With Martin Septim dead and the Elder Council in a state of turmoil , the aftermath of the oblivion crisis was as bad as the war itself . The whole of Tamriel split into several factions , all with their own ideas and beliefs of what the future should be like and how it should be led . Rebellion , espionage , and murder plagued the lands .
Out of all these Factions however , only two held any real influence within the land . The "United Council" , led by the remnants of Cyrodiils political infrastructure , believed a new emperor should be crowned and things resume as they did once before . However , the simply named "Republic" strongly believed that a emperor-less land would not only benefit everyone , but would prove to be the first steps in eliminating any higher power whatsoever , and resulting in a classless Tamriel where everyone worked equally and everyone had common ownership of all means of production and property in general .
This meant that there would not only be no emperor , but the Mane would hold no more power over Elsweyr , the indigenous houses of Morrowind would be utterly removed from the grand scheme of all things , and all leading powers within Summerset isles , High Rock , Orsinium , Skyrim , and all over provinces within Tamriel would be dismantled .
However , the Republic was becoming the very thing it tried to rid the land of , a totalitarian power that was crushing anything who opposed in pursuit of its one ambitious dream . Lands were divided . Black Marsh , Skyrim , Orsinium and Elsweyr Allying themselves with "The Republic" , and High Rock , Cyrodiil , Morrowind , and the Summerset Isles joining "The United Council" . Valenwood and Hammerfall have avoided the conflict altogether .
Anticipating an Attack from the South-East from Black Marsh , The Cyrodillic United Council has a plan : Hit them before they hit us . Cyrodiil invaded Black Marsh from the South-East, and in doing so triggered a major war that would be written down in the annals of history for years to come . What was once a mere aggravated disagreement between two opposing powers had now turned into an all out battle for supremacy .
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The Roleplay
Black Marsh has been invaded by Cyrodillic forces in an attempt to abolish their totalitarian ideals and turn the province into that which supports the United Council . Utilising the finest in Magicks combined with ancient Dwemer designs , the United Council has managed to equip their fighting force with the highest calibre of military equipment .
The many military units boast a impressive arsenal of ordinance , including Dwemer Satchel Packs and Magicka generators . Airships fly over the smoldering Marsh to drop off United Council soldiers into the thick of battle , powered by a combination a steam and crafty levitation magick .
What the U.C doesn't know however , is that this is an unwinnable battle . Black Marsh is amongst the most hostile provinces of Tamriel . Ground Soldiers are decimated by hostile marshland . The weather is terrible 24-7 , the ground is hard to move on . Flesh Flies swarm over entire regiments and strip the skin from their faces like airborn piranahs . Hulking black Naga ravage groups of legionnares with their razor sharp fangs . And to top it all off....most of the local plantlife is unedible and without medicine , disease is spreading fast .
This is not only a physical battle , but a psychological one . The Marshland has a demonic effect on the men , rotting their minds and driving many troops to commit suicide . It seems hopeless , the United Council has no real military tactic other then to send endless amounts of squads into the thick of all the death and disease and pray for a lucky break .
You are a member of such a squadron . Nicknamed "The Fodder Lads" , your the first into the battle , and the last out . A deadly case of "testing the water" before the real ordinance moves in , you are expendable and very much killable . You are fighting an unwinnable battle , but one you must do for the well-being of all Tamriel .
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RULES
* No ubering . It is true that technology has advanced somewhat since the war , but this doesnt mean there are rocket launchers or gatling lazer's . The RP still has by all means a medievil-fantasy theme , so dont expect to be able to wear power armor . Wear what is required in accordance to your rank ( more on this later )
*My word is law , if the argonians decide to bombard the squadron with fluffy ( yet rabid ) teddybear's , then it will be so .
*Only 10 people signing up please . I want to keep things limited within the squad to make sure the RP doesnt grind to a halt . It also means I can keep Tabs on everyone easier ( rather then having to monitor whos allied with who and where they are fighting >.< ) After I accept 10 character sheets , this ones in lockdown for all new entrants , sorry .
*No flaming , spamming , ectcetera
*Romance is allowed
*Post all sheet's to me . If I do not accept your sheet , please do not take it personally! Its just with player positions being so limited and whatnot , I want some RP'ers who have had their fair share of being in RP's

*You will be killed.....heck , expect it . But stay on your toes and you'll be fine .
*Keep spelling and grammar to the best of your ability .
*Use the character sheet provided .
*Any other commonly known stuff I might of missed
*Have a blast!
