The War of Necromancy, The Roleplaying Thread Options

[Ahrenil]

((Bah, sorry for being so late with this reply, uni works really caught up with me this month and likely will next month, so I may be a bit infrequent.))

Gillyed checked over the map, he'd heard of Ayleid wells, ways to restore the magicka of the user, but had never encountered one up close. He just hoped there was suitable shelter nearby to hide the wagon and their belongings.

"Remember to signal to us that it is indeed you when you return, if you're still wearing the uniforms we might mistake you." Gillyed warned as he began to pick up what he could carry. "We'll hide the wagon just off the road and take up positions around the well itself, if you are chased we'll use it to help escape. But if we can lets avoid more trouble. Good luck, may you speak free always"

Gillyed turned to the rest of the group, being given the map had given him a sense of importance, though he knew it was just because he was closest.

"Lets gather what we can and head out, the guards will be less suspicious when we move away and the rest will have a better chance."

[ureniashtram]

Undorsil


Who goes by the name of Ar'Kay is a false idol for those who wish for false hope. Surrender yourself in the pleasures of flower-rot and the corpselight, and begin your path to Trandescence.

Burned like the Ur of the Mountain, inside each of us is the potential to be bathed in His glorious Flame. Steal the knowledge of the Fruit and steel yourself, Worm-Friend, for the hour when He descends is nigh
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Death comes after Life. And Life comes before Death. Between the two Cycles, the undisturbed Pariah is sleeping with the Secrets of Knowledge, and to wake him demands the weak-willed be layed before him in chains and in stones. The blood of a Hypocrite must be spilled on his Altar in the Church of Mourning, and the Black Candles of Lamentations must be lit with the souls of the Everchanging Dregs of Oblivion. Master this and you shall seat in unrivaled Authority beside the Godking of Worms in His Paradise of Naught.

Starlight is the most precious and secretive ways of the Black Arts. Only those who serve Him are given the wisdom to manipulate the Divine Illumination to create the Stones of Sustenance. And so it is written that when the Trap is set into place, the Hunter must become the Hunted and the Living be made into the Restless Sleepers.

Deny the false and dominate the weak, Worm-Brother. For there is nothing in this world which can stop The March. Freedom from the shackles of Life is the song It sings, and Eternal Slavery from the False is It's dread warning.



Curses, evil, sorrow, wrongness... This grimoire said to be written by the High Priest of Maggots himself radiated a negative energy to those who are within a certain radius. Weakened and the heed of sleep they shall experience, and verily so. For this is the Book of Amurel, a grimoire to make one an Etherial One, a being of power overwhelming. Undorsil had been searching for this when Mannimarco joined the King of Worms, and thus the dark satisfaction he felt was beyond normal comprehension.

He had been studying It for days on end, never sleeping and never resting. His undivided attention, a rare occurence verily, was on this Relic the High Priest left for the Faithful.

Yes.. The power that emanates from This is great indeed! Satisfying shall be the reward I will have and all will bow before me! Even that fool, Gulas!

Such thoughts of hatred and usurping gave the Altmer an invigorating energy to continue on and continue his black studies he did. For hours he toiled and wrestled against exhaustion and many times did he alsmot falter, but the iron will of someone killing the land, poisoning it and vending itself to his will, rose victorious.

"The soul of a dreg of Oblivion and the blood of a Hypocrite," he murmured to himself. "A soul of a daedra and a blood of worshipper then."

He Recalled and was at the courtyard of Castle Bruma in seconds. Where he inducted his secret ritual, all did not know save for himself and he preferred to keep it that way. Undorsil walked the ruined streets of Bruma, ignoring the aspirants gaping and glaring at him.
Such insects would have to crushed for their insolence, he thought, later. For now, he had a meeting with the scouts he sent to supervise and observe the last bastion in Cyrodiil.

It didn't take long, for the ruined church of Talos was ripe with incesstant screaming. When he entered, all fell silent when they saw his terrible countenance.

"News," his voice was gravelly and deep like that of a high king, but the hurried whisperings and echoes of voices that followed his voice was something to be awed indeed. For the whispers and echoes was the voices of those Undorsil consumed.

A scout raised his hand, Undorsil gestured him to continue with a curled lip and disgusted eyes.

