Open Trial upon the Mountain

Felian found himself in a large room, a seemingly dining area of sorts. There was a balcony before him, and much food and wine upon the long tables. He touched the food, feeling the heat within as if it were just prepared. Suddenly he saw a boy, wearing only an under garb. The child seemed to be forsworn, but it was a child nonetheless.
"I will not hurt you child," Felian said, but the boy ran off into a hallway nearby. Felian followed.

((If this derails what you were going to say Solace just let me know, I'll edit it))

S'darkiir rubbed his temples, "We have to help the useless oaf, I doubt the others have received a vision, Khajiit has been around the stones longer than the others so I am more receptive to it. We can try to slip past them and try to find him then, or we can avoid them completely. We can even leave that idiot Nord to bleed out where he lie. This one is not sure what to think.", he veiwed the scene, By the gods that is a lot of Forsworn, he saw a small bare chested boy pad up to a Forsworn and tug on his shoulder, and the big Breton scooped him up in his arms and smiled at the child. The Khajiit's mind wandered to his father...a sad, dark place for his mind to go. His melancholy reverie was interupted by the Forsworn barking orders to the others, "Oh plops...", he hissed under his breath.

((I don't have a stone, wulf has it and he's gone from me. By the way, can we have a vote on whether or not I can kill wulf off? lol))


Felian lost the child to the maze. He soon found himself lost, as every room seemed to look the same. 'I should of kept that stone' he thought. He wandered into a large room, with stone walls and floor. He felt a presence very near by, as he unsheathed his katana.

((Oh crap that's right, you did give it to him! Someone should try and get in touch with Atomic Doughnut and get him back in action, I'd feel really bad if Wulf died lol. IMHO I think he should be knocked out, so when he gets back it makes sense as to why one of us didn't get a vision. Sorry if the whole Runestone thing has inconvenienced anybody XP a friend of mine came up with the idea along with the character who makes this stuff. Also, maybe some peer review time, a lil' Constructive Criticism anybody? Also, after whatever happens happens, are we gonna chronicle the trip back to Markarth, or whatever happens after whatever is gonna happen happens?))

((I'll let you guys deal with him as you see fit. Right now I'm waiting for Ma'Piri / PLAYING MAH NEW GAME :3))

A forsworn that seemed to be in high command stood behind a podium and began barking orders. "There has been an attack. We must repel any attacks on this fort. Keep your eyes open for anything suspicious. Warriors, go out into the courtyard. Archers, assemble along the tops of the towers. Shamans and magic users, follow me. We will meet up with the witches and see what the oracles have to say." Said the man. Isnar felt dread rise from his stomach as he was forced to follow the other forsworn.

The old man looked panicked as the Forsworn started to move out. S'darkiir saw the small dirty boy hug his father as he stood, then he scurried away. One of the shamans behind his father smiled at the boy and tousled his hair as he passed, What father would bring his son to his doom, he thought, oh that's right, mine., he shook his head. His father made him strong, taught him to avoid death, he did not bring S'darkiir to it, the vampire was being unfair to his late father's memory. Isnar shuffled behind the boy's father and followed the procession down the hallway. The Khajiit willed his flesh to pale, concentrating on the concept then expanding it so the vampiric power turned his entire form invisible. He then silently rushed through the crowd, masterfully dodging all of the Reachmen. He fell behind Isnar and stalked the group of Bretons.

Felian walked right into a trap. Forsworn covered the room, leaving no means for escape. Over a dozen pointed weapons to the elf, as one walked forward and spoke.
"Surrender your weapons and kneel," he said.
"And if I do not?" asked the Bosmer.
"We will kill your ally," he replied, as one behind him pulled out Wulf; holding a blade to his throat.
Felian winched and then submitted, dropping his weapons to the ground.

S'darkiir had followed the troupe down the hallway for about six feet before had heard the bosmer. His ears perked up, focusing on the noise. "We will kill your ally,", someone said, most likely a Forsworn. As he was listening he did not take heed to the shaman that was behind him. The elder Forsworn bumped into a solid mass of nothing tripping over it."What in Oblivion!!" the shaman cried. The whole group turned towards S'darkiir eyes wide. The khajiit's concentration broke and he was visible once more. "Er, yes, greetings honored Reachmen, perhaps we can talk this over yes?", S'darkiir offered helpfully, the forsworn looked at each other then the leader screamed, "Kill him!", S'darkiir balked at the number of fireballs that were being charged, "I am sure we can come to an understanding!", he said in a panic. He rushed out of the hallway, galloping on all fours, and turned the corner, hugging the wall as a gout of arcane flame shot out of the hallway.

