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Surprised by the voice, Callum slowly turned the horse around, looking for the source. A Breton woman, brandishing a fire spell. Callum raised an eyebrow in question, her left hand tightening on the hilt of the sword. "And what might you want?" she asked, scrutinizing the woman. |
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"You killed this man, am I right." I inquired, my eyes narrowing. The fireball in my hand shimmered, my eyes burnished almost golden in the harsh glare of the campfire. |
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I solemnly rode towards Solitude. Ignoring everyone. "We're in Markarth's territory. I can never get the name right..." Violet mumbled. "Look out for forsworn." I gazed around the area, no one in sight. But, this was Imperial land. |
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Callum nodded. ”I killed him. Not too big of a deal.” With that, she shrugged, placing the sword across her lap. |
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"I'm sorry, but I can't let you get away with it." I stood in an idle stance, ready for attack. "You survived Helgen, did you not?" |
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Chuckling, Callum nodded once more. ”Survived it, but sustained a hell of a burn.” she replied, motioning to her leg where an ugly burn was on her shin. It hurt, and had caused her to limp slightly, but Callum could ignore it. She'd have to have it tended to once in Falkreath.
Unmounting, she walked over to the woman, standing about eight feet from her. ”I presume you were also destined to the chopping block?” |
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(I'm gonna do third-person. I feel better with it.)
Ymira did not change her stance. "That would be correct." |
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Name: Malcolm Elrich.
@g3: 23.
Gender: Male.
Race: Breton.
3 Mastered Skills: Destruction, Conuration, and Illusion.
Bio/Backstory: The Elriches are an ancient and powerful family that go all the way back to the discovery of High Rock. Malcolm's family made their money chopping and shipping lumber, and within a few decades they had an empire. The family business suffered recently due to a brutal summer and violent winter, but they are slowly recovering.
Malcolm was born on the family estate as the youngest of three brothers. His oldest brother, Fedegar, is the heir to the empire. His middle brother, Haldun, is the head of labor and shipping. Malcolm? Well, he's just Malcolm. His father had no room (and no plan) for him in the family business. However, he was discovered to have an inkling of magical abilities at an extraordinarily young @g3, so his father hired the best mage in High Rock to tutor him.
He hated his classes, wanting to explore and learn new things instead of practicing the fundamentals over and over. After a few years this, when he was deemed skilled enough to stop being taught and start exploring the world of magic for himself, his father decided to being outsourcing lumber from Skyrim. Haldun volunteered to survey the land, and Malcolm was assigned as his escort.
Haldun, Malcolm, and 10 other guards set out for Skyrim. As soon as they crossed the border they were in trouble. Bandits stalked them from the trees on either side of the rode until they reached a craggy pass. As soon as they entered they were attacked. The pass narrow and dark, with the only opening being above, where the bandits were waiting. Haldun took the first arrow and died immediately. Malcolm fled, stumbling blindly through the dark and hearing the clank of arrowheads behind him. After what seemed like an eternity, the pass got wider, the visibility better, and the sound of dying men fainter.
Malcolm traveled through the night and made it to Solitude. Once there, after resting for a few days, he began to explore a little bit. On his third day there, he discovered a circus traveling through to the south. He was intrigued by their show, and approached the leader afterwards and asked if he could follow them. The leader approved, and he was adopted into the group. He was trained as an acrobat, and they traveled all the way down to Falkreath. On the night of one of their shows, however, Imperial soldiers arrived and began arresting all of the circus preformers, Malcolm included. He later learned that the leader and many other members were Stormcloaks, and they were smuggling weapons in their supply crates. He has been falsely accused and is now waiting to be executed.
Appearance: Malcolm is medium-height, and is rather lean. His upper body is built rather solidly from his tumbling practice. His hair is black, flecked with specks of steel, and cropped short. His eyes, a piercing green, are smart and cunning. His face is young and lean. He currently wears a soft fleece shirt, a pair of expensive cloth pants, and leather boots. His clothes are rather tattered.
Other: None.
Side: Neutral. |
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”Well, because you have to be the hero, I suppose you're not going to let me leave without a fight. So,” Callum said, raising her sword into a readied position. ”shall we fight?”
Callum knew she was going up against magic and spells with a mere sword, but hopefully she was quicker and nimbler than the woman. Maybe she could inflict mortal damage of sorts. Taking up a fighting stance, she smirked, the sword swaying ever so slightly. |
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"I wasn't thinking that we should fight." A slight smirk spread across Ymira's face. "Give me half of what you earned in that strongbox. This man was a bandit, else he'd only be carrying a few gold pieces and his furs." She said matter-of-factually while turning slightly to turn and point at the open chest that lay beside the corpse. |
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Callum raised an eyebrow, though she inwardly shrugged. Walking back around the horse, though still keeping an eye on the woman, she opened the satchel and took an amethyst and the gold necklace out. She'd not much need for them, as many of her valuables were stored in the Sanctuary. Tossing the items to the woman, she held her hands out to her sides. "That's half. Now, if you'll excuse me," Callum said as she climbed astride the horse. "I must be going."
