Brumon The Third
Battlemage from Cyrodiil
Restrictions:
not allowed to fast travel unless by cart
no use of exploits
may only use manual saves before sleeping (resting)
when character dies must load from a previous manual save
may only use auto-saves in the event of a game freeze
do not activate overpowered/unrealistic perks (like conditioning; heavy armor weighs nothing)
must sleep for at least 8 hours every day (allowed to make rare exceptions)
must restore at least 5% of your health every day (through food, meals or potions)
can´t buy armor/weapons ( you will need to create them by smithing or get them from chests/enemies)
can´t sell armor/weapon to earn profit
start the game with nothing but your prison clothes
no use of potions while in immediate combat
Argon´s Backstory
So...do you want to know how an Argonian got caught by a buch of Imperials and sent to Helgen to die, right? The only thing that you need to know is that I don´t like these Imperials.... why you ask? Well, I think I can tell you that, when I was a child, me and my fathers went to Imperial City on Cyrodil to get a new life, that one in the swamps of Black Marsh was a pice of pl*ps.
My dad spent all days trying to find a job, while my mom cleaned the local inn for some septims, we were sleeping on the streets at night, even if we had money to pay a room, my dad said that we should keep all the gold we could. After some weeks, my dad would come back with a sack of food for us every day, he never explained where he got it, but my mom and I didn´t care.... until that day...that idiot day, when I saw my dad been murderd by a Imperial Guard at the plaza.
I tried to attack him with my fists, but he pushed me to the ground and walked away, my mom came crying at my dad´s corpse....and when I was 18 years old, my mom died for a unknown reason, after that, I walked trought Cyrodil, trying to find what to do next to my life. For 12 years I worked as a mercenarie in Anvil, that job didn´t pay well, but at least I could smash some skulls on it.
And after a little accident with my sword and the Count, I needed to flee from the city in hurry. These guards followed me till the north of Bruma where I lost them. And when I thought I had find some peace, I heard some screams and bam! I was knocked out. When I opened my eyes, I was here on this cart with three persons...
not allowed to fast travel unless by cart
no use of exploits
may only use manual saves before sleeping (resting)
when character dies must load from a previous manual save
may only use auto-saves in the event of a game freeze
do not activate overpowered/unrealistic perks (like conditioning; heavy armor weighs nothing)
must sleep for at least 8 hours every day (allowed to make rare exceptions)
must restore at least 5% of your health every day (through food, meals or potions)
can´t buy armor/weapons ( you will need to create them by smithing or get them from chests/enemies)
can´t sell armor/weapon to earn profit
start the game with nothing but your prison clothes
no use of potions while in immediate combat
Argon´s Backstory
So...do you want to know how an Argonian got caught by a buch of Imperials and sent to Helgen to die, right? The only thing that you need to know is that I don´t like these Imperials.... why you ask? Well, I think I can tell you that, when I was a child, me and my fathers went to Imperial City on Cyrodil to get a new life, that one in the swamps of Black Marsh was a pice of pl*ps.
My dad spent all days trying to find a job, while my mom cleaned the local inn for some septims, we were sleeping on the streets at night, even if we had money to pay a room, my dad said that we should keep all the gold we could. After some weeks, my dad would come back with a sack of food for us every day, he never explained where he got it, but my mom and I didn´t care.... until that day...that idiot day, when I saw my dad been murderd by a Imperial Guard at the plaza.
I tried to attack him with my fists, but he pushed me to the ground and walked away, my mom came crying at my dad´s corpse....and when I was 18 years old, my mom died for a unknown reason, after that, I walked trought Cyrodil, trying to find what to do next to my life. For 12 years I worked as a mercenarie in Anvil, that job didn´t pay well, but at least I could smash some skulls on it.
And after a little accident with my sword and the Count, I needed to flee from the city in hurry. These guards followed me till the north of Bruma where I lost them. And when I thought I had find some peace, I heard some screams and bam! I was knocked out. When I opened my eyes, I was here on this cart with three persons...