Open The Note

Hey, sorry it appears that with the holiday season I have found myself much busier than I had thought I would be. I'm still here though!

So... I got restless, and went ahead and posted the IC thread myself... if that's bad, or you want me to change it in any way, let me know... but until that happens.... here's a link to the IC thread.

http://skyrimforum.com/sf/threads/the-note-ic.91821/

Also, kudos to @Red for her help with ideas and perfect word choice.

Hahaha 20 feet from the Guardian stones. That made me laugh. What's the beautiful time thing from? I know it's at the end of some stoner cartoon like American dad or something. I'll post my intro but wait to arrive at the stones and meet you guys until drop top posts some context.

Yeah, it's from that Hispanic cop that shows up after American Dad, That 70's Show, etc.

Is DropTop still around? DX

I have my character ready, guess i'll post it anyway, just in case.

Name: Eira (no surname or anything due to lack of contact with civilization)
Race: Nord
Gender: Female
Age: Late teens
Eyes: Pale blue

Skills: Sneaking, Conjuration, Restoration, some alchemy, and most prominently----- the art of: “AAHH RUN AWAY” (In all seriousness, she is seriously good at evading danger)

Strengths: Imaginative, positive, kind, generous, faithful.

Weaknesses: Cowardly, too trusting, weak, naive, stubborn, clingy.

Weapons: An Iron dagger she only uses as a tool. But it’s there. Not that she would use it as a weapon.

Armor: Light leather and fur, sleeveless with part of her chest exposed. More of an outfit than armor. No helm. Unless a flower crown qualifies?
Description: A young nomadic woman with long, wild blonde hair that is often pulled back into a messy braid, of which she likes to adorn with wildflowers. She's a ray of sunshine, and it's hard to catch her in a bad mood. She is also a little child-like and sometimes easily entertained... Also outgoing, and hates being alone. Unfortunately her odd personality is not often appreciated so to most she is annoying-- making it difficult for her to find a companion.


There is a darkness behind her eyes, often it goes unnoticed by the majority (should she ever encounter anyone, often she travels alone) but to some it is sort of unnerving. There is more to her than meets the eye, and unfortunately it may reveal itself to be detrimental to herself and even those around her. There are things Eira struggles to understand and accept. One can only hope that this does not consume her. Restlessly, she searches for answers.

Her fair skin is freckled with sunspots from time spent outside. She is small for a nord, petite and delicate, unlike most hardy looking nordic women. And she certainly cannot swing blade a blade. Though she has her own strengths-- She is light on her (often bare)feet and her gift for stealth might have made her an excellent thief. Also gifted with conjuration magic, handy when in trouble. And some skill with restoration.

When she can, she enjoys being in the water. She has a love for nature in general and that includes all it’s creatures.


History: Her entire life she has lived in the wilds of skyrim, traveling throughout with her mother. She learned a great deal about surviving off the wildlife. While often ditsy and immature, she is resilient and untapped potential. A young woman that unintentionally refuses to grow up, she was perhaps sheltered from the world too much.

Crying she holds a dying butterfly in her hand as a child, her friend wiping her tears away as he whispers dark secrets into her ear. And slowly this friend’s hand draws light into the winged creature, and it sparks back to life before fluttering away. Filled with amazement, Eira looks up to her masked friend with a newfound fascination.

Nice entry. I hope drop top comes back so we can get this underway.

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Thanks, and me too. I was really hoping to be a part of this rp. DX

This rp looks really interesting and I hope I can join I've been looking to be in a skyrim rp for a long time now.

Ya know what? f***f it. I'm taking over this RP. Y'all are gucci, get your characters over to the Standing Stones. We'll raze this plops if we need to.









Also, no razing. It leaves a mess, and I don't want to clean it up.

Hahaha mutiny! Well ten feathers is the captain now. I'm working on a couple other posts but I'll try to get there.

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lol aight! I'll start working to get my post up then!

Just to clarify, I'm wondering if I've been accepted into this rp? Also, this might seem like a stupid question but I couldn't find a main thread. Are the posts going to be here? (If so I can start working on a post in the near future)

Okay never mind, I just found the link to the IC thread!

