Nelithuun sat outside the mouth of the cave. He watched into the forest, the swirling snow, the rustling branches, the bustling animals. He concentrated on all of it. Then he closed his eyes, now focusing on the noises around him. He began a meditation technique he learned long ago. The technique would allow him to have clairvoyant visions if done properly. He breathed in, and out, not heavily, but not softly either. It was just right to keep him in balance. He sat, and eventually it all melted away, the wind, the rustling, the biting cold, and instead he heard the thudding of feet, scratchy voices hidden in the dark, then the visual came in. Eyes floating in the shadows, no light. Then he looks up. Glowing mushrooms and stones. A stalagmite grouping extending from the ceiling. A familiar face, that of an Alyied. Veabris. He found the others. Then a sharp pain, a headache, a ringing in the ears. He turns to see a Falmer. One of great arcane mastery. A bright flash distracts him and he loses focus, coming back to his place.
“Ralund. Ralund!” He called. “Zu’u mindok kolos nust los!”
A Long Way from the Mead, Again
Players
paarthurnax
Fronlaasfrin
Kronvullok
OED Kaldmit
Ruvgein
Vahdin Eroljan
Zinrahzul
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Fronlaasfrin November 30, 2018 |
Nelithuun sat outside the mouth of the cave. He watched into the forest, the swirling snow, the rustling branches, the bustling animals. He concentrated on all of it. Then he closed his eyes, now focusing on the noises around him. He began a meditation technique he learned long ago. The technique would allow him to have clairvoyant visions if done properly. He breathed in, and out, not heavily, but not softly either. It was just right to keep him in balance. He sat, and eventually it all melted away, the wind, the rustling, the biting cold, and instead he heard the thudding of feet, scratchy voices hidden in the dark, then the visual came in. Eyes floating in the shadows, no light. Then he looks up. Glowing mushrooms and stones. A stalagmite grouping extending from the ceiling. A familiar face, that of an Alyied. Veabris. He found the others. Then a sharp pain, a headache, a ringing in the ears. He turns to see a Falmer. One of great arcane mastery. A bright flash distracts him and he loses focus, coming back to his place. “Ralund. Ralund!” He called. “Zu’u mindok kolos nust los!” |
by Fronlaasfrin
November 30, 2018
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Zinrahzul December 2, 2018 |
Slumped against the hard rough face of the rock, Crunzugr repeated his newfound ritual once again. He breathed in and out a couple of times and focused, trying to think deeply and bid his time. Or least he tried. His calf was spasming from his crouched position. He tried his hardest to hone in on the soothing crackle of the embers from the firepit, but that blasted clicking noise in the distance would not go away! Clack clickety-clickety-clickety CLACK! A slight inhale and exhale was followed by more labored breathing. Clickety-clack. The pace of his breathing quickened until something finally broke. “BAHHH! Ahhhg! Daar duraan CLACK! Pah zu’u hon los CLACK CLACK CLACK!” The heads of the other prisoners turned his way sharply. He ground his teeth together for a few moments. “Ahrk kolos un kip?! Pah laani los kip! Dein mu nos mu nuz ofaan KIP uv krii mu voth vosaraan! ZU-U BAH-LOK!”
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by Zinrahzul
December 2, 2018
Slumped against the hard rough face of the rock, Crunzugr repeated his newfound ritual once again. He breathed in and out a couple of times and focused, trying to think deeply and bid his time. Or least he tried. His calf was spasming from his crouched position. He tried his hardest to hone in on the soothing crackle of the embers from the firepit, but that blasted clicking noise in the distance would not go away! Clack clickety-clickety-clickety CLACK! A slight inhale and exhale was followed by more labored breathing. Clickety-clack. The pace of his breathing quickened until something finally broke.
“BAHHH! Ahhhg! Daar duraan CLACK! Pah zu’u hon los CLACK CLACK CLACK!” The heads of the other prisoners turned his way sharply. He ground his teeth together for a few moments.
