Private [LRM] Long Road To Markarth

[Dvalin]

At the same moment Largas feels a sting in his right forarm, and is suddenly overcome with nausia. His limbs go weak and he falls to the ground, his knee just barely missing assassin's first arrow, now sticking broken out of the earth. The cat weakly pulls his right gauntlet off (his hidaway for any trinkets he wishes to keep close by) and bloody shards of dark glass fall to the frozen dirt. The bottle of poison, must of broken when I shifted the weight of my cuirass. I need to get to the temple, this was more potent than I suspected.

 

[Derath_farseer]

"Largas?" He says in a worried tone before lifting him up and setting him on, gor'aths mount and rushes to bring him back to town, to bring him to a healer
(gtg for the night, just rp that im going with you to w.e, just dont make me do any thing big)

 

[Dvalin]

Largas awakes to a priest of Kynerath standing over him. His armor is removed and has been set neatly the corner. The Khajiit feels volnerable so parted with his defense, but relieved to find his daggers close under the bed. You had a nasty go last night cat...you're luck the orc hauled you in when he did. Largas attempts to speak but his mouth is dry, and only manages a rough pur. I've sent word to the inn for your orc companion that you'll be here for at least a week. He said he may be here or gone if fate requires, but he is sure you shall cross paths again. Largas closes his eyes and drifts back to sleep..

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

(You've done a lot)

The Alpha wakes up to the sound of a grindstone crunching against a metallic blade. He rubs his eyes ans sat up. He found out he wasn't in a city. But a bed of nails, underground in a cave lit by torches. everywhere he looked where forsworn throwing insults at him, hissing at him and sharpening their blades. I think I'm gonna die... Why the hell did Largas take an arrow to the bloody knee? I thought it wasn't physically possible.

 

[VultiSubito]

Anja, a full bodied Nord warrior pridefully forced open the gates of Whiterun. She jovially swung the sword of Saprius the Naughty through the air as she strode through the city. Suddenly she stopped walking and boastfully proclaimed "Saprius the Naughty, bandit king of Yustenvell has been slain! All yee that would choose to join me in celebrating this joyous victory, make your way to the Bannered Mare post haste!" A handful of Nords turned to see what all the commotion was about, but immediately returned to whatever they were doing. Unfazed by the disinterest, Anja arrogantly ascended the steps to the Bannered Mare and burst through the doors.

The Nord warrior scanns the room upon entering. "Two armor clad Nords and a Bard! Excelent! Saadia, drinks for everyone!" She walks to the counter and drops a purse of Septims infront of Hulda. She then turns around to face the patrons once more. Immediately, Anja notices a new denizen, one that she had previously not seen. It is an Argonian, and one that had enough audacity to be snoozing in the corner of the inn.

"Of all the...!" Anja blurts out as she angrily storms toward Itch-Tha. She pulls the Argonian out of his chair and throws him onto the floor. She points Saprius' sword toward the Argonian's neck.

"Ungh...?" Itch-Tha blurts out as he falls onto the floor. "What do you think you're doing here, Lizard?! This land belongs to the Nords! We don't need your kind free loading off of our Inns. If you want to sleep, buy a room! It's that simple!"

Itch-Tha, in a way that can only be perceived as calmly, looks at the proud Nord warrior. He then takes a moment to regain his bearings. "Angry Nord lady...warm fire...the scent of mead in the air...The Bannered Mare. I'm still in the Bannered Mare!" Itch-tha thought. "But where is that Orc, and Kajiit, and the Elf faced man..."

"Enough staring, Lizard!" Anja commanded. "I will have your hea-" Anja is cut off by Saprius' sword being kicked from her hand. Itch-Tha jumps to his feet and with the same stoic facial expression exclaims "How could I possibly have nodded off?" his voice filled with frustration. Itch-Tha runs at the door, and disappears from the room with absolute swiftness.

Anja sneers turns back to the Inn patrons, yelling "I said...Drinks for everyone!"

