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    • Damn, you were looking forwards to the war of words you had scheduled with Freyja. Did she know that her captain would barge in like that? You're almost tempted to run after her but a little prep time and some more explaining to Morlia why you felt the need to acquire a sneaky git.

    "Oh Nine, you...." Morlia does not sound impressed. "I-you.... We have to go apologise."

    "But I was going to..." you gesture towards the stairs, and wave your arms in such a way to convey explaining about sneaking and the various people best suited to it. Not to mention why you, she and Diana need one on your team.

    "Talk as we walk." Morlia says quickly. You sigh, long and drawn out like someone's scraped their nails down a chalkboard. You had all kinds of brilliant illustrations planned to illustrate each of your points.

    "Well then, it went rather like this." You start as Morlia leads the way out of the inn and the short way down to the gates. Either Freyja will be there or she'll be getting back once her boss is done yelling at her. "There was a rare opportunity to make a highly skilled thief indebted to us and I would have paused to consult you but there wasn't really time."

    "I understand that Fast, I assume you started this plan of yours when you escorted that... miscreant to a cell." She pronounces miscreant like excrement. Which is probably what she would have said if she was the type.

    "Well... yes." You admit, there's no point hiding it. "But...."

    "You should have told me sooner." Morlia says curtly. "I could have had some time to come to terms with the idea rather than have to accept it or run the very real risk of being imprisoned for what you did." Ah... yes, there is that. Somehow you rather forgot about what Freyja told you at the gates. Morlia, as your summoner, is responsible for whatever you do.

    "Well... I apologise for that. It was just a golden opportunity." It's Morlia's turn to sigh. You don't ignore her you just tell her every reason you have ever thought of about why you need Lucas. You even admit to some of the cons, trying you best to be serious and put forward your most persuasive argument to her. She nods at several of your points, mostly the one about how he can help with keeping the three of you from being assassinated in your sleep.

    "Next time, inform me." Morlia insists once you've finished detailing the great advantages of Lucas being on your side. "And plan for longer than five minutes, for Akatosh's sake." You've reached the gate, there's no sign of Freyja yet. You're pretty sure she'll be along soon.

    "I planned it for plenty long enough." You insist. Sometimes it feels like entire months go by between one choice and the next. Far more than enough time to come up with a workable plan or three.

    "I'm sure." Morlia replies tartly, rolling her eyes.

    Before you can riposte a door set into the tower to the left of the gate opens and Freyja steps out, a scowl etched on her face. She doesn't quite slam the door behind her but it's a close thing. She pauses for a moment, not having seen you, and swipes off her helmet to drag her fingers through her short crop of reddish blonde hair. The moment passes, her helm goes back on and she seems perfectly calm and professional.

    Morlia steps forwards, face and posture a picture of contrition. "I am deeply sorry for the actions of my daedra getting you into trouble. If I had known his intention I would have prevented this situation from occurring."

    "Oh it's fine," Freyja waves away the apology at once. "I made an error of judgement," her teeth are gritted, "but that's not your fault or your daedra's." You're pretty sure she blames her boss.

    "Regardless if there's anything he can do to help..." Morlia offers.

    "Well... if you could find the bastard who's been going around filling local caves and the occasional cellar with frostbite spiders the whole bloody city would be in your debt." Wait what?

    "Is that what 'spider duty' is?" You blurt over whatever Morlia is about to say.

    "Unfortunately we're only able to remove the spiders after they've been placed. If we could just stop them...!" Freyja smacks a hand into her palm with a smack.

    [ ] Quest get?

    [ ] What do next?

    @Verminlord there! You see that! I went and did it! Spiders for everyone! *Kyrina runs and hides like the arachnophobe she is*

    Seriously, please no spider GIFs in the thread. Please.
     
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    • I almost went to get a meme for spiders, but screw it, too tired for that.

    [X] Accept quest.

    Obviously, we accept. We'll get a lot of brownie points with a woman who seems able to stand our cosmic levels of awesomeness. That can only be a good thing.

    Time for Pest Control Fast alternative skin!

    Would think of something for write-in, but am falling asleep and someone will come up with something. See you in 8 hours, thread.
     
    It's probably Hircine. Nobody else would be able to transport truckloads of giant spiders every day.

