Frontier: Vvardenfell

[Chaos the N'wah]

Arms filled with small, relatively thin twigs, Qa'Mhirr noticed that the group had stopped and made his way back down the trees.
Leaping down onto a large, low hanging branch near the others, Qa'Mhirr sat down with his back against the trunk; putting his crossbow down next to him.
He pulled out his small hunting knife and began whittling down the knots, forks, and dead leaves from one of the twigs, making them as straight as they could be; he did this with the other twigs as well.
Done in mere moments, he took the sack of spider fangs from his belt, taking one out and using the knife to reduce its size, checking his crossbow's track for size.
The dagi-raht began humming as he worked, showing little notice of the others.

[OblivionDuruza]

The next morning Thoryn left the Rusty Chariot and departed D'vam for Kragenmoor as planned, where he was able to join a group of Guar herders on their trip to the markets of Narsis. After spending a few nights in Narsis, Thoryn heard whispers of a lost artifact of the Tribunal Temple that was said to be located on Vvardenfell, the Crosier of St. Llothis. With this information in mind, Thoryn, changed his course and was able to find a Silt Strider to take him to Old Ebonheart where he paid a group of fishermen handsomely to sail him to The Scathing Bay.

From there, he trekked for days in the direction of Red Mountain to the north, his goal, the Ghostfence and old Temple settlement at Ghostgate. But he never made it to his destination.

[Roadcone]

Spoiler:

I'm hoping someone will kill off Kesh in an interesting and bloody way The "others" can be a group of argonians of whatever size you like. depends on how big you intend the fight to be.

How long had it been? 4 months? 5? Night-Runner had lost count within the first few days. The jungle had a way of doing that to you. Of getting into your very soul.

Night-Runner pushed aside the leaves of the huge fearny bush he was crouched in and peered outwards. About 50 yards away he spied his target, hacking his way, loudly, through a particularly dense bit of undegrowth. If the dunmer was intending on stealth he was doing a dismal job.

"I say we cut him up and boil 'im in a stew" Came a hushed voice from behind him.

Kesh was a short Argonian, spry and quick, but rather dim. He was crouched behind Night-runner in a patch of brown dirt, Slowly running his hand along the edge of his blade.

Night runner turrned his head and rolled his eyes.

"We're not going to kill the only living soul we've seen in this damned jungle, for months, just because you're hungry." He whispered. "Besides there are plenty of rats and scribs around here for you to eat."

"Rats and scribs" Kesh repeated mockingly and spat on the floor. A smile spread across his lips. "I wonder if Elf is anything like chicken. That's how i've always imagined it."

Nightrunner returned to his eyes to his target, ignoring Kesh and his annoying comments. The dunmer had manged to cut his way through the tangle of vines that he had been hacking at and had begun moving off, away from the two Argonians.

"Come on" Night-Runner whispered as he began to creep his way out of the bush in the direction of the Dunmer. "It'll be two days before we can get back to the camp and i wanna get this idiot tied up and gagged and meet up with the others in the clearing, before night-fall."

[Sloady]

Leiden sat down near the steam, on a smooth, grey boulder that looked like it had been flung there. He dropped his pack down beside the rock, and took out a cup out of his hand, and filled it up with water. He took a sip from it, and relaxed. The water tasted great, and the cold sharpness offset his fatigue from not having slept.

[Sloady]

"As long as needs be. We need to eat anyway, and it was more the fact we couldn't risk staying in Gnisis that we left - not that we had to get moving."

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

Llarays spotted a scrib, and with one graceful swing, laid it to rest. He collected the jerky and jelly he found, and put it in a small sack. Within 5 minutes, he had collected more than 15 samples of jelly and jerky, each. He then took one from his sack, and began to eat.

[Chaos the N'wah]

Having fitted all the smaller spider fangs, Qa'Mhirr use his knife to gouge a small hole into the trunk of the tree he sat on, a small rivulet of sap dripped out slowly.
He swiped some up on his finger and tested it, stretching it between his index finger and thumb, "Good," delighted to see his fingers barely budge apart.
He lapped up the sap off his fingers and cleaned the fur; turning back to the hole, he collected some of the sap inside one of the spider fangs and quickly stuck his whittled twig inside.
His makeshift bolt complete, he set it down gently to let the sap harden to resin and started on the next one, repeating the process for each fang.

His preparations complete, Qa'Mhirr set out further down stream, looking for a small pool to find some fish to eat.
He came back moments later, with his clothes slung over his shoulder and a lesser slaughter fish impaled on one of the larger sticks he had gathered, wearing only a dark brown loincloth.
Sunlight escaping through the treetops struck his ebony-black fur, giving him a reddish brown tint; His coat was wet, making his already lithe frame look even thinner.
Qa'Mhirr set his clothes down on a nearby rock and sat down to eat his catch, raw.

[OblivionDuruza]

Thoryn stopped beside a tree for a brief respite after hours of trekking through the untamed terrain. He took a small sip from a Guarhide waterskin before he thought he heard a rustling in the leaves. Muttering, he shifted where he sat and looked out wearily into the scrub. Then he rose again and, dismissing the rustling as a small animal, began his journey once more, heading further north.

[Roadcone]

Spoiler:

I kinda had to rp your guy Dru, sorry but i couldn't think of any other way of doing it :/

Night-Runner moved behind his prey silently. The Dunmer wasn't far now. 10, maybe 12, feet away. He appeared to have stopped to catch his breath and was resting, his back to a tree and to Night-Runner. Night-Runner put his hands around a large flat rock and slowly lifted it into the air above his head, advancing forward and all the while not even daring to breathe in fear of being heard. He made eye contact with Kesh crouched in a bush ten feet infront of the Dunmer.

Kesh burst from the bush sword in hand, charging toward the Dunmer with all his might. A lesser man would have been cut down where he stood, Or cowered in fright of the sword wielding lizard bowling towards him, but not this Dunmer. He was quick. Very quick. A sword was in his hand instantly and he blocked Kesh's strike and would have made one of his own if it wasn't for Night-Runner.

During Kesh's charge Night-runner had swept up from behind and brought the rock down heavily on the Dunmer's head. There was a deep crunch and a yelp and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Unconscious." Night-Runner said as he knelt by the body. he fumbled in his pack for a length of cord and began tying the Dunmer's hands.

"Oh my..." Came a cry from behind him. Night-Runner turned. Kesh had pulled open the Dunmer's pack and begun rumaging. In his left hand was the Dunmer's Ebony longsword. and in his right were so many golden coins that they were slipping through his fingers and bouncing onto the leafy floor below.

"Who... who is this guy?" Kesh said, with a tremble in his voice.

[Sloady]

Spoiler:

If Duru has no problem with it, I don't, but in future, ask before you GM, not after.

In the distance, faintly, Leiden heard the clang of swords. They were not alone on the island after all. "Stay alert." He said, standing up off the rock, and drawing his sword. "We're not alone." A choice was clear in his mind - if they hid now, they probably wouldn't be discovered. On the other hand, the people fighting could be bandits, marauders, treasure hunters... valuable equipment and supplies to be found. "Should we go or stay?"

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

"It sounded like a bandit. With big rocks. Big ones." Llarays said, suddenly alert. He put the scrib food in the small sack, and put it behind a rock. "Should we hide, or should we go and fight? Maybe we could send one of us to see what's happening, and the rest of us hide. If it is some giant monster thing we can't handle, maybe the scout should signal something. If they are just bandits we can handle, the scout signals with his hand." Llarays whispered.

[Sloady]

"If it's something we cant handle, he could get trapped. If we go, we should go together." He replied. Splitting up would just lose him another person - and he couldn't afford to lose another.

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

"Mmm, true, I wonder what was occupying their attention, though." Llarays mused, drawing his broadsword stealthily. "It didn't sound like a horde or bunch of bandits or creatures. It sounded like a few. But even that, we should be careful."

[Chaos the N'wah]

Having dropped his fish, retrieved his clothes and gathering up his crossbow, quiver, and freshly made bolts from the tree branch, Qa'Mhirr jumped down onto the forest floor without a sound. He secured his belt and walked towards the others, "This one smells marshmen, not many, someone else is there, but Qa'Mhirr can't tell what with all these odd scents." "Only a small trace of blood, not Argonian...hmmm...." he said at a mere whisper, his mouth open slightly, panting. "We could use the supplies, this one thinks we should go and 'liberate' them," Qa'Mhirr said, his tail swishing with excitement, "Qa'Mhirr could always aim for their legs if we're feeling squeamish."

[OblivionDuruza]

Spoiler:

That was pretty good Roadcone, no objections there Just so long as I get my stuff back maybe even exact some vengence

[Sloady]

"Let's go. Quick and quiet. Take them by surprise, and try not to kill them. We've seen enough death for now..."

