The hooded stranger stoped casting his light spell and ran towards the staff and grabbed on, sheilding his eyes when he did it.

Eiade's opponent stopped attacking and shielded its eyes, stumbling backwards away from the rest of the party and the staff.

She ran towards the rest of the party, leaping over daedra on their knees and vaulting off of rock and trees. She then sprinted towards the group, and slid in behind them. With the last of her magicka, she launched one more light spell at the closest oblivion host. And, without hesitation, grabbed with both hands onto the mystical stave.

She let out a yell of pain, and dropped to her knees, but still held on with all her might...

As the hooded man grabbed the staff his body jolted and he fell to one knee. He grimaced from the pain but held on, for these deadras seemed immune to any other form of attack. The red runes were burning as the apperaed his skin.

"Fight....the pain. Disregard it. ..D..D..Dispel...." cried Arodom.

OOC: There my first name. Happy people!?

OOC: sorry i didint post in awhile some of you know that my computer is acting terrible. I might not be able to get on as much as i could but i have found a way to dodge the pop ups that haunt my internet which is how i got on tonight. anyway i think this all came from a pop up i got while i was on utopia so if any of you guys play utopia be careful.

Apache watched the magic crawl up Arodoms arm. That would be a steal if he could get his hands on it ( get it? ).

With the addition of Arodom, Eiade and Ken to the Staff's power. The daedra collapsed on the floor writhing. Their black robes and armour started to disintegrate and soon nothing was left but 9 faint black spots of mist on the ground. These too soon began to dissipate.

However, two of these mists came closer to the Staff. Before one of them had gotten very far, it had dissipated. The remaining black mist, growing smaller and weaker by the second continued however. Suddenly, with its last reserve of strength, the mist gained speed and touched Apache and Arodom before dissipating also.

Apache and Arodom let go of the Staff and collapsed onto the ground unconcious. A huge column of black smoke surrounded their two unconcious bodies and when the smoke had cleared, they were gone.

Has-Big-Axe, no longer able to bear the pain, let go of the Staff and fell to the ground. Soon, all of the remaining party members were on the ground also and the Staff was normal again and the intense light was gone. Has-Big-Axe opened his eyes finally and looked around. His mind did not immediately pick up what, but he realised that something was missing. With a start, he realised that neither Apache nor Arodom were present. He tried to tell the others but found his speech slurred and his tongue heavy. Collapsing back onto the ground for a few minutes, he tried again and cried out to the others, "Apache and Arodom are missing!!"

OOC: I'm sorry to post this one-liner, but we don't know Arodom's name yet!

Tyjet layed on the ground in tremendous pain... He couldn't move his body, it hurt so much... Tyjet looked at his hands and watched in amazement as the runes slowly started to retreat down to the tips of his fingers. Soon he looked normal, but certainly didn't feel normal!

The first to get up was Eiade... she looked tired. Her hair was messed up and she had been sweating a lot. She looked run down.

Tyjet still couldn't move. He tried to call out to her, "Ei...a...de..., I have... some... herbs... in this... bag... You know... Alchemy... well enough... to help ... the others... Take it..." With that Tyjet passed out...

"We're just not proficient in the good luck category, now are we?" Eiade said as she looked at Tyjet's body. She looked around and saw everyone else all over the ground, moaning, trying to get a hold of themselves. She and the man in black hadn't been holding on for too long, so she wasn't too bad. On the contrary, Tyjet was unconcious. Eiade sighed. "Auri-El Almighty," she said.

She dragged Tyjet and leaned him against the same tree that Has-Big-Axe had been on. She then went over to the bag of herbs that his hand had dropped, picked it up, and looked inside.

Hmm... shards of hack-lo leaf, stoneflower petals, trama root, bittergreen petals, and mini-bags of bonemeal. (ooc: if we were to use game terminology, maybe we could say that the staff drained our stats a little bit to cast such a spell) She knew all the effects well enough. None of these except hack-lo were very tasty.

She took so hack-lo and bittergreen and started to chew it. The strong tart taste of the hack-lo drowned out the bittergreen a little, but the plant was named bittergreen for a reason. She offered one ot two of each to everyone in the party, except Tyjet of course.

