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You are an adventurer, held in the dungeon of an unknown fort (Helgan), when an unknown hooded man releases you.

This RP will borrow cities, the geography of Skyrim, races, and enemy types from the Elder Scroll series I will be the NPC's, and a the hooded man who will try to help overthrow the Crown, a dynasty of tyrannical kings. I will be some NPC's.

No god modding. I AM SUPER DUPER UBER SERIOUS!!!
Also, don't be a super hyped up dragon born. This counts as god modding.
Don't join the Dark Brotherhood and go around assassinating other peoples characters.
Unless people PM me other special rules, just the regular RP rules


Pm me your character sheet please. At three people I'll post your character sheets. Character sheet is as follows...

Race: (any Elder Scroll race, including Dwemner)
Age: (self explanatory )
Appearance: (ditto)
Talents: (is your character a fighter? A healer? A mage? A thief)
Starting weapon: (dagger, light bow, small hatchet, or Flawed Staff of Magic Arrow)
Short Background: (see appearance)
Anything else: (see appearance)

Please, no god modding. It ruins everyone's time
Other than that just have fun

Characters:
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Name: Vilvan Arendu
Race: Dunmer
Age: 34
Appearance: Tall; male; slick black hair tied in a ponytail; dark leather armour with plenty of pouches
Talents: Stealth, alchemy
Starting weapon: Dagger with a black blade and hilt, sheathed across his lower back.
Short Background: At a very young age, Vilvan was trained in the ways of alchemy, learning how to make potions and poisons. He was also found to be good with a dagger, and had some magical talent. Leaving home at the age of 30, the young Dunmer set off on his own to make a living
Anything else: Quite agile

Name: Grolock the Wise
Race:Dwemner
Age:105
Appearence:Very agile
Talents:Mage, Archer
Weapon:Flawed Staff of Magic Arrow

Name: Remlaf The Dark
Race: Redguard
Age:28
Appearence: Dark blotchy skin, somwhat lightened from years of serving the Falmer
Talents: Sneak, one handed, illusion, Blocking and archery. Also is an expert with Dwarven armor because of his exposure to the runed lexicon's ancient knowledge.
Weapon: Targe of the Blooded, upgraded with dwarven metals. Dwarven Dagger of Draining

klinscy wrote: Pm me your character sheet please. At three people I'll post your character sheets. Character sheet is as follows...

klinscy wrote:Starting weapon: (dagger, light bow, small hatchet, or Flawed Staff of Magic Arrow)

Firstly, PM your character sheet to Klinscy. Secondly, I do believe starting weapon means a single weapon, not weapon and shield. on top of that, a selection was given; effectively preventing people from taking epically enhanced gear, such as the Targe of the Blooded straight away. I aplogise for both posting without any body relating to within the RP, and secondly for any misinterpretations of what Klinscy meant.

A mysterious man picks the lock on the three inhabited cages. He then woke the people up. "Quickly, we must escape! They will execute you tommorrow! He hands a dagger to Vilvan, a staff to Groluk, and a hatchet to Remlaf. They could tell by his accent he was Kajit. "You will find only one unarmed guard at the stairway. Go up and sneak away. I will distract the other guards," he says as he sneaks off.

( I made a couple spelling errors, sorry )

Remlaf is confused and does not know what to do. He waits for others to react before he acts.

Vilvan stood up, ragged clothing hanging near around his frame, a shackle on each wrist, but they were not connected. He accepts the dagger and turns it over in his hands, examining the black sheen the blade itself was giving off. Without hesitation, he leaves his cell and walking silently to the stairway. He pressed himself to the wall and waited, red eyes scanning the area in the dark. He heard footsteps going up the stairs, so he proceeded around the corner and followed the guard up. He clamped his hand over the guards mouth and put him in a choke hold, held him until he was unconscious, then dragged him down the staircase into a cell.
"You guys coming?" Vilvan asked, looking at the other two, before searching the guard and finding a coin pouch and a key ring. He left the cell and locked the guard in, before pocketing both items and heading back to the staircase, dagger ready to strike. He attempted conjuring a fireball in his left hand, but something had sealed his magic, probably the shackles.

The two remaing prisoners hear footstep and loudly talking people. Their armor clanked as they came closer. The shackles on the prisoners seemed to disapeer before their eyes, showing that they were just an enchantment.

Vilvan heard the sound of guards approaching, and saw his shackles disappear. Trying again, a different spell this time, Vilvan cloaked himself and made his way through the building, pressing himself to the wall as three guards went past. Once they were gone, he began looking for the room they were keeping the rest of his gear. Using the key ring, he checked a few doors, before finding one that a key opened. Turning the handle and entering, making himself visible as he did so, he found a few chests around the room, seeming to hold each prisoner's gear. Resisting the temptations, Vilvan only took his own gear, pulling off the rags and pulling on his dark leather armour. He sheathed the dagger across his back, before sneaking back out of the room and making his way towards freedom.

