Isaac was almost devoid of the pressence of magic in his body. He drank his 5th magika potion and stashed the bottle quickly. "That was my last one I had." He stated with lack of enthusiasm. " I can make more once we stop but I wont be able to go for much longer." Seraphs body began to falter and Isaacs staff in turn... I cant make them stop, and i cant hold them back... Maybe I have one more potion....maybe I should stop and let them go ahead?...

OOC: sorry but I have to say, I got a new computer!!! that means MW for the computer as well! hahaha! now I can enjoy the greatness of mods... I win!

Tyjet noticed Isaac losing his "grip" on Seraph. Tyjet had been taking sips of void salts and water to keep his strength... It tasted disgusting!! Anyway, Tyjet strengthened his "grip" on Seraph just as Seraph's body got close to the ground. In his attempt he dropped his bottle and it shattered on the road. "Well, damn." Tyjet mumbled to himself. Tyjet only had a few potions. They would need stop soon. They were both low on supplies and magicka. "Here, take this Isaac." Tyjet tossed one of his best potions at Isaac. "That should help for a while... We had best tell the group that we need to stop soon. I am so mentally tired..."

Has-Big-Axe lay down that night thinking things over. Seraph...Seraph....the name was familiar yet unfamiliar, common yet extravagant, homely yet strange. Slowly the Argonian fell asleep. Deep asleep, he dreamed. His subconscious cogitated his conscious thoughts from the day.

He was back in the necromancer's tower. The necromancer faced hima across the room with the Staff at the ready. Luthin cowered behind his powerful master but the gem that he held was an artifact of no small power in itself. Has-Big-Axe and Elsuch and interrupted their ritual to reattach the gem to the Staff. He reexperienced the burning pain as the Staff shot its fire through his side but his dream slowed time and he saw himself from some disembodied perspective falling semi-conscious to the stone floor. Luthin whispered something to his master. Has-Big-Axe fell to the cold stone unconscious.

The dream ended abruptly as the Argonian awoke with a gasp from his dream. The coldness of the night had dulled his senses and slowed his movements and he took some time to sit up and think. Seconds, perhaps minutes but it seemed like hours to the Argonian as he sat thinking about the still vivid images from his dream, images now vivid again in his memory. The Argonian slowly fell asleep again.

The dream recurred but this time, as the pain disappeared as the Argonian disembodied, time slowed even more. Luthin took what seemed like hours to lean over to his master and his lips moved slowly yet surely. The deep tone of his whispered words reached the disembodied Argonian. They reverberated through the Argonian's non-existent skull, "You...use...the...Staff...as...pro-fic-ient-ly...as...that...Ser-aph...who...made...it...mas-ter..."

Has-Big-Axe jumped up from his bed. His cold blood still somehow managed to provide the energy to allow him to spring from his bedroll with such violence. He stood in the freezing night air panting heavily. His cry as he awoke had woken Tarkel who looked up mildly amusedly at the panicked, semi-naked Argonian. Has-Big-Axe looked down at Tarkel and opened his mouth,

"SERA! HUGHN! YUYTIHY! FFTHIAFUD!! JJUJJU!" he shouted, the words tripping over his tongue. Tarkel struggled to keep himself from laughing, "Think before you speak" he helpfully suggested. Has-Big-Axe tried again. "Seraph is...was in league with Luthin and his foul deceased master! I don't want to trust him!"

Edit: I AM LEIK SO RETRADED!!!11one1!eleven!

sorry guys...

OOC: Ok so both groups are going to the same place? So why aren't we camping together?

OOC: dude Tyjet, Has-Big-Axe is with Tarkel and they are going on their own without us. You are with us (us being the rest of the group) traveling to the wise woman of the Urshi(who gives a Sh**) camp. I think. Soooo you might want to edit that post or something. I hope i'm right....I think i am.....

OOC: you are correct, bird-without-flight boy. Oh, and where is our group headed right now anyway?

IC:

Eiade watched as Tyjet and Isaac struggled to maintain focus as their magicka was constantly being drained and then replenished. Their minds couldn't take such fluctuations for much longer. Seraph's body was simply a burden, and Eiade thought it a waste of such fine potions to carry a dead body around. She hummed in amusement as she watched the two down the potions and help eachother out. They looked so awkward, holding out their hands and Isaac his staff, then they took a potion out with some frustration, drank it, then sometimes one of them would lose focus and one would have to bear the whole burden for a few seconds, which ended up in grunts and strains from one of them and apologies and recasting from the other. Telekenesis was obviously a spell that was not meant to be held out for such an extended period of time.

