» Sun Sep 16, 2012 3:20 pm after retiring my Level 48 Bosmer assassin to a life in Solitude, its time for a new life in Skyrim. I spend many hours preparing a new character, as many tens or hundreds of hours are spent living their life. The latest addition to my roster is Jakob, a Nord warrior priest of the Nine Divines.... :
........ Jakob was orphaned near Winterhold at a very young age, but never found out how or why his parents were killed. He was raised by a quiet elderly hermit named Thrull, who lived in a small shack hidden on the outskirts of the city. For many many years Thrull taught Jakob the ways of respect for Talos, and how the Thalmor outlawed his worship in order to further their gains. Survival skills and the art of restoration lore were also filling Jakobs adolescent years, and he was fascinated by its use. He learned how to wield a Warhammer, as well as the way of the Mace and Shield.
Thrull made sure that Jakob understood the evil that filled every dark corner of Skyrim, and at every opportunity it must be purged. Daedra, vampires, witches, trolls, and necromancers to name but a few, were amongst the foe that Thrull hunted with Jakob in tow, learning more each time. Each time they slew a creature of the shadow a prayer to Talos was muttered.
Many more years passed, and Jakob, now a 41 years old, was tasked by Thrull to engage his first quest alone. There was a tower to the south of Thrulls shack, which had always been avoided, and Jakob was sent to cleanse it. He gathered some supplies and took his Iron Warhammer, and headed off to the tower.
The wooden door as he approached was slightly ajar, and full of darkness. He gently pushed the door open with the end of his Warhmmer, revealing a dimly lit spiral staircase which led upwards. Jakob, who had been taught to fear nothing but never understimate anything, ascended the creaky stairs. At the top of the tower sunlight rays beamed through a wooden roof, and the stairs led out to the very top. There, sitting on a chair facing away from Jakob was a tall robed elf, golden skinned, reading a very large book. The elf was clearly aware of Jakobs presence, as it suddenly raised its hand to signal Jakob to stop. He did, awaiting some kind of communication from the silent mage..... Suddenly the elf stood, his hands forming a shape in the air, then in a cackling spark of lightning struck Jakob square in his chest, causing agonising pain. Seconds passed, as the mage began to cast the spell again. Jakob, fearing for his life, charged at the elf, warhammer swinging, and struck it clean on the head with a loud thud, instantly killing it. Smoke hissed from Jakobs chest, so he raised his left hand and cast a healing spell, dazzling light surrounded him and the wound sparkled as it repaired itself. He glanced around at the mages quarters, a rough bed, a few potions on a wooden table, a dagger and heart that looked human. He opened the book and flicked some of the pages, which told of the Empires White Gold treaty. He looked back at the slain elf, and muttered... "In the name of Talos" before heading back to Thrull.
From a distance as he neared the shack he could see a hooded figure running at speed away from his masters home. Jakobs heart sank, and he started to gather pace, realising that something was very wrong. Breathless, he entered the hovel, and wide eyed turned to look down at the slumped body of Thrull, a single arrow protruding from the back of his head, green liquid dripping amongst the blood. A note was pinned to Thrulls shoulder " Enemy of the Sithis, your breeders were the first, your master the second... you, my friend are the third"
Jakob had been told of the "Sithis" the Dark Brotherhood, during meals around fires many times as a child, but thought it as a legend. Now he knew who had killed his mother and father, but not why...
Distraught at Thrulls death, Jakob grabbed at the parchment and crumpled it in his hand, fury building inside him. He needed to continue his masters purpose.. to quell Skyrim of evil. He grabbed his warhammer, shield and mace, and slowly walked with purpose out of the shack., gathering a shovel to dig a grave for Thrull. As he searched for a plot he suddenly felt a searing pain in his left arm. As he winced and looked at his arm, he saw a dagger blade protruding from his skin, oozing purple liquid. His eyes rolled, and he lost focus, before passing out.....
He awoke on a cart, stripped of all of his belongings and hands bound........
Major skills : Restoration, Two handed (warhammer only), One handed (mace only), Block, Heavy armour, Smithing and Speech, and non poisonous alchemy.
Minor Skills : lockpicking (only for dungeon chests etc), Alteration, Light armour, destruction (fire to cleanse the undead)
Absolutely NO conjuration, illusion, sneak, pickpocketing,
Never wears a helmet but may wear cowls or circlets, so i will not perk heavy armour too much. No fast traveling anywhere. Eat/drink/sleep once per day. Pray to a divine as often as possible, preferably Talos. After slaying an enemy pause to 'pray' for a few seconds. Do not attack innocents, no pickpocketing, no stealing. Will join the college of Winterhold. Will not join the thieves guild. Will hunt and destroy the Dark Brotherhood. Still deciding on how the Companions will fit in, especially the circle.
Offensively will strike foes with the Warhammer. If outnumbered or outmatched, then the mace and shield will make me a 'holy turtle' with restoration to heal when the chance is given. Always will attack undead, daedra and other evil where possible, no matter the odds.
Defensively shield and restoration, and if in a tight spot the the battlecry will scatter the heathens. Food and potions may be consumed. Will not actively seek violence with 'the living', and will only respond with retribution if attacked
Oh.. and master level, display hud off, no waiting.
So begins the adventures of Jakob
