Saarebas

[High Casual] In death, sacrifice. [Dark Fantasy]

"Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter. Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just. Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow. In their blood the Maker's will is written." The soft, soothing voice of a young woman dawning Chantry robes chanted the words to a small group of soldiers who were bowed in prayer. The crowd gathered around the faired skin priestess who was perched upon a small stand that was placed in front of a roaring fire, its light causing the priestess' shadow to be casted over the gathering of men and women.

As the young woman continued the chant a figure that had been in the shadows leaning against the trunk of a tree at the edge of the group began to steer. It moved from its position in the darkness and into the light of the fire, revealing a grizzled looking man with unruly raven colored hair. It was no other than the Warden Paxton. A slight smile was on the man's lips as he approached the priestess, as he did so a number of the soldiers turned their gaze to him with a expression of awe on their faces.

"Pardon dear sister, I would address the men if you would allow it." Paxton said interrupting the woman, though she seemed more confused by this than upset by it.

"Uh... o-of course Ser Warden." The sister managed as she stepped down from the stand, brushing back a strand of her blond hair. The Warden took the woman's place, elevating him slightly above the rest. Paxton looked over the crowd before him with his sharp amber colored gaze before he cleared his throat.

"Those who oppose thee shall know the wrath of heaven. Field and forest shall burn, the seas shall rise and devour them, the wind shall tear their nations from the face of the earth, lightning shall rain down from the sky, they shall cry out to their false gods, and find silence." Paxton spoke the chant, unlike the sister's the man's voice was not soothing but instead invoking and inspiring. It could be seen the words roused the spirits of troops, they repeated the chant with extra vigor.

Paxton grinned as he stepped down from the stand, giving a slight bow to the now smiling sister who reclaimed her position on the stand. "May the Maker bless you Ser Warden." She said warmly before looking back to the crowd.

The Warden had just walked away from the group, who had returned to chanting with the sister, when a young elven boy ran up to him, slightly out of breath. "Warden Arkwright?" He asked and quickly bowing his head slightly to avoid eye contact, many city elves had developed this habit when speaking to humans as some of the more bigoted took offence of being stared at by so called 'knife ears'. Personally Paxton found it ridicules for someone to be treated poorly for being born different, but as a mage his opinion was quite biased.

"Yes my lad, I am Warden Arkwright. What is it you need?" Paxton said with a soft smile and placing a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder, prompting the elf to meet the man's eyes.

"I was told by Warden Garviel to inform you that he wishes you to meet him by the king's tent and for you to prepare to journey into the Wilds." The elf said in a more relaxed tone than his previous one.

Paxton gave the boy another soft smile before fishing out a silver piece from his pocket and placing it in the elf's hand. "Thank you for the message lad and may the Maker smile upon you." He said, the boy growing a large grin at his reward before running off to deliver the rest of his messages.

The Warden did a quick survey of his limited supplies that consisted of two sword hilts holstered on his waist, a dagger strapped to his leg, a cloth bag containing what little coin he had, and a satchel containing his journal and a few other books for light reading.

With a soft smile on his face that persisted his whole way there Paxton made his quick trip to the King's tent then turned to the sight of his fellow Warden and leader. "Commander." He said placing his fist over his heart and bowing his head slightly. He then turned and offered a slight smile and nod to his sister in arms. "Morven."

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Rin Okumura said
I love the amount of gold you get at the end of that quest line. Edit: charak, what the hell was that song?

Who needs to buy stuff when you are a master thief wood elf?

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With out a doubt my dark brother XD

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Rin Okumura said
Saar, I read your characters personality. Did you get it from Skyrim?

*hugs Rin* Dark Brotherhood For Life!! Hail Sithis!!

Expermental Army

Kane did not nod, make a sound, nor even blink as a sign of acknowledge meant to the doctor. He merely extended his hand forwarded, his palm facing up. A moment latter a black metallic sphere about the size of a baseball appeared floating just above Kane's palm. The pale skinned teen eyed the sphere for a second before it started to deform. It started to bend and extend until it was in the shape of a dagger, it's metallic black surface reflecting little light. A moment latter the dagger bent and reshaped until it was turned into a throwing star. That only lasted for a moment before the throwing star started to bend and reshape until it was in the shape of a small crow, obviously just a statue. Kane looked from the statue floating above his hand to the doctor for a moment before the crow changed into a new shape. This time when it was done a small replica of Vlad, even standing with the same posture as the real one was, was floating over Kane's hand. The teen stared at the doctor for a moment before quickly slamming his hand shut, crushing the statue into nothingness.

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Esterdi said
Is he a standalone real manifestation of nightmare, or does he use his victims' minds to assume shape? (sort of like how the Sorting Hat in Harry Potter works). In the first case, if he were inside Wulfric, upon inspecting himself Wulfric would identify two beings. In the second, only one.Ah, forgot to mention. Wulfric is an alchemical vampire. He is not undead, but fully alive. Has a heartbeat, requires normal food (not only dying emotions), can drown/choke, can have children, etc. And, since he is fangless, he can't bite humans into vampiredom.

He is kind of both, he is at his core a single fear, just one bad dream, but he draws the fears and nightmares out of others and uses them as a sort of fuel so he can do the things he do. I don't want to get into it too much as it will reveal the background that I wanted to slowly unravel through out the RP.

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What would you classify a nightmare as, because that is what he basically is, a collection of fears and nightmares. He was never alive so he can't be dead, alive, or anything between the two. He just is what he is, as he has always been.

Animal Army

Zain had finished righting his tenth line of creative curse words, it read something along the lines of 'You loped eared son of a donkey humper', when Vlad said It was time to get to lunch. "Bout time gramps, I'm wasting away over here."

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Think of him like a nightmare, the only time it has a power over you is when you fear it. Once you don't fear it you can move pass it to better dreams.

Since I sound like a vague prick when I put it that way let me try it this way. Someone doesn't have a fear he can pull from he can't hurt that person, but since most people have some form of fear he rarely has that problem.

As for the teleporting think of it like Slender walking, no going across the country but able to get a few blocks away.

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Name
Sithis, The Outsider, The Void Dweller, The Dream Weaver, The Living Nightmare, He Who Walks The Darkness

Age
"Who can count that high?"

Skills/powers
Sithis is a being of the void, the place the mind goes whenever someone goes to sleep. This meaning he is not rooted in the waking world like other beings, he can freely move between the void and the waking world. He isn't bound by the same rules of reality like most such as he is able to defy gravity allowing him to float in the air or walk up walls, teleport, and even shapeshift. Being connected to the void allows Sithis to tap into people's unconscious mind and find there inner most fears and desires. Sithis is able to pull a persons nightmares out of the void and force them onto his victims.

Biography
"HA HA HA!! I doubt you have the hundred or so years it would take to tell you my story. All you need to know is that the little voice you hear in the back of your head telling you to run, that racing heart beat of yours, that bead of sweat rolling down your neck, all of those lovely things... are me."

Personality
"Well I like long walks on the beach, being under the moonlight, knitting, and unicorns. Once I even took a moonlight stroll by the sea side where I came across a unicorn... which I then stabbed in the neck with knitting needles."

Theme song
"It all just comes so naturally to me."

Other
One of Sithis' favorite forms to turn into is that of a large tainted dragon.
Level 5- Apex Alpha
"Zalgo. He comes.... I wonder what he will be wearing? HOPEFULLY A PINK DRESS!!"