Quick! Escape with me to Oblivion! : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:50 am

(No longer accepting new players, if you want to join you must PM me first, and ask for special permission to join.)

Escape to Oblivion

Deep within the Imperial Dungeons of Cyrodiil City, a patient Wizard prepares to open a door to Oblivion.
The guard patroling goes out of the dungeon to get his lunch, it'll be awhile before the prisoners of the dungeon are checked on again.
He begins his spell, speaking in an ancient tongue; the air in the dungeon stills, before being svcked into an empty space before the Wizard, and light begins to shine from the area. A crack, a tear, then a rift begins to open -a door to another world. Where it goes is uncertain, even to the Wizard himself, but prehaps it'll be better than the rat infested and despictable hole the prisoners are currently in.

With a flick of his wrist, the doors to the cells all unlock with a simultaneous clink.

In his old and weathered voice, the Wizard whispers loud enough for all to hear "Quick! Escape with me to Oblivion".

Story

Set weeks after the Assasination of the Emperor, and the Destruction of Kvatch (and it's saving by the Saviour of Kvatch), however the Public are still unaware of Martin, and it's well before the Great Gate opening at Bruma.

We begin in one of the lower dungeons under the Imperial Prison. We are the prisoners whom have been sentanced to jail on for various reasons by the Imperial Authoritys (for whatever reason you choose, being framed, or sentanced by corrupt officials). This particular dungeon, like most of the dungeons in the Imperial Prison System, has been enchanted so that it is impossible to leave via Teleportation, but a Wizard Imprisoned for 20 years here has finally found a way to bypass this, and the perfect oppurtunity to escape -the Oblivion Crisis.
With the barrier to Oblivion weakened, he has found a way to open a one-way door to Oblivion. It is an oppurtunity that will never come again, but he is willing to take others along with him; the question is will you follow?

Where will you end up? No one knows, the Wizard doesn't even know himself, unable with the resources he has avaliable him to pinpoint what realm you'll end up in.

At some point in the story, a team of highly trained Imperial Battlemages will be deployed to either kill the Escapies, or bring them back. (These can be RPed by players when they are added, but permission is needed from me first).

Character sheet format

Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age:

Physical Appearance:
Personality:
Short Bio: Must include why you're currently in prison.

Everyone is currently wearing rags, however you have the option to pick up your 'old' gear from the evidence chest (if there's anything you want to pick up, however you're encouraged to pick up a whole new inventory when we travel to our destination).

Rules

0. 'The Wizard', is the Admin Character (played by me), and if you break the rules he'll do something to your character. These include, killing your character, turning your character into a newt (or other animal, vegetable, or mineral -sometimes he might make you guess :frog: ), teleporting your characters clothes a metre to the left (either leaving you embarresed, or helpless when you're fighting something). If your character is killed (by The Wizard) you must leave the RP.

1. No one is allowed to be the CoC, or [to have mantled] Sheogorath (or to be any other Main Character from TES Games).
2. No one-liners.
3. PM all character sheets to me aswell as posting them in the thread.
4. No short posts. All IC posts must be a minimum of 50 words.
5. No OOCs without also including and IC.
6. Romance and cursing are both fine.
7. No ubering/character controlling.
8. One character per-person, unless you've gotten permission from me.
9. No more people can join after The Wizard has gone through 'the Portal', however more characters (if approved by me) can be added, but won't be characters there from the start. The Wizard has now gone through.

The Characters (so far)

Name: The Wizard (owned by TOYB)
Race: Human, possibly Nord, Breton or Imperial, though his age has made it immpossible to tell.
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, atleast over 60, though 20 years in a Dungeon have weathered him well beyond whatever age he really is. He looks ancient.

Physical Appearance: Very old, weathered due to his past 20 years in prison. He wears a ragged robe, stiched back together and patched to many times to count, the only thing he was allowed to keep when he was oringally sentanced to prison.

Personality: Grandfather-ish, knows everyone in the dungeon and the comming-and-goings of the dungeon. He even gets on well enough with the guards, though this could merely be a guise to fool them. Deceptive, cunning, and has a quick mind even with his age. His motives apart from getting out of the dungeon are unclear.

Short Bio: He's been in prison for the past 20 years, and doesn't even quite remember why he's in there anymore. Till now, it's been impossible for him to escape, even with his ability to unlock doors. His strongest desire is to escape, and to reclaim his lost years with a new adventure.

Name: Damitus (owned by TOYB)
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 19

Physical Appearance: Young, with a a rougish look to him. Good looking, and yet to receive any scars, Brown hair (with streaks of grey), Blue Eyes, and 5'8" in Height. In good shape.

Personality: Rougish and deceptive, will steal from you if he has the chance, unempatheic to everyone around him, and only looking out for himself, though due to his age still is naive about alot of the world, even with his rough upbringing.

Short Bio: Born to Colovian Farmers, but ran away at the age of 13 when his family's farm was overrun by bandits. Became a street urchin in Skingrad, and joined the theives guild after a few years, though left entirely after a falling out (the guild refused to help him escape the law when he stole from Count Skingrad), then fled to the Imperial City. After a year living in the slums, doing occasional dirty work for people, he was apprehended by an ex-Blades Agent hired by the Count, and then sentenced to 11 years to the Imperial Prison. Currently having served one year in the prison, he's very eager to leave, and for some time has assumed The Wizard has been up to something.

Name: Araval (owned by Marn)
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Age: 25

Physical Appearance: Of middling height, broad and fine featured, Araval is a youthful Breton in the prime of his life. His body is toned, worked by exercise in prison. He possesses an air of soft breeding: a clever, sensual smile, a cute button nose turned up at the end, warm brown eyes, nigh-shoulder-length hair kept clean and smooth, creamy skin.

Personality: Possessed of a little low cunning, Araval is the archetypal highwayman. Bretic accent, roguish good looks, a quick and witty tongue, snappy retorts and a penchant for drink and womanizing, Araval is quick to make friends but quick also to lose them. Natural curiosity (read: suspicion) has led him to mistrust the Wizard, but follows his movements for interest.

