[RP] Skyrim Untold

[SpinelWolf]

~PLOT~


In the land of Tamriel, year 4E 201, the region of Skyrim is on the brink of civil war. With the High King killed two sides have risen to put someone they want on the throne. The Imperial Legion wishes to put the late King’s widow on the thrown and keep ties with the Empire while the rebel Stormcloaks wish for Skyrim’s independence. Tensions are rising and the land divided, it’s only a matter of time before there is massive bloodshed and a full out war started to settle this debate.

But this is not the only thing that plagues the beautiful land of Skyrim, for this year that marks the return of the dragons.

It is a dark time for the northernmost region of Tamriel. Factions struggling to survive and nowhere near their former glory, a nation divided, and dragons terrorizing the land, it would appear that it was close to the end times. However even in the darkest of times there is always a glimmer of hope, for there is also another legend that could bring hope to the hearts of all in Skyrim – the Dragonborn. Known as the ultimate dragon slayer, the Dragonborn could be just the person the land needs. However there hasn’t been one in centuries and some aren’t sure if it’s just a legend or reality.

Will a hero rise to defend Skyrim? Will the land be permanently painted red with the blood spilt with war? Will the mythical Dragonborn appear to fight against the rising dragon threat? No one is certain, and unfortunately only time will tell. This tale has only just begun, and there is not one person who can predict the ending.

~RULES~

All PE2K rules
No god-modding
No bunnying without persmission
Respect players and the choices they make for their characters
Please include a basic header at the beginning of your posts that includes in the least character name and if any of the other roleplayers would be affected by your post. Character location would also be much appreciated
~START~


News in Skyrim spreads like wild fire. Helgen was attacked, and not by bandits or rogue mages. It was completely destroyed by a dragon. Bigger than an inn and as black as night, it appeared out of no where and rained down chaos. Hardly anyone came out alive. Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak escaped from the Imperial Legion during the attack and has returned to Windhelm. Since then there have been more sightings of dragons, but the black one has remained hidden. With no known way to slay a dragon everyone has been a little more on edge.

However the dragons haven't deterred the ongoing civil war. With Ulfric back in Windhelm the war is back on. Both sides are fighting for control over the land, specifically the still neutral Whiterun Hold. While the distractoin of the war has been going factions have still be operating, and some thriving, in the background. For example the Thieves Guild have been rising in power in all the major Holds despite the inner conflicts, a new Arch-Mage has been named at the College of Winterhold, and both the Dark Brotherhood and Companions have been getting in jobs that bring in the coin. Despite these dark times it seems some places are still prospering.

But the thread of the dragons is still present and growing threat. The war is threatening to break out into a full scale massacre of a battle. So far no one person has tried to rise up and return the peace to Skyrim. Can one person reunite the land, or would it take multiple individuals to band together and show everyone that it's possible to get along? It has yet to be seen, but what is certain is that lives are about to change. A few dragons have been scene circling over certain areas in some of the Holds, not yet attacking. Everyone knows, however, it's only a matter of time before the beasts don't just circle overhead and decide to attack.

[Saraibre Ryu]

Gaafaak Sida-Obsian
Weapons Utility Argonian
Riften: Bee and Barb

She sat at an offside table in the Bee and Barb. No one sat with her, though many had seen her before once or twice in the months leading into the new season. Sida-Obsian was the strangest of Argonian’s anyone from anywhere would have had to meet. Her voice differed from the female Argonian tone, which was slightly offsetting to her identity. She was commonly confused with a male. Few had met her, and ironically enough, she was waiting to meet with someone. Hiding under her cloak was promised payment to one of the few people she employed who was still willing to work with her. On her table was a block of bread and cheese, something she did not often obtain on her constant traveling. The few other patrons left her alone and the innkeepers hardly bothered her. Those two being Argonian as well though, often left her on a good footing with them and Sida hardly had any problems.

“I must be getting close… I must do more research before I bother her again.” Sida whispered to herself, quietly pulling off pieces of bread and chewing them slowly in her mouth. “Then if I can find Vahlok… maybe she’d see the sun rising and not setting on our search. I wonder where she is now…”

Sida was getting that inkling feeling that she was close, so very close to finding what she needed to find. Then, perhaps that could convince the mage to be more optimistic about finding their lost friend. The two of them were certainly alone in the world when it came to help, but thanks to the Thieves Guild not asking questions, Sida had some assistance where her friend would not give any. She understood why, but certainly wished she would turn her spirits over to the sunrise once and awhile.

Her thoughts were broken by the proprietor of the Bee and Bard; Talen-Jei, putting down two pints on her table: One a Velvet LeChance for herself, the other a pint of ale. Sida took the special drink and sipped it carefully, knowing this had to have been one of her only times she would get to relax with exotic foods before traveling again. Sida gave a thank you and passed off some extra gold to the other Argonian before he went about his business around the tavern. Sida waited quietly without another word for her contact to arrive, a pint of ale waiting for her.


Valok Charoa
Nord Mage
Helgen
Charoa had left Riverwood hours ago, knowing the she had heard in what only seemed like moments passed. She hadn’t heard the sounds of dragons in a long time, yet suddenly, there was rumor and sparked conversation about them. Even in her sleep she could have sworn to the Divines she had heard one roar in her sleep. If dragons had returned, then that meant something was coming. Were prophecies and legends of which she had read about in her minimal spare time beginning to come true? These thoughts raced through her head as she looked down upon what remained of Helgen. Smoke and smoldering homes that only two, maybe three days ago, stood strong and healthy o protect those within. In the flow of time, it only seemed to take a second to tear it all down. Charoa knew this was not the work of man, not an attack this fast, efficient or even plausible. Though many would have remained skeptical to dragons returning, she knew better. The mage stepped down the rocky, steep hillside and carefully made her way around the main gate, knowing bandits would soon claim this territory for their own and loot it.

Charoa had her shield on her left side, carefully stepping in the ash and over smoking wooden beams and glowing red stone that once held up a watch tower. Only half of it remained overhanging an old house that was beginning to be unable to feed the fires that had consumed almost every bit of it except the bare skeleton of supports and arches. Charoa picked up what potions remained and carefully put them in her satchel. Potions that survived the extreme heat could have been altered thanks to some laws of alchemy. Everything around Charoa felt frail, weak and dying. The heat didn’t seem to bother her, as some nights she would spend hours holding a Flames spell just to keep warm. She had grown a habit of letting the flames just burn off the magical energies of her hand, as she had all the time in the world to practice.

Charoa wasn’t even sure what she was looking for, or why she was even looking. She doubted that there would be any clues as to what she had been searching or in all these years, but with the coming of dragons, maybe this time would be different. She spoke not a word, and listened vigilantly for anyone that might think her presence was otherwise hostile.

[Dragon Master Mike]

this is going to be fun. I am not going to start with all of my characters yet. I still need to find suitable beginnings for them.



Name: Katherine
Location: Helgen
Other:


Race: Nord
Gender: Female

Main Inventory: Two Steel daggers, a steel shortsword, a few health potions,and a handful of lockpicks.
Skills: Light armor, One handed, Sneak, Speech, Lockpicking, Pickpocket

FULL INFO (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1976-SU-DS-Skyrim-Untold&p=34249&viewfull=1#post34249)


Katherine heard the blade come out of its holder before it came anywhere near her. She quickly turned around to see a man holding up a knife. The man was about 6 feet tall, and he was very thin. He wore messy clothes and no shoes. His hair was long and black, and his eyes were brown.

"Don't even bother with the give me your money speech," Katherine said, "I will give you ten seconds to leave before i cut your throat." The man was clearly angered at these words, and without saying anything, lunged his knife towards Katherine. Katherine jumped back and drew her two steel daggers. As the man walked forward to attack again, Katherine swung her dagger at the mans knife. As the two blades made contact, the knife went flying from the mans hand. A second later, she lunged her second dagger into the mans stomach. The man fell to the ground, blood pouring from his stomach. As soon as the man hit the ground, Katherine turned, sheathing her daggers, and continued walking.

