Altered Tundra

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

And here I thought the large amount of OOC posts meant we were gonna get some reviews. Instead, y'all a bunch of fucking spammers. :P

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

@Not Fishing Not that I'm against changing it up, but how common is it for crossbreeding offspring taking after the race of their father and not the mother?

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

I’m an idiot.

Her footsteps continued at a quick pace, her frustration leading the way. Where was she even trying to go? Mentally, she wanted to go as far away as possible, and had half a mind to head straight to the old bar and lock herself in a room. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, she didn’t want to see anyone, she wanted to punch something, she wanted to cry, she wanted to do a lot of things. Unfortunately for the nearby wall, one of those things were executed as she came to a stop, unleashing a powerful punch to the wall and forming a messy hole.

Emiri’s hand hurt, though it certainly alleviated some of her pent up emotion. As she looked at her hand, she heard a familiar voice shouting Aloa’s name. Lorenzo still hadn’t caught on? She almost felt bad, though she then realized that the damage to the wall would certainly get pinned on her. Crap, what was she thinking?! As if Cassandra didn’t have enough of a reason to hate her! Slightly panicking, Emiri backed away, looking for an escape. A nearby door, heavier than the others, caught her attention--it would most likely lead outside. She could hear Lorenzo’s shouting getting louder, she quickly went through.

As she closed the door behind her, the night air bit at her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. It looked like she could either take a path that lead...somewhere, or another path that led...elsewhere. She hadn’t the slightest idea where to go, though a few lights in the distance caught her eye. She chose the left path and began to walk, letting her curiosity get the better of her. The path ended rather shortly, though she was astonished at the sight laid out before her.

In the distance was a stone gazebo surrounding a statue of someone. A grand pond stood before it, the water's surface covered in sleeping water lilies and other plant life. Speaking of plantlife, the willow trees hung all around her, several lights weaved between the branches and hanging down, illuminating the place nicely. She would follow the stone path, examining the many flowers and rocks set down. Whoever designed this place did so beautifully.

She knelt down, examining the water. Something rippled through it, though she wasn’t sure what it was that she was looking for.

“Finally, I found you.” Jaakuna panted heavily, stopping just a few paces away from Emiri. He saw she was gazing into the water. He didn’t know what she was looking at, but he was too busy trying to catch his breath. “Do you know how hard it is to find you while avoiding Lorenzo’s dumb ass?” Jaakuna asked rhetorically, still panting, though not as much. The few moments he took to stop helped his breathing.

She didn’t respond right away, though she would reach out and grab something. Standing up, she would walk over to Jaakuna, opening her hand to reveal a firefly. It crawled onto her finger for a moment, though it would glow and flutter away. Watching it leave, Emiri looked back at the pond, sitting down. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” She muttered.

Jaakuna let out a long sigh. He knew he had to approach this a different way. Obviously, she was feeling some type of way, so perhaps instead of acting like Jaakuna, Jackson should take a stab at it. “Maybe I can try this a different way.” Jackson took a seat next to Emiri as he looked at the pond. “You’re mad, aren’t you?”

Ah, hit the nail on the head. She hugged her knees, watching the fireflies over the water. Be honest. Remember? She could hear Keiran prod at her from a distance. He was right. She promised. “Back at the castle...you brought up how much things have changed,” Emiri started slowly. “A lot has happened between the first time we met and now. I haven’t been myself in some time...even now, I feel like I’m not all here. Not yet. I don’t know why--maybe Wesley had a point in that whole thing with the Word.” She paused, resting her hands on her feet for a moment, trying to properly collect her thoughts.

“The only thing that’s made me feel whole is you. I don’t know if I’ve just become some love sick girl or if I’m just going crazy. We’re past the point where we’ve said we love each other, but it’s more than just words. There’s a part of me that understands what you did. Really. I still hate it, but I understood. And then, I thought…’Maybe he changed his mind about us. Maybe I went past the point of no return.’ I don’t think it was intentional, but...right now is basically the only time we’ve had to ourselves.”

“What are you trying to say, Emiri?” Jackson asked, looking towards her.

She finally brought herself to look back at him. “Honestly...you did the right thing. But I don’t like this person you’ve become,” She stated, concerned. “You had your reasons--fine. And then next time, what will happen? Or after that? I know you haven’t admitted it, but I know you want to return Archadia to rule as Jackson Darcone--”

“And again, you only have half of the story. I don’t want to, Emiri; I have to.” Jaakuna informed her, gripping his pant leg and gritting his teeth slightly.

Emiri shook her head. “That isn’t half the story! It’s the whole thing!” She couldn’t help but respond in kind. “You won’t admit it, but there’s a part of you that wants to. And that part of you…” She struggled to find the words to properly explain herself. “That’s...that’s not you. You basically put our relationship on the line. I don’t like what you did! Most people would consider that cheating! The Jaakuna I know wouldn’t resort to doing something like that no matter what!”

“It’s true that kissing another woman isn’t something I would do, I’ll give you that. However,” Jaakuna turned his head to face Emiri, “Letting Zodiark influence you so easily isn’t something Emiri would do.”

