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The Role-Playing has begun, anyone interested in joining hereafter, TG me with your Character name/affiliation.

The IC portion of this RP has been moved to: Morrowind RP II (IC Only) (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthrea...404#post7748404 )
This thread will remain open for OOC talk. Questions, comments, Character profiles and entries.

Hello all,

as you all know, I'm not particularly active in Role-Playing, I doubt I'm even taken seriously, which is something I would like to change. Though I thought I would begin it with something not partaining to the exclusive worlds which are NationStates, but instead, more oriented to my fellow fans of Morrowind. There is a vast wealth of RP-able materials in Morrowind, but I haven't seen anyone actually go so far as to set out to do so...so I'm going to.

Of course, this RP will be semi-closed, allowing those who have a working knowledge of Morrowind, and share the love for it. The timeline shall be set several years after the fall of Dagoth Ur, after the Ghost Fence has been deactivated, and Red Mountain left only to fable.

The Empire of Tiber Septum is failing, the Tribunal too, has lost much of its power, with the loss of imortality of the Three. The Tribunal is still struggling with its reform, still humbled and disgraced by the falacy which was the false Gods lies. But, even now, Vivec remains a potent force in the lands of Morrowind, as some still cling to the faith of the Tribunal...but it is feared that he will not live for much longer.

The Empire, as said before, is crumbling. It is losing grip of its provinces, and dissention is prevelant amongst its peoples. It is losing power in Morrowind, as garrisons are weakened as legionaires being called back to the mainland to fight other foes in Tamriel.

The Great Houses...

The three Great Houses, Hlaalu, Rederon and Telvanni were, for a short time, united under the ring of the Moon and Star, brandished by the Neravarine...but with the unexplained abscense of Nerevar Reborn, the Great Houses' bound dissolved into the old ways of fighting, sactioned assassination, and open House Wars.

The Great House Hlaalu especially, seeing the Empire's presence in Morrowind diminish, has begun to shift its allegiance away from the great Empire, instead, attempting to carve their own path to dominance of this brave new time.

The Great House Rederon, on the other hand, still holds its great tradition and ties to the Tribunal faith. They are the ties which bind their broken beliefs. They stand true to the last remaining God of the Tribunal, Vivec. Some say that the Great House will steadily fall, along with their God, others say that with the people of Morrowind reverting back to the Old faiths, this will leave only the fanatic minority...fearing that this will bring on a whole new wave of violence between the Great Houses as values change.

The Great House Telvannia seems to be the only ones who are carrying on like nothing has happened...


The Guilds...

The Guilds, of course, being sanctioned by the Empire, feel the most strain in Morrowind due to the Empierial's leaving the land. Leaving them to become more and more independant, and with that independance, some Guild Leaders are trying to break their Guilds away from the grip of Emperial rule.

[I won't go into anymore detail, because well, I don't have the patience, and this is a Free-Form RP, so truly, it will be up to the player of that Guild to decide where it goes.]


The Ashlands...

The Ashlands are still untamed, still torn by Ash Storms, and remains the last bastion of the Blight. Red Mountain is still looming, though its dark kingdom has long died, there are still followers of Dagoth Ur. There are still bases in operation which go under His banner throughout Morrowind. The Eastern stretch is still the cradle of Vampirism.


The Religions...
[I can't remember if it's eight or nine Divines...bah]

The Nine Divines are still the dominant faith amongst Imperials and settlers, but mostly it remains a novelty amongst the indigionous population. Since the fall of Dagoth Ur, more and more of the local population have rebelled against missionairies of the Tamrielic religion.

The Tribunal has taken the most damage from the destruction of Dagoth Ur. It remains only a shell of what it once was. Two of the three Gods were slain. Sotha Sil at the hands of Almalexia, with great treachory...Almelexia slain with the re-forged blade of the Neravar, by the incarnate.


The Daedra, with the prophecy of the Neravarine fulfilled, faith of Daedra is once again swelling. The Goddess Azura, the most powerful of the 'good' Daedra is at the forefront of this reborn worship of the old faith. But the 'bad' Daedra are also gaining new followers. Daedric shrines for the worship of Bad Daedra are being rebuilt, rumors of a revolt by these dark followers are in the air...


This is just a basic summary. Morrowind is being thrown into near-chaos, as the old Empire slips away, Old faiths rekindle, and false ones die away. The Great Houses are seeing a chance to go back to the time before the Tamrielic presence. The Guilds too, see a chance at their own power, unhendered by the Empire.

Vampires are still lurking throughout the backwoods and backraods of Morrowind, despite the best efforts of the Legions and of the Tribunal. Little is known about them, but it is known that they fight amongst eachother constantly...

So this is where the Role-Playing comes in...as I said before, it shall be free-form, and each Role-Player will get a choice of what faction/great house they lead, as long as it's not chosen already. You can play it however you want, but try to follow the logical mentality of your chosen way. You can play the leader, or just one of the ranks, looking from the bottom up. This will not be played like most Political/War RPs, as it is encouraged that each person develope their Character, through their eyes...not just someone who is relegated to quotations in news press or speech form. It would be nice if it played out like a story...like in the game. A story that we are all in control of, that is not handed out to us...but one we hand out to eachother.

There are regulations on who you can become...this will stop people from proclaiming themselves as Gods and destroying everything in sight...believe me, I thought about it. So here are the rules:

1) No Player Gods. This includes the now mortal Vivec.

2) No Uber-Characters, this may be based off the game, but if I threw in the capabilities of my 100+ level character off of it, we may have issues. Work within reason.

3) Play through the eyes of your Character, not through the eyes of your Faction...meaning, no: The Great House Rederon sends 30,000 of its best people to take over morrowind!

4) Other rules may be applied as needed.


So, here are the factions/great houses to choose from, choose wisely...

Emperial Legion - Asurnahb [Carnivus Curio, Moonmoth Fort], The Island of Rose [Romanus Maximus, Pelegiad], Chromosia [Chronos De Drakan, Fort Frostmoth]

Great House Hlaalu - Byrdog [Steve Fasgal]
Great House Rederon -
Great House Telvanni - Monoma [Rahkan Torikn], Logical Selfishness [Nalthia]

Guilds:

Fighters' Guild -
Mages' Guild - Hasheen [Parthini]
Thieves' Guild -
Comonna Tong -
The Dark Brotherhood -
Morag Tong -
Guild of Psiijers - Karwood [j'sid]

Ashlander Tribes:

Ahemmmusa -
Erabenimsun -
Urshilaku -

Vampire Clans:

Clan Berne - Camel Eaters [Dresh of the Vine]
Clan Aundae -
Clan Qurra -

OTHER: Tacitus Valonii [Featherstones America, Trader]


[If there's anything I've forgotten, let me know. Also, if the RP goes on long enough, I think it would be interesting if some elements of the Tribunal and Bloodmoon expansions were introduced. But it all depends on what people want. Hell, I don't even know if people would be interested in this RP. But, those who are, sign up, and we can discuss things further, iron out details...]

OOC: Count me in for sure! Will there be werewolves?

Where's the Imperial Legion?!

I am Romanus Maximus, Imperial Dragon of the Imperial Legion! Aka, I lead the Legion in Vvardenfell.

My equipment is:

One silver torso
Steel leggings
Imperial Steel boots
Iron shoulder things
Steel gloves
No helmet
Imperial Shield
Silver Longsword

I don't think stats should be involved. He has healing prowess and minimal alchemy skillz :)

He is a Knight and a Human. Look like all the Generic guards.

Steve Fasgal of Great House Hiaalu
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Archer
Sign: The Tower

Dresh of the Vine
Vampire Clan Berne
Former Member of the Fighters Guild (he learned everything they had available and then killed them. In the town he was in not a major one though)
Thieves Guild Member
Ashland Tribe Urkshilaku
Sign The Steed
Class Rogue (good with axes too)

Acceptable?

OOC: Wow, I was never expecting anything like this...

Will there be werewolves?

Eventually, it depends on how well the RP goes, and how long it lasts. It would be kind of bad if everything was introduced at once, people would get bored too quickly.


Where's the Imperial Legion?!

Well, I was going to play the Legions, Lol. But both of us can share. There's a lot of Forts out there. Declare your fort. I'm taking Fort Moonmoth.

And I agree, stats are out of the question. It would require an exp base, as well as something to regulate it, like dice...but it will instead be gauged on their ability, as well as our ability to role-play them.

Are there any suggestions? Questions?

can we have horses?

Yay!

I want Fort Pelegiad! I get to run a Village and a fort :D

Can I have Fort Frostmoth? The Fort of Solstheim?

Yeah horses rock. I want a blooded horse. Can I have a blooded horse?

Island of Rose, done.

Chronosia, yes, have at it. You and I will have to get together and discuss the expasion into RPing Bloodmoon.

can we have horses?
Horses are kind of an iffy, the preffered animal for transport in Morrowind is the Guar. They have the advantage over horses in Morrowind's varying terrain. But, sure.

Change my rank to Knight Templar or whatever the rank is below Imperial Dragon.

Yes I haven't played Morrowind in months.

Oh yeah, and you're all accepted. Glad to have you aboard. Do Y'all have AIM?

Chronasia, post your Character so I can set it up on the board. :P

Do Y'all have AIM?

AIM is evill, I have MSNM.

I get a blooded horse! YAY!!!!!

No no AIM. Sorry.

Chronos De Drakan
Race: Imperial
Class: Warrior (Skilled in long bladed combat)
Sign: the Tower

*Blows the dust off of his MSN* All right. I think communicating through MEssengers would be a bit easier than posting. Well, for some things anyway.

No IMs for me. Y'all can TG me. For what you need to know.

Marc_C_C@hotmail.com

sorry no IM too. TG me

Chronosia, you're added, Frostmoth is yours.

I suppose I should add my Character...

Carnivus Curio
Race: Imperial [Human]
Profession: Knight Protector of Fort Moonmoth
Items: Silver Longsword with Fire Enchantment
Silver Helm,
Imperial Shield,
Imperial Knight Armor

I'd like to try this. My AIM name is shadowbreaker9. Note on the religion: It is the Nine Devine, and Azura isn't an Aedra, she is a "good" Daedra. The Aedra basically, make up the Devine Nine


Name: Rahkan Torikn
Race: Khajiit
Sex: Male
Class: Nightblade
Sign: The Apprentice
Guilds: Lawman of House Telvanni (If you haven't played in awhile, thats the 4th rank from the bottom, right below Mouth.)
Brother of The Morag Tong
Religion: Worshipper of The Daedra Mephala
Background: Born and raised in Morrowind, in the city of Vivec, Rahkan was orphened by a group of Commona Tong that killed his parents. From that point on, Rahkan honed his stealth and magic skills, and assasinated the Commona Tong members that killed his parents. The Morag Tong, seeing his usefulness, extended a hand of brotherhood to the young Khajiit. He honed his skills as a Nightblade, and soon fell into worshiping the Daedra Mephala. He joined House Telvanni, not only seeing them as a better choice that the Mages Guild to advance his magical art of illusion and alteration but also using a house that regularly used murder as a way of resolve to cover up his job as a Morag Tong; if he ever got caught, he could try to use Telvanni to talk his way out of it. However, he has faced many hardships with racism in his rising in the house. Oh well, he usualy tells himself...nothing a little assasination can't solve. Rahkin has two addictions, both which may prove fatal; one is a mild one to moonsuger and skooma, the other is a insane addiction to recovering, in the name of Mephala, the Sanguine items.

