Alfhedil

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

I'm thinking of reviving a character concept from a similar RP from years ago

@BurningCold

By all means, throw up the idea and we can see how workable it is. I'm leaning more towards characters with a lot of potential rather than established bad-asses as a forewarning, not to say that someone can't have a character with a notable background lol.

I cannot promise I shall be able to join, but I'll know in a few days and likely play an Argonian

@POOHEAD189

If you've got the time, we've got the space. Would make our NPC Argonian a little less lonely.

On that note though, there's quite a bit of interest so I'll get a discord server cobbled together here in a few hours or so and see about what needs sorting out with the OOC. Considering it's a relaunch there's not much that should need doing, but you never know with these things.

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

I'm interested, I need a comprehensive ES guide now

@Score1

The UESP is an excellent resource to explore the world of the Elder Scrolls, though I will make note that it's not something that will be strictly adhered to, as at the end of the day the story matters more. I am someone with a rather distinct disdain for "Lorehammer" lol

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

So don't go by the game ranks and get descriptive is the gist?

@Kazemitsu

Pretty much. The idea is to have this be a story, not a game lmao.

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

Soooo how deep into skills/magic are we goin? >.> Cuz I am scrounging my way through that wiki and memory and I don't wanna go overboard XD

@Kazemitsu

Primarily I'm not really looking for a one to one game mechanic type of thing, with numbers and stats lol. Something along the lines of how Lurk detailed Caddach's skills works excellently, like explaining what kinds of skills they may have and to what degree they are skilled in them.

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

This sounds pretty good actually

@POOHEAD189

Ayyyyyyyyyy Oblivion really was the best Elder Scrolls game, and at the very least the one with some semblance of a color palette :v

I'd be interested if allowed.

@Fetzen

Unless you've secretly kicked one of my cats without my knowing, I don't see why not lmao.

Give to me elder scrolls! (Morrowind forever favorite but oblivion is a second fave)

@Kazemitsu

Morrowind was truly one of the Elder Scrolls games of all time, but is also one of my favorite RPGs, so more than welcome

As an aside, I have posted up the actual CS we'll be using into the first post. Just in case anyone wants to work on something while waiting for the OOC proper and such. I do also want to be transparent on some things just so no one comes in and is surprised.

Primarily this will be more based on the setting itself, rather than the games. Yes, we're working alongside the plotlines of Oblivion and will be bringing in some of the quests and characters of it, but we're not limiting ourselves to the mechanics of a game engine. Cyrodiil will be huge, the Imperial City huge, and overall the world of Tamriel will be a lot closer to how it is supposed to be.

That said, as I always maintain in any fandom RP... Canonicity no longer applies the moment the RP starts. There will be divergences, alterations and some things happening that very likely shouldn't. I will of course be doing my best to keep things as close to ES Lore as possible, but we're not on rails for this lmao.

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion

This is the 27th of Last Seed, the year of Akatosh 433 and though few realize it, these are the closing days of the Third Era…

It all began on that one fateful day, a day that perhaps for you it was of no importance until the moment everything changed, or maybe it had been something you had done to become a catalyst. For most Imperials leading up to it, there was no difference between this day and the last, nor certainly the next for that matter. The only notable difference was the exhibition match between The Gray Prince and a visiting Companion from Skyrim. Thousands flooded the arena to behold their own champion facing off against one of the Nords of Skyrim and the tensions between Cyrodillic Nords and their brethren began to boil as the hours passed and each bout brought them closer to the feature match.

Neither was supposed to take the fight seriously, it was just supposed to be an exhibition of the strength of the Empire as a whole, but as blood was spilt and the crowd became more and more violent, all it took was a single brick thrown amongst the refuse. Both men withstood the debris as they knew it was surely a match to inflame the rivalries between provinces, but the plan had always been to clasp hands and proclaim the Empire as the true victor. And that was when a brick struck the Gray Prince and sent him to the sands, a bellowing roar of indignation from the collective crowd as for a moment when he stood it seemed as if the initial intent of non-lethal combat was off. Keen to keep the fight from getting out of hand, the Arena officials called it then and there, quickly ushering out the spectators and getting between the two combatants.

Of course as it was the Arena and even the slightest thing can get two men to fighting over their differences, a palpable tension was in the air as irritable citizens poured from the Arena stands and into the nearby bars to drink and eat away their anger. It was there in Daggerfall Dan's Bar and Grill that a group of people had gathered, unknowing of the fate they shared, you among them. Dozens packed in as the food came hot and fresh, the wait staff doing their best to ease the worries of the crowd but knowing it was a tinderbox just waiting for that first spark.

