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Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Ah, touché. Forgive me for doubting your logic.

Leos Klien

I would agree that a day from Ivarstead to Whiterun is much too quick, though. Fixed it to seven. ;)

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Yeah that's the plan Lord pie ^.^ Also, Black. Whats the point of going to Whiterun? It's in the opposite direction? You'll never make it in a day either. That's, at the very least a 4-5 day journey.

Leos Klien

To begin with, my characters have no clue about the dragon burial mound which is about to be visited by Alduin(the one in Kynesgrove). Second, they don't even know where Dovahfeyn are at the moment, so having Thorin, Lugdush and Scatha going to Kynesgrove based on nothing they know would be meta-gaming. Thorin is only proposing what he thinks is possible. Not even Scatha knows very much about the burial mounds, despite being an alchemist. When all three leave Whiterun, they may head east first, assuming that it's more likely to find the dragon slayers there.

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Having just heard the words Scatha said to him, Thorin rolled his eyes and gnashed his teeth: "Do you not know what this means? If the dragon slayers left this place long ago, they may have trekked over half of Skyrim by now!" he whispered. He had an ill temper and the Argonian's ambiguous speech was definitely something that sparked it. "Patience, Nord." Lugdush responded calmly: "We can still catch up with them, if we learn where they are heading. We need to make sure that we have sufficient resources, so that we can supply ourselves well enough for a trip, regardless of the length of the journey." Thorin then managed to grab hold of his temper and think for a while. He had all the resources required for a full preparation for the travelling. He had more than enough gold to buy horses for Scatha and Lugdush, and enough space for them to sleep inside his house in Whiterun, since he was the only one living there. He made a proposal: "My house is in Whiterun. You can meet me at the Bannered Mare in seven days, at 7 o' clock in the night. We can make preparations for a travel there. For now, we can only wait and see if anyone else who has heard of the dragon slayers arrives in Vilemyr today. It is always better to have more people by our side."

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How should I make my first post?

AdamantiumWolf

Like Roze said, you can go to Ivarstead and have your character find out that he/she is late. I have three of my own characters there, so interaction with other RPers isn't an issue.

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I love them, but I'll have to say no to your Argonian having Nightingale armour. Thieves guild armour is fine though.

MiddleEarthRoze

Just changed it, and added a hood as well! ;) I also took all new screenshots of the characters, with the appropriate armor.

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Aw, bugger. :P Oh well, guess I'll have to come up with a static plan of action for my characters; perhaps going to Thorin's house in Whiterun, or travelling about until they find Dovahfeyn.

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Finally, my first post is in. Hope you like it!

