- Name: Brulhaus Runehorn
- Gender: Male
- Race: Minotaur
- Appearance: Brulhaus, as a minotaur, is a hulking, musclebound figure. He has jet-black horns, carved with magical symbols that make them sturdier for use in combat- their sweep forward and up making them excellent for charging or headbutts. His fur is a well-kept mass of brown fluff, more akin to a yak or highland cow than the black fur of Cyrodil's typical minotaurs. Despite his hulking frame, however, he carries himself not as a savage beast, but as a keen observer. His back is held straight, frequently stroking his chin or tapping his horns as he tends to fidget while lost in thought. He frequently wears his custom-fitted arena raiment, a reminder of those waiting for him back in the Bloodworks.
- Personality: Brulhaus is not well-educated. This in no way means he is not intelligent- he learns quickly, and was able to learn a great deal about Enchanting and Alteration from studying the Ayleid ruins in which he lived before coming to the Arena. He quickly learned to read and write once a mage in the Arena's Bloodworks realized he spoke four languages and started to teach him Cyrodilic. Despite his eagerness to learn, Brulhaus is embarrassed to speak in Cyrodilic- he has a very thick accent from learning Reachtongue first. While he may be looked down upon as a Minotaur, Brulhaus believes he has nothing to prove- he's a mighty warrior, and confident in his quest for knowledge about the world. When angered, however, he is a force to be reckoned with. His rage could shake the very walls of a castle.
- Brief Backstory: Brulhaus's name, as his father told him, comes from a revered ancestor. He's not quite sure what that means, but he was raised in one of the many ruins around Cyrodil, up near Bruma. The young Brulhuas was full of questions, and his parents were less than interested in trying to answer them. No, the goblins who also shared the ruins were more his speed. The lady Chieftan, unpleasant as she was, found an able student in Brulhaus, teaching him what she could of goblin and human tongues. Eventually, however, Brulhaus grew up- and had to leave before his father or siblings started viewing him as competition. for the territory. And so, he set out for a ruin of his own. The drab stonework of the Imperial ruins called to him, yes- something deep down said it was where he belonged. However, he was more fascinated by an Ayleid ruin, though he wouldn't learn the name for some time.
He lived in the ruins for some time, slaying the undead that rose from the catacombs. Something about killing those dead elves felt... right. He eventually grew curious about the structure beyond its curious white stones and decorative metalwork, and began to study whatever he could get his hands on. Eventually, word of the minotaur with ever-improving weapons and armor reached the Arena, and they decided it was just the thing to spice up the ring. They contracted the Fighter's Guild to try and capture Brulhaus, but were shocked when they brought him in unrestrained. A few Reachmen who had joined the Arena took to him, filling out his knowledge of Cyrodilic and allowing him to properly negotiate the terms of his employment. Of course, he'd keep up the savage act in the ring, but he'd be able to continue his studies when he wasn't fighting. A few fighters even came to rely on him to repair their gear between bouts! Of course, he'd expect them to bring him certain materials or books, furthering his studies of the Ayleid methods of enchanting and smithing.
Finally, word of Runehorn, a minotaur with enchanted weapons and armor who had defeated so many in the Arena he had been moved from the monster stable to the Blue Team, reached the ears of the Empress herself. General Tullius described the resulting excited giggling as "bone-chilling," as she promptly made her way to the Arena and demanded an exhibition match. The ticket sales were astronomical. The posters quickly became collector's items. It was to be a showdown for the ages. Runehorn put up a valiant fight, but was repeatedly on the back leg. Eventually, he was forced to drop the dumb brute act, and began fighting tactically- relying on technique and reach just as much as his strength. All of this just seemed to make the Empress happier and happier, as she matched him blow for blow. Eventually, desperate to finish the fight as their stamina began flagging, Brulhaus went for a leaping helmsplitter. As he descended from the clouds, The Empress unleashed a dragon shout that sent him flying from the arena and into the stands. Defeated, but not dead.