Short Bio: Born and bred in the Nibenay to a couple of slight Breton church-goers, Araval was always a disappointment to his parents. Robbing, kidnapping and assaulting since he was cast out of home at 16, he has spent the next eight and a half years trying to do something with his life, despite reaching that goal in a roundabout way. Six months ago he was apprehended after failing to rob a merchant wagon on the Red Ring Road, and is keen to be released from prison, to one day do something that will earn his family's respect.

Name: Cirali (owned by Perapsam)
Race: High Elf (Altmer) - Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 127

Physical Appearance: As a Vampire, Cirali has yellow eyes, fangs, and looks fairly old - But even this is younger than his real age. He has Golden Blonde hair which is kept in an Oiled style, and has a stern, but hungry look on his face - the sort of look that makes you think he knows something that you don't. He is tall, skinny, and weak, but also extremely intelligent. He always wore a Green Double Brocade, a Green Silk Garment, and Green Velvet Shoes, as well as various enchanted rings and a Spelldrinker Amulet. He would also often wear a Green Robe Hood when needed, enchanted with Night Eye effects. He carried a dagger and also a Paralyze staff for special combat situations. Now, in prison, he was reduced to Sack Cloth garments and unchained Wrist Irons.

Personality: Cirali was cursed with the typical arrogance of Altmer, but he is not unkind and not prejudiced, although he is not patient. Cirali trained at the Arcane University before he was captured. He is also rich, and lived in a large manor in Skingrad, where he kept many of his life of adventuring's treasures and artefacts. he enjoys learning very much, and find many things more fascinating than scary, partly due to his extreme arrogance. His years at the University have rendered him magically potent, however, particularly in Conjuration, Destruction and Illusion magicks.

Short Bio: Cirali was born in Summerset Isle 127 years ago. he lived a fairly uneventful life until he turned 17, at which point he decided to set off on an adventure of learning and collecting. He was stricken by Vampirism at the age of 22. He fed quietly between explorations and adventures until he turned 89, at which point his Altmer fellows realized his identity. He came to Cyrodiil after a year of fleeing the Isle, and settled in Skingrad at 115 after several long years of running. But he couldn't keep his secret even then, after a thief caught him feeding on his housemaid. The thief was caught yet Cirali fled on, until finally being captured near the Drunken Dragon Inn at the age of 123. The Court had only allowed him to live due to some clever magical manipulation on his part, but he was sentenced to a lifetime in prison. He had been allowed to feed on only a few bottles of sheep blood a day with meals for the last four years, until now.

Name: Kilan Serilion (owned by raistlinmajere8)
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Physical Appearance: Kilan was tall, tall that is for a dark elf. He had medium length hair that flowed around his head naturally. The hair was white as as the dawn, and his eyes glowed red, thanks to his heritage.

Personality: Kilan was quiet. It was just natural to him, since he grew up practically alone. But when someone earned the trust of Kilan, they would be shocked to see what this quiet dark elf really was like. In the company of someone he trusts, Kilan, is a joyful and happy youth. He believes in his ideals and he would die for them.

Short Bio: Kilan was adopted and raised by an Orc, in Cheydinhal. The orc taught Kilan the ways of the Fighters Guild. And in many aspects this is where Kilan learned is stubbornness, and idealism. WHen Kilan turned twenty, he set out to travel Cyrodiil on his own. After a year of traveling, Kilan got thrown in the imperial jail. He was having a drink and food one night at the Merchant's Inn, when a great drunken Nord came into the bar. Well needless to say, Kilan would not stand for the Nords harsh words against the Dark Elves, and thus, Kilan was thrown in jail.

Name: Garend Arrivus (owned by BladeMaster07)
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 31

Physical Appearance: Tall and wiry, but strong enough. He stands around six feet, and weighing under one seventy, so he doesn't seem imposing. His meduim length blond hair and almond like brown eyes make him look rather young, and his eyes also betray his cunning and sharpness. His smile is near perfect, his two front teeth are actually gold and his nose, while previously broken, gives him a rustic look, along with the dark stubble he had grown in prison.
Personality: He is a slightly sharp witted guy, with a good sense of humor, and a cunning mind. He is a little on the sadistic side however, as he tends to [censored] his female victims and slowly kill his male victims, enjoying their sense of hopelessness as he takes pleasure from it.
Short Bio: Leading a small group of bandits, the Gold Teeth, he reveled in minor success for nearly three years, until they got careless and didn't properly scout a caravan beforehand, falling right into a Legion trap. Two of his men survived, and the three were sentenced to death. Now he awaits his hanging, andf has been waiting for nearly two weeks, kept separate from his mates.

Name: Nirabi Shashmassamissa (owned by Gallowglass)
Race: Dunmer Ashlander
Gender: Female
Age: 80

Physical appearance: Light blue skin, red eyes, dark brown hair in a ponytail twist.

Personality: Warm and open-minded, she is dogmatic but shows compassion and respect for others, and views that she does not agree with. Spirited and energetic, loyal and enthusiastic, she is laid back and quiet but has a fiery fanaticism when she puts her mind to something.

Short Bio: She is one of the most respected soldiers of Ashkhan Ashina Zelaku, who is fighting a guerrilla war against the Imperials in northern Cyrodiil. Captured after a betrayal by a gulakhan, Assamma-Idan, who she'd been a rival of since before the Zelaku Tribe was forced out of the Ashlanders, she longs for freedom, and will do anything to get it, and, provided it does not involve betrayal similar to that that imprisoned her, she will do anything to keep it.

Name: Salvius Nikotias (owned by Chriso123)
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 41

Physical Appearance: Salvius is quite tall standing at 6ft2 but very skinny and physically weak, he has scruffy hair just above shoulders length and his hair has greyed slightly due to lack of sunlight. He has an Enchanted Ring which fortifies his Magicka and makes him have the ability to Resist it slightly. He has a scar on his back from when he was attacked by a summoned Deadroth

Personality: Salvius is reasonbaly quiet and not very sociable as he is often in thought to himself but he is not rude towards people and can engage in conversation with people if he feels he wants to. He loves the Arcane arts and is Obssesed with the Daedra and Daedric Magic, practicing and studying the Daedra throughout his life has turned him a little mad but he is not completly insane. He is afraid of physical combat due to his weakness but if he feels it necassary to fight he will use his magicka. He also is not afriad to kill someone if he feels it is the right thing to do.

