Nolarm awakens upon the new sunny day as the sun brightly shines upon his face, He then closes his eyes he then raised his hand over the sun rays blocking the sun from his face, He picks him self up and but then falls back down onto his stomach, He looked down to his foot as he could see a large cut on his leg.

Nolarm was alarmed by a scurrying noise behind his back as he turned his head he could see a armless zombie moving around he pulled his arms to the ground and pulled himself to a wall full of moss and overgrown plants he pulled a large plant onto his chest hiding his lower body from the sight of the long time dead zombie.

After Ten minutes of waiting for the zombie to stumble off the zombie still does'nt leave the location, Nolarm only being able to see one portion of the room due to the darkness he uses his spell of night eye which allows him see the full room in the dark, The room was a very large room with many gas chambers around the room the room was only inhabited with the lone zombie and nolarm.

Due to Nolarm's spell cast the zombie seem to notice it and started to slowly walk to him nolarm was left with no choice but to kill it, The zombie came with in A few feat to nolarm, Nolarm then ragged his hand into the dirt and jumped upon onto the zombie from it and casted his flame touch spell the flames enflamed the zombies corpse as it set alight the zombie stumbled back due to the hit from nolarm as it was still enlit it ran across the room as it fell into a spike pit, Nolarms night eye spell then ran out and he was then left alone in the dark mystic ruin chamber.

"I dare say you dont have a bad hand at dealing with the undead yourself."
Light again emits from the hands of the metal clad warrior
"Forgive me but in my defensive garb I couldent keep up very well with you."

IC:

"It is fine and thank you good sir, So how do you exspect us to get out of this ruin? Shall we climb up these sturdy vines and up upon the land through the hatch we fell or shall we walk through the ruins risking to meet many other beastly things that we know of" Nolarm Replies holding his leg wound as some of the mild cold blood started to seep through his rip on the leg as the blood poured onto his robe it stained a reddish glow.

He picks him self up using the vines and holds him self onto the wall making him look sturdy and well maintained.

OOC: Sorry, i thought you meant for my charicter to follow

Chris: "I dont know how those vines will take the weight of a steel clad nord such as myself. I suppose through this ruin is a safe bet for I do not fear the beasts an the undead. However =eEre we make any choices perhaps we should tend that wound. I can heal it for you if you wish."

Name: Terran

Age: 22

Race: Argonian

Gender: Male

Occupation: Merchant Seamen

Birthsign: The Thief

Major Skills: Blade, Athletics, Acrobatics, Light Armor, and Mercantile

How Did they get stranded: Terran was on a Cargo Ship, transporting various dry goods before the ship mysteriously fell off course and crashed into a large coral reef. The Sailors abandoned, and swam to the closet island in sight.

Bio: Terran had been a sailor, a good portion of his life. He had always wanted to sail the ocean, and it seemed the Sailors Corps was the only way to go. He's been working on the ship, ''The Rosetta'' for over 6 years, at first he thought it would be awful to work on a Cargo vessel, but found it rather enjoyable. Leo Elsworth, the Captain of the 'Rosetta' and several other of Terran's fellow sailors think he's crazy to enjoy the harsh weather they've gone through.

Appearance: http://www.4gamer.net/weekly/es4_oblivion/006/img/02-09.jpg,

Weapons: Steel Dagger

Clothing/Armor: Brown trousers, horribly stained white shirt, no boots, prefers his bare feet. Wears a raggedy pair of leather gauntlets.

"Wait.. Raid?!" He asked them, "We're going to kill innocents?" He added, horrified, "Look, i'm fine with hunting animals, but you can go shove your head up Dagoth if you think I'm going to let you raid them." He fumed, his fatherly insincts began to kick in, he was a farmer, he could easily grow food, kill animals and find which plants were good for eating, they didn't need to kill others for theirs.

Name: http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs44/f/2009/091/e/7/eli_by_sandara.jpg
Nickname: Kain.
Age: 27.
Gender: Male.
Race: Nord.
Birthsign: The Warrior.

Class: An Avenger, a certain group of Bandit mercenaries that work with the law to gain money, reputation and for the enjoyment of legal fighting.

Focus: Combat.

Skills & Talents:
Strong, Kain's speciality lies within the field of combat, trained both to wield a blade and to fight with only his hands and feet. Kain also has sharp senses, his sight is almost perfect and his hearing is similar to that of an elves. Though not a talent, Kain's deep and rough voice is often used as part of his work, helping him to intimidate his targets and get him where he needs to go. Leadership, Kain often has to encourage and command his group; he is a born leader and works well in a team. Sailing, Kain is often positioned on far away missions for the Avengers, and will commandeer the ships with a small crew to wherever his destination lies.

General Appearance:
Strong, tall and powerful, he has a dark shade of olive skin. Dark orange coloured piercing eyes glow, often narrowed or squinted Kain appears an evil character, but knowing this he often uses it to intimidate opponents. His large build is too often used for intimidation, for he is far larger than any other normal Nord. Scars, something Kain certainly doesn't lack, fierce battles and epic fights have played there part on the young mans hardened body, and the reminder of each encounter lay embedded into his rough skin. He has short spiked white hair, which really seems to compliment his orange eyes and his dark skin. Kain has a well toned body; years of training and hard exercise had done him a world of good for his fitness and his impressive appearance too. Across his chest Kain has a large tribal like scar that seems to glow a dark orange, neither him nor anyone around him knows how or when he obtained this, the scar continues down onto the upper part of his arm.

General clothing:
Thick skinned, Kain feels little need for armour. He wears large spiky black boots as well as spiked metal greaves both engraved with a dark orange tribal pattern, similar to that on his chest. Although he wears gauntlets and pauldrons of the same nature as his boots and greaves, he stays bare chested, relying on his toned upper body to keep away the cold. Around his waist Kain wears a large leather belt; a long cloak like material is hung from the belt and trails to his feet, wrapping itself around his legs as a sort of robe bottom. It, as much of his equipment is, is tattered and torn from battles and fights.

Weapons:
Two large black katana style swords hang often from his belt, a spiked handle attacked to a black hilt styled the same as normal cutlass, though these are rarely used for actual combat, they are razor sharp.

Misc. Items:
Kain carries with him at all times a map of the cities region he may be in, usually bought from the local inn, as well as a few herbs and plants he has collected on the route to any town, though not a fan of Alchemy, he is well aware of the money it brings. He will also often carry a small amount of gold. He also often carries bandages and lock picks when working at night for any injuries he may obtain or any locked doors he may come across.

Motto:
'Scars themselves are the lessons of life left permanently on your mind; you have not truly won a fight if the enemy cannot do as much as lay a cut in your flesh.'

Personality:
Kain is overconfident and lacks judgement of when something is out of line or unfair, he often has to be calmed by the people around him. He also has a tendency not to favour the other guys, something necessary when working close with the guild, and instead often puts himself first. Kain will eliminate anyone that does a wrong doing towards him, using any means possible to intimidate or scare his target. Headstrong and confident, Kain is not invincible, something he claims himself to be, and although it is not his intention he is often viewed to be boasting. Kain loves a challenge, taking pleasure in someone backing him into a corner and having to fight his way out, wanting the more powerful enemy to step up their game, so that he can try to overcome them, despite their superiority and takes much pleasure in pain and injury. Many people believe him to be something super natural, something he really plays up to, often laughing at his victims in a sarcastic manner as they cower in fear.

He can though be a great leader, having been an army general for some time he knew how to command. Confident and decisive, knows how to manipulate his forces to turn the tide of battle. He thinks often about power and money and will kill anything that stands in his way of a good opportunity, utilising any advantages he is given. Kain often has to encourage and command his group; he is a born leader and works well in a team.

Bio:
Born and raised in northern Cyrodiil. His parents had left Skyrim and settled in Bruma. Kain had grown during hard times, the ever looming Oblivion Crisis, and the fall of the Empire as civilisation knew it had led his family into poverty. Theft and violence was the only way for them to survive and Kain by 10 years old had learnt the trick of the trade, it was a bar brawl around his 15th birthday when Kain was arrested and thrown into the depth of the Bruma dungeons. But his potential had been scouted and he was soon out of prison and working for the Legion.

Kain was soon signed up with the Avengers, fighting hard and advancing in rank and reputation. His latest mission involves him and a small crew of other Avengers travelling to the province of Valenwood, to forge an allegiance with a small group of outlaws that live there, as usual Kain will captain the voyage and lead the small crew.