Private The 12 Titans

[Writes-Many-Posts]

The twelve titans
At the top of the Throat of the World, a gate to a new realm opened. Wretched havoc caused a climate disaster and destroyed High Hrothgar with the powerful earthquake the impact caused. The gate closed after that small chaos was disbanded and nobody even noticed the damage that was caused. But after a few weeks, anger flooded in the streets of any hold. People who worshipped Daedric Princes or Divines were in despair. Their prayers and cults were not being answered and most of the least devoted were starting to dare to call them powerless. The divines had been gone, destroyed, vanished completely, no sign of any of them at all. People had to learn to accept their absence, if not their destruction. But two more weeks, the real problem arrived. New, immensely powerful creatures had arrived to the province. Why? If any being was to blame that the divines and the Princes were destroyed, these creatures were certainly the top leads.

Titans:
Kraken – Giant Octopus that devours unwary ships with the sailors inside them. It was spotted in Dawnstar before people deserted from the city, and in the College when its tentacles tried to climb the bridge. The Blood Horkers and the East Empire Company manage to linger the beast’s approach to the province, sacrificing themselves for the common good.

Ystorin – Not a physical titan. Instead, a giant grey cloud that strikes with storm and afflicts men and mer upon descending to the ground, usually once every two days. Before Falkreath was devoid of life, it decimated most of the people who were fleeing just with it’s poisonous nature. It’s weaknesses are sunny settlements and the lack of energy to float lower more often.

Frjo – Also known as the Eternal Blizzard, few are the ones who have the unlucky fate of actually seeing this titan. It causes a non-stopping blizzard and freezes nearly any being that lies within it’s range. Those who survive within the mist and snow will be able to see an unbreakable spectral horse that runs unceasingly around the snowstorm. Winterhold was buried in ice due to it’s deadly gallop through it’s streets. Luckily, it won’t get out of Winterhold unless if running to Dawnstar, but no warmer hold.

Firvr – Some claim it’s fire ignited the Red Mountain. Firvr is shaped like a snake made of flames, which can dig inside the ground any time, to erupt below any who opposes it. Riften managed to struggle against this fearsome beast, at the cost of the life of many of the city guards and merchants.

Tchrykus – It is believed that Tchrykus is the being whose eggs evolved into the chaurus. It is shaped like a scorpion whose jaws spit not only poison, but also small near-hatching eggs of smaller scorpions. Upon finding any surface, the tiny insects pop out and devour the victims who burn in the poison fired by their mother. The giant scorpion was first seen coming out of the swamps of Eastmarch, but surprisingly, instead of attacking Windhelm, it was last seen haunting Morthal, causing most of it’s residents to die or abandon it.

Hrumak – The stone golem. Hrumak was never seen completely out of the soil. Some say he is
partially a Druadach mountain, one at the east of Markarth. The city was destroyed when the walls were pushed against each other, crushing every man and woman inside the city. Forsworn archers keep the mountain busy, since it moves very slowly and has trouble aiming to small targets. Although, they make no damage at all and will slowly be overpowered.

Hevnhar – A beast that can be called a ram, built for sieging purposes. It’s looks resemble a boar made out of diamond or stalhrim. Hevnhar has two horns, placed at his head like a rhino and achieves amazing speeds for a creature with such size. After Firvr’s attack, Riften’s gates were easily destroyed by Hevnhar and the citizens who failed to escape were run over or crushed against any structure by the boar.

Glutrus – It has no form at all. No human would dare to say he knew the material Glutrus is made of, but everyone calls it Dark Matter. Glutrus is seen as a floating, dark slimy blob that can take any sort of form, from the smallest insect to the tallest giant. It’s skills are also variable according to the current shape of Glutrus. Windhelm and the Dragonborn himself met their end when Glutrus took the shape of a knight and slain every man that could not hide from it, which nearly meant anybody. Despite not being much of a destructive titan, Glutrus is still to avoid to be met when alone. Windhelm is still intact, but no human lives there.

Pri – Giant tarantula is what any would call it when they first saw it. Pri behaves much like one in first. If feeds off corpses in it’s deadly poisonous web, tends to poison every single corner and wall and is a hauntingly fast climber. But it cannot be killed by the conventional slaying method. Pri cannot survive outside of her nest, in other words, Pri must have contact to it’s web to stay alive. After building it’s web all the way from it’s previous lair to Whiterun, the widow climbed over the city’s walls, killed every human inside and clothed the buildings inside and outside with it’s deadly poisoned strings.

Xurfaz – Xurfaz has no prefix lair. It wanders around the province, away from the snowy lands. It’s body reminds of a T-Rex. Xurfaz is an enormous dragon that can’t fly, runs very quickly, takes down trees, strikes with head butts and instead of fire or frost breath, it uses a new type of fire breath, with dark flames. If one manages to avoid the halters and the flames, they will have to worry about not being stomped or ripped from the ground by such a grievous bite from it’s teeth.

Jyun – A swarm of killer flies that takes flesh off your bones in a matter of seconds. It destroyed Largashbur, and it is believed that it is the raw representation of the force that defied Malacath and destroyed him.

