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    fellowknight

    The Devil In The Details
    Ahaa! I’ve had my eye on this thread for a while (and it distracts me from college) but I think I’ve ghosted the excitement for long enough.

    Am I good to post a (totally not) prepared CC? I have two but the second isn’t quite ready to go just yet. Tonight or early tomorrow, most definitely.


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    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Yes, go ahead and post it.
     

    fellowknight

    The Devil In The Details
    Name: Karsan Myre

    Alias: ‘One-Wing Butcher’ (sparsely), ‘Polished Iron’ Myre (formerly)

    Age: 44

    Sex: Male

    Race: Imperial (57%), Breton (43%)

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Relationship/Marital status: Divorced, Single

    Laterality: Dominantly right-handed

    Afflictions: None; recovering skooma addict, occasional-indulging drinker.

    Appearance: Karsan is a slim-shouldered man of an average-pudgy build, standing at 5’9” and weighing in at 215lbs. He has his mother’s eyes, vibrant amber iris, framed neatly by the wrinkles of his tanned, scruffy face. His hair, a fading auburn, is kept religiously short, longer up top than the bottom, and graying at the temples. He maintains a thick, busheled mustache warming his upper lip and the shadow of a beard along his jaw. Some notable features include small scars on his face, a sword’s mark in his stomach, and burn marks creeping up his neck from his torso. Perhaps the most glaring is his missing left arm, charred and removed after a terrible fight over eight years ago.

    Armour: Karsan dresses moreso for the elements and travel than the anticipation of a fight. The baseline of his attire is a tattered, hoodless cloak stopping at his knees and harbouring a few hidden pockets for his dry rations and on-the-go supplies for equipment repairs. Underneath, he’s tucked into a tunic strapped under a leather half-chest armor piece, a leather shoulder pauldron, and a pair of knee-padded trousers. Most notably are his trusty pair of cow-skin boots, a worn knitted bandanna tucked in his vest, and a necklace hand-made from straw.

    Weaponry: Karsan’s go-to defense is a simple steel hatchet-hammer-spike combo he forged himself, holstered at his waist. Additionally, he keeps a shortsword openly belted at his hip, and a dagger concealed at the base of his back.

    Class: Blacksmith/Craftsman

    Combat preference: While Karsan can “fight”, he has no real technique, only ferocity and speed. His only aim is to intimidate and distract his opponents until he can incapacitate them, or slip away. But Karsan is angry enough to take a life, and if cornered, he will.

    Personality: Karsan is a practical, home-bodied, hard-headed man of few words and fewer friends, with his sheltered pride smeared all between. He’s a realist and doesn’t sugar-coat anything nor blindly follow others, not even for his true friends. He’s quick to dismiss the vanity of hope in victory, knowing always that no battle is ever truly won. He’s just as swift in losing patience and temperament when concerning his pride. He does, however, provide his real friends the courtesy of seeing his softer side, maybe even a genuine laugh, but tends to keep his inner circle small. He can seem cold but he enjoys dry humor and a good bard’s song. To strangers, however, he is colder still, untrusting and unwanting of their attention. He’s one of quick wit and often values the fruits of one’s marrow, finding solace in the hardships of utilitarian society. But despite all this, he’s a deeply convicted man who holds himself in contempt for his failures and harbors a rage therein.

    Religion: Former interest in the Nine Divines.

    Positive traits: Straightforward, *slightly* Charismatic, Strong-willed, Internally-driven.

    Negative traits: Selfish, Stubborn, Self-Critical, Detached.

    Strengths: Independent, Attentive, Crafty.

    Weaknesses: Imbalanced, Ignorant, *occasionally* Rash.

    Likes: Lavender, Rainstorms, Some peace and quiet, Whetstones, Spiced Ale, Foxes.

    Dislikes: The rebels, Taverns, Nords, Hair-brained ideas, Hot weather.

    Fears: Never finding his son (or worse), losing his other arm, Archons, Destruction Magic.

    History: Karsan Myre was born to a loving couple: a breton as Virselle Palvieve, and an Imperial as Lucilius Myre. His father owned a *gradually* successful armory, Luci’s Arms, in a village north-east of Chorrol, where he one day met his future wife. He was quick to learn from her, a travelling study at the time, the art of enchanting and alchemy, and together they saw his business boom, until they decided it would be *their* business. A year later they had a general goods shop running in Chorrol, they wed not long after, and along came Karsan.

    Growing up an only-child in Chorrol, the young boy found that the city was only a pinch of what the world had to offer, and each day, he hungered to see beyond its walls. But as he spent each day cooling metal and tanning leather with his father, and later mixing potions and tending the shop with his mother, this became a distant dream. Until he met a young firespit of a girl named Sayrina Vorgten, who showed him ways to *misbehave*. The young redguard led him out past the wall at night, to spy on woodland creatures, and up to the top of the chapel, to look over the province. They became fast friends, and in no short while, star-struck lovers. Not even the “god-emperor” and his radical reign could stop that.

    At the age of 19, Karsan realized Sayrina was pregnant with his child and they scrambled to prepare themselves and break the news to their parents. To put it nicely, they were less than approving, and Sayrina’s parents were thoroughly convinced Karsan was using her for some kind of political gain. The birth of Karsan’s son begrudgingly brought the two households together in an effort to help the couple raise the boy right. Things moved much faster after that, and Karsan finally found solace not in exploring, not in forgery, but in his new family. Later that year, He and Sayrina were married at the chapel, his mother caught Brain Fever, and Chorrol was finally approached by Imperial Paladins and Confessors.

