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Ice-blood, Aldhelm, Dur-colath and Kane find themselves in a marshy valley high in the mountains. A cold wind sweeps down the valley from the peaks visible in the distance. A group of tents has been set up. A young imperial man with dark curly hair is stamping his feet trying to keep warm.
"Oh good! Something to talk at for once. I'm Matrim Caughthorn pronounced Court-Horn." He gives you a friendly grin. "You'll be wanting to sleep I know but before you do I'll tell you what you are facing here."
His smile fades. "There is a pass from this valley into the next about three hours south of here. We're pretty isolated in these high pastures but need to trade. Needed to trade. That was the route that connected, after a pretty long walk I admit, to the Imperial City. We kept cows mainly. Then they came. They didn't do as much damage as they could have done as we hid in the mountains. Lost a few older folk and a couple of youngsters and several head of cattle but not enough to cripple us. But that wasn't the problem. The pass was guarded by a small imperial garrison in a fort that's not much more than a tower. They took it, slaughtered the garrison, and now slaughter any who try to pass. We will not starve while we have the cows but the cows feed on the grass and they are affecting the weather so it grows colder by the day. There is no way to replenish the stocks of grain and the grass will soon die in the cold. We will starve if nothing is done.
We did try to retake the tower - most of the able men died in the attempt. I was trying to find a pass to the north at the time - I am a scout by training - or I would have died too."
He sighs. "I know little about what controls the tower or how it can manipulate the weather. From a description it is a dremora but one far more powerful than any heard of before. And now, I will take you to where you will rest."
As you move you feel very shaky and uncertain on your feet. Rest is essential.
The tents will accommodate only one person each. As he goes the boy says. "Others will join you here shortly. Do not be too eager to be off. Get to know them and talk to me to learn more of the design of the tower when you are rested. Sleep well."
As soon as the next group arrives Emeralda. Relaith, Erunanion and Gnaag he says the same speech again before conducting them to their tents.
Before you know it. You are all asleep.
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 06:40 AM
THE BURNING TOWER UPDATE 1
The group awakens completely refreshed feeling wonderful. The sensation lasts for a matter of seconds. Physically you are still fine but something is troubling your mind. You cannot tell exactly what it is but something is different. It will not take you long to discover that every enchanted item item, potion or scroll that helped you detect enchantment has been taken and those among you who knew any spell to that effect has suddenly forgotten it. Someone has been into your tent. Who? And is stealing the items the only thing they have done?
The obvious answer as to 'who?' is Matrim Caughthorn but when you go to find himshe has been knocked unconscious. He is alive but weak, a healing potion or spell will revive him and perhaps he can tell you something of what happened.
As well as one of you doing this, everyone must perform such natural bodily functions as all creatures do (off the thread please) and then deal with such nuisances as hunger and thirst.
And so you do - or do you?
The group awakens completely refreshed feeling wonderful. The sensation lasts for a matter of seconds. Physically you are still fine but something is troubling your mind. You cannot tell exactly what it is but something is different. It will not take you long to discover that every enchanted item item, potion or scroll that helped you detect enchantment has been taken and those among you who knew any spell to that effect has suddenly forgotten it. Someone has been into your tent. Who? And is stealing the items the only thing they have done?
The obvious answer as to 'who?' is Matrim Caughthorn but when you go to find himshe has been knocked unconscious. He is alive but weak, a healing potion or spell will revive him and perhaps he can tell you something of what happened.
As well as one of you doing this, everyone must perform such natural bodily functions as all creatures do (off the thread please) and then deal with such nuisances as hunger and thirst.
And so you do - or do you?
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 09:27 AM
Erunanion awoke, and was immediately on guard. The teleport into the valley had been intense - he'd felt like he'd just gone three rounds barefisted with an Ogrim, and the offer of sleep had been most welcome.
But now he was confused. The feeling was strange, unlike anything he had felt before. Something had been in his mind; the odd, distracting sensation of having someone look over his shoulder was constant. He assumed it had been the dremora Caughthorn had spoken of; Erunanion's hand stayed on the hilt of his sword as he checked over his gear, and found it all to be with him.
