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    Does this form of RPing sound interesting?

    • yes

      Votes: 7 70.0%
    • no

      Votes: 1 10.0%
    • maybe it depends on the storytelling

      Votes: 2 20.0%

    • Total voters
      10
    • Poll closed .

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Hosts of Destruction
    RULES:

    1.The story begins with a storyteller and players. The storyteller is the person who entwines the plotline together into a story, and the players are left to figure out their history and personality. Choices are often given, in which players select a choice.


    2. Each player is a host to a fragment of a daedra lord. As a result, they gain a bit of their personality and power. People who are given specific characters must entwine your own personality along with that of your daedra (confliciting or schizophrenics are allowed). Your daedra is not told at the start, but there should be enough hints to guess your maker.

    3.As the story proceeds, several hosts may meet each other and their story joins,but before that, a player can communicate with another player only through out of character comments.

    4. This story happens after the Dragonborn defeats Alduin, but before the civil war ends. The Daedric conflict is also happening.

    5.Each player must keep track of his or her own level,gold and loot.

    6. Items,spells and other things can come from any part of Tamriel.

    7.No god playing,you can’t just kill a creature with a single hit. Also,Unlike most RPs,you can only control your character, and ONLY your character,you cant choose what NPCs do.
    8.During the story, your character may experience “blackouts”. These are the times your daedra self controls you. During this time, you have little or no options to choose from

    9. The story will begin in a day or so when I come back and check. If you wish to join,write your race and what you look like (do not include clothes, you all start with the same). When I come back, I will choose upon a first come first serve basis.I will cut-off if there are too many people or the number of people exceeded the number of aedric lords.

    10.I may start a conversation with people who join. If so, do not tell other players what is in the PM unless asked to. Often, these PMs tell the player that their character will betray other hosts or recommend the player to do something to continue with the story. This is to avoid situations where a huge group of hosts join forces.

    11.You can duel with other players should u meet them. Note that none of the duels are to the death. Luck and skill as well as your equipment help here.

    12. Your character CAN die. If so, it looses one item and goes to Sovngarde. After a short meeting you return to tamriel.

    13. During battle, Only fatigue replenishes. You are given a larger pool of magicka to compensate for this. Health,magicka and fatigue regenerate outside battle.

    14. If you quit the RP, Your character will still remain, but as a character controlled by the storyteller.

    15. Please be nice to other players, even if the character the person is playing is rather nasty.




    History:
    All was blackness before creation. Nothing. Around this nothingness were the gods in the empty plains; they had no names, but they knew they soon would. They had felt it, trembling, rising. The beginning of creation. It started with a seed; a seed formed of will itself, the gods had always wanted a world to rule over. The seed hatched, and the world began.

    (Please skip the multi-coloured part if you want to get along with it. continue at the next pure green paragraph)

    First came the Earth, rising in peaks, majestic with its sadness. Along with the land came Hircine. He was born to hunt the land, and the Daedric prince was named.

    Then came the sun and the moon. They came and went, rotating, everlasting. With them Azura was named, and she controlled the magic in between the realms of twilight.

    In all this confusion came madness, came Sheograth. He had no host, but knew he would find one, for insanity would always come.

    The gods were afraid of each other, and from their fear true reason to fear was born; Boethiah,god of deceit.

    And from deceit came worry, and with worry was the lust for power. And Clavius arrived, spreading false wishes.

    To record the beginning, Mora was named. Memory would flow through the passage of time, and she would hold the knowledge.

    Deduction and logic; the primal understanding of all life. Jyggalag was made to guide them and become whole.

    The result of Boethiah and Clavius’ work named Malacath. Anguish,betrayal and broken promises swirl like ash within him, bitter.

    The gods wanted something. They had their needs. And from it Mehrunes came, the twisted form of ambition, the need to conquer.

    Emotions of the god flowed around, Mephala was named, to fight the feeling of boredom, the Spinner. Then the obscure one came, her meaning not shown. Meridia.

    Domination came of conflict, and this was Molag Bal. The enslaver, the conquerer.

    With it came Namira. Purest of the ancient darkness, friend to those who dwell repulsive in the dark.

    Nocturnal, the shadow, the own who hides the cunning. She was named, to thrive away from the light.

    With the world, pestilence was attatched . Peryite rose; little known but watching.

    Though life was not yet born, temptation and humiliation was. Sanguine came, preparing to drag mortals into sin.