After everyone had one or two of everything, she looked in the bag and there was almost nothing left. They had to start moving as soon as possible so they could reach Gnisis before anything else happened. Once they reached Gnisis, they could buy ingredients, food, and water, and fix their weapons.

Eiade began to try to fix her hair and dab the sweat off of her face. She turned towards Has-Big-Axe, who was now standing and gathering up his armor.
"Where do you think they went?"

OOC: good news my computer is temporalliy fixed kinda. the interent is still slow but it works if i dont try to run to programs at once i guess o well and sorry i used arodons name i forgot that he didnt actully say it but know im gone lol
( can i come back maybe i accidnetly used me invincibilty spell on me and arodon?)

OOC: Argonian Thief, you're not dead. You've just been kidnapped. I'll find a way back for you though. Be warned, its not very imaginative lol

IC:

Has-Big-Axe looked over at Eiade and replied as truthfully as he dared, "They've been taken by the daedra. If they are not right now on a different plane, dead or enslaved by the daedra, they would be with Luthin..." Suddenly, as he was speakingthe black fog that had taken Arodom and Apache rose up from the ground again and when it dissipated, there was lying the bruised and battered body of Apache. He coughed and spluttered and tried to get up. On his bare back was 4 words, branded into his scales. 'GIVE ME THE STAFF'

Has-Big-Axe looked horrified at the branded words on Apache's back.

OOC: lol alright ill hang around here until i resurface dead in a river or somthing
(dont put that in please)

OOC: Meanwhile.....

Arodom stood up and looked around. "Figures..." muttered the hooded man. "Whers that Argonian?" Arodom looked around but didn't see the Argonian lying anywhere. "He must be lying dead in a river somewhere..." Arodom said to himself.

"Well, how nice to meet you." said someone not in Arodoms view.

"What the..." thought Arodom as he looked around for the source of the voice.

(OOC: I'm back )



Isaac, who had been walking for several miles already, was carrying a large sack of Vivic knows what on his back. (immagine a huge backpack that is very heavy) The long walk was staring to make him get tired. "I can't be tired now, what if they need me?" He pulled the sack up on his shoulders and continued. Suddenly, an idea came to him.
"My god, how come I didn't think of that before?" Isaac said as he smacked himself on the forehead. "So forgetful!" Pulling his staff out of his backpack, he struggled to balence as cast as as spell. There was a white light that engulfed Isaacs Body and backpack, he he was gone.

The next thing he knew, he was a little behind the group. Assuming that the bodies on the ground were his former companions. He ran over to them with a grim look on his face. Isaac knew they weren't dead judging from their breathing. Putting the backpack on the ground, he immeadiatly got out potions from the pockets. Potions for just about every afflicion that his party may be suffering.

Meanwhile...

"Show your self. Are you afraid of me?" shouted Arodom in the general direction the voice came from.

Arodom spun around looking in every corner of the room, trying to find wherethe voice came from.

OOC: This is for Evilsincarnation

IC:

Luthin stepped out from the darkness. "Welcome to my domain" he said, "You have met my loyal...retainers?" The nine daedra stepped forward as well. They encircled Arodom. Luthin took another step forwards towards Arodom and hissed at him, "You belong to me now. I think you'll find that your companions are alright. I want you to go an kill them and bring me back their Staff. Will you comply with these instructions?"

"...Ha, you expect me to just do whatever you tell me to. I don't just follow anyones instructions, no one controls me." said Arodom in a mocking voice.

"I should smash you where you stand." Arodom laughed as he watched the dearda circling aorund him.

"And what the heck are these things, you should really think about giving them some sort of resistance to light, makes them easy to defeat." he said mockingly.

After giving the last of the herbs to Apache, Eiade put the empty bag with Tyjet's pack, then plopped down next to the Breton, sitting in the shade once more.

"Well, here we are again," she said. "Idling around waiting for a companion to regain conciousness, and another to return from Oblivion itself for all we know. At least the five of us are alive and well!"

Eiade's impatience came from years of travelling with other acrobats in the performing troupe that she used to be in. They always ran as fast as her, and noone in the group was the reason for a delay. She had also done missions for people where she had travelled with a healer or monk or something of the sort, who were very proficient in unarmored and unarmed combat, and could run quickly. She simply wasn't used to these situations with parties of varying talents. And she had not been on many missions as difficult and as dangerous as this one.

