Eternal Hunt

Post » Fri May 27, 2011 12:45 pm

Introduction and Commentary

Ok, so here's the deal. This takes place during the oblivion crisis, so oblivion gates and daedric creatures are commonplace. The main idea is that you can choose from numerous factions (e.g. Necromancers, Witchhunters, Vampires, Werewolves (yes, even in Cyrodiil but note: we might visit Solstheim or even Vvardenfell, this isn't just an Oblivion RP, it just starts in Cyrodiil). Though you are among different groups, you have common enemies. The Vampires and Werewolves are in a war, but they both hate Daedra. The Witchhunters are seeking to destroy the Necromancers, but may even side with a vampire if they so choose. The consequences and results all depend on your character, and his actions. You may choose any faction of those listed, but NO DAEDRA. Hopefully we'll get enough for each faction. We need teamwork just as much as we need player versus player content.

This RP is all about the wars waging between the Werewolves, Vampires, Witchhunters, and Necromancers. The story is as follows:

Backstory

A group of anti-necromancer, anti-werewolf, anti-vampire sorcerers have split from the mages guild. They are known commonly as Witchhunters, but their faction is entitled "The Blood Seekers". They have made many strides to seek out and destroy the dark cultures of Tamriel, going so far as to invade Solstheim in an attempt to slay every Werewolf. The Werewolves have blended in with society, and even began hiding amongst the commonfolk in Morrowind and neighboring Cyrodiil. The Blood Seekers have split into several small companies, such as the Werewolf Hunters and Vampire Hunters, and the Deathbringers, the company seeking the deaths of Necromancers. The Werewolf Hunters have just begun to invade Solstheim, while a similar foray into the Black Marsh has begun by the Vampire Hunters, after recent reports of vampire activity in the area. The Deathbringers have even made riots in the Imperial City, for certain Necromancers have secretly wormed their way into the mages guild.

It is an all out war between the various Witchhunters and the dark societies of Tamriel. The Imperial Legion is doing their best to keep the armies at bay, but a full-out battle is being planned just outside of Anvil. Blood Seeker ships have appeared off coast, while Necromancers and Vampires have allied in that area. At the same time, a vicious trench war has begun in the snowy mountains of Solstheim, as well as an invasion on Raven Rock. The Nordic culture of Solstheim has vowed to defend the Werewolves, for many of them are their leaders. The only way to resolve this conflict, seems to be with bloodshed. Where do you fall in this all-out war? Are you a vampire? A nordic werewolf defending his village? A greedy Witchhunter of the Bloodseekers? Or are you just a Necromancer, wishing you never joined the dark cult? Your fate will be decided here.

Rules and Guidelines

1) No mind reading or all knowing characters
2) No god mode or uber playing
3) No bad language, other than the words not starred out already
4) Be realistic with your posts, this is strongly player versus player so do NOT try and be invincible. Players can and will die. It is suggested to submit a second character after your death
5) If you are traveling long distances, actually travel. No instant travel, please.
6) You may start with good equipment, but no full enchanted daedric with a plethera of kick ass weapons. Keep it simple. Enchanted equipment is allowed but nothing complex.
7) Use good grammar and spelling
8) Post as often as possible, RPs aren't an obligation but certainly require you to post. No double posts are allowed, but as long as someone posted after your last post, you can post again.
9) PM me all Character Sheets, just let me approve first. No posting character sheets, just describe your character like a real writer would.
10) Use OOC brackets when speaking out of character
11) Most importantly, have fun!

Character Sheets

All credit goes to Morty14 for his character sheet setup.


NOTE: PM ME ALL CHARACTER SHEETS AND WAIT FOR APPROVAL. POSTING THEM IS ALLOWED, HOWEVER.

General Information

Name:
Gender:
Race: (Also tell if you're a vampire or werewolf)
Birthsign:(We're going by Oblivion signs for this)
Age:
Personality:


Class Information


Class name and Description (custom, if you wish)
Specialization: Magic, Combat, or Stealth
Skills:(PICK ONLY THREE. No more is allowed. I will not accept character sheets with any more than three.)


Appearance


Height:
Weight:
General Appearance: (consider race/gender when describing)



Equipment


Armor:(Again, no uber stuff please...)
Weapons: (See above)
Enchanted items: (Same as above, keep it simple. None is a perfectly legitimate option here)


Disposition


Towards the law:
Towards the Nine:
Towards the legal guilds:
Towards the Empire:
Towards Vampires:
Towards the Blood Seekers:
Towards Werewolves:
Towards Necromancers:


Note

Thanks, have fun. I expect this to last much longer than my last thread :P

I will be posting as my character shortly, likely after a character sheet or two is submitted.
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Mistress trades Melissa
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 8:20 am

Angorhn walked down the cold street of Skingrad, he placed his powerful hands into his pockets to keep his hads warm as he continued down the road. The nord continued down the street, as his hair blew in the cold wind. A sound entered angorhn's ear's as he realized that a pub was nearby, it seemed that some sort of party was going on, or maybe it was just some drunks in a pub having a good time?

He entered the pub when suddenly a drunk came falling back into him, angorhn quickly caught the man and layed him against the wall.

