Lorielle Wrote:Name: Helena Witherbow
Sex: Female
Race: Nord
Age: 28
Appearance/Physical Description:Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Biography/personality: Helena the FellBlade, a named she had earned for herself fighting for the Imperials during their battles against the Thalmor, for all the good that did. A sprightly and upbeat woman who had traveled the length and breadth of Tamriel doing the odd job here and there until she was old enough to hold a sword. Since then she had been a sellsword for as long as she could remember. A beauty on the battlefield and even deadlier because of her looks her nordic constitution giving her an edge in stamina as she tore through foes with her greatsword.
But despite her profession she does her best to remain a kind and caring woman, often assisting those with their woes even when no reward was offered. This occasionally led her into some trouble, but she always did her best to see the good in people. But this desire to do good would lead her back home to Skyrim, where a supposed unholy alliance between goblins, Orcs and Dark elves have staged an uprising and thrown the entire province into chaos. After many years she was on her way back to see the frigid north she had long left behind.
Stats (start with 5 in each stat, with 5 extra points. Can take points from one stat to increase others)
Strength: 8
Perception: 5
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 5
Luck: 7
Merits: Heavily Armored: Helena's unique ebony armor is the stuff of legend and she is extremely difficult to hit while properly dressed +3 to agility when armored
Disarming visage: Her snow white hair and beautiful complexion is the envy of many and make her enemies second guess Helena's ability to fight, instead are more willing to talk upon seeing her.
Flaws: Magically stunted: Helena is completely incapable of using even the most basic of spells, but she is also more receptive to them -3 to resisting magical effects.
Trusting: Helena self-admittedly gives people the benefit of the doubt, as long as it doesnt lead to harm or an obviously terrible situation she will go along with it.
Pillars of smoke rose up like a dark beacon against the white clouds of Skyrim's horizon, calling you to the village. Word came of a raid amassing in the area too late, the hamlet of Kjlorstead would have been near defenceless. What few carriages made it out in time trundle past you as you crest the hill on the path to the village, the refugees frightened and pale having barely escaped the attack. More should have followed, whatever happed cut off the escape of anyone else in the village. With the roads as difficult to traverse as they are, who knows how long it'll take before any of the Jarl's men arrive.
Your return to your homeland is far from a ceremonial one, and you've had little time to take in the sights of the beautiful wilderness of Falkreath Hold. It seems only more conflict waits to greet you past the border.
Sure enough, as you approach the village's outskirts, you see trees toppled onto the road, blocking the path of carriages which have been swiftly looted. The village itself lies just beyond these, but before you can get there, you have a more immediate concern. One of the carriages still holds people... for now at least. The dead remains of a Nord man, who tried in vain to protect his family, has been tossed out the side of the carriage. Within, two women - presumably the man's wife and daughter kick and scream as they're dragged out by the goblins that killed him. They tear at their clothes, scratch at their skin and force them onto their knees once they drag them onto the cobbled path.
By the time you draw close, their clothes have been stripped clean. The mother's read hair is gripped tightly by one goblin that smacks its cock against her freckled cheek. The daughter's hair is blonde, like her fathers, though she shares her mother's freckles across her cheeks and breasts as well, which aren't as large as her mothers but still plenty enough to fill the hands of the second goblin that now toys with them.
But what happens next comes as quite the disturbing shock. A third goblin with them, one wielding a staff, slams it against the ground and utters something in their gibberish, primitive tongue. The head of the staff glows a sickly green, and the two women grow tired and dizzy for a moment, before being enlivened with vibrant energy. No longer do they resist their assailers, but instead begin to please the two goblins that just killed their husband and father. The mother takes the goblin cock in her mouth and suckles happily, moaning and gagging as she pleases the thing that widowed her and her daughter cups her tits and wraps them tightly around the other goblin's cock, pumping them up and down. The memories of the man they loved slowly seem to be eroded away and the feelings they felt for him are taken and twisted to become eager loyalty to these pests. Perhaps these women can still be saved, but you need to act fast.