She pulled some grass out of the ground and began idly playing with it. The Breton must be woken. She reached over to her travel belt and pulled off her leather water pouch, undid the top, and splashed water all over Tyjet's face. He stirred, and spit out some water, but didn't open his eyes yet.

"If our mystery man isn't back in fifteen minutes, I say we leave."

"I have better get back there soon and catch them before they leave..." though Arodom as he watched Luthin and his deadras closely.

"Look It would be a healthy choice for you to let me leave, cause I have places to be and things to do." said Arodom.

Ken sat on the ground, still dizzy from the whole thing. He laughed. "I agree with her. We cannot delay anymore. We don't if that Necromancer, or Sorcerer, or whatever he is, will send more things like that at us. That man played no major part, we could live without him."

Ken looked at his hands. The runic symbols were gone, as they had been for a while, but he could still feel the burning on his palms. He looked over at the unconcious Apache. "You think those words'll disappear? I'd hate to have the scar of that sentence tatooed on my back."

OOC: ok wait a sec! i thought i was kiddnapped chunkey moose said so, but now i guess im laying unconcious on the ground or i could be laying face first dead in a river anybody want to clarrify this and settle it once and for all

Tyjet got up... As he rose and saw he was in a castle... He was in Ebonheart. Faces he knew stood about the room, but he could think of their names. Tyjet tried to reach out to someone but they didn't even acknowledge his presence. The Imperial Cult rooms glowed with an erie blue but there was a sense of tranquility in the air.

The blue lights flickered and Tyjet saw a young boy run by. His eyes followed the boy as he jumbed in to a man's arms, it was Yomia... Yomia raised the boy up in the air and swung him around as the little boy laughed...What is this?... Suddenly the world around him changed...

He was in in the back room... It looked like the same boy was here but he was older now. Yomia was wispering things in to his ear... The boy seemed very happy and was raising his hands to cast a spell. Yomia backed away and the boy moved his hands in a circular motion and a blue light covered the boy and it went away. Suddenly another change of location...

Tyjet found him self looking over a dead body on the side of a road... It was no one he knew... Tyjet looked up and was shocked to see himself standing ten feet in front of him... That little boy was me... Sudenly another flash and Tyjet stood indoors somewhere.

Tyjet looked around and saw he was by himself... He scaned the room and recognized it immediatly... Yomia's private quarters... Suddenly the other Tyjet charged in to the room, he lookd very upset. Yomia followed close behind. Tyjet watched as he saw himself argue with one person he had trusted all his life. Tyjet lifted some papers from the table and threw them at Yomia "What are these!?! You were using me to cover up a murder!! I thought I could trust you... You were like a father to me... I hate you!!!" Tyjet watched as his other self ran out the room... Yomia knelt down and picked up the papers and started to cry...

Then everything went black... Flashes of images started to appear...

Then saw around him a female wood elf, a deadric covered argonian, a majestic cat, a dangerous looking orc, and another argonian laying on the ground. He was back... Then a farmilar face came running in his direction... it was a good friend, his battle buddy Isaac...

Luthin flared up in indignance. "How dare you speak to me in such a way little man?" He motioned and the daedra suddenly vanished into the darkness. He reached into his robe and brought out a red crystal, about the size of a fist.
"You will learn to have respect for your superiors mageling!"

With that, he closed his eyes and held out the crystal infront of him. Arodom moved to grab the crystal but found himself unable to. Fixed to the spot by the red crystal's power. Luthin gritted his teeth in concentration and suddenly, red light shot away from the crystal in all directions. The shockwave hit Arodom and he cried out in pain as he felt as if the shockwave was ripping each cell from the next.

Suddenly, the solid darkness that was under his feet turned into the gaseous darkness that surrounded him. He fell and the red light followed him, battering his senses. The last thing he saw before losing conciousness was the rapdily distancing smiling face of Luthin.

He landed on the grass with a thump. He opened his eyes and saw the people that he had helped fight off the daedra with in the distance. He tried to call out to them for help but suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable hatred rise up for them. He remained lying on the grass, waiting for all of his senses to recover from the shock.

