The Crusade
[A Roleplay]

Anvil, 3rd of Sun's Dawn

Dawn is breaking over the city's skyline; a cold fog hangs about the streets of Anvil. The city grinds to life, merchants open their doors, guards begin the morning rounds, and a number of denizens make their way to morning mass. Lances of sunlight pierce the dreary grey cloud cover; the cries of gulls carry over the city walls. The doors to the Chapel of Dibella are thrown open, and Priest Rawlins greets the practitioners as they enter Church. Rawlins is a friendly man, entering his 60th year and well-liked by the populace of the city.

"Good morning Ms. Caronel, the children doing well?"
"Just fine, sir, just fine. Although I'm sorry to say they could not be woken for your sermon."
The priest grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling,
"Well, we all know how they are at that age. The very demons of Oblivion could not wake them before mid-day."
Ms. Caronel chuckles obligingly and makes her way down the aisle to an open pew.

Rawlins waits until the flow of people abets, then takes his place at the front of the hall. The room is brightly lit, light cascading through the stained glass windows honoring the Nine.

Priest Rawlins turns to deliver his opening words when an arrow shrieks through the open door and strikes him dead. The church is in frenzy; people panic and stampede out the front doors, exploding into the street. The priest is left on the ground, a pool of blood forming around his head; a red-fletched arrow stuck through his left eye.

Messengers are dispatched later that day, carrying this letter to a number of worthy adventurers:

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You have been chosen to participate in a unique opportunity. You will work with the Church to apprehend a known criminal; you will fight for justice, for gold, or for report. Whatever your motivation, we want you to help us. If you are interested, be at the Skingrad Chapel at nightfall on the 7th. We will be expecting you.

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Rules
1. No being all-powerful or all-knowing.
2. No controlling other people's characters.
3. For this role-play, your character has to be pretty distinguished to receive the letter. Whether you're a vicious Arena Gladiator, a powerful member of the Mage's Guild, a tough-as-nails Mercenary, or a renowned Assassin, make sure your character has done something noteworthy. Although, you could roleplay a street urchin who happens to intercept the letter, or someone who follows an adventurer to the Chapel. But for the most part, your characters should be known for something.
4. This is a rated "R" roleplay. You can do pretty much whatever you want, as long as it's not unnecessarily pormographic or gory. Bonus points if you manage to seduce a member of the Church.
5. Write decent-sized posts. This means at least a paragraph, hopefully more.
6. Remember that the key to a good roleplay is character development! And try to give other people a chance to develop their characters as well.
7. Post your character sheet directly to the board, including an introduction, (No need to wait for my approval, I'll PM you if I think your character is inappropriate)


Character Sheet

Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age (that your character appears to be):
Physical Description:
Weapons:
Clothing/Armor:
Misc. Items:

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Skingrad, 7th of Sun's Dawn
The city is asleep. The local chapel's doors are closed; a guard stands ready by the front entrance. He keeps his vigil in the soft glow of a lantern, awaiting god-knows-what. Inside, a brown-robed man leans warily on the altar. He holds a worn piece of parchment in his hand. For him, the day is just beginning.


*Note: I will not be on for the rest of the night. I'll probably be back around noon Pacific Standard Time. If you show the guard your letter he'll let you in.

Name: William Eriksson

Race: Nord (Father) /Breton (Mother) (Physically appears more Nordish)

Gender: Male (duh)

Age: 28

Physical Description: Rather tall ( 6' 3" ), Pale complexion from both his mother AND father.
Not overly muscular, but fit from swimming and rowing. Not the most handsome man but attractive in his own way.
Left handed. Dark brown hair and blue/green eyes. Scar from the right corner of his mouth that goes for about 5 cm (2 inches for those fool who use the Imperial system)

Weapons: Officers Sword (Sabre), and Steel spear (made by father), two small daggers, one in his left boot one in a sheath up his right sleeve

Armour: Leather brigandine with Imperial dragon and Lieutenant-Commander markings engraved into the leather
Naval Issue Leather and Chainmail gauntlets
Naval Issue knee-high leather boots
Worn, faded, red cloak

Misc. Items: Compass
Flask
Parchment, quill and ink bottle

Got note because: Succesful Imperial Navy Lieutenant, recently promoted to Lieutenant-Commander.

IC: As he walked up the street that he knew so well from his childhood, William began to wonder

'How could someone do this, to Skingrad I mean we've so many memories.'
'You've done some pretty bad thing yourself Lieutenant-Commander Eriksson.'
That may be, but we both know that they were all as guilty as sin, they weren't innocent civilians shot down, in a chapel no less!'
'You don't know that he was innocent remember the controversy surrounding the last Lieutenant-Commander'

William snapped out of his train of thought as he arrived at the chapel, where a guard asked for his letter, after he was shown it, the guard saluted him and led him inside warning him
'Be careful it ain't pretty Sir.'
'That may be but I'm no spring chicken when it comes to death im very sorry to say.' replied William with a sad smile on his face.

As William's eyes became accutomed to the dim light he saw a man in a brown robe leaning against the altar and suddenly had a feeling that this was going to be more trouble that it was worth.

Name: Angorion
Gender: Male
Age: appears to be 19
Race: High Elf (Altmer)
Birthsign: The Apprentice

Appearance:
Height: 6"6 (1.95cm)
Weight: slim
Hair colour: gold/blonde
Skin colour: gold
General appearance: Angorion is a young altmer by their standards. His body build is stronger than the average high elf because of his practice of the sword but is still quite weak due to his Altmer heritage
his hair is the classic altmer gold in a windswept style. his skin is a deeper gold than most Altmer's. He has used magic to subtly change his appearance. His face has a stern characteristic.

clothing: While not wearing his legion armor, Angorion wears his mage's robes. Uses his mages hood in bad weather.

armor: Wears steel armor without a helmet. instead he uses his mages hood. Only wears gauntlets if he is around snow or if it is very cold.

enchanted items: Only his mages hood. he has enchanted it to slightly enhance the strength of his destruction spells.

weapons: Angorion's prefered melee weapon is a silver shortsword but he also carries a steel dagger for backup. He also uses his mages staff which launches fireballs. he is constantly tweaking his staff to suit his needs.


Class: battlemage
Specialization: Magic
Attributes: Intelligence, Strength
Major Skills: Mysticism, Heavy armor, Destruction, Alteration,
Restoration, Illusion, Blade

Bio: Angorion was born in The summerset Isle. After he was born, his parents decided to move to cyrodiil for a change of scenery. They settled down in Greyland, a house west of Leyawiin. sadly, they were killed shortly after arriving by a group of bandits who used the house for a stop-off on their travels.
His mother was washing him in the river at the time and when she saw the bandits entering the house, she put him in a basket and hid him in some reeds. luckily for Angorion, he was rescued by and imperial Battlemage who stumbled on him by chance. He was taken to the arcane university where he was adopted into the mages guild.
during his childhood, Angorion showed great potential in magic and was given his apprentice status at the age of fourteen. at this time he expressed his interest in swordsmanship. The battlemages that resided at the Arcane University offered to train him and it was obvious that he was a natural. By the age of sixteen, he had risen to the rank of Evoker.
At his seventeenth birthday, he was offered to join the Battlemages at the university. After negotiating, he accepted to be a part-time battlemage. He is currently a conjurer in the mages guild ranks and is working towards earning the title magician. He is also working on building up his strength to help with his swordsmanship. he aspires to one day become the leader of the battlemages and also a master wizard.

has note because: found it pinned to the questboard in the battlemages' quarters.

Character Sheet

Name: Gurz-Kroh-Whrog
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Age: 26

Physical Description: Black hair with dark green skin a scar down his left eye from a previous battle. Very Muscular but not overly muscular, Height 6' 5"

Weapons: Orc Double Bladed Battle Axe, Orcish War Axe x2 on each side.

Clothing/Armor: Full Orcish Armor , Brown Vest w/ Green shirt, Black Pants, light brown boots.

Misc. Items: Compass, Spy Glass, Map of Cyrodiil, deer meat x4

Bio: Gurz grew-up in the Dragon Tail Mountains with his father, (His mother died on a trip to Bruma), he learned how to wield an Axe when he was only just 5 yrs old, along with other weapons, Gurz grew to like the Battle Axe better than a sword because of the strength it took to carry and swing the weapon. After years of growing up in the mountains, Gurz father died of a disease in his 60's. He gradually became a mercenary for anyone who needed one. His most famous job, was when he was only 18, was to help some orc rebel's take back their land from some Legionnaire's, who had wrongly taken it for themselfs. During the battle, all the orc's had fallen along with the group of leggionaire's. The only one who stood standing at the end, was Gurz, he was soaked in blood and limbs of Orc's and Leggionaire's layed all around him. Gurz was paid with the gift of Orcish Armor, that he has always worn. He later joined into the army, where he became a high ranking officer. After being in the army for a few years, Gurz grew tired of High Rock, and travelled east to Skyrim where he took more jobs and then later moved south to Cyrodiil and is currently in Correl.



IC
As gurz finished his little bar brawl, a man walked in placing a note of somekind on the wall. Gurz dropped the imperial he had been fighting with, and walked over to the note on the wall, he quickly grabbed the note and walked out of the bar reading the note. Gurz left the town, and hurried to Skingrad to get the job. Later that day gurz finally got to the gates of Skingrad and made his way to the chapel where a guard stood waiting.

"Here's my note for the job!", gurz said in his deep hard voice. The man knoded as gurz walked into the chapel seeing a man in a brown robe and other men who had gotten the note as well.

Angorion strolled confidently across the Arcane University courtyard to the Battlemages Quarters. He had just returned from Leyawiin where he had helped the local residents with clearing out a group of necromancers residing in a nearby cave. He opened the door and walked over to his bed. Angorion quickly shed his armor and donned his robe. He then went back outside to listen to a lecture about doomstones and runestones. When the lecture had finished, he walked over to Xavier and greeted him. Xavier Sele was also a battlemage. He was two years older than Angorion. They had grown to like each other and completed numerous tasks together.
"I heard that there was a note on the quest board. The Skingrad chapel is calling for help with capturing some bandits who attacked the church." Xavier Said after they had caught up with each other. "It says that they will give gold to anybody who helps to find the bandits. They want to meet at nightfall on the 7th."
"I'll check it out then." said Angorion.
He walked into the battlemages quarters and straight to the questboard. Pinned to the middle of the board was an elaborate piece of paper. it had only a small amount of writing on it. Angorion quickly tore it of the the questboard and stuck it in his pocket. he had three days to get to Skingrad.
After gathering his things and donning his armor and sword, he set off on his steed, Equus, and rode towards Skingrad.

Three days later

Angorion entered the Chapel and was approached by a guard asking to see his note. Angorion pulled it out of his pocket and showed it to the guard. He was shown through to the main room. Angorion saw a man leaning wearily on the altar wearing a brown robe. He saw a number of people who had already arrived and walked over and joined them.

Gurz looks around seeing that an Altmer has entered the chapel, obviously looking to get the job. Gurz walks over to the tall Altmer who seem's friendly, as most of them do, "Altmer, its good to see your kin around here, I have'nt worked with a High Elf since I was in the Summerset Isle's, but that's in the past!", gurz holds his hand out to the altmer in friendship...

Angorion shakes the Orcs hand and says "Nice to meet you. My name is Angorion. I don't normally work with orcs due to the fact that there are currently none in the Arcane University. I'm guessing that you're here for the job as well?"
the Nord that was there came over to join the conversation.
"Hello Nord. My name is Angorion. Judging by your uniform, you are part of the imperial navy. Nice to meet you."

'Hmmm there's a few more than I thought there would be.'
'Yeah, look an Orc and an Altmer making friends.'
'So my best friends an Orc had you forgotten.'
'Calm down Me, look that Altmer's a Imperial Battlemage.'
'HA! so he's an Altmer and a Legionnaire.'
'Remind me again, why am I biased against Altmer?'
'We're not it's just because of that one captain that I served under, thought he was superior because he was an Altmer.'
'Ahhh yes I remember now the one with the eye-patch, arrogant as all hell, thought himself better for he would have lived longer.'
'...Yes well look how that turned out for him, might as well talk to the new meat.'

And with that William brought himself out of his head and responded to the young Altmer
'Yes I am, my name is William Eriksson' said William 'I just reached Lieutenant-Commander for serving off a large force of wanna-be Bosmer pirates, whilst their numbers was strong, their hearts wern't fortunately, they fled when I captured their captain.
You're technically in the Legion, what stories do you have?'

"congratulations on your promotion. I think we may have met briefly before but my memory is poor. I personally do not have many stories or tales. I have only been in the legion for two years." responded Angorion. "Actually, now that I think about it, I do have one good tale, although we weren't that successful. I was part of a legion expedition to clear out a large fort on the Elsweyr border. It was supposed to be full of bandits. When we arrived we found that the Fort had been taken by a powerful Lich. All of the bandits had been slaughtered and there was a large skeletal army. This army was large enough to take one of the major cities of Cyrodiil. There were just two battlemages, including myself, and we were sent to fight the Lich while the rest of the legionnaires distracted the army.

The whole expedition turned out to be a disaster. everyone was killed exept for myself and the other battlemage. It turned out that the Lich was performing a powerful ritual to summon a gate to a daedric plane. the only success was that we stopped the ritual. after that we escaped through a secret passage.