Any questions, just tell me

Excuse me, I asked you to make me the rank below Grand Imperial Dragon so you can run the Legions yourself :P

I'll just get to run the Village. Unless you want me to run the Legion from Peligiad ;)

Hmm, that is true. I has been quite a while since I last played Morrowind, as well as read up on it. I used to run through the game and read all the books, hah. But sadly, some of that was forgotten, I appreciate the clarification. I'll fix it now.

And Island of Rose, I thought you said you wanted to *be* the Grand Dragon, Lol. You can control Paligiad, as its Knight Protector.

If you really like morrowind, you should check out this site.

click here (http://www.forumplanet.com/rpgplanet/morrowind/index.asp)
But i still think i might join this, if i do heres my char,

Name: j'sid
Race: Aeylid ( hes one of the rare civilized aeylids)
Age:806
Class: Psiijic
Equipment: wears blue and black leather armour and has two silver scimitars.
Current Location: Narsis
Bio: At age fifteen he was cast out of his tribe for his strange powers. After he was cast out, he ran away to the dunmer land of morrowind, where he made a living as a theif, eventually the telvanni discovered his gifts, taught him how to use them, then put him to work for their house. J'sid's personality is often seen to be as cold as the dunmer around him, bet he resents that greatly.

I hope he's okay.

Karwood, nice. I'm planning on adding a history later, I had one all in my head, but I have to regain it now, Lol. Hmm, do you want to be in a aprticular Great House or Guild?

well i guess he wont be in any houses, as most would shun an aeylid.Which i guess means that he's with the Guild of Psiijers, Glad not see that people know what Aeylids are, and what Psiijers(singular is Psiijer and singular for describing one is Psiijic, not liek hes Psiijic more like hes a Psiijic) are. :D also i hate to be a nitpick, but its Hlaalu not Hiaalu, just for reference

Hmm, meh, it was an L all this time? For some reason I had always registered it as an I...no clue why, now that I look back on it. Damned english language. I'll add a special section for you.

Dresh was originally a low man. A man of the type that nobody associated with. Then he foud a ship to serve on. Making his fortune at sea he learned a few things.

Returning to his home he found that being rich generally made people like you more. He joined the local Fighter's Guild and learned what he could. One night that all changed. A vampire found him and turned him. Dresh was powerful and put it to good use.

Using his natural Ashlander survival instincts and his new slighlty hypnotic powers he conned the Mage's Guild of his town. And they were loyal.

Soon his tiny vampire coven terrorized the town night and day. Many ghouls were made and they were loyal.

Only the Fighter's Guild stood against them. Using his knowledge of ships Dresh designed a small fleet the ships were filled with vampire and mage alike. The Guild stood no chance.

His clan ruled the area they made humans their slaves and practiced dark arts. But it was and is a small clan.

His rival Gryke, a mage, turned him out now Dresh seeks a way to defeat Gryke and feast on his blood. That is his only reason for existance.

OOC: And then basically somehow this quest brings him to the other characters.

if you dont mind my asking, when exactaly will this start :confused:

are we allowed to use people from the game? Example: Can I use a House Telvanni Master from the game, like Master Aron?

We start tomorrow. Though everyone can start without me, as I have to work. But I will be posting at least once a day, more if there are others on the thread.

And Monoma, playing NPCs from the game is all right, as long as it's played well, and isn't in too high of a position of power...say, Vivec. I would say if anyone is qualified enough to RP Master Aron, it would be the likes of you.

But, let it be known that originality is the spice of life.

OOC: Well, it's 3:18am, so I figure it's technically "tomorrow", I just wanted to post at least half of the intended post, that way I wouldn't have ro rush it so much tomorrow. The rest will come when I return from work. :)
Basicallly, there is a Dagoth base established in one of the ruined citidels which were once the home of the Ash Vampires. One of the remaining, lesser Dagoths took refuge in its walls.


IC:
Carnivus Curio watched the haze of dusk from the high walls of Fort Moonmoth. He gazed piercingly upon the ever-darkening blanket that seemed to roll over Morrowind as Azura's hour approached. Carnivus could normally be found there, nearly every evening, when the general happenings of the day diminished into a slow, monotonous pace. He always watched out for the return of the patrols that sent out to cover the road to Balmora, as well as those that went into the meandering range of mountains that Fort Moonmoth straddled at nape of.

But for the past two days, something was different. There was an urgency in which he watched. He wasn't just looking out to make sure the patrol made it in safe, he was expecting something much more dire. As if, he was waiting to see if they would return at all. The other legionaires posted at Moonmoth could sence this quite easily, as most of them were veterans under his command.

They knew when their Knight Protector was ill-at-ease. Lots of speculation was revolving around the ranks when certain legionaires were hand-picked for a 'special' patrol, one which required not only as many healing potions as each soldier could carry, but also a Healer hired on from the Mages' guild. This was certainly not normal practice.

There was good reason for such secracy, for picking only the best of his soldiers to send on this mission, and for dipping into Fort Moonmoth's treasury to hire the 'best' the Balmora Mages' Guild had to offer. Reports from Red Mountain suggested that, despite the death of Dagoth Ur years prior, the number of blighted creatures in the area was on the rise - rather dramaticly.

Fort Buckmoth, the nearest Imperial Legion presence to Red Mountain, was suffering the same fate that Fort Moonmoth was. More and more Legionaires were being called back to the mainland, leaving the Forts dotting Vvardenfell rather under-manned. Carnivus was asked to send what he could spare to investigate this sudden insurgence of Blight. Carnivus knew this trek would be a dangerous one for the men he sent, and he warned them of the dangers. Even though Dagoth Ur was dead, his ghost still lingered in the form of these vile abominations.

This was why he wandered the Fort walls so starkly, peering through the palasades, hoping to catch a glimpse of the expected soldiers. Carnivus hoped that they would good news, a hoax even, anything but the possibility of having to deal with what could be...

-to be continued

A lone rider dismounted before the gates of the fort, Moonmoth, and looked up to the waiting guards. "I bring word from Lord Chronos on Solstheim! I bring word from one, alone and isolated, more so than you, brethern! I call upon you to open the gates and read his message." The man sighed; holding the message close to his heart.
He was exhausted; having ridden day and night from the northern ports where he had landed; glad to be away from the cold, the insidious cold of that damned place; where mans sanity waxed and waned as moons.

OOC: Well, I might as well get my first post up. You all have my background story.

IC: Oishrik gra-Muron walked into the dimly lit tavern in Sadrith Mora, the central city of the Telvanni, and shook off the cold. He looked around at all the street scum. Suprising, the orc thought to himself, just how much filth the Telvanni have in their city. He took a seat next to a Khajiit wearing a black cloak. "Matze," the orc called to the bartender. The Khajiit next to him turned his head.

"You know, that stuff will be the death of you someday" the Khajiit said with a smile. "You've always been a slave to matze."

"And you've always been a slave to skooma, but you don't see me bitching about it." Oishrik smiled. "It's good to see you again, Rahkan. You haven't been in town lately." Rahkan Torkin swished his tail.

"I've had some buisness. Webspinner buisness, you know." Oishrik knew all right. Both he and Rahkan were brothers in the Morag Tong, the guild of assassians. "That, and my Telvanni studies are coming along nicely. Ayron might choose me to be his mouth."

"You and your magic," the orc scruffed. "That nonsense will only get you killed."

"Or save my hide. Now I know you didn't come in here to berate me on my Telvanni work." Rahkan looked around, and pulled Oishrik closer. "You do have the new writs for me?" Rahkan said quietly. He his assasin job, and especaily loved working for the Webspinner.

"Writ. Only one this time." Oishrik said as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pouch. "Issued by a high ranking Imperial Legion official." Rahkan read the writ, paying especial attention to the name.

"Norem Dormar. Sounds Dunmer."

"It is. He's an ex-Redoran knight, living in Ald'ruhn. Apparently he offended more people in the Legion then he knows about. " Rahkan nodded, and got up to leave. "Oh, and Rahkan..." Rahkan turned. "It's rumored something isn't right about this guy. He was kicked out of Redoran, and that's hard for a man of his background to do." The Khajiit smiled.

"Good. I like a challange. It's more interesting that way." The Khajiit layed a few coins on the bar, and left, heading out into the cold rain.

OOC: I hope you don't mind me tying Althene to the Morag Tong's doing, but it may help stir up some intrigue between our two characters later. Good post, by the way.

IC:

Carnivus, even though he had been watching so whole-heartedly out onto the darkening horizon, didn't even see the messenger's appraoch - he was startled by the Imperial's shout to be allowed into the gates. Solstheim? That was awfully far for any messenger to travel. For once, Carnivus's worry over the fate of his soldiers subsided, if only for a few moments as he recollected himself.

Leaning over between the palasades, he took a closer look, and was actually quite delighted to see him for some reason...even though messengers rarely bore good news.

"By the Nine Divines," He hailed, "come into our walls!"

The Pikemen in the courtyard took this as their queue, and began to disarm the 'locks' of the gate, which were nothing more than wooden poles stretched across, to keep it from being pushed inward.

Carnivus hurridly walked down the wall to the tower and flung open its door, and ascended the spiral stairs. The cold stone of the dimly lit corridor echoed with the heavy foot-falls his heavy Imperial boots assailed upon the floor. He was anticipating the news, it had been quite a while since any word from a Fort came, other than Ald'Ruhn, of course. And no one from so far away. In fact, Carnivus had only heard stories about Solstheim, and from what he heard, it was a horrid place to be stationed.

He was quickly halted as he heard the inquiring voice of his second-in-command, as she stepped in behind him.

"What is happening? I heard a messenger is at our step." She said with all the gentality expected of a High-Elf.

Carnivus turned and addressed her with a kindly smile, looking up to her, as she was by far taller than he. "A messenger, indeed. From Solstheim of all places! I'm going to greet him now. You may come if you wish."

Althene broke her superior's enthusiasm with a dose of her usual, cynical nature, "Do you not think of it as odd, that someone venture ALL the way from Solstheim, just to see yo-" She paused..."to seek your help? We are already stretched to the brink."

Oh yes, he knew very well what she was intending to say, and he frowned at her scornfully. He was about to give her a mind full, but was stopped as he heard the muffled screach of the old gate being opened, as the rusted hinges turned.

"I believe the messenger rode in a horse...tend to it. We are after all, sstretched to the brink. We need even the help of the higher ranks, to do the smallest man's duty."

He swept himself quickly out the door before any notion of protest could be made. There was always something about her that made him uneasy, especially with word from the rumor mill that she was dealing with the likes of the Morag Tong.

He stepped across the courtyard, to the gate as it was pulled ajar enough for Carnivus to step through to greet the messenger. He was grudgingly followed by Althene, whom was visibly angered, but uttered no hatred.

"Welcome, messenger, to Fort Moonmoth. I am the Knight Protector here, Carnivus Curio. We shall tend to your needs, but first, what is the news so urgent that you had to travel all the way from Solstheim? It must have been a hard journey, indeed."

"my lord; I am come with dire news. Morrowind is ailing, this I know, but my lord finds holding a grasp upon the ledge most tenuous as Solstheim. Surrounded on all sides by strange creatures; the Nords and the mysteries of our unexplored home; we are far more isolated than here. Lord Chronos has fortified the encampment of Raven Rock, and even now readies himself for what he fears is a coming tumult...The air is rife with conflict; the island wracked by fear. It is a dark time. He bade me come; bring news of his isolation and to offer you this" He held forth a strange curving fang, almost bone white in its brilliance.
"My lord and captain told me to give this you; and bade you heed its warning. He tells me that the Nords to the north are full of superstition and appraise this. His last words to me before I left were 'Warn them of the crawling shadow; the night that brings forth horrors....Warn him of the dead and the living. My Lord, he fears the ancient legends of Solstheim are come true, and that something moves in the night. He is afeared for his own life; and you are one of his closest friends."

