Dandel couldn't get a reply for the Ka Po' Tun. As soon as he asked him the lights started to dim, taking him by suprise. The dark always frightened him and even though he was with other people, he would feel claustophobic and panic, very badly. And panic attacks with large group members are never good. Sh*t whats happening, Dandel thought, turning around to see if there was a source or reason for the sudden dimming. As he turned round he caught the Altmer, Breton and Dunmer all taking things at will.

''Oh you f***ing hypocrite!'' Dandel angrily walked pointing a finger to the Dunmer, Aryon. ''So much for not touching anything, I take one, just one bottle of wine and I'm called a fool, yet you can take anything and everything you want! I may not be a genius, but I'm pretty sure what your taking is more likely to set off any traps. So don't try and act the boss of me.'' He gave Aryon a push as he ended his sentance. Dandel was furious at the Dunmer, especially because he felt that he was being bossed around. He wasn't an amazing fighter, but he still would swing a punch when mad, even if it would have very little effect.

Due to the fact that now everyone was taking anything they choose, Dandel felt obliged to do the same and if it sets up a trap, so be it. By pure luck, the Dunmer found a large rucksack on the floor, which would hold all the loot and booze he would possibly want. Haha! Result! He thought slinging the rucksack on to his back. All the expensive armours would be pointless for Dandel as he was never skilled in using heavy plate, and in his own personal opinion, his leather cuirass would do fine. It wasn't going to protect him from barrels of damage but it would allow him to move with agility and speed, what he actually prefered. He definatly would want more alcohol, the two bottles of wine in the wine shelf were placed gently into the rucksack. It was then that it occured to Dandel that his bow and arrow were in poor condition, in the distance he spotted a weaponry table. As he walked over there, the Dunmer caught sight of a large and muscular Nord drinking mead.

''Aaah my friend, you have no taste haha.'' Dandel said to him, chuckiling while give him a friendly and happy pat on the back. ''But seriously you should try some of this sh*t.'' He displayed the wine. ''You'll never find better.'' And with that Dandel winked and walked away.

All the bows and arrows were in mint condition, which was odd to Dandel. Even the iron bows hadn't rusted or anything. There must of been tenants here recently, no way could weapons last hundreds of years without being looked after. Well thats at least was Dandel's thought, but he was no expert, so he didn't let it bother him. After a good minute deciding, Dandel finally made a choice for what to use. He picked up silver, both for the bow and arrows. The number arrows would probably be enough, but there was no point in taking risks, Dandel snatched ten more. It was only then that he noticed there was a small Breton next to him looking for a quiver.

''Ah, another archer. Nice 'ta meet you. Whats your name buddy?'' Dandel tried to sound and look as friendly as possible, he had not met this man yet, and wanted to try and be on the good side of the group members.

OOC: I'm seriously going to have to work out a schedule for this thread. Why is there suddenly a room full of treasure?

Well, now theres a bit less people it should be OK.

IC:

Arnand had meanwhile been staying in the corner of the room full of treasures. He wasn't sure about all this - Where had it all come from? It certainley hadn't been there on his first visit. And nobody would just give away what was easily an accumulated wealth of one million Septims. That meant that the room must be a test of some kind.

But the room was beginning to dim. Evidently, they were to move on very soon. Even if the room was trapped, all the people looting it would have set them all off anyway, so Arnand decided to take something, but he didn't want to have to lug things about so only something that would fit into his pouch. Arnand rushed over towards the bookshelf, and looked among the covers. It was a sight to see. All four copies of the Mythic Dawn Commentaries, even now rarities, were the only books Arnand recognised. The rest seemed either Daedric or something else entirely. Arnand was in awe. But, not knowing the origin of the unknown books and having no use for the Commentaries, he didn't think it safe to pick anything.

As Arnand looked about the room, he struggled to look for anything else of value. The expensive robes he didn't want - his Silk clothings were better suited for enchantments and were just as rich. Arnand walked up to the only thing left that he might want something from - The table of Dwemer, Ayleid and Daedric artifacts. Cogs and tubes, glowing stones and blackened, runed rocks lay on the table. Most of this was common - The Ayleid and Dwemer artifacts could be easily obtained from their ruins. But the Daedric Realms had been much harder to access since the Third Era, so Arnand decided to take one of the Daedric artifacts. This was easy - The only Daedric items on the table were ordinary Sigil stones. Arnand managed to shove the two potions, the key, the coins and the hood in his pouch to the sides and squeeze one of the glowing stones inside. The pouch was now bulging alarmingly, but the Sigil stone managed to fit inside, if only just.

