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R.I.P. neildarkstar. Haven will miss you dearly.
| A Life, Forgotten; The Tale of an Amnesic Bosmer, in Skyrim | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 02:03 PM (397 Views) | |
| Serethil | Sep 6 2016, 06:17 PM Post #81 |
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Nice one! Glad you're back to writing a bit.... |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Sep 6 2016, 07:12 PM Post #82 |
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Going to see Septimus was always a difficult task for me, ugh. Good reading though! :) |
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| Kane | Sep 6 2016, 07:49 PM Post #83 |
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Thanks! Things have finally calmed down at work, now that the students are all back. The busy season has passed.
Seppy is crazy but I kinda like him lol. |
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| Areial | Sep 7 2016, 12:40 AM Post #84 |
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Et'Ada
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:clap: Always fun it is...to deal with Septimus. |
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| Kane | Sep 8 2016, 02:25 PM Post #85 |
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Today was a little crazy, but I should have time tomorrow to write some more. |
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| Kane | Sep 15 2016, 09:21 AM Post #86 |
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Entry #17 The two men sat huddled around a small fire they managed to ignite inside a rundown cabin. The journey was treacherous, but they had persevered through the trolls, bears, and wolves that plagued their journey to Alftand. The point of puncture. Marc seemed to have a nervous look about him....and that worried Khalor. "Something on your mind, friend?" Marcurio glanced up, "Ah, yes, I suppose you could say that. I'm worried what we will find inside. These Dwemer ruins usually involve dealings with the Falmer." "Falmer? What's a Falmer?" "Sorry, I still forget sometimes that you don't remember most things. They're horrible, twisted creatures that dwell in the deepest depths of Skyrim. Brutal, deformed savages that prey on anything foolish enough to venture down into the depths of the earth," said Marc. "Can't be anymore foolish than some of the other things we've done," said Khalor. "I guess we'll see." A few hours later, they rolled up their packs and made way down into the glacial ruins. A small cave opening marked the way in, and the two men ventured in with torch's ablaze. Everything felt....wrong. Immediately they could tell something foul was at play, especially once they began hearing a deranged sort of chattering, emanating from further in. Khalor and Marc soon rounded a corner to find a Khajiit rushing them with an axe. They quickly put him down, and moved further in. Fighting their way through the dwemer constructs was tricky, but the combined efforts of Khalor's sword work and Marcurio's magic led them through without harm. Eventually they came to a ledge, where the ramp had broken off and fallen. "Do we jump?" "Aye," said Marcurio. "Nothing else for it. As the landed with a slight thud, they were immediately set upon by some mysterious creature. It fought savagely with a strange axe imbued with some kind of poison. Once it was felled, Khalor knelt to examine it. "What a strange being. It almost looks elven." "Quite astute, Khalor. Scholars believe them to be the remnants of the Sow Elves." "Snow Elves? "Later. I think I hear more of them...." More was understatement. There were hordes of them in this dark and foul ruin. After resting for a few hours, Khalor and Marc were underway again, fighting when needed, and evading when possible. Alftand never seemed to end, and neither did it's supply of foes. Eventually they made their way to some kind of open cavern dubbed a 'Cathedral'. They eliminated the Falmer nearby and set about to open the large gate in their path. Marc found a lever on the balcony above that did the trick, and the two made their way in. Khalor was checking out a mysterious blue rock formation when it happened. A sudden burst of steam and the clinking of pistons caused them to quickly ready, as the massive automaton stepped out of it's gantry with it's sight set on them. The ensuing battle was lengthy and perilous. Thrice during it's course saw the near death of either Marc or Khalor and it took all the skill they had, combined with luck and plenty of healing spells to bring the behemoth down. Exhausted from the fight, the duo slumped down against the wall to finally catch their breath. "Let's never do that again," said Khalor. "No arguments here. That was worse than the Falmer. Here, drink this." Khalor snagged the stamina potion Marc chucked at him and took a few deep swigs from it. "Much better, thanks. Should we--" Khalor stopped, mid sentence and motioned for Marcurio to come over. "What is it?" asked Marc. "Voices. Up there, behind the gate. Marcurio nodded, and they rose up silently and continued on through the gate. There was two people gearing up for a fight, across the dais. Khalor tapped Marc on the shoulder. "Let it play out. We're better off having to deal with only one of them, and maybe we can reason with the victor." "Agreed." Marc motioned to the column on their right. "Let's wait back here." It wasn't a long fight, and the woman quickly came out on top. They stepped out of the shadows to try and have a word with her, but she immediately attacked them. Together they once again made short work of the fight and Khalor ended up with a new shield. "Be careful with those spikes," said Marc. "I don't want you stabbing me in the ass by accident." "Oh, you'll be fine. Did you notice the podium? I think that's what the sphere is for." "Well, give it a try, then." Khalor laid the tuning sphere into the receptacle. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but quite suddenly, the floor began to rumble and the tiles beneath their feet dropped down to form a staircase leading down even further into the earth. "How much further down can this place be?" |
