The Ghostfence rp: Playground 2 Options

[canis216]

Dranas Heleran

The clannfear's claws raked through the air, seeking flesh--but were met with a poisoned steel blade instead.

"RRRAAARRRRGGGHHH!"

The daedra staggered back with a pained growl, only to be pursued--a gashed arm here, a slash across the chest there--until it fell to the floor, banished to Oblivion.

Dranas' ancestor ghost was clawing at yet another scamp--was until the ghost dissipated and was replaced by a neck-severing shaft of steel. Dranas was feeling the blood lust rise within--echo of those chaotic pirate days--and he forgot all thoughts of shelter. He paused only to pour more poison over his blade, then rushed into the melee.

[Dantrag]

Dranas Heleran

The clannfear's claws raked through the air, seeking flesh--but were met with a poisoned steel blade instead.

"RRRAAARRRRGGGHHH!"

The daedra staggered back with a pained growl, only to be pursued--a gashed arm here, a slash across the chest there--until it fell to the floor, banished to Oblivion.

Dranas' ancestor ghost was clawing at yet another scamp--was until the ghost dissipated and was replaced by a neck-severing shaft of steel. Dranas was feeling the blood lust rise within--echo of those chaotic pirate days--and he forgot all thoughts of shelter. He paused only to pour more poison over his blade, then rushed into the melee.

Dralas

Dralas watched the merchant abandon cover and rush in. He helpedd the mer where he could, putting a few well-placed arrows into a number of clannfear.

Rianne was beside him still, casting spells. She was helping the priest, he knew, but on the other hand there was a couple of nasty-looking hungers getting close to them. And a dremora made himself known. the leader of these daedra perhaps?

He dropped his bow in favor of his sword then, to deal with the hungers. One ran for him, the other went straight for Rianne...

[jack cloudy]

Haz OOC: Eno is probably somewhere outside by now or at least a good way up the stairs. I'll deal with him when it's appropriate again

Haz pondered the question he'd been asked. While he didn't have a knife, he was quite certain he could just bite through those straps with some effort. That however, would be unreasonably foolish.
"All I have right now is the sword. But that is far too unwieldy for such a job." He replied as he carefully pulled the weapon from his belt. He looked at the blade for a moment, knowing fully well that the priest would not appreciate it if he wasted time.

The sword was of decent quality, but the quality of the steel was probably a bit low, if his resources had been accurate. With a mental shrug, he put it over his knee and managed to break it, leaving only a solid hand of steel protruding from the hilt. It had been poor steel indeed.
"Here, it should be usable now." He grunted as he handed over the sword.

While watching Rothan's work, he attempted to stretch out his sleeves to cover the bracers as much as possible. It didn't really work.
"I should have ignored him and ran off with a carpet or something."

[Colonel Mustard]

Khallet

Khallet stormed through the melee, sabre raised above his head and roaring in rage. He covered the ground between him and ordinator in moments, and swiped down. The mer's shield sprang up and clanged against Khallet's sabre, rocking back against the impact but holding his ground. Khallet's own weapon bounced off the golden coloured metal, and he bought it to bear just in time to stop the ordinator's own swiping mace.

The daedric metal bit down on the steel of the ordinator's mace handle, holding it in place for a moment, and Khallet loosed one hand from his sword's handle to swing a vicious punch into the ordinator's face place.

The mer reeled back, blood streaming from the crumpled holes that were the mask's nostrils, and stumbled over the clannfear he had dispatched but moment ago. Khallet slammed an armoured, spiked elbow through the mer's chestplate, sending him falling to the ground.

Khallet raised his sword in order to swipe down on the ordinator's neck, but the mer had other ideas and swung his mace from his prone position on the floor. Khallet leapt back to avoid his ankles being shattered and the ordinator used his momentum to roll away and pull himself to his feet.

The only problem was that Khallet's sword was still in reach.

Before the ordinator could bring his mace or shield up to defend himself, Khallet's sabre swooped in and took the mer's head off clean at the neck. For a moment the ordinator stood there like a grisly statue, blood spurting from the stump of its neck, before it crumpled to the ground.

Khallet wiped his blade clean on the purple cloth that poked through gaps in the ordinator's armour, and readied his weapon for the next challenger.

