MacabreFox

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Foolish Actions Are Made

Less than an hour had passed after Sevine had left Rhasha'Dar to speak with Sylvanis, and catch up on what had happened to her during the course of the battle. During this time, she winded through the streets of Windhelm, aimlessly meandering along, taking in the sights to see, as if this was the last time she would see the ancient stone city. Her mind wandered back to when she first traveled to Windhelm to join the Stormcloak's, it seemed so long ago, but in fact, barely a year or two had passed since the end of the war. Her thoughts drifted over everything she had seen, everything she had gone through. She found that her feet had stopped moving, as she leaned against the wall of a house, staring blankly at the cobblestone beneath her.

There was an incident that constantly played in her mind, the incident when she almost died, when an Imperial soldier had struck her down with a blow so hard, it lift her immobile, writhing in pain. He spat on her, kicked her around, put his boot on her trachea, and tried to kill her. When she passed out, and came to later, Sevine awoke to Leif sewing up a laceration in her leg, as he smothered a poultice over it to prevent the infection. She laid in the camp tent for three days before she could walk again, and the entire time, she thought only about tracking down that Imperial, and killing him. His blade had poison that made her weak, feverish, and caused maddening hallucinations that still haunted her dreams to this day. Even her dreams were consumed with hunting him down like the deer she had hinted in the backwoods of Falkreath, while she lay on the cot recuperating.

The din of battle, or at least that's what she presumed she heard, brought her out of her reflection. She looked up in confusion as her ears made sense of the noise she heard. Shouting from the Stone Quarter, with the sound of glass breaking forced her into a sprint. What in Oblivion was happening? As she rounded the corner into the Quarter, Sevine was met with the tail end of a mob, swarming with angry Argonian's, demanding to be let out. Several mercenaries had gathered at the front of the mob to hold them back, she could see Jorwen at the front from his distinctive red-beard, and his height alone.

"You can't leave you ignorant fools!" Sevine shouted, as she grabbed two unsuspecting Argonian's by the collars of their tunics, and yanked them back, and tossed them to the ground, drawing the attention of several others.

"We'll do as we please you Nordic whore!" Growled one of the Argonian's as he brandished a short-spear, aiming to run her through.

For Sevine, the only logical thing to do was run. So she conjured up a thick ball of phlegm in the back of her throat, and hawked it on the spear-wielding lizard. "I'd wager you couldn't catch me, if you wanted to you fat, smelly lizard!" She taunted. Typically, Sevine avoided confrontation, and she avoided racial slurs, or insults, as she had no problem with any Man, Mer or Beast. When the blob of phlegm struck the Argonian, Sevine took off down the street she had wandered along, racing as far away as she could. Behind her, chased four angry Agronian's eager to spill blood, and who better to take it out on than a fiesty Nord woman, like those that had taunted them, and kept them on the docks, judging them by their appearance and not who they were as individuals.

Two with spears, another with a makeshift club, and the fourth with a short sword rushed her, more than eager to capture her, and do ungodly things to her. But Sevine had other things in mind, as to how to deal with them. Her feet moved fast, and nimble as she darted along the cobblestone, she turned a corner and spotted several barrels. Ducking behind the barrels, Sevine waited for her pursuers to round the corner. Sure enough, when they did, too blind with anger to see her, she shoved the barrels into their paths, thankfully the barrels she hid behind were empty. The fore runners of the group went down immediately, flying head over heels as they landed hard upon the stones. The other two that lagged behind weren't caught off guard, giving Sevine the reason to take off running again. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her, while the two Argonian's behind her jeered insults.

"Wait till we catch you, and skin you alive!" One said.

The cold, damp mist that pervaded the air, alluded to the oncoming rain that the sky promised to release. Her fingers froze, and her toes in her boots felt numb from the piercing chill, and dampness. Ragged breaths procured white vapors that whisked out of her mouth as she ran headlong. She headed down a back alley into the Grey Quarter, and when she rounded a corner, Sevine felt a burning sensation as she turned her head to see one of the Argonian's spears clatter to the ground. She gritted her teeth as her leg gave out, and she rolled to the ground. As the spear thrower went to fetch his fallen weapon, the club wielding lizard advanced on her. She tried to push herself to her feet quickly, but he quicker. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and held it tight, forcing her to look up into his stoic red eyes.

