It looks like the RP is full, unless someone of the three drops out before we even start! Sorry!

Welcome to this small-scale adventure RP, that has a charm and twist of its own! Here's the interesting, non-conventional details about this RP:

-Your character is a newly infected vampire, of an unusual family: The Volkihar tribe as described in the immortal blood book: http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Immortal_Blood . The transformation is slow, however, and you look very regular if a little sick. The decease cannot be stopped at its early stage with curing potions, or prayers, like some of the weaker but more common variants of vampirism in Tamriel.

-Your vampire powers are weak, but your weaknesses are strong and the urge to feed and kill is out of your control. I as the GM will control the uncontrollable side of your vampirism, making everything that much more interesting!

The goal of the RP is for you to travel, from Skyrim, to Cyrodiil and seek a cure for your vampirism. Along the way you'll face dangers, choises and consequences for your actions, but the RP itself isn't too long in terms of distance tavelled: Southern skyrim to northern cyrodiil.

Feeding will be necessary, or you'll likely be hunt down when you in your blood-frienzy attack strangers. Feed too often, however, and you're likely to get hunted by vampire-hunters.

The RP has room for 3 RP'ers, plus me the GM. Together, most if not all choises you do are to be made in-character in the RP thread, rather than in the OOC-thread. The reasoning and arguing is an interesting part of this RP that I'm very much looking forward to. If you are interested, you should be a regular poster and an active player. The RP is as slow as the slowest RP'er we have, and that should ideally be me as the GM.

Sometimes when entering a new area, or making a scenario, I might need to control your characters a little. For example, giving them a question or moving them to a place, etc. This will make the RP move more smoothly and won't be stuck on small details as I can iron them out with my iron-fist of power.

***When designing your character, keep in mind the following things and you'll be golden:

- Too powerful characters will make some of the dangers along the way no dangers at all. Keeping your character under average in terms of combat / magic / stealth skills is vital for this RP.

- Your character should have some reason to be at this imperial camp in the mountains north-west of Falkreath, be it because he's an imperial soldier, a stormcloak captive, a traveling merchant, a wanderer seeking shelther, etc. Anything you can think of, but it needs to make sense.

-Your character should want to seek a cure for this Vampirism, as it is by far one of the worst vampire-kinds in Tamriel.

Your characters should have had time to introduce yourselves to each-other over a camp-fire before the RP even begins: you know each-other's names, a little what the others can do in combat, what their favourite weapon is, are they married or not, etc. This will kick the RP into a faster start.

I will be controlling a nord vampire, who's wanted to seek a cure for ages but only now found the opportunity to escape the clan. My character is more powerful than your characters, but would struggle in a one-on-two situation against someone trained. She has forgotten much about social etiquette, however, and needs the three of you just as much as you need her mentoring to seek the cure. Without her to bash your skulls in when your blood-lust goes wild, you wouldn't get further than Falkreathe before taking an arrow in the knee.

Here's a little opening-scene:

In the mountains north-west of Falkreath, evening…

The campfire was warming his face pleasantly and he cuddled closer to its embrace, reached out and took a careful sip of the mulled wine that they’d been warming. It was strong and hot, the perfect drink for an evening in these mountains. He gently blew on the beverage and took a gulp, passing it on to the next thankful mouth to his right.

“Whoa there Kadius, are we getting a little tipsy already?” said Clain, giving the camp a chuckle. Clain was a good lad, not yet eighteen summers but a heck of a scout nonetheless. Kadius couldn’t help but wonder how they let so young fellows join the army, but he was thankful Clain was there.

“After one sip you’re the only one who’d be tipsy Clain, and you know it!” shouted a voice and the camp hooted in approval.

“Guilty as charged my friends, guilty as charged!” said Clain with a wide smile and emptied his mug of ale. “Save me some of that mulled wine, will you? I’ll be taking a piss if you don’t mind.” He patted his trousers and briskly strolled towards the frozen lake, leaving a roaring laugh behind.

