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The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

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The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

It is regrettable indeed but I thank you for playing while you did :)

Long Live the Queen!

Name- Geralt Montegue
Age- 34
Gender- Male
Race- Human
Occupation- Kings (or Queens) Ranger
Appearance-


Geralt is a man of average size at 5'10. His muscles, while not as built as a knights, are fine toned from years of training and experience. His hair is a dark brown and shoulder length. The Rangers eyes are an unusual shade of gray and coupled with his thousand yard stare, make an intimidating sight to behold. A short, grizzled beard marks his face and leaves an appearance of rugged charm. He can usually be seen wearing (if he's seen at all) simple brown trousers and tunic with leather gauntlets and boots. A short sword hangs at each hip and beneath his forest green cloak there is a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. The Rangers bow, while not in hand, is slung over his shoulder.

Personality- Geralt, while outwardly grim and unapproachable, is actually a rather pleasant individual. Sarcastic and witty with a bit of mysterious charm. The Ranger is known by many in the court by reputation alone and friend to few. The late King himself was a friend to Geralt and his death weighs heavily on the Ranger. But he is a man of duty and his services have passed to the Queen.

Magic- N/A
Abilities- Geralt is a master of stealth. His comings and goings are noticed only if he wishes them to be. As one would expect, the Ranger is also skilled with a bow and throwing knives. He is also a proficient tracker.
Weaknesses- Close combat. With his dual short swords, Geralt is an above average swordsman but nowhere near as skilled as say a Knight would be.

History- "There has always been a need for a King to have scouts, spies, and messengers. A Ranger is all of these things and more." Those were his fathers first words to him upon the start of his Ranger training. Geralt would hear similar philosophies from his father through the course of his training, which took place from his 14th birthday until he was 21. During this training, he spent endless hours creeping through the forests surrounding the capitol and even through the streets. Another integral part of training was learning to track. Geralt cannot count how many practice trails his father created for his training or how many animals he tracked and killed with his bow. He took to archery rather quickly, by the time he was 17 Geralt could peg a sprinting deer with a kill shot at a hundred yards.

His father, Roland, was one of the Kings most trusted advisors and scouts. Of course there were other Rangers, Spies, Assassins.. but none of them held in high regard as Roland. And it was a sad day indeed when the old Ranger passed and left Geralt to carry on his legacy only a year after he'd completed training. And so began his mission to live up to his fathers reputation and over the last ten years, Geralt has done quite well for himself.

At the ripe old age of 34, Geralt is one of the most prominent Rangers alive. Even the Elves recognize his exceptional marksmanship and forestry skills. The death of the King had a profound effect on the Ranger however and his demeanor has darkened considerably to those who know him. To the younger members of the court Geralt is just a grumpy old sneak. He's pledged his loyalty to the young Queen however, trusting in the daughter of his old Friend to rule with justice. Geralt has assumed a more passive role lately and hasn't left the castle in some days now, keeping a watchful eye on all who seek audience with the Queen.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Dralith couldn't contain his chuckle at the reactions of Brogan and Henry. Clearly they were not amused that he'd chosen to stay back and send them into the fray and that was all well and good. For those who saw him in the inn there was no doubt in his swordsmanship and he didn't feel the need to prove anything to anyone at this moment in time. Once through the gate, where his skills would be needed most, he would not hold back. For now the Dunmer was content to let his prodigies handle the light work.

"Couldn't we have taken a more strategic approach?" asked the Bard.
Dralith shrugged half heartedly. "The Orc jumped to it, not I." No sooner had the words left his mouth that the Bard set down his lute and bade him to guard it before joining the fight.

Karnog bounded for the Dremora, closing the distance with long powerful strides. The Dremora turned to face him and a guttural growl issued forth in challenge to the charging Orsimer. They met with a thunderous clash of axe and claymore. Karnog heaved his axe in a heavy side swipe that would have cleaved the beast to the spine had it's sword not intercepted the blow just in time. He stepped back and brought the axe up for a downward chop, the Dremora readied itself and poised to block. The two weapons met once more and as the clashed, Karnog rushed forward with the butt end of his axe and smashed it into the beasts gut. Stunned, the Dremora staggered back but recovered quickly and struck out at the Orc with a floury of slashes and thrusts. Without expecting such speed with a claymore, Karnog was forced into a defensive posture that had him losing ground. On came the Daedra and the big Orc did well to block and parry the majority of the strikes. Several got through his defense in the form of glancing blows to his arms and one to his side. This did little but to enrage him and Karnog planted his feet, standing his ground. With the hooked part of his axe, he locked the Dremoras blade as it attempted a sideward slash. With the creatures weapon trapped, Karnog stepped into his enemies guard and rammed his fist into its face. The Dremora stumbled back and Karnog followed on with two more solid jabs. Sword still locked in the axe blade, he brought it low and planted his heavy boot on the blade and forced it to the ground. He spun then with his axe and caught the creature in the face with the back end then spun once more in the opposite direction, lopping the Dremoras head from its shoulders. The big Orc lifted the head high and shouted in victory. "They can be killed!!" his chest puffed and he beamed with pride. How Malacath would be pleased at the victory over the Daedra.

As he threw the head, a force of searing heat hit him square in the back and he yelled in pain and frustration then turned to see a cultist bearing a mace and a handful of fire. With a primal roar, Karnog charged his new enemy.

Dralith watched the duel between Orc and Dremora, all the while noting that one of the creatures was no real threat to the large Orsimer. This hardly came as a surprise to the Dunmer but he nodded in approval nevertheless.

The Beasts Within

Barbie with a 50? lol interesting Navy Vet.

T.T hoping this'll start soon.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

You can start wherever you wish, though you'll not interact with any of the current characters until after they exit the oblivion gate.

The Beasts Within

The odds are against me but I shall not falter, I will stand firm and resolute!!

The Beasts Within

Only male character so far. Oh Gawd T.T

Bwahaha. If you're not with me then you're my enemy! And yes, Sith deal in absolutes o.0

The Beasts Within

*taps fingers together* Eeexcellent. Yes, come to the Dark Side... we have Wendys.

The Beasts Within

Its true, I am not. I've only seen one or two episodes of the show.

Edit: Legend of Zelda type setting? sounds awesome. Song of storms (metal version) will be Ralynx's theme song :D