"Didn't get that far now did you?" He snarled, his breath smelt of ale, and fish. He raised his club to strike her down when her free hand darted to her hip, retrieving her steel dagger, and drove into his forcep that held his club. Howling in pain, he let go of his hold on her hair, and threw her to the side to deal with the dagger embedded in his arm. As she rolled away, the spear wielded had retrieved his weapon, and aimed to kill. Just as he thrust his spear downwards, Sevine grabbed the shaft with her hands, as she struggled to wrestle it away from her heart. Grunting and groaning with gritted teeth, the two struggled to overcome the other, one eager to kill, the other only desiring to live. With a boot to the groin, Sevine manage to knock the spear holder aside. She leapt to her feet, and darted away.

She couldn't tell how bad the wound in her leg was, for it burned like molten iron, and she could feel something wet trickle into her boot, she assumed it was blood. Sevine made her way to the graveyard, taking the back way into the Stone Quarter, hoping to rejoin Jorwen to give aid. As she turned the corner, Sevine was forced into a painful limp. She spotted the throng of mercenaries working to dispel the angry lizard-folk, and found Jorwen amongst them, working alongside a Khajiit, from the back she thought it was Rhasha'Dar.

"Jorwen! Rhasha!" She called out to them, making her forward. The crowds had thinned out, not wanting to deal with a group of well-trained guards and mercenaries.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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>Obligatory "Wants the D(for Do'Karth)" joke

@Frizan

Oh my god you guys xD I leave you alone for less than a day, and this happens! Though I really needed this laugh.

@Dervish@Leidenschaft
A three way in the literary sense may just work for Karth and Jorwen. Lemme get my post up for Sevine, I can combine it all in a post that I had in mind.

Also, Frizan and the Fox, feel free to hit me up about that collab with Papa Red-Bear if I don't do it first.

@Leidenschaft

I'd like to get that underway here soon.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I'll be working on a post for Sevine here shortly, it should be up tonight, or tomorrow.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@MacabreFox

Posted for you, my dear. :) A pleasure working with you, as always.

Going to wait a bit before getting my Rhasha and Roze solo posts up. :)

@MiddleEarthRoze

Aww thank you milady :3

tl;dr Sevine really, REALLY likes Rhasha's hair

@Frizan

Yis, yis she does. It's a new concept to her, like think of it as the opportunity to closely examine an Argonian's scales, except with a Khajiits mane.

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@MiddleEarthRoze

XD not like that!! It's more like Sevine becoming a crazy cat lady. Who knows maybe her future career is running a Khajiit brothel? Although I can see where everyone would get that idea of furries x3

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Roze and I have finished our collab, but I'm going to let her post it, as I intend to get a post for Sevine up right after. This post takes an hour or two before the riot, fyi.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

Information regarding Raeldar has been available in the Reference Sheet.

Formaroth {Battle for the Throne} Reference Sheet

Raeldar ~ Cultural Information

Located in the southern most region of Formaroth, Raeldar is a mountainous swath of land. With mild summers, harsh winters, and thick coniferous forests, filled with elk, bears, wild-cats, and the occasional badger, Raeldar is not an easy place to live. In the northern region of the kingdom, Raeldar has gentle rolling hills, and great forests that stretch for miles, with immense mountain ranges in the south. A majority of the civilians live in the northern area, as it is easier to raise crops, herd sheep, and build a house on flatter land. However, in the southern region of Raeldar, there are a numerous amount of civilians that live in remote villages with the foothills of the mountains. Such is a place that Aurelia Vyncetta was born and raised {current High Magister}. From the snow-capped mountains, crystalline rivers flow through deep ravines before making it out to sea. This is the only place in Formaroth where the rivers run north instead of south; the reason for this is due to the elevation of the mountains in the south, that the land going north is at a lower elevation. There are also pockets of lakes that yield a wide variety of fish.

Another thing to note about Raeldar is its archaic ways, and teachings. Most people in Formaroth would consider Raeldar to be very backwards in its thinking, as they tend to raise their people with traditional ways.

Local Foods

Roasted Pork Belly ~ A favorite dish served year round, or when pork is available, it is usually served with sauerkraut, and boiled potatoes.

Meat Cakes ~ These are rough, large cakes of ground beef, seasoned onion, garlic, and salt.

Baked Duck ~ A duck is placed in a fire brick oven, inside a cast-iron dish. The duck is seasoned with the atypical seasonings, such as onion, garlic, and salt, but also includes, thyme, and dill. Potatoes, onions and cabbage are cooked in the dish as well. This meal is normally accompanied with freshly baked bread, such as rye bread.

