Help Tuco. - by Tuco
Exile on 6/5/2003 at 01:21
Yeah... The Exile Saga...
Tuco on 6/5/2003 at 01:48
((Okay, let me get this straight...
Somehow you're going to LET Tuco get his shizzow, then when he emerges from the inner chamber, you're going to kill him?
Presuming this is true... lol I have no idea about the layout of your dungeon/citadel/stronghold, so I'm going to go ahead and destroy your idea, sorry!))
Tuco digs deeper into the tomb, Lilacor is a clear voice in his head, telling Tuco to go faster, to move more quickly. Tuco is resolved. He will not sleep, eat or drink until Lilacor is in his possesion.
Tuco enters a large room which houses a citadel. Hordes of undead rise, bound by their creator to anniliate any who enter their presence.
They offer Tuco challenge, and fun. Tuco relaxes as he gets into his favorite mood, bloodlust. But the undead offer no blood to Tuco. He decimates his way deeper into the citadel as the undead threaten to overtake him by mass. Tuco realizes he can't kill quickly enough with his sword. Then he remembers why he loosely places himself in the Battlemage category.
Two words are uttered from Tuco's mouth. Two words that are repeated time and time again to clear a way into the darkness that leads to Tuco's Robe.
"Vas Flam!" Fireball after fireball is summoned and launched onto the mummies, the skeletons, the zombies, the ghouls. "Vas Flam! Vas Flam!". The Decayed offer not blood, but combustable remains. The darkness of the tomb is beaten back by the burning flesh of ancients and a single excited being creating a torrent of fire in the citadel.
The undead in smolders, Tuco strides on. He realizes his mana is depleted, he is moderately wounded and is tired. He must meditate.
Jordana on 6/5/2003 at 02:23
Initially, Jordana had been somewhat amused by the newcomer's rather overly masculine posturing*, but at the mention of Tuco, her demeanour changed entirely.
She abruptly slammed her glass down on the table, spilling the mazte. "TUCO!!!!" she hissed, her face twisting in rage.
"You know of him, then?" enquired Ryushi, slightly taken aback by the violence of her reaction. "Know of him?" replied Jordana with a coldly humorless smile. "I used to be a high priestess in the Temple of Tuco...the one built on the site of Almalexia's old temple in Mournhold. I had been dedicated to the Order when I was but a child, and I spent my life in its service." She glared past Ryushi into empty space. "Five years ago, I was stripped of my rank and thrown out, because I refused to take part in one of the more...obscure...rituals." Ryushi noticed that Jordana seemed to be blushing slightly.
"Sounds just like Tuco," he observed grimly. Jordana scowled up at him. "The Temple was my life, and when they exiled me, I had nothing. Nothing....I swore revenge on Tuco and all his followers. So after begging on the streets for several months, I made enough money for my passage to Vvardenfell, where I began to learn the arts of the spellsword. I have been biding my time....and now, you say, you have killed Tuco, yet his spirit lives on." She hesitated, and suddenly suspicion flared in her black eyes. "If this is a trick of some kind, you will die where you stand!" She sprang to her feet. There was a brief metallic scraping sound, and Ryushi found himself facing a long, bright, silver blade, not two inches from his face.
He was not amused. Drawing his own sword, he stepped back a few paces and assumed a combat stance. Everyone in the bar watched in tense silence as the two circled each other warily. "It is no trick," Ryushi assured the Wood Elf, "but time is short. If I must, I will kill you and take the Star, on Azura's command. But...you would be of more use to me alive. If you are sworn to avenge yourself upon Tuco, we may face his evil madness together."
"Kill me?" said Jordana, smiling slightly. "Now that would be an interesting contest...." She thought for a moment, then sheathed her blade, folding her arms. "Very well, stranger. I have been trained in the art of destruction by Leles Birian himself.."-Ryushi nodded, impressed-"..and being a Wood Elf, I'm not bad with a bow either." She turned slightly, and Ryushi saw a sturdy-looking Elven short bow strapped to her back. Sheathing his sword in turn, he held out his hand. "The name's Ryushi, by the way." Jordana shook the hand, much to the relief of the barman who had wondered if he might have to intervene, and hadn't much fancied his chances.
"Where do we start?" asked Jordana, and Ryushi noted thankfully that her voice was a lot less squeaky than most Bosmers'. He wouldn't have enjoyed traipsing round Vvardenfell, not to mention fighting, alongside some kind of female Fargoth. "Right this way.." he replied, and they set off out into the stormy darkness........
*Sorry, Ryushi, it was all that roaring and flexing of muscles.. :cheeky:
Exile on 6/5/2003 at 02:26
EDIT: Oops. Stupid mistake. At least the original post is still intact.
