[Justin Bywater]

I just got done moving everything, thank god. Post incoming tomorrow, and I should be back in the swing of things.

[KRistina Karlsson]

And once again, I was serrated from the lovely clutches of the internet, because my uncles wireless internet modem passed away. Now, I am back, yet again. From a one month hiatus I have ordered a new replacement modem and plan to be around for a good, long while.

Now where are we?

Oh, jolly. A page behind, yet again.

[Nicole Coucopoulos]

I've been pretty busy myself since I got back to University, once I've recovered from this hangover and have completed my essay I should attempt to finally get round to posting. Sorry for the hold up.

[stevie trent]

You still accepting new players? Do I just post my character sheet here?

[Chantelle Walker]

Yes we're always accepting new additions to the company. Just post your character sheet here, I'm sure Darkom would be welcome to have you.

[Carolyne Bolt]

Name: Figgin Fordonia (Although he goes only by Figgin for legal and protective purposes
Age: 25
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Birthsign: The Shadow
Appearence: Well fit Dunmer with dark blue skin and red eyes. He has a neatly trimmed long goatee that makes a perfect point above his chest plate. He wears his jet balck hair in a high pony tail. He has a long scar above his right eye he wishes not to speak of.
Class: Assassin
Skills and Known Spells: He uses little magic but does use Flames, Shock and Frost spells. He also uses Healing when needed. He is a Master Archer and Alchemist (mainly Poisens). Master Sneak and Lock picker as well.
Clothing/Armor: He wears Nightengale armor when in combat or questing. He wears hooded robes when in cities and towns.
Weapons: He uses The Blade of Woe and Finiels End Bow. He also wears an assorment of enchante ddaggers and an array of poisoned arrows and enchanted arrows.
Misc Items: Poisened Apples, Lotus Extract and Frost Spider Venom.
Personality: Mostly a loner and very broodish. Not approachable at times and very moody.
Major Flaw: Not a people person.
Background: Figgin was born in Cyrodiil on the 17th day of the First Seed, about 20 years before the events of today Skyrim and the return of the Dragons. He was born to Vikrim Fordonia and Ileania Fordonia. His father was one of the last Dark Brotherhood Listeners in Cryodiil and his mother was said to be the Grey Fox herself. They lived in Anvil and were quite happy. Figgin’s Grandfather, Alkarian Fordonia, lived during the Oblivion Crisis and had to perform the Purification of the Dark Brotherhood at the time and ascended to Listener as well. He was killed mysteriously by an unknown assassin in his sleep and that paved the way for Vikrim to take control. Rumor has it that it was Vikrim's blade that sent Alkarian to his death, but no proof has ever been proven to be the case.

Things were going well for Vikrim, until Figgin reached the age of 5 years old. Figgin loved Vikrim and aspired to be just like him. When Figgin turned 5, Ileania was savagely [censored] and killed by a band of Imperial Legion Soldiers who caught her stealing cyrodilic brandy from the Legion Barracks in the Imperial City. She had an insatiable appetite for the drink. Upon finding out she was the infamous Grey Fox, they had to set an example of her. After her death, she was hung by the waterfront as a symbol of what the imperials will do to those that broke the law.

Upon hearing the news of his wife's savage death, Vikrim knew he had to avenge her, but feared for Figgin's safety. Since there was no family left in Morrowind and due to their discreet lives they both led,, there was not many options for Figgin. With the demise of the Guild without the Grey Fox, Vikrim left Figgin in the old Cheydinhal Sanctuary in the care of his oldest assassin friend, Ja’Agusta, an Argonian Shadowscale. Vikrim set off for the Imperial City. That would be the last time Figgin saw his father.

Vikrim arrived in the city and found where the men who murdered his wife were through his contact in that city who was with the Dark Brotherhood. However, little did Vikrim know that this informant was arrested earlier that day and sold the brotherhood and his friend out to save his own hide. Vikrim walked right into the trap that was laid for him and he was caught and beheaded under his wife's hanging dead body. At the same time the Sanctuary was raided by Imperial Forces and every member of the Dark Brotherhood was killed. Figgin was placed in an old vampire coffin belonging to Vicente Valtieri until the attacks were over. When Figgin finally came out, they were all dead.

