Black Orchid
Death Incarnate
This is a new build, based on my original character that was accidentally deleted. I haven't actually played through the Imperial/Stormcloak civil war quest yet, so I've created the following story based on my own knowledge, a little bit of research, and some conjecture. This character is part assassin, part warrior, with some illusion spell casting to top things off with. It's really just a mix of two character builds I've previously played. I've had this idea in my mind since I first started playing, and finally got around to fleshing out the roleplaying aspect of things.
After the short story is a link to the album where you can see the transformation of Greylin into something much more formidable...
Greylin The Forgotten
Greylin The Forgotten, along with Ulfric Stormcloak and several of his soldiers, were ambushed and captured by General Tullius and his Imperial forces on one fateful day while they were traveling through Darkwater Crossing. It appeared that this downtrodden excuse for a Nord was attempting to gain safe passage through the area, when she was finally asked to accompany the Stormcloaks, mostly out of sheer pity. Greylin accepted their invitation, since she was currently homeless and without even so much as a dagger to defend herself with.
Here begins my story so far:
Once myself and the other prisoners arrived in Helgen, I felt seething contempt at a group of people who would execute someone through mere association to the Stormcloaks. At least the one Imperial they called 'Halvor' apologized to me, and that is why I would later spare his life; but more importantly, where one opportunity failed, another would present itself. Fate smiled for Tullius that day: if it hadn't been for that damnable dragon's Thu'um interrupting the Jarrin Root poisoned dagger I had hidden in the palm of my hand, his life would have ended a second later...
Hell broke loose as everyone, friend and foe alike, ran for their lives amidst all the chaos and destruction. Ulfric and Tullius both escaped, along with myself, Halvor, and another Stormcloak member by the name of Ralof. The dragon was unlike anything I had ever seen before; the hazy memory of it calling me 'Dovahkiin' came to me later while I travelled to Riverwood with my new companion, Halvor. After receiving food and shelter from some Imperial sympathizers that Halvor was aquainted with, he gave me a signed document exonerating me of any 'perceived' crimes I may have committed while travelling with the Stormcloaks and urged me to join the Imperial legion in Solitude.
This is the second chance I had been waiting for: not to join the Imperials, but rather be the eyes and ears for Ulfric. After all, there were plenty of Nord Imperial sympathizers living in Solitude, as well as General Tullius himself. It's amazing what one could accomplish with a little bit of makeup and illusion magic: who would give a second thought to some dirty-looking street wretch dressed in tattered rags?
After skulking around the city and port of Solitude for several days, I learned of a threat bigger than the Imperials, and that was the Thalmor, which I believed to be the masters pulling the puppet strings in the mounting civil war. Those arrogant high elves would soon meet swift death by my poison-tipped blade, right after their unwilling servant General Tullius' head was mounted on a pike. The General's demise would deal a crippling blow to the Imperial moral, while getting us one step closer to the Thalmor, the true enemy.
Rashka The Slayer (Nord Ghost Warrior)
I was trained in the art of stealth, murder, and illusion by a reclusive and ancient sect that called themselves 'Ghost Warriors,' which were an off-shoot of the original Dark Brotherhood. Where the Dark Brotherhood simply killed for fame and fortune and didn't discriminate against their victims, the Nord Ghost Warriors chose their targets specifically and killed for a cause: to preserve the Nord way of life in Skyrim.
I will take advantage of my new capabilities as Dragonborn, and receive further training in the usage of the Thu'um by those crusty Greybeards that dwell on top of that god-forsaken mountain. Also, the training I am now receiving by an ex-Blades member (thought to be deceased) has succeeded in honing my sword and archery abilities much better than what any Stormcloak soldier could possibly offer.
I am Greylin The Forgotten; I am Rashka The Slayer: The Harbinger of Death, Dragonborn, and servant to Ulfric Stormcloak, The True High King of Skyrim; I am Protector of the True Nord and their sacred laws; I am, in the old Dragon-tongue, 'Gaaf Kendov.'
