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R.I.P. neildarkstar. Haven will miss you dearly.
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| Topic Started: Jul 25 2016, 09:51 AM (58 Views) | |
| Maxus Corvin | Jul 25 2016, 09:51 AM Post #1 |
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Mods:(Note: This is certainly not the order of these mods loading) Spoiler: click to toggle Entry 1 Spoiler: click to toggle Entry 2 “I often wonder why it is like this. Such great tragedy to befall one such as you, before you are able to be content. Before you make the choices that will dictate what your future will bring. Ones that are far more than to keep going, no matter what you must endure to do so. I think you understand already, that there is more for you. Different from others, but perhaps a welcome change.” Standing, the man smiled. “I know what you have chosen to do. Perhaps it is not what you want, but it still is related, even if it is actually entirely different. Were you able, you would seek out every last member of the Silver Hand, and kill them. But that requires companionship you simply do not have. Will you obtain it? Will you slaughter more of them? Who knows. But your mind seeks something else. A different kind, perhaps it is just you grasping at something which you cannot fully understand. Yet you proceed, waiting to do so. Wanting, to do so.” Pulling his silver hair back, he shrugged. “Too bad about that one you had to kill. But walking into the nearest village or town bare as a newborn would not do you any favors, even if you would feel no embarrassment – nor should you. But you know there is more. You may find that what you will encounter is far more than what you expect. Where and when will become the question – something of legend to your race, to Skyrim itself. An act which goes beyond the bounds of what may be expected of you, even as you know already where you must go.” Kneeling next to the woman's sleeping form, he watched the fire cast light on her skin. “I will watch you with great interest. If for no other reason than, I want to see what you will do. What you think, what you say. Even if I know how this will end, I want to see how you get there.” ~ “You honestly think I care? What is supposed to make me feel that way? Why should I feel pity for someone like you, when you tried to kill me?” She shrugged. “But you do present me with an opportunity. A better reason than I've ever had to move on. Not my first choice, but I will make it work.” Picking up the woman's fallen blade, she hefted the large weapon, resting it on her shoulders. “I'll have to take care not to scratch the armor. I would apologize, but I won't.” Holding the blade in two hands, a murderous smile parted across her face, as she brought the blade down upon the fallen woman's neck. The spattered blood on her face did not even make her flinch. It was not the first time, and it was unlikely to be the last. Sticking the blade into the ground, she knelt, removing the armor from the body. In this, it seemed to her fortune that it would fit her, with no changes. Also, she found a journal hidden in the woman's armor. She set it aside as she donned the armor, her flesh nearly screaming from it's confinement, but that feeling was ignored. Strapping the sheath of the sword to her back, she easily slid the blade into it, and picked up the journal. While it was perhaps only a curiosity, it could be useful to know whatever was in here. “Those damn fools. Here I thought that it would be all about making money by taking it, but for them it was something else. Surely I was generously paid at first. I accepted the money just like the rest did. I didn't care what the job was, I did without care. But then the leader ran afoul of something that he could not deal with. That we, could not deal with. He set us up with a job, taken from a noble in Windhelm. The man had a business interest in the southern part of the hold, though that part I could care less about. But the job seemed simple. We were to clear a nearby cave, which seemed easy. We expected animals or the like, but that was not what we found. Vampires. That is what was in that dingy cave. Under that pond with the mudcrabs all around it. Things went bad quickly. Of the twenty of us, ten were nearly slaughtered, while the others, were turned – including our leader. The Vampires wanted to use them to their benefit, even if whatever they had in store never came to pass. But I was smarter than them. I managed to kill one of the Vampires, and run before that pale wretch bit me. But I did not leave entirely. I stayed near the pond for a few days, waiting silently in the night, wanting to know what happened. As it turns out, within five days, I was met by a orc, who was one of many traveling around Skyrim, recruiting members for a group known as the Dawnguard – Vampire hunters. I nearly laughed as I told him about what I witnessed. Damn brute grabbed my upper arm and pulled my arms around my back so I could not run, as he checked my neck for bite marks. He then grabbed a bottle from his belt, flicking the cork off with a finger, then he shoved the neck of the bottle into my mouth. He threw me down as I coughed and sputtered, and when I