Emiri stared at him for what seemed to be a long time. “So you went there, huh…” She said quietly, returning her gaze towards the pond as she stretched her legs out in front of her. Out with it. Come on. “I can’t believe it...” She was incredulous, shaking her head. “I don’t want this! I don’t want this person next to me! I want the real Jaakuna!” She shouted, her hands on her head, though she immediately looked back at him. “Why?! Why is it that it has to be this way?! I don’t...I can’t take this!!” She said, pushing herself off the ground as she stood. Why couldn’t she just be outright? No, she needed to recollect her thoughts. She looked towards the gazebo, and started walking towards it.

“That’s right, just walk away,” Jaakuna said, not even looking at her. “That’s all you ever do. Whenever a situation gets even moderately tough for you to handle, you run away. You did it when Reia thought you were the key to her power. You did it in Bhjuerba and you’re doing it now.” Jaakuna sharply snapped, his voice colder than Savayna’s Blizzaja.

Don’t take that from him. Come on! Keiran kept mentally urging her. Emiri inhaled, and then exhaled. No, he was right. He was turning this around on her, and the conversation was not going where it needed to. She had to take charge again--or at the very least, try to get her point across.. “I wanted to collect my thoughts. But honestly, you’re right--and I’m letting you have it, so you better prepare yourself,” She stated boldly, turning around and glaring at him. “I’m not running away this time.”

Here goes nothing. She tried to mentally prepare herself, but she was pretty sure it was all going to spill out. “You hurt me, Jaakuna. I don’t like what you’re becoming. Would you gladly toss me aside if it convinces you? If it was something you ‘had to do’? You manipulated Reia into helping you, seduced Wesley’s sister so she would be under your thumb, and now you’re throwing my past failures into my face--you want to know who did things like that?! Vincent did!”

I understand your rage, Jaakuna, but think carefully. This is not being diplomatic; this is your soulmate. Act out in anger and you might end up regretting it.

Yeah, yeah, Jaakuna knew that, but did she really have to pull the Vincent card? That’s what really got to him. He could ignore the Reia and Cassandra comment. She still didn’t know the whole story there, but about Vincent..she knew how much Jaakuna despised Vincent--well, used to, at least. Still, that didn’t stop her from using that card against him. It was difficult for him not to respond in anger, but Jaakuna had to really think. Not only that, but Emiri wasn’t some uptight princess that needed to be handled with care--she was the love of his life. When all else seemed hopeless, she gave him a little of it. If the entire world ended and everyone sent to the Gods but she wasn’t and he somehow survived, he would be happy to spend the remaining days of their lives together with her.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, Jaakuna found his center. He found a calming sanctuary in her violet eyes. No matter how livid she seemed to be with him, her eyes were still violet, which meant that no interference from Keiran nor anyone hostile was contributing. This, in itself, would give Jaakuna clarity.

“And again, you don’t have the full story.” Jaakuna sighed, “but allow me to tell you exactly how we arrived here. Unless, of course, you want to throw more baseless facts at me.” Jaakuna would gesture to Emiri, letting her have the floor. If she wished, she could insult him more. Or she could actually listen to him for once.

Baseless? Why? Why wasn’t he understanding? Because you suck at explaining yourself. Come on, one more time, use your words, Keiran told her. Emiri looked down at the ground. “It’s not baseless...you kissed her,” She told him, trying her best to convey her feelings. “Even if you had every reason in the world...you still did it. Do you even realize that after getting back....we/ haven’t even kissed...we’ve been so distant with one another. Is that what the future holds? Am I just going to get sidelined as I watch Jackson rule Archadia? Don’t you see why I’m so scared? Why I want the real you back?” She said, her eyes wide, though she couldn’t bring herself to look at him yet. “I want to believe in you, but not like this. Not like this, Jaakuna. Look at us, even now. Our only moment together, alone...and all we’ve done is fight.”

Jaakuna was silent throughout all of that. He felt it was best that he let her get it all out. Though, there were a few times where he wanted to correct her on exactly how wrong she was, he didn’t because he knew her--the real her. He knew that she wouldn’t forgive him if he didn’t let her finish. That’s how he knew all of what she claimed was just what she observed and assumed from what she saw, where in reality, she barely knew half of what the real story was. But, fear not! Jaakuna was about to set the record straight. He just hoped that she would let him tell it without twisting every word he spoke.

“I’m not going to make excuses for the kiss. I know there’s none in existence that would clear me of that wrong, but at least let me tell you how wrong you are about the other bits.” Jaakuna took in a breath, channeling Jackson’s calmness. “From back when I originally proposed the treaty, I didn’t know what I was doing. When we got to Archadia and everything that happened then, I didn’t know what I was doing. After I freed you from Keiran’s hold, I still didn’t know what I was doing.” He kept his eye son Emiri, making sure she saw he wasn’t joking. “Everything that happened from then until we got here, I had no freaking clue about anything. Even after the treaty negotiations started, I was as clueless as a dire wolf babe in the wilderness. I’m not the diplomatic type. I’m no good with sitting in a room while some old maester expresses his opinions about something that’s trivial at best. So, what do you think I did when this maester suggested that the terms of the treaty--the terms I told you about when we were waiting for everyone to reach the gates of Dalmasca? I’m asking you, Emiri. What do you think Jaakuna Hinoko did?”