[Olen]

Rothan

Rothan was surprised by the pilgrim breaking the sword in half but was more than glad to take the shortened piece. He was half aware of the pilgrim trying to pull his ruined sleeves down but ignored him as he slipped the broken sword under the straps of the guards cuirass and slit them. He lifted the breastplate off and tutted at the mess underneath. Rothan knew enough about healing but the cuts to the guard's side were deep and needed a skilled healer. The best he could do was to stop his patient bleeding out before someone could have a proper look.

He tore a length from the guards shirt and gingerly pulled the wound open. The guard moaned and struggled a bit, Rothan ignored him and lifted the skin apart. It was as bad as he'd feared, the hunger's foul claws had taken filth into the wound, he balled the cloth and looked to the pilgrim, "Hold him, he won't like this." Then h scrubbed into the wound with the cloth to remove as much of the dirt as he could and to refresh the stale blood with fresh. It bled anew but after a couple of moment he drew a sticky strand of the resin from its paper packet and pushed it into the wound and pulled the skin together. Once he'd worked his way all along the bleeding was much lighter.

To finish he put his hands over the wounded side of the torso and drew on some magic. As he built the spell in his head he lost it and it dissipated. He breathed but keeping calm with a battle so close was impossible. He offered a quick prayer to Sotha Sil and tried again. The spell was weak but at least there was some healing.

Rothan sighed a heavy breath and sat back, "He needs a better healer, but he won't die soon. Think we should take him outside." He tried to look the pilgrim in the face as he spoke but couldn't keep his eyes on the dark cloth which hid it, they kept slipping down to the bracer. That is a slave bracer, how did a slave end up on this?

[jack cloudy]

Haz

Haz nodded.
"That would be for the best. We can't guarantee his safety while here. Those things are too close." He hissed, pointing at the fight he'd been watching. He took hold of the guard and lifted him onto his shoulder.
"Let's get out of here before we join him on the floor."

[Olen]

Rothan

The pilgrim, or whatever he was, was stronger than Rothan had expected and simply hauled the guard onto his shoulder so Rothan lead clearing a way through the detritus left in the wake of the evacuation. Behind them a fireball seared the ceiling. He did what he could to help on the stairs but suspected he was as much in the way as he was useful. Outside the pilgrim propped the guard on the ground a short way from the entrance and Rothan took another look at the wound.

It was stable and fiddling with it now would do as much harm as good so he stood and held out a hand to the pilgrim, "Thanks, I'm Rothan Sarayn, priest. What's your name?"

[minque]

Rianne

She was so absorbed by the effects of her spellcasting so she didn't see the hunger coming for her until its sharp teeth dug deep into her side.

The shock and loosing of a lot of blood made her sink to the ground.

Death is not a big deal really! Easy I'd say

The magnificent gallery of teeth was the last thing she saw, before everything turned black

"Dralas?" she whispered with her dying breath

[jack cloudy]

OOC: Err, there aren't any healers nearby for as far as I know. Even if she survives, she might be feeling the after effects for the rest of the rp.

Haz

Haz cursed himself for getting involved. This was the last thing he wanted. First would be his name, then all the other questions would follow.
"Haz Andrethi, from the mainland." He replied and, after some hesitation, shook the priests hand.
"He's seen too much already. I should really kill him now and blame one of those monsters." He thought to himself, already knowing that he wasn't going to.
"Pah, I can't kill him, not now. Doing so, would mean I rewarded his bravery with nothing but spite. I'll have to find the lies to please him. But if he gets too close later...I'll have to kill him after all."

Eno Arval

Eno was sitting outside, his back pressed against a broken off pillar. When he saw the priest and the pilgrim emerge from the shrine, carrying what looked to be a corpse, he shivered.
"OH, ALMSIVI. Please, protect us." He whispered.

[Olen]

OOC: Haz could always knock a rock over Rothan's head if he doesn't want to answer (or if he says too much and needs some convenient amnesia). Needn't kill him, just put him down for a bit.

Rothan

Rothan looked at Haz for a moment wandering what the best way to bring up the subject was. It was a bit awkward but he needed to know so he decided to be blunt.

"That's an unusual bracer you have there, unusual to see on a dunmer anyway, and I'd think unseen on a pilgrim..." he paused, the pilgrim had just helped with the guard. What was the right thing to do? "You've been helpful though, I'll bear that in mind." He tried a smile.

This post has been edited by Olen: Sep 23 2009, 11:23 AM

[jack cloudy]

OOC: I don't think we should trust Haz's ability to strike just hard enough to cause amnesia, yet soft enough to not crack open Rothan's skull and spill his brains all over the place.

