The End of an Era 44 : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Fri May 27, 2011 11:58 am

ooc: Actually, we're just restarting, really. It was kinda in a coma off and on for a bit. We haven't even been to Bruma yet. :whistle:

But welcome back, ~~Nytt~~ Uglius. ^_^

ic: "You what?! Wait.. wait.. Really?" Karst exclaimed quietly, then clapped excitedly. "Oh, this is just too good. The nymphophobe is going on a date! Hahaha!"

Just then, Zant walked in from the cold with snow in his fur and smiled. "Nymphophobe? Is that a real word?"

"Who cares? Point is, Vivian of all people has a date!" Karst informed him happily, clasping her hands together and holding them to her chest. She titled her head to the side, closed her eyes and lifted one leg up daintily behind her, smiling like a lunatic all the while. "Ain't it just the most awesomely perfect definition of irony ever?"

Zant allowed himself a small grin and patted Karst roughly on the head, making her flatten her ears and close her eyes just as she was about to add a little giggle to finish the act. "And you're obnoxious again, which means you're feeling better." He laughed. Zant looked at Vivian, then at Mia's outfit and crossed his arms. "And I assume you're the lucky lass, Mia?"

Walking over to Mia, Karst hugged her and pecked her cheek. In a motherly manner, she plucked this way and that at the dress in spots, adjusting it almost unnoticably. She then stepped back and tilted her head a bit, made another little pull at the neckline and flicked a tiny lock of hair back over Mia's ear on her left side before smiling and crossing her arms. "Hmm.. I think that'll do."

Karst then whirled around and stepped up to Vivian, slipping her hand into her pocket as she moved. When she got there, she put one hand on his side and pulled her other hand from her pocket to whack him on the ass, laughing. As she did so, she slipped a small leather satchel containing fifty gold and one of the rings she'd stolen from the clothier in the Imperial City into his back pocket. She was going to buy some treats for herself and sell the ring in town, but figured Vivian's date was a more noble cause. "Now for you. You need a wardrobe change, Mister Marcy." She commented, then looked up and met his eyes, grinning winking once with the eye opposite where Zant and Mia stood so they'd not see. "Lemme see if I can't find you something decent to wear around here someplace.."

Turning, Karst vanished around a corner and off into the depths of the temple to raid closets. Zant looked over and watched the black tip of her tail flick around the corner before she was gone, then cracked a wide grin. "Well, congrats to you both. I don't think I'm as happy for you guys as she is, but congrats nonetheless."

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:29 am

OOC: STOP COMA'ING! I WANNA JOIN...... ahem.... please?

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:37 am

OOC: I think you'll have to message FC4 or Adeth with your character sheet if you want to join.

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:25 pm

OOC: Already done, ive been talking to them about it for the best part of half a year

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:00 am

IC: Paulus left the armoury, he had no idea who Captain Steffan was, where he was, or even where he was in the temple. He absentmindedly removed his longsword, examining the edges, the point and the guard, before he was satsfied with its appearnce. He walked into the main hall, and headed to the most senior looking of the Blades. An Imperial, Paulus walked to him and began speaking.

"Do you know where I can find Captain Steffan? I need to talk to him about the Spies that have been outside the temple premisises."

"Well, thats me. I'm Captain Steffan. Let me tell you about these Spies..."

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:25 pm

Name: James "Edge" Morasi, aka The Cash Paladin
Age: 28
Gender: male
Race: Imperial
Birthsign The Ritual

Class: Spellsword
Focus: Magic
Skills & Talents:Blade*, Block, Heavy armor, Alteration*, Destruction*, Restoration, Illusion
Class Description:More nimble and athletic than the sorcerer, and better suited for spell-casting than the knight, their attacks are unpredictable. Students of combat and magic, Spellswords are spellcasting specialists trained to support Imperial troops in skirmish and in battle. Veteran spellswords are prized as mercenaries, and well-suited for careers as adventurers and soldiers-of-fortune.
(*= his talents)

General Appearance:a tall well build Imperial, strong legs and arms but not really standing out in this culture
Hair:dark blonde hair in a short haircut
Eyes: blue eyes, his right appears slightly lighter than the other
Notes:scars, tattoos and other notable things

General clothing:Orcish helmet, shoulder armor and greaves, steel boots, cuirass and special enchanted ebony gauntlets decorated with copper colored strings with thorns between the redish copperbased alloy and the black ebony, enchanted with a shield enchantment on his arms and a fireball spell that will damage flesh and mana
Additional clothing: when he is in the city for longer then a night's stay he will store his armor and wear a white shirt, brown vest, black coat and dark brown trousers and brown shoes.
Weapons: a silver/glass claymore, highly decorated handguard and wavy, plantlike paterns crawling up the blade which is made out of deep emerald green glass in the top half and the core completely while silver on the lower half 2/3 of the blade covering both edges, it is enchanted with a powerful spell of damaging poison that seeps from the blade once the enchantment is activated, it takes a while to recharge when the poison has been used (after 3 to 5 swings it should be gone for a minute)
Misc. Items:he does not travel light: in his backpack he keeps his food (2 to 4 days with jerky and bread, he tries to find/buy fruit each day) his maps (map of Colovia, Tamriel, Skyrim and North Cyrodiil, Cryodiil overall map) and his survival suplies (tent canvas, ropes, woodenpins, sticks, tinderbox) and he keeps his gold in a pouch and in a secret stash

