The vampire suddenly appeared again, this time on the roof of Belethor's store. His eyes flared red again as his thirst took control, and within no time at all he started channeling the Drain Life spell down towards Cronic. He was almost like some kind of mage-pire, using all these highly costing powers. For one, instant teleportation should be something only a Master-level Mage could pull off.
"Hey... Where did our customer go? Aria, child, did you see our newcomer leave?" The innkeeper asked.
Aria blinked a few times and looked back at the innkeeper, shrugging at the lack of the clumsy man who.. broke his nose on a wall. And showed up out of nowhere, and just disappeared without a trace. And Cronic just walked out a moment ago, after drawing blood... And then it hit her like a thu'um.
"That son of a bitch!" Aria blurted out as she sprang from the seat, vaulted over a patron on the opposite side of the fire, and rammed the door to the street open with her shoulder. It didn't take her long to form a fireball in hand, but.. blowing up the vampire would more than likely turn Belethor's General Goods into an inferno. She gritted her teeth and drew the katana instead, rushing over to Cronic.
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Oh wow, people were interested!
So... Say we went for The Reaper War. Where would you guys like to base the RP, if the object isn't to do objectives all over the galaxy? I was thinking if it was galaxy-wide, it would probably be a bit like multiplayer xD Only, a detailed mission, not a bunch of random tasks in a restrictive map.
Edit: Oh! And Geth would be fine.
So... Say we went for The Reaper War. Where would you guys like to base the RP, if the object isn't to do objectives all over the galaxy? I was thinking if it was galaxy-wide, it would probably be a bit like multiplayer xD Only, a detailed mission, not a bunch of random tasks in a restrictive map.
Edit: Oh! And Geth would be fine.
The vampire's head twitched in the direction of the Odd Jobs duo all of a sudden. Blood. It was a lure and he knew it. But that smell... At least he didn't look suspicious anymore. His nose was.. unbroken, repaired - the blood clean from the constant licking under cover of a cloth provided by the innkeep. To regenerate so quickly had him a little exhausted, ...he needed something to quench his thirst. His eyes remained fixated on Cronic's back, until that is, Aria turned to look at him. They stared at each other for a moment, Aria's expression was completely indifferent. She knew...!
"...So clumsy. Hitting your face on a wall," Aria chuckled, and the vampire was relieved. "Oh, Cronic! By the way; the reason they didn't believe me, is because that damn vampire could teleport! As if a city guard's ever fought a vampire, let alone seen one teleport... They were mocking me... I should tell Commander Caius to beat them with a club..."
Dread. The overwhelming feeling of knowing death was so close. The male of the two would make a move any second now! The vampire didn't reach for his sword just in case, but he was as ready as could be. ...What was surprising was the girl being absolutely wrapped up in the illusion. Might she be playing games, like she had done outside? She and her partner, or at least one of them, had to die. That was still the mission, regardless of the dangers present.
"...So clumsy. Hitting your face on a wall," Aria chuckled, and the vampire was relieved. "Oh, Cronic! By the way; the reason they didn't believe me, is because that damn vampire could teleport! As if a city guard's ever fought a vampire, let alone seen one teleport... They were mocking me... I should tell Commander Caius to beat them with a club..."
Dread. The overwhelming feeling of knowing death was so close. The male of the two would make a move any second now! The vampire didn't reach for his sword just in case, but he was as ready as could be. ...What was surprising was the girl being absolutely wrapped up in the illusion. Might she be playing games, like she had done outside? She and her partner, or at least one of them, had to die. That was still the mission, regardless of the dangers present.
The night soon arrived, with a thunder storm covering the southern half of Skyrim, and a raging blizzard covering the north.
After getting dressed back into her normal rugged outfit, Aria headed up the hill toward the Bannered Mare. Was Cronic avoiding her...? She couldn't imagine why, so the deceptively dangerous young lady stopped thinking about it. As she approached the door she couldn't help but notice a pair of red dots glaring from the steps leading up to the next district. They disappeared when she blinked, confusing her. Perhaps it was nothing...
