OOC: I'm sorry! I've been real busy!!! ... whooo.. Time for Isaac to post... and oh yeah. Yall gonna hate me for this but i'm going to the beach today untill monday. Contain your anger. i know you'll miss me Fishystick, I know you have enough on your hands so i'm hesitating to give you control of my character. Anyone who posts frequently who wants to play my character for a couple of days just post about it k? oh crap. uh.. i'm just gonna say i was sittin at the camp writting. k?

IC: Isaac looked up from his book when Eiade ran over. He had no impulse to follow, senseing the seriousness in Elsuch's voice. Instead, he kept writting in his journal. Isaac's finger began to hurt because of the way he was burning the letters magically into the pages. He closed the book, shook his hand as though it had been on fire and stood up stretching. "Ahhhhh...." He yawned with a smile. Then his smile was overshadowed by a straight face.

"This has been quite an intiresting adventure and I fear for the future of this party. Strange things are happening and hope to Vivic that he may guide us through this. The importance of this party is great, and no one can deny that. Which is why I think i want to share some helpfull spells with anyone here who wants to learn. Nothing too complicated so that you cant perform it, I just want to share my knowledge with the rest of you." Isaac stuck his hands the pockets of his torn robe and waited for a response.

OOC: I am sorry for my recent abcense. As with FlightlessBird, my power and internet were out for multiple days. I hope that i can catch back up with this in a post or two. Thanks for not killing me. HAHA

IC: Sorrion had seen Eiade running back into camp. She had come alone and due to the fact that she hadnt been when she left, it was a bad thing. What had happened to Tarkel, Sorrion could only wonder until they returned. For the time being he had pulled out a whet stone, and he started to sharpen his sword with the steady grating of the stone his only solace.

OOC: Well I'm stuck in another dimension, with a small hope of finding the party
I'm walking now on a 12 hours trip in south direction, but as it seems not even
half an hour passed since Seraph "died". What should I post?

IC: Seraph was still walking...This whole dimension looked like a blurry version of
the real world. He was not sure if he was walking in the right direction, nor
what he would do when he found the rest, but he kept going....

OOC:Sorry guys, I just started school and I haven't had time to post. So... here's a post be happy.

IC: Ken against a tree with his eyes closed. He yawned. "So what's happening? Why did...? Doesn't matter. Hows everyone else?" Ken said with a smile. "Or..umm..ok let's not talk..." He turned his hat down and fell silent once more.

Duriel had followed the noise of battle after getting seperated from Sorrion. He figured that he was too weak to battle a creature of such great power, so he decided to sit back and watch.

The aftermath of the battle was suprising but Duriel was well experienced with resurection. He was assigned project superviser of the Hlallu's experiments with affordible resurection. The project had failed when they had too many "failures to revive."

He saw Tarkél leaving and decided to follow, but Eiade stopped him.

"He's leaving us for a while, but he'll be back." She told Duriel

"I too had to leave a lot behind for the better of things. I understand." Duriel responded.

He stood by Eiade and the rest ready for more adventure into the unknown.

OOC:Do I sense the I-don't-care-anymore syndrome? Is this getting boring? Post, please post!

OOC: I don't think that we don't care, It's that we need something to happen. We've been in the same area/situation for the whole story. (Meet someone, fight something, rest, meet someone, fight something, rest, so on and so forth)

OOC: I agree with what Uberbender said. We have done different things, but its all so similar. The group needs to move on in our adventure. WE can do things on the way I think.
And if we want to continue we have to do so now. I like the Idea.

OOC:Yes, let's just finish up here, then we're leaving, and I hereby declare that no other monsters, bandits, evil leprecauns or homemade fishysticks, etcetera, etcetera, may attack us before the plan allows them to.

OOC: Whoa really really sorry guys! I just moved in to my dorm and the internet has been retarded! Unexpected delay, 1000 apologies.

IC:

Eiade took Tarkel's two hands into hers, then gave him her kresh fiber bracelet that she had made.
"Keep it," she said. "For good luck." With that, she disappeared into the forest, and trotted back to camp, emotionally distraught.

Tarkél stood there and looked after Eiade, then he pulled the hood over his head and turned around. Élsúch waved for Tyjet to follow him and they left. When they arrived at the campsite, Élsúch didn't really say anything, but just sat down and watched the fire. "Now, we sleep, at dusk we leave again", he said.

