Niri (they/them)

Blessings of Aetherius have descended down upon this child, blessing their birth under that of....

 

The Lover | Sun's Dawn / February | Bard, Artist

Blessings of Aetherius descends upon this child, anointing their birth under that of...

 

The Lord | First Seed / March | Military Tactics, Forger

 

Title: Rajjin-daro, @IcyFrost93

Character Name: Rajjin-daro
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birth Sign: The Lord
Occupation: Thief

Gear: Lightweight leather armor, meant for maneuverability. Twin daggers, and a short bow.

Commonly carried items: Lockpick set, case of clay for key molds, a bandana, and a compact.


Skills:
1. Acrobatics | Master | 2*
2. Stealth | Master | 2*
3. Athletics | Adept | 1*
4. Pickpocket | Adept | 1*
5. Alchemy | Novice | 0*
6. Unarmed Fighting | Novice | 0*

7. Dual Wield | Novice | 1

8. Dodge | Adept | 2

9. Archery | Novice | 1

10. Persuasion | Adept | 2

11. Forgery | Adept 2

12. Lockpick | Master | 3

13. Streetwise | Adept | 2

14. Forger | Novice | 0*

15. Mil Tact | Novice | 0*

Points Used: 20
Points Available: 10


Flaws:
1. Catspaw / Stole an ancient tome for a mage who is trying to make political moves.
2. Ex-Slave / Grew up a child-slave in Morrowind before getting rescued by members of the Thieves Guild.
3. Infertile / As a child her owner had her ‘spayed’ to try and assert dominance. 

Number of Flaws: 3

Blessings of Aetherius descend upon this child, deeming their birth to be under that of...

 

The Apprentice | Sun's Height / July | Scribe, Tailoring

 

Title: Iszara, @IcyFrost93

Character Name: Iszara al-Taneth
Race: Redguard
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birth Sign: The Apprentice
Occupation: Sailor

Gear: Small shield and axe, lightweight leather clothing.

Commonly carried items: Map of constellations (for navigating by starlight), wineskin, coin purse, and dice.


Skills:
1. One-Handed | Adept | 1*
2. Athletics | Adept | 1*
3. Blacksmithing | Novice | 0*
4. Destruction | Novice | 1*
5. Shield | Adept | 1*
6. Dodge | Adept | 2

7. Acrobatics | Adept | 2

8. Alcohol Tolerance | Novice | 1

9. Artist (Cartography) | Adept | 2

10. Sailing | Master | 3

11. Streetwise (Port Cities) | Novice | 1

12. Mercantile | Adept | 2

13. Medical Knowledge | Novice | 1

14.  Scribe | Novice | 0*

15. Tailoring | Novice | 0*

Points Used: 18
Points Available: 12


Flaws:
1. Aimless / She is driven only by the desire to be upon the open sea, beyond that her life is in the wind.

2. Hatred / Hates Maomer.

3. Impatient / When not on a ship she wishes to hurry along whatever task is at hand.

Number of Flaws: 3

 

(Updated 20190423 for V3 Character Sheets))

@Oswald-Plays the Divines have heard your call and bless you under the light of Aetherius granting you a blessing...

 

The Mage | Rain's Hand / April | Scholar, Enchanting

 

You have been blessed under the Sign of The Mage gaining a point in the above skills!

 

Cornering AD in the Arena last night was my favorite moment, they had no place left to run mwahaha!

YAY I CAN MAKE THAT TIME!!!!! Yippie! Love me some Cyrodiil!

((This is my justification for buying the Snow-globe House))

 

Syhrina felt a soothing warmth wash over her, like a warm summer day laying in an open field. Her body ached from broken bones, incurred from her battle with Bone-Snacker. The last thing she remembered was Bjorn the Nord carting her down the road, cheerfully talking about her future as a member of The Companions.

 

The Bosmer girl slowly opened her eyes, as her vision blurred into focus she recognized she was in small room, as she became aware of the woolen sheet beneath hear she noticed the Nord woman standing over her.

 

“Ah, I see you are finally awake my dear. Don’t rush into moving now, your body is still fixing itself… well I should say my magic is fixing you, but that doesn’t matter as much… so just lay still dear.” The woman’s voice was a mixture of pleasant and arrogant, Rina smile as she reminded her of many Altmer.

 

“Bjorn managed to get you back here, and he finished your quest for you. Gunter and him got into it as the old man tried to say you didn’t slay Bone-Snacker from how you were looking, but of course our dear Wall-Maker stood his ground. You’ll be officially brought into the family once you can stand on your own… sister.” The Nord woman slowly moved her hands over Rina’s body, as a warming light poured from them and over the Bosmer.

 

Rina went to speak, but the pain of her broken ribs still made it difficult, a coughing fit overtook her and as she moved to cover her mouth she was also reminded of her broken left arm. As she fell back into the bed she felt the tears sliding down her cheeks.

 

“You poor thing, I know you must be in so much pain. To be honest from the looks of you when you arrived no one thought you’d live as long as you have,” The Nord paused as Rina gave her a confused look, “Oh my, yes you’ve been unconscious for the last three days or so. Bjorn fought tooth and nail to have me called in to mend your broken body. Sending a lone archer to fell a giant…,” She shook her head and then smiled at Rina, “That kind of bravery is needed in The Companions, so don’t you worry about what anyone else is thinking about all this.”

 

Rina chewed on her lip for a moment, wondering what the Nord woman meant. Before she could try to inquire on it, the Bosmeri girl felt a soothing peace and realized everything was floating away from her. She thought she heard the Nord’s gentle laugh as she faded back to sleep.

 

When Rina woke again, she took her time, slowly testing her ability to move. A smile creeped across her face as she noticed the pain in her arm and chest was almost not noticeable. She slowly pushed herself up and out of the bed, upon realizing she was naked she looked around the room, and upon failing to find her clothing she wrapped herself in the woolen blanket she was previously covered in.

 

Her muscles ached as she stood from the bed, looking around the small room she wobbled across the floor towards the door. As she opened it she found Bjorn heading her way.

 

“Ah, you’re awake. Jora will be happy.” The big Nord smiled and then realized Rina’s situation, “Oh please let me fetch what’s left of your clothes, go ahead and return to the room and sit down I’ll be back.”

 

Rina nodded slowly and moved back to sit upon the bed. While she was used to being naked from her carefree days in the forests of Valenwood, for some reason she felt embarrassment flushing her cheeks as she sat on the bed in the small room, only covered by a wool blanket. As she bit her lip to calm her nerves, Bjorn returned carrying her gear, both her chainmail and leather armored set, plus her usual leather clothing. She opted for the latter as the extra weight would be to much for her recovering body. Taking a moment of privacy to dress, the Bosmer rejoined Bjorn in the hallway.

 

“So I’m glad to see you on your feet, You spent most of the trip back in a haze muttering to yourself, it was quite something else though, how you managed to fell Bone-Snacker on your own. Ain’t no one doubting you belong among us now.” The tall Nord’s smiling words didn’t seem to express any of the issues the female Nord, Jora apparently, had mentioned.

 

“I’m glad. It’ll be nice to go on more adventures like that… but hopefully with people next time.” Rina gave a small laugh, more than slightly pleased at how it didn’t leave her balled up in pain.

 

The two walks through the hall and up a set of stairs, it was then Rina realized she was back in the mead-hall of Jorrvaskr. As she entered the main hall there was a rucus of other warriors lounging about, some eating, some drinking, some fighting, and some all three at once.

 

Rina smiled and looked over at Bjorn, really noticing his features for the first time. His long blond beard was a few shades darker than that pulled back on top, which was pulled into braids and a small ponytail. He was very broad and tall, his body clad in grey leather armor, with a face filled with joy and passion. His light blue eyes seemed to ease whatever, or whoever, they looked at; as many of the other Companions lifted their ale-horns at the sight of Bjorn. He appeared to be full of life and energy, something Rina was quite fond of.

 

“Well than Siren, let’s go get you some food and drink before the ceremony.” Bjorn smiled at gave Rina a firm pat on the back.

 

“Huh, what did you call me?” Rina recoiled forward slightly under the gentle pat.

 

Bjorn laughed vigorously, “Siren! Not many of the Shield-Siblings can pronounce your elvish name so Mort came up with that nickname cause it’s close enough!”

 

“Mort?” Rina tilted her head, not recalling meeting anyone by that name.

 

“Aye! The Stewmaster! Don’t worry, he already left back for Horst Frost Hall, but you’ll be seein’ plenty of his ugly mug soon enough!” Bjorn motioned, slightly pushed, Rina into a chair at the grand table that spanned across the hall.

 

Before her was a buffet of various cooked meats, with pitchers of ale and mead all over. The aroma filled her nostrils of sweet honey glazed ham, and well braised beef. Her mouth watered as Bjorn made her a plate of so many different things she couldn’t really tell what was what. As he set it in front of her he took a seat to her right and poured two mugs of mead for the pair.

 

“Gosh, you’re being awfully helpful Bjorn. You like this for all the newcomers?” Rina asked as she took a piece of ham into her hands, taking a bite while she waited for reply.

 

“Just for the one’s I’ll be seein’ a lot of. Plus it didn’t sit right with me, how Gunter sent you on your task alone. The Companions ain’t about roughin’ it without one another, for there's glory in sharing the battle!” Bjorn passed her a mug and took a long pull from his, “Not every Nord is alright with the thought of livin’ alongside the elves, but you showed me you thirst for honor and glory! The way your body moved as you fought Bone-Snacker, it was like a song bein’ sung in front of me!”

 

Rina listen to his words as she tore into her meal, the days of being bed-ridden catching up to her hunger. On the other side of the table sat the Nord woman, Jora, who had healed Rina’s wounds. Her shoulder length hair was a fiery red that contrasted with her green eyes that reminded Rina of the forest. Her leather and mail armored was various shades of blue. Syhrina recalled that a lot of mages used those colors for some reason or another. Jora smiled at Bjorn as he lifted his mug towards her.

 

“Ah there’s Snow-Spell herself! You should make sure to give her thanks Siren, Jora doesn’t like to use her magic in Jorrvaskr, lot of the old die-hards think it’s offensive to Shor. But if not for her you might not of pulled through after the battle.”

 

“I remember talking with her when I first awoke, well she talked I mostly coughed.” Rina blushed as she recalled how the woman took care of her.

 

Her conversation came to an end as a drunken brawl broke out between two other Nords across the hall, as many of the others began to cheer them on. After the shorter one managed a victory the hall roared with cheer as many horns of ale were passed around. Rina giggled at the bizarre sight and was excited to see what this new life had in store.

 

As the feast was dying down, the red-bearded old Nord, Gunter, moved to the center of the hall. He lifted his hands above his head, signalling attention and silence.

 

“The Harbinger had returned from battle to honor our newest… initiate. Allow me to say, that as rare as it is for elves to seek honor among the Companions, this one has proven herself. Let us move outside into the yard, where Vigrod will induct our newest sister.”

 

Cheers roared through the hall as Syhrina blushed, she felt Bjorn’s arm draped across her slender shoulders as he laughed and cheered along with the others. With a gentle pull the Nord helped Rina to her feet and out of the hall.

 

As the brave warriors gathered around in a circle, Rina was pushed forward to the center of the training yard. Before her stood a fierce looking man with a beard of fire, Vigrod Wraithbane, the Harbinger of The Companions.

 

“Companions! Today we assemble under open sky. So that the honored dead may look down upon us from Sovngarde as we raise one more to our ranks. This woman who stands before us all, has come seeking to make her name known as a Companion! Her presence proves the length of our glory, for she stands here an elf, the ancient foe of Ysgramor himself, yet today that matters not! For together all of us have come regardless of past, or birth, or beliefs, to forge ahead with a singular purpose. To travel these lands and take up arms for those who cannot do so for themselves, and by doing so immortalize our efforts in song. So that someday, yes someday my friends, there will stand a future Harbinger before a future initiate who will speak of us.”

 

Shouts ripped out from the crowd, excited voices raised horns of ale and cheered.

 

“Shield-Siblings, bear witness now, as one of us steps forward vouch for this woman’s strength.” Vigrod’s voice controlled the crowd.

 

Syhrina looked around, from behind her, Bjorn stepped forwards. His massive shield on his back blocking most of Rina’s view.

 

“I, Bjorn Wall-Maker, will speak for Syhrina the elf’s courage. I watched as she single-handedly slew Bone-Snaker, the giant who terrorized The Pale.”

The Harbinger nodded, “Brother Bjorn, you are known to us all. Your shield is the stalwart force that protects the weak, and pushes forward to drive back evil. Do you accept this woman as your Shield-Sister? To support you and your Shield-Siblings against any foe?”

