DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Only issue with this town?
All the goddamn spiders
... and the crazy dark elf.
All the goddamn spiders
... and the crazy dark elf.
Loyalty or No SV you Are the Daedra
- Thread starter Kyrina
- Start date
Sanctuary
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
You lunge forward and grab Medresi. Your gauntlets clamp around the front of her robe, where the hood joins the body, and you give a mighty tug and step back towards the stairs. Medresi staggers after you like she's drunk. Her hands scrabble uselessly at your gauntlets as every step drags her further and further to the entrance and justice.
The sigil created by the shattered stone brightens and follows her. For a split second you see it under your feet and hers. There's a flash of bright white light and it feels like a giant hand has hooked its fingers under your shoulders and jerked you up into the air.
You see nothing. No black, no white, no blue. Nothing. You scream but there's no sound.
The nothing is torn apart by white stone. A ruin of palest marble builds itself block by block around you, three quarters of what once was surely a tower. What remains of the walls rises to just past your shoulders at its highest and barely reaches your knees at the lowest. A font of dark metal, inscribed and etched with arcane patterns and symbols over the tell tale marks of a hammer. light rises from a raised pyramid in the centre of the font, tumbling down the sides like quicksilver and over flowing from the font to fill the engraved symbols. It shines blue and silver, a shifting dancing halo of starlight brought to ground and captured.
It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
"Hah!" Medresi scrambles away, towards the font. "You will learn, no one will stop us now!" She laughs, high and broken, then thrusts her hand into the quicksilver starlight.
"No, no, no!" It doesn't take much to know that's a very, very bad idea. You charge after her. She doesn't move, quicksilver swarming up her arm. Without thinking you lash out, you need to get her away from that fountain.
Your fist connects with her shoulder with a meaty thump. She doesn't so much as flinch.
"Uh..." you back away. Medresi regards you coolly. The quicksilver has reached her shoulder and is starting to spin itself around her throat like an elaborate lace choker.
"Come my chitinous darlings! Rise and defend our sanctuary!" Medresi's voice is changed, deeper, fuller and more resonant.
Spiders, legions of the smaller swarming around the tree trunk legs of three truly gigantic examples of their kind.
"Oh shit."
This seems a disadvantageous situation.
You took the words right out of my mouth
[ ] Plan of action
Someone crit succeeded their spell casting roll... I should stop looking at the dice funny. I think they're taking it personally even though I'm not rolling them
The sigil created by the shattered stone brightens and follows her. For a split second you see it under your feet and hers. There's a flash of bright white light and it feels like a giant hand has hooked its fingers under your shoulders and jerked you up into the air.
You see nothing. No black, no white, no blue. Nothing. You scream but there's no sound.
The nothing is torn apart by white stone. A ruin of palest marble builds itself block by block around you, three quarters of what once was surely a tower. What remains of the walls rises to just past your shoulders at its highest and barely reaches your knees at the lowest. A font of dark metal, inscribed and etched with arcane patterns and symbols over the tell tale marks of a hammer. light rises from a raised pyramid in the centre of the font, tumbling down the sides like quicksilver and over flowing from the font to fill the engraved symbols. It shines blue and silver, a shifting dancing halo of starlight brought to ground and captured.
It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
"Hah!" Medresi scrambles away, towards the font. "You will learn, no one will stop us now!" She laughs, high and broken, then thrusts her hand into the quicksilver starlight.
"No, no, no!" It doesn't take much to know that's a very, very bad idea. You charge after her. She doesn't move, quicksilver swarming up her arm. Without thinking you lash out, you need to get her away from that fountain.
Your fist connects with her shoulder with a meaty thump. She doesn't so much as flinch.
"Uh..." you back away. Medresi regards you coolly. The quicksilver has reached her shoulder and is starting to spin itself around her throat like an elaborate lace choker.
"Come my chitinous darlings! Rise and defend our sanctuary!" Medresi's voice is changed, deeper, fuller and more resonant.
Spiders, legions of the smaller swarming around the tree trunk legs of three truly gigantic examples of their kind.
"Oh shit."
This seems a disadvantageous situation.
