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Post by Maliku on Oct 8, 2006 10:06:56 GMT -5
I'll be waiting.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 13:42:04 GMT -5
lovely
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Post by soroner on Oct 10, 2006 19:31:33 GMT -5
Anxious to find out what awaited him in Cheydinal, Zarne pushed his way through the brush. Peering out of the other side, he saw the high wall surrounding the city. Quickening his pace. Zarne arrived at the gate. “Good Day, Sir!”, was the greeting he received when he look at the guard. “Do you know anything of a guild of assassins in this city?”, was the reply he received from Zarne, who was hoping for the man’s sake he said yes. “Assassins you say? Of course not, or we would be killing them right now!”, said the guard, unaware of who he was dealing with. “Look, I know they are here, as do you. This presents you with two choices. You can either tell me, or you and your friend over there can have your throats ripped out. Now, let me ask again. Where are the assassins?”, Zarne said coldly, letting some fire materialize in his hands. “L-l-ook for an old, broken down building close to the temple. That’s all I know, I swear it!”, stuttered the guard, tripping over the words. “Your lucky you did know something, and that I am in a hurry. If I wasn’t I would kill you two fools anyhow.”, said Zarne, pulling up his black hood and entering the gates. Striding through the town, Zarne’s gaze met an usually filty and broken down building, but doubted anyone could actually stand to live there. Not feeling the need to knock, he kicked the door in. Coughing deeply as he inhaled, Zarne noticed dust and cobwebs everywhere, validating his assumption that no one had occupied this building for years. Zarne wheeled around on his heels, flustered enough to go kill that guard for his mockery. Just then, he noticed a bit of red light coming from under the door to the basement. Once again, Zarne kicked the door down, and entered. Feeling a chill in his veins, he thought that he had found his objective, but sensed it was more than a group of assassins. Reaching a door that emanated an aura of pure evil, he touched it, and felt as though he was in the snow-caped mountains of Bruma. Then he heard the voice, of a being calling themselves the Night Mother. Not know the password that was spoken of, Zarne got angered. “Do not fret evil one, I can sense the amount of hate in your soul, and yours is tainted greatly, you may enter, brother.”, said the voice. Smiling, Zarne entered the sanctuary.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 10, 2006 19:33:36 GMT -5
I love it, cant wait for more.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 10, 2006 19:41:32 GMT -5
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Post by dogonda on Oct 10, 2006 19:42:20 GMT -5
The next part has something i helped him with.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 10, 2006 23:09:07 GMT -5
Its great so far Soroner!
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Post by soroner on Oct 12, 2006 16:16:00 GMT -5
A female Khajiit greeted him warmly, complementing his armor. However, she quickly informed him that he would need a new set, graced by the Night Mother herself. Informing the woman that he was not wearing anything other than his dreugh armor, she scolded him harshly, telling him to leave. A commotion ensued, during which Zarne wrestled the Khajiit to the ground, holding a blade to her throat. “That will be enough!” came a strong voice from behind Zarne. Whipping around, he immediately noticed that this man was blessed with the dark gift. After an explanation of the origin behind the situation, the man introduced him self as Lucien Lachance. “Nonsense, the man can wear his one of a kind armor, I will have it blessed for him. Follow me.”, was the solution offered by the vampire. Zarne glared at the Khajiit, with a look sinister enough to turn her to stone. Dropping into step with Lucien, he walked towards the back of the sanctuary, their steps echoing off of the stone walls. Walking into a dimly lit room, Zarne was informed that this was Lucien’s quarters. Stepping up to the stone wall, Lucien pulled on a book on the shelf, and the wall swung sideways. “I haven’t been in here for years, my bond with the Night Mother has become strong enough to communicate anywhere.”, Lachance said to Zarne. “This altar will let you talk directly to her, and ask for your armor to receive her blessings. “Thank you.”, Zarne’s mouth could barely mutter the words, he hadn’t said them for so long. Summoning the Night Mother, Zarne stood in awe as she appeared in front of them. “Yes child, what do you require?”, it was the voice which had spoken to him outside of the door, just minutes ago. “My armor requires your blessing, so I may serve you from the shadows,” Zarne replied, truly humbled for the first time in his life. “I see, put it on the altar my child, and I will see what I can do.”, Zarne placed the blood red armor he had forged from a land dreugh’s carcass years ago. “My, what an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, I have never seen the likes of this armor before!” “I made it myself.”, Zarne told the Night Mother. “I have a feeling you will serve me well, now stand back.”, A dark blue light appeared above the altar. Zarne could feel the air chill and a tingle ran up his spine. The light grew bigger until it finally focused itself in one large beam into the heart of the dreugh armor. Shielding his eyes, Zarne was immediately struck with a feeling of anxiety, knowing that his prized armor was never to be the same. “It is done now child, you may step forward and lay your hands upon it. I must warn you however, it will be eternally cold to the touch. Good bye my child, and may Sithis be with you.” The Night Mother disappeared, and Zarne stepped towards the altar. Touching the cold armor, he smiled, knowing that this would benefit his own needs greatly. The armor had been blackened all the way around, and Zarne could tell she had enchanted it as well. “Thank you, I will serve you well.”, he muttered into the darkness.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 12, 2006 17:11:55 GMT -5
Good job.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 12, 2006 17:26:07 GMT -5
My idea, given to a friend.
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Post by soroner on Oct 12, 2006 18:15:17 GMT -5
Oh my, I forgot. The entire concept of Dreugh Armor and blessing it, are Dagonda's ideas. Thanks!
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Post by soroner on Oct 13, 2006 16:11:09 GMT -5
Come one people, READ IT!!!!!
I think I will have an update tonight.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 13, 2006 22:16:17 GMT -5
I'll read it when there is an update.
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Post by soroner on Oct 14, 2006 12:09:25 GMT -5
The two men exited the room, finding themselves in Lucien’s quarters once again. Lucien stared at the mystical armor, yearning to own it himself. “Now, brother, we must discuss business. We already have a contract lined up for you, unless you don-.” Lucien was cut off by Zarne. “I will do it.” he said emphatically. “Good news, but let me inform you on the specifics. You are to kill the captain of the ship docked in the Imperial City. The method you chose to do so in does not matter to us, so long as you get the job done. However, some ways are easier than others…” Lucien said without emotion. “I like the hard way, as it is often the fun way.” Zarne replied, with even less emotion. Folding the torn parchment, Lucien handed it to Zarne, who put it in his pouch. “In case you forget.” Lucien said coldy. Leaving the room quickly, Zarne hastily made his way out of the sanctuary, ignoring the other member’s offers of help. He walked behind the building, not eager to reveal his abilities to everyone in Cyrodil. Muttering a few words, Zarne closed his eyes and let his body raise off of the ground. Closing his eyes, he said Imperial City, and when he opened them, he was standing at the base of the White Gold Tower. Making his way through the midday crowd, he was shoved from behind. “This is my part of town, so pay up, or leave!” yelled the voice of a flat-nosed Orc, pulling a small axe off of his back. “Well, what’s it gonna be?” Without a word, Zarne turned around, spat in the Orc’s face, and went about his business. A loud scream broke the silence that had ensued, as the Orc rushed towards Zarne. Raising his axe, the Orc brought his it down towards Zarne’s head. Without even turning around, Zarne lifted his right hand, and the Orc toppled over onto the cobblestone. The crowd cheered for Zarne, as this particular Orc had been controlling this area for awhile, and now he was humiliated. Hastening his pace, Zarne passed through the city without any more incidents, and the ship had entered his sight. Taking a deep breath, the stench of homeless people entered his nostrils, and he coughed heavily. “Spare a coin, kind sir?”, a voice said from behind him. As Zarne turned he noticed it was an old male Imperial, and he scoffed in his face. “How about three-hundred, scum?” was the reply Zarne offered, tossing a pouch of gold into the water. The Imperial launched himself off of the dock, and penetrating the smooth surface of the water. Snickering out loud, Zarne fired a large ball of frost, covering the surface of the water with a thick sheet of clear ice. Staring down into the water, he saw the man attempt to surface and watched his lungs slowly fill with water.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 14, 2006 12:11:29 GMT -5
I would change the contracts, but otherwise tis good.
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