With a slightly sarcastic wave, she urged the horse forward once more, leaning back in the saddle. |
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Malcolm was surprised and relieved by the events of the day. You begin to think about things differently after nearly having your head whacked off. He had burned off his bindings after the revolt had begun, and had made a beeline for the front gate. However, a large shadow fell on his path, and looking up, he saw the outline of a giant winged reptile against the bright noonday sky.
He stood mesmerized for what seemed like an eternity. This was a dragon! A real, live dragon! He had read about them in school and on his own time. He was fascinated by them, and was truly heartbroken that they were extinct. Well, somewhat. He wanted to see one, to study one; he never expected to be face to face with one that wanted to rip him to pieces. Coming to his senses, he leapt to the side, just as a large jet of flame roasted the area where he had been standing previously.
The minutes after that were a blur. Malcolm remembered running for the gate, seeing a few other prisoners take off into the woods, and deciding to follow them. He ran for a long time, putting at least a kilometer between him and Helgen before he was doubled over for breath. He now sat leaning against a tree, trying to satisfy his oxygen-deprived lungs. Falkreath shouldn't be too far out, if he was heading in the right direction. |
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As she caught the jewelry, she quickly stashed it into her bosom, the rags he was changed into revealing no pockets. Extinguishing the fire from her hand and returned the mace idly hanging at her side, she started slowly for a log spread before the warmth of the fire, obviously meant as a bench. "Where are you off to?" She inquired curiously as she seated herself, starting to strip the dead man's corpse of his fur garments. |
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”Falkreath.” Callum called back, folding her hands in her lap. She guided the horse with her knees, slightly nudging its shoulders every now and then. Placing the sword in her lap, she ripped a piece of the ragged tunic off, folding it a few times. Callum proceeded to wipe the blood off of the blade, spitting on it to get rid of the dried blood. |
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(Excuse me for being inactive for the incredible amount of pages, I intend to be more active over the summer, so like I said, excuse me.)
Alfred
One way or another, I made it to Solitude, my cloths quickly showing I have been recently...
Out of a civilized area. At least they were better then rags.
Well, I had to find some coin, get a bow or sword, begin hunting and my life is complete...But I should take one thing at a time.
I slowly moved through Solitude, how will I find a job? I bit my lip for a second, looking around while moving. |
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(Oh and may someone kindly breif me on what has happened recently? I wouldn't mind knowing if I missed something...important, besides the town being brutally destroyed.) |
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(Nope, nothing really.)
Ymira let off some sort of an amused grunt as she began to strip off the man's possessions. "Falkreath. Nice place, that is. I may go there myself. They don't judge Bretons there." |
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Malcolm regained his breath, and set out again at a slower pace. He was confident enough that he was out of reach of Helgen's guards, and there was no reason to cause people suspicion by bolting through the woods. |
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Satisfied with the new, somewhat gleaming appearance of the sword, Callum tied it down. ”Nor Dark Elves,” she mumbled, watching the road in front of her. A small fox scurried across it, making that odd chattering noise. A ferocious, ground-shaking roar was heard in the distance. The dragon. It was quite a ways away, but it still made Callum jump slightly, regardless. |
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Alfred
Oddly in such a wonderful city, hate was the only thought on mind.
These Imperials were annoying...somehow, to him. The "professional" look, the uniforms, the red, it annoyed him so. Of course he wasn't planning to kill anyone...now that would follow him like some sort of assassin.
"Hey, what happened to you?" Someone asked, Nord, by the guess of it, I looked to my right while walking backwards, eventually stopping at two Nords whom seemed to been recently talking, but now confused.
"Nothing, nothing at all really." I responded, I could tell he was just going to try to REALLY figure out what happened...I don't have time for this. |
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(Why the hell not?)
Name : Anasou Dredil
@g3 : ( 17+ )
Gender : Male
Race : Dark Elf
3 Mastered Skills : Pick 3 skills to have mastered. One-Handed, Block, Sneak
Bio/Backstory : Having grown up as a petty thief in Morrowind, until he eventually recovered a steel sword and shield. He spent many years roaming around and learning what needed to be learned about using his weapons. Then, seeking refuge from his homeland, he attempted to cross the border into Skyrim, only to walk in on an imperial ambush and be captured.
Appearance : Anasou is tall and lean, with the ashen skin and red eyes of most of his race. He has long black hair, which is braided down his back. He has a somewhat gaunt face and narrow shoulders, despite being physically fit. There is a slash of blue paint over his left eye.
Other : Nope.
Side : Neither! He's out for himself. |
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(Forgot about this, I'll start soon.) |
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