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Sorry for the long break but I'm back and ready to post up on here, unless everyone's gone...
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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It appeared that many people in this room had something to say Valerion pondered, the Khajiit Valerion was going to talk to gave an ear-splitting roar before saying his piece.
He outlined something that Valerion was all too aware of, that the battle against the dragons wasn't for glory or power, it was for the preservation of life, something Valerion tried to get into Haserus' thick skull, but the Khajiit evidently missed the message as well as the warrior who was now boasting once again.
"You say you are undead, however, if you are indeed undead, then you have died once before." Haserus smiled, his gaze not faltering, "The issue I have here, is that if you have died, you are indeed killable. You see, people!" He turned to look at the others, arms outstretched, "You may listen to the person whom has already died, or you can listen to a man who has slain many undead before him!"
Valerion smiled at that, the fool was unaware of how Valerion had 'died', it was not that he fell in battle, but something he done himself in order to become something greater than he was in the mortal coil known as life. But this is not something he would share; yet.
"I fully believe in what the cat man spoke of, however, to prove myself, why don't I and this... Undead... Step outside for a true test?"
"Or is he afraid?"
Normally Valerion would have accepted this without hesitation, he would steal that mans soul and torture his existence until time itself ceased to run. That is what a man as despicable as he, would deserve.
However the circumstances were far from normal, so he let this absent minded challenge go. One day however, he would take it up, and Haserus would regret his egotistical boast.
After that the small girl, as well as the Imperial and Nord spoke afterwards, all reiterating the Khajiits point, but more civilly.
Then finally the argonian Valerion had chastised moments ago, spoke, but mainly directed it at the Warrior, pointing out obvious facts that had not sunk in the mans mind.
And the Argonian actually understood, and seen what Valerion was aiming for. His name was Dreet-Na, and he was a mage as Valerion had accurately suspected.
He noticed however that he was writing in a note book, Valerion couldn't see what was written in it, but he was staring at Valerion, quill in hand evidently waiting for him to speak.
"He finds me of interest" Valerion mused for a moment, before turning his attention to the idiot who was awaiting at the door way, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the hilt of his blade.
Time to set this man straight
"All valid points." Valerion spoke with the same commanding voice as earlier.
"Especially Dreet-Na, who accurately spoke of that if what Haserus had said about the armies and 'peppering of arrows' had actually worked we would not be here today in this room would we?"
Valerion now looked back at the Redguard who was still standing in the same position.
"Haserus, killing you would only go to the assistance of the Dovah and Alduins agenda, as a famous general I knew once said-
"Together we stand, divided we fall."
"This could not apply more to this situation we are in now."
"So no, I shall not fight you."
Valerion then went on to reply the Khajiit
"And the only reason why I said what I was, is to show you all what I'm capable of, that way you can all begin to formulate suitable uses of my abilities in the coming battles, this is also why I asked what you are all capable of, your strengths, and weaknesses."
"It was not bravado nor was it being egotistical, I wished only to see in what we could do together if we worked as one!"
Valerion picked up his helmet and felt that he had enough of speaking to these people, he would sit and listen for a while and then get some much needed rest.
He walked around the table and sat back in his place, picking up his wine and taking a small sip from it before placing it back down, his helmet resting in his left hand.
He outlined something that Valerion was all too aware of, that the battle against the dragons wasn't for glory or power, it was for the preservation of life, something Valerion tried to get into Haserus' thick skull, but the Khajiit evidently missed the message as well as the warrior who was now boasting once again.
"You say you are undead, however, if you are indeed undead, then you have died once before." Haserus smiled, his gaze not faltering, "The issue I have here, is that if you have died, you are indeed killable. You see, people!" He turned to look at the others, arms outstretched, "You may listen to the person whom has already died, or you can listen to a man who has slain many undead before him!"
Valerion smiled at that, the fool was unaware of how Valerion had 'died', it was not that he fell in battle, but something he done himself in order to become something greater than he was in the mortal coil known as life. But this is not something he would share; yet.
"I fully believe in what the cat man spoke of, however, to prove myself, why don't I and this... Undead... Step outside for a true test?"
"Or is he afraid?"
Normally Valerion would have accepted this without hesitation, he would steal that mans soul and torture his existence until time itself ceased to run. That is what a man as despicable as he, would deserve.
However the circumstances were far from normal, so he let this absent minded challenge go. One day however, he would take it up, and Haserus would regret his egotistical boast.
After that the small girl, as well as the Imperial and Nord spoke afterwards, all reiterating the Khajiits point, but more civilly.
