Macman253

That's up to you, I cant tell you what you need. You have to think of that.

Nords in the lore, are about as strong as a professional football player. Orcs are more like body-builders. Khajiit prefer dexterity so they often have a pair of daggers and use trickery and acrobatics. High Elves prefer spells but they either have the Bound Sword spell for melee or a sabre of some kind. The rest are pretty much their namesake. Bretons like spells, dark elves use pretty much anything, wood elves like bows, nords and orcs like two handed weapons, imperials prefer sword and shield etc,

The type of weapon more or less, a silver weapon is less effective against a human but near fatal to a vampire or werewolf. And the only thing that can kill a Ghost. But a steel sword is less likely to shatter then a glass sword but a glass sword cuts better. Get my meaning... What I prefer to do is write a character, then add the tools to make that characters profession. For example, a Nord mercenary would have Banded Iron Armor and a Steel Greatsword with a normal Steel Sword and Steel Shield as backup. He might also have a crossbow or throwing axes.

Name: Geralt Vex Race: Imperial Dhamphir (Half-Vampire) Description: Tall, muscular build. Glowing vampiric eyes when shifted to Lord Form, pure black otherwise. His hair is a deep white, trait from his half-vampire heritage. His body is covered in tattoos. Their origins are unknown to him. Armor: Normal clothing that has been armored, designed to appear as normal clothing but provide protection. He has a number of vials filled with various liquids and books for research and spells. Weapons: Silver rapier and silver dagger, crossbow with silver tipped bolts. His fangs and claws (when in Lord Form) He also possesses a number of tools for the trade, silver tipped bear traps, throwing knives and a spring loaded silver thin-blade attached to his wrist as a secret weapon. Equipment: Vials filled with potions, namely blood potions to stem his thirst and books with various spells and information hes collected on the dwemer, daedra, vampires and werewolves. Spells Known: Sun Fire (Only effective against undead and vampires) Vampire's Bane (AoE of Sun Fire) Firebolt, Fire Rune, Healing, Detect Dead/Living, Vampires sight, Vampires Seduction and Embrace The Shadows (Invisibility but can only be used once a day) Shouts Known: None Background: Geralt was the product of a vampire raping his mother, he was born with white hair, glowing eyes and fangs. His mother raised him, feeding him with her blood in a bottle. When he was ten his vampiric powers appeared in full when a group of bandits attacked their home in the wilds, he slew the four bandits but not before being able to save his mothers life. He fled into the wilds of skyrim, soon after he was discovered by a roving group of Vigilants, one of them was Geralt Vex, he saw the boy was no normal vampire. He could walk in the daylight, staying his blade and those of his companions he brought the young boy into his care. Geralt trained the young Dhamphir in combat and how to hunt the forces of evil. He took to it well, his natural vampiric powers giving him the edge and forming him into a great hunter. By fifteen years he was given special dispensation by the Vigilants that if he never fed on an unwilling human he was to be granted amnesty as long as he spent his life hunting the forces of evil in Tamriel. He has dedicated himself to avenging the deaths of the Vigilants and he adopted the name of his mentor, his former name lost to all but him and the spirits of the Vigilants.

Crossbows are not really OP, they reload slower then a bow but they hit harder then a bow. A bow on the other hand will load faster and has greater range. That is the tradeoff.

lol yeah you kinda are. No bow or crossbow or any spells. Any decent adventurer has a few spells, healing and flames etc.

approved, two more and we start

Oracle received the connection from Aria's vessel and dispatched it to Tripp, his air supply was below half and he was already showing signs of oxygen depravation. He answered the comm with a sarcastic remark. "Well hello beautiful... I was wondering if you could give me a hand... I sorta got...uhhh, ejected." He said with a whimsical tone. He glanced at his thruster power, it was mostly gone. He had one good hard burn left, he sighed and keyed over her comm channel again. "I am drifting, my suit is in EV mode and running out of air. I got maybe thirty-five minutes tops before I am done." He explained, putting his cards on the table.

