Battle For The East: Argonian

[The Not So Great]

"Ah, every good weapon has a good tale behind it!" GG said with an attempt at a happy expression.

"Would you care to know mine, brother?" He said this with the tone of voice that lets you know that he will tell you no matter the response.

"As a child, I always thought glass weapons were the ultimate art when it came to weaponry. My belief was scoffed, as few people understood the power that glass weaponry can possess. When I was just become of age, I saved all I could in order to buy a glass dagger." GG motioned the shape of a small dagger, and continued his story.
"The seller I visited turned out to be a dunmer mercenary, and figured he could make more money buy selling me as a slave. He tried to subdue me, and I was no match for him, as he was well equipped. As he was about to capture me, the fool stumbled and fell!" GG expressed such delight in retelling this part of the story, that his listeners joined him in a small chuckle.
"While the clumsy oaf was on the ground, I stabbed him with one of his own weapons!" Motioning a stab, GG bumped a man in front of him, earning a few laughs.
"I took the dagger and found this beauty in wraps on his nearby horse." Exhibiting his weapon.
"It was apparently enchanted to be nearly unbreakable, and I fashioned my name after such a magnificent weapon!"

Now done recounting his tale, he pulled the blade out, and a nearby argonian joked, "Don't go hitting Te'mir with the blade too!"
GG, a bit upset, pointed the blade at him, and everyone laughed.

Spoiler:

Yes, life was good on the march of the argonian army. But, them duke boys was just bound to find themselves some trouble, come the time they reached Almalexia.

[Jake-uh]

Ra'Jir let out a raspy bellow of laughter.
"A great story that is. And glass is very great, sharp, light, and fast. But I prefer heavy, intimidating, ebony." He said, while showing his large fangs.
"Your weapon is beautiful, and I swear that dark skinned fetcher deserved every ounce of pain you brought him."
He nodded and began to face foward once again.

[The Not So Great]

"It pleases me to be with a man that appreciates a good weapon, and a good tale. Your weapons are quite beautiful, and it is obvious that the looks aren't everything."

GG was giving a slight amount of flattery, hoping it was just enough to earn him some favor.

"Only a fool fights a war alone. If things in the upcoming battle take a turn for the worse, remember I am watching your back with my third eye, friend."

GG whispered this last part, and tapped his forehead to make sure the message got across.
Then, he let out a large laugh and patted Ra'jir on the back as if he had said something funny.

Spoiler:

I guess I'm trying to say that Glass-Glower has seemingly alternative motives, but not bad ones.

[Jake-uh]

"Do not worry, fellow saxhleel, the dark elf scum deserve what is coming to them, they will be crushed for their theivery and violence towards our kind!"
Ra'Jir beared his fangs completely, whenever he thinks of dunmer he gets very worked up.
"I will be watching your back as well, and any other of our kind. If we face any danger together."
Ra'Jir let out a few deep breaths trying to calm himself down, he let out a long hiss and squinted his eyes slightly.

[The Not So Great]

"Ha! Should any Dunmer survive this inevitable bloodbath, I can think of a few games to play with them!" He mimicked a choking sound and grabbed his neck.

"Perhaps the slaughterfish in the marsh would enjoy such a meal!"

While saying this, Glower prepared himself for the

Spoiler:

Hopefully soon

upcoming battle.

[Leyyuce]

Glass-Glower had interrupted Shows-His-Teeths' response as to Ra'Jir's request for his leadership; Shows-His-Teeth now took the opportunity to speak to the eager warrior, the two being situated just ahead of Glass-Glower at the very head of the formation.

"You have shown to me your usefulness without yet striking a blow, Ra'Jir," Shows-His-Teeth began, "And for that I respect you. Consider yourself as being under my wing, for those under my command know the protection of my spears and of my teeth." Having proclaimed Ra'Jir as one of his men, Shows-His-Teeth issued the imposing Argonian his first order.

"I'd like you to keep a close eye on Glass-Glower. He has fire in his spirit, and, with his size, should prove to be a fearsome warrior, just as I am sure that you will."

[Jake-uh]

Ra'jir felt very happy to hear Shows-His-Teeth's words.

"I swear I will not let you down, my leader."
His tail began to wag with happiness.
"I will keep on eye on him, he will kill many, as well as protect many.
And I will do the same." Ra'Jir proudly stated.
"Thank you much Shows-His-Teeth."

[The Not So Great]

Spoiler:

Glass-Glower stumbled and fell. He fell with such speed that he rolled to the front of the march, and everybody behind him fell as well. On the way down, they all simultaneously puked and began crying. All of them die soon after, because the ground turned into wasps and stung them to death.

Dunmer side wins.

An argonian next to GG bumped into him, and, had it not been for GG's size, both would have fallen.

"I only hope that some of our fighters will be more coordinated in battle!"
GG was making an attempt to lighten the mood before they arrived into possible hostility. He looked around, wondering what faces he would never see again.

