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Kla'do Oura'an V'yeh so tri'Jo gh'Lach, Set au'Da Bre'jo, te'Vah Gre'jen sin sje bha'Kan Ra'a. Bve ta'al scru'Nau syr ga'on.
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@Maki Casanova wut even
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Uh guys pretty sure Alice has already posted, or am I being a nub?
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Is there no way we can progress a teeny-tiny bit? Pweaase? :P
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C'mon Alice we wanna get started! :P
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Of couse, do tell!
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Arijen Eldjarn: 100G
Backstory
Arijen opened the wooden door, to reveal a cacophony of music, singing and chatter, once his eyes had adjusted to the bright surroundings, he slowly began to take in the sights and sounds of this strange place. He stepped forward tentitively, understanding that he was on the second floor of a building of somekind, overlooking a vast plaza with a gathering of people. Intrigued, he returned to his adopted abode and collected his things, feeling reassured by his twin bronze blades that now rested by his waist. He once again looked at the mysterious note on the desk, before placing it into his pocket and began heading down towards the plaza.
Upon arrival on the plaza edge, he glanced back to the building he had descended and realised it was a tavern named 'The Flaming Dagger', from which there appeared to be some sort of commotion inside, yet he continued briskly towards the center of the square when a large group of people had begun to congregate. Upon closer inspection they were throwing small, silver medallions into the fountain, watched over by a large stone figure. Although the atmosphere was jovial, there was an underlying thickness to the air and people seemed somewhat cautious in their movements. Arijen looked up towards a large towering structure that he instantly recognised, 'The Citadel of Zorrowdawn', and felt an air of relief now that he was aware of his location.
At first it had not been apparent, but there was a distinct divide between those in the plaza, the majority of them were Nords like himself, characterised by their stark blue eyes and fair hair, yet some did not fit it, wearing imposing metal chestplates and were shrouded in dark blue cloaks, no doubt concealing weapons of some kind. A noise caught his attention as he wheeled round to face the tavern, the commotion had broken onto the street and a crown began to form. Slipping into the shadows, Arijen watched attentively from a distance.
Backstory
Arijen opened the wooden door, to reveal a cacophony of music, singing and chatter, once his eyes had adjusted to the bright surroundings, he slowly began to take in the sights and sounds of this strange place. He stepped forward tentitively, understanding that he was on the second floor of a building of somekind, overlooking a vast plaza with a gathering of people. Intrigued, he returned to his adopted abode and collected his things, feeling reassured by his twin bronze blades that now rested by his waist. He once again looked at the mysterious note on the desk, before placing it into his pocket and began heading down towards the plaza.
Upon arrival on the plaza edge, he glanced back to the building he had descended and realised it was a tavern named 'The Flaming Dagger', from which there appeared to be some sort of commotion inside, yet he continued briskly towards the center of the square when a large group of people had begun to congregate. Upon closer inspection they were throwing small, silver medallions into the fountain, watched over by a large stone figure. Although the atmosphere was jovial, there was an underlying thickness to the air and people seemed somewhat cautious in their movements. Arijen looked up towards a large towering structure that he instantly recognised, 'The Citadel of Zorrowdawn', and felt an air of relief now that he was aware of his location.
At first it had not been apparent, but there was a distinct divide between those in the plaza, the majority of them were Nords like himself, characterised by their stark blue eyes and fair hair, yet some did not fit it, wearing imposing metal chestplates and were shrouded in dark blue cloaks, no doubt concealing weapons of some kind. A noise caught his attention as he wheeled round to face the tavern, the commotion had broken onto the street and a crown began to form. Slipping into the shadows, Arijen watched attentively from a distance.
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I'm gonna post in a few hours once I'm back from college, bit hectic at the moment but I've got a lot more free time now!
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@DiamondBlizzard would it be possible to replace my leather jerkin with a cloth-chainmail hybrid for the sake of lightness? I can forfeit something else if needs be
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@DiamondBlizzard I submitted my CS on page three :)
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Name: Arijen Eldjarn (Pronounced AH-REE-EN)
Age: 18
Race: Nord
Appearance: WIP
Personality: Quiet and somewhat reserved, Arijen is a great friend to those he trusts in, and wary of others due to his past. He naturally stays away from conflict and danger, however when provoked he can unleash a powerful torrent of force to the great surprise of his foes. He is adaptable and skilled, hardworking and courageous, and thrives in a brotherhood-oriented environment.
Biography: He was raised by the members of the Order of Vangarr after being left an orphan on the monastery doorstep. From a young age he was absorbed by famous adventure tales of old, and often scolded by his masters for "straying from the path", and at age 5 he was initiated fully into the Order, becoming a trusted friend to his brothers in the group. By age 18 he was fluent in Norse, Draconic, Elvish, and English, and had mastered the ancient martial art of Stav, yet he was not content with his life of study, and so quitted his home with the dream of exploring the land he had never yet ventured into. With him was his dearly trusted companion and friend, Avangar Wolfcloak, and they soon set across the land, hoping to arrive in the city of Daggerfell within a week.
