Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 12, 2005 20:39:15 GMT -5
(EDIT: In the beginning, make sure to keep your character roughly between levels 1 and 5, they will get stronger as we go on, I want to make that part of the roleplay. So make sure not to start too strong.)
(Morrowind RP: pretty much anyone can join with even only a little experience. Rules:
- This will take place after the events of Morrowind, and thus the prophecy is already completed, and the last nerevarine is already dead.
- You may not use artifacts or unique items of Morrowind or and other ES games.
- You may not use any god-like characters, whether they are yours or not.
- You may not be a guildmaster of any official guilds like the fighter's guild, mage's guild, theives guild, etc. Though you may be a member of one.
- Don't have your character know everything there is to know about Morrowind, or Tamriel for that matter.
- Don't make multi- class characters (swordsman good with magic or vice versa). I will allow a bit of one (combat, magic, stealth) to go with another, but you can't make your character great at more than one.
- You may use personaly enchanted items, but only if the item would be attainable in a believable manner. Since no one person in this RP could have an enchant skill higher than say ... 75 before they -are- 75, Don't make anything too good (such as absorb health on strike in 50 feet).
- Unless your character is rich nobility or a very lucky adventurer, don't have him/ her have a ton of nice things, or many things in general.
I think that's it, but check with me if you have any more questions. I'll let anyone join with any of the official races. maybe I'll let our game characters appear later... maybe. Keep it to the Vvardenfell (main land in the game) for now.)
Elthari took in a sharp breath as he saw it off in the distance. Balmora, I've heard so much about it, but it looks even more amazing than I could have imagined. He wished he could have come under better circumstances. A slight gust of wind blew by, ruffling his long skirt, causing it to twirl around his feet. His brown hair was mussed a little, and a few white strands were shown. The breton picked up his pace, hoping to reach the wonderous city before sun fall. His traveling shoes were well worn, but reliable. They had served him for many years.
The young man had been traveling for days from his hometown, Khuul. He had seen many Travellers from Balmora there; Khuul was a waypoint to many other places in Vvardenfell. Recently, though, an increasing amount of corprus monsters had begun appearing and scaring off visitors. Those pesky Ashlanders didn't help much either, they constantly sent hunters through Khull, killing off and stealing the traders' guars.
Elthari had been choosen as the most fit to travel, by the town, and had been sent to Balmora to enlist the help of the fighter's guild. Although the imperials in the neighboring town, Gnisis, were just as able, they refused to help fight against the corprus monsters. It was reasonable that they wouldn't. After all, they need to worry about the disease too. The people of Khuul hoped that the figthers guild would greedily snatch at 30 percent of the town's profit. It was a steep price, but it was one that had to be payed.
In about an hour Elthari had reached the city gates. If he had thought seeing it from far away was wonderful, than seeing it up close could only be what he would consider heaven. The bustling towns people scattered here and there, the smell of food and flin from the various clubs and taverns, it was all very pleasing to Elthari. Looking around to ask for directions, the man spotted three people off to his left, standing along the city wall.
"Hello there!" Cried Elthari before jaunting over to the men. "Would any of you three know how to get to the fighter's guild from here?" One of the men's neck snapped as he turned to glare at the speaker. It was visible that there was some relief in the man's face. Elthari thought he saw some white powder sprinkle from the man's closed hand.
"Aye, I know where the guild is... heh heh. But it'll cost ye. That's a nice lookin' sword you got strapped to your belt there." Crooked, rotten teeth poked out of the man's mouth as he spoke.
"I'm greatly sorry sir, but I cannot part with this. Perhaps I shall go ask someone else then," Turning away, he spotted a dunmer man and started toward him. Before he could go anywhere, though, a hand reached out and grasped his arm. A voice hissed through the air like steam from a dwemer monstrosity.
"No one, especially no stranger, refuses the Commona Tong. Now hand over that nice sword and we won't hurt ye," A dagger was raised to Elthari's throat,"Maybe I'll just kill you and take the weap'n fer mesself?"
Thinking quicly, Elthari remembered some of his teacher's words. A simple spell he hoped he remembered correctly. As the dagger drew closer to his throat, the men began to cackle. There were no guards to be seen. These "Commona Tong" men must have known what they were doing. Cold metal touched skin as Elthari's hands began to glow. It's blade nestled into the skin, causing a small bit of blood to trickle... trickle slowly down his throat.
"May the deadra bind you!" Elthari cried as he threw his hands backwards, The man stopped laughing, he also stopped moving, he almost stopped breathing. Snatching the dagger from the frozen man, Elthari knew he hadn't much time. He thought of something quickly before spinning around and facing the trio again.
"I have more where that came from! And it's a great amount more painful I might add!"