With most of the brotherhood dead and the rest on the run and hunted, the brotherhood was in disarray. Figgin found himself alone and scared and only 5 years old. He took to the sewers of Cyrodiil and learned to survive on his own. He did go and see his dead mother and father in the waterfront but only once, the display was too intense for him. Upon that visit, he heard the name Pelanius Sergitus, a Nord Soldier who was Vikrim’s contact and betrayer, being praised for his actions in bringing down the Dark Brotherhood. That face and name will never leave Figgin’s mind. The Imperials did search for the boy Figgin for quite some time but figured him for dead.

Figgin spent 10 years in the sewers of Cyrodiil. He became an accomplished thief in those years in order to survive. He does not go by his last name at all because of the notoriety of his mother and father. At the age of 15, he would set out for Morrowind to learn more about his heritage. He learned the ways of the Dunmer from an old but wise family friend of Vikrim’s. His name was Clavius Dreth (son of Valen Dreth). Dreth taught Figgin everything about the Chimer and Dunmer and taught him the ways of the Assassin.

When Figgin turned 20 years old, he left Morrowind for Skyrim in search of one Pelanius Sergitus. He was arrested at the border as a suspicious character and possible Stormcloak. Figgin knew nothing of the war and could care less about it, but given his eternal hatred for the Imperial race, he was less than cooperative and attacked the soldiers. He was subsequently arrested and put on a cart with other rebel prisoners......

Since his arrival in Skyrim, he managed to resurrect the Dark Brotherhood and Revitalize the Thieves Guild. Now he is looking for a new adventure.

[ZANEY82]

Don't you think some of the content in that bio is too much? I usually don't have a problem. But you might want to review it a bit

[Carlos Rojas]

Don't you think some of the content in that bio is too much? I usually don't have a problem. But you might want to review it a bit

I can tone it dowm. This is a char I have had since my D&D days. I am open to an edit.

[Mariaa EM.]

I think I should also point out the RP is set during the Great war and that we are in the Gold-white palace in the imperial city, in Cyrodiil and the day before the thalmor attacked the city!

[Pixie]

I had to go to New Orleans to get a motorcycle, so my continuing streak of saying I'll post and then doing the [censored] thing and not posting continues.

[Etta Hargrave]

Go ahead and post SonOfSithis. Get this ball rolling for us. I'm tired of waiting for these people.

[Fam Mughal]

I think I should also point out the RP is set during the Great war and that we are in the Gold-white palace in the imperial city, in Cyrodiil and the day before the thalmor attacked the city!

Quite, aside from the slightly overpowered gear, this is the only qualm I have with your sheet. The RP is set in the 174th year of the fourth era, twenty seven years before the events of Skyrim. According to your sheet, your character would not even have been born yet. Not to mention we are in the White Gold Tower, as Lewis said, not Skyrim. Other than that it looks good, we've been down a stealthy character since Sibera suddenly deserted us. Feel free to post yourself into the White Gold antechamber where we're all hanging out; we'll be entering the throne room shortly.

[Christie Mitchell]

Go ahead and post SonOfSithis. Get this ball rolling for us. I'm tired of waiting for these people.

Hey man, RL calls.

[lucile davignon]

Yeah, I know. And hell naw, now you svckas wait. I'm not posting now. Got stuff to do.

[Barbequtie]

Quite, aside from the slightly overpowered gear, this is the only qualm I have with your sheet. The RP is set in the 174th year of the fourth era, twenty seven years before the events of Skyrim. According to your sheet, your character would not even have been born yet. Not to mention we are in the White Gold Tower, as Lewis said, not Skyrim. Other than that it looks good, we've been down a stealthy character since Sibera suddenly deserted us. Feel free to post yourself into the White Gold antechamber where we're all hanging out; we'll be entering the throne room shortly.

I will edit the sheet tonight. Then enter the antechamber

[ZzZz]

