[OOC] The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

[Letter Bee]

The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

It is the Year 168 of the Fourth Age, and the Empire is a shadow of its former glory. The current Emperor, Titus Mede II, has just ascended the Ruby Throne, yet already, things look dire - Hammerfell, Skyrim, and High Rock are the only provinces loyal to the nation while to the south, the Aldmeri Dominion and its rulers, the Thalmor, plot a grim war to end the worship of Talos, the man who became a God, no matter how many they have to slaughter to do it. In the story we know, they would win the Great War and get everything they wanted, but today, there is still strength and hope.

Realizing the decay and inflexibility of the Imperial Legions to changing circumstances, the Elder Council has authorized a discreet package of reforms to them and the Empire as a whole meant to strengthen not just its armed forces, but the nation's institutions as a whole. These reforms are enforced by the 'Hidden Militia', a covert force recruited from adventurers, mercenaries, and wandering traders whose purpose is to supplement the Blades.

You are one of them, tasked with one of the most important reforms of all - Paving the way for negotiations to recognize the Reach and its inhabitants plus the Wrothgar Mountains, where Orsinium (already a source of Legionnaires) is, as legitimate provinces of the Empire with the full rights of such; this means that they will be legally equal to Hammerfell, High Rock, and Skyrim, albeit with safeguards to make sure that it does not look like the Empire is allowing Daedra-worshippers to have their own provinces that worship the forces of Oblivion openly.

Whether you are Imperial, Nord, Dunmer, or Anti-Thalmor Altmer, you are to make sure this happens. Protect the diplomats trying to make this a reality, discredit dissidents trying to undermine the peace of the Empire by hindering this reform, and above all, screw over the Thalmor and their agents, who are trying to stop you!

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Yes, an RP set in the Elder Scrolls universe a decade or more before Skyrim. You are part of the 'Hidden Militia', a group working for the Elder Council, to strengthen the Empire of Tamriel. You can be from any of the 'accepted' races (the ones in the Skyrim Character Creator), and if you are a veteran RPer who can justify a Snow Elf well, you can try making one. Being a Vampire is forbidden because in TES Lore, Vampires are almost always willing servants of the vilest Daedra, Molag Bal. Werewolves are also not allowed, unless you are a veteran RPer who can write your OC as keeping a secret (your superiors ICly will still have to know about it, though).

Now, the rules!

1.) No godmodding, powerplaying, metagaming, etc.
2.) No getting raunchy with OCs or NPCs under 18, please. With OCs and NPCs above 18, just be careful not to do anything above non-descriptive nudity.
3.) No OOC feuding! If you must argue, be respectful. IC, meanwhile, you can hate each other as much as you like as long as it doesn't seep over to OOC.
4.) Please notify me if you will be gone longer than a few days, I will let you guys know if I will be gone.
5.) Having Necromancy as a Magic is forbidden ICly but not necessarily OOCly. If you want it, be prepared to be slaughtered by every other PC if you can't hide it.

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Character Sheet:

Name:
Race: (Nord, Redguard, Imperial, Breton, Orc, Khajit, Altmer, Bosmer, Dunmer, Argonian; no Goblins or Akaviri, while Snow Elves need [i]heavy[/i] justification.)
Appearance:
Age: (Adults are encouraged, for once in my RPs.)
Skills: (Including Magic; Conjuration, Destruction, and Alteration. Necromancy is only allowed if you are willing to be killed by the other PCs.)
Personality:
Bio:

OOC Discussion Discord

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[Crimson Flame]

Name: Auron Falareth
Race: Altmer
Appearance:

Auron stands tall at 6’3”, with a slender yet athletic build that reflects his noble upbringing and years of training. His golden-blonde hair is slightly tousled, reaching above his shoulders. His features are distinctly altmer. He has sharp angular features, emerald green eyes, and of course, the pointed ears. He carries himself with the grace and poise of nobility.

