The Moon and the Lily.
roleplay thread #1
If you want to discuss the role play or want to join please do so in this thread: http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1406441-the-moon-and-the-lily-sign-upooc-2/

The civil war has end, the imperials driven out of the north and Skyrim remains a land of independent kingdoms who barely talk to each other, the dream of a united land and under a single high king is a long forgotten fairytale. Few dragons still roam but most are driven out by different knightly orders of dragon hunters
Three years have pasted since the great showdown in the woods of Falkreath.
The wolf-pack barely holding together after the loss of several high influenced members now turns their attention towards the remaining wolfs for new leadership.
While on the other side of the past conflict is the old and tired Markus Liberty, only remaining member of the Order of the Lily, trying hard to establish a new chapel and guild of Dibella in the city of Solitude.
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Welcome to the first thread in the second chapter of our roleplay, there are a few guidelines i would like to mention:
1. if you are going to say something outside of the roleplay then please do it by writing OOC before the comment
OOC = out of character.
But we still prefer that you write it in the sign up/OOC thread
2. this is a freestyle roleplay, that means we have no set storyline to follow, our characters do as they please, but we still need to avoid multiple separate storyline's going on in the same thread so we should always try and include each other in whatever our characters are doing.
3. Don’t be afraid of being hostile towards each others, conflict is always fun.
4. If you want one of the other members characters to do something specific towards your character, then take it up with them in the OOC thread or throughout PM's
I also recommend everyone check out the pined thread called “so you think you can roleplay” there’s a lot of good advised there on how to make an interesting character

**Catching up to Ra, Fjolfr stops for a moment to catch his breath. This damned sunlight was getting to him; barely a minute of running and he was taking bigger gulps of air than a snoring horker. He wasn't expecting to have the feeling of tiredness go away anytime soon either, the sunlight meant his energy and magicka replenished very slowly. Once he feels his respiration will allow him to speak again, he pauses for a moment to choose his words carefully. He whistles a tune and shades his eyes with his palm while he pretends to look at something in a distant tree. He walks beside the cat for a minute or so like this, before speaking.

Lovely day isn't it? The sun doesn't seem as bright today, the birds are chirping, there's a light breeze ruffling the foliage and there appears to be a sabrecat brutally mauling a deer near that cave entrance over there... Listen young miss, I think we got off on the wrong foot... how much of that is actually my fault is up for debate. Anyway, the point is that if we're all going to be traveling together (and mind you that's an awful lot what it seems like at the moment), then there's no point in going at each others' throats... So what do you say? Up for a friendly chat? I for one would love to hear about how such a poor shot acquired such a fine bow. **He smiles to let the other know he's only joking.** So, unless I'm intruding on your privacy, I would love to hear more about your past, and if you're interested I could tell you a bit about mine... Oh and don't worry if it's a bit... grizzly, I'm sure I've heard worse. Unless you'd rather not revisit it and in that case we could talk about something else... are politics your thing? Perhaps discussing combat prowess?...

**He trails off as he waits for a reply from the other.**

Bows slightly "Forgive my impertinence, my name is Ra'Khacharr. Former Knight, Vampire and wolf pack sister. Now I'm an executioner to an interesting sort of people....You ask who I was, I expect the favor to be returned sometime."

...

Looks at Fjolfr "If you don't mind hunting down other vampires, feral wolves and saving the occasional bystander you can tag along at your leisure." *Shrugs* "I could stand to make new friends." *Grins* "My marksmanship is better than you think my friend, as for my bow...its The Black Huntsman's Bow. Comes from an old tale, story of a daedra named Samiel the Black Huntsman who granted a hunter 7 arrows, 6 arrows would fly and hit whatever the hunter wished but the 7th...the 7th was controlled by Samiel. Long story short the hunter used his six arrows to win a hunting contest, his 7th and final arrow flew and killed his wife. Thinking he did this on purpose the people of the town ran the hunter away whereupon he found a cave of dancers and danced to death, the hunters body thrown into a ravine of the wolves and his soul taken by Samiel...This bow has taken many lives just like Samiel, crafted and named by myself, only thing I have from home besides my earrings." *looks a little downcast* "Though my blades, Fenrir's Fang and The Black Huntsman's Dagger, have taken more personal lives...but....that is to be discussed at another time."

...

"My past isn't terribly long but it is a sad story...something you'd hear from a story book, a book that hasn't ended yet. Born in Elsweyr my parents taught me many things, my most treasured are my skills. My mother believed that you could win a fight without picking up a blade or using a spell simply through words. My father taught me the ways of hunting and combat. After many years of honing my skills I believed it was my time to leave, bidding goodbye to my friends and family I left to travel. One thing that caught my attention was hearing of a war, one that would become known as the Great War. My parents never truly believed the elves, following their words I joined the Legion. After many years of proving my worth I became Captain, leader of an...interesting group called Battalion 4. We were specialized in small scale raids and general destruction to the opposing forces." *laughs* "we were certainly good at our job...."

