The Telvanni pursed his lips and raised his right brow, visibly annoyed at the Altmer's words. It was quite obvious that the Dunmer found his followers incredibly patronizing. Much like his own Telvanni brethren in all honesty. "Contact...?" He aggressively asked, as though his authority had been questioned. "Contact!? I would have you know attempting to scrounge information from... Daedra Princes of all entities is quite futile!" The Wizard cleched his jeweled belt tightly in frustration "All Daedra demand a hefty toll for their services, most of which lead to a probable death or eternal slavery. Their advice is often convoluted and often useless. By Oblivion! Even Azura, supposedly the most 'benevolent' of the Daedra will throw herself into a petty tantrum if she doesn't get her own way. And before you ask, no. I asked Molag Bal no questions about Vivec, for if Bal happened to be holding the false God in his custody, he'd most certainly make sure that I never told anyone else, definitely." He patrolled the round table, eyeing his patrons, as if they were his ungrateful children. "Seeking help from such capricious beings accomplishes little, only a thicker problem. Take the very Red Year as an example assuming you all know of the Ingenium."
The Dark Elf stopped for a moment to clear his old and ailing throat. "As for supplies, you will not be needing any. We're not staying in Oblivion as long as you'd think. Besides, this is not a trip into the Alik'r Desert. Even if our journey is prolonged, the Void of Oblivion does not share Mundus' natural law of time. Do not expect to find yourselves suffering from hunger or thirst, or age for that matter." The wizard let out an awkward chuckle as his fellow Dunmer turned their heads and whispered dubiously among themselves. Sure, he knew everyone liked a good brew of mazte, or the fine taste of some delicious scrib jelly, but the purple-clad Dunmer feared no mutiny. By the time this quest was over, each member of this 'God-hunt' could buy themselves almost a river of mazte brew. That alone was enough to keep them in place... hopefully.
"Pardon me, but... How are we actually travelling to Oblivion?" 'Arithir' broke the chain of whispers, moving forward to the table whist gazing over the artifacts. Apart from the objects the Wizard had already mentioned, there lay only a worn, snapped staff head in the middle of the table. "I don't think there remain any more specific conduits that give entry into Oblivion, especially not any created by mortals." The Bosmer bit his lip as he once again surveyed the assortment of trinkets, before the Wizard's hand clenched the broken staff head, snatching it away from the Bosmer's sight.
"Do any of you know what this object is...?" The Dunmer inquired, raising the staff's head up high for all to see clearly.
"...It's the tip of a staff, I presume, or a crystal ball." The Dark Elf in Hlaalu bearings answered, his arms crossed and sitting as haughily as any Mer would. "How do you plan to use such an item? It doesn't appear to be any sort of artifact, like the others you have described."
The Telvanni laughed rather pompously at the uninformed Hlaalu. "Oh I assure you, renegade. What I carry right now humbles even the most powerful of any Daedric tool of discord." The wizard gave the crystal ball a quick and rough rub. The dirty orb began to twinkle mystically, as though it had just been enchanted somehow. All of a sudden, a terrible and stark beam of pure energy, which manifested as putrid green lightning began to abruptly strike and swirl around the room, zapping the various objects upon old wooden counter surfaces with powerful raw magicka. The Dunmeri renegades stood from their seats through instinctive shock at the sudden quake, with some shred of distain for this strange item the mad Wizard had wrought upon them; the drunken Breton woke immediately from the terrible noise that the sickly limbs of magical lightning emitted, shouting and screaming unintelligibly. Arithir himself was not safe from the rather 'shocking' and unanticipated display, jumping away violently from the table whilst backing himself to his corner in shock. It all seemed to happen so fast.
The Telvanni laughed maniacally, almost vindictively as the display continued. "This is no mere artifact! This here is what now remains of the Staff of Chaos! The very same artifact Jagar Tharn had used to banish Uriel Septim VII and his faithful servants to Oblivion." As the Dunmer finished announcing the broken yet still potent artifact, the rowdy display began to settle down; the globe-like staff head settled back into the Dunmer's hands, who snickered a little at the reactions of his painful patrons. "Through intricate study of the staff's remains, I have found that although it still works even without the rest of the body, it must be powered at the expense of an artifact on the outside. As in, a tribute."
