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Post by Uesugi on May 20, 2007 19:02:07 GMT -5
Change boards?
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Post by Dagothkitty on May 21, 2007 6:02:34 GMT -5
Well done Umaril. Er.. eh... I think Uesugi pointed all the flaws out, that I couldn't for the life of me...
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Post by Umaril on May 21, 2007 7:41:08 GMT -5
Yeah, well be able to do more things on the admin panel.
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Post by Uesugi at School on May 21, 2007 13:29:47 GMT -5
No offense, Umaril, but I cannot think of much that needs doing...
I expanded your powers a bit, but really, I can't think of much you'll have to do.
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Post by Umaril on May 21, 2007 16:40:21 GMT -5
It's alright. Need a hand with anything though? Want me to write up lore?
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Post by Uesugi on May 21, 2007 17:24:47 GMT -5
Wait on lore and such until after I've posted all the basic stuff for each nation...
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Post by Umaril on Jan 27, 2008 14:10:57 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty-One: Traitor
The girl disappeared through the dark entrance of a cave. Angrond glanced at the Dunmer and they both nodded. The Nord lit a torch, and they ventured into darkness. They were descending for the past half an hour, so they must have been a couple of hundred feet below the opening above. "Strange place for a village don't you think?" Said Angrond. "Hmm, it's dark down here alright, these people must be descendants of some night-seeing creature." The Nerevarine's eyes pierced the gloom and Angrond thought he saw a flicker of madness in the blood red orbs. He thought nothing of it and continued on.
The ground began to level out under the two men's feet and the passage eventually opened out into a large cavern. The could make out torches at the opposite side. They were arranged in an eccentric circle around some undiscernable obelisk carved from stone. "What's thing over in the torches?" Asked the ranger. "I don't know." Said the Dunmer flatly. He looked expressionless. "Are you alright? You seem a little odd today." The Nord looked into his eyes. The Nerevarine looked up and snapped out of his reverie. "Yes, I'm a bit tired. Day-dreaming I suppose. Come, we must continue." The Nord and Dark Elf walked towards the great monolith. Suddenly, a great chasm opened up before them, spanning the length of the cavern. They began to walk along the edge, searching for some means of traversing the blackness that enveloped the ground below.
Then, out of nowhere a hand pushed him towards the edge. He turned as he fell and saw the face of the Nerevarine, grinning that wicked grin. He grabbed a rock at the ledge and tried to pull himself upwards, but it was in vain. The Dunmer lifted his muck-covered boot and stamped hard on the ranger's hand. The pain was too great and he had to release his grip, crashing to the stone floor twenty feet below. Blackness surrounded him as he fell into a deep sleep...
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The waking was worse than the nightmare - he was strapped roughly to the great stone with large ropes. He lifted his head, and wished at once he hadn't. A huge slug-like creature stood, or sat before him. It's six eyes were focused intently on the ranger. He barked a a few indiscernable words in a guttural tongue and another was at his side in minutes. This one was larger, and arcane symbols glowed on his murky green hide. Shrunken human heads were strapped to a whipcord belt around waist and he held a hideous staff of bones in one of his six tiny arms. A shaman of his kind. He contorted his face into what Angrond presumed was a grin and began to speak in a thick Cyrodiil dialect.
"You are ranger... Winterheart?" The Nord refused to speak. "Be quick, lest we kill human!" Angrond's head was buzzing with thoughts. The Dunmer had betrayed him - to none other than a tribe of black-hearted Sload. It was he who had created the apparition of the lost girl, and he who had lead Angrond to what most likely would be his demise. "Yes. I am the ranger. Who wants to know?" "Foolish white-skin... do not question those who hold you at the tip of the sword. You will answer questions put to you, but do not ask, or you will die." The old Sload was clearly irritated at being questioned. "You shall listen, and you shall listen well."
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Post by DEATH97 on Jan 28, 2008 5:36:17 GMT -5
A great read as usual Umaril. I'm extremely tired at the moment so looking for typo's is useless at this point, but I'll read again on the TES fiction forum later and give you a more proper comment.
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Post by me on Feb 4, 2008 3:28:54 GMT -5
I sorta wish I had played through more of oblivion so that I could tell if you had created the sload or not...
But yes,, it was a good read, though I wish to know the nevarines motivations
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Post by trunkoza on Apr 20, 2008 8:14:14 GMT -5
This is pretty good, before I signed up here, I use to read this story a lot before school. Hopefully, you keep up the good work.
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