It was afterward, when he was repairing his helm and sword, that Brulhaus was told he had a visitor. A sort of fan, apparently. It was then the Empress entered, and said three simple words.
"Heya! You're in!" - Equipment: An Elven Greatsword enchanted to crackle with lightning, an Arena Raiment, an Elven helmet, and too many Welkynd Stones to count.
- Skills: Brulhaus, despite his hulking frame, actually specializes in enchanting and smithing. Many of the nicer weapons and helms fighters in the Arena have used in recent years were made by his hand. For combat, he specializes in what would be two-handed weapons for smaller folk- which he wields with the skill and grace of a rapier thanks to his size and reach. His headbutt, like most minotaurs, is capable of bashing through armor and shields with relative ease. And, while he's still learning, he does know a few more basic Alteration spells- such as the one he used to enchant his horns.
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Colcette Phielus - Gender:
Female - Race:
Breton - Appearance:
Colcette, standing at five foot eight has long red hair, often hanging loose when not tied up or wearing a helmet. When shes not wearing her armor she wears either her robes from her time in the chantry or very humble peasant clothing, noting that wearing anything more feels a little excessive for a humble servant of Akatosh and the Divines. - Personality:
In her day to day, Colcette's personality can be described as confidently brash and self-assured. She fully believes she's here for some divine purpose, some grand divine portent such as helping the Empire rebuild itself and drive out its elvish aggressors and return peace and stability. She couldn't tell you exactly when she started believing this, but growing up on tales of Akatosh, Talos, and Pelinial Whitestrake certainly likely had a factor in it. This, of course, has also given her something of a less than stellar opinion of elves - especially the High Elves and the Bosmer who were the first to break away from the Empire.
She often spends her free time either in churches or studying any religious text she can get her hands on. One could make the argument she is fairly arrogant. Perhaps rather paradoxically, though, she can also be surprisingly playful and a little catty which can catch people meeting her for the first time a little off guard.
This attitude entirely vanishes in combat, however - that is something she takes with an almost impressive amount of seriousness and even hostility, and even mild cruelty depending on who or what she's fighting and the overall situation. - Brief Backstory:
High rock is no stranger to conflict, politicking, and having its own internal wars and strife. Such a way of life has long been ingrained and even celebrated by the peoples of the Illiac Bay. This fact and way of life is only overshadowed by the Bretons staunch ability to come together to defend against outside forces despite this. As such, the Thalmor had difficulty with its plots messing with the internal affairs and destabilizing region, allowing the Bretons to still remain staunchly loyal to the Empire.
This, would be the climate that Colcette would be born into. Roughly four years after the Great War, Colcette would be born in the Stormhaven region of Highrock, in the city of Wayrest to a minor noble family as their youngest daughter. Her older siblings included a brother a few years older, a sister, and the her oldest brother. Growing up, the Phileus children couldn't be more different. Her gloomy and stern older brother focusing entirely on statecraft and inheriting the families titles. Her lively, slightly clumsy and too into fashion her older sister desiring to become a skilled mage, and her second brother focusing on sorcery and magic who grew up on too many tales of adventure and knighthood.
Not that she could fault her second brother for that, she often would share his exuberance in such tales but her focus ultimately would end up going in an entirely different direciton.
Theology, specifically myths and legends surrounding Talos, Akatosh, and spending much of her free time in Wayrests Temple of Akatosh studying any bit of religious text she could get her hands on, no matter how dubious in its origin. She spent her time learning from the priests, with a clear desire to join the Akatosh Chantry herself and becoming an ordained member of the clergy.
This peaceful time in her life, though, came to an abrupt end in 4E 188. The sudden assassination of the corrupt head of the Order of the Hour by the dark brotherhood would cause a chain reaction that led the city to be besieged by corsairs. The king of Wayrest at the time, cut a deal with the pirates and fled, leaving the cities' gates open and free for the pirates to raid it as they see fit. If not for some unknown hero rallying the guard and populace together, the damage could have been much worse, but it didn't stop tragedy happening entirely. Her father was killed during the raiding, leaving the affairs of the family to fall to her eldest brother once her mother fell Ill shortly afterwards.