Short Bio: Salvius was a very normal person during his younger years, he lived in the Imperial City, was a member of the Arcane University and was inspired by the work of Morian Zenus, whilst he was there he practiced the Arcane arts but conjuration and Daedric Magic in secret. As he got older and felt more confident in his powers he Summoned the lesser Daedra of Molag Bal, the Daedroth, the Daedra instantly attacked Salvius and killed a Mage who heard the noises from upstairs and came to investiage, Salvius was expelled from the Guild and was left with a nasty scar on his back. Nonetheless he continued to practice Summoning Daedra in his house, at the age of 27 when he was more powerful he summoned another Daedroth, the Daedra didn't attack Salvius but killed his mother who entered the basemant a few minutes later. He was imprisoned for this act and has been in jail ever since secretly practicing Magicka.

Name: Kor'Ru (owned by Korroded-Korpse)
Race: Khajiit.
Gender: Male.
Age: 18

General Appearance: Kor'Ru stands 5ft 11in and his body is incredibly lithe and bony, visable even beneath his matted fur. He has golden eyes and his fur is smokey grey in color with dried-on ionised blood stains covering the majority. A ghastly sight to behold, a mass of bandages cover his arms which are bound tightly behind his back. His stance is an unstable one as he leans forth and has no defensive position to take. His eyes are penetrating and seem to bore straight through you, but quite often he will be staring at the sky or ceiling. Countless scars are scattered all over his body, they appear to be claw marks and make strange patterns that overlap each other. A pair of ragged, torn slacks are all that make him seem human. The shackles on his ankles have short broken chains hanging from them. His wrists are bound together behind his back and strapped to a belt around his midriff, making his arms immobile. His hands are completely bound in bandages, so tightly he cannot bend his fingers or make a fist. His neck has a iron brace to keep it straight, causing him to have a constantly raised chin; this combined with his restrained arms, forces him to have a slouched, front-heavy stance.

Personality: Sadomasochistic and sadistic, twisted and gruesome. He often has an uncontrollable urge to cause pain to himself and anyone unfortunate enough to be close by. The urge focus' on himself most of the time but occasionally his eyes hone in on a certain person and his urges will not be sated until he has shared pain with them. He is foolish and headstrong, rushing into things before he has a chance to think.

Short Bio: An abandoned child left in the gutter; Kor'Ru developed a nervous disorder in which he would scratch himself mindlessly until something snapped him back to reality. The scratching sensation comforted him, much like a cat rubbing itself against a tree. After a while this habit worsened considerably until he began scarring himself with his sharp claws. At one time in his 17th year, someone happened upon him in the street and offered a hand to heal his wounds, but Kor'Ru just saw the outstretched arm and without thought dug his claws deep into the persons flesh, pulling open a huge gash. The city guard chased him out to the forests where he disappeared and became a vagabond. He hunted deer like a feral beast, finding satisfaction in slowly massacring them. One day he attacked a travelling merchant and did unspeakable things to her, sharing pain and reaping pleasure. A roaming legion guard found him and the woman who was barely alive and moaning in pain weakly, both were covered in each other's blood but Kor'Ru was crouching over the woman, staring at her. The guard instantly moved in and apprehended Kor'Ru while he was entranced. Kor'Ru was thrown into prison and restrained to prevent him causing damage to himself or anyone else; he has been in jail little over a week.

Name: Hortharr the Cold Hearted (owned by SteeleKnight)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 32

Phyiscal Appearance: A tall, broad shouldered Nord with long blonde hair, with a blue facial tattoo typical of the Nords of Skyrim. Slightly tan skin from the reflection of the sun on the Nordic Tundra, Hortharr has kept himself in shape inside of the prision despite the poor nutrition and lack of room inside of his cell.

Personality: Hortharr is a quiet and calm Nord, yet loses control of himself during his anger. Sarcastic with a caustic sense of humor, he brings humor to testing situations.

Short Bio: Bieng born in the Nordic Tundra to a family of traveling nomads, Hortharr had very little experience with civilized life before leaving his nomadic family. Losing his temper at a thief he ended up killing the thief and erasing all evidence of the thief's break in. This resulted in his imprisionment in the Imperial Prison.

In your first post:

You've just heard an old man say 'Quick! Escape with me to Oblivion', the sound of a portal opening. The guards from above are certain to come down to check on the prisoners soon, so you must be quick, and to the only other way out of the dungeon goes past them (and to go that way would get you killed). Your cell has been magically unlocked by The Wizard. Please include your character sheet (aswell as PMing it to me).
The post should contain everything from the player first hearing the Wizard to your character going through the portal. You cannot yet describe where you end up until the Wizard himself goes through the portal (and thus sealing it), and he'll be the first to describe the destination when you get there (aswell as telling you the realm you'll have entered).

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 1:25 pm

OOC: The Old Ye Bard! You appear to have missed out my character's name where the sheet is posted.

Looking forward to this RP very much, can't wait.

The Prisons

Araval lifted a dirty, albeit combed, curtain of hair off his face at the chink of metal bits. Pushing himself up by way of the wall, he groped along the grimy bricks, feeling the sandpapery texture underneath his dry, cracked hands. There were no other guards around, not the twinkle of a pommel, the glimmer of a mail aventail, nor the click-clack of jack boots on cold flagstones. With one eyebrow raised in curiosity, the flamboyant figure, elegant and delightful even in hunger and desperation, nudged the door of his cell open and jumped dramatically into the corridor...

In his old and weathered voice, the wizard whispered loud enough for all to hear "Quick! Escape with me to Oblivion."

Araval landed with his legs apart in a powerful position and spun to see the strange wizard whispering something. Something important. Something that would change everything.

Without a second thought, Araval nodded. "Damn right old man, I'm coming." Prison was never a lovely place, especially not for a man used to roaming the countryside plundering and stabbing with the pointy end of a dagger on his every whim. It was not only the opposite of freedom in the literal sense, but it felt different in the strangest ways. It tasted like bones and dust and ashes. It smelled like rusty metal and fish and sickness and death. Above all, it was boring. There was nothing to look at, nothing to do, and nothing to enjoy or appreciate whatsoever. No, no. These bastards won't keep me in no longer, nope, I'm Araval, and I have a name to make. I'm not having my name ruined by a prison sentence!

» Fri Nov 13, 2009 1:47 am

OOC: Haha, sorry Marn, will fix asap!

IC (Damitus):

Damitus sat in his cell as the door made a noise, the mechanism inside unlocking itself. A whisper down the corridor calling him to escape -his chance.
Silently he sprang into action, grabbing what little he had in his cell (to be certain, it was such a little and poor amount it's hardly worth mentioning -only but a small amount of rat meat rapped in a dirty rag).

Out of his cell, he quickly crept further down the dungeon corridor. Others can be heard getting up and moving too -Damitus hearing the familar sound of Araval's voice, a man whom had been imprisioned half-way through his own stay in the dungeon.
The dust on the stone floor swept past him, as if being svcked away by the breath of a monster -he was beckoned to follow it, even if this monster were to eat him.
Passing the other now-opened cells, to the last one on the left, and a great glowing door stood before him, shimmers of light falling through it, slashing the dull cell with rainbows of colour.

The Wizard standing beside the swirling portal smiles at him, his arm gesturing for him to make the leap into uncertainty.

Damitus looks again into the doorway. A deep breath is taken, legs begin to move; Damitus runs ahead past the Wizard and jumps straight forward into the unknown.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 12:58 pm

I'll pm this, as well.

Nirabi would lick me if she knew I was going to enlist her into helping Cyrodiil. Luckily, she's not real :foodndrink:

Name: Nirabi Shashmassamissa
Race: Dunmer Ashlander
Gender: Female
Age: 80
Physical appearance: Light blue skin, red eyes, dark brown hair in a ponytail twist.
Personality: Warm and open-minded, she is dogmatic but shows compassion and respect for others, and views that she does not agree with. Spirited and energetic, loyal and enthusiastic, she is laid back and quiet but has a fiery fanaticism when she puts her mind to something.
Background Info: She is one of the most respected soldiers of Ashkhan Ashina Zelaku, who is fighting a guerrilla war against the Imperials in northern Cyrodiil. Captured after a betrayal by a gulakhan, Assamma-Idan, who she'd been a rival of since before the Zelaku Tribe was forced out of the Ashlanders, she longs for freedom, and will do anything to get it, and, provided it does not involve betrayal similar to that that imprisoned her, she will do anything to keep it.

IC:

Nirabi stared at the walls of her prison. She could hear the dull roar of the city's crowded streets, as wheels trundled through the pools of rainwater beneath a bright, cloudless sky, the air moist from the drizzle of the night before. She could hear the waves breaking on the rocks, and the wind in the trees, but it was distorted by the thick granite walls and the echoes along the corridor outside the door. There were the sounds of other prisoners twisting and turning on their bedrolls as they slept, dreaming of the things from the white glistening cliffs of Summerset Isle to the frozen plains where snowy steppe met plains of ash in the Telvanni Islands. Their dreams reached Nirabi. She had a sense for that sort of thing. She could tell what other people wanted, and what they'd do to get it.

But suddenly something interrupted her thoughts. It was not a sound, it was not a sight - no sudden boom or a flash in the corner of the room. But it jumped her, as it tore through the air around her. A sudden rush, like a wind, but one that she didn't feel. It swept her, blowing her scattered thoughts from her head, and she rose to the challenge. She knew the Daedra. She knew that they were close. That felt odd, considering that she was in an Imperial prison.

But a portal had appeared, and she wouldn't have had it any other way but to walk through it as her last chance at freedom. So she did.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 2:04 pm

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» Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:48 am

Name: Garend Arrivus
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 31

Physical Appearance: Tall and wiry, but strong enough. He stands around six feet, and weighing under one seventy, so he doesn't seem imposing. His meduim length blond hair and almond like brown eyes make him look rather young, and his eyes also betray his cunning and sharpness. His smile is near perfect, his two front teeth are actually gold and his nose, while previously broken, gives him a rustic look, along with the dark stubble he had grown in prison.

Personality: He is a slightly sharp witted guy, with a good sense of humor, and a cunning mind. He is a little on the sadistic side however, as he tends to [censored] his female victims and slowly kill his male victims, enjoying their sense of hopelessness as he takes pleasure from it.

Short Bio: Leading a small group of bandits, the Gold Teeth, he reveled in minor success for nearly three years, until they got careless and didn't properly scout a caravan beforehand, falling right into a Legion trap. Two of his men survived, and the three were sentenced to death. Now he awaits his hanging, andf has been waiting for nearly two weeks, kept separate from his mates.

Garend

The Bandit sat on the cold stone floor, picking the [censored] meat from between his golden teeth with a splinter, staring at a random spot on the ground, as his thoughts wandered all over the place, from some of his more successful "hits" to his less than honroable thoughts to what he might do to that Dunmer woman if they shared a bed, to times when they would just lounge around, drinking and throwing bones.

His mind came back to earth as he stabbed himself in the gums, and he swore loudly, throwing the splinter away and standing up, moving over to the bars. He wrapped his hands around them, and poked his face through the metal bars that so entrapped him, looking to see where the guards were. He wanted to strike up a conversation with somebody, and the inmates were mostly self-centered bastards.

He started looking the other way, and he jumped back as there was a flash, and a voice whispered harshly, "Quick! Escape with me to Oblivion!", and Garend rushed to see what it was, going to grab the bars on the gate, only to stumble forwards when the door flew open, and the bandit stumbled face forwards on the dirty floor. He jumped to his feet quickly, watching as a Dunmer prisoner rushed through....

"A Gate!?" he asked loudly, shutting his mouth as he realized how loud he was being. "What the hell is this?" he asked himself as he stepped closer, glancing around to see if the guards had noticed anything. There was an old man, smiling and gesturing towards the Gate, like he was promising freedom, and Garend really didn't need to be told twice, as he rushed forwards, his mind not clear as he only sensed a possible way from his certain doom.

