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Post by uesugi on Oct 22, 2006 2:26:18 GMT -5
Read through it, and I have to say the story's well presented. *waits on a stool*
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 22, 2006 3:21:48 GMT -5
Great work Dagoth, I really enjoyed that last update!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 22, 2006 15:19:05 GMT -5
im glad you guys like it
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Post by Raistlin on Oct 24, 2006 14:58:55 GMT -5
Read through it, and I have to say the story's well presented. *waits on a stool* *kicks stool out from underneath uesugi* LOVE THE STORY
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 24, 2006 16:06:26 GMT -5
Jarathe had grown tired from all of the battle, but more mentally with the meeting of his father. Jarathe lay his head down on the coarse hard flower sack, which abruptly served as his convenient pillow. Jarathe mind wandered he crept into a state between reality and the fake world that was his mind. The worries of the world faded away, and Jarathe fell into a deep sleep, and dreams are soon to follow...
The red sky shown blood light upon the battlefield. Large flaming balls of destruction soared over head, blasting into the grey stone surface of a large tower. Shouts and yells, and favorably roars, filled the cold night air. The moon glimpsed at the ruckus far below, as it peered through the grey clouds. The imperials, were preparing for their attack. "Fools, this is our moment. you wont deny me my victory!" The growls and roars screamed behind him, and Jarathe stood high atop on a rock, giving him an advantage of view over the battlefield. Thousands and thousands of torches lit the rubble on which each mammoths of armies stood upon. Shouts hurried through the tight ranks of the imperial army, and a volley of arrows soon followed. "Shields!" Jarathe ordered. The army, in a rough unison, brought the protection of their stone shields above their heads, shunning the lethal projectiles from impaling their fragile bodies. "Archers! return fire!" Jarathe shouted over the heat of combat. Without hesitation, the archers came up to the attacking range, and unleashed their soaring arrows, which, landed narrowly, almost making a path. Jarathe ran with his unbelievable speed. " Good my child, they shall fall soon." The watcher, or the veyonds god, the chieftain of the village during the time of the rain spoke in Jarathes head, except now the watcher was a spirit, loyal and caring for his precious children, the veyonds. Jarathe entered the stone tower, and the sound of battle was soon shut out, as the heavy grey stone doors slammed shut behind him. Jarathe followed a set of stairs, heading for the sky in a spiral formation. The hall was dimly lit, only the faint glow of torches placed along the everlasting walls illuminated the darkness.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Jarathe was soon greeted by a large room. The emperors room. It was different then Jarathe had expected, as he had assumed their would be gold, and light, and a huge feast table set alive with scrumptious treats. It was not, it was as black as the stairs he had passed through only moments before. Obsidian took the place of where marvelous jewels and stone should have been, and cauldrons filled with bowling lava lit the room partially, making it even more erie.
"i see you have found me"
Jarathe looked up to see a dark figure wearing a large cloak, which had an extended piece protruding from the back of the neck up, hiding his face even further. And when he turned around, that excuse of life, Jarathe couldn't believe who it was...
"Wake up Jarathe, time for another match my pumpkin!"
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Post by Maliku on Oct 24, 2006 17:54:40 GMT -5
Loved the dream.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 26, 2006 16:12:10 GMT -5
thnx. glad someone posts. ;D
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Post by uesugi on Oct 26, 2006 17:45:21 GMT -5
Another interesting update. (b'')b
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 27, 2006 17:26:10 GMT -5
The blood of thousands had spilled down the ramp which Jarathe was now climbing. The sun peered through the iron gates, and over the stone floor, which had turned red from the countless entrails and organs spewed across it. Jarathe emptied his mind of the thoughts of the peculiar dream, and hurried to the gate.
Oddly, the announcer skipped the "formalities" and lowered the gates. Jarathe was puzzled, but his adrenaline and instinct of combat soon took over.He couldn't see his opponent on the other side, perhaps he was invisible. Perhaps it was a cowardly mage (as all of them were), using his childlike spells to overcome the dimension of reality. Something was wrong, as there were no cheers coming from a top the stands, something that made Jarathe shudder. He looked up into the stands, and didn't find the encouraging cheers of his spectators, but the dreadful sight of imperials. The imperial legion to be exact. They were dressed in their usually grey-as-smoke armor, and had no emotion on their face. They wielded steel bows, and the arrow was already armed and prepared to release. At least ten of them covered the stands, and all Jarathe could remember, was a swift order, and even swifter attack...
