Henry curiously entered the oblivion gate. It felt slightly strange, as if he jumped into water, yet there was no liquid, though the air suddenly felt unbreathable, yet that was for less than a heartbeat. As Henry emerged, foul stench of burning dead people fell upon him. It was not a nice smell, needless to say. Henry waved his hand in front him and said "I think some soap would kill them easily."
Before Henry's eyes had more chance to adapt to strange red lighting that was all around them, he heard a few fireballs thrown his way. Henry just took a rational decision - he stayed behind Dralith and mimicked his movements, to dodge the skillshots. However, the Hero of Kvatch soon got into fighting and Henry had to move away.
Just as the Bard was not in the shadow of a much more intimidating warrior, suddenly fireballs flew his way. Henry gracefully bowed or jumped to dodge them as he was moving without a clue on what should he do. He saw the Imperial woman attacked by a Dremora and Brogan rushing to help her. The bard remembered that his spear is still on his back and he took it in his hand and placed it's tip in front him, after spinning it twice. He then heard Brogan ask the imperial something about how should one fight these monsters and Henry chimed in "The concept is pretty easy -- you stab them multiple times. If that's not enough a dozen more. That's my guess." He then started sprinting towards the Dremora with the intention to impale his leg, however, he glimpsed that a fireball was heading his way from his flank. It was all the Bard could do to try and hit the incoming fireball with his spear, obviously losing his sprinting momentum. The heat wave exploded as it connected with his spear and Henry was tossed a couple of steps to another side where he plumped on the ground.
The bard slowly got up with the fear of another incoming fireball, though he was still somewhat dizzy. The luck was on his side - no fireballs were homed his way, so he grinned and carefully looked around to find the scamp who threw the fireball at him. When he spotted it, the Bard tried to think of a plan to attack him but to no avail. Thus he said somewhat silently "Well, certainly I'm not the best person to do the stabbing, though."
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Henry shook his spear twice in order to shake off the blood from it. He carefully clipped his spear behind his back and started going towards the rocks, where he left his lute, but the Hero hopped over them and greeted the group giving the lute back to Henry. Henry took his lute and thanked him.
The Dunmer said they would rest and tend to their wounds, but Henry was not wounded and he couldn't say he was tired. The only real "casualty" Henry got in this fight was his clothes, especially his jacket which lost all but two buttons and was ripped in a few places. It all came after he fell down and slided, while fighting the second agent. Henry sighed and re-buttoned up the jacket so it would hold on him better. The bard's breeches were scraped in a few places but he was thankful that they were still on one piece.
Henry listened to what the Dunmer had to say and answered him "Meh, this gate is not as scary as I thought. Then again, I never thought it was scary in the first place." he then thought for a moment. "I may write something. The Lay of the Dunmer Hero and His Doomed Friends. What a song that would make. His friends were so doomed in the first place, that even the oblivion was not able to kill them off." Henry smirked.
The Dunmer said they would rest and tend to their wounds, but Henry was not wounded and he couldn't say he was tired. The only real "casualty" Henry got in this fight was his clothes, especially his jacket which lost all but two buttons and was ripped in a few places. It all came after he fell down and slided, while fighting the second agent. Henry sighed and re-buttoned up the jacket so it would hold on him better. The bard's breeches were scraped in a few places but he was thankful that they were still on one piece.
Henry listened to what the Dunmer had to say and answered him "Meh, this gate is not as scary as I thought. Then again, I never thought it was scary in the first place." he then thought for a moment. "I may write something. The Lay of the Dunmer Hero and His Doomed Friends. What a song that would make. His friends were so doomed in the first place, that even the oblivion was not able to kill them off." Henry smirked.
Henry heard a sword falling somewhere to his side and realized that Brogan was near and the Hero lent him his weapon. As Brogan was constantly looking to the Bard's back, Henry took a glance behind him too and nearly fell of his stance, when he saw that two of the mythic dawn agents were less then 10 steps away closing in.
Henry quickly spun his spear in hands and repositioned himself to face both of the attackers, but one of them was soon distracted as Brogan charged to the enemy. "That leaves only me and you, mate. I hope you give more of a challenge than this guy." Henry leaned his head a bit towards his side where the previous attacker lied dead. That seemed to have provoked the Mythic Dawn agent. However, before blindly charging this one used a spell and coated himself in Daedric armor, unlike the last attacker.