"Lord Harkon sends his rega-ARGH!" The voice was slow and sinister at first, but it grew into a yelp pretty quickly when the vampire's face was met with the full force of Aria's elbow. She span and drew her katana with a swift reflex, but there was nothing there. "You think you're pretty funny, don't you mortal!?" A furious voice came from the roof of the Bannered Mare. When lightning flashed over Whiterun, Aria caught a glimpse of the pale human holding his face, licking any blood than poured out of his nose.
Aria raised an eyebrow at him as he was enveloped in darkness again, save for those beaming eyes. ",..If you're gonna stab someone in the back, do it! What's wrong with you? Who was your teacher at assassin camp?! You could'a just shoved a dagger in me, but no~! You had to try n' be badass! It's disgusting!" the redhead mocked the vampire. He vanished again, this time appearing in the street. By now the guards were getting concerned about all the shouting, it was probably making the people in their homes nervous. She stepped toward him, holding the blade down at her side, ready for a fight.
The vampire hissed, and vanished again. This wasn't ordinary... Aria knew they were masters in illusion, but there's no way they could move so fast. Perhaps he really was short-warping? A boot plunged into a puddle to Aria's right, and she moved quickly to counter the attempt to skewer her, pushing the thrusted sword out of the way and socking her opponent in the face. That.. was twice now. Before Aria could bring the blade around again, the groaning vampire vanished, re-appearing inside the Bannered Mare off in a shadowed corner...
The figure that suddenly started moaning pulled his hood up and scuttled over to the bar, trying not to look at anyone besides the owner. "I'm sorry, I could use some cloth.. I.. broke my nose. On the wall. I'm so clumsy..." he coughed. It occurred to him now that it was raining so heavily, nobody in here could hear the commotion outside. And another thing occurred to him now... he was soaking wet. "I'd like a room too, please. I plan to stay the night!"
Aria then strolled in, looking quite pissed off as she untied her cloak, throwing it aside carelessly. She was mumbling something about smartass guards before taking a seat beside Cronic at the fire. People always left it open in case a moody Aria strolled in. "I got attacked by a vampire and the guards didn't believe me! I had to pay a fine for causing commotion! They even asked if I was drunk! Bastards...!" she huffed and stared at Cronic with the cutest angry-face, as if expecting him to completely agree with her side of the story.
The vampire quickly took his drenched overcoat off and made sure to beat back his vampyric eyes. He was still pale and looked like death, but he'd covered up the tell-tale sign now. How in Oblivion did that kid miss him? He was right here, in the same room! If they were sitting on the other side of the fire they could see him! "Lightning plays tricks on the mind, my dear. Perhaps you should get some rest!" a far more posh-sounding voice offered opinion from the vampire's direction.
After getting dressed back into her normal rugged outfit, Aria headed up the hill toward the Bannered Mare. Was Cronic avoiding her...? She couldn't imagine why, so the deceptively dangerous young lady stopped thinking about it. As she approached the door she couldn't help but notice a pair of red dots glaring from the steps leading up to the next district. They disappeared when she blinked, confusing her. Perhaps it was nothing...
"Lord Harkon sends his rega-ARGH!" The voice was slow and sinister at first, but it grew into a yelp pretty quickly when the vampire's face was met with the full force of Aria's elbow. She span and drew her katana with a swift reflex, but there was nothing there. "You think you're pretty funny, don't you mortal!?" A furious voice came from the roof of the Bannered Mare. When lightning flashed over Whiterun, Aria caught a glimpse of the pale human holding his face, licking any blood than poured out of his nose.
Aria raised an eyebrow at him as he was enveloped in darkness again, save for those beaming eyes. ",..If you're gonna stab someone in the back, do it! What's wrong with you? Who was your teacher at assassin camp?! You could'a just shoved a dagger in me, but no~! You had to try n' be badass! It's disgusting!" the redhead mocked the vampire. He vanished again, this time appearing in the street. By now the guards were getting concerned about all the shouting, it was probably making the people in their homes nervous. She stepped toward him, holding the blade down at her side, ready for a fight.
The vampire hissed, and vanished again. This wasn't ordinary... Aria knew they were masters in illusion, but there's no way they could move so fast. Perhaps he really was short-warping? A boot plunged into a puddle to Aria's right, and she moved quickly to counter the attempt to skewer her, pushing the thrusted sword out of the way and socking her opponent in the face. That.. was twice now. Before Aria could bring the blade around again, the groaning vampire vanished, re-appearing inside the Bannered Mare off in a shadowed corner...
The figure that suddenly started moaning pulled his hood up and scuttled over to the bar, trying not to look at anyone besides the owner. "I'm sorry, I could use some cloth.. I.. broke my nose. On the wall. I'm so clumsy..." he coughed. It occurred to him now that it was raining so heavily, nobody in here could hear the commotion outside. And another thing occurred to him now... he was soaking wet. "I'd like a room too, please. I plan to stay the night!"
Aria then strolled in, looking quite pissed off as she untied her cloak, throwing it aside carelessly. She was mumbling something about smartass guards before taking a seat beside Cronic at the fire. People always left it open in case a moody Aria strolled in. "I got attacked by a vampire and the guards didn't believe me! I had to pay a fine for causing commotion! They even asked if I was drunk! Bastards...!" she huffed and stared at Cronic with the cutest angry-face, as if expecting him to completely agree with her side of the story.
The vampire quickly took his drenched overcoat off and made sure to beat back his vampyric eyes. He was still pale and looked like death, but he'd covered up the tell-tale sign now. How in Oblivion did that kid miss him? He was right here, in the same room! If they were sitting on the other side of the fire they could see him! "Lightning plays tricks on the mind, my dear. Perhaps you should get some rest!" a far more posh-sounding voice offered opinion from the vampire's direction.
To be honest, I would just say make a character and join in. This really could use some life. Gotta dedicate more time to forum RP! xD
"...I... understand. They give you no choice. I can help you if more of them find us - if death is the only way to make them stop, I will help you fight." Yuki said as the lights of Solitude came into view somewhere further down the mountain. She offered a small, freezing hand to the woman, "My name is Yuki Shirohana. I am a priestess of the Akaviri. Or due to recent events, 'was' may be more applicable."
"Thalmor ain't a problem yet. Just wait until they start moving around in warbands - then they're gonna be a problem. It might be the Stormcloaks that give them reason to, but we'll see where this all goes."
Aria intently fell back off the wall and flipped to land on her feet, the stray looking confused though still safe in her arms. The rain was here already, and catching a mere cold wasn't something Aria wanted to do! Sneezing in the middle of a battle would be so distracting... And embarrassing, if the enemy didn't use that moment to their advantage. She entered the shop after walking around to the front of the building, and once inside she put the cat on her desk. It'd be easier to sleep in her normal outfit.
"Thalmor ain't a problem yet. Just wait until they start moving around in warbands - then they're gonna be a problem. It might be the Stormcloaks that give them reason to, but we'll see where this all goes."
Aria intently fell back off the wall and flipped to land on her feet, the stray looking confused though still safe in her arms. The rain was here already, and catching a mere cold wasn't something Aria wanted to do! Sneezing in the middle of a battle would be so distracting... And embarrassing, if the enemy didn't use that moment to their advantage. She entered the shop after walking around to the front of the building, and once inside she put the cat on her desk. It'd be easier to sleep in her normal outfit.
"...Is it really wise to pursue vengeance? They have hurt you. I could see it in your eyes..." Yuki frowned at the thought of further violence, but she was already beginning to learn that these 'Thalmor' were very relentless people. To destroy her home city, and kill everyone - there was simply no reason to have done it, or to have wasted so many of their own people in the battle. Even with the odds against him, the last man took Yuki hostage... They were so irrational, and it was hard to understand with Yuki's mind of serenity.
Meanwhile back in Whiterun, Aria had joined Cronic in sitting on the city walls out behind the shop. The farmers were packing up for the day as a thunder storm could be seen rolling in on the mountainous horizon. They could watch the lightning streak down into the mountains from up here... Funny. To Aria, this seemed very much like a representation of recent times. Dragons returning, this conflict between two Dovahkiin, Vampires running amok, and Civil War about to get serious... A storm was coming, all too right.
