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Post by shadowknight on Oct 10, 2015 3:31:01 GMT
Brunwulf
"Well," he said with a grunt feeling a tad light headed from bloodloss,"can't say I've traveled with a statue man before..." he took a few steps forward, laying the unbladed end of his borrowed ebony sword on one shoulder, squeezing his wounded arm tight to his torso. "Its time we got going, I need a healer and no offence Coris but your not exactly a priest." He glanced around at all the urns, "mind summoning a few buddies to loot the place, going to need something to sell once we hit whiterun."
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 10, 2015 4:29:31 GMT
Crius
Crius nodded at the quest though he groaned slightly at the memory those guards asking for beds. He snapped his fingers and from oblivion came a sharply dressed dremora. "Greetings sir.....I see you've been on a dungeon run. It's been quite some time since you summoned me, ah yes I remember now you were with that nord wo-" Before he could speak a moment further Crius slapped him in the face. "Don't speak unless spoken to daedra." The dremora didn't feel much pain from that though he did get the point to silence himself. Snapping his fingers once more four skeletons manifested awaiting his orders. "Gather all valuables and load them up into that chest near by the entrance and bring it back here once you finish." The skeletons creaked as they moved into motion gathering all valuables in sight. After half an hour had passed the chest was loaded up and brought forth the sharply dressed dremora. "Take this with you and await my summons once again." Wordlessly the dremora vanished back into the depths of Oblivion alongside the four skeletons.
"Let us move, I grow weary of standing in this decrepit crypt."
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 10, 2015 5:01:35 GMT
Brunwulf
Brunwulf did not object as he made his way towards the exit behind Coris and their new companion, the wolf pup trotting beside him. "So Coris," he called from the rear, "dose the stone-man here have a name? "
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 10, 2015 5:19:36 GMT
Crius stopped in place as he turned his head back to their newest traveling companion "Kendov, fos los hin faan?" {Warrior, what is your name.}
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Post by Knukails on Oct 11, 2015 3:00:32 GMT
"Vo-...Jun". He said. "Name, Jun".
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Oct 11, 2015 12:52:23 GMT
Zafferella
"Aimed you say?" she asked rhetorically, "How interesting."
She looked the Nord up and down pondering her purpose, "Well thank you for your information, it has been very helpful, but I shall not keep you any longer. Have a good day Nord." With that she turned around and walked off into the mountains.
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 11, 2015 15:40:17 GMT
Crius
Crius clapped his hands together. "Well than Jun, welcome to our paltry traveling party. I am Coris and you've met Brunwulf, let us get going." He walked through the exit and decided to go south from here. With his mindset he began the trek further inland.
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 11, 2015 17:08:47 GMT
Brunwulf
As they exited the cave Brunwulf noticed their female companion was gone, 'half way to Solitude by now', he thought, looking at the early morning sunlight shining through snow covered trees. The group continued on, Brunwulf sung nordic battle songs he heard years ago as they went to break the silence. After an hour passed they came upon a snow covered stone road, an old wooden sign pointed in the way to the nearest cities. "Whiterun is this way." Brunwulf said turning to his companions , jumping slightly at the sudden mocking laughter that rung through the air. A leather clad kahjite dropped down from a nearby tree, landing on top a large rock behind the sign, his steel blade glinting in the sun "And you'll never reach it my friends...." he said with a menacing purr as two more men, a nord and dark elf respectivly, with war hammer drawn and spell at the ready."...unless you pay the toll for using this road." "Highwaymen" Brunwulf grumbled, readying the ebony sword with his one good arm, the wolf pup growling at his side
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 11, 2015 17:38:50 GMT
Crius
Crius shook his head, even after two hundred and twenty years his infamy isn't great enough for everyone to not cross him. He prepared firebolts in his hands as he tilted his head slightly, "I suggest you insects leave before I kill you."
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Post by Knukails on Oct 11, 2015 17:58:36 GMT
Jun, missing the context continued walking forward.
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 11, 2015 18:17:10 GMT
Brunwulf
An arrow from an unseen bandit archer zipped through the air, imbedding itself in a tree right in front of Juns face. "Now now," the Khajite hissed , "lets not be so hasty to leave, my friend in the forest has been itching to use his new bow, best not give him cause to fire again."
"Out of our way cat." Brunwulf barked, "this is your last chance, Coris already pointed out."
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Post by Knukails on Oct 11, 2015 18:54:08 GMT
Jun's body language showed his disbelief & confusion. He looked back at his traveling companions & saw that they were braced for battle. Which confused him even more. "Is serious"? He said. "Not strong enough". He looked back to the cat, putting his hand on its shoulder. "Not fair". He shook his head. "I not cruel".
