Introductions

[Imperial Leigon Knight]

name:james

race:imperial

level:99.put me as level 4

weapon;imperial broadsword

armour:imperial steel,its on my avatar

job:imperial leigon,guard

 

 

 

james walked in the cavern to look for work and instead finds a young nord woman and greets her and talks about battle and her travels,we talk and then part,then a nice bartender buys me a sujamma for a nice gesture,thank you barkeep,and rents aroom and sleeps

[Plush]

So far only the nice Imperial has talked to me, Xei thought to herself, I suppose it's because I'm from out of town. Or maybe it's because I've made a fool of myself...

"Do you have any Nordic mead?" she askes the bartender.

[HouseHlaalu14]

Names:James

Level:13

Race:Dunmer

Job:Warrior-BattleMage

Personality:very freindly and loves to talk,mean voice but good personality.

Story:Just a dunmer man trying to make a liveing with house hlaalu.owns a stronghold.

Faction:House Hllalu,Morag Tong,Fighters Guild,Temple.

 

Hope you like it,and hi.

[amber]

name: megan Race: fairy Size small Attitude: Mischevious and quick to blame the great gods and goddess of the site for the trouble hehe Level: just created Aim: Let chaos and megan rule :P

[imbubby]

Navonod Eveer finishes his orange juice, pays the preacher and bids him good-day

with a cheery grin. Nodding the the other patrons, he heads towards the door,

carefully avoiding stepping on the fairy. :)

 

As he passes the table where Xei is sipping her drink, he pauses and looks at her

with friendly concern. " Are you all right?" he asks. "I am sorry for disturbing you if

you wish to be alone, but that was a nasty fall you took." After being assured that she

was not injured, he says "Well, I have to go tend to business, but perhaps we will

meet again sometime, in the wilderness or some such. Good luck to you... have a

good day."

 

Donning his golden helmet, he slides his left arm through the strap if his

well-maintained shield, grips it's handle and heads on toward the door. As he

reaches the door, he pauses to check his sword. Turning back toward the room,

he speaks. "I don't suppose there is anyone here who would care to go adventuring

with me...?" Recieving no immediate answer, he turns back to the door, opens it

and passes into the blustery night.

[Coral]

(( :help: Question: Do you post your characters here, and the Roleplay them in the wilderness? Or where do you introduce them in the wilderness? And sorry if this i the wrong place to post this, Im new.))

[FlightlessBird]

Name: Isaac

Sex: Male

Race: Altmer

Birthsign: The apprentice

age: 26

armour: glass, but you cant see it cause he wears a robe

Weapon: Ebony staff

Job: Magic Sorcerer

Personality: Generally quiet, only talks when he has something to say.

Maj. skills: Destruction, Alteration, Mystisism, Enchant, Alchemy

Min. skills: light armour, blunt weapon, Conjuration, acrobatics, althletics

Speciallization: magic

fav. attributes: Intellegince, and Willpower

 

Additional Information: Isaac goes to the bar to find intiresting storys. He records them in what looks like a journal. When questioned about it, he tells them that he plans on writing a book someday.

 

Edit: Due to a request, i'm now going to provide more addition information about Isaac:

Isaac originally lived in the Bosmer province of Valenwood. He lived in Valenwood as a student to a greater mage, studying the life styles and rituals of the Bosmer. Unfortunatly, war broke out between the Kajiits and The Bosmer of Valenwood and Isaac's former master was killed in a misfire. Isaac then proceeded to leave Valenwood, in hopes of finding a new location to continue his studies. (For more information on the war between the Kajiits and Bosmer, read the books "Mixed Unit Tactics" v 1 and 2.) Isaac eventually lost intirest in his studies, and decided to take up a more intiresting field of study. This led him to Cryodill, where he took up the study of the colleges of Destruction and Alteration, to be specific. Learning of the College of Conjuration and its priveledges, he took a ship from Cryodill to Vvardenfell, hopefully of leaving behind the regulations set in Cryodill refering to conjuration. He continues to study Alteration, Destruction, and Conjuration while also learning about Alchemy, Enchant, and Mysticism. Isaac has lived in Vvardenfell for one year now, traveling and practicing his skills.

 

Appearence: Isaac is vertically gifted,(whoda thought?) with a careing but mysterious voice. He travels in robes, harboring glass amour underneath. He caries Zerator, his ebony staff with him whereever he goes, keeping its powers close at his side.

 

Good enough for ya? :D

[UberBender]

Name: Duriel

Race: Khajiit

Sex: Male

Sign: The Lady

Occupation: Thief

Guilds/Houses: former Thieves Guild Captain and former House Brother of House Hlaalu

Armor: glass cuirass, glass greaves, glass pauldrons, black shirt, black pants, black gloves with inlaid ebony

Weapon(s): ebony shortsword, ebony dagger

 

Duriel came to Morrowind to seek his fortune in others wealth. He was living well as a thief but he still could not reach the level of wealth that he had dreamed of since living in poverty in Cyrodiil.

 

This lead him to join the Thieves Guild and rise through the ranks as a great thief. He was once part of the return of the Bal Molagmer but was quickly seduced by greater wealth, joining the Great House Hlaalu and leaving the Thieves Guild behind.

 

House Hlaalu sent him to represent thier interests in Ebonheart. When there was talk of a new island, called Cyrilia, being raised he was quick to jump at an offer to invest. His investments payed off when trade routes to and from Cyrilia were among the best in Southern Morrowind. He delved deep into illegal practices, whatever turned a profit he would do, regardless of the law. For some reason he grew to greatly dislike Altmer, Argonians, and Bosmer. He quickly turned to Skooma and it made him feel great. Life was great. He owned the biggest mansion in Cyrilia, save for the Mayors, and money was pooring in.

 

Then the muck hit the strange Dwarven device.

 

He was sent to jail on so many charges it took half a year to sort them out. House Hlaalu took most of his wealth and his mansion. All he had left were the exquisite clothes on his back. Not to mention a skooma addiction.

 

When he got out of jail he was right where he had started, a lonely Khajiit with nothing to call his own and no one to call his friend. Lucky for Duriel someone in the Thieves Guild heard of his plight and decided to take pity on Duriel.

 

They helped him to secure a small portion of his former wealth. Even though it was a fraction of what he once owned, it was still quite a large amount of money. It was enough to buy him some glass armor, some clothes, a sword, a dagger, and custom made ebony gloves to allow his claws to unsheath. He went to the Mages guild and spent a year in rehab for his skooma addiction.

 

Life has been tough but he is back on his paws. He dreams of once again living in a giant mansion and having a feast every night. He wanders the land searching to regain his past wealth by joining any adventures that happen need an extremly skilled acrobat or thief.

 

Now that you know him lets go back to the bar.

 

A rather desperate but slightly rich looking Khajiit enters the bar:

 

"Greetingsss, doo you happpen to servve fliin?" he says to the barkeep.

Than he sees a pleasant sight.

"Nevvver minnd." he says and walks over to Isaac.

"Hello old friennd. Mayyy I get you a drinnnk?"

[Coral]

Name: Neet

Race: Argonian

Sex: Male

Sign: The Steed

Occupation: Imperial Guard Captain

Armor: Imperial Armor

Weapon: Iron Crossbow

[FlightlessBird]

"Ah yes... If it isnt my favorite rehab subject." Isaac exclaims with immeadiate elation. Although Isaac looks happy to see his old friend, it is hard to dicipher what he is pondering because it looks like he has had one too many sujammas.

"What brings you to the bar, Durie? Hick!"