Open Hunters of Rorikstead

The title explains the theme of the thread. My character Jakr-Ker a Kahjit, see Nikola Teasla's post your character card page, for info. Is the leader of a group of hunters named The Hunters of Rorikstead. They are in quarrel with the East Empire Company in Solitude for taking their game, and have decided to unleash a series of sabotages to tje company.

RULES:
No Godlike Characters
And No Starting a Character and leaving the thread, cause then we get stuck.
For aditional new rules go to the OOC.

Hav FUN

You're the GM, are you going to start us off with this Roleplay or what?

You start the story, I want other minds in the game. I give the prolougue. Why don't you start with beeing a novice hunter trying to join the hailed hunters of Rorikstead

Com on Fadril, I'm looking toward to your post

Woods Near Rorikstead


Fadril, a Bosmer of about 5'4", moved quietly through the dense pine trees of the forest. He was out for his early morning hunt and in dire need of game, for his luck had been sour for the past few days. He barely had enough meat to last him through the next day back at his camp. As he continued to wander through the forest, he came to a clearing, full of high grass and flowers. The sun had just fully risen and Fadril had not eaten yet. The Wood Elf slumped down against a tree, setting his basic hunting bow and iron arrows down beside him. He rummaged through his pack until he pulled out a slice of bread and and old mead bottle, now filled with water.
Fadril gazed around at the amazing beauty of the land as he ate his breakfast and listened to the natural sounds of the forest. Oh what I would give to return to Valenwood, he thought to himself. As he was packing up to continue his search for game, something caught his hear. Wagon wheels. Off in the distance. Fadril was not against thievery to benefit himself, and robbing a lone goods peddler could make him a fair amount of septims.
Bow in hand, the Bosmer trotted in the direction of the noise. The trees grew thinner, he knew he was coming close to the road. If he was to execute a proper ambush on who ever was the owner of the wagon, he had to get ahead and wait to remain unseen. Sprinting along the edge of the road, he made his way towards a large large rock that bordered the road. Fadril was very nimble, and was able to shimmy, jump, and crawl his way up. Being a good 50 feet above the road, he would have a perfect view of whoever this travler was.

10 minutes pass as Fadril waits

The wagon was now in view and Fadril had an arrow knocked on his bow. It looked to be guarded by two armored men in the front. The merchant or owner of the wagon was riding on it and controlling the horses. Fadril took a deep breath. Three well placed arrows, three kills. And the goods of the merchant all to my picking. He thought to himself. He drew his arrow and lined up the shot, all attention focused on the first guards throat. He was about to release the arrow but a voice stopped him cold.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you lad. East Empire Company isn't yours to be meddled with. That's our job"

Jakr-Ker stood there with his hands on the bosmers shoulder.
He made a loud feline roar to signal his band and a few seconds later the guards dropped along with the merchant, each with a elven arrow in their hearts. He also drawed his woven now and walked towards the carrige to inspect the catch. His banf on two dunmers and a nord jumped out of the trees and headed there as well. A shipment of two crates of firebrand wine, a crate if snow fix pelts and five of raw venison as promised by the informant, yelled the nord. Ah nice said Jakr,
Hey lad join us, he yelled to the bosmer as he waved a piece of bread and a bowl of elswirian fondue to the demacrated little bosmer.

Sorry its not woven now, its elven bow dammed auto correction.

(So can we just post or do we have to provide a char. sheet? I checked and didn't see that we had to but I want to be sure.)

Diego The Hero just sat, hunched behind a tree, he listened closely, something was on its way near him. Diego saw a wagon, he wondered if the people on the wagon would be generous, and provide food. "What am I thinking, Nords are selfish!" He said to himself, even though he said that he still wanted to ask them if they would help. Diego stood up his tavern clothes were no protection in the wild, alas that's all he had. He drew his knife and started to wagon, it had stopped. "What in the name of Talos?" Diego ran over to the wagon.

