A brutal blizzard beat down on Amiel, icy winds cutting into any exposed skin. Yet he walked on and on, his sense of self long gone. He just kept walking, struggling with every step. He was so cold, so very very cold. Yet he would not stop. Walking was all he had, and walking was all he could do. He walked and he walked, the blizzard persevering as much as he was. He was shivering uncontrollably now, but it didn't matter. He had to keep the child warm. He passed village after village, but he didn't stop. Bears and wolves avoided him, and he walked on.

Eventually, he stopped shivering. He thought he was resiting the cold. But he was now tired, so very tired. And the snow looked so soft, like a pillow. If he could just...

No, he would keep walking, keep walking, just keep walking...

Amiel collapsed into a snowbank just as the storm lifted, showing a massive fortress before him. He could tell from the crumbling architechture that it was Akaviri. Didn't he have to do something in an Akaviri fort? Amiel didn't remember. All he knew was that he needed to sleep and that the snow was soft.

As he eyes fluttered shut, he saw the vague forms of people come out of the fort and carry him inside...

*...leather armour? I took the armour out of the crate and admired it. It looked like regular leather, but seemed as hard as dragon scales. There was a cuirass, breaches, two armguards and boots, There was also a pair of gloves, but the material seemed lighter and more flexible, allowing for more slight of hand movements*.
Do you like it? That's reinforced leather.
It's beautiful, Charon. Thank you so much! *I put the armour down and flew across the room, giving him a tight hug. Veronica looked to the side and coughed awkwardly*.
*Charon gently pushed Faire away*. It's...no problem, Faire. I made you a promise to get you some armour, and I fulfilled it. That's all.
May I take a look at it, Faire?
*I nod, fetching one of the arm guards from the crate and handing it to Veronica. She tapped it experimentally*.

What's this reinforced with, Charon? It doesn't seem heavy enough for it to be steel.
It's got a small shield spell enchantment on it. I figured reinforcing it with metal would make it too heavy for Faire's fighting style, so I found one with a small shield enchantment. I got it for a fair price too, in case you were about to have a heart attack.
*I tried them on, finding them to be a perfect fit*. Wait a minute, how did you get the measurements for these?
I didn't. Most armour you can buy these days has an auto fit enchantment with no extra cost. That means that it should last you a while...unless it gets destroyed, of course.
*I finished putting on the armour. It was surprisingly comfortable. I tried a few practice movements and found it to be quite flexible*. Should I name the armour? Most enchanted armour in tales has a name.
*He rolled his eyes and gave a small smile*. Bard's tales, eh? It's your armour now, Faire. You can do what you like with it.
*I looked at myself in a wash basin*. I think I'll call it...Nightmare Guard.
*Veronica raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment*. Very well then. We need to follow up on the lead I found to the Thieves Guild, and then on to Quirinus. *She looked at Faire, noticing her grumbling stomach*. After we finish eating, of course.
*I immediately perked up*. I think that's a great plan. I like that plan a lot.

JUST GOT MY PREORDER FOR SKYRIM!!!!! WOOOT :celebration: :foodndrink:


Currently thinking of how to continue... if anyone posts before me thats fine

Excellent! I pre ordered mine a month or two ago. I got it for a pretty cool price too, I think it was about ￡27.00.
I guess I could continue if you want. The problem is that we've got three seperate storylines on the go at the moment. We've got to be careful to avoid anymore canon clashes.
I'll think on it a bit more.

I think we need the discussion board again.

lets discuss!

Bout time I did this...

Amiel found himself standing on clouds high above Tamriel. Nine figures moved towards him from all sides.

Greetings, mortal. I am Akatosh. Just as Alduin is my aspect of change, I am my aspect of staying the same. You have delievered the one who is destined to defeat my rising aspect and save the world safely to the ones who will care for him. For this, I thank you. I give you the Shield of Auriel, a shield formed from my own scales. It will guard you from all harm as long as you remain worthy of it.


I am your Patron God, Talos. You wield the Lord's Mail and Chyrsamere, the paladin's blade. From now on, you shall wear the Emperor's Mail and the Godsword, Gladeus. Gladeus carries an enchantement that I will only let you use when I deem you ready for its power. The emperor's mail rallies your allies behind you and sends your foes scurrying in fear. May these items aid you in your fight.

I am Dibella. I give you the Helm of Aid. All those who see this helm will become more friendly and helpful towards you.