After doing that the Mythic Dawn agent threw a fireball at Henry to distract him and dashed forward. The bard already knew this strategy from the last bout, so he instantly ducked, pointed his spear to the front and right after the heat wave past above Henry's head, he jumped to the front. That must have surprised the Mythic Dawn agent, as he stopped, to Henry's disappointment. The attacker halted at the right moment, so the Bard's spear just stabbed air in front of him and Henry's momentum made him lose balance and start running forward to not fall down on the ground. The only thing that saved Henry's life at that point was that he kept his spear in front, so the Mythic Dawn agent had to move aside to avoid collision. After running a couple of steps Henry dived to the ground and slided a meter or two. His clothes were torn and his hat fell of his head. He started chuckling imagining how foolish this spectacle should have looked from a spectator's side, but quickly jumped on his legs and looked to the Mythic Dawn agent.
Frankly, the Mythic dawn agent seemed perplexed, he did not even know how to react to Henry. As Henry had some time to take a breath, he leaned down to raise his hat from the ground before putting it back on his head. "How did you manage to deal with one, Bard?!" Henry heard a shout from where Brogan fought to what he replied
"Bah, It's easy. Just.. Uhm.. Find your inner strength." Henry barely kept himself from not laughing after he said that but he couldn't have laughed if he wanted to, because the Mythic Dawn agent finally decided to charge. However, this time Henry had the upper hand, mainly because all this spectacle made the Bard seem like an easy prey. Nevertheless, he greeted Mythic Dawn agent's charge with a side-step dodging the hit of the mace and pushed him with the side of his spear. The attacker now was forced to run from Henry with his back turned to avoid falling down. The bard spun his spear so it's tip would face the enemy and raised it above his head with one hand. He then threw his weapon to the Mythic Dawn agent's back, who has almost stopped running. Though the spear was not made for throwing, he barely needed to throw it five or six steps. The force hit the agent unprepared and he was knocked to the ground. The spear did not transfix his armor, only made a gap, before falling down near his side. Henry sprinted towards the fallen enemy, took his head by the occiput before he snapped out and started bashing his head into the ground with all the strenght he had. When the Bard made sure the enemy will not stand up, he quickly sprinted towards his spear and then back to stab the Mythic Dawn agent a couple of times just to make himself secure.
Henry then raised his head and saw that Brogan finished the other attacker too. "I see that you found your inner strength, as well as I did" Henry said grinning.
Henry quickly spun his spear in hands and repositioned himself to face both of the attackers, but one of them was soon distracted as Brogan charged to the enemy. "That leaves only me and you, mate. I hope you give more of a challenge than this guy." Henry leaned his head a bit towards his side where the previous attacker lied dead. That seemed to have provoked the Mythic Dawn agent. However, before blindly charging this one used a spell and coated himself in Daedric armor, unlike the last attacker.
After doing that the Mythic Dawn agent threw a fireball at Henry to distract him and dashed forward. The bard already knew this strategy from the last bout, so he instantly ducked, pointed his spear to the front and right after the heat wave past above Henry's head, he jumped to the front. That must have surprised the Mythic Dawn agent, as he stopped, to Henry's disappointment. The attacker halted at the right moment, so the Bard's spear just stabbed air in front of him and Henry's momentum made him lose balance and start running forward to not fall down on the ground. The only thing that saved Henry's life at that point was that he kept his spear in front, so the Mythic Dawn agent had to move aside to avoid collision. After running a couple of steps Henry dived to the ground and slided a meter or two. His clothes were torn and his hat fell of his head. He started chuckling imagining how foolish this spectacle should have looked from a spectator's side, but quickly jumped on his legs and looked to the Mythic Dawn agent.
Frankly, the Mythic dawn agent seemed perplexed, he did not even know how to react to Henry. As Henry had some time to take a breath, he leaned down to raise his hat from the ground before putting it back on his head. "How did you manage to deal with one, Bard?!" Henry heard a shout from where Brogan fought to what he replied
"Bah, It's easy. Just.. Uhm.. Find your inner strength." Henry barely kept himself from not laughing after he said that but he couldn't have laughed if he wanted to, because the Mythic Dawn agent finally decided to charge. However, this time Henry had the upper hand, mainly because all this spectacle made the Bard seem like an easy prey. Nevertheless, he greeted Mythic Dawn agent's charge with a side-step dodging the hit of the mace and pushed him with the side of his spear. The attacker now was forced to run from Henry with his back turned to avoid falling down. The bard spun his spear so it's tip would face the enemy and raised it above his head with one hand. He then threw his weapon to the Mythic Dawn agent's back, who has almost stopped running. Though the spear was not made for throwing, he barely needed to throw it five or six steps. The force hit the agent unprepared and he was knocked to the ground. The spear did not transfix his armor, only made a gap, before falling down near his side. Henry sprinted towards the fallen enemy, took his head by the occiput before he snapped out and started bashing his head into the ground with all the strenght he had. When the Bard made sure the enemy will not stand up, he quickly sprinted towards his spear and then back to stab the Mythic Dawn agent a couple of times just to make himself secure.