 

“Aye, I will use my strength to protect her from our enemies, as I know she will use hers to strike them down before they can reach us.”

 

Vigrod nodded and stood silent for a moment, he then lifted his arms and shouted to the crowd. “And who will speak for Brother Bjorn? To prove that this Nord hasn’t taken one too many blows to the head to consider this small thing who stands before us equal?!”

 

Rina’s heart skipped, as she couldn’t tell if this was part of the Nord humor she had heard of, or something more cruel. As she pondered, a man stepped forward, his skin olive and his brown hair slicked back. His moustache and goatee fitted his face, neatly trimmed, and on his back was a grand Nordic battle-axe.

 

“I, Felix Fieraeplo, will stand beside Brother Bjorn’s words. As his shield blocks our enemies from overtaking us, my axe swings out to strike down our foes.”

 

Vigrod’s face brightened, “Ah yes! The Colovian stands before us! Another who found Skyrim to be his home in order to find himself and his glory! Brother Felix has proven to many of us his father’s Nordic blood rushes through his veins! So be it! With the word of my Shield-Brothers, I support their claim to raise Syhrina the Wood Elf to become our newest Shield-Sister! May her bow always shoot true, and her small frame always hold it’s mead!”

 

With that the Companions roared with cheers and rushed the small Bosmer girl, hugging her and patting her head. They lifted her up and carried her back into Jorrvaskr. Syhrina did not remember who handed her the first ale-horn, nor the first mug of mead, likewise she couldn’t recall who slapped her on her back as she bravely declared she could in fact drink the entire pitcher of mead after her eleventh horn of ale. What Syhrina did remember though, was the incredibly painful headache she awoke to on the cart-ride she found herself the next morning.

 

As she tried to gain awareness of her situation she spotted Riellebet trotting behind the cart. Once again she was in a small wagon affixed to the hindquarters of Bjorn’s brown steed. To her left on a beautiful white stallion was the Colovian man who spoke up during the ceremony, he turned to her and laughed.

 

“Ah, the small Wood Elf rejoins the living eh? First day as a Companion and we’ve already almost lost you twice, hopefully that won’t be a habit.” He smiled pleasantly at Rina.

 

From the right side a familiar voice responded.

 

“And see that we keep her away from the thick of things so we don’t have to go fixin’ her up every battle.” Jora replied with a roll of her eyes.

 

Syhrina rubbed her temples, the aching pain of everything made her woozy. She blinked rapidly for a moment trying to clear her thoughts.

 

“Uhm, so where are we now? Are we doing a quest so soon?”

 

This time, Bjorn was the one to speak. Without turning in his saddle the big blond Nord spoke up.

 

“Not quite yet Siren, but look at ye, hankerin’ for a battle already! But no, we’re simply heading home to Horst Frost. While Jorrvaskr is nice and all, can’t be fitting all of the Companions in there so easily. So many of us strike out and establish places around Skyrim to work out of, we have a perfect little lighthouse on the coast of The Pale, ain’t to far from Dawnstar either.”

 

Jora sighed, “Little is an understatement. It was crowded enough with the four of us… although I suppose Siren is small enough she will not take up to much space… I suppose she will be sharing a room with me then?”

 

“Ha, of course, we wouldn’t dare sacrifice her to having to sleep with Wall-Maker and his snoring” Felix jabbed in with his jest.

 

Rina smiled to herself, she looked over to Bjorn and asked he stop for a moment. Taking some time to stretch her legs and handle some personal business, the Bosmer returned to the group and mounted her wolf.

 

“Well then, let’s go!”

 

Eventually, the four arrived to the coastline, Syhrina was leaning in close to Riellebet, cuddling his fur for warmth. The icy winds wiped along the shore and snow flew past covering everything. Before her was a modest lighthouse, with a small building attached to the base. It stood on a hill overlooking icy waters that spanned outwards to the north.

 

“Behold, Horst Frost Hall, it’s a modest place yeah, but it’s ours. And uh, don’t worry the basement is where our rooms are and it's the warmest part.” Bjorn chuckled as he lead the group over to a nearby stable.

 

As the four stabled their mounts and secured the small wagon, they made their way inside the building. Rina was impressed at the solid stone construction, and was hoping it would block out the cold winds. As they entered Rina smelled the aroma of cooked meats, she gazed around the room. A stairway to an upper level with a path to ascend the lighthouse next to what appeared to be the kitchen. Before her was a decently sized living room, a nicely made table stood in the center before a fireplace stoked with many logs. Barrels of mead filled the hall along the walls, to which Rina giggled at the thought of spending cold days drinking with her new Shield-Siblings.

 

The kitchen was a nicely sized area, with an overlook of the living room below, by the railing stood a monstrously large male Orsimer grabbed in hide and bones. He stepped closer to the railing and took a break from stirring something in a bowl to wave at the group. His giant face was filled with, to Rina what appeared as, a ridiculous mustache.

 

Bjorn raised his arms excitedly in greeting. “Stewmaster! Glad to see ya again my brother!”

 

“Ah, yes. Welcome home comrades, I was just preparing a meal of venison and was thinking of trying to bread it with these spices I picked up on the way. I see we picked up a small child? Will he be our cupbearer?” The massive Orc said as he returned to stirring the bowl.

 

Felix let out a laugh and doubled-over, using the wall for support. Meanwhile Jora simply rolled her eyes and walked forward, heading for the basement door that was at the base of the wall that supported the kitchen overlook. Rina, once again, was embarrassed for her petite frame and simply sighed.

 

“Oh, no you got it all wrong mate. This here is Siren! Our newest Shield-Sister,” Bjorn started, putting emphasis on the word ‘sister’, “She’s the one I told you about, the one that slayed Bone-Snacker.”

 

The big Orc simply nodded, “I see. Well my apologizes Sister Syhrina, I do hope you are fond of the new name I bestowed you for sake of the Nords. I welcome you to our home, I am Mort the Stewmaster. Proud chef to these savage wildlings.”

 

Rina scratched her cheek, as the thought crossed her mind she couldn’t help but ask.

 

“Uhm, you’re wearing scraps of hide and bone, but you seem pretty….err… not savage?”

 

Mort let out a thunderous roar of laughter. “Aye child, I am how Malacath made me, a mass of lumbering flesh made lethal. However my heart yearns for the joys of crafting food and drink to partake at the end of hard fought battle. But in jest I decided if the world were to see me as the ferocious beast, why not dress the part?”

 

Rina nodded along, pretending to understand. Bjorn turned back to her and gave her a firm pat on the back.

 

“Welcome home Syhrina, welcome home.”

 

Absolutely love this event. It's perfect for my Bow Warden, hit and run style fun!

 

Syhrina felt the rush of wind behind the force of the giant’s swing. As the massive club narrowly missed the Bosmeri girl’s face. The Nordic helmet the girl was wearing was roughly removed from her head, due to the horn attachment being caught by the giant’s maul, Rina started to ponder if she was in over her head.

 

The previous week.

 

Having successfully escorted the merchant M’Yarn to Falkreath, the Bosmeri girl decided to spent some time in the strange and foreign land; at the behest of her friends Helja and Lywynn who both hailed from Skyrim. Even the warrior Valkyrie had plenty to say when she learned Rina was Skyrim bound, thus fueling the desire in the young elf to take the chance to really explore the ancient homeland of men within Tamriel.

 

With that the Bosmer found herself exploring the city of Falkreath, having fallen in love with the heavily forested area, Rina was feeling comfortable in the city amidst the trees. While taking some time to hunt the nearby outskirts, as she was more than happy to earn her own food this way, she came upon a group of armed adventurers dragging behind them the corpse of some giant hairy beast.

 

Immediately curious, the Bosmer approached and greeted the group.

 

“Oh hey there! Wow that’s a crazy looking… thing you got there! Is that food?” Rina waved to the group of Nords.

 

One of the Nords, a man wearing well-weathered leather armor, stepped forward and gave Rina a terse look.

 

“No it is not, and it is we Companions who claim this bounty. Don’t you get any wild ideas elf.”

 

Rina tilted her head.

 

“Oh ho? Well I didn’t know you and your companions were hunting that.. Thingy. What is it anyways?”

 

The Nord began to sneer slightly, but decided to humor the Bosmer.

 

“Ain’t you never seen a troll before elf? I guess you soft lot don’t have real prey in your summery homes.” The Nordic man crossed his arms across his chest, a greatsword slung across his back.

 

“Oh a troll? I’ve heard stories about them! And Valenwood has trolls! I just never seen one before, well before now.” Rina replied with a smile, completely unable to read the mood.

 

The remaining two Nords stepped forward next to their ally, and began to study the Bosmer in detail.

 

“You must be new to Skyrim elf, a scrawny thing like you would never last here, take some advice and make your way back to whatever tree you climbed out of.” One of the other Nords said, a stout man with a long beard, and even a longer handle to his axe that hung from his hip.

 

“Oh yeah, I am new here actually, just got here byway of High Rock! I was hired to escort a merchant and his wagon from there through northern Hammerfell to here!” Rina exclaimed.

 

The remaining Nord spoke up next, “Oh I see, a traveler then? Well excuse the suspicious actin’ of my friends here. The Companions have a rough history with you elves, but if ya were able to make it here without lazy magicks maybe ye are something something.”

 

The last Nord gave a odd smile, it was hard to see due to heavy facial scarring, across his back was a massive hammer.

 

“The Companions? You mean your friends?” Rina tilted her head again as she asked in confusion.

 

The Nords seemed to scoff in unison, it was the lead Nord who replied.

 

“You ain’t never heard of The Companions before elf? As in Ysgramor’s Five Hundred Companions who left Atmora and claimed these lands from the elves?”

 

Rina scratched her cheek. “Uhm, nope! But golly that fella had a lot of friends!”

 

The three Nords blankly stared at Syhrina for a moment, after a time the Nord with the hammer shook his head and laughed.

 

“Well I’ll be a snow-bear’s mate. This one has some humor in her. Well elf, we’ve been held up here long ‘nough. But if you wanna earn your honor and fame head to Whiterun, maybe old Gunter can make use of ye.”

 

The other two Nords laughed as if this was some sort of prank, Rina on the other hand beamed as she felt this smelled of grand adventure. She nodded excitedly to the Nord and wished them well, setting off down the road after one of the pointed out the way.

 

Rina next found herself at the massive mead-hall known as Jorrvaskr. Inside many brave human warriors sparred and drank. The Bosmeri girl felt a smile crawl across her face as she witnessed all that was going on, a smile that lasted until someone pointed her in the direction of this Gunter.

 

“By Shor’s sweaty underpants! An elf girl wants to be a Companion?! Don’t ye know your history missy? Ain’t to many willin’ to make a Shield-Sister of an elf!”

 

Rina blinked, “Well why not? I’m really good with my bow! And I’ve been huntin’ longer than some of you have been alive. I left Valenwood in search of adventure, and um… I found it here!”

 

Gunter stared at the girl for a moment before downing his horn of ale.

 

“Alight lass, I’ll give you credit you got guts. Maybe enough to keep ‘em inside of that tiny body of yours! If you wanna prove you gots what it takes to become an honored Companion, despite your birth, well that’ll be for Tsun to judge not I.” Gunter stroked his massive fiery beard.

 

Presently.

 

And so Rina found herself tasked with tracking a particularly feisty giant that was reeking havoc in a region known as The Pale. She stalked the massive towering creature for a day or two before finally taking the chance to strike, as they found themselves in an open plain of snow, giving the Bosmer plenty of room to run and dodge that giant’s maul, which was about twice the size of Syhrina herself.

 

Her quest of acceptance was to bring back the head of this giant, who had received the name of Bone-Snacker from the Nords. Doing so who, apparently, prove Rina’s merit and allow her to truly take upon the trials to join The Companions.

 

Gunter had rambled on about something to do with earning Tsun’s blessing and the like, but Syhrina was too excited to really pay attention.

 

Rina attempted to take the first blow, as she crept upon the giant and unleashed a volley of arrows, that were swept away by an errant gust of icy winds. Bone-Snacker took notice and swung back fiercely, taking Rina’s helm with it.

 

Springing backwards to get some distance, Rina managed to get out of the immediate arm-reach of Bone-Snacker and his maul. Wasting no time the Bosmer notched three arrows simultaneously and unleashed them, aiming for the giant’s right knee.

 

Finding great success, all three arrows burrowed into the flesh around the knee, as Bone-Snacker roared in fury falling under his own weight for a moment. The creature took it’s massive hand and easily torn the arrows back out, then using his massive maul to prop himself back to his feet.

 

Rina tried to take advantage of the moment, but Bone-Snacker had other plans, with a lightning fast sweep the giant lashed out in anger slamming his maul towards the Bosmer. Who gracefully lept around the impact and rolled forward, springing to her feet with another arrow notched.

