Mortarion

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

@MiddleEarthRoze Hahaha, looking forward to seeing what you write about him!

Can't wait for this RP to get in full swing now!

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

@MiddleEarthRoze Just read the CS of your PC and holy shit that's a dark backstory. Great character Roze and, if i might say so, it was a great read.

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

My character is up! Expect an incoming post soon^-ish

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

Talos Valcoran

Username: Mortarion

Character Name:Talos Valcoran

Race/Species:Human

Gender:Male

Age:35

Career/Class:Knight (the Order of the Dusk)

Skills:

• Expert - Two-handed blade
• Expert - Heavy Armor
• Journeyman - Athletics
• Journeyman - Smithing
• Journeyman - Hand to Hand
• Adept - Medicine
• Adept - Mercantile
• Adept - Speech
• Adept - Tailoring

Weapons:

• Valdium Two-handed longsword
• Hunting Knife

Physical Description: Valcoran’s face could be appropriately described as plain, there are no remarkable features on his face save for two: a slight gauntness on his cheeks -a byproduct of a lack of a proper diet when he was growing up- and two scars on his face, one that goes through his forehead and a second one that goes over his left eye and crisscrosses with the forehead scar. His eyes are of a deep, dark blue, color that seem to be constantly clouded, a wary, alert, look always seemingly set on them. His head is crowned by hair of a dark, ebony, hair that he always keeps cropped short.

Standing a few inches taller than 6 feet, it becomes readily apparent that Talos is well toned -due to both his training and the fact that he had to work from a young age- with a clearly tanned skin from many hours under the sun. With calloused hands and a pair of arms that are clearly muscled, it is readily apparent that Talos is more suited for tasks that require more brute strength than anything else. Across his chest the mark of more than a few blades, and claws, is quite evident as scars crisscross over his chest, another memento of his time serving Daubeny.

On the length of both his forearms the scars of serious burns are quite evident, along with a few slash scars.

When outside his armor, Talos wears a simple linen shirt along with a set of trousers held by a simple, plain, belt. The only jewelry that he permits himself to wear is a pendant with the image of two crossed hammers that are encircled, which Talos simply states is his way of remembering that he was welcomed by the Forged and the times he spent there.

Armor: Talos wears a set of interwoven metal plates atop chainmail, which is segmented along the torso, arms, and legs so as to provide him with greater dexterity in battle. On top of the torso section of his armor Talos wears a dark indigo tabard which is outlined by a forest green fabric, as is customary of the order of the Dusk. Alongside this, to protect his head, Talos usually wears a visored barbuta helmet.

Equipment/Other:

• Leather-bound Journal
• Whetstone
• Travelling sack
• Bedroll
• Roll of bandages
• Small bottle of alcohol
• Needle and thread roll

Mental Description/Personality: Once a cheerful, open, person, Talos’s life has shaped him into a dour, serious, and withdrawn man to whom his mission is everything. The single-mindedness of purpose that characterised him in his youth and during his time as a squire in the order of the Forge knights has turned into zealotry towards two goals: riding the world of Fey Witches and avenging his fallen comrades. This last objective is born from Talos’s sense of loyalty, a sense which was inculcated in him by his late parents but which rooted itself further into the knight’s psyche during his training under the Forged. Indeed, were one to gain his loyalty Talos will prove himself a staunch ally who will go to any lengths to aid those he feels loyalty towards, be it either by avenging them were they to die or laying down his life for them if possible.

However, the loss of his comrades at the hands of a Fey Witch so many years ago has turned Talos into a reclusive man who is slow to warm up to people and open up to them, however to those that he opens up to some of his old personality rises up to the surface. Another consequence of that dreadful encounter with the Fey Witch has instilled in his mind a deep suspicion -if not a mild racism- of the elven races, believing them to be either just as bad as the Fey Witches he now zealously hunts or just one step away from turning into that same kind of monster.

Finally, this fixation on his dual missions has resulted in a tendency to neglect himself meaning that while he might not be actively suicidal, indeed Talos would find it dishonourably in the extreme to die before completing his mission, he is prone to overextending himself -or negating wounds that he might consider ‘minor’- and end up in situations that might be life threatening.

Goals: Destroy as many Fey Witches as possible and learning the identity of the Fey Witch that murdered his fellow Forged squires.

