Fandom Skyrim RP (NEED PLAYERS)

[Vampiricdoll]

Alrighty, so I have made some changes to the plot line a bit so we can roleplay without conflict of who's the dragonborn and who's not. So please read all of these rules and notices before making a character.

Deciding who is becoming the dragonborn: NOPE WE HAVE ONE

Now for how we will start the roleplay. The dragonborn will come in as a prisoner, as per usual in game. The rest of the characters can either come in later or be in Helgen as the dragonborn comes in. Obviously it will play out as it does in the game, however as Helgen is attacked by Alduin, all of our characters will have to work together to escape. So instead of choosing sides of who shall escape with who, we will all escape together so we may create some relationships early in the rp!

I hope that sounds acceptable. I would like to stray from choosing sides, but if it isn't avoidable please leave some tips on how we can compromise in the ooc!

Rules:

1. Please be kind to other roleplayers!
2. No Godmodding
3. Do not have an OP character (Dragonborn is one thing because they DO have limitations remember.)
4. Do not stray too far from the plot.
5. When posting a reply, please have it be at least a paragraph. Unless you're unsure of what to put down, then that's fine.
6. If you plan on... Doing the "do" with another character, please have permission from the creator AND FADE TO BLACK.

Thank you for joining! Please wait to post until I start! We will start when we have at least 5 more players!

Tabs:

• OOC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/skyrim-rp-open-ooc.335793/
• CS: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/skyrim-rp-open-cs.335792/

 

[Vampiricdoll]

"Elene, Elene!!" Milnsi called, happily as the dunmer picked up the bottle of juniper berry mead. The altmer approached, crossing her arms over her chest. "What is it?" She asked, a brow raised. Milnsi held up the mead, smiling wide. "This nice lady gave me some of her mead. It smells really good, smell it!" She shoved the bottle in Elene's face. The high elf staggered back a bit but took the bottle to amuse 'Mil'. She smelled it and sneered. "I was never a fan of juniper berries myself, but... You enjoy that." She commented, handing the drink back to the dark elf. Milnsi shrugged and took a swig, then her face crinkled up. "So you may not believe me on this but... I've never had Nordic mead before... It's a bit... Different from the mead back on Morrowind." She simply put the cork back on the bottle and stuffed it into her bag. Elene snorted out of laughter, and sighed. "You're something else, Mil." She smiled. The dunmer smiled back.

Milnsi's eyes drifted away from her partner's face and to the scenery behind her. "Are they setting up for an execution...?" She asked, face suddenly turning serious. Elene turned around, face to face with the preparation for someone's death. "Oh my..." She mumbled.​

 

[Slothtastic]

R'Jeer growled, refusing to leave until being jabbed in the back. Which forced him to move. He growled again and sniffed the air. The scent of females, blood, males, and some unknown strong small. He began to walk forward to the line of prisoners to be executed. He looked around at his surroundings, many had come to see this unknown activity. He lifted up the binds on his hands to try and gnaw off. However to his dismay, he was jabbed in the back. Again. This resulted in another growl but he could not retaliate. At least not yet.​

Vampiricdoll Profoundcactus Iskandar

 

[The Mechanist]

Renellius sighed as he stood by General Tulius as he spoke to one of the thalmor. The thalmor......he never truly understood why the imperial legion had submissed to the elves. Though he decided to quit questioning his leader's decision and get back to the task at hand, keeping an eye on the new prisoners that were coming in for executions alongside Ulfric stormcloak, the leader of the stormcloaks. Finally all of his fighting is about to come to an end with Ulfrics head rolling in a basket. If it was possible he himself would charge the cart and behead the man on the spot, but unfortunately everyone wants it to happen ceremoniously, through the use of the headsmans axe. He never did like that wayward executioner, the man took a liking to his job a bit too well. His eyes scanned the cart, he questioned where they came from and never got any straight answers. Here's hoping that they weren't about to execute a group of innocent people.

 

[Iskandar]

Coran Selet ​

Coran crossed his arms as he sat in a wooden chair on the porch of the Inn he was staying at. He let out a heavy sigh and spat onto the ground, looking at the gathering of Imperial Soldiers and the townspeople of Helgen. He was in this rinky dink town looking for a job or contract. He was on his way to Whiterun, but decided to stay a few days in Helgen as it had a large Imperial Garrison and they typically had some sort of job for him. Sadly, that wasn't the case this time, as the Garrison Captain was a rather stingy man that wouldn't work with Coran. He suspected that it was due to the damn Thalmor that were in Helgen, but that was just his hate for the Altmer getting in the way. Damn Altmer... He thought to himself.