 

As she fired the arrow the giant, now angered at the tiny foe, swatted away the attack with it’s massive hand. Then unleashing a loud and thunderous battle cry. The roar of sound stunned Rina for a moment as she her ears rang violently.

 

Rina shook off the pain in her head, knowing she couldn’t afford a moment of relief as Bone-Snacker was already lumbering towards her, with his maul raised high. Rina moved and leapt into a tumble to dive between the giant’s legs, hoping to have access to it’s back. Unfortunately for the young elf Bone-Snacker caught on and delivered a powerful kick into Rina’s torso, cracking several ribs and sending the elf flying away into the snow.

 

Rina groaned in pain as she felt the massive burning pain behind her leather armor; upon arriving in Skyrim she was able to use the gold she made with the Circle to afford some more decent and fitting gear, thick leather armor with chainmail underneath. It was this that she thought saved her from such a vicious blow as her previous garb would of be next to useless from the giant’s kick. Slowly propping herself to her knees Syhrina felt tears stream down her face as the pain of her broken ribs flashed out across her body. Through blurry eyes she saw the distance between her and Bone-Snacker was easily twenty meters and she shakily lifted her bow. As she pulled back on the bowstring, pain once more rang across her and she left loose blindly, sending an arrow into the snow, never to be found again.

 

The giant closed in on the elf, as she still sat upon her folded knees in the snow, she quickly used her bow as a crutch to push past the pain and onto her feet. She gauged that the giant was now just about within reach to swing his massive maul at her, and she felt her agileness was not going to save her now. Taking a desperate move she took the small container of Dwemer oil from her belt and poured it over several of her arrows.

 

As the giant lifted his maul preparing to swing down upon the wounded Bosmer, Rina took the flint from her belt pouch and ignited three of the arrows and deftly notching them, taking aim upwards from the looming shadow of the giant she released her grip. The flaming arrows carved into the giant’s face, the beast bellowed in pain and fury, dropping the maul into the snow with a thunderous thud. Bone-Snacker twated at his face to put out the flames that lit up his beard, allowing Rina a moment of respite to find her strength.

 

Bone-Snacker slammed his face into the frozen field, extinguishing the flames in the snow, as he looked up he casted a look filled with rage and hatred at the Bosmeri girl as he pushed himself up and reached for his maul. Finding his anger to motivate him he rushed forwards swinging madly at Syhrina, the girl desperately moved to dodge the incoming flurry of blows. Upon the end of the assault Rina found herself under attack again, from a fit of painful coughs that radiated pain throughout her body, tears trickled down her cheeks as blood dripped from her lips.

 

She turned to face Bone-Snacker, who was spinning around to find the small Bosmer and preparing another flurry of swings. Rina quickly lit three more arrows and fired them as rapidly as she could. As the first of the three struck into Bone-Snacker’s chest the beast swatted the other two out of the air, he roared and slammed him maul into the earth sending out a rippling shockwave that caused Rina to lose balance and collapse into the snow.

 

Bone-Snacker stepped forwards and bent over grabbing the Bosmer in his massive hand, his temper truly flared the giant jerked and threw Rina away, akin to a child tossing a doll when their mother said no to a second sweetroll. As Syhrina crashed and bounced against the ground, not even the snow could ease the impact. She struggled to her hands and knees only to slide into the snow face-first. Her vision darkened as the sounds of the giant’s footsteps seemed to grow further away.

 

Rina came to her senses as she looked down into the puddle of blood that was melting through the snow, her own blood it appeared as her skin was torn from the bouncing against the ground. As she looked up she realized she had but an instant to move, as her adrenaline pumped through her veins she pushed herself towards the left as the maul of the giant crashed into the ground where she just was. She reached for an arrow and notched it as her vision filled with stars, she prayed that her muscles would remember how to aim as she fired into the looming figure. A roar of pain cut through the air and as Rina shook her vision clear she found her arrow, lodged into the sensitive area between the giant’s legs.

 

Bone-Snacker flailed wildly, his maul carving into the snow all around the area between Rina and him. For the first time Rina noticed the torrent of blood pumping out of the various wounds that Bone-Snacker had endured, a boost of confidence she needed to find her strength and push herself back upon her own feet. She took a breath, finding the process to be sharp and painful, as she tried to steady her aim once more. Her body twitched as she drew back the bowstring and felt more than relieved once she let loose another arrow which managed to find its way into the neck of Bone-Snacker.

 

The beast made a sickening coughing sound, as if blood was choking his efforts to breath. In a final fury Bone-Snacker rushed forwards, dropping his maul entirely and reeled back to punch Rina with his massive fist. Syhrina tried to move, but her body didn’t agree with her, she fell to a knee from her injuries as the massive fist drove into her, her small frame sent flying backwards with a loud snap. Rina coughed and spit a mouthful of blood, pain washed over her like the flickering of a fire. Her vision darkened as the cold snow beneath her was all that kept her conscious. She moved to prop herself up, but her arms slipped out from next to her as more pain shot through, she realized her left arm was broken.

 

She looked around and saw the lumbering mass that was Bone-Snacker slowly trudging closer, his breathing rough and forced. Rina gritted her teeth as hard as she could, taking her bow in her left hand and forcing herself into position. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled back an arrow with her right hand, Bone-Snacker stood about five meters away. Rina, still mostly laying on her back, aimed towards the beast and let loose the arrow, immediately falling back and dropping her arms to the side in pain.

 

Rina didn’t see what happened.

 

She laid there on her back in the snow, for what felt both like an instant and an eternity. Her breathing was slow and shallow, as anything else caused her broken ribs to send waves of pain across her. The burning pain filled her left arm, she was mildly grateful to rest it in the snow.

 

The corpse of Bone-Snacker laid face-first in the snow at her feet, only centimeters from crushing her with crash of his body after her last arrow found its place between his eyes.

 

“Y’ffre, thank you for blessing your children with the gift of luck….” Rina thought hazily as she continued to lay in the snow.

 

From the distance Rina heard the clapping of hands, her reflexes kicked in and she forced herself up with her right arm. She saw a man approaching, a tall Nord with a shield on his back and a sword on his hip. His blond beard was coated in ice, and his blue eyes filled with passion. Rina gritted her teeth, fearful the stranger was a bandit coming to finish her off, or worse. She knew she was in no condition to continue fighting.

