The Elder Scrolls V: After the Oblivion Crisis (Page 5 of 6)

Valthonin was about to join the charge his knights had on the necromancer's when a roar sounded from his left. A trio of undead ogres(can i do that?) was running at him with their arms reaching out, eager to kill Valthonin and feast upon his corpse.

Naturally, that wasn't going to happen.

Valthonin deflected a punch from the first undead ogre with his shield and shoved him off into Sir Gildon, who sliced the ogre's gut open, spilling its contents onto the stone floor.  Sir Forestal and Sir Tel'gru provided cover for the mages and continued the charge. Valthonin blocked another two handed-overhead blow from the secone ogre and ran the Sword of the Crusader up through its chest.

The ogre faltered, but did not die since it was undead after all. Valthonin casted a lightning bolt with his sword hand and it channeled through the sword which was still inside the ogre.

The ogre exploded.

A chunk of undead ogre smacked into the eyes of the third ogre and blinded it. It wiped away at the guts yet it was too late. Valthonin and Sir Gildon(who came up beside Valthonin after hacking the other ogre to pieces) took the opportunity and quickly made the undead ogre resemble ground beef.

Valthonin turned just as a fireball was headed in his direction. He raised his sheild and the fiery orb splashed against the ancient relic shield, and dissipated. Sir Gildon came up behind Valthonin with his bow and launched an arrow at the necromancer that casted the fireball.

The arrow wizzed through the air as the necromancer nearly finished another spell, yet he was interrupted. The arrow smashed through his teeth and came out through the back of his throat. He stared in horror at the arrow sticking out if his mouth.

At that time, Sir Tel'gru and Sir Forestal reached the bunched up necromancers and cut down the necromancer with the arrow in his mouth first.

**Hi Grengan; yeah, taking down a guard is no fun (well, it can be fun, but usually not easy, especially in the early levels  )

There are many levels in Oblivion, it's just hard to get them started.  Different and better versions of armor and weapons will start to show up as you advance.  Joining a quest that forces you to gain expericnce is always a good way to start picking up levels, just remember to exersize you primary 7 skills and to get training between each level if you want a truly powerful character later.

For future reference, this is an active RPG based on Obivion, not a disscusion topic.  General conversation on Obivion/Elder Scrolls is here:   http://www.bobafett.com/boards/viewtopic.php?id=1799

Glad if anybody wants to join  *COUGHgrenganHINT*.  Also more then happy to offer help/comments on the game, but those would be better posted at the other tread so as not to distract from the RPG at hand *even is it is slow right now *

Will post for both my characters soon**

Captain erathorn and his 7 legionaires rode out of the imperial city, later than expected thanks to some 'frolicking' in the tiber septim hotel.

The imperial legion detachment where to ride to an imperial legion outpost in the west weald, near skingrad. where he would link up with the rest of his force.

Erathorn had purchased a spear. an ebony silver one. it was expensive but it would let him charge on his horse. the rest of his riders had silver spears. they where the dragon knights of the imperial legion. the elite of the elite some said. there cavalry skills unrivaled.
Erathorn slowed down raising his fist to halt his riders. they lowered the spears and got into the arrowhead formation, erathorn drew out his bow and notched an arrow, bringing back the string he released it, the arrow sped at its target, which was a bandit ring leader, with his other cronies. the arrow missed!
the shaman twisted his head to the shadowy riders, and its eyes widened.....8 horses stood, silently.

Erathorn had no time to get his spear from where he strapped it from his horse so he drew out his blade and raised it, as the horse stood on its two back legs,

"leave none standing! Charge! HUZARHH!!!!"

"HUZZARH!!!" his riders called out after him
the horses sped at there targets, they were struck from the side, with little preperation they tryed to draw there axes and blades, but the oncoming charge was to much, the horses struck violently into the side of the party, Erathorn beheading the bandit leader with one fell cleave. the rest of the cavalry impaled there targets. one was left standing

"run now little one, but if i catch you i will kill you" the bandit ran.

