The Bosmer pushed her hair out of her face as she started speaking to her dictating servant.

It read thusly

'To all those who are lucky enough to obtain this note,
I am a well off lady, there is little that I struggle to obtain, yet somethings I cannot acheive, I am not a fighter, a mage
or an adventurer. There is something that I have need of, to complete a collection that I have worked on for far too many years. A certain peice is just out of my reach.
So I am sending out a call to all those guilds and individuals whom I deem trustworthy, Come meet with me in twelve days at the listed adress and I will make you very rich.

P.S. Formal attire will be required.

Date: 15/04/4E 173
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Should you choose to accept this mission you must abide by these rules

No Ubering.
No Flaming.
No All-knowing.
If someone is going to die you must clear it with Them AND Me first.
Romance is fine.
Vampires and Werewolves are fine.
If you must OOC then place OOC: before it.
NO small or just OOC posts.
PM me the character sheet beforehand.
If your not sure on anything else just PM me
Use grammar and capitalise when neccesary
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This is an adventuring-style RP that will start in the Imperial city 173 years after the Oblivion invasion. We may end up assassinating the Mane or starting up a skooma ring, not really sure yet.
You don't have to be a rich character, but in your intro explain how you got invitation and formal dress if not. and explain how you got the Invitation anyway

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Char sheet

Name: (Lore correct please)
Race: (Tamrelic common races only)
Gender:
Age (Age you appear if necesarry):
Initial Apparel: (what you started with, your formal dress to the party)
Initial Amour: (shouldn't have any, but may be permitted)
Initial Weaponry: (what weaponry you took to the party)
Initial Misc. Items: (What misc. items you took to the party)

Apearance: (duh)

Current Apparel: (obvious, update as needed)
Current Armour: (obvious, update as needed)
Current Weaponry: (obvious, update as needed)
Current Misc. Items: (obvious, update as needed)

Current Bio: (what the other characters know about you so far update as needed)

Fighting style: (runs away, HULK SMASH etc (more detail though))

If I accept your sheet attach an intro

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The Invitation Character Sheet

Name: Verusius
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 23

Initial Apparel: A green tunic, teal silk pants, Nordic fur boots.
Initial Armor: None
Initial Weaponry: An iron dagger tucked in Verusius' right boot.
Initial Misc. Items: A skooma pipe w/ skooma, moon sugar, and a lute.

Appearance: Verusius is a lean man with black hair that comes down to his shoulders. He looks as if he hasn't slept for days, but that's just because of the skooma. He also sports a goatee, which is common to most men of his class.

Current Apparel: A green tunic, teal silk pants, Nordic fur boots.
Current Armour: None
Current Weaponry: An iron dagger tucked in Verusius' right boot.
Current Misc. Items: A skooma pipe w/ skooma, moon sugar, and a lute.

Current Bio: Verusius makes in way in life as a bard. He plays for local taverns and gets payment by patrons and owners. He does skooma as more of a social activity than a way to escape life, and sells moon sugar to well-off friends and patrons. Verusius has a small bounty on his head for theft, but it's too small for anyone to care.





Elven Gardens District, Imperial City

As Versius walked through the gardens, he saw a cloaked figure standing beside a tree. He approached the figure, for this was the rich man who had sent him the letter. Versius recalled being in The Foaming Flask when he had recieved the letter from an Imperial messenger. Verusius saw this as an oppurtunity to achieve great fame and earn enough money so he could open up an inn somewhere in the Jerall Mountains where he could have peace and perform for and serve passing travelers.

Name: Alberon Lambert
Race: Breton
Gender:Male
Age :26
Initial Apparel: Navy Liuetanant doublet, white vest, white shirt, white trousers, dark leather, knee-high boots
Initial Amour: None
Initial Weaponry: Knife hidden in belt buckle
Initial Misc. Items: Compass, Map of Cyrodil, letter from Navy barracks, theoretical spell book

Apearance: Alberon is a pale, dark haired Breton. his hair is slightly curly and reaches (at it's longest point) to his chin.
Much skinnier than most Naval personnel as he joined them with his skill with Magic.
Not 'conventionally' handsome but charming and attractive enough to out, and occasionally in, to trouble.

Current Apparel:
Current Armour:
Current Weaponry:
Current Misc. Items:

Current Bio: Raised as a Mage in a well-off Anvil home. As a teenager Alberon was rather lazy, but when his Father was onscripted to the Legion, he took up a job Alteration teaching at the Arcane University.
Joined the Navy once he learned that pirates had raided Anvil.

Fighting style: Quite often tries to talk his way out of fighting but can back himself up with Destruction spells (generally shock) though he prefers using telekenisis spells to good effect.

Elven Gardens District, Imperial City

Alberon walked casually along the Main street of the Elven Gardens, taking in the sights that he hadn't seen in five long months. As he rounded a corner Alberon noticed an Imperial striding towards a cloaked figure leaning against a tree. He assumed that this was the 'Well off man' whom sent the note to his barracks. So he started walking over to them. The Cloaked man gestured them inside, stepping into the Manor, Alberon was hit by a wave of warmth and the smell of what could only be well cooked beef.

When Verusius finally saw the cloaked figures face he saw that it was a woman. She was very beautiful, as if she had been sent from Heaven.

Name: Tynn
Race: Nord
Gender: male
Age: 23
Initial Apparel: blue collared shirt, with tan pants
Initial Amour: steel armor, no helmet, steel shield
Initial Weaponry: silver Longsword
Initial Misc. Items: 10 healing potions, an invisibility potion, 25 lockpicks

Apearance: tall, muscular, strong, has a scar on his arm from combat, 6'2, 210

Current Apparel: Initial
Current Armour: Initial
Current Weaponry: Initial
Current Misc. Items: Initial

Current Bio: Grew up in Skyrim, Mother died in Child birth, father died before birth, His uncle raised him in the legion until he was 21, where he didn't join at the age of 21. They docked him off at Anvil harbor, where he made his living and bought a house in the imperial city waterfront.

How he got the note: One day Tynn woke up only to find a note slid halfway under his door, He picked it up, and read it, It was an "invitation"

Name: Vusithor
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Initial Apparel: Blue velvet finery
Initial Amour: Leather torso, pants, and boots, no shield
Initial Weaponry: Fine steel bow, 40 arrows, and an iron dagger (concealed in his pants, creates a slightly noticeable bulge on right thigh though)
Initial Misc. Items: 20 lockpicks, a water canteen, 2 magicka potions
Fighting style: Master Archer, uses dagger if in melee combat

Apearance: Short, but fairly well built. Vusithor stands at 5 ft. exactly, and is 120lbs. Has dark brown, almost black hair tied into a 'tall knot', with a fairly round face. Part of his left ear is missing from a fight. Not particularly attractive, but not repulsive either.

Current Apparel:
Current Armour:
Current Weaponry:
Current Misc. Items:

Current Bio: Hailing from Falinesti, Valenwood, Vusithor was the product of two fairly wealthy Bosmer merchants. His father, a ship captain who brought goods to Anvil in Cyrodiil, was always supportive of Vusithor, even when he talked about leaving town after killing a drunk Imperial soldier in a fight. His mother owns a store near the docks of his hometown, and provides a decent income, in addition to the money from his father. At 16, Vusithor took up a skooma habit with friends, and spends a lot of money on skooma coming in from Elsweyr.

How he got the note:

Falinesti, Valenwood

The Imperial soldiers were drunk. Again. With their shipment of mead coming in that afternoon, the men were rowdy as any sailors Vusithor knew, and he grew up right alongside the violent sailors with poor hygeine. Two of the men ventured out of the fort, onto the docks where Vusithor was unloading the last of the crates from his father's ship. It was around 9:30 PM, and most of the town had retired to their homes. While his parents closed shop and sat down for dinner, Vusithor was finishing his work, alone on the docks. The two soldiers came closer and closer, and when they saw him, they decided to harass Vusithor for more mead.

"Comme on-uh, I just needa little m-more of 'ose bottless," One man babbled in his drunken stupor.
"Well you can't have any sir. This is going to the shop, and you can buy it there tomorrow. My father said you guys got two crates free anyway," Vusithor said.
The soldier grew angry, and moved to push Vusithor into the water. Nimble, he moved out of the way of the lurching man, causing him to hit the stone pier face-first. Vusithor eyed the other man, but not quickly enough; The large soldier punched him in the stomach, causing the Bosmer to stumble backwards. Regaining his footing, he launched towards his opponent, and was tripped by the man on the floor, who started biting his ear, even managing to tear a piece from it. Roaring in pain, the small yet strong Wood elf drew his knife and embedded it in the soldier's throat. The other man, fearing a similar fate, starting running in the general direction of the fort, dropping a slip of paper. When Vusithor recovered the note, he read it, and gathered his gear that same night for the journey to the Imperial City.