I love pubs during the night!

Angorhn made his way through the crowd to the pub's counter, and sat down on a stool. The pub owner walked over and stood before angorhn.

"What will it be tonight, ale, grog, mead, beer?" angorhn could smell the sent of alcohol coming from the owner.

"I'll have an ale, a dark ale thanks"

The owner smiled and nodded, as he walked over to grab a dark ale. The pub was loud and cheerfull, angorhn could'nt remember the last time he had been in such a happy, cheerfull setting. Angorhn sat thinking of the three vampire's and necromacer's that were still following him.

Damn blood svckers and their necrophilia friends, I should have killed them in Solsthiem when I had the chance.

Angorhn knew that the count of Skingrad was a vampire, and that his kind were probably all over the place, but angorhn alway's knew that he wanted to keep his enemies close, so he could keep an eye on thier movements. The pub owner walked over to angorhn placing the dark ale infront of him.

"That will be seven gold piece's!" angorhn rumaged through his pockets and pulled out a couple of gold coins and guzzled his ale down.

"Thanks for the ale, how much for a room?", the owner was obviously trying to squeeze out as much gold piece's from angorhn as he could.

"For one night, its about twelve gold piece's. If your planning on staying for awhile, a week would be thirty-six gold piece's", angorhn thought for a moment before quickly grabbing the owner and pulling him over the counter.

"Thanks, but I think I'll find some where else!", angorhn walked out of the pub into the cold night, he knew that vampire's would be out tonight for their nightly "feeding"...
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Shaylee Shaw
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 2:04 pm

Approved by Bebop.

General Information

Name: Lliryn Thanelen
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Birthsign: The Lord
Age: 102 (looks about 50.... he has aged terribly.)
Personality: -dark and brooding
-slightly..... insane, from lack of communication with the living.
-thirst for knowledge and power
-sadistic and cruel


Class Information


Class name and Description: Necromancer
Specialization: Magic
Skills: Destruction, Illusion and Conjuration.


Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 pounds.
General Appearance: Rather skinny and frail, he is still in okay shape, with a short face and dark skin. His long white hair grows down to his neck but is kept clean and groomed. His thick white eyebrows give him a perma-frown and his teeth are yellowed slightly and rather crooked. the entire left side of his face is scarred and burnt, leaving his left eye somewhat blinded at times.



Equipment


Armor: Standard Black Necromancer Robes. Black tunic underneath with Fire Shield enchantment. Black, worn leather boots. Black hood.
Weapons: Silver shortsword. (for the ghosties)
Enchanted items: Tunic with Fire Shield. Amulet of the Nord. (Frost Shield)
Misc: A Tome of Necromantic Rituals.


Disposition


Towards the law: Despicable pigs. They hate him, so he hates them.
Towards the Nine: They do not exist to him. Only the God of Worms.
Towards the legal guilds: Hates them all, especially the Mages Guild.
Towards the Empire: Nobody rules him except himself.
Towards Vampires: He doesn't think of them much. THey leave him to his own then he does the same. He is not one to judge for the way they live.
Towards the Blood Seekers: They want him dead, so he wants their souls.
Towards Werewolves: He doesn't think of them much. THey leave him to his own then he does the same. He is not one to judge for the way they live.
Towards Necromancers: Even to friendly Necromancers, he isn't the friendliest of people, though he does show more tolerance.

He commands a Skeleton that contains the soul of a long dead Redguard warrior named Sorian. Fights with an iron longsword and shield, and dons a cuirass and helmet, as well as boots. A loyal servant, though it has no choice, the connection between Lliryn and Sorian is a mental one, and will due its masters bidding with a thought.



Small Cave, Just south of Skingrad

Lliryn sat by the firelight, his red eyes moving back and forth over the page of the large, worn book in front of him. The room he sat in was small, containing a bed, drawer and the table where he currently sat, along with a few candles to illuminate the room, bathing it in a soft orange glow. Through the door, he could hear the quiet creak of Sorian's aged bones as the Skeleton stood guarding his chambers in the short corridor that led to the main chamber of the cave.

He continued reading, hoping to find the location of the grave he had so desperately wanted to find. For it contained well preserved remains of long dead nobles, and with them he could construct a more powerful minion.

"Better then this pile of bones." he muttered to himself, knowing full well that the Skeleton could hear him.

Always a pleasure master. the soul of the Redguard replied mentally, the last part being forced out of him through the power of his creator. Sarion wished he had not followed the call of the Necromancer when it had first whipered to him, promising new life. He didn't stop to think what a Necromancer might need a soul for, and he had willingly went to the Dunmer, only to find himself ensnared by the man's power and placed into the empty Skeleton's body.

The Necromancer just laughed, which sounded more like a rock against slate, as he ended with a fitful cough. Lliryn closed the book with a sigh, knowing the information was in there somewhere, and rose, walking out into the main cavern with Sorian at his heels. In the middle of the cave sat three stone tables, each supporting the fresh corpses he had gathered last week, and had proceeded to preserve, filling them with salts and other things to stop them from decomposing.

He hadn`t yet mastered it all, especially removing the organs, and looked with anger as those bodies had begun to rot away. He thought about going to the nearby graveyard of the small village that very night, but decided against it, knowing the people would be on full alert after last weeks graverobbing. He walked towards the exit of the cave, past a seemingly motionless Skeleton which Lliryn could animate at the first sign of an intruder, and pushed open the rotted wooden door, to reveal a clear, crisp night, and thanked his amulet for staving off some of the cold.

The lights of the nearby Skingrad dotted the horizon, and Lliryn could only imagine the well preserved bodies of past Counts and nobles that laid there, though it would be foolish to even try it. He even feared to try to rob the graveyard in the city, fearing the guards and exposure, though it was a sure goldmine in there, one that he one day planned to harvest.

But for now, he returned to his cave, turning the page back to where he left off, as he continued reading for the mummified corpses of the nobles.
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Bitter End
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 12:46 pm

Accepted by Bebop of course.

General Information

Name: Faolin Mairil
Gender:Male
Race: Bosmer (human)
Birthsign: The Thief
Age: 28
Personality:
-Logical
-Outgoing/kind
-Calm and collected


Class Information


Class name and Description: Hunter
Specialization: Stealth
Skills: Marksman, Blade, Athletics


Appearance


Height: Medium Height
Weight: Thin
General Appearance: He has a thin body but is still muscular. He has short black hair and brown eyes.



Equipment


Armor: He has a suit of custom-made black thin leather,(without the leather helm) made to move around easily while wearing
Weapons: Silver bow, along with arrows to match, and a silver dagger
Enchanted items: Bow has +10 fire damage (is this too much? if so you can reduce it)


Disposition


Towards the law: Thinks of them as corrupt, greedy pigs
Towards the Nine: Not sure if they are real or not
Towards the legal guilds: Thinks that they are trying to do the right thing
Towards the Empire: Thinks of them as greedy men who only step in when their own lives are at stake
Towards Vampires: Thinks that they are nast blood-svckers
Towards the Blood Seekers: Is one of them specializing in vampire hunting, thinks it is their duty to stop all creatures of the night, including necromancers
Towards Werewolves: Thinks that they are untamable beasts who have lost all humanity
Towards Necromancers: Thinks they are stupid and foolish and will destroy the world if not stopped




SKINGRAD

Faolin sat on a rooftop waiting for the creature of the night to pass by down on the street below. It was dark but his training in the bloodseekers had prepared him for things like this. He had been following this vampire for a week now, tired of all the waiting and staying up late. As the vampire turned a corner Faolin grabbed his silver bow from where he layed it down and made sure his silver dagger was still in it's sheath and lept across to another roof for a better view. His custom-made black leather outfit barely made any noise, the only noise coming from the small *tink* as the silver arrows on his back shook in thier quiver.

I can't believe this vampire hasn't caught on to me by now. He must have just turned into a demon of the night not to long ago. Maybe a year or less. He probably doesn't even know the full extent of his power yet.

The Bloodseekers had sent Faolin to Skingrad, because there was no available missions for him at the time. He knew they were not giving him free time, but only sending him there because they knew there were always vampires to hunt there. He had a small meager home in Skingrad. One of the only 1 story ones there. He had trained with the bloodseekers ever since he came of age 18. At age 21 they finally excepted him as a full-fledged member. Through the 7 years he had been with them he had become one of the more well-known vampire hunters and had a modest rank in thier clan.

As the vampire walked deeper into the alley, Faolin used a weak night-eye scroll. He jumped onto a roof even closer to the vampire and noticed that there was a lot of commotion a couple buildings down. He saw a nord in the distance, with his hands in his pockets, exiting the building where the commotion was coming from. Probably having one of those crazy parties in those godforsaken pubs. When Faolin returned his view to the vampire he was stalking he saw another man, probably a vampire, talking to him. Then the new man handed out a vial, probably filled with blood to the vampire and the vampire started on his way back to where he stayed, Faolin had found out, a cave near the city.

I'll probably kill the vampire next afternoon and then disguise myself as him and kill this blood-dealer.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:05 am

Name: Henrik the Hardy
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Birthsign: The Steed
Age: 37

Specialization: Combat
Class: Swordsman
Skills: Blade, Flexibility, Smithing

Height: 7'2"
Weight: 175-225 pounds
Hair: Henrik's hair is long and grows to his lower back. It is tied in a ponytail and is jet black.
Eye Color: Bright Emerald Green
General Appearance: He is a big Nord, but only in height. He is rather muscular and is kept fairly good shape due to his training. Henrik is a pretty attractive man but chooses not to pursue women, as it only clouds his judgement and distracts him from his career.

Clothing: He wears a tight white sleeveless shirt and baggy crimson trousers that are tucked into his knee high leather boots and they hang over the top of his boots; He also wears leather gloves that stop a little past his wrists.
Primary Weapon: Henrik carries a silver scimitar (Shape and curvature like http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Talwar_Hind%C3%BA_SXVII.jpg ) that was made by himself. It has a blood red hilt and an ivory scabbard and it hangs from his left hip.
Secondary Weapon: He has another silver weapon made by himself; it is a silver shortsword with the same color scheme as his scimitar.

Misc.:
--He has a pet wolf named Fidelis.
--Henrik enjoys literature.
--He is disgusted by cowardice.


Disposition


Towards the law: He respects them, but does not agree with their policies.
Towards the Nine: Henrik tolerates them, but their babbling irritates him.
Towards the legal guilds: He was once a member of the Fighter's Guild and has many friends there.
Towards the Empire: Henrik is not fond of the Empire.
Towards Vampires: Has nothing against the vampires and respects them for their abilities and guile.
Towards the Blood Seekers: Believes they have the right mindset, but don't know how to go about doing their goals.
Towards Werewolves: Henrik has nothing against the werewolves, either.
Towards Necromancers: Thinks they are wretched and evil.
General Disposition: Is known to be quite hospitable to others.


IC:

Imperial City, Waterfront District
Bloated Float


Henrik moved over to the announcement board found near the counter in front of a few barrels of ale. He had been waiting in the Imperial City for several days, hoping someone would come across his flyers and pay him for some honest work. Being a mercenary was tough work, seeing as there isn't always a job available. Henrik spent his time making weapons in his friend's shop and taking half of the profits from it being sold.

He had gotten a good amount of work in Chorrol and began regretting his decision to come to the Imperial City. This has done nothing but waste my hard earned coin and eaten up all my time. I'll head out for Skingrad tomorrow and hope for the best. He contemplated, going over to the bartender and asking for a refill in his flask.

After taking his flask back to his seat, he decided to take Liminal Bridges from his pack and begin reading it in the smoky and obscenely noisy tavern on the water.
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Kirsty Wood
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 12:59 pm

General Information

Name: Thorin Claemore
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf, also a Werewolf
Birthsign: Thief
Age: Unknown
Personality: Andrith is a kind man, always helping those in need or saving those in trouble. He is kind, and caring, always thinking of others before himself. But when in combat, he lashes out with ferocity so great his foes are stunned. He is not afraid to kill, or to murder, for he has to to survive.


Class Information


Class name and Description: Renegade
Specialization: Stealth
Skills: Sneak, Marksman, Light Armor


Appearance


Height: Fairly tall for a Wood Elf
Weight: 120 Ibs, but seems weightless
General Appearance: He has long, brown hair, and hazel eyes. He is thin but muscular, and always walks with dignity and pride. His werewolf form has a fur color very similar to his eyes, soft brown with a white patch on his chest.



Equipment


Armor: Full Elven except the shield and helmet
Weapons: An Elven bow, and a fine steel dagger, several ebony throwing darts
Enchanted items: An amulet that flashes red when Necromancers are near, and a ring that withholds his werewolf form until he unleashes it, and also stays his bloodlust


Disposition


Towards the law: He believes they are all that is good and neccessary in the world
Towards the Nine: Doesn't really think about them
Towards the legal guilds: Believes that they are good for making friends and allies
Towards the Empire: Mostly ignores them, for he knows their wrong doings
Towards Vampires: Doesn't trust them, but occasionaly deals with them if he must
Towards the Blood Seekers: Hates them with a passion, for they have declared war on his race
Towards Werewolves: Ignores most of them, for most werewolves are blood thirsty and thoughtless murderers
Towards Necromancers: Wishes them all to be dead, hunts them in his werewolf form


Skingrad, Bar

Thorin finished off his bottle of ale, and glanced around the bar. There weren't any civillians who looked like Necromancers here, so he departed the bar, and walked out into the night. If it wasn't for his ring he would be a werewolf right now, and an enemy of every Bloodseeker in the area, of which there were many. Lots of Bloodseekers had appeared near Skingrad, making camps and surrounding the port of Anvil.

Thorin walked silently into the dark streets, following a winding path towards a bridge. It was then that he saw two men, adorned in black robes. One handed the other a vial of some sort of red liquid. Vampires, he knew it. Thorin drew his Elven bow, which glimmered in the moonlight. He often traded with Vampires himself, but he knew they could not be trusted. He crept behind a building, and tried to listen in on them with his keen Elven ears.
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louise fortin
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:54 am

Angorhn was still walking around as he approached a bridge in the town, he saw a figure on a roof, while two others traded some kind of vile, he figured it was just some skooma dealer, but as he continued he saw that the two figure's hands were grey and dark.

Vampires!, he thought, as he ducked into a alleyway. The two figure's were still talking, as angorhn thought of using his powers. He saw that the figure was still on the roof, but was'nt doing anything. The wind changed and angorhn quickly caught the sent of the vampires, along with something that was familiar, but he was'nt sure what it was?

Angorhn looked around, and saw that the streets were deserted, the activity was the two vampires. He looked once more, as he caught the sent of them again. Angorhn had been a werewolf for sometime, and had learned how to control his lycan abilites. He could turn into a werewolf at anytime, but he usually kept it under wraps, so no one would know.

The thought of killing those vampires made the lycan inside him breakout, angorhn quickly morphed into the werewolf that he was. The big muscular beast lept onto the roof of a house, as he quickly approached the vampires. The two parted ways, and angorhn had to make a quick choice on which one to follow, he chose the one that had handed the vile over.

The vampire rushed away, and quickly entered a house nearby. Angorhn watched as the vampire closed the shades of the house, and only the shadow of the vampire was visible by candle light. The large werewolf blasted into the front door, quickly looking around before seeing that the vampire was infront of him.

"No werewolf shall ever enter the house of lord Ker...", the vampire was cut-off by the sudden strike of the werewolf. The house was no where for a werewolf to fight, exspecially a large werewolf. Angorhn charged the vampire, as he attempted to pull out his sword that was made of silver. A large roar echoed through the house and the streets as angorhn struck the vampire's left arm, tearing it completely off. The vampire screamed in aggony, as blood sprayed ever where. The vampire quickly tried to compose himself as he retreated to the second floor of his house, with his silver sword dragging behind him.

"I shall kill your hunt your kind to the end of the world, until you are no more!", the vampire yelled as he tried to fend off the werewolf. Angorhn struck once more, but this time was struck by the silver sword, causing the beast to cry out in pain as he fell down the stairs. The vampire was becoming weak from all the blood loss, while angorhn quickly jumped back to his feet, and charged the vampire.

"I'am not the only one of my kind that is herre...", the vampire was silenced with a quick blow to the head as angorhn quickly tore it head from its body. The sound of people coming worried the beast, and quickly broke through the bedroom window onto another roof, as the voice's screamed in terror from all the blood. Angorhn quickly morphed back into his nordic self, and went to clean the blood off of him...
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naana
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:20 am

Faolin was turning around and was about to return home when he heard a loud crash and a man screaming. He pulled down the red scarf that covered the lower half of his face and put on a pair of goggles that had a detect life enchantment.

OOC: Sorry about discluding the scarf and goggles in my description. It kind of just came to me as a good idea just now.

The goggles that he put on also had a seperate enchantment to sort out vampires, werewolves, and humans. It could not differently sort out necromancers however since they were human. Humans appeared no differently as they would with a regular detect life enchantment, Where as Vampires appeared blood red and werewolves a dark-greenish. He quickly spotted out a werewolve and a vampire in the same building. They must be fighting. Damn... this ruins my plans. He also spotted out another werewolf nearby at street level and wondered if they might be working together.

Wait a second... the vampires presence disappeared. The werewolf must have killed him. He pulled off his goggles as he saw and heard people talking and walking towards the house. Faolin jumped off the roof onto the balcony and climbed down onto street level. He kept his scarf at his neck and slid his goggles into a small pouch by his waist. Hopefully no one will think I'm with the dark brotherhood. After all this suit does kind of resemble their standard armor. He was the first one on the gruesome scene and saw the blood-dealer dead on the second story of the house. I better go tell my fellow clan members that it's not just vampires we are hunting in this city. He made sure that he still had his silver bow and dagger and ran out of the house, down alley after alley, then climbed onto a building, leaping onto the city wall, and safely climbing down.

He reached one of the smaller camps of the bloodseekers scattered around Skingrad. He found his squad leaders tent and began to recite what had happened in his head as he entered.

OOC: I am hoping someone will make a character that is in the bloodseekers too. And maybe he can start out where I am right now. :-)
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:27 am

OOC: Well I'm a merc and I'm waiting for someone to come hire me. I'm up for grabs by any faction, for now.
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Jack
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:11 pm

OOC: Yay! I'll keep that in mind.

As Faolin greeted his squad leader he told him of what happened earlier that night. He waited patiently and listened to the entire story.
"Damn," the squad leader said. "We are going to have to find out if that werewolf is in some kind of group or not. Not that we are going to spare him. Either way he's going to have to die. You said there were two werewolves?"
"Yes." Faolin replied. "But I am not sure if they were together or not."
"Make this your new objective." the squad leader said.
"Yes sir, I will try me best to find out about this werewolf." Faolin accepted.
"I also need someone to find out more about this blood-dealing. Keep a look out for someone."
"Yes sir."
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 1:56 pm

Lliryn closed the book emphatically, a smile on his worn face, and his yellow teeth showed clearly. He had found the location of the tomb, and by luck, it was near Skingrad, slightly out east of it, and to the north of the road. He hurried over to his bookshelves, and pulled out a dusty piece of parchment, which he brought back to the desk and unrolled.

On it was a fine, if rather outdated map of Cyrodil, and he blew some dust off as he bent in for a closer look. He found the town that was mentioned in the book, and after a few seconds of seraching, he found it, nestled in the forests of northern County Skingrad. He measured the distance mentally, ignoring the witty adding comments from Sorian, and put the distance in time to about a half day of travelling.

"Perfect." he muttered, as he leant back from the map, thinking hard. It would have been a simple journey had there not been strange camps popping up everywhere lately in the area. Lliryn, always one for security, had kept his activity to a minimum, and had kept fires down, as he wasn't sure what those camps meant or if they were friendly or not.

Not that he thought they were Necromancers. Most likely vampire hunters of some sort, as they were frequent around Skingrad, and perhaps a particularily "juicy" vampire had been discovered, drawing the hunters from all corners of Cyrodil.

He would not let it bother him however, knowing his mastery of Illusion could keep him safe, and frankly, he did not care what happened to Sorian. He began gathering some things, including the marked map, his Necromantic Tome, and a few scrolls, food and some potions for the trip, as well as his silver sword, which he hung on his belt.

He would leave immediately, wanting to reach this tomb, where he would then have a wagon or something built to bring the bodies of his choice back. Perhaps some corpses could be called into temporary service for this. he thought, guessing there would probably be less preserved corpses there as well.

He called Sorian to his side, and opened the rotted door, pausing for a few minutes as he drew magical runes on the door and the stone around it to ward off any thieves and intruders. His skeleton guard was also prepared to rise and defend if anybody should find their way past the magical traps. He stood back, watching the runes fade into almost nothing, and couldn't hold back a crooked smile at what he was about to find.

And with that, he set off to the north-east, looking to hit the road for a bit, then to travel off of it into the forest and to find the village and the nearby tomb.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:09 pm

That Night Faolin thought about all the Bloodseekers camps poping up around Skingrad. It had been a secret so far kept even from him and his squad leader. Maybe the Bloodseekers are going to seige Skingrad and take down that blasted vampire count. He had never met the leader of the Bloodseekers. The highest person of authority he met was the leader of the vampire-hunting division of the Bloodseekers. And even then he had only caught a glimpse of him at some sort of speech.

I haven't really fought many werewolves, only one or two and they were weak. I don't even know where to begin on this hunt. I wonder why my squad captain assigned me to this? He knows I spent most of my training learning how to deal with vampires. Maybe it's because we've been short on people lately. He pondered about this until he fell into a deep sleep, for he had not gotten much sleep over the past couple of weeks.

OOC:Waiting for Bebop to get on and catch his character up to ours before continuing any further in time.
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Eve(G)
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 3:45 am

OCC: Everyone is in Skingrad.

After getting all the blood off and getting dressed, angorhn decided to return to the scene and see what was happening. As angorhn approached, he saw a huge crowd that had formed around the house. City guards were at the scene check for any evidence of what could have done this to the man. Angorhn walked over to the crowd and knudged his way into the crowd, "What happened here?", a man next to him answered, "Someone was murdered. They think some wild beast attacked the man while he was getting ready for bed or something?", angorhn looked at the man with a puzzled look, "What kind of creature could do this?", the man quieted down as another man began to talk, "Your not from around here are you?" angorhn shook his head, "Well there are only two creatures that could have done this. A werewolf or vampire!", angorhn pulled his head back looking at the man with a curious look, "What... Werewolfs, I thought they only lived up near Bruma?", the shook his head, "No they come down here sometimes when there isnt enough food up there", angorhn turned his attension back to the scene, "Well whatever it is, it sure made a mess!", angorhn walked through the crowd towards one of the guards, "Excuse me, but can you tell me if this is the house of that terrible murder?".

The guard looked at him with a sort of curious yet puzzled look on his face, "Yeah this is the house, and who the hell are you?", angorhn looked at the man acting insulted, "Sir I'am here to investigate this murder, I'm the best murder investigator in Cyrodiil, now please let me go inside!", the guard looked at another guard who had walked over to see what all the comotion was about, "This guy claims to be investigating this murder, but I dont remember being told about any of it?", the two guards looked at each other for a moment, and then nodded their heads, "Ok you can go inside, just carefull, there is Alot! of blood", angorhn nodded and walked inside.

The guard was right, there was alot of blood, more blood than he remembered. Now lets find out who you are?, he walked into the family room, seeing that everything had been changed, How or when did these get moved?, a guard walked into the family room from the kitchen taking a bite from an apple, "When you got here, were these moved?", the guard chewed his apple with no verbal responce, just a shrug, "Thanks?", angorhn checked the lower rooms of the house, before he passed the headless body of the vampire, "Looks like the man was drained of all his blood before he was placed there?", angorhn looked at the man shocked to see someone, "I dont think he was placed there, it looks like he moved up the stair's trying to escape what ever got him, as you can see the blood pattern goes everywhere", the guard looked at angorhn for a moment, "I guess your right, the names Officer Tobis, and you are?..", angorhn looked at the man.

"The names Theinis, I was sent by the imperial city to investigate the matter", the man held out his hand as angorhn shook it, "Its good to have someone here who knows a thing or two about this kind of stuff!", angorhn looks at the man with a hollow smile, "Well I work in this stuff almost every day, so I should be good at what I do". The man smiled and walked down the stairs as angorhn made his way into the bed room.

Name, name, I'm looking for a name?, angorhn thought to himself as he opened a nearby bed table, "What do we have here", he mutterd as he held a couple of papers.

Theodin Goldstar, Huelgan Vorss, Antorn dieca, a vampire by any other name?, angorhn thought to himself as he took the papers and left the house to the pub...
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Motionsharp
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 2:16 pm

OOC: DO NOT win a battle without my say so. You attack and perform actions as you wish, I will display the result. No more battles like Mad Max's please. Thank you. NOTE: This rule only applies to "NPC" not other players. In a PVP battle, it's up to the two fighting.

Thorin sat on top of a tall clocktower, the moon the only light around this high up. He took a final bite from his apple, and tossed it down towards Skingrad. A Werewolf had attacked that robed man, he was sure of that. Thorin didn't like Werewolves, they always got in the way of things with their bloodlust. Luckily Thorin's ring prevented that. He could think freely as a Werewolf, he had even saved several villagers up in Bruma as a Werewolf. There was certainly a Werewolf here in Skingrad, one who didn't like those men at all. Which probably meant those men were Vampires, or Bloodseeker agents. Thorin didn't mind the Bloodseekers, in fact, he wished they would wipe out his race and give him a cure. But there's a reason why they're called "Bloodseekers".

This Werewolf was dangerous, and Thorin had to stop him. Surely he hadn't left Skingrad yet, Werewolves are too proud. They'd stick around to see the aftermath of their actions. As Thorin sat there, pondering, something in the distant forest caught his eye. Lights. Torches, actually. Hundreds of them. Thorin's mouth dropped agape, as he finally understood. Bloodseekers were invading the town. Oh yes, there were were Werewolves and Vampires in town. And Bloodseekers were coming. This was not good news to Thorin.
Damn, just as I was about to go looking for this Werewolf!
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Kat Stewart
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 2:36 pm

Faolin rose the next morning with a grim look on his face. He didn't enjoy stalking his predators. I still need someone to help us with this blood-dealing case. He headed out to Skingrad to try to find out more about this werewolf from last night. To his amazement he was the only one who had seen the werewolf enter the house. Besides that other werewolf who was nearby. Maybe I should try to find him. But where do I start. And I think the civilians here are starting to wonder why I'm asking questions about last night. The only thing I can do right now is go to the scene again. If I sneak in I'll have more time then I had last night.

He climbed in through a second story window and made sure no one else was in the house. He found the vampires body again. No doubt a werewolf did this. He searched for clues but could find none. I've hit a dead end. Looks like I'll just have to tell my squad leader. Maybe I should take care of that other vampire that got away last night, the one who bought the vial of blood. But before I do that I better report back to my squad leader. And so he did. His squad leader agreed that investigating the werewolf was a dead end.
"I'll inform one of the other squads who specialize in werewolf hunting." the squad leader said.
"Sounds like a better idea." Faolin replied.
"I guess you're off for the day, go and have some fun."
"But shouldn't I kill that other vampire while the sun is still out? I know where he resides."
"No wait until tomorrow, you deserve it."
"Thank you sir." And so Faolin exited the tent and let his instinct take him around the Bloodseekers camp...
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 8:45 am

Name: Synthius Darius
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Birthsighn: The Mage
Age: 27
Personality:Cruel and delites in others pain.

Class: Necromancer
Specialization:Magic
Skills: Destruction, conjuration, Restorartion

Height: Bit shorter than normal
Weight: 130 Lb
General apearance: Skin color is fleshy pale, hair is black, Very weak and sickly, His face is usually has stains of blood.

Armor: Black necromancer robes stained in blood, and a black hood with the scarf to keep the horrible smells out.
Weapons: A black rusted shortsword used to cut corpes and the like. Also has a walking staff with a welknyd stone attached for light
Enchanted Items:Has a amualet with fortify strength
Misc. A black soul gem

Toward the Law: Despises it for not letting him use the graveyard
Toward the nine:Hates it and does not believe in it
Toward legal guilds: Fine with most except the mages guild
Toward the Empire: Ignores them
Towards vampires: Finds them facsinating and great test subjects.
Towards Bloodseekers: Hates them and wants them all dead
Towards werewolves: Ignores them
Towards Necromancers: fine with them, prefers privacy

OOC: Was aproved.
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~Amy~
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:37 am

OOC:Cool character. You should probably put an intro though. :-0
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SaVino GοΜ
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:55 am

OOC:*Sigh* This is the second role-play of Bebop's I've seen go down the drain. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone is going to post or if this one will fail just like that path of the assassin one.
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Jack Bryan
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:20 am

OOC:*Sigh* This is the second role-play of Bebop's I've seen go down the drain. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone is going to post or if this one will fail just like that path of the assassin one.


Oh my..... drama-much? It's hardly down the drain.

People have lives which they like to live, and 14 hours (or so) since the last IC post is hardly anything to be worried about.

RP's can go days without anyone posting, then come right back into it again. It the holidays and people are probably away and busy right now.

So just calm down, okay?
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Noely Ulloa
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:18 am

Forreal.
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Killah Bee
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:40 am

OOC: :-0 Well to tell the truth, I apologize, I wasn't aware that role-plays are like that. But the last role-play Bebop made got locked so I kind of got worried there for a minute. And yes I am aware that people have lives as I probably wont be on for the next couple days. :-0

EDIT:OOC: My bad guys....jeez.
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Claire Vaux
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:30 am

Synthius strode down the dark hallway of his lair. His hnds full of important items for raising the dead.He walked past the torture chambers, smiling as the prisoners choaked on their own blood. Each of the prisoners were all full of pain and misery, all wishing they were dead. Being tortured by him is by far worse than death. They tortured until they die, and when they die, he resurects them tortures them until hes done. They then become used for his minions.

Upon reaching a stone slab with an unreconizable corpse, Synthius placed the items in the apropiat position. He opened an old tome full of necromancer rituals. He picked up a filled black soul gem and cast a spell on the corpse, draining the black soul gem. The magic seeped life into the corpse. It groaned as it regained life. Another minion of his was made to help strike down the hated bloodseekers. He cast a spell on the zombie to gain control, spending all his remaining magicka. The zombie was completely under his control. He commanded it to the other minions.

Synthius walked down silently to where he keeps his potians. He entered the dark room, useing only his dimly lit staff for light. He looked over a table with potians on it. He picked one up, and took off the cap and drank the potian down. He could feel the power flow back through him.

Synthius was completly tired, as he has been working all day makeing more servants. He wandered into his bed chambers, takeing off his robes, neatly folding them and placing them on a chest. He climbed into his bed, puleing his covers over him, he fell asleep.
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Sam Parker
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:34 am

Skingrad, Downtown

Thorin ducked behind a low wall as a Bloodseeker patrol passed by.
What the hell are they doing here In Skingrad? Was it the Werewolf attack that drew them?
The nimble wood elf hopped up the wall, and ran away from the streets, towards a blanket that hung from a high window, fluttering in the wind. He grabbed hold of it, and swung up to the to of the building. There, he drew his bow, and got on his chest. It was well into the morning now, and the troops had arrived in Skingrad. They met no complications with the guards, easily forcing their way in with a Legion pass.
"Damn it, this is NOT good!"
Thorin was about to leap from the roof to another building, when a low hiss caught his attention. He whirled around to see a tall, slender figure, adorned in black robes. But not those of a Necromancer.
A Vampire!

Thorin aimed his bow, and spoke in a demanding voice.
"Stay your weapon or I will be forced to bring you down!"
The Vampire replied with a hiss, and shot forth a bolt of lightning. The athletic Wood Elf rolled to the side, avoiding the blast. He fired a volley of arrows, all missing the Vampire as it jumped ten feet into the air. It landed atop Thorin, and slashed open his elven Armor. Thorin drew his fine steel dagger, and lunged the blade into the Vampire's chest. It hit something hard, likely metal. The Vampire sneered, and raised it's claw. Thorin pushed with all his might, and managed to roll out from under the creature.
"You have no idea who you're messing with!" shouted Thorin, followed by a faint whisper, a magical spell that undid his ring's enchantment. Suddenly, he transformed into a massive hazel-colored Werewolf, with bulging biceps and red eyes. His armor remained on, thanks to it's elastic properties. Thorin jumped forward, his huge claws outstretched, a roar bursting from his jaws.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:41 am

Faolin soon grew tired of wandering around the bloodseekers camp so he wandered into town eager to find something to do. He walked around for an hour or so without any luck. Man today's a boring day. I'm tempted to almost just go and kill that one vampire from the other night. But I have been asking for a day of rest so I my as well spend it wisely and not working. Faolin wandered around Skingrad for another hour and still, without any luck, he could find nothing to do. Bored and with nothing else to do he climbed up on a roof and decided to slip on his goggles to see what lay around him. Nothing out of the normal here. Just humans.... wait a second, there seems to be something green... A werewolf?... and red, theres a vampire with him. They must be fighting! I have to alert someone from the werewolf-hunting squads immediately. I don't want to over-powered fighting a vampire and a werewolf at once. And what is a vampire doing out in the morning?

He climbed down onto street level and searched for one of the bloodseeker partols that he knew were scouting the town. He found one within a minute or to and asked: "Is one of you a werewolf hunter?" he asked the three of them.
"I am sir." one said obviously recognizing Faolin's high rank.
"How much training do you have?"
"I've been training for four years now sir."
"Good enough, come with me. And you too go alert the camp that there is a vampire and werewolf fighting out in the open right now." Faolin and the werewolf hunter climbed up onto the roof-tops and started on there way to where the creatures were. "What's your name werewolf hunter?" Faolin asked.
"Caolis, sir"
"Well Caolis, prepare for a fight." Faolin said as he approached where the vampire and werewolf were. The werewolf jumped foreward, out-stretched his claws, and let out a roar just before Faolin shouted, "Stop beast! Today you will be slayed by the bloodseekers!" Faolin pulled his bow out and prepared to fire at the vampire as Caolis pulled out a steel sword and lunged at the werwolf...
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:08 am

Thorin had almost reached the Vampire by the time two others showed up. The Werewolf glanced around to see two Bloodseekers approaching fast, one with a sword, and another with a bow. Thorin hopped back, avoiding the sword slash. He roared defiantly, hoping to scare the swordsman off, but it had no effect. Instead, Thorin lunged forward, his claws aimed at the man's throat. He didn't like to spill blood, but if it was necessary, Thorin would do it.

OOC: (Subaru, you control the other Bloodseeker, I have decided that I am not allowed to control NPCs that I am fighting.)
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