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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jun 5, 2008 3:52:21 GMT
Casca, who had been looking over the shacks, looking for an area of stronger power to locate the Shades, felt a sudden spike as the Imperial approached. The energy flowing around him like a storm flowed in a heavy melody. A grin slowly spread across his face as the other introduced himself as a Shade. This should prove to be interesting...
A shiver ran down his spine as he could almost hear his lord chuckling in a satisfied manner. Any sort of connection with the Darkness was like electricity to him. He almost fed off of it.
A home for the Darkness? If this meant what Casca thought it did, then this was indeed a red letter day.
Welcome to the party, my child.
That heavy voice, smooth as the finest linens, flowed through his mind like a river. It was euphoric.
"Finest of greetings to you, comrade," he said in a tone which was both in his usual calm voice and at the same time an unusual sincerity, unlike his usual "smile for the crowds" style of speaking that had proven infinitely effective. As he said it he returned a formal bow, never breaking eye contact with the Imperial. "My name is Casca Abitius, servant of the magnificent strength that rules over us and empowering us, his Chosen few. It is this same eloquent and sovereign master that has brought me here now, for an until now unknown purpose. It is my very great honor to meet you, and might I ask, what is this 'home for the Darkness' you speak of?" Casca finished his introduction, raising an eyebrow.
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Yakel's basement was lit only by a few scattered bamboo candlesticks around the room. The room itself was fairly spacious, as Yakel had designed it, and made minor alterations over the years. Fine wooden tables were set about the room in no particular order, covered with soul gems, scrolls, the odd gauntlet here and there, several sets of scales and alchemical apparatus, and other assorted miscellanea.
Among this sea of items was the sorcerer himself, hands spread on a table with a half-dozen soul gems and a steel helmet on it. There were bags under his eyes, as he had not slept for nearly twenty four hours. It just cannot be done...not with these resources. For the past week the sleep-deprived Altmer had been trying to enchant a helmet with an enchantment that would grant the user the ability to see in the darkest night for nearly five minutes per use, but he had burned through five soul gems already with no success.
There are more powerful soul gems, you know. And they aren't as hard to acquire as grand ones.
Yakel shuddered, gritting his teeth as though someone had just run a long fingernail through an open wound. He knew what the voice was referring to: black soul gems. It was right in stating that they were easily acquired; the black market turned them up easily enough. But the thought of using one...
Oh, don't deny it. I can think of at least five people in this city that you would love to see within a soul gem. Or even someone less notable...there are many beggars in the city, one or two disappearing wouldn't cause any stir. It would be as though they never existed.
The sorcerer shook his head violently as though the voice was a wasp buzzing around his head. No! That's...unthinkable! It does not matter that I don't like them, no one deserves such a fate.
Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night...
The voice's mocking tone gnawed at the Altmer like a bad itch. Yes, I know well that I could use them. Easily, too. But what would I become from using them? Why would I sacrifice my humanity for power? Then nothing is gained. Relief washed over him as the Darkness bitterly receded, waiting for an opportune time in the future to voice his word.
Five minutes later, Yakel stepped out of the door of his shop. He needed a walk to regain his focus. He squinted up at the sky as the light hit his eyes, nearly blinding him after his time in the basement. Rounding the corner behind his shop, he made his way to where he was sure there were no prying eyes. Sighing, he assumed his animal form. His form shrank, brown fur appearing on his body, and skin forming between his arms and legs. His arms became thin, his fingers very long, connecting to the wing. Two ears pointed up from his head, and his face elongated. Within a second, a bat now hovered where an Altmer once stood. He flew up, going higher than most could see. A bat in the morning would be a might strange.
He flew to the Arboretum, where he came often to relax among the slowly swaying trees and towering statues of the Divines. Taking roost on the statue of Zenithar, he folded his wings in and closed his eyes. Three weeks. Three weeks that blasted voice has been beating on my mind. What's wrong with me?! Am I going mad, or is my lack of sleep just catching up with me? He turned his head, sleepily looking at the statue of Zenithar he was resting on. What do you say? You're supposed to have the most interaction with us mortals, will you let me in on what's going on? The statue continued to stare forward. If Yakel had shoulders, he would have shrugged. Well, it was worth a shot. Closing his eyes again, the sorcerer fell asleep as a bat hanging from a statue...in the morning. Passers by didn't express any interest beside raised eyebrows as the bat hung there in the first sleep he had gotten in many hours.
