OOC: It seems you are too far in for me to join. Excuse my tardiness, but it seems there is really no way for me to squeeze in. Sorry.

Think it may be dead any ways :/ and theres still time, we're all practically still right in the entrance. >.<

It's not dead. I'm just stuck waiting for what to do. When you split up the group, you left us on our own but we have no idea what these rooms hold.

Actually I'm more talking about the other group, apart from Darkom there hasnt been a post for days after mine.

Probably a good idea to ask anyone who would be semi-active to join the group. We're not too far where it would make no sense for people to come in behind us.

ooc: Then Solidor post up what happens with those of us whom have posted

OOC sorry about the delay between posts, had a busy holiday

Guillaume watched the enigmatic Nord as the big man stared at the floor. The strange looking fellow stood out here, not only for his strange appearance which was, admittedly, anything but unique amongst the rather motley group of volunteers with which Guy had found himself saddled but for the confidence he radiated. The Nord had somehow managed to become the de facto leader of the group without saying a word, everyone just waited on his word. Finally the big fellow turned and began moving towards the stairs. Guy followed, noting with only a little surprise that yet another man had tagged along with the group, a second Breton even more unimposing the Guy himself; a difficult feat. Studying the fellow, Guy surmised that he was probably a mage and smirked to himself as something occurred to him;

A fighter, a priest, a mage and a bard, a complete party: All we miss is a thief...

Ahead of him, the Nord had stopped, before him was a black door, there were a few symbols above the door and the big man half turned to ask about them but stopped suddenly. Half a second later, Guy found out why.

I live off my own body, I am devoured with heat and light.
But with that in mind, I am also inclined, to rebuild myself In the darkest cold.
Without a dish to keep me safe, I may open the way.

Guy shivered, the voice had an almost wind-like quality to it and it felt as though it had blown all the heat from his body. The words seemed to insinuate themselves into his mind of their own accord and he murmured them under his breath as he watched the others enter into the misty green chamber beyond the door.

“Ghosts of past insanity
Leave no room for thought
Their screaming takes wing
With a last cacophony”

He followed them in, just in time to see the huge fiery inferno dissipate into the mouths of the freakish skeletal statues the lined the hall. Pushing himself away from the wall, Guy repeated the riddle. The words burned into his skull and the memory of the voice caused him to shiver again as he talked.

I live off my own body, I am devoured with heat and light.
But with that in mind, I am also inclined, to rebuild myself In the darkest cold.
Without a dish to keep me safe, I may open the way.

“The answer is surely the candle... do we knock it down?” Guy was thinking aloud, staring up at the tiny wick, it was certainly out of his reach... Additionally he felt wary of the room, given what had happened to the fireball, he worried as to what would happen if a person was to cross. He removed a piece of paper from his pack, knelt down and began to fold.

He stood up, slightly self consciously holding the paper dart his hand. Taking aim for the candle, he flicked the dart with what ha considered to be reasonable accuracy, murmuring as he turned back towards what, he had no doub would be incredulous stares from his companions he mumbled,

"Less dangerous than a fireball..."

OOC: Ok i've figured out a way to rejoin the two groups so the people actually still active can keep on moving. I've got some really good stuff planned and dont want to ruin it by dropping this RP. Although if nobody posts I may just re-make after the new year when things arent so hectic. Again I'm sorry for taking so long to post I've been mega busy with christmass around the corner, Typing it up now, I'll edit it in soon. I'll also PM the d00ds in te ice room to tell you what you find.


IC:





Ice Chamber



As the fire lights and licks at the surface of the ice covered wall the whole room seems to recoil from the heat; before your very eyes the solid wall's of ice all start to melt, draining away through grates and drains lining the edge of the room.

You see clearly now what the riddle had tried to tell you, around the room a number of mirrors are placed upon the walls -- angled slightly in different directions. As the condensation and last few droplets of water breaks the beam of light shining from the oil lantern glances across the surface of a mirror, then rebounds around the room before landing on a door.

The door dissolves into dust to reveal a small closet sized room with nothing more than a golden chain hanging down from the ceiling within. On the end of the chain you see a rough looking gold key, missing several gems that where once embedded into it.

Almerion, Fire chamber.




"The answer is surely the candle... do we knock it down?" the bard said behind Almerion, other than the vampire he seemed to be the only one with the nerve to talk. Before Almerion could reply he threw a folded piece of paper, which glided upwards toward the candle then dropped to the floor in a pile of smouldering ash as a jet of white hot fire shot from one of the skeletal statues mouth at the side of the room. "Less dangerous than a fireball..." He added as Almerion turned to look at him with an eye brow raised.

"No, I think we have to light it. The riddle says without a dish to keep me safe I may open the way. Maybe without a dish to catch the melted wax something will happen." Almerion muttered, taking a step forward onto the black tiled floors of the cavernous room. As soon as his foot landed smoke gushed from the mouths of the statues around the room. The piped leading into their heads shuddered violently.

Then the smoke began to take shape, humanoid figured glowed in front of them, ethereal spectres, ghosts, something. Almerion braced himself as they approached -- noting the glowing round object, the only solid object he could see within them, floating in their heads.

As they got closer Almerion swung out. His hand simply passed through the vapours and the spectre turned and walked into the wall -- dissipating in wisp of smoke before reforming again at the end of the room. With the sudden display of hostility on Almerions part the skeletal statues began shooting jets off fire across the room, effectively blocking their way to the candle.

He looked up and noticed the end of the pipes flashing around the candle and a realisation dawned upon him, but he'd have to test his theory first.

As a second spectre approached he calmly stood and waited, then reached out and took the orb from its head in his hand, with the lack of hostility and violence he was able to grasp it and remove it before the spectre vanished completely.

"I think we have to block the mouths of the statues and redirect the fire." He said to the group as he edged toward a statue, counting the seconds between each burst of fire. Then, when he was sure it was safe, he reached up and slid the orb into the mouth. For a moment it glowed bright orange then turned to liquid then solidified, forming a perfect seal where the hole once was. "Yes! This is it, help me block these holes!" Almerion added, elation rising in his chest in an uncharacteristic manner. He'd never had joy in solving puzzles before, but he thought he might need to develop a quick interest if he was to get any where in this Tower.

OOC: Eh, crap post, I just woke up. I'm going to be leaving the 26th, so if you need to control my guy you can. Thanks.


The Nordic vampire mounted the stairwell swiftly, as if there was no question that the others would follow him. Varber looked to his two new companions once more, finding the Breton simpering at him, his blue eyes sparkling with a silent joke.

Varber raised an eyebrow at the man's smile, and as if the expression had been his cue, the Breton turned towards the staircase, following the Nord with a faultless step. Varber glanced at the large warrior, and then quickly pursued the Breton, noticing for the first time the pale man's leather boots.

As he made his way up the stairs, Varber's mind began to wander, the pressing enclosures offering little to occupy his attentions. He conjured up the image of the Imperial's tattoo, the mystery still itching in the back of his mind, despite the alien surroundings. He compared the image to his repertoire of memorized symbols, searching for anything with black and blue squares surrounding a golden cross. He played with the problem, in his mind flipping through his father's library, until the group had reached the top of the stairs.

Ahead of him stood a painted wooden door, the glass above it carved in intricate symbols. Varber tried to read the language, but before he could translate so much as the first few glyphs the words began turning to Cyrodiilic, accompanied by a ghostly voice,

I live off my own body, I am devoured with heat and light.
But with that in mind, I am also inclined, to rebuild myself In the darkest cold.
Without a dish to keep me safe, I may open the way.

"What the?" The Nord said; confusion and a hint of fear evident in his voice.

Varber immediately began solving the riddle, such word plays were one of his favorite past times, 'Hmm? The first two lines obviously hint at some kind of candle. And the third refers to a candleholder, though opening the way remains a mystery.'

Before Varber could voice his opinions, the Nord opened the door, revealing the mysterious chamber beyond. Varber followed him and the Breton inside, his eyes scrutinizing the dark room. The walls and floor were made of solid black stone, frighteningly realistic skeletal statues lining the room, a strange pipe rising up from each one. The pipes ran up to the high ceiling, then turned away from the party, stretching towards a large silvery door, tall as the ceiling, mounted by a tiny candle.

'That would be the candle, then.' Varber thought, watching with dull interest as the Nord threw a small fireball across the room, towards the candle. As it neared the candle, however, the spell made an immediate one eighty, flying back towards the Nord, increasing in size as it went. The fireball quickly became a raging inferno, speeding towards the party at an alarming rate. Varber was sure the spell would kill the Nord, and perhaps him as well, thus it came as a great surprise when the fire split apart, changing direction as all the pieces were svcked up by the skeletal statues.

Directly in front of him, the Breton began repeating the riddle word for word, ending his recital with a question, "The answer is surely the candle. Do we knock it down?"

Varber looked at him curiously as he retrieved a piece of paper from his pack, folding it with deft hands until he held what appeared to be a dart. He stood, then after a brief pause threw the dart towards the candle.

