Morlia Ardyn picked her way through the dirt and muck of the countryside around the Brina Cross...
Loyalty or No SV you Are the Daedra
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Morlia Ardyn
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
Morlia Ardyn picked her way through the dirt and muck of the countryside around the Brina Cross Inn. As she walked through the tall grasses she hugged her tattered cloak around her thin form. Only a week ago she wouldn't be out here, in this horrible countryside trying not to get any more mud on her expensive shoes. A week ago she'd had a family.
Then the Dark Brotherhood, filthy, stinking, cowardly assassins that they were, had stolen that from her. Well she wasn't going to stand for it. She wasn't going to let them continue their wicked reign of terror across the continent. Oh no. She was going to find them and end them. Yes, she would and all with the spell she'd pried from her father's cold fingers.
There was blood staining the lower left corner but it was mostly legible. She was reasonably confident of performing the spell correctly, so long as it was quiet and she was alone.
She reached a copse of silver barked trees far enough from the Brina Cross Inn and the Gold Road and she brought the scroll reverently out from a satchel at her side. The red stain off putting, and she almost wanted to be sick, but she could still do it. She could summon something so powerful that her father, one of the most powerful mages in Kvatch, would try and summon it to defend her mother and brothers.
Taking a deep breath she started reciting the words. Magicka arched and flashed around her, flickering in shades of indigo and lilac. Her eyes were fixed on the spot before her where her bound creature would appear, her loyal right hand in seeing the brotherhood dead.
She reached the end of the scroll and a bright white light flared into existence right on spot she was staring at. She had to look away or be blinded.
But she knew something had gone deeply, horribly wrong with her spell. She could taste it. She was an altmer, magic was her life's blood, her birth right. And this spell tasted wrong.
[ ] A hunter locked in combat with a warrior of great power
[ ] A warrior locked in combat with a hunter of great skill
[ ] Tortured existence locked behind bars
[ ] Disdainful equal among their peers
[ ] Elemental fury leashed to another
[ ] Banished and awaiting their time
[ ] A trickster resigned to their fate
Welcome to Loyalty a quest in which a miscast conjuration spell has dumped the questers of SV into the head of a Daedra. This thread's general attitude will shape the general attitude of the daedra who is summoned. As you can probably tell this is not a completely serious quest. Also introducing my Co-QM for this one @Verminlord1. He handles the mechanics and the dice. This is probably for the best. If you have questions regarding that he's the guy you wanna ask.
Though the tags say Skyrim we're actually in the time frame of Oblivion.
Remember guys be polite, you're guests after all.
Then the Dark Brotherhood, filthy, stinking, cowardly assassins that they were, had stolen that from her. Well she wasn't going to stand for it. She wasn't going to let them continue their wicked reign of terror across the continent. Oh no. She was going to find them and end them. Yes, she would and all with the spell she'd pried from her father's cold fingers.
There was blood staining the lower left corner but it was mostly legible. She was reasonably confident of performing the spell correctly, so long as it was quiet and she was alone.
She reached a copse of silver barked trees far enough from the Brina Cross Inn and the Gold Road and she brought the scroll reverently out from a satchel at her side. The red stain off putting, and she almost wanted to be sick, but she could still do it. She could summon something so powerful that her father, one of the most powerful mages in Kvatch, would try and summon it to defend her mother and brothers.
Taking a deep breath she started reciting the words. Magicka arched and flashed around her, flickering in shades of indigo and lilac. Her eyes were fixed on the spot before her where her bound creature would appear, her loyal right hand in seeing the brotherhood dead.
She reached the end of the scroll and a bright white light flared into existence right on spot she was staring at. She had to look away or be blinded.
But she knew something had gone deeply, horribly wrong with her spell. She could taste it. She was an altmer, magic was her life's blood, her birth right. And this spell tasted wrong.
Who are you?
[ ] A hunter locked in combat with a warrior of great power
[ ] A warrior locked in combat with a hunter of great skill
[ ] Tortured existence locked behind bars
[ ] Disdainful equal among their peers
[ ] Elemental fury leashed to another
[ ] Banished and awaiting their time
[ ] A trickster resigned to their fate
Welcome to Loyalty a quest in which a miscast conjuration spell has dumped the questers of SV into the head of a Daedra. This thread's general attitude will shape the general attitude of the daedra who is summoned. As you can probably tell this is not a completely serious quest. Also introducing my Co-QM for this one @Verminlord1. He handles the mechanics and the dice. This is probably for the best. If you have questions regarding that he's the guy you wanna ask.
Though the tags say Skyrim we're actually in the time frame of Oblivion.
Remember guys be polite, you're guests after all.
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Character Sheet & Inventory
- Location
- England
It's back! Ok, the new system here is streamlined and simplified. You roll a dice and add the associated attribute and skill. Good/bad plans, equipment, environment and other situational things can adjust the bonus/penalty.
