This is my first Rp hope it's good and lots of people join!

Skyrim is in total Chaos with the Stormcloaks and Imperials fighting it out ! You must Help!!


Factions.

Imperial Legion
College Of Winterhold
The Companions
The Circle
Thieves Guild
Nightingale
Dark Brotherhood
Storm Cloaks
Bandits
Necromancers
Conjurers

Classes:

-Warrior

Very good with two and one handed weapons, effective in heavy armour and are good at blocking.

-Spellsword

Knows how to use a sword well and knows alot of magic.

-Ranger

Good archer and knows how to use a sword.

-Mage

Has lots of spells and magic but less health.

-Assasin/thief

Good mainly in stealth, lockpicking and light armour .

Places:

Cities awnstar — A city located along the northern coast of Skyrim, within the Pale.
Falkreath — A city in Falkreath Hold, located near the Cyrodilic border.
Markarth — A major city located within the Reach, near the border to High Rock.
Morthal — A city located in Hjaalmarch.
Riften — A major city located in the south-eastern corner of The Rift.
Solitude — A major city located on the northwestern coast of Skyrim, and the capital of the province.
Whiterun — A major city located in the center of Skyrim, and near the Throat of the World.
Windhelm — A major city in Eastmarch, located near the Dunmeth Pass to Morrowind in northeastern Skyrim.
Winterhold — A city located on the northeastern tip of Skyrim.

Settlements (this can be villages or single houses)

Imperial Legion Fortress ruin.

Imperial Legion Fortress used (with garrison in it).

Landmarks (like Star stones).
Caves

Dwemer ruins (Ancient Fortress')

Races:

Human:

-Nords
-Imperials
-Redguard

Elves
-High Elves
-Dark elves
-Wood elves
-Bosmer

Lizard
-Argonians (reptile humans, can breathe underwater)

Cat
-Khaijiit (Cat human things, can see in dark)

Orcs

Character Sheets
Name:
Race:
Age:
Male/Female:
Faction:
Description:
Appereance:
Starting place:
Weaponry:

Name: farenth quickblade
Race: Dark elf
Class: spellsword
Age: 47
Male/Female: Male
Faction: storm cloaks (I'm not sure which race goes in which faction)
Description: farenth is a spellsword based around weapon finesse and spells to
disorientate the enemy (I don't know much about skyrim fluff so this is the best I can do)
Appereance: Dark skinned, tall, jet black hair
Starting place: winterhold
Weaponry: rapier, bow

Race doesn't matter they can join anyone... Pretty good character though

Im going to join this.
As a Stormcloak, ofcourse.

Thanks Post your character when your ready i say we need at least 5 people to start!

Name: Jenna Malaise
Race: Breton
Class: Mage
Age: 20
Male/Female: Female
Faction: Necromancers/College of Winterhold
Description: Jenna is a member of the College of Winterhold who also practises necromancy in secret, she is very persuasive when she needs to be, she is an expert with conjuration magics, and is also quite adept with destruction, illusion and alteration.
Appearance: Shoulder length, jet black hair, strikingly blue eyes, very slender, usually wears apprentice mage robes.
Starting place: Winterhold, The Frozen Hearth Tavern
Weaponry: steel dagger

If we don't get people soon this is gunna fall apart

I would suggest organizing your original post a bit more to make it look more professional. More background to the adventure might attract more people as well. Try giving people a taste of what they will get before they sign up.

Hope this helps!

UG

Thanks Man this is my first RP though!

Dragonheart wrote:Thanks Man this is my first RP though!

I have never run one either, I just wanted to give a little advice on what attracts me to an RPG or any thread in general.

oh,ok!

I wonder if this thread is still alive? Because I would be interested to join

I'll join.

Name: Endras Drizzit
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 39
Male/Female: Male
Faction: Imperial Legion (as a mercenary)
Class: Ranger
Description: Endras born in Skyrim, and had to love with the racism of many nords. Now, with the war coming, he decided to pledge his bow and sword to the Imperial cause as a mercenary. His skills as a ranger will surely come in handy.
Appereance: Tall, wiry, slightly muscular, mohawk style hair, green tribal warpaint. He wears Fur Armour
Starting place: Riverwood, at the inn, in his room.
Weaponry: Elven dagger, Skyforge steel sword, elven bow, elven arrows, banded iron shield

Epic,Choas,Join,and,we,will,start,
I,have,no,spacebar-.-

Name: Sylvio Tenenbra
Race:Argonian
Age:34
Gender:Male
Faction: Imperial Legion
Class: Warrior
Description: Sylvio was born in the Blackmarsh like many of his kin. When news about war came to his ears, Sylvio decided to join the Imperia Legion. Sylvio is an expert fighter, specialized on shield and sword armament. He knows little fear and many foes have perished before him.
Appearance: brown feathers, turquise eyes, thin, pure white scales with blue warpaint, wears armour all the time
Starting place: Whiterun
Weaponry: Banded iron shield, battle axe thats enchanted to make undead flee when hit, iron braces-, helmet, boots and armour

I hope that you can make sense of that

Do_you_want_to_start_near_eachover?

Considering joining, and chaosdude, you know Argonians are lizards right? Scales rather than skin and feathers rather than hair?

Ok_Glass_ninja...

The glass ninja wrote:Considering joining, and chaosdude, you know Argonians are lizards right? Scales rather than skin and feathers rather than hair?

Damn, my bad. I forgot that they had feathers, not hair. And that they had scales, not skin.

Ok i am starting...

Events:

Ferenth Quickblade:

You are in the college practicing your magic . A young man runs up to you, cut and wounded. He says " The head magister has just been attacked and he sent me back to get help... seeing as you are the most powerful mage here , i thought you could help. The young man runs of in search of more help... What do you do ...?

Jenna Malaise:

You are sat at the bar of the frozen hearth tavern when a hooded figure sits down beside you. You notice that he is wearing a solid gold amulet ... A drunk man carrying a bottle of honning brew mead. He smashes it over a table and points it at the hooded figure. The hooded figure simply says a strange word and the drunkard drops the bottle and runs. The man gets up and walks out. What do you do ?

Endras Drizzit.

You are at the mill in riverwood chopping wood for some petty coin... enough to survive. 4 men walk up to you... You recognise their armour as stormcloaks. " Oy you! Ulfric Stormcloak has a 200 gold bounty on your head and we want it... What do you do ?


Sylvio Tenenbra:

You step through Whiteruns gate and walk to the market. Apparently Belethors shop is the worst . You turn around to see a man taking a Rare diamond from a stall... What do you do?

Name: Kurt Bearclaw
Race: Nord
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Faction: Stormcloaks (what Nord joins the Imperials? )
Class: Battlemage (just count as warrior with some magic)
Description: Kurt was born in Skyrim, in the city of Windhelm. As the war started, he was already in the Windhelm Guard and decided to join the Stormcloaks. He did not have an arrow in the knee, luckily. He fights with a sword, sometimes a dagger too, and uses destruction magic.
Appearence: Tall, blue eyes, long,blond hair, awsome Chuck Norris beard.
Starting place: Windhelm, ofcourse! All other cities are not cold enough!
Weaponry: Fine Stormcloak cuiras, stormcloak helmet (currently not on head), Sword of Drain Health (steel), fur gloves, boots.

Event:

TheNoobBomb:

It is as usual a cold day and you are in a in having a birthday drink with your friends. Since you joined the army, you have been in many a battle and you have just got off. The tavern doors swing open and a man you recognise as Bulgruuf the greater walks up to you and says " Lord Ulfric wants to talk to you," He walks of and you turn to see your friends staring at you.

What do you do...?

OOC: I have heard you are a really good at Rps so i will try my best to please you

'What?' Kurt asks to his friends, 'Theres nothing to look at me? I guess I will have to pay our Jarl a visit, right?' As the friends keep looking at him without saying anything, Kurt shows that he doesnt know what is wrong, and walks out the tavern, following Balgruuf. 'Lets see what Jarl Ulfric wants..'

Name: Karrim O'Nok
Race: High elf
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Faction: Sellsword (Mercenary)
Class: Spellsword
Description: Tall, strong and fair of face, Karin has always been one with the ladies. He has worked most of his life to be a warrior, and has picked up allot of magical knowledge. Through battle and training he has picked up many scars all over his body, the worst is a trio on his left cheek gifted to him by a very angry Khaijiit. He is strange for a high elf, as his hair and face is much like that of a human.
Bio: Born in valenwood, he was trained in the ways of magic and the sword. He grew with his parents, killing his first creature at the age of ten. At the age of fifteen he was snatched up by a traveling sorcerer for training, but he kept his passion for the blade and his skill in destructive magic grew. Soon his master could no longer teach him, and with a heavy heart told him that he must leave their home and make a name for himself. He joined a mercenary company and traveled the lands around Valenwood, and even into Cyrodil. When the Aldmeri dominion rose and called it's army's, his company joined in a heartbeat. Soon they where battling against the enemy's of the dominion. After the peace treaty was signed, he left his company and decided to travel to Skyrim to see more of Tamriel.
Personality: Unusually humble for a high elf, mentally tough and forgiving when the mood suits him. He can be generous and a mentioned before is sometimes a lady's man, but only when he has free time. He is loyal and hungry for knowledge and adventure.
Equipment: Steel helmet of weak destruction, weak steel gauntlets of destruction, steel boots, steel breastplate.
Weapons: Steel sword, Iron arrows, Iron bow (reason for bow= DRAGONS MAN! DRAGONS!)
Starting location: Whiterun, preferably a bar.
Magic level: Apprentice
Spells: Fire bolt. Lightning bolt. Fire rune.

" I am sure you understand that the matter is quite urgent. You are the best we have without putting myself in danger. Before we can take whiterun, there are several locations which need to be captured . Go to the fort just next to helgen and take it , if you need backup we will give you 5 men all well trained and capable... Now Go .Time is of the essence

OOC for the noob bomb and that is ulfric talking to you

Events:

The glass Ninja:

You walk into the Drunken Huntsmen and buy a room for the night. You have a good chat to the Innkeeper over a bottle of black briar mead. a very sweet mead. After the drink you decide to sleep well for the morning. During the night you have a nightmare... You here a click and pay no attention to it at first. But when a dart rips your quilt you throw it off and draw your sword... You examine the room and find nothing. You notice the dart was kipped with a Paralysis poison, if you were hit by it you would have been a easy target...

What do you do ?

I walk behind the man and ask:*Hey. Where did you get that diamond?*
The man looms at me, at the same time putting the diamond into his pocket.

The epic chaos:

The man stares at you, he rugby tackles you and runs into a alley...

Karrim summons a ball of flame into his hand, lighting the room. The door is open and the window is exposed. He crouched, the floor creaking slightly. As he reaches the door his sensitive ears pick up a hiss. He falls to the floor as another dart wings through the window, between the two wooden shutter's. He kicked the door closed and scrambled to sit next to the window. He pears out and sees his attacker. A figure cloaked all in black with a blowpipe in it's hands. He saw a tail swishing around beneath the hem of the cloak. To be able to hit the bed though, it would have had to have fired from the door. Which meant that it was fast or that it had a partner. But Karrim had a hunch on who this was. He slowly raised the shutter and with a quick flourish of his hand cast a fire bolt at the ground in front of his attacker. The blast of heat blew off the persons hood revealing a Khaijiit, presumably a female. "Ellaria" he whispered touching his scarred cheek. When he looked again the Khaijiit was gone.

The gentle rays of the morning sun soon spread across the sky to find Karrim in full armor and ready to go find a job. As he heads towards the market he see's an Argonian speaking with a Nord dressed in threadbare clothes, quite heatedly it seemed to him. He watched, ready to intervene if knives where drawn, and be entertained if a good brawl started. He watched as the Nord tackled the lizard and followed them, rubbing his hands. His years of war had made him enjoy a good brawl.

*Hey! Stop that man!* Sylvio shouts, while follownig the mysterious man to the alley. When he gets there, the man has disappeared. *Where the hell did he go?* Sylvio says, frustration clearly echoing from his words.

"Problem friend" He asked the Argonian as the man ran off "Steal something of yours perhaps?" He drew his bow and nocked and arrow "Want some help catching the thief?"

The Glass Ninja:

The Nord Pushes the Argonian and a spit of flames came out of his hands the argonian rolled out of the way, drawing a knife, he darts at him. The nord is stood in front of you and the argonian throws his knife towards the nord. The nord moves and now the knife is flying towards you...

What do you do ?

Guys ignore that post ^^^^^^^ look up

*No, he didnt steal anything from me, but he is hiding something. Help would be appreciated.* said Sylvio.

*If you could cripple him, then I can do some "interragation" to him. But with haste, he is getting away.* said Sylvio calmly, pointing at the running man.

Karrim nodded and drew the bow string back. He sighted down the arrow. "I will hit him in the leg, You run him down" He fired, the bow giving out a deep twang. The arrow glinted in the air and slammed into the nord thief's leg, a deluge of blood streaming out around his leg. "After him now!" Karrim shouted, holstering his bow on his back and drawing his sword. He charged the man hoping that the Argonian was still behind him.

Sylvio drew out his blade and started running at the injured man. The nord conjured fire from his hands at Sylvio, but he swiftly blocked it with his shield. The nord drew out an small dagger tryed to stab the argonian. Sylvio repelled the attack with an knock from his shield, and pushed the nord up against an tavern wall, holding his blade at the mans throat.

*Stop moving or I will cut your damn head off.* whispered Sylvio, muffling the mans cries for help with his hand. The elf soon followed behind him, redying his bow incase the man tryes to do something unexpected. *Thanks for the help stranger* Sylvio said to the elf.

*Now, tell me what that diamond you are holding is?* said Sylvio to the nord with an demanding voice.

Dragonheart wrote:Events:



Endras Drizzit.

You are at the mill in riverwood chopping wood for some petty coin... enough to survive. 4 men walk up to you... You recognise their armour as stormcloaks. " Oy you! Ulfric Stormcloak has a 200 gold bounty on your head and we want it... What do you do ?

Endras wiped the sweat from his brow, putting aside his wood cutter's axe.

"Am I only worth 200?" Endras asked. "such a pity."

After having said this, Endras gripped his elven dagger, and jumped forward to catch the first one unaware. The blade ripped through the stormcloak's throat, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The stormcloak tried to hold the wound closed, but it was to no avail. He dropped to the floor, and gagged a couple times before he died. By the time the man died the other three reacted and surged forward, but Endras dodged the first blows and disappeared into the woods, leaving no trail at all.

"least i can do for a man in need, and i hate thief's so that helped persuade me" He turned to the man "I know a little restoration, so if you give the argonian what he wants I'll heal your leg, then I'll give you to the guards" the nord spat in his face "So it was a diamond he stole?" He asked the Argonian "I suppose we may need to beat it out of him, or just search him" He patted at the nords pocket's and found nothing, so he searched his purse and there it was "Well, at least we can give it back to the proprietor of the stall"

The glass ninja and the epic chaos dude:

A guard walks up to you and just looks at the man and you. " Stop !, I am arresting you two on suspicion of assualt." 3 more guards surrounded you ,

What do you do ???

