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Swords & Septims: Adventures in Tamriel (The Elder Scrolls)

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Swords & Septims: Adventures in Tamriel (The Elder Scrolls)

‘’I suppose you’re right about the route,’’ Balen replied to Sibassius, considering the barrow’s remote location. He guessed that whoever built this tomb did not want their dead disturbed by any means. Which was understandable – he himself did not want his corpse to be used as some experiment or undead sex slave. ‘’And yes, the dead usually keep to themselves.’’ He remembered trying to place his father’s ashes and skull in a proper place, while getting berated by his ancestors all the while. ‘’That’s not a pedestal, you s’wit, that’s my damned third son!’’ His great-great-grandfather was a very loud and rude man, despite being dead for the last few hundred years, and having lived as a priest of the High Fane. At least he had the courtesy to keep the Tomb Guardians off Balen’s hide. Nonetheless, it was not a very pleasant experience, and Balen did not think that today, going into a tomb of Nords who hated the guts of his race in life, and probably still do so in the afterlife, would be easy.

‘’Quiet at night, too,’’ a voice spoke, and Balen instinctively looked up at the spot where the voice originated. Managing to keep his startled mind in check, he saw the Bosmer, Ungimros, on the branches. ‘’I shouldn’t be surprised that the Bosmer came here first,’’ Balen thought to himself. The damn creatures were swift, like their distant relatives, the Khajiit. Before he could greet him, however, a light appeared, and following it, a voice echoed through the woods, and the Bosmer answered the question, somewhat vaguely. A few moments later, Merci appeared, walking out of the fog. ‘’Hello Merci, Ungimros,’’ Balen said, for the sake of courtesy. ‘’How was the walk?’’ Before he could get an answer, however, the other Breton, Elayne, walked out of the woods into the clearing, and before saying anything, started examining the dusty inscriptions around the gate. Balen gazed a questioning stare at her, before turning to Sibassius with the same look, not wishing to break the silence.

The Breton herself seemed to have enough of the quiet, though, and decided to break it with a somewhat dull greeting. She seemed to be more interested in the tomb compared to her companions, a behavior that could lead to bad assumptions about her. People of knowledge were always seen as somewhat of a burden in expeditions such as this, and Balen knew well that giving off the impression of an absent-minded, aloof and uncaring scholar was not good. Elayne finished the examination after a few moments, and fortunately for herself started to talk. "Have any of you any experience with tombs of this type? I visited one much farther to the North once upon a time. Worked there for a little under a month, with some others from the College. My superiors had already cleared the ruin of Draugr and such, of course, so I'm afraid that whatever it is we face in there I'll have only read about. It is best to use fire, yes?" Balen turned his face back at Elayne. ‘’Well, Nords can shrug the coldest temperature, so I assume that ice magic is out of the equation. And Bernadette Bantien’s account does claim that fire is a good repellent. What I’m afraid of, however, is the possibility of a Dragon Priest residing in there. Most of the Draugr roam still to keep worshipping beyond death,’’ Balen said, and continued, ‘’And we’ve all heard stories of the powers of their tongue.’’

Swords & Septims: Adventures in Tamriel (The Elder Scrolls)

There goes.

Swords & Septims: Adventures in Tamriel (The Elder Scrolls)

''I really should stop smoking before sleeping,'' Balen thought to himself as he slowly carved a path for himself through the woods while trying to keep his hat from getting stuck in stray branches. He preferred the scenic route to the roads, as the view was more preferable in his opinion, and most bandits preyed on the road instead of the forest. Balen had put on his armor under his robe nonetheless, and was confident that he could take down one bandit or two, but he knew better than to try his luck with fighting. After all, there were people more suited for that job.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, Balen finally got infuriated with his hat clinging onto foliage, and pulled it off. He looked like a priest with the thing on anyway, and plus, it was foggy and cloudy as Coldharbor. The sun wouldn’t be searing his scalp anytime soon. Exposing his head to the cold refreshed him and shook him a bit, which gave him newfound energy to move faster.