looked at him, he'd grabbed the crossbow from his back, and had it trained on me. I yelled at him “What do you think you are doing?” He explained to me that he wanted to make sure that I wasn't a Vampire. The potion he'd forced me to take was to cure diseases, and if I already was, it would not work. I yelled all sorts of curses at him as I explained that I was able to kill one of the Vampires, and I got away- as I had told him before when I mentioned the mercenary company I had been a part of, was attacked. He laughed as he said that I would be good addition to the Dawnguard. I laughed even harder when I told him that he could go straight to oblivion. The last thing I had on my mind was to be part of the group that hunts down Vampires. I was not going to be that much of a fool. He was not going to force me, but still explained that, if I changed my mind, I could travel to Fort Dawnguard, located in the southern part of the Rift, near the Morrowind border. After this, he explained that he would send a few members after the Vampires in Mara's Eye Pond in a few days, and I told him then that I was not going to stick around. I left, staying in Kynesgrove for a few days. But I found myself curious. What if I did go join the Dawnguard? Surely there was a risk, but maybe a good payoff? So I traveled south, looking for a few opportunities. Though I then met a few travelers on the road who warned me of something that roamed the forests of the Rift. A beast with red-orange fur, that was almost merciless. Probably just some strong wolf. Not sure if there is a reward for killing it, but maybe there is.” ~ “Maybe I will go in your place.” I smiled, flexing nearly every muscle as I watched the sun rise. The thought of joining a group of Vampire hunters was not something I really relished, but I felt something to it. That there was more going on, than perhaps the Dawnguard knew. Perhaps just enough for me to care. I might not kill any Vampires without a pretense, and hopefully it would not come to that. I doubted the Dawnguard shared that ideal. Still, it was perhaps a better idea than being lonely for the rest of my life. Even if the company may be lesser than what I preferred, I could not yet know. I arrived in the small village of Shor's stone by noon. Not many looked at me, since even with my suspiciously bright yellow eyes, I did not stand out that much. I had one guard comment on my tattoo's, though I doubted that he was able to figure out the truth behind them. When I spoke to the Blacksmith, he spoke of a problem with the town's mine. Apparently infested with Spiders, and the few town guards had reasons why they would not deal with it. Seriously? I shrugged, them smiled, telling the man that I could deal with the spiders. It was likely an easy task, and perhaps having a worthwhile reward. Even a pittance would not go amiss by me. I did not really care about any reward beyond this, though. A simple, kind effort to deal with a problem that no one else would? Why not. It came as no surprise that within the hour, I hefted a small bag of gold from the blacksmiths hands, along with being given his thanks. Obviously none of the guards said anything – not even the one who I passed by on the way out of the mine. Not that I care. Even with my intent to seek out the Dawnguard, I was not exactly in a hurry to find the place. It seemed to be something up there with finding a group of Vigilants or Silver Hand – I was not sure if I would need to resort to killing them all. Although I suspected it would be different, it was equally possible that it would not be. Thus it would render the idea rather useless. Plus seemingly render whatever problem with Vampires that exists, placed in a far more perilous situation than it already is. If it does exist, that is. I came across what seemed to be an old mine. A piece of wood nailed to the rock, had words written in a uneven sprawl, declaring in a simple fashion that the mine was useless. “This place is nothing but a lost prospect....”. I question myself why I chose to enter. For one, no matter how much I knew about mining, not that it is a complex profession, I was not in need of any ore, and I was unlikely to get any even so. There was obviously nothing of use within, especially not to me. However, I did actually find something. Or rather, it is more appropriate to say, someone. Standing in a pool of water, perhaps as pale as one can be, wearing nothing but a black hood, and a pair of leather boots, I heard nothing come from them. No breathing, no sound otherwise. At least not beyond slight sounds of water displacement, but no more. I was staring at a skeleton. I cannot say that I was scared, far from it. Since when I took the time to get into this thing's line of sight, he instantly turned, and even though he was somewhat incapable, I could tell he would have been smiling. Or scowling. Or puzzled. “Who is it? What business does it have here? Does it know me by name? I only know it by heart. Skjel the Gray, they call me – but then you can call me 'Horace'.” “As for you, you are the one they call '”Pessial the Pink”. That's what I should know. That is my business.” I honestly do not know what to say. Edited by Maxus Corvin, Aug 18 2016, 12:41 AM.
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| Serethil | Jul 25 2016, 10:16 AM Post #2 |
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Ooo - very well written Max. Lamia's already finding out that things are not always (if ever) what they seem! |
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| Areial | Jul 25 2016, 12:30 PM Post #3 |
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Oh nicely written... very interesting read. |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jul 25 2016, 09:28 PM Post #4 |
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Oh, I like it Max, and especially the last part! Very interesting indeed! Nice to read of one who does not regret the loss of Sovngarde! |
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| Maxus Corvin | Jul 29 2016, 11:31 PM Post #5 |
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A few things about the character, and some about this part. Personally it takes a lot to make me continue a character, not start one. A few Ideas I've had went nowhere, since there seemed to be a lack of reason to continue - either it wasn't the solid idea that I thought it was, or it is missing something integral that is needed. This one just seemed to work, and in most cases, I've started writing after beginning the character, in effort to keep up the interest in the character. Some times it isn't needed, but other times it works perfectly. Since even I want to see where it goes. Otherwise, I simply had the idea after starting Lamia that she was someone who was living on her own for some time(i.e not in any cities or villages), and after getting attacked, she kills her attacker and decides to head for the nearest village. The other details I added later, even as that basic idea stayed. Otherwise, I specifically added Interesting NPCs to encounter Skjel. Maybe a meta thing on my part, but I don't mind. Really don't, since I found his quest interesting. I also attempted to add the EFF patch for iNPC, but it doesn't effect Skjel at all, though I didn't remove it. Useful for other ones I might encounter though. Entry 3 I feel as if I am losing sanity. Though not for the usual reasons. I had been under the impression that it happens by sudden shifts in the world you have, to a point, understood. Even if I was well aware of the fact that there were certainly other ways, it seemed the only one which was lasting. Here, it is something completely different, and something that I feel may be the product of a deranged mind, if not a complete genius. I absolutely cannot say, even if others could. I will make it clear up front that there is, little to no sadness within these events, more dumbfounded stares and puzzled looks, at least on my part. Nothing was truly shocking, aside for a few things which I really could not have begun to expect. I questioned myself, as it seemed that this 'Skjel' was willing to accompany me. Certainly something I would guess others would shy away from, due to the fact that usually having a skeleton following one around would likely induce some sort of panic in the population of most cities or villages. But instead of the nearby city of Riften, our first destination, although not specifically by choice, was a Nordic ruin. It's name I did not learn until we stumbled upon an Imperial Captain camped outside, who apparently sought help to retrieve something from the ruin. There was certainly something odd about him, even if little suggested so. Regardless, I agreed, and we entered. Though I could mention my expectations for the place, I would say that I had none. Previously I had never had the reason to enter these places, though it was not due to any sort of reverence or wish to not defile the halls of the dead with my presence. No, it was just a lack of reason. The Captain sought two things, although it seemed that one was only a clue to find the real prize. A journal left by an ancient invader to the ruin, Skorm Snow-strider. The run itself, Forelhorst, was the last bastion of the Dragon Cult to fall, I believe either during the first era, or well into the second. At least the journal suggested. Perhaps a feat, but I cannot say I know all the details. However, the real treasure to be gained in the ruin, which was to say little of the other kinds, was the mask of the Dragon Priest entombed within. These I had heard of. Briefly, almost a tale told to children or others, who dare venture into these places. Though these tales always mention the Draugr as well, their servants. A warning to