Erathorn pointed to his rider next to him who had raised his bow with an arrow notched....erathorn lowered his hand. the rider let the arrow go......the bandit fell to his knees, Erathorn got off his horse and approached him...bandits will not be allowed to survive, you know that. he took his sword up with two hands and swung, beheading the bandit.

"riders! we ride to the outpost of talos! lets go!"

Even when Lucifer was being surrounded, he was able to let out a grin. [i] What's life without fights? [i/] he thought to himself. A couple of knights cried out some sort of war cry and charged at him. He quickly transform his right hand into it's original daedric form, with all the powers he have left, that's the best he can do at the moment. Suddenly, at the corner of his eyes, he thought he saw a shadowy, unclear figure flashed by. That made Lucifer a little distracted, but he was still able to block off their attacks. He shoves a knight out of the way with his left hand, leaving the knight on his feet. Then  Lucifer quickly grabbed another knight's head and bashes it hard against the wall. Blood oozed out of his head, which seems like it's a part of the wall now.

  Quickly killing a few knights, showing off his skills, and taking one of their swords doesn't do much when you're being connered against the wall by dozens squads of knights and guards. More of them tried to advance towards Lucifer, but before they made the step forward, he growled like a beast and starred at his prey. Lucifer charged forward the knights, one of them tried to close up and engage in combat, and was rewarded with his head facing the guard behind him. The blade in his left hand flashed from side to side, randomly hitting guards and knights without even looking at them. He decided this would be a good time to reveal some of his Nightblade skills and his magical powers while he still can.

  He grabbed a knight by his neck and placed his left "normal" hand on to his face, the knight struggled as the burning had was melting through his armor and deforming his face. Soon, the knight's head burned on fire but Lucifer still refused to let go. Lucifer laughed with joy as he saw the face on the mortals' faces, but then it was too late to realize continue enjoying the joy was a mistake. One of the guards were in tears, screaming as if he was the one twas killed. [i] Foolish human [i/] Lucifer almost smiled at that thought, but then suddenly, he noticed the shadowy, mysterious figure was still there. Being distracted by the mysterious figure that had been watching him, the guard was able to stab his sword into his right shoulder.

  Lucifer growled with rage, then quickly grabbed the man's hand so he couldn't let go of the blade or pull it back out. The guard felt as an electricity current shoot out from the sword. Because Lucifer's right arm had lost the ability to fight, he quickly transfered the daedric powers to his left hand. He pulled out the sword, then threw it out of the way. Lucifer punched the shocked guard in the guts, he fell back flat on the floor. The guard was still concious, so he watched as Lucifer slowly squash his face with his foot. The others were afraid of Lucifer, but then a thought came through their mind. If Lucifer could be damaged by their weapons, that means they can kill him! They all charged forward towards him, Lucifer resisted most of the attacks, but was cutted badly all over. With all the powers left, he focused his magicka on his hand. He slammed his hand on to the ground hard, everyone felt an electricity pulse shot up from the ground and into their feet. They weren't damaged by the attack, but their legs were stunned. With one hand, he dug his daedric hand into the wall and started climbing upwards.

  Lucifer knew he was losing too much blood, with his high acrobatic skills, he jumped from one building to the other. Until finally they couldn't see him anymore. He was able to climb on to the tip of a clock tower, he rested leaning to the other side of the clock. From here, he can tell the way to the woods, where he can hide away until he get his strength back. [i] It's just a little to the south of this tower [i/] then he realized he couldn't jump, his legs were too tired and his vision was starting to blurred out. He tried to refocus his eyes, but by then he found himself looking at the clock tower, which seems to be getting really far way. That was when he realized he dropped from the tower, but then he felt the pain of falling flat on the floor. He was inches away from death and he knew it, he felt half the bones in the body broke, the only reason he haven't died yet is because of his high acrobatic skills. Then with his blurred vision, he thought he saw the shadowy figure was starring at him, but then his eyes blacked out.

(DUDE! I Beleive you were warned previously...DO NOt post non-RPG topics on this thread...I beleive Ralin Drakus gave you a link for your posts in a previous post...)

Nazg dodged another fireball from Varen.  Fortunately Varen must have warned everyone not to intervene.

"Varen look around you!  My fellow mages are destroyng your forces.  We have you outnumbered."

