• Welcome to Skyrim Forums! Register now to participate using the 'Sign Up' button on the right. You may now register with your Facebook or Steam account!
  • Hey there, and welcome to our roleplaying section. Please take some time to read two of these useful resources below, if you're already a roleplaying expert, then there's no need to read the following beginner's guide, but be sure to read the rules.

    Free Form Role Playing Guide for Beginners
    JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.

    Lifts-Her-Tail

    Well-Known Member
    PLOT
    Dark Times have begun to linger over Skyrim, a new evil and daemonic force is taking action. People have had their very souls taken from them and their bodies have been replaced with a new dark soul, one of pure malice and true greed for power and a greed for death.
    These daemonic forces are beginning to swiftly spread across the rest of Tamriel; many innocent people have suffered cruel and heartless fates, from their own loved ones who no longer have control over their once kind and loving bodies.
    The Priests of Skyrim are trying their best to find a way to drive away these daemon souls, from those unlucky enough to have been possessed by a new dark type of pure insidious evil that has bestowed so many in such little time.
    Time is running out. Many others are beginning to become possessed by evil spirits of depraved darkness and satanistic actions. So the time has come for people to strike back against these soul snatchers and to discover to true malicious entity behind all of this and so the fight begins; the priests have rung their warning bells, the soldiers are ready for a merciless fight against evil, but is there more behind this than what first seems?
    Only time shall tell of what events are to come.
    Only time will tell if Skyrim and the rest of Tamriel will be rid of this unholy evil.
    Or will Tamriel fall to the might of this malevolent coming?
    As it's stated only time will tell.
    And so the fight begins for the mortals homeland and their saviour...
     

    Andrewthunder

    "what is the most valuable to steal" Pride
    As Andie, approaches The Whiterun Stables, That Early Morning. she senses something wrong around her, like a veil being torn she walk up the hill, towards the city gate, the guard Says "No access for outsiders", Andie Replies "I'm from the windhelm city Guard, i wanna hear what your Jarl, is gonna do, about this problem", the guard nodded & Let her through the gate, As she sees the crowd, Going towards Dragonsreach, She grabs hold of a citizen of whiterun & asks in a loud voice "what is Going on", And the Citizen Replies "The jarl is going to address, the Thing that is going on" she walks up there standing in the Crowd listening
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    I scaled the wall as dawn approached. My dark coat and armor hid me from sight against this dark wall. I had no appeal towards Nord structures, but damn were they built to keep people out. I reached the top of the wall, and stood, scanning over all of the buildings. My itch started back up again, the all to familiar need to kill. My contract was waiting, and so was my body. It has taken me a while to realize, but my lack of following Secunda and Masser's traditions has gotten to me over time. I hadn't ever touched moon sugar or skooma, but I have killed more people than I can keep track of. My body has taken kindly to it. Like an addiction.

    I followed the roof tops towards a small crowd at the bottom of what seemed like the Keep of this castle or fortress city. The sun had barely risen, and the men and woman of this town had all been lively and awake. Yet all silently awaiting something as they gathered around the large dead tree. I crawled on all fours, on the top of a roof nearby, and listened. I had learned not to show my face to Nords due to the current wave of racism towards my people as well as the Argonians. I honed into the sound of the crowd to try and understand exactly what the commotion was about. I picked up a stern female voice "What is going on?" the voice said firmly. Then a quieter and softer reply, "The Jarl is going to address this...thing that is going on." The reply was much more worried and concerned, than curious. Thing? What thing? I thought, confused and equally curious. I had no idea what was happening, or the 'thing' these voices spoke of. Since I had been in Skyrim, I had been sure to never socialize, or even get close to settlements. Unless a contract required it, in which case, I made sure my presence wasn't noticed. Though, throughout all of this, I had never heard about this 'thing'.
     

    Lifts-Her-Tail

    Well-Known Member
    Phoebe sat on one of the benches by the dead tree, her eyes were stern and she looked around at the gathering crowd, a look of confusion and apprehension on their now darkened, once joyful faces. Phoebe, looked down away from the other people, not liking to be looked at due to her shyness. She waited patiently for the Jarl to arrive, fiddling with her fingers to pass the time. Another tedious five minutes passed, Phoebe began to grow increasingly bored, her eyes rolling in frustration, the Jarl was meant to be here by now. Then she heard a massive clang like a massive bell had been rung with intense force. A double lined formation of guards made their way down towards the people, shortly followed by a man, dressed like an exact replica of the Jarl himself.

    The guards and the Jarl dressed man walked up to the dead tree, a look of seriousness draped on all their faces like someone had just died. Not that the guards looked any different from how they usually did. The man cleared his throat before speaking and the words that came from him shocked and puzzled everyone "The Jarl is dead. Or he isn't dead, but he isn't himself...". There was instantly an uproar of shouting of questions, like 'what are you on about' and 'whats going on'. Phoebe just sat quietly, looking at the man dressed as the Jarl, a look of anxiousness spread across his face. He definitely didn't look cut out for the crowd.

    The man cleared his throat again, as to give a signal for the civilians to cease their questions. " The Jarls body is no longer controlled by his own will. He has changed completely. He is not the once great man we knew. I do not know what is going on but I have heard other hearings of this new occurrence over the rest of Tamriel," he paused momentarily to clear his throat once again before he continued his speech. " I am sorry to inform you, but because of what had happened to the Jarl we had to destroy his body as to stop him. We tried everything but it was like he had been possessed. From this moment on I will take over role as Jarl. Now you may be all wandering on what has been happening well the priests suspect... possession of the soul. We have had reports that people have completely changed and had killed fellow family members for no reason what so ever. At this time we know no way to stop this except from destroying the body. Now return to your homes and any strange, peculiar behaviour from anyone report it to the guards immediately. Thank you," with that the Jarl and the guards returned to Dragonsreach.

    The people of Whiterun screamed and bellowed, each looking at one another to see if anyone had yet been possessed. Phoebe simply stood up and began to make her way from the, frantic swarm of people who were all in some deep crazed state. Phoebe walked till she was on her own in a dark alley way, she took out a dagger and began to play around with it. She began to remember when her father went mad and tried to kill her mother, and Phoebe was forced to kill her own flesh and blood. The man who had taught her everything she knew, died from her hands. This was exactly the same, except people were getting possessed and then killing their own. Her eyes began to swell up, a few tears rolling down her cheek. She had to do something. She knew how it was to have to kill someone of your own blood and it was like the worst thing in the world.
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    The words that came out of this man's mouth were solemn, and filled with fear. He was a poor speech giver, and his audience weren't taking the news he was stating well. They stirred under his words, and when he finished the group grew loud and in hysteria. I watched as a woman stood from a bench near the tree, and walked through the crowd. I followed her with my eyes, as she walked in between the building that I was perched on as well as another. I didn't move, I only listened. I could faintly here the tinkering of metal, a blade? Then the muttered sound of crying. Why are you crying? I thought looking around the group, thus ignoring the woman in the alley. I looked around to see a woman. She was, well, out of the ordinary. Then I realized something. My target, I smirked in pride. I hadn't even been looking for her, and she came to me. How...lucky, I thought.

    I quietly pulled out the contract, it had a description of whom exactly I was supposed to kill. I knew it was her, I just needed to be sure. 'I want you to find her, and slaughter her. Take her head off if you want. I have my reasons for wanting this, POOR, excuse for a guard dead. She must not know it's me, that's what you're for my feline friend. She has ebony hair, usually worn up, and a very noticeable scar on her face. She is tall for a woman, therefor, you cannot miss her. And you WILL NOT. Your pay will be heavy if you succeed.' The courier who had given me this note gave me no explanation of who it was from. Though, I didn't care. I didn't even care if I got paid. I saw the opportunity to feel the rush of killing again, and I was going to take it.