The Telvanni once more boringly explained. "Exhausting these four things as tribute, powering the staff remnants for at least two days, we can effectively spring through all four of the Oblivion realms like speedy Nix-hounds; jumping from one dimension to the other like mere doorways. No need to exhaust ourselves, for we can now interrogate the Daedra on our own terms. What otherworldly beasts that are considered unstoppable by petty mortals will be powerless before this terrible item, our transport and yet our trump card."
The Telvanni surveyed the room proudly, with a wretched grin that was blatantly visible to all in the room. "Now..." The Dunmer thrust the Staff's head back on the round wooden table: "...Have you all made ready?"
The Dark Elf stopped for a moment to clear his old and ailing throat. "As for supplies, you will not be needing any. We're not staying in Oblivion as long as you'd think. Besides, this is not a trip into the Alik'r Desert. Even if our journey is prolonged, the Void of Oblivion does not share Mundus' natural law of time. Do not expect to find yourselves suffering from hunger or thirst, or age for that matter." The wizard let out an awkward chuckle as his fellow Dunmer turned their heads and whispered dubiously among themselves. Sure, he knew everyone liked a good brew of mazte, or the fine taste of some delicious scrib jelly, but the purple-clad Dunmer feared no mutiny. By the time this quest was over, each member of this 'God-hunt' could buy themselves almost a river of mazte brew. That alone was enough to keep them in place... hopefully.
"Pardon me, but... How are we actually travelling to Oblivion?" 'Arithir' broke the chain of whispers, moving forward to the table whist gazing over the artifacts. Apart from the objects the Wizard had already mentioned, there lay only a worn, snapped staff head in the middle of the table. "I don't think there remain any more specific conduits that give entry into Oblivion, especially not any created by mortals." The Bosmer bit his lip as he once again surveyed the assortment of trinkets, before the Wizard's hand clenched the broken staff head, snatching it away from the Bosmer's sight.
"Do any of you know what this object is...?" The Dunmer inquired, raising the staff's head up high for all to see clearly.
"...It's the tip of a staff, I presume, or a crystal ball." The Dark Elf in Hlaalu bearings answered, his arms crossed and sitting as haughily as any Mer would. "How do you plan to use such an item? It doesn't appear to be any sort of artifact, like the others you have described."
The Telvanni laughed rather pompously at the uninformed Hlaalu. "Oh I assure you, renegade. What I carry right now humbles even the most powerful of any Daedric tool of discord." The wizard gave the crystal ball a quick and rough rub. The dirty orb began to twinkle mystically, as though it had just been enchanted somehow. All of a sudden, a terrible and stark beam of pure energy, which manifested as putrid green lightning began to abruptly strike and swirl around the room, zapping the various objects upon old wooden counter surfaces with powerful raw magicka. The Dunmeri renegades stood from their seats through instinctive shock at the sudden quake, with some shred of distain for this strange item the mad Wizard had wrought upon them; the drunken Breton woke immediately from the terrible noise that the sickly limbs of magical lightning emitted, shouting and screaming unintelligibly. Arithir himself was not safe from the rather 'shocking' and unanticipated display, jumping away violently from the table whilst backing himself to his corner in shock. It all seemed to happen so fast.
The Telvanni laughed maniacally, almost vindictively as the display continued. "This is no mere artifact! This here is what now remains of the Staff of Chaos! The very same artifact Jagar Tharn had used to banish Uriel Septim VII and his faithful servants to Oblivion." As the Dunmer finished announcing the broken yet still potent artifact, the rowdy display began to settle down; the globe-like staff head settled back into the Dunmer's hands, who snickered a little at the reactions of his painful patrons. "Through intricate study of the staff's remains, I have found that although it still works even without the rest of the body, it must be powered at the expense of an artifact on the outside. As in, a tribute."
The Telvanni once more boringly explained. "Exhausting these four things as tribute, powering the staff remnants for at least two days, we can effectively spring through all four of the Oblivion realms like speedy Nix-hounds; jumping from one dimension to the other like mere doorways. No need to exhaust ourselves, for we can now interrogate the Daedra on our own terms. What otherworldly beasts that are considered unstoppable by petty mortals will be powerless before this terrible item, our transport and yet our trump card."
