LoreMaster1

I am regretful to inform you that I have to take a break from the internet for a few months. I am going on an extended holiday to Europe, I will get back to Jo upon my return

Elsweyr :P Seriously around Autumshade forest (forest in the rift)

Okay, I have made my first post (tell me If I have made it too brutal or something)

Jo'Branzel ducked under the swinging elven blade, his flaming fist slamming into the Thalmors face, melting the helm surrounding, fusing it to the Elves face. Drawing his sword he parried the blow of another Thalmor agent and drove his blade into the stomach of the damn Elven scum. Throwing up a ward, he shielded himself from the ball of flames the Elven mage threw. Dropping the ward he charged at the Elven Mage, his blade already flashing through the air. As he closed in on the Mage, the swing severed the head of the elven mage, blood spurting from the stump that was once his head. Pain flashed through him as an arrow of Elvish make dug into his side. An archer charged at him, throwing away the greatsword, Jo'Branzel shot a continuous stream of flames at the archer. Writhing in agony as the flames consumed him, the screams of the Archer echoed through the forest. Shutting off the spell, he dug the arrow out, gasping in pain as he saw it was covered with barbs. Eyes blurred with the unshed tears of pain he placed a restorative spell on the wound, knitting back together the flesh and sinew that had been torn by the arrow. Picking up the greatsword he sheathed it, and ran off into the forest as the scout party of Thalmor returned. Running on all four paws he heard the echoing cries of the Elves as they discovered their dead comrades. Emerging into a clearing he cursed, as he saw another Thalmor camp. Charging at him, Jo'Branzel threw a ball of flames which exploded on impact. Darting to the left as the Thalmor flew back, flames melting the skin from their bone and charring their corpses, dead before they hit the ground. His fur felt the heat as the Thalmor scout party emerged into the clearing. Throwing another ball of flames, several of the Mages managed to throw up a ward before the ball of flames exploded. Unsheathing his greatsword he charged at the remaining Mages and quickly dispatched the first by a thrust to the stomach, Jo'Branzel quickly swung around, ripping out the insides of the next, innards falling out the Thalmor collapsed. The final mage was more wary, casting a spell to negate physical damage, then unsheathed a mace before charging. Blocking the blow of the Mage, Jo'Branzel fainted left before hitting the Thalmor with his claws, tearing the Elves eyes out.

I'll post my first post soon

Thanks. Reporting for Duty captain :P.

Name: Jo'Branzel Race: Khaliit ~ Cathay-Raht Gender: Male Age: 53 Appearance: White fur; Red eyes; Black Spots Skills: Two-Handed; Destruction; Restoration; Alteration; Illusion; Conjuration; Alchemy Equipment: Steel Great-Sword Silk white breeches (no shirt boots or gloves) Homeland: Elsweyr Personality: Calm, collected and kind Background: Jo'Branzel never knew his mother who died at childbirth, and his father always blamed him for his mothers death. Helped by his elder sister, who bore the brunt of the assault that would have been Jo'Branzels to bare, he saw kindness where none was present elsewhere. When Jo'Branzels father, Do'Sedarin, raised a bottle of mead to his sister, after a night of heavy drinking in the local tavern when Jo'Branzel was eight years of age, he bore all his strength down upon her, killing her slowly and in agony. Her death investigated by the Manes Guard led by a kind and sympathetic battle-mage, named Qa'Erither, his father was tried and brought to justice. Sympathetic to Jo'Branzel, the battle-mage brought him up as his own. Suspicious at first, Jo'Branzel quickly grew to love the aging battle-mage and loved his new tutelage.

Diss

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This 'Ben' Is just a hacker no a... 'Ghost in the machin'

Introducing Jo'Branzel Name: Jo'Branzel Pronounced: Joe-Bran-zel Age: 53 Sex: Male Race: Khajiit ~ Cathay-Raht Weapon: Steel Greatsword + Magic (Destruction, alteration, conjuration, illusion, Restoration) Temperament: Calm, collected, and kind.

But your own twist on a classic skyrim song :D Here is mine: For our hearth, for our home For this land which we own With our blood, and our steel We will take back our home Its time to fly To venture forth on our quest We will win, or all is lost So sayeth the time come and gone For our hearth, for our home For this land which we own With our blood, and our steel We will take back our home For the king For the king For the sons of Skyrim With our life and our love, we shall take back our home For our hearth, for our home For this land which we own With our blood, and our steel We will take back our home With our hearts, and our strength We will bring glory to the king And the sons of Skyrim With our strength and our honour, the fiercest foes rout and our enemies fall For our hearth, for our home For this land which we own With our blood, and our steel We will take back our home For our hearth, for our home For this land which we own With our blood, and our steel We will take back our home

I win

I use autosaves, and they have always worked without trouble for me.

No, I haven't even got the current DLC yet and I'm still happy with the game. Do you know why? Because I can play the game for hundreds of hours each character... for I am a role-player :P