However, fortune had not favoured the young travellers, and on the third day they were ambushed by heavily armed bandits. Despite their years of training, the unexpected attack took the boys by great surprise and they were vastly outnumbered by the group of well armed men. Arijen was struck by a blade and his friend by a poisoned arrow, the bandits took all that they carried and left the two boys to perish. After a few hours Arijen awoke, grappling at roots in the ground he staggered up, using the last of his strengh to help his friend, yet it was in vain, Avangar's grey, glassy eyes stared motionless into the distance. Arijen let out a cry of pain before collapsing onto the ground, for his friend was no more.
The next thing he knew, Arijen was lying in what appeared to be an Inn, and as he studied his surroundings, he heard the sound of bells, children and older voices. Looking down at his chest, his wound had been expertly attended to, puzzled, he looked to his left to see sunlight streaming through a small window, and underneath it was a desk with a hastily written note on top.He stood up and proceeded towards it, additionally noticing the intriguing garment beneath the letter.
"You might need this next time - S."
Having many questions concerning both his past, and his future, he pulled on the garment and started towards the door...
Alignment: Good, primarily to help those he trusts
Racial Abilities: Nordic frost resistance
Skills: Silent footsteps, he is able to travel around in near silence when sneaking. Building scaling, his light frame permits the scaling of structures and towers. Master of dialects, he is able to gain a boost in persuasion and negotiation due to his language skills. Light weaponry expert, he is extremely efficient in the use of short-swords and knives. Dual wield expert, able to use two melee weapons at once with efficiency and finesse.
Starting Spells: Snare, cluster mine, summon fox, arc and fireball
Inventory/Weaponry/Armor
Head: Cloth hood
Chest: Woven cloth-chainmail hybrid
Gauntlets: N/A
Pants: Cloth pants
Greaves: N/A
Feet: Simple boots
Melee: 2x Bronze shortsword
Ranged: 10x Bronze throwing knives
x1 Chocolate Milk
x1 Tinned sardines
Revive Tome
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch
Age: 18
Race: Nord
Appearance: WIP
Personality: Quiet and somewhat reserved, Arijen is a great friend to those he trusts in, and wary of others due to his past. He naturally stays away from conflict and danger, however when provoked he can unleash a powerful torrent of force to the great surprise of his foes. He is adaptable and skilled, hardworking and courageous, and thrives in a brotherhood-oriented environment.
Biography: He was raised by the members of the Order of Vangarr after being left an orphan on the monastery doorstep. From a young age he was absorbed by famous adventure tales of old, and often scolded by his masters for "straying from the path", and at age 5 he was initiated fully into the Order, becoming a trusted friend to his brothers in the group. By age 18 he was fluent in Norse, Draconic, Elvish, and English, and had mastered the ancient martial art of Stav, yet he was not content with his life of study, and so quitted his home with the dream of exploring the land he had never yet ventured into. With him was his dearly trusted companion and friend, Avangar Wolfcloak, and they soon set across the land, hoping to arrive in the city of Daggerfell within a week.
However, fortune had not favoured the young travellers, and on the third day they were ambushed by heavily armed bandits. Despite their years of training, the unexpected attack took the boys by great surprise and they were vastly outnumbered by the group of well armed men. Arijen was struck by a blade and his friend by a poisoned arrow, the bandits took all that they carried and left the two boys to perish. After a few hours Arijen awoke, grappling at roots in the ground he staggered up, using the last of his strengh to help his friend, yet it was in vain, Avangar's grey, glassy eyes stared motionless into the distance. Arijen let out a cry of pain before collapsing onto the ground, for his friend was no more.
The next thing he knew, Arijen was lying in what appeared to be an Inn, and as he studied his surroundings, he heard the sound of bells, children and older voices. Looking down at his chest, his wound had been expertly attended to, puzzled, he looked to his left to see sunlight streaming through a small window, and underneath it was a desk with a hastily written note on top.He stood up and proceeded towards it, additionally noticing the intriguing garment beneath the letter.
"You might need this next time - S."
Having many questions concerning both his past, and his future, he pulled on the garment and started towards the door...
Alignment: Good, primarily to help those he trusts
Racial Abilities: Nordic frost resistance
Skills: Silent footsteps, he is able to travel around in near silence when sneaking. Building scaling, his light frame permits the scaling of structures and towers. Master of dialects, he is able to gain a boost in persuasion and negotiation due to his language skills. Light weaponry expert, he is extremely efficient in the use of short-swords and knives. Dual wield expert, able to use two melee weapons at once with efficiency and finesse.
Starting Spells: Snare, cluster mine, summon fox, arc and fireball
Inventory/Weaponry/Armor
Head: Cloth hood
Chest: Woven cloth-chainmail hybrid
Gauntlets: N/A
Pants: Cloth pants
Greaves: N/A
Feet: Simple boots
Melee: 2x Bronze shortsword
Ranged: 10x Bronze throwing knives
x1 Chocolate Milk
x1 Tinned sardines
Revive Tome
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch
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