A mystery unleashed Playground 14 Options

[Red]

Shakur walked out the door. Tralan helped him with the ring, and he walked out the Fighters Guild door. It was morning, and he could see as the uninteresting Dunmers went about their buisness. Shakur sheithed his new sword, which would aid his magick and sheihai skills. He walked in the less than crowded city. He saw one Dunmer that did interest him. Sel. He walked faster, catching up to him and following wherever he went.

[gamer10]

(OOC: Oh, so he followed one of them . . who should he follow?)

[Dantrag]

OOC: follow sel you're in balmora, considering he left for ald'ruhn again in a flash - follow celia, your posts are right.

Sel saw Shakur, but waited until he got closer before he said anything.

"did you hear about Arco?" he asked.

[gamer10]

(OOC: Okay, he's creeping behind Celia, ready to kill :shocked: )

[Red]

[quote=Dantrag]OOC: follow sel you're in balmora, considering he left for ald'ruhn again in a flash - follow celia, your posts are right.

Sel saw Shakur, but waited until he got closer before he said anything.

"did you hear about Arco?" he asked.[/quote]

"Arco? What happened?" Shakur feared the worst of poor Arco. What possibly could happen to a strong warrior like him?

[Dantrag]

"He's...dead." Sel said sadly. "An hour or two ago."

[Red]

"Sweet Dunmer. Poor lad, did he die peacefully?" Shakur was devastated. He felt terrible. While Arco was dieing, he was running around hunting burglers and finding rings.

[Dantrag]

OOC: lad? he's like 105 years old...lol.

"All I know is he was in bad shape and Serene and the Temple healers couldn't do anything about it."

[Kuukulgur]

Shadow was half way home through the city of Ald'Ruhn. The night was already giving way for the morning - first rays of the rising sun made the horizon glow. The morning dew had descended and the ground was wet. Shadow pulled his cloak tighter around him as he walked, for the cold morning air and moisty fog seemed exceptionally chilly today. He fastened his pace, thinking of another day at work.
It came to him that he needed a break, something different from the everyday nuisance. He had never before taken his Guild assignments as boring chores, and the fact that he now did so made him think. Maybe he needed variety, a break from work for a bit, so that he could return with fresh will? He thought back at the adventurers in the Ratpot the last night. The special scent of the road, will for discovery and adventure had attracted him, had pulled him towards this totally different lifestyle.
He walked through the town deep in thoughts, unable to see anything else...

[Red]

[quote=Dantrag]OOC: lad? he's like 105 years old...lol.

"All I know is he was in bad shape and Serene and the Temple healers couldn't do anything about it."[/quote]

OOC: It's more than a saying than a sensable sentence.

IC: "Well,, atleast he lived a life that most people his age refer to as their glory days. He died a good man" Shakur watched as a strange man almost blindly walked through the road. Shakur ran towards him, wanting to figure out why he walked past the crowds so.

[Dantrag]

Sel shrugged as Shakur left. He turned to Celia and Niran.

"I didn't realize what time it was - we only have a few minutes until dawn. A little early to be getting a room...Let's check the mage's guild and see if Serene is there." he suggested.

[Konji]

Konrad headed back to the mage's guild and transported himself back. Walking out of the door he saw Sel and Celia standing around. "Hullo you two, tis is a shame he had to die." he said to them. "But I didn't really know him really so...Oh well." He circled Celia, jabbing ghost kicks at her, pulling his foot back a second before impact.

[Megil Tel-Zeke]

Megil headed north for about an hour or two until he reached the end of the peninsula. Thre at an intersection Megil met a shabbily dressed man. “Hey you, kid come over here.” Thinking the man needed help Megil approached him, the then charged Megil and pinned him to the ground “give me your money kid,” said the rogue. Megil at first stunned quickly controlled himself, looked into the rogue’s eyes and smiled, “You stupid fool” The man didn’t even get to hear the end of the sentence when he felt a powerful bolt of energy to the chest that sent him hurling up several meters into the air. Megil quickly stood, knocked an arrow in his bow and while the man was still in the air sent several arrows through his chest. The man landed and Megil went up to him, saw he was still alive and said to him “I pity your soul old fool” saying that Megil knocked an arrow and sent it into the man’s skull, ending the man’s misery.

