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I am not obsessed with Lycanthropy... I just actually happen to have a writing style that works well with Primal aspects, and I have an affinity and love for primal things, characters, and literature...
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Varnadiir is going to have many things rolling his way for involvment in the latter stages of the plot. Until then, after we get rolling a bit, I will begin posting his journey and some of his personal goals. I don't want to push all the details but I will say these things few thing.
Varnadiir is an active Green Pact member as you should know, and is a worshiper of the Pact Former, and he will be in a sort of "struggle" between his Lycanthropy(which he loves) and something he is striving for through the Green Pact with Y'ffre. He will also act as an antagonist to the Rp in much later stages, but until then he could work as a neutral protagonist should someone from the rp come upon him, or wish to journey with him for a while.
Varnadiir is an active Green Pact member as you should know, and is a worshiper of the Pact Former, and he will be in a sort of "struggle" between his Lycanthropy(which he loves) and something he is striving for through the Green Pact with Y'ffre. He will also act as an antagonist to the Rp in much later stages, but until then he could work as a neutral protagonist should someone from the rp come upon him, or wish to journey with him for a while.
If nobody posts soon, I will have to make a third character. He will be a solo chara, and a revival of an old scholar I had.
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You realize you just me the ok to have Bards and NPCs sing Miracle of Sound's Elder Scroll Songs, right?
"Nord Mead"
"Sovengarde Song"
"Khajiit like to Sneak."
... YES.
You realize you just me the ok to have Bards and NPCs sing Miracle of Sound's Elder Scroll Songs, right?
"Nord Mead"
"Sovengarde Song"
"Khajiit like to Sneak."
... YES.
Yeah, speaking of which, I have actually been thinking about what kind of spells Rawlith might learn, change, or make on our journeys.
It's a shame they don't have Erasers in Skyrim, Dreet-Na will someday erase the "Stupid" in his notebook when he gets to know Rawlith. XDD
Damn Double Post.))
Rawlith-Dar sat leaning against the back wall, listening to the meeting as it blunt, simple, descriptive intentions unfolded in the quickest manner possible. They left the end of the meeting open with the obvious choice of offering the many people present to speak up and ask questions, though a few seemed to take "ask questions" as voice egotistical opinions and combatant speeches. Rawlith only shook his head to one side with one motion while he listened to the first male speak, a male of high regards to himself and how he viewed the present standing entities.
"You say we should get acquainted with each other?" He paused, looking around the room sternly, then laughed a little to himself, "Look around, Greybeard. You have assembled a group of misfits. Some of them look like they couldn't even wield a sword!"
"With no disrespect intended, not that I could care if anybody happened to take offense, but this is a doomed expedition. We need warriors, men who fight for a living. Swords, bows. The Dragons will be fierce, they will kill people. We must overwhelm them, hack them down. Pepper them with volleys of arrows."
Rawlith's jowls began to rise and his fangs became evident as he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself while the arrogant Yokudan spoke aloud to the group like they were children, as if they didn't know that was at stake, as if they didn't know what kind of power the Dovah wielded in their mere voice. His teeth ground together as he tensed his muscles and crossed his arms over his chest, fighting the instinct to speak out so quickly. Though to Rawlith's relief the arrogant Yukan ended, though to his distaste the male known as Valerion stood up speaking with what at first seemed like a Monologue.
"You speak with words that have as little footing as you have wits, Haserous!"
Valerion placed emphasis on the name.
"You DARE speak to me with words such as those! You have little inkling as to who, or what I am!
I consume souls and have felled warriors that make you look like a mulling goat in comparison, I was the reason why the North of Cyrodil was feared for 2 centuries!"
" Even I, who has lived for centuries have never faced a foe of their caliber. But you say we are but a band of misfits, this will actually work to our advantage. Just like you, dragons are a foolish, prideful and arrogant being. They see us as nothing but ants, but arrogance breeds underestimation, and in turn this will give us an upper hand! With the right leader of course."
Rawlith had listened to one arrogant Yokudan and one egotistical, self-proclaimed undead babble on about their views, their voices, and their intentions. He heard closed opinions and uneducated comments, and short stories of grandeur as if all of them together made a point. He was through, the Khajiit couldn't handle anymore of the unnecessary horse shit. He stepped away from the wall and took a deep breath, his fangs still visible, but without anyone to see with him in the back of the room while he curled his arms into his chest and tensed his body. His eyes seemed to glow a moment with a slight red-tint before he released his tensing body and lunged his head forward while his torso leaned to straighten out with his head and the feline male released a roar. The thunderous sound was the roar of his spell, but obviously with it's magical effect removed for the moment to produce nothing more then a roar. The roar echoed off the stone walls and it sounded like a mature saber-cat had let out a warcry in a system of cave that bellowed from one end to the other.