Background/History: Born to a loving, albeit somewhat poor, couple of parents, Talos was forced from a young age to start working so as to help support his family's meager income. Despite a life that was often harsh, and that left little -if any- room for luxuries, Talos and his parents were happy with their place in the world. However, everything must eventually come to an end and, tragically, for Talos the life of his parents came to an early end when an outbreak of disease claimed both of their lives. Forced to sell what meager earthly possessions the Valcoran family had, Talos soon found himself living on the streets begging and performing backbreaking jobs to stay alive.

Determined to endure and survive, Talos threw himself at every endeavor that came to him in life with a single-mindedness of purpose. After half a decade of living on the streets, his luck turned around when he was singled by one of the Forged to join their order as a prospective knight apprentice. Immensely grateful towards the knight that had brought him into the orders fold, the orphan boy focused wholeheartedly into his training as one of the squires of the Forged. The years passed by as Talos focused on his training as a knight, absorbing the knowledge imparted on him by his mentors on forging and, above all, fighting techniques.

Time passed by and by the next decade, when the squire was a young adult of 25 years, came the long awaited moment where Talos was sent away so that he might test his skills in the real world and become a true knight. By that time Talos had come to consider the Forged as a sort of surrogate family and had no intention of leaving the knightly order that had welcomed him where he had nowhere else to go. However, things once again would take a turn for the worse.

Like many of the Forged, Talos, alongside a group of fellow squires which had been selected as prospective candidates at the same time as him and with which he had forged a knit-tight bond, had been selected by a Lord, who went by the name of Daubeny, from a nearby village that bordered the northern marshes. Apparently the area which that particular noble claimed owed fealty to him had become increasingly dangerous to travel and the noble lord wanted Talos and his fellow squires to help pacify the area. At first things were going well as Talos and the other Forged only ran into bandits and other such threats that they could easily dispatch, however as time went on the bandits were replaced by fierce beasts and myriads of other magical threats.

Losses in battle started climbing up, yet the squires persevered. After a few months Talos and his fellow would-be-knights, now only 5 of the original 15 that had set out, finally came by the source of the troubles in the region they had been patrolling: a Fey Witch. Bound by their oaths to the lord of the land, Talos and his fellow squires tried to slay the Fey Witch that had been terrorizing the lands but, alas, they were no match for their foe, Talos’s companions were slain and he himself only managed to drive the witch away from the lands and not slay her as they had originally set out to do. Limping his way back to the keep from which lord Daubeny governed, Talos finally reached the keep both delirious from his wounds and on the brink of death. Given time to rest, and the help of a healer, Talos related what had happened to the nobleman once he could stand on his own. Incensed by the squires failure at slaying the Fey Witch the lord refused to knight him and banished Talos from his lands and told him to never return, lest he be executed for his failure at slaying the witch.

Too exhausted to protest at the unjust treatment he received Talos made his way back to the chapter house from which he and his fellow squires had set off from. When he returned Talos was welcomed back, albeit questions buzzed as to what had happened. Had Talos come back, newly knighted, to help train the next generation of Forged? And if so, what had happened to his fellow knights? Had they decided to stay in the service of the lord who had knighted them, or had they scattered to the winds and joined other knightly orders?

After a few weeks Talos finally managed to gather the courage and tell the older knights what had happened. He told them of the troubles they had encountered and, more importantly, of the Fey Witch that they had faced and whom had taken the lives of his fellow squires, furthermore he told the older knights of how his failure at slaying the witch meant he hadn’t been knighted by Daubeny. When Talos finished relating his tale he was told to wait outside, hours transpired and he could hear murmurs coming from the room in which the elder knights discussed. Eventually Talos was ushered back into the room, where the old knights had a simple question for him: what did he intend to do now?

With a heavy heart Talos answered the elder knight’s query. He would leave the Forge knights, in the mind of the young man he could no longer be part of the order for two reasons. On one hand, he had failed his trials and hadn’t been knighted; on the other hand, he personally felt like he couldn’t stay within the order -even if it would welcome him back- as he felt unworthy of joining the order, furthermore he felt that he was honor-bound to avenge his fallen comrades and, as such, he couldn’t stay with the Forged. Excusing himself Talos left before the elder knights could say anything more, soon enough he gathered what meager possessions he had and, after saying goodbye to his acquaintances in the chapter house, left the building.

Seeking vengeance for his fallen comrades Talos joined the Templars of Dusk, of whom he had heard during his stay in the lands plagued by the Fey Witch, wanting to learn everything he could from the order dedicated to fighting the Fey. 10 years passed by as Talos learned at the feet of the masters of the order of Dusk but by the time he emerged once more he was now a member of the Order of the Dusk. With one clear objective in mind the newly knighted Templar made his way towards the Northern Marches, his sole objective wiping as many Fey Witches as he could and maybe, just maybe, finding the witch that had murdered his comrades and enacting vengeance for them.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Khosin was on his room, putting back in what little he had taken during his short absence from the Borealis on their intended places inside his room, when the ship’s intercom crackled to life with Drono’s voice “Everyone. Get your asses to the Bridge..” The Drell’s words reached the Batarian as he finished organizing his meager possessions inside of the starship. Something about the way Drono spoke set off alarm bells inside of Khosin’s head, this was an urgent matter -that much was evident by how Drono’s words were devoid of their usual humorous tone- and as such he made haste towards the Borealis’s bridge

After a short walk, Khosin was crossing the threshold that led into the bridge, noticing that the entirety of the crew were already there now that he was present along with someone he didn't recognise "Huh, new member, better ask someone about who they are later on." He listened as Drono spoke, telling them of how the deterioration of his nerves and spines would quickly reach a critical point. When Drono reached the point about Yestin, about how the Salarian had betrayed him, Khosin found himself clenching his fists in anger, his teeth gritting slightly in frustration. He wasn’t a good man by any means, and he was sure that he had done worse than everyone in the ship except perhaps Vellios, but if there was one thing that he couldn’t stand, nor forgive, was betrayal.

He listened on as Drono continued speaking, watching silently as the crew reacted to the news and voiced their opinion on Drono’s plan and what information the Drell had given them. He could empathize with Serena’s words, wanting to save Drono and think everything would go alright, but Tanya’s words -backed by Tonka- also resonated with him. If they didn’t take this seriously this wouldn’t cost them a mere pay but it could end with Drono being crippled for life, not to mention putting themselves in Eclipse’s bad side and that was something they couldn’t afford at all. Internally breathing a sigh of relief when Dex turned to speak to the assembled crew the Batarian soon found himself nodding in agreement with Dex’s assessment of the situation.

Turning to look at Haze, Khosin listened once more in silence as the turian scout began pacing around the table and began coming up with a plan for the mission at Lafayette station. “Well, I’d say we have a pretty solid plan so far.” Spoke Khosin finally once Hazan had finished speaking “I’m more inclined to try the distraction plan, pretty sure I could be of help with that because of….well, I don’t need to tell you guys why a Batarian suddenly appearing in a space station that is mostly filled with humans.” He said before turning to face Drono “Don’t worry Drono you’ll live through this, we’ll make sure of it.” Said the Batarian, trying to reassure Drono’s worries “Oh, and one last thing, send me all info on Yestin you have as well, I have a few contacts on the Blue Suns, they might not have worked with Yestin directly but there’s a chance they’ll be able to find something about him.”

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

Words and War, the Saxhleel Conflict

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Tsleeixth made his way down the ramp that led from the Kyne's Tears towards Dawnstar's dock. Shortly after he disembarked, what few Argonian's the Company had managed to free from the Kamal's frigate were roughly escorted away by a group of Hold Guards; Tsleeixth clenched his fists in anger at the treatment his kinsmen were subjected to, they had just escaped from the Kamal's vile hands and now -instead of being helped to recuperate and heal from the mistreatment suffered at the hands of their captors- they were forced away towards the camp that had formed outside of Dawnstar while they were away at the College of Winterhold.

He tensed slightly when a pair of guards approached him, wondering if he was going to be forced to leave Dawnstar as well but the duo that was approaching him stopped at the words of another guard, who Tsleeixth guessed was their captain. With that sour event firmly in his mind the Argonian spellsword made a beeline towards Windpeak Inn but, as he moved closer and closer to the large building, sounds started reaching Tsleeixth's ears that made him pause, it sounded like a scuffle and, what was worse, he recognized both voices, Leif and Do'Karth. As he edged closer and closer to the Inn the figures of both Do'Karth and Leif became evident, alongside that of Sevine who looked on as the Nord man and the Suthay-Raht fought against each other. However the presence of a fourth -unexpected- figure drew his attention, that of his fellow Hist-brother Daixanos.

