ManoftheNorth

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Rawlith found himself sauntering through then slowly emptying tavern room where he perched himself atop a bar stool as the slight winds of the blizzard slipped through the small pockets in the building. He stared into the wood grain of the bar top until the bartender stepped to him with kind words and a question of request to which Rawlith responded somberly.He ordered a simple tankard of nothing special, just mead, and began to drink it with no intentions of inebriation or flat-out intoxication to the point of blacking out. He, like many nords, simply wanted a drink and a warm stomach. He turned to survey the tavern's open room, noticing among the trimmed crowd an Orc, and a Khajiit, but the tiny Alfiq caught his attention more then anything. He examined the Alfiq softly noting many things about her, including that it was a her in fact, as well as her aging, her magical talent, and her demeanor. Khajiit's weren't like other the other races when it came to the Khajiiti sub-species and discerning them from one another. Rawlith knew from a moment of looking that she wasn't a common house-cat, but rather one of his kind, this peaked his interest, but he figured it would be something as simple as her moving around with either a tribe or Caravan. Nevertheless his thoughts remained the same, he was heavily debating whether to stay with his tribe as they moved south to Cyrodil and then back to Elsweyr, or to leave them and ascend the great mountain to learn more about his condition.

Rawlith found his emotions conflicting at first, the fact of leaving his tribe for an unknown period of time waned on his feelings for them as a family and as a unit, but the anger, sorrow, and grip of feelings attached to his new-found scar caused him to boil under his fur. The memory of the past few days resonated in the foreground of his mind and then Scar on his chest shined vibrantly in a red veil of hatred in his mind. The Dragon... Nay, the self-proclaimed Dovah sat in in the shroud of Rawlith's thoughts and plagued his mental state, constantly torturing the dark corners of his mind and tugging at his confidence and sanity. Rawlith couldn't discern this as a personal problem, or an effect of the Dovah Ahraan. He wasn't sure what the Scar was, and whether or not it truly effected him yet, he had yet to find a situation that presented itself necessary to test his abilities. He grew more and more stressed as the minutes rolled on and his mind grew into a fit of rage while his eyes seemed to automatically survey the tavern and go into an idle normality. It was only when the bartender returned to offer a second tankard that Rawlith drew forth from his mind and stared at the bartender with now expressive rage. He took a minute to realize his feline expression and then halted it while shaking his head to decline the tankard.

"This one has somewhere to be..." He stated while paying for his mead and then grabbing his coat from next to the bar. He slipped his trench-coat on and then pressed to the door to begin his trek up the mountain.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

I may take you up on that offer. I love the spell overall, though I still have to do figure out what I am doing long-term with Rawlith's Dovah Ahraan.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

I love Magic play in the Elder Scrolls universe because it is so wide and diverse. Many different types already accumulate in the Magical parts of this world and I like the spells you made with Valerion. They all balance out nicely, preventing them from all being the "one trick pony" of spells where they simply kill the enemy or in any case damage them. These are unique to design in each's function as spells should truly be with Spell casters. I have to say I had been thinking of a spell similar to your Claw Spell, and if you hadn't done something like that already I was going to work something out myself. You beat me to the punch though skippy, oh well.

Now, even though I said I love Magic Play, I am adverse to just playing with the Magic in an Rp because I know how Gms can be about this sort of thing. So up until now I haven't really tried to do too much with magic other then my Characters trademark, unique Familiars that come in different forms, and his gained Dovah Ahraan.(Dragon Wound- in this case translated to Scar.) I will certainly be thinking of things now though to run by Roze, our wonderful Gm. ^^

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

I know. xP I just need to get him up the mountain quickly, so that Rawlith can talk to the Greybeards before the DovahFeyn stuff beings. Who would know anything about Dovah Shouts? The Greybeards. Who could help Rawlith with his suppressed magical powers and Scar? The Greybeards. XD

EDIT: I got to thinking, we have a couple Undead here... perhaps we should rename the DovahFeyn to DiilBrod. "Undead Clan." It isn't as catchy, but it is quite literal. XD(This is of course a Joke. ^^)

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Indeed, I ask though because in lore they state the trek can take a full day, to two or three, depending on your means of traveling. I intend to be the sneaky sneaker and sneakily sneak with Rawlith in Lycan form up the mountain off the trail to scale it in the night.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Does this mean we are beginning the trek up the old gal's throat?

Shifter Roleplay: The Three Clans of Ellisor

Honestly, if it picks up I might be able to forge another character. I am sorry to seem so rude, but it is just my blunt nature. I don't want to invest myself so heavily in another Rp that I think might die in the Interest Check stage, because it has happened so many times already to other Gms and Rps I was in with them.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

“Hey, I’m Ky’ vie, this is my little sister Astrid; looks like we’re gunna be showing you around from here on out. I assume you've seen the normal places else they wouldn't of dragged you straight to the cabins-…” "We’re about to work out what cabin we need to visit, we can work out what cabin you belong too as well if you want that. If not, you’ll be stuck in the default cabin… You don’t want that. Trust me.”

"Hey." "Wait don't say anything yet, I'm going to guess..." She put her fingers on her temples mockingly at hummed slightly. "I have a nack for these types of things, you know." She laughed again. "I'm going to say Apollo aaaaand... Hades?" She turned to look at the kid standing there, "Hmm maybe Erin has a new brother, that or I'm way off."

Allen listened to both of the ladies and then the other new male as he arrived to join the four of them. Allen chuckled lightly as they all spoke and he listened to the back & forth of godly parents, taking into realization that he was the suspected Hades-born, and on top of that he realized the woman was close, He was the son of Hecate. He wasn't sure how to feel about the guess, Hades had a reputation and everything, but that didn't mean his children followed suit. Allen knew this because he didn't exactly follow suit with his mother after all. He looked over the ladies a moment while listening to the new male speak. He glanced about their appearances without trying to stare, but Allen had been raised differently during his time in "foster care" and had grown up rather blunt. When the air cleared into silence with the male's finished sentences Allen took his turn to speak.

"I'm Allen Napier, and I am also the son of a Goddess. My mother is Hecate, where as my father is deceased. You were close though deary, fairly close." He stated looking to Astrid with a nod and a smile. "I really don't what cabin I am put in, so long as it has non-sibling lassies like yourselves for me to gander at while working." He stated while turning to speak to them all generally. "It is a pleasure to meet all three of you, but an even better pleasure to have you ladies show me the Cabins." He ended while grinning a moment and then returning to his flat expression and awaiting a sense of direction.