The next section of the passage was smaller and hewn from rock: no pretty tiles here.

I swam, following the passage as it turned left and down. I dove because I thought I saw something there on the bottom. I did: a skeleton who had apparently been slain by an arrow. There was a water breathing potion by the skeleton. The passage was a dead end so, swimming as rapidly as I could as I was running out of breath, I retraced my route.

I returned to the ladder, this time I ascended it.

I found myself on the surface, outdoors, somewhere in Mournhold. The morning sunlight shown on a rich array of blue architecture. Another reminder that I wasn't in Vvardenfell anymore.

While I had urgent business to attend to, regarding the Black brotherhood's misguided attempts to adjust my lifespan, I just could not resist the temptation to wander around here for a bit before returning to the depths.

Vvardenfell is a frontier. This was a city, a major center of government and commerce, and it showed. Everything had a polished and expensive look to it.

I walked around, chatting with people, even the ordinators. Ordinators are never chatty but I try to talk to them anyway. These Ordinators wore a different style of armor from the ones back in Vivec. The helm was the same but not yellow. The color was pastel violet instead. As with everything else in Mournhold, their armor was classier and snazzier than the Vvardenfell version. I was informed that I was in the Great Bazaar.

At some point I found a book store. It was with difficultly that I pulled myself out of there, a few hundred gold poorer.

I heard what sounded like a summoning spell. When one summons an atronach or other daedra, there is a certain characteristic sound. I turned towards the sound and saw two bursts of fog or smoke. The smoke fade away to be replaced by a Dunmer in a robe.

"Greetings, fair citizens of Mournhold. I am the great, renowned, respected, and feared wizard, Ovis Velas! In the coming weeks you shall see more and more of me, as I bring this city to its knees."

This didn't sound very promising. He had the attention of the people around me. I hoped this was some sort of advertisement for a sporting event but I didn't think so. I had a fireball ready and I placed a hand on my head, casually, as if patting my hair into place ... near the hilt of the sheathed sword at my back.

"But for the moment, " he continued, "allow me to demonstrate my power on one of your hapless countrymen."

He looked right at me. Figures. Always pick on the Breton with the black hair and the armor.

"You there! Yes, you, you ugly Breton, Prepare yourself to feel my wrath!"

He hit me with a fireball. I could have dodged it but I didn't want it to hurt anyone in the crowd so I just took it. My birth-sign didn't absorb the spell this time.

Already running towards him, I let fly my own fireball and drew my sword.

He hit me with a cold spell: standard technique: fatigue the target by alternating fire and frost. My birth-sign didn't absorb this spell either but I have always had this unusual Nord-like affinity to cold: the spell was a refreshing cool breeze.

I reached him and swung. He moved partially out of the way but he was not moving very fast so Chrysamere still bit.

He stumbled but still hit me with a nasty shock-bolt. This time my birth-sign absorbed and diffused the spell.

Enough: I stabbed him right through the heart. He had no armor under the robe.

As I kicked the corpse from my sword I mused that any chance of the Dark Brotherhood not being aware of me here on their home turf had just gone to zero.

I cast a healing spell on myself.

The hubbub of the crowd that had formed was cut through by an Ordinator rasping, "Nothing to see here, move along."

I walked away. I had lawfully defended myself so the Ordinators gave me no trouble.

A dunmer who introduced himself as Drathhas Reyes said to me "For all of his talk, you didn't seem to have much trouble dealing with him. Seems strange he was so weak."

He had a point there.

"You know, there is a Velas manor in Godsreach. Perhaps checking it out would shed some needed light on this mystery."

Yeah whatever, but I didn't say that. I nodded and walked on.

Back to the sewers: I now had to find the Dark Brotherhood before they found me. I descended, stepped off the ladder. I killed a rat and passed by the unfriendly Khajiit woman again.




EDIT: went a little too Conan (and not even good original Howard Conan, but Marvel-style Conan) for the next bit so I've taken it out for more editing. Also minor word usage & "flow" edits


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post Apr 25 2007, 01:57 AM
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Sorry it has been soooo long. This one fought me.


Chapter 3. Shrine



They say that curiosity will enable you to learn things, that curiosity is the mark of a discerning and intelligent man or mer. I sometimes think that curiosity is nothing but a source of trouble. Certainly that was the case that morning.

After being teleported to the palace, I decided to walk around and explore the city some more. After that I would see Gavas Drin.

My wandering feet took me to the Godsreach area. I was admiring the blue architecture when I remembered the events of the other day in the Great Bazaar, when that strange would-be mage had appeared and attacked me. What was his name ... Ovis Velas. Yes, that was it. Someone had told me that there was a Velas manor here in Godsreach.