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 5, 2008 4:51:28 GMT
Wilfric smiled as Casca introduced himself, straightening once more. So, this man was indeed a Shade, and apparently quite adept at Speechcraft, if the way that he spoke was any sort of indication. Noble, and educated, to use such words in so fluid of a manner, and intelligent to not go overboard in his questions. Wonderful... He would be a valued addition to the Shades, and a powerful ally in the times that were ahead.
"The home that I speak of, is a place where Shades, as we are called, like you and I find solace and security in a group. Below these unassuming houses, in the middle of the poorest district of the Imperial City, lies the largest den the Darkness has to offer, and those that support and feed it come here, when they are waiting to be Called by our Master." Wilfric explained, his smile remarkably warm. He had been cool and business like with Lex, mainly because part of him still hated that woman, but this man was immediately high ranking in Wilfric's eyes.
"Beyond that door..." Wilfric said, gesturing towards the shack that he had just come from. "Lies the entrance to a cavern, deep underground. At the moment, I and two other Shades call the place our home, and work together in undermining those that would seek to usurp the Darkness, our Master, and doing His will throughout the city at large. We have only been together as a group for a few hours, approaching a day, but we already have some powerful members, most notably Lex. Lex is the... Well, wolf-like woman that is second-in-command at the moment, and her eyes See things that even the most stalwart keep hidden..." Wilfric paused a moment, his eyes flickering briefly as he remembered how easily Lex's sharp tongue had eviscerated him the night before, before continuing.
"If you wish, the doors are always open for another to join us, and add another Agent of the Darkness in the City..."
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 5, 2008 9:30:59 GMT
OOC: Tom Bombadil, you've gotten the hang of this RP really well. @nocturne... I edited. It would never have happened if you'd chosen a name I knew how to spell! (<-- wild ravings of a madwoman with poor memory...) IC: Dorien smiled at Lee. "Deal," he said. "Your name is a bit of a mouthful anyway." He paused. "Look... I wanted to talk to you about the other thing I mentioned yesterday. I need to talk to you about being Chosen, and Light and Darkness..." he looked concerned. "It's vitally important that I explain everything to you..." ----------------------- Lex had been prowling around her room, sometimes as a woman, sometimes as a nightmarish barghest, but all of the time she felt as if there was something wrong with her... everything now seemed torturish, uncertain, unclear. She wanted to do what the darkness told her- and she would- but now she questioned her complete obedience, wondering if maybe she should make decisions too. But noontime was on it's way- perhaps she was still a bit early, but she didn't care. Instinctively knowing that her power had strengthened, Lex closed her eyes and teleported for the first time to somewhere so far away she couldn't see it. She appeared behind a pillar in the University Gardens. Automatically peering around in such a manner as to avoid detection, she spied the young Conjuror, Phorease. A small smile tugged at her lips, and she just watched him. --------------------------------- Casca: the darkness is calling you to block off all of the gates leading out of and into the city. Victoria: the light is calling you to keep the city open. (a haze of golden light appears to you.) Wilfric: the darkness is calling you to get into a position of power in the imperial city- there is an election going on.
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Post by FC4 on Jun 5, 2008 12:27:13 GMT
Lee paused, smiling somewhat. Master Dorien's manner was so informal it caught him somewhat off guard, and he stepped back. "Um... sure. Perhaps we should sit down though." Lee replied, and moved into the sitting room, taking a seat on the bench. He looked expectantly over to Dorien.
"I don't know much about it... found out about all this Chosen stuff a little recently." Lex told me, don't listen to the voice. Past that... not much made sense. ----------------- Phorease stood in the gardens, looking at the sundial before him. The shadow was nearing the noon position, but was not there just yet. It was still not noon. Phorease sighed, leaning his staff on his shoulder and pulling back his left sleeve. The tattoos looked back at him, and one of them, the viper, began to move, the head slithering up from his wrist.
Like a dancing snake the viper wavered in the air, lifting six inches off of his skin. It hovered there, looking up at Phorease. "Think she will actually come?" Phorease asked the tattoo, which seemed to not respond. However, the viper was looking around and noticing the world around it, and looked at Lex over Phorease's shoulder for a brief moment.