    And nothing happened. There was no fight or grand escape. No one so much as raised a brow when the Emperor ripped would-be heretics from their beds, burned religious literature, and branded all mages with fealty to the Empire. Almost immediately, all young men and women were drafted into the Legion, and in an effort to keep her family safe, Sayrina surrendered herself to the Emperor’s will. With her aptitude for scouting and hunting, it was likely she would be stationed on the battlefield and never see them again, a worthy sacrifice. Karsan immediately insisted he and his son be taken as well, vying to join his wife if need be. His natural passion for smithing, alongside his son’s youthful prospects, made them both valuable war assets and therefore, welcome citizens of the Empire. And so, for sixteen years the Myre family found a new “normal” under the Emperor’s thumb, as they cozied up in the Imperial City.

    Karsan made his name known as one of the best smiths in the city, forging and shipping steel, iron, orsinium, and ebony alongside other smiths to legions and key outposts across Tamriel. His wife had been placed on the frontlines, at a choke-point in High Rock, where her abilities were honed and sharpened. According to her letters, the men called her “Lady Penumbra” for her prowess in drawing out rebel cells for Imperial “conversion”. Karsan tried hard not to miss her, or his passed mother and grieving father as the years dragged on. But distance drove a silent knife through Karsan’s marriage, as he led many isolated affairs during Sayrina’s service, and in its wake he ended up neglecting his father to raise his son, focus on his craft, and try to move on. The city seemed very much alive now to Karsan and he came to enjoy living in the chaotic nucleus of the Empire, even if some nights he felt watched, or heard bones breaking while he hammered at the forge. His son, Azlahr, shared the Myre love for creation, but it was less in forging and more in magic. He would have become a curious tinkerer experimenting with magic and metal, as the day of his conscription lurched closer.

    And at long last, the smithy was approached by some of the other smiths with an ‘inclusive’ offer; selling weapons to the under empire for extra profit. With Azlahr coming of age to serve the Legion, Karsan foolishly hoped he could raise enough money to send the boy away and escape his fate. Not long after, rumors of the Myre’s treachery had finally soured to the ears of Empire and they dispatched a handful of Sentinels and a Confessor to “enlighten” Karsan and his son. Karsan would only realize later that the shady shipments were indeed going to the denizens of the under-empire, who in turn sold them to rebel cells in Valenwood and High Rock. These cells had been discovered recently and eradicated, while his under-empire contacts pointed the finger at him. To this charge, the family was held accountable and condemned to death. While his son put up a good fight with his magics, Karsan only barely managed to protect himself and eventually, they lost. Karsan was brutally mauled and left to burn alive in his home while Azlahr was beaten nearly to death and hauled away. The flames consumed Karsan’s vision and he faded into the black veil..

    ..Only to awake weeks later in the shelter of the Imperial City’s Sewers, with a strange, bratty girl who'd apparently been robbing his house when it was ransacked and scorched. She did her best for his burnt arm and wounded torso, but severe infection later forced the limb to be removed. He’d concluded his son had been tortured and was dead, the same fate likely befalling his wife and father. All thanks to his greed and vanity. He spent the next year or so as a ratty scavenger in mourning, thieving and cuddling up to illegal drugs to cope and forget. Soon after, he made it out of the city limits to a small village in Cyrodiil’s Heartlands, where he scratched a living as a handy lumber worker and blade repairman. He struggled to regain balance in his life with one arm, especially as a practiced smith, and due in no small part to his drug addiction. He improvised a sort of weight-balanced forge, and even ways of defending himself armed and unarmed. The girl who saved his life turned up again under better circumstances and sparked a three-year love affair, which ended abruptly after news in Year Five.

    Karsan received promising clues that his son was alive and, even with the news of his father's public execution, he reluctantly inspired himself to investigate, hoping to find both his son and wife. He’s spent the past three years searching for leads and picking at new developments, chasing the ghosts of his past. The girl pleasantly surprised him and stuck along for the trip, as well as torment him further. And so the pair now relies on navigating the under-empire to masquerade as hired killers and answer this call for mercenaries, serving as Karsan’s excuse to stir from his stupor. After all, what more could he lose?



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    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Very nice. But you may want to pick a dialogue colour. Unfortunately due to the size of our cast, there aren't many left. Check the cast list to see what colours have been taken.
     

    Harkatti

    Sorceress Supreme!
    Does everyone who's not going with Thalien have to go to the inn, or can we wander around town a bit?
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Feel free to wander around.
     

    Signus

    Well-Known Member
    Well, no. He's despises what the empire has let happen, but he still believes the empire is the best chance for a unified Tamriel.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    I'll have Thalien and co. meet the jarl of Falkreath by friday. For the writers I chose to accompany Thalien, feel free to have your guys interact with each other, but don't wander off. For the rest of you, either head to the tavern or wander around town.
     

    Rafen

    Well-Known Member
    Hopefully that wasn't too sappy. I think Caleb seeing Oriens' reaction to the Confessor made him realize that Orien isn't exactly the evil imperial he thought he was.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    @Thesius if you're ready, feel free to start the sub plot.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Well, it seems this place has fallen asleep once again. I'll be trying to get into contact with everyone, and seeing if we can't pick this up once more. @Harkatti , @Drahkma , @TheArgonianDrell ,@Thesius . For starters.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Sure, what the hell. We had some good stories going on here.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Breathtaking enthusiasm! Count me in, but I just got back from work. Maybe get something up tonight.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Aaaaand that's the first post of 2020, bitches. I humbly await your replies.
     

    Signus

    Well-Known Member
    I'm on board if everyone else is. I was actually just talking with Screech and Rafen about how it was a shame this keeps flickering on and off. But I get that people have priorities in real life. It would be great to see this story, and the others' I'm in, through to the end though.
     

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