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My computer’s being crazy right now..Christ, I must’ve done something to it.
The Empire of Tamriel: Sabre Cat 9th Rain's Hand, 4E 203
By the first night with Madai in werewolf form and Trollz in good health, the pair made significant distance running southwards. Resting only sparsely the next day they kept pace to lose the guards of Falkreath which were sure to be trying to pursue them. After the second night the duo managed to be far too distant for the city guards of Falkreath to pursue as the trail led seemingly into the Jerall Mountains which form a natural border between Skyrim and Cyrodil. With no other choice the bitter guard captain called off the search and returned with his guards to their post in Falkreath.
Come sunrise on the next day Madai transformed back in his normal human form and decided to rest for the daytime after clearing the main part of the forest. While Madai sleeps Trollz forages around the foothills of the Jerall Mountains. A herd of deer crosses his path running too fast for him to give serious pursuit and he watches the herd leap and bound into some tall grass upon a hill. A brownish blur among the grass, more a sense of sudden motion and a doe is felled and the other three deer scatter. Trollz puzzled dashed up the hill.
Trollz stops and for a brief moment glimpses the doe's neck broken and a large puncture wound to her throat. The brief pause is suddenly broken by a low angry feline growl. Trollz looks up and for a fraction of a second notices the sabre cat crouching and springing out of its pounce. Painful claws grab and slice into Trollz' shoulders, he has just barely enough time and wherewithal to grab the jaws of the beast before its sabertooth bite can crunch down upon his neck. With his arms torn up from the angry slashing of the claws, Trollz is forced to let go of the sabre cat, throwing it to the side. Regaining his composure Trollz and the saber cat lock eyes for a moment each deciding whether the deer is worth the risk of their life.
Backing down the sabre cat keeps its eyes on Trollz and sits down crouching watching him tensely. Trollz maintains the starring contest and allows his natural troll regeneration to work itself on him and to take the moment to relieve his fatigue. Taking one step forward the sabre cat jumps up swiftly surprised and growls a bit. Taking a second step the hungry feline holds its ground but growls more loudly. Pausing for a moment the two look at eachother again, the saber cat let's out something of a desperate roar when Trollz dares to take another step forward. Trollz bends down and grabs the deer's leg quickly, and in a deft movement just as the sabre cat prepares to leap at him, he rends off one of the deer's legs and throws it at the anxious wild beast.
Throwing the rest of the carcass over his shoulder, Trollz turns and dashes quickly down the hill back towards the small camp where Madai is resting. As he reaches the next small slope he hears to sounds of light-footed running behind him. The sabre cat is trotting not too far distant from Trollz with the deer leg in mouth. Trollz lets the cat approach the two stares at each other for a moment again. Walking forward the sabre cat puts the chunk of meat down and walks up to Trollz and headbutts him purring. Trollz pats the sabre cat and gives a trollshriek happily. Retrieving its meat the sabertooth feline follows Trollz.
With about an hour to go before sundown Trollz and the sabre cat near the small makeshift camp tucked away behind some standing rocks in the shadow of the Jerall Mountains. Sniffing a werewolf and an actual man or mer, and giving a little yelping mew the seemingly new pet sabre cat bounds off away from Trollz just as they reach the camp. Trollz gives a little shout to his new furry friend to come back, but to no avail.
Shrugging his shoulders and sighing he walks around the stones and lays his portion of the deer upon one. Looking up to see Madai, Trollz looks at him before noticing the stiffened angry scowl on the Nord's face. Paralyzed Madai's eyes just barely flickers looking at Trollz as if warning him. Trollz then notices the shadow of someone standing behind him...
The Empire of Tamriel: Ajax The Assassin 10th Rain's Hand, 4E 203
Noticing the shadow of someone standing behind him, Trollz turns around quickly. A flash of pain as a solid object strikes his head sends our hero to the ground falling at a pair of ebony boots. Trollz barely lifts his head as the glowing boots, enchanted with a muffling spell, silently step over him. The armorclad figure comes to a rest in front of Madai. Lifting himself up some, Trollz catches a glimpse of a red Argonan wielding an ebony mace.
Preparing his mace to dispatch the paralyzed Madai, the Argonian narrows his eyes as he readies a power swing. A sudden roar breaks the scene and a tan blur collides with the Argonian. Planting all four paws into the red Argonian, the sabre cat floors the assailant, knocking his ebony mace out of his hand. Baring sabertoothed jaws, the large cat growls angrily at the Argonian gets ready to take a fatal bite at his neck. Trollz scrambles to his feet and grabs the big cat off the Argonian. Rising to his feet quickly the red Argonian pulls out two long knives.
"W-wait!" Trollz cries out, his sudden speech takes the Argonian aback.
"You can speak?" An air of curiosity laces the Argonian's question. "You are not the first troll I have heard speak.... Do you know of one named Trollz?"
"Yes! M-me! I am Trollz!" Trollz replies happily and puts the sabre cat down.
"Hmmm, but you do not look like the Trollz I know. You are a frost troll." Narrowing his eyes the Argonian keeps his knives poised.
"Me Trollz! Uhhh frost...frost troll...I turn to frost troll." Trollz tries to force out the words to explain that he had transformed from a normal troll into a frost troll some months a go.
"Do you remember me?" Lowering one of his knives, the red argonian extends a hand towards Trollz allowing him to sniff him before licking his hand.
"Ajax!" Trollz remembers the Argonian immediately after licking him.
"Haha Trollz it really is you!" Ajax the Argonian pats Trollz on the head and then turns to look at the paralyzed Madai and the silently growling sabre cat who keeps its eyes transfixed upon him. "What are you doing with this fugitive?"
"Friend. Medea's f-f-father!" Trollz points to Madai.
"Hmm, Medea's father? I thought I had seen him before. I remember now the dream of Maerwyn's past that the Breton witch showed us. I thought I had seen him from somewhere." Ajax studies over Madai for a moment before snapping his fingers and causing the paralyze spell to lift.
"Ugh, what's the big idea?! Who are you?" Madai complains groggily stretching himself feeling quite stiff from being paralyzed.
"I am Ajax, a shadowscale. I used to be in the employ of King Eros until the monarchy in Argonia collapsed. With the collapse of the former Argonian kingdoms and the rise in new political powers in Argonia I have retired from government life and decided to put my skills to use with the Dark Brotherhood. It seems you caught someone's attention Madai Thundermoon, for there is a 2000 septim bounty on your head." Ajax hisses mockingly at Madai.
"Those bumbling guards all ready put a bounty on my head? We haven't even been gone from Falkreath for a week." Madai barks back.
"Ahhh the contract wass not with Falkreath, but rather with the Companions. They took it out weeks a go. Perhaps an insurance policy should your execution fail...." Ajax gives a cunning grin. "Well anyways, skin for skin, you are in luck this time, Trollz saved my life before back in Morrowind so I will repay his kindness and spare your life this time, though I cannot guarantee the rest of the Dark Brotherhood will do the same."
"Those bastards how could they put a hit out on me?! I have been a Companion longer than most them been alive!" Madai bellows out and punches the air with futile anger.
"It does not matter now. All of Skyrim's holds are on the look out for you. Perhaps if you slip into Cyrodil you could lose some heat, but the Brotherhood will not stop pursuing you until they fulfil their contract or until the contract is annulled." Ajax gives a little laugh to Madai's dismay.
"How can I annul the contract?" Madai asks.
"Either by getting the Companions to cancel their contract, or convincing the Brotherhood to refuse the contract." Ajax replies curtly. "I doubt you can return to Whiterun, but I could lead you into Cyrodil. There is an ancient way through the Jerall Mountains known as the Pale Pass. From there I could take you to the Brotherhood's secret base in Cheydinhal."
Madai nods in agreement and the crew begins packing up their makeshift camp as night approaches. Trollz eats his fill of the deer and Ajax and Madai cooks some of the rest and, after eating, store the food for the journey. Sitting at Trollz' feet and purring, the sabre cat catches a cat nap. Ajax approaches the sabre cat and attempts to pet it, but the feline jumps out of its sleep and growls angrily at the red Argonian.
"What is her name?" Ajax withdraws his hand as the sabre cat snips at him.
"Sandy." Madai looks down at the sabre cat for a moment before deciding on a name.
Night falls and Madai transforms into his werewolf form and sets off ahead of the others scouting out the trails ahead. Trollz is loaded on with much of the inventory and sets off at a steady stride with Sandy the sabre cat at his side. Ajax casts invisibility on himself and accompanies the group. The rest of the night and into the next day the small band of adventurers make their way uneventfully south deeper into the Jerall Mountains before turning eastwards to search out the mountain range for the ancient Pale Pass.
Update: my computer’s heccin’ dead.
Hecc
Greetings Members Of Tamriel,
Its a fine day with you all around! Id like to discuss ways we may be able to revive this chat and roleplay! any ideas please post them on the board! this isn't my job yes but something must be done!!
Kind Regards,
Northern Skyrim
Councillor of Foreign Affairs
Do you allow open RP's? They're a concept in my old server where you could just post an RP prompt and people would simply respond to it. If not, I think it would help greatly.
hecceroni and chess piza
I've been thinking and, following the last Z-Day (and the N-Day weeks ago), what about making our own events in the region? With the nations having to react to them? and then we can create achievements and awards... I don't know, is a generic idea, but it's something
Another simple option to revive the region's chat is making polls every week and discuss the matter in the RMB (for example, polls about the TES' lore)
What if we had the option to do solo roleplay(a roleplay where you can roleplay however you like with yourself with the only condition being that it must be in the elder scrolls universe). Because if we have that option, it could motivate more people to post in the chat as well as allow people to experiment and/or practice roleplaying as well.
"Surrealist houses shaped like mushrooms and volcanoes dominate the wealthiest neighborhoods."
Oh no, Telvanni invaded Argonia!
(Right, hello everyone. Bit confused on how to sign up as a citizen, as I'm reading from the regional factbook, though I do see how to get on the map. Can I have just but a bite of information here, pretty lost at the moment without even a telegram.)
oof...
'Ello there!
[The Empire of Tamriel: Dragon Attack 20th Rain's Hand, 4E 203
"I don't need your help!" Madai barks at Trollz' outstretched arm as he lifts himself up over another rocky ledge, the words echoing off the mountains. Madai looks around at Trollz and Sandy the sabre cat. "Where has the Argonian gone?"
Sniffing the ground the sabre cat bounds off towards the scent of Ajax the Argonian. Trollz gestures to Madai to follow and they continue. Winding narrow rocky paths greet them as they make their way up and around another mountain on the border of Skyrim and Cyrodil. Behind them are the innumerable precipices and peaks that they have been traversing for over a week. After following Ajax's trail a few hours the group stops to rest and eat.
"I wonder if that Argonian has gotten very far ahead of us?" Madai asks Trollz.
"Scent strong. Not far." Trollz replies casually.
"This friend of yours, you trust him? He is in the Dark Brotherhood after all." Madai looks around suspiciously and drops his voice some.
"Friend. I trust." Trollz grunts.
"I will trust what I can see." Madai responds curtly. "Friend or not, if he betrays us though I will cut off his..."
Before Madai can finish his sentence suddenly a deafening roar breaks the silence. For a brief moment they see a scaly beast dive bombing from above. Just in the nick of time Madai throws himself and Trollz to the ground as a Jetstream of fire blazes past where they were standing. Madai get up and readies his axe as the dragon wheels around to make another pass at them. Ducking another torrent of flame, Madai gives out a challenging war cry.
Earth shudders as the massive beast lands a few paces away and replies to Madai with a roar of its own. Dashing forward the Nord swings his axe against the hard scales of the dragon. Hacking and slashing his foe, Madai dodges a bone crushing bite but is swept off his feet as the massive reptile turns suddenly and strikes with its tail. Turning around to face Madai the dragon's head comes down maw wide open to swallow him whole.
Before the creature can devour him though, Sandy the sabre cat leaps on the dragon's back and begins clawing at the much larger beast. Surprised and annoyed, the dragon opens its wings and ascends into the sky, shaking the sabre cat off. Sandy falls to the ground with a thud and a painful yelp. Breathing fire again on the scene the dragon wheels around and lands again. Madai is back on his feet, his hair singed a bit, and he meets the dragon head on again.
A strong uppercut swing with the axe cleaves the dragon's jaw and the creature lets out a piercing roar of pain and rears up. Madai gets another swing in at its soft underbelly, but the dragon slams its front down on the ground, the shockwaves stunning the Nord for a moment. Snapping it's jaw, Madai tries to dodge the fierce bite, but is caught by the shoulder and screams out as the teeth grasp him. Suddenly Ajax the Argonian appears at the side of the dragon and producing a glowing enchanted knife, embeds it into the joint where the wing and body meet.
Wounded badly the dragon opens its mouth releasing Madai and rounds upon Ajax. Pulling out his ebony mace, Ajax dodges a bite and squarely hits the foe on the snout. Open its wings again the dragon tries to fly up, but with its wing wounded is unable. The terrible serpent thrashes madly with its wings, claws, and tail trying to hit Ajax, whom despite being in heavy armor seems to dodge the creature easily. Dodging another swipe of the tail, the dragon suddenly turns about and lets out a spout of fire at Ajax. Ajax rolls out of the way of the fire, but the creature suddenly catches him in its jaws. The heavy ebony armor creaks under the pressure of the teeth and Ajax unable to move cries out.
Madai rushes forward with his axe and swings at the dragon, but the creature turns around and with a powerful stroke of its tail sends Madai flying into a rock. From a top a small outcrop of rocks Trollz suddenly appears and jumps on the dragon's back. The beast flaps its wings trying to dislodge Trollz, but he avoids them and runs up the dragon's back and up its neck. Grasping the horn on the dragon's snout Trollz pulls upwards, struggling to force the dragon's mouth open. Ajax falls to the ground as the dragon's mouth is opened just enough for him to slide out. Trollz aims a punch at the eye of the dragon, and with all his might his arm goes through the eye up to the shoulder. Trollz' arm reaches all the way into the beast's brain and with a crash the dragon slumps over dead.
The body begins to burst into flames and dissipate. A warm rushing wind enters Trollz as he absorbs the dragon's soul. Ashes scatter away to the wind as the dragon's carcass is consumed leaving behind only a skeleton. Ajax gets to his feet and walks over to Madai. His shoulder badly hurt, he bandages the wound and apply some healing potion to it. Trollz bounds off in the direction where Sandy the sabre cat fell. He finds her limping, her legs sprained from the fall and like all cats, landing on her feet, but otherwise okay. Resting for the rest of the day after the dragon attack, the group waits until nightfall before continuing on their adventure.
Can I ask what you mean by "Reset" ?
yeah explain please
What's wrong with the current map?
*touches a random wall*
AWAKEN! MY MASTERS!
But on to the point, I think I'm going to get out of here. With all the stuff going on, and the new map changes..and the inactivity for days on end, I think I'm going to find "greener pastures" as they say, not to say that this place wasn't already green enough.
Yeah, thats about all I'm going to say, If you want to speak to me, my telegraphs are open.
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