He dresses in finely crafted elven light armor, reinforced with leather for flexibility and adorned with subtle gold etchings that reflect his heritage. Beneath it, he wears forest green robes with gold trim. A green cloak, fastened by an emerald brooch, drapes over his shoulders. A leather harness carries his elven longsword, scrolls, and pouches for potions, while a small emerald pendant, a keepsake from his mother hides under his armor.

Age: 28

Skills: Swordsmanship, Destruction Magic (Lightning focus), Alteration magic, Speech

Personality: Auron carries himself with the grace and poise of Altmer nobility. He’s formal, well-spoken, and sometimes a little too proper, often resorting to the rigid etiquette drilled into him during his upbringing. At first, this can make Auron appear aloof, distant, or even snobbish. He may seem overly critical of others’ “improper” behavior without meaning to. He simply defaults to what he knows. Unlearning these behaviors is hard.

However, beneath all of his nobility quirks, lies a genuinely sweet and caring soul. Auron struggles to express emotions directly but shows his compassion through actions. Auron believes in the ideals of loyalty and honor. His greatest strength is his empathy. He sees the struggles of the people of Tamriel, and fights for them, even if he hides this compassion behind his noble demeanor.

He struggles with guilt over his family’s role in the thalmor’s attrocities, and his believed failure to stop it sooner. He also has trouble saying “I care” without sounding stiff or awkward.

Bio: Born as Auron Falareth of House Falareth, a respected noble house. Auron grew up in Summerset, where power was everything. House Falareth aligned itself with the Thalmor, providing mages and diplomats to support the Dominion’s growing influence. Groomed as an heir to the house, Auron was expected to serve the Thalmor and uphold their authority.

However, during a diplomatic mission to Valenwood, he witnessed the Thalmor’s growing influence firsthand. Their manipulation of the Bosmer and their readiness to execute dissenters under the pretense of “unity.” He was disgusted by their ruthless methods and ashamed of his family’s complicity in such actions. he spoke out, and urged his family to resist the Thalmor’s increasing influence. He was soon labeled a sympathizer for the Empire and forced to flee.

Auron fled Summerset with nothing but his skill, wit, and a desire to atone for the sins of his family. The Hidden Militia found him, where he offered his sword and magic to the Empire, believing it to be the only chance to stand against the Thalmor’s cruelry. Auron fights not only for Tamriel’s unity but also to carve out his own destiny, free of his family’s shadow.

[Carantathraiel]

Name: Auron Falareth
Race: Altmer
Appearance:

Auron stands tall at 6’3”, with a slender yet athletic build that reflects his noble upbringing and years of training. His golden-blonde hair is slightly tousled, reaching above his shoulders. His features are distinctly altmer. He has sharp angular features, emerald green eyes, and of course, the pointed ears. He carries himself with the grace and poise of nobility.

He dresses in finely crafted elven light armor, reinforced with leather for flexibility and adorned with subtle gold etchings that reflect his heritage. Beneath it, he wears forest green robes with gold trim. A green cloak, fastened by an emerald brooch, drapes over his shoulders. A leather harness carries his elven longsword, scrolls, and pouches for potions, while a small emerald pendant, a keepsake from his mother hides under his armor.

Age: 28

Skills: Swordsmanship, Destruction Magic (Lightning focus), Alteration magic, Speech

Personality: Auron carries himself with the grace and poise of Altmer nobility. He’s formal, well-spoken, and sometimes a little too proper, often resorting to the rigid etiquette drilled into him during his upbringing. At first, this can make Auron appear aloof, distant, or even snobbish. He may seem overly critical of others’ “improper” behavior without meaning to. He simply defaults to what he knows. Unlearning these behaviors is hard.

However, beneath all of his nobility quirks, lies a genuinely sweet and caring soul. Auron struggles to express emotions directly but shows his compassion through actions. Auron believes in the ideals of loyalty and honor. His greatest strength is his empathy. He sees the struggles of the people of Tamriel, and fights for them, even if he hides this compassion behind his noble demeanor.

