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Skyrim: Dragonsbane

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Skyrim: Dragonsbane

You have the previous DA?

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Leos Klien said
Very true. But a boot mark surviving a mine collapse, that's my skepticsm. But as I said, it's a brilliant post and doesn't require any work on it in my opinion.

Always room for improvement.

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Leos Klien said
I'm fine thanks North ^^Just finished a day of college.And Delta, that post was exceptional!You portrayed the hunt perfectly, and it was indeed believable, a bit stretched maybe when it came to the boot marks. But its, overall a brilliant post.

You'd be surprised by what you can tell from a person's shoe. If you would like to know more;

Exposition alert

I more or less wrote the tracking parts based on the picture you provided.



and wondered just what might be sticking out too much. For example a large heavy tattered cape or as mentioned his Sabaton with its joints so the user can flex their foot a bit. On the bit of the shoe, look at the crevices of your shoes and you might find pieces of pebble or dirt stuck and that's not even mentioning the shape of the imprint.

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Hope I made it believable enough. Didn't get to practice my scouting skills in some time.

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JRRG. UQ VY V. P P.

The Vigilants have been on the trail of their mark ever since the group left Ivarstead no more than seven moons ago. The two have been very careful with this one; taking measure to ensure that they were never too close to draw suspicion but never too far in which the trail would of have gone cold. Despite spending the last two days chasing their marks without rest, the Vigilants are far from being winded. While it can be said that it would come naturally for Falrielle, she did look upon Gideon with some level of pride that her training has led him to survive this long; not like she would every admit it to his face in any circumstances or so she though. However no matter how much stamina they had, both Vigilants knew that they needed some rest and the Vigilants has fostered some allies in the nearby town of Darkwater Crossing.

“Darkwater Crossing” whispered Falrielle to herself. It has been over a decade since she has visited that settlement and she wondered what has changed. In fact, Darkwater Crossing was Gideon and his cohort’s first assignment where she was the observer to guide the Initiates in their investigations. A Beast of Hircine was terrorising the small settlement and the local guards were rather apathetic to their plight. Thus they turned towards the Vigils of Stendarr. The Initiates were less efficient than she would of have preferred with taking more than a month and suffering at least one casualty to a bandit but in the end they found their mark feasting upon the corpse of one of the miners who wandered too far. The fight didn’t last too; by dawn Falrielle’s mace was stained with its blood. Gideon and the other Initiates celebrated in the Crossing and Falrielle had to apologise with all their gold by the end of it.

Falrielle’s train of thought was interrupted by a commotion. The two spotted a faint glow of orange in the settlement of Darkwater in the distance and quickened their pace.

The two arrived to a scene of chaos and grief; a cave in. Not only that but at two miners are killed so far and about a dozen or so more miners remain trapped inside as guards and volunteers work together to dig them out. And that’s not even counting the possibility of the mine permanently closing. Falrielle scanned the crowd and spotted Annekke Crag-Jumper; the co-owner of Goldenrock Mine sitting in a corner with her face buried in her hands. Falrielle makes a quick gesture towards the entrance and Gideon simply nods his head and begins helping them move some rocks as Falrielle makes her way towards Annekke.

As the distance drew closer, Falrielle noticed that it really has been awhile since the two have had a conversation. In fact what Men’s perception of time has always been alien to the Mer but that’s not important right now. As a hunter Falrielle was raised to make sure that by reflex, every move she made from breathing to walking, she would made little to no noise so that she would not give her position away when stalking her prey. As she slowly approaches the poor woman Falrielle forcibly plants her foot into the ground, grinding rock and gravel beneath her boots so to not startle her.

“Annekke,” said Falrielle softly as she lowers her body out of respect. “Annekke,” Falrielle continues before the grieving widow finally looks up to take notice. With eyes reddened for crying who knows how long, Falrielle simply drops to a knee and places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’s me, Falrielle” she continued. “Ten years ago with the-“

“Werewolf” said Annekke as she held in her tears. “I remember,” she continued giving a smile. “I still can’t thank you enough”

“How is Sylgja?” asked Falrielle as Annekke’s gesture was returned with a faint smile peering through a hood.

“She’s in Shor’s Stone that girl,” Anneke said. “She still writes to us or at least, me now”

“Just you?” Falrielle responded in confusion. “What happened to Verner?” she continued which Annekke just sucks in her chest and gets on her two feet and points at two covered bodies by the campfire. “May I?” asked Falrielle which Annekke quietly nods before taking her leave.

As she closes in on the corpses for a closer inspection, her hair stood on its end. There was just something not right about this but she didn't knew what. Listing the sheets off the first victim, she saw a familiar face. She placed her hand over his head and closed his eyes, chanting a quick prayer for his last rites before she began working on him. After a quick inspection she found bruise marks on his arms and chests which made prognosis simple; the mine simply collapsed on him. Judging by the cuts on his forearm and hands, he was probably trying to hold the beam up so that the other miners could escape. Done with her inspection, Falrielle respectfully covers his body with the sheets before moving on to the next victim.

As soon as she lifts up the cover of the next victim, a foul stench emanated from the corpse that thoroughly offends her nose forcing her to turn away. Steeling her every strength of will, she turned back and saw a male Dunmer and by the looks of it, probably younger than she is. Wanting to finish this as quickly as she can, Falrielle checked for the routine areas and concluded that he simply died of a cave in like the man before. As she closed the sheets she noticed something odd; bruise marks on the Mer’s face and throat like he was strangled. Her train of thought was interrupted with a hearty cheer as the last of the trapped miners are finally free.

“Annekke,” said Falrielle getting to Nord’s attention this time. “Who was that Dunmer?” she continued with her arms folded across the chest. “Anything strange about him?”

“Casien?” replied Annekke as she slowly regains her composure. “He’s a new face around here. Just joined us about a few weeks ago,” she continued. “He claimed that he was a pilgrim to visit the statue of Azura up north and yes I know your beliefs against the Daedra but Casien was the friendly law-abiding sort and a pretty hard worker”

Falrielle simply nodded in acceptance before saying “No one had any problems with him?”

“No,” replied Annekke in shock to such a question. “As I said, he’s a nice boy who didn’t really look for trouble. Couldn’t stop working though,” she continued. “It was actually him that managed to dig out most of the new parts of the mine and that’s where we found him lying dead under a pile of rubble.”

“May I take a look in the mine?” said Falrielle which made Annekke to look away in worry.

“We’ve already had two dead and we don’t need another” replied Annekke as she tried to hold in her tears. “But you already have proved your trustworthiness and your skills to us and all I ask for is that you be careful” she continued as Falrielle silently nodded her head in thanks. “I have to talk to the other miners so take care”

As if on cue with Annekke’s leave, Gideon suddenly emerged from the mine with his face covered in dirt and his robes even more torn than before. “Gideon,” ordered Falrielle only replied with a deep frown from her subordinate who nonetheless comply. “Go check that Dunmer for any traces of magic,” she continued as Gideon simply sighs deeply in exhaustion and continues his way.

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The mine was dark and quiet to the point where even the most silent drops of water would ring through its tunnels. Even with her ailment, Falrielle could tell that from the mess; sheer panic of the miners at the threat of a collapse; buckets strewn about, pickaxes simply left about, the ground trampled repeatedly like some wild beast on a stampede, the bits of rock during the rescue operation and so on. As she walked closer to the deeper sections of the mine, her eyes began to fail her as she finds herself tripping over the occasional debris before reaching the point of collapse. Like the Dunmer outside, this place didn’t smell right.

She then placed her lantern on the ground and began searching for any clues other than that foul stench; there was nothing she could really find until she noticed something odd about one column of collapsed beams. Running her fingers on the nearest to get a feel she noticed that this beam had a cleaner cut than that was typical of an encumbrance failure. The cut was fresh as there was little to no dust or rot if it were an old damage. It was too smooth to be from a blow from an axe or a pickaxe for that matter and the clean cut implied that it was accomplished with a single blow from a sharp blade. Ebony or glass perhaps? It couldn’t be as the rare occasions she’s seen blades of those materials at work, there were even cleaner than this. A closer inspection and Falrielle could see some light cuts on the dirt wall behind the beams. A long blade maybe?

Then her nose signalled her of another clue pulling her closer to inspect a piece of worn fabric caught in the splinters of the beam. A quick whiff and she caught the scent. Velvet and by the stale aroma, it was old, very old. Falrielle lowered herself even further to get a better look at the ground, lifting the lantern for better illumination and she simply saw the footprints of the miners in the dirt. She then stuck a knife in the ground as a reference point as she closed her eyes and let her fingers tell the story as she ran them through the dirt; man of heavy build leather boots, man probably scrawny and malnourished barefooted, her own footprints and so on. Moments pass and Falrielle stopped as the story suddenly changed its tune.

This one dirt print just seemed out of place. The depression was deeper than others and the spread wasn’t even enough to be a leather boot unless it was from an extraordinarily heavy man. The distinct depressions in the dirt indicated that this person was wearing a sabaton but what sort of miner would wear a sabaton? Falrielle took a fistful of dirt and slowly scattered to the dirt to filter anything that larger than sand. As her delicate hands are nearly emptied, Falrielle stops and takes a closer look at the stones trapped in her palm. From what her eyes could see, some small pebbles that looked like they were from the cobblestone roads which didn’t belong in the mine and by her nose, the distinct scent of brimstone no doubt from the nearby springs.

She had seen enough.

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“It was unlike any sort of magicks we did in the College,” Gideon whispered quietly to Falrielle as she emerged from the mine as to not incite any panic. “I may not be a Conjurer but his eyes are not what would happen if it was Soul Trap” he continued with a tone of bafflement in his voice. “Orders?”

Falrielle stopped for a breather, taking a lean on a nearby beam before taking off hood revealing her snow white hair. Still trying to process what she learned, a quick sip from her waterskin was enough to clear her head. “Report to Keeper Carcette,” she said. “She would want to hear about this”

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MiddleEarthRoze said
How's your post coming along Delta? I'm looking forward to seeing your Vigilants clash with our group. :)

Trying to get the tone of a tracker right.

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Sprechen sie Deustch? Meine deutsch ist zemlich mist aber. "Zweihander" literally means "Two Hander". "Zwei" being the German word for two.

Anyway. "two-handed sword". See the issue with that label is exactly what is the criteria? The "normal" Longswords that would be about a metre or so long can be wielded with two hands and they are used that way. Now comes the greatswords/montante/two-handed swords which may disappoint you to learn about their real life counterparts; the greatswords like the Zweihander are Renaissance weapons, not Medieval weapons. Greatswords were introduced as a countermeasure to the prevalent pike wall that is so very much used in this era and unlike longswords, Greatswords are strict battlefield weapons and not for self-defence.

Enough ranting and back to my post. Oh if you guys are interested in learning more about swords.



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Leos Klien said
Also.Sorry about the long wait Delta.I hope my post is enough for your characters to come in on?

Oh it should be fine. I do however wonder when I'll stop talking to myself (Character wise). Been a long time since I've done RPs where I interact with other RPers.

EDIT: Everyone wants to kill Valerion.