Private Oblivion Falls on Skyrim [OFS]

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

Venator cocked an arrow on his new bow and took aim at the bastard who started all this. Briefly praying, he allowed the Hunt to fill him and let his arrow fly straight and true at the back of the man's head. It struck, and caused him to stumble a step forward, but Venator doubted that he actually caused any damage. "Hey, you daedra worshiping freak! Why don't you finish what you started and come kill me!" and with that, Venator took off behind Warmaiden's hoping that someone would take advantage of the man's distraction. He began to double towards the bannered mare to find the rest of the group while keeping an eye on anywhere the man could appear.

 

[The_Deadliest_Troll]

The air just outside the door was thick with a fog of evil. Andre shuddered and tried to get his bearings. The chaos of it was overwhelming. Screams rang out from every direction and Andre's blood boiled. "Now what is this?" Andre questioned himself. Then a familiar smell of mead and rotten cheese filled his nostrils, "Ah that hooded bastard from before is here." Andre smirked and remembered floating wickedly, inches from the ground, "I believe my spear has an appointment with his internal organs."

His vengeful thoughts were interrupted by crackling sounds. Dremora warriors were appearing out of what seemed like thin air. The sounds of terror and the citizens of Whiterun fleeing for their lives distracted Andre for a bit. He was brought back to focus by a cry for help. It sounded a bit like a little girl. One of the Dremora had grabbed Nazeem and was trying to rip his head off of his shoulders. "Damn, I never really liked him much," Andre scoffed, "but I can't stand by and allow this to happen."

Andre let his spear fly and struck the demon in its shoulder, drawing its attention. The beast dropped an unconscious Nazeem to the ground. "Here, demon... good demon," Andre taunted it as he prepared himself for a fight. He noticed that Venator and Sk'Raazda had also arrived in the market-place to join the fray, "Sk'Raazda, Venator! Protect the citizens first!"

 

[Sal the dragontamer]

Faleon reached for his bow and realized it wasnt there,DAMN he thought.He looked around for a weapon but all he found was a leg bone from a goat.He picked it up and looked for an enemy.He found one that had just killed a guard who had put up a good fight.He charged in and hit the thing in the back of the head.

The thing turned slowly and growled.Faleon raised the bone and said "Come get some you ugly milk drinker!".He hit him upside the head and then ran for his life towards the guard shack.He slammed the door in the things face and put a chair up against it.He turned and found a bow and about 20 arrows he picked them up and slung them on his back.He kept looking and came across an iron sword and shield.

He opened the door and impaled the Dremora on his sword in one fluid motion.After the thing dropped he looked around and charged yet another Dremora.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

Venator heard Andre's yell and changed tactics, he had no idea where the hooded man was, but the market was around the corner. Rounding it quickly he saw two dremora attempting to get around the meat stall, seeing an arrow go straight through one's head, Venator couldn't help but smirk and muter, "Elven bastard always was damn good with a bow." Then he heard a familiar voice cry for help, searching he located Ysolda trying to flee a dremora who had grabbed a bit of her dress. Feeling anger overtake him, he drew back, and let his anger guide the arrow into the dremora's nether regions. The beast was knocked off balance and Venator felt a sudden sense of deja vu'. Shaking it off, he planted another arrow through where the heart should be, and his foe fell with a satisfying thud. Stepping out of his spot of shadow, Venator looked for the hooded man.....

 

[Znowcicle]

Sk'Raazda nodded at Andre's yell, protect the citizens first. "Aye..." She whispered running into battle quietly and swiftly. She saved a young child, a young girl with black hair, tears were welling out of the young creature's eyes. Sk'Raazda ran around the demon, taking her sword and slicing neatly through the decayed flesh of its neck. Black blood spurted out of the wound, the child was set free as the demon uttered an unearthly scream.

She stabbed him through the heart for good measure and looked around. Oddly enough, for the situation and her past fear of fighting, she was calm. She was calm while examining the battle, the fire, the red clouded sky, the screams ringing in her tall ears, and the air that was steadily becoming thicker with the scent of freshly spilled blood. It was all so far away, all in slow motion, as she moved from one demon to the next. Her sword and dagger slicing and stabbing in a sort of twisted ballet she had no idea she was capable of.

But then all of a sudden it came crashing down.

There was a demon whispering into a citizen's ear, almost like he was trying to caress it with the hot breath he breathed against it. He looked up at Sk'Raazda, the yellow eyes piercing her. She stopped completely, people ran by bumping her as she stared completely dumbfounded at the scene. He took a pointed claw from his decripite hand and ran it down the woman's throat. She uttered a small whimper as he did so, but still Sk'Raazda stood rooted to the spot. This was no ordinary demon. No. This was the monster from her past...