"Less dangerous than a fireball." He muttered. Varber made a mental note to be wary of the man, he seemed to have? interesting methods, to say the least.

The Nord turned back towards the group, his words coming out muffled by the large room's acoustics, a deafening silence, "No, I think we have to light it. The riddle says without a dish to keep me safe I may open the way. Maybe without a dish to catch the melted wax something will happen."

'Reasonable,' Varber thought, 'Perhaps if we lit that strange Breton's darts instead of a wanton spell.'

Before Varber could voice his idea, the Nord took a single step into the dark, hazy room. As soon as he had, a loud rattling noise began emanating from the pipes, smoke pouring from the skeletal figure's open mouths. The smoke pooled on the floor, but quickly began taking shape into humanoid specters, a glowing orb floating within what appeared to be their heads.

Varber took a step forward, trying to study the wispy figures, but before he could begin to wonder what magic held them together, the Nord swiped at one of them. Varber was about to call out to the man, to protest his sudden action, but his words froze in his mouth when he saw large spurts of fire shoot from the statue's mouths, a virtual wall of flames.

Varber turned to the Nord once more, but found that the vampire had once more taken action without thought, holding one of the glowing orbs within his pale hand.

"I think we have to block the mouths of the statues and redirect the fire." He said, sliding along the wall towards the first statue, then inserted the orb between two bursts of fire.

The orb seemed to melt in the heat, and then formed a perfect seal as the mysterious substance cooled, "Yes! This is it, help me block these holes!"

Varber looked at him incredulously; the man seemed genuinely giddy that his idea had worked. He shrugged, supposing this was as good as any plan given the current circumstances, and swiped one of the orbs from a nearby smoky figure, taking time to study the glowing sphere before doing anything with it.

'Interesting,' He thought, eyeing the statue's fire burst with growing apprehension.

"Eh, no thanks." He said, handing the orb to the nearby Breton, then going back to studying the smoke figures.

Sryner had been silent for some time, allowing his khajiit companion to talk. The noble, while energetic to enter the tower, had apparently been far too frightened once he got inside and saw an active trap, and thus he remained behind. Sryner had apparently made a friend by default, this khajiit and him were stuck in this room together until they found what they needed. They were, after all, sent here for a reason.

"Jo'Rath... it's nice to meet you under such pleasant circumstances. My name is," Sryner paused, and thought back to what he was pondering before they entered the tower.

"My name is Isildius Vorytium. I'm a mercenary from the Sumurset Isles. Looks like I chose a great day for a vacation to the Imperial City."

Sryner hoped to lighten the mood. This was no vacation, rather a job. He only hoped that his companion would not see through the ruse.

"You are right, though," He said, while reaching back and grabbing a lantern and lighting it, "We must remove this ice."

Sryner lit the lantern, and walked slowly to the side of the room. He waved the lantern quickly against the frosted wall, allowing the flame to escape its confines and scorch the wall. In a sudden reaction with the flame, the entire wall lit up in fire for a brief moment, and the ice melted and drained into a metal grate in the floor. Sryner looked at Jo'Rath, puzzled, then scanned the room. There were many mirrors now in plain sight, apparently they were frozen behind the ice. Around the mirrors were doors among the wall, at least that's what it appeared to be. No way was visible to open them, as none had any handles or slots for a key to fill in. There was no way out.

Aside for right infront of it. The pillar of light shone from the center of the room once the mirrors cooled off, and it aimed directly forward, to a door across a shallow hallway. Sryner beckoned Jo'Rath to wait while he checked it out, and when he entered the next room, all he could see was a key hanging from a golden chain on the ceiling. He reached up, grabbing the chain and tugging down, but it was stuck. He pulled down hard, and drew his sword, slashing across the chain while doing so to break the chain at the point of contact. He took the little bit of the chain that was left, and tied it to his sash so the key hung from his waist.

"Jo'Rath," He said as he returned to the main room, "I've found what we needed. There's a key, but I don't know to what. There are no doors for it here. Let us return to the main room, where we may perhaps find another passage to reunite with the others."

All he could do was chuckle alittle, the khajiit warrior waited abit as the large imperial entered the room and hacked at the chain, "Would have been easier to remove they key instead of taking a chunk of the chain with it." he rubbed his head abit, his eyes examining the key from a distance. "Interesting.. probably would be useful upstairs anyway." he turned to head back to the main entrance "So..from summerset isles eh? And with that sword? I would think you to be more of a Legionnaire, Captain in rank or Higher..." he mused taking note of the extravagant weapon.