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| Akaviri War; A Roleplay of the First Era | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 26 2008, 07:36 PM (2,313 Views) | |
| Quirk | Nov 26 2008, 07:36 PM Post #1 |
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In the First Era of Tamriel, about 1E 2703, as Tamriel struggles under the forces of pirates and the dreaded Thrassian Plague, a new force came to Tamriel to yet again disturb what little peace this land had. The Tsaeci of Akaviri invaded Tamriel, declaring war on all of the people in it. These attacks changed history, causing creatures we had never known to lie on the shores of Tamriel, and even would eventually lead to the acceptance of yet another race into the folds of Tamriel. Ultimately, in the invasion of Akavir, Tamriel as we know it would be established for the first time, from the creation of an empire which would span all of Tamriel, to the traditions of dragons, and even the symbols of nobility which would emerge from the invasion. But now I ramble onwards, when you all wish to hear my story. Very well....here is the story of the War against the Akaviri in Cyrodiil, and the conflict that occurred during those times. OOC: Yay! First RP here, so we'll make it simple. For those unfamilar, a character sheet is necessary for entering an RP. I'll make a sample one here.  Name: Jerald the Bronze-Head Race: Nord Gender: Male Description: Jerad is a commander of the Cyrodiilic legions, the standing army of the province of Cyrodiil. The legion is not a very powerful force at the time, because of a lack of unity among the counties. However, that is meant to change. Jerad is a determined personality, devoted to the Legion mostly because his meticulous, step-by-step approach to life. He always completes one task before moving to another. He also cares normally about one thing: getting the job done. Armor: Traditional legionnaire army by design, but made of cheap iron due to the lack of use for the army except as the occassional repulser of invaders. Weapon: Steel longsword, one of the only few in the legion in the eastern area of Cyrodiil. Appearance: Green eyes, and slightly tanned skin. Strong from his training as a legionnaire, but is rendered greatly unattractive by his serious expression. Alright, now's the time for Lord Veneficus, and then anyone else who wants to get in. We wait a bit, then the fun begins. 
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| redsrock | Nov 26 2008, 07:38 PM Post #2 |
Jefe el Heffalump
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OOC: I can't promise I'll be uber-active. Are there any temporary roles you need taken? I don't know, just an idea... |
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| Quirk | Nov 26 2008, 07:40 PM Post #3 |
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Hm...give me a bit, I'm sure myself and Lord Veneficus could figure out something. We won't abandon you, Reds. You owe me 10,000 KP for that, by the way. 
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| redsrock | Nov 26 2008, 07:42 PM Post #4 |
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OOC: No, 10,000 is way too much. I'll part with 100, but that's all. Sorry, but times are tough. |
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| Lord Veneficus | Nov 26 2008, 10:36 PM Post #5 |
Trust me, I'm a doctor.
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Name: Acheron Icevein Nickname: Acheron the Only Race: Nord Age: 34 Gender: Male Birthsign: The Atronach Skills: Blades (Light weight and sometimes short blades are of his favoring; katanas are his specialty), Woodwork, Smithing, Survival Class: Mercenary General appearance: Acheron is a tall Nord, standing at 6'5" tall and weighing around 190-200 pounds. He is lean and muscular, though not too much that he would intimidate anyone. Hair: A ponytail that reaches to his shoulder blades and is a golden blonde color. It is clean and kept fresh at all times and is hardly ever seen without it being in a ponytail. Eye Colour: Bright Emerald Green Height: 6'5" Tattoos/Scars: His right eye is rendered useless due to a nasty, crooked scar running through it. Armor/Clothing: He wears a long black trench coat that barely touches the ground, which covers a sleeveless suit of tight black leather armor. Primary weapon: A silver katana made by himself. It has a blood red hilt and jet black scabbard. He holds it in his left hand and is strapped to his back. Secondary Weapon: Another silver weapon made by himself, a shortsword with the same color scheme as his katana. It is hidden within his trench coat and hangs on his right hip. Inventory: A map of Tamriel spattered with blood, and his forging hammer and tongs; along with some schematics of his swords. |
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| cathym | Nov 27 2008, 01:59 AM Post #6 |
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Well, you didn't say to PM a character sheet for approval so I hope it's OK to just go ahead and post it here. I'm also not sure if you are having magic/alchemy, so I've gone ahead and assumed so. But let me know if I need to change anything. Whenever you're ready, my character will present herself at the Legion headquarters or wherever you are, seeking employment... Name: Melisande Astelle Race: Breton Age: 23 Gender: Female Birthsign: The Apprentice Description: 5'10'', slender - neither heavily muscled nor especially frail either, tanned from much time spent outdoors, long auburn hair worn in a ponytail, hazel eyes. Background: Raised in a small town, Melisande's mother taught her alchemy and healing skills, while her father taught her to hunt with a bow and defend herself with a short blade. With little work available, Melisande is looking for employment and has heard that the Legion might be willing to employ skilled healers. Armor/Clothing: Simple clothing -- dark green pants and shirt, sturdy leather boots, soft leather jerkin. Weapons: A longbow and quiver made for her by her father, an iron dagger. Inventory: A pack including various personal items, a small amount of money, spare clothing, an alchemy set, pouches of ingredients, a quill and a journal in which she keeps notes and drawings of plants, ingredients, recipes, experiments and so forth. |
