Cynster
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Kiterin slipped off her drenched robes, revealing broken and battered skin, the nicks, scabs and dirt caked in. She had a womanly figure, but you wouldn't have been able to tell with the over-sized robes. She held the robes around her body modestly, not wanting to part with them until absolutely necessary. Somewhere inside she was still the shy farm-girl.
Reluctantly, she handed them over, scarlet red in the face. Please, hurry... she screamed in her mind. She wanted to shut the door as soon as possible and cover herself.
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That's interesting - personally I think it'd be cool as kind of an extra addition to what they already say/sound like - kind of like a bit of a surprise, but that's just me :)
But the sounds sound good. I don't play that race, but I think it's a nifty idea.
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I like this idea, and I'd be willing to do the voice of a soft spoken female character if you've got one :)
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I'd have to say the flesh eating quest was one of my character's worst moments :P especially when people mentioned after with her having bad breath :facepalm:
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Yeah he tricked me too! I was like "omg after all this, this is how you repay me?!" and then I was like "d'awwwww got me!"
Thank you :)
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"A..wash..."
None of this felt right to Kiterin. Her neck was straining, feet dragging against the ground as she approached the motherly woman. She was hesitant to take this plunge into respected society. She cleared her throat, "very well.."
Perhaps this is what she needed. A little structure. It would make her a better assassin, would it not? To be able to blend in with the prey around her. Her icy eyes dulled in serenity as she approached, leaving nothing back. "Might she make a lady of me?" she cooed softly to herself, with just a slight smirk curving at the corner of her right cheek.
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What's funny is if you let him live, he plays a joke on you like he really will stab you in the back because he wants to be Listener :P
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He's not happy to have you dead :P He likes the listener - he respects the position - the only thing he did against the player was try to defend himself when he was hiding out in the new sanctuary. Even while you are fighting to get to him, you can hear him complaining about how it's so wrong that the listener/keeper have to kill one or the other.
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Curious blue eyes rested on the extravagant woman grasping the arm of the Jarl. His wife perhaps? Kiterin, a young woman herself, was hardly any competition to be worried over, which was confirmed by the woman's expression as she looked at Kiterin. It was new to her to be noticed, let alone sized up by two people in one day. It was so interesting... The Jarl seemed harder to manipulate to her. She wasn't sure if he was able to read her mind, but if he was - then at least half the fun was taken out. Luckily for everyone, her path was chaotic, her mind a fluttering moth. Even she had trouble predicting what she would do next. That made it so much more interesting...
As for the woman, now smiling kindly - as a mother might...perhaps? What was her story? She seemed much easier to play with - though it would be horrible manners to do so now. Too easy. Too boring! It would not do at all! Her lips formed a short pout. She needed something to do; an assignment. Kiterin's hands were twitching a little. She felt antsy and less in control when she wasn't given busy-work.
"mmm sounds good...I appreciate the kindness... I wasn't expecting it." she said to the Jarl, before quickly adding to his companion, "Dresses for me? I'm afraid I would dirty them... I appreciate the thought - if you were willing to part with one perhaps, in a dark....."
She paused.
"Sorry... In a dark color.... a dress... that would do... That's all I would want... something dark....I don't like drawing attention to myself... if it's not too much trouble.."
Had they taken pity on her? Pity wasn't exactly what she was going for, but it was something new, something she hadn't experienced before. Certainly not needed, but certainly not unwelcome. Her mind raveled around the thought of the situation she found herself in. She would rebel if they wanted to force her to be normal. She would leave them both in a pool- Enough of that. She tried to keep her thoughts guarded, just in case. No use thinking of death on a day like today. No, today was a special day...
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He's a cool (and powerful) follower too. The only issue I have is how much he talks - I wish it would be a little bit less, but that's easy to fix and sometime I might get around to fixing that :)
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Kiterin sized up the Jarl before her as he spoke. A man who could tell fact from fiction... shine light in the shadows... She wanted to test him. But how... And certainly not now while he was offering to help her. As he produced the skeleton, her eyes flicked to it and back to him with mild interest. To her, the summoning of a skeleton looked simple, but she took him at his word that he was a great necromancer. As a great necromancer, he probably knew something behind the scenes that she didn't, so she decided not to say anything.
