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Tenth of Sun's Dusk, Fourth Era, Year 205

Zazar Palus

Lilaia Storm-Step

Zazar followed behind her making sure to keep some distance behind her, "Where should we go? I do not know anyone in Skyrim. Do you know anyone we could meet to help us keep a low profile?" He asked looking around wondering if there any guards in pursuit. From what he saw he could not see anyone chasing after them, he let out a sight of relief that they were safe.

"I doubt the guards would go to the trouble of pursuing us so far. Their first job is to guard, after all, we're to far away for them to be facilitating that by chasing two minor criminals." The half-Breton glanced over her shoulder at the skittish Argonian, "if you keep acting so suspicious, you're bound to attract more trouble. Windhelm bounties should have nothing to do with Winterhold." She was going to Windhelm, since her college room was going to be a problem to reach, at this point. Or she could leave herself trapped in the college, but that didn't sound very productive. "If you want a low profile, at this point, that's all up to you."

She'd heard of the Vigilants of Stendar. Good things, even, but recent hearsay about the Skyrim branch gave her cause for doubt. She wanted to believe in an organization so rooted in compassion and good will, but it seemed that such things couldn't hold their own against lesser ideals. The Vigilants in Skyrim had seemingly been turned around for lesser causes.

A couple of the vigil came along the road, oncoming to them. Lelaia gave them a steady, easy-going greeting, knowing she need only get past without raising their suspicion. Her companion, though...

"Yes you are correct, we should be safe in Windhelm." He hoped that the two of them would not be chased down for assaulting the guards. Although he assumed that they would not chase them over a small altercation. However, in the back of his mind, he was worried that they would go after them and have them serve a lengthy prison sentence. While traveling with the human woman, Zazar uncloaked himself and kept close proximity to her.

He quite a lot of regret for causing that fight with the guards, however as explained to the woman he had been bullied enough that he felt he needed to retaliate. Zazar had heard some rumblings of a rebellion, and Zazar was tempted to join them but did not want to leave the mortal coil. Watching a few vigil members coming towards them down the road, he looked down at the ground hoping to avoid the Vigilant member's gaze.

Lelaia found her own passage was safe enough, even with the distant elven blood from her Breton father. Perhaps it was her mother's pronounced Nordic features, saving her. Her newest companion, however...

"You're an awful long distance inland, aren't you, lizard?"

Lilaia felt the heavy sigh throughout her being, but thought better of expressing it. She hung her head and steered her steps to spin herself around in place, to face back toward Zazar and his latest badgers.

This time, however, they were outside the reach of a hold. No guards would come running to anyone's aid. Likely, the Vigilants would get the benefit of the doubt, here, anyway

She took a steadying breath as she turned to face the two Vigilants and their target. This kind of attitude was really pissing her off. She wasn't the kind to ignore someone right in front of her, in need. Or behind her, in this case. "How about you boys drop it and be on your way?" She cracked her neck to either side, an attempt to intimidate.

It failed. She wasn't the most intimidating figure. A vigilant turned to her and glowered, "some kind of sympathizer, are you?"

She didn't like the way he turned to face her. His posture was threatening. She took a step back and flame gathered in her hand. He reached for the mace on his belt and that was it. She set a flame rune down, just in front of him, between him and her, and he stepped right on it. She gathered the power to summon a frost atronach as the flames washed over her aggressor's body. "Send him." She commanded as the miniature mountain of ice formed. According to her command, rather than crush the man with an overhead swing, it launched him away into a nearby snowdrift with a sideways blow, before turning to regard the remaining vigilants, as Lilaia gathered more power into her hands. One burned with more fire while the other threatened to summon more artifacts from planes beyond.

Zazar had his head down the entire time they were getting closer towards the two vigilantes. He did not want another crime added to his sentence, however, when they addressed him he almost jumped a couple of feet in the air. He didn't get enough time to respond to their ignorant comment before his companion went on the offensive. He watched in amazement at her magical abilities and how she put the hurt on them. "Amazing." He commented with a toothy smile.

He turned towards the other standing vigilant, "Perhaps you should leave before you two get seriously hurt." He felt some satisfaction seeing the bullies getting their just desserts. Quickly conjuring some pinkish-red energy from his hands, letting it float towards their heads. He had hoped that his spell would work and they would run away in fear.

