Ingar the Mage @ingarthemage - Tumblr Blog

H-hello. Welcome to my blog. My name is Ingar – uh, Ingar the Mage, that is – and I've, um, decided that I need to offer my skills to Tamriel once again.

Um... you may be asking what that means? Well, that's a very good question! I offer training in all the schools of magic, as well as training in enchanting and alchemy. I, uh, have quite a bit of experience using magic in very scary and stressful situations, and have been told that my training has helped many adventurers.

Additionally, I used to be an adventurer, myself.... um. A long time ago. I was even named "Eternal Champion" by Emperor Uriel Septim. The, uh, seventh one. So, as you can imagine, my knowledge can help many adventurers!

ingarthemage

// OOC: I realized I didn't describe Ingar physically lol

He's very, very tall (even for a high elf). He has long, wavy red hair, dark golden skin (see pfp), and amber eyes. He's also dangerously thin (he does not eat nearly as much as he should, because anxiety makes it difficult for him to eat). Ingar tends to wear blue mage robes and a sapphire amulet (the latter given to him by his late husband). He still looks surprisingly young, despite being over 2 centuries old (being an accomplished altmer mage means that he is aging very slowly. He probably looks like he's in his 30s).

#ooc

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funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

thewitchhuntervigilant

The walls seemed to growl both with movement and fury, not shaking, but swaying on their spot. They seemed to almost heal themselves like a wound, covering up and scabbing over the daedric writing that Rampage put into the wall. The Hunter moved away from the wall they had dug a hole into, not trusting something to not dig its way out and take its revenge.

This time something new spawned- the bones around them digging their way out, some larger, and some smaller, and even a femur bigger than Rampage was. It almost looked like they were crawling out of the walls of the cave as they reformed into something large and angry and punishing.

A dragon, made of bones and teeth that didn’t necessarily fit its skeleton. It loomed over them and snarled, bits of dirt falling out of his mouth that had been carried with the bone.

The Hunter raised their hands non-threateningly.

"Uh... Oops?"

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

[Ingar shrieks and casts Earth Wall between the group and and the dragon, creating a barrier between them.]

@severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

zealformayhem

"Woah!! Looks like that pretty and kind black dragon this one saw, but skeleton!! That's cool!!" Rampage seemed largely unbothered by the situation, squealing in pure joy when he saw the skeletal dragon. Overjoyed, he put his hat pin back, securing the hat in preparation for the fight. "This one wants to fight this thing!! He's so excited!!!" Considering they didn't fight any enemies before this and didn't seem to carry a weapon, it was. . . Questionable how they were expecting to fight this massive thing. But they were clearly really ambitious about doing it.

kiraspaladinofmadness

Kiras casts a greater ward over the top. Others can cast spells and attack through it, but until he tires or it breaks they are somewhat safe except for the very edges.

Surviving to Level 20 had some usefulness. /facetious

king-of-stalkers

A dragon? First the beast and now the dragon? Do I have a concussion?

You did take a knock to the head when you fell, but.. you seem pretty lucid.

sigh. Nevermind. Spawn of Akatosh, you want a fight, you've got it!!

thewitchhuntervigilant

The dragon just starts climbing over the walls, which prompts the hunter to try and stall it with more bottles of fire. Alcohol, it looked like. Molotov cocktails. It seemed to stun the beast of bone.

"I only have so many of these, dammit! Can only make 'em when alcohol spawns in!"

ingarthemage

[Ingar throws a giant fireball at the dragon.]

kiraspaladinofmadness

Kiras starts pushing at the dragon with the ward.

thewitchhuntervigilant

The dragon roared and spat a deathly cold icicle at Ingar, angered at all the fire being thrown at it.

ingarthemage

[Ingar yelps and tries to dodge, but the icicle still grazes his arm. Still somehow standing, Ingar holds his frostbitten arm and mumbles something incoherent, retreating behind the rest of the group to try to heal his arm.]

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

thewitchhuntervigilant

The walls seemed to growl both with movement and fury, not shaking, but swaying on their spot. They seemed to almost heal themselves like a wound, covering up and scabbing over the daedric writing that Rampage put into the wall. The Hunter moved away from the wall they had dug a hole into, not trusting something to not dig its way out and take its revenge.

This time something new spawned- the bones around them digging their way out, some larger, and some smaller, and even a femur bigger than Rampage was. It almost looked like they were crawling out of the walls of the cave as they reformed into something large and angry and punishing.

A dragon, made of bones and teeth that didn’t necessarily fit its skeleton. It loomed over them and snarled, bits of dirt falling out of his mouth that had been carried with the bone.

The Hunter raised their hands non-threateningly.

"Uh... Oops?"

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

[Ingar shrieks and casts Earth Wall between the group and and the dragon, creating a barrier between them.]

@severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

zealformayhem

"Woah!! Looks like that pretty and kind black dragon this one saw, but skeleton!! That's cool!!" Rampage seemed largely unbothered by the situation, squealing in pure joy when he saw the skeletal dragon. Overjoyed, he put his hat pin back, securing the hat in preparation for the fight. "This one wants to fight this thing!! He's so excited!!!" Considering they didn't fight any enemies before this and didn't seem to carry a weapon, it was. . . Questionable how they were expecting to fight this massive thing. But they were clearly really ambitious about doing it.

kiraspaladinofmadness

Kiras casts a greater ward over the top. Others can cast spells and attack through it, but until he tires or it breaks they are somewhat safe except for the very edges.

Surviving to Level 20 had some usefulness. /facetious

king-of-stalkers

A dragon? First the beast and now the dragon? Do I have a concussion?

You did take a knock to the head when you fell, but.. you seem pretty lucid.

sigh. Nevermind. Spawn of Akatosh, you want a fight, you've got it!!

thewitchhuntervigilant

The dragon just starts climbing over the walls, which prompts the hunter to try and stall it with more bottles of fire. Alcohol, it looked like. Molotov cocktails. It seemed to stun the beast of bone.

"I only have so many of these, dammit! Can only make 'em when alcohol spawns in!"

ingarthemage

[Ingar throws a giant fireball at the dragon.]

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

thewitchhuntervigilant

The walls seemed to growl both with movement and fury, not shaking, but swaying on their spot. They seemed to almost heal themselves like a wound, covering up and scabbing over the daedric writing that Rampage put into the wall. The Hunter moved away from the wall they had dug a hole into, not trusting something to not dig its way out and take its revenge.

This time something new spawned- the bones around them digging their way out, some larger, and some smaller, and even a femur bigger than Rampage was. It almost looked like they were crawling out of the walls of the cave as they reformed into something large and angry and punishing.

A dragon, made of bones and teeth that didn’t necessarily fit its skeleton. It loomed over them and snarled, bits of dirt falling out of his mouth that had been carried with the bone.

The Hunter raised their hands non-threateningly.

"Uh... Oops?"

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

[Ingar shrieks and casts Earth Wall between the group and and the dragon, creating a barrier between them.]

@severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

#Earth Wall spell description: create 4 permanent walls

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

(Cut for length)

[Ingar hesitantly steps toward the shrouded figure, still nervous but somewhat reassured by the fact that they aren't attacking any of them.]

You, um, aren't a part of this place, are you? What is your name?

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Does it matter? We're all stuck here. You'll become one of these things sooner or later. As for my name, you don't need to know it. I'm a Hunter. That's it."

They huffed and glared at them.

"Thanks for the help. Now goodbye. I don't want to be around when one of you loses it, mate."

zealformayhem

"Good riddance! This one doesn't want this jerk around!" She glared back, sticking out her tongue at them.

ingarthemage

[Ingar sighs.]

So much for another friend... we should, um, keep moving.

[Still trembling, he leads the way into the next room, already dreading what they might find.]

zealformayhem

"Hopefully the next room has less scary puppies,," Rampage pointed out, following closely behind. It seemed he was determined to help with whatever they would find in the next room, fueled by the rage at the mysterious uncooperative 'friend'. And, partially, perhaps because of the alcohol.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"I don't think that was a puppy," he deadpanned. Then walked after the hunter. "Stop. Wait up."

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter gave an exasperated sound and whipped around to glare from under a tattered tricorner hat with peircing silver eyes.

"...You all aren't going to STOP following me ar you...?"

zealformayhem

"Well, duh, dork! it's not like there's another way to go!" She hissed, rolling her eyes. "This one suggests that, if he does not wish to be followed, he should stay back or start walking faster."

kiraspaladinofmadness

He gasped. "Those eyes, so unnatural. Well, I don't intend on turning into one of those things, so you can relax."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"They're not!"

The Hunter argued, sounding actually kind of offended.

"Silver is a perfectly normal eye color!"

kiraspaladinofmadness

"Green, maybe even yellow, now those are good colors for eyes." He's oblivious, going into his trademarked "saying the wrong things" mode.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Werewolves have silver eyes usually you buffoon. Just because you dress a wizard does make you smart."

The Hunter chided- before pausing.

"...Yellow???"

kiraspaladinofmadness

"Of course. Though I'm starting to question whether or not I'm in a different universe." He didn't add that it was to cope because he didn't want to think he'd been thrown away.

"Have you ever met an aureal? That's how I learned all this sword business. Long story." He waved his hand with a flair.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"You mean the more ancient elven name for Akatosh? No. Used to work for the Vigilants of Stendarr. Witch hunter and beast hunter. "

They shook their head.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"No, they are daedra. From. A realm. Ohhhh. I see. I had noticed but." He sighed. "I'm going to pretend it is not the Sheo that I have been working for."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Seems like something he'd do. Auriel is an ancient version of Akatosh, mate."

kiraspaladinofmadness

"No," he corrected, "I knew full well it was him. I... love fighting for him. I just didn't want to admit to myself he's the one that put me here."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Ah. To be fair, he's been fragmented. It’s entirely possible that a different aspect of him is at work here."

The Hunter leaned against the wall.

"Or your just fucked, mate. But it seems like he protects his own... So... I don't know."

kiraspaladinofmadness

"It wouldn't be the first time. Won't be the last." That explained why he'd been overwhelmingly sad and not the usual happiness that came with him. "It's like a withdrawal, ugh. This is what it's like. Never touched the stuff, he tried to get me to drink some skooma but it was so nasty I couldn't get addicted to it." He was all sweaty and bothered under the armor, his fur almost slick like he'd used hair gel.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"...You got... Addicted to a Daedric Prince? ... You can DO that?"

kiraspaladinofmadness

"It is a long story, as they say. Of heartbreak and betrayal and rekindled...Fires I guess. A lot of fire.

thewitchhuntervigilant

Somehow, despite their face being covered in all places but their eyes, they somehow perfectly make the expression of "wtf" without the impoliteness to say it aloud.

kiraspaladinofmadness

He put his palms up, waving them, like, no. "Mostly literal fire. And stuff. Ah. To be fair it was his banker/comforter aspect. That part of him is always getting forgotten about."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"...Oh-kay, mate. Now's a good time to let someone else speak..."

They scoffed and turned away, not wanting to listen to WHATEVER Kira had going on in his past anymore. Which was fine by them... They didn't want to share their own history.

zealformayhem

"What this one is getting is that everyone here is strange in one way or another. She doesn't see any other patterns that would connect everyone here together." She said, tapping her chin in thought. "She wonders if everyone could also try speaking with this abyss, thought. Seeing that the abyss has, or had, a mind of its own- Could we ask it for help? Do we even know if it wants this itself??"

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Can't say I ever tried. Seems awfully malicious, attacking us and all, kid."

The Hunter pauses, thinking.

"I guess it couldn't hurt though. Even dying men have last wishes, right?"

zealformayhem

"Mhm, Mhm! Doesn't hurt to try!" She nodded, before turning to one of the walls and starting to talk to it- "Hello Mx. Abyss! We don't wish anything bad- in fact, we would be glad to help with not dying, we just don't want to die over and over for forever either- We have families, and friends, and people who care about us. But if this one and everyone else could help in a different way, we absolutely would. This one is sure we could think of something, given that almost all of us have magic powers and are smart!"

thewitchhuntervigilant

When literally nothing happens the Hunter did that sort of shrug where your arms slap your sides, less out of sass and more just... Tired.

"... To be fair I don't think it answers the old man anymore either. If it helps. anytime he comes down just to talk with the walla it just sounds one-sided."

zealformayhem

He let out a disappointed squeak, ears folding.

"Rude Abyss!! Ignoring people is not nice!!" He said, crossing his arms.

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter watched and furrowed a brow.

"I doubt that'll do much in the way of negotiations, kid. But eh... What's the worst that could happen?"

They walked around a bit and kicked a wall, trying to antagonize it.

"Hey you dragged me down here and won't le me go! What's the point of killing us over and over if we don't even stay dead? Hell maybe I should call these halls MINE! I've been down here longer then anyone else! Children will tell stories of ME!"

zealformayhem

"Yeah, yeah!! You tell them!!" Rampage cheered them on, but herself, she took a quieter approach. He pulled the hatpin out of his hat and began etching 'Foyvardar-ma was here' into the wall, in daedric, though purely because he didn't know how to write or read in any other language.

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter laughed and kicked the wall again, leading to one of the crystals cracking and falling off- taking a bone with it. They raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a little bad for a moment. If the world they were in was the Abyss, then they had just actually hurt it- and Rampage was actively branding it. They paused, before snickering and taking their sword to the wall, digging out rocks with it and making a bigger gash.

It was sort of cathartic.

zealformayhem

"Ooh, does this one think we can dig out a secret passage?" She excitedly asked as she approached The Hunter after finishing up her vandalism with a badly drawn cat face that was perhaps meant to be a self portrait, still armed with the hat pin. Not waiting for an answer, she proceeded to help dig out rocks with the pin, giggling like a mischievous scamp.

