DAMN YOU EDUCATION SYSTEM! Ah well, its good that you're staying faithful to the other RP's you're in. But there is always a spot open if you want in, assuming the RP is alive that is. And uhh... the Fists of Randagulf are taken

Well Okay then. But once again thanks for the nice feedback.

I guess we'll wait for maybe one or two more people and then we'll begin. But there is no limit, so if anyone wants to join SPEAK UP.

Do you have a Grand List o' Taken Artifacts anywhere? It may be easier to have one, in case someone's called something in PM, or wants to join later, but doesn't have time to search through character sheets.

And, if they're not taken, I think I've got a character idea with the Skeleton Key and the Ring of Khajiiti. Woooo, super-thief.

Wow, BSparrow, are you joining every roleplay that comes up these days? Talk about dedication and comitment.

I've got a couple of weeks left before school takes me away again, so I might join. I just need to think of a suitably nasty character. I'm in a villainous mood this week.

Name:Iridius Darkweaver
Race:Breton
Age:26
Gender:Male
Birthsign:The Serpent

Class:(Made up class) Wild One

Skills
Major:Hand to Hand, Acrobatics, Athletics
Minor:Unarmored, stealth
Misc:Transformation into the body of a Wolf

General Appearance: Wear's no clothes due to the fact he is a werewolf. His eyes are blue when not transformed, and yellow when they are.

Detailed Appearance: This Breton seems to have a massive amount of scars on his body. Short black hair is visible on his head, while a large brand with the mark of L is visible on his neck.

Weapons: Fist, Claws
Armor: Usually wears nothing, unless it is on a occasion. Then he wears some loin cloth

Artifacts: Ring of Khajiiti

Backpack: Usually nothing, due to the fact he tends to hunt for his food.

Bio: For many years, Iridius hunted Daedra Worshippers and brought them into justice, whether by killing or by bringing them to a local prison. One night, he stumbled upon a shrine dedicated to the Daedric God, Hircine. Surrounding it were many cultist, who as soon as they spotted him, began to attack.

After a long battle, with much evasion involved, Iridius found himself weary, gazing at the blood-covered Shrine of Hircine. Passing out, a vision came to the man. In it, Hircine told Iridius that as punishment for defiling his shrine, he would be turned into a beast.

The next morning, Iridius woke up to find himself covered in blood and stripped of all clothing, the corpses of merchants surrounding him, all seeming to have been torn apart and bitten by wolves. Realizing what he had done, Iridius ran as far away from civilization as possible, finding himself living in caves high up in the Jerral Mountains.

After one year of doing so, the werewolf found himself doing battle against bandits at night, letting them enter his home.. but not letting a single leave. One morning, Iridius woke up to find many bandit corpses surrounding him... however, there was something strange about one. His arm was visible touching the ground, however the hand was not.. and yet, it did not seem to be cut off.

After grabbing the invisible hand, Iridius found that the man was wearing a ring, which when worn and words are spoken, would make the bearer invisible. Iridius decided to keep the ring, hoping to use it if he ever wished to return to civilization, if only for a hour or so. The people in towns would most likely begin to cause much commotion about how a naked Breton was walking around.

((Jonas, if there is anything wrong with this bio, just PM me and I will edit it up.))

Ah, nuts. There goes my idea. Guess I'm out, then.




I wouldn't have to join so many if the ones I'm already in didn't keep dying.

....which I take no responsibility for! It's a coincidence, I tell you! :ahhh:

He he, I wouldn't take her on if I was you, Jonasvault. This girl seems to be a bad omen!

WAit... so its not just me then!? WOOOOT!

Don't go discouraging people here... When can we begin? I wanna see my Fanatik in action!

I don't know if we are supposed to PM sheets to you? BUt whether or not, this sounds like its a fun chance to go a little uber.

I'll edit a CS into this post when I get back. Purchasing Empire: Total War

I also reserve all rights to Spellbreaker

Maybe I spoke too soon. I looked through the artifacts, and the Bow of Shadows might work for my idea just as well.

So I guess I'm calling the Skeleton Key and the Bow of Shadows. I'll tweak my character sheet and send it to you.

