Blade of the North: A Skyrim RP (OOC)

[lovely corte]

"Our hero, our hero,

Claims a warrior's heart,

I tell you, I tell you,

The Dragonborn comes."

- Bards of Skyrim

The Elder Scrolls foretold, when the Throat of the World saw the King disbanded, where-in Brother stood against Brother, would the greatest hero of the likes seen since the Hero of Kvatch, a herald of a great shadow to cloud the sky, and the ultimate means to its destruction.

But yet, for every Hero the Elder Scrolls prophesies to the Moth, to the Madman and to the Intellectual, there are those whom step up to fill the space in history. They are a myriad of different creeds, races, genders and religions, those whom would affect history so, but were not pushed to the forefront of history.

They are united by one decisive factor: They are the sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters, great grandsons and great granddaughters of the Blades, the former guardians of the Septim Dynasty, the greatest victims of the White-Gold Concordat and the Thalmor.

Stoic defenders of the Dragonborn, from the Reman Dynasties to the singular Dragonborn himself, they came from every walk of life. Yet, into the 4th Era, the Thalmor, the Oppressors of Men, began to hunt them, kill them and maim them. They were secreted away, and the Blades were disbanded, but there place in history forever solidified...

And that is where we get to our heroes. Skyrim may remember the Dragonborn for generations to come, write songs and name their children in his honor, but these are the unsung, those whom find their honor in achieving the good necessary to retain life for nothing but their own satisfaction, or their own means.

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Races

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Altmer/High Elves

Altmer are among the most intelligent and magically-inclined races on Nirn, surpassing even the Bretons in magical aptitude. Altmer are received poorly among the Nords, the Stormcloaks especially, ever since the Thalmor, the ruling political group of the Altmer, outlawed the worship of Talos in Skyrim. High Elves are well known for their noble countenance and are arrogant or disdainful more often than not when addressing humans.

Argonian

Enigmatic and intelligent, the Argonians are experts at guerrilla warfare and their natural abilities suit their swampy homeland. They have developed immunities to the diseases that have doomed many would-be explorers in the region, and they are capable of easily exploring underwater locations due to their ability to breathe water. Argonians make proficient thieves, due to their increased lockpicking and sneaking skill.

After conquering the Dunmer province of Morrowind following the eruption of Red Mountain[1], little is known about the politics of the Argonians in the Fourth Era. There is an Argonian political faction called the An-Xileel, but there is little information about them, except they're composed of mostly, if not all, Argonians, and that they pushed back Mehrunes Dagon's forces during the Oblivion Crisis in Black Marsh and were the faction responsible for orchestrating the conquest of Morrowind.

Bosmer/Wood Elf

Bosmer (or Wood Elves) are the elven clan of Valenwood. They prefer a simple existence, living in harmony with the land and wild animals. They are the best archers in all of Tamriel and are known for their ability to command wild creatures. They make great scouts or thieves. Most Nords dislike Dark and High Elves but tend to get along with the Bosmer. There are few Wood Elves in Skyrim, and most work as indentured servants.

Breton

Bretons are a race of both human and elven ancestry. They populate the province of High Rock. They are excellent mages with high magic resistance but have few other distinctive features. They are considered an intelligent race in Tamriel, known for a proficiency in abstract thinking, a possible reason for their adeptness in the magical arts. It is suggested that they may also carry Aldmer blood, accounting for their magical prowess.

Dark Elf

The Dunmer, more commonly referred to as Dark Elves, are the dark skinned elven natives of the province of Morrowind. After the eruption of Red Mountain, many Dunmer fled to Skyrim becoming refugees. They face extreme prejudices to their elven blood. Several Dunmer have managed to make their way in Skyrim as merchants, mages, or assassins for the Dark Brotherhood.

Imperial

Natives of the civilized, cosmopolitan province of Cyrodiil, the Imperials are well-educated and well-spoken. Imperials are also known for the discipline and training of their citizen armies. Because of this, the Imperials have dominated Tamriel for more than 2,000 years.

Khajiit

Known for their natural agility and stealth, many Khajiit disdain weapons in favor of their claws. When involved in combat, they often flatten their ears, narrow their eyes, and show their teeth (similar to a real-life cat). Due to their stealth skills, beguiling wit, and latent agility, they make adept thieves and assassins.

