[Malchik]

Ismail, Wulfgar, Ulf and Garrick arrive in Stormcoif in a state of some confusion. They are apparently inside a private house. They are immediately accosted by a fat little man with gingery hair who is eating a banana.

"Have you books? I must have books! I need books!"

As the calming influence of the banana begins to work he seems to register you for the first time.

"Oh, they've sent you have they? I suppose I'd better tell you what is going on here." He bounces around rather as if he were made of rubber. "Village is abandoned except for me and Dull Griet who lives in the hovel in the south end of the main street. She's insane or she would go too."

He looks at you. "It's not that we've been attacked mind. But something has poisoned the well and it's the only source of water hereabouts. Couple of fellows went down to take a look. Never came back. That's when I realised - I'd read something once a long time ago - about this well being built over a very powerful Daedric shrine. Went and had a peek - prehensile hands and feet, don't you know. Things down there. Things I wouldn't go near for a sackful of bananas. Some wrethched winged creature seems to be in charge. She has some very strange armour and weapons about her I could sense the magic."

He looks at you again. "Bad enough we've had to move but what worries me more is that stream leads directly to the main water supply for the Imperial City.

Anyway you can't do anything about it now. You need to rest. There are two big rooms each big enough for four. I'll show you to one. Another group is on its way. When it has arrived and you have all slept I can probably tell you a little more about the well."

He conducts you into a room with four beds.

Shortly thereafter the second group arrives from the Drunken Alit. They hear the same story and are taken into the second room.

Zow, Ander, Hadrio and Darian make up the second cohort.

All instantly all fall asleep.

[Malchik]

The Haunted Well - 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 room. Who? And is stealing the items the only thing they have done?

The obvious answer as to 'who?' is Ook but when you go to find him he 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?

[Masurao]

Though the sleep had a wonderful effect on Garrick's but, yet he could not say the same for his mind. Even before he awoke, the Altmer was thrashing and moaning in his sleep and he awoke sobbing with a scream nearly passing his lips. Looking around, he noticed he had been the first to awake.

"Thank Azura for small blessings," he whispered to himself, as he wiped the cold sweat of his brow. That was a terrible dream, but what could it mean? Garrick thought as another shiver ran down his spine. Perhaps I have never slept so deep before, allowing this dark thing to stay unnoticed, but I wish it had stayed such.


Indeed, the dream that had entered the High Elf's mind was far from pleasant, even though it had revealed something of his memories to him. Garrick feared, however, what those memories could mean for his past, present and future. Again, he had seen the burnt bodies, but this time, there was more to the scene.

The figure whose eyes were his in the dream (and Garrick feared it actually had been him) was sitting on a raised dais, in something of a throne, though the details had been obscured from him. Before him stood monstrous creatures, a motley crew of many different races, whose faces were all twisted into a feral and bestial mockery of what they had been. All in all, Garrick remembered seeing about three dozen of them, looking up to him and speaking amongst each other. It had occurred to him that this was some kind of court, but the Altmer shuddered at the thought of what kind of court it might be.

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion, as three figures were brought in, chained in silver and stripped of all but the barest of clothes. Two men and a female were led before the dream-Garrick and forced to kneel at the base of his throne. "These are the ones, lord," the monstrous Nord who led them in said. "These are the Cannibals..."

"Cannibals!" many among the crowd whispered and hissed at the three figures. Dream-Garrick cut off the sounds with a single gesture and gazed at the barely clothed prisoners before him, not a single emotion in his body.

"You have gone against the letter of the law, friends," the dream-Garrick said, his voice deeper and more darkly powerful than Garrick could imagine. "The letter of my law. You know what the punishment is for such perpetrations."

"We fear not death! Do your worst, false King!" the female yelled and spit blood in the dream-Garrick's face.

Dream-Garrick only smiled and raised his hand, palm opened towards the three before him. "Execution by fire," he said. "A lengthy execution." With those words, flames billowed forth from his hand, engulfing the prisoners and burning them terribly. As they writhed in pain, (more terrible than it should have been, Garrick guessed) the crowd swiftly backed away from the flames, as the dream-Garrick laughed bitterly. "No one goes against the laws of the Vampire King and lives!"


And with those last words echoing in his head, Garrick surveyed his surroundings. A bit wobbly he got up and left the room. Then it him: something was different! There was something missing from his mind! Something that had been there, still buried beneath repressed memories, but Garrick could clearly sense the void of where it had been! What had been stolen and by who?

Garrick quickly made his way downstairs, only to find Ook unconscious on the floor. Without hesitating, he checked his body for wounds and pulled together the strands of magicka to heal the strange little man. "Come on," he breathed, "I won't have you dying on me!" And with those words, Garrick released the surge of healing power into Ook's body, hoping it would have enough effect. Hoping he had not screwed up and spent the energy in vane.

[Morgoth]

When Wulfgar awoke, he found Ulf and Ismail still asleep, but Garrick's bed deserted. He felt wonderfully refreshed, although his groaning stomach reminded him painfully of the fact that in the hurry before being teleported by Fygge he had totally forgotten to go looking for some food - a decent meal was what he was craving for the most at the moment.
After picking up his gear, he descended the stair to find Garrick leaning over the apparently lifeless body of Ook. Glancing quickly around the room, nothing else caught his eye.
Taking his axe into his right hand, Wulfgar asked: "What has happened here?"

[Masurao]

"Wish that I knew, good Wulfgar, but I came down to find Ook in this state," Garrick hastily explains. "I have attempted a spell to heal him, but we'll have to wait for the results to come. Perhaps you should wake the others?"

[Malchik]

The Haunted Well - Update 2

The healing spell begins to work. Ook crawls away from you. He sees the axe in Wulfgar's hand as he seems to be about to embed it in Garrick's head - or so it appears yo Ook's brain. He yells something neither of you understand.

Then he says: "These doors were warded with spells against the intrusion of the forces of Oblivion but someone here is more powerful. The attack on me was from INSIDE the building. One - or more - of you has been suborned. Perhaps you do not even know yourselves who it is? But it is a simple matter to cast a detect enchantment spell and find which of you it may be. I must rest before I can tell you more of the well. In the meantime it might serve you to ensure nothing has been tampered with."

Ook climbs up to the ceiling where he has a hammock and rests to heal himself.

[Morgoth]

"A strange fellow that one is," Wulfgar said silently, as he was stepping closer to Garrick, fixing his axe again at his belt since there did not appear to be any direct threat to them.
"Will you have a short look around the house whether there is anything peculiar while I wake the others?"
Ascending the stair again he added, winking during the last words:
"...and I do not want to appear like I do not care about our mission, but I'm dieing to get something edible into my hands, so if you should run across anything or get Ook to tell us where we can find provisions, me and my stomach would be most grateful."
When he was on the upper floor again, he entered the room he had slept in and shouted "Wake up, someone has broken into the house! Get out of bed, quickly!"
OOC: The next part is only valid if nothing extraordinary happens in that room.
Without waiting to see whether Ulf and Ismail were really getting up, he busted into the room where Ook had led the other group and shouted "Wake up, wake up!"

[ominae]

Zow opened his eyes furiously, and without hesitation, he reached for one of his arrow heads, then dashed for Wulfgar, aiming for his throat. Before he would attack, he realised what he was doing, and stopped. "Where am I? How did I get here" he thought to himself. Oh yes, he was teleported, and is now with another strange fellow named Ook. Displeased he turned around and picked up his belongings.

"You're from the other group I take it?" Zow muttered in a disapointing way, now he had to work with more people, and he didn't like that.

"What has happened here? I feel strange, and terribly hungry" Zow said. He held up all his equipment, as if he had plans to leave the place. It felt good to sleep, as he had not done so in weeks. But he felt strange afterwards.

While waiting an answer, Zow placed his goggles, mouth piece, and hood back on, hiding his identity from the other group.

[xavori]

Awaken rather forcefully, Ander tumbled in the bed, and ended up falling from it "What? Who? Where? Oh, it's you" he asked quickly, the words coming fast out of his mouth

"What is the matter? It is not like someone came to assasinate..." he began, but the words trailed off and he seemed shaken, for one moment "Nevermind that; why wake us up in such a rude fashion?" Ander complained to Wulfgar, as he started to finally stand up and place his items in the appropiate places of his body.

[ominae]

Impatient, Zow looked at Wulfgar and said: "Nevermind". He then went down to where the others and Ooka were.

He did not care what happened to Ooka, but it obviously would effect the entire group including himself somehow. He then looked over the members that were awake, and annouced: "I'll be checking the perimeter of the town, if you wish to come then do so, just stay close". However he hoped no one would follow him.

He continued out the door, and surveyed the area, trying to spot any clues, and food for that matter. He had all his gear with him, so he was prepared for anything. More importantly he was looking for small game to hunt, or any edible plants around the area.

He looked at the surrounding enviroment, a change of color: he would need to remake his ghillie suit. And thus he went on, looking for food, or clues, and to remake his ghillie suit.