The other was not so hasty. The sound of flames and wash off heat against his back caught his attention, causing him to turn just in time to see his friend get thrown aside by a moving hunk of ice. His friend landed somewhat safely, in a snow drift, but that left him to deal with two alone.

The vigilant felt fear grip him, a vision of his death popping into his head, so clearly it was like he could see it. It was best to flee. He hadn't even drawn his sword yet, but it was time to go pick Haggar up and get out of here.

Lilaia watched the men run off, dismissing her summon with a wave as she dispelled the magic gathered in her hands. "Huh. Good work. Maybe my luck hasn't been all rotten today, after all. An Illusionist, are you?" she approached the snowdrift she'd flung that man into as she spoke, and started searching for anything Haggar might have dropped. Unlikely he had any soul gems, but alchemy ingredients or just small gold would do. Maybe a potion? "Any way you can help me see anything her might have dropped?

The young lizard was quite happy to see the two men running away thanks to both of their efforts. Watching them running away he could not help but have a huge smile on his face. Clapping his hands together before turning towards his travelling companion, "Thank you miss, you are correct I'm proficient in illusionary and mysticism magic." Zazar soon walked over towards crouching down beside her. Looking around in the snow for any items that the racist could have dropped.

Finding only some gold piece, a bottle of mead, A sack full of food, and some weapons. "Mmm a few items that could be useful towards us, what do you think?" He asked looking around making sure that there was no guards or merchants walking down the road.

"Food and drink and gold? The fool carried too much." If he dropped all that, what was he still carrying? Or did he drop it all, to flee faster? No matter. "I was just getting peckish, pass me that sweet roll."

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As they saw the city walls rise from behind a mountain, Lelaia found herself considering things. Could she just walk into the city with an Argonian like this? If those Vigilants were anything to go by, maybe not. She didn't pay enough attention the first time because she didn't think things were this bad, but it looked like tensions were very high. She scanned the road ahead before she turned around and scanned the road behind, finally bringing her attention to Zazar, "have you been to any of the other holds? Apparently you're wanted at... The docks?" It might present a problem if Argonians really have all been sent to the coast to work.

Calling Winterhold a hold was being generous, after all, they took what they could get. Just don't tell that to their face.

Zazar handed his companion a sweet roll, he found a couple of food items that was appetizing to him. It did not matter where the loot came from, but that he got such good loot from the racist.

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As the duo came towards the gates of the city, Zazar stopped for a moment rubbing the back of his head. He didn't think it would be a good idea to continue looking like an Argonian. His solution would be to use an illusion spell to disguise his appearance. Waving his hand above his head, his appearance changing all around him. To others, he would look like a Nord. "Perhaps this would be more appropriate, where are going next?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, I suppose that'll do." Lelaia circled around Zazar as she gawked, looking him over in amazement, as well as searching for flaws. She'd never seen a complete body illusion like this before, it was impressive. "Maybe you should be a court wizard? How long can you hold this for?" If he was a court wizard, the fear such a position could inspire might protect him.

"I can hold this form for quite some time, as long as no one knows I am an Argonian we should be fine." Zazar was certain he should be protected as long he keeps the illusion going. His appearance was that of an older Nord wearing a bright blue robe, leather boots, and a fur hat. "It's quite good right?" He moved around so that she could admire his illusion.

They got into the city with little incident. The Vigilants, the ones from earlier, were trying to find them, but they were looking for an Argonian, and couldn't well remember Lelaia's face anyway, only the moving tower of ice she conjured.

She went straight for the tavern, wanting for more in her belly than a sweet roll. Maybe she'd hear something good, too, and mead never hurt.

As the duo went into the tavern Zazar took waked over towards the bartender. "Hello my good man, I would like two pints of your finest mead and some venison? Do you like deer? If not then we can order something else?" He asked his companion putting on his best old man voice for the bartender.

Deer was fine. Who didn't like deer?