Romanus Maximus, Knight Protector of Peligiad and one of the most relaxed people in Morrowind. He comes from a family of Legionnares. He is a very patient man, never rushing into things. He is also a renaissance man. Capable of many skills, healing, alchemy, the sword, the shield, the heavy armor. He could do anything that required it. He was also an intelligent man, he kept a mansion in Pelegiad and studied everything.

He was well off, but you should know that. He had steel and silver parts. Armor, not literal body parts. His favorite thing was his sword. His Silver Longsword. It was a family gift. Passed to the next man of the generation. He also didn't buy into the formality of the Legion. He was proud to serve, but he wore a Silver Guardsmen torso even though we was not allowed to wear it.

He also ran the Village of Pelegiad, as you may have known. It was his assignment, and it was another step towards Grand Imperial Dragon of Vvardenfell. Though he probably isn't interested if it involved killing a fellow Legionnare. But he was fine running the Village, it was easy just clear a few barfights here and there and the occasional raid. But it was hard nonetheless.

To relax he usually went to the Bars and told tall tales of Mer and Men. But every man did that. And I suppose in the end Romanus is a just a man who happens to run a Village. And today, this man was walking down Main Road. Looking at all the Guards as they shouted "Hail!" and Romanus simply nodding back.

So in the end, it was another normal day for Romanus Maximus of Vvardenfell. He walked down the Main Road villagers saying "Hello" and the like. He kept walking until he ended up on the exit that faces Seyda Neen. He sat down, his exquisite yellow pants and his black steel boots shining in the sun. He was a lonely man you know. He took out his Silver Longsword and started polishing it with a special hankercheif.

He looked towards the plains, hoping that a new visitor would come today.

((OOC: So who wants to speak to Romanus Maximus? :) ))

OOC: Me! Sorry it took so long...the post isn't the best, I had to re-write the entire thing on memory, so.

IC:

Carnivus outstretched his hand and took the fang. He looked upon it, preturbed of its message. He felt the cold chill which rediated from that tooth, and couldn't help but wonder from what sort of beast it came. Hoping it wasn't as feirce as he imagined, just by seeing what came from its jawls.

After a close, but quick examination, he looked to the messenger, speaking with concern,
"I do not know the situation which plagues Fort Forstmoth, but I will do what I can, and what I must. But you, friend, have travelled far enough for now. Here you will find rest in oen of our spare bunks, at the barracks...as well as sanctuary at the Imperial Cult Shrine here, untill we are ready to make our move...you have done well."

"Oh, and Athene," Carnivus grinned bitterly, "tend to his steed."

Carnivus left the Courtyard just as quickly as he had rushed in. This time it was to seek counsel with the Oracle at the Imperial Shrine. Despite the haste in which he stormed to the Shrine, he entered it humbly and piously, carefully making his way to the Oracle's chamber.

The Oracle was pouring over old texts and scriptures, that were probably written even before he was born. Carnivus spoke softly, as anyone would speak to an Elder of such wisdom.

"Oracle, I come to you seeking counsel and wisdom."

The Oracle dutifully ignored him, as he took in, word for word, each passage of the scrolls he was reading. Carnivus stood by for a few more moments, with not a single utterance from the Oracle. Finally, his patience wore thin, he stepped to the wooden desk and placed the great fang over what he was reading. At first, the Oracle looked shocked at the blantent disrespect shown to him, but then, the look turned to horror as he realized what was laid before him.

"Where did you get this?!" The old Oracle said, with a quivering lip.

"It was given to me by a messenger that rode in from Solstheim not even an hour ago. He says that the Legion of Fort Frostmoth are under some sort of siege...not by man, but by beast...I know not what kind, which is why I come to you." Carnivus pleaded with the old man, knowing that he was a well-known scholar, whom had seen many things in his lifetime.

The Oracle didn't dare touch the fang, but he looked to Carnivus and spoke with wisdom as ancient as he was; "This is the fang of a werewolf, no mistaking it. You must go and defend Solstheim, and you must destroy this evil! But know this, if you battle any of these creatures, you may not survive...if you get bitten, you may turn into one of them! So if you are to, die in battle...it would be a greater fate than to live your life as a wretched creature."

Only then did the Oracle lift up the fang and place it back into Carnivus's hand. Carnivus was visibly shaken. So much so, that his body shook from the chill that ran down his spine, as that tooth was placed back into his hand. Carnivus left the chamber imediately, heading for his own. He quickly packed everything he would need, packing his healing potions in an oiled cloth bag, as well as rations of Ash Yams and Scrib Jerky. Not his favorite, but for long journeys, you couldn't beat it.

He suited up in what armor he didn't have on before, and ordered that his Guar be readied for his departure. As he and a few other Soldiers stood out at the gates, preparing for his leave, he cornered Sarius, one of his more trustworthy Captains.

"Captain Sarius, we are going to Solstheim, to Fort Frostmoth...they are under siege by beasts..." Carnivus leaned close and spoke softly, so that no others could hear, "werewolves are said to be besieging them. We are going to defend our brothers at arms, defend the Empire. Have the men ready by Dawn, meanwhile, I am going to Fort Paligiad, to try to gain support from them. Understood?"

"Yes, sir...sir? Werewolves? I thought they were myth?" Said Captain Sarius, barely able to believe his own commander.

Carnivus mounted his Guar, which groaned from the added weight. Taking its reigns, he led it outside the gates, before he looked over his shoulder at his worried Captain, "So did I, Sarius."

With that, he departed the relative safety of Fort Moonmoth, and followed the meandering trail that led through the mountain range, southeast to Fort Paligiad. The steady, but clumsy Guar crept through the grey and cracked valleys, and through the lush green plains. The cold of night finally broke the back of the waning sun, and all that could be heard was the cry of Racers in the air, and of course, the Nix Hounds that the southern part of Vvardenfell was so famous for.

It only took him a few hours to reach sight of Paligiad. A rather beautiful village it was, especially when it was bathed in the evenescent glow of the moons. The thatch-roofed houses bore an unearthly white glow, which amazed Carnius, visiting Paligiad was always like coming home...not to the Fort he lived in Vvardenfell, but his old homeland in Tamriel, that he hadn't been to in years...which was why it was nice to see at least one Imperialesque village.

Carnivus dismounted his Guar and led it through the cobbled stone path, that went to the threshold of Fort Paligiad. He looked to the left and to the right of him, seeing there were quite a few villagers out this late, quite a nightlife they must have here, to be such a small town.

He immediately went to search for the Knight Protector of Paligiad...

The skies rained down with pain and sorrow upon Solstheim; lightning licking the primal waves of the tyrannous sea; leaping and jumping to meet their electric lovers. Chronos stood near the docks;l long black hair falling about his face; as he watched the tumult of cloud and cavorting ocean.
"Our people are leaving this place..." A voice spoke behind him; a flash of lightning illuminating the tattooed Nord. "Our time here is over; we no longer have the strength to standf alone against the Hunt."
"I thought not. How many"
"A dozen more...Our numbers are few; those who fell to the venom of their bite or claw, we killed; but some escaped. They will be transformed by the rising of the first full moon."
"I understand. I have sent for aid; our garrison is to be reinforced."
"Leave this place, De Drakan, you will find only death here, in the icy jaws of the cold north."
"I will not leave my vocation!" Howls seemed to echo on the wind.
"Then you will die, old friend"
"So be it."

Night faded into darker night; the rain beat down, and Chronos looked out over the shadowed forests of Solstheim; Ice loomed in the north; snow came like crashing static upon the harshlands of the north. And now the Skall were leaving.
He sighed; waiting. "Our foe grows legion in the blackness; and we stand helpless...What, I wonder, is our fate to be"

OOC: i'm sorry, but things are too busy on my end with the holidays and all,looks liek i wnt be able to join sadly :( :( :(

Dresh wiped his bloody face. Licking at the spotches of blood that had coated the dirt. It was now turning to mud. Dresh picked up the sagging body of the now dead Nord. These people had the best blood in the world.

He stared at the moon full and wonderful. In a land of mist you could always see the moon. He'd spent the last year in this maze of death that turned men's minds into maddened shells of their former selves.

Dresh liked the blood of madmen. Fear was the second best seasoning. That's why he stalked the huge hunting groups that ventured into the mist picking one or two off in the middle of the day. Then sneaking past their guards and leaving the drained body at the foot of their leader's bedroll.

How he loved the Valley of Mist. But now it was time to leave. Knights Templar with sun magic were coming into his valley. So he was leaving.....

Dresh waded across the swamp the brine water coming up to his armpits. Death fish swam around him darting this way and that. He grabbed one and ripped it apart and sucked out the blood nibbling a little of the meat off.

Now he entered a tavern in Sadrith Mora. Smelling the blood of magic all around him. His stomach grumbled.....

Oh sure, Pelegiad having a night life? That's like Quentin Terentino and the Muppets doing a movie. Unfortunately that's happened. But now I'm rambling. Pelegiad did have a slight nightlife, slight. If you call a nightlife weelky drunk fights and peaceful sleeping, then I suppose it is a nightlife. So yes, we have a nightlife. And tonight, there would be a fight.

It was between a Nord and an Elven rogue. This rogue came into town last night and was overstaying his welcome so to say. The Nord and Elf, the Dark Elf, had a bit too many drinks, but the Nord was the one to get knocked out. Thus the Elf proceeded to steal his gold, and when the Nord found out, I assure he wasn't happy. The fight started at the Inn and spread to the outside.

The villagers, most of them drunk, was cheering the fight on. It looked like a full fledge riot. Unfortunately, most of the guards were on patrol outside Pelegiad and there weren't enough guards to disperse the crowd. Romanus Maximus, the oh so great Knight Protector of Pelegiad, had to do it himself. And it was not like he didn't know how to either.

"All right!" He shouted. He was Imperial who grew up in a small village in Tamriel. It was called Roma, ironic eh? His name was Latin for High Rome. Latin was the local dialect of the area of the village. But he knew English though. "Everybody go! Get out!" He drew out his shining Silver Longsword. It shone brightly in the moonlit night. It was so bright it could be used as a torch, and could blind people. All of the villagers disperesed, but the two drunk fighters.

The Nord, armed with a giant axe approached Romanus Maximus. "Ah boy! Dunt tell meh what tu do!" He swung the great two handed axe towards Romanus, but Romanus being no stranger to combat blocked the axe with longsword. A flick of the wrist caused the Nord to spin in the air and fall on the ground. The axe was destroyed also. One down one to go.

The drunken Dumner drew out a dagger. But this was nothing for Romanus, for under authority he had the right to kill him. Though to spare him, he merely slashed his wrist. "Ah! Me wrist!" Shouted the Dumner with his gruff voice. He was rolling on the ground writhing in pain I tell you, writhing. Romanus being the healer that he is healed his wound, but made him unconcious at the same time. The two were dragged to the Jail where they would spend an entire week.

Romanus Maximus, satisfied of another job well done, sheathed his magnificent Silver Longsword. He was about to walk back to the Fort when he spotted Canivus. He didn't know him, but he knew he was a Knight Protector, but he didn't know which fort. He approached him, the steel boots causing a sound everytime they stepped. The iron pauldrons going left and right to the motion of his body. His yellow exquisite pants being the most visible thing of him. But his Silver Longsword distinguished him from the rest of the men. And even worse, he wore the Silver Torso of the Imperial Guardsmen.

