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    Does this form of RPing sound interesting?

    • yes

      Votes: 7 70.0%
    • no

      Votes: 1 10.0%
    • maybe it depends on the storytelling

      Votes: 2 20.0%

    • Total voters
      10
    • Poll closed .
    (ooc: its cool)

    Heh... pick a side? No, I'm cool thanks. Lambada moves towards Peryite. This is your problem, I am your mistake therefore I am your problem. And people who has problems with me don't really live to see my blade drawn. SO if you're smart Peryite, You will stay out of my way. Because when I've opened the gates, the horsemen won't live to see the ancient ones beauty. Because that's what I was Paid to do...
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Peryite's coils block the door, and the great wyrm's features reflect pure anger in mere moments.
    "Fool.....You will die when the ancient ones come, and so shall the horsemen when he has no more use of them! " His great fangs are bared, and you feel the buzzing of flies, as they awaken from the crevices in the room, ready to do his command. His tongue flicks, agitated. His eyes turn from jet black to a bloodshot red, claws digging up the stone
     
    Lambada draws his sword and slashes Peryite's face. He then clenched his fist and punched her in the face. Next he knocked Peryite into the fire with his shoulder.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Your sword hacks a deep cut beneath her scales, but you hardly have the strength to lift the massive thing anywhere. Her tail whips round, catching you in the abdomen. (health :220/300) You cough out blood, grimacing. A swarm of flies gather around you, for Peryite has put it in their head that you are dead, and are fit food for them. The carrion flies rest upon your limbs, preparing to eat.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Fire lash flare around the puny insects, but at such a distance form your skin, you are scalded in the process (health :210/300) The flies crackle in their shells, before dropping to the floor, unmistakably dead.
    Peryite's scales protect her from the fire, her front claw lashing out. You dodge just in time, and her huge claws smash into the stone wall. ROcks tumble from the hole, and pebbles clatter onto the floor
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    (Hey Kajin, got your message through email. I can't respond there as I'm on my phone but I've been inactive lately. It's not just this thread.)

    Sent from my Desire HD using Tapatalk
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    (I'm confused, so I'll just go along with what you want, Geel :D)
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Beran,read the post on the page before about the Dovahkiin being a dov and place your statement on the plan :)
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    Beran believes and agrees with Paarthunax, as a man turning into a dragon is completely normal in his world, full of madness and disbelief.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    @Beran: HoD may have to stop soon, as we have not enough active players. Too many players have quit half way, and since our game is too far in the story, new players never really want to join.

    Paarthurnax nods, and after several other disgruntled agreements form the other lords, he ferries the hosts one by one to the Throat of the World.It's certainly amazing, to be flying faster than any Apple pie, on a lizard bigger than a cabbage. He tells those whom he has ferried across to wait at a jagged overhang, and fend off any curious ice wraiths. The lords come using teleportation and other weird means, Sheograth having decided to get carried here by floating unicorns.

    Eventually, Paarthurnax arrives with his last host. He takes several deep breaths as he recovers from the exhausting flight, Before saying "Come with me."
    He hikes with you for several minutes, when a great rush of air causes echoes through the great sky.A shadow suddenly blacks out all the light, but a moment later, it is gone. Paarthurnax sniffs, his bony face showing him in deepest thought. Finally, he lifts his tail, thumping it into rocks, creating a loud cracking noise.
    "Odahviing, there is no need to hide. These are friends, they have come to see the Dovahkiin. "
    Another gust of torrenting air blows at you, forcing all of you to cover your eyes. Then a roar splits the air, and a jet of flame warms the frosty peaks. The dragon hooks it's talons into a rocky ledge, above you, at the plateau top.
    "paarthurnax, are you out of your mind? The daedra, they are the harbringers of this war!"
    "Odahviing, I have no choice! Do you want to be swallowed by the ancients?!"
    "Gah! Let them come,I will kill them with my Thu'um!"
    Their bickering is cut short, when another growl issues from behind your line of view. The two dragons freeze, before Odaviing trundles off. He come back in a moment, his eyes like slits
    "Go in, daedra scum, he has called you"
    Hircine snarls in anger, but Mora puts a hand on his shoulder. The group of you walk up the slopes. You notice you have never met Peryite, but that is quickly put out of your thoughts.
    The sun is directly overhead, as round and as yellow as a cheese wheel. The rays of light glaze the surface of the rocks with glossy reflections, and you fancy you see Sheograth pulling a funny face at you through the icy reflection. But your whimsical ideas are put out when you see a great beast sitting in the middle of the plateau. It is twice a big as Odahviing . Perhaps it is the afternoon light, but the dragons appears to change in color and vibrancy, from sapphire blue to ruby red. It finally settles on a jade green, the tips of every polished scale emerald, The dragon' speaks to you, and it's voice rumbles like thunder.
    "Daedra...hosts, I believe I understand the reason for you coming here."
    Mephala steps forward, sending her intertwined memories over to the Dov, giving him full account of what happened. The Dov listens silently, and so quiet it becomes that the trails of voices from the bottom of the mountain can be heard, their voices carried on the wind. He finally cranes his neck, shaking his now pearl white shoulders as he stretches.
    "I will help, or perhaps not, if one of the hosts gives me an accurate answer of what they stand and fight for. It cannot merely be the will of the daedra lords, for all must have their Thu'um heard," The dragonborn's great wings open, and his snow white wings catch the rays of the sun, his eyes watching you closely
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    (Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, it can't end)