I located the manor in short time and knocked on the door. There was no answer. I waited a bit longer. Either no one was home or the Dunmer I had slain was the only resident. I discreetly tried the door. It was locked.

Stretching my arms, I rotated slowly in place ... looking all around without appearing to. Having ascertained that no one was paying any attention to me, I slipped a lock pick from my pack and quietly unlocked the door.

I entered Velas manor and found myself in a large blue room that covered all of the first floor.

The room was richly furnished and there was at least one bookcase filled with interesting-looking books. I saw a table with a nice set of alchemy equipment.

At the table stood the Dunmer I thought I had killed the other day.

"Salutations, Rashelle. So nice of you to join me in my humble abode. I was all prepared to offer you a nice drink or a bite to eat before we got down to business, but you are late in coming and I don't appreciate being kept waiting, so business it shall be. I can sense you've already made the acquaintance of my unfortunate brother."

"O-Ovis?" I said in astonishment.

"My brother: we always did look very much alike. I am Gavis Velas."

Oh. This was the brother of the mer I had slain.

He continued: "Yes, Ovis always did like to take credit for my exploits. Too bad that this time, in trying to become my doppleganger, it would appear he went too far."

The calm detached tone with which Gavis talked of his brothers death was unsettling.

"I understand your position, Rashelle -- you have to defend yourself. But I also must ask you to understand mine -- I have to avenge my brother. Thus, a duel is called for, and there is no time like the present. Prepare yourself, Rashelle. Thy doom is imminent, and I have other matters to attend to."

With a flick of the wrist, he summoned two golden saints and an ogrim titan.

Instinctively I cast a fireball. Then I drew Chrysamere. He must have had a Reflect spell because the fireball came right back at me.

Ignoring the pain, I darted past the golden saints and leaped aside from the ogrim's large fist. When dealing with this sort of situation, it is best to go direct to the summoner, and not deal with his summonings.

As I swung Chrysamere, Velas zapped me with an electrical spell. This time, my birth-sign absorbed it.

He dodged my swing, I continued the swing so that my blade sliced into the nearer golden saint. The second saint swung her sword but as luck would have it, the ogrim dealt me a blow that sent me flying before the second saint's swing could connect.

I slammed into a bookcase just as another fireball hit me. This time it did damage. Flaming books flew everywhere as I quickly quaffed a healing potion.

This wasn't working out so well.

I got up just as the two saints reached me. Velas was so far back that I knew I would have to fight his summonings after all.

I batted a sword aside with Chrysamere and cut into one of the saints. I shook as a sword bounced off my cuirass. I dodged under another swing and This time I finished one of the saints.

This was a mixed blessing, as the two saints had been effectively blocking the ogrim titan. With a rapidity that is always unexpected from something that size, he backhanded me and I was again in flight. I crashed against the stairwell that led to the second floor.

Just to keep things interesting, I was hit with a poison spell.

As I ran up the stairs I sucked down another healing potion.

I turned in time to see the ogrim place an oversized foot on the first step. I hit him with a frost spell, then a fireball. He howled.

What was nice was that he was blocking Velas and the remaining golden saint from running up the stairs. Somehow Velas cast a large frost ball spell past the ogrim. My birth-sign did not absorb it but the cold was soothing.

I ran down and swung Chryamere, lopping off one of the ogrim's arms. I darted back up as he swung with the remaining one. I hit him with a fireball and then closed again: this time I thrust my sword deep into the bulk of the ogrim, finally dispatching him.

I ducked a swing from the golden saint while freeing my blade from the corpse. By the time she swung again, Chrysamere was free and I parried.

Another poison spell bloomed around me: oh yeah, I had forgotten about Velas.

With two quick chops I finished the golden saint.

As no summonings were forthcoming I took a quick second to down another Restore Heath potion.

I cast a frost ball at Velas. This one did not Reflect.

I charged. He cast another poison spell at me. My birth-sign absorbed it.

He wore no armor but could duck and weave with the best of them. Now he had drawn a glass jinkblade. As with the dark brotherhood, my skill and the longer reach of my claymore kept the jinkblade from ever touching me. I swung and his head went flying across the room. I dodged the blood shooting from his neck as his body fell.

I drank another healing potion and sat down to take a breather.

After a minute or so I stood up explored the house. I found a good amount of gems and useful alchemy ingredients. Velas himself had a ring of poison-bloom. His robe was enchanted to reflect fire spells.

I fear my curiosity will be the death of me one day.



I strode through the Temple, looking for the Archcanon's office. I saw a nervous looking priest. He paced back and forth in the corridor fretfully.

