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The Dark Age of Brythunnia

I had the same idea, Lexicon, that Claret could pass through the Heartlands. I was thinking that the king himself could brief Lady Night, and send her to the mission. After all, he's Macchiavellian. But we need Sonatina to give his/her opinion about this.

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@Lexicon That is my main concern, how to include as many characters as possible. One solution could be have two story lines, that run parallel.

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@Lexicon, @Sonatina, @Ozymandias and @ShidenBlades, I was brainstorming a rough storyline, where King Duncan sends Catherine de Aren/Claret to find Jaden Cain and either to capture or kill him, and bringing him to Lundine. Thoughts?

A Song of Ice and Fire -- Interest Check

@DeltaV I am interested, but I believe there's a small error - the year 289. The bulk of the series take place in 298-300.

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@Lexicon No problem. I don't mind if you guys and gals do some world building, as I don't have an endless supply of ideas. And yes, that sounds good, altough a little grand.

@ShidenBlades You can move Jaden to the character tab.

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@ShidenBlades I've added the following paragraph to Aedin's CS. If you could age Jaden by two years, then he would fit perfectly to the timeline. Then again, I could slightly alter the timing of Aedin's marriage if you want to play a character who is exactly 20-years-old.

"In his youth, Aedin fancied a young courtier named Luciena Cain, whose brother had been a high ranking and talented soldier in King Lewyn's army. Their relationship produced a son named Jaden, who is unaware of his background. When Aedin married Lenore of Laketown, the relationship was ended and Luciena moved to the Dragon Mountains. Aedin helped Luciena with donations to keep her silent and to provide a future for his bastard."

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@ShidenBlades Just sent you a PM.

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@Lexicon Don't worry about the lenght. I enjoyed reading that CS. I just slightly envy you, as I most often write quite short (read: simple) character sheets. And take your time, I am also still trying to write the last bits for the royal family.

@ShidenBlades I'll approve Jaden Cain. If you like, we could talk how Aedin and Luciena met and sort out the details.

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

@gcold Thanks. I meant to write and publish that a few days ago, but I wanted to alter and refine it more.

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

Felix tried to get a few moments of sleep before the attack against the Forsworn redoubt, but although he felt tired, he didn't fall asleep. The camp was stirring, and Felix just listened the voices. Ashav was talking something about magic, but Felix couldn't tell exactly what.

Felix tossed his furs away and rose up to stand, dressing in his clothes and armor. Lastly, Felix picked up his battle-axe. It felt good in his hand, and Felix knew it was something he could trust. He tucked it under his belt, and started to walk towards a fireplace. If he was going to stay awake, he could listen a few more of Helmi and Björn's jokes. They should tell those to that vinegar-pissing Dumhuvud, Felix thought. He could get something more to complain.

But they weren't at the fireplace, and the said fireplace had been reduced to glowing embers. It still gave some warmth, but Felix didn't linger to enjoy it. He wanted to move around, to keep the cold away, to ponder about his future and to think about the attack. Felix took a short walk just outside the camp, and thought how he would survive the attack. Fights are not like in the songs, I fear. He had been in a couple tavern brawls, but mostly only as a spectator or at the receiving end of a Nord's punch. One time someone even had thrown a tomato at him. And he hated tomatoes, especially rotten ones that splashed into his face.

And he had heard some tales from the grizzlier mercenaries that the fight at hand was just a small one, that there wouldn't nothing to worry about... but it was easy for them to say. Felix was as green as grass, and smelled as such.

Felix stopped for a while and listened the sounds of the world. A north wind was blowing. And... nothing else. Sure, the camp was as noisy as all of Oblivion, but the world outside of it was all quiet. The wind blew, but there were no other sounds. It's just your imagination, dear Felix, he thought all by himself. Felix turned around and started to trace his footsteps back.

Pheeeeeeewwwww, he suddenly heard and felt a brush of air next to his ear. Arrow!, a thought ran in his head. He took his axe from his belt, crouched and looked around. The night was dark, and he couldn't spot any movement. But someone was there, that was sure. He started to make his way back to the camp with a faster pace, to warn the others of the Forsworn just outside the camp.

Then Felix heard footsteps behind him. He turned, and spotted a tall man in armour, most likely looted from some caravan, nearing him fast and his sword raised, ready to swing it. Shit, was the first thought Felix had in his head. The Forsworn was just a few feet away, and swung his black sword at Felix. Moving clumsily, Felix hardly dodged the blow aimed at his head, and buried his axe with haste to the belly of his opponent. The axe struck the Forsworn's armour, just slightly scraping it. The Forsworn had corrected his aim and struck Felix with the flat of his sword, and after that strike Felix head felt hazy, and he felt how he slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing he felt was that he was being dragged somewhere.