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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 .

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Antonius: Windhelm. Cold, freezing cold. Ice forms upon the extremities of your body, and your palms turn deathly white. Even Odahviing, whom you ride upon, has some difficulties adapting to the drop in temperature; his movements more lethargic, eyes listless. He lands slightly north of windhelm stables, and then crumples in a heap as he tries to conserve bodily heat. Being a cold-blooded creature, heat is a extremely important factor anywhere.
    You bid him a short farewell, before you enter Windhelm. However, someone stops you outside. A guard, his armor padded with leather to ward off the freezing cold. "Ah, you new to Skyrim? Haven't you heard of winter clothes?" He remarks, looking at your thin attire. "Say...I'm sure joining the Stormcloaks will get you a gold piece or two, interested? Talk to Ulfric at his hall." You nod your head and continue on your way, deciding to ignore the chat of the other guards,
    Your steaming breath can be seen rising through the cold air, and you rub your hands to generate heat. Where will you search first? (You may go to any part of existing Windhelm to get rumors, or even exit the place)
    Rale:You fly upon Paarthurnax, whose wing carry him surprisingly fast for one of his age. You look down, to see spiraling wisps of clouds and the earth far below. It gives you a sense of nausea, and you quickly look back up. Soon, Paarthurnax's nose dips down, as he glides slowly to earth. He drops steadily outside Falkreath, chuckling "Whoever's riding the Dovakiin is going to have a hard time, I doubt the Dragonborn mastered his landing skills yet"
    Then Paarthurnax swoops up, his long tail disappearing from your view in no time. You notice a cave in the distance to the east of Falkreath, only visible due to your incredible sight. Beisides that, the forest nearby is eerily still, the only sound coming from the melancholy creaking of Falkreath's stable door due North.
    You walk towards Falkreath, when suddenly, a guard shouts at you " Hey,I know you, aint you the guy who's wanted in Whiterun? " He draws his long sword, at the ready.
    Beran: The thief jumps, his facial expression one of astonishment. He meets your gaze for a second, murmured, "By Nocturnal, It's true! The hosts walk the earth!" Before dashing off between two buildings, leaving you and the gawking old lady in the dust. He reappears a while later, jumping over a fence, perhaps towards the sewers. WIll you give chase, or continue with your quest?
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    Beran strides towards where the thief fled, sure it was a trap, but the opportunity to use the Wabbajack on someone was overpowering, the possible thought of turning him to a chicken even more so.
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    Antonius has one thing on his mind, Ulfric Stormcloak. He has everything plotted out in his head, the palace is crafted from stone but all of its furnishings are tanned hides and linen, easily flammable.

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    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Beran: The thief hurtles past pipes and rotting planks, past mouldy floorboards and musty rags. You follow, past chunks of bricks and ancient walls, past slippery bridges and fungus-ridden fences. The thief suddenly enters a door, and you follow.
    Into the Ratway
    You dash in, Wabbajack at the ready. You accidentally turn a unsuspecting beggar who was sleeping here into a Goblet as you race past the corner, and you hear it clatter to the floor as you continue on your mad race. the thief turns down a new corridor, and as you follow, you collide into a wall of flabby stomach flesh. A fat, skooma drinking man stands looking down at you, his head almost touching the ceiling. His teeth are black, but even so all his fats would make the best of cooking oil. You lick your lips without realizing, and the man frowns at you. His bad breath hits you hard, before he picks up his club, saying" Ain't no outsider comin in de Ratway, yoo small man!"
    ANtonius: You walk up to the place, cold air whipping your hair back. The palace of Kings. A guard stops you outside, her face obscured by a thick steel helmet. "Ahh...A new fresh one, come to join the imperial army aye?"
    Another guard walks up, a male with a deadly warhammer strapped to his back "No...What would Ulfric want with him? He likes us burly Nords, no this scraggly Imperial!"

    Break their bones, shred them for their insolence for insulting my creation, go my host! Spread the word of the daedra across the lands!
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    "It'd serve the both of you well to keep your mouths shut, I'm here to join Ulfric in liberation of my home." Antonius is great at lying, and you'd never know he was deceiving you until it was too late. Without another word Antonius opens up the doors to the palace and steps inside the warm, elegantly furnished and homey throne room.
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    Beran stabs the Wabbajack forward, straight into the huge mans stomach. He then urges a spell cast while holding it tight there.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    The guards glare at you, but let you in all the same.
    Immediate warmth greets you in the interior, and you see signs of a grand life. Rich tapestries hang on the wall, the lavish carpet thick and well decorated. You smile, entering the large stone building. Two guards in the interior fidget as you enter, as if they would spring at the slightest movement by you.
    There, upon the throne, sits Ulfric. His eyes are cat-like, and he regards you sorrowfully. Then his gaze flips to see the Jagged Crown upon your head, and the Draugr behind you. He quickly turns his features bare, plain. "What brings you to the Hall of Kings, warrior?"
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    As the Wabbajack hits the man's gut, he groans and rolls away from your spells. Hastily, you fire Wabbajack, and a blast of fire explodes on the poor man. (Get 100 gold and iron banded armor) You hastily move on, so as not to loose sight of the man.
    You hear a loud creak as a door is swung open, and you follow. You are immediately greeted by all kinds of thieves, from the simplest cutthroats to the deadliest asassins. The man whom you chased stood panting in the corner. What appears to be their leader, asks"What is your motive for coming here, foul human?"
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    "Have any of you seen a massive stone thing, possibly ominous, maybe looking like a dark apocalypse bringing horse?" he exclaimed, eying the leader warily, readying the wabbajack, just in case
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    As Antonius approaches Ulfric, he prays to Dagon the single thrust of his razor will take his life instantly. He has his escape route planned out, through the window and take the plunge into the icy river below the palace. Simple yet effective. "Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Whiterun." Ulfric senses something is wrong, he begins to stand from his throne but not before Antonius plunges the razor into his chest. "May Dagon claim you."

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    Geel-Kajin

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    Beran: Everyone freezes. That was definitely not the question they expected. "Well....If you're looking for a horse to buy, there's a few at Markarth...." Says a rather daft looking man, who is bonked on the head by the leader. "Fool, Have you not heard the news lately? What a horrible thief you are, walking around with no eyes or ears!" The dumb man mumbles and stutters, before retreating.
    The leader is a slim man, his face covered with tattoos. He introduces himself as Khane, the new leader of this "organization of his". He casts a look down at your staff, saying "Now that's a pretty piece, who did you have to kill to get it?" He grins, "no need to explain, Im sure it's your own business."
    He brings you to a table and both of you take a seat. As you eat bread and drink mead, he asks "So....Why are you searching for the horsemen?"

    Antonius; Ulfric saw the Razor flying, and hastily ducked. The Razor sawed through the air, scything a tapestry behind Ulfric to pieces. He snarls "What treachery is this, you will die for your audacity! " He draws a breath, and shouts "Fro Krah DIn!" A jet of frost bursts from his breath, and crystals of ice rain down upon you. Your skin turns numb, and you close your eyes from the blinding blizzard. Your Draugr snarls, and shouts "Fus!" at Ulfric, causing him to stop his shout. HE staggers slightly, but your draugr is halted when the two guards run up to face him.
    Ulfric pulls out a pack of throwing knives, its intricate design captivating your sight. One flies into your left palm. The pain is acute, like the sting of a thousand bees. (health 115/125) What is your move?
     
    (sorry guys, Im back now :) )

    Lambada opens his eyes at the huge wyrm that overlooks him. He questions in his mind why has she not struck me down yet? Is she planning and waiting? Or just making me make the first move?
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Peryite's fangs suddenly strike, glinting teeth exposed. This time, you see droplets of greenish yellow liquid on her fangs, which shimmers even in the bad lighting of the room. It's aim is true, and her head springs towards you at great speed, ready to devour and maim. You see a flash of reddish pink gums, and a forked, darting tongue, as the jaws come ever forward
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    Beran raises an eyebrow at Khane, questioning him in return. "Obviously, if you know what the Horsemen are, you will know why I search for them. What organization do you run here, anyway?"
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Khane grins for a split second "Yep you caught me,but don't think I'l be giving you information for free. I run an organization which ummm....runs business nobody else does. It's hard work, but the pay is good. But anyway, your looking for the information, then do me a favor first...."

    Peryite's teeth sink into the wall with a deafening clang. The serpent's body twists, as it attempts to get it's teeth out of the wall. It's eyes are brim full of hatred, and a growl issues from it. "Mortal...! How can you not see the way?!" But you respond with steel, cold and hard. It cuts a chunk out of it's tail.(health 450/500) A deafening roar rocks you, as Peryite uses all her might to yank her teeth out, causing the walls to tremble.
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    (Whoah, never got an alert.)

    Antonius engages Ulfric in combat while his draugr servant deals with the guards, he had intended this to be a quick kill, and was becoming frustrated.

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    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Antonius: Ulfric says "What do you have against me, human? You are not mer, what right do you have to attack me?" Your only reply is a swing of the razor, which embeds itelf in his arm. He screams in pain, as his flesh boils and skin burns. (health 160/200) He pulls his arm out, leaving a chunk of flesh behind "Fus...Do rah!" You find yourself getting sent flying askew across the dining table, landing with your head in stew.

    Lambada: You knock the wall open a bit more, and squeeze through "Damn you, mortal!" SHe screams as the whole structure collapses.She is buried alive, rocks tumbling from the ceiling. dust covers your face. You blink the dirt out of your eyes, and when you look up, all is silence

    Narvhog: "Hey there, you ready to go?" asks Talos' host. You grin. SUch fun it was to be a Aedra, always on the hunt for the horseman at your lookout point. You are sent to a desolate outpost today, in hope of catching a glimpse of those beings. You pack your stuff, when you hear something in the corner of your mind. A faint whisper, but distinct.
    "Awaken, sleeping host. Awaken from the pack which you lead...."
    (I gtg first, write more later)
     
    Lambada wiped his face clean and stared into the sky. He laughs for a minute and starts to walk away. He sees the villagers staring at him in shock and awe. Lambada walks towards a guard he singled out, he grabs his neck and asks Hey there buddy. I want you to tell me why the eff a effing Daedra prince was in that effing house. Do you not keep track of what goes on?
     

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