Post by Snowfrost on Jun 1, 2008 9:20:33 GMT -5
A bare-chested Khajiit was sitting in front of a simple desk, in a barren room. Reports, documents, and maps were strewn upon the desk. The Khajiit put his face in his hands after reading a very important document, the Khajiit sighed, and continued reading until he heard a knock on the door.
"Enter" he said as a 7 1/2 foot tall Argonian entered the room, decked in Dunmer Ebony armor, sans the helmet. The Ebony Armor was crafted expertly by the native Dunmer of Vvardenfell, created from a rare form of volcanic glass buried in the lava flows from Vvardenfell's Red Mountain.
And standing tall and proud next to the tall Argonian was his spear. "Nerevar, here's the reports of my patrols" he said procuring a set of reports, he walked forward and gave it to Nerevar.
"Thank you Braos, you may leave" he ordered, Braos stood there for a few seconds. "Nerevar, will m'liege recover once they return with his aspects?" he asked, as Nerevar sighed, "I really wouldn't know, but that's the only choice we have, you heard IT, we can only hope that they get those aspects of him in time" he said as he stood from the chair and left the room with Braos in tow.
They walked through several ruined hallways, before coming to a door. Nerevar grabbed the handle and opened the door.
The door led to a massive chamber, upon which half of the room was covered in Ice. Water had started pooling in puddles around the Ice-free half of the room. Four Argonians and Four Ferranos Guards geared in Bonemold armor; a special armor from Morrowind, and Silver Halberds.
Expertly crafted by Native House Hlaalu Blacksmiths, the armor was composed of softened shells which were assembled and shaped before being glued with resin glues. The armor was given to them by Nerevar who had contacted House Hlaalu in need of armor for guards he had established.
Nerevar nodded to them, the guards lowered their weapons, and relaxed, but still completely aware of their surroundings.
Nerevar sighed, as he touched the ice, and looked inside...The Ice that horded half of the room didn't appear as a wall; it resembled an iceberg, like the ones he had seen in Solstheim. But it wasn't the ice that was important to them...No it was the person inside it, a very important person.
Within the Ice, a Khajiit was crucified, on an upside down cross. The Khajiit was bare-chested, only wearing his leather pants. The blades of two swords were protruding from his open chest; the hilts could be seen behind the Khajiit, held in mid-air by the Khajiit's body and the Ice.
Nerevar turned his gaze away from the Khajiit's open chest, not wanting to see the insides, bone, and organs of the Khajiit. "Every day, a few inches of Ice melts Braos...It's been a few weeks since we've heard from Schnee-Kälte and Fera, they need to hurry" Nerevar said.
"I've also tried to contact my Daedric patron, Princess Azura...But to no avail, she can't answer or won't...That has never happened before, Braos" he informed him, "Something big is going to happen, sooner or later, it'll happen."
"We'll have to be prepared, for everyone's sake, including Mathelar's" said Nerevar as he gazed towards Mathelar's crucified form, as Braos nodded.
"Especially for his sake" Nerevar whispered to himself.
"Enter" he said as a 7 1/2 foot tall Argonian entered the room, decked in Dunmer Ebony armor, sans the helmet. The Ebony Armor was crafted expertly by the native Dunmer of Vvardenfell, created from a rare form of volcanic glass buried in the lava flows from Vvardenfell's Red Mountain.
And standing tall and proud next to the tall Argonian was his spear. "Nerevar, here's the reports of my patrols" he said procuring a set of reports, he walked forward and gave it to Nerevar.
"Thank you Braos, you may leave" he ordered, Braos stood there for a few seconds. "Nerevar, will m'liege recover once they return with his aspects?" he asked, as Nerevar sighed, "I really wouldn't know, but that's the only choice we have, you heard IT, we can only hope that they get those aspects of him in time" he said as he stood from the chair and left the room with Braos in tow.
They walked through several ruined hallways, before coming to a door. Nerevar grabbed the handle and opened the door.
The door led to a massive chamber, upon which half of the room was covered in Ice. Water had started pooling in puddles around the Ice-free half of the room. Four Argonians and Four Ferranos Guards geared in Bonemold armor; a special armor from Morrowind, and Silver Halberds.
Expertly crafted by Native House Hlaalu Blacksmiths, the armor was composed of softened shells which were assembled and shaped before being glued with resin glues. The armor was given to them by Nerevar who had contacted House Hlaalu in need of armor for guards he had established.
Nerevar nodded to them, the guards lowered their weapons, and relaxed, but still completely aware of their surroundings.
Nerevar sighed, as he touched the ice, and looked inside...The Ice that horded half of the room didn't appear as a wall; it resembled an iceberg, like the ones he had seen in Solstheim. But it wasn't the ice that was important to them...No it was the person inside it, a very important person.
Within the Ice, a Khajiit was crucified, on an upside down cross. The Khajiit was bare-chested, only wearing his leather pants. The blades of two swords were protruding from his open chest; the hilts could be seen behind the Khajiit, held in mid-air by the Khajiit's body and the Ice.
Nerevar turned his gaze away from the Khajiit's open chest, not wanting to see the insides, bone, and organs of the Khajiit. "Every day, a few inches of Ice melts Braos...It's been a few weeks since we've heard from Schnee-Kälte and Fera, they need to hurry" Nerevar said.
"I've also tried to contact my Daedric patron, Princess Azura...But to no avail, she can't answer or won't...That has never happened before, Braos" he informed him, "Something big is going to happen, sooner or later, it'll happen."
"We'll have to be prepared, for everyone's sake, including Mathelar's" said Nerevar as he gazed towards Mathelar's crucified form, as Braos nodded.
"Especially for his sake" Nerevar whispered to himself.