“You probably hit him,” She stated very seriously.

“Not probably--I did hit him.”

She bit her lip, trying to contain herself, but a few giggles came out anyway. “I wonder what the poor man said to anger you,” She said, finally looking up at him.

There was a moment of silence, then Jaakuna scratched the side of his face, avoiding her gaze for another moment. “He said the wrong thing and paid the piper.” Jaakuna stated as matter of factly.

Yup, that sounded about right. She snickered, though a full laugh escaped her as she tried to control herself. “I’ll be hearing about that one…” She sighed, shaking her head, though her smile faded as she closed her eyes. “...I know that wasn’t a good thing. But I don’t want to completely lose you, either,” She said quietly.

“And you won’t,” Jaakuna reminded her, taking her hand. “But this man, much like many in Dalmasca, couldn’t enter a ceasefire with Rozarria and Archaida when knowing full-well that the murderer of their fallen king was free. None of them know that Wesley pardoned him. Hell, maybe they do and they don’t accept it. I honestly don’t know, but that’s not what I’m trying to say.” Jaakuna truly didn’t have a talent for getting to the point. “After I acted out in anger, Reia--not I, but Reia--brought up the point that Jaakuna needed to take a backseat to Jackson Darcone. And, while I hate it, she was right. If not to make sure the maester didn’t press formal charges against me, then for the sake of the treaty. And so that’s what I did. I made sure to handle things with care. This involved brokering a deal with Cassandra.” Jaakuna let out a sigh, though he kept his eyes Emiri. “I offered her Isaiah as a token of good faith, but she wanted my hand in marriage. So, don’t you see, Emiri. She didn’t give me any choice in the matter. She threatened war if I didn’t comply. It was only after I promised her another that she would back off.”

Emiri nodded in understanding, though she pouted. “I don’t like her,” She couldn’t help but whine, looking at Jaakuna with watery eyes. “I’m sorry. I mean it.”

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” Jaakuna got closer to Emiri, “I don’t like her either.”

She tried to hide her delight, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. “I’m still a little mad,” She admitted sheepishly, hanging her head. “It’s not fair...why did she have to be all over you like that?”

“Honestly? I think it’s because she hasn’t gotten laid yet.” Jaakuna shrugged lazily.

“If you fulfill that need of hers, I’m leaving you,” She told him bluntly.

“Oh but it is not I who will do that. A Darcone, sure, but not this one.” Jaakuna smirked mischievously, then snickered.

“As long as it’s not you, I don’t care. I want you to be all mine,” She huffed, crossing her arms.

“Oh trust me, I have no intention on getting involved on that crazy wench.” Jaakuna shuttered and hugged Emiri, as if to make sure she knew that he was never going near Cassandra ever again. “I’m going to let her be Roman’s problem.”

That was a bit on the meaner side--Roman was so kind, sending Cassandra after him was uncalled for. But if that was how it would be, then that was that. All those thoughts melted away as she felt his arms around her. Oh well, a problem for tomorrow. She hugged him back tightly, just enjoying the moment. This is what she wanted. As she lay her head against his chest, she could swear someone was calling her again. Maybe now that she knew what it was, she too would hear the Word.

And while Jaakuna found comfort in her arms and Emiri had finally gave into the moment, off in the distance, Jaakuna heard Lorenzo still calling for Aloa.

That father of Ultima’s Chosen One truly is an idiot.

Naruto: Revival

@Syn Ignore my PM. I've decided to join in on this. Unsure about character, but I'mma scour the wikia and decide then.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Much like her heart, in that moment, Isabelle’s feet nearly sank into the floor. It took balancing on Lorenzo’s arm that she was able to stand. It was a miracle. She couldn’t believe that he was up. If what Lady Aloa said was true, then they did it. Whoever was responsible--whoever did Dalmasca this great service--they would be paid handsomely. Though, Isabelle wouldn’t waste any time. Before anyone would even suggest it, she would take her leave.

“I thank you, Lady Aloa,” she took Aloa’s hand and squeezed it lovingly, “If there is anything you need--anything at all--all you need to do is ask and it’s yours.” She said before departing, her tears being left on Aloa’s hand and the door closed behind her.

---

In hearing about his brothers, Wesley remained silent, though he could see the various faces of his friends and family. How could he tell them the truth? While he was in that “coma”, he somehow became enlightened in a way that tied him to everything that his friends were doing. In that, he knew all of which had happened to him. This...transformation he seemed to go through gave him the mysterious gift of some sort of enlightenment. He didn’t quite yet understand it. The only thing he knew was that Wesley was closer to being like ALoa and Shion than he was before he fell into his deep slumber for those short few days.

As he would let out a sigh of defeat, Wesley’s gaze turned to Nadeline, seeing her face and how utterly lost she was and how confused the rest of his friends were.

Though, Wesley took too long to speak. “Answer her already!” Savayna demanded.

“Savayna..” Jaakuna used a warning tone.

“Don’t you ‘Savayna’ me, Jaak. This isn’t just about you or Nadeline. This is about me as well.”

