The Cave : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Thu May 26, 2011 10:06 pm

OOC: What, five minutes in and were getting corpses and sanity loss? In the Cthulu game we had to wait weeks for our first corpse.

IC: "Sure, that's exactly it." Mick waved his hand at the man. He stopped for a second, giving the corpse a quick look. He then turned back to the main of the group, then towards the dark hall where the two girls had ran. Odds and ends gaggle of freaks here with a body stuck against the wall, or two lovely ladies in a dark room?

"Well... I'd love to stay and chat, but I opt to those two." He said, pointing a finger at himself, his other hand pointing down the hall. He jogged after them, "Ladies, wait for me!"

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:58 am

The skeleton had made Reem jump, he wasn't a stranger to death, he'd been around with a few other parties over the past couple of years, but it hadn't lost its effect just yet. He shuddered slightly as the bugs crawled out of the skull, away from the light, ignoring the comical reaction of the Imperial and stared off after the two women.

Alright we've been milling around the entrance long enough to trigger any traps that might be here, those two though, they're looking for trouble. Then again, judging by the prat doing the tough guy act I might be more hlp over here...

It didn't take Reem long to come to a decision, it would be dangerous to follow the girls, though somebody had gone already, Three of them should be alright he raised his hand and said over his shoulder, "close your eyes" following his own advice Reem concentrated on the ball of energy he was forming in his hand. The glow increased to the point where the light shone through his eyelids, Reem opened his eyes, still looking slightly away so as not to blind himself and fired the orb down after the girls, illuminating their path, something they seemed to have forgotten to do themselves. Hopefully the ball would collide with the back wall or the roof and give them all light for a minute or two, Reem didn't want to be surprised by anything more deadly than that kwarma.

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:24 am

"You know what, forget what I said about the daedroth, THAT was overkill," Alister said after watching the Breton girl torch the little Kwama forager. As he looked at the charred corpse, he felt like laughing, then he remembered that, as a healer, he was supposed to disapprove of such violence. After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to give the girl a disapproving look to show this, only to find her running down the hallway with the Khajit girl going after her.

Instead, he found himself staring at a corpse. Surprisingly, it didn't bother him. After all, he had seen a skull in his master's study, so no shock there. And as for the bugs, he actually liked them. He remembered the pet spider he had had as a child. He smiled for a moment as the pleasant memory came back to him, only to be replaced by a frown when he remembered that it had somehow gotten out of it's cage and was promptly stepped on by his father.

He took a few moments to say a short prayer for the corpse before running off after the now three people. After all, what kind of team healer would I be to just let a bunch of people run off into the darkness. I mean, what if one of them got hurt and I wasn't around to help? Can't have that happen, no sir. Those guys at the cave mouth can take care of themselves I think.

» Thu May 26, 2011 11:56 pm

Festus looked at the disbanding group with disdain . "idiots" , he mumbled rubbing the hilt of his blade and delighting himself in sweet smell the smoke of his imported high-rock tobacco gave off . He became even more irritated when he found out he would now have to make a decision as to which group he should follow .

Hmmm , stick here with this lot . Or go off running into the darkness with a crazy lady who enjoys overkill , a wussy young healer , and a crazy ass half dunmer-khajiit thing? I sure as hell know where Im going , and thats nowhere . Plus that Mick guy seems an ass He thought to himself . He would much rather take his chances with more responsible people rather than inexperienced adventurer's who don't know the importance of sticking together .

"Im staying with you guys" he shrugged to the group staying at the mouth of the cave . "Looks like we'll be okay as long as we stick together...unlike those folks" He sneered , jabbing a thumb in the direction of the figures quickly dissipating into the darkness . He saw an aura of experience within the group he chose , and he liked the Altmer conjurer very much .... a summoned Ogrim wouldn't hurt should anything go wrong .

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:11 am

OOC: Ah damn, teaches me to sleep in.

