Orien Terrik
"Arik tree'ac te kek."
The Story:
It happened so suddenly. In 4E 202, a year after the Civil Wars end, and Ulfric's death, the inhabitants of Morthal were taken by surprise. It began with a black cloud forming over the mountains to the South of Morthal. The Tamriel Ranger Corps outpost in the mountains was the first to go. They fought bravely, but were overrun. One of the Rangers was able to send a message on the foot of a hawk down to the village below, and the townspeople began an evacuation. A day passed, and loud noises were heard both under the ground, and coming from the mountain. Suddenly, the side of the mountain behind the city exploded outwards, demolishing much of the village, including the Jarl's bunkhouse. The last of the evacuees turned back to look in horror as, out of the swirling dust, a newly formed cave appeared, a hundred feet wide. The ground began to shake. Many thought it was an Earthquake, however, they realized it was something much, much worse. Out of the darkness of the cave, the Falmer came streaming out, however, they weren't scattered about, they were organized. These weren't your typical Falmer. The stood up straight, standing as tall, some even taller, than a human. There skin was pale yellow and black, a strange color compared to their normal skin tone. Worst of all... They had eyes. Something had twisted and transformed the Falmer. Marching in straight lines and columns, and carrying banners that had what looked like a wolf or Dragon's head drawn on, the Falmer army moved forward, heading in the direction of solitude. The Black Cloud in the sky began to spread in an odd way, extending only towards solitude, and no where else. In Solitude, General Tulius had assembled all the men he could muster, and they marched down onto the plains of Hjaalmarch to meet their foe. Many in the city stood and watched as the battle unfolded. The Falmer, who were acting unlike any Falmer encountered before, quickly surrounded the Legion soldiers, and cut off any chance of retreat. In the ensuing battle that last only an hour, all of the Legion soldiers were killed, including General Tulius. Solitude was sacked later in that same day. From Solitude, the black cloud began expanding even more, encompassing the Dominion Embassy, where the Thalmor were slaughtered. Expanding even farther, the Cloud engulfed both Dawnstar, and Castle Volkihar. The Vampires put up a brave fight, but many were lost in the fighting, and those that survived fled in boats, trying to make it south somehow. Dawnstar was razed to the ground, everyone in the city was lost, and it was completely burned. The Black cloud extended even farther, into both the Reach, and Eastmarch. By the time the remaining defenders realized that there were two distinctive armies of Falmer, one on opposite sides of Skyrim, and growing in Numbers by the hour, they became dismayed. Windhelm fell within just a few hours, as the ground in the city collapsed, and Falmer warriors streamed out into the city, opening the gates for forces that were outside. Only a few were lucky to escape from there. Markarth lasted a bit longer, as the Forsworn allied themselves with the rest of the people, and put up a hard fight, before coordinating a retreat into Hammerfell. Most of the citizens of Markarth, as well as the Forsworn, escaped the city. It was the first sign of hope many had witnessed. That would all change during the Evacuation of Whiterun. People of all races streamed out of the city, as the ominous black cloud approached. The two Falmer armies, one from the east, and one from the west, converged with a THIRD army that had descended from the mountains to the North of Whiterun. That wasn't the most disturbing part, as leading these three armies were Dragons, one per army. These weren't your average Dragon's, they were black in coloration, with twisted spines forming all over their body. It was as if they had been corrupted by some kind of dark Magic. Whiterun only stood for thirty minutes, before the city was set ablaze. Only half the population of Whiterun was able to escape to Cyrodiil. By this point, Falkreath had already evacuated, and the Rift was doing its part as well. However, the unthinkable happened. Something in the tectonic plates under the rift shifted, and the entire rift collapsed into one giant sinkhole. Many people were killed by this, and those that weren't were killed by the flooding that occurred after. The Unthinkable had happened... Skyrim had completely fallen. A year passed, and High Rock, Morrowind, and Hammerfell all fell to what seemed like an impossible amount of Falmer that continued to stream from underground. Cyrodiil had been cut off from the rest of the Empire. Black Marsh was the next to fall, as the Legion was still putting up a hard fight in Cyrodiil, however, eventually, the entire state was evacuated as best