Nirram – Shaped like a woman, as vulnerable as a ghost, brighter than the sun, Nirram is believed to come from Hammerfell’s sands, as a mirage who came to life. She blinds most who face her directly. The spectre doesn’t fight, though, and her deadliest weapon is the ability of making friends and brothers become haters at everyone they love. The khajiit caravans destroyed each other in an unfortunate encounter with her.

Solitude is the last settlement that remains alive. Every man and woman found unconscious in the wilderness by the city’s scouts has been sheltered. You are one of those lucky souls, if you want to be called that way, and end up waking at the Winking Skeever, which is now a hospital taken to fight the monsters off. Obviously, they would not be sheltering you for free, they need another sword or flame to help fighting the monsters. Be the difference! The worthiest soldier in the war could be you!

Rules:

1. No god-like characters, no perfect characters either. I want flaws and weaknesses as well as strengths and virtues.
2. Don’t finish off a titan just like that, these epic battles will take long to figure out, and there are plenty of titans to slay for everybody!
3. The same thing about not killing off any RPer or any of the common rules applies
4. Be ready to be treated like a soldier, this is a warfare RP
5. No ignoring everybody else, this is a roleplay, or else it would go to fan fiction just for myself or yourself
6. Swearing is allowed, but don’t just NECESSARILY do it every single post and try not to go way above the big ones, also, sex talking is allowed, but this won’t be tagged +18 for a very simple reason: who would find time to do that while facing something stronger than Daedric Princes?
7. Before applying, make sure you have time for this RP, just like I did, I have been waiting since April to post this thread, so I could find it easy to post again, just so that you figure out how long I had to hold this
8. If I become somewhat of a bastard and make the titan escape alive from a situation you thought you would win, don’t be angry, I am just stretching the RP.
9. You are allowed to disrespect (light mocking only, the furthest some insults about religion or race, but nothing about sexuality, politics or uselessness in fighting titans, those would go too far) other players if you want to have a character for your own to dislike, in fact, the conflicts will be amusing in the middle of the battle if the enemies have to cooperate
10. If you have any ideas about how to defeat the titans, don’t be afraid to tell any of the coordinators of the thread, in fact, I still have doubts on some of these kills
11. Don’t expect to be crushing titan skulls at the first meeting, at first they will win without any problem at all, be aware of that before unleashing a powerful finishing post
12. As usual, HAVE FUN!

Survivors:
Writes-Many-Posts - Sails-Deep-Seas
Mesmerize - Jeande Debarte
White_Memories - Elgal Tharn
Geel-Kajin - Navu Saren
Acrylic - Axel Alt-Eisen
Akhkharus - Valdir Blacksun

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

In the calm oceans north of Skyrim, a big ship with black sails in its mast, the Punisher, broke through the small waves that hit the dark wooden hull. It was one of those lazy days... Sails swung the wheel of the Punisher gently to steer it closer to the shore, or they could risk getting trapped in a storm, away from Skyrim and Solstheim. The fog kept any sailor from seeing much beyond their nose and moisted the wood in a way to make it creek in a few days. Nelur appeared to be the only living among the crew, besides Sails-Deep-Seas of course. "Something's wrong with the others Sails... For the Hist they don't even blink!" The captain faced his dunmer friend. "I know... I hope that when we port in Dawnstar the alcohol makes them wake up! It's hard to man a ship with only two capable men..." Sails was about to correct his statement to "man and mer", but the ship stopped, as if it anchored or hit a shore. But nothing but water could be sighted and none of his zombie dunmer sailors would have even thought about trying to move the bower's lever that weighed almost as much as an anvil. What happened? "Everyone, check the edges of the ship!" Their orange tinted eyes faced Sails', as if they couldn't transcribe his orders. "Move you scurvy mudcrabs!" That could have been the worst insult Sails had ever made, as it caused Nelur himself to chuckle at it. The silence after the chuckle from Nelur was horrifying, and nobody could find a thing that had stopped the Punisher from sailing. Suddenly, a scream broke the horror of the deafening silence. As instinctual reaction, both the argonian and the dunmer turned to the source of the despaired noise, but all they could see was a dunmer who jumped into the water. "Help him!" The sailors moved slowly to the nets and threw them into the cold waters, which no longer had any sight of whoever had just jumped but the circles of disturbance in the waves. Two monstruous tentacles bursted out of nowhere and dragged two more Dark Slaughterfish to the dephts of the ocean. "Fall back from the edge, ready the dwemer cannons!" As if woken up, the mer ran to the cannons and dragged them all the way to the border of the ship. Sails wasn't wanting a battle at that moment and just wanted to get to an inn. "Fire at will!" Dozens of blasts hit the water and provoked small waves that appeared to mock their missed shots. Worn, destroyed soul gems were removed from the cannons' ammo slots and replaced with new filled ones. The waters began to lower in a reply to the unceasing blasts from the guns. And the roar that later echoed outmatched all the noise provoked by the ship's weaponry. After a considerable height decrease, the men found themselves facing the yellow, angry eyes of a giant beast. Looked like a netch, but it's tentacles had more muscles and pink suction cups that Netch never had. It's skin tone was a dark brown, but under the tentacles, it became yellow, mixed with the suckers' pink. "YOU PUNY MORTALS DIE AS YOUR GODS DID!" The ground shook at the words echoing through the ocean and causing tidal waves in every direction. Fear, thoughts of death, both were in Sails and Nelur's minds. "Fire" Their words were heard, and the cannons blasted onc eagain at the beast. Blazing lights were followed by smoke and none of the sailors was able to see the octupus for a while. A small peaceful moment for them which provoked the innocent thought of their possible victory. So wrong they were. All the eight tentacles jumped from under the ship and wrapped the mast, the prow and the heavy compartment of the crew's rooms that served as counterweight to prevent the ship from sinking. The bilging stations were soon abandoned as the ship was dragged deeper and deeper, and the water was too much to stay anywhere else but the deck. For the first time, the octopus revealed its jaws when the Punisher was deep enough for it to rely on the edge with its mouth on it. Soon the tentacles were sweeping the deck, catching anyone to swallow them. Before Sails fainted with the mast which fell on his thorax, he had one last sight of his crew, including Nelur, trying to fight off the animal.