all who would venture within, that the Draugr were dangerous. The Dragon Priests, even more so. They, were not joking. The Priest burst from is sarcophagus almost the moment we ascended the steps to the room were he was entombed, and he took what seemed to be a long look at me – before he rose his hand. In an instant, other Draugr began almost pouring into the room, although perhaps that was the wrong way to say it. However, given the strength of these undead creatures, it comes close to accurate. Still, the Dragon Priest, Ragot – his name being mentioned a few times on notes scattered throughout his bastion – wielded something even more dangerous. A staff, that with a simple motion, sent a ball of fire in whatever direction it was pointing. It took many agile movements to dodge this, which built the anger each time I had to dive out of the way. It took a lucky throw of my sword to knock the staff out of his hand, and I barely had time to recover it, before making the killing blow. I rammed the blade through his stomach, and reached for the mask. Pulling it from his face, he damn near snarled at me. I shrugged at what he had to say, before using another blade to slice his head off. The sigh of relief I had was something Skjel found funny, mostly since he seemed quite bereft of fear, unlike me. I shrugged again, thinking that I would be foolish to expect any more compassion out of him than is general assistance. Not that I am really complaining. Outside, I found this wall. It was obviously carved, with a large metal head of what looked to be a dragon, above an almost smooth surface, bearing these glyphs that were carved into it. One of these, was glowing brightly in the darkness. As I approached it, I heard something. Chanting. Skjel did not react to it, so he must have heard, or not seen anything out of ordinary. But I did. For when I came close enough, I heard something. A single word, in a language I did not recognize. “STRUN”. I almost put it out of my head as I jumped off the wall, back down where the Captain's camp was located. Only, now, I saw that I was right. The man now had a different uniform, and was addressing a solider dressed in colors of the guards of Windhelm – Stormcloaks. “Oh, um...this isn't what it looks like.” I had no idea if he was addressing me, or the solider. Either way, a fight ensued. When the snow settled, I sighed. Pulling the helmet from the captain's body, I laughed. The m....no, he was an elf. From a note he had, it seemed his intentions were more far reaching than it seemed. Not that they would matter very much now. At this point, I....felt odd. I told Skjel to wait for me in Riften, and while he agreed to this, I wondered if I would enter the city and find a pile of bones laying somewhere. Oh, I forgot to mention. I previously asked if he was interested in getting himself a body. Or at least, a more...fleshy one. He did not exactly give an opinion on this, or if he did I forget, but he mentioned someone in Riften who could help with just that. Possibly. I intended to deal with that, after I spoke with the Dawnguard. I honestly winced when I saw the place I had to go. I wondered whatever fool thought that this was a good idea, but I pressed on even so. I had to. Or wanted to. Not really. Damn it. Why am I doing this again? Right, because that damn mercenary had to try and kill me. She said 'That red hair...you are a werewolf, aren't you? You must be worth something.' One of the last things one wants to wake up to. Not only someone trying to kill you, but also someone who gives you an inadvertent reason to change your life. A choice to be sure. But one you can't exactly ignore. I get the feeling that this is going to lead to much more than just fighting Vampires. Great, now that I thought that, it will. |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jul 30 2016, 08:23 AM Post #6 |
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Great read, and loved the fight with Ragot. Skjel is a different follow, for sure, but I find I like him, whether he becomes fleshy or not, though I admit to wondering if it will change him if he does get a fleshed out body. I look forward to seeing what Lamia does next, and where it takes her. |
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| Serethil | Jul 30 2016, 09:36 AM Post #7 |
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Very enjoyable, Max. Skjel is different for sure! Um. Lamia knows now not to ever throw her only weapon, right? |
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