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The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

Tamrielic Gazette: "The finest reports read by kings and emperors, since 2E 137."

Fredas, 2nd of Midyear, 4E 205 this fine week, our journalists traveled far and wide to bring you these news.
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• Due the attention of Imperial authorities, werewolf attacks in Cheydinhal decreased drastically.
• Breton pirate lord Dupont claimed responsibilities for the seizure of Redguard ships, he sent out ransom notes to several Hammerfell nobles, demanding large sums of gold in exchange for the lives of kidnapped sailors.
• Following the Mane's assassination, Elsweyr is now adminstered by an Imperial government. In the last week, over fifty individuals crowned themselves as the new Mane, most of their claims where denied and many were killed by mobs. The Khajiits are divided evenly between pro-Cyrodiil and independent camps, with northern cities on the Imperial side and southern cities (including the Torval) declaring independence. Minor clashes have occurred by otherwise no major battles as of today.

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Alright people, I just wrote out Elsweyr. Since Skyrim and Orsinium never posted, they're gonna be NPCs until someone else decide to play them.

Edit: new issue of Tamrielic Gazette up.

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

Torval, Elsweyr. Adi Tuah (undercover as Mu'fasa) 18th of Second Seed --- Adi Tuah, a Ka Po' Tun mercenary, arrived in Tamriel four months ago with several other hired blades. Since then, he had disguised himself as what locals called a "Khajiit", a feline specie similar to his own race of Ka Po' Tun. It took a while for him adjust to the local customs, for these "Khajiits" possessed vastly different qualities to the Tigers of Akavir. For starters, the Tamrielic cats were sly creatures, thriving on cunning and schemes rather than strength and honor. With that said, the Khajiits were not terrible warriors, in fact, Tuah learned that the many locals practice a highly developed system of martial arts. The cats' real strength, however, lies in their trade networks. For the better part of First Seed, Tuah made efforts to infiltrate various merchants, traders and companies using his pseudonym, Mu'fasa. A week ago, Tuah's effort finally paid off. The leader of the Khajiits, an individual known to the locals as the "Mane" invited various business people to attend a banquet. The Ka Po' Tun received a invitation himself, stating that he was invited to participate in this event and voice his opinion on the alliance between Elsweyr and Cyrodiil. Tuah immediately accepted this invitation, noting a great opportunity to damage the Elsweyr leadership before the invasion. For the next few days, Tuah devised a plan to assassinate the Mane and other nobles. With heightened security, the Ka Po' Tun was in no shape to launch a frontal assault. Instead, he had to rely on indirect methods. The best avenue of attack, Tuah thought, was some form of poison. With little alchemical experiences beforehand, Tuah opted to obtain from third party alchemists. However, simply walking into a potion shop and asking for the strongest poison would no doubt attract unwanted attention, therefore, the mercenary needed a distraction. This was when the skooma riots came in. A fellow mercenary had taken ranks amongst a group of Khajiit smugglers, who specialized in dealing various illegal substances. With a little coordination and more than a little gold coins, Tuah and his comrade distributed large amount of skooma to the citizens of Torval, causing city wide chaos. Amidst the frantic riot, Tuah slipped into an alchemist shop, taking with him two bottles of jarrin root poison.... --- The Mane's Palace 30th of Second Seed --- Disguised as Mu'fasa the Khajiit, Adi Tuah made his way through the Mane's guests, stopping briefly for short talks. He caught on the latest rumors of Tamriel, such as a supposed summit between human races and an upcoming war between some "Argonians" and "Dunmers". These facts would prove useful as intelligence to the main invasion force, but these rumors were simply what they were, rumors. Tuah's primary objective was to assassinate the Mane and his advisers, which would ensure the successful completion of his contract and enough gold to live rich for the rest of his life. "Pardon," a Khajiit guard announced. The guard was standing at a doorway, between the guest area and the brewery. "No one is not allowed to enter the brewery." Shaking his head in mock disbelief, Tuah produced a sheet of paper. "I am the supplier of these wine, it will do you well to follow the Mane's orders." "Apologies," the guard retreated, "This one was not aware of the Mane's orders, you may enter." Tuah smiled mischievously as he went to work. A golden plated barrel was set above the others, for it held the finest wine reserved for the Mane's first taste. Without wasting time, Tuah dumped the content of the two jarrin root poison into the liquor. Although one bottle would probably do the job, two would for sure kill off the toughest of cats. Reaching into his pack, the mercenary took out several other bottles. They were other types of poisons, from frenzy to fear to drain stamina, the Khajiits were in for one night they won't forget. When the Ka Po' Tun finished his job and made his way back to the main area, the dinner was about to begin. Food was brought out along with drinks, with the Mane appearing on the foremost seat and his nobles flanking him. "Esteemed guests," the Mane addressed. "A toast to our new alliance with Cyrodiil." The Khajiits raised their cups in unison, and in a quick second, downed their liquor. Tuah pretended to drink, but instead, merely dumped his wine into a bowl. The Mane was just about to speak again when suddenly, his words stumbled in his throats. On the same que, several nobles beside him, those that drank from the same premium wine, dropped dead on their chairs. The Mane took a little longer, but nonetheless faded from life. From left and right, guards appeared on scene. But for the other guests, their poisons have taken effect. Some were enraged from frenzy poisons and went on attacks, while others, under the effect of fear poison, ran in wild circles, hoping to escape. Tuah took this chance to slip out of the palace and took off straight for the harbor. "Stop!" two guards suddenly appeared in front of the Ka Po' Tun. "There is a murder in the palace, no one leaves." For a brief second, Tuah wondered how such information was transmitted so quickly. But looking over his shoulder, he saw the palace was now in flames. The frenzy potions were strong, perhaps a lot stronger than he had expected. Nevertheless, staying and watch was not to his benefit. "How is that possible?" Before the guards could respond, one of them was already impaled by Tuah's dagger. The other guard tried to draw his sword but wasn't quick enough, Tuah's claws connected with the Khajiit's right eye, sending blood and brain matter across the street. Few minutes later, a lone ship departed Torval harbor under the cover of night. The vessel sailed east, with only one sailor on board...

