This was the original thread for second invasion, feel free to read this if you want to know precisly what is happening












this is an idea that I think people may like and I will TRY (note the word TRY) to stick with: I've noticed a lot of you like RPing so I am creating this forum RP in the hopes to get myself active in these forums again XD, also note that this is not going to be very lore related so you could be a ninja monkey if you want to stick with it lol...


The story: ten years after the death of the emporer and the great hero saving us all (or so we think), Ocato has called a group of adventurers to service Cyrodil. The great hero didn't completely destroy the seige of the Oblivion masses of deadra and dremora but only prolong it. A new gate, unlike all others, has now opened up in the far off corners of the Jerall Mountains. (ignore the stupidity of it but it had to be different lol [img]http://i405.photobucket.com/albums/pp139/Gatalis/-240552375-1.jpg[/img] -image) He wants you to investigate this far off area and find out whats going on at all costs as the current arch mage has sent out his finest scholars and defenders to gaurd the gate and keep it from expanding any more then it has but what hope is there for lowly adventurers?

You will notice that Cyrodil is much different then it once was, a mass outbreak of polymorphic hemophillia has ocured in skingrad, a necromancer has accidently created a cross breed of a bear and zombie, imps have become very frisky ass of late. Cyrodil in general is much more dangerous then it once was and so the locals have adapted new ways of fighting and cross breeds are no longer looked down apon (as much).

once more note of caution is that we will be using as close to "real time" as possible in an rp so you can't scale Cyrodil in 2 days ok? (and the border marks aren't there either lol)



character setup (this is the setup for the character you will use in this RP, I will use mine as an example)

name: Lorn Rocklaner

race: nord with a slight bit of orcish blood in there from his ancestors

class: grangoris ( a mix of fighter and barbarian with a few clerical spells in there) (classes don't exactly apply but can be used)

proficiancies: (these aren't his "major skills" they are just skills he is good at since it would be anoying aplying the leveling system to an RP)
large weapons (hammers, claymores, and large axes)
heavy armours
minor healing skills
running (athletics)
jumping

ocupation: wanderer with ocasional fighters guild buisness

personality: surprisingly mild attitude for a nord but still angry or cheerfull

background info: to be found out

diseases: (vampire, werewolve, zombification, helljoint, aids, etc.) isn't addicted to mead but if he drinks it, he can't stop until he is either broke or too drunk to stand up at which point he is usually robbed anyways.

anthing else needed: he isn't the rich, but he sold his underground mansion to live the life of a wanderer as he found it anoying to dress in noble clothes and watch his mage try and create a cow or pig as they were in high demand...

also he is a bit of a womeniser at times and has no regrets about hitting on a different race, excluding argonians (he doesn't like the scales but he isn't predjudice towards argonians though)

finally he has a steed named greenleaf as even though it is washed a brushed daily, it has berry stains that won't come out and leaves seem to like to get all over him (just an insight onto why they call him Greenleaf)

picture/apearance (optional): [img]http://www.gamebanshee.com/oblivion/races/images/nord.jpg[/img] (ohh ya, total steal!!!) just with heavy silver armour on and a very large deadric hammer)

overall morality: neutral good


Lorn arrived at the imperial city to hear about the call for help. (sorry but I'm a bit shabby as it has been about a month since I last started an RP)



one more note before I try to stay in-character: you don't have to join at the begining, you can be wandering the roads and join us or something...



(RP rules)

it is unlimited meaning you can join in at any time

please don't take control of another persons character without their permission

you don't have to be litterate (really well detailed and such) unless you want to but don't use txt tlk



major/minor faction Positions: only one person may be these and note that these may/may nto be harder then a regular character as you have a whole faction to watch over (excluding a few)
listener: open
master of the fighters guild: open
arch mage: open
knights of the nine comander: PaladinOfTheNine
order of virtueous blood leader: open
head priest/priestess of any church: all open
thieves guild doyen: open
gray fox: open (I don't think people being the gray fox is a good idea because it may take away from the RP but if you want to you can)
grand champion: open
others may be choosen but you need to tell me if you want them up here or not...

Wow. This looks really awesome, dude. But I don't have time right now to play. Is teher a deadlien for making a chracter and joing in? I'd love to if I have time later on. Thanks.

