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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 .
    (daenin, u mean?)

    Daenin awoke from a deep slumber hanging to the last words of a dream, "awaken, sleeping host. awaken from the pack which you lead..." was that a dream?
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    [OOC: Yep, nearly 11pm, need to sleep. Up for whatever you need, Geel!]

    Beran could see that the man wouldn't just give him the information he was looking for. Maybe if he turned him into a chicken, that may loosen his voice... No, Beran, chickens are more stubborn than him! He wearily glanced at the man, and practically spat out "What do you need done?"
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Paranoia: You only need your characters physical description for HoD, then I assign you your daedric lord. Please be devoted in this, and at least read A BIT of the RP to get the taste of it. write your physical descript and others on HoD OOC.
    Daenin: A cold bead of sweat forms upon your brow. This was no dream. A hallucination? What made you have one?
    "Daenin, come on, ya ready?" Calls Talos host. "Kyraneth wants you by the outpost in 3 hours, we gotta hurry!"
    You break out of your thoughts, striding towards the door. As it swings open, brilliant light dapples your face. Yet you do not take joy in it. The sunlight feels unnatural to you, for the first time in your life. You look tired, though you had a good rest. Your hands shiver slightly, despite the good climate.
    Your horse greets you as always. It is a Bay horse, of a incredibly friendly nature. However, when it sees you, it stops. It takes two steps back, and stops still. You frown in confusion, but the horse refuses to let you pat her muzzle. You shrug your shoulders, and jump on.
    Talos host, Rodrich, rides a magnificent dappled grey mare. He swings himself on, and the two of you set off at a gallop. The cool air whips your face, but you take no pleasure in it. That voice in your hallucination... terrifying. You walks through sun glazed meadows, through fields of ember grain. But you feel out of place in this happiness. The scenery tumbles on, beautiful yet you take no pleasure in it.
    Eventually, you come to a large rock. Both of you sit there, eating a slice of bread in thought. Then Rodrich asks "Tell me your opinion on this: We have two route we can go from here. One is the long way going around the mountains. It's safer, but we may face our god's wrath. The other way is going through the rocky cliffs. It has rumors to be cursed somehow though...."
    Lambada: The guard grunts "Gah, whats wrong with you, man?!" But then he sees your face, and he murmurs " Oh damn...Leper." under his breath. You hear it due to your enhanced senses though, and shake him about.
    "Alright, alright,show me where it is!" He gasps as his tunic chokes him. You snarl, and drag him to the rock pile. Pulling up the boulders, you reveal to him one of PEryite's coils. "Huh....But what daedra? I see merely a garden snake!" The guard looks confused, and a bit afraid of your superhuman strength.
    You try pointing it out to him, but to no avail. He claims all he can see is a small green serpent, no bigger than his palm. You sigh, slapping your head in frustration.
    "Sir, look what we found" A guard behind him says. You turn around, and in horror see him carrying out the body of the dead man in the house. You gulp as he says "This was the house in which the man came out of. Tell me, why did you not report the crime? "The captain immediately turns suspicious, and his Halberd comes right out, glinting in the early morning sunlight.
    Beran:The thieves guild leader grins "Welcome to the club, mate. Now, I need you to perform a little task for me. Heard some guy down in the Bee and the Barb has a thing I want. You see, the priest of Mara is there. He holds a amulet of Mara on him, the thing I need to get married. I got the coin to buy it off him, but I'm marrying another thief. Us thieves consider the greatest form of affection to be stealing for them their gifts, and I definitely want my wedding to be special, especially since I'm marrying Sapphire. Will you help me? I can't steal it myself, been far too busy lately, so it's up to you"
     

    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    (Lambada = God Mode [Engaged])

    "No problems", Beran muttered, casting a quick glance towards the thief, as he turned to leave the Ratway
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Lambada: The guard's eyes widen, and he is flung to one side. A whole volley of arrows pierce your skin, shot from the archers who dot the city walls like ants. health (230/300) You hears their shouts of panic, their terrified scream. People had come to Whiterun before this to kill, and the city had not survived. The city never looked the same. The walls were lack luster, and signs of erosion were even more evident. People had walked past you grim, and you still smell the blood in the air.
    "Stop in the name of the law!" shouts the captain, as he leads a group of soldiers toward you. You easily dispatch of the first one with a dose of Corpus, but the others run on towards you,screaming war cries.

    Beran: The Bee and the Barb. Damn, where was the bee? You want to put it on a barb! You stride in, and the smell of ale greets you.Barrels of mead divide the corridor in half, waiters bustle past, this being the peak hour. An old butcher coughs into his towel, and a elderly lady recoils in disgust.You can almost taste the alcohol, and already your mind swims.
    Ah, sweet Amulet of Mara! My precious...... You see it, dangling upon the man's neck. The man sits alone in the corner, back facing you. He is speakin to a young nord and lady, apparently deep in conversation. You ponder how to get to the man.
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    Antonius stands, kicking away silverware and wiping the stew from his face. Now enraged, he charges Ulfric with the razor, bits of food falling off of him as he runs.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Ulfric snarls as you come closer, something you never expected. His voice is powerful. Suddenly,Stone-fist bursts from the side passageway, his face annoyed "Whats all the ruckuss?! Ah..."
    "grrrrRRRAA!" HE screams, spittle flying from his mouth as he charges forward towards you. His face shows utmost anger, and his attacks are those with the strength of a madman. What is your move?
     