After the minor inconvenience of the bandit, Katherine continued walking towards Helgen. Any second she was going to be close enough to see the damages. She was in Whiterun when news of the dragon attack reached her. Having a house in Helgen, she knew she had to assess the damage and see what she could salvage. As the town came into sight, Katherine's hopes of being able to salvage anything at all began to fade. The town was clearly in ruins. Katherine continued into the town. She walked through the barren streets, depressed at what had become of the town she lived in.

"Damn it." Katherine said, looking at the pile of rubble placed where her house once stood. She walked onto the pile, digging through it to try and retrieve what she could. She was able to locate the remnants of her Jewelry box. From it she salvaged a diamond ring. She had stolen the ring, but she had begun to like it, and held onto it. She began to search for the way into her basement, but it was completely covered by rubble. Angered, she climbed off the pile of rubble and sat down next to it. Katherine had kept a chest with her money locked up in her basement, and now it was inaccessible. She had three emergency stashes hidden, one hidden near Riverwood, one hidden near Windhelm, and one hidden near Riften. but these three chests only counted for 5% of her wealth each. The other 85% of her wealth was now buried beyond reach.

She sat for a minute before she noticed noises coming from a nearby fallen guard tower. She sneaked over to investigate. Hiding behind debris from a house, she peaked over to see a woman. Katherine sat and watched the woman, debating whether to confront her or continue on.

[XaiakuX]

Vorgu Soul
Nightingale Mutt
Honeyside

"Dragons? Fantastic. That's what Skyrim needs. We're on the brink of Civil War and suddenly Dragons want to come back from the hole they were hiding in." Vorgu stood after reading a notice from Mistveil Keep. He donned his thieves guild armor, suddenly feeling much lighter, and walked out of his home, locking the door behind him. As he did so, an assassin appeared from seemingly nowhere and attempted to slay the warrior giant. Vorgu didn't even draw his weapon. He stretched his arm out, grasped the skull of his attacker, and tossed him over the railing. The man fell, hit his head over the side of a boat below, and snapped his neck. Vorgu headed to the neighboring Bee and Barb, as the man slowly drowned to death, shaking his head. "They'll need to do better than that.."

He approached the double doors, and already smelled the intense scent of mead mixed with various food. His wolf nose smelled all of it. Even Thieves Guild members he was familiar with. "Suppose I'll announce this news of Dragons to everyone in the Inn.. If they don't already know. That courier seemed in quite a hurry." He entered the building, any attention he gathered quickly doubled as he threw his hands into the air and shouted.

"I, Vorgu Soul, Thane of Riften, come bearing news! The Dragons have risen! .. Or something! Apparently a dragon came out of nowhere and attacked Helgen Keep. Coincidentally, the Imperial Forces were staging the execution of Ulfric Stormcloak when it happened. We are no longer safe in our own homes! .. I guess! The dragons may swoop down and attack at any time! We are all in danger! If you already knew that, then good for you! I'm going hunting! Those brave enough can meet me in the center of town in a couple of hours. I'll give you time to prepare, and I've got some things to discuss with some contacts of mine. Good day!"

He shook his head, again, and walked out. Making his way to the Cistern. The dwelling of the Thieves Guild.

[[Desolate Divine]]

Silvanis
High Hrothgar
Affected RPers: None

Silvanis awoke to soft words.

"You have made an enemy of Ulfric Stormcloak," whispered the voice, "You have my sympathy." Silavnis opened his eyes, seeing a hooded Dunmer standing over his bed, clenching a dagger.

Instinctively, Silvanis shouted the word of power "Wuld". Suddenly he flew across the room behind the Dunmer in the blink of an eye.

"Intruder!" Silvanis shrieked at the top of his lungs. He flicked his forearms, as electricity appeared at his fingertips, crackling.

"Leave now." Silvanis said firmly to the assailant. The assailant remained silent, and advanced towards him, pulling a second dagger from his belt.

Silvanis muttered the incantation for the spell Dragonhide, and ran towards the assailant, grabbing his daggers. If not for the Dragonhide spell, his fingers would have been cut off. However he only received a small scratch on each. The electricity at his fingertips conducted through the daggers, shocking the assailant, who stood back and ran.

Silvanis followed him into the main hallway of High Hrothgar. The assassin ran past Master Skelep, one of the oldest of the greybeards, who muttered something. Eventually the assassin was trapped. In front of him was a group of angry dragon shouters, and behind him a window. The assassin lunged forward at Silvanis...

Silvanis woke up, sweating. The nightmare was an exact reenactment of what happened a week earlier, except the end. In reality, Silavnis had shouted Fus Ro, pushing the assassin through the window. The greybeards searched the mountainside the next morning, but they never found the body. They found imprints in the ground where shattered glass had landed, but none of a body. He must have broken the fall somehow. Probably with a dagger into the side of the mountain to slow him down.

Silvanis began his training as usual the next morning, which was the same as every other day. Learning to master Fus, Ro and Wund. Force, balance and whirlwind.

"Is something wrong Silvanis?" Master Arngeir asked, "There is something off about your Thu'um."

Silvanis stood silent for a second. After thinking about it, he responded.

"I have been here for two years, yet only learnt three words of power." Silvanis responded, "They are good, but isn't it time I learnt more? After all, I was close to being killed last week."

Arngeir frowned slightly. It was never a good sign when a student wanted to learn more before he was ready. Ulfric Stormcloak was an example of that.

"The Thu'um is not meant to be..." Arngeir began.

"Used as a weapon. I know," Silvanis said, "But last week, it was used for defense. A shield isn't a weapon, is it? Besides, my magic is more than capable of being used for offense."

Arngeir remained silent. He knew Silavnis was a good natured boy, however he also knew he was somewhat irresponsible, a trait that came with his young age. Eventually he came to a decision.

"You will be tested on the next full moon. If we believe you have mastered your basics, we will move on to more advanced words. But you must promise to stay focused on the basics until then." Arngeir said, "Do we have a deal?"

Silvanis smiled, and nodded, continuing his training.

Eclipse
Windhelm Jarl's Office
Affected RPers: None

"I have good mind to gut you like the *****ing pig you are!" Eclipse yelled, "Why would you send me after a kid, and not tell me he was an expert mage and dragon shouter! I was almost killed!"

"I thought you would be able to handle a child." Ulfric said, "Or are the Dark Brotherhood lowering their standards on their assassins?"

Eclipse pulled out his dagger, and slammed it into the Jarl's desk. The whole blade sunk into the desk, creating a large crack in the wood. Ulfric's eyes widened slightly.

"I am capable of killing you in a heartbeat, and you are much more capable at shouting than this kid." Eclipse said coldly, "I was not expecting him to be able to knock me through a window with a few simple words. I have never had any grudge with the greybeards. Now they are wanting my head."

"The greybeards never leave their damned mountain anyway." Ulfric said, "And don't expect to be paid for this. You failed your mission, and the Stormcloaks will suffer the longer this boy is allowed to live."

"Don't think I will be going up that god forsaken mountain again any time soon." Eclipse said as he walked to the door of the office, "It took days to come up with enough a plan the first time around. Now that I know what he is capable of, and the Greybeards know I am after him, it will be weeks before I even consider it. If you have anything else you would like to tell me, I will be at the tavern."

Eclipse walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He made his way out of the castle, and walked towards the tavern pulling the hood of his cloak over his face. He couldn't help remembering something said by the greybeards.

"You sicken me. You were meant for so much more.

Eclipse sat by the bar, sipping at his ale, unable to remember if it was his third or fourth. He pondered what the Greybeards said, until eventually the curiosity got the better of him. He was going to High Hrothgar at sunrise. He needed to know what they meant.