Pleased with his choice, Arnand waited to see what would happen when the room fell into complete darkness.

OOC: am sorry guys, as ive said i expect at least the first thread to whizz by as many RP's ive created start fast then slow down. Your free to come back when you wish, i'll be adding a detailed recap at the beginning of each thread so you can get a summary of events and dont have to read pages and pages before rejoining.

If you want to step out for now thats fine, either post your character backing out or just leave it and we'll pretend you left if that is what you want



as for me im heading into town breifly "sims 3 here i come" haha

OOC: fortunately my timezone allows me to both post at times with less folk around and at times when Korroded Korpse is around
as for those who think they can't make it in, just try to find a moment when most people sleep/work and read the majority of posts.

After reading the text a few times Jack had no real idea of what it meant and thought the most plausible explanation was indeed as someone else in the group already said that they were to take the treasure, but not get greedy, apparently the one who made this test of sorts wanted to see people being able to control themselves, and thus calmly he walked to the display of rarities on tables and in chests, is attention was almost immediately drawn to a table with jewellery and amulets, no doubts some of them were enchanted as their materials were not the rarest of sorts, one even being made out of unpolished stones and feathers, but he also saw a small silver amulet with three gold coins attached to it, Jack liked it's subtle design and picked it up from the table, it had some sort of enchantment he could tell, however Jack had to inspect it more carefully if he was to unveil it's exact nature. He tugged the small treasure away I his pocket as he walked to the display of weapons.

Glass and ebony weaponry, it sure looked too good to be true, but Jack could not see any way it was fake. He picked up a glass short sword from the rack, it's green blade was slightly transparent and with a steel handle with tiny green gems around the handguard it sure looked like a valuable weapon.
for a moment or two Jack Vedeos just stood still looking at the blade deciding how he could use it, but suddenly he realized he actually did not need more money, and if what he had heard it right then according to those rumours which no doubts had drown all these people here, no one of them needed to be greedy here. that could be the meaning of this test... he quickly put back the sword and walked back towards the entrance where few remained
He noticed the breton who too had her theories about the riddle and shared his conclusion with her and the others still at the entrance
"I've done some thinking here, this... treasure room, you might call it, it seems like a reward or something right? like payment after fulfilling a contract or a reward for giving aid... I came here because I heard someone wanted to find a Khajiit mercenary or adventurer. I've heard about that Khajiit, and understand he's got plans, so what if this is a test to see if we are committed on finding him, or if it is only for payment like this treasure. Forgive me, I'm getting ahead of myself with this puzzle, I am Jack Vedeos" he said to the breton who stood closest to him.

OOC: I'm also making my character forget the small coin amulet in his pocket, it'll turn up later in the roleplay when he get's the chance to figure out the enchantment (probably nothing big, but still useful like a fire shield spell or something)

OOC: Nothing much has happened yet, I think the majority of posts are just people talking with very little story progression so far. No one is missing out on any events at all. What we have done so far is meet up, enter a fort and enter a room of treasure.

IC: ''Oh you f***ing hypocrite!'' Dandel angrily walked pointing a finger to the Dunmer, Aryon. ''So much for not touching anything, I take one, just one bottle of wine and I'm called a fool, yet you can take anything and everything you want! I may not be a genius, but I'm pretty sure what your taking is more likely to set off any traps. So don't try and act the boss of me.''

Such a comment from this clearly drunken man shocked Aryon greatly yet he tried to suppress this feeling to not show any weakness. But it was when the man dared to push him that set him off "What you will find fool is that everything I have touched I put back. You on the other hand have touched, took and drank everything you found!" he shouted in the mans face and in his right hand he lit a spherical burning ball of fire to intimidate the drunkard. "I would suggest you back down now or you will face more than you could possibly imagine". Aryon had dealt with people much like this man and even worser things that would make many tremble at the mere thought.

