The Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Roleplay

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The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim Roleplay

Backstory:

Alduin has returned to Skyrim and has begun to revive dragons. With no Dovahkiin, there is no one single person to stop the menacing threat. Luckily, Dragons arent too hard to kill, but, in numbers, they can be quite deadly. Along with the dragon threat, a civil war is being fought between the Empire and Stormcloaks. Though, most cities are under control of either the Empire or the Stormcloaks, except Whiterun. Whiterun is neutral.

Rules:

- You MUST have knowledge of the Elder Scrolls (Duh)
- You MUST have played Skyrim (Again, DUHHHH)
- No killing people unless the circumstances allow it
  - No assassinating people without giving them a chance
- No giving yourself crazy items
- You're allowed to use items from mods if you link them
- You can join any faction
- You can have jobs
- Followers are allowed


Things you need to know:

- This RP is during the events of Skyrim.
- The Dovahkiin doesnt exist, and wont.
- The Legion and the Stormcloaks are at war.
- The Dark Brotherhood has reclaimed power and are in the Dawnstar Sanctuary
- The Thieves Guild is weak, and central to Riften.
- The College of Winterhold openly allows students
- The Companions also openly accept members.
- Daedric artifacts can exist.
- Daedric shrines exist.

Guilds:

- The Companions
- The Dark Brotherhood
- The Thieves Guild
- The College of Winterhold
- The Blades
There are other Guilds/Groups in the game, and you are free to use those aswell.

Factions

- The Stormcloaks
- The Empire
- Neutral

Character Sheets:
Things with a * before them are not required.

Name:
Age:
Race:
Class(Combinations are allowed):
Faction/Guild:
*Job:
Gear(Equipped/Wearing):
Inventory:
Location:

Need help finding a location? There is a very, very detailed map online which will allow you to see anything Here

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Name: Slythe Seran
Age: 23
Race: Dunmer
Class: Rogue/Archer
Faction/Guild: -
Job: Bartender - The Drunken Huntsman
Gear: Fine Clothes, Bottle of Mead
Inventory: 50 Septims, Storage Key, Cabinet Key,
Location: Whiterun - The Drunken Huntsman

Name: Autumn Lucretia
Age: 20
Race: Breton
Class: Mage/Daedra Summoner
Faction/Guild: -
Gear(Equipped/Wearing): Mage Robes
Inventory: 150 Septims, a couple of books, 2 Steel Daggers
Location: Shrine of Namira

Name: Sareel
Age: 26
Race: Argonian
Class(Combinations are allowed): Swordsman/Craftsman
Faction/Guild: None
*Job: Smith
Gear(Equipped/Wearing): Blacksmith's apron/shoes, Ancient Nordic Sword
Inventory: 273 septims, hammer, 3 iron ingots, 5 leather
Location: Rorikstead

[Mikoyan]

Name: Autumn Lucretia
Age: 20
Race: Breton
Class: Mage/Daedra Summoner
Faction/Guild: -

Gear(Equipped/Wearing): Mage Robes
Inventory: 150 Septims, a couple of books, 2 Steel Daggers
Location: Shrine of Namira

[Cybertails1998]

now watch as someone joins and forgets up the entire thing right off the bat
seeing the forums' immaturity, this adventure won't go without much richardery

no I'm not flaming/hating on the RP, i'm just pointing out it might be too strict and/or serious
though I only RPed in one thread iirc, so it might be just my opinion

also, did the forums just die for a minute

[Mikoyan]

also, did the forums just die for a minute

Yes.

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Im drunk off my ass when Elrindir comes down to relieve me. "Alright, mate. You look pretty bad. Why dont you just head upstairs and try to get some sleep" He says.
"Huh? Wha? Oh.. Uh.. okay!" I slur. I put down my bottle of mead and head upstairs. A few hours later I fall asleep.

