[Minako]

That would be very interesting. I'm looking forward to the part around the WGC.

Also new post, opinions?

[Gwen]

It was kind of hard to follow what was happening, but perhaps that's just me.

Also whenever any of you say, "(Character) about to enter tent." I keep thinking you're going to walk in on Jasava

Scarred me part way through your post, thought bunch of Orcs were going to find my little fur ball on their stuff.

[sam westover]

i could understand why you had trouble reading through. Sometimes my writing does get a little confusing. Especially if I rush , which I kinda did at the end. But that would of been funny if they did fought and ended crashing through Jasava's tent

[Vivien]

Well it isn't his, he just... went in.

I wasn't sure how to handle getting assigned a tent so Jasava solved that for me by just... going in.

[Lory Da Costa]

IIRC, I believe that's how we are supposed to get tents. Just walk in one

[suniti]

Me and lebiro are doing a collaborated post together hopefully it'll be up tomorrow. Tuesday at the latest.

[Jaylene Brower]

You wanna be tent-mates, Jasava?

It seems like all the rpers should have tent buddies. The Legion isn't exactly in the business of giving out personal tents to recruits. Maybe we should all pair up - it'll give more reason that our characters will end up in the same division and increase interaction. How many characters per tent? Two? Four?

[BethanyRhain]

That's a good idea, Fiore. Or Fiore1300, if you want to keep things more formal.

Alessia may keep moving out of tents until there are no completely empty ones left, unless she can find people that will shut up and let her read (or donate some supplementary eyebrow hair and some kind of adhesive).

[xxLindsAffec]

Um, sure? I don't know, I'm not one to script RP. If anyone wants to walk in on him feel free.

[Curveballs On Phoenix]

Hey, would it be too late to throw in a CS? I realise you've already started but this looks like a great premise!

[Samantha Mitchell]

Put something together and we shall see.

Post coming through today.

[Mike Plumley]

Cheers, here's my CS, please let me know!

Character Summary:

Einar Calder (Nord, 17) is a local fisherman’s boy from the city of Windhelm. His family are traditional Nords who worship Talos daily with his mother coming from a line of known and famous warriors, while his father is a well-known fisherman. Einar is an ambitious young man with dreams of glory and bravery swelling in his heart.

Appearance:

Short for his age and a Nord he stands at 5’8, the regular height of an imperial man. His mother claims that all the men in her family grew into tall large warriors in their early twenties and he is yet to hit his peak.

Apart from that Einar has light brown hair of which he shaves the side of his head while growing his hair on top into a short pony tail. The young man has little to know facial hair and an average build with a wiry strength in his forearms from days spent hauling fish with his father.

Weapons, Attire, Misc:

Einar has a small pack with him which contains a small statue of Talos, of whom he prays to, some letters from his mother and brother, small meals and some coins. Before receiving his legionnaire gear he only had rough tunics and his pack.

Skills:

Due to his father being a skilled fisherman, Einar has quite some skill in catching, gutting and cooking fish, apart from that he only has his personality.

Personality:

Einar possesses the bravery of Talos and believes in fighting for the noble cause of the Empire against the evil Elves, or at least that is his simplistic view of the world. He means well and his filled with dreams of glory, making his family and province proud. With a heart of gold Einar does all he can to help those around him but as majority of all Nords are, he is suspicious of any elves.

History:

It was the wedding that shocked Windhelm, Asta Asger, the famous woman Nord warrior, was to marry the average fisherman Halvor Calder. She was to give up everything, inclusive of her surname, to have a regular life in Windhelm. At the time the couple were the talk of the town and even as war loomed, Asta fought the judgemental eyes of those around her to be with the man she loved. Some admired while others abandoned, either way she gave birth to two beautiful children, both boys with the eldest being Einar.

As the eldest the responsibility of taking on the family trade fell upon Einar; his father sought to teach him his families trade and did all he could to steer Einar away from his mother’s past. Halvor did not agree with violence and believed that war only destroyed the world they lived in, angering the Gods. This, however, did nothing to affect the families’ devotion to Talos.

Just as the Empire fell on hard times the family did too, Halvor was badly injured in a storm and although Einar was a skilled fisherman, he was just too young to bring in the haul his father could. Asta was forced to sell family heirlooms, including her famous long sword to make ends meet. The money only lasted so long and just as Einar turned 17, his family once again was not able to feed themselves.

Failing to fill his father’s shoes and filled with heroics from his mother’s past, Einar set out to join the Legion. His family would receive enough coin to get by and he may be able to restore his families’ once revered name. Upon finding out, Halvor flew into a rage and told Einar that he would no longer be welcome back to the family house in Windhelm if he was to join the legion. He didn’t want any son of his to become a blood lusting warmonger.

Einar believed in the bigger picture and one way or another he would provide for his family, whether they loved him or not he set off to Whiterun to join the Legion.

[Lily Something]

Sounds like Einar and Torbar might know each other.

[Wanda Maximoff]

Accepted and approved. Welcome to the First Auxiliary.

[Claudz]

I apologize for the wait for the collaborated post with me and lebiro everybody. He seems to be busy.

[Angela Woods]

ALSO! On the matter of tents.

I have a little plot point planned for the not too distant future regarding who shares with who and where in the camp they are, but for the moment just park your characters wherever you see fit.

[Sharra Llenos]

Don't tell me, you're going to group characters together who don't exactly see eye to eye?

[matt white]

Dum ain't sharin' no bed with a tell-more

[Jade Payton]

I think I have an Idea on where you're going Tom but I'll wait like Noble.

Speaking of tents, malzletops, would you be okay to have your character accidentally going into Gulag's tent. (Where the furry is smoking crack I mean eating sugar) I think it'll lead to a very humorous situation.

[BethanyRhain]

Do you mean change my post to Jasava going into your tent or you going into "his".

[Sebrina Johnstone]

you don't necessarily have to change your post. I can make a new one myself. But I would say my guy found that tent before yours did. That is if you want to do that. I'm fine either way

[Juliet]

May have to re-read them... Jasava just walked into what appeared to be an empty tent. Go with what you will. (Don't hurt my fur ball, please! )

[Nice one]

oh I see my mistake. I guess we would have to chalk it up that Gulag only has a bedroll with very basic equipment and that Jasava failed to notice that for some reason. (Which is possible IMO, given that he's essentially a Khajiit junkie.) but if/when I do this, (not tonight though) I'll make sure not to harm Jasava. Like what I did to Akamon

[Invasion's]

... ... ... k

Hehe, but okay. And yeah, Jasava didn't pay to much attention...

Can't wait till we get assigned bunk buddies, even if they are Tell-More.

[Andrew]

*locks everyone in the same tent like a divorcing couple in a sitcom*

"And you're not coming out until you've settled your differences."

It's more Targon has to assemble a bodyguard unit to fight at his side on the battlefield. He draws some of the names at random (though of course, they'll end up being everyone's characters), although a few he deliberately chooses so that he can keep a close eye on them (Akamon, Gulag, Torbar, looking at you).