Balen kept moving quickly, only stopping on occasion to take a deep breath, and feel the long-reaching breeze of Lake Ilinalta. He did not understand why the people of the hold preferred to avoid the lake. There was a rumor that an Imperial Fort was swallowed by the lake, but Balen hadn’t found any traces of a fort when he had gone swimming in it a few days ago. The only bone chilling thing about the lake was the temperature of the water.

Balen slowed down his pace as the ground started to slope downwards, and started holding onto the branches for a more secure footing. The fog was thick around these parts, and he did not want to slip on a cluster of dead leaves, or accidentally step on a broken branch. He guessed that he was closer now, considering how the tree line was getting thinner, and tried to move a bit more silently, and try to cover his towering figure, in case of danger waiting for him at his destination. But unfortunately for him, there was a small piece of twig half covered in the soil, waiting for someone to crack it with a step. And Balen was the lucky candidate.

He raised his head, and saw the armored figure waiting by a door. Before Balen could instinctively draw his 'dagger', however, the figure chuckled and started speaking, with a masculine voice further deepened thanks to the helmet.

''Oh, it’s you. How was your journey?''

Balen stopped, somewhat relieved. ''Sibassius?'' He asked, and his eyes answered his question after glancing at his oddly shaped shield. ''It’s nice to see you again. The road was uneventful. I was afraid of being late – I took the scenic route, you see.'' Balen looked around, but could not see anyone else. ''I guess I’m not, however. Got anything to say about the place?''

Swords & Septims: Adventures in Tamriel (The Elder Scrolls)

Oh boy, here we go.

Swords & Septims: Adventures in Tamriel (The Elder Scrolls)

Balen Oril

Name: Balen Oril

Age: 50

Gender: Male

Race: Dunmer

Appearance: Balen is a Dunmer of tall stature, almost as tall as an Altmer, and similarly wiry and long-limbed, though nonetheless he possesses the sinewy physique and rugged complexion of his kin. He is, like most other Dunmer, ashen skinned, and red eyed, both his sclera and pupil blood red. Aside from his lanky physique, another defining trait of Balen is that his eyes are incredibly large, a trait further accentuated by his receding hairline and large brow. Thanks to this and his weak chin and gaunt face, his upper head looks much larger than normal. He sports a rather large mustache that people have likened to a pair of scimitars hanging down from his upper lip.

Balen prefers simple and practical clothing. His common attire consists of a grayish-blue waterproof broadcloth robe, that’s probably one size too large (maybe two) over a quilted vest, with a pale burgundy shirt underneath, tucked well into his baggy grey pants, which are also tucked into his knee-high leather boots. In hotter climates, he ditches most of the clothing entirely and wears only the robe, breeches that end at the knee joint and leather moccasins. He covers his head with a wide brimmed hat.

Personality: Balen is a rather still person. He’s not dull or dense – he simply believes that he does not have much to share with most of the people around him, so he keeps quiet and does not try to be a sore thumb. He’s not oozing with calmness, but rather, he’s just contemplative. This does not mean that he tries to get along with everyone, however. As opposed to trying to be on good terms with everyone, Balen simply prefers keeping quiet and picking his words, and the people he speaks to. Balen is a man of simple pleasures and rarely complains, making him a useful companion, though he can be hard to get used to. He wonders the secrets of creation and reality, and enjoys speaking about such matters, preferring the company of mages despite not having much skill or interest on the practical applications of magic. It’s easy to confuse him for a man of peace. This is wrong – he’s simply a considerate and practical person. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, though he’d much rather prefer that they’d stay clean.

History: Balen has led a rather interesting life and picked up many professions throughout, and somehow managed to avoid life-threatening danger through most of it as well.

Born in Blacklight, in a foggy Middas of the First Seed, to an upper middle class family affiliated with House Hlaalu, Balen grew up through a rather uneventful childhood as the youngest child. For most of his childhood, he was educated by his grandparents and his father’s grandfather, who was an immensely elderly scholar that claimed to have been saved by the Nerevarine from Kagoutis in Vvardenfell hundreds of years ago. Perhaps thanks to this man’s countless stories, or perhaps thanks to natural disposition, Balen earned a penchant for reading, reading up on the past, of the times before the Red Year. It was during these times, while he was reading the Sermons of Vivec, when he first questioned his faith in Ancestor Worship and Daedra Worship.

Following his father’s death, Balen, the youngest child, was given the duty of taking care of his father’s remains, while his elder brothers tried to get the family profession running again. Seeing this as an opportunity, Balen decided to uphold his father’s last wish and take his remains to Necrom, and joined a trading caravan to go there. During this journey, Balen befriended a Bosmer bookseller, Godron, who told Balen that he’d be happy to accommodate him in Valenwood. After interring his father’s remains in Necrom and buying a bunch of trinkets claimed to be of Akaviri make, he took a ship from Necrom to Southpoint. Here, Balen’s fine writing skills, Godron’s profession, and the money they made selling the so-called Akaviri artifacts, opened an interesting business venture – Godron would buy rare books, Balen would write down the content of books they’d find, Godron would sell the original copy to the highest bidder and then stock his shop with copies of the real book. During this time, Balen practiced his skills of writing, and more importantly, got his hands on books he wouldn’t be able to hear of otherwise. Making spare copies of books he got interested in, Balen eventually built up his own collection. Eventually, he parted ways with Godron amicably, and got on a ship to Alinor, to learn the secrets of the Aldmer. However, he could not get along with the Thalmor officials, and did not stay on the isles for long.

Balen got on a ship to Stros M’Kai to learn more about the Sload and perhaps Yokuda, but the ship was attacked by pirates. It was during this time when Balen first took his first two lives, cutting down a pair of pirates trying to carry his chest out of his room. Following the attack, the ship’s captain decided to dock at Rihad instead, finding its original course too dangerous for the damaged ship to handle. Balen spent a good amount of time in Rihad, comprehending the rather large amount of knowledge he had gathered in form of books so far, and going over them. During this time, Balen began pearl hunting as a hobby, but soon turned it into profit. He earned his fondness for Skooma in Rihad as well, thanks to its relaxing properties.

Balen left Rihad in a hurry after participating in a ritual to summon Hermaeus Mora that went awry. He had participated in the ritual, mostly as a guest, in hopes of learning more about the content of the Elder Scrolls from the Daedric Prince itself. However, the ritual went awry, and Balen, savvy enough to run before the Prince was fully summoned, was able to survive. He’d later learn that the corpses (if they were dead, that is) were literally merged with the walls of the Shrine. Going south, Balen moved to Chorrol and settled there, spending his time with the Mages Guild members. He found most of them too attached to the arts of Magicka to actually care about the grander scheme of things, however. Balen sold books in Chorrol for five years and tried to live a simpler life, compared to his time as an eccentric in Rihad. Then one day, Godron showed up at his doorstep.

After a long talk about what he’d been doing with his life since Balen left, Godron made Balen an offer. Godron told Balen that he was no longer a book seller, but a trader of artifacts. Of course, the risks were much higher as Godron had to fund his own expeditions and often partake in them himself, but it was also much more profitable, and he was able to see first-hand sources, and stop having to rely on inaccurate accounts. Balen was convinced, and joined Godron on a trip to a Dwemer Ruin in the Velothi Mountains. Spending most of his time translating and drawing schematics of what they faced, Balen drew the ire of Godron’s hired blades, but soon proved his worth by toppling over a Steam Centurion by just disabling its gyroscope and pushing it down, instead of smashing it to pieces.

Unfortunately, the rest of the expedition was not as auspicious. About half of the crew, including Godron, was lost to a malfunctioning (or trapped) elevator. Heavily demoralized and grieving over the loss of his long time friend and business associate, Balen returned from the expedition alongside the survivors, bringing back what they could carry, alongside the captured Centurion, selling them all in Cheydinhal.

The endeavor had cost him a friend, but it had also opened a new world of possibilities to Balen. He did not like to admit it, but he was thrilled, to be able to enter and sense the world and things he had only read about in the past. He was able to enter the societies of those who had written the books that had inspired him. And he wanted more of it.

