OOC: Funny posts lol

AfterGeadros was tied up, Florig walked outside with Natus and Crippo.
"Well he won't be going anywhere." Florig said.
Natus turned around, "A blizzard is coming, I suggest we rest."
They all nodded and went back into the tent, the wind slowly gathering strength.

"By the love of the nine, what's the matter with that man's?" Natus said to himself while going to bed, it had been a long hard day and suddenly he realised something, what the hell are we doing here? he thought. From of the start he had been following Florig for all he knew Florig was just using him, he mumbled some curses before closing his eyes.


Natus awoke on a green field, the sun was high in the sky and you could easily smell flowers. He looked to his left and noticed around thirty half naked Impirials girls bathing themselves under a foutain, they giggled as they saw him watching. Natus whistled and just when he was going to join in with the lovely ladies he found a bottle of ale next to him. Natus chuckled, and slowly brought the bottle to his lips...


"NATUS WAKE UP!!!" Florig shouted.
Natus awoke slowly and was gretted by Florig's Nordic face which had a big smile on his face. "I believe you were haivng a nightmare." and FLorig couldn't help but chuckle.
"A NIGHTMARE?! I'LL GIVE YOU A NIGHTMARE YOU S..." But he was cut of as the Argonian entered the tent saying.
"S-s-sorry to i-i-interupt but I believe we have v-v-visitors." He said with a voice only an Argonian would be able to make.

Crippo walked into the tent and hid under a bed.
"What is this stupid beast doing?" Natus said.
Florig looked outside the tent and fell to the ground as a dwemer arrow flew through the tent door, "Undead!" Florig gathered a few things and cut a hole in the back of the tent, the other two grabbed their gear and followed Florig outside into the snow. They ran off into the forest and eventually came to the familiar sight of Mushroom trees, they had finally passed into mainland Morrowind, now the new challenge was to find passage to Vvardenfell.
"I can't run any further..." Florig said, gasping for breath.
"Me either.." Natus said, "What I'd do for a drink..."
Crippo stood on a rock, looking back towards Cyrodiil, "We've lost the creatures, but I see a strange fortress outside Bruma, it is being attacked."
Florig climbed upon the rock and looked, it was a fortress alright, souls, skyships, siege weapons, and the undead soldiers stormed it, but the defenders, whoever they were, were defending it well. Florig sighed and jumped down with Natus, Crippo followed, and without saying a word to each other, the companions moved to the Northeast to the great city of Mournhold, it was there they would find safe transport to Vvardenfell....

As the three men entered the city of Mournhold Natus was greeted by a filthy looking man with a breard and he held one hand on his dagger. "Natus? Is that you old mate?!" The man shook his hand and looked to the other man and Argonian.
"Who're these odd fellas?" the man asked.
"Crippo and FLorig this is Duko, Duko his is Crippo and FLorig."
The man nodded. "Anyway Natus, remember that time when you leant some money from me...I want that back." the man suddenly said with a business tone.
He looked at Florig and Crippo, "any chance any of you might have money with you?"

Florig shook his head and walked down an alley to the palace.
Natus looked towards Crippo, "You wouldn't happen to-" Natus stopped talking as Crippo followed Florig down the alley.

"What an idiot." Florig said, stopping at the palace entrance. Florig was about to enter the palace as he heard a yell from behind, Natus was rounding a corner, "What are you-" Florig stopped yelling as he noticed about 20 armed mercs chasing after Natus.

ragnokk decides that he has had enough and it is time to desert like everyone else and use his contacts inside the palace to get some shore leave .

(OOC: was reading through this and got interested. Here's my character.)

Name: Raksadarg

Race: Khajiit

Age: 26

Birthsign: Thief

Gender: Male

Class: Scout

Physical Description:
-Height: 5'11
-Build: Muscular
-Eyes: Khajiit yellow
-Fur: Light Brown
-Hair: Yellow

Clothing/Armor: Full leather armor

Weapons: Raksa wears a steel longsword in a scabbard on his left hip. He has a silver dagger hidden inside his right boot as a backup. A fine steel bow hangs on his back, along with a quiver, full of whatever kind of arrows he can find.
Background: Raksa was born in Elsweyr to a pair of nobles. However, that life was not for Raksa, and he soon left Elsweyr, going north to Cyrodill. There, he became a thief, breaking into people's houses and taking what he pleased. He even went so far as to join the mages guild to learn alteration spells to help unlock doors. He gained quite the reputation. One night, however, an old woman walked in on a robbery. She had a heart attack, leaving a little girl without anyone to take care of her. Raksa saw the error of his ways. He joined the Imperial Legion, using his past expierience to help instead of harm. Of course, that doesn't mean his need for thievery is gone...