“Ain’t so bad bein’ stuck ‘ere.” Trisky said as she’d had a taste of the wine. “Sure, we’re more than two dozen miles from the nearest town, but we’ve got a lovely view ‘ere don’t we? Mountains on this side, mountains on that side, and this fine lake to keep us company and keeping a steady wind blowing in our face!” Kadius chuckled, even though he knew Trisky was trying to point out her displeasure of post. But orders were orders, what could you do?

The moon was taking a peak over the mountains, looking like a wheel of cheese caught on the top. The camp was feeling ready for a good night’s sleep, followed by another morning of sitting around, with the day’s peak being the mulled wine at its end. Martelius was giving the fire a new log, keeping the bottom of the mulled wine mug warm for Clain.

“I’ll be taking a piss then, too.” Announced Kadius and strolled away. The world was spinning mildly as he made his way to the lake. “Gods, that mulled wine was strong! Maybe Clain was right.” He steadied himself and found a nice dead tree to aim at.

Far on the lake Clain was ice-skating with his boots, slowly making his way towards Kadius and the shore-line. His cheeks were red from frost but he had a healthy smile on his face, reminding Kadius of his son back in Leyawiin. Kadius watched him dance on the lake’s surface, fond memories awakening inside. He remembered this one time, he and his son were fishing south of Leyawiin. A young and attractive girl had been water-walking, a useful spell, dancing in a way that took all of his son’s attention. Right then the biggest fish he’d seen in these parts took his son’s bait and yanked rod and boy with it overboard and into the salty sea below! Oh how he’d chuckled, but his boy had learned a great lesson back then for his coming hunting-career. Always stay focused.

Clain waved at Kadius and said something, but he was too far away. “Can’t hear you Clain! Got something smart to say, you’ll have to say it over here!” Clain took a quick step, then another and on the third… He fell, head-first… through the ice. Kadius’s heart stopped beating. “Clain!” No response. “CLAIN!” Some in the camp heard him scream and came running, trying to see what the clamor was about. “[censored]! Clain!” Kadius was half-running over the frozen lake now. A scream from the camp ended those thoughts. “Everyone, back to the camp! Go!” He said, drawing his sword. The experienced imperial soldiers didn’t hesitate when given an order, and quickly drew their own swords, running uphill back to camp.

“What the [censored]…” Kadius tried to move but his legs were frozen on the icy-lake. He lost his balance, fell awkwardly to his knees and tumbled to the ground, sword sliding beyond reach. His ankles were shooting pain through his body, burning with an insanity Kadius didn’t think possible. He tried to crawl up, but his legs were broken and stuck. Every move he made only made things worse. Was this how he’d die, against an unknown attacker, against a dirty magical trick? Then he saw it, a pale creature rising smoothly right through the ice right in front of him. Its thin black hair, dripping with cold water, fell lifelessly over its shoulders, its dead eyes glowing with red pupils. The skin was pale with a sickly grey to it, its features skeletal; every bone visible through the parchment-thin skin. It had black sharp claws where a human would have nails, and the fangs in its mouth… It was a vampire, without a doubt! Kadius called for help, but the screams at the camp had gone silent. No-one came to his rescue as the beast placed a hand under his chin, raising his head almost softly and planted its fangs deep in his forehead, svcking his body completely dry, not spilling a single drop of blood. His lifeless body hit the icy lake, skull shattering like dust…

The three of you are amongst the few who were kept alive, to be new blood joining the family. However, everything doesn’t go as planned when my character seizes the opportunity to escape the family…

Character-sheet: For you to fill out with as much detail as you can and want. Keep the above mentioned things in mind when making your character.***

Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Height:
Birthsign:
Appearance:
Class (what would you describe your character as?):
Skills and known spell-effects (if any):
Clothing / armor:
Weapons:
Miscellaneous items:
Personality (if you like to add how he/she feels about vampirism here, feel free to do so):
Major flaw (if any):
Background (and reason for being in the camp):

Characters:

Feng - a nord vampire. Played by GorbadPS3.

Ali Al Mahdi - a young redguard archer, hunter and scout. Played by dovakhin.

Agaron - a bosmer thief. Played by SonOfSithis.

Jeanne - an imperial priestess. Played by AyumiFan.

Dibs on one of the spots!

I'm in. This is right up my alley. I will create a char today at work.

Here is my char. He will be well versed in all Restoration spells and limited in Illusion, Alteration and Destruction, in that order. I am working on my spell list.

Name: Veric
Age:45
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11
Birthsign: Atronach
Appearance: Veric is average height and weight, more to the skinny side of things. He is pale skinned and long black hair kept untamed. He has a goatee and mustache that are quite long and wiry. Always wears a mage robe and walks with his staff.
Class (what would you describe your character as?): Healer
Skills and known spell-effects (if any):Master Alchemist and Restoration Mage. Working on my spell list.
Clothing / armor: Wears simple Mages Robes. He has many different color ones.
Weapons: Carries an unenchanted staff and steel mace. He uses destruction, alteration and illusion. He despises bladed weapons. Only uses the mace as a backup when his magicka is depleted.
Miscellaneous items: Carries a master alchemist set with him as well as runes to protect him when he sleeps.
Personality (if you like to add how he/she feels about vampirism here, feel free to do so): He despises vampirism at its core. Veric was loved in Northpoint, his home land and was a happy go lucky type of a guy. Very friendly and open. Loved helping and healing people of his home land.
Major flaw (if any): Too open and trusting. That is how he contracted this terrible disease. He is also not very strong.
Background (and reason for being in the camp): Veric was a healer in Northpoint, on the northern coast of High Rock. He was born and raised there. He studied under Ernand Butrand and was his apprentice as a healer. After Ernand’s death, Veric became the region’s healer and alchemist. There was no disease he could not find a spell or potion to heal. He was loved in his community. He married his wife Jealene and had two children with her, a boy and a girl.

Veric often left Northpoint to travel the many countrysides of Tamriel, in search for new and rare ingredients. He spent most of his time concocting new and useful potions. One day, a man came to Veric and asked him to travel to Skyrim on a search for a rare plant he had never heard from. The man claimed its extract could prolong life for 100 year or more for any race and promised to cut Veric in a a sweet deal if he could help him locate it and distinguish it from other known plants. Veric agree to go because, that is what Veric did. He helped people and if he could profit in the end as well and find a new extract for a potion to help his people and perhaps more, he was all for it. Unbeknownst to Veric, the man he was traveling with was, in fact, a vampire hunter and he was hunting the Volkihar in Skyrim. He brought Veric along in hopes to cure him of any vampirism he may come in contact with there. Veric’s talents had spread far in the land of High Rock.

It did not take long for the pair to find what this man was looking for. Two weeks into their expedition, their camp was invaded by these sought after vampires and Veric was the lone survivor but not left unscathed. He was bitten by one of these vampires and left on the mountain to die. He made his way to an inn near Falkreath where he franticly tried to create a potion to cure him of his new acquired disease. Nothing that he knew or studied was working. He had tried for days and nothing was slowing down the disease. It had a grip on him now and he knew he had to seek outside help. The innmaster figured out what was going on and asked Veric to leave the inn and she will keep his situation to herself. She told him of another rone like him that was seeking a cure in Cyrodiil and that her camp was not too far from here. And with that Veric headed west, in search of this camp.

Dibs! Will post char sheet ASAP.

Darnit, I was gonna make a priestess of the divines with healing powers xD

Nice to see so fast interest, looks like we have our three players! Now three sheets and we're golden.

@SonOfSithis: I feel your character is a pretty tall breton, since they're supposed to be the shortest of all the human races. The height is fine, but to me it doesn't sound average for a Breton to be near 6 feet

Also, you don't need to post specific spells, just name the known spell effects and you have more freedom. For example, if he can heal wounds, it means he can heal wounds on self, and on others, if he can cast fireballs he can do so in many different ways, depending on how good he is at destruction, etc. That said, a master at both alchemy and restoration might be too powerful depending on the spell-effects and alchemic knowledge, (specifically, if he can absord health, or fortify his knowledge or health, etc, then it's a bit too powerful).

Also, in the major flaw section you mention he contracted the decease because he's too open and trusting, but the scenario is a little different: He contracted it during an attack on the legion camp. I can put in a little detail that it started with disguised strangers entering the camp, and your character being the quickest to trust them, otherwise the trust-part doesn't sense.

Also, it is not general knowledge anywhere that Feng is seeking a cure, as she herself hasn't yet desided today is the day to leave the clan. That'll happen when the RP starts.

Sorry for not being clear on the events Your character should have a reason to be at the legion-camp that night, other than seeking a cure, and it is there you contact the decease.

Alternatively, you can be in the vampire clan and on the attacker's side of things, then decide to join Feng on her quest. That also works. Whatever the case, you'll need to edit the background a little to fit SonOfSithis

I will write up my original character sheet and post it here anyway, as my character is pretty useless as a fighter. So there might be room for both of our healer characters, but if Gorbad says no I'll come up with something else

Oh, ok. Got it. I can amend the story a bit. The trusting thing was going with a person to Skyrim that he knew nothing about. That was the too trusting piece. I am going to make Veric a pacifist. Only low destruction spells but mainly Restoration and Illusion. He is also stunted with the Atronach sign so he uses his magicka sparingly. Absorption is a costly spell that he only would cast in dire need.

I will have to figure out a reason to be in the camp then. Hold on, i will amend.

I can make my guy a rouge/witchhunter instead. specializing in illusion magic. That will be easier to get a back story on the being at the camp then. You can have your priestess, either way, I'm cool.

I would change my sign to the Ritual then.

Name: Ali Al Mahdi

Age: 17

Race: Redguard

Gender: male

Height: 6'2"

Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: Thin, very tall, hawk-like features, thin scars network his face, also on back. Pale, almost persian complexion. Shaved head.

Class (what would you describe your character as?): archer/ hunter/ scout

Skills and known spell-effects (if any): archery, can ride a horse well enough to shoot off its back, literacy

Clothing / armor: leather jerkin and boots, otherwise, coarse fabric and old blanket

Weapons: Recurve bow, arrows, curved dagger

Miscellaneous items: some food, a few septims.

Personality (if you like to add how he/she feels about vampirism here, feel free to do so): Amoral (or at least, enough that he'll quickly succumb to the urge to feed, and only have passing qualms) Views vampirism as a terrible curse, used to having to be quiet and somewhat unsure of himself. A bit cowardly.

Major flaw (if any): Amoral, will flee rather than risk his life

Background (and reason for being in the camp): A son of the tribes of the Alik'r Desert, he was abandoned by his tribe when his father died at the age of eight. Living on his own, he had to hunt with his brothers, barely eking out a living in the tough land. His mother, a kidnapped noble, taught him to read and write, an extremely rare skill for the nomads. Once, while he was out hunting, he was captured as a slave. Suffering under the hand of his master for many years, he ran away, only to be stopped by legionaries, at which point he promised to serve them. Already short on numbers, the legion accepted. He's always had life thrust upon him, but wants much greater things for himself. Dreams of ending the tribal warfare and uniting the nomads (only dreams, of course)

@Dovahkin: Would be nice to know how long he's been with the legion, was it there that he actually got to practice archery and horse-back fighting, having learnt the basics as a young kid? Also, how long was he a slave? Being a slave for years and only being 17 of age is something I can't quite picture. More details aren't required in the char-sheet, but you should think about these things so you can answer questions in-character

Gorbad, if I make a thief char, can he be imprisoned by the Legion? I have a theif char with a back story already. i could amend it to get my ass to Skyrim. that way, AyumFan can have the priestess.

Yes that sounds good.

Name: Agaron
Age: 45
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Height: 5’3
Birthsign: The Shadow
Appearance: Short and stocky elf. Long wind braided Mahogany hair. Pale faced but handsome. Always well dressed in the city. Appears to be very wealthy.
Class (what would you describe your character as?): Thief
Skills and known spell-effects (if any): Only Moonshdow from his birthsign. He can use it once a day.
Clothing / armor: Wears Leather Armor, Greaves and Gauntlets. Usually wears a blue or black hood. The Legionnaires allowed him to keep his armor and hood on during his imprisoned travel for his protection.
Weapons: He was relieved of his weapons upon capture. He usually carried two Elven Daggers and Elven Bow with Elven arrows.
Miscellaneous items: Had around 100 lock picks that were relieved of him upon capture, along with an assortment of stolen jewels and other items. His gold was relieved of him as well.
Personality (if you like to add how he/she feels about vampirism here, feel free to do so): Appears jolly and carefree but is riddled with self-guilt and loathing. He steals to feed his drinking habit and sustain a lifestyle way beyond his means. He cares little about vampirism, because it does not affect his life in the least. He is happy and cheerful in public. Alone, he is bitter and grieving.
Major flaw (if any): Greedy and self-absorbed. Reckless and now a drunk.
Background (and reason for being in the camp): Agaron was born in Haven, a small port city on the border of Elsweyr and Valenwood. It became a trading city of sorts due to its location between The Imperial City and Summerset Isles. Agaron’s parents are both Bosmers as well. They run a general goods store in town. His father, is an avid hunter and deadly with a bow. He tried to teach his son, who only paid attention half of the time. He would gather meats and skins and then bring them back to his wife to tan, butcher and cook for sale. They had a pleasant life in Haven. The store was Agaron’s to run once his parents wanted to retire but Agaron had no interest in that life. He was interested in a more fast paced fun life. His parents lived a moderate lifestyle but nothing too flashy. Agaron, on the other hand, wanted more. He longed to live a lavish lifestyle and wear rich clothes and drink the most expensive wines and mead. This lifestyle, however, had a price tag Agaron’s parents would not support.

Agaron, quickly found that the only way to support his lifestyle was to turn to a life of theft. He hooked up with a couple of Khajiit cubs from across the border and started to learn his way around the black market and quickly learned all the area fences to sell his goods from the night before. He would spend the day casing houses and shops and then at night, rob them blind and sell the goods. He then would find the local watering hole and spend all his earnings on drink and food and party into the wee hours of the morning. This became his daily routine. His parents became furious with him, since he spent his entire time shirking his duties in the shop and running the streets with his cat friends. They tried to forbid him from these friendships but that only made Agaron rebel and he plotted to teach his parents a lesson.

Agaron plotted with his feline companions to rob a little general store in Haven. That would keep them occupied for a little and leave him alone to pursue his lifestyle. That night the gang would raid the store and it was a gold mine. The Khajiit had no clue who owned the store, only that Agaron had cased it out and said it was a gem. What Agaron did not account for was what was to come next. Agaron’s father left his hat in the store and made a late night trip to come back and pick it up. He walked in on the robbery and surprised the Khajiit. Unarmed and startled, he headed for the door to alert the guards. The Khajiit were too fast for him and attacked him, quickly slicing his throat. Agaron came out from the back room when he heard the commotion to see his father lying in a pool of blood. He ran to him and tried to revive him. His father looked up at him and with his last breath asked “Why?”.

Filled with guilt and shame, Agaron fled Haven and lived in the wild for quite some time. He took his Elven bow and Elven daggers and about 1,000 septim with him. After a few months in the wild, he headed to the Skyrim, farthest away from his home, to start a new life. The one he pretended to live in the streets of haven, but now no one would know him there and he could pull off the rouse and drown away his past life and the thought of his mother, now a widow at his own hand. He never could face her after what he had done.

After only two weeks in Skyrim, Agaron was captured by the Imperial Legion after attempting to rob a traveling merchant on the roads outside of Falkreath. He was taken prisoner by the Legion and has been traveling with them for about 3 days as they roam the mountainous countryside.

He would have learnt the skills hunting and as a kid (not tough, considering every mongol kid knew both by 5 or so) He would only have been a slave for 3 years then, and he is very new to the legion.

Otherwise a nice char-sheet SonOfSithis, but I do have a question:

His stolen gear, were you planning on him getting them back right before the RP starts? The vampire's would've looted the place of everything valuable making that hard.

The moonshadow ability, invisibility once a day, might be too powerful to use freely, but I think we'll be able to manage it. After all, you can still be hear when sneaking invisible.

About the background: The camp itself is supposed to be stay put and wait for orders, but it's possible the party of legion soldiers used the camp as a check-point, planning to move to Solitude soon. However, they were attacked instead. This tiny detail would be nice to add in the background.

I don't know how well you'd remember something learned as a kid, but if he has it in pretty fresh memory (only three years since he last used it every day), then it makes sense for him to remember those skills. Character-sheet accepted and added

Can we start this today? It looks like we're nearly ready, and its bitter and cold and snowy where I am right now.

I was only explaining how he ended up at the camp. They are stationary but his condition remains imprisoned with nothing but his armor. I was not planning on getting anything back in regards to the items he owned,except maybe his lockpicks. He will pilfer a set of daggers and a bow from the dead, I assume. I also assumed the legionaires or the vampires took hos good weapons.

Patient master meriadoc, we don't have all character-sheets yet!

Hopefully we can start today. Time will tell.

Is mine accepted? I can change my sign if that is the only thing op.

Alright. I added some things to his skill-list that were missing, specifically that he can lock-pick things and knows how to use a bow and dagger. Character-sheet accepted and added to the list.

NICE!!!

Name: Jeanne Viera Valerius
Age: 18
Race: Imperial
Gender: Female
Height: 5’3”
Birthsign: The Serpent

Appearance: Jeanne has big, vibrant blue eyes with long lashes and thin brows. Her straight blonde hair falls down to the small of her back. She is very fond of her hair, and keeps it in several styles. At the moment she has two braids on each side of her head meet at the back with a ribbon. She has a humble physique, with no real muscle. She is not very gracious, and tends to trip over herself when nervous. She would be best described as having an innocent and angelic appearance. She wears religious jewelry to signify her faith.

Class: Priestess of the Eight Divines

Skills and known spell-effects (if any): Jeanne has studied the art of Restoration for several years. She is a natural talent, but has still much to learn. She can treat wounds with both magicka and medicinal herbs, and create wards to protect herself and others from harm. She has a mild knowledge of poisons, but is best with diseases.

Clothing / armor: She usually wears her traveling robes with a cloak over it. She carries her belongings in a leather satchel across her shoulder.

Weapons: Jeanne does not know how to use any weapons, but she carries a dagger on her belt. She only uses it for practical reasons like cooking and cutting samples of plants.

Miscellaneous items: One personal journal and one for studies, writing materials, a book of religious texts, a bottle of water, some food, a map of Skyrim with religious landmarks highlighted, a travel lantern, and some field equipment for examining herbs.

Personality: Jeanne has struggled with her extreme shyness and cowardice her whole life. She hates confrontation, and prefers to be a wall flower. She is a very loyal friend, and can be easy to lead on. She loves the Divines, and wants to spread their message to the masses.

Major flaw (if any): She is a strong mage with great potential and it would seem like she could easily hold her own in the face of danger. This is far from the truth, as Jeanne does not have a sliver of courage in her. In the heat of battle she would be petrified with fear. She has continuously tried to conquer her fears, but her lack of self-confidence has kept her from succeeding every time.

Jeanne sees vampires as sinful and unholy beings, and would rather die than turn into one. Despite that fact, she is too scared to take her own life and is desperate to keep her humanity. She will do anything it takes to find a cure before she loses her mind.

Background (and reason for being in the camp):

Jeanne was a shy, but brilliant young child. She loved reading history books about famous mages and their revolutionary contributes to the studies on the arcane arts. Her favorite arcane art to read about was the one of restoration. The wonderful abilities of using magicka to heal and help those in need. It was Jeanne’s big dream to be able to help those less fortunate. She had been raised in a very religious household, and so she had decided that becoming a Priestess of the Eight would be her way in life.

Her family was of modest wealth, and went by more or less unnoticed in their home town Anvil. Her parents worked under the Aldmeri Dominion, pushing papers and keeping the wheels turning at the massive docks. One day when Jeanne was twelve years old her mother brought her along to work, where Jeanne met an old Aldmeri scholar. Her curiosity and fascination overcame her shyness, and after a few minutes of stuttering questions for the mighty Altmer she learned that he was in fact a scholar of Restoration sent to attend an important meeting at the Dominion’s headquarters in the city.

Jeanne and the Altmer became friends over time, and he often visited her family’s house after a long day at the Dominion headquarter. Jeanne loved every minute of it, talking for hours about her favorite historical figures and their endeavors. They discussed religion and the importance of contributing to society. The Altmer began teaching Jeanne about the Restorative arts after realizing her great intellect and willingness to learn.

The Altmer stayed in Anvil for six months before receiving orders to return to Alinor. Jeanne was heartbroken about losing her dear friend so soon. She begged to come with him, but he refused. Instead he promised to write a letter of recommendation for a contact he had at the College of Winterhold and get her an apprenticeship. True to his word, two months later Jeanne received a letter from the College of Winterhold, letting her know that she had been accepted as an apprentice of the restorative arts.

With the blessings of her parents she packed her things and hired passage on the first ship northbound. After a month at sea, and a week on horseback she arrived at the College. She began her studies immediately, and proved to be a natural talent. She made a few friends through the years despite her shyness, and managed to break out of her shell a little. Alongside her restorative studies she also devoted a large amount of time learning about the Eight Divines and figuring out how she could best serve them. She felt closest to the Divines Mara and Stendarr, and aspired to spread their love and goodwill once her arcane education was finished. Although chastity was not a requirement to become a Priestess, Jeanne decided that her heart and body would belong only to the Divines.

After several years of studies she had become quite proficient in Restoration. She had learned how to heal wounds and treat illnesses, both with the use of magicka and medicinal herbs with healing properties. She had also learned how to shield herself and others from harm. So far she had only left the college grounds accompanied by her teachers, and never strayed far. She had been safe, with a warm home to come back to every evening, and that suited her fine. Her superiors had begun to disagree, claiming that in order for Jeanne to grow both as a healer and as a person she would have to start standing on her own two legs and make her own decisions. After a month of bargaining back and forth, Jeanne agreed to go on a pilgrimage that would take her to each hold of Skyrim.

It was on the day of her eighteenth birthday that she began her journey. It was scary at first, but after a few days she gained enough confidence to carry out her mission without hesitance. She went from Winterhold, south through Windhelm and then to Riften. She spent some time at the Temple of Mara before continuing west to the city of Falkreath and then north. She visited several religious landmarks, among them a mountain where the Imperial Legion had set up a camp. She had been allowed to join them and got to share a tent with the female soldiers.

Jeanne had taken no sides in the civil war, choosing to help whoever was in need of her aid. After visiting the religious landmark in the mountain she had spent her time praying with those soldiers that wanted to feel closer to their Divines, and studying a medicinal herb that grew around the camp.

Edit, changed last name to Valerius