OOC Sins of our Elders [[Accepting Applications]]

This rp is already one of the best I've had the pleasure to be a part of. Well-written, in-depth characters, and ingenious story telling; that's only the first posts!

Pff Kir you liar just messin hehe

Just as an aside, none of the new profiles have followed the application that was put forth in the original information post. Which leads me to believe you probably haven't read it. Since this RP is very character oriented, and depends a great deal on the details set out in the history, it's important that anyone interested in participating has read and is familiar with these guidelines.

In addition, since it is technically an application process, it's important for all profiles to follow the same general format, so they can be read and compared on a level playing field. You're free to add as much as you want about your character, and you're encouraged to, but a template was provided for a reason.

I hope there's no misunderstandings about this, and I look forward to welcoming a new player into our group.

Andante I have everything!

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Andante I have everything!

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I know, I was only talking about the "new" profiles that were recently submitted. I wasn't referring to yours, don't worry.

Dam I read it and thought I had everything...

Application
Name: Xantos Samuel L'Stra
Age:43
Sex: Male
Race: Bosmer
Position: Smuggler
Birthplace: Valenwood

Current Residence: Woods South east of Riften. But travelling between major and minor passes in the lower skyrim mountains bordering on the other provinces.

Alliances or Affiliations: None but helps those in need as best he can while still covering his expenses.

Occupation: Traveller / Bard / Smuggler

Appearance: 5' 10", Light build, Sandy Blond hair down to shoulders with a receding hairline and a small bald spot forming.A peppery goatee closely shaved. His skin sort of reddish tan but light in hue.

Personality: In his forties and feeling like he is just hitting his stride, he saw the hardships of Skyrim as a prelude to future troubles with the Dominion. As such he is dedicated to undermining the Aldermeri in anyway he can hopefully short of actual confrontation.

History: Samuel has been adventuring since his twenties and he doesn't really have a interesting story unlike most, his family life and village life were happy and he grew up loved and was taught the skills of his father. Who had been an adventurer and had met Sam's mother in one of his adventures they settled down in her village and lived a simple life. Samuel was told stories and sang songs of the things his father did and Samuel caught wanderlust as a kid and made sure he would be ready.

Roleplaying Sample:

Having just picked up a small satchel of food stuffs for Windhelm, Xantos remembers the crumpled letter for a call of adventure. Mumbling to himself "Huh wonder if the offer is still good. Be in town anyway."

Which was exactly how he had lived his life while adventuring.
Rumors only followed if there was something else along the way.
In the direction he was gonna travel anyway.
As much planned as random happenstance.
He truly enjoyed living this way.
No ties to one place, a friend in every town.
But nothing to keep him in one place.
Wandering was his way.

Looking in the satchel bound for Candlehearth hall were fresh eider cheese wheels, elf's ear, other packets of spices and eggs. "Eggs! Crud now I have to watch how I walk and not to get hit in the back. If I get a few horker loaves I can deliver them to Kynesgrove along the way and pad those eggs til then." plus he mused to himself "And haft to watch for Bars." he mockingly does his best nord accent. Chuckling at his own jest.

He continues to get supplies then leaves Riften. He takes up a brisk walk with a steady pace.
Covering ground as fast as his ears and eyes would let him, just common sense to be wary on the roads. There were indeed bears, wolves, skeevers, skeletons, and bandits in abundance across Skyrim. The survival aspect of it was just as enticing as the constant change of scenery. The ground quickly covered to Shor's Stone and through with only a small chase by slow spiders. Wolves over to the east of the road ahead but the wind in his favor he just picks his steps better but doesn't slow down. But does swing around his bow and clasp two arrows one along with the bow in his left hand and the one ready to nock in the right. He quickly glances down to assure himself he had remembered to put on his dagger and he continues listening closely to see if they would react to him.

Succeeding in getting past without notice, he relaxes but does not put away his bow instead he just swings it in hand along side him as his strides take him ever closer to his goal. The yellowing leaves giving way to pines and cedars. His decent along the valley that borders the hot springs area. Here you have to watch for larger spiders and bears. And just as the thought was entering his head the sound of a couple of bears hufffing at each other in most likely "a hey this is my yard" he thought. But still he slows listening to the right as he heads off toward it while keeping an eye through the trees at the pair of bears on his left.

He is getting good at as little disturbance of the nature in this northern forest as he was in his own. Only take a life in need of being taken. For food or defense only. Soon he is topping the snowy hill to Kynesgrove and its adjacent Streamscorch mine.

Entering the simple road side inn, the sound of a bad lute but a beautiful voice lilt out with the warm air gust. The scent of fresh salmon steaks and leeks filling the air. He continues in. "Hey Tessie, what you have on to boil?" "Your heart, if you don't tell me where you have been." "Hahaha you know, around. Never the same place for too long."Walks up and gives her a hearty hug. "Hey now I got hitched." "Dang my luck. Who's the lucky guy?" "Larrs" "Larrs is a lovable loaf, has he gotten any better at smithing?" "No but he has gotton better at bragging about it." "He does a fair trade though. Would'nt have em if he wasn't honest would you?" winking at her and grinning "You are honest enough, just not a stay kinda guy." "Too true, so I have horker loaf. Would you be interested.""Sure. How many?" "Four, one less than normal but do you think I can still get dinner and a room for it?" "Like I would let you rest your feet with no food. Of course anything for you Sam." "I'll make up for it next time through. Larrs at the forge?" "Yeah banging away, wish he'd treat me like that forge and stoke my fire more often." "Whoa, you should tell him. Not me." Winks again as they head toward the kitchen to off load his sale. "So are you staying long." "No just the night, do you have someplace cold I can put my pack? I have eggs for WindHelm." "What do a bunch of roosters need with eggs? You should sell those to me." Laughs back "You know a deal is a deal with me I promised to get them there."