Heinrich

"Ya know, ain't 't like that you gloomies have this nonflammable deal runnin'? Ain't no mage, but 't seems pretty stupid you'd intimidate him with a ball o' fire." Heinrich rose an eyebrow, watching as the mage snapped. In his heart, the yeoman supported the currently drunk Dunmer - he never liked mages with their fancy spells, pulling off 'amazing' tricks to try fool normal folks like himself. Not one such mage he had chased off his farm when they wandered in and started blabbering about donating plants for useful potions. 'Bloody wanderers, can't you see the damn fence!' was his warcry back in those days, and with at least half a dozen men and the law behind him, the mages always had to retreat.

Sure hope I don't have to sleep with that one. Way bossy and way unpredictable, that he is. 'Do tis', do that, don't touch 't, bla bla'. Bloody gloomies. Bloody mages, too, think they can flick the wrist and everyone'll fall over and die. Heinrich wasn't going to spit that into the Dunmer's face, he had enough sense to know that with someone so keen to blast someone's head off, a bit of caution was to be exercised. No need ta' roll over 'n let them stomp on you, tho'.

Still standing just away from the group, growing ever more hard to see with the dimming light, Alkhil watched the many interactions that ranged from simple curiousity about their present situation, all the way to conflict between two Dunmeri, one of which was the bumbling drunk that Alkhil was very close to losing what patience he had with, even though there had been no direct contact between them. The other Dunmer, who had been labelled as the 'hypocrite', seemed to be much more in control of himself and like many Mer that Alkhil knew, in the sense that he did his best to appear calm and not let his emotions completely take control of him, and the Imperial admired that and did a damn good job of emulating that.

Alkhil's eyes widened as he saw the fireball appear in Aryon's hand. Having heard or seen nothing, he instinctively knew this Dunmer was accomplished in some school of the Arcane arts, and had a fairly nice grasp of the arts which fell under the school of Destruction. An explosion of the magnitude that was possible would injure or kill many in here, and not just the two involved in the conflict. Feeling a small part of his former Imperial Legion side coming through, Alkhil slipped off the enchantment that hid his eyes and made his way to where the two were arguing. "It would be a good idea to save this for another time, Dunmer, and I speak to both of you. Plus, if it hadn't been for your foolishness, you drunkard, we would not have decided that a few trinkets that would help us in the upcoming trials would be okay. How your wine helps you, I do not wish to know, and it could be your downfall." Turning to the other Dunmer, he lowered his voice slightly. "Mage, extinguish your flames, the mental ones and the physical ones, so that we do not all die in an explosion, should the drunkard have a reflect spell on some of his clothing. I'm certain we would have detected it by now, but there's always the possibility. Now, cool yourself and let us continue on our journey to meet with this Khajit."

Aryon was in the process of thinking what part of the other Dunmers body he should scorch first and ignoring what Heinrich had said when another man appeared to try and calm the situation. Whoever he was he spoke correctly and if the drunkard had some form of magic protection on his body then everyone in the room could die if he cast his flames. With coming back to his sense he closed his right fist, extinguishing the ball of fire in the process and spoke "You're right, there would be no use in wasting my magic on taking the life of this man"

It was only then that the mage realised how close he came to losing his control. Something about the other Dunmer seemed to had triggered something in the back of his mind. Never had he nearly lost total control like that when facing someone like him, yet he was so close to just at that moment. Aryon mearly pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and looked at the slowly dimming light and the task at hand "We should focus on what we are here for and I think we are about to find out the answer to this test" he looked at the drunkard with distain "and whether or not we passed or failed"

Arnand patted his now very full pouch whilst listening to the arguers. Sighing, he turned around and spoke for the first time since entering the fort.

"I thought, everybody, we were in this together. Whether this is an invitation - or test - to the kind of guild all of us have been searching for or not, there is obviously something happening. Look at all this! I'll tell you, I have a copy of nearly every single common book and many rare Daedric ones too, and I have never seen any books like those" Arnand gestured to the shelf of mysterious books.

"Squabbling is not going to get us any further. Squabbling is going to distract us and hold us all up. Are we going to try and save the Empire? Or are we going to shout and rave like a flock of seabirds over a rotten fish? It seems that you would all rather choose the latter and throw fireballs at each other."

Arnand went back to gazing around the room absentmindedly.

