Carantathraiel

The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

@Carantathraiel, failed to see this edit.

A bit more elaboration is needed on the Witches and where your OC got the hereditary Lycanthrophy from (I am guessing the father), and I am not sure if it is okay to wipe out the entire Glenmoril Wyrd if that is your intention, but other than that, good.

@Letter Bee

The only edit made was to add her birthdate/starsign, the glenmoril stuff was already in there, just not by name.

but to elobrate, she did not wipe out the whole coven, just the small one she was a part of, and for ooc sake, it wasn't she but a raid of adventurers that came through and slaughtered them, only missing Sindri for a reason I haven't decided on yet.
I will edit again to remove the glenmoril stuff once im more awake and can conjure up something with the brain cells.

The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

Sindri Rockheart

Name: Sindri Rockheart
Race: Alovach (reachman)
Aged: 26
Birthsign; The Mage
Birthday 23rd of Rain's Hand, 4E 142

Appearance: Porcelain skin, hair as black as night, and eyes as blue as the cold Skyrim rivers.
She bears a scar on the right side of her face, claw-like marks that run from her ear downward over her jaw and to her throat.
Tattoos mark her skin, though only glimpses are visible from beneath her clothing. Beneath, the ink portrays tribal markings and the totem of a wolf.



She wears fitted tunics, layered skirts, and loose robes of earthy or dark shades. A quiver full of arrows rests on one thigh, a satchel full of herbs and supplies rests on the other. A well cared for ancient nord bow is strapped to her back. She often produces simple daggers to clean beneath her fingernails or trim desired supplies from shrubs or the unlucky corpse, though where her daggers are stored is not visible.
Too often, Sindri wears feathers, bones, and a nightshade blossom in her hair, the violet petals standing out starkly against the black of her tresses. Bones, beads, and leather adorn her clothing and jewelry.

Physically, her frame is unassuming and average. Standing at 5’9” (175cm), Sindri weighs 196lbs (88kg).

We fear no pain, nor the endless night
We are all prepared to die
When our kin is gone we will gather nigh
And raise our flagons high

Bio

Bio:
Sindri was born to a small nomadic clan belonging to what the Nords and Bretons refer to as Reachmen. As a child, she spent much time among the wild people, though her mother -a skilled alchemist- often traveled into the populated holds to trade hard-to-come-by herbs and ingredients. Sindri often joined her, making friends, learning the ways of civilized people, believing herself to be one of them.
When she was seven, her mother took her into the mountains and handed her only child into the care of a handful of strangers. Witches in dark robes with terrifying tattoos and skulls bones tied into their hair.
Sindri sobbed, fighting against the hand that held her wrist firmly, but her mother shook her head and left Sindri to the strangers.

For years, Sindri was schooled by the group of women, their tutelage merciless and cold. Sindri learned in the shadows the way of the witches. Schools of magic, alchemy, combat, cooking, every skill that would be beneficial to a future witch.
The nightmare ended when the group of witches were set upon by a group of adventurers who had been wronged by the actions of the group. Sindri woke in the night to chaos, combat, and slaughter. In the fray, Sindri was discovered by the men, who were confused to find a girl so young and decided that she was a victim.

Sindri was rescued, pulled from the rubble that had been her home and prison the last several years, and was put under watch in a Nordic encampment until those around her were assured she was not a risk.
Unfortunately for them, she was. Of the many things the witches forced her to undergo, one was a ritual of transformation that turned her into a werewolf. In the dead of night, she freed herself from her restraints and wiped out the group of men who had slaughtered her people.
With the witnesses gone, Sindri fled into the wilds until her bare feet bled, until she came across a clan of nomads who took her in and helped her acclimate to the sunlit world again.

Sindri’s new life became one of repentance and alliance. She’d grown up homeless and sleeping under stars because her people did not trust those who lived in permanent towns and cities. She’d been handed over to powerful witches because she needed to become a powerful witch to survive. Those witches had been slain by men who did not like that these women were powerful and not subservient to their laws. The civilized people saw them as savages and beasts. The tribesmen saw those who lived in cities as puppets and soft.