*solemn*

"unfortunately we couldn't reach the Imperial City quick enough...the treaty was signed and we lost. Ending my service I went back to drifting, sending my uniform home letting them know I was fine. Eventually I stumbled upon a vampire/werewolf hunting society called the Knights of Silver Feathers" *rubs the insignia on her gauntlets* "we had similar goals to the Vigilants except we let the 'good ones' live. If they weren't massacring people and property we left them alone in peace. Of course my....actions caught wind of an Ancient Master vampire...now that I think of it more than likely it was a vampire Lord...anyways he sent a team that eventually found and overpowered me. I was taken to his castle, there I was 'judged' and guilty of the crime of murdering my betters. I was turned that night by the use of Calm and Paralyze. He gave me to the vampires that captured me, I eventually got away. Time passed...I was found by my sister and her friends, they celebrated my finding but unfortunately for them I hadn't drank for days...I ran and kept running after....I went back to give a proper burial but they already changed and left. I grabbed my old uniform that they carried and found my way into Skyrim. Things happened, I met people and brothers, dropped my curse and gained Lycanthropy. Then the war started...but that is for another day, we've arrived to Falkreath"

Looks at Jolvar

"Ready to meet your favorite innkeeper again?"

*slowly moves out of the cave, feeling light headed and sick, wanting to complain like a child in the heat with nothing to drink, stumbles a few yards.....than gives up and makes his way back to the cave*

The Great War... that was some time ago wasn't it? Forgive me but I don't pay much attention to mortal affairs. At any rate, you're older than you look aren't you? **Chuckles** You know, I wonder whether it was the same vampire who turned you and Lunar **picks up a small herb to smell it** Strange to see Nightshade here, I was under the impression it didn't grow in Falkreath. As for tagging along, why I'd love to, I've been bored to life these last couple of months. **grins** I don't have any qualms about killing werewolves, feral or not **pauses to look at Ra'Khacharr** and if one thinks a vampire is reluctant to kill a fellow vampire, then that person doesn't know much about my kind. Although I must admit, I haven't much experience with saving innocent bystanders, however, if you need any innocent female bystanders svcked dry of blood, I'd occasionally be happy to oblige. **Looks at Ra in a way that doesn't fully explain whether he's joking or not.**

**stares off into the distance and waits for a few seconds before talking again**

You know... I would envy you for having cured yourself, had you not traded it for lycantrophy which is such a... base condition. There are many things... unpleasant things about being a vampire. There was a time when I would have taken the cure in the blink of an eye, but not anymore. Now... now there is something, or rather someone which keeps me from it. Anyway, I suppose now you'll want me to share my story. I must warn you, I may have lived longer than any of you but it's rather tedious, my daily routine has been a repetitive one for the last few decades or so.

"Lycanthropy lets you age well before you age well. As for the herbs...yes I've noticed an increase but it isn't much of a matter as they make excellent spices so long as you know how to use them." *Grins* "Hehe, I have no qualms about killing vampires either. I knew you wouldn't mind killing your own just a formality, people these days can start having the tendency to being squeamish. So long as you don't give them a horrible fate and so long as they are degenerates of no importance then fine. I've killed many bandits, marauders and other unlikables that happen to venture in my path when I couldn't suppress my nature, even then."

*Looks at Fjolfr staring*

"I didn't know it would cure me of my curse, it was the first time in a long time that I found 'friends'. The Companions were good people and fine hunters, but it was the wolves of Solstheim who gave me a better gift than the Companion's. Now I face changing every full moon in exchange for being weak. After receiving true blood from them I'm stronger than before, I would be more vicious but years of teaching myself restraint eased that. I have lived many years but so few of them were with friends, after certain events took place I have yet to find solace. I am not afraid keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, walking alone is all I ever knew and is all I'll ever do."

ah so her name is Ra'Khacharr hmm Ra' from the journal hey heyyyyyy miss did you read the journal by the way (as he follow the company)

*Turns to Jolvar* "I'd suggest you present the innkeeper the meat so she doesn't think we did it." *Turns to A'yin* "You know my name so use it... only my friends call me Ra'....have you meet someone by the name of Avon. Dark elf, werewolf, lived in Windhelm...know him?"

Companions eh? I remember when I was a young boy, they impressed me quite a bit. I remember when my father took me to Whiterun to get my first sword, made at the Skyforge. I was totally awestruck by the impressive-looking men and women who I so badly aspired to be like... when one of them handed me my sword and patted me on the head I was struck dumb, couldn't even say thank you for a while. **He laughs at the memory** "That boy will make a fine swordsman." one of them said, laughing. Turns out he was right. I was more than a fine swordsman, I was... particularly gifted at wielding a blade, I could beat any of my mentors by 17 years of age and my father had to send for Cyrodillic masters to help me further develop my skills. Not that he was mad about it... he was always proud of me, and my brother, Gunther. I was the soldier and he the tactician. **He smiles warmly, remembering his brother.** Of course as I grew my opinion of the Companions changed, I realized they were a bunch of ruffians who bullied helpless peasants for money and whose battle prowess was mediocre at best **he blushes as he realizes he's speaking to a former Companion** sorry... I... I didn't mean it like that. At any rate, I had my sights set on being a Knight of Arkay! Would you believe it?! Me, the vampire, serving an order dedicated to rooting out undead. **He laughs a bitter, cynical laugh** You know something? I would trade everything in a second to be a Knight of Arkay, well... everything except... her.