As soon as he was near he spoke. "If you're looking for the Protector." He said. "Then look behind you."

OOC: I don't mind, and neither will my character. The Morag Tong are very secretive; only the masters and grand master and Mephala know every member. And what name should we use for money? Cause I've heard three used (drakes, septims, gold pieces) and I'm not sure which one to use. I'm using drakes for this post, just tell me if I should change it.

IC: Rahkan steped off the silt strider onto the platform in Ald'run, embracing the night. The warm city was illuminated with dim lit lamps and the bright moon. Rahkan loved the night; it was the perfect time to hunt, and a better time to kill and not get caught. Rahkan made it down the platform and walked swiftly down the streets. Many people were out that night; finding Norem Dormar might prove to be harder then he thought. He walked up to a street pedler and leaned on the Altmer's cart. "What can you tell me about Norem Dormar?" The Khajiit asked the stranger.

"Nothing at the moment," the Altmer said, not even looking up. "But, I do need help paying my rent for the month. Buisness has been slow..." Rahkan smiled, and pulled out a pouch with 100 drakes in it and set it on the Altmer's cart. "Ah, now I know something. He lives in the house right behind the Fighter's guild." Rahkan turned to leave, but the Altmer put his hand on the Khajiit's shoulder. "But be warned; I've heard some strange noises from that house. A deep moaning, a horrible scream...almost as if someone is being constantly tortured in there."

"I'll keep that in mind," Rahkan said, pushing the pedler's hand of his shoulder. He walked down the street, sliping in and out of the shadows till he reached the house. Rahkan checked for windows; there were none, which was just what Rahkan had expected. Stupid Redoran...can't you put anything useful in your structures besides a roof and walls? Rahkan sighed, and then tried the door. Lock...another thing Rahkan had expected. The Khajiit reached into his pouch and pulled out his lock pick. Crouching, he checked to see if their were any guards around, then went to work on the door. After a few minutes of messing with the door, he broke the lock. Rahkan put away the lock pick and pulled out his dagger, an poisin enchanted Daedric dagger called Spider Bite. He knew his bow would be no use in this fight; the house was too small. He also quickly went over his incantation for his invisibility spell. He creeked open the door and slipped inside.

The house was a mess. Broken glass was everywhere on the floor, and there was blood on the walls. "CURSED" was carved into the wall, and crudly, as if they were done by a dying man. Rahkan quickly whispered is incantation, and vanished from sight. He quickly moved across the house, looking for Norem. The upstairs room was vacant. This house is quite, thought Rahkan, mabye too quite Just then, he heard a moaning come from downstairs. With the invisibility spell still on, he slipped down stairs and into the basement. And there, in a chair made of bones and blood, surrounded by dead bodies, sat Norem Dormar. His firery red hair reflected his youth, his skin was black as night, as dark as any Dunmers. His armor shone dimly in the light; partialy because it was rusted, but mostly because it was blood soaked. The helmet laid on the floor, and a rat was crawling in and out of it. Rahkan moved quickly into the shadows, where his invisibility spell wore off. He sat in the shadows, waiting for the almost lifeless body of Norem to move. When it did, Rahkan almost fell against the wall. Norem raised his body from the chair and moved to the wall oposite of Rahkan, the lit wall, with speed faster then that of an Argonian. He took his longsword and cut the wall, carving out the word "CURSED" onto the wall. So this is the life of a mad man... Rahkan thought. Then Norem turned, and Rahkan saw exactly what the Dunmer ment by cursed. Rahkan looked right into the mans cold eyes; they were a see of white, a tell-tale sign of vampirism.

"Come out of the shadows, servent of Mephala. I know you are here." Norem called. Rahkan slowly stepped out of his hiding place, dagger ready. "So, who wants me dead this time? The Legion, Redoran, the Temple? Who wants to continue their hunt for me, the vampire Norem Dormar. I have already killed many of your type." Norem stepped forward, bringing down the gleeming longsword. "What makes you think you will be any different?"

Rahkan purred. "Cause you have not fought one with the forces of magic. Even the greatest knights fall will to that of a mage." Norem smirked.

"That just may be, little Khajiit. Before you die, I think I will tell you my story." Norem smiled, and then sat on his "throne".

Arrogant pig, Rahkan thought, standing before Norem. He thinks himself a king, and that his story is worthwhile. I will entertain him...he does not know he is helping me. He stated to prepare his shield and sancturary incantaions instead of listening to the former knight's story.

"I was once a great Redoran knight; protector of honor and righteousness," Norem said, leaning on his sword. "Then, a vampire bit me, and converted me. I lay for three days, without any blood, ashamed of my disease. Then, they came. Legionares. They wanted to kill me. So I killed them." Norem smiled. "So, I have been killing anything that enters my lair. You, young Khajiit, are no exception." He quickly lifted himself out of his chair, and lunged at Rahkan.

OOC: Is Norem in Sadrith Mora?

((OOC: Bah, I jsut want to RP with Romanus))

OOC: Is Norem in Sadrith Mora?

OOC: No, Ald'run. I had to travel to get to him.

OOC: Want to play alone, or?...
And currency is really up to the player. Septims would be a term likely used by Imperials, Drakes, probably those who are born in Vvardenfell. And Gold Pieces would be just a generic term...I'll probably use that, depends.

IC:

As soon as he was near he spoke. "If you're looking for the Protector." He said. "Then look behind you."

Carnivus heard the man's voice behind him, and with great relief, he turned to it. He gave the Protector before him a quick look over, quite impressed, indeed, that armor and that sword would likely to be needed.

"Yes, I have came here seeking your aid. I am Carnivus Curio, the Knight Protector of Fort Moonmoth. You and I must speak in private...it's of a very urgant matter," Carnivus spoke bluntly, for despite the Imperial's way of formality, now was not the time...

Romanus nodded. "Very well. Follow me."

He led Canivus down the Main Road, it was quiet. The Guards were back from their patrol. The villagers were asleep, the torches burning brightly. The moon fully shone on the quiet little Village Fort. Of course, it was always quiet at night, except on drunk fights, they get pretty loud.

They entered the Fort, even more guards were inside. The stores were closed for the they were asleep. They went up the spiraling stairs, passing a torch every few seconds. After a few seconds they arrived at his room. Nothing much, just a bed, a closet some drawers. And a desk to work at. He sat down at his desk, his Imperial Shield sitting on the bed.

Romanus Maximus cleared his throat. "So what's going on?"

Carnivus followed Romanus closely, as if trying to quicken the pace. He was obviously troubled, hurried. As they tramped up the staircase, Canivus could hear the deep echoes as they walked up the scantly lit way. it was erie as to how much the Paligiad Fort reminded him for Fort Moonmoth.

ONce they had entered Romanus' chambers, Carnivus peeled off his Helm, even though it was relatively cool that night, sweat still formed easily along Carnivus' brow with the Helm on; and it cast a shimmer over his face.

"I am sorry that I simply burst in, but there are some serious troubles in Solstheim. Hah, that seems so far away, does it not? I took word from a messenger of Fort Frostmoth, that they are under siege...but not by what we would know as a threat...it's far worse than the beasts here, so I've heard...corprus beasts aside," Carnivus rambled on, untill he had worked up a slight pant.

after he was done explaining, he pulled the Werewolf's fang from under his belt, where it had been tucked safely under, and placed it upon the desk before Romanus...he hoped it would do the speaking for him.

"I know that they are far away, but we our duty bound to help them. as we speak, my Legionaires are rallying...but I seek support. I seek your support," he said with the determined voice...

Romanus picked up the fang, his eyes widened. It was as though he'd known before. He looked at his Longsword hanging from the waist. He stood up, still observing the fang. He threw the fang towards the wall, causing it to reflect back to him. He drew out his sword, cutting it in half while it flew towards the sword. The fang was now cut in half, on the floor just laying there. He sheathed his sword again and sat.

"Werewolves." He said. "Werewolves. The only thing that can kill them is magic and silver weaponry. Your Imperial Broadsword will do no good." He pointed to a bookshelf in the corner. "There's a book called "Nordic Myths". It will tell you what you need to know on werewolves. I cannot spare that many men. Pelegiad and other forts in Vvardenfell are undermanned."

He stood up and walked towards his bed. The reflection off the Shield was detailed so that it can be used as a mirror. And for the first time in years he picked it up and put it on his left arm. "Garrinus Varus will run the fort for me. I and 5 personal Guards will go. This will leave around 20 guards for Pelegiad."

He sighed. "If I could I would donate more, but unfortunately Tamriel doesn't want to spare me anymore. So let's go. I should already have 5 Guards waiting for me downstairs."

Carnivus studied his peer, his rage at the prospect seem to drive it all the mor ehome for him. He watched as he put on an enraged display, shattering the fang in two with his blade. As Romanus lifted his shield, Carnivus picked up the fang shards and put them away on his person.

Strange thing was, that his hand still felt cold after he had put the shards away...as if the magical frost of Solstheim was inhereent in all rthings from the northern reaches...even the devilish beasts.

"Garrinus Varus will run the fort for me. I and 5 personal Guards will go. This will leave around 20 guards for Pelegiad."

He sighed. "If I could I would donate more, but unfortunately Tamriel doesn't want to spare me anymore. So let's go. I should already have 5 Guards waiting for me downstairs."

"I understand, I cannot spare many either...in fact, I do not even know how many will be waiting for me upon our return trip. I hope it's enough, that's all I have to say." Carnivus turned for the door and headed back down the stairs, once more being hurried by forces greater than he.

Arrow fire echoed from the battlements; howls and growling yelpings rose from below, as the men held an uneasy upper hand over the things below. Claws scraped against stone, and the things came closer. "Away from the walls! Fall back!"
His order was obeyed without question, yet several went further; running for the locked front gate; hands scrambling over the bolt. A gasp as the Commanders sword passed through them
"Cowards! You would fail me and your Emperor!?" Chronos bellowed.
The hisses and grunts outside were ravenous and many; he sighed. Rain lashed down at him and his hair was pulled this way and that by the terrible howling winds.
"The Gods have forsaken us, and we are alone" he sighed.

Romanus, Canivus, and his 5 Guards were near the exit, the one facing Balmora this time. His 5 Guards were armed with the standard Imperial Uniform, but carried Silver Longswords also. Romanus was also suited up. He had his steel leggings and steel boots that looked like iron boots. His iron pauldrens, old, but worked as if they were new. His Imperial Shield hanging from his left arm and his Silver Longsword sheathed on his waist. All he had were 1,000 Drakes and a few extra supplies. No food, he ate from the wild.

He gestured to Canivus. "Heh. Werewolves, I hope Garrius runs this Village right. Hell, I hope there isn't a bandit raid either. I pray to Tiber Septim that nothing bad happens to be either." He let out a small chuckled. He unsheathed his sword towards the morning sun. "Lead the way!"

OOC: For the sake of the SL, I'm going to do a little fluid motion. I hope this is ok. The post isn't the greatest...but I was, hurried. Lol. Now, it will take two RP days to make it to Solstheim, which will be whenever all of those involved in this issue posts arriving at Solstheim/Battling for those two days.


IC:
He smiled wryly at the grandiose manner of his fellow Knight Protector, and led the way through the lowlands, towards the mountains. All the men were mounted on Guars, the squat reptilian creatures were well suited for long-range travel. They didn't need hardly as much food or water as Horses, easier to tend to. However, they were dumb. Very dumb.

The cool, brisk dawn gave way a dreary haze as the sun neared mid-sky. It had been several hours since they had left Paligiad, and they had finally passed the black mountain range...

There, twelve Legionaires awaited, along with Guars to carry them. There was so little time for them to prepare, the only thing they truly had was their equipment, and food for a few days. But that was enough, it would only take the rest of the day to get to Seyda Neen, and only two days sail to Solstheim. Carnivus just hoped it wouldn't be too late. The prospect of getting there at the greatest time seemed bleak.

After a few choice words, to the lack of ready legionaires, they started out post-haste, and actually made it to Seyda Neen a little before Sunset. There, he persuaded an Imperial ship Captain to take them to Solstheim...

Carnivus and Romanus stood at the docks, as the sun began to sink below the mountains. "So, here we are...the bastard of a ship captain is going to charge us each 20 Septims. Cheap, yes, but there truly is no honor among us these days...we shall gather our men and sail to Fort Fostmoth directly...and from there...I haven't a clue..."

Romanus let out a small chuckle. "20 Septims. Heh. I would threaten him but he's not worth my time." He sighed happily. "I remember when I came here. This was the only Province with empty Forts. I joined up and all they gave me was a chain mail suit." He scoffed. "Obviously I worked up from that. I was never into uniform procedures anyway."

He looked at his men. "My men can work with any weapon. Spears, bows, swords, axes. They are the highest ranking Guards in the Peligiad Guard. Hell, they should be Knight Bachelors, not Captains!" He let out a small chuckle. "But alas, the bureaucrats at Ebonheart say nay. Let's go, no time to go but the present!"

And so, Romanus and his men started loading their stuff and themselve inside the Imperial Ship.

OOC: I'll roleplay alone just until I've killed Norem. If anyone wants, they can try and intervene. Tell me if you want to, so that my next post doesn't have me killing him. Still working on the post.

OOC: I'll roleplay alone just until I've killed Norem. If anyone wants, they can try and intervene. Tell me if you want to, so that my next post doesn't have me killing him. Still working on the post.

I was hoping someone would mention that. I want this RP world to be something we can all participate and co-operate in. If anyone has any ideas, for something that can tie all of our Characters together into one SL, bring it up.

IC:
Romanus let out a small chuckle. "20 Septims. Heh. I would threaten him but he's not worth my time." He sighed happily. "I remember when I came here. This was the only Province with empty Forts. I joined up and all they gave me was a chain mail suit." He scoffed. "Obviously I worked up from that. I was never into uniform procedures anyway."

Carnivus turned back and looked over Vvardenfell once more, as if it would be the last time he would step foot on his proxy homeland. It may just very well have been. He replied to Romanus simply:

"Indeed, so would I. But this is far too important for argument. Far too much of a waste of time..."

He looked at his men. "My men can work with any weapon. Spears, bows, swords, axes. They are the highest ranking Guards in the Peligiad Guard. Hell, they should be Knight Bachelors, not Captains!" He let out a small chuckle. "But alas, the bureaucrats at Ebonheart say nay. Let's go, no time to go but the present!"

Atleast someone brought some seasoned warriors, thought Carnivus. His own band of Heros weren't the greatest. He figured Athene had something to do with that, she no doubt said who would stay and who would go, and it surely was no secret of their hatred for one another.

His best men had been sent to investigate the break out of Blight and Corprus monsters that still infected Red Mountain...his men, they were probably still out there...somewhere. Carnivus felt that lump in his chest, he felt horrible, leaving the Fort when his men may be in perrill. He feared for their lives...he feared for the lives of the brave, hwoever inexperianced, legionaires which were going with him to Solstheim. He feared for his own life as well.

They had boarded the ship in a short time, and gotten settled in, leaving the Guars behind...Solstheim was far too harsh for the warm-natured creatures. The ship raised anchor, with all nineteen of the soldiers, including Carnivus and Romanus. The wind was slow to guide them, as they snaked up the western shores of Vvardenfell.

It had been one day since the left...and Carnivus was at the bow of the ship, leaning against the raling, but not too much, he didn't trust the rickity condition this vessel was in. In fact, he was surprised it didn't simply fall to the sea bottom.

He watched the gnarled trees of the marshes surrounding Gnaar Mok. He had never looked on the land so serenely as this moment. Carnivus threw himself into the depths of remembrance, looking back through time as when he first saw Morrowind...and scorned it with detest. But now, as fifteen years had passed on, and he was nearing middle-age, Carnivus could not even think of leaving Morrowind for any other land.

His concentration was lost as he heard fumbling clunks of feet, as one of his younger Soldiers charged down the deck, holding his mouth as tightly as he could. His face had taken on a slightly greenish complection. The Legionaire leaned over the railing, next to Carnivus, he watched as he gave the slaughterfish that were escorting the ship something to eat on...

Carnivus laughed heartily, the first time had had laughed for a while. He pat the young soldier's back. "Get used to it. We still have a ways to go."

The legionaire looked up to Carnius and looked fearful..."Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be so disrespectful!"

"Calm down..." his startled nature made Carnius laugh even more, "I'm not going to lob your head off...you have given the Slaughterfish plenty to devour already."

The Legionaire looked to Carnius with a humbled grin. Now that Carnius got a good look at him, it was easy to see he was ynot only young...but basically a boy. This is what he had to fight with? What was supposed to battle against such ravenous beasts as Werewolves? The situation did, indeed, appear grim. But he didn't let the boy see that in his eyes.

Carnivus placed a single hand on the Soldier's shoulder and pointed out to the landscape. "Do you see that, young one?"

"Yes...I do," He said, perplexed.

"That, is Morrowind, the great lands of the Dunmer, conquered by the great Empire of Tiber Septim. You, are going to inheret this land some day...but first, you must fight for it, and pay your price with blood, sweat...and more often, tears. Remember, that no sacrifice is more worthy, than the one made for your home..." With that, Carnivus stepped away and made his way down to the lower-deck...leaving that fellow rather confused, which was apperant.

Carnivus didn't even bother to get the young man's name, but he did remember his face. He figured that if he survived this, his name would become legend, at least to a small band of people...and if not, his name would be forgotten to history, as so many heroes are...

Finally, that day passed on slowly, and the final day fo the voyage rolled in. The air turned firgid, and the waters turned grey and the waves shimmered. Solstheim was now visible off the horizon, as they appraoched at a disturbingly slow speed, as the wind chilled everyone who wasn't below decks. But the cold didn't bother Carnivus, for he knew that much mroe discomfort was to come, and much more pain was going to have to be taken then that of shivers...

The gates opened and Chronos strode forth, looking out across the now placid water; sighing lightly.
Long had this past night been, long and heavy and the hour grew terrible and late. The beasts were almost upon them before being driven off by the dawn.
He strode forth across the brick and mortar of the dock, and looked towards the Dunmer lands...A ship approached, still far off; but by god it was a ship, a ship of the Empire.
He looked back to the Fort and thanked whatever gods there were.
Hope had arrived anew. For first the Skaal and now his mens courage had failed him; and at last, a light sprang from blackness

Sorry Im comming in late for RP but would this character be acceptable.

Wood Elf (female) - Nalthia

Telvanni Master of Tel Uvirith
Non-Standard Magic User (Rogue/ Nightblade)
(Marked aptitude for Illusion and Destruction magick)

Suite of Glass Armor minus shield
Daedric Longbow (relatively good marksman)
Daedric Dagger

(this is assuming that it took the Nerevarine a fairly good amount of time to get to the point of killing Dagoth Ur)

Nalthia came into the world as an indentured servant in the employ of a House Hlaalu noble, Nevana Ules. As she grew in age and skill it became quite apparent to Nevana that Nalthia's skills with the bow would be put to best use guarding her person rather than cleaning the pots and pans.

Some years later her skill with the bow, unusually keen for even one of her race, attracted the attention of, Orvas Dren, a family friend of Nevana's. He offered to buy out Nalthia's indenture and a few drakes if she would help him take care of Telvanni Master Aryon. Aryon had been jockeying to break the Mages Guild monopoly on non-member services and Orvas informed Nalthia that it was in his interests that the Mages Guild monopoly continues. Little be know to Nalthia was that Orvas Dren, as head of the Camonna Tong, was making a substantial fortune through obtaining rare potion ingredients for the Mages Guild. As a show of gratitude Orvas equipped Nalthia with best Redoran armor and weapons money could buy.

The attack took place in Vivec late at night as Aryon was leaving the Foreign Quarter but it went horribly wrong. The arrows Nalthia was given by Orvas were supposedly designed to paralyze Aryon which would allow her to kill him with relative ease. They, however, did not work in this fashion. The arrow itself, while alone not enough to kill Master Aryon, would have normally wounded him greatly but in this instance it did nothing but bounce off of Master Aryon's robe. If the situation couldn't be made worse it was by the fact that the instant the arrow tip touched Aryon's robe Nalthia was paralyzed and knocked unconscious.

When Nalthia came to she was startled by the fact that she was alive at all, for Telvanni Wizards generally don't take kindly to attempted assassination. After a few moments the guards that were posted at the door, in a room that was curiously not of Telvanni architecture but of Imperial, left to presumably let a superior know that their prisoner had awakened. With in the span of a few minutes none other that Master Aryon came through the door and brusquely asked,

"Who from house Redoran sent you to kill me, why did they not use the more conventional means of the Mora Tong, and why did they whish you to fail in such a spectacular fashion?" All of the confusion that these questions caused must have shown on her face because Aryon with trifling annoyance in his voice he stated," I must have mistakenly assumed that you could understand what I was saying. If you can't give me any information then I'm afraid I will have to get rid of you," as he raised his right hand slightly, "some how."

"Dren!," Nalthia screamed, "I was sent by Orvas Dren!"

"Really," replied Aryon, a faint smile lining his mouth, "That would explain the Redoran equipment but why would Dren want me killed, and why would he throw away a marksman with as much talent as you posses?"

"I don't know why he didn't want me to succeed," as she regained some composure, "I was to be freed of my indenture to Nevana Ules if I killed you so. He said he didn't want you to break the Mage Guild service monopoly."

A pensive attitude fell over Aryon, as he began to lower himself toward a chair he said, "We have both been used as pawns would be by Orvas Dren. I know that you are speaking the truth because of a very weak Lesser Domination spell I put on you earlier.”

He made the same slight motion with his right hand as he had earlier, “He undoubtedly gave you the arrows that turned the tables on what would otherwise have been a successful assassination.” As he was talking he pulled an arrow out of his robes,

"After the attack I came upon you paralyzed and unconscious with the Ordinators close behind me. Not particularly wanting to explain the situation I grabbed you and transported the both of us back here to Tel Vos."

Aryon began to idly roll the arrow between his fingers as he said, "Because of the armor I naturally assumed the Redoran were behind this and have already sent them and Duke Dren, Orvas' brother, a letter that named them responsible for the assassination attempt.”

He took a deep breath and shaking his head he continued, “Now because I have falsely accused House Redoran of a crime their foolish sense of honor is no doubt pricked, which will severely limit their cooperation on the matter of revoking the Mage Guild monopoly.” The arrow disintegrated into dust.

Aryon stared absently at where the arrow had been for a few moments before asking, “Would you be interested in becoming a hireling of mine? With a little training in magick you, with your marksmanship skill, would become truly a force to be reckoned with. Of course you will be paid well for your skills.”

