The Malicious Souls- A Roleplay

BACKSTORY:

The ten hooded priests walked in silence among the misty graveyard. They came upon a large tomb, outside sat a man sitting within a circle of candles. One by one the priests summoned an undead creature to each candle, "Away." Said the man within the candles.
The priest dissapeared into the mist and left the lone man alone surrouned by the undead.
"Banish these foul souls to Oblivion, where they may suffer a fate worse than dead!" The man stood up and raised his arms into the air, chanted several words of song...And the creatures vanished, their bones the only thing left to mark the unholy spot. The man limped away into the mist, leaving a ring to lie in the center of the circle.

65 Years later.

The Imperial Legion let arrows fly from the top of the cliff deep in the lands of Solthstiem, hitting the troops of Goblin invaders below. The Goblins weren't particularily hard to dispatch, they fought among themselves more than the Imperial Legionares.
After several more volleys of arrows the goblins had started to fall back, but one last attack had to be made against the Legions. As if it were a demon from the depths of Oblivion, a makeshift catapult let a volley of rock strike a large amount of soldiers. As the cliff began to crumble, many Legionares got away, but some were not as lucky. At least a dozen fell down, thudding heavily on the snow below.
When they awoke, they saw the spot was a graveyard, years old. One legionare picked up a small ring and examined it, t glowed in his hand for a moment before he summoned ten ages old, undead souls. This ring is pure evil, and need to be destroyed by the priests of Akatosh in the Imperial City, jewel of the Empire.
The Legionares pulled out their weapons and prepared themselves as the Malicious Souls charged into them.

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A roleplay where you play as a member of the Imperial Legion (3 years after Morrowind took place) and have to take a dangerous journey from the depths of Solthstiem all the way to the Imperial City.

If you want to join, PM me your character sheet consisting of the following:
(Legion Ranks are: Rookie, Trooper, and Agent.)

[Now accepting non Legionnaire chars]

Name:______
Race:______
Rank in the Legion:______
Starting Armour:______(You may pick up armour later. Starting armour is always Imperial Chainmail, regardless of rank.Must be approved by me)
Starting Weapon(s)_______(You may pick up weapons later. Same rule for new armour applies)
Skills:_____(Blade, heavy armour, light armour, etc...)
Bio:_____ (Characters background)
Morale:______(If your morale is high, you will fight well, low marale will lower your fighting skills. Improve morale by taking breaks from battle, talking with others)

Rules:


1. Try to keep OOC to a minimum.
2. Try to have good grammar.
3. Character sheets must be PM'ed to me before you post it in this thread.
4. gamesas.com rules (Obviously)

Name: Florig Strong Arms
Race: Nord
Rank In Legion: Trooper
Starting armour: Imperial Chainmail suit with Netch Leather gloves
Starting Weapons: Silver Longsword and an Iron shortbow
Skills: Blade, Light armour, medium armour, block, marksman
Bio: Florig moved away from Skyrim after a tough life living there, he wanted to get away from poverty and the slums of his town, so he moved away to Vvardenfell of Morrowind when he hit the age of 18, his family was a pathetic excuse for life and he didn't care for leaving them behind for the skooma dealers and gangs. On Vvardenfell he did small jobs, helped a merchant here, helped a smithy there, but he wanted action, he decided to join the Imperial Legion. He rose quickly to the rank of Trooper after a brief time stationed near Balmora in Vvardenfell by following orders to the letter, leading squads against raiding bandits and other big tasks. He was eventually stationed to Solthstiem, a home away from home for him....

Name: Sir Geadros of the Legion (sir geadros for short)
Race: Imperial
Age: 78
Class: Imperial Legion Agent
Rank In Legion: Agent
Birthsign: The Warrior

Starting armor: full set of Imperial Chainmail suit
Starting Weapons: Steel shortsword and an Steel Longbow
Skills: Blade, medium armor, block, marksman, armorer, Leadership, Inspirational Speech

Bio: born in the Imperial City of Cyrodiil, Geadros was next in line for the Grand Imperial Legion of the 400, but has been demoted to the Legion, as a Child going up to his teenage years Geadros was trained right in the Grand Legion Academy, when his father died in a raid to break a siege on Skingrad from the Great Goblin Warlords that took siege to Skingrad, only 187 of the 400 came back, and when his sister and brother took his place they were both killed by unknown assassins, when he took there place in the Grand Imperial Legion he dragged them into battles that could not be won, but why he and his men survived was because of the Alliance with the Bosmer, when he sent his men into the mountains to quell the Orc Uprising all his men were killed, during the battle he fled to the imperial city in dishonor and was demoted to the Legion.