He struggles with guilt over his family’s role in the thalmor’s attrocities, and his believed failure to stop it sooner. He also has trouble saying “I care” without sounding stiff or awkward.

Bio: Born as Auron Falareth of House Falareth, a respected noble house. Auron grew up in Summerset, where power was everything. House Falareth aligned itself with the Thalmor, providing mages and diplomats to support the Dominion’s growing influence. Groomed as an heir to the house, Auron was expected to serve the Thalmor and uphold their authority.

However, during a diplomatic mission to Cyrodiil, Auron witnessed the Thalmor’s brutality as they purged Talos worshippers, burning homes and executing innocents. This moment shattered his faith in his people’s ideals and forced him to question his family’s allegiance. When he spoke out, he was branded a traitor and hunted.

Auron fled Summerset with nothing but his skill, wit, and a desire to atone for the sins of his family. The Hidden Militia found him in Cyrodiil, where he offered his sword and magic to the Empire, believing it to be the only chance to stand against the Thalmor’s cruelry. Auron fights not only for Tamriel’s unity but also to carve out his own destiny, free of his family’s shadow.

@Crimson Flame

characters is one tab over ^ ^
[edit] for easy finding later, i dont think anyone minds it being here, too

[Letter Bee]

@Crimson Flame, not accepted yet; the Thalmor have no power in Cyrodiil in this year as the Great War and the White-Gold Concordat have not happened yet.

[Crimson Flame]

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characters is one tab over ^ ^
[edit] for easy finding later, i dont think anyone minds it being here, too

@Carantathraiel

I know, but he hasn’t been accepted yet. Once he is, then I’ll move him over.

@Crimson Flame, not accepted yet; the Thalmor have no power in Cyrodiil in this year as the Great War and the White-Gold Concordat have not happened yet.

@Letter Bee

Ok. What should I change it to?

[Letter Bee]

@Crimson Flame, let's discuss this on Discord.

[Letter Bee]

@Crimson Flame, acceptable now.

[ChronicleMan]

I shall make a character in a few days

[Letter Bee]

I shall make a character in a few days

@ChronicleMan

Okay. Just make sure not to do anything too disruptive, assuming you're Chronic.

[ChronicleMan]

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Okay. Just make sure not to do anything too disruptive, assuming you're Chronic.

@Letter Bee

k

[Letter Bee]

@ChronicleMan, should we wait for your sheet? Reminder that the RP will continue to be open even after the IC starts, btw.

[ChronicleMan]

@ChronicleMan, should we wait for your sheet? Reminder that the RP will continue to be open even after the IC starts, btw.

@Letter Bee

I’ll make mine tmr

[Andre Valias]

Name: Alexios Sintarus
Race: Colovian Argonian
Age: 23

Appearance: A young adult Argonian, Alexios has forest-green scales and gold-yellow eyes. His head is free of horns, quills or spines, allowing him to wear helmets. Due to rigorous legion training, he has built up a strong muscular athletic form. He almost always wears his Amulet of Akatosh. When he isn't wearing his legionary panoply, Alexios has homespun Colovian-styled plain clothes in wine-red and gold with a wine-red tied woolen cloak.



Skills:
One-Handed - Expert
Even before joining the Legion, Alexios often sparred with his father in the yard. In some ways, he ended up more of a swordsman than most of his cohort.

Two-Handed - Adept
Alexios also trained to use a long spear to deal with mounted combatants or larger foes.

Block - Expert
Sword-and-board is the Imperial Legion's bread and butter. The Cyrodiilic shieldwall is just as famed as their battlemages.

Heavy Armor - Adept
Heavy Armour use comes as naturally to legionaries as sword-and-board.

Light Armor - Adept
However, Alexios prefers to use a combination of both heavy and light armour for a balance of protection and mobility.