    There was no hiding it, this was her. I needed to get close, and this was my chance. I climbed off of the building, making sure that nobody could see me. I covered my head and face with my hood and cowl, then covered my body with my cloak. I then pushed my way through the crowd until I could see the woman. I started to draw my blade, when I noticed the some of the Nords in the crowd giving me looks. Damn barbarians and their piercing eyes, They would see me kill her, and I wasn't about to get skinned. So I sat on a bench, and pretended to rest. I will get you, I thought, keeping my eyes on the woman, awaiting an opportunity to kill.
     

    Andrewthunder

    "what is the most valuable to steal" Pride
    As the jarl rounded up his Speech, "Now return to your homes and any strange, peculiar behaviour from anyone report it to the guards immediately. Thank you" Andie turned Around, & heard someone crying, Walked right Past an Khajiit, As she Moved through the crowd, she thought to herself that Khajiit, is up to no good but she, walked over to the alley, ignoring him "*for Now he is innocent till proven otherwise*" saw a Bosmer, asked her with, a gentle kind tone "Are you alright, miss are there anything, i can help with." she then put on a smile gently touching her shoulder.
     

    Felidae

    The White Wanderer
    As the sharp, reverberating sound of a bell echoed through the streets of Whiterun, a lone, hooded Khajiit seated at the bar within the Bannered Mare Tavern suddenly pricked her ears, the metal hoops that adorned them glinting in the light of the central fireplace. The distant ringing was faint but definitely audible, and the Khajiit frowned in contemplation, taking a small sip of the liquor in front of her. The bell was only ever used in times of emergency or distress and most of the time signalled the arrival of the Jarl to address the citizens, so needless to say there was a brief, somewhat tense pause as everyone else began to notice it as well. Then a murmuring began, low at first but quickly escalating into a loud, excited, chattering crescendo until every single individual rose from their seat simultaneously, some leaving their drinks unfinished, and trooped out of the door in the direction of the Wind District. Even the barmaid, who rarely left her station, hesitated for a second before suddenly turning and muttering something unintelligible to her Redguard assistant, who tried to hide a frown of displeasure. She then grabbed a shawl and hurried outside after the rest of the throng, leaving the large wooden door half-open behind her.
    In the space of ten seconds the entire building had been almost completely vacated save for the Khajiit and the abandoned Redguard waitress, the latter standing awkwardly behind the counter polishing a tankard, her eyes fixed on the door her mistress had just left through. For a brief moment she glanced at the Khajiit with a look of confusion etched upon her face, as if visually seeking to garner an explanation. The Khajiit merely flicked an ear in response, downed the rest of her glass and swept out of the building after everyone else, leaving the Redguard alone and unanswered behind the bar.

    Geinhaal wasn't in a particularly good mood, as per usual, and as she followed the rest of the crowd through the streets towards the Gildergreen it darkened considerably due to the irritating crush of bodies. The noisy hubbub that had filled the tavern a few minutes before had died down to a low murmuring of disjointed voices, so thanks to her sensitive hearing the Khajiit could easily make out the sound of a loud, albeit nervous voice trying to find a vantage point above the constant chatter.
    What she could hear didn't help lighten her spirits."... I am sorry to inform you, but because of what had happened to the Jarl we had to destroy his body as to stop him. We tried everything but it was like he had been possessed. From this moment on I will take over role as Jarl."
    Geinhaal blinked in surprise and paused. The Jarl was dead? And at the hands of his own allies? She had been expecting something serious but not to this extent.
    Unable to push her way through the dense wall of bodies that jostled for a better view of the Jarl's new replacement, the Khajiit turned and nimbly scaled the wall of a nearby building to gain access to the roof. Once up, she quickly made her way to the side of the building that was closest to the speaker and sat herself down on the tiled edge, letting her leg dangle lazily over the brink as she observed what was going on below. A fellow dressed in a raiment nigh identical to that of the late Jarl's stood under the withered branches of the Gildergreen alongside a band of guardsmen, and it was he whom the crowd were staring at with such rapt attention. His face was drawn and quite pale, and both his hands were raised in a plea for calm. "We have had reports that people have completely changed and had killed fellow family members for no reason what so ever. At this time we know no way to stop this except from destroying the body. Now return to your homes and any strange, peculiar behaviour from anyone report it to the guards immediately. Thank you."
    His speech brought to a conclusion, the new Jarl turned away from the indignant crowd and began to retreat back up the stone staircase towards Dragonsreach, closely followed by his guards. As Geinhaal watched, the crowd slowly began to disperse, dealing with the news in various ways; some were voicing their displeasure in loud shouts and curses, some were sobbing, some appeared to have been completely stunned by the recent turn of events and walked back to their homes white-faced and trembling. Everyone was nervous.

    Geinhaal frowned again and stood up, tail swishing. It didn't look as though anyone else were prepared to do anything about this current calamity, seeing as how most of the town's population were now probably locking and bolting up their doorways in a paranoia-induced fear. Once again, it appeared evident that she was going to have to take matters into her own hands.
    Without missing a beat, Geinhaal leapt from the roof and landed nimbly on all fours near the Gildergreen, fingers splayed, before turning and heading in the direction of Dragonsreach.
     

    Lifts-Her-Tail

    Well-Known Member
    Phoebe wiped the tears from her face with her right sleeve of her black robe. She then heard a voice very close to her, the grip in the knife increasing. She felt a light tingle as a hand was placed on her shoulder. Her whole body was alert, she hated it when people touched her, especially someone who she didn't know. She swiveled round, her eyes blaring, she looked at the woman before, her who had been kind, but Phoebe wasn't in the mood for comfort. The blade moved around in her hand with intense speed, she was infuriated, by her memories, she wanted to kill the woman before, her, the rage inside of her building by the second.

    She then breathed out and closed her eyes counting to ten, realizing that the woman must thinking that Phoebe was some kind of psychotic maniac. Phoebe then opened her eyes slowly to see the woman still in front of her. "No no, i'm fine don't worry about me," Phoebe said very unconvincingly, the sound of sarcasm in her voice clear as a bell. Phoebe then decided she'd be social; something that she didn't do often indeed. "So what did you think of the new so called Jarl said?" Phoebe asked in a quiet nervous voice.
     

    Andrewthunder

    "what is the most valuable to steal" Pride
    Andie took her hand of, the elfs shoulder & said. "I dont know what to say really i came all the way from windhelm, to hear what this jarl would do about it, since Ulfric wont do anything, he only complains about why we dont search, the khajiit & elves pockets all day & i as second in command of the guard are tired of his complaints, about the khajiit & elves, my captain is getting more & more drunk by the day since this happened so i resigned." In a spiteful voice, everytime the racist motive cam up, She was tired of that towards Khajiit & Elves no matter kind & race, every race should work together, she was maybe the most loving & caring Nord of all towards other races, she didn't like bringing up her past in windhelm or what happened in her past but she did when she needed to use it, then she smiled & said "i dont know how you feel about this, my last name & the sword used to be respected until talos was outlawed &..." she began crying reminding how her parents died that wonderful day she was allowed to go to markarth on her own for the first the sun that morning reminded her she rode her horse in the same nice weather as it was that day & how it rained that night she fled skyrim & burst into a giant crying moment & continued "This is why i fled skyrim my family is no more but me i'm the last" .
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    AS I watched my target move through the cowd, I could smell something familiar, but unknown. I sniffed the air, turning my attention elswhere. I looked around, to see a khajiit like myself, perched on a building, confidently staring at the crowd. She then jumped from her seat to the ground with the grace of our race. I then decided to return to my kill. I looked around, to see a glimpse of her disapear into the alley I sat above moments before. I slowly krept my way towards the alley. I leaned on the corner, and peaked around it. I could see who I was after, as well as who I thought to be the sobbing girl. The talked for a while, then my target cried a bit more. I grinned, I can help your sadness, I thought. I walked around the corner, my face hidden, my blade drawn. I got close enough to kill, then her words caught my ears. "This is why I fled Skyrim, my family is no more...but me, I'm the last."
    Then I felt it. A pain that I haven't felt for a long, long time. The pain of killing all that I had grown to love. In order to escape their insanity. I felt the blood on my face again, the feeling of flesh beneath my nails and blade. I still didn't understand why I did it. I don't remember wanting to do it. I remember only fear, the wish to run away. The priests told me it was the will of Masser and Secunda. That my tribe was meant to meet it's end, and I was their tool.
     