Avalia

Fox Fluff is Best Fluff

Aiko Yume ⋆ 163 ⋆ Fluid ⋆ Demon

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Appearance

Height:

165 cm

Weight:

75 kg

Hair Color:

Pink/Purple

Eye Color:

Blue starburst on Purple

Skin Tone:

Pale

Brief Clothes Description:

Flowing garments that billow and flutter along her limbs

Centered ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Lazy ⋆ Understanding

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Open minds
⋆ Peace and quiet
⋆ Animals
⋆ Bioluminescence
⋆ Books

Dislikes:

⋆ Restless sleep
⋆ Unresolved nightmares
⋆ Spiteful people

Fears:

⋆ What am I, without dreamers?
⋆ My partner won't want to stay with me if I shift
⋆ Fear will become the new normal. Nightmares taste so foul

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Personality:

Aiko believes firmly that everyone should be allowed to rest in their sleep, and in their dreams. They take their work seriously, when they do it, though they tend to be more concerned with relaxing in the park or wherever she's staying. She'll readily tend to her host's needs, making tea or food.

Aiko is personable, but prefers the company of single individuals or small groups. Large parties are not their scene, Aiko is more lazy than selfish, and a real sweetheart, willing to at least take care of her host, despite being lazy.

Peaceful and patient as a cup of tea, Aiko is brave enough to stand with someone through their nightmares. Within a dream, there is little they fear, but in the waking world, they have much less confidence in front of danger. However, social confidence is a mark of many succubi, and it is something Aiko does not lack. They'd sooner talk their way out of things.

Aiko is smart enough to not be easily fooled. They're not a manipulative individual, but very likeable. Doesn't often make jokes, but enjoys a good laugh. They're usually drowsy, but can rouse themselves if needed. Sleep is their domain; they're very awake in dreams. They like… puns.

Dreams will only bear fruit if life continues, but death has its part in things, as well.

Confined ⋆ Lonesome ⋆ Emancipation

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Background

Occupation

Wandering Dream Keeper

Living Immediate Family Members:

Unknown number of brothers and sisters
Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Current Companions:

None? Roommates?

Current and Past Lover(s):

The dreams of many, the beds of fewer

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Aiko drifts from place to place, often surfing from couch to couch and offering protection from nightmares, and sometimes a bed companion.

History:
Aiko was left to an orphanage in Roshmi. The orphanage, mistaking Aiko for beastkin, brought them in, but soon realized just what had passed through their door when they began appearing in the dreams of those around them. Out of fear, the orphanage kept them hidden away. It wasn't until they were a teenager that they broke out and ran away.

They ran into their mother, who taught them what they were. The reunion was not a happy one, and was short-lived. It certainly answered why their body had started changing in other ways, even their mother had been surprised.

Disliking the dreams of demons, having been brought to try and live among them, Aiko instead opted to blend in with lighter society. That went well enough, Aiko finding plenty of folks in need of better dreams and more restful sleep. There was plenty of work to be had, drifting from place to place was easy.

Combat and Magic:

Strength: 3
Speed on Land: 7
Speed in Air (Night/Day): 6/1
Magical Ability: 10
Dexterity: 8
Weapon Proficiency: 4
Stealth: 6

Demon, Subspecies:

Dreaming Succubus

Best Abilities:

Afternoon Shade - Aiko forms a veil of shadow magic over their skin to protect themselves from the sun or magic. Aiko can form wings or reasonably sized objects out of their veil, but that is only very effective at night.
Dream Walk - Aiko, when they sleep or meditate, can enter the dreams of anyone they've met recently, similarly to normal succubi. They can also enter nearby dreams or dreams of people referenced in a current dream, presuming they are dreaming. Perhaps due to the influence of her unknown father, unlike a typical succubus, Aiko exchanges energy with her subject, like a plant exchanging gases with the air.
Shape shifting - Aiko has a limited ability to shape shift, including their sex. Eye color, ears, tail, and general weight or height do not change.

Oh, ah, I need to update the history a little...

Fantasy World - Avalia

Hype squad! Oooh baby, a good ol' fantasy thread.

Couldn't help myself. I came back!

Hello! Welcome back. I have a similar story, actually. Though, actually, my hiatus was caused by the fall of the old guild.

Good to see more folks gravitating back, at any rate.

S̴T̴O̴R̴M̴C̴L̴O̴A̴K̴ : Rise of Tyranny (SHELVED, PM or DM me for inquiry.)

Tenth of Sun's Dusk, Fourth Era, Year 205

Zazar Palus

Lilaia Storm-Step

Lilaia was just leaving Winterhold, boots crunching across the fresh snow on top of old snow on top of older snow, when a shout pierced the silence of the ruined city. A plea, coming from the nearby shop. She paused, gazing at the shop in question, before she sighed and approached. She got up to the door and pressed on it, taking a breath before she would enter the premise.

Lilaia assessed the occupants, remembering what she'd heard outside. Two guards and the shopkeep. "You've got a funny way of doing your jobs, guardsmen. Is there a problem here?" She glared, folding her arms across her armor.

"Shop's closed, why don't you go on back up to your rock?" It was the second guard, who stepped forward to put himself between his cohort and her.

A High Rock joke. Cute. "Is that your call?" The mage gave the guard a sharp stare before she shifted her attention, "what say you, shopkeep?"

Zarya was holding onto the hands of the first guard who was holding onto his collar. “Please remove your hands from me this instead” However the first guard kept his grasps on Zazar. “Quiet lizard, you leave Winterhold and if not then something terrible will happen to your store.” The first guard then waited to hear Zazar’s choice. Zazar looked over towards the woman that came into the store. “I would rather you stay and help me deal with these fools.” Suddenly one of his hands moved from the guard’s hand, punching the guard in the face. Watching him stumble backwards gave the Argonian much satisfaction.

He pulled out a small club from underneath the counter, jumping over the counter and starting to engage with the second guard.

Well, this was all escalating quickly. Thinly veiled threats lead right into an altercation, but she wasn't about to put herself on the shit list. If she were a better illusionist, she could pacify the room, but that had never been her focus. As it was, however, she might be able to manage. There were only two, after all, and the Argonian had already shot himself in the knee.

Lilaia quickly shot of a Calm spell from either hand, to pacify the guards, before she grabbed the Argonian's weapon hand, stopping him, "think about what comes next, you fool! More guards, and I'm not going to help you get us both on the wanted list. May I suggest you leave quickly." It was not a question. She released the shopkeep and backed toward the door. "Before my spells wear off. I'm getting out of here before they remember my face too well," and she turned and left, back out into the snow and south toward Windhelm. Another bound visor, this one to hide her face as well as keep the snow out. Get out before she got tangled up with more guards. She'd have to wait for the heat to blow over before she came back.

He stood in front of the now unconscious guards, looking into the woman's eyes he felt stupid for being so cavalry with the guards. He had been so pushed and even tortured by the Stormclock, he felt that some sort of action would be appreciated at this moment. "Yes you are right, I apologize. But they deserved being knocked off their high horse." He quickly put away the club back behind the counter. "Let us leave this place. " He cast a spell to make himself invisible, casting another spell on the guards in the hope to erase their memories.

Walking quickly behind her out of the store, he wondered where the two of them would go or rather he wondered where he would go. He didn't know anyone that well here expect maybe the orc blacksmith. But the woman didn't seem to think of Zazar as a friend.

Lilaia had already left by the time Zazar started casting. She heard his crunching behind hers and turned, looking for whoever was following her before seeing the footprints in the snow. She stared at where he was standing for a moment before sighing, turning, and continuing on, "cmon, then. Let's see if we can't find you a new store front or something. A street stall, at least..."

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Whew! The snow was thicker here than she'd ever seen. Were it not for the bound visor over her features, she would have been struggling with snow in her eyes, and face. She'd found a shelter to stop in and change into warmer clothes, earlier; the man in Windhelm had told her it would be savagely cold, even colder than Windhelm, so she'd prepared. As though the spirits themselves were trying to freeze the place, he'd said, and she couldn't deny him.

The city wasn't really much of a city at all. She saw ruins before she got to anything inhabited, it was much more like a ghost town. She'd stopped at the tavern to offer the local economy some of her gold and learned that the college had miraculously survived a collapse of the cliff face that Winterhold existed on. Most of the city had gone, but the college, most defiantly, had continued to exist, undamaged, on a plateau beyond the collapse line. She could see why the locals viewed the college with such suspicion, but it only convinced her more of the power to be found within the place.

There had been a sentinel at the bridge to the college, leading her out past the collapse, to the defiant campus building balanced precariously on a pile of uncollapsed rocks. If she were a local Nord, the sight might unnerve her, but magics had a way with these things. She passed the test of the sentinel easily, memorized the cantrips to activate the waypoints and gain access to the gate as she saw them, and passed through to finish enrolling in the curriculum.