And it came with a single spilled drink, a roar of outrage, an Altmer of the mages guild flung out of the second story window and a bar brawl that would send a group of men and mer off to their fate…

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Hey hey all you Ehlnofey, once more I am coming in from the top ropes with my concept of an Elder Scrolls RP set in the closing days of the Third Era. This is one of my favorite moments in the Elder Scrolls setting, as it is the precipice of one of the most pivotal moments in the timeline. A thousand years of Septims have ruled in off and on stability, and though this is set just thirty years after the end of the Imperial Simulacrum along with all the conflicts within... The Empire itself has rarely seen such stability and prosperity as it does now. But just like in real life, no one is allowed to have nice things for long and thus already there are motions to bring the Empire down. Once more the fate of the Empire, the provinces and Tamriel itself lays in the hands of the chosen few, a group of people who just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. That place being a popular Arena tavern, already packed full of angry people. The time, shortly after a botched exhibition match with unclear results that had been meant to promote provincial unity. Those chosen few? Our characters, who ended up being caught up in a bar brawl turned riot in the Arena District, and for their safety they have been escorted to the Imperial Prison and stuffed into a very specific cell to wait out the riots.

So basically, in summation. It's Elder Scrolls: Oblivion, but with a group rather than one singular protagonist. And we're using lore rather than the game to define the world, so the Imperial City is an actual city of millions rather than some shitty island lmao.

The Character Sheet

- Basic Information
Name:
Age: (Your character's age, appropriate to their race. Mer typically live two to three times longer than an average Human, and the Beastfolk generally line up with Human lifespans. )
Race: (Choose from one of the standard ten races. Nord, Imperial, Redguard, Breton, Bosmer, Altmer, Dunmer, Orsimer, Khajiit, or Argonian. Anything beyond this should be cleared first.)
Appearance: (A written description is preferred, but a picture can be found acceptable. )
Personality:

- Abilities (From basic survival skills to what kind of magical talent your character has, this section will give more of a direct view on what the character is capable of in any given scenario.)
Skills: (Be reasonable here. The UESP can be a good reference as well as the actual games in terms of baseline skills, but it's not something required or expected. Anything not listed here or in the magic section will be assumed as unskilled or baseline. Alchemy would be listed here as opposed to in the magic section.)
Magic: (Again, use reason and the understanding that this isn't meant to be a one to one with the game. Someone with very little experience shouldn't have a large repertoire of spells, if any at all. On the other hand, someone who has spent their life in the Mages Guild should likely know more spells than they know what to do with. For magic focused characters please denote schools of magic and their proficiency in such, in addition to spells of note. For everyone else who may have some magical ability, note which ones they have on hand. Also again, you do not have to use actual in game spells. This does include enchanting.)

- Equipment (Depending on their physical ability your character can only carry a certain amount of gear on their person. This includes bags, pouches, sacks and other containers. Heavy armor is heavy, and light armor is light. Take that into account when equipping your character. Arrows additionally have weight and are not infinite. This category is intended to stand on its own and is broken down into three sections, the latter two of which are optional. )
Personal Items: (These are items and clothing that your character has on their physical person, what they were wearing when they were put into the cell. Do keep in mind that this may be a very limited list, and would not include any weapons that could be discovered via a simple pat down.)
The Lock Box: (As may be assumed, this section is intended to list out what the guards confiscated from your character before placing them in the cell with the rest of the party. This is where things like weapons and such would go, anything that the guards wouldn't want in a cell full of assumed drunks and rabble-rousers.)
Stored Items: (What isn't on your character physically or confiscated by the guard. This is pretty much for anything of importance that may be found at your character's residence, whether that be an actual home in the Imperial City, a room at the inn, or an heirloom somewhere else entirely.)

Background: (Short history of your character to give an idea as to their past, and how it shaped them as a person.)
Ambition: (An idea of what your character is aiming for, a goal of sorts. This doesn't have to be something grand, magnificent and over-arching, it can be simple and straight-forward, something temporary. Just some form of ambition that is guiding your character, or lack thereof.)