She would be the bridge.
Sindri would try to get each side to see the similarities and the minute differences between their cultures in the hopes of bringing them together. As a more united front, they’d be strong. Less of their time would be spent on bloodshed and territory battles.
The witches were not all savages, she tried to explain. The city people were not all weak.

From city to tribe to town to settlement, Sindri traveled, offering her alchemy and enchanting skills in trade, offering herself as a mercenary to those who would hire a woman, mending broken bones and rockjoint to the weary traveler, all while speaking praises of the two sides of her world and promising that the two could become one.

When she fell in step with a group of Imperials traveling through the Jerall Mountains, Sindri explained what she was trying to do, and the Imperials offered to her a chance to do as she was on a much larger scale. Bring the Reach and its neighbors into recognition from the Empire.
She did not hesitate to say yes. Immediately agreeing that she would do this for the Reach and the people who lived in its harsh terrain.
Though, after a time, she realized she had reason to hesitate; she was a beast, afterall.

Please, she begged. See the big picture. I am under control, I will harm no one. Give me a keeper if you must, have me tested, give your men wolfsbane and silver for reassurance, but so long as I am allowed to hunt deer whenever I need, I will be no danger to this cause, as it is also my cause. Should I fail you in any way, cut off my head, for without this purpose, I have nothing.

Hеar us, together we will rise, we are all prepared to die
When our time has come, and our blood will flow
Right down to Hel below

Mage Skills;
Sindri’s mage skills are learned from the Reachmen and the Witchfolk. Raised and schooled in the branches of magic outlawed in the Mages Guilds, Sindri has learned to adhere only to what is socially acceptable in common society.

Destruction | Expert
Restoration | Adept
Conjuration | Apprentice*

*Sindri can summon the bloodthorns at a skill higher than apprentice, but because this magic is not widely accepted, she holds it in reserve, resorting to conjurations in which she is less skilled.

Combat Skills;
Sindri has had to learn how to survive without relying on magic or her lycanthropy skills, as too often there is bias against both among the civilized people. She is not great at melee combat, but she can survive. She more often relies on honeyed words.

Archery | Adept
One Handed (daggers) | Apprentice

Stealth Skills;
Sindri’s upbringing in the wilds of the Reach have made her an expert with the local foliage. Once she is removed from the mountain ranges beyond the Reach, her knowledge dwindles.
She has an aversion to wolfsbane and belladonna, a wide knowledge of poisons and what ingredients are used within them and which antidotes work best against each poison.
Her ability to traverse the wilds unseen and unheard makes her quite sneaky, though on occasion the wind may turn and betray her scent if she is not careful enough.

Alchemy | Expert
Sneak | Expert

Other Skills;
While many of the Reachmen are illiterate, Sindri herself learned to read and write whilst living in seclusion with the witches, and her studies were furthered once she lived among the city-folk.
She was turned into a lycanthrope as a child by the clan of witches into whose care she was given, and taught swiftly to hone this gift and make it a weapon she could use to strengthen her people. So long as she hunts regularly, she is in control, and does not seek to cure herself.

Lycanthropy | Expert
Hunting | Expert
Reach-Tongue | Expert
Dragon-Tongue | Adept
Speech | Adept

Personality:
Sindri is a cold and calculating mage. Often keeps to herself working on her alchemical recipes or practicing her conjuration, because if she can summon a familiar she won't have to get her hands dirty and can focus on other, more important things. She is at home in nature and appears restless while indoors.
She is not always friendly, her tongue often sharp, but those of whom Sindri decides is worth her time often see a much warmer side to the Nord.
Too often, Sindri wanders into the woods for hours, even days on end, offering no explanation as to her reasons or whereabouts.

The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

@Lunamaria Hawke Many thanks!

The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

Oh My Gods an elderscrolls roleplay. I am absolutely in. I'll make a CS shortly!

What is the currant ration to male/female characters?
Can't have a whole party with one dude, even if he'd enjoy that immensely.

