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Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Completely unrelated to things, but I love the elder scrolls world.

Anyone ever play crusader kings 2 on PC? There is this awesome elder scrolls mod which turns the map into tamriel and includes all the magic and religion and things - it's super awesome. I highly recommend it - I have this one game where I'm an argonian who managed to cast some kind of immortality spell (it has lots of high requirments and a very low chance of success). I cheated using saves until it worked and now am 198 years old and am the emperor of greater Argonia - an empire that includes Thr black marsh, Elsweyr,
Cyrodil and Skyrim. Anyway, I'll stop blabbing - but it's an awesome game.

Tales Of A Gilded Throne

I will indeed keep those things in mind. Thanks guys :)

I may wait until this re-boot of sorts then, but if I get the time I will definitely do it asap. Reading the IC makes me feel like I'm reading a book, and I don't want to ruin the flow until I'm sure about what I'm doing ;)

Tales Of A Gilded Throne

I'm still floating around - I've been back and forth on what kind of nation to create and where. The island is very tempting - and the first thing that jumps to mind is some extreme heavily warrior-merc type people, maybe raider type dudes. But then that seems a little obvious :p

I though maybe a heavily intrigue/assassin based nation, but I'm not so sure I'd be that good with that. I also considered maybe for the island a very scholarly, magically and religious group that had like some mountain monastery type place. Hordes old texts and maybe artefacts and things, whilst it's members are encouraged to travel to the other nations as much as possible and be all diplomatic and stuff. But I was worried that kind of thing may bot quite work, and the magic seems kinda OP.

Anyway… any thoughts? :p

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Awesome! I had time to get a response up so went for it :)

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

"Greetings! Are you here for the Dovah Feyn?"

The man’s words broke the sound of the crackling fires, Dreet-Na paused and turning his head to face the man he answered bluntly “Yes” before turning back to the bookcase and bringing out a small dark bound book, examining the cover. It was titled ‘Annals of the Dragonguard’ and was a text he had not read before, though he was somewhat familiar with its contents. It was a journal written by a member of the ancient Dragonguard, fitting he thought considering the situation.

“And why are you here?” Dreet-Na asked carefully, his emphasis showing his suspicion somewhat as he turned his attention back to his new ‘friend’. Moving towards the table he chose the seat closest to him, putting him one seat away from one end of the horseshoe table, and several seats away from the other man. Placing the book on the table he ran a pair of fingers down the cover before reaching into his satchel and pulling out a small ornate dwemer pipe and placing it beside the book before staring at the dark haired stranger with a sceptical eye as he listened to what he had to say.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Dreet-Na shivered again and cursed into the cold evening, the last rays of the day were vanishing and he’d been trudging towards that blasted mountain for as long as he cared to remember. Even though he was practically there he was in a short mood as he would still have to climb seven-thousand steps up the Throat of the World to High Hrothgar. ‘Hah – Throat of the World, what a foolish name’ he thought sourly to himself. If Nordic legend were to be believed this is the place where mankind was formed when the sky breathed onto the land. He thought it was funny considering they came from what was once Atmora – a continent to the north of Tamriel. All too conflicting for his tastes, but of course it was possible.

As he passed over an ornate but clearly aged stone bridge he spotted a watchman stood on the far side, an unmoving sentinel watching over the pass, or so he assumed. As he got closer it soon became clear that the man was not even conscious, in fact his sporadic snoring noises indicated he was sleeping on his feet somehow. Unimpressed Dreet-Na stalked past the man who barley even registered his presence apart from a slight grunt as he continued to sleep. Entering the village of Ivarstead he paused as he spotted the tavern , the sounds of general drunkenness and merriment breaking the otherwise generally silent evening. As much as he would like to stop for a drink and a comfortable bed he knew there were more pressing matters, besides he had everything he needed in his flask. As he turned and headed towards the path that would lead him up the highest mountain in Tamriel he reached into his satchel and pulled out his flask, briefly pausing to examine the daedric inscriptions covering it that he was so fond of before he took a deep swig. Exhaling into the cool air he sighed, the taste of the Cyrodilic brandy making him smile fondly even with the upcoming climb. It also tasted all the sweeter since he hadn’t needed to pay the imperial’s tax since he picked it up in cyrodiil on his way through. Sighing and placing the flash back in his satchel he took the first step towards High Hrothgar and Dovahfeyn.

Quite some time later Dreet-Na was towards the top of the mountain where the air was painstakingly thin, the air was freezing and his cloak was damp and covered in snow. He’d passed few on his way up, though he ignored those pilgrims he did. It seemed they were climbing down now, obviously the conditions were only going to get worse. He had paused at each of the ten etched tablets before reading the words carved into them even though he already knew them, just to be able to say it was one more piece of actual history he had touched. Glancing over the side of the mountain he spared a few moments to observe the view, but was not in the mood to appreciate the wonder and simply disregarded it as he continued upwards. Ahead of him a pair of figures came into focus as he trudged closer, one of them was holding something up and examining it – a woman by the looks of it. He assumed they were here for the same reason he was, and so he presumed they may be potential members of Dovahfeyn and took particular interest in them as he approached. She was thin and wearing leather armour with a pair of small blades at her waste, a hood obscuring her features as she stood shivering. Possibly some kind of rouge he assumed, before flicking his gaze to the man beside her. He was tall and wore what looked to him like something a noble would, clearly having cost more than a few septims. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the cold and hand long hair which matched the snow cascading around them. He would introduce himself to them inside he decided, not wanting to spend a moment longer in the cold. Moving past them without a word he gazed up at High Hrothgar, again not in the mood to be impressed he wasted little time in climbing the final few steps and pushing open the heavy wooden doors before disappearing into the warmth.

The warmth was much more pleasant than the cold and he finally felt slightly better as he removed his hood before greeting two of the old men whom he assumed were the Greybeards, as well as a woman who wore what he recognised as Akaiviri armour. Interested he assumed then that she was possible a member of the Blades, however they were supposed to have been entirely eliminated by the Thalmor.

Moving into the room to the right as he was directed Dreet-Na glanced around at the room, some kind of dining hall with a long horse-shoe shaped table in the centre. Numerous fires heated the room and there were several book-cases lining the room, a man seated at the centre of the table waiting. Dreet-Na stared at him for a few moments, examining him. He didn’t look healthy, he decided and hi eyes were a practically fiery red. His armour looked of very good make and quality if not a bit much for Dreet-Na’s tastes. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he decided that he wasn’t a man at all, perhaps once but the air of necromancy seemed to hang thick around him. He had read enough about the darkest powers to recognise such things, and so turning away from the man he began to examine the bookcases and their contents whilst he waited for any others to arrive.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Awesome thanks guys! :D

I will work on a post sometime in the very near future that'll catch me up to the others :)

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Dreet-Na

Name:
Dreet-Na

Age:
77 – Born 4E 124.

Race:
Argonian

Class:
Scholar
- Focus on mage type abilities, however his primary focus is knowledge.

Appearance:
Dreet-Na appears as most would expect of an Argonian , primarily reptilian in nature – the intricacies of his features lost to most who are not of his race. His scales were once a shimmering shade of green mixed with bright hues of black and yellow, however they have dulled with age and now he appears a dark murky green colour. The crown of his skull has a ring of short horns dominated by two large horns facing backwards, giving him a somewhat limited choice when it comes to head-gear, no helms other than those made specifically for him seeming to fit – because of this he wears no headgear other than the raised hood of his cloak. He is generally shrouded by his cloak, the fabric showing its considerable use with its somewhat tatty nature. It once was a beautiful ornate robe, however now the colours are faded and covered in dirt and grime accumulated from the many roads he has travelled. His eyes are a piercing shade of green flecked with golden-yellows, again showing his clear reptilian nature.

Personality:
Dreet-Na has a somewhat unpredictable nature, often dominated primarily by his mood. He is often stoic and moody, keeping to himself and sharing little more than a grumble with those he speaks with, often dropping generous amounts of sarcasm or disdain into the conversation. Other times, especially when he is fascinated by some piece of information or lore he is giddy and excitable, chattering away like a foolish hatchling. When intoxicated he is generally merry and care-free, even considered a joker – unless of course he is in a foul mood in which case the intoxication serves to make it much much worse.

He is fascinated by all things arcane and divine, and has what most would call an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, it is this need for information which drives him in practically every choice he makes.

Bio:
Dreet-Na was born the son of an Argonian mother who lived in a small Argonian community on the northern outskirts of the Black Marsh constantly besieged by slavers from Morrowind. His father was killed shortly after his birth and he was raised solely by his mother who was a priestess devoted to worship of the Hist. His upbringing was considered normal for an Argonian, but he never felt truly at home amongst the swamps and marshes that littered his homeland – his mind bored with the limited information he had access to, and as soon as he could he left to travel to Cyrodiil and find his way in the world. He joined a group of mages in Leyawiin, happy to lock himself away and study the numerous tomes and scrolls the group had accumulated, that was until the Thalmor invaded and destroyed the city – Dreet-Na barley managing to escape with his life with the assistance of another member of the guild. Furious at the loss of what he had come to see as his personal collection of books and scrolls he became a travelling recluse, seeking to liberate sources of knowledge wherever possible (or lacking that to learn and later record himself). It is this self-appointed task which has dominated his life. He eventually took up residence within a very sheltered and formally deserted monastery located in the northern most mountains of Hammerfell, and again everything seemed as it should be. That was until he returned one day after a long journey to recover a piece of lost lore regarding the Oblivion Crisis to discover the monastery destroyed by dragon-fire, his fellow scholars all dead and the vast collection they had gathered mostly destroyed. His life’s work once more lost he vowed to find out all he could about the returning dragons, and to if possible find the key to once more vanquishing them from this world.

Equipment:
Dreet-Na has no armour other than his robes, though he has several magic rings which grant him considerable protection to both magic and physical damage – having kept him alive on numerous occasions.

He carries an old Ayleid style dagger, unique in its appearance although it resembles an elven dagger. It is more so a last resort and kept for its historical value.

He has a satchel which never leaves his side, filled with numerous tomes and scrolls, the surviving remnants of his life’s work. It also contains a large amount of junk both valuable and otherwise – the satchel itself almost seeming to contain vastly more than you would think possible.

Other:
Dreet-Na, like most Argonians, despises Khajiits – although his reasoning is much more personal. He blames them for foolishly believing in the Aldmeri Dominion and their claim that they resolved the Void nights crisis, before allowing them to launch their attack on the empire through the northern areas of Elsweyr – placing a large portion of the blame for his original collection’s destruction on them as a race. He also is not a fan of Mer for the exact same reason.

He also smokes heavily, a habit picked up in the Alik'r desert.

Hey guys! Hope its cool to swoop in with a CS! I’ve read through all the IC and OOC and would very much like to hop in if that’s cool? :) I’m loving the characters – and I hope that Dreet-Na would fit in nicely!

A Roll of The Die

It’s all good guys, I don’t mind delays at all! Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page ;)

Hope all is better with you RyuHll, I’m familiar with the joys of illness and medication – I may end up in the same situation at times (though hopefully not for quite a while).

A Roll of The Die

She considered Nico’s offer carefully, her curiosity now thoroughly peaked. Whatever it was he wanted to talk to her about he seemed determined enough for it to be important, at least enough so that he had tracked her down like this.

“Fine” she agreed gesturing to his car “lead the way Mr Regale. I just hope this isn’t a waste of time.”

She wanted to know what on earth he was talking about, after all he had mentioned her living situation so she was starting to think this may be something worth the attention after all. That or as he said she could just leave if she didn’t like what he was saying, and now she might even be early with the short lift he was offering.

“You can drop me by the corner of Gates and 23rd” she instructed watching him and gesturing ahead as she did “so let’s here it, and you better make it good”. She placed emphasis on the word good and removed her sunglasses, letting her business-like guise drop whilst they talked.