adeth
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Adeth of Fatum Semitaem
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Post by adeth on Sept 7, 2008 10:35:59 GMT
Adeth looked carefully at the elf who had adressed him almost aggressively. 'I...Im Adeth.' He answered with a bit more confidence in his tone. 'Im just uh... a bit lost and dont know where i am.' He went on.
Adeth took a look around now and the place flashed dark and red in his view. He shook his head at the image that suddenly had conjured up in his mind. And during that time he seemed scared.
'And if I may hid...stay here for the time being I could even pay for it.' Adeth said carefully. In his experience money could spare you from many troubles.
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Post by Vicorva on Sept 22, 2008 9:58:09 GMT
Zohara paused for a moment, and then repeated the greeting that Jarrod offered her, stretching out her own hand. The Seer sized up the young redguard before her- she was sure he was younger than her, but his features were weathered and tough, so it was hard to judge. "What do you want to know?" the warrioress asked. She got the feeling she had let herself in for a world of questions. She only hoped that it was not always so- that eventually, someone would come to help her. ----------- Nika headed downstairs to the basement, choosing one of the least luxurious rooms for herself. Afterall, she might not be there for very long. She put her clothes into the drawers, and laid her equipment out on a table, before perching on the edge of the bed, wondering what this was really all about. Why was a guild created on the premise of 'family'? It seemed completely insane. All Guilds had been created for power and wealth- the mages' guild pretty much had the monopoly on magical practices, and the Fighters' Guild were basically mercenaries. What was the purpose of this place? And what was all this talk of old bloods? She wasn't sure she really understood what was happening. It was all very confusing. But no worry. That was what she was here to find out, amongst other things. And Nika was very good at finding things out. OOC: Right, sorry I took so long to start posting in RPs again, guys. Posts in Beacon and Tamrielic Dragons will be happening later today, tomorrow morning at latest, and if HK is still going with Lezraal, I'll rustle something up there, too. Also, cool stuff will happen when we get to bed-time in this RP. So its worth trying to get past my incredible laziness for the good stuff that awaits you.
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Post by FC4 on Sept 22, 2008 15:20:38 GMT
Glaen walked through the hall somewhat aimlessly for a time. Navigating in enclosed spaces like this had always been difficult for the Nord, since he was used to outdoor openness. However, he managed to rediscover the stairwell after the Breton girl (He never got around to catching her name, he recalled sadly) headed downstairs. Since one way was a failure, logic dictated he should move the other way now.
So he did manage to find Zohara, still at the front door entryway, with a young Redguard man. Glaen stood straight beside the wall, waiting for her to finish as he was not willing to interrupt them. The air around him was chilled, but not like before, and Zohara would likely take note that it was no longer snowing around him lightly. Instead, he had taken on a soft, transparent blue haze in the immediate air around him, the chill extending but a few inches or less. It was the sign his power was behaving normally again, as he almost always had that slight frosty look to him.
At the far end of the basement water began to seep out from under Glaen's door, as what small amounts of ice had covered the room began to melt in his absence.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 22, 2008 16:17:22 GMT
*Thud-ud-ud-ud-ud-ud-ud!* "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!"
It appeared that Vantustius had found the stairwell down to the basement himself, though in a much less graceful way than the others had descended. After coming across it, skipping as he was usually doing and not expecting the sudden drop, he had tripped and rolled down the staircase, the sound of his body bouncing off of the wood slabs that made up the staircase reverberating through the basement.
When his roll finally stopped at the bottom of the staircase, he remained crumpled in his little heap for a moment, before bouncing back to his feet, weaving slightly as though he had simply drunk a bit too much before hand. He looked around at the empty room, before cheerfully raising a hand, crying out into the basement, "I'm Oooookay!"
It never occurred to him that anyone might be trying to rest.
Now confronted with a choice of rooms, he paused for a moment, pressing a finger against his bottom lip as he looked down the hall, gauging the various doors. "Eenie... Meenie... Miney... Mo..." He muttered under his breath, pointing at first one door, then another... But that didn't actually make a bit of difference, as halfway through the rhyme he suddenly shrugged and just picked the one on his left.
Lucky that it wasn't occupied, he bounded into the room, and spread his hands wide. "Home, sweet home!" He said, with a rather pleased chirrup. It occurred to him that this wasn't really his home, but more like a place he was staying... But home was where you made it! And yes, this was his home now!
Another pause, as Vantustius wondered just what he was supposed to do now... He wasn't exactly tired. Plus, there was something missing here...
He looked around at the rather unluxurious room, muttering under his breath. Something... Something... "Plants!" He realized happily, clapping his hands together like a small child that had figured out a tough problem. Wheeling around, he charged out of his room, back to the staircase with enough force that he missed the first step entirely, and ended up in a heap on the ground again.
"Hate stairs..."
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Post by Vicorva on Sept 22, 2008 17:26:13 GMT
OOC: The rule is not bitter and evil. The rule is evil and/or crazy. It's just refreshing seeing one that isn't even a little bit evil. But anyway: our fellow mods will turn against us if I don't cut this out... EDIT: Yes, you can correct my post but... But... What am I doing here again? Ah well, doesn't matter. Yes, it helps immensely.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 22, 2008 17:33:21 GMT
OOC: You see, there's a point to being a mod. We can do this all day and just trade off two posts. *Wipe* ^_^ EDIT: You delete my posts, I correct your OOCs. But yes, the deleting posts business is rather pleasant.
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Post by Vrek on Sept 22, 2008 23:14:01 GMT
OOC: I feel like I've missed something.
IC: Jarrod shook the Guildmaster's hand eagerly. This was already going far better then whenever he asked for help from sages or scholars. "Well, I'll get to the point quickly as I can. I uh... I heard about your Guild, I saw a paper up in Chorrol." He produced the pamphlet, as if a proof to his words. "I thought that maybe, one of you or one of your members could help me. I heard you had a library too, maybe I could find something there, even..."
He trailed off, then continued, realizing he forgot to even say what his problem was. "Well... uh... how do I say this? I mean, I feel other people. I uh... I know if their happy or sad... or hurt. I can feel when their sick, or have a cut or something. I think a wizard or something cursed me. I only started feeling it after I left my clan in the Alik'r. Thought that you could do something to make it stop."
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Post by Vicorva on Sept 23, 2008 9:23:23 GMT
Zohara frowned thoughtfully. She was not familiar with all Bloodlines, but this sounded rang with familiarity in her mind. If only I'd been a 'seer' instead of a Seer... she thought. It would have been nice to have had some ability to identify the qualities of her guildmembers, but no matter. "I doubt this is a curse... and if it isn't, there may well be no way you can make it stop. But you could learn to control it..." She beckoned to him and walked into the library. "Everything here is categorised. If I look under 'Bloodlines...' she headed to a particularly large section and scanned the shelf, before drawing out a book- The Blood of the Past and Future- A Farseer creation."My Ancestors wrote this..." Zohara said absently as she flicked through the pages until she found the one that she thought might help. It said 'Empathic Bloodlines' as the heading, and that was what she was looking at, but there were a few references to bloodlines that had similar traits, but different powers at the bottom of the section (That'd be Jarrod). "I'm no mage or scholar- they made that quite clear," her expression darkened for a moment, but then she said, "But hopefully this will help." OOC: You can decide what powers he reads about, and his Bloodline name and description, when he finds it. I think it'll be a newer branch- a result of two bloodlines mixing.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 23, 2008 14:27:01 GMT
*Boom!*
The sound was the door cracking off of the wall, as Vantustius bounded eagerly through the library door, sending it flying open with what looked like a half-tackle, half door opening. Ignoring it completely, Vantustius swept the room with his gaze, muttering underneath his breath. "Bookshelves with books, bookshelves with books, bookshelves with books, A TABLE! Bookshelves with books, bookshelves with books, plants, booksh..."
He had nearly missed the small plants that had been scattered on top of a table for a bit of aesthetic view, and a small group of them in a trough pushed up against one wall. But, upon noticing them, he let out a happy little squeal, dashing over to the plants and gathering them up just as fast as he could. Within seconds, he had an armful of potted plants, tall leaves and flowers bushing up around him, in front of him, behind him if he was holding one pot wrong, all around him. It would be a miracle if he could see.
Wheeling around, he completely ignored the fact that there were two other people in the room, humming happily to himself as he marched right back out of the living room, to go and put the plants where they belonged: In his room, of course! He didn't want them to live up there in that library, they needed to be closer to him!
Cautiously, this time, he approached the stairs, descending down them one at a time, as though if he moved more they would suddenly turn into a slide and cause him to lose his precious plants. Also, like a child playing hopscotch, his humming tune gave a sharp beat every time that he set his foot on a new stair. "Dum-da-DUM-da-dum-da-DUM-da-DUM-da-dum-da-DUM!"
His hunt for his precious plants was on...
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Post by FC4 on Sept 23, 2008 21:30:50 GMT
Glaen watched curiously as the crazed Imperial (Glaen knew the name started with Van, but the rest alluded him) burst through the doors into the library, snatched up a gathering of plants, and then carefully managed to navigate himself around the Nord and to the basement. One leaf brushed Glaen as the man passed, and that leaf grew cold and powdered, but otherwise was unharmed.
Something that made Glaen relieved, though he continued to just stare in the direction of the man. Finally he turned around and entered the library, watching Zohara and the Redguard from earlier. With his power now relaxed, he felt somewhat safer about sitting down in one of the chairs while he waited.
However, it took him only a minute of sitting before the Nord rose again, looking back at the chair. While there were frost crystals, there was no major ice. But that was not why he had gotten up. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he pressed one hand to the cushion. It depressed, as was expected, and rose back when he lifted his hand. Glaen shook his head in distaste.
Sitting in that chair was far too unusual for him; it was far too soft, and he hated the sinking feeling he got when the cushion depressed beneath him. It wasn't natural. So instead he resigned himself to standing there with his hands behind his back, waiting for Zohara to finish with the Redguard.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Sept 24, 2008 2:14:55 GMT
Alderin glanced at this 'Adeth' character with a sense of scepticism, completely ignoring the half baked jackassery of the wigged out Imperial who went about collecting his plants behind him. After all, he hadn't said anywhere during his application that he was going to spend his valuable time babysitting those with the mental capacity of a turnip.
"I see..." he replied to the man, with his own reservations about the stranger's true intentions. "Well, as far as I can tell, the warrior princess over there is in charge of the logistics here, if you can imagine," he explained, glancing idly over at Zoharra, and the men nearby. "But it looks like between the lummox and his oven baked compatriot, there's a bit of a line. So my best advice is to queue up." The Altmer made his way towards the stairwell heading upstairs. "If you'll excuse me, I have to choose a place for my lab."
The arrogant Elf made his way easily up the stairs, finding himself in a long hallway with several doors on either side. Alderin made his way to the far end, knowing the foot traffic he'd be subjected to would be less there. He gingerly opened the door, glancing into the rather elaborately decorated room within.
"Ah yes, this will do," the Elf surmised with a tone of satisfaction.
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adeth
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Adeth of Fatum Semitaem
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Post by adeth on Sept 24, 2008 14:20:10 GMT
Adeth nodded to the man nervously. But when the man turned and was far enough, he showed middle finger at the man. He disliked arrogant high elves who were like they hated everything around them, even eachother. They were everything he despised. Why couldn't people just be themselves and live an average life?
Adeth walked carefully towards this warrior princess type the stuck up elf had pointed at. He was calming down now though and it took a moment before he was able to find words to say to the woman. It might have seemed a bit weird since the silence was located when he stood infront of the woman.
'Im Adeth and I'd like to...join?' He added the ending of it in a questioning tone since he actualy didn't know what the place was.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 24, 2008 15:20:26 GMT
Vantustius' small room looked like a jungle.
The few potted plants that he had brought down with him, with a few quick spurts in their seeds and a few planted around him, had grown quite nicely in their little habitats, and now the leafy plants were crowding for space around him. The beside table, which was only a few feet square, had not one, not two, but THREE massive, potted plants that took up every last inch of space on the little table. A long, narrow table that had been for dining once now held six of them, all in row, and all with broad, leafy canopies that cast pretty much the entire room in shade.
Not only this, but there were a few scattered in every last corner, and every last open space that Vantustius could find that would be able to hold one of the plants. There was nothing that he liked better than surrounding himself with the fauna that he loved so much. Indeed, the Imperial was standing happily in the middle of his room, dancing to his own private beat in the shade of one of the more massive plants, which had long stems topped with broad, arrow-head shaped leaves, which cast small pools of shadow all over his room. "Hehe... Plants are so much fun, they never have to worry about anger..." He said cheerfully, rubbing a hand lightly against one of the broad leaves.
*Growl... Churgle... Groan...*
Vantustius let out a small groan, his hands dropping from the plant leaf to his stomach, which felt like it had a yawning hole inside of it... Aww, that apple that he had eaten earlier hadn't quite held up when he had set about doing a project like this... Sprouting so many plants in short order was quite a feat, and one that usually left him quite hungry... Indeed, he felt like he could run out and hunt a grizzly bear, then devour every last bit of its meat!
Trembling slightly in fatigue and hunger, Vantustius turned towards the door to his room, pulling it slowly open. It took a lot of effort just to do that... He had to get food, he had to get food in his st...
He was staring at the staircase. This time, Vantustius didn't even make it to the stairs before crumpling into a little heap at the foot of them, exhausted just from LOOKING at them.
"HATE STAIRS!"
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Post by Vicorva on Sept 29, 2008 14:29:48 GMT
As Nika headed back upstairs, she heard someone thundering about and screaming. She sighed. She had a feeling she knew the cause of this.
As she marched up to the next floor, she walked right past the collapsed Vantustius and banged on one of the bedrooms doors. "Stop making such a fuss!" she yelled at the atlmer Alderin. "There's no need to throw a tantrum like a little child. You're a grown mer, for goodness' sake!"
As she walked back to the staircase, she smiled at Vant. "Can't help but wind him up," she commented wryly. "He's a funny mer," she frowned as she saw the imperial's condition. "You are a strange, strange guy," she commented, reaching a hand down to him. "Come on, follow me downstairs. If I'm in front of you, you're less likely to fall."
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 29, 2008 15:44:13 GMT
"Mmmphgn murgle nimp shum..."
On first thought, it would appear that Vantustius was intentionally speaking gibberish, keeping his face pressed down against the stair where his head had come to rest. However, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that Vantustius' teeth were locked around the edge of the stair, and he was gnawing upon it as though he could manage to digest the wood that he could bite off of it.
After a moment, though, he seemed to realize that Nika couldn't hear what he had said, and he spat out the stair, looking up to her piteously. "Not trying to go downstairs. Trying to go upstairs. Need food..." He whined, his stomach giving a protesting, and surprisingly loud growl.
Vantustius let out a little groan, his hands pressing against his stomach, which felt like a yawning pit that someone had gouged out in his guts. Using his powers always affected him so...
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