He stepped out of the tent into the crisp morning air. The wind was already biting cold; Erunanion wrapped his cloak tighter about himself. Seeing the other tents stir, he knew the others of his party, and those of another whom he had yet to meet, were awakening also. He wanted to speak to them urgently, to ask if they felt what he did. He hoped there was a mage among the other group that might explain what had happened. But he left them to get up in their own time, and walked a short way beyond the ring of tent's to perform his morning ablutions.
As he turned round to head back to the tents, a sliver of colour, out of place in the light green grass, caught his eye. As he slowly approached, he saw it was Caughthorn, lying full-length and obviously unconscious on the grass. Erunanion ran over to his side, and shouted for his companions, "Awaken! Caughthorn has been attacked!"
Not bothering to wait for the others to come over, Erunanion searched his mind for a healing spell that might revive Caughthorn from whatever affliction beset him. He was not skilled, but any action is better than none at all.
He lay his hand upon the Imperial's chest, and tried the spell. If it does not work, he is prepared to use some of the healing potion he has in his pack.
But now he was confused. The feeling was strange, unlike anything he had felt before. Something had been in his mind; the odd, distracting sensation of having someone look over his shoulder was constant. He assumed it had been the dremora Caughthorn had spoken of; Erunanion's hand stayed on the hilt of his sword as he checked over his gear, and found it all to be with him.
He stepped out of the tent into the crisp morning air. The wind was already biting cold; Erunanion wrapped his cloak tighter about himself. Seeing the other tents stir, he knew the others of his party, and those of another whom he had yet to meet, were awakening also. He wanted to speak to them urgently, to ask if they felt what he did. He hoped there was a mage among the other group that might explain what had happened. But he left them to get up in their own time, and walked a short way beyond the ring of tent's to perform his morning ablutions.
As he turned round to head back to the tents, a sliver of colour, out of place in the light green grass, caught his eye. As he slowly approached, he saw it was Caughthorn, lying full-length and obviously unconscious on the grass. Erunanion ran over to his side, and shouted for his companions, "Awaken! Caughthorn has been attacked!"
Not bothering to wait for the others to come over, Erunanion searched his mind for a healing spell that might revive Caughthorn from whatever affliction beset him. He was not skilled, but any action is better than none at all.
He lay his hand upon the Imperial's chest, and tried the spell. If it does not work, he is prepared to use some of the healing potion he has in his pack.
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 11:18 AM
Kane awakes due to hearing someone shouting, as soon as he stands he stretches while blinking. This was all too much for him and nothing had begun yet, the fact that he had been able to sleep after years of torment and insomnia, shows the draining power of teleportation then with losing his Daedric armour and weapon for Ebony annoyed him even further. Kane steps out of the tent seeing a strange person already at the scene of the crime, Kane was expecting this person to either loot the body or help Caughthorn but then he remembers his group would be joining with another, what skills they possessed would be needed to found out but at the moment, what happened is more important. Kane looks around, he hadn't seen another soul move yet, maybe the teleporting affected them more somehow. Either way Kane wasn't going to stand around and wait for someone to call the shots, slowly he walks over to the one that found Caughthorn. The face not familiar yet already knowing they must be friendly, maybe from another leader such as Fygge.
"What happened here? Hmmm actually no point asking, I'm going to guess you're another facing Oblivion itself...he looks pretty banged up...my friend has a few health potions with him"
His eyes glance towards Caughthorn seemingly no movement from him, Kane then looks up and around, not looking for anything specific but to see how Caughthorn could have been attacked without an alarm being raised by someone but to find out more, Kane would need to scout the area, even Daedra can leave tracks. If it was them that attacked at all. This continues to run through Kane's mind, someone from the camp could have done it or a Daedra framing someone so the camp would fight against each other. Kane starts to come to conclusions, so many scenarios but not so many facts to go on, he then begins to mutter as a cold breeze freshens him up.
