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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 7, 2006 19:34:15 GMT -5
Croisis
(Ha, see if anyone gets this semi-obscure reference)
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Post by soroner on Oct 7, 2006 19:36:32 GMT -5
Ok, I think I might stick with Zarne as his first name at least.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 7, 2006 19:37:17 GMT -5
k
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Post by soroner on Oct 7, 2006 19:40:00 GMT -5
Dagonda, I'm gonna combine your first two posts: Zarne Morhan
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Post by dogonda on Oct 7, 2006 19:40:54 GMT -5
I was going to post that, cuz i said that and thought "that sounds great!"
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Post by soroner on Oct 7, 2006 19:41:05 GMT -5
Zarne Morhan
Breton
Shadow Mage
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Post by soroner on Oct 7, 2006 19:43:34 GMT -5
Alright then guys, I will start writing either tonight or tomorrow, most likely the later because the Cal-Oregon game is on. GO DUCKS!
Suggestions are still welcome.
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Post by soroner on Oct 7, 2006 20:00:43 GMT -5
I am thinking Snow Wolf Armor, unless you guys think I can still have a Shadow Mage using medium armor.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 7, 2006 20:03:37 GMT -5
How about the Ogre bone armor? something i just made up...
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Post by soroner on Oct 7, 2006 20:07:21 GMT -5
Ogre Bone sounds like it might be a heavy armor....but I definetly like it alot, I think I am going to use it, maybe say that he actually removed the bones from an Ogre and made it himself.
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 7, 2006 20:55:03 GMT -5
Soroner, did you get my PM? It involves our faction, please answer it.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 8, 2006 5:26:20 GMT -5
Once you have a name....Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasssee change the topic of this thread
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 9:55:42 GMT -5
Here's the first bit of the story, hope you all enjoy it as much as I loved writing it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Zarne Morhan awoke from his recuperative slumber to the chirping of songbirds. He slowly rolled over and rummaged through the sack at the foot of his bed, and wrapped his fingers around a stale muffin. Pulling his hand back out of the sack, he gnawed on the muffin, mumbling to himself that a rock would taste better. Cottonmouth was starting to set in as Zarne finished the muffin, and he thrust his hand back into the sack. Feeling around for awhile, he finally found his flask of wine, and brought it to his lips without hesitation. The sweet wine was exactly what Zarne needed to give him a jumpstart on the long day he had planned, which included traveling to Cheydinal to investigate the rumor of a guild of assassins. Stepping out of his tent, Zarne was greeted by the sight of the two Khajiit he had slaughtered the night before, the fools thought they were more cunning than he was. He had made it a sort of custom to cut the tail off of every Khajiit he killed, these two were no exception. Unrolling a piece of parchment on the grass near his tent, he learnt that this was Walker Camp, and he was just north of Cheydinal. Dawning his own creation, Dreugh Armor(He had removed the exoskeleton from a Land Dreugh), he clutched his Stalhrim Longsword and headed south. Before Zarne could make it a hundred yards from camp, he was greeted by the sound of a growling mountain lion. Entering his battle stance, he awaited the creatures first move. Lacking any form of tactics, the beast charged straight ahead, allowing Zarne to effortlessly side-step the lion and bring his ice cold blade down on the spine of the helpless animal. The blow was not fatal, the beast lay there crying and moaning. “I’m going to enjoy this too much.” Zarne muttered to himself. Chanting a few ancient words, a ball of flame appeared in his hands. Repeating the spell would enlarge the ball of flame, but Zarne had no wish to deplete his magicka. Allowing the ball of fire to leave his hand, the cries and moans grew louder until the life finally crept out of the beast. The smell of cooked meat floated through the air, and Zarne could not resist. Using his Silver Dagger, Zarne opened up a huge gash in the beast’s side, and went right for the tastiest part. The heart. Clutching his fingers around it, he ripped it out of the body to the satisfying sound of tearing muscle and flesh. Plunging his teeth into the muscle which was beating just minutes ago, Zarne felt a surge of energy, but he had to get moving. Leaving the corpse laying in a pool of it’s own blood, he turned south yet again, and followed the dusty path towards Cheydinal.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 8, 2006 10:00:11 GMT -5
I'd love to hear more.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 10:04:03 GMT -5
I plan to have more by tonight, but if I don't think its enough for an update, tomorrow definetly.
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