Mortarion

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

@POOHEAD189 If I may suggest htis, maybe I could add Tsleeixth to that collab you are doing with Dervish? That way we can get Dax and Tsleeixth to meet.

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

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We made a Skype channel that 4 people joined, so why would anyone give a crap about Discord?

@Dervish

Don't have skype either so that's why I didn't join the group either

Mass Effect: Borealis

AFTER FIVE LONG YEARS, THE SERENA POST IS UP.

@Rtron

(Sorry, I couldn't resist)

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

@MacabreFox Thanks, will try to get in a short post if I can detailing Tsleeixth's fight agaisnt hte last Falmer.

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

@POOHEAD189 Sounds good to me too. Finally someone wiht whom to talk about hte important, Hist-related, stuff haha

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

@POOHEAD189 We Saxhleel gotta stick together eh? Perhaps we should do a collab once the College rescue group is back in Dawnstar?

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

All of these updates to the opinions section of the different bios remind of two things. 1) That I need to write those for Tsleeixth as well and 2) that I need to have him interact more with the rest of the people from the company

Mass Effect: Borealis

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We are in due need of our shot of Khosin.

grabby hands

@DearTrickster

Ask and ye shall recieve, took me a bit logner than I htought but my Khosin psot is up. Hope it's good enough and if I did somehtign wrong, tell me nad I'll edit it.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Khosin spent most of the trip towards Virmire on his room on the Borealis, only going out of it for meals, checking on the ship's engine, or if someone requested his help, or presence, for something. He couldn’t pinpoint the precise reason but something about the mission put him on edge, especially how generous captain Donnelly had been towards their crew; he wasn’t about to complain about the equipment -he had managed to snatch one or two mods for his Mattock after all, and they had gotten an assault vehicle and a shuttle for the whole crew as well- but the attitude of the human captain had set him off somehow.

But, despite his misgivings, there was no point going around the crew and spewing his doubts regarding the job and their employer. In the end he decided that if something did went wrong they could handle it, and if nothing happened all the better for them. As such, by the time that they had arrived to Virmire his mood -if not his feelings towards the mission- had improved vastly, even volunteering to help loading the gun crates into the vehicle that the infiltration team would take to the smuggler’s base. Once that was done he spent the remaining time with the infiltration team, doing some small talk with them to pass the time as the Borealis entered atmosphere.

Once that was done, he entered the Yolac with the rest of the infiltrations group and went silent as he tried to come up with a plausible fake identity. By the time Tonka asked them if they had come up with a cover story he had managed to come up with, what he believed, would be a plausible one “My name is Idethe Dodnovran, former member of the Special Intervention Unit of the Hegemony.” He began to recite “I was officially ‘discharged’ from the Hegemony’s military and took part in the Blitz, leading a crew of pirates on the attack on Elysium and other cities, charged with wanton slaughter and use of weapons that breached the Citadel Convention.” He finished, looking down as his omni-tool beeped and a ‘Wanted’ poster materialized digitally “Thanks Dex.” He said as he turned to look at the Turian woman, nodding thankfully in her direction before focusing on the task at hand.

Once they were at the base he followed Drono, or ‘Tenrom’ as he was supposed to call him now, along with Kasyra as the Drell broke away from the group and as he tried to bluff past a guard. It wasn’t difficult for him to pretend the muscle, he had mostly to stay quiet and look threatening -something which came easy to him as a Batarian, not to mention that he had, more than once, played the role of “dumb muscle” for the Blue Suns- occasionally making the motion to reach for his Executioner when someone looked at ‘Tenrom’ the wrong way which usually served as a good enough deterrent. What had surprised him most however was the way Kasyra carried herself, sure he had heard her when she said that the Migrant Fleet marine’s didn’t spend all time poking the Geth but the way she carried herself made it seem like she had previous experience doing this “Hmm, where did she get this experience. It’s not something like a typical marine does.” He thought to himself for a split second before refocusing on the present, if his curiosity got the better of him he could always ask their resident Quarian where she had gotten that kind of experience. What mattered most now was the current mission, he couldn’t afford any distractions.

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

Tsleeixth felt himself giving out a war-cry of his own at Sevine’s words, her words instilling within him the need to fight the Falmer, to drive them back like she had said. It was strange in a way, he had never been one prone to violence -in fact the last time he had felt like this had been back during the Siege of Windhelm, where his broken arm had prevented him from actively participating in the defense of the Nord city- and yet he felt the need to fight the demented mer, a bloodlust driving him forth to fight the husks to which the once proud Snow Elves saw themselves reduced to nowadays.

Perhaps it was the stress that had been slowly, but steadily, growing up inside of him since the Siege of Windhelm had begun or perhaps it had been the revelation of the fact that the Nerevarine was allied to the Akaviri invaders that had set him in such a mood and he was just simply venting his fury and stress on the subterranean mer. Regardless he could not let his feelings impair his fighting skills or his focus on the battle; taking a deep breath -in spite of the pungent stench of falmer and chaurus blood- to calm himself, Tsleeixth managed to quiet down the instincts that were pushing him towards fighting the Falmer and advance in complete silence towards them in contrast to his battle-cry of a few moments ago “Idiot, don’t go charging in like a stupid berserker, take your time, consider your options.” He mentally chided himself, taking the time to study the cave in which they were in.

For a brief second he considered summoning an Atronach, but fear that the creature’s size would, somehow, cause a cave-in stayed his hand and Leif’s call for them to use fire against the falmer only pulled him further away from any thoughts of summoning an atronach as he forced himself to calm down yet again. Leif’s cry of pain surprised the Argonian but it allowed him to notice the arrow that was flying towards him and to, barely, avoid it. Turning toward to face the creature he sent his Skeleton Guardian to deal with the archer that had been targeting him just as Sagax got rid of the one that had shot Leif albeit not without getting injured as he soon realized.

Making his way towards where Sagax and Leif laid he looked as Roze spoke, saying that the women would protect them. He chuckled a little at the Bretons words but soon refocused on the battle once again, focusing on the remaining Falmer archers he summoned another Skeleton Guardian amidst them -the first one crumbling to dust as soon as the second one appeared- causing the creatures to shriek and turn at least some of them towards the creature that he had summoned. “Roze, do you think you can distract some of the remaining archers? I’ll try to go where they are and take some of them out.” He spoke to the Breton archer, turning to look at the archers that were still firing at them.

Once he had gotten a reply from Roze, Tsleeixth made his way towards the Falmer, trying to make as little sound as possible so as to not draw their attention towards him, however just as he was about to reach them he stepped on some bones that lay strewn around in the cave floor and, one of the Falmer noticing him due to the sound of bones breaking under his foot. Screeching in it’s native tongue, the subterranean creature called three of it’s kinsmen to it’s side and began circling Tsleeixth like a group of vultures around their next meal.

Occasionally they would attack Tsleeixth, who did his best to parry their combined attacks and retaliate as best he could with both magic and his blade -even managing to bring down one of the Falmer- but slowly he began to grow tired and small wounds began to build up as the Falmer continued attacking relentlessly. It was clear that, while he was managing to hold out for the moment, he’d need help to fall back towards the bulk of the company. “Idiot, shouldn’t have gone charging in.” He cursed himself inwardly as he parried yet another attack, panting tiredly as exhaustion began catching up to him.