Later I returned with a large number of mages from the guild and helped to destroy the Lich."

Gurz looked at the Nord and his new friend Angorion as the two talk about their time in the Legion. Gurz looks down at the floor, as he listens to Angorion talk about his time in Elsweyr. "You know I met a few Leggionaire's a few season's ago, they did'nt take to kindly to me or my fellow orc's", gurz looks at the nord for a moment currious about him, "I never did fight with the legion, but I have seen them in action", gurz quieted down as he did'nt want to give away that he had accually killed the leggionaire's.

Gurz and the two sat down at a pew, and continued to talk, about their adventure's and jobs they had, "You know Angorion, I once worked with an Altmer, by the name of Amesuel, he was a good fighter and magician. I was sorry to hear that he had died after our jobs together. Did you know him?"...

"How long ago was this? I knew of an Amesuel." replied Angorion to Gurz's question.

Gurz thinks for a minute, trying to think of how long ago it was, "About six years ago, he died on a job while hunting a evil mage or something like that", gurz layed his head down for a minute as he thought back on the man, "He was a good elf, I would have given anything up to help him"....

As William moved from the wall were he was leaning to a pew near to where the others were sitting William listened to them discuss a young magician named Amesuel, he felt the need to comfort the Orc

'It wouldn't have been your fault, and even if it was there's no reason to blame yourself, we can't move back, only forewards.' he stated

'Do either of you know if there are to be anyothers and what that guy in the brown robe is doing here?' William asked trying to shift, most likely unsuccesfully, the conversation away from the past.

Name: Gregor Baugh
Race: Imperial
Gender: male
Age (that your character appears to be): 22

Physical Description: Gregor is tall and broad, his eyes are brown and are the only true indicators of his Emotions. He sports a dirty blonde beard, and shoulder length hair that is let free. He is skinny yet muscular, and his face is guant, yet still has that aura of Innocence around him.

Weapons: steel claymore with silver tip. one steel dagger that is posined and kept in his boot.
Regular Clothing: Hard leather vest worn over brown shirt, black pants, leather boots.
Armour: dwarven curris and greaves, gauntlets, boots

Misc. Items: 500 sptims, two repair hammers, a coil of rope, two health potions, canteen of water, canteen of beer, a pipe with tobacco, all carried in a small leather pack.

Bio: Born and bred near Bruma to a impoverished Imperial male and Nordic Woman, he was raised to be kind, worship the Nine, and taught that all that oppose the Empire, the Nine, and citizens of the Empire is evil, and to see things in Black and White. He was raised among the moutains, and their he devolped a close link with moutains and moutain climbing. he never recived a formal education, and worked in a mine, alongside his aging father when he turned 12. Their he devolped a keen sense of awarness and stealth, and his muscles became rock hard. He left at the age of 18, to join the fighters Guild with only his strength and a strong belife in the nine.

When he applied for membership, the Guild master forced him to go through combat training, and Gregor found a natural bond with the claymoore, much like the pickaxe. He quickly progressed through the ranks to Warder. He also put most of the money he earned into the charity of the church in Bruma, and dedicated many of his off hours to the chruch, helping with repairs and rennovations, to guarding the mourge from grave robbers.

His most endearing act, which earned him the rank of warder and his dwarven armour, was when he assisted a legion patrol in the containment of a dangerous Daedric cult, before finally leading them to destroy the cult.
Reason for reciving note: The church of the nine divines has recongized his zealous devotion to the Nine, and his combat powers.

OOC: I may post latter tonight hopefully.

"I think I might then. I knew an Amesuel who was my fathers friend. He visited often while I was growing up. around six years ago, news came that Amesuel had gone missing." Angorion looked sadly at the ground for a while. he then sat up and responded to the question asked by William "No, I have no idea."

Gurz thought and knoded as he looked at the man in the robes, "Excuse me, but are you going to tell us what this job is, because if this is it, then its been a waist of time", gurz looked around, as he waited for a responce. He looked over at Angorion and the Nord, "I think he might be a silent monk or something like that?", gurz looked back over at the man...

OCC: Is Mathum going to ever come back to this Rp or am I really waisting my time?

OOC: I think he said he'd be back about noon

William laughed at Gurz's thought of the silent monk, he heard a noise and had his hand on his sword before he realised that is was a new guy joining them.

'Ahh this is taking too long' growled William 'I'm going to get a drink at the tavern I'll be back soon.'

Gurz looked at the Nord who stood-up, and looked towards Angorion, "Want to go grab something to drink, I'm not going to sit here waisting my time", gurz gets up and follows the nord to the pub...