"Why am I even asking you?" Phorease sighed, shrugging. "You're just a tattoo." The snake shrank back into his skin, and he moved the sleeve back over it to cover his hand.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jun 5, 2008 21:45:31 GMT
OOC: Nah, I just like these characters. BIC: As Casca listened, more pleased with every piece of information, that comforting voice called out to him. Be brief, my child. I have instructions for you."I thank you," he said, bowing again, "for your hospitality, and ingenuity, my good comrade. I look forward to working with you and this organization from now on. Forgive my haste, but I must take myself from your presence. The master beckons me elsewhere." With that, he gave a final bow, stepping backward five steps before turning his back on Willfric and quickly moving away. You have need of me, lord? He asked eagerly, hopefully. Yes. Now that you have joined with my followers in earnest, the time for direct service has come. Listen carefully. You will block off all of the city gates. No one is to be able to access them, either leaving or coming into the city. How you do this is left for you to decide, as I trust in your judgment well. Now make haste.Casca was somewhat taken aback by these instructions, but this was soon replaced by a feeling of excitement. Something big is being planned for such drastic instructions. A smile spread across Casca's face as he moved briskly down the streets. Yes, my master.OOC: I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. ;D
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Post by Vrek on Jun 5, 2008 23:47:30 GMT
Alinor once again strode the streets of the City, once again dressed in the cloth bandages, which covered his hands and face. He had his poncho still covering the Necromancer symbol on his robe, and his staff moving with his feet like a walking stick. He walked across the narrow bridge leading to the poorest sector of the City, the Waterfront. He turned around a corner, walking confidently past sailors and citizens on his way. He made another turn, recalling the directions he had received when he first came here.
He entered a large area littered with shacks and shanties. He immediately felt a strong tug, far stronger then the child's he had encountered the previous night. Was this the Darkness's champion?
Yes, go to him! Follow his words!
He quietly strode to the man, "Wilfric, I presume?"
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Gralder stared at the water's edge, sitting outside the Bloated Float tavern. He was troubled, as he watched conflicting pushes of the tide. Some were following the law of the sea, some were trying to reach the orc. He could not think. It was as if his ability had turned against him, and he were stuck in a dream. But this was real, he could tell. There was no longer that propaganda of the voice in his head.
He had begged for nothing more then that for years ever since he first began hearing it. The sudden silence was frightening. It was all because of that dream. It stayed with him. The orc began sweating again, remembering that blaze of fire. Then, for reasons Gralder couldn't even know, he stood up on shaky knees and dashed for the main section of the city. It was all he could think about.
As he ran, he barreled through several people, not even seeing them, and not hearing their angry and protesting shouts. Luckily, as he reached the central gates of the city, the doors opened, likely to let another person through. Gralder didn't know nor care, pushing right through. He kept sprinting through the city, still oblivious to the world around him.
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 6, 2008 1:28:37 GMT
Wilfric laughed to himself as Casca left, as suddenly as he had appeared. Apparently, though, he was useful to the Darkness, as he had been Called by him to do something of great importance... That was good. If the Darkness relied on him this early in order to get its will done, that meant that he would be as reliable in the future as he was now. OF constant use and of sharp wit, he would be a valued addition.
Now, Child... I have a mission for you, as well... The Darkness hissed in his ear, making Wilfric's heart soar. He was being Called Upon himself as well? Called Upon, by his Master and his Father, to perform some grand deed in his service? He would be honored to serve him, as he always has been! "Yes, my Master? What is it that you require of me?" Wilfric asked the air, tilting his head back, to gaze up at the sky. A look of deep thought came over him, as the Darkness began to explain.
I wish for you to increase our power in this City, by... The Darkness began, only to have Wilfric interrupted as another Shade appeared, the crackle of his energy interfering with Wilfric's thoughts. "Wilfric, I assume?" The Shade asked him, causing Wilfric to snap out of his little trance, lowering his gaze to him. "Yes... Yes, I am Wilfric." He answered, though his voice was a bit distant, his mind not having quite caught up with him yet. After a moment, though, he recognized the energy that was permeating the air, and his face broke out into a smile.
"Ah... Another Shade, come to join the ranks... I must remember to thank my Master a bit more later, as he has removed the need to search you all out. Already we number greater than the Order, I believe, and it's only a matter of time before that too comes to have its effects." Wilfric turned fully towards the rather gaunt man in the cloth bandages, making a formal bow as he had to Casca not too long ago. "It appears you have me at a slight disadvantage, my friend. May I ask who you are, and your purpose?" He was beginning to make a routine of this.
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Post by Vrek on Jun 6, 2008 1:52:46 GMT
Alinor took in the praised hero of the Darkness. A human, about halfway through his short life, he guessed. It wasn't a very impressive sight to the Necromancer, but the Darkness was proud of him. Almost frighteningly so.