Just like an animal jumps frightened when awakened, Sails jumped out of his bed. The moment when he lost his friends and his ship had been recorded deep down in his mind, and refused to be erased until it haunted as many nights as possible. Sails put on his armor and clothes and headed outside of his room at the now barricaded Winking Skeever. Half a bottle of mead and a slice of cheese were all he got for breakfast. Opened the doors and sighed once the sun light met his eyes again. He knew his orders that General Brutus, who leaded the last survivors of Skyrim, had given him. Getting out of Solitude if feeling apt, taking any supplies found and escorting any survivor that showed up. In fact, that was how he had been found, as well as the only cannon the surviving army had. The gun was the only thing left from the Punsiher and Nelur's life, so no matter what happened, Sails had to manage to save the machine. He got on a small boat and began rowing slowly to the furthest he could from the docks without getting in risk of being attacked by the giant scorpion that the general warned so often about. One hour past. Two. Three. Lunch time arrived soon, and with such a reduced breakfast, staying longer out in the ocean would not provide any additional profit. All hehad fished that far was a Slaughterfish. Better than nothing anyway, and enough to say Sails had contributed. After docking the wooden floater and getting out of it, Sails handed his catch to the fearsome headsman, now tasked with the duty of watching the warehouse where everything was kept. From food, to bones, to ingots, everything was there. Almost everything. A small man, dressed with a hood, scurred quickly between some of the survivors on the streets and entered the sewers. Why? Sails' courage was enough to make him do foolish things, and without any desire for living, his chance to make good choices was very reduced. The argonian followed the man through the long dirty vaults until he reached a small cistern. Kegs were used as stools and everyone had a menacing look, carrying iron weaponry most of them. Likeliness said they would be mere lowlives. A big redguard carried a chest with three locks. Definitely nothing to be played with. The man got his hood out and revealed his blindness in one eye, and his long dark hair as well. His raucous voice provoked silence in the sewer, and made a lot of men and women move from the shadows to the empty kegs, as if sitting down to hear to him. He sat before a wooden table and picked up a small iron hammer. An auction! Clever! He began speaking. "This is an auction for goods that we managed to keep from the General's grasp! You are allowed to bid on anything with anything! The first item is a leg of goat." A nord woman immediatly stood up and offered a small coin purse for it. "One, Two, Three! Sold to the lovely lass!" The redguard handed a bottle of Sujamma to the auction leader, who put it on the table. "As you see, this is a bottle of Sujamma. Start bidding!" Sails immediatly stood up and brandished the first thing he found in his pocket, a trinket from the last loot of the Dark Slaughterfish. "A saphire!" "One, two, three! Sold to the argonian!" The redguard picked up the botthle and walked to Sails. The very same unfriendly look on his face, this time he ripped the jewel from his hands and gave him the bottle. "Now, a sweetroll!" A sweetroll and sujamma would provide a nice snack. Sails stood up and took out what he found in his pocket. "A nugget of Stalhrim!" Everyone looked at him to confirm his honesty about the bid, and the man proceeded with the auction. "A nugget of Stalhrim! One, two..." "Three silver ingots and an iron ore!" A breton in the corner yelled. "Do you bid above, lizard?" "The nugget, a soul gem and... this east empire pendant!" The breton gave up and the sweetroll was his. At least it tasted sweetly, because it had cost Sails his amulet. After eating all his biddings, the lizard got out of the sewer and sat at the well, to rest, digest, and fish before returning to his nest.

 

[White_Memories]

Elgal had been out on his nightly run, uncaring in the dead of night while there was no reason for a werewolf to fear what was going on around him. It had been that way for several long hours, until the horizon was brightening with the coming sun. Once daylight loomed the Bosmer turned about and began running back, having gained a bit of distance in the dead of night. Passing by a camp that had held giants only hours before he was shocked to see nothing more than white strings and a chest. The giants and mammoths were long gone.

Whatever had happened to them was little business of his and so, with a low growl, he continued running towards Whiterun. So focused on the hill where it rested was he that had it not been for the excellent hearing of the beast he might have missed the screams. The stench of poison eating at people and coating the city had him curling his lip in disgust. Elgal stopped, claws digging into the dirt, and stared with his ears perked forward.

There was a huge, hairy body crawling over roofs and the walls of Whiterun, with people spilling out of the city walls and trampling one another. The more he watched the creature in the city the farther his ears laid back, teeth bared in a snarl as he watched fires start up on the webbing. Each time more of the poison strings caught fire they were spit out and replaced, giant legs carrying the large creature over the walls. Eight long limbs crushed countless people without a care, the sounds of people screaming in terror all he seemed to hear.

And the ones that managed to excape the webs were instead suffocated by the webs.

His beast blood refused to allow him to move forward, instead urging him to retreat as far away as possible before he was noticed. Already he was edging back, forsaking the people in the city and whatever belongings he may have left there. Once more, he turned tail and darted away.

He hardly slept anymore, the blood and nightmares keeping him away long enough that any time for sleep had long since faded away. Solitude was the last place anyone could call safe, and even that wouldn't last long. Everyone had to work together just to survive and that made things difficult on a werewolf, one of the hated monsters of Tamriel.

When daylight came Elgal grabbed his bow and walked out of the city walls, stinking to the forests near Solitude as he hunted down what little game could be eaten. Wolves, bears, goats, it didn't matter what he brought down. People were desperate for food at all times, things being rationed out, and the few times he'd killed something it had been gone in moments.

Danger lurked everywhere outside of the walls, creatures that were horrors. He'd heard tales of many other creatures aside from the one he'd seen. Cowardice had kept him alive but what had these other people done? How had they survived? Skills and the like, or luck?

Crimson eyes scanned his surroundings and an arrow was flying in a split second, the sound of a sabre cat yowling in pain following a moment later. Not the best kind of prey but it would at the very least make sure people were fed. Elgal cleaned and cut the beast himself, knowing the people would rather not know what it was for themselves.

"Now to get this to the city," he sighed, hefting the leather bag over his shoulder. "Lots 'o people are gonna eat good now."

 

[Geel-Kajin]

It spoke to him, that book.
It's pages were worn and tattered, moth-bitten and moldy. Most would conclude that it's state was as a result of weathering and age. Yet for Navu, every yellow stain was the remnant of a tear drop, left from the book's exasperated cries to be understood. Every rip or tear was the sign of anguish, the book splitting itself apart in it's desperate attempt to get it's owner to see reason. Even every dog-ear and fold was not done by Navu's hands; It was the book's doing, it's call to him to know it's secrets.

I'm sorry. You should be in wiser hands.

Like every book before it, however, it did not accept his apology. Like every book before it, it remained stoic and unchanged. Like every book before it, it laughed, laughed when he threw it on the ground, raged and screamed at it. Like every, every single other damnable book, by the time the fit was over and Navu was burdened with hatred and bitter thoughts, it began to sI'm a racist asshole who doesn't understand boundaries, respect, or basic human decency and I need help at him- For this was the point in time where every book would take revenge for it's sadness under Navu's hands, and laugh in it's sickening, mad way.

However, this time there would be a different ending to this almost routine happening. If Navu knew of the outcome, perhaps he would have been able to stop it-quickly close his eyes, count to ten and run away from the attack on his subconscious. Alas, he did not know the future, so the fluttering, smiling pages of the book drove him to a mad frenzy. It was mocking, mocking him! It was at that point when his solid, rock hard belief in began to falter- What if he could never hope to be their rival? What if, when his days were done and the sun setting upon his own, personal horizon-What if then he had achieved nothing but be the most bitter person in the world?

At that moment, a small voice popped into his head, whispering a solution he could not have thought of himself.
Murder.

When Navu's reason to seek his existence in itself began to falter, a strange magic seemed to overtake him. From a gentle tingle, it grew to a heart thumping, blood boiling sensation. Suddenly, the voice seemed quite wise in it's idea. Navu wanted not only to take the book and throw it off the Throat of the World, but to murder every other mortal alive.

Yes, that was it. The outsiders had ruined his life, and so had the rest of Nirn, whom praised his rivals and patted their backs, leaving him to seethe in the darkness. How many were there, when the outsiders left for their home country, their studies over and their books crisp and happy? Navu could still remember all those cheering voices and treasured farewells they received as they boarded the boat to Skyrim. In contrast, how many were there when he left? None. Instead, they gave him the company of the cold and night, and wished him their brand of luck with cutting words and rumors.

Yes, He would do what he saw fit and bite those whom caused him suffering, kill them all while this magical sensation still ran through his veins. Looking round, he spotted his first victims and made his way from the clearing to the nearby Imperial camp.

Up above Navu's head, a shimmering light flashed by, celebrating the recruitment of yet another into her murderous horde.



