Blood Of Our Ancestors (OOC) ::

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    Ungoliant the Consumer

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    Hmph.

    The spawn of Hell swarm at our gates, break upon our walls without rest nor recovery. Now you come bearing ill news of bandits in the mountains, desecrating the tombs of our forefathers; past lords and kings of the Orsimer. Already this city faces the threat of one Daedric Prince, and yet the surrounding clans seem adamant to worship another – a false deity, a demon bearing the skin of our people.

    Drive back the Daedra, close the Gates of Oblivion, and show these people the true nature of their god. Place a bounty on the thieves, five thousands Septims for the heads of those bastards that think they can steal from the dead. The blood of our ancestors runs in my veins, the same forebears they insult, to steal from them is to steal from me.

    Orsinium has struggled through fire and steel, tempered by war; let us show these Daedra how greatly they underestimate the strength of the Orc.

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    King Gortwog gro-Nagorm has issued a bounty on a large party of bandits situated in the northern reaches of the Wrothgarian Mountains. For weeks they have traversed the peaks of Wrothgar, sacking the tombs of Orc Chieftains and past Kings of Orsimer and continue to do so. The threat of Oblivion limits what King Gortwog can accomplish, already battling the Daedra swarming outside the city in a constant battle, whilst more gates continue to open throughout the province.

    Though word has spread of how to close the gates, they continue to appear as fast as they can be closed, and with no end in sight, Gortwog resorts to hired help. Mercenaries and Sellswords, forming a small band of fighters to trek through the mountains and deal with the thieves.

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    Name: Bjarne Halvorsen

    Gender: Male

    Race: Nord

    Age: 37

    Appearance: Rugged, well tanned for a Nord due to extended stays in hotter climates. Tall, standing at just over 6′ and well built, muscular. Bears four clawmark scars down his left cheek, running dangerously close to his throat; though it had mostly healed – they were shallow.

    For the journey through Wrothgar, donned in a chainmail curaiss over a linen shirt, and thick furs covering all but his face, with a fur hood when it gets windy.

    Notable Equipment: Bar the necessities, a one-handed Battleaxe inscribed with Nordic runes, and a round shield crafted from Ebony. At his belt hangs a couple Black Ceramic baubles of Pitch, with little sticks of string at the top. Also attached to his belt is a small crossbow, not large enough to be of considerable effect, but a small bolt placed in the right spot could certainly cause some damage.

    Carries a few lockpicks. The typical treasure hunt requires them, but some straight up coin from this job would do well enough.

    Profession: Treasure Hunter.

    Class: Barbarian.

    Attributes: Strength, Endurance.

    Birthsign: The Warrior.

    Major Skills: Blunt, Block, Athletics, Acrobatics, Light Armour, Security, Marksman.

    Biography: A treasure hunter. The opportunistic kind, the one that doesn’t mind getting his hands a little dirty, and maybe his conscience at the same time. Bjarne has been dedicated to his particular “career” for almost fifteen years, having travelled all over Tamriel in search of greater and more valuable treasures. He was somewhat of a collector. He liked fine jewels, old statues and little curios that he didn’t quite know what they were for. Of course he sold the occasional one to support himself, but most were kept, some perhaps worthless to everyone but himself; a reminder that he’d discovered something long since lost… his own little piece of history.

    Now, that’s not to say Bjarne is overly sentimental, simply optimistic about the true value of things. However, not so optimistic as to believe he could simply get by on old books and rusty crowns; he needed money, and was unwilling to part with much of his … loot. That is what brings him to Orsinium. A chest full of five thousand gold Septims and the opportunity to plunder the tombs of Orsimer Kings with his own scapegoat to boot… it was an offer he could not refuse.

     

    ”What is bravery without a dash of recklessness?”

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    Bardicnonsense

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    Dunmer Templar

    Name: “Center”

    Gender: Male

    Race: Breton

    Age: 32

    Appearance: Scruffy ex-scholar in Hammerfell-style clothing assembled from once-finery, now rubbed and rotted down to patches and pieces. Wide, glassy blue eyes, brown hair, and no right arm from just below the shoulder, down.

    Notable Equipment: Stout but cracking leather jacket, an old, ornate, flower-gilt scimitar hangs from his right hip. A handy-craft furry-collared cloak.

    Profession: Wanderer

    Class: None

    Attributes: Willpower, Endurance

    Birthsign: The Lover

    Biography: The man who calls himself Center was the arrogant son of the mayor of a coastal Craglorn town. Believing himself invincible, as many young men do, he resolved to earn his fortune serving the chieftains of Anequina. He won a modicum of glory and coin as a veteran of the border-wars between Elsweyr and Valenwood, but his cocksure attitude lost him an arm to a poisoned arrow. Worked his way north until he found a place working as a librarian in one of the many sword-schools of that land-or so he claims. Locals remained curious about why he left what seemed to them the easy life. Center earned his coin in the Wrothgarians by cutting wood, hauling water, baking, and occasionally writing up documents for the poor of the area. Stubborn, proud, prone to disparaging, but loyal to a fault and a true friend of the poor and tradition. When the jaws of Oblivion opened, he found himself obligated to avoid the townships he once roamed between. The opportunity to be earned in group safety and private wealth spurred him to answer the Orsimer king’s call.

    Edit in: my sister sketched up Center.

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    Gladerunner

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    Bosmer Dragonknight

    Name: Hatchelin Wraithwood

    Gender: Male

    Race: Bosmer

    Age: 28

    Appearance: A slightly worn down Bosmer sporting a functionally strong body. With roughly unkempt hair and a stubble beard, he stands at about 5’10 and has typical amber eyes with his dirty looking skin.

    Notable Equipment: A composite horn bow, quiver, masterwork hatchet, scale-mail chestpiece, leather armor, backpack and a wooden buckler.

    Profession: Huntsman

    Class: Woodsmer – Adept at traversing any woodland realm. Favors accuracy of the bow, lay of the land, and the strength to fell a tree.

    Attributes: Agility, Speed

    Birthsign: The Steed

    Major Skills: Marksman, Light Armor, Axes, Acrobatics, Athleticism, Block

    Biography: A Bosmer content to live on the land. Born to ordinary parents, he learned marksmanship and survival skills in Valenwood like all of his kin. He set out to escape their reverence of the Green Pact, and see the world’s distant lands. He’s made his coin guiding lost travelers back to civilization, though his true calling is slaying the creatures that lurk in the countryside. While wild animals are his forte, there is no greater, wilder game than bandits and marauders who litter the jungles. Recently, Daedra have been a profitable prey, but only when the terrain is favorable. Searching for the greatest and most rewarding hunt yet, he finds himself in Orisinium, though remains suspicious of a reward so enticing in a land full of the naturally strong.

    If you want to hide something evil, hide it in something boring.

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    Ava Blackthorne

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    Breton Sorcerer

    Name: Valkyria Arcterium.

    Sex: Female.

    Race: Imperial.

    Age: Late Twenty’s

    Place of birth: Anvil.

    Home: Primarily Anvil, but Orsinium is also a place she calls home, having spent many years of her life along side the Orc’s.

    Religion: Worships The Nine Divines, primarily Akatosh.

    Profession: Leader of a small group who have dedicated themselves to Akatosh, and to the eradication of Daedra, their followers, and their creations. This group during the Oblivion Crisis spent all of their time searching for Oblivion gates, sealing them, and eradicating all of the Daedra that spewed from them.

    Class: Warrior.

    Specialization: Combat.

    Attributes: Strength, Endurance.

    Birthsign: The Warrior.

    Main Skills: One-Handed, Block, Destruction, Medium Armor, Speechcraft, Restoration, Athletics.

    Notable Equipment: Valkyria typically wears Black & White Medium Armor, made from the finest materials, and specifically crafted for her at the Skyforge in Skyrim. Her most valuable possession would have to be her sword, crafted from from Ebony and forged in the fires of the Skyforge. The Sword was forged of pure Ebony with it’s only other materiel being A blue, luminescent crystal placed in the hilt of the sword. This Blue crystal was a rare piece of Aetherium that had been passed down through her family for generations, she had become obsessed with it since being a small child, having spent many years of her life trying to find more of the materiel with little success. She also carries a Ebony dagger, a small axe, several potions, as well as a amulet of Akatosh around her neck.

    Biography: A Imperial born into a wealthy, very well known & respected family. Valkyria was born & raised in the city of Anvil along the Gold Coast. After many years of traveling all across Tamriel, from fighting in the Arena in The Imperial City, to learning along side the Orc’s of Orsinium, all the way to the far reaches of The Summerset Isles she has earned herself quite the reputation. Some consider her to be an outlaw, some a hero, others are unsure. But one thing remains the same in the stories that are told of her, that being her prowess & skill in combat. Many of the stories that have been told describe a fearless woman, wielding a flaming sword, who’s face is covered mostly by warpaint. Some considered these stories to be the fabrication of drunkards, and hooligans, while others believe that she simply favored by the Nine Divines, with Akatosh being at the helm. Having a mixed reputation has come at a cost, some have placed a bounty on her head, while others have said that she has good heart, and is simply trying to protect others from harm. Regardless of her intentions both her & those who follow her have become hunted by those she has dealt with in the past. Her Victory inside of the Imperial City Arena provided her with no shortage of those who wish to strike her down & be known as the one who defeat The Champion, while others seek revenge for those she defeated. During her time in the land of the elves she caught the eye of the Thalmor, who to say the least were not fond of her belief in Talos being on the divines. Despite all of this she continues the travel the land, and during the Oblivion Crisis she seeks to close as many Oblivion Gates as possible. It is her belief that the Daedra are the greatest threat to Nirn, and should they be allowed to gain so much as a inch on Tamriel that it could very well mark the end of Nirn as a whole.

     

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    Almeir Grayscale

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    Argonian Nightblade

    Name: Teros Viliron

    Gender: Male

    Race: Imperial-Breton

    Age: 33

    Appearance: Short brown hair hugs his head, while his round, clean-shaven face fills out the rest. Standing at 5′ 7″, he is forced to look up to talk to most. His most notable feature is his light hazel eyes

    Notable Equipment: “Barrowed” arms and armor from the skingrad armory, consisting of armor and a shield marked with the city’s crest, a long sword, and a simple wooden bow. He also carries a family heirloom in the form of a pendent around his neck.

    Profession: Ex-guard

    Class: City Guard

    Attributes: Strength, Endurance.

    Birthsign: The Steed

    Major Skills: Blade, Block, Heavy Armor, Armorer, Hand-To-Hand, Archery, Athletics

    Biography:  The news of what happened to Kvatch tore through Skingrad fast, but it hit Teros harder than most. Fearing the daedra and that Skingrad would be next, he fled north with as much as he could carry in an attempt to hide out with relatives in Wayrest. However, on his way through the Alik’r, an opened gate stopped his progress, forcing him to find another way through. Disregarding a trip by sea, he tried travel the long way around only to be met by another gate in Bangkorai.

    Now trapped in Orsinium and running low on gold, Teros is running low on options. Besides, dealing with bandits is a lot easier than dealing with the monsters known as daedra…

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    Patelin JR

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    Name: Weynon Ceccelo (Pronounced suh-chell-oh)

    Gender: Male

    Race: Redguard

    Age: 18

    Appearance: A fairly tall and gangly lad standing at six foot, with a lean athletic build. Closer inspection reveals a youthful face with expected Yokudan features, dark brown eyes, plump lips and thick wavy hair. Weynon’s not exactly a maiden’s dream, his face is freckled and his nose is slightly bent to one side courtesy of a pony’s hoof. The boy’s bronze skin is a few shades lighter than his mother’s and a few shade darker than his father.

    Attired for the freezing winds of Wrothgar he is spotted in thick Fighters Guild furs when training and running erands through the streets of Orsinium. Though he owns no guild cloak as of yet. His leather boots tuck into worn beige breeches and a belt wraps across his waist holding his sheathe and several pouches.

    Personality: Weynon’s rather transparent of mood and straight forward, he may even seem simple minded to some. But he’s observant and always willing to learn and improve. There is a goofyness to him and agreeableness that makes him quite likeable and easy to talk to; he can make friends quickly due to his Down-to-Nirn nature. The boy is somewhat lacking in a sense of racial and cultural identity, due to being a mutt. Weynon can’t read or write either, scholarly pursuits and lore bore him easily, his heart thirsts for the outdoors and adventure, and the Fighters Guild filled all these gaps in.