 

[The_Deadliest_Troll]

Andre was satisfied by the sounds of his companions felling demons. He turned his focus to the now angry Dremora that was running toward him, spear protruding from his shoulder. "C'mon then spook!" Andre shouted at it, partly to give himself confidence. The beast lunged at him, but Andre was ready with his sheild raised.

He gave a bash with the sheild in the direction of the spear's shaft, plunging it deeper into the monster's flesh. The thing let out a satisfying screech of pain. Andre quickly gave another sharp swing with his sheild, striking the demon's head and knocking it to the ground. He quickly pulled the dagger from his belt and jumped astride his foe.

Holding the blade to its neck, Andre took a moment to lighten his own spirits, "Do you get to the cloud district very often?" He paused, "Eh, neither do I. I know Nazeem is a prick buddy, but c'mon, his head is very delicate." Andre, his face suddenly turning grim, pushed the dager harder onto the beast's skin, "This is for getting blood on my favorite spear." With that, he plunged the dagger into the demon's wind pipe, causing it to release on final gasp for air and then slowly twitch off to darkness.

Andre stood, pulling his spear from the body of his most recent victim and tried to get a hold of the situation around him again. It was chaos. In the midst of it all, Andre noticed that Sk'Raazda had stopped fighting. In fact, she was just standing there; her breath had nearly come to a halt. Andre took a deep breath and called out to her, "Sk'Raazda! You've got to move lass!"

 

[Znowcicle]

Sk'Raazda heard Andre, but in a place far from where her mind was now. She continued to stand, not moving, her breath caught between fear, anger, and extreme sorrow. Her face twinged, a slight movement as her brow contorted in the blindest of furies. She snarled, a sound that didn't seem possible to come from her own throat, and flashed her teeth, long and sharp, as her feet moved her towards the dremora.

"You!" She hissed, dribble flying from her mouth as she did, and gripped her weapons tighter raising them above her head, elbows bowed in stance. Her tail streamed behind her as she passed by one of her companions. His battle was none of her concern though. Her dark eyes, clouded by the fury of past, built-up resentment and vengeance, were locked on only one target.

Everything else was blurred by motion.

 

[Sal the dragontamer]

Faleon had already killed some other Dremora by pure surprise with his bow but this Dremora saw him coming and it was a fair fight now.Faleon fired off a shot,but the Dremora easily dodged and then proceded to GRAB HIS ARROW out of the air!Falion drew his new sword and unbuckled his shield and yelled a battle cry.The Dremora snarled and charged.

The Dremora charged in and Faleon raised his shield.The Dremora used all his strenght and the blow drove him to the ground.Faleon swung at his legs and managed to hit his ankle the thing screamed and Faleon said "Take that!".Sadly Faleon spoke to soon for the thing kicked him sending him sprawling.He got up and this time FALEON charged.

The Dremora wasnt expecting this and raised his shield.Faleon went around him and slashed the thing back the thing yelled again,exposing his chest.Faleon drove his sword into his chest and killed the thing as the thing fell another one came and Faleon said "Damn you guys dont give up do you?".Faleon raised his shield,winded but alive,and prepared for another fight.

 

[The_Deadliest_Troll]

Concerned for Sk'Raazda, Andre kept some of his focus on her as he ran back into the fray. The Dremora warriors were tearing the market apart; throwing wood from wrecked stalls and setting the sides of shops on fire. Andre couldn't help but wonder, as he bashed another enemy with his sheild, what the motive here was. What was their purpose? He plunged his spear into the back of a beast that was hunched over Ysolda. She offered thanks and ran off toward the gates.

Andre could hear the clambering of armor as the towns guards finally ran to aid the fight. "What took so long?" Andre shouted at one of the captains. The man didn't have time to answer. He was consumed by a fireball and fell to the ground in a screaming heap. "Damn," Andre took a moment to center himself, "now where is that hooded bastard?"

 

[Znowcicle]

Sk'Raazda had attempted to lay her first blow on the demon long ago. The last few minutes she had been swiping through the air with her blood stained weapons. The woman the demon had been holding was still in his treacherous grasp. His dirty tongue still teasing against the terrified villager's face. Tears were streaming through the soot that had gathered on her wan countenance, a small scratch added to the clear, wet stream. She was screaming nonsense, pleading, but Sk'Raazda could hear her perfectly.

Yes, she could hear her perfectly as soon as she crossed the threshold to the hut and attempted to draw back the leather that was the door. "Sk'Raazda go help Jn'Dar by the shore," Her rasping voice said stiffly to Sk'Raazda. She heard the sharp intake of breath and a short, soft whimper. By then Sk'Raazda had the leather door raised. The demon was facing her, smiling with a glance out of the corner of his eyes. A smile clearly on face, though most of it was covered by a tall, spotted ear.

