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

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Basic information

Name:
Lucex Venatorii

Race:
Half-Orc, human mother but unsure of race

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Birthsign:
The Theif

Place of Origin:
Unknown - Found in the wilderness

Appearance:
Lucex stands as a not-so-intimidating height of around 5 and a half feet (~1.8 meters) with a fairly slender build but what muscle he does posses is pronounce mostly due to his blood. He has a mix of a bit muscle and a bit of fat but is over all light on his feet. One might even mistake him for a female from a distance (or if they're drunk enough). Due to his mix blood, his skin appears a normal fleshy tone blended with some white but upon a closer look, one can tell it actually harbors some Orsimer green in his skin.

Like his skin, Lucex's face holds Orcish roots; his head is close to an Orc's longer shape but ends in a distinctly Nord-like shape. His mouth has two fang like teeth, shorter than an Orc's but still noticable if Lucex pulls down his lip a bit or opens his mouth. His hair was one a silky black stream but since has become a more rugged, but smooth mane of black which hides what appears some shade of dark violet if the light hits it right. The sapphires in his eyes glow an icy blue like the mountain ice, a small smear of brownish-red warpaint around his left eye hides a scar from a wolf attack.

Background:
Lucex isn't really sure where he's from. Based on what he's gathered and guessed, he's a half-orc with a human mother of some breed, either left in the wild to die or be killed. The old orcish dagger is proof of the latter as its the only thing he was found with when a group of hunters found him. Perhaps his father was in a forbidden love and was forced to kill his son in the wild but couldn't bring his Orcish rage to do it, leaving only the knife once meant to do the deed on him as a final message.

Now, from here on out, one would expect Lucex's life to be full of woe and hardship, but its not. He had been picked up by a wondering group of hunters, lead by an Imperial named Romilius who thought Lucex looked Imperial enough to be given an Imperial name. Romilius and his band of merry hunters looked after the kid like a giant family, teaching him their ways of the hunt. Of course this meant that Lucex was never given any real proper education, but who cares about that stuff when you can boast on how you kill bears for a living? Sure as hell sounds more impressive than asking if people get to the cloud district of Whiterun all day.

By the time he was a teenager, Lucex had already claimed a number of animals as his kills, all the pelts, hides and furs to prove too. His companions had taught him well and the young man learned from exprience, even teaching him dueling with swords. However, it was during a hunting trip that Lucex found out the hard way that there is a major difference between teddy bears and wild bears, promptly scaring the shit out of him and scarring him for life, ensuring he would prefer not to get that close to anyone trying to kill him again.

Once he was of age and a true "adult", he made the choice to leave the group but they gave him his current armor as a fair well gift, made of the animals he had hunted, and the crossbow he had used to hunt said animals. And now, after almost five years of wondering around, he has come into the folds of a mercenary company to earn some cash. I could go on about his exploits like riding a goat out of Solitude to escape the guards or how he drop kicked a troll (with varying amounts of sucess which may or may not have ended in a hasty retreat), but that all is a story for another day.

Personality:
As one might expect from a man of his age, Lucex is full of piss and vigor (relatively speaking). He's hyped and ready to die (not really), willing to do whatever it takes to become the very best (again, not really). He'll even fight a giant with a goat and a tuning fork! (Noticing a trend yet?)

In reality, Lucex is a brave man with a kind soul, just not the type of brave who'd face off against stuff head on. He's an adventurer guy who'd go tomb raiding or dwemer diving if he had people to do it with him (or more likely keep the badies away). That said, he does pull his share and will fight as needed. Even if he is good at CQC, he prefers to stay away from it since it means there's just that much of a greater chance of him dying horribly.

Capabilities:

Skills:
•Adept - Marksmanship (Very proficient in crossbows, less in traditional archery or throwing)
•Adept - Sneak (Good enough to stalk animals and sometimes people)
•Adept – 1H Blades (Can dual well with someone like a town guard)
•Apprentice - Athletics (Equivalent to a some very basic military training)
•Apprentice – Acrobatics (Think street performer level)
•Novice – Destruction (Enough to start a fire)
•Novice – Smithing (Mostly for sharpening, reinforcing, etc)
•Novice - Tailoring (Makes scarves and shoddy shirts and bandages and rope)
•Novice - Speech (Enough to get him out of trouble, more than enough to get him into trouble)
•Novice - Mercantile (Just enough so he doesn't get ripped off too badly)

Weaknesses:
•Weak bones - Born with lighter bones, while it does allow Lucex to move faster, it also mean even a solid punch can do significant damage, Divines forbid he gets hit with a war hammer or a log to the face.
•Sensitive to Lightning - For reasons unknown, Lucex is significantly more sensative to lighting-based spells. From a single hit, at best he'll be temporarily paralyzed and disoriented and at worse, he'll be knocked out cold or his heart stops.
•Weak to Poison - Lucex has had a weakened immune system for a long time but due to his outdoorsmanship, he's been able to negate and prevent most diseases through will power of being healthy. Poison however is still incredibly dangerous on him.
•Illiterate - Lucex can make out some simple words but the vast majority of words are just scribbles to him. Despite never really getting a proper education at any point, he enjoys books purely too look at the neat handwriting, wishing to one day to write just a pretty as the books show.
•Too hot for this shit - Whenever Lucex try any other spell than Flame, it still manages to be a fire spell. Candlelight? Its a fiery ball of flaming death. Courage? It bravely sets people on fire. Icespike? Lucex single handily manages to break the laws of nature and ends up with a flaming ice bolt.

