Tamrielic Adventures: Vol. 2

[The SheoDovah]

"We are." Psyfalia told Raylis and co. "I don't know how much longer i can go on for and i think Niralie is in the same position as me." She said before stopping for a few seconds to rest.

[MARS]

Wilderness

"Fine, alright," Raylis said, trying to sound annoyed, but his tone betrayed his feelings: he was stressed and scared.

"Aenar, find a good place to keep watch to the south and east. I'll look north and west. If you see anything unusual on the horizon, let everyone know as quietly as possible. We don't want to draw any sort of attention to ourselves." With those words, he went off in order to find a spot from which he could observe while remaining concealed.

Sethesi sat down with an "ooomph" and stretched her limbs. "Wow, I didn't realize how beat I am until just now," she remarked.

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Alright guys, we'll be having two new people joining us: Crepe the Ashlander and BetaB17! They'll be starting out separately from our main group, but we'll meet them soon enough. I've added their character sheets to the list, so go read those over if you like.

[The SheoDovah]

"Thank you." Psyfalia said as she waited for Niralie to pick a spot. She would sit down next to her and lie on the ground.

[Crepe the Ashlander]

Spoiler:

I'm very happy to finally start in this RP after having been waiting a decent amount of time, I understand ᴍᴀʀs has linked my CS, but here it is anyway for those that somehow can't be bothered to click a link:

Name: Ulysius Rato
Race: Imperial
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Ulysius is distinctly average in both height (six foot tall) and build (lean with a bit of chunkiness around the sides). His face suggests a man who has not experienced much in his life other than polishing shoes and the occasional jog; brown eyes, medium length face, sideburns, with a small measure of bum fluff on the neck. His hair is brown, short and side-parted, well kept too, probably due to the lack of anything to mess it up.
Short Bio: Gee whiz, this is going to be fun. Ulysius has lived the entirety of his boring, regular life, in his parents’ house, Imperial City. His father a shoe-maker, his mother a shoe-stringer, bore Ulysius alongside one younger and one older brother, the younger brother currently learning his way into a shoe-making apprenticeship and the older an apprentice in shoe-making. Ulysius desperate not to live the rest of his average existence out as a shoe-maker in a world of adventurers and mysteries, ran from home not that long ago in the hopes of experiencing the true Tamriel, who knows where he is now.
Personality: Boring? Yeah boring, doesn’t really have a clue what he’s doing either. He’s currently attempting to be more spontaneous so we’ll see how that works out.
Skills: Is it alright to put ‘none’ here? Apart from making shoes, he’s pretty good at that. He could probably swing a sword if he needed too, but I wouldn’t rely on him if I were you.

Vivec, Foreign Quarter

The view was breath-taking, simply breath-taking. Ulysius was gazing over the lands yonder, as he lent over one of the balconic corridors that surround the Foreign Quarter of Vivec. He picked out distant sights, comparing the vast lands ahead of him to those he would've seen back in his home province, he murmured aloud, "Nothing like Cyrodiil, mushroom trees, insects as big as a house", he continued the train of thought in his head; it's definitely going to take some getting used to.

Ulysius had recently arrived on Vvardenfell after running away from his home in Imperial City. He had took a chartered ship to Ebonheart from the Imperial Waterfront and whence upon arriving in this mysterious land near instantly lost of what small amount of gold he had to his name thanks to tricksy pick-pocket. From there he ventured to the capital of the island, Vivec, on the rumour that there was plenty of work to be had in the massive city, but so far all Ulysius had done was run a potion recipe from one apothecary to the other and dispose of a few rats, not exactly what he thought he would be doing when he fled from his duldrum Imperial life.

Oh Divines, please, bestow upon me the confidence other would-be adventurers may have, he prayed, hoping one of the Aedra would see fit to entitle him to a worthy objective.

[Velvet LeChance]

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Which is the main group right now? Ours or Per's?