That is, if I'm not a bad omen.

Pff, if your a bad omen, I must be a REALLY bad omen, because every rp I join ends up dying... every single one. I have yet to be in one that finishes 100%.

Well maybe it's just loss of interest. I've never finished an RP either but they tend to drag on if they don't have a good structure.

By the way, you should fix your char sheet cause it's double posted. You have your name race and what not up there twice.
And both you, and that crazy nord are always half naked I noticed. Let's hope BSparrow is at least clothed and we'll have ourselves and RP! If Jonas thinks it fit to begin that is.

If it makes you feel better, most RPs never finish.

Yeah, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever been in a complete RP either. Though I do remember a couple that at least finished a story arc. Eh, finishing an RP around here is like hunting for the proverbial unicorn.

Approved.


Char Sheet

Name: J'Inji
Nickname: Bosscat J'Inji
Race: Khajiit
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Tower

Class: Gentleman Thief
Class Description: A step above your run-of-the-mill pickpocket, the Gentleman Thief will rob you with a charming smile and a fine-print-ridden contract. These thieves are shrewd when it comes to investing their stolen goods, and can turn a profit out of almost any bad situation... up to and including arrest and incarceration.

Skills:
Major:
Sneak [80]
Mercantile [65]
Acrobatics [60]
Unarmored [55]
Marksman [50]
Minor:
Security [45]
Speechcraft [35]
Illusion [30] -Light, Rally/Calm Creature, Charm, Silence
Misc:
Also has Beggar's Nose and Tower Key Birthsign abilites

General Appearance: Unfortunately, J'Inji has no general appearance: due to a curse put on him by Nocturnal, J'Inji is completely and permanently invisible. He occasionally activates a Light spell around himself which allows others to see him in a ghostly glowing green outline, but that's as clear as he gets anymore.

Height: - 5'9"
Weight: - 150 lbs
Build: - Leanly muscled, built for agility
Fur: - Under the invisibility, its a black-to-white gradiant: black down his back and white down his front.
Hair: - Kept short, except for a single thin braid down his back
Eyes: - Yellow

Mentality: J'Inji is a bit on the bitter and snarky side. He is an ambitious, business-minded Khajiit who enjoys having things simply for the sake of having them. He thinks in terms of profit and gain, even when interacting with people. Right now, however, most of his focus is on finding a way to reverse his Daedric curse, rather than on making money.

Artifacts: Skeleton Key and Bow of Shadows (see Biography)

Weapons: The Bow of Shadows and a quiver of 30 silver arrows.
Clothing/Armor: A green velvet doublet over a white silk shirt and black breeches, no shoes. He keeps a set of soft leather gloves handy strapped to his belt, for when he's pulling a heist.

Other Gear: Hidden in his jacket, he keeps the Skeleton Key, probes, various maps and documents, a handkerchief, money (500 gold) and a filled soul gem. He has a backpack specifically for this journey filled with food, water, a bedroll, and 3 healing potions.

Biography:
J'Inji started his life as a household slave on mainland Morrowind. His master was a suspiciously prosperous noble in House Dres who made a living in shipping and planting. J'Inji was one of those slaves trained to keep his household tidy and see to the comfort of guests. From early on, J'Inji showed a tendency to steal bits of silverware and jewelry from his master, and hoard it, seeing his collection as an expression of the freedom he longed for. In the mean time, he was constantly in the background while his master conducted his business, and picked up a number of tricks from the Dunmer, although neither of them were aware of that at the time.

Then, one day, there came a guest who was secretly a Morag Tong assassin. That night, J'Inji found his master dead in his quarters. He activated his Birthsign ability, Beggar's Nose, hoping to find the keys to his shackles. Instead, he sniffed out the secret to his master's success: the Skeleton Key. He used the Skeleton Key to unlock his shackles, then fled off into the night with the Artifact. The next day, he'd hopped a caravan out of Morrowind altogether.

In the 9 years since his escape, J'Inji has made something of a name for himself in High Rock, Skyrim, and Hammerfell. He used the Skeleton Key to amass a hoard of stolen goods, sold them for a profit, hired people to do the stealing for him for more profit, and continued the cycle ad infinitum. As of a year ago, he was the center of a massive tri-provincial racket of smuggling, drug dealing, thievery, and information gathering. He rubbed the fur of the Thieves' Guild the wrong way, until he offered to give the Guild a cut of his profits, just so they wouldn't "buy him out" (read: steal everything he had). Working in tandem with the Thieves' Guild, his racket prospered, and he ran it like a business. All the while, he gladly participated in any major scores himself as a thief, his urge to collect netting him better and better prizes.

Then, a year ago, he bit off more than he could chew by orchestrating a job on a small settlement in High Rock said to be housing a Daedric Artifact. The thieves successfully pulled off the job, robbing most of the settlement of everything they had; J'Inji himself found the rumored Daedric Artifact--the Bow of Shadows--hanging like a trophy on one man's wall. What J'Inji didn't know was that the man he robbed was a priest of Nocturnal, and most of those in the settlement were members of her coven.

In punishment for robbing one of hers, Nocturnal cursed J'Inji, binding the Bow of Shadows permanently to him until such a time as he made amends. What's more, the bow's invisibilty and speed fortifying enchantment became permanent, and J'Inji was unable to take the bow off (even while sleeping), any other weapon burning his hands on contact. This also meant that anything equipped to him also became invisible (although equipped items lost that property when he stopped touching them).

At first, J'Inji was delighted with his new vanishment, and took advantage of the mobility and opportunity it afforded. However, the novelty quickly soured as his own employees kept sitting on him, running into him, stepping on his tail, and even forgetting he was in a room.

After a couple weeks enduring this, J'Inji left his organization in the hands of a trusted lieutenant and headed back to the Nocturnal coven. There, he was told that the curse would be lifted only when he 'returned to her the equal of that which was taken.' Having no idea what that meant, he's been wandering Tamriel, uncertain what to do, but trying anything he could think of to appease the Night Mistress, ever since. He's literally vanished from his racket--failing to contact them for eight months now--and his employees have been steadily running it into the ground without him.

HALF naked?

Oooohhhh. The invisible man! Reminds me of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

Excuse me, you only wear loin cloths "on special occasions".

Well this better be a really special occasion because my char would like to feel at least semi comfortable in between a half naked madman, a FULLY naked werewolf, and an invisible cat behind her.

Okay everyone, we may being. Our starting position is in the imperial city, the Elder Chambers of the White Gold Tower to be exact. Now you don't have to post as if you're already in the chambers. You can make a post like you're riding/walking into the Imperial City, and then getting into the chambers so we can kick this thing off.

It is kind of late now for me, so I think we should make maybe afew posts tonight if you guys feel like it, or we could just start tomorrow.

OOC: Alright... I guess I'll start out alone in the council chambers for now before I drift away from the forums.

Aluna'Zira stumbled into the empty council chambers of white gold tower, hoisting a large bag over her shoulder. In her free hand was a gray and faded, crystalline looking staff that was unmistakably the rare and unpredictable Wabbajack. Leaning the staff against the table, she pulled a chair out with her foot and set down at the large stone council table, dropping her bag onto the floor with a loud thump. A faint echo of the landing drifted throughout the chamber. Aluna was waiting for chancellor Ocato to arrive and was also expecting others to arrive as well.

A few days ago, Aluna had recieved a letter at her home in Leyawiin explaining that her prescence was required in the imperial city as quickly as possible. The letter told her that word had come of her possession of powerful "artifacts" and they believed that they would be of use for a very important cause, though what she was really needed for was not explained. Since then, she had only heard from the door guard that others were to be expected soon.

Leaning back, she dug out a book from her bag and flipped to a page that she had marked by folding its corner.

Iridius walked into the Imperial City calmly, looking around to make sure no one had seen him, despite the fact that there were indeed many people standing around him. Thanks to a ring he always wore, Iridius could turn in and out of visibility when ever he wished, which came into major use when he needed to visit towns and civilization for food at times.

Recently, the Breton had heard about the council thinking of forming a group to combat the Daedra Hordes. Iridius wanted to be apart of that group, however he needed to make sure that they would not shun him for what he was.