You took the words right out of my mouth
[ ] Plan of action
Someone crit succeeded their spell casting roll... I should stop looking at the dice funny. I think they're taking it personally even though I'm not rolling them
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- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
Right well then
[X]power thrust target medresi
-[X] go for the face
[X]power thrust target medresi
-[X] go for the face
Enthusiast#117
This is not the Profile you are looking for
- Location
- United States
We have a sword, guys.
[X] Chop her head off.
[X] Chop her head off.
- Location
- Leeds
Somethings wrong with Skingrad this time of year.
Too many plots coming to a head for my liking.
Too many plots coming to a head for my liking.
Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
[X] Chop her head off.
-[X] In the best Jack Black voice we can manage "DECAPITATION!!!"
-[X] In the best Jack Black voice we can manage "DECAPITATION!!!"
- Location
- England
She is insane. We must act quickly and remove the threat.
[X] Standing Power Attack, followed by Flurry until dead. Call for new vote if we lose more than 25% of our health.
Huh, Orderboys really going for it. I guess killing mad people is what he was made for.
[X] Standing Power Attack, followed by Flurry until dead. Call for new vote if we lose more than 25% of our health.
Huh, Orderboys really going for it. I guess killing mad people is what he was made for.
- Location
- Leeds
You know I hate to say it but we've got a bunch of people who have no idea about game mechanics how to use swords. And one immortal demon who was literally born for it.
[X] Standing Power Attack, followed by Flurry until dead. Call for new vote if we lose more than 25% of our health.
Don't disappoint me Orderboy.
[X] Standing Power Attack, followed by Flurry until dead. Call for new vote if we lose more than 25% of our health.
Don't disappoint me Orderboy.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
[X] Standing Power Attack, followed by Flurry until dead. Call for new vote if we lose more than 25% of our health.
Alright probably the best chance we have.
Alright probably the best chance we have.
Enthusiast#117
This is not the Profile you are looking for
- Location
- United States
[X] Standing Power Attack, followed by Flurry until dead. Call for new vote if we lose more than 25% of our health.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Hi son! Finally getting your own voice huh?!
Also:
[X] Standing Power Attack, followed by Flurry until dead. Call for new vote if we lose more than 25% of our health.
-[X] Use spark and flare. Kill everything.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
wait what did she DO?!
- Location
- Leeds
Crits in this game are ludicrous it seems.
Skewfiend
The Corruptor of All Things
- Location
- The Darkness Behind Your Eyes
Ha!
We were mistaken for a lovely lady! We truly are the prettiest daedra!
[X] Order boy.
Speaking of which, @Order Boy, does this place look or feel like any bit of oblivion you know of?
Vaermina's pad, perhaps?
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ok what was the spell she did do.. what with the mini tower and all
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
Just a short notice for everyone following this quest and, hopefully, looking forwards to the next update.
I'm honestly unsure whether or not I'll be in the mood for writing anything lighthearted/fun/actiony tomorrow or possibly the whole week. A combination of tiredness from travelling from Manchester to the South Coast to vote in the Brexit, god I fucking hate that word, referendum and hearing the result this morning.
I'll be around for questions or whatever but actually writing pretty much anything is just... unthinkable to me at the moment.
I figured you all deserved to know ahead of time that my muse, such as it is, has fled the UK in the wake of the exit vote and might not be back for a while.
I'm honestly unsure whether or not I'll be in the mood for writing anything lighthearted/fun/actiony tomorrow or possibly the whole week. A combination of tiredness from travelling from Manchester to the South Coast to vote in the Brexit, god I fucking hate that word, referendum and hearing the result this morning.
I'll be around for questions or whatever but actually writing pretty much anything is just... unthinkable to me at the moment.
I figured you all deserved to know ahead of time that my muse, such as it is, has fled the UK in the wake of the exit vote and might not be back for a while.
Lordsservent
Servant of the one true God and SV
- Location
- The centre of the Multiverse
It's fine, just rest and relax for a while, we can wait for your energy to come back before resuming the quest/
- Location
- Leeds
Seriously? Are you registered at your home town in the south and work in Manchester or something?