Nord

Nords are a race that were led to Skyrim by Ysgramor. They are tall and fair-haired humans from Atmora who are known for their incredible resistance to cold and even magical frost. Eager to augment their martial skills beyond the traditional methods of Skyrim, they excel in all manner of warfare. Above all else in Nord culture is the quest for honor and glory, and a great emphasis is placed on the family. They thrive in the cold, reminiscent of their native Atmora, and are known as a militant people by their neighbors.

Orsimer/Orc

The Orsimer (more commonly known as Orcs), are the native people of the Wrothgarian and Dragontail Mountains. Despite historical misconceptions, they are in fact a variant of elves or mer, hence the name Orsimer, meaning "Pariah Ones". Following in the footsteps of Trinimac, and subsequently Malacath, Orcs have consistently held a standard as a race as some of Tamriel's greatest warriors.


Redguard

Redguards hail from the great desert province of Hammerfell. They are descended from a long line of warriors and mystic seers. Legend has it that Redguards are innately more proficient with the use of weaponry than any other race. They are excellent in all arts concerning blade and shield.
The most naturally talented warriors in Tamriel, the dark skinned Redguards of Hammerfell seem born to battle, though their pride and fierce independence of spirit makes them more suitable as scouts or skirmishers, or as free ranging heroes and adventurers, than as rank and file soldiers. In addition to their cultural affinities for many weapon and armor styles, Redguards are also blessed with hardy constitutions and quickness of foot.

[Alkonost Storm]

What storylines will be covered, Corte? *thinking of going with a Dark Brotherhood!Altmer*

[Fiery Firefly]

I'm torn, this means I get to finally use my cute Redguard mage, but at this point, I really am beginning to be pigeonholed as the cutie in all these RPs...

Ah fuck it



Name: Soraya

Age:20

Sex:Female

Race:Redguard

Appearence: She has dark skin as most Redguards do. She stands at about 5'10 znd has a very athletic build. Her eyes are dark brown, and her hair is a dark auburn, cut fairly short to get it out of the way. Despite being a mage, she usually wears armor, though she'll wear robes during her downtime

Spells: Knows all kinds, but she usually uses Healing and she often uses Destruction spells like Flame and Sparks. She knows quite a bit of the other schools though, her favorite spell is actually Telekinesis, even though it zaps a lot of energy

Personality: Very headstrong, and a but arrogant. Since she was spoiled, and things often came easy to her, she doesn't accept failute very easily. She has a huge drive to succeed, and is very hard on herself if she doesn't do it. She is also very sweet and social and open to others, very easy to talk to

Biography: Bio: Soraya was once a young innocent thing from the city of Elinhir in Hammerfell, right by the border of Skyrim. Her father, Malik, was a respected officer in the army, who had become crippled during the war between Hammerfell and the Aldmeri Dominion and needed a cane to now walk, and spent his forced retirement doting on his only daughter. And as for Soraya's mother... she didn't know what happened to her, she had abandoned her family when her daughter was only a month old. But Soraya grew up quite loved by her doting father, and a bit spoiled, though he wasn't completely lax with her and she went through intense training with weapons. When she was in her early teens, she began experimenting with Destruction spells, and it was discovered she was a magic prodigy. She became obsessed with the art, and learned as much as she could from her father, but he had been a more weapon oriented soldier, adn ran out of things to teach her. At the age of 17, Soraya decided to leave for the neighboring province of Skyrim, to go learn at the College of Winterhold. Malik was confused by her desire to travel so far, but Soraya had always had a bit of wanderlust , and also something she kept a secret from him was she had interest in all types of magic, including the types banned in her homeland, and she wanted to learn them.

She spent a few years studying at the College of Winterhold, and excelling at magic, and had thought she found her place in life. Until the Blades found her and told her the fate of her mother. Roshanara, her mother, had been a Blade and had abandoned her family because she didn't want them targetted by the Thalmor and she also didn't want to abandon her brothers and sisters in arms. She returned to help the Blades, and had been killed by the Thalmor. Soraya was offered a place on the Blades, and she accepted. This was fairly rescently, and Soraya is still coming to terms with her responsibilities and her legacy.