During the following years, Colcette started questioning what she could do to prevent something like that happening again. Not only to prevent something like pirates or a corrupt leader or cowardly king to leave the populace at their whims, but to prevent something like the Great War that happened shortly before she was born from happening again, to say nothing of the Thalmor that were still causing issues and problems. Her abilities as a healer and student of Akatosh and Arkay could only do so much.
It was only when a man started frequenting the Cathedral did she start to get some idea of what she could do. He was a former member of the Order of the Hour. Past his prime and obviously injured, but one day she walked up to him and demanded to be taught swordsmanship. It took awhile of her pestering him, but eventually he acquiesced and for several long years, she would learn everything she could from this former knight, gaining new perspectives on both her beliefs and how one can better aid people around her.
When she was sixteen, she finally left home, wanting to both test her skills as a knight as well as start helping folk that she could...and more importantly, travel south to the Hammer fell border and find any evidence of Thalmor presence and eradicate it. Her years of tutelage and study of history and theology resulting in a unique disdain for the High Elves and other elves to a lesser extent - how dare they challenge Akatosh and the Empire?
Thus, her life continued like this until recently. After hearing a somewhat familiar name had become Empress of the Empire and reinstated worship of Talos, Colcette made to travel further south, heading through the Gold Coast, traveling through Anvil and eventually making her way towards the Imperial city where she rather audaciously walked right into a meeting of the Elder Council and swore eternal loyalty to the Empress. - Equipment:
As one may expect of a particularly militant member of the Akatosh Chantry, Colcette over the years has put together a full set of Steel armor, decorated with religious iconography of Akatosh, a Steel longsword that is her favored weapon, and an amulet of Akatosh that she has had since she first became interested in learning theology from her home.
Steel Armor
A set of steel armored modified lightly to have religious iconography of Akatosh on the breastplate.
Steel Longsword
A simple and easy to use longsword.
Amulet of Akatosh
An old amulet of Akatosh she's had since she first became interested in the Chantry. Like all of these religious amulets, it increases ones ability to regenerate magicka. - Skills:
Restoration - Adept
As a learned healer Colcette is skilled in Restoration spells, learned both from various priests at the temple of Akatosh and a few others that occasionally visited from abroad. She manifests her restoration abilities fairly simple and effectively as one may expect. To heal herself and those around her, restoring health and reinvigorating her allies and ensuring any negative effects from other spells and magic are also less effective. Also, harming undead through a few simple sunlight related spells. This skill, also extends to magical wards for protecting herself and her allies, and also granting them small boons and fortifying her own strength and stamina or her allies.
Destruction - Apprentice
While she mainly fights with sword in hand, she does know a handful of destruction spells for the cases where its needed to fend off Daedra or other spirits where her sword fails her. As Akatosh itself is often depicted with fire, that is also her preferred method of expressing this particular school of magic. She can only use simple fire balls or streams of fire really for now, but she is endeavoring to become better so she can cleanse Tamriel of anything standing in the way of the Dragon God and the Empire.
One Handed - Adept
While not an expert, she was tutored by someone from the former Order of the Hour. She can hold her own against most opponents, but is always looking for ways to improve.
Heavy Armor - Adept
The best protection against any stabby weapons and elves that need to be put in their place.
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Name: Rela Arel
Gender: Female
Race: Dunmer
Appearance:
Stands at 5'9" with a lithe, athletic build that suggests capacity for a good amount of physical exertion. Certainly more physically fit than several other mages. Her face and body bear deep scarring that look to be the result of claw slashes and weapons.
Typically favors extravagant, loud, and downright gaudy fashions. The contrast between her scarred face and richly adorned clothing produces a jarring effect that tends to catch the casual observer off guard.