The grizzled bastard looked at his mask that was laying on his thigh and ran his gloved hand over it. He wore his signature armor that was recognizable by most. It was dark blue and bright white, all thick leather. He had his eyepatch on and watched as more of the townsfolk slowly gathered. Seeing as the executioner was out, it was pretty obvious as to what was happening. That and the fact that there was a cart of prisoners that was being unloaded helped. He was a master of deduction.

Anyway, he leaned back in his chair and watched as the prisoners continued to be unloaded. Ulfric Stormcloak, a large Khajiit and some others. None really interested him or piqued his curiosity. He stroked his salt and pepper beard slightly, waiting to see how things would play out.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

"...travel all the way, to this gods forsaken town in the middle of nowhere." Skye muttered angrily as the black stallion rode along the cobble dirt road, down the sleep sloap that dipped down under the Helgen gates and into the small, imperial town. It wasn't so much the long ride then the fact it was an Imperial town. Imperials were on such "friendly" terms, Skye found herself hating the Imperials almost as much as she hated the Thalmor. She'd managed to keep under their radar for quite some time, and she couldn't help but feel Astrid had devious intentions when sending her to this rotten town.

Skye dismounted from her horse at the gates, tying it up to a wooden post before pulling the hood farther over her face so it cast a shadow as she walked into Helgen, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the Thalmor as she entered, and Skye fought the urge to kill them all right there on the spot, but despite every instinct in her body, she kept moving, she looked rather casual, if not for her strange and rather somewhat exposing armor. Seduction was a large key in the art of killing quietly, Astrid had told her. And indeed, she did.

Not once did Skye ever fail a job. With her unique armor, Skye would've become famous by now, but wanting to keep a low profile, she used many different aliases. She leaned against the cobble wall, next to the wagons, secretly shadowed in the corner as if she was a nobody. It was no wonder there were so many people out today. Ulfric Stormcloak and his men were about to become useless corpses in a matter of minutes. She arched an eyebrow at the giant Khajiit in line. He certainly wouldn't join the Stormcloaks. Perhaps he was innocent. Remembering her task, Skye glanced around discreetly until she found him, sitting at the inn in his trademark armor and her lips curved upwards from beneath her hood.

Hello, Coran Selet. Her latest contract.

Spoiler: Skye's Armor (Yes I know where it's from)

 

[Vys]

A pair of feet hit the ground as the slender figure hopped down from one of the prisoner carts, barely making a noise. Being poked into line alongside the others, a low gurgle came from deep in her throat as the point of Imperial blade caressed the small of her back,"Behave and the executioner will be kind to ya, Kitten." the Imperial guard snickered close to her ear.
Ri'raji turned her violet gaze over to the fleshy young man and pinned her pierced ears back, baring some slightly yellowed teeth from behind a makeshift muzzle made of willow fronds and dirty rags that the guards had thrown together,"I don't need any pity from you fleshies." hacking up a loogie she spat it at the man's boots, raising her narrowed gaze to meet his.
After a moment or two she flinched at him, making him yelp slightly in reaction, making the Khajiit woman laugh, tail flicking with amusement,"What's wrong pup? Scared of a 'Kitten'?" keeping in the line she upturned her brows,"Not used to a throw rug talking back?" she jutted out her lower lip and made a teardrop motion with her claw, her bound hands coming up to her chest as she placed it over her heart as if she was touched,"Wee child."

Taking her attention off of the guard she looked over to the other prisoners, perking her ears in interest. Giving the large Khajiit man a up-down she raised a brow. / Them teeth...and height. He a mutant?/. Her tail swept around with interest as her pupils got larger with curious notion. /Wonder what hes here for. Hopefully something interesting./ she flattened her ears slightly, remembering that she was there for simply swiping a ham hock or two and they found her stash of stolen goods.

Nocturnal help her.

@all

 

[The Mechanist]

Ren watched as the prisoners were moved to the chopping block, his scanning each and every single one of them, 'some of them don't even look like they belong here...' he thought to himself frowning under his mask.
One by one they were pulled out of the wagon, his eyes locking onto Ulfric he reached for his sword, but the General placed a hand on his shoulder whispering. "Not here centurion, you and I both wish to strike him down, but we have to do this by the books." Ren sighed and nodded, "yes General....." he said still glaring at the man, hoping maybe he could fry him with his through alone, but alas, he isn't an Alterationist.

