Andreyich

Blackguards!

"Barbarians? You mean the likes of which have been made my unfortunate company?" Xerus wondered out loud, giving his lip a few thoughtful taps with an index finger. Still, deigning himself to still be loyal to the realm, Xerus saw a very definite threat described by the Warden. Indeed, if he hadn't been arrested it would be an almost guaranteed fact that he'd end up fighting these barbarians as a commander and warrior on the field of battle.

Well, he'd be doing the same now. Of course, now his company would be a lot less pleasant. Gone were his retainers, gone were his loyal footmen and banner bearers and servants. Alas, this vermin he was surrounded by would suffice. He scratched his mustache, taking in the appearance of these agents that they were to discover. "Oh but Warden dearest, what if we fail to find them? Not by a lack of want that is, but a crisis of competence among either us or them? That is to say, if they have already all been disposed of by the foemen? How would we go about contacting you if we cannot find these people?

Still, it seemed time for them to go. "Wheeeeeeeee!" the elderly gentleman wooped and howled as if a child on a toboggan as the world twisted and turned, until at last they were in new surroundings.

Opening his eyes, he jumped upright. Ah, his staff was with him! Giving it a twirl between his fingers before placing it down into the dirt. "We are exactly where we need to be my dear little beast!" he proclaimed, very obviously assuming the greenskin lacked the attention span to make heads or tails of the crone's ramblings.

"Since the sun is that way, then East is that way." Xerus would remark, first pointing the spear skywards, and then in the direction he assumed that the city they were to get to was. "East I figure, is a good guess to find the city we need, since this upstart nation is to the East. Now then, on we go!" He finished with a sing song voice.

He wouldn't wait any longer, from there heading in the direction he'd declared. He was quite spry for an old man, speed-walking faster than many a pampered nobleman could. But, he did also clearly find much need of his spear as a walking stick, propelling him faster across the scene. After all, there was no time to waste! The Kingdom awaited its loyal servant's labours. He wasn't going to wait for some bird to tell him where to go. But, he had to concede, the woman had the right idea. With a sigh, he'd reach into his pockets and root around for some chalk. Aha, yes! They'd left it there! He'd start scrawling the appropriate sigils on his breastplate in the hope of doing a bit of scrying to see their surroundings.

Blackguards!

excellent, I should have a post out before the weekend is through.

Blackguards!

can we assume we also got all our equipment and stuff with us?

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

great! One more question, are you considering ESO canon? Was thinking my character would be something along the lines of the Templars therein in terms of skills on the sheet

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

What happened to the Stormcloaks? I was thinking maybe an Imperial that fled to Skyrim to worship Talos just before the civil war, then became a Priest of Talos before being captured by the Empire. Depending on what the Empress did during the events of TESV the character would range from reluctant to enthusiastic. Probably of wealthy background, relatively educated before becoming a bit savage as he integrated among the Nords he ministered to.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

We're bringing Talos EVERYWHERE

Blackguards!

Xerus awoke, and thus inevitably he knew he was alive. If this was heaven, or perhaps hell, it would not feel like consciousness as he had known it. Either he would be free of the material conditions that had bound him to his innumerable sins, or inversely he would be bound to it in a manner far greater than he had been ever before. But evidently he was still alive, not yet free of the mortal bindings that marred his mind.

Alas.

He opened his rheumatic eyes, and still there was darkness. It did not matter.

This Jailor woman was a nuisance, not an obstacle. Already in his head he had gone through dozens of theorems about the nature of magicks and esoterica that she hadn't considered punishing him for. Already he had published them, and then replied to them with critiques. But... for the consumption of the unwashed masses, he supposed he had to convey this information to them somehow.

"The Pipes, the Pipes...." he murmured harmoniously under his breath, smiling as consciousness entered him once more. Yes, this was a world he could bring under his control, one he could interpret in his terms.

As Xerus opened his eyes, he sniffed. He listened. These were not souls worthy of discussion with him. They were all interested in some inferior cause of theirs, none of them were interested in the primordial concern of love, nor were they interested in learning. Oh well, it would have to be.

Ah. Her. The Jailor. Truly a nuisance. Gagged, blinded, bound, his work had become very difficult in those abominable conditions. But still, his mind was free, and though he had only so much local memory to work with, he could still make progress in his studies. For now here merely worked on trying to suck out a particularly annoying piece of the gruel he'd been fed that had managed to get stuck in his teeth. It was truly fascinating how it seemed to liquid and insubstantial, yet managed to be a dental atrocity at the same time. Even though a victim of it, he had to condemn the minds of the prison for creating such a mundane but persistent torment. If only those minds were applied to something greater! Alas.

