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Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Dreet-Na listened carefully as their captive responded, his slight grin fading and being replaced with his usual scowl as she denied his allegations, her words mixed with a combination of anger and sorrow. "You have no proof otherwise.." she finished with an innocent look across her features as she turned back to face him. “Hah!” barked the argonian before he turned and stalked away slightly. Wrong indeed, he thought to himself. He thought hard about what he had read before, his mind fixating on one particular text ‘The Falmer: A Study’ which seemed to confirm that which this woman was speaking of about the snow elves becoming those wretched creatures that lurked in the deep. It seemed either she was also familiar with old texts, or that she knew an awful lot about something she claimed not to be. His thoughts turned then to ‘The Fall of the Snow Prince’, another text amongst others that he had once spent many days pouring over. No, he was sure of what she was, even if she wouldn’t admit it – he had read enough first and second hand accounts to know exactly what she was. Dreet-Na shrugged and turning back to her replied “It matters not if you are an Altmer or a Falmer, a Nord or an Orc – you will not prevent us from completing our mission, whatever your true intent is”. He shot her another glare before he gestured to Rawlith begrudgingly and said “The Khajiit seems to think you’re harmless enough, I suppose I’m inclined to agree”. Directing his words at the others he said “I see no reason to keep her bound like this. She has no weapons at the moment and we have Valerion if she decides to attack again. What threat is a Fal… I mean Altmer when we have Dragons to concern ourselves with”. His final words were laced slightly with sarcasm as he referred to her as an Altmer. With that Dreet-Na sat beside the camp fire and took out his book, this time scrawling rapidly before he began to attempt to capture a likeness of their captive under the heading ‘Snow Elf’.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Working on a post now. Nah I'm fairly certain he is still up there :) You could always run into one of the companions who is no longer with us. Either way works of course. Also will be very interesting to see what happens when he joins. Dreet-Na hates the Dominion for destroying his collection of books and scrolls and things.

Firearms Discussion and Whatnot

Wow - thanks for that info, always very interesting. Id guess it's also one of those things, since everyone practically has guns, you want a gun in case right? (Like the story's about having to do a sweep of your house with a shotgun is just crazy for me!) Ah I didn't consider the second amendment - the right to bear arms. See I think I'm quite fortunate to not have the availability of those kind of things - I was a very unstable child and it might not have gone so well one way or another, at least I don't think i'd still be around. I guess on one side it shows a huge amount of 'national maturity' in a way. I think if the UK had that kind of access it wouldn't go well at all - but I suppose that'd lead on to the kind of debates we are avoiding.