"well my Nordic friend, this man here has stolen something of great value" he watched as the guards expression turned from angry to confused. "My Argonian friend and I where merely attempting to help the Jarl control crime in his city." he smiled and drew an emblem from his coat "I do not think the Aldmeri will be pleased with you messing with one of their soldier either" He watched again as the guards fear showed through "Serving the Dominion gave me a few benefits, including protection from any authority as long as i do not directly assault an official, if you value your life, and that of your comrade's you will take this man into custody while i return the stolen item to it's owner" karrim plucked the diamond from the mans pouch and threw him at the guard. He tucked the amulet back under his breastplate. He kept his sword drawn, just in case one of the guards tried anything. He patted the Argonian on the shoulder "We should return this to it's rightful owner."

Glass Ninja and Epic chaos dude:


You and the Argonian walk away from the guards and into the market. You find the stall with no vendor . You look around when you see a drizzle of blood shimmer in the sunlight. You signal to the argonian and follow it . It leads to a house with the door partly open. You stop at the door and listen to see if your sensitive ears can pick up anything. Faintly, just faintly, you could hear heavy breathing. It could be a trap that the thief's friends had set.

What do you do ??

*What is it now?* asked Sylvio from the elf, as they closed in the mysterious house. The house was old and wheater beaten. As the elf advanced to its door and slightly opened it, a shadow of someone could be seen inside the house. *I've heard about this place. Mostly ghost stories, but I have long suspected this place for criminal activity.* said Sylvio quietly to the elf. *It could be a trap. I suggest that we move from the back side*. said Sylvio to the elf, gesturing towards the back door of the building.

Karrim drew his blade "Honestly, i thought that you would be more surprised about me serving the Aldmeri at one point" he looked around "There is someone here with us and it looks like they have already killed" He looked to the end of the hall, where the blood trail reached it's terminus "it looks like a beast savaged hi-he-lets just go with 'It'" and it most certainly did. The figure at the end of the hall was torn to peices, chunks scattered all over the floor and ceiling attested to the ferocity of the attack. "I say it was either a Khaijiit or something else" he said to the Argonian. Then the woman stepped out. She wore the garb of the companions, her face was a red mess, though the blood was not her own.

OOC do you mean werewolf

*Im rarely suprised from anything elf* said Sylvio before the woman stepped out. She had her eyes fixed on the Argonian, licking her teeth and making inhumane sounds. Then she collapsed to the ground and started writhing. *Step back.* Sylvio said to the elf, redying his blade. The woman looked like she was growing in size, her clothes ripping and black fur appearing beneath it. She grew long fangs and bestial claws. The she stood up, no longer human. Instead she was had turned into an monstrous werewolf, who was still looking at the argonian. It launched an attack at Sylvio, hitting Sylvio with its claw. Sylvio managed to block the attack, and retaliated with a slash from his blade. The blade sinked deep into the flesh, but it only seemed to anger the beast even further. The monster hit with its other claw, hitting Sylvio to the side and sending him rolling to the wall. *F&#%!*cried Sylvio as pain surged through his body. He stood up, still dizzy from the monsters attack. He was horrified to see that the monster was still looking at him, apparently eager to finish the job.

OOC do you want to work together from now on.?

OOC: Yes from me, also i believe ECD is editing his post.

OOC: Made the post a little bit dynamic to kick the story going. Im fine with joining theglassninja

Name: Bjorn Blackheart
Race: Nord
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Faction: Bandit
Class: Barbarian(2 handed Warrior in Light Armour and is good at smithing and enchanting.)
Description: Bjorn grew up in Morthal. When the Stormcloaks invaded he was still a kid. Life was very hard after. He was adopted by a smith where he learn how to fight with 2 handed weapons, sell weapons and Smith weapons. He prefered Light Armour over Heavy however. When the imperials came he fled and lived in a small Settlement which was later to be destroyed by Forsworn where he learnt Enchanting by the Local Witch. He later joined a group of Bandits which he quickly excelled at attacking Imperial Merchant Caravans which he sold to Stormcloaks at highly inflated prices. He quickly became Bandit Chief and many bandits joined his Group of outlaws called the Reavers of the Bloody Claws. He is strong enough to wrestle a Bear and win. The stentch which comes of him is worse than his Strength. He cuts the word Talos into the heads of Thalmar after they been killed by him.
Appearence: Bjorn is a very tall and bulky man even for a Nord, he stands 1 foot taller than the average Nord. He has Long Black hair, a Long Bead which is tied. He has scars near his left eye which goes down his face. His skin is very pale. He has 2 black eyes after the many bar fights he gets himself in. He has deep red eyes. He looks very dirty.
Personality: He has a very gritty personality, he is very rude, he loves to insult people, make very rude jokes and is generally very disrespectful to anyone in the room who isn't part of his Bandit Camps. He is very greedy, always wanting money. He has no respect for women and their privacy. He has no loyalties, he is only loyal to himself and he will never sumbit to an Imperial which who he calls "Elven slaves".
Starting place: Broken Helm Hollow, a place where he does a majority of his raids with a small group of elite Bandits. He leaves the majority of others Bandits in other caves because they aren't skilled enough to keep up with in his opinion.
Weaponry:Studded Armour, War Hammer of Fimbulwinter(Steel Warhammer enchanted with Ice damage), Studded gloves, Studded boots, Amulet of Zenithar, 1 copper ring.