Well, he could only assume his new state was good news. It wasn't as if they'd bother with such an elaborate effort just to kill him. That means he was needed for something. A smile came across Xerus. He twisted his lips a little to nibble off the messy edges of his ungroomed mustache, so as to be a little more presentable.

He wasn't alone, and he had to set himself above the scum around him. But it seemed there would be a wait for everyone to be ready to speak. Thus, simply chose to pass the time amiably. Softly, little more than a hum, he began to sing.

Golden light, golden light,
Even in darkness, I still see!
Come the day, come the night,
I know the light's with me!

Blackguards!

I'll probably post come the Friday

Blackguards!

magic grandpa (not a wizard!)

Xerus

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Name

Xerus Stunn of Highstream

Race

Human...ish.

Gender

Male

Age

His fifties. Or was it seventies? He can't quite remember.

Appearance

Of average height and a mighty build diminished by age and disuse, Xerus is clearly old, but how old becomes hard to tell. His hair and eyes both seem dimmed, yet his skin is much less wrinkly than it should be. Yet... this appearance is also unnatural, as one gazes at it they would get the feeling that said skin was stretch out by some unnatural force to give the simulacra of youth.

Personality

Xerus has the appearance of always being smug, of not letting something on. This is by and large because that is the case. He is arrogant, believing himself to be wiser and more learned than everybody else. However, he at the very least seems to have some understanding of the value of individuals, indeed despite raising many as dead servants he is nonetheless far from the worst of people, avoiding tormenting innocent souls by disturbing their undead rest. He is slow and difficult to anger, but he becomes especially petty and vindictive to those that manage to breach his pompous veneer. As a habit of his patronizing nature, he is often giving unwanted lessons on just about every topic that comes to the fore.

Background

Xerus was born to the Noble family of Highstream, so named because of the mount their keep was on that had a great reserve of water ceaselessly flowing out. He was a good, virtuous boy doing all as his family demanded of him. A shining heir to his father, he was proud to aid the King in his conquest, a faithful Paladin leading many troops of his own banner and soon others as he grew in prominence within the new order. Savage barbarians, rebellious heretics, inhuman scum, all were destroyed by the thousands at his well-planned orders and in many cases by his own hand.

But as time passed, his victories seemed ever... stranger. Reports from his subordinates became more incoherent when they were asked for, while his foes seemed to be dead in ever stranger ways. Things only came clear when another Lord came to relieve a siege a day earlier than was anticipated. He witnessed the enemy risen as the dead against their own comrades, and swiftly reported what Lord Xerus was up to.

Lord Xerus took his arrest calmly, with naught but a soft knowing smile on his face as he was taken away and gently insisted he was still a loyal servant of his King. As people searched his properties the investigators were able to vaguely piece together a story of his slow descent into madness. It all began with an artifact years ago that he recovered from a defeated warlock, all seemingly innocent as a way to better understand his foe. But as he went deeper and deeper in his studies he seemed to employ stranger and stranger methods, though he always insisted he was in control because he took to this as a craft, rather than as an art.

Some speculated this was all in an effort to somehow save his sick children, some that he was simply lusting for power. None could tell that Xerus simply sought knowledge and his own personal development. They were astounded to find that by himself he had gone leaps and bounds above the studies of many of the same witches and warlocks that he had slain during his service to the Kingdom, out of pure desire to learn with the shackles of the ritualism and secrecy others needed being dropped.

Talents

-Xerus can swing a sword, although he is a bit old and out of practice.
-He is an expert commander and leader.
-Sorcery: While it was Necromancy that put him into the Maw, he can practice magics of just about any kind. From druidism to scrying to pyromancy to even calling on some of the old might when he was merely a Paladin of the realm.
-Knowledge: he has studied almost everything under the sun if a book about it could be procured (legally or otherwise) within the Kingdom. From history to alchemy to geography to cooking and glassblowing, he has read it.

Flaws

-He is not a true wizard, he is a sorceror. What that entails is that he has very little if any magic truly within himself. He needs some external source of magic like a staff with a magical focus within, or ritualistic components, or words of power to recite (the memorization of which has lead to him being gagged for his duration of his stay in the maw). In particular, this means that this means he is much more reliant on his corporeal wellbeing and material goods for magic than other practitioners of magic are.
-He is old. While no geezer or old coot, he will simply laugh if told to perform a feat necessitating any great agility like scaling a mountain or crawling through a small passage. He also cannot run very fast (or at all, for that matter, a sort of half-jog being the best he can do without magic). Of course that is only the tip of the iceberg resulting from his age. A much more sensitive stomach than others, longer sleep schedules, and so much more are results of his age even if he slowly works to undo its effects with his studies.
-Can't swim

Equipment

A set of his old full plate, a long spear (merely a way to conceal his staff), a dagger, chalk, and assorted ritualistic-alchemical items like incense and candles.