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Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Name: Thorin Hammerheld Age: 30 Race: Nord Class: Warrior Appearance: 6'4" high and weighing around 220 lbs. Thorin has long, but muscular limbs and broad shoulders, making his frame a powerful one. He has long black hair and light blue eyes. He has a small beard as well. Personality: Thorin is firm and forceful in his approach to problems and commonly words things with certainty and confidence. Being a Nord, he is innately courageous and defiant of those who dare oppress him and will fight until his last breath to save his highly-valued freedom. He has high self-esteem and tends to care about what he looks like in public on occasions that don't involve combat. He is extroverted and despises spending time alone, and will always seek to converse with someone nearby to gather any information for a cause of his. He generally believes he is right and has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, mostly due to pride and his reckless nature. Despite these negative qualities, Thorin is a devoted, loving friend who would gladly take an arrow to the heart for those he holds dear. He is also very generous, has a forgiving nature and is strongly optimistic, refusing to fall into despair, regardless of the situation at hand. Bio: Thorin was born on 7th of Last Seed, 4E 171, in Riverwood. His father was a childhood friend of the local blacksmith, Alvor, and in Riverwood they would continue their good terms. Thorin grew fond of Alvor, since he showed him many interesting weapons which sparked his desire to become a warrior. When he grew older, his father and Alvor taught him how to wield a sword, as well as other weapons of his choosing, because the young Nord grew tall, and he grew quickly for that matter. He soon mastered both one-handed and two-handed weapons, as well as the bow. His preference would soon go to two-handed weapons, and a Steel Greatsword, which was Alvor's gift to him. With news of a dragon burning Helgen and the further reappearance of dragons in Skyrim, Thorin saw a chance to go to Whiterun to look for the Dragonborn and aid him, yet sadly, as soon as he arrived in Whiterun, he received news of his death. Refusing to give up hope, Thorin bought a house in Whiterun, and started looking for other people that would dare stand up to the dragons, for he would not cower behind a window and watch them burn Skyrim and slaughter its people. Equipment: - Arms & Armor: Thorin is clad in Steel Plate Armor during his missions, complete with cuffed boots, Imperial gauntlets, and optionally, a steel helmet for protection on certain occasions. The cuirass itself was a gift to him from a Whiterun guard who is a friend of his. Thorin's preferred weapon for hand-to-hand combat is a Steel Greatsword, gifted to him when he was only 18 years old. His secondary weapon is also a two-handed weapon: a Steel Battleaxe. As far as ranged weapons are concerned, Thorin is armed with an Imperial bow, with which he shoots steel arrows. - Potions: Thorin is fairly acquainted with alchemy and knows how to create the potion of healing, the potion of health and the potion of enhanced stamina. likes to dip his arrows with Frostbite Spider venom, but mostly prefers the rare frenzy poison when performing stealth attacks on great numbers of foes. Other: Thorin's house is located in Whiterun, adjacent to the Warmaiden's weapon store. He frequently visits the Bannered Mare, and occasionally, the Drunken Huntsman. He is fond of beer and occasionally smokes. If there are any gems or trinkets that he craves to sell, he will drop them off at Belethor's General Goods store. Name: Lugdush the Blacksmith Age: 28 Race: Orc Class: Warrior Appearance: 6'6" high and weighs around 235 lbs. He has a herculean physique with very prominent biceps. His skin is a light green. He wears long, light brown dreadlocks tied into a ponytail. He has a small, snub nose, short lower fangs for an Orc, and red eyes. His most distinctive trait are a couple of deep scars over the left side of his face. Personality: Lugdush is mostly soft-spoken and collected, and hardly ever raises his voice. He is a patient, hard-working and extremely trustworthy Orc: once a promise is made, he will most likely keep it. Lugdush has a good memory, but rarely holds grudges. He is not aggressive and never gets angry without a good reason. He is prudent and always makes sure he thinks things through before making a move, as he is somewhat afraid of doing things wrong. Though he is introverted and enjoys spending time on his own, Lugdush is social and loyal to those he deems as friends. He has some difficulty expressing emotions as he prefers to keep them bottled inside, rather than have loud outbursts of feelings. Instead of laughing out loud at the slightest provocation, a smile or a quiet chuckle proves enough for him. He blames himself if mistakes are made, even if it isn't his own fault. He is compassionate and merciful and will gladly help the weak in need. Bio: Lugdush was born on the 18th of Sun's Height, 4E 173 in Orsinium. His father was a known blacksmith and he wanted to pass the knowledge of smithy onto his son. In progress, as he learned to forge, the young Orc started to use the weapons he created, becoming a self-taught fighter. Impressed by his original skills, his father commended him and encouraged him to continue both his work as a blacksmith and his training as a warrior. In search of a proper job, Lugdush traveled to Skyrim at the age of 20, and arrived to the city of Ivarstead. There, he became revered and quite wealthy for his craftsmanship, both common and Orcish, but he still generously sent part of his provisions to his parents in Orsinium. In Ivarstead, he met an Argonian named Scatha Lick-venom, who became his friend and frequent customer. Recently, he, like many, gained word of the dragon attack on Helgen, and the death of one known as a Dragonborn. Thinking that it's righteous to try and do something against the dragons, he listened to Scatha's advice and decided to join Dovahfeyn. Equipment: - Arms & Armor: Lugdush wears a full Orcish armor that he himself created. His main weapon for hand-to-hand combat is a self-made Orcish Greatsword of Chills, which was enchanted by Scatha. His secondary weapon is an Orcish Warhammer that was gifted to him by his father. He also has an Orcish bow, as well as arrows of the same origin. - Potions: Lugdush receives many of the potions he uses from Scatha Lick-venom. In battle, he likes to use paralysis poison, as well as common poison. Other: Lugdush frequently visits Vilemyr Inn when spending his free time. He doesn't drink often, but when he does, it's mostly mead. Name: Scatha Lick-venom Age: 25 Race: Argonian Class: Thief Appearance: 5'10" high and weighs around 165 lbs. His skin is nearly black, while his physique is lanky, which doesn't necessarily make him weak. His skull is more elongated and his chin more prominent than in other Argonians, while his head is decorated with spikes on the brows and two backward-curving horns at the back of his head. He has a brown feathery mane, while his eyes are light blue with slit pupils. Personality: Scatha is a quick-witted, boisterous and impatient Argonian. He finds spending time with people invigorating in any way, regardless if he knows them or not: time alone, though sometimes desirable, can bore him quickly. He is more of a talker than a listener and moves away from people he considers to be dull. He's quick to forgive and forget, and believes others should act in such a way, because he prefers to live in the moment, rather than dwell in the past. Scatha has an open sense of humor and can be very easy-going, encouraging people who take things too seriously to lighten up a little. He views things in a positive, optimistic manner. He is a show-off and has high self-esteem, making himself prone to bragging, but only to show how good he is, rather than deeming himself as better than others. The embarrassment of making a fool out of himself is outweighed in Scatha's desire to put on a show: he is excellent at creating a good distraction since he has a way with words. Bio: Scatha was born on the 3rd of Midyear, 4E 176 in Riften. His father was part of the Thieves Guild, though he never insisted that his son follows in his footsteps. Still, the young Argonian managed to learn a few things by observing his father. When Scatha was 13, his father was arrested by the Riften authorities, and Brynjolf adopted him to succeed his father. At the age of 18, fearing that he might end up the way his father did, Scatha traveled west, to Ivarstead. There, he worked on several successful thief missions, though he is known merely as an alchemist in Ivarstead. His reputation rose over the years and his potions received high acclaim in the city that lies beneath High Hrothgar. With news of the Dragonborn's death, Scatha decided to urge his friend, Lugdush the blacksmith, to join him on the quest to join Dovahfeyn, in order to save the world from the clutches of the dragons. Equipment: - Arms and Armor: Scatha wears a set of Thieves Guild Armor, complete with gloves enchanted with fear, boots and a hood. His main weapons are a pair of Blades Swords, which he discovered in a cave on the road to Ivarstead. His ranged weapon is a Hunting Bow, and he shoots iron arrows. - Potions: Being an alchemist, Scatha can mix up all sorts of potions. Whatever poison there is, the crafty Argonian will come up with a cure. Other: Scatha spends every night after work at the Vilemyr Inn to find rumors and possible leads for thief missions.

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In Ivarstead, a tall, hooded figure stepped through the still of the morning, heading to Vilemyr inn to sleep before returning home to Whiterun. He was on return from a merchant journey to Riften, so he stayed on foot all night and needed to rest. He was astounded that the Dragonborn had been felled in combat merely days after word spread of his arising. Now, all seemed hopeless, all seemed to be set to fall down Alduin's gullet. But not for Thorin Hammerheld: he refused to give up hope that the Dragonborn was the only person who could fell a dragon in battle, and that there was something more that men could do. Only rumors reached him of a gathering of dragon slayers at Vilemyr inn, but the Nord warrior considered it a joke, a scam to make fools out of people, and he would stick to that claim, until tonight...

As he walked inside and sat down, Thorin ordered an ale, some bread, and a goat cheese wedge. As he was eating, he was approached by a male Argonian, who joined him at his table: he was black-skinned, short for his species and had quite an ornate head, like many. As Thorin ate, he twitched his head upon seeing him in utter surprise: Who was he, and where did he come from?, he wondered, but the Argonian revealed his identity fairly quickly.
"Allow me to introduce myself, Nord." he spoke: "My name is Scatha. Scatha Lick-venom."
Thorin then let his guard down and nodded his head. He was familiar with him, since there was word of an alchemist here, even outside the boundaries of this little place. "I know who you are, Argonian." his deep voice replied.
"And your name?" Scatha asked.
"Thorin." the Nord responded: "My name is Thorin Hammerheld of Whiterun."
Just then, a waitress was nearby, and Scatha grabbed her arm and said: "I'll have a beef stew and an Alto wine." Inquisitively, the Argonian continued the conversation with Thorin: "So, what brings a Nord from Whiterun to Ivarstead?"
Thorin took a sip of ale before responding: "I was on the way from Riften, doing business. I managed to sell a couple of dragon scales I uncovered near the western watchtower. I made four hundred septims, and I will gladly pay for your dinner." The waitress then brought over Scatha's order.
As Scatha ate, a very tall Orc with long, brown dreadlocks walked over and sat with Thorin and Scatha. The Nord immediately recognized him as Lugdush, a famous blacksmith from Ivarstead. He offered his hand for a shake: "Lugdush of Orsinium? It is a pleasure to meet one of the finest smiths in all of Skyrim. My name is Thorin Hammerheld."
"Good evening." Lugdush simply replied while shaking the Nord's hand.
Scatha would then continue talking, based on Thorin's mentioning of dragons: "Now, since you spoke of dragons, there's still hope for stopping them. I heard that there's a gathering of dragon slayers, even Blades members on High Hrothgar, in order to form a group called, something like... Dovahfing. Forgive me if I am wrong, but I forgot the word."
"Dragon slayers?" Thorin asked through a whisper, as not to get attention. Hearing that there is a gathering of those who would dare oppose the rule of Alduin, Thorin was positively shocked and even invigorated. He caught his breath and then say: "We must go to High Hrothgar after you have finished your meal! I want to know if what you speak of is true."
"But that was weeks ago, if not months." the Argonian then said.

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At last, my work is done for now! ;) I'm all set to play.