[Courtney Foren]

OOC:YES, for once I got to set up the next thread. Uh, that is all XD.

Background (Real Life):
Since it seems that the Trapped in the Imperial City thread has reached its lasts gasps of life, I have officially decided to end it. However, the Trapped in Series continues in this newest incarnation. While it remains true to its roots of placing yourself in Tamriel and seeing how you survive, this particular RP takes it into a whole new direction; a Guild. As the topic description says this is a sequel of sorts to the "Trapped in the Imperial City" line of the RP, and therefore all members of that RP can move their characters from their to here. New members, however, are encouraged to join as well. Now then, lets see whats instore for ourselves.

Story:
It has been two years since the arrival of the people from Earth into the world of Tamriel. Through many trials and tribulations, from learning magic to fighting those vicious mudcrabs, the group has survived and even prospered. However, there has been no progress in finding a way home, and though things have gotten better for the group there are still many challenges to face. It is because of these challenges that those people from Earth have banded together to create a small guild; the Terra Guild located in the rebuilding city of Kvatch. Here those who have found themselves flung into Tamriel can gather to rest, learn from its members, trade, and train themselves.

The guild also offers a sanctuary for Earth culture, though rules are very strict when it comes to the release of this culture to Tamriel. While the guild does perform the occasional Shakespearean play and write some books based on Earth cultures throughout time, the advanced technology of Earth stays within the confines of the building the guild has bought for its use.

The guild also has one last purpose; the gathering of resources in order to find a way home. While many members have come to love Tamriel, just as many long for home. The goal of the guild is that eventually it would gain enough influence, money, and knowledge to reach the goal of returning home.

Guild Structure:
The guild is relatively simple in its structure. Unlike the other guilds of Tamriel with complex hiearchy, there are only two levels of hierarchy; Member and Counsel. This is because the guild has been designed into a very democratic system. The members vote on electing five or so members that act as a counsel, which is responsible for day to day operations and are free to divide the tasks up amongst themselves as they see fit. Major decisions, however, are made by a majority vote and include such things as letting in a non-Earth person into the guild, letting them know the truth behind the guild, and adopting a major mission.

Guild Rules:
The Guild only has five rules, though the first two are not publicaly stated:
1.DO NOT tell anyone we are from Earth unless majority votes that the person can be trusted.
2.DO NOT drastically advance Tamriel technology under any circumstances (no guns,computers,etc.).Personal use allowed.
3.DO NOT kill or severely injure another guild member.
4.DO NOT steal from another guild member.
5.DO NOT steal from the guild.

Breaking of any of these rules will result in expulsion of the member as well as notification of the authorities.

Roleplay Rules:
1.Be respectful to all your fellow RPers.
2.No powerplaying or god-modding, especially if you are and Earth Person (explained later).
3.No character control.
4.Be literate. That means use good grammar, post at least a paragraph,etc.
5.PM me all profiles for approval.
6.I am in charge, as well as any moderators I may appoint. What they say,goes. Only I can overrule them.
7.Have Fun!

Character Sheet:

Name:
Type: From Earth or Tamriel?
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Height:
Weight:

General Description (Body):
General Description (Clothing):

Personality:

Bio:

Equipment:

Factions: Feel free to part of more than just the Terra Guild Faction.

Spells:

Mission Board:
Mages Guild Investigation: We are currently under investigation by the Mages Guild. All members are to treat them with respect and dignity and to assist them in any way. Please make sure that all personal items and/or information is in order for the investigators.

Thread Summaries:
Thread I: The members of the Terran Guild wake up to another day of life in Tamriel. By the end, however, things have turned completely upside down. Savilius is now the Count of Kvatch, and the Mages Guild has launched an investigation into the workings of the guild. Also, more people from Earth have now reached or are heading towards Kvatch. All in all, things are going to be getting real complicated.

[Olga Xx]

Real Name: Frank C. IV
Name: Farlin Cacerin IV
Type: Earthling
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 120lbs

Skills: Moderate swordsman, mediocre bowman, powerful spellcaster, fast sprinter, unarmored combat, wilderness survival, first aid, decent horsemanship, knot-tying/lashing, orienteering.

General Description (Body): There is no proper way to describe my face, so this will have to do. http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p76/FC4888/Picture5.jpg, http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p76/FC4888/Picture3.jpg, and http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p76/FC4888/Picture.jpg. With a waist size of 26 1/2 inches and a hip of 27 1/2 inches, Farlin is quite the skinny man. Coupled with his height you get a long, lanky form. However, there is not an OUNCE of excess fat on his body, which means he is all lean -though somewhat weak- muscle. Faint, but still noticeable six pack of abs. Very hairy legs. His hair is a deep auburn red color, though often looks brown. Its red complexion only reveals at certain angles in the light. His eyes weird, with an outside ring of blue, a middle ring of thin yellow, and an inner ring of green around the pupil. From a distance most would just call it hazel. Bit of a big nose.
General Description (Clothing): A t-shirt. The color is bright gold, and it has the flour de louis over the words Troop 888. On the back is a thunder cloud with a bolt of lightning and 888 in the cloud. Dark forest green pants with a tear in the left knee, that are too long and bunch up at the bottom over black sneakers. A forest green belt with a gold-colored square buckle with the Scouting eagle upon it. My http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p76/FC4888/Picture8.jpg and my http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p76/FC4888/Picture6.jpg, which http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p76/FC4888/Picture7.jpg My glasses have no frame around the lenses.

Personality: A bit schizophrenic considering he can role play so many different personalities, and sometimes seems to change his own personalities and accents on a whim. Definitely accents. Loves swords, and such weaponry. Lots of outdoorsman knowledge, sarcasm, and often flirts without realizing it.

Bio: Ended up in Tamriel in the middle of a Boy Scout campout. Was taking a piss on a tree and suddenly the tree was an Argonian. Yeah, didn't go over well. Frank still has not changed his wardrobe, choosing to wear his scouting clothes often. His only other outfit he bought in Bravil. After joining the guild he became one of the librarians, keeping track of the books, some of which are his personal volumes. He aspires to be one of the Counsel, feeling he is natural to lead.

Equipment: Attached to the belt through a belt loop are two pouches. One holds a small square sharpening stone. The other holds a six inch long Maglite, a small red flash light whose top can be taken off and placed on the bottom of the flashlight as a base to stand the flashlight up like a candle. Clipped to the belt is a serrated edge http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p76/FC4888/Picture9.jpg, which is a folding lock-blade and about 2-3 inches long. In the pockets of the pants are a black leather wallet with photo ID and United States money. Also has a sports wrist watch that is water and shock proof,and large and black.

Equipment since he has been in Tamriel: Since joining the guild, he has saved up a lot of coin, and used it wisely. He now has an Oak shortbow, and 20 steel arrows. He has a silver saber now, and runs the small library in the guild that holds some of his books. When he is not wearing his scout outfit, he wears a hunter's vest and pants. He also has a wool black cloak.

Factions: Terra, Mage's Guild, Fighter's Guild

Spells: He can manage really any type of spell if he puts his mind to it, though on occasion he ends up botching the spell. Over the two years on Tamriel he has become an accomplished spellcaster, showing his true skill as a man of magic.

Samuel Ross went his separate way from Amelie and Ma'Dat after escorting them to Bravil, but promised to pay them a visit one day. Rumor has it he is in the area, and looking for work.