Megil then headed southwest, and within an hour or two reached Molag Mar. Seeing it was getting dark He asked a commoner where he could go to get some food and rest. “Head up to the waist work, from there go down one of the long hallways, which will take you to the upper level. There you will find a temple and St. Veloth’s hostel.” “Thank you”. He followed the directions and soon found the hostel, he entered and approached the patron, “I’d like accommodations for the night sir.” After paying the dunmer his gold, Megil sat down at a table and ordered some food. He then went to his room and went to sleep. He awoke at dawn, gathered his things headed out of the hostel and continued west along the shore, heading for Suran.

[BobV]

With a flash of magic, a rather irrate Dunmer man with some Imperial traits in his appearance arrived on the platform of the Ald'ruhn guild guide. The Half-Dunmer was wearing a torn red robe in Cyrodiilic style that might have been fancy, once, and there were sounds of metal clanking with every move indicating that he was wearing armor under it. He was wounded in several places and clutching a dwemer-made item of some kind tightly.

"By the voidstreams of Oblivion, Edwinna! This is the Azura-knows-how-often time you made me..."

Realizing that the woman who was the target of his tirade was not in the room, he muttered an apology to the rather confused guild guide and made his way to the guild steward. With a grunt, he dropped off the Dwemer-made object, collecting a small amount of coins and stomped off towards his room just near the entrance, which in his opinion was greatly undersized for one of his rank. He did not bother to close the door as it was quite hot, especially in his small, rather dank room. He opened his storing chest, which was filled with magical items of all sorts along with various forms of nonmagical junk. He began digging through the chest, throwing out items that he didn't immediately need. As he did so, he muttered to himself with sarcasm. "'Dwemer item I need to complete my research' , she said. 'Telvanni unfortunately acquired it earlier' , she said. 'Need you to do a simple retrieval mission' , she said!"

There was the sound of the shattering of glass followed by a small explosion as he threw something out of the chest against the wall, rather brusquely at that. There was a sizable hole in the wall leading outside.

"That must've been the potion of fire damage...Stupid idea, anyway. It was about time I got a window, anyway...Has got to be a healing scroll somewhere..."

The receptionist snickers at the Half-Dunmer's antics. Anyone entering the building or standing near the 'window' would be able to hear his ranting as he continues searching for a healing scroll amongst his vast horde of arcane items.

[Konji]

OOC: Which guild are you at? And welcome.

[BobV]

OOC: Ald'ruhn mages guild.

[Aki]

The wind picked up violently in one section of Ald'Ruhn, kicking up a dust cloud before the Nord even him the ashy ground. He ran a hand through his winblown hair and sighed. Casting shouts and riding them to destinations was always a rush. Far more fun than a teleportation spell, or levitation. Maybe it was because of the speed, the wind whipping in your face as you soared through the air. Fenris smiled politely at the Dunmer nearby, waving a bit before heading to the Fighter's Guild, he dropped his armor off with the Nordic smith in the Guild to be repaired. He trusted him to be the best smith in town, not to mention better at repairing Nordic Armor. He doubted the Dunmer smiths knew anything about how to fix Nordic armor. The Nordic Tongue smirked, and exited the fighter's Guild, raising a eyebrow at the hole punched in the side of the Mage's Guild.

"Huh...some mage musta blown himself up."

[Konji]

Konrad turned sharply, bringing his arm up to shield himself from the explosion. He walked causiously(Sp) over to the smal crowd of people who were encircling the hole.

He barged his way in and peered through, seeing a strange looking Dunmer.

"Hello Dunmer, why are you causing all this commotion? Do you want me to call the guards?"

[gamer10]

Niran followed Konrad, this might be interesting.

"What's going on here?"

(OOC: Call the guards and see something cool, well more strange than cool.)

EDIT: If you do call the guards have them talk to Niran and watch what he does. Come on Bob.

[Konji]

OOC: Gotta wait for bob to try and stop me. I hope all these newcomers aren't gonna post pages long every time.