Without giving an explanation, he pats Ra'jir on the back.
"Thank you for your kindness in such an unkind situation my friends." Looking at Shows-His-Teeth as he finished the statement.

Spoiler:

The spoiler is just a vision of something Jake-uh and I were laughing at, disregard it as a joke, and perhaps share a smile or two.

[Roadcone]

Setheran was sat precariously on a large chunk of stone masonry that had been dislodged from a nearby building during the attack. He had in his hand the head of the Dunmer that had been in charge of the garrison in outer Almalexia, The face was scarred and almost completely unrecognisbale. Setheran had beaten it considerabley before removing it from it's body. he tossed it from one hand to another, before letting it drop to the floor and idley staring at it as it rolled down a small slope and into a crater made by the argonian siege weaponry. All of a suddenly he heard the sound of tumbling rocks and the patter of swift feet. He stood, his ears pricked.

J'azzir rounded the corner of the street hurriedly and almost crashed into the hulking figure of Setheran. "My lord," he said, panting,"I bring news." Setheran bent down and swung his massive, blood-stained axe onto his shoulder, giving no signs of effort what-so-ever. "Speak friend." he said smiling and taking the man by the hand in a friendly An-Xileel handshake. J'azzir smiled and said, calmly "Our scouts bring reports of a large Dunmer army just 2 days from the city," "Oh?" said Setheran, no trace of worry in his voice at all "It is only a matter of time before our plan unfolds fully."

J'azzirs smile broadened and his tail filcked from side to side, happily "I bring more news my lord, our scouts report that a detatchment of our brothers, fresh from combat in the west are also only 2 days from the city" Setheran's expression changed to one of surprise but also of excitement "Exellent," he hissed, satisfied with the news his friend had brought him "With these new troops at our disposal our plan cannot fail"

He shifted his weight and began walking toward the large building it the centre of the district that the argonians had transformed into a makeshift base of operations within the city. "It will not be long before this land is purged of these foul elves, my friend" Setheran said, a look of longing crossing his face. J'azzir nodded in agreement and took his friend by the hand one more time before leaving for his post on the front.

[Leyyuce]

"Think nothing of it," Shows-His-Teeth responded. "We must remain unified if we wish to defeat the Dunmer. And we shall."

[Jake-uh]

"So tell me my lord. Who was it that taught you your ways in combat? And your mastery in spears?"
Ra'Jir sounded rather curious as he said that.
Looking at Shows-His-Teeth, while still trying to keep up a good pace.

[Leyyuce]

"I was taught my skills by the elder members of my tribe," Shows-His-Teeth responded. "Although I surpassed them in finesse and ferocity even before I departed from my village. I would say that I possess raw ability, tempered by years on the hunt in the swamps of our land. Here I learned the bulk of what I know- from the essence of the swamp, not from another person."

[Jake-uh]

"Very good." Ra'Jir sounded very empressed.
"Do you know how far away we are from Almelexia? I am looking foward to helping our brothers."

[Leyyuce]

"We should arrive by nightfall," Shows-His-Teeth informed Ra'Jir. "And soon after we shall do battle with the enemies of the marsh."

[Jake-uh]

Ra'Jir beared his teeth and began to wag his tail.
"They will get what they have deserved, and they cannot avoid it this time."

[The Not So Great]

GG was intently listening to the conversation beside him.
He made no effort to join in, only looking at them with determined eye contact when the dunmer were mentioned.

Just then, he remembered hearing of a great spear-wielding argonian not too long ago, and was thinking that it was Shows-His-Teeth!

With the realization of the power his group actually possessed, Glass-Glower had never been more enthusiastic about violence.

[OblivionDuruza]

Spoiler:

More characters for the RP on this side are great because they will die throughout the RP, as it is Dunmer centric. Not so Great, you may join, but just remember that this Argonian side is a supplement of a Dunmer RP, that actually wasn't going to happen. I'm happy to have this going, as the Argoina side has been very active, but it's still secondary to the Dunmer side, so I'm not encouraging it to grow too much. I'd consider joining the Dunmer side if I were you, as there is no need to balance things, as it isn't a true conflict RP per se.

That being said, I'm haapy to DM here as a Dunmer enemy, so this thread could go in an entirely different direction from the main one, just so long as you guys are still happy and able to portray enemy bosses from time to time, and help me write up ststus reports based on what happens here.

Potentaillly this could work into a very different RP, and the Argonians could even win on this thread, but that can only happen if there are no issues regarding the other thread.

I'll also ask that you try and either spoiler tag or move your posts in the other thread, as I think they're worth keeping here, but I never wanted them on the Dunmer thread, because the Dunmer players only recieve information through the DMs (mainly me) and I have my own methods of doing this.

PM me if you have any questions.