[Ice Fire]

Name: Arael Madeus
Type: Earthy
Age: 20
Gender: male
Race: Nord
Height: 6'7
Weight: 10st

General Description (Body): Two years ago, before he was transported to Mundus from Terra, he was athletic, healthy, and slightly above average height.. Now however those who knew him on earth would never recognize him, standing at 6'7 he towers above those around him, his toned body had become more muscular and broad, more like his Nordic brethren.. Thanks to Tamriels lack of main stream hair dressers however, his hair has grown down past his shoulder blades, giving him the look of a beast of a man at first glance.

A dark shadow of Stubble accents his strong jaw line, if it weren't for his calm blue inviting eyes, most people would rather cross the street than walk past him.


General Description (Clothing): Leather Boots, A set of huntsman leathers and a thick black travelling cloak complete with hood, he wears a pair of iron guntlets over a pair of black cotton gloves, which he uses to hide a tattoo spanning from his shoulder to his hand.

Personality: Although quick to fire up at people, most find him relaxed and witty.
Aggressive and untrusting at times with most people, but he will be quick to trust with certain people.
He takes a strict no crap policy with people who hold no respect for those around him.
Most people he has met since arriving in Tamriel have been shocked by his thirst for knowledge and ability to quickly learn

Bio: Since joining the ranks of the Mundus Populous he has learned much, the Nine; for unknown reasons, decided he would best suit being a Nord.

Arael remembers the day he woke up, covered in snow, with a large beast towering over him ready to strike; fear gripped him before quickly being replaced by shock and relief as a small hand axe flew through the air into the creatures head, looking around to see who his saviour was however, the fear quickly came back, as he watched a group of towering men walk towards him clad in leathers and furs, each one holding either a large double faced axe, or a war hammer with a head the size of a breeze block.

These men however took him in and gave him shelter in their small village, each one tried and failed to uncover Arael's mysterious past, in the end each gave up as a bad job and decided in unison that he'd simply fallen prey to amnesia.

It didn't take long for Arael to figure out where he was, the Nordic jokes about the Dunmiri and Altemer would have given it away on their own if Arael hadn't figured it out after taking a long look at the beast that attacked him, and then a long look at his reflection in a frozen lake.

The villagers where dumb struck when he had no apperent skill with any of their proffered weapons.
''But you're a Nord! It's not a case of remembering! You're born with a warriors instinct'' They would tell him when he downright refused to train with them.

He eventualy earned the respect of those whose company he kept after they witnessed first hand his fighting style, choosing his hands (often clad in iron gauntlets for a bit more brute force and impact) over conventional weapons, he would quickly bring an enemy to submision before finishing them, but rarely anything to dangerous.

A year passed in Mundus and Arael left the village, which was situated on the southern border of Skyrim; he travelled for a few months south towards Cyrodil, with a Dunmer by the name of Demeris who he'd met just north of the Valus mountains.

Both men where seperated in a bandit attack as they crossed the mountain pass towards Bruma, Demeris' fate is still unknown to Arael.

The journey was by no means any easier after entering Cyrodil, he faced situations where he barely escaped with his life; and situations which left the odd inept and inexperienced bandit with an extremely bruised ego.

Thanks to his poor navigational skills the journey it self took longer than it should have, but he eventually made it to the Imperial city, using the collosal tower as his own northern (or in this case, southern) star.

He found work as a night porter patrolling the parts of the city that the city watch found to disgusting to set foot in, often getting in scraps with drunken louts and brutish thugs before quickly stemming the violence where it started.



Equipment/inventor:

Iron Gauntlets, A steel mace and an Iron Helm

Also owns a set of white rosary beads from Earth, some Aviator sun glasses and a digital camera which has long since stopped working


Factions: As of yet undecided

Skills:
Proficient with Hand to hand combat, fair with a mace, his tracking and survival skills are fair thanks to what he learned from the hunters of the village, but he is by no means an expert .

[Rachell Katherine]

Name:Ji'shandi/Sean O'Callaghan
Type: Terran
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit (Ohmes)
Height: 5' 8" (shrank into his new form)
Weight: 135 (Again, shrank)

General Description (Body): Tall (Massive for an ohmes), thin and muscular, this young, energetic khajiit does manage to turn some heads, especially young dunmeri and khajiiti women. He takes great pride in his complete tiger-body tattoo, which is a rather extravagant piece of art in itself, detailed to the point he actually appears to be an Ohmes-Raht without the tail. Hurt like hell (I'm from earth so I don't have to say "oblivion" instead!) to apply.
General Description (Clothing): He has two different outfit setups to choose from. Usually he goes with his khakki-and-polo combination, which hides most of his tattoos, and turns several heads because of the exotic nature of the outifit. He has since lost his original set of clothes, due to weather. The primary differences between the old and new are the lacking details. His khakkis don't have "dikeies" across the back (which is a good thing, since he is no longer pestered by shallow chicks saying "I like your dikeies".), and his polos are blank. However, for more formal occassions, or whenever he falls behind on laundry, he wears an extravagant gold, crimson-trimmed rabbi, loose fitting, fancy desert pants, and a number of shiny clothing ornaments. It is also one of the few times he wears his fancy swordbelt and shortsword to complete the look, as he summons a staff when he needs to protect himself.

Personality: Most defining feature of him is he's a furvert. However, he is also rather goofy, due to his ADD and Aspergers. He often sings, though he often forgets lyrics and moves them about when singing anything that isn't purely instrumental. He enjoys skooma, which he binges on once a week, to avoid serious addiction or insanity. He is known for procrastination, though it doesn't hinder his service to "the Guild", except for his failure to commit to "recovering" his laptop from Umbaccano. He seems to think he's just like "Aladdin", complete with singing silly songs while dodging guards. He also enjoys painting... particularly furry nvdes. Despite the life of drugs, six, and crime, however, he is still just a nerd.

Bio: Shortly upon arriving in Tamriel, Sean became an accomplished writer for the Black Horse Courier, due to his laptop and out-of-this-world writing style. However, he was forced to sell his laptop to Umbaccano, for 20000 septims, which he has spent frugally on luxuries. He spent three months in Orcrest, Elsweyr, learning the ways of the Khajiiti, claiming to be a half-Nord orphan from the Imperial City to avoid too much suspicion. In Elsweyr, he learned the arts of thievery, and aquired a rather extravagant outfit, shortsword, pierced ears, and tatoo pattern with his wealth. He returned to Bravil, where he met S'krivva, spilled all his secrets about being a "terran", had a fun night with her in the skooma den (too much skooma does that), joined "the guild", and fell into the criminal underclass. Incidentally, after leaving Elsweyr, a fad for "ride spinners" on cart and wagon wheels became a massive fad in Orcrest.

He spent the next year and a half learning acrobatics from Ahdarji in Leyawin, and working under Doyen S'krivva, though he technically was not a high enough rank. Fortunately, she really liked him.

Equipment: A used, borrowed school concert baritone, an ornate Khajiiti shortsword, Khajiiti upper-class garb, three blightmoth-silk khakki pants, three blightmoth-silk polos in purple, blue, and green, a horse and "pimped-out" cart with spinners.

Factions: Thieves Guild.

Spells: Many of the "Bound" selection (Spear, staff(primary weapon), shortsword, armor)

[Rach B]

Name: Amelie Magnussan
Type: Earth Person
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 140 lbs

General Description (Body): She retained all her characteristics from before she crossed over. She is relatively short (although not for a Breton), and, while not thin by any measure (her shape is best described as "hippy"), she is nonetheless physically fit due to a strict exercise regiment previous to being transported. She has long light brown hair that reaches down to her thighs; it is almost always tied up in a braid. Her eyes are an expressive grey.

General Description (Clothing): She keeps her jeans and T-shirt for nostalgic purposes, but never wears them anymore. Instead, she favors simple middle class clothing, such as quilted bodices and wool shirts. She always wears loose trousers, since, when she wears skirts, she habitually gets in trouble for accidentally flashing her undergarments in public. She prefers trousers, anyway, since they make wading through ingredients much easier.

Personality: Amelie is inquisitive by nature, which, while sometimes beneficial, often leads her into curiosity-killed-the-cat situations. She also tends to get lost in daydreams, inevitably resulting in absent-mindedness and clumsiness. She's extremely nervous around large crowds, but is usually fairly easy to get along with individually. Her temper is usually reserved for specific situations; otherwise, she keeps an upbeat outlook and tries to make the best of any situation... including being transported into a new world.

Bio: Previous to transport, Amelie was coasting her way through an English degree, using her free time to gain a palette for philosophy, history, theology, liturature, art, and all other sorts of intellectually stimulating subjects that have very little use in the real world. She was in a club that simulated medieval armored combat once a week, so knows the right way to hold a shortsword well enough to defend herself with one in Tamriel without hurting herself... in theory, anyway.

Since being transported, she has slowly but surely been gaining useful skills. She traveled with Ma'Dat as far as Bravil, then began to lose touch with him (she had been horrible at that back on earth as well). She traveled to each city to earn her recommendations, and gained access to the Arcane University about six months after being transported.

Once in, she spent weeks in the Mystic Archives, poring through the shelves in search of any explanation for how she and others might have been transported. However, she found nothing, and eventually her stubbornness gave out and she gave up.

Since then, she has been trying her best to forge a new life. She attended lectures at the University, learning as much as she could about this new universe in general and about magic in particular. She latched onto alchemy most quickly, and forced herself to brew a potion every day, even if it was just a Restore Fatigue potion made from pilfered lunch food. Because of this, she has become an exceptional alchemist, and is currently working on a book on the side detailing all the effects of every ingredient, and offering her own thoeries on how and why it works in relation to magicka in general.

She has also studied other forms of magic, becoming a decent Illusionist, a passing Mysticist, and... well, she can throw out nasty frost spell when she really needs to, but she mostly just uses elemental Destruction spells for things like cooling her water and lighting her Calcinator. She has spent some time training her dagger skills, but knows she should do so more often, because she's still not very good at it.

She is currently working as an alchemist's apprentice in the University, and sleeping at Luther Broad's in hopes of one day being able to afford a house. She has not yet been contacted by the Terra Guild, simply because she never seems to be in one place--she usually gets sent out to collect ingredients from all over Cyrodiil.

Equipment: On her belt: Amelie keeps about 100 Septims and her room key in a pouch at her left hip, a pre-poisoned silver dagger at her right, and three vials of Restore Magicka potions at her front, just in case. In her backpack, she keeps quills, ink, and a blank book for writing most of the time, along with gear (like rations and a bedroll) whenever she expects to be out for a while, and she always has her tube of strawberry chapstick, even though there's not much in it now.

Her pride is a custom-made leather shoulderbag, meant entirely for the carrying of potion ingredients. It has many little pouches and pockets inside, and a small mortar and pestle, in case she feels like making a quick mix while out in the wilds. The shoulderbag also usually has a couple Health and Magicka potions inside it, and an Invisibility vial, just in case things get really bad.

At her room at Luthor Broad's, she has a full set of alchemy equipment (not high quality, but not low either), most of her unsold potions, and a bag of her savings (about 1000), which is stashed under the floorboards.

Factions: Mages' Guild

Spell list:

Alteration:
Protect

Destruction:
-Flare
-Snowball

Illusion:
-Chameleon (25%)
-Command Creature
-Command Humanoid (she will never admit to knowing this one... but she does practice it on some weak-willed peasants, and it has gotten her out of some scraqes)
-Pacification
-Rage
-Seductive Charm
-Shadow Shape
-Silence
-Starlight

Mysticism:
-Major Dispel
-Minor Life Detection
-Remote Manipulation

Restoration:
-Minor Respite

[JLG]

My Thread Closing Post of awesomeness!

"Always been artistic." Frank replied, grinning somewhat before moving over to a charcoal sketching of what MIGHT have resembled a winged Twilight. He looked at it for a moment as he continued. "When I was around 2 or 3yrs old I drew a bee on the wall of my house, mom always told me it looked pretty good considering I had been the one drawing it. Even when we moved out they left it there." Finally deciding on something, he grabbed the top edge of the picture and pulled it off the wall. The sticky tack remained there. He picked it off and put in on the table, setting the drawing there was well.

"I've always drawn things. These are probably some of my finest of late, as I get better over time and these wooden tables lend themselves very well to making texture to sketches." He moved to another demonic looking sketch, this one like that of a Scamp. He left it. However, he proceeded to move about the room, taking down other sketches of demonic beasts and leaving warriors and mages and rogues hanging. He collected the sticky tack with each picture he took down.

When Jo entered the room Frank looked up, nodded and took the bottles, putting them on the dresser beside his clock. "Jo, we need to get every undeniably Earth object out of here, or anything we have here that cannot be sufficiently defended by lies. I can defend my clock, I think, but most of my drawings won't support what I told Savlian about only summoning a scamp once. Even though that was true." Frowning, he shuffled the stack of papers, trying to even them out.

He seemed to be thinking on a tough decision, before he snapped his fingers and fire spat between them, catching on the photos. Placing his hand on the table as he held the burning papers, the table surface shimmered and he set the paper down on the fire shield, letting it burn to a pile of ash. "Anything that cannot be hidden or later replaced, must be destroyed." He said simply, before moving to the dresser and picking up one of the bottles. Looking displeased, he popped the top and swigged it.

And nearly spat it out. Veins in his neck bulged as he grimaced in disgust, before coughing. "Tastes almost like... straight vodka... ugh."

[christelle047]

Name: Alexander Dutchman
Type: Earth Person
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Height: 6 ft 1 in
Weight: 139.7 lbs
General Description (Body): Alexander is rather thin for his height, and rather tall for his age. He is not that muscular, and through the course of the two years he was in Tamriel, the stubble he had when arriving has transformed into a full beard. His hair is medium-length and light brown, and his eyes are grey. Though his skin is quite pale, the skin around his eyes is darker, due to lack of sleep.
General Description (Clothing): He bears a leather cloak, and a silken outfit patched up with leather at some places.
Personality: Alexander tends to get angry quite quick, for the silliest things, but only if he's in a bad mood. Otherwise, he is very calm and doesn't tend to draw attention to himself, though he is a very ambitious young man inside.
Bio: Back on earth, Alexander was an Elder Scrolls fan and studied to become a film director before the Dragon Breaks. When he arrived in the Imperial City, he quickly fell into crime, and met some of his old friends, including Marine, his ex-girlfriend, and Christo, one of his friends back on Earth, which Alexander constantly refers to as "the other". Alexander quickly lost track of Christo, and was very surprised to meet one of his own characters, the Argonian Crippo. The Argonian, Alexander, and Marine teamed up and travelled around together, and, at one point, after seventeen months of adventure, Marine and Alexander settled down as Crippo ventured further throughout Tamriel. Marine got pregnant, but in a sad series of events, Marine was viciously slaughtered by a pack of wild Goblins, one dark moonless night. Alexander was too late- he only found her left hand, and wrought in depression and madness, started carrying it around as a token. Currently, he is wandering through the forests surrounding Lake Rumare.
Equipment: He carries a wooden staff, though he mostly uses it as a torch and a walking stick- for combat, he tends to use a sabre.