"Sera, are you well?" I asked him. "Can I assist?"

"Ah, he-h-hello," he stuttered, "n-no: everything is fine."

Sure ... and I can sell you some prime real estate in Ebonheart real cheap.

I nodded and moved on.

Gavas Drin's appearance was more what one expected from a priest. He had no bulges indicative of armor, nor the scar or the bearing of Hler.

"I'm Rashelle. Fedris Hler said I might be of assistance to you?"

"Yes Rashelle," said Drin. "I have heard about what you have done for us so far and Almalexia is pleased. I do have something else you could do to be of service if you are willing."

I nodded.

"Underground, deep beneath the temple, is an old shrine. It dates from the time before the Temple, when we Dunmer practiced only ancestor worship. The shrine is a source of magical power. Long abandoned, its power has not faded but has instead gone ... sour. A powerful form of undead called the profane lich has infested the shrine.

"While temple doctrine disavows ancestor worship, the Lady believes that it has its place and that the power to be gained from that shrine is great.

"I would like you to go down there are clean out all of the profane liches. I also need you to escort one of our priests down there so that he can perform the necessary procedure on the shrine. You must protect him at all costs. Only he can perform this cleansing"

I nodded and said, "I can do that right now. Where is he?"

"He was here a second ago," he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

He darted past me to the door and called down the corridor "Urvel!"

Drin stepped back and that nervous looking priest scurried into the room.

"Rashelle, this is Urvel Dulni. He is the Mer you are to escort. He must be protected."

"Urvel, this is Rashelle. She's going to escort you down there. Do as she says."

"Stay here" I told the trembling priest. "I will clear the way first and then come fetch you."

He nodded. He looked relieved.

It didn't take long to find the shrine. As per Gavas Drin's directions, I reached it via the west sewers and then the old temple gardens. Once again I marveled at how what used to be on the surface was now so deep underground.

I cleared out many creatures on the way but it was nothing that I had not already encountered in the past few days under Mournhold.

At last I reached the area of the abandoned shrine. I could not see the shrine itself yet, but there was a disquieting magical presence. Drin had used the term "soured" and that described the feeling exactly. This was an ancient and powerful magic that had gone evil. The air was sticky with it.

The presence of profane liches in this part of the caverns further indicated that this was the place.

The profane liches had even worse spells than the regular ones. They just threw spell after spell at me. My attempts to cast Silence on them didn't work. Once again the atronach birth sign was of great help.

I darted to one side to avoid a fireball and cast one of my own.

I rolled and sucked down a healing potion just as another fireball from a second profane hit me.

A third noticed me and also began to cast.

I gulped another healing potion, cast a spell for fire resistance, and then rushed the first profane. He back-peddled but I reached him anyway and lashed out with Chrysamere. My sword bounced: these Profane were made of tougher bone or something. I swung a few more times, knocking chips of bone away, until finally the profane fell apart.

While this was occurring, I was the object of fireball target practice on on the part of Profanes Two and Three. It was time to change that.

A cast a fireball at Number Two and then rushed Number Three. As I neared him, I dived down to the ground and swept my blade across, into his legs. It did not kill him but it knocked him over, which stopped him casting any spells for a few precious seconds. I spun around and a well-aimed kick sent him flying. He bounced off of the wall and landed in a heap. I hit him a large fireball and he disintegrated.

Meanwhile, the remaining profane had stopped spell-casting and was now running towards me, axe raised and ready to swing.

I scorched him with a fireball and then charged. He swung and I parried. With a loud clang, the axe shattered. I swung and the skull was cleaved. The profane lich fell apart.

I followed the cave a bit further. I found and destroyed some more profane. I also found an altar. The soured magic emanations here were so strong that my teeth vibrated: there was an audible hum. It felt unclean and somehow wrong. It was time to go back and fetch Trembling Boy.

I cast Almsivi intervention and entered the temple. He was at the Archcanon's office where I had left him.

"Ready to go?"

"Y-y-y-yes, that is, errr, if you t-t-think it's safe?"

"Come."

We descended into the temple sewers and then made our way to the caverns where the shrine was located. Again I wondered why Drin had chosen him, of all people, to perform this task. He looked like he could not even handle a rat, let alone anything really dangerous.

Once at the altar, he knew what to do. He cast a spell: I could not tell what it was. The altar glowed and Urvel began to ... sing. There were words that I could recognize: it sounded nothing like any spell I'd heard a temple priest use.

The altar continued to glow, the air was different. The vibration in my teeth got worse, then lessened. He continued to sing, varying the pitch up and down. It was as if he were ... tuning the altar.

