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Post by Master Nationis on Oct 12, 2009 18:57:48 GMT -5
"Do do do..."
The musical tone echoed throughout the cavern, making the bandits draw their weapons and stand back to back. They had just jumped a man on the road and surely the disposed of the body! ...right?
"Butch!"
"Ya?"
"Where'd you put the body?!"
"I dragged it offs likes ya said ta, Boss!"
So that wasn't it... Butch would be far to afraid to lie... Then what could it be? There was no evidence of them being here! Perhaps just an adventurer coming to find treasures and other surprises. And boy, would they get a surprise... They held their bows, axes, and swords, as the group of six stood circling, the cavern chamber they had camped in the largest, but also having multiple entrances. But this group preferred comfort over security, thinking they were so clever and original to change caves every so often.
"Do do do... I see youuuu..."
This unnerved some of the members, one Dunmer's teeth chattering with fear. What in the world was it? Whatever it was... It was aware of them... Looking at the otehr members, Boss nodded, direction each of them to a shadowy corner, two on each side of an entrance. They moved quietly, none of them able to see each other in this light. Minutes ticked by, and nothing happened. No more voice, no more singing... What could it be?
What was that?! A distinct twang of a bow could be heard, followed by the sound of an arrow hitting rock. They all tensed, but it was only a nervous bandit, thinking they saw something move in the shadows. Forty minutes passed, and still nothing happened. Sighing, the Boss thought maybe it would be best to pack up and leave. "Alright, boys and girls, let's get outta here before whatever that was comes back..." He stepped from the shadows, entering the ring of a camp fire they had. But... no one joined him. Frowning, he lit a torch and went to one of the entrances. There were only two large splatters of blood on either side and two zombies, swaying side to side, blocking that exit. In a panic, he turned an ran, only to find that the other entrance to be the same, only with two skeleton heros, there bones creaking as they looked at him, but made no move to attack. That only left one exit left!
Turning, the Boss bolted, fear making his feet run faster, but he stopped, seeing a scythe sticking out of his paired man for their portal into the chamber. A figure clad in all black stood before him, a clean, steel dagger in Iugo's hand. "Wh-who are you?!" The bandit demanded, falling back as he tried to escape, dropping his torch, but the light enough to still make out the hooded figure. "I am the Messenger of Death. The Night Mother's faithful servant. I am going to kill you with this knife," He said waving it around, before pointing it as his head. "And remove your eyes."
Twenty minutes later, Iugo Nationis emerged from the cave, the sun bright and cheery as he readjusted his large sack over his shoulder, the crimson bag not showing the signs of blood or what lay within. "By the gods... Dead bodies seem t o get heavier and heavier these days... Even when I was mortal I never understood the need to eat so much," Iugo complained, looking at the horizon and seeing Skingrad far, far away... "What a poor old, old dark elf wouldn't do for a strong hero to help me haul my treasure away..."
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 12, 2009 21:29:23 GMT -5
Was he dead? He halfway couldn’t tell…what happened to him anyway? He laid on the ground….seeming to be a sleep or unconscious. A Dunmer in dark robes laid face down in the dirt ad mud, or anything else around. Why was it like this? His live…..
Either Necromancers tried to kill the elf, or Mages sought to be the rudest to him or even fight him. His dark blue toned still covered I dirt, raven black shoulder light hair handing over the side’s his face. Well least it hadn’t rained… though least this time it wasn’t Necromancers or Mages, but Orc Bandits…he stood no chance…..they took his things ad only left a few and his bags scattered about the area.
Beaten and bruised he groaned a bit Turing his head to the side some, eyes trying to open. He winced, left here for dead so close to home…that was fight he lived in Skingrad… would he die here? Not sure that was good or bad really…tormented all his life….but he was kind of scared to die…just yet. His mid still working his body just couldn’t wake up, he started to wonder if he was already dead….