Bard smiled and nodded, he walked around to the back of the carriage and sat down. Setting his weatherbeaten lute across his lap as he relaxed. His muscles began to feel much better as he sat down and stretched. It felt good to get off his road-weary feet and in the presence of companions, he idly strummed his lute and sang a tune of cheer. And who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? She answered me quite modestly: I am me mother's darling. And will you come to me mother's house, When the sun is shining clearly I'll open the door and I'll let you in. She said to me on that fair mornin'. So I went to her house in the middle of the night When the moon was shining clearly. She took me horse by the bridle and the bit And she led him to the stable Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, To eat it if he's able" Then she took me by the lily-white hand And she led me to the table "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, To drink it if you're able." He sang, the tune was foreign but it was soft and cheerful. His fingers slinked along the neck of the lute dexterously as he strummed the choords. He idly tapped his foot in rythym with the tune and smiled, he gave a wink and a smirk to the little girl that cheered at his arrival as he played, he loved children and had often dreamed of what it was like to be a father. Despite his secret desire he could never see himself settling down for the married life, his skills were not suited to that life. Maybe, in his travels if he could be fortunate enough to earn a fortune and keep it this time. He would settle but until then he was happy walking with the wind and listening to the horizons call. He stopped his singing and played his lute expertly, his fingers stretching across the strings as he played a light and feathery tune.

