Greenie

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

While the walk through the woods had been long and tiresome, it wasn't actually the physical activity that had Meg a little down, rather the idea that at the end of the journey they could very well end up back where they started. If it had simply been her, it was likely she would have despaired and run off... somewhere. Thankfully the company of the others helped more than a little, and she found herself smiling when she thought she wouldn't. So it was with better spirits that she reached Skingrad with her companions, only to have said spirits dampened when she saw all the refugees outside the gates of the city. Meg had never seen so many people gathered in one place, yet it wasn't the sheer amount of folks that made her heart sink. Children, adults and elderly all had the same expressions of fear darkening their faces.

As Rhea, Brynja and Daro'Vasora headed through the crowd to hopefully figure out what in Talos' name was happening, Meg decided to do a little wandering of her own, though she tried not to stray too far from the group. Whether the others liked it or not, she felt a sort of kinship with them now. They had been through much together, events that would take more than a lifetime to forget. Meg felt more comfortable around even the snippier members of the group than she would with her own stepmother and brother.

Meg blinked. Her stepmother was someone who often poked about in her memories, but her little brother was hardly someone who made an occurrence. Looking away from the ground she had been concentrating on as she walked, she caught sight of a rather large family with many children. She paused in her steps before moving to the side, not wishing to be in anyone's path or being jostled by someone who didn't care. Still, her eyes remained on the family, spotting a young lad who looked no more than three or four years. I wonder how old he is now? It seemed like forever ago when she had met her little brother. Did he even remember her? "Huh." Meg scoffed at her own foolish thoughts. She could hardly expect the child to think of her when she hardly did of him, and while that did sadden her, it was a small relief as well. One less person to miss her if she didn't make it out of whatever this was alive.

Her father though... Scuffing the ground with her boot, she tried to ignore thoughts of him, but with everyone so preoccupied with their own worries, there was no one to steer her away from her grim thoughts. I wonder if they know what happened to Jerall Mountain back in Whiterun. Or what happened in Imperial city... For all her father knew though, she could very well have been treasure hunting in some snow-covered caverns under Winterhold. At least, that's what she hoped... there was no sense in him worrying about her.

I really should go writin' him a letter soon- Meg's thoughts were interrupted, her eyes shifting away from the boy to two newcomers who were addressing the parents of the many children. "Hm..." Even from her distance she could see the barely hidden disdain in their words and expressions. Unknowingly her hands curled into fists, her irritation barely contained when they passed by her, especially when she heard the spiteful words they had to say about the family. It took every fiber of her being not to say something scathing to them; perhaps it was actually the sight of Rhea that caused her to change her mind.

To say she was shocked by what Rhea had to say would be a lie, even if it was a rather unpleasant bit of news. The choice to follow after Brynja and Daro'Vasora was very tempting as well, but Judena's words also meant something important to her, something she had just been thinking about. Once more the idea of having more bonds with this group than her own family pulled at her heartstrings.

It took quite a lot of chewing on her lip before she finally spoke aloud.

"I wanna help people too, but..." She let out a breath. "I havta agree with Judena. I don' quite feel ready t'leave this group yet... So I'mma stay. I'll help you, Jude, if you're fine with that."

Meg turned to smile at the older Argonian, but she too ended up distracted with the sight of the three familiar Altmer. "Well... huh." Now that was a surprise.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

Unfortunately I'm going to have to step back :( Just remembered my summer's going to be jam packed so I'm already slicing away other rps. Hope you all have fun though :'D and if there's chance again in the future to join when I'm free, then I'll give it another go.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

@Greenie, archers, 1H swordsmen and destruction mages were oversaturated in chapter 1, and are still going to be very popular. Some underrated picks are 2H axe, pickpocketing, lockpicking, athletics, provisioning and alteration.

@Gcold

Hmm...

I'mma have to think some more then XD Not much into magic but bows and swords yeah. Let's see what I can do.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

<Snipped quote by Greenie>

Not a GM but while characters with unique skillsets are encouraged, if it makes more sense for the character you've created to specialize in archery, blade, sneak etc. that's fine. If a skill gets too saturated, the GMs will publicly announce what skills future characters cannot specialize in. GCold did this in Chapter 1 for a couple of skills, but that didn't come for a very long time.

@Frizan

Coolio, sounds good to moi! :D

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

I've started working on my character sheet, and was also taking a peek at everyone else's characters. So, I was wondering if diversifying was better or should I make my character as I wish and not worry if I'm like... archer number 5 or something. ^_^;

*thinking*

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

Just wanted to mention that I've been reading through and I'm interested in the RP :3

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

26th Rain's Hand, 4E208, early afternoon-

It was a miracle to Meg that she had managed to evade the dwemer forces. Whether her prayers had helped her or whether it was her own sneakiness, she didn't know. However, as she kept herself hidden away quietly in the remains of an already destroyed shop. Her normal temperament may have been to scavenge, but right now that was the farther thing from her mind. In the distance she could still hear the screaming and the sobs, causing her to curl into herself even more than she already was. Eyes shut tightly, she pressed her chin against her raised knees. Arms clasped around herself, she fiddled with the amulet she had pulled from her neck, seeking some sort of comfort.

Don' take this the wrong way, J'raij, but I'm not meanin' to meet you any time soon.

Death was never on her to do list and the same could be said for today, but the way things seemed to be going these days, it would seem death was enjoying seeing her run about like a frantic chicken.