“Ahrk kolos un kip?! Pah laani los kip! Dein mu nos mu nuz ofaan KIP uv krii mu voth vosaraan! ZU-U BAH-LOK!”
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Kronvullok December 14, 2018 |
Thurin sat at the opening of the cave for some time, patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike. Then he heard a voice. It was faint, but noticeable. Distant and echoing. He recognized it, but he couldn't place it. Thurin decided to head back, as he knew the path to the cavern was safe enough. He wanted to have as many people with him on this quest as possible, and getting help was his best course of action. |
by Kronvullok
December 14, 2018
Thurin sat at the opening of the cave for some time, patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike. Then he heard a voice. It was faint, but noticeable. Distant and echoing. He recognized it, but he couldn't place it.
Thurin decided to head back, as he knew the path to the cavern was safe enough. He wanted to have as many people with him on this quest as possible, and getting help was his best course of action.
Thurin decided to head back, as he knew the path to the cavern was safe enough. He wanted to have as many people with him on this quest as possible, and getting help was his best course of action.
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Ruvgein January 13, 2019 |
Veabris was led away from the others by the woman, brought inside one of the larger tents in a more central location of the cave, and dropped into a chair with none other then that same Snow Elf leader from before standing to the side. Priestess Ayenyll was already on the other side of the tent, standing with majesty and an unseen power resonating from her. The Ayleid met her gaze, striking blue eyes piercing her in an unspoken argument that she countered with the depth of her deep colored ones. Ayenyll turned to the male Snow Elf, speaking in a way Veabris did not understand. The other female also listened, as the priestess was more than just a spiritual leader. The priestess then told the female to leave, as she would be needed any longer. Yet the male stayed. Veabris’s blood boiled when looking at him revealed him to be holding the Ayleid’s staff. He, who still must have been some sort of leader, was taking orders from Ayenyll. And right now, he seemed to be the one telling her all about the staff in his hands, as he raised it to her. “Hi kro?” She asked, her voice gentle and honestly wondering. “Geh.” “Zaam drog los kro.” The male crossed his arms. “Zaam drog, geh?” Ayenyll made to leave, but first turning back to the man. "Dein kro voth su'um, Kynd." Each step she took echoed off the stone until they disappeared somewhere outside of the tent. The male continued to stare at Veabris, not trusting the tanned Mer as much as Veabris trusted him. They played a round of watching each other’s gaze like Veabris did with Ayenyll, each looking for a weakness or a faltering, but neither showed one. He stood and stepped to be in front of the one he spoke with, again repeating his question. “Zaam drog, geh?” He did not believe a word that had been said to him up to now, and so he challenged Veabris’s every word, searching for the truth of why this strange collection of people had stumbled down here. Starting with the only one who could understand them well, they wanted a baseline. The Ayleid’s jaw clenched once, before opening to say what he wanted to hear. |
by Ruvgein
January 13, 2019
Veabris was led away from the others by the woman, brought inside one of the larger tents in a more central location of the cave, and dropped into a chair with none other then that same Snow Elf leader from before standing to the side.
Priestess Ayenyll was already on the other side of the tent, standing with majesty and an unseen power resonating from her. The Ayleid met her gaze, striking blue eyes piercing her in an unspoken argument that she countered with the depth of her deep colored ones.
Ayenyll turned to the male Snow Elf, speaking in a way Veabris did not understand. The other female also listened, as the priestess was more than just a spiritual leader.
The priestess then told the female to leave, as she would be needed any longer. Yet the male stayed. Veabris’s blood boiled when looking at him revealed him to be holding the Ayleid’s staff. He, who still must have been some sort of leader, was taking orders from Ayenyll. And right now, he seemed to be the one telling her all about the staff in his hands, as he raised it to her.
“Hi kro?” She asked, her voice gentle and honestly wondering.
“Geh.”