Fish ~ Either smoked, or fried, fish is very popular to eat as it is readily abundant. With many choices to choose from, a few favorite choices are those of salmon, pike, perch, and herring. It is normally served with lemons, which are harvested in the summer time before the frost comes. Pepper is a favorite seasoning to have on smoked fish as well.

Mead ~ Raeldar is known worldly for their mead. They have many different types of mead, some spiced, some with a fruity flavor, these meads are typically high in alcohol content, and will put anyone under a table if they are not a heavy drinker, or an alcoholic.

Customs

Midsummer Festival ~ Starting on the Summer Solstice, a day of festivities lasts until the following sunrise. The day consists of mead drinking contests, dancing that last throughout the day and well into the night (much like Valentine’s Day, this is the time when unmarried men, and women come together to dance in hopes of finding a partner.), children often dance around a large pole erected in the center of the festival, with ribbons fastened to the top. At the end of the night, there is a large bonfire to commemorate the end of midsummer. Everyone present stays around the bonfire until it dies out, and remains until the sun rises. They often toss items into the bonfire to bring them good luck, such as love letters, coins to bring good fortune, a cupful of blood from a particular livestock (such as pig, cow, sheep, oxen, etc.) to bring more births into the year; farmers often save a portion of last year’s harvest to toss into the fire to bring about a plentiful harvest.

The Great Hunt ~ Every month, a group of noblemen, and commoners gather in various towns, and villages to set out on a weeklong hunt. Their purpose is to find the finest specimen, be it deer, elk, or bear. At the end of the week, the hunters come back to town, where special game wardens await the return of the hunters, and they record information pertaining to size, height, weight, species, bodily measurements, gender, and the rarity of such a find. When the information has been collected, the game wardens assess the kills, and give out a large sum of money to the victor.

Sauna Bathing ~ For those that live in Raeldar, during the cold winter months, the people bathe in sweat lodges, built next to a water source. As it would seem odd to other people of Formaroth, the citizens of Raeldar bathe together, even with strangers. When they are finished soaking in the sweat lodges, they run outside and jump into cool springs, lakes or rivers. If someone is invited to join another person in a sauna, it is seen as impolite to decline their offer, and considered offensive and rude.

Clothes

Nobles

As always with the nobles of any kingdom in Formaroth, the noble class are richly dressed in comparison with the lower classes. Here, men keep their hair kept short, to the jawline, or cropped like a Caesarean cut, as they see long, loose hair, to be dirty and grounds for lice infestations. Men of the upper class dress in doublets, or leather jerkins. In the warmer months, they trade in their winter leather trousers for hose. The men of noble family’s wear necklaces bearing the male head-of-house insignia, along with eloquently designed signet rings. Men prefer to wear tall leather boots year round, for not only is it fashionable, it is relatively comfortable, and it is easy to distinguish them from the lower classes. The women on the other hand, while equally dressed in high quality fabrics, differentiate from the lower-classes as well. They wear their hair in ringlets, loose curls, or hairstyles where their hair is piled high upon their head in intricate braids, plaits, or covered with jeweled, or pearled coifs. Women often wear elaborate dresses consisting of silk shifts, a cotton dress, tight bodices with a corset to hold it in place, and a fashionable, patterned surcoat. They wear silk hosiery under their dresses, with silken slippers too match. Most women do not venture far outside of their abodes for they are busy with learning how to better domesticate their homes for a possible suitor, although this is not limited to these skills, as the more liberal women take it upon themselves to further education in different areas. During the winter months, men and women alike wear heavier clothes made of the finest quality of wool to be found in Raeldar. It is often as well, that they wear fur cloaks, the preferred choice of fur varies from family to family, but the popular choices are bear, elk, deer, and the occasional, wolf or fox (though these are often more than one piece sewn together due to their smaller size.).

Middle-Class

For the somewhat better off in Raeldar, they are able to afford higher quality wool in the winter time, and during the summer time, they wear clothes made of fine cotton. As with all of the middle-class throughout Formaroth, they can be found wearing the occasional piece of jewelry, such as a copper ring, or corded pendant. Their style of dress is relatively similar to the peasant folk, but of course the sole difference between these two classes, is the higher quality of fabrics used in their clothes. Men still wear their hair long and free, although some choose to keep it tied back with a leather cord. The women wear their hair in more elaborate braids and plaits, with occasional bonnet, scarf or some type of headdress worn for the married women.