Personality:James in a kind, gentile person, but he is also battle hardened and sometimes stubborn, at first sight he appears like a rough guy and a bit depressed but his intentions are these days more noble and although takes time before really trusting someone he is loyal to friends. In battle he enjoys chopping down the weaker enemies that get in his path and he loves watching the bones fly around when he gives a big blow to a skeleton (yes, the personality will get more developed throughout the roleplay)
Brief History:
he has been a mercenary for nearly 10 years since he joined a group of colovian mercenaries when he was 18, it was tough working but because they worked as a group contracts were relatively easy and James had friends who tought him the tricks of the job. In his time as the rookie of the group he was given the nickname 'Edge flame', or Edge for short, because he wielded a unique claymore and a nasty firespell which he often combines in a flaming strike, edge sticked and he now it's his nickname for everyone. He always was religious and could become very dangerous against necromancers, undead and daedra and he became known as the Cash Paladin because as a mercenary for hire he was quite expensive but also very succesful against undead minnions.

a few weeks ago (I'm guessing) he and his group of mercenaries were in Kvatch to contact some rich highclass guy who had a contract. Unfortuantely for them Kvatch was sacked the night after they had arrived and while they tried to defend themselves only James made it out alive that night. He saw his best friend getting killed by arrows and fireballs, it still haunts him in his sleep from time to time.

about a week ago he arrived at Bruma and when he was trying to find work the guard captain Burd gave him a contract to help with the protection of the city, hunting down Daedra that were roaming the lands south of the city.
(IC comming soon, propably within the next 3 hours)

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:55 pm

Adeth listened carefully what Iris said and appreciated every word. Infact, he took them to heart and nodded with an obvious grin on his face. 'Thanks Iris.' He said and looked a bit nervous for a second. 'I won't let you down, nor will I let the group down.' Adeth nodded vigorously and stood up. He walked after Paulus with new confidence. Being comforted, treated like an advlt and a tiny confidence boost was all that was needed to get him on a good mood. A sense of being needed and noted.

(crappy post, but I just need to warm up a bit

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» Fri May 27, 2011 8:01 pm

Tim looked up at the sky, it was still cloudy, It's going to rain again. he thought to himself, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and sulked towards the church, he fancied getting some more information about the Count's supposed, "Secret" plan to recruit mercenaries for the heroes of Kvatch. Tim smiled slightly, the thought of those heroes made his eyes water, he had remembered seeing the fires of Kvatch from bruma, his grandparents had died in that town, along with any hope for a normal life.

He felt the piece of bread that was still warm, he closed his eyes and tried to get rid of the hunger. He didn't dare take another bite incase he wouldn't stop, he knew it'd be another weak before he got enough money for more food. So, he'd have to wait until the sun had gone down. Maybe then he would be able to steal breadcrusts from the inn.

As he walked past a large manor house, he spyed the church; it was the unnofficial gossip hive of the poor, those who didn't have the money to buy a drink and talk over a table, they huddled together on the steps and talked, it was sociable, about as sociable as you got if you were poor, but if you were part of a gang, sometimes, it could end painful.

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:01 am

Name: Listien Arthe

Race: Breton

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Occupation: Mercenary (when he needs money)

Skills: Speechcraft, Illusion, Light Armor (low), Blade (low)

Appearance: light skin, shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, lean build, clean-shaven

Equipment: light chainmail shirt, leather greaves and boots, steel shortsword, enchanted ring (boosts Illusion skill)

Bio: If there was one word to describe Listien, it would be "Hypocrite." He hates people who are lazy, even though he never lifts a finger unless he has to. He hates overly prideful people, even though he considers himself above most others. He hates liars, despite the fact that he spins miraculous tales to get what he wants. And he hates betrayers, even though he would make a deal with the devil to save his own hide, no matter how much he hated himself for it. Usually light and jovial, whenever he thinks about his hypocrisy he sinks into a depression until he manages to lie to himself.

Ever since he was young, Listien was able to get what he wanted out of people just by talking to them. While he showed some promise in the school of Illusion, he gave up on most of his studies when he completed a quest for a noble and received a magical ring as a reward. The ring simply made Illusion spells come to him more easily, and he has come to rely on it and wears it always. He mainly carries a sword and wears chainmail to make him more appealing to prospective clients, and, though he is more skilled in their use than the average peasant, he has little ability to use them.

Listien was in Chorrol when he heard that Bruma was hiring a lot of mercenaries, so he set off on the Orange Road, on the way to Bruma. Once there, he was quickly hired and set to work hunting Daedra that were in the area.

» Fri May 27, 2011 1:47 pm

He had listened silently and chuckled softly as he listened to how Iris spoke to Adeth. She was like a mother to the imperial in a sense. "Alright." he said softly and looked around abit, his attention slightly diverted from the task at hand as he smelled allot more people there than what he had thought.

» Fri May 27, 2011 3:34 pm

Name: Viuven-Ru
Gender: Male
Race: Person of the Root ("Argonian" in elven)
Age: 21
Birthsign: The Shadow

Height: 6'2"
Eye Color: Crimson
Hair Style: N/A (Viuven has spinities!)
Skin Color: Red with splashes of green

Class: Shadowscale
Class Focus: Shadowscales are born under the sign of The Shadow. They are a cult based within the Black Marshes of Argonia who work hand in hand with the Dark Brotherhood. The first born of every villaige on the first night of The Shadow is taken to be trained as a Shadowscale, as this Argonian is imbued with a natural ability of stealth. Shadowscales are agile and swift.