Tripp drew his pistol and fired a shot into the skull of a Krogan mercenary as he bounded around the corner. His armor was blood red, "The Blood Pack, We need to move out..." He said to himself. He turned to Reyes, "Evac plan delta... The mercenary companies are getting involved. Get the rest back to the Lady, I'll take care of the second objective." He commanded, Reyes nodded and gave the signal to evac. Kex and Tripp slapped their fists together, the krogans hand dwarfing Tripps. "Die well brother, if not... I'll buy the first round. Chef's brews up a nice Turian Brandy." He said, the krogan pumped his shotgun and followed after Dax and Reyes. Tripp picked up a beaten Avenger assault rifle and checked the heat sink, after grabbing a few extras he pulled the data-chip with jeeves' on it and slid it into his Omni-Tool. "Jeeves, set remove gravitic support on my command." He ordered as he tapped his Omni-Tool and the mag-lock plates built into his boots activated. The thrusters built into his Tactical Armor let off test bursts, once all nozzles were clear he gave the command. The corpses and debris around the room began to lift off the floor as the artifical gravity of the station turned off. He reached up and tapped the helmet toggle button on his neck and his face was enveloped in a metal helmet. Tripp jetted up to the ceiling and popped the vent-hatch with his Omni-blade, He slipped inside and began heading to the second position. ------------------------------------------------------------- Reyes felt the gravity release, she checked her omni-tool and turned to face the rest of the Away Team. "Captain cut the gravity, switch to Anti-Grav mode on your suits." She said as she flipped over her own Tactical Suit, a marvelous development by the Captain himself. Called the VTS-system, standing for Versatile Tactical Suit. Capable of all weather survival situations, capable of maintaining normal movements in high gravity or low and no gravity situations aswell as providing excellent ballistic and impact armor protection. Despite its advancements it was reliant on power-cells so it's use was limited to full tactical situations. Reyes started down the hallway, Oracle chimed in her ear. Oracle was the ships VI system, she managed all the day to day affairs of the crew where jeeves managed the tactical affairs. "Commander, The Captain has dropped communications." She said in Reye's ear piece, when she arrived to the corner of the hallway she cleared it with her rifle and continued. "It's most likely the discharge from the arti-grav system turning off. Kex was not well versed in anti-grav manuevers and was a tad bit unstable as he floated through the air, kicking off the floor and walls with the others but his trajectories were always askew. Dax on the otherhand had gone through extensive anti-grav combat training and happily bounced along the behind Reyes. As Reyes turned the next corner a round hit the wall next to her, she pushed off the floor and opened fire. Down the hallway were four Vorcha mercenaries that had stumbled across them. They began opening fire on them as they came around the corner. Dax peered around the corner and took aim, his rifle letting loose a powerful echo that reverberated throughout the whole hallway. The round cut down two of the Vorcha mercenaries, Reyes popped a grenade from her belt and tossed it down the hallway. The grenade rolled over and over again as it sped down the hallway and bounced off the ceiling and exploded right in the center of the remaining two Vorcha that had ducked down behind the barriers they had erected. Reyes turned to her squad as she tapped her Omni-Tool and activated her mag-lock boots. "Activate Mag-Lock!" She shouted, Kex quickly hit the boots as he sped feet first towards the wall. The powerful magnets latched to the metal plating and held him there, Dax did the same. The blast came at them like a tidal wave of energy, bits of scorched metal and burnt vorcha filled the hallway. -------------------------------------------------------------- Tripp moved quickly through the vent, in his head he counted the turns and ran a running clock. When he reached the number he sighed in relief to see another vent hatch, he kicked it in and drifted into the Vault. There it was, the Eagles had taken over an old hangar designed for Mechs and Starships. There was a large remnant of the SR-1 Normandy, what was once a part of the Engineering deck. The ship was a frigate but it took up most of the hangar. Tripp guided himself down to the deck and maglocked to the floor, he brought up his rifle and cleared the area. When he felt it was safe he walked his way up the broken hallway of the fragment of the Normandy. At the end was a terminal, it was the Black-Box terminal that kept track of the astrometrics and sensor data that the Normandy collected, but what he wanted was what the sensors collected after its destruction. This piece drifted in space for two years, its sensors collected information for The Alliance as it drifted throughout The Terminus Systems and collected information on its denizens. Black-Cloak was the program that was installed into all Alliance vessels originally designed to imbed itself into the Inter-System Communications of The Mass Relays. It was designed as an advanced distress signal but it was discovered to be more useful as a intelligence gathering program. He noticed the Eagle techs had been trying to hack into it, from the strewn about Data-Pads and tools they had been unsuccessful. When he approached he tapped the keycode in and it opened, it ejected a small data-chip and it drifted over to him. He caught it and slid it into his Omni-Tool, the box began to beep as the numerical display counted down from one minute. "s***!" He yelled as he unlocked the mag-locks and pushed off the ground, his heart pounded as he sped down the lengthy hallway. The timer ticking off in his head. "Forty five seconds..." He said as he keyed over his thrusters, the hallway was long and it would be tight but he put more juice into the thrusters. Hoping to clear the tunnel before the blast vaporizes him. He felt himself sweat heavily as he moved, the tension rising inside of him. "Twenty two..." He counted, just as he rounded the last corner of the deck he saw an Asari woman and a human male drifting up the hallway. Their uniforms were most certainly that of The Eagles. 's***! He's one of the infiltrators!" Screamed the human as he fumbled for his side arm, Tripp dialed down on him with his rifle and put three shots into his chest. The asari hit him square in the torso with a biotic throw that forced him hard into the bulkhead. He felt his armor crack and his HUD went on the fritz. "Frak... display is out..." He said as he tapped the helmet to collapse. His biotics spiked and he hit her with the slam power. She slammed hard into the ceiling and then was forced down towards the floor, Tripp kicked off the wall and slipped past her unconcious body and out into the wider Hangar. "Jeeves! Decompress the chamber and begin broadcasting our position to Aria's ship!" He yelled, Jeeves chimed in. "Sir I recommend against that..." He tapped his helmet and sealed his suit, the door opened and a large squad of Battle-Drones entered the hangar. When they saw him they began to open-fire, "JUST DO IT!" He yelled, a few seconds later the Hangar doors began to open. The debris began to fly towards the opening, Tripp flipped his thrusters to full and began to bound down the flat expanse of the Hangar, pieces of metal scrap raced past him. The large fragment of The Normandy began to move aswell. Its large bulk wouldn't be spaced but the materials around it would. The drones continued to fire at him as he raced for the opening. He turned around, the avenger in one hand and Bianca in the other as he fired back at the drones with both weapons. The bullets rittled the drones, putting some of them down and the others ducking for cover. He felt himself get ejected from the station and drift into space, he set his thrusters to computer controlled, he set his trajectory and checked his air supply. The readout on his Omni-Tool said he had an hours worth of air. Jeeves chimed in, "Sir, the Lady is unavailible for pickup. Aria's vessel has yet to respond to our hail... I will keep trying." He said, Tripp sighed as he drifted in space. He watched as the vessels exchanged fire with one another... "Well... could be worse..." He said to himself, Jeeves began to play music for him as he waited.

