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Faction Profile: The Daedric Templars

  • Member
    November 11, 2015

    "Then it looks like we just have to wait... Bah.. the waiting..." -Selene unsheathed her left katana with her left hand, spiraling it around and trying to remember every technique she could use with her left hand-

  • Member
    November 12, 2015

    -Selene stood there, reading the missions as sh cracked her neck, her arms crossed as she saw the mission called "Fiery Souls." She sighed, knowing the location all to well and wanting to go there badly, but knowing she needs to wait was getting to her. She drew the katana-like blade on her right side and rested it on her shoulder- "Maybe I should go on a good hunt... Or... Try continuing my search for that place Dracovien keeps showing me... This... Temple...."-She then finds the mission called "Repurging Old Flames" and reads it. She then widens her eyes with pure anger, cracking her knuckles and clenching her sword tightly- "Miraak..." -That name not only ticked her off, but ticked of her other half, Dracovien even more. Selene's skin began to glow with a golden, magical energy and her eyes became more wolfish as she gave a dark growl- "I cannot wait to get my claws on you..." 

  • Member
    November 12, 2015
    Bjorn watched, a look of slight disgust on his face. "Control yourselves, beasts." He muttered to himself.
  • Member
    November 12, 2015

    -Selene's hand twitched at the slight sound of a voice, quickly spinning and looking towards the one who spoke, her golden glow becoming black as she gave a psychotic smile, before fading into a dark mist, appearing invisible. After a good amount of time, the mist faded, revealing a Werewolf, but something was different about it... The fur was black as the night itself and it's eyes were as golden as a Vampires own eyes, but their was also a gold and white energy covering the entire werewolf. It stood there for a second before making its approach toward the man. The voice which came out was a deep, growling tone- "I assure you... Craftsman... We are in complete control... I am Dracovien.

  • Member
    November 12, 2015

    "Selene" Theseus says walking from the shadows "Leave us alone Exile. Control is one thing all werebeasts have or else there would only be werebeasts."

  • Member
    November 12, 2015

    -Dracovien would see Theseus and give a howl in recognition before speaking- "Selene is quite agitated at the moment with this... Exile... I am stepping in before she does anything... Reckless..."

  • Member
    November 12, 2015
    Xeh'ralac Steps in to see what this noise is about. Bow drawn just in case something happens.
  • Member
    November 12, 2015

    -Dracovien would how loudly before reverting form, transforming back into the black-haired, pale-skinned Dunmer known as Selene. She rested her hands on her two katana-like blades as her elvish armor shifted, her fur and leather gauntlets strapped tightly around her arms and her boots just as tight. Her black hood kept back as she looked toward the one with the bow- "Keep your arrows in the quiver, Marksman... They won't be needed. That was just my other half, Dracovien." -she said with a soft, sweet and re-assuring tone- "Dracovien and I both are here to serve the Templars, not cause infighting..."

  • Member
    November 12, 2015

    Theseus smirks slightly at the now slightly friendly turn in the conversation, and slips out into the main hall of the castle then into the night. Shifting into his wolf form, once he lands off the shore, he lets out a howl and tears of into the night.

  • Member
    November 12, 2015
    Xeh'ralac eases himself and puts his arrow back into the quiver. He then said In a distorted voice "very well" and walks to his quarters for various rituals and Summonings.