As Nalthia thought about how she had been used and betrayed for most of her life with out any gain of her own; she knew that her future lay with House Telvanni and along the path that Aryon had shown her. All she need do was to take the first step. “You have yourself new marksmen.” She somberly replied.

A few short years passed by and Nalthia rapidly rose through the ranks of House Telvanni, exceeding both Aryon’s expectations and her own. Within months of becoming Master Aryon’s Mouth at the Telvanni Council Master Aryon was making some covert suggestions that she may want to think about her own stronghold.

Then in the ensuing confusion following the Nerevarine and the inevitable collapse of the Empire he made some explicit suggestions that it would be better if an ally were to hold Tel Uvirith, and all one would need to do to gain the holding and the Council seat would be to kill whomever was in possession of Tel Uvirith at the time.

And so it was done.

Sorry about the length. I didn’t intend for a simple personal history to take this much time but these things take a life of their own now and again. Just let me know if you mind me joining or not. F.Y.I. my email is omega_zeta@hotmail.com put Morrowind in the subject line and it will make it past my filters but I’m not generally on Messenger so if you all decide to let me join I will be posting here.

ooc: I'm guessing no one wants to interfer with the death of Norem. I'll be heading up to Solstheim after Norem dies.

IC: Norem raised the sword as he lunged at Rahkan, who instantly cried out the incantation for his shield spell. A orb of purple magic lifted around Rahkan, and as the sword fell on it, it was deflected. Rahkan swiftly moved back, gaining distance between himself and the vampire.

"Your shield won't hold forever. And there are so many tricks you have in your little head before I kill you." Norem lunged again, but Rahkan swiftly dodged the blow.

"You are quite mistaken, vampire." Rahkan raised his arms, pulling the dagger to a ready position. The Khajiit lunged, making several swift slashes at Norem. The vampire, however, dodged all of them, and quickly sliced down at Rahkan. The sword penetrated the shield with a horible screech, and cut at Rahkan unarmored left arm. Rahkan moved quickly back as the blood fell from the wound onto the floor. Norem lunged at the wounded nightblade, who quickly jumped and landed behind Norem. Rahkan shouted an incantation, and layed his hand on Norem's back. Norem writhed with pain, as the Khajiit had cast a drain life spell on Norem, and the wounds on Rahkan were slowly being healed as Norem's life was draining away. The Dunmer broke away from Rahkan's grasp, and slashed again, this time cutting Rahkan's chest. The Khajiit howled in pain, but then slashed at Norem. The ebony dagger pierced the steel armor with a horrible screech, and Norem cried from the pain and the poisin the dagger brought. Norem moved back, injured and with armor bruised and battered.

"Stupid Khajiit. You won't be able to kill me." Norem stood tall, raising his sword. "You should of been a slave like the rest of your pathetic race. Then you might have a chance of living." Licking the blood from the sword, Norem smirked. "So, let's end this, shall we."

Damn it. The Khajiit thought, staying in a crouched, defensive position. He's too strong and too fast. Although he does have a weakness to my magic. Mabye Master Ayron's scroll will help. I just need a distraction. Norem screamed, and charged Rahkan. The Khajiit raised his dagger, and blocked the sword, and was thrown off his feet.

"See, I have you were I want you." Norem said. He lifted his sword and rushed towards the floored Rahkan. Rahkan shouted an arcane incantation, and a flash of light spewed from his hands, blinding Norem, who stopped his charge, screaming in agony. Rahkan moved quickly, pulling the scroll from his pouch. He quickly read the incantation. As he did, a firery portal opened from Oblivion. "Stupid curr." Norem said, gaining back his sight. "Your little plan didn't work. Not a single new scratch, and now your going to die."

"Not so, Dunmer." Rahkan quickly moved strafed around Norem. As the vampire turned, he saw a new opponent; the Khajiit now stood with a flame atronach at his side. The daedric being rached out at Norem, grasping the vampire in it's flaming arms. The Dunmer screached, the fire whipping against his skin and the hot coals of the golems arms scoarching his own arms. "Norem Dormar, my writ will be complete." Rahkan raised Spider Bite, and thrust it into the vampires heart. Norem screached again, and as the atronach dropped his body, Norem died. Rahkan with drew his blade, and removed the Norem's signet ring. He dispelled the flame atronach, and left the building, just as quietly as he had entered.

He slowled walked down the roads of Ald'run when a man, a Dunmer, stopped him. "Are you Rahkan Torkin, Lawman of House Telvanni?"

Rahkan turned, suspicious of the man's intentions. "That is I."

"Message for you from Master Ayron." The man handed the Khajiit a scroll, then cast a spell, and vanished. Rahkan wearily opened the scroll.

Rahkan Torkin, the scroll read, It is time for you to prove yourself able to be my mouth. There has been an uprising of werewolves in Solstheim. With this uprising, I have a sudden urge to learn of these beast of Hircine. Go to Solstheim, study the wolves, and report back. You may need to help the Imperial Legion defend their base at Solstheim. If need be, I will reemburse you. Good luck. Rahkan put the scroll in his pouch, and walked toward the Silt Strider. "One ride to Khull." The Khajiit said to the man at the Silt Strider. So, I'm to go to the land of the cold. How interesting. The Khajiit closed his eyes as he got on the silt strider. It was going to be a long journey.

OOC:

I'm playing Morrowind right now. I have the Game of The Year edition (with both expansions).

I never thought I'd see a Morrowind RP here at NS. I'm eager to see where this RP goes.

I haven't beat Morrowind yet, as I have only finished the first 1/4 of the game (finished the first few main quests, and loads of guild and Hlaalu quests).

OOC: Welcome, Logical Selfishness, you'll be a fine addition. If you need anything, any questions/comments, don't be afraid.

Monoma, come when you like, I hope this will be a long campaign.

And Sharina, I began with the original, for Xbox, then bought the GOY when it finally came out...Bloodmoon and Tribunal are great add-ons. Though I havne't played in a long while, if you need any hints, I'll surely help. :)

IC:
The battered wooden ship sloshed through the icey waves, towards the grey shores of Solstheim. Carnivus Curio stood at the front of the ship, his hands neatly folded behind him, he watched as the towers of Fort Frostmoth peaked just above the rolling, green hill. Despite all that he had heard of Solstheim, being a place were only beasts are King and old traditions rule, he couldn't help but see a certain rugged grace in it.

He had ordered his men to ready themselves, and he could hear them beneath his feet, rummaging around for their equipment, as well as a few muffled groans about how cold it had became. No matter, thought Carnivus. They're soldiers, they must learn dexterity. They did worry him, though, he could see in their eyes that not one of them had seen true combat, beyond a brigand alongside the road. Luckily, though, the Oracle used his influence over Athene, and forced her to plunder Fort Moonmoth's armory, giving the soldiers at least one thing they would need: Silver Swords. But he knew that a weapon was no equal to experiance.

Drawing nearer, he saw a lone Knight standing at the peer, watching their approach. Carnivus supposed that this was Chronos De Drakan himself, he wished it were the case in his mind, as only feet seperated the vessel from the docks. Carnivus didn't want to venture into an unknown world to him, without much supplies and little experiance in his stock, he surely didn't treasure the ideal of looking for him.

The crew wrangled the anchor and tossed it off the deck, plunging into the water, and eventually, tearing into the murky bottom. The ship jerked to a standstill. Carnivus sighed with a certain amount of relief, content that the voyage was over, but he wondered what he woudl be stepping into, as the gainplank was lowered to the stone and mortar dock. The hatch leading below deck swung to, and out marched his Soldiers in single file. Each of them were outfitted with stock Imperial armors, the crest of Tiber Septim emblazened on the cuirass.

Carnivus looked upon them, with a little pride, but he didn't let them know that, most of them would probably be dead by the end of this. He strapped his shield upon his left forearm and faced them.

"My Soldiers, welcome to Solstheim. I know nothing of this land, and I will not be so pretentious as to say that I know we will defeat it. For now, our Legion here is on the defencive. We have travelled here to defend, and aid them, for they are under attack by a great beast indeed, one that even I have never set eyes upon...werewolves," Carnivus held up half of the broken tooth, for them to behold, "we are here to slay these vile creatures, no matter their strength. No matter their power, we will drop every ounce of our blood to deny them our brothers'. I have faith in you, my Men and Women. Now! Onward to glory! May the Gods of the Nine protect us all!"

Carnivus led them out onto the gainplank, which trembled and bowed under the weight of the men as they marched onward, to the dock. They lined up behind their Knight Protector, as he stepped up to Chronos De Drakan.

Along with a quick salute, he said, "We came as soon as we heard. I am sorry it took us so long, but you must understand how far away we our from our usual territory. I, and the Knight Protector of Paligiad, Romanus Maximus, spared what soldiers we could to aid you. Though not much, we too are having issues with lack of manpower. But we will do what we must, with what we have. I am at your service..."

Carnivus looked on to the Fort, and he too, could hear the tremendous roars of quaking howls that seemed to pour from the land itself...and for some strange reason, Carnivus felt cursed. Cursed to be on such a land.

Romanus and company arrived at Solstheim. Romanus, a great leader when he needed to be anyway, looked at his men. They weren't strangers to combat. They were from the mainland of Morrowind or were part of the Fighters' Guild before joining. Hell, one of the Guards was part of the Theive's Guild but quit, why? I don't know.

Romanus got onto the dock, looking at his men he began a wonderful speech. "Gentlemen!" He shouted. "This is the day we've been waiting for! Today, we show the power of the Imperial Legion! We will save our brethren from the threat of werewolves!" He drew out his sword in the shining light and started pointing it at the guards. "You four, get the spears! You, give us long range cover! To arms!" "Huh!"

The 5 frenzied Guard and the charasmatic Romanus charged towards the fort, with Romanus himself leading the charge. 4 Guards behind him charging with long silver spears and the archer going behind them. They reached the fort looking at the chaos caused by the werewolves. They were awestruck. They haven't seen anything like this in their lives.

Romanus of course immediately took charge of the situation. "Archer!" He shouted. "Start patrolling over there!" He pointed at the direction of the wall that faced the forest. The archer ran up the stairs and then began patrolling that sector, with his bow out and shining silver arrows shining at his back. "I want the rest of you to take a position looking towards the forest, you will be the first to fight them."

Romanus cleared his throat. "I will look for the Knight manning this Fort." He sheathed his sword. Obviously he felt a bit embarrassed because of the charge, but he was sure that his presence would raise morale. "I am Romanus Maximus, Knight of Pelegiad!" He shouted. "I am looking for the Knight Protector of Solstheim!" He didn't need to shout of course, but it did help morale.

He then went off to search for the Knight.

Rahkan slept, as the boat from Khull to Solthseim drifted along the sea. He tossed in his sleep, his tail tossing about...

There he stood, in a land of ice and snow. Next to him was a women, who's skin was dark as the sky, and who's hair was like spider's silk. She would look like a normal person, but her arms were counted at 6, not 2. This was the Aspect of Mephala, the Webspinner. They were standing near a base...from the looks of it, it was Empirial. They stood their, waiting dilligintly. Soon, a man of pale skin came up to them. He was crudly dress, and wore a animals skull as a mask. In his hands, he had a spear, one that looked like it was made of animal bone as well. This, Rahkan knew, was the Aspect of Hircine, the hunter, creator of the werewolves. Next to Hircine was another man, but this one of mortal nature, a Nord. Before Rahkan's eyes, the Nord transformed into one of Hircine's creatures. Rahkan and the werewolf moved closer to each other, reading each other. Then they charged at each other. There was a flash of light...

"Mister, we are here. If you don't mind, I would like to deliever you and get off this island." A Dunmer stood over Rahkan. The Khajiit shook himself off and stood up.

So it was a dream...how wierd. Rahkan slowly walked up to the top of the ship. Mephala was telling me something... He looked out onto the land of Solstheim and looked at Fort Frostmoth. So this is the land of Hircine's great cures...it looks like the Empire has gotten it's self into a tight spot in it's quest for money. The Khajiit smirked, and headed off the boat. Might as well find the Knight Protector of this fort...mabye he can tell me something about the werewolves. Rahkan walked toward the fort looking for the man in charge.

OOC: Really short, but get's me onto Solstheim and into the story line.

OOC: Hoping I could join this too. Seems like you guys need a mage!
Here's my profile:

Name: Hasheen
Race: Argonian
Sex: Male
Class: Battle Mage
Sign: The Lady
Guilds: The Mage's Guild (4th level or whatever that is. I'll play some more when I get home to my Xbox)
Apprentace of House Redoran
Religion: Visits Temple rarely

Hasheen was born in Ald-Ruhn where his mother used to hold a position in the Mage's Guild. His father, an ally of House Redoran, was a local member of the Fighter's Guild. His father angered several members of the Fighter's Guild and was, along with his mother, assassinated. Hasheen was then taken in by the Mage's Guild and taught the ways of Alchemy, Mysticism, and Conjuration. He was also taught by his father's friends at the House Redoran the ways of Medium Armor and the Spear. Under his own direction he became a sucessful merchant by selling his potions, while at the same time learning the ways of Enchantment and Armory. His mother was a devout pilgrim of the Temple and so Hasheen has given much to the Temple. He is also a fierce abolitionist, as that was the way his father came to Vvardenfell. He occasionally hunts with his friends on the outskirts of town. His weaknesses include his excessive love of books, his materialism, and his extreme hatred of the Fighter's Guild.

IC: Hasheen came back from the temple to see how things were at the Guild. As he was passing a house he tripped and fell on his face. His new blue robe he had just gotten at the tradehouse was covered in mud. He looked up at what had tripped him and hissed. It was an old Dunmer wearing plain clothing. It was Dreth Helanit, his friend from the Redoran Under-Skar. Dreth was nearing his twilight but still had the spirit of a Journeyman.

Dreth laughed as he helped his friend up, "Haha! You took a good fall there!"
"Damn you Dunmer! This was a new robe I got for my Invisibility potions!"
"Greedy Bastard!" Dreth grunted. "Come with me to the Council Hall. Seems your mage friends and the Redoran are actually working together!"

Hasheen entered the large door on the Emperor Crab shell. Inside was his uncle and several Redoran Captains. His Uncle, Harakas, was in charge of the Ald'Ruhn Mage's Guild.
"Ahhh! 'Ssshee! My favorite little Argonian! Come, come! We have matters to discuss."
"Yes," grunted one of the Captains. He was the tallest and by the look of the crest on his brestplate, looked of a House Brother. "There is much to discuss. In Solstheim we sent a squad of troopers to assist the fort. Apparently, there is an attack on the Fort up there. Needless to say, we see no point in keeping our men there to die for a failing Empire. We need all the men we can use for the coming power vacuum."
"Yes, yesss," hissed Harakas. "The Mage's Guild also feels that they could use an ally here in Ald'Ruhn. The Guilds in Balmora and Sadrith Mora have presented an interest here in Ald'Ruhn."
"Well, we have no interest in the Guild's business ventures as the other Houses do. It makes much sense, really. Anyways, this council here has decided that sending some Mage's Guild persons to rescue the Redorans could prove... trusting."
"Alssso. If you could sssee what is attacking the Legion on Sssolstheim, it could end up in a promotion possssibly..." He winked.

Another Captain stepped forward, this one much shorter. "You will be sent with three Guild Warlocks, two Redoran Crusaders, and your Warrior friend here," pointing at Dreth.

The first Captain pulled a chest forward. "Here is your Armor. You will be given a Redoran Guard suit. Your spear is adequate for this mission. Good luck and may the spirits of the Tribunal watch over you."

Chronos moved towards the dock through billowing snow; wrapped in a red cloak, edged with the skin of great white wolves of the shores of Solstheim. He smiled at the sight of Imperial armor; warmed to the appearance of his brethern.
"Brothers! You have doubtlessly travelled far; and you must be exhausted from cold and your travel. Come forth; we have food, drink and warmth to offer; little help it is in this damned place...but I offer it freely." he gestured with his hands to the fort before moving to the Knight Protectors, shaking their hands in turn.
"It is good to see civilised men at last; the natives of this place are leaving, fleeing; maddened by the constant drums of the hunt. I fear that the heart may flee my men; as it has so many others; this is a cursed place. You saw what I sent you, I trust?" he patted his hand to a sword of silver.
"The Nords have schooled me well in my prey..."

Romanus chuckled, he drew out his Silver Longsword. It shone brightly in the sun, like always. "Well unfortunately, I already had one." He started moving his hand up and down the blade, his black steel gloves contrasting against the silvery blade. "I maintain it too. Now there are some things you're going to have to tell me."

He cleared his throat as he sheathed his sword back. "Okay Chronos de Drakan, tell me this. What is the state of your men? When did the attack begin? How many werewolves attack on average? How many men do you have? How many archers? I have a plan but I'll need to have that information."

He smirked. "And after this, you won't mind if we all have a drink to celebrate eh?"

"My men are weakened, disheartened and frightened...The attack has been raging for the last week; perhaps more. Time passes slower here; I cannot tell you how many of the vile things attack because I am too busy fighting for my life to sit and count the things...And we have few archers, half a dozen, perhaps. More men are stationed at Raven Rock; but I doubt there are many there that still draw breath..."
He sighed.
"Welcome to Hell"

Romanus chuckled. "Excellent. I'm sure that's more then enough men to defend the fort." He looked at the bleak Legionnares moping around talking about how they are going to die and that all hope is lost. Romanus sighed and started whispering to the de Draken. "Look." He whispered. "Your men are the most de-moralized soldiers I've ever seen. You need to start thinking positive outloud. Hell, I admit that we might all die. But unless you don't get charisma, your men won't fight to their full capicity."

He looked towards the broken end of the fort. "You better start covering the broken end of the fort. And see if you can get the Colonists to go here. You might have more men for defense. I'm off to talk to the Legionnares."

He started walking towards a Legionnare to have a conversation with him. And because I say so he's now wearing Knight Templar legs and boots with a silver Imperial torso with his shield on his back and his Silver Longsword is hanging from his side. Don't like it? Too bad, it's my character. Now back to the story, he approached a random Legionnare. "Hail." He said. "How are you doing today?"

OOC: How awsome! I'd love to join if I'd be able.

Name: Tacitus Valonii
Race: Imperial, Male
Class: Merchant
Religion: Doesn't have time
Affilitation: Friends with some theves' guild opperatives
Skills: Merchant with a small amount of summoning power (weapons/items only, no creatures), limited alchemy (to know what is useful and would sell), and moderate swordsmanship

Tacitus Valonii is still in Morrowind because the Empire's citizens still desires certain things native to the island, be they legal or not. He runs a moderate private trade in the usual imports and exports, and a much more profitable trade in the local "exotic" medications. While he doesn't directly participate in the slave trade, some of his contacts do, and he doesn't want to raise any problems for himself later.

IC: Balmora was a city with lots of things to sell. Rumors were it was the Nevarine's old HQ, while he was trying to prove himself to the people, and the surplus of strange and wonderful goods that had poured in to the city in those years certainly seemed to support that hypothosis. Either that or the thieves guild were holding out on exactly how much business they were doing here, and that didn't seem too likely.

Either way, that left a large cache of untaped resources, as merchants still scrambled to unload a large supply of swag without a market for it. Valonii loved comming to the markets here, there was alwasy something selling for a rediculous price. Last time, he'd bought almost 300lbs of old homeade vitality potions, which he'd gotten a huge profit from selling to a legion supplier back in the Empire. The fact that some of them had been tainted didin't bother him at all. Anyone with a little alchemaic training would have spotted that. That the supplier had been hung as a trator afterwords also didn't bother him.

Today should be an easy stroll through the local shops (and secretive back rooms) to find just the right combination of goods to make his return trip a wealthy one. Little did he know that a simple trip to Balmora would make his stay longer than he'd ever imagined.

Rahkan walked along to fort. Many of the Legionnare were avoiding him; probably because he had the seal of a Telvanni on his cloak and a look of an assassin in his eyes. He moved swiftly through the bustly. A Legionnare stopped him. "What are you doing here, Khajiit?" The Legionnare had a look of weariness in his eyes; fighting Hiricine's creatures was taking it's toll.

"I am looking for the leader of this fort. I have a proposistion for him." Rahkan smirked, and went on his way, still looking for the Knight Protector.

OOC: Welcome, Parthini and Featherstones America, I'm glad mroe people are coming along...now maybe we can have several SLs going, so that people don't have to take their Characters half way across the Gameworld just to play. :P

OOC: Sorry I didn't post any last night. My ex was bragging about how she's pregnant by her uber-boyfriend. So I have to celebrate with a bottle of vodka and painkillers. Joking. ;)

IC:

"My men are weakened, disheartened and frightened...The attack has been raging for the last week; perhaps more. Time passes slower here; I cannot tell you how many of the vile things attack because I am too busy fighting for my life to sit and count the things...And we have few archers, half a dozen, perhaps. More men are stationed at Raven Rock; but I doubt there are many there that still draw breath..."
He sighed.
"Welcome to Hell"

Carnivus stood and listened carefully, he didn't want a single slip of information, for it was all he had so far. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the great beasts which, so obivously, assailed the Fort, and he didn't want to. But he did want to be prepared if the chance came. "Thank you for the welcome," Carnvius said in sacrastic anicdote, "but these lands are far colder than any hell I have ever visited." Romanus cut in with a chuckle...

Romanus chuckled. "Excellent. I'm sure that's more then enough men to defend the fort." He looked at the bleak Legionnares moping around talking about how they are going to die and that all hope is lost. Romanus sighed and started whispering to the de Draken. "Look." He whispered. "Your men are the most de-moralized soldiers I've ever seen. You need to start thinking positive outloud. Hell, I admit that we might all die. But unless you don't get charisma, your men won't fight to their full capicity.

Carnivus was rather taken aback at his blunt honesty, but it was true. But why wouldn't it be? This was merely an outpost, in all honesty, a glorified one. It was isolated, and in danger. The only thing it had going for it, was the fact that the supply line - the sea - had not been cut off.

He watched on as Romanus barked orders, and Carnivus's brow furrowed in interest, as Romanus walked off to speak with his men. "Well, at least some of us are excited..." Carnivus said before turning to the despaired Chronos. "But fear naught, we're here now. And here we shall make our stand. IIf we are to die, then that , our fatess shall be...but we will not die alone, and we shall not die with a whimper."

"Captain Sarius!" Carnivus bellowed for the only officer that accompanied him.
Sarius ran up to the two Knights, with a nervousness that would only be foreshadowed by eagerness. Carnivus looked upon the men and women of his contengent, whom were still lined up, just as they were trained. Foolish. Of the Twelve, there were only four Archers, there were always a shortage of Archers when you needed them. The rest were swordsmen, outfitted with the Solver swords that were plundered from Moonmoth's armory.

