The Elder Scrolls V: After the Oblivion Crisis (Page 2 of 6)

Hey!!!!  I'm going to make a character, but i need to get everything set up so i will have one soon!!!  Thanx!!

BHK

((Trog?  Who in the world is trog?  And I am pretty sure there is no ponchos.  What kind of Elf are you?

And dude try not to skip so much time.  Everyone still has stuff to do.

And there is no silver armor.  Please do some research before you randomly join RPGs.))

Nazg headed to his quarters.  He had everything he needed.  He sat down at his desk and began to write.  He reported upon the events of his day.  This was Nazg's time to himself.  Ater making a short entry. He looked outisde.  About an hour had passed.  He turned to the paperwork.  SIgning his name on the proclimations was the worst job.  He needed something to do though.  Reading all the paperwork was the worst.  Little law after little law.  More spellmaking all around the guild etc etc.  One got his attention.  Spending more septims on training for wizard defence.  Hm.  He put it aside.  He would talk to the master-wizards about this.  But that was later.  The time to go was near.

"Very well men." Valthonin said and spread a large map of Cyrodiil on the round table the knights stood around. He placed an armored hand upon the map and pointed to a black speck North East of the Priory.

"This marks the location of a Necromancer base in an Ayleid ruin called Nenyond Twyll, an ancient underground complex that has been over run by the necromancer's undead. The farm lands nearby have called for assistance and we will answer their call. Our scouts have reported a horde of zombies that has been created by the necromancers. We ride out in 30 minutes. Sir Gildon, Sir Forestal, Sir Tel'gru and myself will comprise the skirmish party into the ruins. If the horde prooves to be resilient, then we will return for a full on assault." Valthonin informed the knights. One red headed knight with his arm in a sling spoke up (with a Scottish accent)

"Ay and you'll be coming back wit' your tail 'tween your legs withoot me!" Sir Rocklund said as he slammed his good fist on the table. The other knights laughed.

"You 'aint goin no wheres with the stunt you pulled last time Rocky." Sir Gildon said with a toothy grin.

"Oh dis?" Sir Rocklund says raising the sling." Tis but a mere flesh wound." He says. The men laugh again and Valthonin smiles from beneath his helmet. Many wondered how the Knights of the Nine followed the mysterious Lord Lenthinard so loyally despite never seeing his face...

"Sorry Rocky, you must stay and continue the training of the squires and young knights." Valthonin said and Sir Rocklund frowned in mock disappointment.

"Very well, be mounted in the courtyard in 30 minutes. I will join you in a moment." Valthonin said to the 3 knights who would be part of the skirmish. All the knights banged their armored fists against their breastplates and dismissed. Valthonin headed to the chapel.

(hope its ok that i made up those ruins RD)

Linnea watched as the imposing figure strode over to her. He was dressed as if he was leaving for battle.

"So you're Linnea?" he asked her

"I take it you are Lord of Battlehorn Castle, Arkes, Leader of the Knights Templar?"

"That I am. What brings you here?"

" I have been many places and done many things, Lord Arkes, and after the war I have tried to contemplate a life of peace and solitude. But it does not fit my nature. I long to do things, feel the wind as I ride towards adventure and action. I want to join your Knights."

((Already cleared w/ Sev, Drakus   Sorry bout this Adeptus....))
Drac barely contained his grimace.  The man had just admitted he was Brotherhood.  The revulsion in Drac's gut threatened to make him spew.

"And what makes you think that your offer will be worth my while, Brotherhood?"

He knew he should've recognized the stench of darkness and decay that followed the Brotherhood when the man had entered.  Drac was getting careless

"I did manage to arrive at Battlehorn Castle, milord. My steed waits by the gate." Linnea answered.

"Books?!" she thought to herself. "Perhaps this is a test to see how much I can endure. Or a code for something more violent."

"He stands ready to travel."

(If you don't know what Oblivion is, CHECK THE LINKS I POSTED, that is why they are there.  This is a serious thread, TAKEN seriously by me and the other RPer's here.  I'm glad to help anybody with their characters or their post, as I'm doing the N8, but it DISRESPECTS me AND the other RPer's here when you just blow off the rules and game setting.  If you want help, PM  me!  If you want to ignore RPG rules and make random rambling posts, make your own RPG, you can break your own rules all you want and nobody will care)

"Your brethren have noticed that you are missing, and they will send someone after you. You need somewhere to hide from them, for when they find you, they will kill you. The thieves guild may accept you, but could you actually stand not being able to kill? I am simply making you an offer, and you do have options. You could attack me, but doing so would be a death sentence. You could decline my offer, and I could leave, never to see you again unless you become a thorn in someone's side. Or you could join us, and you would be an assassin again, you would be able to do what you always have. Make a choice." Thonus said, calmly watching Drac.

"So be it." Thonus said quietly as the Morag Tong left. His business in the Imperial City done, he retrieved Shadowmere and made his way to Anvil.  There was an Altimer who had upset his brother, and his brother wished for the Dark Brotherhood to intervene. Family quarrels were Thonus' specialty.

Xanaan is laying on her side in the bed, sleeping. She never used to let herself sleep deeply anywhere at anytime... until she met Drakus. At first, she hadn't been very sure what to think of him...

She remembers the first day that he've found her. She just thought he was another one of them. Them, them all. All the same. Hostility, despise, anger, hatred, was all she was usually getting from everyone. But he acted differently towards her. Oh, he has his temper. Constantly barking orders, yelling at his men. Not an easy leader, but just, in his own way. Strangely enough, he never yells like that at her. The reason for that has been unclear to her for a while, as she never felt she did any better than the others. He was acting... protective around her. Raising his voice at any who'd say the slightest comment about her. At some point though, he started to show more than simple care. He seemed to want to know more about her, and her past. He wanted to know why she had those terrible dreams at night, and those tears from time to time. That was something he felt he couldn't protect her from, and he wasn't satisfied about it.

Over time, a strange feeling of... security came to grow inside her about him. That immense feeling of trust she has towards him, it's something she seems like she's never felt. Or at least, something she really hasn't been feeling for a long time...

There used to be someone. Someone who cared. A voice, so kind and gentle, so soothing. Like Drakus', maybe... but deeper. And rougher too. The roughness that time gives to a voice. It was an older man. Her dad? She had to go. She had to leave... fast. No time. There was no time. Why?... Something terrible happened. A dancing shadow. Tall, dark, big enough to eat her away. Shadows all around her, swallowing her. Air is becoming rare. A dark cloud envelops her completely. She can't see, she can't hear anymore. She just drowns into herself. She wants to get away, she wants to scream, but she can't. No more air. She'll die. No. Nooooooo.

It's dark. There's light filtering in the room. She's sitting straight in the bed, her heart pounding fast and hard. Did she scream again in her sleep? Drakus is there, holding her tight against his bare chest. So firm and powerful. His skin is rough, a lot of scars. His hand is gently caressing her long black hair flowing around her shoulders like everynight, as she undoes her braids at the end of each day before going to sleep. Xanaan feels her own sweat running down her face, down her whole body, running all over him now. A kiss, soft, tender, loving, then another, and then she knows he'll ask it again. He'll want to know again.

He didn't ask, but there was that stare in his eyes. He knew it was in vain, but his heart was pushing him to try again. But it was in vain again. Making sure she was ok, he raised from the bed and left the room without a word. She felt like a slight deception in his attitude, but there was nothing more she could do. It's already gone. The dream, the pain, the darkness. Nothing she remembers. He thinks she says that because she doesn't want to tell, and it's true, she doesn't. Some things are just too painful to be told. Even to a loved one. And even if she'd want to talk about it, she couldn't. She really doesn't remember. There's that shadow that will never leave her eyes, there's that feeling that melts her guts and makes her feel a glimpse of despair at the loneliest moments, but nothing to be put in words.

He had left a bucket of warm water by their room's door, like everyday, so she didn't have to leave the room to bathe herself. She appreciated these little things he did for her, that, the food, the water, everyday like that. So much care. He was doing all these little things for her so regularly, he didn't even notice doing them anymore. That was leaving her with a warm feeling, even after all that time he's been doing that, she was thankful everytime. One day she'll have to tell him.

Getting ready for the day, she thought she'd like to have a conversation with the Elder sometime later. After a quick bite at the cheese Drakus left for her, she takes off for a walk.

Valthonin exited the chapel and strode into the courtyard. Any squires and knights around stood at attention. He met up with Sir Gildon, Sir Forestal and Sir Tel'gru who were already mounted upon their horses and stood at the exit to the courtyard fully armored.

A squire was already bringing out Valthonin's horse from the stable. The squire brought up Valthonin's massive white steed. The young man could barely control the horse as it galloped to Valthonin's side. Valthonin took the reins and mounted the steed.

Valthonin stroked Cloud's pure white mane as Cloud galloped to the front of the three knights. Cloud had been with Valthonin for a long, long time.

"Preparations in order?" Valthonin asked the 3 knights.

"Yes, m'lord." Sir Gildon answered. Valthonin nodded and tapped Cloud. The horse sped off out of the courtyard and the 3 knights followed. They headed for Nenyond Twyll where they would terminate every foul being within.