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[Eotyrannus]

Spoiler: Explanation of the game (click to show/hide)

Hi guys!
Since I feel like it, I've decided to do a game that I won't have to procrastinate on. In this, everyone plays a dragon, specifically a Skyrim dovah. It's set just after the end of the Great War, in 4E 175. If anyone doesn't know much about the setting of The Elder Scrolls, I'll add more information in this box.

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Droghrenteivo, LORD INSANE DRUNK

Spoiler: Stats (click to show/hide)

Level 1
120 Health
80 Magicka
70 Stamina

Spoiler: Spells (click to show/hide)

  Firebolt, Destruction, 50 Magicka.
 Throw a small ball of fire for 25 damage.

Artaeum Gate, Alteration, 150 Magicka.
Teleport back to Artaeum.

(unlearned shouts in italics)

Spoiler: Arcane Helix (1 word) (click to show/hide)

YOL ?? ??- Fire, ??, ??
Crack magical defences and let your spells bring terror, ??, ??

Spoiler: Disarm (0 words) (click to show/hide)

ZUN HAAL VIIK- Weapon, Hand, Defeat
??, ??, ??

Spoiler: Dismay (1 word) (click to show/hide)

FAAS RU MAAR- Fear, Run, Terror
The weak-willed flee in terror at the touch of this shout, ??, ??

Spoiler: Evocation (1 word) (click to show/hide)

VEN LAH HAAS- Wind, Magicka, Health
Let loose a Firebolt or another recorded spell, ??, ??

Spoiler: Fire Breath (1 word) (click to show/hide)

YOL TOOR SHUL- Fire, Inferno, Sun-
Releases a burst of fire from your jaws, ??, ??

Spoiler: ?? (0 words) (click to show/hide)

SLEN TIID VO- Flesh, Time, Opposite-
??, ??, ??

Spoiler: Perfect Storm (1 word) (click to show/hide)

KAAN HAAL VIIK- Kyne, Hand, Defeat
Calls wind and drizzle from the sky, ??, ??

Spoiler: Unrelenting Force (1 word) (click to show/hide)

FUS ?? ??- Force, ??, ??
Create a weak burst of energy that staggers lesser foes, ??, ??

Spoiler: Unclassified Words of Power (click to show/hide)

These words are definitely Words of Power, but you know nothing of which Shouts they can become...
VEN, wind. First meaning is of chaos and power. Second is Evocation.
FAAS, Fear. First meaning is Dismay.
ZUN, weapon. First meaning is Disarm.
IISS, ice.
MUL, strength.
NAAK, eat.
LOK, sky.
KAAN, kye. Second meaning is Perfect Storm.

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PROLOGUE- Birth

You feel your first independent feeling, your own soul having finally broken free. It is a mere splinter of the soul of your father. Like all of the dov, you are a splinter of the soul of Akatosh, Dragon God of Time. It is rare for Akatosh to create a new dragon, you realise, drawing on the gift of knowledge that you were born with.

"Drem yol lok, yor kiir," he says in the ancient language of the dragons. Your mind is still fuzzy, and you are yet to learn the meaning of this language. It will come to you before the day is done, though, you know. "Hi lost kosaan kiin kotin vahrsk lein. Dreh ni faas, to, fah hi fent kliin nol hin klur ko drem. Us zu'u ferd hi tir kotin lein, to, zu'u fent ofan hi hin ofanaht do faal Thu'um. Kos maht."

You understand what Akatosh wants you to do, and you stay still as he observes your soul to see your personality, your being...

Who are we?

[Yourmaster]

Geikaal Raman[\b] (translated)

[Xantalos]

TOTALLY NOT SHEOGORATH

[Eotyrannus]

Suggested names-
Geikaalhrenmaal, GEIKAAL HREN MAAL, 'Alcohol Mad Brawl'

Teivofoshren, TEIVO FOS HREN, 'Drunk What Insane'

Olgdrogeikaal, OLG DROG GEIKAAL, 'Shivering Lord Ale'

[Xantalos]

DROG HREN TEIVO

[Eotyrannus]

Akatosh stares into your soul, before drawing to a conclusion. "Hi los kusah gein, fah bek," he states, amused. "Dreh ni faas, fah hin skerah vis haalit geikaal tol hi krahl. Zu'u bolaav hi hin Thu'um: Fod hi doj yol toor shul, hin paal fent mah, med reyth ko feykro yol. Fod hi doj faas ru maar, den tol maht kriist fent graan us hin uld."