OOC: Wooly, from what I understand, you can't have weapons of that quality...
Name: Kiel
Race: Redguard
Gender: Male
Age : 25
Fighting Style: Kiel fights as a quick and agile ranger.

Initial Apparel: Wears a Red burgundy jacket, over a black vest, and a white cotton shirt. Wears that with tan linens and black leather boots.
Initial Amour: none
Initial Weaponry: Elven dagger
Initial Misc. Items: none

Apearance: Is about six feet two inches tall. Weighs around two hunded pounds. Has black eyes, short black frizzy hair, and a small goatee. Has a golden piercing in his left ear. He has a broad jaw, and well defined facial features. He has small scars all over his body that has been hardened
from physical training. He bears a tattoo of Yokuda on his right Bicep.

Current Apparel: Hard black leather boots and vest, over dark brown pants, a lighter brown shirt, and draqed in a green cloak. Under all of that is a suit of chainmail.
Current Armour: Same
Current Weaponry: Silver long sword,dagger, and a set of bow and arrows
Current Misc. Items: Herbs, crafting tools, trapping equiptment, and a white horse named Thunder.

Current Bio: Kiel was born to a couple of Redguard pirates. They raised him on the ship, teaching him the tricks and trades of sailing, and little bit of training with a cutlass. They intended to teach him more of those. When he was age 10, they both died on a large raid. He was stranded in Valenwood; he spent a year wandering until he was taken in by a Wood Elf man named Delaeon.

Delaeon was harsh to Kiel at first, disciplining him strictly for the rude child he was. But eventually, Delaeon grew fond of Kiel, teaching him all he knew about being a Ranger. Kiel was a natural and became almost as good as Delaeon. At 18, Delaeon kicked Kiel out on his ass, giving him nothing but a bow, (in poor condition) 80 rusty iron arrows, and an iron short sword. Kiel wasn't happy, but it was what was best for him. He spent his seven years of being a freelance adventurer making his fame and fortune. He did this through various quests, looting dungeons, and he even did some work for the emperor.

Somewhere in Skyrim

Kiel was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking out over a snowy valley that seemed as large as the oceans. He was in deep thought as he viewed into beautiful white world, when he heard a rather obnoxious voice. It was a khajiit.

"Sir, I have a letter for you, it is of upmost importance." The khajiit said in a raspy voice.

"I'll take it and give you a generous tip if you can promise me you will never speak to me again." Kiel said, slightly amused with himself. The Khajiit opened his mouth to speak. "Starting now." Kiel interrupted him before he could make a sound. The young Khajiit handed him the letter, accepted the tip, and took off on a messengers horse. Kiel opened the parchment and read through it's contents. This must be important if they came all this way to find me. Kiel tucked the letter into his pocket and whistled for his horse. The huge white stallion pulled up alongside him. Kiel jumped in the air and mounted his horse. He whispered into it's ear. It rode off into to the imperial city.

As the Bosmer lowered Her hood and revealed Her beauty, Alberon felt as though His heart stopped, then She turned Her head and exposed the viscious scarring on the left side of Her face.
Fortunately the Breton had seen scarring as bad in His reasonably (by veteran's expectations) short time in the Imperial Navy, as such He didn't show much surprise, the Imperial though, He wasn't quite sure. Especially as He had seen enough addict sailors to know the the Man was a skooma user, the smell was obvious and the teeth were a usually a dead giveaway too.

Name: Siegfried Hammer-Hand
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Initial Apparel: looking uncomfortable in a long fur cloak, red silk doublet, brown trousers, and buckled shoes
Initial Amour: jade ring (magic items count as armour, no?)
Initial Weaponry: Mage-Thorn
Initial Misc. Items:

Apearance: tall. very muscular. short greying-black hair and beard. numerous scars across his face.

Current Apparel:
Current Armour: Bearskin armour, Iron shield. jade ring.
Current Weaponry: Black-Barb (enchanted Ebony Spear), Mage-Thorn (enchanted Nordic silver Broadsword)
Current Misc. Items: Rope, hatchet.

Current Bio: A poor man all his life, Siegfried was also renowned as a masterful warrior. It was told that nobody in Skyrim could beat him in single combat. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and so when Siegfried started to show signs of age, challenges to his crown increased. eventually he was beaten by a rich young nobleman, ending his reign as the greatest warrior in Skyrim.

Fighting style: an excelllent all-around fighter. Siegfried uses a combination of fast, flowing techniques and incredibly powerful strikes with some brawling moves thrown in.


A Drinking Hall in Falkreath

Siegfried looked up from his ale to find yet another young Nord man gawking at him with a malicious look in his eyes.

"So you are the mighty Siegfried?" he said, "you don't look too mighty to me..."

Siegfried sat up and took a good look at this newcomer. "I take it ye're are looking for a demonstration...?" he inquired.

Siegfried let go of his empty stein, stood up, and easily dodged the clumsy oaf's first surprise blow.

"Ye tried to svckerpunch me, didn't ye, boy? yer mother should have taught ye better."

At this the young brute's expression changed from mild amusemant to outright rage. he swung at Siegfried again, but the mighty warrior was in war mode now. he easily ducked the punch, caught the young man by his face, and drove him powerfully backwards into one of the hall's oaken support pillars with a sickening crunch. The man slumped to the floor, blood running down his neck in tiny rivulets.

"I have just killed this man." Siegfried announced to the now silent hall, "ye would all agree it was in self-defense. I shall do the same to any other man who would challenge me."

Siegfried sat down and the atmosphere slowly returned to normal as a pair of imperial lads dragged the body away. He briefly wondered how many young men's lives he had ended in his many long years, before he noticed a letter sitting on the table in font of him with his name on it...

OOC: I know I said no OOC posts but hey, I'm GM. I'm adding an extra part to the Char sheet 'fighting style', if all existing characters could add it thanks

Here he was, some snobby party all the way in the Imperial City and he had been waiting around for what seemed like an age.

Not only had Siegfried had to cross many miles to be here, but he had to wear this ridiculous outfit and hide his weapons and shield before he came.

If the host didn't address them soon Siegfried would start drinking. a good brawl might liven the night up, but the pansies here didn't look like much of a challenge.

A room full of petty adventurers and cutthroats; All they wanted was to make a quick buck, and Siegfried guessed many of them would rather slit the lady's throat and take it than actually do what she had gathered them here for.

No, Siegfried didn't like this crowd at all.

Imperial City, Bosmer's house

Bosmer hostess

"Ahh my guests, enough of you have arrived for Me to begin."

"Now you were all chosen because of the unique talents, connections and traits that you have. Now.." at this she was cut off by the bringing of dinner in to the hall.

"Now. I am looking for a very rare artifact, a crown. I was origionally found by the "Champion of Cyrodill" in his short lived time in the mages guild.
This crown has since gone missing, being a collector as I am I feel the need to obtain this item and expand my collection." I have no idea where it might be as the last group I sent out, well they died."

"Obtain for me this crown and I will make you all rich beyond your wildest dreams."

Siegfried didn't like the sound of this. "What kind of crown is this that we should risk our lives to find it, then hand it over to a woman who risked nothing?" he asked over the noise of the crowd.

"and why did ye tell us that the last group died? If i was hiring henchmen, that is the kind of information that i wouldn't go telling everyone right away."

Siegfried scanned the hall, noting the apprehensive expressions and the bloodthirsty ones. This whole endeavor was becoming more and more suspicious.

Vusithor eyed the tall, burly Nord that was speaking. In his eyes Vusithor saw many years of experience, and in his scars, many hits taken. The man's large muscles almost taunted Vusithor in their own way, boasting their abilities. Of course, the epic proportions and strange talking muscles were all in Vusithor's head after some skooma that he had before the meeting. Worst of all was the beauty of the Bosmer woman he saw. She was young and appealed to Vusithor. He had just the willpower to keep his enthusiasm down inside of him.

But his feelings weren't shown on the outside. Vusithor looked almost bored, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, making sure his dagger was out of plain sight. He looked at the Nord who was talking to the hostess. He's a loud one, isn't he, Vusithor thought He doesn't quiet down, the walls are gonna start shaking.

