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[Sarya]

You mean a forum role-playing game? That turns bad when unorganized, believe me.

[shandrill]

A lady dose not want to be caught with a Murder weapon :-). She only took what she needed and discarded it all as soon as she could.

 

I did not want to step by step all of it or it would have ended up as a book lol and bored one and all!

[Blackguard666]

You mean a forum role-playing game? That turns bad when unorganized, believe me.

 

Hopefully if it would happen, people would have to not take the RP part personally. I had one going before and too many 12 yrolds got all huffy-puffy because I summoned a Epic Vrock and it killed them after I hit them twice with my sword. Eh, as long as we maintain it and not let real life feelings get into RP, should be okay.

[RedRocketTM]

There's a roleplay forum on here... You could try it there... ^.^ I'm into roleplay as well, but unorganized and with a lot of people joining then where you can't keep track of them will just lead to chaos and the good ones will leave. You'd at least need a list aof the pople playing, and if wished a specific post order and so on. ^^

 

And as for my characters background... Sure he has one, and he sure as hell has a story I did even write down, but I think if I'd post it here nobody would ever read it anyway. ;)

He'll turn five years old in November this year, I had him far before Oblivion, from one of our pen and paper games, and then Neverwinter Nights, but now... well he's i Oblivion and doing pretty well.

Thanks to Kielanai he even got some friends and a proper home, yay! :D

[MrCooper2006]

Sounds like a good idea. Make a list of players and make sure its done fairly.

[tyreil829]

i don't suppose we could all get back on topic here?

 

Col John Sheppard

[deadnerzhul]

Well, since the first time I've ever engaged in any forum interactions, I acted harshly and ranted on and on and on how I hate nude mods with a passion. I guess it's time to stretch my fingers *stretch* and do something more creative for a change. [OFFTOPIC] Oh, and by the way, if you're reading this Lord-Slyther (I think that's the name), I apologize for my rudeness. You enjoy working on your mod! [/OFFTOPIC]

 

Now that THATS over... I'm a pretty good writer, but I've had SOOOO many characters! Might as well describe one of them... Lets see now...

 

Ah yes... my "Death Knight" character (thanks to the guy who made the frostmourne mod!)...

 

It has been a short time since my arrival in Cyrodiil. I had come to seek my fortune and to start my life over again, after imprisonment for my 'crime'... if you could call stealing petty fruits and vegetables a CRIME...! Upon completing my long and arduous sentence, I was escorted to the Warden. He had given me simple rags to cover my nearly-bare and bony body and a bag of a few coins. He then pointed towards the door, and, I exited. Two guards escorted me out, and, upon exiting the Imperial City Prison, they plummeted me to the ground and spit on me. 'Pathetic whelp!', they said, mockingly... I grit my teeth with anger as I promised myself that ONE DAY... I would have my revenge...

 

That day came sooner than expected. A few days later, while I was wandering the forests of Southern Cyrodiil, I happened upon an encampment. I stumbled over to find a pot of stew roasting over an open fire. 'Food!', I said excitedly as I reached for the ladle. But before I could gulp it down, a blade slithered across my neck. I looked up to find bandits staring me in the face with angry, hurtful eyes. They were going to try and steal whatever gold the Warden had issued me... 'No!' I shouted. 'I have HAD it with the abuse. No longer shall I sit and hide in the shadows and be mugged and tortured!' I elbowed one of the bandits and grabbed his sword, and the a fight to the death ensued. Each strike they made at me I parried and counterattacked, killing them one by one...

 

Rising from the bloodstained ground, I tossed the blade to the ground. I looked up the sky and let loose a howl that would scare even the strongest Daedra Lord! It pierced those within earshot, and the nearby animals had fled in fear. At that moment, I saw where my destiny lay. In the distance, up a tall hill, stood an ancient doorway to a large cavern. I walked towards it, and slowly, I began to notice a change in the weather. Everything suddenly grew colder...

