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Lokii did not utter a single word the entire trip. He knew Amendale and Weyland were watching him, they did not trust him and he knew they would not understand. He knew they could not understand the curse that befell him. They could not understand what it was like to be hunted just for being what you were, to be ostracized for a crime you did not willingly commit. The demon laughed at that thought, a sick pleasure of his was to revel in his slaves pain at the loss of his family. He called himself Githyanki but he was not a follower of the Lich Queen, the night of his species near destruction was foggy to him. He believed it to be Githzerai but now, having a new purpose brought him some clarity. He began to doubt what he saw, knowing Barabas what he actually saw could be anything. "You dwell too much on the past slave, you must leave such things behind." Spoke Barabas from the deep recesses of his mind, the demon twitched with excitement at the opportunity to taunt his slave. The pain nearly made Lokii wretch as it caught him off guard. He rode his rented steed away from the party and decided it would be best to travel alongside them, in view but not apart of them. "Leave me be you foul demon! I do your bidding yet you taunt me!" He growled to himself, he could feel the demon move again and this time he did wretch and gag. He felt as if his insides were turning over and being kicked by giants. He could feel the demon seethe with anger at his defiance. It moved its way from his stomach and wrapped around his heart and squeezed. His body went stiff and he fell off his horse with a loud thud. Lokii got up to his knees before the chains enveloped him, the pain was intense. Before him the demon revealed his true form in only a vision. His form took the shape of a muscular red skinned man with large curved black horns and pointed fangs. His eyes glowed a flaming red and his hair was black as night. "You are mine to command slave! You will do as I ask or suffer my wrath, you place to much loyalty with that Chosen Of Kelemvor... He spoke as he backhanded Lokii across the face hard enough to cause his lips to bleed. "Do you not understand, they will kill you once your use has met its end. Namely those two humans that followed us... I saw murder in his eyes and trust me..." He said in a deep sultry voice as he licked his lips with a black forked tongue. "I know murder... You have not shown and ounce of loyalty to your master and that pains me... I always believed we could be allies. You have my powers while I feed off the tortured souls of your wife and son... He taunted with a sick sense of ecstasy. Lokii glared at him defiantly, he spit blood at the demons face but it just passed through the phantom. Barabas laughed and struck him again, "You have a fire about you that I relish... full of pain and black torment.. It makes your soul even that more delicious. I crave souls slave, black souls." He smiled evilly as a thought came to him. Barabas leaned down to Lokii and touched him on the forehead, his body began to contort in extreme pain as the tip of his finger burned his skin like wildfire. "My rival, Mephistopheles has a cult in the next city. I want you to find it, infiltrate it and destroy it. Slaughter all its patrons and retrieve the black heart of its founder. Let me feast on their souls and you will have proven your loyalty... Do this slave.. or.. He spoke with an evil smile as flames roared up to reveal the spirits of his wife and son. They screamed in agony as flames burned them, their skins turning black and just when they were close to death they vanished again along with Barabas. The chains faded and he stood. Lokii caught his breath and remounted his horse as he traveled ahead of the party to Loudwater, arriving as soon as he could to begin his mission and hopefully keep the demon satisfied. His vigor renewed by the demons words, not out of loyalty but out of determination to see his mission complete.

I can agree, I have insomnia and night terrors. Don't sleep well if ever.

Lokii listened to all their arguments intently, his anger seethed at the one that said he sacrificed his family and his people. His gauntleted fist clinched tight, eldricht energy began to swell around him and his mind filled with images of his family. Of his beautiful wife and son and their brutal end he was forced to watch. He growled in anger and glared at the loud mouthed man. "Calm yourself slave, killing him will only impede your objective." Spoke Barabas in his usual rough voice. Lokii's anger did not fade, it grew. The demon moved inside of him. The pain forced his anger away. "You will do as I command slave!" Ordered Barabas, Lokii complied and stepped away from the group. He began to walk towards the gate before he forgot his good nature and took the mans life. He followed after the Thri-Kreen, leaving behind those that would likely place a dagger in his spine then try to get to understand him. "They do not know the truth of It and they must never know the truth of it..." He thought as he walked, his mind drifting to the night the demon forced him to slaughter his family and betray his people. The night he lost his sense of honor, The Lich Queen's forces seeking him not only for his crimes but for his power. Hunted by everyone across the planes and realms. Hated by the darkness and the light... He could not help but feel this situation would be no different. He stopped and turned, looking at Rhaine. "Do not worry, I will not trouble your party more then I must. My presence troubles them far more..." He says to her and then turns back to towards the gate.