My last post from the previous thread:

Location: The Imperial City

IC: A few mages stepped by as Alexander was sobbing down on the ground, some glancing with disgust, most downright ignoring him. It took a few hours before a young mage - at most 17 - knelt down next to him. "Are... are you all right?" the boy asked, his reddish eyes twinkling with excitement. "Bring... bring..." said Alexander shakily. "Can... can't you... bring her back... I..." The boy hung his head. "I am afraid I cannot. We're not allowed to dabble in Necromantic arts any more." They sat there for a few moments, before the boy started talking again. "You- you should stand up." The boy helped Alexander to get to his feet. "I am Lareves Gaille. What is your name, stranger?" "I... I am Alexander..."

Location: Arcane University

IC: Alexander screamed as he once again charged against the iron doors of his cell. "T- traitors!" he screamed. They had locked him up! And he had thought they would help him... Alexander's mind was, though he didn't so much notice himself, recovering from the depression. More memories from the other were returning.

[Sxc-Mary]

Name: Patraius Fortus (Patrick Axford)
Type: Earth Person
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial, Previously Australian.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 78 Kilograms.

General Description (Body): Patrick is taller than most people of his age, standing taller than most Imperials too. He has a muscular frame with a defined body from his hard excerise regime from back at Earth. He is usually considered hansom and charming, with a large grin and lopsided smile. His eyes are what one would consider 'beady' but he doesn't care. One is more hazel than the other, the other being green. He has pronounced cheekbones and a triangular jaw shape, giving him a gaunt look at times. He has a scattering of freckles over his nose, which is similiar to a button nose. From his hard work in his two years in Tamriel, he has kept his light tan as well as a few additional scars.

General Description (Clothing): Having thrown away (and grown out of) his Earth clothes long ago, Patrick now wears knee high brown leather boots, black cotton trousers, a green tunic (or steel hauberk of chain-mail) and a large, thick, grey overcoat.

Personality: Generally a laid back and easy going kind of guy, Patrick however can get angry very quickly if someone pushes the right buttons, and it takes him a long time to forgive someone, no matter how small the offence. He is considered sensetive to some things, usually because it hits a sore spot from his childhood back on Earth. These things aside, he is a natural leader and never backs down from a fight and is fiercely loyal to his friends and family. His humour is seen as dry and even grim at times, usually not portraying the happiness that is present with him.

Equipment: After Patrick returned home (Tamriel) from the Shivering Isles and the Terra Guild was created, he stowed away his belongings from his home planet, locking them away. He now carries with him a black leather satchel which he usually carries his old swiss army knife, a diary and charcoal or quill for drawing and writing, a waterskin, dried fruit and rations. He also now owns a steel shortsword, a round wooden shield reinforced with Steel, a Steel chain-mail hauberk and Steel Pauldrons. Since he spends most of his time in his new home of Kvatch, he keeps most of his equipment in his dorm in the Terra Guild.

Skills: Some things have carried over since Patrick was back on Earth, including his skills. Due to his training in various areas of Martial Arts (Muay Thai, Boxing, Kickboxing, Jeet-Kune-Do, Wing Chun, Ninjutsu and Aikido) he has a high level in hand to hand fighting and is knowledgeable with defending himself with a sword now. Since his time in Tamriel he has learnt how to use a Bow and Arrow well, also using a combination of shield and sword, and shield and spear. As a child he used to go camping with his family and so remembers a little from surviving out in the Wilderness and how to ration food in order to survive, and now after two years in Tamriel, that particular skill has only increased. He has an obvious knack for fighting and hands on work such as Smithwork and Carpentry, but leaves other work to more interested Guildmembers.

Bio: Patrick had always had a relatively simple life, a good family despite his parents being divorced when he was two years of age. He was a good student throughout Primary and Secondary School, with a few exceptions in subjects such as Maths and LOTE Classes but excelling in areas of English, Literature, Theatre and his outside classes of Martial Arts. Patrick was always popular at school and seen as the happy-go-lucky guy who you could rely on for a good time and a witty joke or rebuttal. He was on his way to school when he was jumped by a group of thugs at his local station he always called "Station Rats" and woke up in The Imperial City, Tamriel. For the first few days he thought he was in a Coma and his imaginative subconscious had gotten the better of him, but when he met others like from Earth, he had no doubt he was somehow transported through Space and Time to Nirn. After finally devising a plan to get enough money to get by with two other Terrans, Christo and Conor, he joined a Mercenary group and travelled to the Shivering Isles with his new friend, Elbereth, to bring back the Merc. group's former Captain, only to find him insane. They managed to bring him back to Tamriel, only for his mind to fall apart and eventually commit suicide. After six months of serving under the Mercenary Group, he left Bravil for Kvatch, where he was contacted about a Terra Guild, a Guild solely for others like him. Patrick has been serving the group as a Member for some time now, holding Martial Arts classes to those who want to learn how to defend themselves...

Patrick kept the door open behind him so he could run back out. While he was far from being unfit, the potent mix of adrenaline, worry and exercise had made him breathless as he tipped out his Tamriel-style pouch of gold onto the counter of the Apothecary.

"I need some cheap but effective Restore Fatigue and Health, please." He said doggedly, knowing that the two words cheap and effect rarely went in the same sentence. He felt uncomfortable in waiting for the slow and old Chemist to browse through his wares as his old and wrinkled finger lightly went over each bottle as the man softly stated each potion and medicines name to himself. Patrick rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers in the tune of the Lone Ranger absently.

With an "Ah" of satisfaction, he brought two bottles to the counter. "These will have to do until you can find yourself some more loose change, young man." He stated curtly, wiping Patrick's coin of the bench and into his wrinkled and eager hands.

"Fine," Patrick said, taking the potions and putting them in his satchel. "I won't be coming back here again anyway, if I can help it."

With that, Patrick turned on his heel and hurried out the door. With Elbereth being healed mostly by Frank, Patrick doubted that the lithe Bosmer would be in a such a bad condition, but he had cared for her in their time together in Tamriel and in the Shivering Isles, and in their following departure from each other. So, he would do what he could for her...

[Trevi]

Name: Ma'Dat (Richard Marshall)
Type: Earth Person
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit (Suthy)
Height: 6ft.
Weight: 210lbs.

General Description (Body): In real life, Richard wasn't that well fit. He was on the heavy side, and that carried over to his new Khajiit body. Instead of muscles, he has flab. As a Khajiit, his dominant hair color is a brownish-blonde color (his natural human hair color). His eyes are a dark blue. Finally, his hairstyle has had a drastic change. Instead of the short hair he had as a human, he has grown it out into a mane held back into braids.

During the two years he's been in Tamriel he has changed. Due to all the physical work involved in surviving in Tamriel he has worked off most of the flab and has even begun gaining some muscle. At most, however, he is around the average body strength of a Khajiit.

General Description (Clothing): When he first arrived in Tamriel Richard had been dirt poor and wearing clothing that matched. Eventually he did join up with the Imperial Cult, which provided him with a simple robe for him to wear.

Over the last two years he has done well for himself and has been able to buy more suitable clothing. Instead of the cheap, brown robes that he wore when he first started working as a member of the Imperial Cult he now wears a red silk robe that he bought at Rindir's Staffs.

Personality: Richard is a relatively laid back kind of person, or at least was back on Earth. Arriving in Tamriel caused him to be a bit panicky, and he was for the most part a coward. Once he started learning some magic skills he became a bit more confidant, but for the most part don't expect him to be fighting much.

