Illium Vethelot

Helgen (Skyrim RP)

@GrizzTheMauler Ah, that would be a minor error on my part. I apologize! Thank you for the correcting. Haha

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Well.. I came back from a small hiatus and saw someone left..

I can see it from both sides, but it does kinda seem like a robot with nothing to do but sow chaos is a little much.

Hope you find a good state of mind, mate. Being in a bad place mental can really take a toll on yourself. I find it helps to stay away from online persona's for awhile and just go hiking for a few days.

Helgen (Skyrim RP)

Illium Vethlot - Helgen

At first glance the room beyond the door seemed disorderly and messy. Illium had been inside on more than one occasion and could explain in great detail how organized everything was beyond the initial shock of seeing things everywhere. As the door to Casimer's house swung open, Illium's head turned back around to peer at his friend. The man had obviously just stopped working, or atleast took a break to answer the door, when he had arrived. Then again, Cas did give a time of day to have it delivered.

When the other man's gaze turned away from himself, Illium turned once more to look towards Helena's. The thought crossed his mind that they wouldn't send anyone with aid, but then he turned back to address the man with a question.

"We did send a runner to Whiterun with a message saying we'd been attacked, right?"

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Illium Vethelot

Illium entered the church as the dragonoid responded to his inquiry. Again, he had to force himself to remember that these people weren't anything to him. He swallowed his retort and simply searched for a spot to rest while he waited for the oracle. Her arrival moments later was met with a raised eyebrow from a pew not far from the back of the church.

At times during her spiel, his eyes scrunched up in confusion.

"Wait, why have I been chosen..?", he asked aloud to the oracle. There was no reason why he of all the people he had ever served with couldn't have been chosen. His time in the army was almost up and he was just about to retire before being dragged into all this.

Any answer he would have heard was immediately drowned out by the sound of pews crashing against one another. The red toned dragon-human hybrid was punched and told to leave. Illium may not have cared for these people, but he was still a protector of sorts. His calloused hands grasped around the spear sitting across his lap and he rose from his position while sitting. Years of battle had taught him to be ready for anything, and he assumed a stance so he could spring into action if need be.

Helgen (Skyrim RP)

@1Hawkeyes@Mangrale

Hope it's not too bad if I assumed I knew you guys since I've been in town for a while! I know some people get irritated about that kind of stuff.

Helgen (Skyrim RP)

Illium Vethelot - Helgen

@Vlerchan
Rapped his knuckles against the door of one of his few friends in this destroyed town. Casimer was an ex-soldier, just like he was, and that type of camaraderie bonds people who otherwise wouldn't have reason to associate with one another. Not to say Casimer wasn't interesting to be around. They had shared a few stories about their past life with one another. With no real skills other than fighting against those damn Stormcloaks and his small memory of farming as a child, Illium had been using his strength to assist the town rebuild. Even now he had a delivery of steel directly from the blacksmith for Casimer's house.

"Casimer? You here? I've got that metal you asked for!"

Illium glanced back towards the cart. Across the way he could see a few people he couldn't recall entering Helena's inn. With no reply yet to his question regarding his delivery, he figured he'd call out one last time to make sure he wasn't just running away while Casi was still working.

"There are some newcomers over at Helena's, have you heard anything about the Jarl sending supplies or help?"

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

^^ Same.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Illium Vethelot

Illium was a mile down the road riding towards the town his dream had told him to migrate towards. His body bounced with each step ol' Lucian took. Without being aware of what was going on inside the city, a large explosion startled the horse and caused him to rear upwards. Lucian was war-trained, but when there was no battle around him he was just like any other horse. After Illium settled him down, he took off at a steady gallop to attend to whatever issue was at hand.

Upon entering underneath the metal gated entrance, he spied a rather large draconian like creature swinging someone around and discussing the whereabouts of this supposed 'oracle' that his dream-god demanded he find. Suppressing the desire to go and save these two bystanders from being abused by this creature, he settled with rationalizing this as "They aren't my friends, and it's not my problem."

Trotting passed the now abandoned men who were just so easily discarded, he followed the draconian man to the church. Upon entering the sacred grounds, he lightly slid off his horse and tethered it the nearby fence.

@Mangrale
"Here to see the Oracle?", he questioned the light red humanoid before passing him by and entering the large building.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Illium Vethelot

Illium Vethelot

Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire

Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.

Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.

Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.

Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)

Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.

Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.

There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.

Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story.

Helgen (Skyrim RP)

Illium Vethelot

Appearance:

My Hider

Age: 51

Race: Redguard

Items and gear: Imperial armor (Chestpiece, bracers, and boots.), Brown trowsers, steel shield, and long sword. As most soldiers do, he also carries a dagger positioned on the outside of his right thigh. In his Horse's saddle bags, he has rations to last him a week, two canteens, a bedroll, blankets, and various crumbs that have fallen out during different journeys.

Abilities: Capable of leading and following men into battle with little fear. Deadly with his blade and meticulous about it's care and handling. Able to sleep just about anywhere due to his old occupation in the Imperial Army. Mediocre with a bow, and plain horrible with diplomacy.

Job: Ex-Soldier in the Imperial Army

Bio: Growing up in one of the countless farms near Whiterun, Illium heard tales of glory and daring. These occupied his time while he shoveled Hay to the cows and manure from the stables. He dreamed of fighting dragons in his younger years. Though as the time edged closer and closer to his 17th name day, he began to settle more and more into the idea that being a Soldier was mostly just standing around and riding to and fro on business for some lord. When he did officially join, it was exactly what he imagined it would be. He was sent out on countless 'scouting missions' only to return with the same phrase, "Nothing to report, sir!". It was in his late twenties that the Civil War broke out in Skyrim. Forced to then fight with people he had once sworn to protect, the typical mission deviated into brutal battles that either left scars or death in it's wake. No longer did he ever utter the words "Nothing to report".

Twenty years of fighting left Illium a grizzled soldier with little to say beyond the battlefield. He kept to himself save for when the fighting starts. Even occasionally you might find a smile plastered across the old man's face as he holds his shield up to protect himself or a friend. His life was now focused around battle, and when he found himself up against the very dreams he shared as a child, he shied away. This was some supernatural force beyond ordinary magic. He cowered on the outerwall of Helgen while the dragon made multiple passes across the buttresses and towers beyond. It left the entire town in ruins, and most of the troops that were placed there were dead or dying.

He set aside his helmet that day and resigned from the Imperial Legion. His guilt was so strong that he remained there to help rebuild and salvage what they could from the wreckage wrought from Alduin.