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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Just a heads-up, I changed Asta's picture. The character maintains the same features, but I think this fits the roleplay in general better (wanted something a little more anime-ish so that it fit in with all the other images) and looks a bit more age-accurate even.

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

Sorry for not letting you guys know sooner - Cold already knows - but I need just a very brief hiatus. My test is literally two weeks from today and then the second part is the day after. This is the most important test of my life, so I need to buckle in for just a little bit. I appreciate you all being patient - I know I only just joined so it isn't good that I'm taking a hiatus so soon, but I promise it'll be short. Love you all! I'll try to be around, but again, really need to focus!

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

@Dervish I'm not opposed to the idea. Keep me looped.

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

Thank you, Roze. I'm glad I spent a heavier point on Healing for Elmera... That would suck otherwise.

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

In that case, I'll have Roze give Elmera a hand. Hopefully get a Rhasha post up too.

Unless, @Scout would like to post for Elmera first?

@MiddleEarthRoze

I did not get a notification for this, but I did post for her and I would appreciate my character not dying in the first fight! :D So yes, please and thank you for the save.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Asta remained silently with the group - she didn't need to help formulate the plan, they were doing well on their own. They had a lead, a guard's help, and their own animal. She was just here to act as another pair of hands and to help the small Ydran they'd spoken about. As the moorcat bolted, she ran alongside Ethan, though the boy was surprisingly fast once he picked up momentum. They came to a scene that, had they waited any longer, probably would have been far more gruesome. The Ydran was rather surprised at the turn of events, but it worked out in the favor of this little band of misfits and she simply nodded at her instructions.

"Sounds like a plan," She agreed, resting a hand on her hilt in anticipation. They all got into position and Nymira seemed to work with the lock somehow. Asta furrowed her brow - could this little warrior princess girl actually pick locks too? After all, it was a pretty difficult skill and even at times, the Ydran assassin had difficulty with them. Whatever the case was, the metal broke free and Asta pressed herself to the wall beside the from as the Dimura blasted the doors in with a kick. The woman remained low and slipped inside as the commotion created its own cover for her to move behind a few crates. Men shouted and barked orders all around and Wyth's snarls could still be heard over all of it.

She pulled a short, pointed rod from her thigh and pivoted as she stepped out from behind her cover, catching sight of one of the slavers. She threw the pin and it sunk into his knee, immobilizing the joint as he turned to retaliate. Asta silently bolted toward him and he raised a hatchet to swing at her. The white-haired woman feigned right and he fell for it as her body twirled left, spinning a full turn, and he froze as she stopped just beyond him. It wasn't long before his shirt was covered in blood from his throat and her eyes sought a new target. Nymira was already moving after Ethan's assailants and so she moved into the next room, unhindered by any of the others, her body turned to the side as she advanced with a trained step into one of the back storehouses. Myria dashed beyond her feet and into the room as soon as Asta opened the door. The pair entered to find three men on their way out to assist their comrades and the cobra fox did not hesitate to dodge around ones feet and twist her lithe body to leap onto his back, her teeth clamping down on the back of his muscled neck.

The Ydran woman ran in after her, pivoting to dodge the thrust of a knife, redirecting the man's hand so it just barely passed her. Her elbow rammed back into the gut of the next one and he stumbled back as she placed distance between and held up her falcata threateningly. Her eyes bore into them as they redoubled, leaving their friend alone to tumble with the creature as they advanced once more. She deflected an incoming blow from the man carrying a longer blade, but she felt a stinging in her left arm after she failed to move quickly enough to block the second. Rare was the occasion in which she had to handle two opponents at once.

She hissed as they separated again, walking in a circle around one another as she held her arm, blood seeping over her fingers. "You two disgust me... Your kind disgusts me," She stated venomously. "Buying and selling people... living people with families and homes and friends... And children, no less!" The woman was already shouting as she spit on the ground at their feet.

The three clashed again, but Asta was more prepared. She swung her blade and it clashed with the swordsman's. The knife-user came in just as he had last time, but she pulled her knee up and it snapped out, landing square in his gut. He doubled over for a moment, stepping back as the other man's pressure became heavier than Asta could handle. She stepped out from under his pressing sword and began exchanging attacks with him. The vibrations as the swords met from time to time numbed her hand, though she dodged most attacks, as her falcata was hardly meant for blocking.

A few cuts for each of the fighters was all they sustained as they stared each other down, panting and sweating. Myria yelped as the first kicked her off of her prey. The long, red vixen rolled across the floor and Asta sneered, letting out a roar as she dove back into battle with the previous fighter. He took a swing at her and nearly caught her arm. No, wait, he did... his blade went clear through. He won!

