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[minque]

BUURRRRRRRRRN!!!!

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

I was implying that you implied that KC doesn't have a life XD

[minque]

I was implying that you implied that KC doesn't have a life XD

WHAT??? NOOO way i didn't imply anything, just said I have a life, which i actually have...for better and for worse and that life interferes a LOT!..

[Elisabeth Hollow]

i know, but it's funny to me anyways XD

[Black Hand]

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This post has been edited by Black Hand: Sep 21 2013, 12:05 AM

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I'm not sure what you're telling us that for?

[Grits]

I think he's providing context.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Oh...I already knew she was Swedish. but I guess there's no way for him to know that I know that. I wasn't picking on her, I was picking on KC.

[Black Hand]

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This post has been edited by Black Hand: Sep 21 2013, 12:05 AM

[Elisabeth Hollow]

It always does, doesn't it? XD

[Black Hand]

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This post has been edited by Black Hand: Sep 21 2013, 12:06 AM

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I did it at the dollar store all the time, lol.

"Okay, one fourteen hour shift, then six hours of sleep, and repeat again the next day, and the next..."

Except I never slept.

go to sleep.

[Black Hand]

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This post has been edited by Black Hand: Sep 21 2013, 12:06 AM

[King Coin]

No I don't have a life.


@Rohirrim: I assumed that Sonita is a Khajiit. I'll edit if this is not correct.

[Rohirrim]

No I don't have a life.


@Rohirrim: I assumed that Sonita is a Khajiit. I'll edit if this is not correct.

Dead on. Did I not put her race? Ohhhhh lord was I tired when I wrote her sheet. Lol

[King Coin]

I couldn't find it actually.

[Grits]

Rohirrim, you did put Sonita’s race on her sheet. The problem was that her link got broken during thread cleanup. I fixed it, sorry about that!

[Zalphon]

Name: Raynil Sareth
Race: Dunmer/Argonian Hybrid (Explained in background)
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Four Years of Age
Birth Sign: The Mage

Skin Color: He has an ashen skin tone. It lends itself towards lighter shades, but it is certainly gray.
Eye Color: His eyes are a rich shade of scarlet, but the irises are flecked with a chalky white.
Hair Style: Raynil does not actually grow hair. From his head grow long spines that he allows to grow freely. They are very dark in color and look almost like those of an Argonian.
Hair Length: It reaches down to his shoulder-blades, but he seems ultimately unconcerned with the length.
Special Appearance: None.

Faction(s): Former Member of House Telvanni (Former Mouth of Mistress Therana).
Class: Dreamer
Class Description: Raynil’s madness has left him afflicted with the inability to distinguish reality from fantasy. More accurately, he genuinely has no ability to recognize that he is a unique individual. In the mind of Raynil Sarethi, he is Mundus. He believes that he is literally everything, even if he can not perceive it.

Major Skills: Raynil has always had a natural talent for the school of destruction, but ever since he has “recognized his true nature”, he has studied mysticism with great focus. Before his madness, he was said to be adept when it came to speaking; nobody is sure if that has been lost with the insanity.

Minor Skills: It was in his childhood that he learned to move undetected to some degree, if only to avoid the abuse of the Camonna Tong. Other talents he has acquired are the ability to compose rather elegant poetry and the ability to survive in the wilderness without the guidance of others.

Weapon(s): He carries no weapons.
Armor/Clothing: Raynil is garbed in the same outfit he wore so long ago as a Telvanni Mouth. The outfit as a whole has been tarnished through the years, as time brings ruin upon all things. The once midnight-black attire had faded to a dusky gray. The ends had become frayed from the abuse of their owner. It had simply been worn away.

The outfit was composed of the following articles of clothing:

-A large-brimmed hat made from the hide of a nix-hound.

-A duster of the finest wool. The lining of silk was actually enchanted to ensure that the wearer would always remain comfortable in all, but the most dire of temperatures.

-A long-sleeved shirt of cotton that had the word: “Mouth” embroidered in gold in the right breast.

-A belt made from the scales of a cliff-racer’s hide.

-Cotton pants.

-Boots made from the hide of a nix-hound.

Alchemical: He carries around no alchemical supplies believing that it is within his power to simply duplicate any effect that mere alchemy can produce.

Literary: He carries a diary and a special ink pen enchanted to always write in ink as black as ebony.

Misc.: He carries a necklace with tiny symbols of each Divine, Daedric Prince, and God he knows of. He considers this his way of remaining connected with the greatest beings that he regards as his children (as he is, in his own mind, a sort of father to everything that exists).

Biography:

Mehra Sareth was a lot like the usual thief. She did it not out of some desire to become a beloved folk hero or a mastermind who would be forever remembered—she did it, because she couldn’t afford to eat. So the girl survived by her guile and wit.

When times were good, she made a decent living simply swindling the unwary traveler. Mehra would often simply trick them in rigged games of chance or pickpocket a few coins or a piece of jewelry. Those were her usual methods.

When times weren’t so good, she had to resort to something she hated. She’d often end up selling her body to make end’s meet. Usually her clientele consisted of members of House Hlaalu and the Camonna Tong. That was until one of her Hlaalu clients demanded she “service” one of the slaves who had shown promise.