Coming out of the shadow of the corner, Vusithor spoke:
"So, you want us to risk our lives for this magical crown, which others whom searched for it died? I agree with big and burly over here. We're not all big, clunky, walking suits of armor," He said, almost regretting the last part. He was the only relatively small figure standing in the room, apart from the hostess. He was wondering if the woman would catch on to the fact that the original recipient of the note was missing. The look in Vusithor's eye was of fear; Fear of discovery.

Bosmer Hostess

"Does it matter what this crown means to me? You will get paid alot of money when you return this to me, it's value is sentimental so it is unlikely that other will want it.
As for why I told you that the last group died did I mention that they died looking for the crown? No? Well that is beacuse they didn't they died because they..., well I think I'll take your advice and not tell you anymore."

"It is far too late to continue now so I will have my butlers show you to your rooms for the night, tomorrow I will tell you more."

Alberon

As he was eating his food, Alberon listened to the large, uncomfortable looking Nord argue over whether this was a real mission or not. It was slightly humourous as the Nord seemed to think himself better than the rest of the people whom had shown up.

Siegfried laughed aloud at the Bosmer woman's panicked excuses.

This woman has more money than sense, he thought.

Siegfried waved away the butlers who tried to escort him to whatever cell the bosmer had in store. He would stay in his room at Luthor Broad's. Luthor and him were old friends and he had called in a favour to get the free lodging. He would return in the morning fully armed and armoured and ready for whatever this search had in store.

When Siegfried had answered the letter, he knew he couldn't say no to whatever the woman had in store. It was either this or go back to killing kids in the bars over petty insults. That life had to end now.

Siegfried wasn't interested in the money, but this crown had worked its way into his thoughts.

He set off for Luthor Broad's boarding house. They had some catching up to do.

Bosmer Hostess

*sigh* I'm going to have to keep an eye on that boy. She thought.

"Now all of you smart enough to take me up on my offer, I'll have my team of butlers take you to your rooms." saide the scarred Bosmer, gesturing to the surprisingly large group of butlers congregating behind her.

Alberon

Huh, guess that gigantic Nord's leaving.
..Yep.
Don't I have anything interesting to say?
What I made a statement how was I supposed to answer, start a new line of thought?
It'd show initiative.
Shut up.

Alberon quickly brought himself back to the moment when he saw a small army of "butlers" swarm behind the Bosmer.

Damn I have to pay attention more.
..Yet I continue to do this.
Yep ironic.

Alberon was quickly shooed out of the room by an Argonian, who was a little too touchy, to a surprisingly good room where he was supposed to be spending the night.

Well I guess that's it for the brawny one, Vusithor thought, and with these people coming, I guess I'm safe...for today at least. Vusithor was showed into his room by a fellow Bosmer, slightly younger than he. The elf looked somewhat afraid, which Vusithor quickly sensed. After entering his modest room, he questioned the butler:

"Hey, just between you and me, is there something suspicious going on here? That group of henchmen dying out of the blue leaves me with questions," Vusithor said quietly, so only the butler could hear him. The Bosmer shrugged his shoulders. He was about to speak, but seeing his mistress, the butler ran off, closing the door to Vusithor's room.

In his room, Vusithor removed his dagger, the hilt of which was uncomfortably nagging him. Placing the well-made piece in a chest, the elf looked out the window, seeing the city lights gleaming. He had never seen such an immense place. The finely crafted stones placed neatly creating streets, the white marble creating the buildings, and the wonderful gardens surrounding the district all wowed the young elf. Vusithor settled onto the surprisingly comfortable bed, and lie awake, seeing the dim image of a figure in his window before drifting off into sleep...

Tynn made his way to the mansion, and found that there were many different varieties of people there. He walked up to the nearest person and started talking about the note, he wanted to find the person who had written it.


He had already lived in the Waterfront, so it didn't take him that long to make is way to the mansion.

Kiel was sitting in the corner, he had a very entrance, so nobody had seen the Redguard walk in. He listened to the two men ask why would they risk there lives for a crown. For the money you idiots! To Kiel, this sounded like a regular job, crawl around in some dungeon, kill some undead, and get something his employer wants. Kiel's booming voice came from a dark corner in the room where he was sitting. "Ok, we know it's dangerous, and we know some people here aren't man enough to take the challenge. I'll step up then, before your man servants take me to my room, I want details. What do I need to plan for?" Kiel too was suspicious that she was avoiding giving out details. He would become angry if he wasn't going to get an answer.