Major Skills: Stealth, Illusion, Martial Arts, Halberds, Acrobatics, Athletics, Tracking

General Appearance: http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p204/HK-50/Viuven5.jpg http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p204/HK-50/ViuvenwithHerliefatanAyliedRuin.jpg
Apparel Worn Most Often: Most often, Viuven wears a simple black robe, if anything at all. Viuven's modesty leaves something to be desired.
Apparel worn least often: In dangerous situations, Viuven-Ru wears http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p204/HK-50/ViuvenwearingOkan-RusBlackChainmail.jpg
Weapons: Viuven-Ru rarely needs any weapon aside from his own body. However, in a more dangerous scenario, he uses his fathers halberd, Herlief.

Spells: Viuven possesses a magickal block that prevents him from using even the most basic of spells. However, as a natural-born Shadowscale, he can hide himself from view with the curtain of invisibility at will.

Mental Description: Viuven-Ru is not the brightest fellow to walk the land of Nirn. He has only been using Tamrielic for a year, and so his grammatical skills are somewhat. . . lacking. Viuven follows orders easily, though he questions immoral commands. He has a strong sense of morality, but his lack of general intelligence makes him easily fooled. Viuven is quiet and generally introverted by nature. He has strong beliefs in purity of life and the wrongness of corruption and mutation.

This stems from his dislike -one could even go so far as to call it hatred- of lycanthropes and vampires, but more so from his mental 'condition'. Viuven-Ru is schizophrenic with multiple personality disorder. He pents and traps his emotions inside him until they build up into another person made solely of pure emotion - emotion that most often translates into unmitigated rage, anger and lust for violence. This 'Beast', as Viuven calls it, is something with which he has struggled for years, and his only defense to keeping his sanity is the mental shielding he has built up. As a result, he is not easily influenced by many emotions, and mind-affecting spells often have little effect on him as well.

Brief History: (Or not so brief, in my case!): Viuven-Ru was born under the sign of the Shadow in the small town of Moonmarch; one of a set of twins. It was not long after his birth when the Dark Brotherhood came to take Viuven and his brother, Hrisska, to become Shadowscales. Viuven's parents managed to keep him hidden, but Hrisska was found by the Dark Brotherhood, and injured in the process. The Argonian would grow up to be a Shadowscale dubbed 'Scar-Tail'.

At an early age, Viuven was trained in the martial forms of the priests of Hun-Marka; the nature goddess worshipped by the citizens of Moonmarch. The town of Moonmarch was prosperous during Viuven's early childhood, and he was a kind and gentle boy with an outgoing personality.

The priests took a special interest in Viuven, giving him paticular and favored training. He had "The Gift", they said. Invisibility was in his blood. Viuven found he could turn invisible at will, having been born under the sign of the Shadow, but that he could do it without voicing a spell and could retain the invisibility indefinately. Apart from this, Viuven found all other areas of magick extremely difficult to utilize.

It all went to hell when Viuven was five years old. A school of werecrocodiles came to Moonmarch for food. Viuven's best friend, Vi-Wasus, was eaten before his eyes by the lycanthrope. This event destroyed Moonmarch's economy, and scarred Viuven for life.

From that point, everything went wrong.

Moonmarch was constatly plagued by troubles of every kind each year after that. A famine one year, a plague the next, a raid from a hostile Naga tribe or even a deceptive Sarpa thief who stole precious artifacts from the Temple of Hun-Marka, the only stone building in the town (for workable stone was extremely rare and very valuable in Black Marsh). Worse turned to worst when Moonmarch was attacked by a slaver band. Viuven's sister and mother were taken.

Driven by rage and a curse that Viuven shared (The curse of the 'Beast', the priestesses of Hun-Marka called it), Okan-Ru, Viuven's father, went out in search of the slavers, taking with him only his halberd, Herlief.

The village of Moonmarch never saw Okan-Ru again. A year after Okan-Ru's dissappearance, Viuven at 14 years of age went out in search of his father. He tracked him for months until he reached Onyx Cave at the border of Black Marsh and Cyrodiil; east of Leyawiin. Inside, Viuven found his father murdering the slaver band who had kidnapped his mother and sister a year before.

This was the point in time when Viuven went insane. This was the point where Viuven's own Beast was birthed; a birthing process which resulted in Okan-Ru lying in a pool of his own blood, slain by his own son in a fit of righteous anger. In Viuven's eyes, Okan had become no better than the slavers. Far worse, in fact, since he was killing them instead of kidnapping them.

It had been three years since he murdered his father when Viuven spoke to another living being. He had spent the time in solace and meditation in the jungles and swamps. He emerged a few months before the Oblivion crisis in the city of Leyawiin. Viuven tolerated the racist comments that he quickly started gathering; he was an ample target because of his mangled speech and low intillect.

It took only a week of living in Leyawiin for Viuven to leave and sign up with the Imperial Legion. He was taken to a training camp west of Skingrad along with some other new recruits. It took some time, but Viuven began to open up to them. After displaying exceptional prowess in defending the training camp from a necromancer's attack, the small unit that Viuven was a member of was promoted directly into the Blades and transferred to Cloud Ruler Temple, where they began the important job of fighting in the Oblivion Crisis.

