EliteCommander

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

We're not restricted to skyrim spells. Pretty much everything from ES is open.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

"That's the wrong answer." Sharee retorted, throwing the flask in her hand straight at the man. The glass broke at the horse's feet, sending a cloud of green gas out in all directions. All of them were still close enough that they were engulfed in the poison, including the Bosmer. The poison wasn't lethal, but it would cause its victims to feel exhausted, reducing their overall stamina and making them sluggish in a fight. The horse reacted immediately to the sudden burst of gas, rearing up on its hind legs and throwing its rider to the ground. Sharee simply walked towards the group, her Argonian poison immunity allowing her to walk through the cloud of lingering gas without fear.

The once-confident man was now on the ground, struggling to bring himself to his feet as the energy was sapped out of him. Sharee drew her cutlass from its sheathe, calmly but threateningly approaching. The man grabbed a hold of his sword, brought himself up to his knees, and made a last ditch effort to slash at the Argonian, but Sharee was easily able to parry the sluggish attack and, with a flick of her wrist, twist the man's blade out of his hand. She unceremoniously finished him off by stabbing him through the chest, then turned her attention to the short, fat one a few feet away. He had been scrambling to ready his crossbow and load in another bolt, but now that his friend was dead on the ground and Sharee was practically right in front of him, he quickly reconsidered. He tossed down his weapon and waved both hands in the air in front of him.

"Wait, wait, I s'rrender!" He shouted as Sharee continued to approach him. She stopped in front of him, then looked down into his eyes.

"That's nice." She said before slitting his throat with quick slash from her cutlass. With all threats, if she could call them that, eliminated, she sheathed her blade and started going through the fat one's pockets to see if she cold find a coinpurse. For the moment, she didn't even bother to acknowledge the Bosmer, who was likely still feeling exhausted from the poison. It would wear off soon enough, so she decided just to wait until the girl spoke up herself to begin dealing with her.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I'm not certain there is a such thing as a sleep spell, though drain stamina could do the exact same thing.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Sharee was taken out of her veritable trancewhen she heard the shouting coming from the marsh behind her. The voices were too faint for her to make out what they were saying at first, but they piqued her curiosity enough that she decided to see what was going on. Getting off of her log, she started to make her way cautiously toward the source of the noise, though she did not have to go far, as they were heading straight for her. Quickly, she dashed into the bushes nearby and hid herself away, waiting on whoever it was to arrive.

After a short wait, Sharee saw what looked like a Bosmer woman emerge from the woods, only to fall down a small cliff onto the rocks below. Two pursuers on horseback caught up to her rather quickly, and while she did manage to pull one down off of his horse, it was obvious she was caught.

Sharee watched the scene unfold with interest. Normally, it she didn't care about what crimes other people commited and would just leave it be, but there were two things making her consider actually doing something. For one, the two men were wearing oddly ornate clothing, indicative of wealth. It was entirely likely that they just stole the clothes and were as poor as the Bosmer girl appeared, but it was possible she could make a decent profit if she decided to intervene. The other part was that the two men appeared to be slavers, based off of what the tall one said. Sharee was obviously no saint, but even she had issues with slavery. It was about the only crime she wasn't willing to commit. She usually wasn't motivated enough to actually go out and stop slavers, but if she could make a bit of coin in the process, then the fact that they were scum would be a nice bonus. The Bosmer girl herself didn't look like she had anything of value, but it was possible that she had family that would pay a reward to her "heroic" savior.

After a few moments of contemplation, Sharee decided to get involved. She opened up the satchel hanging at her side and thought for a moment on which poison to use. In her bag, she had quite the array of alchemical concoctions, most of which were in concentrated vials. In the vials, she had two health potions, two stamina potions an invisibility potion, a dispel potion, two damage health poisons, and a paralysis poison. The other four, which took up the most space in her bag, were in flasks and were quite different from normal poisons. When agitated, the liquids inside would turn into a gas, poisoning anyone the gases came in contact with. Two of the flasks were filled with a poison of drain magicka, while the other two drained stamina. Since neither of the men looked like mages, Sharee grabbed one of the flasks filled with a stamina poison, then closed up the bag.