    Majir-Dar

    Confused Khajiit
    Auguste looked up from the vampire he killed. The vampire's features used to be illuminated by a nearby fire, but after Auguste was done with the beast there was very little left to be seen. Auguste himself was covered in the beast's blood, his usual yellow-white skin was painted crimson. He stood up from the body after examining it, as he did so his blonde, shoulder length hair whisked in the wind.

    The vampire Auguste had killed turned feral and started killing civilians, giving away its position in the process. Auguste had tracked it to a cave just outside Whiterun's gates. The cave was merely one large rock cavern illuminated by primitive torches and its earlier inhabitants had all but left. Auguste couldn't help but wander why every cave he visited was home to some form of bandit, undead, or beast. Why couldn't there just be one that didn't have any inhabitants?

    At any rate, he left the cave, going through a wooden door and stepped outside into the horrible sunshine he used to love so much. He headed towards Whiterun, he needed to stock up on supplies before hunting again and Whiterun was by far one of the best places to do so. As he walked, he pulled out a mead bottle, the bottle didn't actually contain mead, but blood. Auguste would fill the bottle with the blood of his fallen enemies instead of drinking from the innocent. Auguste put the blood filled bottle to his lips and drank some of its contents. He felt the thick, metallic taste of the blood as it flowed into his mouth and he drank it down heartedly. As he walked, he passed a stream and cleaned himself off. He doubted the city would like a blood coated person entering their city.

    As Auguste approached Whiterun's gates he heard the sound of a bell. He hadn't been in Whiterun for a long time but he knew that something bad was about to happen. He cautiously walked to two gate guards. They were wearing the usual yellow Whiterun guard's armour, and each wore a steel sword at their side. The one on the left said, at Auguste, "What do you want half breed!?"

    Auguste promptly replied, "I want to enter the city."

    "And if I don't let you?"

    "Then I will see my good friend Kodlak and tell him of your misdeeds. I wander, do you feel like angering the whole of the Companions?"

    The guard looked at his companion, confused. He didn't know whether to let the Breton-Altmer Halfbreed into the city or keep him out and face the wrath of the Companions. Without saying anything, the guards opened the great wooden gates for Auguste and he walked into the city only to see it deserted. He wandered where everyone was, but that was soon answered for him. Auguste and his vampiric hearing easily made out sounds of angry civilians, and he could almost taste the fear the city held. This wasn't the city he had loved so much. Something bad had happened. Auguste walked past the standard Nord architecture until he came to the old Gildergreen tree. Auguste had always loved the tree and thought it remarkable that it had lived for so long.

    Auguste then heard, "The Jarls body is no longer controlled by his own will. He has changed completely. He is not the once great man we knew. I do not know what is going on but I have heard other hearings of this new occurrence over the rest of Tamriel," he paused momentarily to clear his throat once again before he continued his speech. " I am sorry to inform you, but because of what had happened to the Jarl we had to destroy his body as to stop him. We tried everything but it was like he had been possessed. From this moment on I will take over role as Jarl. Now you may be all wandering on what has been happening well the priests suspect... possession of the soul. We have had reports that people have completely changed and had killed fellow family members for no reason what so ever. At this time we know no way to stop this except from destroying the body. Now return to your homes and any strange, peculiar behaviour from anyone report it to the guards immediately. Thank you,"

    Auguste was shocked, he held the Jarl in his arms when the boy was born. The Jarl wasn't due to die just yet. The man still had a few more years to go! Auguste looked around him and saw very few people that weren't panicking from the news. Auguste didn't want to stand so he sat down on a wooden bench, wandering how he could stop this... darkness from killing more people.
     