Sounds neat. This almost looks like a fan fiction type of idea. Have you checked out the TES Fan Fiction Forum? Not really my cup of tea, but it seems like a lot of similar fun things over there. :foodndrink:

Ashina would kill me if she knew I was going to enlist her into helping Cyrodiil. Luckily, she's not real :foodndrink:

Name: Ashina Zelaku
Race: Ashlander
Class: Ashkhan
Talents:

Marksman
Blade (especially two-handed weapons)
Block
Conjuration
Destruction
Illusion
Alchemy

Occupation: Ashkhan and experienced guerrilla leader
Personality: Warm and cheerful on the surface, but cold and calculating amongst anyone. A ruthless negotiator and warrior, single-minded to the point of obsession, who, despite her promiscuity, takes her role seriously and takes pride in her work.
Background Info: Her tribe was exiled to Cyrodiil because their raids became an irritant for the Imperial Legion forts on Vvardenfell, and when they were finally exiled by force, resulting in the murder of Ashina's father, the ashkhan, instead of lead them to Cheydinhal as she was instructed, she led them into the wilderness and began a guerrilla campaign that lasted for years. She has inflicted some stunning defeats on the Imperial Legion with her use of bizarre tactics, magic, and inspiring her own soldiers by reciting ancient prophecies. Her sister, the wisewoman, has taught her how to cast spells and make potions, and although she has only taken an interest in a few types of magic she has mastered those she has taken an interest in to perfection. She is well-read and educated, but keeps the old ways of the Ashlanders, combining them with modern ideas.
Anything else needed: Don't hit on her sister. Ever. Ashina may go with you, if you're an Ashlander, but her sister will sweep you off of your feet. With spells.
Picture: http://ashinazelaku.webs.com/ashina.htm.
Overall morality: Depends on whose perspective that's from, doesn't it. To include both, I'll say she's somewhere between a freedom fighter and a mass-murdering *****.

I'm not the play two-or-more characters at the same time (What can I say, my imagination isn't multi-tasking), so even though it looks fun and interesting I'll to pass for the moment. If it's still going on sometime later when my current character has stalled or whatever, I'd love to jump in.

Gallowglass, there's no "ashlander" race. Ashlanders are nothing but dark elves that lives in little camps in the Ashlands "the old Dunmer way". That's like if you were born in a town instead of a city, then you wouldn't be human

Name: Arthur Codill

Race: Redguard

Class: Assasin

Proficiancies: Long swords, combat knifes/daggers, sneak, light armor, athletics, acrobatics.
Minor but still notables: Mercantile, Speechcraft.

Personality: VERY Cold. Cold enough to unnerve even people like Lucien Lachance. However, although sounds unexpected, he shows total loyalty to his friends.

Background info: Born in the (in)famous Codill Clan of Skaven (Hammerfell), Arthur has, like the rest of his family, a natural talent for war, murder and assasination, along with many forbidden Codill Clan's magic techniques that gained them fame, but also terror and distrust from all the other people from Hammerfell. He was abandoned in the wilderness at the of 6, as there are the Clan's tradition, to allow their children to mature with fighting and survival training, and avoid that their children could inadventently kill their parents with their uncontrolled powers.

Characteristic weapon: "Teeth of Sithis", a powerful black-red eyed katana that has the power of sending a soul to the Void. It's unknows what's the reason behind the activation of this curse, but some say that it devours a soul when it find one of special worth for it, or simply when it's hungry.

Occupations: Skooma producer and trader. Owner of 2 vineyards.

Diseases: Due to the pure Yokudan blood running though the veins of all his family, he's inmune to disease.

Overall morality: Difficult to determine. He does what he wants, but the other people would call it "bad".

Economy: Codill's family is EXTREMELY rich. 5 millions of septims (Arthur's current cash) is barely "small money to take some coffee" for them.

I know, but it is a cultural group

So like how would we do this? make up a story or something with are oblivion chars? (sorry new to this RP stuff)

((well the high chancelor (sorry for mispelling it but forgot how and don't want to word check right now) called for adventurours so you could be heading to the imperial city, in the imperial city, etc. ))

I think I see how this will work. We are all given a mission, and have to discuss it, then actually act it out, if that's the right word for it (what, I'm a Gaelic-speaker, we don't use loads of words that mean the same thing)? Then allow me to try and get this started:

Ashina woke from her sleep, having engulfed herself in the rich-coloured duvet with its interwoven floral patterns, embroidered with bizarre geometry. The patterned sunlight fell onto her eyes, through the blind that hung across the window. She blinked, trying to adjust to the light, glad that she could at last see the room in daylight and that the torch she had been given must have gone out. She would not have to take it back downstairs to be extinguished now, which would undoubtedly have lead to a conversation over breakfast, so she could make haste to the meeting of adventurers that the committee had organised on behalf of the Elder Council.

She had no trouble getting out of bed. She'd never been a fan of staying in with so many opportunities ready for her. She simply threw on the robes that must have been thrown on the bed by one of her guards, which were comfortable and loose - perfect for the mild weather. The blue silk and gold decoration suited the light, silvery blue shade of her Dunmer skin perfectly. It showed a lot of skin, sure, but all the better, really. It was a hot day, and the foreign custom of keeping everything you had under either steel or cotton was not compatible with her logic, or her hormones.

The only thing she covered her upper body with, besides the loose silk clothing, which had a slice down the middle from her neck to her waist, was an amulet she took with her everywhere. It was ebony, of course, like most things that Ashina held dear. Ebony was sacred. But it also appealed to her in the fact the the gem in the centre was brilliant red, like her eyes, which gave a bit of colour to her appearance which otherwise would have been nothing but different shades of blue, besides her eyes and the sticks with which she span her black hair into a high twist.

"Ashkhan!" came a call from outside her bedroom door. "Ashkhan! I've been sent to wake you!"

"It's okay, brother. I'm awake," Ashina replied, not sure as to who the Ashlander had been sent to wake her by and if they were outside the door or not, and as a result addressing the Ashlander formally. She checked her hair in the mirror on the bedside table, then opened the door. The Ashlander was alone.

"No panic," he grinned. "It's just that Assamma-Idan has some concerns about you meeting with representatives of the Elder Council." Ashina bit her lip, trying to hide her frustrating by pretending to think.

"He suspects treachery?" she asked.

"He didn't say. But if you do not choose to speak with him, I've been told to tell you that he will be sending along Camonna Tong bodyguards he hired to guard you. They're waiting outside the hotel for you." Ashina could have groaned. Only what little respect she had for the Imperial merchant sleeping in the room next to her, and the fact that she owed him for taking his birthday celebrations elsewhere upon Ashina's request, stopped her from doing so. But she still did not like the thought of the Camonna Tong being armed on the streets of the Imperial City...and then being led straight to an important noble's home, filled with other important nobles!

"Fine. I'll be down after I've had a drink. A strong one."

Hope that helps this RP start.

Someone post before Ashina does her liver in :foodndrink:

As Lorn walked into the hotel with a hammer straqed to his back when the owner went off "you know you shouldn't carry weapons around in ere, your just askin for trouble!" but instead of listening he droped a small bag of spetims on the table and said

"I need a drink or two, no mead..." suddenly one of the patrons there noticed who Lorn was and went up to the host, whispering somethign in his ear when suddenly he slipped a few drops of mead into the ale.


As Lorn began to drink he decided to have a few more and dropped a whole sack on the table saying "drinks are on me!"

"That's the last of them", said Jarvon.

Arthur smiled, slowly, lightly, looking at the fallen and barely alive vampire. "Certainly Jarvon did a good job for a farmer", he thought, seeing how he and the other farmers managed to keep the vampires away from Arthur's vineyard while he was coming to the help's call.

Arthur then breathed calmy, and stabbed his katana into the vampire's chest. Jarvon chose not to notice the purple aura that was coming from Arthur's katana, slowly surrounding the vampire. He knew too well what that aura meant, and the fate of those ones who awoke it.

"Well, it seems things got a bit loose while I was away", said Arthur, sarcastically, while he sheated his katana. The purple aura had dissapeared, along with the soul of the vampire, now lying in the dark halls of the Dread Father, as assasins calls to the Void, or Sithis.

"Y..yes, sir. In fact, we'd appreciate it very much if you stay here for a bit..."

"Well, look, Jarvon" Arthur always spoke directly, as if it doesn't matter the slightest to him the effect that his words could have on the others. "My home, Snow Dragon Temple, is certainly inaccesible and barely needs to be defended. However, here there's only my manservant, Haohmaru, and he's pretty good in the Way of the Sword, like me, and can defend himself nicely. But the farmers of the Valley View vineyard cannot, as well as you and the farmers there, and they need to be defended as well, don't you think?", Arthur said, irritated.