Other information: None at the moment

[Penny Royals]

WIP
NAME: Seraphine
AGE: 23
SEX: Female
RACE: Breton
APPEARANCE:
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SPELLS: Healing spells- Guardian Circle, Healing Hands, Greater Ward; racial ability to absorb magic.
PERSONALITY: Seraphine is a bit sassy, but caring and loving nonetheless, and wants only to help her teammates to victory.
BIOGRAPHY: Seraphine was a noble back on High Rock, but due to the lack of... well... general area of the place, she ended up getting bored. With her parents' graces, she left to Skyrim, seeking out adventure and hoping to learn something about herself along the way.
OTHER INFORMATION:

[Alkonost Storm]

NAME: Siltal
AGE: unknown, but probably young by Altmer-standards
SEX: Female
RACE: Altmer
APPEARANCE: Usually she wears either version of the Dark Brotherhood armor, which these days very few recognize. Occasionally, she wears the Hooded Thalmor Robes of a Justiciar if her missions happen to take her somewhere where their presence is high. When in disguise, she usually uses civilian clothing or a military uniform, depending on the nature of the mission. Her gear consists of an Elven bow and arrows, her usual method of offense, while a Blade of Woe enchanted with Absorb Health (the weapon she was given for initiation into the Brotherhood) paired with an Elven sword are her weapons for close quarters combat. She also wears two pendants under her clothes: one being a symbol of Dibella while the other is a silver garnet pendant enchanted with Waterbreathing.

SPELLS: There aren't many but she mostly specializes in Destruction or Alteration, with her main focus being Enchanting the spells into items. She also has a Conjuration spell she picked up as a reward from work for the Dark Brotherhood, which enables her to summon a Brother that has long since embraced the Void.

PERSONALITY: Snarky, Well-adjusted (as well-adjusted as anyone in the Dark Brotherhood can be), Cunning, Tendency towards melodrama (though for all we know, it's part of an act), Proud (of her skills and prowess)

BIOGRAPHY: The equivalent of a Silencer in rank, Siltal is the lone survivor of a Dark Brotherhood Chapter in the Aldmeri Dominion. When it was destroyed in one of the Thalmor's purges, she barely escaped alive, fleeing from the warm climes of the Summerset Isles and all the way to the extreme north of Tamriel--Skyrim. Once there, she soon came in contact with the Falkreath chapter, led by a Nord woman named Astrid, and finds it to be a far cry from the Sanctuary she knew. Granted, these days the Dark Brotherhood is less than a shell of its true self, with no Listener to hear the voice of the Night Mother...

OTHER INFORMATION: Her mount is a black, spectral-looking horse with eerie, intelligent red eyes, none other than Shadowmere, the mount of Black Hand member Lucien Lachance, a bonus from one of her missions for the Brotherhood. The otherworldly mare is very protective of her rider, keen to attack any who tries to strike at Siltal first. Siltal can also call upon Lucien Lachance's ghost to serve her, though she doesn't do it often, mainly because he can be distracting while she's on a mission.

[Adlai Stevenson]

NAME: Vespasian Silva
AGE: 34
SEX: Male
RACE: Imperial
APPEARANCE: Vespasian's not all that imposing of a figure, of no greater or lesser stature than any regular Imperial (your average, full-grown Nord tends to best him by half a foot, more often than not), and of no notably impressive forms of physical prowess. Make no mistake, however: trifling with him is the last thing you'd want to do.
Vespasian, like most Imperials, is dark-haired and dark-eyed, with a swarthier skin tone than most (though it has significantly paled during his service in Skyrim), and since becoming relatively accustomed to the north's frigid cold, he has grown a short beard (hardly impressive, much to his dismay). While a relatively spry man in his early-mid thirties, his tours of duty have aged him noticeably, and, according to those who know him, he looks like he's aged a decade over his few years in Skyrim.
A pic for reference, sans the silly hat, of course.
PERSONALITY: Matching the rugged and uncompromising features that are a familiar aspect throughout many of Skyrim's Imperial 'invaders', Vespasian has spent much of his life cultivating a straightforward, if not coarse, demeanor, characteristic of his upbringing by his father (or the lack thereof; the majority of the most vital fathering he received in his life came from his superior officers in the Legion). As a leader, he is cold, dispassionate, and pragmatic, holding little bias in terms of race or creed. What he lacks in charisma and military might, however, he makes up for in calculated efficiency and effectiveness.
Underneath it all, however, and at least toward his nephew, he is a caring individual, and only wants the best for his family . . . though that hardly stops them from thwarting him at every chance they get.
BIOGRAPHY: Vespasian was born with the silver spoon in hand - a powerful Senator's son, wealthy and influential, living the high life in the Imperial capital. The high life, however, wasn't all that it was cracked up to be; his father, while caring for him and his elder sister Cynisca, was a very busy man, and rarely found time for his children with all the moving and shaking to be done involving Cyrodiilic politics. Vespasian's resent for his father came to an apex with his sister's running away from home, crossing the border into Skyrim to study magic at the College of Winterhold. His father's compliance and ambivalence to these actions prompted Vespasian to make his own move as well - albeit with his father's help and political influence, joining the Imperial Legion as a Tribune.
It was in the Legion that Vespasian learned what it was to demand respect, and all the same, respect those whom he commanded. He served with the Fourth Legion under General Tullius in Skyrim, commanding troops in several battles against Ulfric Stormcloak's rebel insurgency throughout Falkreath and The Reach. For his service, he was promoted to Legate, and now commands the Imperial garrison stationed at Fort Neugrad in the Falkreath hold.
OTHER INFORMATION: Vespasian is the uncle of Milo Shieldrunner, his sister Cynisca's son.