Relations to Other Characters:
N/A

Affiliation(s):
None

Spells (if any):
•Novice Flames

Combat Style (or the Lack of): (optional)
Lucex is primarily a ranged support on paper, sniping away with his crossbow. In reality, he tends to get a bit more personal in his bolt deliver, making hims something of a frontline sniper. Should he get too close and personal, he draws a sword/axe/knife/whatever-his-hand-can-find and then goes into a dodge tank mode where he constantly dodges to draw attention, attack when his opponent is tired and/or vulnerable.

Other Capabilities:
•Hunting related things (stalking, cleaning and field dressing)
•Survival skills (campfire making, woodcutting)
•Equipment maintenance
•Being a very convincing female and crossdressing
•Singing (or so he thinks)
•Outdoorsmanship (climbing, swimming)

Inventory

Cash:
58 gold and a piece of cheese

Keys and Lockpicks:
N/A

Clothing and Armor:
Lucex wears a short chainmail shirt that goes to his stomach which comes with a chest piece of hard boiled leather. Leather shoulder guards protect his shoulders as one would expect, snow wolf furs decorate the topmost layer. Around his waist is a long red-tipped blue scarf of tundra cotton, his horn and a small money pouch occupy space there along side some trinkets. The furs of his lower body are of foxes, wolves and even bears he hunted himself and are connected to the leather of his top armor, hiding a pair of rugged pants. His armor comes with a hood and Lucex made the face wrap himself, although its only used in bad weather or places he knows he has a certain... unsavory reputation. Outside of that, we wears standard leather boots and bracers with hide gloves. In cold weather, he dons a heavy fur cloak which also serves as his sleeping pad on most nights.

Appearance

Weapon and Ammunition:
•Crossbow with ~30 steel bolts
•Orcish dagger
•Woodcutter Axe
•A pair of mountain climbing picks

Potion and Arcane Supplies:
•Two potions of minor stamina

Jewelry and Novelty Items:
•A "borrowed" silver ring
•Amulet of Kynareth
•The Orcish dagger technically
•Goat horn horn made of a horny goat horn who wasn't actually horny but still had horns

Books and Documents:
•A few maps, mostly of Skyrim's wilderness
•Memoirs of an Ale Wench (Lucex enjoys tracing the fancy letters)

Food, Drinks, Provisions:
•Two dried fish
•A water skin and a few bottles of water
•Bread
•The piece of cheese is not food, its legal tender (to Lucex anyways)

Bags, Pouches, Packs:
•The large knapsack slung on his back
•Some small pouches and a satchel on his belt
•A bolt quiver for his bolts
•His 4 pack

Other:
Lucex claims that his hood by itself is enchanted and while it does appear to be enchanted and has been confirmed by mages, no one knows what the actual enchantment is. Seeing as the enchantment itself faintly glows purple, Lucex says the enchantment make the hood "better at being purple".

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

Sadri Beleth

Sadri Beleth

Dunmer Male | 75 | Lord

Basic Information

Birthplace: Bergama, Hammerfell

Appearance: At first glance, the first thing to notice about Sadri, aside from his racial features of dark, ashen skin and pointy ears (rather, a single ear in Sadri’s case), is that he’s tall. Sadri’s taller than most Dunmer, almost reaching Altmer levels of height, while unfortunately lacking the graceful musculature and shape of their race. Instead, Sadri is incredibly wiry and lanky albeit broad-shouldered, with practically no fat on his limbs and quite long, sinewy arms (rather, arm) and legs, bearing signs of scars and bruises collected through years of life-threatening lines of work. His good hand is large, almost reminiscent of a spider, with long, bony fingers.

Sadri has a very interesting face that a more scholarly onlooker could liken to the vestiges of a once-admirably crafted sculpture. The mer has a long, horse-like face, enhanced by his rather large crooked nose, with a network of scars lined and dotted all over, reminders that even Restoration Magic can fix only so much. Acting as artificial creases and canyons all over his skin, the amount of scars, and how they interconnect, certainly give Sadri’s face a busy look. His right eye is discolored to a color of salmon from his natural red, thanks to cataracts. Also suffering from chronic subconjunctival hemorrhage, Sadri makes use of a leech called Mora as a temporary ailment.