OOC: Hey y'all! Bringin' up an old character of mine for the RP, now that I have my RL things all settled out. Aulakauss has already done it a one-over, so I'm gonna post on up.

IC: Cloud Ruler Tempe. Slitted crimson eyes blinked slowly as the cloaked man looked over the ancient Akaviri stronghold. The stone paraqets were lightly dusted with snow, as he remembered. The cobblestone path leading up to the old temple was as narrow and treacherous as it ascended up the mountainside as he remembered. The gate was just as creaked and heavy as he remembered. A small smile graced the edge of his lips as the groaning of the main gate brought back memories. Oh so many memories he had of this place... all recent, if buried under countless stressful memories.

It felt like years ago, though Viuven-Ru knew it had only been a matter of months since he had last been in Cloud Ruler Temple. He tugged his pack up over his shoulder a bit more, forcing his feet up the steps one by one as he returned to the Temple. Alone. He hadn't wanted to return to Cloud Ruler Temple without the rest of his unit. Viuven was a hair's edge from saying 'Damn the orders to Oblivion!' and going on his merry way. Even now, as he ascended the steps of Cloud Ruler Temple's courtyard and met eyes with the veteran Blades, Viuven knew what he should have done. He should have taken his betrothed and left Cyrodiil altogether. He should have brought his love to the swampy murks of Black Marsh for the second time, but stayed in the swamps and lived out his life until his scales dulled and until Jordanna's golden hair turned silver.

But he knew it, and she knew it. The Empire needed every soldier and every Blade it had to fight the Daedric hordes. After the war was over... then Viuven could resign his commission and get away from the bloodshed. For now, though... for now Viuven ascended the steps into Cloud Ruler Temple and pulled his black robe tighter around him. He drew the hood tighter down over his head to protect his scales from the buffeting, bonechilling winds. Viuven reached into his satchel and withdrew the letter of transfer he'd received while on station near Leyawiin; the orders that called for him and him alone to leave the unit and return to Cloud Ruler Temple. His betrothed, the Altmer mage Jordanna, would be in charge of the unit from that point forth.

Viuven pushed open the doors into the main hall of Cloud Ruler Temple and entered swiftly. He let the doors shut swiftly and the sudden barrage of wind on his ears ceased, replaced by the gentle crackle of the massive fireplace and the soft murmur of conversation. Viuven pushed his hood back as his crimson eyes flicked around the familiar chamber.

The soft wood under his bare feet. The echo of an angel's gentle laughter floating through the air...

The Argonian shook the memory away quickly and walked with due haste into the room. The warm chamber made his blood surge, and everything took on crystal clarity as Viuven's scales warmed up, soaking up the heat like a sponge. He made his way towards the first people he could see, a group of three. With transfer papers in hand, Viuven glanced at the letter of transfer once, skimming to the bottom.

"Excuse me," Viuven said as he approached, "Transfer orders from me to Vivian. Knows who does where Vivian is?" He clasped his hands in front of him apologetically as he slid his hood back, revealing his muzzle, "Been away for much time from Cloud Ruler Temple. Know I not all who stationed in place of this."

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:15 am

ooc: Who the hell are you? Get off my lawn! *beats with walker*

Welcome back, HK. I missed ya.

ic: Karst zipped off upstairs, bursting through the door to her room and startling Odeen, the poor alchemist spilling a flask of water on himself and yelping. Karst immediately ran over to him, full of apologies.

"Oh, crap. Odeen, I'm so sorry.. I forgot you were in here. Are.. are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need healing?"

The alchemist nodded his scaled head. "I'm fine, I think. I just got water on my robe. It's fine, really. Don't worry about me." He explained. Karst hung there a moment longer with an 'I know you're lying, dammit.' look on her furry elven face. When he saw that look, he cringed a little. "I.. It.. it's fine. It was hot water, but.. it doesn't hurt too much. I'm okay, really. Ow.. I'm fine."

The little Khajiit made a slightly annoyed sound and roughly nudged his hand from the injury on his leg to place her own on it. Cool restorative magicka coursed through him and Karst gave him a kind smile, grabbing his oddly shaped reptilian head and holding him by the cheeks, forcing eye contact. "What have I told you about asking me to heal you?" She demanded like a mother asking a child to recall a house rule he'd broken.

"That.. that it's no trouble." He admitted, a little ashamed as usual.

"Good boy." Karst pecked him on the snout between his eyes and flitted off to the closets to search for attire for Vivian, leaving Odeen feeling a little awkward. I know I should be used to this from her, but.. it's so.. strange. He thought, pouring more water from a pitcher to refill the lost liquid and resuming his alchemy. Affection was so alien to the timid reptile that most of her antics fell on deaf ears, metaphorically speaking.

After a minute or two, Karst turned around and held up a slightly fancy black shirt with gold buttons coat and a pair of similar colored slacks. "What do you think of these?" She asked him. Odeen frowned as best as a reptile could and wondered what exactly it was she wanted from him here.