Why couldn't you use a proxy voter or get a postal vote?
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
Didn't have time to set it up. Don't really want to discuss details it was just one of those things that happens sometimes, you go somewhere and find out, without enough warning, you have to extend your stay etc. No help for it really.
Ψυχή
Beyond my wingbeats lie the fate of all worlds...
- Location
- Void between SB and SV
That's fine, I'm sure there's nothing lighthearted about cutting someone's head off / flurrying them to death CX
Do what you need to do; the chaos flutters can wait.
[X] Dodge, weave, duck, roll
-[X]Not getting hit is always good.
-[X]Not getting hit is always good.
- Location
- Leeds
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
Thalfin looked between his two... well he hesitated to call them companions. Lord Sheogorath had bestowed the two daedra to assist him with a most important quest. Seeing as how the alternative to agreeing with the madgod was having said madgod using his entrails for necklaces Thalfin had agreed. He was regretting it now.
"We are travelling in circles! This mortal dog is useless as the rest!"
The two daedra Lord Sheogorath had seen fit to leave with Thalfin were as different as night and day. The first was tall, far taller than anyone Thalfin had seen before, and covered head to toe with gleaming golden armour. It was ornate, etched with nonsense swirling lines that merged and diverged so they appeared a shifting mess one moment and perfectly organised the next. Her uncovered face was a lighter shade of gold and the hair that tufted out from under the lip of her helm was a red tinted shade of the same. She was stunningly beautiful to look at but her personality was... less so.
"There is a road, see, and we are following it. Hardly travelling in circles."
The second had dusky grey skin and where her companion was encased in armour she wore only enough to preserve her modesty, if daedra had such a concept. The breast plate, emphasis on breast rather than plate, was the colour of a starless, moonless night. Her skirt of scale-mail was silvery and flowed like water over curves that any mortal woman would gladly give their sanity to posses. She was nicer than the golden daedra but not exactly interested in listening to Thalfin.
Neither of the pair were interested in that, much to his distress.
"I say that this so called road leads in a circle!" The golden one unsheathed her blade. "We must eradicate these trees and forge a line to our destination!"
"And you know which direction that is?" The dark daedra folded her arms under her breast plate and raised a single coal black brow. Thalfin swallowed quickly and tried to surreptitiously check he wasn't drooling.
"Of course, we shall proceed this way!" The golden daedra levelled her sword at right angles to the path. To her credit Thalfin was fairly sure that Kvatch was roughly in that direction.
"No."
"You dare deny my plans!? You dare defy our Lord?!" The golden daedra shrieked and Thalfin groaned. He knew where this was going, he'd already seen it five times. The dark daedra laughed, a low throaty chuckle.
"The road will take us where we wish to go much faster than you can slaughter all these trees." The golden one shouted in wordless rage and charged, sword high over her head. The other daedra chuckled again, sending shivers down Thalfin's spine, and dived to the left. Golden blade bit deep into the paved road with a screech and a shower of sparks.
Thalfin should probably at least try and stop them fighting. "Uh... ladies, perhaps now is not the best-"
"Quiet mortal!"
Thalfin shut up and went to sit just off the road to the right. If they were going to fight then he may as well enjoy their display.
Golden blade cut through the air, missing cleaving through grey skin by the narrowest of margins with every strike. Ebon black arrows shot back, little more than blurry streaks in the afternoon sunlight, but bounced and clattered off golden armour.
Maybe Thalfin should show these two the arena, he'd probably get a fortune in short order just from betting on them in each of their bouts.
"Ah, excuse me sir but did you summon the Golden Saint and Dark Seducer?" Thalfin glanced away from the fight just long enough to see that the questioner was a dark haired imperial wearing the rough spun robes of a priest. There were travel stains, mud and grass, around the hem and the man was carrying a pack over one shoulder.
"Unfortunately yes." Thalfin said, Lord Sheogorath had granted him a spell to summon assistance on his quest. The two daedra had come together. It seemed the madgods style so Thalfin probably hadn't cast the spell wrong.
"My condolences, I could banish them for you if you'd like." The priest offered with a smile.
"That would probably cause more problems that it solved I'm afraid, priest." Thalfin sighed and went back to watching the two daedra try to kill each other.
"I'm just a brother of Akatosh's chapel in Kvatch, name's Martin. I wish you luck with those two daedra." Thalfin stared at the priest, at brother Martin, at the man Lord Sheogorath had told him to find.
"Actually...."
"We are travelling in circles! This mortal dog is useless as the rest!"
The two daedra Lord Sheogorath had seen fit to leave with Thalfin were as different as night and day. The first was tall, far taller than anyone Thalfin had seen before, and covered head to toe with gleaming golden armour. It was ornate, etched with nonsense swirling lines that merged and diverged so they appeared a shifting mess one moment and perfectly organised the next. Her uncovered face was a lighter shade of gold and the hair that tufted out from under the lip of her helm was a red tinted shade of the same. She was stunningly beautiful to look at but her personality was... less so.
"There is a road, see, and we are following it. Hardly travelling in circles."
The second had dusky grey skin and where her companion was encased in armour she wore only enough to preserve her modesty, if daedra had such a concept. The breast plate, emphasis on breast rather than plate, was the colour of a starless, moonless night. Her skirt of scale-mail was silvery and flowed like water over curves that any mortal woman would gladly give their sanity to posses. She was nicer than the golden daedra but not exactly interested in listening to Thalfin.
Neither of the pair were interested in that, much to his distress.
"I say that this so called road leads in a circle!" The golden one unsheathed her blade. "We must eradicate these trees and forge a line to our destination!"
"And you know which direction that is?" The dark daedra folded her arms under her breast plate and raised a single coal black brow. Thalfin swallowed quickly and tried to surreptitiously check he wasn't drooling.
"Of course, we shall proceed this way!" The golden daedra levelled her sword at right angles to the path. To her credit Thalfin was fairly sure that Kvatch was roughly in that direction.
"No."
"You dare deny my plans!? You dare defy our Lord?!" The golden daedra shrieked and Thalfin groaned. He knew where this was going, he'd already seen it five times. The dark daedra laughed, a low throaty chuckle.
"The road will take us where we wish to go much faster than you can slaughter all these trees." The golden one shouted in wordless rage and charged, sword high over her head. The other daedra chuckled again, sending shivers down Thalfin's spine, and dived to the left. Golden blade bit deep into the paved road with a screech and a shower of sparks.
Thalfin should probably at least try and stop them fighting. "Uh... ladies, perhaps now is not the best-"
"Quiet mortal!"
Thalfin shut up and went to sit just off the road to the right. If they were going to fight then he may as well enjoy their display.
Golden blade cut through the air, missing cleaving through grey skin by the narrowest of margins with every strike. Ebon black arrows shot back, little more than blurry streaks in the afternoon sunlight, but bounced and clattered off golden armour.
Maybe Thalfin should show these two the arena, he'd probably get a fortune in short order just from betting on them in each of their bouts.
"Ah, excuse me sir but did you summon the Golden Saint and Dark Seducer?" Thalfin glanced away from the fight just long enough to see that the questioner was a dark haired imperial wearing the rough spun robes of a priest. There were travel stains, mud and grass, around the hem and the man was carrying a pack over one shoulder.
"Unfortunately yes." Thalfin said, Lord Sheogorath had granted him a spell to summon assistance on his quest. The two daedra had come together. It seemed the madgods style so Thalfin probably hadn't cast the spell wrong.
"My condolences, I could banish them for you if you'd like." The priest offered with a smile.
"That would probably cause more problems that it solved I'm afraid, priest." Thalfin sighed and went back to watching the two daedra try to kill each other.
"I'm just a brother of Akatosh's chapel in Kvatch, name's Martin. I wish you luck with those two daedra." Thalfin stared at the priest, at brother Martin, at the man Lord Sheogorath had told him to find.
"Actually...."
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Welp... I was gonna update but my dice roller/co-gm was unavailable. Have an Extra because I wanted to write something now I've recaptured my muse! Actual update tomorrow, see you then