“Thinking of yourself too much, aren’t you, Lady Glacie?” Cassandra commented.

“This is about The Brotherhood and how apparently before they were taken from Wesley’s command, he led them.” Savayna completely ignored Cassandra(much to her disapproval as noted by her huffing). She directed her glance to Wesley. “Now out with it, Wes!” She demanded, snarling at him.

Just as Jaakuna was going to say something, Wesley raised his hand. “I understand your anger. It was never my intention for Dalmasca’s Brotherhood to be reduced to a band of thugs that do Leviathan’s bidding nor was it for them to attack their rightful master. If only--no, now’s not the time to sulk.” Wesley shook his head, “my older brothers Caeru and Sanguine, they knew exactly what could happen to them when they agreed to serve in the shadows even though the rest of their brothers had chosen a more public position.” Wesley stated coldly. He claimed a serenity in Nadeline’s gaze. “I admit that I don’t know that much about The Protector. I only know two things: The Protector is a male and he is connected to Sylvester’s death.”

As he left those words to linger, Wesley would look around. He would go to Alistar who had been silent throughout the entire conversation. “Alistair,” Wesley suddenly said his name.

“Your Majesty! What is it that you need?”

“Escort Cassandra to her room and send for Aloa. There is something I need to discuss with her..with everyone. And please inform my mother that I will see her shortly afterward. “ Much to her protesting, Cassandra went along with Alistair and left the room. When she did, Wesley looked around and didn’t even realize Emiri had slipped out. “Emiri needs to be here too. It involves all of us.”

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

@Hank @Peik
I've been working on this all afternoon and well into the evening, so I hope it receives well for you two. =)

Kalthar Tallowhand, the Unscrupulous

Name

Kalthar Tallowhand, the Unscrupulous

Age

30

Gender

Male

Race

50% Nord, 50% Redguard

Appearance

Kalthar is an interesting specimen. Born to a Nordic father and a Redguard mother, he is physically mixed of the two races. He has a skin tone that isn’t as pale as a full Nord nor is it dark like a full Redguard. He doesn’t have hair as golden or shiny as a Nord nor as dark as a Redguard; though it does fall naturally to the length of his neck. His eyes, however, are a darkened blue(think a deep sapphire). Though typically Redguard eyes vary, his mother had dark blue eyes and his father light blue. Naturally, Kalthar's eyes are cerulean blue. He breaches a height minimum of both of the races that he physically represents, roughly reaching 6'0 and built modestly with broad shoulders and enough muscle mass to support his fighting style.

As a man who was raised to fight, Kalthar is one who finds himself preferring the heavier of armors. He has fought in light armor and it almost got him killed, so he sticks to what works. Typically, you could see him in steel armor and be wielding a steel greatsword. It’s rare you would find him in anything other than his armor. Only when he is ready to retire for the night will he switch into more comfortable attire. Aside from that, however, he is always seen in his prized armor and his sword.

Personality

Those who say sons are often a reflection of their father obviously never met Kalthar Tallowhand. He is the furthest from being the honorable son. He does and says anything as he pleases. If he doesn’t like a person, he’ll tell them, though he may have a little tact when doing so. He isn’t above underhanded tactics. Kal isn’t known as “The Unscrupulous” for nothing. Just to be frank, he’s a man that’ll resort to anything to get the job done. He’ll lie, cheat, steal--whatever it requires achieving anything and everything that he desires.

First impressions of Kalthar are often difficult to swallow. He has tact, but not a lot of it reaches the surface. He’s one to speak his mind and definitely blunt about it. Piss him off and there’s a high chance he’ll do the same to you. Wrong him or get in his way and he’ll consider you his enemy. He might not be as honorable as his Nordic father, but he surely has his father’s “black and white” approach when it comes to friend and foe dynamics. But don’t let that stop you from being friendly with him. He might be a bit of a cunt, but that doesn’t mean he’s without the tendency to have a good time. Just don’t do anything that might cross you off his “nice” list. See aforementioned tendencies for more information.

His motivations are often vague, clouded by confusing mannerisms. He does this to keep people at an arm’s length. It suits both parties best by doing that. Though, when it all comes down to it, he’s a lover of adventure. Whatever his real motives might be for his actions, if a chase is involved or there might be loot at the end of the tunnel, he’s game. One last thing: he firmly believes that the ends justify the means.

History

Kalthar remembered hearing the tale of how his father, Kraldar Tarrowhand, the Brave and his mother, Sinia Leki, the Swift fought years ago on a battlefield. According to how his mother told him in his youth, he caught her wandering the outskirts of Solitude. He was on guard patrol at the time and they fought. After thirty minutes, she bested him by taking advantage of his cockiness, which resulting in her almost killing him. Though, as she went in for that final strike, it was said that something happened--something that they purposely left out--and instead of killing the other, they had a ceasefire and fell in love. Neither of them would ever tell him what happened that made them turn a 180, but whatever it was, it sealed the deal of what became the epic of The Swift and the Brave.

Not long after all of that transpired, Kalthar was born. And shortly after his birth, Kraldar was promoted in the Imperial Army for his heroic deeds in the various battles that came after his skirmish with Sinia.

