Dervish

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Oh man, this is the best thing ever. :D We may not need to skip if this keeps being so dynamic.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

It's going to end up with a Mustafar lightsaber fight, I guarantee it.

I love character friction lololol

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Another reply, I kind of been mulling this over for a couple days. I figure my next post will be getting us back on the road, if nobody else has anything more their characters would like to add. These camp scenes don't happen nearly enough haha.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

So, the argonian did lose his brain with the end of his tail. It wasn’t surprising, since Marassa always assumed the worst out of people, but it was always a disappointment when she was proven right. She regarded him aloofly. “Untested, am I? Interesting. I hear they commissioned a rather flattering statue of me in Imperial City a couple years ago near that statue of the Avatar of Akatosh. I wonder why that was?” she asked rhetorically, stepping away from the wall to join the others as they waited for a serving of Qara’Sion’s stew. She crouched down and accepted her portion with a nod, subtly giving it a sniff. From what meager ingredients were found, it actually had a surprisingly fresh and pleasant scent. The khajiit warrior had made due with much more grueling fare in the past. She placed the bowl down to let it cool a bit. “Unlike you, argonian, I never asked for recognition for my deeds and I certainly don’t feed off of praise for doing what was necessary. I rather detest the label ‘Hero of Tamriel’, such pretentious nonsense.” She said, frowning as she stared at the fire before her. “I certainly don’t need to rise to the bait and justify my existence to a glorified pit fighter who found himself admired by simpletons who confuse the ability to kill as a spectacle with actual value. Besides, while you were getting yourself captured, maimed, and forced to fight for the dwemer’s entertainment after failing spectacularly to accomplish some pointless task at someone else’s bidding, I was searching for the people I care about. Sometimes rescuing them from capture and torture from the middle of a Dominion camp.” She saw the looks of a few of the faces around her, sensing recognition. Perhaps she would inquire about the potential connection later.

After the stew had cooled enough, Marassa scooped up the bowl and tilting it back, drinking deeply and chewing thoughtfully on the bits of dried meat and vegetables that had made up the stew. She nodded to the younger khajiit. “My thanks. It’s always pleasant when I don’t have to kill and prepare my own meals, and you seem to be quite good at it. Perhaps next time we make camp, I’ll bait and snare a few fresh rabbits.” She offered, her face thoughtful, no small part of which was thanks to the unanswered question of what had happened to Zaveed. While she would never admit to being worried about his potential demise to complete strangers, it ate at her mind. He was the only family she had left, one of the few people she truly, deeply knew that losing would crush her. She clenched her fist, staring at it in front of the flame before spreading her fingers wide to feel the heat. She had nothing of Sevari’s, nothing but the memory of someone she fell in love with but never had a chance to let him know until it was far too late. And now he was gone, perhaps forever. Was it selfish of her? Probably. But she was so very tired at devoting herself to others to justify her own life, the mistake that should have never been, and she rarely asked for anything of her own. All she asked for now was a chance to save the only family she had left, not to pay a life debt, but because she didn’t want to face a world knowing her brother wasn’t in it. She sincerely hoped these people would help her find him again, even it if took months.

“We should head out soon, perhaps when the rain subsides somewhat. Unless everyone feels like camping out in an exposed landmark for the night. It’s not only the dwemer we need to fear on these roads.” She said.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

From the unusual quality of your writing, I assume the drinking has already started.

Godspeed, good ser.

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Fun fact: I never wear helmets in fantasy games. Ever.

I may make a post moving things along shortly.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

So! Everyone good, or did they still want to continue with this scene? It's hard to follow momentum at times.

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Robeatics said
Ohhh, my bad. Gotcha.Also, eugh. I just saw yet another RP wherein the participants' education on mental illness is basically derived from a couple skimmings of Wikipedia articles and anime. I hate to bash something another person put time into but that's just sort of inviting disrespect. There are two characters so far whose nicknames are Psycho.

Generally, anything over saturated with anime in roleplaying is usually the realm of young teenagers. Also, "Psycho" is terribly unimaginative.

WittyReference said
Reminds me of an acquaintance I had once who told me her anime name was Saeko. Three guesses how you pronounce it.

I would pronounce that Say-co. Like the Finnish firearms brand.

At The Scimitar's Edge (A Golden Age of Piracy RP)

MacNichols grinned when Mabel took the rum bottle from his clutches and drank from it, meaning it this time. “You know, my father always said a partnership wasn’t finalized until both drank on it. I guess that means we’re both in this venture together now.” His expression grew serious and somber immediately afterwards, the man gave Mabel an affirmative, slow nod. “Aye, I’ll be ready to spill a man’s life if it comes to it, but I pray to whichever god is listening that this bloody mutiny doesn’t force my hand.” Like the woman before him, MacNichols’ hand found its way to the worn steel head of his boarding axe, a familiar friend over the past several years. No matter what turmoil he found himself in, he knew it was at least one friend he could depend on.

I promise I’ll get you a new handle after this is done. he thought to the inert weapon at his hip. It had been buried deep in more than one man’s chest before, and it was sure to taste blood more times in the years to come. He looked down at the town, listening to the merriment and revelry filling the air. It was so easy to miss the violent undercurrent beneath it all. “Alright, here’s what we do. I’m going to make the rounds and check on the lads, making sure to make a show of support for the captain, and doing my best to talk down the brash notions of violence when they come up. Seems more than a few need to be reminded that we do things by vote, not by blade. You see if you can muster up some more loyalists through more quiet means and we’ll try to tip the balance away from the instigators.” He said, taking the bottle back from Mabel before drinking again. He let it burn for a few moments longer. He sighed, returning his gaze to his partner and offering the bottle once more. “Look, Mabel. I know you stand to suffer as much indignity as the captain, if not worse, if this all goes wrong. I just want you to know that I’m going to do my damnedest to stand by you if anyone gets any improper ideas. You’ve fought and served as well as any man, and that alone deserves respect. You’re going to remain a part of the crew even if we lose Brailham, I’ll personally make sure that the others understand that. I might have to knock out a few teeth, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.” He said with an apologetic shrug.

((Who knows? :D I like it. She's already a well-defined and believable character.))

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Same engine, yeah, but that makes sense, and I quite enjoy the naval aspects.

I mean, the co-op thing is cool, but I dunno. I want to see how the whole package turns out.