 

The door was frozen. Every part was covered with ice. I touched it gently and trembled in the cold... And it all went black.

 

After what seemed like an eternity later I awoke, and before me rested a mighty helm and blade. They... called to me. They asked me to hold them. To bear them... and so I did. I placed the helm on my head gripped the sword with both hands. And then... I changed. My skin began to pale, my eyes began to glow, and the cold... the cold felt... good. I was no longer some wandering peasant. I was no longer some weakling that would suffer beneath the feet of others. I was the Death Knight, and my will... shall be DONE!

 

I hope you enjoyed it. As with any other story I write (or type) I ask that you review and share your personal interests and nitpicks you have. Note: I changed the way you obtain the items for entertainment purposes. You don't actually black out! Would be cooler though... anyways, there you have it! The "Death Knight."

[MrCooper2006]

Blade - 18yr Old - Redguard Archer

 

 

I awoke to the sound of creaking wood and calmly crashing waves, the smell of damp cloth and sea salt filled my nostrils.

 

As I looked around from the worn, damp bed I was laid in, I realized I was on board a small trading vessel. Crates of vegetables and sacks of grain surrounded me and rats were scurrying around under the bed.

 

As I clambered off the mattress and stood up, my bones ached and creaked, "How long have I been here?" I wondered.

 

I walked around the small room I was in and caught a glimpse of myself in a shard of glass lodged in a wooden panel. "Who am I?" I asked myself. I didnt recognize the person staring back at me. Come to think of it... I didnt know what I was doing here, how long id been here, or where I was before I awoke. Thinking harder, I couldnt even remember my name.

 

The sound of two men, who sounded Argonian, broke my train of thought. "Leyawiin" I heard one of them say. This name sounded familiar to me, but I couldnt think why.

 

I opened a hatch at the top of some ladders in the room, and make my way through the decks of the ship until finally I saw light behind one of the doors. I could smell the fresh sea air on the other side and hear the two Argonians clearly now.

 

I gingerly pressed open the door to reveal two Argonian traders, bickering over who should get what of the profits. Luckily they were pre-occupied enough them not to notice me as I moved away from the door. Hiding behind a crate I surveyed the area.

 

There were many ships, looked like we were in a Harbor. I could see a walled city down the road passed the Dockyards, was this the 'Leyawiin' the Argonians were talking about? As I was trying to decipher what I was doing aboard this ship, I felt a wet slippery grip on my shoulder.

 

"I was wondering, when this one was going to arise..." Slithered one of the Argonians. "Please." I begged, "I dont know how I got here, Im not a thief or a bandit... I just..."

 

The Argonian then unsheathed a steel Cutlass, fearing death was imminent, I closed my eyes and hoped it to be quick. The thrust of the blade cut through the air at frightening speed and I heard the slice of flesh.

 

"Wait, I'm still alive!" I thought, "This cant be".

 

As i opened my eyes I saw the Argonian stood in front of me, Cutlass in one hand, and half a cut Melon in the other.

 

"Eat, you are weak" he said. And I ate, and ate, and ate. I felt like id never tasted food before, that I could have eaten the entire stock of the ship.

 

Without wanting to offend the Argonian, I hesitantly asked him "How did i get here?"

 

"It didnt GET here." He replied, "It was taken here". "It was found. It was dying. It was taken by us."

 

"The Argonian and Khajiit here in Leyawiin, pay good gold for slaves. Especially strong, tall, Reguard ones."

 

"Now..." He said as his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. "Eat, and drink. You will need to be fit to be sold, Reguard"

 

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Should i bother continuing this? Please leave feedback

[Blacksnake89]

I posed this story in one of the other theads so I decided to dig it up and revive this story. All I did was simply copy & paste so it still has all the original typos.

 

I got another of my stories for ya.

 

Name: Drukon T'oth (pronounced t'oath)

Age: 26

Race: Tabaxi

Apperance: Like all T'oth Drukon is a black tabaxi. He has yellow eyes and wears a ceremonial armor given to him by his father.

