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Post by rayeith on Dec 20, 2008 23:12:08 GMT -5
Rayeith stepped through the gate part ways and reached down to help the two up. Getting them on their feet, he realized that one of them was injured. "Here, drink this. It'll help the wound," he said as he handed the man with the gash on his head a potion. He then walked back into Oblivion and motioned for them to do the same. "It's such a wonderful place, isn't it?" Rayeith asked as he surveyed the land leading up to the tower. "But, leaving such notions behind, I must inquire: what do we do now? Should we stay and fight against impossible odds? or should we make a run for it, thus prolonging our lives." He then gave a mischievous grin. "Personally, I love an interesting game of chance."
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Post by Alrich Üeuer on Dec 21, 2008 0:40:13 GMT -5
Aldrich grumbled to himself as he got up, dusting ash off of his clothes. He thanked the robed human for the assistance, as well as the pale one. He merely gawked at the dragon. "I-I must apologize for the earlier misunderstanding." He said, as he noticed the accusative stares of the dragon and human. He coughed, clearing his lungs of ash and sick, gray dirt. "And wh-..where are we? And why does it look so...death-y? And what is going on here?" Oh, dear Avo, I really shoudln't be in this situation right now, he thought.
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Post by dracla on Dec 21, 2008 8:46:04 GMT -5
Lorn examined the potion skepticly before drinking, "We my ill aquainted friend are in hell, or at least one part of it. As for what we do Othar the oaf might have an idea, closing the gate if our best chance of cutting off this part of oblivion." He addjusted his hood around his head turning his glittering blue eyes to the dragon, "My thanks to you lady, your proving an invaluable reaserch oportunity." lowering one of his hands he scratched a circle into the dead earth and raised a skeleton with a huge battle axe that flickered with black flames. His eyes flitted around to the others, "I assumed a body gaurd would be welcomed."
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Post by rayeith on Dec 21, 2008 13:36:04 GMT -5
"Oh, it has just occurred to me that during all that commotion back there, we never truly introduced ourselves. My name is Rayeith Tanton; Ray if you prefer. Now, may i have the honor of knowing my own comrade's names?"
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Post by Alrich Üeuer on Dec 21, 2008 14:16:53 GMT -5
"I am called Aldrich Üeuer, but you may call me Uei, or Aldrich, whichever you most comfortable with."
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Post by Rigor.Mortis on Dec 21, 2008 15:35:09 GMT -5
"As I've already said, I am Rigor." Her eyes wandered across the landscape. The dead look of the place was almost inviting rather than the raptors that awaited outside. They were pathetic, and their lack of manners sickened her.. Though she wondered to herself if these three would prove to be any better; The first seemed to only be interested in taking notes on her, the second had an almost sarcastic respect for her, and the third just gawked.. She hated teamwork, especially with such an odd crew of "comrades."
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Post by Alrich Üeuer on Dec 21, 2008 22:45:08 GMT -5
The archer looked around at the hellish landscape with disdain. Well, there's no use turning back now, I suppose, Aldrich thought. "So, what do we do now that we're here?"
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Post by rayeith on Dec 22, 2008 13:19:14 GMT -5
"It is to my understanding that we need to make an assault on the Daedric Tower," Rayeith said as he pointed into the distance. "We'd best get under way, then." Thus, after running for a good while over the harsh red earth of Oblivion, the comrades finally came to the tower. What was strange, however, was the sight of the guards lying about with their blood spilled everywhere. "It seems Othar has already made his way here," he said as he surveyed the black Daedric tower, its obsidian mass jutting this way and that as it climbed. putting his hand on the door, Rayeith quickly stopped and took a few steps back. "Ladies first, my dear," he said as he bowed mockingly to the Dragoness. He may have been told to show respect to dragons, but he didn't think that made for an interesting endeavor at all.
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Post by dracla on Dec 23, 2008 21:29:21 GMT -5
"Your chiveliry is amazing Rayeith, and for those of you who dont know I am Lorn." his eyes wandered over the group. "And when this is done with I would like to meet with you all for a moment I have a proposition that may intrest you." A rotting imp rose from the ground its broken wing spattering the ground with blood as it flapped, "Let the fodder go first, just in case of any unwanted supprieses." he said following his reanimated creature a black spell worming its way around his fingers as he waited for any oncoming threats.
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Post by Othar, Modern Barbarian on Dec 24, 2008 15:11:53 GMT -5
Othar saw an imp flying in, so he jumped upon it and destroyed it, leaving nothing left. After the carnage, he looked up, and smiled.
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Post by dracla on Dec 24, 2008 19:27:39 GMT -5
"And that would be the unwanted supprise." Lorn said his arms crossing under his robes, "Othar, correct?" he asked a little spitefully. "you do realize that reanimating the deads not the easiest of tasks and in this place wasting efforts not a good survial stratagy?"
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Post by Alrich Üeuer on Dec 25, 2008 1:46:24 GMT -5
Eying the imp suspiciously, Aldrich followed Lorn up the steps into the tower. The imp disappeared around a corner. There was a loud thump-crack, then the gigantic oaf Aldrich witnessed barreling his way into the gate appeared, smiling in victory. Might as well try not to get on this guy's bad side. "And you are...?"
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Post by rayeith on Dec 26, 2008 10:13:53 GMT -5
Images of this same "bear" man using Atronarch stone to cook his food flashed before Rayeith's eyes as he set sight on Othar once more. cringing a little as he spoke, Rayeith began, "Alright, lets get this over with. Othar, this is Rigor, the Dragoness, Lorn, the necromancer, and this is Aldrich, the slightly confused bowman. Ah, and I am Rayeith. Now, we really must be off, as I beleive I hear noises coming down those steps." On cue, the noise got louder. Looking around, Rayeith surveyed the room. It's center was a small in ground pool filled with lava, clearly a favorite of spa going demons everywhere. Then, as you left the pool area in the center, A great staircase began along the wall and slow ascended around the cylinder shape of the building. It needed some decor in it, maybe a red rug or a comfy couch, but Rayeith was pretty sure that obsidian was back in style nowadays. Laughing to himself, Rayeith readied his staff for battle as the first of the demons came through the floor high above and began descending the stairs to meet them.
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Post by Alrich Üeuer on Dec 29, 2008 23:35:28 GMT -5
Aldrich got the first few...things as they stampeded down the stairs from above the room. As they fell dead on the stairs, they were trampled over by their fellow monstrosities, some crushed before the were dead. As expected, Othar rushed forward to meet the oncoming horde.
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Post by Rigor.Mortis on Dec 30, 2008 10:22:44 GMT -5
Rigor sprang up into the air laughing. Once again, she looked as if she were playing leapfrog.. This time with Othar; and instead of just harmlessly passing over, she pushed down on him with brute force, making him plow into the ground, squishing a few demons in the process. As she landed, a few of them jumped onto her, biting, gnawing, doing anything in their power to stop her. Her knees buckled and she went to the ground, whipping her tail around and knocking the next wave off their feet. As she rose, she pulled the three off of her, revealing fresh wounds that stung when the hot air hit them. She winced, preparing for more fighting.
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