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Leif can join up with the group on the Etherpad collab, and Rhasha'Dar and/or Sylvanis can join Sevine, if you'd like?


Sounds good to me, whose all participating on the Ehterpad? Nvm, just checked it out.

And that's fine if we have Rhasha'Dar and Sylvanis join up with Sevine (: PM or Titanpad for that one?
@MacabreFox We could. But like I said to Klomster and White, it will have to be done in good time given it has been two weeks since we were suppose get on with the meeting of succession.


We could do a timeskip, as Cold hasn't responded, and get things moving along again.
@TheDuncanMorgan Shall we do a collab? I haven't posted for Aurelia yet.
Post is up.

Leif is going to go check out those books, and Sevine is going to the hall, if anyone wants to start a collab with me for either character.
From atop the ramparts, Sevine knotched her bow as she carefully made each shot count. Leif continued to kneel beside her, curious to see if the Kamal would breach the walls defenses, but alas, they did not. Perhaps they were too big to take to the ladders. She watched in delight as reinforcements arrived to aid those still fighting below. Sevine spotted another three armored ships arriving in the bay, the feeling in the pit of her stomach made her feel apprehensive at the thought of more of those monstrous beasts arriving on the shores of Windhelm. When the docks cleared below, save for the dead, and for the wounded, Sevine looked down at Leif, and nodded with her head to leave. Roze mentioned that she was going to head inside, and Leif addressed her quietly, both of them watching as she departed.

Some of the guardsmen, and archers atop the walls, clasped her shoulder, and gave her words of encouragement, praising her for her accurate aim, and some even thanked Leif for not dying, though, he didn’t do much. The feeling of being thanked, made Sevine feel nauseous, as she felt that she hadn’t fully contributed to the battle, but felt like more of a coward for hiding upon the ramparts behind the safety of the walls. In fact, the carnage below left her feeling saddened that she had watched so many die, obliterated by the Kamal’s deadly weapons. She already heard whispers as to what those creatures were amongst those on the walls.

“The dead shouldn’t be left to a dishonourable burial, help me bring them in, unless you want to help heal the wounded.” With that, she slung her long bow over her shoulder, and ventured down the stone stairwell to the gates below. The iron gates had opened, allowing those that were wounded to be brought in, as well as the bodies of the dead.

“So many of our kinsmen gave up their lives today.” Leif quietly commented as Sevine, and him emerged on the docks, littered with the bodies of the dead, and those of the wounded. The organic matter made for a slippery going through the vast puddles of blood, as she carefully picked her way amongst those still alive, and able to move.

She came upon the body of some poor unexpecting victim, with a missing head, she couldn’t tell if the person was man or woman. Kneeling beside the corpse, Sevine looked at Leif, her eyes stinging with tears of anger, and frustration.

“Help me carry this person.” She instructed as she grabbed the arms of the corpse, while Leif grabbed the legs. Together, they lifted the corpse off the bloody cobblestone, and carried it through the gates, and down the streets of Windhelm, to the Hall of the Dead. When they reached their destination, in the graveyard outside of the Hall, those who had joined the crusade to recover the dead, had already amassed a large pile of bodies. Upon witnessing the dead, Sevine knew that too many had given their lives, for it took many warriors to slay but one Kamal. With utmost respect, and care, the two warriors laid the corpse down alongside the others.

On the way back to the gates, Sevine witnessed a man, whom she believed to be crazed, shouting that the creatures they fought against were, Kamal, or rather snow demons. She dismissed him without a thought, those that were interested would go, and investigate what they could. Continuing on, Leif, and Sevine removed more bodies from the battlefield, working in silence without speaking a word to one another. Her hands grew bloody, from moving the dead, and eventually, flecks of blood appeared on her cheeks, and upon her skin as Leif and her struggled to move the dead.

“So many have lost their lives today.” She whispered with a heavy note of sadness clinging to her words.

“We will bury them all, but we may have to dig a mass grave. There is simply too many to dig individual graves for.” Leif concurred in agreement.

Heavy footsteps led the begrudging duo back to the docks again, where they recovered what they could, as most corpses weren’t even corpses they could carry; either burned, or smashed to pieces, with nothing but organs, and chunks of human flesh remaining. The smell that was death permeated the air, and while Sevine found the work nauseating, causing her eyes to burn, and her mouth to water at the stench, nonetheless, she stuck to her task at hand. Beside her, Leif bent his head in prayer of the dead, praying for a safe journey to Sovrngarde through Talos, those that lost their lives that day were honorable men, and women, as they deserved a safe passage to into the afterlife.