Acerbus could stay silent no longer. "I must warn you to leave these treasures alone. We've done nothing to deserve these marvelous things; no one would give these things away without giving a price. This is a test to all of you. A test of your ability to control yourselves," He said, moving towards the tables of artifacts, weapons, armors, and many other countless things.

I imagine that these treasures will dematerialize after the lights are out and darkness enshrouds the fort's walls once again. They will not listen to one such as me. They will eventually listen; I hope.

"What does it matter? The inscription is obscure, but it doesn't seem to be saying not to take anything." Tucharon replied to Acerbus. He knew something was happening, but at this point, it no longer seemed to be a trap, at least not any trap he'd ever heard of. Besides, the fort has so far been far less dangerous than just about every Dwemer, Ayleid, or Dunmer ruin that Tucharon had visited.

Even so, he moved his hand onto the hilt of his sword, just in case. Facing known danger was one thing, but facing something so completely unknown was another.

OOC: it appears that the only people who havnt decided what to do in this room, are gravefalcon and long john who both said they were leaving, and Aulakauss who hasnt even posted yet but i know he's having interent troubles at the moment so it would be unfair of me to make you all wait for him... so without further adue i think its time to move forward... also here is an altered map to show what is happening where in the fort http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/klown-korpse/mapofblueblood.jpg


IC:

Just as everyone had finished gathering what they had decided to take, the orange glow burnt out and left the outer wall of the room where the treasure sat in complete darkness, leaving the single candelabra in the centre as the only source of light. Just as the orange light diminished the door at the furthest corner of the room clicked and swung open, it was clear that who or whatever was guiding the group wanted them to move forward from this room and leave anything that remained behind.

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Narkiourrou was still playing with the trinkets on the table even once the light had gone out, not realising due to his cat-like night vision that he was searching in darkness. Yet as the door clunked his ears pricked and he bagged his final steal, an unusual earring with what felt like a wolf fang attached to it. He turned from the counter and casually paced toward the open door with a large smile upon his cheeky face.

"Well that was fun!" he exclaimed " lets see what lovely treat we have next hahaha."

He had little shame in taking things that were not his and it showed, his curiousity was heightened greatly now that he had tasted the riches as he strode to be the first into the corridoor that exited.

Firenze, still immersed in the amazing books and Dwemer schematics noticed that the lights suddenly went out.
"Damn, Darkness no no, Lighy yes yes..." He chanted, the spell that he had made himself.
"Ah, thats better." He whispered to himself, rifling through the piles and piles of tubes, books and scraps.
"Here! Got it, Adire is so damn fussy, now I can leave." He said to himself stuffing the Dwemer schematics and books into his satchel, then he noticed the swinging wall that had just opened.
"Khajiit! Do you know where this leads?"

As the man next to her introduced himself as Jack Vedeos, Elissandre answered slightly louder than usual for the profit of everyone around "Nice met. I'm Elissandre" While looking him over she noticed he was carrying an odd piece of equipment, poking her curiosity enough to ask "But I wonder why you're hauling a shovel. To dig up something from under a stone floor or clear a passage I'd rather us a pick of one sort or another. Though with the amount of effort expended to greet us, I doubt there will be much obstruction to remove."

As she overheard the developing friction between the two dunmers ? the boozed up skooma sponge and the armored mage she paused to evaluate the situation. A reflecting enchantment on that drunkard ? Possible but it's very unlikely for an addict to have kept something that valuable...And a focused enough spell would be reflect only on you. Sounds like this guy is powerful but sloppy. Or maybe just don't give a damn about collateral damage. Either case, not someone I'd be happy to have close by.

"Well, now that we're all good buddies again, we shall move. I don't know what's supposed to happen when the room gets dark again, but I'm not in the mood to wait and see.". With those words she headed for the room's other exit, in time to hear someone else's warning : "I must warn you to leave these treasures alone. We've done nothing to deserve these marvelous things; no one would give these things away without giving a price. This is a test to all of you. A test of your ability to control yourselves,"
He's probably right on the test angle. But I don't think whoever put it on is expecting us to leave everything alone. Not when packing things like liquors. Oh sure one can enchant some very nasty traps, but I doubt someone would waste that on a field surgeon's kit. It's not cheap, but compared to the ebony and glass weapons that's nothing. If these are truly ebony and glass. With the proper light it's easy to hide fakes. Throw in some illusions, and all those treasure might turn out to be crap. But once again, I doubt one would bother with that on the kit I've picked.