    Vermina. She was named to prevent a happy life, for she was the god of torment, and nightmares were her instruments.


    These gods, they were called as such when Tamriel was born. They created the Daedra and the first forms of life. All this was recorded.
    But before the daedric princes waged war on each other, they did one final thing: They took a fragment of themselves, and placed it in a shell of energy, to grow and become. That was their strongest weapon, living beings with great power. Each daedric prince took their portion of the shell and hid it, away from prying eyes, til the day the war was ready. Centuries passed, but the biggest war of all had not begun.
    Until today.

    (post your race, and looks if you wish to join this form of RP by tomorrow. I hope ya'll enjoy this (if my thread doesnt get deleted lol) Also, the daedra you are assigned is totally random)
    Real sorry if i'm posting this the wrong way :p

    *Stickied*
     

    Shear

    Member
    ((Sorry for copy/paste, too tired to format. will be back tomorrow))

    Name: Jo'Zaree
    Race: Khajiit
    Gender: Female
    Looks:
    > Well groomed, Light grey fur, accented by deep black stripes,
    > Medium-Heavy build, Semi-Athletic
    > Jet-black hair, braided with rings on each end
    > Ears adorned with multiple rings
    > Two long scars run down her right cheek
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    Beran

    Official Writing Team
    (Hey Geel-Kajin, interesting concept, which should be fun!)

    Name: Beran
    Race: Nord
    Gender: Male
    Looks:
    • Short, jet black hair.
    • Medium length full face beard.
    • Permanently serious face, with suspicious eyebrows and light blue eyes.
    • Scar running from right side of mouth to back of jaw.
    • Thin and athletic looking
    (Anything else needed?)
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Thank you. I shall wait a little while longer. Your daedric hosts are chosen already (you have to figure out which one you are though) Give a little more time and see who else joines
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Alright,since yall started first, I shall let your characters have a head start. Enjoy :)

    All players in game: You sense the energy around you, crackling and rumbling, your first step to consciousness. Your vision is blurry, and sound muffled. With a last Spark, it is as if the wall of energy around you crumbles, and melts into the lukewarm liquid you now feel.

    Jo'Zaree: You arrive in a lush forest. You know it is a forest, but have no idea how you know so. The liquid around you smells strong, but of what smell you know not. Rising from the ground, you feel the blood within you boil,alive and fresh, as if you were born to raze the ground to ashes, and from there burn it again. You see the edge of the forest to your left,and beyond it farmland. Directly in front, there is a encampment, consisting of weather-worn skin tents, a guttering wreck of a fire in the middle of them. You are confused, with no idea how you got here. What/where will you do/go?
    Beran:: The frenzy subsides and you gain a certain clarity of thought. Your limbs are slippery with the strange liquid that coats them. You feel hysterical, so many thoughts flow through your mind that you could laugh. For example, why did those flowers at your feet frown at you? Why do trees resemble Honey nut treats? Who stole your sweet roll? There is a field of flowers all around you, with trees, pretty trees, sticking out of the fields. You spot a cluster of rocks to your right, and a stream, a filthy mucky stream, contrasting with the butter coloured flowers which grew beside them…..what was butter anyway? where/What will you go/do? (if any of you can guess your daedric lord by now, you really know your history XD ) (if anyone else likes this style, feel free to join in)
     
    Sorry im late...
    Name: Lambada
    Race: Redguard
    Gender: Male
    Looks: Short black hair, Blue eyes, Scar going from his forehead to his chin on his left hand side.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Haha okay. Here we go then.
    (read all player message,then continue.)
    Lambada:The world is sick and dying, are your first thoughts as the liquid drips off your eyelids. IN a huge circle around you, the plants look withered, and the decaying smell fills your nostrils. You find the smell pleasant, appealing, as if it were a long lost friend. The corpse was bloated, and its cause of death was uncertain. Out of this circle of rot and rank, was a tower, aged and falling into disrepair. All this seems so reassuring, like you would thrive within the disease of the body and the ancient building. You take deep breaths, once, twice. Then you are ready.where/What will you do/go?
     

    Rextoret

    top kek
    Name: Alket
    Race: Dark Elf
    Gender: Male
    Looks: Long black hair, Dark Red Eyes, Black war paint surrounding eyes, stubble, Medium build, and a large scar on his upper lip.