    (Oh, I see what you did there)

    Lambada Tries to use his Daedra shout but is still too weak. He pulls an arrow that had landed in his knee and threw it away. Lambada starts to limp towards the charging horde, his blade drawn and ready for blood. He lunges to stab the first and second ones in the knee and punches the third in his solar plexus. Giving Lambada to try and run away.
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    Antonius readies a fireball spell in his hand and casts it at the chandelier hanging over Stone-Fist's head, the heat burns right through the oak rope keeping the heavy, ornate decor crafted from iron and glass suspended from the ceiling, and sends it all plummeting down.

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    "We might as well go the faster route as to not upset Kyraneth, besides...curses? You don't believe in such dribble do you Rodrich?", Daenin asked in a shakey voice, not because he did believe in curses-he didn't- but the vission or whatever it was, still shook him to his core; the root of his soul and body seemed to vibrate with the remembrence of it.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Antonius: Galmar roars in pain, shielding his face with his arms. His figure is soon obscured by the falling dust and debris.
    "No, Galmar!" Yells Unlfric. Yet the body lying under the rubble is motionless. Ulfric turns livid, and his muscles bulge. With a growl, he pulls out a long rapier, it's sharp tip aimed at you. He lashes forward, but is thankfully blocked by your draugr, who had chosen this moment to aid you. The draugr's shield flies right out of his skeletal arm though, and Ulfric is upon you again.

    Lambada: The guards fall back, their ranks weakening; being in close proximity with you gave most of them Rattles. You hear sneezes and sniffles as you weave through their rows, and a couple of them double over and vomit.
    You are however, blocked by the captain. His two men are clutching their red throbbing throats, phlegm spilling over their lips. The captain throws a bottle at your feet. It's label reads "Potion of resist disease". He laughs and gets a Hunting bow from his back strap, a deadly Ebony arrow set upon it.

    Daenin: Your friend laughs slightly, and both of you continue on your way.
    The fields turn craggy, piles of small rocks gathering in mounds. Weeds grow here and there, and the ground is turning dry and cold. The horses labor up the slopes, and their breath steams in the freezing air. Soon, no more shrubs can be seen, only vast expansions of boulders and stones. You climb up a deer track, grainy sediments kicked up by the hoofs of your horse as you go along.
    A day of riding passes without event, but at night, you hear the howl piercing the air. It seems shockingly close, and your very soul reacts to it. Your heart seems to be free, to want to meet the musician of such a lupine song! Panting can now be heard, slobbery and wet. A wet dog smell fills the air, bold yet familiar. What will you do?

    Erndas: Before you start, you need to choose which location you wish to go in order to find the Dragonfire (You need these to stop the ancients, who have come to earth to destroy all. Note that the horsemen are trying to bring the ancients to earth, for it is their duty so. Lambada is a horsemen, thus works against the rest of you)
    Choose any hold, excluding Riften ,Whiterun and Windhelm (they have been taken.)
     

    zParanoia

    New Member
    Antonius: Galmar roars in pain, shielding his face with his arms. His figure is soon obscured by the falling dust and debris.
    "No, Galmar!" Yells Unlfric. Yet the body lying under the rubble is motionless. Ulfric turns livid, and his muscles bulge. With a growl, he pulls out a long rapier, it's sharp tip aimed at you. He lashes forward, but is thankfully blocked by your draugr, who had chosen this moment to aid you. The draugr's shield flies right out of his skeletal arm though, and Ulfric is upon you again.

    Lambada: The guards fall back, their ranks weakening; being in close proximity with you gave most of them Rattles. You hear sneezes and sniffles as you weave through their rows, and a couple of them double over and vomit.
    You are however, blocked by the captain. His two men are clutching their red throbbing throats, phlegm spilling over their lips. The captain throws a bottle at your feet. It's label reads "Potion of resist disease". He laughs and gets a Hunting bow from his back strap, a deadly Ebony arrow set upon it.

    Daenin: Your friend laughs slightly, and both of you continue on your way.
    The fields turn craggy, piles of small rocks gathering in mounds. Weeds grow here and there, and the ground is turning dry and cold. The horses labor up the slopes, and their breath steams in the freezing air. Soon, no more shrubs can be seen, only vast expansions of boulders and stones. You climb up a deer track, grainy sediments kicked up by the hoofs of your horse as you go along.
    A day of riding passes without event, but at night, you hear the howl piercing the air. It seems shockingly close, and your very soul reacts to it. Your heart seems to be free, to want to meet the musician of such a lupine song! Panting can now be heard, slobbery and wet. A wet dog smell fills the air, bold yet familiar. What will you do?

    Erndas: Before you start, you need to choose which location you wish to go in order to find the Dragonfire (You need these to stop the ancients, who have come to earth to destroy all. Note that the horsemen are trying to bring the ancients to earth, for it is their duty so. Lambada is a horsemen, thus works against the rest of you)
    Choose any hold, excluding Riften ,Whiterun and Windhelm (they have been taken.)
    OOC:: Erm... Solitude
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Solitude, the land on the rock. Ir is upon a natural bridge, overlooking the sea. A Ocean breeze sweeps across your face, and great pines jut out from the soil.
    You enter the well worn gates, in time to hear a commotion in the walls of solitude. Chatter collects in one area, and you walk towards it, curious to see what made such a racket in the people.
    From what you gather, it is an execution. Why would anyone like a execution? Yet people jostled each other to get a look. You feel rather nosy at the moment, and even though this had nothing to do with the Dragonfires, will you go see it?
     

    Mr.Self Destruct

    Chosen Undead
    Antonius parries a blow from Ulfric while grabbing hold of the pan of rabbit stew on the dining table, he grips the hilt of the pan before swinging it around and smashing it against Ulfric's face in a flurry of broth and rabbit meat. "You will bow before Dagon, kneel down and suffer your fate!"
     

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