Kal grew up, knowing his father and mother truly loved each other. Or so he had hoped they did. Truth be told, they had problems(as all husband and wife do). What no one knew other than Kalthar and Sinia, of course, was that Kraldar was a drunk and he beat his wife constantly, not to mention roughing up his son when he needed to be. There was also how tough he was on Kal when he put the boy through training. Should he [Kal] not perform to his father’s expectations, he would beat him, sometimes to the point of breaking a limb. It happened so many times that Kalthar expected it to happen like clockwork. Only until he got into a forced rhythm did the beatings stop because he finally performed as his father demanded he does.

Only after three years of training exceptionally, on Kraldar’s orders, Kalthar enlisted in the Imperial Army at the age of fifteen. Bruises everywhere but built like a mountain, he started out as a mere guard for Solitude. Though, it ended up being a short career as he was quickly promoted to a soldier. Once a full-fledged soldier, he got his armor and his weapons. He was placed under his father’s command and went on quests in his father’s unit. The following three years were reduced to white noise. Kalthar hardly remembers them. Go here, go there. Slay this beast, kill these rebels. All of it was rinse and repeat; seeming as though it was never-ending. At least, until one mission that wasn’t what the mission report said it was.

The mission said that there was a sighting of former soldiers of the Imperial Army who have taken control of Fort Hraggstad, northwest of Solitude. It was a simple “neutralize and secure the fort” kind of mission Kraldar was confident enough to not ask for additional forces. He was arrogant because the forces of the enemy outnumbered his unit of ten men(including himself and his son). Not only that but they had acquired additional support from members of an outspoken rebellion group, which nearly doubled their numbers, making the ratio almost 3:1(the enemy to Kral’s squad). Despite that, as Imperial Soldiers, they would make a plan and go forth.

Once the plan to have half of his men go from the back and the other half attack from the front, it proved that they [the enemy] had thought of everything and the plan soon was rendered pointless, so they went in swinging. After a long and hard-fought fight, it was just down to Kral, his son, and two other men to the 20+ men of the enemy. It was in that moment that Kalthar got scared, reminded of the many times that his father beat and berated him and without so much as a single warning to anyone, he fled, running away with his tail between his legs and leaving his father and the other two Imperial soldiers at the mercy of the enemy.

Kal didn’t know what happened. He had no clue if his father survived that skirmish or not. He took off and didn’t look back. Kal never settled into one place for long. Though, he did spend a lot of time in Whiterun, specifically as a member of The Companions. He never got in too deep with them, but he did find sanctuary with them due to his fighting abilities. Though, they did have a falling out. Kal expressed a distaste for how they operated and at the time The Dragonborn came into the fold and by extension, the Civil War, Kalthar had to make like a tree and leave. Once again, he took to the roads and fleeing; for he feared getting recognized by the General Tullius.

For the next ten years, he laid low in various smaller holds and villages. He would go anywhere that was under the Empire’s radar. Only was it just five months ago that he found some solace in the Falkreath Hold. Small enough that he could stay there for a while until he figured out his next plan. But there wouldn’t be the next plan. Kalthar, though he didn’t intend to, found himself liking Falkreath and ended up staying until such a time required him to keep moving. But hey! He liked it here so far, so maybe the Gods might take cut him some slack and actually give him a break for the first time in his entire life.

Skills

Major

Two-Handed - Not only was Kalthar raised by a seasoned war vet of the Imperial Army but after his initial stint in the Imperial Legion, he kept at his training and built up his skills. As a result, his ability to wield a two-handed weapon got to the point where he could swing one with natural ease, causing various physical effects on whoever is on the opposite end of his blade.
Heavy Armor - As a seasoned warrior who has trained extensively on his core and his fighting abilities, it comes without question that he not only prefers to use heavy armor when in battle, he excels using it. Heavy armor is like an extension of himself. Without it, he feels incomplete. With it, however, and Kalthar is whole. His large mass and strong build, allowing him the ability to use it efficiently.

Minor

Speech - Kalthar has always displayed a natural charisma and knack for convincing others--especially guards--to get him out of sticky situations, or manipulating others into allowing him passage through an otherwise restricted area.He’s also used his verbal prowess to get him sweet deals when shopping for supplies. Let’s just say he’s quite handy when it comes to convincing others regardless if it ends up in their death or not.
Blocking - Kalthar was never one for defense. He strongly believes a good defense is a strong offense, but sometimes the situation calls for a little strategy. So, in that, he has started trying out blocking as a tactic. Though not always his preferred way, it does help when the numbers are too great.
Smith - A trade he picked up recently. Kalthar, by smithing some of his own accessories here and there, was afforded some extra gold in his pocket. Plus, when he can’t afford an actual smith, doing his own saves him time and gold that could be spent elsewhere.

Equipment

Though he no longer brandishes the Legion-given equipment, Kalthar never did break the habit of keeping to the same materials. He has a set of steel armor and a steel greatsword. He also has a small pouch of gold he keeps with him at all times. You never know when you’ll need to spend some gold, either to bribe guards or buy some ale. Aside from that Kal doesn’t keep much else on his person. Whatever he might need for the journey ahead will be purchased at the moment.

