Introductions

[UberBender]

Duriel is suprised by such a response, because Isaac was always very quiet.

 

"I ammm doinnng welll."

 

Duriel sits down across the table from Isaac.

 

"I commme to seeeek my fortune."

 

Duriel hails the bartender. The batender brings over two flin.

 

"Havve a drinnnnk. Tell meee off yourr travvels sinnnce we parrted wayys."

[FlightlessBird]

Isaac, realizing that he has had too much to drink, pulls out an unknown potion and drinks it all in a few gulps. He looks much beter after the drink and replies,

"I gave you a version of this when you were in therapy. Very strong stuff. But if you are intirested in a story i'll humor you another day. I am tired and wish to rest. I have a house in Pelagaid if you wish to reach me my friend."

After stating this, Isaac promptly stood and proceeded tothe door.

[tyjet3]

I haven't done this yet so here it is...

 

Name: Tyjet (Tie-jet, the j would sound like a french "j", jet would sound almost like "zhet")

Race: Breton

Sex: Male

Class: Cleric (sort of)

Majors: Restoration, Marksman, Blunt Weapon, Alchemy, and Mysticism

Minors: Speechcraft, Enchant, Light Armor, Athletics, and Alteration

Appearance: Athletic figure, 5'9", Very light brown hair (almost blonde) with a white bandana over his forehead, green eyes (look at my avatar for facial features), usually dressed in a robe. He carries a large shoulder strapped sack with him that carries alchemy ingredents and food, another strap holds his crossbow. His mace is held in a scabbard on his back. He also has a small tatoo on the small of his back, it is yet to be identified.

Personality: All round good person. He has a kind heart and will never leave a man behind. If someone he is with is in need, he is the first to help. Although he is not a very aggresive person he knows how to defend himself quite well with his mace if needed, otherwise he will back up a team with healing magic or herbs and his custom made one-handed steel crossbow. He knows how to channel his anger pretty will but he has been known to lose his cool sometimes...:whistling:...

History: He was on orphan that grew up around the Imperial Cult. He grew attached to the priest Yomia. He grew to look at Yomia as a father figure. He was taught magic at a fairly young age. He soon devoted his life to the cult. As years past, he grew more powerful- magically and politically. He was sent on a mission on his 17th birthday to help someone get to safety. He got there and his "father" had already been. He had her killed. She lay dead in the road.

 

Tyjet thought nothing of it... It happened all the time. But later while he was visiting his "father's" chambers, he fell upon some papers... It was speaking of killing a people because of their knowledge... At the bottom was signed "Yomia"... It turn out she was killed because the Cult had made a mistake. She knew of it and threatened to tell the grand-priest of the Cult.

 

It turns out the Cult was demanding more money from the Imperial Forces but they would supply anything. Yomia hired the Morag Tong to threaten some high level people. Unfortunatly, they didn't get the message right. They killed several people. Yomia was responsible for their deaths. To make things worse he tried to cover it up by killing more. Yomia had been a servent of the Cult for years. He would be executed.

 

It all made sense now... Tyjet was sent to protect that woman as a cover up so the Cult wouldn't be held responsible for her death. He was used by someone he had trusted all his life!! Tyjet left the cult and never spoke to Yomia again.

 

Tyjet wondered the cities for years. He tried joining the mage's guild but it just wasn't his style... Then he met a very interesting person in the streets of Balmora. It was an Argonian named Jo-Im-Ie. He saw Tyjet's battered body and offered to fed him for the night. Tyjet could tell he could trust this guy. I mean why else would he try to help? Tyjet had nothing of value to steal so he nodded and followed the Argonian. They walked out of Balmora and scaled a mountain, crossed some bridges, ect.

 

They came to a great looking house. Well to make a long story short (too late), Jo-Im-Ie convinced him to join this special guild, the Carriers. It worked like the Cult but was headed by the Blades. Tyjet came to love the place and loved the people. He loved the Carriers mission statement too. It was based off of peace. If there was ever a great danger The Blades and The Carriers would usually work together. Very few people know who the Carriers are just like the Blades. In fact many people are often mixing up Carriers people with Blades people. Here is a good way to describe the Carriers. If villagers are in trouble who do they call? easy, gaurds... Well if the Blades are in trouble they call the Carriers. Consider them a special form of the Blades.

 

But anyway, now Tyjet finds himself never too far from the Carriers and is always willing to help.

[Ebony Smuggler]

Name:Ebon

Race:Dunmer

Age:14

Level:1

Class:Knight

Armour:Full body EBONY

Weapon:Ebony longsword,Ebony shortsword,Ebony arrows.

Faorte item:Raw *Ebony*

 

 

*STORY*

 

Enters the locol tavern the tavern everyone talks about,no sign of the barkeep or any able body warriors to set out with him,has a ad on the wall *able body men or woman availible for ebony hunting contact me*Asks locol man for a room and points toward barkeep,take over from here and rent me a room someody.hanks alot.