I am using Rolz for the rolling of dice. Here, have a link. Roleplaying Dice Roller · Rolz
Skills
Int: Alchemy-0, Mysticism-0, Conjuration-0
Will: Destruction-1, Alteration-0, Restoration-2
Per: Illusion-0, Mercantile-5, Speechcraft-1
Agi: Secruity-0, Sneak-20, Marksman-0
Spd: Athletics-26, Acrobatics-22
Str: Blunt-10, Blade-36, Hand to hand-30
End: Block-26, Armorer-5.
Inventory
Simple Order Sword - (With mutation upgrade)
Crystal Armour
3 Healing potions (weak)
4 Magicka potions (weak)
1 Scroll of Snowball
1 Scroll of Burning grasp
1 Scroll of Invisiblity
1 Poison of Illness
6 Lockpicks
Spider venom - No bottle.
1 petty soul gem (filled).
2 zombie flesh, 1 vampire ash
Gold: 92
I am using Rolz for the rolling of dice. Here, have a link. Roleplaying Dice Roller · Rolz
Character Sheet
Stats- Currently Unlocked.
INTELLIGENCE: +0, WILLPOWER: +0, PERSONALITY: (N/A), AGILITY: -10, SPEED: +0, STRENGTH: +5, ENDURANCE: +5, LUCK: Who knows.
Skills
Int: Alchemy-0, Mysticism-0, Conjuration-0
Will: Destruction-1, Alteration-0, Restoration-2
Per: Illusion-0, Mercantile-5, Speechcraft-1
Agi: Secruity-0, Sneak-20, Marksman-0
Spd: Athletics-26, Acrobatics-22
Str: Blunt-10, Blade-36, Hand to hand-30
End: Block-26, Armorer-5.
Health: 110/110
Magicka: 100/100
Fatigue: 100/100
Damage reduction: 28%
5/turn Magicka recharge
6/turn Stamina recharge
Magicka: 100/100
Fatigue: 100/100
Damage reduction: 28%
5/turn Magicka recharge
6/turn Stamina recharge
Inventory
Simple Order Sword - (With mutation upgrade)
Crystal Armour
3 Healing potions (weak)
4 Magicka potions (weak)
1 Scroll of Snowball
1 Scroll of Burning grasp
1 Scroll of Invisiblity
1 Poison of Illness
6 Lockpicks
Spider venom - No bottle.
1 petty soul gem (filled).
2 zombie flesh, 1 vampire ash
Gold: 92
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Attack Moves, Spells & Omake Index
- Location
- England
List of Attacks
(Feel free to write in your own plans and descriptions, this isn't a video game so you can do what you want.)
(Feel free to write in your own plans and descriptions, this isn't a video game so you can do what you want.)
-Basic sword swing: 5 Stamina (Default attack, Order approves)
-Power attack: 10 Stamina and -10 to hit, +5 for enemy to hit, Does 2.5 times damage. (You stab them, but harder) (affected by weapon type)
-Standing Power attack: 10 Stamina, -10 to hit, +10 for enemy to hit. Does 3 times damage. (You shall not move) (affected by weapon type)
-Flurry of blows: 15 stamina, -10 to hit on each attack, Allows you to attack 3 times in one turn. (Affected by weapon type)
- Spinning attack - In progress of perfecting. (At the moment costs 30 stam, and has a -50 to hit. Will get a chance to hit every enemy within range)
Blocking: A higher blocking skill gives a higher chance of blocking any given attack. This will allow you to covert some of the damage taken into stamina damage instead.
Spells
Restoration
Restoration
Heal Minor Wounds: 14 Magicka. Heal small amount of health. (Restoration skill too low to accurately guess or decide amount healed)
Destruction
Spark: 22 Magicka, Lightning damage on target. (Destruction skill too low to accurately guess or decide amount of damage)
Weakness to Fire: 27 Magicka, Weakness to fire on target (skill too low to accurately guess or decide percentage weakened)
Weakness to Fire: 27 Magicka, Weakness to fire on target (skill too low to accurately guess or decide percentage weakened)
The rules of exploration
There are six rules of looting Ayleid ruins. Rule one: Unless pressed for time, always give an area a once-over before you start looting.
Rule Two: Watch the floors.
Rule three: Watch the ceilings.
Rule four: Watch the walls.
Rule five: If it is a grille, a slit, a hole or a series of holes, it is a trap, and will kill you.
Rule six: Glowy crystals are valuable, and come in two kinds: Welkynds, which recharge your mana, and Varlas, which recharge all enchanted items on you, and command a hefty price. The former are sometimes out of reach, but can be retrieved by hitting them with missiles or telekinesis, while latter are caged, but can always be opened by a switch nearby.
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Omakes
Unclad Daedra
There are six rules of looting Ayleid ruins. Rule one: Unless pressed for time, always give an area a once-over before you start looting.
Rule Two: Watch the floors.
Rule three: Watch the ceilings.
Rule four: Watch the walls.
Rule five: If it is a grille, a slit, a hole or a series of holes, it is a trap, and will kill you.
Rule six: Glowy crystals are valuable, and come in two kinds: Welkynds, which recharge your mana, and Varlas, which recharge all enchanted items on you, and command a hefty price. The former are sometimes out of reach, but can be retrieved by hitting them with missiles or telekinesis, while latter are caged, but can always be opened by a switch nearby.
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Omakes
Unclad Daedra
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Banished and Awaiting their Time
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
[X] Banished and awaiting their time
First there was nothingness, there's perfect order and logic when nothing exists. Then there's a burst of light and colour. You're standing in a copse of trees with silver bark and pale, tiny green leaves. There's springy verdant grass under your feet. Standing opposite you is a woman. There's a scroll clenched tight in her hand.
Her eyes are wide as she stares at you, her eyes are wise like dinner plates. You look down at yourself. Plates of armour, silver, grey and lightish blue at the edges, cover your legs and your arms. You touch a hand to your face to find a blank, angular faceplate. It feels like some kind of crystal.
"I-It worked?" The elf stammers, taking half a step away. Her thin dark cloak swishes away from her body to reveal a simple dress, belted at the waist in a kind of fabric that looks fine and expensive. There is mud smeared on the lower edges of the dress and cloak both.
"No... it went wrong I know it did, I felt it." She keeps murmuring to herself, looking between you and the scroll in her hands. You look at your hands again, they're crystal and hard but you can still feel the surface as if it was skin. How is that possible?
"You, what are you?" The woman, girl really, demands. "As your summoner I order you to answer me! What are you?!"
[ ] Answer her (what do you say?)
[ ] Do something? (what do you do?)
[ ] Write in
Short update for now, you can go crazy with the voting. The thread runs the daedra after all @Verminlord1 should have a character sheet up for you soon-ish.
First there was nothingness, there's perfect order and logic when nothing exists. Then there's a burst of light and colour. You're standing in a copse of trees with silver bark and pale, tiny green leaves. There's springy verdant grass under your feet. Standing opposite you is a woman. There's a scroll clenched tight in her hand.
Her eyes are wide as she stares at you, her eyes are wise like dinner plates. You look down at yourself. Plates of armour, silver, grey and lightish blue at the edges, cover your legs and your arms. You touch a hand to your face to find a blank, angular faceplate. It feels like some kind of crystal.
"I-It worked?" The elf stammers, taking half a step away. Her thin dark cloak swishes away from her body to reveal a simple dress, belted at the waist in a kind of fabric that looks fine and expensive. There is mud smeared on the lower edges of the dress and cloak both.
"No... it went wrong I know it did, I felt it." She keeps murmuring to herself, looking between you and the scroll in her hands. You look at your hands again, they're crystal and hard but you can still feel the surface as if it was skin. How is that possible?
"You, what are you?" The woman, girl really, demands. "As your summoner I order you to answer me! What are you?!"
[ ] Answer her (what do you say?)
[ ] Do something? (what do you do?)
[ ] Write in
Short update for now, you can go crazy with the voting. The thread runs the daedra after all
@Verminlord1 should have a character sheet up for you soon-ish.
I Ask of You Are you my Master?
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
A scene plays through your head, a girl in shining silver armour facing a boy with red hair in a moonlit room. You shift your right foot a little forwards and tilt your head to you are looking down at her and hope you're projecting the right regal air.
"I ask of you, are you my Master?" Your voice is a low screech, like two crystals grinding against each other. The woman blinks at you in shock before pulling herself up and trying to look down her nose at you. She fails miserably.
"Yes, yes I am and I..." you turn and start walking away. Half of your mind is clamouring that you ignore her and leave. You should return to....
"Come back! You haven't answered me!" The woman shouts after you. "I command you, I summoned you and you will answer me!" She has a very shrill, piercing voice. Yeah, you don't like that. Maybe answering will get her to be quiet and stop chasing you or ordering you to do things.
You turn back to her, tilting your head to look down your nonexistent nose. "Statement," you rumble in your strange crystal on crystal voice. "I am I. Statement, I am I. Query, what are you? Query, what are you?" She did ask twice after all and you feel amused at her undignified squeak.
Maybe you can shock her some more. Quickly you hunt around in the grass for some stones. You find a couple and....
Oh god, oh god no! Why is That song stuck in your head? You still in horror at the cacophony in your head. No, you can't stand it. It needs to be released to the world.
Just a pity you don't have a multicoloured afro to wear to convey the true horror inside your head to the rest of the world. Mechanically, barely realising what you're doing you throw the stones in the air one after the other.
