Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140203181936

Name: Lott

Race: Altmer

Gender: Male

Appearance: 1,2,3,4,5

Class: Mage (specialises in destruction and illusion)

Weapons: None

Armour: Robes

Backstory:

Lott is a hermit, who has spent the last two years travelling alone... well, almost alone.

He has no recollection of the life he lived, before his life of solitude began. He sometimes dreams about it, cold rooms, gruesome tools and an altmer scientist, who Lott has labelled as 'Elsinian.' Lott doesn't know where he was held captive or why he was even there, though he knows that he spent a few years there, tormented every day. Two years ago, he managed to escape and fled to the wilds. He's been travelling from ruin to ruin, cave to cave and trying to avoid people as much as he can...

==Fort Farragut==



"I think you scared her more than the closet did..." Another altmer in robes said with a smile, he found the whole confusion rather amusing.

"Ganlas, the poor thing is petrified! Do you think I was a bit... strong? Was it something I said?"

"Well, you did just pull her out of a closet, screaming, I would have given her a few minutes to adjust if I was you."

Lott sighed and knelt down in front of her as she came to her senses.

Nepht had sat in silence as the altmer, before her, stood talking to himself.

"Ganlas, the poor thing is petrified! Do you think I was a bit... strong? Was it something I said?"

He stood, waiting for a response. He nodded as soon as he heard it but Nepht heard nothing...

The altmer knelt down, so that they were eye-level.

"I do apologise for startling you, you just looked quite panicked." He said with concern.

"Wh-who were you talking to?" The dunmer asked, looking to the void of nothingness that Lott was previously speaking to.

"Th- nothing to worry about now, I assure you. I'll explain in due time..." He looked down, realising that she hadn't had her tea, he picked it up and offered it to her.

"NO!" She cried, knocking it out of his hand and feeling the fear all over again. "Keep it away from me!"

Lott watched the tea dribble out of the cup, onto the floor with a puzzled look on his face. "Not a tea person?"

"Yeah, I take it without sugar... or nasty surprises." Nepht panted, regretting saying it aloud.

"Nasty surprises? I would have told you, if I had put herbs in it." He poured another cup and then poured another for himself, before she could react, he took a sip.

''Huh... it can't be poisoned, he drank it himself!''

"To be fair... your tea can be a little..." Ganlas stopped, hoping that he had criticised and not offended.

The altmer began to laugh, "Thank you, old fr-" Lott remembered that he was talking to himself.

Nepht looked at him, confused as ever.





"I think you scared her more than the closet did..." Another altmer in robes said with a smile, he found the whole confusion rather amusing.

"Ganlas, the poor thing is petrified! Do you think I was a bit... strong? Was it something I said?"

"Well, you did just pull her out of a closet, screaming, I would have given her a few minutes to adjust if I was you."

Lott sighed and knelt down in front of her as she came to her senses.

Nepht had sat in silence as the altmer, before her, stood talking to himself.

"Ganlas, the poor thing is petrified! Do you think I was a bit... strong? Was it something I said?"

He stood, waiting for a response. He nodded as soon as he heard it but Nepht heard nothing...

The altmer knelt down, so that they were eye-level.

"I do apologise for startling you, you just looked quite panicked." He said with concern.

"Wh-who were you talking to?" The dunmer asked, looking to the void of nothingness that Lott was previously speaking to.

"Th- nothing to worry about now, I assure you. I'll explain in due time..." He looked down, realising that she hadn't had her tea, he picked it up and offered it to her.

"NO!" She cried, knocking it out of his hand and feeling the fear all over again. "Keep it away from me!"

Lott watched the tea dribble out of the cup, onto the floor with a puzzled look on his face. "Not a tea person?"

"Yeah, I take it without sugar... or nasty surprises." Nepht panted, regretting saying it aloud.

"Nasty surprises? I would have told you, if I had put herbs in it." He poured another cup and then poured another for himself, before she could react, he took a sip.

''Huh... it can't be poisoned, he drank it himself!''

"To be fair... your tea can be a little..." Ganlas stopped, hoping that he had criticised and not offended.

The altmer began to laugh, "Thank you, old fr-" Lott remembered that he was talking to himself.

Nepht looked at him, confused as ever.