The following morning was a crisp clean day. The sun had not risen when Sorrion had awoken, but it was best if they left before sunrise. He moved around camp, trying to wake his fellows without too much of a struggle.
"We should get moving. Make sure you all have your things, for I dont think it would be wise for us to return here any time soon."

OOC:Dude, please double check, "We leave at dusk", and the sun was already rising when Tarkél and Eiade ran off, please double check the last couple of posts.

OOC: Sorry, I've been away for so long. I've been bogged down with homework and drumline stuff. I'll try to fit my char back in.

"Let's get on the road and go. We've had way too many interuptions!" She Eiade. She fastened her belt and munched on some saltrice.

After a long march Seraph stopped and looked around.
He was in the fields near Gnisis.
'Well they have to be here somewhere...' he thought.

He searched half an hour, then he found them, everyone ready for departure.
He tried to scream. 'Hey! Hello?'

No one heard him. No one saw him.
It was hopeless.

He tried to touch them, but a invisible power held him back.

'Maybe i could try to transfer some thoughts...'

He concentrated himself on his thoughts, standing near Elsuch.
'Go to the Wise Women!' He thought it over and over with an immense intensity...

OOC Dissapointing... I've been gone for the past 4 or 5 days (heck, i cant remember) and I was expecting like, 2 more pages of posts! ah well i guess i shouldnt complain cause I read all of the new posts in like, 2 minutes. And as far as not posting goes, I have excuses every time! so Ha! ahem... time to post...where did i leave off...oh yes! And i guess none of yall wanna learn some new magic cause no one responed...

IC: "Time to leave already?" Isaac moaned as he got up. "Well Eiades right, we have been distracted to much. I think everyone here needs to ask themselves if they're willing to do this. We've barely moved far, so all of us need to get our priorities in line right now. All of our personal needs must be on the bottom of our list because once we start moving we cant afford to stop. The Staff must be destroyed because I for one refuse to let such evil taint our world. If you want to leave, do so now. But I'm staying with the group. You all have my loyalty untill the objectives have been executed." Isaac was out of breath as he bent over to pick up his belongings. ("belongings" That word looks really funny.. ) He adjusted his belt and checked for tears in the sachels. He held his staff in one hand and leaned on it waiting for the others.

OOC: Yes, the neglection has increased, but for reasons already mentioned. It is time to move on in the story.


IC:Ken walked forward. "I thought we'd never leave this place. It's about time we got out of here." He straightened his belt, turned his hat up a bit, and looked around the rest of the group. "I'm ready, how about the rest of you?"

Duriel gathered up the few things he had brought along, which happened to be everything he owned.

He stretch his back and unsheathed his claws.

"Lets leave as soon as possible." He said as he adjusted his glass armor.

"Ok, if nobody has any objections, I say we go now. We have a plan of actions so we should follow it. No more stalling, I'm sure there will be plenty of adventure on the way. Now lets go" Sorrion said as if trying to motivate himself.
He had taken a few steps in what he thought was the right direction. Now all we have to do is hike a ways, climb some hills, dodge some badguys, and we are set. This was shaping up to be a lot of fun.

OOC: Look at me, back in England, raining as usual...
Anyway, where exactly on the map of Morrowind are you people? I left with my char walking through the woods in a vague direction so I could meet up with any of you (or a bad guy who i'll fight on my own and end power-posing lol).

IC:

Has-Big-Axe had been jogging through the forest in an effort to catch up with his party. He rested during the night, but not always. Ever since the incident that seemed so long ago where he was caught by Luthin without armour on, he had resolved never to take his armour off unless he had to. He even slept in his armour. The many days he had been running, he had only bathed twice and he had washed his armour twice. He knew that however conditioned he might be, he could not continue life like this indefinitely and several times over the past day or two he had been near collapse but had somehow found a way to struggle on.

He heard noises, screams and shouts in his mind sometimes. Noises such as clashing steel and the thudding of bolts - the sounds of battle haunted him always and the faces of nameless men he had killed appeared to him. Meaningless faces, all with the same frozen expression - terror. Nobody was not terrified at the moment that they die, just that some start being terrified earlier than others. Has-Big-Axe mentally kicked himself for thinking such thoughts and tried to concentrate on running another step, and another, and another. However he could not go on, he had just been running continuously for eighteen hours and his legs suddenly gave way, he collapsed on the damp ground, shaded by the trees. He closed his eyes and rolled around luxuriously in the dirt for a few moments - enjoying the cool sensation on his scales before he turned himself over and lay on his back staring up at the sky.

