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Only a wuss would use magicka on flesh wounds.

In all seriousness, Sch does bring up a good and valid point. Which also brings me to wonder: how would (healing) potions be used then? Would they act something like a painkiller or antibiotic? Though the latter may be a bit...moderny or not make sense in TES.

Also, nice posts all around, everyone!

[Maya Maya]

Maybe (healing) potions act like a painkiller, antibiotic, and a salve all in one. If noticed in OB, whenever your character made his/her own healing potion, no matter how strong it was, it was always heal x amount for x seconds. Which is how I would interpret (healing) potions in an RP perspective. The healing effect would take awhile, heck maybe a day at most depending on the severity of the wound and the respective strength of the (healing) potion.

[P PoLlo]

Healing potions could be like pain killers and wound sealers combined.* But, say you take a weak healing potion for a big wound. Now the skin closes over, but the inside doesn't get healed. So you're high and you can finish the fight, but when (if) you make it back to a healer they have to cut you open again to heal it properly.

Ridiculously expensive and powerful healing potions ought to be able to just fix cuts like... well, magic, but the smart soldier would opt for just the painkiller alone, or, say, a fortify fatigue potion, to avoid trouble.

If you break a bone and then carelessly drink a potion without setting it first, the bone will mend back together at an odd angle and you'll have to deal with a curved arm or leg (or rib, or spine?) for the rest of your life. Even worse, if that bone was jutting into something important, like a spleen or a lung, you've just essentially glued it in place like that and now you're dead, unless they cut you open, re-break the bone, set it right, and then heal it all before you bleed to death.

I just made that up, but it sounds legit. Sheesh, now I want to play a healer!

Also, yeah, good posts so far, everybody. Little details that establish character are nice.

*More like NobleNinja, amirite?

[Rachel Hall]

I actually rather like that whole theory/idea. Very plausible and makes a lot of sense, and has a nice blend of real life/TES inspired healing methods. I would make sure that lebiro reads this, it will come in handy with his character. Great job Sch.

[Bad News Rogers]

Hey there, get together a character sheet and post it here and we'll go from there.

[Maddy Paul]

I was wondering would it be possible if there were other orcs besides Gulag be present in the Mustering Field. Because I'm planning on introducing a few as NPCs Gulag could interact with.

Personally I don't expect there to be a whole lot of them (Since Orcs are usually shock troopers, not what the type of soldiers the 1st aux would be.) but I could see at most a dozen of them.

Also, would you guys think these orcs would be of similar size as Gulag?

[brian adkins]

Other orcs being there wouldn't be much of a stretch in my opinion, so go ahead. My post should finally be here tonight.

[Charlotte Lloyd-Jones]

Awesome can't wait see how Valorin reacts to everything, lol.

[Rebecca Dosch]

Hope the little ball of fur checks out with you guys.

And if he is accepted, he'll run out of sugar in a week, easy. Perhaps there is some in the camp that would taunt him?

Spoiler

Character Summary: Jasava is a young Suthay (Khajiit) who traveled around the Northern part of Tamriel with a Khajiiti caravan for his whole life. At 17 years he has never seen his race’s homeland of Elsweyr. He never adapted to moonsugar like the other Khajiit and is very much an addict, sugar fits being a regular occurrence. He joins the 1^st Auxiliary as he has no other option.

Appearance: Jasava stands at 5’ 8” and has a very lanky appearance. His whole body reeks of malnourishment, from his near toothpick arms to his skinny legs. A few small scars dot his back, but are nearly invisible through his fur. His face is soft, like a new born kittens, but it always carries a look of tiredness, as if he never had a full night’s rest. Sunken eyes and an abnormally light colored nose scar what would be an otherwise adorable face. His fur is a brown, with patches of lighter red fur in small circles all around his body. Most of it is on his chest, stomach, and inner thighs, so it is rarely seen. There is one patch behind his left ear though.

His clothes are all too small for him, leaving tufts of fur poking out of them. He constantly battles this, trying to tuck them back under his garments. He was raised that openly displaying body fur was rude.

Weapons, Attire, Misc: Jasava carries no weapons, and he carries nothing on him (usually). He has no keepsakes to speak of, all his goods temporary things that disappeared quickly. All he has are a few pairs of clothes. Small tweed jacks and worn breeches, a pair of decent leather hunting boots. These have many holes on them, some have been obviously sewn over, but many remain. When he joins the legion, he does have a small pouch of moonsugar tucked inside his pants.

Skills: Jasava simply has no real skills. He’s bartered a few times, but couldn’t sell anything better then the next Khajiit. He can sprint for short periods but will be left gasping and it will take him a few minutes to recuperate from that thirty second sprint. He forgets common courtesies often and speaks with a stutter if put in uncomfortable environments. He’s never been in a true battle, just small scuffles, and besides his claws he’s never used a weapon. He does have an able mind, but it’s never had the chance to grow, and is therefore weak. Jasava is however multilingual, knowing common as his first language and enough of Ta’agra to sound coherent.

Personality: Jasava isn’t a shy person, but he’s grown to be distrustful of complete strangers. Because of this he might come off as an introvert. If you can get him started he’ll talk anyone up though, oblivious to if it’s appropriate or not. He laughs easily (though whether or not he was actually amused is a 50/50 chance) and rarely gets serious about something. Not because he doesn’t think there’s any reason to be serious, but because the gravity of situations just flies right over him.

He’s often self-aware though, and constantly thinks others who he values are looking down on him. Judging him constantly and mercilessly. He’ll do things just to see if they approve, and try and hide that which he finds shameful about himself.

