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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:42 pm
 ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill, Base Ring of Night Eye and Red Shard┃ Location : Path to Hrota Cave - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Both of the men talking behind Coraline seemed to ignore her. She didn't mind the slightest though. lt gave her time to let her mind return to her studies. Memorizing spells, dates and names, which emperor took power and how they did it, which plague ran rampant throughout Tamriel. And other things that seemed minuscule in compassion to world ending viruses. Though it would be nice to converse. She didn't want to speak up. Either Neven would scold her for wasting air or giving away their position to any highwayman that are scouring the lands. It did come up in her mind here and there about why Neven was such sour tasting person. Not daring to ask him herself, she stayed to her speculations about his past or would just say to herself ''Oh, he's just an argumentative person.'' Though she didn't think argumentative to herself. She thought of another word.
Coraline did precious her eyes, so she dared not look at what the two men were talking about. Though small glimmer of what would be called hope flickered in her chest when she realized they were talking about a ''beautiful woman''. She wanted to believe they were talking about her, and Neven wasn't such a cold hearted person towards herself when it sounded liked he was looking out for her well being. But when she heard some scuffling of what sounded like leather armor being shifted around, she put that thought out of her head. Must have been some kind of picture. How lewd. Coraline didn't think of Neven to hide photos within his armor. She didn't carry such personal effects on herself. She hid them away in a chest at the foot of her bed. Locked away so only she could see them.
Plus it was risky carrying things when on a mission. A lot of things could go wrong on a mission. It's risky enough trying to protect your team and yourself without putting other unneeded complications in there. She'd much rather keep her think in her room. Anything she didn't mind breaking, repairing or losing could come along. The only thing she could count going against that ideal is a small red shard she has in her large pouch. Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out a small glowing crystal that pulsated warmth into her hand. It wasn't bright enough to be noticeable this time of day, but can make a difference between pitch black and a small radiant light to see your way through a maze of tunnels. Though it could be used for a purpose which is why she would argue that it was worth carrying along. Changing subjects in her mind she thought on how much further away the cave is.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 4:46 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : Gold Road, heading toward Hrota Cave
"Well then you have never been to my home land have you?" Neven asked in reply to the Imperials comment about noise keeping away predators. "We have creatures in Morrowind that would be brave enough to attack any size party no matter who or what it contained." Neven shook his head, and thought 'This guy is with the Fighters Guild, he aught to know these things.' So If something wanted to walk up and ripe out your liver it's going to do so. No matter if your making so much noise, that the bandits no doubt guarding the cave entrance will hear before we even get close to the bloody cave, or no noise what so ever."
Neven turned his head to look at the Imperial and said, "Ever heard of The Blight? Have you ever had to go toe to toe with one of those deformed twisted beasts of nature? You'd reconsider your views about making noise over being stealthy." With that Neven turned back around and sped up his pace to but some distance between himself and the Imperial.
Even after all these years, Neven could still smell the twisted rotten deformed flesh of that Corpus Walker who nearly took his head off, while he was exploring a bit too close to the Dwemer ruins along the slopes of Red Mountain. They weren't the smartness things but what they lacked in whit they made up for in brute strength. And that twisted thing would have taken Neven's head if the blow hadn't hit against his armored shoulder. Even still the blow sent him flying across the stone hallway and crashing into the opposite wall. He'd never like to admit this to anyone, but at that moment he'd been seriously worried whether or not this was the end. But by the grace of Azura, he pulled himself together and launched some quick magic at the beast to distract and to make a quick escape.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 2:53 am
 ☼ ☼ ☼ ʤ ☼ ☼ ☼
The sun beamed down from on high upon the last fraying white rope of the Gold road which wove in and out through the high breast of the gold coast. Just at that point in the morning when the sappy firs and young waving oaks began to gather their dappled shadows at their feet. From the landward gate of anvil the view of hill, before the road took that first artful seaward bend, was sheltered and almost claustrophobic. The ridges and hills rose up to the north and to the east, and not but the craning neck could discern the line of tall trees which wavered at the distant tops of those graceful mounds. The sea odor which blew broadside across the path joined the mellow crash of breakwaters and racket of seabirds to remind the senses that this was but an alcove wherein the seaport city of Anvil was tightly nestled. This reminder was welcome for many who disliked the unfortified conditions of a city built on lower grounds, though not all doubt could be assuaged in full.
There is good reason why. The view from those hills rolling down into the valley was vast and clear, even on the most overcast of days. A short trek uphill from the gate commanded the most glorious views of Anvil and her many terracotta-shingled peak rooftops, of the squat minarets of Castle Anvil, of every dip and cove where the Abecean ate into the mainland. On the clearest morning, any ordinary hiker standing on a rock from this vantage could peer out infinitely into the mysterious southern reaches of Valenwood. Here the trained eye by means of the dwemer's glass might sometimes trace the slow and queer fluctuations of swaths of trees which migrated north and south in spring and autumn, marching over the verdant mountains which split the horizon.