"Ya know," she said to them. "It might be better in the long run if one of you took the body on their back, instead of wasting all those potions. It's better for mages to waste strength than magicka, don't you think?"

OOC:Headed for the camp. Oh, btw, Argonian Thief just told me that his computer is cazy or something, don't count him out, he's still in.

IC:"If it's to much, we'll just have to carry him there", Élsúch said and watched the two wizards attempts to keep the body floating. The sun was sinking down towards the horizon and clouds were gathering.(Yes, it's night, we have to get somewhere)"We should make camp soon.. looks like rain is coming", the elf said and watched the skies.

Tarkél was watching Has-Big-Axe, a bit worried. "I don't know if we should trust him either, he told us himself that he didn't want the staff destroyed, I don't know if he could be of any harm, but it's better to.. wait.. what's that sound?", Tarkél said. They both listened carefully, and there sure were some sounds that didn't belong in a forest. The sounds of heavy armor pieces hiting eachother, the sound of weapons cutting through plants.

The two groups were not very far from eachother, but only Tarkél and Has-Big-Axe were close enough to hear the sounds of a huge man, covered in thick armor made of black coloured glass and with a long daedric sword, mumbling the words of a feather spell. Both Has-Big-Axe and his elf friend heard the man coming towards them, but little did they know that they would soon be forced to either fight Seraph, or run.

OOC: I'm really confused!! Are both groups going to the same place? If so, why aren't we camping together? Are groups very far apart or just a few meters or something? Some one explain please. Just PM me...

OOC: That man is the reincarnation of Seraph. The two groups haven't met yet.

IC:

Has-Big-Axe tensed and carefully unslung his axe. Through hard experience he had learnt to use his axe more effectively than a sword. But this time it would be daedric against daedric, rarely did he see two weapons of such quality clash.

He readied himself for the approaching man and held his axe defensively infront of him. The heavy footsteps grew closer and closer and stopped. There was silence, none of them daring to even breathe. Distantly, an owl hooted. Has-Big-Axe charged forward.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" His axe raised above his head, he neared the figure and prepared to bring the axe heavily on the figure's head.

OOC:

The two groups are Has-Big-Axe and Tarkel and the rest of you.

There are two groups because Tarkel found Has-Big-Axe in the woods and are now travelling separately from the rest.

The two groups were not very far from eachother but they did not know of eachother's presence so could not camp together. Not very far still means several hundred if not thousand yards.

Seraph has a new body. Luthin controls his mind.

Tarkel is a werewolf but is able to control his lycanthropy.

OOC:Err.. No werewolf, mainly various viruses á la Luthin.
And oh, both groups are going to the same wise woman, though they don't know of eachothers destinations. And, yes, you are carrying Seraph's old body, you don't know if he's dead or just seasick. Sorry I didn't post IC, but I'm tired and it's late.

Seraph had returned.
He was now completely controled by Luthin, but he didn't know.
Luthin poisoned his thoughts, so the fear of loosing the
staff was turned into hatred. He hated the ones who wanted to destroy the staff.
And in this blind hate he stepped forward into the batte, evading with
surprising ease the slash of the Argonian. He startet to laugh of joy
because of the new body given him by luthin
"This is great!" he said, as he swayed the sword in direction of Has-big-Axe

Hello everybody. I am sorry for my absence, but I was and still am in the middle of the Florida Hurricane season. When im with power im normally not even home. I will read up the posts as soon as i can, but I just wanted you to know that im not dead or anything.

OOC: Ok, not a werewolf, a sickie

IC:

Has-Big-Axe brought his axe up to block Seraph's sword. The force of the swing stunned him. The sword slammed into the blade of the axe and but the Argonian was knocked backwards onto his back. He quickly sprang back to his feet, shocked by the immense strength of the man.

He managed to deflect another blow from the sword and quickly brought his axe back to swing at the man's legs.

"Thank the Tribunal!" Isaac said as he thought of the near impending rest. "I was not sure how much longer I could keep this up." Isaac stumbled, but regained his balance and his mental grip on seraph tighteed. It was suddenly easier to hold seraph up. Not by much but Seraph had seemed to lighter... No.. Impossible...It defies logic... Isaac was forced to keep his thoughts on Seraph due to the sudden descent of seraphs body. "Damnit...Can we stop now? I, I need a break... I promise to make more and of higher quality potions when we rest but I can't do this any longer..."

Tyjet nods in agreement. "yeah, we really should rest up. I'm low on supplies so Isaac, you better make the potions." Tyjet turned to the rest of the group... "So are we stopping now?"