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

I'm all for escape plans but is this a good idea? He seems weirdly attached to this place.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"This dying god did seem important to him, you're right." He looked over at the khajiit. "I don't have family, that doesn't make me less important." And one friend. Technically unhealthy though. He was in a snappy mood, much preferring the open air to this claustrophobia inducing place. Now that you mention it, even large closed spaces were bad.

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

"We're all important to someone, I'm sure. Except me, maybe." He sighed. Damhan was regretting getting crossfaded.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"And me."

The Hunter agreed, sheathing their sword.

"But fine. I'll stop digging a hole in the wall."

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

"That makes two of us." Damhán sighed. He looked around, trying to figure what their next steps were.

ingarthemage

[Ingar gently weaved his way to the front to see what new horrors this place would concoct. Perhaps, once he got a sense for the place, he could work on getting everyone out.]

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funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

(Cut for length)

[Ingar hesitantly steps toward the shrouded figure, still nervous but somewhat reassured by the fact that they aren't attacking any of them.]

You, um, aren't a part of this place, are you? What is your name?

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Does it matter? We're all stuck here. You'll become one of these things sooner or later. As for my name, you don't need to know it. I'm a Hunter. That's it."

They huffed and glared at them.

"Thanks for the help. Now goodbye. I don't want to be around when one of you loses it, mate."

zealformayhem

"Good riddance! This one doesn't want this jerk around!" She glared back, sticking out her tongue at them.

ingarthemage

[Ingar sighs.]

So much for another friend... we should, um, keep moving.

[Still trembling, he leads the way into the next room, already dreading what they might find.]

zealformayhem

"Hopefully the next room has less scary puppies,," Rampage pointed out, following closely behind. It seemed he was determined to help with whatever they would find in the next room, fueled by the rage at the mysterious uncooperative 'friend'. And, partially, perhaps because of the alcohol.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"I don't think that was a puppy," he deadpanned. Then walked after the hunter. "Stop. Wait up."

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter gave an exasperated sound and whipped around to glare from under a tattered tricorner hat with peircing silver eyes.

"...You all aren't going to STOP following me ar you...?"

zealformayhem

"Well, duh, dork! it's not like there's another way to go!" She hissed, rolling her eyes. "This one suggests that, if he does not wish to be followed, he should stay back or start walking faster."

kiraspaladinofmadness

He gasped. "Those eyes, so unnatural. Well, I don't intend on turning into one of those things, so you can relax."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"They're not!"

The Hunter argued, sounding actually kind of offended.

"Silver is a perfectly normal eye color!"

kiraspaladinofmadness

"Green, maybe even yellow, now those are good colors for eyes." He's oblivious, going into his trademarked "saying the wrong things" mode.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Werewolves have silver eyes usually you buffoon. Just because you dress a wizard does make you smart."

The Hunter chided- before pausing.

"...Yellow???"

kiraspaladinofmadness

"Of course. Though I'm starting to question whether or not I'm in a different universe." He didn't add that it was to cope because he didn't want to think he'd been thrown away.

"Have you ever met an aureal? That's how I learned all this sword business. Long story." He waved his hand with a flair.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"You mean the more ancient elven name for Akatosh? No. Used to work for the Vigilants of Stendarr. Witch hunter and beast hunter. "

They shook their head.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"No, they are daedra. From. A realm. Ohhhh. I see. I had noticed but." He sighed. "I'm going to pretend it is not the Sheo that I have been working for."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Seems like something he'd do. Auriel is an ancient version of Akatosh, mate."

kiraspaladinofmadness

"No," he corrected, "I knew full well it was him. I... love fighting for him. I just didn't want to admit to myself he's the one that put me here."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Ah. To be fair, he's been fragmented. It’s entirely possible that a different aspect of him is at work here."

The Hunter leaned against the wall.

"Or your just fucked, mate. But it seems like he protects his own... So... I don't know."

kiraspaladinofmadness

"It wouldn't be the first time. Won't be the last." That explained why he'd been overwhelmingly sad and not the usual happiness that came with him. "It's like a withdrawal, ugh. This is what it's like. Never touched the stuff, he tried to get me to drink some skooma but it was so nasty I couldn't get addicted to it." He was all sweaty and bothered under the armor, his fur almost slick like he'd used hair gel.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"...You got... Addicted to a Daedric Prince? ... You can DO that?"

kiraspaladinofmadness

"It is a long story, as they say. Of heartbreak and betrayal and rekindled...Fires I guess. A lot of fire.

thewitchhuntervigilant

Somehow, despite their face being covered in all places but their eyes, they somehow perfectly make the expression of "wtf" without the impoliteness to say it aloud.

kiraspaladinofmadness

He put his palms up, waving them, like, no. "Mostly literal fire. And stuff. Ah. To be fair it was his banker/comforter aspect. That part of him is always getting forgotten about."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"...Oh-kay, mate. Now's a good time to let someone else speak..."

They scoffed and turned away, not wanting to listen to WHATEVER Kira had going on in his past anymore. Which was fine by them... They didn't want to share their own history.

zealformayhem

"What this one is getting is that everyone here is strange in one way or another. She doesn't see any other patterns that would connect everyone here together." She said, tapping her chin in thought. "She wonders if everyone could also try speaking with this abyss, thought. Seeing that the abyss has, or had, a mind of its own- Could we ask it for help? Do we even know if it wants this itself??"

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Can't say I ever tried. Seems awfully malicious, attacking us and all, kid."

The Hunter pauses, thinking.

"I guess it couldn't hurt though. Even dying men have last wishes, right?"

zealformayhem

"Mhm, Mhm! Doesn't hurt to try!" She nodded, before turning to one of the walls and starting to talk to it- "Hello Mx. Abyss! We don't wish anything bad- in fact, we would be glad to help with not dying, we just don't want to die over and over for forever either- We have families, and friends, and people who care about us. But if this one and everyone else could help in a different way, we absolutely would. This one is sure we could think of something, given that almost all of us have magic powers and are smart!"

thewitchhuntervigilant

When literally nothing happens the Hunter did that sort of shrug where your arms slap your sides, less out of sass and more just... Tired.

"... To be fair I don't think it answers the old man anymore either. If it helps. anytime he comes down just to talk with the walla it just sounds one-sided."

zealformayhem

He let out a disappointed squeak, ears folding.

"Rude Abyss!! Ignoring people is not nice!!" He said, crossing his arms.

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter watched and furrowed a brow.

"I doubt that'll do much in the way of negotiations, kid. But eh... What's the worst that could happen?"

They walked around a bit and kicked a wall, trying to antagonize it.

