Gorzash
Battle-Jaded Orc
This roleplay is currently closed to new members.
If you would like to know more about the Tsaesci's history with the Empire as well as their physical descriptions, here is a link to an informative article on the wiki.
Rules: The general public RP rules stand. There will be no Dragonborn, no godding, no killing off other players without everyone's combined consent, and no controlling multiple characters (unless briefly controlling a canon character while conversing with them, etc.) Mild use of language will be tolerated, but nothing excessive. Have fun!
The Dovahkiin has vanquished Alduin, the World Eater. The dragons have progressively fled Skyrim over the past decade. The civil war has not yet been won, however, and bloodshed is a common and well-know concept. As if a three-decade-old war and a dragon invasion were not devastating enough to Skyrim, the province faces yet another ancient evil...
Three months ago, unknown ships were spotted approaching the coast of Solitude. They could never have expected it... So forgotten in history, so lost to time were the Tsaesci.
There was no warning - no defense prepared. The warships bore hundreds of ungodly visions of scales, blades, and fangs...
Elisif the Fair, Falk Firebeard, General Tullius, three guards, a carriage driver: the survivors of terror incarnate. Word of Solitude's consternating demise swept the province nearly overnight. Two weeks later, Elisif gave a speech from her new, perhaps temporary post in Whiterun. "We have fought amongst each other for thirty years, my fair subjects," said she in an old yet attention-commanding voice, "but now we yet again are affronted by a third power. Two weeks prior to my speech today, Solitude was overthrown by a Tsaesci invasion. I do acknowledge that scarcely anyone alive today holds much knowledge of these... beings," she spat the last word out, hinting an unnerving combination of a terrifying recollection and an unspeakably maddened state of mind. "They have intruded upon our continent before, in the First Era. The Empire was able to stop them, but on a whim. Again, in the Second Era, they struck, but discretely. A leader of theirs became a ruler of Tamriel after murdering the royal family. One last time in the Third Era, the Tsaesci claimed the lives of nearly half a Legion and an Tamrielic Emperor. And now, they have stricken out at Skyrim, for reasons still unknown and perhaps unknowable.
"We are still ravaged by civil war, and weak. Perchance this is why they have chosen to launch a foray on our land. But we will prove the beasts otherwise! I have already consulted with General Tullius as well as Ulfric Stormcloak; a temporary treaty seems to be underway. Until then, children of Skyrim, warriors, adventurers, hunters, and sorcerers, I plead for you to venture hither to Whiterun, where we will form bands of militiamen to combat the loathsome villains that scourge our land!"
If you would like to know more about the Tsaesci's history with the Empire as well as their physical descriptions, here is a link to an informative article on the wiki.
Rules: The general public RP rules stand. There will be no Dragonborn, no godding, no killing off other players without everyone's combined consent, and no controlling multiple characters (unless briefly controlling a canon character while conversing with them, etc.) Mild use of language will be tolerated, but nothing excessive. Have fun!
The Dovahkiin has vanquished Alduin, the World Eater. The dragons have progressively fled Skyrim over the past decade. The civil war has not yet been won, however, and bloodshed is a common and well-know concept. As if a three-decade-old war and a dragon invasion were not devastating enough to Skyrim, the province faces yet another ancient evil...
Three months ago, unknown ships were spotted approaching the coast of Solitude. They could never have expected it... So forgotten in history, so lost to time were the Tsaesci.
There was no warning - no defense prepared. The warships bore hundreds of ungodly visions of scales, blades, and fangs...
Elisif the Fair, Falk Firebeard, General Tullius, three guards, a carriage driver: the survivors of terror incarnate. Word of Solitude's consternating demise swept the province nearly overnight. Two weeks later, Elisif gave a speech from her new, perhaps temporary post in Whiterun. "We have fought amongst each other for thirty years, my fair subjects," said she in an old yet attention-commanding voice, "but now we yet again are affronted by a third power. Two weeks prior to my speech today, Solitude was overthrown by a Tsaesci invasion. I do acknowledge that scarcely anyone alive today holds much knowledge of these... beings," she spat the last word out, hinting an unnerving combination of a terrifying recollection and an unspeakably maddened state of mind. "They have intruded upon our continent before, in the First Era. The Empire was able to stop them, but on a whim. Again, in the Second Era, they struck, but discretely. A leader of theirs became a ruler of Tamriel after murdering the royal family. One last time in the Third Era, the Tsaesci claimed the lives of nearly half a Legion and an Tamrielic Emperor. And now, they have stricken out at Skyrim, for reasons still unknown and perhaps unknowable.
"We are still ravaged by civil war, and weak. Perchance this is why they have chosen to launch a foray on our land. But we will prove the beasts otherwise! I have already consulted with General Tullius as well as Ulfric Stormcloak; a temporary treaty seems to be underway. Until then, children of Skyrim, warriors, adventurers, hunters, and sorcerers, I plead for you to venture hither to Whiterun, where we will form bands of militiamen to combat the loathsome villains that scourge our land!"