Name: Figgin Fordonia (Although he goes only by Figgin for legal and protective purposes
Age: 45
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6
Birthsign: The Shadow
Appearence: Well fit Dunmer with dark blue skin and red eyes. He has a neatly trimmed long goatee that makes a perfect point above his chest plate. He wears his jet balck hair in a high pony tail. He has a long scar above his right eye he wishes not to speak of.
Class: Assassin
Skills and Known Spells: He uses little magic but does use Flames, Shock and Frost spells. He also uses Healing when needed. He is a Master Archer and Alchemist (mainly Poisons). Master Sneak and Lock picker as well.
Clothing/Armor: He wears Shrouded Armor when in combat or questing. He wears The Black Hand Robes when in cities and towns.
Weapons: He uses The Blade of Woe and Shadowhunt Bow. He has Elven Arrows that he frequently poisons.
Misc Items: Poisened Apples, Vials of Poison for arrows.
Personality: Mostly a loner and very broodish. Not approachable at times and very moody.
Major Flaw: Not a people person.
Background: Figgin was born in Cyrodiil on the 17th day of the First Seed. He was born to Vikrim Fordonia and Ileania Fordonia. His father was one of the last Dark Brotherhood Listeners in Cryodiil and his mother was said to be the Grey Fox herself. They lived in Anvil and were quite happy. Figgin’s Grandfather, Alkarian Fordonia, lived during the Oblivion Crisis and had to perform the Purification of the Dark Brotherhood at the time and ascended to Listener as well. He was killed mysteriously by an unknown assassin in his sleep and that paved the way for Vikrim to take control. Rumor has it that it was Vikrim's blade that sent Alkarian to his death, but no proof has ever been proven to be the case.

Things were going well for Vikrim, until Figgin reached the age of 5 years old. Figgin loved Vikrim and aspired to be just like him. When Figgin turned 5, Ileania was savagely [censored] and killed by a band of Imperial Legion Soldiers who caught her stealing cyrodilic brandy from the Legion Barracks in the Imperial City. She had an insatiable appetite for the drink. Upon finding out she was the infamous Grey Fox, they had to set an example of her. After her death, she was hung by the waterfront as a symbol of what the imperials will do to those that broke the law.

Upon hearing the news of his wife's savage death, Vikrim knew he had to avenge her, but feared for Figgin's safety. Since there was no family left in Morrowind and due to their discreet lives they both led,, there was not many options for Figgin. With the demise of the Guild without the Grey Fox, Vikrim left Figgin in the old Cheydinhal Sanctuary in the care of his oldest assassin friend, Ja’Agusta, an Argonian Shadowscale. Vikrim set off for the Imperial City. That would be the last time Figgin saw his father.

Vikrim arrived in the city and found where the men who murdered his wife were through his contact in that city who was with the Dark Brotherhood. However, little did Vikrim know that this informant was arrested earlier that day and sold the brotherhood and his friend out to save his own hide. Vikrim walked right into the trap that was laid for him and he was caught and beheaded under his wife's hanging dead body. At the same time the Sanctuary was raided by Imperial Forces and every member of the Dark Brotherhood was killed. Figgin was placed in an old vampire coffin belonging to Vicente Valtieri until the attacks were over. When Figgin finally came out, they were all dead.

With most of the brotherhood dead and the rest on the run and hunted, the brotherhood was in disarray. Figgin found himself alone and scared and only 5 years old. He took to the sewers of Cyrodiil and learned to survive on his own. He did go and see his dead mother and father in the waterfront but only once, the display was too intense for him. Upon that visit, he heard the name Pelanius Sergitus, a Nord Soldier who was Vikrim’s contact and betrayer, being praised for his actions in bringing down the Dark Brotherhood. That face and name will never leave Figgin’s mind. The Imperials did search for the boy Figgin for quite some time but figured him for dead.

Figgin spent 20 years in the sewers of Cyrodiil. He became an accomplished thief in those years in order to survive. He does not go by his last name at all because of the notoriety of his mother and father. At the age of 25, he would set out for Morrowind to learn more about his heritage. He learned the ways of the Dunmer from an old but wise family friend of Vikrim’s. His name was Clavius Dreth (son of Valen Dreth). Dreth taught Figgin everything about the Chimer and Dunmer and taught him the ways of the Assassin.

Figgin spent the last 10 years randomly questing and independently thieving all across Tamriel. He has ended up inside the White Gold Tower in an attempt to raise some coin for his next destination, Skyrim, in the current events of the year 174th year of the 4th era. His motive still is to one day come across the men responsible for the murders of his parents.

[Averielle Garcia]

Looks good! Dont know what your situation on sign ups is atm but heres my CS for what it's worth.

Name: Renatus Scaro
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Sign: The Ritual
Home Country: Rihad, Hammerfell

Faction and Rank: Imperial Inspector, Waterfront Division
Faction Description: Imperial Inspectors serve as a more open-minded counterpart to the often brutish guardsmen of the city. Their work lies less in the busting of petty crime, but more in the inspection of fraudulent dealings in the market districts, the checking of all imports and exports from the city waterfront, and in rare cases the investigation into homicides or illegal cult activity.

