CC storage area for characters participating in the Risen.
Basic template for you guys to follow
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The pair of altmer examined the clearing, hands on the hilts of their weapons. "Can you feel that?" Arunae asked, her voice rising slightly. Not in fear, but excitement. She could feel a gentle thrumming in her chest, a promise that something was indeed in the ruins of the nordic city. A promise of purpose, though what that purpose was, she could not discern.
Imrior felt no such sensation and if anything was alarmed by her question. The blademaster had not survived so long by being a trusting sort. He followed Arunae, but that did not mean he would charge into danger like some mindless fool. Behind his mask, he smirked, remembering he'd done just that at the gladiator arenas in Morrowind.
He was about to question her about whatever it was she 'felt' when a voice called out to them, clearly audible over the wind. Imrior spun back the way they'd come, sword clearing its' sheathe with a rasp of steel on leather. A man stood where they had been not long ago, in archaic breton platemail, hand on the hilt of a sword. He was shouting how he wasn't to be summoned like a servant. The elven blademasters' derisive sneer was hidden beneath his helm. "Yet, here you are."
The wind howled mournfully, sending clouds of snow and ice drifting through the air. Above, dark clouds threatened more snow, as they made their slow progress across the sky. Though it was still early afternoon, the lack of sunlight made it seem closer to dusk. Windhelm, it was said, had once been called the city of kings, and the pride of the nord people.
Now, it was little more than a ruin, heaps of stone and timber, covered in snow and ice. The bridge that lead across a river of frigid water was in poor repair, the right half of it having crumbled away into the water below. Where once there had been gates at the far end, only twisted iron and splintered wood remained. The gatehouse had crumbled in on itself, leaving only a couple of metres for entrance.
To the pair gingerly making their way across the bridge, it was not a welcoming sight. One of the two was tall and willowy, seeming like they would be thrown from the bridge with the next gust of wind. The other was bulkier, broader in shoulder, and obviously armoured. Their hand lingered near the hilt of sheathed longsword, masked face turning to take in as much of the ruined city as possible.
"They say a great battle was fought here." The lead figure said, voice unmistakably feminine. "Between the emperors' legions and the High Kings' army."
"I suppose it would be a stretch of the imagination to say the nords' won." The second figure responded, voice deeper, decidedly masculine.
"The stories say only a handful escaped. Those that didn't...well, we may find more than just ruined buildings within." Arunae Shadowbrow said, her voice barely carrying over the mourning howl of the wind.
"We may find worse than mere corpses" growled Imrior Kefaer, her longtime mentor, friend, and guardian. He drew his longsword as the pair passed through the gates. "We don't know what it was that summoned you here." He reminded her, "a place like this might be infested with all manner of foulness."
"Perhaps" Arunae allowed, "but I do not think whatever it was is dangerous. Not to us, at least."
At her side, Imrior made a doubtful noise, but didn't argue further. The pair of altmer reached a clearing, shortly before a some stairs, that lead up to another, smaller place that had been cleared of rubble. Despite her words, Arunae eyed the clearing, comparing it to the ruination around them.
"Now what?" Imrior growled, clearly ill at ease.
"We wait. The whisper said more would come." His companion said.
Alright! Everybody is accepted, and I'll have the intro posted as soon as I can.
Name: Imrior Kefaer
Age: About two centuries, though his features are so often obscured by his helm, one can only really guess at his age.
Gender:Male
Appearance:A tall, well built aldmeri male, with black hair, often tied back in a shoulder length tail. His form is well scarred, battle wounds gained from over a century of service. He has pale gold eyes, and a high cheekboned face, noble, almost.
Class: Blademaster
Weapons: A longsword forged from malachite, giving the blade an icy blue colour. Imrior wields the blade with a frightening level of skill, as one who has given their life to mastering a blade does.
Armour: Dark grey armour, consisting of a breastplate, shoulder and bicep armour, gauntlets, and greaves. He wears a short robe over this, to help with anonimity. He wears a similarly dark steel faceplate, with slits for air and holes for the eyes, obviously. This lends him a rather intimidating appearance, often making combat unneccesary.
Spells:None
Misc.gear:A hooded traveling cloak, rations, water.
Background: Not much is known of Imriors' past. He joined the dominion military at a young age, and quickly ascended to the rank of captain, and was stationed at a town near the coast of the isles. It was there that he met Arunae, and became her mentor in the blade. The two became close, though nothing ever came of their relationship.
Imrior's force was stationed at the town where the daedric-infused legions first made landfall on aldmeri soil. Imrior fought valiantly, but his force was all but wiped out. He was badly wounded, and spent several months recovering. When he was finally fit to travel, let alone fight, he resigned his post in shame.
When he learned that the woman he had such strong feelings for had been taken into slavery, Imrior left the isles behind to find her. For many years he searched, eventually coming across her as she fought for the amusement of the crowds in Morrowind. He leapt to her defence, cutting down her opponents, the guards, and any who attempted to get between them and freedom. He has followed in her wake as a loyal and fierce bodyguard ever since.
