Vvardenfell is notorious for the cutthroat way of life. The streets would run with the blood of the other races if they werent so careful. Its dog eat dog out there and your in the middle of it.
You along with other players will be restricted to Vvardenfell. You along with the other members will be vieyng for gold,power,resepect and the like. There is no set threads to be lead on. send me your char sheets and ill lead you with jobs,nemisis and other trials. Be a priest, an assassin a highwayman a cut-throat do what you do. expect to die. unless your above the cut. and maybe you'll live to spend your ill begotton gold



God of the Godless' character
Name: Saiah
Given Name: The Maelstrom
Race:Shadar-Kai(hope its okay to use a DnD race)
Height: 6''0'
Weight:125lbs.
Gender: Female
sixuality:Bi-sixual
Age: 24
Class: Mord-Kai; Chainmaster

Clothing: Classic Mord-Kai skintight blood-red leather uniform the clings to her body appearing almost a second skin and covers her every curve leaving little to the to the imagination, The uniform covers her entire body with exception to her exquiste face and taut belly. Her only armour is a pair of armored gloves with vicious spikes protruding at each knuckle.
Weapon: Steel Serpent; 10ft. chain each link sharpened to a razor edge. Duel Katar; Large but graceful looking wrist blades
Scars/Tatoos: Scars of every size cover Saiah's otherwise sublime body some from battle, most from her own Serpent. Her stomach is marked by the symbol of the Mord-Kai; a crescent moon and star.

Personailty:Mord-Kai; Cold, Ruthless, Calculating, Intelligent, Fealess, and almost always hostile to anyone who is not Mord-Kai. Saiah; Shy, Kind and Child-like
Description: From outward appearence Saiah is the personafication of perfection, Beauty and lust , from blond hair styled in a single long braid to her well toned silken skin. Too those who are ignorant of her bloody proffesion she would appear to be a high-dollar [censored] but those who make that mistake rarely live long enough to learn from it, Her eyes are black as a raven's feather a trait shared by all Shadar-Kai. Saiah wears exclusivly the red leather uniform with her Steel Serpent coiled and hanging from the small of her back and the twin Katars fastened on both sides of her hips. Her demeaner is one of cold, calculating confidence and a ruthless, penetrating gaze that commands authority and utmost respect.

Fighting Style: Trained from the age of 12 she was trained in the art of dealing death, Saiah doesnt fight so much as begins a dance of death, lashing out with the Steel Serpent at impossible angles latching onto limbs ripping them asunder and leaving the foe to bleed out and sometimes severing the limb completly. With the Katars she adeptly wields them making graceful arcs slicing threw mucsle, tendens and arteries. Saiah makes death look morbidly beautiful.

Mord-Kai: A Mord-Kai is selected from the most Beautiful and kindest girls and from a young age are trained on three levels. Each time she must be 'broken'. First level she is put threw agonizing torture in order to instill complete obedience to do whatever told without question or hesitation. Second tier she must watch as her mother is 'trained' brutally and slowly this is to break her of compassion. Third tier and most difficult is that she must then 'train' her father with the serpent that was used to train her and does not end untill her father is dead. Mord-Kai have no friends other then other Mord-Kai. All Mord-Kai are female as the greatest cruelty derives from the greatest love.

The moon was red three nights ago, an ill omen promising blood in the days to come. Too Saiah this would be a welcome respite to the dull and dreary days on this ash ball of an island. "Can I...can I get you somthing else, mistress?" the bar wench stammered in poorly disquised terror. "water" Saiah replied in her silken yet menacing voice while scanning the other patrons of the bar. The tavern stank of sweat and pipe smoke, its customers a ragged lot "a den of rats" she thought in disgust as she continued her observation. The tavern girl stood stone still "any...anything else, mistress?" she asked forcing a pleasant smile trying her best not to show how truely terrified she was. Saiah dismissed the poor girl with a swish of her hand. The girl bowed then hurryied off...

Sorry double post

wait till more people join dude

Zalphon's Character

Name: Zalphon
Given Name: N/A
Race: Dunmer
Height: 6'
Weight: 150 lbs.
Gender: Male
sixuality: Straight
Age: 37 (Im roleplaying a low-ranking Telvanni)
Class: Wizard

Armor: Bonemold Armor, all except the helmet

Clothing: A Black Robe...and a Black Hood

Weapon: Steel Dagger/Dark Art of Necromancery, and 30 of years worth of training in magic (all magic skills, 50, and conjuration/destruction at 70)

Personality: Zalphon is a reserved, ruthless, cold, intelligent, and merciless...

Biography: Long ago, Zalphon joined House Telvanni, and was taught by Divath Fyr, and rose in the ranks...By the age 30, he was already a apprentice, currently he is a Spell-Wright. After years of studying books he became almost...unaware to the real world, as it usually consists of his stronghold, which is guarded by Centurion Spheres. He is a very powerful mage, fighting him would be a challenge, for anybody... He is an expert of destruction, necromancery, and conjuration...He has little, if any sympathy for those he views as weak...His parents never hit him, but they called him weak very often, which is why he joined House Telvanni, to gain power and not be "Weak" anymore...

Why would you say they never hit him if they never hit him? It seems kind of like a redundant thought. I'm not sure if you meant it this way but it sounds like you're saying he joined the House BECAUSE his parents never hit him.

Well, I'm not even going to look at all your sheets. I only review those if asked, and rarely even look if not PMed to and posted by the OP. However, Zalphon, I'll tell you about yours because you're new. Once more, yes he is uber. I promise you, it is much more fun for everybody if you make him a low ranking Telvanni at best, under fifty years old, and with silver as the best possible weapon. The point of RPing is not to prove how tough you can make your character, he won't die if he doesn't have glass weaponry and necromancy. I myself am very inclined to post characters that are simple citizens with almost no skills and no weapons. Much more entertaining for everyone.

Now, looking at the RP itself, it seems to be one of those ill fated "free form" roleplays. These rarely ever work out the way you want them to, I would highly advise taking the time to make a plot. If I wanted to simply walk through Vvardenfell getting gold, I could play Morrowind. Other than that, fix your spelling and grammar.

All in all, I predict a very bad result here. No offense, but free form never works. Good luck next time :shrug: