Greenie

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Meg had never felt more like a leaf being tossed about by the wind until their journey from Skingrad to Anvil. Yes, she was a traveller, a wayfarer who was always on the go, but there was always an end result to that travelling, one that would leave her feeling satisfied and accomplished. Yet now... or rather, since the failed expedition under the Jerall Mountains, it seemed to her as if nothing was panning out well. From Imperial City to Skingrad and now to Anvil.

There were no more end results save surviving, or so it seemed, and this thought depressed her.

The start of the journey itself was somber, and for the most part Meg kept to herself, her increasingly darkening thoughts causing her habitual smile to linger only for instances rather than most of the time. It was a shame, and sometimes she scolded herself for this change of attitude as well. There was always positive to see in current events, at least that had been her way of thinking since she was a small child. Alas, it seemed the world had changed since then, darkening in both a literal and figurative sense.

Though she didn't realize it at the moment of travelling, the one good thing her quiet and solemn mood had brought about was that she was observing her surroundings even more than usual. The land was so different from Skyrim, the temperature warm and almost stifling at times, and yet so green when compared to the grey and white mountains of her homeland. The closer they got to Anvil, the more Meg could feel her dour mood lift, and though she still felt at a loss, she was beginning to appreciate the fact that even if she was just moving along as if she had no real path to follow, there was still much to appreciate.

It was Daro'Vasora's words to Rhea, however, that caused her to realize what a fool she had been. Disaster had struck and she had been affected... but who hadn't been? The fact that she was in this group with more than a couple of others proved that, the refugee camp proved that... Imperial city proved that. Everyone had lost something when the dwemer attacked. She was no one special to sulk and brood about being lost in life... not when she had a life where many others no longer did.

You're sure stupid, Meg...

And so, the very much alive Nord decided it was time make the best of the situation and take the opportunity of having a close look at what Anvil had to offer. It was a far cry from the refugee camp outside Skingrad, that was for sure. A mean-spirited person may have been envious that people here were enjoying peace and prosperity while others suffered, and the inkling of that thought did scratch at Meg's mind. However, the smell of food that wasn't cooked around a campfire was enough to push those musings to the side.

Before she could eat though, there was something else she needed to do first. In fact, she decided she wouldn't eat at all until she completed her self imposed task.

Who knew sending a letter home could be so daunting?

An hour or so later, feeling much lighter than she had in days, Meg found herself wandering up to a tavern. She wasn't lost, thankfully; having learned the usefulness of maps from Judena, she had made sure to draw out the path she was taking so that she'd at least be able to find her way back to the city gates. It was a rather crude map, the writing on it probably indecipherable by most, but it made sense to her.

"Right," she muttered as she added in the tavern, "time t'eat an' drink... if I can get in!" What in the name of Talos was going on? Both curious as well as pining for a drink, Meg pushed her way through the crowd, ignoring angry mutters that came her way. She only came to a stop when she reached the front of the line, just in time to see someone more than familiar.

Huh... now this ain' surprisin' at all... "How 'bout a fight then?" she called out, eyebrow raised, a hint of a grin dancing on her lips.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

@Lemons Best of luck irl!

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Posted! :D I'm kinda surprised with Meg's choice :'D

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

While the walk through the woods had been long and tiresome, it wasn't actually the physical activity that had Meg a little down, rather the idea that at the end of the journey they could very well end up back where they started. If it had simply been her, it was likely she would have despaired and run off... somewhere. Thankfully the company of the others helped more than a little, and she found herself smiling when she thought she wouldn't. So it was with better spirits that she reached Skingrad with her companions, only to have said spirits dampened when she saw all the refugees outside the gates of the city. Meg had never seen so many people gathered in one place, yet it wasn't the sheer amount of folks that made her heart sink. Children, adults and elderly all had the same expressions of fear darkening their faces.

As Rhea, Brynja and Daro'Vasora headed through the crowd to hopefully figure out what in Talos' name was happening, Meg decided to do a little wandering of her own, though she tried not to stray too far from the group. Whether the others liked it or not, she felt a sort of kinship with them now. They had been through much together, events that would take more than a lifetime to forget. Meg felt more comfortable around even the snippier members of the group than she would with her own stepmother and brother.

Meg blinked. Her stepmother was someone who often poked about in her memories, but her little brother was hardly someone who made an occurrence. Looking away from the ground she had been concentrating on as she walked, she caught sight of a rather large family with many children. She paused in her steps before moving to the side, not wishing to be in anyone's path or being jostled by someone who didn't care. Still, her eyes remained on the family, spotting a young lad who looked no more than three or four years. I wonder how old he is now? It seemed like forever ago when she had met her little brother. Did he even remember her? "Huh." Meg scoffed at her own foolish thoughts. She could hardly expect the child to think of her when she hardly did of him, and while that did sadden her, it was a small relief as well. One less person to miss her if she didn't make it out of whatever this was alive.

Her father though... Scuffing the ground with her boot, she tried to ignore thoughts of him, but with everyone so preoccupied with their own worries, there was no one to steer her away from her grim thoughts. I wonder if they know what happened to Jerall Mountain back in Whiterun. Or what happened in Imperial city... For all her father knew though, she could very well have been treasure hunting in some snow-covered caverns under Winterhold. At least, that's what she hoped... there was no sense in him worrying about her.