"Dah, dah, dada, dah, dah, dada Circus! Dah, dah, dada, dah, dah, dada Afro! Circus, Afro! Circus, Afro! Polka dot, polka dot, polka dot Afro!" You boom at the top of your voice, scaring birds from the trees in huge flocks.
The woman stares, one eyebrow twitching. You stop singing only once you've repeated the whole damn song twice. The woman's whole face it twitching in time with the terrible, terrible song.
"What in the name of the Nine was that!?" She screeches. The few birds that had come back take off again in a clatter of wings.
[ ] What now?
Just to reiterate. You aren't a Knight of Order you're SV mind-sharing with a Knight of Order. Don't listen to him, his plans have a high chance of ending the quest via Jyggalag interrupt.
"I ask of you, are you my Master?" Your voice is a low screech, like two crystals grinding against each other. The woman blinks at you in shock before pulling herself up and trying to look down her nose at you. She fails miserably.
"Yes, yes I am and I..." you turn and start walking away. Half of your mind is clamouring that you ignore her and leave. You should return to....
"Come back! You haven't answered me!" The woman shouts after you. "I command you, I summoned you and you will answer me!" She has a very shrill, piercing voice. Yeah, you don't like that. Maybe answering will get her to be quiet and stop chasing you or ordering you to do things.
You turn back to her, tilting your head to look down your nonexistent nose. "Statement," you rumble in your strange crystal on crystal voice. "I am I. Statement, I am I. Query, what are you? Query, what are you?" She did ask twice after all and you feel amused at her undignified squeak.
Maybe you can shock her some more. Quickly you hunt around in the grass for some stones. You find a couple and....
Oh god, oh god no! Why is That song stuck in your head? You still in horror at the cacophony in your head. No, you can't stand it. It needs to be released to the world.
Just a pity you don't have a multicoloured afro to wear to convey the true horror inside your head to the rest of the world. Mechanically, barely realising what you're doing you throw the stones in the air one after the other.
"Dah, dah, dada, dah, dah, dada Circus! Dah, dah, dada, dah, dah, dada Afro! Circus, Afro! Circus, Afro! Polka dot, polka dot, polka dot Afro!" You boom at the top of your voice, scaring birds from the trees in huge flocks.
The woman stares, one eyebrow twitching. You stop singing only once you've repeated the whole damn song twice. The woman's whole face it twitching in time with the terrible, terrible song.
"What in the name of the Nine was that!?" She screeches. The few birds that had come back take off again in a clatter of wings.
[ ] What now?
Just to reiterate. You aren't a Knight of Order you're SV mind-sharing with a Knight of Order. Don't listen to him, his plans have a high chance of ending the quest via Jyggalag interrupt.
Stabbity
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
Cold logic overtakes you and, despite the majority of yourself screaming not to, you draw a crystalline sword from your armour. It glints dully in the light of the sun. The elf takes a step back, comprehension dawning on her face as absolute terror.
You raise the sword over your head, step so you're towering over the elf and smash down....
The crystal sword buries itself in the ground and the elf starts laughing. She's more than a little hysterical. "Y-You thought that would actually w-work! W-What use would a bound daedra be if they could just kill their master and leave!" Well that's useful to know and the cold, crystalline feeling washes away.
Right.
"Do you have any idea how stupid pulling this shit is?" You ask, leaving your sword buried in the dirt to place your hands roughly where you think your hips are. "Performing a summoning spell that's way over your level? You're fucking lucky you didn't screw up so bad I could kill you." It turns out this crashing crystal voice is actually really good at sounding sassy.
The woman opens and closes her mouth repeatedly like a fish.
"You should have had, like, a dozen enchanted rings of conjuration on you. Not to mention the magicka potions and the summoning circle carved with runes. Honestly this is kind of embarrassing, especially for a High Elf. I mean come on you people are supposed to be good at the magic thing." The elf opposite you is slowly but steadily turning an alarming shade of red.
"I mean at least those morons unwittingly aiding Mehrunes bloody Dagon end the freaking world have some idea of how to summon with style. What was that name... oh yeah! Thalmor! If those idiots had summoned me... us... whatever, anyway point is they would have done it properly." You nod firmly and fold your arms across your chest.
"Be quiet you impudent creature!" The elf roars. Her voice is shrill but really rather powerful and you feel like your ears should be aching. "There was nothing wrong with my spell! I did everything the scroll said to! You're just... just an anomaly! And when you die or get un-summoned I'll just do it again and get a proper bound daedra to help me destroy the Dark Brotherhood!" Her face has turned very read, you think she might have busted a couple of blood vessels with that shout.
"Wait... what did you mean about the Thalmor helping Mehrunes Dagon end the world? Who'd give those prats any real power?" Oh... so she doesn't know about that. Um....
[ ] Write in
Right, here's how this voting thing is gonna work. I find the options with the most votes and work downwards from there until a 'sane' character does something to interrupt the chain. General thread attitude matters as well, if everyone's chatting about how doing vote Y is a terrible idea then I'll be more likely to ignore it in favour of the next vote in the chain.
