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RIP Quintus, the legion will entirely useless without you, even at expert difficulty

RIP
Varin
Death on Fredas 22nd of last seed
Killed a guard and went on a werewolf rampage, once nearing death retreated and took a mace to the face from the redguard blacksmith in whiterun.

RIP Maiq Moonclaw Khajiit level 30
Beheaded for your crimes to humanity.

RIP Falco Severius he never made it to the Brotherhood ambushed by Forsworn.

RIP Jacob I Level 19 Jumped off the throat of the world
RIP Jacob II Level 20-
RIP Jacob III Level 24 Killed by a snow bear
RIP Jacob IV Level 20+

Just started my Redguard assassin Khateef let's see how long he lasts.

^^ Well, with a curved sword hopefully he'll last the game.

I think he will

I think finally I am going to make a magic using character. I have never gone past heal spells in every ES game. What better way to give it a try, DiD. This should be good.

She's an imperial, actually.

Anyways.... R.I.P. Manocar, High Noble, Level 1

Decided to take a horse-ride around Dragon Bridge, didn't notice the townsfolk fleeing from a dragon until it was right on top of him.

Glad to see this thread is still seeing support, but I'm definitely not taking the time to tend to the Graveyard at the moment. I'm having some awful computer issues.

Ralyn Telvin, Dunmer Necromancer from a long line of Telvanni Wizards.
Main skills: Conjuration, Illusion, Alteration. Dabbler in Alchemy.

Nice guy, just alittle longing to restore his family name to the glory it once held.
Fled to skyrim after his masters tower was sacked.

Will update soon.

After escaping helgen Ralyn fled with his new imperial friends whose family was kind enough to take him in. To repay them for the hospitality they showed him he agreed to request aid for riverwood from the Jarl. Before he could start out on his journey to Whiterun he needed weapons to defend himself, not weapons of iron and steal but magic the weapon he relied upon most. Knowing the local trader would be his best chance at learning the arcane in this backwater village he made his way there. If only his apprenticeship could have started in earnest before his masters castle was sacked for wrongs neither of them commited.

Before he opened the door Ralyn could here raised voices comming from within that were quickly muffled as he entered the building. At first the trader offered him work, but what had the goods peddler ever don to help him? He quickly brushed aside all notions of 'work' until he asked the price of a few dusty tomes he noticed tucked away on a back shelf. "What kind of job did you have in mind?" asked Ralyn.

So far everything with this character is going good, I didn't know how much fun illusion spells were until now. If you guys could also give me some advice or critique on my writing I would appreciate it. Thanks.

RIP Ralyn, killed by a snowy sabretooth on the way to the Colledge of Winterhold.

Walking there is always a mistake.

I am starting a khajiit companion named Ri'mirra. He will be using light armor, battleaxes, and alchemy. I may use a bit of enchanting.

RIP Thorin, Wood Elf
Killed by the Giant Falling Mammoth Head in the Bandit Camp north of Whiterun
Banded Iron Armor, Steel Gauntlets, Iron Boots, and Apprentice Hood
Imperial Bow, 81 Steel Arrows, Steel Sword
Level 3
You were Skyrim's Greatest Adventurer. At least for a time.

I'm going to start a character tomorrow, I'll keep you updated.

Im starting my character today.

Name: Bintu Helenback (hopefully you noticed I like names that say something)
Race: Dunmer
Speciality: Multirole
Difficulty: Expert
RP: Witchhunter-
Always looks to target dragon priests, hags, hagravens, vamps, ww, necromancers and other dark arts. Doesnt worship 9 divines or 4 corners of the house of troubles. No weapons unless bound. Dislike for and will kill if provoked: Argonians, Thalmor, and Snooty humans, or anyone that challenges me (Respects Telvanni customs)


Backstory- Bintu is a telvanni mage that had been wanted by the locals of New-Argonia. Never participating in the slave trade directly, Bintu's revolutionary methods of mind control lead to the enslavement of enough Argonians in the Mainland of what once was Morrowind, that the Leaders of blackmarsh thought entire forests of hist had gone rouge. His mastery of botanical illusion, metaphysics and terrestrial alchemy made Bintu a very deadly person for argonians who function as an extension of the Hist. For 160 years he has made legions of living thralls in defense of his homeland, but with the signing of the White-Gold Concordat the legion was forced to retrieve him and make him pay for crimes against Alinor of which he had not committed for fear that he could turn the Argonians against the Dominion through puppeteering of their host trees. Now in helgen at the whim of the dominion, it seems our hero's doom drum is being played.

OK here is my character:

Name: Golan Ventius
Race: Imperial
Role: Mainly Warrior
Difficulty: Adept
Role-playing: Mercenary

This character will do anything for a septim so I won't be surprised if he dies really early on in my adventures. He worships the eight and one, as his family secretly still worships Talos, and he avoids Trafficking with Daedra whenever he can.

Back-story: After failing to join the Imperial legion, his father practically disowned him; as he was a Commander in the Imperial Army. He roamed around Cyrodil, going to taverns, accepting any contracts he could find just for some gold, But one day he heard Rumors of a group of warriors up north in Skyrim; Far more prestigious than the Legion, The Companions, and so off he went...

Until he was caught by the Legion's border patrol...

After being saved by the Ominous Black Dragon that attacked Helgen, Golan found his way out of the keep with the help of the soldier Hadvar. on their way to Riverwood hadvar showed him the guardian stones and Golan chose the warrior. After killing some wolves they found Riverwood, and after Hadvar explained everything to his uncle alvor he made Golan a suit of Iron Banded Armor for his trek to Whiterun. He eventually met three of the companions, namely Aela the Huntress, and they were impressed by how he handled a Giant attack, and offered him a place in the Companions. Overjoyed Golan made his way up the hill and into whiterun...

after joining the companions, Golan was sent out on 2 missions, one to kill the leader of a bandit camp at Redoran's Retreat, and another to kill a brood of vampires near Rorikstead. He dispatched the Leader of the Bandit camp (a Redguard woman) after a long bloody battle, and then stopped off in Rorikstead to recuperate. A quick hours rest and he was off to the moldering ruins to kill the vampire master. Golan then had his first near death experience, when a deathhound got his neck, he fought off the beast and killed it as well as two vampire thralls. Now he prepares to go into the ruins and prove himself to the Companions...

R.I.P.
Golan Ventius, Imperial
Died Morndas, 18th of Lastseed at midnight
Aged 22 years, Level 3
Tried to prove his worth to the Companions, A Master Vampire decided it would be better to put a sword through his face, at least he fought Bravely.

Removed .

Wrong thread, man. Try this one instead.

My Apologies .