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The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

@aviendha Cool, thanks. I'm still trying to figure out what exactly the block is going to be, but I'm sure Ill have plenty of time to think of it during class tomorrow. I thought about it having something to do with weaving or spinning wool, but I don't know yet. I'm going to sleep, for now, though. I'll work on this again tomorrow night

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

@aviendha
I'm working on my character (I don't think I'll have the private sheet done tonight though) and I'm wondering if poor farmers in the middle of nowhere in this age may have superstitions against using the one power? I'm super rusty on my lore and I've been reading a lot of wiki pages, I read the series a couple years ago. I think I may pick it up again now though. I'm also thinking of giving my character a minor block but I'm wondering if its possible she could've actually become a full Aes Sedai without overcoming it (which I'm thinking is a no, if someone knew about it)

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

@aviendha I'll take the Blue Ajah. :) Is there an established leader of it at this time?

I should have it up around Saturday or Sunday if that works. Unless I happen to completely finish tonight, but I doubt that, I have a bit of work to do.

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

I'm interested.
Do you think there are too many Aes Sedai already? I was thining originally to make one from the Black Ajah, but I think there's already one on the other page, so maybe Blue.
If you already have a lot, maybe I could flesh out Tetsuan, if you'd be alright with or prefer that?

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

The uneventful walk through the hellish realm had Aveca on edge. She was shocked to be there, and despite her amazement, she strongly wished for nothing but to get in and get right back out. In the back of her mind, she wondered if it would even be possible to get out, or if closing the gate would close them inside. The thought of being stuck in this realm made her insides turn. She found herself glancing at the mutilated corpses in the area every now and then, and despite being accustomed to seeing gore as a healer, the expressions on those poor souls made her uncomfortable.
The silence was so disconcerting that Aveca probably would’ve loosed an arrow at a falling pebble. She kept one knocked but didn’t draw. When the group turned around to find one of their party members in a spike trap, Aveca’s first instinct at seeing someone immobile was to rush forwards and help. She didn’t even take a step before she saw that he was very, very dead. A few seconds later, an imperial woman surged towards the corpse and shouted a few profanities.
“Curse this damned place! I did not wish for this; all I had to do was rescue that stupid priest! You lot can stay here and die for all I care; And the Gods can get fucked. None of this is my fate, and I'm doing as I please from here on out. Going into Oblivion... who's bright idea was that?!" Aveca thought briefly that no one had even asked her. She had seemed a little reluctant, but the nord had thought that she was just a bit of a reluctant hero. Still, her brimming irritation fizzled out quickly as a Dremora stepped out from behind a rock and slammed into her. He lifted her with his mace and threw her into the molten lava. As her body neared the lava, her body ignited from the head and rested atop the molten rock until she was reduced to ashes. Left with little to think about, Aveca barely noticed the altmer man launch himself at the Daedra who had killed the imperial woman.
She quickly turned her attention to another enemy; the arrow she already had knocked on her arrow was quickly drawn back and loosed into the meat of a Dremora churl. It stuck home deep in his side, but the thing barely seemed to notice. It noticed her and charged directly at her. Fear struck her, as she wasn’t accustomed to one on one combat. Her first instinct was to drop her bow and raise her arms to cast a spell. She released a flash bolt directly into the Daedra’s bare face. The offshoot of flames stunned it, but fire probably hadn’t been the best choice for her, she realized. The thing lived in these realms, maybe it could even trudge through lava on its own. She thought that was an exaggeration, though.
Quickly, she attempted a new approach. While the Dremora shook the flames from its face, Aveca grabbed the front of the beast’s armor and released Cold Touch into its being. The spell shot into its center and she watched the creature seize up. It went rigid and, as a finishing blow, the Nord grabbed an arrow from her quiver and jabbed it into the churl’s exposed neck. Dark coloured blood gushed out of the wound and onto her pale hand. She wrenched the arrow out and an extra spurt of blood hit her clothing. She was small and was almost pulled to the ground with the body, but she shoved it off herself and stumbled back a step.
She examined the arrow in her hand, but found that it was unusable. The arrowhead had torn off inside of the neck. She tossed it aside and it tumbled down into the molten lava, combusting into flame before it even touched the liquid. The rush of adrenaline was still coursing through her as the looked over her blood-soaked right hand.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

As Aveca studied the fray, searching for a target to place the arrow she had knocked on her bow, she watched the gates swing open. She was impressed at the speed with which the imperial woman had achieved her task. Since she was farther from the gates than her companions, as she was ranged, the others made their way over a few dozen feet ahead of her. Most of the daedra had already been dispatched, but a scamp appeared in a burst of flame off to her side. Aveca drew back her arrow and released it into the meat of the demon's chest. She knocked another arrow as she moved, for safety, but did not encounter another demon before catching up to her companions.