This vantage, though sightseers' and hunters loved it dearly, was the major vulnerability of the Anvil Capital region. Any wayward band with even the most rudimentary assortment of hunting bows and farm equipment could command the superior tactical position at mid hill to raise an offence on the adjacent coast lands. Neither set at a clear point to be foisted off of the summit by archers, nor low enough to be impinged from either side, nor even sitting ducks on these hills for all of these fair trees and hulking boulders, at any instance a rabble could own a fair stretch of the Gold road for days before the Imperial cavalry gathered in enough force to hedge them out. This did not often happen, for the imperial patrol was mostly diligent upon the main road, but their inclination to wander in the brush was negligible. Often a highwayman or two would stage a successful heist upon the road, and rake in a pretty septim, for this countryside was very alive.
On this particular morning, one of these slopes had eyes. Two diminutive figures sat upon a high boulder with a habitable top, laying out two hides upon the moss fur-down beside two quivers. They wore their bows lashed over their shoulders, and wore thick hunters cloth stained off-green which blended with the moss and turf. One, a nut-colored male, crouched somewhat taller than his companion, whose large black eyes and curved physique bespoke a lithe young female. From downhill they would be invisible, from mid road they seemed two hunters tending to their spoils. The female continually glanced out to sea, lingering south west, the dark male kept a steady eye upon the open road. They went on sitting and staring about, not speaking a word to each other, but exchanging glances of confirmation when something, if anything, happened upon the road. The chattering of nature was all about them, and the crashing of those distant breakers came now and then to hail the clamoring of open ocean. Little happened as the hour elapsed. A small happening early in the hour triggered a curious reaction. An indistinct figure sprinting uphill from the gate was running along the road at an incredible pace. The male furrowed his brow and planted his knee, knocking an arrow with haste as the figure drew nearer, but there was no need. Bounding along the road, a Khajiit of sandy complexion picked up dust as he ran, his grey robes billowing in the wind of his speed. Careful eyes took in the wrought iron caliper clutched in his paws as he came within range, but the strange image was brief, and the sprinter was long gone before his companion even noted his commotion. One thing somehow lead to another,
As he lowered his bow and began to turn, apparently shaking his head to rid it of the incredulity of what he had just seen, his companion tugged him on his arm and pointed long downhill in the direction of the stable. She pulled a stray dreadlock behind her ear and leaned her head, squinting. He followed suit. They both watched as a diverse party of figures started upon the road. From the distance they could make out the glint of armor in the sunlight, and a moment's total observation served to banish all seaward vigil. Dropping down low on the rock, they both rolled their pelts and cast them behind the rock. They turned to each other and nodded simultaneously. With silent and limber efficiency, the female compelled herself backwards over the back of the boulder with her hands and knees, and gathering the pelts under her arm, she turned to the high outcropping of rock which hid behind their lookout. At the base of this shelf of rock, an arch was hewn upon the side which faced away from the road. within this tiny arch was set a sturdy plank door hinged with rusted iron and riddled with steel bolts. She knocked upon this door and waited. The door swung in, disclosing an avenue of natural rock, and the gaping maw of a cave.
Hastening past the door guard and following the scarce torchlight, she discarded the pelts in the vestibule upon a wooden shipping crate. The deeper she went, the more torches gleamed on either side of the passage, and she glanced into rooms as she passed them, certain to know which way she was going. She circumvented traps like a leaping doe. Coming around a corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. Suddenly the cave was echoing with a staccato of savage growls. Reared in the passage before her an enormous grey wolf bared his jagged fangs. She stood perfectly still, watching the beast carefully as the predatory eyes considered her with fierce aggression.
"Shhsss, Nerast-" She whispered, eyes wide.
The beast shifted his paw as if preparing to lunge- but a sudden and very mysterious change stole upon the creature. Spontaneously turning tail and speeding down the tunnel, the wolf let out a lilting whine as he disappeared around a distant avenue of stone. She followed the creature. Obediently.
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Just waking from a very short and irritable rest, Daenlin Brallion took a deep breath and stretched. His joints popped and cracked as he settled back in his seat as he looked around vaguely. Searching the vault of the chamber with a heavy eye, he massaged the back of his neck with his right hand. His uncomfortable stint in the city dungeon had not done wonders for him. Never a deep sleeper, he had fallen into a season of night terrors for no particular reason. Consciousness trickled back to him, and his ears twitched with it. For the slightest moment, he had no idea where he was.
The Hrota den was a cavern system of medium size, which in its day went long unnoticed. Never a mine, never a legal outpost, this network did not even have so much as a pool or aquifer, nor more than one solitary point of egress. Its general invisibility and close proximity to the road both make it ideal as a makeshift hideout for unscrupulous goods. From what Daenlin could tell, his operation was not the first which stuck out in this hole. The evidence was all around him. When first they came upon this place, moldy packing crates lined the vestigial chambers, broken tools and various refuse filled forgotten corners. Empty skooma bottles were littered everywhere, as well as alembics, ladels, pots, sprigs of nightshade- other various assembly for the refining of the drug. He was often under the highly ambivalent impression that several of his rabble were even now grubbing in the rubble to find whatever cache of the sugar still remained in this place. It was difficult to express how little he cared. They had their own stock to deal with, he couldn't really blame them for trying to maximize profit. In the deepest cavern, more massive than the other chambers, a sinkhole in the center dropped down some ten feet and formed a comfortable alcove just right for several firepits and a desk to conduct business. rickety planks of wood crossed here and there overhead, making it look from inside the basement of a tavern whose floors had caved in. That is precisely where he remembered he was.
Sitting before the fire with a scarf tossed around his shoulders he reclined, resting his hand upon Emyna's muzzle, smiling as she flattened her ears and shut her piercing eyes. He admired her raven pelt, very nearly the same color as his hair. He listened to the deep thrumming of Foroch, who slept curled up at his feet. Nerast was out roaming the caverns, probably ferreting for rats. he acknowledged them foremost in his mind. He trusted them foremost in his heart, More even than his comrades.
He sat there for a little while, waiting for all of his memories to flow back. It was at that point that many flooded back to him all at once, and forced him at least upright in his chair to try to focus on the situation at last. His eye seized upon the figure before him, who sitting bound and prostrate against a stalagmite was perfectly still, head leaning down, hair hanging to obscure her face. She was still out cold, somehow. Perhaps they had been too rough with her. He was disappointed that he could not see her face. He considered asking Cingaer to lift her head so that he could, but before he could even ask, there was Nerast bounding into the sinkhole to stop still at his feet and sit down.
Close behind the wolf came dear Dennilwen, dropping from the ledge to stand before him. Not entirely in his right mind just yet, he figured Nerast had brought him a bone. Not standing on ceremony, he got to his feet. As he did so, he nudged Foroch out of the way with his foot, and grumpy Foroch complied, yawning as he stretched and shook his dappled pelt. The wolf loped slowly around the fire, bumping Nerast playfully with his jaw when he passed. Both turned and strode in unison to flank the prisoner, snuffling her hair with their noses. Daenlin radiated with a confident and aggressive aura, in his element as he impressed his power and lust over her. Most of his associates warned him that women were not to be trifled with, but what could he help? He enjoyed the challenge, enjoyed their company, enjoyed Dibella's comforts. He sometimes wondered, though it was only idle fancy, if these women under command bent to him rather out of fear than admiration, for they knew what he was capable of. His suspicion was aroused when they would stop and glance at his wolves. Dennilwen was slender and sinewy, and her dreadlocks shed down to frame her round face like a weeping willow. He liked this girl. She was dependable, accurate, and impressive at holding her liquor. Catching her off-guard, He reached forward and placed his fingers under her chin, leaning in ever so slightly, eye narrow. He felt her buckle slightly at the knees, watched her breath catch in her throat.
"Morning Denni."
He leaned down and brushed her neck with a kiss. He heard a ruffle, a clank, and a chuckle as Cingaer turned to face the other way. Before he lifted his head again, he shifted his hand from her chin to her waist. The reaction was not what he expected. She dodged his hand with a convulsion of exasperation. He narrowed his eye suspiciously. She didn't seem to want to look at his face.
"Armed party on the road. From Anvil. No baggage."
And now, he was fully awake. His smile vanished, and he nodded. He watched an uncertain look dawn on her face, but gave little mind to it. His priorities were in order. Dropping his hand, he signaled with a nod to Cingaer.
'My Armor.'
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:29 am
Aria Yolan Breir - IMPERIAL LEGION- Captive  Aria ran and ran, her chest tight as she tried to breathe, her legs burning as they pumped. No matter how she tried she couldn't seem to catch her breath, yet she knew she dared not stop. They were right behind her and they were gaining. When she turned to look, to see how close they were, all their faces were blurred. And then she tripped, and fell; suddenly they were upon her and then --. Grey blue eyes snapped open. Then came the pain. A splitting sharp pain in the back of her un-helmeted head, she wanted to reach up and feel if there was blood, but she couldn't move her hands. She fought against the panic that threatened her and forced herself to think rationally. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she in turn was tied to what felt like a pillar, or something. Dimly she heard voices and she realized she was not alone. She had to think.
Training kicked in and she didn't yet allow herself to lift her head. When she did they would realize she was awake and she wasn't ready for that yet. She struggled desperately to remember what had happend. She couldn't. One minute she was doing a patrol and the next she was here. Wherever here was. She listened and realized there were three voices, and what sounded like dogs. Well, she could fake being unconscious a little longer, perhaps they would all leave her the room, leave her alone? Or perhaps not. Resignation settled in. It would seem she had been kidnapped by bandits or something akin, briefly she shuddered, hoping it wasn't one of the rogue necromancer groups that still called Cyrodiil their home. Granted most had been wiped out during the Oblivion Crisis, but she had heard rumors some had managed to continue their existence. She silently sent a prayer to the Nine Divine's that Necromancer's hadn't captured her. She opened one eye that had squeezed shut to pray, though it certainly didn't smell like she imagined a Necromancer's lair would. What if they were vampires? Stormy eyes opened wide, and with finality she finally lifted her head. She couldn't take the not knowing.
Her eyes counted three individuals, though one had his back to her, and several dogs, no, they were wolves. Even as her gaze took them in, they in turn noticed her. The humans had not yet, but they quickly would. Without much ceremony the two wolves came over and stood uncomfortably close. She stiffened as the sniffed her, but for the moment they did not seem intent on harm. Her blonde hair framed her face as she took as many details in as possible while she remained unnoticed. She was in a cave and they appeared to be mere bandits. She felt relieved, but that relief was short lived as one of them pointed to her and spoke. "She's conscious Daenlin." Daenlin. That was a name she hadn't heard in some time. And then the one who seemed to be the leader turned around, and she felt her stomach drop. No. Not him. It was impossible. Even as she thought this, she knew it wasn't true. It was very possible, unfortunate to say, likely even. "You." The words came out like a small hiss. "What is the meaning of this?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 2:44 pm
Daenlin Brallion-Scoundrel☼ ☼ ☼ ʤ ☼ ☼ ☼ As he turned, the scarf whisked gently over his shoulder and waved out behind him, baring his left shoulder and pale muscular chest. The light from the fire beside them cast broadside across his corded lupine body, and tightly folded black sash. His grey right eye peered at her from between his hangdog locks of raven hair. With a tilt of his head he signaled the others to do as he had said. Cingaer loped off and up a rockfall to the west, Dennilwen wavered momentarily, her black eyes lingering on the woman who was trussed, but with a sudden fearful look quit her gaze and scampered in the direction that she had come. The three wolves, each at their leisure around the girl, wagged their tails at his aura of joy and perked up their ears. Nerast snuffled at her navel, where a noose-knot met from around her back, pinning her arms. Emyna dallied on the floor by the woman's knee, her snout between her forepaws, scratching an itch on her nose. Foroch looked to his master and let out a booming bark which bounced off of the walls and grated in Aria's ears. A sardonic grin rested on his face as she hissed like a kettle just before it squeals.
"Good morning Briar Thorn!" He announced, with an air as if he was waking a child on their name-day. He used the nickname, the old one. He crouched down, lowering his round pale face right before her, such that the wind from his hair swept her cheek, bringing that jubilant grin much too close. His icy right eye wandered her face, wide with glee. He tilted his head in questioning.
"Hungry?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 12:28 pm
Aria Yolan Breir - IMPERIAL LEGION- Captive Her oceanic eyes glared fiercely at the smiling elf as Aria did her best to ignore the canines. This in itself was no easy matter, as they were very insistent in their sniffing. "You didn't answer my question," the woman said through gritted teeth. Almost on cue, her stomach rumbled. Lips pursed in displeasure, Aria shook her head. She had decided not to comment on his choice of address. The old nickname she had once wore, did however begin to tug at certain memories. Not wanting to think about them, was easier then not however, and it probably had something to do with the male elf's face being in such close proximity to her own.
He was so close, she had momentarily the briefest of thoughts. She could head butt him and....and what. What exactly was she going to do. Dammit. She needed more of a plan. She needed to know how many there were, where they were, who they were. Well, she could pretty much guess they were a misfit ragtag bunch of bandits or smugglers. I should thank the Nine's for answering my prayer... that thought didn't make its way into conscious mental appreciation however, likely because of the man before her. The man of whom she was now apparently a captive. "What the hell am I doing here and what do you want, Daenlin."
You always want something...
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 4:01 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : The Gold Road, outside Horta Cave
The group seemed to have gotten Neven’s message about keeping their mouths shut. He whispered out a short prayer thanking Azura, that this moron’s caught on quickly enough. They crossed the remaining distance to Hrota Cave in relative silence, perhaps Neven or one of the other mage’s could have performed some silencing charms on the warriors’ armor, but Neven wasn’t going to waste his Magicka on that, and he assumed that the others either felt the same, or just lacked the means to do so.
As they got closer Neven noticed a large rock that blocked the view of the cave’s entrance, a perfect vantage point to watch the road going south for any signs of movement heading north. Granted the rock didn’t have that much cover on it, but an invisibility spell, or even a high level chameleon spell would do the trick to keep the sentries hidden. It was quite possible that these bandits might have a mage among them; the most successful groups tend to. The rock wasn’t the only place to hide sentries the general area was covered with foliage and brush that could easily conceal a would be assailant or sentry.
”Before we get any closer to that cave entrance we should check for concealed sentries, no successful band of bandits would ever dream to leave their hideaway unguarded from the outside” Neven said. He didn't trust that the other mage's with the group would be sufficient or reliable enough to search the area. And he wasn't going to put his life into their hands either. Neven slowly stepped forward, one hand on his sword hilt, the other he readied a detect life spell. He’d only be able to check the most immediate area’s as the spell wasn’t good for long distances. At least they’d know if the area immediately surrounding the cave’s entrance was guarded or not. Neven cast the spell, but didn’t detect any life other than small wildlife. He motion the group that it was clear and waited for them to join him at the cave’s entrance.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:18 pm
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Lightly Tapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : Detect Life 60ft 10sec┃ Wielding : Steel Short Sword┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill, Base Ring of Night Eye and Red Shard┃ Location : Hrota Cave - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The trip to the cave seemed to be taking longer then it should have. Either that or time itself slowed down. She wasn't very fond of dilly-dallying when there was someone's life at stake. The loud clanks of heavy armor seemed to annoy her more and more as they kept walking. The pinging on each individual piece sounded like rocks being thrown at window or a blacksmith near her old university starting work early. She would spend countless hours studying old tomes trying to unlock new magical secrets within them and at often times fall asleep during her studies. The window would be right in front of her, it pointed down towards the main gate of Bruma. The Jerall Mountains were cold in the mornings, when the sun was just rising it seemed the coldest. A large plum of smoke would rise from the smith just down the stairs to the left of the hall. It seemed that he choose to work early in the morning just to annoy and wake up Coraline in the midst of a good dream of campfire stories. And at this moment, she felt cold like she did on those mornings, tired and hearing the pestering sound of metal. If her spells could only melt the armor and not harm the person wearing it or even cast an illusion spell to make the sound just die off entirely, she would be happy.