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| Christo_2992 | Nov 27 2008, 01:12 PM Post #7 |
*happy dance* YAYAY
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Name: Natus Infelix. Nickname: Natus or sir. Race: Imperial Age: 36 Gender: Male Birthsign: The Warrior. Skills: Blade, heavy armour, armorer, gambling and drinking. Class: Legionnaire. General appearance: Natus is a heavily build Imperial with rather muscular arms. He has brown eyes and short brown hair making him look like an average legionnaire. Hair: Short brown into military haircut. Eye Colour: Brown. Height: Average. Tattoos/Scars: Many scars on his arms thanks to combat and a big one on his nose Armor/Clothing: Red legion armour though it's heavily damaged and showing many scratches. Primary weapon: A long silver shiny sword with the words 'death is only the beginning' carved on. |
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wOOOOt! In every boy's life, at a certain moment a girl changes from an annoying background noise into a sex godess ~Nostalgic Critic. -One fool can ask more questions than 1,000 smart nerds can answer. ~Some proverb. Christo has been here. ~ C H R I S T O  | |
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| Gilboron | Nov 27 2008, 01:46 PM Post #8 |
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First RP here? Excuse me, but I already had Enôr: Untold Stories up and running. Not that anybody joined that 
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E Dae'val. WARNING: The above post may contain awesomeness. Gilboron™ cannot be held responsible if your head explodes. If you have any questions about my world, feel free to send me a PM. | |
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| Tshultze | Nov 29 2008, 04:38 AM Post #9 |
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OOC: Ooh I want in on this...uhm let me see... Name: Broud Li Nickname Bob the Hunter Race: Bosmer Age: 25 Gender: Male Birthsign: Thief Skills: Marksman, Medium Armor, Acrobatics, Smart Mouth Class: Rogue General Appearance: Bob is a short little bosmer who has a knack for running his mouth and causing more trouble than he can handle. He has long blonde hair tied into aponytail and has piercing green eyes. Tattoos/Scars: has a scar between his eyes from past brawls in taverns...tattoo of a (celtic) star on his back. Armor: Imperial chain mail suit and common clothing that doesn't look too shabby. all covered in a dark green cloak. Primary Weapon: Steel Long Bow and chitin arrows. secondary weapon: short iron dagger tipped in poison. Edited by Tshultze, Nov 29 2008, 04:39 AM.
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~The Empire wants YOU!~ ~Look at the icons on this guy~ 
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| Quirk | Dec 1 2008, 08:55 PM Post #10 |
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One last callz, is everyone ready?
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| redsrock | Dec 1 2008, 08:58 PM Post #11 |
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Name: Verick Jenson Race: Imperial Gender: Male Description: Verick is a lieutenant to Commander Jerald Bronze-Head (Is this alright, Q?) Armor: Standard Legion equipment. Weapon: Twin iron shortswords. Appearance: Roughly 6 feet tall, average build, with bright blue eyes. A relatively handsome young man (27 years old), but not interested in nothing more than reading and serving his commander. He is a master of words, and hopes to one day write a book, describing his adventures as a Legion soldier. How's dat? |
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| Quirk | Dec 1 2008, 09:01 PM Post #12 |
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That's goodz, Reds. That works very well. I wanted me a fellow officer. 
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| redsrock | Dec 1 2008, 09:02 PM Post #13 |
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Good, cause I was tired of waiting around. 
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| Quirk | Dec 1 2008, 09:09 PM Post #14 |
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When the Akaviri forces arrived on the northern border, word spread quickly down from Bruma to the other counties. Eventually, it reached the county of Cheydinhal, where Commander Jerald resided, at Fort Naso, southeast of the residence of the Count in the city of Cheydinhal. The message arrived later in the day, as Jerald was drilling his troops. When he had finished, Jerald removed his helmet, and approached his lieutenant who had delivered the message to him. He grimaced at the news. The original purpose of the Legionnaires, the protection of all Cyrodiil, was now at hand. But his men weren't ready for this. "Verick!" He called to the troops training, or, more specifically, the soldier now teaching them in his absence. "Come meet me in my quarters. There's an issue at hand that I must discuss with you." He walked back into the fort, making his way through the torch lit halls, brooding in his thoughts. Edited by Quirk, Dec 1 2008, 09:10 PM.
