Welcome to The Elder Scrolls: Legend of the Dwemer RP.
A new inn built just outside of Riften? Looks a fancy place, you decide to head on inside to take a look around. The thieves guild is in its prime.. a strange time to start a new business and outside of Riftens protective walls. 'Black-Briars' You think to yourself You hear a voice... 'who are you wanderer and why are you here?'
Character 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
This RP will be player driven. You are all individual characters, i will control 'Main Quest' which you will receive from my character. However you can take on individual (Or group) quests separate. This will help so your not relying on me for progress, nice that we all chip in.
Class benefitsPHA+PHN0cm9uZz5UaGVpZjwvc3Ryb25nPiArMyB0byBsdWNrL3N0ZWFsdGggcm9sbHM8YnIgLz48c3Ryb25nPldhcnJpb3I8L3N0cm9uZz4gKzMgdG8gYWxsIGRhbWFnZS9zdHJlbmd0aCByb2xsczxiciAvPjxzdHJvbmc+TWFnZTwvc3Ryb25nPiArMyB0byBhbGwgU3BlZWNoQ3JhZnQgcm9sbHMgYW5kICszIHRvIGFsbCBNYWdpYyByZWxhdGVkIHJvbGxzPGJyIC8+PHN0cm9uZz5EZWZlbnNpdmUgV2Fycmlvcjwvc3Ryb25nPiAtMyB0byBhbGwgZGFtYWdlIHRha2VuPC9wPg==
And finally... Base you character from these pictures, it will be a very picture orientated thread. I may just throw a picture at you and you adapt to situation.
Male warrior -Reserved-PHA+PGltZyBzcmM9Imh0dHA6Ly9pMTA2MS5waG90b2J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL3Q0NjYvTW96emE0NDQvQWxpc3RhaXJfY29uY2VwdC5qcGciIGFsdD0iaW1hZ2UiLz48L3A+
Other Available classesPHA+PGltZyBzcmM9Imh0dHA6Ly9pMTA2MS5waG90b2J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL3Q0NjYvTW96emE0NDQvdHVtYmxyX2x4bDdrMllCVzMxcjlteXY5bzFfNTAwLmpwZyIgYWx0PSJpbWFnZSIvPjxiciAvPjxpbWcgc3JjPSJodHRwOi8vaTEwNjEucGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29tL2FsYnVtcy90NDY2L01venphNDQ0LzYzNHg5MDBfMTY4Nl9DaGlsZHJlbl9vZl9ZYWdLb3NoYV8yZF9mYW50YXN5X2NvbmNlcHRfYXJ0X3dpemFyZF9waWN0dXJlX2ltYWdlX2RpZ2l0YWxfYXJ0LmpwZyIgYWx0PSJpbWFnZSIvPjxiciAvPjxpbWcgc3JjPSJodHRwOi8vaTEwNjEucGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29tL2FsYnVtcy90NDY2L01venphNDQ0L1JlcXVlc3RfX0FyZ29uaWFuX2J5X0tsYXNobXlhZy5qcGciIGFsdD0iaW1hZ2UiLz48YnIgLz48aW1nIHNyYz0iaHR0cDovL2kxMDYxLnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvdDQ2Ni9Nb3p6YTQ0NC9GZW1hbGVfS25pZ2h0X2J5X2FkaXR5YTc3Ny5qcGciIGFsdD0iaW1hZ2UiLz48YnIgLz48ZGl2IGNsYXNzPSdzcG9pbGVyIGhpZGRlbicgb25DbGljaz0iRWxlbWVudC5oaWRlKHRoaXMpOyBuZXcgSW5zZXJ0aW9uLkFmdGVyKHRoaXMsJzxkaXYgY2xhc3M9XCdzcG9pbGVyIHZpc2libGVcJz4nICsgQmFzZTY0LmRlY29kZSgkKCdzcG9pbGVyXzIwMmQ0MTUwNWZiMjllYmRkOWU2NDIxNDEwYWQ2YTZmJykuaW5uZXJIVE1MKSArICc8L2Rpdj4nKTsgRWxlbWVudC5yZW1vdmUoJ3Nwb2lsZXJfMjAyZDQxNTA1ZmIyOWViZGQ5ZTY0MjE0MTBhZDZhNmYnKTsgRWxlbWVudC5yZW1vdmUodGhpcyk7Ij48L3A+CjxwPiBCYXR0bGVNYWdlPHNwYW4gaWQ9J3Nwb2lsZXJfMjAyZDQxNTA1ZmIyOWViZGQ5ZTY0MjE0MTBhZDZhNmYnIHN0eWxlPSdkaXNwbGF5Om5vbmUnPlBIQStQR2x0WnlCemNtTTlJbWgwZEhBNkx5OXBNVEEyTVM1d2FHOTBiMkoxWTJ0bGRDNWpiMjB2WVd4aWRXMXpMM1EwTmpZdlRXOTZlbUUwTkRRdmRIVnRZbXh5WDJ4NGJXbG1kazVQVVVReGNXUTBhakkzYnpGZk5UQXdMbXB3WnlJZ1lXeDBQU0pwYldGblpTSXZQanhpY2lBdlBraGxjeUJoYkhOdklHRWdkMlZ5WlhkdmJHWThZbklnTHo0OGFXMW5JSE55WXowaWFIUjBjRG92TDJreE1EWXhMbkJvYjNSdlluVmphMlYwTG1OdmJTOWhiR0oxYlhNdmREUTJOaTlOYjNwNllUUTBOQzkwZFcxaWJISmZiSGhpYW05MlZuWkVPVEZ5TVdGelkzZHZNVjgxTURBdWFuQm5JaUJoYkhROUltbHRZV2RsSWk4K1BDOXdQZz09PC9zcGFuPjwvZGl2PjwvcD4=