NAME: Milo Shieldrunner
AGE: 15
SEX: Male
RACE: Nord-Imperial
APPEARANCE: In terms of outward appearances, Milo isn't exactly the type of Nord most people have come to expect. While public perception, and in truth, most real life members of his patriarchal race, paint the natives of Skyrim as a band of hulking, barbaric warrior-pirates, tall and musclebound, Milo needs little help in being the polar opposite. Standing at a meager five feet and seven inches tall, he maintains a short and stout frame, unable to lose his 'baby fat' that gives him a much rounder shape than he'd like to admit to having. His face is round and boyish, his eyes blue (like his father), and his hair dark (like his mother).
As far as his wardrobe goes, Milo's choice of clothing is limited to that of a farmboy's - mostly because he is a farmboy. He wears a woolen travelling cloak, mostly for protection from the elements rather than adversaries, over a simple boiled leather jerkin and tunic, a pair of threadbare breeches and heavy but worn and torn boots.
PERSONALITY: Milo's very much the quiet sort, generally reserved and withdrawn, not that he has all that much to say about anything. He's got a very timid demeanor and can become easily flustered when under pressure, with little faith in his own abilities. Although he tries to keep to himself, he tries to emulate (mostly in vain) his father's radical politics concerning the welfare of Skyrim, though he himself has little hope of influencing that much. Many called the boy a bleeding heart; his inability to walk away from situations where others are in need of assistance is bred in his bones. On the other hand, he's just as slow to trust - also a trait bred in his bones, and in the shoot first, ask questions later land of Skyrim, it pays to speak softly and carry a big stick (although he tends to leave the big stick-carrying to others). If there's anything life has taught him, it's patience, perseverance, and hope.
BIOGRAPHY: Milo is the son of Nord adventurer Korgoth and former Imperial mage Cynisca Shieldrunner (née Silva), and the black sheep of a family of black sheeps: his father, once a notoriously fearless and just as equally merciless adventurer and mercenary sellsword, as well as a well-respected and skillful Captain in Ulfric Stormcloak's rebel militia, was defeated, spared by, and eventually fell in love with his mother, a petite Imperial mage of Winterhold College, a runaway from her native Cyrodiil.
Milo was not exactly what his father had in mind, in terms of an heir to his legacy, and often treated him as such - not what he had in mind, not the heir to his legacy part. Still, Milo greatly admired his father, and always revered him despite his adoration rarely being reciprocated. When Ulfric Stormcloak called for all able-bodied Nords to join him at his side to fight for Skyrim's independence from the evil, corrupt Empire, his father was one of the first to go, leaving his wife and son to join the Stormcloaks. Cynisca, realizing right away that the family farm could not be managed by herself and her son alone, sent Milo to seek out his father, before he got himself hurt, or worse.
Milo's been trying to find his father ever since, to limited success; meanwhile, his mother has since gone missing, unbeknownst to him.
OTHER INFORMATION: Milo is the nephew of Vespasian Silva, his mother Cynisca's brother.

