It's fine man.
Now I'm just waiting on everyone else hehe. :P
Leos Klien
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STATUS: Nothing beats the feeling you get when you find an RP that's amazing. 9 yrs ago
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Nothing beats the feeling you get when you find an RP that's amazing.
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Still alive, if barely, I will be back properly on the 20th.
9 yrs ago
Will likely not be able to post for quite some time in my current roleplays - If I do it'll be very slow and staggered, sorry guys this is only temporary.
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My pool of friends is drastically lowering since any of them that buys Andromeda makes my shit list.
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Damnit... exam season is coming and I just got hooked on a new anime; the Gods are not kind....
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Enalais said
You also made my name there a little over complicated it's Enalais, Leos.
Note to self: Spell someones name right to avoid looking like a prick....
Yup sorry about that hehe. :D
The fight with the Frost troll had taken its toll on Valerion, the ancient castle of High Hrothgar was now in his sights, but the pain from his arm and head was excruciating.
Valerion buried his blade into the snow before kneeling and opening a small black pouch attached to his waist. It contained numerous Black crystals, some were pure black and the others; majority of the others, were a deep hue of purple. These Purple ones had been filled with souls of various travelers and Valerion could use them to heal any wounds he had sustained.
This was the only way he could heal himself as well. Potions were useless and restoration magic just failed to have any effect on him. This made life a bit of a misery at times but so long as he was stocked up he was fine.
He pulled a long Soul gem out and it started to glow in a small shimmering light when he placed it in his palm. He crushed it and it uttered a small hollow scream as he absorbed its energy.
The next bit was the nasty part though, Valerion bit his teeth in preparation for his bones in his broken right arm to snap back together.
And with a sickening crack they did, Valerion screamed into his throat. But the worst was over as he got up and wiped his face, clearing any blood that covered it.
He began exercising his arm, it always felt queer the first few minutes after he healed himself, the body part that suffered never really felt like it was his. He speculated that what ever damage was done was stolen from the soul he used. But it mattered little to Valerion, his preservation came first... Always...
Valerion placed his blade back into his scabbard on his hip as he began climbing the last few steps up into the fabled halls of High Hrothgar, placing both hands onto the doors on the right, he gave a strong push as the doors swung open slowly, a strong smell of incense and log fires hit Valerion's nostrils as he closed the large, heavy doors behind him.
"Ah our first member of Dovah Feyn, thank the Nine we were beginning to lose hope!" came from Valerion's back, it was a sage like voice, wizened and was not much unlike the snows of Skyrim, soft, yet it had a harsh undertone.
Valerion turned and walked into the centre of the large hall, before him stood 2 old men in long dark grey cloaks, their hoods pulled up and one woman who was adorned in a heavy plate armour that matched an Akaiviri style, one of Valerions favorites.
"You need not worry much more sir, I believe there're some more on their way." Valerion said, his voice resonating of the hard stone walls of the castles spacious interior.
"Ah, see Delphine I told you that all hope was not lost." The man said to the armoured woman.
"Yes, I suppose you're right Argneir."The woman replied.
"Right in that case please go into the room on our left, there's a roaring fire and some Salt fish in there for you, as well as soup and wine. Please make yourself at home." Argneir said with a warm smile and his right arm outstretched to the right of him.
"My thanks." Valerion said, taking a small bow.
He walked swiftly into the Dinning hall which had a long stone table in a horseshoe shape, in the middle was a roaring pit fire, as well as a large fire place near the entrance.
he sat at the very middle of the table, furthest away from the entrance, so he could have a good view of anyone who entered, but more importantly because it was generally, in most dining occasions where the most important person sat.
He poured himself a glass of wine, and began sipping at his soup. Eagerly awaiting for the next person to enter the room.
Valerion buried his blade into the snow before kneeling and opening a small black pouch attached to his waist. It contained numerous Black crystals, some were pure black and the others; majority of the others, were a deep hue of purple. These Purple ones had been filled with souls of various travelers and Valerion could use them to heal any wounds he had sustained.
This was the only way he could heal himself as well. Potions were useless and restoration magic just failed to have any effect on him. This made life a bit of a misery at times but so long as he was stocked up he was fine.
He pulled a long Soul gem out and it started to glow in a small shimmering light when he placed it in his palm. He crushed it and it uttered a small hollow scream as he absorbed its energy.