Then finally the argonian Valerion had chastised moments ago, spoke, but mainly directed it at the Warrior, pointing out obvious facts that had not sunk in the mans mind.
And the Argonian actually understood, and seen what Valerion was aiming for. His name was Dreet-Na, and he was a mage as Valerion had accurately suspected.
He noticed however that he was writing in a note book, Valerion couldn't see what was written in it, but he was staring at Valerion, quill in hand evidently waiting for him to speak.
"He finds me of interest" Valerion mused for a moment, before turning his attention to the idiot who was awaiting at the door way, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the hilt of his blade.
Time to set this man straight
"All valid points." Valerion spoke with the same commanding voice as earlier.
"Especially Dreet-Na, who accurately spoke of that if what Haserus had said about the armies and 'peppering of arrows' had actually worked we would not be here today in this room would we?"
Valerion now looked back at the Redguard who was still standing in the same position.
"Haserus, killing you would only go to the assistance of the Dovah and Alduins agenda, as a famous general I knew once said-
"Together we stand, divided we fall."
"This could not apply more to this situation we are in now."
"So no, I shall not fight you."
Valerion then went on to reply the Khajiit
"And the only reason why I said what I was, is to show you all what I'm capable of, that way you can all begin to formulate suitable uses of my abilities in the coming battles, this is also why I asked what you are all capable of, your strengths, and weaknesses."
"It was not bravado nor was it being egotistical, I wished only to see in what we could do together if we worked as one!"
Valerion picked up his helmet and felt that he had enough of speaking to these people, he would sit and listen for a while and then get some much needed rest.
He walked around the table and sat back in his place, picking up his wine and taking a small sip from it before placing it back down, his helmet resting in his left hand.
Yeah I'm doing a post now North, I was just waiting to see if anyone else was.
OH GODS WHAT HAVE WE DONE!
I think a spell would cover that North :D
And it's a possibility Veshio, but we shall see as the rp develops.
Yey egotism! :D
Yeah, I've got my post up now instead, couldn't bother waiting :D
Anyway, I'll refine it tomorrow as I done it on my IPad.
Night guys!
Anyway, I'll refine it tomorrow as I done it on my IPad.
Night guys!
Valerion was staring at the Khajiit awaiting a reply when the GreyBeards walked through the entrance, accompanied with the warrior woman;Delphine.
The Khajiit postponed their conversation as the meeting began. It was certainly eventful, Valerion thought, although it answered many of his questions it did however leave some unanswered and in the process created more.
Valerion was a man who hated the unknown,which was partly in tie with his ultimate fear. Death.
It appeared that the rag tag band named DovahFeyn, or Dragons bane - the blades reborn Valerion mused momentarily, would be departing the following morning and setting off for Kynesgrove.
Kynesgrove was a small and quaint village, that mainly consisted of farm land and a Inn, also situated right next to a Dragon Burial site it seemed.
Argneir finished the meeting by telling everyone here to get better acquainted with the others, as it would be a long trip Valerion gathered. Based on his knowledge of the land and his constant studying of Skyrims maps of late, it would likely take up to 2 weeks depending on the route and what ever events happened along the way.
Time to ask a few questions Valerion thought.
But before he could something that Valerion would regard as a stain on his senses occurred.
A man clad in armour that looked somewhat familiar stood up and started speaking brashly, with evidently little thought behind what he was saying, and in turn accusing the room of.
But mainly, in Valerions mind, insulting him to his face.
The man that Valerion only knew too well, named Hasours, may as well have spat on his face with the words he was issuing.
The term seeing red applied very well here, Valerions eyes burned towards Haserous and he then stood up, ready to meet with this delinquent if need be.
Valerion stood up from his chair and walked past the girl who has scowling at the arrogant, prideful fool who was following Valerion as he walked around the table and stood opposite him at the center of the room. Argneir stood their shocked and at a loss for words.
No matter, Valerion would speak for him.
With a voice filled power and confidence Valerion spoke to the room, although it was mainly directed at the redguard.
"You speak with words that have as little footing as you have wits, Haserous!"
Valerion placed emphasis on the name.
"You DARE speak to me with words such as those! You have little inkling as to who, or what I am!
I consume souls and have felled warriors that make you look like a muling goat in comparison, I was the reason why the North of Cyrodil was feared for 2 centuries!"
Valerion turned and faced the rest of the room, glancing at every other member of it shortly
"Even the rest of the room have yet to prove their worth, including yourself."
Valerion turned and faced Hasours once again.