Himitsuraku [Naruto RP]

A bit sloppy in places, and probably not my best work, but here is our resident face-puncher:

Konoha 12 Sheet

木ノ葉 １２
木ノ葉 １２

Konoha 12

_{^D.O.B 06/20/695 | ^Age 16 ^y.o | ^Sato Konoha | ^Region Hibana | ^Rank Chūnin | ^Caste Hyūga Main Branch}

Mimoto
Mimoto

Hyūga Satomi

Shigoto
Shigoto

Vanguard

Joretsu
Joretsu

B-3

外伝
外伝

Flashback

_Monogatari

As many of her clan believe, the fate of Satomi was all but written from the moment of her birth alongside her twin Tomiko. Seen as a blessing by all those of the main branch and the twin side branches of Konoha, the children of Hiroki and Kimiko were received well by the eight branches of the clan Hyūga. Each branch gave an offering, seeking which of the sisters would become the future leader of the clan and already trying to scry the fates of the girls. For days into weeks it was debated by the religious heads of the clan, the family branches and even the Left-Handed path weighing in for the first time in decades on clan matters. Eventually though, it had been decided that Tomiko would become the Hyūga princess, inheritor of the clan and representative of Kaguya in the mortal plane. Though they were too young to understand this, and the decision was celebrated by the entire clan, already repercussions could be felt.

Though in truth, those repercussions wouldn't become truly obvious until the girls were old enough to be moving about on their own, forming their own personalities and gaining their own understandings of the world. Satomi very early on came to see her sister as more, watching as while her family and clan were firm with her on her studies, it was nothing compared to the weight resting on Tomiko. Yet while she could see the future of the clan rested on her sister, she also saw how much it restricted her even at a young age. Satomi could go out and play freely with the other children of the clan, an indifference from her parents at whether her studies were complete at times. Yet, every time she tried to play with her sister, it was always one of the tutors or priests who came by to interrupt and drag her away. For a few years she started to resent the adults of the clan for this, feeling like they were keeping her sister from having fun, at least until...

One day it came to pass that Satomi would realize her true role in the clan. Up until that day she had just seen herself as another Hyūga, true one of the main branch, but no one of any particular prominence. And then, as her and her sister had been enjoying life as any other six year old children would, life changed rather drastically. Later she would come to understand that an enemy of Konoha had infiltrated the village in the hopes of stealing secrets or material to strengthen their own village, and in the process stumbled their way into the Hyūga compound and attempted to kidnap her sister. It was by chance that their father had been patrolling with some of the younger Hyūga guards and noticed the attempt, moving into action immediately and with the kind of violence that neither sister had ever seen from their father before or after the incident. But it had an effect on both Satomi and Tomiko in differing ways.

For Satomi she realized that while the rest of the clan was dedicated to protecting her sister and most would put their lives on the line to do so, it was her sole responsibility above all others. She saw herself as her sister's protector regardless of the efforts of anyone else in the clan, and from that moment she began to devote herself towards being as capable as she could in doing so. And as the years passed, as the two sisters entered the academy and came into their own, Satomi started to prove herself to be worthy of being called the walking disaster that she was. Off and on she began to pick fights with at first other members of the clan, losing many of these until she started with people outside the clan. Little by little she went from coming home bruised in both body and ego, to being brought home by the Konoha police and always with a smug grin. All this not helped by her growing habit of kicking doors open to announce herself, a point that ended with her class in the academy being the only one without a door for the years she attended.

And of course there was the academy itself, and her time there. For a blissfully short moment it managed to become an outlet for her growing love of fighting, learning how to be a proper shinobi and how to fight from people other than visiting family members. But while Satomi was good with her hands and showed a remarkable gift for beating people into submission, she showed far less capability with ninjutsu. Something that some of the other kids teased her on... Usually when she was out of earshot though. It didn't bother her that much though in truth, but she still liked to make sure the rest of her classmates knew she could throw hands with a vengeance. Something one boy in particular learned first hand, when in the last year of the academy before joining a team, he decided to take it upon himself to try and teach her "a kunoichi's place" or something like that. All Satomi really remembered of it was that the kid was being far too smug for someone who couldn't back it up, and when he grabbed her by the hair, she folded him. Well, that and it took three jonin instructors to pull her off him and even then in the end he would never be a shinobi.

