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A War Of Houses - Playground 9, WoH RP Thread. |
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minque |
Oct 15 2005, 12:50 PM
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Wise Woman

Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!

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QUOTE(LoneWolf @ Oct 14 2005, 10:00 PM) Jonacin Zergonipal"I didn't knnow, actually, but that could well be the reason" Serene Zergonipal"Ah well, we´ll have to let him deal with that on his own I think....but maybe I should try to have a word with Kaushad......we can´t afford hidden anger and bad feelings amonst us, that´ll make us very vulnerable" Serene gave her husband a kiss and went to look for Kaushad.... Sedane ZergonipalThe Ahemmusa warriors were as focused as they could be.....now all thay wanted was to get their assignment.....they were waiting eagerly. Only Sedrane was not as usual, he couldn´t stop thinking about his conversation with Kaushad.....then he hoped that Serene would come back from Vivec..... Suddenly he heard a familiar voice......"Serene!?, could it be her" He rose to his feet and went towards the familiar voice "Serene? is that you? "
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aif�iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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Wolfie |
Oct 15 2005, 06:12 PM
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Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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Jonacin Zergonipal Jonacin walked over to Serene and Sedrane. "Are you ok Sedrane? You look ill at ease"
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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Wolfie |
Oct 15 2005, 06:32 PM
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Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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Jonacin Zergonipal "I'll speak with him, but i have no idea how he'll react to it. He seems to dislike me simply because i bring new ways to the Ashlanders. He seems to fear and despise change"
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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DoomedOne |
Oct 15 2005, 07:47 PM
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Master

Joined: 13-April 05
From: Cocytus

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Kaushad Zergonipal
Kaushad finally finished briefing, separating the new warriors into five different groups, two of which were to move to the Grazelands, and the other three groups were to draw Telvanni guards to the Grazelands. He was exhausted. Theyt seemed like they organized well but frankly he felt like in battle they simply wouldn't stand against the might of the telvanni forces if they met in open battle, and if they failled to escape a raid or were found unprepared in the Grazelands and forced to defend themselves... Kaushad shuddered at the thought.
They needed spirit, they needed to be more in touch with the ancient energy all Ashlanders had. They could fight, but it seems like so many Ashlanders these days, torn by wore and competition, suppressed the spark that made them all warriors at heart.
He would have to consel with Sinnomu. She knew much of the Ashlander's warrior spirit. She was still in Neran, and he wouldn't be able to see her for quite some time.
Kaushad grumbled as he wandered about the dreary halls of Zergonipal. The draft stopped, but it still felt old and enclosed. He walked alone now, torch in hand, exploring the halls.
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A man once asked the Buddha, "How does one escape the heat of the summer sun?"
And the Buddha replied, "Why not try crawling into the blazing furnace?"
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Channler |
Oct 16 2005, 12:35 AM
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Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina

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Falx Albarnias New Vivec Plaza
Darkness... it was everywhere. Where was he? The smell of a broken nose filled his brain and a few thoughts managed to reach there too, but they were unimportant to the bland pain he was feeling.
Light... then came rather suddenly, it was worse then the darkness, for it burned. Almost as if the judgment of heaven was upon him. Noise fluttered about, with random syllables trying to make since, as without consonants.
Slowly the light faded to more bearable levels, and the sound became more clear. For what he could tell he was lying in a courtyard of the sort, surrounded by three or four men. Tall were they, or at least they seemed that way. Almost cautiously his hands slipped from their cool grave that was his side.
By the touch he could tell that the floor, or the ground was also cold, almost hard even, with grooves of unsymmetrical lengths and patterns. It was made apparent that he was laying on a stone, or possibly many stones, and after a concentrated effort he slid his head partially right and noticed his predictions were true. But what he saw also horrified him.
To his right lay, what was immediately that to be a picture of himself from the outside, a corpse of a rather young soldier. After gawking at the body for nearly a minute he deduced that the soldier was of imperial origin, and that he wore the colours of the Legionnaires.
"Sir? Look! He's not dead! Get me a healer over here!"
One of the figures above him called out, the sound that escaped from the figures sent a reverberating rhythm through out his already resounding skull. Another figured then approached, but this one leaned over him, and slowly, almost in a gentle tone, spoke several incoherent words that sent a soothing aurora inside his aching body. Falx's body.
Images of bloody fighting filled the Legionnaires head, and then a slow realization that Falx had just participated in a battle filed in. That is before he fell unconscious again.
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Megil Tel-Zeke |
Oct 16 2005, 02:22 AM
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Joined: 25-June 05
From: Wilmington NC

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Megil-Ebonheart
lowered his sword as the enemy retreated, he looked around at the bloody battle field. He knew this was not the end, and that It was only a matter of time before they returned probably for Vivec itself. Covered in the dirt of battle Megil began to walk slowly and deliberatly to vivec, the moans of the dieing filed the air, he approached a group of ordinators,
"I want this mess cleaned up as fast as possible, as wel as the statistics," he said coldly. Who was this new enemy, and what were they after. whatver happpened Vivec had to be prepared for the next strike. After a quarter of an hour of walking Megil walked into his manor, the servants took of the armor and began to clean it. Megil changed into new clothes and took the blade down to the armory. He cleaned the blade and then placed it back in the ornate case, which he returned to the display case
"You are by far to unpredictable fo a weapon to use, ad so here you shall remain until dire times call again," he said. Megil then picked up his old blade and returned upstairs. were he disabled the huge magicka drain on the city, to then collapsed on the bed from fatigue
This post has been edited by Megil Tel-Zeke: Oct 16 2005, 06:37 PM
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"By keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust. But while you may not be hurt that way you musnt forget that you must endure the loneliness." Friendly Hostility Fanboi
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Channler |
Oct 16 2005, 02:38 AM
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Master

Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina

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Falx Albarnias New Legion HQ
"So.. how long was I out for?" Falx asked, staring blankly into the fire.
One of his newer aids chimed in, "For the greater part of an hour, sir."
"I just fell out then?" He asked, obvously puzzled, "Thats quite odd. And what of the battle? Did the legionnaires respond to Vivecs plea?"
"Well, Lt. Marcus told us we weren't to fight unless you, or Lord Megil gave the order, sir."
"Yes, thats what I told him" The words came out rather feebly, "I should like some time alone I think."
With that the servants and officer left the room, most were satisfyed that he'd recover well.
Raxle O'Conner New Vivec Plaza
"Damn orcs.. they hamster cave bled over my armor."
Raxle sat on a bench, one of the few that weren't broke, and started to clean off his armor. He said in a meloncholly tone, "Hmm, death seems to follow me" Raxle looked over to the man that had just taken a seat beside him, "So, does this happen every hamster cave day, or does the prick in charge of this place just let it happen randomly?"
Raxle's eyes widened for a second, at first he didn't recognize what the dunmer was, but then it hit him.. After he saw the armour.
"So.. I suppose they pay you pretty well aye?" he said nervously, trying to divert the topic.
(Megil you can be the ordinator if you please)
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“I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.” -Anonymous 
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