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Post by Golurkcanfly on Jun 8, 2014 15:33:55 GMT -6
"IIEEEEEH!" He screamed as he only barely dodged the arrow. "Could you be a bit more careful?"
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Post by GX1997 on Jun 8, 2014 15:41:44 GMT -6
"Shut up or it won't be an accident next time, and it won't miss!" Lorelei yelled.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Jun 8, 2014 15:46:22 GMT -6
"Okay!" Avenicci cowered in fear as he tried to back away. "Have you figured out what happened yet?"
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Post by GX1997 on Jun 8, 2014 15:53:11 GMT -6
"No, I haven't," Lorelei said as she moved in front of the door to keep Avenicci from fleeing. Not that he would live long enough to even get down the stairs if he tried to anyway.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Jun 8, 2014 16:02:26 GMT -6
"So, what are you waiting for?" Avenicci spoke as he slowly calmed down. "I-It has something to do with your nightmares, doesn't it? They aren't normal, and I don't think you are either. Not that that's a bad thing, but how are you really related to Odette?"
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Post by GX1997 on Jun 8, 2014 16:21:25 GMT -6
"My nightmares are just the reminder of how I'm related to Odette. I've always had them, every single night for my entire life, without fail, and they're never going to go away," Lorelei said.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2014 16:30:37 GMT -6
"Are you really interested in your Nordic heritage?" Abheim asked suddenly, his eyes steel. Siegemund did not take notice to his question until he turned to stare the man.
"I'm willing to learn. I'm hoping to get all my memories back one day." He replied with sincerity.
Abheim rubbed his chin for a moment," Later I'll go by and pick up some books and I expect them to be read. All of them." His tone meant this was not up for debate.
The duo moved around into the Bannered Mare and took a seat at the bar. Abheim leaned close to the bar tender and whispered, "The gutter."
The woman looked around wildly before she also leaned in. Siegemund watched the exchange with interest and took a look around the bar. Nothing seemed to be out of place just yet.
"He comes here for a drink everyday. Stout with dirty blonde hair. Came in here yesterday with blood on a dagger. When he saw me lookin, he hid it quickly." The woman said quietly.
"And he could have been hunting animals." Siegemund said off handily, turning around to face her. The bartender looked dumbfounded, but it was quickly covered up.
"No I'm sure." She hissed.
"Whelp is right. Thanks, but it seems it ain't him." Abheim muttered. Siegemund followed after his partner quietly. The atmosphere was to odd for him. As he left, a dirty blonde haired man made eye contact with the bartender who grinned sadistically.
The man got up and followed behind the two. He flicked his wrist just as the two entered one of the Alleys. A serrated dagger came out and he stealthily made his way behind them.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Jun 8, 2014 16:39:53 GMT -6
"But why?" Avenicci asked as he slowly stood up. "Why would you have nightmares because of Odette, and why would you think you were Odette?"
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Post by Neo on Jun 8, 2014 16:42:07 GMT -6
It was another three days of constant sailing before the Gullwind neared it's destination. The days were boring and dull, but Varren used the time wisely, training and sparring with the others, and reading maps and lore with Elena. She was the only person he really trusted so far-he didn't even trust Nocturnal completely- and she was the only one he trusted with the truth of his mission. So the two spent hour after hour combing through possible locations of the Elder Scrolls. And the nights, oh the nights... They were anything but boring and dull, and Elena proved quite the... Companion. And then, finally-or perhaps too quickly- the voyage came to an abrupt end.
Vincent was out on deck with Elena, simply admiring the fair weather and cool breeze, when the lookout called out from above. "Ahoy, Cap! Destination in sight!"
Elena snaps out of her daydreams, as does Varren, and sure enough, as the ship rounds a bend in the cliff, a giant grotto looms into view. It is a massive size hole in the rock face, almost like a meteor strayed off course. First glance says the hole is easily large enough to fit three or four of the Gullwind on top of each other, and as the helmsman effortlessly guides the ship inside, the assumption is proved true. Even Varren-who has seen the forest cities of Valenwood, the White-Gold Tower of Cyrodiil, the Mushroom homes of Morrowind, the Golden City of Summer and more- finds himself a little awed.