Jarvon looked at Arthur with a sad face, but he didn't say any word. Although his lord said it in a rude form, he was right, of course. Or maybe he didn't replied due to fear because of his intimidating and unnatural red glowing eyes that is a common treat in the Codill's Clan. "The pure blood of the Yokudans", they say.... and Jarvon had nothing but to admit that it could be perfectly true, due to Arthur's exceptional combat skills and strange magic powers, both far more powerful that regular Redguards, and respected even thought the members of his own Clan.

Arthur was silent, meditating about the recent vampire attacks against his farms. Vampires have become more eager and fearless with every day that passes, and it's becoming difficult to protect his two Clan's properties situated near Skingrad (Valley View vineyard in the north of it, and Shadowcrest vineyard in the east). Maybe it was time to investigate that odd Great Gate that people was talking about, and that he chose to ignore for so (and too, maybe) long. Something said to him that the increased vampire activity and that Gate were somehow linked. And althought Arthur hasn't by far a "Shining White Knight" attitude, he has a lot of businessman attitude instead. And vampires are bad for HIS business. And Arthur has become specialist at eliminating competence and "issues" with the ages. Normally splatting the blood of the ones who caused them....

Continued from where I left off:

Ashina wasn't lying. As soon as the soldier told her he'd have to tell the gulakhan, and had walked back down the stairs, she reached for the table by the bed. The collection of documents that had been left on the table were still there, and so was the bottle of wine that Ashina knew had not been touched. She reached for it, and snatched it off of the table, watching the steam rise from the cool liquid as she poured it into a glass.
She raised the glass to her lips, and gazed into her own reflection in the wine as she drank it, considering whether or not the gulakhan's fears were justified as she wiped her mouth and replaced the glass, now empty, on the table, picking up the documents to make room - she'd only have to take them anyway.

Gulakhan Assamma-Idan was a man she held in high esteem. He was a reliable soldier whose advice she had always relied on, and for all she knew she'd rely on his advice for as long as she lived. He had been educated in both the theory of tactics and their application on the battlefield. A proud and noble warrior and the most loyal tribesman Ashina could think of who was not born to rule the tribe, like herself, he was more than a military advisor. His traits of perfectionism and purposefulness made Ashina respect him as a friend, as well. Not a close one - the two of them had their differences. But he was a friend, whose opinion could not be ignored. But Imperial threats could not be ignored, either. Assamma would have to hold his tongue.

Continued:

"You'll be safe for now", said Arthur to his farmers.

They were congregated in the front of his manor, hearing Arthur's words. They always felt very odd how someone with such cold and evasive personality could be so good with words and so succesful on doing people to get along and have confidence on him. Noble family's matter, they supposed.

In fact, they couldn't argue with Arthur's words. He contracted more than half of the Blackwood company members just to protect his vineyards, and put them the way they could be sure no one of the guards would abuse of them. They still could recall the first words Arthur said to the newly-contracted guards as soon as they arrived to the vineyard:

"See, this is my vineyard. And those are my servants. My rules are simple, defend them and leave the farmers in peace. I have absolute confidence on them and their word, so if ANYONE comes blaming to me, I'll behead the responsible. Understood?"

Arthur looked at the guard's eyes, one by one. Although they seemed to be brave and strong men, no one could resist his flaming eyes, and most of them looked like they were going to run away on pure fear. But they stood still, by discipline or even more fear of getting catched if they ran.

A bit later, Arthur packed some supplies on his backpack, and went out of his vineyard. He ran though the wilderness without any major issues until he found the Gold road, which will lead him to the Imperial City. "I'll find all the information I need about that cursed Gate here", he thought. "If I don't find info there, I won't find it in any other place...".

Awesome!!!!!!!!

Lorn noticed one of the patrons reaching for his bag of septims that was now almost empty and quickly pulled out his deadric hammer, his family's heirloom. It was not only highly valued for it's design and size (about 1 1/2 the size of a normal hammer) but was also rumored to contain the souls of their ancestors and became stronger and lighter as they became angrier...(but it is really cursed) the man quickly cowered but still recieved a blow the his leg that crippled him to an extent.

as the man screamed "bloody bugger, ya broke me leg" a gaurd came into the building hearing the comotion and tried to get at Lorn, after many futile attempts and many gaurds later, they had him on the ground.