For a moment the quality of my vision changed. Everything seemed to blur, then get brighter. The blurring went away and suddenly everything was dim and blue. He lowered the pitch and everything turned red. I looked at my hands. they were red as well.

He stopped singing and lifted his hands away. The glow in the alter faded away. and I could see as before. I felt a cool breeze. The air no longer had that sticky evil feeling to it. I could still feel the magic in the place but it was different now, not sour. There was silence.

He turned to me and said, "It is done. We can go now."

It was the first time he had not stuttered.

"Good."

I raised my hands to cast an Almsivi Intervention spell but something in his eyes made me pause.

"You do know the Almsivi Intervention spell, don't you?"

He shook his head.

I rolled my eyes and said "Sera, you are a priest in the Temple. You know spells sufficient to "cleanse" a shrine. I can't believe you never learned such a basic and useful spell as that one!"

"I, uhhhh, n-never learned."

"Feh! C'mon."

I lead him up to the temple without incident. Gavas Drin thanked me for escorting the priest and gave me a Blessed Spear: I'm sure it would look wonderful in my house in the pile with all of the other unique enchanted things.

"I am ready for more tasks." I said.

"I have nothing for you right now; perhaps Fedris Hler might."

I nodded and left.

"Yes Rashelle," responded Fedris. "The lady appreciates your efforts and has a special assignment for you."

I nodded.

"Deep underground, below the temple, is an abandoned crypt. Within this crypt lies an ancient artifact called the Mazed Band. I know that it is a ring but I have no other information about it.

"The location of the Mazed Band is known: it is in an abandoned crypt beneath the temple. Recently a tunnel to this crypt was discovered and cleared out. The tunnel lies in the northern part of the Old Mournhold Temple Sewers"

"Not much do go on," I observed. "Are you sure you can't find out more about it?"

"I'm sorry Rashelle, that is all I have been told. Perhaps Archcanon Drin would know more. You should ask him."

I turned to go back to Drins office.

"Rashelle?"

"yes?"

"You almost forgot your spear."

"Oh, how silly of me."

Darn: I'd have to ditch it some other way.

I went back to Drin's office and he had only a small amount of information.

"Ages ago, a powerful sorcerer named Barilzar created the Mazed Band. The legends are unclear as to exactly what the Band did, but apparently it was powerful. It may have been capable of summoning creatures from another realm. There may also have been a teleportation enchantment upon it.

"Like many mages, Barilzar desired power and eternal life. He may have turned himself into a lich just so he could live forever. I imagine if he is still around he's evil, and very powerful. Still, since you handled those profane liches, this should not be an insurmountable problem."

Says the mer who is not actually going down there himself. Still, he had a point; after Dagoth Ur and those Profane liches, what's another undead immortal?

"Almalexia would like to use the ring's power for the benefit of her people. I have no further information."

I nodded. This information, spotty as it was, would have to do.