[Alexander the Great]

Introduction

Name: Sorrion

Race: Imperial

Sex: Male

Age: 28

Weapon: Twin Katanas

Class: Swordsman

Armor: Light snow wolf armor

Personality: Keeps to himself unless he is with his good friends. He understands people and he understands how to manipulate them to his will.

Major Skills: Long blade, Light armor, Speechcraft, Athletics, and Mercantile

Minor Skills: Acrobatics, Armorer, Security, Block, and Hand-to-Hand

Attribute: Strenght and Personality

Sign: The Lady

 

Story: Sorrion lived through his early life by searching the world for something to quench his thirst for adventure. He mastered his weapons in many lands, so his style is a mixture of many throughout the world. He has been a loner all his life but he has come to this tavern local tavern that everybody talk about to see if a group would suit his knack for adventuring moreso then what he has been doing his whole life. He doesnt know his early years. All he knows is <A TITLE="Click for more information about <A TITLE="Click for more information about travel" STYLE="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" HREF="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||travel|AA1VDw">travel</A>" STYLE="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" HREF="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||travel|AA1VDw">travel</A>. Though he says he doesnt care he is always looking for signs of his past.

 

Sorrion walked into the local tavern as was suggested to him by locals he met on his way. As he entered he noticed the pungent aroma of fresh food and drink, which were two things he was looking forward to. He walked up to the barkeep to see what the news in the town was.

"Excuse me, Id like a glass of flin, some bread, and id like to ask you a few questions".

"Coming right up. ill be with you as soon as i get your order".

Sorrion didnt have to wait long for his meal and his questions to be answered.

"what do you need to know",sadi the bartender.

"are there any groups looking for warriors to help them out"

"I have to say i dont know of any groups currently, but just wait around and im sure youll find someone who needs you".

"alright, if thats the case, i need a room as well".

"Heres your key, first room on the right".

"thanks, tell me if anything comes up".

Sorrion settled in to wait for an opprotunity to show his skills to any who cared to know.

[>Argonian thief<]

Intro:

Name: Apache

Race: arognian

Sex:male

Class: thief

Armor: light chittin no boots,helm,sheild,or pauldrons

Age: 20

Majors: light armor, illiusion, shortblade, speechcraft, alteration

Minors: marksman, mysticsium, athletics, mercantile, acrobatics

sign: the thief

 

Born and raised a thief in the black marsh area, when Apache was sent to morrowind for theiviery he knew nothing else and devolped a love for skooma.

[Calcio]

hi I am calcio master gunman who i starting a fight against the armys of malika a land full of sickness plauge and evil chariters if you wish to join just ask.

[>Argonian thief<]

Master gunman? i wasnt aware that you could use guns in morrowind. Are you running a mod or somthing?

[Calcio]

Calcio is my fictional charicter who i have writen for 3 RPG's/storys he is part of the long running courtney family(inspired by the works of wilbur smith) and i think u should be able to use guns here alot of RPGs have guns now e.g ff7 barret

 

*calcio loads two rounds into his gun holds it up against an empty bottle puts his finger on both shotgun trigers and fires* double hit *he smashs to bottles* if any one wants a gunman in there party just ask me

[Peregrine]

Name: Ryan "Peregrine" Tabanne

Race: Minor Diety

Sex: Male

Age: 19

Class: Sniper

Armor: Light kevlar vest

Weapons: PSG1 sniper rifle, MP5 smg

Major Skills: Marksman, Sneak, Security, Light Armor, Illusion

Minor Skills: Mysticism, Unarmored, Armorer, Athletics, Acrobatics

 

 

"Not again....." was all the thinking Ryan Tabanne had time for as the now all too familiar teleport effect surrounded him. As the glow faded, an equally familiar roof and bar were once again in sight. "Damn careless gods..." he thought as his rifle case appeared as well, two feet above the ground. Somehow he doubted whatever gods were toying with him would be able to replace the $10,000 sniper rifle...

 

A gunshot from inside the bar reminded him that he had no time for distractions. His target was obvious... the only man who dared bend the laws of the universe to bring that shotgun into this world.

 

A quick inspection of his rifle showed no apparent damage from the fall, so he loaded a full 20 round clip and brought the rifle to his shoulder. At as close range as he was, his target's head was large and clear in his scope. "All too easy..." he thought as he pulled the trigger.

 

The single rifle shot exploded Calcio's head and flung his body back against the bar. The shotgun flew from his hands and skidded across the floor. But Ryan's job wasn't quite done, the shotgun could still destroy this fragile world. He put another pair of 7.62mm bullets into the now dead body just to be sure, then lined up his crosshairs on the shotgun. The first bullet smashed its trigger to useless junk... the 16 that followed were out of pure frustration with the gods that ran this world.

 

Finally, the teleport effect returned, and Ryan found himself back home in a much saner world. He looked longingly at the bottle of vodka on his table, then decided against it. Right now, it was time for some much deserved sleep.

 

 

 

 

ooc: Calcio, this is a Morrowind rpg. Please do not ignore the setting when posting in other people's threads.