"A s-scouting party, Casofa's group, was found d-dead, milord. Most of them. No one knows who did it, but they were b-brutally ef-f-ffective. One survived but he died days ago. He s-said that a golden faced mon-monster they were following spotted them and promptly ... slaughtered them."

Undorsil was unconcerned.

"Next," he said.

"Milord, we just got word from the Vampire that he captured a Bosmer. He is waiting for orders on what do with the elf." The second scout/messenger gulped and waited for Undorsil to reply.

"I do not care. And I shall warn you that I wish for sensible reports next time, lest you want your head on top of a pike, your flesh being sport for the dirty slaves. Is that clear?"

All fell silent once again and all nodded their heads, for when anger claims Undosril none can restrain him. Even the land itself. He snarled and awaited the next report.

"Milord Undorsil the Terrible," a scout said and promptly kneeled before him. "We have spotted a squad of ... warriors leaving the Imperial City. One of them matches the desciption of 'golden-faced monstrosity'. The others are a Dunmer and Argonian. They are headed towards Fort Nikel, where the Vampire dwelt.. We eagerly await your wise words, milord."

Undorsil thought about it. It didn't take long for him to decide his mind.

"I do not care."

[jack cloudy]

OOC: I'm just going to assume that you Aren and Aerona follow him underwater. Saves me having to stop and wait for everyone to respond. I hope nobody minds.

Swift-like-Fish nodded.
"Very well. This one will not wear the black garb though. Clothes when wet have always been more of a hinder than this one can handle. This one will just hide behind your backs once inside. Now please follow. This one shall lead you to the fort."

The argonian paddled in place till the two Dunmer had joined him in the water before diving straight towards the entrance, making sure to maintain a pace his allies could follow. Passed the weeds they went and into the tunnel where the Fisherman slowed down further and instead of swimming, pulled himself along through protruding rocks and other handholds in the tunnel's walls. Making a commotion by disturbing the water surface of the well was not something he planned on doing.

"56...57...58...59 lengths. Should be under the ruins now. 64...65...Ah, here it ends." The Argonian finally came to a full stop when he saw the tunnel emerge into a cylindrical structure made of bricks. It looked like they'd reached the well. Cautiously, he poked his head out of the opening and looked up. No one was using the well or looking down at him, which was a good thing. And while there had been a grate in the past, it looked like the precious steel had been taken away when the fort fell into disuse. And finally, the waterlevel was sufficiently high enough that they would be able to grab the ledge instead of having to climb up along the slick and slippery bricks. Getting out of the well would be a relatively simple matter.

Swift-Like-Fish entered the well entirely and turned to look up at his companions. With a nod and a finger pointing upward, he indicated that the way was clear.
"I'll let the Dunmer go first, that would be safer for us all. They're the hunters here, I am merely the guide."

[ureniashtram]

Undorsil

"Is that all," he asked the scouts. And when they all bowed their heads low, the Altmer took his leave. His priorities were organized, his task clearly laid before him and his destination set into his mind. He muttered an incantation and immediately he was in his chamber.

All was dark and no light shined through the windows.

He preferred the shadows instead of the light. For the Light slowly fades. And with that thought in mind, he continued his unholy studies.

---

Cyldreen

"I'll take watch from that tree over yonder," he pointed at a tree resting beside a group of oaks, which in turn is flanked by bushes and boulders. It was a little left from the main entrance of the fort, on the direction of the Imperial city, and by Cyldreen's reckoning gave a nice view on the fort, the Ayleid well and the lake.

A perfect spot for a scout.

"If anything goes wrong or if you completed your task," he chuckled, "I'll send a signal -don't worry you'll know it when you see it- to the others at the Ayleid Well. That way, we can organize the wagon for a swift escape. Good luck, and may lady Fate smile upon you."

With that, he went ahead to his scouting position.

[Lord Revan]

Look's like I'm right where I need to be, master. Nathan took solace in capable company for the first time in years. Not having to go underground lifted his spirits as well, although the Redguard knew his foes favored that environment. He slipped his amulet over his head and under his clothes.

As the assembly split up, he turned to the Nord with their map. In his time among them, Nathan had learned to distinguish their spirital leaders and storytellers. "Hail, Shaman. I am Nathan, an orphan of Hammerfell."

[Dantrag]

Aerona followed Swift and Aren to the shoreline, and despite the advice given to her, she chose not to wear the black garb either. In fact, she thought that her own robes would only slow her down while swimming and subsequently snooping around in the fort.

So she left them, along with her shoes, folded and tucked under some shrubs. Hoping she would have time to return for them, she cast her water-breathing spell and plunged into the water behind the others. It was always strange to feel water filling her lungs, but something about it was exhilarating as well; as if she had overcome nature itself. As they swam, it was hard for her to see, but she could feel the water displaced by Swift's tail, making him easy to follow. They entered a tunnel. It seemed to stretch on forever, but when it finally turned upwards, she knew they had arrived.

The priestess surfaced, being sure to exhale the water from her lungs before canceling her spell; that was a mistake beginning mages often made, and she knew from experience that it would create a coughing fit at best, and death at worst. She looked at the heads of her companions, bobbing above the water.

"Before we climb up there, we could use some camouflage," she whispered to them, only to be unnerved by the slight echo of her voice bouncing up from the water and drifting through the stone corridors of the fortress. She covered her mouth quickly in a silent apology before casting the spells. For her and Swift, she cast invisibility, but for Aren, chameleon. Just in case he needed to really act.

I don't know how long I can sustain it for three, she thought, But the idea is to be quick, right?

[Tellie]

Aren had as the other two jumped into the water and followed Swift through the tunnel. Expunging the water from his mouth and lungs he heard Aerona's words before a chameleon spell was slapped on him.

"Thanks girl, now follow me and we'll be fine", he whispered before he jumped over the small edge of the well. With a wince he realized that his metal clad feet would render them unable to be stealthy unless he did something.

Motioning for Aerona and Swift to stay silent and put he started to adjust his slightly wet robes as a similarly dressed man walked over to him.

"You, what are you doing down here", Aren's heart pounded as he realized that half the fort would be alerted if the man kept yelling like that.

With a plan half formed in his mind Aren turned towards the necromancer.

"Be quiet, I think I saw something in the well, we may have intruders", he whispered while motioning for the necromancer to come forward. Amazingly enough the man walked over to Aren with a curious look on his face. When he was standing a good three feet from Aren's position Aren gripped his sword and twisted around to give the man's neck and overhead swing chop, and with a spray of blood the man's head came loose and landed with a wet sound in the well behind him.

Looking down into the well at the slightly bloodstained faces of his companions he gave a quick grin while reaching his hand down to aid them. "Sorry 'bout that, hope it didn't hit ya or anything, but I needed a pair of shoes you see and he was the first pair that came strolling towards me".

[jack cloudy]

Swift-like-Fish was more than a bit frightened when he heard Aren mention intruders in the well.
"Did he betray us?" Flashed through his head and for a second he froze before reaching out for Aerona, about to pull her back underwater into the tunnel. It was an act of impulse and if he'd thought further he would not have done it. After all, he had no idea if she would be of sound enough mind to hold her breath till she'd recasted her spell of breathing despite the surprise.

His hand had reached about halfway when Aren showed where his loyalties lay by brutally beheading the stranger.
"Sorry 'bout that, hope it didn't hit ya or anything, but I needed a pair of shoes you see and he was the first pair that came strolling towards me." He said with a sly grin as he moved to help them out of the well.
"After taking the boots, give the body to this one. This one will hide body and head in the tunnel. But cover the wound first. We don't need to draw the hunting fish or our enemies with red water." The Argonian replied as he scooped up the head. It was rather disconcerting. Eyes still open, face distorted into an expression of terror. He shivered and almost dropped it. Hunting people was very different from hunting fish indeed.

[Dantrag]

Before she could even figure out what was happening, blood splattered in her face and a head bobbed in the water beside her, eyes rolling with the motion of the water. Aerona wanted to scream and she wanted to retch, but knew that either action could result in their deaths. Aren's casual smile from above the lip of the well was just as disconcerting. Almost scrambling, she lifted herself from the well, wanting nothing more than to distance herself from the head. A long shiver crept up her spine, and she couldn't tell if it was from the wet cold or pure disgust.

She focused on droplets of water seemingly falling from midair as they slid from her invisible fingertips. She made herself breathe steadily, cleared her mind, calmed her nerves. Most importantly, she avoided looking at the corpse. Swift's words reached her ears, but they didn't register. Her focus was inward while she tried to reign in her emotions.

"Let's hurry," she said, her voice quivering even in a whisper, "I don't like this."

[grif11]

MARDUS VLAKERIN:

mardus was looking over the items he had taken from the bosmer."Bah! he's a thief, just like the rest of his race! No way a child like him could afford this gear. Suddenly, his guard burst through the door."Sir!" he panted, "all the outer patrolmen have been killed!"
Mardus was in a fit of rage. if he hadnt just fed, he would of drunk the guard dry."Find them! if nobody is found, I will kill everyone in this fort! Do you hear me!"
"y-yes sir!"with that, the guard stumbled away.

[Ahrenil]

((Phew, thats that essay finally finished. Only 3 more to go))

Gillyed had been quite focused on getting the gear shifted, idle talk wasn't exactly going to help at this point. And besides, he had the map. However packing up what meagre supplies the refuges no longer needed and the dead did not want as well as some of the more valuable and useful gear into the wagon hadn't taken as long as he expected.

"Gillyed" he grunted back at the reguard as he loaded a pile of better condition chainmail onto the wagon, the last of what he considered valuable. "Shaman at heart, not official, though I could be if I settled down." he began to lead the horses away, not even turning to watch the Breton go. The man could do whatever he wanted as long as it didn't put anyone else in danger as far as the Nord cared.

He lead the wagon and the tired horse it was hitched too up the steep road towards the well, it was out of sight of the fort which could play to their advantage, and a handy hollow behind the hill left a good place to hide the wagon while providing good sight of the road leading down to the fort, as well as easy escape if need be.

"Right, we'll watch from this hill here." Gillyed declared, not even knowing if the redguard had followed. "If they come flying out there like a clanfear from oblivion then we'll defend from the well. But while we wait, what brings you to Cyrodil traveler?" The Nord asked, hoping he wasn't talking to himself.

[Lord Revan]

Nathan silently trailed after the shaman as the latter busied himself in the absence of most of the group. Gillyed's gruffness didn't bother him much, starved for human company as he was. However, he decided not to chance getting in the man's way unless asked. The Nord seemed quite capable, doing the work of several on his own.

As the two of them walked up the hill, Nathan wondered about the state of the infiltration team. Of the three, only the male dark elf appeared to be a seasoned fighter. The Redguard muttered a quick prayer for them, thankful he was not sneaking underground.
Gillyed's offhand question snapped his mind back to his surroundings. For a moment, Nathan was unsure that the Nord was speaking to him. "The undead destroyed or corrupted everything I loved," He said, almost matter-of-factly. Freezing in Skyrim for five years had allowed him to compartmentalize the grief, but the emptiness within him was not so academic. "I aim to use what I've learned since then to return the favor."

[ureniashtram]

Undorsil

The Altmer watched the bleeding dremora in front of him.

The summoned demon put up a heavy fight when dozens of aspirants closed in to kill it for Undorsil. None remained and two Black Skulls was forced to intervene. They were decapitated and maimed beyond recognition. It is not like Undorsil cared, no far from it. In fact, he approved of the low-ranked maggots' death. Their souls were gladly devoured to further increase the power of trapped energies inside Undorsil. He felt rejuvanated.

"You are a strong one indeed, Kynreeve. Your clan-leader is foolish not to make you a Markyn, but I digress. Willingly lay your arms down and surrender yourself. I shall free you from the bondages of Oblivion."

The dremora looked up and in it's eyes burned a murderous hatred. It replied something in daedric and Undorsil immediately understood.

"Very well," he said. The Altmer layed his hands on its horned head and revealed his nasty fangs in an equally nasty grin. "I thank you for your co-operation, fool."

The sensation of sucking a daedric soul felt immaculately divine and gave the damned elf a sense of omnipotency. He became aware that the darkness inside him now burned with the fires of Oblivion and he felt the urge to summon another one to feel the unholy pleasure of rising in power to rival a Divine.

But pressing matters goaded him more.

He ascended to the battlements and it gave him the pitiful sight of Cyrod's forest and the White Gold Tower. The rage inside was getting harder and harder to put down as he gazed at the view in front of him. It was practically begging to be destroyed.

He raised his hands and muttered a word of magick and the Calcinator of Ishamir appeared before him. While in appearance it might look like what an Apprentice would use, those skilled in the arts of Mystiscism would detect black magick on this tool.