"Food and clothing sounds like a good idea.." she said, her current outfit drenched in water. It looked like today she would make an investment and spend her gold on a tactical friendship with the Jarl. Admittedly it sounded good to think someone could bring her back on balance, return her focus. She pulled herself up from behind the waterfall, slipping slightly and catching herself on the wall behind her. Her heart raced as she stared down at the long drop. Carefully she pulled herself back onto the street.
Clack, Clack, Clack, Clack
Like a wild woman, her head whipped around to the stranger in heels. She hadn't noticed her hand fall to the hilt of her dagger hanging from her belt. It was just a woman in a long fur coat.... Her chest heaved in small silent gasps of air, as she tried to calm herself down. She would need to be much less jumpy if she wanted to live in the city. Her whole body was trembling, perhaps from the fatigue of hunger or paranoia - she wasn't exactly sure.
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I let him live too :) He's always been nice to the player, he respects the old ways of the dark brotherhood - and you can't just kill the keeper! :P Plus, when it came around to it - he was already hurt - that's like kicking someone while they are down - and while they are begging to live? :armscrossed: Plus he's awesome. My favorite NPC.
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Feeling drained, she rubbed her soft eyelid with the side of her hand. "A bit peckish..." she answered, truthfully, "oh.. you saw that..." Her words melded together, flowing as if she wasn't speaking them. She was tired. Had she been less drained she would have been angry or embarrassed with herself. Instead she let it go, forgetting her foolish mistake: not being more aware of her surroundings when she was about to commit a crime. In a dizzy motion, she brought her slender finger to the roof of her mouth, gagging herself before heaving the small pouch of gold. She tucked it away and wiped the saliva from her mouth with her arm.
"That's better, then..." she cooed.
Her mind was too numb to think of an excuse for her behavior earlier. "To be quite honest, you said to be honest, so I will...." she said plainly, much...much too plainly for her taste, "I think there is something not quite right with me in the head, you know? I wasn't quite myself, perhaps too much of myself.... Too much then, and I lost a little of my control. It was a weak moment, and I hope you forgive me."
Besides her clear insanity and lack of manners, little or great as it may have been, she was somewhat charming. She said the things she knew most people would want to hear. She knew her speechcraft. "My... business.... in Markarth..." Her eyes flicked to his with a sudden sting before she whetted her lips, trying to think, "..residency... I want to live here... I'm going to be honest, as you told me to, I'm an assassin with the dark brotherhood, and I know a fair bit of necromancy. I'd like to train here, if there is such a place to do that. I figured the city would hold a bit more potential than the outskirts of the Reach..."
She'd either just blown it and was about to get kicked out of the city or finally get somewhere in this town other than her chaotic path taking her where it will. Either way it would be interesting. And that's what it was all about! A sly grin crept from under her vivid eyes.
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You can also use it to counter Alduin's Meteor Storm, but just tap the Shout button, so you can juggle it out with Dragonrend. Very handy for fighting the Big Bad.
I didn't know that :) that's a good tip!
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$7.25 an hour is the norm here in Ohio for a min wage job... At least you get hours - many of my friends are having trouble getting the hours they need - stuck with like 10 hours a week on min wage.
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I live in Ohio :)
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Did you kill Cicero during the dark brotherhood quest or decide to let him live? And what was your reasoning behind the choice? :)
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My dream mod would be an expansion back like Shivering Isles was where the player can do multiple quests and eventually get to a point where they are in a good position of power.
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I really want to see some interactive features in a player home mod - where the player can push buttons to control things, like lights, expandable furniture, real true customization stuff. If you did that, I bet it would be really popular :) especially as a castle.
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That's pretty cool! Thanks for the links :) I swap characters a LOT
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That's what I love about this game. It never ends :)
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Soulless icy eyes shone from behind the water frozen in time. A red smear left over from her hand was plastered on her cheekbone. She looked more animal than human, like a feline trapped in a corner. Her mind wrapped around the words being spoken to her, and she straightened herself out. Her long delicate fingers tweaked with her hair to put it back in order before she bowed her head in reverence, thinking it was the most appropriate greeting for a Jarl when found in this position.