Larth fell in step behind the Cat. It seemed he didn't find anything strange at all about what they were doing.

Must be a Cat past time, staging chambers in abandoned forts to be filled with riches and what-not. He chuckled verbally at his own mental joke. The mead he had gained was clearly not valuable in the eyes of these hooligans, but then again, what could be expected had they never tasted it? T' was a wondrous beverage, the most refreshing in all the lands he'd been. In all the lands beyond, as well, he'd wager.

With pictures of lizard-men from the far shores taking a drink of mead, and proceeding to get piss drunk, in his mind, Larth walked through the passage with the more adventurous bloke in front. At least he'll spring any traps. He liked to rationalize things when there wasn't much else to do.

In fact, once he'd informed himself that the reason he was lying wounded in a forest in Hammerfell was that his hamstring was cut. It wasn't that he didn't already know that, but it helped him not move so as to avoid damaging it. That had been quite a misfortune expedition for him and his comrades. It was a tricky game, picking the right Lord or Lordling who happened to be hiring for the right price, at the right time, and trying to be sure he wouldn't get you killed. That last one was a key point.

Heinrich

Feeling the weight of the tools in his bag and his new quiver on his shoulder, Heinrich smiled to himself, continuing in to the new passage behind the Nord, Larth or whoever. He was confident that if this was a test, he didn't fail it in the sense of being too greedy; however, not knowing exactly what the notes on the wall said was somewhat of an annoyance when faced with a riddle. 'Tis like readin' a book. Full o' nonsense and crap that was meant only for 'em ass nobles and the like... I wonder where do all of 'em come from if they know readin'. Rich bastards or temple lads, only choices I see for that knowledge.

In any case, I sure hope the next room's like this one too. Bloody fun, pickin' stuff like that. Acerbus may say we did nothin' to deserve it, but I'd consider this to be a compensation for all 'em things the Empire's managed to screw up in the short time since stuff took a turn for the worse. Sure wish the Champion didn't disappear like that on us. Prolly how the gloomies felt when their Neravorine or whoever left for the far lands with no warnin'; don't feel nice, but 'least they had the lads in the big city still workin' back then, and that king guy sure helped too. Champion screwed up more with his poof gone, IF he's simply gone and not dead like I think he is...

With those considerations, Heinrich made his way through the corridor, trying not to bump into Larth's back.

Once again Dandel had triggered one of Aryon's nerves. It was becoming obvious that no matter what, these two Dunmer would hate each other.

"What you will find fool is that everything I have touched I put back. You on the other hand have touched, took and drank everything you found! I would suggest you back down now or you will face more than you could possibly imagine.'' Aryon conjured up a fireball in the process.
''See there you go again, trying to boss me around and all that sh*t. I don't care if you could turn me into a pile of ash, I'm gonna stand up for myself, and you ain't gonna stop me. If you have a f***ing problem with it lets take this outside.'' Dandel truely thought that he was in the right, even though he was acting childish and a little pathetic.

Suddenly, a short, robed man appreared from nowhere. It made the Dunmer jump a little, and embaressingly fall into Aryon. He was trying to brake up the conflict, suggesting that it would do the group no good if they had a full on physical fight. Dandel didn't really listen, he was to bust concentrating on his hatred for Aryon, and his drink of course. It was only when the Imperial man mentioned that if he had an enchantment of reflect spell on his clothing, it could cause major damage. This made Dandel spit out his drink and almost fall on the floor laughing.

''What?! HAHA! Are you serious? Me, an enchantment? My friend I can barely afford a shirt, yet alone have some 'all powerful' enchantment.'' Dandel wipped a tear from his eye. ''And Aryon, please could you give you give up the whole 'I'm gonna kill you' act. Seriously if you're gonna do it then do it, I'm not exactly an a difficult target.''

All of a sudden, the room blacked out. It was almost impossible to see, only a lone candle gave off any light. Dandel was starting to get a little uncomfortable, and his legs started to shake. Damn, damn, damn, damn, sh*t where in Oblivion do I go? Dandel rushed over to the candle, and huddled into it, giving him better ability to see. Even though he used the term 'Where in Oblivion do I go' the Dunmer didn't really have any idea what it meant, of course he had heard of Oblivon but knew next to nothing about, he just heard others use the expression and adopted it as well. It was after a few seconds of gazing around the room, now a complete void, that Dandel heard a faint click. The sound caused him to turn his head into one of the room's corners. A secret door had been opened. This place wants us to move on already, dammit. Dandel really wanted more time to try and keep himself calm and drink away his problems with the wine, but it was not meant to be.

