@RichydaFeb 01, 2015Feb 01, 2015 at 02:06 AM
#1
Do'Maadrul (the Crafter, the Wanderer)
A fellow khajiit, born from a merchant caravan of khajiits of no more
than 10 members. This caravan roamed the sands of the Alik'r Desert
and stopped on each city, town or post to trade, sell and craft
any and all sort of merchandice they could get their hands on.
Maadrul, at the young age of 5 winters he learned how to make small
pouches with the leathers and cloths his father could hand him,
himself wanting to do his best to aid on the sells.
When on the 14th Winter, the khajiit Maadrul learned how to craft
with metal and wood as well, in order to fix and repair the broken
carts. By that time he shared his creations with his sister, making
her simple outfits when her's were torn by the long walks.
One night, while everyone was resting, he heard some voices nearby the
camp, he stood and walked around to see what's going on. Looters, he
thought. He yelled and warned everyone of other's precense on the
camp afraid that they may try to hurt them.
They weren't simple looters as they wore strange robes and staves,
proclaiming to be of service to one of the Daedric Princes. The
four brothers and his father listened to him and rushed to grab
arms, unable to outfit better from the short time.
A violent fight broke up, Maadrul's father reached to him and ordered
him to leave at once, confused he went back to his tent, to grab his
dagger and his most precious belonging, the father's lute, present
to him as a birthday, just two nights before the attack.
Maadrul went back to his father, wearing but his pants and a shirt.
The father escorted him away from the caravan and gestured him to
leave, that they'll be fine. With teary eyes, he wanted to go back
and fight along side them, but he obeyed the orders.
Rushed the whole night to a nearby port, making himself go as a
traveling bard to gain a free ticket back to the place where his
father told wonders. Khenarthis Roost's.
Maadrul, once aboard the ship, looked to the where he thought the
family once was on the port hoping he'd be able to see at least
one of them on the future...
Once arriving Khenarthis Roost's, he worked on the docks to gain
some gold, be it a bard or carrying boxes from one side to the other.
With the few coins he had, he purchased leather strips, in order to
make himself more presentable to the rest.
Since that day, his only thought were of traveling back to Alik'r
Desert, to see and travel where his family once walked.
Years had passed, Maadrul making his living with any sort of odd
job he may find, with every piece of clothing he was able to
craft to keep his mouth fed. Growing tired from being on the same
port-town of Mistral, he decided to take his leave and travel the
rest of the lands in search of oportunities. He moved to Auridon
with what it seems to be his 23 or 25 Winter
Many months later, having forgotten what day it was, he reached
Sky where he met a khajiit named Ri'sari. He offered him space
on his clan in exchange of loyalty to him and aid to the clan.
Maadrul always had loyalty issues with strangers, he accepted but
with one condition.
That he'll question every order he gives. The black khajiit chuckled
slightly and nodded, accepting his pettition. Maadrul spent since
then his time with what started to be his new family.
Days had passed, and in one meeting in Vulkhel Guard, he heard someone
call his name. It was his sister, Sama Do'shrum'do. Difficult
for him to believe, he asked her, if she truly was his sister, to
show the dagger he once made for her. She pulled her's and he his
own, the surprise was great to all on the surrounding after hearing
the story since they separated to the actual day.
Months seemed to fly by just as the wind whispering on his ears,
the Blue Skooma fighting each other, two 'factions' were formed
those who wanted to do trading my the law and those who wished to
continue with the strange product, named after the clan. They
trouble and travels happend those days, each other, once brothers
and sisters now at each other's throat. Qa'Han, the leader of the
merchants decided to move the base of operation to Bandaari post.
While said preparations were being made, Maadrul met a khajiit
on one of the ruins in Auridon, saved her from thralls. Since that
day, Misshild and Maadrul traveled together watching eachother's back.
Long was the road to Elden Root, where they had to separate for a
couple of days. In said time, Maadrul found someone with similar
crafting skill and dedication. Her name, Anira Serrin, was soon to be
his inspiration to perfect his craft. One day, the two together soon
seemed to be talking of wedding, for the surprise of everyone, the
wedding would be taking place in Elden Root, near one of the most
precious waterfalls.
Again the days seemed to fly as lightly as the wind, when the Merchant
seemed to have changed the plans from moving to the Bandaari to the
Woodheart town on Greenshade. That may have been one of the worst
mistakes they might had done as the original Sugar Claw clan was there
as well. A civil war broke up, lasting longer than the previous
disputes. No one could walk around Woodheart without being called
'spy' or 'enemy'and get in seconds drawing their weapons. Maadrul
managed to get Ri'sari's trust in order to go wherever he pleased,
to listen whatever Scheme he may plan against the Merchants.