Haz

Haz's worst predictions seemed to have come true. The only question that could have been worse would have been. "Why is an Argonian pretending to be a Dunmer?"
Several possible lies fled through his mind, but in the end he settled on pretending to be from some backwater half-forgotten village somewhere. Which wasn't all that far from the truth.
"These bracers are part of a local tradition. It is customary for pilgrims to surrender all they own but the chains of their faith during their pilgrimage. As a symbol of this, we wear the bracers of a slave." He said slowly.
"A local variant on the Dark Elf religion that's slightly different from the island variety? I'll stick with that, I guess."

"And it doesn't surprise me much that you have never seen one of us before. We are just a small village, bothered by aggressive foreigners. It took gifts from everyone and many years of saving just to pay for my journey. The Pilgrim may surrender his own possessions before embarking, but he can't row across the sea by himself. And traveling by boat these days does not come cheap."
That hadn't been a lie. It had taken plenty of bribes in the right places, and some threatening with poison and daggers, before his journey to Vvardenfell by means of smugglers had been arranged.

[Olen]

Rothan

Rothan had heard some stories of the insane heresies on the mainland but hadn't given them any credit but this one was one of the oddest. Who would pose as a slave for a pilgrimage? It was certainly irregular. It also explained the oddities.

"Oh," he said, full of concern, "I'd heard that there is confusion on the mainland. I suppose you can't help being brought up in heresy but please, accept my offer to show you the true path of devotion. You've shown that you're heart is good, but such beliefs are misguided. When we reach the dig you should join me in prayer and offer the correct devotion."

For all he deplored the heresy Rothan felt a little hypocritical saying it. The book he had gave him thoughts he knew were blasphemous.

[jack cloudy]

Haz

Haz nodded absentmindedly.
"That would be helpful, yes. No doubt a priest from the island follows a more...purer form than a priest at the swamp's borders." He said.
"I really can't afford the risk. But that's alright. When we arrive, I'll be able to hide among the slaves."

[Dantrag]

Dralas

Dralas had a hard time with his opponent. The hunger's long claws kept Dralas' sword at bay, and kept his feet moving. A claw raked across his cheek, and another his chest. He saw Rianne go down out of the corner of his eye. Dralas swung recklessly; he was getting impatient. The hunger impaled Dralas' arm with one of those razor-sharp fingernails, but at the expense of getting stuck.

The ashlander's chitin blade went clean through the hunger's wrist, and Dralas cringed as he pulled out the claw. The hunger had no hand, but it wasn't finished yet. It charged him once more, trying to tackle him. Dralas held his sword pointing forward, and the daedra impaled itself as it fell over top of the dunmer.

He kicked the thing off himself and got to his feet quickly. Finally able to come to Rianne's aid, he realized he may have been too late. Another hunger was on top of her unconscious form, its vicious teeth aimed at her throat.

OOC: I'll finish this later. kinda tired.

[Olen]

Rothan

The guard was breathing steadily and seemed more asleep than comatose so Rothan stood and turned to Haz, "He's not going to die very soon and there's no more I can do with him. We should go back and see if anyone else has been injured."

He turned to the entrance and noticed Eno cowering against a pillar, "Can you watch this guard?" shouted Rothan, "We're going in to see if anyone else needs aid." He steeled himself as he made towards the door of the ruin again without checking to see if the pilgrim followed.

[jack cloudy]

Haz

Haz shrugged but didn't move from where he stood. For all he cared, he had done his part and going back in would just be foolish.
"Umm, shouldn't you...help him?" Eno stammered nervously. He too, hadn't moved. Haz growled angrily and shook his head.
"Speak for yourself!" He snapped back, only to reprimand himself right away.
"I can't let my anger get the best of me. Besides, if that priest finds out he's down there alone, he'll blame me. I just can't win these days, it seems." He thought.

"You heard the priest. Guard the soldier. If I come back and see that you're still cowering behind the rocks wetting yourself, I'll make you wish you had let yourself be eaten by one of those things instead of fleeing. So do as you're told. Because I do not bluff, coward!" The Argonian added and ran back for the entrance of the shrine, hoping to catch up with Rothan before he found out that his 'companion' had hesitated.

Descending the stairs as fast as he dared in the gloom, he noticed with worry that the sounds of battle were still loud enough to drown out his footsteps.
"I wish I hadn't broken the sword. But how was I to know that after fleeing, we would be leaping right back in like a brainless monkey?"