''Could any of you wizard men cast us some light? Be a good help y'know, we need it.'' This was just an excuse so Dandel didn't have to be nervous in the dark, even if his eyes had mostly adjusted.

Dandel could see the female Breton, Heinrich, the Nord and Korro walk off into the corridor. He didn't want to be left alone, so joining the group into the next section would be a wise idea for him. However before he left he wanted to take a few more spoils from the room, ignoring the old Imperial's request. He would never come across this kind of treasure again, so there as no point in letting it go to waste. He took a good couple of handfuls of Septims, at least one hundred gold coins, which would last a long time. Dandel also felt that he would need a more effective secondary weapon, his dagger was in dreaful condition to say the least, and would be as effective as a butter knife. The Dunmer caught sight of a wonderfully crafted golden dagger, almost as beautiful as the one he stole as a child. Dandel didn't know it was actually a Dwemer dagger, but he knew it would be good to use in a battle, or if he wanted to slip a blade through Aryon's throat. It was light, sharp and had a good grip. Definatly a much more useable then his other dagger, which he threw away into the air, hoping it didn't hit anyone.

''Hey! You guys! Wait up will ya'.'' Dandel lumbered clumbsily over to the group members ahead, slightly out of breath by the time he reached them. ''If you need any drink just ask.'' He generously offered, as the others and himself walked on. Even though the things around him never really bothered him, after the sudden black out and magically opening door Dandel look more closely at his surroundings and acted more cautiously as he walked. It hadn't occured to him yet that his looting may of set off any traps or played a part in the black out.

''So my Khajit friend, you got that skooma?'' Asked Dandel, winking at Korro as he spoke.

Arnand listened to Acerbus carefully. Morality overcame him and he got out the Sigil Stone and placed it back onto the table. Just at the last moment, however, he saw a book wide open from where Firenze had opened it in a search for specific schematics. Beautifully drawn diagrams of inventions lay inside, of robots and traps and machinery and all other wonderous inventions. Longingly, Arnand stared at the book, then shook himself and turned away from the treasures. He didn't need any of them, and it was wrong to take what was obviousley somebody elses'. Arnand didn't want to be selfish and greedy, disrupting the perfect collection along with everyone else that he assumed the Khajiit had taken years to gain.

As Arnand looked away, the lights blacked out and a door grinded open at the other end of the room. Glad to be away from the teasing room and it's contents, Arnand walked on through the corridor quickly, as eager to find the Khajiit mastermind as he was to leave the glinting hall of treasure.

Suddenly the chamber fell into darkness leaving the only light in the room being eminated from the flames on the candles within the centre of the room. Aryon wasn't caught of guard as he was too tense at the moment with having to face the idiocy of a drunk and the bumbling fools ignoring the riddle. Waving his right hand he cast a spell that would allow him to see in the dark for at least 10 minutes before he would have to cast it again. It would be annoying to say the least to have to continue the re-cast it just to see in the darkness but it was effective and much more helpful than a mundane torch. Just when he finished his spell he heard a clink coming from a corner of the room where a door opened, which struck him with curiousty as no monster appeared nor was a trap set off, there was nothing. Had they failed or would they meet their fate within? Were the fools correct in hording the treasure? Would that be what the Khajiit wanted or not? They would surely find out by heading deeper and hopefully it wouldn't result in failure or even worse...death

"It is clear that we should swiftly move on" he said as the others, after gathering themselves after the shock, headed through the newly opened passage. "I don't know what quite to expect but we should be careful, especially you Dunmer" he said and pointed at the drunkard he had a brief encounter with earlier "and you too Khajiit" and he in turn nodded at Narkiourrou "Bumbling into uncertain darkness is a sure fire way of asking for trouble". And at those words he followed behind, being ever alert and his hand at the ready for magic should the need be called for.