He wore only rags, and had no weapons at all, as everything had been stripped as soon as he was captured and tossed away, but he nearly dove into the portal, and into the unknown fate that awaited him....

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:33 pm

Name: Salvius Nikotias
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 41

Physical Appearance: Salvius is quite tall standing at 6ft2 but very skinny and physically weak, he has scruffy hair just above shoulders length and his hair has greyed slightly due to lack of sunlight. He has an Enchanted Ring which fortifies his Magicka and makes him have the ability to Resist it slightly. He has a scar on his back from when he was attacked by a summoned Deadroth

Personality: Salvius is reasonbaly quiet and not very sociable as he is often in thought to himself but he is not rude towards people and can engage in conversation with people if he feels he wants to. He loves the Arcane arts and is Obssesed with the Daedra and Daedric Magic, practicing and studying the Daedra throughout his life has turned him a little mad but he is not completly insane. He is afraid of physical combat due to his weakness but if he feels it necassary to fight he will use his magicka. He also is not afriad to kill someone if he feels it is the right thing to do.

Short Bio: Salvius was a very normal person during his younger years, he lived in the Imperial City, was a member of the Arcane University and was inspired by the work of Morian Zenus, whilst he was there he practiced the Arcane arts but conjuration and Daedric Magic in secret. As he got older and felt more confident in his powers he Summoned the lesser Daedra of Molag Bal, the Daedroth, the Daedra instantly attacked Salvius and killed a Mage who heard the noises from upstairs and came to investiage, Salvius was expelled from the Guild and was left with a nasty scar on his back. Nonetheless he continued to practice Summoning Daedra in his house, at the age of 27 when he was more powerful he summoned another Daedroth, the Daedra didn't attack Salvius but killed his mother who entered the basemant a few minutes later. He was imprisoned for this act and has been in jail ever since secretly practicing Magicka.

OOC:There is more to the story but I need to edit A LOT of it out haha.
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IC:Salvius was sitting in the shadows of his cell casting a minor fireball spell in his hands to warm him from the cold, damp conditions of the cell, he hated the conditions of the Dungeon although it reminded him of when he would practice Magic in the basemants during his younger years, but it also gave him bad memories of his mother dying in a cold, damp basemant. However even if he was ever released Salvius would still probably Practice Daedric Magic, just more carefully.

After a few minutes of him sitting in silence deep in thought Salvius felt the air go still, he looked up to see his cell door swing open, and in the cell opposite to him he saw a Magical portal and then heard the Wizard whisper,''Quick, escape with me to Oblivion!'', suddenly thoughts started rushing through Salvius's head. How is this possible? I thought this type of magic was impossible to cast in these prison's? Going through the portal could either give me freedom if the realm is somewhere like The Shivering Isles or Moonshadow or my death if the realm is somewhere like Ashpit. After a few seconds of pondering on these thoughts, Salvius realized that he was not going to be released anytime soon and travelling to Oblivion was his life long dream. Salvius got onto his feet with the little strength he had and walked towards the portal, he saw a chest next to it with all the prisoner's belonging's, he smiled as he saw his old robe, his enchanted ring and his Staff of Shock, he slipped on his robe, put on his ring and clipped the staff to his back, ''Nice to have these back'', Salvius said quietly with a slight chuckle. He looked at The Wizard who gestured towards the portal as if he promised freedom and safety. Salvius took a deep breath and caustiously stept into the Unknown having no idea what to expect or what has going to happen.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:23 pm

Name: Kilan Serilion (owned by raistlinmajere8)
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Physical Appearance: Kilan was tall, tall that is for a dark elf. He had medium length hair that flowed around his head naturally. The hair was white as as the dawn, and his eyes glowed red, thanks to his heritage.

Personality: Kilan was quiet. It was just natural to him, since he grew up practically alone. But when someone earned the trust of Kilan, they would be shocked to see what this quiet dark elf really was like. In the company of someone he trusts, Kilan, is a joyful and happy youth. He believes in his ideals and he would die for them.

Short Bio: Kilan was adopted and raised by an Orc, in Cheydinhal. The orc taught Kilan the ways of the Fighters Guild. And in many aspects this is where Kilan learned is stubbornness, and idealism. WHen Kilan turned twenty, he set out to travel Cyrodiil on his own. After a year of traveling, Kilan got thrown in the imperial jail. He was having a drink and food one night at the Merchant's Inn, when a great drunken Nord came into the bar. Well needless to say, Kilan would not stand for the Nords harsh words against the Dark Elves, and thus, Kilan was thrown in jail.

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Two rays of light shone in on the dark room. Two rays of gleaming hope, to Kilan's eyes. He sat, staring up longingly at the window, blissfully thinking about the outside world. Kilan missed the green pastures, the towering forests. The sweet breeze, and the flowers. If it was't for that stupid, ignorant Nord, I wouldn't even be in here! That was in the past though, and Kilan could not think about it, it would only do more harm than good.

"Come with me! If you want to get out of this prison, Come with me to Oblivion!"

The voice sounded out like a trumpet in the silence. Kilan looked up, and ran to his cell door. Oblivion! Kilan had heard about the realm of Oblivion, and the fearsome Daedra. But Kilan paid no heed to the warnings in his head, and he called out to the mage, "Yes! I'll come! Just let me outta here." The mage obliged, and magically unlocked the door, and Kilan burst out. He noticed a chest at the end of the corridor, next to a gate. Kilan ran to the chest, and retrieved his leather armor, his elven Longsword, and his eleven bow and quiver with 50 fine elven arrows. The other prisoners had gathered around the mage, and the Gate. The rest of the prisoners had grabbed their old gear, and the group looked more like a war-party than a band of prisoners. They all nodded at each other, and plunged into the depths of Oblivion.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 1:41 pm

Name: Hortharr the Cold Hearted
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 32

Phyiscal Appearance: A tall, broad shouldered Nord with long blonde hair, with a blue facial tattoo typical of the Nords of Skyrim. Slightly tan skin from the reflection of the sun on the Nordic Tundra, Hortharr has kept himself in shape inside of the prision despite the poor nutrition and lack of room inside of his cell.