WORDS OF POWER LEARNED: Fire Breath! YOL TOOR SHUL, Fire Inferno Sun. Dismay! FAAS RU MAAR, Fear Run Terror.
WORDS OF POWER UNLOCKED: YOL, Fire. Releases a burst of fire from your jaws. FAAS, Fear. The weak-willed flee at the touch of this shout.

You begin plotting on your name. Droghrenteivo, 'Lord Insane Drunk', is attractive. However, a name is an important decision, and it'll need more time before it is decided. You continue to think as Akatosh wraps your soul in draconic flesh, and draconic flesh in temporal shell. Within the hour, your egg arrives in Mundus. You hear mortal words outside...

Who is near your egg?

[Xantalos]

At the main temple of the Psijic Order, wherever it is.
We'd be by the equivalent of the Archmage. Archmagus. Whatever.

[Eotyrannus]

From within the glowing blue walls of your egg, you hear the arguments of mortals. They seem to be bickering about what to do with your egg. They do this for quite some time, before another voice speaks up, and there is a respectful silence. You hear the sound of a spell being cast, and from the subtle chimes that your draconic senses can pick up, you realise that this must be a powerful mage to perform a spell like this. You hear the spell being unleashed, and you realise that the mage is attempting to communicate with you.

How do we respond?

[Detoxicated]

Greetings mortal, why do you seek my vicinity?

[escaped lurker]

This Servant of Akatosh greets you, descendant of the Ehlnofey. You desire to speak with me?


Ye~s, playing the "Servant of Akatosh" Card is a good idea. As in, making sure he really, really, really doesn't want to screw with us. Being not-insulting, and being "ancient" with calling the possible men / mer / beastfolk as descended from the lesser gods that came to be those races, is also a smooth move, If I may say so myself. We all like our dragons cryptical, no? 

[Eotyrannus]

The mental link bypasses language, so you have no problem communicating with the Voiceless joore. You speak through it.

Greetings, mortal, you say. A Son of Akatosh greets you. You give a slight pause for effect. You desire to speak with me?

The excitement of the mortal is as strong as the magic that runs in its flesh. You're a dragon? What an unexpected discovery! We are members of the Psijic order, and this is the island of Artaeum. Tell me, how did you arrive here?

Thinking back on Akatosh's words, you decipher a part of it as a promise that your birthplace would be a safe one. The worst that could happen would be that this elf keeps hassling you for more knowledge.

I was sent by Akatosh, you reply, as all dragons are. He felt that Nirn required a dragon, and so he splintered my being away from himself.

Excuse me one second, the elf responds. I feel that I need to write this down. I shall be back in one moment! With that, the mental link is broken.

Your flesh and mind have properly solidified by now. You have grasped enough of the language of the dov to decide on your name.

What shall it be?

(This is the last update of railroading. After this, we'll hatch, and we'll be free to suggest whatever we want!)

[Xantalos]

((Wait, didn't we already pick a name? Lord Insane Drunk?))

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Posting to watch.

[Eotyrannus]

(Just needed to make sure that everyone agrees with it. Everyone happy with Droghrenteivo?)

[Eotyrannus]

(Okay, we seem to be fine with this.)

After a good hour spent mulling over the many combinations of Words to follow you in your immortal life, you decide that your original name was best.

Droghrenteivo, LORD, INSANE, DRUNK. Those are your Words. This is your Thu'um. Your life begins now.

You fill your lungs with the energy given to you by the primordial material of your shell, and prepare for your first Shout. Akatosh gifted you with three: Fire Breath, Dismay and a third that seems to come with the image of soul and bone. You don't know that last one one. The first two, though, are your strongest. They resonate with your mind, your soul, your very being. Fire Breath, the bringer of chaos and destruction, the insurmountable and immaterial. Dismay, the Triumph's Shout, that shouts down the weak and reveals you as lord of the battlefield.

And in your mighty exhalation,

"YOL!"

the inner walls of the shell echo with the force of your Word. The joore outside seemed surprised and wondrous at what is happening. This is the birth of a Dovah.

You fill your lungs again, although the force of the last shout made you breathless. Another Word.

"FAAS!"

One of the walls starts to give way, and the Shout breaks through. One of the weaker apprentices flees in terror as the wave of red energy touches him, although the others are strong enough to withstand it. You feel strong enough to give one last Word. It is said that the faster a Dovah breaks through his shell, the stronger he shall one day become...

"YOL!

A burst of fire, a Shout to the heavens, and you are free. Your wings are blown open by the force of the freed energy, giving you the boost you need for your first flight. One beat, two, three, and you are moving forwards.

You are born.

Welcome to Tamriel.