Rayeith pulled out the bottle labeled "Stale Air" and tossed it as far up the staircase as he could manage. The effect was that a group of Daedric warriors fell forward down the stairs, breaking their necks as they tumbled down the stairs. The few that may have survived were too paralyzed to fight. Then, having no immediate enemies to fight, Rayeith took up a position between Lorn and the hoard, giving him a chance to cast spells without interruption. Up ahead, the sounds of dying demons rang out as Rigor and Othar raged through their ranks. He could hear the thwang of a bow from nearby, as well. This is definitely interesting, Rayeith thought as a smile crossed his face.
Lorns face remained impartial as he sat on the ground placing his hands flat on the stone in front of him, cracks shot through the earth ripping towards the deamons. Skeletal hands, some with daggers others with wicked claws rose from the abiss stabing and dragging the deamons down ripping them apart. When all of the deamons where gone the cracks remained. Blood oozed up from the earth, and sounds like the ripping of meat and gnashing of teeth came up with it. As Lorns eyes opened he wobbled slightly with the drain, standing shakily he looked around, "That should take care of them and any other deamons. We should move though, the damned are starving for flesh and its hard too keep them from taking whatevers moving up here" he said gesturing to their little group. He headed, stumbling a little towards the stairs.
If you kill a mime in the woods Dose it make a sound?
Rayeith was bemused at the thought of what their strange group of heroes might have looked like as they ascended the stairs, practically waltzing past the remaining mobs of demons and undead fighting one another. The stairs led up much farther than Rayeith had realized, and he was soon out of breath. All this combat was not his specialty, and he wasn't sure how many more mobs they could take. Maybe the Dragoness could handle it, but the rest of the party was just mere mortals. Luckily for them all, however, the tower was much simpler than its outside appearence had indicated. The stairs just went straight up to the top of the citadel, never once breaking for a new room or floor.
Then, when they finally reached the top, an amazing sight lay before them. It wasn't a room that they had entered, but the top of the tower. Great lakes of molten lava flowed out into the distance as the solitary island of hardened earth seemed to drift from place to place. He hoped it was just his eyes playing tricks on him; the idea of being on a capsizable boat of earth made him a bit squeamish. As the land gradually rose to accommodate the fortress itself, more and more spires made themselves apparent. the effect was that of standing on the tallest nail in a bed of rusty iron that threatened to impale you if the wrong move was made. The rusty obsidian (for that is what it appeared to be) spires reached gradually higher, thriving to touch the dismal sky cast perpetually in bloody Dusk. Then, before their very bodies, rose a tremendous shrine out of the roof. Despite it obviously being made of yet more obsidian, it reflected the blood lust color of the sky. Two walk ways sprang out of the tower's form and intertwined like two trees would grow together to form one, only to un-twine near the shrine's peak and become two separate paths to the same goal: A glowing stone upon the shrine's apex.
The last thing he took in, however, was the Daedric prince that was walking down one of the interweaving paths to greet them. Rayeith instantly tensed and surveyed the roof, preparing for the battle ahead. Nothing besides the shrine caught his attention. And then it dawned on him that there was no railing of any sort around the tower. A wrong move could send one plummeting to certain death.
But the Prince of demons was not charging them as he expected. Instead, strange desires flooded Rayeith's mind. Offers of power, of fortune and ancient relics raged in Rayeith's head. The Prince was seducing him with his hidden desires. Most of them Rayeith quickly dismissed. One however, kept forcing its way into his stream of thought: The demon offered him Magic. To remove the curse of his birth and bestow upon him that which the gods themselves had deemed him unfit to have. He would never have to see the snide remarks again; the quiet mocking, the scrupulous stares, the obvious contempt.
his mind deeply troubled with the promises of the Daedric Prince, he only took a moment to see if any of the others were having the trouble that he was facing. It was hard to tell, but the only person besides himself that was showing any concern was Lorn. The others seemed unpersuaded in the least, though he was not in the position to judge such things with his mind all fogged up. He silently hoped that one of them would step forward and vanquish the prodding demon before he caved in.
