Heinrich

The Gift of the Gods

Jones Sparrow said
First IC is up!!! Enter it in any way you would like! just make sure it makes sense, and doesn't oppose anyone else's post hahaha

So my CS was alright yes? ^^

The Gift of the Gods

Name: Eruantien, though he was commonly referred to as Nat
Age: 42
Race: Considers himself an Elf, though in truth an offspring of a Human and Elf
Appearance:

Appearance

Bio:

Bio

His mother (an elf) and father (a human) were both part of a mercenary company. Their goals of joining might have been different, as their races and views on world, but many missions, adventures and battles bonded them by more than just friendship, thus Eruantien was born as their firstborn son. However, his mother knew that it is impossible to raise a son amongst mercenaries and she left the company while still pregnant leaving his father behind.
With the money earned, Eruantien's mother was able to settle in one of the elven cities. From his youth he was called Nat by his mother, though she never explained that to him. The two would often go hunting where Nat practiced his archery skills, and his mother would occasionally spar with him to teach close combat. At the age of 17 he was quite skilled for a boy of that age, mainly because he had both some of human strength and elf's discipline. However, his mother never actually told him of his origins and the boy always wondered about his father. One day, his mother vanished – Nat just woke up and couldn‘t find her anywhere.
After a year of searching he realised that she used to be a part of a mercenary company. At the age of 20 he joined it himself, but found no trail of his mother and nobody in his squad knew of her. During the next 16 years, he worked his way up to become one of the mercenary company‘s officers, however, his main goal of finding family and answers was in vain. He aquired enough money, gear and experience to become a remarkable soldier, one of the if not the best amongst mercenaries.
During a raid on a smuggler hideout the mercenary company was ambushed and almost completely wiped out. Nat managed to stay alive and cut through the enemy ranks getting a scar on his face, however, fleeing the battlefield with a mortally wounded commander. Dying, the commander revealed that he was Nat‘s father and gave Nat many answers he was looking for, though the man did not know where Nat‘s mother was.
From that day Nat continued as a simple sellsword, commonly found at inns, travelling the world, looking for the last answer he did not know.

Personality: He is a person with a mask. You might think of him as a funny, laid-back person, when in truth this is the Nat everybody wanted to see in the mercenary company. Inside, Nat is a suspicious and quick-witted person. He is sometimes too reckless and often strives for power, however he is not greedy at all and isn‘t intersted in wealth too much. He tries to solve conflicts peacefully, but if that isn‘t going his way, he does not hesitate to use force. Is not religious. A complete mix of elven and human personality.
Faction: He fights for answers. Those people that tell him the most of what he wants to hear.
Gift: Has no gift he knows of.
Weapon(s) of choice: His bow (as seen in the appearance tab, made of strong wood though very flexible and quite accurate).

And his sword

He does not name his weapons as he does not consider them to be pets, only tools.
Relationship/loved ones?: Single, his father is dead, his mother possibly alive, though he has not heard of her, constantly looking for her. No other relatives.
Other: Being a bastard of a human and an elf, Nat is aging, though slower. At age 42 he is like a regular human in his twenties. He considers himself an elf. He doesn‘t deny that there are Gods, but thinks that one‘s skill and determination is more important.

The Gift of the Gods

Jones Sparrow said
Maybe not evil, but they don't usually have good or heroic intentions. Maybe they're selfish, or don't care what happens, they are just there to use their gift, and if it's to cause harm or anything in that nature, the evil god doesn't care haha

Alright I'll think everything out and write a cs :P

The Gift of the Gods

Jones Sparrow said
Nope, you can be whoever you want, they can be ordinary people on the world that want to Help fight! I haven't put a limit on them haha

And if I have an evil god's gift, must I also be evil?

The Gift of the Gods

And what if a person wants to play without being a gift bearer (like you suggested in the main post)? Does he count amongst those 11?

The Gift of the Gods

I really love the idea and would like to join. Question: Are there as many spots as there are possible gifts, or less?

The Mistake. . .

I'm interested too, so I'll consider joining if it gets rolling :)

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Henry looked at Katrina, who didn't want to listen and kept moving on towards the Oblivion gate. Henry shook his head. "Women" he mumbled and turned towards the battlefield. After a second he turned back, looked at the gate once again and added to himself "Or maybe young love. A heroine saving her chosen one. Aye, 'tis what I'd like to think."

Henry slowly started moving deeper into oblivion, trying to follow the Hero of Kvatch. That proved quite easy as the man was cutting down the Daedra as butter with a hot knife. Henry finally moved towards a group of three scamps, that were all facing the Hero, thus, their backs turned to the Bard. Without hesitation, he stabbed one scamp in its back, while it was readying a fireball to throw at the Hero, then quickly kicked another one's leg and while it was falling, spun his spear making a backwards step at the same time, to hit the Daedra's muzzle right before it fell on the ground. Henry's plan turned out to be a success, as the slash together with the falling momentum the scamp had opened its skull and made it finish the fall resembling of a ragdoll. After accomplishing this move the Bard groaned, because his arm still hurt from the blast that hit him earlier on. The groan, or maybe just the sound of a weapon slash, caught the attention of the third scamp of the group.

