OOC: Definitely. In fact, if you'd all like to have your own characters in the world, do it - the only difference is none of them can be the Hero of Kvatch. We'll be meeting her soon. She's based on my best friend's character.

Eve
Aryton was arguing with Craig. Not wanting to get in the middle of it, I walked over and sifted through the clothes Alex had produced. "Anything for a female?" I said to myself, wishing the clothes would transform like they did in the game. I didn't find anything and decided I'd check around the bins later. Then someone mentioned something about saving just the amulet. I whipped around, my hair whacking my in the face. "That's brilliant! If we can save the amulet, then the bulk of the Main Quest will never happen! There could be an emperor...maybe Martin won't even die!" I suddenly smiled to myself - I'd spent years as a Martin and Lucien Lachance fangirl...and now they were real. Oh my gosh.

OOC: I got the okay from the OP. I sent in my character sheet which should be on the first post shortly.

IC:

Martin

It was playing Oblivion on my laptop for a few hours today. I was having the time of my life when I decided to go and get a bottle of water from the fridge. I went to the kitchen, grabbed my beverage and then proceeded to walk back to my laptop. I was about to resume the game when I noticed a strange button on my laptop. My natural curiosity invoked me to press the button, which resulted in a very blight light.

I shielded my eyes from the light, and when I uncovered them several second later, I found myself sitting on a cobblestone street. I stood up, brushed the dirt from my shorts and looked around. I was very confused, for I was no longer in my bedroom but instead I was standing in what appeared to be a very large city. I walked around the street slowly, it all looked so familiar. Then I got to a giant wooden gate, this gate had on it a symbol of an oak tree. Chorrol. No, I must be dreaming. I thought to myself. I felt the door. It felt of wood, then I noticed that I could feel the breeze, and my clothes, and, well...Everything. I realized then that everything was too vivid to be a dream. In all of my dreams my vision is somewhat hazed, and nothing is consistent. This was all too real.

I hadn't the slightest clue on what to do. I had mixed emotions. I was extremely happy that I got to experience a Tamriel that wasn't limited by engine capabilities and a company's budget, but I saddened by the idea of never being able to return home. I was still walking around the streets when I noticed I was receiving a lot of odd looks. Of course, I'm still in my Earth clothes. I must stick out like a sore thumb.

I was still in awe, though. This was Chorrol, alright, but everything was bigger. The city looked to be several square miles instead of several square feet. I looked at all of the people - many more of them. After looking around for a while I saw some Khajiit and Argonians. They didn't look quite like Oblivion's version nor Morrowind's version. They were a mix. The stood more upright like in Oblivion, but their legs were still slightly bent, like in Morrowind.

I decided to not talk to anyone until I could find some Tamrielic clothes. I spotted the chapel, and I remembered how the chapels in Oblivion often had barrels full of stuff, some of which could be clothes. I opened the chapel doors and heard a group of people arguing over Kvatch and Weynon priory. They were in clothes similar to my own.

"Excuse me," I said. "Would you happen to be from a place called Earth?"

Scott

I chuckled as another person showed up. It was a bit reminiscent of that part from Clerks where people kept showing up asking if the store was open. "Yeah, this is where we congregate" I replied, "Have a seat, you can help us work this craziness out."

The clothing Alex had brought us didn't really look my size. "Those don't really look my size," I said. At the same time, though, I didn't really want to just put on some monk guy's clothing. Not because it was wrong to steal from monks or anything, but because it didn't seem hygienic.

Oh crap, hygiene would be a problem.

"We're going to need a lot of restoration magic either way." I pointed out, "Healing and cure disease, primarily, because medieval medicine is notoriously bad, and when you're up against people that can legit throw fire at you....yeah. That's really all we need to do, too. We don't even really need to fight anyone, just run like hell and try not to get hit long enough to yank out the Sigil Stone. Then the town guard thinks we're awesome, clears the path to the Kvatch chapel, we grab Martin, high-tail it to the Temple of the One, give him the Amulet and perform the coronation ceremony. Then Martin doesn't even need to sacrifice himself, and the Blades just have to worry about keeping his line alive, which should be easy since they'll know about the Mythic Dawn then."

