just wondering Dark Fox, i didnt see to much rules, might wanna add some more rules haha, and yeah ok, i hate cheap love spam that looks more like poems and all what you said, etc etc. this RP looks good

i can't really think of any rules that would be needed. Part 1 is suppoused to be pretty isolated.

okay until the new people join the rp we won't start.

Just adding the finnishing touches to my character sheet so I'll probably post it tomorrow. At the moment they're a navigator if that's ok with you.

Character Sheet:

Name: Tharasn Davias

Nickname: Davias

Age: 28

Race: Nord

Birthsign: The Stead

Class: Blacksmith


Strengths: Tinkering, repairing, smithing, and just about anything mechanical
Weakness: Women, and rum

Skills: Cant do much magic besides a few basic healing spells, good with a hammer but better with a sword, and unless using a crossbow theres no point of handing him anything ranged.


Weapons: Two medium hammers on his belt, a hand scythe, and silver short sword

Clothing/armor: a leather apron, black pants, leather boots, usually shirtless but if he is wearing one its a ripped up brown one

Other items: a small locket he wears around his neck which he holds dear.


Rank: Repair man

Personality: a blood thirsty son of a [censored] in the battlefield but a peaceful man in the calm


Bio/History: Born in the mountains of Skyrim he was a prodigy of mechanics and soon grew bored of hims small village life so he ventured for Cryodill. He lived in Bruma for a few years working as a blacksmith but soon grew restless again. He traveled then to Anvil where the sea breeze always calmed his unwillingness to move around. His name soon became known for his amazing mechanic skills and was drafted into J' ona's crew.

This any good?

My only complaint is that it isn't J'ona's crew. But don't worry ill explain below:

It's come to my attention that not revealing the captain might cause some confusion when creating characters. First off J'ona won't be the captain of your crew. Instead the captain will be the character sheet i post below. You all work for the same crew and you will all have the same captain. The only reason i didn't post it sooner was because I didn't wanna cause confusion with the story if people knew that the captain wasn't J'ona.

On a final note ill go ahead and give the crew a name aswell.


Pirate Crew name: The Tigers Fang


Name: Captain J'skar

Nickname: Captain Kitty

Age: 56

Race: Khajiit

Birthsign: The thief

Class: Captain


Strengths: Lots of expericence on the seas. Very good at his postion as captain of his pirate crew.
Weakness: Drinks lots of rum. Also has an eye patch and so can only see with one eye.

Skills: J'skar the pirate is extreamly good at sword fighting, aswell at shooting his pistols. He mostly just contains the skills to make himself a great leader nof his pirate crew.


Weapons: Pistol, pirate cutlass.

Clothing/armor: Large 17th century pirate jacket. Big black boots, a huge black pirate hat, along with a eye parch over his left eye.

Other items: RUM!!!!!!


Apperance: J'skar is a large built khajiit with a little bit of a beer belly. He aswell has a very large scar that goes across his eye, along with the eye patch he uses to keep it hidden. He refuses to explain where he got the scar. Along with that he has short brown fur, long hair, and is about 6'7''.


Rank: Captain of the Tigers Fang

Personality: Seems to have somewhat of a sense of humor, but really all and all knows when to be serious about things. He has a mysterious precence to others, mostly because he keeps very quiet about his past. Keeping to himself when he's around others, his crew members just know him as an old sea dog. And thats it.


Bio/History:

J'skar keeps a mysterious and quiet past about himself. Though he enjoys talking to others when they ask him to tell them about himself he mostly stays quiet.

Himself almost being like a ghost with his murky past. The earlist known account of anything about him is that he arrived to anvil mysteriously. No explanation for his precence was ever given. The tavern he slept and stayed at knew him as an old looking sea dog who liked to drink a cup o'rum.

Eventually after a few years of laying low in Anvil he started to hire men for his own crew that he called the Tigers Fang. Taking them on illegal smuggling jobs and other such pirating jobs they finally became known as the offical anvil pirate crew for hire.

Though for now, he and his crew have no idea that the greatest treasure hunt of their lives is about to begin.

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okay i might start this on friday.

Dragon reaper is accepted

Name: J'renn Fal

Nickname: J'renn

Age: 27

Race: Orc

Birthsign: The Warrior

Class: Deckhand


Strengths: Experienced thief, good with knives
Weakness: Heavy drinker, lack of experience on ships


Skills: throwing knives & daggers, shortsword combat, sneaking

Weapons: steel shortsword, iron dagger, set of throwing knives

Clothing/armor: Leather boots, tan sack cloth pants, patchwork leather cuirass, dirty jacket, right leather gauntlet, and left orc bracer

Other items: flask, tobacco pipe, pair of dice

Appearance: tall female half-orc, messy red hair with braids, heavily tattooed and pierced.

Rank: crewman

Personality: On the surface, J'renn puts on a cheerful, if somewhat drunk persona, and likes to think of herself as a lovable rogue. Beneath this exterior, she genuinely regrets her past, and worries about her future.


Bio/History: J'renn was born to an Orc father and Nord mother who got together by accident during a night of heavy drinking in the slums of Bravil. Though they stayed together for a few years afterwards, they were never happy together, and her father left when she was young. Her mother drank heavily, and was often negligent, driving her to run away by the age of fourteen.