"Hey you dragged me down here and won't le me go! What's the point of killing us over and over if we don't even stay dead? Hell maybe I should call these halls MINE! I've been down here longer then anyone else! Children will tell stories of ME!"

zealformayhem

"Yeah, yeah!! You tell them!!" Rampage cheered them on, but herself, she took a quieter approach. He pulled the hatpin out of his hat and began etching 'Foyvardar-ma was here' into the wall, in daedric, though purely because he didn't know how to write or read in any other language.

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter laughed and kicked the wall again, leading to one of the crystals cracking and falling off- taking a bone with it. They raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a little bad for a moment. If the world they were in was the Abyss, then they had just actually hurt it- and Rampage was actively branding it. They paused, before snickering and taking their sword to the wall, digging out rocks with it and making a bigger gash.

It was sort of cathartic.

zealformayhem

"Ooh, does this one think we can dig out a secret passage?" She excitedly asked as she approached The Hunter after finishing up her vandalism with a badly drawn cat face that was perhaps meant to be a self portrait, still armed with the hat pin. Not waiting for an answer, she proceeded to help dig out rocks with the pin, giggling like a mischievous scamp.

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

I'm all for escape plans but is this a good idea? He seems weirdly attached to this place.

ingarthemage

Um, can we please move on? This isn't doing anything.

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

(Cut for length)

[Ingar hesitantly steps toward the shrouded figure, still nervous but somewhat reassured by the fact that they aren't attacking any of them.]

You, um, aren't a part of this place, are you? What is your name?

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Does it matter? We're all stuck here. You'll become one of these things sooner or later. As for my name, you don't need to know it. I'm a Hunter. That's it."

They huffed and glared at them.

"Thanks for the help. Now goodbye. I don't want to be around when one of you loses it, mate."

zealformayhem

"Good riddance! This one doesn't want this jerk around!" She glared back, sticking out her tongue at them.

ingarthemage

[Ingar sighs.]

So much for another friend... we should, um, keep moving.

[Still trembling, he leads the way into the next room, already dreading what they might find.]

zealformayhem

"Hopefully the next room has less scary puppies,," Rampage pointed out, following closely behind. It seemed he was determined to help with whatever they would find in the next room, fueled by the rage at the mysterious uncooperative 'friend'. And, partially, perhaps because of the alcohol.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"I don't think that was a puppy," he deadpanned. Then walked after the hunter. "Stop. Wait up."

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter gave an exasperated sound and whipped around to glare from under a tattered tricorner hat with peircing silver eyes.

"...You all aren't going to STOP following me ar you...?"

zealformayhem

"Well, duh, dork! it's not like there's another way to go!" She hissed, rolling her eyes. "This one suggests that, if he does not wish to be followed, he should stay back or start walking faster."

kiraspaladinofmadness

He gasped. "Those eyes, so unnatural. Well, I don't intend on turning into one of those things, so you can relax."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"They're not!"

The Hunter argued, sounding actually kind of offended.

"Silver is a perfectly normal eye color!"

kiraspaladinofmadness

"Green, maybe even yellow, now those are good colors for eyes." He's oblivious, going into his trademarked "saying the wrong things" mode.

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Werewolves have silver eyes usually you buffoon. Just because you dress a wizard does make you smart."

The Hunter chided- before pausing.

"...Yellow???"

ingarthemage

What's wrong with yellow eyes? :(

[Says the Altmer with amber eyes.]

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

(Cut for length)

[Ingar hesitantly steps toward the shrouded figure, still nervous but somewhat reassured by the fact that they aren't attacking any of them.]

You, um, aren't a part of this place, are you? What is your name?

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Does it matter? We're all stuck here. You'll become one of these things sooner or later. As for my name, you don't need to know it. I'm a Hunter. That's it."

They huffed and glared at them.

"Thanks for the help. Now goodbye. I don't want to be around when one of you loses it, mate."

zealformayhem

"Good riddance! This one doesn't want this jerk around!" She glared back, sticking out her tongue at them.

ingarthemage

[Ingar sighs.]

So much for another friend... we should, um, keep moving.

[Still trembling, he leads the way into the next room, already dreading what they might find.]

zealformayhem

"Hopefully the next room has less scary puppies,," Rampage pointed out, following closely behind. It seemed he was determined to help with whatever they would find in the next room, fueled by the rage at the mysterious uncooperative 'friend'. And, partially, perhaps because of the alcohol.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"I don't think that was a puppy," he deadpanned. Then walked after the hunter. "Stop. Wait up."

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter gave an exasperated sound and whipped around to glare from under a tattered tricorner hat with peircing silver eyes.

"...You all aren't going to STOP following me ar you...?"

zealformayhem

"Well, duh, dork! it's not like there's another way to go!" She hissed, rolling her eyes. "This one suggests that, if he does not wish to be followed, he should stay back or start walking faster."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"I did walk faster. And you all ran."

They pointed out with a snort.

"And for the record: this place is caretaken by Sheogorath. If you think the only path is the visible one- you aren't lasting long."

zealformayhem

"Give this one a bit of grace! She hasn't even seen Sheogorath in-person before this!" Rampage wasn't thinking of this, but probably neither have most normal mortals- Yet, people who were here, they weren't exactly that, were they? They were peculiar people, each in their own different way. The Emperor, a fox-man, an incredibly kind and sharing dragon priest, The Lord of The Hunt, a dragon-mortal, and two people who have somehow managed to sleep through all of this. Oh, and also, this weird jerk. Of course, he, himself was far from a typical mortal, and even quite strange for a demi-prince. There must have been some sort of pattern to this one. This wasn't accidental, was it, choosing these people out of all on Nirn and beyond. Sheogorath wouldn't go to the effort of kidnapping Hircine if it wasn't purposeful, in a way. But what was the pattern?! Relation to daedra? Madness?. . .

Wait, wasn't he forgetting someone?

"Mage guy! What is wrong with you?!" She suddenly stared at Ingar, her gaze quite intense. "Everyone here is some flavour of weird. So what in oblivion is his deal, hm?"

( @ingarthemage )

ingarthemage

[Ingar's eyes widen and his trembling increases.]

M-me? I, uh, I don't know. I'm just, um, a normal mage! I used to teach at the Arcane University. I... guess I'm weird in the sense that I started teaching there when I was only 31 years old, just two years after I... well... killed Jagar Tharn.

[He looks down. He doesn't like talking about his quest. It was very scary. One of the worst decades of his life.]

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

(Cut for length)

[Ingar hesitantly steps toward the shrouded figure, still nervous but somewhat reassured by the fact that they aren't attacking any of them.]

You, um, aren't a part of this place, are you? What is your name?

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Does it matter? We're all stuck here. You'll become one of these things sooner or later. As for my name, you don't need to know it. I'm a Hunter. That's it."

They huffed and glared at them.

"Thanks for the help. Now goodbye. I don't want to be around when one of you loses it, mate."

zealformayhem

"Good riddance! This one doesn't want this jerk around!" She glared back, sticking out her tongue at them.

ingarthemage

[Ingar sighs.]

So much for another friend... we should, um, keep moving.

[Still trembling, he leads the way into the next room, already dreading what they might find.]

zealformayhem

"Hopefully the next room has less scary puppies,," Rampage pointed out, following closely behind. It seemed he was determined to help with whatever they would find in the next room, fueled by the rage at the mysterious uncooperative 'friend'. And, partially, perhaps because of the alcohol.

kiraspaladinofmadness

"I don't think that was a puppy," he deadpanned. Then walked after the hunter. "Stop. Wait up."

thewitchhuntervigilant

The Hunter gave an exasperated sound and whipped around to glare from under a tattered tricorner hat with peircing silver eyes.

"...You all aren't going to STOP following me ar you...?"

zealformayhem

"Well, duh, dork! it's not like there's another way to go!" She hissed, rolling her eyes. "This one suggests that, if he does not wish to be followed, he should stay back or start walking faster."

thewitchhuntervigilant

"I did walk faster. And you all ran."

They pointed out with a snort.

"And for the record: this place is caretaken by Sheogorath. If you think the only path is the visible one- you aren't lasting long."

ingarthemage

We know about Sheogorath... "Theodor Gorlash" isn't a very clever alias, and he looked almost exactly like the real deal... though this one seems meaner :(

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

(Cut for length)

[Ingar hesitantly steps toward the shrouded figure, still nervous but somewhat reassured by the fact that they aren't attacking any of them.]

You, um, aren't a part of this place, are you? What is your name?

thewitchhuntervigilant

"Does it matter? We're all stuck here. You'll become one of these things sooner or later. As for my name, you don't need to know it. I'm a Hunter. That's it."

They huffed and glared at them.

"Thanks for the help. Now goodbye. I don't want to be around when one of you loses it, mate."

zealformayhem

"Good riddance! This one doesn't want this jerk around!" She glared back, sticking out her tongue at them.

ingarthemage

[Ingar sighs.]

So much for another friend... we should, um, keep moving.

[Still trembling, he leads the way into the next room, already dreading what they might find.]

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funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

ingarthemage

(Cut for length)

[Ingar hesitantly steps toward the shrouded figure, still nervous but somewhat reassured by the fact that they aren't attacking any of them.]

You, um, aren't a part of this place, are you? What is your name?

faustique

the fact that people can see me makes me kinda uncomfortable at times ngl

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

king-of-stalkers

Ooooooh! This is interesting!

..what the fuck..

Oh, lighten up, you asshole!

..there's an arrow in my head..

Walk it off.

zealformayhem

Rampage's eyes lit in recognition of a fellow daedra, being quite wary about the other people in this mysterious dimension before this and hesitating to interact with them too much. After this recognition, however, he immediately stumbled to hide behind Hircine, feeling somewhat safer that way. Was this some kind of- trial?? They didn't know or like where this was going.

king-of-stalkers

(Hircine jumps at the sudden presence, but quickly calms. Just a Khajiit, it seemed. Not one he knew, but nevermind.)

Hello.. small one. I assume you're stuck here too.

zealformayhem

"Hello mister daedric sir!! Umm. . . This one apologizes. She doesn't think she knows his name." Rampage lifted her hat in a polite greeting, before nodding, clearly saddened. "Yup, this one is, quite unfortunately- also stuck in this predicament."

king-of-stalkers

Mm. I am Hircine, Lord of the Hunt. Lord of the Punching Bags currently, however..

zealformayhem

"Ah! Hircine! This one's papa told her about him, a little. She thinks wolves are cute!!" She seemed excited, but then their excitement faded, ears folding in fear. "Umm, so, if even the Lord of the Hunt himself is here- Being hunted. . . Is there really no way of getting out of here?"

king-of-stalkers

I have absolutely no idea. No tricks, no exploits.. nothing.

But it doesn't have to be the end of us. Lucky me, I can't die.

Unlucky you. You'll have to suffer.

(Hircine grunts, as if something disturbed him that he deliberately ignored.)

I might find some trick in the system.. somewhere..

zealformayhem

"This one can't really 'die' either. He thinks it's. . . Even more unfortunate, though. Dying over and over is worse." He sighed, tapping his foot in thought, completely oblivious to Hircine's reaction to the 'disturbance'. "This one thinks that if we play along- and keep this weirdo entertained- we could stall the time. This one doesn't know how literal this 'dying god' stuff is, but her initial plan was to stall this for long enough for whoever this god-guy is to die."

king-of-stalkers

We can't stall him. He's Sheogorath. Or one of his many forms.

If I could get contact with the outside world.. I could call for backup, but the odds are slimmer every hour.

zealformayhem

"We can." She argued. They could, he was convinced they could. They just had to play along well. "Sheogorath or not, they cannot sweep the dissapearance of so many- in a lot of cases, important- people for too long. Somebody has to notice that we are gone. This isn't right. If a daedric prince isn't there to fulfill his purpose, then what's going to be with all his worshippers? What's going to be with the entire concept that said prince embodies? It's only a matter of time until someone notices that things are very, very incredibly wrong."

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

"I would hope so....."

Someone had to notice that he was gone. They'd definitely notice Hircine was gone. And they're have to notice the dying Imperial puppet and the weakling attached to him was gone too even if he was no longer in power. Even the evil bastards had loved ones, or so he thought.

ingarthemage

[Ingar looked at the bandits before him. Cowering in fear wasn't going to help. Though he was still deathly afraid and visibly trembling, the lanky elf stepped forward toward the bandits.]

Um... hello? Are you all trapped here, too?

funnyabyssman

One of the bandits charges at Ingar. Actually, that was a lie. All of the bandits charge at Ingar, except the one with the bandana, who simply flees deeper into the halls after catching sight of the approaching party.

Seems just about everything in here is aggressive in some form.

(Yeah sure I'll tag everyone. Why not. @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers)

kogandremaaz

(He quickly gets up from his spot on the ground and summons a large dragonbone sword. Standing, he is twice as tall as any mortal and carries himself with all the power and grace of Alduin. He starts fighting them without flinching, seemingly unimpressed by the enemies, though still drowsy with sleep.)

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

kiraspaladinofmadness

Kiras didn't work well with others, but it looked like he'd have to. Being an overemotional prone to crying didn't change that he was also a soldier.

Inside he wondered if he'd done something wrong to displease his lord. That his track record of managing to find all the wrong things to say had finally caught up to him. That or he'd grown bored with him.

"I still don't know what's going on," he said as gently as he could while being upset.

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

ingarthemage

[Ingar yelps as the bandits rush him. The good thing about his anxiety, though, is that he is always prepared for things to go wrong. Instantly, he casts a Force Wall spell to protect himself, and a second later, a rather large ball of fire shoots forth from his hand, bursting into the middle of the bandits.]

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers @kogandremaaz

king-of-stalkers

HAHA!!! SINGE AND BURN, BASTARDS!!

...

phew.. is that all of them? Other than that fucker with the fire bottle, I think they're down.

ingarthemage

Yeah, that should be all of them... bandits are pretty easy to kill....