On her way in, she'd heard curious rumors and hushed whispers, various things from various corners. As one from High Rock, she found herself somewhat distanced, but she could almost hear her mother in her ear. That Skyrim was in such a tumultuous state, and by one man, no less. That he... shouted the old high king asunder. She'd never heard of such a spell, and couldn't think of how to conjure such a thing. A shout of such power... Skyrim had many secrets, as well as history. Well, was that not a historian's duty?

She'd come to fancy herself as such, after realizing just what she was doing in all those caves and ruins. More so than viewing herself as a mage. Magic was just another avenue through which to discover ancient secrets and knowledge.

So the college was where she would begin. It didn't take her long to follow the information to high hrothgar. Honestly, she was surprised there weren't more orcs involved, with a name like that. High orcs up in the high mountains or something, but no, apparently, she was to find some old Nords up there... South past Windhelm, where she came up from in the first place, gods damn it.

So it was back south for her. At least it would be warm... For a moment.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Trinity Stratos
Ariel's Tails - To the match

Outfit

@twave@samreaper@Lunarlord34

"Your mom makes magiteck? No kiddin'." Did that explain why Ariel's magic is so weird? She'd never seen or heard of anything like what Ariel had going on, and she'd seen more than one body doubled up on souls. "You'll have to let me see her designs, too. We can swap notes." It'd been a while since she'd done anything more complex than locomotion. These last two years have really helped her sharpen her design edge, but the requests are never very complex. She kind of wanted a challenge.

She was busy hugging a tail and rubbing her face on it when Ariel stopped. She peeked up, not taking very long to spot D'Angelo. She hid briefly among the tails, realizing that her wardrobe was, perhaps, vaguely compromised. Quick fix, no problem.