IC: Raksadarg traversed through the snow of the ravine, his boots imbedding themselves only as far as his weight could go. His fur insulated him against the cold, but it was still cold. 'Times like this, i'd like to be a Nord...' He looked up to see where he was, and saw a fleet of flying boats. "What in...?" He had never seen anything like that before. On board were undead soldiers. He went to turn back, but saw two men lying by a log. He approached cautiously, as he didn't know if they were friend or foe. "Hail! Prey tell, what is going on?"

OOC: Character accepted


Florig, Natus, and Crippo ran right out the Mournhold gates and into a forest of mushroom trees, the angry mob of Mercenaries still on their tales. They finally reached a rapids, it led right into the sea, without thinking they jumped from the cliff and into the rushing water. Florig grabbed a rock and climbed halfway onto it, he looked up onto the cliff and saw the mercs, the leader cursed and the mercs went back to Mournhold.
"That was too-" Natus recoiled as Florig lunged at his throat, holding a sharp piece of wood to his neck, "You are going to get us killed! I should have left you in the tent with that fool Geadros!" Florig finished yelling and tossed the sharp stick into the rapids, cursing as he noticed his longsword was gone, but sighing in relief as he found he still had the ring.
He continued to check his belongings before he dove into the rapids, avoiding the rocks and small falls, Natus and Crippo sighed together and jumped into the water after Florig.

After a tough swim, Florig, Natus, and Crippo felt their hands hit warm sand. Florig stood up and brushed his wet hair from his eyes, helping Crippo to his feet but leaving the gasping Natus on the sand. The two looked out to sea and saw the large island of Vvardenfell, it's coastlines shrouded by heavy fog.
"I didn't want to come back here...." Florig said.
Crippo looked around and jumped with satisfaction, "Boat! Look!" He pointed towards a small raft, big enough to hold all three of the companions. Florig patted the Argonian on the back and went to the boat, it was in perfect condition except from the sand gathered inside.
After awhile, the boat was free of sand and all three companions started sailing to Vvardenfell, Florig studying the map and ring as Natus grumbled at the rowing of the boat.

OOC: wait am i still in the tent tied up or did you guys drag me with you to Morrowind?

OOC: Yesh you probably are.

IC: Crippo was a very strange Argonian about one thing he always got seasick on ships, it didn't took to long or he was starting to vomit.
"What's your problem?" Natus shouted still pissed about everything.
Florig looked at Crippo and said: "You should rest and Natus should row alone."
"WHAT?!" Natus shouted angry, but whitout any further complaining he rowed the best he could gasping for air everything 30 seconds.
"when are we going to arrive?" Crippo asked.

OOC: in the tent? or with you guys?

Raksadarg awoke to the rolling of the sea. Still half asleep, he barely registered the fact that the room was moving. He got up, and fell to the ground with a wave. Instantly wide awake, he moved torwards the door. He had seen the ship, and decided he'd take a free bed for a cat nap. He still had his bag of lockpicks from his time as a thief. The lock was easy enough, and the bed was soft. Before long, he drifted off, and apparently had sleep quite deeply. He knew people who caught someone in thier home (or boat, as the situation portrayed) had different reactions. Some just told him to get out. The more eccentric ones questioned him to why he felt he needed their possesions. Others reacted with violence. 'What the hell...' Raksa opened the door and said "Hello, looks like i got on the wrong boat."

OOC: i would love to see this rp done by December 19 2008 becuase i have to spend the holidays with my family and i don't have a computer becuase our internet is disconnected.
am i still in the tent?

OOC: Yes you are!

ooc: bad luck on the hols! and you are with them cos itl be better for the storyLOL
ic: Ragnokk is sipping mead in the hall talking to an old general he used to know, when the large door creaks open and three figures traipse in, dripping all over the floor. some words are spoken and they are allowed into the palace to sit in the hall. as they sit one of their hoods slips and ragnokk reconises the face of FLORIG his old leigon friend.

"FLORIG" he calls out. florig turns and seeing ragnokk he takes of his robes and motions for his companions to do the same. They walk towards eachother and shake hands, the purple of ragnokks skin against the imperials chainmail glove.They exschange pvssyr and Ragnokk asks to be introduced to the newcomer. More backstory is spoken of and the four sit down for another round of drinks.

some hours later during another conversation involving news and events, it is let slip that geadros is in the palace dungeons at this very moment, still under charge of desertion and so ragnokk imediately gets the general to sign for his release and geadros is able to tell them of the ring and the sword.
Using his knowledge of the ancient texts and the knowledge the librarian shared with him they are able to peice together the answers but many more questions are thought of.....

