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The Raven || The Moon - A Story Driven Event Series

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XXXXXWith the latest unseen attack and the desecration of Harrowhill, the investigation team seems to have taken a step forward, only to have taken a step back. Even with more clues in their wake, it is nothing substantial and more questions have only been raised about assumed-cult activity. Swiftly Rel Abor and those at his heed must gain ground on the investigation, and discover the enemy of enigma, and the elusive motive this group holds within their grasp.

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Necrom’s Herald mentioned a man called Dhuunraith, a Death Seer, a Telvanni with questionable methods of order which has had him suspected Necromancy during his life. In truth, that suspicion could not be any further from the truth, and the Death Seer holds a lifetime of practice of communing with the dead.

A method of converging into the next realm, to call forth a spirit in question, and speak cohesively for a time with them. With permission from the Temple, Dhuunraith requires a knucklebone to complete this ritual of communion. Rel Abor has gathered the knucklebone of one of the slain Ordinators of Harrowhill, hoping they may have the answers of just who in a flash of fury and fire massacred Harrowhill.

The investigative party makes for the crypt of ritualistic practice where Dhuunraith most likely resides, but little do they know that shadows lurk in the dark with brandish, silver blades...


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It is not too late to get into the action of The Raven || The Moon story driven event series. Chapter 2 Enigmatic Façade will take place on Sunday, August 19th at 7 PM EST in Deshaan. We will be using the Lake Hlaalu Crafting Hall in Deshaan to act as the crypt in Necrom that Dhuunraith may be found. I still need some redshirts, so if that tickles anyone's fancy, please let me know. As always, if you have questions or wish to attend, contact me here, on Discord at Ashakuarius#2023 or in-game @Stix0521.

Hope to see you there!

We also have a Discord channel for this event series if you want to jump in to chat to see what this storytelling plot is all about.
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Just a friendly reminder that Chapter 2 Enigmatic Façade is a go tonight at 7PM EST! If you have an interest in attending as a redshirt or you character, please, do not hesitate to contact me. Hope to see you out there!
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Necrom’s Herald led his companions below the City of the Dead, traversing into the catacombs where the most noble of the Dunmeri kin are laid to rest. Following only speculation on where the Death Seer Dhuunraith may reside. Merely following a sixth sense, Rel Abor continued on, deeper into the spanning web of tunnels, passing sepulchers and vaults. All the while apparitions murmured amongst themselves from the shadows of ancient white halls of the strangers walking their domain. With an edge to each companion, including Rel Abor, they felt other onyx beings watching them, and with just warning, they carried on to the far reaching Crypt of the Death Seer.

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Entering another dust covered hall, the investigative team found themselves at a pinnacle of a wide stairway of white stone. At the base was a large vicinity, hoisted high with four pillars, and up above a cathedral-like vaulted ceiling. The room was lit only by ivory candles, licking warm, orange light across white stone. At the far end of the tomb, a figure stood before a vessel holding scintillating azure flames, his arms outheld, out reaching as he spoke to the dead.

Dhuunraith, the Death Seer of the Telvanni. A man accused of Necromancy for most of his life, was a practical man who’s communion with the dead offered him avenues to help those wishing to speak to lost loved ones. To help solve murders and unknown killings. To aid those seeking answers from the dead. It became apparently quickly that Dhuunraith much prefered the dead over the living. With that knowledge, the party approached cautiously.

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Rel Abor and the Inquisitor Salen approached to confirm the visage of Dhuunraith as Elisheva and the Shadowscale Walks-Among-Death stood back, both never trusting of the Telvanni Great House, and found they had no place to question the dead of the Dunmeri people.

Salen offered up the knucklebone of the slain ordinator from Harrowhill, and Dhuunraith agreed to help Rel Abor and his companions communicate with the dead. In a still, sudden moment to the surprise of the group, three shadowed assassins struck from dark hidden places among them, blades seeking the throat of the Telvanni foremost, and the companions secondly.