Florig was startled at the sight of the creatures and pulled out his blade. He pushed and shoved till he was at the front lines.
"By Stendaar! What are those things!?"
The legions slowly pulled back, but it was too late, the creatures screamed and leapt into the legionares, swinging there ghost blades and spilling blood with every step.
"Fall back!" Shouted one of the few higher ranking legionares.
Sprinting, the legionares fled to the snowy Solthstiem trees, leaving their dead and injured behind.

Florig came to a stop to catch his breath, he couldn't go on, looking into the distance he saw the town of Skaal. Florig put one foot in front of the other and set off into the snowy wastes, leaving his fellow legionares behind.

Geadros and his men traveling to the small town of Skaal to pay the town a visit and seen some undead creatures running towards them.
"What are those things sir?"
they looked as they smelled a foul stench.
"Grab out your bows men, shoot it!" said Geadros
as they shot the undead creatures they never went down.
"keep shooting, hurry!"
then the creature jumped on a legion rookie and was ripping his arms, then 6 more of those creatures appreared.
"draw your swords, and well send things things back to the realm of Oblivion"
when they struck the creatures as they fell so did the legion soldiers who struck them.
"Quickly, Retreat, to the town, we cannot win this battle".
so his men retreated to the small town, only him and 4 out of 10 of his men came back, the rest were turned to the evil creatures.

Geadros and his men kept running but these creatures were just appearing, one jumped on his second commander and then another jumped on two of his men, only him and two troopers were running.

"leave them, we cannot help them now".
as the three ran to the small town the creatures stopped,
and Geadros and two of his men ran to the chapel to catch their breathe.

Florig turned around and drew his sword as the three Legionares came running in the chapel. He noticed one was the Agent Geadros, the other two were troopers.
"Good to see you in one piece." Florig said sheathing his blade.
Geadros walked up to the trooper Florig, "Do you know what those beasts were?" Florig shook his head. "Ok, we will rest here for the night, we'll move out tommorow."

The four Legionares stood in the snowy town, shadows moved just outside the light of the town.
"Lets go." They headed towards the great hall and pushed the doors open...Instead of the Nord hospitality they were greeted by the undead souls rending town guards apart.
"NO!" Florig pulled out his blade and striked at one of the beasts. As his silver longsword struck the creatures skin, he was thrown back against the wall, Geadros ran to him and ordered the two troopers to fight.
"You okay?" Geadros asked, pulling Florig up by the chainmail collar.
"Just great. They have some nifty reflect spells in that armour they do." Florig spat blood to the ground and pulled out his bow. Knocking an arrow he aimed at an exposed spot on the creatures body, as he let go the arrow flew into the creatures side, it let out a bloodcurdling screach and flew up and threw the cieling, it's undead minions flying close behind.

Geadros running to aid his men in battle, while running the creatures were roaring and screeching so loud it was making Geadros go to the ground and holding his head screaming, so did his men.
"AH!" screamed Geadros and making him fall down cold, his two men somehow resisting the screams carrying him to a Small Mages Guild outpost for healing, while they called out to the Nord guards shooting a volley of Silver Arrows at the creatures but as they shot covering them while they carried him to the outpost just in the town square.

a few hours and Geadros was screaming and moaning in his sleep, while he was moaniang and screaming he started thrashing around.
"AH!" waking up sweating and scared, wondering where Florig was.
"Calm Down, and relax" said the Trooper,
"you were just having a bad dream" said his Lt.
"you were out for a few hours sir." said the Healer.
Geadros gets up and sits down near the bed.

Florig sat at the edge of Skaal village, looking out towards the abandoned Thirsk Mead Hall, the direction the beasts flew off to.
"Sir, your friend is awake." Said one of the Skaal honour guards.
"Alright, bring this to him, tell him to drink it." Florig pulled a flask of herbed spider venom, a healing beverage. The Skaal honour guard took the flask and nodded, he headed off towards the town square outpost. Florig sat back down on the soft snow and gazed southwards, towards the island of Vvardenfell. The Red Mountain still looming over the desolate ashlands after years of inactivity.

After awhile Florig sat up as the wind blew heavily, coming signs of a blizzard. The town peoples ran to the homes, shop keepers locked their stores and children abandoned their toys in the snow.
Florig finally made it to the outpost and saw Geadros recoiling with every sip of the foul spider venom beverage.
"This is horrible, what is it?" Geadros asked.
Florig smiled, "Cryodiilic spider venom mixed with guar dung. Don't worry, I added some milk for the taste."
Geadros grimaced and continued to drink the potion.

Geadros finishes drinking the Venom and walks over to the healer,
"hey where is my weapons and armor, and my men?" he siad.
"your armor and weapons are at the smithy, and your men are over at the Great Hall."
Geadros just wearing a white shirt and green felt pants.
He puts on his sheos and looks outside.

"it is windy and snow is blowing, stay inside right now, there is a blizzard."
as night came Geadros lays down and sleeps for several hours until sunrise, he goes outside and looks at the mountains,

"hey, Sir Geadros, here is some money to buy yourself or get your armor repaired."
"thanks." he said to the healer.

as the shops open he walks over to the Smithy.

OOC: Please, any new members would be appreciated.


Florig woke up to find Geadros gone, the guard said he was out to get his armour back. Sitting up, Florig noticed a sharp pain in his back, after pulling out a small metal object from his back he grimaced in pain.
After bandaging his back, he pulled the flesh from the object and looked at it, it was a small golden ring, slightly glowing in the dark room.

"They're coming!"

Florig looked up and pocketed the ring as the honour guard rushed into the room.
"The creatures! They're flying in from the North and South!" He ran back outside, honour guards rushing out with him. Florig laid the ring on a small table and put on his armour and grabbed his blade from his bed.

Name:Natus Infelix.
Race: Imperial
Rank in the Legion: Corporal.
Starting Armour: Legionnaire chainmail with helmet and shield.
Starting Weapon(s): Short silver sword and dagger.
Skills: Heavy armour, blade, armorer, block.
Bio: Natus was born in Chorrol, he was part of a big family and on young age he had left his parents and traveled to Bravil, there he started a carreer as a guard, after several years he gained in rank yet he found being a guard boring, catching some thiefs and bandits who surrendered just drained the fun out of it. So he joined the legion and was sent to Morrowind for defending the empire's outskirts.
Morale: Pretty good morale, is willing to sacrifise his life but has the intention to be in bad moods or drunk which make his morale pretty low.

OOC: IC post will follow soon, to sleepy now.

Natus and his friend Silius finaly made their way to the city of Skaal or at least he believed that was the name of the city.
Sulius was moaning about how he missed his family, about his hurten elbow and about the bloody encounters they had made with the undead. Natus sighed and turned to Silius, "Silius, if you won't hold your mouth, the undead will hear you and shread you to pieces, and if they won't then I will, understood?" Sulius nodded and just sighed.
The past few hours had been horrible, seeing legionnaires die is never something to enjoy, but seeing them get killed by their friends who had just turned in undeads was afwul, Natus couldn't get the horrible view out of his mind and slowly grabbed in his bag for some ale. "Aah my good friend, what would I be whitout you?" Natus said more to himself.
Sulius gave him a filthy glare but he was just a soldier and they two were the only ones left of their former squad.
After the ale, Natus was in a way better mood and even a smile appeared on his filty and with blood covered face.

Natus and Sulius entered the town and heard a shout "they're coming."
the smilie on Natus's face dissappeared again "I hope they're talking about our reinforcements and not those undead bastards." Sulius said. "Sulius, do you really think we're that lucky?" Natus said with a grin.
"Well, if fighting hordes of undead in name of the empire makes us lucky then yes."
They both chuckled for a second before they heard something about flying creatures.
"What is happening?" Natus asked to a Nordic legionnaire.

OOC; Just to be clear that Nordic legionnaire is Florig.

"Undead beasts! They seem to be from the depths of Oblivion itself. Come, we must fight!" Florig patted the Imperial on the shoulder and ran off to fight the beasts which were flying over to Skaal village. When Florig reached the edge of the town, he saw all the honour guards were firing arrows and bolts into the sky.
"Fire! We need!-" The captain was cut off as an undead soul picked him up and svcked the very life from him.
"Kill it!" someone yelled. Everyone fored bolts and arrows into the creature and let it fall to the ground, it shriveled up and burst into a flaming carcass.
"The Captain is down!" One of the honour guards ran to the dead captain and checked his body.
"He's dead..." The honour guard stood up and didn't notice the Captian standing up behind him, the undead Captain grabbed the honour guard and bit hiim, turning him into an undead beast.
"Fall BACK!" Everyone ran back or were taken by the undead and converted into undead beasts themselves. Florig looked behind and saw Geadros and the two Legionnaires rushing in behind the undead beasts, cutting then down swiftly....

"Just wonderful". Natus said as he was retreating, he had followed the rest but they were ordered to fall beck before he even had to chance to get close to one.
"Where will we be save?'" He shouted, a slight hint of fear sounded in his voice while he looked back to the flying creatures who were causing death and terror among the legionnair's ranks.

"To the great hall!" One of the guards yelled. They all moved back into the doors and slammed them shut. Florig looked around but saw no sign of his fellow legionnaires.
"Barricade the doors!"
Everyone got supplies and began to barricade the doors, oblivious to the fact that the cieling was still torn open, a blind spot....

Once inside Natus fell down on the ground excausted, running around with heavy armour while being followed by deadly creatures isn't a real walk in the parc.
"Are we save now?" He didn't sheath his sword back for two reasons, one there was still a deadly horde outside waiting to kill them, two he was trapped with a bunch of people he didn't knew so for all he knew they could be killers, zombies or anything else willing to backstab him.
"So now we're trapped in here, why not tell me who in Oblivion are you people?"

Geadros walking over to the smithy, then someone screams, he sees the creatures comeing over the walls, he runs over to the nearest building,
"AH" he screams while trying to barricade himself in the small storage post, him and four others are in there with him,
he looks around and there is a Breton, a Nord, a Orc and an small wood elf,
while all are trying to put more and more crates against the door.
Geadros finds a Silver Claymore and a Silver Long sword, he takes the claymore and sees it has a special enchantment that never reverses or reflects damage, he also sees some old ironed armor and puts it on.
"where are you going" whispered the Orc
"im going to get my Legion Armor, you want to come, then grab that leather peices of armor and put them on" says geadros
the Orc puts on the leather armor.

Him and Geadros or 2 blocks away from the smithy, he goes and looks around the corner and sees the creatures are trying to get into the great hall, he looks again and they are on top of the roof, then him and the orc run across the street to see the smithy only within reach, but as the creatures run towards the storage post he sees they go in a huge pack of 20, he looks back and sees the creatures almost breaking the barricade on the storage post.
"we have to go back and save them" says the orc
"no we have to get my armor, and besides there are way to many of those things, and we'll be outnumbered." says Geadros,

they run to the smithy and breack down the door, he looks and sees a very light peice of chainmail and puts it on and then puts him Legion armor on.

One of the Skaal honour guards spoke up as the heavily armoured Imperial asked who they were, "We are known to be the fiecest warriors on this dreaded rock...Although now, I don't know. Barricade that door for Talos sake!" He rushed off to help his fellow guardsmen.
"Hey." Florig went up to the Imperial, "What's your name?"
The Imperial looked up, "Natus Infelix of Chorrol. Corporal, you?"
"Florig of Skyrim, Trooper rank. That's all you need to know, for now." Florig held out his hand and helped Natus to his feet.

"THEY"RE BREACHING THE DOORS!"

The two Legionnaires looked to the great hall doors as they burst open, souls flying in, changing all within touch into undead beasts....

as he puts his armor on he goes outside and sees they have breached the Great Hall and looks over to the right and sees the nord and the little bosmer lying on the street dead,
"by Akatosh, we have to get out of the city, they have overran it." said geadros as they go towards the City Gates,

the they are intercepted by the creatures but Geadros runns out and Hops on a White horse and rides towards the Capital of the province.

"Retreat!" Florig yelled, slamming aside zombies and other unspeakable beasts aside.
Florig, not looking back, finally got to the doors and leapt outside on the red snow. He looked around and saw the once beautiful, while barbaric, village burning, children and men alike torn apart in the streets by the undead horrors.

Just run.... Florig told himself, but he couldn't, he had to stay and help.
"Geadros! Natus!" Florig looked around, and on the horizon he saw Geadros riding off towards the docks, he presumed he must be trying to reach passage to Vivec.
"Ouch!" Florig felt a buring in his side, he presumed he had been hit by a stray bolt, but pulling the object out he noticed it was the ring, "What the?" Florig slipped the ring on his finger and roared in pain as flame rose all around him, spreading into the village and killing all, friendlies and undead alike.

"WaaAH!" Florig finally managed to pull off the ring, as his vision cleared he saw all were dead, other than Natus and a few other injured soldiers who rose from the rubble.

IC: Natus watched how the man called Florig turned into flames, killing all both legionnaires and undead, somehow Natus was able to not die, he'd never understand how. Once Florig was back normal Natus fell to his knees and planted his hands in the ground and curses loudly.

"What in Oblivion just happened?" He nearly shouted.

Florig droped the ring and fell to the ground, skin charred and peeling. he didn't know how many friendlies had been left alive, but before he went unconcious he caught glimpse of the real destruction, all the buildings were rubble, the snow had been melted into water and fires rose from the land.

Geadros looks back and sees the town and a big explosion of fire, and he also sees two of his troops following him, he stops and they stop.
"where are you going?" said his Corporal
"im leaving this place, im going back to Cyrodiil" says Geadros
Geadros now rides to the border line, and sees fire across the plains of the land
"you should go to the dock, or go back and help Florig, its you choice." says his Private legionare
Geadros looks around and looks back at the city, and then rides towards the docks.

The two of his men ride back to the destroyed town of Skaal, while geadros riding to the docks
"i should leave this terrible place." as he rides to his destination.

its goes into night, he finds a place to sleep until morning, he crawls into a small cavern located under the mountain, he gathers some wood that have fallen outside the cavern and makes a fire and a small bed and looks outside and sees his footprints and covers them up halfway to his cavern.

"there, they won't follow me till morning or till i die." he whispers to himself.
and falls asleep.

Geadros wakes up before sunrises and looks out of the Cavern and is surrounded by the undead creatures he pulls out his sword and they all cover him and looks around to see he is floating in the air and he goes to the ground, a creature picks him up and svcks the life out of him...

He wakes up sweating knowing its just a dream, he lights the fire back up and eats what he has left in his bag.
"that was a crazy nightmare." he says, and looks around and to see his horse come in the cavern.

he falls back asleep and this time he has a wonderful dream...

Florig woke up being drug towards a derelict village, hidden by the fog from the ocean.
"Uhhg, what...What's happening?" Florig asked, brushing his hair from his eyes.
"They'll be back, we have to get out of here." Said the Imperial who Florig noted was Natus.
Finally the very small group made it to the village, surrounded by rocks and a great mine. The group moved through the dark village houses checking all the alleys as they went. Florig noticed some of the signs.

Raven Rock.

Florig shook his head and decided to walk himself. The snow crunched under his feet as he searched the village of Raven Rock, it was hard to believe it was once a colony just as Skaal was. Florig came to a large house, it seemed darker than the others for some reason, a great evil lied inside, Florig felt it in his gut.
"I'm going in.." Florog said, pulling out a torch and lighted it with a small match. Florig stuck out his arm and pushed the door inward, it creaked and casted shadows over the walls. As he passed room to room he finally found a staircase, the floor above him creaking. Step by step, Flirig went up and up until he reached the landing.
"Hello?" Florig whispered.

Nothing.

Florig moved forward towards a door, blood covering it top to bottom and horrible noises coming from within.