 

Backstory: In southern Valenwood lies a settlement where 3 great Tabaxi tribes live. The three clans are the Firan tribe, the Arcnam tribe, and the Dark Shroud tribe. Of all the tribes none have produced as suberb assassins as the T'oth clan of the dark Shroud. The shadow panther Pherthia herself has given the T'oth clan her blessing. The T'oth clan has a a diverse family tree with many branch families and a main line. Every branch family is allowed 3 children but only 1 male. The main families are allowed 4 children but they must have at least 1 female but no more than 2. All children of the main branch except the first born become their own branch family upon marriage.

 

Story: Drukon T'oth was the first born of the T'oth main branch and because of this he was taunted and excluded by the other children of the Dark Shroud tribe. Drukon tried hard to impress his peers, he managed to get top of his classes in training which only served to push them further away from him. In their ignorance the other children thought Drukon was undeserving of his grades and thought he was merly a pampered noble. What they didn't realize was it was the opposite Drukon was pushed harder than any other child, even those of the T'oths. His father demanded perfection from him and pushed him hard to succeed. Drukon's only friends were his younger brothers Rukon and Ukon. Rukon was quite popular with the other children of the tribe and tried to get the other to accept Drukon more. Ukon worshiped Drukon for his skills and said he was a true legacy of the T'oth clan. One particular Tabaxi who absolutly hated Drukon was Rokoon Drogoth a member of the Drogoth clan. Rokoon's father Dro'oth despised Drukon's father Faythis. The two had been close friends. During a war between the Tabaxi and the nearby Lycosians Faythis had been credited with ending the war and was named a hero. Dro'oth felt he had done just as much as Faythis and deserved a heroes title as well but in faythis' shadow he was almost forgotten.

 

One day when Drukon was 12 Rokoon mocked Drukon calling him a pampered talentless coward. He insulted Drukons family calling his mother a faithless angel and his father a coward and a glory pig. Drukon was infuriated at the insults and drew his daggers at Rokoon's throut challenging him to a duel, Rokoon refused. Later that night Drukon snuck into the Drogoth estate and murdered Rokoon. The next day the insident was brought to the councel of elders. Dro'oth demanded the T'oth clan be stripped of their status and exiled, Drukon claimed he was defending his families honor which is a justifiable reason within the clan. After the evidence had be brought up the elders decided Drukon was within his rights. Dro'oth was infuriated and told the councel they only found Drukon innocent because he was a T'oth. For their disrespect the Drogoth's were removed from their status as nobility and dropped to middle class citizens. Dro'oth sword vengeance against the T'oths

 

When a Dark Shroud becomes 16 they choose what their path will be. The most prestigious of the paths is that of the assassin. The main branch of the T'oth clan were able to produce an advanced type of assassin known as the Shadow Walker. At 16 Drukon was given his duty to choose his path. His father had wanted him to follow the path of the assassin. Drukon following in his fathers footsteps chose the way of the Shadow Walker. In order for a member of the T'oth clan to become a shadow walker however, they were required to kill the previous Shadow Walker, their father. Drukon and Faythis traveled to Terminus the ancient city of their ancestors. Upon arriving there they split up and the hunt began.

 

While the strongest of the T'oth clan were away Dro'oth and his followers in the Drogoth Clan took their revenge. The Drogoths attacked the T'oth estate killing many of the guards. Gro'oth went to the main T'oth estate intent on killing Drukon's family. There he found Drukon's mother, Kaiun ready for him. He drew his sword and in his ignorance went after her expecting a quick and simple kill. Kaiun was a powerful priestess of the shadow panther and gave Dro'oth a rough fight. She managed to scorch the right side of his face with a powerful blast of shadow, disfiguring his face horridly. Despite her power in the end Dro'oth defeated her. Rukon enraged, ran at Dro'oth driving a dagger deep into his leg. Dro'oth grabbed Rukon by the throut and dismembered him slowly. Once he was done he pinned both bodies to the wall. The councels armies caught sight of the siege on the T'oth estate and moved in to stop the assault. Dro'oth managed to escape but the armies were close on his tail.