Undorsil handled the Calcinator with telekinesis as he fished for the demonic ingredients it would take to unleash his wrath upon the land. His hand carefully grasped a small pouch. He could not contain a daedric smile as he hefted it.

"In the name of the Worm King do I do this," he intoned as he opened the pouch and spilled whatever inside into the Calcinator. An ethereal flame whoosed up with the rage of the dead. An unnatural energy exploded from the Calcinator and sent a shockwave of fear to those who are near.
The winds that roared against the walls of ruined Bruma suddenly became feral and voices from the Void whispered things from every direction. All hearkened with dread and some felt the arrival of something ... Not of this world nor of the other. But something in between.

A maelstrom of long-silenced voices and power was whirling and at its heart was Undorsil the Master of Disease. Snow became hail as he intoned the incantation of Disease.

He muttered heretical thoughts and voiced black opinions; he screamed wordless challenges at the Divines and echoes from the Nothingness followed whatever he said. And then the Sun was blocked out and darkness reigned. A cloud was penetrated by a palatinate flourescence and it showered Undorsil with the supernatural hue.

"In the name of the Worm King, all shall kneel in humbled submission before Us!"

A finger from the Void; a Pillar of undeath it was and it rose beneath Undorsil and united with the Light from above. All watched in awe and fear as they gazed into the large tower of dark energy, Undorsil's silhouette barely recognized. A terrible tempo of something sinister laughing emerge from nowhere and everywhere.

And it started to rain blood.

The Plague was unleashed and its temporary effects would surely weaken those who resist the Dragon.
--



Cyldreen could only stare at the sight of that terrible .. whatever it was. He could 'see' thousands of faces being whirled cruelly at that .. whirlwind, all screaming in rage and fear. His skin became prickled and the hairs on his neck stood on end. A chill swam on his back and if it weren't for his steady hand clutching something hard to hold on to, he would've surely fell to the ground.

By Malacath! What is this sorcery?!

And then a blood dropped from the darkened heavens. Cyldreen immediately knew that something evil as about to happen. His thoughts gauged true when he felt the sensation of something weakening him. His vision became blurry, his arms felt like they were pasted with cement and the urge to vomit was rising to his throat.

He muttered an incantation of healing. It did little.

He felt the call of everlasting sleep. But he refused. Not yet.

[Ahrenil]

"Sounds rough, on the brightside at least your not some mass murdering psycopath with no care for morales and an attitude aimed at getting the job done despite who get's hurt" Gillyed replied while checking for bears, out of habit.

"Met one o' them guys a month or two back up near the border. I sent him into the high passes for a week or two to try and teach 'im a lesson. Heard he met a nasty end." The big Nord loosened his fur pauldrons and helm. Cyrodil was far too hot for his liking.

"Glad to have you here lad, though I honestly have little clue as to where here is and why we're all wandering around the same stretch of particularily evil field."

[Dantrag]

OOC: taking minor liberties just to move a little bit forward. hope nobody minds.

Aerona crept behind Aren, holding on to the hem of his cloak so she didn't lose sight of his camouflaged form, and the faint sound of Swift's footsteps let her know of his presence. She glanced nervously to her sides constantly, and whenever they passed a guard she would freeze and hold her breath. There was no sign of any prison cells so far, but they were constantly descending, Aerona noticed; Aren probably thought it likely that there would be a dungeon further down.

"Find them! If nobody is found I will kill everyone in this fort! Do you hear me?" they heard a harsh voice echo from the corridor in front of them.

Suddenly, moments later, a patrol of ten or fifteen guards came running in formation towards them. Aerona flattened herself against the side of the wall to avoid being trampled while they passed. They patrol went for the main exit, and Aerona thought of a silent prayer for their friends still outside.

Had she known that they were nearing a powerful vampire, though, she might have prayed for herself.

[jack cloudy]

Swift felt his heart beating in his chest, so loud it felt as if it was about to burst free. He stayed behind the two Dunmer, keeping low enough for his tail to touch the ground whenever they stopped. At times they encountered someone else. At these points, they would wait for a moment to assess the situation. Then they would move behind the stranger's back one by one, scarcely daring to breathe.

