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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 29, 2006 12:26:59 GMT -5
*shoots self*
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 29, 2006 12:46:00 GMT -5
Don't shoot self.. it was good. I'm all caught up now so I give you permission to continue
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 29, 2006 13:14:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maliku on Oct 29, 2006 21:12:02 GMT -5
What did he hit, was it a skeleton or something? Also, I really like the story so far.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 30, 2006 18:27:31 GMT -5
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 10, 2006 18:47:09 GMT -5
" What d'ya spose' we do en' sire?"
We will do what we must, and give a little grief for this fellow, no pain will suffice, so don't tread upon the cruelest of thoughts, linger on."
Jarathe slowly raised his head, ever so gingerly as he felt a surge of pain stab his neck. A golden ray of light penetrated the darkness of the dark stone chamber, and landed in a pool of itself off the left of Jarathe. whispers passed through the halls, as well as muffled footsteps, pounding against the hard floor. Jarathe scolded himself for his foolishness, and to be able to be captured by his enemy, though he gave thanks he wasn't dead. That was something to be thankful for, for no revenge can be acted if the avenger breathes no longer.
He aroused, and snapped back into reality, shaking harshly at the chains attached to the ends of his hands, that ran back up into the dark canopy of the cell. Rats scurried in fear as the strangers drew near, falling into the shadows and watching ambitiously. Blood that had been spilled only hours ago lay in a small puddle below Jarathes dangling feet. The aroma of blood crept up his nose, and Jarathe was reminded of hunger. He was thirsty, and he desired to be quenched, though he saw no possibility of this event taking hold.
A large figure appeared from around the corner, carrying with him a large club and a spectacular amount of keys bestowed upon a iron ring. The clanked clumsily as the figure bounced up and down. He cursed under his breath at the sight of the argonian subdued to the chains. He looked up, exposing his red eyes, only to catch a glimpse of Jarathe. He laughed a devilish laugh, and searched through his immense amount of keys until he finally crossed the proper one. He open the door, slamming the iron bars against the door that held the door up. He swept off to the right, allowing the passing of a robed figure. The robed one looked as a lord might, or even... the emperor. Majestic and magical shapes, insignias, patterns and templates were sewed with gold lace. Forged by only the hands of master clothiers. A shadow cast upon his face, concealing it from existence. A beautiful stone was wrapped around his neck, it was red, like a ruby, and some strange mist swirled freely inside, and this item was the probable object that was responsible for a wave of power in the desolate room. There was a long awkward moment of silence, as the robed one observed Jarathe. Jarathe only starred at the ground, almost as if he knew nothing of the robed ones presence.
The giant outside in the halls turned, scratching and crushing gravel under his enormous boots. He grabed the bars as if his hands were a vice, and with a powerful motion, slammed it, leaving the 2 people to themselves in the damp cell. When the robed one spoke, it was like no voice he had ever heard. It seemed as if some impossible enchantment was placed on him so that his real voice would never be heard. it was deep and cold, and his words did not falter, it was as if the robed one had been preparing for this talk for some time now, and the words almost came out like a poem:
"So you are the one. Jarathe, as many now know. Your name is whispered with ambition through the streets of the imperial city. It's almost like you have become a symbol for..."
And there was a long uneasy pause, and then he finally continued just when Jarathe was nearing to speak out
"Hope"
A smile crossed a side of Jarathes lips, and he almost felt like bursting out laughing, when he remembered he did not know who this was, or how powerful he was for that matter. And so he uttered these words:
" And why, would one be so concerned? For the passings of champions have occurred in the arena, and yet the people do not change. I am nothing but a combatant, looking for a living and a source of income. Though, i am puzzled as to why i was attacked and brought here."
These words were spoken with an attempt to be nonchalant. Jarathe tried to keep as straight a face as he could muster, and waited for a reply. The robed one only starred at Jarathe, or so he thought.
" Would you really expect me to believe such nonsense? as i don't really as much as a fool as what i probably should."
And so he recited the words of Jarathes letter. There was a loud explosion to be heard out side, or above for all Jarathe knew. Dust, stone and dirt fell from there places to the floor, and the whole complex shook. There was a lot of yelling, and the robed one exited the cell nimbly. All Jarathe could do was wait, and that he did.
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Post by Maliku on Nov 11, 2006 13:29:04 GMT -5
Good update and I noticed you never capitalized your I's.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 11, 2006 23:08:29 GMT -5
sorry. Thanks for notcing though.
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Post by Maliku on Nov 12, 2006 16:07:27 GMT -5
Nice avatar.
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Post by uesugi on Nov 12, 2006 20:12:08 GMT -5
*didn't notice that this updated**reads through*
Another interesting update...
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Post by DEATH97 on Nov 12, 2006 20:15:31 GMT -5
Yes for some reason I always miss the Veyonds when its updated... I swear that little (new) button doesn't show up for it half the time... Nice update Dagoth.
