The guard was about to arrest both of them. "Ah, screw this!" She yelled. ((I so want her to use a shout, but I won't)) She aimed her hand at the guard, and the guard froze in place. "Come on!" She yelled, grabbing the stranger's hand and sprinting towards an alleyway.
"I didn't KILL him, I stunned him!" She shouted back. She decided instead of going in to an Alleyway, she would go to the mountains, and so she ran out of the gate and towards the mountains. "The Imperials will be after you too, now that you defended me," She said as they ran.
"I'm Neru," She said. They had finally reached the mountains, and after a bit of climbing, had reached a higher point. Only to find a dragon there. "Oh you have got to be kidding me..." She said. ((SHOUT POWER :biggrin.gif: )) "Is THIS one going to talk to me or attack me?" She muttered. A blast of fire, in which she dodged with Japier, answered her question.
((Everyone's leaving .-. QUOTE FROM LEMMONATOR: "I like your roleplays, Dark"
Well, My roleplays are apparently not good enough for the three people that left.))
De'hari had only been walking down the rode when he caught sight of the Khajiit he had met before. "Oh... it's you," he called out with a small wave as he came to a stop. His calculative gaze examined them both, and soon a smirk followed shortly after as he crossed his arms. "You ran into trouble yes," he asked with a chuckle, "did I not warn you of the dangers of an untalented thief?"
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[[ Would it be alright if I were to use my char. that I use in skyrim, just with out the accomplishments...or would it be too o.p, he has a 100 sneak and can generely kill most npcs with with hit from his ebony dagger that has soul trap enchanted on it, and he wears nightingale armor. ]]
[[ Would it be alright if I were to use my char. that I use in skyrim, just with out the accomplishments...or would it be too o.p, he has a 100 sneak and can generely kill most npcs with with hit from his ebony dagger that has soul trap enchanted on it, and he wears nightingale armor. ]]
((I would appreciate if you started a little bit lower, okay? Thanks.))
Appearence: Short in stature just like every other wood elf, has short hair that is black and a goatee, his face looks more like an imperial then most other wood elves but he still has traits of an elf. Like the obvious ears and the semi slanted eyes and the semi elongated head, he also wears nightingale armor which he had gotten threw some..."sources", for those who have not seen it then refer to the picture below. He also has an ebony bow with a few ebony arrows in a quiver on his back, at his side is an ebony dagger with no enchants or "upgrades." He wears the armor all the time unless he wants a good deal on some items, when he does he puts on Volsung and his amulet of zenithar.
Class: Assassin/Thief
Race: Wood Elf
Main Language: Common
Skills: Sneak - Archery - Lock Picking - One handed
Backstory (at least a paragraph):
His family did originally come from the wood elf home land of Valenwood, but Draven himself was born in Skyrim where he has stayed all his life. As a child he lived in the shadow of an imperial fort, so having the soldiers come down every once and awhile to his family tavern was quite common, and how he came to like the empire and those who serve it. Many years passed with out a hitch, no arrests or anything of the sort for good ol Draven, well till he started to get involved with a bandit group. In the group he felt like he was actually needed unlike back in the village where his brother had taken up owner ship of the tavern ever since their father had died of rock joint. He despised his brother, for being the oldest and the more well liked of the two, but in some regards tried to be like him...always striving to be better or match him, but in the end always failing. Which is why one night he had enough and set fire to the tavern, being so young and stupid Draven was easily caught by the guards who threw him in jail...which was possibly the worst thing they could have done. He learned all his tricks there, pick pocketing, sneaking, lock picking and how to properly use a blade. It was only when he got out a year later did he take up archery. Mainly as a means to get food, but then he had the idea " Why don't I use this skill for profit..." so he did. He became a sort of cheap assassin, he killed those who he was instructed too down to the letter, and to this day he is a natural at it, but now hes not some "cheap" assassin. Hes moved up in the ranks, hes killed noblemen to the common bandit...and he will kill probably anyone if he gets the right amount of coin in his pocket for it.
Well, My roleplays are apparently not good enough for the three people that left.))
((EDIT: Which makes me sad D: ))
((We going to fight it?))
((I would appreciate if you started a little bit lower, okay? Thanks.))
((...OF COURSE :biggrin.gif: ))((NOW ROLEPLAY))
Character Age: 27
Appearence: Short in stature just like every other wood elf, has short hair that is black and a goatee, his face looks more like an imperial then most other wood elves but he still has traits of an elf. Like the obvious ears and the semi slanted eyes and the semi elongated head, he also wears nightingale armor which he had gotten threw some..."sources", for those who have not seen it then refer to the picture below. He also has an ebony bow with a few ebony arrows in a quiver on his back, at his side is an ebony dagger with no enchants or "upgrades." He wears the armor all the time unless he wants a good deal on some items, when he does he puts on Volsung and his amulet of zenithar.
Class: Assassin/Thief
Race: Wood Elf
Main Language: Common
Skills: Sneak - Archery - Lock Picking - One handed
Backstory (at least a paragraph):
His family did originally come from the wood elf home land of Valenwood, but Draven himself was born in Skyrim where he has stayed all his life. As a child he lived in the shadow of an imperial fort, so having the soldiers come down every once and awhile to his family tavern was quite common, and how he came to like the empire and those who serve it. Many years passed with out a hitch, no arrests or anything of the sort for good ol Draven, well till he started to get involved with a bandit group. In the group he felt like he was actually needed unlike back in the village where his brother had taken up owner ship of the tavern ever since their father had died of rock joint. He despised his brother, for being the oldest and the more well liked of the two, but in some regards tried to be like him...always striving to be better or match him, but in the end always failing. Which is why one night he had enough and set fire to the tavern, being so young and stupid Draven was easily caught by the guards who threw him in jail...which was possibly the worst thing they could have done. He learned all his tricks there, pick pocketing, sneaking, lock picking and how to properly use a blade. It was only when he got out a year later did he take up archery. Mainly as a means to get food, but then he had the idea " Why don't I use this skill for profit..." so he did. He became a sort of cheap assassin, he killed those who he was instructed too down to the letter, and to this day he is a natural at it, but now hes not some "cheap" assassin. Hes moved up in the ranks, hes killed noblemen to the common bandit...and he will kill probably anyone if he gets the right amount of coin in his pocket for it.
The armor: