To heir is human. Playground 2, The next part. Options

[Tellie]

The first one.

Ok, so this is the next one...please just continue posting

[DarkHunter]

Arygon turned to Flint "Sure why not? Oh, by the way drink this it, should, take care of your cold. I pinched it from Telina's bag, along with this one" Arygon tossed the Cure diease potion to Flint. "I'm going to find them you can follow if you want." Arygon told Flint. He walked onto the road, they were invisible but that didn't stop them from leaving footprints, he ran down the path after them, knowing he'd move faster than they could.

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: Apr 25 2006, 11:51 AM

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, crossroads

Flint sat back down against the tree while Arygon ran off and enjoyed the alcohol. The cure common disease potion was safely tucked in a small bag. It would bring in some good old money. He'd already used a spell to cure his cold, so he should be fine.

,,Meh, protecting people was never my thing anyway." He muttered between two mouthfulls of the delicious liquid. Then it dawned on him. He had promised himself he would help. And there was this promise a couple of years ago that he would never break a promise. This also incidently led to the event that caused his father to lose his hands, eyes and tongue.

,,Great, if I can kick my own father cause of a stupid promise, I can protect people. Now where did they go? Nah, I'll just head to the palace again and have another round with those Nords. Who knows, I might follow those assassins and stop them from doing their thing." Flint thought to himself and got up. He then cast his jumping spell and made his way back to Agnar's castle with a few giant leaps.

,,A small step for the Breton, a giant leap with the help of Magicka." He muttered to himself while somewhere between the low clouds.

[ShogunSniper]

It was a days ride north of Bruma.

Sadril Darothril, a shady character was standing in his room in the upstairs of a tavern in Falcreath. He stared out his window as the sun rose to midday, and he began to get drowzy. He removed his dark, worn Shrouded Armor and placed his semi-famous Katana on the floor next to his bed.

The sword had been his only true companion, the only thing he could rely on in this world to always be there, always work properly. His old friends had all died of old age some time ago, yet his own face and skin remained as smooth and clear ashen colored as any young Dunmer's.

He layed in his bed, covered up to protect himself from the severe Nordic cold and the vengeful sunlight shining through the window. But he did not sleep. His eyes, glazed over and misty, were almost completely void of the signature blaring red Dunmeri pupils; perhaps a lght shade of pink if the light was right. They stared into space, unwavering.

The shadows spoke to him. One of the few things of this world that do not lie are shadows. They define what is dark and what is light as clearly as good and bad,night and day, dead and alive.

Or do they?

As of late the shadows tell of dark things. Murders avenged with execution. Execution avenged with assassination. Hatred replaced by more hatred, and where would it end? Who would stop it? But, most importantly, what would come of it? These questions Sadril could not concentrate on, for his moment of rest was interrupted by a knocking on his room door.

Sadril sat up with an unamused look across his face. The knocking came again, "Sir? Sir?! Are you in there?" A female Nordic voice called through the door.

Sadril got up slowly and opened the door. Realising the stunning beauty of the fiery haired woman knocking at his door, he quickly changed his expression to that of a pleasant one, "Can I help you mada--" he said in a still dreary voice, interrupted by the sight of fine cuisine on a steaming plate.

"Your lunch, Sir," she said with a cheerful smile.

"Thank you so much," he returned politely, "But I am not hungry right now so if you could you send my thanks to the chef."

"But--" Too late, Sadril closed the door on her rather quickly.

"They need to stop sending amateurs, trying to poison me..." (?!) he muttered drearily while climbing back into bed, this time facing away from the door. Several minutes passed and Sadril began to drift into sleep when his keen senses picked up something again.

The door has opened... Someone has entered my room.... No armor.... (If you were observant, you'd notice his Katana was no longer laying on the ground.) Sadril waited until the figure was close enough when he flung the blankets up into the air as a distraction, and rammed his crimson blade, concealed under his covers, through the gut of the intruder before the sheets returned to the ground.

A fiery haired Nord woman dropped a pile of blankets and stood there teary-eyed, before collapsing.

"compassion!" Was all Sadril said when he realised what he had done. Quickly he gathered his belongings, wrapped his black robe and hood around him tightly, cast an invisibility spell and went to find another inn to stay at. That'll cause a ruckus with the guards...

Enter Sadril

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: Apr 25 2006, 05:12 PM

[Kiln]

Rahvin, Outisde Agnar's Manor

You need this contract? You aren't the one threatened with life in a penal colony. he thought bitterly.  He was getting rather tired of Deagan's commentary, but he did have to work with him on this.

"I'm coming." he answered, stepping out into the snowy cold. "There aren't any tracks to follow." he lamented. There was so much snow falling that whatever tracks were there minutes ago had now disappeared.

"Which way?"

Deagan, Agnar Manor Grounds

Deagan looked around quickly trying to spot anything that might point them in the right direction, he took a knee and looked around him for anthing that stood out but there was nothing. All signs that anyone had passed through here were gone. He looked to Rahvin, unhappy to admit that he had no idea.