"It's uhh.. Nice." He sputtered just to say something after a brief but awkward silence. He didn't want to kill her good mood by being quiet when he shouldn't. She seemed to accept this, tossed the clothes on the bed and resumed rummaging, tail flicking behind her as she busied herself raiding some poor Blade's spare clothing. Odeen breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Alchemy.
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Zan'Tarre turned as an Argonian entered the hall. He was a slightly odd looking fellow from what Zant could tell, in a black robe with a letter of some sort.

"Excuse me," The Argonian said as he approached, "Transfer orders from me to Vivian. Knows who does where Vivian is?"

Vivian? As in.. frequently molested by my sister while trying to be serious Vivian? Zant wondered, repressing a smile, There's no way in hell someone gave an order to transfer someone to us unless.. I wonder if Iris finally managed to get us some Empire support? I'll have to thank her later if so..

The man clasped his hands in an apologetic gesture and lowered his hood, revealing a head of spines and the rest of his snout. "Been away for much time from Cloud Ruler Temple. Know I not all who stationed in place of this."

He talks kinda odd, but.. Who am I to judge? Aloud, Zant addressed the robed newcomer with mild confusion. "Uhm.. Vivian.. has an appointment to attend to and isn't available right now. Can I take a message for him?" Zant half lied, not wanting his friend to get tied up on some official mumbo-jumbo when he had a date to be going on.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:39 pm

A slight hiss escaped through Viuven's fangs as he shifted. He didn't come all this way just to find the man he was to report to 'unavailable'. The Argonian arched a brow slightly as he turned to regard the Khajiit. "Traveled miles from Leyawiin to get here quickly, as the orders said... only unavailable Vivian to be?" Viuven's eyes narrowed slightly. "In a transfer from other Blades, I came quickly. Much haste, the letter from Jauffre specified, to get here before off on another assignment traveled."

Viuven hissed again softly, "Where Vivian's unit is, then? Traveled a long way..." Viuven shifted the heavy pack on his back again. Within it was a single change of clothing and his father's chainmail. A simple leather strap attached Herlief to the travel pack. Having traveled all this way, Viuven was cold, irritable and tired. He wanted nothing more than to get settled down for some rest, if at all possible.

» Fri May 27, 2011 12:57 pm

After another minute or so, a rather short period of time from when she'd left, Karst came running back, two outfits in hand; the nice looking black one with a little bow tie she'd found and a rather more simple one that she though Vivian might like even if she wasn't so fond of that was simply a set of middle-upperclass pants and a shirt, nowhere near as fancy as the black outfit but still better than his current garb.

In the mean time, Zant tried to weasel his, and Vivian's, way out of this situation. He was good at this sort of thing so long as nothing ruined it. "Well, I'm part of that unit, if you could call us such a thing. We're.. more a band of adventurers and assorted odds and ends trying to do what we can to help. Until he gets back, though, I can probably help you with whatever it is that you need--"

The elder Khajiit was cut off by his younger sibling's excited voice and her bootsteps thumping up to them. She shoved the garments into Vivian's arms forcibly and gave him a little smile. "There, Mister Vivian. Whaddaya think?" She asked happily, then looked over as her brother set his face in his gauntleted hand. "What's your issue?"

"Son of a [censored], Karst.." He groaned, then looked at the Argonian. "Look.. Vivian could use some time off from this stuff, he's got a personal outing planned and I'm willing to take up the job of seeing to it you get.. whatever it is Jauffre wanted you to get from us. Sorry for lying, just.. Didn't want to be rude." Zant apologized, and looked over at Karst. The littler Khajiit had shrunk against the wall with a nervous little smile on her face, fidgeting with her hands and knowing she'd screwed something up. She waved meekly at the newcomer and managed a small "Hi.." before mouthing 'Sorry.' to Zant. Zant just sighed, ears back a notch.

Gods damn it. He thought, Just my luck, though..

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:40 am

Viuven felt his scales shift a slight bit of a brighter red as he realized that the man standing right there was, in fact, Vivian. And worse yet, had said nothing! The Argonian shifted his gaze to the young albino Khajiit, Karst. The family resemblance was plainly obvious between the two.

"I understand." Viuven said, though it came out more of a hiss than a spoken statement. "You saw to waste my time as better than telling the truth, but-" His eyes fell on the clothes Karst had carried in for Vivian. It was obvious Vivian was going on a special evening. Viuven could remember all too well when he'd been in a similar situation recently. The ends of his mouth quirked upward in a knowing smile, "Yes, understand very well. I suppose until morning the transfer wait can?"

It had been some time since Viuven was last in Cloud Ruler Temple, and he was looking forward to shedding the gear of travel and warming up. His eyes glistened as the fire roared along the side of the main hall. And after a lonely walk, some conversation would be nice. Oh Jordanna, why have they divided us?

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:00 am

OOC: Sorry, been busy, thanks for giving me a reason to post HK!

IC: "No no, it's okay." Vivian said quickly, holding up both sets of clothes and looking at them with a grim, displeased visage. If talking with this man kept him from wearing that black suit thing, by all means he'd talk. He'd just walked out of the kitchen when Karst had rushed him with the clothes, though, so had not been standing beside the Argonian the entire time.

"I just came from the kitchen, sorry about the wasting of time. But thanks for trying Zant. I hadn't expected any transfer sort of thing to come to me..." Vivian set both sets of clothes on the nearby entry hall table, and held out a hand to the Argonian.

"Vivian Marcy, apparently instated to some high position without my knowledge. Transfers... usually don't take long do they? I'm not familiar with the process."