Athletics - Expert
Alexios would have left the Legion if he couldn't manage the rigorous training exercises. Fortunately for him, he excelled instead.

Provisioning - Expert
Another skill drilled into him by his father, Alexios knows more than most legionnaires (despite it being in their training manuals) about cooking meals and rations for different situations.

Armorer - Apprentice
Having recently been promoted to Lieutenant, Alexios has been taking lessons with Legion quartermasters and smiths on ways to maintain the effectiveness of his squad's equipment wherever they may be.

Personality: As typical of his Colovian upbringing, Alexios is disciplined and to-the-point. His humour at times can be somewhat dry, but he does possess one. He may seem unapproachable at first, but lends himself to be a stern yet caring comrade. He is an adherent of Akatosh, and believes fiercely in his doctrines of strength through endurance.

Bio: Born an unnamed hatchling in 4E 145 to poor Argonian immigrants, Alexios' birth parents gave him up for adoption to an affluent Colovian couple who were unable to bear children of their own. His adoptive mother Alaia was a seamstress, and his father Regulus was a retired Legate from the Imperial Legion. Soon after, they made their home in Kvatch a summer house after buying property in the Elven Gardens District of the Imperial City. As the balance of influence between Colovians and Nibeneans had tilted in favour of Colovians since the rise of the Mede Dynasty, the Sintarus family enjoyed respect within the community. Alexios' early childhood was peaceful, and he spent a lot of time with both parents. His mother would often make him new outfits as he grew, constantly taking Alexios' measurements, while Regulus took Alexios out on rides through the Imperial Isle.

When Alexios turned 13, his father thought him old enough and started to teach him skills from his Legion days. Most of Alexios' days soon consisted of being trained and moulded by his father, in order to follow in Regulus' footsteps and become a successful career legionary. The training yard, the bruises from sparring, the nicks from cooking, the ringing from his father's shouting: all of these became normal for Alexios. Alaia was the one to hold and comfort him after especially harsh days. For a while, Alexios struggled and starting at school made it no easier. Even though he's not the first Imperialised Argonian, it was still difficult for him to find friendship and support amongst his peers. Once, he was bullied on account of being adopted by Imperial parents: the other children called him a 'Trophy-Scale'.

He graduated when he was 18 and immediately enlisted in the Imperial Legion. Over the next five years, Alexios grew distant from his father but wrote often to his mother (whenever he could manage) and she would have care packages sent to him. Under the Eighth Legion, Alexios spent a lot of time in the field. His cohort were charged with rooting out renegades and bandits who had grown too strong and numerous in various regions. On one skirmish, the outlaws had taken refuge in an abandoned mine and rigged countless booby traps. When his commanding officer was crushed by falling logs, Alexios took quick charge of his squad. Barking the order for a shieldwall, the squad fended off arrows from cowardly bandits and their battlemage retaliated with fire and lightning. Under Alexios' leadership, the legionaries not only survived but apprehended the last of the outlaws.

Alexios was promoted to Sergeant for his bravery. However: he insisted that he remain in command of his squad, given the bonds he and his comrades had forged over time spent in the field. Together, they continued to bring honour to the Eighth Legion with their deeds. After recently being honoured with the rank of Lieutenant, Alexios and his squad remained tightly knit. Now, charged with joining the retinue of the diplomatic mission to the Reach, Alexios and his legionnaires remain battle-ready for whatever comes their way.

Readiness Report to Legate Urion

Compiled by Lieutenant Alexios Sintarus
Midyear 3, 4E 168

As requested, I have prepared a report on the combat readiness of my squad for your approval. Like most squads, we number 9 legionaries strong (myself included).

The legionaries under my command are as follows:
Rex Serici - Frontliner
Victoria Avitus - Frontliner
Samuel Avitus - Frontliner
Morak gro-Akarok - Linebreaker
Lucien Vautrine - Archer
Ilia Helvus - Archer
Blinds-And-Heals - Field Alchemist
Sindariel - Battlemage

We are outfitted mainly in medium-weight chain and leather armour, with the exception of Morak who prefers to be in plate armour. In prior combat, we've often used a smaller variation of hammer-and-anvil (Morak, of course, being our hammer). However, given the terrain and irregularity of our mission, I've prepared the squad with more adaptable strategies. I also hope that with our new auxiliary Blinds-And-Heals, we'll see our combat effectiveness double as long as he can gather materials for tinctures and poisons. Sindariel often runs short on magicka mid-combat, so I've tasked Blinds with working up mixtures that will help her continually cast for longer.

In summary, I believe we are prepared and ready for this escort mission. I await your word and/or approval.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Gooood morning

I was asked to join and I have trouble saying no to people.

they'll be up in the next few days. I have a lizard in the works.

[Letter Bee]

@Andre Valias, Approved.

@Rune_Alchemist, greetings! Want to join the Discord?

Also, someone made an Argonian too, just above, so it seems there's less elven bias than there used to be in the team. :P

[WSilversun]

For your consideration, Bee.

Kiffar

Kiffar the Unbound

Name:
Kiffar the Unbound, Kiffar, Iffy

Race:
Khajiit (Cathay-Raht)

Appearance:
As a Cathay-Raht, Kiffar will never have an easy time blending into a crowd. Standing at a full three meters and change in height, with a broad, powerful physique, he towers over kin and strangers alike. Orange fur, striped with black and accented by cream, make him stand out all the more- for even amidst his fellow Cathay-Raht, commonly darkly hued, he is unusual. Eyes of an icy blue give his stare a disconcerting level of intensity, let alone the unwavering nature of a feline gaze.

Beyond the natural gift of size, he is well muscled by a life of hard training and effort, with a fair share of scars beneath the veil of his pelt- enough to suggest a life of violence, though not so many as to imply he does not know how to duck. So far as gigantic tiger men go, he may yet be considered handsome, despite the beginnings of grey sneaking through the orange and cream around his chin, brows and whiskers.

Age:
36

Skills:

Skill Tree Wheee

Path of the Warrior:

One Handed - Expert - Swords, Axes, Daggers
Two Handed - Expert - Great Swords
Unarmed - Master - Khajiit Has Hands If You Want Problems
Thrown Weapons - Adept - Javelins, Axes, Daggers

Path of the Thief:

Sneak - Adept - Hides in Bushes. Smacks Things.
Alchemy - Novice - Cannot brew himself, but a Master of identifying other brews
Light Armor - Novice - Prefers to go Unarmored
Speech - Adept - Surprisingly Charming

Path of the Mage:

He Is Orange. Magic Is Hard. Kiffar Does Not Magic.

Personality:
Kiffar is a simple man, of simple drives. While it would be incorrect to call him stupid, he does not make a habit of concerning himself with intellectual matters, believing them best left to others with wiser heads than his own. He believes that there are very few problems that cannot be solved with either violence or flirting, and he vastly prefers the former option when possible. On his own, he is prone to aimless wandering- But with proper direction, he can be a terrible tool of brute force... So long as he remains fed and entertained.

Bio:

History of a Tiger

Kiffar, the Vast
Born a Cathay-Raht, destiny marked Kiffar for war, to be used by his people as an instrument of brutality, in defense of their home, or in pursuit of their goals in other lands. Even amidst his kindred, he grew to be large, powerful limbs lending him speed and strength fit only for violent use. The Cathay-Raht were once described as large and fast enough to do battle with werewolves, and Kiffar is a breathing example of that truth. They named his Kiffar the Vast, and he did battle in their charge.

Kiffar, the Manesguard
So great we're the actions of Kiffar the Vast, in the years of his youth, that honors were extended to his family- To come to the city-state of Torval, to be of the kind of the Mane. Kiffar was to serve as warrior guard, to be bastion and claw to the Mane himself, and he took this duty with pride. For ten years did he protect and serve the leader of his people. For ten years, he bore the palanquin upon his shoulders when his master sought to wander his realm. For ten years, they named him Kiffar the Manesguard.

Kiffar, the Unbound
War came to Elswyrr in the fourth era. War came, for leadership was lost. Assassins came in the night for the Mane, and like ghosts, evaded the watch of his guard. The Mane was slaughtered in his bed, and Kiffar knows only that the deed was done in the wake of his master's refusal to back the Thalmor. He believes, knows in his spine, that it was they who brought blades in the night. But this belief does not rid him of blame, and of guilt. The Manesguard failed in their charge, and were reviled for their failure. The whole of them were removed of their posts, as war began in the sands of Elswyrr, and vanished to wander, shamed. They named him Kiffar the Unbound, and he left his home forever.

[Rune_Alchemist]

@Letter Bee
Okaaaay, here she is.

Lemme know if there needs to be anything thats changed or you'd prefer just not having a more hardened criminal as part of the cast. Don't worry, she's not gonna get up to any nefarious shenanigans ICly, promise <3

Lizard

Name:
Meen-Lah
Race:
Argonian
Appearance:
Meen-Lah is well, rather well built for what one may think of an Argonian. Standing at a Six foot one and often seen wearing heavy armor and seemingly wearing a skull of another Argonian of some sort as a helmet, Meen-La's horned appearance often gives one pause. Her scales trend towards a slightly brighter shade of green than average for her Argonian kin.

Age:
28

Skills

Heavy Armor (Expert)
Heavy armor. The only correct kind of armor. Allows one to be able to simply shrug of blows and weapons from most sources noticing it just about as much as one would notice a mosquito bite. What better way to simply just plow through ones foes?
Two-Handed(Expert)
Simple. Effective. Sure, smaller weapons may be faster, but speed can only do so much against something that is faster. As long as you can get in one good hit with a warhammer, why bother with anything else? She much prefers her warhammer.
Speech (Adept)
You don't lead a band of mercenaries and bandits without some way of being able to control them. Unexpectedly, Meen-Lah prefers not using intimidation and violence against those who are with her. It breeds nothing but contempt and fear only works so much. Building up loyalty and camaraderie works much better to her. She may not be charming the socks off of any imperial noble, but when it comes to leading or encouraging a small group of people? She's fairly good at it, she thinks. If all else fails, good old intimidation is always something to fall back on.
Archery(Adept)
Sometimes, discretion is the better part of valor. One learns to do many roles in a life as a mercenary and bandit. She's not the best archer in Cyrodill, but giving an opponent an opening volley can vastly increase ones success of victory in an engagement. Its easy enough to just drop the bow and grab the blade if close range is needed.
Block(Adept)
Mitigating damage so one can fight longer? Definitely. While she vastly prefers just plowing through attacks and letting them bounce off her armor, she isn't stupid. Sometimes using her weapon as a shield to deflect or parry is a good idea.
Smithing(Apprentice)
She's not a master smith by any means, but maintaining ones equipment is always a good idea lest it ends up failing you at a critical moment.
One-handed(Apprentice)
A back up weapon is always good. A simple longsword is hers.
Enchanting(Apprentice)
Most Argonians have an affinity for magic. Meen-Lah has never really picked up that habit. The only practical use she really picked up from her mother, was that of enchanting. While she can't really trap souls herself, she does know how to use soul gems and at least theoretically could enchant items and weapons if she has one.