When the cave came into view it was a welcoming sight. It means that the first fourth, or half, however you want to look at it, was over. Now it was time for the more exciting part of the job. Walking and traveling was too dull and took up too much time and she found out was a majority of their job descriptions that no one really told them about. Though since they were near the cave's entrance she hoped that the two fighters would soon try to keep their noise down. Sounds of metal traveled quickly in caves and small tunnels. It would be terribly awful for them to attract the entire band at once. It would be such a bother too.
Neven actually said something that she didn't quite want to hit him for though. He actually had a smart idea of checking the surrounding area for any humanoids. She hadn't faced bandits before and didn't really know about their guerrilla warfare that they used too well. Luckily though, one of the party members had gone up against some, or, knows how they think. But after his quick observation, he motioned that it was safe. So either they were able to sneak in, or a scouting team had already noticed them and went in to tell the others of their arrival. She hoped it wasn't the later. It would complicate things and make them a bother to deal with. Well organized teams usually worked best with better intel then a ransack group that hardly knew each other, and, not to speak ill of Neven, doesn't work to well as a whole. Coraline did also wish that this mission would go a lot more smooth then the last mission she worked on with him.
She still remembers his tantrum and how the group split into two, leaving Eliya, Harkon and herself going one direction and Mora and Neven going the other. Luckily though they all managed to make it out alive. Which was either dumb luck or one of the Divine were watching over them. Made no difference to her now because she was in charge of the mages and she had lives depending on her actions and orders. It was now time to see how she acts in combat situations. This mission was probably a test from the higher members of her faction to see just that, how she acted in stressful situations to see if she would be a good candidate for more authority in the guild. If it was, she had no intentions of letting them down or anyone that she was currently working for.
Seeing as no one was really taking charge into leading the untraveled cave, Coraline spoke up quietly. ''After me l suppose.'' Coraline started to step into the cavern and unsheathing her sword. Usually she would have preferred the stealth approach but seeing as the two warriors in the group didn't really give that option, she started to tread lightly despise that. At least hope fully their numbers would seem less if she were successful. Inside the cave, the walls were dark but she could see lighted up rooms further down the tunnel. Life must be around them, she wanted to trigger a spell but it wouldn't be as effective as she would have liked unless she wanted to exhaust more magicka then needed. Though as she quickly recalls, she only knows of one basic life detection spell and it didn't ware her down much at all. She flicked her wrist and quickly she could see purple vapor figures walking around. She pointed to them and used her hands to show how many she saw in each direction. Hopefully if there was going to be a trap, they would be more prepared for it.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:51 am
Daenlin Brallion-Scoundrel☼ ☼ ☼ ʤ ☼ ☼ ☼ -Hillside- Moments before the party came upon the stones of Hrota, a delicate retinue of eight unshod feet made east and south on the landward reach of the hill. They went with haste, and silently crested the hill. They were hardly to be seen amongst the rocks and shrubs, neither from up hill nor downhill did anyone spy their furtive progress. Leaning in behind a great mossy boulder, taking calm and breaths which rose and fell within her breast, Dennilwen took her point at the leading southern end of the small party, who stowed beside her waited in ready. Algaer sat closest beside her, choking his bow grip so tightly that his knuckles stood out almost white against his chestnut skin. His brother Alfaer clutched the long hilt of his claymore, a would-be-calm expression on his face, which would have been convincing if he wasn't staring at no direction in particular. 'Olin huddled small against the stone, almost laying on the ground where she hid. All at once as she took the girl in, Denni registered that the mage was not at all well. She looked as if she'd seen a ghost. Dennilwen wasn't going to have a cart with that. She knelt, hand wrapped upon the hilt of the dagger in her belt- a delicate thumb on the pommel as she staked her watch. Waiting with extreme caution, she signaled to the others before glancing around the stone. As she watched, the armed party gathered around the tiny door of Hrota cave. She spied a man in bright armor beside a very tall dark figure, she supposed a Dunmer, and another figure before them who was very much shorter. Any other figures, and she knew there to be a few more, must have been idling behind the stone, for the space between was quite small. She watched as the smaller figure drew a blade and confidently strode inside. It had all been in that one glance before she dropped down behind the stone, left to speculate and consider her objective with three spineless scamps cringing beside her. She moved, crouching low against the ground, until she knelt over 'Olin, and Algaer slid across the stone to take her point. From right beside her she could see that the girl was quivering. She bent over as close as possible without leaning on the little one and hissed in her ear-
"What's the matter?"
"Th-th-they almost saw us, I could feel it. I looked and saw... C-Coraline"
"Who?" Dennilwen put her hand on 'Olin's shoulder and looked into the young mage's glassy sea-green eyes. The distress in them was infectious. She didn't particularly feel like being comforting, especially not now.
This wasn't a game. Her tone was not conciliating, the question was a demand.