Wanderers

Sid, across from him, froze when Daryll addressed her, nodding quickly to confirm her name before resuming her meal. Ruli folded his arms and leaned on the table as the group caught Daryll up, his eyes trained on the table. When the scholar said Kire hated to be outdone, Ruli's mouth twitched slightly, noticed only by Sid, who gave him a passing glance.
His second of amusement failed when Daryll mentioned Envy, the sinking feeling of failure washing over Ruli like a shower of ice. His thoughts spiraled again; he should try another scrying. Should try it with a few different ingredients, maybe. He could try it with more blood. Rabs, and maybe his own. Rab was half Kartaian, but Ruli was what his ancestors had called Solaralai Blessed, if there was such a thing.

"How did this girl get this power if she's no where near here?" Sid asked, setting her fork on her now empty plate. She raised her hand to offer Daryll a casual wave as he departed, turning her head toward Myka. "What magic would you have if you could pick that sort of thing?" She wondered, changing the subject. "I'd ask for healing magic. Just to touch someone and stitch together skin or ease a headache."

The conversation circled around in hypothetical magics; all participating but Ruli, who kept silent, his head down as he leered at the table. He only opened his mouth to translate for Rab, who said that his chosen magic would be to change his appearance. Clearly, he had reservations about the stares and winces he got walking around his his half-breed form. It was different here, he signed. They don't look at him with fear and disgust, but with simple wonder.

Kire's scent filled the tent, which spurred Ruli into raising his head at last to glance at her. He could smell the priestess's incense on her, albeit faintly, which made Ruli want to instinctively recoil away, but he refrained. Beyond the incense, he could tell she was anxious and worried, struggling to pull her focus away from what was happening outside the tent.
He held her gaze without blinking, not sure what she could read in his expression, but when she touched his hand and squeezed it, Ruli felt a whisper of comfort. For just a few seconds, the ice in his belly melted.

It was gone as quickly as her hand, and Ruli looked back down to the table, ignoring the dark gaze that rest upon him from across the way. "We're considering using you to counter the Goddess." Sid said, tearing her eyes from Ruli to look at the Empress. "Our idea is to offer the people effected tokens of magic suppression, possibly bound to an Amrian coin. Which bears your face."

She fell silent as Gavin offered more information, though Sid once more stole a glance to Ruli, itching to kick him under the table and get him to speak up. But Ruli just seemed to leer at the wood in front of his crossed arms, his eyes shifting in subtle movements as if he was reading invisible writing etched into the surface. It was impossible to tell if he was trying to plan out their next steps, or if he was struggling to move beyond Envy.

Kire joined them at the table to discuss their options, circling around the suppression magic, the way they could adhere it to coins, and, Sid insisted, on Ruli managing to find a way to get the magic to ebb when this was over. Allow it to slowly drain off the coins so that those who could potentially become addicted to it wouldn't be struck with any sort of withdrawal symptoms. Ruli, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, promised to put an effort into managing such a thing.
Honestly, to him, it seemed an impossible task. But he knew Sid wouldn't let it go. She had a history with addicts, he knew, so he wouldn't begrudge her for it.

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Ruli nodded as Gavin explained how a happy memory would backfire. With Solaralai messing with their heads, who knew if she was forcing the idea that she was a happy memory, a salvation in a life broken by hardship. Not so unlike Gavin and Ikegai; the lad had wanted something better, and Akuma and Ikegai latched upon that like parasites.
Magic was finicky. "There's also no promise that placing magic summoning and attaching to a good memory would somehow set off alarms, or create some adverse effect." Ruli explained between bites. "Last thing we want is to hand someone a happy memory anchor and for the Goddess's magic to coil and strike, feeling its threat. Its better just to offer something to subdue surrounding magic, and create the effect of peace. if, for no other reason, then perhaps they won't let the item go or set it aside."

"That sounds like you want them to form dependencies." Sid frowned. "Addictions."
"Isn't that all religion is?" Ruli asked, his tone flat.