Soon, the Thalmor arrived to the 'not so peacefull' town, in order to
keep everything in order with violence. The two liders from each
clan stopped fighting for one moment, and decided that was best
was to leave such place. Their destination being Sren'ja.
It was a strange peace between the two factions, under Ri'sari's
command. But the Thalmor followed, seemingly peace was not something
that the 'Company' could get any time soon.
Fight and battles were something common on the new town's plaza,
though this time not between each other but with the black armored
elvens.
Days and months passed, Maadrul haven't been able to see Anira in
quite some time, himself worried that something may had happend to
her. He looked and waited for her, though to no avail, no were he
searched he could find his love. His heart broken and without a
way of calming it, he cheated on her.
Next day he had dreams of himself taking and breaking his love heart
appart, he still regrets his actions...
Some days later, some of the clan members swore to have found a
strange stone, saying that the town was cursed. Most left, some stayed
in the town.
Again time flew,Daedra appearence happend, fights and such that nearly
destroyed the town but who stayed helped in reconstructing their home.
Now, almost on the precent day, just after so many things had happend,
Tilano, a Daedra with the appearence of an Altmer had appeared on
the Clan Mother's house again, this timecursing the place with a
horrible storm that only grew by every passing day. Elsynia and the
rest who remained in Sren'ja decided to move to another place, their
new home being Vulkwasten. While on the topic of such matter,
the Clan Mother Dro'Jhala passed away, seemingly of old age.
The call of moving to Vulkwasten was made to honor the clanmother
with a pyre, for her spirit to roam free and watch over the home.
After returning to Sren'ja, everyone was preparing to leave, packing
up their stuff in crates. Maadrul helped as best as he can, then once
he entered the Clan mother's house to see how everyone was, a
tornado appeared on the center. Everyone moved with haste to the
cave behind the building to find protection.
After the Tornado had ceased, they moved away from it, toward
Rawl'kha to rest for a singular moment, then headed to Bandaari
onwards their new home.
The cousin clan, Sugar Claw was settled on the post. They gave
a warm welcome to the homeless travelers, gave food and places to
rest.
On the present, Maadrul now keeps wandering from place to place,
walking to where the wind will take him. His dream of reaching
the Alik'r Desert had to wait...
A fellow khajiit, born from a merchant caravan of khajiits of no more
than 10 members. This caravan roamed the sands of the Alik'r Desert
and stopped on each city, town or post to trade, sell and craft
any and all sort of merchandice they could get their hands on.
Maadrul, at the young age of 5 winters he learned how to make small
pouches with the leathers and cloths his father could hand him,
himself wanting to do his best to aid on the sells.
When on the 14th Winter, the khajiit Maadrul learned how to craft
with metal and wood as well, in order to fix and repair the broken
carts. By that time he shared his creations with his sister, making
her simple outfits when her's were torn by the long walks.
One night, while everyone was resting, he heard some voices nearby the
camp, he stood and walked around to see what's going on. Looters, he
thought. He yelled and warned everyone of other's precense on the
camp afraid that they may try to hurt them.
They weren't simple looters as they wore strange robes and staves,
proclaiming to be of service to one of the Daedric Princes. The
four brothers and his father listened to him and rushed to grab
arms, unable to outfit better from the short time.
A violent fight broke up, Maadrul's father reached to him and ordered
him to leave at once, confused he went back to his tent, to grab his
dagger and his most precious belonging, the father's lute, present
to him as a birthday, just two nights before the attack.
Maadrul went back to his father, wearing but his pants and a shirt.
The father escorted him away from the caravan and gestured him to
leave, that they'll be fine. With teary eyes, he wanted to go back
and fight along side them, but he obeyed the orders.
Rushed the whole night to a nearby port, making himself go as a
traveling bard to gain a free ticket back to the place where his
father told wonders. Khenarthis Roost's.
Maadrul, once aboard the ship, looked to the where he thought the
family once was on the port hoping he'd be able to see at least
one of them on the future...
Once arriving Khenarthis Roost's, he worked on the docks to gain
some gold, be it a bard or carrying boxes from one side to the other.
With the few coins he had, he purchased leather strips, in order to
make himself more presentable to the rest.
Since that day, his only thought were of traveling back to Alik'r
Desert, to see and travel where his family once walked.
