Psyker Landshark
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Vocalia said
Well, today was... interesting. I went to the city to grab some food, then got into a road accident after the bus I took to get back to uni got hit by a taxi. Nobody was killed, thankfully. Taxi passenger only got cuts near her eye and nobody in the bus got hurt although the taxi was pretty much lodged into the back of the bus. There was also another car that hit the back of the taxi, but not as badly. The guy in the second car only got a scrape on his foot.
ITT literally everyone gets away scot-free from bad driving
Leidenschaft said
I'm a man of many names. Anyone who has me on Steam knows that very well.
Do I even have you on Steam?
God damn this thread is dead. I should probably post something.
Also, new avatar. Get hype for Drakengard 3.
Also, new avatar. Get hype for Drakengard 3.
Vocalia said
Latest session: Total party kill by a Daemonhost-psyker. On the bright side, we all reroll with extra 1500 exp. Also, I'm now a Bolter Bitch.
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I'll get a CS up eventually. One day.
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Philosophical inner-monologue time~!...After I write this final paper.
And Wingless. Don't forget Wingless.
As his sword was knocked away, Hralvar wasted no time in conjuring a Bound Sword to replace it, shifting the ethereal purple sword around to parry Tucks' conjured staff. Snarling, he pushed against the Argonian's weapon, glaring at him all the while.
"Individual men have done it before, Argonian. The Dragonborn, the Champion, and the rest of those heroes, they've all saved Tamriel before. And they damn well didn't do it by giving up and resorting to banditry. Oh no, they fought, just like I plan to. The dwemer are the greatest threat to Tamriel and to everything you know. They massacred innocents in the Imperial City, and they're rolling over the rest of the provinces! Life under dwemer rule would be no life at all, boy. They treat men and beasts as slaves or worse. You think conditions are bad now? They'll be worse if the dwemer win for good." Hralvar scowled, forcing the Argonian back with a shoulder check before whirling around to see Cub calling out to him. Both the orc and the Khajiit lay defeated at the hands of their foes, and the old Nord resisted the urge to rage about the situation he'd been put in.
"...Oh, damn it all to Oblivion." He groaned, letting the bound blade in his hand dissipate as he buried his face in his palm before raising both hands up in a gesture of surrender. If those two bandits had managed to take out Cub and Marassa of all people, then there was no chance that he could take all three on at once in a straight battle. No, best to just give in for the moment and wait for their guards to drop. If worst came to worst, Sovngarde was still an option.
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Once again, Hralvar found himself bound and imprisoned. Well, not exactly imprisoned, per se. But considering that the bandits were still standing guard over them, it amounted to much of the same anyway. They had been like this for hours, but the bandits had at least given them water and some small amounts of food. Considering that the bastards had already taken their septims, Hralvar had no idea why they were still being kept alive, but he wouldn't complain about that. However, the sounds of battle began ringing through the forest, causing the old Nord to perk up, yawning.
"Oh, would you look at that." He muttered to Cub and Marassa next to him. "I'm hoping it's rescue, but knowing our luck, it's probably the dwemer. Who'll then try to kill us anyway. You two up for another fight?"
"Individual men have done it before, Argonian. The Dragonborn, the Champion, and the rest of those heroes, they've all saved Tamriel before. And they damn well didn't do it by giving up and resorting to banditry. Oh no, they fought, just like I plan to. The dwemer are the greatest threat to Tamriel and to everything you know. They massacred innocents in the Imperial City, and they're rolling over the rest of the provinces! Life under dwemer rule would be no life at all, boy. They treat men and beasts as slaves or worse. You think conditions are bad now? They'll be worse if the dwemer win for good." Hralvar scowled, forcing the Argonian back with a shoulder check before whirling around to see Cub calling out to him. Both the orc and the Khajiit lay defeated at the hands of their foes, and the old Nord resisted the urge to rage about the situation he'd been put in.
"...Oh, damn it all to Oblivion." He groaned, letting the bound blade in his hand dissipate as he buried his face in his palm before raising both hands up in a gesture of surrender. If those two bandits had managed to take out Cub and Marassa of all people, then there was no chance that he could take all three on at once in a straight battle. No, best to just give in for the moment and wait for their guards to drop. If worst came to worst, Sovngarde was still an option.
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Once again, Hralvar found himself bound and imprisoned. Well, not exactly imprisoned, per se. But considering that the bandits were still standing guard over them, it amounted to much of the same anyway. They had been like this for hours, but the bandits had at least given them water and some small amounts of food. Considering that the bastards had already taken their septims, Hralvar had no idea why they were still being kept alive, but he wouldn't complain about that. However, the sounds of battle began ringing through the forest, causing the old Nord to perk up, yawning.