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A grueling battle engulfed them all in a spree of motion. The assassins assault was relentless, keeping the group cognizant, and on the verge of death at every waking moment of the battle. Fighting for both their own lives, and that of Dhuunraith, the companions used every skill in their arsenal, remaining toe to toe with those seeking their blood. Nonetheless, Dhuunraith was quite the asset throughout the battle, calling upon the noble dead to aid in he merciless battle. Assuredly, the dead murmurs and screeching may have played a part in their victory, alas, even ripping an assassin asunder. In a great rush, the battle was over and the would-be assassins slain.

Unfortunately, none were taken alive, while one was ripped asunder, two took their own lives before questioning could be pursued. Through this… a feeling of dread took them all at once. While one assassin praised Lady Luck, the other held a raven tattoo along their face, and called his lackeys ‘fledglings’. Before the leaders death, he questioned Elisheva, a woman of the land in the midst of the battle, curious as to why she killed her own kind and served those of the Houses. Holding against his taunt, Rel Abor and the companions survived, with the Death Seer in their wake.

As they approached once more, deep down, truly, they knew they were dealing with a cult of Nocturnal…

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Inquisitor Salen offered the knucklebone to Dhuunraith once more, and the ritual began. Calling forth into the spirit realm, he sought the Ordinator from Harrowhill through his physical remain, and above the azure vessel of flames, his ghostly form appeared. He wore pristine vestments of the temple, and seemed rather distraught that his slumber had been disturbed. Yet… answers had been gained.

He told the party that he and his partner saw the flames of Harrowhill from afar, and in haste went to investigate. What he saw was silver knights torching the village and slaying the innocents as they tried to flee. He gave details such as raven helmets that each of these knights wore, and feathered cloaks, once again giving hints of the Daedric Prince Nocturnal. Unfortunately, that was the last of the informations the Ordinator could give before going back to his eternal rest.

A silence fell over the party like a blanket of snow as they realized the type of cult they were dealing with. Once more as the party advanced in their investigation, more questions are being raised about this enigmatic cult of Nocturnal. Why here? Why in Necrom? Who do they serve? What is their goal, their quest? The group, including Dhuunraith was uncertain of what exactly this cult of enigma’s end goal in it all is...

But one thing is certain… they may be in over their heads.

It is no matter to Rel Abor and his companions and their quest continues onward. With blessed luck from Dhuunraith, they party parts ways and converge on their path of inquisitive intent. They would solve this Enigmatic Façade.

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A huge thank you to everyone who was apart of this event! It was a blast. It really came together greatly, and I wouldn't of been able to pull this off if it was not for you guys. Storytelling at it's finest, and truly, this is why I RP, for awesome events like this. As always, so glad my key players could be apart of this event, but I am also grateful for those who played our enemies to help in the immersion of this event. The aesthetic was amazing. Also, to the player who played the part of Dhuunraith, thank you so much!

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Rhoande , Rani Direnni , and @Kis (So sorry I couldn't tag you! Enjin is derping.) for playing the Nocturnal cult assassins. And a shoutout to AdriRaven for playing the part of Dhuunraith.

As usual, it is not too late to get into the action of The Raven || The Moon if you are interested. As always, you can get a hold of me here on enjin, on Discord at Ashakuarius#2023 and in-game @Stix0521.

Part 3 will be coming along shortly; standby!
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This little event was a blast to participate in. Thank you for having me along!
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I enjoyed beating up your party! We had fun and it was a nice little taste of RP over in EP-Lands for me! I enjoyed playing Xenthis, even if his life was short!
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'Can we prevail, or will Lady Luck bind us to a gruesome death?’

Confusion, disorientation, and alarm shrieked through the foothills before the City of the Dead as Rel Abor and his companions made toward an ally in dire need. In the early hours of the morning, a messenger bird found Necrom’s Herald, and in a short formed letter, the Weeper called on his investigation party to make for her position in wit and haste. No further details were given, and it seemed the woman had limited time to write the note before her situation turned grave.

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Rel Abor and his companions, with wit and haste in mind, made for the path the Weeper acclaimed trouble stirred. Would they reach her in time or would the grimdarkness of their quest converge and reap the soul from a crucial ally; the Inquisitor known as the Weeper. Time would tell, but what burned within the minds of the investigators was a simple phrase; they may be in over their heads, but yet, for the sake of Necrom and it’s citizens, they pressed onward.
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It's been a few weeks since we've gotten together for The Raven || The Moon due to general business, and for me, my next semester. Now that things have slown down a bit, we are back in action! It is not too late to join us on this story driven event series. If you are interested, there are a number of ways to get in touch with me either on enjin, on discord at Ashakuarius#2023 and in-game @Stix0521. You can also join our Discord at https://discord.gg/h7KzZp.

I hope to see some new folks out there tonight!
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XXXXXIn the wake of haste and wit, the group felt a pull of disorientation as they moved briskly down a cobblestone path a few miles outside of Necrom. It was in the early hours, the sun barely over the horizon, hidden behind a thick layer of ashen smog. A scene that engulfed them all, much like how the Weeper's dire call swallowed them all whole.

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Necrom's Herald led from the forefront, his onyx, tattered robes flowing with him like a wraith-extension. He was ever silent, wary, and it wore on his demeanors and features. His hues appearing more gaunt, and with his amethyst hues, ever more ghostly. Up ahead there was a split in the road, two bodies lay there in heaped positions.

On closer inspection, two men lay slain, armed in scantilating silver, with beaked helms, and black feathered cloaks. Their weapons clattered to the ground, and they had bled out from precise wounds. Clearly there had been a struggle due to the overturned rocks, spread ash, and dirt. Their weapons lie with them, but there was one thing out of place… the dunmeri shield with a depiction of teardrop on it. The shield of the Weeper…

A feeling of dread engulfed them all, not fear, but rather a flux of dark riddled thoughts. What drove these Knights of Nocturnal, this onyx cult of dismal? Truly, what was their end goal in it all? With Necrom? Morrowind? Beyond? It was not clear, nor did the party think it would be clear till the very end. A common feat when dealing with Daedra and their cults.

Continuing onward, the Weeper’s finely crafted Dunmeri blade was found discarded, half burrowed beneath the ash of the land. The sun could not, and it would not burn through the screen of ash like a morning fog, instead, it coaxed through it, a warm, but detrimental orange hue lit ablaze like a profound flame. Nonetheless, forging onward, the investigation party knew to keep a wary mindset, and to ever be on guard.

Shadows danced behind ever crook of rock, behind every bent mushroom, and every crooked tree.

Onward down the path led Rel Abor and his companions to a Conspiracy of Ravens, and knelt before them, a beaten, but not defeated Weeper. Five silvered formed knights with beaked raven helms looked toward Rel Abor and his party. Threatening to kill the Weeper if they made an effort of attack, or to sneak away through the sun-lit ash to better ambush the Knights.

Alas, there was no need as a sacrificial glow gleamed within the Weeper’s black marble eyes, saying, “Slaughter them all!” She knew full well, it was her day to die, only if Rel Abor and his companions kept to her radical last wish, and to see this investigation completely through. A promise the group would keep till death encapsulated their souls and ripped them from the reality plane of Nirn.

Hearing the radical Inquisitor’s tone, her complexion, Rel Abor and his party poised themselves to strike. The Ashlander Elisheva, and the Shadowscale Walks-Among-Death found better positions through the smog of ash. That was when one of the Raven Knight’s struck.

In one fell swoop, a mace slammed into the back of the Weeper’s head. Falling face first she died instantaneously. Brain matter, skull and blood splattered in bits across the path. The knight stepped over her still warm corpse, once more raising his arms, arcing his mace down again and in a disgusting display, flattened her skull.

Nausea, rage, and fury took them all in different aspects. Before the Knights of Nocturnal could move into motion, Necrom’s Herald and his companions were upon them in a sheer flicker of time. Rel Abor shouting over the commotion, “Slaughter them all!” repeating the last words of the Weeper.

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In the distance a blaring horn could be heard, and the investigative party knew it was only a matter of time until they were surrounded. Only a distant clash of steel echoed from the thick fog of blowing ash. Who aided them? Who would they thank for their gracious deeds of blood and battle?