"Sarius, I want two arches, and four swordsmen to post lookout. Set the Archers on towers opposite eachother, the swordsmen, patrol atop the walls in pairs. This will be thin, but we must relieve Chronos's gaurds where possible. Fresh eyes is where to start. I want them on high alert. If they see even a SHRUB move, I want them to let everyone know about it." Carnivus commanded.

The dutifuly Captain did as was told, and picked the ones that seemed most willing. They ran up towards the fort, almost blindly, for they didn't know the Fort. But they each found positions along the walls and towers eventually.

Carnivus looked towards the docks, that wretched Ship Captain was bickering, to himself, no less, about not recieving payment for the risky voyage. "Come with me, Sarius," Carnivus spoke, "Chronos, I am going to send the remainder of my men to Raven Rock. By ship...there is no need to risk lives by walking."

Carnivus headed towards the dock, with Sarius and six soldiers in tow. He approached the sea captain, with a disbainfull glare in his eyes. He knew it would be hard to persuade the Captain to take his men any further, without payment...which in honesty, he did have on hand.

"Where's my gold?!" The captain yelled, enraged, "you promised me 20 septim a head!"

Carnivus simply grabbed the captain by the neck of his tunic, the fabric tore somewhat, witht he force of the sudden jerk, as he reeled him nice and close, so he could hear every deathly word...

"You wretch! It is your duty to serve me!" Carnivus always hated throwing his rank in people's faces, but it was needed at times. "It is yoru duty to serve your brothers-at-arms! Tiber Septim himself commands that of all his Legions!"

The Captain, first looked fearful at the actions that Carnivus wraught, but choked it back with mochismo, "..and if I don't?!"

This enraged Carnivus even further, he took the man by the hair, and drug him a few feet by it, before literally holding his head out towards land. The howls of the werewolves is what awaited the Captain.

"Do you ehar that?! Do you?! That is a thousand ravnous beasts coming our way! If they come here without us being prepared, they are going to tear our flesh from our bones! If you don't help us, I will order your ship burned, so your flesh is devoured as well!" Carnivus yelled into his ear. Of course, one-thousand was a bit of an exagration, he hoped...but it had its effect.

"Ok! Ok! But I expect payment once we return to Vvardenfell! Whether you're dead or not!" The captain pulled away and returned to his ship, ordering his crew to raise anchor, preparing to be dispatched.

"Sarius," he beckoned his Captain, "I want you to take the rest of our men to Raven Rock. Give them what you can of our supplies, tell them that reinforcements have arrived...do not tell them how much. If any colonists wish to return, let them aboard ship. Same thing with wounded soldiers. Do not allow unscathed ones to return without good reason." He said to Captain Sarius.

Sarius rallied the five soldiers left, and they all marched onto the ship...

The ship had departed the port, and was on its short trip to Raven Rock. All the Legionaires stood on deck, weathering the cold, biting winds. All of them set their eyes on shore, watching for Raven Rock...and, with morbid curiosity, for the beasts they were supposed to fight. Sarius stood steadfast, watching for any sign of them, shadows, qquick movement...nothing. But he could hear their howls into the frigid winds...he could see their bright red eyes behind the cover of shadow and shrubs. He swore that at elast a couple of times, he locked eyes with them...and what he saw was a pure, ravenous evil...

This was the first time Sarius had ever been left in charge alone. He was young, only twenty-five, but he had been in battle. In fact, he was the only one under Carnivus's command, there, that had any real experiance. He was shocked that Carnivus even chose him to come...why not Athene? Of course, he knew the answer.

Athene was a betrayer, one could see it in her eyes. There were more men that could hav ebeen sent to the aid of Fort Frostmoth, but Athene did not order them sent...because the 'safety' of Balmora had to be assured. Which was false, Hlaalu did an excellent job of policing Balmora, the Legionaires at Moonmoth were there to secure the routes to it...which they had soldiers for, although stretched thin...they could have been sacrificed for this cause. Sarius could foresee, not only a battle for Fort Frostmoth, but perhaps even a battle for leadership of Moonmoth...as was the beaurocratic way.

It didn't take them long to reach Raven Rock, though, and soon, the ship had set anchor at the wooden docks there...

Rahkan Torkin watched as a ship had departed. It was obviously not heading to the mainland; it was probably heading towards Raven Rock, the only other Empireial colony on Solstheim. He cocked his head, for a Legionnare had not departed with the ship. The man stood in a very stiff position; he was obviously someone important. Rahkan walked up and stood next to the man. The Khajiit asked, "Are you the Knight Protector I seek?"

Hasheen tried on the new Bonemold armor. It fit him well except the pauldrons and the boots. He could make a good profit off of those. The Warlocks wore robes with a nice sheild spell on them, while the Crusaders wore iron plates and carried Ebony Maces given by the Temple. Dreth wore part Nordic, part Steel, part Bonemold armor with a beautiful Ebon y Ace he "took" from the Fighter's Guild.

The Small party set out of the West Gate towards Gnaar Mok, where 5 more Knights, 3 archers and an Enchanter awaited. As they walked west, Hasheen noticed that the land seemed to be more barren than usual. The Fauna seemed to have almost disappeared while most of the Trauma Roots had shrunken or died. As the party passed Dralene Falen's Guar Ranch, they noticed that the Guars were wandering around outside of the fence. Dreth ran over to the door and saw a note:

"To A Redoran Representative:
I have left for Tear to start over. Things have gotten more dangerous lately. I leave my remaining possessions to the Redoran cause."

"Well, looks like we have some Guar now!" said Dreth. Hasheen replied, "I'm not to sure. What if she needs these?" "She left a while ago, it seems. Anyways, aren't we a Redoran Cause?" replied the Crusader captain. Hasheen gave in and they each rode a guar. There were two others which had the supplies put on them. The party rode on through to Gnaar Mok.

As the party marched though the marsh, they noticed the lack of the abundand animals. Even Gnaar Mok seemed to lack people. As they got closer they noticed a Bosmer lying on the ground. He had an huge gash on his chest that was grossly infected. There didn't seem to be be anyone outside and there was only one ship in dock. However, there was another ship several hundred yards out. Hasheen looked in the ship and saw several other people who had the same marks on their bodies. They had warm clothes and must have been from Solstheim.

Hasheen ordered the Crusaders to guard the ship and the Warlocks to investigate the deaths of the town. Then he jumped in to find out what thet ship is doing out there.

OOC: Oh yeah. Can someone add that there are some Redoran troops up in Solstheim? You can get them killed or whatever. I just would like to go up there for a reason :P

OOC: I'm splitting threads, all In Character posts should be directed to: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7748404#post7748404

This Thread will remain as the Out-of-Character area, any questions/comments, or Character profiles/Entires, shall be placed here.

"Taccccitussss! My friend! Welcome back to Balmora!" came the ever annoying cry of "Gold Toung" Gerduu, the Argonian. "It'ssss been sssso long ssssincccce you've come to visit me!"

Tacitus sighed. Give one Argonian a free sample of skooma, and they'll never leave you alone. Gold Toung was a constant reminder never to get repeat customers you can't stand. He looked around and decided he couldn't fake ignorance of the loud 6'7" lizard. He'd just have to deal with him. He signed again, life could be so cruel.

"Taccccitussss, buddy, did you bring me any of that Imperial food that I love sssso much?" the Argonian was practically jumping up and down in anticipation. Wholely unlike their kind, but the locals were used to his antics.

"I suppose I did remember some, now how about 400 drakes for it, so long as you go quickly and start eating it." A discount for a moments peace didn't sound too bad. "Well, do you want your meal or not?"

"Yesss yess.... I'll be right off. Here you go." The Argonian replied as they made their exchange. "I have some interesting news for you too."

This was going to be good, Tacitus thought. Often the Argonian's news turned out to be about Dwemer ruins already stripped of their valuables, or smugglers opperating out of places Tacitus didn't care to go, and never would. But information was money, and once or twice, the Argonian actually had some useful and profitable news.

"They sssay that the Fort Moonmouth Commander, Carnivussss ssssomething issss looking for sssilver. Ssssilver ssswords to go to Ssssolssstheim." The Argonian amended, and looking pleased went on. "Although what they could be for issss anyone'ssss guesssss." Gold Toung wandered away leaving Tacitus alone to ponder his words.

"Silver Swords?" He thought to himself. "I didn't know there were any undead in the Norse colonies. Sure the Dunmer love to post undead all over their burial grounds here.... But I can't think of any reason for it in Solstheim."

He continued to ponder the situation as he talked to some of his other local contacts, none of which giving him any light as to why Carnivus Curio needed such weapons, or even knowing that he needed them at all. It all seemed rather strange, that a lone Argonian could know something the rest of the underworld lowlifes did not. Tacitius was tempted to just leave it at just the fevered ramblings of a Skooma addict, but something in the back of his mind told him otherwise. And that something had often been the provider of a great profit.

He spent the next five hours buying up the local surplus of silver weaponry. He briefly considered purchasing some magical swords as well, but discounted it. They were far too expensive, and he wanted to hedge his bet. Thinking in advance, he also picked up some of the local food and some mundane axes as well. A foriegn axe would look nice in a Norseman's hand, and he wouldn't walk away from this trip with no profit at all.

Loading up his crate, he prepped his recall scroll. For the life of him, he could never get the real spell to work, although his "mark" was spot on. In moments, he was looking at the towering splender of Vivec, as well as the local seat of Imperial Power in Morrowind (OOC: Sorry, for the life of me I can't think of the name), and much more importantly, it's docks.

Soon, and with a little help loading his crate from the local shore help (only lost him 30 drakes all told), he was in the water, and heading for the Imperial colony of Raven Rock.

(OOC: Drop me a TG if you have any ideas you want to share with me.)

Name: Hammer
Race:Orc
Sign:The Tower
Class:Mercenery
Faction: Fighter's Guild

Bio: Came from Cyrodil, and was an ambitious Legionnaire, until he was framed by the then-fledgling Thieve's Guild and sent to Morrowind. Dissillusioned, Hammer signed up for the Fighter Guild on the spot. For years he worked as a Mercenary, and liked it. Within a year, he was third in command. Soon after, he became second, after the second-in-command attempted to kill him, jealous of the up-and-coming fellow Orc. Then, he answered only to one person and one person only:Sjoring Hard-Heart. Hard-Heart was a hardy Nord, claiming to see the corruption of Morrowind; the Thieves Guild. He explained his plan to Hammer, who jumped at the chance to reap retribution upon the people responsible for his imprison.

Soon, one by one, the bosses of the Thieves Guild started getting killed off by Hammer- Sugar-Lips, Big Helda, all of them. Soon, only the Master Thief himself, Gentlemen Jim Stacy, remained. Hammer tracked him down to the canalworks of Vivec. The Master Thief's years of experience in stealth and combat was clearly apparent in the ensueing battle, but it wasn't enough to save him from Hammer's wrath. The Thieves Guild was far from finished, but they ceased to be as powerful and influential as they once were.

Proudly, Hammer marched into the Fighter's Guild, to tell Hard-Heart the news-only to face a shocking revelation. Sjoring Hard-Heart was using him to form an alliance with the Camonna Tong, an old criminal syndicate in Morrowind. He decided Hammer was too dangerous to be kept alive, but before he could draw his blade, Hammer slew him, and declared himself Master of the Fighter's Guild. Soon after, Orvas Dren, leader of the Comona Tong, was found dead. The message was clear: The time of the Comona Tong was finished. Guild bosses fled, but are even now being systematically hunted by Hammer and the Fighter's Guild.




Eqiupment:Lord's Mail, daedric greaves, ebony boots, Masque of Clavicus Vile, Daedric ax