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Ok guys, lets move on without Scarend, Fisheye and SuperiorZeal. Whatever they have in your country, feel free to decide their fate.

Starting a near future mystery RP, any takers?

Hmm, future LA sounds nice, tell us more about it.

Hark! An Angel Returns.

Wick said
Hello! I am back after a few months and having to reopen my account. I'm looking to write with another good writer. No Pokemon or anime. Star Wars or anything else is okay.

Unknown Pilot said
After a long absence, I have created a new account of the same name, and returned!

Good to see some old faces.

Star Wars - The last light goes dark

5 minutes later, Coruscant sub-level...

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"Dai Yeelo, who's this clown?"

"Hacker, wasn't much trouble before, don't know how he got to the droids."

The group, consisted of three security officers and a jedi, made their way through the underbelly of Coruscant. Guided by specialist Yann's tracking device and Morrin's force detection, they now stood a couple of buildings away from a shady looking clinic.

"Doesn't matter to us," Nya reminded. The sub-levels were damp and foul smelling, making her skin churn in many uncomfortable ways. The Firrereo took off her sweat drenched helmet, cliping it to her backpack while smoothing out her dual tone hair with her free hand. "This looks like the place."

"I should setup over there," sergeant Hemmings pointed to a platform overlooking the clinic. "Looks like a good vantage point."

Nya nodded in agreement. She watched as Hemmings slung his sniper rifle on his back before climbing onto a pipe, traversing a series of ledges and boards, and finally disappeared out of her view. The three remaining members proceeded forward, stopping again in front of the clinic.

"Alright," Hemmings announced. "I'm in the shadows here, got a good sight line on the door but can't see inside."

"That is fine," Morrin noted, he tipped his feline head at the direction of the clinic entrance. A man, with a bionic arm, made his way out of the building. "They are coming to us; let me handle this."

Morrin slowly approached the cyborg man, with Nya and Yann not far behind him. The togorian raised his paw in greeting, while at the same time, channeling the force for persuasion. "Hello. My companions and I are looking for the invaders, force users and mandolorian mercenaries. We believe they have gone through the clinic, do you have any information?"

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Nariata said
Awesome, i'll read and get on Titan

I'll tag along on titan as well.

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

Jangel13 said
their is a big battle going on in my land and the guy doing the battle doesn't seem to be coming back

Well, that's a problem.

Edit: Scarend, Fisheye and SuperiorZeal, you guys better respond in the next 3 days, or zero-sum.

Star Wars - The last light goes dark

Immediately after Anora’s retreat...

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The force of the explosion threw Nya off her feet. Whatever the Mandolorians rigged had definitely did its job, as the turret went up in bright orange flames. Landing harshly on her back, Nya saw a large piece of metal debris flying to her. She inched back as much as she could while throwing up her arms to block the incoming object.

The debris never hit her. When Nya’s arms lowered again, she saw Morrin standing in front of her, using his force powered telekinetic to deflect the debris pieces. The Togorian appeared concentrated, his mind and body worked together to clear the battlefield. After a few force lifts, the debris of the turret now lies safely away from his allies.

“I owe you one,” Nya said as Morrin helped her to her feet. “Gotta ask though, where were you during the battle?”

“Dealing with an enemy combatant,” the Togorian answered, he pointed to the other side of the turret. “There was a particularly dangerous foe, he wielded a saber-staff and commanded powerful force attacks.”

“I assume you got rid of him?” she questioned.

“It was a difficult fight,” responded Morrin. “He was unwilling to surrender, even after being disarmed. I had to kill him.”

“I understand,” The Firrereo comforted, Nya knew what it was like to kill for the first time. She briefly called an instance 15 years, where she took the life of a kidnapper. The situation presented her no other choices, it was kill or be killed. “You had to do it, or else he would have done far more damage.”