All that said and done, her years of terror came to a close when someone had the brilliant idea of pairing both her and her sister together on a team with an Uchiha of all people. Sasuke as their instructor was treated firsthand to how determined she was, and how much of a propensity towards violence she had. The twins together showed remarkable teamwork in the bell test, and while both showed their unique skills firsthand, it was Satomi and her unrelenting pursuit that seemed to catch the eye of their instructor for her potential. No matter what he put them through in the test, Satomi powered through all obstacles and stayed close on him. All until eventually their team passed together, and it was time for missions proper.

In the years following graduation and the attacks on Konoha, Satomi has emerged as one of the village's premier taijutsu specialists and one of the most determined members of the Vanguard. Her mindset has solidified in defending first her sister, then the village and the clan, but to always stand ready in case her Hokage called upon her. There have been rough spots here and there, primarily in her failing to pass the first Chunin exam she had taken, finding herself unable to master Rotation or overcome her weaknesses in combat. The second attempt though, she proved herself more than capable of learning from her mistakes, a surprise to many who had thought her little more than a frontliner. Some lessons from Sasuke in mastering the Chidori helped, but moreso were his tactical assistance that led to her victory in the first round of single combat. Her opponent was a ninjutsu specialist, one who had shown himself rather capable in employing a wide variety of both area denial and direct attack jutsus, and had for a good deal of the match kept her at bay. That was until with no other choice, Satomi simply powered through multiple assaults to get close enough to strike his hands in the middle of forming signs. To the man's credit, even with both hands shattered and a bloody mess, he still tried to fight her, but ended up being carried out of the arena regardless.

At the end of it, Satomi still didn't actually win the combat portion of the chunin exam, but she had proven herself worthy of the promotion and now she stands at the ready to defend her village and clan as a freshly minted Chunin. All while it feels as though the darkest days of Konoha are not yet behind them...

性格
性格

Individuality

_Kokoronaka

One way or another, it has come down to the simple fact that nearly everyone in Konoha and clan Hyūga knows of Satomi either directly or tangentially. This comes from her rather enthusiastic and outgoing personality, making it a point to announce herself in an oftentimes violent manner. From kicking open a door that is very much not meant to open in such a way, to a dynamic entry into the middle of a fight, or just being the loudest voice in the room. Satomi is someone who finds a way to put herself in the center of any group. Though almost anyone will say that it is not for the sake of taking command or steering the group one way or another. Her personality is simply vibrant, free-spirited and uncaring of personal boundaries. Yes, she can be incredibly overbearing at times and many of those who have become friends with her will say that it was very much primarily on her part, but there are also very few who are as supporting as her. There are few who are as unrelenting in their support as she is, more than willing to drop what she is doing to help a friend or otherwise come to their aid. She is always the first person to talk up someone else, even those who aren't outright her friends, and in those times where she puts herself in the center of the group, it is always to support and help bolster another. To a point, the words to describe her most can often times be chaotic and violent, but also loyal and dedicated.

Kirainamono
Kirainamono

Hates

_Kirai
Kumo shinobi, traitors to the clan and village, doors, and having to use her sword

Sukinamono
Sukinamono

Likes

_Suki
Fighting, sparring, Tomiko, the clan, the faith, good food, alcohol and her friends in Konoha

忍道
忍道

Ninja Way

KING

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Spearhead: A modern/near future Special Forces RP (ON HIATUS)

Karishma Jha
_{Time: 27 APR 25
Location: Taniland, Africa}

The rattling of the plane around her was a feeling that she could never quite get used to, a strange preference towards older airframes by operators that struck her as odd. This wasn't her first rodeo so to speak, a bit of an amused smirk as she glanced to the cowgirl at her side and the remarkably calm dog. Figures that the dog would be much more okay with their ride, probably would have stuck his head out the window if that was an option. For but a moment Karishma thought of the gathered operators and what she knew of them, though she had not delved too deeply into their backgrounds beforehand. Arsala with the dog, the group's marksman and humint operative. In most cases she found that meant that there would be a need to avoid fighting, but it was nice to know they had someone to work overwatch. Juichi, pointman and combat engineer. There would probably be a few points where the two of them would need to work together, so she made a mental note of that. As pointman though, she would be following his lead for the most part when it came to combat. Then she came to Santi, "Condor" their drone operator and grenadier. Another supporting operator role that she felt would come in handy quite a bit, regardless of who and where they were fighting. Especially considering their rather discrete nature, having some form of eyes in the sky would be invaluable, and with the bit of background she saw of him... The guy could throw hands.