Name: Falco Jucanis
Nickname: Just Falco
Race: Imperial
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Warrior

Focus: Combat
Main skills: Blade, Block, Athletics, Heavy Armour, hand-to-hand
Other skills: N/a
Class: Warrior - Unafraid of light weaponry, they plow into the fray with little regard for injury. Masters of all melee tools, they put little faith in the magical arts. Warriors are the professional men-at-arms, soldiers, mercenaries, and adventurers of the Empire, trained with various weapons and armor styles, conditioned by long marches, and hardened by ambush, skirmish, and battle.

General appearance: His face is hardened by years of fighting and violence, and his nose has clearly been broken a few times. His blue eyes are the only aspect of his features that could be deemed pretty, if you will, as the rest of his face is rough and weary looking despite his relatively young age. His brow shows signs of wrinkles and several small scars while there are several more on his cheeks where his high cheekbones are visible. His body is in good condition and he looks fit and athletic.

Hair: Short and brown, wears it messy and doesn't wash it often.
Eye Colour: Clear blue
Height: 6'1
Tattoos/Scars: Several small ones on his face, three large ones on his back that are slashed across.

Mental Description: Fiery describes him best, as he is always ready for a fight. When he gets along with someone, he is not a bad guy to be around, and has a good sense of humour. He enjoys a good meal, and fancies his chances in most battles. Often reckless, but he never goes looking for a fight unless someone gets on his bad side.

Primary weapon: Steel longsword
Secondary weapon: Fists
Clothing/Armour mostly worn: Despite knowing how to wear most armours efficiently, he wears normal clothing, a loosely knit shirt with beige trousers that fit him loosely, they look worn and old.
Clothing/Armour least worn: N/a

Inventory: A small pouch with enough money to buy a decent meal or two, and a small hunters knife.
Misc: N/a

Bio: He was born into a rough neighbourhood, and grew up fighting. He never got as good an education as he could of got, as he is naturally reasonably intelligent, but his behaviour stopped him from ever getting decent schooling. His parents grew tired of him, and he left home at the age of 16. He has made a name for himself in bars and some underground clubs, where his fighting ability gets him enough money to survive. He stays in inns most of the time, and never really gets close to many people, most of his life has been spent fighting.

Sanity: 85%

Falco would have gone with the ladies, but there were a couple of others going already; and he couldn't quite be bothered to run after them.

This place wasn't so bad, he thought, realising that at that very moment he was probably jinxing himself to either be mentally scarred or brutally murdered in the next few minutes, a small cold smile spread over his lips as the dark thought left his mind.

"So, what now then." He said to the group he had stayed with, looking each one over quickly. "All though some have already run off into darkness, I think we should follow them, albeit in a more orderly fashion. We can't just sit here waiting for something to happen."

» Thu May 26, 2011 7:41 pm

Jo'Shari grunted as he stepped in. He easily accomadated to the dark, his khajiit eyes seeing very well in the blackness of it. He walked forward, slipping on his spiked knuckles as he did so. He walked around, quickly finding the rest of the group. Some of them appeared startled. He saw a skeleton covered with insects. Jo'Shari chuckled, "Are the kittens frightened by a couple of bugs and dead people? Hah, Jo'Shari can see your fright even without a torch or a light spell. Jo'Shari has cat's eyes. Much better then smoothskin eyes." Jo'Shari turned back and looked at the entrance, waiting for others to come.

OOC: Find out what I just referenced in my dialogue, and you win one internet.

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:58 am

OOC: Ugh this is what happens when one sleeps a day away with strep throat.

