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 Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 4:40 pm
"Do not put words into my mouth. I never said, nor implied, that you were a weak soldier. After all, the only way to enter this faction is to pass a very rigorous test. Apparently you passed. But lets get one thing straight. You see my partner and I here work on our missions alone since the last incident. Besides, that farmer had alot of time alone to train himself, the swordsman was of age and of weariness." Halandir said, watching the boy and his stick, wondering just exactly who he thought he was.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:15 pm
"I'll give you that. And I appoligize, you are much more expierience in these matters." He bowed to the two men. "My name is Mel Hakumei, Mage and farmer, and fairly proficient with a quarterstaff, but nowhere near good enough to beat either of you, I just like the story."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:38 pm
Halandir smiled. "Remembering folk tales and the moves the heroes did won't save you in combat, Mel." He turned and faced Ogrim. "What do you think, Grim? Should we let the boy come?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:06 pm
Mel muttered a few words and made a few hand motions. Purple smoke swirled around the emerging form of a flame atronach. It stood, waiting for orders. "Does that convince you?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:38 pm
"Anyone can mutter incantations, boy. Magic does not impress me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:11 pm
Orgim gritted his teeth. "What have I told you about calling me nicknames, Halandir?" He said through his clenched teeth. "Magic is worthless against the masters of stealth AND magic. And Halandir, I myself am wondering if I should prove this farm boy's worth myself." Orgim said, drawing his daedric sword. "So, Halandir, will you prevent a little 'practice'?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:16 pm
((Now for my longggg thingie))
Ra'Noa was desperately trying to get his horse to move. Finally getting off he tried pushing it and leading it, but all the tired horse did was get bloody foam at its mouth and die. Ra'Noa's eye twitched as he stared at his now dead horse. "Damn horse! Now how will I carry all of that...?” He said quietly to himself, considering whether to raise it or carry all his stuff himself. So he raised it with a quick spell.
There was quite an uproar and several guards started chasing him. Soon all escape routes were cut off (by angry people) and the only option was to cross the bridge into the Imperial City.
Ra'Noa hopped on his now skinny undead black horse and rode quickly down the bridge trying to avoid all the guards. Now that the horse was undead it ran much faster so that the bridge was not much of a problem. When they reached the Talos Plaza gate it was thankfully open due to some coming in shipments. They jumped into the small open space and made their way into the Talos Plaza.
That accomplished Noa now made the horse run toward the Palace area. “Now to cross to the Arboretum and get out of this crazy place.” He said to himself again as the horse jumped over confused people. He noticed that its rump started to resemble a porcupine as more arrows lodged their way in the decaying flesh.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:36 pm
Halandir grinned and stepped back. "No, I will not, Ogrim. Just don't kill him. We can't afford anymore Silver Blood on our hands." He sat down and watched, anxious to see the boy's skills.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:44 pm
"Can't make any guarentees, my friend. Better put the map away. Don't want his blood on it." Orgim said and chuckled. "Ready yourself, farm boy. Land three strikes on my right hand and you can come."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:56 pm
Halandir rolled up the map and waited for Mel to make his move while giving Ogrim a serious look. "I'm serious, Ogrim. Don't kill this one, through his arrogance there is potential. The Knights will have use for him."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:03 pm
"As I said before, I can NOT make any guarentees..." Orgim replied, putting his guard up.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:10 pm
Halandir frowned and sat down. He then looked at Mel with a frustrated face, his voice full of a sense of giving up. "You're on your own, kid."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:13 pm
((Feel's ignored))
Noa's horse running away rampage continued. Now he made it into the Palace area, but thats where his luck started running out as several Silver Blood members (just random guys) showed up. He was cornered from all sides at the Palace with guards and Silver Bloods closing in. "Not my day..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:18 pm
OoC: Unfortunately, "Mel" isnt on anymore. So I'm gunna move on and give kitty some attention.
A Silver Blood Knight ran into the room and looked at Ogrim with his blade drawn and looked confused for a split second. But he looked at Halandir and said, with strain in his voice. "Sir, there is a Necro outside. We believe he may be a spy, but we need your help."
Halandir nodded and stood up. He looked at Ogrim. "Due as you please Ogrim, just be easy on him." He ran outside, with his bow unslung off of his back. There, he saw an undead horse with a pale looking man ontop of it. He then yelled with anger filling his voice. "Fool! You, a necromancer, have come to our home and threatened our people. Surrender! Or death will come on swift wings to your black heart."
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