[Alkonost Storm]

<--It's relevant to this rp XD

[lovely corte]

NAME: Phryx Wicker.

AGE: 57.

SEX: Male.

RACE: Breton.

APPEARANCE: Standing with a slightly hunched posture, he has a wiry, thin frame that points to his military heritage that has sagged and loosened with age, albeit it was hard to deny the former career he once had with the Legion.

He is covered in scars, some fresh and some from his youth. He has a shaven skull of grey hair, as well as a salt and pepper beard. He has intelligent aqua eyes.

He tends to wear an Expert's Robe, draped in an apron and heavy furs, as well as a bear-fur hood to keep out the cold, as well as mittens. He carries a backpack and his sword and shield with it.

SPELLS: Greater Ward, Guardian Circle, Fast Healing, Healing Hands and Turn Undead. He is an Expert in the Field of Restoration.

PERSONALITY: A smart and intellectual man, Phryx is a pacifist at heart and believes that violence can be solved through diplomatic reasoning and the character of an individual. He is deeply spiritual, revering Julianos, the patron Saint of Law and Wisdom.

He is reserved and polite, with a disposition of leadership built up from years of warfare and politics.

BIOGRAPHY: Born in High Rock to an aristocratic family that was on the forefront of intellectual pursuits, pushing their son into the field as well, Phryx grew up nurtured and loved. He married his childhood sweetheart, and a day later joined the Auxiliary Legion in a support capacity.

He was commended and ridiculed for going out of his way to say prayers and heal both sides of the war, as he put no footing on either side.

After the war, he returned to his wife, taking up a role as the new liaison between the Thalmor Occupation and the ruling class of High Rock, using his intellectual pursuits to keep stability in the area. He lived there for the majority of his life, returning to Skyrim when his wife had died from pneumonia too far gone for him to heal.

He is survived by his son and daughter, and the two grandchildren on his son's side. His father was a Blade, whom was one of the first to have been instigated and targeted by the Thalmor in the outbreak of the war.

NAME: Wears-Little-Boots.

AGE: 27.

SEX: Female.

RACE: Argonian.

APPEARANCE: Petite and delicate, Wears-Little-Boots has a teal skin-tone with a shading that bordered on cream, marred by several scars and her unkempt appearance. She has intelligent aqua eyes that tend to sink into her skull.

She has almost weed-like hair, decorated with fronds from rivers. She has taken to painting her face slightly with yellow dye.

She wears a loose skirt, as well as fur boots with iron shins. She drapes herself in a loose tunic, as well as breeches, covering herself in Horker skin lined with fur. She wears a silk hood, and carries a pearl ring wrapped around a chain around her neck.

She tends to carry a chipped iron blade, as well as a fishing knife. She carries a backpack with her living equipment, such as her bed roll and pots, as well as a tinderbox.

SPELLS: Healing, Magelight, Histskin and Sparks.

PERSONALITY: Smart and intellectual, she is also timid and easy to fright, Wears-Little-Boots is quiet, polite and reserved. She tends to sink her frame in anxiety and is incredibly paranoid of people and their intentions due to her rugged history, although she is quick to trust those with an Imperial heritage, as well as Breton.

She is even quicker to grow attached to someone she trusts, as is Argonian nature, and even quicker to defend them should they be threatened.

BIOGRAPHY: Born predetermined by the stars to be an assassin for the King of Argonia, due to her being born under the sign of the Shadow, Wears-Little-Boots was given the best education and upbringing that a status such as that could give.

Considered intellectual and bright, by the time she was ten, she was already a trained killer. The training was rigorous, and was enough to even have killed some of her former companions. She was always curious, however, to the outside world and what that in itself gave.

One training exercise, she assimilated into a passing Imperial Legion and fled her native homeland of Argonia. The soldiers were quick to integrate the child, whom entertained them and was quick to feed them with locally sourced fish she could quickly gather.

She earned her 'Cyrodil' name due to the over-sized shoes she used to wear given to her by the soldier she considered her father. The Legion treated her as if they were her sister and her daughter, and she was well-received. She grew up taught how to hunt, fight and skirmish.

After the Legion returned to Cyrodil, they were all separated and she was left to fend for herself once she fell out of touch, and her 'father' had passed from infections from her native homeland, not before handing her his wife's ring, whom she had found out had passed long before her arrival and was his only companion in life, save for the Legion.