History: Jasava was born in the Niben valley under the Atronach sign. He traveled around with the Khajiit caravan he was born into, just another kitten in a litter of twelve. Near all were very rowdy as they traveled, causing mischief and annoying more than one town guard every time they entered a city so their parents could sell their wares. Jasava was by no means the leader of the group, just another one of eleven (the last kitten was a shy child, who just read for most of the time).

They journeyed north, never getting to close to the border of Morrowind. "That is bad land my cubs; do not go there." The parents would say. Jasava saw the volcanoes from a distance, and nothing intrigued him or scared him more. Dreams of falling ash, burnt fur, and dark, cruel elves covered his dreams. He never played a role in any of these images, for that’s all they were to him. It was a frozen world that terrified him, but he loved to journey through it in his sleep.

He was eight when he first started to recall the dreams, and he told the twelfth child all about them. The Khajiit sat silently as Jasava retold his dreams, recording them as they were told. The dreams were told without embellishment, Jasava thought they were the most exciting thing and that they needed no hyperbole to be worthy of telling.

Now, as with nearly all of the Khajiiti people, the caravan Jasava was a part of fed moonsugar constantly to the cubs. The children experienced their fits and, like all Khajiit, they eventually faded as their bodies adapted. A few of the twelve could have as much as they want and never feel a thing well before the rest. It was in this period were their young bodies were adjusting to the drug, that they entered the Jerall mountains.

Getting lost in a frightening blizzard the caravan was stranded. Their supplies went low and they all huddled together to try and escape the cold. Jasava only remembers trying to think of the warm ash of the volcanoes to the east, of the bright warmth of the liquid fire he envisioned as he shivered and shook in the blistering cold.

It was a few months before the caravan was out of the mountains and had fully recuperated from the ordeal, staying around the city of Bruma. Now it was that Jasava once against tasted moonsugar, and it rocked him. He fell into a sugar induced fit for days, and went on a spree of devouring the drug when he awoke. He never fully grew accustomed to what the Khajiit regarded as part of their gods, falling into fits whenever the family gave him a large amount in an attempt to adapt him to it.

The caravan regarded him oddly and he began to grow more and more distant. They traveled north to Skyrim and eventually the parents had had enough. They threw Jasava out, telling him that if he wanted to waste his time eating himself to death he could earn the gold to do so himself. He left silently during the day, his brothers and sisters sighing or silently cheering. The twelfth child sat on the ground, the journal in hand, writing slowly.

So, in 4 E 172, with a small pouch of sugar, the last that was ever handed to him, Jasava wandered around the planes of Whiterun hold and eventually stumbled upon the legion. He signed up, a small fire of determination burning through him, and headed into the camp of the First Auxiliary.

[Cesar Gomez]

Character sheet is accepted Mazeltoph, welcome to the First Auxiliary.

[Paul Rice]

Ayumifan and fiore1300, have you been creating a post for dum and torbar or can I make one wih fendryn resolving the fight? Haha

[Brad Johnson]

We don't have anything in particular planned. Feel free to join them

[Frank Firefly]

I'll be honest. When you said Dum is dumb Ayunmi, you really meant it

[Cat]

To be fair, he grew up in a closed Nord community and were always hidden away when travelers came by. As far as he knows anyone with pointy ears are elves, and all elves are Thalmor. And Thalmor are dangerous.

[Elle H]

Rex needs to post. He promised us and did not deliver on that promise. For shame.

[Kat Stewart]

so he'll also mistake orcs as Thalmpr? Because you know, they also got pointy ears maybe something came up and he's busy at the moment?

[Eileen Collinson]

Haha I was thinking the same, took me a minute to realize what 'tell more' meant :')

[R.I.p MOmmy]

Oh god I just got it! GAH!

[Marina Leigh]

Finally! I can put a post up.

Also... two fights within minutes of the Legate's address? Targon's going to have a field day with this lot

ALSO ALSO! Great posts everyone They were very enjoyable to read. Just one thing: his name is Targon, not Targot

[Chrissie Pillinger]

I think I was mainly the one that said "Targot". I kinda did that because I've been posting on my phone and by pure luck I kept misspelling.

Anyways, so how long would it be IIR till it hits dusk IC? Since Gulag got himself in trouble

[Daniel Lozano]

So sorry for not posting guys. Real life stuff as usual, post coming soon, after I read everything again plus some.

[Romy Welsch]

I'll give it a few days at least. Seeing as Akamon's gotta get patched up, a few other characters are going to interact and some players haven't posted yet I think..

[Kirsty Wood]

ALSO! (Sorry for the double post) In the vein of another marvellous RP series that is for the moment residing in a temporary semi-comatose state (OPAP people, you know what I'm talking about), I've done gone and created a wiki page for this RP. This gives us pages for all the characters, information about the Legion and Great War, and various other cool things. I'm constantly updating it and adding more info.

http://auxiliary-the-rp.wikia.com/wiki/Auxiliary:_The_RP_Wiki

[Natalie J Webster]

okay. That should give me enough time give another post or two. Which I might get one in today.

As for the wiki, I like this idea. Makes me wonder that if this RP turns out somewhat successful, could this be the first of a series of RPs?

[Greg Swan]

After the liberation of Cyrodiil City, Targot* and the gang head to Hammerfell to liberate it from the Thalmor while fighting a battle inside of their own heads about the White Gold Concordat.

*ha!

I'll get a post up soon, too.