The khajiit provided a distraction for the elf, as most of the group looked toward his direction. Felian kicked up his katana and he caught it, immediately slicing down the four forsworn guarding him. He leapt over the wall and charged the men around Wulf, who was strewn in chains. One forsworn put a shiv on Wulf's throat, once more stopping the Bosmer in his tracks.
"Put it down!" yelled the enemy.
Felian once again submitted, dropping his katana.


((I really wanna kill Wulf lol. We should have a vote. Khaos says live, I say die. Vote!))

((off with his head!))

((I'd really prefer not to, but If i get out voted lets at least let him go out with style))

S'darkiir whipped his around and saw Felain drop his Dai-katana, Damnit, when did this become a hostage situation!,he thought. The Forsworn that held the small knife up to the limp Nord's neck turned to the Khajiit, "You, monster! Get next to the Knife-Ear!", he commanded. S'darkiir walked cautiously past the hallway's entrance then over towards the angry mass of Reachmen. "Put your filthy paws on your head cat! Now on your knees!" S'darkiir slowly put his hands on his head, but continued to stand. "NOW! Both of you," He tightened his grip on Wulf, who seemed to be unconscious and drooling, and pressed the shiv to his Adam's Apple, allowing a small trail of blood to crawl down his neck and into his armor. The sight of it made the Khajiit aware of his lingering hunger. He smacked his lips involuntarily, he frowned at the inappropriateness of the action. "NOW!",the man shouted, and both relented, going down on their knees. The party from the hallway rushed out, the shamans and mages charging their spells, ready to rain down Oblivion on the Vampire. The leader moved from behind the wizards, "Excellent work Aodan,", the man said, "drop the filthy Nord, I shall handle this.". The Forsworn, Aodan, silently obliged and let go of Wulf, letting him topple to the cold floor.

((Sorry! Had a long birthday weekend! Anyone still alive?))

((I was wondering the same thing lol, we are voting on whether or not to kill Wulf, other than that we are in a hostage/capture crisis :3 welcome back))

(Hodlin's bleeding pretty badly but he's still alive. And Wolf should get killed if he does not reply in the next day or so)

((We should wait for Ma'Piri and Zij to put in their say, then we can slay Wulf, if possible I think he should disappear or get thrown in a pit, just something ambiguous and/or potentially survivable, just in case he ends up with one of us again. Just a thought))

(No, he must die!)

Felian was taken by the forsworn, he did not see where they took Wulf. He was thrown into a dark, empty room. The wood elf sat and meditated, waiting for the forsworn's next move.

Felain was grabbed by a score of Forsworn and dragged out of the hall, then the Forsworn Chieftain turned to S'darkiir and stroked his knotted beard, "Hmmmm, bind him and throw him a cell too.". S'darkiir opened his mouth in protest but was rewarded with a zealous back-hand, "Be silent cat,", he lifted the Khajiit by the neck and shook him, "be silent and still lest we skin you alive and throw you into a blizzard!", he shouted, spittle flying from his crude helm. S'darkiir was lifted higher then thrown to the hard stone floor,the side of his head was dashed against the ground first, stunning him. He opened his eyes and saw two Forsworn Chiefs motioning for the Khajiit to be taken away. At least ten Forsworn came from the gigantic horde and tied his now eight limbs together. He slowly realized what was going on and blinked, his vision clearing slightly, the ringing in his ears subsiding slightly. He was then pulled by his shoulder pads away from the room. He made brief eye contact with Isnar and winked stupidly, his mouth open slightly. He was pulled of his aching rear and was then turned. He was facing an open door, the interior of the room was shrouded by an inky darkness. He was tossed into the room on his face. He heard the door slam shut and the lock engage.

((is this thread dead?))

((and at the perfect time too, while I'm a prisoner lol.))