Nice diego, and no, no sheet needed just jump in. Just specify race

Jakr looked arround as he waved the bread and fonde to the bosmer. And he suddenly spotted a figure in the cliff to the north, fluff, he yelled, he launched a look at the two summers in his band an said, twins, bring him alive. The twins nodded and set off towards the figure.

It's not summers its dunmers fluffing auto correct

"Diego saw two men coming, running actually. All Diego had was literally an iron knife, three gold pieces, and his tavern clothes. "Hello!" Diego yelled to the two Dunmers coming his way, he hid the knife. "I hope they like Imperials" Diego said with a shaky voice.

Since Jakr figured out the scared bosmer wasn't gonna approach him he casted a telekinesis spell and threw the food to his feet. He looked to the other side as the twins approached him with the tied up scared to death imperial. He could notice him asking questions totje twins, if he only knew they were mute hahaha. But Jakr was ready to answer, after all, he wad a dead man.

Diego was tied up now, and he was taken over to the main Dunmer. "Please, let me go, why are you doing this!? I don't want to die, please!" Diego pleaded, however the Dunmer didn't seem to notice him talking. The three reached the main Dunmer.
(OOC: Cliffhanger! Because I have to go right now, but we'll continue later. Sorry for the inconvenience, lost track of time.)

Bad sh**, see ya tomorrow, pls get back tommorow.
Oh anf my guy is kahjit not Dunmer.

The confused imperial yelled and struggled like a skeever with diaharrea. Jakr said, we are the hunters of rorikstead, the most elite hunters and vendors in tamriel, we assaulted the wagon of our rivals, the east empire company. Jakr started introducing everyone to the prisoner, that nord is the best bowman the world has ever seen, those twins are ex pennitus occulatus, they respond to three words, kill, capture and stop, to this the prisoner got even more scared. And me Jakr-Ker, known to have sold urine for the finest mead abd have people believe it. We are the hunters of Rorikstead.

Like many times before the wise Argonian Spellsword and monk Khenus was taking a walk around Rorikstead, but unlike every other time he's been here there seems to be trouble nearby. Quickly he hurried to cover as he noticed an imperial was tied up by a band of ruffians, and quickly thought over the odds if he were to be involved. With a deep breath he made his decision. "I may not like imperials, but I won't let him die here. By the nine, I will intervene. Even if he is not in danger."

With his mind made up he prepares his weapon, and leaps out of his hiding spot he wears leather armor with Alik'r style pants, and a red hood. With haste he runs towards the group with weapon slightly out of sheath and both hands readied with chain lightning. "Stop! If you plan on harming this man I will put an end to you. For I am a protector of the helpless."

So another mother fluffer stranger want to get fluffed up, Jakr said. Argonian follow the bosmers exmple he sits and gets food and freedom, but the imperial tried to draw his fluffing butter knife against us an look a him. Nord, ready the arrow, Jakr told the nord, he never misses a target Redguard. Hut when rhe nord pointed his arrow at the argonian he remembered the familiar face,Khenus he said, old friend, lay down you cimitar and join us, as Khenus stood there watching his friend from childhood dumbfounded weather to keep playing superheroe or sheathing his sword for old times sake.

Sorry argonian, a Redguard leaked there somewhere

"No! I remember you, and I refuse to obey you. I swore to protect those who could not protect themselves, and I will fight to the death to help these people! By The nine, I wil not step down!" He quickly switches to a new plan and draws his sword with his right hand, while he fires a ball of explosive electricity at the Nord's face. He then stabs a Dunmer with his sword, which sucks the soul right out of them.

If that soul suck thing seems overpowered then I apologize. I meant for it to be that he stabs the Dunmer in a vital organ, which kills him since he's an ncp, and the sword would then take his soul as part of an enchantment.

I'm just trying to make you join don't be so stubborn. I had to get crative, sorry for the fox thing, just give in!!!
And the twins are an essential part of the story, they are the contacts with the east empire company.