She only recognized D'Angelo because it was hard not to. She hasn't spoken to him at all, or had any interaction with him, but he was certainly recognizable. "You were in the guild hall. I'm Trinity. What'd you do to Nolan to make him so mad, I didn't see? I just saw you on the floor."

~~~

Trinity had been so caught up in the fluff and the relaxation of body and mind that she didn't even notice where they were going. Maybe it was selfish, but she couldn't get excited about the match. Part of her did want to watch, it was true, but... that part of her that missed her own magic... The words of encouragement from earlier that day echoed in her mind, from Mark, Jarvis, and Niel. Yeah, no, she shouldn't be so down on herself. She was still capable of great things, even like this. But, even reminding herself of that...

S̴T̴O̴R̴M̴C̴L̴O̴A̴K̴ : Rise of Tyranny (SHELVED, PM or DM me for inquiry.)

Lilaia Storm-Step

• Character Name: Lilaia Storm-Step

• Character Race: Nord/Breton

• Gender: Female

•Character Appearance: I'll make a character in Skyrim later and take a screen shot, yes?

Placeholder: A brunette with defined Nordic facial features and sharp, defined ears with a definite point. Like some kind of earth muscle elf.

• Short Biography: Lilaia grew up with her Nord mother on their farmstead. Her father was a spellknight in service to the local Breton king, but her mother had insisted on doing something productive with her time. As Lilaia grew older and more difficult to entertain, the two of them took to exploring local ruins. It was a chance to see the history of the area for herself, and put her father's magic lessons to the test at the same time.
Her talents as a historian and a mage became apparent, and her father afforded her the opportunity for greater learning, as apprentice to a local lord's court wizard. It didn't take her long to absorb the lessons and be sent on to another court wizard, a pattern to be repeated a few times before she would lament to her mother that her teachers, though perfectly knowledgeable and capable wizards, were terrible teachers. It was then she would learn of the College of Winterhold, though at the time, the distance was greater than her motivation.
She knew her mother was from Skyrim, and she did have an interest in that side of their history, but there was yet more in High Rock. Ironically, it would lead her to Skyrim. She was out exploring, looking for new ruins in places she hadn't been, when she found traces of an entire Wyrd that had disappeared. The traces led her East.
The end of her trail was already bloody and rather disappointing. The Wyrd had been pursued and then both the Wyrd and their pursuers had been annihilated. By this point, she was already in Skyrim, a land rich with the history of her mother's people. As long as she was here, halfway to Winterhold, it seemed like a worthwhile stop. They should even have soul gems. After the first time she found soul gems inside of a ruin, she knew she had to spend some time in Skyrim.

•Personality and General Disposition: Lilaia is studious lass with a calm demeanor, though she holds a fierce regard toward acts that might disrupt the preservation of historical specimens. She likes sweetrolls baked with cinnamon and good wine, though she certainly won't complain about honey ale to go with a slab of meat.

• Allegiance/Loyalties: Lilaia is vaguely tied to the kingdoms of western High Rock, but no formal allegiance exists there.

• Equipment/Gear: Lilaia wears light armor she's enchanted herself, finding it easy enough to cast spells with a little practice articulating. She conjures her weapons, though has a sword at her side that she made with an alloy she's experimenting with, trying to cross light weight with strength. And a backup axe.

• Skills and Ability: Lilaia excels in preparation. She's been making her own armor and repairs for a while, selling the old off and buying materials to make a replacement when she got the materials together to make another enchantment. She's also been working on a technique to enchant a bound weapon on summoning, and has been waiting to perfect the technique before trying it out on an atronach. She usually fights with her bound bow, sword, or destruction spells, and is a decent healer. She hasn't had much exposure to combat besides hostile creatures in ruins and self-defense on the roads of Skyrim. If you could see them coming from far enough, a barrage of arrows and firebolts from a fire atronach could usually turn bandits around.

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Lilaia

• Character Name: Lilaia Storm-Step

• Character Race: Nord/Breton

• Gender: Female

•Character Appearance: I'll make a character in Skyrim later and take a screen shot, yes?

• Short Biography: Lilaia grew up with her Nord mother on their farmstead. Her father was a spellknight in service to the local Breton king, but her mother had insisted on doing something productive with her time. As Lilaia grew older and more difficult to entertain, the two of them took to exploring local ruins. It was a chance to see the history of the area for herself, and put her father's magic lessons to the test at the same time.
Her talents as a historian and a mage became apparent, and her father afforded her the opportunity for greater learning, as apprentice to a local lord's court wizard. It didn't take her long to absorb the lessons and be sent on to another court wizard, a pattern to be repeated a few times before she would lament to her mother that her teachers, though perfectly knowledgeable and capable wizards, were terrible teachers. It was then she would learn of the College of Winterhold, though at the time, the distance was greater than her motivation.
She knew her mother was from Skyrim, and she did have an interest in that side of their history, but there was yet more in High Rock. Ironically, it would lead her to Skyrim. She was out exploring, looking for new ruins in places she hadn't been, when she found traces of an entire Wyrd that had disappeared. The traces led her East.
The end of her trail was already bloody and rather disappointing. The Wyrd had been pursued and then both the Wyrd and their pursuers had been annihilated. By this point, she was already in Skyrim, a land rich with the history of her mother's people. As long as she was here, halfway to Winterhold, it seemed like a worthwhile stop. They should even have soul gems. After the first time she found soul gems inside of a ruin, she knew she had to spend some time in Skyrim.

•Personality and General Disposition: Lilaia is studious lass with a calm demeanor, though she holds a fierce regard toward acts that might disrupt the preservation of historical specimens. She likes sweetrolls baked with cinnamon and good wine, though she certainly won't complain about honey ale to go with a slab of meat.

• Allegiance/Loyalties: Lilaia is vaguely tied to the kingdoms of western High Rock, but no formal allegiance exists there.

• Equipment/Gear: Lilaia wears light armor she's enchanted herself, finding it easy enough to cast spells with a little practice articulating. She conjures her weapons, though has a sword at her side that she made with an alloy she's experimenting with, trying to cross light weight with strength. And a backup axe.

• Skills and Ability: Lilaia excels in preparation. She's been making her own armor and repairs for a while, selling the old off and buying materials to make a replacement when she got the materials together to make another enchantment. She's also been working on a technique to enchant a bound weapon on summoning, and has been waiting to perfect the technique before trying it out on an atronach. She usually fights with her bound bow, sword, or destruction spells, and is a decent healer. She hasn't had much exposure to combat besides hostile creatures in ruins and self-defense on the roads of Skyrim. If you could see them coming from far enough, a barrage of arrows and firebolts from a fire atronach could usually turn them around.

The Stars Are Just New Friends You Haven't Met Yet

A nation RP in space, facing down the apocalypse together, perhaps. Back when magic was quiet and hidden, existing only on the periphery of everyday life. When Terra was still a mighty empire.

Could focus on a civilization that has risen in the new era, still bound to the planet but developing under different rules.