Overall Richard is a friendly person, willing to hang out with strangers and talk to people if he finds them interesting. He likes to joke, but most of the time they are a bit off and usually aren't seen as funny. Being an optimist means it doesn't bother him much and for the most part not much really bothers him. Living in Tamriel has made him a bit more pessimistic at times, but not much.

Bio: On Earth Richard had a pretty good life. Stable family life, doing well at schools, friends, and anything else one considered good. So when he was sent into Tamriel dirt poor and as a Khajiit, he thought it had been all over. He adjusted to life a little bit at a time, occasionally forgetting he had a tail (he still does that sometimes). While he was surviving, it had been a pretty meager existence. Things turned for the better once he joined the Imperial Cult, which provided food and board for him as well as a job.

Soon afterwards he met another person from Earth, Amelie. The two of them headed off to Bravil, escorted part of the way by a mercenary named Sam. In Bravil Amelie and him parted ways, though he did his best to keep in contact with her. While in Bravil he worked at the local temple while learning Restoration magic. At the nearby Mages Guild he also tried to learn some Illusion, but for the most part he still only has a basic grasp on it. Since things were getting better for him, Richard gave up on one of his plans to survive; joining the Thieve's Guild.

When he heard about the Terra Guild he asked the Imperial Cult to transfer him to Kvatch. Luckily they needed priests, and Richard had by that point gotten to the rank of Acolyte in the Imperial Cult. At the guild he provides basic healing services, and that's about it.

Recently he has been stripped of his rank at the Imperial Cult due to the investigation of the Mages Guild.

Equipment: A copy of The Prince, Fundaments of Alchemy, Ten Commands,and An Overview of Gods and Worship.

Factions:
Imperial Cult-Acolyte (Currently Fired due to investigation)

Spells: Relatively Richard has become a novice in Illusion and an apprentice in Restoration. Below are the most common spells he uses and can use effectively. He has the possibility of learning more, but they don't have a good track record of use.

Illuminate (Light Spell)
Serenity (Calm Spell)
Convalescence (Restore Health Target)
Cure Paralysis
Cure Poison
Heal Major Wounds

[asako]

ooc: Doing some renovation on my sheets, will post them in either in this via edit or my next post once they're done. ^_^

For now, I just wanted to keep the story going. Also, I've been really enjoying reading the interactions between Ji'shandi and Amelie. Been funny, if a bit awkward. Hmm.. I wonder if Karst and Amelie will remember each other from the city?

ic: Karst frowned when Frank started burning drawings. "You.. don't hafta do that, y'know. I can keep care of stuff for you while they poke their noses in here." she said, but smiled when he grimaced and coughed. "What's vodka?"

"An alcoholic beverage from Earth with origins in the country we called 'Russia.' It's made from potatoes most commonly, and American and European distilling of it uses charcoal to filter it, which makes it taste a bit like burnt wood." Jo'Rokku explained. Karst grinned stroked her chin fur a moment, then looked up and grinned.

"We have potatoes and charcoal here. Think we could make it?" she asked, excited at the thought of creating a new kind of liquor. Jo shrugged.

"Maybe. I don't know how it was made, exactly, just a few details on what was used." he admitted apologetically.

"Damn." Karst said in disappointment, snapping her fingers. After a second, she looked up at Jo again. "Wait, why would your magicka potions taste like Russian alcohol?" she asked, a bit puzzled. Jo sat on Frank's bed and rested his chin in his hand. After a moment, he thought of something.

"I usually use potatoes or some other fatigue relieving substance in my more potent magicka potions to counter what I call 'depletion fatigue,' the tiredness one experiences when their magicka pool is used up too quickly. A couple of the vials I brought in here might be a bit aged, thus the flavor. Or it could just be a coincidence." the gray Khajiit explained with a shrug. Getting up, he grabbed the green backpack that he was wearing when he was transported and held it out to Karst with a cattish smile on his face. "Anyway, you like playing with my gadgets, right?" he asked and Karst nodded, a smile gracing her lips, "Well, watch them for me for a bit, would ya? You can play with them all you want as long-"

"As long as I'm careful. I know, Jo." she finished the sentence for him and grabbed the pack. Throwing it over her shoulder, she smiled at the thought of getting to use the DS and mp3 player inside it later. The full Resident Evil film trilogy, the first season of Metalocalpyse as well as a few random episodes of Family Guy and Invader Zim shared memory space with his music, and Karst had watched every one of them. The idea of moving pictures fascinated her and she'd taken great interest in the technologies displayed in the videos. It surprised her to learn that such an advanced world could be even worse off than hers for their technology, and she didn't believe Jo'Rokku at first when he'd told her. It'd taken a lot of explanations to convince her. The woman turned to Frank after she'd shouldered the bag and began looking around. "Anything you want me to hold for you, dear?" she asked sweetly, sitting herself down on the edge of his bed.

[Averielle Garcia]

By the time Karst and all of them had arrived at the guildhall Ma'dat had fallen fast asleep in the little niche he was in. However, all there moving around and such had woken him up, and so he groggily sat up. Taking a quick yawn, he tried to see where the noise was coming from, but it seemed to have moved on.

"Eh, I guess some of the others have started getting back. Hope none of them saw me. Very embarrasing if you ask me."

Seeing as there was work to do, Ma'dat got out of the niche and headed up to the second floor where all the rooms were. He was heading towards his room to go through his stuff and see what needed to be removed, but he couldn't help but hear all the noise coming from Frank's room. Walking up to the door, he took a quick peek to see he was up to. He was disappointed to see that Frank was burning up a lot of his drawings; they were pretty good. The smoke that was coming from the drawing, however, soon aggravated his nose to the point he actually let off a small sneeze.

"Uh, sorry about that. I hope I wasn't interupting anything. I heard all the noise and just wanted to check on you...hey, weren't you at the church earlier?" That last part was directed towards the female Khajiit he had noticed in the room. Even with all that had happened today he still remembered her from earlier, and from the tavern, and now she was here. Not a normal thing, but it seemed everyone else knew who she was.

I'm always out of the loop, aren't I?

[WYatt REed]

OOC: So you didn't notice the unconscious and blood Bosmer just lying on Frank's bed?

IC: Elbereth's eyelids fluttered open and she instantly wished she hadn't. Her head pounded and her vision reeled as she opened her eyes again, looking out at the unfamiliar figures surrounding her but seemingly ignoring her through half-opened eyes. She groaned as an echo of pain clutched at her stomach and caused her to tense her muscles in apprehension, but no pain came. Around her where three Khajiits and one lanky human.

"What's going on? Where am I?" She asked, her brown furrowing as she looked around and looked at her bloody but healed stomach...

[Ebony Lawson]

"Ma'Dat, Karst. Karst, Ma'Dat. She's ah.... friend of mine." He explained, then heard a soft groaning coming from his bed. He would have thought up some sixual joke, if it wasn't for the fact the groan came from a very injured patient. Quickly the thin man moved towards his bed, nudged Jo and Karst aside, and leaned over Elbereth, putting his hands on her stomach.

"Stop moving. I mended your organ linings and blood vessels but couldn't restore your muscles to full condition. You'll need either a healing potion or a day of rest to fully heal. I suggest you don't try sitting up during that time." He told her softly, pulsing a small amount of healing magic into her stomach to soothe the pain. "My name is Farlin, by the way. Pat brought you to me." He introduced himself with his Tamrielian name by habit and precaution. Just in case.