Picture link:
http://skyrimforum.com/useralbums/ghost-warrior.576/view
Rashka's make-over picture link:
http://skyrimforum.com/useralbums/ghost-warrior-ii.1211/view
Perk calculator link:
http://tinyurl.com/Ghost-Warrior-build
After the short story is a link to the album where you can see the transformation of Greylin into something much more formidable...
Greylin The Forgotten
Greylin The Forgotten, along with Ulfric Stormcloak and several of his soldiers, were ambushed and captured by General Tullius and his Imperial forces on one fateful day while they were traveling through Darkwater Crossing. It appeared that this downtrodden excuse for a Nord was attempting to gain safe passage through the area, when she was finally asked to accompany the Stormcloaks, mostly out of sheer pity. Greylin accepted their invitation, since she was currently homeless and without even so much as a dagger to defend herself with.
Here begins my story so far:
Once myself and the other prisoners arrived in Helgen, I felt seething contempt at a group of people who would execute someone through mere association to the Stormcloaks. At least the one Imperial they called 'Halvor' apologized to me, and that is why I would later spare his life; but more importantly, where one opportunity failed, another would present itself. Fate smiled for Tullius that day: if it hadn't been for that damnable dragon's Thu'um interrupting the Jarrin Root poisoned dagger I had hidden in the palm of my hand, his life would have ended a second later...
Hell broke loose as everyone, friend and foe alike, ran for their lives amidst all the chaos and destruction. Ulfric and Tullius both escaped, along with myself, Halvor, and another Stormcloak member by the name of Ralof. The dragon was unlike anything I had ever seen before; the hazy memory of it calling me 'Dovahkiin' came to me later while I travelled to Riverwood with my new companion, Halvor. After receiving food and shelter from some Imperial sympathizers that Halvor was aquainted with, he gave me a signed document exonerating me of any 'perceived' crimes I may have committed while travelling with the Stormcloaks and urged me to join the Imperial legion in Solitude.
This is the second chance I had been waiting for: not to join the Imperials, but rather be the eyes and ears for Ulfric. After all, there were plenty of Nord Imperial sympathizers living in Solitude, as well as General Tullius himself. It's amazing what one could accomplish with a little bit of makeup and illusion magic: who would give a second thought to some dirty-looking street wretch dressed in tattered rags?
After skulking around the city and port of Solitude for several days, I learned of a threat bigger than the Imperials, and that was the Thalmor, which I believed to be the masters pulling the puppet strings in the mounting civil war. Those arrogant high elves would soon meet swift death by my poison-tipped blade, right after their unwilling servant General Tullius' head was mounted on a pike. The General's demise would deal a crippling blow to the Imperial moral, while getting us one step closer to the Thalmor, the true enemy.
Rashka The Slayer (Nord Ghost Warrior)
I was trained in the art of stealth, murder, and illusion by a reclusive and ancient sect that called themselves 'Ghost Warriors,' which were an off-shoot of the original Dark Brotherhood. Where the Dark Brotherhood simply killed for fame and fortune and didn't discriminate against their victims, the Nord Ghost Warriors chose their targets specifically and killed for a cause: to preserve the Nord way of life in Skyrim.
I will take advantage of my new capabilities as Dragonborn, and receive further training in the usage of the Thu'um by those crusty Greybeards that dwell on top of that god-forsaken mountain. Also, the training I am now receiving by an ex-Blades member (thought to be deceased) has succeeded in honing my sword and archery abilities much better than what any Stormcloak soldier could possibly offer.
I am Greylin The Forgotten; I am Rashka The Slayer: The Harbinger of Death, Dragonborn, and servant to Ulfric Stormcloak, The True High King of Skyrim; I am Protector of the True Nord and their sacred laws; I am, in the old Dragon-tongue, 'Gaaf Kendov.'
Picture link:
http://skyrimforum.com/useralbums/ghost-warrior.576/view
Rashka's make-over picture link:
http://skyrimforum.com/useralbums/ghost-warrior-ii.1211/view
Perk calculator link:
http://tinyurl.com/Ghost-Warrior-build