as possible, as the neighboring Bosmer had offered protection. The Dominion, who still had a treaty with the Empire, agreed with this, and arranged for supplies to be sent over, however, no one anticipated how fast the Falmer would move. When the supply ships arrived on the shore of Valenwood, thousands of refugees lined the Shores, as both Elswyer and most of Valenwood had succumbed to what seemed like an inexhaustible amount of Falmer. The captains of the ships, who felt for the refugees, allowed the Refugees to pile on board. The Black Cloud reached the waters edge, and stopped. Many on the boats cheered. Arriving in the Summerset Isles, the refugees, mainly the humans, began to be persecuted by the Thalmor. The Refugees, desperate, began to fight back. A Civil War erupted on the Summerset Isles as Humans and Argonians fought against High Elves, with Bosmer and Khajiit jumping in on both sides. This civil war would be settled with the Arrival of the Black Cloud over the Isles. The Thalmor had retreated to Skywatch, and the rebels began to pursue when the first Dragon showed up. Skywatch was eventually razed by multiple dragons, and the Thalmor High Government was eradicated. A new government was quickly set in place, a Republic, with one person from each Species chosen to represent their own race. Many mages of all species came together, and began creating wards and barriers, if only temporarily to slow down the Spread of the Darkness. While Black Cloud was eventually pushed back a ways, the wards weren't going to last forever. This new Republic, who hadn't even come up with a name for themselves yet, decided on a course of action. Conventional combat was not going to work, they couldn't launch an Invasion against such a well organized enemy... That also had Dragons. No, they would need to be more surgical. They needed to discover who was leading the Falmer, and element the threat. So on that premise, a call went out across the remains of the Summerset Isles, calling for the best of the best: Mercenaries, warriors, Soldiers, Mages, anyone who was strong enough to endure the road ahead. These men and women would form a small squadron, and infiltrate the mainland of Tamriel, and return to where this all began... a place now dubbed "The Black Mountains". They had but one task: To seek out, and eliminate whoever was controlling the Falmer. It is 4E 204, and the group, dubbing themselves "the Companions" in honor of the fallen defenders of Whiterun, prepare to leave on a boat to Mainland Tamriel.
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Ok, so this is my third attempt to get an RP up and running. I have had this stored in my Mental drives for a while, and hadn't gotten around to posting it. I took some inspiration from Dragon Age for this story, however, I hope it will be considered mostly original. The Premise is that your character, whatever race, species, or class he is, is a part of an elite team being assembled to basically sneak back to mainland Tamriel, figure out who is behind the Falmer attacks, and stop him, if at all even possible. Something Dark and Ominous is at the center of this story, and I have delved deep into Elder Scrolls Lore to come up with the main villain...
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Currently Recruiting: Looking for 6-8 Characters to start it off, with a small possibility of more to come.
Cast:
Orien Terrik as Jorunn Maric
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I will be posting up a template with the information about my Character below. I wouldn't mind if that template was followed, but honestly, I don't really care too much, its up to you.
Rules:
1: No Godmodding. Fairly obvious. No overpowered weapons, powers, spells, armor or characters. For example, having a sword that can slice through any armor or obstacle, or having a bow that ALWAYS finds its target.
2: This is a mature roleplay, which means there will be plenty of gore,sex/sexual situations, and coarse language. If you aren't mature enough to handle this, please, don't bother applying.
3: Be active, and post at least once a week. You are required to explain absences longer than a week, or your character will be terminated. No question about it.
4: Creative characters are a must! I will provide a template below. Anyone with questions please PM me. If your CC is found to be insufficient, you will not be accepted.
5: Spelling and Grammar. This is non negotiable. If you're lacking in one of these two, don't waste time with a character card. You will not be accepted.
6: You may have up to two {2} Characters. NPCs are also acceptable. Anyone with more than two characters may not be accepted/ asked to trim down on characters.
7: Absolutely NO scripting of other writers characters! If those involved are not in agreement, and you script their characters, prepare to be asked to leave.
