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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 4:20 pm
OoC:Okay, I deleted our argument. But I think we outta kill Jon's character considering he quit.
Arvel looked at the two DB agents. "What were you doing in that forest with Lachance?
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 2:46 pm
((sounds good. he can b killed))
Seras stared at Arvel. "Lechance wanted to kill us because we're working with the Neveraine. Lechance already hates me because i'm stronger than him but he couldn't kill me. So he waited till he had an excuse. And a Dark Brotherhood speaker working with the Neveraine instead of the Night Mother is the best excuse anyone could ask for beside a DB member going against the Night Mother herself." She answered, her bright red eyes boring into him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 6:23 pm
Arvel smiled. "Your eyes don't intimidate me. And even if Lachance was there to kill you, you are Dark Brotherhood agents. But I shall look the other way.....for now.
Now, lets get to talking about this Neveraine. Did you recieve a letter as well?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 2:47 pm
OoC: Wtf. guys? Cmon! Lets get to posting here!
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:54 pm
Seras smirked. "I issued the letter. Everyone was supposed to meet at the Inn of Ill Omen. But no one came. So we left. And Lechance came. We are Dark Brotherhood members. I'm a Silencer. The Silencer of Lechance himself. But now I work for the NEverine. So i'm of no use anymore." She said.
{{sry. ive been grounded a rly busy. o an plz look at my guild Gorgon's Lair! ^^}}
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:56 pm
Confusion twisted Halandir's face. "Just who or what is this Neverine?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:04 pm
"Something much more powerful than the Night Mother or anything else." She said.
{{uh yea. If i was sposed to not that sry. I havent played any Elder scrolls in a while...}}
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 2:25 pm
"Em exuse me," Grandon said standing up and brushing off a bit of grime from his robes, "Slow down, I do believe I heard that I was a traitor! Proposterus! sense when I have I broken any of the tenets of ether the Brotherhood or the Mages guild!?" Grandon had reached a screaming angery yell by the time he reached the end. Electrical sparks flashed between his fingers and periodicaly a finger or two would light into flames only to be put out by an influx of frost.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:52 pm
Seras looked at him, louging back in a chair. "You are a traitor to the Dark Brotherhood if you follow the Neverine. It is not a tenet. It's an unspoken rule. One that every Darkbrotherhood member. Even the lowly murderers should know even if it's never told to them."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:51 pm
"Who said I follow anyone? I do what I will and will give me the most profit. I haven't carried out any orders givein to me from the Nevarine. Thus I haven't betrayed the brotherhood or compromised its secrets to a foe. I have merrly meet with a Dark Sister to discuss the future of Cyrodiil," Grandon had always been a pro at weasleing his way in and out of the rules, he had even killed a lowly Murder once and had gotten out of it by proving that the victum had been a traitor himself. If Sithis was displeased with him he was most certainly more pleased with the cleverness of the dark elf.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 11:35 am
Screen Name: Sergeant Paul Jackson_
Character Name: Kyle
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Breton
Faction(s): The Blades
Appearance: He has brown hair, and blue eyes.
Personality: he is very quite and will kill when told.
Starting Inventory: 1,000 gold, Royal Guard Armor, steel bow, 100 stell arrows, a steel dagger, and a steel long sword.
Brief Bio: His family has been Royal Guards to Septim family for hundes of years. His armor has been pased down his family sence the very begining of the Empire. Every person who has got them added thier own power to them.
Other: Owens a white horse, has a house in anvil.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 6:25 pm
Screen Name: Steel Dragon 77
Character Name: Shaiden
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Dark Elf
Faction(s): Had a brief stint with the Arena, on good terms with the
Thieves Guild (but not a member)
Appearance: Tall and thin, with a shallow jawline and dark complexion.
Personality: Friendly and playful, moreso on a job
Starting Inventory: A set of combination Leather/Dwemer armor, the cuirass of which grants 80% chameleon while sneaking and an amulet of feather. A Dwemer Stormblade (shock damage) and a Dwemer Precision Bow. Starts with 700 gold and artifacts (welkynd, varla etc) worth around 2000, plus Fin Gleam.
Brief Bio: Shaiden was seperated from his parents in Morrowind during a slave revolt. He wandered for around a year before finding a Dwemer ruin. Lucky enough to find a huge stash of artifacts, and no bandits, Shaiden walked away with his Precision Bow and Stormblade, plus enough money to buy a ticket to Cyrodiil.
He found Treasure Hunting to his liking, and successfuly plundered many Aylied ruins. Noticed for his bow skill by an Arena contender's agent, he was picked for a hit that would secure the contenders place as Arena Grand Champion. Unable to complete the hit due to moral conflict, Shaiden was turned in by his contractor. He was placed in the cell ne
xt to that of the Champion of Cyrodiil, managing to pick his cell lock and escape through the hidden dungeon. He is currently hunting for a fence to pay off his bounty and make him a free Elf again.
Other: Owns a black horse with elven horse armor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 7:01 pm
Screen Name: Shadow Splitter
Character Name: Salazar Shyscire (pronounced 'Shai-Sai-ur')
Gender: Male
Age: 48, appears younger
Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Faction(s): Thieves Guild, House Telvanni
Appearance: Like a Dark Elf with a rather tatooed face and bruised eye sockets, though he wouldn't be caught dead without his helmet on.
Personality: Acts humble usually, but thinks rather highly of himself.
Starting Inventory: Signature weapon, a named daedric longsword with a fiery enchantment, as well as a more-often used yet weaker Stalhrim longsword. Also, an enchanted Redoran Watchman's helmet, always used to hide his appearance. Green-and-orange robe, with some glass armor and an amulet that can levitate him to high places of all sorts.
Brief Bio: Born in the city of Caldera, Salazar had a mysterious childhood as an orphan under the care of the temple. At the age of eighteen, he joined the thieves guild in order to make some money. During his endeavors, he became lost and stumbled upon a daedric shrine. He remembered the tales of the evil daedra and was struck with fear when he saw that the shrine was populated with worshippers. His fear became a thrill when he decided to secretly murder each of the cultists without their' knowing. Surely, they would have money!
Ironically, what Salazar found was a treasure far greater than mere coins. A daedric longsword of perfect quality lay in the ruins, and he claimed it for his own. Over the years, he has grown increasingly powerful, and now seeks to escape the bounds of mortality through becoming a lich. Unfortunately, his magic skills are mediocre at worst..
Because he grew up in Morrowind, Salazar speaks with the gravelly voice of an ashlander. He enjoys treasure hunting and playing the lute and piano. He occasionally pays tribute to Sheogorath, and owned Wabbajack at one point, though such artifacts are never in the hands of mortals for long.
Other: Hello, Mr. Hegemon. I will try not to refer to you as Peter Wiggin.
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