Eclipse stood up, and turned around, surprised at who stood before him.

Karliah
Windhelm Tavern
Affected RPers: CM (mentioned Menora)
Karliah stood in the shadows of the castle wall in Windhelm. Few noticed her as they walked past. She had been waiting for about an hour until she saw what she was waiting for. A Dunmer, walking out of the palace, and quickly pulling up his hood. She only caught a glimpse of his face, but it was enough to recognise him. Eclipse.

Karliah followed her old friend towards the tavern, and entered a few minutes after him. She considered approaching him then, but decided against it. She knew he was with the Dark Brotherhood, and could be hostile. While she was a better thief than he was, he was a much better fighter.

After sitting alone at a table for an hour, she counted the drinks he had. After his sixth, she decided to approach him. If he did attack her, he was drunk enough for her to defend herself. She stood up and walked towards him. However he stood and turned around, eyes widening as he recognised her.

"Karliah?"

"It's been a while Eclipse." She responded bluntly, "I've been looking for you."

Eclipse had a puzzled and slightly drunk expression on his face.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" Karliah asked, "Somewhere private?"

Eclipse nodded. He gestured outside the tavern, and walked out, Karliah following. They walked the streets on Windhelm, remaining silent. Karliah thought it was strange, seeing as he used to be somewhat chatty with her. That and he used to insult drunks, which was ironic as, judging by the state of him, he had become one.

After an hour of walking, some of which Karliah thought was in circles, they arrived at Eclipse's house. There was a sign out the front of it, with the words 'Malgrave Manor, home and office of Thane'.

"Thane?" Karliah thought to herself. The man next to her was a thief and if rumours were true, an assassin, as well as a drunk. Why would Ulfric Stormcloak give him the title of Thane?

They walked into the house, and Karliah began to talk, but Eclipse quickly put his index finger to his mouth, silencing her. He walked towards a cupboard and opened the door. Karliah followed closely behind him wondering what was going on. She stood dumbfounded when he pulled his out dagger, and was sticking it into the back. She noticed a hole in the back, which was the perfect size for it. She took the dagger, and stuck it in the hole, twisting it. It was a key. The back of the cupboard slid away, revealing stairs to an other room. Eclipse gestured for Karliah to go down, and followed, closing the panel behind him.

Karliah entered a room and looked around in slight amazement. There was a large square table in the center, and a manakin wearing Eclipse's Nightingale Armour in the corner. One of the walls had three weapon mounts. One with a daedric bow, the other a dagger, and the third empty. One of the other walls contained a map of Skyrim. Pins with pieces of paper covered the wall, linked together by pieces of string. The common pattern was a name and a location in black ink, with 'dead' in red, linked to a name and location in black, and 'paid' in red. It was true, Eclipse was an assassin.

"What are you doing here Karliah?" Said a familiar voice from behind her, "Why were you searching for me?"

Eclipse stood before her. Though his body and coordination were affected by the alcohol in his system, it was obvious by the way he was talking that his mind wasn't affected as badly.

"I want my life back," Karliah said, "After you saved me from Mercer, he fled to the thieves guild. He told them that I killed Gallus, and tried to kill him when he found out. They have wanted me dead for the last twenty five years."

"Wait, what?" Eclipse said, "I thought for sure he would have died from our fight."

"He didn't. Recently I purchased Goldenglow Estate and funded Honningbrew Meadery, in attempt to sever the thieves guild's, and in turn, Mercer's ties with Maven Black Briar." Karliah explained, "I remembered Gallus' journal, and thought that it might have evidence of Mercer's betrayal. I managed to track it down to Gallus' body, in Snow Veil Sanctum."

Eclipse turned to face the map on his wall, eventually finding Snow Veil Sanctum. It was up north, near the town of Winterhold.

"Just after I got the journal, and gave Gallus a proper burial, I had a run in with Mercer and a thieves guild member, a Nord called Menora. I managed to hide, but Mercer turned on Menora, and tried to kill her." Karliah said, "After he left and she fell unconscious, I took her to my camp and treated her wounds. When she woke up, I told her the truth and she has been helping me since."

Karliah made her way to the chair and sat down.

"Menora and I separated recently. She took Gallus' journal to an old friend of his, hoping to get it translated. I am still waiting for her to contact me with the translation." Karliah said, "Even though he has desecrated her temples, and murdered her agents, Mercer is still an agent of Nocturnal. A nightingale. I may be able to convince nocturnal into allowing me to be a nightingale again, and Menora might have what it takes, but it will take more than the two of us to defeat Mercer."

Eclipse was somewhat shocked at what Karliah was saying. She was never one for fighting openly. She was the type to hide in a shadow, and put a poisoned arrow into the back of her enemies. The type to be gone before anyone noticed. But this was different.

"Karliah, this couldn't be happening at the worse time." Eclipse said solemnly, "I have business on High Hrothgar. I leave here tomorrow morning. I don't know what will happen after."

Karliah frowned at her old friend. This wasn't the answer that she was expecting.

"You are choosing to go mountain climbing, instead of helping bring justice to Gallus' killer? This is war!" Karliah sneered, "You were like a brother to Gallus. But I suppose you also weren't a drunk."

Karliah stood up and walked towards the stairs.

"Karliah, wait." Eclipse said loudly. She stopped and turned around. Though she tried to hide it, tears were visible on her face. "I will do it. I will help you. But first, I must see the Grey Beards. They know something important. I need to find out."

Eclipse stood up and walked towards his armour.

"You are right. I am a Nightingale. I need to do this." he said, "I will leave tonight for High Hrothgar, and get there as quickly as I can. Once I have found out what I need to know, I will head to Riften. Go to the Bee and Barb at midnight every night. I will meet you there when I arrive. Find this Menora person that you speak of, and do what needs to be done."

"Thank you," Karliah said solemnly, "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Karliah left the house, finding her horse by the city gate where she left it tethered. Within the hour, Eclipse had donned his Nightingale armour, and rode off into the darkness, towards High Hrothgar. After twenty minutes, he got off his horse and vomited in the bushes on the side of the trail, slightly regretting drinking so much...

Bad post is bad. Hopefully I have more ideas on my next one.

[SpinelWolf]

Menora the True Shot
Riften > The Bee and Barb, Riften
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu, The Operator (mentions Karliah)


With a heavy sign a young nord woman entered Riften. It had been a long couple of weeks for her. She had met Mercer Frey at the Snow Veil Sanctum upon request, she being on of the only available members of the Guild at the time, to search out Karliah. Little did she know what she would learn upon finding the dunmer woman. Now it wasn't unknown that Menora wasn't fond of Mercer, but to learn of what he did that caused the Guild's decline was a surprise to her. Everything he told her about Karliah and what happened with the previous Guild Master's death was a lie. She was glad that she hadn't killed Karlaih on the spot as soon as the poison used on her wore off.

She went and helped Karliah decipher Gallus' journal, and now all she wanted to do was go home, have a nice tankard of ale, and then rest for a while. But she couldn't retire to the Cistern of the Ragged Flagon just yet. While she was away she also did a quick side job for a regular employer on the way back, one that seems like only she and occasionally Brynjolf would work with. With pulling her hood down to reveal her face she walked into the tavern of the city - The Bee and Barb. It wouldn't take her long to find who she was looking for. There weren't that many argonians in Rifen, so when she spotted one more than usual in the tavern she knew it was who she was looking for. The nord couldn't help but smile a bit. This woman sent her on many thieving jobs, and all were fun even if in the end the item she obtained was not exactly what her employer was looking for. She wondered if she'd be sent on yet another job with this meeting or if she could rest before she was to start preparing for Karliah’s arrival. She already sent a courier with the translations to find her in Windhelm, the dark elf saying something about needed to take care of something there.