" Even I, who has lived for centuries have never faced a foe of their calibre. But you say we are but a band of misfits, this will actually work to our advantage. Just like you, dragons are a foolish, prideful and arrogant being. They see us as nothing but ants, but arrogance breeds underestimation, and in turn this will give us an upper hand! With the right leader of course."
Valerion had placed out his offer to he room, he would prove to them all that even a dragon cannot withstand Valerions superior ability. He would consume their soul and watch the life drain from the dragons eyes. He lusted for that moment. A small smile cracked on his face for a short time before resuming his speech.
"So let us prove to the fool what we are all capable of!" Valerion turned once agin to the room and thruster his hands out, gesturing the others to step up and say what made them worthy to kill dragons
"I, myself have much to offer, I have ascended from what scholars and mages would call a King Lich. I am above death itself and I shall show the dragon kin just what I am. And in their last moments they will fear me!"
"So!"
Valerion dropped his hands and stared at the others
"What do you offer to the preservation of mundus?"
Valerion hated arrogance, especially if it was directed at him. But he knew about Haserous, he was a formidable warrior for his age, but he was obsessed with looks. Failing to see what strength may be hidden beneath the surface.
Something Valerion knew all to well, that the must unsuspecting person could prove to be a very powerful force.
The Khajiit postponed their conversation as the meeting began. It was certainly eventful, Valerion thought, although it answered many of his questions it did however leave some unanswered and in the process created more.
Valerion was a man who hated the unknown,which was partly in tie with his ultimate fear. Death.
It appeared that the rag tag band named DovahFeyn, or Dragons bane - the blades reborn Valerion mused momentarily, would be departing the following morning and setting off for Kynesgrove.
Kynesgrove was a small and quaint village, that mainly consisted of farm land and a Inn, also situated right next to a Dragon Burial site it seemed.
Argneir finished the meeting by telling everyone here to get better acquainted with the others, as it would be a long trip Valerion gathered. Based on his knowledge of the land and his constant studying of Skyrims maps of late, it would likely take up to 2 weeks depending on the route and what ever events happened along the way.
Time to ask a few questions Valerion thought.
But before he could something that Valerion would regard as a stain on his senses occurred.
A man clad in armour that looked somewhat familiar stood up and started speaking brashly, with evidently little thought behind what he was saying, and in turn accusing the room of.
But mainly, in Valerions mind, insulting him to his face.
The man that Valerion only knew too well, named Hasours, may as well have spat on his face with the words he was issuing.
The term seeing red applied very well here, Valerions eyes burned towards Haserous and he then stood up, ready to meet with this delinquent if need be.
Valerion stood up from his chair and walked past the girl who has scowling at the arrogant, prideful fool who was following Valerion as he walked around the table and stood opposite him at the center of the room. Argneir stood their shocked and at a loss for words.
No matter, Valerion would speak for him.
With a voice filled power and confidence Valerion spoke to the room, although it was mainly directed at the redguard.
"You speak with words that have as little footing as you have wits, Haserous!"
Valerion placed emphasis on the name.
"You DARE speak to me with words such as those! You have little inkling as to who, or what I am!
I consume souls and have felled warriors that make you look like a muling goat in comparison, I was the reason why the North of Cyrodil was feared for 2 centuries!"
Valerion turned and faced the rest of the room, glancing at every other member of it shortly
"Even the rest of the room have yet to prove their worth, including yourself."
Valerion turned and faced Hasours once again.
" Even I, who has lived for centuries have never faced a foe of their calibre. But you say we are but a band of misfits, this will actually work to our advantage. Just like you, dragons are a foolish, prideful and arrogant being. They see us as nothing but ants, but arrogance breeds underestimation, and in turn this will give us an upper hand! With the right leader of course."
Valerion had placed out his offer to he room, he would prove to them all that even a dragon cannot withstand Valerions superior ability. He would consume their soul and watch the life drain from the dragons eyes. He lusted for that moment. A small smile cracked on his face for a short time before resuming his speech.
"So let us prove to the fool what we are all capable of!" Valerion turned once agin to the room and thruster his hands out, gesturing the others to step up and say what made them worthy to kill dragons
"I, myself have much to offer, I have ascended from what scholars and mages would call a King Lich. I am above death itself and I shall show the dragon kin just what I am. And in their last moments they will fear me!"
"So!"
Valerion dropped his hands and stared at the others
"What do you offer to the preservation of mundus?"
Valerion hated arrogance, especially if it was directed at him. But he knew about Haserous, he was a formidable warrior for his age, but he was obsessed with looks. Failing to see what strength may be hidden beneath the surface.
Something Valerion knew all to well, that the must unsuspecting person could prove to be a very powerful force.
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