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Post by viss on Mar 11, 2012 18:14:39 GMT -6
Viss had crouched low when he saw Drooga draw his sword, moving forward but then stopping with a scowl of irritation. His large wet cloak made far too much noise in the grass and dry vegetation, making his ability to sneak tantamount to walking around in heavy armor. But as it turned out, he didn't need to do anything; Drooga took care of it. Drooga took care of all of it.
At the end, Viss stood tall and did nothing, just watching the other Argonian take down the sabre tooth with no assistance. Quite admirable actually; perhaps he would make a good Brother.
Viss tilted his head and walked in the direction he was pointed in, glancing at his guide once as he walked by and keeping both hands on his daggers for quick draws should he need them, "Are Sabre Cats the only thing you ambush?" He asked.
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Post by Drooga on Mar 12, 2012 6:49:44 GMT -6
"Ambush? I just took out the enemy before it could attack me. If I get payed right, I get the job done" replied Drooga although not entirely answering the original question. But he patted his leather pouch containing the Septims and continued on walking with his blood soaked blade now sheathed safely away once again.
On further thought it may have been a good idea to let Rango fight simply to see how good he was in preparation for what was coming next... But on the other hand he could be abysmal and die before a payment was made. The wind was beginning to pick up slightly although Drooga barely felt the cold, sailing the high seas of Skyrim over his lifetime in nothing but thin clothes had made him rather weather resistant although thick clothing was never unwelcome.
"Here we are" said Drooga to the other argonian as they climbed over a small slope revealing a deserted bandit camp with a dark cave etched into the side of a small cliff face. "Don't worry, nobody has lived here in years. The Imperials cleared the land but left this outpost incase they ever needed to travel down here" said Drooga, he was half right. The imperials were indeed ordered to take out everyone inside but they never returned... Unlike the bandits that now infested the place. Luckily nobody was outside at the time making his story more convincing. "Right then, in we go". Drooga slid down the slope causing mud to splatter over his boots, hopping over a spiked fence at the bottom he walked straight into the cave making sure that Rango was close behind.
The tunnel was dark, no torches had been lit although voices could be heard not too far away with faint rumbles alongside that. Drooga shrugged his shoulders as he glanced over to Rango. "Was anyone else going after this redguard by any chance?" he asked hoping it would make him seem unaware of what was ahead. Drooga crouched down and advanced slowly, he was well known in this area but they were still bandits that would not hesitate to attack without checking who their enemy was. Edging forwards the argonian knew what was going to happen next, lights were coming into view up ahead but the walls above had holes in. Without warning two dunmer elves flew out of the gaps catching even Drooga off guard, both landing on each argonian causing them to hit against the rough ground with a heavy impact. Drooga groaned in pain but was quickly lifted to his feet. "Drooga? We meet again I see". "Can't you look at who you're attacking before diving down" said the argonian angrily as he brushed dirt away from his armour. "And who is this?" asked the male dunmer with an unpleasant smile creeping over his face pointing a staff at Rangos head. "That is your new contestant, I believe he may last a few rounds... Now where is my reward?" asked Drooga immediately. "Fifty now, and another fifty with each round he wins". "Yes I know the deal" said Drooga quickly snatching his money away and pocketing it. "As I said when I first met you... I hope you can fight" said Drooga to Rango feeling no sympathy whatsoever and moving on through to the stands. Both elves grabbed the argonian tightly, tied his arms down and carried him through to the light.
A large pit was below with a fenced off area above it. This is where the crowd safely sat to watch the action. Drooga stood at the top not taking a seat and watched as Rango was thrown in with the ropes still tied around his arms. "Next up. This funny looking Argonian verses... The Ice Wraith!" bellowed the announcer with a thundering cheer erupting throughout the crowd.
[Sorry for long post. Do as many rounds as you want xP]
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Post by viss on Mar 12, 2012 12:11:15 GMT -6
Viss had no reply for the remark; he'd considered that an ambush. To kill an enemy stealthily with a lot of planning or very little didn't matter; the only thing that mattered were the results.
He entered the cave with some hesitation, eyeing the walls and the dark turns with dislike. When he entered areas like this, he preferred to go by himself and under the cover of night in order to fully investigate the area. Being led by someone was... grating on his nerves. Which was actually completely justified with the trap he'd just been led into.