Morrin did not respond, instead, he just nodded. Ever since his training accident as a padawan, the jedi feared for this day, a dreaded when his lightsaber meets flesh. But right now was not the time for philosophical thoughts, especially with some enemies still on the lose. Closing his eyes briefly, Morrin reached out to the force, using light side techniques to bolster his sprit and steeling his resolve.

“Err, ma’am” a man called out to Nya, this man is sergeant Erick Hemmings, Nya’s second-in-command. “You gotta take a look at this.”

“What is it,” Nya turned to face Hemmings, who was flanked by clone commander Zed on his side. “Your alright?”

“I’m fine, droids can’t shoot for crap,” Hemmings waved off, pointing the far side, he motioned for Nya to follow. “But these Mandos though, that’s another story. Hit one of them right in the face, walked it off like its nothing. If it were not for Zed here, I’d be Chandrilian cheese right now.”

“Mandolorian helmets are made of Beskar, the Mandolorian steel.” Zed said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Aim for the neck, no armor due restriction on mobility.”

“Yes,” Morrin chimed in. “That was how master Windu defeated Jango Fett.”

“Well then, good to know.”Hemmings nodded awkwardly, walking a few more steps ahead, he waved for the others. “Anyways guys, check this out.”

The group, now consisted from the Nya, Morrin, Hemmings, Zed and the surviving fighters, gathered around a hole. It was a couple meters wide, enough for a few humanoids to descend to lower levels.

“Lightsaber cut,” the jedi examined, “they escaped in haste.”

“Looks like a long way down,” the Firrereo mused. What seemed to her as a death fall was probably nothing to the force-wielders and jetpacking Manolorians. Grabbing a detached B1 droid’s arm, Nya tossed the scrap metal into the hole. Several seconds later, a faint thud resonated from the bottom. “At least 20 levels, definitely a no-go from here.”

“Perhaps we can find a lift down?” Zed suggested.

“Actually,” Nya returned, looking up from her datapad. The current battlefield showed CIS forces retreating, most of them trying to consolidate their position at the airfield. “I need you and your shock troopers to go to the airfield, friendly units need reinforcements there. Plus, a large force wouldn’t do us too much good in pursuit operations.”

“Indeed,” Morrin added, “such a large group would no doubt draw their attentions. The lower levels are dense, with many routes for escapes. We need the element of surprise if we were to intercept our foes.”

The clone commander nodded in agreement before snapping to a crisp salute. He rallied the remaining troopers and boarded their drop-ships. Within minutes, the clones were loaded on the aircraft, headed toward their comrades at the airfield.

“Ok, the rest of you head back to base and report to captain Pelik” Nya noted. “Sergeant Hemmings and specialist Yann, you two stay with me.”

“I will accompany you as well, if you don’t mind.” Morrin offered. “I think these force-wielders are no mere dark jedis. I sense strange auras in them, commander Moire.”

“Alright. And please, just call me Nya, there are no ranks between us.”

“Thank you, Nya. You may refer to me as Morrin.”

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15 minutes later, in a lift headed down to Coruscant’s sub-levels...

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The lift was a few blocks away from the destroyed turret. Thanks to specialist Yann’s guidance, the group completed their journey in short time. The lift itself, however, appeared damaged. Its metal frame was blackened from what seemed to be burn marks, but beside the surface damage, its controls were mostly intact.

“These don’t look like electric fire,”specialist Yann examined. Samira Yann was a female Zabrak, a technical specialist sent by the CPF. “They are similar to improvised incendiary devices from the Westside Riots.”

“Home made firebombs?” Nya asked.

“Probably, though I haven’t seen Mandos use firebombs. I mean, they have flamethrowers on their wrists.”

“Right," said sergeant Hemmings. "Chances are that the bottom dwellers weren’t so happy with their new guests.”

“And no reason to assume they’ll be friendly to us either.” Nya reminded him. In the next few brief seconds, the Firrereo took in her surrounding from the elevator window. As deeper they went, less sunlight illuminated their path. The lower levels were dark and gloomy, with a couple of rundown alleyways dimly lit by holo and neon lights.

“Morrin,” Nya suddenly remembered. Her squad managed to intercept a brief transmission from the CIS, some sort of creed broadcasted by the CIS field commander. “We got this from enemy comms.”

Morrin listened as Nya’s datapad played out the transmission. It was a code, similar to his own jedi code. “There is chaos, and in it we find balance.” Morrin contemplated, “Just as I sensed in our foes, they have both light and dark side energies. Could be grey jedis, I remember master Yoda’s lecture on the unifying force...”

He did not finish his thoughts before the elevator came to a sudden halt. The group stumbled by their abrupt stop and Nya almost lost balance. Looking out the small window, they have reached their deepest stop. Nya carefully pressed the green button, opening the door while shouldering her rifle. Beside her, Yann brought up her shotgun and Hemmings did the same with his sniper rifle. Morrin stood in the back, right hand on his lightsaber, ready but not activated.