Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160710204733/@comment-24760123-20160711203450

(The Harrowing or Lost in Dreams?)

(Anyhoo, since I can't bother to try and find my old character...)

''Hyperion, the Titan of the East. You have done what I asked.''

In the Plane of Oblivion known as Apocrypha, a broken man kneeled before Hermaeus Mora, the Daedric Prince of knowledge.

"Yes, my lord." Hyperion Stormblade answered, emotionless.

''In exchange, I free your and your brother's souls. You may go to Sovngarde.''

Mora reached out and tapped Hyperion on the head. The former gladiator sighed and disappeared in a flash of blue light.

''Alas, the Stormblades' time on Nirn is not over. For when one falls, another will take his place...''

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Windhelm

A mercenary worked at the forge, improving his equipment.

This was Hadrian Stormblade, the younger brother of the missing Windhelm Arena Champion, Hyperion Stormblade.

While his brother took all the glory, Hadrian was a mercenary, traveling all across Tamriel for work.

Most of this work was protection. But once in a while, it was something interesting, like rescuing people and retrieving stuff. Those were the time when Hadrian could use his magic and his axe.

On the side, Hadrian ran jobs for the Theives Guild, so he could pick locks if needed.

Being a mercenary was pretty much all Hadrian knew. He sometimes studied at the College of  Winterhold so he could improve his magic. The Nord sometimes dreamed of becoming a hero, but he was realistic.

It would probably never happen.

However, fate had other plans.

Working with enchanted metal was one of the trickiest arts of the blacksmith, but Hadrian was attempting it, for his first time.

The Nord was improving his custom made steel chestplate, which was enchanted so to improve both his shock resistance and his shock spells.

In a moment of inattentiveness, Hadrian accidentally dropped part of the enchanted ingot he was working with in the forge.

When Hadrian reached for his hammer, he knocked over the unfinished blade that the molten metal had landed on, catapulting it toward him.

Hadrian tried to dodge, but the metal hit him.

It splattered on his face in such a way that it became the inspiration for a style of warpaint made famous near the end of the era by one of Hadrian's descendants.

Hadrian screamed in agony as he stumbled away from the forge. A moment later, something else happened.

Hermaeus Mora, keeping Hyperion's last wish, "summoned" Hadrian somewhere else.

The young mercenary disappeared from Windhelm in a blaze of icy blue light.

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Unknown Location

In a very ancient room, a Nord woke up. He was grunting in pain.

Hadrian Stormblade looked around, as he tried to tolerate the molten metal that was tricking down his neck.

Very old magic hummed in the air, holding reality together. The walls were bright white, almost radiating light.

"Where the hell am I?" He muttered. ---

Name: Hadrian Stormblade

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Age: 27 (Birthdate: 17th of Morning Star)

Class: Battlemage

Weapons: Staff of the Storm Atronach, Ebony War Axe

Armour: []

Appearance: In picture

Backstory: Hadrian is an Battlemage who works as a mercenary. His most notable clients have included the Theives Guild, the College of Winterhold, and several Jarls across Skyrim. After a mishap including enchanted metal, scarring his face, Hadrian has awoken somewhere far from home...

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(I hope I haven't lost my talent, since that entire post felt awkward.)