Well, for the first time in a very long time, I am wandering off the path of a freeform RP and going into the realm of story Driven RP's. Now, I shall set the scene of the RP if you wish to join in.

The year is 4E 16, and the empire is beginning to make a full recovery from the oblivion crisis. After the crisis, a civil war between the provinces broke out, with the Imperial alliance (Summerset Isles, Valenwood, Redgaurd, Cyrodill, Elsweyr) fought a bloody war against the Confederate provinces (Morrowind, Skyrim, High rock, Black marsh) for 13 years. The confederate states, led by Morrowind, seceded after the empire refused to send aid to the provinces due to massive economic debt. Morrowind, along with the other confederate provinces, then seceded from the empire and attempted to begin a new government, based in Vivec. Enraged, Cyrodill gathered the loyal provinces and started their Imperial alliance, but did not attack Morrowind instead, they sent 5 diplomats to try and negotiate for the confederate provinces to rejoin the empire. Morrowind, instead, took the diplomats as prisoners and had them publicly executed along with many other imperial supporters.

The empire saw this as the last straw, and declared war on the confederate states. Sadly, the empire desperately underestimated the military capabilities of the confederacy, and was crushed in the initial attack on Morrowind. The empire was losing desperately until a new commander; Arcturus Illik defeated high rock and regained control of the province. Arcturus was promoted to General of Imperial forces and led a string of stunning victories against the confederates. Finally, in the final battle of Vivec, Morrowind surrendered unconditionally and rejoined the empire, along with the rest of the confederacy. In the battle, Illik lost his left leg, but was still championed one of the greatest heroes of the empire, and some speculate his is a divine figure.

The confederacy signed the treaty of Kvatch, which put extreme regulations on Morrowind. Morrowind and the rest of the confederacy was not allowed to have an army, the former confederate provinces were not allowed to have any independent government, and Imperial guards patrolled the streets of the cities and enforced imperial law. Unable to do anything about it, Morrowind humbly accepted the terms and the imperials once again placed their iron grasp on Morrowind.

Now, 1 year after the end of the war, strange events have been happening in Suran. Brutal and gruesome killings, by some unknown force, have been occurring. They are totally random and unpredictable, and the killings can happen to anyone. To attempt to bring civil order back to Suran, the empire sent Arcturus Illik to investigate. After a week of investigation, Arcturus was found dead in his quarters, and a note in his hand. When the note was opened, it read this: "See whose shadow is taller than his own soul" and was apparently written in Arcturus's own blood.

Now, Cyrodill and Morrowind are once again on edge, but neither can pinpoint who killed Illik. Now, the serial killer has sent out a series of notes, each with a red blade on them, to a group of normal people. And their destinies will become irreversibly intertwined with the fate of Tamreil, and they are forced to find out who is doing this, or they will have to pay the ultimate price...


You play this Rp as one of the people who received this note. You can be anywhere in Morrowind when you receive the note, but not outside Morrowind. The note will read this.

"You have been chosen. You are going to die in 4 days. Try and leave Morrowind, and you will die. I have sent this note to several others, and their names are listed here. (List of all the RPers Characters) you may try and stop me, but it will be futile. But if you insist, your first clue will be in Suran. Go. Your time is running out." attached is a teleport scroll leading to Suran.

Standard rules of RPing are in order. Please PM me your character sheets if you are interested in joining.

Character sheet:

Name: Uther Eldern
Nickname(s), Titles: Uther
Race: Breton
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birth sign: The Atronach

Focus: Combat
Main skills: Blade, Destruction, Mysticism, Heavy Armor, and Block
Class: Spell Breaker
Class Description: Elites in their own style, these warriors are trained to act as a lightningrod for magic on the battlefield, using their skills to defend their brethren in battle, or to increase their own powers on personal missions. These footknights are valued throughout the legions.
Guild: Fighter's Guild
Rank: Guardian

General appearance: A lean body, with some muscle mass visible, moderate height and wieght.
Hair: Crimson, natural style down to his shoulders
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Tattoos/Scars: A half-moon scar on the back of his hands.

Primary weapon: An enchanted silver falchion.
Secondary weapon: A silver dagger
Primary clothing and armor: A set of dark leather clothing.
Other clothing and armor: A set of heavy black mithril.

Inventory: The note and dagger, some gold, the magic scroll, and a compass & map.
Misc: N/A

Mental Discription: Down to earth, realistic, overthinks when stressed.

Bio: A former member of the blades, Uther traveled to Morrowind in hopes of finding good work with his guild, yet when he arrived in Balmora, he was met by a mysterious messenger...

"Dammit all!"

Uther cursed himself as he arrived at the gates of Suran through means of magic. Why, of all places to be at that moment, did he have to be in sight of that messenger?! He would have much preferred to not know when his death would come. Ever since then, he had been looking over his shoulder every few seconds.

The curtain of night was heavy outside when he entered the warm tavern and ordered a mug of ale, which the bartender had a hard time finding in his storage room. He sat down at an empty table and re-read the note to himself over and over until he had memorized every punctuation mark, every last line of ink, to try and recognize if anyone he knew had written this.

...4 days. Try and leave Morrowind, and you will die...

He would have a drink, rest up, then search for this first clue to saving his life.

Hold on, please don't start posting quite yet. Right now we are trying to get players. Then, when I deem we are ready, we can begin

I wanna join!

My character:

Name: Rilgar

Race: Argonian

six: Male

Apparel: Instead like other Argonians Rilgar is pitch black but you still clearly see the scales and his eyes are red and some main parts of his body are some what reddish.
He is a little muscular and mysterius looking, thou he is couple cm:rs longer than a human he somehow seems clumsy. As hair he has those two fishy thing on his head and they are some what reddish.
And he has a russian like accent you know slow but strong and says ''r'' sharply not muffeld like in normal english.

Skills: Blade, sneak, athelics, acrobatics, medium armor and enchantment.

Bio: Rilgar is calm and some what smart and dumb at the same time. Humans still annoy him for being all high and mighty.
Rilgar is interested in magic and is be eager to learn destruction spells.

Weapons and armor: Wears enchanted leather armor but not a helmet. Uses enchanted blade and also has an neclase of swift feet granting him the ability to move increnebly fast in any terrain.

Backround: Being born in morrowind and raised but living in cyradiil for decades. He has now returned home and just when things were starting to look good he got this message..........

This RP Died back in 2008 guys...

Lawl.... I wonder how they manage to get all the way to the back pages to find this???

Old indeed.