Leidenschaft

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

15th of Sun’s Height
Ferrand Bellemont
Siege Camp outside Wayrest, Greater High Rock

Ferrand’s flowing cloak billowed behind him, purposeful steps bringing him towards the tent designated for meetings between the lords-marshal and their subservient captains. Word had come to him by messenger boy that the lords and fighting-ladies and their captains had come up with something ingenious to speed up the process of sieging Wayrest and getting Gregory Bellemont onto the throne. With no living heir to the Valois holdings, their annexation into Daggerfall’s realm would be seen more as something of necessity that the High King of Greater High Rock simply must do to keep stability in the realm and who better to put up as Lord-Protector than his own son, whose skill as a ruler had been instilled in him by Ferrand himself? It all made sense.

And that was what he wanted. His musing ended as he stepped through into the confines of the tent, his steely eyes being cast upon the lords and ladies of the realm who had taken up sword and shield when he called. He took his seat at the head of the table and still, they remained quiet before Ferrand cleared his throat and spoke, “I am told that those in this room have something of great importance to tell me. So, out with it.”

“Your Highness,” Lady Vivienne was the first to open up, “The gates will not open for us, we know that much, and even if our blockade captains tell us that Ambrose had escaped, the brigands inside the walls have likely chosen a new leader. We cannot capitalize on a power vacuum if there is not one, but we know of a way to get the gates open.” Lady Vivienne smiled, looking to Captain Ingvar, a mercenary captain from Skyrim, to continue.

“Corkwood. Vests of corkwood, lightly armored men, leather, no metal. They won’t be able to open the gates if they sink and they won’t be able to get inside if they’re clinking and clanking about. Padded cloth and leather, corkwood, they swim to the docks at night, deal with the sentries and slip in dressed like the enemy. Simple task, my men can do it.”

“Very well,” Ferrand smiled ever-so-slightly, “When can this be done?”

“A week, we are having the vests made and they will be done and ready for wearing about that time. Ten men are quieter than an army, m’lord.” Ingvar said.

“Well, justice will be done in a week,” He said, “For Crown and People.”

“For Crown and People!” They all responded as Ferrand rose and left on other business.

15th of Sun’s Height
Everard III
Road to Wayrest from Shornhelm, Greater High Rock

“I hope that Witchman shit didn’t leave the place too untidy.” Everard mused, cleaning his fingernails with the point of his knife.

“I would hope he didn’t,” Narcisse said, “It would give me reason to be even more furious at the man. They say time heals all wounds but all it did to mine was make them nastier.”

“I can relate, O Prince of Camlorn. Had my brothers survived their involuntary exile, I would have joined them in their return, but lo and behold, fate has left only me to take what should be mine,” Everard held the point facing towards the window, appreciating the sharpness of the blade, “I have royal blood, and not just any royal blood, but Valois blood. A little muddy, yes, but Talos became an Emperor and he was probably just a shit shoveler before.”

“He was a general, sire.” Sir Roderic piped in, a lack of armor seemed not to impact the severity of the man’s presence.

“Yes, yes.” Everard waved his blade in the air as if shooing off Roderic’s words.

The caravan made quite an impressive sight on the road, to be sure. Shornhelm’s banners raised high and five-hundred fighting men, knights and men-at-arms as well as footmen and bowmen. A small army under Duke Egan’s command and anyone who’d seen him suited up in his old armor could tell you that not even the Ghost Sea was as wide as his smile. Egan was always a fighting man and before he took the throne, he served as his father’s marshal. Not a whisper of dissent from anyone could be heard when Egan was the marshal and in charge of everything lawkeeping. Most men would have jumped at the chance to be Duke but Egan never wanted anything to do with ruling. He was perfectly happy on the road and in the saddle, armored from head to toe with sword and lance.

Everard would need men of such conviction, men who wanted to kill for him. He’d take anyone who wanted to kill period, so long as he could point them in the right direction. A man has to play his pawns. Although, he thought he was lucky to have his band of merry men when he was trudging through the dirt, cursing Ambrose’s name, but now he was at the head of five-hundred men who were born and bred in Shornhelm to want nothing more than to rip the heads off of anyone unlucky enough to have them pointed in their direction. Everard had a damned wide grin of his own when he first looked out at his retinue.

Now, a few days’ march out from Wayrest, Everard had more to show than plotting and anger.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Cairomaru said
LOOK WHAT I FOUND

Wow, a piece of history... such majesty...

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Dusk said
Nope, my organs just enjoy throwing the occasional coup d'etat.

Ah, sounds horrid. I do hope you feel better though. Maybe you have tiny Zaveed cells orchestrating riots in your bod.

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DOUBLE POST, PLEASE DISREGARD

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Robeatics said
Oh, yeah. I have yet to give the team a formal name, but I like to call them, in order:UrzothDoomed NPC 1Doomed NPC 2Doomed NPC 3

Wow, that Doomed NPC 2 guy sounds very relatable. I'm looking forward to having many adventures with him as we learn about his life as part of an Orcish warband.

Dusk said
As soon as I don't feel like I've been run over by about 5 Indian elephants in parade, I'd be down for that.

Gettin' yer drank on, huh?

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Robeatics said
Hmm, that wouldn't be half bad. I like the idea of a little team of Orcs packed on a boat. What do you all think?

Currently, we all know the hard position Captain Harding is in right now. A bit of a bug problem. One captain that might be around Daggerfall or someplace is THE GREAT CAPTAIN ALAIRE ST. TARLEY AND HIS STALWART CREW OF HARDENED SAILORS. But yea, I'll have to look at the map of Hammerfell and we can work something out. Hop on over to our PM convo and I'll show you the map and we can plot and scheme.

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Cairomaru said
I was literally in a coffin when i first read Soul's plot summary.And every time i read our CS's, i feel the need to revamp Sion's so his is on par with everyone else's due to how awesome they areEdit: Also, stating this again. Fuck Five Night's at Freddy's. With something hard. And Sand-papery

Ouch.

And you can make Sion's CS your pet project. Oh, by the way, I'm back, officially and am now free to ruin the freedom you were all going to revel in in Dervs's absence. Sorry. Anyways, Fallout, remember I'm always around to collab and that goes with everyone else in Hegathe's Old Mosque.

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Nyxella said
^unf. Dat She-Hulk. Welcome (back?) Robeatics! Shut up and take this applause like the Son of Sanguine you will soon become in Vegas. That gave new meaning to 'LOL'.Dervs is on vacay and no one has gone absolutely mad with freedom-lust yet?!Posting to kill death rumours. I will make Thyra do stuff soon.

SOON.

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Voltaire said
Ahh, good ol Vegas, my old stomping grounds. I miss that place.

As do I. Used to live there as well!

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Posting this from Las Vegas. Battery low. Foreigners handing out what look like prostitute trading cards on the street. Half naked showgirls on the street. People drinking in public. Me drinking in hotel room. This place is strange and foreign but I feel a certain pull to it. End captains log.

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