Post by Rigor.Mortis on Jan 6, 2009 20:34:16 GMT -5
Rigor closed her eyes and relaxed, memories flashing through her mind.. Memories of her youth.. And the horrible things that warped her. She grit her teeth and clenched her fists around her hair as she tried blocking things out. She could feel. Feel the sadness. The anger that drove her to death; to insanity. The emotions, she hated them.. They made her feel remorse, and made an instant weak point for her. Her head hurt as she dropped to her knees, opening her eyes to feel where the forces were coming from. "ADRASTUS!" She roared as her tail quickly shot and snaked itself around the figure's ankle, raising him into the air. He was unfairly taken away from her, and as she began to forget, this foul creature did this to her.
Rayeith watched as the Dragoness wrapped went for the Daedric Lord, only to have the figure dissipate. The Demon was and Illusionist; the battle just grew much more dangerous. Rayeith began looking around frantically, trying to find where the attack would ensue from. The, suddenly, the rim of the tower became lined with copies of the Daedric Prince, and all ran at the confused adventurers. Rayeith readied his staff and began jabbing and smacking at the apparitions. He managed to get an advantage on one and jabbed him hard enough in the ribs to send him reeling back and over the edge of the tower. He dodged the incoming swords as best he could, hoping that he wouldn't share the illusion's fate.
Post by Alrich Üeuer on Jan 11, 2009 22:00:05 GMT -5
Aldrich watched as about 20 doppelgangers of the first demon poofed into view around the edge of the tower. To draw his bow in a situation as close as this one would offer him no advantage, so he drew his short sword. He wasn't very accustomed to melee combat, but he did the best he could. He ducked dodged and rolled away from several swings of a vicious looking mace-he wasn't too sure if it was real or not-before an idea came to him. He lept to his feet, eyed the surrounding illusions, and singled one out. He sprinted across the tower, raised his sword above the skull of one of the demons and brought it down hard. The limp body of the only demon with a shadow- as the others were illusions of the mind-fell to the ground.
"So, the constantly confused one has some wit about him," Rayeith found himself saying as the illusions dissipated. With the Daedric Prince defeated, the group finished the last bit of their climb, finally coming upon the Sigil Stone; the artifact keeping the gate of Oblivion open for the hordes of demons. Then, with the stone removed, they found themselves in a clearing outside of Chorrol. "It seems we made it, somehow. But I wonder if the threat is truly over yet?"
Post by Rigor.Mortis on Jan 12, 2009 7:18:20 GMT -5
Rigor as squatted, resting on her haunches as she still remained clenched altogether. Her eyes glowed almost like two light bulbs as potent memories flowed through her like poison. The Prince had been defeated, but it was as if he were still there toying with her.. Her mind was ripping in two again. It was as if the Prince had made her whole. Made her.. Another dragoness, then twisted her into Rigor once again. It was painful. Painful because she recognized the face of the old man, and knew his name.. She knew he was important and long gone.. But who he was remained a mystery.
Lorn staggered forward his face gaunt and bleeding from his fingers digging into his skin. He stared at them with hallowed eyes, "Lies..... all of it was a lie" he said walking towards the ledge and teetering on the brink. The boiling rock below rolled and spat sparks towards the ceiling like a living thing. He colapsed to his knees almost falling forward to his death. He whispered one word over and over like a charm as if they could hold him to this world. A small silver chain wound around his wrist began to slip until his fingers tightened and held it still. He rose on shaky legs turning to the group, "None of you owe a ounce of debt to me but once we take this stone I have something to ask, All you need know now is that I will give anything you ask if you help me find what I..." his words choked his throat and he hung his head, "what I need to know. After that anything you need from gold to my life is yours for the taking." He looked around his blue eyes dulled with a wretched agony.
If you kill a mime in the woods Dose it make a sound?
Rayeith looked around a bit nervously as a realization occurred to him. "I'm afraid I must be off, friends. Being championed around by these people is not in my best interest. I was trying to keep a low profile by coming here in the first place. Some good that did." He glanced up at the bustling town of Chorrol as it loomed ahead. "Before I go, however, I'd like to hear this proposition of yours, Lorn."
"I lost something to this hellish place that I must have, if you can help me find it anything you want is yours." he said looking around at them all. "There is a cult, The Mythic Dawn, that may have something to do with this. I need you to go with me and learn what ever we can from them." He squatted down and cut away some of the deamon lords flesh which he placed in a glass vial, "It will be increadably dangerous though so I'm not going to try and force you."
If you kill a mime in the woods Dose it make a sound?
"As much as i would love to do so, I have a shop to run. Well, did have. And I intend to rebuild it. I can do this for you, though: If you come across any interesting ingrediants in your excursions, bring them to me and ill repay you, whether in gold or in information. You'd be suprised what one hears around the loose of tongue. I'll gladly keep an ear open about information pertaining to the appearence of gates or this cult of yours. That offer stands for all of you, of course. Let it never be said that I never helped out a comrade in need," he said with a smile. "As for the shop, look for it in the small town that stands before the main bridge leading into the imperial city. I'd go into the city itself, but the church isn't fond of my ideals." Having realized something, he went quiet for a moment. Continuing, Rayeith whispered, "And if any of you are on the rogue side, I have the perfect job for you. I have some things of mine that were taken from me without meritable cause, and I'd much apprieciate it if someone could.... reclaim it, for me." And with that, Rayeith walked off into the forest. He wanted no part of the crowds that would soon form in praise of the adventurers.
Post by Tezztor Ne'taku on Jan 19, 2009 17:21:49 GMT -5
Inside the city fires raged on as the demonic invasion ensued, plants withered and the stench of the foul rode heavily in the air. A Imp cried out and fell to the ground, a massive gash in its gut played preview to its demise. "There seems to be no end to them" The male raptor cried out as he cut down demon after demon. "The town is lost love, You must retreat I'll buy you some time to get away." he added, another demon falling lifeless to the ground as his claws slashed and gashed the invaders.
"I'm not leaving without you Tezz, we are a team I can't go on without you." she said urgently, rejecting his proposition. She struggled to maintain her shielding spell, cringing from the pain of overcharging her own magical ability. Tezztor looked back to her as he tried to hold them back from her, the same look of love and devotion in his eyes despite the situation. "Love I don't want to see you dead on account of me, if I fall I want you to run." he pleaded, hoping she would do as he asked. She just nodded, not liking the prospect of them being separated after their years together.
Ahead of them, behind them and flooding through the southern and western gates hundreds of imps and now larger daedroth poured in from the two remaining gates. They seemed like a pool of enemies, swaying and creating waves as they milled about. Their constant screeching was peircing and deafening. Tezztor growled and roared at the oncoming demons, he was a furious site to behold as he tore through the demonic waves. A glow caught his eye, his mystical dagger "the Demons Bane" was glowing, he knew it had consumed its fill of demonic souls and must be discharged or he too would be consumed by its power.
He raised the dagger and began to chant in the raptor tongue a spell that forbidden for all to know but the wielder of the dagger, using his opposite claw to hold the demons at bay. Suddenly to the rear he heard Reirna cry out for help, turning to look he noticed a massive daedroth looming over her. A critical moment had arrived, if he didn't discharge the dagger it would consume him but on the other hand if he didn't help her the daedroth would kill her. For him it was a easy choice to make. He leapt at the throat of the large crocodile like beast and thrust the dagger into its neck. The dagger began to glow blindingly and shaking violently. He turned to her, "Run! Get out of here!" His yes met hers and for a final instant the time stood still.