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| Serethil | Sep 15 2016, 09:29 AM Post #87 |
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Et'Ada
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Great descriptions! I very much enjoyed the read - haven't done it myself since early Verinne, but I do have a mage I'm working on, may have to do the whole questline on her, and then go on to Dragonborn (since I'll at that point already have one Elder Scroll). Um, the whole mage questline, NOT the MQ, that is.... |
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| Areial | Sep 15 2016, 09:31 AM Post #88 |
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Et'Ada
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very nice :teehee: No shield bashing Marc's butt... |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Sep 15 2016, 06:47 PM Post #89 |
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Great read Kane! Don't let them sit on that shield either, lol! Alftand is a tough, long haul...I haven't done it in sometime, thanks for the memories! :D |
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| Kane | Sep 16 2016, 03:00 PM Post #90 |
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Entry #18 Blackreach was an understatement. The darkness stretched to nearly every corner, making it near impossible to guess it's size. The only discernable light came from massive luminescent fungi, and a large orb hanging a good bit away. "Marc, I can't see a damned thing. You got a torch, by chance?" "Nope, but I do have a spell that will work for us. Hopefully it doesn't go out during a fight, though." A ball of light appeared in front of them, and hovered along ahead when they moved. "So, what do you think?" "We could use a break after that fight. Let's head for that structure over there," said Marcurio. "Watch your step, and keep an eye peeled for Falmer. There's no way they aren't here." Khalor nodded, and they set off across the road. A Falmer and a Sphere beset them near the door, but they were childs play compared to what they had been through. The door swung open to reveal a modest living space, complete with an alchemy station and a skeleton. "Isn't that just lovely," said Khalor. "It could be worse. At least it isn't recent. Check that journal, maybe it will tell us who this poor sod is. I wonder what the deal with this plant is..." Khalor knelt and grabbed the worn journal on the floor. "Sinderion. Definitely an alchemist on some kind of research expedition. Looks like the Falmer did him in. Do you have an interest in plants, Marc? He seemed to think that red Nirnroot was something special." "It's definitely unique. I've not heard of any other types, until now. Maybe I'll bring a sample along with us." He stowed the glowing plant into his pack, and took a seat by the fire. "I'll take first watch. Get some sleep." "How the hell am I supposed to get any sleep in a stone bed?" said Khalor. Marcurio grinned, "if that's how you feel, I'd advise you to skip Markarth during your journey's." Several hours later saw the pair leaving the lab to continue on their journey. "I have no idea which way to go, Marc. Can you make anything out that looks like a tower?" "No, not from here at least. Give me a boost up to the roof; maybe I'll get a better view from there." Khalor gave him a lift towards the top, and Marcurio scurried up onto the roof of the lab. He extinguished his light spell and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Khalor's voice rang out from below, "See anything promising?" "Aye. Off in the far corner is an illuminated tower of sorts," said Marcurio. He jumped down from the roof and motioned to Khalor, "C'mon, we'll follow the road, for now." The winding brick road lead them past several more Falmer and even a few Charus, but luckily the Centurion remained in his slumber. Blackreach is an odd place, to be sure, thought Khalor. The glowing fungi grew to towering heights, almost becoming lost in the highest reaches of the massive cavern. More of the odd glowing rock outcrops littered the expanse, as well. They progressed well, and soon came in sight of the tower that Marcurio spotted from Sinderion's roof. It looked promising. "I think we're on the right track, Marc," said Khalor. "We may soon be out of this place, and unharmed to boot." It was just then that a huge, lumbering figure strode out of the darkness. "Marc, go! RUN! It's a Giant!" |
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| Kane | Sep 16 2016, 03:01 PM Post #91 |
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:thanks: I kind of rushed Alftand, to be honest. It was still fresh from the last competition, and I was ready to move past it and Blackreach. |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Sep 16 2016, 04:50 PM Post #92 |
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Maybe, but I really like the interaction between these two. It's the little things, like Khalor boosting Marc to the roof, common things that don't get mentioned in many stories. That's why I like all of the ones here. Shortening things works too, at times, so no worries there. :D I enjoyed the read, and laughed about the stone beds again! |
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| neildarkstar | Sep 16 2016, 06:50 PM Post #93 |
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Another good read. I enjoy doing Blackreach, and Sinderion brings back a strong sense of nostalgia for Morrowind (actually I meant to say Oblivion :)) every time.
Edited by neildarkstar, Sep 19 2016, 08:22 AM.
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| Serethil | Sep 16 2016, 07:13 PM Post #94 |
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Loving it, Kane! Very nicely written, great read, and yeah - it's those little touches I like so much! |
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| Kane | Sep 16 2016, 07:20 PM Post #95 |
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Thanks! I try to let my imagination run free, since I only can play vanilla. |
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| Areial | Sep 17 2016, 12:14 AM Post #96 |
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Et'Ada
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Very nice... Blackreach has always been one of my favorite "vanilla" places. |
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| Rick | Sep 19 2016, 07:57 AM Post #97 |
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Hmmm. I have forgotten more than I Remember. I think I may go back to the beginning and re-read it all without having other stories in mind until I nave caught up again. Septimus Signus....the writer for his little vignette about the nature of the Elder Scrolls must have some understanding or at least an appreciation of theoretical physics. Septimus describes the nature of scrolls as what we might call a transdimensional architecture. Listen carefully to how he says Elder Scrolls 'work' and tries to describe seeing from a direction beyond our 3D view. This is why he is 'mad' hes not a nutter.....in fact he is extremely learned....but his human mind has been exposed you see.....to a view not seeable by a 3D person...is it any wonder hes broken! Daedra and Aedra....live in those higher dimensional realms....the writers understand that too. Watch carefully how Hermaus Mora's eyes and tentacles seem to appear in thin air and then vanish the same way.....an intrusion of a being with more dimensions than us...cutting through our plane of existence. Its not fairy story stuff....its actually the point where higher physics meets philosophy. Fascinating! Extra I was friends with Sinderion....from his days at the West Weal Inn in Oblivion. I had to explain this to Adella in her bio...because of course she had never met him....just another dead guy to her! I get a bit lumpy throat every time I see that skeleton. Edited by Rick, Sep 19 2016, 08:02 AM.