If he had been without the cloak, Viss could have very well gotten up and killed the elf that had landed on him out of reflex. But because there was in fact a cloak, he resembled an angry cat trapped in a bag instead, hissing and clicking his teeth in a very feral manner. His fighting stilled to a very furious glare when the staff came close to him, feeling a magical hum coming from the carved wood so close to his snout. When Drooga spoke, the murderous and slightly insane look was turned on the Argonian, reptilian lips pulled back in a snarl. He could have been an animal with the look gave; perhaps worse than an animal with all of the things he wanted to do to Drooga right then and there.
Perhaps he should think about getting a hobby instead of letting his work rule his life.
Viss let out a wordless snarl as his hands were tied behind his back, bucking and thrashing as he was dragged away and then shoved down into an arena. His rage was at a full boil at this point; no one had ever gotten the drop on him. Never, since he'd joined the Brotherhood had he been duped like this. This made Drooga a very special person, and one that Viss's eyes found in the audience as soon as he stood, having managed to land on both feet without too much impact. He bared his teeth at the traitorous Argonian before snapping his attention in front of him, twisting his wrists behind himself and grabbing one of his sharp daggers. Ice wraiths were always hard to see, and moved quickly when they spotted prey; which meant Viss would need to be even faster getting rid of these ropes. Without cutting into himself, he cut the ropes and backed up several paces, taking his cloak off and charging at the ice wraith with it. He wrapped the creature in the fabric and brought it straight to the ground, drawing his other dagger and running both of them through the fabric and into the ice wraith repeatedly until the creature melted in defeat. Without thinking he hissed at the icy pile in his cloak, looking up into the audience at Drooga and clicking his teeth together. He'd grown to hate that cloak anyway.
But something else was dawning on him; he would have to get out of his arena as soon as possible. His form of fighting was not designed for a fair fight; it was designed for stealth and ambush. Sure he could be completely lethal in a fair fight; but for how long? He couldn't pick the lock on the creature gate since it was controlled from some kind of lever outside.
"The Argonian is the winner! Bring on the Ice Wolves!"
Viss turned at the announcement, eyes on the opening gate as he picked which wolf he wanted to focus on first. Ice Wolves were almost unreasonably tougher than regular Plains Wolves, so fighting three of them would be tough but manageable.
This was going to be a long day.
By the end of the fifth round, Viss was starting to get exhausted. He had fought an Ice Wraith, three Ice Wolves, two huge Frostbite spiders, a Chaurus and finally a Troll one after the other. The extra clothing he had worn to cover his Dark Brotherhood armor had been completely torn off by a combined effort of all the fights. How these people had managed to get so many of these beasts in here alive was a mystery to him, but he really wanted to leave before they brought something even more daunting out. Luckily it seemed like they were starting to run low on prepared beasts, and Viss took the opportunity to lean back against one of the pit's walls to drink a health draught and use what little he knew of restoration spells. He searched the crowd for Drooga again, ignoring whatever cheering or booing echoed from the crowd. In a second he was going to scale the damn wall by using the gate as a starting point.
(OOC: How do you get out of the pit anyway?)
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Post by Drooga on Mar 13, 2012 13:45:11 GMT -6
Drooga watched the action from above with great intrigue. He was not cheering or booing at any point during the ferocious bouts. This Argonian with out a doubt knew how to fight, and he fought well... A little too well. Most captives only survived up to two rounds leaving him slightly skeptical on what was going to happen next. Although the reward was turning out great, each round fifty Septims landed into Droogas hand with great disdain from the Dunmer. "I should not be rewarding you this money, bringing the Dark Brotherhood into our lair... Are you mad?" asked the elf through gritted teeth as he glanced down at Rango who was was taking a well earned rest from the action. "What the hell is a 'Dark Brotherhood'?" The Dunmer looked on in disbelief at Drooga as he asked this question. "Can you not see by his armour, he is an assassin! Best of the best, they appear out of nowhere and kill whoever their contract is as long as the pay is right. If this one has a method of contacting his brothers all our heads will be on the line" said the elf maliciously and slightly afraid as he gazed down at the Argonian with worried eyes. Drooga followed his stare and noticed the black armour did look impressive...