[He does NOT sound thrilled at having to kill them. He is also still shaking.]

funnyabyssman

The bandiits dead, the hallway cleared.

The world rumbles around them, like the walls themselves are shaking in laughter. Behind them, the hallway closes. Ahead of them, the walls of the fort merge into a cave with Crystals lighting the way. The only direction is forward.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

kogandremaaz

(Kogandremaaz looks between the others with concern, his sword still held firmly at his side.)

Is everyone alright?

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

kiraspaladinofmadness

"Body crumbling, check. Sanity slipping, check. Paranoia and self-respect? Oddly enough, not checked."

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

king-of-stalkers

Paranoia will be in all too high supply here. Best keep our ears up and our wits about.

Delusions will kill the lot of us.

You sound so badass..

..mhm.

ingarthemage

[Ingar is shaking like a leaf, but he gives a thumbs up to everyone.]

Let's continue... I don't want to find out what happens if we stay in one place for too long.

[He is definitely imagining getting literally digested. It is not helping his anxiety.]

@kogandremaaz @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @severine-livincus @kiraspaladinofmadness @zealformayhem @angry-reachman-dragonpriest

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

king-of-stalkers

Ooooooh! This is interesting!

..what the fuck..

Oh, lighten up, you asshole!

..there's an arrow in my head..

Walk it off.

zealformayhem

Rampage's eyes lit in recognition of a fellow daedra, being quite wary about the other people in this mysterious dimension before this and hesitating to interact with them too much. After this recognition, however, he immediately stumbled to hide behind Hircine, feeling somewhat safer that way. Was this some kind of- trial?? They didn't know or like where this was going.

king-of-stalkers

(Hircine jumps at the sudden presence, but quickly calms. Just a Khajiit, it seemed. Not one he knew, but nevermind.)

Hello.. small one. I assume you're stuck here too.

zealformayhem

"Hello mister daedric sir!! Umm. . . This one apologizes. She doesn't think she knows his name." Rampage lifted her hat in a polite greeting, before nodding, clearly saddened. "Yup, this one is, quite unfortunately- also stuck in this predicament."

king-of-stalkers

Mm. I am Hircine, Lord of the Hunt. Lord of the Punching Bags currently, however..

zealformayhem

"Ah! Hircine! This one's papa told her about him, a little. She thinks wolves are cute!!" She seemed excited, but then their excitement faded, ears folding in fear. "Umm, so, if even the Lord of the Hunt himself is here- Being hunted. . . Is there really no way of getting out of here?"

king-of-stalkers

I have absolutely no idea. No tricks, no exploits.. nothing.

But it doesn't have to be the end of us. Lucky me, I can't die.

Unlucky you. You'll have to suffer.

(Hircine grunts, as if something disturbed him that he deliberately ignored.)

I might find some trick in the system.. somewhere..

zealformayhem

"This one can't really 'die' either. He thinks it's. . . Even more unfortunate, though. Dying over and over is worse." He sighed, tapping his foot in thought, completely oblivious to Hircine's reaction to the 'disturbance'. "This one thinks that if we play along- and keep this weirdo entertained- we could stall the time. This one doesn't know how literal this 'dying god' stuff is, but her initial plan was to stall this for long enough for whoever this god-guy is to die."

king-of-stalkers

We can't stall him. He's Sheogorath. Or one of his many forms.

If I could get contact with the outside world.. I could call for backup, but the odds are slimmer every hour.

zealformayhem

"We can." She argued. They could, he was convinced they could. They just had to play along well. "Sheogorath or not, they cannot sweep the dissapearance of so many- in a lot of cases, important- people for too long. Somebody has to notice that we are gone. This isn't right. If a daedric prince isn't there to fulfill his purpose, then what's going to be with all his worshippers? What's going to be with the entire concept that said prince embodies? It's only a matter of time until someone notices that things are very, very incredibly wrong."

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

"I would hope so....."

Someone had to notice that he was gone. They'd definitely notice Hircine was gone. And they're have to notice the dying Imperial puppet and the weakling attached to him was gone too even if he was no longer in power. Even the evil bastards had loved ones, or so he thought.

ingarthemage

[Ingar looked at the bandits before him. Cowering in fear wasn't going to help. Though he was still deathly afraid and visibly trembling, the lanky elf stepped forward toward the bandits.]

Um... hello? Are you all trapped here, too?

funnyabyssman

One of the bandits charges at Ingar. Actually, that was a lie. All of the bandits charge at Ingar, except the one with the bandana, who simply flees deeper into the halls after catching sight of the approaching party.

Seems just about everything in here is aggressive in some form.

(Yeah sure I'll tag everyone. Why not. @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers)

kogandremaaz

(He quickly gets up from his spot on the ground and summons a large dragonbone sword. Standing, he is twice as tall as any mortal and carries himself with all the power and grace of Alduin. He starts fighting them without flinching, seemingly unimpressed by the enemies, though still drowsy with sleep.)

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

kiraspaladinofmadness

Kiras didn't work well with others, but it looked like he'd have to. Being an overemotional prone to crying didn't change that he was also a soldier.

Inside he wondered if he'd done something wrong to displease his lord. That his track record of managing to find all the wrong things to say had finally caught up to him. That or he'd grown bored with him.

"I still don't know what's going on," he said as gently as he could while being upset.

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

ingarthemage

[Ingar yelps as the bandits rush him. The good thing about his anxiety, though, is that he is always prepared for things to go wrong. Instantly, he casts a Force Wall spell to protect himself, and a second later, a rather large ball of fire shoots forth from his hand, bursting into the middle of the bandits.]

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers @kogandremaaz

king-of-stalkers

HAHA!!! SINGE AND BURN, BASTARDS!!

...

phew.. is that all of them? Other than that fucker with the fire bottle, I think they're down.

ingarthemage

Yeah, that should be all of them... bandits are pretty easy to kill....

[He does NOT sound thrilled at having to kill them. He is also still shaking.]

#my overpowered baby boy with an irrational fear of everything <3

funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

king-of-stalkers

Ooooooh! This is interesting!

..what the fuck..

Oh, lighten up, you asshole!

..there's an arrow in my head..

Walk it off.

zealformayhem

Rampage's eyes lit in recognition of a fellow daedra, being quite wary about the other people in this mysterious dimension before this and hesitating to interact with them too much. After this recognition, however, he immediately stumbled to hide behind Hircine, feeling somewhat safer that way. Was this some kind of- trial?? They didn't know or like where this was going.

king-of-stalkers

(Hircine jumps at the sudden presence, but quickly calms. Just a Khajiit, it seemed. Not one he knew, but nevermind.)