Gavin's quip about Kire had Ruli flicking a bit of vegetable. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you, boy." He answered, though he did look mildly amused. "I meant I needed to know if they like her or not before attaching anything to the coin. If they dislike her, it won't work."
"I doubt they'll grumble too hard about receiving a free coin." Sid mentioned, taking a sip of her tea.
"Kire's help with the boy is a start." Ruli said, still hunched over his plate. "But not everyone was saved by her. If we want this done quick, she'll likely need to address them each, display her help, so that they'll see her as a beacon of peace, at least for now. Hopefully it will be enough to make them temporarily forget about the recent war."

He pushed his plate away, his food barely touched. His stomach felt heavy as though he'd eaten, though it churned and ached enough to remind him he had not. Behind them, outside of the tent, he heard a strangled noise, and turned his head. "In here, Rab." He called, and a second later the half-Kartaian entered, towering over the others. He looked mildly uneasy, but sighed in visible relief upon finding the others. He raised his hands and signed quickly, finishing with a smart clap. Ruli exhaled. "I'm sorry we left you. You were sound asleep, I felt no need to bother you, but, tomorrow, I will. We won't leave you alone again."
Rab frowned at him, but came around to sit himself beside Sid. She wordlessly took Ruli's plate and set it before Rab. Both the males glanced at one another, but when no objection was uttered, Rab bent over the plate to begin devouring.

---

"Simple." Zeltzin repeated, her eyes watching Kire carefully, as if well aware of the skepticism the woman had and was waiting to parry it. When Kire seemed to accept the terms of appeasing the Goddess, the Priestess grinned. "I cannot say, yet, if this is all She will require." Zeltzin answered truthfully. "Her influence, at the time, is like a newly sprouted vine, swaying and searching for something on which to climb. The temple will be the trellis, allowing Her to focus. Once it is made, perhaps She will be able to give more guidance. Perhaps She will be sated and retreat to being ever-watchful, once more. Time will tell."

Silence passed between them again, the priestess waiting for the empress to object, ready to explain in simpler details why she must not refuse, but, again, Kire seemed to decide to move forward. Zeltzin bent her head in a slight bow of thanks as Kire promised her an escort. Zeltzin did not explain that she felt as though it were an unnecessary offer, likewise deciding against objections where this uneasy agreement lay.

She followed Kire out of Solaralai's forest, making her way to the town on sure feet, her head held high. Her eyes took in the people worldessly as they drew near; not all of them were under Her influence, but she could still sense her Goddess here, like a phantom wind carrying a blessed scent. The priestess even inhaled deeply as they came to a stop and Kire gave the order for a tent to be erected for the woman. Not too close to any of the the others, Zeltzin noticed. It was only now that the priestess wondered whose protection the Empress was concerned with.
However, she offered no ill-toned word, deciding to stand still beneath the beneath the sun and observe as the tent was raised and accomodations were brought in; a cot, a table and chairs, a small box full of papers and graphic, a candle, another box Zelztin didn't see but was sure had some purpose.

Whenever Kire looked her way, Zeltzin smiled, her face an example of friendly patience.

---

Rab had emptied his plate when Daryll came in, his pink-hued eyes rising curiously. Ruli, hearing that the priestess was here in the town with Kire, frowned. And when Daryll announced the Goddess wanted a temple, Ruli gave a low, animal-like growl. "Keep her far from the townsfolk." Ruli said grumpily. "Anything we do to keep the villagers calm, she'll undo."
"Are you going with him, then?" Sid asked, unsure of Daryll's name yet.
Ruli shook his head. "I don't like the priestesses. Anymore then I like the Goddess they serve." His lips curled in disgust. He'd told Kire that his tribe had been the one to sell out the rest of the elves to the Sun-Goddess, which, technically, put him in good standing with the Bitch, but he still had no desire to stand in front of one of Her preachers. He wanted no part in any of it.

"When Kire's not occupied with her, think you can send her our way?" Ruli asked of Darylll, instead. "We're trying to think of ways to get the magic to lessen its grip on the people, we may need her."