Lacking a right arm from halfway beneath the elbow and a left ear, Sadri has found ways to cope with these – previously having used an enchanted stump with limited powers of telekinesis, Sadri now has a full-on prosthetic arm with double joints. As for his ear, he has simply learned to live with asymmetrical hearing loss, preferring to listen to things he finds soothing with his right ear. His jet black hair looks like it has receded slightly, with a sharp widow’s peak hanging onto the edge of his forehead, with the rest of his hair swept back and tied into a low ponytail. Sadri's beard has grown fully, somewhat unkempt.

Sadri’s clothing is unorthodox, worn and certainly shows a wide degree of influence from various fashion styles throughout Tamriel, with baggy black breeches in the Nordic style, whereas his tall, waterproof red leather boots betray to Colovian influence. Over his white, baggy shirt, he wears a thick, padded coat originally from Alik’r underneath a silver-embroidered open vest, with a multi-colored sash, worn under the vest but over the coat, holding the coat closed and secure.

Personality: Sadri is a mer who has learned nearly everything he knows about life by experience. while he considers himself dense for lacking the wisdom to avoid mistakes from the get-go, he has experienced, lost, and found enough things to consider himself to be a mature and wise person, having earned his wisdom over time. This is not to say that he does not make mistakes anymore, but at least, he can now recognize them. Having often lived outside of mer society, Sadri is comparably old, mentally speaking, to his usual acquaintances, and is somewhat dulled by the contrast between his exhausted mind and relatively young body, and the fact that he seems to outlast most friends, although he has recently found some invigoration and become somewhat more emotion-driven thanks to a newly blooming relationship. He has managed to shed a part of his grumpiness thanks to this, he has also been rendered somewhat easier to spur. While often sarcastic, the recent events have strained him to a point that he finds it harder for himself to dabble in his black humor. He definitely seems happier compared to when he had first joined the Company, and is more sociable in his relationships with his comrades, having gotten to know them, and even bond with them, over time. Yet at the same time his growth into a more emotional person has brought with it a negative side - he has become more sullen in respect to his original, uncaring and professional self.

Background:

Story so far

Sadri, a Dunmer, was born rather far away from the home of his ancestors, in Bergama. His grandfather, hailing from Sadrith Mora, had learned of the catastrophe while leading a caravan in Hammerfell with his family. Struck with grief, suddenly tired and not wanting to witness the ruins by himself, the man had settled in his last stop, where he had learned of the news. According to his father’s accounts, Sadri’s grandfather, originally an energetic, cheerful man, had changed deeply, becoming more of an introverted and cautious man.

Nonetheless, the man’s aptitude for trade hadn’t changed, and with his newfound cautiousness and yearning for safety, he had actually made more money by simply trading and loaning in Bergama instead of wandering throughout with a caravan. And his father had continued the trade alongside Sadri's grandfather during his youth, and by himself once his father had passed, amassing a good sum of money. It was here, in the Alik’r Desert, where Sadri spent a good portion of his youth as the child of relatively wealthy parents. Sadri, however, perhaps thanks to man and mer’s common folly of never being satisfied, was not happy with how he lived his life – it was immensely boring in the middle of the desert, and there was only so much one could do.

Sadri, at the young age of thirty, decided to learn more of the world’s ways, other cultures and people, and just see the things lying under the sun, and set off with a caravan, with his parents’ blessings. Even today, for Sadri, there is no better emotion than the feeling of awe and wonder – to see a beautiful waterfall, or person, or listen to music, and just enjoy the feeling. And this new lifestyle of wandering helped with this yearning of Sadri’s immensely. As he got accustomed to traveling, Sadri slowly convinced himself to enjoy the road as much as the destination. He began with a short stint as a caravan guard that took him all over Tamriel, spent about three years as part of a whaling ship in the Sea of Ghosts, and afterwards served alongside a group of scavengers specializing in taking Dwemer machinery to the surface, amongst various other odd-jobs.

After about a dozen years of wandering about, he decided to return to Bergama with the onset of the Great War, wishing to avoid the conflict. His parents, still alive, welcomed him warmly. Their son had matured with his various experiences, and it seemed, for now, that it was his time to rest. Sadri felt like he had to process all his experiences, and became a librarian. It was better than to leech his parents for money during wartime, and it was a very quiet experience that allowed him to meditate, and make sense of his travels.

He spent a good decade just living the simple life in the middle of the desert, while making good use of his time as librarian - thanks to the fact that not many people cared for reading in Bergama, he was able to read up on the contents of the library, and actually get paid for it, undisturbed. However, as a side effect, his reads renewed his interests in the rest of Nirn. Once again suffering from a wanderlust itch to scratch, Sadri set off once more, when the Great War ended for good with the Second Treaty of Stros M'Kai. Joining up with a caravan to get to Sentinel, where he signed up on a ship, Sadri would find himself in anti-pirate duty, as a ship mate.