Letting out a sigh, the Breton went into a inn, and came out seconds later, with people looking toward his direction, at a floating piece of bread which the air seemed to be consuming. Iridius then headed toward the White Gold Tower, where he heard that a meeting of sorts would be held there. Being invisible indeed had its uses for Iridius.

Entering the tower, Iridius looked about to see if anyone was watching him.. no one. The guards were probaly swapping positions or doing a training exercise. Iridius muttered something, becoming completely visible. Had he done so in the middle of the city, there would be much commotion for obvious reasons.

"You there!" a voice cried out suddenly, Iridius looking behind his back to see where there was once no guards, now there was one approaching him. "What do you think you are doing in the palace? And why dont you have any clothes on?"

The breton let out a sigh, calmly replying,

"I was informed people with certain items were required. As for the lack of clothing... really, it would just go to waste if I was the one wearing clothes."

"Hmmph. Well get out of here! Only people with invitations are allowed inside, and last I checked, you weren't invited." the guard said harshly, pointing to the exit.

Iridius simply waved his ring-hand infront of the guard, giving him a frown before saying.

"How is this for a invitation?"

"Well.." the guard muttered, looking around, "Fine.. but if you are going to be here, at the very least put on some pants."

Iridius turned, entering the council chamber and ignoring the last part of the guards sentence.

Now all he had to do was wait.. wait and see what would happen.

J'Inji paced back and forth through the Market District, dodging half-heartedly around people who attempted to walk right through him. His bow rattled against his quiver, drawing curious glances that he paid no attention to. His right hand idly flicked at the letter neatly folded into sixths in his briast pocket.

He'd come this far. Somehow, the messenger had found him all the way up in Whiterun, Skyrim... and finding an invisible Khajiit who had effectively dropped off the face of Nirn had to have been no mean feat. It should have been the least he could do to make an appearance.

...so to speak.

However, he was a thief--more than a thief... he was a gleefully unrepentant crime lord who made a profit off of flouting Imperial Law. Walking into the White Gold Tower could very well be as good as signing his own arrest warrent.

But again, finding an invisible Khajiit... if the men in the Imperial Legion had managed to track him down for a trap like this, they almost deserved to have him turn himself in.

Then again, if it wasn't a trap, there was every reason to enter that tower. The letter had claimed that his assistance was needed in dire matters of Tamriel's safety; if that was true, J'Inji was all for giving it a go. It was like a new venture; think of the profits that could be made.

Besides, he was rather attached to Tamriel--what with living there--and would so hate to see it destroyed.

He sighed through his nose--startling a young Breton woman standing near him--and smoothily turned to walk briskly toward the tower. And, compliments of a certain Bow, his 'brisk walk' was about equivalent to a standard jog for most people. His magically heightened speed was originally something that had taken getting used to; at the beginning, he'd tended to overshoot and run himself into walls and furniture. Now, it was another occasionally-useful-but-usually-annoying part of his existence courtesy of the Prince of Shadows.

He tightened the strap on his bow, stopping the rattling so that he could come upon the White Gold Tower in silence. He'd had too many encounters with Legion officers asking him to "show himself," and only to promptly over-react when he--understandably--couldn't comply. It was just easier to sneak past the guards and avoid the entire mess.

The heavy doors into the Elder Council chambers creaked as he entered, then clicked shut behind him. He paused there to get his bearings, his ears perked for danger and his tail twitching in agitation behind him.

Generally, he was impressed with the Council chambers. They had an air of majesty to them that said "important things happen here." The room was dominated by a very large round table and throne-like chairs. J'Inji was caught between the impulse to deface them or order a set of his own.

Not so majestic was the naked Breton standing in the room.

His ears went back against his head at the sight. And here he'd thought Nords were usually the ones with that particular problem. Nonetheless, the man bore a body that spoke of plenty of battle experience--for some part in his hardened muscles, but for the most part in the sheer amount of scars.