 

For 3 days Drukon fought with Faythis and on sunset of the third he caught him off guard and slew him. After his task was completed Drukon prayed to Pherthia to recieve her blessing. In deep meditation Drukon spoke with Pherthia and she showed him a vision. Drukon witnessed the slaughter of his family and the escape of Dro'oth. When Drukon awake his daggers were missing. He found a new pair of daggers on the altar, Pherthia had blessed him with her prizes, the daggers Misery and Despair. When Drukon took up the daggers he felt somthing inside him change. He saw the world differently. It was as if all he saw was darkened and blurry but strangly clearer. Drukon left immediatly for his estate, for 3 hours he sprinted at his full speed untill he arrived. He was greeted by the councel and their army who told him the story of what happened. In a vengful rage Drukon bounded off to the camp where they were holding the captured Drogoths. He tested his new blades on their necks, offering every kill to the Shadow Panther. Drukon felt something change inside him. He was able to sense Dro'oth almost smell him. Drukon and the counsel tracked Dro'oth to a cave east of the settlement. Dro'oth knew he was backed into a corner and surrendered.

 

Dro'oth faced th councel and claimed he was defending his clans honor for the loss of his son and the disgrace of his clan. The councel ruled that genocide against an entire clan is an act of war not a matter of honor. Dro'oth screamed he was right many years ago when he said the councel favored the T'oth clan. He claimed his trial was unfair and the councel was unfit to rule the tribe. The councel ruled his punishment was up to the disgresion of Drukon. Drukon ordered that all direct blood reletives of Dro'oth be executed and the rest of the Drogoth can be exiled from the tribe. Dro'oth's name was to be cursed and he was to be used as a sacrafice to the Shadow Panther. Dro'oth was taken to Terminus by Drukon and placed on the alter. Drukon cut Dro'oth's wrists and left him to the Shadow Panther to judge his punishment in the afterlife. Drukon took his surviving brother Ukon to Fort Wyandyk in Cyrodil and left him in the care of one of the T'oth branch families.

 

For many years Drukon stalked the shadows working as a freelance and a political assassin for the Dark Shroud. His name is whispered in the night and cursed by those he chases. He can find his mark from miles away and track them with unnerving speed. He stikes quickly and accuaratly with his daggers. Many don't realize he's killed them untill they drop to the floor, some don't even see themselves pass. It's said Drukon is such a good assassin he can even kill ones soul with his strikes. Some say he's no longer alive but a spectre. Myths aside Drukon has only been seen by one of his victims on a contract in Vvardenfel. Drukon however was caught by the Imperial legion after fullfilling a contract for the shadow councel. He was picked up as a susspected Mythis Dawn assassin but after trying to help the emperor escape the sewers he was cleared of his charges. He is however marked for death by a member of D.U.S.T. DUST is a secret order of high tech operatives under orders from the elder councel specializing in spec ops missions. Their top operative Illkurok is on the trail of Drukon. It is only a matter of time before the two masters of the shadows meet.

 

A quote once said by Drukon is "I enjoy the thrill of killing, each murder brings me closer to my family."

 

Edit: I forgot to mention before Drukon left to persue his life as an assassin he was visited by Mephisto a being that feeds off of tragedy and sadness. Mephisto told Drukon that there was a noble in Cyrodil that had helped equip Dro'oth and his army during their slaughter. Whether this was true or just one of Mephisto's attempts to spread discord is still unknown to Drukon but he keeps his ear to the ground just in case.

[Reavor]

the background of my character is the daughter of Kain from the legacy of kain series. She was born from a human though so shes only half vampire, so daylight doesnt affect her.

 

this was probably my most thought out chatacter and it halps me stay in a role playing mood and i enjoy the game more this way.