He returned the bow in kind, "My name is Alinor Valheran. Previously of the Dusk Sorcerers. Previously of the Imperial City's Guild of Mages. We share a common master, as you may have guessed. His wish, is that I bolster your infamous strength." He hesitated. How could he just serve another like this? He felt a silent warning from the Darkness. He did not wish to anger the voice he was hosting. He still needed the power it granted. "Me... and my skills, are yours to use, as our lord sees fit."
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 6, 2008 11:16:45 GMT
Dorien seated himself as well, preparing himself for what he was about to say. "Well... Chosen's are people marked from birth to do great things, have great powers. Whether they did good or bad was up to them, but people- the Changed, who we believe to be non-chosen people- could always stop them. But... centuries ago, something called the darkness came, and started meddling in the minds of Chosen, creating Shades, it's minions that secretly try and destroy the world as it is... try to create the darkness' vision: a world of ash and fire."
"Normal people stopped hearing about chosen activities, and could do nothing to stop the darkness' work. But the Nine Divines- who we call the Light- saw fit to make themselves known. Any Chosen who actively works against the darkness- not just ignores it- becomes a Light, and our job is to save Tamriel from the darkness."
"But the catch is, Lights and Shades can't kill each other. I've never entirely understood why, but they just can't. I myself have been killed 5 times to date, and always I was resurrected. Only normal people have the power of death in this game we play..." he shook his head.
"When I first came to the Light, it was all about exterminating the darkness, but since I have become master here, I have encouraged the Light rather to bring shades over to the side of Good."
"At any rate, this struggle is very important... and I fear that soon the end battle is coming: the battle that will decide the fate of the world." He looked grim.
"But you see, there is something important I want you to see... something the light has given us, that no Shade can see or remember. It's the prophecy, about the end of time, and what will happen."
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Lex watched as Phorease' tattoo came to life... she could See the strands of Chosen magic connecting him to it. His power... she thought, intrigued. She smiled faintly as she watched him speak to it.
It was not quite noon yet, but she didn't care. She wanted to speak to Phorease- the only Shade who she actually liked thus far. She stepped out from behind the pillar, and headed over to him, prowling, as she usually did, as if she were more animal than woman.
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Post by FC4 on Jun 6, 2008 12:08:39 GMT
Lee soaked in each piece of information like a sponge dried for a month and tossed in a lake. But one thing stood out. A world of ash and fire. That was the only thing that sounded familiar. It sounded like Mehrunes Dagon.
But that was impossible. He had read about Dagon, and nothing suggested he would become like the Darkness. The Darkness seemed too sly, too cunning.
"But... how can we fight them if we can't kill them?" ----------------------- Phorease looked at the sundial again, looking at the shadow and trying to will it into the noon position. But he didn't have any power over that. She was an odd woman, the only one he had really wanted to meet for many years. Hiding a secret for seven years didn't help with that, of course.
Something moved in the corner of his vision, and he jumped. His wrist flicked and glowed a menacing red, the vile light extending from his hand and darkening, becoming a hard material. A Daedric shortsword pointed at Lex, as Phorease held his staff behind him. His hazel eyes widened and he straightened himself, looking at the shortsword in his hand.
"Eh.... sorry about that... You spooked me there." Phorease smiled nervously, letting his grip on the shortsword go. It faded to nothingness as it fell, and Phorease put his right hand out to Lex in greeting. "Good to see you came."
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 6, 2008 12:24:54 GMT
Lex had already teleported away as soon as she saw the currents magic stirring, standing on his other side. "You spook a little too easily," she commented in a low voice, amused.
She slid into a seat next to him on the bench, crossing one leg over the other and regarding him through golden eyes that for the first time since the darkness had taken over her soul, were now bright and wild and alert. She didn't take his hand: she didn't hold with silly human customs, and it served the darkness that she keep the upper-hand.
Ask him about his answer... has he agreed to join us? the darkness whispered in Lex's mind, but Lex, almost against her will, asked, "How was your day?" her voice was oddly clipped and cold, as if she hadn't meant to ask it. Inside her chest, she felt as if a great snake was writhing around painfully.
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Dorien sighed, "Lee, I already said. We can try and bring them over to the Light. Mind, killing them can buy a little time: it takes some time for you to come back from death, sometimes even a few days.
"But the real problem is what do we do at the end of time. The Light is failing: darkness is getting stronger every day. At the end battle, darkness and light can fight, Shades and Lights can kill each other. But come, let me show you the prophecy..."