Personality:
Living through the twin humiliations of both the Red Year and the Argonian invasion have done evidently little to curb this Telvanni's standoffish, haughty attitude. While not as bad as her House is stereotypically made out to be (translated: she's tolerable enough to be around others), Rela is still nonetheless something of a cold bitch focused on results and achievement above all. Following after that is her research. And coming in last place is what anyone thinks of her priorities.
Rela respects no law but those that can be directly enforced against her. This means begrudging adherence to the Empress's decrees, and nothing else. Necromancy? You'll be next in the collection if you keep asking. Levitation? Why was that law even still in effect?! Breaking and entering? Now you were just taking the piss.
Unbeknowst to most who know her, however, is her longing for better times. In her youth, the Empire had control of Morrowind, and life was better. No Red Year, no ash, no unruly lizards that didn't know their place. It's this sentimentality and desire for order that keep her in the life of a Blade, no matter how much she verbally complains and protests.
Brief Backstory:
Born to a minor branch family attached to House Telvanni at the very end of the Imperial Simulacrum, Rela grew up on the mainland of Morrowind in the waning years of the Third Era and Uriel Septim VII's reign. Her early years were typical for a Telvanni youth: she learned the ways of magic, advanced in her studies, and excelled, becoming Spellwright by the time the Nerevarine prophecy was fulfilled.
To say that the next few years shaped the course of her life would be a horrendous understatement. Rela fought in the Oblivion Crisis, lived through the Red Year, and was only just managing to get her life back together when the Argonian invasion happened. Rela fought. House Telvanni fought. The Argonians fought. Many died. She didn't. The vast majority of House Telvanni's forces in Mournhold fell, along with the city itself. Somehow, Rela managed to crawl through the ash and smoke after the battle long enough to be found.
In the aftermath, Rela was given a promotion to Wizard rank due to the complete absence of any other surviving Telvanni mages, and a laboratory when Mournhold began rebuilding. Many in the House expected her star to keep rising from there. She, on the other hand, had different ideas. Instead of chasing after becoming a Master, Rela delved deep into her magical studies, becoming a recluse. While this disappointed those who promoted her in the first place, it wasn't unheard of at all within the House.
For decades after, Rela's focus was on one thing: extending her lifespan as several notable Telvanni Masters had. Her brush with death three times in the span of barely a few years had galvanized her into accelerating the timetable on this research. She didn't make pacts with Daedra, despite being very well-versed in their summoning. Instead, her path towards a very extended lifespan was through necromancy. Illegal? Who gave a damn? It wasn't as if any Imperial authorities were in a place to care. And it wasn't as if House Telvanni was going to kick up a fuss about forbidden methods.
Eventually, she succeeded. Rela's necromantic magics had successfully reverted her into the prime of her youth, and would keep it that way barring a violent end. By the time she came up for air, it was to her surprise that nearly two centuries had passed. And Morrowind was still an ash-blighted hellhole. She took the time to touch base with the current Council of Masters, confirming that she was still alive and that she was active once more. After finishing with reporting in to the last of the Masters on Solstheim, Rela returned to Raven Rock, where she intended to spend the night before returning to Morrowind. What she didn't expect was a scintillating conversation with a visiting Breton woman, where they'd spent the entire night discussing the intricacies of magic, mace work, and mace work augmented by magic.
Three years later, that night would barely register in Rela's mind until an Imperial procession appeared outside her laboratory in Mournhold, with the very same woman telling her she was...recruited? And that was when the comedy that was Rela's life entered a new chapter.
Equipment:
- Enchanted Robes: Fine robes, gloves, and boots colored in garish crimson and gold, enchanted for defense.
- Accessories: Amulet, rings, and circlet enchanted to enhance magicka capacity and spellcasting potency.
- Steel Dagger: Plain knife intended for utility work and last ditch self-defense.