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blockhead   Rashelle And The Mad God   Apr 9 2007, 11:47 PM
The Metal Mallet   A good start to this story blockhead. Right away ...   Apr 10 2007, 03:37 AM
minque   yesssssssss.....my preciousssssss....*clap* *clap*...   Apr 10 2007, 08:32 PM
jack cloudy   Hmm, you're sure going fast here. Rashelle...   Apr 10 2007, 09:39 PM
blockhead   Hmm, you're sure going fast here. Rashelle...   Apr 11 2007, 12:50 AM
Zelda_Zealot   Wow, quite a long post there huh? Very nice though...   Apr 11 2007, 12:12 AM
blockhead   So I had some trouble writing this ... essentiall...   Apr 11 2007, 02:32 AM
The Metal Mallet   Who wouldn't be tired after all that slaughter...   Apr 11 2007, 04:14 AM
blockhead   Chapter 2. Goblins I awoke. The first order of...   Apr 18 2007, 11:34 PM
The Metal Mallet   Whew, that was a lot to read! It was still wr...   Apr 19 2007, 02:12 AM
jack cloudy   Long, and absolutely worth it! Good job. :good...   Apr 19 2007, 09:25 PM
Zelda_Zealot   Phew, quite a nice novel you got going there. ;) A...   Apr 25 2007, 07:22 AM
blockhead   Phew, quite a nice novel you got going there. ;) ...   Apr 25 2007, 11:15 PM
jack cloudy   Sweet. Rashelle is quite fast, don't you think...   Apr 25 2007, 02:34 PM
blockhead   Sweet. Rashelle is quite fast, don't you thin...   Apr 25 2007, 11:24 PM
blockhead   Shorter chapter today (Hey zelda_zealot :) ) -...   Apr 26 2007, 11:24 PM
Zelda_Zealot   Good idea with Fargoth there! :D Easily the be...   Apr 27 2007, 08:48 PM
minque   yay...I like it Blockie!....jeez. I sit here o...   Apr 27 2007, 09:00 PM
blockhead   yay...I like it Blockie!....jeez. I sit here ...   Apr 28 2007, 01:04 AM
jack cloudy   I laughed my head off when I read the conversation...   Apr 27 2007, 09:59 PM
blockhead   Thank you all for the kind words. Minque, I hope ...   Apr 28 2007, 12:53 AM
blockhead   I cant believe I wrote this in such a short time...   Apr 28 2007, 11:41 PM
jack cloudy   Hmm, you got me interested in those assassins now....   Apr 29 2007, 12:18 PM
blockhead   Hmm, you got me interested in those assassins now...   Apr 29 2007, 04:05 PM
Zelda_Zealot   Very nice addition, even if you misspelled Almalex...   Apr 30 2007, 04:34 AM
blockhead   Very nice addition, even if you misspelled Almale...   Apr 30 2007, 12:11 PM
minque   Ahhh! i like the way you depict Helseth! Y...   May 1 2007, 02:47 PM
blockhead   Ahhh! i like the way you depict Helseth! ...   May 2 2007, 01:22 AM
blockhead   Chapter 6. Attack After breakfasting with Bare...   May 2 2007, 11:49 PM
The Metal Mallet   Just caught up. I had a lot a material to go thro...   May 4 2007, 01:27 AM
blockhead   Just caught up. I had a lot a material to go thr...   May 5 2007, 03:24 AM
blockhead   Chapter 7. Ashes I returned to the Plaza. Thing...   May 5 2007, 03:39 AM
The Metal Mallet   Another involved update; lots of stuff happening. ...   May 5 2007, 05:22 PM
jack cloudy   Bloody great stuff. (Without the blood, that is.) ...   May 5 2007, 07:39 PM
blockhead   I wonder if Rashelle is beginning to start doubti...   May 5 2007, 11:43 PM
blockhead   Chapter 8. The End Of Valor I continued to marv...   May 5 2007, 11:54 PM
mplantinga   Ah, at last she understands Almalexia. I truly wis...   May 6 2007, 06:29 PM
The Metal Mallet   My sentiments too. Great work blockhead!   May 6 2007, 10:10 PM
minque   Blockie!!! I'm away for a couple o...   May 6 2007, 10:57 PM
blockhead   Blockie!!! I'm away for a couple ...   May 9 2007, 12:02 AM
jack cloudy   I like how you built up Sasal through the conversa...   May 7 2007, 09:02 PM
blockhead   Chapter 9. Pieces Of The Blade I did not want ...   May 9 2007, 12:15 AM
The Metal Mallet   Rashelle's frustration is purely evident now. ...   May 9 2007, 01:56 AM
blockhead   Rashelle's frustration is purely evident now....   May 9 2007, 02:23 AM
jack cloudy   Hmm, a Dwemer might know. What with steam engines ...   May 9 2007, 08:29 PM
The Metal Mallet   Yea, I understand your reasoning behind excluding ...   May 9 2007, 10:49 PM
blockhead   Chapter 10. Fire "Perhaps you should ask a...   May 9 2007, 11:57 PM
The Metal Mallet   Oh, my own foreknowledge makes this update so inte...   May 10 2007, 03:27 AM
jack cloudy   Plans against plans. Ah, I love such conflicting g...   May 10 2007, 08:52 PM
minque   Ahaha.....so thatīs it? just put some weird chemic...   May 10 2007, 09:17 PM
blockhead   Chapter 11. The Mad God "Now you must go t...   May 11 2007, 12:03 AM
The Metal Mallet   What a wonderful climax! It's very realis...   May 11 2007, 12:59 AM
jack cloudy   In one word, Fantastic! I especially loved the...   May 11 2007, 09:41 PM
minque   Iīm speechless! What a showdown....purely amaz...   May 12 2007, 11:08 AM
blockhead   Chapter 12. Forgiven "Very interesting,...   May 12 2007, 03:34 PM
The Metal Mallet   Ah, that was certainly a charming ending. It...   May 12 2007, 03:45 PM
blockhead   Thank you all for the kind words. :D jack cloudy...   May 12 2007, 05:25 PM
The Metal Mallet   Well if you like writing the dialogue all the time...   May 12 2007, 06:34 PM
jack cloudy   I guess I'm like Mallet there. My stories are ...   May 12 2007, 08:58 PM
minque   Blockie my dear...you have a wonderful charachter....   May 12 2007, 11:23 PM


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