Even though the duty had started well, with normal action in the Iliac Bay, the frigate would find itself under harassment from various pirate ships in its chase for an infamous pirate from Stros M’Kai, and eventually ambushed and boarded by almost a dozen cutters and schooners. As a ship mate, Sadri found himself fighting hordes of pirates, armed only with a cutlass and a three-legged stool. While he fought admirably, he was wounded multiple times in the battle, fighting on with sheer adrenaline and stiff upper lip, eventually getting put down by a stab to his side, and a dagger going through between his shoulder blade and his collarbone.

Barely kept alive through restoration magic, potions, and sheer luck, Sadri would learn that the ship had managed to repel the attack, and was headed south to recover. Before the ship could dock, however, the ship was destroyed in a storm after getting directly struck by lightning, off the coast of Woodhearth. Sadri himself barely survived, getting plenty of nails stuck in his face and body on top of his other wounds. One of these nails caused the onset of cataracts on his right eye.

Saved by a bunch of Bosmer fishermen, Sadri eventually recovered, living a sedentary life for a few months in Woodhearth. Trying to pick up the trade of a barber, Sadri ended up accidentally slitting the throat of a Bosmer pro-Thalmor official, getting jailed and sentenced to death. However, instead, he got broken out of jail by wild Bosmer separatists, who believed that Sadri had done this as an act of defiance against Thalmor rule. Unable to explain the truth, Sadri ended up becoming an insurgent in Valenwood, fighting against the Aldmeris Dominion, although more often than not the native wildlife of the province itself. After a year of attacking Thalmor patrols, but more importantly avoiding malaria, dysentery, black fever, yellow fever, ticks, flies and insects, Sadri decided to flee for Elsweyr, having had enough of fighting a fight that wasn’t even his. In Elsweyr, a climate familiar with him, Sadri drifted from city to city for a while, and even occasionally out of the province, until he signed up as a caravan guard after a growing frustration with his lack of drive, but had to quit in Leyawiin after an intimate encounter with the daughter of a wealthy trader.

Having run out of ideas, and in need of money, he joined up with the local town guards, who were planning a campaign to root out bandits and pirates around the Niben River and the Topal Sea. Like most of his jobs, it began well, but went sour after getting ambushed by a bandit during scouting duty. Fighting against a muscle-clad brute wielding a zweihander, Sadri almost got his head cloven in two, but managed to parry the strike, albeit losing his right arm and left ear in the process. After getting kicked downhill and breaking his ribs after smashing into a tree stump in his fall, Sadri lost consciousness, thinking that he wouldn’t wake up. However, he somehow survived despite his heavy bleeding. Waking up at the base of a hill, Sadri managed to lift himself up with his spare arm and began slumping back. Eventually reaching camp, he was recovered thanks to luck and intense medical attention. However, his arm and ear were completely gone – perhaps a small price, compared to his life.

Going to the Imperial city with his savings and the compensation he received, he commissioned a Dunmer smith and a Synod apprentice to build him an arm. During this time, he also sent a letter to his parents asking for some monetary assistance. Learning of their son’s quandary, Sadri’s parents sent a meager sum of money to him, with which he was able to pay for the costs of his ‘new arm’. He got a hollow bonemold stump, embedded with a soul gem, which was able to generate a telekinetic field for as long as the wearer wished, and the soul gem’s charge allowed. Satisfied, and also without any money, he left for Morrowind upon learning of the Nerevarine’s return and the call for Dunmer to help rebuild the province.

Sadri joined a bunch of slaving raids into Northern Argonia, and built up quite a business, imprisoning Argonians and then ransoming them back, and selling those who couldn’t pay back to Great House plantations. However, after nearly getting killed by an Argonian that wished to be freed, he sold all of his slaves to House Dres, and began sailing goods around Vvardenfell instead, returning to his old wandering lifestyle only when the decree was lifted by the Nerevarine himself. Having met with the Nerevarine and having gotten congratulated on his good work was one of the higher points in Sadri’s life, although recent news has buried this beneath a good amount of spite.

He ended up in Skyrim with his meager amount of riches and two friends, in hopes of buying his own whaling ship and introducing the trade to his own province, but his friends had different ideas, and one night, took off with the money while Sadri was too busy. Sadri tracked the thieves and the money trail all the way to a Nordic ruin, but after barely surviving a bridge collapse over a ravine that took his two betrayers and money down to the deepest ends of Nirn, a dejected Sadri went for the nearest city instead, where he ended up joining a mercenary company, with whom he would end up fighting Reachmen, Akaviri invaders, and Anu knows what else.