"...Cronic, we'll lock up tight tonight. I feel like Skyrim just got a thousand percent more dangerous." Aria said as she calmly stroked the stray cat, which slept soundly on her lap. Calm as she seemed, her eyes were fixed on that storm. It was starting to get pretty cold in the black flowered kimono, too... "Startin' tomorrow we should look for that pal of yours. You think so?"
Meanwhile back in Whiterun, Aria had joined Cronic in sitting on the city walls out behind the shop. The farmers were packing up for the day as a thunder storm could be seen rolling in on the mountainous horizon. They could watch the lightning streak down into the mountains from up here... Funny. To Aria, this seemed very much like a representation of recent times. Dragons returning, this conflict between two Dovahkiin, Vampires running amok, and Civil War about to get serious... A storm was coming, all too right.
"...Cronic, we'll lock up tight tonight. I feel like Skyrim just got a thousand percent more dangerous." Aria said as she calmly stroked the stray cat, which slept soundly on her lap. Calm as she seemed, her eyes were fixed on that storm. It was starting to get pretty cold in the black flowered kimono, too... "Startin' tomorrow we should look for that pal of yours. You think so?"
Yah.
(This should've been posted days ago >.>)
"I'm gonna need a new jacket. That iron bastard cut mine in half... That's my design! Why do I have to have a replacement made every time we leave Magnolia?!" Blaze started to complain on the way back to the railway stop, just outside of the town. Torie's reward face indicated he was more than happy with the end result. Iggy was.. well, as close to unconscious as he could be. And Aurora was here, resting in Blaze's arms soundly. For a scrawny kid, the fire mage wasn't as weak as she looked - in fact all those shrapnel cuts would have anyone normal writhing in pain! Worse pain would've been losing someone... But they got lucky as far as the Iron Dragon Slayer was concerned. He could've ended it right there...
"We better meet again. I wanna burn him a lot so he knows how I feel right now!"
Blaze looked back one more time as the group arrived at the empty station. There was a girl there, waving for attention. Was she hurt or something? The train pulled to a halt a few moments later, and Blaze was quick to find a seat for Aurora to use for a temporary bed. Figuring Torie would take care of the other sleeping beauty, she moved over to the doors and waved back at the girl from earlier.
"We're outta here, jobs done! You need to catch the train or what? We're going to Magnolia."
"I'm gonna need a new jacket. That iron bastard cut mine in half... That's my design! Why do I have to have a replacement made every time we leave Magnolia?!" Blaze started to complain on the way back to the railway stop, just outside of the town. Torie's reward face indicated he was more than happy with the end result. Iggy was.. well, as close to unconscious as he could be. And Aurora was here, resting in Blaze's arms soundly. For a scrawny kid, the fire mage wasn't as weak as she looked - in fact all those shrapnel cuts would have anyone normal writhing in pain! Worse pain would've been losing someone... But they got lucky as far as the Iron Dragon Slayer was concerned. He could've ended it right there...
"We better meet again. I wanna burn him a lot so he knows how I feel right now!"
Blaze looked back one more time as the group arrived at the empty station. There was a girl there, waving for attention. Was she hurt or something? The train pulled to a halt a few moments later, and Blaze was quick to find a seat for Aurora to use for a temporary bed. Figuring Torie would take care of the other sleeping beauty, she moved over to the doors and waved back at the girl from earlier.
"We're outta here, jobs done! You need to catch the train or what? We're going to Magnolia."
Yo! So I've been playing the hell out of the series recently, and I've always wondered about how a few little scenarios might fare as RPs. It's an interesting universe, and Shepard's story isn't the only thing that's notable out of it all. See how much you guys like these.. if anyone actually enjoys Mass Effect here!:
Also, I have plots in mind for everything I've put down - even if they seem kinda empty, I do have plans...