The Telvanni surveyed the room proudly, with a wretched grin that was blatantly visible to all in the room. "Now..." The Dunmer thrust the Staff's head back on the round wooden table: "...Have you all made ready?"
The longer she sat in the chair around that table the more she grew convinced the wizard was mad, and not in the good crazy and fun way, the bad out-of-his-mind and beyond moronic way. His answers were not what she had been expecting, but not bothering to say much more as he seemed a bit unreasonable as others chimed in. Her body tingled with a sixth sense, almost animal like shiver that she tried holding in while she remained seated in her seat. The shiver was well timed, for what happened next made the Altmer's hidden eyes grow wide and hidden mouth drop open slightly at the sight of the object glowing and almost writhing with anger as the mad man wielded it.
As all others mostly rose from their seats in fear, Lilly-Anna's right hand lifted in reflex as she straightened in her seat; not one to use magic but with her race being a bit more adept at it it came naturally out, a simple ward like a body sized shield in front of her and partially in front of the Nord woman to her side, her other hand reaching back behind her cloak and gripping the hilt of Woe (The Blade of Woe, but she simply refers to it as Woe). She was thankful for the ward but unsure of how much it could really withstand due to the staffs raw power, grateful, however, as she not needed test her estimations while the mad wizard's busted up staff calmed back down. As her ward dropped she stood, still gripping the dagger/blade in comfort, "You're level of crazy shames Sheogorath to a boring merchant." She did in no way intend her words to be kind, a bit peeved at the fact they were all almost good as dead if the Telvanni had wished it so. "But seeing as we've all escaped death once today, I'm willing to risk it once more."
As all others mostly rose from their seats in fear, Lilly-Anna's right hand lifted in reflex as she straightened in her seat; not one to use magic but with her race being a bit more adept at it it came naturally out, a simple ward like a body sized shield in front of her and partially in front of the Nord woman to her side, her other hand reaching back behind her cloak and gripping the hilt of Woe (The Blade of Woe, but she simply refers to it as Woe). She was thankful for the ward but unsure of how much it could really withstand due to the staffs raw power, grateful, however, as she not needed test her estimations while the mad wizard's busted up staff calmed back down. As her ward dropped she stood, still gripping the dagger/blade in comfort, "You're level of crazy shames Sheogorath to a boring merchant." She did in no way intend her words to be kind, a bit peeved at the fact they were all almost good as dead if the Telvanni had wished it so. "But seeing as we've all escaped death once today, I'm willing to risk it once more."
Ember had blinked in surprise when magical energy began to fill the room, rising from her own seat, as the woman next to her erected some type of magical barrier while reaching for a weapon. The Beast Blood within the Nord woman flared, the unexpected stimulus begging for the release of the monster, but she choked down that urge like stomach bile in her throat. Still, her eyes may have turned yellowed for just a moment, but with the release of magic if anyone had noticed it could easily be dismissed as a trick of the light. Her muscles tense in preparation for action but when no immediate threat materializes...
Perhaps she shouldn't think that. This Dunmer seemed madder than Sheogorath.
"It seems you have this all planned then." With a touch of frost in her voice at the overly done display. "And if successful this would be a story worth telling."
She couldn't speak for all of those assembled but she would be watching their host very closely. To ensure he didn't plan to use them as sacrifice to some of these Daedra for his answers or to leave them trapped on a plane of Oblivion. That was not a comforting idea.
"I'm still in and ready when you are."
Perhaps she shouldn't think that. This Dunmer seemed madder than Sheogorath.
"It seems you have this all planned then." With a touch of frost in her voice at the overly done display. "And if successful this would be a story worth telling."
She couldn't speak for all of those assembled but she would be watching their host very closely. To ensure he didn't plan to use them as sacrifice to some of these Daedra for his answers or to leave them trapped on a plane of Oblivion. That was not a comforting idea.
"I'm still in and ready when you are."
May I join as Macie? She's Alea's sister from the champions.
(KingofHaddock is the main person running but I don't think it would be an issue; this is a very slow moving RP though)
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