I walked through the portal, the horrors I had seen, in the madness of the Shivering Isles, in the hellish deadlands of Oblivion, even when I fought Umaril the Unfeathered... Was nothing compared to this. I entered the portal through an ancient dwarven city, it was the biggest mistake I had ever made. However, it granted me great power, beyond even the greatest mage's comprehension. With each passing day, I grow stronger, but more beastial. Every passing day I hear the King of [censored]'s voice whisper, "Do it, lead my armies and take what is rightfully yours, Champion." For years I have resisted it, but now the voice is growing stronger and so is Molag Bal's hold on me. If you are reading this, be aware, you have very little time left to put me down, before I truly live up to my title I earned in the arena, The Tamriel Terror. ~Diary of the Champion of Cyrodiil, 4E 45

The date is 4E 46, the time until his assault is unknown... Emperor Ocato has just called for all adventurers, now that he has discovered the diary, and you all have an inner feeling to help the empire, for your own personal reasons...

FYI you all start in the White-Gold Tower, Council Chambers.

Rules...

No ubering.
No weapons or armor better than Iron, Fur, or Bonemold
No character controlling.
PM the Character Sheets.
The one below is what I would prefer you use.
Use OOC as little as possible.
Standard rules guys

Ocato shouted, "Welcome, heroes...of all ages, races, and genders..."

He added, "Today you are here, due to me calling all heroes."

An elderly man walked in, in Arch Mage's robes, with a the hood of an arch mage pulled back and shouted, "Greetings, I am Raminus Polis, Mages' Guild Arch Mage, those of you cleared by Chancellor Ocato will come to me afterwards, I will enchant some of your gear."

Creeping into the room was a middle-aged dunmer who wore ebony armor, and he announced, "I am Oreyn Bearclaw, Fighter's Guild Master... I can give you armor and weapons if you need afterwards..."

The adventurers spoke amongst themselves... Who would be chosen? Tomorrow the answers would be told...

Halabrad positioned himself against a large round pillar along the wall of the large chamber. He pulled down his hood and chuckled at the site of these "adventurers" that had come. Halabrad was a real warrior, 6 foot tall, strong and a trained swordsman, there was no one here who could match a Ranger in combat. He shrugged, "Well not everyone here has been through as much." he said to himself, being a ranger he lived in the wilderness, he struggled through many battles, and many cold freezing nights, but being a Ranger was his religion, and he adored his postition, the animals were his friends, he was taught never to attack an animal unless it attacked him.

Halabrad was hesitant about traveling to the Imperial City to meet Ocato's call, he has worked with the legion before, and he didn't like the idea of working with them again, and these strange men offering us free armor and weapons? And what enchanting was Halabrad could never guess, he was fine in his cloak, it was almost the "uniform" of the Rangers, and his sword, shimmering in the sunlight, was a mighty sword, given to him by his father, he could never give it up.

Ocato added after several minutes, "You will not be chosen, because of your gear, your skill, or other things you may think. Raminus Polis, Oreyn Bearclaw, and myself shall pick who goes and who stays."

The crowd spoke amongst themselves...

Closed per OP request