Backstory: A Redguard with a very average upbringing. He was trained in combat by his farther, he trained well but was always very weak on the attack. At the age of 20 he accepted that he was a poor fighter and turned his attention towards magic, being more of a pacifist he chose to indulge in alteration. His skill in magic lead him to enchanting, this way he stood much more of a chance against his opponents. With this he built a profession, taking great interest in steel with magical properties. Over his years of being an enchanter many rare and unique weapons have passed his hands. He rose to fame during the time of the dragons (Skyrim). At the age of 30 he employed a small group of specialized men and went on a routine dungeon dive, this lead to a great treasure. Now at the age of 34, he looks for yet another team, a team to uncover a very sacred artifact. Character: His very deep voice gives him presence in the room, he speaks and acts like a very powerful man. Calm and deep-thinking, he is a below average fighter but armed with heavy enchantments and alteration magic it will take more than a few measly bandits to take him down.
Appearance: Somewhat taller than the average imperial with dark hair and green eyes. Rather lean all around. Typically wears an enchanted black cloak, but will wear light armor if the situation calls for it. Carries a black, silver-topped and quite potent lightning staff. He has only one piece of jewelry, a silver ring on his left hand with the symbol of a soaring raven. No one knows what, if any, properties it possesses.
Equipment: One Lightning Staff, One steel dagger, One set of enchanted black robes (enchantment- +50% to magicka regeneration, -20% cost to illusion spells), and one set of civilian clothes.
Abilities: Zavier is a master of illusion magic, able to deceive his foes into doing what he wants. In addition he is a shrewd businessman and negotiator, Zavier is usually able to bring people around to his way of thinking with his silver tongue. In combat he prefers to sneak in the shadows, outside the line of fire, and wait for an opportunity to take down an opponent with one quick strike. Zavier also has an affinity for conjuration when battles truly begin to heat up.
Class: Shadowcaster
Main Class: Mage
Back Story: Zavier grew up poor in the Imperial City. He was a very solitary child, often alone with his thoughts. Despite the limitations of his station, Zavier was determined to succeed. At age 12 he began an apprenticeship with one of the eminent merchants in the city, Galtrin Drake. Galtrin, a self-made man himself, sympathized with the young, ambitious boy and taught Zavier everything he knew. Within a few years, Zavier had become an accomplished wordsmith and, his master also being an associate of the Thieves' Guild, a fair spy. However, Zavier's dreams still went further. After finishing his apprenticeship he applied to the Arcane University, where he threw himself into the work of becoming a master of magic. An enthusiastic student, Zavier quickly mastered the basic concepts of all the arcane schools and steadily became more proficient in using them. However, he was puzzled by some of the university's seemingly arbitrary guidelines, such as forbidding study of the dark arts. Naturally curious, Zavier began experimenting with necromancy in secret. Once his education with the university ended Zavier left to amass his fortune.
Personality: Serious, cynical, sarcastic, intelligent and cunning. Zavier learned growing up that he was in competition with everyone and they were in competition with him. He has no time for those he doesn't see as worthy opponents. Despite this, he is rather reliable to those few he considers his friends.
Reason for Arrival: Zavier came to Skyrim for the sea of opportunity that the war provided. With his talents and ambition he naturally drifted toward Riften, Skyrim's center of commerce. It seemed worthwhile to investigate this odd new inn that was opening up...
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Equipment: Skyforge Silver Greatsword (not an in-game weapon, just consider it a regular greatsword, silver greatsword just looks cooler), skyforge steel dagger, Imperial bow and steel arrows. He is wearing steel plate armor and doesn't have a helmet.
Abilities: Two Handed, Archery, Speech, Heavy Armor.
Class: Ranger (Rangers are woodland warriors, woodsmen and hunters, highly adept at tracking, survival and finding their way through the wilderness of Tamriel. Rangers are adept at the utilization of most types of armor and weapons.)
Main Class: Warrior
Backstory: When Jarek was very young he lived in the Imperial city, for reasons he never learned he was soon moving out to live in the wilderness of Skyrim with his father. Just a small cabin and all the food they could hunt, it was a very solitary life. Jarek became an excellent ranger just like his father. Jarek didn't resent this life, he came to love nature and loving yet sometimes cruel attitude it seemed to have. Jarek's father died when he was 15, he was simply an old man and passed in his sleep. Jarek moved in with his uncle on his father's wishes, his uncle was a lazy old man living in Solitude. Jarek left his uncles house and joined the Legion within the week. He would occasionally visit his uncle, if for nothing more than a conversation, the man had a sharp tongue and wit, Jarek learned things about speechcraft that his kind, strong father could have never taught him. Jarek rose through the ranks of the Legion at first but ended up only getting so far because he didn't have the right mentality to be a leader, despite most of the men he fought with looking up to him. He wouldn't follow orders blindly which his commanding officers hated.
Personality: Jarek is fair to most, you naturally start out on his good side and as long as you don't stray into too dark territories you usually tend to stay there. He is wise for his age, he tries to keep a level head and an open mind. Some of his fellow brothers in arms in the Legion described him as having ice water in his veins, "Jarek never sweats, he is so cool, no matter how thick the pressure or impossible the odds, he keeps going, he rallies the men and does what has to be done, I've never seen him break a sweat."
Why you just entered the inn: Jarek walks the routes often, hadn't seen it before and was curious, thought it was worth getting a pint and seeing if the place was any good.
Profession: He finds missing things, nothing glamorous about it, Jarek's life is kind of dull right now, he ended his service with the Legion honorably but has yet to find something worthwhile to do for the rest of his days, so he offers to find missing jewels, weapons, people, it really doesn't matter to him, people pay him a decent wage because he is damn good at it.
(This is my first RP on here, so if you have any tips or see me doing something wrong don't hesitate to let me know!)
(This is my first RP on here, so if you have any tips or see me doing something wrong don't hesitate to let me know!)
Its my first time running one, so don't worry at all. Just one thing.. 22 seems a little young to have served in the Legion and be cool about battle. Maybe make him a little older?
Equipment: Nightangle Blade, Nightangale Bow, Nightangale armour (With nightweaver) Impieral light shield witch he gained from killing a gaurd during a contract.
Abilities: Smithing, Archery, Hand-to-hand, One Handed
Class: Thief
Main Class: Defensive Warrior
Backstory: Being thrown out from cyrodil for a crime he did not commit. he came to skyrim to settle down and have a good life.He is a member of the dark brotherhood.He has a job as the companions being one of their special members.He has a tendacy to get realy angry and use his Werewolf ability but only at full moon. He has no family since his dad was ashamed of him and if he made offspring they would share the shame.
Your character: Polite and helpful but also one to be feared.He always giving proving this he would give a tramp all his gold if he wanted too.
Why you just entered the inn: Looking for a house and no luck. Decided to have a drink.
Profession: Smither and tailor. (They work together dont they?)
Love this guy. Number 1: He is not too powerfull just basically a guy who can get the job done. He is Werewolf.