Arellius Afer III - Wilderness

Arellius could help but shake his head and give a small grumbling of discontent as they were called to stop. He was tempted to keep on moving himself, alone and without his burdensome companions, though soon reconsidered it: he didn't like the idea of wandering through the unfamiliar wilderness of Morrowind without a guide; it could only lead to him getting lost. So, he remained; features shrouded in a permanent scowl and the two blades hanging limply at his sides; lying menacingly in wait for the hidden dangers he knew surrounded him in this alien wasteland.

[Alarra]

Wilderness

Niralie slumped to the ground, starting in a sitting position, but ultimately deciding that laying down would be more comfortable. She lay on her stomach with her arms crossed, using them as a pillow. "I should've taken more jogs around the Gardens back in the Imperial City and spent fewer days with my nose in a book," she joked weakly.

[Archer]

Wilderness
Aenar nodded at Raylis before he started off to the southeast. As he walked a little distance from the others, he looked for an elevated, well-covered position from which he could examine the surroundings.

[BetaB17]

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Name: Maurzol gro-Yal

Race: Orc

Sex: Male

Age: 38

Appearance: Strong, big, and above all else masculine beyond belief. Maurzol has big muscles that he uses to crush puny skulls! His jaw is strong and his teeth fearsome, but for an orc he is rather handsome. He shows little fault aside from the various scars he bares on his back. His hair is shaved down but the black hue still stands against his green skin. Maurzel says hair only burns, and so hair is weak! His eyes are oddly green and hold an ominous gaze. Underneath his them are two horizontal lines of red, as if somebody dragged fingers coated in blood. Muarzel would of used more blood, but it's hard to find the blood of a virgin at such times.

Personality: Personality? Maurzol has no need for such! He strong and loves to fight no more than he does women. Simple to please, but hard to earn respect, many take heed that such a beast still has honor. Maurzol brings fear where is blood boils, but his silence brews death. Some may call him stupid, but he smart, and they dead! Some think he wants people to under estimate him, only to prove how well thought out his tactics form. Intellect is not shy to orcs as many believe..

Short Bio: Maurzol, born as a child to the great chieftain of Dushnikh Yal, he showed much promise even as such a small youth. His inherent skills scared his chieftan, fearful for his title. And so he took action, abusing his power, he lured the child into the wilderness with promise of a good hunt. So like the very coward he is, he baited him deep where beats of plenty were bound to take their kill, and abandoned the child was, left to die by nature itself. However he lived, and became stronger than before. The predators of the Reach feared him, and in time Maurzol returned to his stronghold years later. His survival a surprise to all, he openly challenged his father to fight, and without mercy, killed the unprepared orc. So unexpected, so young, his kin could not accept what occurred, yet to further his revenge he denied taking his father's place. Saying that just sharing the same title would belittle himself. Upon that day Maurzol exiled himself, back to the wilderness he went. From then on he grew, he trained, and learned. Malacath was proud that such a youth could achieve so much alone. However Hircine shared in this glory, for both watched over him, for both he valued. Maurzol traveled far between the borders of Skyrim, making voyages into the neighboring provinces as he earned a name for himself. As he journeyed, he found himself delving farther and farther from his land. He accepted any challenge, killed any foe, and ravaged every widow. Along his way he made many enemies, and few would dare to strike till a lone noght. A lone assassin sent by a fleeing mage he publicly humiliated in Bruma. The assassin was torn to shreds, and will haste Maurzol hunted down the mage deep into the unfamiliar lands of Morrowind. To where his long awaited revenge was taken in full, and the mage was beat to death with his own arm. Now in a new land, he wanders in search of challenge and to whatever fate throws at him.