[Mikoyan]

"Namira, whose sphere is the ancient darkness; Spirit Daedra, ruler of sundry dark and shadowy spirits... You requested my presence." I say putting my hands on her shrine, "Autumn, You will go to ----" The conversation goes on, but none of the other mages hear. "As you wish..." I take my hands off of the shrine and my eyes turn blood red.

[Irishbandit]

Name: Sareel
Age: 26
Race: Argonian
Class(Combinations are allowed): Swordsman/Craftsman
Faction/Guild: None
*Job: Smith
Gear(Equipped/Wearing): Blacksmith's apron/shoes, Ancient Nordic Sword
Inventory: 273 septims, hammer, 3 iron ingots, 5 leather
Location: Rorikstead

[Irishbandit]

Aah, I have finally reached Rorikstead. Hopefully I can get out of this rain at the inn.
Frostfruit inn is rather empty, with only the bartender and one patron inside. I rent a room for the night and open my map.
I take note of the long road ahead. Rorikstead is the last town until Whiterun.
Hmm... I could cut across the wilderness instead of taking the road, I do have a sword...

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Im in a relaxed state, dreaming pleasant dreams. The sun is about to raise when my window shatters. I bolt out of bed, "What the forget was that?" I scream as a guard breaks down my door.
"Stop right there, Criminal Scum! You've violated the law!"
"What are you talking about!?"
"We are putting you under arrest for the murder of three civilians last night. Come with ease and it wont be difficult!"
"I didnt kill anybody!" I scream and make a run for it, but im not fast enough. The guard grabs me and hits the back side of my head and I pass out.

[Devo]

I'm the only one to vote #2? :O

[Mikoyan]

I try to get near Whiterun, but the guards begin to shout at us, "Don't come near us, you demented witches!"

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I wake up in a dark cell. There is barely any light coming through from anywhere. It strikes me as odd that I have no idea where I am. I've been to the Whiterun jail several times before, but this cell looks like nothing I've ever seen. I see chains, knives, hammers, and a bible out infront of the cell door. "What did I do to deserve this!" I shudder. I shudder even more when I hear a large amount of guards walking twards my cell.
"Well, well. The mad man is finally awake!" a large guard says.
"Wha-what did I do, s-s-sir?"
"You know damned well what you did. Three dead, six petrified. We were actually hoping you would tell us what you did..."
"I did nothing! I swear to the nine!"
"Dont you dare say that!" the guard yells, and swings open the cell door with a knife in his hand, "Now, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" he screams and cuts me with the knife.
The interrogation goes on for several minutes and using several different devices to get answers out of me. Finally, he goes to leave me, but before he does, he slashes my face with the knife. Time slows down, I grab the knife and thrust it through his chest. I make a run for it and manage to find my way out of the crypt they were holding me in. I then jump over whiteruns walls and run for it.

[Mikoyan]

As we're walking, I see a an running for his life and jog over to him, "Come with us, Dunmer. You'll be safer." I say grabbing his arm and running to the woods, my fellow mages keeping the look out.

[Irishbandit]

I wake up in a dark cell. There is barely any light coming through from anywhere. It strikes me as odd that I have no idea where I am. I've been to the Whiterun jail several times before, but this cell looks like nothing I've ever seen. I see chains, knives, hammers, and a bible out infront of the cell door. "What did I do to deserve this!" I shudder. I shudder even more when I hear a large amount of guards walking twards my cell.
"Well, well. The mad man is finally awake!" a large guard says.
"Wha-what did I do, s-s-sir?"
"You know damned well what you did. Three dead, six petrified. We were actually hoping you would tell us what you did..."
"I did nothing! I swear to the nine!"
"Dont you dare say that!" the guard yells, and swings open the cell door with a knife in his hand, "Now, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" he screams and cuts me with the knife.
The interrogation goes on for several minutes and using several different devices to get answers out of me. Finally, he goes to leave me, but before he does, he slashes my face with the knife. Time slows down, I grab the knife and thrust it through his chest. I make a run for it and manage to find my way out of the crypt they were holding me in. I then jump over whiteruns walls and run for it.

What?