Waiting for the fight to end, Tsleeixth approached Dax and clasped his shoulder lightly as way of greeting "It's good to see you Dax." He said, letting out a soft sigh and shaking his head slightly "I take it you saw the fight between Leif and Do'Karth, no? Would you mind telling me what caused this...confrontation between our comrades?" He asked to Dax, hoping that he'd have answers. He knew that there was tension between Leif and Do'Karth for Sevine's affection -his chat with Roze back in Bthamz had made that abundantly clear- yet he hadn't thought it'd lead to the two of them fighting against each other.

Dax shook his head as Tsleeixth asked about the confrontation. "Landstriders find more reasons to fight than I could fathom." He replied. The Argonian was no pacifist, but he fought when he needed to, as did the rest of his people. He could not think of a time when the Saxhleel had waged war on someone who had not deigned to attack them first. The machinations of the Landstriders were truly an odd thing to his people. He could conclude that this fight had a true aggressor, however. He would bet the next Elk he bagged it was not Do'Karth. "I do think Leif has sought to...acquire Sevine. But that is mere speculation. You would need to ask them."

Tsleeixth stiffle a chuckle at Dax's answer to his question "Very true brother." He finally said, shaking his head slightly as he smiled slightly. However when his fellow Saxhleel said that he thought Leif tried to claim Sevine Tsleeixth could do nothing but let out a soft sigh "It is not mere speculation, it seems that Leif harbored feeligns for Sevine and, well, he isn't dealing with the fact that Sevine chose Do'Karth very well to say the least." He said, shaking his head slightly.

Daixanos let out a breath, and to most non-Saxhleel it would sound like a juttering growl. "Brother, in a weeks time I will be returning to our homeland." He revealed. "The news that has been coming to the North tells me our kin need our race united. I cannot ignore that call."

When Daixanos told him that he planned to leave the Company in a weeks time to return to their homeland Tsleeixth was mildly surprised. He knew that the Hist was calling to every Saxhleel across Tamriel, yet Dax's words surprised him nonetheless "Come brother, I think we have much to discuss and I don't think talking about such matters related to our people should be done in such an open space, wouldn't you agree?" He asked Dax, motioning towards the Inn and slowly making his way towards there, wondering if Dax would follow him.

Daixanos nodded, meeting Tsleeixth's gaze. "True enough..." he breathed, glancing back and forth. He trusted Do'Karth and Sevine, but with the anti-Argonian sentiments going on, there was little more they could trust. He gestures for his friend to head in with him. Hopefully they could find a corner to speak at.

Tsleeixth nodded when Daixanos gestured for them both to head into the inn. Opening the wooden door he motioend for Dax and entered after him. As soon as both Argonians crossed the threshold that led into the Inn the telltale murmur of conversation that usually characterized such establishments seemed to halt immediately, replaced by the sound of people whispering to each other. As Tsleeixth led them both to an empty table that was further apart from the rest a few words reached his, and most likely Dax's, ears 'Filthy lizard' 'Someone get the guard' 'How come they are allowed here?'

"Seems the Landstrider's love for our kind has grown in our absence, wouldn't you say brother?" He said acidly, low enough for only Dax to hear him. After a while the Inn's mood returned to, more or less, it's usual state, though a few patrons cast glances towards Dax and Tsleeixth's table every once in a while. "I take it you ran into Kamal forces during your mission, no?" Asked Tsleeixth after motioning for the innkeep to bring him a drink, somewhat unsure of how to breach the subject of what had driven Dax to leave the Company and return to their homeland. "Otherwise I don't think you'd decide to return to our homeland so suddenly. You heard, or saw, something that told you you had to get back, no?" He asked, hoping Dax would tell him what it was precisely that had set in motion this sudden desire to return to Black Marsh.

"I do not seek to return to Blackmarsh," Daixanos said. "I go to Morrowind." He let that sink in. "It wasn't one thing, Tsleeixth. It's been harassing me since I've arrived at Dawnstar. I broke the back of a slaving ship here, and even then I do not feel fulfilled. Now the Kamal...the news of the Dunmer and Akavari. I cannot wait, and won't. But I do not go to our homeland."