Gear: Covered from head to toe, Maurzol wears the tradition Orcish armor like his kin of skyrim, made it he did. A detachable faceplate for his helmet that covers much of his mighty jaw and nose, but not for his protection but rather his foe's. Even decorated his armor with some bones because Maurzol saw the Forsworn do it, and Maurzol stronger than they! Close to skin, he wears simple cloths, nothing fancy to tarnish his looks. Around his waist he proudly sports the pelt of a mighty werewolf Maurzol punched to death! Women love pelts! By his side is a Nordic Mace and strapped to his back is a Nordic Battle Axe, both of his own making because no Nord could compare to Maurzol. Even added another blade to his Axe because that's how Maurzol likes it! He even carries a small repair hammer, but not for breaking bones, no, he uses it to make other tools that break bones instead. Also some trading pouches here and there, plenty of room for meat, no orc can be without meat.

Skills: Maurzol says he's equally skilled with a weapon in both hands as he is with one, but very much boastful underneath his thick armor of his own making. Maurzol has such stamina, strength, and fury to even put a bear to shame, such hands shouldn't even call need for a weapon! Maurzol too powerful! To think him more akin to beasts than mortal, he struggles not when keeping pace. No bows for this orc, for if Maurzol can't kill it or eat it, it's not worth the trouble. But for when his prey fights back and he sheds red, burn they shall as he casts down destruction and flame. Maurzol spits at the thought of illusion and other cowardly, puny magic! Ashamed he is not of his gift, for women cannot resist the site of magic used in the hands of a real man. But Maurzol has secret, he does not know how to read well, so he beats up silly scholars!

Vivec: Arena Canton
In heavy steps of triumph, the mighty orc broke distance between him and the the Arena's pit, with hands coated in the smell of scorched blood from a fresh kill. "Puny Khajiit... should of ran when he could.." Maurzol thought to himself with little to no pity for the life he wrecked on more than a few moments ago. However all this rage now called for a drink, and to the best of his knowledge, there would certainly be a cornerclub over by the Foreign Quarter.

He has been in Vivec no more than a few days, and already he has been starting brawls and claiming their women. Maurzol too much Orc for others to handle, and to those that think wrong end up with their head rolling. But food and booze will quell this beast for some time. This strange land, full of Houses and swamps, little to no frost and mountains to climb. And while true rats can yield pelts, who could ever boast of such a kill? Maurzol was bored here, to which is all that needs to be known

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I hope everybody enjoys this beast of a man of an orc! But do expect some overly macho humor and the wooing of women would be well loved

[Crepe the Ashlander]

Spoiler:

I can't wait to see how the cowardly behaviour of Ulysius matches up with Maurzol's masculinity

Vivec, Foreign Quarter

Ulysius turned away from the balcony he was leaning against and chose to head inside the canton, it was getting chilly outside anyway, too cold for his Imperial body. Since arriving in Vivec, Ulysius had slept in many places, the most recent being the Imperial temple in the canton, who were kindly offering refuge for him. He walked through the narrow and winding corridors of the canton, struggling not to get lost.

[Unionhack]

Valentia sighed out of relief and placed her pack down gingerly, then proceeded to examine nearby plants and other potential alchemical components.

[The SheoDovah]

"I should have taken more walks around Cheydinhall." Psyfalia joked to Niralie as she rested on the ground. "I'll take a look at your shoulder before we go." She told her fellow Mage.

[The-Shadow-One]

Katien cracked her knuckles, and made it look docile. "W..What c-could.. I do?" She asked Raylis.

[MARS]

Wilderness

Raylis didn't hear Katien, seeing as he was a few yards away, hiding inside a bush. Sethesi did however, and smiled. "Just take it easy. If he wanted you to do anything he'd have said it." She turned to the others. "Soooo, what's everyone's names? We might have tried to introduce ourselves earlier but I can't really remember...that fall shook my think pan up a bit, heh."

Valentia found the usual Vvardenfell flora around her: Corkbulb root, Comberry bushes, Luminous Russula, lots of Muck, Willow Anther, and even some Ash Yam. If someone happened to get sick, there would be plenty of medicine around.