**He falters for a second, as if remembering something painful.**

Of course you will have figured out the Divines had other plans for me (as I'm standing in front of you, and my eyes are shining instead of my armor). You see my father had made me the militia captain of one of his villages, my family was rather influential back then and we had considerable lands around Whiterun Hold. I served there for about a year, training the peasants and recruiting a levy. One day, a half-crazed man ran into the guard house. He was pale as death and we had to put several jugs of wine into him before he did anything. Then he cried, (an cry he did). Between the fearful sobs we understood that "they" had taken his wife to a cave which is now days called Broken Fang. We assumed that it was just a group of bandits and that the man was scared because after all, he was a farmer; a life of growing cabbages and milking cows doesn't prepare you for facing a 7 feet tall orcish ruffian in heavy armor. Anyway, we set out despite the fact that it was almost night, figured we'd rescue the poor woman before EVERY bandit had his way with her. I took ten men-at-arms, I left the other ten at the village in case the bandits had friends hiding in the hills. The men were cheerful, singing and laughing, eager and excited at the prospect of teaching these bandits, who made life for country folk so difficult, a lesson. I however was... apprehensive and through the whole journey there was doubt gnawing at the back of my mind, but like a fool I ignored it **stops for a second and the warm smile appears on his lips** bet Gunther would have told me not to go... but I digress, we reached the cave by midnight and it was obvious that these were no bandits. The stench was abhorrent even from several meters away and the entrance was surrounded by human bones and blood. Whatever was in there, it was obvious the poor woman was dead, but we couldn't leave, we had to destroy whatever evil dwelt within.

**A blank look appears on his face and his eyes almost (but not quite) well with tears.**

We charged in, yelling and screaming, waving our weapons in the air, when we saw "them". They were already strange creatures; they looked like normal folk, there were two Nords, a Dunmer, an Orc and either a Bosmer or Altmer (I can never tell the difference). But they were somehow different... their skin was pale, their faces gaunt and skull-like and their eyes red as hot embers. They were hunched over some poor fellow, who seemed to be in a trance and moaned as if in pain. Our charge surprised them, that was for sure, and they whipped around, their strange faces contorted in shock and aggression, like wild beasts, interrupted at a meal, ready to strike or flee at any moment. But seeing our small party of mortals, their faces quickly took on a different look... one of wicked joy, and anticipation of a meal to come, once again I must compare them to wild animals except this time around they looked like starved ones who finally cornered a deer and were savoring the meal before them. They drew their weapons with lightning speed and charged with the fury of a drunk Nord. Many summoned atronachs or raised the dessicated corpses which littered the cave and my men and I were soon outnumbered as well as outmatched. Needless to say, they didn't last long and soon I was standing alone, with my back to a wall, surrounded by these horrid beasts... vampires as I had figured out by then. **chuckles** I think I killed two... no, three; one of the Nords, the Dunmer and the Orc. Then out of the most wretched bowels of that place HE emerged. He was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. At the same time he had the terrifying, evil and otherworldly aura of a Daedra, but was as glorious as the most noble of kings, and seemed to glow with a dark light. His body seemed like a horrible contrition of man and bat, but at the same time had Adonis-like beauty... his face so horrible yet so amazing. All I could do was... stare at this being before me. My hand lost it's grip on my sword and I dropped to my knees, oblivious of the wild faces grinning down at me, only concerned with admiring HIM. He looked down at me, and said he was impressed wit my skill. The first thought that ran through my mind was what could I... a wretched worm like ME have done to impress this magnificent figure? He said he needed someone like me and offered me his blood, along with powers like his. At the time, my mind was clouded (as you can imagine) and I accepted without a second thought... I wished to be like him, so others could bask in my glory and power.

**The painful expression returns to Fjolfr's eyes as he remembers his Turning.**

The rest is rather straightforward. That man, you now know was Lord Harkon, a powerful Vampire and for a hundred years (give or take a month) I served loyally as his bodyguard. I had power, power and respect, but it wasn't good. I never felt alive. I felt as if it were all some strange, never-ending dream, neither good or bad. There was nothing positive nor negative about my existence, I just WAS (well unless you count svcking the life out of hundreds of innocent people as negative). Then she came and things changed... she's Harkon's daughter that's all I shall tell you of her. She made me feel alive and in retrospect, I suspect my sudden vacation order has to do with my advances towards her. **He grins widely** Of course, you must understand what bothers Harkon aren't my advances towards her, it's that the lass quite enjoys my company. Anyway... that's all there is to it, it's neither a sob story neither is it one of adventure or brave deeds but I hope I didn't bore you TOO much, you mortals are very impatient after all. **he smiles bitterly**

Ra' hmm so he made friends i see thats good then
ah he was my brother Avon is gone now..... (showing a slight smirk on his face) (yet hiding the pain he feels deep inside)