Name: Largash Lumbak
Race: Orsimer
Gender: Male
Age: 26

General Appearance: This big Orc looks like some thug the local gang might send out as an enforcer but in reality he is a simple mage. He is large even for an orc and has dark olive green skin. He has ritualistic tattoos of blue energy running along his arm veins in tribute to Magus and wears a heavy curiass of iron over his blue robes
Height:6'6"
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Light brown

Skills: Telekinesis, Pyromancy, and a fair bit of gathered local knowledge

Weapons: Small Iron handaxe strapped to leg
Armor:Battered Iron Curiass.
Other Equipment: A few Magicka regeneration potions, a sack of guar jerky, and a single strong healing potion

Personality: Largash is a quite professional. He is simply there to do his job and dislikes socializing with his fellow adventurers outside of battle. Although he tries not to let his heritage's berserking tendencies take hold he does sometimes find himself going overboard especially with difficult pyromancy

Short Biography: Largash was born in the Vivec Foreign Quarter and raised in the orphanage there. He showed a talent for the arcane and was quickly within the ranks of the Mages Guild, other mages calling him an abomination and barbarian because of his race he soon quit and decided to live out his life as a wandering hedge mage finding Magus's remnants throughout the world.

Sanity:100%
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IC: Largash who has up until this point been as silent as corpse on this expedition finally lets out a grunt of surprise at the rotting skeleton.
Not even the gargantuan Ogrim ripping apart a perfectly crafted entryway had phased him as much as this.
"Ach, this poor littler cavern must be home to some death-cultists or some other queer practitioners."

Largash snaps his thumb and middle finger to instantly set the skeleton ablaze.

"We really shouldn't make a damn habit of leaving strange looking dead things behind us in a place like this."

Absentmindedly Largash looks at the amusing group scurrying off into the darkness, what kind of green adventurers were they? It's probably a few scavenging rats. But if it did turn out to be some kind of horror....

The pyromancer was glad to be with two bigger monsters just in case.

» Thu May 26, 2011 10:23 pm

Lets see... *takes a moment to see what everyone has done* Okay, I think I have everything in order. Lets see how much trouble you all just got yourselves into...

Perenne and Karst run deeper into the cavern. As they run, Karst suddenly trips over something. Hitting the ground, she rolls over and sees the faint outline of several creatures in the darkness. The creatures prompty hiss and growl at Perenne and Karst, just as Mick and Alister run up to join them.

Suddenly, an almight flash of vivid light explodes through the cave, courtesy of Reem. The ball of illumination tears through the air, and streaks down the length of the cave - it doesn't hit a wall for nearly two hundred feet.

And what does it reveal?

Perenne, Karst, Mick, and Alister have a trio of cave rats to deal with. The creatures have matted fur, jagged yellow teeth, and sunken eyes. They have been starving for food for quite soom time it would seem, and they've already chewed apart the burnt Kwama, judging from the scraps of charred meat scattered about the immediate area. One of them hisses and lunges at Karst, who is still on the ground. The other two growl and jump up at Mick and Alister, respectively, going for the throat.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the cave, those who haven't been blinded by Reem's lightshow see two things:

-The others are having some rodent issues. Serious rodent issues...

-There are several other skeletons strewn about the mouth of the cave. Two are pinned with rusted swords to the wall opposite of the one you already found, and a few charred bones scattered over to one side of the doorway indicate somebody was burned to death. Judging from the varying bone structures and body types, the corpses belonged to a mixed group - probably another band of adventurers like yourselves, who ran into a rather nasty spot of trouble.

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:48 am

OOC: I'm assuming danger means I can react now.

Perenne almost went running right past Karst and the others' spot of trouble without stopping, squirming inside from the crawling, itching feeling that was covering her arms, her back, her face, her scalp, every part of her body. She felt like she just wanted to start scratching, and scratching, and scratching, until she tore her skin from her body, hopefully getting rid of the insects that she felt were crawling all over her. Ugh, it was a disgusting feeling! She hated, hated, hated bugs!

But, when the hiss sounded, and the light went sailing past her, Perenne managed to force her legs to lock, swaying for a moment in place before turning back to try and see just what it was that had gone wrong. The sight that confronted her nearly sent her running again, as she allowed her gaze to fall upon three very angry, very dingy, and very hungry rats. "EWWW! I HATE RATS EVEN MORE!" She cried, shivering. Ugh, such disgusting creatures! She had once been playing near a storm grate when she was a child, simply enjoying herself, and had gotten bit by one of the cursed things. It had had some kind of rabies in it, and she had nearly been killed by that disease... Foul creatures, plague-carriers all of them!