[The SheoDovah]

"Psyfalia." Psyfalia told the others whilst resting on the ground and staring at the sky.

[Alarra]

Wilderness

"I'm Niralie." Niralie continued to rest her head on her arms, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Wilderness

Arellius heard the question but didn't bother with an answer. If his companions weren't dead or left behind by the time they reached Vivec he'd get to learning names.

[MARS]

Wilderness

"Can't blame ya for not being too hot on the talks right now," Sethesi said to no one in particular. "But even though that back there wasn't the funniest bysiness, I can't help feeling a little excited."

"10 more minutes!" Rallyist barked from inside his Bush.

"Wow, talk about grump..." Sethesi muttered.

Vivec

The young imperial passed by several guards, all of whom said...nothing. He had half expected them to all call him scum or something of the like, be t they all just stood around or patrolled, expressionless behind their masks. Then he heard a voice:

"Oy, outlander. You lookin' f' som'thin'?"

It had come from a shady-looking Dunner teenager, leaning lazilly against a wall.

Suran

Llevana had dozed off. In her dream she was back at the camp in Cheydinhal, sitting at the fire with all the others. Per and Llels of course, Leowyn the serious Breton, Aythu before meeting her unfortunate fate, and even Kent the greasy bard. They were all talking and shouting about something or other and it was good. Pleven hadn't felt so relaxed for a very long time. She was about to lean towards Llela, to confess her affections, without fear of rejection, but just as she was about to, the tone of the voices changed. They all still looked the same, but they sounded tense and scared now, and they were all talking to her specifically.

She opened her eyes and with a feeling of exhaustion and dread she realized what was going on. One of the others had spotted someone approaching the guardhouse.

[Unionhack]

"Valentia." Spoke the young Bretom as she gathered a few reagents in case of any emergency later on.

[The SheoDovah]

Psyfalia ignored Raylis and continued to stare at the side. "I hope we're staying at an Inn before traveling to Cyrodiil." She said to Raylis.

[Crepe the Ashlander]

Vivec

In any other situation Ulysius probably wouldn't have turned to face the voice that had called for him, after all his mother used to always tell him not to talk to strangers, especially ones who called him outlander. But at the minute Ulysius would take any help, he would ask for help from one of the guards, but their stern ever-watching masks just creeped him out, so he did the unusual (unusual for Ulysius that is) and turned to face the voice that had called for him.

"Greetings Dunmer", he paused as he tried to remember what the young Dark Elf had said, "I'm looking for the Imperial Temple...or somewhere with some beds...or some food...or some drink", Ulysius quickly reminded himself of his current financial situation, "Or a job".

[MARS]

Vivec

"Foreign quarter's yer best bet. Though I did hear about work tube had in the arena sawed. Might wanna go there while'ts day," the Dunner said. It was quite odd that someone as helpful as him was skulking around the city renowned for its hostility. Almost a bit suspicious. Then again, his grin didn't seem at all malicious, only mocking.


Wilderness
"We're taking a ship, so yeah," Raylis said.

[BetaB17]

The mighty orc strutted about, searching for the nearest cross between the Arena and the Redoran Plaza

[Alarra]

Wilderness

Niralie didn't respond to Raylis; she preferred to not worry about how much was left. She said to the waitress, head still resting on her arms, "So what's your name? You've asked ours, but haven't told us yours."

[MARS]

"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought I already had. I'm Sethesi. You can call me Thesi though. Or Sethi. Just not Seth, please, she said with a huge grin, stemming from insecurity. It was odd, she had never felt insecure before, nor had she ever felt the need to be nice, but ng w she wanted nothing more than these total strangers to like her and be her friends.

[The SheoDovah]

"Nice to meet you" Psyalia said to Sethesi before yawning. "Thesi." She added afterwards in a tired tone. She closed her eyes and unintentionally fell asleep. She only intended on resting them and would have to be woken up or carried.