Finally, as Sevine, and Leif exited from the graveyard, she glanced at her companion that strode alongside her in contemplative silence, and cleared her throat.

“Today was a strange day, no?”

“How do you mean?”

“Those…things, they weren’t normal men. Nor have I seen the likes of them before. I overheard some man shouting that they were snow demons.”

“Ah, yes. I have to say, the most peculiar thing I saw today, were the ships they came in on. I’m not certain as to how those metal ships were constructed. If I knew any better, I would have assumed that the weight of the metal plates, and those chimney-like stacks would have sank the vessels already. For as long as I have sailed upon the Sea of Ghosts, I’ve never witnessed such vessels until now. If anything, I’m more curious as to how they were constructed.”

“Mmm.” Sevine nodded in agreement, though in truth, she almost didn’t hear Leif’s words, as her thoughts led her elsewhere.

“Sevine, I’m going to go see what that shopkeeper was blabbering on about, with those books. There might be something useful I can learn from the situation at hand.” Leif stopped her in her tracks, as he grasped her shoulder firmly with one hand. Their eyes locked momentarily, before Sevine nodded once more.

“Very well, I think I’m going to head to the inn, and warm my bones up by the fire. Come find me when you’re done.”

And with that, the two separated, as Leif went in search of the shopkeeper, and Sevine headed to the inn. Her eyes were set upon the cobblestones under her foot as she walked without purpose towards the inn.
@macabrefox nothing at the moment beyond what I PM'd you long ago...you still have that running around somewhere?

All of you thanks so much. It's rough for me so I appreciate the understanding thoughts.

I'll begin work on a post tonight.


That I do. Awesome sauce, I'll get right on it.

Also @Astarael42, my condolences to you as well. I understand how rough it is, I live with my boyfriends grandparents, they're 86, and 93.
Ok guys, due to some crazy circumstances, I had to take my boyfriend to the hospital tonight and I was unable to finish my post. But I will have it up tomorrow.
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We're not burning the dead. We're hunkering down for a siege and the wood would be better used for fires and the oil would be better used for lanterns and throwing down the walls. The dead are being buried in either a mass grave, or if they have friends, are being buried by them.

@gcold@Leidenschaft
Thank you both, this clarifies a lot.

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The ocean just makes me cold, the only thing I hate more than when summer makes me hot. I kind of miss living in Vegas, just one state of perpetual heat that you honestly get used to. I never used to notice it, even, but then I moved to Washington and I end up cursing the rain and wishing for summer and then when summer comes I just wish it wouldn't be so fucking hot.


Oh yes, it was very cold indeed, the water that is! Then again, we visited now, in January, than in the summer, so no wonder it was so damned cold. I used to mainly live in the Midwest region, but now I live in the southwest, New Mexico to be exact, and I prefer it much better than the Midwest, it was always so damned humid back there! The only thing I do miss, is the trees, and the grass. But I live next to a mountain, so I get to see plenty of that when I go (:
@MacabreFox thanks for the tips


I look forward to what you come up with (:
@MacabreFox thanks very much


Hey @Catchphrase, I did notice some things in your CS, that left me wondering about a few things in regards to your character.

Why did he only choose to learn Illusion magic? Can he wield any other type of magic? If so, please list, and tell to what degree he can wield magic. Where did he study history and creatures, at the Mages Circle, or over time during his travels? Has he ever worked in other cities/kingdoms as a story-teller before being hired on by Remonnet? Why did he choose to be a story-teller? Did someone influence him in his younger years? Or did he form a habit when he was a child of telling tales? Did he also use to play tricks on kids his own age, or was this a newly formed habit when he went to the Mages Circle?

Also, where was he born? What kingdom? Who were his parents? How did his parents react to him being sent off to the Mages Circle? Did he have any siblings? What did his parents do for a living? What is his financial status now? Is he a poor man, looking to make quick coin? Or does he have access to finances in the Bank of Nyhem?

And, regarding his appearance. What is average height? What is average weight? Is he balding, or does he have a thick head of hair? What color are his eyes? His skin tone? What does his nose look like? What about his lips? Are they thin, or plump? What does his voice sound like? Deep, and husky? Thin, and squeaky? Is he a man easily noticed, or would most people not take note of him?

These are simple things to think about. I’m not asking that you include all of these in your background (though it would be nice if you did), but I believe it will help add more depth to your character.
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