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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:28 am
Mannfred had been talking to himself on the way towards the Jerall Mountains, his topic was about tearing and dismembering the next deadra that would get in his way and how he would do it. First disembowel came to his mind then using parazly spell where he would then quickly curve off the Deadra's skin and watch it scream in pain. The last thing to come into his mind after all of his sadist ideas was just a quick and plan death of just removing the head and walking on towards the camp which was his goal.
He soon stopped and also stopped talking to him self as he picked up a very weak voice but mainly the smell of a High Elf and an Argonian. He soon became one with the shadows sneaking towards these two and stopped when they came in sight, he also saw the body of a dead necromancer.
Mannfred’s personality stopped him from hiding in the shadows and he walked towards calmly ”after you’ve killed or him let him live I would like some help in finding Drac'rad Flat-foot’s camp where I’ve heard his been doing some pay back to Mehrunes Dagon. And my reason before you ask is that I wish to help him in his pay back with Mehrunes Dagon and don’t worry the only thing I wont in return is the chance to tear apart any deadra and Dremora that gets in the way” Mannfred said smiling slightly and then looking over at the dead necromancer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:12 am
Lucifer jerked away, a loud noise was made less than fifty feet away. He quickly hopped to his feet and pulled out his dilapidated bow. He grabbed an arrow, and looked for his target. He saw a massive beast, a Daedroth, searching for something, most likely something to eat. Lucifer let his arrow fly and hit the Daedroth in the back of the neck, killing it instantly. Lucifer hurried over to the beast and began taking it's teeth. It's teeth could be used for an effective Poison of Burden. Lucifer quickly casted a Minor Life Detection spell, and looked for anyone or anything nearby. Nothing was nearby so Lucifer pulled out his repair hammer and repaired all his armor and weapons. After he was finished, he pulled out his alchemy set and went about combing the alchemical properties of the Daedroth teeth, boar meat, Fly Amanita Cap, and a piece of Bloodgrass. He poured his concoction into a bottle, and then storing the bottle in a small pouch of poisons, separate from his potions. Lucifer looked around, his spell still in effect, and saw two or three more Dremora.
Damn... they realized I hadn't left sooner than I thought they would...
Lucifer quickly snuck out, taking out as many Dremora as quietly as he could. Lucifer ran out of the destroyed city and began running towards the way the Dremora didn't think he was. The Jerall Mountains.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:02 pm
((Three things I think I should comment on here: First off, it's Winter (Sun's Dusk is the equivalent of November) in the Jerall Mountains. That means that it's almost definately below zero degrees Fahrenheit. Norid and Drac'rad are both Destruction Mages, and so even though they are cold-blooded (both Argonians), they can protect themselves from the cold with fire spells. Unless everyone else has some sort of resistance, they should be reacting to the temperature.
Also, high-ranked Dremora are insanely rare here, to keep realism up. I'll add this graph to the main posts with the rest of the Dremora information, but this should help you with what Dremora you might find randomly in this roleplay:
Churls -- 80% of Dremora Population.
Caitiff -- 10% if Dremora Population.
Kynval -- 5% of Dremora Population.
Kynreeve -- 3% of Dremora Population.
Kynmarcher -- 1% of Dremora Population.
Markynaz -- .7% of Dremora Population.
Valkynaz -- .3% of Dremora Population.
In other words, you will probably never see more than one Valkynaz or Markynaz anywhere except near Mehrunes Dagon. I know it's not quite the same as the game, but I intend the Valkynaz to be much stronger than our characters, so it's best if they aren't roaming in packs around Tamriel. It also seems more realistic, since the Valkynaz are Mehrune's personal guard and would be very rare.
Lastly, no one knows that Norid and Drac'rad are related. I know no one has called them brothers, but I figured that I should point it out before anyone did.))
Norid eyed Kinas carefully as he spoke, taking in every word and searching for any alternate-meanings, but when he couldn't find any, he backed up two steps and took the scroll roughly from Kinas while keeping his dagger held up defensively.
"It annoys me that my reputation precedes me," Norid said as he read the scroll from the corner of his eye, "One month ago, no one knew my name because my victims couldn't utter it past their slit throats. I suppose that's another thing that Dagon will have to pay for; I don't enjoy being famous.
"So...you say that....you... Good Lord Boethia, is this letter true?" it was a rhetorical question, and Norid tried to continue without waiting for an answer from Kinas. However, he heard Mannfread's footsteps crunching through the snow nearby, and he quickly whispered to Kinas, "The camp is about two miles to the Northwest, at the foot of the Mountains. There are paths leading around the mountain peaks, with bridges leading in-between. Follow them and you'll get to the Camp. I have to get this message to Drac'rad.
