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Chas got up. He couldn’t stand listening to this other student any longer- it was giving him a headache. As he walked into the hallway, he bumped into the trolley. “Anything for you, dear?” the old witch asked. “3 Blood-flavored lollipops, and a pumpkin pasty, please.” The students in the seat next to him, as well as his talkative friend turned towards him as soon as he ordered. “1 sickle, please.” The witch barely said before a 1st-year witch in the seats next to him stood up and said, “Are you really going to eat those? Or are they for a prank?” “Why would I not eat them? They taste perfectly fine.” He paid the witch, then walked off quickly, before he had to answer any more questions about his tastes, and through it his affliction. The urge to bite someone was growing, and would soon be unbearable, so he shoved the lollipop in his mouth. The hunger came quicker and quicker lately. He just hoped he’d be alright at Hogwarts. They’d made a plan, but all plans have flaws.

Breathtaker- I was wondering if my character (Ma'tesh) could meet your character. He's the champion of Hircine, and could cure lycanthropy. My next post for him is already typed out, and if you want, I can PM it to you for verification that it works with what you have planned for your character, if you are planning anything.

56% Stoneward 39% Windrunner 32% Willshaper 30% Truthwatcher 24% Edgedancer 22% Skybreaker 19% Lightweaver 18% Bondsmith 17% Elsecaller 11% Dustbringer

Second post up. People with dragons- please meet Ma'tesh. I want him to meet one.

Raskeethus was hating his job. He was supposed to find a single tree in a forest. And the cold was making him even slower. When he found a clearing, he was wary- the Hist had told him to be wary of Hircine’s Followers, or the Hunt, and its cursed werewolves on this trip. This place looked just like where they would be. But when he entered, there was simply a tent. Unlikely the Hunt, they worked together. A traveler? He walked up, and knocked on the side of the tent next to the flap. Hopefully this one would be kinder, and perhaps have more information. ~||~ Ma’tesh wondered why Hircine wanted a mask. He already had one, and the mask he wanted could just as easily be made. Unless it was enchanted by another god- that must be it. Otherwise he could just get someone to carve it. The Rift was nice, though. Fair temperature, trees (though not as thickly as he would want), and only a few wolves, who seemed not to care about him. Then he heard a roar to the south. And it couldn’t be more than a few miles away. A dragon that close could be a problem, but the lake ahead would provide a little protection. He started running.

Wax

Character: Name: Chiel Appearance: Quite tall at 2 ½ meters. Colors are darker than most Chistori’s. Race: Chistori Age: 15 Equipment: Fully black suit, stun gauntlets, black-painted electrostaff Force Sensitivity: Weak force sensitivity, unable to move objects, but able to sense objects and beings as well as slightly influence them. Personality: Untrusting, but honorable and friendly. Other: He is shunned by other Chistori. No genetic mutations.

The only one outside of the Black Marshes.

Yes. Have you ever heard of the Sleeping Tree?

I can do that. It will be in the next post.

First post finished. I am welcome to feedback.

What are these crystals that fall from the sky? Ma’tesh wondered, for the millionth time since crossing into Skyrim. He didn’t have time to research them, though, as the item he was looking for would soon be gone. Few people would dare steal it. He looked across Lake Ilinalta. The sun glinted off of it, blinding him, but after a second, looked across the land. It was beautiful. All the lands were, in their own way. Even Morrowind and the Black Marshes. M’rasier nudged him to get up, and go forward, towards the city in the pass. He forgot what it was called. Of course. The one they had built the Labyrinth in. Famous place, that. “I want to rest a bit more, M’rasier. Not everyone can hop on their traveling companion to rest.” M’rasier meowed. Too bad he can’t talk ,Ma’tesh thought to himself. Maybe I could get a Dragon Preist to enchant something for him…No, that wouldn’t work. Not after what he would do. ~| |~ He stopped thinking on those lines as a hooded man came up the slope towards him. As Raskeethus wandered into Skyrim, he couldn’t think of how a Hist tree could live in this weather. It was so darn cold. He saw a dragon pass overhead. Prideful n’wahs. He thought for a second where he picked that expression, but decided it didn’t matter. The dragons would never be respected by a true Argonian. They would stay loyal to the Hist, and anything that tried to get in the way of the Hist, or burn a tree down, would suffer the wrath of the Argonian Priesthood, and be skinned alive to make their robes. He glanced up the hill, and saw a cat-like being he had never seen before. From the south somewhere, then. “Hello! From where do you hail?” Raskeethus called. Perhaps he knew of the Hist tree. “Who are you, and what do you want? If you’re a Dragon Priest, go away!” Raskeethus saw a golden cat next to him. “If you wish to stay alive in Skyrim, don’t talk to a Dragon Priest like that. He’d blow you apart. And no, I am a servant of the Hist. I was wondering if you knew anything of where one such tree was?” “No, I don’t even know what a Hist is! Now go AWAY!” Raskeethus sighed. He’d find it eventually. He headed west, towards Ilinalta. ~| |~ Ma’tesh watched the priest leave. He was powerful; few could slay a dragon, even with allies. He would have to stay clear of him. He headed east instead of north, around the Throat of the World. Towards the Rift.