Capabilities

Skills:

• Expert One-Handed Blade
• Adept Hand to Hand
• Adept Acrobatics
• Apprentice One-Handed Blunt
• Apprentice Athletics
• Appprentice Enchanting
• Apprentice Mercantile
• Apprentice Light Armor
• Novice Smithing
• Novice Speech
• Novice Restoration

Weaknesses:
A Helping Hand: Has only one arm, having lost the other to a bandit somewhere in the Niben Bay. He substitutes for the other with enchanted prosthetics and learned ambidexterity.

Bloodshot: One eye is half-blind thanks to cataracts and piercing trauma, and often gets worse under stress or after blunt trauma, sometimes even filling up with blood.

Say What?: Sadri has only one ear, which impairs his hearing thanks to imbalanced reception, and also makes him easy to pick out from a crowd thanks to the asymmetry.

Get a Grip: Constant stress and moon sugar withdrawal, alongside the way the war has been going, has soured Sadri's mood somewhat. He's professional enough to keep it concealed, but he's only mortal after all.

Spells:
Restoration: Minor Respite, Heal Minor Wounds

Combat Style: Sadri, never actually trained in the martial arts, has simply learned by experience, and prefers more on brutish, quick maneuvers to take down foes, as opposed to flashy moves. Sadri has become a hard hitter over the years, and after decades of heavy swinging, it’s practically become a fighting style in itself for Sadri, who has merely specialized on how to hit hard, and when to hit hard. Seeing him in combat, with his poorly formed parries, stumbling dodges and heavy, almost blunt strikes often convinces one that he is an amateur fighter - but somehow, it works horrifyingly effectively, often outperforming actually trained and skilled fighters.

Relations and Affiliations: Sadri’s parents are still alive in Hammerfell, and they communicate through letters.

Opinions of Group Members:

Opinions

Jorwen: Missing? Last seen in enemy territory? Oh, shit.

Solveig: Sadri doesn't know what to feel - his rather abrupt confession, something that even he didn't expect, has put him in a situation that he hasn't been in for a long time. And now that Jorwen's gone, he's somewhat afraid of how it'll strike Solveig.

Sevine: Wounded's better than dead, and Sadri would be sad to see such a lively person go. Sure, she's theatrical and too romantic, but she's cheerful and entertaining.

Leif: His infatuation about Sevine is somewhat angering Sadri. He can relate to Leif because he's also a clingy and jealous person, but he knows this and tries to let things slide. This fellow, on the other hand...

Sagax: Sadri finds it nothing short of miraculous that Sagax hasn't gotten himself killed yet. Young, enthusiastic, and in a dangerous line of work? Sounds like a true fool. Then again, only fools have what it takes to be true heroes.

Keegan: Poor bastard looks quite shaken up by all that happened. Just keeps getting the shit end of the stick, doesn't he? Sadri wonders how long he can keep that up.

Tsleeixth: He's practical and helpful, and can summon a big-ass fucking Atronach. That bottle incident feels more and more like a bigger mistake.

Roze: Her perfect foil to Sagax and their friendship makes almost Sadri feel like he's reading some sort of novel. Hopefully fate won't cut their book short.

Rhasha'Dar: Spriggans can really fuck you up. They say cats have nine lives, although here's to hoping he doesn't spend them all dodging talon-branches or fireballs.

Vurwe: It's almost as if fate's trying to spell out that Sadri will get what's coming to him. A jerkoff murdered by an Argonian? Sounds awfully foreboding.

Do'Karth: The fact that he can hold his own against the Kamal with a bloody staff amazes Sadri to no end. He hopes that Do'Karth doesn't end up regretting his adherence to pacifism.

Marcel: Didn't look like he'd be able to hold his own, especially after all that shit the Pale group's gone through. Surprised to see he's alive. Then again, men are like potatoes - the best are all buried deep.

Daixanos: Having heard of his conduct in their mission, Sadri respects Dax somewhat more than back when they had first met, but that doesn't amount to much.

Raelyn: Sadri can say he's touched Raelyn like he's touched no woman before, what with trying to slide her guts back in and melding her skin back together. That's one for the tales.

Elmera: She was lucky that bolt didn't end up somewhere higher up and closer to center. That would've been an awful sight. Moral of the story - wear more armor.

Niernen: She's still alive, however bruised. That's actually good to know. At least not everyone he met in that bloody swamp has died.

Valen: He was a quiet fellow and a nice bowman, and, well... Sadri's seen his fair share of people falling into the depths of the sea, but it's still pretty unnerving to see.

Bharzak: Who? Oh, her? Oh. She's a part of the company?

Narzul: Most nobility are assholes and he seems no exception, although he does have respect for reason and a stalwart outlook, and Sadri can respect him for that.

Other Capabilities: Sadri looks intimidating thanks to his height and lanky, scarred body, and he knows how to make good use of this. He is also a decent sailor, having spent a good amount of time at sea as ship mate. He also shows some promise as a scholar and orator, thanks to his time spent as a librarian in the past, although this doesn’t reflect much upon his daily life.