Miscellaneous

N/A

Blackguards!

magic grandpa (not a wizard!)

Xerus

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---

Name

Xerus Stunn of Highstream

Race

Human...ish.

Gender

Male

Age

His fifties. Or was it seventies? He can't quite remember.

Appearance

Of average height and a mighty build diminished by age and disuse, Xerus is clearly old, but how old becomes hard to tell. His hair and eyes both seem dimmed, yet his skin is much less wrinkly than it should be. Yet... this appearance is also unnatural, as one gazes at it they would get the feeling that said skin was stretch out by some unnatural force to give the simulacra of youth.

Personality

Xerus has the appearance of always being smug, of not letting something on. This is by and large because that is the case. He is arrogant, believing himself to be wiser and more learned than everybody else. However, he at the very least seems to have some understanding of the value of individuals, indeed despite raising many as dead servants he is nonetheless far from the worst of people, avoiding tormenting innocent souls by disturbing their undead rest. He is slow and difficult to anger, but he becomes especially petty and vindictive to those that manage to breach his pompous veneer. As a habit of his patronizing nature, he is often giving unwanted lessons on just about every topic that comes to the fore.

Background

Xerus was born to the Noble family of Highstream, so named because of the mount their keep was on that had a great reserve of water ceaselessly flowing out. He was a good, virtuous boy doing all as his family demanded of him. A shining heir to his father, he was proud to aid the King in his conquest, a faithful Paladin leading many troops of his own banner and soon others as he grew in prominence within the new order. Savage barbarians, rebellious heretics, inhuman scum, all were destroyed by the thousands at his well-planned orders and in many cases by his own hand.

But as time passed, his victories seemed ever... stranger. Reports from his subordinates became more incoherent when they were asked for, while his foes seemed to be dead in ever stranger ways. Things only came clear when another Lord came to relieve a siege a day earlier than was anticipated. He witnessed the enemy risen as the dead against their own comrades, and swiftly reported what Lord Xerus was up to.

Lord Xerus took his arrest calmly, with naught but a soft knowing smile on his face as he was taken away and gently insisted he was still a loyal servant of his King. As people searched his properties the investigators were able to vaguely piece together a story of his slow descent into madness. It all began with an artifact years ago that he recovered from a defeated warlock, all seemingly innocent as a way to better understand his foe. But as he went deeper and deeper in his studies he seemed to employ stranger and stranger methods, though he always insisted he was in control because he took to this as a craft, rather than as an art.

Some speculated this was all in an effort to somehow save his sick children, some that he was simply lusting for power. None could tell that Xerus simply sought knowledge and his own personal development. They were astounded to find that by himself he had gone leaps and bounds above the studies of many of the same witches and warlocks that he had slain during his service to the Kingdom, out of pure desire to learn with the shackles of the ritualism and secrecy others needed being dropped.

Talents

-Xerus can swing a sword, although he is a bit old and out of practice.
-He is an expert commander and leader.
-Sorcery: While it was Necromancy that put him into the Maw, he can practice magics of just about any kind. From druidism to scrying to pyromancy to even calling on some of the old might when he was merely a Paladin of the realm.
-Knowledge: he has studied almost everything under the sun if a book about it could be procured (legally or otherwise) within the Kingdom. From history to alchemy to geography to cooking and glassblowing, he has read it.

Flaws

-He is not a true wizard, he is a sorceror. What that entails is that he has very little if any magic truly within himself. He needs some external source of magic like a staff with a magical focus within, or ritualistic components, or words of power to recite (the memorization of which has lead to him being gagged for his duration of his stay in the maw). In particular, this means that this means he is much more reliant on his corporeal wellbeing and material goods for magic than other practitioners of magic are.
-He is old. While no geezer or old coot, he will simply laugh if told to perform a feat necessitating any great agility like scaling a mountain or crawling through a small passage. He also cannot run very fast (or at all, for that matter, a sort of half-jog being the best he can do without magic). Of course that is only the tip of the iceberg resulting from his age. A much more sensitive stomach than others, longer sleep schedules, and so much more are results of his age even if he slowly works to undo its effects with his studies.
-Can't swim

Equipment

A set of his old full plate, a long spear (merely a way to conceal his staff), a dagger, chalk, and assorted ritualistic-alchemical items like incense and candles.

Miscellaneous

N/A