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3 hours earlier today....
Legion Captain Montin Clarius, took up the delicate piece of parchment with ease and anticipation. He was always interested in cases involving argonians, because it usually resulted in the torchering or execution of them. Clarius had began to love his job for this reason. Clarius's eyes wandered along the pages with a concerned look, and this is what he read...
Tridas. Frost fall 26, 3E561
I have already won the crowd, a fraction of of the imperial populous, but it was a start. Everyday, or today yesterday rather, i grew closer to the emperor. With every body limped on to the sacred sands of the arena, with every slaying....i draw closer to my ultimate prize. The emperor. Months pass and i shall have him. I plan on returning to the cave soon, and see what i can tell them. Cleanse the land, slay the infidels.
Your child, Jarathe
After the read through, he was bewildered. Without hesitation, Clarius came up with a rather cruel idea of the execution. And it would be so. Kill him.
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Post by uesugi on Oct 27, 2006 18:34:27 GMT -5
Looks like a big fight scene coming up then However, one thing: when is this taking place relative to Oblivion?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 27, 2006 19:48:03 GMT -5
This is taking place before the oblivion crisis, during the reign of uriel septim of some other, though i guess ill have to make up some excuse for uriel not bring the emperor...
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Post by Maliku on Oct 27, 2006 23:09:11 GMT -5
Wow, nice plot twist.
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Post by uesugi on Oct 27, 2006 23:15:22 GMT -5
Dagoth... 3E561 is 128 years after the Oblivion Crisis (circa 3E433 Source (near the bottom))... Sorry, but sometimes the weirdest things bug me...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 28, 2006 11:14:05 GMT -5
oh yeah. sorry, i meant it to be after the oblivion crisis.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 28, 2006 21:50:04 GMT -5
" Jump you fool!"
A voice thundered in his head, and Jarathe was snapped back to reality. Time stood still, and the delicate balance between life and death, on Jartahe scenario, was almost broken. Jarathe felt a power dwelling deep inside of him, and soon it shot up like the orange lava out of a volcano. Jarathe gleamed into the air, his feet hadn't eve moved. Jarathe could feel the puzzled stared bombard him, as their foolish training had prepared them for. Their Training however, could not have prepared them for this. Landing softly on the sand below, which sent the contents up in a spectacular display, he twisted his hand up in front of the many arrows streaming towards them.
The Imperial were shocked even more, as the argonian CAUGHT the arrow in the mid of the air. The firing stopped, and all the soldiers could do was watch in disbelief.
" You fools! Even a child has more sense then you sorry excuses of soldier!"
There was a brief pause, and yet Jarathe kept his head straight and his head even straighter. He pulled back the steel arrow, and hastily snapped the metal in half, and it fell everlastingly to the sand below.
" Now, the sand will not be stained with the blood of slave, but with the sweet contents within you incompetent fools!"
The bars upon the opposite side of which Jarathe emerged, soon bursted open, and an odd looking crew of Brutes swept in. They wore the usual armor of the standard imperial legion men, but they wore black hoods instead of the helmet. They carried two silver war axes, gripped tightly in a vice that was their hands.
No sooner had they arrived, they charged, but it was a silent charge, until Jarathe Broke it. Screaming, he jumped over one of the assassins which countered to him by swinging his axes in a spinning form, but when the joke had turned around, only the air around him he saw. Jarathe was still in the air above him, and coming extremely fast down upon his head, which thankfully was only protected by the thin black cloth. The blade meet with the hood, but nothing happened. No impalement, which should have tore his brain in half, but failed miserably. The hood of Blade turning. Jarathe had never seen such an artifact, and what is worse, which ended his chance at finally meeting the emperor, which finally could win him his revenge, was lost, as he stood dumbfounded on the sand, and from there my friends, something horrible happened.
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