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Ruli nodded, struggling to think and focus without any sleep from the night before, his mind still circling around his failed spell and his lost friend. Gavin's words came in and out, Ruli barely catching that their control over the lad slipped here and there, weakening when he had on him that blade of Kire's. Something of an anchor that would tie them to reality, regardless of whether or not they welcomed the Goddess's intrusion.

"It would take far too much work to look at each individual and find some happy memory." Sid argued gently, her fingers flicking toward Ruli. "By the end of an hour of looking from person to person, he'd be too exhausted to work."
"I won't get into anyone's heads." Ruli insisted with a soft shake of his head. "They've have enough violations and unwelcome control."
"What can you do?" Sid probed.
He raised his shoulders, then looked to Myka. "Would a coin work? Amria's got coin currency, yes? Presumably with the empress's profile stamped on it? Er, is she a good memory? I should know that, first. Not everyone takes pride in their governing faction."

---

Zeltzin's expression shifted as Kire explained what she had done, bordering on shock and ire. "You damaged the temple?" She asked, as if hoping she'd heard the Empress wrong. When Kire did not correct her, Zeltzin raised her shoulders as if to shake off a bad feeling. "Even those savage monsters knew better then to touch the temple. It was the only thing that survived in that city, I know it." The priest frowned at Kire like she was no empress at all but a child who had destroyed something precious and had lied about it. Disappointment raked her.
"Your answer is simple, then." Zeltzin explained. But she inhaled, drawing a deep breath as she closed her eyes, calming herself. When she opened them and faced Kire once more, the disappointment and ire was gone. Instead, that passively pleased look was back. "No doubt She shadows you for your transgression. Have no fear. We can build Her a new temple here, so that Her eyes can focus and not spread to your unsuspecting people. I will remain and help in every way I can, of course." The grin Zeltzin wore suggested this was a very generous offer, indeed. "We'll start right away. Show me to a table with equipment, I will begin drawing the plans, and we will make right this grave wrong."

Wanderers

Sleep evaded him. Ruli lay sprawled on his back, his hands tucked behind his head as he stared upward without actually seeing what was above him. His head still felt sun warmed against his hands, and Ruli couldn't remember if that was normal or not. He could still feel the hot sand he walked upon, still feel the dry air as he shouted for Envy.
The taste of the concoction was still in his throat, the odor of it coating every bit of him. When he did close his eyes, he could see a blackness entirely different then the one that had answered the tracing spell.

He'd left. Ruli remembered that with heavy guilt. After Ziad fell, he had left, to ashamed to join the others as they took refuge. All those months away from Envy. Away from home. Time he should have been helping his friend heal, learn how to be without his eyesight. When Envy could have soothed the sharp edges of Ruli self-hatred in the way only that giant elf could.

Ruli hated himself for it.

His thoughts circled around and around, the sharp teeth of self loathing and guilt biting at Ruli hour after hour until the sky began to lighten. As if summoned by Ruli's realization that the night was ebbing, Gavin appeared beside him and nudged him, inviting him to eat. Ruli wiped the emotion from his face, refusing to allow Gavin to see him struggling when he'd told the lad not to allow any doubts in just hours earlier.
"Coffee first, Gav." Ruli said tiredly as Gavin rambled questions about the Moon God.

Not bothering with boots, as usual, Ruli shuffled toward the smell of breakfast, his eyes roaming it to see what called to his stomach, when he heard the pirate woman's voice and he turned his head. "Morning." He greeted, his pale eyes landing on a familiar pair of dark ones.
"You look like shit." Sid crooned at him, grinning far too brightly for how early it was.
Ruli puffed air out of his nose, though he didn't quite feel the amusement he portrayed. "Thanks."