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| Grits | Sep 19 2016, 11:29 AM Post #98 |
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Aw, Sinderion. Sigh. I love Blackreach, but most of my characters get out of there as fast as they can. Love the touch of boosting Marc onto the roof so he could see! |
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| Kane | Sep 20 2016, 08:15 AM Post #99 |
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:) I'm having fun just writing this. I quit playing (again) a while back. |
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| Kane | Sep 21 2016, 12:26 PM Post #100 |
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Entry #19 They barely escaped the swing of its massive club. Darting as fast as the two could, they made their way into the tower and slammed the door behind them. “What in blazes is a giant doing down here?” “I don’t know,” said Marcurio. “And I don’t want to find out. Unless, you want to go ask him...” “Fat chance,” said Khalor. He pointed to a lever, just ahead of them. “Looks like another one of those lifts. Let’s get to it!” A short rise later, they were standing in a circular common room filled with various odds and ends. Another door across from them seemed to lead to a large, open chamber with a strange apparatus near the top. Khalor whistled. “What do you make of that, Marc?” “I haven’t a clue. Some kind of observatory, maybe? Let’s head up to that balcony, it looks like there are some kind of control mechanisms up there.” Once at the top, Khalor placed the lexicon in it’s receptacle and the machine sprang to life. Not having a clue about what to do next, he started hitting buttons until something happened. After a few hits, another pedestal light illuminated. “You seem to be on the right track....hit that one next, “ said Marcurio. A few minutes later they had it. A long cylindrical case lowered down from the inner workings and opened above the center platform. It revealed exactly what they had been looking for, and even had left some kind of mnemonic imprint on the lexicon. “That must be what Septimus was hoping for,” said Khalor, as he studied pulled the cube from it’s receptacle. “Now, let’s get that scroll, and get out of this place. I’ve had enough of this Dwemer ruin and it’s denizens.” They headed down the tunnel below the balcony and found another lift. This time, though, they emerged into a small exterior chamber in the mountains. The weather was not in their favor, as they emerged into a punishing snow storm. An abandoned camp was seated at the base of the ramp, and that’s what Khalor and Marcurio made their way to. The fire was extinguished and half buried in the snow, but the tent was still dry and secure. “Good thing this was here...or we’d be going back inside,” said Khalor. “You’re not getting me back inside there. I’m just as sick of being underground as you are.” Marcurio got up and peered out into the snow filled sky. “It looks to be pretty late in the night. You can take first watch this time, I’m going to sleep.” The next day, they began their trek down out of the mountains. The weather had broken sometime during the night, and the sky was now a clear, sunny blue. The view was vast and impressive, easily allowing Khalor and Marc to pinpoint their location. “There’s Dragonsreach, off in the distance,” said Marcurio. “We’re about half a days walk from Whiterun.” “Do they have a carriage in Whiterun?” asked Khalor. “That’d be a hell of a lot easier than trekking to Winterhold, again.” “Aye, that they do. That was my though, too.” Soon they were coming down out of the foothills, and onto the plains of Whiterun. The rocky outcrops began to thin out and the landscape turned into more of a tundra. It was beautiful and unlike anything Khalor had yet seen, but he still found himself longing for the woods of Falkreath and the Rift. Marcurio gathered alchemy ingredients as they walked, and Khalor stopped to mine the occasional ore vein. About halfway through their journey, they rested in a small grove of trees and munched on a quick meal. “I’m starting to dread our return to the north,” said Khalor. “This weather is much more to my liking. What about you? Have you always lived in the pleasant weather that Riften offers?” “Yes. At least, since I came up from Cyrodiil. I’ve gotten somewhat used to the cold though.... Something about Skyrim does that t--.” Marcurio stopped mid-sentence. “I heard it too,” whispered Khalor. “Sounded like fast footfalls, and frantic breathing...” Quite suddenly, a woman dashed into their small campsite. Her clothes were in tatters and she was covered in muck and grime. Leaning against the tree to catch her breath, she clutched at her side and gasped at them, “Oh, thank goodness! I've been wandering alone for so long, I thought I'd never see another soul again." “Calm down,” said Khalor. “We’re not going to hurt you. How’d you end up out here like this?” "I was kidnapped by these bandits weeks ago. They locked me up in the towers near Mistwatch. I managed to pick the lock and slip out while the guard slept, but now I'm completely lost. Can you help me, please?" “Sure,” said Marcurio. “You’re welcome to travel with us, we’re heading to Whiterun soon ourselves.” She shook her head, “No, thank you, though. Just point me in the right direction. Please.” “Alright, if you insist,” said Khalor. “Whiterun is due south of here. A few hours march that way.” He raised his arm and pointed in the right direction, and as he did the frightened woman let out a shriek of fear. “By the Gods, that tattoo you have! You’re one of the bastards who did this to me!” She ran away from them as fast as she could, off into the tundra from where she came. Khalor lowered his arm, and studied the tattoo again. He had almost forgotten it was there. An ‘M’ and a ‘W’ overlapping. “Uh, Marc... I think I finally have some answers....” |
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