Years had passed, Maadrul making his living with any sort of odd
job he may find, with every piece of clothing he was able to
craft to keep his mouth fed. Growing tired from being on the same
port-town of Mistral, he decided to take his leave and travel the
rest of the lands in search of oportunities. He moved to Auridon
with what it seems to be his 23 or 25 Winter
Many months later, having forgotten what day it was, he reached
Sky where he met a khajiit named Ri'sari. He offered him space
on his clan in exchange of loyalty to him and aid to the clan.
Maadrul always had loyalty issues with strangers, he accepted but
with one condition.
That he'll question every order he gives. The black khajiit chuckled
slightly and nodded, accepting his pettition. Maadrul spent since
then his time with what started to be his new family.
Days had passed, and in one meeting in Vulkhel Guard, he heard someone
call his name. It was his sister, Sama Do'shrum'do. Difficult
for him to believe, he asked her, if she truly was his sister, to
show the dagger he once made for her. She pulled her's and he his
own, the surprise was great to all on the surrounding after hearing
the story since they separated to the actual day.
Months seemed to fly by just as the wind whispering on his ears,
the Blue Skooma fighting each other, two 'factions' were formed
those who wanted to do trading my the law and those who wished to
continue with the strange product, named after the clan. They
trouble and travels happend those days, each other, once brothers
and sisters now at each other's throat. Qa'Han, the leader of the
merchants decided to move the base of operation to Bandaari post.
While said preparations were being made, Maadrul met a khajiit
on one of the ruins in Auridon, saved her from thralls. Since that
day, Misshild and Maadrul traveled together watching eachother's back.
Long was the road to Elden Root, where they had to separate for a
couple of days. In said time, Maadrul found someone with similar
crafting skill and dedication. Her name, Anira Serrin, was soon to be
his inspiration to perfect his craft. One day, the two together soon
seemed to be talking of wedding, for the surprise of everyone, the
wedding would be taking place in Elden Root, near one of the most
precious waterfalls.
Again the days seemed to fly as lightly as the wind, when the Merchant
seemed to have changed the plans from moving to the Bandaari to the
Woodheart town on Greenshade. That may have been one of the worst
mistakes they might had done as the original Sugar Claw clan was there
as well. A civil war broke up, lasting longer than the previous
disputes. No one could walk around Woodheart without being called
'spy' or 'enemy'and get in seconds drawing their weapons. Maadrul
managed to get Ri'sari's trust in order to go wherever he pleased,
to listen whatever Scheme he may plan against the Merchants.
Soon, the Thalmor arrived to the 'not so peacefull' town, in order to
keep everything in order with violence. The two liders from each
clan stopped fighting for one moment, and decided that was best
was to leave such place. Their destination being Sren'ja.
It was a strange peace between the two factions, under Ri'sari's
command. But the Thalmor followed, seemingly peace was not something
that the 'Company' could get any time soon.
Fight and battles were something common on the new town's plaza,
though this time not between each other but with the black armored
elvens.
Days and months passed, Maadrul haven't been able to see Anira in
quite some time, himself worried that something may had happend to
her. He looked and waited for her, though to no avail, no were he
searched he could find his love. His heart broken and without a
way of calming it, he cheated on her.
Next day he had dreams of himself taking and breaking his love heart
appart, he still regrets his actions...
Some days later, some of the clan members swore to have found a
strange stone, saying that the town was cursed. Most left, some stayed
in the town.
Again time flew,Daedra appearence happend, fights and such that nearly
destroyed the town but who stayed helped in reconstructing their home.
Now, almost on the precent day, just after so many things had happend,
Tilano, a Daedra with the appearence of an Altmer had appeared on
the Clan Mother's house again, this timecursing the place with a
horrible storm that only grew by every passing day. Elsynia and the
rest who remained in Sren'ja decided to move to another place, their
new home being Vulkwasten. While on the topic of such matter,
the Clan Mother Dro'Jhala passed away, seemingly of old age.
The call of moving to Vulkwasten was made to honor the clanmother
with a pyre, for her spirit to roam free and watch over the home.
After returning to Sren'ja, everyone was preparing to leave, packing
up their stuff in crates. Maadrul helped as best as he can, then once
he entered the Clan mother's house to see how everyone was, a
tornado appeared on the center. Everyone moved with haste to the
cave behind the building to find protection.
After the Tornado had ceased, they moved away from it, toward
Rawl'kha to rest for a singular moment, then headed to Bandaari
onwards their new home.
The cousin clan, Sugar Claw was settled on the post. They gave
a warm welcome to the homeless travelers, gave food and places to
rest.
On the present, Maadrul now keeps wandering from place to place,
walking to where the wind will take him. His dream of reaching
the Alik'r Desert had to wait...