"Stop, for God's sake, stop!", shouted Élsúch, who had been thinking about other things. "We all need a rest and you two have been working more than the rest of us", he said and looked terrified to have forgotten their needs to rest. He searched his pockets and found only a small piece of crabmeat wrapped un in a piece of cloth. "Seems like I'm running low..", he told thin air and swallowed it all in once and then turned around to look at the others.

"If someone would feel like getting some kind of fire started, I'll do my best to track down some animal or another food source..", he told them and watched the small spots of grass around them. "A lake.. something.. mudcrabs maybe..", he mumbled and turned around again.

"Come on!", shouted Tarkél when Has-Big-Axe's axe flew at Seraph's legs. Nothing happened, except a little shard of the axe that went flying into the night. "What the..", Tarkél mumbled and grabbed the argonian by the arm and pulled him as far away as possible. "Get.. over.. here!", he shouted. The tall man stood there and laughed, laughed into the night, doing nothing to stop the two others.

OOC:

Has-Big-Axe allowed himself to be almost dragged away by Tarkel. He ran the drunken run of an Argonian dazed. Finally they stopped and panted for breath. Has-Big-Axe merely stared in disbelief at his axe. Daedric it was made from, ebony strengthened with daedra scales and imbued with the soul of a daedra. The chip was clearly visible is the middle of the keen black blade. A blemish on the honed cutting edge.

The Argonian held the axe blade up to Tarkel's also startled eyes. The same material that the Argonian's armour was made from, armour that could withstand blows from ballistas, was chipped by the flesh of a man's legs. Has-Big-Axe said in a whisper, "My axe is not dust, that man was not Luthin. He was another of evil disposition but lesser poser".

Thud! Seraphs body landed with a thump on the ground as Issac released his mental grip. Tyjet had simountaneously (sp) dropped him as well and they looked at each other releaved for themselves and that Seraph couldnt feel it. "I'm going to make some potions right now." Issac said as he sat down on a nearby rock and pulled out his apparatus.
After minutes of searching through his pack, he had gotten all the neccisary ingredients for his potions out and began to work. "I'll take requests for things other than magika potions right now, so if you need anything, just ask." Issac said with a fake smile. Inside he really did not want to work any longer, just to lay agaisnt a rock with his journal, writting down what had happend. But his desires must wait he thought. He needed to keep being strong for his group, he could not simply abandon what he promised. Not now, not ever.

With the release of Seraph, Tyjet went over to e tree and lyed down next to it... Tyjet's mind was exausted. he could barely stand. Tyjet's mind was overloaded with spell remains... He couldn't think straight... "Isaac, you make some potions... i'm sleeping..."

Getting over his surprise at being so suddenly reunited with Elsuch, Has-Big-Axe jogged after him and son reached the camp. He looked at everyone else, his party of friends, gathered there.

But something clouded his mind and dampened the festive mood, "I met...we met somebody, Tarkel and I. He had great power..." the Argonian showed the others his axe wityh the chipped blade, "This blade was swung into his leg and it chipped my daedric blade..." Has-Big-Axe looked speculatively at the others, "One of great power, a presence like Luthin but not of him. A power lesser for my axe is intact and not reduced to so much duct like the powers of Luthin are able to".

Ken had not said anything as they were walking. When he realized they were stopping. he let out a sigh. "Well, I guess I'll get a fire going. I like my meat cooked rather than raw, I don't know about the rest of you." He picked up two sticks from the ground and began to rub them together. He stopped. "This isn't working." He unsheathed his blade. It was etched with flame. He struck the stick with the sharp blade of his sword. It immediatly burst into flames, though cut in half. He dropped it to the ground as ash poured onto his face. "Uhh.. fire's ready..." he said with a charred smile. He began to shake the ash off his face.

Seraph wasn't too fast, and his senses didn't turn to normal yet,
so he couldn' make up where they were running.
He searched clumsy the whole area for footsteps or other signs.
Finally he found something, obviously footsteps of someone with heavy
armor, and started slowly to walk in the direction they were leading.

"Right..." Isaac replied to Tyjet as he seemed a little bit more awake now that he was at his Apparatus. It was then apparent that he was getting this new found alertness from a bottle he was taking sips from. As he took them, he closed his eyes tightly in disgust. But when he opened them, the pupils were brighter, and the rest of his eye was a little bloodshot.
"Hey everyone, I gotta favor to ask of ye," Isaac began. "When I'm done makin potions, I'm gonna need yall... to give me some... time to rest." He took another swig. "This stuffs gonna keep me up to make potions but i'm gonna be drained." He continued vigorously as he put off another Magika potion. "If things get too ruff and you cant look after me," He pulled out a scroll of his back robe pocket, "put this scroll in my hand, and... read it. Itl take me to my house in Pelegiad where I'll catch up if I hafta." He began on his next potion...