 

[Slothtastic]

R'Jeer was confused. And hungry. He hadn't had a good meal since that elk from a few days ago. But here, in this pack there were females and males. Males who he could eat. The females he could mate with, which would be good. He glanced around, and seeing some of the prisoners going to some strange block he sniffed the air again. He smelled a new female, who's scent must have been blocked by the strong sweet smell. He glanced down at her, he took another sniff in her direction. Although she didn't smell of the wilds or of fear like the other females he'd seen. Instead she made weird gestures which peeked his curiosity. He took a few steps closer to her, studying her as she made more gestures. She seemed to spark fear in the prey. Which was amusing. However his amusement didn't last long.
"Back in line, freak!" One of the male prey growled. No longer was he amused, instead he was angry. The prey held out his pointy metal stick towards him. Despite his confident words R'Jeer could still sense fear. R'Jeer bore his teeth and uttered a snarl from his throat, he was ready to kill. He glanced around, and saw someone who wore shiny metal. He was old and smelled of confidence, R'Jeer saw some of the others obey him. He knew instantly he must be the Alpha of the strange prey. The whole way of the village peeked his curiosity, but then the prey with the metal stick from before jabbed him in the back. It hurt, as blood began to form around the wound. R'Jeer felt his anger rise in his chest as he turned around. The prey would be dead for harming a surperior. He was afraid. R'Jeer could tell that much. And with a single snap towards him he instantly stumbled backwards, almost falling over before getting as far as possible without leaving his post. This once again amused R'Jeer. So he turned his attention back to the female Khajiit, who seemed to look to R'Jeer. His head turned in curiosity as he peered at the potential mate.​

The Mechanist Vys @All

 

[Iskandar]

Coran Selet
Grizzled Bastard​

Coran continued to watch as the were prisoners unloaded from the carts. There was now a female Khajiit among the group of prisoners who were now being moved up towards the chopping block. He was already getting bored as to how slow it was taking to execute the prisoners. He didn't care for Ulfric or Tulius and their egos, though if forced to pick a side he would do so with the Stormcloaks. That was unlikely though, as he wasn't a soldier and had no part in this war. He just wanted to kill the damn Thalmor and keep doing his job. If he wasn't making money, then it wasn't worth it.

"Two Khajiit... Well... More like three. That large one looks like he ate his twin." Coran said, his voice was gravely and deep. Standing up to stretch, he couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching him. He examined the area, but saw no one, at least not immediately or clearly. "Hmm." Was all he let out, as he stopped looking around and grabbed his mask. Coran put it on and went back into the inn before coming back out a few minutes later. He came out with his weapons(Akaviri Long Sword, Crossbow and a Elven Bow), a few coin purses, potions, poisons and other utility items. Once again he surveyed the area before deciding to walk away from his seat, and towards crowd that was gathering around the prisoners and Executioners.

Ms. Sparrow Vampiricdoll @All

 

[Vys]

Feeling a set of eyes on her, the Nightengale turned towards the hulking figure of the other Khajiit. Flicking her tail, her pupils widened with curiousity as she took in his large stature. He was huge, not like any she saw before.
Tipping her chin up her pupils narrowed into slits as she looked across the gathering crowd. A shrewed smile spread across her lips and she played with the bone labret piercing on her lower lip, tail tip twitching in unison with her pierced nose as she thought. Pausing she looked back at the larger Khajiit, raising her brows with question, eyes narrowing into slits,"Honestly now of all times? " looking ahead she grumbled, cocking her hip to the side in a sassy and relaxed state.

Slothtastic

 

[Slothtastic]

R'Jeer tilted his head even more. He seemed to utter something incomprehensible. Until he repeated it, more clearly.
"Mate?" He asked, tilting his head a bit farther and taking one step closer to the female Kharajyr.​

Vys

 

[Vys]

Her eyes widened and her ears perked up. Shuffling to the side away from him she pulled her upper lip up,"Your timing is horrid, tiger." Eyeing the executioner's block warily she exhaled.
Turning to him again she lifted a shoulder sassily,"But by some miracle we get out of here I'd be down for you taking me to dinner. Your treat. " winking she turned her head and turned her attention to something else, sighing quietly.

Her brows upturned and it twitched slightly. /Surrounded by Birds and Elves and a musky horn-cat. What a night to go./

Slothtastic

 

[The Mechanist]

Ren watched but noticed the Cathay-raht Kahjit moving towards the smaller kahjit, "prisoner!" He ordered, "eyes forward and stay in your spot!" Commanded the centurion walking up to the brute eyeing him up and down. No larger than the occasional troll that he's effortlessly killed. "Stay in your spot and wait for your turn on the block alright?!" He said, his eyes locking on to his from behind a concealed face, hand resting on the golden pommel of his decorated Gladius, the same sword that has bit into the flesh of many.