Bard chuckled, he understood that and he was fully capable of sustaining himself. "My fair lady, I have wandered many places and I am fully capable of taking care of myself. My name is Bard, All I ask for is travelling companions... I seek no food nor shelter." He said with a gentle smile, he noticed the group was well armed and hardened by years of warfare. A look he had seen on many faces, but the look that was on their faces was that of grief. "They lost a companion, but not to battle." He deduced from their faces, their movements were heavy with grief and guilt. He smiled wide, his teeth were white and his looks handsome but he knew those would not cheer up the travellers. Bard had a innate knack for reading people, it was a trait he learned early in his childhood and it served him well in the militia aswell as in life afterwards. He also had a unique skill to bring cheer to those without it and hope to the hopeless. "I also offer my services, your party seems downtrodden. I am fair with a lute and song, I am a good cook aswell." He said, the truth was that he was an excellent cook. His father owned a tavern and his mother had taught him quite a lot but the majority he learned from his life as a bachelor. When you have no wife to cook for you, you tend to learn how to cook on your own. "My real reasons for asking is simple, I seek adventures. Those which I can write of and may someday become great legends. That and my feet hurt..." He said as he patted the large tome strapped across his chest with a leather strap and a light chuckle.

Bard sat on a nearby rock as he strummed his lute, idly flicking choords and humming a lyricless tune. When the carriage approached he bowed to the driver, the woman was beautiful but she had an air of authority to her. It intrigued him but he knew she would never fall for his wile charms. He rolled the lute in his hand as he bowed, a formal yet courtly bow. "Fair tidings travellers, I wish to ask of your companionship... I am assuming you are headed to Llorkh aswell as am I. You look like you could use a man skilled with blade to stave off the many brigands and a man skilled with song to stave off this lonesome road..." He said, his accent a cheerful tune. Not his natural but filtered with many different accents from many lands. His boots were worn from many years on the road and his sword, while elegantly crafted had seen many battles. He rose up from his bow and ran a hand through his hair to flatten the long blonde hair back over his head to reveal his attractive and rugged face. His right hand was oddly wrapped in cloth as if bandaged but no blood was present on the cloth itself, only the tips of his fingers were bare to the elements. Despite his rough appearence he was kind and cheerful, his icy blue eyes darting to all the members of the caravan. Standing still on the dark skinned and fair haired Drow, she was as exotic as she was beautful and he planned to get to know her quite intimately. He laid his hand on his satchel full of old scrolls and the thick tome lashed around his body like a wizards spellbook. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lokii stood up from his place next to the dead vampires, the overcast had gone away and the bodies began to burn in the sunlight. His companions were moving to slow and with Weyland in their presence his time with them would be full of tension and blades at one-anothers backs. He sheathed his blade and clapped his hands together, at his feet a summoning circle appeared and etched itself into the stone he was standing upon. He smirked as The White Lady's corpse began to blaze and a mighty black steed sprung forth from the flames with a evil whinny as it came from the depths of hell itself. Its eyes, mane, tail and hooves were wreathed in flame. Along its sides were glowing Dark Speech runes, Lokii calmly walked up to the evil beast and gently rubbed its long nose. "Ruin, my old friend... come. We have evil to seek and destroy..." He spoke to the Dreadmare, Ruin the Dreadmare was the horselord of Asmodeus' own herd of Nightmares. Using his sorcery he freed the tainted steed of Lucifer. Captured and enslaved when Lucifer fell eons ago it was a prize for any devil to possess. Now Ruin rides for Lokii despite its evil nature it seeks revenge for the wrongs done to it, inside the fell creatures beating heart rested a bound spirit, a spirit of vengeance and rage that drove the steed on and heard its riders call from any plane or any distance. Lokii stepped alongside the animal and grabbed a chunk of mane and hoisted himself into the saddle. "Hyaah!" He roared and Ruin reared up, when he planted all four hooves to the earth he shot off on the road to Llorkh. At a pace that would outrun a dragon, he could feel the presence of the vampires that attacked him. He followed their scent, and sought their lair to bring his justice to them.

