ACTION RP, Dwarven Knowledge.

Bhidul approaches the large Dwarven kingdom, being said to be miles large. He awaits for his comrades (Whoever is RPing) and examines the entrance. Placing his hand to the Dwarven metal door. It's dusty, filthy, but intricate. He opens a book, as well as a large scroll to translate from the Dwarven tongue. He reads the book, translating it's secrets to the entrance. He pulls out a Dwarven control cube and places it on a small stone and Dwarven metal tower. The cube glows and opens the door.

"Today we shall gain the secrets of the Deep-Elves," Bhidul slides his helmet on and drawing his giant, two-handed scimitar he carefully designed himself. " Come..." He motions the others (RPers who would like to state to RP OOC) to follow.

He takes the cube and goes into the dark Dwarven ruin. It seems not so ruined after all. The wall torches can be seen in the distance. Bhidul lights the end of his torch and goes forward into the ruin. Multiple clank noises are heard as many Dwarven spheres pop out of their ball-like form. They draw their weapons and attack. (Play out how you take out the spheres, each person can decide how many they take out, after a few posts I'll continue the story, thanks :p)

((Anxious, I must RP in my own thread >:T))

Bhidul runs into the battle, heaving his sword and bashing a sphere. He strikes again but then grabbing its head and tearing it off, throwing aside. He runs to another sphere attacking with his sword, spraying sparks everywhere. He strikes again, repeatedly bashing the enemy until its death.

Mo'jahi Ice-Eye enters the Dwarven ruin right after Bhidul. He is excited to be on an adventure again, doing what he loves to do, raiding ancients tombs, temples and ruins. It is the reason why Mo'jahi agreed without hesitation to join with Bhidul and the others for this adventure. His last expedition had been 4 years past.

As the group slowly entered the ruin. Mechanical noises can be heard as multiple Dwarven constructs come back to life. Not really skilled in the art of combat, Mo'jahi did pull out the dagger that he had bought from Gnarlus. Mo'jahi leaped over the dwarven sphere coming at him and tackled it from behind. Using Goblin's Friend (his dagger) he stabbed at the back of the sphere till it fell down and stopped working.

Bhidul notices more spheres, he parkours up a wall, jumping onto a catwalk armed with Dwarven explosive crossbows. He places his Dwarven control cube onto the stone post, killing the remaining spheres. He jumps down, rolling when he it the ground to decrease pain and stopping body damage. He brushes himself off.

"We must move into the next chamber." He motions to follow.

They walk through a large hallway. He can see a door with a small platform sticking out. But there's no steps, nothing. He stares at his book and finds out what to do. He walks to the stone post and sets the control cube on it.

"Ones may get a little wet." Bhidul says chuckling.

As the cube glows he retrieves it. Two stone walls close together making sure the upcoming water doesn't flood the whole ruins. Pipes at the sides of the walls spray water, floating them to the entrance. He shakes off walking to the next room. It's a courtyard, but is roofed. It holds many chests with Dwarven metal designs. He opens the chests pulling loot and stuffing them into his bag. A large clank is heard, two large Dwarven centurions drop down, a bloody battle is coming.

((A little late but I wouldn't mind joining in on this if that is okay :) ))

Arisel had heard about an expedition to an ancient Dwemer ruin, and the thought of discovery intrigued her enough to travel many miles to see it. Upon entering the ruin through the great metal door, she is greeted with the freshly destroyed parts of Dwemer spheres who guarded the first room. She activates her magelight to see better, a glowing orb of blue light that floats around her. She quickly pushes forward while drawing her staff, curious as to who is in here.

When she reaches the second room she hears the voice of Bhidul and sees him reaching for an orb just as she enters. She quickly finds herself surrounded by water, floating upwards to the next room. Arisel looks around in awe at the room they are standing in. Chests are everywhere, and the ceiling is decorated with intricate designs. She smirks at Bhidul, seeing him loot the chests.

"Are you going to have enough room in your bags for all tha-" a loud crash ahead stops her midsentence. She looks up to see two centurions drop down, swinging their massive bladed arms towards the trio.

"This will be interesting," she mumbles, already preparing a ward spell for Ice-Eye and Bhidul.

Mo'jahi was just about to greet Arisel as a loud crash echoes through the room. Turning around he sees two lumbering dwarven centurions approach. Mo'jahi waits for Arisel to finish the ward spell before sprinting to meet the left centurion.

