This Tom Min, and the Tom Min from the RP Tamriel Today are not the same. I was simply inspired by this one to create the other one...
In short, this is a creative way for me to turn a dnd person into an oblivion person. The lore I'm using will be a "what if the mage guild hadn't defeated Mannimarco" plot to make it so it could be probable and not complete and utter nonsense in the form of a fan fiction.
I plan to start the story at his death. This may seem stupid, but it's something I haven't tried before!
Also, he is technically only 9 in the present, while he's 7 at the beginning of his past recollection. (Dialogue will start out svckish and will slowly work its way into good health?)
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Tom looked at the hooded figure, then back at the tiled board in front of him with miniature hand-carved figures on it? "So this is? a knight? And he can move in the shape of an L?"
"Yes" The voice seemed to hold no emotion, a slight echo of the word fading in the distance of the foggy realm?
"Ok? So if I beat this you'll let me go back home, correct?"
"No"
"Then why are we playing this?" His voice raised as he seemed to be going nowhere with the conversation at hand?
"Because, you have to?"
"What if I don't want to?"
"you have to?"
Tom sighed as he lifted up the chess piece, moving it. He planted it firmly on the board, and seemed to retreat back into his memory?
When the arch mage's apprentice was killed off, the guild went into chaos. Necromancers invaded every corner of Cyrodiil, and slowly reformed it in an image they saw fit? Whole towns were wiped out, and the people of Cyrodiil who were lucky enough to survive fled to the imperial city.
The undead magic used to create the zombie seemed to backfire, and the zombies gained a mind of their own. Seeing the minor fault, Mannimarco stopped his siege on Cyrodiil, feeling the zombies would pose a large enough threat to whoever remained in the city? He was right?
People were bitten on their way to the city, and without proper healing, the infection caused by the zombies spread through the body? While most warriors and assassins were unaffected by this as they had built up immunities, the civilian population was decimated, and the disease quickly spread. Eventually, even the imperial city fell, and the last line of defense, "The Fortress," Chorrol, remained?
The undead menace seemed to find its way inside even the city, and finally, only a handful of the original inhabitants were able to hold off the zombies. People were continuously approaching "The Fortress" though, seeming to think it was a safe haven. Few of them would survive the zombie attacks, and even fewer would survive the rowdy locals?
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Tom slowly entered the boarded house to see an Altmer in a purple dress, a small creature that looked like a fat snake with wings and tiny arms was flying around her, seeming to speak common?