I am Arkay. I give you the Bow of Death and the Arrows of Life. Together, they shall allow you to destroy foes both alive and dead.

I am Julianos. I give you the ring of knowledge. It will give you the knowledge of the Gods when you most need it.

I am Kynareth. I give you the Necklace of Nature. With it, all forces of nature are yours to command at will.

I am Mara. I give you the Boots of Fortitude. With these, none shall be able to break your will, not even a god.

I am Stendarr. I give you the Gauntlets of Strength. You will be able to lift and move all but the most heaviest of objects with these.

I am Zenithar. I give you the Ring of Fortune. Fortune will smile on you as long as you bear this ring.

As a final gift we have decided to disown the Crusader Relics. They shall no longer bear our magic and no longer give Quirinus his strength. You will awaken back outside Windhelm. Go and face your destiny!

Amiel felt the sensation of falling, and looking down, he saw that he was indeed falling through the air. Down below, he saw himself lying in the grass, his eyes closed. But just before he made contact with himself, he stopped. Stahlsong appeared.

I give you the cloak of shadows. With it on, no one will notice you. You will be a shadow to them. Take it, for you will soon find it helpful.

Amiel resumed his velocity and slammed into his body, and everything faded to black.

Enough discussion. Time to get this thread back on the rails.

Faire was tossing and turning in her bed, sleeping only slightly. Charon had been contacted by the Thieves Guild to steal something for them after breakfast, and she and Veronica had been told to stay at the inn. For some reason, Faire felt quite tired and decided to go back to bed. Only to be awakened by the strangest dreams...

*Charon was running. It was the blackest night, but I could just make out the snow falling down thick and fast. He was light on his feet, barely scratching the snow's surface, while the men chasing him left deep footprints. Charon was cradling a mundane looking object that I couldn't quite make out, but it seemed to possess a golden glow.*
DANGER of sorrow.
*The men were chasing after him, but Charon was in control. His mastery of acrobatics kept them always one step behind him as he raced down what looked like a mountain.*
*But then, something happened. Charon slipped on an icy rock, losing his footing for just a moment, but it was enough. He was now limping, having obviously hurt his leg. The chasing men were gaining ground, but Charon saw a small village by the side of the mountain road. He hobbled towards it as fast as he could, only to find the place bristling with archers.*
DANGER of compassion.
*The archers let their arrows fly.*
FREEDOM in anger.

*I woke up with a start, sweating heavily. I touched my brow, but found it to be normal temperature. I looked in my hand and saw the strange object from before. It was eminating an uncomfortable heat.*
*I clutched it in both hands to my chest, then looked at the gem stones. While they had once both been ruby, then one had changed to sapphire, this time they were different.*
*This time, the gems were a dark obsidian.*
COMFORT in darkness.
*I threw the frustrating object at the nearest wall, watching as it shattered like glass. The pieces fell to the fall with the clang of metal, dissolving into a silvery dust.*
I've got to help Charon.
*I went to the far side of the window and opened the window. The sun was starting to set.*
Time to change the future.
*I quickly donned my leather armour and weapons, sneaking out onto the roofs.*

*Veronica was chatting politely with the innkeeper trying to shake a strange feeling she was having. Then, it came stronger than ever. It was something to do with Charon. And the girl.*
Danger.

Please, I have not gone by that name in two hundred years, I am not Belan Helseth, that man died along with his father in the frozen wastes of Solstheim.

Belan, I come to you at the turning of the tide. The Argonians have held Morrowind for long enough, it is time for our people to return, that is why I have returned after over two hundred years. A long time ago you were my enemy, a dangerous agent working for the Blades, but I see you have changed as much as the times we live in. I need you to help me Belan.

Belan stared deeply into Vivec's glowing eyes. It was strange to see him again, he had thought Vivec had died a long time ago. Belan felt a strong shiver down his spine, he had made a grave mistake when he defeated Dagoth Ur. Perhaps this was the time to change it.

Anything to see my people strong again.

I am glad to hear this. Your friend here was afraid you would not join so easily.

You are fighting on the side of the people, and thus, you are my ally.

Belan, I need you to kill Faire and Charon.

I shall do it. For my people.

For our people, Belan.

The sun was just starting to set behind the mountains casting the sky with tones of red, the east was starting to darken as night aproached. he could see the fortress built into the side of the mountain, a stone trail just wide enough for horse and buggy led up to the face of the mountain and the wound up a wall of rock until it finally came to giant wooden doors. Charon sat poised in the tree line looking across a open country. If he crossed it now he could still be spotted by any sentries. He would have to wait for the cover of darkness.
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He finally made it to the sheer cliff face of the mountain, the cover of night and the moons being hidden by thick clouds made the dash across the clearing. Strangely though he did not see any sentries, scouts, or watchmen. He would have figured that this place would have been more heavily guarded. Three high ranking thieves had been sent prior to him, none had been heard from again. The doyen he had met with had struck a deal with him. He would tell Charon of Quirinus' location but before he did Charon had to steal a rare ring from a local official. The ring was in fact the long lost Blood Ring, that had been missing since the last era. Apart from returning the ring he also wanted Charon to keep an eye out for any evidence of the missing thieves.

He looked up the cliff face, it was about a pretty high climb, but he didnt want to take the main road and be discovered. He reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a pair of hand claws. They were essentially a flat bar that had four short downward angled spikes that would be tied to the palm of the hand, doing this would allow him to hook them into the stone wall. He began to channel energy fueled by a magic to his legs. With a mighty push he leaped the hight of several men up the wall and dug the claws into the surface. He brought his legs up and secured them to the surface making shure he had the grip he needed, and like before pushed off sending himself higher.

About five minutes later he finally made it to the watchman's walk way that let around the upper wall. He slowly peered over the wall, the coast was clear. he pulled himself over the the wall and onto the stone walk way and then looked down at the main compound. It was constructed out of stone and had wooden roofing it was a split level structure with the bottom containing an extra area the extend away from the rest of the compound. Various plants and sand walk ways led across the roof of this "garden" area. As he was looking he began to notice something that began to disturb him. There was no guards what so ever. He almost thought the place was empty but a lone horse in the small stables told him different.

He jumped down from the wall and landed in a hay stack and crawled out. he made his way to the pertruding area and made his way up the wall. Winding through the garden he heard crickets chearp and the sounds of other insects, it was actually very peaceful. He made his way to the door and checked it, locked. He waved his hand over the lock testing it. It was fairly complex but nothing he couldnt handle. With a final wave of his hand he heard clicking as the door unlocked. he calmly steped into a dark hall. There was no signs of any one here, but the official may be asleep. He focus his vision and with night eye was soon able to see the extravagant decorations around him. Many of them were rare or collectable. As he made he way downstairs he took note of everything. Many of the things here looked like they belonged in a castle. There were ancient tapestries, weapons, armour, rugs, vases, tables, chairs, there was literally a museum of relics to be found here. He wondered if the doyen knew, but he was only here for the ring.

The doyen had instructed him that it would be in a vault that was hidden behind a tapestry of a man in battle with a dragon. He now stood before it and quitley moved it to the side. The door to the vault was in front of him. there was a lever and a dial to enter a combination, he paid good money to protect his goods. Charon froze when he realized that it was already open, all that money in protection wasnt any good if he didnt lock the damned thing. He pulled the door open and a small fortune in gold, jewls and other precious things was in front of him, only the ring. He stepped into the vault looking for it, many of the jewels and rare artifacts were on pedestals. He finally spoted it. It was a ring blacker than ebony with a blood red ruby crested at the top. He reached out to take it.....

His eyes slowly opened to a cold dank dungeon. He was chained to a wall and stripped of his armour. all he had on his person were his dark pants he wore under his armour. His hole body was stiff and fire seemed to pulse through his veins. He was thirsty, very thirsty. The faint glow of candle light started to come into to the room. He could just make out the small cell he was in, bars separated him from a main room where the light was coming from.

The candle finally came into view, it seemed brighter than the sun for some reason. He could just make out a finely clothed man behind the candle, he was an older gentlman and really looked to be the least threatening man he had ever seen. Charon heard a cough and saw some movement behind him but couldnt make it out, the light hurt his eyes so much.

Ah, I see you are awake. He had a very calm and trusting voice, like you would think of an kind elderly scolar or maybe even a grandparent.

Charon found that trying to speak sent pain through his throat, it was impossible.

Having trouble speaking I see, well that is the price you will pay for coming into my home and trying to take what is mine. I would have thought that the Thieves Guild would have given up by now, being that I have three of their thieves that came before you.

Let me go? Please? A weak and weary voice in the shadows called out.

Did they tell you of the others? Charon nodded. I see, so you must have been their last effort to take my precious Blood Ring. Well as you can see, he held his hand out, I am very fond of it.

Please let me go? I'll never steal again I swear upon the eight.

Now your probably wondering when you'll be free? Charon already knew the answer. Never, I will keep you hear untill i have no further use for you.

Please I have a wife and child on the way. Just let me go and you'll never see me again.

Exuse me. He turned to where the voice was coming from. A man chain to the ceiling by his hands appeared. His toes could just barely touch the ground, his arms looked to be pulled from their sockets. He was shivering from the cold and the pain, if he could even feel either any more was something he didn't know.

Please let me go sire, I beg of you.

Your noisy pvssyring has frayed my nerves long enough, I can hear you upstairs in my bed chamber all day and night calling for rescue. Charon looked up to the stone ceiling, he must have been underground and he doubted that the mans voice could penetrate the stone or echo enough to make it upstairs.

The old gentleman slowly shook his head, It's a shame really I came to enjoy your taste.

He smiled, and then opened his mouth revealing two sharp fanges and bit the man in the throat. The man struggled, but grew weaker and weaker, and finally stopped moving all together. The gentleman pulled back, blood smeared around his mouth. He wiped it with his hand and then liked the blood from it.

Blood is a wonderous thing, it really is. Each person has their own unique flavour. Yours is extremely unique... Charon i think your name is. You see I am ancient, and have aquired the ability to see memories through ones blood. Shame about your parents, but I do find it ironical that you too find your fate exactly where it ended all those years ago.

Charon finally mustered up the strength to speak.

Monster, was all he could manage.

The gentleman grinned. Oh you shall see what a true monster is soon enou...... He paused and began sniffing the air and then chuckled.

Were you expecting company?

Charon thought he saw a shadow move, but it must have been his imagination...

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My God!

Who are you?

I was a guard at our prison in the Reach, My God!

Well then, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to guard the prisoners?

That's just it my God! The prisoners are gone!

Gone? You mean the Dragon and the Knight escaped?

Not exactly. By the time we arrived in the dragon's cell, it was dead, and the Knight was gone. But I doubt he made it far. The temperatures in that region are cold enough to freeze a man to death in a matter of hours.

Do not doubt him. The gods are on his side. He's alive, know it. Dispatch a rider. We must warn Quirinus.

Right away, My God!

*I peered into the open vault. Jewels, gold, silver, ornamental weapons...they had it all in here. The best items seemed to be on pedestals and one seemed to be hiding right at the back.
It was a strange looking ring. The ring was a deep black with a curved ruby gem at its top. Was this the ring Charon had gone to find?*
*A ferverish heat surged through my arm. I opened my hand, finding the strange item again.*
I suppose your gems are a different colour now too, huh?
*I held it up close and examined it. One of the gems had turned milky white.*
Why, hello there. Very nice of you to drop by.
*I yelped in surprised, dropping the item on the floor. The voice seemed to sigh inside my ears.*
Now now, no need to treat ancient objects of mystical power like that. It decreases the second hand value, you know.
*This voice seemed to be quite mad*. Are you...Sheogorath?
Pfft, I wish. Then I'd probably be able to get myself out of here. My name's Raize, by the way. You may have heard of me.
Not really.
Aww, that's disappointing. You know what they say about fame...anyway, that's not the point. I'm the current carrier of Sithis' soul, and I'm stuck in that ring over there.

...were you one of the thieves that didn't return?
Yes indeedy, young lady. Now, I'd best warn you not to touch the ring. Nasty things tend to happen when you do. Even if they are a little kinky.
What?
Nevermind. I don't really have much time 'till he figures out who's sending out this message to you, so listen well and listen good. I need you to take your strange looking object over there and press it on top of the ring.
What will happen then?
If I'm honest, I've got absolutely no clue. Hopefully, it'll free us from that bloody ring. And I mean that in the most literal sense, it's a blood gem.
A hand appeared from behind Faire, covering her mouth.
Shh, it's Veronica. What are you doing here? *Veronica glanced around the vault*. And more importantly, who were you talking to?
Just tell her the ghost of New Life Festival's past. Oooo.
*I ignored him*. I was talking to...Raize. He's in my head.

*Veronica's eyebrows shot up*. The Raize?
It sure is nice that someone's heard of me around here.
Shut up, Raize. Look Veronica, I don't know if you've noticed, but this place is deserted. Raize thinks something's up with the ring.
Yeah, I'm in it.
He's in it.
Raize, is Charon in there?
The assassin? Yes, he's here. He's seen better days though.
Raize says Charon's trapped in there too. Raize said that I needed to touch the strange item to the ring and that would let the thieves go.
I'm not sure that's the best idea, kid. Do you even know this is really Raize? It could be an enemy in your head telling you what to do.
Do be a good girl and ignore the sensible one. I haven't got all day you know. And neither does he.
*An image flashed in my head. Charon was bound in a dark room with a pale man advancing on him*. Ok, Veronica. *I quickly run over, picking up the item and touching it to the blood gem.*

An ear splitting scream echoed in the castle, making Faire and Veronica cover their ears. The ground itself seemed to shake from the scream.
We seem to be experiencing some minor turbulence. Be back in a jiffy.
The blood gem in the ring shattered. A dark haze erupted from the pieces, forming four figures. Two of them were thieves, lying dead on the floor from blood loss. The other two were Charon, the assassin, and Raize. For some reason, Raize was completely naked. Charon was trying to keep balance, while Raize had already fallen over. Finally, the earthquake stopped.
Wow.
*Veronica respectfully turned the other way.*
Well, this isn't so ideal. *He looked behind him, seeing his clothes and other equipment in a small pile.* Oh. Best be getting changed.
Veronica reached around, turning Faire the opposite direction.
Ok, we're ready.

*I turned back around. Charon was busy brushing himself down, and Raize was admiring himself in a nearby golden mirror encrusted with jewels. He was wearing a black coat and leggings, black boots and a strange looking hat on his head.
Well, that's better now isn't it. I suppose you'll be wanting an explanation on what just happened? It's quite simple really. That funny looking thing you touched the ring with is a Nightmare Covenant. When you pressed it against the jewel, the 'ol vampire in their experienced some rather severe nightmares. So severe that they caused him to explode, in fact. Messy.
*I looked at Charon questioningly. He had a wild look in his eye*.
Oh, I never asked for your name, did I girl? My deepest apologies. What is your name?
It's-
-Faire, and that's the least of our worries. This place is now infested with ancient guards. They must have also been released from the ring. We've got to go, now.
*Raize was staring in shock at Faire.*
[color="#0000FF"]*Charon shook himself*. I couldn't agree more, Veronica. Let's go.

They turned the corner into an ambush. Twenty skeleton guards stood waiting for them, weapons drawn.

Never a dull moment, huh?

The group lept into combat, working as a team and weeding out the weakest of the guards and ganging up on the strongest. Soon only a single one remained. Seeing itself unmatched, it turned and ran.

We can't let it escape, it'll come back with even more reinforcements!

Well then, what are we waiting for?

The group broke into a sprint down the hall, chasing after the brief glimpses of the guard they saw when it turned the corners. Raize moved up close to Faire, dumbstruck.

Is your name really Faire?

Yeah, what does it mean to you?

You mean you've never heard of me?

I've already told you, no.

Well, I'm y-

Up Ahead! Through those doors, into the main courtyard!

Charon barreled through the door, breaking it off its hinges, the rest of the group followed him through, but they all stopped at the sight in front of them. A massive army, numbering in the hundreds, of the skeleton guards stood facing them, slowly marching towards them. The remains of the door flew up and resealed, a magical glyph signifying that they were not going to open again. The group drew their weapons for a battle they all knew they could not win.

Soul, or whoever wants to can show them fighting the battle, but they cannot win. Quirinus will arrive and save them, thus setting the trap. I'll leave that for Gaius to write. There is a bit of a Star Wars vibe to the scene I just wrote.

The adventurers were encircled by the skeletons. There was nowhere to run.
Oh come on. I did not just get let out of a bloody -in the strictly literal sense- ring just so I could get mutilated by skeletons in extremely nasty ways.
Can't we just...fight it out?
Or maybe, we could talk it out diplomatically. Like gentleman. *Raize walked towards the nearest skeleton. It swung blankly at him with a warhammer, but Raize sidestepped it easily.*
Perhaps I could interest you in a health plan, by any chance? I mean, you could really use one in your condition. *He chopped the skeleton's hands off, letting the warhammer fall to the ground. The other skeletons were still advancing.* Or maybe not. You're in perhaps too bad a condition for the Official Thieves Guild Health Plan. Sorry. *He kicked the rest of the skeleton, watching as it fell to pieces*.
This is Raize? This is the legendary trickster? You've got to be kidding me.
He's just being Raize. It's unlikely he'll get hurt with those irritatingly fast reflexes of his. Okay, I'll take the left side, Veronica takes the right side, and Faire...you go help Raize with whatever he's supposed to be doing in the middle.

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*Charon looked at the skeletons before him. They were surprisingly organised for the undead. Is there a commander of some sort?*
A screeching sound erupted from the middle of Charon's crowd. One undead stood adorned in steel armour and a shield, carrying what looked like an enchanted sword.
Looks like I've got my target. *Charon charged head on into the crowd, berserker style, chopping left and right with Goldbrand, leaving the smell of charred bone in the air.*
DO YOU CHALLENGE ME, LOW ONE?
*He finally reached the leader. He stood at least a foot taller than everyone else, and his speech sounded like bone scraping against bone.* Pretty much.
The leader laughed and swung his great claymore sword in a downward arc. Charon parried, carrying the sword away from his torso and quickly stabbing straight through the leader's chestplate. Sparks flew as Goldbrand burned the leader back to death. Charon pulled Goldbrand back out of the undead.
Next?


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*I finally reached Raize, who seemed to be right in the middle of the skeletal crowd. Talking to them, apparently.*
...and then the barman said, "What is this, some kind of joke?" *He looked round at the four skeletons surrounding him, who were missing their arms and head.* Man, you guys have no sense of humour.
*I performed a sliding tackle, stopping right by Raize.* Are you mad, Raize?
Maaaybe. Or perhaps this is just a coping mechanism I have for dealing with extreme shock. I mean, getting trapped in a blood gem, being released from a blood gem, meeting my daughter...shocking stuff.
*I was busy trying to keep the skeletons clear from Raize. It wasn't too hard, since they were so slow. Wait...* Who?
My daughter. You know...blonde hair, medium height, currently wearing some snazzy leather armour...ring any bells?
...Oh.
No worries Faire, I'll take over. You can go into the little circle of shock I've set up in the centre here. It's quite nice, actually. *Raize began to fight the skeletons back, using his usual fighting style. On one skeleton, he pulled the skull clean off, attached it to the end of his dagger and using it as a mace.*
My mother and father are in Freen.
Oh dear, that means I've got to deliver two lots of bad news. A. You're adopted. Your real mother disappeared, and I'm your father.
*I was having trouble swallowing this information*. And what's B?
Freen doesn't exist anymore, kiddo. It got burned to the ground and everyone in it was killed in a dragon attack. Except you, evidently.

*Confused memories began to flood into my head. Questions resurfaced. Why did I start this adventure? What happened on that day?*
*I'd forgotten somehow. I'd forgotten it all. And now I remembered. Tears began to fall down my face*.
I don't want to remember.
You must, Faire. Use the past to power the present. Remember, and find strength in it.
Wise words, for a thief.
I think I found that in an Eleswyr future cookie once. You ready?
*I lifted my face up. The tears were gone, and my eyes burned in the strongest inferno.*
*Raize nodded*. Best get fighting, Firebringer.
*With a warcry, I charged into the fray, my swords gaining a fierce red flame*.

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I guess I could do Veronica, but I'm running out of steam a little here. I'd prefer it if Charon would do Veronica's fighting scene.

Veronica slowly walked into the crowd of skeletons, each one slowly backed away from her, she wore her face of battle. It was a face that she had developed after years of torture and abuse, it showed defiance, it showed strength, it showed anyone who looked into it their untimely death. She wore it in battle, as a sign to all who looked upon it that she was death incarnate.

They began to encircle her, they began to pack in upon one another the closest ones to her readying their weapons. Her hand slowly drifter to the handle of her great sword. Quickly she griped it and pulled it from its strap, and in a wide arc tore the first two rows of skeletons around her in half. She then rested it spine of the blade on her shoulder looking around. The jaw of one of the skeletons still standing near by fell to the ground. She smiled and then charged it.

Her blade swung in great arcs taking out multiple enemies at once. She flipped through the air landing in another crowd of them and began the same process again.

It wasnt long before the skeletons were thinning out, many of them were beginning to flee, it looked as if they one the battle. An ear splitting roar erupted through the air, Fair covered her ears, the others flinched. Just then a dark thing fell from the sky landing in the open court yard. It was a dragon, but not any dragon, it was a bone dragon. Like the fallen skeletons that littered the ground it too was bones. It held its head high and let loose another roar that shook the ground like an earthquake. The shaking finally stopped but the bones on the ground still rattled, and then started to move, and then reforming all the fallen dead warriors. The four adventurers regrouped.

Ever felt like that everything you'd been working towards was just destroyed by an unkind fate and thrown in your face?

Everyone nodded in agreement

Yeah, thats what Im feeling too.

I guess we wait for Gaius. Unless you'd like me to do it or something.

Amiel must be stopped. You and your knights must follow him. He is dangerous, and threatens the plan.

Yes, my master. Amiel shall not last the night.

Quirinus and his knights ventured out into the snowstorm, following the still warm trail of their quarry.

Amiel watched, wrapped in his cloak as the battle raged in front of him. He could not act, not until Quirinus arrived. The trail hed left would lure the crusader in and he would have no choice but to help. Any minute now, Quirinus would arrive. And then things would get interesting.

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The trail led to a massive mansion. Quirinus led his knights in the already open door. In front of them was an unbelievable sight. They were on a balcony overlooking a massive courtyard. Down below, he saw hundreds of skeleton soldiers and a skeleton dragon surrounding a small group of people. He easily picked out Charon and Raizein the group.

Men, we must get down there and secure the survivors. Belan, you go first. When the battle is over, we will seperate them, and you can prove your worthiness to our God.

Yes Sir.

Once we are done with this group, we will find Amiel. He is here. I know it.

First Belan, then all the other knights jumped lept off the balcony and landed silently in on the ground below. Quirinus drew his sword, and signaled for his men to charge.

Last chance for Gaius to write his battle scene, or I'll write it for him.

I have no time right now. I honestly have no energy to write a battle scene, I have so many projects and tests right now. All I ask is that if you want to do it, make sure that Quirinus is presented in a similar way to how he was in Amulet, and that Belan is not a all powerful warrior. I am sorry, but classes are kicking my a** right now.

Okay. I'll do it tomorrow though as I'm too tired to at the moment. Hope classes get better for you.

So, I take it by the silence on the RP that everyone loves Skyrim?

Well, I guess this means we will need to rewrite a little bit of lore concerning our series, huh. Or, at least, get on the same page regarding it.

So, how was your Skyrim experience so far?

Like an awesomeness sandwich filled with more awesomeness.
In all seriousness, I'm really enjoying my playing time with Raize. It's interesting, as this is almost an "alternate universe" version of him, since his Amulet of Daedra's Call appearance is my canon vision of him. His Skyrim likeness is a little different, as he never met anyone from the Amulet of Daedra's Call. He's currently married to Ysolda, but I don't think the marriage will last.

I certainly agree with getting the lore of the thread to match the lore of the game, but perhaps we should decide on what time period this is actually set in. I'm guessing before the dragonborn appeared because Amiel created him by killing the dragon, but then there are dragons around and there really shouldn't be. How are we going to reconcile it?
What we could do is that, after the main plot of Dreams of the Fire is finished, everyone forgot about what happened, so people still thought that the dragons hadn't been seen in Skyrim for ages. Only the main characters of Dreams of the Fire remembered what actually happened.

Thoughts?

Honestly, I think that we can still have out characters be in the same plot and not change that. It's just stuff like adding in the Aldmeri Dominion, and the rebellion in full swing. That sort of stuff...

We're going to have to work with Skyrim's lore though. As far as I know in Skyrim, dragons had not been seen before the Dragonborn is accidentally released by one during his/her execution. We have dragons attacking Windhelm, and Amiel created the Dragonborn through killing the dragon in where he was held and a Nord boy being left. Therefore, Dreams of the Fire must take place before the events of Skyrim. If that were the case, then the rebellion would not quite be in full swing, but there is always the Aldmeri Dominion to think about I suppose. If anything, I'm guessing they'd be one of the enemies.

Yeah, they are the common enemies of all my characters, even Maximillian (who is really a Dark Elf at heart.

That words though.

Maybe a Dragon Break happened that no one remembers?