Martin

I listened as the man who I later learned was Scott gave his plan on what to do. It was very clever, but I couldn't help but have a few questions.

"Are we even able to learn magic? I mean, everyone else here can, but they're from Nirn...We're not...And on top of that, why do we need to interfere at all? Couldn't we just let the Champion of Cyrodiil help Martin save the day like in the game?"

Scott

I nodded, "Before you got here, I actually turned invisible by accident. Used up my daily Moonshadow thing. If I can do that, chances are we can learn other spells. The problem with letting the story take its course is that we don't know if the Champion even exists, this dimension has a few differences to the game."

Martin

"But if he does exist we could drastically be changing history, for better or worse. If we follow through with your plan, Vvardenfell might not be destroyed, the empire could stay in tact, and The Infernal City might never happen. I know that sounds like a good thing, but what if the un-altered timeline leads to something better, something that we could ruin if we interfere. I'm not saying we shouldn't do this, I just think we should take all possibilities into account first."

Ayrton

I automatically reached for my doweling once Craig threw me off, There's no time or reason to fight him here. I just barely noticed the newcomer. "...what if the un-altered timeline leads to something better, something that we could ruin if we interfere. I'm not saying we shouldn't do this, I just think we should take all possibilities into account first." I flipped my head towards this new person. "I think that we are going to be good friends" I say to him. "My name's Ayrton, we'll have to argue about time displacement and possibility some time." I turn towards Eve, "The only problem is that if we want to save the amulet and Martin, we would have to do it at the EXACT same time, no room for error at all, weynon Priory gets attacked for the Amulet by REAL Dremora instead of the creatures, it would be ten times as dangerous as fighting a fear-clan thingy." I turn back to the New man, "Yah, we can learn magic, but we all have different opinions of what we should do for now. I personally want to learn magic. I mean, restoration and stuff would be helpful in the case of say... getting slashed by a sword." I smile.

Martin

I nodded to Ayrton. "I'd like to discuss it sometime. I'm Martin, by the way." I turned to the others. "He's got a point, the enemies in this aren't leveled. For all we know it could clanfears invading or Daedroths. Considering the situation I am leaning more towards the type of enemies in the latter situation." I noticed the pile of clothes. "How many are there?" I said, pointing towards the clothes.

OOC: I probably won't be on this much today, it's 2:44 AM and I will be going to bed soon waking up in a few hours and will be having a busy day.

Flo

Suddenly another boy about my age who would later introduce himself as Martin walked in.
“But if he does exist we could drastically be changing history, for better or worse. If we follow through with your plan, Vvardenfell might not be destroyed, the empire could stay in tact, and The Infernal City might never happen. I know that sounds like a good thing, but what if the un-altered timeline leads to something better, something that we could ruin if we interfere. I'm not saying we shouldn't do this, I just think we should take all possibilities into account first.” Ayrton again said he didn’t want to try and save anything, but rather learn magic. I turned to Ayrton to start that time displacement discussion he had been talking about. My words were actually addressed to Martin, but I felt uncomfortable talking to him, since I had just met him one minute ago. “I think we should interfere in the Main Quest. Sure we’ll be changing everything, but helping to stop an invasion isn’t going to lead to anything bad—at least not as bad as the stuff that happens in the unaltered timeline.
And for Martin—the Emperor, not that one,” I pointed to the new boy. “We could just go to the Priory, tell Jauffre everything we know and just hope the Champion of Cyrodiil is going to handle everything else. We can still learn magic after we’ve visited the Priory; if we learn fast enough, we can still help with the last battle—if there will be one.”

It seemed the young boy moved away, talking to the newcomer and introducing himself, Craig nodded in appreciation and followed the guard, he looked to the castle and for the first time since arriving, noticed it's grandeur, the high brick walls with the massive tapestries was a sight to behold and Craig felt as though it was impenitrable. His pulse began to increase as he thought about the questioning he would recieve and he began to conceive a lie which would get him out of this situation.