 

“Well done elf girl. And here I thought Gunter was sending you off to your death.” The Nord said as he stopped clapping.

 

“Wh-...Who are….you?” Rina managed to get out after another coughing fit, blood splattering from her lips.

 

The Nord smiled and took a vial from his satchel, he took a small sip of it himself and then tossed it to Rina. “Drink, it will ease the pain.”

 

As the resealed vial landed next to Rina she nodded, appreciating the show of trust the man gave without a need to. As Syhrina felt the cool red liquid course down her throat, her vision blurred for a moment as a warm calm washed over her. The burning pain in her chest and arm seemed to be a distant dream.

 

“Name’s Bjorn, I was sent to bear witness to your endeavor as a Shield-Brother. May Shor forgive me for not helping you, as is normal with our initiates… but Gunter was adamant about testing your elven mettle. Take your time, no more harm will come across you sister. From here on out your an I are kin, I will vouch for you proving you have what it takes to be a Companion.” The Nord said, standing heroically over the body of the battered Bosmer.

 

Rina smiled weakly, and by the time Bjorn had freed Bone-Snacker’s head from the rest of his massive body, found her way to her feet. Using her bow as a crutch she followed the man to the woodline weakly, as he helped her into a cart he had attached to his horse. As the pair made their way back to Whiterun, Rina watched the sky pass by overhead, until the peace of sleep took her.

Oooooh PvP stuff on Wednesdays and Thursdays are like a gift from the Eight for me!!! 

Title: Lady Liliniri, @IcyFrost93

   

Character Name: Liliniri

Race: Altmer, Daughter of Coldharbour

Gender: Female

Age: Approximately 400, Appears to be in mid-thirties.

Sign: The Tower

Occupation: Vampire Mage

 

Gear: Very aged leather armor with chainmail underneath, sometimes changed out for simple, yet elegant garb. Carries a staff, yet doesn’t seem to use it often.

   

Commonly carried items: Soul gems, and several vials of blood.

 

   

Skills:

1. Stealth | Master | 2*

2. Alteration | Novice | 0*

3. Conjuration | Adept |2*

4. Destruction | Adept | 2*

5. Illusion | Master | 5*

6. Enchanting | Adept | 1*

7. Restoration | Novice | 1

8. Necromancy | Adept | 3

9. Blood Magic | Adept | 3

10. Scholar | Adept | 2

11. Persuasion | Adept | 1*

12. Dodge | Adept | 2

13. Mysticism | Novice | 1

14. Unarmed Fighting (Claws/Fangs) | Adept | 2

15. Resilience | Adept | 2

16. Lockpicking | Novice | 0*

17. Spying | Novice | 0*

 

Guaranteed Skills:

1. Daywalking: Her perfect form given by the powers of Molag Bal grants her the power to walk in the presence of the Sun.

2. Enhanced Speed/Strength: While veiled in the darkness of night, her true power shines.

3. Can Be Healed Through Normal Means

4. Can Be Heal From Feeding

5. Nightvision: Her Vampiric eyes grant her the power to see where others could not.

 

Points Used: 29

Points Available: 1

 

Flaws:

1. Fire Vulnerability (Moderate) / Her gift from Molag Bal grants her much over lesser Vampires, but nothing is perfect.

2. Weakened By The Sun / While she can still walk amongst the mortal world of day, it reminds her of her unfulfilled aspirations for divine power.

3. Anxious / A long life of strife has caused her to become a paranoid recluse.

4. Dark Presence / As a Daughter of Coldharbour she emits a sinister aura, after centuries of living as a Vampire she is easily seen as a monster to many.

5. Driving Goal / Has become obsessed with simply acquiring objects to give her greater power, more so than even her desire to use such power.

6. Egotistical / Nearing half a millennia old she finds herself to be a perfect creation, especially towards other “lesser’ Vampires.

7. Former Ranking / Once a powerful and respected Altmer Mage, she was a students of the original Mages Guild, but her desire for power lead her to the Daedric Prince Molag Bal.

8. Paranoid / Seeing threats in all corners, she is very hostile towards others.

9. Xenophobic / To both man and ‘lesser’ Vampires. Sees the Altmer as the rightful rulers of the world.

10. Silver Vulnerability (Moderate) / Her Vampiric nature causes this weakness to manifest.

 

   

Number of Flaws: 10

 

((20190423 Updated for V3 Character Sheet))

Oh man @Kammus this was awesome haha I really can't wait to interact with your character more, super awesome backstory idea!

I will be there in spirit! As I have SWTOR RP during that time slot, but I believe in all of your abilities to bring glory and honor to the Pact!

Title: Frolo-dar, @IcyFrost93

   

Character Name: Frolo-dar

Race: Khajiit (Cathay)

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Occupation: Sellsword

Sign: The Ritual

 

Gear: Leather armor with some pieces of plate and chainmail underneath. Sword on one hip, dagger on the other hip.

 

   

Commonly carried items: Pouch of moon-sugar, water skin, satchel of potions, and what appears to be a common house-cat.

   

   

Skills:

1. Dual Wielding | Master | 3

2. Stealth | Adept | 1*

3. Pickpocketing | Adept | 1*

4. Lockpicking | Adept | 2

5. Alchemy | Novice | 0*

6. Dodge | Master | 3

7. Parry | Adept | 2

8. Military Tactics | Novice| 0*

9. Detective | Adept | 1*

10. Medical Knowledge | Novice | 1

11. Persuasion | Novice | 1

12. Athletics | Novice | 0*

13. Unarmed Fighting | Novice | 0*

14. Acrobatics | Novice | 0*

   

   

Points Used: 15

Points Available: 15

   

Flaws:

1. Enemy / While working as a sellsword for Dominion forces, he managed to upset a high ranking Pact official, starting a very bad grudge.

