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Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
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Inventory
Head:
Torso:
Legs:
Feet:
Hands:
R. Hand:
L. Hand:
Backpack:
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
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Health: I put
Magicka: i put
Condition: Any determining factors in how your health or attributes are

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
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Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
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You rush forward to attack him, but he fires a bolt of fire straight at you, hitting you in the chest, you feel your armor heat up and melt away, and look down to see a fist sized jagged hole in your armor from the blast, as you dazedly look up to find him, he is gone... again



Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso:Leather Tunic
Legs:Leather pants
Feetoeskin Shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Copper Knife
L. Hand:
Backpack:10 ft. of rope, (empty) skooma bottle
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
---------
Health: I put
Magicka: i put
Condition: Any determining factors in how your health or attributes are


Alright

You are in Anvil's dock, looking around at the sea travelers you notice most of the ones coming off ships are heading directly to the local bar.

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
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I fling my bade at the ground in rage, and stand there fuming for a moment. then I retrieve my weapon and check on the guard that had been scared into the corner.

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
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he seems to be slowly coming out of it, instead of whimpering, now muttering of demons and devils , the blue aura still in front of his eyes, except more transparent now.

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
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I make my voice calm and smooth. " it's okay my friend, they can't hurt you. it will all go away soon, Just calm down."

Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso:Leather Tunic
Legs:Leather pants
Feetoeskin Shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Copper Knife
L. Hand:
Backpack:10 ft. of rope, (empty) skooma bottle
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
---------
Health: I put
Magicka: i put
Condition: Any determining factors in how your health or attributes are

I look once more toward the sea, mutter a curse, and follow the others to the bar ready to drink my way into oblivion.

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
---------


He pushes you away, the aura is even more transparent.


Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso:Leather Tunic
Legs:Leather pants
Feetoeskin Shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Copper Knife
L. Hand:
Backpack:10 ft. of rope, (empty) skooma bottle
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
---------
Health: I put
Magicka: i put
Condition: Any determining factors in how your health or attributes are


You go in teh bar, as you close the door behind you, someone is thrown in your direction, he lands with a heavy thud on the wall next to you, and he shouts a curse at another patron, who threw him.

Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso:Leather Tunic
Legs:Leather pants
Feetoeskin Shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Copper Knife
L. Hand:
Backpack:10 ft. of rope, (empty) skooma bottle
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
---------
Health: I put
Magicka: i put
Condition: Any determining factors in how your health or attributes are

After careful consideration and quick thinking I decide to join this bar fight. I attempt to sneak up behind the guy who threw him and smash my skooma bottle on his head.

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
---------

I decide that the spell will wear off eventually and take a seat nearby, watching him carefully.

Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso:Leather Tunic
Legs:Leather pants
Feetoeskin Shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Copper Knife
L. Hand:
Backpack:10 ft. of rope, (empty) skooma bottle
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
---------
Health:150/150
Magicka: 0
Condition:



You sneak around him, he is oblivious to your presence, and smash the bottle on his head, but it does very little, he is a little too inebriated to feel anything. He turns you you, a trickle of blood flowing from his hair-line.




Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
---------
Health:90/140
Magicka:80/80

you sit nearby, and within a few minutes he stirs, he looks fine now, and asks, "W-what happened here?"

Name: Arangaer
Age:17
Gender:F
Physical Desc.: Wood Elf, Beutiful, Dark hair, Brown Eyes.
Bio: Have always lived in cyrodil. Have been a hunter since she was 14. Her dad died when she was 7. She had to live alone with her mother who was addicted to skooma. She was almost raped when she was 13 when a hunter rescued her and helped her.
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Inventory
Head:
Torso:
Legs:
Feet:
Hands:
R. Hand:
L. Hand:
Backpack:
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 30
Endurance: 3
Luck: 20
Personality: 1
Speed: 20
Strength: 3
Willpower: 3
Skills:
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Health: 30/30
Magicka: 30/30
Condition: Any determining factors in how your health or attributes are


alright, since you've been in cyrodil a while, where do you want to start off?

