Grimmdreamer13

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Velan smiled as the smells of the tavern hit him with full force while the alcohol was foreign Drinks were drinks for the most part.
He was mostly passive while just as he thought Jarett handled the talking. He couldn't help but feel fire in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the Altmer bard. Velan held his tongue as starting trouble after they just had reached Solitude was not a wise option.

Still he could not hide some visible cues of malice, he looked at Jarett with a somewhat concerned face " Well let's at lest get a drink in us while we still can knowing Alit we'll be knee deep in Drauger sooner than later." he told Jarret Velan scanned the room he noticed an Orcish woman she had a lovely face for an Orc. Velan drank his mead with intent before pulling out his ornate bone Pipe. most did not mind some smoke one could hardly smell it over the scent of people, Drinks and the torches that burned. From a small sack he pulled a small container of a fine grey powder which shimmered ever so slightly it was made from a beetle Native to Valenwood this particulate Beetle produced a relaxing and calming smoke something to calm Velan.

He pulled a flint and lit the pipe with three puffs Velan was calmed his blood cooled even in the presence of an Altmer a people he hated with a deep passion. He smiled at Jarett as he laid his pipe on the table with great care.

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Velan put away his pipe and lifted his head the Inn seemed like the most logical place to check for information and a warm drink to chase off the cold. Velan walked in the direction of the Inn he caught a glimpse of the sign The winking skeever a charming name Velan thought to himself with a chuckle
"Jarett let's get a drink we can ask around inside" he said as he waved the Redguard over.

It was win win for Velan Jarett loved to talk and was at ease doing such which left Velan with the task of getting drinks which is easier said then done when everything on the menu tasted like a chamber pot. It was however about time for some inebriation after the torturous carriage ride to the City.

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Velan was slightly taken aback by the Nord how any why they grew that large it would make life back home a pain. "ah Haskell it's been some time" he said with a nod. Velan had nothing against the man he seemed solid but it was almost involuntary the pang of anxiety at seeing someone different the village that he had called home most of his life was mostly reclusive he had not even met a man before coming North. With the Dunmer he felt some Kinship and he knew the beast races. He had seen Haskell around the Hall never spoke to him much beyond greatings so he expected some unfamiliarly

He looked out into the town the inn looked welcoming well more so than the execution platform to the west. he pulled out his pipe and gave it a flip it was in hope for luck in a new city.

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Velan smirked as he began to follow alit up the path " You want to go into ruins already must be a Dunmer quirk. I for one wood love to explore the forest and swamps around here." stated Velan " well maybe somewhere warmer would be more welcomed" Velan had still had issues with the cold climate of Skyrim it was a culture shock in it's own right he had longed for the warmer forest of Valenwood.

"Also i know you have a diastase for liqueur but i swear if you could taste some of my home brewed elixir it would change your mind Dun Riel" he teased Alit Velan could be trusted to try his damnedest to lighten the given mood seeing how he had a lot be pained over.

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Velan laughed " you must try some Varnule Brandy a recipe from my village it set even the most hardy orc on his ass" he declared.
"if i have the coin maybe i'll have some ingredients brought Valenwood though i would not advise it for a soft palet Jarret" he said with a grin. It was no secret that jarret could be a bit snobbish at time even more so compared to the wild and often dirty Bosmer.
Velan did not mind as Jarret had grown on him one of the few humans he had grown accustom to it helped that he was not an axe swinging nord who hated all mer.

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"Sounds like a solid plan Dun Riel" he said with smile to Alit, she was one of the few people he felt at ease around her being Mer helped him feel less different in this land of men. he took in a deep breath of the cool sea air it was a moment of peace that Velan sorely missed but alas this was life now. Velan drew his bow and ran a finger down the smooth tread it was a familiar feeling

that reminded him of old hunts and merry times of revelry and drink, " i hope they have more than this stale ale these nords drink."
he chuckled as he put his bow back over his shoulder and turned his attention to the group.

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Velan let out a long yawn he had slept most of the carriage ride to solitude he hated riding in them he thought them confining and uncomfortable but couldn't deny the speed in which it took the group to their destination. Velan stretched his arms out and looked to the rest of the group. " So this is solitude...i've never been here but it reminds me of Cyrodiil in a strange way". Velan said as he adjusted his bow and quiver.

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APPEARANCE
Name: Valen Thoren

Age: 64 (appears late twenties)

Race: Bosmer

Height: 5'11

Eye color: Amber

Main Class: Archer

Secondary Class: warrior

Weapons: A Bow made from the wood of a great tree of Valenwood Named shimmerbane. A Quiver of glass tipped arrows.
two steel short swords engraved with scrip of praise to the forest. A large Dagger with an ornate hilt with a name inscribed.

Armor:
Hardened leather armor fastened with ornate silver buckles in cold weather he has a large brown hooded cloak.

Clothes: A simple tanned leather tunic over a silk beige undershirt brown trousers fastened by several belts that meet knee high leather boots which show years of wear and use. his only peace of jewelry a small pendent held by a sliver chain it portrays a faded painting of
a girl.

Shout you will learn: Elemental fury

Biography (Optional): Velan Grew up in the Grand forest of Valenwood in a small village with in the trees where his learned to hunt to shoot a bow and to survive. His childhood was relativity peaceful as he was mostly isolated from the outside world. He knew the laws and
customs of his people and was satisfied. He was even sweet on a girl named Karlia. To impress her he strove to be a master of the bow he trained until it was apart of him not just a tool. He even became a Hunter of his village it was about this time that the Bosmer felt the full weight of their compact with the Aldmeri dominion. Stories of village leader who spoke anything but loyalty to the Dominion being culled villages burned spread. Velan's father was deeply convicted to the old ways of the Bosmer would speak out against the Altmer who would dare harm the green of the land. which he saw as an affront to the Green Pact this would bring the wraith of the Thalmor. Velan who was on a hunt to win the hand of his love on his return his village lay burn and ravaged his friends, family everyone
gone. the only thing he could salvage was a pendent the last reminder of his home fearing his life he left his home and went as far north as he could go settling in skyrim hoping to forget his pain he joined the Companions to fill of void of kinship.

Marital Status: Single

Relationships: Velan is mostly shy with the Races of man and beast and has a hate for Altmer so he mostly finds company with Elrindir and Anoriath as they are also Bosmer in fact he keeps a room in the drunken huntsman.

Glory for the conpanions of sovirngaurd

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i liked the overall storyframe for the old thread but we didn't get far so a lot of things never happened so we have an open slate. personally i think the thalmor should have a major hand in the events along with our protagonists goals being the full reformation of the blades as more then just a dragon hunting organization.

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so if i may can i post my character from the old thread