Red Wizard

From the Ashes shall be Woken

"S'wit" is an insult ;)

Fantasy's Shattering

Hi everyone! Back from the dead!

Fantasy's Shattering

Time had passed, and Yem had made it to the inn. He was currently lying down on a straw mattress, thinking. He was in possession of a legendary old relic. By all means, he was now a rich man, should he decide to deliver the relic to the authorities. But Yem had little trust in said authorities, and craved no riches. He craved knowledge and power, and something told him the relics held both. He would have to learn to somehow decipher them to obtain it, but that was a problem for later. Right now, he was looking at his amulet and thinking about the strange experience he'd had earlier that day. Someone had been in his body, making it move, using sorcery that Yem himself had no knowledge of whatsoever. That someone could still be in his body, Yem had to admit, but he thought it more likely that it was linked to the amulet. He wanted to communicate with it, speak with it, learn from it, but he was unsure how to do so. Letting it take over had come so naturally for him before, and he was sure he'd be able to do it again, but he couldn't for his life remember how he'd done it now that he was out of the moment. It was probably more of the relics doing than his own. He pondered some more, and then decided to just try something. Experiment. He held the black stone to his chest.

Who are you?, he thought, And why are you in the stone?

There was no answer.

Who are you?, Yem asked again. He wasn't giving up that easy, Tell me who you are!

Still no answer. Yem frowned.

Can you even hear me, or am I making a fool of myself?

Not a sound. Perhaps if he approached it differe-

I can hear you, though whether you're a fool or not I'll leave to future judgement, a voice in his mind suddenly said.

Yem was startled but quickly regained his calm. He collected his thoughts and emptied his mind; whoever it was could hear his thoughts. Best not give too much away.

Why didn't you answer me before? I've been asking your name.

Because you were rude. One doesn't ask for names before giving ones own. It's common courtesy, really.

I see. In that case, I'm Yem.

Yem. What an odd name.

So I've heard. Will you not give me yours now that I've given mine?

I never said I would.

Yem smiled. Tricky. He liked that.

That's rather rude of you, don't you think?

Perhaps. But I've never claimed that I'm not.

He could see that he wouldn't get anything else out of the entity living in the relic tonight, so he decided to retreat for now and return later when he was better prepared.

Ah, I see. This has been illuminating, but I fear I must rest now. We will talk more later.

If you say so, Yem. If you say so.

He put the relic down beside him and wrapped it in a piece of cloth. Hopefully, it couldn't read his mind if he separated himself from it like that. He would have to think of a strategy to get the truth from the being in the amulet.

From the Ashes shall be Woken

And there you go! :)

From the Ashes shall be Woken

From the Ashes shall be Woken

Chapter I: Twin Lamps

Ilvel woke with a start. He’d had that dream again, the one he’d been having for the past week. Always the same dream, and never any less disturbing. Worst of all, it robbed him of his sleep, and he wasn’t getting enough of that as it were. Muttering softly under his breath, he looked around him. It was dawn; he could see the light from the sun slowly conquering the shadowy ground of the city, street by street. None of it fell on him yet, but he found that he could warm his leg by letting it dangle from the space in between the strange wooden bars of his cage. That felt really nice. He kept looking around him, and stopped at his peers. The other slaves. His fellow brothers and sisters in captivity. He knew so little about them, and he’d been with some of them for such a long time. Made him wonder. Most of them were still asleep, but he found to his surprise that one of them was looking back at him.

Panicking, he set a mean frown and hissed at the other one.

What do you think you’re looking at, s’wit?

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Name: Ilvel Dalvilu
Race: Dunmer
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short and thin with a bald head and a whipped back. Has the hand of the Tribunal tattooed on the left side of his chest.
Personality: Untrusting and egocentric. Slavery has taught Ilvel to fend only for himself, as attempts at altruism have been rewarded with betrayal, scorn or whippings. He still craves company, but has a hard time being nice to other people.
Background: Ilvel grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere. His parents were simple netch farmers, and Ilvel would’ve been too is it hadn’t been for a gang of slaving bandits. They burned his farm, shattered his dreams and sold him into slavery in a town far from home. The young Dunmer has been a slave for 20 years now and has given up all hope of escape.
Abilities: The only skill Ilvel has picked up during his years as a slave is pickpocketing. He’s got really deft hands and use them to get a little extra food every now and then.

From the Ashes shall be Woken

I'm swedish, so it wasn't midnight for me. Right now it's 2PM and I'm back on my computer. Please calm down.

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I'll be back on a computer this evening, don't worry.

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Sorry for not telling you, I simply forgot. I'll be back next week to start the game and look at the new characters. I can tell you that the night elf isn't accepted. Stick to ES lore.

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@Vagabond, accepted! I'll start working on the IC right now, will probably get it up in a few hours.