    Beran opens his mouth to speak, but seeing Mora flash a glance toward him, decides against it. What did she think he was going to do, humiliate them in front of this Dragon-Man?
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    HoD will be stopped until suitable players can be found. Please go to OOC to check on more.
    (Sorry Beran, It will have to until we get active players)
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    The Dovakiin peers as one of the hosts step forward. Adusamsi. She says in her wild ashlander voice " I fight for my people's survival. That's all I need. The red Mountain may have destroyed Morrowind's wildlife, but our clan still lives in the freezing villages of Skyrim. I will do anything to ensure their survival."
    Crow steps forward, saying "I fight for nobody except Boehtiah and myself, but I fight for those two reasons fiercely. I do not intend to have me and my lord at the mercy of some foreign beasts, even if we have to side with of all things, a dragon." If the Dovakiin felt insulted by this, he hid it well.
    Rulf, Mephala's host, walks up, his thread and wool in his hand. Somehow, these are his only weapons in a fight. "I do not care what happens to the world, I merely care about the quality of the thread which will be produced for the tale. Spin the best of thread, and the stories shall run as smooth as silk."

    The Dovakiin gives a lopsided grin, rising from the snow covered ground. Flecks of ice drop from his neck, and icicles snap from his great wings. He clears his throat, declaring" Very well, we have to find the last ashes of the dragonfires, anyone has any idea where they are? " When silence fills the clearing, the dragon sighs and says "Very well, we will have to do this then."

    He then gives orders that all of the hosts must split up, combing one part of the world. He and Paarthurnax combine their Thu'ums, and with it forged tokens out of sheer heat and magick. When they went off, they were each to bring along the special token, which would light up if they were closer to the Dragonfires.
    Pick a place you would each like to go to, but if it was chosen before, do not repeat.
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    Beran decides to go to the rift, and search around that area Maybe he would find some swamp monsters that could be combined for a delicious meal...
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Beran:"Dragon, Dragon!" Scream the puny lump of flesh below you, as you fly upon a loaf of corn bread through the clouds. They definitely couldnt be saying that to the thing you were riding on, then perhaps you? For all you know, you may be the Dragonborn, you just haven't realized it yet.
    You soar further down, cool wind embracing you. Finally, you crash into the city with a full powered crash. Bits of earth fly up, and you swear you see a huge chunk of the pavement coming out as well. You see the roofs of the houses as you are flipped upside down by the impact, before landing on a cobblestone path. You hear the screeches of nearby pedestrians, who point at the giant corn bread, which has begun to fly back up again. Fortunately, nobody saw you drop off a piece of bread with wings, so you are free to play your part a a tourist in this town.
    Riften. A truly beautiful town. The shops are bright and cheery, and is that actually tomatoes and apples you smell from the fruit stand? Yummy! You take several sniffs of the refreshing smell, before being enticed by the smell of pie wafting from a bakery stall.
    Just then, you notice a man placing his hand into a old ladies pocket....
     

    Rale

    Full-time Skeever King, TaliWhacker, Cheeseman
    "Take me to falkreath."
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    Beran strides toward the thief, and lays his hand upon the pick-pocket's shoulder forcefully.
     

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