Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140202001655/@comment-10197675-20140209194612

(In the Meantime South of Markloon and the Red Mountain...

Yargon sat up and brought his hand up to his face, as he rubbed the back of his hand against his nose he felt a slight pain; he then brought his hand away and saw blood dripping down from it. Yargon then slowly got up with the red stuff still rolling down from the cuts around his head and from his nose. He looked to the ground seeing the headless body of the Dark leader, a pool of blood surrounded him and the odd twitch still quivered through his leg. Yargon then reached down picking up Ice blade, he looked at the razor end of the blade from where it had snapped and then he sighed, he then put the blade in his holster on his back. Yargon still felt rather dizzy as he started to woddle forwards, his sense of direction had disappeared as he aimlessly started walking south limping every step of the way...)

(The text above was my most previous post for Yargon, this next post is not set directly after it, but it is after the death of Vidron)

Meanwhile within Morrowind, Blacklight…

After his decision to head North Yargon had traipsed northward towards the settlement of Blacklight, in which he a headed for the town inn, Yargons injuries were to ghastly to carry onwards. As Yargon walked through the ghostly destroyed settlement tiredness started to strike upon him. Yargon collapsed to the ground falling into a bed of ash. Motionless he lay as he started to astray into a void of darkness once more, he could here faint voices within his head.. “I’m sorry”…… “The chest”….

One hour later..

Yargon slowly rolled over onto his back opening his eye’s he stared up into the morbid, dark and grey sky, but this time there was a different wind flowing through the air... This wind was not shrouded by evil, but by peace and prosperity, Yargon looked at the Red Mountain, no smoke ploughed out its top. Vidron was dead and so were his armies, as Yargon now sensed it

Yargon: They did, what I could not, Vidron falls and so Nirn is enlightened

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon stood up he looked up into the sky, a ray of light shone down from a split in the grey clouds, Yargon heard a voice..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Archangel: It is true Yargon, Vidron has fallen and so forth has all of his armies.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon: Is that it then, Vidron is dead, surely now I can finish my life and return to my family…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">There was a brief pause.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Archangel: Vidron did not fall to your blade, you did not kill him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon: But there is no evil left on this planet to destroy... it has been vanquished!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Archangel: Do not be a fool Yargon… evil… will never fall…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The split in the clouds then closed and darkness concealed the land once more. Yargon then gave a blank and slightly infuriated look up into the grey clouds. He then started to gradually walk west heading towards Skyrim as he headed out of Blacklight…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon headed along the Dunmeth Pass through the Velothi Mountains, in which he headed for Windhelm. As Yargon strayed along the path, heavy thoughts hit him, questions and answers. As he started to near Refugees’ Rest he could once more taste the fresh and cool Skyrim air, thus he knew now he was with peace once more, Yargon then walked into Windhelm Stables.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon: Do you have any horses for sale?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ulundil walked timidly towards Yargon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ulundil: Yes I do… do you have the coin…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon: No, but I do have this.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon then drew the broken Iceblade; he then grabbed the other half of the blade that he had wrapped in a fine cloth. Ulundil frowned he looked at the broken Great sword, ice blue steam elevated away from the blade. Ulundil squinted and licked his lips.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ulundil: The blade is broken…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon: You would have to be the king’s jester to turn this adequate blade down, it served me well and it could do so with you to, you could not craft or find any better claymore within Tamreil, also it can be remade…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Tempted by Yargons offer Ulundil stroked his chin.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ulundil: How…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon: Visit a blacksmith who lives in at Darkwater Crossing, speak of my name and he will remake it for you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ulundil thought a little longer…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ulundil: Deal, take the white horse in the stables.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon then presented Iceblade to Ulundil, Ulundil took hold of the handle he lifted the blade up staring upon it. He then took the other half of the blade and put it down on a barrel, he then stroked his finger along the edge of the sword, the edge ripped into Ulundil’s skin drawing blood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon pulling himself up onto his new stead: Just because it is broken does not mean it is blunt, good tidings friend…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon then spurred on his horse as it galloped westwards, Ulundil walked back into his house carrying his new weapon carefully.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ulundil: I must get this repaired, Darkwater crossing it is…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Snow flourished down from the sky as Yargon gradually got closer to his destination, as he passed through the district of Hjaalmarch. Yargon closed his eyes as weariness once again struck him, as he headed for his camp near Markarth. Yargon kept on thinking that this was now his last journey, he would not need to carry on any longer, he believed that his time was coming to an end and soon that may be.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">A couple of hours later Yargon neared his camp, rotten logs lay next to a dead pile of ash, the tent had been blown to the ground by the wind and Yargon’s chest had been ransacked by bandits or adventurers, but there was a satchel on the ground next to the battered tent, Yargon picked it up there was a letter inside of it..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The letter was torn, Yargon read a small sentence on the bottom of the letter..

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">We have her…       

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; -ms-text-autospace:; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yargon then remembered back to the days of when he lived in Riften with his wife, this letter had been written on the day she was taken, the day Yargons life fell apart. The Redguard then remembered the days of which he was in The Forgotten Vale, when he had fought that horde of thousands of vampires and gargoyles. Yargon then closed his fist tightly scrupling the letter up in his hands; he then chucked it down onto the ground next to the tent. The Redguard then lit a spare torch he had with him, he looked around the sullen camp, a silver amulet on the ground caught his eye, and he picked it up, it was Aedral’s amulet she once wore the last time Yargon truly saw her. Yargon then remembered the sun shining through into his warm house on a Frostfall morning in Riften; the warmth of Aedral’s presence within The Redguards mind satisfied him. Yargon then clenched the amulet in his hand, before slotting it into his pocket, he then walked towards the tent and lifted it up, he then grabbed his old Glass Great sword from underneath it and he put the Claymore on his back. The Redguard then took one last look around the camp; he breathed in heavily… he then threw the torch down onto the tent. Yargon then walked away from the camp heading west into the Mountains, in which he would head for Hammerfell, where he’d live for the next decade or two…