"WWWAAAAAGGHHHH!!!!" The Nord swung his great claymore and Has-Big-Axe ducked. The Nord took a step back and prepared to swing his claymore again but the Argonian's axe cleaved through his skull. Blood spattered the Argonian's face as the Nord's eyes grew further and further apart and his broken body collapsed on the ground.

Has-Big-Axe awoke and shook himself. Even with his axeblade through the centre of it, Has-Big-Axe could see the expression of terror on the Nord's face. Has-Big-Axe shook himself again and sat up to look about. Darkness had fallen and he could hear the sounds of nocturnal animals and faintly in his mind, below the rushing of blood in his ears, he could hear the cries of men with limbs hewn off. Suddenly Has-Big-Axe pricked up his ears and turned his head to the direction of a new sound. Footsteps it seemed or perhaps it was just another trick of his tired, brutalised mind.

OOC:We're a bit southeast of Gnisis, across the river.

IC:Élsúch grabbed his bow and his quiver, wiped his glowing blade free of mud, then started walking with the others on their long journey around the mountains.
Meanwhile, Tarkél was walking his own way, towards his own target when he heard something. He turned around, listened a bit, then walked in the direction of the sound.

There, he found Has-Big-Axe sitting on the ground, watching him. "You made it out of the prison? How?", he asked and helped Has-Big-Axe to stand up straight. "How long have you been on the move? You look like someone who haven't got a good night's sleep for years.."

Tyjet had almost given up on Seraph... He stood up and got ready to leave the body behind. Everyone was packing up. Suddenly Seraph's body started to move... It was like spazims...

OOC: What in teh heck is a spazim? ^^

Seraph saw that it didn't work.
But he tried it again and again.
He sttod in the mitdst of the leaving party, concentrating
his thoughts only on a few words:
'Take me to the wise woman, take me to the wise woman'

OOC: Thanks

IC:

"Elsuch..." Has-Big-Axe paused as the elf looked at him, "Where are the others? Where is the Staff? Where is Luthin?" The Argonian stood up, heavily leaning against Elsuch's shoulder but then almost collapsed again. "My legs are weak friend, do you have shelter nearby?"

OOC: @ all: Please read more careful. It's a lot easier if everyone reads everypost very carefully.
@Chunky Moose: it was Tarkel who found you, not Elsuch....

OOC:Yeah, it was Tarkél

IC:Tarkél put his arm around Has-Big-Axe and helped him sit down by a tree. "The others are taking their own way and the staff is with them.. what happened to you?", Tarkél asked and started searching his pockets for any food. He found some crab meat and a bottle of water, which he handed over to Has-Big-Axe, then sat down.

Meanwhile, Élsúch had just realized he had almost left the body of Seraph behind. "We'll have to take turns carrying him, even if he's dead, we can't leave his body here to..", he said. He had heard a voice, it sounded like it was miles away, but he had heard it. Something about a woman.. "Sch! Listen", he said to the others and listened carefully.

"If Tyjet can help me with it, we can move him by telekinisis. It might drain our magic but I'm willing to do anything that will ease the parties burden." Isaac said as he straightend himself and looked to Tyjet. "Well?"

eraph noticed that Elsuch reacted on his calling. So he concentrated even more...
"Bring me to the wise Women!!"

OOC: whoops sorry, I'd gotten used to referring to fishystick as Elsuch so now all his new characters are confusing me a bit.

IC:

Has-Big-Axe gave Tarkel a gratified looks and wolfed down the meat and gulped down the water. Within seconds it was gone and Has-Big-Axe began to speak,
"I escaped from the prison in Gnisis..." his voice quietened, "I killed all the guards, I've been travelling for a week." he brightened up again, "Thank goodness we found eachother!"

Élsúch stood there, listening. "Wise.. man.. bring wise man?", he mumbled to himself. "Bring.. bring me wise.. bring me to.. the wise woman?", he asked. "Seraph..?", he said.

Tarkél was watching Has-Big-Axe while he spoke, then thought for a moment. "Did you really kill all of the guards? That would be enough to make them kill you a hundred times over.. anyways, if you're searching for the rest of the party, they're that way", he said and pointed towards the spot he had left them. "You could probably catch up with them if you hurry up, either that or join me.."

Has-Big-Axe listened and mentally retched at the thought of more running through forest. "I'll come with you" he said and paused before adding, "I meant that I killed all the guards that were guarding the prison and all those that tried to stop me from escaping. The death penalty can still probably be removed if you have the right contacts though, I'm quite good friends with Big Helende in Sadrith Mora, perhaps after the Staff is destroyed, I could go there to clear my name." he smiled and continued, "So then, where are we going?"