OCC: Well its past noon on his time, so... Whatever?

Angorion followed Gurz and William to the pub. As he was walking out the door he saw an imperial enter. "you're probably here for the job. Come with us to the pub. we were waiting for a while and we decided to get a drink." Angorion said. He then walked quickly to catch up to Gurz

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Name:Dhern The Hearted

Race:Nord

Gender:Male

Age: 35

Class: Paladin. (Holy warrior gifted in the ways of the blade heavy armor and restoration.)

Physical Description: Like All nords Dhern is a stout muscular warrior type. His skin is a flushed pale white. His hair is dark brown Windbraided and lengthened to midway on his neck. He is tall average to nord height and well built in size. His face is gaunt rounded in a perfect way his chin clefted. His eyes are mixed in color, Right aye appeares to be a brisk icy blue, the left light green.

Bio: Dhern had grown up in a small village of Skyrim. His father was a blacksmith and his mother a stay at home wife. Dhern had learned the ways of the sword when he reached the age of 10, practicing swordplay with his uncle Grilarc The Swiftblade. When Dhern had reached age 16 his parents were killed by a small band of Barbarian bandits while taking Weapons and armor to an Imperial outpost for the soldiers. After witnessing and living after the masacere Dhern had sworn an oath to protect the people in the service of the nine. He had trained in the ways of the healer to become a well gifted Paladin. At age 25 he moved to Cyrodiil and settled in Bruma where the climate was to his liking and in the province that needed such a man of his class.

Weapons: Elegant Ebony Longsword forged by a skyrim blacksmith, best in the province. Suitable blade for a paladin.

Clothing/Armor: Steel armor with sheild, no helm. Nordic fur clothing.

Misc. Items: Book: Tale of Pelinel White Strike, Armorer hammer, Flask of mead,

Ic:
Dhern had finally arrived in Anvil. The small city state a bit out of his taste, but the place wasn't half bad. He looked down at his hand wich held a note he had received from the chapel in Bruma. Rereading it over and over. He looked up after halting in the street and saw the large tower of the chapel he was headed to. He gave a sorrwful sigh and began walking again. In his left hand he carried a large bag wich held his armor and it clanked, the noise muffled from the bag. His sword was holstered on the belt which fastened over his fur shirt. Why would this happen? Who would murder a priest and desecrate a chapel? The questions ran through his mind endlessly. Soon he arrived at the chapel outside stood a guard keeping an eye out. He approached casually and the guard held up his hand.

"I can't let anyone in Nord! unless you have been summoned!" dhern gave a sigh and handed out the note that setteled in his right hand. The guard took it and read it then looked up at Dhern. "I am sorry sir, Go ahead in, but watch yourself, its a mess." He gave a salute and Dhern nodded and then noticed a group of people exitign the chapel. He approached Calmly and gave a small bow, his bag touching the ground slightly. "My names Dhern, You guys wouldn't be here because of a summons would you?" He kept his face calm and plain.

The large, pale Nord in his way surprised William at first, but then his more sociable side took over.

'Well hello there, yes we were summoned but no one has shown up to tell us what to do so where going to the tavern for a drink, I know the barkeep so they'll be rather cheap, do you wish to come with us?'

As he was saying this William looked at the sword at the newcomers side

'By Azura, it's ebony!'
'Yes he must either be very rich, very lucky, a thief or all three.'
'Yeah calm down, I shouldn't assume the worst in people.'
'True but quite often the worst is the truth.'

Brining himself out of his head William awaited an answer.

Dhern smiled. "Sure, I'll have a round or two. Haven't had a good drink since I left bruma." He braught his bag up to his shoulder the armor clanking around inside. "Would also get some mead for my flask here. It's bone dry."

Gurz looked at the nord who they had just met as they left the chapel, "Mead, thats for babies, Now if your talking about, Mead and Ale with half a beer mixed together, then you've got yourself something to drink!", gurz laughed and the group continued on to the pub...

'That may be Gurz but I'm in possesion of a liquor that can drop a horse, now theres nothing wrong with some good mead. When I was first conscripted to the Navy, mead and ale was all we had and it definately
helped with morale, after rowing for a week straight you don't want hard liqour, I reckon I've got a bit attached to Navy grog too.' explained William, laughing whilst doing so, he'd already had a swig from his flask and it had started to loosen his tongue.

'Now to you, Dhern wasn't it? How in the name of Azura did you afford an ebony blade?, In the Navy only the Captains and highers-ups get ebony and mostly it's decoration.'