NSWRPF Archive The Elder Scrolls: March of the Marauders

Tamriel: The Start of the Fourth Era
4E 1, 15th of Morning Star. Along the Jerrall Mountains

The heavy sound of horse hooves echoed around the small valley the band of soldiers were traverling through, it has been five months since the events of the Daedric Invasion of Tamriel, the mysterious hero who had saved Tamriel intself went missing sortly after they we're named 'The Champion of Cyrodiil', but the Empire itself is still very weak and leaderless.

The Altmer Ocato, or more formally know as High Chancellor Ocato was carefully holding the other provinces together but Morrowind still proves to be a threat with strong talks of splinting off, while several of the Counts applaud his efforts in holding the Empire together, others have not been so kind towards the elf. But life itself in Cyrodiil had quickly went back to normal.

The Lieutenant of the Guard lifted his right hand and ordered the fellow troop the stop, he scanned the ridge of the mountains. His eyes darted from one rock to another making sure that no one was behind them, believing it to be safe he ordered the rest of the soldiers to move on.... The Lieutenant eyes just weren't as they once was, a flash of sliver cut across the air before it was stopped by the Lieutenants breast plate, his senses soon left and everything went dark as he slid off his mount and crashed to the rocky terrain below.

His second in command had hardly turned his head before another arrow pierced his helmet. "Protect the Artifact" yelled one of the Guardsmen as he pulled out his sword, before any of them could rally to retreat their attackers had cut off the small passage that led back towards the city of Bruma. The Priest in the middle was struggling to keep his horse under-control, Arrows and fireblots now rained down on the Guardsmen who were being picked off like peasents, though brave they were pityful to watch.

"Quickly Arch-Mage Theranis, you must go back to cloud ruler temple. The Artifact must be kept safe." The last high-ranking soldier shielded the priest who in fact was the head of the mages guild here in Cyrodiil, the old breton nodded in agreement and quickly dashed off the way they had came, he didn't get far before a large blast brought him off his horse and down to the ground.

He sensed that he was not alone, a male Dunmer stood in front of him dressed in a dark black robe with a marked skull on the front. "Hand over the Artifact and maybe you life will be spared" the Arch-Mage grabbed his staff and spoke "I never gave in when the Daedra attacked, and i will not be giving in now" a large lightning blot came from the limp figure, that lay on the ground, the Dark elf was taken by surprise and wasn't quick enough to react to the thunder. Jumping up the Arch-Mage removed his clock and reveled his pure white robes. "Typical Dunmer, i shouldn't of expeted nothing less" lauching another lighting blot at him, the Dark elf raised his own staff and countered the Arch-Mage lauching a soul spell, the Arch-Mage hadn't planned on this. The black blot went right through the Arch-Mage himself befouling his pure white robe with his own blood.

Standing up the dunmer laughed to himself as he walked over towards the dying Arch-Mage. "What ever your planning, you won't succeed" Struggled the Arch-Mage as he tried to draw breath. The Dunmer did nothing more than laugh again "Who is set to stop us?. Your hero has left you and the Empire is weak. It's now the pefect time to strike.... We will succeed that the Mystic Dawn and the Daedra failed too." He left the dying Mage behind as he strolled his way over to the clock, he picked it up and felt the box that was in the largest pocket, this is what the poor Breton had died to protect.

Placing the box in his right pocket he spoke no more and with a smoke of black mist he vanished.

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The Empire, despite winning the war, has been left weak and fragile. High Chancellor Ocato de facto leader of the Empire is

 

GM approved!


Name:~ Radro Gormad
Race:~Redgaurd
Birth Place:~ Hammerfell
Age:~ 19
Job/Guild/Fraction:~ Areana
Physical appearance:~ http://www.uesp.net/w/images/Redguard_official.jpg
Height:~ 5' 11"
Weight: 180lbs
Hair:~ black hair short and s curled
Eyes:~ black
Anything else of notice:~ skin is usual brown but unusually smooth
Clothing:~ Common shirt, Common Pants
Weapons/Equipment:~ Daedric Longsword and Daedric Dagger /Full set of Imperial Steel armor w/o helm and sheild
Other:~ N/A
Spells/Magicka:~ Fireball, Icestorm

Bio/History:~ Radro was a fighter in the arena for about almost a year and desided to get sometime off to hunt and find some weapons of his own. Running around fighting wild beasts, savages,theives and such he got stronger. Of course in his journey he finds a thief and fights him. It takes Radro almost three days for him to kill the theif with on and off combat but after beating and killing him he finds on him a daedric longsword and dagger and takes them back with him. Ever since he kept those weapons his victories in the area have never been higher.

 

OOC: I'll send in a CS tommorow afternoon, it is too late atm

 

No its not too late. And if anyone else is going to send in a CS they might be a bit of delay for approval, my internet has been cut off and i won't be back fully online till Saturday.

Also on another note for the role-play Vampires and Werewolfs are allowed but not too many please.

 

GM Approved!

Name: Celbrandir Shadowwind
Race: Bosmer
Birth Place: Anvil
Age: 127
Job/Guild/Fraction: Dark Brotherhood, holds rank of Assasin
Physical appearance: Normally wear the dark armour of the dark brotherhood save when in public and is wearing normal travel worn clothes. His features are fair, even for an elf.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165
Hair: light brown
Eyes: grey
Anything else of notice: has been turned into a vampire(willingly), tends to stay in the first phase of vampirism
Clothing: Shrouded Armour and Shrouded hood when in sanctuary or working on a contract. Otherwise wears ordinary traveling clothes.
Weapons/Equipment: Sufferthorn dagger, Shadowhunt bow (40 arrows), and Silver shortsword.
Other: Amulet of Water Breathing
Spells/Magicka(majors in illusion): Eyes of Eventide, Starlight, Alluring gaze, Shadow Shape, and Flash Bolt. Depending on his vampiric status has other abilities.

Bio/History: Was borne in Anvil but shortly after his birthe his parents made plans to move to Cheydinhal. Their trip bore misfortune as they drew close to their goal, in the form of an attack by bandits. His parents were killed, but he was saved by chance. As the bandits scavenge all they could from his parents bodies the hands of a shadowy figured snatched Celbrandir from a certain death, and so it was even before he was a year old that he was taken into a new family, the dark brotherhood.

Raised in his new family Celbrandir was trained to serve the brotherhood from birth. As he grew he began to serve, completing contracts with remarkable proficiency, and over the years has aquired various equipment and gear from his 'family'. He works hard to perfect the silent kill, and hopes to soon be worthy of the rank of Executioner.

 

A CS from me soon

 

Approved by Kaiser1990.

Name: Skye Lightfoot
Race: Bosmer
Birth Place: Valenwood
Age: 47
Job/Guild/Faction: Retired Guard, Member of the Fighter's Guild, holds the rank of Defender.
Physical appearance: [image=http://www.uesp.net/w/images/OB-Ungolim.jpg]
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130
Hair: Copper
Eyes: Green
Anything else of notice: N/A
Clothing: Green Silk Outfit when at home. Mostly seen in Amber armor.
Weapons/Equipment: Carries an Amber sword and dagger. Both are enchanted to drain health.
Other: Owns a ring that enchants speed and agility. An amulet that increases strength and endurance.
Spells/Magicka: N/A

Bio/History: Skye left Valenwood to join the Imperial Legion in Morrowind, when he was 16. Along with joining the Legion, he became involved with the Fighter's Guild. He was the black sheep, out of a family of thieves and assassins. His fighting skills fermented, while his friends were busy pick-pocketing their parents and neighbors.

Skye trained hard to become the best fighter he could. Along his path, he encountered many items that aided his endeavor. His ring and amulet came to him during a Fighter's Guild quest, when he was only 20. The combination of Fighter's guild and Legion pay, allowed Skye to buy passage to The Imperial City. He owns a large home in the Elven Gardens District and a smaller one in Anvil.

When he was 30, he came across a door leading to Sheogorath's Realm. He ventured into the Oblivion plane, but was met immediately with the wrath of the Gate Keeper. Skye managed to defeat the Keeper single-handed and Sheogorath, himself, commended Skye for it. He was granted the ability to travel to the realm at any time, through a gateway in his Anvil home.

He amassed even larger of a fortune by working in the Oblivion plane, and eventually bought himself a set of Amber armor and weaponry.

 

GM NOTICE: I'm going to ask Imperial_Hammer to close the thread due to the lack of intrest. I thank thoses who did join and hopfuly in future role-plays they will be a bit more successful.