"They may be large but they are also slow." he mumbles to himself.

(just a little bit,now Ill wait and see who else joins.)

Mo'jahi was about to greet the newcomer when a loud crash is heard echoing through the room. Mo'jahi turns and sees two large lumbering dwarven centurions are approaching.

"They may be large but are also quite slow." he mumbles to himself as he starts sprinting towards them, drawing his dagger in the process.

(Just a small bit and wait to see who else shows up)

((Could you edit it to attack the centurions first? I kinda want a fight for a few posts before quickly moving on :) ))

(Whatever you want think that will be the best. )

He watches as more centurions drop down, two more. He smirks beneath his helmet. Bhidul runs at one of the centurions, he stabbed his sword into its chest and ran up its torso and onto its head. The machine flung him into the air. Bhidul raised his sword over his head and sliced a large half-cut down the machines back. He ran away as a large electric explosion was soon to happen. It exploded, flinging Bhidul and shocking him a bit. He nods to the others letting them take the other one. He wipes some springs and small gears off his shoulders after he killed the giant brute.

A magical golden spear slams into the chest of the second centurion and quickly dissipates. Sylvarris had approached the group silently and had observed the combat for a few moments before joining in. He stands slightly behind the rest of the group, the torch-light glinting off of his stark white and blood-red trimmed armor, and his pointed ears hold back his long blonde hair. He is quite tall and intimidating, definitely an Altmer. His matching colored cloak typically flows down to cover his arms as well as his back, but his arms brush it away as he readies his large two handed sword.

(( OOC: I hope I did this correctly, this is my first forum RP post. If I make a mistake, please correct me. Also, I may not post as often, as I tend to forget to check the forums. ))

((Bhidul made it work :D All good!))

Arisel continued her ward on Bhidul to lessen any blows he may sustain from the centurion during his combat. Her hands weave back and forth, emitting a faint yellow glow. She feels the strain against her ward when he is knocked back by the centurion's explosion, but pushes through it despite the energy it takes. A sudden flash of light catches her eye. She quickly looks over and sees a spear slam into the other centurion, quickly taking it out as it falls to the floor with a loud thud. She turns her gaze back and notices a very tall Mer approach from behind. She cancels her spell, bringing her hands back down to her sides and turns to the Mer, curiosity taking over her facial expression as she cannot see his face very well due to the lighting.

Mo'jahi just looks around himself as all of the centurions fall. His dash towards one ended up being pointless as help arrived in the form of two more mer. He walks up to one of the centurions and picks up the part that could be named the heart of the machine. Wires are sticking everywhere out of it and it fizzes. Receiving a slight shock Mo'jahi puts the object into a bag and proceeds to collect from the other 3 the same although one of them is too broken to be of use. The group rests for a moment checking the area out before moving on.

"Come..." He says and motions the others to follow.

They enter another gate. Bhiduk places his control cube onto the tower and opens it. He walks into a hallway and leads the others to another mysterious gate. There is no place to use the cube. He decides to use a special power he had meditated for a long time. He walks back and sprints forward at the speed of light and slams the door down. He wipes away a gash on his shoulder and wraps some bandages. They walk into another room and sees a large rip in the ceiling, letting the north snow fall into the courtyard-like area. He sees a recent dolmen made by other worshipers. They walk in, making a sacrifice to Molag. He runs at one performing a quick-execution. He kicks one of the robed dunmer over and scoops his blade through his blade. The dolmen begins to drop its anchors.

"We'd best stop them!" He shouts.

The dolmen drops down its daedra.

He grips his sword tight and lets a warcry-curse in Ta'Agra (Usual language he curses in) He takes out the first few Daedra and continues fighting...

As the group watches the dolmen drop it's chains to the ground, Arisel quickly scans the enemies ahead. She had some experience fighting daedra, but not a whole lot. When Bhidul charges forward towards the enemies ahead, she pulls her staff from her back and slams it into the ground in front of her while chanting. Light streams from the staff along the ground towards the daedra, slowing them in their stead as tendrils of light reach around their ankles.