Well, go pick up a game at Half Priced Books that would be on Steam

Just create an account, you don't need to purchase games

Lokii will be back, I am not getting rid of him. He may come back as a background character or even for a string of adventures. He will kinda flow in and out... just to spice up the RP. Bard is my main and ill swap out to Lokii sometimes and RP as both of them aswell (be prepared for long posts) so understand I am not getting rid of him today... if the story I have built around him goes (somewhat) as planned.... he will be gone but hopefully when he goes your opinions of him will change.

Yeah, and no ones on to chat :wink: I feel so lonely lol. My net at home is wonky so I wont be able to get on much in the foreseeable future or atleast until I can fix it. So don't be afraid if I don't post for a few days.

Bard, a handsome man with long blonde hair walked the road to Llorkh, leaving Loudwater in his trail. He sang a song of drink and the affections of women. His mind racing back to the night before, where his head still swam in late night romps with the barmaids of The Drunken Rat and gallons of mead. Despite his humble profession his apparel was more akin to that of a sellsword, with a bastard sword strapped to his back along with a bow and quiver he seemed more like a mercenary then a Bard. His lute hung loosely from his side as he walked, his voice melodious and cheerful. "Oh for a brave and a gallant ship, And a fair an' a fav'rin' breeze, With a bully crew an' a captain to To carry me o'er the seas; To carry me o'er the seas, me boys, To me true love far away, For I'm takin' a trip on a Government ship Ten thousand miles away." Sang the Bard, his recent travels through the seas. Many of the songs he had learned he learned aboard ship. His mind drifted to the Pirate Queen and his affections for her. In the distance he could see a small caravan, the fork in the road that brought them together is where he decided to wait. The eclectic group of races in that walked with the caravan spoke one word to him "Adventure..." He thought as he made his way to intercept their caravan, the carriage looked laden down with supplies and a nice spot on the back of it for him to plant his arse and rest his road-weary feet.

yup macargile is me... hi! Ill work Lokii out of the story and Bard into it.

My alternate character then Lokii, I understand he is too adventurous and often leaves the group so I re-wrote this guy to provide the tension the party desires aswell as staying more homebound, somewhat. But don't be surprised to find him laying in a bed with five barmaids totally naked and reeking of mead. With this character I plan on making you die of laughter aswell as want to kill him. Name: Bard Race: Human Age: 27 Class: Fighter/Bard Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: Place of Origin: Loudwater Appearance: Handsome but rugged features, various scars from his days as a duelist. Long blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Armor/Clothing: Jacket with armored leather plating sewn into it to give him dexterity aswell as protection. Weapon: Broadsword and Dirk, longbow with quiver and a buckler. His lute... Personality: Bard is known for his quick wit and silver tongue, he's quick to anger and good with the fairer sex. He has little reverence for life and cares more for himself then others, he can be callous and cold to those he meets for the first time unless they prove to be useful to his purposes. History: Bard's background is never really known, sometimes he says he was a prestigious musician that made one too many bad business calls. In some stories the Infamous Bard is in exile with a noblemen out for revenge for the seduction of his wife by The Bard. Some say he wanders seeking the Great Ballad and adventure with which to write his tales and retire a famous author and poet. What is drifting amongst the rumors of the common folk is all partially the truth, the real truth is that they are all correct and wrong. The history of The Bard is varied for sure, none living know his name and he only ever introduces himself as Bard. Proficient with blade and courtly wit what he cannot steal, seduce, kill or charm he utterly gives up on. Some say he is insane, touched in the head. Others call him The Adventurous Bard, some call him The Infamous Bard. One thing for sure, Bard is a true rogue and scoundrel but when he commits himself to a cause he rarely gives it up, he seeks adventure and wealth by day, the love and warmth of a woman by night.