Peasants

The peasant folk of Raeldar dress in simple, wool clothes. Most families in Raeldar own sheep, as it is an essential commodity for providing clothes, and blankets during the chill of the cold winter months. Men wear long tunics that fall to their knees, and women wear simple dresses with aprons over them. They were simple leather shoes. In the winter-time, clothing is typically the same, although they dress in layers. The women are particularly good at knitting, and provide their household with thick mittens to keep out the cold air. Also, during the winter, the men and women switch to leather boots stuff with sawdust, or shorn wool to keep their feet from freezing, along with thick wool cloaks to keep out the fierce, biting wind. Most men wear their hair long and loose, while the women keep their hair up in braids.

Legends

The Hunter and The Wolf

Many people in Raeldar are hunters by nature, on one such occasion, during the early eras of Formaroth, a strange occurene happened to a man by the name of Hemli. He was a hermit, and lived deep in the coniferous forests before the mountain foothills. The locals knew of him, though many avoided him, for they felt he was a strange man; this was not the case. His wife, and son had passed away from hayfever when Hemli first married her years ago. He spent his time ever since, wandering the deep pine forests. One day, in the woods, Hemli came across a curious scene. Before him, caught in a trap, lay an injured wolf. The creature was splendid, with a brilliant coat of white fur, and vivid, golden eyes. It lifted its head, and uttered a soft whimper. Hemli could not bear to see the wolf die in the iron bear-trap, and without thinking, freed the wolf. Struggling to its feet, the wolf could not make an escape, and collapsed exhausted on the ground. Approaching with care, Hemli lifted the wolf off the ground, as it offered no sign of struggle, and carried it back to his cabin.

For two weeks, Hemli cared for the white wolf. Its paw was mangled from the teeth of the trap, and left a horrible gash, along with a broken bone. To prevent infection, Hemli used a poultice to heal the wound, and prepared clean bandages every morning, and night. When the wound had healed over, the bone remained broken. There, Hemli fixed a wooden splint for the wolf, who had curiously let him tend to his wounds without fuss. Throughout the nights that the wolf remained in his cabin, Hemli would leave every mid-morning to go for a hunt, catching grouse, squirrel or rabbit. When he returned, he would prepare a meal for the wolf to eat, which the creature ate readily.
When the time came to return the wolf to the forest, Hemli carried the beautiful creature back to the spot where he had found it, unsure of where its den lay. As he set the wolf down, and turned to go, the wolf gave a short bark, drawing his attention back to him.

“Dear Hunter, you have cared for me like your own child.” The wolf spoke.
Hemli was equally surprised to learn that the wolf could speak at all, and stared with his mouth agape.

“Fear not, for I am the Guardian of the Forest. I presented myself to you, in hopes of seeing if you would pass a test, and pass it you did. You have shown me great care while I was injured, like I was one of your own. I have known you for a long time, Hemli. I know of your sadness, for I hear it in your footsteps wherever you walk through my forest. I wish to offer you a gift of your choosing, whatever it is, I will grant it.”
Hemli dropped to his knees, overwhelmed that the wolf was the guardian of the forest, and even more so that the wolf wanted to reward him for his kind behavior. He cast his eyes before him, upon the decaying leaves of the forest floor. He could have anything he wanted, wealth, fame, a woman to love, anything his heart desired. Lifting his head to look into the gold eyes of the wolf, Hemli gave one answer.

“I wish for immortality.”

“Then so be it.” The wolf approached the fallen man, and placed his paws upon his bent knees, there the wolf touched his muzzle to Hemli’s forehead. A mist encompassed the two of them, before the wolf stepped away, and sat on its haunches.

“I have combined my soul with yours. Together, we are bound for all of eternity. I am bound to this land, and you may not leave here ever again, to travel to distant places. You can only die, if I die, Hemli. You, and I are the guardians of this forest now, we shall walk together for years to come, and you shall never be alone anymore.”

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

For the rest of you, @TheDuncanMorgan and I have begun a collab, so I would expect that early sometime next week hopefully.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@MacabreFox Ball's in your court again.

@gcold

I'll get right to it!

@MacabreFox

AHHHH IM SORRY SENPAI

I had some coursework to finish off before I made myself go insane or something. But, it's all finished and handed in, so I'm good to go! :D

@MiddleEarthRoze

Senpai shall forgiveth you.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

To everyone,

This may sound odd, but i am going to drop from this rp. I have decided that my life is not worth it. So i drop out of every rp, and i am going to jump in front of a train.

I just want to no let something hear, sorry

@twannyman

I hope this is in pure jest, as making fun of death, and suicide is no matter to be taken lightly, and for your own mental health, I hope you find the help you need. I'm sorry to hear that you're dropping from this roleplay, I was looking forward to your character sheet edits.