Ribbons and streamers overpopulate the skies as the Imperial Festival once again brings happiness to the world! It is 4E 2, and it is the second anniversary of the closing of the last Oblivion Gate. Everyone flocks to the colovian plains west of the Imperial City to bask in the joy that magically radiates from it, and participate in the endless festivities. Children run madly with fake swords and weapons, carrying on epic wars that cover the entire two acres of festivities; a mere beggar pays a single coin to participate in the endless buffets and feasts that are held and is able forget his hunger; mages all across the world are brought to show off their magic genius in front of the world. Ah, and all the rows and columns of games, contests, and endless joy! A child steps up to test the accuracy of his bow, impressing the crowd with his prodigious skill; a Warriors' Guild member arm wrestles with an Orc bouncer in front of hundreds of people, each of them supporting their own champion; beasts are gathered from all over the nation, where the mightiest of warriors are put against them one-on-one to take on the onslaught of monsters. And for a week, everyone bathes in bliss. All is right in the world, and there is not a care even in the depths of a single mind...
Cries of happiness soon twist into sickening, deafening cries of pain and torture as a sudden explosion rocks the festival, sending everything in every direction. People simply watch as the smoke billows into the sky, burning the streamers and ribbons like they were nothing. Everyone then runs from the explosion, fearing for their lives. Another explosion rocks the festival, sending wood and people sky-high. Bliss turns into hysteria as everyone attempts to flee the sudden destruction...
A corp of approximately twenty men and women garbed in black robes and white masks make their way through the crowd. Everyone flees from them as they make their way calmly through the hysteria. Swords flicker and blood sprays, bodies are trampled and children are lost...The sky turns black with smoke and the fires tower over the people like titans, ready to consume them at their own will. Hundreds and thousands of people flee to no avail as this blood-thirsty group makes their way through the destruction, slaughtering everyone like pigs. Bliss is forgotten as quickly as worries previously were.
And just when the climix of the destruction passes...everything grows still. Hysteria turns into calm recuperation, grievance and mourning. "What have we done to deserve this!?" The people cry. They are as angry at the Council as they are at the gods. It was a time to forget their earlier destruction, not relive it.
The Council is outraged, both at their guards at the event, and the situation itself. They want answers, they want this "group" found. They want to know who they are, and what they want. They send out letters to the most famous and infamous people of all time, hoping that they can come together and put their skills to the test, and find these people.
The reward? The Council is able to scrap up 1,000,000 septims for each person that responds to the letter and helps track this down.
Now...all they can do is wait...
So, what do you think?
It will be sort of like a Dungeon Master, without the dungeon. A mix of mystery, adventure, and action, as the RPer can create the ultimate hero (or villain) of his or her dreams and send them on some righteous (or greedy) quest. Perhaps they want revenge? Perhaps they want to join this group, lead them? Who are they anyways?
Feedback, please, that is the whole reason this thread is here in the first place.