She casually walked over to the table where the argonian sat, no one paying any mind to her. She allowed herself a seat, already knowing that she was the one the woman was waiting for. "Sida, it's good to see you again," she greeted, noticing the tankard of ale then. "I see you've already ordered me a drink, which I must thank you for. Now tell me, how did the item turn out?"

Menora already had an idea of the answer, but she had to ask. Up to this point it was always the same, but she couldn't be sure. As she listened for the answer to her question she picked up the tankard of ale and took a swig of it, already enjoying it even though it hardly entered her system.

[Saraibre Ryu]

Gaafaak Sida-Obsian
Weapons Utility Argonian
Riften: Bee and Barb
ARPer's: Spinel

Sida was happy to see Menora again, though she looked thoroughly tired despite the enjoyment of her ale. Sida took another swig of her own drink before giving the thieves guild member an answer. However, the Thane of Riften came in, and announced what she had already known. The man was rather imposing though, announcing the arrival of dragons in Skyrim, though his argument that people weren’t safe in their own homes was rather unconvincing. Though hunting, what did the Thane mean? Sida wasn’t sure but she didn’t have time for hunting unknown targets. She was busy hunting her own. The Argonian returned to her friend once all was said and done.

“It was close but once again, I was wrong.” She spoke quietly, now that there was distinct murmur of the talk of dragons once again. Sida reached under her cloak and put a bag of gold off side, so that people who might have been watching couldn’t see the large sum that had been promised to Menora and her guild for her services as she always did.

“I must be straight and honest.” Sida continued, even a bit quieter. “The return of dragons… it may have something to do with the dragons returning, so I may be close… I just need to do more research and investigating. Someone would be able to help me, but she is off on her own tasks, and I have not seen her in ages. Anyway, I will do more research, as to not always send you on, as they say ‘wild goose chases’ constantly.”

Sida took another sip, looking at Menora quickly, and noticed something seemed a bit off. “I do not mean to pry, but something seems to have you in a darker place than usual friend. If there is anything I can do…”

Valok Charoa
Nord Mage
Helgen
ARPer's: dragonmaster

Charoa sifted through the houses along the wall, picking up potions or enchanted items that she knew were incapable of being used properly by a dimwitted bandit. There was the sound of shuffling in the distance, and she could have sworn she heard someone speak. The mage ignored it for now, knowing it was far off and in the position she was in, it would be near impossible for an arrow to harm her with the debris in the way. She could feel the heat, and the coldness of death around her; senses you picked up when raising the dead was a regular thing to scare off those from your camp for the night.

After leaving another string of homes, Charoa thought she heard a distant groan of pain, and a soft thud. Knowing there were other bandits around, they could have been turning on themselves, or there was another scavenger of skill around who was being bothered by them. Charoa made her way to the guard tower again, no one being inside of it but rather than using up time, she conjured up a Clairvoyance spell, and placed her hand on the stony wall. There was a brief moment of silence, before another moment of waiting. Soon Charoa removed her hand from the wall. There was nothing. She moved on and sat down on a stone that was still rather warm from the fires around it, a shield still on her arm. Closing her eyes she meditated for a minute, trying to see if there were any clues to what she was looking for within her vicinity.

Then, Charoa felt something within the heat of the surrounding ruins. It was cold, but within that cold was a burning sensation, dimmed with a much more heavy feeling. Charoa knew that feeling, she was very familiar with it, and had carried it with her for a long time. Disappointed though, that this feeling and what she had found, was not what she was looking for. She couldn’t tell where exactly the thing she found was, or what it was, but something was there. She wasn’t sure if it was hostile or not, but she had hoped it wouldn’t provoke her into becoming one of the people here with hostility. Charoa always could sense when eyes were upon her, at least at the last second she could.

“I have no quarrel with you.” Charoa spoke aloud, hopefully loud enough so that whatever was around, watching her would have heard her. “Leave peace with peace and so it shall be. Though if one mourns for too long over a grave, the value of what was lost may never be regained.”

Charoa didn’t expect what, or who it was to understand her riddling speak. All she knew that whatever she had sensed had lost something. Being a mage of her caliber, she was able to do at least that with a combination of simpler spells; those being Clairvoyance and Detect Life. However the combination did not go as well as she had planned, but blamed it on her lack of proper focus. Whether this entity decided to harm her or not, was an entirely different story. Charoa took a few steps before stopping just as an arrow zipped past her shoulder. The mage turned around and saw another haphazardly clothed bandit with a raised hunting bow in his arms. Charoa raised her dragon scale shield, hiding the now frosted hand behind it, watching her current assailant prepare another shot, albeit more quickly this time.

“I might have a lit’le quarrel with your heavy pockets mage!” She heard him yell, firing another arrow that only made a slight tinking sound as it hit Charoa’s shield.

Charoa moved her shield and cast her hand forward, a fierce Frost Bolt racing through the air as it hit the Bandit square in the neck, forcing him over the other side of the wall. Charoa did not know if he was surely dead or not, but she didn’t care. Peace for peace, was that really so hard to understand? She knew the answer to that question, and no, no one seemed to understand those words. The frost faded from her right hand, and she continued on her way. She was fairly certain, the bandit was not what she detected before, but she could have been wrong.

"My pockets aren't even full."

[Dragotech]

Blackthorne
Argonian Thief
Riften
Affected Rpers: Saraibre Ryu, Spinelwolf (entering the same area)

Blackthorne stared at a sack sitting on her desk. She questioned whether to sell off its contents now, or go for a swim, get a drink, and do it later. She resolved by deciding to take the sack, go fro a swim, get a drink, and then head to the local fence.

She slid her thieves guild attire over her current wear. She checked her equipment and brought it out with her. She snagged the bag around her tail.

She set her gear down and jumped right off into the waterway. She swam downward eyes closed. Took a few steps on the bottom and felt something odd. She opened her eyes and took a look. The sight of a dead man beneath her feet gave her quite a shock. She was up back on the lower wooden dock in front of her house. She muttered to herself. She slid her amulet over her head and onto her neck. She checked that her rings were there. She slid them onto her fingers. She belted on the Twin Rippers and slid Soulsplinter into her boot. She strapped on her bow and set her arrows. She put on her satchel of hot merchandise.

She jumped up and grabbed the upper dock and pulled herself up onto it. She cocked her head to the side eyeing the Bee and Barb. She jumped and snagged the railing on the other side and rolled over it landing on the wooden planks in front of the establishment.

She entered and sat down without so much as a look around and ordered a White-Gold Tower and set some gold on the table. Talen-Jei brought the beverage and picked up the gold.

Blackthorne sipped the beverage and looked around in front of her. She couldn't see anyone particularly interesting before her, so she gulped down the rest of the drink and stood up.

[Dragon Master Mike]

I suck at grammar. I'm supposed to start a new paragraph every time someone new talks right?


Name: Katherine
Location: Helgen
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu
FULL CHARACTER INFO (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1976-SU-DS-Skyrim-Untold&p=34249&viewfull=1#post34249)

Katherine continued watching the woman. She did not notice she had been found until the woman spoke. Confused at her words, Katherine began trying to figure out what she meant. Katherine could not find any meaning in these words, though she wanted to figure out what they meant. She was about to stand up, giving her position away when she heard words again. These words came from another source however. Katherine poked her head up from behind the pile of rubble to see the woman now held a shield. She saw a man shooting arrows down at her. Katherine was debating if she should help or not when the woman held out her hand. From the hand Katherine watched a bolt of frost shoot.

"So she is a mage" Katherine thought. She watched as the woman's attacker fell over the wall. Katherine wanted to know what this woman's words meant, and knew the only way to find out was to ask.

"That was impressive" Katherine said, stepping out from behind the pile of debris.