Inventory

Cash: 110 septims

Keys and Lockpicks: Key to family house in Bergama

Tools and Crafting Materials: None

Clothing and Armor:

-1 bandana, often used as scarf
-1 padded helmet
-1 chainmail coif
-1 coat of chainmail
-1 padded waterproof coat
-1 embroidered vest
-2 shirts and breeches
-1 sash
-1 pair of waterproof knee-high boots
-4 pieces of underwear

Weapon and Ammunition:

-1 heavy backsword with guarded hilt

Potion and Arcane Supplies:

-2 potions of Cure Common Disease
-2 potions of Restoration

Jewelry, Valuables and Personal Belongings:

-3 discount amulets of Protection from Disease
-2 discount amulets of Fortify Luck
-1 small steel canteen full of water, inhabited by Mora the leech

Books and Documents:

-Contract
-On the Lusty Argonian Maid
-The Monomyth
-The Mythic Dawn Commentaries

Food, Drinks and Ingredients:

-1 sack of flour
-1 satchel of moon sugar

Load Bearing Equipment:

-1 duffle bag
-1 belt with satchels, containing potions
-1 sword belt with attached scabbard
-1 skin of water
-1 skin of flin (mostly empty)

Other: None

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

Sadri Beleth

Basic Information:

Hider

Name: Sadri Beleth

Race: Dunmer

Age: 75

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Lord

Place of Origin: Bergama, Hammerfell

Appearance:

Hider

A tall, wiry, dark skinned Dunmer without a left ear, substituting an enchanted bonemold stump for a right arm and bearing a clouded right eye, Sadri is the sort of fellow who immediately attracts all sorts of attention with his eccentric, unusual appearance. His flat face bears many scars, reminders to both him and onlookers that there’s only so much Restoration can do if there isn’t immediate and proper attention. His receding hair is worn into a ponytail, which reveals his lost left ear for all to see. His left eye is red, but his right eye has diluted into the color of salmon meat thanks to cataracts, an ailment that he tries to alleviate with various enchanted items. He has a short, curly beard, well taken care of, with the mustache shaven.

His clothing is similarly eccentric, with various colorful short robes, coats and vests worn on top of each other, held together by belts and sashes, constituting most of his attire. Oddly enough, however, despite the variety, none of them reach below his knees, baring his leather boots.

Background:

Hider

Sadri, a Dunmer, was born rather far away from the home of his ancestors, in Bergama. His grandfather, hailing from Sadrith Mora, had learned of the catastrophe while leading a caravan in Hammerfell with his family. Struck with grief, suddenly tired and not wanting to witness the ruins by himself, the man had settled in Bergama, where he had learned of the news. According to his father’s accounts, Sadri’s grandfather, originally an energetic, cheerful man, had changed deeply, becoming more of an introverted and cautious man.

Nonetheless, the man’s aptitude for trade hadn’t changed, and with his newfound cautiousness and need for safety, he had actually made more money by simply trading in Bergama instead of wandering in a caravan. And his father had continued the trade, amassing a good sum of money. It was here, in the Alik’r Desert, where Sadri spent a good portion of his youth as the child of wealthy parents. Sadri, however, perhaps thanks to man and mer’s common folly of never being satisfied, was not happy with how he lived his life – it was immensely boring in the middle of the desert.

Sadri decided to learn more of the world’s ways, other cultures and people, and just see the things lying under the sun. Even today, for Sadri, there is no better emotion than the feeling of awe and wonder – to see a beautiful waterfall, or listen to music, and just enjoy the feeling. And this new lifestyle of wandering helped with this immensely. Sadri started traveling and learned to enjoy the road as much as the destination. He had a short stint as a caravan guard, spent about three years as part of a whaling ship in the Sea of Ghosts, and served alongside a group of scavengers specializing in taking Dwemer machinery to the surface.

After about ten years of wandering about, he decided to return to Bergama. His parents, still alive, welcomed him warmly. Their son had been matured with his various experiences, and it seemed, it was his time to rest. Sadri felt like he had to process all his experiences, and became a librarian. It was better than to leech his parents for money, and it was a very quiet experience that allowed him to meditate.

He spent a good decade or two just living the simple life in the middle of the desert, reading up. However, his reads renewed his interests in the rest of Nirn. Once more, he set off. Though, unbeknownst to him, things were going to be much more harsh and unfortunate this time. He signed up on a ship again, but the ship was attacked by pirates. He was badly wounded in the attack, barely kept alive by potions. Before he could properly recover, however, the ship was destroyed, off the coast of Woodhearth. Sadri himself barely survived, getting plenty of nails stuck in his face and body. One of these nails caused the onset of cataracts on his right eye.

