The Order

It was 4E 128, the Empire has prospered for many years with little conflict among the provinces. The Emperor, Haldon Stark is loved by the people and is praised by all of his councillors as if he were a God. Life was good in Tamriel.

But one day things changed. An unknown group appeared in southern Skyrim calling themselves The Order. Without any explanation The Order began to attack small settlements and villages and turned their inhabitants into their minions through brainwashing them with unknown magical methods. Those with strong will were able to ward off the brainwashing, but they soon become food for the crows.

Soon their numbers grew and they had an entire army of men and women who succumbed to their will as well as many fiendish gouls. Emperor Stark ordered that every city bar their gates and lock their doors as not to allow any of the Order to convert the citizens into their minions. But little did he know, The Order had already placed an agent into most of the major cities around Tamriel.

It is now 4E 131, few strongholds still stand for the Empire. Emperor Haldon Stark resides in White Gold Tower, refusing to leave. Most believe he has gone mad. The Order has retreated back into their captured strongholds and has not been heard of in over a year. All communication has ceased with the other provinces and none know whether any cities still stand or whether the Order now hold the rest of Tamriel. The people live in poverty and the food stocks are running low, causing tensions to rise in the Imperial City and for the crime rate to shoot up. The gates have not opened in over a year due to Emperor Stark's decree that the gates were to stay closed to ensure that no agent from the Order had a chance to get into the city.

Chancellor Kirianah has decided to send out a group of adventurers to scout the area and try and figure out what the Order is doing and why they have not attacked in so long.



You are an adventurer called on by the Elder Council. You may start anywhere in the Imperial City but make sure to go to White Gold Tower within a few posts and then we can start!

Remaining Strongholds

The Imperial City
Never been touched by the Order, the Imperial City has not changed much since the Oblivion Crisis

Anvil
Anvil suffered a terrible siege from the Order in the first year, but despite that they were able to fend off the Order but not without suffering terrible loses of both landmarks and inhabitants

Cheydinhall
Cheydinhall was taken by the Order late in the first year but was then reclaimed by the Legion two months later. Many of the buildings were destroyed in the siege. It now acts as a garrison for Legion troops.

Rules

1. I am the RP master, you will do as I say or your character will die. :flame:
2. No uber or all-knowing characters
3. Romances are fine
4. Do not stray from the main plot to much without my approval

Character Sheet Template

Name:
Gender:
Race:
Age:

Physical Description:

Class:
Class Skills: (In-Game and Out-of-Game):

Armour/Clothing:
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Misc:

Mentality:

Short Bio:

Bestiary

Husks: Men and women brainwashed into fighting for the Order. These husks no longer think or act for themselves, they do whatever is asked of the puppeteer. They have lost all of their hair and their eyes glow green

Puppeteers: Puppeteers are sorcerors of the Order. They brainwash anyone with a weak will and force husks to do their bidding. Wherever a husk is, a puppeteer is close by.

Fiends: Animals taken control of by the Order. They do as their puppeteer bids them to do. They have no more fur and their eyes glow green.

Dark Ones: They are spirits of the dead that have been brought back to the mortal world through unknown methods. They are extremely dangerous, sometimes possesing the bodies of their victims, causing them to commit suicide against their will or forcing them to turn on their friends and family. They are very rarely seen.

Grunts: Original members of the Order, they are fairly common. They wear heavy sets of black steel armor covering them from head to toe and they use common steel swords and shields.

Beserkers: Beserkers are high ranking members of the Order who have proven themselves in battle. They are large men who throw themselves at any opponent.

More will come.



PM ALL CHARACTER SHEETS TO ME!

I'll join once I'm done taking my exams. Which is tomorrow

Same here

Sweet :goodjob: . Still looking for more people!

Sounds interesting. I'll make up a sheet if I have the time.

Sounds like an interesting RP...

I hope nobody gets this "Order" confused with the one in my story.
Wouldn't want that to happen...

Sending character info to ya, masterchief!
~silverwell

Dramatis Persona

I_Am_The_Masterchief

Name: Asmodin Bearon
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Age: 32

Physical Description: Asmodin is athletically built and agile. Most of his muscles are in his legs and arms while he has a slightly muscular stomach and chest. He has long, golden blonde, wavy hair that falls down to his shoulders and sometimes over his eyes. He has a hard face with rough edges and cold, dark eyes.

Class: Guardian
Class Skills: Blade, destruction, light armour, speechcraft, athletics, acrobatics

Armour/Clothing: Asmodin wears a boiled leather jerkin with a dark blue cape with his hood up,black pants and knee high leather boots.
Weapons: Asmodin uses a steel shortsword primarily and a siver knife strapped to his boot.
Misc.: None

Mentality: Asmodin does what needs to be done by whatever means possible. He is not very social as he only talks with his comrades, and never normal citizens unless they talk to him first. He is very quick to anger but he does not explode when angry but instead he assaults people verbally and cooly.