(OOC: apologies for needing another post before even reaching Solitude hospital! I think I overestimated my stamina to write)

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

It was a matter of seconds before Sails had finished everything he had bid on earlier. A tall imperial, wearing a full set of a wiery heavy armor, which had probably accompanied him in many battles got out of the fortress that now served for the headquarters of the few surviving people. He was general Brutus, whose very squad found Sails dying out there after the attack from the octopus. His look was heartless and raw, yet he had managed to keep everyone alive thus far. Friendly or not, a debt was owed Brutus by every survivor. He stretched his muscled arm towards Sails. "Come here lizard!" Nobody inside the fortress would want to get on the General's bad side, nor did the argonian, who was one of the latest found alive. For that very reason, his mind was forced to do the simple action of getting up from the well and walking to the General in a hurry and to make him fumble while doing so. "Yes?" He looked deep in the man's face. Brutus was bald and had scars all over his cheeks, nose and forehead. His hardened looks ironically reflected his personality. "Go inside the tower, we are going to discuss a few things." All he could have heard before getting in was Brutus speaking to three of his men. "Seek the latest survivors... It's about time we retaliate against these beasts..." The lightly armored scouts didn't reply and ran off to find whoever those survivors were, suggesting that they were as cold as their boss. Brutus followed the ex-sailor inside. "Sit down, argonian, here in the maps table." The table had a map nailed to it with the help of two iron daggers of the province of Skyrim. But a few strange marks in it caught anyone familiar with the usual map's attention. Sails had no trouble expressing his ignorance. "What is this?" He asked in a dull tone, pressing his finger against a symbol that reminded him of a spider, which had been drawn over the shield of Whiterun. "That is Pri... A giant spider... We lost a few men to it trying to save Whiterun... It's no use if you just send numbers... You will need a strategy, as well as if you try putting your power vs a titan's power. We must have a strategy or we're crushed. All we have that they don't is plans." At the north, a symbol of an octopus was seen, the only drawing that was on the water. That drawing made chills run through Sails' spine. It had cost him his friends' lives and his ship. "What do you call this one? The octopus..." "We call it the Kraken... I still do not know how you survived it, but that is why you are here. Few of the people we save have actually seen the monsters. If you did so, then it means you have something more than the others. Right now, a few more like you are on their way here. When they arrive, I will explain your situation..." With such circumstances, Sails had little choice. None actually. He would have to wait for whoever were the poor souls that had to live in a world where their friends had been slaughtered in front of their own eyes by creatures they couldn't retaliate against. He looked to the doors and then to the chairs gathered around the table with the map. Soon survivors would be sitting next to him.

 

[White_Memories]

Elgal saw no reason to hurry back to the city walls and took his time going on the path, staring out at the horizon with longing. He didn't need to change all the time but the freedom he so enjoyed was a distant memory for now. Until the monsters that had begun preying on humans were gone he would be in this skin. A twinge of pain in his chest immediately drew sorrow... all the gods were dead...

Hircine was probably dead.

Clenching his teeth, ruby eyes narrowed on the approaching male wearing leather armor, Elgal sped his steps towards the gate. Once he spotted a guard he handed over the bag with a stern glare and a nod, as per his own routine. If the guard valued her life she would make sure his kill didn't end up on the black market as so many things did. With that done, and the guard on her way, Elgal crossed his arms and rose a brow at the scout that had approached.

"General Brutus is callin' the latest survivors," a chilled voice deadpanned. "Follow me, elf."

No further words were needed, not that he would have gotten pleasant coversation from the Nord any-how. Majority of them had turned as frozen as ice with the destruction of their homeland spreading like wildfire. He could understand the general wanting to mount some kind of offensive attacks, considering the entirety of Nirn was in danger. The beast within wanted revenge, to seek the death of those that had killed his lord, and Elgal agreed.

The moment he stepped into the tower the scout dismissed him and Elgal smelled something suspiciously like food coming from an Argonian seated further away. It mattered little if someone got into black market trading but it was something he hardly agreed with. Regardless of his own views, the Bosmer went over and sat a mere seat away from the Argonian.

Glancing about, his gaze landed on the map as if drawn there and narrowed. Whiterun... He knew that monster.

"I hope we kill them all."

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

A bosmer entered a few minutes after the men had been dispatched to search for the survivors. Sails couldn't tell much about anyone for their looks. And that trait could be looked at both postively and negatively. His first conclusion about the elf would have most probably been his probable dislike for argonians, since he sat very far from him. It didn't concern him though. According to history and many Azura/Hist ex-worshippers it would be impossible for an argonian and a dunmer to be friends. But Sails had achieved that impossible. The General left the room to welcome the other unlucky guests who would have to fight titans, leaving them both to the embarrassment and disturbing silence that reigned in the unhappy map room. Ice breaking words were more than welcome at that moment. Sails leaned to the map and tried to find out the bosmer's story. "So... Who or what did you meet? Was it the cloud?" He pointed at the symbol that now replaced Falkreath in the map that had become yellow after rough years of civil war environment. Then he slid to a horse's skull shape in Winterhold. "Or did you have the unfortunate encounter with this horse?" Whichever the bosmer escaped from, it took him some skills to manage to perform the deed. Or maybe he had just luck. Any of those would be aknowledged by Sails very soon.