Birthsign

The Warrior

Marneiscellaneous

-Contrary to first impressions of him, he’s not a total cunt. He does have redeeming qualities. But where are they? Now that’s the question one has to ask themselves.

-Would rather speak bluntly than beat around the bush

-Always carries a bottle of Mead on his person

-Isn't above underhanded tactics in battle

-May or may not stab you in the back

that's so meta || character storage thread

Kalthar Tallowhand, the Unscrupulous

Name

Kalthar Tallowhand, the Unscrupulous

Age

30

Gender

Male

Race

50% Nord, 50% Redguard

Appearance

Kalthar is an interesting specimen. Born to a Nordic father and a Redguard mother, he is physically mixed of the two races. He has a skin tone that isn’t as pale as a full Nord nor is it dark like a full Redguard. He doesn’t have hair as golden or shiny as a Nord nor as dark as a Redguard. His eyes, however, are a darkened blue(think a deep sapphire). They have Nordic dominance but with influence of Redguard. He isn’t as tall as a Nord nor as short as a Redguard. Roughly, he reaches 5’8 and is built modestly. Broad shoulders and enough muscle mass to support his fighting style.

As a man who was raised to fight, Kalthar is one who finds himself preferring the heavier of armors. He has fought in light armor and it almost got him killed, so he sticks to what works. Typically, you could see him in steel armor and be wielding a steel greatsword. It’s rare you would find him in anything other than his armor. Only when he is ready to retire for the night will he switch into more comfortable attire. Aside from that, however, he is always seen in his prized armor and his sword.

Personality

Those who say sons are often a reflection of their father obviously never met Kalthar Tallowhand. He is the furthest from being the honorable son. He does and says anything as he pleases. If he doesn’t like a person, he’ll tell them, though he may have a little tact when doing so. He isn’t above underhanded tactics. Kal isn’t known as “The Unscrupulous” for nothing. Just to be frank, he’s a man that’ll resort to anything to get the job done. He’ll lie, cheat, steal--whatever it requires achieving anything and everything that he desires.

First impressions of Kalthar are often difficult to swallow. He has tact, but not a lot of it reaches the surface. He’s one to speak his mind and definitely blunt about it. Piss him off and there’s a high chance he’ll do the same to you. Wrong him or get in his way and he’ll consider you his enemy. He might not be as honorable as his Nordic father, but he surely has his father’s “black and white” approach when it comes to friend and foe dynamics. But don’t let that stop you from being friendly with him. He might be a bit of a cunt, but that doesn’t mean he’s without the tendency to have a good time. Just don’t do anything that might cross you off his “nice” list. See aforementioned tendencies for more information.

His motivations are often vague, clouded by confusing mannerisms. He does this to keep people at an arm’s length. It suits both parties best by doing that. Though, when it all comes down to it, he’s a lover of adventure. Whatever his real motives might be for his actions, if a chase is involved or there might be loot at the end of the tunnel, he’s game. One last thing: he firmly believes that the ends justify the means.

History:

Kalthar remembered hearing the tale of how his father, Kraldar Tarrowhand, the Brave and his mother, Sinia Leki, the Swift fought years ago on a battlefield. According to how his mother told him in his youth, he caught her wandering the outskirts of Solitude. He was on guard patrol at the time and they fought. After thirty minutes, she bested him by taking advantage of his cockiness, which resulting in her almost killing him. Though, as she went in for that final strike, it was said that something happened--something that they purposely left out--and instead of killing the other, they had a ceasefire and fell in love. Neither of them would ever tell him what happened that made them turn a 180, but whatever it was, it sealed the deal of what became the epic of The Swift and the Brave.

Not long after all of that transpired, Kalthar was born. And shortly after his birth, Kraldar was promoted in the Imperial Army for his heroic deeds in the various battles that came after his skirmish with Sinia.

Kal grew up, knowing his father and mother truly loved each other. Or so he had hoped they did. Truth be told, they had problems(as all husband and wife do). What no one knew other than Kalthar and Sinia, of course, was that Kraldar was a drunk and he beat his wife constantly, not to mention roughing up his son when he needed to be. There was also how tough he was on Kal when he put the boy through training. Should he [Kal] not perform to his father’s expectations, he would beat him, sometimes to the point of breaking a limb. It happened so many times that Kalthar expected it to happen like clockwork. Only until he got into a forced rhythm did the beatings stop because he finally performed as his father demanded he does.

Only after three years of training exceptionally, on Kraldar’s orders, Kalthar enlisted in the Imperial Army at the age of fifteen. Bruises everywhere but built like a mountain, he started out as a mere guard for Solitude. Though, it ended up being a short career as he was quickly promoted to a soldier. Once a full-fledged soldier, he got his armor and his weapons. He was placed under his father’s command and went on quests in his father’s unit. The following three years were reduced to white noise. Kalthar hardly remembers them. Go here, go there. Slay this beast, kill these rebels. All of it was rinse and repeat; seeming as though it was never-ending. At least, until one mission that wasn’t what the mission report said it was.

