Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150408103909/@comment-2.30.168.117-20150411182052

Name: Nchulft Bzarn

Race: Dwemer ghost, but still killable

Gender: male

Age: late 200s (biologically) 4020 (chronologically)

Appearance: extravagent dwemer robes, beard

Skills: speechcraft(M), alchemy(E), conjuration(E), one handed(A) restoration(A) destruction(A)

Spells: firebolt, frostbite, paralyze, soul trap

Powers: The Calling (racial)

Resistances: poison, soul trap, paralyze

Weaknesses: anything except poison, soul trap and paralyze.

Factions: The First Council (Chief Advisor to dwemer seat of governent, Dwemer king Dumac)

Bio: Bzarn was a very politically endowed dwemer. he joined the first council in 1E 418, but was assasinated two years later. now he wonders his observatory, alone, bored of the monotony of eternal life, and a bit angry because of having his spirit bound to his obsevatory.

Bzarn sat in his observatory, bored.he had nothing to do. He couldn't do anything than just aimlessly stare and wonder around his study. he turned and stared at the soul gem on the podium in the middle of the room. that was what he was bound to. he could go outside, just not for long, or he would burn. Bzarn got up, and flung open the doors to his observatory's balcony. he looked into the distance. "No, i-it  couldn't be, could it?" he stared hard, and saw a Dwemer Airship, now a speck on the horizon. "By Kagrenac, I haven't seen an airship since I visited Nchuleft!" he suddenly felt his power fading, and hastily went back inside. "If only there were some way to reverse the effects..." Bzarn enquired. he picked up an empty tome and started to write.

after half an hour, he had a spell tome. this would hpefully allow him to walk in the sunlight, and not burn. "Now"... said Bzarn, "I need a test subject". he looked around a bit, and finally saw a dwarven sphere. "Aha!" yelled Bzarn. he cast his spell on it, and his vision went black.