Inventory

- Steel Armor
Armor that Meen-Lah has had for years. Its weathered and seen its fair share of battles. Its decorated in feathers and some broken parts have been replaced with trophies from her various endeavors across the years.
- Steel Warhammer.
Her trusty weapon. Its sturdy, lovingly taken care of but the head of the hammer is lightly stained red. Like her armor its decorated.
- Bone Helmet. Where this actually came from is a mystery, but she'll give you a story about how it was either her old nemesis, the incompetent leader of the first band of raiders she served with, or some other similar story. Its an authentic argonian skull, though so make of that what you will. It has numerous feathers and decorations on it, giving her the appearance of having both large horns and feathered hair when worn.
-Steel Bow and arrows: A bow made of good, sturdy steel. Doesnt see much use, but she has it.
-Steel Longsword: A sword she carries as a backup weapon. Like the bow, doesn't see much use.

Personality:
Meen-Lah is scarily well adjusted for a person whose business entirely revolves around murder, violence, and crime. She's not outwardly violent or blood thirsty, in fact one could call her surprisingly practical, well spoken, and level headed. While she certainly loves the rush of adrenaline battle gives her and never shies away from activities involving physical prowess, she has never once really let it cloud her judgement or chased that high. To do so would make her worse off for it. Shes friendly enough to others, and treats most people politely and with respect. So much so one would be hard pressed to find the first thought of her is hardened criminal. She spends her free time reading books, chatting away at a bar or somewhere with the locals regaling them with either exaggerated endeavors or just straight up lies.

This isn't to say she's a saint, however. Meen-La is something of a control freak and does not like it when others tell her what to do or attempt to question her authority, supposing she has it. Many newcomers in the group found themselves on the receiving end of her warhammer to be taught a harsh lesson about who was in charge many a time. This is only really kept in check by her knowing theres a time and place for everything as well as where she stands in the current pecking order so it shouldn't be too much to worry about, for now. To say nothing of her lack of care for killing, pillaging, and other criminal acts and her sometimes over eagerness and unbothered attitude towards fighting and more deplorable acts.

Bio:
Born in Blackmarsh, Meen-Lah was a fairly stereotypical Argonian for those that were born there. Her naming day came and passed, and she was like most argonians simply living in the present as those kin to the hist and the marsh do. Even so, Meen-Lah always had a particular penchant for getting into trouble. Notably getting into fights for no reason and when she was sixteen she quickly found her place among a group of Argonian raiders who had no trouble raiding Dunmeri lands even after the war supposedly ended.

This, was her first 'family' as it were. A rough group of Argonian roughnecks who raided, pillaged, and plundered for their own gain. She didn't have a problem with this, the only problem she really had, was that she wasn't the one doing the leading and they were all rather...incompetent. Over eager, perhaps was the word she'd use for them. She ended up rallying some of the others behind her and challenged the leader to either step down as their leader or die.

He choose poorly, and after a duel she'd end up taking his head, skinning it, and wearing his skull as her own helmet, decorating it with feathers and protective symbols.

She'd go on to lead this band across Cyrodill taking contracts, engaging in banditry of her own. She'd allow others inside her little group be they mer, man or beast so long as they respected her authority and pulled their weight.

Eventually though, after a good decade or there abouts, did the imperials finally catch up with her merry band. Her only regret, if she had one, is that she didn't die in battle. The damn imperials wanted her alive, for some reason. After languishing in prison for a few months, they approached with a particular offer. In return for serving this little group, she'd at least get some partial freedom and a pardon for her more...heinous crimes so she could avoid execution.

Thats one version of the story, anyways.

The thing with Meen-Lah is that every time you ask, some details change. Small things that make a lot of difference. Or she'll tell you something else entirely. It can be assumed there;s some truth to her talking about her history or her stories, but overall, its best to take them with a grain of salt. The broad strokes are true, though. She is a criminal, and has done some very bad things in her time.

[Carantathraiel]

I assume she won't raise her scales at taking instruction or orders from the imps in charge?

[Rune_Alchemist]

@Carantathraiel

As it says, she knows where she stands in the pecking order of things. She's fine with her position and understands its a little precarious if she steps out of line.