[Alan Whiston]

OOC: You know what I was thinking about? Well, wouldn't it be hilarious if some director wandered about on the forums, came across the "Trapped In" RPs, and thought: "Hey! That would make a good film!"

(In reality, the director and thus in extention the film would svck assballs and we'd hate it, but... of course, if I would make that film... Hey, put those guns awa- *dies*)

Location: Arcane University

IC: Alexander stepped out into the sunlight. He had recovered fully, and breathed in the fresh air. Marine was now but a memory from Earth, stuffed away along with all his 'other' memories. He wondered if the other persons from Earth were still out there. If so, he wondered how he could contact them. He wondered if anything had happened during the time of his depression- would they already have finished rebuilding Kvatch?

Alexander stepped towards the stables of the Imperial City. "Do you host any travel services? To Kvatch?" The Imperial commoner rolled his eyes. "You're up to somethin' a' well aren't ya?" Alexander shrugged. "Why?" "Strange people 'been passing 'ere. I've go' no proof, but I'm tellin' ya, they're up to somethin', and I 'ell know if som'one's up to somethin'." Replying to Alexander's questioning look, he continued. "But a'righ', isn't my business aft' all, is it, lad? Jus' get up in the car' and I'll take ya to Kvatch as fas' as ol' Beryl 'ere can stay on 'er legs! Aye, Beryl?"

The man laughed and patted the horse on her back. Alexander was pretty sure he wouldn't like this trip.

[Marilú]

Ji'shandi waited until well past midnight before getting off the cart. He hopped off the cart and opened the trunk while he changed into his Rabi and loose pants. If he was to be caught, he wanted to look like a normal khajiit. His increased size could be attributed to the gloom. He didn't believe he would be recognized, since his form changed so much from two years ago. He was having doubts about being able to accomplish his mission, to a paralyzing degree.

He would have to be crazy to think he could pull off this heist. Fortunately, insanity was just a sip away. After he was changed, he returned his attention to the trunk, pulling open a large, black box. Inside were a large number of moonsugar-laced cookies, to keep his life interesting, as well as several scrolls and about twenty small bottles of a white liquid. Passing over the cookies, he quickly removed and downed one of the skooma bottles, feeling the mind-breaking effects immediately as his doubts faded away. Tonight would be very fun. "Which scroll, invisibility or active camo?" he whispered to himself, checking between the invisibilty and 35% chameleon scrolls respectively. He really needed to install the invisibility and chameleon spells to his spell matrix, which he had instead of a magika pool. So far all he had was the ability to summon bound armor and weapons, which made him feel like either a Power Ranger or Beetle Borg, he wasn't clear which.

As he left toward the city, he grabbed his rope and grappling hook, ready to retrieve his laptop.

OOC: I need a DM for this mission, so I'm not al liek "I go in, find ma laptop an' walk out again w/o alerting teh gards." (Okay, so it won't be quite that bad but.... I'm trying to make a point.) Also, Gilboron? could you please keep with the time continuity?

[Bellismydesi]

OOC: Yes, I'll keep with the continuity when I make the film.

...

Oh. Well, I was 'riginally planning to leave the RP for a few days now, and posted this to make sure nobody started a conversation with me only to be stuck for a few days

[chinadoll]

Usheeja and Surius Afranius stood in front of the door to Umbacano manor, clad in chainmail cuirasses and holding torches to light the night around them. Both looked rather unnerved by something. Finally, Surius spoke up.

"I don't like how he acts now." He said simply, looking towards Usheeja. They'd spoken of this many times over the past year, so Usheeja knew exactly what he meant.

"Master is simply frustrated, I thinks. Master still has not yet figured out the artifact. He is frustrated." The Argonian replied simply, looking around at the streets.

There was an incomprehensible garble of shouts from the rooms upstairs, muffled by the closed windows. Surius and usheeja looked up, but neither of them smiled. "He's at it again."

[Gracie Dugdale]

After concluding access would be best gained by going up, Ji'shandi scaled the wall nearest the Elven Garden's district. He snuck along the walls, dodging the occassional patrol through using the skills he learned in Bravil, Elsweyr, and Leyawin. The rooftops seemed silent, as he leapt from one to the other, using the rope and grapple for the distances too great to jump. He managed to maintain silence, except for the soft thump of his landing, or click of the grapple hitting slate or clay shingles.

Finally, he found himself on the desired roof, ready to drop in through the window. However, before he could secure the hook to lower himself, he heard muffled shouting from below him. The khajiit made a hasty withdrawal, realising he made a mistake in assuming the master of the house was asleep. Recovering his courage, Ji'shandi glanced down at the ground, and was glad he postponed his decent. It seemed his two goons were guarding the outside of the manor. He may have to switch plans.

[Lisa]

ooc: I just watched I Am Legend. Wow. If you've not seen it, watch it if you ever get a chance. Certainly worth it.

More RP-related notes: Almost done with the new sheets. I may end up redoing all of my sheets in all of my RPs, starting after this with End of an Era since those are my oldest sheets. They've been retrofitted with new info multiple times, now I think they need to be redone completely. Also, I'm contemplating a new character. She's existed for a while in a sort of skeletal form, but never been used in an RP. I think she'd fit this one perfectly.

ic: Karst turned to Ma'Dat when he asked if she was the one from the Chapel, and nodded silently. "I'd prefer you kept what you saw to yourself, though." she said quietly, sounding ashamed of the fact she'd made such a display of emotion in front of the Khajiit. It wasn't that she was actually ashamed, she just didn't want to deal with the heckling she'd get if her squad knew she'd been crying. When Frank introduced them, though, she clapped a hand to her face and emitted a snort of laughter.

"Ma'Dat? Nice.." she bit back laughter while patting the man on the shoulder. Tears welled in her eyes from forcing herself to hold back the laughter she could barely contain. "Nice to meet you.. Ma'Dat. Oh, gods.. I'm sorry, I just.. I need a moment." Karst left and shut the door behind her, set Jo's pack on the ground, leaned against the wall and howled with laughter. She was only slightly muffled by the door and walls. Jo'Rokku failed to see what was so funny.

"I'm sorry, Ma'Dat. She's a little.. special." Jo explained apologetically. "I'll go ask her what the hell."

Walking out the door, he looked over to Karst as he shut it. Her face was red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. Her body spasmed with laughter and she turned her tearstained face up to the gray Khajiit as he looked down at her. "Karst, seriously, what the hell?"

"I.. I"m sorry." she said, still laughing and wiping her eyes, "I think I'm losing my mind a little, but it just struck me as hilarious. I haven't met a Ma in a long time, though you and Frankie could almost qualify."

"A Ma?" Jo asked, puzzled. Karst sniffed, sighed and straightened up.

"I take it you don't speak much Ta'agra, huh?" she asked. Jo'Rokku shook his head.

"I don't even know what that is."

"Okay. Ta'agra is the native language of Elsweyr. It's what I grew up speaking. Each prefix, like Jo in Jo'Rokku for instance, has a meaning. Jo, somewhat fittingly, means 'wizard.' Ma, however, technically means 'child' or 'apprentice', but among Khajiit commonly means 'virgin.' That's what I was cackling about." she explained. Jo'Rokku put his ears back a moment in thought, then nodded. A grin spread across his face.

"If you ever call me 'Ma'Rokku' I'll hurt you." he said, still grinning, then went back inside. Karst laughed, nodded and followed, still smiling and dabbing her eyes. Jo smiled at Ma'Dat. "Sorry, just a misunderstanding of culture. I'll have Karst explain later." he informed the Khajiiti Earthling. Karst, meanwhile, snatched a bottle of magicka potion off the desk and popped the top on it. Sipping it, she coughed, then smiled. She raised the container to her lips, tilted her head back and chugged it, shuddering a bit as she set it down on the desk with a clink.

"Wow. That [censored] is strong." she announced, then looked over at Elbereth. The elf probably thought she was insane already, but Karst didn't much care. She nudged Frank aside slightly to look at the Bosmer.

"Hiya, babe. Mind if I ask what attacked you?" she asked kindly. Although she was no professional healer, Karst had experience healing wounds in the field, some as bad as Elbereth's. Problem was, that often left her with nothing to heal herself with, as had happened today. "We need to know in case you have shrapnel in there that could cut you up inside."

[Tamika Jett]

OOC:*is now going to throttle the random name generator he used for character's name* Unless you just completely made that up. In that case I throttle you now (just kidding).

IC:
"What just happened?" The Khajiit-Terran asked as Karst just left the room in what seemed like an attempt to stop from laughing herself to death. He had never liked being left out of a joke, especially when it seemed to be in relation to him. And whatever it was seemed to be pretty funny since he could hear the laughter through the door. When Jo went to ask what the deal was he tried to listen in, but it was then that he noticed the other person in the room.

Sadly, Ma'Dat never was good at the sight of wounds or injuries (which was ironic since he knew some healing spells), and so he tried his best to avert his gaze from them as he spoke to the wounded Bosmer.

"Oh, uh, sorry for not noticing you there. I got kind of caught up in whatever the heck just happened I didn't see you there."

It was then that Karst and Jo had returned to the room, and he was going to ask for an explanation about the laughter when he was told "Sorry, just a misunderstanding of culture. I'll have Karst explain later." While he wanted an answer now, he knew that this Bosmer's wounds were more important. Of course, Karst had decided to have a gulp of whatever it was that Frank had in his room (some kind of alcohol?) before doing anything.

Great, just what we need the day before we are investigated. A crazy, alcoholic Khajiit and a wounded Bosmer. Now all we need is a Thieves Guild member and Dark Brotherhood cultist and we are complete.

[Emma Copeland]

Elbereth cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the four and she winced as she squirmed into a more comfortable position. She nodded at the one who introduced himself as Farlin, a quiet 'thanks' escaping her lips before she flashed a smile. "Trust Patrick to bring me here..." She muttered to herself before the odd Khajiit woman came back into the room and inspected her.

"Well, unless massive rampaging Cathay-Rahts that were once your friends but ended up being doped up on Skooma leave shrapnel, then no, I think I'll be fine," Elbereth replied sourly, the memories of her encounter with Kha' Do flooding back to her painfully fast. She blinked furiously as tears threatened to build up in her moss green eyes. Waving away the other Khajiit's apology, who had been introduced as Ma' Dat, Elbereth turned to Farlin.

"Well, thanks for your hospitality friends, but you didn't answer my question of where the hell I am. Sorry, but largely I don't like to make a habit of strangers waiting on me hand and foot, nor taking their beds as I seemed to have done."

The door suddenly closed with a bang and Elbereth jumped, only to see Patrick enter behind the group, a look of amusemant crossing his face. He sobered as he saw Elbereth lying on the bed and brought out the two bottles of Health and Fatigue potions. "Hi, everyone. In case you don't already know, this is Elbereth. Um, we went to the Shivering Isles together..."
Patrick smiled lopsidedly at the name, in the context and his dirty mind it sounded like some sort of below zero strip bar. "Anyway, Elbereth, this is the Terra Guild, of which I am a member. Also, I got some potions, like you said Fra--Farlin, sorry. Here you go Elly, might want to hold your nose while drinking them though; they were cheap."

Elbereth took the potions Patrick handed her and grimaced at the thought of downing the health potion. At an encouraging nod from Patrick, she uncorked it before looking down the neck and wrinkled her nose at the blend of various herbs, plants and other alchemical ingredients. Elbereth sighed, "Bottoms up." and downed the contents of the bottle in one large gulp. Wiping her mouth with a disgusted, "Eaw" she nodded her thanks to Patrick before turning back to Farlin.

"The Terra Guild, huh? Well, that's interesting; you guys are supposed to be some sort of freaks, guess it's just because you're from that place Patrick called 'Earth.'"

Patrick suddenly remembered, "Oh yeah, I told you about that didn't I?" He laughed. "Well, um, Farlin, what should we do about your sleeping arrangements tonight? I mean, Elly probably shouldn't move, so you can take my bed if you want...and I'll sleep on the couch, if we have one."

[Heather Kush]

"Nonsense, I will sleep on the chair and keep guard in case Elbereth's condition worsens over the night." Frank replied to Pat, moving his hands towards the Bosmer when she downed the healing potion.

"You suffered heavy abdominal damage." He explained, placing the palm of one hand onto her stomach. "I managed to heal your organs, but not your muscles. The healing potion will cover them, but for tonight you may not want to move much." He fell silent then, as he began to channel his magic into Elbereth. However, the magic moved through her body to strangle the magical potion, and forced the potion's effects into a single area; her stomach.

Once he had localized the healing, he removed himself from his magic induced trance and straightened. "Well, since Pat already told you about Earth, my actual name if Frank. Farlin Cacerin is a pen name. Elbereth is a lovely name, certainly sounds Bosmeri as it rolls of the tongue. Did you grow up in Valenwood?" He had two purposes; getting to know Elbereth, and keeping her attention on something other than her wounds.

[Milad Hajipour]

Patrick nodded and took a step back, opting to lean against the wall as Frank moved over to Elbereth and layed his hands on her stomach. Elbereth flinched a little as the man laid his hands on her stomach, but she pushed any negative thoughts out of her mind and nodded her thanks.

"Well, thanks Frank for your help. Even if it means that all my sit ups and stomach crunches have been for nothing," she said, flashing an even and white smile. "But yes, mostly I grew up in Valenwood. I lived there with my mother and my uncle, they were Imperial agents. I left for Cyrodiil when I was 18, barely more than a child by my people's standards. Then I worked as a Ranger, rounding up Bandits and the like before the Oblivion Crisis. During that time I led a group of Ranger's and Foresters, helping out where we could. After that, we disbanded and I joined a group of independent mercenaries which is where I met Patrick here."

She shrugged and looked at Patrick before turning back to Frank, wiggling back a bit so she could look up at the others better. "Well, what's your story, 'Frank'?"

[Brian Newman]

ooc: Haha, no, not making that up. http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Tamriel:Khajiit#Nomenclature I'm guessing you used http://tamriel-rebuilt.org/?p=modding_data/ngen generator, yes?

Anyway, I thought Karst needed a little morale boost so, heh, temporary NPC time.

ic: Karst frowned at Elbereth's explanation and got up. "Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that." she said apologetically. Skooma usually just makes me feel really happy. I guess it works differently in different people. she thought, a bit confused and slightly alarmed at hearing this. Karst had also never taken more than one small vial in a single four-hour period, though, so she didn't know what might happen if you overdosed on the stuff.

Seeing that she was no longer needed here, Karst silently pushed past Patrick towards the door. "Well, I'll leave so I don't get in the way. I'll be at the Fighter's Guild if I'm needed. If any of you need me to hold onto something for you, just come ask for me." she said over her shoulder, picking up Jo's pack as she left. Jo'Rokku nodded as Karst exited and turned to go himself; he had preparations to make for tomorrow's inspection.