A pleasant evening of exchanging stories, theirs of a simple life, and his just as simple, just in a different way. Shared food and drinks and he retires. When he gets up in the morning the sounds of the forge coming from the large bedroom off the kitchen he helps himself to a flaggon full of coffee and makes his way out and down the road to Windhelm. Passing a Khajiit caravan just setting up. "Hey Khajro, I have that family amulet you wanted." "This one is honored if ever you need someone to walk by your side and help you in your travels. Khajro will." "Thanks buddy but I walk alone most of the time. And you have a good thing here." "Yes, Khajro likes his brothers." "Well I have trading in town todo, take care." "You as well, friend."

Then the long walk up the narrow bridge, the guards patrolling with earnest. As he passes a couple are discussing the latest murder on the streets. Mostly rumor and hearsay. So he continues into the gates and up the stairs to enter the Candlehearth hall. Unusually quiet, and a touch melancholy.

Samuel shudders with a sense of cold. Shaking fresh flakes of snow from his cloak. Stepping up to the bar looking for Edla. But not seeing her heads to the kitchen. There she was talking in hushed tones with a Lovely lass. "Edla dear, I bring the groceries." He says with a smile. "Sam, you dog. Good for you having fetched it. Lets get those eggs in the kitchen." "By all means the longer they are in my pack the longer I have to worry about breaking one and getting my stuff sticky." Edla laughs but it seems a bit forced, like she has been stressed lately. "Whats up?" "There have been murders on the streets we are a city in dispair." "Anything I can do?" "You hardly let paint dry let alone stick around long enough to solve anything." "But if you or any of my friends in town got hurt I would want to help." "Ok I will have the guy organizing help, get with you. Your room is the first to the left. Have you met Melee?" And hands Sam a key and 20 septims. "Plus if you listen to him breakfast is on me tomorrow." "Eggs, and horker slices?" "With grilled leeks and potatoe hash."Then he turns toward Melee and takes her hand "No, I have not met such loveliness." Kisses Melees hand on the top and winks, releasing it."Watch this one he is a bit of a flirt." Edla returns out to the bar and Melee and Samuel start out of the kitchen as well. "So what brings you to Windhelm?"

Name: Dro-Do Zatharka

Race: Khajiit
Sex: Male

Age: 65 by human standards

Position: medic/healer

Class: Monk and used to be a Martial Artist (Master of Rawlith Kharj)

Personality: Wise, smart, calm, hints of a brasher personality

Like: people he finds worthy, Honesty, the Sunrise, The flow of water, contemplation

Dislikes: Disrespect, dishonor, unwillingness to change, misuse of power

Equiptment: Monk robes and footwraps. An assortment of potions and spells. When he fights he uses many different unarmed styles.

History: In Skyrim there are whispers of the great Khajiit martial artists. Beings who could break steel with their bare hands. Dro-Do Zatharka may be one of those legendary fighters, if he ever fought. Zatharka was born of a small village in Elswyr, but soon when his village was burned to the ground the young cat searched for the greatest warriors. That was many lifetimes ago, forged of the fires of revenge Zatharka found enlightenment or at least that is what he calls it. He mastered the many arts of war, but in the end he travels through many lands.

Birthplace: Small village in Eswyr

Current Residence: None, seen wandering Whiterun mostly

Alliances or Affiliations: None, though friends with many different people

Occupation: Wanderer (if that's a job)

Appearance: Average Khajiit height, gray fur. long mustache like whiskers. Ragged trousers, foot wrappes, and monk robes.

Roleplaying Sample: Zatharka had been wandering for many days. His steps making barely a sound as he climbed the steps of high Hrothgar. One wonders if the greybeards will mind an old monk, Zatharka thought. As he read the plaques along the path, he grew restless. Maybe another day, Zatharka lamented as he watched the sun set.

Znow, I thoroughly enjoyed reading that post - don't change a thing. You did an excellent job of portraying that scene. I'd like to say that I had a concept formed for 'the alley' that came close to that level of description...but damn...I'd be lying. You owned it.

Kir, you've had a valuable influence toward this RP. I agree, this is one of the better RP's I've been involved in too, but you dude...are talented...Remember how I was doubting the positioning of your character? I take it all back. You play the 'rumour' and 'back-story' cards unbelievably well.

Looking forward to page 2

Thanks Rizen when I finish my book I'll give you a free copy lol if it gets published as for the rp, yea it's going great. I still have some unexpected twists and turns to introduce with Kir to give people a sense of mystery when they read about him as well as make people excited to read my posts lol That's what I hope anyways.

Deal. Being a free copy, I'll even do a book review for it

*rubs hands together* Waiting for posties!!!

Alright, as of this afternoon I'm officially finished with all of my finals, and this semester entirely. I'll have more time to dedicate to the forums, and especially our RP, here, and I can only hope things finally get moving!

Andante said:

Alright, as of this afternoon I'm officially finished with all of my finals, and this semester entirely. I'll have more time to dedicate to the forums, and especially our RP, here, and I can only hope things finally get moving!

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Wooooooo!

Andante said:

Alright, as of this afternoon I'm officially finished with all of my finals, and this semester entirely. I'll have more time to dedicate to the forums, and especially our RP, here, and I can only hope things finally get moving!

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Im just overwhelmed with joy i can hardly hold it in

Awesome

Yaaay!

Now we wait with baited breath for Andante's post lol no rush, I never do and wouldn't wat to rush anyone else

Hey, you guys still need new players? And hey Kir, do you remember ole Hermy?