Name:Ja'Gulag Race:Kajhait Age:22 Appearance: Equipment: Nightangle Blade, Nightangale Bow, Nightangale armour (With nightweaver) Abilities: Smithing, Archery, Hand-to-hand, One Handed Class: Thief Main Class: Archer Backstory: Being thrown from cyrodil for a crime he did not commit. he came to skyrim to settle down and have a good life. Your character: Polite and helpful but also one to be feared Why you just entered the inn: Looking for a house and no luck. Decided to have a drink. Profession: Smither
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. Name: Harald Race: Nord Age: 28 Appearance: Have medium lenght black hair, with a nice beard. Have also a tan. Equipment: An imperial sword. A imperial shield and a steel dagger. Armor: Imperial Light armor.And some spare clothes and boots. Abilities: one-handed,light armor,blocking and stealth. Class: Scout. Main Class: Warrior. Backstory: When his brothers joined the legion ten years ago, he feelt it was his duty to join them do. Still being a Talos worshiper, he have been tempted to join the stormcloaks rebillonen. He have so far stayed out of it, as he feel that it's better for Skyrim if the Empire is in controll. After a brutal fight with some stormcloaks, where he got wounded, he have been on leave. Your character: Is a pretty nice guy to be around, but share a deep hatred for the Thalmor. Worhsip Talos. Why you just entered the inn: Is hungrig for some meat and want to chill out. Profession: Solider in the imperial Legion.
(This is my first RP on here, so if you have any tips or see me doing something wrong don't hesitate to let me know!)
Its my first time running one, so don't worry at all. Just one thing.. 22 seems a little young to have served in the Legion and be cool about battle. Maybe make him a little older?
I did want him to be pretty young, I wanted him to have joined while too young but lied about his age, that being said if you want me to increase his age to like 25 or something, I am not opposed to that at all.
I did want him to be pretty young, I wanted him to have joined while too young but lied about his age, that being said if you want me to increase his age to like 25 or something, I am not opposed to that at all.
Ok, i'll meet you half-way at 24. Otherwise very good sheet.
I did want him to be pretty young, I wanted him to have joined while too young but lied about his age, that being said if you want me to increase his age to like 25 or something, I am not opposed to that at all.
Ok, i'll meet you half-way at 24. Otherwise very good sheet.
JaguarDwarf: Okay when will this start we got enough people.
Well i'm off out tonight to get drunk... Plus i'll wait for a few more applicants just to see if we can get more variety, there is no real set number of applicants i'm after. I'll give it another day just to give anybody else the chance to apply.
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Few things with this guy... Picture does not match description. Are you actually a nightingale or not? If no why do you have the armour? If yes please take into account that the rest of us are in leather/steel armour.
How can you be a defensive warrior when your in light armour and have no shield? Does not make sense.
Few things with this guy... Picture does not match description. Are you actually a nightingale or not? If no why do you have the armour? If yes please take into account that the rest of us are in leather/steel armour.
How can you be a defensive warrior when your in light armour and have no shield? Does not make sense.
Not really sure what that would entail in slightest but if you can't get anyone else, I may be able to try my hand at it. Would I have to give up my current character?
Not really sure what that would entail in slightest but if you can't get anyone else, I may be able to try my hand at it. Would I have to give up my current character?
Ahh sorry, just had a PM from Stegosaurus saying he would. I replied to him before checking this, thanks a lot however!
Mortis Nuncius: I'd like to reserve a spot, if I may. Will have character sheet up (hopefully) soon.
Not really sure what that would entail in slightest but if you can't get anyone else, I may be able to try my hand at it. Would I have to give up my current character?
Ahh sorry, just had a PM from Stegosaurus saying he would. I replied to him before checking this, thanks a lot however!
No, that's cool. I only wanted to do it if you couldn't find an alternative, this is good.
Name: Swims'Faster (not his real name, but what he goes by here for the sake of simplicity, it's easier to pronounce.) Race: Argonian Age: 19 Equipment:skyforge steel Spear(skyforge greatsword if spears can't be used), 2 daggers,light scale armor (real scales, i would assume to be the equivelent of city guard armor, it's just easier to move with scales than heavier stuff),no helmet, javelin, buckler strapped to his forearm
Backstory: raised in Black Marsh, Swims'Faster was one of the few born under the sign of the Shadow that was trained in the old ways, learning the arts of stealth and murder from a young age. He developed a thirst for the magic of the school of Conjuration and showed an aptitude for it beyond that which his mentor could safely teach to him, sadly, all other schools of magic were closed to him as he had not the skill in claiming their energies for himself. He grew to love the fighting style of the spear and javelin, devoting all his time and energy away from the art of murder to his new way of fighting, mixing in what he believes to be the perfect synergy of the three. When he was 15, he was chosen as one of the few to sneak into Dunmer territory and kill one of three noble families responsible for an earlier attack on his clan.His partner for the mission was chosen as well, Quickkills(again, easier to pronounce in this land) was also a young Argonian, only 19 summers, but had made a name for herself of a sorts in the darker parts of Argonia, however, her loyalty was never to clan,race, or home, but to the highest bidder and the Dunmer target had paidd her price, and Swims-Faster was given to them as a trophy, and subsequently captured and enslaved by his target family and sold to a curious House Telvanni wizard, who kept him as an oddity and eventually noticed his talent with Conjuration. He was then shown more of the secrets of that magical art and after two years, escaped the mushroom compound, only to have to flee Morrowind, away from his homeland, and for the last two years he has been tracking Quickkils, and the last Swims'Faster had been able to gather, there was an Argonian living in Riften, operating an inn, and her description is as close to Quickkils as he has found in months.
Character: Swims'Faster is very pragmatic and secretive, never giving more away than is necessary to get to the next destination. He sleeps away from others given the chance, and although he detests the cold, he refuses to leave should there be a chance that Quickkills is here in Skyrim. He appreciates any training he can get for Conjuration, relishes the few chances he gets to match spear with blade, and loves the excitement one gets from the hunt. He has a special dislike for Dunmer, Khajjit, and the Empire. He prefers to run anyplace he can, as he has an aversion to mounts because of his Dunmer masters. The few he will call his comrades can expect nothing short of complete and utter loyalty, but beware those that call him friend and betray him. His loyalty is first to clan,then homeland, then current companions. He believes in giving his opponent a quick death, should they fight to kill, before raising them from the dead to continue to fight for him if they have friends that have a problem with the duel. Has no complication in dealing with Dremora or Oblivion-tainted things, so long as he can kill Quickkills.
Reason for going to the inn: it's on the way to Riften, and Swims'Faster is going there to exact revenge, but it got too dark and the inn was there.
Profession: Professional Mercenary, Conjuror
Well, tell me if you have a problem with any of it and I'll move some stuff around.
Mortis 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You enter the inn, it is a warm and pleasant place. There are two Nords sat drinking, both are quite loud, the woman behind the bar is also a Nord.. a quite good looking one at that.
Up on the balcony is a towering Orc (Mortis Nucius) and near the door you see an Argonian with ice blue eyes (Stegosaurus). They are both armed, it would be best if you behaved in here.
The sun is setting and another day comes to an end, the inn may just be well worth spending the night.. after all the beautiful barmaid is giving out free drinks as the inn has just opened.
The door opened and in walked a young man in black robes. The Nords looked at him suspiciously, even more so when he pulled down his hood to reveal he was an Imperial. Zavier had gotten used to such looks during the last year he had spent in Skyrim, though.
They were very suspicious of magic users, here, especially the stormcloaks. It didn't help that they also suspected every non-Nord of being an agent of the Empire, though Zavier had to admit that wasn't a completely groundless claim with regard to himself. While he didn't work for the Empire officially, he often did pass along information to the Legion when he thought it worth knowing.
Still, Zavier didn't let the looks discourage him. He approached the bar and got a free mug of ale. 'The Nords might not have much tact,' he thought, 'but the can brew one hell of an ale.' With that, he made his way to a table in the corner to drink in peace.
Abruptly one of the Nords stood up out of his chair, turning around he eyed up Zavier tempting himself to go over to him. However before he made a move.. the bar called his name, ha the joys of free Ale.
Welcome to The Elder Scrolls: Legend of the Dwemer RP.
A new inn built just outside of Riften?
Looks a fancy place, you decide to head on inside to take a look around. The thieves guild is in its prime.. a strange time to start a new business and outside of Riftens protective walls.
'Black-Briars' You think to yourself
You hear a voice... 'who are you wanderer and why are you here?'
Character sheet
Let the adventure begin
Rules
This RP will be player driven.
You are all individual characters, i will control 'Main Quest' which you will receive from my character. However you can take on individual (Or group) quests separate.
This will help so your not relying on me for progress, nice that we all chip in.
Class benefits
Weapon Damages
And finally...
Base you character from these pictures, it will be a very picture orientated thread.
I may just throw a picture at you and you adapt to situation.
Male warrior -Reserved-
Shadow Caster -Reserved-
Kahjiit Archer -Reserved-
Other Available classes
I need a Co-GM. PM me for more info.