Skills:
Major:
- Conjuration
- Alteration
- Destruction
Minor:
- Alchemy
- Enchanting
- One-Handed
Other:
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Name: Keirthanil Aldar
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Appearance:
Standing at a mere 6'3", Keirthanil is short...for an Altmer, especially one of his social background. His almost perpetually stooped posture, whether standing over a table, sitting at a desk, or simply with his nose in a book or scroll as he walks, does nothing to help this. Owing to large amounts of time spent away from sunlight, the golden hue of his skin is heavily subdued, with his appearance rendered pale enough that—in combination with his strikingly blue (not golden!) eyes—certain former "colleagues" were once bold enough to describe him as looking like a return of the ancient Snow Elves.
As if that is not bad enough, he chronically undersleeps, due more to a refusal to acknowledge the biological need than to any actual insomnia. When he's without assistants or others who will make sure to put food near him that he can absent-mindedly snack on, he'll often undereat as well, both leading to the pale, hunched elf having a noticeably careworn appearance. His robes almost inevitably appear too large for him, as well, especially when paired with the portions of armour that he'll wear when having to fare beyond his precious workshops and libraries, though he insists he isn't nearly as frail as people believe.
Personality:
Fellow mages on the Summerset Isle were not understating when they said that Keirthanil was haughty even for an Altmer. Coming from a family of high social class, it isn't unreasonable to say that he views the majority of his fellow High Elves in nearly the same way that they view any of the other races of Tamriel. One of the few saving graces to that is that he at least keeps it mostly to himself—given that he always preferred to work alone, he has never done much talking with others, certainly not enough to get used to issuing them orders or constantly casually insulting them or otherwise expressing any of the internal thoughts he might hold.
The other is that he is genuinely appreciative of anyone that he thinks carries some decent understanding of the study of magic and the world, though that can prove a double-edged sword, as he'll keep going until he finds where the person he's talking to doesn't have any great understanding, or disagrees with his own interpretations and theories, at which point his opinion of them can be irreparably damaged. This appreciation extends to anybody that can help further his own work, though depending on the manner in which he considers that to apply, the appreciation may be more or less hidden from any view.
In spite of his belief in his own natural superiority, and a natural prejudice towards any non-Altmer (and many fellow Altmer besides), it is important to note that Keirthanil does not hold to the sort of orthodox Thalmor-influenced view that non-Elves should be ideally eradicated; indeed, the races of men are crucial to his own long-term goals, something which has led to a powerful enmity towards the Thalmor and the Third Aldmeri Dominion overall, alongside what he considers to be "other insults" they have delivered unto him and his kin.
Brief Backstory:
Born decades before the Oblivion crisis, Keirthanil enjoyed a privileged upbringing within the Summerset Isles; by the time the Dunmer princess Morgiah became queen of Firsthold by marrying King Reman Karoodil, he had already completed his first degrees, and was enjoying life as an academic, both studying more and more and occasionally deigning to teach as well. When the Oblivion crisis began, he avoided engaging in too much direct fighting, though after years of study and practice his arcane skills were more than enough to keep himself protected—notably, he drew the ire of some of the more staunchly law-abiding mages he associated with at the time by flagrantly disregarding the Levitation Act and using the prohibited magic to great effect in avoiding the otherworldly invaders.
He shared in the horror of his people at the destruction of the Crystal Tower, though unlike many of them he at least had sense enough to avoid it, his studies into the nature of Mundus and the Aurbis making it clear that the tower would prove an obvious target to the Daedric entities invading their world. In the rebuilding, he devoted himself even more heavily to his studies—the rising of the Thalmor and establishment of the Third Aldmeri Dominion passed him by, as during that time he was slightly more focused on research that could extend his own life; rather than falling to Mannimarco's necromantic conceits, he managed to dig out of the libraries copies of Psijic research into the arts of life extension, as well as some writings from a provincial Telvanni mage who seemed more concerned with skin diseases than anything else, and various other options. He also had to be quite careful with his methods, as he didn't wish to reduce himself to a sapient whirlwind of unbound magicka.
