Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20150115220122/@comment-25828117-20150127115831

Helios7719 wrote: "Is there now?" Said she as she turned and stood. Her hood fell back, showing her platinum-blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Well, anyone who helps me kill them will get a 6000 septim reward. I have money. You can't buy the people out from underneath me." She said, addressing the final statement towards the Chapelstine. Her glittering black blade slid down from its sheath, and she said, "Good luck." (Is she always this perfect? I mean, she comes across as half-bored the entire time, even when facing the most dangerous organisation in Tamriel she sort of goes: "lol, tuesdays."

I don't mind powerful characters if it's adequatly explained in a backstory why he/she is powerful. Now, it just comes across as woefully convenient. And it's just boring to write against. It's like playing make-believe on the schoolyard but an oponent that always dodges your attacks with powers that just revert your attacks to square one, so they can walk off unschathed enjoying their power fantasy.

For example, now suddenly Ryland has enough money to brush off her own reward by just adding 1000 septims. So... apparently she's rich.

This has gone on way longer than I wanted, but it's just something that I have to put off my chest. You see, I like creating these RPs to then one day flick through them again as a book, and that means I'm quite susceptible for these kind of things. Now, I'm gonna go with what you just wrote, so don't you dare change it. But just keep this in mind next time.)

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Even though she suddenly revealed herself and offered more for 'the head' of Virius Sengricus, nobody really took her offer.

They knew very well what the odds were against the Chapelstine. But this stranger... this Breton... Seemed a hell of a lot easier to capture than to take on the Chapelstine. That said something about the sheer dominance that order had over the citizens of Cyrodiil, and probably the whole of Tamriel.

"Well... You made our job of finding you a helluvalot easier, doll" A rather ruggid Imperial with yellow teeth grinned.

The other guardsman, not the commander mind you, also drew his sword.

It seemed Ryland had the whole Inn against her now. Seems that plan backfired quite a bit.