OOC: are you with them in Morrowind, because Natus, florig and Crippo are in Morrowind

OOC: Yes and that'd be pretty hard to do seeing we're on a boat...I think it's the best if you re-wrote that post

OOC: Geadros was still in the tent, and my group ran off and are now in the middle of the sea on route to Vvardenfell (In Morrowind), Ragnok was in the Imperial City when it was attacked, and Maud and his NPC are in Bruma.

IC:

Florig and Crippo woke in the middle of the sea, the night and fog showing nothing of their current position, and Natus was fast asleep at the rowing oars.
Florig stood up and kicked the boat, "Rise and shine!"
Natus jumped and pulled out his dagger, almost falling out of the boat, "S-Sorry." He said, rubbing his eyes and starting to row again.
Florig sighed and smacked Natus upside the head, "You're going to row in this weather? You can hardly see ten feet away, we could be by Akavir by now. Get some sleep..."
Everyone nodded and this time Natus anchored the boat.

__________

The companions woke to sunshine and a light mist, in the previous night they drifted right up near a dock by Vivec, the great city of the dunmer. Florig stood up and admired the view in the early morning, only to be brought back to the unpleasentness of Natus and the quiet Crippo.
Natus stood up, rocking the boat like a lunetic and spoke, "Well, here we are again, Vvardenfell, I *hic* really didn't want to come b-back heee agin...*hic*"
Florig turned around and looked at Natus, "Were you drinking?"
Natus laugghed, "Nope! Wh-What makes you think...Think tat?"
Florig shook his head and began to row to the nearest Vivec canton.

Natus chuckled as he thought Florig had believed him.
He's stupid He grinned while trying to hide all the empty ale bottles.
Every few seconds the annoying *hic* sound came from Natus's mouth.
"By the hist! can I throw him overboard?!" Crippo shouted mad as he couldn't stand it anymore.
"No Crippo, maybe later." florig said also clearly annoyed by Natus but then again who wouldn't?

Finally the companions reached the foriegn district of Vivec and stepped onto the brick ground. Florig had never exactly visited Vivec except for a glimpse five long years ago, he moved upwards and finally they found themselves on the upper level, staring out across the landscape of Vvardenfell in the early morning. Crippo looked over the edge and jumped back.
"Alright, I presume that-Natus!" Florig stopped talking and shouted at Natus who was dancing, attracting unwanted attention from the Ordinators.
"Whats going on here N'Wah?" The ordinator asked Natus, Florig and Crippo standing well out of the way.
"You...Called me a wha? I...I should lo-lock you up *hic*." Natus said, pointing a finger at the Ordinator.
Florig sighed as the Ordinator pulled a sword and ordered the companions to follow him to the jail, Florig slapping Natus on the back of the head as he attempted to pull a dagger on the Ordinator.

Natus might have been drunk but he still was able to come up with evil plans.
As Florig hit him on the head he acted as if he had hit him hard and fell on the ground groaning loudly.
The ordinator walked up to him only to be met by Natus who rolled over and stabbed his dagger in the troat of the ordinator.
The Dunmer sumbled backwards coughing blood and with some swift moves Natus ended the life of the Dunmer.
"YOU IDIOT!" Florig shouted out. "What have you done this time?!"
florig pulled out his sword but was held back by Crippo.
"Don't fight, otherwise we'll never make it." Crippo said.
Quickly shouts followed as people now noticed the corpse of the ordinator which lay on the ground covered in it's own blood.

The companions ran from the upper level of the canton and to the middle level, they were intercepted by a group of Ordinators, drawing their Indoril blades.
"Damn it!" Florig looked around and saw something in the distant sky which caught his eye, it was then he saw the distinct shapes of skyships and fire, Seyda Neen was no more..... Florig grabbed Natus and Crippo by the collar and leapt offthe canton into the river below. They swam underwater till they reached the coast and sprant into the nearest forest, heading towards the Bitter Coast region.

The group stopped and Florig pulled his sword on Natus, "You almost got us killed again! One more incident, and I'll run you threw myself! Got me!?" Florig through Natus to the ground and tossed Natus' dagger into a swampy pond. Crippo looked down, not wanting to get involved and followed Florig into the trees.

The swim had made Natus normal again and he nodded, he knew he had messed up and just nodded.
Whitout looking behind he followed FLorig and Crippo he still had no idea where they were going.


OOC: sorry for short post but exams!

OOC: Np.