Duriel woke and jumped to his feet but quickly fell back to the ground.

He looked at the hooded man. The man looked very evil at the moment, something that confused Duriel.

"Whaat isss wrong wittth the hooded mann?" He asked Tyjet.

"I have no idea..." he wispered to Duriel. Tyjet looked over to Eiade. She had helped to take care of everyone. Everyone was looking ok. Most people were staring at Apache's back. He had a large scar, but Tyjet couldn't see from this angle what it was.

Tyjet counted and noticed we were missing someone... it was Arodom... Then Tyjet saw some movement in the wilderness and he saw Arodom. He looked tired, but something wasn't right... Arodom didn't look the same. He looked troubled...

Tyjet tried to get up but failed to even get on his side. He was wiped out. He just layed his head back and closed eyes...

OOC: WE DON'T KNOW HIS NAME. It doesn't matter if you're only narrating it, because you are speaking from your character's point of view.

IC:

Eiade remembered that she had to collect her throwing daggers. She walked up to the body of a bonewalker, and, fighting to restrain her gag reflex from the sight of the deformed corpse, pulled the steel weapon out of its eye socket. She walked over and collected her second dagger, (ooc: i don't remember where i threw this one. in fact, i'm not even sure if i even threw it. this is just in case. I am equipped w/ 3 steel throwing daggers) then walked over again to Tyjet, who was now awake, and sat down. She wiped off and cleaned the small daggers with leaves on the ground, and stuck them in her belt line in the back of her pants.

There was rumbling in the bushes, and she could see that the man in black had returned.

Eiade stood up and looked tensly at him. He looked different from when they last saw him. She didn't know if it was fear or anger. It could be anything. She had already distrusted the man, so this was not helping. She discreetly pulled out a throwing dagger and concealed it in her tied up hair.

Apache opened up his eyes. He found himself laying on his back, he tried to remeber what happened but he couldnt. He sat up and looked at Eiade

"who are you and were am i?"

Has-Big-Axe finally managed to gather back together all of his armour. He out it all on and put his various pouches where they normally went on or in the armour.

Has-Big-Axe looked over to where Tyjet, Duriel and Eiade were all looking. He saw the aproaching figure of the hooded man in black. He was about to call out to him but realised that something had changed in him. His instincts immediately told him that it was a change for the worse but he tried to ignore that feeling.

Seeing a piece of metal in Eiade's hair, Has-Big-Axe was shocked and started to tell her when he suddenly realised what she was doing. She was hiding a throwing dagger in her hair. Under normal circumstances he would have laughed but Has-Big-Axe knew that Eiade must be feeling the same about the hooded man as him. He decided that she had had a good idea and slipped his hand into the pouch with his daedric darts in. He felt them and counted only eight of them left. Eight daedric darts would fell the mightiest of foes but he felt underarmed, underprotected and vulnerable. He had never felt so before, especially wearing his heavy daedric scales with his axe slung across his back and his darts ready to be thrown.

He overcame this strange feeling and called out to the hooded man when he approached near enough,
"What is your name... friend?" he hesitated after calling the man 'friend', "You fought well against those foul creatures. We feared that you were dead. Where have you been, i saw you vanish before my eyes!"

Apache looked at the party curiously. He had no idea what was going on. So he remained sitting on the ground he could tell that the party was tense at the arrival of the man with the black robe.

"skooma" he muttered to himself while rumiging in his pckets

"My best guess is Oblivion...maybe." muttered the man. "My name is Arodom. I am a dark mage."
Arodom looked at the sentence burned in Ken.
"Nice tattoo." said Arodom. "So what what happened to every one else while I was gone..in fact, how long was I gone?"

" do you carry moon sugar?" Apache asked Arodom.

He still didnt know were he was or how got here. The effects of the staff had not yet left him

"...I'm sorry, I am not addicted to a substance, only weak creatures are." said Arodom.

By this point Isaac was beyond wondering what happend to his party. All he knew was that they were tired and needed some potions. He pulled out as many healing potions and fatigue (whatever you wanna call restore fatigue potions) potions asa he could find in teh oversized sack. He gave them to Tyjet and Eiade, hopeing that they would help.
"Duriel, do you need anything?" Isaac asked

" I am not addicted" Apache claimed

" its a hard life without a hard drink"

OOC: ill hvae you all know that ill be at my friends lake cabin this weekend. Thies means no plumbing, no tv, no shower and most importantly no computer
so i probly wont be posting till late sunday night

Duriel was glad to see his friend Isaac but this could not shake the uneasy feeling he had towards Arodom.