"Honestly. Never heard of them, and I have no reason to have. They are basically doing the same job as me" he replied. The Dunmer grunted knowing any more on the matter would just be a waste of his valuable time and moved away leaving Drooga to his thoughts. "Dark Brotherhood... Good luck to them finding me" he whispered to himself clearly not knowing how expansive the organization was. "And for the final match tonight... We have a creature of great mystery, of unbelievable power, a single swipe of its tail can kill ten men! We have a Dragon ladies and gentlemen!" yelled the announcer. The crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers at this point but after a while it died down as nothing appeared out of the creature gate. This caused mummers and boo's. One of the Dunmers quickly jogged up to the announcer and whispered into his ear. "Right, well it turns out the Dragon in fact killed ten of our men with a single swipe of its tail... I guess that ends this mighty battle for the day, come back tomorrow and see if this plucky Argonian can last another si- five rounds!" The gamblers dispersed in high spirits laughing loudly as they discussed their favourite moments in extraordinary detail.
Drooga stayed in the stands and watched Rango marching out as several weapons got pointed his way. They were taking him back to the cells, most likely to sleep the night alongside many of the fearsome creatures tormented within. They had not prepared a small jail for contestants that survived because it never happened. "Care for some spiced wine Drooga? You deserve it for bringing us a creature of such skill" asked a rather drunken bandit that was usually on watch duty. "No, I'm fine. I won't be here tomorrow, good luck on your betting" said the Marauder with a slight nod of his head. He had a feeling this Argonian would find a way out of a pit that's not very well protected next time. And he did not want to be there when the inevitable happened. A gain of money was was not worth a battle wound.
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Post by viss on Mar 13, 2012 16:37:43 GMT -6
(D8 I need to know the set-up of it before I can just start winging out posts about epic escapes. And slow down your own posts because you're getting rather close to controlling my character for me.)
The fact that the dragon did not show up was a saving grace, because Viss had never faced one and did not know what to expect on top of being very tired. Both of his eyes had found Drooga easily since he was standing still among an excited crowd, and he glared up at the Argonian wrathfully. When he found him...
Viss hissed when men abruptly approached him, looking slightly apprehensive with weapons drawn. He'd been faced with this sort of situation before, and his first thought was that they were going to kill him. After a moment though, it became apparent that they wanted him to move along, and he glanced toward the open gate they wanted him to go towards. A rather dark and poorly lit area. The Argonian stepped slowly in the direction they wanted him to go, looking at Drooga to track his position before he pulled his Shroud hood back up and put his daggers away. His shoulders remained drooped and slouched in a not-entirely-untruthful act of being completely exhausted. Those potions did wonders though.
The in-between area of the gateway was especially dark due to the lighting on either side of it, and Viss took full advantage of it when he entered, his silhouette disappearing toward the floor and making the guards panic and rush forward. He attacked from the left, using their own weapons and fear against them as well as a liberal amount of Frostbite Poison.
Viss leaped back into the arena, scattering the two men who hadn't rushed into the shadows and turning sharply to leap up and grab the gate, scaling the metal rungs until he got to the top of the pit and pulled himself out. His tail lashed and he hissed viciously at a surprised looking spectator, knocking aside a torch to dispel the light in the area. At least one good thing had come from the series of fights; he'd gotten severe theatrical infamy from being the winner. The crowd panicked and scattered as a result, treating him as if he were a wild animal instead of an Argonian. He took full advantage of the panic and jumped into it, sense of judgement a little skewed by anger and a refreshed sense of revenge. The Argonian drew both his daggers, not caring who got in his way or who he had to dispatch to get to Drooga.
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Post by Drooga on Mar 24, 2012 7:39:12 GMT -6
Drooga left the drunken bandit and headed for the exit with a slight smile slithering across his scaled face as he patted his heavy pouch of Septims with glee. He never usually made such a profit when 'gifting' this small arena with contestants, admittedly he had not made as much money compared to raiding ships on the high sea but that took a lot more effort and time.
The exit tunnel was in sight when roars of displeasure and fear suddenly flooded through the crowd. Turning around the marauder noticed everyone inside the cave was rushing at him undoubtedly heading straight for freedom and away from the attacked. "What the hell is going on now?" muttered Drooga in utter confusion but soon realised the trouble he was now in. Through the frenzied crowds a tail flashed in and out of view, it belonged to an Argonian and there was no doubt in his mind who the person was.
Crazy thoughts spiraled through his head at this point. Should he go straight in and attack him? After all he must be weak from fighting so many battles previously in the pit. The answer of 'no' won the decision making process, he had too many Septims on his body to lose and clearly his gear was not up to the task. Skill at wielding a blade was not good enough without proper protection in an area where anybody could attack at any angle. Drooga's boots thudded against the hard floor now as he followed the others heading back out into the plains of Skyrim. His body was becoming squashed against everyone elses as they all filtered through into daylight, the warm sun almost blinded the marauder as he exited. "Back to Solitude, he can't attack me there without guards interfering" thought Drooga quickly as he scanned the area for potential threats, none were present. The Argonian headed off in a hurry although still clear in sight due to the lack of trees and mounds of earth to hide behind.
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Post by viss on Apr 1, 2012 14:39:21 GMT -6
Viss exited with the rest of the panicked people, getting a wider berth than most as he stalked forward with both daggers drawn. He clicked his teeth together and hissed when someone bumped into him, cutting them down without a second look as he began to take longer strides after Drooga. But the flow of the crowd ahead of him blocked his view intermittently, greatly irritating the Argonian when he lost sight of his prey.
But despite the boost of the potions, Viss was still sore everywhere. And the soreness was returning to him with a more pointed presence. He wasn't used to fighting in a gladiator-style arena with one opponent after the other, and his endurance was greatly taxed because of it. When he finally exited the cave, he searched the skyline for an Argonian silhouette and found it, stalking toward it at a low run while drinking the last of his stamina potions. After a few meters his legs seemed to turn to wood, and Viss followed Drooga all the way back to the large river next to Solitude. He panted heavily and sheathed both daggers as he stared at the other Argonian making his retreat through the water, glaring at the clear plan to hide among the guards. But Viss could wait.
For theatrical affect, which he was getting rather good at, he walked in to the water and disappeared bellow the surface. He didn't like to be seen retreating, so a water escape was his preferred method, and it didn't allow the target to see where he'd gone either. Right now he needed to rest and reorganize a plan for Drooga.
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Post by Drooga on Apr 2, 2012 16:20:21 GMT -6
Drooga dragged himself back onto the familiar planks of Solitude docks and looked to see where the other argonian had escaped to, he noticed him slipping into the depths of the river, he did not seem to be in a rush and so doubted any further attack would pursue for now.
With a quick shake to get rid of loose water and a sneer to a dock worker that had been staring at him since he exited the river Drooga headed into town and for the first time in his life actually appreciated how many guards patrolled the area. The city was bustling as usual as people rushed left and right, in and out of shops buying and selling their wares. That's what reminded Drooga of the heavy leather pouch still attached to his waist. "May as well spend this" thought the Marauder happily as he gripped it tightly in one hand incase of any thieves lurking around the vicinity, there seemed to be many when shoppers walked about showcasing how many Septims they had without a care in the world.
Drooga snaked his way forwards keeping an eye out for Rango and any other enemy that may be spying on him and ended up by the smithy without even realizing. He was about to leave but a flash caught his eye, the sun shone fondly down and glinted over a rather fine piece of armour. Both scaled hands picked it up and inspected the material further, it was so unlike his iron ones. Much lighter, tougher and with no scratches on the surface... Brand new. "How much is this?" asked the argonian to the smithy. "Elven Guilded Armor? That's a fine piece you have there, it'll cost ya 1400 Septims" he replied. Drooga almost dropped it in shock much to the sellers displeasure. "Watch what you're doing with that! It'll feed me and my family for two weeks, please don't dent it or you will have to buy it". "I'll give you 1000 or I'm going to 'accidentally' drop it and run" replied Drooga with a cunning smirk. The smithy glared at this offer and almost snatched it away in disgust. "This is why I hate you damn lizards, now give me the twelve hundr- fourteen hundred Septims now, or leave!" "Ha, of course. Here is your twelve hundred Septims as requested" said Drooga with a grin as he jumped on the smithy's wording mistake. Quickly emptying his pouch and handing it over Drooga left the area rather quickly and put on his new armour. It was remarkably light, after wearing the iron for so long this felt like wearing feathers.
What to do with his old armour though? His clan would most likely find it beneficial, one of his members could wear it for protection or failing that simply melting it down in order to forge into something else would work just as well. "Back to Broken-Oar Grotto I guess" he whispered and began his adventure north of the city heading for the clans hideout whilst scanning his surroundings every couple of minutes in case anybody was following him.
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