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HeLLL stands back from the crater and bows his head. He starts to mumble and his body starts to shake. Flames erupt from underaneath him as he extends his hands out towards the crater. His whole body is engulfed in flames. The ground starts to shake and a boulder lodged in the crater flies up and explodes sending shards of rock flying everywhere. Where the bolder was know lies a blade shimmering a white hot glow. HeLLL raises his head and the whites of his eyes are now a burning red. He stretches his arms out and levtates off the ground. At the same time the blade starts to raise from the crater. The higher HeLLL rose the higher the blade did to; untill the blade was now at the edge of the crater. HeLLL lowers to the ground and still engulfed in flames picks up the blade and ataches it to the handle. A massive white light explodes from the partys location. A large buzzing sound can be heard. The light dissapears and HeLLL is nocked unconciuss lying on the ground bleeding. The sword is burnt to his hand and lies spralled forward from his body. The sword is large and green with a shimmer of white light still glowing. The blade is now fully coverd in an Elvish toungue.
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OOC- sorry guys. Im changing Thomas to a monk with hand to hand. The nightblade thing wasnt my style.

 

 

Thomas was walking on the trail. When he saw a bright flash of light. And a loud noise. He began to run towards the light. HeLLL was lying on the ground. Oh dear. said Thomas. I leave you kids for 6 hours and already one of you is dead.

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"With those of elvish blood at the most extent. So you're an old man aye Kain? Should I pour you some comberry juice?" Nevex laughs slightly thinking to himself of his own age. His smile fades some in rememberance.

"Sorry about that, but age doesn't always bring wisdom. More it is just another useless figure where tongues lash out from the hot headed and daggers burn from the eyes of those whos name is induced. Though some things may never change. I myself have been around for a long time, oh yes, a very long time though it isn't as noticeable as age is for...mortals. I would say I am mortal I can be killed just as easily as anyone here though time has no root to my body. Quite strange you see, maybe I should give a little background. Well many many years ago I was born to parents who disapeared from my life before I knew them, I was adopted by an Imperial family. Though rich in trade they were, they were still no family to me. So I joined a ground of the long old tradition of the Dunmer known as Honorable Assassination. If you know enough of the underground you will know the Morag Tong. That is were I made my appearace and self known. I spent many years in there much of my would be childhood, killing, but in honor. I rose quickly and became one of the top, though I never took a leadership position, I was not a leader, but a fighter, a killer, a murderer. No matter how many honorable things I did I could not find redemption for what I have done. I then took to the act of slaying evil for that is all I could do was kill. I killed many foul beasts and powerful beings...but one, a powerful necromancer, more powerful than most of you could imagine...or maybe you could. But this necromancer was not normal, no he did not find the power of controlling the dead enough, he wanted to live forever as the most powerful being the land would ever see with infinite knowledge. I ruined his plans you see..but somewhat at my own expence, I snuck in easily enough being a Nightblade by class. But my first strike did something unusual, just as he was preforming the passage into eternal life I landed the blow into his body and that reverted the process to myself. A sad fate it is living forever but it allows me to find a way to help those in need and defeat evil that plagues the land like a sickness. I was greatly weakened though by this such feat and have never fully regained my once great skill with the blade. I found after many years that the Cult and the Temple were never to my liking I instead devoted myself to the Daedra Azura. This is my tale...though I have done many deeds some right and some wrong by my moral code. This is my past and my future." After this long winded speach about his life Nevex gets a bit of a cold look on his face with the appearance of heavy burden on his mind. "I believe we should get HeLLL up and moving as soon as we can. It would not be good to linger in this place."

 

 

 

(OOC) Not tring to cheesewiz or anything just a bit o'history on my character, long old with many scars, emotional and physical, your classic save the people from the bad-guy type person...except he has his own unique actions.

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HeLLL starts to stir and rises to his feet.

 

Ahh that hurt. I never experianced pain like that before.

The sword is still stuck to HeLLLs hand.

HeLLLs wounds start to heal and his posture is more upright.

 

This sword seems very light. I wonder what it is made of?

 

HeLLL turns to the group.

 

Are we off now?

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