"No thannksss; by the way, whatsss your impressssion of this hooded mannn?"

"Somethings different..."said Arodom. "I can sense...all of you...but theres something elses..."

"I can sense the staff...I know how...to use it without pain. Yet..something else is different....Eiade, I want you to stab me." Arodom said.

"I'm not gonna stab him," she said. "You stab him." She handed a throwing dagger to Tyjet.
"I'm not stabbing him," said Tyjet. "You stab him." Tyjet offered the knife back to Eiade.
"I'm not stabbing him." She said. "I don't wanna stab him. Are you gonna stab him?"
"I am so not stabbing him."
"We aren't gonna stab him."

There was silence. The party looked at them with bewilderment.
"...Oh, fine," said Eiade. "Are you sure about this??"

The man in black nodded slowly.
"...Well... Alright. It's not my fault if you die." With that Eiade took up the steel throwing knife and gripped on the blade. She hesitated, then winged it from across the clearing, and it hit him firmly on his left breast, penetrating deep within the chest cavity. Eiade gasped and put two hands over her mouth.

"Now watch..." said Arodom slowly in a hushed voice.

OOC: as if we weren't watching before.

Duriel stared at Arodom in amazment. He had a dagger sticking out of him but he didn't even seem to mind.

Feeling very tense he grabed his flask and took a swig.

He felt better and continued to watch.

OOC:

@Evilsincarnation: Its Apache with the message burned in his back, not Ken.

IC:

Has-Big-Axe watched in horror as the dagger slowly disintegrated and turned to dust. It disappeared and left still a gaping wound. Arodom winced and he looked down to see a trickle of blood from his chest.
"Damn!" he said, "Not quite as good as I thought"

He motioned and chanted and tried to cast a healing spell and after several failed attempts, he succeeded and the wound closed. He wavered and looked hesitantly as the party. He seemed to make up his mind and shouted at them,
"Its nothing. I kill you now!"

He summoned a Clannfear but suddenly a black column of smoke rose from the ground around him and when it dissipated, he was gone. The Clannfear remained however. It charged at the party and ran straight into the chop of Has-Big-Axe's axe. It fell dead to the ground with its head cleaved in two before vanishing in a swirl of magicka.

Arodom opened his eyes to find himself back in the shadowy Oblivion from whence he had come. He looked up and there stood Luthin. "FOOL!", he said, "Did you think that you could defeat them on your own?! I didn't give you a portion of the crystal's power for you to go and get yourself killed! Go! And get help this time!"
Luthin disappeared from his vision and he felt that he was falling again. Suddenly, the darkness was replaced by trees and verdant countryside. He looked around and saw a village in the distance. He decided to walk towards it.

Has-Big-Axe looked speculatively and his companions. "He's not here to help us anymore certainly." he said, "Luthin has likely corrupted his mind".

"Well that sucked...thanks for putting me in the best place to get good help! A freakin l ittle village."

Arodom looked around... he needed to be in a place where he could talk to some strong people.

"Well i guess I can get directions to a good place here..." thought Arodom.

OOC:Ok, I'm back in town. I won't post anything untill I read the entire thing, I could mess up the story. When I'm finished I'll get back in the story, so don't worry.

Edit:I've read it all and I'll get in the storyline again very soon, I'm just going to let you people move a bit, then I'm back, and I'll probably introduce another character, maybe two. Well go ahead and play a bit, then I'm in.

"Forget him," said Eiade. "Let's get moving before we have anymore rude interruptions." Eiade put on her travelling belt (ooc: it's like a leather belt with pouches holsters for weapons, and small loops to fit throwing projectiles), and made sure everything was still there and ready to go. She was one throwing dagger short because of the man's newly found Luthin-esque powers. Curses.

Eiade tied down her dwemer halberd to her back, and she was outfitted to finally start travelling again. She helped Tyjet to stand up. He seemed well enough to get going again. He began to gather up his alchemical tools (ooc: i don't like saying 'apparatus').