The room's other occupant was a red and green Argonian female who was genially reading a book. J'Inji was hard-pressed to say what she did; her clothing was simple and not very class specific. The staff leaning against the table beside her was very distinctive--Wabbajack... that should be interesting. Still, the fact that she had pulled out a book told the Khajiit that she was at least a little civilized.

Which was more than could be said about the Breton, as far as he could tell.

He let his travel pack drop to the ground beside an empty chair next to the Argonian's, the brown leather bag shimmering into sight as soon as he let go of the strap. Then, he pulled the chair out and luxuriously sprawled himself sideways in it, putting his bow-laden back against one armrest and tossing his feet over the other. Oh yes, he definitely needed to order a set of these... once he was fit to order anything, that was.

So long as no one sat on him, this might prove to be a profitable day.

Theram walked through Green Emperor's Way, finding the door to the majestic White Gold Tower. The Daedric Crescent strapped to his back, just under his Tribunal cloak. Stepping across the threshold of the mighty tower, Theram was awestruck. The Council Chambers were not but a few steps down the hall. And yet, he knew not much about why he had been called to Cyrodiil, let alone its most iconic sight and city.

Theram stepped through the doors and into the council room, it seems he was not the only one there. An Argonian, a Khajiit, and a half-naked Breton. It seems that the Elder Council certainly had something in mind for such a strange bunch. What with the Akiviri Invasion and the Oblivion Crisis, the Council had their hands full.

But tossing the thought from his head, Theram sat down, and he also noticed the Ring on the Argonian's finger, as well as the staff leaning beside her. Theram also began noticing that each of them had an artifact of old. So, not wanting to be outdone, Theram took off the leather sheathes that encased the Crescent Blade.

He began polishing it with old from a Kwama.

Then, Theram took off his Ordinator's helmet, revealing the tattooed ashland face, and rested it under his arm. "So... Argonian, how did you acquire such a fine staff, I hear that Prince Sheogorath is rather tricky." said Theram in a raspy voice.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, I am dead tired, good night guys and try not to make this move too fast. Tomorrow I'll introduce Chancellor Ocato and the layout of everything. If you still want to post, talk amongst eachother.

Raccal walked swiftly through the Imperial City, his armor on as usual, but covered by a simple tanned cloth shirt and his standard wolf-skinh cloak over top. Strapped to his back was his legendary shield, Spell Breaker, as well as his plain spear behind it, and a leather sling hanging from his belt. He entered the Palace District, making straight for the splenderous White Gold Tower, curious as to way exactly he was being brought here.

He had never done anything heroic or of the like to deserve a medal or anything, but he couldn`t shake the feeling that it had to do with his shield, though he had become more paranoid with it by the month, hoping he wouldn`t get in trouble for having it, and not wanting to draw the wrong sort of attention to himself because of it. Now that he thought of the letter he had recieved, the one he had barely read, he remembered something about aiding the Empire or some such. Of course that could very well mean giving up his shield.

Whatever it was, he would find out soon, as he walked into the massive towers entrance, his feet echoing on the stone floor. As he approached the guards at the door, he saluted quickly, noting how the man wasn`t surprised he was here. His curiosity peaked, he entered the famed Council Room, and saw that four people were already inside, an Argonian, the most wild looking Breton or possibly Imperial man he had ever seen, and a DUnmer with tattoos across his face, in bonemold armor, as well as brilliant looking Ebony mail.

The Argonian was simple looking enough, though next to her sat an ornate crystal staff, one that made him think she was rather wealthy or a powerful mage. The Dunmer was more to his liking, as here he saw a fellow fighter, though he doubted their beliefs in battle were alike, and his blade was magnificent. As he made his way to a large chair, he noticed a bag, seemingly ownerless, just lying on the floor. He sat a few seats down from it, deciding to avoid the wild man, and removing his shield and spear, resting them against the chair to his left, while he looked around to his right at the area next to the bag.

Iridius sat down slowly, looking around the council room nervously. He had no way of telling what time it was, nor did he know when the council would begin. It was bad enough how much he stood out from the rest of the people, let alone being something they had no idea of.

"Um..." Iridius finally spoke up, "Does anyone know what time it is? Or rather, how many hours until it is completely night?"