After finding himself successful and devoting himself to ever-more obsessive study of the nature of reality, eventually realizing that decades had passed, he learned of the various events that had passed him by from some of his servants, between the dissolution of the Summerset Isles' monarchy, the prominence the Thalmor had taken, the renaming of the land to Alinor, and the fall of his own family and the seizure of their main holdings by the new government, which was perhaps the most insulting thing they could have done to him. He was, at least, smart enough to remain quiet about it, returning to his work in the universities and aiming for a position within the College of Sapiarchs alongside some of his former peers who hadn't lost themselves in their work and studies for decades. Of course, he continued his own studies into reality on the side, his theories on the distinction between Anuic and Padomaic spirits, and whether Lorkhan was truly as villainous as typical Altmeri mythology portrayed him, growing wilder and wilder as the years went on.
This, unfortunately, would be his downfall within the society of the Third Aldmeri Dominion; the Thalmor, knowing of his existence but as of yet not having managed to locate him, were looking for any opportunity they could find to remove him like they had the rest of his family. When he inevitably found himself embroiled in an argument with the Sapiarch over the sphere of Applied Phrenology, one which progressed to deadly levels as he challenged the other mage to a lethal duel and immediately began firing off spells, he was quickly set upon by a force of Thalmor agents, though they were unable to apprehend him. He quickly left the country, settling north of Anvil with a new workshop and the most important tomes from his library. Back home, he was officially declared Apraxic, with a bounty placed upon his head. Despite his location being rather openly known, none of the death squads or bounty hunters sent his way able to get the better of him.
Of course, this wouldn't stop an agent of the reformed Blades from getting through to him, gaining him a short audience with the new Empress to discuss the nature of time and how it might be disregarded; in return for essentially free access to imperial magical facilities, an official stipend, and the freedom to conduct his studies as he would, he agreed to act as an agent of the Blades himself, whereupon he quickly found himself sent to Hammerfell alongside some of the new sovereign's other...goons.
Equipment:
- Semi-armoured robes: Robes befitting an academic and accomplished mage of the Summerset Isles; he keeps them in good repair, though in recent years he has been forced to supplement them with light amounts of armour, though he is in good enough physical condition that it doesn't hamper him much.
- Accessories: While they are rarely necessary for proper pursuits in the field of magic, one is at time forced to engage in battle—enchanted jewelry and the like that enable one to forego the proper preparations and streamline the process of casting to ensure spells are used at their most efficacious and safest for the caster are a necessary conceit for travels such as Keirthanil now engages in, and with the remains of his familial wealth he has acquired more than enough to suit his current position.
- Steel-reinforced staff: A walking staff is important—it aids in locomotion, it can be used to fend off wild animals or brigands, and with the proper reinforcements and enchantments can even be crafted into a potent tool for spellcraft!
- Satchel: Full of books, scrolls, loose paper, writing materials, certain magical materials and alchemical ingredients. Nothing surprising for a mage such as himself.
Skills:
Major:
- Conjuration
- Alteration
- Restoration
- Mysticism
- Alchemy
Minor:
- Light Armor
- Enchanting
- Speechcraft
- Illusion
- Blunt Weapon
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Name: Verius Sanctian, formerly Saniren-Verak
Gender: Male
Race: Akaviri (Vampire)
Appearance:
I can assure you
I'm not dodging the question
Of the Tsaesci's look
Personality: Verius is a proverbial fish out of water from a very different era. He could ramble all day about much things have changed, and has particularly a lot to complain about regarding the state of the Blades compared to the old Dragonguard. However, he's nonetheless very dedicated to his duty as a Dragonguard and is overjoyed to be able to serve a Dragonborn Emperor once again. Just don't mention the Morag Tong or Dark Brotherhood to him- in his painted eyes, both of those organizations need to die a horrible, horrible death.