Name: Arunae Shadowbrow
Age:Just under two centuries, but appears to be in her late twenties to early thirties, due to aldmeri aging.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Arunae is tall, like most of her kin, a lithe, some might say willowy specimen, looking like a stiff breeze might blow her away. Her skin is pale, compared to most altmer, barely registering as gold. Some have said she bears a closer appearance to the snow elves of ancient times, rather than those that dwell on the isles. Her eyes too,are a curiously cold silver in appearance, capable of delivering a piercing gaze to friend and foe alike. Her hair is platinum blonde and braided, falling to just past her shoulders.
However, appearances can be decieving, and such is the case with Arunae. Her thin physique and unique beauty hide iron hard muscles, honed by years of hardship and battle. Scars mark her back and limbs, though they originate from two very different sources. She has no tattoos, piercings, or other markings on her body.
Class: Spellsword
Weapons: A slender aldmeri scimitar, clearly masterfully forged. She has an identical dagger, forged in the same manner.
Armour: A thin mesh of diamond shaped scale armour. She hides this armour under long, dark robes.
Spells: Mostly apprentice and adept level spells, but she does know some minor restoration spells as well.
Misc.gear: Some rations, water, several dozen coins.
Background: Born in the somerset isles during the war with the resurgent empire. The war reached her home when she was just passing her first century of life. The daedric reinforced legions of emperor Pericus overwhelmed the soldiers at her home, and fell among the populace, slaughtering men, women and children.
Arunae was perhaps the least fortunate of her people. Instead of a quick, or even a slow death, she and a handful of others were taken as slaves. They were sailed to the coast of Morrowind, and given over to the slavers of Morrowind. She suffered along other slaves, tasting the lash alongside the other unfortunates.
At some point, she was thrown into the gladiator pits near the borders of Skyrim, where it was quickly discovered that she was more than an adeqauate combatant. For over six years, she fought all manner of foes, and gained quite a reputation as a bladeswoman.
She was in the midst of one such combat when an armoured mer in a masked helm intervened on her behalf, cutting through her foes in a blur of steel. Her rescuer, revealed as her old friend Imrior, helped her escape Morrowind, and the two wandered aimlessly for decades, until a strange whisper drew the pair to Skyrim, the ruins of Windhelm.
Accepted!
Accepted. Probably get a card up for Amurenae and Imrior in a few hours.
CC storage area for characters participating in the Risen.
Basic template for you guys to follow
Name:
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Background:
It is the second century of the fifth era, and all is not well in Tamriel. Though the continent is no stranger to strife throughout the millenia, the current situation in hellishly unique.Tamriel is under the ironfisted control of one Pericus the Mad. Though none with any sense of self preservation call him that. Though Pericus' rise to power is shrouded in mystery, thanks in lar The empire has expanded to take the entirety of the continent, and the somerset isles to the south.
However, the means with which they did so makes one recoil with horror at the telling. When Pericus first arrived in the Imperial City, rumour has it that he was a bit of a nobody. A nobody who happened to be a powerful summoner, and who'd made pacts with dangerous powers. best not trifled with. In a singular night of terror and bloodshed, Pericus and his followers tore open a massive daedric portal directly beneath the city.
The emperor, his family and the entire inner circle was wiped out, effectively decapitating the leadership of the empire. The purge spread throughout Cyrodiil, the daedra and forces that had been 'persuaded' to join Pericus arresting or murdering those loyal to the old ways.
With those capable of rivaling his claim dead or wishing they were, Pericus was crowned emperor. His first act was to outlaw worship of the divines, replacing it with daedric worship, primarily Molag Bal, Boethiah, Mehrunes Dagon, and, strangely enough, Peryite.
Of course, there was resistance. At first. A vicious civil war that put the skyrim conflict centuries before look like a minor skirmish broke out. Several cities in Skyrim, High Rock, and Cyrodiil itself were nearly destroyed, their populace decimated. Though the 'loyalists' fought fiercely, Pericus' forces, backed by hordes of Daedra, quickly overwhelmed them.
With the empire secured, Pericus quickly turned his attention to the rest of Tamriel, bringing war to the Aldmeri Dominion. While the dominion were not surprised by the empires' advance, they too were overwhelmed. The new empire ruled over the entirety of the continent, with their mad, triumphant emperor standing over it all.
Over a century has passed, and Pericus still rules. Daedra still walk the land, supported by raving cults. But the oppressed are beginning to rise, in small conclaves throughout Tamriel. There are whispers of a way to unseat the mad emperor, and restore the land to some form of peace. In the frozen ruin of Windhelm, a group of adventurers and would be heroes join to see this goal accomplished, summoned by an arcane whisper in the back of their minds.
I don't really have a lot of rules to be followed, but the ones that should be are listed below.
1: No godmodding. An example of this would be having a character with weapons that can cut through anything or armour that can't be breached by anything. Powers that allow the character to wipe the floor with anything they come across also count as this.
2:Don't control other players' characters unless they've given you the go-ahead first.
3: You can't play characters from Skyrim or other previous ES titles. That means no dragonborn.
4:Tying in with rule 3. No shouts, since the Greybeards are long dead, and the emperor would have had anyone trained in the Voice killed off a long time ago.
That's all the rules I can think of for the moment. Let me know if there's anything I should include.