The thought didn't give her any comfort, and she remained as she was for a time longer; it was hard to tell if had been mere minutes or hours or days by the time she moved from her safe spot. Her hand loosened around the amulet, and when she made to wear it once more, the indentations could be seen on the palm of her hand. Taking a breath, she finally reached into her pocket and pulled out the map Judena had made her.

Opening it, she felt a lump in her throat. Was the Argonian alright? Did she manage to escape the disaster? What about the others? How was Brynja? What of Latro and Alim and Daro'Vasora? Where was Gaius and the three Altmer? For a moment her hand tightened around the map, causing the sides to crumple. Meg hastily loosened her hold, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Now wasn't the time to cloud her mind with such thoughts.

The map had been very helpful from the day it had been given to her, and she was going to put her faith in it once again. Judena had marked Rhea's house on it, and in Meg's opinion, it was probably the best place to go for someone not really familiar with the city. Hopefully the other non Natives thought the same... and if not, there was also the hope that Rhea was still there. Chewing industriously on her lip, Meg started tracing the way she had run from the inn when the attacks had commenced. Perhaps it was good luck from the gods above, but it seemed the way to Rhea's house wouldn't be too difficult for her to follow.

Sword in one hand and map in the other, Meg left her temporary haven. The sight that met her eyes was worse than before; bloodied bodies fallen here and there, shops and homes reduced to rubble and debris. It was difficult not to feel something as she quietly stepped over those who had been slaughtered, a sense of sorrow and hopelessness invading her. Was this how her father had felt when he had fought for the Imperial army? She didn't even know these people and this city; how would one feel if it was their friends and comrades?

The last thought caused her pace to quicken, though her paranoia forced her to periodically continue hiding as she followed the map, slowly but steadily inching closer and closer until at last she was standing before Rhea's mansion. Meg let out a soft sigh of relief. It was hard to ignore the temptation of racing to the door and entering, but she forced herself to remain calm, stealthily making her way until she finally reached the door. With one last uneasy look behind her, Meg fumbled with the handle before hurriedly opening the door and entering the mansion. Almost instantly she felt her shoulders droop- the immediate safety from the outside world was as sweet as a honey nut treat.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

I'm open for collabs if anyone's interested :3

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

26th Rain's Hand, 4E208, early afternoon-

It was with a sense of both relief and regret with which Meg had woken up. It would indeed be nice to be paid, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to part ways with her companions just yet. Had bonds been made? She wasn't sure yet, but she did feel a sense of sisterhood with Brynja, even if she had duped her out of quite a bit of drink the first night, along with the help of Latro. Speaking of the latter, she found him quite pleasant to talk to and even just be around, much like with Judena. She had to admit she owed Judena big time; the map as well as notes she'd hurriedly given her and Latro before heading her own way had proven very useful to Meg at least.

Whilst the Nord had spend quite a bit of time indoors, sleeping away the tiredness of the journey that brought them all the way to the Imperial City, she hadn't wasted all of her time in the inn. With septims she still on her, she'd decided it was high time to buy a couple of extra pairs of clothing. She also spent quite a while by various weapon shops, wondering whether she should spend her remaining money on new equipment or not. It was with a not so heavy heart that she left the shops behind. Meg was both sentimental and a little bit of a stingy person when it came down to it; she doubted selling her current gear would give her enough septims to buy something better than what she had. Besides, it was probably best to wait until Rhea paid them.

Returning to the inn for what she supposed may be the penultimate time, Meg headed to her room, deciding to set her things aright, packing her clothes away and tidying her bags, emptying them of any remain crumbs from long forgotten dried food. She made a face as a couple of dried and desiccated beetles fell out as well. She doubted even a potion brewer would have much use for them in this shoddy state.

"Hm..." She looked down at herself. Her clothes had not fared well this expedition, no matter how many times she washed them. She had half a mind to toss them but decided to simply change them with her newly bought clothes instead, stuffing the old worn blouse and trousers in her pack once she was finished changing. Smiling, she patted at her new clothes, a grin teasing her lips. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself a little luxury; she forgot how uncomfortable stiff and unsure clothes felt at first. A chuckle escaped her and she shook her head.

"Don' get used to it, Meg," she told herself as she checked up on her bow.

She was all but finished and just about to leave the inn when she heard commotion outside. Imperial City was a bustle and a half compared to the cities of Skyrim, but even Meg knew this was something more than just the ordinary. Frowning, she took hold of her sword on instinct, holding it before herself as she opened the door and stepped outside.

At first it was hard to tell what exactly was going on. However it wasn't long before Meg followed the line of sight of everyone else, looking up to the sky. "What in-" Nothing else came out as she simply watched, unable to believe her eyes. Ships in the sky?

It wasn't long before panic set in on the people, and Meg wasn't spared from that onslaught. What was even happening? For a while she was frozen in place, not even minding the people rushing past her, simply aghast with what she saw. It was only when the huge armoured figures landed and stood upright she realized that this was actually happening.

A man fell before her, body littered with holes. A yell of fright could be heard- it felt like forever but was only a moment when she realized it had come from her. I can't- I can't die here! The very real realization that her life was in immediate danger struck Meg like a slap to the face, and she waited not a second longer, running in the opposite direction as fast as she could.

Dwemer, her mind yelled at her, it has to be dwemer! What else could it be? She didn't expect or want any answers to the fleeting questions that crossed her mind.

Ysmir, grant me strength!

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

I hope ya'll like your medics with a Machiavellian twist.

@Stormflyx

It'll be nice getting to RP with you at last! ^_^