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RANKS
A NOTE ON RANKS I will see to it that your character is promoted ranks as the RP progresses and I see you participating . As ranks progress however , it will be harder to attain them . This is to guarantee that when you make a high rank , its a really big deal :hehe: . Also , because im somewhat lazy , those who post up their sheets earliest will get the higher-end of the ranks . Those who are the 4th , 5th ,6th , and 7th will be standard troops . The 7th , 8th , and 9th people to post up their sheets are privates .
CAPTAIN ( me! ) = Allowed gear limited to Dwarven/Mithril . Carries a elven longsword , telescope , and standard issue dark green cloak and filtration mask
LIEUTENANT = Gear limited to Dwarven/Mithril . Carries any sword limited to elven , map , and standard issue dark green claok and filtration mask ~ position taken by Lt. Zared ( Sibera )
SERGEANT = Gear limited to Dwarven/Mithril . Carries any sword limited to Silver , and standard issue dark green cloak and filtration mask ~ Position taken by Sgt. Fara ( Manu )
CORPORAL = Gear limited to Steel/Chainmail . Carries any sword limited to Steel , and a standard issue dark green cloak and filtration mask
~ Position taken by Cpl. Fanier ( Forrestgump )
~ Position taken by Cpl. Matt ( Fubb )
~ Position taken by Cpl. Aravey ( Aravey Serayn )
~ Position taken by Cpl. Velandris ( Sparda67 )
PRIVATE = Gear limited to Iron/Leather . Carries any sword limited to Iron , and a standard issue dark green cloak and filtration mask
~ Position taken by Pvt. Shaw ( Swift_Blade )
~ Position taken by Pvt. Greggory ( Taylor the..um gimme a sec )
Remember folks , these are just guidelines as to what that specific rank SHOULD be able to carry . This doesnt mean that your character HAS to wear dwarven armor or use a iron longsword .... the quality of your apparel just need's to be equivalent to that sort of general quality , if you get my meaning . Theres still an element of customability , I just dont want privates weilding swords as good as elven ones .
Also , whats with the Green cloak and Filtration mask you ask? Well , the United Council see's to it that every trooper is issued a standard dark green cloak for camoflauge reasons and to keep that beastly rain at bay , and a charcoal filtration mask to keep those nasty and lethal somnalius frond spores and swamp gasses from killing you

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MY CHARACTER ( and the sheet you need to use! )
Name : Edward Prescott
Age : 40
Race: Breton
six : Male
Rank : ( I will give this to you when you first PM me your sheets ) Captain
General Appearance : Gruff , Chiselled . Edward looks like he's had a few knocks around the block several times in his life . He has high resting cheekbones and beady little grey eyes , along with flat , medium sized ears and a big block of a chin , covered in a generous hefty coat of manly stubble . His skin is cracked and shows sign of aging , and he has a small scar running down the side of his left eye no longer then a toothpick .
He is bald , save for some tufts of greying charcoal-coloured hair resting ontop of each ear , and he has great thick sideburns running down his face and curling into a thick moustauche . He looks somewhat reminiscent of a crimean war-era brigadair , mutton chops and all .
Mental profile : Just doing what he has to do . Edward at first impression may seem emotionless , but really he's usually just focusing on something really hard . Outside of battle he's a generous and kind man , one you could tell your horrific experiences within the war to , and expect reassuring and condoling advice in return . The stereotypical Captain who looks after his men more then himself , hes proud of his small band , no matter how expendable they may be .
Armor : Prescott wears a standard captain-issue Dwarven Cuirass and gauntlets . However , on the side of this Cuirass on the upper left briastplate are the words crudely pianted "Fodder Lad and Proud" in splotchy red paint . He also wears Leather pants and black leather boots that go up to his knee's . He doesn't favor wearing a helmet or metal plating on his legs as he finds they hinder vision and speed respectively . The overall look of his armor is rusted , and caked in marsh mud .
Clothing : ( anything your character wears that isnt a big hefty chunk of metal ) . Prescott wears the standard issue green cloak on his over his armor , although he keeps the hood peeled back . The cloak is , as usual , caked in mud and somewhat tattered . Underneath his dwarven armor he wears a plain beige cotton shirt , and he keeps his green leather rebreather tied around his neck on a brown leather strap .
Weapon : A big , hefty Dwarven Axe . Nothing really special about it .
Miscellany : His bronze telescope , issued to all squad-captains within the United Council military force .
Bio : Born in a military family with a long list of service to the Legion , his future seemed pretty much set in stone when he would have to pick to fight with the United Council and make his parents proud when the conflict broke out . He has seen his fair share of combat , but nothing as treacherous and hostile as the war he is fighting now , and he knows this . He knows it is a waste of men and time , and that the United Council will most likely lose , but that wont stop him from fighting for his country , and for his squad .
Whew! thats quite a block of text isnt it? I will post up an IC to "set the scene" soon . Remember , gets those sheets in folks