First off, he knew he had to be an Aedra follower, tell the Captain that the great god Akatosh had spoken to him while.. While I had been praying in the woods. he decided, And that I was a farmer from the Imperial City which is why I am a stranger here. added Craig, taking a glimpse at the chapel, Akatosh had told me that.. That the Emperor was to die today, and Kvatch would be attacked that very night by the Mythic Dawn.[i] He debated whether or not to tell them it was the Mythic Dawn, he had to sound like he knew very little otherwise they'd never let him go and the story would seem less believable. [i]A small lie is greater than a large lie. he added, remembering the words he had read in one of his favourite books.

Craig hadn't been watching where he was walking while he tried to create the lie and he now found himself upon a door to the castle, the guard took out a long key and unlocked it, stepping through and leaving it open for Craig. As Craig stepped through, his feet touched a soft blue rug, it felt esquisite and in great quality considering, "This door is used less often than most - Usually for servants and so forth but it's the closest entrance to the Captains Office." confirmed the guard, obviously aware at Craigs surprise. As they walked further, Craig noticed the rugs continued and the way was lit by small, delicate candle lamps which generated a nausiating heat. He felt sorry for the guard who was still in full uniform.

Ayrton

"Okay. We will interfere and try to help the... Prisoner, if their still alive, to bring Cyrodill to peace. But first I would like to say that the main quest, which took five to ten hours for me to beat, will more than likely stretch out for a year or two. Therefore, we should prepare for a day or two. You guys found some clothes right? Great. Now lets run. We should get too an inn to stratagize and get some new clothes. We'll get some money via pickpocketing or something on some Drunks. But we should move before the owner of those clothes comes." I looked around. The guard and Crag were gone. "S***! That IDIOT!" I think, Damn!, of all the times he could choose to run off... "Craig has run off. Probably to the Castle with that guard. So what are we going to do? Go get our comrade or go to the inn to begin preparing for the battles ahead?" I'm hoping that it's an unanimous answer. I don't like leaving people behind, no matter who they are.

Flo

“Craig has run off. Probably to the Castle with that guard. So what are we going to do?” What? I looked around. He’s really run off. He could at least have said something.
“Yeah, you’re right. We should first prepare for a few days. Jauffre isn’t going to believe us if we walk into his room with these clothes... Romeo’s gone to the Fighters Guild. Let’s go to some Guild, too. We’ll get free equipment and a place to live. I personally don’t really want to run around in some 40-kilogram armor wielding a 5-kilogram sword, so I’d rather go to the Mages Guild. In like... three days or so the Champion of Cyrodiil should have arrived at the Weynon Priory which may be a few hours away, so we don’t really have much time to train. But if we stay on the roads on our way, it shouldn’t be that dangerous; after all everyone in Cyrodiil uses these roads, so it should be safe.
If the guilds don’t accept children, we’re kind of... [censored], but it’s worth a shot.”
I walked away to the location where I had arrived in Tamriel. The guilds were around there somewhere.

Martin

"That's a good idea." I said, nodding in approval. "Y'know, build a cover identity? I don't see why the guilds wouldn't accept us, I mean, it's not like we're ten or anything. Yeah sure, I'm 15, but I could pass for seventeen." I have a terrible habit of rambling so I cut myself off and said one last thing: "What are your thoughts?"

Ayrton

"Alright, I guess we'll have to trust Craig for now and everyone head off to your respected guilds or whatever. We'll meet up at dark in front of the inn to the right of the main Chorrol gate. Try to avoid guards if you can while your wearing these clothes. They'll be looking for us." I turn my head to the recently found clothes" It doesn't look like theirs enough clothes to fit us over there... Huh." I turn towards Flo "You said you want to head off to the Mages guild? I'll come, as you can see I'm not fit for any big armor or anything. If anyone wants to come to the mages guild you can come along with us." I start walking towards the Mages guild. "Oh, man what if they ask for an example of Magika? I guess I can just try and hope for the best." I mutter to myself. "Seriously though, the air is much cleaner here and I feel a hell of a lot lighter then compared to earth." The soft thumps of my bare feet on the warm ground felt oddly nice since it was a dirt and rock road. I feel a large energy building up in me. I'm just excited, well extremely excited but still I feel like my chest is going to explode and I just want to dance for joy! I smile to myself and continue walking with an odd bound in my step.