The mysterious Kajit is outside, magic blazing from his hands as he knocks back attackers. The soldiers push closer and closer, until he takes out two curved scimitars, and slashes at them. Just as he is about to be overwhelmed, the wall of the fort crumbles, as resistance fighters storm the fort, civilians flee in terror. The Kajit's allies fight back the soldiers, but the soldeirs were making their last stand in the dungeon fort. They could not rescue the prisoners.
A rebal commander walked up to the mysterious Kajit, who was wearing black armor, modeled after ancient dwemner styles.
The rebel is of the Crown race, and is wearing steel armor and a black helm. His right gauntlet had wolverine claws and he held a sheild in his left hand, with the rebel crest, an eagle breaking free of a net.
"Sir Korajân, we are going to win the battle, but we will lose many men."
The Kajit, whos name was Korajân contemplated this.
"Sound the retreat, the chosen will have to make it out on their own. If they truely are chosen, then they will survive. They must survive."

Remlaf looks at the hatchet that the Kajit gave him. Weak. It has no enchantment. Remlaf sees the chest where his gear was kept and takes his items. With the fighting that begins Remlaf struggles to put on his dwarven armor. Before he can get his shield, a fire spell explodes on the chest knocking him back from what is now a pile of rubble.

With his dagger and hatchet, Remlaf charges into the battle.

As he moved, Vilvan checked the contents of his pouches, satisfied most of his alchemy equipment was untouched. He round a corner, and flattened himself to the wall, silently drawing his dagger. Not even two meters away from him were four figures, clad in steel armour and talking amongst themselves.
"... prisoners escaped, we need to be on our guard," Vilvan overheard one of them saying as he checked his pouches, grabbed a piece of black cloth from one and tied it over his mouth; before grabbing a small vial with a green murky liquid in it. He removed the rubber stopper and fumes immediately began rising from the vial, so he wasted no time in rolling it around the corner, pressing the cloth closer to his face to get it as air tight as possible. The talking became mild coughing, which became spluttering and wheezing as the poison took effect. After hearing four clanking thumps, he poked his head out around the corner to see all of the guards had collapsed, and the fumes were beginning to clear. Once they were not visible, Vilvan cast a spell on himself to silence his movements before running through the passage, climbing towards freedom, finding a door ajar that had light coming through it. He forgot himself and burst out into the open, and was surrounded by guards almost immediately. Dagger in his right hand, he cast a spell to create a smoke screen around him before the guards knew what was happening. He made his way around to all of them, blade dancing to a song of death as the black blade created ribbons of red from each of the guards. He crouched down next to the final one he killed and used his robes to clean his blade, before sheathing it and moving to the exterior of the fort.

Remlaf charged into a room to find the guards already killed. It seems a dark elf is clearing a path for him. Remlaf gladly takes the easy rout and shadows the elf as he kills each group of guards. Eventually the elf exits the fort. Remlaf exits too without saying a word to the elf. Two guards meet them and Remlaf throws his hatchet into the guards skull letting the dunmer take care of the other one.

The one following Vilvan finally stepped out from the shadows. One who was always in them could tell when he was being shadowed himself. He got the drift of things as his 'companion' killed the first guard, with Vilvan sprinting towards the second one and leaping, unsheathing his blade in mid-air as his foot connected with the guards neck, knocking him backwards to the ground and leaving him gasping for breath, so Vilvan finished the job with a quick downward thrust. He cleaned and sheathed his blade, before turning to the axe-wielder.
"You could have come out earlier, you know. Who are you, and what do I gain by not killing you?" Vilvan asked coldly, noticing what armaments the possible threat carried.

I am Remlaf the dark. You get the benefit of help escaping from the castle and one less foe to deal with. I have no problem with dark elves, but who are you?

Use quotation marks when talking
"I'm Vilvan. One fewer foe doesn't really settle a deal with me, but I will let you live. If you ever do anything to cross me, I can't guarantee your safety," Vilvan replied. As he did so, more guards came out of some nearby barracks. Vilvan reached into a pouch and retrieved a vial similar to the one from earlier, but this one was lethal. He threw it towards the guards, and it shattered upon hitting the ground. They began coughing and wheezing, and dropping dead, one by one. "Don't go that way unless you have a great dislike for life, that poison will kill you very quickly. I would also advise covering your nose and mouth, the wind seems to have changed," Vilvan said to Remlaf, pulling the cloth back over his face to filter the gas from the air.

Remlaf is not prideful so he ignores this elves condescending tone, pulling a cloth torso garment over his face. He enters the cloud of poison to search the guards and while the cloth wrap does not filter all the poison, his redguard blood resists the poison's harmful effects.

After a few minutes searching all the guards, Remlaf asks Vilvan: "Do you know what this is about? Our imprisonment? I found no notes or clues to the cause of our predicament."

Enemy troops spot the two escaped prisoners and ready their pikes.