 

[White_Memories]

Elgal had nothing against Argonians, sans the fact that they smelled a tad bit odd to his senses, and the only reason he hadn't sat so close was because he was had a sensitive nose. However, when the other spoke to him his eyes rolled in that direction for several long moments before sliding away.

"Not the cloud," he mumbled, looking to the map before standing and tapping a finger on Whiterun. "Pri is the one I saw. Had just got back from a run and the city was being overtaken. I didn't get close but I could hear the screams as people were crushed and taken."

Then his gaze went back to the Argonian and he actually offered a small nod. It would be better to get the pleasantries out of the way.

"Elgal Tharn," he greeted.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Elgal was the name the bosmer had given to Sails. Now it would be his turn, and trusting the mer had given him nothing but the truth, and so he said the very truth as well. "I am Sails-Deep-Seas. Captain... Uh... former captain of the Dark Slaughterfish." His attention was now on the sinister sketch of a spider, or Pri as Elgal had told him. "So that's what you call the spider? Pri? I measured strengths with the octopus, or Kraken as they call it... Lost all my friends for it's deep underwater lair for sure. As well as many ships found a premature sinking thanks to it..." He then noticed a strange cross on small locations in the map. One at the Honningbrew Meadery, other north of Winterhold, one actually inside Riften, another near Falkreath, a big one in an island in the Reach, and two more, one northeast of Dawnstar and one in Eastmarch, in the middle of the ugly swamps where the scorpion, or whatever confusing name the Nords had given it had come from. "Do you know what these are?"

 

[White_Memories]

The Bosmer looked to the map, his eyes sliding over each point in turn. He'd only heard some of what them were called and he hardly found it worthy to remember. They were the things that had killed the gods and all deserved to be destroyed. Should he find the one boasting the death of his lord then no matter what they would die.

"I don't know all these," he gestured to the map. "However, you don't need to know the name of a beast to learn to kill it. I won't be satisfied 'til each is dead and their souls writhing in Oblivion."

His words were vastly understated. Elgal would not cease trying to kill these creatures, these titans, until they had all became nothing. Whatever made them live would be taken from them and he would delight in watching them die. Glaring to the map a moment before looking to Sails there was a calculating light in his sanguine eyes. Would this Argonian really prove valuable?

"If the gods can fall then so too can these beasts."

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Elgal had a strange fire in his eyes. His hatred for the menacing titans was bigger than Sails', which meant he probably had more friends who had died in their hands. Or was he an elf devoted to a defeated god? Any of those, his skills weren't known by Sails yet, something he wished to change. "So... what are you best at? Marksmanship?" Those words were very stereotypical, but he meant no harm in saying them. It was simply a natural reflex on his mind, which was immediatly transferred to his tongue. "I have always had trouble fighting those off, but I am sure an archer will come in handy to fend off the giant things..." He pointed his pupils to Winterhold again. "I still don't understand how a horse is dangerous. Yes, they can be a problem when their shoes hit you with the powerful kicks, but to make them titans..."

 

[White_Memories]

Having a stereotype associated with him was no issue and Elgal understood just why it would be so. Bosmer were excellent with a bow, having the weapon become almost a part of themselves whilst fighting. It was for that reason that his preferred style of fighting included a bow and arrows, as well as some distance and a high place.

"Aye," he nodded to emphasize his point. "Archery is my talent, as it has been for nigh a century."

Looking to the map once more, tilting his head in slight agreement. However, Elgal was far more wary of the titans as a whole even though he was determined to kill them off. To be considered a titan it must have been a beast to behold.

"If it is called a titan you'd best think of it like one. Don't think of a horse when you see it. That'll cost your life."

 

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He couldn't recall anything, although he knew he'd done something. Now, everything was a blurred plane of gray, mottled shades only thought visible on an artist's palette. Instead of the light of the present, he saw the haze of memory, looking back into the past while floating through his subconscious.

He saw his home- How long had it been since he'd last seen it this clear? It rose above the tumbling, rolling seas of ash below, wind and dust kicking at it from all sides. Yet it stood strong in the night of this memory- It did not fall before this ash, like Navu knew it would when the Red Mountain erupted. No, the tower stood tall and proud against the dark and dirt...Mocking him. Mocking how far he had degenerated, from nobility in the Great House to a stranger in a strange land.

Then, he saw them. It was not their physical bodies that he saw. Nonetheless, he knew they were there. A single light broke through the pillars of dust, a gentle glow that shone through the black night of this ungodly hour. They were up there on the tower balcony, where the light was- Where the light had always been. A tremulous rage overtook Navu then, as he gazed up to meet their light- That light which they always met and studied near, whilst he cast himself aside to the shadows of the wild beyond.

For another moment Navu remained in the past, an angry man reliving his cause to anger. Then as he continued to look upon that light, the rage within him boiled to it's peak- and then he returned to the realm of the living.