    Unfortunately, we're not exactly at the level required to beat up Deadra.
     
    [X] Accept quest.
    -[X] "Incidentally, have you ever considered leaving everybody you know and love to go off adventuring with a bunch of strangers on a nearly-suicidal quest that may result in saving the world? Just wondering."


    Almost certainly a no, but I like her. I like her better than Lucas. Speaking of Lucas, having them both meet up in our party would be hilarious.
     
    Interesting. Frostbite spiders are only found, to my knowledge, in Skyrim, which makes it likely that tye culprit is either from Skyrim, or has visited it.

    I wonder if they ever find partially-grown spiders? The easiest way to fill caves and shit with spiders unseen would be to sneak in fertilised egg sacs. The other way I could think of would be to teleport them in. A couple centuries or so ago, mages of the mysticism school could teleport things, before fast travel made it less desirable as a game mechanic and it was abolished they forgot, in the games at least. I wonder if that holds true here?

    If not, some sort of mage teleporting spiders into caves and shite might be on the cards. In that case, any Mystics with links to skyrim might be worth looking into.



    [X] Accept quest.
    -[X] Could you tell me what you know about these skulking spiders of Skyrim and how they got there?
    --[X] In particular, are they ever encountered partially-grown, and can mages of the Mysticism school still teleport things?
     
    Kyrina said:
    "Next time, inform me." Morlia insists once you've finished detailing the great advantages of Lucas being on your side. "And plan for longer than five minutes, for Akatosh's sake." You've reached the gate, there's no sign of Freyja yet. You're pretty sure she'll be along soon.
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    [X]Quest get!
    [X] "Morlia, we weren't kidding about the near-dragonbreak in our head. We intermittently engage in days of planning instantaneously compared to you, then lapse into a fugue state as this body autonomously carry out our instructions. Then we get the summary of what happened and spend a few days planning what strings to pull on our puppet again. The major limiting factor is actually that we're a bunch of idiots making decisions by each shoving our own plans into the body and then seeing how they end up mixing."
     
    butchock said:
    [] talk like batman again but with Jack Sparrow movements!
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    The way forward is clear, we must become Sparrow Batman!

    [X] Accept quest.
    -[X] Could you tell me what you know about these skulking spiders of Skyrim and how they got there?
    --[X] In particular, are they ever encountered partially-grown, and can mages of the Mysticism school still teleport things?
    ---[X] Afterwards, have Freyja indicate in which caves were the spiders released and which cellars were hit. Investigate them looking for possible clues left behind.

    Do we know if there's anyone who could be a possible culprit for this? Neverdies' theory of Hircine being involved is interesting, but I can't see him being interested in these shenanigans. He's all about the thrill of the hunt, and spiders are the farthest thing suited for his kind of hunt. We should try to visit some of the local caves and the places inside the city where they were let loose. Maybe we'll find a clue.

    Also, Freyja said 'the occasional cellar'. Maybe I'm looking too much into it, but that could mean something if the city hasn't been hit that much compared to its surrounding caves.
     
    Extra - Conference of the Princes
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    • In a clearing barren on grass and ringed by twisted, wizened trees was a table. The pitted and warped surface may once have been crystal. Around the table are sixteen chairs of the same half melted looking crystal.

    Today fifteen of those sixteen seats are occupied and a vision of Skingrad fills the space over the table. The vision shows a young high elf woman but no one pays her any attention. The armour accompanying her, made of jagged symmetrical cyan crystal, is what attracts every eye around the table. A creature they haven't seen since the end of the last age and even then only briefly.

    "How could this have happened?" Azura, clothed in dawn-light and bejewelled with sparks of dusk, asked the rest of the table. "How could one of those abominations have come back into existence, it is not yet time for the curse to take effect."

    "Who cares?" Hircine didn't look away from the image or stop petting the monstrous hound sprawled over his lap. "It is but one of them, without the rest it's harmless enough. Barely even sport." Hircine sounded disappointed and incredulous whispers rippled around the table. The Prince of the hunt could not be so nonchalant about the situation before them.

    "Sport or not that is an abomination that must be destroyed before it can awaken Jyggalag." Mehrunes Dagon slammed his fist into the table. A crack runs through the crystal and Sanguine rolled his eyes with a derisive snort.