Sharee emerged from the bushes holding only the corked flask in her hand. She was armed, of course, but all of her weapons were sheathed at the moment. She made no effort to hide herself from the two men, instead walking out in the open towards them with a confident expression on her face.

"Well, well, what do we have here on this fine evening? It's quite unsusual for wealthy-looking gentlemen such as yourself to be wandering these woods at night. It can be quite...dangerous at times. In fact, I think it might be safer if you were to let me hold your coin, you know, for safe keeping. I'll take this Bosmer girl back to town as well, so you won't have to worry about that." Sharee said, taunting them with an arrogant grin. While her exterior was rather calm, she was ready to act on a moment's notice if they tried anything.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I just add a bookmark to keep track of them.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Just got back. I had to get my new computer shipped to the store, as they didn't have it in stock, but I think I will be satisfied with the purchase. Time to read what people have written.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

On a more practical note, Sharee is alone outside the city, so she isn't really a prime target. He probably wouldn't be able to find her, and pickpockets usually operate in crowds. The others are fair game though.

Anyway, I am going to be going for a few hours.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

User Name: EliteCommander

Character Name: Ssarak Dyreackthanose

Age: 27

Mageblood type: Lues Mageblood

Favored Magic class: Psychomancy (with a single Noxomancy spell: a caustic breath attack)

Previous Magic Training: Mostly self-taught, with some training from elders in his clan.

Race: Esyire

Appearance: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Your-Soul-is-Mine-147402964 (with this: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Comish-So-Close-397900213 armor, but black in color, and this: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Black-Axe-of-the-Baruman-85605036 battleaxe)

Short Bio: Ssarak, being an almost eight foot tall Esyire, looks even at a glance to be a seasoned warrior. It was a role he was born into, a role that shaped his entire life. He was born into Dyre clan, a collection of a few nomadic villages in the Eastern Scorched Lands. His father Taraesar, like himself, was born with Lues Mageblood and was a proud warrior of their clan. Lues blood was rare among the Dyre clan, and due to the stigma they held against Noxomancy, most of that blood pursued Psychomancy.

Ssarak would have been trained in the use of his mageblood by his father, but unfortunately, he perished in battle early in Ssarak’s life. Since Taraesar had been the only practicing Psychomancer in his village, he was left to learn to use his gifts by his own devices, receiving only basic training in the use of mageblood from the clan elders. In the Dyre clan, all warriors must have and be able to use magic, so no matter how skilled he became in mundane combat, he would have been ultimately rejected if he could not learn to control his blood. Nevertheless, his fervor for his training allowed him to learn enough to become a warrior his father could be proud of by the time he came of age. He delved into Noxomancy long enough to learn to cast a corrosive breath attack that he could vary in form from a near-liquid to a gaseous cloud, but his peers encouraged him to pursue Psychomancy before he could learn any more.

Despite his intense training, Ssarak is more skilled in martial combat than with magic. He inherited in arms and armor from his father, who crafted them by his own hand. Ssarak has a good deal of physical strength to back up his axe, and though he was at a disadvantage with magic compared to his fellow warriors, he was generally intelligent with its use. Since he lacked a proper tutor, Ssarak’s casting was inefficient, but he was able to teach himself to create a number of different types of illusions that could be used for misdirection in combat. He has been less successful with the more direct applications of psychomancy, as the only minds he can have a forceful, direct influence on are those of simple creatures.

Part of Ssarak’s duty as a warrior was to escort trading groups between the Dyre’s villages and to the cities of the Scorched Lands’ settled Esyire. The relationship between the Dyre and the Esyire who settled in the cities was sparse, but peaceful. They traded from time to time for resources the Dyre could not gather on their own, so Ssarak received more exposure to outside cultures than most of his clan. He became somewhat familiar with the territories of other races beyond the Scorched Lands through these trips to the cities, but he was still very much focused on the needs of his own people.