Personality: Hortharr is a quiet and calm Nord, yet loses control of himself during his anger. Sarcastic with a caustic sense of humor, he brings humor to testing situations.

Short Bio: Bieng born in the Nordic Tundra to a family of traveling nomads, Hortharr had very little experience with civilized life before leaving his nomadic family. Losing his temper at a thief he ended up killing the thief and erasing all evidence of the thief's break in. This resulted in his imprisionment in the Imperial Prison.

(Im new to Roleplaying, sorry if it is lacking)

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Hortharr was laying on the dingy ground in his cell when he was awakened. Click. Looking up to investigate the source of the sound Hortharr realized that his cell door was unlocked. It was at this moment when he heard a near silent wisper saying "Quick! Escape with me to Oblivion". Oblivion wasnt the place where he wanted to go, but anything was better than this cold stone cell. He stood up and walked over to the cell door and peeked his head around the door frame. The way was clear of gaurds but he notice that all of the others prisioners cells were open also. Hortharr realized that he wouldnt survive long in the realm of Oblivon without a weapon, so he slowly crept up to the gaurd room, fearful he would be noticed. When he worked up the courage to enter the room he found the Evidence Chest and grabbed his trusty Silver Warhamme, Icebane, and his steel plate armor. Putting the armor on and gripping Icebane tight he walked across to the cell with the gate and tentatively stepped in.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:54 am

Name: Kor'Ru
Race: Khajiit.
Gender: Male.
Age: 18

General Appearance: Kor'Ru stands 5ft 11in and his body is incredibly lithe and bony, visable even beneath his matted fur. He has golden eyes and his fur is smokey grey in color with dried-on ionised blood stains covering the majority. A ghastly sight to behold, a mass of bandages cover his arms which are bound tightly behind his back. His stance is an unstable one as he leans forth and has no defensive position to take. His eyes are penetrating and seem to bore straight through you, but quite often he will be staring at the sky or ceiling. Countless scars are scattered all over his body, they appear to be claw marks and make strange patterns that overlap each other. A pair of ragged, torn slacks are all that make him seem human. The shackles on his ankles have short broken chains hanging from them. His wrists are bound together behind his back and strapped to a belt around his midriff, making his arms immobile. His hands are completely bound in bandages, so tightly he cannot bend his fingers or make a fist. His neck has a iron brace to keep it straight, causing him to have a constantly raised chin; this combined with his restrained arms, forces him to have a slouched, front-heavy stance.

Personality: Sadomasochistic and sadistic, twisted and gruesome. He often has an uncontrollable urge to cause pain to himself and anyone unfortunate enough to be close by. The urge focus' on himself most of the time but occasionally his eyes hone in on a certain person and his urges will not be sated until he has shared pain with them. He is foolish and headstrong, rushing into things before he has a chance to think.

Short Bio: An abandoned child left in the gutter; Kor'Ru developed a nervous disorder in which he would scratch himself mindlessly until something snapped him back to reality. The scratching sensation comforted him, much like a cat rubbing itself against a tree. After a while this habit worsened considerably until he began scarring himself with his sharp claws. At one time in his 17th year, someone happened upon him in the street and offered a hand to heal his wounds, but Kor'Ru just saw the outstretched arm and without thought dug his claws deep into the persons flesh, pulling open a huge gash. The city guard chased him out to the forests where he disappeared and became a vagabond. He hunted deer like a feral beast, finding satisfaction in slowly massacring them. One day he attacked a travelling merchant and did unspeakable things to her, sharing pain and reaping pleasure. A roaming legion guard found him and the woman who was barely alive and moaning in pain weakly, both were covered in each other's blood but Kor'Ru was crouching over the woman, staring at her. The guard instantly moved in and apprehended Kor'Ru while he was entranced. Kor'Ru was thrown into prison and restrained to prevent him causing damage to himself or anyone else; he has been in jail little over a week.

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*click - Clunk!*

Kor'Ru's ears pricked up the instant the lock opened, an instinctual feline reaction to a new sound. A split second of realisation passed before the Khajiit acted, he rolled clumbsily across the damp stone floor of his cell till he reached the wall. Impatiently he slid up the side of his cell till he was on his feet and didn't waste a moment before charging head first at the cell door; bashing it open now that it was unlocked.

Out of his cell, his body's momentum slammed him into the prison hallway where he quickly noticed others running into a large glowing portal. Kor'Ru's mind was rushing with excitement at the chance of escape before him, not once considering what awaited him on the other side. He let out a slightly choked laugh as his eye's narrowed and his body came toppling forth as he ran, landing himself headfirst into the vortex.

OOC: a very abnormal post for me, due to being a very abnormal character... might take a few posts to even it out and get into character, sorry if this seems a bit weird but its meant to be frantic... oh that and im on the verge of sleep as its 1:50am where i am. oh and in future i will make an effort to make my posts at least twice this length.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:42 pm

OOC: LAST CALL FOR PEOPLE TO SIGN UP! Once we leave, that's it, no more sign-ups (unless you ask via special permission from me via PM).

IC (The Wizard):

The Wizard looked around for the last time, and whispered again to his fellow prisoners, "This is a last call to those whom remain, do you stay? Will you not escape this place? There is no second chances, once I leave this portal will close, and forever will you be trapped within this place."

The Wizard stood by the portal, the wind rushing by him into the light -calling him to seal the rift and escape himself. He waited longer though, in his heart he knew that others might still join him, and gain their freedoms once more. He waited.

» Fri Nov 13, 2009 1:31 am

OOC: 2nd char approved by TOYB

Name: Xiara
Race: Bosmer (Wood Elf)
Gender: Female
Age: 27

Physical Appearance: Xiara is very pale for a Bosmer due to spending most of her time out of the sun be it in her house or out at night gathering “supplies”. Her hair and eyes share an almost silver colour that makes her appear as if all the colour has been svcked out of her. She is also rather short for her race, with a height that is more suited to a male Bosmer but without all the puppy fat. She wears a shirt and skirt that seem to have been re-sewn and patched up countless times and stained with unnameable substances. She also wears a thick pair of leather boots and some leather bracers that are more for comfort than protection. Her only weapon is a short fine steel sword that was once her sisters, but it is very rare she will use it in battle and even then it would likely be to apply poison.

