Character Updates #5 : IV

» Sun Aug 05, 2012 7:37 am

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» Sun Aug 05, 2012 1:41 am

The last 3 updates, for continuity.

[Liz'erril]
Endorina visited each guild hall, to formally introduce the new Arch-mage to all guild mages and to discuss each hall's problems and policies with their leaders. During her visit of Mages Guild in Bravil Endorina was approached by Bravil castle court mage Fathis Aren: 'May I have a moment of your time, Arch-mage?' He seemed rather worried. 'I've been trying to contact Arch-mage Traven for quite some time, but my messages of alarm seem to have been ignored, apparently his crusade against Necromancy took all his time and attention.' Endorina's face expression looked enigmatic, so Aren hastily added: 'I mean no disrespect to Arch-mage Traven, seeing how he sacrificed his life and his very soul for the guild.'

'What message have you been trying to deliver to the University?' Endorina helped Aren to get to the point. 'A strange activity has been spotted in Niben Bay, most likely of Daedric origin. A portal or gate of sorts, but it doesn't look anything like Oblivion gates that dotted Tamriel during the recent crisis. No hostile daedric creatures have been spotted near the portal yet either, but its presence is very alarming nonetheless.' Fathis Aren knows Niben Bay like you'd think he's an Argonian, and a report about suspicious Daedric activities from a celebrated conjurer like Aren must be taken seriously and given top priority. 'I've been actually preparing to investigate the anomaly myself even without the mandate of Arcane University, as I have responsibility to the county's safety, but I feared expulsion from Mages Guild.' Endorina thanked Fathis, and assured him that she'll take the matter in her hands immediately.

A new - and different - Oblivion gate? Again?! A new Oblivion Crisis, or Mehrunes Dagon has a plan B? Endorina rushed back to Arcane University, informed Raminus Polus that she's going to investigate the strange activity in the Niben Bay, left the guild in his care. After some quick preparations, a fruitless visit to Mystic Archives and a good sleep, the Champion traveld back to Bravil, and Fathis Aren guided her to the site in question - a tiny island covered with strange plants and emitting bright violet-blue light. She thanked Fathis once again and sent him back to his duties, then walked into the blue light.

[Phon]
Vilja slept fitfully.
Outside the inn the Bruma weather did it's best to reflect her mood; the bitter wind roamed mournful and chill between the darkly shuttered shops and houses and from a lowering sky snow fell in a seeming unending curtain.

Another night spent tossing and turning in bed, now staring at the timbered ceiling lit in flickering yellows from a guttering candle; now curled on her side eyes tight shut, willing sleep to come but wishing it would stay it's hand and keep back the dreams of loss and grief she felt for...
...her.

Months it had been now, and unable to move on Vilja had remained in Bruma. Cutting a sad figure at first she roamed the countryside around searching for Niamh, calling for her. She must have looked under every bush and stone, in every nook and cranny.
But there was nothing.
With time her searches became less ordered, less thorough and less extensive until eventually they simply stopped.

She remained in the inn then. The innkeeper let her stay and even stopped asking for the rent for her room. Waves of despair radiated from her, her eyes once silvery and mysterious were dull now and rimmed with red and moist with tears.
She never spoke, and latterly seldom left her room. The innkeeper's wife had taken to leaving Vilja's meals outside the door but they were seldom touched.

And so increasingly she became remote from the world in an ever-tightening bubble of loss, that sealed her off from the light and the sun and the joy of life that she once had. Slowly it was choking her, and she welcomed it.

--

There was the faintest of sounds...
...Vilja's eyes snapped open, but she lay perfectly still in her bed, her ears straining against the sound of the wind outside and the occasional rattling of the window.
Nothing.
...No. Almost at the limit of her hearing...

Very slowly, she turned her head and looked up.
A patch of darkness, darker than the corner in which it stood, just across from the bed.
For a moment time stopped, it seemed.
Then a voice came.

"Vilja."

[Solitudian]
After a few days in Bruma, Eleanor returned to Chorrol - with a few bottles of mead, courtesy of Olav! Those bottles are now safely in the 'pantry' of her Chorrol abode. The trip home didn't last long, however - Eleanor soon decided it was time for a trip to the Shivering Isles. She left Vilja at home, and Fergus had decided to visit their new Skingrad Manor (since, as he said to Eleanor, "I can't believe you bought this house! It's amazing!").

Unfortunately, things didn't go according to plan on the journey to Bravil. Just outside the ruin of Vindasel, an all-out war had erupted: the Countess of Leyawiin, a conjurer, a frost atronach, a flame atronach, a mountain lion and a boar were engaged in a violent battle. Despite Eleanor's best efforts, the Countess was rendered unconcious. Fortunately she was soon up and about again, and thanked Eleanor with an invitation to dinner at Castle Leyawiin the following evening. Eleanor accepted, somewhat disappointed at the thought of postponing her trip to her Realm.

Dinner was an odd affair as well - much to the Madgod's delight! Count Caro somehow managed to climb up onto On-Staya Sundew's head as she took her seat at the table. The Countess didn't seem to mind, and began conversing with a servant who was crossing through the room. The Count did some sort of an odd dance as he climbed down (he seemed to get stuck in the jumping animation for a few seconds) and then pvssyd with the poor Argonian he'd just been standing on. Is dinner in Castle Leyawiin always like this? Or did the visiting Prince of Madness have an influence?

After staying the night in the Three Sisters inn, Eleanor headed for the Doorway. She's currently in the Museum of Oddities, admiring the Gatekeeper's Arm.

» Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:30 pm

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Race: Imperial
Age: 23
Class: warrior
Birthsign: The Lady

The last thing Lucius remembers just before waking up in a prison cell is that he was having fun with a few friends and beautiful young ladies in a tavern near Cheydinhal.

After witnessing the Emperor's death and escaping the prison, he sold junk and bought equipment he needed and is now leaving the Imperial City en route to Weynon Priory, quite intimidated by what the Emperor told him about his destiny and the importance of his mission.

He feels both proud and quite ashamed at the life he was living as a young brat born in a rich family. He suspects that his past definitely belongs to the past, from now on.