After running away, she began dealing skooma to support herself, and was very successful at this, working for some of the most feared drug lords in the Nibenay Basin. Her luck ran out after three years when she attempted to deal to an off-duty imperial watchman, leading to a five-year sentence.

After her time in prison, she quit the skooma trade, but unable to find decent work, become a traveling bandit. After several years traveling westward, she took up residence in Anvil, finding legal employment cleaning the docks.

J'renn was a regular at many of the local taverns, often joking that she's been drunk half her life. In spite of going straight for the most part, she found her new life dull, and after overhearing rumors of a pirate crew preparing to set out in search of treasure, she couldn't resist the opportunity.

shadow666 and hyper are accepted we will now start.

Character sheet


Name: Sten Mot

Nickname: Sten

Age: 30

Race: Ork

Birthsign: The Warrior

Class: Sailor

Appearence: 6 ft , Reddy-green skin with dark complexion, green eyes, two short jutting tusks product from his mouth, one broken before the tip. Bald head and a muscular upper body.

Strengths: Close Combat, Heavy lifting, Intimidation
Weakness: Intricate work, Swimming, Has a bad temper and a strong dislike of Imperials.

Skills: Blunt, Block, 2 handed weapons, hand to hand

Weapons: Small Wooden Club, Huge Iron Mallet

Clothing/armor: No Shirt, Cracked sleeveless leather jacket, Rusty Iron Greaves, old leather belt with noose to attach his club too and a pair of rough leather gloves.

Other items: a line of rusty iron wire and a battered compass

Rank: Crewman

Personality: Kind but distant, experienced and disturbed by his old life, he's a distant man who keeps his own council but when with close friends, like the other crew members, he's known to be friendly and good company. Quite intelligent for an Orc but reckless when angered.


Bio/History: Sten has had a happy but brutal past, he first lived in his birthplace on the borders of the Black Marsh in Stormhold. His father was an Orc and a common bandit, his mother was gone just as soon as Sten was born. Sten was raised by his father and the other bandits so he was brought up to revel in bloodshed and to fight for a living.

After a rough but happy childhood Sten became a bandit like his father, as well as attacking merchants and travellers the bandits, a mix of Nords and Orcs, reserved a special hate for the Imperial Army that built forts in the region around the border, this hate was made worst due to his fathers death at the hand of an Imperial soldier. In the months following his fathers death Sten had became a brutal monster, he no longer robbed travellers, he slaughtered them. The raids on the imperial forts became massacres and he drifted into a dark sea of blood and hate. His band of criminals became Infamous in Stormhold.

In a particularly gruesome attack, Sten became separated from his fellow bandits and cornered by Imperials. With only death and surrender as options Sten surrendered in hope of imprisonment instead of death. After a few weeks travel, Sten arrived in the Imperial City were he was sentanced to "Rot in a cell for the rest of his pitiful life".

After a sorrowful 5 year stint in an Imperial prison Sten was now 26. The Imperial guard watching his cell was unfortunate enough step too close to Stens cell when shouting abuse at him. Sten wrapped a line of rusty iron wire, around the guards neck and throttled him till his rage was spent. By way of releaving the guards corpse of his keys he was able to release a small mob from the cells.

In the ensuing riot Sten managed to be one of the few escapees and after a cautious few weeks on the run he changed his name to Sten Mot and offered his services aboard a pirate vessel that was docked in Anvil.

Name: Hllarethi Rainabshura
Nickname: Hllarethi
Age: 56 (or equivalent to mid 20s human)
Race: Dunmer (mostly Ashlander descent)
Birthsign: The Steed
Class: Savant
Strengths: well-traveled; knowledgeable about a variety of subjects. Acquainted with the customs of a variety of peoples and social classes
Weakness: prone to seasickness, a poor fighter
Skills: Mercantile, Speechcraft (more towards the etiqutte-end if you're familiar with the Daggerfall system), Athletics, Short Blade, Dodging/Unarmored, and a little Alchemy. Hllareth's main trade is in information, making him suited to jobs such as scouting, diplomacy, and trading.
Weapons: a curved ivory knife with an ebony hilt, and an old pistol with a loaded with a single glass bullet
Clothing/armor: a mix of simple Ashlander garb for comfort and elegant accessories befitting a merchant. Aside from a rare White Glass pauldron, he does not wear any armor. He owns an extensive collection of enchanted rings and amulets, mostly of a protective nature.
Other items: the fingerbones of his dead kinsmen and ancestors (worn in a pouch on his belt)
Rank: Agent
Personality: somewhat reserved; not a heavy drinker, preferring strong tea to rum on most days. A devout follower of Veloth's teachings. A little uneasy towards the "lowlifes".
Bio/History: as the son of a nomadic Ashlander merchant, Hllareth had seen most of Morrowind by his early teens. He migrated to the Hammerfell-Cyrodill border in his 30s to start his own trading business; unfortunately, after 15 years, his partner at the time incurred a rather large debt to the Thieves Guild, putting an end to their business. In order to raise the money to repay the Guild, he has offered to join the crew of the Tiger's Fang.