"Thank you for giving me this message, even if it was just to save your own life. Meet Drac'rad and me at dawn and we'll figure out some way for you to help out. I've little interest in dealing with whoever is trying to sneak up on us."
Norid turned just as Mannfred stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself openly, then sheathed his dagger, rolled up the scroll Kinas had given him, and bolted, jumping off the edge of a mountain and sliding down the snowy surface to avoid confrontation. He didn't even hear what Mannfred had said; he needed to get this message back to the Camp, and nothing was going to slow him down.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:21 pm
Kinas was shocked and relieved that he lived. But he now had another problem to deal with. A vampire, he thought to himself. After the Vampire finsihed saying what he had to say, Kinas didn't feel as worried. "So, you would like to join Drac'rad also? As long as you don't drink my blood, we can go together." Kinas eyed the Vampire carefully, taking in every aspect as he could. Kinas then remembered the ten scolls he was carrying, of his closest friend's make. He took them out of his black robe. "And since you and I shall be allies, I would like you to take these. They Fortify your fire resistance by 50% for 2 minutes. They arent the best, but they should help you survive anyone or anything that assualts you with fire." He held out the scrolls, all ten tightly bound. "I particualary like the type of scroll you dont have to read, for during combat you really do not have time to read. All you have to do is cut the leather string and the effect shall take place." He continued to study the Vampire carefully, wondering what his next move may be...
((I'm using the term Vampire since In kinas' mind, he doesnt know the name Mannfred))
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 2:59 am
Lucifer was barely farther than he was when he began walking up the Jerall Mountains and was rummaging through his pack. He found a ring that he found on one of his dead comrades when fleeing with the Molag Bal worshipers. It had a powerful enchantment on it, 60% resistance to frost. After putting it on, Lucifer casted Glacial wall, and continued walking. Lucifer felt much more comfortable in the surrounding weather. He stopped a while later, starving. Lucifer piled twigs and pieces of wood into an enormous pile and casted a fire spell, starting a bonfire. He then began pulling out a large pan and a large heap of bear meat. Lucifer cooked it, and began eating the cooked meat. Lucifer made sure to stay very close to the bonfire, very grateful for the fact he was highly resistant to fire.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 7:37 pm
Dawn was hardly an hour away as Drac'rad read the letter from Norid carefully, his eyes riddled with a mixture of fear, confusion, and anger. His hands tightened around the paper in fury as the words passed by his eyes, and when he finished reading the letter, his brilliant green eyes glared up at Norid and Grejori, who had been awakened by Norid.
"We tell the Divines," Drac'rad said immediately, and neither Norid nor Grejori complained about his decision. Drac'rad grabbed his helmet from the table beside his bed and started toward the exit before he had even finished putting it on.
"Praise Akatosh," the voice of a Dunmer soldier in Drac'rad's platoon came from a few feet away, apparently someone who had stopped sleeping some time ago. "Drac'rad," his voice began to rise, "y-you're--" he was cut short as Norid rushed forward and grasped the Dunmer by the throat, pressing his sharp claws into the unprotected neck of his victim to quiet him.
"Whatever you think you just saw, forget it. Any individual that Commander Drac'rad may resemble is complete coincidence, and we will not have anyone spreading false rumors about him. Tell anyone what you saw, and I'll be forced to silence you and any who you've told. Don't risk other people's lives because you couldn't keep your mouth shut."
The Dunmer nodded, his eyes wide with fear, and Norid let go of his neck. Drac'rad finished putting his helmet on, and the Dark Elf spoke protestingly, hoping to get a different answer, "But Drac'rad, Sir," he started in a whisper, "You could win this war by yourself! You--"
This time it was Drac'rad who cut him off, "No, Soldier. I can't win this war. Norid is correct. Anyone who I resemble is not who I am now. I am just an Argonian; nothing more. Understand that, if you're wrong, and you tell anyone about what you saw, it could ruin the morale of everyone here by giving them a false hope. I don't like murder, but Norid has no reservations with killing those who have wronged him, and he wants this war won just as much as I do. Forget what you saw, and act as though it never happened, and no one will be hurt by my identity."
Drac'rad left without waiting for a response, followed by Norid and Grejori, who both shot the Dunmer threatening glances.
They sat in the exact same places around the table with the Daedra Princes and Divines, who seemed to have stayed sitting throughout the night. Boethia nodded to Norid and Grejori, while Azura glared angrily at Drac'rad. Drac'rad put the letter in front of him, and when everyone had finished reading it, Talos was the first to speak.
"I think it's safe to assume that Mannimarco is planning an ambush."