"If any of you need anything from me I'll be in my room, hiding my humanity." he said, chuckling in a hissing manner. He stopped a moment before he realized he was hearing himself and sighed as he left. Two years as a cat and I'm still not used to it.

As Jo shut himself in his room he set to spending his night rearranging things and removing any references to Earth and its cultures that he could find. He decided to leave the drawing Karst had done of a Protoss High Templar from a description he'd given her once when explaining StarCraft to the Khajiit. It was amazingly accurate considering she'd never seen them in-game or in artwork before, save for the rough sketches he'd made to show her. He could pass off its presence in his room as either artistic creativity or creeping insanity. Either way, he was not going to destroy it. He took it off his wall and rolled it up before sticking it in the small desk in his room. I got a long night ahead of me, don't I?
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Karst trotted downstairs with a small sigh, flicking her ears back briefly as she walked out into the cool night. The streets were relatively empty and she couldn't help but think of it as a metaphor for her life right now; dark and empty with a few people that dare brave the dark to stick around. I must be getting sick, I'm thinking poetically again. She thought with a sort of lopsided smile in an attempt to cheer herself up. Her hair and coat fluttered in the cool night breeze as she made her way diagonally across town to the Fighter's Guild base. She found herself sighing again, though, as she approached the place. I wish I didn't have to strangle my feelings to be accepted here. All they embrace is violence and toughness. No wonder there aren't many women in the Guild..

As Karst reached out and grasped the knob in her gauntleted hand and turned it, she found herself considering taking a vacation. Shutting the door quietly behind her, she walked into the equally silent guildhall and a strange, pungent scent assailed her nostrils. She'd smelled that scent before and it wasn't until she heard a voice to go with the smell that she recognized what it was.

"Terrible with appointments as usual." A gruff, ash-tortured voice said, laughter indicated in its tone. Karst startled and grabbed her sword, then turned to look into the smiling face of a Dunmeri man clad in unique netch leather armor with chitin gauntlets, heavy, flowing robes on over his armor in places. "I see your reflexes haven't dulled either." he said humorously. Karst dropped her sword and stared at the man with his well-kept orange beard and mustache, the end of the beard curled up slightly, and couldn't believe what she was seeing. His ash-buffeted face smiled at her while she stared in disbelief. Finally, Karst spoke.

"What.. what the heck are you doin' in Cyrodiil? Aren't you gonna get in trouble?"

The man laughed. "I was assigned to track down a Dark Brotherhood agent that was passing himself off as Tong to get extra business for the Brotherhood. I got permission to stay a bit longer so I could say hello to you. You're a very hard woman to find, you know." the Dunmer said in a cool, even voice. He stood up from the bench he sat on when Karst walked over to him, and embraced her as she fell into his arms. Karst buried her face in his robes and inhaled the strong scent of netch leather and ash on his garments. After a moment, she looked up at him and the tip of her nose brushed against the end of his beard.

"You came all the way to Kvatch just to see me?" she asked in disbelief. The Morag Tong assassin smiled and shook his head.

"I went to the Imperial City first, actually, since you said you wanted to settle down there after the Crisis. Found out you worked off and on at the King and Queen Tavern until you got a job working in the Skingrad chapter of the Fighter's Guild. Went there and they said you'd be in Kvatch, so.. here I am. Like I said, you're a very difficult woman to locate."

"I take it I was missed." Karst commented with a smile, "Sorry I was such a pain to find, Radrin. If I knew you were looking for me I'd have gone to you. How've you been? What've you been up to? Hope you haven't been too lonely in Morrowind.."

"I've been good, it's classified mostly, and I've managed, respectively." Radrin replied good-naturedly, "And yes, you were missed. I can't stay long, but I'd like to catch up with you tomorrow before I have to go home. It's been three years, after all, I'm sure there's a lot new with you."

"Three and a half." she corrected, evoking a thoughtful grunt, a nod and a smile from the Dunmer, "And not as much as you'd think. I've got a few friends, but.. we all have our separate lives so I'm alone a lot." she added, not sounding all too happy. "And I missed you too." The assassin squeezed her tighter at hearing this, then let go and fixed his red eyes on hers.

"You mean.. you don't have a lover?" he questioned, seeming surprised by this fact. Karst shook her head. "I figured you'd be snatched up the moment you were single again." Karst laughed at this.

"Not everyone thinks I'm wonderful like you do." she said, and Radrin shrugged in reluctant admittance. Karst's lips curled away from her teeth at the left side of her mouth in a small grin. "So.. you're.. gonna be here all night?" she asked, her tone of voice becoming a bit suggesstive. Radrin chuckled.

"Yes, I was.. planning on sleeping on the bench out here, but.. you.. sound like you have other plans." He replied, arching an eyebrow. Karst nodded and grinned.

"I do. Come up to my room and I'll show you 'em." she growled seductively, then dragged him off upstairs to find an empty bedroom.

[Sebrina Johnstone]

OOC: *Glares at Karst* So... even in bloody rps the curse holds strong. Figures.

Patrick nodded and took a step back, opting to lean against the wall as Frank moved over to Elbereth and layed his hands on her stomach. Elbereth flinched a little as the man laid his hands on her stomach, but she pushed any negative thoughts out of her mind and nodded her thanks.

"Well, thanks Frank for your help. Even if it means that all my sit ups and stomach crunches have been for nothing," she said, flashing an even and white smile. "But yes, mostly I grew up in Valenwood. I lived there with my mother and my uncle, they were Imperial agents. I left for Cyrodiil when I was 18, barely more than a child by my people's standards. Then I worked as a Ranger, rounding up Bandits and the like before the Oblivion Crisis. During that time I led a group of Ranger's and Foresters, helping out where we could. After that, we disbanded and I joined a group of independent mercenaries which is where I met Patrick here."

She shrugged and looked at Patrick before turning back to Frank, wiggling back a bit so she could look up at the others better. "Well, what's your story, 'Frank'?"

"First off, don't move too much. Don't even try to sit up straight. Your abdominal muscles are still fresh, we don't want to strain them while they repair. And if you don't strain them, they'll be as good as they were before you got cut." He instructed her, putting a hand on her shoulder as she tried to wiggle into a better position, a gesture of restraint, however minor. He released her shoulder, straightening where he sat.

"My own story is I too came from Earth. Unlike Pat, I come from a place called America. One moment I was pissing on a tree in the middle of the wilderness, the next moment there was-" Frank started to chuckle. "-some poor Argonian on the ground, discovering the taste of urine." Frank stopped as he laughed. It wasn't a true, powerful laugh though. "After that I met Karst, and Jo, and went towards the Gate to the Shivering Isles but we never reached it. Eventually I ended up here, as one of the head members of this Guild."

"Which reminds me." He slapped the mattress as if there was a button there to change subjects. "You cannot speak a word about Earth to anyone. Tomorrow a group of Mages Guild associates and Savlian's guard are coming to investigate us. We are very different and could be falsely accused of many crimes. We have to hide where we come from. In public please refer to me as Farlin for that reason. I don't mean to sound demanding, but it is rather serious right now."
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To Our Great Archmage,

We have revealed our anxieties concerning the Terra Guild to Count Matius today, shortly after his coronation ceremony. He was not very receptive, only truly considering our claims when the subject matter of Daedra summoning arose.

However, we have obtained the permission of the Count to search the Guild Hall, accompanied by one of his own men, tomorrow. We will send to you our discoveries through the Dream-sleeve.

Your humble associates,
Darliene Semitis
Altern Thumertan