     

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    Not-so-Brief History: Born in a small porting settlement in County Kvatch named Sunshore, she sits along the Brena River bordering Hammerfell and is a weeks ride North and West from Kvatch, a shorter sail and ride South-East from the Redguard City, Rihad. Sunshore is a fishing village that may lack in size but makes up for it in utility, serving as one of the gateways between Hammerfell and Cyrodiil. The architecture is a mix of Colovian masonry and Yokudian woodworking, the people a mix of feisty, romantic and slighty mad Imperial Colovians and stoic and honourable Redguards. In a way, the village is kindred to Weynon himself, like many born therein.

    He grew up in this close knit community, leading a simple life under the guidance of his Imperial Father, Stenson and care of his Redguard Mother, Belinda Ceccelo. Even from a young age he was labouring at the ports, foraging the planes and fishing along the Gold Coast. Many adventurers, guildsmen and explorers passed through Sunshore throughout the years, Weynon would always bug them for their stories and tales, they inspired him and left him determined to embark upon the world waiting for him outside of his Village one day. Sunshore gave a warm send off to would-be Arena combatants and even performed ancient Yokudian rituals said to bless their sword arm.

    Weynon eventually got fed up with the same scenery, the same tasks, the same fish and the same people. At sixteen years old he declared his desire to join the Fighters Guild, much to his parents’ protests “You’ll get yourself killed” they’d tell him, dismissing the subject every time he brought it up. Their concerns were valid. The boy didn’t exactly have a talent for the blade, nor was he of a warrior’s physique. But eventually his Father sympathised with his Son’s ambition he’ d find him a mentor and would allow him to train and one day join the Port Guard as a compromise. Weynon took the opportunity and applied for enlistment but sadly was refused apprenticeship due to his illiteracy. The days and nights went by, he grew more fed up of his mundane life, hearing stories of the great deeds of greater men and mer. Until one sunrise, a Fighters Guild supply carriage docked across the river en route for Anvil to the South. The boy looked out to the Abecean Sea and made his choice, he would be leaving with that carriage tomorrow. He packed, passed on word for his Family that promised he’d be back soon… and gods know how – managed to sneak himself inside the cargo that evening.

    He’d no quality armor beyond the simple chitin fashioned from River Brena’s Mudcrabs. But was accepted as a novice into the garrisons of the Anvil Fighters Guild and spent a year or so training as a novice, yet to take on his first professional contract. Weynon would visit Sunshore and his family and friends as oft as he could, each time he returned he’d be better. Reluctant to accept his choice and angry at first, his parents eventually forgave his reckless departure and accepted the dangerous life he chose for himself. Weynon vied to earn a promotion, but to do so he would have to find a tutour willing to give him an apprenticeship. The lines were long however in the Anvil Guild, a guardian could only take on so many lackeys at a time, and only exceptional prospects made the cut here, a standard beyond the boy’s grasp. He struck gold hearing of the visit of Orsimer Guardian, Lozroth-gro Amon, who would take potential Apprentices. However this came with a catch.

    Lozroth believed Cyrodiil too ‘soft’ a place to train under in his way, he requested novices travel with him all the way to the far North of Tamriel to a land of snow, stone and steel. Wrothgar. Lozroth valued hunger, courage and dedication over promising technique, most were smart enough to find another mentor if they were good enough. But Weynon had never heard of Wrothgar, it couldn’t be all that bad, Lozroth seemed quite jovial as he checked the boy’s form. He wasn’t all that impressed with this redguard lad’s footing or eye, but took a liking to him. He seemed to have the traits he valued most. “Really don’t suppose you’re smart enough to know what you’re gettin’ yerself into, Runt. My homeland is unlike anything you’d imagine in ya worst nightmares and piss stained pants. You’ll be a long’ un from ‘ome, kid. Thousands of miles North ‘ere, the air’s so cold you’ll shittin’ brown icicles, and I ain’t bringin’ you back if you start cryin’ like a liddle brat. I’ll give yer’ week to decide and think about it, say your farewells. You’ll be gone a long time.”