Navu awoke with that cold, bitter anger still deep in his chest. As the haze of unconsciousness faded into oblivion, he saw himself within a stone room, bustling with chatter. There was a clinical smell to the place, and bunks were on all sides of the room, filled with figures. I must be in some hospital. Some of those figures were sitting up, others were walking- But there were some in the corners that were wrapped in linen from head to toe, unmoving. By their sides were the shields and swords of the imperial army. Already, stains of brown were seeping through the white sheets of those figure's bandages.

A certain chill, as if of remembrance, swept through Navu.

 

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The eagerness of the General was easily revealed, as the imperial moved frenetically around the room, his hands behind his back told anyone how serious the situation was. A scout entered, breathing heavily, all by himself, much to every survivor's dislike. "Sir... the dunmer is not out there..." Brutus almost smit him with his right eye, which was adorned by many scars, each driving people back to a different painful story for sure. "He must still be at the Skeever. Go there, make sure he eats before he shows up here. After that, bring him inside." During his training, the General had to be trained to use his ears better, at least that was Sails' thought when the man overheard their whole conversation. After the scout was dispatched to find the dark elf, Brutus proceeded to explaining the marks on the map. "The markings mean shelter." His heavy boots hitting the wooden floor stopped any silence from arrising in the room, as the general walked to the table and sat on a bigger chair, a throne actually in front of Elgal, Sails and the other chairs awaiting the survivors. His finger, wielding two bonds of matrimony, as a sign of respect to his dead wife, slid through all the markings that now were understood as a difference between life and death. "The meadery somehow didn't allow Pri inside. It's possibly thanks to the alcoholized steam. When we strike Whiterun, that wil be where you will camp." Then moving the hand all the way to the Pale, he held it on the cross near Dawnstar. "The Dark Brotherhood abandoned this Sanctuary long ago. If we take down the door, I doubt the Kraken will manage to stretch its tentacles far enough to catch us." Then, while sliding his now shaking finger to the Reach, Sails managed to spot a tear, cornered in the general's eye, whose owner made huge efforts to keep inside. Here... Here... we have a temple that was used by the Blades... Since the dragonborn's dead, now they have abandoned it and we can use it's structure to... to avoid being crushed by Hrumak." Recovering from whatever pain the titan had caused him, he carried on, introducing the other hideouts. As soon as his fingerprints were in contact with the shelter north of Winterhold, the general had already taken down the pain and was ready to proceed. "There was an outpost here... From some insane ex-mage... It holds a strange dwemer device, but it won't help breaking inside it. The outpost will only be used to siege Winterhold with Frjo inside it, and hide if the Kraken threatens us again. In Riften, if you press a button in the coffin inside the mausoleum, a stairway opens. Thieves' Guild affair. Sooner or later they had to crawl out to be smashed by the Hevnhar. Remember that if you are about to be run over near the graveyard." The man wasn't willing to speak about the last cross, nor a strange circle in Hjaalmarch. "If you are desperate for shelter while near Windhelm, the... the abandoned giant camps and the ancient dragon lair can help you, but... Glutrus might easily find you... Nobody came alive from a meeting with him so far." "Well... what about the circle?" "There's an abandoned shack near Morthal. Damn place was reeking with slaughterfish and mudcrabs. We don't know what lies inside. Tchrykus is too fast, and there is blood at the door. I don't recommend you going in there unless you really need it..." He backed from the map and turned his back to them, looking to the ground, then to the ceiling. "Do you know... anything about what we are dealing with?" Sails actually knew little if nothing about the titans. Even their names were at his ignorance. "I fear... I don't know much..." Then Brutus sketched a menacing grin in his hard, dry lips. "The one you found is called Kraken... Many sailors have died to its hands and now we have to send ships to their deaths to avoid having the beast swimming close to us. You, bosmer, you must be well acquainted with Pri. That spider is too fast to strike with arrows or blades. We should hit it with longer strikes like destruction spells. But that will be your decision when the time comes. The horse is called Frjo. If you don't think of it as a titan you are either a fool, an insolent or both! It is cloaked with a storm and doesn't appear to get tired. If we managed to break it that would mean turning the plates in this battle. Ystorin is a cloud, and we noticed it's ability to fly lower in every two days to slaughter anything that breathes its toxic nature. We still need to find some way to fight it... Firvr and Hevnhar are very close in their locations. Beware to never find them both together. The snake is permanently ignited and the boar crushes any in its path. Do not show or expect mercy there. Tchrykus is close to us and very fast. It spits poison mixed with eggs that hatch immediatly. If you are hit, you are either a toxic corpse or a skinless dying man. My advice is for you to lure it to a place without swamps so it isn't in advantage. And... wear a lot of armor to avoid being corroded by the acid. Hrumak..." His tone angrier now. "Is a mountain. It's arms are very powerful and destroy most skeletal structures upon its grasp. Beware... I failed to protect my wife from him, thinking of how slow he was. Xurfaz is a dragon... He doesn't fly, but breathes a dark flame that can make the toughest armor melt. Avoid his paws and headbutts to stay alive long enough to even see it. Jyun is a swarm of killer bees. I don't know much about that one either, but I heard that fire and frost weaken it a little, and they stay near the stronghold Largashbur. Nirram is an odd enemy. She turns men against each other and blinds many that are unaware. If you manage to not stare at her directly and are strong minded, she shouldn't be a problem to you... Then we have Glutrus... He... she... it... Glutrus is very adaptable and only two men have returned to me. Glutrus changes his shape and skills, and they say it foresees your weaknesses and fears, to become them. I wouldn't wish a fight with something like that to my worst enemy." Mighty creatures indeed. Sails had little to do but remain silent after such warnings and hoped Elgal had something more productive than him to tell the General.