Short Bio: Asmodin grew up in the Imperial City as an orphan and a beggar. He never knew his parents as they abandoned him as soon as he could fend for himself. He grew up always feeling angry and depressed, which led to many fights with others. He eventually became a mercenary for hire and made a name for himself around Cyrodiil.

When the Order invaded Cyrodiil, Asmodin helped the Legion rally everyone in to the Imperial City and then went on to help the Legion settle everyone inside and calm their nerves.

Recently he learned of Chancellor Kirianah's need for men and women and jumped at the offer.

taze_me_bro

Name: Marrow Windstrong
Gender:Male
Race:Wood Elf
Age:24

Physical Description:Lightly built, but still strong. Able to lift at least twice his body weight. Agile, being able to skip around blades and arrows with the speed of a cat.

Class: Archer
Class Skills: Marksman, short blade(skilled in knives), acrobatics, athletics, illusion, light armor, and hand to hand.
Marrows fighting style is different than most others, using his bow when near the enemy and combinding knives, kicks puches and spells when in melee. He is skilled in double knife weilding as well. Oh yeah, and he has a cerificate in sniping. No joke.

Armour/Clothing: Black shirt, black wide pants, belt with his weapons, necklace of agility and leather steel toed boots.
Weapons: Double silver knives, steel bow with 25 iron arrows, and straps of brass he can attach to his knuckles when fighting.
Misc: Two heal potions, and map of province.

Mentality: A happy, go lucky fellow, his good mood doesn't even fail in combat.

Short Bio: Marrow has traveled the province many times over, always searching for something to learn, something to do, or someone to save. He has always carried his steel bow, which he calls lucky for its impressive stringing(he made it himself). He lasted out the Order's invasion in the Imperial city, and was walking past White Gold Tower when he saw a paper slip that stated recruits were needed for a special mission......

Silverwell

Name: Rashida
Gender: Female
Race: Redguard
Age: 26

Physical Description:
Most will say "strong for a female." Slender build, smooth face, black ponytail, brown eyes.

Class: Dark Paladin (custom class)
Class Skills: (In-Game and Out-of-Game):
Long Blade, Restoration, Destruction, Light Armor, Enchant, Dual-Wield


Armour/Clothing: Black Leather Armor
Weapons: Two long katana
Misc: A "black diamond" rests on the hilt of one katana while a "white onyx" rests on the hilt of the other

Mentality: ....Sane.
Very patient, usually takes a LOT to get on her nerves.
Rarely gets angry, but when she does, watch out!, she has a temper to match her skill with her blades.

Short Bio:
Though a loner by nature, can lead groups if the time calls for it.
Loves the outdoors, and a little claustrophobic (fear of closed in places).

Firenze

Name: Adire
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Age: 35

Physical Description: Black hair, a short layer of stubble on his broad jaw. His shaggy but clean hair is neck length and silky, and sometimes tied back in a ponytail. This suprisingly big and well muscled man is very athletic because of his daily jogs around the entire Imperial city...

Class: Blacksmith, but an ex-fighters guild member. (He quit)
Class Skills: (In-Game and Out-of-Game): Short blades/daggers, hammers (blunt), light armour or clothes. A bow occaisonally and athletics and acrobatics. Good and orientation and hand-to-hand...

Armour/Clothing: A blacksmith's apron when he isn't prepared or expecting but otherwise a chainmail shirt hidden under a steel plated black leather coat and ebony plated pair of cloth trousers and leather knee high boots. The jackets sleeves are elbow length and the leather gloves he wears are fingerless and come upto just uner his elbow.

Weapons: Usually a two-handed extra big blacksmiths hammer made out of black silver materials (very difficult to obtain.)or a silver dagger kept in his boot sheath and there is also a silver shortsword hidden in a back sheath.
Misc: Nothing biggrin.gif

Mentality: Occaisionally too strong minded, needs others around him or his pet Claw (a black husky, is she okay?) to remind him that he is not an army. He loves a good drink and a joke. Lost his wife in the past and doesn't like others flirting around him.

Short Bio: His wife Jessicca was lost five years ago in a bandit attack, they did horiffic sixual things to her then killed her, after tieing him down. Just when the bandits where about to leave that mountain shack in the Jerrall Mountains with their loot, Adire broke free and killed all of them his his bare hands, his dog Claw whimpered at the sight of him being so angry. He then buried his wife by hand three miles east of the famous Dive Rock in rocks, that are now frozen over, truely beautiful... He moved to the Imperial City to take his mind off it and moved in at the Waterfront with the large amounts of money he got from being a private blacksmith in Skyrim, Claw was able to move in with him, she is virtually his only friend...