"Go now!" she yells before beginning another chant, another ward spell for Bhidul, Ice-Eye, Argo, and Sylvarris as they charge into the fray. If they are hit directly, the ward will bounce off the worst of the attack, leaving them with superficial gashes instead of life-threatening wounds. Using the spell on four people quickly drains her of her energy though, but she continues despite it and hopes they kill the daedra quickly.

Sylvarris gives Arisel a quick nod before swiftly charging into battle, impaling one of the cultists with another magical spear and chopping a daedra with his broadsword. He is surprisingly fast for his size, and parries most of the attacks thrown at him, with the ones he miss bouncing off of the ward protecting him. As he finishes off another cultist, he notices a group of enemies approaching Arisel. He intercepts them, his face a mask of righteous fury, and sweeps his blade across their ranks, hurling an Aedric Spear at any who attempt to flee. As he fells the last one of them, an arrow slices his shoulder, tearing his cloak slightly. He glances in the direction it came from and picks out a Dremora archer hiding in the shadows. He quickly calls out to his comrades and points in the daedra's general direction as another arrow whizzes past him. "Archer! Kill him!"

Mo'jahi followed group up the stairs and watched as the dolmens came crashing down. As the daedra came out, he curses. "This is why Mo'jahi sneaks."

He picks out a group of flame atronachs and starts running for them. Mo'jahi dodges their fireballs or lets them hit the shield Arisel threw up. Unexpectedly he runs into an atronach as is came forwards. The instant the flame atronach touches his skin, it dissipates into nothing and the temperature around him cools. His right eye starts glowing bright. "Mo'jahi did not know his frozen eye could do this, interesting."And so Mo'jahi proceeds to run at the rest of the flame atronachs, touching them, and watching them disappear. However he does come away with a bit of singed fur, the eye's power not being that strong after all. Mo'jahi hears Sylvarris call and looks where the archer is. Mo'jahi slowly begins to sneak his way around to that position and try and catch the rest from behind.

In the distance Arisel can hear the commotion of the battle, but they sound so far away as she continues her ward spell. She looks up from her spell weaving momentarily to gauge how many enemies are left. Just a few. "Thank the gods," she mumbles, feeling the toll of her ward spell taking its effect on her body. Her muscles ache in protest as she feels her energy fueling the spell to keep her comrades safe. She flashes back to a similar situation she was in a few years ago, but it was to protect a caravan against a group of bandits. She had to ward over 10 men for that battle, and by the end of it she remembers falling to the ground in darkness. She remembers waking up two days later with a searing headache.

She is brought back to the reality of their current battle when an arrow zips by her shoulder, missing by a mere few inches. She jumps back, breaking the spell holding the daedra in place but not stopping her spell weaving to keep the wards up on those fighting. She looks to the left where the arrow came from and sees a dremora archer nocking another arrow, aimed for her. She growls, jumping behind one of the several pinions raised around the dolmen and fires a ball of light towards the archer from her paw before going back to her ward spell, much more cautious of the enemies around her now.

As the archers fall dead, Sylvarris nods his appreciation to his comrades. He returns his attention to the remaining daedra, who seem to have grown much braver now that Arisel's spell has lost it's grip on them. He stands between them and his comrades now, broadsword held before him, cloak hanging around him like a curtain. One by one the daedra approach him, and one by one they fall, be it by blade or by magic. He turns at the sound of a large thud and watched as his ally destroyed the Storm Atronach and began blasting their enemies with lightning from some sort of device on his arm. His attention is quickly returned to the daedra attacking him as a Clannfear slams into him, knocking him backwards a few feet. Before he can regain balance, it slams him again, almost knocking him over. The third time however, he parries the daedra's charge with his sword, and forces it backwards. He gives it one last shove, pushing it off balance, and before it can react, ends it's life with one quick slash with his blade. He glances around again, making sure his comrades are still alive, and then returns his attention to fighting off the surviving daedra.

Mo'jahi Ice-Eye sneaks behind the last remaining enemy. The spellcaster had been too busy with the rest of his group to notice Mo'jahi coming from behind. Just as the spellcaster was about to cast, Mo'jahi's dagger Goblin's Friend peaks through his throat. "Not today my friend, not today." Mo'jahi thens pears around the group, making sure everyone is okay, before starting to eat a quick snack. Fighting can sure make a Khajiit hungry.