Saved by a bunch of fishermen, Sadri eventually recovered. He ended up joining a group of rebels in Valenwood – after spending some years acting as muscle for them, he eventually fled for Elsweyr, from where he went to Leyawiin. He joined up with the local town guard in need of money, who were planning a campaign to root out bandits and pirates around the Niben River and the Topal Sea. During this time, Sadri had a bad encounter with a bandit guard wielding a bastard sword – getting caught by a bandit during a scouting expedition to find a bandit lair, he raised his arm to defend against the bandit’s sword, which cleaved through his arm and also chopped off his left ear. The strike sent him tumbling down a hill, and the fall broke some of his ribs. Badly wounded, he tried to get back to base but eventually lost consciousness underneath a tree.

However, he somehow survived despite his heavy bleeding. Eventually reaching camp, he was recovered thanks to luck and intense medical attention. However, his arm and ear were completely gone. Going to the Imperial city with his savings and the compensation he received, he commissioned a Dunmer smith and a Synod apprentice to build him an arm. During this time, he also sent a letter to his parents asking for some monetary assistance. Learning of their son’s quandary, Sadri’s parents sent a meager sum of money to him, with which he was able to pay for the costs of his ‘new arm’. He got a hollow bonemold stump, embedded with a soul gem, which was able to generate a telekinetic field for as long as the wearer wished, and the soul gem’s charge allowed. Satisfied, and also without any money, he left for Morrowind upon learning of the Nerevarine’s return and the call for Dunmer to help rebuild the province.

Sadri joined a bunch of slaving raids into Northern Argonia, and after getting a meager amount of slaves, sold them for a bargain price in southern Vvardenfell. Invigorated by this new cause, he began selling slaves, and ransoming them to Argonians. However, after nearly getting killed by an Argonian that wished to be freed, he sold all of his slaves to House Dres and began sailing goods around Vvardenfell, returning to his old wandering lifestyle only when the decree was lifted by the Nerevarine himself. He once met with the Nerevarine, who simply congratulated him for his work.

He ended up in Skyrim in hopes of buying his own whaling ship and introducing the trade to his own province, but somehow he joined a mercenary group instead.

Personality:

Hider

Sadri is a man who has learned a lot by experience. He deems himself dense for having to experience something to understand it, but he has experienced, and lost, enough things to consider himself to be a mature person. He has lived long compared to most men, and finds himself plagued by the contrast between his still strong body and his tired mind. He is a quiet man, often grumpy, who prefers to do things in a very short span of time, but do it effectively, and rest for the remainder of time. He is troubled by the fact that, despite his many experiences in life, he is still unable to make much sense of it. So he’s simply made it a mental principle to forget and not think about things much. In person, Sadri is quiet and sarcastic, perhaps even somewhat dismissive and insulting. However, he respects people’s deeds, and is professional when it’s necessary. Just don’t expect him to keep it up after the job’s done.

Capabilities:

Hider

Skills:

Hider

• Expert One Handed Blade
• Adept Hand to Hand
• Adept One Handed Blunt
• Adept Athletics
• Adept Acrobatics
• Apprentice Enchanting
• Apprentice Mercantile
• Apprentice Light Armor
• Novice Smithing
• Novice Speech
• Novice Restoration

Weaknesses:

Hider

• Has only one arm, the other is substituted for with an enchanted prosthetic which can be annoying to maintain and is the reason for Sadri’s recent interest in enchanting.
• One eye has impaired sight, which is compensated with leech treatment, bloodletting, primitive spells and various enchanted trinkets.
• He has only one ear, which has somewhat impaired his hearing, but is more of a social problem.
• While he doesn’t do it in public, Sadri smokes moon sugar. While he’s a functional addict who doesn’t let it impair his life, others may look down on it.

Relations to Other Characters: None so far.

Affiliations: Neutral, but slightly biased towards Dunmer.

Spells: Minor Respite, Heal Minor Wounds

Combat Style: Sadri doesn’t shine in combat, and this has become his most important skill. Instead of actively trying to overpower the opponent and make him realize he’s facing a superior foe, Sadri’s combat style revolves around putting the opponent in a comparatively worse position and not making him realize this. He also prefers to put his absent limb to good use. After all, telekinesis is not limited by muscle movement or joints, and this, thanks to his prosthetic, can make him a very unpredictable opponent, but can also be his weakness.

Other Capabilities: Sadri is a pretty scary looking guy and knows the trade of looking scarier than he is well. He’s also a somewhat capable sailor. Oddly enough, he also knows a lot of literature, thanks to his time spent as a librarian in the past.

Inventory:

Hider

Cash: 110 septims.

Keys and Lockpicks: Sadri still has the key to his family home in Bergama.

Clothing and Armor: Sadri wears a padded coat, with an upturned collar to protect the back of his head and neck, for protection from physical trauma and cold, over a thick leather buffcoat which does a decent job of absorbing blows. To cover his vital organs, he wears a brigandine vest covering his torso. His head is covered by a padded cap with a steel nasal bar covering his face. The cap itself is lined with chainmail for further protection.

