SuraruSep 26, 2017Sep 26, 2017 at 06:06 AM
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(Note, please reply with your own recap from your character's version of events, as everyone was split up into three main groups, and many people were split off during the confusion).
Three weeks ago, Ma'Sura Harlan visited her friend, an argonian necromancer named One-Who-Devourers. He was having issues with nightmares and mortality, a perfect patient for Ma'Sura's dream walking abilities. However, while attempting to provide therapy after teaching him to meditate so she could enter his head, Dev took advantage of Sura in this vulnerable form, and bound her, preventing her from leaving due to his strong and obsessive connection to her.
This had been something Dev was planning for a while, as for the past month he's been in Valenwood, he was building a small army of woodland creature thralls, which he used to take out traveler and bandit camps. Soon, he had an army of advanced thralls that patrolled autonomously, capable of expanding by themselves. He soon began to experiment, creating razor sharp bone jackals, exploding rats, bloated vomiting thralls.
Before she attempted to take her life, she reached out for help using her dreamwalking abilities, and was able to find a fellow dreamwalker, Gilyn. She asked him for help, and told him what she could before she woke up. Meanwhile, Sura's sister, Notsu, noticed her missing, and began to rally support. She harassed the fighter's guild, and left multiples of Sura's friends in the area to search, while she followed her own leads.
Soon, enough intell was gathered and an assault was planned to deal with the necromancer threat, the rescue of Ma'Sura another primary objective given the high price Notsu put on her head. Many people geared up and prepared; fighter's guild members, town guard, concerned and capable citizens, and Sura's friends. All had their own reasons, be it moral, safety, money, or friendship, to embark on this mission.
As the large force of nearly 30 made their way into the swamp, not far from Vulkstwaston, they spotted three hoards of undead, 50 thralls each, and a small shack. Three teams were made, one small team to take out the possible necromancer and save the khajiit, another to protect the escape route, and a third to keep the undead busy while the small team went in. As the teams went into position, the battle began.
The escape route team fought the flanking force of undead, and somehow attracted undead mammoths who charged right for them! The primary force began a fight for their lives, many getting injured and one losing his life during the frey, facing the brunt of Dev's terrifying undead creations. The battle was fierce, and eventually the escape closed off as everyone found themselves wounded and surrounded. They were losing the battle, their only hope was the death of the necromancer in the shack.
The sad state of Ma'Sura drove some to anger, who immediately went to slice him open. Unfortunately, the quick thinking villain tied the vitality of himself and his captive, the slash in his shoulder appearing on Sura as they tried to pick her up. As he friends were mostly apart of this team, letting her die was out of the question, even as they watched the losing battle outside the shack.
One-Who-Devours explained to the party that the result before them was not his intention. He loved Sura, and wanted her to love him, and what they saw was her own doing. Whether genuine or not, they pleaded with him to stop this madness, and promised to help him as well. After a long discussion, and the fucked up situation, Dev finally decided to give up.
He let him have Sura, and walked into the swamp, chiming a bell that released the dead, saving what was left of the Vulkswaston force. They quickly wrapped up their injuries, and regrouped with the others, who had their own injured as well. They quickly made it back to the town square and laid the wounded in a makeshift triage center, where advanced medical care was provided.
Ma'Sura regained consciousness, and snapped out of her trance. Still high from Skooma, she was taken to a rehab center to heal as much of the damage done to her as they can. Multiple others were wounded, 3 severely, and few left without scars. No one knows where the argonian necromancer went, it's expected he ended his life, but we cannot know for sure. Let this tale go into the records, to show proof that the town of Vulkswaston will come together to fight any threat and save their own, no matter the cost.
(Huge thanks to 2699641 and 18088055 for GMing this event! Without them, it would have been a total clusterfuck and would have sucked. Instead, they took Green and my ideas and turned them into a very fun RP for all those who attended! And thank you too, to everyone who showed up!)
Three weeks ago, Ma'Sura Harlan visited her friend, an argonian necromancer named One-Who-Devourers. He was having issues with nightmares and mortality, a perfect patient for Ma'Sura's dream walking abilities. However, while attempting to provide therapy after teaching him to meditate so she could enter his head, Dev took advantage of Sura in this vulnerable form, and bound her, preventing her from leaving due to his strong and obsessive connection to her.
