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A Mystery Unleashed - Playground 2 |
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Dantrag |
May 29 2005, 12:00 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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Sel wasn't drunk and caught the bottle fine. (OOC: not injuring me  )
"Tastes like home." Sel muttered. Sel looked at himself for a second before saying, "I'm going upstairs to see if I can get some clothes. These are stained red forever, I fear." He pointedly grabbed the bottle of matze before going up the stairs.
He found mostly rich clothes - not his thing. Sel didn't like to spend an hour dressing himself every day. He continued down the hall to what he guessed would be servant's quarters. He found a pair of brown pants and a black shirt that fit, so he put them on and threw his other clothes out the window.
He walked back downstairs to sit with his newfound comrades.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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MerGirl |
May 29 2005, 12:01 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 11-May 05

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(OOC: Sorry it took too long!)
Celia woke up several moments later, weeping silently, unable to sleep anymore due to a nightmare.
She had dreamt of being with her family in their old, homely cottage. Celia was in the meadow, picking out some pretty, sweet-smelling flowers to give to her mother. She wanted to surprise her mother since it was her mom's birthday.
It was bright and sunny out, and Celia giggled as the flowers tickled her nose. She saw her mother drying out some clothes further down from where Celia was.
It was familiar scene... that is, until the sky suddenly turned dark and from a bright red, glowing portal, emerged the demons. Celia watched in shock as the demons rushed upon her mother, and before she knew it, her mother lay dead on the ground.
Celia screamed out and abruptly she had her trusty hammer in her hand, and was bashing the demons in a frenzy, her heart filled with rage and great sorrow.
Then, everything became dark, pitch black. Celia found herself facing an imposing dark figure, whose glowing aura brightened the darkness. It was a beautiful Dunmer woman, a goddess, who was topless and had delicate flowers woven into her hair. She had a kind expression, but Celia was not to be comforted.
The woman opened her mouth, and her voice was soft and melodous(sp?), but firm and commanding. "Little one, do not be afraid, for you have another chance to dispose of these demons who haunt you. You will become a vital part of a great battle against evil..."
Celia shook her head. "What can I do?"
The Dunmer woman smiled, as if Celia was a very small and young girl, who was ignorant. The woman whispered, "Your healing powers will be of more use than you think.... Now rest, for you will soon have very much to do..." She turned to leave, her aura darkening.
"Wait a moment!" Celia cried. "What is your name, goddess?"
"You may call me... Azura..."
And everything became blurry and then dark once again...
That's when Celia woke up, frightened and a bit depressed, as well as confused...
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Dantrag |
May 29 2005, 12:16 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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[quote=Konradude]Konrad wanders in, feeling lonely and out of his depth. "Uh, hullo everyone."[/quote]
OOC: I'm guessing you want in the RP...That's cool just post your character here (follow instructions)
http://forums.waiting4oblivion.com/viewtopic.php?t=288
and then continue!
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Channler |
May 29 2005, 12:56 AM
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Master

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

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Falx noticed a darkly clad Bosmer walk passed him as he was doing his duty to his body.
"Strange fellow" He muttered on the verge of a hangover, even without sleeping.
There were shouts in the distance. Then moans and several cries and plea's to various gods.
Falx finished his businuss and crept to a corner to peer on the happenings. Hundreds, if not thousands of people populated the Imperial Square.
"By the gods.." Falx said aloud. Someone heard him.
"Praise the Emperor! A Knight is here to save us!" The crowds started to rush around Falx, almost making it hard to breath. A man with many wrinkles and scares, signifying that he was of old age approached,
"Hail Sir Knight! I am Gustok Valdormave, elder of our little comune." He glared into Falx's red eyes, "What word of this event is there? The people must be informed!"
"Uhh.. Clearly there has been an attack by the Deadra, but please! I beg you, return to your homes and the matter will be resolved shortly!" Falx pleaded. The crowds responded by crushing him even further. There were numerous cries abroad.
Cry's of love,
"My child! Where is my child!?"
Cry's of pain,
"Ahhh, it was horrible, my house, my family, my life.. gone, all gone!"
Cry's of revolt,
"The emperor has abandoned us! Quickly! To arms, the town is ours!"
Cry's of passion,
"My love, hang in a little longer. I will find a healer, everything will be alright!"
Falx was powerless to help any of him. What was a soldier to do?
He thought as fast as was possible, "People of Cyrodil! Listen! The great capitol of our empire is in ruin! Many have fallen, and many more will fall if action is not taken. I beg you to listen! Gather your belongings, The city is no longer safe. We make for better lands in the morning!"
He was applauded with a mix of insults, boo's and curse's, but Falx new something had to be done.
Fighting through the crowds he made it to the gangs hide out. Falx continued to tell what had just happened, and realized that a stranger was in their midst...
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“I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.” -Anonymous 
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Hukai The Wandering |
May 29 2005, 01:13 AM
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Knower

Joined: 11-April 05
From: From: From: From:

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[quote]Inside a dark dark, the unnamed Khajiit appeared out of thin air, only to land on the cold, hard, stoney floor. A strong voice periced the darkness. "After all the power, that I gave you." The voice slightly rose in anger as it continued. "After all the training I put you through; You allow a mere handful of MORTAL TO DEFEAT YOU?!??!!?" The voice dropped back down as the Khajiit stammered in reply. "Master, I did nothing wrong. It was only a slight,"
"A slight misunderstanding and it won't happen again?"
The Khajiit nodded, his yellow eye wide and panic-stricken. "No master. It won't" The voice paused, as if considering him. "Fine, you are right, it will never-happen-again."
"Ma-ma-master?"
With the speed of thunder, the Khajiit vansihed, leaving only the smell of singed fur and his dark curasis behind.[/quote]
The rain that had been pounding the city came to a quick stop while the clouds shifted aside to let through the gods and goddesses of the night sky. (OOC:The stars) As he watched through his mirror, Arcyatk materialized a small glass of wine to his hand, sipping in peace. "What shall I do? These troublsome warriors and mages had tricked my servant into defeat." THe sorrcerer willed the mirror to show him his new enemies. Without fail, the mirror showed him every person there, including a new face.
"What to do...." He sat thoughtfully for a moment, swirling the wine around in thought. "I think maybe, that a little misplacement could turn them against each other..." Arcyatk's thin lips grew into a sly grin brimming with malice. He waved a hand over the mirror, sending some of his magic into the room in undetectable amounts. "Who to start on? Maybe... I will wait untill they are all asleep..." With that, he took another sip of his wine and waited.
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