She walked over to Apache, and helped him stand up, giving him some marshmerrow to help his scars and some saltrice to get him some energy to travel.

"I'm getting sick of the sight of this meadow," she said. "Let's depart with haste."

Ken smiled, he still sat on the ground. None of it surprised him. He had seen plenty of such things in the past. "Heh, betrayal, or was it planned the whole time? A weak attempt, whatever it was." He stood up. "Well, he's sided with Luthin, hasn't he? He's an enemy, if he attacked us. And all of my enemies must die. I show no mercy towards him, if he's after us still."

"Has-Big-Axe!" Élsúch came limping out of the forrest, followed by two other elves.
They all had clothes that were soaked in blood and dirt, Élsúch's left arm was bleeding heavily and his right leg was also damaged and soaked in blood, one of the other elves had a deep cut over his stomach and the last one could barely stand straight because of the long cuts on his back and arm.

"You have to get away from here fast, there are evil beings that I have never seen around here, tall, cloaked men that take almost no damage from our attacks." he said while tryin to stop the bleeding from his arm with a rag he had ripped off his dirty shirt. "We managed to kill one of them and then escape, atleast I think it died.. anyway, that doesn't matter, we must hurry if we want to survive much longer!"

The two elves that had been waiting a few feet behind Élsúch now came up to him and exchanged a few words in their native tounge, then the one that seemed to be the oldest of them hurried back into the forrest with his bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. "What happened here?", Élsúch asked and looked at the group and the remains of the battle.

Arodom walked into a tavern in the small town and looked around. It was full of commoners and city guards, no one that would be able to help him. He went to a table in the corner and sat down and called for a bartender.

"Yes sir." said the bartender who came over to the table.
"I want som flin." said Arodom.
"That'll be 20 drakes." replied the man.

Arodom focused on the man and cast a dominate mind spell.

"I think it would be better free...don't you?" said Arodom.
"Oh...certainly sir." said the bartender and he went to get the flin.

OOC:Since nobody answered in two days(I can't wait anymore, I've been away for a month and nobody answers my post) I'll keep going, and as I said before, I'll play the other two elves I brought.

IC:Before anyone had the time to answer, the elf that had run into the forrest came back with a hand pressed to the wound on his stomach. "Nothing, not even a sight of the one we killed", he said when he approached. "Are these all your friends?" he asked Élsúch and inspected the group. "Lamtár", he introduced himself to the companions and took a bow, but quickly stood up again since the cut made itself reminded.

"Is everyone going to aid us destroy that staff?" he asked and inspected the people sitting and standing around him. "Or is this simply a gathering point for adventurers?" he continued with a doubtful look on them all. "Be quiet Lamtár" whispered Élsúch and layed a hand on his shulder. "We must still hurry from this spot before those.. things return", he said and watched over his shoulder towards the trees.

Duriel thought this an appropriate to speak up.

"I travel for wealth. If that means the dessstruction of this staff than so be itt. We have fought things similarrr to what you havve. They are Daedric warriors summoned by Luthin, a darrrk mage who wishesss to possessss the staff."

"Luthin?" whispered Élsúch. "Luthin is still alive?"
Élsúch sat down on the ground and layed his head in his hands. "Then it must be Luthin who.." his voice faded away and he gave his companions a worried look. "Who is this mage that you speak of?" asked the last elf, he had kept quiet until now, but he watched Élsúch and sat down next to him. "Luthin worked for the original owner of the cursed staff, and now it seems as if he wants the damn thing back.." answered Élsúch while rubbing a handfull of plants against his wounded arm. "He is also the one responsible for the destruction of our village. Atleast it seems like he is the one."

Lamtár, who was now rubbing plants against his own wounds, looked terrified and dropped his bow. "So that's the reason my family was slain? That damn staff! I say we use it against this madman, was it Luthin you called him?" he muttered.
"Be careful of what you say loud and what you think to yourself, I happen to know that the last person who wanted to use the thing against him became a slave under his will and ended up killing his own brother" said Élsúch with a look at his friend. "Could we please hurry from here, I've got a bad feeling about it", said the younger elf, he was also rubbing a few plants on his wounds. "Tarkél", he said and bowed.