And I have my Powers back w00t!!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 13, 2006 17:50:18 GMT -5
congrats. Thanks for viewing. and thanks for the avatar comment mal.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 14, 2006 16:24:07 GMT -5
The voices filled the dark dungeon air. The voices were good to hear, rather then that filthy robed one's annoying tongue. However, these voices were different. They were dark, and low, as the robed one's, but they to had an untaped and undefiened tone.... something hard to explain, that may linger down deep inside them. Blasts were heard, and more debry plummeted from the ceiling above, by which Jarathe couldn't guess how high above it was. Without warning, a blue streak of potential magicka streamed pass, just outside the cell gate. He wished it would have inflicted itself upon the cell gate, so that it may be destroyed, allowing a more probable chance of escape.
And with that the voicesreturned, as well as the muffled footsteps.They were very familar and he recognized them at once, for it would be almost difficult not to. For decades he had listened to them, as they scurry on the wet stone in his cave, Veyond cave. His friends had returned, and many questions fluttered in his mind, but those would have to wait. He was in an unpromising situation, and no doubt this event had aroused a more then a few guards, if they were anywhere near civilization . The strangers appeared, and he assumed right, and he gave thanks to that. He proved himself correct by the odd color that bestowed upon the argonians They had blood on them, and with that remembered his hunger. He craved it more now then ever. He regreted being reminded that he had not fed in a long while. Something, that he wished for would soon be quenched. The doors opened, as the rescuers pulled the door off its hinges with out exertion. Jarathe only only muttered under his breath,
"What took you such a length of time?"
The rescuers only replied with a deep laugh, which seemed to scurry down the hall after the sound of combat somewhere, which took place somewhere close.They hastily departed Jarathe of his bounds, and he fell with a soft thud on the floor below. He moved his wrists happily, and they snapped and cracked.
"How long have i been in imprisonment?" he asked to himself.
Again, these questions had to be put aside. He felt raw from the concealment in the shadows, as if he had been trapped in this hell for aeons . He was comforted, as best as a savage beast can, by his companions and rescuers. One, to his surprise, was Sar'zikja, and a shower of relief poured over him . His white face easily penetrated the darkness that fought under the shade of his red and black hood. With him he had brought 2 warrios, well armed and ready for battle.
"My brothers!" Jarathe announced queerly. They embraced him for a brief moment, and turned aside, revealing , Sar'zikja, standing behind the huddle. He had a upsetting look sprwaled upon his face. Then, a smile spread over his lips, as if they had been sealed for many years, it was unfimiliar . They exchanged embracement , however, it ended quickly as one of the warriors reported,
"Master,with haste, we must leave this hell."
Another veyond appeared, as if he was under a cloaking spell the whole duration of the encounter. Though, he carried a lumbering barrel, and it swayed from the veyonds arms, from side to side due to its wright and mass. It was filled with the explosive powder, which Jarathe remembered on his encounter with the sea-bandits. He exposed a concerned look, and he repeated what his two rescuers did. They moved sloppily out of the way, so that the encumbered engineer could do his duty. He wielded a timber box, and a quiver filled with quenched torches. He set the barrel down with a deep sigh of agony, and started a torch, taking short time to light it. The flames danced around the now illuminated hall. Before the engineer could do any more, a loud clank overcame the sound of combat outside. The engineer turned the corner, and met his demise. Three arrows braced deep in his chest, and blood drizzled out of his mouth . He fell over, eyes dark and , different from which they were moments ago. With this, the torch fell, landing in a small black puddle. The flames dispersed from existence, and darkness fell again. The stomps became louder and clear, and shouts followed behind. The guard must be here. The warriors stuck tight to the shadows, and Jarathe did as well. Sar'zikja spun his hands around another, until a flame flickered from inside the frey of the movement . He released it as he extended his palm, and it fire soared to its target, the barrel of powder. The earth shook, and Jarathe became deaf for a short time, and they jumped into the the hole,darkness below. Jarathe fell for a long time, and the shouts soon faded. Horrid thoughts came into play in his mind on how his landing may take play.
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Post by uesugi on Nov 14, 2006 18:36:29 GMT -5
Good read (and I'm glad I actually noticed it updated this time).
I noticed that the dialogue felt a bit akward in places though, and also, I'm unsure if it's my computer or not, but in some places words seem to have been cut out...
With him he had brought 2 , , and .
The warriors stuck tight to the shadows, and did as well. spun his hands around another, until a flame flickered from inside the .
Then, a smile spread over his face, and .
Yeah, I'm not sure if my computer's wierd or not, just thought I'd say something about it...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 14, 2006 18:57:32 GMT -5
yes, i see. My story made absolouyley no sense. I modified it though. Xd thanks for lettin me know!
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