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
---------
Health:90/140
Magicka:80/80

"The necromancer returned." I say. "he cast some spell that caused you to be immobilized with fear, I don't know what he would have done if hadn't fought him off. I say with a note of concern. " I was unable to end him, and he ran again."

Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso:Leather Tunic
Legs:Leather pants
Feetoeskin Shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Copper Knife
L. Hand:
Backpack:10 ft. of rope, (empty) skooma bottle
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
---------
Health:150/150
Magicka: 0
Condition:

I throw a forceful jab toward his solar plexus in effort to knock his drunk arse to the ground.

Name: Ma'Dat
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 5' "10, khajiit. his left ear has a small crescent cut out of it, and a scar just under his left eye. his fur is tan like the sands of his home. his tail is crooked where it was broken.
Bio: never accepted by his own due to his tendency to steal and fight. he has decided to venture away and reject his old clan life. the last straw was snapped when his own brother gave him his scar and broke his tail. he will never return, embittered by his experiences.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso: Iron Breastplate
Legs: Iron Leggings
Feet: leather boots
Hands:
R. Hand: copper short sword
L. Hand: leather buckler
Backpack: , cloth shirt, cloth pants, a silver necklace
Septims: 60
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 10
Endurance: 14
Luck:10
Personality: 14
Speed: 14
Strength:10
Willpower:8
Skills: Heavy Armor, Athletics, Hand to Hand, Speechcraft, Blade, Sneak,Security
---------
Health:90/140
Magicka:80/80


"He did? Dammit, we need to hunt him down. You should get some rest, we'll post a guard outside your door, he must have some sort of beef with you."



Name: Skwid Varethi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: A lean and shady looking dark elf, whose face is weathered from a life at sea and years of skooma addiction. His eyes are hollow and soulless, and he keeps his head shaved into a mohawk that is held in place by the blood of his enemies.
Bio: Skwid's life has been anything but simple. Displaced from his immigrant family at an early age he grew up without any means. He fell into a life of crime, wandering from town to town robbing and stealing to make his way in the world. As a teenager he joined a crew of pirates. He traveled the seas, bedded many wenches, and killed many innocents, but has since returned to land trading the skooma vile for pints of ale.
----------
Inventory
Head:
Torso:Leather Tunic
Legs:Leather pants
Feetoeskin Shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Copper Knife
L. Hand:
Backpack:10 ft. of rope, (empty) skooma bottle
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 25
Endurance: 15
Luck: 10
Personality: 0
Speed: 8
Strength: 22
Willpower: 0
Skills: Hand to Hand, Light Armor, Blade, Block, Sneak, Security, and Acrobatics
---------
Health:150/150
Magicka: 0
Condition

excellent, now, where and what is this solar plexus? (this is a 13th century setting, biology isn't all that know to everyone.)

Name: Arangaer
Age:17
Gender:F
Physical Desc.: Wood Elf, Beutiful, Dark hair, Brown Eyes.
Bio: Have always lived in cyrodil. Have been a hunter since she was 14. Her dad died when she was 7. She had to live alone with her mother who was addicted to skooma. She was almost raped when she was 13 when a hunter rescued her and helped her.
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Inventory
Head:
Torsooeskin Tunic
Legsoeskin Pants
Feetoeskin shoes
Hands:
R. Hand:Wooden Bow
L. Hand:
Backpack:Quiver (20 wooden arrows), Hunting Knife
Septims: 150
---------
Stats: you get 80 points
Agility: 30
Endurance: 3
Luck: 20
Personality: 1
Speed: 20
Strength: 3
Willpower: 3
Skills: Acrobatics, Light armor, Marksman, Athletics, Mercantile, Sneak, Speechcraft.
---------
Health: 30/30
Magicka: 30/30
Condition: Any determining factors in how your health or attributes are


You are sneaking around the woods, across the river from Imperial City, when you spot something in the distance, in a copse of trees, but it isn't a deer, or wolf, it appears to be hovering in the air, with wings, but it's tiny and has small horns

Commonly known as the wind pipe. it's the soft area just below the center of your rib cage. it sucks to get hit there.

Commonly known as the wind pipe. it's the soft area just below the center of your rib cage. it sucks to get hit there.