Class: Wharf Rat
Class Description: The Wharf Rat is the physical embodiment of a sleazy night at the port. Rogueish, often charming, and often combustible. They personify traits of greed, hedonism, but also passion. A wharf rat wants to do whatever he can to improve his life situation; robbery being a stable option, but tales are smuggling and drug running are also common. Although frowned upon as opportunistic scum, a rat could care less. As long as there's drink in his hand and a woman in his bed at the end of the night, he'd gladly go up and kick the emperor in the royal septims. A history of bar room brawls and back alley knife-fights has ensure he can hold his own , but like a rat he would rather fight an enemy from behind, and above....whilst they were asleep.
Skills: Hand-to-Hand, Stealth, Blades, Acrobacy, and a keen, perceptive eye. Can drink a Nord under the table.

Appearance: Haggard and weary, but also somewhat chiselled and masculine. Has a well-defined face with a broad chin, flat nose, and dark black bags under a set of admittedly mean looking eyes. His facial hair lies in somewhere between a 5-o clock shadow and ratty bum-fluff; there's plenty of it buts it's thin, short and whispy looking. His skin looks like it's spent too much time around the salty sea air, and is rough and aged as consequence.

Hair: Fine and wavy, he ties it back in a shoulder-length rogue knot. Its an earthy brown, with signs of greying on the sides around the ears.
Eyes: deep and dark
Build: Scrawny, but fit enough for the job. His muscles are well-defined although by no means bulging. Broad shouldered with a thin waist and skinny legs. He has a tatt of a rat being drowned by a beggar on his right shoulder, as well as gold coins on all the knuckles of his right hand.

Personality: "A man who was happy with his fists" were the words spoken by a disgruntled bar wench in a formal complaint to the waterfront authority. Ren is naturally aggravated, often unfulfilled, and always discontented. His increasing drug habit has taken its toll both on his mind and body, and he knows it. He believes in the end justifying the means, and has a clear cut understanding of right and wrong....he just doesn't know on what end of the spectrum he sits and this causes his a deal of stress and anger. Although borderline psychopathic at times, he would never double cross someone who didn't have it coming.

Weapons: A cheap-looking medium length steel blade which is deceptively sharp. He had a merchant from the black marshes modify the hilt so it doubles as a set of brass knuckles making it look like an oversized trench-knife. He keeps an elven stilleto tucked into his boot.

Clothing: Standard issue chainmail Hauberk covered by a dirty-looking navy blue leather tunic belted over the top. The official insignia of the Imperial Waterfront Divison; an Imperial Galleon with a guardsmen helm looming over it, is stitched into both shoulder pads in black and gold. Standard leather greaves, knee-length black boots, and thick black wool gloves. Over the whole ensemble he wears a dark gray wool cloak complete with hood, navy blue lining just like his tunic.

Miscellaneous: He has two bags clipped onto his belt. One is a unexceptional red velvet coinpurse. The other is a medium-sized doeskin pouch with a buckle. Inside lies the true trappings of his personality: usually 3 or 4 bottles of skooma, a tourniquet, small bottles of flin, sujamma, or whatever else he manages to "confiscate" from merchant vessels, tobbaco and matches, and a small hand lantern plus oil.

Magic: None, other than the ability to turn the undead for a short time owing to his birthsign.

History: Born to poor Imperial merchants in Rihad, Renatus grew up amongst the docks. It was a rough upbringing, but he wouldn't of traded it for anything else. A boy who loved his parents, he grew into a introverted man following his father leaving in the night without word when he was 14. Some part of him believed his dad dead, killed by Rihad moneylenders. The other parts of him were too focused on getting drunk.... or high off many of the otherworldly substances brought into the port illegally from pirate vessels. When he joined the Imperial Legion at 24 he was nursing a strong addicition to Moon Sugar and a resentful temperament to boot. Busting smugglers on the wharf promoted him as a righteous man whilst also secretly fuelling his substance abuse and hedonistic lifestyle on the side.

He barely missed the invasion of Hammerfell by Thalmor forces in 4e 171 having been transferred to the Imperial City for his experience working on the waterfront just weeks prior. Following word of the invasion, he spiralled deeper into skooma abuse...spending his nights passed out in his room above the dockside pub "the Loaded Dice". He has no idea what happened to his mum, and this is one of his biggest most well guarded fears.



Motivation for Joining: Soon to be: not dying.



All well and good? I kind of got carried away with the idea and wrote a short novel as a consequence, so sorry for that :/ If your filled out just chuck me on a reservation list or something, I can always come in later.

[Steve Smith]

Hey guys, sorry I've been gone. Been in and out of the ER/hospital since march because of my crohns. I'm not out of the RP by a long shot. I still really wanna keep going and I really would like to commend all of the players in the RP for doing so well to keep it going. Expect a post from me in the next day or so, I'm still recovering from a minor surgery, but I'll try my best to make a decent post.

And Darkom, I know I've asked this of you before, but if you could my man, it'd be great to get a quick update so I can make a current-like post without having to read through the all the stuff I've missed.

[butterfly]

Two questions. Has my char been offically accepted? Where is the thread to post in?

[Lizzie]

First question: I don't know. It's not up to me, but Darkom !

Secon question: The RP thread is http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1350272-the-gray-blood-company-haven-rp-thread/page__st__150.

[Katy Hogben]

Haha, Waylas. Always reaching for his weapon. You guys are guilty for treason. Just accept it

Anyways, I never understood why you helped the Altmer even if he was with the Dominion.

[Kat Lehmann]

I posted but there wasn't much for Jack to do until the end , he beileves Vaultren and you can CC him help Vaultren in whatever happens, however unlike Vaultren he wants them alive for qeustioning....

[Naughty not Nice]

So what becomes of our little Altmer, eh Crimson Paladin?

[Rob]

He will sneak out of the city before those posted at the gates find out he's a Dominion soldier. From there he will sneak back to where he was captured, and see if he can't get his gear back. Hopefully the Thalmor were too busy to gather it up and take it back to the camp. If not he can probably sneak into Fort Homestead through the cave and get some gear off of one of the many dead Thalmor. For the time, he will find somewhere he can hide while he waits out the siege. And he may do some digging into the Thalmor's prisoner records, for curiosity's sake.

But he won't rejoin the Thalmor. In his mind, it's only a matter of time before they find out he told the Legion everything he knew about the invasion.

By the way, do you think we'll get to interact with the Forsworn Kingdom down the road? They'll be coming into existence pretty soon, if they haven't already.

[Alyesha Neufeld]

Looks good! Dont know what your situation on sign ups is atm but heres my CS for what it's worth.

[snip]

All well and good? I kind of got carried away with the idea and wrote a short novel as a consequence, so sorry for that :/ If your filled out just chuck me on a reservation list or something, I can always come in later.

The CS looks good my friend, welcome aboard. Feel free to join in now, or if you wait a bit we'll be battling the Thalmor outside the bridge. If you have any questions please PM me or ask here, but for the most part the back story is self explanatory (and usually not that necessary to understand the plot).

Two questions. Has my char been offically accepted? Where is the thread to post in?

Yes, it is, as I said via PM, and as Werewolf pointed out the thread is at the link. You're welcome to post whenever you can.

He will sneak out of the city before those posted at the gates find out he's a Dominion soldier. From there he will sneak back to where he was captured, and see if he can't get his gear back. Hopefully the Thalmor were too busy to gather it up and take it back to the camp. If not he can probably sneak into Fort Homestead through the cave and get some gear off of one of the many dead Thalmor. For the time, he will find somewhere he can hide while he waits out the siege. And he may do some digging into the Thalmor's prisoner records, for curiosity's sake.

But he won't rejoin the Thalmor. In his mind, it's only a matter of time before they find out he told the Legion everything he knew about the invasion.

By the way, do you think we'll get to interact with the Forsworn Kingdom down the road? They'll be coming into existence pretty soon, if they haven't already.

Sounds like a plan, Crimson, will he be joining us after we press on to Skyrim? If he's headed south he'll miss out on the rest of the next RP though. I'm assuming you'll just be skipping all that and joining us down the road, correct?

And yes, we should, consider the timing coincides so perfectly. We may even join them, if the plot is interesting enough. It all depends on what you guys want to do after we reach the north.


In other news I will do my best to post for the emperor and Faendal tomorrow. Until then I beg your patience once again; I just got home from my Scout meeting and still have plenty of homework to do.