After a moment the roar's echo settled and the Khajiit stood once more at straight posture with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs firmly together while he surveyed the group, but mostly gave exchanging looks to the two males who decide to turn educational hour into political debate. He finally spoke up to the group in a true manner, something that he believed would be what truly needed to be said to these men.
"Enough! This one doesn't care if you think we are babies with straw dolls, and this one does care if you are some soul-sucking undead spellcaster! This one is ready for both of you to sit down, and for the sake of the Divines quite your senseless rambling. We are all here to fight, we are all here to work together, and we are all here to put an end to the Dragons. The Greybeards and the Blades will lead us. We will coordinate as a team. The Dragons may have one individual leader, but even he would have a the Dragons hunt together. This is not some nordic Bard's tale of fabled legend where adventurers come to garner great fame and honor..." He paused a moment to let his words settle in before ending his own speech, hoping to be speaking sense to these men.
"We are here, to Survive!"
"You say we should get acquainted with each other?" He paused, looking around the room sternly, then laughed a little to himself, "Look around, Greybeard. You have assembled a group of misfits. Some of them look like they couldn't even wield a sword!"
"With no disrespect intended, not that I could care if anybody happened to take offense, but this is a doomed expedition. We need warriors, men who fight for a living. Swords, bows. The Dragons will be fierce, they will kill people. We must overwhelm them, hack them down. Pepper them with volleys of arrows."
Rawlith's jowls began to rise and his fangs became evident as he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself while the arrogant Yokudan spoke aloud to the group like they were children, as if they didn't know that was at stake, as if they didn't know what kind of power the Dovah wielded in their mere voice. His teeth ground together as he tensed his muscles and crossed his arms over his chest, fighting the instinct to speak out so quickly. Though to Rawlith's relief the arrogant Yukan ended, though to his distaste the male known as Valerion stood up speaking with what at first seemed like a Monologue.
"You speak with words that have as little footing as you have wits, Haserous!"
Valerion placed emphasis on the name.
"You DARE speak to me with words such as those! You have little inkling as to who, or what I am!
I consume souls and have felled warriors that make you look like a mulling goat in comparison, I was the reason why the North of Cyrodil was feared for 2 centuries!"
" Even I, who has lived for centuries have never faced a foe of their caliber. But you say we are but a band of misfits, this will actually work to our advantage. Just like you, dragons are a foolish, prideful and arrogant being. They see us as nothing but ants, but arrogance breeds underestimation, and in turn this will give us an upper hand! With the right leader of course."
Rawlith had listened to one arrogant Yokudan and one egotistical, self-proclaimed undead babble on about their views, their voices, and their intentions. He heard closed opinions and uneducated comments, and short stories of grandeur as if all of them together made a point. He was through, the Khajiit couldn't handle anymore of the unnecessary horse shit. He stepped away from the wall and took a deep breath, his fangs still visible, but without anyone to see with him in the back of the room while he curled his arms into his chest and tensed his body. His eyes seemed to glow a moment with a slight red-tint before he released his tensing body and lunged his head forward while his torso leaned to straighten out with his head and the feline male released a roar. The thunderous sound was the roar of his spell, but obviously with it's magical effect removed for the moment to produce nothing more then a roar. The roar echoed off the stone walls and it sounded like a mature saber-cat had let out a warcry in a system of cave that bellowed from one end to the other.
After a moment the roar's echo settled and the Khajiit stood once more at straight posture with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs firmly together while he surveyed the group, but mostly gave exchanging looks to the two males who decide to turn educational hour into political debate. He finally spoke up to the group in a true manner, something that he believed would be what truly needed to be said to these men.
"Enough! This one doesn't care if you think we are babies with straw dolls, and this one does care if you are some soul-sucking undead spellcaster! This one is ready for both of you to sit down, and for the sake of the Divines quite your senseless rambling. We are all here to fight, we are all here to work together, and we are all here to put an end to the Dragons. The Greybeards and the Blades will lead us. We will coordinate as a team. The Dragons may have one individual leader, but even he would have a the Dragons hunt together. This is not some nordic Bard's tale of fabled legend where adventurers come to garner great fame and honor..." He paused a moment to let his words settle in before ending his own speech, hoping to be speaking sense to these men.
"We are here, to Survive!"
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