It has been twenty years after the Oblivion crisis, and much has changed. With a unstable empire trying to keep itself in balance, many laws have been broken right under the Legion's nose, mainly minor ones such as Daedra Worship, taking from Dwemer ruins, and resting in public areas.

However, a group of House Redoran soldiers were recently sent deep into the ruins of Old Mournhold to investigate rumors of dark practices happening. A week after, it was not they that emerged... but many golblins, and dwemer machines. They attacked the city for a day, slaughtering many unprepared citisens until the Ordinators and Imperial Soldiers forced them back.

You are going into the ruins, for what ever may be your purpose, wether you seek to investigate why this has happened, or to find the riches of the dwemer, werever it may be. One thing is clear. It shall be dark, dangerous, and you will indeed want companions.


Rules: If by now you dont know the basic rules, please dont bother PMing me. You can have a total of three characters. No vampires or werewolves until we get deeper into the story. Explain in your CS why your character is entering the ruin. Romance is alright, but I dont see where one would find time to do so in sewers and beyond.

PM me if you have any questions, for I do not want any bulk.

Heres CS format


Name:

Age

Race:

M/F:

Physical Description:

Mental (calm or hyper kinda stuff):

Reason why you are coming:

Class:

Sign:

Equipment (things you carry besides combat equipment):

Weapons (You may have, two one hands, one two hand, or a one hand and shield, along with ranged):

Armor:

Name: Adire

Age: 26

Race: Breton

M/F: Female

Physical Description: A medium height beautiful young girl, she has blonde hair that reaches just under her shoulder blades and blue eyes that sparkle the colour of blooming bleubells. Her left hip sports a blue tattoo of a bird in flight.

Mental (calm or hyper kinda stuff): Calm but is willing to do anything for the greater good. Occasionally goes to far when she wants something or to save someone.

Reason why you are coming: She wanted to find dwemer ruins, schematics and mechanisms. (Did I forget to mention that she loves mechanics and blacksmithing.)

Class: Slightly Nightblade-ish

Sign: The Steed

Equipment (things you carry besides combat equipment): A Bestiary of all the animals or creatures she has encountered. An ancient compass, a map of all Cyrodiil. 4 potions of cure all health. A grappling hook. Finally, a whetstone.

Weapons: A crossbow made of a silver/ebony alloy with a waist quiver (75 bolts in there...)with a cap that straps on. An elven shortsword emblazoned with diamonds. And black silver wristblade, and many small blades in brown leather holsters all over her body, hidden under her coat, which she takes off in battle.

Armor: A pair of black leather gloves that reach her elbows and are fingerless. A sleeveless black leather coat which reaches the back of her knees, it has silver plates at cruical points on her body, two of them forming points on her shoulders which she uses to ram enemies with. A grey shirt underneath and the rest of her armour is black leather.
Sign: ?

Name:Jyrath

Age: 23

Race: Brangaar

M/F: Male

Physical Description: Tall, big muscled, ape like fur that is a light brown colour but has a big black patch on his stomach from a necromancer's fireball, he has metallic looking gold eyes.

Mental (calm or hyper kinda stuff): Eagre for battle but otherwise calm.

Reason why you are coming: For battle and riches

Class: The Warrior

Sign: The Garnil (The Warrior and possesed by the spirit of dagon but made incredibly weak to magic.)

Equipment (things you carry besides combat equipment): A rope with grappling hook, a compass, a ancient dwemer teleportation device, a book on all of Cyrodils creatures incase of an encounter, a map of Cyrodil and his companion a rare albino lynx named Lyson.

Weapons (You may have, two one hands, one two hand, or a one hand and shield, along with ranged): A enchanted half axe half mace that glows a luminous silver when magic users are near, it has a cold fire in battle from a gem found in a cave in the Jeral Mountains and the enchantments put on by myself are drain health and feather. This weapon is two handed and forged in Morrowind. My ranged weapon would be a throwing axe with the words "Live quick Die slow" carved onto the side which means live a short life but die slowly.

Armor: My armor is custom made and is a Pure black with crimson markings on it, the armor is suprisingly light for its size and looks to be made of reshaped daedric armor but is changed to fit myself perfectly, its helmet has a slit for the eyes and nose but the eyes and nose are hidden behind a specail material only found in Valenwood that lets the person breath through but glows a intimedating blood red. It has spikes on the shoulders and forearms so it can tear people apart.

Come on people! Reply, Im getting bored sitting here!

We will start sometime tommorow or friday. Guess I need to make my CS ))

Awesome...

Name:Aralor

Age: 37

Race:Dunmer

M/F:M

Physical Description:Slightly above average height, with a few battle scars.

Mental (calm or hyper kinda stuff): Calm

Reason why you are coming: To save Almalexia's city!

Class: Tribunal Priest

Sign:Thief(from morrowind, not oblivion)

Equipment (things you carry besides combat equipment):2 torches, a book, 50ft of rope, a tinderbox, flint and steel

Weapons (You may have, two one hands, one two hand, or a one hand and shield, along with ranged):A steel spear with a steel dagger for defense.

Armor:Steel armor concealed beneath a robe.

Spells(you forgot to add this): a few simple healing, reflect, and shield spells, with a heal other spell.

edit: somehow forgot to add name and age

Name: Daridius

Age: 27

Race: Dunmer

M/F: Male

Physical Description: Daridius is well built and boasts an athletic body. He is fairly tall, coming in at 6'2". His eyes are a dark red

Mental: He is very calm and believes in the power of listening over speech itself. He prefers to hear what people have to say and believes that "It is better to have the world think you a fool than to open your mouth and prove them right."

Reason why you are coming: Daridius has always hunted goblins as they are a threat to the wilderness he so dilligently protects. He knows goblin tendencies and studies his prey often. He believes he can help the team going in by providing information, or in the very least, judgement.

Class: Scout

Sign: The Steed

Equipment: Daridius carries with him a journal, a mortar and pestle, and a very detailed map that he has added to himself. He also carries a carving knife.

Weapons: He only carries a Wooden bow and wooden arrows the he carves himself or elven arrows.

Armor: The dunmer wears a dark brown leather outfit, which is covered by a dark green cloak.

[okay this is my first it's not going to be as good as yours but here it goes....]

Name: Panthar the cheat

Age: 20

Race: Kajiitt

M/F: Male.

Physical Description: 6 feet tall and 150 LBS. His fur is orange and he has a long mane put into a pony tail. He has tons of piercings on each ear. His whole bodey is covered with battle scars as well but you barely see them because of the fur.

Mental: He is a little crazy. But is calm most of the time.

Reason why you are coming: For the rush of battle and riches.

Class: Barbarian

Sign: The warrior

Equipment : Carries a torch, lock picks, a few bottles of cheap wine, a few portions of skooma, and a copy of 'The lusty argonian maid'. He also has his pet dog 'Brute' who walks by his side and will do anything to protect him and alert him of danger.

Weapons: A steel long sword. And a small of bag of sand to blind his opponent in battle.

Armor: A black outfit made out of leather, chain mail, and some steel. It is not super light but light enough to be considered light armor.

Name: Ivan Durnharrow

Age: 22

Race:Bosmer

M/F:M

Physical Description:Short blond hair, blue eyes, no scars.

Mental (calm or hyper kinda stuff): A calm twenty two year old who is willing to die for others.

Reason why you are coming: After seeing many slaughtered at the hands of the underdwellers, Ivan choose to take up the call to arms and aid the city in finding out what happened.

Class: The Ranger

Sign: The Tower

Equipment (things you carry besides combat equipment): A bag of bread, twentyft rope, and a journal with quill.

Weapons (You may have, two one hands, one two hand, or a one hand and shield, along with ranged): He carries two one handed sabers, a arrow, and a quiver with 200 arrows.

Armor: Black bonemold armor under a green cloak, padded leather gloves and boots.

From this point on, PM me if you wish to join. ))

A call to arms: The Temple is looking for anyone willing to go deep under Mournhold and find the source of those that attacked our city, and make sure this never happens. If you will take up the call to arms, head to the Great Bazzar's theatre at six in the morning of the twenty-fourth for more information.


The young ranger sighed, looking the flyer over. He had been in Mournholde for two weeks now, the first was just three days to stock up before continuing his road to Vvardenfall, but then came the attack. The next day, they put up the flyer, and so Ivan had been waiting. It was now the morning of the twenty-fourth, the day those that would take up the call would gather.

Grabbing his bag and checking to see he had all his supplies, the ranger exited the inn quietly, setting some money on the counter. He looked up at the sky, a dark blue color. Mist rested on the city of Mournholde today.

"Well.." he said, beginning to walk toward the Great Bazaar, "Its a beautiful day."

Panthaar had just got out of jail yesteray for mugging an elderly dunmer man. He's been in mournhold for a few days and all ready got arrested. Most of his possessions were confiscated but he was able to hide a few portions of skooma. On the bright side he was happy to be reunited with his dog, Brute.

Panthar ingested a bottle of skooma and cheap wine while reading the flyer over and over sitting on the bed of the inn with his dog. The stoned kajiit leaned back and muttered, ''we better find something good in the ruins or i'm going to go more more inane then I already am.''

Panthar and his dog left the iin.. leaving fake gold on the counter. He also stole an expensive bottle of wine for the road. He then realized he was low on real gold... he walked up to a blond bosmer (Ivan) and said...
''Greetings my names Panthar. I customize weapons... just pay me 300 gold, give me your favorite weapon and I'll have it upgraded for you the next day... sounds good, no?''

Ivan raised, continuing to walk, "Erm.. no thank you sir.' he said, trying to sound as nice as possible "I like to keep my weapons in my own hands."

As if he would trust some stranger with his two beloved swords. He sighed, pulling out the flyer and looking at it again, "Hey. Do you know how to get to the Bazaar? I do not know much about this city."

Daridius walked around the outskirts of the city. He had come from the banks of the Panther River, after he had finished a goblin hunt. The hunt took two days, but eventually, the Dunmer had tracked them down deep into a cave. When he heard about the attack on Mournhold and that it was goblins that attacked, he wanted to help. He knew more about goblins than most people and decided he would go see who would show up and how he could fit in to the group.

After he circled the city, he went in, making sure put his bow on his back before he unintentionally threatened anyone. "Where is th Bazaar, sir?" He asked a guard, stationed at the gate. The guard pointed him in the right direction and he carried on. When Daridius entered, it was empty, so he planted himself at a table and waited patiently, hoping that this was not all that would show up...

Aralor woke up early this morning and went about his morning prayers, then went to the bazaar proptly at 5:50 and looked around, there was only one other person there. Seeing only one other person at the bazaar he sat down with him and said "greetings, my name is Aralor. Are you here for that call to arms message?"

OOC: this is my first RP on the forums so tell me if i'm doing anything wrong.

OOC: Not trying to be a jerk, just wanting to help since it's your first time. But, don't mention another character's name unless you have already been introduced to them. Other than that, it's fine. Just try to make posts a little longer and more detailed.

IC: Daridius at the other Dunmer that had just walked in the room "Yes, I am. I came, hoping more than I would show up." He then changed his tone to a sarcastic manner "Now that there's two of us, are you ready?" He chuckled at the thought of taking on a goblin army with two men. "My name is Daridius. I am a goblin-hunter and sometimes, a scout for the Imperial legion if they so need my services." He then studuied the other Dunmer. "You are dressed as a priest. Is that coincidence?"

OOC: Haha my post was kinda short too, so I guess I should follow my own criticism. :-p

Ivan sighed, shaking his head and continuing to walk, "Never mind. I will just find a guard." He continued to read the flyer, moving through the city until at last he bumped into a Ordinator, more on accident then intentional.

"My apologies." Ivan said, turning, the Ordinator passing a glare.

"Watch where you are going N'wah!" it replied with irritation.

"Do you know where the Bazaar is?" Ivan said, the Ordinator scowling.

"Your standing in it." is all he said before leaving Ivan, the ranger sighing. He looked down the street, the stage slightly visible in the mist. He walked to the area, spotting two others at a table. He propped himself against a wall, listening to there conversation.

Adire stepped through the large wooden city gate and turned her head towards a guard, sheathing her wrist blade.
"Protect and serve. How may I help you ma'am?" The Imperial armour clad man said, Adire simply said.
"Where is the bazaar please?" Shaking her hips a little, she had read the flyer for searching the ruins of Old Mournhold the day before. The guard seemed to loose himself for a moment, staring at her.
"Err...over there miss." He stammered, pointing to a pair of double doors in the distance. Adire muttered her thanks and set off at a pace, readjusting her two straps of holstered blades under her coat hat formed a cross below her chest.

She noticed two figures sitting at a bench, thinking they were waiting for the same as her, she went and sat with them.
"Greetings, I suppose you are waiting for the same as I?"

Ivan looks to the newcomer silently, examining her over. It was not often he saw female fighters, so she momentarily caught his attention. He then set his eyes back toward the floor, letting out a sigh.

"Might as well get something to read." he muttered to himself, digging into his bag and pulling out a book with a red cover.

Panthar examined everyone around him. ''Hey everyone my names Panthar... and I'm just a kajjiit who likes to fight. Since we're going to be fighting along side we may as well introduce our selves. Oh and this is my dog Brute... he probably won't bite. Anyone else care to say something about their selves?'', said Panthar trying to hide that he's drunk and a little high on skooma.

Ivan's eyes shot toward Panthar, "Uh.. Im Ivan. I dont talk much, and expect to be dead before this is over. You ok there?" he said with a little concern, eyeing the Khajiit carefully.

''Haha.... I'm fine, Ivan'' said Panthar Collapsing on the nearest bench, ''anyone else?''

"Alright then. Going to need to be fit for this." Ivan said, pulling out a loaf of bred and raising it toward the Khajiit, "Hungry?"

''No thanks. I'm good.'' said panthar. Brute then jumped up at ivan trying to get piece of bread. ''HEY. NO!'' said panthar pulling his dog back., ''sorry about that, ivan. He didn't get any did he?''