“Zaam drog los kro.” The male crossed his arms. “Zaam drog, geh?”
Ayenyll made to leave, but first turning back to the man. "Dein kro voth su'um, Kynd." Each step she took echoed off the stone until they disappeared somewhere outside of the tent. The male continued to stare at Veabris, not trusting the tanned Mer as much as Veabris trusted him.
They played a round of watching each other’s gaze like Veabris did with Ayenyll, each looking for a weakness or a faltering, but neither showed one.
He stood and stepped to be in front of the one he spoke with, again repeating his question. “Zaam drog, geh?” He did not believe a word that had been said to him up to now, and so he challenged Veabris’s every word, searching for the truth of why this strange collection of people had stumbled down here. Starting with the only one who could understand them well, they wanted a baseline.
The Ayleid’s jaw clenched once, before opening to say what he wanted to hear.
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Fronlaasfrin January 28, 2019 |
As Nel searched for Ralund, he was forced to leave the cave after searching every inch of it to no avail. The wind outside was harsh and unforgiving, but Nel pushed on, knowing that Ralund wouldn’t survive long in this. He came across a fallen tree, and saw an arm draped over it. He ran to the entity it belonged to, and found Ralund, frozen in place, but not very cold to the touch. It was then that Nel saw the splash of poison on his neck and face. Frostbite venom. Nel stood Ralund on his feet and dragged him back to the cave, while keeping a vigilant watch for the dreaded spiders. When he returned, he shoved Ralund in a corner and draped a wolf pelt over him to keep him warm. Then he went to find Thurin. |
by Fronlaasfrin
January 28, 2019
As Nel searched for Ralund, he was forced to leave the cave after searching every inch of it to no avail. The wind outside was harsh and unforgiving, but Nel pushed on, knowing that Ralund wouldn’t survive long in this. He came across a fallen tree, and saw an arm draped over it. He ran to the entity it belonged to, and found Ralund, frozen in place, but not very cold to the touch. It was then that Nel saw the splash of poison on his neck and face. Frostbite venom. Nel stood Ralund on his feet and dragged him back to the cave, while keeping a vigilant watch for the dreaded spiders.
When he returned, he shoved Ralund in a corner and draped a wolf pelt over him to keep him warm. Then he went to find Thurin.
When he returned, he shoved Ralund in a corner and draped a wolf pelt over him to keep him warm. Then he went to find Thurin.
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Zinrahzul February 12, 2019 |
... He held his neck out and grinded his mouth tusks, every once in a while glancing at every which way. Still no response. The rest of the party with him only shifted uncomfortably before settling down again, and still the clacks continued.. Harrumph. What was it going to take for someone around here to do something? Crunzugr closed his eyes, searching for something, something. Without opening his eyes he took a deep breath and crooned. "Fin wuth los grohiik. Onik ah dein ok miin, Nuz mey mah ok miin ahrk los duaaaaaan. Drog tol ni huzrah I du'ul ahrk heim-kiim, Ni los drog fah tiid lingraaaaah. Fin grah los kronaan Ahst kiir ko fin bahlok, BAHLOOOOOK! Fin Ogiim wo beyn ok heyv, Ahrk Ogiim wo meyz ahzid Ko ok dreeeeh, kip fin gein viidooooost. Ogiim mul voth ni suleyk Kron voth Ogiim dwiin ol Fahdooooon. Kendov voth nid kein onikaan Ahtiid fin zok lot qah Orin mah ahrk motmah ko fin graaaaah. Ogiim wo beyn ok drog Voth nid krif do daar rel Dreh beyn orin goraan eruvoooooos!" The resounding echoes faded away in the vast cavern and yielded to the sound of clattering, shuffling, and very near screeching of the guard, who was right in front of the Orc, who didn't notice his approach, as he was lost in the moment. "Nid tinvaak!" The guard raised the blunted side of his weapon to strike Crunzugr in the head once again. |
by Zinrahzul
February 12, 2019
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He held his neck out and grinded his mouth tusks, every once in a while glancing at every which way. Still no response. The rest of the party with him only shifted uncomfortably before settling down again, and still the clacks continued.. Harrumph. What was it going to take for someone around here to do something? Crunzugr closed his eyes, searching for something, something. Without opening his eyes he took a deep breath and crooned.