Yes, you've been accepted.

Well, I posted my introduction. I always kinda fail at introductions for some reason, so im sorry for that. xD
I guess i'll post my next one after everyone else makes theirs

Still taking CC's

In the off chance

Name: Raz'Gul Bloodfist

Race: Orsimer/Werewolf

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Class: Berserker

Religion: Malacath

Equipment/Magic/Tools: A full custom set of heavy armor. It looks like Orcish Ebony a dark green with intricate gold designs on it polished and always looking pristine. He carries a large two handed axe its obviously of Orcish smithing. Was made for and given to him by his mother although he has kept it and improved it slightly its base remains largely the same a worn. With something written along the upper part of the hilt in orcish. It translates to "May your strikes be sure and precise, to quench this blade with blood."

Appearance: He is a very large orc. Standing well over six feet tall and weighing in at about 230lbs and muscular. He has a light green skin but stands out with silver hair cut shaved on the sides and short into a small pony tail to fit into his helmet, Bright blue eyes an anomaly among orcs. Small tusks and horns that line his brow. A red hand print that has been tattooed unto his face as apposed to just warpaint.

Personality: For his rough demeanor he doesn't speak much choosing to observe his environment as apposed to interacting with it. He does have a short temper. which can be a downfall for him. Rarely turns down a chance to fight and prove himself and never when coin is involved.

History/Background: Born in the Skyrim stronghold of Dushnik-Yal near Markarth. He was the third son of the Chiefs forge wife. From a very young age he began mining and smithing with his mother he had a great knack for forging metal. He dreamed as a boy to be a great warrior and great orc leader. At the age of 17 he was a master smith and almost unrivaled with a two handed axe. Yet he began to realize that being the third son of a forge wife and sixth son of the Chief left him little options and he refused to be stuck behind a forge his whole life. So he left the stronghold with an axe his mother forged especially for him. He went to Markarth and became hired muscle for the Silvebloods. He did this for about 3 years. Realizing he was better than a common thug he began to hunt bounties around the reach. Perfecting his skill with his axe "Cleaver". These travels led him to the Orc stronghold of Mor Khazgor. He was stunned to meet a beautiful Orc woman about his age. His skill attracted her to him. Soon they wed in secret she was the daughter of the Chief and he refused to let his daughter marry a "homeless" Orc. When he found out about their marriage he was furious and had his son attack Raz'gul who defeated the Chiefs son. They were then aloud to leave but were banished from the stronghold. They lived happily in Markarth for about two years when Raz'gul decided to try and become a companion. He rose quickly through the ranks and was offered a place among the circle and received the gift of Hircine. Still new to the trials of being a werewolf he and his wife were out one night and he turned killing her. When he came to he was destroyed seeing what he did to his only love. His hands covered in blood he adopted the name Bloodfist and left the companions. Thats when he got a red hand tattooed on his face to never forget what he did. Spending years traveling Skyrims holds. Collecting bounties and smithing to survive. He learned to control the beast within and was able to stop turning all together still embracing the wolf inside. He now looks for more of a challenge and the death an orc deserves. But knows not where to find it.

Specialty: Two Handed Axes. Hes a ferocious warrior strong and agile for his size thanks to the werewolf blood that flows through his veins. He uses his weight and armors weight for large powerful swings although it is exhausting and makes his defensive abilities and movements slow and leads to an occasional injury.

Skills:
Master: Two Handed, Blacksmithing
Expert: Heavy Armor wearing, Blocking
Adept: Where his weaknesses lie he's so focused on the few things the rest fall to the wayside.

All right, maggots! Get your character's asses to the Standing Stones, pronto! I have an idea for how we're gonna get this thing started - one that may or may not derail the intended storyline for the RP - and I need all of your people there in order to make use of it! Chop, chop, maggots!





Did I do a good drill sergeant?

And yeah, like I said, it's still open. Welcome aboard, @Pufftuff!

Oh, but I seriously will be starting it this RP on... let's say Friday night. Whoever isn't already there will just have to catch up when their respective writers have time to write. I will leave things set up so that late arrivals can join in, though.