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Honestly I don't know if i can handle two characters, but I'll make another if you need me to. Country: Germany Name: Alexander Eberhardt Age: 16 Personality: Alex is a rather soft spoken individual. He doesn't like conflict, is passive when it comes to talking to others, and is...

Faolan grunted as the inn began to shake. An earthquake? Invasion? No, this shaking was too uniform. It grew louder and louder by the second until something outside the inn crashed open. Quick to investigate, he pulled himself off the ground and made his way over to the brass doors, pushing them...

Faolan pulled the cloak closer as he passed through the gates of the city. Dusk was hanging over the Reach, like an enourmous blanket stretched across the mountains. He hadn't taken a breath in what felt like hours. Under the cloak he still wore his shaman outfit, and if a guard saw that Faolan...

300 is actually the average end of most of the elven lifespans in Elder Scrolls. However, through magic and power, many live to be thousands of years old. This is a very small number of elves, however. Theres a reddit post somewhere with all the lifespans of the races. Breton was the shortest...

Nature Magic is lore-wise a form of magic that only the Hagravens know of. Rather than drawing on the magicka reserves within the caster's body, they draw power from the land around them. The only reason Briar-hearts are made is so that they can tune into this nature magic. If you've ever...

Faolan Eagle-Heart Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Reachman/Breton Clothing/Armor: Forwsorn set, minus the hood Weapon(s) of Choice: Destruction Magic, no weapons Primary Skill: Destruction Secondary Skills (up to 3): Conjuration, Alteration, Enchanting Unique Skill...

Nadane cocked an eyebrow at Jekkel talking to his horses, slightly taken aback. There were a few cases of semi-intelligent animals in Tamriel, the Argonians being one of them, but horses? Perhaps this was just one of the Imperial's... quirks. Shaking his head, the dunmer settled into the...

Nadane watched as Maoris and Jekkel continued their back and forth, laughing to himself. "The joys of youth," he muttered quietly as Maoris left the bar, ruining Jekkel's drink in the process. The spectecal happening in front of them qas quite humerous- the bard seemed to see right through him...

Nadane straightened, the vision subsiding. It was almost time to depart, and he needed to get back. Quickening his original pace, the Indoril left the forest, entering Shor's Stone once more. The sounds of village life once again caressed his ears, which helped calm his still furiously beating...

((Sorry for late reply, getting ready for dead week and finals. Replies may slow down, sorry in advance)) Nadane nodded to Maoris, watching as he left to head off to the closest merchant. He gave the imperial one look before heading off as well, choosing to meditate while Maoris handled the...

Nadane looked back and forth at the two men, listening to them reason. Return the star? The purification ritual could take weeks, weeks he didnt have. But if he killed Jekkel now, he'd have no insurance for Boethiah. "Fine," he relented, sheathing Eltonbrand. "We'll purify the star at the Fair...

Nadane listened carefully to Maoris's description of the college. Magic was an accepted art in Morrowind, the art of destruction in particular. "Ah, well, theres only so much you can learn from teachers, despite their skill. Regulations always get in the way," he complained. "I myself never...

Nadane took a moment before finally sitting back, dropping the drawing on the seat beside him. "Well then sera, it would seem that our journey is protected by Boethiah himself." He smiled to himself, laughing lightly at his fortune. Now he knew that Boethiah didn't want harm to come to Maoris...

Nadane laughed, rubbing his forehead with his palm. "Yes, that tells me something alright..." he sighed, pulling out a parchment and charcoal stick from his bag. "This suit of armor you said, I've seen it before. It belonged to the reincarnation of my predecessor, the Nerevarine. And a few...

Nadane immediatly grew concerned. He just so happened to meet Maoris the day before he had plans to set out for another artifact, and he just so happens to be interested in daedra? And to top it all off, he's having visions and hearing voices? Boethiah was known for manipulation, since she was...

"Ah, well, Boethiah is... well, she's..." Nadane trailed off, trying to come up with the best words to describe her- or him. Boethiah couldn't seem to decide what form she wanted to be known for. "She's not like the other daedra in many ways. Other daedra like to take a more resigned approach to...

"Ah, well, i heard word of some Tribunal Worshippers up north near Windhelm," Nadane mused, whipping up a believable tale. "It's always a pleasant gift to find fellow believers in a hostile land, after all, though I'm not sure you could relate." He waved his hand dismissively, laughing lightly...

Nadane followed the two travelers, listening to their conversation. He did notice some discomfort that Maoris showed, which worried him, but the Breton seemed to have it under control. If it looked like it was getting worse he would inquire into the matter further, but at the moment it didn't...

Nadane listened closely to Maoris's description of the island. He'd always been interested in visiting, especially since the Nerevarine had once landed there. Startled by the sudden interruption, Nadane nodded at Maoris's quiet comments before turning himself. Competition? His eyes landed on the...

"Ah, well, thats a bit of a sad subject, really. Indoril definitely exists, we still control Mournhold and Vivec City. However, thanks to the fall of the False Tribunal, the Accession War, and the machinations of the Telvani, our influence has been reduced. Even now we only hold two seats on the...