Alright, damn there goes my wandering Bard... lol Been playing The Bards Tale so lol. My steam info is my username here... Pretty simple.

I have noticed my character has caused some trouble with other Rper's here so if you would rather me start off with a new character just let me know. I have an alternate character on the mind that is far more sociable and more group-friendly.

Lokii departed Loudwater, he had left sometime before the party to get a head start. He wasn't a few miles outside of Loudwater when a small group of Men with a woman approached. The womans skin was pasty white and her eyes shadowed in darkness, she held a long blade up and smirked. Her companions all as white as her, they smelled of death and blood. "Vampires..." He said softly as he drew his hood over his eyes. His hand reached up and grasped the hilt of his sword, he felt his vigour renewed as the energy from the skull flowed through him. The White Lady laughed evilly, her blade risen in a defensive stance. "You are The Planeswalker, you possess a powerful artifact. Hand it over or be slaughtered..." She commanded, the woman was accustomed to leadership but to Lokii she was just a spoiled woman with a false sense of power. He knew Vampires were weak to sunlight, he glanced up to see a heavy overcast. He drew The Sword Of Souls and charged his hand with Eldricht Energy. "Come and take it Witch..." He spoke defiantly, his mind flashed as he predicted she would send two of her four companions to attack him. He could feel the power of the skull course through his veins. The White Lady growled and bared her long fangs, she snapped her fingers and two of the Vampire men attacked. Lokii launched a bolt of dark energy into the chest of the first Vampire and he exploded in a cloud of mist that quickly whisked away into the distance. The second was faster then he thought him to be, his sword cleaving across Lokii's chest and drawing his thick black blood. Lokii growled in pain and smashed the Vampire in the face with the hilt of his sword, the beast clinched his face and reeled. Lokii took that opportunity to wreath his blade in eldricht energy and swiped across the bloodsuckers neck. Cleaving his head from his shoulders and turning the Vampire into ash. The White Lady hissed in hatred and anger, she drew a whip from behind her lower back. On the end of the whip were three long daggerblades, she cracked the whip and the blades sliced across his face. Rending the flesh and stripping it away clean, she arched back and cracked it again. Lokii's supernatural reflexes quickly grasped the whip and he pulled on it hard, sending her off balance as he swiped his blade at her neck. She ducked the strike and kicked him back with a quick kick that sent him sliding along the loose earth. The two other vampires lunged at him, Lokii whispered the invocation that turned his dark lightning into a freezing blast. His hand enveloped itself in a freezing aura, he clinched his fist and let loose a cone of cold energy that froze the first Vampire solid as he walked forward, he idly smashed the frozen beast with his gauntleted glove that fractured him into thousands of shards of ice and flesh. The final Vampire swiped at him in three rapid strikes, Lokii parried them with his sword and gauntlet. He loosed a blast of dark energy as he struck the ground. The energy dispersed in a wave, the wave took the Vampire off its feet and it struck the ground hard. Lokii kept walking towards The White Lady, he idly swiped his blade that cleaved its head from its shoulders, thus rendering it to ash. The White Lady swiped at him with her blade feebly, a dark coldness ran up her spine as The Planeswalker effortlessly killed four of her best men. Lokii gripped the blade and twisted it until it snapped, he grasped her around the neck with his offhand and lifted her off her feet. His eyes radiated dark energy, it steamed off his body as his rage fueled the darkness within him. "Welcome to hell Witch..." He said coldly as he stabbed his blade into her chest, her soul filtered into the blade. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head and the dark necromantic powers that formed her into a Vampire transferred with the soul as the Skull devoured it. He dropped the corpse of the Vampire and pulled his blade free of the corpse. Lokii picked up her whip and admired it, he latched it across his chest and decided to wait for his companions at the site of the battle.

Tripp drew his pistol as gunfire erupted from the barricade. He came around to find a large group of Vorcha and humans in a firefight with his crew, he hated being backed into a corner like this. He tapped his Omni-tool and his body became wreathed in tech-armor. He sighted in on a Vorcha loading a grenade launcher and fired two shots into his heart and put another round through his head. Reyes bashed a Vorcha with the stock of her rifle and dropped another with a quick burst to the chest. Kex's shotgun spewed shrapnel that ripped the unarmored Vorcha apart as he smirked wide. The first assault was driven back, bodies of humans and Vorcha littered the hallway, Kex pumped the shotgun's heat sink out and smirked as the barrel of his shotgun glowed bright red. Tripp chuckled and tossed him a cigar, Kex lit it with the hot barrel of his shotgun and waited. It would be awhile before the next assault. Tripp brought up his Omni-Tool and began uploaded targeting commands for the decks auto-defense systems. He uploaded their ID signatures in the FOF system. "And we kick them while their down... in five...four...three." He counted as the turrets activated and sighted in. "Two...one.." He said as he lit up a cigarette and the guns began to target the Vorcha gathered in the promenade. The Eagle's backed out of the main Promenade but not after sustaining prominent losses. "That is the end of those guys, they will probably send drones in next. Load up EMP rounds..." He said as he holstered Bianca and shut off his Tech Armor.

Rhaine and the lady tore out of the tavern at the news of someones death, He got up. Tossed a silver on the table and followed, there he found an elven woman resting against a tree. Carved into the wood of the tree was a elegantly written message. He did not know the woman but she seemed to die in peace, secretly he envied her. He bowed his head in respect. Good deaths are so hard to obtain, and to do it on your own terms is a good way to die. He spoke a few words in Gith, the words his people spoke to help pass on the spirits of the dead. "Walk the many planes in peace and harmony, may you always have a sword at your side and the wind at your back." He said as he placed his fist across the center of his chest. He did not know the woman and by her allies reactions she was well liked. It's sad he never got to meet her. He looked over to see Weyland mourning with the rest, out of respect of he dead he paid no mind to him and their distrust of one another. "I will leave you to your grief..." He said as he turned away, he hardened his heart for fear of getting close as he departed he looked to the elven woman. "Rest well..." He said as he left to gather supplies for their trip.

Lokii's pointed ears perked up as he heard they were leaving soon, he turned his head and leaned in. "Shadowdale?" He asked, curious about the city. "What do you know of this city?" He asked, his plate empty and his tea gone. He was known for being a punctual eater, spending many years drifting lead him to sleep little and eat fast. His shyness gone at the prospect of moving on. He liked Jazeera but his mission meant more to him, Shadowdale sounded like a place that was a den of evil folk. Barabas chuckled in his ear, "Or it just has a dark name, not every foreboding place has a den of vice and villainy..." Barabas added, he sighed as if reminiscing. "Not anymore..." He said as he faded back into his skull. His prison for eternity, in spirit form he could not create lasting Pacts to escape but he could feed off the black souls Lokii will be sending too him. "If I am going to be stuck in this place for eternity might aswell have all the tastiest souls I could ever wish... Will make the time a lot more enjoyable." He thought as he floated in circles around Lokii's head, he brooded to the thought of how things have changed. Now he could relax and not have to worry of spies and enemies when he de-throned Asmodeus, he could siphon the Blackest of souls to his private plane within the skull... to do with them as he wished. Lokii sought to punish them and Lucifer did exactly that, only not out of a sense of duty he just enjoyed it. Lokii chuckled in his on mind, "Meaning you are finally accepting your fate and essentially retiring from being a Arch-Devil? How Ironic... here I thought you would do everything in your power to escape and kill me yet here you are, lounging in your own private plane of hell inside a skull that also functions as your prison, here you punish the wicked souls that I destroy. We make an odd pair don't we?" He thought as he silently drank his cup of tea. Barabas laughed and slinked back into his skull for some private time.