"Oh, would you look at that." He muttered to Cub and Marassa next to him. "I'm hoping it's rescue, but knowing our luck, it's probably the dwemer. Who'll then try to kill us anyway. You two up for another fight?"
As Araki left, Fion sighed tiredly, turning to Eldran.
"Alright, so where do you want to st-"
"Fion Seyour?" A man in formal robes entered the estate, bearing the crest of the Sidosa Board on his shoulder. Turning around, Fion's eyes narrowed at the appearance of the Board's representative.
"Feh. Should've known you'd find me eventually. I suppose the Sidosa Board's calling for me to replace my missing mother's spot on the board, then?" He put on a bored tone, wrapping his cloak around himself to hide the fact that he was missing an arm. After some thinking, Fion had already realized that with the rest of the Seyour family missing and most likely dead, he was probably the only one qualified to take his mother's place on the Sidosa Board. Of course, his standing there probably wouldn't last, given how he had no real political power left with the absence of the entire family. Oh, he had the entire fortune of the Seyour house, to be sure, but while money helped, it didn't change the fact that it was the only kind of political pressure he had.
"Precisely." The messenger nodded, pulling a seal out of his satchel and handing it to Fion. "As of today, you are officially a member of the Sidosa Board, with all of the rights and responsibilities that come with it. The Board has already met today, but you will be informed of all further meetings. Good day." And with that, the man left as swiftly as he arrived, leaving Fion glancing at the seal he held with a contemplative look on his face. His standing as a member of the board probably wouldn't last, so he might as well use what he had available to him for the moment to get some answers.
"Eldran, there's something I've got to go look into. Have fun questioning the townspeople by yourself." He forced a grin before abruptly dashing away with wind magic blazing around him, leaving the mage alone.
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A short while later, Fion arrived at the city hall of Cykes, where administrative records were kept and the Sidosa Board met. Entering the building, he walked up to the receptionist, wasting no time in pulling out his newly-acquired seal.
"Fion Seyour, Sidosa Board." He said, not even bothering greeting the receptionist with any niceties. "Which way to the census records?"
"Hallway in the back, third door to the left." The receptionist replied, not at all fazed by the newest board member, especially after dealing with the likes of Corinkarus. Nodding, Fion made his way towards the records, brushing past the guards with a quick flash of his seal. Once he was inside, he made a beeline straight towards the "M" section of the records.
That girl in his dream had called herself Meyer. If his hunch was correct, and she was some kind of vision of the girl his arm had originally come from, then she would be listed in the census. Reaching into the files, Fion began flipping through them, searching for any female with the last name of Meyer.
"Alright, so where do you want to st-"
"Fion Seyour?" A man in formal robes entered the estate, bearing the crest of the Sidosa Board on his shoulder. Turning around, Fion's eyes narrowed at the appearance of the Board's representative.
"Feh. Should've known you'd find me eventually. I suppose the Sidosa Board's calling for me to replace my missing mother's spot on the board, then?" He put on a bored tone, wrapping his cloak around himself to hide the fact that he was missing an arm. After some thinking, Fion had already realized that with the rest of the Seyour family missing and most likely dead, he was probably the only one qualified to take his mother's place on the Sidosa Board. Of course, his standing there probably wouldn't last, given how he had no real political power left with the absence of the entire family. Oh, he had the entire fortune of the Seyour house, to be sure, but while money helped, it didn't change the fact that it was the only kind of political pressure he had.
"Precisely." The messenger nodded, pulling a seal out of his satchel and handing it to Fion. "As of today, you are officially a member of the Sidosa Board, with all of the rights and responsibilities that come with it. The Board has already met today, but you will be informed of all further meetings. Good day." And with that, the man left as swiftly as he arrived, leaving Fion glancing at the seal he held with a contemplative look on his face. His standing as a member of the board probably wouldn't last, so he might as well use what he had available to him for the moment to get some answers.
"Eldran, there's something I've got to go look into. Have fun questioning the townspeople by yourself." He forced a grin before abruptly dashing away with wind magic blazing around him, leaving the mage alone.
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A short while later, Fion arrived at the city hall of Cykes, where administrative records were kept and the Sidosa Board met. Entering the building, he walked up to the receptionist, wasting no time in pulling out his newly-acquired seal.
"Fion Seyour, Sidosa Board." He said, not even bothering greeting the receptionist with any niceties. "Which way to the census records?"
"Hallway in the back, third door to the left." The receptionist replied, not at all fazed by the newest board member, especially after dealing with the likes of Corinkarus. Nodding, Fion made his way towards the records, brushing past the guards with a quick flash of his seal. Once he was inside, he made a beeline straight towards the "M" section of the records.
That girl in his dream had called herself Meyer. If his hunch was correct, and she was some kind of vision of the girl his arm had originally come from, then she would be listed in the census. Reaching into the files, Fion began flipping through them, searching for any female with the last name of Meyer.
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