Lifts-Her-Tail
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~~~~~~~~~~~~ Only Death Awaits - Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~
Skyrim's people had prevailed through its darkest days. No more dragons were left to rule the sky's. No more armies ravaged through the land. Ulfric Stormcloak had claimed his rightful place as High King and Skyrim was once more at peace. Life had returned to a sense of normality. Skyrim's people no longer had to fear an impending doom. Inns were now filled with the sound of laughter. Love between partners once tarnished by war, now rekindled. The land could finally breathe.
Until they came...
~
The day was 14th of Hearthfire, Solitudes streets were bristling with people in celebration of The Burning of King Olaf. The sun beamed through the heavens, warmth filing the hearts of all those in attendance. Friends and family gathered to enjoy the festivity's together. Mead flowed through the streets and music filled the air. The atmosphere was one of unity and love between all people, divisions between races and social classes no longer impacting the views of one another.
The day felt as if pure bliss had rained over Skyrim and its people, although that was until the sun turned black...
The musicians stopped their delighted tunes, mead no longer filled the glasses of the parched and everything became still, as if time itself had ceased to exist, but then came the whispers. Quiet enough to ignore at first; although soon they began etching their way into the ears of any who dared listen. No one moved, no one spoke, everyone frozen, listening, waiting for whatever was to come.
The whispers were too quiet to fully comprehend, but words were not needed to affirm the fears of many; as screams began piercing through the air like blades through flesh and the beginning of the end had truly begun. Bodies started to fall unto the flag stones beneath them, blood now running through the streets as helpless cries eclipsed the air.
A young nordic boy, had sought refuge in a small rose bush, helplessly watching the display of death unfold in front of his eyes; with only light from a few dimly lit fires to aid his view. He scoured through the chaos with his honey coloured eyes in hope to see his mother managing to escape or find refuge like himself. However, all he could see was the devastation before him.
Soon, what had begun had finished. Now only the young boy and the perpetrators of this mass genocide still remained, although these murderers were no more alive than the cadavers beneath them. The boy stared in horror as their bodies slowly shifted back to their natural form, some no more than skeletons, whilst others beheld the definitive characteristics of vampires. One of the creatures walked towards one of the corpses and rendered the head from the body. This head had belonged to none other than the Jarl of Solitude, Elisif the Fair, who's eyes were now bulging from their sockets, her once lavish hair now matted with blood. The creature then affixed her head upon a pike, undeniably as a warning for any who came to see what had befallen Solitude.
The dead then turned their attention to the rose bush to which the boy had naively believed was his sanctuary. A draugr staggered towards him and dragged him from the branches by his trembling arms and brought him before his master, a dark figure dressed fully in black, his face shrouded by darkness.
The figure then spoke in the same eerie whisper that was heard just before the slaughter and relayed this warning for all of Tamriel to hear; "this is only.. the.. beginning, every man, woman and child of Nirn will perishhh... , there is no magic or sword that may hinder us, no armies great enough to destroy us. 10 years.. from this day.. we will return.. and lay waste to everything in our path.. but for now accept your fate.. and live every day as your last.. for when we return.. all that will come.. is.. death". With that, the figure & their army vanished and the sun broke through the clouds once more. The tragedy that had befallen Solitude was now illuminated for all to see, foreshadowing the inevitable fate that the rest of Tamriel was soon to face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current Day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1st of Hearthfire: Almost 10 years from the day and Skyrim was now no more than 3 small outposts. These settlements contained all the remaining inhabitants of Skyrim, as all of the other major holds of Skyrim (with the exception of Falkreath) had suffered the same fate as Solitude. People still feared what the 14th of Hearthfire would bring and no one had truly recovered from had occurred on that very same day 10 years ago.
The settlements were set up along the borders of Hammerfell and Cyrodiil. This was in the hope that if the same fate struck upon them again; they would be able to fall back into the safety of their neighbouring nations, despite the initial rejection the inhabitants of Skyrim had originally faced at the beginning of all of this. The Empire, the Aldmeri dominion and all other nations heard the warning and watched as Skyrim fell to ruin, none came to their aid in fear that the undead had disguised themselves amongst the survivors.
The outposts were all that remained, no one left their outpost in fear of what lurked beyond in the now desolate plains past Falkreath and the Rift.
The outposts that remained were all governed and ruled differently.
Outpost 1 is home to bandits, murderers and thieves, where there is more of a code rather than law and they are over seen by the remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves guild. They have taken up refuge in the hold of Riften, despite the constant reminder of what had befallen the inhabitants who once lived here and called this city home.
Outpost 2 is ruled is by the remaining members of the Companions where its inhabitants follow the laws of old and inhabit the hold of Falkreath.
The final outpost is ruled by the remaining members of the Mages Guild which is known little about except by the inhabitants who live there, keeping to their ways of magic and secrecy.
The day of reckoning is however quickly approaching and a young fair haired Bosmer from outpost 1 has asked for aid in exploring the vast lands of Skyrim that is now practically foreign to them all. Many have ignored her call, but a few brave souls have heeded her rally and are prepared to try and put an end to this scourge before its too late for them all...
Skyrim's people had prevailed through its darkest days. No more dragons were left to rule the sky's. No more armies ravaged through the land. Ulfric Stormcloak had claimed his rightful place as High King and Skyrim was once more at peace. Life had returned to a sense of normality. Skyrim's people no longer had to fear an impending doom. Inns were now filled with the sound of laughter. Love between partners once tarnished by war, now rekindled. The land could finally breathe.
Until they came...
~
The day was 14th of Hearthfire, Solitudes streets were bristling with people in celebration of The Burning of King Olaf. The sun beamed through the heavens, warmth filing the hearts of all those in attendance. Friends and family gathered to enjoy the festivity's together. Mead flowed through the streets and music filled the air. The atmosphere was one of unity and love between all people, divisions between races and social classes no longer impacting the views of one another.
The day felt as if pure bliss had rained over Skyrim and its people, although that was until the sun turned black...
The musicians stopped their delighted tunes, mead no longer filled the glasses of the parched and everything became still, as if time itself had ceased to exist, but then came the whispers. Quiet enough to ignore at first; although soon they began etching their way into the ears of any who dared listen. No one moved, no one spoke, everyone frozen, listening, waiting for whatever was to come.
The whispers were too quiet to fully comprehend, but words were not needed to affirm the fears of many; as screams began piercing through the air like blades through flesh and the beginning of the end had truly begun. Bodies started to fall unto the flag stones beneath them, blood now running through the streets as helpless cries eclipsed the air.
A young nordic boy, had sought refuge in a small rose bush, helplessly watching the display of death unfold in front of his eyes; with only light from a few dimly lit fires to aid his view. He scoured through the chaos with his honey coloured eyes in hope to see his mother managing to escape or find refuge like himself. However, all he could see was the devastation before him.
Soon, what had begun had finished. Now only the young boy and the perpetrators of this mass genocide still remained, although these murderers were no more alive than the cadavers beneath them. The boy stared in horror as their bodies slowly shifted back to their natural form, some no more than skeletons, whilst others beheld the definitive characteristics of vampires. One of the creatures walked towards one of the corpses and rendered the head from the body. This head had belonged to none other than the Jarl of Solitude, Elisif the Fair, who's eyes were now bulging from their sockets, her once lavish hair now matted with blood. The creature then affixed her head upon a pike, undeniably as a warning for any who came to see what had befallen Solitude.
The dead then turned their attention to the rose bush to which the boy had naively believed was his sanctuary. A draugr staggered towards him and dragged him from the branches by his trembling arms and brought him before his master, a dark figure dressed fully in black, his face shrouded by darkness.
The figure then spoke in the same eerie whisper that was heard just before the slaughter and relayed this warning for all of Tamriel to hear; "this is only.. the.. beginning, every man, woman and child of Nirn will perishhh... , there is no magic or sword that may hinder us, no armies great enough to destroy us. 10 years.. from this day.. we will return.. and lay waste to everything in our path.. but for now accept your fate.. and live every day as your last.. for when we return.. all that will come.. is.. death". With that, the figure & their army vanished and the sun broke through the clouds once more. The tragedy that had befallen Solitude was now illuminated for all to see, foreshadowing the inevitable fate that the rest of Tamriel was soon to face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current Day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1st of Hearthfire: Almost 10 years from the day and Skyrim was now no more than 3 small outposts. These settlements contained all the remaining inhabitants of Skyrim, as all of the other major holds of Skyrim (with the exception of Falkreath) had suffered the same fate as Solitude. People still feared what the 14th of Hearthfire would bring and no one had truly recovered from had occurred on that very same day 10 years ago.