2. Bounty / In Ebonheart Pact controlled territories, a bounty stands of 1,000 gold.

3. Friends-in-High-Places / Spent years as a Dominion sellsword, and was decently respected as a cunning warrior.

   

Number of Flaws: 3

 

Title: J’tygir-do, @IcyFrost93

   

Character Name: J’tygir-do

Race: Alfiq (Khajiit)

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Occupation: Cat

Sign: The Thief

 

Gear: N/A

 

Commonly carried items: N/A

   

Skills:

1. Pickpocket | Master | 1**

2. Stealth | Master | 2*

3. Dodge | Master | 3

4. Beast Mastery | Master | 3

5. Spying | Adept | 2

6. Streetwise | Adept | 1*

 

       

Points Used: 12

Points Available: 18

   

Flaws:

1. Lazy / Hates having to do anything that requires effort, he has a younger brother for that.

2. Disfigured(?) / Born under a Waning Jode and a Full Jone, J’tygir-do takes on the form of a Alfiq.

3. Mute / Due to his Alfiq form he cannot communicate with non-Khajiit.

 

   

Number of Flaws: 3

Empty Pockets

A Syhrina adventure of her own

 

Syhrina awoke before the break of dawn. Her face filled with the largest of smiles as she rolled back and forth on the mattress bed of the simple room. Being offered a room to stay the night at the Voyager’s Luck Inn was something far beyond her aspirations. The young Bosmer had only heard of the cruelty of man from other merfolk. It was quite the surprise for some many people to have been such a huge help in her fresh start as an adventurer, she thought.

 

“Helja and Lady are so nice, first helping me with that Wisp quest for nothing, and then giving me food and a place to sleep last night. Wow, I wonder if they do this for all adventurers?” Rina thought to herself as she curled up with the bedsheet.

 

After a few more moments of comfort, Rina jump up out of the bed and stretched, rays of sunlight scattered in from the window, dressing her only in their beams. After the woman completed her morning routine of stretches, something many Bosmer did to maintain the agility needed to hunt the vast and dense Deepwoods, she reached for her clothing and began to wrap herself in the hide clothing of previous hunts. Syhrina scratched her cheek as she counted the arrows in her quiver, seeming content with the contents the Bosmer donned her gear and left the inn.

 

As Syhrina explored the nearby village of Koeglin, she saw the villagers also starting their day, small stands lined the street as merchants traded wares. Syhrina stopped to examine the contents of one such stand and soon found herself aweing at the miscellaneous objects for sale. All of which were vastly foreign and unique to the young Bosmer. The merchant who ran the stand, a feline looking Khajiit, mused at the elf.

 

“Does the elf boy find something he like?” The Khajiit asked in a silky accent.

 

It took a moment for Syhrina to realize the Khajiit was talking to her, upon the revelation her cheeks flushed red and she stomped her foot.

 

“I am a girl thank you very much! And uhm, no I’m just browsing…”

 

The Khajiit looked up and down at Syhrina, as if he was verifying her statement to her gender. Reflexively Syhrina stuck out her chest as if to try and accentuate her womanly features.  

 

“Ah, this one makes a mistake. But if elf girl has no gold to trade, elf girl should move on. Many customers await to trade with M’yarn.” The Khajiit motioned haphazardly with his hand for Syhrina to leave.

 

Rina huffed and walked away, feeling embarrassed from the interaction. She recalled how in her youth the boys in her village would tease her in similar manner due to her frame. Bosmers were notoriously lithe and petite; and Syhrina was, much to her dismay, the epitome of these traits.

 

As Syhrina was pondering if growing out her hair would help her case, she wandered past a post-board covered in many flyers. She stopped and examined the collection, as this was the true motive for her exploration of the village. After some time examining the options she settled on one in particular.

 

“Assistance Needed!

A call to arms for any capable adventurer.

Upon authority of the Baroness a bounty of fifty gold pieces is offered to whosoever is able to slay a monstrous wolf who has been stalking local cattle farms.

 

Proof of hide will be required upon payment.

See Marquis Vanderden for collection.”

 

 

Syhrina’s eyes lit up upon reading the flyer. Hailing from Valenwood she was quite familiar with dealing with the animal denizens of the Deepwoods, whether it be hunting for prey or calming the more aggressive ones. She felt confident that a lone wolf would be an easy task to handle.

 

“Fifty gold for a wolf? That’s almost half of what I got from that Wisp quest! And I will get to keep all of this now since I got my bank account settled!" The Bosmer thought to herself.

 

Rina tore the flyer from the board and returned to the alley of market stalls, hoping to gather clues of what direction these farms lie. As many of the stalls were busy, Syhrina found herself once again in front of the Khajiit merchant M’yarn.

 

“This one wonders if elf girl now has coin to trade, yes? M’yarn sees no reason for elf girl to be crowding this one’s stall elsewise.” The Khajiit stood with his hands on his hips.

 

“Uhm, well… I do not.” Syhrina started with a reluctant pout, but quickly regained her excitement and continued, “But I do have something to maybe trade, I need to know where the local cattle farms are, in return I have some newly carved arrowheads!”

 

Syhrina spent some time the previous night carving the bones she took from the rabbit roast into arrowheads, originally planning to add them to her quiver once she forged some shafts for them later. Having little gold left it was the only thing of true value the Bosmer had. As she took them out of her quiver and placed them on the stand, M’yarn looked at them inquisitively, quietly thinking them over for a moment.

 

“This one sees the tales of wood elf craftsmanship is true. Just mere bone, but as sharp as iron, this one is decently impressed. What is it elf girl wanted for these?” M’yarn asked as he counted the four arrowheads and tested there points.

 

Rina explained the situation from the flyer and smiled as the Khajiit nodded, being familiar enough with the area to point her in the right direction. The transaction coming to a close Rina thanked the merchant and was off and on her way.

As she approached the outskirts of one of the farms, she quickly saw what the underlying issue was. The cattle farm was positioned on the edge of a forest, with the grazing area resting next to a thicket of trees. Meanwhile, the house of the farm was rested upon a hill, that while during the day would be poised to give a good view of the entire property; but at night would cast shadows upon the grounds, making predators much more difficult to see to the less abled hunters.

 

Having decided to wait until dusk to begin her hunt, Syhrina sat in the crevasse between two large rocks, propping herself against them as a backrest. During her wait she sharpened her arrowheads into finer points, wanting them to be as deadly as possible for this ‘monstrous’ wolf.

 

As the sun began to set, Rina readied herself, she crept towards the woodline, notching three arrows at once. Syhrina stuck close to the ground as she gracefully crept up to the nearest tree. Pressing herself against the bark she gazed into the forest, using the light of the setting sun to look deep into the woods, searching for a pair of eyes filled with hunger.

 

Despite her years of swiftly moving from tree to tree in the wilds of the Deepwoods, Rina didn’t dare to enter this forest needlessly, an unfamiliar battlefield would be her prey’s advantage. She knew that taking cover behind the tree that she hid behind was the safest move, as this wolf would have to creep out to stalk the cattle.

 

As Rina searched the forest with her eyes, she counted the time as the sun crept lower into the horizon, soon the moons would rise and her prey would stir more rapidly. Syhrina pressed her cheek against the soft bark of the maple tree, feeling slightly more comfortable than in the cities of man. Her heart would always belong to the forest, and it would always give her what she would need in return. As she gave herself to the calm silence of nature, Y’ffre rewarded her patience, as from the depths of darkness shined a pair of yellow eyes. It was far closer than Rina would of liked, proving itself as a talented hunter. Stepping out into the moonlight, a massive beast moved without a sound.

 

The wolf was half the size of most grown horses, it’s fur matted shades of grey. From a distance of a fourscore meters, the wolf set it’s eyes on the farm. Rina found herself reflexively holding her breath, not wanting to give up the element of surprise by any means. Closer and closer the great wolf crept, until Syhrina felt the beast was within her reach to kill with a single volley. She softly pulled back on the bowstring, the supple bone of a great elk making for a powerful bow. She easily could have struck the beast from the distance she first saw it, but Rina didn’t desire to leave anything to chance, she craved the certainty of the kill. As she drew the string back, feeling her hand rub against her cheek, she peered out and sighted her forefinger against the length of the wolf. She took a breath in, watching as the beast finally stepped out from the woods and into the open field. Only a distance of about a dozen meters separated the two hunters of the night.

 

As Rina emptied her lungs of her breath, feeling her body settle into the moment, she slowly loosened her grip on the rear of her arrows. Gently releasing pressure until the arrows let themselves loose to seek their mark.

 

Until.

 

Suddenly, as if the creature was connected to her, the wolf turned it’s gaze sensing the Bosmer’s intent. It’s yellow eyes peered into her green. Syhrina froze, tightening her grip on her arrows. As the wolf stared into the girl, she felt a sense of peace, as if this wolf was truly connected to her. She found her body moving on its own, as she crept closer and closer to the wolf, until the two of them were only a few steps apart. Rina lowered her bow and returned her arrows to the quiver. Reaching out to the beast instead with her hand.

 

The wolf moved in and sniffed at the girl’s hand, Rina felt no tension or fear as the wolf pressed it’s massive nose against her palm. The wet warmth of it’s tongue reached out and tickled her fingers, and it was then Rina knew the beast accepted her as a peer. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around the neck of the beast, pressing her body against the very same side she was only an exhale from piercing with three arrows.

 

The wolf stared at the girl with gentle eyes, and Syhrina rolled herself on the strong muscular back of the creature, which at this point the Bosmer determined was a male. The wolf seemed to hardly notice the weight of the petite Bosmer girl, who was still wrapping her arms around his neck. As Syhrina gently stroked the wolf’s neck she whispered gently to the great beast.

 

“Rielle bet, I shall name you Riellebet, our words for beautiful beast for that is what you are.” She nuzzled her face into the grey fur as the wolf slowly trotted towards the cattle.

 

“No my sweet, these are the prey of man, who know not the glory of the hunt like us, we shall go into the forest and find our blessing from Y’ffre’s bounty.” she whispered to Riellebet, and the wolf huffed with a heavy breath, releasing steam into the dark night.

 

Riellebet turned back to the woods and carried the Bosmer girl into the darkness of the forest.

 

The sun was rising slowly when the two crept out of the forest, Syhrina carried four rabbits on her back, having shared a deer with her wolf during the night. As Riellebet happily panted, trotting along carrying his rider, a thought crossed Rina’s mind.

 

“Oh no, the Marquis wanted the pelt of the wolf for proof before payment! He won’t pay out for me becoming friends with the beast!” Rina slammed forward resting her face into the shoulder-blades of the wolf as she cried out in frustration.

 

“Instead of getting enough gold to afford some new gear…. Now I have to buy a saddle for Riellebet too! Ugh… stupid humans and their gold driven society….” Syhrina thought as the wolf carried her slowly towards the Voyager’s Luck Inn.

 

Title: Syhrina, @IcyFrost93

 

Character Name: Syhrina

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Female

Age: 27 (Teenager in Mer Years)

Sign: The Steed

Occupation: Eye of the Queen

 

Gear: Dominion leather armor. Elven Sword and dagger. Spinner Walking Stick.

 

Gold: 4590

 

Commonly carried items: Hunting Knife, and a silver ring she found in a river. Small container of Dwemer oil. 

 

 

Skills:

1. Archery | Mastery | 2*

2. Dodge | Mastery | 3

3. Stealth | Adept | 1*

4. Beast Mastery | Adept | 1*

5. Nature Survival | Adept | 1*

6. Alchemy | Novice | 0* 

7. Hunting/Tracking | Adept | 2

8. Riding | Novice | 0*

9. Acrobatics | Adept | 1*

10. Pickpocket | Adept | 1*

11. Illusion | Novice | 1

12. One-Hand Weapons | Adept | 2

13. Detective | Novice | 1

14. Spying | Adept | 2

 

Points Used: 18

Points Available: 12

 

Flaws:

1. Naive / Growing up in the deep forests of Valenwood, Syhrina doesn’t know much of the rest of Tamriel.

 

2. Child / Due to the longer lifespans of Mer, Syhrina has yet to reach full maturity.

 

3. Pacifist (Mild) / While she will gladly hunt and kill beasts, taking the life of man or mer leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

 

4. Ostentatious / Being youthful and inexperienced she seeks to “make her name”.

 

5. Mild Phobia (Fire) / Growing up in the forests of Valenwood all Bosmer are mindful of fire.... A few months working with the Elsweyr Defense Force when the dragons came... That left Syhrina quite wary of the flames.

 

6. Brutally Honest / Growing up in an isolated forest village wasn’t the best to teach social cues.

 

7. Addiction / Upon leaving Valenwood and trying fruits for the first time, she struggles with her desire to eat more.

 

8. Poor / Has a horrible understanding of the value of gold, easily gets ripped off if by herself.

 

 

Number of Flaws: 8

 

((20181120 Added Flaw 8, added leather boots to gear))

((20181120 Updated for new version of Sheets- Change to Racial bonus and added Sign))

((20181126 Added Flaw 9 and gold tracker for personal use))

((20181129 Rina got a new outfit!))

((20181206 Mr. Cat!))

((20181222 Right of Theft pickpocketing!))

((20200220 updated for post Chapter 5))

(20200620 Rina got a new job! Changed alot))

Well, I happen to have a Jedi(ish) RP character! Maybe I'll be able to contribute once I get her a little more set up!