The bard quickly repositioned himself to face the third scamp, though it was hard to control spear with a half-responsive hand. It spotted Henry and seemed rather unhappy about the deaths of its kin. Then again, the bard had no idea how unhappy scamp look like, so he just made an assumption. The enemy, however, did not hesitate like Henry did and lunged forward, its claws ready to rend his face. Nevertheless, Henry pretty much anticipated that and he could no way finish a defensive move in time, not with that pain in his arm at least, so he just pushed his spear forward and let go of it, while sidestepping at the same time. The imp hit the spear's shaft as he literally had nowhere to go to dodge it and clumsily thwacked the ground. Wasting no time bard strided towards the fallen Scamp and treaded on it. The Imp was clawing the ground, yet Henry left it no chance to injure his legs and started trampling the scamp. When it was finished, Henry kicked the lifeless body away and took his spear back, while mumbling "Five."

The bard then proceeded towards the Hero of Kvatch and when he finally got close enough shouted to him "So what's our plan in here? The portal is obviously not closing no matter how many Daedra we kill in here. And we are taking heavy losses, the Imperial woman took Brogan outside, I don't see a few of those who ventured in either." While saying these words Henry tried to get as close as possible without actually hindering the Dunmer's fighting. At the same time, the bard tried to position himself to defend the Hero from possible back-attacks. He then added a question "Do all these scamps fight in the same pattern? Throwing fireballs and lunging when you get in a few step distance. This makes them easy to anticipate."

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Henry heard a thump, as if someone threw something at his chaser's Daedric armor, so he dared to look back and saw the Dremora standing and looking somewhere else, not at the Bard. He quickly grasped that it was looking at the Hero of Kvatch who shortly attacked it and quickly disposed of the Daedra with the help of his magic. The bard halted from running and nodded a thanks to the Dunmer. After his words, Henry answered
"Thanks, though I already had him." Henry smiled " We'll count him as mine. Two, that makes it."

Henry then started moving towards where his spear was lying, because he had no other weapon, except his lute, which cannot be considered a decent weapon either way. Luckily, most of the Daedras around the spot were killed and Henry crossed the battlefield without too much hindrance. As he finally retook his spear from the ground, Henry saw that the Imperial woman was taking Brogan towards the Oblivion gate outside. The bard quickly jogged to catch up with them and said "Where are you taking him? We can't leave the gate, Daedra might venture out through the gate, someone would have to be a flunkey and simply stay and defend Brogan. We must either get him on his feet or.. Well.. Leave him here." The bard grinned after saying that, because all of this fight seemed not as heroic as one would expect.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Henry just kept dancing around the battlefield, dodging everything that was thrown at him, while at the same time trying not to lose te Hero of Kvatch from sight, as the man was their only hope of getting out of here alive. Henry soon found himself closing in on a scamp, that was facing him sideways. Without too much hesitation, Henry sprinted towards the daedra and tried to impale it, though the scamp stepped away at the last possible second. However, Henry already had a plan for that, thus he halted as swiftly as he could and started spinning towards the direction of the scamp, having retained only his left foot on the ground, while holding his spear solely with his right hand on the very end. By doing that Henry used his weapon as a sweeper and knocked down the scamp with the middle of his spear's shaft. The bard quickly regained balance by putting his right foot on the ground and stepping forward with his left. He then kicked the scamp, that was already trying to get up, knocking him a little bit further and soon afterward putting his spear through the scamp's body. Henry then smiled and shouted "One! The stabbing really works."

However, as Henry turned back to look behind he saw only the Imperial woman. The Bosmer named Brogan was nowhere to be seen, though the Dremora they were previously fighting seemed to be walking towards a rock in a rather swift pace. Henry did not know why the Dremora turned its back to all of the fighting, but Henry thought it would be the perfect chance to sprint and stab it in the back, as he was no more than twenty to thirty steps from it. Henry started running, readying his spear for an attack, but he was stopped, because running through an open plain made him an easy target and some scamps did not want to make that crossing too easy. He did get as close as 10 steps -- enough to examine the rock that the Dremora was closing in to and...

"That's Brogan!" Henry suddenly realized and shouted "By the divines, defend him -- someone." The shouting probably got the attention of more scamps or maybe the same ones concentrated their fire on him, anyhow Henry was forced to retreat even further from the laying Bosmer. The bard hid behind a rock to think for a second and then emerged from there with somewhat of a plan. It did not seem he would be fighting anyone soon, so all that Henry did was use the time he had to get as close as possible to the Dremora and throw his spear at it. The plan worked spectacularly well, as Henry strided while swinging his spear for a throw and let it to the Daedra. However, the spear did not seem to do any damage it just bumped into its armor. The throw did accomplish another thing -- the Daedra let out a strange sound resembling of a growl and turned away from Brogan to face the battlefield again, searching for the one that threw the spear. Obviously, Henry was the first one to be caught in its eyes and the Daedra started running towards the Bard. Henry just turned and wanted to run, but he stayed in one place for too long -- he did not have enough time to dodge a fireball headed his way nor did he have a weapon to block it with. Only thing the Bard was able to do was a half-step to a side. The fireball still connected with his shoulder and exploded. Henry was thrown aside by the explosion, though he somehow managed to stay on his feet and only fell on his knees.

He felt a heavy burn on his left arm and grinned from pain. The pain was there, obviously, but he knew he can't stop know, "The song cannot end now" was his thought, thus the bard found his strength and stood up again, looking at the still-incoming Daedra. After standing up he still had a few seconds, so he quickly looked around to get a better view of surroundings, although the Bard was still dizzy from the explosion. He then started backing away from Daedra, slowly at first, though increasing the speed with every step and soon enough running at full speed trying to create some distance.