Lokii came out of the grocers with a satchel full of fresh water and food, he slung it over his back and tied it off. Strapped across his torso was a great tome. The tome itself was bound in a strange leathery material with bone where metal would be. The book seemed to have been written by a evil sorcerer, carved into the bone was runes matching those on his armor and blade. He noticed the party gathering and the new additions all seemed to be interested in him, he walked over calmly to join them as Rhaine explained their journey. "The Dalelands, that is a journey..." He added once he heard of that being their destination. He drew the black leather hood over his face to shield it from the view of the Clerics in the background as they began to sing praises of Torm, the God Of Paladins. All of the clerics were garbed in armor and escorted by Paladins. He knew if they see him things would be bad, his gauntleted hand grasped the small locket around his neck as he spoke low to himself in Gith. The aura of evil that followed him significantly lessened and nearly faded. "That should keep me from their scrying." He thought as the Invocation took effect.

Most of the Barabas is a voice in his head so when its slanted text that is thought. If I started new paragraph with everything my posts would be very very long and my hands cant take that. Carpel Tunnel... its a curse

Lokii nodded, "I swear, on my families souls that I will do everything in my power to prevent that." Lokii knew that Rhaine was fiercely protective of her companions. The Thri-Kreen was interesting to him. Compassionate yet stern, traits he knew well and respected in a warrior. Lokii looked to the sky, feeling the changing winds. He couldn't help feel the darkness gather. But the threat of evil was always present, his people knew that well. Even though his powers stem from dark places he silently vowed to use them to defeat the evil that beset him and his new allies. Barabas menacing chuckles filled his mind, "The Doomguide knows more then she is letting on, she has doubts as to my word. I can respect that, Go my slave, follow her and her companions and find those artifacts. It is the only way you will be freed of your Infernal Contract and the souls of your family are restored. Do NOT fail me slave." Threatened the demon. Lokii nodded, acknowledging Barabas' command. "Tell me more of you and this Blood War?" He asked, the demon stirred within him. "I shall not speak of myself but The Blood War is the war between Demons and Devils, a war between the Lower Planes. Demons and Devils have battled for territory and sport for eons. At times it spills over into the mortal planes but rarely we travel there unless summoned by a misguided mortal being seeking power... such as yourself." He explained, despite his disgust of mortals he knew that Lokii needed to know whatever he could to aid him. "Tell me of the two artifacts I must recover, the dagger and the amulet?" He asked the demon, Barabas moved once again but only slightly. "The Dagger is rumored to be in the hands of the leader of a guild of assassins, the amulet I cannot detect... It may not be on this plane but its power is great and useful to you. The Dagger of Torxul on the other hand should be your target. The dagger is a ritual blade, used in some of the darkest rituals in the Nine Hells. It has gathered countless souls and would be a powerful weapon on the planes of hell." Lokii thought long and hard on this subject. Feeling the Cursed Blood In him weaken him further he decided to rest. Barabas went silent and he turned to Rhaine. "Might I ask where I could go to stay? I must meditate and rest, the Cursed Blood is taxing me..." He asked.

Lokii's eyes glowed as the demon spoke once again, "Kelemvor has blessed you Chosen, but to exorcise me requires more then holy power... Barabas is only one of my names. I was once called The Prince Of Demons. I offer you this Chosen, you take no pity on the Gith but this slave will follow you, he will do as I tell him to and whatever you command of him. Despite your feelings he will do as he is told, he has far more to loose then you may know." Explained Barabas, Lokii finally stood to his full height, his large greatsword acting as a cane. He forced himself to kneel before the woman, his large runic gauntlet over his chest. "I ask that you accept his bargain... if you do not. I will be to the subject of his wrath..." He said as he peered into her eyes, "You are known to my people but I am also in exile from them. When I made the pact my families blood signed the agreement. Aswell as half the souls of my people..." Lokii explained as he lowered his head, an act of submission he despised. He swore that he would never bow before anyone and now he is forced to do a demons bidding and become the slave of a Chosen Of Kelemvor, a renowned slayer of Gith. Lokii's hand rested on the greatsword, the hilt had a large skull imbedded into it. The eyes of the skull glowed, the demonic energy that once came from him now resided in the skull. On a rooftop nearby, overlooking the scene. Jazeera watched as the Traitor bowed before the Chosen, her black rage fueling the fires of vengeance that burned inside of her. She remembered the demon that walked inside the Gith before her. The Forever Exiled, The Eternal Planeswalker... He has been called many names but to his people he is The Betrayer, Lokii. The Gith woman watched, her hands rested on the hilts of a pair of silvered blades. Her masters called for his heart and the demon within him, Demogorgon. She turned to heed her masters call, slipping into a cloud of black and fading from view. "My plans are coming to fruition..." She thought as she ordered the Gith assassins to strike. A feeling of dread crawled up Lokii's spine as he felt them come, The Black Order. He quickly stood, his vigor renewed. Four large black clouds hit the earth nearby and black leather clad Gith men stepped out carrying various weapons of assassination. The lead drew a slightly curved blade and held it in an inversed position. "Jazeera sends her farewells Planeswalker!" He yelled before his men charged at Lokii. Lokii growled and raised his hand, the first he gripped under his telekinetic grip and flung skyward. Another drew his blades and charged, slicing at him wildly but Lokii was faster, moving around the attacked and parrying them with his greatsword, he wielded it as if it was made of air. When the Gith Assassin's blades struck the silvered metal dark purple sparks spewed from the weapon. The eyes of the skull radiated dark energy and the runes on Lokii's gauntlet began to glow brightly. The Assassin pressed the attack but he pressed to hard, as he sliced at Lokii's chest he left his abdomen exposed. With a quick movement bordering on near invisible speeds Lokii parried the strike and speared the assassin on the large blade. The leader of the assassins clapped his hands and mock saluted, "You truly are a great swordsmen Planeswalker, such skill is befitting The Betrayer. Tell me? When you lead our people against the Ilithid's and freed us did you always plan to betray us or was it just simple opportunity?" Asked the assassin, clearly taunting Lokii. Lokii burned with anger, "I never betrayed our people! I made my mistake and my family paid the price for it... the destruction of our people was unforeseen to me." He replied, his face full of regret as he says this to the assassin. "The Black Order has been hunting you for sometime, only a few remain who were there those many centuries ago... You are merely a frightening tale we tell our children now. But some remain who know and still hunt. We will meet again Lokii. On that day... one of us will fall." Taunted the Assassin as he and his remaining companion vanished in the same cloud of darkness that brought them here. Lokii sheathed his sword as he sensed they had left this plane. "Damn them..." He said to himself as he turned to Rhaine. He strapped his sword to his back and folded his arms across his chest, "Do you see now Chosen Of Kelemvor? I am not your enemy, I am hunted just as much as you are... but by a greater threat. I must clear my name and only by siding with you and your companions can I exile this demon from within me and return the souls of my family... I ask of you not as an enemy, not as a demon but as a fellow Warrior." He offered his gauntleted hand to her, waiting for her reply.

Lokii growled in pain as he felt the demon stir, his insides were on fire. The pain rocketing through his body, his eyes began to glow as the demon spoke for him. "I am Barabas, Exiled Lord Of Hell. This is my slave, he will be my vessel. I offer you his services in exchange for a future item that you will come across. Do not ask what it is, that is not for you to know. Do you accept this agreement?" Spoke the demon, the demons voice coming from his mouth was a new experience for Lokii. His body began to contort again as Barabas moved inside of him, black spiderweb like veins appears along his flesh as the demon poured his toxic blood into his body. He could feel his heart pounding inside of him. Eldricht energy began to burn from him as Lokii resisted the demons torment. "I will not be bartered like some cheap slave!" He thought as his own power began to manifest and burn off the demonic blood. Barabas laughed him off, "Foolish slave! You will do as I command of you or there will be consequences!" Growled the demon in anger, the faint spirits of a Githyanki woman and a small Githyanki child appeared in front of him, wreathed in flame and screaming in torment. "You will remember our pact Warlock, you sought power from me and you paid the price... You wish for your soul and that of your families returned you will do as I command!" Yelled the demon inside his head, and with that his act of defiance was stamped out. Unholy chains erupted from the ground and wrapped around his body and neck. "Resist no further Warlock, you know who will pay for your defiance!" Yelled Barabas through his voice. The spectacle drew much attention, Lokii relented his rebellion. He could not let his pride make his family suffer. "I will do as you command, Master." He said reluctantly, as he did so the demons influence released and he went silent for a time. He got to his feet slowly, softly as his body was still very weak. He looked up to Rhaine as he stood, "My master wishes an answer..." he spoke between heavy breaths.

Lokii looked up at the man that seemed to shake off Barabas' influence, the pain of the demonic blood became greater. His body began to contort and convulse as the demon toyed with him and laughed at him. "Let go of me! I will not give in you cursed demon!" He thought as his body and muscles began to convulse and his bones began to crack under the strain. His muscles tore and his blood started to darken. The Demon Blood was killing him and he knew it yet he was powerless. He stared into the strangers eyes, hating that he was defenseless and surrounded by enemies. "I...mean...no...harm." He said as he struggled with speech between bouts of raw torment. His body seemed as if it was tearing itself apart.

Lokii growled to himself as he came in through the south gate. The infection of the demon's blood was heavy, making him weak. He could feel his stomach turn as the demon moved inside of him. It was a disgusting feeling he never got used to it. His stomach contorted and turned, the demon laughed in his mind to taunt him. He could sense his target nearby, her scent was heavy. Was the demon trying to tell him something? He knew that he would have to follow by Barbabas' rules if he wanted his freedom, the scent was that of his target and as he approached he caught sight of Rhaine walking towards a fairly large group of people. The demon stirred in him again, the pain caused him to double over and drop to his knees. "Curse you spawn... leave me be." He said to himself as his body began to radiate demonic energy. "Be calm mortal, all will be revealed... " Taunted Barabas, the voice rung in his ears loud enough to cause him greater pain. Lokii growled at his companion, to those around him he seemed to be talking to himself but he did not care, Barabas did not enjoy his defiance and moved again. This time forcing him to scream in pain, his body seethed with more demonic energy it became visible to those around him. Dark energy radiated from him, filling those around him with anger and rage brought on by Barabas' influence.

On the edges of town.... A lightning bolt cracked in the sky and struck the ground in the center of a group of orc's camp. The orc's scattered wildly to avoid the strike but no one was harmed, all they saw was a tall elf-like man bent down on one knee. A giant sword across his back and a large gauntlet on his hand, he had a wild and determined look. Luvak smiled when he saw the blade, he liked it and he wanted it. He picked up his axe and charged the elf. Lokii stood and flicked his hand as if he was striking a man for a duel and Luvak flew thirty feet in the direction he swung and collided head first with a wall, the Warlock's gauntlet began to gather power as dark energy arced from the gauntlet to the ground and the sigils began to glow brighter. His body began to hover and the dark energy filled his palm. "Pathetic..." He said as he dropped to the ground and slammed the ball of Dark Eldrict Energy and it created a shockwave that tore the camp and its bandit occupants apart. Lokii stood and straightened his gear, he noticed a town in the distance. He could smell the stink of Faerun but he knew that what he sought was here, as he stepped towards the town dark chains sprouted from the earth and bound the young Warlock. He began to cough and choke as if he was drowning. A voice from inside his head spoke to him, "Hold, Warlock... You seek to be rid of me. I shall help you... For reasons your petty mind could not understand so do not ask. Seek out the Rhaine, once you find her I will talk to you again...." Said Barabas, as he finished his grip on him was released and he dropped to his knees coughing and hacking. "Ruddy demon..." He said as he tried to gain his breath, he stood and began walking towards the city.

Sorry I have not been posting, since you have left my characters behind I am completely writing them out and restarting from scratch. I know it might be a pain for everyone but I think its the best path. Here is my Githyanki Warlock/Hexblade named Lokii. Name: Lokii Race: Githyanki Age: Unknown (His pact with Barbaras has given him long life) Class: Warlock/Master Of The Unseen Hand Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: None Place of Origin: Athas Appearance: Tall, handsome features with various demonic tattoos and eldrict script on his body that glow when he taps into his power. His black hair is tied back into a top knot and his right eye is made of a glowing purple crystal. Armor/Clothing: Wears a long black leather coat that has glowing eldrict sigils inscribed onto it. Various pieces of armor are built into it to give him protection but a large rune covered gauntlet dominates his left hand. The more Eldricht power he uses the brighter they glow. Weapon: A large flat-bladed longsword with a slight curve strapped to his back, the blade shines a silver hue with glowing runes along the blade and a large skull imbedded into the hilt at where the crossguard and blade meet. Personality: Lokii is quiet but strong, what he cannot accomplish through force he does with trickery and cunning, or seduction and deception. He is not a evil person he is just the kind of bad-guy that hunts worse bad guys. History: Lokii fought during the Githyanki and Githzerai civil war, his people were enslaved by the extraplanar people known as Illithids and the war they fought nearly wiped them out. In an effort to free his people he made a pact with the great demon Barbaras, Barbaras agreed to give him immortality and power for his soul and his loyalty. He agreed but when Barbaras possessed him he realized Barbaras tricked him, despite the great powers he received he was the vessel for Barbaras to split his people even further, causing the near extinction of his people. Now a fugitive from his own people he used his newfound powers to planar travel. Seeking a way to remove the curse from him and regain his soul. Over the many centuries he has been to nearly every realm and has become somewhat of a legend amongst adventurers.