Some of the amusement faded from Sid's eyes as she sidled up to the blond and nudged him affectionately, a silent offer of a shoulder should he need one, before she helped herself to the display of food. Ruli silently followed her example. He sat beside Gavin, while Sid joined Myka across from them. His head propped on his right fist, he toyed with his food while he listened with one ear to Myka's thoughts.
"Elva isn't wrong." Sid said, seemingly toeing the line between digging into her plate with complete animalist hunger and trying to hold a shred of dignity and grace. "Without being able to rest their minds, it won't be able to tell their bodies to begin recovering." Her shoulders raised in a shrug. "Only thing I can think of that will help while this sort of magic torments them would be to render them unconscious, but even then, there's no promise this won't haunt them while they slept."

She turned toward Ruli, who stared at his plate with bleary eyes. "Could you make wards for them? Smaller ones, I mean?"
His eyes rose after a few seconds, and he went still as he backtracked to recall her question. Then he blinked. "I could." He realized. "Small things. To negate magic. Without knowing precisely what I'm dealing with, there's no promise it would work the way we want."
"Even a dimmer would help." Sid offered, trying to meet him half way. She knew he was preoccupied, and knew why. But she couldn't ignore the people around her that needed help.

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Zeltzin lowered her head in gratitude when Kire allowed her to get closer, the priestess's chin low as she watched her foot, mindful not to step on any vine or plant of the Goddess's creation. It was slow going before she reached the tree nearest her, and Zeltzin raised an apprehensive hand to touch the rough bark.
"Oh, yes." Zeltzin purred. She didn't turn around to look at Kire, her head craned back so she could look up the length of the tree. "She is everywhere. Her magic coating this place. I can taste Her in the air, as if it is full of Her tears." Her fingers stroked the tree, then Zeltzin looked away and slowly began her trek to the next tree. "I hear Her whispering to me." The woman said, her voice light with joy; a mourning widow hearing her beloved's voice from the afterlife after too long in silence.

More silence from the priestess as she came to the next tree, placing her hand upon it as she did the first. "There is anger here. Her anger." At last, she turned toward Kire, her eyes colder then they'd been a moment ago. "She's been wounded. How have your people offended her, Empress?"

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Ruli shook his head somberly. "Envy never let any of us give up anything." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Remember when Callha tried to give up meat because some boy she liked refused to eat it? No, that was probably before you joined us." Ruli sighed. "He paraded around eating meats of every kind; dried, roasted, smoked, until she caved."

"Envy isn't a diet preference, but he's family. To all of us. He took us all in when we didn't have anywhere else to go. So we're not going to give up. If I have to tear Amria and the Gods apart to get him back, I will."

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Kire's sharp answer did nothing to wither the eager expression on Zeltzin's face. She did, however, noticeably bite her tongue when Kire mentioned her actions were to prevent further harm. Zeltzin very much believed that the Goddess had not done any harm at all. She nodded complacently when Kire set down her terms, and smiled warmly when Kire said this was a delicate matter.
"I understand completely, Empress." Zeltzin said patiently. She turned and bent to Ysaryn, who ignored her almost completely.
"Be well." Ysaryn said instead to Kire, stepping away from the two as Kire warned the priestess of their abrupt departure.

Zeltzin, to her credit, handled the portal exceptionally well. Beside going rather pale and swaying for a moment on her feet, she appeared to be unbothered. Clearing her throat and patting down her robes to rid them of wrinkles that weren't there, she turned and offered Kire a small grin. That was her thanks for the means of travel, perhaps, as the priestess said nothing else before she turned to take in the forest.
She was silent for a long time. Her hands clasped gently before her, her eyes wide as she took in tree after tree, studying each one as if wondering if it were the Goddess in disguise. After perhaps five minutes, she turned toward Kire. "May I step closer, Empress?"

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Sid glanced up when Myka 'knocked', grinning softly. She'd taken her hair down to sleep, her sandy blonde hair in a twisted, crimped mess over her shoulders as she laced her boots. "The cots are oddly more comfortable then the bed I have at home." Sid offered. "That, or I was too exhausted to noticed." Despite the implication, Sid smiled proudly. Like she was glad to be busy and needed.
Finished with her boots, she raised her arms and went for her hair, twisting it up and out of her face, making sure to gather every single strand. "Do you know where we can find breakfast? I'm famished."