Name: Uriel
Location: The Bannered Mare, Whiterun
ARPers: None
FULL CHARACTER INFO (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1976-SU-DS-Skyrim-Untold&p=34249&viewfull=1#post34249)

"So, Dragons huh?" Uriel said to the Innkeeper in response to the talk of the winged beasts.

"Hard to believe isn't it." The Innkeeper said in response.

"It is." Uriel responded. "You didn't happen to hear where i might find one of these dragons have you?"

"Cant say i have." The Innkeeper said. "And even if i could tell you where to find one, you would be stupid to try and take it on yourself.

"Your right" Uriel responded, seeing how dumb he was for thinking he had any chance of killing one. "I'm going to have to find help before i have any chance of killing a dragon. I have to find one first though." After finishing talking, Uriel turned and walked towards the center of the Inn.

"Has anyone here heard anything of the possible location of one of these dragons?" He said, looking around at everyone.

[Grsspkmnmaster]

Azahb El-Amin
Redguard Wanderer
Falkwreath, Falkwreath Hold

The tall darker traveler breathed in deep through his nostrils as he passed under the bridge which led into the first town he'd seen in a few days. Since he'd set out from Elinhir, he'd only seen a few travelers, all bursting with the latest news from Skyrim. Dragons! Skeptical at first, he had simply continued on, but the frenzied news kept getting repeated. Through all his travels through most of Tamriel, he had never seen a dragon before, and given the legends and tales he'd heard, it was probably better than way. The supposed Harbingers of the end times, if you believed the old Akaviri legends, older than even the proud Nords themselves. The few battle-songs of the orcs which even existed also had one dedication to the dragons, fearsome beasts which could even crumble the mighty Malacath. There was nothing good about dragons in any of the Sagas, except for the few times where the mightiest mortals were able to fell a single dragon with whole armies of heroes at their disposal. If the legends were true, and if the dragons really had returned...

The colder climate brought him back to where he was mentally, as he strode through the town, small flakes of snow drifting lazily to the ground. He tugged on the elk-hide cloak on his shoulders tighter around his chest. Though he was more accustomed to the cold than most other Redguard, it still brought initial chills after crossing the border from Hammerfell to Skyrim. He looked around as he walked through town, gazing at familiar sights and buildings, although he barely knew most of the people he passed by. Falkwreath was a funny little town, encircled almost entirely by pines, except for the graveyard. It seemed to have an effect on the people living here, everyone he passed seemed to lifelessly shuffle past, strangely immune to the fresh cold. He finally turned into the Dead Man's Drink, almost always his first stop in Skyrim. A good drink was almost always the start of a good adventure. After all, how many good tales started with the lines, "It all started in a warm tavern on a dark stormy night..." Too many, now that he thought about it briefly, walking up the wooden steps in a rush, already excited to wrap his lips around a nice Blackbriar Mead.

The sturdy pine door pushed open, creaking a little on the hinges as he stepped into the warmth of the inn. Unslinging his pack from his back for the first time all day since he'd shouldered the burden this morning, he walked up to the counter, where the lovely Valga Vinicia stood. He always remembered her, an Imperial out of Cyrodil who had escaped the wars only to land in Skyrim, and even more ironically in the one city well known for it's graveyard. Average height for a lady, skin which was darker than the average Nord not much lighter than what he was accustomed to. Her hair rested just above her shoulders, a little grey from the years of living in a dead town. He'd asked her more than once to come with him. Though she was certainly beautiful in her own right, she had made it clear that adventuring wasn't something for her. He walked over towards the counter.

"Well, Valga my darling, it looks like your wonderful tavern has made my list of places to visit again."
"And yet the guards haven't noticed you well enough to keep you out of town," she teased.

Yeah, it's good to be back.

[[Desolate Divine]]

Karliah
Riften
Affected RPers: Spin, Sabi, Argo

Karliah dismounted near the gate, tethering her horse, and pulling up her hood. It had been 8 hours since she left Windhelm and a long time since she had been to Riften, and she didn't think that the thieves guild would take to kindly to her presence. She entered the city cautiously, making sure to avoid drawing attention to herself, and made her way towards the bee and bard.

Once inside, she made her way to the counter, whilst scanning the inn for Menora. After a few seconds, she found her and made eye contact, nodding slightly, and trying not to get the attention of the person sitting opposite her.

"I'd like to rent a room for night." Karliah said, pulling a few gold coins from her coin purse and placing them in the counter.

"Only the attic is free." the bartender said, handing her a key.

"If you want to earn a few extra coins, you can do me a favour," Karliah said, pulling out two more gold coins, "If you can get that Nord over there to see me in the attic as soon as possible, without her acquaintance coming as well. Just tell her a friend wants to speak to her."

Karliah left the two coins on the counter, and walked up to the attic, looking back to see the bartender walk towards Menora. She found her room, and pulled out the translations of the journal that had arrived via courier on her way to Riften. What they contained was exactly what she needed.

Eclipse
High Hrothgar Base
Affected RPers: None

It had taken 6 hours to arrive at the foot of High Hrothgar. However what Eclipse saw when he arrived at the town of Ivarstead was shocking to say in the least. He head heard rumours of dragons in Skyrim, but nobody could have prepared for this.

The dragon landed on the roof of a house, digging its claws into the straw roof and shredding it. It opened its large mouth, releasing flames and igniting a nearby house. The guards fired arrows at the Dragon, who didn't seem to be affected.

Eclipse rode through the town, narrowly avoiding being hit by the dragons tail. Running into a fight with a giant lizard wasn't his idea of a good time. He had almost made it to the other side of the town, until he saw a shadow appear over him, and the dragon land in his path. Eclipse pulled on the reins, as his horse came to a halt.

The dragon opened its mouth and released a jet of flame, which Eclipse and his horse narrowly missed. He rode between two buildings, and tied his horse to one of them, drawing his daggers. He jumped onto the wall and pulled himself onto the roof of the building. He ran, and jumped off the edge, landing on the end of the wing, where it connected to the body.

Eclipse jammed a dagger into it, hoping to do as much damage as possible. The dragon roared in agony and knocked him off, attempting to fly away. However its wing was too damaged to fly properly, and only managed to push itself into a nearby house. He ran towards the dragon, who lunged at Eclipse. Eclipse jumped out of the way, and stuck his left dagger through the bottom jaw of the dragon, and his right into the throat of the dragon. After a few seconds of struggling to breath, the dragon went still.

Eclipse cleaned the blood off his daggers, and sheathed them walking to his horse and untethering it. He mounted it, and rode past the dragon, towards the base of High Hrothgar. Suddenly the dragon was enveloped in light, as its flesh burnt away, leaving only a skeleton. Powerful winds appeared, centered on Eclipse, leaving him dumbfounded.

"What the hell just happened?" Eclipse said to himself. He turned his horse towards the mountain, and set off, towards the peak.

[XaiakuX]

Vorgu Soul
Riften
ARPers: The Operator

He strolled through the brick path, enjoying the breeze and cooler weather of the Rift. It was warmer than Whiterun, but it felt a lot better than Windhelm by the tales he'd heard. Windhelm, somewhere he needed to venture in the near future. "After this hunt, I'll take a trip up north. Maybe I'll go to Helgen first. Then to Whiterun. Not sure how my fellow companions will take to my return. I won't blame them if they're hostile. I left them to worry about me for months, and now years. This is something I must do, regardless. Aela has been wanted to see me, again. I'll do that.."

He looked over the railing to see a corpse floating in the water. He chuckled, then directed his attention to a Riften Guard. "Hey," he announced in a clear and direct tone, "do you often leave corpses in our river? Get him out of there, and deliver to me all of his coin." He continued towards the secret entrance to the cistern. Something made him pause at the temple of Mara. He gazed upon the architecture, and proceeded onwards. "Riften is a really weird city. A land of thieves, political vendettas, and constant crime and murder. Yet people come here to get married." He thought aloud, and proceeded onwards, not really minding anyone who overheard his thoughts.