Instinctively, she raised her hands, tilting her gaze away from them as they began to glow brightly, though not with a Light spell. No, rather than fire, Perenne had decided that lightning was the order of the day, hurling hastily aimed Shock spells at the rats that were near her. Luckily for Karst, probably, the nearest one to her was the one that was attacking the poor girl that had come running after her, so it was the first to receive the volleys of crackling energy.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:23 am

Electricity courses through the rat's body. It lets loose a horrified squeel as it hits the ground and starts to convulse uncontrollably. Bolts of energy and sparks crackle through its flesh, and it begins to foam at the mouth as it is wracked by a siezure caused by irregular electrical muscle impulses. Finally, the spell wears off, it twitches twice, and ceases to breathe. Smoke rises from it, and a few final sparks crackle off of its fangs.

That rat is quite dead.

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:11 am

Jo'Shari ran up to the group. He sniffed the air, inhaling a full whiff of roasted rat. He growled at Perenne, completely ignoring the others as they struggled with the rats. "What is the matter with you?! Why must you waste your magicka on frivolous things? Save it for later when we need it, not on a cave rat that can be stomped to death." Jo'Shari stood around for a little while before calming down and saying, "Jo'Shari'll wait for you guys to be done."

» Thu May 26, 2011 9:19 pm

ooc: Seeing as Karst's usually very agile and aware, I'm gonna have to tweak this a tad.. Don't worry, she still ends up on her back with rodents in her face. :hehe:

ic: Running after Perenne, she is so focused on catching the girl before something gets to her first that she fails watch her footfalls like she usually does. Her toe catches something her other leg is already lifting for another stride and there is nothing she can do, even as a cat, to save herself from going down. A vibrant curse is yelled from her lips and her hands hit dirt, pushing her off into what would have been a somersault back into a crouched position, were it not for her pack's weight. She fails and falls with a thud on the cave dirt. Until the rats appeared, her only concern was whether or not her stuff was okay.

"Uhhg.. Mother of god." she muttered, then looked up as Perenne exploded a rat next to her. Blinking in the light of the light spell and the lightning, she groaned and pushed herself up. An arching of her back produced a series of cracks in her back and she sighed in relief. Once she'd cracked her back, Karst walked over to Perenne and put a hand on her shoulder, staring sternly into her eyes like a mother chastising its child for taking a sweetroll from a stranger.

"Girlie, you're gonna get yourself killed doing that. Stick. Together." she put heavy emphasis on the last words individually, her eyes narrowed and crimson eyebrows tilted in. Letting go, she relaxed and turned away to look around. "Unless you want to end up another bug-infested skull on the wall."

EDIT: You're killin' me, Lycan. You're killin' me.

EDIT2: Quick edits make for glaring typos. ><

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:47 am

OOC: Actually, Perenne friend the one that was about to bite you. The other two are after the other people...

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:40 am

Falco actually smiled once again at the size of the opponents they were dealing with here, he didn't even draw his sword as he walked forward in all his understated and under equipped glory, actually, strutting is probably a better word. He even had the audacity to yawn as he approached the fight between rat and people. With a slightly mischievous smile, he whistled in a 'twut-twoo' style as a flash of lightning destroyed a rat.

Keeping one eye on the rats as not to be embarrassingly surprised, Falco nonetheless began to have a quick look at their surroundings in this cave. To say he had come with such high expectations, he had been quite disappointed on the entrance.

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:24 am

-Kurrian loses 1 Sanity Point upon realizing that he's working with a bunch of maniacs, and they will probably kill him at some point either on accident or otherwise.

OOC:

IC: Auriel's [censored] pile, these guys are unbelievable. She's scared and she runs INTO the darkness?! Kurrian thought, looking into the cavern as the others began to move in, and he slowly edged his way inside as well.