This had been something Dev was planning for a while, as for the past month he's been in Valenwood, he was building a small army of woodland creature thralls, which he used to take out traveler and bandit camps. Soon, he had an army of advanced thralls that patrolled autonomously, capable of expanding by themselves. He soon began to experiment, creating razor sharp bone jackals, exploding rats, bloated vomiting thralls.
Warning: Graphic
He began to torture her mind, first having his way with her against her will, then letting her go to flee into the forest. However, the undead he had gathered would chase her and prevent her from leaving, lightly wounding her if she was caught. Dev would personally save her from being torn apart, leading more to the mindfuck.
Eventually, she attempted to take her own life by splitting her neck open with a sharp rock she found. Dev, mortified his attempts to get her to love him turned into this, healed what he could, and took time away to ponder. Void of motivation,
she found his stash of Skooma, which he was black market selling for gold, and drowned her sorrows and pain through the bottles, violating herself violently in a mental breakdown shortly before help arrived.
Eventually, she attempted to take her own life by splitting her neck open with a sharp rock she found. Dev, mortified his attempts to get her to love him turned into this, healed what he could, and took time away to ponder. Void of motivation,
she found his stash of Skooma, which he was black market selling for gold, and drowned her sorrows and pain through the bottles, violating herself violently in a mental breakdown shortly before help arrived.
Before she attempted to take her life, she reached out for help using her dreamwalking abilities, and was able to find a fellow dreamwalker, Gilyn. She asked him for help, and told him what she could before she woke up. Meanwhile, Sura's sister, Notsu, noticed her missing, and began to rally support. She harassed the fighter's guild, and left multiples of Sura's friends in the area to search, while she followed her own leads.
Soon, enough intell was gathered and an assault was planned to deal with the necromancer threat, the rescue of Ma'Sura another primary objective given the high price Notsu put on her head. Many people geared up and prepared; fighter's guild members, town guard, concerned and capable citizens, and Sura's friends. All had their own reasons, be it moral, safety, money, or friendship, to embark on this mission.
As the large force of nearly 30 made their way into the swamp, not far from Vulkstwaston, they spotted three hoards of undead, 50 thralls each, and a small shack. Three teams were made, one small team to take out the possible necromancer and save the khajiit, another to protect the escape route, and a third to keep the undead busy while the small team went in. As the teams went into position, the battle began.
The escape route team fought the flanking force of undead, and somehow attracted undead mammoths who charged right for them! The primary force began a fight for their lives, many getting injured and one losing his life during the frey, facing the brunt of Dev's terrifying undead creations. The battle was fierce, and eventually the escape closed off as everyone found themselves wounded and surrounded. They were losing the battle, their only hope was the death of the necromancer in the shack.
Warning: Graphic
As the shack team entered, Ma'Sura was laying in the bed, soaked in skooma and her own urine. The cut across her throat barely healed, her clothes torn across her private areas, which were also abused and mutilated. Bruises lined her neck and arms, and her eyes were pinprick, dull and non-responsive. She murmured to herself, mentally broken, and her body was frail from malnutrition.
The sad state of Ma'Sura drove some to anger, who immediately went to slice him open. Unfortunately, the quick thinking villain tied the vitality of himself and his captive, the slash in his shoulder appearing on Sura as they tried to pick her up. As he friends were mostly apart of this team, letting her die was out of the question, even as they watched the losing battle outside the shack.
One-Who-Devours explained to the party that the result before them was not his intention. He loved Sura, and wanted her to love him, and what they saw was her own doing. Whether genuine or not, they pleaded with him to stop this madness, and promised to help him as well. After a long discussion, and the fucked up situation, Dev finally decided to give up.
He let him have Sura, and walked into the swamp, chiming a bell that released the dead, saving what was left of the Vulkswaston force. They quickly wrapped up their injuries, and regrouped with the others, who had their own injured as well. They quickly made it back to the town square and laid the wounded in a makeshift triage center, where advanced medical care was provided.
Ma'Sura regained consciousness, and snapped out of her trance. Still high from Skooma, she was taken to a rehab center to heal as much of the damage done to her as they can. Multiple others were wounded, 3 severely, and few left without scars. No one knows where the argonian necromancer went, it's expected he ended his life, but we cannot know for sure. Let this tale go into the records, to show proof that the town of Vulkswaston will come together to fight any threat and save their own, no matter the cost.
(Huge thanks to 2699641 and 18088055 for GMing this event! Without them, it would have been a total clusterfuck and would have sucked. Instead, they took Green and my ideas and turned them into a very fun RP for all those who attended! And thank you too, to everyone who showed up!)
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