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Post by Umaril on Jan 17, 2007 16:05:47 GMT -5
Well, thats good anyway
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 18, 2007 13:37:08 GMT -5
It was very good. I was hoping more for a longer battle on the walls and on the streets, but it was very good never-the-less.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 18, 2007 17:14:42 GMT -5
The battle ain't over yet, just to let you know
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 18, 2007 18:42:04 GMT -5
I know, I thought that angrind was going to be in the main fight, actually with the guards/fighters/mages. Unless, he still is.... Ah, I don't know what I'm talking about, just write.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 20, 2007 14:39:00 GMT -5
Chapter Thirteen: A Journal
Angrond and Ah-Malz the Argonian followed the hastily carved-out tunnel to a large hole in the rock at one side. They both climbed in to find a desk and chair in a small room. A quill and ink bottle lay beside rolls of parchment on the desk and many skulls hung by a rope from the ceiling. Angrond unrolled the parchment and read it aloud:
Entry 15 - 17th Rain's Hand,
Mannimarco has been defeated, our cause lost. The Champion of Cyrodiil has defeated him in battle and put us all to shame. Arch-Mage, Pah! Commited suicide in fear of us, although I have heard the rumors. The Champion himself means to become their leader, and I don't doubt it. I hear he is a good mage.
It was the diary of the traitor Nerastel. Angrond read on. Ah-Malz stood on watch at the door for any signs of undead. The ones they heard earlier seemed to have turned back and returned to the main army.
Entry 16 - 25th Rain's Hand,
The rumors were true, the Champion has been crowned Arch-Mage. This is worse than I thought, he is a big threat to our existance. I must do something. I will think upon it in the coming days.
Entry 17 - 29th Rain's Hand,
Today is a good day, my old friend Rothvor has been crowned King of Worms. I am in Fort Vlastarus at the moment, writng this entry. It is nice here. I revel in the smell of dead flesh, the mettalic taste of blood and the power held within these walls - It is evil in itself. We celebrate at the thought of a new king, someone to rid the world of the Mages Guild scum.
Entry 18 - 30th Rai................
The rest of the parchment had been destroyed by ink. Angrond rolled up the remaining pieces of parchment and stuffed them in his backpack. The two warriors continued down the tunnel.
Now they could see it - a small ray of light shone through from the roof onto the dirt floor. They climbed up through it and looked back towards the town. Where once there lay the fairest town in Cyrodiil, now lay a smoking pile of rubble - only the castle was still standing. Shouts and screams rent the heavens asunder as the storm began to subside and the morning drew near.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 20, 2007 14:43:28 GMT -5
Oh no! Skingrad lost? not the cheese, not the wine... I liked the jourmal. It's cool to here from the ldaily life of a necromancer, or at least the major points. I ponder upon what the argonian and angrond will do now, very intriguing story. Good work.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 20, 2007 14:50:11 GMT -5
I will be done the next chapter in approximately 3.12345 days (Maybe ) Thanks
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Post by Maliku on Jan 20, 2007 18:37:20 GMT -5
The journal was a nice touch.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 20, 2007 18:40:26 GMT -5
Thanks Fire Master
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Post by Umaril on Jan 20, 2007 18:41:23 GMT -5
Shite, someone has smote me!
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Post by Umaril on Jan 20, 2007 18:41:58 GMT -5
I had a considerable amount of 4 Karma and it has been decimated!
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Post by Maliku on Jan 20, 2007 19:32:31 GMT -5
*exalts* I think you deserve some for writing this story. I just noticed I haven't given out karma for about 2 months.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 20, 2007 19:56:56 GMT -5
Thanks again!
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Post by Umaril on Jan 24, 2007 9:19:57 GMT -5
Chapter Fourteen: Last Stand
The two men gazed at the ruin of Skingrad. Undead ran through the piles of rubble, screaming victoriously. They looked up at the castle, it was the only building left standing. How long had they been down there? How could this happen so fast? Thoughts raced through Angrond's head. However, he knew that if the castle still stood, so did men. He grabbed Ah-Malz by the arm and raced to the wall that he had been standing on when the battle started. He grabbed one of the grappling hooks that had seemly fallen to the ground and rolled it up.
He ran under the torchlit bridge, shouts could be heard from above - not undead, but the shouts of the count's personal guard. Angrond spun the rough hook over his head and threw it........ it stuck fast on the bridge railing. They tied the other end to a nearby rock and began to climb. A great cheer smote the air, they must have driven them back, but for how long? The undead had way greater numbers, it would only be a matter of time before they broke through. Angrond reached the top first. The men looked in amazement as he clambered to his feet, closely followed by the Argonian.
"Where were you when we needed you?" Asked one of the guards. "They have taken the town, this is our last stand, if we cant drive them back..... then it is lost." A guard captain approached Angrond. "You must help us fight them back, you're our only hope." Angrond looked into the air - the dawn was breaking. Angrond looked to the end of the bridge. The soldiers had managed to close the portcullis and the undead were bashing on it from the outside - only one choice remained - they were going to charge.
"Form up men! We're going to charge!" Angrond roared the battle orders at the guard. "But we'll surely die, milord!" Said another guard. "And you think we won't if we stay here? Only one choice now remains, and that is to charge. So, are you with me or what?" "I am milord.......anything for Skingrad!" The man tucked away his bow and drew his sword.
"Wardens! Open the gate!" The steel portcullis slowly parted from the ground. The undead croaked and moaned behind the gate as Angrond drew his silver longsword. The portcullis opened fully and the undead began to push forward. "CHARGE!" Angrond and the guard surged towards them - crushing the first few undead to the ground. The wardens began loosing arrows at the necromancers behind as the defenders pushed the zombies backwards down the hill. Angrond was in the midst of the battle; lopping off heads and limbs. The necromancers began to retreat as the arrows pelted at them from the gate, tripping on their robes, they began running eastward to the refuge of Vlastarus. The zombies began to lose their balance and started rolling down the hill - tripping many other undead. The guard moved on down further, and at last pushed the undead from the smaller bridge at the bottom of the hill. They began to follow their masters towards Vlastarus and to safety.
Some of the guard began finishing the last of the wounded undead and many others began searching the town and tracking down any stragglers. Angrond and Ah-Malz searched the South side and came upon a lone necromancer. He was staring at the body near his feet with a blank look on his face. "Why didn't you flee with your friends, necromancer? You have lost the battle, and will be punished." Angrond brought the point of his blade to the face of the man. He was silent. Angrond swung and decapitated him. His head rolled to the cobble as did a small golden square which had been in his hand.
Picking it up, Angrond noticed some words inscribed on it, they were of the ancient Nedic language that only some Nords could read. Written on it was as follows:
"The Last Key to the Prison of Wolfbane. In Oblivion he lives in Demon form, Waiting to emerge from his Slumber."
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Post by me on Jan 24, 2007 10:25:10 GMT -5
OOh very nice. Hmm....darn this is going to stick in my head....right before finals you jerk Anyway I really liked the writing, and can't wait to find out more about this key...and the demon.
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