There was a flash of white as Reem cast her spell, and it revealed the cavern hallway, all hundred feet or so of it, to the members of the entrance brigade. Kurrian tensed visibly at what he saw, gritting his teeth and grasping his staff tightly. Skeletons. Bug-ridden skeletons, a band's worth of them, two pinned to a wall by their own swords likely. Kurrian went pale gold.

He wasn't scared; not of the skeletons at least. He was scared of what they represented. Forcing himself to look ahead, his eyes fell upon the rat-fight occurring in a massive room, and he raised one eyebrow, stepping slowly forward. His scholarly curiosity was piqued, and he held his staff in front of him, ready to use it if he had to.

Of course, he stopped just short of actually ENTERING the room, stiff as a board. "Festus, you first." He muttered, eyes darting around him. Why... why would rats be here, and nothing else? Rats can't cause that kind of death. There's gotta be something in the shadows. Dammit, why couldn't I just make LIGHT?!

» Fri May 27, 2011 3:31 am

It took Reem a few seconds before he could examin the effects of his work, despite being the caster he'd managed to blind himself and was rapidly blinking to get rid of the after images. Finally he was able to see, staring down the hall as a flash of lightening fried one of the rats assailing the group who'd run forwards. For the moment Reem ignored them, judging the combatants safe, if they weren't, they really shouldn't be here. His attention was grabbed by a crunch as he stepped on something, bending down he picked up the charred bone fragment, turning it over, knowing that he was looking at the bone of a predecssor in his profession.

Looking up he took in the rest of the skeletons. [censored], it must have been something pretty powerful to take this lot out... I wonder if its still in there

He pocketed the bone fragment, he felt some fellow feeling for the charred adventurer and, in a twisted form of sentiment felt that it would be right for him to have, at least part of the adventurer complete his original mission, before a proper burial outside.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:01 am

OOC: Tell me if this is no good. I've had a long day, my brain isn't functioning well, and I really need a cup of coffee. I'll edit it if there's anything you find wrong with it.

When Alister ran up to find the two girls and heard the growls, he began to back up and started to summon a scamp. The ground in front of him glowed for a moment as the scamp appeared from Oblivion. The first thing it did was look back at it's master in curiosity, just in time for the flash of light to momentarily blind him. He stumbled and fell on his back as the rat leaped, only now there was a bewildered and somewhat weak looking scamp in the way. It swung with it's right claw at the flying rat, hoping to swat it away.

Alister, for his part, was too busy worrying about the pain in the back of his head to pay attention to the creature he had just summoned. So much for this being easy. I really just ought to find a nice peaceful village and retire. It's never too soon to retire. But then what would master say. Ah well, I'll just have to get over it.

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:08 am

OOC: I'll allow it...

The rat latches onto the scamps wrist, and the Deadra begins to swing its arm wildly, flailing the rat to and fro.

Meanwhile, Reem notices a ring on the ground beside where the bone was. Upon further inspection, he discovers that it is a ruby ring - there is a name inscribed on the inside in flowing script: "Elena"

» Fri May 27, 2011 11:20 am

Mick skidded to a stop when he reached the two women, offering a barely uttered greeting when he stopped dead, looking at the rats. He hated rats. They were all small little demons, that always seemed to know who and when to kill. He stood staring at the rodents for what seemed like an eternity before one of them lunged at him.

Mick offered the only resistance he could: He threw his arms up to protect his neck and face.

» Thu May 26, 2011 10:44 pm

"Festus, you first." Kurrian had said .

Festus turned his head towards the Altmer with an expression of great worry , he might not of spoken but there were no words needed for anyone to understand what he was saying .

Are you MAD?!?!

The cyncial Imperial regained his composure , giving a sharp nod to the Altmer . "Errr , sure" he said in a shrill tone . He took a massive puff of his pipe , and , drawing his sword , ran into the flurry of the fight . H charged towards a scurrying rat , its beady black eyes staring at him as its fearsome and grotesque maw opened up to reveal a array of unclean and disgusting yellow fangs .

