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Elder Scrolls: Skingrad Company

Didn't realise we were up and running! Sorry that post got a bit longer than I'd like.

Elder Scrolls: Skingrad Company

No one saw me. No one saw me. No one saw me. Every inch of Neras wanted to break out into a run. He walked quickly, stiffly through the streets, his heart pounding like a drum, his eyes darting constantly about him and there was a tremor to his hands. The Dunmer hadn't been able to help himself.

Who would of thought after so many years he would see a copy of it again? Just lying there innocently and unnoticed upon the shop's bookshelf. Neras' hand had reached out of thoughtless instinct. He knew the feel of the cover, the soft inscriptions upon it's spine, after all this time. He opened it and then he read.

Whosoever findeth this document, I call him brother.

For a moment the words of Mankar Camoran had brought him back to so long ago, to the secrets and rituals and promises he'd made, promises he'd broken. And then the spell was broken, Neras had frozen, suddenly aware of his surroundings. Aware of his foolishness. He'd shut the book, slowly put it back, feeling as if a thousand eyes resting on him. Turned, then he practically ran for it. Leaving the Mythic Dawn Commentaries behind him.

A string of muttered curses left Neras' mouth now. How could he have been so foolish? All these years, always careful, always checking! He tried to calm himself as he turned a sharp corner into an alleyway away from any watchful eyes, then tried to relax. No one saw me. And then a hand caught his shoulder.

Neras whirled at once, a dagger summoned to his hand and up to the throat of his would-be-assailant. It was the boys' terrified expression saved his life. Neras blinked, he recognised the youth from the Skingrad company and realised his mistake, releasing the lad's shirt he let the dagger fade away into mist.

"S-sorry." Neras stammered.

"The boss has called a meeting." The boy blurted out before turning and sprinting away from Neras, who could hardly blame him. The Dunmer sighed, then shakily he made his way back to the mercenary building. All a reminder he would never stop being afraid.

Once inside Neras followed his instinctive tendency to cling to corners, his plain, shabby clothes making him seem dull compared to the rest. He was almost himself again, that is regular amount of paranoia and fear, when the door was burst open unceremoniously. Neras flinched backwards, scambling, the dagger appearing, then once more disappearing as he composed himself then spat in anger.

"Come back when you're house trained you..." Neras trailed off and shrunk back as he saw the bruise on the armoured woman's face and took in her general temperament. And size. He then thought it best to side with her. "That is to say, why have you summoned us today Quintus?"

Elder Scrolls: Skingrad Company

Neras Vesuius

Neras Vesuius

Race:
Dark Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 68

Appearance:


Personality:

Neras is a cavalcade of different emotions, and he often comes across as something of a furtive, fractured person. He feels deep regret for the actions of his youth and has quite a calm (almost wearisome) temperament about him. But his experiences have left deep scars upon Neras, witnessing the firery desolate vistas of oblivion takes it's toll on the mind, even all those years later.

Neras is far from completely shed of his old ways though, in spite of his hopes for redemption. He still possesses a manipulative cunning about him and will aim to bend and break rules to get ahead at every opportunity.

Class:
Major:
- Conjuration
- Blade
- Sneak

Minor
- Illusion
- Block
- Heavy Armour
- Acrobatics

Equipment:
Neras usually travels quite light, wearing a shabby set of robes. When in combat though he invariably conjures weapons and armour for himself. On his person though he does usually carry some general odds and ends, a handful of septims, some wine and Quill of Gemination.

History:

Neras was only 19 when he joined the Mythic Dawn. Full of all the misplaced anger and ideals so typical of the young. The Dunmer eagerly soaked in the words of Mankar Camoran and pledged his life to the cause seeing himself and the cult as above the rest of Tamriel, awaiting the glorious ascension...Reality was to hit him hard.

As the Oblivion crisis progressed Neras gradually started to become disillusioned with the cult, it was one thing to preach the destruction of the world, quite another to actually see it happen. Whispers reached him of how their promised paradise was anything but, speaking with Daedra and reading the Mysterium Xarses had a profound effect on him and by the time of the battle for the Imperial City Neras was nowhere to be seen.

Though Mehrunes Dagon failed and Mankar was slain, life did not improve for Neras who was forced into hiding and ever on the move. Constantly he had to look over his shoulder for not only Imperials or the blades but resurgent members the Mythic Dawn looking to punish his desertion. To say nothing of the fact that it isn't ever wise to betray a Daedric Prince...

Although life did go on for Neras there was a thought that ever troubled him and which no amount of wine could make it go away. Haunted by dreams and visions of a paradise that was not, and no longer was. In a fit of rage and madness Neras hatched a plan concocted of half-remembered, forbidden knowledge. And now he finds himself with a magical quill in his possession enrolled in a certain mercenary company.

Elder Scrolls: Skingrad Company

Ah this looks like it could be some fun, lemmie know if you want anything changed

Neras Vesuius

Neras Vesuius

Race:
Dark Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 68

Appearance:


Personality:

Neras is a cavalcade of different emotions, and he often comes across as something of a furtive, fractured person. He feels deep regret for the actions of his youth and has quite a calm (almost wearisome) temperament about him. But his experiences have left deep scars upon Neras, witnessing the firery desolate vistas of oblivion takes it's toll on the mind, even all those years later.

Neras is far from completely shed of his old ways though, in spite of his hopes for redemption. He still possesses a manipulative cunning about him and will aim to bend and break rules to get ahead at every opportunity.

Class:
Major:
- Conjuration
- Blade
- Sneak

Minor
- Illusion
- Block
- Heavy Armour
- Acrobatics

Equipment:
Neras usually travels quite light, wearing a shabby set of robes. When in combat though he invariably conjures weapons and armour for himself. On his person though he does usually carry some general odds and ends, a handful of septims, some wine and Quill of Gemination.

History:

Neras was only 19 when he joined the Mythic Dawn. Full of all the misplaced anger and ideals so typical of the young. The Dunmer eagerly soaked in the words of Mankar Camoran and pledged his life to the cause seeing himself and the cult as above the rest of Tamriel, awaiting the glorious ascension...Reality was to hit him hard.

As the Oblivion crisis progressed Neras gradually started to become disillusioned with the cult, it was one thing to preach the destruction of the world, quite another to actually see it happen. Whispers reached him of how their promised paradise was anything but, speaking with Daedra and reading the Mysterium Xarses had a profound effect on him and by the time of the battle for the Imperial City Neras was nowhere to be seen.

Though Mehrunes Dagon failed and Mankar was slain, life did not improve for Neras who was forced into hiding and ever on the move. Constantly he had to look over his shoulder for not only Imperials or the blades but resurgent members the Mythic Dawn looking to punish his desertion. To say nothing of the fact that it isn't ever wise to betray a Daedric Prince...

Although life did go on for Neras there was a thought that ever troubled him and which no amount of wine could make it go away. Haunted by dreams and visions of a paradise that was not, and no longer was. In a fit of rage and madness Neras hatched a plan concocted of half-remembered, forbidden knowledge. And now he finds himself with a magical quill in his possession enrolled in a certain mercenary company.