    Can't wait to get started, this seems like a lot of fun.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Itl be ready soon :)
    Read the message to all players then continue
    Rextoret:Your sheer will kicks your senses into action. Your legs jerk, and your armsstretch. You let your limbs reach out, claiming as much land as you can. Thick ash covers the floor, like the landscape of Red Mountain. You have never heard of such a location before, but you somehow know there was such a place.
    A pile of skeletons litter the ash, yellow and old. .Looking around, you see nothing but ruins of a once great civilization. There are a couple of skeletons which stand out the most. Literally.They died waiting,dead of starvation and thirst You realize. Their jaws hang open, and they lean upon their spears and axes for support. They wear the remains of Imperial armour,something you know deep within the caverns of your mind.Besides the skeletons, a broken cluster of tents are nearby, and in the opposite direction lies the body of a silt strider.What/where will you do/go?
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Note: If you have already gotten your character's starter story chosen, you may start posting. there is no need to wait for the other hosts to be created. :p
     

    Rextoret

    top kek
    Alket stumbles up onto his feet, trudging off to check the soot covered tents.

    (Hope that this is correct format.)
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Alket:The tents are mangled, but one still stand upright. You hold the leather flap and pull hard. You feel the hide give way, but what you see chills your bone.
    A husk of a corpse is suspended in the air by a noose, the other end of the rope tied to the tent top. The body is feminine, and her hollow eye sockets see darkness. Her face is withered and mummified by the harsh winds. She appears to have been wealthy in life, the clothes of the nobles donned upon her shriveled body.
    Behind the swaying corpse, you see a note, yellow and dry, stuck to a broken mirror. But it is the reflection on the mirror which scares you. No, not the corpse, but of yourself. For a brief moment, you see a creature of pure cruelty looking back at you, its lips tainted with blood,sneering. Then you blink, and you see your own horrified face instead. It must be the trick of the light...
    Besides the note, a small chest can be seen, half buried in dust. What will you do?
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Lambada: The tower is nothing but a wisp of it's former glory. Thick weeds choke it, and the plants themselves seem starved of care.
    As you enter the tower; your mind blacks out; and you see a scene of the past. You view the tower, bustling with maids and servants, preparing food fit for a king. the building truly was grand, and it stuck out like a beacon in a dark night. Then, a courier ran in, carrying a note. But it is not the note which catches your attention, it is his face. Thick boils cover it, filled with pus. You hear him utter " The apocalypse... coming, have to warn...."
    And then, you are sucked back to the present. You climb up the deserted stairs, where the servants used to work. A single door is at the top. Care to go in?
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Alket: there are no signs of a trap, but the lady's eyes appear to be watching you... truly unnerving. Her gruesome sockets seem to have life of their own....
     

    Rextoret

    top kek
    Alket moves behind the chest crouching, as to keep his eyes on the gruesome rotting body. He slowly attempts to open the chest.
     

    Geel-Kajin

    Well-Known Member
    Alket: Her eyes following you seemed to be a great deal. That is, until her whole head turned 180 degrees. Her jaws opened, her voice shrill "my lord... is it you? why, why can't i see? thank goodness you found me, i was about to end my life... praise be to the Boethiah..." She reaches up, her bony hands untying her own noose. However, at the name of Boethiah, it is as if your body acted of its own accord; you roar and jerk up, anger filling your very soul. And then you hear a resonating voice come from your mine " boethiah.... how dare my rival appear before my creation!" Your very soul agrees fully, and you brim full of hatred.
    "my lord....what have i done to make you so angry?" the monstrous life form asked, but before she could continue you have struck her. (her health: 100/100 to 90/100)she shrieks, and charges at you. What will you do?

    Lambada: the door opens with a twist of your fingers. You see a room, covered with vines. At one end, a throne is placed, the ashes of a skeleton all which remain. But then you hear a voice, trickling through the walls of the place itself.

    The plagues descend,
    Without their mercy.
    They swallow the fields,
    They kill with fury.
    Within it all,
    A lone man stands.
    He is unharmed,
    He finds life bland.
    And as soon as it comes, it is gone. Besides the throne, a couple of books lay upon the shelves. A cage,covered with cloth, is at one end of the room. what will you do?
     

    Rextoret

    top kek
    Alket jumps onto the chest and the sprints toward the charging abomination. He grabs the abomination's head at full sprint and brutally knees it's face with all his might.
     

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