    Andrewthunder

    "what is the most valuable to steal" Pride
    As the Khajiit was within kill range, Andie reacted drew her silver Sword & bashed him against the wall & said "I knew someone, was watching me who sent ya, & Better answer quick, I'm in a bad mood right now, so give me a reason not kill you" she said in a very tense tone, since she didnt want to kill a khajiit she holded a pause then said "I dont wanna kill you & i see torment in your past you've been through oblivion & back" she said in a lighter tone, as she let her hold go on him.
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    The woman put me on the wall as I stood from my crouch. I couldn't blame her, I did approach her ready to cut her throat. She put her blade to my throat, and my anger took hold. I grabbed her sharp blade, and pushed it at her, overpowering her, and putting her on the opposite wall. I may be small, but I was Cuthay-raht. I was born with greater strength than any Nord, though I didn't use it. I ripped her blade out of her hand, and put it to her throat. I wanted to answer her question, but I had no words to answer. I dropped her blade on the ground, and backed off, raising my hands in submission.

    I pulled my hood from my head, and my cowl from my snout. I popped my neck violently, as I reached for the letter I had received. I handed it to the woman, with a nod. Please know who sent me, I had not had any clue who sent the letter, but maybe she did. I started to think about how my thirst for killing was gone, why hadn't I continued pursuing her head?
     

    Andrewthunder

    "what is the most valuable to steal" Pride
    Andie took gently & scared, the letter From the khajiit She mumbled & got big eyes when she saw what the letter said "I have my reasons for wanting this, POOR, excuse for a guard dead." & looked at the khajiit "Could be half of windhelm for what i care, you're a Cathay-raht let me guess your tribe lives in the forrests i lived with them for a couple of years, & whatever this guy wants its something i know but what it is i dont know, i came home around 4 or 5 years ago, so i wont kill but you gotta help me solve this thing with the people dying, getting obsessed, promise on what honor you have left since i will spare you." she said in a friendly tone gave him the letter & walked out the alley, before she left it completely, Said "i will wait over by the shrine." walked over to the shrine of Talos, & kneeled & prayed.
     
    In Riverwood, there lives a devil. Not a literal devil, with horns and red flesh, but rather a Breton. But this Breton was not like others. He was quite possibly the most evil man alive. He would not hesitate to cause suffer to anyone, no matter who they were. His name was Juular. Not only is he possibly the most evil man alive, but he is also possibly the most mysterious man alive. Very few even see his face. He wears an ebony mask resembling a Dragon Priest mask, but the eye-holes completely expose his white, glowing eyes. No one knows where he's from, no one knows who he is. The only thing few know about Juular is that he is a Breton who beat Ulfric Stormcloak half to death as a child.

    Juular decided to head to Whiterun, to see if he could find any subject, willing or not, he could preform his experiments on. When he arrived near the gates, he saw a group of people talking. He overheard something about a new Jarl. He thought to himself, Let's see if this one will be good enough to deal with mass loss of his hold's population...
     

    Lifts-Her-Tail

    Well-Known Member
    Phoebe regretted asking him anything because she quickly began to think how long he was going to talk to as she didnt particularly like conversation with strangers, but when she mentioned that she the last, Phoebe's heart sank further, she felt more tears began to build up. "I know how it feels," she thought to herself, as she was also the last. Her mother comitted suicide after Phoebe's father went mad. Then a khajiit came out the blue and something happened between the two and Phoebe was very confused as what was going. She decided it was her chance to get away, and also get away in case there was going to be any bloodshed.


    Then the nord woman walked past Phoebe leaving the Khajiit still standing there. Phoebe, then had to make a decision; follow the Nord or run off. She thought for a long while, until decided to follow the Nord as to be perfectly honest she didnt really have anything better to do. Phoebe ran with great speed, not wanting to lose sight of the Nord, for some reason she had warmed to the Nord woman who she didnt even know the name of as they had experienced losing everyone.