(sorry for this next part but I really didn't want to create a new thing for the gaurds to say XD)

A gaurd who was watching the other gaurds hold him down called out "you've violated the law, pay the court a fine or serve yoru sentence." Finally Lorn calmed down as the mead started to wear off and said

"will the bag of septims on the ta..." he suddenly started to yell to get off him as he noticed someone in dark black leather armour sneak out with the leftover money on the table but as he was already held down, he decided it would be best to go to prison for a few days as he noticed the man with the broken leg and the bloodied gaurd in the corner.

Ashina watched the commotion with a smile, looking more like a sugar-obsessed Khajiit than an ashkhan. It was a good feeling for her to know that her opinions of the Imperial City were justified, although there was also relief that it was not her Camonna Tong guards that had started the fight. Assamma-Idan must have been paying them well, as they hadn't even joined in.

The gulakhan was the first to approach the ashkhan after the man who had started the fight had been led out and the wounded man had been forced into a seat as the guards waited for someone to take him to the nearest...whatever the Imperial equivalent of a wisewoman was. He also had a smile on his face, but he became more professional as he addressed his lady.

"Ashkhan, is there any chance that I could speak with you before you leave?" he asked.

"Only if it doesn't take more than a few minutes, ashkhan. I want to speak with the man that just got arrested, and don't want to have to break any doors."

"All the way from Skingrad to the Imperial city and not a single inn", angrily thought Arthur while he barely covered himself from the rain under a big tree, out but not far from the Gold Road. "Cursed be all the innkeepers of this region!"

He wasn't happy about how the search for the vampire's cause had begun. While he was in the Gold Road a band of marauders tried to assault him. They were 5 or 6, but were coward enough to always go in group, even while attacking a single person like Arthur was, so it was easy to him to take them out using the magic technique that has always been the "signature" of his Clan, and that any Codill member must learn to abandon childhood and become a man.

"With this technique", he recalled the lessons of his father, "you capture all the fury of our ancestors, the very essence of the "Warrior-wave". Then you compress all that energy and launch it at your enemies. It is truly a painful death for them, as they'll feel the spiritual pain of the essence of pure war apart from the physical pain of the attack.

Arthur took a long breath before making a special handsign, and shut out:

"Shehai Ga-Da!"

A dark, red spinning ball appeared on his right hand, and as quick as it appeared, he launched it to the gang. As soon as the magic ball touched the ground behind them, it caused a tremendous explosion that calcinated all their members. The effect was devastating, but Arthur felt almost inmediately mentally exhausted. He then briefly recalled the advices his father gave to him while he was teaching the technique to Arthur:

"This technique is truly devastating, but if you are too close the explosion will calcinate you as well", said his father to Arthur.

"Why"?, he asked. "Doesn't it contains the essence of our ancestors?" "And aren't they supposed to protect us instead of harming us?"

"Shehai Ga-Da", -said Arthur's father- is the pure essence of war, too. And war and death doesn't make exceptions to anybody. We, the Codills, aren't affected by time and death from age or disease of any kind. Due to our pure blood we stay forever young and healthy, but we are only half inmortals: we can still die by the blade or magic. And we don't return to Nirn over time like the daedra, but follow the destiny of all men and mer. Remember that".

Arthur shaked his head as a confirmation signal, but there was still more.

"Also", -continued his father-, "once launched this technique, you won't be able to launch or perform any magical technique for 10 minutes or so. That's because it both requires far too much magicka and it stunts your natural magick regeneration for a while, so use it only as a last resort, or when you're sure you're hitting the only enemies that are around you, or when you know that you could defend yourself from the rest of them with your sword".

That was the case. Only one marauder survived that brutal attack, and he was very badly injured from the explosion, too. Arthur only had to finish him with a stab of his katana on his chest, as he liked to finish half-killed foes.

"Unfortunately, that technique also burns out any loot the marauders could have", Arthur thought, returning to the present. "Death, pain, and complete ruin, that technique is truly the essence of war..." The rain stopped a while ago. Sighing, he stood up and continued his way to the Imperial City. "At least I'll arrive there in less than a day", said to himself.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vM_hHynTakE
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(Thx xilverbullet for the excellent Midas Magic mod! ;D).
BTW, a quick question: If we'd want to make a dialogue between our characters...how would we manage to do it? I don't think it'd be a good idea to post each every single line of the dialogue in a new post....
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((well, besides the every other post for a conversation, I would have to say either editing a post or getting the other person to agree to lettign them use their character for a convo))

As they reached the prison, Lorn saw one of his old pals who he had helped a while back and yelled "hey, do you got 600 septims on you?"