She arrived next to the mostly quiet group in time to see the Argonian enter the gate without a word. For a moment, gazing into the fiery gate, she wondered if they'd even be able to pass through it the way the demons had. It was possible, she thought, that it may burn them. She half expected the man to fall to the ground, burnt, midway through, but he simply disappeared through the gate with no incident. Aveca's area of expertise really had nothing to do with otherworldly realms, and she felt nerves tense in her stomach as she stood slightly behind the others. She knew she had the courage to go through, but she still didn't want to be the next to rush in. She wasn't sure what to expect on the other side.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

As the chapel doors were opened and the immediate area was deemed clear for the moment, Aveca pulled her bow off her back and strung and arrow to it. She hung back slightly, as that was the place of the archer, as some of the stronger members of their group headed out of the doors, swords raised high. The fighting thickened outside of the doors as she approached.

Almost as soon as they were out in the city, Aveca heard the Imperial woman should, "You lot deal with these! I'll get the damned city gates open." Aveca only gave it a passing thought as she set about fighting the demons. Someone, she supposed, would have to get the gate open. She couldn't imagine some of these heavily armoured warriors scaling the walls the way the small woman had done to get in. She turned her attention to the swarms of spawn.

From her distance from the battle, she lined up a few very careful shots. She drew her arrow back to her chin and let it fly, catching a scamp in the side of its neck. She felt the muscles in her arms as she lined up a shot at a clannfear and hit it in the side of the head. It slumped to the ground where it was, just as it was about to join the fight. She aimed deeper in the fighting for another scamp, but her arrow flew just past it. Luckily, it didn't hit anything else.

As she was so focused on her shooting, Aveca barely noticed that a scamp was approaching her until a fireball flew by her head. She spun to face it in a hurry, just in time to dodge out of the way of a more accurately placed fireball. She saw it's proximity to her and dropped her bow to the ground in order to shoot a frost bolt into its chest. The scamp slumped over and she noticed the frost bolt start to melt. After picking her bow up from the ground, she turned her attention back to the main fight. She glanced up at the city gates, wondering if and when they would open.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Aveca looked up in surprise as two people burst into the chapel. She was as surprised as the rest of those around her that they had managed to find their way into the city, and past all of those monsters, just the two of them. She stood back and watched as the Imperial woman, who seemed rather cheerful despite the situation she happened to be in, inquired about a man named Martin. The conversation that the two of them had wasn't hard to overhear from where she was. She hadn't heard the first part, but as they got a bit louder, she learned that this woman was going to attempt to close the portal.

She saw a few people start to volunteer their help. It was mostly the assorted adventurer types, or so they appeared. The Imperial woman herself didn't appear as set on the idea as those who were approaching her, but it didn't look to Aveca that she had much choice in the matter at this point. She heard a few people who had approached mentions their qualifications, that was, until just then when an Imperial woman approached with only four simple words: "I will help too."

Moving on from her eavesdropping, Aveca looked around at those in the chapel who were defenseless, and those she had helped to heal. There weren't any serious injuries left on the people she saw, and she looked up at the group, considering for a moment. Ultimately, she wasn't sure why she even hesitated at all. If helping people was what she set out to do on her travels, there had been few perfect opportunities such as this one. Luckily. She didn't wish for devastation and preferred not to be needed; however, in this situation, she was glad to be there. She moved from where she was sitting to approach the group.

"Hello," she introduced herself to the small group, "I'm Aveca. I will come along, if you go. My healing may be of use."

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

The chapel held an uncomfortable silence. Not many people were speaking, and those who did spoke in hushed whispers. Aveca had arrived to help when the spawn started pouring out of that gate. She went straight to business as the world around her turned to chaos and she tried to help people congregate at the chapel. She put aside her absolute terror at the unknown. It didn’t help much. Not many people were inside.