Long glory was wife to the all the knights of the dragon-banner, who knew no other and were brothers before beyond many seas and now were brothers under the law named the blade-surrender of Pale Pass. And having vampire blood these brother-knights lived for ages through and past Reman and then kept guard over his ward, the coiled king, Versidue-Shaie. The snake-captain Vershu became Renald became the protector of the northern west when the black dart was hooked into Savirien-Chorak.
-Remanada
Brief Backstory: Saniren-Verak was born to an Akaviri family during the reign of Reman III, with both of his parents being members of the Dragonguard. He followed in his parents' footsteps and became a member of the Dragonguard himself. However, several years after joining the Dragonguard, Reman III was assassinated and the Dragonguard were reorganized by Versidue-Shaie. Saniren-Verak was among those chosen to continue serving the Potentate, and just as some of his colleagues did, believed that atonement for their failure to protect the Reman dynasty would require many lifetimes. It was during this time that just as Snake-Captain Vershu changed his name to Renald, Saniren-Verak changed his name to the pseudonym Verius Sanctian, drawing inspiration from the small amount of Imperial blood in his heritage.
Shortly after Savirien-Chorak and his line was wiped out, Verius was targeted by assassins while in the Reach. Wounded and outnumbered, he fled into a Nordic ruin and hid inside a sarcophagus. Unfortunately, the coffin he chose was warded against undead to ensure its inhabitant remained dormant, and the wards reacted poorly to his vampire blood, and once he closed the lid, the wards trapped him and put Verius into a deep slumber. Even more unfortunately, the sarcophagus' original occupant was still in there with him.
Contained by the sarcophagus' magic, he remained inside (along with the slumbering Draugr) until 4E 203, when one of the Forsworn now occupying the ruin pried the lid open looking for loot. Verius' first impulse was to head to the nearest river and wash the smell of Draugr out of him, and his second impulse was to take refuge in Sky Haven Temple. Unfortunately, the traditions and dress of the Dragonguard had changed slightly in the thousand or so years since, and he was immediately taken prisoner by the local Dragonguard garrison.
During his involuntary stay at Sky Haven, Verius learned just how long he had been sleeping- another Dragonborn Emperor appeared, Renald and his remaining subordinates joined him and were renamed the Blades, all of the prophecies in Alduin's Wall had come to pass, Cyrodiil was once again ruled by ordinary mortals, the Thalmor now held a massive grudge against Tiber Septim and the Blades. For his part, he spent much of his internment complaining about how the Blades had forgotten the old Akaviri magics and about all the historical errors in the 2920 book series, having a minor existential crisis about the possibility that he spent 324 years serving the culprit who wiped out Reman's line and inflicted upon the Dragonguard their greatest shame, and ranting about how serving the Dragonborn should take priority over crusading against dragons. Fortunately, when the Dragonborn visited the temple, she was willing to give Verius a chance.
Equipment: Verius wears the gilded steel armor of the old Dragonguard, along with a sword and shield. In contrast to the more Akavir-styled armor and katanas of the Blades, the Dragonguard equipment of his time is much more Cyrodiilic in design.
Skills:
If you attack us, you will meet talons.
If you strike us, you will eat spikes.
If you injure us, our wounds will close.
If you anger us, you will burn.
If you run from us, we will pounce upon you.
-To Smite with Dragon Claws
In addition to being a skilled swordsman, Verius is a disciple of the old Akaviri magical combat arts once practiced by the Dragonguard. His techniques emulate the power of dragon and manipulating fire, and include forming weapons of fire to strike foes, a fire breath that is admittedly a pale imitation of the Thu'um, and the ability to very briefly give himself elements of a dragon's physiology, be it protective scales or wings to leap great distances.
Gender: Male
Race: Akaviri (Vampire)
Appearance:
I can assure you
I'm not dodging the question
Of the Tsaesci's look
Personality: Verius is a proverbial fish out of water from a very different era. He could ramble all day about much things have changed, and has particularly a lot to complain about regarding the state of the Blades compared to the old Dragonguard. However, he's nonetheless very dedicated to his duty as a Dragonguard and is overjoyed to be able to serve a Dragonborn Emperor once again. Just don't mention the Morag Tong or Dark Brotherhood to him- in his painted eyes, both of those organizations need to die a horrible, horrible death.