He stood up and led Lee to the library, a library that rivalled that of the Arcane University ten-fold, walls upon walls of books, stacked to the very high cieling, with shelves all in the middle as well.
The walk took a few minutes, but eventually they came to the wall at the back. Carved into the stone wall were the words of the prophecy, written in flowing tamrielic.
“Since the Dawn of Time, there have always been the Chosen. Those few marked from birth to make changes upon the world, those with the power to shake Nirn at its very foundations. Sometimes they lived out their lives unaware of the powers within them and the fate that marked them. Sometimes they stepped up and changed the world, for good or ill. But always, the Changed were there to save them.
But then the Darkness came. Every hundred years, when the Chosen rise, the Darkness takes them, and changes them, perverts their powers and their minds for its purposes.
And the Light tries to fight it, giving strength to those who choose to stand against the corruption living within their own bodies. But Light and Darkness cannot live without the other, and so neither can bring the other true death.
Only the Changed have the power to bring death, but the Darkness wants to control the Changed, and so they know not of what happens. And the Light wants to protect the Changed, and so they know not of what happens.
But the time will come when all Nirn is in ruins And time will stand still The Lights will stand on one side And the Angels will attend them And the Shades will stand on one side And the demons will serve them And between it all, The Promised Ones, The Changed and the Gods Which way the scales tip will decide the fate of all of Nirn In the City of White and Gold On the day the sun does not rise.”
After staring up at the prophecy, Dorien looked at Lee. "This is what will happen," he said grimly. "And at the moment, the scales are very much tipping in the darkness' favour."
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 6, 2008 16:45:09 GMT
Wilfric smiled, pleased with the way things were turning out. Shades were turning up one after the other to join with him, and unite themselves under the banner of the Darkness, working towards the raising of their Master, and the downfall of the Light... Which would come all too soon, if the Light continued to fail at such a steady rate, letting the Darkness' influence raise more and more. "Well, Alinor, you don't have to worry about serving me. We are both servants, you and I, to the Master that resides within us. So, simply listen to him, and you will be welcome here with open arms."
Wilfric reached into his pocket, and fished out a golden key. This was the second key that he had for the door to the Caverns, which he had planned on duplicating for the Shades later on. However, it looked like he was going to be doing something for the Darkness. "This key opens that hovel." Wilfric explained, as he handed Alinor the key. "Inside that Hovel, you will find a door that leads down a spiral staircase, which ends inside a large cavern. This cavern is where we Shades have set up headquarters for now, until we can get a more... accommodating, and powerful residence within the city. I'm working on that one." Wilfric explained, smirking.
"Now, I am afraid that I must take my leave. The Darkness has wishes that I need to fulfill, but you are welcome with us and any other Shade." Bowing politely, Wilfric followed Casca's example, fading into the crowd of the Waterfront. With no more distractions, Wilfric could finally start on the mission that the Darkness had lined up for him. Another Shade at our service, Master... Now, what is this mission?
Yes, wonderfully done, my Child... What I wish for you to do, is for you to insinuate yourself into the City's workings, and secure power that could be used to root out the Light, and destroy them. Currently, there is an opening for the Legion Captain, with elections being held as we speak. A Councilman would have been a bit loftier of a goal, but why bother with them when you can control the men around them? Let the sheep bleat to themselves, but you will be ready to extend your iron grip over the city. Should you need a Council position, however, an easy route is through blackmail...
Now, to explain this election a bit more thoroughly. Currently, the fore-running candidate for the Captain's position is a Dunmer that had been hand-picked by his predecessor. This carries a lot of weight, as you know, and this Dunmer, by the name of Pellin Dreth, is the only one that shows any sign of approaching the capacity of being given the rank of Captain. You can either control him, or eliminate him and take his spot personally, it's your choice...
Wilfric laughed cruelly to himself, nodding. Right away... My Master...
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Post by FC4 on Jun 6, 2008 18:08:25 GMT
Phorease frowned slightly as she neglected to take his hand, leaving it suspended in the air. He pulled his hand back, and then moved it up to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah... You aren't the first to have told me that." He looked at the bench for a moment, as if hesitant.
"My day?" He repeated, looking at her when she asked the question. He bit his lip and shrugged. "Until you gave me a scare... rather uneventful. Fought with my bedsheets on the floor to free myself after waking up from a dream, got dressed, and came out here to wait for you." Phorease sighed, sitting down on the bench now beside Lex.
