Tarak had heard Surani shout. He immidiately looked upward and witnessed a dragon breathing fire for the first time in his life. His surprise changed to a look of seriousness very quickly, realizing the immidiate danger of the situation. He searched for something to hide behind should the creature try and focus on him. At best, there were the destroyed remains of High Hrothgar, but that was out of the question. Tarak would simply have to stay extremely far backward.
He primed his own spell of Conjure Familiar, conjuring a wolf; it wouldn't do much unless the dragon landed, but even then, it's impact wouldn't be very useful. He needed to learn more offensive spells if he wanted to contribute to such battles.
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BECAUSE I AM SWITCHING ACCOUNTS TO POKE, THIS ACCOUNT WILL NOW SERVE AS A MEMORIAL TO THE ONLY KING THAT MATTERS.
Ostarion, the Skeleton King "Bone is strongest where it's mended."
The victim of a longevity spell that backfired, the Skeleton King Ostarion has built an empire from the bones of his enemies. He lives only to extend his reach, for as long as he is perpetually building and adding to his domain he cannot die. The walls of his palace are formed of fired bone; the streets are paved with bones of every sort of creature and every enemy; and even the wood and other natural features of his land have been swept away and replaced with replicas formed of bone. From the Ivory Forest to Ostarion's towering Throne of Bone, nothing happens in the Empire of Bones without the full knowledge of its Skeleton King.
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I'm also interested in this, assuming there's still space.
Me too.
Except what I say doesn't matter because I haven't made an application yet.
Except what I say doesn't matter because I haven't made an application yet.
Is there any more space for this RP?
"I am Tarak Buluphont. Of House Buluphont." He paused, realizing that he would have to further explain - the house wasn't exactly well-known yet.
"We're a family of spellcasters - in Karthwasten. The original...owner...died...of illness" He slowed down on the last part of his sentence. He was aware that Ainthach was murdered, but to spread that around could result in unwanted repercussions. Tarak began to imagine the reactions of the other group members upon seeing him. The odds of being able to join were not stacked in his favour, but there was obviously something. He had managed to travel from The Reach to Ivarstead. With the help of a spellsword who died in The Rift. And he was able to use magic to an extent. By slowly practicing Alteration he believed he could become a valuable asset in almost any situation: Such as this one.
"We're a family of spellcasters - in Karthwasten. The original...owner...died...of illness" He slowed down on the last part of his sentence. He was aware that Ainthach was murdered, but to spread that around could result in unwanted repercussions. Tarak began to imagine the reactions of the other group members upon seeing him. The odds of being able to join were not stacked in his favour, but there was obviously something. He had managed to travel from The Reach to Ivarstead. With the help of a spellsword who died in The Rift. And he was able to use magic to an extent. By slowly practicing Alteration he believed he could become a valuable asset in almost any situation: Such as this one.
Tarak was pleased with the offer, but didn't show it. "That would be great." he said. "Do you know anything about Conjuration? Illusion? Alteration?" Tarak had only recently started trying Alteration - before that he had tried Restoration for a very short while. He preferred it over Restoration as it provided utility in many forms, while Restoration simply focused on Healing and fighting specifically undead. He quickly changed the subject of conversation.
Tarak pointed towards the top of the mountain again "Those people atop the mountain - the ones who you're with. They don't exactly seem like the most...tolerant of people." He continued "Not the kind of people who would let a child accompany them. Too barbaric, which is why I was following rather than asking." He thought about trying to demonstrate his magical capabilities to them. Except it wouldn't be that impressive; any novice mage could probably work at the level he was currently at.
Tarak pointed towards the top of the mountain again "Those people atop the mountain - the ones who you're with. They don't exactly seem like the most...tolerant of people." He continued "Not the kind of people who would let a child accompany them. Too barbaric, which is why I was following rather than asking." He thought about trying to demonstrate his magical capabilities to them. Except it wouldn't be that impressive; any novice mage could probably work at the level he was currently at.
Tarak had been caught. He was definitely too careless when it came to being discreet. He thought that remaining silent would eventually solve the problem. Although that would more than likely raise even more questions than answers. So he replied.
"Dangerous...eh, true. But it's necessary." He pointed to the top of the mountain, where High Hrothgar was located.
"I've been following the people up there. For...adventuring reasons. Not for dragons. But to become better at magic through experience." There was very little else to explain beyond that. Tarak had actually been unaware of where the group he was following was going at first. He simply followed them because it was the only group he could find at the time. Even then, he would have never expected anyone to have anything to do with dragons in this era. But after being witness to what had happened just prior to him being trapped under the snow, he was having second thoughts on his original idea.
"Dangerous...eh, true. But it's necessary." He pointed to the top of the mountain, where High Hrothgar was located.
"I've been following the people up there. For...adventuring reasons. Not for dragons. But to become better at magic through experience." There was very little else to explain beyond that. Tarak had actually been unaware of where the group he was following was going at first. He simply followed them because it was the only group he could find at the time. Even then, he would have never expected anyone to have anything to do with dragons in this era. But after being witness to what had happened just prior to him being trapped under the snow, he was having second thoughts on his original idea.
Having to watch the group in order to not get caught, Tarak had not fallen asleep for a long while. Just as he was finally drifting off to sleep, he was made alert by the shouts of dragons who circled the mountain. Tarak had read about dragons at one point, but had underestimated their capabilities until now. He watched in awe as the dragons engaged in battle with the Greybeards. He thought about trying to get closer, but dismissed the idea when he realised he would die almost immediately. Tarak was trying to make sense of what was being shouted, before he was covered with snow from the avalanche.
Being farther back than the group he was following, Tarak was covered in less snow; he was able to dig his way out with the use of a Bound Weapon and an extremely basic flames spell. This did not prevent him from yelling "Freedom!" - temporarily forgetting he was meant to be quiet.
Being farther back than the group he was following, Tarak was covered in less snow; he was able to dig his way out with the use of a Bound Weapon and an extremely basic flames spell. This did not prevent him from yelling "Freedom!" - temporarily forgetting he was meant to be quiet.
Tarak shivered. He had been hiding behind a nearby bush for quite some time, watching the group trek up the mountain and set camp. He was somewhat difficult to see, being short. How he was able to reach Ivarstead and follow the group without being seen was something of wonder - but that didn't matter to Tarak. He simply required a group to travel with. For now, he would simply wait, he could see that some of the group members were on watch, and making noise or using magic could result in him being noticed. For now, he would simply cast Candlelight, the ball of light was dim and flickered, as Tarak had very little practice in the Alteration school. Despite this, there was just enough light to see anything before it got to a moderate distance to him.
Luckily, Tarak had managed to buy a loaf of bread from Ivarstead's inn prior to following the group. As long as he wasn't greedy, it would last for quite a while. However, they never sold anything drinkable other than Mead and Wine - both of which he hated. If he was lucky, he might be able to steal water from the group if they couldn't co-ordinate the watch properly. Assuming they had any supplies at all.
He would probably repay anything he took. Probably.
Luckily, Tarak had managed to buy a loaf of bread from Ivarstead's inn prior to following the group. As long as he wasn't greedy, it would last for quite a while. However, they never sold anything drinkable other than Mead and Wine - both of which he hated. If he was lucky, he might be able to steal water from the group if they couldn't co-ordinate the watch properly. Assuming they had any supplies at all.
He would probably repay anything he took. Probably.
Variety.
I swear.
I swear.
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