"I am perfectly alright, my Jarl," she said, fumbling on how to appropriately address him, "I simply took a bit of a tumble on the wet rocks."
She didn't know whether the lie would be believable, but her expression was sincere. If she was going to -move- to this city, she would need to learn to get along with the citizens. The best way would be to rub shoulders with the man in charge. A simple stroll across town accompanied by the Jarl would earn her a citizen's respect. She decided to keep her ambitions low for the time being.
"My name is Kiterin," she said finally, after a long pause to consider her options, "I'm new to Markarth - I just moved here. I'm still trying to figure out where everything is and what my place would be here..."
Other than jail, she thought. She giggled a little to herself, forgetting where she was. Suddenly remembering her manners, she rose her eyes to the Jarl, holding an expression of seriousness or perhaps intensity. She wasn't exactly staring, but giving a subtle warning that she wasn't exactly what she seemed. Whether she was aware she was giving herself away or not was another story.
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It wasn't long since Tsutai had succeeded her brother to rule over Esparta. She was a petite, fair skinned young woman, wearing a long empire style dress drenched in turquoise. She wore a traditional silver beaded choker around her neck. Her hair was put up into two tight buns fitted with turquoise fabric with silver beads along the edge. Her eyes were a dull blue, fading into the rest of her outfit. Standing over her balcony and looking into the fading day, it reminded her of that late afternoon funeral for the late ruler. She closed her eyes... and she was there...
The funeral home was already filled with advisers and representatives of each of the towns. Because it was such a small country, they were a tight-knit community. The entire country was mourning the loss of their great leader. There were huge displays of loss in the form of flowers and gifts to deteriorate with time, symbolic of his passing. Tsutai walked into the main room where her brother's body rested. A priestess was giving a long emotional speech, crying out in grief, when at the wrong moment, his successor was standing before them. The looks on their faces cut through her like a knife through butter. Emotionless, she took her seat in the second row, leaving the front row empty out of respect for his place. Her grief was the deepest, but she was not allowed to show it. Even if it were acceptable to be grieving in public as a leader, she was taking his place, and her people not only wanted him alone, but knew she was too young to lead their country. At the age of 15 she would be forced into power, because she was all they had...
That night she did not sleep. She spent all that terrible night sobbing in silence, begging to be spared this great responsibility and spare her people from their sure fate of being conquered by their neighbor, Teyla.
She was older and wiser now, but not by much. She was 19 and had many systems in place to help protect her people. She was required to rule because she was created to rule in a way. At a very young age, children had been chosen to be rulers depending on how they answered certain questions and behaved. To enhance their decision-making, the children grew up with nano-chips inserted into their brains. This tradition was fading away, and Tsutai was the last of these children. The public was disgusted with her, but they had created her, so they put up with the young leader. No one was more aware of this than Tsutai herself. She looked out into the city just as evening was approaching, reflecting on her four years of rule. The fact they were still there was at least some type of success.
Suddenly, she noticed specks in the sky drifting down from the clouds. She squinted a little, brushing away her brown bangs out of the way to see them more clearly. She couldn't determine what they were... They didn't look threatening, so she casually stepped away from her balcony. Sitting down to a hot drink, she had nearly forgotten about those distant particles that had now drifted gently into her room from the open balcony door. Noticing the white speckles scattering in her room, she stood up to go shut the door, when she began to feel funny. Pressing her hand to her stomach, the last thing she could hear was a rolling wave of panicked screams before she fell to the floor, out cold.
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Blue eyes gazed into the vast evening sky above, the clouds moving eerily over the city. Were they raindrops falling from the eternal depth or something more sinister? Tilting her head, she was unable to take her eyes off the gentle particles. Something so beautiful as the evening rain descending so peacefully would never reveal exactly what they were. The residents gazed from their windows to see their world twist and curl away with the touch of gentle petals falling from the sky.
Storyline:
Two small countries neighboring each other have been at war with each other for the entirety of their history. After much bloodshed over the years, the two have been living in tense peace up until now. One country [Teyla] has basically chemical bombed the other country [Esparta] with hallucinogens, and when the particles contaminated the water supply, it ensured a constant state of hallucination. Though the two leaders of the countries are still "friendly" because tradition requires them to be that way, the two really are on the brink of war again. The citizens of the country that had been contaminated are going up in arms because they believe their leader is no longer capable in her condition (though they aren't necessarily more capable). So revolution is breaking out in small pockets.
Your role
You can play up to 2 characters, limit one per side. You can roleplay however you want but this is going to be somewhat near modern time and somewhat realistic - sci-fi-esque stuff is ok if you don't go overboard. Fantasy is ok IF you keep it incredibly subtle. For example, say someone is a "vampire" - no one will really believe that you are. And if you go around trying to suck blood or whatever, people are just going to think your are insane. Instead you can give hints, which are always welcome
Esparta:
A traditional society that is incredibly technologically advanced. The streets are under constant surveillance and papers (passports) are checked frequently. They are extremely mistrusting of foreigners. Especially now that they've been carpet bombed basically. Their leader has a computer chip installed in her brain to help her make decisions, but it's seen as a ritual sort of thing. And it's going out of style. Her brain is wired with the city because she is so paranoid - and she downloads information from various propaganda posters around the city. Citizens are very technologically savvy, themselves.
Teyla:
A military society a little more like a modern country but not crazy with the technology. They have almost an open door policy and an incredibly transparent government that fluctuates with power-hungry generals. The current leader is a strategist and would like to conquer the neighboring country once and for all to bring peace to his country. He is required by tradition to visit the neighboring country and take part in social rituals (such as certain gatherings and pretending to be friendly). Citizens of this country are extremely variable. Some are technologically savvy but they just don't have some of the type of networking advances their neighbor has. They are slightly behind. Some are extremely loyal and act as if they are in the military even though they are civilians.
Pick a side. Pick your sanity. I'm reserving the 2 leaders to direct the roleplay in the general direction I have planned out.
The hallucination:
If your character is from Esparta, you are at least a -little- bit affected by the hallucinogens - it's up to you to decide how affected your character will be. Characters visiting from Teyla are well aware of the conditions and have access to preventative medicine to block the effects if you should choose to use it.
No character sheets required, but if you want to post a picture of your character in OOC or add any information strangers would know upon seeing your character feel free to put it in this thread. Traditionally, I'd like to keep most of the description in your introductory post and during your interactions with other characters, like you'd read in a book.
This may or may not be a fast paced roleplay. There is no minimum length of time between posts (unless you're being ridiculous and trying to mess with the rp or something). People can jump in and drop out whenever. You don't need to notify everyone either - but if you do, obviously you need to use the OOC thread, don't spam the RP. Since it's a city setting, it makes sense for people to appear, disappear now and then. You might want to give the person you are interacting with the courtesy to rp your way out of the scene though. This is going to be incredibly laid back. There is no min or max paragraph length - other than the forum rules. Just rp how you fancy. I just want everyone to have fun, no elitism/hand-holding stuff - just some structured rules so everyone can have a good time.
OOC Specific Information!
Just to clarify for the tl;dr crowd
1. You can join in at any time, you do not need to be approved
2. You may be kicked out if you are disturbing the rp on purpose
3. You may leave or take a break at any time and return at any time
4. Character sheets can be posted in OOC if you want, but they are not required.
5. You may have up to 2 characters, 1 character per country
6. There is no min or max paragraph length
7. You can do anything or be anything you want HOWEVER - there are consequences to what you do in both countries and some NPC interactions with your character might happen
8. No killing off other characters without permission from the character's owner and no godmodding - please don't do it. :down:
9. No sex. Take it to PMs - Kissing, hand holding, hugging, all okay. Anything you wouldn't do in public in front of your grandmother should be taken to PM.
10. You do not control other characters - you control you and only you - in actions and thoughts. If you try to control someone else's character in any way, the other person has full authority to completely ignore your post. As we all will. So please follow the forum rules!
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