Luminosity

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@Spoopy Scary I must have missed it. I've been pretty busy the last few days, and admittedly this OOC has been at full-throttle, haha. I'll be sure to catch up on stuff today and offer some thoughts.

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Yay! Thank you @Dervish, I'm glad you like her. I'll go ahead and make a few edits based on your suggestions. I'm also no expert on the sword and shields and broken arms stuff, so I think a slightly better wording will achieve the effect I'm looking for without feeling overpowered.

I hadn't even thought of athletics, tbh. They took that out for Skyrim, right? I think I just forgot about it, but I agree, that's a very sensible skill for her to have.

Thanks again! I'm looking forward to writing with you all :)

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Calariel

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Calariel observed the meeting between Aelintaur and Ellaryn with some amusement, and was able to confirm that neither was the person that had sent out the letters. It was not often that she came across halflings; this one seemed to have more than enough spirit to make up for her size. That was something Calariel could appreciate.

She heard the man approach behind her, given that he made no attempt to conceal himself, and soon became well aware that she was being watched, studied perhaps. She was not surprised. The bow and quiver on her back were openly displayed, as was her armor. When the man stopped beside the cart, atop a horse, Calariel spared a glance to look at him briefly, but she mostly just saw a blur of color. The sounds and smell of horse and wilderness were what she picked up on most. A younger man, by his voice, but no child. His words suggested there was some danger to him, though perhaps not for her.

"Forgive me, I did not intend to appear suspicious," she said, averting her eyes somewhat and betraying a bit of nervousness in her tone. "I am no enemy. I have business with those that received the pins, I just... hoped to observe first." When the man rode slowly forward, Calariel whistled back to her own horse, who trotted up behind her, allowing her to grab the reins. She led the mount forward. As she approached her eyes lost focus, staring somewhat blankly towards the ground between them. She came to a stop beside the mounted man.

"I'm curious about that as well," she admitted. "My missive was signed only with a single letter." Suddenly she smiled a bit awkwardly in greeting. "Oh, forgive me. My name is Calariel. I come from Rivendell."

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Calariel

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From a distant hill, Calariel wondered where the fort was.

Perhaps Angfort had one at some point, but it had been destroyed. This was not a safe part of the world. She'd nearly run into goblins one night of her journey. Perhaps the name was simply meant to give a greater impression than was actually warranted. Regardless, Calariel was struck by how small the place was, and how remote. She was not someone who needed constant interaction with others (quite the opposite, in fact), but living in such a place seemed lonely, and cold, in more ways than one. She studied the layout of the village from afar for some time, until she felt she had it more or less memorized. This was a very old practice for Calariel, one she was quite good at by this point.

She stood out in the village, and not even because of her eyes. Her mail glimmered, the craftsmanship of a higher quality than most of these villagers had ever seen. There were no elves here, apart from the one she'd observed entering before her, Aelintaur Anrandir, she'd caught. Calariel dismounted some distance down the little street from him, at just about the inner limit of what she could see clearly. The elf and a halfling girl were speaking with a man imprisoned in a cage.

Calariel rested a leather-gloved hand on her horse's neck. "Stay, please," she whispered, and then ventured several steps closer. The thought crossed her mind to introduce herself, but Calariel's instinctive tendency was to watch and listen from afar, and so she did, folding her hands neatly in front of her, and standing halfway concealed behind an empty card at the side of the road.

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I had just gone through and read the rest of the sheets. Wow. @Luminosity, I didn't realize how similar our characters' history is (I think it's neat that they've taken different approaches, speaks of the differences in their personalities). Though in war, I suppose it would make sense that revenge and slain families is commonplace, but it's still fairly close. Does this bother you at all?

@Spoopy Scary

The similarities are a bit numerous, yeah, though the warrior/rogue split between them drives them different ways. I don't blame you for not reading all the sheets beforehand, there's so many of them, haha. I still haven't given them all good reads.

I'm not bothered, though, no. I happen to know that Fiona interacting with thiefy types is pretty fun :)

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<Snipped quote by Hellis>

You can say that again. I'm not entirely sure my poor Dominion veteran Altmer will make it out of the prison at this rate!

@Sundered Echo

My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

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Calariel

The young elven outrider rode north at a gallop atop her warm brown bay horse, her eyes locked upon the horizon. They almost always were, when she was out in the wild. Calariel's irises were fogged over, a light shade of pink, but from the focus she wore on her face, she could see clearly enough. Indeed, even if she couldn't make out the shape of the mount beneath her, the woods in the distance were perfectly clear. She could see a small rabbit making for his hole, frightened by the sound of hooves in the distance. The little creature was perhaps a mile off.

Calariel rode on, her auburn hair and light cloak whipping behind her. She'd reacted to the delivered letter as quickly as she could, but there had been some difficulty. The dove had found her easily enough, and she was able to ascertain from a distance that the bird carried a letter, but sadly, Calariel could not read the words, and thus she had to return to Rivendell, and meet with one of the perimeter guards who was willing to aid her. She forced him to read it twice for her, unsure if her ears had received the message properly. Someone had thought to seek her out personally for aid, on a mission to the north. Farther north than she'd ever been. Calariel was not overly fond of the cold, but this had the air of something important.

Before anyone could attempt persuading her to stay, she was off, having gathered what supplies she expected she would need. Her cloak was clasped with the pin that was sent, identifying her as part of a group. She wondered how many others there would be. If possible, she would need to identify them from afar, but what group would meet in such an open space? There was an undeniable worry. Don't make a fool of yourself...

Whoever had chosen to contact her obviously had belief in her skill. Calariel had her own sort of quiet confidence as well, but working with strangers and operating in an unfamiliar group was not something she was a natural at. But she had to believe they were good people being called.

The north was not a kind place, she knew. The good people there, well... they were outnumbered.

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I'll have my post up later today sometime.

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Yeah definitely the quantity of name types means the quality of each won't be great, but it helps give a start. Not like you have to pick a name exactly as given.

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Fantasy Name Generator is a pretty cool site if anyone needs to come up with a name. They have all Elder Scrolls races under the pop culture section.