 

[The Mechanist]

( Vys Slothtastic )

 

[Slothtastic]

R'Jeer emitted a snarl, looking to the man. He too had one of the sharp sticks.
"Back." He growled, gesturing with his head towards the other Khajiit. "Mate." He growled yet again, his gaze moving to the Centurion's helmet. He looked inside of it, through the eyeholes and into their's. He was angry now. He wanted his potential mate. For one reason or another. But he didn't care, she seemed okay with the idea. So he wasn't going to let her go just yet.
Vys The Mechanist​

 

[The Mechanist]

"She is a woman, not just a mate, how about you show some respect to the woman." He said to him, "now back in line!" He said drawing out his sword pointing it to his chest. "I'm not asking again, and before you try to do all that threatening 'im going to tear you apart' crap, I've heard it all ok? Been on the battlefield for years, now get back in line, and behave prisoner." He said gesturing to his previous spot.

 

[Vys]

Sighing she wet her lips and let her posture get comfortable as the male continued to go on about mates and such,"Gods above." Rolling her eyes she cocked her hips again,"Metal man!"

She tipped her head to the man that spoke.
Motioning to his blade with a point of a claw, she smiled, tipping her head up,"What's the name of that fine blade? Who's the smithy? I'd like one of them crafted for myself when I get out of ere." Licking one of her protruding canines she chuckled quietly.

The Mechanist Slothtastic

 

[Slothtastic]

"Thre-ten?" The Khajiit grumbled, seeming foreign to the word. Once again the people made weird gestures he didn't understand. So he tilted his head again. "Con-fused." He grumbled again, looking around at the village. And the crowd of people who seemed to watch the prisoners with interest.
Vys The Mechanist​

 

[The Mechanist]

Ren looked at the woman as she touched his sword, a sense of pride coming over the compliment about his blade. "If you do somehow manage to escape I may be inclined to tell you it's maker." Though his attention snapped back to the Cathay-rant, a sense of dread washing over Renellius as he realized that the kahjit may not actually know what is going on. "Wait....prisoner...you do know what is happening don't you?" He asked looking at the large man, worry washing over him at the realization that he may not actually be involved with Ulfric at all.

 

[Vys]

Squaring her shoulders with a smile, nodding her head with acknowledgment. Glancing towards the large man again she exhaled and swiveled her pierced ears towards the guard,"Does anybody know what's going on with this war that's going on?" Scuffing her boot against the ground she laughed quietly, a roll of purrs following,"Mmm well. I can serve my deity in the afterlife then I guess. Just hope the lopped off head doesn't transfer to it."

Slothtastic The Mechanist

 

[Slothtastic]

"Zoner? Lo-pp?" He grumbled, the Khajiit now seeming even more confused as to what is happening.​

 

[The Mechanist]

Ren looked at the large kahjit, "What was that prisoner?" He asked staring at the brute. Sighing he shook his head walked away, "just get back in line, it'll be painless......"

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Milnsi tilted her head at the scene laid before them. "Isnt it strange how those three casually converse? dont they realize that theyre about to be slaugtered?" She thought aloud. Elene blinked and watched the two khajits and guard for a moment before responding. "I'm not really sure. they do awefully look like theyre enjoying the banter." she replied, shaking her head. "Milnsi, im not sure i want to watch this. Can we not go somewhere else?" she asked, rubbing her arm. Mil looked at her, with an almost look of confusion. "Dont you want to see what happens to those who do wrong? It teaches a lesson." She simpley stated. "And you told me yourself that death is honorable." She stated. "Mil, there is no honor in slaughter." She argued. "I grew up with Skyrim's customs. i was raised by nords. passionate nords that said that dying in battle was honorable. But being slaughtered by an executionor... There is no honor in that. This is wrong... I dont want to watch." She frowned. Mil did the same. "You don't have to watch. But im staying. If you want to explore Helgen a bit while we're here, go on ahead. I'll find you afterwards." She proposed. The altmer nodded, and wandered off, as Milnsi watched the prisoners were unloaded and placed around the block.

Anyone

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Skye watched the scene with the prisoners unfold, eyebrows raised. Khajiit wouldn't join Ulfric's cause surely. After all, Ulfric made his view on other races very clear. Surely the Imperials realized this...or they were just idiots. Her eyes followed Coran as he entered the inn, then remerged and joined the gathering execution crowd. She leaned against the wagon, making no effort to hide. He knew not who she was, or that she was there to kill him. For now, she would wait. Until it was time to strike.

She flipped a gold coin in her nimble fingers. Heads, decapitation. Tails, arrow through the throat. It landed on the flat of her hand and she removed her hand to see what it landed on.

Tails.