Great, that was where I planned to start, my guy is a combination of Han Solo and Snow from the Luc Besson film Lockout

Instead of having Aria out of Omega you could have her fighting a war for Omega within the station. Using her nightclub as a base, just a thought.

Daniel hurriedly began to slide guns and ammo boxes into a duffle bag, he stopped for a moment when he heard a low growl. He turned around as fast as lightning and drew back an arrow, his dark eyes fixing on the Walker he loosed an arrow that struck the Walker clean in the eye. As the body dropped, they began to pour into the gun store from the back. He drew and loosed two more, then he grabbed the full dufflebag and kicked open the door. "Lets go!" He yelled to his companion still in the store as he threw the duffle bag onto the bus.

Hey Mythic, its been awhile I know and I am back once again to the RP forums. I did participate in this RP before but I wasn't totally happy with the character I made so I am making a new one and submitting it. Last game I hopped in very very late. So here is my new guy. Character Name: Tripp O'Neill Character Race: Human Character Class: Sentinel Gender: Male Age: 28 Height: 6'1" Weight: 250 Eyes: Left Blue Right Green Hair(if applicable): Scruffy and wild but manageable Weapons: a Predator Mark XIII named Bianca, a few grenades and a knife. Omni Blade and his martial arts training Armour/Clothing: Armored jacket with jeans and sneakers, designed to look like normal clothing Powers / abilities: Throw, Slam and Pull. Overload, Sabotage and Tech Armor along with a bootleg copy of Tactical Cloak (Has a tendency to fail) Weapon mods: Heavy Barrel and Scope Skills: Pistols, Unarmed, Hacking, Sabotage and Medicine History/Background: Tripp was a Alliance Marine, his natural skill with tech and potent biotics landed him in the Intelligence Division. He quickly earned a reputation as a hero but his commanding officer betrayed him. Framing him for murder he was stripped of his rank and medals and sent to prison. Enroute to the prison the ship was attacked by Batarian Pirates and he was freed, the batarians took him in and two days afterwards he depressurized the ship and killed the crew. Taking control of their ship he renamed the vessel to "Lucky Lady" and refitted the ship into an intelligence gathering vessel disguised as a Freighter, he hired a crew of specialists and set out as a mercenary, doing any job that came to him with the clean tactical precision he was known for. His past with various intelligence operatives has aided him greatly in his career as a mercenary. He is often hired by governments and influential people to perform Black Operations across the galaxy, he is also a devote rogue. Working only for himself and his crew, although he has been known to show a soft side for the underdog he has also made a name for himself in the smuggling community, smuggling contraband has been the crew's cover story for many years and only those that can afford him know of his true purpose and the real firepower the Lucky Lady has. The Lucky Lady Class: Dyna-Corp Tramp Freighter Rigging: Twin cannons hidden in the bow, along with a torpedo launcher. Two Rotary Vulcan's on the Port and Starboard sections that give the Lady a full 360 cover from fast-moving spacecraft. Her engines are Ion Powered Helix Engines, designed for Frigates of the Alliance Navy they give the Lady a strong leg when it comes to speed and maneuverability. Despite her size she can move like a Gunship. Description: On The outside she appears to be a rundown freighter that is two oil filters away from a scrapyard. With a rusted hull and non-functioning turrets most just pass her off as a heap. Background: The Lucky Lady started out as a freighter turned pirate vessel, when Captain O'Neill liberated her he refitted her into the one-of-a-kind spy-ship she is today, giving her the firepower of a Frigate and the speed of a Gunship along with all the technology required to run a successful mercenary outfit. Her crew are all members of The Corporation, a mercenary company that Is owned and operated by its own. To the wider world The Lucky Lady is a smuggling vessel but to those with needs of her true skills and the credits to purchase them, she can be a powerful opponent or a fierce ally.

Ok. Approved.

Cut back a tad on the spells but otherwise your good. You've got a long list of them, needs to be shortened a tad.

Yup, that is the reason they were spared. Odaviing wont come into play until much later

Hey guys, sorry for my recent vanishing act. Lots of RL issues that I sorted out and I am back fully. I have decided to boot up a Skyrim RP that I had been planning but never got into before my hiatus so ta-da. The Dragons have appeared the Dragonborn died slaying Alduin but the remaining Dragons carry on in their quest to enslave and rule Skyrim and Tamriel once more. The Stormcloaks and Empire continue to duke it out across the frozen tundras and forests of skyrim. Other factions have risen out of the chaos of war, namely three. The Order: Remnants of the ancient Order Of The Virtuous Blood from Cyrodill. They have taken roots in Solitude to battle the rising threat of Vampires in the recent years. They have been working quietly and in the shadows and only recently have come into light as professional vampire hunters. They take all races except vampires and werewolves. They hunt both equally and some say fanatically. The leader of the order, Justicar Valerius, an imperial battle-mage during the great war has taken the order into the daylight because of the rise of the Brethren, and they are fighting desperately to stem the tide of vampires that threaten Skyrim and Tamriel. The Brethren Of Shadows: An ancient order of Vampires that have come from Cyrodill under the leadership of a thousand year old vampire known only as The Master. A very pragmatic figure (Even for a vampire) he is rarely seen. Even by the Council Of Thirteen. His go-to person is a young dark elf woman named Kalista but she is nearly as old as the Master himself and very ruthless. The Brethren have taken Markarth, killing many and captured many more to serve as slaves. The Reach is solely under their command, The Forsworn have pledged their service to The Brethren and often leave the Reach to find more slaves for their vampiric masters. The Thalmor: Having played their ace in the hole they lead an invasion of Windhelm, the stormcloaks were successful in stopping them but at a great cost themselves. They fled to a secret fortress in the mountains near Riften, at the border of Cyrodill. There their leader. Lord Sirius Valesco rebuilds his army, Thalmor troops slowly pour into the fortress and his extensive spy network feeds him information as to the goings on in Skyrim. Determined to root out the other factions and claim Skyrim for the Thalmor the Mer-Supremist faction has begun waging a psychological and terror campaign on the people of Skyrim. Anyone that speaks out one day, the next they find themselves missing with their families burned alive in their homes. Every city, has its own network of spies feeding the information back to Black Scar Fortress. Where hopefully, those that speak ill of the Thalmor are not met with one of their fearsome Darkblade's in response. Despite these new and old factions the main players are still The Stormcloaks and The Empire, now much stronger since the Five Years Truce. A small rearming period for the two factions, in this time Markarth was taken by The Brethren and Solitude became its namesake. The City has been completely taken by the Empire, Jarl Elisif has gone into hiding and General Tullius, now High Marshal has taken command. Having access to all of the Empire's might he has decided to liberate the people of skyrim from The Stormcloaks. Still under the thumb of the Thalmor but their diminished grip has given the Empire its strength to defy them openly, this reprieve will not last for long. Given time a war between Tullius and Valesco will break out and blood of innocents will be spilled. Ulfric has locked down his lands, Whiterun submitted to Ulfrics rule and he declared himself High King, the moot unanimously agreed when Ulfric marched on the meeting and placed a blade to each Jarl's throat and a pen in their hand, famously saying. "The Pen, Or The Sword... It matters not to me I am King either way." With more brazen acts against the Empires wishes that bordered on breaking the treaty but never actually doing so The Stormcloaks became a force to be reckoned with once again. Even after the prolonged conflict before. Whiterun, Morthal, Dawnstar. All these cities have fallen under the command of Ulfric, and some gladly bowed before him. With their forces at his disposal he turned his eyes once again to Solitude and The Empire. The Blades have resurfaced, lead by Delphine they have united with Paarthunax and The Grey-Beards, forgiving the ancient dragon his sins against humanity in exchange for aid in hunting his fellow Dovah. They care not for the war for skyrim they turn their eyes to the sky and have waged a personal conflict with the dragons. High Hrothgar has become their fortress, no longer a sanctuary of peace but a home of war. The Grey-Beards still maintain their pacifist nature they have taken to training blades in the use of The Thu'um and with what some call a miracle have given them the tools needed to fight the dragons. In exchange for their help the Grey-Beards ask that Paarthunax and any dragon that asks for forgiveness be spared. Delphine reluctantly agreed, it is seldom to happen honestly but Paarthunax is usually quick to root out the liars from the honest few that have repented. They are currently recruiting any who are willing to undergo their vigorous training and have become and effective if not small military force. The Companions still reside in Jorrvaskr, Ulfric has commanded that they serve the Stormcloaks many times but the defiant mercenaries keep sending his men back tied up with notes simply saying, "No" slightly amused by this defiance he has allowed The Companions to operate so long as they do not accept any contracts that hinder or harm any stormcloak activity. Since they do not take contracts from factions like The Empire and The Thalmor that is rarely the case but their new Harbinger, Lucius has a mind of his own. Raising more and more folk to their cause they have become an even greater legend. Their deeds becoming more and more renowned but some talk that Lucius has a mind to free Whiterun once more. These are mostly dismissed but Lucius has not spoken against the rumor either. The Thieves Guild still holds claim over the shadows of Skyrim, no longer just stealing items they have also taken to stealing and selling information to the highest bidder. The Leaders of the factions often fight for such information but with the aid of their new leader, Brynjolf has turned the once rundown criminal element into a organized fluid machine. The Ragged Flagon is now a fortress amongst Taverns, the maze of tunnels protect it from intruders and the traps built into and around it make it a true place of security to hold its many secrets. The Underworld of Skyrim is slowly turning the tables, The Dark Brotherhood is also making a name for itself once more, Astrid has expanded her sole remaining group to the next level of operations. Ordering the assassinations of anyone that pays a heavy enough sum. The College Of Winterhold has promised its neutrality in the war, in exchange for not being targeted by the other factions they have agreed to train their respective Battle-Mages. The College has become a school of war-magics and this has deeply angered the Archmage, the former students now instructors and the instructors now the protectors the school has become somewhat of a fortress. Covered in covertly hidden traps and weaponry to repel invasion and intruders. To protect it from outside and interior harm, The Thalmor have taken great interest in such a place, their battle-mages train there. These Warrior-Magi have become known as Dark-Blades because of their signature Ebony Greatswords they carry, sharpened to a keen edge they gladly hack and cast as they wade through battle. They give the Thalmor's Justicar forces a beefy but elegant weapon to wield wherever they need it without taking away from the more subtle games they like to play. All of these factions are for inspiration for character build or for flavor or a personal story, either way I left them with holes for you to fill in as you please but I ask that you keep it within reason. The rules that I ask that you follow are simple. No Godmodding No Foul Language Keep it PG-13 Be Friendly Have Fun. The Character sheet looks like this. Name: Race: Description: Details: (Height, Weight, Hair Color) Armor: Weapons: Equipment: Spells Known: (If any) Shouts Known (Only available to The Blades unless otherwise Approved) Background: I would also like to ask if you could at the top of your post, place your characters current location. It helps for keeping track of each person is and helps to keep track of what is going on. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this RP. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Beastiary I have made a number of changes to the general lore of monsters and beasts, I wanted to make things more challenging and I have drawn from a number of sources to reflect the true lore of TES. Other stuff was added for flavor and difficulty, not too difficult but to provide a challenge. No more, I hit the troll with my sword and it dies, skeletons wont be hit with shield and watch them explode in a cloud of bones... Werewolves: Werewolves run in solo most of the time, they only hunt at night and on the last three nights of each month. When werewolves pack together they become stronger, the strongest naturally becomes an Alpha and as such he gains certain abilities. The ability to shift at will is the prime ability, normally a Werewolf on its own when it shifts looses its sense of humanity but in a pack they retain their humanity when they shift but the pack mentality kicks in and they often turn into marauding bandits using their power to obtain food and wealth. To destroy a werewolf you must pierce its heart with a silver blade or arrow. Vampires: The Fledgling vampire is little stronger then an adult imperial. Capable of controlling basic vampirc drain. They are usually wild and disorganized at first but they drift together in hopes of overpowering travellers to feed off of. After a few years their blood-thirst becomes manageable and they begin to organize (if they survive long enough) It is then that the Vampire becomes about as strong as a average Nord. Capable of more vampiric powers and their drain becomes stronger aswell. Their fangs lenghten to become viable weapons and they also form claws. They make up the bulk of Vampires in Tamriel, Blooded Vampires have undergone Rituals to Molag Bal, they are blessed with greater powers then ordinary vampires but their thirst becomes almost feral and they will attack with wild abandon. Capable of overpowering an Orc Male they are very potent warriors but they tend to shun magical skills. Master Vampires are rare, very old and very powerful. Most are usually very potent warriors aswell as sorcerers they lead Covens of vampires in their lairs and are the heads of Houses in the court of The Brethren. A master Vampire can physically over-power a troll and will often launch spells at an opponent to throw them off guard while they close the distance to feed. Weapons against Vampires: Silver, silver is fatal to all but pure-blooded vampires. Sunlight, spells have floated around that teach the user how to harness raw sun energy that can be very effective in killing a vampire. Fire, fire is a prime weakness to all vampires and will be an effective way of killing them. But in the long run, the only way to kill a vampire without piercing its heart with a silver blade is to remove its head. Little known fact to all but the oldest of vampires and the hunters that stalk them, Dead Mans Blood. Blood from a recently dead corpse will paralyze them for hours. Not toxic to them as a poison it but effective for subduing them. Skeletons: Skeletons are common in the ancient cairns of skyrim. While usually a shamble of bones they are potent fighters, simply disassembling a skeleton wont do to destroy it. Within seconds they will reassemble themselves and be on you again, the only sure way to kill a skeleton is to crush the skull that contains the bound spirit of the skeleton. Destroy it and the skeleton is down for good. Armored Skeletons are usually skeletons that have more of their soul bound to them and they tend to think, they will gather scraps of metal to wear as armor which makes them harder to disassemble and destroy. Bonelords, Bonelords are unique in that they are Necromancer's aswell as undead. Capable of rational thought, these creatures are formed from Two Souls bound to one Skull and the body made of two skeletons. Very potent warriors and mages they are capable of striking with up to four weapons and able to reform their skeletal allies with a spell. Destroying the Bonelord that inhabits the crypt with destroy all the skeletons in that crypt. Draugr: Draugr differ from their skeletal counterparts, Draugr are corpses raised with cursed souls bound to them. Very strong and easy to command they are nearly impossible to kill outright. Usually the Overlord, the strongest of the Draugr subtype controls the others but sometimes a far fouler creature exists behind the shadows. They harness the power of frost aswell as weaponry, breathing torrents of icy cold breath as they charge at their foe. To truly destroy a draugr its head must be severed and its body burned to release the spirit inside. Ghosts/Spirits: Ghosts or Spirits are unique in that they are non-corporeal. They are difficult to kill and can fade in and out of existence. Making normal weapon useless against them. Only silver blades and magical weaponry are effective but destroying the spirit's physical form will not kill it forever. You must bind its ectoplasm in salt and exorcise the spirit with a simple chant. (any priest will know this ritual) Daedra: They come in many forms, Clannfear and Dremora. Usually summoned and bound to Mundus from Oblivion they are potent fighters and mages, the most common Daedra are The Dremora. Human looking with black skin and horns they are the footsoldiers of the daedra princes. Warlocks and Conjurers often summon them to fight for them, wearing full plate armor and wielding a wide array of wicked weaponry the Dremora are known for their cruelty. To destroy a daedra you must slay it by any means then perform a banishing ritual (see ghosts) doing so will send the daedra from Mundus permanently. Trolls: Trolls only real weakness is fire, they can regenerate quite quickly and are often the bane of a foolish adventurer and traveler. To destroy a troll, you must either pierce its heart or injure it with a flame spell enough it dies. Fire does frighten them and if you are persistant they often leave you alone, they will not come near a camp with a lit fire for their fear of fire is innate. While not particularly bright they have an extraordinary resistance to illusion spells, a near immunity to charm effects, but Fear and Frenzy spells will work on them.

