BhidulOct 21, 2014Oct 21, 2014 at 12:38 AM
#1
Just to maybe get in the mood :P
YouTube video: VdtgQBP_h0E[/youtube]
It all started a few days ago. The cold winds circulated around the vast field. There lay a corpse, yes, a corpse, a dead one, a rotted one, a damned one... In the body was a dagger of steel, driven into the chest of the poor soul who perished. Bhidul came to the body, feeling its heat. He took the dagger out, seeing a piece of paper stabbed through it. Feeling the urge to read he took it and read the wrinkled note. It was torn, all could be made out was a threat from a cult, hiding in the depths of Oblivion. He was near the portal the coward had jumped into after murdering the man. He charged through the portal. Diving headfirst into the hellish realm he landed on his chest with a large thump. The plating of his armor kept him protected. He was in a very familiar land. The realm of Hermaeus Mora, Bhidul's most sick and twisted enemy. The land oozed with tentacles, slapping at the ground he stood on. Around him was a dark green liquid, bubbling and steaming a wretched smell that would make the nose fall off.
There was a small flower-like creature that was at the side of Bhidul. He opened it, dropping an intricate bridge down to a lower level. It was truly terrible to see such a realm abused by a false god who claimed to own all knowledge. He looked around for the cult, seeking revenge for the innocent. All there were was just ugliness at its most dreary. It was depressing. Bhidul kept going. He sough revenge for the poor soul. Then there was sight of the Prince of Knowledge. He stared into him with his multiple eyes of demonic horror. He boomed in a voice able to be hear from all across the realm. The mass of tentacles and eyes then opened another portal. He kicked him from Apocrypha to then Coldharbour. Sadly he was interrupting a skirmish between a group of Dremora. He was outnumbered and sent to a slavery prison. The dremors stripped him of his armor and burned several tattoos on his back to mark he was in possesion of the Daedra.
The corrupted Et'Ada, the daedra, brutally tortured their slaves and forced them to blacksmith their way to death. No happiness was there, the only smiles were the foolish demons. But Bhidul had to say that for himself, for he was stupid enough to run into Oblivion unprepared. All day was the work of an evil hand taht kept striking Nirn and despising its mortals. This place wasn't a place for a knight in shining armor... Beaten and brused, Bhidul decided to make a change. With his remaining strength he managed to set up a plan overnight and escape back to Apocrypha with his gear back in its rightful hands, or paws...
It was only a matter of time until he had to continue his quest. He searched for the cult, still angry that another innocent life was taken. But why did he care? Why did he care enough to go through all of this. Some could say he's a madman, but others can claim he was given a duty. After searching countless hours he found the cult. He hid inside of the vast library of endless knowledge. When he was found he cried out, "Please, forgive me of my sins!" The only thing forgiving was the ending of his life, for which he never deserved to take one. Game set match. It was time to return home, to S'ren. Alas, there was a large obstacle. The realm was vast enough for even a daedric prince to get lost in. No exits, just more and more books. As he searched for a way out he was bombarded with the wretched viny tentacles that reached from the lakes of green ooze.
They constricted him all over. Lucky enough to escape, he pulled off the tentacles and ending their mission to kill him. When an exit was found it was taken. Back at Nirn he ended up in the old spot. He was near the body, and soon wiped the blood of his killer on it. He gave it a proper burial. The not so much deed was finished for good. Little did he know that Hermaues' vines were still upon him. They grew slowly waiting to crush its victim at the perfect time, the perfect place, in front of the perfect person. When the hour is to come the wrath of the god of Knowledge will be foreseen.
((To sum it up: Bhi is most likely going to die during a random RP session. ))
YouTube video: VdtgQBP_h0E[/youtube]
It all started a few days ago. The cold winds circulated around the vast field. There lay a corpse, yes, a corpse, a dead one, a rotted one, a damned one... In the body was a dagger of steel, driven into the chest of the poor soul who perished. Bhidul came to the body, feeling its heat. He took the dagger out, seeing a piece of paper stabbed through it. Feeling the urge to read he took it and read the wrinkled note. It was torn, all could be made out was a threat from a cult, hiding in the depths of Oblivion. He was near the portal the coward had jumped into after murdering the man. He charged through the portal. Diving headfirst into the hellish realm he landed on his chest with a large thump. The plating of his armor kept him protected. He was in a very familiar land. The realm of Hermaeus Mora, Bhidul's most sick and twisted enemy. The land oozed with tentacles, slapping at the ground he stood on. Around him was a dark green liquid, bubbling and steaming a wretched smell that would make the nose fall off.
There was a small flower-like creature that was at the side of Bhidul. He opened it, dropping an intricate bridge down to a lower level. It was truly terrible to see such a realm abused by a false god who claimed to own all knowledge. He looked around for the cult, seeking revenge for the innocent. All there were was just ugliness at its most dreary. It was depressing. Bhidul kept going. He sough revenge for the poor soul. Then there was sight of the Prince of Knowledge. He stared into him with his multiple eyes of demonic horror. He boomed in a voice able to be hear from all across the realm. The mass of tentacles and eyes then opened another portal. He kicked him from Apocrypha to then Coldharbour. Sadly he was interrupting a skirmish between a group of Dremora. He was outnumbered and sent to a slavery prison. The dremors stripped him of his armor and burned several tattoos on his back to mark he was in possesion of the Daedra.
The corrupted Et'Ada, the daedra, brutally tortured their slaves and forced them to blacksmith their way to death. No happiness was there, the only smiles were the foolish demons. But Bhidul had to say that for himself, for he was stupid enough to run into Oblivion unprepared. All day was the work of an evil hand taht kept striking Nirn and despising its mortals. This place wasn't a place for a knight in shining armor... Beaten and brused, Bhidul decided to make a change. With his remaining strength he managed to set up a plan overnight and escape back to Apocrypha with his gear back in its rightful hands, or paws...
It was only a matter of time until he had to continue his quest. He searched for the cult, still angry that another innocent life was taken. But why did he care? Why did he care enough to go through all of this. Some could say he's a madman, but others can claim he was given a duty. After searching countless hours he found the cult. He hid inside of the vast library of endless knowledge. When he was found he cried out, "Please, forgive me of my sins!" The only thing forgiving was the ending of his life, for which he never deserved to take one. Game set match. It was time to return home, to S'ren. Alas, there was a large obstacle. The realm was vast enough for even a daedric prince to get lost in. No exits, just more and more books. As he searched for a way out he was bombarded with the wretched viny tentacles that reached from the lakes of green ooze.
They constricted him all over. Lucky enough to escape, he pulled off the tentacles and ending their mission to kill him. When an exit was found it was taken. Back at Nirn he ended up in the old spot. He was near the body, and soon wiped the blood of his killer on it. He gave it a proper burial. The not so much deed was finished for good. Little did he know that Hermaues' vines were still upon him. They grew slowly waiting to crush its victim at the perfect time, the perfect place, in front of the perfect person. When the hour is to come the wrath of the god of Knowledge will be foreseen.
((To sum it up: Bhi is most likely going to die during a random RP session. ))
Edited Nov 11, 2014 at 05:05 PM by 0
@rainhaOct 21, 2014