After a short walk, he entered a grave yard, and heard a familiar entity call his name. It was Nocturnal, once again surely to hum one of her many demands in his ear. "What do you want, fair entity, I'm busy."

"Silence, fool! This message is directed to all of my Nightingales! There is a strange new energy being emitted. A force unlike anything I've felt in a very long time. Do keep your eyes open, and your ears. I would hate for one of you to die unexpectedly.. again," she spoke in a harsh yet uncertain tone. Just as quickly as she appeared, she vanished from the minds of her Nightingales.

Vorgu pondered briefly. Could it be the dragons? That isn't all so unknown. Also, Nightingales? Plural? What is this? Who died? What an unholy mess. Many questions, yet that hag didn't have the time to answer any of them. Thanks a lot, Nocturnal. Thanks a whole lot. He proceed into the chamber that held the secret entrance to the Cistern. Where he descended into the Hide Out of the Thieves Guild.

[SpinelWolf]

Menora the True Shot
The Bee and Barb, Riften
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu, The Operator, Dragotech


Menora wasn't surprised the item wasn't exactly what the argonian was looking for. Every item she had been sent to get look closely alike. Though she did feel a bit disappointed for the other woman. To feel something being so close yet to find that the lead that you were chasing was a dead end, it's not a good feeling. She accepted the bag of gold, quickly putting it in one of the many pouches she has with her guild attire. With her slight of hand only those looking for it could see her movement.

She listened as Sida then mentioned about the return of dragons. She has made it clear that she'll help her out, so she felt no need to again offer her aid. By this point the argonian knew how to reach her. Though she did have to chuckle at the end of the other woman's speech. "You do know I rather enjoy these "wild goose chases" you send me on. It's always good to get away for a while," she replied.

When the argonian mentioned that there must be something bothering her, Menora took a swig of ale before she replied. "To be honest, things within the guild are not great. And I'm not talking about the string of bad luck most of us seem to have." She looked around, spotting another argonian entering the inn as well as a hooded figure going to the upper floor. It was then that Keerava, the argonian bartender of the Bee and Bard, approached her and said that a friend wished to speak with her.

Should have known, the nord though, turning back to her companion after making sure no one else was listening to them. "A turning point is about to be reached. Either it'll help the guild become stronger, or it will tear us apart. Hopefully it's the former. I'll go into more detail when we can meet in private, but I must meet with my other companion before returning to the Cistern. I'm not sure how long I'll be, so I won't ask you to wait for me to finish."

It was then Menora got up and approached the other argonian who entered, deciding to speak with her before going upstairs. "Blackthorne, do me a favor will you?" she asked, rather cheery despite the situation. She knew it was a failing attempt to show nothing was wrong, having worked with this thief for a while now. "I just got in a payment for the guild, so will you take it to the Cistern for me? I'm meeting with someone and I'd rather the gold get to the guild as soon as possible. My payment has already been taken out."

There was another reason why she wanted Blackthorne in the Cistern. Soon the whole guild needed to know about what had happened at the Snow Veil Sanctum, so she wanted her guild mate to be present so she didn't have to be filled in later. With another quick slight of hand she slipped the bag of gold to the other thief before saying a quick "see ya later" and heading for the next floor.

It really didn't take her long to find the dark elf who asked for her company. She saw her with the translations around her. Now the nord hadn't looked over them herself, so she as clueless of their content. Either way, she purposely made her presence known to the other woman before she spoke.

"Glad to see you made it to Riften unharmed, Karliah," she said, her tone now taking on a more serious and business tone. After all, what they needed to discuss was something that wasn't to be taken lightly. "Were the translations what you were looking for?"

[Dragon Master Mike]

Katherine: Waiting on another players post to continue


Name: Uriel
Location: Whiterun
ARPers: None
FULL CHARACTER INFO (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1976-SU-DS-Skyrim-Untold&p=34249&viewfull=1#post34249)

"Fine then" Uriel thought in response to the blank stares and silence evoked by his question. After buying a bottle of Ale, he walked out of the bannered mare onto the streets of Whiterun. He decided that his best lead so far for tracking down one of these dragons was to head to Helgen. Before he did, he decided he needed to buy some health potions. He went into Arcadia's Cauldron and picked up four health potions. He then proceeded to walk out the main gates. He headed in the direction of Riverwood, and from there he planned to reach Helgen.

[[Desolate Divine]]

Karliah
Bee and Barb
Affected RPers: Spin

Karliah nodded.

"I haven't read through them completely. Just skimmed." She said, "But it says that Mercer has been stealing from the guild for years."

Karliah remained silent for a moment, before speaking again.

"I suppose I should tell you why I was in Windhelm." Karliah said, "I was looking for an old friend. Eclipse. He was part of the Theives Guild, and one of the few people I know that was capable of matching Mercer in combat. He is a Dark Brotherhood Assassin now."

Karliah walked over to the window and looked at the entrance to the Ratway. Through the maze of the Ratway used to be a place she could call home. But not any more.

"I say we wait until Eclipse arrives before we confront the Guild." Karliah said, "He is getting here as soon as he can, and honestly we could use all the help we can get."

[Saraibre Ryu]

Gaafaak Sida-Obsian
Weapons Utility Argonian
Riften: Bee and Barb
ARPer's: Spinel/TheOperator/Dragotech

Sida breathed a mild sigh of relief when Menora told her she wasn’t bothered by her constant tasks. She knew others might not have been able to handle her persistence, which may have been why her friend was not travelling with her at the time. The news of something troubling her though, wasn’t news Sida wanted to be right about. As Menora had to leave, Sida nodded, and waved her hand at Menora.

“Please do not allow me to hold you up. I will be in Riften until before dawn my friend.” Sida commented, continuing to drink her drink in the meantime.

When Menora had gone, Sida took out a coin, and an oddly carved stone, fiddling with them between her scaled fingers. The stone had a fine chain attached to it, with a similar stone that was polished down into a smaller size at the end. The Argonian sighed, knowing she had to have been close to what she was looking for. Perhaps there was some glaringly obvious detail she was missing? A legend maybe to lend a hint to her quest, or someone who knew something more than she did about what she was looking for. She knew she couldn’t ask though, not that direct. Only one special case could break that rule of her faction.

Sida pocketed her stone and coin, and went to finish the last of what was in her flagon.


Valok Charoa
Nord Mage
Helgen
ARPer's: dragonmaster

Charoa lowered her dragonscale shield, and went to turn when she was spoken to. She turned her head only at first, realizing that this person was the person she was sensing before. At least her intuitive spells weren’t failing her too much. Her claim that Charoa’s spell was impressive though didn’t fall on a pleasing ear to Charoa. She knew it was a compliment, meaning that this person may have not seen magic often, if at all. Nevertheless, it was a compliment, and Charoa wasn’t going to be rude about it.

“Thank you. For my standards, I would hope so.” Charoa replied to the woman, clearly not one of the common bandits around her.

Charoa spoke slowly, as she rarely had spoken in the past month. If it was, it was to someone farther away from herself than she was. She turned towards another tower, being mindful of any more arrows that were about to come her way. She had to at least scan the entire remains of the city before leaving. It’s not as if she had anything better to do at the moment. She had a feeling she needed to be here longer, something she was bound to find despite her lack of optimism of actually finding it. She then turned back to the stranger.

“You seem to be one to leave peace with peace... something I cannot say of many of Skyrim these days.” Charoa commented to the woman. “You seem to have questions though.”