Scavenger

Droid

Chas loved being around people, and yet hated being with them. They smelled great, but he tried to ignore that. While contemplating his affliction, another 1st-year came up to him. “Are you a first year too? Hello. My parents aren’t wizards, but I am. They are great people, though. I wish I could be like them, but they say they wish they could be like me. Strange, huh? Well, I think…” Chas just stared at him. How could one brain come up with so much information so quickly, and have their mouth actually get it out without stumbling? Well, it did give him something to listen to… even if he wanted to be alone. Well, perhaps one friend wasn’t such a big deal. He would survive. And he hoped this new “friend” would too. “What house do you believe you will end up in?” Chas asked. “…huh? Oh! I hope Gryffindor. But, another student said I would be Hufflepuff… I hope I’m not…” Chas tilted his head. “Being a Hufflepuff is nothing to be ashamed of. It is founded by a great wizard, like the rest of them, and many great wizards have come of it. Who you are decides your house. The hat will decide what is best for you.” Chas leaned back in his seat, and tilted off to sleep. He was glad he had gotten sleep and fed yesterday. He would probably need it.

Stormfather, your a good artist.

'Have a Cookie!'

The Fantastic Four

For liking Calvin and Hobbes (I assume)

For thinking chickens are a biblical plague.

"Why are you dodging like this? They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist-" -John Sedgwick, a moment before being shot in the head.

I'm posting my characters now. Neither follow the Nordic Pantheon because... well... they aren't Nords, and they weren't born in Skyrim. Name: Ma’tesh Tasarr Race: Khajiit, Cathay-Raht Age: 16 Proficiencies/Jobs: Thief, skilled in the arts of stealth, such as sneaking and lockpicking, and proficient with bows and blades. Statuses: Werewolf, born under the Thief. Worships: Baan Dar (Khajiiti Pantheon), Hircine Appearance: Pure-black fur with green eyes. Has slightly lighter spots on it, but are almost indistinguishable from the rest. Tall, fairly strong for a thief. Other: Has an Alfiq-Raht that is golden, named M’rasier Tasarr. This is actually his younger brother. He is born under the Shadow. Name: Raskeethus Kaydorus Race: Argonian, Common Histborn Age: 25 Proficiencies/Jobs: Mage/Priest, Skilled in Restoration and Conjuration, and Proficient at Destruction. Statuses: Born under the Apprentice Worships: The Hist Appearance: Red Scales with occasional black scales. Red eyes. Normal build. Other: His robes are made of dragon scales, and is looking for a fabled Hist tree in Skyrim.

Ok, I'm thinking of putting another Chasmfiend post up soon, and this time, may I add my anti-epic team? For recap: 1st member; Leader, Sniper, Tech Name: Kyordu Jarnot Age: 23 “Powers” (Skills): Not really “powers” per say, but he is insanely intelligent. More so than his brother. He tends to move from one small town to the next, killing the weakest epics and then wiping the rest of them out. Appearance: White, blue eyes, brown hair, constantly looks like he’s bored and doesn’t care about you or isn’t impressed. Modus Operandi: Logically plans out assassinations of epics, usually for proof or revenge. Currently moving to Corvallis, as he heard his brother is there. Plans to kill him out of Revenge for the rest of their family. Has killed 5 epics, 4 normal and 1 High. 1st was out of anger. 2nd was to test if he could do it again 3rd was after he recruited another member to prove it was possible 4th was after recruiting another member for the same reasons 5th (High Epic) Was to see if they could bring one down before Chasmfiend They are NOT Reckoners. In fact, on the last one, he shot a Reckoner in the leg before the guy could kill the epic. 2nd member; Point Man (NOT Major POV)- Name: Da'jonte Chatman Age: 30 Skills: Strong and very fast, he is trained in martial arts. He joined after his daughter was killed by an epic. He wishes for revenge, like Kyordu, and has nothing to really live for. Appearance: He is black, and has a look of constant suspicion about him. Green eyes, black hair. Modus Operandi: He mostly follows Kyordu's orders. Wishes to find the black cloaked epic that killed his daughter. Currently moving to Corvallis, as Kyordu is. 3rd member: Operations/Secondary Tech Name: Gavin Johnson Age: 17 Skills: Recently made lorist, and a fairly skilled engineer. Works with Kyordu to provide tech. Joined because he wanted to learn from Kyordu, but was at first skeptical of the ability to kill epics. Appearance: Pale White, with black hair and brown eyes. Always looks down, as if ashamed of something. Modus Operandi: Runs from behind the lines. Doesn't go outside a lot. Lays low in the base or runs errands when someone has to.

No, I don't. Neither do I... I wanna kill it! You can't. Only the bonded one can, by breaking his oaths. What do you mean, I can't kill it?! Shut up. No. I wasn't talking to you. No killing spren. That is bad.