"I hope Fygge is holding onto my daedric armour and weapon tightly, I think I'm going to need them instead of this ebony crap"
"What happened here? Hmmm actually no point asking, I'm going to guess you're another facing Oblivion itself...he looks pretty banged up...my friend has a few health potions with him"
His eyes glance towards Caughthorn seemingly no movement from him, Kane then looks up and around, not looking for anything specific but to see how Caughthorn could have been attacked without an alarm being raised by someone but to find out more, Kane would need to scout the area, even Daedra can leave tracks. If it was them that attacked at all. This continues to run through Kane's mind, someone from the camp could have done it or a Daedra framing someone so the camp would fight against each other. Kane starts to come to conclusions, so many scenarios but not so many facts to go on, he then begins to mutter as a cold breeze freshens him up.
"I hope Fygge is holding onto my daedric armour and weapon tightly, I think I'm going to need them instead of this ebony crap"
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 12:10 PM
Ice awoke with a start. The first thing he realized was that something was...wrong. He could not place exactly what it was, but something felt strange in his head. Hearing a shout outside, he decided that he would worry about the strange feeling later and investigate this first. He grasped his greatsword and ran outside the tent, seeing Erunanion and Kane looking over a body on the ground. Ice approached and realized that it was Caughthorn. He was wounded pretty badly, and Ice wasn't sure if he would survive. "I see you've tried some healing already, I'll give him one of my potions as well," he said, taking one of his healing potions from his cloak. He poured it down Caughthorn's throat and hoped that it would be enough to save him. He stood up, knowing that there was nothing more he could do at the moment. "Until he wakes up, if he wakes up, we should look around this place a bit. We don't really know what to expect here, so every piece of information may be valuable. I'm known as Ice, by the way." He offers his hand to Erunanion before going to wake up the others.
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 01:04 PM
THE BURNING TOWER -Emeralda
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"Awaken! Caughthorn has been attacked!" The words broke through Emeralda's deep sleep, and she leaped from her slumber, stumbling from the tent. Feeling rested, but confused, she tried to remember all that had gone on recently. the reuniting with Euranion and Gnaag, the reconciling with Ralaith and the final transport to The Burning Tower flashed through her mind. She ran over to where the others stood over the body. They were trying healing spells and potions on Caughthorn.
" Wait! Has anyone given him water and checked his body for wounds? She ran to her tent, grabbed a flask (she had numerous cooking utensils and alchemy apparatus)and a healing potion. She was so fast as to only have been gone a moment. Returning to the body, she squeezed in between all the larger men and fell to the ground, offering water to the still unconscious Caughthor, hoping his lips would accept it. " Here is a healing potion! We need to look for wounds. I will go find some herbs so that he can eat something besides beef!."
She ran off again, as a strange feeling came over her. She knew something was not right, but could not pinpoint exactly what it was. She still wore her cloak and had slept in it, not being able to get warm. Running would help. She hunted for any berries or edible plants she could find, but remebered that the cows needed the local grasses to feed on, so she would not take any.
As she roamed, the sun started to warm her a bit, and she realized she was still covered with blood, grime and sweat. As she passed a small stream she stopped. Even though she was still chilled, she slowly dropped her cloak to the ground. Looking carefully about, she stepped from the common clothes she wore. Picking up the pants and shirt, she brought them with her into the icy water, gasping form its cold temperature. Still, the sun sparkled like shimmering diamonds on the surface of the water, relaxing her. She quickly rinsed out the clothes and rubbed the dirt from her body. When she emerged, she put the cloak back on. Yes, it was still dirty, but she could not have all of her clothing wet. She wrung out the shirt and pants. Then stepping back into her boots, she ran her fingers through her wet, shining red hair. "That's the best I can do", she thought. When she got back to camp, she would hang the wet clothes out to dry.
Swiftly she ran again, and wished to find come comberry plants. She prayed she would find herbs of some kind to help her group. Would she?
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"Awaken! Caughthorn has been attacked!" The words broke through Emeralda's deep sleep, and she leaped from her slumber, stumbling from the tent. Feeling rested, but confused, she tried to remember all that had gone on recently. the reuniting with Euranion and Gnaag, the reconciling with Ralaith and the final transport to The Burning Tower flashed through her mind. She ran over to where the others stood over the body. They were trying healing spells and potions on Caughthorn.
