Hank

The Elder Scrolls V S: Sentinel

@Cu Chulainn

Ibram sidled up next the Bosmer, Pharis, and greeted him with a wink. "An excellent question, friend," Ibram cooed, and pressed his mug against the Bosmer's in an unsolicited toast. "You see, I am also looking for work. Two able-bodied fellows like ourselves should be a fine addition to any company in the business of slaying undesirable entities," he continued, taking a quick glance at the bone shortbow the Bosmer carried with him. Ibram's assumption that Pharis was looking for a job in the same line of work as the spellsword was a guess, but an educated one, and the Breton carried on with his spiel. "An expert Bosmer archer, finest in all of Tamriel, and a Breton swordsman of respectable skill. A fine pair, if I do say so myself."

Smiling, and with a twinkle in his eye, Ibram took another gulp of refreshing cold water and turned his attention back to the barkeep, after his gaze briefly lingered on the short woman carrying a peculiarly large warhammer that had just approached the bar. "So, what say you? Where might the two of us find such an employer?"

The Elder Scrolls V S: Sentinel

Anyone interested in handling the Panic! at the Mausoleum situation with me? Killing the restless dead is always a good appetizer.

The Elder Scrolls V S: Sentinel

The warm Hammerfell sun beating down on him wasn't exactly what Ibram had bargained for when he decided to set off and explore more of Tamriel, but there was no sense in complaining about it. He took another big gulp of his mug of ice-cold water, pressed his palm against its ivory surface and covertly sent another blast of frost magic through the mug. He knew Redguards weren't exactly keen on magic around these parts and decided to keep his talents to himself.

He was seated at a table beneath a cloth pavilion near the market district that belonged to a local tavern. A waitress walked to and fro to tend to the needs of the tavern's various patrons, a motley collection of strangers from all walks of life. Ibram Crowe was no different -- the Breton spellsword was just another exotic traveler, though not quite as foreign as the armored Argonian and his pet goat that were resting on a stone in the sun nearby. Ibram eyed the pair with with curiosity, confident that the Argonian was too distracted by his nap in the sun to notice him, and idly wondered how the Argonian could stand the incessant heat.

While he watched he also listened to the conversations around him. His pouch was slowly getting light on coin -- it had been a while since Ibram’s latest job. Experience had taught him that work was most easily found by keeping his ear to the ground and simply waiting for news of whatever disturbance needed to be dealt with to reach his ears.

“It’s the dead, I tell you,” Ibram heard a voice hiss in an urgent tone behind him. “They’re on the move. I heard a merchant say so. Scared of his wits, he was. Didn’t seem like he was being disingenuous to me.”

Another voice scoffed. “You don’t really believe that, do you? The dead don’t just get up and move on their own, and you know how the Alik’r warriors keep a lid on necromancy. Hasn’t been a situation like that around here since the days of the Hart-King.”

“I don’t know, brother… it could be real this time. I feel it in my gut.”

Ibram turned around at this point in their conversation and observed the two men -- beggars they were, huddled in the shadow of one of the city’s limestone buildings. Many people didn’t pay any mind to beggars, but Ibram knew that the poor and downtrodden knew a lot more about current events than the rich and pampered gave them credit for.

Now who might be interested in paying me to deal with such a problem? Ibram thought to himself. The Fighters Guild, perhaps.

Greetings!

Welcome, [@Kiyran]. I've changed your username for you.

It's Always About Demons

The man that stepped forward upon Wynn’s beckoning was entirely different from the underhanded, sniveling kobold that had preceded him. “My name is Mansour Ayem-Seht”, he said in heavily accented Common, for that was his name. Mansour straightened himself to his full height, looking down on the seated, golden elf, and made his face assume the most solemn and sincere expression he could muster. His own skin, dark as chocolate, glistened in the sea-silver sunlight, and his breathing was as deep and heavy as a man that had finished running a marathon sometime in the last thirty minutes. Briefly wondering how to phrase his profession, Mansour ran a henna-tattooed hand through the luscious locks of his auburn hair before he cleared his throat and continued. “My profession is akulahki, maidonai. Warrior-and-monk. Guardian-is-poet. Allegiance-guide-warden.”

Mansour fell silent for a few seconds as he watched Yrwalen guide the kobold away. “Your kin have mejjika? Magic?” he asked. Excitement gleamed in his eyes and he bared his pearly-white teeth in a wicked grin, having immediately forgotten his place. He waggled his finger at Wynn and made a playful tut-tut sound. “The sailors were right. Elves are very interesting. What is your name, maidonai?”

Approaching the Guild's 10 year anniversary

Where do you want us to send our thoughts and such?

@Cyndyr

You can PM them to @Mahz and myself or simply post a comment in this thread.

Approaching the Guild's 10 year anniversary

As not many of you know, the Guild is almost 10 years old soon! The first iteration of the Guild was founded nearly 10 years ago on the 7th of July in 2007, by the same head honcho and man with the plan that runs the site now; @Mahz, then known as Mahzkrieg. This calls for celebrations. Other than decorating the place for the occasion, I thought it would be nice to involve the community (y'all) in this. Many of you, like myself, have been here for a long time and the Guild holds a special place in our heart as our home-away-from-home and favorite creative outlet.

That's why I'd like to ask all of you to write down, in any format of your choice (poem, short blurb, image macro, etc), what the Guild means to you. It can be a sincere and genuine user testimonial, a funny story of your favorite moment here, a dank copypasta, whatever -- anything goes -- and either submit it in a post in this thread or send it to us directly. Whatever it is you decide to make, try to be concise, because the best, funniest, most heartwarming and clever submissions will be displayed on a special spot on the front page of the Guild that rotates through all of the selected submissions every time you reload the page.

Thanks for so many years of good times and excellent roleplaying. May the Force live long and prosper, Harry.

Delete a post?

Done, @ChickenTeriyaki.

The Elder Scrolls V S: Sentinel

Currently in the process of moving from one city to another. Poor timing on my part. I'll try to write a post sometime in the coming week.

Delete a post?

Done, @Cyndyr.