He stood tall. "I gather every able bodied Argonian from here to Windhelm, to Darkwater crossing. I go to hit the Dunmer where they least expect, from the North. A few hundred Argonians invading from Skyrim? I do not blame them for being caught off guard." He bared his teeth. "We will hit their supply lines, and their officers. We'll move into Blackmarsh from Morrowind itself, cutting our way through until we breach their lines from the inside. The Hist guide me, I swear."

Tsleeixth's jaw opened in surprise as Daixanos stated his intention of going not to Blackmarsh but to Morrowind. He listened as Dax explained his reasoning for wanting to go to Morrowind "But...why? Is it frustration because the Company hasn't done enough in battling agaisnt the Kamal invaders? What could motivate you to head straight to Morrowind, with all of our brothers and sisters you can muster?" Asked Tsleeixth incredulosuly once Dax had finished explaining his plan, how he'd gather ever able bodied Argonian he could as he went to Darkwater crossing. It was clear that Tsleeixth was still somewhat shocked, he had been expecting Dax to tell him that he was going to Argonia and not to attack the motherland of the Dunmer people.

Dax turned to regard Tsleeixth, and he shook his head. "I don't question our companions." he said. "I also realize that you know them far better than I, though admittedly I've grown fond of the group. It is only that their interest is not Blackmarsh, nor would I expect it to be. But mine is, and always will be. I will return after, however. Skyrim feels like a second home."

Tsleeixth listened as Daixanos spoke, explaining his reasons for leaving towards Morrowind. Taking the drink that had arrived shortly before their conversation had started, but which had remaiendu ntouched as Dax spoke, Tsleeixth took a long gulp of the mead, shaking his head slightly "I understand Dax, at least I do now, but this....this is suicidal." Spoke Tsleeixth, shaking his head "Not to mention there's no guarantee you'll reach Morrowind." Added the spellsword "The Kamal seem to have been taking in people travelling the continent. You rememebr the Pakseech that Do'Karth told you about?" He said, letting otu a weary sigh "He was taken in by the Kamals....one of their frigates attacked us on our way to Bthamz and we managed to freed some slaves that were working on their vessel. Among them there were a few of our brothers they...they told me of their capture, and of the death of the Pakseech on that Hist-forsaken vessel." Said Tsleeixth sorrowfully, emptying what remained of his drink in one go.

"But, that wasn't the only thing they revealed to me....you see, they also told me that the ship's overseers would sometiems extract the soul from one of the slaves. Do you know what that means Dax? Every slave that the Kamal capture could be used to power their war effort, we still knwo almost nothing about them...who knows what other kind of weapons they posses, for all we know every captive the Kamal take only serves to hasten our doom." Said the spellsword with a sigh.

"Do you understand what this could mean Dax? How many of our brothers and sisters could be poached by the Kamal as if they were cattle while you make your way to Morrowind?" He asked Daixanos "And what if, once you get to Morrowind, you are captured there?" He pressed one "Please, I implore you, think about this, whatever brothers and sisters of ours join you won't be trained fighters like we are, you'd be leading htem to their doom, eitehr at the blades of our enemies or under their yoke, used either as slaves or as fuel for the Kamal war machine." Finished Tsleeixth, hopign that Dax would listen to him.

"And what!? Stand here as our brethren are beseiged, and the rest remain refugees in the cold!?" Daixanos replied, now inches from Tsleeixth's face. "Do nothing, is that what you advise!?" The Argonian breathed heavily, but after a moment he calmed, his mind having caught up with him. He found he was glad the Tavern was uproarious as usual. It didn't draw so much attention to them.

The Hunter let out a juttering sigh, and spoke. "Tsleeixth...you know as well as I do they cannot take Blackmarsh. The Daedra couldn't do it, and it was not even inhospitable for them, as it is for anyone not of our people. The one they called Talos could not even take it, instead just claiming it in word only. He knew that even if someone succeeded in defeating our armies, they wouldn't dare truly invade. That would be suicide by disease and guerilla warfare. But I cannot stay here and let my loyalty be thrown aside by that, because it's still our people dying."