[Dragotech]

Blackthorne
Argonian Thief
Riften
Affected Rpers: The Operator, Spinelwolf, Saraibre Ryu, XaiakuX

Blackthorne shrugged as she took this small quest from her friend. She left the Bee and Barb and dived over the railing into the water. "Watch where you splash, lizard." The Argonian took a minute to eye the guard before swimming off. She jumped up out of the water and entered the Ratway. She took a moment to think. "Was that Karliah in there?" She didn't dwell on it. Instead she stopped short seeing the bridge was out of its downward position.

She took a moment to stare at the raised bridge. She muttered to herself. "I do not have time for thiss." She backed up and sprinted. She leapt and steered right. She grasped the railing and pulled herself up. She hit the lever letting the bridge down with a thud. Pleased, she turned around and ran around the corner and narrowly missed a sweeping greatsword. "I thought they cleared the ratss out of the tunnel already," she hissed at the thug. "You'll make a nice pair of boots!" He said swinging the oversized bar of iron. She jumped and kicked down on the blade. The sword rang as it struck the stone ground. She jumped off. "Thiss one iss a little sslow," she taunted. The thug raised his blade high, the Argonian sidestepped the vertical slash. She punched his face twice and jumped back. "I'll kill you, you Argonian..." She stopped his sentence there with a kick to his throat. "You may want to leave before I get angry." The quite angered thug raised his sword once more. The Argonian fetched Soulsplinter from her boot. She leapt into the thug impaling the muscle of his neck. She jumped back. The thug dropped to his knees holding his neck. He soon realized he wasn't dyeing. The shiv had pierced only muscle. "You sstill ssure you want to play thiss game?" Blackthorne smirked. The thug stood up clutching his greatsword once more. Blackthorne put away her shiv and drew the Twin Rippers. The Falmer crafted axes gave off a red glow as she clutched them. She kicked the thug back as he was swinging his sword. She swung her axes down. They struck between the thug's ribs. He burst into flames before she knocked him off of her axes. The thug made an attempt to crawl away. "Not dead... Hmmm... Sssuch pitiful condition... you won't be fun anymore." She threw a health potion at him and walked on her merry way into the Ragged Flagon.

She targeted Tonila and sold off her hot wares quickly. She took a moment to sit with Dirge. She learned that Brynjolf was in the Cistern, and that Brynjolf did not appreciate her last prank.

She stepped into the cistern. She swept the room with her eyes. Rune, Vorgu... She called off a few more names to herself. Her eyes stopped on Brynjolf standing at Mercer's desk... She crouched down and snuck up behind where he was standing at the desk.

"You will need to do better than that." Brynjolf snarled. Blackthorne straightened up. "Menora wanted me to act as a courier for the payment of her lasst job." Brynjolf looked over his shoulder. "This isn't another of your childish pranks is it?" "Nope... By the way... how was that ale?" "The one laced with Netch Jelly? It was warming and delicious," Brynjolf scowled. Brynjolf accepted the coin. Blackthorne took a few steps back and turned away. She walked over sat on a chair and lay her head on a table.

[Dragon Master Mike]

Name: Katherine
Location: Helgen
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu

"I do have questions." Katherine said. "if one mourns for too long over a grave, the value of what was lost may never be regained. This is what you said, correct? What does this mean?” Katherine looked at the woman, Hoping for an answer rather than another puzzle for her to solve. She looked over towards the direction of a sound she thought she heard, but quickly dismissed it as imagination.

Name: Uriel
Location: Riverwood
ARPers: Myself


After an hour of travel, Uriel reached Riverwood. He walked through the streets, not stopping anywhere. He was determined to make it to Helgen quickly. As he walked through the streets, he began to notice a sound. He quickly looked around, but decided the sound was simply his imagination. Within a minute however he was proven wrong. He looked up to see a dark shape on the horizon.

"What is that" Uriel thought. "By the nine divines..." He said out loud as the realization hit him. "Dragon! Everyone get down!" He shouted. For a few seconds, people just looked at him and stared. This was until they saw the black shape begin to move over the town. Panic began to spread. People began rapidly clearing the streets. Uriel drew his sword, preparing to fight the dragon. He hoped for the support of the town guards, but if it came down to it he was prepared to fight the dragon on his own. He waited for the dragon to land, or for it to come back and begin attacking again, but it didn't. It flew off, out in the direction of Helgen. Uriel put his sword away. People began to calm down, watching the dragon as it flew away. Uriel decided he would follow it, but he could not take it on alone.

"People of Riverwood," Uriel began, "I am looking to hunt this dragon, but i require assistance. I am looking for people to aid in my hunt. Anyone who helps may take a cut of the beasts scales, bones, teeth, and anything else we can get from it." As he finished, a few people began to step forward. Three town guards stepped forward. "Is this it?" Uriel asked. At the last minute, a woman stepped forward.

"I would like to come.I wont be able to do very much in the way of combat, but this could be a good chance to study one of these beasts up close. I am also a healer, so if anyone is injured i may be able to help." The woman said.

"Feel free to come along" Uriel said. "Its time to leave, everyone who is coming follow me, we are going to Helgen.

Name: Kara
Location: Riverwood
ARPers: Myself

"Checkmate" Kara said, looking up from the chess board at her friend, Iris.

"You are too good at this." Iris said.

"I don't think-" Kara began to say when she was cut off by a shout from outside.

"Did someone just say there is a dragon?" Iris asked.

"I don't know. Let me go look" Kara said, standing up. She doubted there was a dragon, but she figured she would go see what the yelling was about. She proceeded to walk to the front door. She opened it, stepping out. She was shocked to see the shape of the winged beast flying overhead. She watched, debating what to do. Before she could decide, she realized that the dragon was not attacking. It was just passing over. Katherine looked back at Iris, who was now standing a few steps behind her. Looking forward, a man began to talk about hunting the dragon down.

"I would like to come," Kara said, looking back at Iris to see a face of shock, "I wont be able to do very much in the way of combat, but this could be a good chance to study one of these beasts up close. I am also a healer, so if anyone is injured i may be able to help."

"Feel free to come along" The man said.

"I will be back." Kara said, looking back at Iris. Kara proceeded to follow the group the man had formed towards Helgen.

[Dragotech]

Norik Oakskin
Breton Vampire
Lakeview Manor
Affected Rpers: N/A

Norik sat at a table. He was enjoying a fine red wine brewed from thirty-two years of hard work. There was no point at letting it go to waste after the man's untimely death. At the other end of his table was seated a Flame Atronach. They conversed about things such as the constellations of the night sky, and the sun during the day. Things that were and were not in the plains of Oblivion.

It was every once in a while Norik would put his hand up and release a purlple flash of Magicka to extend his friend's stay. Norik set his glass down as he heard the sound of boots approaching. He took a look and stood up. He was wearing simply his pants. His usual armor was set aside in his house. He picked up his shield from its current perch behind his chair. He walked down towards the sound watching three bandits prepare to attack. He was hardly impressed. He saw a man brandishing a steel warhammer and wearing a set of iron armor. Another man held a sword and an axe and wore fur armor. The last was an archer in fur armor. He readied an arrow and set it loose.

A ping was heard as Norik moved his shield and placed it in the path of the projectile. Norik bounded forward. He smacked the tank back with his shield, and he kicked the archer. In the meantime he ducked from the first swing of the dual wielder. He jumped back letting loose a fireball into the dual wielder. The man fell back from the concussive force. He threw his hand up and conjured a sword. He pounced the man and stabbed him through with the phantasmal blade. He dispersed it on the way past. He turned again causing another arrow to ping off his shield.

He slammed into the archer and smacked him with the steel trimming surrounding the shield. He turned while the tank prepared to smash him. Norik bashed him causing him to stagger. Norik released a Fireball at point-blank-range. He burst into flames as well as the tank. He asked Mara for strength. His own flames hurt, but Mara provided to her agent. The tank was burnt and bewildered. Norik conjured his blade once again and cut at the man. The man hit the ground mortally wounded and bleeding to death. Norik turned to the archer. Again the ping was heard. Norik marched up to the man. His fangs became steadily more visible.

The man's screams soon ceased. Norik returned to his table. "You know... You could have helped at any time." The Atronach made a sound like chuckling. "I was sure you had it covered." The Atronach began to fade as Norik threw up his hand and extended her time.

Gorvesh Hammerfist
Orc Tank
Bandits' camp
Affected Arpers: N/A

Gorvesh took a long look at his next target. The bandits of this camp continued their daily routine of scumbaggery and other shenanigans. He counted five. A male wearing heavy steel armor acting as the leader. Two male subordinates, one wearing a few iron pieces with his fur attire, the other in fur attire. Two female subordinates were in fur armor. He tried to consider their weapons. The leader had a steel battleaxe. One of the males had a steel sword and an iron shield. The other had just a steel war axe. One of the females had a bow and some arrows. The other had a knife and seemed to work an alchemy table. He assumed a mage.

He took a look at the paths he could take. He decided on the most direct route. He grabbed a hold on his own battleaxe. It was forged of the finest steel crafted by the best smith Whiterun had to offer at one of the grandest forges in Skyrim. It held a shock enchantment to provide extra potency.

He sprinted off towards the entrance. He slammed his battleaxe into the inferior male whose only weapon was the war axe. The man dropped without a sound... which was irrelevant because of Gorvesh's excessively loud warcry. The other four were alerted immediately. They sprung into action immediately. The archer readied her arrow. Gorvesh turned and sprinted. The arrow hit the edge of his tempered armor. It ricocheted off of the side leaving barely a dent. The archer readied a second arrow before her frame was collapsed by the might of a battleaxe. He turned the mage hurled frost and fire at him. He dashed forward his anger climaxing. The pain hurt less and his arms swung with more might. The mage was gone about the time it started its assault. The other subordinate male was surprised at the Orc's ruthlessness. He tried to block with his shield but his block was broken by a diagonal swing, and he was broken by the following horizontal swing.

He took a look for his final opponent. The leader ran up wielding his battleaxe. It glowed with Magicka. The two sized each other up for a moment. They both were in heavy armor. They both carried enchanted battleaxes. The major difference was... one was practically berserk and the other was short a few team members.

Gorvesh swung first. His opponent parried with his axe. A bolt sprung from it and his opponent took a brisk shock. His opponent swung and Gorvesh copied his action. The Orc felt a icy chill move through him. The Orc swung again. This blow struck armor. It didn't cleave through but caused some bleeding from the man's side. Gorvesh took a hit in his shoulder. His armor dented enough to cut him. Blood dripped from them both. The Orc didn't show much notice. He swung his axe and trapped it against the other one. He threw his axe effectively disarming both of them. He resorted to his fists. His first blow to the mans armored face was brutal. The man fell back. It was obvious that he managed to break his opponent's nose through the armor. The other man tried a punch, but that was deflected and another punch was delivered by the Orc. His opponent felt his fist striking his armor. His opponent was grounded for a moment. Gorvesh picked his axe off the ground and brought it down. The vertical strike cleaved through the man's armor. He walked away as his opponent died. Gorvesh would be returning to Whiterun to collect that bounty now.

[Saraibre Ryu]

Valok Charoa
Nord Mage
Helgen
ARPer's: dragonmaster

Charoa was somewhat happy the stranger had quoted her nearly word for word. It meant she was somewhat good at listening, if not for curiosity's sake. She took a moment to sense if there was anyone else within earshot that would overhead them, but she didn't sense any other magic users in the vicinity.

"The words I spoke mean many things to whoever may be listening. My intended translation of my words was that of when you were over top where a structure once stood." Charoa cryptically explained. "If one has something of value, that is still, but out of reach, some other eyes and hands may be able to find ways of getting to it first. You are best to return-"

Charoa paused, feeling something was drawing near. It was an unfamiliar, but familiar feeling at the same time. She gripped her shield in hand, scanning the skies as she felt the energy emanating from there. She wasn't entirely sure why, but the mage knew something was coming. Her free hand began to spark with the powers of fire, not aimed at the stranger, but preparing for any attack that might sneak up on them.

"Something comes this way..." She whispered, edging toward one of the near by stone walls. "Be on your guard..."

OOC: I've let Spinel know that I'll try to keep the RP moving along somewhat as best I can, so I'm 99% sure it's fine if we proceed with me overlooking the dragon attack. You can make it hit us whenever you're ready dragonmaster.

[Dragon Master Mike]

Name: Katherine
Location: Helgen
ARPers: Saraibre Ryu

As the woman spoke, Katherine began to understand. She needed to find a way to get her money that had been buried in the rubble of her house.

"I-" Katherine began to say when the woman paused. She was cut off by the womens warning. Without saying a word, Katherine drew her two daggers. She watched the sky for a minute before hearing something. A roar. It echoed across the skies. Katherine had a good guess as to what it was, but she hoped she was wrong. Two alone would stand no chance. She watched in dismay as her guess had been proven correct. A dragon was coming. As it drew closer, she saw that it was even bigger than she had expected.

"Hide!" Katherine said, running towards the ruins of an old watch tower. She ran through the doorway, and looked out. The dragon was now here. It began circling overhead. It circled for several minutes before flying over to the guard tower. It landed on top and looked through the gap where a roof used to be. Katherine quickly ran out of the building, just in time for the dragon blew fire into the tower a second later. The dragon quickly landed in front of her. As the dragon shot a wave of fire, Katherine leaped out of its path. Before the dragon could take off however she ran a few steps towards the it and threw the dagger. The dagger stabbed the dragon in the wing. As soon as the dagger made contact, the dragon took off. It circled for another minute before flying towards Katherine again. Katherine drew her short sword to replace the dagger.

This time it did not land. Instead, it opened its mouth while flying, as fire spewed forth. The fire shot towards the ground. Katherine leaped out of the way just in time, landing on her stomach. Though she avoided the full force of the fire, her feet were burned. Her feet were not burned badly, but her leather boots had turned black. She was surprised that they had not fallen apart. The dragon circled for another minute before doing something it had not done yet. It went in to attack the woman who Katherine had been talking to.

Katherine looked to her left and saw three people entering Helgen. Two were clearly guards from either Whiterun or Riverwood. The other was a man wearing steel armor. He had a scar across his forehead.



Name: Uriel
Location: Helgen
ARPers: Myself

Uriel continued onwards towards Helgen. The dragon stopped occasionally to circle or land for a few minutes, allowing the group to follow it. After a while, one of the Riverwood guards following Uriel stopped and talked.

"This is silly. How can we expect to slay one of these dragons? One of them destroyed an entire city. It could just as easily do the same to us could it not?" A second later, the other guard spoke.

"Maybe, but just think of what would happen if we do kill it? We would be one of the first, if not THE first people to slay a dragon in centuries!" This was enough to convince the first guard. The group continued to track the dragon, and sure enough it led them to Helgen. As the group walked into the town, Uriel noticed that Kara, or whatever her name was, was no longer with them. He then noticed two people in the town.

Name: Kara
Location: Riverwood
ARPers: Myself

Kara continued following the three men. She stood a few steps back from everyone else. She felt fairly nervous at the thought of confronting a dragon, but she was also excited to have a chance to examine one of the beasts up close. Soon they came within sight of Helgen, and Kara saw the beast circling over it. Everyone began moving a little faster after seeing this. Kara noticed that the beast kept landing in the town, and guessed that it might be attacking something. As the group got close, Kara used her illusion magic to make herself invisible, before running ahead of the group. No one noticed she was gone, and she ran into the city. She hid in one of the few buildings that were somewhat intact and watched the dragon through a window. Now that she was inside and in cover, she lowered her invisibility from 100% to 50% in order to save magicka. She noticed that the dragon was attacking two people, but chose to stay hidden a while longer.