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Still got room for one more? Would like to claim Gruul if it's not taken.
I'm currently on vacation, and won't be back for another week. I'll do my best to post but I only have a tablet with me so it might be tricky. So if I haven't posted by Thursday then apologies in advance. :/
I'm fine with a witch hunter RP, if you're happy to GM that.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'm loving the idea. I'll try write up a CS soon(ish).
I'm really digging the Witchhunter idea but I'd be interested in whatever you decide assuming there's still room.
Sorry, haven't gotten around to posting here yet :P
That's great, hopefully we can get started soon. Can't wait to see whichever character I get given.
That's great, hopefully we can get started soon. Can't wait to see whichever character I get given.
A bolt of fire streaked towards Sibylla's chest as she pushed her way out of the crowd. It would have hit her if not for her quick reactions. With a silent prayer she raised her palms in front of her and focused her magicka. A shimmering ward coalesced in the air ahead of her blocking the fireball and absorbing it's energy. The heat scorched her palms but the spell had protected her from the full force of the bolt. She ducked into a doorway before the scamp decided to take another shot.
She lent out to survey the battle that was now raging with the daedra that were charging down the street. While it looked like the guardsman and his allies had the upper hand, it could not be too long until more daedra arrived to join the fight. And when they did they would surely overwhelm the defenders. If she or any of the civilians now fleeing into the market square were to survive they would have to follow the guardsman's orders sooner rather than later. After a brief moment to catch her breath she rose back to her feet and followed the guardsman who was now charging the frost atronach.
She focused her attention on him as she wove her hands, producing a ward between him and the atronach. It would not last for long under it's attacks but it would hopefully be enough to sway the fight in the guardsman's favor. To either side of her the daedra were gaining ground. The robed Altmer was struggling to put out the flames that had engulfed her arms while the mercenary figure had been disarmed by the dremora he was now locked in combat with. She shouted after the guardsman: "We need to get back to the chapel! You can't hold them off much longer."
She lent out to survey the battle that was now raging with the daedra that were charging down the street. While it looked like the guardsman and his allies had the upper hand, it could not be too long until more daedra arrived to join the fight. And when they did they would surely overwhelm the defenders. If she or any of the civilians now fleeing into the market square were to survive they would have to follow the guardsman's orders sooner rather than later. After a brief moment to catch her breath she rose back to her feet and followed the guardsman who was now charging the frost atronach.
She focused her attention on him as she wove her hands, producing a ward between him and the atronach. It would not last for long under it's attacks but it would hopefully be enough to sway the fight in the guardsman's favor. To either side of her the daedra were gaining ground. The robed Altmer was struggling to put out the flames that had engulfed her arms while the mercenary figure had been disarmed by the dremora he was now locked in combat with. She shouted after the guardsman: "We need to get back to the chapel! You can't hold them off much longer."
Sibylla fiddled with the hem of her robe as the old priest seated in front her laboriously read the scroll. The journey from Bravil to Kvatch had taken a lot longer than she had expected, although that was in part due to the days she had spent in the Imperial City. After several days on the road she longed to find an inn with a mug of ale and a warm bed. Yet she had been stuck in the Chapel of Akatosh for the last two hours as she waited for a service to end, persuaded an annoyed acolyte to allow her to meet the head priest and now waiting for the priest to read the message Mother Othrelas had instructed her to deliver.
After some minutes the priest raised his head and smiled thinly. "Hmm.. This is most concerning." Sibylla snapped her head up to meet his stare, she had been beginning to doze off. She bowed her head as she spoke.
"If that is all father, I should find an inn before it is too dark."
"I have already offered you the hospitality of our walls child, but if you insist then yes you may leave."
She nodded and rose to her feet, pacing quickly towards the large wooden doors that opened on to the city's main square. This errand had taken far too long and she'd be lucky to find an inn with any leftover rooms this late. It might have been the better decision to stay at the chapel but she couldn't bear to stay in a church for another night. That period of her life was over now and she did not intend to revisit memories of it.
As she opened the door to step out into the street she was immediately hit by the smell of blood and smoke. In the distance she could see that the buildings nearest to the city gate were on fire and people were fleeing from that direction into the square. She grabbed the wrist of a woman fleeing past her and felt blood. "Who is attacking?" The woman tried to snatch her arm free and continue to run, ignoring the question. Sybilla rolled her eyes and wove her free hand in a small motion, releasing a silver wisp of magic that entered the woman's chest. She felt a pang of guilt as the calming spell stopped the woman in her tracks.
