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The Depths of Deception

EliteCommander said
That is...one disadvantage of Rothians. I just gave a basic overview of Rareth. There has been plenty that has happened to Rareth in her hundreds of years of life.

I could change it to military then.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

EliteCommander said
You may want to mention that a Dominion guard comes by to check on the commotion. If witnesses back up that the dead guys were the aggressors, then they probably wouldn't arrest them.

Done.

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Kahl had got up and begun to brush himself off, still shaking. He looked at Khajiit who was much taller and old him. He didn't trust him, he could not believe he was gonna get away unharmed. "It shouldn't be this easy" Kahl thought to himself. He looked around, most of the people had went back to their drinks. The tavern had filled with drunken noise again. Fights were common here, so people had lost interest quickly. Kahl rubbed his arm and turn away from the Khajiit.

"Y- y- yes i'm alone." he said in a low shy voice.

"Why do you ask?"

He prepared to run in case the khajiit tried to do something funny. He grabbed onto the door handle, ready to open it if he needed to. Guards had rushed through the door, and Kahl fell to the floor.

"There was noise and three bodys are on the floor out side! What happend?!" The guard spoke loudly. His tone very angry.

"Th- th- they attacked me. T- t- this man saved me." Kahl pointed to the Khajiit.

The guard turned to Ja, and began to question him.

"Were they armed?"
"Did you know them?!"
"Why did they want to hurt him?"

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Kahl had backed up into a corner and curled himself up. He closed his eyes and hoped it would all go away. When he opened them he saw the two crew members on the floor. Kahl looked up and saw the man who saved him. Fearing he would hurt him aswell, he had put his arms up to his face and whimpered. Kahl started to shake, his life had changed in a matter of an hour or so. Kahl closed his eyes again slowly inching for the door.

"P- p- please d- d- dont hu- hurt me, I d- dont want to d- d- die."

Kahl had got to the door and stood up. His back against the wall, his hands tryed to grip the handle but they kept slipply, He began to cry, thinking his life was gonna end soon. He had dropped to his knees, and began to beg for mecy.

"Please, d- d- don't kill me! I'm sorry! I don't wanna die!"

Kahl was shaking violently, staring at the man.

The Depths of Deception

Name: Dante Newell

Species: Human

Height: 6'5"

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Equipment:

MRO-34 Heavy Pistol
Fires in 3 round burst, clip holds 20 rounds of .50 caliber AP


G150 Vanguard blade


L34 Sniper rifle
Bolt action, .90 caliber, 5 round mag.

Tecsu Heavy Armor


Skills/Abilities:
Implants:
Right eye: Gives him a hud which contains information on his vitals, and allows him to see the distance of targets.

Left/Right arm: Allows heavy lifting and fast reaction time, punches are much faster and stronger.

Legs: Increased endurance allowing him to take much larger falls and run for longer times.

Dante's large size and implants seem to give him a very intimidating presence to normal civilians..

Background: Dante came from a rich family. His father apart of a large crime syndicate, that usually dealt in protection of family owned business establishing a racket, and trades in various drugs and illegal weapons. Dante being he fathers most prized possesion he got whatever he wanted, allowing him to take interest in most things kids don't. He ran the streets taking part in most low life gangs, usually consisted of young street urchins. He loved to fight and picked on anyone smaller them him. His rich lifestyle got him out of any trouble with the law. At the time Dante turned 19 his father was shot by a rival mob, he got all of the money his father had, his fathers under boss taking control. Dante vowed to take down the rival mob, but he simply wasn't strong enough. But with his cash that could change. He spent all of it arming himself, with guns and cybernetic enhancements. Helping his fathers mob fight those who killed his father. But they were losing and Dante had to flee, in fear of being hunted down by the rival mob. He left to another planet and needed cash. His only skills being killing he took up mercenary work were he protected travilng merchants from pirates.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Just improvise it, they're smugglers so they could be various races. Lets say I killed a Bosmer, and a Dunmer and a Orc are left.

The Depths of Deception

This looks interesting...

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Khal watched the man drop a bottle of ale next to him, as he rocked back and forth in his chair. He quickly grabed the ale, and drunk from it hoping it would calm him. Kahl drunk about half the bottle before he saw three crew man had ran through the tavern door.

Kahl let out a shreak and unsheathed his dagger. He clutched it close to him as one the crew mates walked closer to him. The other two stayed a few feet behind. Kahl threw his dagger, his aim true as it had went through the mans neck. Kahl started to cry leaping of the chair and into a corner, feeling helpless.

"No! Please, dont kill me. I don't wanna go to the captian! He'll beat me. I don't wanna be beaten! HELP!"

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EliteCommander said
I'll give Ryonara a bit more time to respond before I do. Also, reganza, if you could post in past tense, I would be appreciative. It is a bit jarring to switch to present tense, since most post in past.

I'll edit it real quick sure.

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So yeah, if you guys enter the tavern you would probably notice a kahjiit fidgeting around.