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

The Alpha looks at the Forsworn briarheart. Hey buddy! Long time no see? The forsworn growls. You have unleashed the terror known as the Daedra Dragon upon our people. You will now forfeit your life! The forsworn chant with excitement. I love you too Buddy

 

[Derath_farseer]

-Back at whiterun-
Gor'ath walks towards the Bannered Mate after leaving Largas with the towns healers, As he makes his way to the tavern a few of the townsfolk turn to look at him, With his armor glimmering slightly in the sunlight, But as hes about to open the tavern doors Itch-tha bursts through bumping into Gor'ath
"Itch-tha?" He says in a surprised tone then offers a hand to help him up.
"Well I didn't think I would run into you again" He says with a grunt "I fear my trip was cut short and I'm back looking for able bodied men, my offer is still open if you make up your mind to join us this time" He then over hears the yelling coming from inside.
"Come, let me buy us a few drinks" He says wile shoving the door open and walks to the table at the far end of the bar, with Itch-tha behind him. He takes a seat facing towards itch-tha and away from the rest of the inn and waves a serving wench over.
"A couple bottles of mead"
To itch-tha "Now tell me why didn't you show up at the stables I thought my offer was generous"

 

[VultiSubito]

Itch-Tha was unsurprisingly surprised to find himself once again on the ground, this time outside the Mare.
"Itch-tha?" the steadfast Orc questioned as he pulled the Argonian from the ground. "Well I didn't think I would run into you again."

"Gor'ath? I was sure that you were halfway to Markarth by now." Itch-tha hissed. "I fear my trip was cut short and I'm back looking for able bodied men. My offer is still open if you make up your mind to join us this time. Come, let's buy a few drinks." Itch-tha gives off the slightest hint of a shrug and follows the orc back into the mare.

"Now, tell me why you didn't show up at the stables. I though my offer was generous."

"I'm afraid that I fell asleep here in the mare just after the three of you left." An moment passes, and then Itch-tha's lips are forced into a frown, and his eyes awkwardly look to the table. If there were another Argonian in the room, he might notice the look of pride on Itch-tha's face over his self assumed mastery of frowning. "Just moments ago I woke up on the floor. An angry Nord lady was trying to cut my throat. As soon as I got my bearings, I rushed out the door hoping to catch up. If I had known that a lumbering Orc was waiting to knock me on my tail, I might not have been so hasty" Itch-tha laughs. "Say, what happened to the Kajiit, and elf face?"

 

[Derath_farseer]

"Largas, the kajiit I fear won't be able to come with us, We where ambushed on our way to markarth hes with the priests now being treated for poison" He says then takes a swig of his drink, "And the elf is waiting by the stables"
"But you mentioned this nord woman?" He turns in his seat and looks at her and points "That her, the one swinging that sword around as if it was a toy?" He takes another swig and turns back around

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

The Alpha hears his sword. it is crying.He looks around and sees a forsworn trying it on and fighting other people. The Alpha cries in a demonic voice GET OFF HIM! The Alpha breaks his bindings and throws the bed of nails against the side. The Alpha kicks the nearest one in the face, breaks another's neck, and punches another to oblivion. He turns around and sees the bastard with his sword approaching him. He cast a spell which turned his hand red and drove the forsworn into madness. The forsworn ended up turning to dust. The Alpha's eyes grew red with cracks down the side of his face. His sword pulsated faster with more red, he spoke four words, made an arch with his sword and blew the cave to kingdom come. all that stood there was The Alpha. His eyes turned to normal and his sword stopped pulsating. The Alpha slumped to the floor unconscious.

 

[Derath_farseer]

((beep what happend where are you?

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

(ooc for out of character comments derath. and as i said a long time ago. I was captured by the forsworn when largos got poisoned)

 

[VultiSubito]

Like all the denizens of the Battered Mare, Anja heard the door open and close, but she was too busy recounting her tale of Saprius the Naughty to pay any mind to the returning visitors.

"Saprius surly was a tricky devil. As I flew at him, arrows whizzing past my ears, I saw him draw a sword soaked in a vile liquid. I knew it had to be poison, so I ended my charge before he could stick me, just to be safe." Anja smiled, this was her favorite part. "I raised my shield, and charged the swine, making sure to knock his sword hand out of the way with my shield before using my own sword to stab him through the gut." Anja stood triumphantly, and then imitated her shield bash and sword stab.