Long glory was wife to the all the knights of the dragon-banner, who knew no other and were brothers before beyond many seas and now were brothers under the law named the blade-surrender of Pale Pass. And having vampire blood these brother-knights lived for ages through and past Reman and then kept guard over his ward, the coiled king, Versidue-Shaie. The snake-captain Vershu became Renald became the protector of the northern west when the black dart was hooked into Savirien-Chorak.
-Remanada
Brief Backstory: Saniren-Verak was born to an Akaviri family during the reign of Reman III, with both of his parents being members of the Dragonguard. He followed in his parents' footsteps and became a member of the Dragonguard himself. However, several years after joining the Dragonguard, Reman III was assassinated and the Dragonguard were reorganized by Versidue-Shaie. Saniren-Verak was among those chosen to continue serving the Potentate, and just as some of his colleagues did, believed that atonement for their failure to protect the Reman dynasty would require many lifetimes. It was during this time that just as Snake-Captain Vershu changed his name to Renald, Saniren-Verak changed his name to the pseudonym Verius Sanctian, drawing inspiration from the small amount of Imperial blood in his heritage.
Shortly after Savirien-Chorak and his line was wiped out, Verius was targeted by assassins while in the Reach. Wounded and outnumbered, he fled into a Nordic ruin and hid inside a sarcophagus. Unfortunately, the coffin he chose was warded against undead to ensure its inhabitant remained dormant, and the wards reacted poorly to his vampire blood, and once he closed the lid, the wards trapped him and put Verius into a deep slumber. Even more unfortunately, the sarcophagus' original occupant was still in there with him.
Contained by the sarcophagus' magic, he remained inside (along with the slumbering Draugr) until 4E 203, when one of the Forsworn now occupying the ruin pried the lid open looking for loot. Verius' first impulse was to head to the nearest river and wash the smell of Draugr out of him, and his second impulse was to take refuge in Sky Haven Temple. Unfortunately, the traditions and dress of the Dragonguard had changed slightly in the thousand or so years since, and he was immediately taken prisoner by the local Dragonguard garrison.
During his involuntary stay at Sky Haven, Verius learned just how long he had been sleeping- another Dragonborn Emperor appeared, Renald and his remaining subordinates joined him and were renamed the Blades, all of the prophecies in Alduin's Wall had come to pass, Cyrodiil was once again ruled by ordinary mortals, the Thalmor now held a massive grudge against Tiber Septim and the Blades. For his part, he spent much of his internment complaining about how the Blades had forgotten the old Akaviri magics and about all the historical errors in the 2920 book series, having a minor existential crisis about the possibility that he spent 324 years serving the culprit who wiped out Reman's line and inflicted upon the Dragonguard their greatest shame, and ranting about how serving the Dragonborn should take priority over crusading against dragons. Fortunately, when the Dragonborn visited the temple, she was willing to give Verius a chance.
Equipment: Verius wears the gilded steel armor of the old Dragonguard, along with a sword and shield. In contrast to the more Akavir-styled armor and katanas of the Blades, the Dragonguard equipment of his time is much more Cyrodiilic in design.
Skills:
If you attack us, you will meet talons.
If you strike us, you will eat spikes.
If you injure us, our wounds will close.
If you anger us, you will burn.
If you run from us, we will pounce upon you.
-To Smite with Dragon Claws
In addition to being a skilled swordsman, Verius is a disciple of the old Akaviri magical combat arts once practiced by the Dragonguard. His techniques emulate the power of dragon and manipulating fire, and include forming weapons of fire to strike foes, a fire breath that is admittedly a pale imitation of the Thu'um, and the ability to very briefly give himself elements of a dragon's physiology, be it protective scales or wings to leap great distances.
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