[Robasha]

User: Robasha
Character: Rosxuth
Allegiance: Argonia
Race: Orc/Dremora
Gender: Male
Age (optional): 28
Class: Barbarian Bard
Favoured Attributes: Strength Endurance
Major Skills: Blunt, Light Armor, Destruction, Blocking
Minor Skills: Hand to Hand,
Personality/Characteristics: Loud Bloodthirsty when Enraged(Not difficult) Quiet Calm Meditative otherwise
Background: Long ago, a Deadric woman named Zyphoxia seduced a young Orc into bedding with her. The orc, named Ruro-Gro Bakuru gave birth to a boy, named Rosxuth-Gro Bakuru. Rosxuth grew older, stronger, and remembered nothing of his mother. He was always confused at why he had looked so differently than his father. One day, the Dunmer came to his house placed outside of Orsinium. The sneaky little devils grabbed his father, who overpowered 2, but was quickly bound and gagged by the remaining 5. He hid behind the giant axe his father used in battle, its sharp edges stained in blood. The tore his father out the doorway and he hasn't seen him since. Ever since he has had a burning hatred deep inside for the Dunmer. He fought for his own food in the wilderness, hunting and fishing. But his true love was in music. When he wasn't hunting for food he would master his entertaining abilities on his self-handcrafted bone flute. His time spent it Marrowind was filled with large challenging game.He decided to visit High Rock once more, for he knew a shopkeeper there from his childhood. The shopkeeper there could give him good deals, so he took his animal pelts there for trade. While he was gone the Ministry of Truth fell on Vvardenfeld. He was planning on staying away from Marrowind, because of his hatred Dunmer. He heard the Argonians were going to invade Marrowing to seek revenge. This was a perfect oppurtunity for him to exact his revenge. He heard there forces were stacking in Almelexia, so he headed there for his pure bloodthirsty vengeance, hoping to join their ranks. The blind fury radiated from his body, and was easily visible in his eyes as he started to pace in the direction of Almelexia.

[Jake-uh]

This is what Robasha's character looks like.

Spoiler:

Except he is weilding a hammer instead of an axe.
It's a drawing he did all by himself. *Claps*
I'm posting it for him, cause he just made his account, and can't post links.

[OblivionDuruza]

Spoiler:

That's all fine, it seems we have another Argonian.

I just have one request. Could you all go into the old thread and put your previous posts in spoiler tags. If you want Weasel and I can copy and paste them all into the OP of this thread. Just want to avoid some confusion that's all.

I'm also going to use my magical DM powers to put you into a collective recolection of the Breach of Almalexia. Here goes: (if you were not part of the battle, just post what you were doing at the time.)

The City of Almalexia
The Argonian attackers were based around the city in three camps. The Dunmer were completely surrounded, but they did not lose hope.

Men walked the battlements as archers readied their bows and mages did their rounds, healing the injured where they could and adding to the defences where possible.

An Indoril captain stood before his men.

"Brothers, we shall not let the city fall!" he declared. "Go and ensure that we've got all of the women and children into a safe haven. A storm is brewing around us as we speak."

[Jake-uh]

Spoiler:

I will do this for you Duruza

[Robasha]

Rosxuth walks through the lands of Almelexia vanquishing every disgusting Dunmer he laid eyes upon. He was searching for the base of operations that the Argonians had hold of, looking to join in their rankings. He noticed a building surrounded by Argonians and approached with his hands in the air.
"Argonians! I am looking to join your rankings to fight against these retched curr that have set foot upon this land! May I join unto your mighty crew, putting my life and hammer upon the lines of duty?" he bellowed.

[Leyyuce]

Shows-His-Teeth was tasked with orchestrating a series of guerilla-style attacks on Dunmer supply routes as the Argonian assault on Almalexia was taking place. These attacks, most conducted under the cover of night, would prevent crucial, much-needed supplies from ever reaching the besieged city.

Shows-His-Teeth carefully prepared his equipment for one such raid; the target, to be captured by a group of two-dozen Argonian warriors, was a large supply of arrows and other projectiles being transported by wagon. He sharpened the heads that sat at the ends of his spears, adjusted the various beaded or otherwise decorated threads that adorned the weapons' handles, and made comfortable the limited armor that protected portions of his scaly body. Finally, and most importantly, he performed a sort of short ritual of unity with his fellow warriors; all used crude paint to place simple designs across their scales.

Ready to confront the task at hand, the force began to move, under the stars, with Shows-His-Teeth at the head of the formation.

[Jake-uh]

Spoiler:

Oops

[OblivionDuruza]

A small band of Dunmer leading a team of pack guars approached the city. They were completely oblivious to the Argonians who watched on, but they were alert and ready for action. Nonetheless, they were few, as it had become clear that there was little hope of success for these missions, and the supply trains had stopped coming to the city.

The Dunmer at the head of the party put out his torch and drew a sword. "Hurry," he whispered, "we haven't much time."