Toxic Diamond said
Okay, so for my post I just edited my ooc in the IC blunder. And I would LOVE to go with Ssarak!!!
Alright, which of the guides should he go with?
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Alright, which of the guides should he go with?
I think Ssarak needs to start making friends. Who wants to start talking to the dragon?
Sharee and Allaina entered through the gates of Leyawiin, heading straight for the Blackwood Brew tavern. Allaina looked roughed up, and she drew the attention of a few of the patrons as they passed, but Sharee was sure to guide her past as quickly as possible. Eventually, they made it upstairs and into Sharee’s room. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, with only a large bed, and a few pieces of assorted furniture, including a table with a few chairs. Still, Sharee was not picky, and it had served her purposes just fine for the past few months.
Taking a seat at the table, Sharee grabbed a bottle of ale in her hand and turned her attention to Allaina. “Well, make yourself at home. I have clothes you can borrow, though, like I said, tail hole. They might be a bit big on you, but not by too much. There should also be some shoes in there, if you don’t fancy remaining barefoot. I have some food and drinks in that cabinet over there, which you are welcome to. I’m guessing you’re hungry, given your situation. As far as getting you cleaned up, we will need to go back outside the city for that, to the shoreline. Now, I’ll let you get yourself situated.” Sharee explained, uncorking her ale and taking a drink as she put her feet up on the table in front of her and leaned back in her chair.
Taking a seat at the table, Sharee grabbed a bottle of ale in her hand and turned her attention to Allaina. “Well, make yourself at home. I have clothes you can borrow, though, like I said, tail hole. They might be a bit big on you, but not by too much. There should also be some shoes in there, if you don’t fancy remaining barefoot. I have some food and drinks in that cabinet over there, which you are welcome to. I’m guessing you’re hungry, given your situation. As far as getting you cleaned up, we will need to go back outside the city for that, to the shoreline. Now, I’ll let you get yourself situated.” Sharee explained, uncorking her ale and taking a drink as she put her feet up on the table in front of her and leaned back in her chair.
I'm glad I got in early on this one. It also probably helped that I had a character who had already been accepted once in Act III.
Do you want to post now, Leon? Or should I?
Ssarak was among the crowd of students waiting outside the gates of the college. Evidently, he had arrived at an opportune time, as the college seemed to be taking in an influx of new students. Growing up, Ssarak had heard of the Twilight College and how some Esyire traveled there for training in the use of their mageblood. Ssarak’s clan, however, lived about as far from the city as possible, and they were mostly isolated to themselves, apart from trade with Felldor. Ssarak, however, had guided himself to this place, so it was a fortunate coincidence that he was arriving now. His entire life thusfar had been dedicated to fighting and killing for clan Dyre, and his obsession with that goal had left him alone and broken, isolated from the world with no hint of a purpose. His time as a mercenary had failed to fill that void in his life, so perhaps here, with magic, he would find some new direction for his existence.
Some of the students around him were talking among themselves, but for the moment at least, Ssarak preferred to be with his own thoughts. He tried his best to fade into the crowd, but unfortunately, pretty much everything about him stood out. He towered over pretty much every non-Esyire around him, and his attire did not exactly match theirs either. Most mages did not choose to wear full plate armor and carry around a battleaxe; he heard a few students speculate that he was a guard or something. Most would not likely expect a giant, two handed warrior to be a psychomancer, especially if they were not familiar with Esyire scale coloration tendencies. Even if they were, most would likely assume he either did not develop his mageblood, or he delved into Noxomancy. Of course, with Ssarak, things were rarely as they seemed.
Just before the gate opened, another Esyire landed next to the group of students, or at least he had assumed it was an Esyire. He paid little mind to her as the gate opened in front of them, revealing the headmaster of the College, who, surprisingly, was also Esyire. Everything he presented in his speech seemed straightforward enough, so Ssarak had little reason to speak up. There were a few students who voiced their questions, among them the Esyire who had landed a few moments ago. Upon further inspection, he realized that she did not seem to be pure Esyire, something he had not known was actually possible. He had never known of any in his clan who mentioned such people existing, and there were a few who had directly denied it. Still, she obviously existed, so it would be quite impossible to deny it at this point. Ssarak found himself somewhat interested to speak to her, though for the moment, Khan’s tour was a more immediate concern. He listened intently, waiting for the answers to the others’ questions.