The mission said that there was a sighting of former soldiers of the Imperial Army who have taken control of Fort Hraggstad, northwest of Solitude. It was a simple “neutralize and secure the fort” kind of mission Kraldar was confident enough to not ask for additional forces. He was arrogant because the forces of the enemy outnumbered his unit of ten men(including himself and his son). Not only that but they had acquired additional support from members of an outspoken rebellion group, which nearly doubled their numbers, making the ratio almost 3:1(the enemy to Kral’s squad). Despite that, as Imperial Soldiers, they would make a plan and go forth.

Once the plan to have half of his men go from the back and the other half attack from the front, it proved that they [the enemy] had thought of everything and the plan soon was rendered pointless, so they went in swinging. After a long and hard-fought fight, it was just down to Kral, his son, and two other men to the 20+ men of the enemy. It was in that moment that Kalthar got scared, reminded of the many times that his father beat and berated him and without so much as a single warning to anyone, he fled, running away with his tail between his legs and leaving his father and the other two Imperial soldiers at the mercy of the enemy.

Kal didn’t know what happened. He had no clue if his father survived that skirmish or not. He took off and didn’t look back. Kal never settled into one place for long. Though, he did spend a lot of time in Whiterun, specifically as a member of The Companions. He never got in too deep with them, but he did find sanctuary with them due to his fighting abilities. Though, they did have a falling out. Kal expressed a distaste for how they operated and at the time The Dragonborn came into the fold and by extension, the Civil War, Kalthar had to make like a tree and leave. Once again, he took to the roads and fleeing; for he feared getting recognized by the General Tullius.

For the next ten years, he laid low in various smaller holds and villages. He would go anywhere that was under the Empire’s radar. Only was it just five months ago that he found some solace in the Falkreath Hold. Small enough that he could stay there for a while until he figured out his next plan. But there wouldn’t be the next plan. Kalthar, though he didn’t intend to, found himself liking Falkreath and ended up staying until such a time required him to keep moving. But hey! He liked it here so far, so maybe the Gods might take cut him some slack and actually give him a break for the first time in his entire life.

Skills:

Major

Two-Handed - Not only was Kalthar raised by a seasoned war vet of the Imperial Army but after his initial stint in the Imperial Legion, he kept at his training and built up his skills. As a result, his ability to wield a two-handed weapon got to the point where he could swing one with natural ease, causing various physical effects on whoever is on the opposite end of his blade.
Heavy Armor - As a seasoned warrior who has trained extensively on his core and his fighting abilities, it comes without question that he not only prefers to use heavy armor when in battle, he excels using it. Heavy armor is like an extension of himself. Without it, he feels incomplete. With it, however, and Kalthar is whole. His large mass and strong build, allowing him the ability to use it efficiently.

Minor

Speech - Kalthar has always displayed a natural charisma and knack for convincing others--especially guards--to get him out of sticky situations, or manipulating others into allowing him passage through an otherwise restricted area.He’s also used his verbal prowess to get him sweet deals when shopping for supplies. Let’s just say he’s quite handy when it comes to convincing others regardless if it ends up in their death or not.
Blocking - Kalthar was never one for defense. He strongly believes a good defense is a strong offense, but sometimes the situation calls for a little strategy. So, in that he has started trying out blocking as a tactic. Though not always his preferred way, it does help when the numbers are too great.
Smith - A trade he picked up recently. Kalthar, by smithing some of his own accessories here and there, was afforded some extra gold in his pocket. Plus, when he can’t afford an actual smith, doing his own saves him time and gold that could be spent elsewhere.

Equipment

Though he no longer brandishes the Legion-given equipment, Kalthar never did break the habit of keeping to the same materials. He has a set of steel armor and a steel greatsword. He also has a small pouch of gold he keeps with him at all times. You never know when you’ll need to spend some gold, either to bribe guards or buy some ale. Aside from that Kal doesn’t keep much else on his person. Whatever he might need for the journey ahead will be purchased at the moment.

Birthsign

The Warrior

Miscellaneous

Contrary to first impressions of him, he’s not a total cunt. He does have redeeming qualities. But where are they? Now that’s the question one has to ask themselves.

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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Amid the welcomed surprise of Wesley’s sudden awakening, there were varying reactions in the room. Emiri was happy to see Wesley awake. Savayna simply smiled at him, also glad to see him alright. Though, Aloa seemed more interested in the peculiar thing his eyes were doing. As for Cassandra, she was just as happy as everyone was--if not more--than they were. However, their reactions would pale in comparison to Nadeline.

Nadeline dropped everything--and everyone--as she made a beeline for Wesley. She had knocked Emiri on her ass. She knocked Cassandra on her ass as well and Jaakuna, well he ended up in a position that would set him in a worse light with Emiri than he was before. There he was with his face firmly pressed into Cassandra’s bosom. The queen glanced over at Emiri, smug, pressing Jaakuna further into her full breasts.

Meanwhile, Wesley felt the warmth of his queen. He held her as close as he could, taking in her scent. Though he felt weak, he didn’t care. No physical pain he was feeling at the moment took precedence over how much he missed her. When he was asleep and when he was unable to awake, the only thing that was on his mind was finally being able to hold her in his arms. He heard her cry into him and he held her even closer. “It’s alright--I’m alright.” He said lowly so only she could hear him.