These rules will be enforced throughout the role play. (From the Rule Book of TheShadedOne)
It happened so suddenly. In 4E 202, a year after the Civil Wars end, and Ulfric's death, the inhabitants of Morthal were taken by surprise. It began with a black cloud forming over the mountains to the South of Morthal. The Tamriel Ranger Corps outpost in the mountains was the first to go. They fought bravely, but were overrun. One of the Rangers was able to send a message on the foot of a hawk down to the village below, and the townspeople began an evacuation. A day passed, and loud noises were heard both under the ground, and coming from the mountain. Suddenly, the side of the mountain behind the city exploded outwards, demolishing much of the village, including the Jarl's bunkhouse. The last of the evacuees turned back to look in horror as, out of the swirling dust, a newly formed cave appeared, a hundred feet wide. The ground began to shake. Many thought it was an Earthquake, however, they realized it was something much, much worse. Out of the darkness of the cave, the Falmer came streaming out, however, they weren't scattered about, they were organized. These weren't your typical Falmer. The stood up straight, standing as tall, some even taller, than a human. There skin was pale yellow and black, a strange color compared to their normal skin tone. Worst of all... They had eyes. Something had twisted and transformed the Falmer. Marching in straight lines and columns, and carrying banners that had what looked like a wolf or Dragon's head drawn on, the Falmer army moved forward, heading in the direction of solitude. The Black Cloud in the sky began to spread in an odd way, extending only towards solitude, and no where else. In Solitude, General Tulius had assembled all the men he could muster, and they marched down onto the plains of Hjaalmarch to meet their foe. Many in the city stood and watched as the battle unfolded. The Falmer, who were acting unlike any Falmer encountered before, quickly surrounded the Legion soldiers, and cut off any chance of retreat. In the ensuing battle that last only an hour, all of the Legion soldiers were killed, including General Tulius. Solitude was sacked later in that same day. From Solitude, the black cloud began expanding even more, encompassing the Dominion Embassy, where the Thalmor were slaughtered. Expanding even farther, the Cloud engulfed both Dawnstar, and Castle Volkihar. The Vampires put up a brave fight, but many were lost in the fighting, and those that survived fled in boats, trying to make it south somehow. Dawnstar was razed to the ground, everyone in the city was lost, and it was completely burned. The Black cloud extended even farther, into both the Reach, and Eastmarch. By the time the remaining defenders realized that there were two distinctive armies of Falmer, one on opposite sides of Skyrim, and growing in Numbers by the hour, they became dismayed. Windhelm fell within just a few hours, as the ground in the city collapsed, and Falmer warriors streamed out into the city, opening the gates for forces that were outside. Only a few were lucky to escape from there. Markarth lasted a bit longer, as the Forsworn allied themselves with the rest of the people, and put up a hard fight, before coordinating a retreat into Hammerfell. Most of the citizens of Markarth, as well as the Forsworn, escaped the city. It was the first sign of hope many had witnessed. That would all change during the Evacuation of Whiterun. People of all races streamed out of the city, as the ominous black cloud approached. The two Falmer armies, one from the east, and one from the west, converged with a THIRD army that had descended from the mountains to the North of Whiterun. That wasn't the most disturbing part, as leading these three armies were Dragons, one per army. These weren't your average Dragon's, they were black in coloration, with twisted spines forming all over their body. It was as if they had been corrupted by some kind of dark Magic. Whiterun only stood for thirty minutes, before the city was set ablaze. Only half the population of Whiterun was able to escape to Cyrodiil. By this point, Falkreath had already evacuated, and the Rift was doing its part as well. However, the unthinkable happened. Something in the tectonic plates under the rift shifted, and the entire rift collapsed into one giant sinkhole. Many people were killed by this, and those that weren't were killed by the flooding that occurred after. The Unthinkable had happened... Skyrim had completely fallen. A year passed, and High Rock, Morrowind, and Hammerfell all fell to what seemed like an impossible amount of Falmer that continued to stream from underground. Cyrodiil had been cut off from the rest of the Empire. Black Marsh was the next to fall, as the Legion was still putting up a hard fight in Cyrodiil, however, eventually, the entire state was evacuated as best as possible, as the neighboring