Wind chuckles and takes the blade, he spins it around in his hand and sinks it into its sheath along with its partner on his hip. He quickly takes in the area and smirks. "Maybe...we should have left one alive for interrogation..." He said with a bright smile and a shrug. "You fight pretty well, good to know your handy with a blade. Even more so then Varric's wild tales let on."

Jingle nods, he calmly walks over to the counter and rummages in his coin purse for a few silvers and hands them to the barman. "Eggs and onions with some tea please." He asks. Everyone seemed to have a good nights rest. He smiled wide as he often did and waited for his food to be prepared. "Yes, just call me Jingle. I got the name from the way I uh...well Jingle." He says with a smirk as he shakes his hips and the various tools of his trade jingle about his body.

Dont be, I know I havent been active but mostly because I have been super busy recently. That will be changing here soon. Just keep posting and I will throw in when and where I can.

Wind pulled his hood over his face, only thing visible was his chin. He held his crow-blades in a reversed stance and waited. The Templar spun his blade about his hand and charged. His sword aimed low for a thrust, Wind smirked and side stepped to reveal a large tree behind him. The Templar went charging face first into the tree. With a loud clank of momentum and metal he fell to the ground, his body in a mangled mess of armor and oddly positioned limbs. His neck was broken and hinged at a sickening angle. Wind spun the dagger on his fingertip as he walk non-chalantly over to Isabela. "You finished with him yet?" He asked as he approached. He noticed one of the templars was still alive. He expertly flipped one of his blades around his hand and grabbed the blade to offer her the hilt. "Try mine, it is good for going through armor." He said with a smirk.

Jingle awoke when the sunlight struck his eyes, he had fallen asleep in the back of the Wagon, he looked around to see Kurashi gone. Jingle laughed to himself realizing that wily monk must be off in a drunken stupor somewhere. He sighed and grabbed his instrument. With a quick toss of his feet he leapt from the back of the wagon and strolled inside the tavern to find his employer and companions.