Mortarion

Mass Effect: Borealis

Will try to get a post, either a regular or a Shadow Broker one still not sure, up sometime in the nearby future

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Don't you guys all find this rather attractive? I think it adds some nice texture to the posts, and it clearly isn't distracting or tacky in any way, no sir.

So why don't we all just vote yes for absolutely everything? You know you all like it.

@Dervish

Alright, bad joke, my apologies

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I'm with Friz and Fox on this one as well, never liekd using colors to specify characters so I'll say it should be optional as well.

Mass Effect: Borealis

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Indeeed.

Also, anyone else have a team name they want to put into the hat?

@Dervish

I'm terrible with naming thigns in general so I think I'll refrain from putting a name forth, my apologies.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Alright took me a tad logner than expected, for which I apologize, but I finally managed ot get my post up. Not sure on a few poitns so if there's anything that needs editing, pelase tell me so and I'll do it immediately.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Tsleeixth’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw a magic anomaly rush out of the door, knocking back a poor sailor who had just finished his climb. He winced a little as the sound of crushing bones carried all the way up to the door’s threshold, letting out a soft sigh. Shaking his head, he refocused once more onto the task at hand “Magic anomalies, what the hell happened here?” He muttered to himself as he looked on the remains of one of the anomalies, having heard tales of them but never expected to see one in his life. He had heard tales of them from other members of the college, true, but he had never expected to see them in his life. “What's going on here? Are these anomalies a result of whatever sunk Winterhold, or is it something the mages of the College did?” He thought to himself, still processing the presence of the anomalies.

He followed the rest of the group into the next chamber, holding his sword in one hand while in the other he readied a spell. Combat with the anomalies in the chamber soon began, Tsleeixth easily killing one with his sword while a second one fell to a lightning strike spell and a finishing blow from his sword. He followed Farid along the other chambers of the College, his heart beating in his chest and his head swarming with unanswered questions. What had destroyed the city? Was whatever had destroyed it the cause of the anomalies? What was the state of the surviving mages? This among other questions distracted him as they walked through the chambers and, as such, he nearly bumped into one of the sailors that went with them once they reached the trapdoor.

He looked over as Farid scrambled up the ladder first, following shortly after along with the rest. He took a sharp breath of the cold air, his lips curling upwards in a smile as he felt the blizzard wash over him; he had grown used to the cold weather of Winterhold and it took him a rather short time to get used to the cold climate once again, even though he still felt the occasional shiver due to the cold, unlike his other comrades whom seemed to be having a harder time than him coping with the climate. Tsleeixth turned to look around the courtyard and was pleasantly surprised to find someone alive, although he felt a pang of annoyance at the man’s irreverent attitude and coy words. He let out a sigh at Sevine’s words, rubbing his forehead gently, debating on if he should comment on what Sevine had said or not “Excuse us, but we’ve been through difficult times lately and we are in no mood for jests” He finally said to the mage, extending his hand in greeting “My name’s Tsleeixth, former member of the College” Said the Argonian as a manner of introduction, hoping that the fact that he had once been part of the College would be of some help. “Do you have any idea what happened? What made Winterhold sink into the sea of ghosts?” He asked curiously, hoping that the man in front of him finally had some answers.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I'll try and gest a psot up in the morning, early-evening at worst, as well.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Happy Birthday Dervs! Hope you have a good day man

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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So casual.

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Ok, I'll wait for you.

@gcold

Managed ot get my post up, thanks for waiting for me GC. Hope that the post is good and sorry for taking so long to get it up

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Tsleeixth looked to the sky as the winds tempo began to increase at an alarmingly rapid pace. He breathed a sigh of relief when two of the boats managed to go in without accident, his relief only increasing when one managed to return to it’s mother ship, however his relief soon turned to alarm and into horror in the span of a few moments when it became evident that the second of the EEC boats was barely afloat. A quick look at the boat revealed the reason behind the precarious situation of the boat to the Argonian spellsword; the boat was manned by 5 heavy individuals and -as if to compound the problem further- was carrying a stack of containers inside of it and the precarious situation of the dinghy seemed to only worsen when the leader of the rowers, a Breton who was decked in metal plates, began shouting obscenities at them.

As such it was no surprise to Tsleeixth when the boat capsized when a large gust of wind shook the boats, it’s cargo and the foolish decision of the Breton to wear heavy armor having sealed it’s fate. But when Tsleeixth noticed that four of the people in the boat had managed to cling to various floating objects, his worries easing a little but there was still the matter of the breton who was quickly -and predictably- drowning due to his heavy armor, his screams and pleas for help easily carrying over to the Argonian . Yet there wasn’t anything that he could do in the current situation to help the man and, as such, Tsleeixth could do nothing but look at the breton was rescued by Ariane and Solveig, with the former casting a spell on the man while the latter used the climbing kit to anchor the breton to their boat so that he could be carried to the cave that they were heading towards.

First went the dinghy that was carrying the breton, with their own arriving a short time later. Tsleeixth quickly jumped out of the boat, his feelings of unease and restlessness that had begun once he had sighted the College now calming down after finally setting foot in the place “I wish it wasn’t under such circumstances that I returned.” He whispered quietly to himself, running one of his hands over the surface of the cave’s walls. Shaking his head he mentally chided himself, there would be time for regrets and melancholy later but now his focus had to be on the troubles at hand such as rescuing the surviving mages and -more immediately- how to help the breton who had fallen into the Sea of Ghosts and, as a result, was now freezing.

Luckily, both Do’karth and Almad, the newcomer to the company, were there to help the freezing man. In the end, it was Almad who helped the breton from the EEC to avoid hypothermia. He looked as the redguard produced a rectangular box that was too big to be held in one hand and a strange wooden vial with three marks on it. He looked with no small amount of fascination as the process unfolded as Almad pressed the vial to the breton’s lip after uncorking it, Tsleeixth having noticed the small amount of magicka that the redguard directed into the tiny wooden bottle.

The rest of the process proceeded as normal in such a case as a man that was in danger of falling prey to hypothermia. That is to say, changing the soaked clothes for dry ones but there was something about what the Redguard healer said to the breton that made Tsleeixth feel slightly uncomfortable, perhaps the overtly harsh words of Almad, but he quickly shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind.

WIth the breton now safe from freezing, the group turned to look at the matter of getting into the College itself from the cave in which they were. After a while, it turned out that the only way to keep advancing was by climbing a steep wall of ice. Although his face wouldn’t show it, Argonian’s face making expressing their feelings on them, Tsleeixth was rather annoyed by Farid’s words towards Sagax. He was about to volunteer himself for going first, but Do’Karth beat him to it. He looked as the Khajiit climbed the wall of ice, his lips curling upwards when the Suthay-Raht shouted that he had made it to the top safely.

He was quickly followed by Roze and then by Sagax himself “Well, guess it’s my turn to go up.” He said as he picked the climbing kit. He tried to imitate how Roze and Sagax made their way up as they climbed the ice wall, although his movements certainly weren’t nearly as precise or as well executed -in fact, some people would probably find the way he climbed ridiculous- as those that they had made in their climb but he nonetheless made his way to where the door was. “Any luck so far with the door?” He asked curiously after he had sent the climbing kit down.