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Post by Umaril on Dec 30, 2006 18:55:32 GMT -5
It's a good luck charm
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Post by me on Dec 30, 2006 21:08:29 GMT -5
But how would he...nvm I'll stop complaining...because I like this story and want you to write the next update.
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Post by Umaril on Dec 31, 2006 9:14:19 GMT -5
Alright, it actually doesn't matter where he has it anyway. I'll take that part out of the story.
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Post by Umaril on Dec 31, 2006 13:21:59 GMT -5
Chapter Seven: Story of Andraste Wolfbane
Angrond observed the audience chamber. It had a beautiful white marble floor with a few rugs of reddish colour strewn about on it. The walls were of granite and many tapestries covered them, all depicting war scenes. In one, there stood a barbarian man holding a bow - remarkably like Angrond's family heirloom - he was atop a mountain of dead bodies. At his side was a longsword with designs matching the bow. Angrond felt strange and wanted a closer look at the tapestry, however, he was interrupted by the steward opening the door behind him.
'Hello, there Angrond.' He said.'Let me introduce myself; Thorval, the steward of Fort Evermoon. Now, I have a proposition in which you may be interested.' He sat down at the other side of the desk. The steward was a skinny man, almost a skeleton with tightly stretched skin, and he had a large moustache. He wore an outfit of unknown material - some sort of silk - and it had a collar of fur. 'As you by now already know, the count was abducted yesterday. Men with dark armour caught us in an ambush, however, it ended quite fast. Once the largest man had picked up the count, they rode off into the west. I have figured out now why they have taken him.' He paused and stroked his moustache.
'Go on.' Said Angrond impatiently. 'Our count is a collector of sorts, he has obtained artifacts that most men could only dream of. On his travels he came across a book, a book referring to a great warrior named Andraste Wolfbane. This man held many great weapons; believed to have forged by Talos' smiths. He found them himself one day in a ruin near Falkreath, almost four hundred years ago. He fought the Orcs of Orsinium with these weapons and won many a battle with them. In one great battle however, he and his army were killed and his weapons lost.'
'So no-one ever found them again?' asked Angrond. 'No, supposedly only the count knows about these weapons, on the very day he was taken we searching for clues to their whereabouts. But now it seems that another knows of them aswell, the man who sent those warriors after us; Rothvor Throser. A necromancer king - yes, a king, for he has become famous - infamous rather, in the Tamriel and his symbol is a silver raven. We need you to travel to Cyrodiil, to an Ayleid ruin called Lorendava. Throser will be there, you will disguise yourself as a necromancer and meet with him. You must learn the whereabouts of the weapons and why Throser wants them. There is a picture here of the weapons, well, the bow at least.' Thorval pointed to the tapestry with the barbarian man. A shiver went down Angrond's spine, the bow seemed far too familiar to his liking.
'That's Wolfbane?' Said Angrond. 'Yes, indeed it is. He is standing atop a mountain of Orc bodies.' Replied Thorval. 'If I were to learn of and aquire these wepons, how much would be in it for me?' 'Well, the count would have to be freed first first, that alone would earn you 3000 gold pieces, and finding the weapons would earn you let's say.....2000 gold.' 'Well, looks like I'm going to Cyrodiil then. Farewell My Lord!' Angrond rushed out of the chamber with a spring in his step before the steward could say a word.
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Post by me on Dec 31, 2006 13:37:24 GMT -5
You don't have to take it out of the story... keep it in. I couldn't live with myself if I were to tampper with anothers story like that.
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Post by Umaril on Dec 31, 2006 17:10:56 GMT -5
No, it's better than it was before now that he doesn't have the bow. I'll exalt you because you made the story better.
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Post by me on Dec 31, 2006 18:18:54 GMT -5
Well if I made it better then I won't have to be so guilty...
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Post by Umaril on Jan 2, 2007 11:01:54 GMT -5
I have just updated Chapter 5
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Post by Umaril on Jan 2, 2007 11:02:35 GMT -5
Chapter Eight: A New Province
He knew it; that bow was his and it was sitting in a chest at his home. However he would have to find all of the weapons for the steward to be happy. Angrond travelled through the night, he arrived back at the house by early morn and retrieved the bow. Jered was out so he left a note on the table:
'' Jered, I have to travel to Cyrodiil for there is a necromancer that must be dealt with. Why go that far just to find a necromancer, you might ask. Well, let's just say he'll be worth his weight in gold.''
Angrond stuffed the bow in his backpack and set off trampling through the wood.
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Five days later, Angrond crossed the Skyrim border into Cyrodiil. It was much warmer and he found it harder to travel. The snow had started to disappear off the Jerralls and instead a green land was lain out before his feet. He travelled South-East and missed the city of Bruma but arrived instead at a lonely inn. A sign swung in the wind outside and it read: The Roxey Inn. A legion soldier sat on a bench, drinking from a pewter cup.
'Hello there, citizen.' He said. 'It's good to see a new face around these parts, business is only starting to pick up around here after the Oblivion Crisis.' 'Yes, we had trouble in Skyrim from Oblivion aswell, but I hear that a great warrior has closed those demonic gates and sealed them in The Void forever.' Said Angrond. 'True, but a new threat has arisen, what with this necromancer king trying to take over Cyrodiil.' 'You know of him?' sais Angrond in a questioning tone. 'Yes, everyone knows of him, his plots of conquering have drawn in many more necromancers to his armies.' Replied the soldier. 'They have been attacking legionnaires on the roads all over the province.' 'Well, thanks for the information, farewell.' Angrond walked into the inn.
There were a fair few people in the tavern, a young Nord woman stood behind the bar, handing out drinks to some mercenaries. An old redguard man was asleep on a chair near the door and a man wearing a dark hood over his face was sitting in a dark corner watching the door. An old Breton man was lying on his back and draining a barrel of Ale while the mercenaries cheered him on.
'Hey! Baurion, put that barrel down!' The barmaid said in a wicked tone. He dropped it straight away. 'Sorry!' He said in a small voice. Angrond walked up to the bar and began talking to the barmaid. 'How much is a room for the night?' He asked. 'Oh, that'll be ten gold.' She replied. 'It's nothing special, but I'm sure you need a rest.' 'I was wondering if you knew anything of the troubles plaguing Cyrodiil from the necromancers.' Said Angrond. The man in the corner straightened up. 'Well, I've heard of these troubles but I don't know anything about them, sorry.' She said in a hushed tone. 'Just don't go talking about them freely like that, there's some people going around just like you and they have ended up dead the next day.' 'The Mages Guild, by any chance?' Said Angrond, quieter this time. She nodded.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 4, 2007 16:31:58 GMT -5
Chapter Nine: The Necromancer
Angrond noticed that the man in the corner was very nervous now. He shook incontrollably as the ranger began to approach him. Then, with a quick jump, he bolted for the door. Angrond took a bottle of ale from one of the mercenaries and threw it. It spun in the air and smashed on the back of the man's head; knocking him unconscious. Angrond walked over to him and dragged the unconscious heap upstairs to his room. He waited a while until he woke up before cutting his travelling robe with his dagger.
'A necromancer.' He declared as he saw the symbol. A claw holding a skull in it's palm, coloured a dull red colour, set on the black backround of the robes. The man groaned but he sharpened up when Angrond let a shout at him. 'Oi! You filthy grave digger! Listen to me!' The man backed up against the wall. 'You know where Throser is?' 'Y.......es, I know of him. Plll.....ease - don't kill me.' A look of severe fright was in his eyes. 'He's in Lorendava, it's on an island in he Abecean Sea. I can't say any more, just let me go!'
He threw a fireball, which set Angrond's cloak on fire, and made for the door. Angrond grabbed his leg and hastily put the fire out by stamping on the flames. The man - now on his face on the floor - let out a squeal as the ranger picked him up with one hand. He pulled him back inside the room, put him up against the wooden wall and shoved the dagger through his neck; pinning him to it. He took the robes from the corpse and stuffed them in his backpack as they would come in handy when he reached the ruin.