The settlements were set up along the borders of Hammerfell and Cyrodiil. This was in the hope that if the same fate struck upon them again; they would be able to fall back into the safety of their neighbouring nations, despite the initial rejection the inhabitants of Skyrim had originally faced at the beginning of all of this. The Empire, the Aldmeri dominion and all other nations heard the warning and watched as Skyrim fell to ruin, none came to their aid in fear that the undead had disguised themselves amongst the survivors.
The outposts were all that remained, no one left their outpost in fear of what lurked beyond in the now desolate plains past Falkreath and the Rift.
The outposts that remained were all governed and ruled differently.
Outpost 1 is home to bandits, murderers and thieves, where there is more of a code rather than law and they are over seen by the remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves guild. They have taken up refuge in the hold of Riften, despite the constant reminder of what had befallen the inhabitants who once lived here and called this city home.
Outpost 2 is ruled is by the remaining members of the Companions where its inhabitants follow the laws of old and inhabit the hold of Falkreath.
The final outpost is ruled by the remaining members of the Mages Guild which is known little about except by the inhabitants who live there, keeping to their ways of magic and secrecy.
The day of reckoning is however quickly approaching and a young fair haired Bosmer from outpost 1 has asked for aid in exploring the vast lands of Skyrim that is now practically foreign to them all. Many have ignored her call, but a few brave souls have heeded her rally and are prepared to try and put an end to this scourge before its too late for them all...
~~~~~~~~~~~ Role-playing information - PLEASE READ ~~~~~~~~~~
Hello anyone who is still reading this, i'm so sorry for such a long intro, if you cant be bothered reading all of it i wont be offended, which is why the last little bit i tried cutting down so it didn't waffle on for too long (which it probably already has but o well).
So yes all normal RP rules apply, although as this is an 18+ thread, any and all violence, profanity and sexual content is allowed, just keep it respectful. If anyone needs further clarification please let me know.
If anyone is interested please post your character card and I'll review them as quickly as possible
Just state what outpost you'd like to be from and maybe give a bit of background to why you ended up there, you don't need to be from an outpost but just say if you're living out in the wild, why etc.
Also give a bit of background to where you were when all this was happening and how you managed to survive and yeah thats pretty much it
Also a side note THIS IS NOT A GOT/TWD THEMED RP
Cast List:
@Lifts-Her-Tail - Seraphina Mae
@Screeching Spasmodically - Mira Ironscorn
@Rell - Jamiel Acosta
@Morbidbread - Draj Kir
@Hale Loneshadow - Hale Loneshadow
@Snoball - Eldryk Raviro
Hello anyone who is still reading this, i'm so sorry for such a long intro, if you cant be bothered reading all of it i wont be offended, which is why the last little bit i tried cutting down so it didn't waffle on for too long (which it probably already has but o well).
So yes all normal RP rules apply, although as this is an 18+ thread, any and all violence, profanity and sexual content is allowed, just keep it respectful. If anyone needs further clarification please let me know.
If anyone is interested please post your character card and I'll review them as quickly as possible
Just state what outpost you'd like to be from and maybe give a bit of background to why you ended up there, you don't need to be from an outpost but just say if you're living out in the wild, why etc.
Also give a bit of background to where you were when all this was happening and how you managed to survive and yeah thats pretty much it
Also a side note THIS IS NOT A GOT/TWD THEMED RP
Cast List:
@Lifts-Her-Tail - Seraphina Mae
@Screeching Spasmodically - Mira Ironscorn
@Rell - Jamiel Acosta
@Morbidbread - Draj Kir
@Hale Loneshadow - Hale Loneshadow
@Snoball - Eldryk Raviro
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