Skyrim: Ballad of the Bandit King (OOC)

[Jack Rinner]

30 years past after the Dragonborn left Skyrim. New smaller towns have sprouted around Skyrim, budding from the originals. Mostly farms, lumberyards, and/or fishing villages, but recently bandits have been raiding these "outer towns" destroying villages. Kidnapping women and children with the intent to sell into slavery. All of this is being done by one Man or Mer who calls himself "The Bandit King". Nobody knows what he truly looks like, or where he is hiding. The Emperor denies his existance, beliving that it is merely a rumor. so it is up to a group of individuals to destroy the man behind it all.... if he even actually exists....

PLEASE READ ALL THE GUIDELINES AND FOLLOW THEM.

-im leaning towards HIGH CASUAL so please at least 2 or 3 paragraphs please

-also aiming for slight realism. No power killing everything. 1vs1 you'll most likely win. 1vs2 is a challenge, and 1vs3 is suicide

-okay so new technology in Skyrim like crossbows, roman plumbing and waterways, throwing knives, spears, etc.

-magic is still in Skyrim but masters are very rare and hard to find. The college of winterhold still exists but is pretty much the only place that practices magic regularly.

-characters will be playing only "slightly higher than average" characters. Eliminating OP characters and emphasizing on teamwork.

-the beginning of the game will start with all of our characters in the same village right before it got raided by Bandits. If they were living there or not is up to you.

-players MUST have a profession that they did daily before the bandit raid on their village. There are PLENTY to choose from exe: farming, fishing, mining, lumberjack, blacksmith, boatmen, tradesmen, scholar etc. I'll accept sellswords and adventurers but if everyone picks that, Ill stop accepting.

-i need 6 DEVOTED players who post at least once or twice daily.

-if you read these guidelines, then please add "welcome to skyrim" under your CS.

CS Skeleton:-----

Appearancepic or written... please no anime)

Name: (derf)

Age: (young and naive or old and wise lol)

Race: (context sensitive to racisim)

Weapon: (only one or two weapons if dual weilding, and please no daedric or extremely rare weapons, homemade is ok as long as its reasonable)

Skills: (be down to earth err-Skyrim with skills. No bladesmasters or master assassins. If your magical, please only choose 2 schools of magic...3 if you have no weapons at all)

Equipment: (be very descriptive! Bags, food, potions, everything! And remember about weight.)

Job/Profession: (Blacksmith, alchemist, hunter, fisherman, Sellsword etc)

Strengths/weaknesses: (if you weild a giant hammer and have muscles bigger that your head, your prolly not agile. Same for thieves but vice versa. Mages too. Think Rock,Paper, Scizzors :-). )

Background: (tell me about yourself. At least two paragraphs)

Other: (anything special to note put here.)

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Okay we will be all starting in a nnewly built small village called Tearstead. It is right below Aivarstead and to the left of Lake Tear. Its mostly plains, with a lake to its right and mountains to the south. Its a newly built village with plenty of natural resources surrounding it. It is ex-stormcloak territory so imperials rarely come down this far. I provided a map above to help us out. I'll leave the ideas of the buildings and surroundings to you guys, so be creative and descriptive.

Basically we will do a line of intro posts of a basic normal day at the village. Then after everyone posts, the shit will hit the fan! I'm not assigning a post order, but please no ping-ponging. HAVE FUN!!!

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CHARACTERS______

Name: Emris Rinn (aka "Rinn")


Age: 27

Race: wood elf

Weapon:
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made from a fallen branch off the Gildergreen tree in whiterun. It has no magical spells that cast from it. Instead the wood itself cannot be broken with normal weapons or fire, just like the tree it fell from. It looks like a regular broken tree branch.

Skills:
- Highly skillful in Alteration magic
- basic self defense with staves and staffs

Equipment:
-basic couriers bag containing wool blanket, apples, bread, cheese, milk, water and undelivered letters.
-Small coin pouch with 30 gold.
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his horse named "Faith". a very timid yet strong mare. She was found in the wild, running from a pack of wolves. Using his raceborn gift of beast tongue, he calmed down the horse and scared away the wolves trying to hunt her. Faith only listens to Emris and would follow him in any of his travels. Often using her to make deliveries on time.

Job/Profession: Courier/delivery between towns and villages

Strengths/weaknesses:
-Emris is naturally talented at Alteration. Learning from his father, using it in his daily routine like just another extention of his own body.
- does not know any other schools of magic besides alteration. he has almost no offensive magic, only defensive.
- quick witted and always thinking up ways to have fun
-high stamina, often running messages from town to town no matter the weather.
-short statured (about 5'6" 145lbs) and quite agile, but not very strong at all.

Background: Emris's mother and father were both rendered homeless when the stormcloaks invaded Whiterun. Destroying their home and stealing there belongings. They both ran off towards Riverwood in search of shelter. When things calmed down and the civil war finally at an end. They decided to build a home and settle down in Riverwood. That was where Emris was born.

As time passed, Emris's father abandoned them at age 15. Taking off in the middle of the night to persue his passion for magic at the college of winterhold. Leaving Emris an elven spellbook that was passed down from generation to generation before he took off. The book contained every spell related to nature the elves learned over hundreds of years that was related to the school of alteration. Keeping the book a secret from his mother, Emris studied in secret. Training his talent while working various jobs to put food on the table. Often taking odd-jobs or running deliveries back and forth around town.

One night, while everyone was asleep. Emris snuck out to train with his powers behind the nearby lumber yard and afterwards accidently ended up falling asleep outside. never returning back home to his bed, When he returned in the early morning he found that the house had been robbed, and his mother was missing. Emris was traumatized. If he hadn't left that night, he could of defended the house and his mother with his powers. He spent years looking for her all across skyrim, but to no avail. His mother was nowhere. Blaming himself, Emris abandoned his home, and took his horse Faith. Leaving Riverwood and never to return.

Other: a very calm and collected individual. Mostly keeping to himself, he loves to just sit outside and watch everything around him go by. Observing people, creatures, weather, etc. Often getting lost in his imagination. Not a very violent person and will often try to render a person unconcious instead of dead if provoked. Humble and open minded to the world often seeking new ways or methods in which people live their lives, often taking notes in the process. Emris does not have a silver tongue, but he is no bumbling fool, often being sarcastic at times. He knows the difference between right and wrong and will not think twice in calling out someone who he thinks is up to no good.

Name: Syrona Ortiz

Age: 23

Race: Imperial

Weapon: Imperial Bow and Steel Arrows


Skills:
-- Talented Marksman
-- Trapping and Poison

Equipment:
-- Hunter Outfit (in pic)
-- Imperial Bow
-- Steel Arrow x30
-- Iron Dagger (for skinning animals)
-- Paralysis Poison x3
-- Flint
-- Med-kit (Bandages, thread, needle, health potion)

Job/Profession: Hunter

Strengths:
-- Deadly with a bow
-- Knows the woods well, where to hunt, what to eat, etc.
-- Many friends throughout Skyrim

Weaknesses:
-- Struggles in close combat
-- No knowledge of magic and the arcane arts
-- Curiousity killed the cat

Background:
Syrona was born to post-war Skyrim and has therefore not seen it in its darkest times. Her father was a member of the Legion and took part in the civil war. As a young girl, he told her stories about the Dragonborn and the war that plagued Skyrim. Every night she would sit by the fire as her father danced in the light, acting out the great battles he was in and some he likely wasn't. She was entralled by the glory of the Legion and the adventures of the Dragonborn. She made a vow to grow up a great warrior and live out her own legend. But, eventually you grow up. No new wars came to Tamriel. No dragons poured from the mountains. Life was as it always had been for decades before the Stormcloak Rebellion.

Since those days, she has travelled the land and has almost forgotten the dark themes and adventure her father tried to plant in her head. She has been on her own for years, using her father's bow to make a name for herself as a hunter. She mostly took the path in order to travel across Skyrim and see all that it had to offer. She tends to spend months in a single town or city, hunting in the forests and mountains nearby and then selling the pelts and meat to the locals. Always friendly and fair on her prices, she has made many friends in the villages she travels and is usually welcomed wherever she has been. Occassionally her skill set is contracted for other affairs, such as clearing monsters or hunting fugitives. As long is the pay is good and her work betters Skyrim, she is always happy to help. Curious in nature, Syrona sometimes finds herself in trouble with the guards for 'asking to many questions' or 'snooping around where she ought not to'.

After accompanying some mages from the College of Winterhold to clear out a pesky Frost Troll in the area, she decided she had enough of the constant snowing and travelled south. She picked a small town that she had yet to visit, Tearstead, and made for the new village. The trip came with it's own worries. Many of the small villages across Skyrim were under attack by this Bandit King and Tearstead could end up being one of them. However, after three weeks in the small village, no attack came. Her fears of Bandit raids became non-existant and her simple life continued, uninterrupted as a temporary citizen of Tearstead. And another day of hunting was underway...

other: welcome to skyrim

[Razers Shadow]

if its all right with you, I''ll have Martin come into it so he's just arrived into Tearstead

[Jack Rinner]

That's fine as long as he is there before the raid

[Azena]

User: Lucius Cypher

Appearance:


Name: Karnage

Age: 32

Race: Orc

Weapon: Wields a warhammer.

Skills:
Blacksmith: Karnage's ability is limited only by the time and materials he's given. While other smiths may beat him in overall design, what he lacks in quality he makes up for in quantity. He may not be able to recreate a legendary weapon, but he could make something close, and he'd make four of them.
Two-Handed Weapon Style: Karnage has built up years of skill swinging his hammer, for either creating new things of metal or breaking things of metal. While his skills aren't as great as some of the same weapon class, he's certainly no slouch nor pushover.

Equipment: The only armor he has are his boots and gauntlets, otherwise his clothing mainly consist of a worn red cloak, a kilt, and a magic amulet he wears (In image). It's enchanted to help Resist Magic and to breath underwater. He also (With great struggle) carries various ingots of metal in a wooden box he has on his back, which he uses to repair or make new weapons, armors, or tools. For food, he has some veal and fish, but that's about it.

Job/Profession: Blacksmith

Strengths/weaknesses:
Durable: As an Orc who's life rotated between the blistering heat of the forge and the bloody struggle of battle, Karnage is naturally quite resistant against swords, arrows, and the odd fireball.
Quick Feet and Sharp Mind: Despite being an Orc, Karnage trained his life to be fast on his feet and able to react just as quickly. If he has only his weapon, He'd first dodge and counter attacks rather then tank them, but that doesn't mean he can't take a heavy hit either. He can dodge attacks and take them if he has too.
Endless Energy: This orc can last long periods of time without rest or food, and could constantly pummel away at something until either it breaks, or whatever he's using to hit the thing breaks.

Too-Focus: If there is something that Karnage is focusing on, he tends to focus on it too much to notice things around him, no matter how dangerous or serious they are. It takes either getting hit or losing his target to get him to notice his surroundings.
Can't Speak: Ever since he had his tongue cut out, Karnage has had a rough time with the whole "conversation" scene.
Illiterate: Never learned how to read. Never needed to, and after getting his tongue cut out, never bothered to.

Background: Karnage isn't a native to Skyrim; he hails from the Land of Morrowind, where he served in the Imperial Empire as one of their Blacksmiths, and sometimes, a soldier. He never knew who his father or mother were, and never really bothered to figure out. The moment he was born he was thrust into battle, knowing nothing but war and weapons. Despite this, however, Karnage was different from other orcs, in that he seemed rather intelligent for an Orc. He was philosophical and clever, though he had a tendency to ask questions. To his fellow orcs, this made him seem shady and untrustworthy, as he constantly questioned orders and the ideals of others. Still, his prodding did provide some insight to certain situations and got his fellow soldiers out of rather sticky situations, so they tolerated it... Not to say the enemy felt the same way.

Karnage and his battalion were sent out to deal with a roaming band of renegades one day. It was thought to be a simple thing; Karnage with was a hundred other able-body soldiers, and they simply had to chase down a group of about twenty. But it was a trap; the renegades numbered into the hundreds, nearly hitting a thousand. Karnage and his battalion were ambushed and overwhelmed, most died, a few left for dead, and the others taken for prisoner. Karnage was one of them. He was something of a voice of reason and a source of hope for his men, which is why the renegades saw it fit to have him tortured. Being that he was an orc, he struggled through the worse of it, but perhaps one thing that broke him the most was then they cut out his tongue. This act virtually silenced him, and triggered such a blood rage that he managed to liberate himself and his fellow soldiers from the renegade prison. However, Karange did not make it back with his fellow soldiers to an Imperial Outpost, and instead simply vanished, assumed to be dead. Now he travels, in bitter grief over his suffering, silently offering his services of the forge to those willing to pay or to those he simply feels charitable towards.

Other: Likes music, and is noticeably thinner then most orcs. Though probably due to the torture he withstood, he's somewhat weaker in raw strength then other orcs, but he makes up for it in speed. Lastly, he has a tattoo of his name on his back, a misspelling of "carnage" spelled as "Karnage"

User: Lucius Cypher

Appearance:


Name: Lucilia Faasnu

Age: 19

Race: Imperial

Weapon: Uses a Crossbow with basic steel bolts. Her only melee weapon is a woodcutting axe.

Skills:
Alchemy: Lucilia is a decent alchemist and has a somewhat extensive knowledge of various poisons and potions, as well as their ingredients. Currently, she is studying the properties of certain stones and dust for a new type of mixture...
Sneak: As an expert at sneaking, Lucilia makes no noise nor does anyone but the most omniscient could detect her approach or leave.
Speech: Life as a bard has taught Lucilia how to sweet-talk or intimidate her targets into a favorable situation, or at the very least, makes sure she can tell a lie without cracking or showing any sighs of the opposite.

Equipment: Lucilia travels lightly out of choice, carrying only bits of food and some treasure if she plans to sell it. Has the general survival needs, but of things specifically she has her trusty Bard Lute, and a strange key. Carries enough money to travel from town-to-town, and makes more by selling tidbits she finds on the road and through her songs.

Job/Profession: Bard

Strengths/weaknesses:
Highly Perceptive: Lucilia could find a fly taking a piss at a mile away from smell alone if she had to, and near no one comes and goes without her figuring it out. Not even those invisible can disappear from her.
Steady Hands: While Lucilia never professional handled a weapon before, her hands can hold a bow, sword, or staff in such a way some people might mistake her as a master.
Agile: Lucilia is no fighter, and prefers to keep on the move then to make a stand. Packing light and moving fast, she can navigate a forest, city, fortress, or dungeon with ease, outrunning all but the air she breaths.
Good Aim: Lucilia can chuck knives, axes, rocks, spears, and other assorted things with deadly efficiency.

Fragile: Lucilia can take slash, maybe a arrow or two, but past all of that, Lucilia isn't exactly good at absorbing blows.
Cowardly: Lucilia isn't a hunter or a soldier, and isn't good at direct confrontation. She'll stick a knife into you with a steady hand, but her heart will be heavy with guilt at the idea of taking a life in a fight, so she'll stick her knife from behind and try to make it quick. Otherwise she'll just split.
Low Strength: Lucilia could carry a giant battle axe, but don't expect her to use it for long. She's better off at trying to throw it.

Background: Lucilia graduated at the bard's college in Skyrim, a pro with the Lute with a singing voice that can match some of the best. However, the day she graduated brought her only little happiness; besides her friends and teachers, Lucilia had no family. The only thing she has in remembrance of her father was his crossbow, but nothing else he left behind indicated he was a hunter of any sort. Indeed, she only became a bard because of the vast amount of story books and songs he left behind. Even her mother was a mystery; potions and books on poisons, she thought her mother was either an assassin or a witch, neither paths she really wanted to take. Still, even if she knew next to nothing about her family, she still wished there was some sign of them. So when she graduate from the bard College, while she entertains patron at taverns and on the road, she looks for anything hints of her past.

Life strait out of college was a bit rough at first, and danger was always present. But she never travels alone, going with caravans and entertaining them with her songs. She amassed quite a book of stories and adventure, and while they weren't exactly epics, they should be enough to earn her some listening money (I.e. tips) by the fire side. As she traveled, she also built up plenty of other new skills, mostly when dealing with badit attacks or the odd wildlife; mostly it involved running away and hiding, but occasionally, Lucilia is able to help a bit with a good throwing arm. She was taught how to throw knives and other weapons by one of the caravan guards, and sometimes she makes money off of dart games and other related activities.

Other: Is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but all it does it make her sleepy and lethargic.

User: Azena

Name: Syrona Ortiz

Age: 23

Race: Imperial

Weapon: Imperial Bow and Steel Arrows


Skills:
-- Talented Marksman
-- Trapping and Poison

Equipment:
-- Hunter Outfit (in pic)
-- Imperial Bow
-- Steel Arrow x30
-- Iron Dagger (for skinning animals)
-- Paralysis Poison x3
-- Flint
-- Med-kit (Bandages, thread, needle, health potion)

Job/Profession: Hunter

Strengths:
-- Deadly with a bow
-- Knows the woods well, where to hunt, what to eat, etc.
-- Many friends throughout Skyrim

Weaknesses:
-- Struggles in close combat
-- No knowledge of magic and the arcane arts
-- Curiousity killed the cat

Background:
Syrona was born to post-war Skyrim and has therefore not seen it in its darkest times. Her father was a member of the Legion and took part in the civil war. As a young girl, he told her stories about the Dragonborn and the war that plagued Skyrim. Every night she would sit by the fire as her father danced in the light, acting out the great battles he was in and some he likely wasn't. She was entralled by the glory of the Legion and the adventures of the Dragonborn. She made a vow to grow up a great warrior and live out her own legend. But, eventually you grow up. No new wars came to Tamriel. No dragons poured from the mountains. Life was as it always had been for decades before the Stormcloak Rebellion.

Since those days, she has travelled the land and has almost forgotten the dark themes and adventure her father tried to plant in her head. She has been on her own for years, using her father's bow to make a name for herself as a hunter. She mostly took the path in order to travel across Skyrim and see all that it had to offer. She tends to spend months in a single town or city, hunting in the forests and mountains nearby and then selling the pelts and meat to the locals. Always friendly and fair on her prices, she has made many friends in the villages she travels and is usually welcomed wherever she has been. Occassionally her skill set is contracted for other affairs, such as clearing monsters or hunting fugitives. As long is the pay is good and her work betters Skyrim, she is always happy to help. Curious in nature, Syrona sometimes finds herself in trouble with the guards for 'asking to many questions' or 'snooping around where she ought not to'.

After accompanying some mages from the College of Winterhold to clear out a pesky Frost Troll in the area, she decided she had enough of the constant snowing and travelled south. She picked a small town that she had yet to visit, Tearstead, and made for the new village. The trip came with it's own worries. Many of the small villages across Skyrim were under attack by this Bandit King and Tearstead could end up being one of them. However, after three weeks in the small village, no attack came. Her fears of Bandit raids became non-existant and her simple life continued, uninterrupted as a temporary citizen of Tearstead. And another day of hunting was underway...

other: welcome to skyrim

Appearance:

She has brown hair, green eyes and weighs about 125lbs. She's about 5'5", a little on the short side but don't pick on her for it or she might stuff an arrow into your side.

Name: Lenaya Alcerion

Age: 23, though she doesn't act it all the time.

Race: (context sensitive to racisim): Of Nordic descent.

Weapon: Hunting bow with steel arrows, along with an iron dagger she uses for skinning and trimming purposes.

Skills:
Magic: Minor healing spell that more or less never gets used.
Hunting: Lenaya is a very adept hunter, being that it’s her trade. She’s very proficient in the art of tracking, skinning and salting as well.
Combat: Lena will stick to long range fighting, but if her enemies come close she’ll rely on her dagger to help her. If it comes down to it, she might just attempt to stick an arrow in their eye and flee for her life.

Equipment:
Hunting bow
Fur armor
Fur boots
Fur gauntlets
Fur shoes
Iron dagger
Steel Arrows x 50
Potion of minor healing x3
Potion of minor stamina x3
Frostbite venom x1
Wolf pelt x1
Leather strips x7
Apple x3
Salt pile x10
Venison x1
Handmade necklace (fashioned from the teeth of a bear and a sabre cat.)
100 septiums

Total: 32 weight.

Job/Profession: Hunter, hailing from Ivarstead. She makes a decent living off of the skins of the animals that fall victim to her skill and selling their meat.

Strengths/weaknesses: Her strength lies in her dexterity and agility, as well as her precision when it comes to aiming. She can be quite the long-shot. However, she lacks in the areas of brute strength and the ability to solidly take a hit. Her intelligence is a reliable thing to have, but it’s limited to the areas that are based on her trade and own personal experience. Asking her about the latest fashion in Solitude, or who the current Jarl of a province won’t get you far when it comes to her. Overall she’s a pretty humble and quiet person, but she is susceptible for acting like a living door-mat of sorts, always wanting to please and receive praise.

Background: Lenaya Alcerion was born in Ivarstead to her parents Gormund and Julia Alcerion, simple people of simple make. Her father’s trade was that of hunting, one her family had carried on for generations. However, Julia could not bear a son, as much as she tried and those believed it was a curse from the winds blowing over the Shroud Heath Barrow, a place that was rumored cursed. Gormund was not a shallow man though, and so he raised his daughter like he would a son, and taught her the arts of hunting. Lenaya was a loud and rambunctious child, happy and carefree like her mother was, but after her father was killed by participating in the Stormcloak revolution she became very reclusive. She was the only one who could provide for herself and her mother, and because of that she spent many days roaming the lands, solidifying her quiet nature. On her 16th birthday, several years after her father’s passing, her mother passed away due to illness. The villagers of Ivarstead buried her mother next to her father, and with that Lenaya left Ivarstead with a few belongings.

For the past 7 years Lena has been making a living by buying and selling hides and meat from whatever traveler she passes by, and sometimes she is seen in Windhelm exchanging goods in the market. She doesn't stay in one place for long, and is constantly on the move, following the migratory herd of moose and deer that she treasures so deeply. Though, she does long for human contact, and the possibility of building relationships that won’t be ripped away from her…

Other: Lena is not fond of snakes, whatsoever. Her favorite meal is beef stew, and she enjoys munching on apples. She is not fond of alcohol, despite her Nordic descent, and feels that it shrouds the mind and leaves you vulnerable. Dogs are her favorite sort of animals, and sometimes she can be seen feeding scraps to the local strays that wander the towns she visits.

[Jack Rinner]

Absolutely perfect!!!! Azena! I love it!.

Well I wasn't planning on posting an IC until after xmas so delayed posts are okay for now.

[Azena]

lol I'll take that as I'm accepted then =P 'twas easy when all I had to do was pick a character from my own saves, I have a thorough background for all of them. Just had to adjust slightly to appeal to this RP and Tearstead.

[Jack Rinner]

Is that pic from skyrim? Or is it dragons dogma?

[Azena]

Skyrim. A character off of Skyrim Nexus. I have it on Xbox, so unfortunately, it's not mine. But she is deadly and beautiful, like mine, none the less. The owner is using graphic and character mods on their game. But, I see what you mean. She easily could have come out of Dragon's Dogma, but the character behind her and the setting are Skyrim for sure

[Hillan]

Appearance:



Name: Thorin Silvermane.

Age: 64

Race: Nord.

Weapon: Custom One-Handed Sword, the last work of the late Greymane Mastersmith. The blade is simply called "Silveback". It's custom features is that it can never break. It looks like your typical Steel Long-sword, only with runes inscribed into it. The bottom of it's handle, there's a skull that has been dipped in silver, before attached to the handle.

Skills:
Swordsman: Skilled in swordplay, one of the greatest bladesarms in the land, his skills with the blade is well renowned.
Hunter: A very skilled tracker, Vast knowledge of the wildlife of Skyrim, as well as off the monsters in it. An accomplished archer, dislikes Crossbows.
Speech: Not so much that he can talk his way out of anything, as he's a master of telling stories.
Mead-drinker: Probably the strongest liver in all of Tamriel.

Equipment: Usually, he's not wearing a whole lot. A ragged shirt, a pair of equally thorn pants, a pair of fur boots.
However, his battle-gear hold of a hybrid of Skyforge-Steel and Dragonbones. The Breastplate, with the Wolf-motive is of this mixed material, he usually only wears a Cloth or fur-hood on his bald head during battle. Under his Breastplate, there's Chainmail that sits tightly on his well built frame. Under it, directly on his skin, there's a set of comfortable Fur, to keep the cold away. Still, his arms are always without much protection, showing off his various War-painting. His gloves and boots are too of the same material as the breastplate, but they have the ensignas of the companions on them.

Job/Profession: Town-Drunk. Occasionally he teaches some poor soul some swordplay.

Strengths/weaknesses:
Great Knowledge of animals / monsters.
Experience, epic fights in his past.
A Life of a Legend behind him, and the skills to coup.
Tactician.

Old Age, his left knee is weakened because of battle with a dragon.
Bad Temper.
Little Patience.

Background: Born in Whiterun, he was already a man when the civil War began, fighting for the Stormcloaks, he earned a reputation as a war veteran. He was known as "Elf-Blade" at the age of 25. However, he became his own man after this, following the legends of the Dragonborn, and how he had slaughtered the evil dragon, Thorin was not one to perform lesser feats, as he was a 29 year old joined the companions, becoming the harbringer at the age of 40. During his time as a companion, he had denied the blood of the wolf, but he had also done incredible things, such as defeating the legendary Boar, whom was storming Whiterun's walls with his bare hands.

This was when he was given the blade SilverBack, by Eourlund. Skyrim's greatest smith's last blade, forged from the Skyforge untill it's flames faded down for the first time in centuries. Some claim that the entire soul of the Skyforge and the greymane clan was put into his blade, because of the shining color of the blade, he was renamed as Thorin Silvermane.

Despite grown into the middle-age, he was still as strong as a young adventurer, and that was when he was contacted by a man, one of the Blades, claiming that there was a dragon on the loose, and that Thorin was the only one who could be trusted to track and hunt the Dragon down. Thorin agree'd to take on the quest, taking a few of his most trusted shield-siblings with him.

They found the Dragon, Moutherax, a Red Dragon, as big as a castle. He was guarding a cave, what was inside of the cave, no one knew. The blade, Thorin and his company attacked the Dragon, it was a grand battle, a battle that was sung by the bards in the years to come. However, it was not a tale of victory. Even if they did kill the dragon, it was for a price maybe too high to pay. Thorin had been the only survivor, and he had gotten beaten within an inch of his life, before his blade had pierced through the skull of the Fire-breathing terror.

He sunk into deep depression, and despite that he used the rest of the dragon, as well as the materials from his Shieldbrother's armor to forge his new set of armor, saying that it was his greatest triumph, but also his greatest failure. He only used the armor once, before he resigned as harbringer, and moved to one of the new settlements.

Taking up Alcoholism, he was even stuck in Skooma for a while. His skills are still as legendary as ever, and his name is these days more of a legend told by the Greymanes, and in the halls of Jorrvaskr.
Other:


I think that's it for now.

[Whetfeather]

Appearance:



Name: Arsyn Mor'dur

Age: 23

Race: Dunmer

Weapon: Orcish daggers

Skills:

• Intermediate teachings in Illusion and Destruction magic
• Skilled assassin

Equipment:

• large satchel
• dried meat
• 2 small vials of posion
• flask of water
• spare change of clothing
• 130 gold

Job/Profession: Thief

Strengths/weaknesses:

• She is not very strong although her wiles make up for her lack of strength
• Fast and agile
• Untrusting and is quick to assume the worst of people
• Enjoys listening to bards a bit more than is suitable

Background:

"Name him Arsyn, my love."
With these soft words, the life of a mother passed as another life was born. Arsyn came as a shock to the Mor'dur household in Morrowind. Instead of having a son, Gailei found himself with a daughter to raise. Hordir had been wrong once again; it was a shame that many Dunmer paid her for her birth predictions. As Gailei stared into his baby's face he saw strength and beauty within her. It only took a moment, and in that one moment, he realized that he loved his daughter with his soul and would always wish the best for his beautiful child.

In her early years, Arsyn was a happy Dunmer child. She visited her grandmother near the edge of the forest and learned much about Magic. Her grandmother had spent most of her younger years at the college in Winterhold. When Arsyn stayed the night, her grandmother Valele told her stories of the Dragonborn shouting dragons from the sky and saving entire towns from disaster as she stirred the broth over a warm fire. It was a happy childhood indeed.

Her grandmother would warn her from straying to far into the woods as she had more beauty than any other Dunmer before her. One would likely snatch her up never to be seen again. Arsyn minded this for the most part. But as all children will do, she eventually disobeyed Valele. In her 17th Frostfall, Arsyn snuck into the woods. Her heart and mind breathed in the scents and she felt home. Until the captors came, of course.
They snatched her by the hair and covered her mouth as they bound and beat her into unconsciousness.

As she lived in enslavement, she learned from other Dunmer slaves to control her Wrath and how to sneak to and from the kitchen when hunger arose. Being beaten and scarred for 3 years, the fire in her broke free. She managed to smuggle daggers from the Captain's quarters and practiced with another woman in the simple slave hut at the encampment. Eventually, Arsyn was able to assassinate the Captain and free the slaves. She knew with her demeanor and broken soul that she could never return to Morrowind. Instead, she began to travel and thieve when she needed items. For honest gold, she would be hired by thanes to assassinate enemies so they could have boasting stories in their long-halls. Her daggers and faith in Azura never let her down.


Other: Arsyn has a very dry sense of humor and normally keeps to herself. When there is a common cause to be fought for she is a strong team player. She has an extremely hard time trusting those around her, but when she does, it is to the death. War and killing are the only actions that Arsyn feels she can ever be certain of.

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