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Oct 11, 2015 18:59:20 GMT
Hjördís Stern-Front
She took in the altmer's scent one last time as the mage left, remembering it could well be useful in times to come. Then she looked around precausiously just in case before shifting back into a werewolf and resuming her run towards towards the outskirts of Solitude.
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 11, 2015 19:12:40 GMT
Crius
Crius was slightly off put by Jun's statement. Too weak? I not cruel? Clearly this warrior had some sense of compassion. He had no time for this nonsense as he actively raised his hand towards the highwayman's heads and visually showed the firebolt preparing in his hand. "Leave or Die."
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Post by SgCombine on Oct 11, 2015 20:40:37 GMT
Solmundr
With his scythe slung over his shoulder, Solmundr whistled cheerfully as he walked on the battered cobblestone road. It had been only a few days since he arrived back in Skyrim, and while he was normally too cautious to walk on the roads, today he was in a carefree mood. Today was going to be a good day he decided. *crack* He knew he was being followed and been for the past half hour. They weren't as stealthy as they thought, the continuous sounds of twigs snapping behind him was a dead give away. The footsteps were definitely of men, bandits he thought.
Casting detect life showed him there was no more than six of them. But why were they waiting so long to attack? Swinging his coin purse, Solmundr exclaimed, "I hope I'm attacked by any unsavory fellows today, I've nary a Septim in my coin purse." As if on que, four sprung from behind the trees and bushes, not bandits, but Imperial Soldiers. "Oh? Unexpected." At the same time an arrow came flying towards his head. He stepped back, narrowly avoiding the arrow, but was suddenly hit from behind with a burst of flames.
The sixth member was a mage, a novice judging by the relatively weak flame that hit him. His enchanted cloak absorbed part of the spell, but it temporarily took his attention away from the soldiers running towards him. Momentarily letting go of the scythe, Solmundr immediately raised both hands, sending a stream of blistering ice at the charging group, then taking another few steps to avoid the archers arrow. Two of the soldiers were hit in the torso, freezing them solid in seconds. The other two, one of them appeared to be the commander, managed to close the distance. Solmundr grabbed the falling scythe and swung it horizontally at the nearest soldier, the sharp curved blade biting into the mans back.
The soldier fell screaming as his commander rushed past him and thrust his sword forward. Solmundr let go of the scythe embedded in fallen Imperials back and hopped backwards, all the while reaching into his cloak to pull out a small, fragile vial of poison. As the commander swung after the hopping ice mage a few more arrows were launched, though they missed by a greater degree as the archer was seemed to be trying not to accidentally hit his commander. "You're quite the swordsman, all that swinging must make you awfully thirsty though. Here, have a drink." Solmundr flung the vial into the commanders face, smirking as the poison from the shattered vial splashed over the Imperial's eyes. As the commander clawed at his face in misery, Solmundr retrieved his scythe.
The archer, having given up trying to snipe him, drew his sword and futilely came to defend his commander, Solmundr froze him before he got too close. He turned back to the commander, however, before he could finish him off, more flames slammed into him. With most of the patrol dead, the Imperial Battle-mage wasn't afraid to hold back anymore for fear of harming friendlies. He ran towards Solmundr while continuous covering him in flames. Solmundr's flesh was ablaze, pain and a familiar memory washed over him.
Numerous vials hidden in his cloak burst. He had been negligent in dealing with the other mage, He couldn't help but chuckle. "It's too late for a ward and too early in the morning for a blizzard." he thought as he casted frost cloak around himself and charged at the enemy. The Imperial mage cursed, realizing he wasn't going to win, turned to run. He didn't get very far, the blade on top of the scythe pierced his spine. Pulling his scythe out of the dead mage, he looked back to where the commander had been but saw that he was hobbling away, already two hundred paces away.
Sighing, "I'm not in the running mood today, not in the running mood at all!" Solmundr yelled after the Imperial. At that, the commander seemed to have quickened his pace. Wearily shaking his head, Solmundr conjures a skeleton archer. "Target practice," he says while pointing at the Imperial commander. The skeleton's first arrow catches the commander in the shoulder, causing him to fall on the ground. As he struggled to get back up a second arrow hits him directly in the face. Solmundr places his hands on the skeletons shoulders, "Those were good shots Mr. Bones, have you been practicing?" The skeleton stared blankly. "Ahahaha, don't be shy about it. I know improvement when I see it." The skeleton continued to stare wordlessly.
He patted it's head, "Alright, alright, back to Soverngarde with you." Sending the Skeleton back, he looked at his burnt skin. Among the liquids that were cooked off by the fire mage were several paralyzing concoctions, now seeped into his body. "Good thing I didn't have any scrolls on me, hah hah." he mumbled as he left the road and walked into the forest. The effects were getting worst as he walked deeper into the forest, his balance was off and he stumbled down. He layed on his back, "I guess healing my skin will have to wait... Oh well, it was still a good day." he thought as he drifted into unconsciousness.
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