You raise the sword over your head, step so you're towering over the elf and smash down....
The crystal sword buries itself in the ground and the elf starts laughing. She's more than a little hysterical. "Y-You thought that would actually w-work! W-What use would a bound daedra be if they could just kill their master and leave!" Well that's useful to know and the cold, crystalline feeling washes away.
Right.
"Do you have any idea how stupid pulling this shit is?" You ask, leaving your sword buried in the dirt to place your hands roughly where you think your hips are. "Performing a summoning spell that's way over your level? You're fucking lucky you didn't screw up so bad I could kill you." It turns out this crashing crystal voice is actually really good at sounding sassy.
The woman opens and closes her mouth repeatedly like a fish.
"You should have had, like, a dozen enchanted rings of conjuration on you. Not to mention the magicka potions and the summoning circle carved with runes. Honestly this is kind of embarrassing, especially for a High Elf. I mean come on you people are supposed to be good at the magic thing." The elf opposite you is slowly but steadily turning an alarming shade of red.
"I mean at least those morons unwittingly aiding Mehrunes bloody Dagon end the freaking world have some idea of how to summon with style. What was that name... oh yeah! Thalmor! If those idiots had summoned me... us... whatever, anyway point is they would have done it properly." You nod firmly and fold your arms across your chest.
"Be quiet you impudent creature!" The elf roars. Her voice is shrill but really rather powerful and you feel like your ears should be aching. "There was nothing wrong with my spell! I did everything the scroll said to! You're just... just an anomaly! And when you die or get un-summoned I'll just do it again and get a proper bound daedra to help me destroy the Dark Brotherhood!" Her face has turned very read, you think she might have busted a couple of blood vessels with that shout.
"Wait... what did you mean about the Thalmor helping Mehrunes Dagon end the world? Who'd give those prats any real power?" Oh... so she doesn't know about that. Um....
[ ] Write in
Right, here's how this voting thing is gonna work. I find the options with the most votes and work downwards from there until a 'sane' character does something to interrupt the chain. General thread attitude matters as well, if everyone's chatting about how doing vote Y is a terrible idea then I'll be more likely to ignore it in favour of the next vote in the chain.
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My head is a Dragonbreak
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
First things first, figure when and where you are. "Year, date and location please?"
"Don't you already know?" The elf says, nose in the air imperiously. You sigh, it reminds you more of rocks grating against each other than crystals doing the same.
"Look lady." She bristles at that. "Best I... we can explain is that we... I am experiencing a Dragonbreak. I... we just need to make sure what date it is." God this is confusing. Better settle on either we or I at some point. The woman frowns at you, mouthing what you just said to her back and frowning even deeper than before.
Her face goes white-er and she starts repeating Dragonbreak over and over. "N-No... no that's a lie, impossible." She whispers finally, utterly horrified.
"If you prefer then I have an a-temporal perspective on matters." You're pretty sure that's not actually better than 'dragonbreak in my head' but it's a bit easier to swallow...maybe? "Some time from now, the thalmor will have attempted what is tantamount to deicide for no other reason than the existence of a human god rankles their pride." Distraction powers activate!
"I... I don't believe you, you're just a crazy daedra or golem or something!" She shakes her head furiously, whipping her pale blonde hair back and forth like crazy. "A-Anyway, it's fifteenth of Sun's Height in the four hundred and thirty second year of the third era. Since you asked politely."
"Right, so tell me more about this dark brotherhood business. 'Cause, you know, summoning an Order Deadra to combat Chaos Cultists is a good plan in theory, not so effective in practice. Sithis is about an infinity of orders of magnitudes above the Prince of Order, when he isn't the Prince of Madness, and you don't seem to be the type to advocate genocide. Which is still better than the Thalmor, the omnicidal little emo dirtbags." Well you say 'Order Daedra' and you're certain that they're in here somewhere but you don't feel particularly... ordered. The woman doesn't seem to have registered much, if anything, past you asking her about the assassins.
"They murdered my family!" She sort of wilts and deflates after she shouts that at you. "My father, my mother and my brothers and t-they only left me alone b-because I-I-I...." She starts sobbing into her hands and her knees buckle under her.
[ ] Hugz?
"Don't you already know?" The elf says, nose in the air imperiously. You sigh, it reminds you more of rocks grating against each other than crystals doing the same.
"Look lady." She bristles at that. "Best I... we can explain is that we... I am experiencing a Dragonbreak. I... we just need to make sure what date it is." God this is confusing. Better settle on either we or I at some point. The woman frowns at you, mouthing what you just said to her back and frowning even deeper than before.
Her face goes white-er and she starts repeating Dragonbreak over and over. "N-No... no that's a lie, impossible." She whispers finally, utterly horrified.
"If you prefer then I have an a-temporal perspective on matters." You're pretty sure that's not actually better than 'dragonbreak in my head' but it's a bit easier to swallow...maybe? "Some time from now, the thalmor will have attempted what is tantamount to deicide for no other reason than the existence of a human god rankles their pride." Distraction powers activate!
"I... I don't believe you, you're just a crazy daedra or golem or something!" She shakes her head furiously, whipping her pale blonde hair back and forth like crazy. "A-Anyway, it's fifteenth of Sun's Height in the four hundred and thirty second year of the third era. Since you asked politely."
"Right, so tell me more about this dark brotherhood business. 'Cause, you know, summoning an Order Deadra to combat Chaos Cultists is a good plan in theory, not so effective in practice. Sithis is about an infinity of orders of magnitudes above the Prince of Order, when he isn't the Prince of Madness, and you don't seem to be the type to advocate genocide. Which is still better than the Thalmor, the omnicidal little emo dirtbags." Well you say 'Order Daedra' and you're certain that they're in here somewhere but you don't feel particularly... ordered. The woman doesn't seem to have registered much, if anything, past you asking her about the assassins.
"They murdered my family!" She sort of wilts and deflates after she shouts that at you. "My father, my mother and my brothers and t-they only left me alone b-because I-I-I...." She starts sobbing into her hands and her knees buckle under her.
[ ] Hugz?
Awkward Hugz
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
Oh jeez, she's crying. Moving with extreme care, your armour/skin looks pretty sharp and spiky, you hug the sobbing young woman. You can feel her shuddering and this must look terribly awkward, you certainly feel terribly awkward, a giant, crystal knight gingerly hugging a high elf in the middle of the countryside. You start patting her on the head, that's supposed to help right?
She starts sobbing harder. Argh! What did you do wrong? Panic sets in and you start talking, saying anything that comes into your head.
"Well, it looks like it's time to get my murder quota filled. Do you have any idea where to find the Dark Brotherhood assassins responsible or do you need me to find them too?" That doesn't seem to help, maybe she's just sort of been taking that as red given the whole summoning thing.
"Four hundred and thirty second year of the third era huh? So we've got just over a year--thank you Uriel with your Sir Patrick Stewart wondrous voice for telling us that you die on the twenty seventh of Last Seed in the four hundredth and thirty third year of the third era--before Dagon's forces try and kill Uriel Septem, if you want to try and stop it." Huh, you wonder if Uriel Septim sounds like Sir Patrick Stewart here as well? That would be awesome. Maybe he'll do those speeches like in Next Generation, those were good. Maybe you can stop him dying!
Or the thought occurs to you that you could drag Martin out of the cathedral early and leave him with the Grey Beards and Parthurnax. Actual Dragonborn or not getting Martin the Thu'um can only go well.
"W-What was that about the Emperor?" The young elf in your arms asks quietly.
"You know, you might want to avoid Kvatch for the next year or two." Yeah, better get that out of the way first. Kvatch is gonna go up sooner or later, the time frame of Oblivion is kinda... malleable. "Oh, and don't join the Mythic Dawn, the robes are ugly and their afterlife sucks."
"Wait what!" She starts struggling against your comforting, crystally, awkward as hell hug. "I live in Kvatch! Why would I avoid it? Why are you going on about the Emperor dying and not going near Kvatch? And what's the Mythic Dawn when it's at home?"
You pat her on the head and start singing again, you aren't entirely sure where this song came from but damn it you need it to get out of your head ASAP!
"Doo bah... doobee dee daby doo!" Now she really starts trying to get out... or possibly punch you in the face. It's hard to tell.
"Nine Divines Stop! No singing damn you!"
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She starts sobbing harder. Argh! What did you do wrong? Panic sets in and you start talking, saying anything that comes into your head.
"Well, it looks like it's time to get my murder quota filled. Do you have any idea where to find the Dark Brotherhood assassins responsible or do you need me to find them too?" That doesn't seem to help, maybe she's just sort of been taking that as red given the whole summoning thing.
"Four hundred and thirty second year of the third era huh? So we've got just over a year--thank you Uriel with your Sir Patrick Stewart wondrous voice for telling us that you die on the twenty seventh of Last Seed in the four hundredth and thirty third year of the third era--before Dagon's forces try and kill Uriel Septem, if you want to try and stop it." Huh, you wonder if Uriel Septim sounds like Sir Patrick Stewart here as well? That would be awesome. Maybe he'll do those speeches like in Next Generation, those were good. Maybe you can stop him dying!
Or the thought occurs to you that you could drag Martin out of the cathedral early and leave him with the Grey Beards and Parthurnax. Actual Dragonborn or not getting Martin the Thu'um can only go well.
"W-What was that about the Emperor?" The young elf in your arms asks quietly.