Bosmer had offered protection. The Dominion, who still had a treaty with the Empire, agreed with this, and arranged for supplies to be sent over, however, no one anticipated how fast the Falmer would move. When the supply ships arrived on the shore of Valenwood, thousands of refugees lined the Shores, as both Elswyer and most of Valenwood had succumbed to what seemed like an inexhaustible amount of Falmer. The captains of the ships, who felt for the refugees, allowed the Refugees to pile on board. The Black Cloud reached the waters edge, and stopped. Many on the boats cheered. Arriving in the Summerset Isles, the refugees, mainly the humans, began to be persecuted by the Thalmor. The Refugees, desperate, began to fight back. A Civil War erupted on the Summerset Isles as Humans and Argonians fought against High Elves, with Bosmer and Khajiit jumping in on both sides. This civil war would be settled with the Arrival of the Black Cloud over the Isles. The Thalmor had retreated to Skywatch, and the rebels began to pursue when the first Dragon showed up. Skywatch was eventually razed by multiple dragons, and the Thalmor High Government was eradicated. A new government was quickly set in place, a Republic, with one person from each Species chosen to represent their own race. Many mages of all species came together, and began creating wards and barriers, if only temporarily to slow down the Spread of the Darkness. While Black Cloud was eventually pushed back a ways, the wards weren't going to last forever. This new Republic, who hadn't even come up with a name for themselves yet, decided on a course of action. Conventional combat was not going to work, they couldn't launch an Invasion against such a well organized enemy... That also had Dragons. No, they would need to be more surgical. They needed to discover who was leading the Falmer, and element the threat. So on that premise, a call went out across the remains of the Summerset Isles, calling for the best of the best: Mercenaries, warriors, Soldiers, Mages, anyone who was strong enough to endure the road ahead. These men and women would form a small squadron, and infiltrate the mainland of Tamriel, and return to where this all began... a place now dubbed "The Black Mountains". They had but one task: To seek out, and eliminate whoever was controlling the Falmer. It is 4E 204, and the group, dubbing themselves "the Companions" in honor of the fallen defenders of Whiterun, prepare to leave on a boat to Mainland Tamriel.
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Ok, so this is my third attempt to get an RP up and running. I have had this stored in my Mental drives for a while, and hadn't gotten around to posting it. I took some inspiration from Dragon Age for this story, however, I hope it will be considered mostly original. The Premise is that your character, whatever race, species, or class he is, is a part of an elite team being assembled to basically sneak back to mainland Tamriel, figure out who is behind the Falmer attacks, and stop him, if at all even possible. Something Dark and Ominous is at the center of this story, and I have delved deep into Elder Scrolls Lore to come up with the main villain...
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Currently Recruiting: Looking for 6-8 Characters to start it off, with a small possibility of more to come.
Cast:
Orien Terrik as Jorunn Maric
--------------------------------------------------------------------
I will be posting up a template with the information about my Character below. I wouldn't mind if that template was followed, but honestly, I don't really care too much, its up to you.
Rules:
1: No Godmodding. Fairly obvious. No overpowered weapons, powers, spells, armor or characters. For example, having a sword that can slice through any armor or obstacle, or having a bow that ALWAYS finds its target.
2: This is a mature roleplay, which means there will be plenty of gore,sex/sexual situations, and coarse language. If you aren't mature enough to handle this, please, don't bother applying.
3: Be active, and post at least once a week. You are required to explain absences longer than a week, or your character will be terminated. No question about it.
4: Creative characters are a must! I will provide a template below. Anyone with questions please PM me. If your CC is found to be insufficient, you will not be accepted.
5: Spelling and Grammar. This is non negotiable. If you're lacking in one of these two, don't waste time with a character card. You will not be accepted.
6: You may have up to two {2} Characters. NPCs are also acceptable. Anyone with more than two characters may not be accepted/ asked to trim down on characters.
7: Absolutely NO scripting of other writers characters! If those involved are not in agreement, and you script their characters, prepare to be asked to leave.
These rules will be enforced throughout the role play. (From the Rule Book of TheShadedOne)