That slave was Gah-Mulan. It was with heavy heart that she ventured towards his slave quarters, but Gah-Mulan wasn’t like most of her other clients. In fact, he didn’t even ask it of her. The two just spoke for a few hours and then the Argonian said to his owner that she had been sufficient and he hoped to see her again.

It was because of that meeting that the two did in fact meet several times over the course of the next few months. However, the worst had come to occur. Mehra had become pregnant with the child of Gah-Mulan.

Upon discovery of this, the Argonian was tied to one of the giant mushrooms of the Odai Plateau with a wet leather strap before sunrise that was so tight, it nearly cut off circulation. It was by mid noon that he had suffocated as the leather constricted. Mehra was forced forth by the client who killed his prized slave to see what had happened to her lover and it was at that time that she broke.

When her son was born, she didn’t really love him. She was incapable of love. The woman simply was detached from emotion after losing Gah-Mulan, the only other person who had ever really cared about her. Despite how much she wanted to care about her son, she couldn’t love the thing that caused her to lose the only person she ever loved.

It was for her lack of concern with her son that she left him as an infant in the streets of Balmora and left his life forever. The Priests of the Tribunal Temple took care of him during his childhood, but he was never truly accepted. He was a burden that they tolerated and it was not difficult for them to turn a blind eye when he had returned to their sanctuary, beaten and bruised by the cruel xenophobes.

Raynil grew to hate life in Balmora. He prayed that the Tribunal would give him one chance—one opportunity to be free of it. He wished to be somewhere where he wouldn’t be hated for who he was; where he could be someone greater than he ever imagined. His prayers were answered when the Telvanni Mouth, Felisa Ulessen, arrived in Balmora to deliver news to the Tribunal Temple about Mistress Therana’s affairs.

It was with such passion that the young Dunmer pleaded to be taken to Sadrith Mora that the Telvanni Mouth felt a twinge of pity on the poor creature. So she agreed to bring him along to be tested to see if he could ever survive as one of their kind. Sareth eagerly left Balmora one last time—grateful to never have to return.

In Sadrith Mora, he learned quickly from the neophytes about the fundamentals of Magic Theory, Spell Law, and other sorts of things pertaining to their arcane craft. And over the years, he did in fact prove he was worthy of the title of Telvanni. His quick ability to learn spells distinguished him from others as a prodigy. That was something the Council took note of.

During his time in service to the Telvanni, he quickly ascended through the ranks with haste which was unexpected of someone so young. However, he was ruthless—he wasn’t concerned. He would be the greatest wizard to ever live and any who would dare oppose him would die.

That worked for him. At least until he came to service as the Mouth of Mistress Therana (after murdering Ulessen). Therana did not appreciate him as she should have and that irritated the young wizard. It was because of that, that he tried to usurp her position on the Council. That act failed miserably.

Therana effortlessly defeated him. But rather than kill him, she touched her hand to his head and uttered cryptic words. It was with those words that his power was lost and his mind cleared of its memories. Looking at the clearly lost and scared young man, she teleported him to the heart of the Ashlands in hopes that she would never see him again. Those hopes would come quite true.

Sheogorath and Vaermina were both drawn to such an opportunity to further their domains. Whispering into his ears as he stood in the waking world was Sheogorath, twisting his mind to make him believe that everything that had happened was testing him. It was all a way of showing him how strong he could be. And how he (Sheogorath) was the one to tell him the truth to it all. The Mad God told him that he literally was everything. He was just a personification of it all.

Raynil questioned it though. And when he felt unsure, Sheogorath made him believe through deception and trickery. Every question to poke a hole in the deceptions was met with a sly response of misdirection. Eventually—he couldn’t help but accept that he really was the reason that everything was.

It was when he dreamed that Vaermina let seeds of horror grow. Raynil watched as people endured unspeakable horrors. Every time he slept, that was all that he could imagine. Being unaware of the falsehood and believing he to be a literal manifestation of the universe itself, he believed he saw visions of what would be.

It was because of their actions that he came to a simple conclusion. He viewed the universe in the form of a tree. He knew that killing himself would only cut off but a single branch. So it was with a heavy heart that he began to plan a way in which he would unweave reality to save people from the hellish futures he saw. That was the only way he could save them from the unspeakable horrors.

[Grits]

Zalphon, I added Raynil to the character directory so his info will be easy to find.

mALX are you and Black Hand introducing a Clavicus Vile thread? I went back a page and saw Black Hand’s edit (Seth fell off a cliff and died, in case anyone else missed it).

Rohirrim, I think you might be the only one still posting in the tavern, but I’ll wait another day just in case anyone wants to get another night post in. Then unless I hear otherwise I’ll make a morning post tomorrow (Monday) to move the time forward.

Lol on the festival cleanup. I’m sure there’s lots of lovely gunk in the fish pond.

[minque]

Zalphon, I added Raynil to the character directory so his info will be easy to find.

mALX are you and Black Hand introducing a Clavicus Vile thread? I went back a page and saw Black Hand’s edit (Seth fell off a cliff and died, in case anyone else missed it).

Rohirrim, I think you might be the only one still posting in the tavern, but I’ll wait another day just in case anyone wants to get another night post in. Then unless I hear otherwise I’ll make a morning post tomorrow (Monday) to move the time forward.

Lol on the festival cleanup. I’m sure there’s lots of lovely gunk in the fish pond.

Black Hand has left, you may have missed that....