"You know, you might want to avoid Kvatch for the next year or two." Yeah, better get that out of the way first. Kvatch is gonna go up sooner or later, the time frame of Oblivion is kinda... malleable. "Oh, and don't join the Mythic Dawn, the robes are ugly and their afterlife sucks."
"Wait what!" She starts struggling against your comforting, crystally, awkward as hell hug. "I live in Kvatch! Why would I avoid it? Why are you going on about the Emperor dying and not going near Kvatch? And what's the Mythic Dawn when it's at home?"
You pat her on the head and start singing again, you aren't entirely sure where this song came from but damn it you need it to get out of your head ASAP!
"Doo bah... doobee dee daby doo!" Now she really starts trying to get out... or possibly punch you in the face. It's hard to tell.
"Nine Divines Stop! No singing damn you!"
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Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
"Hey at least you aren't crying anymore." You say and she really does start trying to punch you in the face.
You let her go, before she can actually punch you in the face, and she scrambles away from you. She's breathing hard, her cheeks are streaked with tears, she's breathing way to hard and she look a little terrified. Time to explain... or at least try to. There's a lot of stuff to tell her about those questions she asked.
"Well let me explain." You say, raising a hand up and pointing a finger to the sky... wait. "No, explaining will take too long. Let me give you a recap!" You announce proudly. "About a year from now the Mythic Dawn will assassinate the entire royal family to let Mehrunes Dagon invade Nirn. Luckily one of the royal bastards survives, he just so happens to live in Kvatch. A hero, capital H kinda guy foretold in the Elder Scrolls, will turn up to rescue that bastard. And together they fight crime!"
The elf's eyebrows start twitching again. "No wait, I mean stop the daedric invasion! So, er, no worries, really. Aaaaanyway, enough wasting time! Point me at the Dark Brotherhood so I can start filling my murder quota with Sithis cultists!" You should probably try and sound less cheerful the next time you say something like that.... Oh, and you'll need to swing by Kvatch at some point to pick up a newb for Thu'um training. You laugh quietly to yourself at the thought.
Dagon's not gonna know what hit him.
"What do you mean royal bastard in Kvatch!?" The elf screams. "Who in the name of Akatosh would be one of the Emperor's sons in Mara damned Kvatch!? Which you just said to stay away from!" Well... at least now she's rolling with it. That's the spirit!
"Funny you mention Akatosh." You say brightly. The sound of palm meeting forehead sounds repeatedly. "Does the chapel of Akatosh in Kvatch have a Brother Martin? Just I remember him being into Daedra worship at some point... Sanguine if I'm right...." Sounds like the guy inherited something from his old man other than having a big name British voice actor.
"No." She says quietly, hand fisted at her sides as she glares distilled murder at you. "I'm done listening to your crazy talk. I am going to the Brina Cross Inn and you are going to accompany me there, make sure I don't get hurt by some kind of animal and then stay outside."
"Is this about the singing?" You ask and she flounces away, you follow. "Look I am sorry about the singing, one of us likes annoying the rest of us with really, really bad music and we need some way to get it out!" You call after her. You do follow her, after grabbing your sword, it would be sort of bad if she did die from something on the way to an inn.
"Never speak of it again." She growls, over her shoulder at you.
"Hey I know how you can help save the Emperor!" A wonderful thought has crossed your consciousness... kinda. "There's a statue of a well dressed man, juuuust northwest of Leyawiin. You're gonna need a cabbage, a ball of string and a lesser soul gem..."
You both stop. Standing in front of you in an elegant blue dress that looks rough at the edges is another high elf. Her golden blonde hair is tied back in a workman like fashion and you can see her hands are glittering with frost magic even while they're lowered.
"Ah it's been so long since a merchant came this way." She says and there's a cruel edge to her voice. "And then you show up, rich spoiled brat from Kvatch. Drop your purse and your trinkets and I might let you live, a favour as one altmer to another." She smiles, it's a twisted sickening expression. Yeah, she's clearly hostile but why is she hesitating like this?
Her eyes shift subtly towards you. Right, no one's seen a Knight of Order for hundreds or thousands of years. She has no idea what you are and what you can do. She must be hoping she can intimidate the young woman who summoned you into surrendering.
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You let her go, before she can actually punch you in the face, and she scrambles away from you. She's breathing hard, her cheeks are streaked with tears, she's breathing way to hard and she look a little terrified. Time to explain... or at least try to. There's a lot of stuff to tell her about those questions she asked.
"Well let me explain." You say, raising a hand up and pointing a finger to the sky... wait. "No, explaining will take too long. Let me give you a recap!" You announce proudly. "About a year from now the Mythic Dawn will assassinate the entire royal family to let Mehrunes Dagon invade Nirn. Luckily one of the royal bastards survives, he just so happens to live in Kvatch. A hero, capital H kinda guy foretold in the Elder Scrolls, will turn up to rescue that bastard. And together they fight crime!"
