You all went to bed last night peacefully, blissfully, and comftorably, when you awoke, it was in the ruins of what might've been a fortress, you are in a stone-room with what appears to be no exit. Will you survive the horrors, will you go mad, or will you escape the hell dreamworld.

You all see each other, in a circle, in the room there is a fire in the center of you all. Sconces line the wall, under each sconce is a chest, with somebody's name on it...

Rules

This RP is about character development, investigation, and little combat.
No ubering.
No werecreatures/vampires.
No liches.
No daedra.
I am god, you attack someone else, I will kill your character.
You must escape the traps, if they truly are traps or illusions.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Race:
Birthsign:

Hair Color:
Hair Length:
Eye Color:
Skin Color:
Unique Appearance (Tattoos, scars, etc.):

Clothing:
Misc.:
Phobias/Fears:

Biography:

Wow, I had an idea much like this last week that I never furthered

Name: Kalarn Broodikus
Age: 23
Race: Dunmer
Birthsign: The Lady

Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Shoulder Length
Eye Color: Blood-Red
Skin Color: Gray as the ashlands
Unique Appearance: None

Clothing: Black Pants, Black Boots, Black Shirt (Long-sleeved), Black Gloves, and Black Cloak
Misc.: Journal, Quill, 3 Vials of Ink
Phobias/Fear: Liches

Biography: Son of Sir Zalphon and Madam Raven Broodikus, he was raised in luxury. When he turned eighteen years of age, his parents gave him a family heirloom, an ebony longsword engraved with "The Broodikus Family Sword," on the blade. He kept the blade with him as he travelled. When he went to see his wife in Vivec, Vvardenfell District, Morrowind, he had to sleep in an inn, for he was too tired to make it. When he lay down that night, he entered this crazed world, with only a suit of his clothing, his journal, his quill, and three vials of ink.