    "Is that all you can think of?" The Prince of pleasure leans forwards, eyes drifting from the knight to the young woman. Sanguine licks his lips. "Surely it is better to discover how the mortal achieved this before doing something... rash." Sanguine eyes the frenzied spider web of cracks across the table, all of them originating from Dagon's place, with a sneer.

    "The mortal is irrelevant." Meridia barks, her figure of sketched light warping into a standing position. "We must deal with the Thing." Meridia stabs a finger at the knight. "It must be destroyed before it frees Jyggalag and dooms us all."

    "What do you suggest Meridia?" Nocturnal asked calmly, her presence in the shadows giving nothing away of her thoughts. "Sanguine does bring up a good point. How could a mortal summon a Knight of Order before the Greymarch is due?"

    The table fell into silence as the princes thought. Hermaeus Mora's tentacles slide sluggishly onto the table. "No mortal could alone. She would have needed... help." The Prince of knowledge said slowly his thousand eyes turning to gaze at the single empty seat at the table.

    "That's impossible." Peryite cried out at once, wings flapping with agitation. "Not even that madman would...!"

    "Wouldn't he?" Namira asked with her corpses' voice. "Sheogorath loathes the Greymarch, if he could find a way to redirect it or circumvent it can we honestly believe he would not take it?" There were no gasps of shock or cries of denial. Just the eyes of every Prince on the one vacant chair.

    "The knight must be destroyed. There is no other choice." Mehrunes Dagon pronounced, uncommonly calm. "It must be done soon, at once if possible."

    "Let's not be hasty here-" Sanguine started but Dagon slammed his fist into the table, almost splitting it in two.

    "Damn it Sanguine! Would you watch laughing and sipping wine as Jyggalag destroyed your realms along with all of ours!" Dagon swept a hand at the rest of the princes. "Give that thing time and there will be a Greymarch and Jyggalag's sword through your heart before you realise how stupid you are!"

    "Well if the wine was something special..." Dagon spat on the table, saliva burning a fresh pockmark inches from the Prince of pleasure's fingers. Sanguine raised a brow. "Disgusting Dagon, I mean really? Acidic spit? That's no way to have fun."

    "Be silent you mewling coward." Dagon swept his gaze around to the rest of the Princes. "I have plans in place that can stop this Greymarch before it begins. Do not interfere." Dagon disappeared in a flash of sulphurous flame.

    "Well someone needs to unwind." Malacath observed drolly. "Sanguine can you really not think of some enjoyable debauchery involving acid spit?"

    "Think, yes. Enact? Malacath you must be joking." Sanguine shook his head. "I suppose I'd better find something special to accompany the upcoming orgy of destruction and stupidity." The Prince of pleasure stepped sideways to another plane.

    One by one the rest of the princes left to tend their own affairs, minds ablaze with plans and counter plans for every possible scenario.

    On his throne in the Shivering Isles Sheogorath twirled the Wabbajack through his fingers. Hanging in the air in front of him was a vision of a Knight of Order and a young elven woman. The crystal knight was singing a song with lyrics that made no sense.

    Sheogorath smiled, yellow snakelike eyes filled with mad glee.

    "Now that's how you do the fishstick!" The Prince of madness proclaims and winked. "It's a very delicate state of mind."
     
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    • On one hand: OH CRAP! THE DEADRA WANT US DEAD!

    On the other hand: COOL! SHEOGORATH THINKS WE'RE COOL!
     
    [X] Excuse me Morlia, we seem to have an audience.
    -[X] Stop walking and look up in the sky. Flip the Deadra off.
    --[X] "You enjoying the show?"
    ---[X] Get your groove on.

    This. All of this.
     
    Wouldn't the Princes have seen we're not exactly your usual Knight of Order? I'm a little confused they seem to think we are.
     
    Hastur said:
    Wouldn't the Princes have seen we're not exactly your usual Knight of Order? I'm a little confused they seem to think we are.
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    They do not care. Order strikes fear into their hearts even after all this time. No trace of Order has appeared outside the shivering isles since the day of my Lords mutilation at the hands of the princes. It is likely that they will send champions to destroy our being permanently. We must be prepared.

    We must     gather a party of 10 mortals to shield us, one of each race. Their ages will start gaining strength, an obelisk is required. But perhaps there are other ways.
     
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