The elf's eyebrows start twitching again. "No wait, I mean stop the daedric invasion! So, er, no worries, really. Aaaaanyway, enough wasting time! Point me at the Dark Brotherhood so I can start filling my murder quota with Sithis cultists!" You should probably try and sound less cheerful the next time you say something like that.... Oh, and you'll need to swing by Kvatch at some point to pick up a newb for Thu'um training. You laugh quietly to yourself at the thought.
Dagon's not gonna know what hit him.
"What do you mean royal bastard in Kvatch!?" The elf screams. "Who in the name of Akatosh would be one of the Emperor's sons in Mara damned Kvatch!? Which you just said to stay away from!" Well... at least now she's rolling with it. That's the spirit!
"Funny you mention Akatosh." You say brightly. The sound of palm meeting forehead sounds repeatedly. "Does the chapel of Akatosh in Kvatch have a Brother Martin? Just I remember him being into Daedra worship at some point... Sanguine if I'm right...." Sounds like the guy inherited something from his old man other than having a big name British voice actor.
"No." She says quietly, hand fisted at her sides as she glares distilled murder at you. "I'm done listening to your crazy talk. I am going to the Brina Cross Inn and you are going to accompany me there, make sure I don't get hurt by some kind of animal and then stay outside."
"Is this about the singing?" You ask and she flounces away, you follow. "Look I am sorry about the singing, one of us likes annoying the rest of us with really, really bad music and we need some way to get it out!" You call after her. You do follow her, after grabbing your sword, it would be sort of bad if she did die from something on the way to an inn.
"Never speak of it again." She growls, over her shoulder at you.
"Hey I know how you can help save the Emperor!" A wonderful thought has crossed your consciousness... kinda. "There's a statue of a well dressed man, juuuust northwest of Leyawiin. You're gonna need a cabbage, a ball of string and a lesser soul gem..."
You both stop. Standing in front of you in an elegant blue dress that looks rough at the edges is another high elf. Her golden blonde hair is tied back in a workman like fashion and you can see her hands are glittering with frost magic even while they're lowered.
"Ah it's been so long since a merchant came this way." She says and there's a cruel edge to her voice. "And then you show up, rich spoiled brat from Kvatch. Drop your purse and your trinkets and I might let you live, a favour as one altmer to another." She smiles, it's a twisted sickening expression. Yeah, she's clearly hostile but why is she hesitating like this?
Her eyes shift subtly towards you. Right, no one's seen a Knight of Order for hundreds or thousands of years. She has no idea what you are and what you can do. She must be hoping she can intimidate the young woman who summoned you into surrendering.
Health: 90/90
Magicka: 130/130
Fatigue: 150/150
Magicka: 130/130
Fatigue: 150/150
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Not so suicidal bandits
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
If you could smile you would have. "Oh I remember this! Incredibly suicidal bandits!" The hostile elf blinks at you and smiles, widely. There's a lot of teeth on display, you'd be intimidated if you weren't a walking talking suit of armour.
"There are Eight Points. Kidney, Jugular, Corotid, Liver, Heart, Spine, Lungs, and Eyes. Tell me, little cadaver, where should I start?" You try and intimidate her back… she doesn't look particularly impressed, arms folded coolly over her chest. It's like she's waiting for something. She raises an eyebrow at the woman who summoned you expectantly.
That's enough of that!
With a wild, near hysterical laugh you launch yourself at her, sword outstretched.
The elf in blue sidesteps your lunge coolly and throws one magic covered hand at your face. It's cold, bitterly intensely cold and your vision is obscured by blue ice crystals. If you weren't a daedra that would probably have done more than irritate you.
You scrub the frost away quickly.
The blue clad elf smirks at you, a second ball of frosty magic in her hand. "To think I was even concerned that brute was a threat to me." She laughs.
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"There are Eight Points. Kidney, Jugular, Corotid, Liver, Heart, Spine, Lungs, and Eyes. Tell me, little cadaver, where should I start?" You try and intimidate her back… she doesn't look particularly impressed, arms folded coolly over her chest. It's like she's waiting for something. She raises an eyebrow at the woman who summoned you expectantly.
That's enough of that!
With a wild, near hysterical laugh you launch yourself at her, sword outstretched.
The elf in blue sidesteps your lunge coolly and throws one magic covered hand at your face. It's cold, bitterly intensely cold and your vision is obscured by blue ice crystals. If you weren't a daedra that would probably have done more than irritate you.
You scrub the frost away quickly.
The blue clad elf smirks at you, a second ball of frosty magic in her hand. "To think I was even concerned that brute was a threat to me." She laughs.
Health: 82/90
Magicka: 130/130
Fatigue: 145/150
[ ] Basic Attack (5 stamina)Magicka: 130/130
Fatigue: 145/150
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[ ] Standing Power Attack (10 stamina, -10 to hit, +10 for enemy to hit, 3 x damage)
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