"Fin wuth los grohiik.
Onik ah dein ok miin,
Nuz mey mah ok miin ahrk los duaaaaaan.
Drog tol ni huzrah
I du'ul ahrk heim-kiim,
Ni los drog fah tiid lingraaaaah.
Fin grah los kronaan
Ahst kiir ko fin bahlok,
BAHLOOOOOK!
Fin Ogiim wo beyn ok heyv,
Ahrk Ogiim wo meyz ahzid
Ko ok dreeeeh, kip fin gein viidooooost.
Ogiim mul voth ni suleyk
Kron voth Ogiim dwiin ol
Fahdooooon.
Kendov voth nid kein onikaan
Ahtiid fin zok lot qah
Orin mah ahrk motmah ko fin graaaaah.
Ogiim wo beyn ok drog
Voth nid krif do daar rel
Dreh beyn orin goraan eruvoooooos!"
The resounding echoes faded away in the vast cavern and yielded to the sound of clattering, shuffling, and very near screeching of the guard, who was right in front of the Orc, who didn't notice his approach, as he was lost in the moment.
"Nid tinvaak!" The guard raised the blunted side of his weapon to strike Crunzugr in the head once again.
He held his neck out and grinded his mouth tusks, every once in a while glancing at every which way. Still no response. The rest of the party with him only shifted uncomfortably before settling down again, and still the clacks continued.. Harrumph. What was it going to take for someone around here to do something? Crunzugr closed his eyes, searching for something, something. Without opening his eyes he took a deep breath and crooned.
"Fin wuth los grohiik.
Onik ah dein ok miin,
Nuz mey mah ok miin ahrk los duaaaaaan.
Drog tol ni huzrah
I du'ul ahrk heim-kiim,
Ni los drog fah tiid lingraaaaah.
Fin grah los kronaan
Ahst kiir ko fin bahlok,
BAHLOOOOOK!
Fin Ogiim wo beyn ok heyv,
Ahrk Ogiim wo meyz ahzid
Ko ok dreeeeh, kip fin gein viidooooost.
Ogiim mul voth ni suleyk
Kron voth Ogiim dwiin ol
Fahdooooon.
Kendov voth nid kein onikaan
Ahtiid fin zok lot qah
Orin mah ahrk motmah ko fin graaaaah.
Ogiim wo beyn ok drog
Voth nid krif do daar rel
Dreh beyn orin goraan eruvoooooos!"
The resounding echoes faded away in the vast cavern and yielded to the sound of clattering, shuffling, and very near screeching of the guard, who was right in front of the Orc, who didn't notice his approach, as he was lost in the moment.
"Nid tinvaak!" The guard raised the blunted side of his weapon to strike Crunzugr in the head once again.
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Kronvullok February 20, 2019 |
Thurin treaded carefully back toward the entrance to the cave. He had his axe ready in case of an encounter there, but he hoped he didn't have to use it. Eventually, he made it to Nelithuun, and he let out a sigh of relief. He began to write in the air with his flames, "Un fahdonne los horvutah. Aak. Mu wahl vosaraan." All he had to do now was hope that Nel could read. |
by Kronvullok
February 20, 2019
Thurin treaded carefully back toward the entrance to the cave. He had his axe ready in case of an encounter there, but he hoped he didn't have to use it. Eventually, he made it to Nelithuun, and he let out a sigh of relief. He began to write in the air with his flames, "Un fahdonne los horvutah. Aak. Mu wahl vosaraan." All he had to do now was hope that Nel could read.
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