Eiade sat quietly for a while, thinking to herself.

"I'm just glad to finally be back on track again," she said. "After all those distractions and detours, we're actually able to make a move towards our goal."

She leaned back against the trunk of a tree which was rooted next to the rock she sat on, and began to softly sing to herself a song in Bosmeri. She closed her eyes, pulled out some kresh fiber and put one end in her mouth, and rested her legs.

Seraph stopped. Although his body was a perfect war-machine he still had to rest
and sleep, because of his mind. He had to recover sleep, following them
was not so hard, for he was guided by luthin.

He sat down on a large tree and fell asleep very fast. He traveled
several days to reach the party an was now exhausted.

The dreams were strange.
He dreamt of a large world, unknown to him. The world wasn't finished
yet, but there was a lots of stuff already. He walked around and found
out that the world's name was "Middle-Earth". It sounded strange,
but he couldn't figure out what it was.
He liked the place. It was all done with so many details, effort and strength.
He wondere what kinda geniusses created such a world.
As he was thinking a black cloud appeared in the sky. Everything darkened.
A deep voice said: This is never going to happen!!!

Seraph awoke screaming.
'Must've been a really really bad dream.' he remembered nothing.

He looked around..."Well I slept kinda long..." he said to himself.
Stood up and wen't going on. Directly in the direction of the party.

OOC: Adios MeMod!

Seraph stomped around and found the camp they were resting.
Immediatly he started to attack the party.

OOC: Hello? Are ye dead?

OOC: Looks like I'm the DM again...fishystick, where are you?

IC:

Seraph charged towards the camp shouting abusively. The members of the party jumped to their feet as they heard the noise. Tarkel and Has-Big-Axe recognising the sinister laughter charged together with weapons drawn towards Seraph. The rest of the party, tarried a moment and followed suit behind.

The Argonian's axe thudded against Seraph's head and he reeled backwards. The axe was this time unbroken but so was Serpah's skin. Tarkel stabbed at the man's stomach as Has-Big-Axe swung his axe at Seraph's face. The flat of the blade hit with a crunch and both Has-Big-Axe and Tarkel ran back towards the party.

The rest of the party had loosed a few ineffectual arrows and were running alongside Tarkel and Has-Big-Axe as they ran past back into the camp. They gathered their posessions hastily and sprinted off into the night.

Seraph coughed and spat out a bloody tooth. He rubbed his jaw, it ached where the axe hit him. The attack had been so quick that he had not gotten a blow back. He would have to chase the party. Before his eyes, the world seemed brightly lit even though it was nighttime and everything was shifted to the green. Seemingly floating in the air were faint trails of magicka, each a different colour. Seraph followed the trail of deep green, green almost black - the trail he recognised as that of the Argonian, Has-Big-Axe.

"Wha....?" Isaac said sleepily after realizing what was going on. "I can't...go... bah..." He gathered his posessions dully and put them in his pockets. "I can't, sorry. I'll be back. I promise." With this said, Isaac suddenly noticed his potions on the ground. He used the last bit of Magika in him to levitate the potions up, and move them towards Tyjet. "Here, I"m not going to need them where I'm going." After a wave of his hand and flash of light, Isaac was gone.
...
He fell right onto his bed, with the thoughts of battle still in his mind. Armour and all, he closed his eyes, and time passed...

OOC:Mwahahahaha..*cough cough* *choke*.. err, I'm back! My internet was all screwed up and I finally fixed it! So, back in the story people! And oh, it's Élsúch in the camp, not Tarkél, I know it's a bit messy but that's it.

IC:Élsúch was rushing through the forest with the others, hearing the footsteps disappear more and more as they ran. After some time, they couldn't hear it, not even the woodelves could notice a single noice in the forest that didn't belong there(Sorry it's kinda lame, but it can't be action all the time^^).

They stood still a few moments, waiting for any directions of what was happening, when all was quiet, Eiade whispered to the others; "I think it's safe to go back, if we keep silent, that is". Sneaking almost totally silent, the group made their way back as fast as possible, just to find the camp as they had left it, except a few footprints in the soft ground.

If you guys are abandoning me without saying so, I think that sucks. Anyone either keep playing or tell me you won't.

OOC:What is wrong with you people!? HAVE YOU NO DIGNITY!? Where did everybody go. This thread is empty. *drops pin* And silent. Well I'm gonna post now. And so the rest of you should as well.

IC: Ken leaned against the tree once more. "Pah.. so now what? We wait here? Are we ever gonna move on?" He was fidgeting with his sheathed blade, moving it up and down, twisting the hilt.. obviously out of boredom. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "Well... whatever..." He mumbled to himself before growing silent.

I want to finish Fishey, but we gotta get going or something. It cant just end like that.

OOC:Uh, I know, this is getting kinda screwed up, but if people would just post and tell us that they were still around.. grumph..

OOC: Well and i can't raid your camp all day long can I? ^^

OOC: Gosh, you guys are making me feel bad. Yeah, I guess it was kind of lame of me to just stop posting. My apologies . I have decided to leave the rp. I don't mean to sound rude towards anyone, but to be totally honest, I don't like that the DM's have allowed certain players to change and/or add on to the story in their own little way. It seemed pretty cool at first, but then it turned out to make the rp's storyline just kind of wierd. Again I don't mean any offense and I'm trying to say this in the politest way possible.

Tyjet3 and I are starting up our own rp, if anyone's interested. We have posted the sign-up sheet, called 'War of the Grand Council.' It's been really fun everyone. I look forward to talking with all of you guys on the forums !

OOC:Yeah, this was pretty fun at first, now it's all weird n stuff.. anyways, mebbe I'll drop by your rp.. mebbe..

sorry guys...

*Tyjet pulls Super Shotgun of Death and shots self in face*

Tyjet's angelic body floats up and says, "See you guys around..."

OOC:How very Morrowindish to use your shotgun, and oh, btw, I'll be posting for real soon, don't worry people.

OOC: This is unfortunate I guess, it had a good run eh Fishystick? Perhaps you remember that all these 35 pages started out as a random conversation in General Chat in the Stinking Barfly Tavern? Well, the plot's unresolved but...I guess we ran out of steam...This was an experience eh? And it was healthy for our post-counts! Looking at your postcounts guys, we were almost all n00bs when we joined this thing! We live and learn eh? I guess I'll be leaving this as well then, there's no oomph to the story anymore and yeah, that was a bit my fault that the plot went weird...Now i'll do some other RP maybe.

IC:

Has-Big-Axe looked up, there stood Luthin. He gestured baguely in the air and the Staff appeared in his hand. He laughed as he fixed the red gem onto it and when he had finished, he slammed the Staff down into the ground and suddenly all was dark.

Has-Big-Axe awoke in Oblivion, the daedra smiled down at him. He had lived a full life and he was at rest as he wandered into the endless expanses, disappearing from existence.

OOC: Its been fun. It seems you can go on forever without hitting a wall... (ouch) So... i guess this is it for Everyday RPG... You guys are like my family. Well.. like distant...relatives...2nd cousin twice removed and all that stuff. Or like that aunt that lives in Kansas or somethin'. You know what I'm talking about. If this is truly the end:

IC: The wind blew Ken's hat off his head. He looked into the sky. The stars formed the golden eye of the ritual. With a smile to the heavens, Ken reached down and replaced his hat. He walked away... slowly fading. The undead spirit of Rada Gro-Dairgrosh, of Ken Ralliman, dissipated.. its time outlived in this world...

For now.

"It's not over until Oblivian blackens this entire universe. Try letting that happen."
-Rada gro-Dairgrosh. Ken Ralliman.

OOC:Well, I hoped to get the thing back on track for a few moments, but hey, nothing lasts forever and this is kinda out of control. People, have a wonderful time on the forums, this seems to be the end for our rp thread, it was my first and it was great! Who knows, maybe the thread will get reborn some day in the future, in a year or two, everyone might be back to give it a second try, maybe not.. oh well, it was great playing with you people.

IC:Élsúch watched the Ken as he trailed off, then turned to Tarkél and waved for him to follow. "It seems as we might have failed", he muttered as the skies turned red, then dark red, almost brown. The sounds of daedra echoed through the air and the clouds were disappearing from the skies. "I wish you the best of luck, may the Gods be on your side, though even that won't be enough to save us anymore, or so it seems..", said the elf and turned around to leave.

OOC:Obviously, this ends now, lack of interest, I kinda screwed up the story bigtime to, but then again, who knows what the future holds? There's always a chance that I might make the "Everyday RPG II" someday, this is a quick end, I know, but almost everyone left, not much left to do..