She missed again, a sting beginning on her face. "You bastard! You filthy thing of evil!" She screamed things as such at it after every swing and miss of her sword.The Demon began to laugh as he tore into her clothes revealing the soft pale color beneath. The woman shuddered and cried, the sounds getting weaker as if finally giving up all hope of escape.

But this time he wasn't laughing, he was grimacing in pain. He had made the fatal mistake, in his plan of antagonistic dastardliness, he forget that the Market actually had buildings, and his back bumped against it. His teeth had slammed into his outstretched tongue, making him grimace long enough for the young maiden to free herself and run away screaming.Weight met her heavy swing, the sound of metal on metal occurred and then sounded again with a sharper sound. She pulled out her sword from his side, blood splaying down the dark scorched armor, then pulled her dagger out and stabbed both into the demons abdomen. A satisfying feeling flowed through her as she twisted the hilts of both in his stomach, his screech beginning to replace the memory...

"Sk'Raazda will make sure this happens everyday, in Oblivion, cur." She spat through closed teeth in a choked whisper, and slit his throat.

She paused, taking a haggard breath, and turned her back on the body to attack another lackey.

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The hooded man offered a glimmer of a smile as he took off his hood, once again, looking down from his perk on the Bannered Mare's roof closest to the market. Then he began to laugh, none too quietly, and raised his hands above his head in pure joy from watching all the figures run around the square.

"Run you little Skeevers! Run you holy fools! RUN!" He yelled down in a typical villian's tone, high pitch in a way but scruffy too, as he cackled with his bald head thrown back.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

"Run you little Skeevers! Run you holy fools! RUN!" The demon shouted from atop the inn. Venator smiled and drew an arrow back, glad to finally have a target, and let it fly. The arrow was perfect....until it disappeared. The demon's outstretched hands had begun to emit energy. A strange, writhing energy, almost like a fire, but as if it were alive. He expanded the energy field and it seemed to flow down to the ground and widen. Then it took a life all it's own and continued it's materialization, becoming a thing not seen in Tamriel in hundreds of years: An oblivion gate. Finally complete it opened, looking like a firestorm barely contained between the twin pillars on either side, joined at the top by an arch, all of it looking to be made of the same twisted metal that made up the Daedra's armor and weapons. For the first time in a long time, Venator's mixture of pride and anger that he always felt were replaced by something else. He felt fear, fear of the unknown that lay beyond, that would soon come into their world........

 

[Znowcicle]

The hooded man looked over each of the ones he had lazily fought earlier. Their petty excuses for fighting making him want to start laughing all over again, but he composed himself, enjoying whenever he caught one of their eyes. He smiled especially wide when he caught the glare of the one that had fired the arrow at him.

"Flesh will burn..." He whispered in that gravelly whisper that sounded more like it came from a speaker box than a mouth. Then he turned, fire painting the air where he had stood, and disappeared with audible glee...or, at least, appeared to.

 

[Sal the dragontamer]

Faleon slashed down the last Dremora and looked up.Thats when he saw the Oblivion Gate.He stared at it in shock,stories had been passed since his great great grandfather,for he had been alive during the Oblivion Crisis.He knew all the stories even the one about the Hero of Kvatch and how he had saved the town.He knew this one well for his great great grandfather had been one of the surviving guards of Kvatch.

Faleon looked at his friends thinking WELL THIS IS IT FOR US,MIGHT AS WELL MAKE A LAST STAND.
Faleon nocked an arrow and aimed it at the hooded man.He knew it wouldnt hit him but he might as well try.Faleon aimed a little high to compinsate for the hill and let it fly.

Faleon put down his bow and watched his arrow.Surprisingly the arrow hit!It landed in the mans shoulder and staggered him.The man turned and stared Faleon down.It took all of Faleons will for him not to run and hide.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

The hooded man looked enraged that he had been struck by not one, but TWO arrows since he arrived and shouted down to them, "Come nightfall, this gate will spew forth the destruction of this pitiful excuse for a city, however Mehrunes issues a challenge." Pausing and pointing to each of them in turn, he continued, "Step through into a plane that only one mortal has ever seen and lived. Face the horrors that await you if you dare attempt to close the gate. Face the power of the daedric Lord of Destruction, you who have survived my little game." He then turned and disappeared into the same burst of fire that he had earlier that day. Venator walked forward to where Faleon stood, unslung the second elven bow on his back, and gave it to him, "Here you go, you may be young but you show promise, and that promise will never amount to more than you getting killed unless you have a proper bow." Then before he walked away, he clapped him on the shoulder and said, "And that was a damned good shot." Venator, with Faleon in tow, strode over to where Andre and Sk'raazda had ended up in front of the gate. Just hours ago they had not known each other, but now it seemed that all of them, including the beast and the thief who were mysteriously absent, had known each other for a life time. Venator silently prayed, felt the Hunt fill him, and asked, "I intend to answer that challenge, is it safe to assume that you all intend the same?"

