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GTA : 2150

I tried

From the Ashes

Hours Later

After Kharrn's good or at least best at that moment idea, Jo'ari's fracture poked through the skin when they tried to move her. Soon after she contracted a fever from the open wound being sucked on by blight flies. Since numbers would only draw attention to the tower Ayron went alone to the Tower. He traversed the jungle making his way back from the Morrowindian wilderness. It took an hour or two to make it to the tower, so by the time he arrived the sky was a rainbow of colors from red to a dark purple. There, still jutting into the sky, was the Tower, however it was very unstable. This'll be an adventure huh? Thought Aryon. He had to make it down to his stash in the basement. Ayron walked up to the front entrance and tried to enter. Luck for him it did; however the bad part was that in only opened an inch before it was slammed shut by rubble. Ayron looked around hoping to find another entrance and there it was, a hole in the exterior just in reach of jumping.

He jumped and his manacle clad hands pulled him up slowly as he grunted and pulled himself in. Ayron was net exception the floor he was on to give out, however it did and he did find himself on on the slaves quarter's floor. Lucky me. he thought as his eyes locked on the stash hole. As soon as the imperial got up something clinked down and landed behind him, it was a sword. It seemed like it had a glow around its blade. What a spectacular blade. The blade was old and covered in runes while the handle was covered in simple leather. The hilt seemed special for being just a simple piece of quartz. As he leaned in to pick it up another thing came falling down, it was the sheathe. For being just leather that hurts more than all oblivion. he thought as he rubbed his head and sheathed the sword. Ayron went over to his stash and popped it open and rummaged around before he found a small piece of wire. Ayron quickly unlocked his cuffs and looked at his wrists. They were whiter than day and the edges of the cuffs led to sores. From the stash he grabbed some extra things, including an old curing potion, the bottle of sujamma and a small gold ring from days past. To carry these extra things Ayron was forced to tie his shirt into a pack of sorts.

He looked around, Now to find a way out. Ayron ducked into the hallway and at the end was a few sets of stairs. With no other alternative he traversed up them all the way up to ground floor. Across from him was his initial hole of entrance. All that was between him and heading back to camp was this gap. He walked back to the stairs and ran jumping reaching for the ledge. He grabbed it, but sadly the sujamma and crashed blow. He uttered all of the curses and he slinked out and made his way back to camp, set to arrive in an hour.

From the Ashes

Is this dead?

GTA : 2150

James Coginatti

Name/Nickname:James Coginatti Jr.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: James looks like an average 11th or so generation Italian-American. He has naturally tanned skin, brown eyes, dark brown hair put up everyday, and some shades reminescent of Donnie Brasco that he never forgets.

Background: Born to a traditional Italian family who worked day in day out to put food on the table for the Caginatti family, doing whatever they needed. Extra shift after extra shift left James Sr. a mean old bastard, but he deserves it for years of minimum wage. Around his 60th birthday he died on the job due to a heart attack. This left the Coginatti without a figure head, the oldest brother Marc, had to try and support Mrs. Maria Coginatti. After getting a decent job he was jumped by a gang member and killed for initation rights. The second oldest, Franco got mixed up with the wrong crowd and was killed execution style by a Cartel Kingpin. It had been 6 years since the death of Franco and young James was left to take care of himself and his mom in a shit hole apartment in the toilet that is Los Santos. Job after job they all ended the same, with a "sorry, but..." now James is ready to just make money to support his mother.

Equipment: Telecom interface, Street gun

Status: Dump apartment, has not paid bills.

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GTA : 2150

Hey, saw this on the int check but was too late to declare my interest. Could you shoot me a PM if a slot opens? I loved Blade Runner.

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From the Ashes

Ayron glared at Kharrn, This wouldn't happen in the military, Then he mused, Why in Oblivion did I think that? I'm nowhere close to being in the army, I'm only prepared for the slave labor. Shaking off the stray thought in his head he agreed, hoping to avoid conflicts


"Kharmam, I don't know too much magic, I never had any talent. However I used to be decent at picking locks, but last time I tried to pick these the pick melted. Besides who even has one?" This mixture of a tense atmosphere and shackled wrists left Ayron a bit down. Quickly he began to think to crumbling Telvanni Tower, he had heard that a large amount of magic was involved in them. So whatever destroyed the tower must have been a huge dispel spell. Which means that the manacles are no better than bow underwater. But who has a lock pick or, an even better possibility, a hair pin?

He cleared his throat, "Does anybody have a hair pin or something like a lock pick? I spent too long fumbling around with trapped cursed chests to be outwitted by a pair of shackles."

From the Ashes

I have this idea of at some future point of each of getting a unique weapon, tell me your weapon type and I'll think of some cool stuff. If you prefer no unique weapons you get a unique armor piece. Tell me what you would personally prefer for your character.

From the Ashes

The Jungle

Ayron popped out behind a tree, he had hid behind it moments earlier just in case arrows followed him. He announced that he too was safe. However there was no sign of Jo'Ari yet. Ayron walked towards Kharrn and Kharmam, this mud slurping underneath his worn moccasins. This Telavanni Jungle was the closest thing to Oblivion on Nirn. Once the three were reunited after their recent escape from those who actually wanted to save them they took in their surrounding with a collective sigh.

The trees were thick and green, preventing a large amount of sunlight from reaching the underbrush of the ground floor. The ground was covered in leaves and with each step you sunk into the mud. Around them were Blight Midges, they flew around your face and occasionally bit you.Remember to curse Pyrite for these damn bugs, Thought Ayron. Taking one last look of the surroundings he saw smoke, at least a day or two away from here Ayron spoke aloud,

"It looks like theres smoke a day or two away from here and we certainly can't go back to whoever was chasing us. I say we first find some animal or root and get a little food in us, if anybody knows a simple Curing spell we can clean the water up and get a fill of it. Kharmam, with me and Kharnn you're with Jo'ari. Anything is better than the lard and Bitter Rott stew, ugh."

From the Ashes

Also any notes on how to improve this?

From the Ashes

One by one magical lamps flickered and went off. The guards immediately grew suspicious; the magic in this tower was strong due to the Archmagister in charge. He wove many spells into growing this tree, the dispel that was put upon the Tower had an unprecedented effect that the the Twin Lanterns never anticipated. The tower began to tear itself asunder. Parts of the great Tower began to shrink, breaking away and crunching to pieces not bigger than a few inches. Inside pandemonium ensued. The guards began to panic and soon all, but one left. He was the newest addition and he had not yet been hardened to the rough life of lording over slaves. The young Dumner frantically walked to the cell door and unlocked it before running out. Following suit were the four slaves and they experienced freedom for the first time in a long while. All they had left of their "glorious" were scars and the iron braces attached to their wrists.

The slaves turned to the direction of yelling. Afraid of that the screams came from angry Telvanni slave masters they took off. Together they ran into the fields behind them hoping to make it to the thick jungle before anything befell them.

Now they must fend for themselves in the jungle of the Telvanni isle.