"sorry pal, your going to have to serve your time... mead?"

"yep, gets me every time..." at that same moment one of the gaurds called to the two holding Lorn

"hey, can one of you help us back here? This thing is heavier then a sack full of ogres teeth!" and at that same moment when one of them went to help tghe gaurdsman, Lorn punched the other one in the face and jumped at his hammer picking it up as if it were a dagger and smashing holes in the ground around him so that the gaurd would stumble and fall in the holes everywhere...

OK, this si just my chracter creation, which is a slight alteration of my main chracter in Oblivon. I don't wanna give away too much about my chracter, since in realy life, you would not know about your companions unless you ask about them, so I wanna leave a slight air of mistery about him. What you read here is what you already know about him, or what you'll gather as he comes into the place. I'll post later. Sorry about beging so late, but I've been busy all week.

Name: Gavin Artois
Race: Male Breton
Class: Paladin (Blade, Blunt, Block, Heavy Armour, Restoration, Alteration, Speachcraft)

Occupation: Knight Commander of the Knights of the Nine.
Personality: Gavin does not like to talk much about himself unless asked and is quiet and thoughtfull, often obserive his enviroment, even when there is no danger. What is known is that he is the Knight Commander of the Knights of the Nine and a devote follower of the Nine Devines. Because of his status as Knight Commander, he is known around Cyrodiil and many people do reconise him, but he his not one to draw attention to himself. He is always on the move and does not like stopping for too long in any one place. The reason he gives for this is that there is always evil about and one cannot stop is evil does not. Dispide his quiet and thoughfull attudute, he appears friendly and calm, and is willing to engange in polite converation if pressed. His skill with weapons is unknown, but the streets are filled with talk about how he once closed an Oblivon Gate by himself and since he does not boast about his combat skill, then it is unknown weather these reports are true or not.

"The Imperial City! At last!" exclaimed Korekiyo Takahashi. The man, of whom Gavin Artois still knew very little about, seemed impressed with the size of the city as they entered the main gates. People moved both in and our with what ever their tasks were to be. Merchants, travaling back to their hometowns with goods they have bought. Mercenaries, looking for a clinet to sell their blades to. Rouges and vangabonds, who travel the wilderness on a wim, doing whatever they do.
Gavin knew that he and his men were on a diffrent mission. The roomers about another Great Gate opening had caused a stir amongst the people of Chorrol, and he had even been called back to the Piory from his comfy castle near Chorrol, which had not been done so for several years. Then again, it was good to travel the realms again, fighting evil personally. These days he left it to the younger knights, but now that he was with sevral of them, their morale had lifted. Fighting along side the Knight Commander of the Knights of the Nine had put their spirts up alot.
He laughed to himself. he knew he was getting old. These knights around him were much younger, at lest fithteen years younger, and that made him feel very old. had it really been so long, he thought? Has it been years since I first came to Cyrodiil? He knew that resenly his skin began to show slight rinkles, but he told himself is was from the stress and horrors he had seen over the years. Now he was sure it was both that, and age.
"You have never been here before, Korekiyo-kun?" asked Shimetus, an Impieral male. The young almond-eyed newcomer to the Knights turned to Shimetus.
"Never, this is my first time to this great city." he replyed, eyes full with wonder.
Gavin thought to himself again. He knew alot about all his Knights, expect Korekiyo. All he knew was that he came from a far away cultre that lived and spoke simular to the Akavir, but he was sure that there were no Humans of the left, still, he may have bee wrong, but the fact that Korekiyo always advoied him when he asked made him wonder. Just paranoia, he told himself.
"Gavin-sama. Are you alright, you seem thoughtfull."
Gavin shook his head, and ajusted his long, white robes, which they all over over their armour, so that his sword was loose enough for him to pull it out if needed. They looked more like monks than Knights, which the white robes completly covering their entire body. Not a hint of armour could be seen. He turned and smiled, his logn red hair blew slighting with a new wind.
"I'm sorry. I was stuck with old memories. I have not been to the Impeiral City for many seasons."
The nodded, as if he had just shared some wisdom with them. He never understood this level of praise they gave him. He understand that he was the Knight Commander, and so having the chance to travel with him was an honour, but whatever they seemed to do, even the most menial of tasks, they would look at him in awe. Still, they are young, so it was understanable.
They walked on, making their way to the White Gold Tower. It had been years since he had personnaly met with Chansoler Acoto, and he was not looking forward to it.

Ashina walked on through the streets of the Imperial City, enjoying the fresh air in the warmth of the day. The Nord had disappeared, but he was at the back of her mind anyway. The beautiful limestone architecture and the granite cobbles had captured her imagination, and although it was not as fantastical as the architecture of her native Vvardenfell, it was less whimsical. The entire city was organised and it was easy for Ashina to find her way around, something she admired. She remembered the mushroom towers of the Telvanni and the paths along the banks of the Ashland foyadas, which were abandoned by Dunmeri military use hundreds of years ago and were no longer used by anyone but Ashlanders leading their herds, and was glad that the Imperials were so practical.

"I should have dressed like you, ashkhan," one of Ashina's guards remarked. "It's too hot to wear armour."

"Then laugh at the Palace Guards...I am," Ashina grinned like a girl half her age.

"What do we do when we get to this place...the Hall of Council Committees?"

"I suppose there'll be someone there we have to introduce ourselves to," Ashina replied. "Then they'll take us to the n'wah that wants to speak to me."

"Who is that?" the guard asked, earning Ashina an expectant glance from Assamma-Idan, who was at her flank.

"I don't know, they didn't say," Ashina replied, just as Assamma-Idan had known she would. The fact that so much was hidden from his lady was one of the reasons he expected treachery. He looked for a second like speaking up, but checked himself with a feral hiss in the presence of an Imperial Guard.

"So why do we go unarmed?" the guard continued, curious.

"The Imperials are politicians," Ashina explained. "And they know that to an Ashlander attacking an unarmed person, especially a female ashkhan, is an unforgiveable act. If they do anything to hurt us, our kinsmen on Vvardenfell will respond with force."

"You're forgetting that Imperials and politicians are the only people who would still attack us regardless," Assamma-Idan stated, unable to keep quiet any longer, especially now there were no soldiers around to hear him.

"Then what happens will be their own fault," Ashina said calmly, not letting how much Assamma-Idan's words had made her think.

Lorn was finally out of the gaurds sight but was sure that word would spread soon enough if he gave it a day or two... He decided to head back to the merchants district but when he arrived he was fascinated by a troll on a chain that someone was selling... Though he was a natural fighter, he couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting a creature while it is in a state of weakness... He quickly asked the merchant "how much for the troll"

((before I go any farther, I want to point out that creatures are a lot smarter then most people think in oblivion, bethesda just didn't want people to believe that an ogre could cast a fireball spell and build a house))

"no price... this troll is going to die... epecially since it has been killing the bandits along the road..."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"no, it ruins my buisness... You see, they think since it is my troll that killed them so I caught this one to trick em!"

"I sugest you let the troll go"

"or?" Lorn quickly pulled out his hammer and poked the merchant with the spike on the very top not hard enough to pierce but to get the picture through... "ohh... ohh... ok, no need f.. for violence"

As soon as Lorn unhooked the chain it started to make a frenzy, jumping towards the talos plaza district as they followed along.

[off-story]MAJOR STORY-LORE EXPLANATION, IMPORTANT TO READ. PART I[/off-story]

"Well, this is a big city indeed", thought Arthur. He thought that since the first time he saw the Imperial City. He was far more used to small cities, like Skingrad, where he used to sell his wines, Bravil, where he used to sell his Skooma, or his birthplace, Skaven, where life is as harsh and difficult as the deserts around it.

"Except if you're strong" -smiled Arthur-. Strength is the main currency in Skaven. And Arthur was the richest of all.

"Well, there are two places where I could go to find information about the Gate". -Arthur thought- "One is the Imperial City Palace, where Chancellor Ocato is recruiting all sort of people to try to close it. And the other is the Arcane University, where -Arthur had no doubt-, those weakling geek-scholars would have studied every bit of information or stuff that people with far more guts and strength than them would have brought to them". Arthur decided to begin his search there. "It won't be difficult to find someone to tell me something. Or STRUGGLE someone to tell me something".

Arthur went to the Arcane University and soon found an scholar, by the name of Marus Pinder, that acceded to share some information about the Gate with him. Marus told him he was sharing all his info about the Gate because he had faith that a Codill could close it. "The mix of Codill's mystic powers and combat talent will be critical to solve this crisis." - said Marus while they both were walking around Arcane University's gardens- "I know a bit about your Clan. Not long ago we had here in the University a Legion Battlemage officer that was a Codill Clan member, too".

"Uncle Kurtstain Codill. I never managed to met him properly. I think he's now destined in High Rock".

"Yes, and he's one of the best on his job. Although is odd for a Codill to do such job, for what I've heard".

"We, the Codill Clan members, aren't limited to be elite assasins." -replied Arthur- "Any job that would bring us honor is okay for us, although I admit it's rare for a Codill to join the Legion, indeed". -But his uncle was always a good and kind man, and it seemed that the Legion would fit such personality.

After some other words regarding family issues, Marus began to tell Arthur about the Gate.

"This is a Gate like we haven't seen before", -he said-, "it's not sigil-based, like the ones that appeared during the Oblivion crisis, so the anchor is somewhere else".

"Something like what?", Arthur asked, harshly.

"I believe that the anchor is a Daedric prince itself."

"What? How is it?"

"The Gates need a source of power to be opened and to maintain them in that way. A Daedric prince itself is the definitive source of power."

"But I believed that Martin Septim's sacrifice made Tamriel inaccesible for all daedric princess"

"Martin Septim did an enormous sacrifice to close all the, then ACTUAL Oblivion gates and to banish Mehrunes Dagon from Tamriel. But he didn't restored any Covenant, and the Dragonfires are still (and forever will be) unlit. So there's no reason that other daedric princes could open gates from whitin their Oblivion realms."

"But who would like to open a gate here?", asked Arthur.

"Have you ever heard of the House of Troubles?"

"No". Arthur seemed confused.

"The House of Troubles is the classification that the dunmeri Tribunal gave to certain Daedric Princess that were ever trying to test the Dunmer for weaknesses. The Four Corners of the House of Troubles are: Malacath, Mehrunes Dagon, Molag Bal, and Sheogorath. As you know, Sheogorath has already opened a Gate, but it's only one-way. Anybody could come in, but nothing that was already inside his realm can go out."

"So...you mean...you mean that that Great Gate...."

"Yes, the remaining Two Corners of the House of Troubles are the responsible of that other Gate. That Gate was opened by either Malacath or Molag Bal. Or both. And, unlike Sheogorath, they've opened a two-way Gate."

Arthur shaked his head in disbelief. Or maybe it was desesperation. That was far more trouble that he imagined he would've to handle.

"That's not all about it. Some adventurers that were brave enough to get close to the gate noticed a very strange thing right in front of it. Some sort of signal, or "distress beacon"

"What was that? And why do you call it in such odd way?", asked Arthur, getting even more confused.

"Well, by the description that the adventurers gave to me, it seemed to be a mask made of ash. It was half-buried in the mud. They tried to pick it up, but it was too heavy to lift it. As if the mask itself wouldn't want to leave that place where it was put"

"You speak like you know what is that mask. Speak your mind", hurried Arthur.

"Yes, I probably know what it is. I think that it is the sacred ash mask of the man-god Vivec. And that gate is probably the wormhole leading to where he has been kidnapped..."

[To be Continued....]

[off-story]It's becoming a nice history, after all! All our chars are making their own way around a connected story, I like it. It's nearly like a George R.R. Martin novel )

BTW, I've had a great idea of how to continue the "main quest" of this story (an idea that CERTAINLY it'll surprise all the followers of this thread), and I request to be the Loremaster for the MQ. If you agree with that write: [MQ=Yes] (or [MQ=No] if you disagree) at the top or the bottom of your next post.

And I've had another idea about the dialogue of our characters. We just exchange our MSN Messenger emails and do the dialogue and the conclusion of it there, then copypaste it in our next post. f you agree, write [MSN=Yes] (or [MSN=No] if you disagree) at the top or the bottom of your next post and (if you choose Yes), then send your MSN to me via PM.

BTW/2, I think we are close to close (:P) a Chapter of this Story. We could call it the "Presentation" chapter. But in one or two more posts (for each char), we could begin the missions idea Gallowglass had. Although I'd like a bit a dialogue between our chars before doing that [/off-story]

((this is a non RP related post))

MSN=yes if your ok with live emails

MQ= as long as you treat it as the lore master and not try to expand to GM or anything then yes

((now back to the story/RP))

Lorn soon arrived at the Talo district to see the troll looking at what he assumed to be the knights of the nine as he had few run ins with them and quickly tackled the troll to the ground as it stared as if it was going to attack...