Now that the woman had turned to face her she could see the source of the bleeding, Something had cut a vicious gash into her shoulder and she had already lost a lot of blood. Sybilla placed before hands over the wound and shut her eyes, willing the wound to close. Her hands felt warm as magicka flowed through them and sealed the wound. "Who is attacking?" She shook the woman gently by the shoulders,
"D-d-daedra.." The woman mumbled her answer and turned to continue running as the calming spell drew to a close. Sybilla sighed, the woman had not been particularly helpful. There was no way Daedra could be attacking. A conjurer could not wield the power to attack an Imperial City a Daedric invasion was unheard of. The woman must have gone insane in her fear.
While every bone in her body screamed at her to run from the oncoming fires she knew that she should head towards the gate. There could be more injured people and she should help them. She wished she had time to string her bow, but it looked like whatever was attacking would get here far too quickly for that. The dagger tied at her waist would have to do.
Her feet clattered against the ground as she turned into a cobblestone street just in time to see a robed figure slicing the throat of something that looked a whole lot like a dremora. By the nine.. Through the mass of fleeing civilians she caught a glimpse of a guardsman's helmet. She raised a hand to wave as she shouted "Guardsman! What is happening!?" and began to push her way through the crowd in order to reach him and two figures standing with him.
After some minutes the priest raised his head and smiled thinly. "Hmm.. This is most concerning." Sibylla snapped her head up to meet his stare, she had been beginning to doze off. She bowed her head as she spoke.
"If that is all father, I should find an inn before it is too dark."
"I have already offered you the hospitality of our walls child, but if you insist then yes you may leave."
She nodded and rose to her feet, pacing quickly towards the large wooden doors that opened on to the city's main square. This errand had taken far too long and she'd be lucky to find an inn with any leftover rooms this late. It might have been the better decision to stay at the chapel but she couldn't bear to stay in a church for another night. That period of her life was over now and she did not intend to revisit memories of it.
As she opened the door to step out into the street she was immediately hit by the smell of blood and smoke. In the distance she could see that the buildings nearest to the city gate were on fire and people were fleeing from that direction into the square. She grabbed the wrist of a woman fleeing past her and felt blood. "Who is attacking?" The woman tried to snatch her arm free and continue to run, ignoring the question. Sybilla rolled her eyes and wove her free hand in a small motion, releasing a silver wisp of magic that entered the woman's chest. She felt a pang of guilt as the calming spell stopped the woman in her tracks.
Now that the woman had turned to face her she could see the source of the bleeding, Something had cut a vicious gash into her shoulder and she had already lost a lot of blood. Sybilla placed before hands over the wound and shut her eyes, willing the wound to close. Her hands felt warm as magicka flowed through them and sealed the wound. "Who is attacking?" She shook the woman gently by the shoulders,
"D-d-daedra.." The woman mumbled her answer and turned to continue running as the calming spell drew to a close. Sybilla sighed, the woman had not been particularly helpful. There was no way Daedra could be attacking. A conjurer could not wield the power to attack an Imperial City a Daedric invasion was unheard of. The woman must have gone insane in her fear.
While every bone in her body screamed at her to run from the oncoming fires she knew that she should head towards the gate. There could be more injured people and she should help them. She wished she had time to string her bow, but it looked like whatever was attacking would get here far too quickly for that. The dagger tied at her waist would have to do.
Her feet clattered against the ground as she turned into a cobblestone street just in time to see a robed figure slicing the throat of something that looked a whole lot like a dremora. By the nine.. Through the mass of fleeing civilians she caught a glimpse of a guardsman's helmet. She raised a hand to wave as she shouted "Guardsman! What is happening!?" and began to push her way through the crowd in order to reach him and two figures standing with him.
Name: Sibylla Valentia
Race: Imperial
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance:
It would be obvious to any onlooker that Sibylla is not a warrior. She is short and thin for an Imperial - in fact if not for her lack of pointed ears she could be easily be mistaken for a wood elf due to her wispy build. Her red hair is untidy, cut to shoulder-length and allowed to fall naturally, framing a sharp face with cold green eyes. She wears a copper and glass circlet gifted to her by her parents across her forehead. Her clothing is very modest, choosing to wear the brown robes of an acolyte of Mara.
Personality: Sibylla's personality is reflective of the divine she has devoted her life to worship. She is a humble person, taking it upon herself to help others and placing their needs above even her own. Despite this she is very introverted, preferring her own company to that of others. She is afraid to form relationships as she has lost many of those she cared for in the past. This reluctance is often mistaken for being cold, as though her willingness to help others stems from some sense of duty rather than genuine kindness.