I really should go writin' him a letter soon- Meg's thoughts were interrupted, her eyes shifting away from the boy to two newcomers who were addressing the parents of the many children. "Hm..." Even from her distance she could see the barely hidden disdain in their words and expressions. Unknowingly her hands curled into fists, her irritation barely contained when they passed by her, especially when she heard the spiteful words they had to say about the family. It took every fiber of her being not to say something scathing to them; perhaps it was actually the sight of Rhea that caused her to change her mind.

To say she was shocked by what Rhea had to say would be a lie, even if it was a rather unpleasant bit of news. The choice to follow after Brynja and Daro'Vasora was very tempting as well, but Judena's words also meant something important to her, something she had just been thinking about. Once more the idea of having more bonds with this group than her own family pulled at her heartstrings.

It took quite a lot of chewing on her lip before she finally spoke aloud.

"I wanna help people too, but..." She let out a breath. "I havta agree with Judena. I don' quite feel ready t'leave this group yet... So I'mma stay. I'll help you, Jude, if you're fine with that."

Meg turned to smile at the older Argonian, but she too ended up distracted with the sight of the three familiar Altmer. "Well... huh." Now that was a surprise.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

Unfortunately I'm going to have to step back :( Just remembered my summer's going to be jam packed so I'm already slicing away other rps. Hope you all have fun though :'D and if there's chance again in the future to join when I'm free, then I'll give it another go.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

@Greenie, archers, 1H swordsmen and destruction mages were oversaturated in chapter 1, and are still going to be very popular. Some underrated picks are 2H axe, pickpocketing, lockpicking, athletics, provisioning and alteration.

@Gcold

Hmm...

I'mma have to think some more then XD Not much into magic but bows and swords yeah. Let's see what I can do.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

<Snipped quote by Greenie>

Not a GM but while characters with unique skillsets are encouraged, if it makes more sense for the character you've created to specialize in archery, blade, sneak etc. that's fine. If a skill gets too saturated, the GMs will publicly announce what skills future characters cannot specialize in. GCold did this in Chapter 1 for a couple of skills, but that didn't come for a very long time.

@Frizan

Coolio, sounds good to moi! :D

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

I've started working on my character sheet, and was also taking a peek at everyone else's characters. So, I was wondering if diversifying was better or should I make my character as I wish and not worry if I'm like... archer number 5 or something. ^_^;

*thinking*

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

Just wanted to mention that I've been reading through and I'm interested in the RP :3

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

26th Rain's Hand, 4E208, early afternoon-

It was a miracle to Meg that she had managed to evade the dwemer forces. Whether her prayers had helped her or whether it was her own sneakiness, she didn't know. However, as she kept herself hidden away quietly in the remains of an already destroyed shop. Her normal temperament may have been to scavenge, but right now that was the farther thing from her mind. In the distance she could still hear the screaming and the sobs, causing her to curl into herself even more than she already was. Eyes shut tightly, she pressed her chin against her raised knees. Arms clasped around herself, she fiddled with the amulet she had pulled from her neck, seeking some sort of comfort.

Don' take this the wrong way, J'raij, but I'm not meanin' to meet you any time soon.

Death was never on her to do list and the same could be said for today, but the way things seemed to be going these days, it would seem death was enjoying seeing her run about like a frantic chicken.

The thought didn't give her any comfort, and she remained as she was for a time longer; it was hard to tell if had been mere minutes or hours or days by the time she moved from her safe spot. Her hand loosened around the amulet, and when she made to wear it once more, the indentations could be seen on the palm of her hand. Taking a breath, she finally reached into her pocket and pulled out the map Judena had made her.

Opening it, she felt a lump in her throat. Was the Argonian alright? Did she manage to escape the disaster? What about the others? How was Brynja? What of Latro and Alim and Daro'Vasora? Where was Gaius and the three Altmer? For a moment her hand tightened around the map, causing the sides to crumple. Meg hastily loosened her hold, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Now wasn't the time to cloud her mind with such thoughts.

The map had been very helpful from the day it had been given to her, and she was going to put her faith in it once again. Judena had marked Rhea's house on it, and in Meg's opinion, it was probably the best place to go for someone not really familiar with the city. Hopefully the other non Natives thought the same... and if not, there was also the hope that Rhea was still there. Chewing industriously on her lip, Meg started tracing the way she had run from the inn when the attacks had commenced. Perhaps it was good luck from the gods above, but it seemed the way to Rhea's house wouldn't be too difficult for her to follow.

Sword in one hand and map in the other, Meg left her temporary haven. The sight that met her eyes was worse than before; bloodied bodies fallen here and there, shops and homes reduced to rubble and debris. It was difficult not to feel something as she quietly stepped over those who had been slaughtered, a sense of sorrow and hopelessness invading her. Was this how her father had felt when he had fought for the Imperial army? She didn't even know these people and this city; how would one feel if it was their friends and comrades?

The last thought caused her pace to quicken, though her paranoia forced her to periodically continue hiding as she followed the map, slowly but steadily inching closer and closer until at last she was standing before Rhea's mansion. Meg let out a soft sigh of relief. It was hard to ignore the temptation of racing to the door and entering, but she forced herself to remain calm, stealthily making her way until she finally reached the door. With one last uneasy look behind her, Meg fumbled with the handle before hurriedly opening the door and entering the mansion. Almost instantly she felt her shoulders droop- the immediate safety from the outside world was as sweet as a honey nut treat.