"Is it?" Boethia interrupted him, "It doesn't seem like the way to procure information like that if he wanted to ambush Drac'rad. A better way would have been to contact an easily-manipulated member of the camp and bribe him for the information."
"Then what is it?" Drac'rad asked, "If he wanted to help us, he would have sent the message to me or one of my Commanders, not to someone I've never met."
"No," Azura replied to Drac'rad, "Necromancers regard any individual associated with the Imperial Military as untrustworthy. If you had gotten a note like that, what would you have done?"
"Considered it a trap, because Necromancers are inherently untrustworthy," Drac'rad replied simply.
"Exactly," Azura responded, "Better for the Necromancers to show up and help within the Oblivion Gate to prove their loyalty. And what's this about the Mages Guild? The Arcane University is gone. The Mages Guild is as good as destroyed."
"There's the Orrery in the Summerset Isles, isn't there?" Grejori spoke in his high-pitched, raspy voice, "That's a part of the Mages Guild, and an important part, at that. Any still many Guildhalls throughout Tamriel."
"But then how was this man supposed to know how strong my army is?" Drac'rad asked, "I've never met a Kinas that I remember. Not even in my travels with the Nerevarine, and he met quite a few people. He's not a member of my platoon, either, and certainly not one of my Superior Officers."
Finally, Norid, who appeared to be deep in thought, spoke, "I say that we contact Mannimarco and give him the information."
"Explain," Kynareth's strange voice said in a tone that was almost angry.
"Well, what can Mannimarco do to us? We know that his headquarters were in Cyrodiil, so he probably lost most of his followers when the Daedra appeared. If he wants to help, he would be helpful, and if he wants to attack us, we could eliminate him now before he becomes a great threat. If we don't tell him, we're going to have Necromancer assassins attacking Kinas while the army is sleeping, and that wouldn't be good."
"The soldiers wouldn't approve of working with Necromancers, especially those from Morrowind," Stendaar remarked.
Norid was quick to reply rudely, "Since when did we start caring? Tamriel is in danger of being more inhospitable than the Ashlands of Vvardenfell; a few soldier's prejudices shouldn't stop us from recruiting all the help we can get."
"And if he's working with Mehrunes Dagon?" Drac'rad asked his brother.
"This is Mannimarco," Grejori said matter-of-factly, "He's got more pride than Mehrunes Dagon himself, and he wouldn't work under the Prince of Destruction. And to answer your remark about prejudice, Stendaar, these soldiers are already working with one Necromancer," Grejori pointed at himself, "and they wouldn't have any problems with it if the Necromancer turned out to be a helpful soldier. We hire in a few Necromancers to our army, and they stay hidden until their first fight. After they win, the soldiers consider them too important to kill."
Everyone present saw Grejori's logic, and before anyone could argue the point, Talos said, "Tell this Kinas to contact Mannimarco, and give him very vague information. The kind of information that Mannimarco would already know. You are dismissed."
Grejori, Norid, and Drac'rad rose and left, heading to the edge of the camp to await Kinas's arrival.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:39 am
"Do not worry you're pretty little neck my High Elf friend....i dislike the taste of High Elf blood so you will be just fine...High Elf....now i will give you my name and you will give me you'res so that we stop calling each other vampire and High Elf right now"Mannfred said in his twisted, evil and plesure filled voice was a insane smile across his pale but yet colorfull skin.
"I am Mannfred a legend among vampires and who has slain many a Vampire hunter... and i thank you for the scrolls they may be handy at some point maybe in battle or lighting a fire"Mannfred grinned sliding the scrolls into the cloth side of the corset/belt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:32 pm
Kinas' eyes widened in shock. He had heard of a vampire named Mannfred from some Vampires he questioned."Ah, the legendary Mannfred. I am surprised that I of all people shall be graced with your presence. I am Kinas, a mage of considerable power. I mainly specialized in the killing arts of magic, or Destruction magic as it is commonly referred to, and in the summoning arts, or known as conjuration." Kinas knew of Mannfred's power and feared it. He was glad that Mannfred was on his side, or else he would be dead by now. "Well then, shall we leave? I really desire meeting Drac'rad in person. Oh, as we set off, There are a few things I would like to discuss. The first, is if you have ever met a Vampire hunter who was also a necromancer, named Boclair? She was the one who made those scrolls and was also a good friend of mine. She last left to hunt you down, and I'm not sure if she has died or not. If she met you, maybe she has. And don't worry, I'm not a Vampire hunter myself, but I have been associated with...The Dark arts before..." In that brief moment Kinas realized why Mannimarco contacted him...
Kinas, damn you, you better have good news for once!" Mannimarco yelled at Kinas as he entered the room. "Shut it, its not easy trying to fool the Mages guild. If they found out that I knew where you were, I'd be dead! Now then, on too their plans." Kinas sat down in the shadows. He knew Mannimarco for most of his life now, and was sure that if Mannimaco was in a bad mood, he would kill anyone, even his closest friend. "The Mages guild has been rooting out the practice in Cyrodil. I do not know why, but it concerns me." Mannimarco got a look of anger in his face, "So are you saying that they may know I am coming?". "Yes, my friend, and I am sure that they will hire many men to find you, and hunt you down themselves if they have to. And now I shall leave, their suspiciousions are already high for me. I will not be able to contact you for some time. Goodbye my friend, live well until you can become a Lich yourself." Kinas walked out of the room and headed back to the Arcane University.
Kinas had trouble paying attention to Mannfred as he remembered that moment...
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:55 pm
As Orgim Gro'bash patrolled the perimeter of the camp, he noticed Drac'rad. Knowing that this was maybe his only chance, he headed towards Drac'rad, wanting to reveal his true identity to him. As he neared, he removed his Steel helmet but kept the robes covering his Daedric armor on. As he entered shouting distance, he called out to Drac'rad. "Sir! May I speak with you?" Orgim shouted.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:50 am
Lucifer continued up the mountains, growling. He was very upset about the weather now. True, he was wearing a ring that protected him from frost 60%, and every once in a while had to cast a spell that gave him another 30% frost protection, but he was still angry with the weather. He just didn't like it. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He was so upset that he didn't even notice that he walked into a camp.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:33 pm
Drac'rad turned to the sound of Orgim's voice instinctively, and Grejori and Norid stopped short as well. He heard Grejori growl harshly, and it occurred to Drac'rad that Grejori despised every non-Khajiit race, save for Argonians, and regarded them as warmongering inferiors.
"Norid," Drac'rad began sternly, "take Grejori back to the Barracks and start getting the troops ready."
"Fine," Grejori spat angrily, "I hate the filthy Orcs more than any other."
Drac'rad returned his gaze to Orgim, and spoke calmly and politely, "Yes, soldier? What is it that you wanted?" He recognized the Orc's attire as one of the members of his platoon, a swordsman of incredible skill. Drac'rad assumed that he wore steel armor under his robe, since he had only ever seen his helmet, but he wasn't sure.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:35 pm
"Drac'rad Flat-Foot, it is I, Orgim Gro'bash, Master Swordsman. I am glad that I am finally able to reveal my true Identity to you. May I move closer, sir?", Orgim said calmly. He noticed the two black silouettes moving back into the camp. Damnable Khajitt, he thought to himself, can't stand Khajiits, to sneaky. He fingered the handle of his Fine Steel Longsword sheathed onto his belt, wanting to reach for the sword on his back.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:40 am
"Lets see....Farna..gevlon...arh yes a Boclair...i belive i let her live after cutting off her arm..i hoped to set an example out of her for others not to show their faces in my Lair"Mannfred said sounding pleased as he rembered. That he didn't cut it off more like slowly ripped it off and gave her a wound in the leg and watched her crawl out of his Lair"she should bealive unless she didn't get very far with that leg"Mannfred said smiling his insane smile.
"And i knew that you were associated with the dark arts it was the smell that all Necromacners have but you'res seemed a little weak maybe beging with the Mages guild too long"Mannfred said turning around"well lets go the sooner we get their the sooner i can start ripping Deadra and demora apart"Mannfred said happily.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:43 pm
"Well, Mannfred, I know exactly what happened to her. She had her arm ripped off, not cut off. I found her body. I warned her it would be her death, but she never took my advice. I congratuate you, even though her power was no match for you. She was a strong warrior. Now then, lets go to the camp. I've heard one of my old friends is already there." Kinas wasn't angry. He already knew she'd die. "Oh, and Mannfred, do not insult me by saying I'm with the mages guild. Those bastards disgraced me years ago. I no longer have anything to do with them, unless you count slitting their throats when they are asleep." After he said that, he pulled out a small vial and drank the entire vial."Let's go. I'm sick of being here."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:52 pm
"How sad just slicing open their throats.....you really have no style what so ever in that area, don't just kill them tear them apart lim from lim pieace by pieace and make sure each wall is covered with their blood or internal organs"Mannfred said thinking of how many ways he could do it.
With that a evil insane smile creepted across his face but soon it faded away"You where part of them at one point before slitting their throats but slitting their throats must of been so enjoying wonting to do it for so long and finally getting to do it to spill their blood on you're hands and the floor."Mannfred said.
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