OOC: Man... no ones posting that much anymore...START POSTING PEOPLE! maybe its the dominion change or something but lets try and get it together ok guys. I dont want this story to stop beacause of loss of intirest... There... I thinki made my point...

OOC: Well Eiade isn't doing anything save running right now, so there isn't much that I can post about. Something needs to happen, either stopping to camp, meeting a traveling merchant, ya know, something of the sort. But no more fighting for a while, we've had more fights than necessary.

OOC: Well...is elsuch the only one reacting on seraph's signs? What else could he do?

OOC:SOrry I haven't been here to write lately, been busy playing CO, well now I'm back!

IC:Tarkél turned to Has-Big-Axe and thought for a moment. "We're going north, way north, I have to find an old friend of mine who might be able to cure me..", he said as his voice trailed off and he turned his attention to a couple of birds flying low over their heads. "You might.. you might have to sleep very easy or make sure I can't hurt you in any way during the night, I haven't been myself lately and I fear this could be to your harm..", Tarkél mumbled and watched the argonian to see his reaction.

Meanwhile, Élsúch was still looking around for the one who had whispered. "Do any of you know of a wise woman? I know I've heard of one who lives at the Ahemmusa camp, but I'm not sure about it..", he said to the others.

Has-Big-Axe looked horrified as he listened to Tarkel's words. After a moment of slience, he spoke, "The Cyrodil refer to it as lunacy. You mean the curse of a werewolf am I correct?" he looked gravely at Tarkel, "You wish to journey to far Solstheim and lift this curse..." he tailed off but continued, "I fought a werewolf once, the thing almost killed me. You are strong though Tarkel, you can resist the urge for murder, can you not?" The Argonian looked slightly worried as he tailed off again.

"Why yes... I do know of a Wise Women at the Ahemmusa camp... I met her a LONG time ago when i still studied under my teacher...Yes i remember her now. I'm not sure if she's still their or been preceeded by another but I believe that would be the Wise woman you seek. Why?" Isaac then stared inquisitivly at Elsuch, although it was clear his thoughts remained on the Ahemmusa camp.

Eiade heard the conversation.

"Well, going to the Ahemmusa wise woman for guidance in our quest would be much easier than trekking across the whole continent."

OOC: Seraph, if we're going to the wise woman and throwing off our whole mission so we can get you back in our party, I will eat your soul.

OOC: ^^ well...i did not say you must save me...and I know its a big detour
but the descision is yours...maybe you could split up? Or just leave me allone,
Tarkel and Has-Big-Axe find me and bring me to the healer they're heading to,
or i get caught by (the meany guy...I always forget his name) and my soul
gets prisioned into a Daedra...

Your descision Fishystick...but decide....the story has to go on.

Tarkél watched Has-Big-Axe and wondered what to say next. "It's not that I'm a werewolf, it's just that.. I don't know, but I'm sure I'm not a werewolf, sometimes, I feel like something is trying to make me do things I wouldn't usually do.. I think I can handle it, but just to make sure I don't go mad, we should seek up a friend of mine at the Ahemmusa camp, she will know what to do."

Meanwhile, Élsúch was thinking about what to do. "Seraph held his part of the agreement, so should we. We're going to the Ahemmusa camp, it's not a long way off our original route", he said. The elf looked around him, a bit confused, then found what he was looking for. "Isaac, did you say that you and Tyjet could move him? It would make the trip a whole lot easier, but if not, I guess we'll just have to carry him."

Still focused in his own mind, Isaac replied, "Huh? Yeah, I can move him with telekinisis if Tyjet will take turns with me. Magic is finite you know..." Isaac trailed off as he readied his staff. He pointed it towards Seraph and it began to glow. Simontaneously, (sp?) Seraphs body lifted off the ground about a foot but it did not change position. He directed it with his staff and said, "A bit heavier than I imagined. Hope i brought enough potions... Let us make tracks. I want to move him like this as far as we can before i have to stop. Good practice..." Isaac smiled at the group.

ooc: ok, So after we cure Seraph are we going along the north of the continent now? or are we going to come back south and trek through the ashland past ghostgate? Just let me know... We had better be going north... I don't feel like traveling thorugh the ashlands...

IC:"Ok, Isaac. Let's do this" Tyjet walked over to Seraph's body and prepared to cast the spell...