» Fri May 27, 2011 11:29 am

OOC: Welcome back FC. I hear you've been AWOL a few days!

IC: Viuven extended a chilled hand to greet Vivian and shake his hand. The Argonian was still chilled to his bones by the walk up the mountain. Despite being only partially cold-blooded, Viuven was still highly affected by the cold, and he could feel the weariness beating down on his brow. His eyes slowly were sparkling with further awareness, however, as the heat from the fire slowly warmed him. Viuven still wouldn't feel better until he had a chance to fully absorb some heat and get some rest.

"Viuven-Ru," He hissed to Vivian, "And first transfer this for me. Long or short depends you on." He cleared his throat some, glancing around, "Honestly to be, warmth is what I need. Warmth and rest. From Leyawiin travel all this way on a long journey."

So doesn't realize he's a leader? Well, told to report to him, so to him I speak now. Sounds much like others did in our unit. Realize who was in charge didn't quite we, and seems same here.

"Know that with your group assigned I now am." Viuven continued, handing over the letter from Jauffre. Had it been a year earlier, Viuven would still have been terrified of speaking in front of so many people in Cyrodiilic. He had only known the language a few short years, and grammar was still something he struggled to grasp.

» Fri May 27, 2011 1:14 pm

Name: http://s173.photobucket.com/albums/w41/pandut/?action=view¤t=Lizardman1.png
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Age: 31

Height: 6'5
Eye Color: Crimson
Hair Style: Fins
Skin Color: Green, yellow, traces of orange

Class: Freelancer
Class Focus: Combat

Major Skills: *Blade, Light Armor, Heavy Armor, *Blunt, *Athletics, Hand to Hand

General Appearance:
Tattoos/Scars:
Apparel Worn Most Often: Chainmail Cuirass, Large Steel Shoulder Pads, Orcish Gauntlets, Iron Greaves
Apparel worn least often: Red Shirt, Black Pants.
Weapons: http://s173.photobucket.com/albums/w41/pandut/?action=view¤t=Pikeaxe.jpg (Shock Damage), and Dwarven Longsword
Misc Items: Food, Gold, Map, Crimson Bead Necklace made by his Mother.

Spells: Uses none.

Mental Description: Devious, Calculating, and Smart. Three words to describe Teegus. He has excellent control over his temper, but can sometimes loose it while enduring a lot. He's calm most of the time, and incredibly social. Though he has a small problem with following orders, but works together with the people that hired him.

Brief History: Teegus is a professional Mercenary known all around Cyrodill. He was hired by the Imperial Legionnaire and Fighters Guild dozens of time. His specially made Steel Pike is well feared among his enemy's, it was specially crafted and enchanted for him as a reward for his help. The Mage that enchanted it, made it so it would never go dull, cause a small amount of Shock damage. The Made also used a spell that allowed the Pike to be folded up (Like one of those fold up chairs), doing so would allow the pike to be used as an axe.

He travels alone, not really having any sort of home, he spends his time exploring and fulfilling contracts.

Teegus was recently hired by the Bruma Guard to help stop Marauder Raids on the Bruma Outskirts. But he fears it was not the only reason...

Misc Facts:
*Is an incredibly good guitarist, but does not want to admit it.
*Does not use any Magicka at all, only in his Enchanted Pike.
*Has a very dark history, only a handful of people know about it.
*Was born with a rare digitigrade gene.

Teegus sat down at a table, in front of a large map in the Guards Barracks. Several other Guards were seated next to him, Captain Burd was standing in front of the map. ''The Marauders and Bandits have been spotted, raiding caravans and merchants on the main road leading to and from Bruma'' he began, pointing at the map. He continued, ''Some civilians on the outskirts reported that they are even raiding small farms, warehouses and homes.'' Burd then pointed at Teegus, ''Luckily our mercenary friend here, hired by the Count, has a lot of experience dealing with Raiders.''

Teegus then stood, ''Indeed so'' He said, and walked to the map. The areas where the Bandits raided were marked in red, he studied them for a few seconds. ''I've dealt with Bandits that raided in similar patterns like this'' He nodded, ''Bandits like this usually have a base of operations, probably a cave system, can I have quill for a second?'' Burd nodded with an unsure look, and handed him a quill from the table. ''Thank you'' Teegus then began drawing a line, connecting all the raid zones into a crooked line. He nodded, then began mumbling to himself. Finally he drew a shape connecting to the crooked line, on the right side of the main road.

He stopped, and turned, ''What cave systems are in this area?'' He asked and pointed to the strange half circle he drew on the map. ''None, other then the Plundered Mine'' said Burd, he then pointed where in was in the circle, ''Right there, but it was overrun by goblins years ago'' He sighed. ''But...We haven't had many reports of Goblins around the Mine, which is odd, even for us, perhaps the Bandits cleared it out?'' Teegus nodded, ''Its possible, is the mine connects to the main road, where most merchants and caravans travel down, it would be an excellent spot for Bandits and raiders.'' Burd put his hand up to chin, ''Alright'' He said. ''This is really the only lead we have, so we'll go ahead with it'' He then turned to his Men. ''Gear up!'' He said loudly, ''We leave in two hours!''

» Fri May 27, 2011 11:59 am

OOC: Well, you know... women... so distracting.