Idea #1 - The Reaper War
That galactic-scale battle against genocidal AI cuttlefish-ships. Shepard went on a series of diplomatic operations in order to unite everyone against the threat of extinction. We saw destruction on massive scales across multiple worlds, but I felt war only got real for Shepard's crew when they hit Earth. The intensity, all those Reaper forces, Reapers themselves joining in the thick of the fighting. Imagine... What might it be like fighting for months on Palaven or Thessia? Perhaps as the Resistance forces on Earth? Brutal stuff, ...brutal stuff that could make for a pretty awesome war/survival RP! This idea would likely have the players as ragged defenders, civilians forced to fight even. Someone might even play a Reaper as an interesting perspective, serving as a hunter & main antagonist.
Or, maybe we could just ditch the planetary defence and be posted around the galaxy as a mobile strike team of sorts, like the Normandy's crew. Well, that's that idea.
Idea #2 - Mercenaries, Pirates, Smugglers, Vigilantes?
From the title you see where it's going. No endgame war. This could happen before or after the Reaper War, doesn't really matter which. We put a crew together. Scum, maybe just unlucky folks with the skills, need credits so badly they're doing dirty work for it. Be against the galactic law enforcement agencies and militaries. We could work for crime bosses, be hired by shady Council factions. That'd cover the first three categories anyway!
The galaxy could also use a good clean-up! Garrus Vakarian was a firm believer in just blowing all the scum of the galaxy away. Disrupting operations, hit-and-runs, assassinations... The odds are heavily stacked against a team of rogue lawmen, but that's what they'd have signed up for. Like any of these options?
Idea #3 - Black Ops/Spectres
The elite have no limits - get the job done, whatever the cost. Galactic security counts on the Spectres' lethality in risky situations. From derailing dangerous hostile operations, to changing the galaxy with a single bullet, these are the people who serve the Council in their own ways. What goes on behind the scenes really is brutal, but somebody has to do it...
For this, I was thinking of really throwing us all into the fire. I'd give us a threat dangerous enough to require a *team* of Spectres... Or a very high-skilled task force selected from each race's best forces.
Also, I have plots in mind for everything I've put down - even if they seem kinda empty, I do have plans...
Idea #1 - The Reaper War
That galactic-scale battle against genocidal AI cuttlefish-ships. Shepard went on a series of diplomatic operations in order to unite everyone against the threat of extinction. We saw destruction on massive scales across multiple worlds, but I felt war only got real for Shepard's crew when they hit Earth. The intensity, all those Reaper forces, Reapers themselves joining in the thick of the fighting. Imagine... What might it be like fighting for months on Palaven or Thessia? Perhaps as the Resistance forces on Earth? Brutal stuff, ...brutal stuff that could make for a pretty awesome war/survival RP! This idea would likely have the players as ragged defenders, civilians forced to fight even. Someone might even play a Reaper as an interesting perspective, serving as a hunter & main antagonist.
Or, maybe we could just ditch the planetary defence and be posted around the galaxy as a mobile strike team of sorts, like the Normandy's crew. Well, that's that idea.
Idea #2 - Mercenaries, Pirates, Smugglers, Vigilantes?
From the title you see where it's going. No endgame war. This could happen before or after the Reaper War, doesn't really matter which. We put a crew together. Scum, maybe just unlucky folks with the skills, need credits so badly they're doing dirty work for it. Be against the galactic law enforcement agencies and militaries. We could work for crime bosses, be hired by shady Council factions. That'd cover the first three categories anyway!
The galaxy could also use a good clean-up! Garrus Vakarian was a firm believer in just blowing all the scum of the galaxy away. Disrupting operations, hit-and-runs, assassinations... The odds are heavily stacked against a team of rogue lawmen, but that's what they'd have signed up for. Like any of these options?
Idea #3 - Black Ops/Spectres
The elite have no limits - get the job done, whatever the cost. Galactic security counts on the Spectres' lethality in risky situations. From derailing dangerous hostile operations, to changing the galaxy with a single bullet, these are the people who serve the Council in their own ways. What goes on behind the scenes really is brutal, but somebody has to do it...
For this, I was thinking of really throwing us all into the fire. I'd give us a threat dangerous enough to require a *team* of Spectres... Or a very high-skilled task force selected from each race's best forces.
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