"Being a master conjurer has its perks... but it doesn't give you much to do over the course of a day, you know?" He glanced at her with a smile. "But what about yours? You look a little more cheery and chipper than last night." ----------------- Lee was startled by the sheer size of the library alone, and after that the amount of books it had to hold. They had to have come from every corner of the continent, and then some, in order to possibly fill such an expanse. He followed Dorien in astonishment, and had to force himself to look at the carving upon the wall.
He didn't like what he heard, and his face plainly showed this when he looked back to Dorien. "Sounds like we are in a difficult position, Master Dorien. But I'm afraid I would be unable to help you, if I had to lord over this... magnificence... as Librarian." He motioned to the library around them, his arms sweeping. Then he pushed his glasses up his nose.
"And... my power is walking into paintings... I don't really see how useful that could be to you. But if I can help, I would love to!" Lee said quickly, not wanting Dorien to think he did not want to be here. This place was astounding.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Jun 6, 2008 19:02:00 GMT
With a satisfying metallic clack from her platemail boot, Victoria stood to her full height, once again fully clad in her armour. She got a certain sense of satisfaction from wearing heavy armour, as her father had all those years ago. Considering the direct manner in which she carried out her business, it suited her well. She securely fastened her red headband around her forehead, and made for the door to her room, ready to head out.
Just as she reached for the knob to the door, however, she found herself suddenly overcome by a wave of diziness. She immediately stopped dead in her tracks, left hand reaching for her head. "Damn...what the hell..." she muttered under her breath, clenching her eyes shut in an attempt to overcome the sudden disorientation. When she opened her eyes, however, she found she was no longer in her room at the inn.
Instead, she found herself outside, in the middle of the Imperial City; she recognized the architecture easily enough, but something seemed...different. Her surroundings seemed hazy and out of focus, as though her eyes were failing her, and they were illuminated by a halcyon amber light, coming from...somewhere. Vic looked around her, and saw the source of the light: it was pouring through one of the open gates leading out of the Imperial City.
She walked towards the gate, unable to see anything beyond it by the intensity of the light. And yet she was able to look right into it, not at all like one should be able to do with a light of such intensity. As she neared the gate, she heard an abysmal screech, and the massive gate began to close, blocking out the outside light. She looked to the side of the massive door, and saw one of the figures from her dream: a shadowy, ethereal figure, black flames licking from its 'skin' as it looked at her, two unforgiving slits of red trained on her. The gate beside it continued to close, and the figure seemed to shudder with laughter.
"Oh no you don't!" Vic cried out, charging forward, reaching for her halberd at her back. But the second she dashed towards the figure, she found she was back in the inn, and without realizing had somehow opened the door to her room, now standing in the adjacent hallway. One of the workers at the inn, a young Breton carrying a stack of towels, looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Ma'am?" he asked sceptically. "Is everything alright?"
Vic looked around her, confused. What had just happened? Some kind of daydream? Her hand slowly went back to her side, moving away from her weapon. "Yeah...everything's fine," she replied, before heading into the main room of the inn, hoping to find both the musician and the blinded man.
When she arrived, however, she found the Imperial man sitting alone next to the fire, the Breton nowhere to be seen. She approached with no intent on being silent, scaring the man being low on the list of things she wanted to do. "Good morning," she piped up when she was close, looking at him. "Any word from our musical companion?"
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jun 6, 2008 19:24:10 GMT
Yakel, still in his animal form, stirred from his sleep, waking with a start. Blinking, he felt as though he hadn't gotten more than an hour or so of sleep. Sighing, he released himself from his roost on the statue, catching himself in flight before he hit the ground and took off through the city.
He kept his eyes downwards as he flew, watching the city start to buzz with activity as workers and shop owners began their daily routines. He didn't plan on opening the shop today. If anything, he just wanted to sleep for a few hours.
Crossing into yet another district, his eyes caught sight of the statue of Akatosh in the middle a circular plaza. It was the Talos Plaza District. Dropping down into an alley, Yakel hung on the corner of one of the roofs that stuck out over the shaded street.
While watching a rat pick at a rotting tomato, he felt something...odd. Almost like an energy that he could feel. It was faint to him, and nothing like the Darkness that he had previously felt. It puzzled him. He couldn't quite place it, but it was like several distant, faint lights in a dark field. He had felt something similar to this before, but it was stronger this time. It was...strange.
Tag, any of the Lights in the Order of Hope.
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