Spending the cash he had earned from his first experience for suitable equipment, Balen started looking for work, hoping to immerse himself in the unknown once more.

First Impressions:

-Hector Sibassius: Balen believes that this man is a simple but well-intentioned and well-mannered man. From what he's seen, he and Hector don't have much in common, which Balen sees as completely normal. Balen feels that being nice to this man may save his back in the future.

-Hraf Raven-Eye: Balen thinks that this man is dangerous. He has dealt with similar people before, but does not like doing so. Balen feels that being cautious is the best when dealing with this man, and would prefer to have good relations with the guy, to lessen the risk of getting kicked off a cliff.

-Merci du Mersot: Balen thinks that this lady has potential but is moving in the wrong direction, as he views the 'magical arts' as distracting from greater things that lie within magicka. Would be willing to tutor, though his tutoring wouldn’t go beyond discouraging her pursuit to ‘cast’ magic, and encourage her to shape Aurbis through her connection with magicka.

-Elayne Ashing: Balen thinks that she’s too delved in the practical and mundane applications of magic, but nonetheless would be willing to tutor, like Merci. Still, he appreciates the fact that she can lodge pieces of ice at a foe.

-Aenyarin: Balen does not get along well with Altmer, and especially does not get along with those with ties to the Thalmor, bearing enmity against them for ruining his time in Alinor. Similar to Merci and Elayne, he thinks that she treads shallow waters with magic. He does not think that he can be an example to her, however, since she’s lived much longer than he has.

-Baladas Venym: Balen sees this man as a source of information that he craves, believing that Telvanni have always had the proper relationship with magic compared to the rest of Tamriel. He views the man with respect, and not much else.

-Ungimros: Balen doesn’t care much about this fellow, believing that, like Hector and Hraf, he doesn’t have much in common with him. He still would prefer to keep him in good relations, however, since every asset helps. That, and he doesn’t want to end up as stew after a stray arrow.

-Azriel Telvayn: Balen thinks that this man must have come from the past - his constitution and equipment remind him of the Buoyant Armigers he had read about in his youth. Balen respects the man's stoic demeanor and hopes to keep good relations with him.

Skills: Balen prides himself on having a robust constitution. Truly, like a mule, Balen can walk for long distances without tiring at all, submerge himself underwater for long times, or repeat grueling labor tasks without flinching. He does not like facing situations head on, and would rather find an easier way to go around something. Thanks to his high endurance, Balen can go for days wearing armor, though he prefers lighter armors (compared to, say, plate armor) so his movement is not constrained. He is an average swordsman, with most of his encounters won through cautious action, straining the opponent, and thinking, rather than sheer skill with the blade. While not muscular, Balen certainly bears natural strength. However, Balen tries to keep his physical role to a minimum, and prefers to use his knowledge. He is inept at practical magic – Balen is certainly not the sort of fellow to fling fireballs while running. However, he can possibly, if you manage to convince him and provide him with time and ingredients, cast curses, or give mundane objects odd properties, such as making water emanate light. He refuses labels such as enchanting and alchemy, however, believing that they narrow concepts of much greater scale.

Equipment: Balen prefers to be mobile, and thus, carries all his belongings and books in a rucksack, and prefers to keep them in the bag unless necessary. For battle, he owns a steel dagger of Ashlander make, which is practically a shortsword, having a blade too wide and too long to be a dagger. On the grip of the shortsword, the Daedric letters Meht, Ayem, Roht, Neht and Ekem are inscribed, though Balen has not been able to comprehend what the letters mean and assumes that it’s some sort of tribal superstition. As for armor when combat is inevitable, he wears a simple mail hauberk, a plate gorget, and vambraces.

Birthsign: The Lord

Miscellaneous: Balen handles Skooma like it’s nothing. It’s hard to tell if he’s under the influence or not.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - an Orcish saga

I'm afraid I'll have to pull out. Good luck, guys!

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - an Orcish saga

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Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - an Orcish saga

Frankly she seems more like a siege weapon.