    And so he did. Weynon would notify his Family this time, and explained he’d be gone for a long time. He would be entire countries away, in Orsinium. The boy didn’t comrehend the weight of such a commitment, but his Parents knew the foolish boy would find a way no matter how hard they tried to stop him. His final week with his family went by faster than any he had ever spent in Sunshore, on his final day they had a Wise, perform the old Yokudian ritual they’d offer to aspiring Arena combatants, said to bless one’s sword arm. Weynon’s arm felt no different, but on the day of his departure he received a send off from his friends and family befitting of Agronak The Grey Prince, Valkyria Arcterium or Maenriel The Gladius. Weynon reluctantly left and returned to Guardian Lozroth. Ready to head up the Gold Road with he and the other ignorant novices who dared to train with him.

    After months of travel, Weynon had not long suffered Wrothgar before news spread like a fire of the assassination of Emperor Uriel Septim VIi. Kvatch… a smoking ruin. The gates open.

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    ok i got a bit carried away with tha backstory TL;DR dumb boy from dumb village does dumb things

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    Ava Blackthorne

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    Let’s get it rolling ! :)

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    Bardicnonsense

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    I can’t believe @Patelin-JR returned and didn’t even come say hello to me. I fell, like, totally spurned, yo.

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    Ungoliant the Consumer

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    He’s just walked in the door, give him a chance to leap into your arms @Bardicnonsense .

    PS – I’m writing the IC now. I was waiting to see if @mrdstar would be joining, but he can always throw in a character sheet and join in if he wants to.

    ”What is bravery without a dash of recklessness?”

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    Patelin JR

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    Bardicnonsense said on August 23, 2017 :

    I can’t believe @Patelin-JR returned and didn’t even come say hello to me. I fell, like, totally spurned, yo.

    I never left. I was always with you, Bardy.

    In Your Heart.

    In other news: That’s a loovleh IC thread you gots there, I shall post asap

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    Bardicnonsense

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    I’ll post within the day if we don’t get a bite.

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    Ungoliant the Consumer

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    Okay. I’ll await Patelin, Almeir, Jess and yourself before posting (maybe).

    If anyone intends on entering the castle to “speak with the king” before my character gets there, just know we’re not actually going to be seeing anything of the king, but instead his steward. I’ll RP the steward for the time being so I can feed the proper details.

    ”What is bravery without a dash of recklessness?”

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    Ava Blackthorne

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    What’s the stewards name, and other info, will go to him in my next post.

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    Ungoliant the Consumer

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    Orc names are so freakin’ weird… let’s go with… Yashna gro-Oglakh. They all sound stupid.

    ”What is bravery without a dash of recklessness?”

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    Patelin JR

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    Aye, I’ll see if Almeir wants to post before me since they’re just coming out the tavern. Does the character help drunks and bums or will he just wants to go see the kang n shiet.

    Found out next time on Blood Of Our Ancestors!

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    Ungoliant the Consumer

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    @Patelin-JR – Promoted to Head of Propaganda.

    ”What is bravery without a dash of recklessness?”

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    Bardicnonsense

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    @Patelin-JR do the thing. Somebody for God’s sake do the thing. I’m LANGUISHING over here.

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    Ungoliant the Consumer

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    Me too. Something along the lines of “languish”… I think it’s called… oh, what’s the phrase… “waiting with patience and nonchalance”.

    SO SOMEBODY POST AND SAVE US ALL THIS AGONY. Please.

    ”What is bravery without a dash of recklessness?”

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    Patelin JR

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    As you command, my Lords. I shall post immediately. It seems my Raven did not reach @Almeir-Greyscale. Or perhaps my messenger Gendry didnt make it back to the wall. It would have been much easier if our Queen just let us borrow a dragon in the first place, so that we could have just brought a white walker back quickly without having to walk hundreds of miles in a blizzard full of undead bears and javelin gold medalist zombie kings but I suppose we’ll have to make do with what we have.

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    Bardicnonsense

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    I just want to say I’m drunk and I just won True American. Levin would be proud. Now someone else post.

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