Hello.. small one. I assume you're stuck here too.

zealformayhem

"Hello mister daedric sir!! Umm. . . This one apologizes. She doesn't think she knows his name." Rampage lifted her hat in a polite greeting, before nodding, clearly saddened. "Yup, this one is, quite unfortunately- also stuck in this predicament."

king-of-stalkers

Mm. I am Hircine, Lord of the Hunt. Lord of the Punching Bags currently, however..

zealformayhem

"Ah! Hircine! This one's papa told her about him, a little. She thinks wolves are cute!!" She seemed excited, but then their excitement faded, ears folding in fear. "Umm, so, if even the Lord of the Hunt himself is here- Being hunted. . . Is there really no way of getting out of here?"

king-of-stalkers

I have absolutely no idea. No tricks, no exploits.. nothing.

But it doesn't have to be the end of us. Lucky me, I can't die.

Unlucky you. You'll have to suffer.

(Hircine grunts, as if something disturbed him that he deliberately ignored.)

I might find some trick in the system.. somewhere..

zealformayhem

"This one can't really 'die' either. He thinks it's. . . Even more unfortunate, though. Dying over and over is worse." He sighed, tapping his foot in thought, completely oblivious to Hircine's reaction to the 'disturbance'. "This one thinks that if we play along- and keep this weirdo entertained- we could stall the time. This one doesn't know how literal this 'dying god' stuff is, but her initial plan was to stall this for long enough for whoever this god-guy is to die."

king-of-stalkers

We can't stall him. He's Sheogorath. Or one of his many forms.

If I could get contact with the outside world.. I could call for backup, but the odds are slimmer every hour.

zealformayhem

"We can." She argued. They could, he was convinced they could. They just had to play along well. "Sheogorath or not, they cannot sweep the dissapearance of so many- in a lot of cases, important- people for too long. Somebody has to notice that we are gone. This isn't right. If a daedric prince isn't there to fulfill his purpose, then what's going to be with all his worshippers? What's going to be with the entire concept that said prince embodies? It's only a matter of time until someone notices that things are very, very incredibly wrong."

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

"I would hope so....."

Someone had to notice that he was gone. They'd definitely notice Hircine was gone. And they're have to notice the dying Imperial puppet and the weakling attached to him was gone too even if he was no longer in power. Even the evil bastards had loved ones, or so he thought.

ingarthemage

[Ingar looked at the bandits before him. Cowering in fear wasn't going to help. Though he was still deathly afraid and visibly trembling, the lanky elf stepped forward toward the bandits.]

Um... hello? Are you all trapped here, too?

funnyabyssman

One of the bandits charges at Ingar. Actually, that was a lie. All of the bandits charge at Ingar, except the one with the bandana, who simply flees deeper into the halls after catching sight of the approaching party.

Seems just about everything in here is aggressive in some form.

(Yeah sure I'll tag everyone. Why not. @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers)

kogandremaaz

(He quickly gets up from his spot on the ground and summons a large dragonbone sword. Standing, he is twice as tall as any mortal and carries himself with all the power and grace of Alduin. He starts fighting them without flinching, seemingly unimpressed by the enemies, though still drowsy with sleep.)

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

kiraspaladinofmadness

Kiras didn't work well with others, but it looked like he'd have to. Being an overemotional prone to crying didn't change that he was also a soldier.

Inside he wondered if he'd done something wrong to displease his lord. That his track record of managing to find all the wrong things to say had finally caught up to him. That or he'd grown bored with him.

"I still don't know what's going on," he said as gently as he could while being upset.

( @emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers )

ingarthemage

[Ingar yelps as the bandits rush him. The good thing about his anxiety, though, is that he is always prepared for things to go wrong. Instantly, he casts a Force Wall spell to protect himself, and a second later, a rather large ball of fire shoots forth from his hand, bursting into the middle of the bandits.]

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers @kogandremaaz

#HE'S A VERY HIGH LEVEL MAGE!!!#also not to go off on a side tangent but I think that some of the TES Arena spells are just. a *little* overpowered. but it's canon so....#Force Wall also doesn't have a duration. it creates a shield until that shield is destroyed. like holy shit #not to mention the fact that the spellmaker can create even more ridiculously overpowered spells #the fun thing about mages in Arena: if you can survive the first few levels. you'll just be SO MUCH MORE POWERFUL THAN ANY OTHER CLASS #at least in my experience lol

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funnyabyssman

You find yourselves in a hallway, the walls seemingly shifting along the sides of your vision where it's just out of focus. Theodor is nowhere to be found... Perhaps at the helm of this shift, puppeteering it, guiding the Abyss. Or perhaps the Abyss is doing this all on it's own as a living, breathing world.

But there's the distinct sound of movement ahead. People talking. The fort might have residents in this hell after all. Bandits most likely. Something simple to start... Or perhaps end- with. One of the figures chatting looks a little different, clad all in leather and a bandana over their mouth. Maybe the Abyss used the appearances of real people to create it's pawns, this just being a starker looking stalker among the others.

If you turn around - the room you spent your last day in is gone. Disappeared. The warm hearth and tables of food traded for bricks and stone from the second you looked away. The only source of comfort gone... Traded for the endless halls of torment ahead.

You are alone among yourselves.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

king-of-stalkers

Ooooooh! This is interesting!

..what the fuck..

Oh, lighten up, you asshole!

..there's an arrow in my head..

Walk it off.

zealformayhem

Rampage's eyes lit in recognition of a fellow daedra, being quite wary about the other people in this mysterious dimension before this and hesitating to interact with them too much. After this recognition, however, he immediately stumbled to hide behind Hircine, feeling somewhat safer that way. Was this some kind of- trial?? They didn't know or like where this was going.

king-of-stalkers

(Hircine jumps at the sudden presence, but quickly calms. Just a Khajiit, it seemed. Not one he knew, but nevermind.)

Hello.. small one. I assume you're stuck here too.

zealformayhem

"Hello mister daedric sir!! Umm. . . This one apologizes. She doesn't think she knows his name." Rampage lifted her hat in a polite greeting, before nodding, clearly saddened. "Yup, this one is, quite unfortunately- also stuck in this predicament."

king-of-stalkers

Mm. I am Hircine, Lord of the Hunt. Lord of the Punching Bags currently, however..

zealformayhem

"Ah! Hircine! This one's papa told her about him, a little. She thinks wolves are cute!!" She seemed excited, but then their excitement faded, ears folding in fear. "Umm, so, if even the Lord of the Hunt himself is here- Being hunted. . . Is there really no way of getting out of here?"

king-of-stalkers

I have absolutely no idea. No tricks, no exploits.. nothing.

But it doesn't have to be the end of us. Lucky me, I can't die.

Unlucky you. You'll have to suffer.

(Hircine grunts, as if something disturbed him that he deliberately ignored.)

I might find some trick in the system.. somewhere..

zealformayhem

"This one can't really 'die' either. He thinks it's. . . Even more unfortunate, though. Dying over and over is worse." He sighed, tapping his foot in thought, completely oblivious to Hircine's reaction to the 'disturbance'. "This one thinks that if we play along- and keep this weirdo entertained- we could stall the time. This one doesn't know how literal this 'dying god' stuff is, but her initial plan was to stall this for long enough for whoever this god-guy is to die."

king-of-stalkers

We can't stall him. He's Sheogorath. Or one of his many forms.