Has-Big-Axe looked uncomfortably into Tarkel's eyes. The Argonian began to pace nervously before stepping right up to Tarkel and responding, "Alright. I'll go the Ahemmusa Camp with you. Its better than going to Solstheim. If you do go mad though, I'll..." he found himself unable to utter the next word, he struggled dumb for a few moments before quietly saying with downcast eyes, "You won't go mad. You're strong enough to resist beast".

Has-Big-Axe looked slightly worriedly at Tarkel again before taking out his map and having a look at it. Taking a deep sigh before speaking, "Alright then, let's go. It's this way."

OOC: I would like to apologize forehand for absenses in the next few days. I might as well tell you all the same that Uberbender lives 20 minutes away and Alexander the great live across the street. Hurricane Frances (has a radius of 80 miles I think) will elegidly hit my hometown tomorrow....all day... Yes, thats two hurricanes within 3 weeks. Jolly...more yardwork... So if we cant get on...Uber bend might..I tihnk his powerlines are underground, thats the reason. Just though i should tell you that

Tarkél followed Has-Big-Axe, a bit worried about the journey they had ahead, but he was happy to have found someone he knew. "Tell me.. how did you escape from the prison by yourself?", he said to brake the silence.
Élsúch was getting a bit worried, the forests didn't feel very nice anymore. "We should get moving pretty soon..", he mumbled.

OOC:Ok guys, I will send a PM to everyone who has ever joined this thread to see if they care.. except the guys actually posting and the ones saying why they're away.

Has-Big-Axe was glad to talk as well. "I taunted the guard" he said, "And he tried to kill me, I stole his dagger and killed him though". The Argonian beamed, "then I took the guard's sword and killed the three other guards in the prison", he grinned as he spoke, "and then I took my stuff and ran for it with guards chasing after me. I had to kill a couple more before I got away"

The Argonian's expression became serious, "What's been happening with the Staff? Where's Luthin? Is everything OK with the others?"

Ken had been resting silently against a tree. "The wise... woman? What can she do?" He looked up into the sky. "I follow you guys. That's mainly what I'm here for..."

Seraph was happy to hear the development of this discussion...

Suddenly he felt something.
It was like a warm sphere around him.
He terryfied. It was an aura of pure evil.
Hate, jealousy, fear....all the feelings...he could feel them
rising next to him.
Turning around, he saw a red glowing, blurry shape of a man.

"Hehehe...", the shape mumbled "you are powerful indeed...i could use you!"
The "thing" started laughing again.
After he finished he swiftly packed Seraphs shoulders.
"What in...?!" Seraph thought.
An incredible pain floated through his body.
Seraph screamed helpless, trembling from pain.

Two or three seconds later the figure released him.
Seraph felt numb. He wasn't able to control himself anymore.
What happened to him?

The figure asked him: "Who's your only master? Who will you follow?"

Seraph responded with an implicitness: "You, my master. I will only follow you, my master Luthin.

And with this sentence both disappeared from the location, to be found
in Luthin's castle deep in a forbidden camber (OOC: Still in the other dimension)

"I will give you a new body...a strong, powerful body!" Luthin said.

With a ritual of more than two hours, Luthin bound the spirit of Seraph in another body. (OOC: Now from the other dimension back into a body in this dimension ^^)
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Seraph awoke.
"What happened" he sais as he stand up.
As He looks at his hands, everything comes back; the red sphere
the ritual, the body...

His thoughts corrupted by Luthin he thought:
'Finally a body who fits me'

Tarkél walked slowly next to the argonian and listened. "Well, when I left, everything was fine, except for Seraph.. Oh, right", he said when he remembered Had-Big-Axe hadn't met Seraph. "We met Seraph a few nights ago, I think that he is the one who made the staff, but I'm not sure yet..", he mumbled. "He.. either he died or he fainted when he saved me from death's grip with the staff.. I'm not sure that he should've done it, but what's done is done."

Tarkél scratched his arm before he continued speaking. "As far as i know, everyone else is alright. Élsúch, Ken, Tyjet, Eiade and all the others..", he said before his voice faded away. "Eiade, yes.. I hope she's alright", he whispered to himself.

Élsúch looked at Ken. "I don't know what she can do and what she can't, but she's the one most likely to help us out. So, off we go then", he said. Tyjet and Isaac focused on the target and soon enough, Seraph's lifeless body started floating in the air. The party started walking the long way to Ahemmusa camp. Both groups, Tarkél and Has-Big-Axe in one and the rest in the other traveled for many hours without interruptions before the sun started to go down.