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Name: Amaridil Zilla
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Age: 32

Physical Description: Tall, slim. A humungous scar running down his back from when he was a slave at Solthseim (Spelling?).

Class: Adventurer
Class Skills: (In-Game and Out-of-Game): IN GAME: Blade, Destruction, alchemy, light armor, heavy armor, sneak, illusion. OUT OF GAME: All skills a hunter should have. Horseback fighting, Climbing. Fishing!

Armour/Clothing: Leather boots, black hood, blood-stained cloak, leather gloves, long sleeved black woolen shirt, long black pants.
Weapons: Two deadly scimitars hang on either side of his waist.
Misc: Emerald amulet (Zilla family jewel?)

Mentality: Battle hardened man. Quite wise, smart. He is blessed with the gift of magicka.

Short Bio: Growing up in the terror of the Ashlands was a hard feat for Amaridil, as the oldest child in his family. He had two children to look after. As his parents were away smuggling most of their days. Unlike Link, Amaridil stayed in the Ashlands. But moved into Cyrodiil a few years ago. He now searches for Link. Alone.

Adire wiped the sweat from his brow as he entered the Temple District of the Imperial City, yet again on his morning jog. He heaved the door open with a large grunt and it creaked open with a massive groan.
"Phew!" He exclaimed to a passing guard, thrusting his thumb over his shoulder at the dual gates. "I swear these doors get stiffer every day Johnson!" Adire knew most guards in the City, and Johnson, his best human friend smiled broadly and replied.
"See you later friend!" Adire came upto the huge White Gold Tower and rested his arm against it. Expecting to brush up against warm stone he was suprised to come into contact with a large parchment poster. He read it aloud, mostly to hisself but looked down at the midnight black Claw whislt reading it.
"'Heros wanted to search the surrounding areas of the great Imperial City. Lives depend on this. Meet at the White Gold Tower on the nearest Loredas....' Sounds...interesting." Adire laughed. Beaming to Claw and himself.

"Go on Claw, off home now, its time for Daddy to go to work."
With that his obedient husky turned and ran back, she knew every way to get home and this time took the shortest path. Adire took his leave of the poster and took off at a jog to the Market District to his shop, 'The Blacksmiths Hammer', simple...

I'll join as soon as I PM you.

Rashida was taking her usual walk through the Imperial City, leaving the Waterfront District to the Temple, and the Arboretum before passing by the White Gold Tower to the Market District.
As she was rounding the tower, she noticed a Nord scribbling on the wall, mumble, and a husky that bounded off just before he took his leave.
Curious at what he wrote, Rashida examined the spot he scribbled.
Examining the "Heros Wanted" poster, she found only one name so far enlisted to aide the city.
"They had best pay well," Rashida said, as if she were talking to the poster, signing her name and address, Shack 09, Waterfront District.
The Thieves Guild "payed" enough for her to get by, but Rashida always wanted to earn more coins to eventually buy a pet cat.

After signing the poster, she headed off to the Market District to buy some breakfast at the Merchants Inn... and to earn a couple coins.

Marrow sighed after a long day of hunting for mudcrabs along the waterfront. He rubbed his sore ankles, and raised his head to look around. A crab popped out from behind a rock. He reached back into his quiver, but to no avail. All his arrows were spent. His command over creatures he had not used today though, so he shot it off at the crab. He did not miss. Calling the tame beast over, he patted its head. But it was dead in an instant. He shelled and gutted the animal, and when he was done with his work he took the meat and jogged to the Impeirial City. Taking a left into the Market District, he walked to the Best Defence. He entered, and threw the meat on the table. "How many arrows will ya' trade for this?" He asked he lady at the counter.
"Hmmm... that looks like a fine chunk of meat. How about, say, twenty?"
"Twenty! This is at least worth thirty iron ones."
"Aye. Your right. Thirty arrows it is," and she swept a full quiver out onto the table."Oh, Marrow have ya' seen the signs up around the town? Looks like the Leigion is recruitin' for something."
"Recruiting ya say? No, the Leigons ain't my type. But I'll be sure to check it out, thank you."
Marrow left the store and rushed to White Gold Tower, strapping the quiver to his back. On his way he bumped into a friendly faced Regguard.
"G'day my lady," he said to her. She nodded and walked off in a rush.
He saw the flier pasted to the tower. He read that a group of Heroes was being formed to scout through the reigions around the Impeirial City. Two names were already on the list. He scribbled down his. This should be...interesting, he thought. He walked off towards the waterfront, eager to see his island home before night.

Asmodin sat quietly in the corner of the Feed Bag while others talked and jested with friends and family or stood in line waiting for their soup. At this rate we won`t have any soup left to give out. he thought. Ever since the Emperor closed the gates, most of the people could no longer make any money, so the Feed Bag turned into a soup kitchen for the impoverished to go.

Asmodin looked at the bowl in front of him, Disgusting, he thought. Suddenly loosing his apatite, Asmodin pushed himself to his feet and left the Feed Bag.

The afternoon sun was warm on Asmodin`s skin as he stepped out of the soup kitchen. He looked up up and see the sun, Just past noon. The meeting should start in an hour then. he thought as he pulled his hood over his head and walked off to the Waterfront.

i'll join in this, its my first try at RPing on the forums so tell me if i'm doing anything wrong.


Aralor sat in the pub, drowning himself with ale again. im bored. theres been nothing to since the tribunal died.
suddenly there was a commotion outside. might as well see what that is, its better than wasting all my money on ale. there was a small crowd huddling around a poster on the wall, pushing his way through, he noticed it said adventurers wanted. intrigued, he studied the poster carefully. well it seems they already have a few people signed up. Oh well why not. Aralor bent over and signed his name and the location of the inn he was staying in.

Amaridil sat in the centre of Merchants inn. On his plate was a messy lump of vension and some stale bread on the side. Ever since the Emporer closed the gates not enough fresh food was making it's way into the city. So basically everything was well....disgusting.
He lost his appetite after a single bite, so he left the inn.
He decided to make his way to The Palace to take up on the offer presented to him by The Chancellor himself! It was an offer to investigate Order activity outside of The Imperial City. Amaridil hated the order, as they had killed his little sister, Amara. He now seeks revenge, and this was his chance to get it.

At around half-past-noon Adire was sitanding behind the anvil in his shop, hammering a large silver great-sword, it had been required by a passing warrior who was staying in the Talos Plaza District for a few days. He looked hard down the blade of the sword.
Perfect... He plunked the sword into a barrel of cool, dirty water. Steam filled the room for a moment and then Adire pulled the sword out again and wiped it with a damp rag. As he was wrapping the blade in cloth, someone knocked at the door in the front of the store.
"There in a second!" He yelled as he set down the sword and jogged up the stairs to meet a Legion Armour clad guard standing infront of the counter.

"Hello and welcome to the Blacksmith's Hammer! We have a fin-" Adire began, but the guard simply held up his hand and replied.
"I am here on official business of the Imperial Emporer and High Chancellor. You signed up to investingation the surrrounding area of the Imperial CIty, did you not?" Adire just nodded, trying to contain a smile.
"The meeting is today," He continued "Get all you need, you will be leaving soon." With that, the guard left. Stunned, Adire ran up the stone stairs to grab his hand-made leather armour and hammer.

Amaridil took a single step into the palace and two guards told him to leave. He told them that he was here on official business, and needed to see the Chancellor, they led him to a large rounded room with a stone table in the middle with many thrones surrounding it. The High Council Chambers... Amaridil thought as he sat down. The Chancellor entered and said.
"We will wait for the others to arrive before we begin."
Amaridil nodded while thinking. Others?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to close this RP. I will remake it in a day or two so it will have a more in depth story.

Wooly, it's all you.

OOC: Alright. I am the leader of the Order. He is a Nord named Hakar, and he is going to kill you all. I have been given permission. Don't worry, It will be up, and it will be far better soon enough.

IC: Hakar happened to be in the Waterfront, scouting it out quietly.

He came upon a little stocky elf.

"Hey you, yea you, no not you, you, no not you, yea you, over there!"

He grinned at the petty elf.

"You're a little elf?" How about I make you shorter for a change?

The Nord drew his large, Ebony sword, and within seconds, the Elf's mutilated head was sitting upon the ground, a frown on its face.

Hakar then made his way to the bloated float to grab some beer. He had been long thirsty.

"2 beers please."

"Sorry, the Dunmer bought the last one.

Hakar cussed under his breath, and within seconds, the Dunmer's head had an obsidian dagger through it.

"I love this."

What the hell! I Am The Masterchief what happened! Just edit your post!

OOC: Vum, your next.

IC:

Hakar made his way to green emporer way, He had no respect for the nine.

"Oh look, a Dunmer, I hate Dunmer. Hey, ash-wallower.."

Hakar drew his bow, and embedded arrows through the dunmer's eyes. He then moved to the Market District.

He came upon the back of a shop, where a legion soldier and a Nord were standing.

He came upon the soldier first, and stabbed him in the neck.

"Hello Nord, what would you like on that salad?"

Hakar drew his sword once more, and cut the Nord in half, across the waist.

Far-out wtf happened to this!

IC:

Next, Hakar came upon a Red Guard in the merchants inn.

"Hey baby, how would you like some of this Nord?"

The girl really didn't want any, so he took the alternative route.

Hakar drew his sword, "You deserve it."

He then cut the Red Guards head into two..

Such pretty girls..so sad..

This is weird, Masterchief just edit your post dude!

Well it's a little late now don't you think?