The next bit was the nasty part though, Valerion bit his teeth in preparation for his bones in his broken right arm to snap back together.
And with a sickening crack they did, Valerion screamed into his throat. But the worst was over as he got up and wiped his face, clearing any blood that covered it.
He began exercising his arm, it always felt queer the first few minutes after he healed himself, the body part that suffered never really felt like it was his. He speculated that what ever damage was done was stolen from the soul he used. But it mattered little to Valerion, his preservation came first... Always...
Valerion placed his blade back into his scabbard on his hip as he began climbing the last few steps up into the fabled halls of High Hrothgar, placing both hands onto the doors on the right, he gave a strong push as the doors swung open slowly, a strong smell of incense and log fires hit Valerion's nostrils as he closed the large, heavy doors behind him.
"Ah our first member of Dovah Feyn, thank the Nine we were beginning to lose hope!" came from Valerion's back, it was a sage like voice, wizened and was not much unlike the snows of Skyrim, soft, yet it had a harsh undertone.
Valerion turned and walked into the centre of the large hall, before him stood 2 old men in long dark grey cloaks, their hoods pulled up and one woman who was adorned in a heavy plate armour that matched an Akaiviri style, one of Valerions favorites.
"You need not worry much more sir, I believe there're some more on their way." Valerion said, his voice resonating of the hard stone walls of the castles spacious interior.
"Ah, see Delphine I told you that all hope was not lost." The man said to the armoured woman.
"Yes, I suppose you're right Argneir."The woman replied.
"Right in that case please go into the room on our left, there's a roaring fire and some Salt fish in there for you, as well as soup and wine. Please make yourself at home." Argneir said with a warm smile and his right arm outstretched to the right of him.
"My thanks." Valerion said, taking a small bow.
He walked swiftly into the Dinning hall which had a long stone table in a horseshoe shape, in the middle was a roaring pit fire, as well as a large fire place near the entrance.
he sat at the very middle of the table, furthest away from the entrance, so he could have a good view of anyone who entered, but more importantly because it was generally, in most dining occasions where the most important person sat.
He poured himself a glass of wine, and began sipping at his soup. Eagerly awaiting for the next person to enter the room.
I'm just using an archer class on Oblivion at the minute, having 80 speed whilst firing a bow is sooooo much fun. :D
Heh did you make a new character north?
Hey guys I'll get my post up tonight hopefully, and don't worry his arm will heal.
I know you guys are all distraught over that bit :P
I know you guys are all distraught over that bit :P
I just want to raise a slight issue with your post Enealis, you've managed for Darth Reaver to reach Scilla in what appears to be a few minutes, this is impossible even with the technological advances currently going in this universe.
So I'm not sure if this I going to be regarded as a problem, but I just thought i'd point it out.
So I'm not sure if this I going to be regarded as a problem, but I just thought i'd point it out.
Master difficulty were your choices in skills will define your game for you.
Light armour at the beginning is a death sentence but higher levels and being a master in it is very useful.
Two handed is likely to get you killed very quickly
Block is actually useful.
Duel wielding blades is another way to get yourself killed.
If you don't use restoration you're going to die very fast.
And you'd should specialise in sneak, and at the same time you shouldn't...
And finally perks define whether or not you're going to survive the coming dragon battle.
So yeah it's a fun mode to play on.
Light armour at the beginning is a death sentence but higher levels and being a master in it is very useful.
Two handed is likely to get you killed very quickly
Block is actually useful.
Duel wielding blades is another way to get yourself killed.
If you don't use restoration you're going to die very fast.
And you'd should specialise in sneak, and at the same time you shouldn't...
And finally perks define whether or not you're going to survive the coming dragon battle.
So yeah it's a fun mode to play on.
Hallowed Mind said
I've got a sneaky git of an Altmer archer in heavy armor that rushed into Solsteim a little too early, ended up having to make use of a swinging spike wall trap to soften up several Draugr Wights in the mine. THAT was incredibly tricky.
Ah yes, the room with the hundreds of Draugr in, which are generally all wights, thankfully I managed to pick them all off one by one, but it's a bad moment when you play on Master difficulty like I do, every Draugr is a challenge. And more than one Wight at any time is practically a death sentence.
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