"Coraline, she's from the guild, I don-"
"Get it together" Denni' snarled, yanking Olin to a crouch by her collar and thrusting her gnarled staff into her hands. She all but threw the mage against the stone before ducking aside the rock and looking from the lowest point of cover to see if the party was gone. She couldn't tell, so she abandoned that initiative and took on the other. She saw that this vantage was exactly what she needed. Even from the farthest angle of the rock the vast horizon bent on and on, and the low slung crest of distant rises on the shorelines of westernmost Valenwood undulated through the vastness which marched southward. The greatness of the Abecean sea filled her heart. She watched those distant southern points, a glimmer in her narrow black eyes. A look dawned on her face, of terror, excitement, and devoted joy. It was just as she looked, seeing out in the bright morning which had finally shed its pallor, that a black dot rounded the nearest point and banked rapidly from the distant shoreline. As she watched, a salted wind rolled up the coast from the sea and crossed the hills, caressing her neck and billowing in her ears as it curled around the stone. The dot carried upon that wind, moving in a rapid curve along the shore towards Anvil.
It had begun.-Vestibule- In that narrow place that Coraline had entered, four purple wisps appeared to her as her wrist descended to invoke the spell. She pointed them out, all to the right of the dark passage, idling there as if nothing was going on. The fires danced merrily upon the stone. The queer purple emanations of life force seemed indifferent as they went about their way. The a pair of them patrolled the length of the corridor which opened first upon the right. The farthest and most faint leaned still against a wall, telling of another passage or chamber at the far end of the hall. That impression was very faint. The last one she noticed was strange, because it was very bright. Rightly so, for he stood right there half way down the passage. Just a slender bosmer who stood within the twilight of the cave entrance, entirely ambivalent to his disadvantage, for they held the upper-ground. He wore what looked like a short sword at his hip, and a steel torc around his neck. His hair was black, and stood up on his head like a lick of fire, framed by his tall pointed ears. To Coraline, his figure was suffused with a brilliant purple luminescence, as if a potent energy lay just beneath his skin, and shone through the sack cloth of his shirt.
"G'day. " He welcomed, hailing them all too casually. His eyes were hard to make out, but they appeared to glance about. His stance was not combative- but it wasn't open.-Pit- His grin was wide on his face, bent so close to her, baiting her, taunting her, showing her his true colors. She knew his standard. His eye was like a pane of ice that a moon was shining through, a sheet of ice which she was drowning under, and secunda was mocking her every fruitless swallow for air. The threat was predatory. She was right, he wanted something. Behind those eyes a mind was at work, wheels turning, time ticking, and the occasion was becoming momentous. The insurgency didn't bother him- like he cared. They were too few and too late, and he thanked them internally as the odds ran that they'd rack up some casualties and help him shed this worthless skin. The taper he had set before his rest was in his peripheral vision, the slender flame seeming to hover an inch or so from the sconce. Twenty five minutes, and it would be time to go. He looked at it to direct her attention to the white candle, which having crimson lines upon the length which remained, though they were broken at times by trails of fallen wax, was obviously counting down to something.
Standing slowly, sure to loom over her with threatening magnetism as he did, he turned and snatch a plate from the nearest table. He dropped down again, this time to one knee, and thrust the plate into the air before her face. upon the plate there was a colovian sweetroll. The tall funnel was covered in a thick layer of sugared cream, and smelled very strongly of clove and cinnamon. He moved it back and forth under her chin to waft the odor around. He leaned with one hand on the pillar just over her head, waiting for her to take his bait. The wolves congregated beside him, wagging their tails.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 1:30 pm
Aria Yolan Breir - IMPERIAL LEGION- Captive Aria's impulse was to shrink away from Daelin's maniacal smile, but instead she turned her head to the side. She didn't want him to know how he was affecting her, though he likely did. His eyes still held the same erratic inconsistency she had once known, but now she didn't feel safe. Had she ever? Still he ignored her, and now she was beginning to get concerned. Whatever this was, this wasn't an accident. It was deliberate. For reasons unknown to her, he had wanted her kidnapped and brought to him. What was she to him, some play thing? A trophy? Something to be broken and taken advantage of?
The last time Aria had seen this man it hadn't been pleasant. Granted when they had been children there had been a friendship, but as the two had matured into their teens, Daenlin had shown darker colors. Aria had continued to befriend him for some time, but when the man had traversed into shadowed waters, the blond Nord had put him behind for a time. Her own rebellious nature had, after some time brought them back together, and for a short time she had even been his partner in some less then legal endeavors. But then had come the unexpected and tragic loss of her father. When he had died she left her criminal lifestyle to take up arms for the Imperial Legion. Her father had been a respectable Legionnaire, and following in his footsteps was all she could do to make him proud. Even though he had passed, she would honor his memory. Daelin hadn't taken too kindly to her announcement. They had argued about it for days until Aria finally left one evening under the darkness of night. That had been two years ago, and she hadn't seen him since.
Now, doing her best not to stare into his unbalanced eyes, Aria could only guess what he had in store for her. Reckoning? Retribution? He had always wanted her fully, something she had never give him. Perhaps he meant to take her by force. He directed her attention to the single candle, burning. He was obviously implying a count down to something, but what? She relaxed slightly when he stood, his towering frame leaving their close proximity, but it only lasted momentarily. Soon he was back, dropped on one knee as he offered her a delicious smelling sweet roll. Against her will, she felt her mouth salivate. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth to quickly lick her lips. He was playing a game with her. Well, perhaps she had to let go of her indignation at being kidnapped and play along. "I apologize for my rude manners. Would you please untie my hands, so I can eat? I'm starving."