The Last City

Tor sat with a faint smile resting upon his features as he listened and watched his men around him enjoying themselves, the many dancers and escorts flitting around as another large cask of Tillian Ale was brought into the room – raising cheers and whoops from many of his men as they raised their mugs to the air to once more toast their previous successes. The free city of Tillian had fallen, as all the others like it had, meaning this was likely one of the last times any of them would be able to drink the renowned beverage. A large behemoth of a man was the first to fill his mug before turning and raising it into the air. He waited as a hush quickly fell upon the room as all eyes turned to him, his bald head and bushy beard were quite the sight when combined with his rippling muscles and huge form. Surveying his comrades-in-arms slowly and deliberately he waited for a few more moments before he shouted “To Balith!” to which there was a multitude of agreeing cheers as he continued “To the company of the Bloody Hand! To the gold of Antioch! And to the fine women of this city!” As the cheers continued the large man walked over to Tor before he set the mug before him and with a hearty pat on the back said “Drink up my captain, for once you should relax. Pick a pretty little thing and let her do unspeakable things to you!” Tor shook his head fondly as he responded “Davos my friend, you know for me this is a relaxing evening. Besides that I’m still recovering from our session last night, I don’t know how you can drink so bloody much. Besides Vanir feels uneasy, and you remember what happened the last time we ignored his advice”. The large man’s expression dropped as Tor’s dark emerald eyes bored into him for a moment and his thoughts turned back to the day that Grayston had been killed. “Pah, I’d like to see something threaten us here!” he said boastfully as he gestured around “Not only is the entire company spread throughout the city, but that old coot Darrius Mahakam has his dogs on watch, as well as the countless spell-slingers that are watching over us. What could possibly happen?” “I suppose you may be right…” said Tor slowly though unconvinced. “I suppose I should be trying to find either the Day or Night Master again tonight. They’ve proven most elusive thus far – I’m starting to think they may be avoiding me you know”. Davos grinned and nudged him as he said “You know I hear they are both quite the lookers. I wouldn’t mind having either of them day or night – or both!”. Tor rolled his eyes as Davos continued “and I hear that Athel can drink most men under the table to boot! Now that I would love to see. Oh! And she is apparently unspoiled by the ravages of a man if you can you believe that? I don’t mind telling you that some of the men have already put some coin towards this bet – apparently they think you will be the first one to fu-…” “Shh!” interrupted Tor suddenly. “But I was only…” remarked Davos with a bashful grin on his face. Standing, the look of relaxation now completely gone from his face Tor commanded “All of you, silence now!”. Suddenly the atmosphere changed as each and every man fell silent, the numerous half naked courtesans looking around with confused expressions at the sudden change in the atmosphere. Tor listened intently as he heard the sounds again. The unmistakable sounds of panic, slaughter and death reached his ears. “Men to arms!” he bellowed as he sprinted towards the exit “Davos, gather Vanir and his men now! Tell them to find me, I’m going to find out what the hell is going on out there!” In an instant the barracks were a flurry of activity as men rushed back and forth trying to gather their weapons and armour, whores and dancers alike stumbled around as they were involuntarily pushed out of the way. With his bow in hand Tor burst into the streets where the sounds of panic became suddenly more audible as people rushed back and forth, the sounds of distant combat and the crackling of fire spreading through the streets. Grabbing the first man who fled past by the scruff of his neck Tor shouted “What is it? What is happening?” Terror gripped the man as he gazed into the hard face of the mercenary as he stuttered “W-w-we are under attack… so much blood! So much!” before he broke free and continued to flee. Tor then noticed that the man was covered in blood and gore, his own hands now thick with it just from his touch. Tor continued to push his way through the crowds, many people all fleeing in the opposite direction to him making it quite difficult as they were almost frenzied with fear. Rounding the next corner he came into sight of the large gatehouse that protected the inner city, the square before it filled with chaos and destruction. Several dark hooded figures were in the square, some of them launching flames from their arms into the surrounding buildings and gate, others slaughtering every person they could reach with a combination of savage magic and deadly blades. Blood already was running thick in the streets and corpses were beginning to pile up. He watched as one of the attackers chanted and directed dark plumes of energy into the bodies which were then reanimating before begging to carve their own paths of death through the helpless inhabitants of the city. Gritting his teeth Tor watched in horror as a mother and child fled from one of the flaming buildings only to be cut down by one of the undead abominations as they ran. Reaching into his quiver he pulled out one of the five arrows that Vanir had prepared for him in case of such situations – the majority of his arrows carrying no enchantments of any kind. Exhaling slowly he drew it back and fired, the shaft hurtling at staggering speeds through the air before it pierced the skull of the necromancer who had been resurrecting corpses – sending his body crashing to the ground. At that moment each of the attackers turned from what they were doing and fixed their collective gaze upon him. Wasting little time Tor fired each of his four remaining arrows in the flash of an eye, four of the necromancers crashing to the ground dead as each found their mark and pierced through their protective wards. The remaining necromancers sprang into action, the closest to him flinging a barrage of dark flames directly at him. Feeling the heat scorching at him Tor dove to the side, the majority of the fire missing him as his cloak started to smoulder from the intensity of the heat. As he started to stand one of the undead husks was upon him, its lifeless eyes glaring at him as it lunged forwards with its gaping maw. Rolling onto his back Tor aimed a swift kick at the creatures knee, a sickening snapping sound resonating as his foot found its mark and the thing toppled over. Springing up Tor pulled his sword free as more continued to swarm him, one of the remaining necromancers now staring intently at him as he chanted and sang in the strange language of magic. Tor cleft left and right as he tried to cut himself free of the numerous grappling hands of the dead, however it seemed there were too many of them and he would not be able to reach the spell-caster in time. At the moment the necromancer was about to complete whatever vile spell he had been planning there was a yell from behind Tor as someone shouted “Loose!” A small but accurate volley of arrows soared over Tor, catching the necromancer with several of them. The man shrieked as he collapsed – the numerous arrows obviously being enough to overwhelm any wards he may have had. Glancing behind him Tor was glad to see Davos with several of his men rushing forwards from the side-streets. The giant of a man charged forwards bellowing like a bull as he swung his great-axe with ease, quickly clearing the way for Tor to fall back as several more of his troops charged forwards with their blades drawn ready to defend their leader to the death. “Where the fuck is Vanir?” shouted Tor above the chaos. Davos simply shrugged and replied “We couldn’t find him, looks like it’s just us and cold hard steel tonight”. “What about the bloody city guard, shouldn’t they be here?” he asked again, dismayed that so far his men seemed to be alone combatting whoever these freaks were. Davos again shrugged as he prepared to charge himself back into the fray, adding only “I think these things are all over the city”. Tor sighed before he turned his gaze back to the square and he started to bark orders left and right to his men as they rallied at his side. “Time to earn our keep boys!” he yelled as they sprinted forwards.

To the West

I agree - I'm happy with that to the degree described by invariable.

The Last City

Awesome post! I'm writing up mine now! Tor and his men will be drinking in their barracks before the chaos begins before heading out into the streets. Very much looking forwards to the characters together now :3 hopfully not to much longer till I'm done.

Hello.

In my experience the GM sets the rules to an RP - and that is that. If people don't like it they stay away. I didn't even know what a GURP was until I googled it just now - so that shouldn't be a problem for you. Maybe some use that in the tabletop area I'm not sure.

Hello.

I've been here for about five years at a guess now, and despite a few 'blips' this is definitely the site. I think you will find lucky number 7 has it - welcome and I hope you find what you are looking for.

Firearms Discussion and Whatnot

UK person here. I can’t believe guns are so cheap! Can’t say I’ve ever had an interest or looked into in any way, so it’s my own ignorance that leads me to be so shocked – but I assumed they’d actually cost more than say a decent wild night out... But from seeing the prices you're throwing around I’m no longer quite so shocked that everyone seems to own at least seven or eight of them! Again naivety here, but just how easy are they to get? I’d assume that there are very strict checks involved and only a squeaky clean person without any criminal background or mental issues could get one, and even then it’d take a long time? Here the checks usually include interviews, visits to the person’s property, criminal records checks and references from friends. In addition, the applicant’s GP is usually contacted before its even considered. You also have to prove that you actually require your firearm on a regular, legitimate basis for work, sport or leisure. I’m guessing it’s not quite like that?