Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150216141300/@comment-24696651-20150216190902

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: (The river is only a couple of meters wide in-game, so I'd be a couple hundred meters wide. So less than a kilometer, so it isn't that difficult to cross it. That river is also pretty calm near Riverwood, it only gets dangerous after the city where it has a mini waterfall. Anyway we aren't here to argue whether the army could get into Riverwood or not. The point is that they'd have more than 3 times your men and would eventually make it into the city. You couldn't hold it forever and thus I think it is best we end the battle and quickly summarize it so you can get caught up with everyone else.) (Fair enough. I think I'll just skip one year, and quickly catch up with the other.)

(5E, one-something-something.)

Luciun sighed. His son, Robert, was refusing to join the army, despite having come of age a week ago.

"Look, you're going to have to learn how to fight one day," Luciun spoke, slightly loudly. His son had locked the door to his room and wasn't coming out.

"No I won't," Robert replied, flatly. "Besides, I've done enough fighting with Uncle Hadgeir."

"Sparring isn't enough," Luciun retorted. "You need real experience. And Hadgeir has been busy pacifying the villages."

"And I learnt some magic. I can defend myself with that."

Luciun silently cursed upon hearing this. Robert was more Breton than Nord. Which would be fine, if he still had some Nordic fighting ability.

"Magic alone can't win a fight. You need something to fall back on, and you need to be able to fight like a man in the army."

"I don't want to fight in the army. I don't want to go around killing people to satiate my inner megalomaniac. I want to-"

"We don't fight for the power. We make war, that we may live in peace."

"And it's gone really well so far, hasn't it?" Robert replied sarcastically.

Luciun sighed. At this point, the best response was silence.

"Look, just come with me. There won't be much fighting, and we're not killing anyone who doesn't deserve it. We're just clearing up the rabble."

"Fine," Robert sighed. "Just don't get me killed."

Character Card

Name: Robert of Pinewatch

Race: Nordic Breton. More Breton than Nord, despite being only quarter Breton.

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance: Five foot nine, of pale complexion. His face is somewhat handsome, his eyes brown. His hair is also brown, and brushed to the side. He has wispy hair above his mouth, but not really a moustache. He wears a silk tunic with small red and gold motifs of lions on it, and some cream cotton tights.

Equipment: Dwarven sword, orcish chainmail with ebony plates on it (he doesn't have the armour yet, but it will be given to him soon.)

Skills(1 Master, 2 Expert, 3 Adept): Master: Dwemer Studies (basically Dwemer engineering); Expert: Alteration, Enchanting; Adept: Restoration, Destruction

(For the record, he's an apprentice at one handed and heavy armour.)

Spells(Max 8): Magelight, Firebolt, Healing, Stoneflesh, Telekinesis, Storm Cloud (custom spell, creates a smallish lightning cloud which strikes nearby enemies).

Powers(Racial + 1 more max): Dragonskin (racial, absorb 50% magicka from hostile spells, once a day); Replication (can accuratley draw a diagram of most machines and contraptions he sees. Machines he understands he can draw the workings, those he doesn't understand, he can make a decent guess.)

Personality/Traits(at most 6 traits, must have 2 bad traits): Logical, Cautious (call this 50:50 good:bad, he's a bit too cautious), Reluctant, Introverted.

Bio: Robert spent most of his early life with his mother - his father, Luciun, was too busy trying to become one of the Five, and his uncle (Hadgeir) was too busy being one of the Five. His mother taught him much of what he knows about magic. When his father was elected he asked Hadgeir to spar with him, which Robert detested, because he was rubbish at it. He spent more and more time studying, and when Luciun left on his recent campaign, with Hadgeir, Robert was free to do what he wanted. He explored the nearest Dwemer ruin, narrowly avoiding death, and managed to take a few pieces of machinery, which he reverse engineered. When his father returned, he initially scolded Robert, but was impressed by his survival and what he had done, so he asked Robert if any of the designs would be useful as weapons, and allowed Robert to continue his studies. Robert created a prototype ballista and trebuchet, which, although powerful, were too expensive to use, so Robert went back to sparring, much to his annoyance.