Aria looked up at him sincerely, her eyes pleading. She was glad she couldn't see herself, if she did she would probably vomit.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 3:35 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : Horta Cave Entrance
Neven figured that at least another one of his fellow Mage’s would have wanted to check out the area before heading side the cave’s entrance. But it seemed that they were more trusting of their fellow mage’s skills than Neven would ever be of theirs. When it came to one’s safety, Neven didn’t place that in the hands of someone else, well other than his wife but that’s beside the point. Neven stood aside to let the warriors go in first, let them put that clicking armor to actual use. Coraline however had other plans has she drew her weapon and disappeared into the shadowy depths of the cave’s entrance. Neven really wanted to call her on her stupidity AGAIN for rushing head long into danger, but he kept quite, if she want’s to rush to her own death let her. If she got herself hurt, then the Guild will know that she wasn’t ready to be given a leadership role.
Once his more heavily armored group members went passed him, Neven stepped in behind them to bring up the rear. Visibility was shitty like always he cursed at whom ever thought using cave’s as a hideaway was a good idea, cave’s dotted the landscape all across Nirn, but the lack of light could be dangerous for both defenders and invaders. To counter the gloom Neven cast one of his Night Eye spells, followed by a strong detect life spell, it was a drain on his Magicka stores but the cost was worth it. He saw Coraline motion to the right, he followed her direction and four purple wisps appeared all to the right of the dark passage, idling there as if nothing was going on. The fires danced merrily upon the stone. The queer purple emanations of life force seemed indifferent as they went about their way. The a pair of them patrolled the length of the corridor which opened first upon the right. The farthest and most faint leaned still against a wall, telling of another passage or chamber at the far end of the hall. That impression was very faint.
The last one he noticed was strange, because it was very bright. Rightly so, for he stood right there half way down the passage. Just a slender bosmer who stood within the twilight of the cave entrance, entirely ambivalent to his disadvantage, for they held the upper-ground. He wore what looked like a short sword at his hip, and a steel torc around his neck. His hair was black, and stood up on his head like a lick of fire, framed by his tall pointed ears. To Neven, his figure was suffused with a brilliant purple luminescence, as if a potent energy lay just beneath his skin, and shone through the sack cloth of his shirt. "G'day." He welcomed, hailing them all too casually. His eyes were hard to make out, but they appeared to glance about. His stance was not combative- but it wasn't open. Since Coraline wanted to be the boss lady, Neven would let her deal with this Bosmer. However Neven did slowly reached down for his swords hilt and mentally prepared a spell of two from the trap that was surely about to be sprung.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 1:42 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : Nothing┃ Wielding : Steel Short Sword┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill, Base Ring of Night Eye and Red Shard┃ Location : Hrota Cave - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inside the cave gave a totally different atmosphere. It was for one, more cold then outside. The airflow had a current flowing from the entrance to down the passageways. A small breeze blew past them, making small goosebumps form on Coraline's forearms. She was calm and although slightly chilled, still comfortable. Outside had a pungent scent of salt while the breeze made her hair feel like it was growing coarse and sticking together, forming clumps of sand, although it would take a while since they were a fair distance from the sea itself, but the feeling was still there. Coraline wasn't too fond of the sea. It wasn't a stable place to gain footing, even if you had sealegs like pirates or buccaneers. Traveling relied heavily on not your skill or abilities but the wind and water currents. Even a great veteran captain was still helpless if the winds didn't pick up. She didn't like that kind of trust in weather. Though some people tend to overlook that small detail and just go for it anyways. They were either brave or foolish in her eyes.
Though a man had approached them. He was, as far as she could tell, not hostile. His ears were elongated, pointed at the tips and he was rather short, a Bosmer she quickly realized. His hair was black though, not much like the regular forest shades, she couldn't make out the color of his eyes in this light and the purple hue of vapor flowing around his figure made it hard to make out small details through the silhouette. Once the spell wore off, his voice sounded in her ears. ''G'day'' His smug, easy welcoming pissed Coraline off though she did not let her face reveal her disgust for this man. He was either foolish, or, following orders: stall them. He wasn't exactly dressed for combat and his stance wasn't aggressive enough to be here to fight though she could see now that his body wasn't exactly defenseless. The way he easily held the sword gave off the vibe that he hadn't survived as long as he had in this profession because of his sly words. His light attire of cloth would made him an easy target.
She could just eliminate him and press on. For a brief second Coraline thought of what she was going to do. Either just slice him down and pray her swordplay was better then him and able to outmatch him quickly before anymore then he could relay a distress call. Though if he was better then her, they did out number him. She saw the people in other rooms and they weren't exactly preparing an ambush. Neven hadn't said much since they had gotten here, perhaps he was either lightening up to the fact that she was his superior and letting her take control or just waiting to see her fail. With her mind decided she planned on trying to handle this diplomatically. This wasn't exactly what she wanted to do at this moment. Putting on a different facade, she tried to seem less threatening and even cheery. Gritting her teeth, she flashed the man a parted lipped smile, letting him see her teeth. Letting loose her jaw, she spoke softly, hoping to not let her voice be carried through the caverns. ''And a good morning to you too, Ser.'' She was smart enough to not curtsey or let her eyes drift from his posture.
