"Malacath - he was changed by Boethiah because he tried to prevent the Chimeri exodus to Morrowind. Molag Bal - the Daedra that always tries to disrupt our heritage. As for weaknesses, Malacath is not a strong Daedric prince to begin with. He is the master of all simple-minded giants, and is one himself. Molag Bal is the prince of corruption, and I can think of no weaknesses of his besides his passions which can easily mean he is distracted, such as he has been many times throughout history," Ashina explained, trying to remember what she had been told about the Bad Daedra. She felt it was not enough, but it was more than everyone else in the room could have said. "But do not trust the writings of the Tribunal Temple in deciding how to fight these Daedra - they are to be trusted less than the Daedra themselves. But I would say that it is Molag Bal who has taken Vehk. Malacath would not have a quarrel with him - false gods never amuse each other, and Molag Bal and Vehk have unfinished business. As do Vehk and I..."

"When I last spoke to him, Boethiah said that she and Molag Bal are feuding. Perhaps we could ask him for help?" Assamma-Idan added, startling the Knights of the Nine. He didn't care. In fact, it was amusing to see their faces so shocked. They clearly hadn't heard much about Mephala...

I don't mind you taking control of me or my NPC Knights so long as it's somthing menial that they or I do, such as a simple neutral statment or a small action.
I'll post my reply soon.

[off-story]That's NOT a small action precisely What you decide now will change the life of your char forever, so choose wisely.

And it's your choice, not mine I'll wait for your answer before making the conclusion[/off-story]

lol, sorry. What I ment was you can speak for my chracter for simple things like, for exsample;

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"Are you sure?" Gavin asked the Guardsman.

Within his robes, Gavin's hand graps the hilt of his sword.

Gavin and his knights walked down the road, they spoke to each other as they walked.

***

These are things which would be common, but not actions which would be inportant. But, obviously, not decisoins. I would like to keep them myself.

Gavin listend to the party, but didn't add anything. He just sat on one of the chairs, calming paying attention. He already knew that this was coming. He could remeber his time in the Gates which he fought, so what was being said here was nothing new. His fellow knights were visably afriad, but Gavin's face remaned as calm as ever. Once the Cancerlor finished and a plan had been formed, Gavin stood up and spoke.
"I won't ly to you; This will not be like killing bandits on the roads." he walked over to one of the tall windows and looked out, back to the room. "I have been into Oblvion sevral times and returned, closing them, but every time we lost many people. It was not somthing I care to witness again." he turned to the party. "Death is not the worse thing to happen to you on the Plains. Even if we are able to close this Gate, then most of us will likly die."he let the silence in the room play out for a bit.
"I know spells and wards to protect us all from some of the effects of the Plain, but most of it can be cured with a good blade and spell." He turned to Ocato.
"As the Knight Commander of the Knights of the Nine, I officaily offer our help in the investigation and distruction of this Gate." Behind him, his knights nooded and agrred. Then he turned back to the other people, the ones who were not of his party.
"Your help in this will be greatly welcomed. You will be doing a good deed for Tamriel."
(reply any)

"Death is not the worse thing to happen to you on the Plains. Even if we are able to close this Gate, then most of us will likly die."he let the silence in the room play out for a bit.

Arthur looked at the ceiling, resigned. "Well, I CERTAINLY have not intention of dying there", -he said to himself- "If he and his bunch of wannabees wants to, it's their piece of cake". But he couldn't avoid of being surprised about the ignorance of those men about the Codills. "Well, all the better...hmm, how could I turn that ignorance into my advantage?".

After the emotive words the "wannabe-knight-captain" said, he stood up:

"Well, then it's all decided. The Knights will enter with me at the Gate, and Ashina will travel to the shrine of Boethiah to try to gain her favour to our cause. But Ashina, I want you to make something else for all of us".

Arthur took out his coinpurse, and gave Ashina 500 pieces of Gold (ASHINA RECEIVES 500 GOLD).

"Here, take this money and use it as an offering in order to be able to talk with Clavicus Vile. Try to know what is the prize we would've to pay in order to gain him for our cause, too. Sires, we're fighting against not one, but two daedric princes. We must get all the advantages and allies we could get."

"And now" -Arthur finishes his speech-, "if nobody has something to add, we can begin our missions".

"You want me to talk to Clavicus? Surely it would be best if we had the support of Daedra who I have had dealings with? Azura, Nocturnal, Boethiah, and Mephala, perhaps?" Ashina asked. "I'll seek audience with the former immediately, then."

"It won't hurt to check out Clavicus, too", replied Arthur. But as I've said...we need all the help we can get".

"Very well. But he is not an enemy of Molag Bal. This may mean they get the help."

"Have you summoned Azura before?" the Akaviri companion of Gavin asked, although he looked as if he knew the answers.

"Here," Ashina replied, walking up to him and pulling a picture from her robes. "http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/gallowglass_2008/Tila/ScreenShot64.jpg."

((sorry for the absense, busy day XD, I'll post soon though))

Lorn looked at the others and said "hmm... I would like to see that oblivion gate for my self... I would like to acompany the knights if it means killing a few creatures if that is all right with you." he then looked at Gavin then began to pet the troll before whispering somethign in it's ear and it began to calm down... "I used to live in a house full of trolls, the ones who don't go mad are actually very intelligent and calm but they don't seem to like certain colors..." He then released the chain he had been holding and surprisingly the troll didn't attack..

"hmm... I would like to see that oblivion gate for my self... I would like to acompany the knights if it means killing a few creatures if that is all right with you." said Lorn
"If you wish to journy with us, then you are free to do so, however. Do not take this task lightly. It will test you."
He turned to the room.
"Let it be known that you are now traveling with the Knights of the Nine. I will not tolirate any crimes, missdeeds. And I also do not care weather you accept me or not. If you want to travel to the Oblivion Gate safly, then do so under our watch. If not, they you risk death by chosing to travel alone. I assure you that you will have a better chance of surival traveling with us. I suggest we work togeather."
He ignored the looks that they gave him, he did not care. He was sure that he could deal with any miscriants, he had delt with worse.
Still, somthing about them told him that he would be dead afterwards.

Lorn nodded before saying to the troll "by Lodoss, will you stop stareing at those knights like they are food, you know better." Instantly the troll stopped and looked up at Lorn as if to say fine...


((Lodos is an ancient ancestor of Lorn's clan who kept them from becoming extinct...



also you won't see me on in the afternoons since spring break is over so I'll only be able to post in the evening and sometimes in the morning))

OOC Sorry if i my posts are delayed or i dotn get to post much. I live in sydney so when most Americans or Europeans are online im asleep or at school.

It was all like a wonderful dream. That first moment where you wake up and remember nothing of your life or identity. Than it all rushed back to him.He groaned and rolled over. The morning sun piercing through the leaves of the tree above him bright in his eyes. Slowly he got up and tried to fix his clothes in his tired stupor. Last night he remembered camping just across the lake of Imperial city. From where he sat putting on his knee length boots he could see the early birds going about their business on the docks.

Thendran looked down at his hands and remembered his encounter yesterday. Carefully he unwrapped the shawl from around his hands and tried to ignore the pain as it ripped away from the scabs. They still looked bloody. He knew he would have to find some sort of bandages today or it would become infected. He wrapped his hands again than carefully slipped one into the pocket of his leather jerkin , pulling out several faded coins. Three Septems he said to himself sarcastically . Great!. He dropped the septims back into his pocket. Thendran knew what he had to do. He picked up his meager belongings , strapped his weapons in their places than set off.

An hour later he stood in the shadow of one of the bigger buildings of the trade district.Just down the road a group of rich looking men were talking about something that was probably unimportant. He planned out his route carefully to make sure he could escape. Looking down at his injured hands Thendran knew a fight here would mostly result in his death. A quick snatch and escape it would have to be. Casually he moved from his hiding spot and blended into the crowd. Slowly he walked closer to the rich group until he was close enough to see the wrinkles on their smug little faces. He walked past them and without them noticing pulled a small wallet from one of their belts. He had gotten feet before he heard the sound he was dreading. "Stop you thief!" Thendran swore , he risked a quick glimpse behind him before he turned and bolted. He swore again. What a novice mistake letting the guards see him! He easily out ran those behind him. Another guard grabbed for him from the front but he sidestepped and laughed while he kept running. Out of the blue something crashed into him and brought him to the ground.He struggled and kicked a foot out and struck his attacker into the chest. He scrambled to his feet and realized one of the civilians had tried to bring him down. The sound of running footsteps increase as the guards neared him.
He sped off again in the way he was heading and suddenly changed direction into a alley way he had chosen early. He was safe. He just knew it! Than he stopped dead. At the end of the alley was a group of men , each wearing a signature purple face mask. The thieves brotherhood... An expression of shock crept onto his face than horror. As they turned around and saw him and began to walk towards him. Than behind him came to unmistakable sound of metal clad footsteps. The guards. Thendran quickly made up his mind. He would take the lesser of two horrific choices. He slowly turned around and walked back the way he came. At the end of the alley he was grabbed by the guards. One twisted his hands behind his back and slapped on a pair of heavy steel wrist irons , preventing him from moving his hands. They half pulled half walked him away. He was escorted in the direction of the imperial Palace. "This cant be good" he thought

Lorn was getting tired of waiting around inside the palace and headed outside to see some gaurds carrying away someone in his direction... He quickly ran up to them and asked "What did he do?"

one of the gaurds "mumbled pickpocket..."

Lorn then noticed his hands and asked "whats the fine?"

"considering the sum of money, three hundred septims..."

Lorn sighed as he pulled out 300 septims stateing "well there goes my retirement fund" he then laughed considering most adventurers never became old enough to retire and looked at Thendran, "let me see those hands, I know some basic healing spells and may be able to fix them up..." his hands began to glow a pure whitish blue color as he prepared to try and regenerate the skin cells before realising that he didn't know how long they had been wounded and said calmly "I sugest you wash that out first or it may get infected from the inside which would be worse..."



(( I'm sorry if that sounded too "ninja like" but I personally believe that the heal spells in oblivion regenerate skin cells and rejuvinate the body instead of just "making it stop bleeding"))

EDIT oopps didnt see your post there gallow , ill edit mine to make sense if you give me moment

As he was being escorted he saw a man run up to the guards. Thendran was surprised when the men paid the fine for him. 300 septims. Thats more than he could hope to earn in a year! When he was freed and rubbed his saw wrists. The man asked him about his hands which he found odd but he took the rough bandages off any way.

"Umm thank you for paying the fine..sir? he smiled at the man. "Ill take the advice to mind. I have to admit i tried to take that mans money as a way to buy some healing potions."

Lorn nodded "well... I worked with a priestess in bruma for so long that I can sense someone who is injured a mile away!" he laughed slightly as he remembered some of the gaurds he had seen who had lost limbs in the "heroes" attempt to open a great gate about 5 years ago... ((OOC: it didn't take place 5 years ago, just that he saw them still in bruma because they were useless without legs, arms, etc. and had to stay in bruma))

"I think I have a spare on me, it would probably work better then my healing magic..." he searched through his pack and after a few minutes sighed and said "I hope you haven't pissed off the divines or this will burn like a fireball..." as he slowly pulled out a bottle of water that the priestess, Isa Raman, had given him so long ago that was aparently able to "heal wounds" wtihin minutes and put a drop on both hands mumbling "hope she wasn't crazy..."

Thendran watched the thick blue liquid drop onto his hands and silently said a prayer to the nine in his head. Instead of a hot burning he felt a cooling sensation on his palms. The pain disappeared and the wound healed before his eyes. He moved his hands in front of his face in wonder. His village had never been big on magic and so he had never experienced it growing up. A big smile broke across his face and he could of hugged the man. He held a hand out.
" Thanks for this. By the way , my name is Thendran its good to meet you"

Lorn shaked Thendran's hand "Lorn Rocklaner, wanderer of Cyrodil and fighter guild member when I need the money." Lorn then walked inside as he heard someone yell murder... ((signing off for the night, bye!))

Thandran watched Lorn go inside the started to turn away. out of the corner of his eye he saw a guard watching him. Thandran gave him an death stare than walked away. Now that he had the problem of his injury fixed he thought it about time he get around to investigations. Having exhausted all other avenues of information he had but one choice ahead of him and he didnt like it. seek out and ask the thieves guild. Rumour was that they control a guild hall down near the docks so he headed in that direction. He was careful to make sure no guards followed him this time.

My character

Name - Rielle
Race - Woodelf (female)
Class - Aristocrat
Talents -
Speechcraft
Mercentile
Marksman
Alchemy
Sneak
Occupation - Aristocrat, heir to global trading company, politician, member of elder council, honourary member of the mages guild
Personality - Rielle is incredibly smart and beautiful. She comes from a very,very wealthy, respected family from Valenwood and often finances various scholarly adventures especially within the mages guid. Has a shrewd political mind. When dealing with the rich and selfish she is politically ruthless and cold; however is considered a humanitrarian and uses a great deal of her money to helping the homeless and poor and urges others to do the same.
Background - Rielle grew up in the various palaces of her parents and was expected to, when she was older, marry into a wealthy family and become a glorified housekeeper. However, that was not good enough for Rielle she wanted to wield power and pave her own existence into history and to do this she moved to Cyrodill - the hub of all political activity. With her brains and beauty she quickly ascended the halls of power; becoming great friends of the royal family. She married an old, dying, man who had a monopoly on the gem trade, and after his death she inherited his large, successful trading company further escalating her wealth. Now with Cyrodill facing its newest Deadric related problem Rielle is only to happy to come on board with both finance and her amazing talent with the bow (something she learnt against the wishes of her traditionalist family)
Overall morality - very, very good. Almost saintly. However, she is known to be cold, calculating and ruthless if the situation calls for it.

Welcome Damin Its good to have some contrasting characters in a rp. Now we have a warrior / fighter , a thief ( my character) , an assassin , a paladin and aristocratic mage/ marksmen.

Rielle was sitting in her luxurious apartments in the White Gold tower with her personal assistant discussing the recent developments of the 'new daedric crisis'.
Taking a sip of Tamika's finest wine from a silver goblet Rielle sighed.

"Again the council refuse to break their passive stance upon the whole crisis." she spoke to her assistant "I'm inclined to believe that they are waiting for another 'unknown' hero like in the previous crisis." Rielle looked at the minutes taken from the last council session.

"Hmph I doubt that will happen again. People of that calibre seem to have a habit of, for lack of a better term, not appearing? The council needs to make a stand, if I may say so, and meaning no disrespect, but I believe you need to urge action a bit harder...." spoke the assistant in reply

"Indeed you are right my friend. But at times like these we see how ineffective the council really is. The last time the daedric crisis occured in our empire, the council failed to assist the poor adventurer will they again take this role of inaction? For if they do, may the nine forbid it, I shall strive to ensure that our future saviour shall have all the best equipment and all the money they require to see that Cyrodill, nay Tamriel, remains secure - even if I bankrupt myself"

"Ma'am with the amount of money you have in the bank I find it highly doubtful that you will bankrupt yourself regardless of the excessive spending you go on an...."

"Perhaps I should take matters into my own hands my assistant. Spread the word, that I Rielle am searching for a hero. Hire a wharehouse near the docks and invite people who feel they have enough mettle to take up on such a task to come before me and other judges. Let it be known that those who pass this little 'test' will be rewarded with wealth beyond their dreams and official titles and palaces and whatever else it is they would like....spend whatever you need to to ensure that only the best pass. Go now, use the Black Horse Courier if need be use our contacts in the thieves and assasins guilds. Go now friend"

"Uh..." spoke the assistant "what about the council?"

Rielle turned to her friend and smiled, the smile that her assistant recognised as the expression she often had when dealing with the council and other ignorant politicians "I my dear shall handle the council....."

name: M'oiq

race: Khajiit

class: Hunter

Proficiences: Marksman, Blade, Light armour, Athletics, Acrobatics, Alchemy, Sneak

Occupation: A travelling hunter, not well known.

personality: slightly cocky, arrogant, stubborn, will come through when close to death, or something

background info: Will be revealed

diseases: Astral Vapors(?)

anthing else needed: Used to have a cave to himself, but it collapsed and also off the map, now lives in Bravil.

picture/apearance (optional): http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/9742/screenshot2xob.jpg

overall morality: Neutral

I know it's not much, But i'm a first timer, so if you will give me the chance to try out, thanks.

OOC Welcome Shard

Thandran found his way through the back ways to avoid the guards. He just new they would be itching to peg something on him after lorn has luckily freed him. He found himself in a dead end so decided to test out that "miracle" potion of lorns. He backed up a bit than ran at the wall and jumped at the last moment. He grabbed onto the top of the house and pulled himself up and onto the roof. He crouched in the warm sun and enjoyed the view of the harbor. The midday sun sparkling of its murky depths. He scanned the docks and saw the building that had been described to him by a beggar earlier. It was a large wooden structure amongst the houses bu the shore. Thandran planned out his path and began to run jump between the different roof tops. and eventually jumped off right outside the thieves guild headquarters.

Thandran checked to make sure no one was watching before approaching the doors and knocking on them. Immediately he was seized by multiple pairs of hands and pulled inside. Everything turned black as a burlap sack was pulled over his head and his arms were tied. He was pushed on a chair and left there. Whispers were vaguely audible through the thick fabric but he could distinguish what was being said. After several minutes the sack was pulled off him and daylight flooded in. He shook his head to clear up his head. He looked around and saw 5 men , all wearing leather of varying sorts. Thandran couldn't help but smile and was rewarded with a punch to the head. A smaller woodelf man walked forward and stood in front of him. He had an air of authority to him and Thandran could tell straight away this was the leader of the guild or at least this branch.

..." My name is Feniel acrollis , i am the leader of this chapter of the Thieves guild. Who sent you to trespass on our turf? Are you working for the Thieves BrotherHood?

Thandran didnt answer straight away. Instead he inspected this Feniel. Eventually he spoke up. " My name is Thandran Thame. I do not work for those b@#$%@#'s the Thieves Brotherhood. I would rather die first. I came here because i was seeking information.
"Well is that so Thandran ( a heavy accent was put on his name). And what is this information you are looking for?
Thandran openned a long pocket on the side of his leg and pulled out a long arrow. It had a golden shaft and a silver head.
"I want to know where this came from."

Feniel took the arrow. He sat down behind his desk in front of Thandran and looked at him for a long time. After several minutes of silence he through the arrow on the desk and than spoke " How can we trust you? you come off the street carrying many hidden weapons and ask of us without giving in return. hmm... First you will have to do something for us."He got out of his chair and started to pace. Just hours ago i got a note from one of my contacts in the upper society named Rielle. Apparently she wants good men to help her with some particular task. I would be more than willing to help out a friend but in this case i cant. Many of my men are caught up in this territory war with these "Thieves Brotherhood". For years we worked in tamriel without any real competition but now this new group has come out of no where. The difference with this brotherhood is that they will kill anyone who gets in the way of them making money. And unlike us they keep all of their loot themselves. They don't give any to charity or the poor. So if you wont this information you seek you find with my man Deian behind you and sign up at Rielle's warehouse. Show her we support our friends even in times of crises. Good now get out of my sight.

Thandran was released suddenly and got up. And nodded on Feniel than headed towards the door.he stopped before he reached it and looked at Deian. " Take me there now" he said.

Fifteen minutes later they were standing outside the entrance of the hired warehouse. Thandran looked at Deian as if asking him if he should go in or not. Deian nodded and Thendran turned back. he slowly walked through the doors.

OOC2 I gotta go for the night. Ill be on abit in the morning than after school tomorow ( my time so sydney time)