Henry then raised his head and saw that Brogan finished the other attacker too. "I see that you found your inner strength, as well as I did" Henry said grinning.
Henry looked how the Dunmer just pushed them to the battle and sat back, hoping to enjoy the view. "Uhm.. Couldn't we have taken a more strategic approach?" Henry asked, while he was unsheathing his spear from his back and putting his lute near the Hero. "Guard it" Henry said with and pointed to the lute.
Luckily some people blindly charged into battle, so the bard had some time to look around, when he Heard the Bosmer, Brogan, make a suggestion. "Poison?" Henry asked "Aye, that would be useful." Brogan quickly coated the tip of his spear with some greenish liquid. Henry had no idea what this poison would do, but it was definitely a welcomed assistance.
Henry then spun the spear in his hands and looked around once more. He had no idea how to engage in a battle, the same problem he had in the arena - he knew how to defend himself properly, not how to attack or kill someone swiftly. He carefully, step by step, went towards the fighting where the things were looking grim for our group. Some of the people were overwhelmed by the Mythic Dawn agents because of their over-confidence. Henry charged in the fighting as soon as he saw one Mythic Dawn fighter turn his back to him. Henry's spear gave him an advantage: the victim barely turned a bit, when a side of his robe was torn by the tip of bard's spear. Henry didn't impale him completely, because the turn was enough, but the tip of his spear was bloody and if Brogan's poison was of any use, that should be enough, or so the bard assumed.
However, the mythic dawn agent did not seem too damage and he quickly threw a shock spell at Henry. The bard anticipated it and spun away, while preparing his spear for another stab. When he successfully evaded the spell, Henry quickly raised his spear above the head from the right side, spun it so the point of spear would be facing the enemy and quickly stepped towards him, while lowering the spear to his left side. The momentum of the spear was too big to block, but the Mythic Dawn agent did not seem to notice that and when he tried to, his hand was slashed and he jumped back back with a gasp. However, he did not waver and threw two spells at Henry, then took out his mace and charged. All Henry could do was jump to the side to avoid spells, but he did not have time, to reposition his spear for defense against the charge of the Mythic Dawn Agent. The bard was only able to sweep the ground in front of him the blunt end of his spear, thus stopping the charge, but losing the ability to counter attack and defend from next attack.
The Mythic Dawn agent seemed to notice that, as he fearlessly took a step forward while swinging his mace to hit Henry, but then his leg seemed to have slipped and he stumbled to the ground. The bard did not wait a second, but he saw that the Mythic Dawn Agent was not moving and he let go of his mace, he tried his best to get up and rach for the weapon, but it seemed that the enemy lost all of his strenght and stopped moving at all. "Poison" - Henry immediately thought and nodded "Aye, It actually works". The bard took a step and stabbed the Mythic Dawn agent just to make sure and looked around the fight to see how it was going.
Luckily some people blindly charged into battle, so the bard had some time to look around, when he Heard the Bosmer, Brogan, make a suggestion. "Poison?" Henry asked "Aye, that would be useful." Brogan quickly coated the tip of his spear with some greenish liquid. Henry had no idea what this poison would do, but it was definitely a welcomed assistance.
Henry then spun the spear in his hands and looked around once more. He had no idea how to engage in a battle, the same problem he had in the arena - he knew how to defend himself properly, not how to attack or kill someone swiftly. He carefully, step by step, went towards the fighting where the things were looking grim for our group. Some of the people were overwhelmed by the Mythic Dawn agents because of their over-confidence. Henry charged in the fighting as soon as he saw one Mythic Dawn fighter turn his back to him. Henry's spear gave him an advantage: the victim barely turned a bit, when a side of his robe was torn by the tip of bard's spear. Henry didn't impale him completely, because the turn was enough, but the tip of his spear was bloody and if Brogan's poison was of any use, that should be enough, or so the bard assumed.