Varen smiled maliciously.

"You think so Nazg?  Think again.  Tannaeus!"

Nazg braced himself for the other necromancers sure to follow. But nothing came.

"See Varen?  Even your members have deserted you.  Please.  Stop this."

"Never!"

Varen released a final blast of fire.  Nazg threw as thick as an ice shield as he could muster.  Varen seeing the ice was melting only increased his heat.  In one final blast he blew the ice to shreds.  Everyone in the room looked to the confrontation.

"You were nothing Nazg.  I was always one up."

"I wouldn't be so sure Varen."

Nazg materialized out from behind Varen with his Ebony sword already in downstroke.  Varen stopped for a second and looked at the long gash across his chest which was crackling with electric energy.  He collapsed to the ground blood pooling on the ground.

All the other necromancers dropped any weapons and all summoned creatures dissappeared. 

"Take them."

The knights and mages took the remaining necroes and bound them.  As they marched outside Nazg noticed a figure slinking out of the cave entrance.

"You there!  Stop!"

(That's you MA.))

Drakor sighed, it had been a long time since he had last been in the Imperial City, a long time since he had been in Cyrodil in fact. He drew his hood further over his face, he did not wish anyone to know of him for the time being, he had made too many enemies during his previous visits.

He strolled through the west gate and into the Talos Plaza District, the city had changed little since his last visit and, if his memory served him correctly, the Tiber Septim hotel would be appearing on his right hand side any second now. His memory had not faltered and sure enough a wooden sign swung over the door on his right reading 'The Tiber Septim Hotel', he pushed open the door and proceeded into the lobby.

A woman named Augusta Calidia greeted him at the desk. "Welcome friend to the Tiber Septim Hotel, I am Augusta Calidia, your hostess." Augusta's greeting was polite and almost joyful, but Drakor did not crack a smile. "I would like a room, if you do not mind hostess," he replied. Augusta faltered, she had not expected such a cool reply, after a second she said. "Yes, one has just become available, how long will you be staying in the Imperial City?"

Drakor took out a small brown bag of gold coins from the depths of his black cloak, he did not answer Augusta immediately, choosing to count out the coins instead. His memory was indeed as sharp as ever, despite his age, he had remembered exactly how much one night would cost him. After placing 40 gold coins onto the desk he said, "How long I will remain in the Imperial City, I believe, is none of your business. How long I will stay in this hotel however is one night."

Augusta was stunned by his frankness, but accepted the coins with gratitude. "The room is first door on your right," she replied pointing to a staircase behind Drakor.
"I was already aware of that fact, but my thanks nonetheless," and with that he turned and proceeded up the stairs and into his temporary accomodation.

It had not been long since Drakor had rented the room when a knock came on the door. He pushed away his dinner and walked towards it, for some unknown reason still holding his fork. He pulled the door open a little and asked, "Who is it?"
"Open the door and I will tell you," came a voice, it was male and quite young too, Drakor wagered a guess at around twenty, maybe younger. "Fair enough," he replied, bracing himself for any hostilities that may occur. The door swung open, revealing three men in black robes, the middle one appeared to be the young man who had called through the door, his companions however seemed rather elderly but it was difficult to tell due to the black hoods that were drew over their heads.

"...And who might you three be?" Drakor asked, readying his mind for the release of destructive magic.
"Greetings fellow magic-wielder, we are representatives of the society of necromancy in Cyrodil and we have come to you with an offer." The young necromancer in the middle of the party recieved a rap on the head for his eagerness, the others glanced around, no doubt searching for eavesdroppers. Drakor let out a small chuckle and then his face set once again.

"How did you find me, do you know of my identity?" he asked, the question puzzled him as he was sure he had covered his tracks rather well, apparently not. "Oh we have our sources." The elderly necromancer to the right started. "You are Drakor Vasuvium, are you not?" Drakor considered this for a moment, this is event truly was a surprise, the necromancer's society must be growing if it was capable of locating him. "Very well, what exactly is this offer of yours?" he asked, knowing full well what this offer would be.

"Our master heard of your arrival in Cyrodil and he extends a great offer to you, he invites you to join our society!" The young one replied, anticipation flowed from him with each syllable.
"I am sorry but I must decline your 'great offer', I do not and never have wished to deal with necromancers such as yourselves and I bid you good night," Drakor knew this would not be the end of the matter. "You shall join us or die!" spat the young necromancer, reaching into his cloak no doubt for a weapon of some kind.

Drakor was too quick for them however and he swiftly pulled his fork up to head height and, in a burst of inspiration, sent powerful shockwaves of electrical energy through it. The energy bounced off the points of the fork and struck the three necromancers with such a force that they crashed into the opposite wall. Drakor calmed himself, he had used far too much power for three representatives. He closed the door.

The trio of necromancers lay dead at the base of the wall.

"What is your business here!  Speak man!"

"My business is my own."

"Speak or suffer the consequences.  Only a cowardly necromancer would be slinking through the caves.  So you would be all the wiser to talk or I shall be forced to interrogate you."  A dangerous light filled the cavern as a fireball grew on Nazg's hand.

"So I ask again.  What is your business?"

Nazg bristled.

"Obviously you are not from around here.  I am Nazg.  Arch-mage of the Mages Guild in Cyrodill."

It's dark, and humid. "There must be a bunch of them down there, be ready.", Xanaan said, not much more than a whisper at Linnea's ear. She nods briefly, sword in hand. The first few enemies coming towards them are killed quickly, and after shooting a few deadly poison arrows to the next ones, Xanaan begins her incantations to summon a few undeads for help. They won't be too many against this bunch of madmen. They want more, fine, may their heads get cooled down by some nasty little ice spells.

It was really a question of a few minutes in the tunnel, but they'll probably get more of them soon. Staring at Linnea, Xanaan exchanged an appreciative look for a short moment. Spells and ranged attacks are always good, but Xanaan was glad to have that worthy melee fighter on their side.

More enemies are already coming from the lower level where the tunnel is leading. The rest of their group will probably merge with them there. Just as well. It's about time they got their hand on something shiny.

Drac sneered.  "My business is my own.  But I will say that you were not the only ones slaying necromancers this day.  Other people have to make a living somehow.  Now, if you please?  I have places to be.  Unless you have an offer for me, I will take my leave."

Drac fingered his throwing knives, decided against it, and straightened.  Beneath his leather armour, he felt the pointed end of the necromancer's necklace dig into his gut.  Unconsciously, he winced, and then paled.  Showing weakness like that, especially in front of a prospective enemy was a big "no-no".  He just hoped they hadn't noticed...And that they were busy deciding what to make of him.

Thanks, it's alright anyway. Ok...so...here it goes.

  Lucifer slowly tried to open his eyes, then realized the lost of blood made his vision blurred out. He tried feeling some of his wounds, some of the cuts had a layer of new skin on it, while blood still oozed out of the other wounds. Lucifer cursed under his breathe as he remembered the fact that he doesn't know one single healing spell. As he was cursing, he felt the air was pulled out of his lungs by brutal force, so he decided to stop murmuring to himself.

  More than he ever wished, he hoped that he could somehow bring back some of his Daedric powers back. If one of his old Daedric skills recovered, he might recover faster from the wounds. He tried remembering how it feels to use some of his powers, before he was half-human, he could see when and how one will die by a simple eye contact. He locked his eyes on to his reflection of his blade on his belt, and tried concentrating, nothing happened. Focused all the strength he had on his eyes, he kept them wide opened with concentrated daedric power. He watches his own reflection as his eye turned red and the inner eyeballs turned yellow, and beast-like.

  Lucifer saw glimpses of himself dying in a bloody battle, the sky was overshadowed by blood red clouds, and the ground was burning on black flame. The vision also shows blades sticking out of his body, and his hands were burning on fire. Then the vision slowly gotten a little blurry, the vision was swirling around Lucifer. Unimaginable pain striked Lucifer in the eye, he screamed in agony but not willing to close his eyes. He NEEDS to see more. But by then the vision was already swirling around and was impossible to figure out what the image was trying to show. He shut his eye, and was unconcious again.