The idea behind the gate was beyond her. Her education in the field of the other worlds was lesser, as she hadn’t focused on those areas of magic during her schooling. She could see the faces around the room wondering; many were praying. She had no answers for them. She doubted anyone did.

It didn’t matter to her anymore. Whatever was happening was happening, and she tried not to focus on it as she healed the rather serious burns on the child in front of her. He was a young Imperial of maybe ten years, and his father was beside him with a weapon at his hip. He was in common clothing, but he appeared ready to defend his home because push had indeed come to shove.

As the spell faded, the boy rubbed his hands over where the burns had been in awe. He seemed stunned for words, but his father thanked her quietly, so as not to break the lull, and they moved to the back of the chapel. At least here, she was needed and her skills could be of use. Aveca moved to sit on a bench and surveyed the room.

Farthest from the doors, common people huddled. Pieces of families and untrained fighters, they were terrified. As she looked closer to the barricaded parts of the doors, the fighters appeared more and more competent. Two or three guardsmen had managed to make their way to the chapel, though she wasn’t sure how much good it would do. The fighters she could see still didn’t seem to be enough. Disorganized travellers, skilled people, adventurers, really. They didn’t have the numbers.

She looked up at the window and could see the red sky outside. How will we ever get out?

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Aveca

Character Name:

Aveca Ice-Bear

Age:

26

Race:

Nord

Sex:

Female

Birthsign:

The Steed

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Specialisation:

Magic/Stealth

Class:

Healer

Skills:

• Expert: Restoration
• Journeyman: Marksman (Bow), Alteration, Alchemy (Craft)
• Apprentice: Destruction, Speechcraft, Hunting (Craft)
• Novice: Mercantile, Illusion, Acrobatics

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Appearance:

Aveca stands at about 5’6” tall. She has the characteristic pale white skin of the Nords, as well as fair coloured features. Her hair is a light white-blonde colour with some yellowish tones. She has choppily cut bangs (done herself with a sharpened knife, quite carefully) that swoop in around her face, down to about nose length. The rest of her hair is usually kept either in a braid or in a messy bun, but when left long it goes down just past her armpits. Her eyes are a blue-gray tone, and her face is lightly freckled.

She is also able-bodied. She wouldn't get called a muscular person in general – you wouldn’t catch her in chainmail – but her body is accustomed to exercise and comfortable with the weight of drawing a bowstring. She never let herself get lax just because she practices magic.

As far as scarring and blemishes, Aveca has few. As a healer, she has usually been able to heal any more recent scars, but she has some very light markings (faded by time) up her legs and arms from the usual childhood rough activity and learning to hunt in her younger years. Between her youth and her training, she got one significant scar, which is a simple gash mark on her leg from a run in with a bear.

Aveca has little need for armor. She tries to avoid direct combat, so armor would in the end only inhibit the way she tries to weave around a battle and aid the injured. She prefers simple clothes, leggings and a tunic, or sometimes a dress or skirt. These she always wears over leggings and with boots, as she likes to be prepared for any situation.

Personality:

Aveca is a healer, and that is her passion, but it could in no way define all she is. She believes in aiding the wounded and sick, and wants to go out across the world and help good people, but she also has a fairly strong sense of justice and can be harsh with it at times. She won’t aid you regardless of who you are on the basis of you being a living being. After all, hunter and healer don’t tend to correlate. She isn’t afraid to throw fire around if it comes down to a fight, but she much prefers to avoid one. The bow she carries, she prefers to use for hunting than on people. Her passion is much more around the idea of widespread misery and sickness; her interests lie in sickness and disease, in the curing of plagues and foreign illnesses. She has an apt and interest for academic learning, but can become bored easily if it isn’t related to her interests (being healing, alchemy, living things, cultures, languages).

Despite this, she tends to help first and ask questions later. She will heal someone without a second thought in an instant, because she would rather help someone and expect them to be a good person than not take the risk in case they may be less savory. However, if ever she was betrayed she would retaliate in full force.

Overall, Aveca is a happy and optimistic person. She wants to travel and experience the world, to meet, to help, and to socialize with people from everywhere there is. She is generally willing to engage in a conversation at any time and with anyone, as long as she isn’t trying to heal. She takes her work seriously and doesn’t like distractions while she is actively doing a spell.

One thing is that you don’t want to get into an argument with her. She’ll get heated over anything she has an opinion on, and she won’t let go, either.

Backstory:

Katla and Eirn were rather typical Nords. They met in Markarth, where Katla lived with her family (merchants), and Eirn travelled through as a hunter selling meats. He trekked back and forth across Skyrim all his life, with his parents and then later on his own. He met Katla at the market there, and found himself coming to Markarth more and more often. Her family disapproved, but they married and she too to travelling with him. She enjoyed the adventure. When Aveca and her sister,
Laisa, were born, their parents stopped for a time at a camp they built outside of Whiterun. It provided some stabililty for the young girls.

As they grew older, their parents started travelling with them more. They had a cart and tents, so it wasn’t as though they lived in total discomfort. Aveca was quite fond of the dirt and the travel, whereas Laisa was jealous of the nicely dressed children they met in cities. Over the years, Aveca learned hunting from their father from a very young age, and their mother taught Laisa the ways of business so she could go out on her own someday, without having to depend on someone else.

When she was 13, Aveca asked her family to take her north to the College of Winterhold to learn, and they did. Her mother was a firm believer in doing what you want to do. At first try, the nice man at the gate told her and her mother that they simply couldn't let in a totally untrained mind, and at such an age, though he would have liked to. He asked her to gain some preliminary knowledge and to return in a few years. Her mother was frustrated, and, determined for her daughter to have what she wanted, they traveled to Markarth and left Aveca with a mage she knew from her life there. He was an Alteration mage named Aenar who worked in the temple. She spent a year and a half with him and helped him with his work, while developing a base knowledge of how magic works and how to preform it. She learned a solid base of novice spells and returned to the College with her family just as she was almost 15. This time, they let her in to learn more after she demonstrated that she had the skill for learning it.

For the first few years she studied generally and with vigor, but when she was 17, her family travelled north to tell her that her mother had died of an illness. She never got the chance to say goodbye because of the distance. Her sister was still ill with the same sickness, however it was less advanced and the mages in Winderhold healed her. This ignited Aveca’s passion more specifically for healing and she undertook learning all she possibly could about it. She had a knack for magic and dedicated her whole life to it from the age of 17 until she was 24. She still kept hunting on as a hobby, something she did for an afternoon every week, maybe.

As for Laisa, when she was 18 she made some business connections and set up a shop in Riften.

When Aveca was 24, she herself deemed her training temporarily complete. She had a very advanced training in healing, as well as alchemy and alteration, but she didn’t have the same knack for the rest of the schools and she didn’t focus on them nearly as much. She left the college of her own accord and again travelled Skyrim with her father for a good number of months until she passed south to Cyrodill from Riften, after a visit with her sister.

Once there, she used a mixture of hunting, healing, and alchemy to make an income. She started in the north in Burma, and travelled south through Chorrol, Skingrad, and finally Kvatch. During this time she travelled very light, with a sac on her back for various alchemical pursuits, and very little else. She stayed in inns in the cities as long as she could afford to do so.

Spells:

Restoration: Heal Minor Wounds, Major Respite, Cure Paralysis, Cure Poison, Heal Superior Wounds, Devour Health, Cure Disease, Superior Convalescence
Alteration: Lightning Shield, Water Breathing, Water Walking, Protect Other,
Destruction: Electric Touch, Flash Bolt, Frost Touch
Illusion: Illuminate, Soothing Touch

Inventory:

• Steel Bow
• Quiver of Iron Arrows (x20)
• Iron Dagger (more for daily use than fighting)
• Pair of black leggings
• Sturdy leather boots
• Light blue tunic
• Brown cotton dress, white corset, decent quality
• Travelling cloak
• Leather belt with pouches
• Waterskin
• Knapsack, leather
• Bedroll with bedding
• Mortar and Pestle
• Alchemical ingredient pouch (mostly herbs for healing potions, but with some other ingredients)
• Vials and corks for those potions
• Minor Magika Potions (x2)
• 75 Septims
• Dried meats, bread, cheese