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| Tshultze | Dec 2 2008, 12:53 AM Post #15 |
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"Come meet me in my quarters. There's an issue at hand that I must discuss with you." Broud was suddenly interested after hearing this. What could be so urgent that a commander in the imperial army must be called away from his duties? Whatever it is I must know if it is worth following. He quietly followed behind the army man hoping that his loot sack wouldn't cause a disturbance and land him in jail once again. Broud had visited this jail five times before and knew the halls leading to the dungeon well. As he crept down the hall his eyes kept catching all the shiny objects that were being lit by the torches confound all these torches. the imperials must be as blind as a cave fish to have to use this many in one hallway. Broud hoped that his cloak would hide him if necessary. Edited by Tshultze, Dec 2 2008, 12:53 AM.
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| Nilloc James | Dec 2 2008, 12:55 AM Post #16 |
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Name: Ticedo Stalon Race: imperial Gender: male Age: 55 Birth Sign: the lord Physical description: Small frame and of moderate height standing approximately 5.10 he is not physically assuming. He has lines creasing his face showing his age. His right leg suffers from a war injury and hurts when he walks leading to him carring a cane from the occasional time it hurts him. His eyes are green with aring of yellow closest to the pupil. He has a near constant grin that rarely leaves his face masking his true intentions and emotions. Short Bio: Born in bruma to a middle class family he joined the imperial legion in pursuit and glory only to end up a tactician and behind the scenes worker due to his poor health. He helped treat wounded and plan battles, a skill he was quite good at and planned several attacks. During a trip as a messanger he fell down a steep hill and broke his leg, despite the treatment he recieved his leg has been pernamently criplled. He continues his work from behind the scenes. Weapons: His cane, the dragon headed top is in fact the hilt and guard of a small rapier like blade inside. Armor/Clothing: a black leather cuirass reinforced by thin iron sheets as well as black leather armour covering the rest of his body. He also wears a burgandy outfit with gold trim that appears to belong to an upper class merchant., he has a large white robe and hood that he uses when travelling. Misc. Items: Several loaves of bread, several canteens of water, a hip flask with flin. |
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| cathym | Dec 2 2008, 07:00 AM Post #17 |
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It was late in the afternoon by the time Melisande arrived in Cheydinhal and headed towards Fort Naso. As she heard the shouts and clangs of the troops practising drills, she wondered for the hundredth time whether she had made the right choice. The walls of the fort loomed dark and unwelcoming, and home seemed a long way away. But she needed work, and the Legion needed healers. Shaking her head as if to try and toss away her concerns, she shrugged her pack into a more comfortable position and continued on. “Excuse me sir,” she said to the guard at the entrance. “Where will I find the recruiter?” |
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| Lord Veneficus | Dec 2 2008, 08:05 AM Post #18 |
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Acheron Icevein strode into Fort Naso, where commander Jerald Bronze-Head resided. He was looking for work and planned on asking the Commander himself if he had any work for him. Acheron did not want to join the Legion, as there were too many restrictions and the rules were nasty. But he knew there was work that the Legion was asked to do but couldn't. He knocked on the heavy wooden door of the Commander's quarters, hoping he would answer. |
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| Quirk | Dec 2 2008, 05:33 PM Post #19 |
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Gate Entrances The guard lazily looked up at Melisande, but almost immediately straightened up when he noticed she was a woman. He grinned. "Ma'am," he said, nervously pointing inside the fort, "you'll have to speak to the commander. He's normally training with the recruits right now, but you should see if he is in his quarters at the moment." Hall outside the Commanding Quarters Jerald walked to the door to his quarters, and watched as a Nord knocked on the door. He grinned. "Friend, I can only let you in if I'm there," he said, laughing in a friendly manner. He moved to open the door, and gestured for him to come in. "I have a few moments, I'm waiting for my lieutenant. What do you need, sir?" |
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| Lord Veneficus | Dec 2 2008, 05:56 PM Post #20 |
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Acheron gave a slight chuckle and said, "You see, sir, I'm looking for some work. I know you are the person to get it from and it would be great if there was anything you needed done." Acheron entered the Commander's quarters and stood in front of the desk, knowing that sitting down was not acceptable unless asked to. The room was like all of the other rooms, except the bed was large and could accomodate up to three people. They've got it good while they're in the Legion, but as soon as they're out, they get nothing. Acheron thought, glancing around the room. |
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