As Kurt rode into Riverwood, the last stop he would make before going towards the fortress, and the place were he would meet the men, he noticed something wrong at the mill. He saw a blooded hand, and as he looked to investigate, he saw a dead stormcloak. None that was supposed to help him taking over the fortress, but it still was a Nord brother. 'Money takien away..' he muttered to himself, 'damn bandits.', and he walked towards the Sleeping Giant inn, meeting the men.

Jenna stood slowly still somewhat bewildered by what had just happened, the man's amulet had intrigued her she decided to follow him, if the amulet proved to be of little worth the man would still make a valuable follower, even as a corpse he would have access to the great power he seemed able to weild, either way she couldnt lose. Jenna opened the door of the tavern and stepped out into the swirling winds that constantly battered the small town of winterhold, she scanned the darkness for some hint of the man finally spotting him walking into an alley, Jenna followed him into the more dilapidated part of the town before losing him in a sudden gust of wind that brought snow flying up around her, she was completely disorriented.

Karrim stared at the beast attacking his new comrade "Well feth me, i go out on a wing to help a guy and i have to fight a FETHING WEREWOLF!" He summoned a bolt of lightning into his hand. "Well, let's see how much you like this bitch!" The bolt slammed into the things chest, throwing it back from the Argonian. "The smell of singed fur and the smoke rising from the monster really helps add to the atmosphere, dont you think?" He asked the Argonian "Very ambient, though it would be better if you got up off your arse" He charged, hollering a warcry. He ducked the first sweep of the beast's claws. He stabbed it in the leg, but that just made it angry. He spun away as it snapped at him. He struck in again, leaving a bleeding scar along the things muzzle. It's rancid breath smelt of meat, bad,rotten meat. The abomination pounced on him, tackling him to the floor. It snapped at his face, his sword arm holding it back by mere inches. His face twisted in anger, then a large blob of saliva splattered on his face. His curses where loud, some might say that even the greybeard's up on high Hrothgar heard him. He punched the wolf in the face, kicked at it . When those methods failed he decided to do something crazy. He recalled his lightning bolt and cast it directly into the things chest. It hit the ceiling hard and landed right back on top of him with a thud. It was knocked out cold, and began to turn back into it's previous form. Soon he had a shivering, indecent Werewolf woman on top of him, in very badly shredded armor. He looked at the Argonian "I'm going to have to be the gentleman, aren't I" The rhetorical question was one he had to ask quite allot now a days "Bloody damsels in bloody distress Bloody trying to kill me" he muttered, picking himself up and covering the woman with his cloak.

Endras observed the three stormcloaks, who were joined by another one. Endras had only looted the body of a few coins and some bread, which made him a bandit. Endras wasn't a bandit, he was an Imperial Auxiliary, mercenaries enlisted to the cause of the Empire. He held his bow at the ready his other hand not too far away from his arrows.

He had a room in the sleeping giant, Endras and the tavern keeper had a long term contract. He hoped the inn keeper wouldn't be bribed into slipping out information, there was still a 200 coin bounty on his head.

He saw one of the stormcloaks making to enter the tavern. He decided to do something bold, and he took out an arrow and aimed at the Nord. The arrow flew away at a high speed, straight through the Nord's neck.

The man dropped to the ground, alerting the other nords. Endras had to relocate, he had to keep the stormcloaks out of the sleeping giant.

Sylvio stood up, shaking his head and walked next to the elf *You handled him pretty well. Should we take him to prison?*. The elf shook his head in reply, saying that they should first interrogate him. *Guess you're right. Oh and where are my manners, I havent even introduced myself. Im Sylvio Tenenbra.* said Sylvio to the elf, raising his hand for a handshake

"it's a woman, are all Argonians this blind?" Karrim thought. He stood "I am Karrim, former warrior of the Iron company of Valenwood, former warrior of the Aldmeri dominion" He looked down at the woman "I don't think we should take her to prison" He again checked the symbol emblazoned on her breastplate, or at least what was left of it. "I think we should take her to the companions"

*Why does he look me like that when I speak? Does he think that every Argonian speaks perfect english?* thought Sylvio. *You mean the house of Jorrvasrk? I wonder how they would handle this, but they are veterans after all.*. The elf nodded in reply. *Then lets get going* said Sylvio, opening the house door and stepping outside.

"Agreed, but one thing you should know about me" karrim sighed "I am being hunted by....well by a very angry Khaijiit i rejected, she wanted to marry me and i wasn't ready to settle" He slung the woman over his shoulders, making sure that the cloak covered all of her....attributes. "The companions guild head quarters is this way" He said, walking down the street.

Hey GM can you set a scenario for me?

Name: Arnian
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 30
Male/Female: Male
Faction: Neither (atm)
Description: Thief/swordsman
Appereance: Thin, wiry, with short white hair. Warpaint around his eyes, same colour as his hair.
Starting place: Riften
Weaponry: Steel dagger, Skyforged-Steel dagger, imperial bow, elven armour.

Events:

JohnnoM:

You are walking down the street towards the blacksmith, when a man with long hair and a beard approaches you, He says " you look like you need money friend, how about you help me and my friends here." He whistles in a high pitch and then 3 more men appear from the shadows . All are wearing the same leather armour and all have glass daggers. The long haired man says" so what do you think now ?

Rockerbikie:

You are having a brawl with a bandit to see if he is good enough to join your team of elite bandits. He swings a punch and you duck under it, grab his arm and flip him over. He somehow lands perfectly on two feet and charges at you again hoping this time you were of guard . You spin around and punch him in the stomach. He lets out a cry of agony and falls to the floor. you go to jump on him when you notice a needle in his hands. You declare the fight over and that he is welcome into your group. What does every bandit do given the opportunity? Cheat.

You go to your room to rest again, the fight you just had was a tough one, when one of your men, calls out " IMPERIALS" Your men grab their weapons and get ready for a fight. You say to the man " How many? " he replies "30!" You were about to have a big fight, in their favor. For there was only 20 of you. You burst open the door and you attack the nearest imperial landing a swift hit to the leg knocking him over...

Glass Ninja and The Epic Chaos :
OOC: Glass Ninja , Your bow?
Leaving the women in the custody of the companions, you two decide to stick together. One day out in the mountains, a dragon appears out of nowhere and it was flying towards you .The nearest village was at least 3 miles away so you wouldn't make it in time. You had one choice, FIGHT!!!

Sylvio draws out his battlegear and looks at Karrim. *You don't happen to know anything about slaying a dragon, do you?* Sylvio asked nervously as the dragon closed in distance.

*Waiting for TheNoobBomb to react / GM setting up a scenario*

"Hmm, what exactly do you need help with?" asked Arnian. He continued, " because you 4 dont seem like the type who need help."

Dragonheart wrote:Events:



Rockerbikie:

You are having a brawl with a bandit to see if he is good enough to join your team of elite bandits. He swings a punch and you duck under it, grab his arm and flip him over. He somehow lands perfectly on two feet and charges at you again hoping this time you were of guard . You spin around and punch him in the stomach. He lets out a cry of agony and falls to the floor. you go to jump on him when you notice a needle in his hands. You declare the fight over and that he is welcome into your group. What does every bandit do given the opportunity? Cheat.

You go to your room to rest again, the fight you just had was a tough one, when one of your men, calls out " IMPERIALS" Your men grab their weapons and get ready for a fight. You say to the man " How many? " he replies "30!" You were about to have a big fight, in their favor. For there was only 20 of you. You burst open the door and you attack the nearest imperial landing a swift hit to the leg knocking him over...

Bjorn smashes the Imperial's head while it is down. He regroups with his bandits forming a circle so they can watch each other backs, he turns to the Archers "Snipe those damn crude ridden fools which lead these sorry groups of milok drinking Elven Slaves". He then yells at the warriors "Get the common Elven Slaves! Let us not let a single of those men live!." He turns to Kruung the Orkish Mage (2nd in charge) and bellows heal me and shock their mages if they have any!" The Warriors charge into a wall of shields, cursing and shouting insults. They tear down the shields, smashing, ripping and destroying heads. The stentch and furiousity of the Bandits assault completely scares the main force of the Imperial making them cower or desert the battle. The Imperial Leader of the assault get sniped in the head and dies instantly. The rest of the Imperials were either fleeing, dead or injured.

Bjorn searches the Leaders for letters and other sources of information. He finds a letter, it is clearly written by the Thalmar, it demands the capture of Bjorn and his men. Bjorn yells, "Wake those Dogs up, after you take their weapons and armour, torture them for information, get it by any means necessary!"

Scrazza wrote:*Waiting for TheNoobBomb to react / GM setting up a scenario*

sorry, was banned for 2 days.

Why that?

My awsome signature
Ill post tomorrow

Ooh, tell us more about that signature ^^

Kkarrim ran. He jumped behind a rock and drew his bow, narrowly dodging a cloud of fire from the dragon. He fired an arrow and must have hit something important, for the dragon fell, and smashed into the ground. It left a great muddy rent in the soil. He put the bow away and started casting lightning bolts at it. One hand and then the other and so on.

OOC

Sorrys about being late, I got oblivion for christmas XD

IC Farenth decided to follow the wounded mage to try and help in whatever way he could. the man ran on gathering more people until there was enough of them to make a difference. When he got there, he saw the head magister using a ward to protect his fellow mages... Alothough wounded , he still had a lot of figh5t in him .

Scrazza wrote:Ooh, tell us more about that signature ^^

It was tf2's soldier sayin 'how about a nice bug of Shut the %*#@ up.'

Now, how are we going to solve the problem we have without killing eachother?

Sylvio jumped back as the dragon chrashed next to him. Kharrim cast bolts at the dragons back, but its though hide resisted most of it. The dragon stood up and loomed at Sylvio. The dragon spoke booming words of power and unleashed an terrifying stream of fire. Sylvio drew out his shield, blocking his face and upper body but the fire burned a sum of his legs. When the fire ended, Sylvio concentrated and the schorched skin almost magically started healing. He started charging at the beast, slashing with his axe at the dragons head. He inflicted a mere scar as the dragon retaliated by trying to eat him. Sylvio dived under the dragons jaw and then jumped to its neck, hacking it with his axe. The dragon screeched as it tryed to fend off the Argonian, but Sylvio was made from sterner stuff. He managed to carve open the dragons armor plates and then he channeled fire from his hands at the unprotected area.

Events:

Scrazza;

The stormcloaks draw there weapons slowly and search around for any clue of were you are . you run quickly but quietly do avoid detection. You circle them so you are know facing them. You notice that there is another stormcloak with a war dog... The dogs ears shoot up, it was staring at you and the dog starts running towards you. The 4 stormcloaks follow the dog and now all of them are moving towards you ... You fire a arrow at the dog , hitting it in the eye. The dog letys out out a cry and drops to the ground in a heap. You now notice that the stormcloak with the dog is also a powerful mage having two fireballs in his hand. They move slowly towards you...


What do you do .

Karrim charged the dragon, he cast a lightning bolt into it's right eye, turning the orifice into a red ruin. The blood on it's golden scales was it's own, as was that that ran into it's mouth. "YOL TOOR SHOOL!" It yelled, and a deluge of fire poured from it's mouth. It's tail whipped around at him. He rolled and stood only to be hit with another voice attack "Fus...RO DAH!" He flew back into the mountainside. "Wuld" The dragon disappeared and was in front of him in seconds. He slashed at it's face, rolling as it bit at him. He slashed across it's snout leaving a mark. He ducked and cast flames all over it's stomach. He rolled back out to see the dragon opening it's jaws. He sheathed his sword and charged, casting flames in both hands. He dived head first into the dragons maw, and began sliding down it's fleshy throat. He cast the flames everywhere. He heard the dragon roar in pain. when he reached the belly of the beast He summoned flame bolt in both hands and focused, combining the two spell's. He cast it up through the dragon, the massively powerful shot draining all of his magicka. He drew his sword as he heard the dragon dying. He slashed and cut himself out.

(The body only dissolves when the dragon born is near)

Sylvio ran at the motionless dragon, afraid about what had happened to his partner. When he got to the corpse, he heard slashing sounds and soon after a hand poked out from the dragons stomach. Karrim climbed out of the dragons belly, covered in mucus, blood and organs. *You son of a , I thought you were dead!* Sylvio shouted at Karrim.

Karrim started to laugh "I just killed a dragon! I'm a fething badass!" he clapped sylvio on the shoulder "WE KICK FETHING ASS!" he laughed. "Lets take some scales and all the gold i saw in it's belly, then we can set ourselves up as dragon hunters!"

Kurt walked around with two fireballs in each of his hands, searching for their attacker. 'Nothing bandit. Damned Imperials.. You there! Get the other dogs! We'll find that scum!'

Sylvio sighed, knowing that Karrim had stolen his moment of glory but still happy that he was alright. *You're one lucky b&#!€%d! Damn we make a good team! Once we get to the city, I'll offer you a well deserved pint of ale!* he said, slamming his hand at Karrims back, making him gasp for air. The duo then started scavenging the dragons body, telling each other about their heroic deeds against the dragon.

Glass Ninja and Epic chaos:

OOC who would like to be dragonborn?

Dragonheart wrote:Glass Ninja and Epic chaos:

OOC who would like to be dragonborn?

I WANT!

Just look at my profile and character. Theres more dragon in me than you can imagine

Besides, I like shouting and dueling with big monsters!

Ok ok lets just wait and see what glass ninja says

Are you sure?

THERE IS A FEW THEY FEAR IN THEIR LANGUAGE THEY ARE DOVAKIIN, DRAGONBORN! Karrim and sylvio are there names!

Both of you? No, 1 of you ,yes. Reason , you would be to over powered.

Dragonheart wrote:Both of you? No, 1 of you ,yes. Reason , you would be to over powered.

Damn. Well i guess we must then choose by an election. I vote for my self

We are both dragonborn boy

The glass ninja : No it would be to overpowered... unless ...

this is a bit weird but who would like to be on the evil side of life.

Dragonheart wrote:The glass ninja : No it would be to overpowered... unless ...

*Gets REALLY ecxited*
Unless what?

Roll dice, get negative i am evil, posotive, he is evil.

i suppose if i gave you a limit to your abilities ,you could both be dragonborn

Dragonheart wrote:i suppose if i gave you a limit to your abilities ,you could both be dragonborn

Coud I still Fus-Ro-Dah stuff?

or you don't have to be at-all

Dragonheart wrote:or you don't have to be at-all

I want. Shouting is fun

Rolled the dice. i am the evil one

Chaos dude: Dragonborn and The glass ninja? Dragonborn

Nono nonono you can both be dragonborn Glass ninja.

Nah, i feel like serving alduin now.

Im fine with this. I'll be the dragon born and Theglassninja will be the traitor, OK?

Ok...

Not traitor, dragon servant of pure evil. Means i alos get to be the mini boss!

The glass ninja wrote:Not traitor, dragon servant of pure evil. Means i alos get to be the mini boss!

*Sharpens blade*
You're on...