Badger Nine, you can control captain Steffan if you wish.

IC: Vivian smiled, though in the back of his mind he was sorting through the words into a style of talk he could easier converse with. The Argonian's grammar was... lacking. But he got the gist of 'need heat' rather quickly, and the fact that the Argonian had no idea concerning transfer procedure either. Which worked in Vivian's favor. Meant he didn't have to follow any procedure.

"Well, then, you should probably get over to the fire quickly and warm yourself up." Vivian released the Argonian's chilled hand and moved to a chair by the fire, patting it. "Also... what do you happen to be good at doing? Archery, polearms, healing?" Vivian needed to know quickly the skills of his newest comrade, if he truly was indeed the leader of this merry band.

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:26 pm

>.< if you were waiting for a reason to post i could have done something a few weeks ago lol.. ah well

Mia heard the argonian speak behind her wanting Vivian, causing a sigh to escape her lips. It was almost if someone didn't even want either her of Vivian to go out this evening. Slowly she turned around and walked out behind Vivian, and looked at the newcomer, giving him a once over. The Argonian spoke strangely, meaning he didn't know the language all too well yet.

Despite what Karst and Zant were trying to do to make sure Vivian didn't have to do anything tonight, Vivian seemed eager to talk to the Argonian and not get himself ready, which Made Mia a little disappointed. For someone who suggested we do this, He seems to be awfully weasger to postpone it as long as possible.. She thought to herself as she made herself visible by everyone there.

"When you are ready Vivian we should get going before it gets too dark.. wouldn't want me to catch a cold now would we?" She said with a smile and looked back at the Argonian, who seemed to be familiar to her, yet she could not figure out why.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:48 pm

Viuven moved over gratefully and took the seat by the fire. He untied his robe, letting the chest hang open to reveal his lean, but fit, torso as he soaked up the warm heat. He could feel his blood pumping faster and thicker through his veins as he opened his eyes, not having realized he closed them.

"Skills with bow or healing quite not what find with me. With me, better am I without weapon or armor to hinder. Martials." Viuven said. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his mind to try and make more sense as he realized his focus on speech was slipping. "Less skillful with most bow or magick." Viuven repeated, "More skillful without a weapon, or with Herleif." In the latter, he patted the murky black blade of the halberd strapped to the pack that he set on the floor beside the chair.

"Good with tracking." Viuven continued, "And underestimate no the sneakiness." With a fang-filled snarl, his best approximation of a human smile, Viuven mentally reached down to his blood and drew on the magick there. Within a moment and without any flashy spells, he simply faded from view. A second later, he immediately reappeared as he released his grip on the threads that wove through his veins.

"Shadowscale." He explained simply, "Born but not taken by Dark Brotherhood."

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:22 pm

Vivian chilled almost imperceptibly at the words of the Argonian, but to those watching it would appear he was simply awed by the Argonian's skill. But he was anything but simply awed. He knew the Shadowscales well. He had to kill one of them, a renegade. Long ago. Ocheeva never told him for certain if she was a shadowscale as well, but Vivian would not have been surprised if she was.

"Born but not taken by the Dark Brotherhood." Those words were what made Vivian truly turn stony. For a few moments he stared down at the Argonian, arms folded. He escaped. He escaped the Dark Brotherhood. But how? How did he manage not to be taken by the Dark Brotherhood? Does he know about me then? Or did he never actually join?

"When you are ready Vivian we should get going before it gets too dark.. wouldn't want me to catch a cold now would we?" Mia spoke up, knocking the thoughts off their course. He looked over to her with an 'oh' expression, then smiled. "Yes, yes, we wouldn't want that at all." He told her, before turning back to Viuven-Ru with a similar smile.

"I would like to continue this little interview later tonight, but I have a things I must do right now. I'm sure you'll be very helpful within the group." Vivian told him, before moving to the table and looking at the two choices of clothing Karst had given him. Nervously he looked up at Mia.

"If I actually have to wear either of these, does it have to be this one?" He inquired, pointing at the lavished black getup. He was in no mood to wear something so extravagant.

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:57 pm

Mia hadn't noticed the garments until Vivian pointed them out, causing her to giggle. "Oh come now Vivian.. live a little. Since when have you gone out for a night with a lovely girl? You don't have to if you don't want to, but without the tie, I think it would be fitting for the evening hmm?" Mia said and smiled.

"After all I don't think Jauffre would be too impressed if the man taking his 'daughter' out for dinner was dressed in your current attire do you think?" She continued and then turned to the Argonian.

"I apologise for taking him away from you, but plans have been made. I'm sure you understand perfectly If i'm not mistaken about who you are" Mia told the Argonian with a knowing smile before going back to Vivian to see what he was going to decided.

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:25 pm

Viuven nodded once to Vivian. The man obviously had other things on his mind... specifically the woman. He suspected he'd seen her before during a past visit to Cloud Ruler Temple, but Viuven couldn't place her in his memory. Not that it mattered, of course. To him, she was just another Blade among the others.

"Enjoy your evening." Viuven said to Vivian as the man walked off to concern himself with the preparation for his date. He soaked up heat for a few more moments, then bound his robe tight and stood up, turning to the room again.

"Yes, I understand." Viuven replied to Mia. Now he recalled her face. She was one of the ones in the dining chamber when he proposed to Jordanna. She probably remembered what fools they'd made of themselves there. The memory was a good one, and brought a smile to his lips.