He had waited in a corner when the others weren't looking. He had charged up a curse to kill the daedra. He walked to the others, his eyes glowing blue. He yelled out few random word, unknown. The daedra disintegrated one by one, falling to the floor as they turned to a black dust. Bhidul lookd to the other's, Molag Bal yelled his rage at them all and the dolmen disappeared. He ran to the next door, he used the control cube and entered another room. A room that held an ancient artifact/ He walked up a few stairs as they saw a huge blueish-glasslike ball. The entered the main area. (Looks likehttp://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121220114251/elderscrolls/images/4/49/Elder_Knowledge_-_Dwarven_Machine.jpg)

He walked ot the top and pressed a few buttons in a specific order. The giant mechanism in the center opened it's capsule. There lie a chest. Bhidul walked down and pulled the chest out. It had a few things held in it. 10 lexicons and a dwarven scroll. He collected the items as they entered the final room.

It was a giant wall filled with many slots. Bhidul placed the lexicons within the slots and pressed a button on a pedestal. The wall slid down and it revealed another area.

It was a small bridge made of stone with dwarven metal fence. It then had a large oval platform with a bright blue beacon coming out of the center. He stopped and looked at the others.

"Do not interfere with what this one is about to do..." He said quietly.

He approached the beam and read the book aloud. He yelled a the beacon in the ancient elf tongue. The beam started to glow brighter and then came a man.
He was a spirit of a dwemer. The dwarf asked, "What do you and your comrades wish?" Bhidul looked at the mer and said "The knowledge of your people."
The mer replied "That comes with a price..." He said deeply "The price is that you must give your finest drink..." Bhidul bowed and searched for a bottle of mead. It wash;t ordinary though. Bhidul had brewed a drink made by the dwarves. The mer looked at Bhidul and drank "You have chosen a false price young Khajiit..." The mer smiled "I want your soul... So that the dwemer may live forever once more!" He shouted. Bhidul shook his head, the mer frowned "Then you will perish..." Bhidul quickly pulled out a soul gem and put the soul onto the mer. He was no longer a spirit, but an altmer. Bhidul chuckled "You cannot fool me High-Elf... you're wanted..." He showed the altmer his bounty and killed the elf with a punch to the face. He grinned "This was who we were looking for... now for the reality..." He said to the others. He pulled out the scroll and read it. Three dewarven spirits were summoned and bowed to the others. They all held out their hands as blue streaks hit their heads. They had earned the knowledge of the dwarves. One said to Bhidul "You and your have one your prize..." He said in a whisper like voice. He pointed to the beam and it faded away.

There was then a chest full of gold and dwarven helmets in various styles. He looked at his friends "Our adventure ends today, but we will meet again soon. For now take what your pockets can carry!" He chuckled and filled his looting sack with the riches leaving some for the others.

Mo'jahi ignoredthe treasure chest and gazed about the room. As his friends slowly finished picking up their loot, Mo'jahi was still examining the ruin and looking about. He had not come on this mission for the gold. His thirst was for adventure and he was curious.

Hours later, Mo'jahi finally decided that there was nothing else to look at and left the ruin. His sack was still full, however not of riches just full of artifacts and sketches of the runes about the ruin as well as those three cores from the centurions they had defeated. Mo'jahi Ice-Eye was ready for the next adventure.

Arisel looked about the treasures before her, but did not pick any up. Gold was of no value to her, only knowledge. She pulls out a notebook from her pack and slowly makes her way around the room, noting anything and everything of interest. A mural on the back wall catches the young Khajiit's attention. She focuses her magelight in front of her to get a better look at the painting. It depicts a Dwemer laboratory, where the automatons were created. "Fascinating," she whispers to herself as she makes note of it.

After a good time has past, Arisel puts her notes away and walks back to the group. "Thank you for this adventure. This one hopes we can explore more ruins in the future," she says with a smile.

Sylvarris stands at the back of the group, silent. He doesn't move when the chest is opened, revealing the valuable loot inside. His goal for coming had already been fulfilled: No one in their small group had died or become injured. That satisfied him. He then approaches each individual separately, shaking their hands. When he reaches Bhidul, he smiles, his golden eyes staring deeply into his comrade's, and says: "Thank you for this opportunity. It was rather exciting, and I've been in my fair share of fights. Hopefully we will speak again soon." He shakes his hand, and then turns and begins the journey back to S'ren Ja, his cloak trailing behind him.