Later

The glass ninja:

One night, in your dreams, you have a vision of you talking to a dragon. You are on top of a mountain, snow is falling, all around you and suddenly the dragon shouts and your mind goes blank and you feel at ease. It's only when you wake up to find yourself in front of a dragon do you realise what has happened. You move your head to the side open your eyes slowly and notice you are on top of a mountain. Snow is falling and you think you are still in a dream. The dragon sees you wake up and says in a odd language " ah you are finally awake i see , i am alduin, leader of one of the dragons you killed. I am going to tell you something and i want you to remember it. Paarthorox and his kin must die." You suddenly realise that you are understanding what alduin is saying.

Sylvio laid in the bed, looking at the roof, unable to sleep. When he had discovered that he is the dragonborn, a dovahkiin, the whole world felt like collapsing on him. Its his duty to save the world by killing the dragons. *If one was that hard, then how can I do such a thing?* he thought, remembering what had happened when they had slayed the dragon. Karrim and him were talking to each other, when the beasts body started dissolving and was set on fire. Strange flames had surrounded Sylvio and he could feel a strangely powerful, yet ancient feeling inside him. Karrim had stood there, amazed and telling me that he was dragonborn. A dragonborn... He couldn't believe it. One day he had been just an ordinary soldier of the Imperium and now everybody asks for his help and guidance. Sylvio looked at his new, fine steel armour made in Skyforge, the moonlight reflecting from its fine surface. Sylvio heard Karrim moaning. *Are you awake?* he asked from Karrim, but he was asleep. He was sleep talking. Sylvio tried to listen what he said and he could recognice one word...*Alduin*. Sylvio didn't know what the name meant, but somehow he felt a deep gouge in his heart, as if it was something evil...

As Kurt was searching for the Imperial, a thundercrash sounded. A loud, ancient voice erupted. He could not recognise it, but it sounded like ´Dovahkiin..´. He knew the word, but right now, he had forgotten. Fortunately, one of the men knew. ´The Greybeards.. They must be summoning the Dragonborn!´. The dragonborn, Kurt thought, his mind currently not with chasing the imperial. ´That must mean... Dragons. Are they coming back=´, he said, as he looked to the sky. ´I dont know what bird is so big over there, but its a big one!´

Everyone, this RP is moving to Darks Penthouse.

NO! Not suggested man! Most of the people don't have an account!

Meh, best to keep it here.

oh ok i have posted it on darks if you want to go there.

Glass ninja post so i can do the events.

N-o you haven't posted it over there.

Yes i have it's in the fantasy section.

Go check baesment now.

Basement?

yes

Which is what?

The glass ninja wrote:yes

Im lost now. Are we moving or still continuing here

Karrim knelt before Alduin "My lord" he said slowly and stood again "i serve you as a Dovahkiin" He looked into the giant creatures black eyes "I require training" The dragon nodded. "Come to me Nazaret" It roared. A large blue dragon Flew up the side of the mountain "I am Nazaret, why have you called me lord" It said, speaking to Alduin "I wish for you to teach this one" He gestured to Karrim "Of our language" The smaller dragon shook it's head but consented "yes lord" It said some words and they where standing in a forest glen

Back at the shack he and sylvio where staying in, sylvio had gone back to sleep. The stars glittered in the sky outside, though clouds pregnant with snow where moving in. The moon was full and wolves howled in the forests along with darker things. As he lay in his pallet, Karrim began to slowly dissolve. His essence glowing like a lantern flew like dust out of the window. Back to his soul which trained with Nazaret.

We are arguing i will post events in a bit.

Basement is old name for penthouse. Anyone who wishes is welcome here: http://darkspenthouse.punbb-hosting.com/index.php A forum purely for RP'ing

Ah I didn't know.

I suggest we do them on both
One here, one there.
Now, I deamnd events!

Events?
Events?
Please!

I demand events!

The Epic Chaosdude!!! wrote:I demand events!

Comrade-in-event-demanding!
(oh, I love the word comrade..)

thenoobbomb wrote:

The Epic Chaosdude!!! wrote:I demand events!

Comrade-in-event-demanding!
(oh, I love the word comrade..)

Just doing my job chapter master.

Events:

The Epic Chaos Dude:

You go back to bed thinking nothing of it. You sleep well, for the bed covers are the finest. In the morning, you go have some water, bread and cheese. After eating, you go and have a long, soothing bath, lighting candles to add warmth. You get out and dry yourself, when you suddenly realize that your friend is not awake yet. You are used to him waking up late, but 10 past 1 is quite late. You think that it might be rude to interrupt a friend whilst he is asleep.

You stand before the large, oak door. You notice that it is very slightly open! Your friend defiantly shut it last night. You slowly open the door, it creaking as you do so. You see the bed covers are over your friend. You throw them of him but when a pillow is the only thing thats under the covers, you have one thing on your mind.

A Dummy!

Rockerbikie:

You look around, the imperials did a dent to your forces. You have lost 4 men. One of them being your friend. You signal the rest of your men to bury them and you notice that the new recruit has survived. He had grabbed his sword, charged first out onto the field, and killed 6 of the imperials. You now know, that he will be a fine addition to the team.

Sylvio felt his heart sink. He immedialety checkes the whole house, shouting where Karrim is, with no results. He runs to his armoury, dresses up and runs outside. *Karrim!' he shouts. He looks at a passing person and puts hand on his shoulder *Hey. Have you seen my friend?*