He hesitated before he spoke next. "But...your words give me pause. I apologize for yelling." he said. "I would not take anyone who could not fight with me. I will escort them to the southern edge of Cyrodiil, before striking north again." Dax shook his head as he regarded Tsleeixth once more. "Fighting these Kamal here does not aid Blackmarsh. You need to realize that. If I killed a wolf for its pelt in Markarth, it does not make the Elk in Darkwater Crossing any more safe." Dax closed his eyes. He suspected Tsleeixth thought he would try to assassinate the Tribunal himself. He wished he could, but he was not suicidal. "In a fortnight, I'll gather our people that will follow and head southward to Blackwood, and then me and what brothers I have will hit Stormhold's reinforcements and supplylines from the rear. I respect you, Tsleeixth, even if you decide to stay. But I cannot. Not when our people are being invaded by Demons."

Tsleeixth clenched his fists as Dax shouted at him, his eyes narrowing as Dax contineued his tirade before calming down. He let his fellow Saxhleel continue with his train of thought uninterrumpted, letting out a sigh of frustration when Dax finished "The Pakseech tried to go to Cyrodiil brother, he ended up dead in the holds of a Kamal slave ship." He said with a sigh, shaking his head slightly as he rememebred that fateful day when he had last seen the Pakseech. "Onto your point of fighting the Kamal here not helpign Blackmarsh....that's hwere you are absolutely wrong." He said firmly, resting hsi hands on the table as he looked at Dax in the eyes "You seem to forget one crucial detail, this is war. The kamal aren't merely beasts, they are an organized army that has a chain of command and follows tactics." Siad Tsleeixth, letting his words hang in the air for a few seconds.

"Now, take that information into account....what happens when an unexpected threat rises? What does an army does? It diverts resources to combat said threat, merely heading towards Morrowind to attack will do nothing, you'd jsut be throwing yourself at the jaws of the wolf Dax and end up used as a slave to toil for the Kamal's and hwen your body is broken, your sould will be used as fuel for their war effort. I do not say this to scare you, merely to state the truth." Continued Tsleeixth, letting out a sigh as he pondered on waht to say next.

"You yourself said that our homeland has never been conquered, Talos couldn't do it, nor Mehrunes Dagon and the armies of Oblivion....and neither will these Kamal, they will succumb to disease and to our fighters, they'll die in the marshes that characterize our homeland." Continued the spellsword, letting otu a breath "They don't need us Dax, but here, right now, we are of use. We can bleed the Kamal here, make them pay for every Argonian life taken at Blackmarsh." Continued speaking Tsleeixth, braing hsi teeth at Dax "And I promise this to you, I will make them pay. I swear by the Hist, the Demons will rue the day they decided to invade Tamriel." He said, anger palpable in his voice "Before I am down, I will send as many Kamals as I can to Sithis's embrace Dax, they will pay for each of our brothers that are toiling under their rule and for each of us that has died to their cruel weaponry." Finished the spellsword "Now, the only question that remians is this. Will you stay and help me brother?"

While he was proud of Tsleeixth for his loyalty to helping his people, Dax had seen war. He didn't believe Tsleeixth knew of the tactics he spoke when concerning different theaters of conflict. Still, he couldn't rightly say no at this moment. He hadn't the heart, even if the Hist itself disagreed with Tsleeixth. "I cannot say yes." He said, firmly rooted in what he believed. "But neither will I refuse, for now. I said I would gather them in a fortnight...perhaps I will use this time to think."

He placed his claws hand on Tsleeixth's shoulder. "I meant no offense. I'm merely angry at the state of things, not you. I am proud to have fought alongside you, and proud I shall be if I continue to do so."

"I know, and believe me hwen I tell you I am angry at the state of thigns as well. And it has been an honor to have ofught alongisde you as well brother." Said Tsleeixth, glasping Daixanos's hand once he moved it from his shoulder "And all I ask for is time Dax, if you don't trust my words then, at the very least, trust in our people. We came from the Oblivion Crisis stornger than ever, I am sure we'll be able to endure the fight against the Snow Demons." Said Tsleeixth to Dax before the hunter left.

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

I might be a bit on the wrong here so, feel free to correct me if you think otherwise but I think Tsleeixth's virtue is Patience while his Sin would be Wrath (not in the sense that Tslee is constantly angry but, more like, he is easily enraged by things such as the mistreatment the Argonians recover at the hands of the Nords or by the invasion of the Kamals and what they are doing but it's sort of a more subdued kind of wrath)

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

@POOHEAD189 Sure man, I'm on my phone atm so, if you want, you can start the collab if you'd prefer

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

@gcold Looking ofr the silver lining and all, eh? But, yeah, glad we sorted it out

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

@gcold No worries. My apologies for the whole confusion.