It seemed like a eternity within a flash of a second. "I love you" was the final words they muttered to each other before she took off down the road towards the gate. Behind her a rift opened, a interspace vacuum tore the flesh from Tezztor's bones before finally consuming him and all the demons in the vicinity. Parts of housing began tearing off and flying into the void which seemed more and more unstable with each thing it consumed. In a blinding light it erupted, instantly vaporizing the entire town. Reirna looked back in a unbelieving awe, the shockwave rushing towards her. Bracing herself she mustered forth all her leftover energy to form a barrier. It reflected the blast, which left a sizeable crater in what used to be Chorrol. She dropped to her knees, "Tezztor!" She yelled as she burst into tears.
She always knew that dagger was trouble, but it was his to bear and like the raptor he was he fought honorably to the end.Nobody could've known the dagger would react so violently if it was filled up as there had never been a invasion like this before and its consumption was kept to a minimum. She fell back exhausted, looking up at the sky which was blood red the two portals still standing.
Post by tristanfaust on Jan 19, 2009 17:59:26 GMT -5
Buddy had been almost invisable for so long, quick movements and panic driving him across the demon's backs and up higher before launching his own attacks. He hadn't done much, far less than the two raptors at least; his limbs were soaked to the joints in blood, god knows what dripped from between his toes and there was a small scratch across his back from a glancing demon horn. Right now he was panting on top of a building, crunching into an apple he had miraculasly rescued from a passing stall; he had to recover somehow right? He looked over just in time to see the first moment of love between the two, looking away as a demon snatched at his foot he returned his gaze as he heard the scream and the demented humanoid fell away screaming. The massive crocodile creature held her tight, causing Buddy to spring to his feet at once; of course he landed on a demon's shoulders but he took off at once. He was an arrow above the crumbling demon pathway, nimble and agile across the foreign skulls; he approached in the wake of a hundred angry hisses. Training and adrenaline could not compete against pure love fueled power however and by the time he got near to Reirna Tezz had cut the beast's throat.
He was getting closer and closer now, landing quickly on the paved stones and shunting away demons as he approached the two raptors. He was sure they were this way, though the demons were getting less and less as he ran; he could see trees in the distance but surely that couldn't be right... He couldn't see now, the blood was blinding and the demons were angry and attacking visciously; suddenly Buddy stumbled his way out of the crowds, finding himself at the edge of the town with nothing but uneven floor beneath his feet. He didn't get time to turn around to head back inside, the sudden rip of reality tearing the entire town he had just exited into whatever ungodly portal Tezz had just created stopped him dead in his tracks. He stared as the town dissapeared, bodies flying into the abbyss before him; finally nothing was left but him, the portals and Reirna a few feet away. He stood shakily, finding himself somehow on his knees, and stumbled towards the raptoress. "What... happened?" he asked hoarsely as he stared in desperationg at her face.
Post by Tezztor Ne'taku on Jan 20, 2009 22:28:17 GMT -5
Reirna gasped as tears slid down from her eyes, she felt a empty hole in her heart as if she lost her entire torso. Her relations with Tezztor had been at a bit of a unease, he always seemed shady about his abilities and that dagger of his. For a time that had even severed their vow as mates. She had never stopped loving him and had he merely asked she'd of given anything, but now he was gone. Torn apart by the maelstrom of his own weapon. She struggled to her feet and looked around, despite the vibrant red of the power of the portals, everything seemed to have lost its luster, and sound failed to ring in her ears. Nearby that sheep stared at her, his lips moving as if to talk but she could not make out the words.
She turned without answer and began to walk down the road. In her heart she knew he died to protect her and that was the misery of it. "I should be with him, I should be in the fields of out ancestors along side him." she cursed her fortune. Her claw grazed her mating necklace, the two fangs of him and a scale. It was bitter irony that the scale represented his undying protection. She stopped to look back, the entire town gone as if it had never existed and the visitors walking off as if nothing had happened. They ran off into the oblivion gate and left them to die, despite their hospitality. "Never trust that which isn't of raptor blood.. he always said that."