RyushiBlade on 6/5/2003 at 02:34
((Thanks Jordana. Overly masculine posing is my thing. Not to mention you got the whole introduction right. "The name's Ryushi" ;) ))
The Silt Strider battled its way through the ash storm. Riding atop were Ryushi and Jordana. Ryushi occasionally pulled a few levers, hitting specialized nerves inside the Strider to keep it on track. They had to knock out the original driver… Jordana had only just stopped Ryushi from killing him.
"So tell me again why you couldn’t teleport us?" shouted Ryushi over the incessant wind, blowing like sandpaper across his skin.
"Have you ever tried teleporting into a place protected by magic?" asked Jordana. She ran her hand through her hair and continued. "The teleportation spell could backfire completely. You’d be lucky to arrive anywhere as a bloody smear, let alone the destination in mind."
Ryushi thought about this and ended the conversation lamely with, "Oh."
They were almost there. Just a few more minutes and they’d be within site of-
The Silt Strider let out a loud, high pitched scream and toppled over. There was a snap from beneath them and another crack as it’s body was thrown against a rock wall. Ryushi and Jordana were thrown out and fell on the hard, compact sands.
Ryushi’s head came down lightly on a rock while Jordana managed to avoid everything. She was levitating only an inch from the ground.
Ryushi rubbed his head and muttered, "That’s cheating."
Jordana just laughed and started a light healing spell. "What happened?"
"Looks like the Silt Strider tripped." After the healing was complete Ryushi surveyed the carcass. "It broke a leg and fell. God, it never works out as planned."
Ryushi walked briskly towards Jordana, now back on solid ground, and pulled her up roughly. "Come on. We need to leave now. Something’s happening…"
And the two figures faded into the ash storms.
Jordana on 6/5/2003 at 02:45
*grin* No problem-this is shaping up pretty well. I think we should make a mod using this book ourselves, if Lord Kahn isn't interested. It'd be a shame to waste it.
BTW, if you and Exile let me have descriptions of your characters, I'll set up a couple of screenshots to illustrate the story...maybe Tuco would be willing to post them on his site? I'll include Tuco himself too, in the later ones.....
Tuco, Exile....don't you dare have the final showdown until we get there!!! :)
RyushiBlade on 6/5/2003 at 02:49
((Yeah! I'll be on at around... 3:30PM EST. If you two fight I'll have to come back and kill both of you, lol))
Exile on 6/5/2003 at 03:17
Day 2 of Evening Star, Year of the Third Empire Four Hundered and Two
As Ryushi and Jordana use a spell to open the cooling lava streams and protect them from the poisonous ash, Exile's troops are only a few meters away from the inner chamber. Exile hears the clang of Daedric weapons and sees the knights summoned to the Inner Chamber beating Tuco into a lifeless pulp as he screams out in pain and horror... The bloody fist of Tuco emerges from the battle and Exile shoves two of the knights into the lava.
Exile casts a minor healing spell on Tuco, allowing him to live for one more second as the Orcish Knights withdraw their attacks. Exile, glowing with an almot godlike power, heals his enemy so that he may be a more worthy foe and. as the lava streams rise up only a meter from their boots and turn red with blood, a small passageway of ash and skulls forms from the door leading to the cage that holds Tuco's items.
Just as Tuco, dripping in his own blood, makes the first pathetic step towards his annoying sword and quite feminine robe, Ryushi and Jordana break through into the Inner Chamber. Exile, still glowing with his godlike power, removes his helm and asks who approaches him on the verge of his greatest battle...
[Ryushi and Jordana have their say here -- Since I made you look so pathetic, Tuco, you get to describe the first parts of the battle. But Ryushi gets to say his piece]
kfort on 6/5/2003 at 04:38
As Tuco's slow progress holds everyone's attention, none notice a brief shimmering between the altars upon which Lilacor and the robe reside. Moments later, the shimmer resolves into a slim, black leather-clad figure. A dunmer female, with striking ice-blue eyes and fiery hair stands revealed, her invisibility sacrificed as she casts the high-level restoration spell "Tuco's Breath" upon the flagging warrior, revitalizing him and healing his great wounds.
"Oh, Holy Tuco!" she cries, "Your truest disciple has come to you in your hour of need! I, Zahra the Dark Priestess of the Temple of Tuco, heard your call. These infidels shall fall before your might and (if you would allow me this ultimate honor) I shall fight by your side." She then reaches down to grasp Lilacor in one hand and Tuco's fabulous robe in the other.
As she lifts Lilacor's mighty black length, he whines "What took you guys so long? Man, I haven't even had any lines yet!" Then he yells in a deep, resonating voice "It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum! And I'm all out of bubble gum!"
The dark priestess runs forward and, executing a rolling flip, she lands just in front of Tuco - between him and the massing orcish knights. Bowing low before her master, she offers Tuco his sword and robe, which he receives with a savage gleam in his eyes. Standing, Zahra draws forth her two daedric katanas, one for each hand. She crouches into a fighting stance a pace behind Tuco, ready for battle - a grin to match his own on her darkly beautiful face.