Class: Healer
Three major skills: Restoration, Alchemy, Speechcraft
Four minor skills: Unarmored, Archery, Illusion, Alteration
Equipment: Brown robe and hood, iron shortbow, 5 iron arrows, small knife, leather satchel, 2 health potions, alchemical ingredients, 60 gold, spellbook (Heal Major Wounds, Convalescence, Cure Disease, Alluring Gaze, Serenity, Protect Other)
Job: Priestess of Mara
History: Sibylla's early life was spent as a commoner like most in Cyrodiil. Her family owned and farmed a small patch of land north of Bravil. The land there was too harsh for crops so her father made a living breeding animals, mainly sheep. Like her four elder siblings before her Sibylla spent her childhood working on the farm. She was brought up learning how to use a bow, both to protect the livestock and to hunt for food in difficult times.
Up until her twelfth year in the world her life was entirely unremarkable. She had been working in the fields one summer evening when she saw smoke and flames rising from the cottage where her family lived. A group of bandits had been plaguing the region for some years but they never normally attacked so close to the city. When Sibylla arrived at the house her father was already dead. As one of the bandits closed in on her with a wicked curved sword she dropped to the ground and prayed to the Nine Divines. Whether it was untrained magical potential or divine intervention was unclear to her, but as the bandit brought down his sword to strike the killing blow a shimmering ward appeared, in a sphere around her, deflecting the strike.
She slipped into unconsciousness and was found several hours later, the ward still intact, by city watchmen investigating the smoke. They brought her to the Great Chapel of Mara in the city where she was raised by the priesthood. There she was made an acolyte and trained in the school of Restoration, As she grew of age she left the Chapel, wanting to escape the monotony of life there. Before leaving she agreed to deliver a message to the Chapel of Akatosh in Kvatch.
Race: Imperial
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance:
It would be obvious to any onlooker that Sibylla is not a warrior. She is short and thin for an Imperial - in fact if not for her lack of pointed ears she could be easily be mistaken for a wood elf due to her wispy build. Her red hair is untidy, cut to shoulder-length and allowed to fall naturally, framing a sharp face with cold green eyes. She wears a copper and glass circlet gifted to her by her parents across her forehead. Her clothing is very modest, choosing to wear the brown robes of an acolyte of Mara.
Personality: Sibylla's personality is reflective of the divine she has devoted her life to worship. She is a humble person, taking it upon herself to help others and placing their needs above even her own. Despite this she is very introverted, preferring her own company to that of others. She is afraid to form relationships as she has lost many of those she cared for in the past. This reluctance is often mistaken for being cold, as though her willingness to help others stems from some sense of duty rather than genuine kindness.
Class: Healer
Three major skills: Restoration, Alchemy, Speechcraft
Four minor skills: Unarmored, Archery, Illusion, Alteration
Equipment: Brown robe and hood, iron shortbow, 5 iron arrows, small knife, leather satchel, 2 health potions, alchemical ingredients, 60 gold, spellbook (Heal Major Wounds, Convalescence, Cure Disease, Alluring Gaze, Serenity, Protect Other)
Job: Priestess of Mara
History: Sibylla's early life was spent as a commoner like most in Cyrodiil. Her family owned and farmed a small patch of land north of Bravil. The land there was too harsh for crops so her father made a living breeding animals, mainly sheep. Like her four elder siblings before her Sibylla spent her childhood working on the farm. She was brought up learning how to use a bow, both to protect the livestock and to hunt for food in difficult times.
Up until her twelfth year in the world her life was entirely unremarkable. She had been working in the fields one summer evening when she saw smoke and flames rising from the cottage where her family lived. A group of bandits had been plaguing the region for some years but they never normally attacked so close to the city. When Sibylla arrived at the house her father was already dead. As one of the bandits closed in on her with a wicked curved sword she dropped to the ground and prayed to the Nine Divines. Whether it was untrained magical potential or divine intervention was unclear to her, but as the bandit brought down his sword to strike the killing blow a shimmering ward appeared, in a sphere around her, deflecting the strike.
She slipped into unconsciousness and was found several hours later, the ward still intact, by city watchmen investigating the smoke. They brought her to the Great Chapel of Mara in the city where she was raised by the priesthood. There she was made an acolyte and trained in the school of Restoration, As she grew of age she left the Chapel, wanting to escape the monotony of life there. Before leaving she agreed to deliver a message to the Chapel of Akatosh in Kvatch.
I'd be interested.
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