IC: The group came out of the heavy foilage and found themselves looking at the burning Seyda Neen, Skyships were silently zooming above and undead soldiers raided the burning ruins, killing all in sight. Florig ran to a wood elf hiding behind a nearby tree, the wood elf turned around and began screaming randomly, "They came! It's the end! We're all going to die!"
Florig shook the wood Elf, "What's your name!? What's going on here?"
The wood elf calmed down and spoke, sobbing every word, "Fargoths the name, I-I was doing my usual runs of town, then the fire rained from the sky, hor-horrible things came from the sky, killing everyone."
Florig looked at the two companions behind him, "We have to do something...Hey!" Florig yelled at Fargoth as he ran into the town with a small dagger, screaming at the top of his lungs, he was instantly kicked by an Undead and flew like a ragdoll into a nearby window, still screaming. Florig couldn't help but chuckle before charging into the burning Seyda Neen with Natus and Crippo at his side.

OOC: this is my post that i tried to post up but it didn't work.

ICC: 2 Days Ago, Geadros comes to in the tent and sees he is tied up and sees Florig, Natus and Crippo are running away from something, as he jumps out with falling in the snow he starts to think he will die, but when he looks in the horizon he sees a huge garrison of Legion Soldiers running towards him and running away from a Dwemer Airship, as they pick him up and untie him they all run off towards Vvardenfel and run like if they were in Oblivion, as they run they have no time to talk.

Present Time Now Geadros and the remaining legions that weren't killed are at the Buckmoth legion fort from going on a small raft in the middle of a storm, after hours they still ran until they hit the fort, Arrows flying trying to take out the Airship, but as they Fort gets destroyed the whole legion garrison from the fort run up the hill to the nearby Dwemer ruin called Arkngthnd, as they look around they try to find something to use to take out the airship but see some wierd contraptions and see a huge spear like arrow in the long barrol of the gun, as a Bosmer hops on he wonders how to use it, he sees a triiger on pushes down on it and it shoots making a loud boom,
"they still work!" said a General, "quickly! get on the last two of those machines!" said the Bosmer, Geadros and an Orc get on they and they see a large stick, they move it and the machine moves and they aim it towards the Airship and fire, but when Geadros fires it misses, when the orc fired it, it his the Airship and they see it coming down.
AS fifty-six of the legion soldiers shout, they shout of victory, but as they walk towards the bridge a large army like of Hlaalu Guards and Legion soldiers riding to the Ruin and get off and open the large gate and citizens, women and children run inside, as the legions look around the Ruin they see various of entrances around the Ruin and head off inside it clearing out the Centurions and spectres that inhabit the ruin, as Geadros and his allies walk towards the gate a Hlaalu general asks who they are,
"Halt!, What legion garrison are you from?" said the Hlaalu general, "We are from Cyrodiil and we have come to aid our Friends and allies of the House Hlaalu!" said the General,
"State your names!" said the Hlaalu Captain, as the other legion soldiers walk in and leave Geadros and the General outside waiting to be cleared,l

"I am General. Doril Vantucion of the Legion Garrison of Cyrodiil." he says proudly,
"and you?" said the Hlaalu General, "I am Captain. Geadros Ravon of the Legion Garrison of Cyrodiil." he says, "Wait, 'Geadros Ravon', you are a General, not a Captain!" said a Hlaalu councilor, "You must be mistaken, im a Captain." he said, "No, it says here you have been promoted to General, last night, a recomemendation from Emperor Septim." said the Hlaalu Councilor. "Wow, i don't know what to say?" Geadros said sounding suprised.
"Quickly get in there before those Airships come back!" said the Councilor, as Geadros walks inside the ruin he looks around and sees some digging has been done, He looks around and finds a Dwemer Armory with Dwarven weapons of all kinds.

As Geadros walks down the tunnerl he sees more digginh been done a long time ago and sees a Dwemer Forge and a large Dinning hall, plus a Huge Barricade from the legion.

a Few days pass and Geadros has a dream, as he wakes he realizes he was corrupted with power from the Ring and knows he has to help Florig and his allies, he also has a short vision of Vivec, and the way into the Red Mountain. but before he leaves some Healers bring him to an Altar and put him into a Deep sleep, as hours pass by Geadros wakes up and he feels very young,
"Geadros, we have healed your wounds that you gained from a life time of fighting, you heart if healthier then it was before, and you can Endure more pain then you were and we noticed a number of scars on your head, has someone been hitting you in the head?" said one Healer, "No, why do you ask?" he said, "Nevermind, but you are atheleticly fit and you may be old but you can move around and feel young!" he said, "Brilliant!" said Geadros.
Geadros walks out and grabs a horse and rides from the Ancient City of Vivec and hopes he can find Florig before it is too late.