Romeo

Romeo was lead to a kitchen and got a mortal and pestle in his hands.
“Oke, well don’t get nervous there is just a cook and Vinela digging holes into his back” Romeo thought. “Oke the cook is unpatient because he wants to prepare more food and that anxious guild leader brrrr….Just like an exam only these 2 where breathing in his neck…”
“yup everything is fine”.
“Now lets see smoky bombs, requires only 2 ingredients; sugar and saltpetre.”
Do you have by any accident saltpetre here?
What?
Saltpeter?, Salt of Petra?, Stone salt?, Nitrate of Potash? Salt to preserve meat?
“Ah yes, here it is”, while the cook handed over a small bag of white salt.
Romeo took over the saltpetre and the ingredients on a ratio of 3:5 together and started grinding very carefully.
“This is an unusual potion, what does it do?” Vinela asked
“It produces a lot of smoke”
“Right…..” while the eyebrow raises again….
After the grinding Romeo took a piece of rope, and sopped it in oil. He dropped the content in a mug put a piece of cloth on it and sealed it with the remaining rope.
“Tada, its finished.”
“Is that supposed to be a potion?, you’re a strange guy. But lets look at your shooting skill”

At the shooting range Romeo got an wooden bow pushed in his hands. The bow was made out of wood with iron reinforcements on the tips of the bow. “Guess it’s a Iron bow while inspecting the tips of the bow. He hold the bow in his hands. While sliding his hand on the firm grip in the middle it felt stable and very comfortable. “At least I don’t have any problems with that.” Right next to him stood a quiver with a couple of arrows. While inspecting them Romeo was surprised how straight these arrows were. “Almost like aluminium. My shots could be very reproducable, well if they are not flexible too”.
“Now the shooting part”. He laid a arrow on his bow and pulled a bit on the string to determine the strength in the beginning. He stretched the bow on full length, looked passed the arrow while aiming at the arrowtip and released.
With a soft sound the arrow flew and hit with a soft tick.
“good, shoot a couple of arrows more”

During his small shooting exam Romeo changed ranges. He wasn’t very comfortable with this but the arrows seems to hit somewhere in the board, mostly in the middle. After about 20 arrows Vilena nodded; “You can join once we have are sure we know you have a clean sheet. It will take up about a day, meanwhile stay near Chorrol.”
While Vilena walked away, Romeo released a small groan.
His shoulder felt it was burning, his fingertips felt as it was ripped off. “This was worse then a exam! This was torture!”
While walking of the shooting range Romeo thought if it was sensible to shoot a 50 pound bow if he was tortured for only 20 arrows.

Martin

I put on a tattered gray robe and I got up to follow Ayrton. "I'll go with you." I said. "I'm not that strong, so magic could prove useful. Besides, we can't learn magic back on Earth." Those weren't the only reasons. I wasn't sure who would go where, and I didn't want to be by myself in a guild, I wanted to be with someone from Earth. Even though I played TES all the time, actually being in it could be a bit intimidating if on your own.

OOC: I think that we need to schedule a time when we can all take five or ten minutes and just RP for a little while. Maye we should actually talk about this.

"This is ridiculous." I pointed out, "We're trying to keep track of too many people, I second the motion for using the inn as a meeting point. I also second going to the mage's guild because....well, I mean, I'm not a weakling, but I'll be damned if I'm going to use a huge sword as my first means of defense. Maybe have a dagger as a backup, but...." I shook my head, "I'm getting ahead of myself. Mage's Guild it is. I'm already legally an advlt, so they'll definitely let me in. And unlike the Champion of Cyrodiil, none of us have a criminal record!"

ooc: @ayrton: Yeah, that's a good idea. Summer holidays have started today ( :clap: ), so I almost always have time (from saturday till thursday I'm visiting my dad and we'll probably do something every day, so maybe it should be sometimes in the evening, and we also have to consider the different time zones).