The other three she wasn't as familiar with, only knowing Meg as their team lead, Sohee as their tech and Moss as the medic and thusly "Doc" to her. But some words of wisdom came to her as the plane shook in a particularly rough patch, reminding her of another time in a very familiar ride. She had been much more nervous then, and it had been a lot colder and rougher a ride. But what she remembered was the relatively relaxed attitudes of the men and women she had been assigned to, a group of operators much like this and led by an incredibly overbearing and enthusiastic Norwegian. "Now Rook, I know this is your first time but just remember this." Magnus, his accent carrying over their ride and a hand on her shoulder as he gave the one bit of advice she held to most over the years. "You got your job, we got ours. No one would be here if they didn't know what they were doing, and that includes you. We're all operators, we got nothing to prove to each other. We got your back, and we know you got ours." It had been something of a surprise to hear, remembering her time in training trying to be the best of the batch for selections and just how competitive everything was. But he had been right, and that mindset got her through those two ops with him and his team.

It was why though she didn't know much beyond some basics of their backgrounds and their roles in this op, Kari didn't have any reservations about Spearhead's selections. She was confident that each of them had the necessary skills for what lay ahead, and if it came down to it each of them would be able to cover for anyone down. All she needed to focus on was her own tasks, following her team lead and the mission at hand. A mission that became all the clearer as the plane touched down and the team shuffled their gear into the only slightly less rickety bus awaiting them. She took a few moments to help out in loading the bus before getting on last and watching the countryside pass by while listening in on the impromptu debrief. From what she gathered on the conversation and the dossier, it looked like they were going to be freeing a resistance leader and helping to set up some connections here that could be used by Spearhead in their overall mission. It made sense to her, primarily in the way of making themselves an ally of the locals and having an easier way to navigate the area. Being able to work with the locals and seen as friendly usually made things a lot easier to operate in a region. When it came to be her turn for the dossier, she looked over it and got enough of an overview to tell her what she needed about the man himself.

"Expected casualties, boss? We going in hard or soft?" She could deal with either, but she tended to find that once things got loud they stayed loud for the rest of an engagement and sometimes it was nice to avoid. Her breaching bag to the side in the seat, she looked over her supplies again. Some thermite pens, a pick kit and of course the heavier stuff. "I'll also second that on any info we can get on infrastructure. I can get us in the door regardless, but could help to know the shortest route possible."

The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

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The Orange Road - Cyrodiil

Despite parting in disappointment for how their militia had been founded, Khaliya took the time she had to try and adapt as much as she could to the adventure ahead. She carefully considered the cover necessary, spent the septims she had been given on appropriate materials such as a lightly weathered robe and study materials, and read through some rather basic scholarly works on the local Ayleid ruins. By the time breakfast came around and the group was gathering once more, she looked enough the part of an assistant academian to Arndvir and when they were on the road she alternated between talking with him and Sylruna on some basic knowledge necessary. While some were only concerned in keeping the cover long enough to get into Bruma, she was keen on making it as firm as possible, so as to stand up not only to basic and cursory scrutiny, but also the not uncommon cases of the actually observant. As her uncle and the thieves of Sentinel had taught her, always engineer a cover that could stand the test of not just the zealous and paranoid, but the overly curious. So step by step she solidified herself as appearing every bit just a modest and rather mousy redguard woman serving as the assistant to the real scholars as her primary cover. Just enough knowledge of the Ayleids, arcane engineering and architecture that only real scholars would be able to unravel the cover, and she was confident in her backup as well.

Though as they carried on up the Orange Road things slowly began to shift. Her and Sindri the Reachwoman appeared to notice it first, a slow dimming of the forest ambience. A strange shift in the air. The Reachwoman excused herself first, maybe a little more paranoid than her, but as they continued she picked up on the rather distinct senses of trouble ahead. It was something she had picked up from her father over the years of guiding the tribe through the desert and along the coast. A particular way of the land that seemed ill at ease from the presence of bandits or highwaymen. The latter were the most easily dealt with, usually able to be paid off and passed by without too much hassle. Thieves and Highwaymen were the least concerning for that, most of the time they didn't want to pick a fight and with the Militia arrayed as they were... Very few except the boldest would try and extort this group for coin. But bandits. Those were a different story. Savages and thugs, Khaliya held a poor opinion on those who turned to banditry for all the hardships they inflicted upon the people of Tamriel. They were the kind of people that would steal and kill regardless, lacking in morals and decency often enjoying what they did while others resorted to crime merely out of desperation.