Weapon and Ammunition: Sadri uses a heavy broadsword with guarded hilt in battle.

Potion and Arcane Supplies: Sadri carries two potions of restoration and two potions of cure disease in case something bad happens to him again. Aside from this, his prosthetic ‘stump’ essentially acts as a magical hand. He also has a few amulets of protection from disease and good luck, but Anu knows if they work.

Jewelry and Novelty Items: Sadri carries a steel can that has a single leech in it. He has named the leech Mora and often allows it to suck blood from near his bad eye. He also carries a small water pipe that he uses to smoke moon sugar.

Books and Documents: Sadri carries a collection of the tales of the Lusty Argonian Maid, as well as a copy of the Monomyth and the Mythic Dawn Commentaries. He finds the concept of metaphysics quite interesting.

Food, Drinks, Provisions: Sadri carries a small sack of flour with him, which he also uses as a pillow. He also has about a pocket’s worth of moon sugar, one skin of water, and one skin of flin.

Bags, Pouches, Packs: Sadri travels light. He has one bag in which is his pipe, potions, books, flour and leech can. He carries the drinking skins separately.

Other: Politics bore him greatly, but he really respects the Nerevarine. He also likes the taste of raw flour when consumed alongside flin.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention

Interested, don't know what I'd make.

Question though, are faction armors allowed? I don't mean like DB armor but stuff like Dawnguard and Vampire and Ancient Nord

@ClocktowerEchos

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Faction armors aren't exactly allowed. If you'll read the writeup above, you'll see our party is a bunch of mercenaries and misfits. A person who owns Dawnguard armor is part of the Dawnguard and wouldn't be with the party. Same for vampire. And why would a person want to wear armor that is a couple thousand years old, like ancient nord?

Btw, I'm the co-gm. Hello.

@Leidenschaft

This got me wondering. If weapons are not necessarily what we find in the games, can the same go for armor? In that case, could the fellow who wanted Dawnguard armor just get a brigandine vest with some leather limb protection and have Dawnguard armor in all but faction affiliation and name?

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention

I'm interested. I was recently in a similar Elder Scrolls RP (that seems to have died, sadly). I had a scholar-philosopher concept, a Dunmer diver/librarian who looked down on conventional magic but was also unable to use any proper magic. Might try to salvage that guy if that's alright.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

Horatio Drake had been trained in the use of the chain-axe by the famous pit-fighter and feral warrior Konen of Hyborea

@Jbcool

I hear that fellow also knows what is best in life.

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

Shit happens. As long as it ain't dead.

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

Progression! Claustrophobia! Opinions!

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

Balen ignored the young Mage’s suggestion about the papers not being legible (It’s not like she spoke Draconic, right?), and upon seeing the Bosmer’s gesture which, at least to Balen, implied that he didn’t care if Balen went wild, so Balen grabbed a bunch of scrolls from one of the cabinets – he had found someone to blame after all. Thankfully, this time, no ancient traps were sprung. It relaxed Balen, though he assumed that the Mage, Elayne, would be annoyed. Balen did not care if they were illegible or not – if legible, they would provide for some good scholarly pieces, and if not, he could always sell them to stupid treasure collectors as directions or magic passwords for mounds.

Balen opened one of the scrolls and spread it on one of the tables, deciding to sit down for a better reading experience and to get his head further away from the ceiling. An immature part of him wanted to send smug looks at Elayne to boast about ignoring her, but he was beyond that and simply analyzed the contents of the scroll. She was half right, Balen realized – over time, the ink and the papers had simply faded into each other. Nonetheless, there were some legible parts that Balen focused on. ‘’…Hardulf Twisted-Tongue’s husk has been placed in the Twentieth Row…’’ Similarly, other parts were also focused on who was placed where. ‘’Figures,’’ Balen thought – this place was, after all, a burial mound.

‘’Does this room lead anywhere?’’ The Bosmer asked. ‘’I don’t think so,’’ Balen said. ‘’If I’m reading right, this place is just for the records. I think we can sell them for a pretty penny, tho-‘’ A gust of wind took the scroll off the table and threw it onto the ground. ‘’An air stream,’’ Balen thought. Indeed, he could feel a faint gust flowing through his mustache and his receded hairline. ‘’There must be a connection – there’s an air stream.’’ Balen got up and started feeling the walls, and indeed, the stream felt stronger near one of the cabinets. ‘’Let’s move this out of the way, shall we?’’ He asked to Sibassius and the Nord, and together, they were able to move the ancient thing out of the way without making much noise in a satisfying amount of time.

‘’Would you look at that.’’ There was a tunnel, smaller than the one that took them here but nonetheless large enough for someone to walk through, although barely. ‘’So I suppose this place leads somewhere.’’ He turned to the others. ‘’Do we check the other tunnel, or do we go in here?’’ He knew he wasn’t going to go in first.

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

I'll get on something, then. I don't want this to get quiet.