" Wait! Has anyone given him water and checked his body for wounds? She ran to her tent, grabbed a flask (she had numerous cooking utensils and alchemy apparatus)and a healing potion. She was so fast as to only have been gone a moment. Returning to the body, she squeezed in between all the larger men and fell to the ground, offering water to the still unconscious Caughthor, hoping his lips would accept it. " Here is a healing potion! We need to look for wounds. I will go find some herbs so that he can eat something besides beef!."
She ran off again, as a strange feeling came over her. She knew something was not right, but could not pinpoint exactly what it was. She still wore her cloak and had slept in it, not being able to get warm. Running would help. She hunted for any berries or edible plants she could find, but remebered that the cows needed the local grasses to feed on, so she would not take any.
As she roamed, the sun started to warm her a bit, and she realized she was still covered with blood, grime and sweat. As she passed a small stream she stopped. Even though she was still chilled, she slowly dropped her cloak to the ground. Looking carefully about, she stepped from the common clothes she wore. Picking up the pants and shirt, she brought them with her into the icy water, gasping form its cold temperature. Still, the sun sparkled like shimmering diamonds on the surface of the water, relaxing her. She quickly rinsed out the clothes and rubbed the dirt from her body. When she emerged, she put the cloak back on. Yes, it was still dirty, but she could not have all of her clothing wet. She wrung out the shirt and pants. Then stepping back into her boots, she ran her fingers through her wet, shining red hair. "That's the best I can do", she thought. When she got back to camp, she would hang the wet clothes out to dry.
Swiftly she ran again, and wished to find come comberry plants. She prayed she would find herbs of some kind to help her group. Would she?
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 02:00 PM
The Burning Tower Update 2
Caughthorn is revived a little by the healing potions but when Emeralda offers him water he pushes it away. "Would you poison me? What have you put in this bottle? Was it you who hit me?"
As he revives more with your assistance you hear that whoever assaulted him had to be a member of your enlarged group.
Emeralda sniffing her water bottle smells something acrid that is not coming from the water itself.
Caughthorn stares at you in turn. "Whoever it was has magic stronger than my sleep spell and that bodes ill for the rest of you. Perhaps something has happened in the transportation. If so you should be able to find out by casting a simple Detect Enchantment spell."
He struggles to his feet. "I need to rest for a moment. Perhaps you should check to see if anyone has run off. I will speak to you again when I have healed a little more."
Caughthorn is revived a little by the healing potions but when Emeralda offers him water he pushes it away. "Would you poison me? What have you put in this bottle? Was it you who hit me?"
As he revives more with your assistance you hear that whoever assaulted him had to be a member of your enlarged group.
Emeralda sniffing her water bottle smells something acrid that is not coming from the water itself.
Caughthorn stares at you in turn. "Whoever it was has magic stronger than my sleep spell and that bodes ill for the rest of you. Perhaps something has happened in the transportation. If so you should be able to find out by casting a simple Detect Enchantment spell."
He struggles to his feet. "I need to rest for a moment. Perhaps you should check to see if anyone has run off. I will speak to you again when I have healed a little more."
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 02:33 PM
Gnaag awaken realy fresh. His sleep was deep during which he left the world in the dream about beauty blond Altmer girl with so nice sharp ears... But the morning came. He had never prefered the early waking up. He liked to lie in bed until the sun was high enough. That was also the reason why he hadn't saw any sunrise yet.
As he was thinking about that vital matters he heard some indistinguishable cry. His senses was dull by long sleep. But he knew that whatever it was, he should get up and look for his companions. He opened the tent and crawled out of it. He wasn't able to realize how could his friends sleep in such a small thing. Small also for wood elf.
As he got out of tent he saw two his partners and two new guys talking to woman, who greeted them the previous day. She seemed to be quite uncomfortably. Her pale face was frown. Gnaag's companions looked like they were struck by some bloody news. Gnaag felt a chance. He was a bard he had to do something.
"Hi guys and gals. What a nice day it is. Have you also felt a lack of area during a night. I had to go walking a few times during night. The tents are really..."