    The Nord was kneeling at the Shrine at Talos and Phoebe very cautiously walked over to the Nord and put a hand on her shoulder and ask in a hushed force "whats going on?". She was waiting for an answer until she heard the piercing noise of a scream and the sound of shouting was coming from all around the guards was telling everyone to get out of the city. Phoebe was startled, she quickly looked around at the screaming, crying people. She grabbed hold of the Nord and whispered "should we go?". The guards, then started screaming for assistance, she listened to what they were saying and all she heard over the mass of sounds was "Dragonsreach is under attack".
     

    Andrewthunder

    "what is the most valuable to steal" Pride
    I said "Sounds Like a good idea" As she grabbed the elf & headed for the stables "Name's Andie by the way" She invited the elf up on her horse "i got friends in Riverwood if you wanna go with me" Even though she knew she couldn't force her she would just to save her.
     

    Lifts-Her-Tail

    Well-Known Member
    Phoebe looked up at Dragonsreach the sound of screaming was horrible and Phoebe wanted to do something. She wanted to help. She looked up at the Nord who was now on a horse "we need to help the people, we have to go to Dragonsreach something is terribly wrong I can feel it," Phoebe said her voice increasing in volume to be heard over the howls and screams of the people of Whiterun. Phoebe looked once more up at Dragonsreach and then back to the Nord. "You can stay here or come with me. Your choice," with that Phoebe sprinted towards Dragonsreach, the feeling of fear was building up inside her. What was going on? She didn't know, but she was going to find out.
     

    Tiaz Raydari

    Champion of Khorne
    Jaoan awoke from his slumber and the mead he had not finished laid waste on the floor. The cause of his early awakening was a sudden uproar in town, it sounded like a hoard of bandits on a drunken night around a pit fire. "Better check what's going on outside," Jaoan thought, while collecting his stuff and walking outside.

    Jaoan had arrived in Whiterun last night from a tiring chase, rumors from a Khajiit caravan lead him to Graywinter watch. The cave contained what he wanted to find but just not the state he wanted to find them in, two Nords that had want he wanted but he had gotten to them too late. Two trolls or from the the looks of it ripped them asunder and he had to deal with them, after a somewhat gruesome battle that nearly made him end up getting caved in. He searched the nords and found nothing, no clues, no books, no information and so he learned that they died with the knowledge he sought.

    "The jarl dead! huh, what stunt are you trying to pull?"
    "You can't do this to us!"
    Jaoan heard some villages shout out to a man dressed as a jarl. Jaoan saw a woman busy climbing the stairs to what the natives called Dragonsreach and then he looked around and noticed many people sobbing, some were angry and some were worried especially the blacksmith he had seen earlier as he walked into Whiterun.
    "I Guess if I want answers I should talk to her," Jaoan thought, while making his way through the distressed population of Whiterun to the stairs of Dragonreach.
    A scream was heard, the guards acted immediately. They quickly told people to make their way out of the city and one even walked towards Jaoan, "You there. Its not safe and I don't think I've seen you before, Why don't you move along out of the city with the rest of the lot. We can handle it from here."
    The guard asked, Jaoan looked up towards the guard, "What ever is up there, I think you might need help. You might know what to do but you sure could use more numbers." Jaoan said, hoping for the guard to see his point. "Very well, suit yourself. Don't come complaining to me you died or something. Go talk to the Jarl or something," The guard said while making his way towards the low district of town.

    The girl Jaoan had seen earlier suddenly sprinted past, and he followed.
     

    Majir-Dar

    Confused Khajiit
    Auguste stood at attention, his tattered black hood shadowing his alert green eyes. He heard countless guards order terrified civilians to abandon the city and leave their possessions behind. It wasn't surprising that many of the guards passed right by Auguste choosing to ignore his presence in general. He used this to his advantage, however, and managed to rush past the guards with little conflict. As he raced to the wooden Nordic castle known as Dragonsreach, Auguste noticed a few odd civilians race to Dragonsreach themselves. He wandered what they could possibly do to aide Whiterun in its time of need, but he couldn't dwell on it. Who knows, perhaps they will be of some use to Tamriel yet.
     

    Recent chat visitors

    Latest posts

Top