She grew up a vagabond in the streets, working on docks and searching for pearls and killing slaughter fish. She was constantly abused, as was the nature of her race outside of their own borderlines, and was picked up by a Dark Elf whom tried to rape and torture her.

She escaped, and has spent the rest of her life trying to evade and live out her life, crossing bridges when she had come to them.

Her biological father was a Blade, having remained in Argonia before he fled the Thalmor, before he eventually re-assimilated into the populace and raised a family with the Hist, albeit his only child was taken away at birth due to her being born under the sign of the Shadow.

[Fiery Firefly]

NAME: Gabriel Blade-Blocker

AGE: 18

SEX: Male

RACE: Khajiit (adopted and raised by a Nord)

APPEARANCE: His fur for the most part is gray, though he has a white belly and a white patch of fur on his back that is shaped like a diamond, because of weird fur color genetics. His eyes are a very vivid green, and his nose is a pale pink, much to his embarrasment. He's pretty small for a guy, only standing at about 5'6. He usually wears light armor, that allows him to move quickly. He has a super fluffy tail.

SPELLS: None

PERSONALITY: He's kind of a Jerk with a Heart of Gold, he's pretty aloof to most people he first meets, not one to talk very much, and prefers his space. It takes a lot for him to trust you and open up to you, but if you earn that trust, he is quite warm and kind.

BIOGRAPHY: Gabriel was discovered as an infant in the ruins of a destroyed caravan by a Nord named Jens Blade-Blocker. Knowing the child's parents had been killed, and having always wanted a son, no matter how furry he was, adopted the boy. Jens was a mercenary of sorts, and the father and son were constantly on the move from hold to hold. Gabriel never had much in the way of friends for this reason, and also cause he was made fun of by the little Nord children in these towns, for being all furry, they'd call him "cat" and pull on his tail. He spent a lot of his time practicing archery, which he became good at because of his, terrible pun ahead, cat like reflexes. Even though his father was more of a hands on fighter, he was proud of his feline son's abilities and encouraged them. When Gabriel was 17, he came home from archery practice in the woods, to find his father dead, his body sparking from electric Destruction magic. After that Gabriel was on his own, and is still trying to find a place to belong, as he is too much of a Khajiit to fit in with Nords, and too much of a Nord to fit in with Khajiit. He just wanders around, doing whatever he can to make gold.

OTHER INFORMATION: He's pretty much my real life cat.

[Alkonost Storm]

NAME: Seren Ap Druadach
AGE: 18
SEX: Female
RACE: Breton (Forsworn)
APPEARANCE: * She wears a more refined and 'cleaned' up version of the Forsworn armor, forgoing the feathered and braided headdress in favor of a black hooded cowl along with a pair of dark leggings under the skirt. Beneath it she wears a pendant of hawk feathers and hagraven claws with a small soul gem as the centerpiece of the pendant. Her weapons consist of a Shock-enchanted Ebony axe and a Forsworn staff that spews out gouts of flame. Naturally she has a supply of soul gems to fuel the enchantments on these weapons. Her modified Forsworn armor is also enchanted to fortify and regenerate her magicka (body), increase carry weight (feet), fortify unarmed (hands), and fortify conjuration (hooded cowl).

<--for reference, Forsworn armor usually looks like this
SPELLS: She's well-versed in the Conjuration and Destruction schools of magic. She also has some talent in Enchanting.
PERSONALITY: Fiery, wary and/or distrusting of nords (particularly ones from Windhelm or Markarth), secretive
BIOGRAPHY: Raised in Druadach Redoubt, Seren, like many forsworn, has long nursed a grudge against the Nords who took The Reach from her people and has decided to journey out into Skyrim to help the Forsworn cause in ways the enemy won't expect. At one point, she was offered the chance to become a hagraven but refused it in favor of the path she journeys now.
OTHER INFORMATION: In addition to her magic, she's also well-versed in alchemy, as well as doing what she can to hide the more telltale signs of her background (her magic)by relying more on martial prowess and skill. Quite possibly, she has a closer connection to the King in Rags than she realizes but the only one who could confirm such a fact would be her mother, the Hagraven Matriarch of Druadach Redoubt.

*FYI, picked that hair option more for the length rather than the style.

Will edit this later. Just figured I'd get started on her now.