"That her? The one swinging the sword around as if it were a toy?" Gor'ath asked through a mouth full of mead. "Yes, but don't worry. She's mostly harmless." The Argonian's words shot through the air like an arrow made of ice, puncturing Anja's heart through her back.

Anja's head turned, and a look of absolute distaste befell her as she saw that Itch-tha had returned to the inn just seconds after being chased out. "You have a lot of nerve lizard!" She yelled out as she threw here sword and shield to the ground and charged the sitting Argonian, fists raised. In the long moment that it took for Anja to fly across the Inn, Itch'tha took a swig of mead. The argonian closed his eyes, and almost looked as though he winced as the Nord threw an overhead punch to the Argonian's face. The the force of Anja's punch was redirected by the arc of Itch-tha's head, and the Nord stumbled forward off balance. After a brief second, Itch-tha rose from his chair. In one swift motion, he put his right hand on Anja's back and pushed her down.

Anja bounced off the the table and onto the floor, knocking the arrangement of food, plates, and drink into the air. "You've obviously never fought an Argonian before" Itch-tha scoffed. "Let's go Gor'ath, this Inn has nothing but fools."



((By the way beepbeep, according to the rules, our story is taking place before the dragon crisis occurs. You may want to rethink your character's back story. Maybe just use a powerful Daedra instead of a daedra dragon? up to you.))

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

(when I did that post I didn't know the rules. I'm keeping with the Daedra Dragon but making it so that Oblivion is the first in the chain then Tamriel's dragons return. and also, why are you controlling three characters at once?)

Th Alpha awoke with a stretch. He clapped his lips together and yawned. He looked around at the damage. all the forsworn were on the floor with a giant crater in the roof of the cave. He raises a eyebrow and sat up. He listened out for any voices in his head... Nada. He smiled, picked his sword up and climbed through the massive hole. He licked his fingers and tested the wind. He pointed in the direction of whiterun and headed that way.

 

[Derath_farseer]

((He isn't controlling three characters, hes rearranging what i say for it to sound better in the rp which i think is brilliant, and the nord=yellow is just an npc to add tot he story, and the green is his char))

 

[Derath_farseer]

He shoots a mocking grin at the nord woman and stands up to leave the tavern
"I need to head to the forge care before we head out" He says wile opening the tavern door and walking out side
I'm convinced i could use you on my trip,I wont take no for an answer" He looks over itchas gear (What kind of bow do you have) as they make their way to the blacksmith turns and talks to the smith buying a few items and selling some of his own

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

(Ok thanks for clearing that up then)

The Alpha enters whiterun and looks around to find the inn. He locates it ad heads off in that direction, He opens the tavern doors and heads inside. He exclaims " guess who... thats right I'm back! Who's first?" He cracks his knuckles

 

[Derath_farseer]

-Whiterun-
He bumps into alpha wile hes heading to the tavern "Alpha, I found our lizard, We're going to be heading out again, get a drink maybe some thing to eat before we go" he goes back to walking to the smith with itcha

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

(Im going to bed now, control my character but as a funny loner with darkside.)

"Whatever... Ill meet you by the stables in an hour. And did you not see that amazing explosion?"

 

[VultiSubito]

"I need to head to the forge care before we head out?" Gor'ath says while opening the door to the Battered Mare. "I'm convinced that I could use you on my trip. I won't take no for an answer." The orc proclaims while looking over Itch-tha's patchwork leather armor, and rickety hunting bow."How could possibly I say no to a big strong Orc escort half the way to Solitude?" Itch-tha says warmly as they descend the stone staircase and make their way to the forge next to the gates of white run.

Suddenly the Alpha bursts through the gates, and begins his jaunt toward he tavern, but is cut off by Gor'ath.

"Alpha, I've found our lizard." Itch-tha forces his practiced smile. "We're heading out again, get a drink and maybe something to eat before we go."

"Whatever...I'll meet you by the stables in an hour. And did you not see that amazing explosion?"

"I'm afraid not. We've been...occupied." Itch-tha says with a laugh.

The Alpha continues up to the Battered Mare while Gor'ath and Itch-tha head down to the forge, where Gor'ath does some bartering with the forge master.