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TES: Soul Cairn

Pyro V said
Changed the Shout into a variation of the firestorm spell.

You do realize this isn't Dark Souls right?

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I wasn't honestly trying to harass you, I thought you were joking.

Which you weren't which made it more awkward.

Anyways that's it, don't take it personally.

EDIT: And what Flamelord said. I really didn't see anything particularly soul shattering about the post. It was just a regular post, which is why I originally thought it was funny you bothered to put a 'trigger' warning. If someone gets bothered that easily, they probably shouldn't be RPing ^^;

TES: Soul Cairn

@Aza: Not using a shield ------> wat r u, casul?

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ReaptheMusic said
...Yeah... I did.

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LMFAO, did you really put a "trigger" warning?

TES: Soul Cairn

Name: Kodlak Storm-Fangs

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Race: Nordic Werewolf

Appearance: Built like a Dwarven Centurion, Kodlak is not someone who bends easily to the forces of the world. Wearing a suit of Ancient Nord Armor found east of Morthal inside of an undead crypt, Kodlak’s appearance can be rated from a scale from ‘Intimidating’ to ‘Terrifying’. Signs of aging are apparent however, despite his Werewolf blood suppressing most of them. His eyes are hallow, cheeks weathered nearly to the bone from the tides of Time, and his torso is scarred from countless battles.

He can’t be found without his standard Solitude shield and Skyforge sword.

Job: Stormcloak Remnant

Skills: Block (Master), One Handed (Expert), Restoration (Apprentice), Speech (Apprentice)

Personality: Kodlak’s personality can be quantifiable to his appearance. An artifact of Time past, Kodlak lives in the shadow of a fallen Kingdom and the mourning of a fallen revolutionary. While the end of the Stormcloak rebellion came as a relief to many Natives who simply wished the conflict over, Kodlak never fully recovered from the defeat.

Where others saw a power hungry king, Kodlak saw a true possibility for someone to revive his long dead Skryim. He’s fueled only by a burning hatred for Imperials and others he views as ‘weak’. That doesn't mean that he’s completely without human emotions however. He lives by a very strict code of honor and won’t hesitate to risk his life defending someone if he feels that they are unable to defend themselves.

He possesses a certain dishonorable bloodthirsty and cannibalistic side that keeps him from being a truly altruistic character. He had already been expunged from the Companions for this murderous attitude and when he was introduced to Werewolf blood, the cannibalistic instincts only amplified his murderous impulses. None the less, he does not prey on the weak. He carefully chooses his targets and makes sure that they are strong so that when he feasts on their flesh, he will be all the stronger.

History:
There are rumors of a warrior in the mountains
Who wears the skin of a man but has the fangs of a beast
Woe to those who pass the through the Forests in the East
For the man who guards them, his blade never sleeps
His cloak is adorned with symbols of nations past
And heart full of pride for a King that didn't last

What’s known about Kodlak is often spoke of in hushed tones and whispers. Some say that he was an ordinary mercenary in the Silver Hand who was bitten by a creature of the full moon and never quite recovered his sanity. Others swear that he pledged his afterlife to the Daedric Lord Hircine for the power to strike down all who opposed Jarl Ulfric.

What is kept on public record about him is that he was a part of the Companions at one point but kicked out for being reportedly ‘too cruel and vicious’. He was then seen in multiple skirmishes and major battles throughout the Civil War but others doubt these accounts due to their extravagance. Reportedly he was quick to discard his human skin and engorge himself upon the entrails of his enemies.

He was a loyal Stormcloak however and that is where his last name comes from. His real last name isn't known. It isn't known why his first name was adopted but many think it was in honor of the late Harbringer Kodlak, leader of the Companions. Mystery swirls like a bloody monsoon of death around this particular warrior. He’s never known to stick to any one place very long and it’s said that he occasionally commits one man raids against Imperial encampments though they have been hushed up by Elisif to prevent hysteria among the Legion’s ranks.

Kodlak found himself in the outskirts of Bruma after months and years of mindless wandering. The scent of bloodshed and massacre was too strong for his primal instincts to ignore and he found himself heading to the apocalyptic Imperial city like a moth drawn to flame.

Starting Point: Bruma

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Flamelord said
Oh, we're not negotiating. I'm just moving us to an area where civilians aren't in danger before I open up a can of whup ass on you. Because unlike you, I actually care about innocent life.

If you honestly think that I didn't already expect that you would do that at the very first second that Cole exposed his back, you are sorely mistaken.

The negotiations continue until Cole is at the Capital. And then, well that's up to Fate really.

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No, not this dream.

Not this one again.

Not this one.

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Cole's expression quickly lost its focus then regained it as fast as it left.

What am I doing again...?

Oh yeah, the hostages.

"One last detail."

Cole walked close to Alex and then raised his Tome to his waist level. The Tome had been misting without stop and the oceanic scent must have been smothering.

"You smell."

Cole then quickly sprayed down Alex with his Tome until his entire frontside, including his face, was coated with the vapor. A quick two second spray wasn't likely at all to kill the Justicar but it would leave a rather nasty burn along with severe scarring. Enough to make someone think twice about double crossing him. There was one small detail that Cole failed to mention to Alex however. Whether he came with Cole or not was a minor detail if he was concerned about the fate of the motel. Cole grabbed the detective's case and opened the door to the streets. "After you of course. You are going to be my escort after all, you might as well start acting like it."

And with that jolly prerequisite, he waited for the detective to take him to the doors of his beloved Capital.

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So I suppose that we ARE able to negotiate with terrorists now

See, it wasn't that difficult of a decision.

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Flamelord said
You and me both. Much as I'm tempted to go with the standard response of 'screw it, go ahead and blow us up, no negotiating with terrorists'.