Elthari wasn't sure if they believed him or not. He held the dripping blade in his hands, hoping to add a menacing feel.
"I'm a madman!" Elthari raved.
(Morrowind RP: pretty much anyone can join with even only a little experience. Rules:
- This will take place after the events of Morrowind, and thus the prophecy is already completed, and the last nerevarine is already dead.
- You may not use artifacts or unique items of Morrowind or and other ES games.
- You may not use any god-like characters, whether they are yours or not.
- You may not be a guildmaster of any official guilds like the fighter's guild, mage's guild, theives guild, etc. Though you may be a member of one.
- Don't have your character know everything there is to know about Morrowind, or Tamriel for that matter.
- Don't make multi- class characters (swordsman good with magic or vice versa). I will allow a bit of one (combat, magic, stealth) to go with another, but you can't make your character great at more than one.
- You may use personaly enchanted items, but only if the item would be attainable in a believable manner. Since no one person in this RP could have an enchant skill higher than say ... 75 before they -are- 75, Don't make anything too good (such as absorb health on strike in 50 feet).
- Unless your character is rich nobility or a very lucky adventurer, don't have him/ her have a ton of nice things, or many things in general.
I think that's it, but check with me if you have any more questions. I'll let anyone join with any of the official races. maybe I'll let our game characters appear later... maybe. Keep it to the Vvardenfell (main land in the game) for now.)
Elthari took in a sharp breath as he saw it off in the distance. Balmora, I've heard so much about it, but it looks even more amazing than I could have imagined. He wished he could have come under better circumstances. A slight gust of wind blew by, ruffling his long skirt, causing it to twirl around his feet. His brown hair was mussed a little, and a few white strands were shown. The breton picked up his pace, hoping to reach the wonderous city before sun fall. His traveling shoes were well worn, but reliable. They had served him for many years.
The young man had been traveling for days from his hometown, Khuul. He had seen many Travellers from Balmora there; Khuul was a waypoint to many other places in Vvardenfell. Recently, though, an increasing amount of corprus monsters had begun appearing and scaring off visitors. Those pesky Ashlanders didn't help much either, they constantly sent hunters through Khull, killing off and stealing the traders' guars.
Elthari had been choosen as the most fit to travel, by the town, and had been sent to Balmora to enlist the help of the fighter's guild. Although the imperials in the neighboring town, Gnisis, were just as able, they refused to help fight against the corprus monsters. It was reasonable that they wouldn't. After all, they need to worry about the disease too. The people of Khuul hoped that the figthers guild would greedily snatch at 30 percent of the town's profit. It was a steep price, but it was one that had to be payed.
In about an hour Elthari had reached the city gates. If he had thought seeing it from far away was wonderful, than seeing it up close could only be what he would consider heaven. The bustling towns people scattered here and there, the smell of food and flin from the various clubs and taverns, it was all very pleasing to Elthari. Looking around to ask for directions, the man spotted three people off to his left, standing along the city wall.
"Hello there!" Cried Elthari before jaunting over to the men. "Would any of you three know how to get to the fighter's guild from here?" One of the men's neck snapped as he turned to glare at the speaker. It was visible that there was some relief in the man's face. Elthari thought he saw some white powder sprinkle from the man's closed hand.
"Aye, I know where the guild is... heh heh. But it'll cost ye. That's a nice lookin' sword you got strapped to your belt there." Crooked, rotten teeth poked out of the man's mouth as he spoke.
"I'm greatly sorry sir, but I cannot part with this. Perhaps I shall go ask someone else then," Turning away, he spotted a dunmer man and started toward him. Before he could go anywhere, though, a hand reached out and grasped his arm. A voice hissed through the air like steam from a dwemer monstrosity.
"No one, especially no stranger, refuses the Commona Tong. Now hand over that nice sword and we won't hurt ye," A dagger was raised to Elthari's throat,"Maybe I'll just kill you and take the weap'n fer mesself?"
Thinking quicly, Elthari remembered some of his teacher's words. A simple spell he hoped he remembered correctly. As the dagger drew closer to his throat, the men began to cackle. There were no guards to be seen. These "Commona Tong" men must have known what they were doing. Cold metal touched skin as Elthari's hands began to glow. It's blade nestled into the skin, causing a small bit of blood to trickle... trickle slowly down his throat.
"May the deadra bind you!" Elthari cried as he threw his hands backwards, The man stopped laughing, he also stopped moving, he almost stopped breathing. Snatching the dagger from the frozen man, Elthari knew he hadn't much time. He thought of something quickly before spinning around and facing the trio again.
"I have more where that came from! And it's a great amount more painful I might add!"
Elthari wasn't sure if they believed him or not. He held the dripping blade in his hands, hoping to add a menacing feel.
"I'm a madman!" Elthari raved.