Crimson Paladin

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Verius Sanctian

The Fighters Guild has certainly changed, Verius silently assessed. It wasn't really a surprise, considering how long the guild had existed. Any traces of its origin as an organization envisioned, approved, and staffed by Akaviri would have faded in the millennium-and-a-half since its inception. However, it thus far appeared to have retained its original purpose or providing reputable swords-for-hire for dealing with small-scale problems.

Since Hammerfell was no longer part of the Empire, this local chapter would no longer be constrained by its guild charter. However, they would probably still be operating under Hammerfell's laws if they wished to remain welcome in the province.

Technically speaking, Verius had already joined the Fighters Guild back in the Second Era but there was no possible way that they'd actually believe that he was an Akaviri from the Second Era.

"You need not worry, we're not outside contractors," he chimed in. "As my friend said, we all wish to join the guild, assuming there's work to be had."

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

As the oft-repeated saying went, if you can walk away from a landing, it's a good landing. This was not going to be a good landing. Probably not going to be a survivable landing either. Up until right before it hit the side of the hill, he wasn't thinking about his likely imminent death- he was pulling on the yoke trying to regain control of the small single-engined plane, in hopes of at least making a serviceable emergency landing. It was not to be, though.

He just hoped it'd be fast- the prospect of being badly injured and slowly bleeding out in terrible agony in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness wasn't particularly appealing.

Then, just as it hit the ground, he awoke. He didn't feel like every bone in his body was broken, so his first though was that it was just a bad dream. As he stirred, however, he realized that this was not his mattress, and why did he feel fully clothed? Had he fallen asleep without even taking off his cold weather attire? Was this perhaps just a continuation of a dream?

The pilot opened his eyes and saw that this was not his room. He sat up, confused, and even moreso when seeing the strange attire on his body. This was not his clothing, and whatever was on his head was neither his hat nor his headset. His first impulse was to pinch himself. To his bewilderment, unlike every dream he ever had, he felt pain.

What was going on? How did he end up in this cabin?

He took a closer look at the outfit he had. From the look of it, it was...armor of some kind. He removed whatever was on his head and took a look at it. A helmet, from the look of it. Looking at the shape, of it, and of the armor covering him, it almost looked...a dragoon cosplay?

Just how did he get here? And who put him in this outfit?

Thinking that he might be able to make use for it as a cup or perhaps a crude tool, he put it back on his head and stood up. What could explain this? Who could have brought him here, put him in this outfit? Had that plane crash been real? Had he died and gone to some manner of afterlife?

Beneath the armor, his body felt somehow different than he remembered it. Perhaps it would be prudent to remove his armor, see why he felt so different. For now, perhaps he could see his reflection on the window.

As he got a good look at out the window, it was clear that this was not Alaska, nor was it heaven. Skeletal bodies, medieval weapons- just what was this?

Just then, before he could get a decent look at his reflection, the pilot was startled by a girl's scream from another room. As he tentatively approached, he could hear another woman's voice speaking. The sources of the voices were a white-haired young woman and...an elf?

Between that, the scene outside, and the armor on him, it appear that wherever he was had a theme that he'd ordinarily associate with "fantasy".

"Who are you two?" he asked. "Just what is going on here?"

@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Expert at Falling

• Name: Javal
• Age: Mentally 31, but he is unsure what the exact age of his new body is.
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Javal stands about 5'10"
• Personality: Javal never cared much for crowds or big cities. He preferred living and working in more remote places with smaller groups of people than the prospect of commercial flying from one large city to the next. He's not truly a loner, though- he understands the importance of working with others and certainly doesn't have any intention of facing this new world by himself.
  
  In coming to this new world, he resolves to take things very seriously despite the strangeness and vague resemblance to fantasy settings he remembers from his past life. Having already died once, and he isn't going to take his chance at a new beginning lightly.
• History: In his past life, the one now known as Javal (taking the new name from his gaming moniker) was known by a different name. There wasn't much to it- he was born to a stable middle-class family, attended college and got a degree in aviation, attended to flight school, and eventually obtained the certifications and experience to get hired as a pilot for small aircraft. He never cared much for the city, preferring working with fewer people in more remote locales, and consequently he ended up taking a job as a bush pilot in Alaska. The job was simple enough- he worked for a small discount outfit that shuttled small groups of people and light cargo to the remote parts of the region.
  