If I could get contact with the outside world.. I could call for backup, but the odds are slimmer every hour.

zealformayhem

"We can." She argued. They could, he was convinced they could. They just had to play along well. "Sheogorath or not, they cannot sweep the dissapearance of so many- in a lot of cases, important- people for too long. Somebody has to notice that we are gone. This isn't right. If a daedric prince isn't there to fulfill his purpose, then what's going to be with all his worshippers? What's going to be with the entire concept that said prince embodies? It's only a matter of time until someone notices that things are very, very incredibly wrong."

angry-reachman-dragonpriest

"I would hope so....."

Someone had to notice that he was gone. They'd definitely notice Hircine was gone. And they're have to notice the dying Imperial puppet and the weakling attached to him was gone too even if he was no longer in power. Even the evil bastards had loved ones, or so he thought.

ingarthemage

[Ingar looked at the bandits before him. Cowering in fear wasn't going to help. Though he was still deathly afraid and visibly trembling, the lanky elf stepped forward toward the bandits.]

Um... hello? Are you all trapped here, too?

#//ingar catching strays #<- // lol Ingar about to prove him WRONG #// he may be a big ball of anxiety but he's a VERY powerful mage. not just anyone can assemble the Staff of Chaos and defeat Jagar Tharn!

funnyabyssman

You wake up in Nowhere. Or perhaps everywhere. It looks like a fort, and yet... There's something off about it. Too lived in for how empty it seems. Too clean to be lived in long for how much was there. The walls themselves almost swayed like a living breath. Perhaps it was breath, if buildings needed to breath...

Tap.

Life. The sound of not being alone in this hell you didn't recognize. How did you get here? How do you leave? Perhaps the tapping knew. Someone walking away- or maybe towards you. You didn't know.

But you weren't alone. Oh, there was sound in the maddening silence. Others... Like you. Taken by the void Sithis didn't nurture.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii @ingarthemage @severine-livincus @zealformayhem @kogandremaaz @kiraspaladinofmadness @angry-reachman-dragonpriest @king-of-stalkers

A man with a cane stood in a hallway. Mortal, seemingly. A light at his back, yet his eyes, gods his eyes, yellow like twin blinding moons, were visible most of all behind a dastardly grin.

ingarthemage

[Ingar finally woke up and immediately shrieked, scrambling to his feet. He looked around fearfully before spotting @emperor-uriel-septim-vii and rushing over to him. Ingar tried making himself seem smaller, which didn't really work given that he was already unusually tall, even for an Altmer.]

Please tell me this is just a dream. This has to be a dream. A really, really scary dream.

funnyabyssman

"Nope. Well... Yes? Yesn't. We'll go with yesn't!"

Theodor chuckles.

"Nice of you to join us. We can begin soon then. I'm having a frankly entertaining conversation with the khajiit child. I'd like too see how smart they are... Then! We'll begin!"

ingarthemage

Begin? Begin what? Who are you? Where are we? Why are we here?

[Ingar is trying so hard not to freak out anymore than he already is. He is... not succeeding.]

funnyabyssman

"This-"

Theodor twirled, gesturing widely with his arms around at the Abyss.

"-Is the Abyss! And I am THEODOR GORLASH! Best get the spelling right. And you're here to die. But! Don't worry!"

He stomped his cane into the ground.

"You won't die. Not yet anyway. You'll die over and over and over again until- CRACK! Like an egg! And then you're OURS! To feed a dying god! Ha! The Abyss ITSELF!"

ingarthemage

[Ingar's eyes widen. He is visibly trembling now. How is he supposed to–

Wait a minute. Theodor Gorlash? "Best get the spelling right." And... the cane. The yellow eyes. The obvious insanity. Could it be...]

...

Your name is an anagram, isn't it? You... you are the Gentleman with a Cane. The one that was there when—

[When Eleiridin took the Mantella and died in the Warp in the West...]

funnyabyssman

"Oooooh! Ha! You're smarter then the kitty it seems! The cat's out of the bag on that one isn't it?"

Theodor took a dramatic stage bow and sighed.

"SHEEEEEOOGORATH! Daedric Prince if MADNESS! ...Among... Other things I won't mention. But! ...We can stick to Theodor. Or the Gentlemen guise suits me well. One or the other works fine! But nothing else- unless your privy to being jam on the wall! There's a couple of me floating about. Get's confusing if we're ALL Sheogorath after all. Sentimentalist at heart it seems, despite the title. All this is to feed a dying old chum of mine."

ingarthemage

[Well, at least Ingar guessed right. One victory. Possibly the only victory he was going to get...]

Um... I wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you... but I would be lying. Mr. Theodor, sir, I, um, don't suppose you could let us go? I... I have a family to get back to, as does Uriel... we were actually staying with a part of you. Um. Charlie. The, uh, Hero of Kvatch part of you.

funnyabyssman

"Oh I remember them! Another face! Another fragment. I highly doubt they could save you now, however. You're already in the belly of the beast I'm afraid."

Theodor paced about.

"The Abyss is much like a Daedric plane of Oblivion- from my calculations. Much like the planes of the Daedric Princes like myself are as much a part of them as their chosen forms, the Abyss is a living breathing entity. But... Without a chosen form. Instead it uses me like it's arm. A mutually benefiting friendship."

He paused and smirked, looking back at the elf with a smug sort of look.

"You're not leaving, because you're already being digested. Literally."

ingarthemage

[Ingar whimpered. This was so much worse than assembling the Staff of Chaos... so much for protecting Uriel. And Eleiridin... they had just reunited!]

S-so that's it? We just get fed to some kind of Daedric god?

funnyabyssman

"YEP!"

Theodor chirped FAR to cheerfully for a maniac with murder of half a dozen people in mind.

"It's either that or let the old girl die. Which... I am Not doing! So a feeeew mortals need to go. Easy pickings. The old. The young. The weak. Anyone I can get!"

ingarthemage

[Ingar tried very hard not to cry. He was not going to cry in a room full of strangers, and especially not in front of a Daedric Prince. Somehow, he managed not to break down into uncontrollable sobbing. Tears still fell, but they did so silently. He turns away from Theodor and toward Uriel, lowering his voice.]

I'm sorry, Uriel. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you.

@emperor-uriel-septim-vii

emperor-uriel-septim-vii

[Uriel came close, also speaking quietly.]

It's alright, Ingar, it's not your fault. We'll be fine.

ingarthemage

[Ingar nodded. He tried to believe Uriel when he said they will be fine... but it was hard. Ingar had always tended to think pessimistically, which usually fed his anxiety. But giving up wasn't going to help. Finding a way out... that could help.]

I'll... I'll do my best to get us out of here.

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