Spoiler:

Rules of Engagement:

You need to roll a 35 to kill Kesh, and a 30 to capture Night Runner. Same as usual, ten dice.

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

Spoiler:

37.

Llarays crouched with his bow by his side. His breath was the only thing heard from him. There was no wind or sounds from trees. They seemed to be silent from his passing. He spotted an Argonian. "Lizards..." He muttered. The sound of Veriax's arrow hitting the cold, reptilian body nearest to him was deafening, to say the least. He quickly sat down lower, being careful not to be spotted. Cursing, he pulled out an arrow. The Argonians were running around, searching for their attacker. The victim of Veriax's arrow was grimacing, while he scanned the surroundings. Llarays quickly shot an arrow into a nearby tree trunk that was behind the Argonian, and while the two Argonians' attention were diverted, quickly took an empty sack from his pack and quickly sprinted towards them. The sack was placed over the chief Argonian's head, and there was muffled words coming from it. Llarays then took a rope, and pushing the Argonian on the tree, face-first, bound the Argonian's hands.

Spoiler:

Right... don't want to kill Kesh. Someone else do that.

Spoiler:

Trying to be careful not to GM too much.

[Chaos the N'wah]

Spoiler:

38, I'll take the kill...

Qa'Mhirr took aim at the small Argonian rushing to free his friend, high above in the tree tops. He took a deep breath, "Do-dar-rawlith," he whispered, his coat shimmering. Another deep breath, holding it this time, he fired off two bolts in seconds, and loaded a third when the first bolt hit the argonian in the shoulder. "Jo," his last bolt flew down, striking the target seconds after the second bolt struck the opposite shoulder, the last one sinking into his chest. The argonian dropped to his knees and convulsed as lightning surge between the three bolts, he dropped to the ground. His body continued to convulse for a few seconds and the smell of burning leaves and lizard scales wafted out from under his corpse.

Spoiler:

Sorry for the minor delay, didn't think I was going to get horribly sick...so I'm going to take it out on Kesh

[Sloady]

By the time his ranged counterparts had finished, there was nothing left to do. He ran forward towards the Argonian still alive, and the Dunmer on the ground. Checking his pulse, he was still alive. The other Argonian was not so lucky. A pity, but that was that. He turned towards the Argonian who wasn't close to death, and crouched down beside him. "Stay very, very still if you want to live."

[Chaos the N'wah]

Qa'Mhirr remained in the tree branches, content to keep his focus on looking for any other unwanted guests while the others converged on their latest prize.
He quelled a purr, trying to remain silent as he surveyed the forest floor

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

Llarays was struggling to keep the Argonian still. He was moving quite a bit, jerking his body and whatnot.

[Sloady]

"Check on the Dunmer." He said to Llarays "Make sure he's okay. I'll watch the Argonian." He turned to Qa'Mhirr. "Look around - search their packs. Food and water is good, but bring back anything you find."

[Chaos the N'wah]

Qa'Mhirr leapt to another tree, his claws finding purchase and slid down to another branch. Following the barest scent of argonian, he landed on the ground and continued on. The scent went dead, he looked around, nothing laying around in the open or looked out of place; then he noticed what looked like a brush pile against a tree, Qa'Mhirr smiled wickedly. Throwing off the makeshift camouflage, he found two rucksacks and a spear, the barest smell of argonian coming from the hidden belongings. "Ver! over here!" calling out for the Dunmer; turning back to the sacks, Qa'Mhirr opened the smaller of the two, finding some salted rations, a compass, and a couple canteens of water. Digging deeper found some minor weapons and some rope, he tied it back up. Qa'Mhirr slung the lighter of the two packs on his back, letting his crossbow swing on his side, he grunted as he tried to move with the gear that dwarfed him in size. "Do," he spat out and trudged forward. He looked at Veriax as he approached, "This one grab the spear and big sack, probably more rations and water," Qa'Mhirr said between breaths as he made his way back.

[Roadcone]

"Elf scum!" Night-Runner shouted, his mouth full of grass and dirt. "Get your filthy hands off me." He kicked his arms and legs but the man on top of him had him pinned down firmly.

[Chaos the N'wah]

Qa'Mhirr finally returned, laying the rucksack at the foot of a nearby tree, "They traveled lightly, some salted meats and other ration, water, some basic supplies in this one."
"Ver has the other one and a big spear," he sat, tired and panting, "How is their prey, Llarays?"