 

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All the words that the general spoke Elgal hung onto. Keeping these things in mind was the difference between life and death in these harsh times. There was no way he would be the one to die in this situation, not when he had vengeance to seek for what the titans had done. Peeking over at the Argonian, Elgal had to wonder just how useful this male would be in the coming war. When the general addressed him and his knowledge of Pri Elgal nodded, a grim expression on his features.

"I know a bit about Pri," he confirmed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "I stuck close enough to learn more but not enough to stay within the beasts notice. She seems to stick to the web she makes and never leaves it. If we could someone force her to leave that webbing we might be able to kill her."

Listening once more, the Bosmer leaned back in the chair and scanned over the map. He had once roamed the entirety of Skyrim freely and he boasted a knowledge of various hidden niches that would prove useful.

"We could even sneak into Whiterun through the Underforge," he pointed out. "I once found that entrance by chance. Pri would never be able to get in or out that way so it's safe enough."

 

[Acrylic]

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Over the course of a few, short days, Skyrim had been plunged into a living hell. A demonic portal had spawned in the snowy heights of High Hrothgar, spitting out twelve unbelievably powerful beasts who wasted no time in wreaking havoc all across the northern province. Axel had the misfortune of encountering one of these beasts himself, and although he fought valiantly alongside many others in an attempt to slay the monster, their efforts were all in vain. Many were killed in the massacre however, by some miracle, Axel survived. Beaten up and heavily fatigued, the young Redguard laid sprawled on the ground outside of Whiterun's walls, unconscious. Scouts scoured the area in search of survivors, and they were very pleased to find Axel. Even if he was unconscious, he was still very much alive, and they needed all the survivors they could find if they wanted to have any chance of eradicating the twelve Titans. ​

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It had only been a few days since the attacks, and already, Skyrim was brought to her knees. Solitude was the last city standing, and was a safe haven for any survivor who was still outside its walls. Axel was clearly one of the lucky ones, and he was sure to count his blessings. Still, he knew that they couldn't just barricade themselves away from the chaos forever. Eventually, they would have to take the fight to the titans, and while their deaths would be the ultimate reward, it would be insanely difficult to kill one of the titans, let alone twelve. After being dragged into the Winking Skeever by one of Solitude's city guards, the young Redguard shuffled behind the hulking Nord, the two approaching the small gathering of survivors. "Got another capable survivor for you, General," the guard said, gesturing to the much shorter kid that stood next to him. "Don't be fooled. Kid's much stronger and skilled than he looks. I feel that he has a lot to offer with us taking the fight to the monsters." The blonde nudged the dark-skinned male with a rough, calloused hand. "Keep your wits about you. Heh, with a mind like yours, that shouldn't be too hard, am I right?" he said, chuckling. The comment brought a short smile to the quiet Redguard's face, and the young survivor steadily eased his way into an available seat. He sat a short distance away from Bosmer and Argonian, his dark-brown eyes fixated on the map spread across the table. A pair of golden, Dwemer goggles were perched on the lad's forehead, and they glimmered with a metallic sheen. "My name's Axel Alt-Eisen. It's a pleasure to meet you three," the boy said, nodding once. It was clear that he felt a bit uneasy about Sails and Elgal, but he did his best to keep his apprehension to himself. ​

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After all, they were all in this together.​

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» OOC - Wow. FINALLY IT LETS ME POST. I'm sorry for the delay. The forum was just . . . it was not cooperating.​

 

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It was rather embarrassing not knowing much about the titan he found when Elgal already had a strategy designed to fight Pri. The Underforge was a concept Sails had never heard before, but he was sure that the general would know where it was. "Well done. It will be useful to have access to a hiding spot inside the city. Still, the web is a challenging strength Pri has and we must ocupy Whiterun with a cautious strategy first. You will learn that we will proceed that way with most holds, unless it becomes a suicide mission." His words provoked a forced silence to reign in the map room, none being able to overcome the fact that they were toying with death itself.

A redguard got in just before the silence would progress to awkward. After he was resting on a chair, also away from Elgal and Sails, the argonian decided to introduce himself. "Greetings, Axel." Sails wasn't a good judger of people, and, despite what the guards said about him, he couldn't get any further information unless he spoke. "So... Which of the 12 did you find?" He leaned forward on his chair, rolling his eyes over and over again at every threat that would cause them a lot of work and most surely, pain.