"So in this unit, who is?" He asked, looking around. It would be important to know who he was going to be working with.

» Fri May 27, 2011 6:52 pm

Two hours later, Teegus, Captain Burd, and four other Guards stood at the Main Gate, 2 of the Guards were Archers, while the other two were swordsmen. Teegus stood beside Burd, all the Guards wore the standard-issue Bruma Armor, it had an incredibly bright yellow color to it, making them stand out like a sore thumb. Ain't going to be very helpful when we need to be sneaky... Teegus thought. He had stuck with his Normal Armor, a Chainmail Cuirass with a Steel Shoulder pad attached to each side, Light Leather Greaves, and Orcish Gauntlets, he could not wear Boots, or shoes because of his digitigrade feet. ''Alright, heres how this going to work!'' Burd Boomed with his deep Nord-ish voice. ''We think that the Bandits are held up in the Plundered Mine, its connected to the road, so we cant miss it!'' Teegus then walked forward a bit, ''When we get outside!'' He began, ''We will immediately fall into the treeline! Why? To avoid any detection from Bandits on the road, if one of em' were to see us, he'd be able to report back and the Bandits would either leave, or prepare for an attack!'' He paused for a moment, ''We'll need to move fast in order to get there fast, and hit them fast.'' He turned and nodded to Burd, who nodded towards the two guards guarding the main gate. They moved forward and opened the gate slowly.

Immediately Teegus moved forward, out of Bruma, and into the Treeline. Burd and the four Guards followed suit, but Teegus's digitigrade feet allowed him to run faster than normal people, he was already far ahead of the Guards before he realized it. He stopped, crouched down, and waited for a few seconds, when the Burd and his men caught up, Teegus continued on, more slowly, so that they could catch up with him. They continued for several minutes, then Teegus suddenly froze and stuck up his arm, signaling for a halt. The signal came so fast it caused Burd to stumble, he regained his footing and signaled his men to crouch down. Teegus was already crouching, and staring through a small opening in the Treeline, kneeling low, so he could not be spotted. There, he saw a small fire, and kneeling by the fire, were two Men. Bandits. Teegus grinned, showing off his long fang-like teeth, he looked behind the two men and saw a large rock, with a battered up door connected to it. Burd slowly moved beside Teegus, ''I was right'' Teegus whispered, still having that evil grin on his face. Burd was impressed, but tried not to show it, he signaled for two of his men to move up, his two archers.

Burd signaled with his hands, gesturing to his men to take the Bandits by the fire out. The two nodded and took up positions.

''By Akatosh, I'm freezing! '' Said Ra'kel, poking the fire with his sword, ''I think we need more wood''. The other Bandit sighed annoyingly, ''The fires good the way it is'' He said. He was sitting against a rock by the fire, he then looked up, ''Shouldn't all that fur you have keep you warm enough? Or is it just for decoration?'' He chuckled, Ra'kel growled at his Nord-ish partner and turned around and stared into the forest. He had never wanted to be a Bandit, sure it was good work, and you got a lot of souvenirs, but it wasn't the life Ra'kel wanted, that, and the rest of the Bandits treated him like scum because of his young age. They thought he would ruin all of their plans, so they never gave him anything fun to do. Just guard, guard, and guard the entrance of their hideout. He turned around and was about to sit by the fire, when he heard a whizzing sound, then a sudden thump on his back.

He felt colder than he ever was when he realized: He had been shot. The arrow svcked whatever strength he had almost instantly, and he fell to the ground. His partner stood up immediately and began to run over to him, just as another arrow flew out of the forest and nailed him square in the forehead. He was dead before he hit the ground.

''Good shot'' Burd whispered, ''Lets move!'' They moved out of the Treeline quickly and quietly, like wolves stalking prey.
Teegus ran ahead of them to check the bodies, he knelt down beside the Nord Bandit, began searching him. ''What are you doing?'' whispered Burd. Still searching, Teegus found a pulled out a small Key, ''They're likely to keep the door locked, so we'll need the key''. He handed the Key to Burd, then moved to the next body, it was a Khajiit, and pretty young by the looks of it. Teegus removed the arrow from the Khajiit's back and flipped him over. And to his surprise, the Khajiit began coughing. He was still alive! Burd knelt down beside the Khajiit, ''We could use him for questioning'' He whispered, Teegus nodded. Burd then stood, ''Keel!'' He said, one of the Guard Swordsmen walked up to him, ''Sir!'' He blurted out. Burd gestured towards the wounded Khajiit, ''Take him back to the Barracks, have one of the Doctors look at him, and make sure he Lives!''. Keel saluted, scooped up the Khajiit and slowly headed back to Bruma. ''Wilhelm, go with him'' Burd said and the other Swordsmen ran after Keel.

''We're down two men, but I think we can take em' still'' He said to Teegus, whom was busy rummaging trough a box by the fire. ''Thats alright'' He replied, he chuckled as he pulled out a sack full of Leather armor. ''Stealth is key'' He placed the sack on the ground and went back to the box, he then pulled out a pair of Armor Cuirass's. He tossed the armor at the remaining two guards and handed the sack of leather armor to Burd.

''You'll need to change your armor though'' He said.

OOC: Gerrk! Sorry for the incredibly long post :wacko: