Name: Mithlas

Age: 95

Gender: Male

Job: Sellsword

Skills: Mithlas is a skilled swordsman trained in the Redguard’s Way of the Sword, Cydrodiilic and Altmeri martial arts. While not as talented in art of magic as his fellow Altmer are, Mithlas has years of experience under his belt along with his formal specialisation of Destruction and Alteration magic during his membership in the College of Winterhold. His time as a freelance sellsword and wanderer forced Mithlas to be at least informed in Restoration and Alchemy.

History: Mithlas, Son of Mithlian, Son of Mithriil was born in the 122th Year of the 4th Era in Valenwood. Despite never having met his father, Mithas had a happy childhood and spend his early years among the Tree-Sap people. It was not until his 16th Birthday that Mithlas’ wanderlust would overcome his love for his home before the end of that year, Mithlas could finally see the land of Tamriel beyond the high canopies of Valenwood. With only the clothes on his back and a few gold coins, Mithlas tagged along passing caravans and this his journey of Tamriel began.

At some point during the third decade of his life, Mithlas found himself in the sands of Hammerfell; the home of the Redguards. Hiding his elven features under a hood, Mithlas spent years living amongst people of the Alik’r before he was apprenticed by a band of wandering Alik’r mercenaries. Mithlas’ history of growing with the Bosmer and his time in Hammerfell has physically conditioned his body to be ready for his training. Mithlas spent a decade learning their ways of hardship, life and more importantly, their swordcraft. History once again repeats and Mithlas left Hammerfell to continue his life as a wanderer and now, mercenary.

Business was generally good with the occasional dry wells for there was always someone that needed killing or protection from killing in the land of Tamriel. His time as a mercenary has seen him serving as a caravan guard walking among the familiar roads built by the Vanech Building Commission, acting as muscle for innkeepers against unruly patrons who had more than enough to drink, general bounty hunting in the sands of Elsweyr, Courier work for Imperial companies in the swamps of Black Marsh to even as a short-term bodyguard to a suspicious authority figure in High Rock. Mithlas never been to Morrowind, the eruption of Red Mountain over a century ago has made the land of the Ashlanders a little too inhospitable, even for him.

In the waning years of Emperor Titus Mede I, Mithlas happened to be stumbling around drunk in the Imperial City after he collected his pay of a particularly good bounty and decided he wanted to do another pub crawl. In his drunken stupor Mithlas decided to spend the night at the Merchants Inn but not before he sampled a glass of Colovian Brandy. Buying a bottle with the remainder of his gold reserves, Mithlas immediately chugged the bottle before another patron; a Dominion Altmer decided to pick a fight with him. Instead of spending the night under warm comfy sheets, Mithlas instead woke up in a cold damp jail cell.

Waking up with a massive hangover with no real memory of what has transpired, the warden had Mithlas dragged out his cell and in to his office. The warden explained that Mithlas started a brawl that caused thousands of Septims worth of damage and he’ll pay the fine, rot in prison or join the Legion as penance for his crime. Seeing that he has pretty much spent his last coin on brandy, the choice was simple.

Mithlas took well to Legionary training especially since he understood the value of shutting up and listening to the man with the loudest voice. That and his sheer experience over almost every other recruit who are half his age gave him quite an edge. Mithlas’ officially graduated as a Decanii of the Legion in the 168th Year of the 4th Era, the year of the death of Emperor Titus Medes I and the succession of the crown to his son, Titus Medes II. Mithlas’ above average combat prowess and his quick thinking had him assigned to the venerable 13th Legion stationed in the city of Bravil. With the shadow of the Dominion dawning over Tamriel, the eventually of war was a well-known fact and the 13th Legion was tasked with reinforcing and preparing the city of Bravil and the surrounding towns for their arrival.

Three long years of constant drills, rationing of supplies and the occasional sabotage before news of the invasion of Hammerfell reached Mithlas ears. Months after first contact, the city of Leyawiin falls along with the complete destruction of the 10th Legion. The Dominion was swift in their advance for the capitol, tales of burning, raiding and the extermination of “impure” Altmer travelled fast and within weeks of the Fall of Leyawiin the Dominion was at Bravil’s doorstep and thus the siege of Bravil began.

For the first month, the defenders of the city were standing firm against the Dominion onslaught but by the second they were completely surrounded and acts of sabotage on their supplies have placed the defenders at a disadvantage. Day after day, week after week the Dominion pushed their advantage to try to take the city but the 13th Legion held the line. The weeks turned to months and the Dominion attacks intensified but the 13th Legion held the line. But for all their bravado and tenacity, the 13th Legion and the people of Bravil knew that their efforts were for nought as they knew it won’t be long before the Dominion would breach their walls and make an example out of them for their “insolence”.

At the end of Rain’s End with the setting of the sun, the Dominion has finally breached the walls and is pouring into the city. Street by street, room by room, the defenders were defiantly fighting to the last man, woman and child but Mithlas knew it was a pointless fight that could only end in one way. Mithlas along with his contubernium fought their way out of the city, literally hacking at any Dominion soldier that stood in their way. By the end of the week Bravil has fallen under Dominion control with only a few lucky enough to escape.

Battered and bitter Legionaries likes Mithlas regrouped in the Imperial City for the eventual Dominion assault. The city besieged by the end of 172nd Year and it eventually fell to Dominion hands by the 174th but not without heavy casualties. Lady luck smiling on him once again, Mithlas managed to survive the battle and join the local resistance movements. Avoiding Dominion patrols and striking supply lines, Mithlas’ training with the Alik’r begins to shine as the resistance’s efforts to slow down the Dominion seems to work as the Dominion sends more and more patrols to hunt them down.

With the Imperial victory at the Battle of the Red Ring and the signing of the White-Gold Concordat ending the war, Mithlas like many others turned in his sword and wandered the familiar but now torn roads that he always walked through his life. He continued his life as a sellsword not in Tamriel but in Skyrim for business was booming with the rise of the Forsworn, discoveries of new Dwemer ruins and the Civil War. He was even there during the Year of the Dragonborn and was for a time, a member of the Dawnguard albeit more of a mercenary than a full time hunter of the dark.

In the past few years, Mithlas suffers from vivid dreams that seem to be more of visions of things to come. A land of the dead where souls are tortured for eternity, the forces of evil not unlike the legions of Mehrunes Dagon that marched over Tamriel over four hundred years ago and a great council leading these armies. Compelled by his visions, Mithlas journeys south but this time not for pay but for himself in what could be his last adventure…

Misc:



Mafrensca is Mithlas’ longest and most loyal companion. A design similar to the scimitars used by the warriors of Alik’r, Mafrensca is the result of the combination of Redguard, Altmeri and Nebenese metalwork forged by Mithlas himself through techniques he learnt through his life. While the smith work of Mafrensca is far from comparable to legends such as Eorlund Greymane of Whiterun, Mafrensca is designed to be balanced perfectly to Mithlas’ specifications.

Starting Location: Bruma

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Too Old 4 This said
@Delta1038 Don't take this the wrong way, but your last card... looks like a doge meme.

Too Old 4 This said
@Delta1038 Don't take this the wrong way, but your last card... looks like a doge meme.