OOC: Hmm... Now that basically everyone who has already entered the dream realm has their equipment, we're basically stuck until everybody else either goes to sleep or confirms they're not going to.

Location: Quagmire

IC: "I still don't quite understand what I got. I mean, my heart is my weapon? What kind of lame power is heart anyway?" Vaernima disappeared. "Yup, no answer."

Gore stopped in swing, his axe a centimeter from the armor, which was now empty and hovering in the air. Gore looked at the armor, and a softness came to his face. Putting his two axes at his sides he reached up, eagerly grasping the Orcish helm and removing it from it's place. For a few minutes he simply stared at it in disbelief, and then he put it on his head.

Forever he would be Gore, now, as the nickname had stuck to his mind and his reputation, but now he could proudly proclaim he was Gore Hal'kek. He lifted the angered, snarling orcish facemask up, as he reached for the shield as well. It was a special kind of shield, not like the others but forged in a rectangle. It was also somewhat small for a shield, but that was it's purpose. Gore removed it and strapped it onto his forearm, the other section of the shield attaching to his forearm just below the elbow. It was meant to protect his flank even if he wielded two-handed weapons.

And then he reached out for the Battle Axe, a smile of content on his face. "Gore leave magic-realm. Gore go home."

ooc- I can't believe you managed to work that in! :rofl: And it's just Marcus now, isn't it?

ic-

Raves smiled at Dusk. "Well, you are kinda channeling a Daedric Prince right now. That's got to count for something." He started to reach a comforting hand toward her, but pulled it back and ran it through his hair instead, suddenly feeling awkward. His cheeks heated as he recalled her kiss only minutes before.

He cleared his throat and glanced over at the Argonians. "So, does anyone know where the Musical Man and the Cuddly Orc are?"

Sae-Kas had seen the whole episode, but was powerless to do anything to stop it. He was overcome by a deep sadness, but then happiness, as Raves was killed and resurrected. He almost laughed out loud at how awkward Raves became when Dusk kissed him. He too had received his prize from Vaermina after facing his fear.

Sae-Kas idly traced the tattoo of the dagger on his hand before responding. "Better late than never, Raves! For a moment there, I thought you weren't going to make it!" He shuddered slightly at the memory. " I'm glad that we're all alright... although some of us more than others," he said as he took a quick glance at the end of Dusk's arm.

OOC: Yes, Marcus is the only one left who hasn't fallen asleep. Gore is awake now, but not the rest of us.

Gore groaned, snapping towards wakefulness slowly. He felt... different. Something was on his head. Groaning and rising from the stone slab, he put one hand on his head, feeling cool metal. When he opened his eyes, he saw the world; but it was framed by two thin black rings. The mask was a specially made one to come close to the face, with eye holes close enough to still allow minor peripheral vision.

Gore seemed bewildered as he took the helmet off, looking at it. The face of an angered, war-ready Orc stared back, snarling. It showed of strength, determination, intimidation, and power. Gore smiled. It was Hal'kek. His foot hit something as it idly swung an inch from the floor, and Gore looked at it.

Setting down the helm gently, he hefted the Tribal steel battleaxe with an Orcish equivalent of stunned awe. Within the steel were engraved finely made patterns of swirling lines and elegant mosaics. The battle axe was double-sided, with an edge on each side of the shaft, and about as large as Gore's torso. Wasn't large for say, a Nord. But for Gore... that was large. Gore smiled.

"Brother of Lord Trinimac gives Gore axe, and Hal'kek mask. Gore thanks brother of Trinimac."

Location: Quagmire

IC: "Yeah..." said Dusk, sighing and rubbing the stump on the end of her other arm. "Well, can't I have a Dwemer hand or something, like your arm, Kelpriio? And to repeat Raves' question does anybody know where Marcus and Gore are?" She looked at her feet, then realised something. "Or where I could find new jeans, for that matter?"

Kelpriio, after he had overcome his own fears, was helpless to help his friends. And, he beleived there was no reason too: It was all fake, right?

but soon, he relized it was all too real.By the Gods... That was all... Real? That ment two things: one, he had stared down the very skeleton that had killed him and killied it instead. And two...

Kelpriio inspected his dweamer hand and tested something. and, sure enough, a magical fire light at his fingertips.

Wow... I got something in a few hours rest that I could have never acheaved on my own...

In fact, he was so delighted, it took him a moment to relize that Dusk, too, needed a new arm like his. he stopped and looked at that hand, and it seemed all the memories of the pain, the awkwardness, the Shame... all came back to him. He truly at that moment pitied the young bosmer.

"I could make a mechanical hand for you, quite easily actually. Since you only have lost a hand, and I have loost an entire forearm and hand... less joints to work with, and also less metal. If someone can get me some materials, like metal and a soulgem and such, I could give you a hand like mine, Dusk." He replied.

OOC: Alright folks, here's the scoop. Kvatch Guardian contacted me recently. Apparently, he has been banned from this forum; he didn't specify why past mentions of video game piracy, so I have no clue WHY he was banned, but the fact is, the chap is banned.

Which means our creator is... poof. Gone. I have no idea if the ban is temporary or not; again he failed to specify, but I have asked him about it. He may, or may not, be able to return.

*don't kill the messenger!*

UPDATE: Kvatch answered my inquiry. he's banned till around April of 2010. So... this rp is officially FUBAR. Thank you all for coming.

Dang. I was wondering whether something like that had happened, since Kvatch hadn't posted in a week. Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted. :banghead:

And Kvatch, hope you'll come back around someday. You're a good game master.

OOC: Can't we like, set a reset point here, and continue with having Marcus as an NPC, and then, if Kvatch returns, he decides if he either liked the way we did it or returns to the reset pont?

OOC:That sounds like a good idea. But we'd have to run it by Kvatch. somehow. Or maybe he could pass control of Marcus onto one of us. (not me please.)

OOC: Kvatch contacted me outside of the forum about the plan, and he said that it would be too risky to have him still run the RP, by any means.

Or Marcus could randomly die and we continue on?

but, If we continue, who shall dm? i vote Giliboron. He has been esentially DMing for the entire Vaerminia part.

ditto.

Name: Donovan

Age: 21
Race: Nord
six: Male
Class: Sheograth Guardian
Scars/Tattoos: Black, arcane tribal tattoos cover his body, making his entire body one big enchantment, giving him amazing strength, smooth talking ability, but rather slow.
Height: 9'10
General Description: Brown haired,blue eyed, male, who was born in the shivering isles, and risen by sheograth. His mother had a terrible bipolar issue, and he sees and imagines people, saying hes not good enough, striving him to constantly work to be stronger. He Enjoys wrestling and fights hand to hand. He constantly strives to find something to bring the "original" Sheograth back, so he attempted to try cyrodil.

You can see from the dates that this has died. I am going to close it.