Briefly, after he assured her that there was nothing to worry about, Wesley would hear what Grant said. “It’s funny, I was unconscious for a while and yet, I feel fine,” Wesley admitted, surprised how he wasn’t feeling any real physical pain. The only thing that resembled pain was his overall physical movements and his limbs were a tad stiff. “Oh, that reminds me,” Wesley turned his attention to Cassandra, “later on, you and I will have a long talk about your actions today.”

How does he know Cassandra perked up right away, shoving Jaakuna off of her and she yelped sharply. She knew that tone from anywhere. It was the tone when he was disappointed in her.

And as JAakuna got up, he caught the glare from Emiri, to which he replied with an innocent, "what?"

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Nothing was ever calm for very long when it came to this group. Jackson should have known this. He knew EMiri was very territorial when it came to him and she most likely was ticked off even more after he had to do something about Cassandra. In hindsight, he could have chosen a different way of dealing with her. Maybe stroke her arm or assure her that nothing was going to happen to her. But nope, like always, he had to choose the one thing that would make Emiri the most angry at him. That aside, he should have expected her reaction, but boy she had a knack for upping the ante.

Everyone had to bear witness to Emiri’s gather rage. Jackson knew this was because of what he did and how she acted. Though, he didn’t know the fullest extent of it. When Emiri would say that Cassandra nearly killed Keiran, he raised an eyebrow towards the queen, who happened to just be smiling at Emiri as she unleashed all of her verbal fury upon her. Meanwhile, Jackson was rubbing his temples. How it was growing more difficult by the minute to remain as Jackson Darcone, the tactful prince and to let Jaakuna Hinoko, the obscene sky pirate take charge.

And as if it wasn’t bad enough that Emiri had disrespected the queen in her own home, Nadeline had to enter the fray. While Savayna seemed to enjoy this as she was chuckling to herself(or so she thought she was), Jaackson saw how Grant had a wary expression, all the while ALoa seemed to just be shaking her head out of pure disappointment for the both of them. This was escalating rather quickly and Jaakson, who happened to be the only one keeping his eyes on the real picture, was growing tired and tired.

And then, just as he was about to do something, Jaakson felt something. IT was that same feeling he got from Wesley’s body earlier. Only this time, he saw the prince’s Mist starting to seep out of his body. Though, it seemed no one noticed this. They were too busy watching the rising of a Rozarrian Rumble between Emiri and Nadeline.

"Calm yourself before I calm you down."

"Oh, a threat! That's right, considering you are both royalty, you would side with one another! My deepest apologies, Majesties."

Jaakuna got closer to WEsley’s bed, looking as his body began to pulsate. It seemed it was only audible to him. He heard it ringing through his ears. The closer that he got to WEsley’s body, the louder that it got in his head. It reached such a volume that Jaakuna found himself struggling to walk. He gripped the right side of his head with the respective hand, though it forced him to take a knee. He dropped right by Wesley’s chest, looking at the prince as the pulsing became fiercer, but this time Jaakuna experience more than the sound of a pulsing heart. He saw images of...something roaring, surrounded by a field of mist. It looked hurt, like it was in pain. It thrashed around and smacked its head repeatedly on something that clanged horribly loud in Jaakuna’s head.

And then Jaakuna experienced the worst of it yet. The sounds of a lion roaring violently in his ear and actually sending Jaakuna inside that field of Mist. If not for a moment, Jaakuna saw--he saw something large and unbelievably strong. It felt incredible. This lion was not a beast that was crying out in pain; it was boasting its power. As he approached it closer, Jaakuna saw who exactly it was. From the deep purple eyes to the dark hair and the rounded face and the flawless complexion. It was…

Suddenly, from his knelt positon, Jaakuna was shoved backwards about five paces, crashing into Cassandra, Nadeline, and Emiri. It was right at the moment they were about to declare war on each other.

“Watch where you going, would you,” Cassandra told Jaakuna as she shoved him forward.

“W-w-w..”

“What?”

Jaakuna simply pointed in front of him. “Wesley!”

Cassandra looked to where he pointed. Savayna looked too. Anyone who looked int he direction that Jaakuna had pointed in, they would see what no one thought they’d believe: Wesley was sitting up and awake. His eyes were open. He was breathing again. Though, to those who had sensitive ears to Mist--like those who have unlocked the Esper Seals and Viera--would notice something different about him. Wesley’s Mist was different than before. It was...crisper. It not only was crisp, but it had evolved.

In the stillness of the moment, silence took the room, though Wesley would look around, blinking. He then looked to the direction of Nadeline. He smiled at her. And as he would--anyone who was looking at him at that moment--would notice that his eyes were no longer purple as they had once been. Whatever had happened to him had affected his eyes; they shined brilliantly like the sun and seemed as though lava itself was dancing in them.

“I’ve worried you. I’m sorry, my love,” Wesley, for the first time in days, spoke directly to Nadeline, then he looked to everyone. “I imagine you all have questions. Please, if you would, speak now. I will try to answer them to the best of my ability.”