Some of the students around him were talking among themselves, but for the moment at least, Ssarak preferred to be with his own thoughts. He tried his best to fade into the crowd, but unfortunately, pretty much everything about him stood out. He towered over pretty much every non-Esyire around him, and his attire did not exactly match theirs either. Most mages did not choose to wear full plate armor and carry around a battleaxe; he heard a few students speculate that he was a guard or something. Most would not likely expect a giant, two handed warrior to be a psychomancer, especially if they were not familiar with Esyire scale coloration tendencies. Even if they were, most would likely assume he either did not develop his mageblood, or he delved into Noxomancy. Of course, with Ssarak, things were rarely as they seemed.
Just before the gate opened, another Esyire landed next to the group of students, or at least he had assumed it was an Esyire. He paid little mind to her as the gate opened in front of them, revealing the headmaster of the College, who, surprisingly, was also Esyire. Everything he presented in his speech seemed straightforward enough, so Ssarak had little reason to speak up. There were a few students who voiced their questions, among them the Esyire who had landed a few moments ago. Upon further inspection, he realized that she did not seem to be pure Esyire, something he had not known was actually possible. He had never known of any in his clan who mentioned such people existing, and there were a few who had directly denied it. Still, she obviously existed, so it would be quite impossible to deny it at this point. Ssarak found himself somewhat interested to speak to her, though for the moment, Khan’s tour was a more immediate concern. He listened intently, waiting for the answers to the others’ questions.
I'm going under the assumption that there are other students in the new group that are not our characters. Is that correct?
Finally, I can get the page to load. I suppose it is now time for me to make my first post.
Oh yeah, this was beginning today. I should probably figure out what is going on again.
Sharee listened to the Bosmer’s explanation of her knowledge as they walked back to Leyawiin, not really paying attention to what Kayal or the other one were doing. It seemed she didn’t know much beyond basic logic, which could be good and bad. It meant she was even more…impressionable, but it also meant a lot more work on Sharee’s part. If she knew how to fight, though, she could be of some use.
“Hmm, you really don’t know much then, do you? By those tattoos on you, and the fact that you’re a Bosmer, I’m guessing you’re from Valenwood. Beyond that, though, it’s anyone’s guess. I’m also guessing you don’t know much about how to behave in an Imperial city, so you might want to follow my lead. If you see a guard, one of those armed men or women in a uniform, it’s best to keep your distance. Most of them won’t do anything to you if you don’t do anything wrong, but some of them can get pretty power-hungry and like exerting that “power” over others. You also might not want to talk too much to strangers until you learn more about what is acceptable or not. We’re in Cyrodiil, a province under the control of the Empire, and these Imperials can get offended over the strangest things. They’re very formal about how you’re supposed to do things. As far as you’re name goes, you’ll need something Bosmer-sounding. Something to help you blend in. Hmm, what’s a good one? What about…Allaina? Yeah, I think that sounds decent. Bosmer don’t have surnames, right?” Sharee said, not actually expecting an answer on her last question. They were getting close to Leyawiin, at which point Sharee intended to guide the girl straight to her room. She didn’t want anyone else distracting her until she could talk to her some more.
“Hmm, you really don’t know much then, do you? By those tattoos on you, and the fact that you’re a Bosmer, I’m guessing you’re from Valenwood. Beyond that, though, it’s anyone’s guess. I’m also guessing you don’t know much about how to behave in an Imperial city, so you might want to follow my lead. If you see a guard, one of those armed men or women in a uniform, it’s best to keep your distance. Most of them won’t do anything to you if you don’t do anything wrong, but some of them can get pretty power-hungry and like exerting that “power” over others. You also might not want to talk too much to strangers until you learn more about what is acceptable or not. We’re in Cyrodiil, a province under the control of the Empire, and these Imperials can get offended over the strangest things. They’re very formal about how you’re supposed to do things. As far as you’re name goes, you’ll need something Bosmer-sounding. Something to help you blend in. Hmm, what’s a good one? What about…Allaina? Yeah, I think that sounds decent. Bosmer don’t have surnames, right?” Sharee said, not actually expecting an answer on her last question. They were getting close to Leyawiin, at which point Sharee intended to guide the girl straight to her room. She didn’t want anyone else distracting her until she could talk to her some more.
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