He stopped in the middle of a sentence. He realized by their mien, that his jokes weren't convenient there.
"Can I ask you, what it is going on? Do I murdered someone or what?"
As he was thinking about that vital matters he heard some indistinguishable cry. His senses was dull by long sleep. But he knew that whatever it was, he should get up and look for his companions. He opened the tent and crawled out of it. He wasn't able to realize how could his friends sleep in such a small thing. Small also for wood elf.
As he got out of tent he saw two his partners and two new guys talking to woman, who greeted them the previous day. She seemed to be quite uncomfortably. Her pale face was frown. Gnaag's companions looked like they were struck by some bloody news. Gnaag felt a chance. He was a bard he had to do something.
"Hi guys and gals. What a nice day it is. Have you also felt a lack of area during a night. I had to go walking a few times during night. The tents are really..."
He stopped in the middle of a sentence. He realized by their mien, that his jokes weren't convenient there.
"Can I ask you, what it is going on? Do I murdered someone or what?"
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 02:46 PM
THE BURNING TOWER-Emeralda
Emeralda's face turned crimson when she was pushed away by Caughthorn. Oddly, the flask did smell strange. She had not noticed it before. Caughthorn mentioned "strong magic". Who could that be? Their new group members all appeared to be fighters, and she truly did not believe anyone in her original group could be responsible for this.
She tried to account for all members there, but still did not know everyone.
She would watch for anyone who was off by themselves as she wandered away form the camp looking for herbs. On her way she spotted Gnaag and ran over to him. "Gnaag, did you hear what has happened? I don't know any detect enchantment spells, nor do I have any potions. Some of the others did, but they say their minds are clouded in regards to the spell, and the potions have been stolen. I believe someone was in my tent also and tainted my bottles! I am going now to head a little ways east to hunt for herbs AND to see if I spot anyone lurking about on their own!"
She prayed she would find something helpful. She wandered off, heading east.
Emeralda's face turned crimson when she was pushed away by Caughthorn. Oddly, the flask did smell strange. She had not noticed it before. Caughthorn mentioned "strong magic". Who could that be? Their new group members all appeared to be fighters, and she truly did not believe anyone in her original group could be responsible for this.
She tried to account for all members there, but still did not know everyone.
She would watch for anyone who was off by themselves as she wandered away form the camp looking for herbs. On her way she spotted Gnaag and ran over to him. "Gnaag, did you hear what has happened? I don't know any detect enchantment spells, nor do I have any potions. Some of the others did, but they say their minds are clouded in regards to the spell, and the potions have been stolen. I believe someone was in my tent also and tainted my bottles! I am going now to head a little ways east to hunt for herbs AND to see if I spot anyone lurking about on their own!"
She prayed she would find something helpful. She wandered off, heading east.
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Posted 10 March 2006 - 03:27 PM
Gnaag looked very rezentfuly. He was shocked a bit.
"Someone was in your tent!!! It is terrible! What was he doing there? Who was he?"
Gnaag stopped his first thoughts he realized and tried to concentrate upon matter. Something wrong surely happened. People forgotten their spells. He was considerably confused. He didn't understund anything what Emeralda was trying to explain. He knew only that someone was in HER tent during night. His mind was full of suspicions mostly about the new ones in the camp. But he cleared his thoughts and asked:
"So slowly girl. What the hell has happened. And please try to start on the begining. By the way I think I know some detect enchantment spell. Or, I thought I knew. Now I am not sure ...mhm... Detect enchantment... What should it be?"
"Someone was in your tent!!! It is terrible! What was he doing there? Who was he?"
Gnaag stopped his first thoughts he realized and tried to concentrate upon matter. Something wrong surely happened. People forgotten their spells. He was considerably confused. He didn't understund anything what Emeralda was trying to explain. He knew only that someone was in HER tent during night. His mind was full of suspicions mostly about the new ones in the camp. But he cleared his thoughts and asked:
"So slowly girl. What the hell has happened. And please try to start on the begining. By the way I think I know some detect enchantment spell. Or, I thought I knew. Now I am not sure ...mhm... Detect enchantment... What should it be?"