After Sindri departed from the group, Khaliya made a similar excuse as well and began to fade off into the forests on the north side of the road. From what she knew of the roads ahead, this would be the side with higher ground and thus more advantageous to archers and mages to attack the group. There was never a guarantee of course, often enough bandits were not the most intelligent or tactical of people, but she wanted to be sure of things just in case. Every so often she caught sight of the Reachwoman, and when she did manage to catch her eyes she did a quick series of Yokudan hand signs that her tribe used to communicate silently. A hand signing down low to indicate silence and stealth, then motioning up ahead and back to the group. She was hoping that it would be clear enough to be understood, but soon enough an answer to that foreboding silence came to them.

Some Nord woman was screaming nonsense about papers and studies, but more to Khaliya's concern was the collection of Imperials and Nords that dispersed from the forest and ambushed the Militia. She had been careful herself not to be seen by any other bandits holding back and made sure that Sindri could see her similarly moving to counter-attack the ones raining arrows down upon their companions. Slowly and silently she approached an Imperial who had managed to put an arrow into Kiffar, a man who was already notching another and carefully tracking the large orange khajiit. Without waiting to see whether the man would strike his mark for a second time, Khaliya surged forwards with light steps, both hands coming forwards to grasp him from behind. Her left hand came over his mouth to muffle his surprise, but she knew she didn't quite have the strength to hold on for long. That was where her right hand came to grasp the man by the throat, squeezing as if grasping the handle of a blade and a glow forming from within his neck. Her Shehai manifested instantly and violently, a blade of starlight rending through the man from the inside and disappearing before the light of the starlight made steel could be seen by others.

Khaliya let the man go and fall to the forest floor, silently disappearing back into the shadows as he desperately tried to alert his companions without vocal chords...

The Elder Scrolls: Before the Great War

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Weynon Priory - Chorrol, Cyrodiil

Once more it seemed that Sylruna was the voice of reason and diplomacy, being careful and considerate of the rather varied makeup of the group and doing her best to find some form of cohesion. That said as the group devolved into arguing she couldn't help but feel her initial optimism diminish moment by moment. Her initial smile and honesty towards the others fading as several others passed over much of what she said to focus on the merchant idea if they gave her heed at all. It wasn't like Khaliya was unused to being passed over in such groups, but it still stung and she gave a glance to the dunmer woman similarly doing her best. Eventually though, the Confessor came to the rescue in a way to try and give them some form of direction and at least it looked like one of her ideas was an agreed upon starting point.

In her honest opinion it would have been most ideal for the Confessor or a similar agent of the Empire to serve in a leadership position of this militia, at the very least to ensure the interests of the Medes were being looked after and that their plan wouldn't go off the rails. Something the Legionnaire seemed surprisingly disinterested in. Still, while she found it strange that the man of the Legion couldn't find himself capable of working within the militia, she gave him a nod of respect on his way out and turned her attention back to the others. "I'll reiterate, that I was not against your suggestion Arnvidr." She began, nodding to him and thinking on the suggestion more fully. It really wouldn't take much to appear as a research expedition, as he and Sylruna had discussed already. "I was merely suggesting that if we were to use that as a cover, it would be ideal to ensure we are all properly equipped and have the expected materials to appear as such. A man of learning such as yourself would have no trouble looking the part, and Sylruna has mentioned similar capability. I feel few would look past Kiffar as a mercenary, but myself and others may need a little work to blend in better."

And that brought her to Meen-La. The criminal and a growing voice of dissent and disunity among the group. She seemed to be full of opinions, but short on any intention on working together with the others. Quick as she was to chastise everyone else, quicker was she to try and claim a leadership role for herself. She knew those kinds of people well, having seen their kind often in her travels across Tamriel. Being a criminal was the least of her issues for Khaliya though. "Though I don't think it wise to challenge our big furry orange friend for leadership, I think with settling on the cover of a research expedition, that Arnvidr makes for a more ideal choice in leadership. Choosing a criminal for leadership would be ill-advised and honestly a non-starter, as I feel it would severely hamper the efforts of the Hidden Militia and make our patrons rather vulnerable politically."

Khaliya gathered up her belongings and pulled on a pair of simple silk gloves, starting out towards the door, but making sure to give a respectful bow of her head towards those who remained. "I will endeavor to find an appropriate for myself according to the plan, and will meet with the rest of you in the morning."