Angrond walked calmly back down the stairs and flipped a coin over to the mercenary off whom he took the ale. He walked outside without a backward glance and made for the open road, for it would be no use staying at the inn as there was a guard standing outside it. He would have to find a campsite this night. About two miles down the road, Angrond came upon a bridge, it was the only bridge in Cyrodiil that spanned the Niben river. A man stood waiting just ahead - a Kahjiit in fact - and he drew his battlaxe when he saw the ranger approaching. He rushed forward madly and swung his hardest. Angrond blocked his clumsy attack and simply pushed him over the edge of the bridge, knocking him into the icy depths of the Niben far below.
'Highwaymen... they never learn.'
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Post by me on Jan 4, 2007 17:32:09 GMT -5
That Highway man just got owned. He should get a stamp that says property of Argound Winter Heart
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Post by Umaril on Jan 5, 2007 6:20:02 GMT -5
Chapter Ten: The Niben Valley
Angrond continued along the bridge - Half a mile it must have been - until a fort came into view. The fog made it hard to see but he noticed it was built in the Alessian style. Many ruined watchtowers surrounded it and the fort itself was crumbling with age. A small fire was lit outside it and two men wearing heavy armour sat beside it. Angrond moved closer. The sun was sinking and he would need to set up camp before dark. He drew his bow as one of them stood up and walked out of the ring of firelight. The ranger nocked an arrow and let fly. It punctured the man's rusty iron armour and he fell to the ground, clutching his chest.
Next he moved up behind the second man. He was whistling and didn't hear Angrond sneak up behind. The man had a dagger strapped to his girdle next to a small bag of gold. Angrond had no dagger, as his silver one was holding a necromancer to the wall at Roxey Inn. The ranger took a coin from the bag and threw it at a rock, making a loud 'Ping!' The man turned around and gave a shout. 'Hey! Korrick, cut it out, you're giving me the shivers, what with these necromancers roaming around! Angrond quickly pulled the dagger from the belt and stuck it in the man's neck. He held his hand over his mouth so he couldn't warn any other bandits or creatures of his prescence.
Angrond stamped the fire out and layed his bedroll out beside the ashes, hoping for an uneventful night.
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He woke early the next morning to the sound of hooves clopping on the road beside him. He grabbed his longsword and leapt to his feet, only to discover that it was a legionnaire on patrol. The soldier didn't notice him and continued along the road, going North-East across the bridge. Angrond packed away his bedroll and other gear and ate some crab meat to give him energy for the long day ahead. He walked Westward for about a mile until he came upon a bridge. It crossed the mouth of a small river before it entered Lake Rumare. Before he was halfway across, a bandit emerged from underneath the bridge, shouting warnings for Angrond not to cross. Angrond payed no heed and continued on, recalling the last time someone had tried to stop him on a bridge.
She was a redguard, a young one at that, about the same age as the ranger himself. Her eyes were struck with fear when Angrond approached her. She slowly stepped backwards, unaware of the stone behind her. She tripped and landed on her back. Her mace landed a few inches away and as she reached her hand out to retrieve it, the ranger's muddy boot stepped on her arm. Strangely enough, he didn't kill her. He continued along the path; not even glancing back as she scrambled to her feet. This ranger had more serious matters on his hands than killing a young redguard.
He travelled another half mile until he came upon a crossroads. An old signpost was on the intersection and the names of many towns were written on it. Angrond followed the road leading West, the one going to Skingrad, Kvatch and eventually to Anvil on the The Gold Coast, from there he would find a ship leading to Lorendava and the home of Rothvor Throser, Necromancer King.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 11, 2007 20:23:34 GMT -5
I like the West Weald, it's probably one of my favorite areas. I'm glad a story is getting there. It seems like you are playing the game, then posting exactly what you did in the game. I recognize many things in the story, where they are, and where he is. It is a great read, i really like how you are posting exact places in Cyrodiil, i like it. Not the usual bravil and stuff, but like bridges and forts, it makes for a more interesting read. Keep it up.
Score: 8.9
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Post by uesugi on Jan 11, 2007 22:22:54 GMT -5
This is actually one of the better stories on the guild. It also doesn't have anything that sticks out to me as particularly bad. Your prose is good, good word choice, all of that. Though, I will say one thing, and that is watch what you do to lore...
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Post by Umaril on Jan 12, 2007 12:20:39 GMT -5
Thanks everyone, I am currently working on the next chapter, it should be finished by the weekend, I'll get to work on it now.
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