  Unfortunately, the outfit that he signed up with for evidently didn't always keep up with maintenance. On the return trip after making a delivery to a small village, his bush plane experienced engine failure while flying through rough winds and he did not walk away from the landing. The only silver lining that he was the only one in the plane when it went down.
• Cheat: Falling Star Armor- Javal can summon or unsummon his armor at will. While it provides some physical protection, its main property that it protects from falls that would kill or injure an ordinary person. It also allows him to adjust and manipulate the direction of his trajectory, allowing him to have some control over where he lands when he is falling. Further development may allow him to withstand hitting the ground at even higher vertical speeds or gain greater control over falling.
  
  • Skill Name: Acrobatics
  • Skill Description: This skill gives Javal increased agility and ability to jump higher and more deftly with a better chance at landing on his feet, a skill which should synergize well with his cheat.
• Other: Due to the possibility of ending up stranded in the wilderness in his previous life's job, Javal possesses some basic survival knowledge.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Expert at Falling

• Name: Javal
• Age: Mentally 31, but he is unsure what the exact age of his new body is.
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Javal stands about 5'10"
• Personality: Javal never cared much for crowds or big cities. He preferred living and working in more remote places with smaller groups of people than the prospect of commercial flying from one large city to the next. He's not truly a loner, though- he understands the importance of working with others and certainly doesn't have any intention of facing this new world by himself.
  
  In coming to this new world, he resolves to take things very seriously despite the strangeness and vague resemblance to fantasy settings he remembers from his past life. Having already died once, and he isn't going to take his chance at a new beginning lightly.
• History: In his past life, the one now known as Javal (taking the new name from his gaming moniker) was known by a different name. There wasn't much to it- he was born to a stable middle-class family, attended college and got a degree in aviation, attended to flight school, and eventually obtained the certifications and experience to get hired as a pilot for small aircraft. He never cared much for the city, preferring working with fewer people in more remote locales, and consequently he ended up taking a job as a bush pilot in Alaska. The job was simple enough- he worked for a small discount outfit that shuttled small groups of people and light cargo to the remote parts of the region.
  
  Unfortunately, the outfit that he signed up with for evidently didn't always keep up with maintenance. On the return trip after making a delivery to a small village, his bush plane experienced engine failure while flying through rough winds and he did not walk away from the landing. The only silver lining that he was the only one in the plane when it went down.
• Cheat: Falling Star Armor- Javal can summon or unsummon his armor at will. While it provides some physical protection, its main property that it protects from falls that would kill or injure an ordinary person. It also allows him to adjust and manipulate the direction of his trajectory, allowing him to have some control over where he lands when he is falling. Further development may allow him to withstand hitting the ground at even higher vertical speeds or gain greater control over falling.
  
  • Skill Name: Acrobatics
  • Skill Description: This skill gives Javal increased agility and ability to jump higher and more deftly with a better chance at landing on his feet, a skill which should synergize well with his cheat.
• Other: Due to the possibility of ending up stranded in the wilderness in his previous life's job, Javal possesses some basic survival knowledge.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Verius Sanctian

It wasn't the first time Verius had been to Hammerfell. Aside from all the times he had to pass through on the way to High Rock, there was a posting at Wind Scour Temple for a few months, an undercover assignment in the Syffim for a few years, a failed diplomatic expedition to Craglorn one time. He learned a few important things from that last one- Lamias do not see Tsaesci as kin, red-on-black bands do not indicate a lack of venom, and many of the same martial techniques for fighting dragons also applied to them.

None of that really mattered now- over a thousand years had passed and the Hammerfell he once knew was not quite the Hammerfell of today. For himself, blending in should be as simple as singing up in the local fighter or mercenary guild, but this group was unusual enough that sooner or later people will notice their unusual composition. Fortunately, there were a few things in their favor. For one, Sentinel was a Forebear port town, meaning that it was normal for all manner of foreign folk to come through here, and the locals. Second, "Getting away from the Thalmor" ought to be a pretty common motivation for coming to Sentinel.

During the boat ride to Sentinel, Verius had plenty of time to collect his thoughts and take notes about the rest of the Empress' retinue. The Chantry knight seemed straightforward enough- a Breton warrior of Akatosh, wanting to serve the Dragon God in a more direct way than whatever politicking was happening in High Rock. The Vigilant was a devotee of Stendarr, belonging to a younger religious order dedicated to combating Daedra. For those two, nobody would find it unusual for them to be in Sentinel.

The Altmer mage was pretty typical for his kind, and would probably have ended up in the Thalmor had the current organization not been so extreme in its dogma and overzealous in purging dissidents. He might turn some heads and inspire some distrust, but there were enough Altmer that were on the Thalmor's bad side, and from what he had gathered while getting up to speed on the Fourth Era, Sentinel had already been the site of a major incident of the Thalmor purging Altmer dissidents. If the Blades and Empress trusted him, so too would Verius. Regarding the Dunmer, Verius knew of the Telvanni and their unapologetic "might makes right" policy all too well. Fortunately, with Sentinel on the opposite end of Skyrim from Morrowind, it was unlikely that anyone would pinpoint her as a Telvanni. As long as those two mages weren't caught raising the dead or trafficking with Daedra, they ought to be able to stay under the radar.

Lastly was the Minotaur. According to some of the myths and legends of Cyrodiil, they were believed by some to be descended from Alessia and Morihaus. Whatever the truth was, they were also considered to be bestial brutes that existed entirely outside of civilized society. Then again, the same things were considered of Orcs until Potentate Savirien-Chorak brought them into the Empire. The local authorities could probably be permitted to allow him if they assumed him to be a pet or trained beast, but it might be a good idea to not have him wandering the city.

Currently, Verius was at the table, looking over a map of this corner of Hammerfell.

"I concur, Fighters Guild, or whatever passes for a mercenary guild here, would be a good start," he replied to Colcette, looking up from his map. "Solve problems, get paid, and no unnecessary questions need to be asked. In the meantime, if anyone asks, I'm nothing more than an ex-Legion soldier-of-fortune."

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Back in my day, Cyrodiil actually maintained its forts

Name: Verius Sanctian, formerly Saniren-Verak

Gender: Male

Race: Akaviri (Vampire)

Appearance:

I can assure you
I'm not dodging the question
Of the Tsaesci's look

Personality: Verius is a proverbial fish out of water from a very different era. He could ramble all day about much things have changed, and has particularly a lot to complain about regarding the state of the Blades compared to the old Dragonguard. However, he's nonetheless very dedicated to his duty as a Dragonguard and is overjoyed to be able to serve a Dragonborn Emperor once again. Just don't mention the Morag Tong or Dark Brotherhood to him- in his painted eyes, both of those organizations need to die a horrible, horrible death.

Long glory was wife to the all the knights of the dragon-banner, who knew no other and were brothers before beyond many seas and now were brothers under the law named the blade-surrender of Pale Pass. And having vampire blood these brother-knights lived for ages through and past Reman and then kept guard over his ward, the coiled king, Versidue-Shaie. The snake-captain Vershu became Renald became the protector of the northern west when the black dart was hooked into Savirien-Chorak.
-Remanada

Brief Backstory: Saniren-Verak was born to an Akaviri family during the reign of Reman III, with both of his parents being members of the Dragonguard. He followed in his parents' footsteps and became a member of the Dragonguard himself. However, several years after joining the Dragonguard, Reman III was assassinated and the Dragonguard were reorganized by Versidue-Shaie. Saniren-Verak was among those chosen to continue serving the Potentate, and just as some of his colleagues did, believed that atonement for their failure to protect the Reman dynasty would require many lifetimes. It was during this time that just as Snake-Captain Vershu changed his name to Renald, Saniren-Verak changed his name to the pseudonym Verius Sanctian, drawing inspiration from the small amount of Imperial blood in his heritage.

Shortly after Savirien-Chorak and his line was wiped out, Verius was targeted by assassins while in the Reach. Wounded and outnumbered, he fled into a Nordic ruin and hid inside a sarcophagus. Unfortunately, the coffin he chose was warded against undead to ensure its inhabitant remained dormant, and the wards reacted poorly to his vampire blood, and once he closed the lid, the wards trapped him and put Verius into a deep slumber. Even more unfortunately, the sarcophagus' original occupant was still in there with him.

Contained by the sarcophagus' magic, he remained inside (along with the slumbering Draugr) until 4E 203, when one of the Forsworn now occupying the ruin pried the lid open looking for loot. Verius' first impulse was to head to the nearest river and wash the smell of Draugr out of him, and his second impulse was to take refuge in Sky Haven Temple. Unfortunately, the traditions and dress of the Dragonguard had changed slightly in the thousand or so years since, and he was immediately taken prisoner by the local Dragonguard garrison.

During his involuntary stay at Sky Haven, Verius learned just how long he had been sleeping- another Dragonborn Emperor appeared, Renald and his remaining subordinates joined him and were renamed the Blades, all of the prophecies in Alduin's Wall had come to pass, Cyrodiil was once again ruled by ordinary mortals, the Thalmor now held a massive grudge against Tiber Septim and the Blades. For his part, he spent much of his internment complaining about how the Blades had forgotten the old Akaviri magics and about all the historical errors in the 2920 book series, having a minor existential crisis about the possibility that he spent 324 years serving the culprit who wiped out Reman's line and inflicted upon the Dragonguard their greatest shame, and ranting about how serving the Dragonborn should take priority over crusading against dragons. Fortunately, when the Dragonborn visited the temple, she was willing to give Verius a chance.

Equipment: Verius wears the gilded steel armor of the old Dragonguard, along with a sword and shield. In contrast to the more Akavir-styled armor and katanas of the Blades, the Dragonguard equipment of his time is much more Cyrodiilic in design.

Skills:

If you attack us, you will meet talons.
If you strike us, you will eat spikes.
If you injure us, our wounds will close.
If you anger us, you will burn.
If you run from us, we will pounce upon you.
-To Smite with Dragon Claws

In addition to being a skilled swordsman, Verius is a disciple of the old Akaviri magical combat arts once practiced by the Dragonguard. His techniques emulate the power of dragon and manipulating fire, and include forming weapons of fire to strike foes, a fire breath that is admittedly a pale imitation of the Thu'um, and the ability to very briefly give himself elements of a dragon's physiology, be it protective scales or wings to leap great distances.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Here's my shitpost of a submission.

Back in my day, Cyrodiil actually maintained its forts

Name: Verius Sanctian, formerly Saniren-Verak

Gender: Male

Race: Akaviri (Vampire)

Appearance:

I can assure you
I'm not dodging the question
Of the Tsaesci's look

Personality: Verius is a proverbial fish out of water from a very different era. He could ramble all day about much things have changed, and has particularly a lot to complain about regarding the state of the Blades compared to the old Dragonguard. However, he's nonetheless very dedicated to his duty as a Dragonguard and is overjoyed to be able to serve a Dragonborn Emperor once again. Just don't mention the Morag Tong or Dark Brotherhood to him- in his painted eyes, both of those organizations need to die a horrible, horrible death.

Long glory was wife to the all the knights of the dragon-banner, who knew no other and were brothers before beyond many seas and now were brothers under the law named the blade-surrender of Pale Pass. And having vampire blood these brother-knights lived for ages through and past Reman and then kept guard over his ward, the coiled king, Versidue-Shaie. The snake-captain Vershu became Renald became the protector of the northern west when the black dart was hooked into Savirien-Chorak.
-Remanada

Brief Backstory: Saniren-Verak was born to an Akaviri family during the reign of Reman III, with both of his parents being members of the Dragonguard. He followed in his parents' footsteps and became a member of the Dragonguard himself. However, several years after joining the Dragonguard, Reman III was assassinated and the Dragonguard were reorganized by Versidue-Shaie. Saniren-Verak was among those chosen to continue serving the Potentate, and just as some of his colleagues did, believed that atonement for their failure to protect the Reman dynasty would require many lifetimes. It was during this time that just as Snake-Captain Vershu changed his name to Renald, Saniren-Verak changed his name to the pseudonym Verius Sanctian, drawing inspiration from the small amount of Imperial blood in his heritage.

Shortly after Savirien-Chorak and his line was wiped out, Verius was targeted by assassins while in the Reach. Wounded and outnumbered, he fled into a Nordic ruin and hid inside a sarcophagus. Unfortunately, the coffin he chose was warded against undead to ensure its inhabitant remained dormant, and the wards reacted poorly to his vampire blood, and once he closed the lid, the wards trapped him and put Verius into a deep slumber. Even more unfortunately, the sarcophagus' original occupant was still in there with him.

Contained by the sarcophagus' magic, he remained inside (along with the slumbering Draugr) until 4E 203, when one of the Forsworn now occupying the ruin pried the lid open looking for loot. Verius' first impulse was to head to the nearest river and wash the smell of Draugr out of him, and his second impulse was to take refuge in Sky Haven Temple. Unfortunately, the traditions and dress of the Dragonguard had changed slightly in the thousand or so years since, and he was immediately taken prisoner by the local Dragonguard garrison.

During his involuntary stay at Sky Haven, Verius learned just how long he had been sleeping- another Dragonborn Emperor appeared, Renald and his remaining subordinates joined him and were renamed the Blades, all of the prophecies in Alduin's Wall had come to pass, Cyrodiil was once again ruled by ordinary mortals, the Thalmor now held a massive grudge against Tiber Septim and the Blades. For his part, he spent much of his internment complaining about how the Blades had forgotten the old Akaviri magics and about all the historical errors in the 2920 book series, having a minor existential crisis about the possibility that he spent 324 years serving the culprit who wiped out Reman's line and inflicted upon the Dragonguard their greatest shame, and ranting about how serving the Dragonborn should take priority over crusading against dragons. Fortunately, when the Dragonborn visited the temple, she was willing to give Verius a chance.

Equipment: Verius wears the gilded steel armor of the old Dragonguard, along with a sword and shield. In contrast to the more Akavir-styled armor and katanas of the Blades, the Dragonguard equipment of his time is much more Cyrodiilic in design.

Skills:

If you attack us, you will meet talons.
If you strike us, you will eat spikes.
If you injure us, our wounds will close.
If you anger us, you will burn.
If you run from us, we will pounce upon you.
-To Smite with Dragon Claws

In addition to being a skilled swordsman, Verius is a disciple of the old Akaviri magical combat arts once practiced by the Dragonguard. His techniques emulate the power of dragon and manipulating fire, and include forming weapons of fire to strike foes, a fire breath that is admittedly a pale imitation of the Thu'um, and the ability to very briefly give himself elements of a dragon's physiology, be it protective scales or wings to leap great distances.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

The battle was over and the arboreal monster was felled. They weren't any closer to finding the Moonlit queen, but a serious threat to the people of Thaln had been dealt with, and the Knights could resume their search unimpeded. Renar was expressing concern about just how they'd go about doing that, however. He had a point- even with mages on their side, searching the woods was an inefficient method.

"Lady Gertrude, Lord Arken, is there anything from the remains of that serpent monster that could help direct us in the right direction?" He didn't know much about magic, but perhaps a mage might be able to glean some useful information from the creature's husk?

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

I'm interested

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

As the serpent's upper body bloomed, Fleuri, having been situated just behind where the base of where it split apart, was struck by the expanding wood and knocked back towards the rear of the snake. He didn't seem to be injured, but it did knock him off his feet.

Never thought I'd get backhanded by a plant, he thought to himself as he pulled himself to his feet and and realigned his helmet's eye slit. He quickly realized that the blow was a stroke of good fortune, for it had knocked the knight away from the path of the magical projectiles being expelled towards those still in front of it.

The others were striking at the front, so Fleuri would attack the rear part. He lunged forward and swung his sword horizontally into the serpent's bark skin, intent on slicing through and leaving the creature with a long gash. If the heart wasn't where he struck, he hoped that he'd at least be able to discern which direction- forward or back- the heartbeat was coming from.