She wanted to cut him in half for his smug expression. Just one swift sweep of her blade and she could decapitate him, watch him fall to his knees then topple over because of his dead weight and send his head flailing around. Just be barbaric about this hospital situation and coat the walls and her skin with his blood. It would be a much more simple solution to this pathetic nice act she was playing to this mongrel. If he tried anything, if it be any unkind words, calling for assistant or even motioning for his sidearm, she would cut him down where he stood. Her weapon was already in her hand and she had a plethora of spells at her disposal, this brigand stood no chance against her let alone the party she traveled with. If he some how managed to unsheathe his blade before she could strike him down she prepared to parry his weapon and retaliate with a quick riposte.
''Note, that l don't take kindly to idle threats. So if you'd be so kind, would you please move out of our way, Ser. You are blocking the passage.'' She remained smiling at him, her left hand was pointing at him from her hip ready to shoot a ghastly white bolt of magicka at him. A more complex Illusion spell, Hush, to silence him if he had any plans on calling for back up then in his panic at the lose of his own voice, she would take his life quickly. It was a game of chess. If he took the bait she would take his piece and end the game quickly. Either way, she was hoping she had the upper hand. She wanted to remove this obstacle and press on. Though she had to be willing to act as a diplomat. There was no need for her to give her title.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:23 am
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Fortify Magicka Pants (Fortify Magicka 20 points) Tan Linens, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : NA┃ Location : Horta Cave Entrance
''And a good morning to you too, Ser.'' Neven shook his head, ’There she goes again,’ Neven said mentally, ’showing how naïve she can be.’ Instead of killing the Bosmer bandit in cold blood, she took on the diplomatic approach. Her following reply however surprised Neven a bit, ''Note, that l don't take kindly to idle threats. So if you'd be so kind, would you please move out of our way, Ser. You are blocking the passage.'' So she was taking the aggressive negotiations approach. Neven wasn’t going to admit this anyone, but he did admire the fire this little Altmer possessed. Once she grew out of that youngster phase and matured a bit more, she’d prolly make a decent mage. Still Neven couldn’t resist the urge to make his opinion known, plus this Bosmer needed to know who he was dealing with. ”Best if we just kill this Bosmer scum and move on. He’s a bloody bandit, if we leave him alive he’s just going to show back up with friends and stab us in the back after we move deeper into the cave. I for don’t want to be looking over my shoulder while we rescue yet another pathetic human.” Neven went ahead and pulled his sword from its scabbard to fully make his point.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 4:41 pm
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : Nothing┃ Wielding : Steel Short Sword┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill, Base Ring of Night Eye and Red Shard┃ Location : Hrota Cave - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At first Coraline was surprised at Neven. He didn't act up at first like he usually did. He stayed quiet, for the most part. Which wasn't how she expected him to act at all. Though it was very nice to not hear him yell at how dumb she was being with a racial slur mixed in his words. But him being quiet was a nice change of pace. But his next outburst was all to expected. He was hotheaded and liked to get his views through to people a little too quickly. It was quite bothersome and being the leader a little bit too much of a nuisance. Generally that's how she thought of Neven, being someone a bit obnoxious and annoying, but this was a little too far of a small outburst. She heard his sword being unsheathed. A little too dramatic for her tastes, but he was one known to overreact one just about everything they worked on. As their leader, she knew it was going to be her job to relieve the situation and growing tension. ''Neven, l have the situation under control. l don't think the Mage's Guild would have put me in charge if they did not think l could handle this.'' her words were meant to throw the bandit off his guard instead of anger Neven.
She didn't want to take her eyes of this man, not only was he to be untrustworthy, but he does seem like the type to stab her in the back if he had the chance to. Though did have to give it to Neven and agree with him. This diplomatic solution didn't really seem like the best idea or that it was going anywhere fast. And she had her doubts that the rest of the bandits would be as nice as this man was being. But that wasn't going to slow her down that much or at really at all. They were just going to be small obstacles in their way. She did wish she did use her silence spell on Neven when he started to speak. His words might be to hostile and make the man react less hospitable. With a renewed feeling of confidence she spoke again, still in her hushed tone. ''l apologize for my colleague, Ser. He has the tendency to over react. Don't take it personal.'' she didn't want to upset Neven but knew that there was going to be no easy way to put him down without doing so. She just hoped he would get the hint to be quite or at least hush his voice.
She quickly devised a plan to eliminate this bandit without making too much of a uproar. It would be nice to get through the first encounter without too many troubles. Putting her sword in her left hand, she extended her right for a hand shake. ''l hope there are no hard feelings.'' Though as soon as his hand would be in hers she'd cast a paralytic spell to freeze him where he stood. She'd then lunge her sword below his jaw and pointing upwards so that it would kill him in one swift motion. The less he squirmed the less noise he would make. But that is if Neven would let her get the chance to do this plan. It was wishful thinking to believe that it would go without being halted by someone saying something or just acting like a complete a**.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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