Asta grinned as his blade fell through air which was definitely occupied by her limb. What he didn't know was that she had put it out for him and in his moment of shock and awe, she twisted her blade and flicked, turning the tables as her uppercut-swing cut halfway into his chest from the lower-right corner of his abdomen. She yanked it free as he fell over, a gruesome sight covered only by his torn shirt.

It was exhausting, but sometimes she had to use what little magic she knew how to. The other two hadn't quite seen what happened and she was quickly on the one who had kicked her companion, bringing her blade down on him with every ounce of power she had. He moved to block it, but his dagger was no match to block and it fell to the ground as it was knocked from his hand, giving him only a moment to recover. He backed up against a crate.

"Wait, wait, please... Don't," He pleaded. The words fell on deaf ears as a sword entered his stomach, only stopping as it struck wood behind him. Asta pulled back and flicked the blade, freeing it of most the blood as the third man approached, his own sword raised. She barely managed to avoid his swing before Myria was on him again and the two were able to dispatch of him more easily. The savage cobra fox managed to catch his throat with her teeth and he fell like a sack of potatoes. Asta stumbled slightly, falling to a knee for only a moment as blood dripped from her shoulder and abdomen. She'd sustained a few cuts, a couple deeper than she would have liked, but she was still breathing, albeit it was a bit labored. The woman looked around the room... Of course it wasn't the one they were keeping the kidnapped people in. She headed for the exit, her free hand clutching her sword arm as she stepped out, her eyes peeling the scene for Ethan, Nymira, and that boy who had blown a hole in the room. He could most certainly pack a punch - he sounded like a pile of rocks hitting the ground though, the banging hardly sounded natural. Then again, who was she to judge? Her shoulders hunched slightly as she and Myria looked for their fellow fighters, four dead bodies now left in her wake.

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

Elmera checked the laces on her boots and pulled her coat over her shoulders. Skyrim waters weren’t exactly famous for their tropical climate, she knew, so the Dunmer was sure to be fully equipped for the voyage. She clasped the sheath on her boot to secure her knife and then placed her sabre at her hip. She checked out of her room and made her way to the port. She pulled her hood up to protect her face from the cold. As far as what she was carrying went, she only had what Ashav told her to bring and a little bit of Sugar to help her along the way.

The deck thumped under her boots, but she was reassured by how solidly built the vessel was. The crew seemed interesting, but she gave them their space and did what was asked of her. Most of her time was spent at the side of the ship, watching the waters roll around them. One of their companymen seemed pretty sick, a Khajiit who didn’t seem too thrilled to be on a ship. She didn’t care to ask why, but from the sounds of it, a lot of the others in their company had recently had a bad experience.

Supposedly, they had cargo with magical equipment. She’d seen a few of the devices, but she wasn’t as well versed in the schools which enchanted them, save for the explosives, which she decided not to handle herself. They’d be better in the hands of somebody who couldn’t conjure destructive magic anyway. Finally, after a shockingly boring trip across the open water, there was a call to muster and board the ship’s dinghies. It looked like things were about to finally intensify around her, Elmera realized, looking to the ruins ahead as she climbed into the boat which she was directed to.

Something hung heavy in the air as the lift reached the floor for which is was destined and she drew her blade. This was unnerving… They were all so vulnerable crowded in here, but if they split up coming down the elevator, they’d have to face the danger at the bottom apart from each other. The doors opened and everybody was suddenly clouded in steam. Elmera waved her hand, covering her face for a moment as orders were barked. Elmera had never faced any kind of Dwemer opponent before, but she was pretty sure that regardless of what it was, she could kill it with fire. She looked to her free hand and a flame ran down her arm and finally came to fruition in her hand, forming a ball. It was too crowded, she couldn’t get a shot off due to the close quarters. The woman in front of the sorceress was taking charge, but as she dodged an attack, Elmera took aim and threw her spell into the midst of enemies. It exploded on contact – directly striking a spider and sending it sprawling across the room in multiple pieces. However, what she had failed to counter was an incoming bolt which found a home deep inside of her right thigh.

The Dunmer let out a cry of anguish and fell back as the elevator started to empty and the others took up defensive positions. She dropped her sword and a sphere charged her with a buzzing saw. Elmera tried to conjure up another spell, but it was moving so fast and the pain broke her concentration. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She muttered, scooting back to the wall, scrambling for her blade. Unfortunately, even if she had it, it wouldn’t be much help – it was more suited to slashing and she couldn’t move. It probably wouldn’t help to fight off the machines even if she wasn’t injured. “Hey!” She called out as the saw closed in on her.

Surviving: The End.

IT'S BEEN TWO DAYS AND I HAVE ONE MONTH LEFT UNTIL MY TEST. COOL YOUR TITS.

Surviving: The End.

Scout also got shit moving again, thanks >_>

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I'm being attacked halp! D:

@Vena Sera

I would, but... Oh gosh-golly me look at the time, I really must be going!