"Find them! If nobody is found I will kill everyone in this fort! Do you hear me?" The Argonian flinched at the sudden outburst from someone up ahead. A moment later he heard the thunder of many footsteps approaching rapidly. There was no time to run. The fisherman curled up against the wall and held his breath, hoping that within the darkness he would appear as nothing but an indistinct lump of mud or stone. If they were discovered, all he could do was hope that Aren would prove as efficient against many foes as he had against one.

The group's own zeal, or fearful knowledge of the price for failure, made them rush passed the hidden trio without casting even a single glance. All that was on their mind were the ones they expected to be outside.
"That voice we heard, this one thinks it might be the leader of this place. This one suggests we...hunt now, while the rest of the pack is away. Still, best be wary. If the threat of death is a real one, that one will be strong enough to stand against those beneath him." He whispered shortly after the darkly clad men and women had passed. Their footsteps still echoed throughout the fort, but receded fast.

[grif11]

Mardus had started to feel strange, as if a siren from the tales of old was calling to him. perhaps it was just his anger messing with his senses."honestly", he muttered to himself, "if that blasted altmer wants this ground held, why send hopeless drones to defend it."

The call was getting stronger, drawing Mardus outside his lair.He could smell it now. blood, and lots of it. this must of been what the elf had meant when he said he would "bring a cloud of fear and weakness to cyrodiil".

[Tellie]

Aren led the small group through the fort as quietly as he could, when a voice suddenly screamed for everyone else to 'Find them and kill them'. Smirking slightly as the sound and sight of fifteen men came marching towards them quickly he tightened the grip on his sword 'wouldn't even break a sweat killing them' he thought.

As soon as they had passed he led Swift and Aerona in through the door their enemies had arrived from, luckily only one person was standing guard and though he looked competent if his equipment was anything to go by he had long since grown complacent and it was childsplay for Aren to place an arrow in his throat. Acting quickly he too out the arrow before propping the body up against the wall, making it seem as though the man was leaning against it instead of being terminally dead.

THeir road continued deeper into the depths of the fort until the stood outside the door that led into the cells. "Alright this is where things can get nasty, there are five beings in there, if we're lucky all but one of them might be prisoners, if we assume the worst which is the right thing to assume there will be four guards and one prisoner."

Unscheathing his sword he cancelled the chameleon spell and looked over at his two hard to spot companions. "Once that door will go down I will engage any hostiles within, I want you two to get to the cell where they have our companion, open it and get the hell out of here, I will follow but unless you fancy fighting for your lives you do exactly what I've told you".

Without waiting for a reply he swallowed a potion to greatly enhance his strenght before kicking the door off its hinges. Stepping through the doorway he rammed his sword into the chest of the guard who stood guard by it, a small push dropped the body and he grinned as he watched the terrified faces of the other three guards. "Now which one of you lot thinks you have what it takes to bring me down?" he asked before charging the closest one.

OOC: There now we're getting somewhere.

[grif11]

Mardus:

While Mardus was uncorking a bottle of blood to calm himself, a new scent wafted in.
"strong smell of dunmeri blood, is that argonian?" Mardus thought.

Suddenly, a thunderous crash came from outside his room, followed by the sound of bloodshed.
"blast it!"Mardus thought."I have big plans for that thief, no way bandits are going to ruin them!"

Mardus threw on his set of enchanted ebony and drew his daedric longsword, and started walking towards the cells.

[jack cloudy]

"But what if the cells are locked?" Swift-like-Fish asked but the Dunmer had already beaten down the door and entered the room. So instead the Argonian shook his head and peered around the doorframe to see the battle begin. Aren gave his foes no quarter, nor time to think about anything else but his blade. To his right, the Argonian saw the tell-tale gleam of iron bars, no doubt the cells they had been looking for. He could not see however, if someone was inside or if the door was open.
"Only an entirely incompetent guard would leave an occupied cell unlocked. These are not that stupid. Best find keys first." The fisherman thought and hurriedly glanced at the wall as far away from the cells as possible. If there were any keys in this room, it would be there. Indeed, there was a ring with a single heavy key hanging from a hook just below the torchholder that was the room's sole source of light.

"They're distracted, cells to our right. You go there, this one goes left to take keys. Hurry." He whispered to Aerona and slipped through the door, hoping that Aren would manage to keep being the distraction they needed.