Flo

Apperantly the others wanted to go to the Mages Guild, too.
“Okay, then let’s go... but the first thing we should do is to ask someone abou the distances between the cities. Maybe we actually don’t have as much time as we thought. But I’m sure it’ll be just fine.”

ooc: I am leaving the result of this post in Elionwy's hands, it has the potential to change the main quest and any storylines you may have created Elionwy so I figured it'd be best.

ic:
It had become clear to Craig that the castle was alot larger than he had expected, there were corridors going off at every angle, doors along every wall and yet his escort knew exactly where to go. They sure are missing something. he thought, admiring every painting they walked past. His father was an artist and he'd lived above an art gallery for most of his life so he'd learnt to appreciate art and could tell when something was of good quality. The detail is staggering. he commented, "How old are most of these paintings?" He asked, breaking the silence between the two.
"Not very, there aren't many older works now, but most are 50 or so years old." He replied with an indifferent shrug, "The countess loves them all though, she's a real admirer of paintings." As if on cue, the guard stopped by a door and knocked twice, "This is his office, he should be in." He added, and upon hearing the command to enter he opened the door and let Craig in, "Captain, I bring someone who could have some important news regarding Kvatch."

As Craig walked in, the first thing he noticed was the temperature, it was much cooler in here, there were no torches lit and instead a large glass window let in a cool breeze which sent ripples into the rich tapestries that covered the walls, "He does, does he?" Replied a voice, it belonged to a man sitting at table in the middle of the room, as Craig scanned the room quickly for other people, he noticed that the room was infact, pretty large and yet, the table was the only real furniture save for a few cupboards and a bench or two along the edges of the room. "Well, I'm Bitneld, captain of the guard here in Chorrol, and yours is?" He asked, standing up and nearly reaching the ceiling.

"Uhh, Craig - Just Craig." he stated, the captain was a daunting man, obviously nord, strong with chiselled features; the man looked as dangerous as he did intelligent. "I come with grave news, most of it - I'm sure will sound far-fetched but you must believe me and you must let me finish." He instructed, much to the well dressed nords disliking but, he nodded and asked the guard to leave and shut the door behind him. Upon doing so, Craig began to tell the guard of his lie, "Forgive me for my attire, I am from the Imperial City and my sister does love to make me weird clothes." He laughed nervously, deciding he shouldn't had said that - "But anyway, I am a church going man, I've loved Akatosh all my life and I will devote myself to him for the remainder of my days. So, it may come as no surprise that I was praying this morning in the forests of Chorrol when Akatosh came to me, his voice filled my mind and I felt a great tranquility come over me, it wasn't to last though as what he told me was horrible.. Absolutely horrible." He lied, shaking his head as if he was truly disgusted by what he had heard, "He told me of the emperors assination, that this morning he was to be murdered by the Mythic Dawn cult and Kvatch was to be attacked by the daedric forces of Mehrunes Dagon." he looked up to the Captain who sat in his chair and watched him silently, the man was fiddling with his fingers on the table obviously nervous of the truth.

"That's all he told me and I hurried here as fast as I could to tell you about it, the.. The Emperor is dead now, Akatosh has told me that, but Kvatch can still be saved." He pleaded, hoping his plan had worked. For a moment after his speech, the two men stood in silence, one in thought and the other in fear. "You must understand I will first have to speak to the countess, your story sounds reasonable, we have seen many magical things from the gods and it makes sense for Mehrunes to want to attack while the emperor is dead. But that does not mean I believe you, you are a stranger here and I will have to take that into consideration - Did Akatosh tell you anything else?" He asked, obviously trying to figure out if Craig would be of more use. To which Craig replied with a simple shaking of his head.
"Nothing more than what I have told you."
"Very well, you should return to your family and, if your story is true, grieve for the Emperor and pray for Cyrodiil." He stated nodding slightly, "Now go, I have much to do."

With that, Craig hurried out of the room, opening the door to find the guard who had escorted him earlier waiting for him, they greeted each other with a simple nod and before he knew it, they were walking back the way they came, through the warm and drowzy halls that would lead to the castle exit.

It become clear to Romeo that with a sore shoulder and 1 day waiting to join up the fighters guild isnt going to help him further. While pounding about what to do Flo, Martin and Krimsin passed him by.
"Eh guys where are you going?"
"To the mages guild see what we can do there."
"I'll come with you"

While walking with the group, Romeo helded its shoulder close to his chest. Flo noticed the strange posture of Romeo.
Flo:"Whats up with your shoulder?"

"Well i just shot a 50 pound bow, it was with normal arrow tips but the shock of the bow or the strength you have to put in was unusuall high for me.
On Earth i shot a 29 pound bow, i could shoot up about 50 arrows in 1 hour, but this bow and small exam on the fighters guild pushed me of the hook afther only 20 arrows."

Flo took a closer look; "at least its not broken, maybe the mages guild can fix you up."
"That would be nice yes."

Flo

On our way to the Guild Romeo joined us again. His shoulder looked pretty injured.

Just next to the Great Oak I saw a two guards talk to each other. “Excuse me,” I said. “We’ve just arrived in Cyrodiil and are on our way to the Imperial City. Do you know how long it would take for us to get there?” “If you’re going to walk, it will take circa three days. With horses you can make it in one or two.” “Okay. Thanks a lot.” I turned to the others. “That means we were right. We don’t have much time,but it’s just enough.”

Just when we were getting in, a High Elf woman aproached us: “Hello. Can I help you?” “Uhm, yes, we... we’d like to... uhm, join the Guild.” That didn’t sound very convincing. It would be better if I let someone else do the rest of the talking. “Okay,” the woman answered, looking at me strangely. “then please follow me.” She guided us into a big room which looked like a mix of a Chemistry class and a shooting range with some conjured monstres running around, but surprisingly they stayed in a small circle and immediately drew back everytime they came near the shooting range. All the people here looked very young, so appearently they were students.
As I looked around, the woman asked us, “Do you already have some spells you can cast?”
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ooc: grote boze wolf sent me some ideas whatwe could do here.

We can make potions, or test already finished ones, to cure grote boze wolf's wound
We can learn spells, especially conjuration, as we are in Chorrol

Please say which ideas you all like best, so we can start

ooc: I'm on a road trip through Wales until wednesday so don't expect me to post until then.

Martin

I answered for Flo, I could tell that he didn't want to do the talking. "Well, no. You see, we have always been interested in learning the magical arts, but we've never been presented with the opportunity until now." The Altmer lady grinned, apparently she believed me.

"I assume you want to learn conjuration then, since that is this hall's specialty?" She asked.

"Well, I really want restoration and destruction as my main focus, but learning some conjuration on the side could help." I replied back to her, feeling kind of bad in wanting to learn something that she might not have as much interest in. She nodded at me and then turned to the others.

"And what about you? What type of magic do you want to learn?"

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OOC: I am cool with whatever we do. I tried to make my post as wide open as possible so someone else can choose where we take this.

OOC: Why was I left out of the mage's guild travelers Romeo? XD

Ayrton

"And what about you? What type of magic do you want to learn?"
I reply painfully, "As Ironic as it might be, I am interested in conjuration but also in Destruction and Restoration," I turn and smile at Martin, "I guess we have similar interests in fields at least!" I turn back to Altmer "I would also like to ask an odd question."
"Go ahead." she replied carelessly.
"We were born in an out of the way sort of place. So we only just came across the information that your birth-sign actually affects what you can do in the physical realm. How would we go about finding what our Birth-sign would be?"
"That is simple," She replied. At least she bought my lie about our births... I smirk to myself mentally "do you know what constellation you were born under?" Crap!
"Uh, mmm, no I... I can't recall anything about a constellation." I hadn't thought about that. That punched my ego...
The Altmer smiled "It's alright, chances are high that you'll find it by accident. If you get impatient though, we have some tests that can determine the Birth-sign of a person."
Whew... That was close.
The Altmer turned towards the rest of the group. "So what do you guys want to learn? Or rather, do you have any questions first?"