As he reached the end of the stairs, so did he reach Rothan.
"Alright, we're here. See anyone we can help? Maybe we should split up." Haz said as he let his eyes wander. Both the number of Daedra and Dunmer had fallen considerably. In a corner to the left of him, amidst a pile of rubble that might have been a closet, an Armiger sat on the floor, one arm bent at an unnatural angle, the other casting magic to support his comrades who were still fighting. To the right of him, A Dark Elf was struggling with a Hunger, very close to another bleeding body. Haz's eyes widened and he pointed.
"Hey, weren't they with us when we got attacked by..." His tongue struggled with the unfamiliar word "Ashlanders?"

Eno Arval

Eno shook his head. Part of him was still trying to break free from the panic, the other part simply couldn't belief that a pilgrim of all people had just threatened him.
"By ALMSIVI, why did I ever leave my home? To look for adventure? Hah, more like terror!" He muttered, but sat down next to the still unconscious guard.



OOC: Ok, we're in. Now let's hope Dantrag comes on and resolves the situation so we can work with it. Anyway, I'd say we go with Dralas fighting the Hunger for now.

[Olen]

Rothan

The shrine was in chaos, there were considerably more corpses, both dunmer and daedric, than there had been but fighting still raged. Rothan sought about for where help was most needed, and most easily delivered. Then Haz pointed out the two ashlanders who had been with them when they were attacked. One fought a hunger, trying desperately to hold it off the woman who lay on the floor bleeding. Rothan thought about helping the man against the daedra but he didn't trust his skill and the woman needed urgent help.

"She needs us," he sad to Haz, "Quickly." He started towards Rianne.

[jack cloudy]

Haz

Haz nodded, but bent down to pick up a stool before following. While even more awkward to wield than the sword had been, the weight in his hands was reassuring. They quickly made their way towards the two Ashlanders, relatively unhindered by the battle. It was almost a miracle, but the Armigers had so far managed to hold the line with only a few minor breakthroughs, somehow.

Nearing Rianne, Haz's eyes began to skip back and forth between the woman and Dralas. Maybe it would be better for him to strike down the Hunger from behind first. Dralas seemed to be holding his own so far, but the Argonian was not yet sure of the man's skills in battle. Fighting kin from afar was one thing, fighting a vicious monster hand-to-claw was another. If Haz helped out first, it would give them some measure of safety while the priest attempted his healing skills on Rianne.

On the other hand, with the two moving back and forth, he didn't dare risk an attack. He might hit the Ashlander instead of the Hunger, which would surely spell the man's doom. It wasn't that Haz cared, but even now he could not forget his place. Witnesses would not look kindly upon his mistake.


OOC: Yeah, first pots and now a stool. Instead of mentioning poisons (not that he knows Vvardenfell flavours), I should have given him improvised weaponry instead. I mean, that's pretty much what he's doing here. And uh, depending on whether or not Dantrag gets on quick to resolve the fight with the Hunger, I'll either have Haz get dragged along by Rothan into helping Rianne, or bash in the Hunger's skull.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Oct 15 2009, 10:41 PM

[Dantrag]

Dralas

The hunger had done something to Rianne, Dralas just couldn't figure out what. All he knew was that the blood and Rianne's lack of movement made it look bad. With a swift prayer to his grandfather, who was known for his luck, Dralas dropped his sword and charged the thing head on.

The tackle was successful and the hunger was now pinned on the floor away from Rianne's limp form. Dralas saw out of the corner of his eye what he hoped was help coming his way; the two priests. The hunger was struggling, and Dralas was struggling himself to keep from being mauled. Dralas was trying to reach the dagger in his boot, but it was easier said than done with a writhing monster underneath him.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Oct 17 2009, 09:15 PM

[minque]

Rianne

Oh the light! I want to go there..how beautiful...

Something prevented her from heading towards the bright light in the end of the tunnel...something strong, an ancient soul, or was it just a dream? She had to go back...

Wih a gasp Rianne opened her eyes to the real wold. The intense pain in her left side told her that she was alive so far...

In her dim consciousness she noticed the priest, Rothan was it? and another man doing something to her...something that hurt! But then...she felt the ancient spirit...fill her soul.

"Dralas?" she wispered, knowing he was present.

He must have an open mind so the spirit can dwell in it..

"My bag!...green leaves...heart-shaped...make a paste from them...stop bleeding...hurry!"

She struggled very hard not to faint, she needed to stay awake she needed soo much to stay awake