Most of Ssarak’s early career was wrapped up with fighting the Dyre’s rival clan, the Xhoth. The two clans had been at odds for generations, and since they were of roughly the same side, neither were able to keep the advantage for long. Ssarak survived several battles with them, but he never felt proud of those achievements. In his eyes, he was simply a participant, unable to really influence the tide of the war. He longed to be the warrior his father was, to be the hero that could end the conflict in its entirety.

While in his early twenties, Ssarak found a wife and had children of his own, but secretly, he was still dissatisfied with his life. He loved his family, but still desperately wanted to bring an end to the conflict that consumed his people. After years of conflict, he finally thought he found the answer. For as long as the war had been raging, it had been a battle strictly between their warriors. Ssarak viewed the Xhoth as a plague upon the land, one that deserved to be wiped out completely. Over the course of a few months, he drummed up enough support from his fellow warriors, mostly younger ones, to plan an attack to completely wipe out a Xhoth village. Both clans had several villages, but Ssarak hoped that, by eliminating one entirely, it would push the war enough in their favor to finish it once and for all.

Under the cover of darkness, Ssarak and the warriors who supported him made their way to the outskirts of the village. Ssarak took a small team with him and used his skills with misdirection to stealthily eliminate a few of the lookouts. His team then proceeded to slit the throats of as many warriors as they could find before they were discovered. Ssarak then sounded the horn to signal the attack. The battle was quick but bloody. About half of Ssarak’s force was killed, but they won the battle. Instead of taking prisoners and accepting the village’s surrender, they slaughtered everyone they found, save for a few that managed to escape.

Once they returned and reported their actions, there was an intense debate among the village’s leadership. They had violated the honor that had driven their warfare for generations, but enough of their warriors had supported Ssarak’s plan that they could not be punished outright. The debate had been raging for about a week when they received word of an impending Xhoth attack on a neighboring village. Ssarak was among the men who was sent to aid them, but to their surprise, they found no Xhoth forces anywhere in the area, and the village they had been sent to protect had no knowledge of this attack. They returned home as quickly as possible only to find it in ruins. Evidently, messenger who informed them of the supposed Xhoth attack had betrayed them to get the majority of their warriors away from the village. The few survivors explained that the few soldiers remaining had not been enough to defend from by the massive attack by the Xhoth. Just as in Ssarak’s attack, they killed everyone indiscriminately…including all of Ssarak’s family.

Ssarak was overwhelmed with grief and anger. He wanted to personally execute the traitor responsible, but was powerless to do anything to attain his vengeance. He considered suicidally attacking the Xhoth alone in the hopes of killing as many as possible before being killed himself, but he eventually decided to leave his people entirely. Many of his clan resented him and the other soldiers who took part in the initial attack, but he simply wanted to be away from it all. Ssarak left the Scorched Lands and wandered for a while, acting as a mercenary for about two years to support himself. During that time, the anger he felt toward the Xhoth had been replaced by immense regret. It had been his actions that had instigated the Xhoth’s attack, his fault that his family was dead. He continues to wander from place to place, unsure of what to do. Part of him wants redemption, but mostly, he believes himself a lost cause. After hearing of a College that could teach him to use his mage blood more effectively, he decided it would be as good of a place as any to begin a new chapter of his life.

Good Attributes: As an Esyire, he is capable of flight. He has a great deal of strength and is a rather intelligent individual, capable of planning tactically to make the best use of the skills he has.

Bad Attributes: Ever since the traumatic event that caused him to exile himself from his home, he has been prone to fits of rage that can severely impact his judgment and make him more violent than normal. Reminders of his family can also lead to episodes of depression that harm his ability to motivate himself.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I think I'll go ahead and put his bio up, as I am about to go somewhere for a few hours. I don't think I saw anything that would require me to make changes to him, but I could have missed something.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Yes, yes she would. With a smile.