However, the mythic dawn agent did not seem too damage and he quickly threw a shock spell at Henry. The bard anticipated it and spun away, while preparing his spear for another stab. When he successfully evaded the spell, Henry quickly raised his spear above the head from the right side, spun it so the point of spear would be facing the enemy and quickly stepped towards him, while lowering the spear to his left side. The momentum of the spear was too big to block, but the Mythic Dawn agent did not seem to notice that and when he tried to, his hand was slashed and he jumped back back with a gasp. However, he did not waver and threw two spells at Henry, then took out his mace and charged. All Henry could do was jump to the side to avoid spells, but he did not have time, to reposition his spear for defense against the charge of the Mythic Dawn Agent. The bard was only able to sweep the ground in front of him the blunt end of his spear, thus stopping the charge, but losing the ability to counter attack and defend from next attack.
The Mythic Dawn agent seemed to notice that, as he fearlessly took a step forward while swinging his mace to hit Henry, but then his leg seemed to have slipped and he stumbled to the ground. The bard did not wait a second, but he saw that the Mythic Dawn Agent was not moving and he let go of his mace, he tried his best to get up and rach for the weapon, but it seemed that the enemy lost all of his strenght and stopped moving at all. "Poison" - Henry immediately thought and nodded "Aye, It actually works". The bard took a step and stabbed the Mythic Dawn agent just to make sure and looked around the fight to see how it was going.
'Tis gonna be a massacre : )
Henry smiled and was about to say something but then a thought crossed his mind that he shouldn't, so he just nodded, more to himself than anyone else. Deep inside, Henry knew he was not a fighter, yet he was not even a bit afraid of what's to come. On the contrary, he was intrigued. The bard was about to see Daedra from up close and even fight them. Henry could not say that was his dream, but definitely something he wanted to experience. One could call him naive for thinking all these things, he knew, but people called him naive for far less convincing reasons and the bard just got used to not to pay attention to that. The thing that those people called "naivety" is what got him out of most terrible situations the bard got himself into his entire life. While those same non-naive people where consumed by life for one reason or another.
Henry suddenly woke up from the deep thoughts he got himself into and nodded once again, this time livelier. He continued onward, following the Hero of Kvatch, while whistling a catchy rhythm song he knew about a knight who wanted to become a Daedric lord.
Henry suddenly woke up from the deep thoughts he got himself into and nodded once again, this time livelier. He continued onward, following the Hero of Kvatch, while whistling a catchy rhythm song he knew about a knight who wanted to become a Daedric lord.
VKAllen said
You guys still taking in people?
I'm sure we will be able to take someone new, as some people dropped out.. :D Though that's Baconator's decision
Pathfinder said
Sorry but I gotta hop out, some things have popped out IRL so I gotta limit my RPs. My only request for offing Karnog is make it glorious, not some lowly bandit attack. Make it a death worthy of the Ash Pits.
My character can surely annoy You to death, mate ^^
Henry curiously watched the whole process and clapped twice. "Yes, yes very good," - he nodded twice - "You are a very mysterious serial killer, who is very secret we will not speak of your name ever again.. Brogan, is it?"- Henry then smiled and added - "Oops. Spoke of it. My bad" With that the bard started chuckling.
He was finally leaving the imperial city, after about two weeks. That's a long time of him staying in one place, so inside, he was actually happy, not happy from one of his jokes. He then looked a far to the side where the supposed oblivion gate was, and saw that the cloud was rather red towards that side. "Interesting" - Henry mumbled.
He was finally leaving the imperial city, after about two weeks. That's a long time of him staying in one place, so inside, he was actually happy, not happy from one of his jokes. He then looked a far to the side where the supposed oblivion gate was, and saw that the cloud was rather red towards that side. "Interesting" - Henry mumbled.
"A gate to Oblivion?" Henry could barely hide his amusement "What a song that will make!" He quickly put his spear and lute on the back, then took a glance at the tavern for one last time and gave a smile to everyone there, before turning to the door and following the Dunmer out of the Merchant's Inn.
Henry had no idea how long was he asleep when he woke up and his room had no windows. The bard felt rested, though he couldn't have been sleeping for too long. Well, he had no intentions to be left out, so Henry just decided to get up. He quickly jumped on his legs, took his lute and spear from where he left them, and descended the stairs. Everything seemed rather the same as he left everything, so he figured he can't have slept for too long. Or maybe these people are just hesitant to go to sleep and sat like that for the whole evening. Going towards a free spot near the bar counter Henry started speaking.
"Well, You all seem a rather dull company." - Henry frowned and looked around for a moment - "Are there less of us than there were originally in the prison?" He smiled "Intriguing. Escaped convicts."
"Well, You all seem a rather dull company." - Henry frowned and looked around for a moment - "Are there less of us than there were originally in the prison?" He smiled "Intriguing. Escaped convicts."
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