"I don't know which way to go...I can't see a thing." Deagan said as he shielded his eyes from the snow

It was colder than it had been earlier and a storm had begun to pick up outside, the snow was coming down hard and the tracks had long been covered by a thick layer of snow just as Rahvin had stated.

Deagan tried to look around but it was little use, he could barely see anything in this weather.

"We should find the road and keep close to it...the noble is not likely to wander far from it in this weather." Deagan yelled over the whistling of the wind around him

[DarkHunter]

Arygon continued tracking them trough the forest, but when the storm blew up he cropped into a tree to get some branches for shelter. He settled down knowing that if he couldn't go any further, they probably wouldn't either.

[minque]

Brianna, forrest

"Hey...the storm is coming closer..we´d better get some shelter......!"

Brianna looked back, noticing their footsteps were visible......that was not good. She walked back in their racks for a couple of yards, then going back, backwards, wiping out the footprints with a bunch of twigs..

"There", she muttered, "That´s gotta do the trick"

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, high up in the air.

Flint was in the middle of what he thought to be his final jump when the storm hit him. He was blown away like a leaf in the wind and missed his landing zone completly. Instead, he saw the walls of Agnar's palace coming out of the fog.
,,Oh crap!" Was all he could shout as he aimed for a window. He flew through, sending shards of glass all over the place. The wall on the other side of the room stopped him, but it was still painfull.

,,Ow, that hurt." He muttered as he looked around. He began to curse when he found out that he was in Lord Agnar's bedroom. And the lord didn't look happy.
It could be the cheap pillow Flint had shoved under his head earlier, or it could be the window. Or both. Whatever was the case, Flint was in trouble.

[DarkHunter]

Arygon, waking from his half-sleep, saw a small campfire trough the storm. Arygon decided it would be warmer than sitting around in the snow so he walked toward it, and was greeted by a familiar scene, one man was being held down by other while a third stood by and watched "Hello over there!" Arygon called out drawing his Dwemer sword...

OOC: good place for all you's out in the woods fighting with each other to join it

[Dantrag]

Deagan, Agnar Manor Grounds

Deagan looked around quickly trying to spot anything that might point them in the right direction, he took a knee and looked around him for anthing that stood out but there was nothing.  All signs that anyone had passed through here were gone.  He looked to Rahvin, unhappy to admit that he had no idea.

"I don't know which way to go...I can't see a thing." Deagan said as he shielded his eyes from the snow

It was colder than it had been earlier and a storm had begun to pick up outside, the snow was coming down hard and the tracks had long been covered by a thick layer of snow just as Rahvin had stated.

Deagan tried to look around but it was little use, he could barely see anything in this weather.

"We should find the road and keep close to it...the noble is not likely to wander far from it in this weather." Deagan yelled over the whistling of the wind around him

Rahvin

Rahvin nodded and they walked out of the Manor grounds and into the wilderness.

"You take this side of the path and I'll take that one." Rahvin said before disappearing into the forest.

[Channler]

Penne, camp

Penne awoke to a sun approaching some height in the sky. He figured it was tennish, considering where the sun was. Still, he didn't know where he was relative to Valenwood so it could be anywhere from 8 to twelve. Who knew what the sun did in the North?

Yawning, he sat up, ruffling snow from his body. That would have been a miserable, sleepless night if building the the camp didn't take him to the brink of passing out.

As he gethered himself up he checked the pulse of the Imperial. As his fingers reached down to the neck, he felt the neck muscles tense in reaction.

"You're awake," said the bosmer, looking down. "Can you stand? I'm afraid I have no food but if you're any good with that bow there is some strange sort of boar like beast due West of here strutting around."

Aaron Christophe
Penne's Camp

Aaron nearly jumped out of his skin when the Bosmer woke him from his slight slumber, however he doubted that he could move himself.

In a weak voice, and cautiously trying to stand himself up he replied back to the Bosmer, "Uh.. Th-ank you fo-r your help.. But.. I'm not too hun-gry.." That was a blatant lie. Aaron was close to starving, but even after his apparent rescue he couldn't quite bring himself to trust the mer.

[DoomedOne]

Penne
Camp

"Yeah, forget, just let me borrow your arrows because I'm starving, and my arrows are keeping us warm," said Penne. "Don't try to move too much, I'll be back with the hog, and perhaps we can crush the skull and use it to boil some water. I know of your illness, I spent two years studying herbs in Solstheim, you should be right to move in around four to eight hours (Penne still couldn't tell the time). Until then just lay down, I'll be back soon."

Penne reached under the imperial and helped himself to his quiver, taking his own bow and setting off west for about half a mile.

[Kiln]

Deagan, along the road

Deagan agreed and slowly made his way through the forest on his side of the path, the more intelligent thing to do would be to seek shelter but it seemed that neither he nor Rahvin were worried about that right now even with the storm raging around them.

Rahvin became out of sight after a few feet away, Deagan wasn't sure how he would find anything in this weather. The freezing snow continued to hit him in the face and he wished he had a hood to keep his head warm, that would be the first thing he did when this was over...buying something with a hood.

He continued along the path but saw nothing...but perhaps this was just Rahvin's way of leaving him for dead since they hadn't hit it off when they'd met...he wondered and paranoia set in.

That rat betrayed me...I'll bet he headed back to the manor to sit by the fire...he could be on the other side of the path but what if he left me to die in the snowstorm? I'll get him if he did...

Deagan shook off the brief moment of insanity before he continued to pick his feet up one at a time out of the deep snow and then step down into the cold earth again. His eyes darted back and forth, searching for any sign of life in the dense forest along the road.

This post has been edited by Kiln: Apr 26 2006, 03:23 AM

[CMX]

Forrest near skyrim

Juliano settled down as he saw the wood elf put away his sword. He panted for a second as he replyed" hello, my name is... juliano, are you a blade by chance?" he asked as he noticed his remarkable marksmanship as he saw the bandits laid to waist.

Juliano's eyes scaned the forrest for apollo as he removed his armor." Apollo! where are you?" he shouted infront of Galadile. Apollo came trotting towards him as he nudged Juliano with friendly intentions.

[Tellie]

Telina, with Jadier and Brianna.

Telina, was rummaging through her sack, when she notice that one of her potions was stolen..."Damned be that thief", she said...and then she continued to follow Jadier and Brianna, while thinking on Gorrmund

This post has been edited by Telendil Delvanni: Apr 27 2006, 07:57 AM

[DarkHunter]

Arygon, Penne's Camp

"Hello! Over there!" Arygon was getting impatient, he walked right into the middle of the camp, his sword hanging from his hand loosely. "How would you people like 1000 septims each? And maybe some food for your starving friend there?" Arygon smiled, this kind of people were always easy to hire or bribe.

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Galadile, Woods


"No i am not a blade, i am good because of rigourous training in my homeland and wandering cyrodiil." Galadile whistled. "There has been a higher concentration of bandits though and perhaps i will accompany to where you are going, at least for a little bit. Where are you going anyway?" he said looking at the young man

[Red]

Arygon, waking from his half-sleep, saw a small campfire trough the storm. Arygon decided it would be warmer than sitting around in the snow so he walked toward it, and was greeted by a familiar scene, one man was being held down by other while a third stood by and watched "Hello over there!" Arygon called out drawing his Dwemer sword...

OOC: good place for all you's out in the woods fighting with each other to join it

Gorrmund kept his foot on the "Lord" and whispered to his new companion. "Draw a weapon, this scoundral might have been tavelling with a pack" he said as he picked his claymore up again. "Were aren't friend nor foe sir, so speaking terms are as follows. Stop walking, keep your weapons pointed downwards and tell me your names, titles and why you're out here. No lieing either, we'll know" Gorrmund let his sword point down to the dirt, but twisted his hands to be ready to block a thrust, chop or swing.

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Agnar's bedroom.

,,Oh, hi old pal. Flying Breton delivery service. You asked for a cure common disease potion?" Flint said, thinking quickly.

This didn't seem to impress Agnar though, who pulled out a big Claymore from under his bed. A small dagger underneath a pillow wasn't enough for the lord.
,,Hey, I am sorry about the pillow and the window, I swear!" Flint shouted as he ducked the first blow.

,,Now stop it before I get mad!" Flint tried for the last time but still failed to calm Agnar. Finnally, the Breton decided he'd had enough and took out his Katana.
,,Time to send you flying."
With a quick swing of his sword, Flint threw all its Telekinetic charges at Agnar who stumbled backwards when the powerfull blasts hit him. One last step, and he fell backwards out of the window.

Flint looked down, but couldn't see the ground through the storm.
,,Oops. Now I do think there was a pile of hay down there. If not, that's gotta hurt. I'd better get out of here." Flint muttered before activating his invisibility spell and entering the winding corridors. He was feeling hungry, so maybe the kitched would be a nice place to hide.


(Now Agnar can be either dead or not. It all depends on whether it is decided that he landed in a pile of hay or not.)

[DarkHunter]

Arygon looked at the man pinned to the ground, "And what are you claiming to be, dear.... Sir." Arygon looked at the man, holding the other down, he appeared to be a warrior, prehaps good prehaps not, either way. "Will you hep me track down a... murderer pretending to be a Lord?" Arygon, unable to let the other man know something was wrong, laughed silently in his mind.

OOC: I just noticed you OOC Minque that says it was cheap to ingore the paralyze... its not, my current record for spell blocking (with no magical help) is 7 in a row from a Acended Sleeper... so unless that spell was Uber Deluxe i believe my luck is good enough to turn it aside (good ol' Breton resistance )

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: Apr 26 2006, 08:28 PM