 

[Znowcicle]

Sk'Raazda stood panting with her sword and dagger drawn staring up at where the hooded man had been. She glanced at the other people noticing they were familiar, they were real. She sheathed her weapons, taking a deep breath and rubbing sure hands down her ribs as if to wipe evil off her torso. Venator had spoken but if still seemed fuzzy, spoken over. She understood snippets and nodded her head. She looked back up to the roof of the inn expecting the hooded man to reappear when they weren't looking and rain fire upon them.

"Sk'Raazda will help." She almost added, upon my life, but didn't. Speaking seemed too much an effort while she was trying to calm herself and fight back more stinging in the corners of her eyes.

 

[The_Deadliest_Troll]

Andre was overwhelmed by the sense of evil all of this was giving him. He felt as if he hadn't breathed in hours as he labored a few deep sighs. "What exactly are we supposed to do about this thing?" He nodded in the direction of the gate, not entirely understanding the weight of the situation. "You're not expecting me to go inside of it are you?"

He scratched the back of his head nervously, "I have a certain phobia of spooky, hulking objects that menacingly shoot out of the ground. Ho ho!" He waited, hoping his good friend, Venator, would give him some sort of sign.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

"Well, my friend, if you would like to stay behind, I would not blame you. I feel compelled to Hunt this creature." Looking into the gate he took a deep breath. He could smell sand, like you would find in Hammerfell, but it smelled burnt. He smelled magma as well, however without the smell of ash. A strange land lay before them, a new land, and a new Hunt. Then he added, "However if you can smell what I smell, you know that what lays beyond is a harsh place, and I would greatly value you're companionship." Looking over at Andre, then Sk'Raazda, then Faleon, he walked forward through the gate prepared for anything, yet unprepared for what lay beyond........

 

[Znowcicle]

Sk'Raazda scrunched up her nose, baring her teeth in a hiss as the smell hit her all at once. The swirling red, orange, and black colors of the gate confused her eyes as they moved quickly around each other, pulsating evil. When Venator entered the gate flashed and then resumed it's swirling colors.

"Sk'Raazda may not be able to smell again if we wait here much longer." She murmured as she tentatively walked around to the side of the gate. She leaned to one side, then the other, and folded her arms, one hand rubbing her chin in puzzled awe.

"Sk'Raazda wondered if he would simply come through the light and onto this side when he attempted to enter." She examined the other side waiting for Venator to appear and when he didn't she added, "This..is not the case."

The acrid smell of burning flesh began to fill the Market Square more heavily, as if testing her mentality to proceed after him. She began to breath out of her mouth instead, which helped, but did not take the smell completely away from her incredibly sensitive nose. She didn't want to admit to the others that she was terrified, but slaying the demon earlier had made her heart pound in such a fantastic way as she avenged her mother...she couldn't do anything but want more of the same heart pounding adventure underneath her fear.

"Venator is very brave man." She commented as she returned back to Andre and Faleon. "We shall have a better chance together, than apart." She said to the others, flicking her tail before she turned back to face the massive gate. She continued flicking her tail, as if trying to decide something and then started forward as she called over her shoulder to the others, "She hopes to see all of you...on the other side." The enormous gate flashed again, and Sk'Raazda was gone.

 

[The_Deadliest_Troll]

Andre weighed his options. There were no options. "Gods dammit!" He coughed as he took a particularly foul breath of what was coming from the gate, "You two owe me a drink when this is over" He patted himself and muttered a few angry words before shaking his head and taking a step toward the thing.

"Coming Faleon?" He turned his head behind him and smiled in a very sarcastic way, "I'm sure it will be a blast... errr something like that! Ho ho!" And with that he walked through the gate despite the protesting of his shaking knees.

 

[Lady Redpool the Unlifer]

Venator had expected many things, The desert, the lava, those he had kind of expected. The great towers looking to be made of obsidian he did not expect. He did not see any daedra or twisted creatures, nor did he see anything alive. It seemed that the path to the closest of the towers was actually open and daring him to move forward. His two friends joining him caused him to snap out of his observing stupor and he stood upright. Firing an arrow into the middle of the path, the ground erupted with strange swirling creatures. Motioning for the other two to follow, he slowly walked over to a side path that he could not see very far down. He had hoped that it would be empty too, however as he turned the corner, he was met by a fireball whizzing past his head. Jumping upright, he found a target: a small human looking creature with a strange face and a tail. It's whole body was the color of skin, ecande it seemed to have a slight hunch. Venator was satisfied to see that it had blood inside it when he put an arrow through it's chest. It keeled over dead, but there were several more screeching and running towards them.