Festus drew forth a mighty kick , booting the vermin right in its stomach and sending it into the air . No sooner had the rat flown into the air has festus plunged it sword into the creature , pinning it against the wall....but it was still alive . he had missed the vital organs of the creature and merely nailed the sword in its forearm , and now it was angrier.

It twisted and writhed in horrible contortions in a mad rush of pain and anger . Fetsus couldnt loosen his grip on the sword as he knew the rat would easily latch itself to his throat and tear out his jugular if he eased up in the slightest .

"Hell! Somebody kill this thing for me!" He tried to yell over all the commotion .

OOC : I hope this isn't too bad . You can decide if Festus gets bitten or not Lycan

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:40 am

The scamp flung the rat about, but it refused to let go, it's teeth digging deep into the poor creature's wrist. The scamp cried out in pain and frustration and charged a small fireball in it's left hand. It flung it's hand forward, at the same time swinging it's right arm in the same direction, hoping that the fireball would hit the rat instead of it's own arm.

Meanwhile, Alister rose from the ground and actually burst out laughing at the sight of the scamp and the rat. He knew that the scamp was in pain and that he shouldn't laugh, but the sight was simply too comical for him to ignore. He quickly regained his composure though, and looked in concern at the scamp. Even if it wasn't human, it was still living, and he didn't want it to be hurt too badly. He felt the same way about the starved rats, but since they were trying to kill him and all, he could easily put thoughts of pity out of his mind.

» Fri May 27, 2011 4:03 am

OOC cursed rings don't come this early in quests... do they?

Reem looked around him as the rest of the party began to move ahead, such a panic over a few small cave rats, what are we going to do when we actually come up against something that can cause us real harm?

"Hell! Somebody kill this thing for me!"

He heard Festus cry out but he was far too far away to hit the rat, or at least to do it without hitting Festus. Still, he should probably make his way over, just incase. He looked down at the charred bones one last time, a small gleam caught his eye. He went down again, scrabbling on hands as knees, to unearth a ring. It looked expensive and Reem smiled at the first bit of treasure found on their venture. The ring was gold, a thin circle with a small ruby set into it, on the inside, and inscription Elena suddenly he didn't feel so happy about his loot. Staring down at the charred bones he wondered whether it was part of Elena in his pocket right now.

Again he felt that link, that macarbre sense of common feeling with Elena, By the Nine now I'm naming her? Thats just nuts, I don't even know if the bone and the ring are from the same person!
Reem stared again at the ring, he slipped it on, turned and drew a javelin, as he set off to help mop up the rats.

» Thu May 26, 2011 8:40 pm

Jo'Shari growled in rage. "What is taking you so long to kill rats? Must Jo'Shari kill them for you?!" Jo'Shari walked up to the scamp which was flailing about with a rat. Jo"Shari stepped out of the way of one of it's flails and quickly ran up to it. He grabbed the rat, pulling it off the scamp. About a second later he grabbed it by the head, twisting it to the right while keeping his hands away from the angry rodent.

» Fri May 27, 2011 6:26 am

OOC: Heh heh... Lemme point out something. Certain actions have to be determined by me. Like Atomics punting of the rat and impaling it to the wall -- I'm only allowing that because it was cool. :lol:

You can say that you want to try and grab the rat, but I'm the one who decides if your reflex allow you to grab the flailing rodent. Besides, it just got fireballed by the scamp. XD

The rat that Festus has pinned to the wall is squeeking and growling as fiercely as possible for a rodent. The blade begins to cut through its flesh - soon gravity will do the rest of the work, and the creature will be free - albiet armless - unless somebody finishes it fast.

Meanwhile, Alister's scamp is having better luck with its rat. It simply holds up the rat on its arm, and blasts it point blank with a fireball spell. The rat instantly lets go as it burst into flames - only to be grabbed by Jo'Shari, who now has his hands on a burning rat for some reason.

» Fri May 27, 2011 9:15 am

OOC: hey Lycan 01 this is a good story