The battle, as long as it felt, was over in mere moments with Necrom’s Herald and his company victorious. Before they could proceed with funerary rights for the Weeper, through the ash, walked free three Ashlander’s. Washed in blood and decked for war. A woman introduced herself only as the Ashen One, and claimed her tribe, the Dreglidath, had been hunting Nocturnal’s knights since the very beginning.

As these Ashlanders seemed willing to aid the investigative party, they obliged and listened thoroughly. The Ashen One told them that they held information that would aid them in their investigation. Necrom’s Herald and his party was told of a breach through the walls of the White City down to the catacombs. It appeared her tribe had been searching for the Herald to tell him of such tales, and with assurance from Elisheva, a former Ashlander, they followed in the wake of the Ashen One. Was their hunt soon to be over, or would Nocturnal and her ravens keep Necrom’s Herald and his company at bay long enough to complete their own goals within Morrowind? With uncertainty in that regard, they pressed on to ensure that this Cult of Nocturnal would find failure in the realm of blood and ash.

As the party departed, Rel Abor promised to return to the Weeper and offer her an eternal slumber within the crypts of Necrom, City of the Dead…
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XXXXXFollowing in the wake of the Ashen One and the Dreglidath Tribe, Necrom’s Herald and the investigative party moved through the rocky terrain of Morrowind. Past bulbous mushrooms which towered over head, and the prickly trees, which hosted ill-violet leaves. Though wary, there was an empathetic feeling of urgency, of trust in these Ashlanders, moreso, their willingness to aid House Kin and their allies. A rarity in the land of Blood and Ash, but this aberrant trust was a necessity with Nocturnal’s Knights running amuck.

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Which begged the questions; what would the investigators find in the ancient, power-ridden catacombs of Necrom’s depths? What was the Knights goal in it all? Would Necrom’s Herald lead his friends, his allies to the crypts in time? Would they, and even could they unravel the enigma surrounding their investigation?

A feeling of dread engulfed them all, that tinge in the chest, that perspiration dripping upon the brow as racing thoughts etched daringly through the mind.

Though confident in their abilities, it was as if the group trekked across a field of shattered obsidian. Traveling too fast would cause detrimental agony, but to be wary, subtle, one moved too slow a gait leaving the enemy a step in front of them. It was this notion that left Necrom’s Herald in credence toward the leading Ashlander’s who so naturally led the party across this figurative field of shattered obsidian.

It was in that regard the party followed the Ash of the land.


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Chapter IV With Ash Above and Dust below from the series The Raven || The Moon will take place this coming Sunday Nov 4th at 7:30 PM EST, and is the second to last official event in this series. This event series has been slow moving, but it has given us the opportunity to thoroughly enjoy the story, and create something original and fun. That being said, this series only has two more planned events left, but it is never to late to join in on the action. If a story driven arc is something you are looking for and an investigative theme in Morrowind is your cup of tea, then, please, do not hesitate to contact me. You can contact me here, in-game @Stix0521 and Discord at Ashakuarius#2023 if you are interested!

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Just a friendly reminder that Chapter IV With Ash Above and Dust Below is tonight at 7EST. For those who might be interested, my contact information is in the above post. See you later!
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XXXXXThe Ashen One and her tribe led Necrom’s Herald and his companions to the western walls of the White City, down into an etched gorge in the obsidian, onyx land that stationed Necrom on it’s inky foundation. It was here the investigative party uncovered a caverness entrance, and by assumption, it led down into the aspirated catacombs below the city proper. Hidden behind a blade-sharp outlook, the party looked onward, finding the entrance to be guarded by two of Nocturnal’s knights. There was a third figure decked in the blackened armaments of an Ordinator from the White City, a man Rel Abor confirmed of being of his own household; the House of Sorrows.

It appeared a betrayal had struck where one feels safest; home. The Ordinator moved into the cavern, and the investigators struck in a heightened haste. The party had split in two, the Dreglidath tribe moved southward, on the hunt for the knight’s who ran amuck through ashen hunting grounds. The woman-of-the-land Elisheva moved in unison with the tribe, a gait that told of a recessed memory away from her people, but remembered altogether. This left Necrom’s Herald, Walks-Among-Death, and the Inquisitor Salen to venture into dust covered vaults of the dead. The breton Investigator withheld from the investigation for a time due to injuries acquired during the bout against the Knights who had killed the Weeper.

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The Shadowscale struck from grim shadows, killing in silence, and while the gruesome kill might have distracted the second knight, the Inquisitor made quick work of the beak-helmed man. Into darkness Rel Abor led his allies, his flickering lantern of scintillating azure flames casted deformed shadows along the caverness walls.

Silence…

...and padded footsteps announced their subtle, alerted presence.

A deafening silence which spoke volumes, and it was quickly deciphered that the nearby Ghost Gate within the catacombs had been shackled, locking the wandering dead to ghostly graves.

The party emerged from the cavern, a forerunner had been stationed in wait, launching an arrow toward the wake of the investigative party. Unexpected commotion consumed them, but alas, Salen was not quick enough and took an arrow through his thigh, bypassing plated protection, but to an Inquisitor of the Three, this faulty wound would not cease his divine hand. While the Ordinator took a defense stance, Rel Abor, along with Walks-Among-Death moved swiftly. It was the Shadowscale’s own arrow which pierced the skull of Nocturnal’s forerunner, unraveling the entrance down into the depths of the sacral White City.

Without a second thought, Necrom’s Herald moved swift and sound into the catacombs, for it was his eternal duty that he served his White City. Walks-Among-Death and Salen followed in his trail without question, without regard for safety, for it was their trust they held within Rel Abor.

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Into the depths they delved, from ash and into dust, surrounded by white sacrosanct walls, which, once more, reflected with blue-in-blue flames. While this sanctified place usually murmured with ghostly whispers, this part of the catacombs feld a pure silence, which led Rel Abor and his companions deeper into the tombs where they met heavy resistance.

Two by two, down each corridor, knights defended the catacombs with a fanatical vigor. Either by heavy mace, or a swift blade, they wished to thwart the parties path, but time in time again, they only gained failure. Left to rot, and bleed dry over white stone of purity. Finally, Rel Abor led Walks-Among-Death and Salen into a larger corridor, one hosting a dunmeri’s clan Ghost Gate locked behind a veil of consuming, violet magick.

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While the party felt this was merely a distraction to the Knight’s main goal, Rel Abor moved forth to unshackle the gate, while facing heavy resistance once more from Nocturnal’s cult. A much larger operation than any of them had first predicted.

The Shadowscale and the Inquisitor moved forth to protect Necrom’s Herald in his ritualistic process of shattering the chains about the ghost gate. It was the argonian and dunmer who worked together, a defender and an attacker who had dispatched the cult knights, allowing Rel Abor to complete his ritual, and unleash the gate once more. The vicinity became flooded by that of wailing murmurs, and the roaming dead found their peace once more.

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Rel Abor, now pale, beaded with perspiration across his brow, led his party onward toward a vault. At its center was stationed a decadent alter where an artifact once had been hosted. It was clear at least a half dozen people breached this vault, took what they believed was ‘theirs’ and moved on in haste.

The party was too late, and looking onward down the next hall, scattered ash was blown in from the outside. Blending ash and dust as one. The Knight’s of Nocturnal were still at large of their own goals, and yet, one step in front of Rel Abor and his companions.

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Once more, the group would split up and diverge on seperate paths. Rel Abor and Salen decided that imposing the records of the Tribunal Temple may in fact give them clue of what was held in this empty vault. Walks-Among-Death would attempt to pick up the trail of the knights, tracking them through ash, and across bladed obsidian. Lastly, it was to gather and seek the Ashen One, the Dreglidath tribe, and their own companion, Elisheva, and inquire of their own path against Nocturnal’s wing of Atrophy.

But one question remained; would all this effort be for naught? Time was of the essence, and Rel Abor knew if failure was imminent, there would be grave consequences.
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