Firenze saw that he was the last on left in the room.
"Dangit." He cursed. "Hey, wait up guys!" He yelled after them.
Farewell neverending treasure... He thought to himself, running through the opened wall. The tunnel was dark, very dark and despite his night-eye spell he kept tripping over on the occasional rock or boulder.
Seeing as he didn't get a reply from the so-called saviour, Firenze decided to try again.
"So, Khajiit, or any-one, do you happen to know where this passage leads?

Just as the Breton named Elissandre had introduced herself the light went out completely, at first Jack could only see black, but then he noticed, like others, lights in a corridor now revealed at the very back end of the room of treasure.

"Well you heard it, let's get going" he said to the people who had remained near the entrance and did not make a move to introduce themselves
before he headed to the light he gave the silhouette of Elissandre his delayed answer "You asked why I would carry around a shovel in a place like this? it is because of that reason I use this as my weapon, because people don't always see the cunning of improvised weapons, people underestimating such weapons die young."his voice was suddenly quite serious, still friend,ly, but obviously that friendly attitude was not to be mistaken for weakness or carelessness
"Let me give you a word of advice, don't judge a book by it's cover for looks can be deceiving... especially in this company" In the darkness Jack's smile was hardly visible and he already walked ahead, following the ones already in the new passage towards the new source of light.

OOC: I am really getting to like this character, and as a sidenote, he appears to be a Nord due to his big frame and apparent strength, especially the mages in thegrpoup should be underestimating his skill in the schools of magic

Korro answered Firenze justly, by saying "Nope! not a friggin clue but i'll welcome whatevers in it" and with that he let out yet another laugh. To most he probably appeared to have a laughing disorder or probably high on skooma, yet neither were true, he simply had a unique look on life. "Seeing as that last place was filled with pleasures of a physical nature, my best guess is now we move on to pleasures of a physical nature... eheh, y'know what i mean?" he jested as he turned round and winked with his big foolish grin on show then turned back chuckling as he entered the next room.

To be honest Korro didnt care what awaited them, he was on a roll and felt darn good, nothing could break his mood now.....





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Varar had been following the group around and down the path just as the lights went out. "Pleasures of a physical nature eh? I think I like this place!" said Varar, still admiring the treasures he had proudly picked out. Who knew what lay in store for them in the next room. A trap, more treasure, both?

By now the alcohol was taking a big toll on Dandel's mentality. He could hold his drink well, but he had way gone over the natural limit. As he walked down the corridor he tripped on several rocks, falling everytime but getting up giggiling. ''Wheeheehe this is fun!'' Dandel exclaimed to the group as he fell into the wall. Aryon addressed to the group that they should be careful, especially Dandel.

''Awww you serious? Me? I am careful you stupid toad, why aren't I?'' He asked Aryon, as he fell into the wall once again, this time getting some sort of vile slime all over his hand. ''Ewww, what is this sh*t? Here, have some flubber Aryon.'' Dandel proceeded to wipe the green mess on the chest area of Aryon's cuirass. ''Theres more of where that came from if you wanna keep pissing me off, ya' hear?''

Dandel heard the Ka Po' Tun asking if anyone knew where the passage led too. In truth the Dunmer had not a single idea, but felt necessary to put in his opinion of the question, as stupid and pathetic it was. But he couldn't help a word he was saying, the effects would wear off soon enough, after he would most likely puke all over the place.

''My friend, no need to worry about where this place leads to, ravel in the element of suprise, bask in it's all glory. That way my friend, you will be a f***ing king. A f***ing king you hear me?! Yeah thats right kido.'' Dandel honestly was making a complete and utter ass of himself, and once again he tripped. This time the conseqeunce was not laughing, but profuse coughing and choking. After a few seconds of pain, Dandel gagged up a minscule amount of vomit. He turned to the group.

''Hehe, sorry 'bout that friends.''

OOC: Everything in this post where I do something to Emperor Jim's character has been agreed upon via PM.

Tucharon followed without saying a word, although between his armor and the Dwemer components in his satchel, his movement was anything but silent. He wasn't surprised by the group's squabbles, this kind of thing is to be expected when you gather a bunch of strangers and send them through a ruined fort. This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

So it wasn't a trap. Although he was a bit late in realizing this, he had enough time to gather that which he desired. It wasn't much, but for him, it was enough for now. After all, Numidium wasn't build in a day.