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Personality: Quiet and highly observant, although she is a commoner she is very good at deceiving and manipulating people. As she practices Necromancy she is very accustomed to being in control and commanding those around her, a trait that doesn’t suit her appearance at first glance. But her pretty face cannot disguise the hatred and horror in her soul.

Short Bio: When her sister died she became very upset and would not accept her death, she dedicated her life to bringing her back and decided the only way was to delve into the ways of the Necromancer. Through almost a decade of research and practice; her skills became something to reckon with but her aim had been lost, as she gained more control over the undead beings she summoned she gradually forgot about her vow to bring back her sister because now she had an endless family that she could conjure up anywhere she needed them. Unfortunately she was careless in going about her experiments, she was not apt at subtly and nor at secrecy and became a focus of gossip among the citizens of the Imperial City. The Mages guild caught hold of said gossip and immediately reported her to the Watch who then arrested her after searching her house. She has been in the prison little over 3 months, as she was a citizen and not a roaming Necromancer she could not be immediately sentenced to death and so remains in her cell until a her fate is determined.

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The echo of scampering feet and voices died slowly in the slimy halls of the prison as the last of the brave and foolish had run into Oblivion. A growing silence that Xiara was well accustomed to had refilled the air around her, giving her time to think. She did not know why she stay sat in her cell when the Wizard called, thinking it probably a trap or a test of will. The truth was that she had been given much time to reflect on why she was here and part of her refused the idea of savior and glued her to the spot. Fighting in her own body she tore herself apart trying to stay put and at the same time attempting to get up and join the others but she did not budge for her fingers grasped at the cobbled stones she sat on.

A few moments passed of silence, enough time for Xiara to calm herself and let go of this chance of escape. But then the voice beckoned her again, calling to her, pleaing with her to come. Not more than a few seconds and Xiara got to her feet, walking swiftly but still with signs of anxiety pushed open her cell door and looked about. She could see the owner of the beckoning voice standing aside a mysterious portal and a ransacked chest containing the conviscated items. She moved quick to not keep the wizard waiting and knelt at the chest; quickly finding her sword. She turned and stood before the man and with a smile, bowed and thanked him. Then finally with a deep breath she stepped into Oblivion.

OOC: bleargh... i hate being ill, it makes me put too many comma's and "and"s...

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:43 am

IC (The Wizard):

The Wizard gave one last smile to the Bosmeri woman who then vanished through the portal, took a bow and said with some cheek, "To you remaining convicts and prisoners, I bid you farewell -and I sincerely hope never to see any of your grimy selves again!"
And with that, he swiveled around and glided straight into the portal. The portal began to scream as he left, the light of it turning red, it began shrinking, burning away like paper set alight, and with a gurgling sound ceased to exist all together (leaving scorch marks upon the ground).

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The remaining prisoners began to shuffle around in their cells, bewildered as to what had just happened, some frightened, and others dissappoineted that they had not been courageous enough to go forward.

One prisoner, a skiny and worthless fellow named Crikel, awoke to the sound of the portal closing. Looking around, and hearing the sounds of prisoners mumbling to each other about what had just happened, he did what any 'loyal citizen' of the Imperial Dungeons would do -call the Guards.

"Guards! Guards! Quickly, there's been an escape! Guards!"

The sounds of Guards getting up could be heard echoing down from the Guard's quaters, the clattering of swords, and the thudding of boots upon the ground. They soon emerged through the entrance to the dungeons, with the Jailkeeper bumbling through ahead of them -his first sight the multitude of cell doors ajar and unlocked.

"What the...? Guards, lock these cells at once!" Screamed the Jailkeeper Noric, fear and anger in his voice, "Quickly, one of you prisoners, tell me what just happened! NOW! You, Crikel, spit it out you worm!"

"Yes my Lord, it was that Wizard, the other Prisoners that are left whispered he created a portal, to Oblivion! He's gone to another realm, your majesty."

The Jailkeeper brought his sword hard down again the bars of Crikel's cell

"Aaaaaagggggghhhh!!!! Shut your stupid little mouth! You, Anthoni, chain this miserable cur to the wall and give him twenty lashes!" Frothing at the mouth, this was as angry as anyone had seen Joric before, "and someone go get the battlemages! These bloodly prisoners will be brought back!"

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The Wizard landed on solid ground -the first sign this was a survivable realm, and then he found he could still breath -things were going good so far. He then looked around to see they were in a dungeon similar to the one they had just left, ahh this might be a problem he thought. Walking quickly over to a barred window, very similar to the one they had just left in the dungeons, he looked out to see a deformed Cyrodiil, iced over, with monsters writhing about over the land, with some gigantous tentacles larger than houses, things with no eyes, some with too many to count. Disfigured men, and other strange creatures hung up strewn by their entrails, like trees, among the real ones, that were unfortunatly dead and withered. They had come out in the Cold Harbour, land of Molag Bal, one of the Four Bad Daedra of the Dunmeri Faith, corruption was his sphere.

The Wizard turned around to the prisoners "Well, atleast for the moment, we can still breath and have something to walk on! Cheer up! I may soon be able to get us better accomodations! Now lets get out of this dungeon, before it eats us or something else does..."

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:43 pm

Something felt strange to Salvius, he looked around and noticed he was still in the Imperial Dungeon he had been in already, or that was at least what he thought. ''Well what a let down'', the Imperial said to himself quietly. However something felt different, he was much colder than before and the air felt still. He decided to take a peak out of the window in the cell. He looked upon what appeared to look like Cyrodill, but the ground was sludgy, horrific monster's where roaming around and everything seemed battered and destroyed. He also noticed some slave pens, although it seemed to be ordinary mortal humans living and working in them. After seeing what it was like outside Salvius had no doubt that the realm they where in was Coldharbour, the home of Molag Bal, Prince of schemes. The Imperial had studied a lot about Molag Bal and Coldharbour, and what he knew certaintly was not nice at all. He actually feared Molag Bal the most out of all the Daedric Prince's and if there where only a few realm's Salvius never wanted to go to Coldharbour was one of them. He was very panicked at the moment and bad thoughts where in his mind. What if we get caught? We will surely be used as slaves for eternity or much worse. What if we meet the King of [censored] himself, what terrible things will he do to us?, the Imperial thought whilst shaking in fear.

Salvius didn't take much notice of his surroundings and who he was with as he was far to deep in bad thought. Although he looked up as he heard someone come through the portal, it was the Wizard. This meant that any chance of getting back was now not possible. The Wizard seemed quite happy suprisingly about where they had came to. He told everyone that they where to try and get out of the Dungeon, however Salvius actually felt safest from the horror's of Coldharbour in the cell. ''What are your plans my friend? Where are we going to go, surely you know that if we are caught here we will either be killed or made into slaves, you know how Molag Bal treats mortals. He might also do things even well worse to us'', the Imperial asked the wizard with speed on his voice. He was so scared and so panicked. He just followed everything the wizard did seeing as if anyone had any idea what to do, it would be him.

» Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:55 am

The toppled form of Kor'Ru lay slump in the corner, the speed at which he leaped through the portal along side his unsteady posture and the fact he had his eyes closed made for a deadly mistake when he slipped on a wet slimy cobblestone on the other side. He growled in defiance of his accident as he rolls over in pain, gurgling almost in a sadistic glee.

By the time Xiara stepped through, the huge cat appeared to be passed out cold with a haggard grin spread across his feline face. Xiara looked around with an inner anxiety that questioned if she made the right choice. As she glanceed at the other faces in the room she notices that she seems to stand out not only as possibly the only female but also the most feeble looking, this gave her an unexplainable smugness as she glanced down at the sword she still clung to that seemed to cheer her up. Knowing that she in fact held quite a few cards in the right situation.

The wizard appeared behind her and the rift was closed, leading one of the other men to speak and mention Molag Bal. She didn't know much about Daedra and even though she had conjuration skills she had never conjured anything daedric, including minions. In truth she only truly knew about the dead and how to control and contort them. She felt like standing in the shadow's and allowing everyone else to make their decisions but felt the need to speak up; despite her lack of knowledge.

"What exactly is this place?" she questioned, as Kor'Ru twitched a leg in his seemingly uncomfortable positioning on the floor.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:41 pm

OOC: Ummmm, why did everyone get there stuff back?

Seems illogical that guards would keep all prisoners possessions in a crate only feet away.... But thats just me.

Garend

Garend stepped through the portal, expecting to be engulfed in flames, his eyes squinting and teeth clenched. As he came through the other side, he didn't believe his eyes when he opened them.

"What the [censored]?!" he yelled as he was back in the exact same room he was in before. The Imperial Prisons. The others were through now, and he couldn't help but wince at the injured one on the floor. It was a good thing he didn't run through the portal. BUt he was still mad as hell, and he wheeled around, wanting to give this wizard a piece of his mind, and was surprised to actually see the man had followed them through.

He stormed forwards, trying to form words around his tongue, but they were lost in his bluster, and he simply walked off to the side, swearing up a storm, his mood not improved when he noticed everyone had all of their stuff.

He heard the name Coldhabour come up once or twice, but it didn't mean anything to his simple bandit mind, so he just continued his muttering, looking around the room, a confused look on his face. All the cells were empty. BUt surely not everyone had come, or there would be hundreds of people in here. THe window was at the end of the hall, but it was to small and he couldn't make out what was out there, but from the looks others had, Garend began to grow uneasy, especially since he had no weapons or armor.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:47 pm

OOC: lets hope a little post can revive this into a flow, plus there are a few people that joined that i havnt seen post since heading into the portal...

IC:

Kor'Ru snarled and snapped out of his dream, a foul scent licking his nose and slapping him into an awake state. With a panicked struggle he wriggled over onto his belly and managed to get onto his knees as his snout scouted the air around him.

"It smells deaders..." he spoke with a quite uncivilized accent, as if he had barely learnt to speak by listening to others talk.

With the Khajiit's statement Xiara peaked an interest, if what the beastial cat man said was accurate then there were corpses within the dank halls of the prison. Xiara smiled to herself with the knowledge that she might finally be able to resurrect a thrall or two to defend her.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:36 pm

OOC: Wow sorry guys.... I just have not been able to come up with the energy to post something. I just got a job, and its been busy as hell. But I swear, I will try to post as often as I humanly can lol. So don't be worried if I disappear for like a week out of the blue :ninja: Sorry in advance, this will be a crap post, but I will try my best. I'm just exhausted!!

The ground came rushing to Kilan, and before he knew it, his feet hit solid ground. The putrid, rotten smell hit Kilan like a punch to the face. The group of rag-tag escapee's stood around, taking in the mutated world of Cyrodiil. This was Molag Bar's realm, Kilan instantly recognized it. His Orc mentor had taught him everything about the Daedra; Good and Bad.

Kilan knew that this indeed was a dangerous realm, and quick shots of anxiety and fear sprang up in the back of the elf's head. He shook his head, ridding himself of those crippling doubts. Kilan needed to have a clear head, and needed to show that he would be an invaluable asset to the survival of the group. He glanced around, noting the expressions on the other prisoners faces. The elf quickly asserted that these "prisoners" were more than petty thieves, and some had probably even taken lives. Maybe even many lives, the elf pondered.

The elf had still not taken a life, other than those out of necessity, such as rabbits and deer for food. This thought unnerved him, the elf was innocent compared to the other members. Kilan still had the youthful naivety, and this was a weakness. In this dangerous realm, Innocence will only do harm....

OOC: Sorry guys haha. I just though it was dead ya know..... since it was like three weeks since someone else had posted.

OOC: If no one responds, I'm officially withdrawing.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 1:50 pm

OOC: RP Isn't dead, I've just been too busy with school work.

I'm going to be posting a proper post tommorrow, because it's 1 in the morning here.

» Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:56 am

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