The sheer scope of the tunnel is immense. "So, these are the ancient waterways of the Dwemer," Varren breathes in appreciation.
Elena smiles, though the action seems... Forced. "If you're impressed now... Wait until we actually reach the main chamber."
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Post by GX1997 on Jun 8, 2014 16:42:29 GMT -6
"Did I ever mention that Odette ended up making a deal with the devil...?" Lorelei asked as she looked at her nails.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Jun 8, 2014 16:46:42 GMT -6
"No." Avenicci responded as his eyes narrowed considerably. "Let me guess, something to do with a certain prince of nightmares?"
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Post by GX1997 on Jun 8, 2014 16:49:36 GMT -6
"Yes..." Lorelei said slowly, and she began to smirk, although whether that was a good or a bad sign remained to be seen. "And? There's more you know, much, much more."
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Jun 8, 2014 17:00:53 GMT -6
"Who are you? What are you?" Avenicci asked as he leaned in closer to Lorelei.
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Post by GX1997 on Jun 8, 2014 17:04:27 GMT -6
"What am I...?"
An almost sinister looking smile spread across Lorelei's face. She began to chuckle, and she also leaned closer to Avenicci, stopping when her lips were almost touching his ear.
"You're finally asking the right questions," she whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 12:23:40 GMT -6
"Should have known that was a dead end." Abheim sighed. The two were halfway down the alley and heading towards the wind district.
Siegemund nodded, soon he would be taking his smithing lessons.
He didn't know what hit him as he was launched off the ground and landed frontally on the ground skidding.
"What-" Abheim barely managed to get out as a blonde man slashed at him with two daggers.
One found themselves buried into Abheim's left bicep.
"Shouldn't have been nosy." Their assailant growled.
Siegemund scowled and rolled to his feet.
He grabbed the lance from his back and charged towards the man.
The assailant turned and thrusted forth,only for the teen to jump to the side.
Siegemund stabbed forth, piercing the Nords stomach.
He received a punch for his efforts that sent him into the wall.
Pain exploded in his head as the man stalked forth.
The man screamed as a war axe embedde itself into his back.
Abheim jumped onto the man and flung him to the ground.
He shoved him against the wall and raised his axe.
"Coward." He spat before beheading the killer.
Siegemund groaned, clutching his head as he stumbled up.
"surprise for us." He shook his head. Abheim grabbed his bloody arm and made his way out of the alley.
"Don't worry, that coward ain't going to Sovngarde." The Nord growled.
"There's a temple right? We need to get you looked at." Siegemund pointed out.
Abheim snorted, "just a flesh wound whelp, but you yourselfight want to get that head of yours looked out. Nasty wound he gave ya."
Siegemund touched his temple, feeling blood leak out.
"Point me in the direction." He muttered,as they made their way out.
He didn't forget to grab his lance though.
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Post by Neo on Jun 9, 2014 14:36:31 GMT -6
"So I don't suppose we can just sail on through, can we?" Varren asked the Guildmaster, though the question was purely rhetorical.
Elena sighs and shakes her head. "I'm afraid not. The waterways narrow significantly closer to Riften, so we'll have to make port and walk the rest of the way."
"And the catch is, the denizens here won't allow us to do that," Varren thinks aloud. "So we'll need to eliminate the monsters here."
"Which is impossible," Elena replies with yet another sigh. "We'd never be able to eliminate every monster or relic here, there are far too many. And even if we could, more will come eventually, and the ship would just get destroyed while we aren't here."
"So we need a way to isolate the ship," Varren finishes, intrigued.
Elena nods, smiling a bit. "Exactly. There are a few gates that lead to the old dwemer ruins, and if we could get those closed, then we could cut off the majority of the threat to the ship. Then we could just eradicate anything in this tunnel, and presto, no more worries. But here's the catch: each of the gates is guarded by a Dwarven Centurion, and can only be closed from the inside."
That... Does make things more challenging. That would mean all the gates would have to be closed individually, and the person doing so would be trapped in the ruins... A sudden idea strikes him. "What if we eliminate all the centurions first, and then send me to close the gates. With the Centurions gone, you would only have to defend the ship from fodder, and knowing the Dwemer, there's an exit above ground as well."
"I... I can't ask you to do that," Elena says hesitantly.
"Yet that's what you're hoping for."
She nods sheepishly, and Varren can see the worry, even regret in her eyes. Apparently, she had grown quite attached to him as of late. Varren smiles, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm not helpless. I'll close the gates, and meet you in Riften."
Elena reluctantly agrees, though it's clear she's far from pleased with the idea.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Jun 9, 2014 19:30:48 GMT -6
"This one looks like it has something worthwhile." Avenicci spoke aloud as he pulls a book with a slightly aged book with red binding. "Intricacies of the Soul and Heart by Neloth of House Telvanni."
Lorelei and Avenicci had gone to the Dragonsreach library the day after she revealed her secret to him in order to research their own curses. As Lorelei ate a loaf of bread and read a book detailing Vaermina's past interactions with mortals, Avenicci cracked open his book and began to read from the middle of the book.
My studies into the nature of the mortal have revealed numerous flaws within the form of both Men and Mer. The mortal soul is weak and feeble and requires a strong connection to its vessel, while the heart, even when replaced with a heart stone, guarantees the destruction of the vessel and therefore the release of the soul. Stronger than average souls can bind themselves to new vessels or materialize as a ghost after the destruction of their vessel, but this process is random and unstable. Much like a soul can be returned to a reanimated vessel in necromantic arts, a soul can be moved from one vessel to another without destroying the previous vessel, but even the most amateur of mages know that. My theory states that a soul can be split, but even I lack the knowledge to do so. It's aggravatingly stupefying.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 20:02:00 GMT -6
Siegemund leaned over the forge. After Abheim and himself had been treated at the temple the two parted ways. "Meh, crooked." Siglund remarked critically.
Siegemund sighed, and tossed the weapon away.
Siglund walked over and picked it up. "Crooked, not beyond repair. Your aunt can fix it up with the help of that Nephle girl." Siglund scolded.
Siegemund nodded absent mindlessly and began working on another iron sword. He hammered diligently until this one came out better looking. "Fine edge, but seems a bit off." Siglund tested again. He placed the weapon on his repair bend.
Siegemund sighed again and began working on yet another sword. Footsteps approached from the long steps leading up to the forge and he looked over to see Nephle making her way up there. She seemed better than she was this morning and Siegemund fought off the memories that came with it.
"Tiger." She smiled. "Nephy." He replied triumphantly.
He had finally came up with the ultimate nickname or so he thought. She stood to the side of him analyzing his work.
"Mmm better tiger. Though blade is to curved." She pointed out.
Siegemund growled, this work was becoming more annoying than he thought. Siglund stood watching their interaction with interest. "Tiger? How... Cute. Pet names for each other." He chortled.
Siegemund turned red as he paused his work.
"We are friends!" He protested defiantly.
Siglund only grinned indicating he wasn't buying.
"Alright, boy get back to work." He said sternly.
Siegemund muttered under his breath and gave a fleeting look towards Nephle who was avoiding his gaze.
"By the name of Ysmir have these people gone mad." He thought to himself.
He worked another three hours before crafting what Siglund seemed a perfect iron sword. A tired Siegemund dragged himself down the steps to the forge with Nephle watching him carefully.
"Exciting day?" She finally spoke and asked. He gave her a tired grin. "Definitely." He responded. Reaching the end the two entered Jorrvaskr and entered the quarters.
A few fellow companions were playing board games, some drinking, and others departing for missions.
Abheim and Bela were conversing quietly at a table to the left. Siegemund was tempted to interrupt but thought against it. He and Nephle sat at a nearby table and Siegemund finally leaned back and sighed.
"Enjoying your time here I bet." Nephle said, trying to start a conversation. He opened one eye and leaned on a table.
"Its alright to be honest. I like the whole do your own thing around here, people seem friendly enough." He answered.
Nephle nodded, her expression troubled. "Something wrong?" Siegemund quirked a brow. His friend said nothing. "No." She lied. Siegemund wouldn't take no for an answer. "Seriously, I'm a master lie detector." Siegemund joked, leaning forth more.
"I'm fine." Nephle said vehemently. Loud too since a few turned around in their direction. Siegemund eyed her warily before turning to the onlookers. "By all means keep staring." He scowled.
Some rolled their eyes and others snorted but did as they were told. "I'm heading to bed." Nephle murmured suddenly. She stood up from the table quietly and left.
"Something is seriously bothering her." The red head mused, narrowing his eyes.
And he would find out.
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Post by Neo on Jun 9, 2014 20:27:27 GMT -6
"On my signal," Elena whispers to her crew, as the first pair of Centurions loom into view, their massive golden frames inactive for the moment.
Varren carefully studies his surroundings, reviewing his plan of attack in his head. The waterway upon which they sailed was much more narrow now, and long strips of jagged ground, raised a good ten feet above the water, stood on either side, encasing the ship in a narrow prison. It was on these platforms the Centurions stood motionless, silently guarding wrought iron and dwarven metal gates beyond. Unfortunately, these gates were still wide open. It would be challenging, but if worst came to worst, he might be able to force the gates close. It wouldn't be impossible, as these were clearly swinging gates, not bars in the ground. Still, he'd prefer not to try. The plan was simple: attack the Centurions with all they could muster, and then overwhelm them with numbers and skill, when they jumped onto ship. Or, at least that had been the original plan, before Varren had spoken up.
"Ready?" He whispers to Elena, and she nods.
Elena gives a silent order to her helmsman, and the ship's propellers slowly grind to a halt, until the Gull is dead in the water. Elena gives another silent order, and two crewmen throw grappling hooks at the platforms, each locking the hook in place. Varren swiftly and easily climbs up the right rope, while Elena climbs up the right. Both land safely, and slowly sneak towards the waiting Centurions. Varren unsheathes his legendary Dawnbreaker, while Elena unsheathes an icy blade she calls Chillrend. In perfect sync, Varren stabs the Centurion right in it's core, and Elena does the same. And then all hell breaks loose.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 12:33:50 GMT -6
The next morning the books Abheim said he would deliver were there.
Siegemund took a look at them questionably. they seemed brand new at least.
he paced around the room with restlessness,there were no incoming missions as far as he knew.
and Nephle had long since left to sell her wares. it was official he concluded that he was bored.
Abheim was probably off doing something with practicing his combat skills.
"Honestly,its like waiting for Nirn to end." he breathed. and indeed it was.
he flipped open the book about Sovngarde and began to read. he filed away several pieces of information for later use in case he needed it.
eventually, he threw the book into the wall and sighed. he didnt feel like reading now, at least not anymore.
"To the forge!"he declared. he stepped down the halls and exited the mead hall feeling slightly better.
he, as usual, found Siglund forging weapons with diligence."Siglund." he called, making his way up the winding steps.
the man didn't respond and he quickly realized he was looking over a map of armor. "HELLO!!!!" he roared, sending Siglund into shock.
"Talos beard boy, don't scare this old man." his uncle snapped.
"Well, you weren't answering, so...what type armor is that?" Siegemund dismissed. Siglund gave him a weary eye before grinning.
"Ancient Nord armor. i plan on remaking it with a few add ons." Siglund explained, rubbing his hands together. Siegemund quirked an eyebrow and took one look at the horns. "most definitely cool helmet. if you make that i must request i use it." he said politely.
"heh, you read my thoughts boy. but the kicker is...you're making it." Siglund grinned. Siegemund did a double take as he was shoved towards the forge. "wait, i cant even make armor," he protested. Siglund gave him a shrug for his efforts. "fine with me. learn by error." the burly man replied nonchalantly and took a step back. Siegemund exhaled and took a look at the armor in detail. "is that a skirt?" he thought. there was no way he was wearing that, tradition or not.
he instantly began to search for materials then narrowed his eyes," im finding the materials aren't i?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Siglund smirked. "of course." he answered.
"Good, i need some adventuring to get the sound out of my bones." Siegmeund chuckled. "that's the spirit. steel ingot if i remember correctly." Siglund replied, handing him a piece of parchment. siegmeund looked down at the list and walked off. adventuring it was.
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