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Post by Master Nationis on Oct 12, 2009 22:15:46 GMT -5
What was that? Turning, he lowered his hood, allowing his stark white hair to flow out of the hood. Listening, the necromancer heard a ... why, yes! A person! With his own grunt, he let down the heavy bag of body parts, moving off, scythe now being used as a walking stick more than a lethal tool to kill. And then... "Oh my! What happened to you, you poor soul?" Iugo asked, crouching down besides the wounded Dunmer. "My, my... Someone sure had their way with you. Are you alright, Mr. ...?" Iugo tilted his head, looking the dark elf up and down. Those Orcs did mention hiding a body... Well, Karma, there ya go. Two wins. Bags of body and pay back. Double win for sure.
"Names aren't important," The Dark Brotherhood member said, waving his free hand. "Right now I believe I should do a good deed today and help you to Skingrad. I'm ill prepared to treat any of your... substantial injuries." Standing, he offered his hand to the boy, a sweet smile plastered on his lips. The best way to hide one's true motives was to stay in plain sight. Who would suspect him for being an assassin, a necromancer no less, if he was bringing back a live man for medical treatment?
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 12, 2009 22:28:40 GMT -5
The Dunmer groaned being turned over seemed to help get his blood moving a bit more. He groaned once more before his eyes flickered open, he winced slowly sitting up. “ouch…” he took a deep breath ad held his side. “I’m not dead…” he stated almost sounding disappointed. He gasped looking up at the man. Who was this guy!? A stranger no less! Not to mention strange! He gasped a little swallowing the man seemed alright enough. He shuddered slightly and blinked a few times before slowly taking the male’s hand. Talk about skittish….
Once standing he wobbled a bit before standing up alright, his body hurt, but nothing felt broke or bleeding. …so he was okay for now. “thanks..’ he said the winced being down the collected his bags or what was left of them…everything was gone all his treasures…. A frowned creased his lips then he winced shoving his hurt feelings and other emotions side he looked back at the male and nodded. “I don’t have anything…to pay you with.’ he looked down…though Skingrad wasn’t to far off….who helped others without wanting something?
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Post by Master Nationis on Oct 13, 2009 18:35:38 GMT -5
"Why is it someone always expects to pay for the good nature of a fellow adventurer?" Iugo asked, a dramatic pained expression crossing his face and his hand covering his heart. "It hurts an old heart like mine," He went on, shaking his head and turning away, hobbling with his death-cane, "knowing that I cannot help a poor, beaten soul without expecting greed to pop up somewhere in the midst... A shame to what evils crop up in our society..." Sighing, he made his way to his back, struggling to lift his morbid sack. "Grrngh..." Maybe the second try? "Gnnnngh!" Nope...
"Damnit all," The necromancer muttered, scratching his head, wondering if he should summon an astronach or just continue to curse the Nine, in both ascending and descending order. Grumbling, the assassin scratched his head, wondering what he could do to lift his toys for later. Facing away from the other Dunmer, a sly smile crossed his lips. "If only I had a strong set of arm to help lessen my load. Many times I have wished I took on more of a role in the physical classes... Though, with my fraile figure, I'm sure I'd make a horrible knight..." Eyes slid to the corner of his eyes, as he ranted to himself, waiting for the other dark elf to react. It may end up that he would have to summon a beast to aide him with this fowl burden. But why waste his energy casting the ritual to bring a beast from another plane when there was a good dark elf right before him! Sure, the guy was a little roughed up, but he would do just fine if he could carry half of the 'goods'.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 14, 2009 20:48:03 GMT -5
“S-sorry.” He gave a small nod/bow and watched the man, so he was old? Hard to tell with the hood. “thanks for helping me.” he smiled lightly but still so shy, as he watched the man tilting his head some then looked to the sacks not the slightest clue what was inside, but the man seemed to need help. “I’m not really…a warrior….or spell caster.” he stated in fact he almost hated magic. “But I carry a lot of packs and stuff all the time, so I should be able to help you…” he gave a small nod thinking this as Repayment, though in a non-greedy way?
He took a deep breath, then walked over taking one of the bags and pulling it up over his shoulder, though felt a little odd…not only heavier then it looked. Still wary of the man though he took a few steps away subconsciously. He wasn’t a people person, that was for sure….more like petrified of anyone… He gave a tiny nod and flicker of a forced smile, he tried to appear friendly sometimes it worked, other times it didn’t…. “Oh…I’m….’Night’….by the way.” he nodded looking a little embarrassed he was late at introducing himself.
Now traveling to Skingrad the two dark elves. Hauling the packs. Though something seemed to come over Night….this feeling….a bad one at that….and something he didn’t smell before till just a few moments ago… the sent of blood…was strong, he didn’t think it came from him,…..but wouldn’t that mean it came from this man? Night looked toward him a moment with his Dunmer-Like red eyes then looked back in front of him, but it only took that brief moment… for him to trip, over Nine only knew what, and the bag over his shoulder to go flying forward, as he fell somewhat down a small hill flat on his bluish face. “ouch….” he moaned then suddenly panic set in. “Oh no! did I brake any---” he paused looking ahead of him, while still laying down none the less…. When his eyes really widened.
The last thing Night Expected to be in the bag……to much to go into detail…..dead…blood….bodies, was about all his mid could handle and process correctly, the bag before him when fell spilled a few of its contents……some in which….scared the Dunmer to wits end.
He almost jumped like a cat, he jumped upward enough to crawl backward only a few steps before falling back o his butt, and trying to scoot away. Then just froze, eyes wide, with pure fear…. Whole body shaking and quivering. ….oddly he didn’t look to Iugo…..it was more like he was afraid to look at him, also while fearing the dead bodies would come and get him….. Who knew one with suck dark blue skin could turn so pale? Almost like he wanted to though up too…only his mid and body functions completely stopped cold.
He swallowed dryly tearing his eyes away for just a second long enough to look towards Iugo….
[Sorry…I ‘had’ too…..O.O….I can change it if needed lol]
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Post by Master Nationis on Oct 17, 2009 13:28:54 GMT -5
Iugo stopped, his body still relaxed as he saw his bag being spilled. A waste... Now the body parts were dirty! A small frown crept onto his face as he looked at the mess, but it was quickly replaced as he moved for one of the hands. Picking it up, he looked at the bloody ring stuck to the hand that had three fingers. "Ooh... I didn't notice this before... What do you think this would sell for? I sense it has a magical ability... Maybe increase the speed of the wearer? How exciting!" Iugo giggled, slipping the ring off and slipping it into a deep pocket. "Now," The mirth left his face as he turned back to Night. "You don't know enough about me to make judgments. If you think you do, you'll meet the same fate as this band of orcs." The scythe lowered, the blade level with the other Dunmer's neck, but not close enough to be a direct threat, but definitely a subtle one. "In fact, after we get to Skingrad, it'd be best if we parted ways. And you didn't see anything this night, did you?" The necromancer asked, the scythe waving back and forth, as if itching to strike and drink more crimson rivers.
Tilting his head, the assassin smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. "Or, if you feel like being a hero," His head turned to one of the most complete piece of a being. A torso with a bashed in head and half an arm. For a moment, it did nothing. But a glow in Iugo's eyes and the thing twitched. Then lay still... Another twitch! Followed by a low groan. The thing pushed itself up, one eye locking onto Night, the other hanging lazily out of it's socket. "We can see how well you can stand up to a group of beat up zombies? Ooh! That could be fun!" The sickly sweet smile was locked onto Night, the eyes holding a threat deeper than the elf could fathom. The eyes seemed to speak out, saying 'You really don't want to mess with me.'
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 17, 2009 22:18:03 GMT -5
Night’s eyes widened to the blade but still he didn’t seem to notice as much as any ’sane’ person would, quite the opposite he still looked ’pale’ and in shock, who knew if he even heard Iugo speaking. “I don’t want…to….go back….” he whimpered flinching back putting his hands on his head pulling his knees he sat there shaking I fear.
“no dead….no no no!” he cried out though no real tears came the elf screamed and shook burying his face in his knees his hands clasped over his head. Literately making himself sick. He sucked in a deep breath still shuddering not daring to look up at Iugo or the dead. “I’m not…going back…..there….” he stuttered painfully.
[sorry crappily short]
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