IGN: wally60
Age: 11
Role-Play Exp.: A couple of RP servers...
Why Us: Skyrim and minecraft each stole half of my soul, with this I can give them both the whole thing.
Time You Can Dedicate: During school: 5 or more hours a day on weekends
Holidays: Pretty much a super long weekend.
IC
Name: Fama'al Marnol
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Black fur, a pale face with black spots, and rather long hair that stretches behind his back. He usually wears studded armor.
Fears: Dragons
Personality: He is rather boastful with a good sense of humour.
Occupation: He is aiming to join the Thieves Guild in Riften.
Skills: Like all Khajiit he is a great thief, and is especially good at lock picking.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Fama'al: *Sneaks up to well-dressed man and pickpockets silver garnet ring then taps shoulder.*
Man: "I hope you aren't planning on stealing anything." ((I can't believe this actually happens.))
Fama'al: "No, no, of course not, Fama'al would never do such a thing sir."
Man: "Good, just make sure you keep your hands to yourself cat." *Frowns*
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Fama'al has always been a thief, from stealing sweet rolls as a child, to stealing diamond rings as an adult. He had joined a merchants caravan at 16, to meet his best Malfa'or, who often caused distractions to help Fama'al steal. The caravan had traveled all the way to Skyrim, and at 19 Fama'al had been caught stealing Nordic steel bracers, and was imprisoned for 5 months. Sadly the caravan had to go on, and he never saw Mal again. Eventually he had made quite a name for himself and had a rather high bounty in Whiterun, and had been jailed twice. When he heard about the trouble the Thieves guild was having he decided to join them, hoping he could change their luck and is now on the long road to Riften.
IGN: wally60
Age: 11
Role-Play Exp.: A couple of RP servers...
Why Us: Skyrim and minecraft each stole half of my soul, with this I can give them both the whole thing.
Time You Can Dedicate: During school: 5 or more hours a day on weekends
Holidays: Pretty much a super long weekend.
IC
Name: Fama'al Marnol
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Black fur, a pale face with black spots, and rather long hair that stretches behind his back. He usually wears studded armor.
Fears: Dragons
Personality: He is rather boastful with a good sense of humour.
Occupation: He is aiming to join the Thieves Guild in Riften.
Skills: Like all Khajiit he is a great thief, and is especially good at lock picking.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Fama'al: *Sneaks up to well-dressed man and pickpockets silver garnet ring then taps shoulder.*
Man: "I hope you aren't planning on stealing anything." ((I can't believe this actually happens.))
Fama'al: "No, no, of course not, Fama'al would never do such a thing sir."
Man: "Good, just make sure you keep your hands to yourself cat." *Frowns*
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Even as a child Fama'al was a brilliant thief, stealing food and toys alike. He was caught several times but has since been practicing and giving things back, to avoid trouble and hone his skills. Although once he was caught stealing from a caravan on the long journey to Skyrim. But instead of punishing him, they decided to take him with them, to help get back at people who wrong them. When the caravan finally reached Skyrim, rum ours popped up at the unlucky streak that the Thieves Guild were suffering from. He asked if he could leave to help, and was delighted when they accepted, so now he is on the long trek to Riften.
Declined sorry. Add more length to your story, its too short.
IGN: Tyyphoon
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Half-life 2 death match, GMod, ☣ Ruined World™ ☣[Serious Roleplay RPG|Whitelist|Mumble][Clan], many other servers.
Why Us: Well I really enjoyed the Elder scrolls series and would like to try it in a minecraft perspective
Time You Can Dedicate: generally on the computer for 8 hours so depending on how much i like the server and my fellow players 1-3 hours per day.
IC
Name: "High Lord" Tyy
Race: imperial
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: traces of youth, medium build & height
Fears: Loss of loved ones, ( goes into crazed frenzy) Letting people down, And clowns.
Personality: Kind, But in battle a bit sick.
Occupation: High lord's son "in study"
Skills: Expert scholar, post-basic swordsmanship, Perfect bowman, Proffesional In the Arts of the Shadow.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Good after noon High lord Tyy, may I be of service? says the bowyers son.
Yes. Examing a long bow. Sir, if i may suggest, you should try this short recurve bow. It is perfect for your "Night time adventures" he wispers. Thank you, Tyy says as he deposites 20 gold into the young boys hand.
Now than, off to the fletcherfor those glass headed arrows......
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* High lords son Tyy slowly starts to awake, but comes to full awarness when he hears one of the guards yell "The manors under siege!" "Oh no! there breaking through"
*swords clash* You examine the room around you, Melinda is sprawled out beside you, your red sheets only slightly covering her start to slip from her succulently shaped body and you think hungerly of your night with her that night.
Your door Bursts open, your mother rushing in, you notice you arn't clothed and shout your annoyance at her.
Hurry clothe your self and don your armor we've been breached. Wake Melinda we havn't much time.
You wake Melinda with a hard kiss to the lips, she smiles as she wakes but it vanishes as she becomes aware of the situation. As you throw on your clothing and armor you notice her donning much the same attire. Ahh, I still remember when we first crossed paths. Thinking back she almost killed me how funny. If i hadn't kiss her while there was a knife at my throat life could have turn out quite different. You come back to your self when you feel some one tighten your armor. Come on Tyy, we must hurry Melinda pleads.
You tighten your belt happy with your self for not taking off your sword and placing it on your wall after practise. throwing your quiver over your shoulder your ready to go. You all run out but you in your make for haste for got your bow. Gosh I'm an idiot, keep going ill catch. you say over your should as you go back for your bow.
Entering your room not thinking about examining it are hit in the head, almost knocking you out. You grab one of your knives from its sheath as you spin around then sink it into your assailant's gut. Pleased with the sucking sound it makes as you pull it out, you sheath your knife and procced to go and get your bow.
Running out of the room and torward melinda and your mother you notice that the sounds of fighting have dimmed, are we winning? You see them up ahead and hurry on ahead to get back to them. Ahh Tyy there you are, lets get going.
10 minutes later you arrive next to one of the old servant's exit lets go through here.
You usher Melinda into the tight fitting corridor and tell your mom to go in next. As she approaches the door you hear a muffelled *Thwang* and than before your own eyes see your mother drop to the ground killed immediatly.
Tyy turns around Thick with a mask of anger, and takes out a glass tipped arrow(shatters inside body) and fires with a startling pullback, and lets go. The arrow flies true and sinks a direct hit, The archer falls to his knees convulsing in pain. you pull out your favorite knife "serrated" and stab him right bellow the ribshe go ridged and pleads for you to leave it in. You yank it out viciously and watch ass blood pools out from hes wounds.
You run back to the entrance and drag your mothers already cooling body through the entrance and seal the door.
Melinda! Oh no, she says. running over she tries to comfort you. Come on, Tyy says. we need to get going.
Tyy takes a rug and throws it over his mother, seized a torch from the wall and throws it on her than turns around and doesn't look back. After walking for what seemed like hours, Tyy and Melinda exit the corridor and are rewarded with fresh air hinted with a wisper of smoke. Well Tyy says tiredly i guess we'll have to start over.
It only took me one app to get accepted, just saying...
That's very nice Aviz, I wish my first one was accepted (although considering it was another assassin I'm not surprised it was declined)Macabre, that little lore teaser was epic. Gonna leave and go play Skyrim now. I'll check forums again tomorrow. God speed and good luck builders :biggrin.gif:
Getting Accepted varies, as it appears some WLers are more strict than others. Personally, allot of the apps being denied look alright to me, a few things could be added, but allot of them being denied for small things such as "How did they get to Skyrim" or other such things that don't really need to be elaborated on, is just a bit stricter. Look at my app, it was VERY simple, but I was accepted.
Getting Accepted varies, as it appears some WLers are more strict than others. Personally, allot of the apps being denied look alright to me, a few things could be added, but allot of them being denied for small things such as "How did they get to Skyrim" or other such things that don't really need to be elaborated on, is just a bit stricter. Look at my app, it was VERY simple, but I was accepted.
So one app or five, keep trying.
Appears to be short and simple but clearly shows the necessities needed enough to be accepted.
Rather than a long story that doesn't.(or short ones,which or ever worse)
Quality over quantity,pretty sure you have heard that one before.
Again,there are those more strict whitelisters that can change things.
I prefer the more strict whitelister either way though.
IGN: Flex654
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: The Vault RP, my own server, and lots of roleplay servers.
Why Us: You look like a nice group, and I love Skyrim and roleplay!
Time You Can Dedicate: 6 hours weekly, depending on schoolwork.
IC
Name: Nolan Skier
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Green eyes, brown hair, and very skinny and nimble.
Fears: Spiders and venom.
Personality: A jokester, but can be serious at times.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: Single Handed, blocking, smithing.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Bandit: "You coward! Come and taste your own blood, as red will be the last color you will ever see!"
Nolan: "Right, you're so scary with your iron dagger. I have a steel sword of draining, and I'm not afraid to use it."
Bandit: "Oh yeah? THEN TASTE THE WRATH OF MY BLADE!"
Nolan: "By the nine devines, shut up, and let's just fight."
Bandit: "Come and feel the power of dea-"
*Bandit falls limp to the ground*
Nolan: "That's what you get for messing with me."
*Loots gold in body"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Nolan Skier is a Nord living in the outskirts of Whiterun. He is a hunter, and sells his meat and pelts to anyone who comes in his sight. That is, anyone who doesn't try to trick him or kill him. He is very adventurous, and loves to explore, as you will probably see him around and about a lot. His parents died in a horrible mining accident. There is nothing special about Nolan's life, but he wished he was something greater. Something better. One day dragons came and infested the land. Nolan vowed to kill one, and then fashion it's scales on a expensive pelt and sell it to a rich man, so he shall be rich and he can actually buy a house. He has a few friends, but otherwise is lonely. Bandits and Dark Brotherhood hate him, as he has killed many of their members while hunting. He secretly agrees with Stormcloak's, that are fighting for the freedom of Skyrim, but does not show it, most of the people that buys pelts and meat from him are Imperial supporters... and sometimes even Imperials themselves! He will begin to weep and sob if you remind him of his parents too much, as he misses them more than anything. He dreams of owning a horse and someday travelling to other towns in Skyrim with one of his good friends, Kaiden Litestorm.
Flexy! Hai! Whitlisters, I can vouch for Flex's role-playing skills, i was a patron on his server and made quite a few good RP's
Shyn and Epick, I agree with both of you. Personally, I like the harder whitelisters. SpitFir3Tornado is certainly as strict as can be. He made me try hard to get accepted. I'd rather be told to re-do something that's say a B by a drill sergeant than get passed with a C by someone lazy (bad example, kindof tired right now). But what matters is you keep trying. Now if you're one of those people 'hu tipe lik dis an cant spel 4 crap' then I don't see why you'd try for a RP server, but everything is circumstantial.
Appears to be short and simple but clearly shows the necessities needed enough to be accepted.
Rather than a long story that doesn't.(or short ones,which or ever worse)
Quality over quantity,pretty sure you have heard that one before.
Again,there are those more strict whitelisters that can change things.
I prefer the more strict whitelister either way though.
Ten years of RP, I can put allot of Character into a matter of words :smile.gif: Plus, as has been said, I prefer to keep stories simple for her, since she is meant to not be well known, and it prevent people metagaming anything about her.
IGN:_ace_of_diamonds
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Amysteria, Kingdom of aeonis, Land of aswein, Some random ones, and that's about it. about 6 months. Also played on EMG100's old server, loved it, not sure why they ended it.
Why Us:Why not? Lulz, jk. Kingdom of Aeonis just kinda died out for me, looking for a new server. I recently played skyrim, so I'm in love with it, and also in love with minecraft. so win-win situation.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1 hour each day of the week if it's good. I might give more, might give less, depends on my time.
IC
Name: Everto ( No last name. Everto has forgotten it.)
Race: Human/Demon. Yeah, a hybrid.
Gender:Male.
Age: 9001.
Appearance: Tall, strong purple skinned with human features. (purple skin cause that's my skin. Errr, minecraft skin.)
Fears: Everto doesn't fear, he may have fear at moments, but he does not fear. ( Don't worry, I dont 3rd person while RPing
Personality: Everto doesn't like to get too friendly, nor too hostile, so you might call him neutral. He is a good friend however, and an even worse enemy.
Occupation: Battle Mage. Speaking in Skyrim terms of course, one handed with destruction spells.
Skills: Everto is great at swords fighting, and throughout the course of his dark journey, has learned many dark spells to do with necrophilia, and other things best not mentioned.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
General: The Dragon's too powerful! We must fall back!
*just as he said this, the dragon knocked down the tower that they were supposed to be guarding*
Everto: It's too dangerous! We'll be in the open, he'll tear us apart like we're paper!
General: What are you suggesting?!
Everto: I suggest we distract the dragon, and then get people to safety!
After saying this, Everto rushed out of the hiding spot he and the general were, and bravely went in to battle.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Everto was a demon. He was an outcast. He was an exile. Since the day he stumbled into Whiterun because he was made to leave his old city, he was different than the others. Every one looked down upon him, and laughed at him, spat at him, tried to kill him. But that was their fatal mistake. Everto became a demon-human hybrid when he used to be an assassin back, way back when he was human. Then one day, he was hired to kill the wrong person. The man he was hired to kill was in a back of a store. Everto rushed up to him, pulled out his knife, and stabbed it into the base of his neck. To Everto's horror, no blood came out. The man turned around, and punched Everto in the jaw. Everto went flying, and hit the brick wall. He kept fighting, but to no avail. The man finally grabbed Everto's neck, and hoisted him up into the air as though he weighed like a chicken. The man used his other hand to pull out a knife, and stab Everto in the stomach. The man stared at Everto's cold eyes. The man's eyes were a reflection of hell, and the last thing Everto saw as a human.
When Everto woke up, he was in purple flames. He jumped out of the flames, and felt...rejuvenated. Suddenly, as if he were pushed down by an invisible force ( because he was), was made to kneel. A dark cloaked man came out of the darkness. He had red skin, and white eyes. He was later known to Everto as his master. His master sent him everything he needed to know about what he was now, ( a demon) and sent him off. Everto had a free will, but had to do things for him occasionally, about once every century or two. Since then, Everto has been residing in Whiterun.
OOC: Yeah, I edited it. The stuff you told me to add are there.
I think this song can describe the situation nicely: (Just look at the lyrics and apply it to that betrayer)
lyrics:
Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last
You love the way I look at you
While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through
You take away if I give in
My life
My pride is broken
[Chorus:]
You like to think you're never wrong
(You live what you've learned)
You have to act like you're someone
(You live what you've learned)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You live what you've learned)
You want to share what you have been through
(You live what you've learned)
You love the things I say I'll do
The way I hurt myself again just to get back at you
You take away when I give in
My life
My pride is broken
[Chorus]
Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
You like to think you're never wrong – Forfeit the game
(You live what you've learned)
You have to act like you're someone – Forfeit the game
(You live what you've learned)
You want someone to hurt like you – Forfeit the game
(You live what you've learned)
You want to share what you have been through
(You live what you've learned)
IGN:Dwarfman623
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of RP servers and alot of DnD :/
Why Us:I love skyrim and have been looking for a good RP server
Time You Can Dedicate:1-4 hours a day if im not working and more on the weekends again if im not working (EST)
IC
Name: Lokien Ironblood
Race: Dwarf
Gender:Male
Age: uknown
Appearance:Stout, Muscular, Lots of scars on face
Fears: Big Hawks xD
Personality: Quiet
Occupation: Blacksmith
Skills: Exceptional Sword Making
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Bandit" 'ello dwarf. *spits* got yer payment. "Me" not today bandit scum. "Bandit" Boss wont like to ere that. Hand o'er the gold or else *makes cutting gesture at throat. "Me" Do your worst. *Bandit attacks with his sword as i step out of the way and drive my sword deep into his side* "Me" *looks at others* go ahead and tell your boss he better not be sending any more men out here or ill be coming for him personally. *cuts head off dead bandit and throws it at the others*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):All i could remember is Fargath telling me to get in his contraption and then darkness. I woke up stiff and cold, i pushed open the door of Fargaths machine im blinded by the snow and sunlight. "where am i" i wonder. hearing a loud roar i look up to see a dragon fly over head and shouting in the distance. I head the other way not looking for trouble, i cant remember much. After a while my tiredness prevails and i fall i hear voices, people whispering. Darkness again. I wake up warm this time im under leather wraps and a blanket, i fell my hairy legs. Im not wearing any clothes. I try to sit up but i feel a hand slowly push me downward, i look to my left and see a woman, she is old but strong, she tells me to rest i need it. Darkness. I wake up, i head towards the door and open it to find myself on an old farm of sorts. The woman, she was here to, she says to me "well looks who's awake" . Shes a blacksmith like me, shes crafting a sword. She tells me the big town to the north is morthal but i shouldn't go there its haunted by evil spirits. This farm will be my new home.
IGN: Tyyphoon
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Half-life 2 death match, GMod, ☣ Ruined World™ ☣[Serious Roleplay RPG|Whitelist|Mumble][Clan], many other servers.
Why Us: Well I really enjoyed the Elder scrolls series and would like to try it in a minecraft perspective
Time You Can Dedicate: generally on the computer for 8 hours so depending on how much i like the server and my fellow players 1-3 hours per day.
IC
Name: "High Lord" Tyy
Race: imperial
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: traces of youth, medium build & height
Fears: Loss of loved ones, ( goes into crazed frenzy) Letting people down, And clowns.
Personality: Kind, But in battle a bit sick.
Occupation: High lord's son "in study"
Skills: Expert scholar, post-basic swordsmanship, Perfect bowman, Proffesional In the Arts of the Shadow.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Good after noon High lord Tyy, may I be of service? says the bowyers son.
Yes. Examing a long bow. Sir, if i may suggest, you should try this short recurve bow. It is perfect for your "Night time adventures" he wispers. Thank you, Tyy says as he deposites 20 gold into the young boys hand.
Now than, off to the fletcherfor those glass headed arrows......
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* High lords son Tyy slowly starts to awake, but comes to full awarness when he hears one of the guards yell "The manors under siege!" "Oh no! there breaking through"
*swords clash* You examine the room around you, Melinda is sprawled out beside you, your red sheets only slightly covering her start to slip from her succulently shaped body and you think hungerly of your night with her that night.
Your door Bursts open, your mother rushing in, you notice you arn't clothed and shout your annoyance at her.
Hurry clothe your self and don your armor we've been breached. Wake Melinda we havn't much time.
You wake Melinda with a hard kiss to the lips, she smiles as she wakes but it vanishes as she becomes aware of the situation. As you throw on your clothing and armor you notice her donning much the same attire. Ahh, I still remember when we first crossed paths. Thinking back she almost killed me how funny. If i hadn't kiss her while there was a knife at my throat life could have turn out quite different. You come back to your self when you feel some one tighten your armor. Come on Tyy, we must hurry Melinda pleads.
You tighten your belt happy with your self for not taking off your sword and placing it on your wall after practise. throwing your quiver over your shoulder your ready to go. You all run out but you in your make for haste for got your bow. Gosh I'm an idiot, keep going ill catch. you say over your should as you go back for your bow.
Entering your room not thinking about examining it are hit in the head, almost knocking you out. You grab one of your knives from its sheath as you spin around then sink it into your assailant's gut. Pleased with the sucking sound it makes as you pull it out, you sheath your knife and procced to go and get your bow.
Running out of the room and torward melinda and your mother you notice that the sounds of fighting have dimmed, are we winning? You see them up ahead and hurry on ahead to get back to them. Ahh Tyy there you are, lets get going.
10 minutes later you arrive next to one of the old servant's exit lets go through here.
You usher Melinda into the tight fitting corridor and tell your mom to go in next. As she approaches the door you hear a muffelled *Thwang* and than before your own eyes see your mother drop to the ground killed immediatly.
Tyy turns around Thick with a mask of anger, and takes out a glass tipped arrow(shatters inside body) and fires with a startling pullback, and lets go. The arrow flies true and sinks a direct hit, The archer falls to his knees convulsing in pain. you pull out your favorite knife "serrated" and stab him right bellow the ribshe go ridged and pleads for you to leave it in. You yank it out viciously and watch ass blood pools out from hes wounds.
You run back to the entrance and drag your mothers already cooling body through the entrance and seal the door.
Melinda! Oh no, she says. running over she tries to comfort you. Come on, Tyy says. we need to get going.
Tyy takes a rug and throws it over his mother, seized a torch from the wall and throws it on her than turns around and doesn't look back. After walking for what seemed like hours, Tyy and Melinda exit the corridor and are rewarded with fresh air hinted with a wisper of smoke. Well Tyy says tiredly i guess we'll have to start over.
I enjoyed reading the app. There where a few grammatical issues but the general idea and the style of the backstory did it for me. Accepted.
That's very nice Aviz, I wish my first one was accepted (although considering it was another assassin I'm not surprised it was declined)
Macabre, that little lore teaser was epic. Gonna leave and go play Skyrim now. I'll check forums again tomorrow. God speed and good luck builders :biggrin.gif:
Thank you. I have laods more and it only gets better. I'm trying to get Colb to read it but he isn't responding :3
Getting Accepted varies, as it appears some WLers are more strict than others. Personally, allot of the apps being denied look alright to me, a few things could be added, but allot of them being denied for small things such as "How did they get to Skyrim" or other such things that don't really need to be elaborated on, is just a bit stricter. Look at my app, it was VERY simple, but I was accepted.
So one app or five, keep trying.
100% agree. I am an easy whitelister. Im not going to deny it. Some of the others here are very hard, in some cases unfair but it's not my place to judge. What does annoy me thoroughly is they don't provide an adequate reason for accepting or denying. Which ever the outcome I write something small which needs improving or for what I like.
Shyn and Epick, I agree with both of you. Personally, I like the harder whitelisters. SpitFir3Tornado is certainly as strict as can be. He made me try hard to get accepted. I'd rather be told to re-do something that's say a B by a drill sergeant than get passed with a C by someone lazy (bad example, kindof tired right now). But what matters is you keep trying. Now if you're one of those people 'hu tipe lik dis an cant spel 4 crap' then I don't see why you'd try for a RP server, but everything is circumstantial.
Very true words. No matter how hard the whitelisters here are KEEP TRYING!
IGN:_ace_of_diamonds
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Amysteria, Kingdom of aeonis, Land of aswein, Some random ones, and that's about it. about 6 months. Also played on EMG100's old server, loved it, not sure why they ended it.
Why Us:Why not? Lulz, jk. Kingdom of Aeonis just kinda died out for me, looking for a new server. I recently played skyrim, so I'm in love with it, and also in love with minecraft. so win-win situation.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1 hour each day of the week if it's good. I might give more, might give less, depends on my time.
IC
Name: Everto ( No last name. Everto has forgotten it.)
Race: Human/Demon. Yeah, a hybrid.
Gender:Male.
Age: 9001.
Appearance: Tall, strong purple skinned with human features. (purple skin cause that's my skin. Errr, minecraft skin.)
Fears: Everto doesn't fear, he may have fear at moments, but he does not fear. ( Don't worry, I dont 3rd person while RPing
Personality: Everto doesn't like to get too friendly, nor too hostile, so you might call him neutral. He is a good friend however, and an even worse enemy.
Occupation: Battle Mage. Speaking in Skyrim terms of course, one handed with destruction spells.
Skills: Everto is great at swords fighting, and throughout the course of his dark journey, has learned many dark spells to do with necrophilia, and other things best not mentioned.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
General: The Dragon's too powerful! We must fall back!
*just as he said this, the dragon knocked down the tower that they were supposed to be guarding*
Everto: It's too dangerous! We'll be in the open, he'll tear us apart like we're paper!
General: What are you suggesting?!
Everto: I suggest we distract the dragon, and then get people to safety!
After saying this, Everto rushed out of the hiding spot he and the general were, and bravely went in to battle.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Everto was a demon. He was an outcast. He was an exile. Since the day he stumbled into Whiterun, he was different than the others. Every one looked down upon him, and laughed at him, spat at him, tried to kill him. But that was their fatal mistake. Everto became a demon-human hybrid when he used to be an assassin back, way back when he was human. Then one day, he was hired to kill the wrong person. The man he was hired to kill was in a back of a store. Everto rushed up to him, pulled out his knife, and stabbed it into the base of his neck. To Everto's horror, no blood came out. The man turned around, and punched Everto in the jaw. Everto went flying, and hit the brick wall. He kept fighting, but to no avail. The man finally grabbed Everto's neck, and hoisted him up into the air as though he weighed like a chicken. The man used his other hand to pull out a knife, and stab Everto in the stomach. The man stared at Everto's cold eyes. The man's eyes were a reflection of hell, and the last thing Everto saw as a human.
EDIT:posted itself. sorry.
When Everto woke up, he was in purple flames. He jumped out of the flames, and felt...rejuvenated. Suddenly, as if he were pushed down by an invisible force ( because he was), was made to kneel. A dark cloaked man came out of the darkness. He had red skin, and white eyes. He was later known to Everto as his master. His master sent him everything he needed to know about what he was now, ( a demon) and sent him off. Everto had a free will, but had to do things for him occasionally, about once every century or two. Since then, Everto has been residing in Whiterun.
Declined. How did he become a hybrid demon/human? How did he find his way to Skyrim? Surely demons like that would find vastly more exciting areas to be situated. I like the idea but the theme doesn't stick. Either try to add more too it or try something more simple to write about.
IGN:Dwarfman623
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of RP servers and alot of DnD :/
Why Us:I love skyrim and have been looking for a good RP server
Time You Can Dedicate:1-4 hours a day if im not working and more on the weekends again if im not working (EST)
IC
Name: Lokien Ironblood
Race: Dwarf
Gender:Male
Age: uknown
Appearance:Stout, Muscular, Lots of scars on face
Fears: Big Hawks xD
Personality: Quiet
Occupation: Blacksmith
Skills: Exceptional Sword Making
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Bandit" 'ello dwarf. *spits* got yer payment. "Me" not today bandit scum. "Bandit" Boss wont like to ere that. Hand o'er the gold or else *makes cutting gesture at throat. "Me" Do your worst. *Bandit attacks with his sword as i step out of the way and drive my sword deep into his side* "Me" *looks at others* go ahead and tell your boss he better not be sending any more men out here or ill be coming for him personally. *cuts head off dead bandit and throws it at the others*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):All i could remember is Fargath telling me to get in his contraption and then darkness. I woke up stiff and cold, i pushed open the door of Fargaths machine im blinded by the snow and sunlight. "where am i" i wonder. hearing a loud roar i look up to see a dragon fly over head and shouting in the distance. I head the other way not looking for trouble, i cant remember much. After a while my tiredness prevails and i fall i hear voices, people whispering. Darkness again. I wake up warm this time im under leather wraps and a blanket, i fell my hairy legs. Im not wearing any clothes. I try to sit up but i feel a hand slowly push me downward, i look to my left and see a woman, she is old but strong, she tells me to rest i need it. Darkness. I wake up, i head towards the door and open it to find myself on an old farm of sorts. The woman, she was here to, she says to me "well looks who's awake" . Shes a blacksmith like me, shes crafting a sword. She tells me the big town to the north is morthal but i shouldn't go there its haunted by evil spirits. This farm will be my new home.
Whilst it was well put together, we don't allow Dwarves as a playable race. Sorry.
And I think that's about done..... MORE LORE!!!!!!!! NOTE: All credit goes to Andweyful. I told him about the idea and he loved it and started writing. So a big shout out <3
There stood three men who many would not believe were possible to stand so close; Leader of the Stormcloaks Ulfric, the Imperial Commander of Skyrim and the Jarl of Whiterun. The three remained outside Dragonsreach, their eyes casting a gaze towards the mountains beyond. A war had begun, but not one for Whiterun, but one that would decide its existence.
Word was brought that Dragons were attacking Riverwood, with constant roars of deathly beasts erupting beyond the mountain on which Bleak Fall Barrows lay rest. No one could sleep, only prepare. Everyone a man walked, the streets of this city would be filled with the constant rustling of men, whether they be guards, Stormcloaks, Imperials or even the citizens. Everyone equipped with tools of all violent manner, this city was prepared.
Where wars usually split people apart, this one brought them together. The Companions had abandoned their daily routine, joining the Battle-Born and Grey-Manes who united to fight for their home.
A resonating roar could be heard, filling the souls of everyone with pure fear. With eyes scouring the skies, there they were. The dragons. The three leaders unsheathed their blades, preparing themselves for what may seemed as their end. Farengar, the Jarl's wizard stepped out with them, his nonchalant face breaking into a frown. The dragons dropped, with roars of their tongue being heard. Flames spouted from their gaping jaws, engulfing men and women with their blazing fury. These scaled monsters swooped over and about the town, as though it were simply a pond and they were merely playing in the water. Men could be seen bashing dragons that came too close, and dragons grabbing hold of men with their fierce claws.
An Elder Dragon dropped down amongst the rest in front of Dragonsreach, crushing the Gildergreen tree under it and roared at the four men that stood at Dragonsreach. These men roared back, with their brandished weapons lifted high into the sky, and their hearts filled with the adrenaline so few men have. The three leaders leaped at the Elder Dragon, their weapons scraping against the scales of this monstrosity. Farengar threw all form of magic at dragon, bursting lightning bolts or fireballs across it. The dragon merely mocked them with another roar, this time in a tongue of its own kind. A force of energy erupted from it's mouth, knocking back the Jarl and his wizard, while the two leaders managed to escape this roar, lunging onto the dragon.
These two men, united to fight for their lands, stabbed viciously, striking whatever they could that would weaken this thing. The Elder Dragon could feel it now, pain sweeping over its body. The men's weapons were piercing it, and such pain was to be stopped. The dragon threw itself up, its wings pushing against the force of wind to fly. With the two men, the dragon flew up into the clouds. Everyone watched, horrified by their leaders risking such a feat.
Dusk engulfed Whiterun, but the moon shone amongst the clouds. Bones of dragons lay to waste on the streets, scorched and battered men lay dead amongst the wreckage that the dragons had created. The sky was filled with constant roars and bursts of fire. But then all this stopped, and a shadow could be seen dropping. Ulfric and the Imperial Commander could be seen, gripping onto what seemed to be a dead dragon. They plummeted into Dragonsreach, a great echo of destruction sounding into everyone's ears. There lay the ruins of the glorified building, and emerged two heroes. The dragon was visible, but panic spread through everyone as it rose. The Elder Dragon was certainly almost dead, but its eyes glinted with mockery as it gaped its jaws at the two Nords, and let out a bellowing roar of flames.
The two men, who braved to fight against this beast, had lost. The blaze was so intense, that those who survived only saw wisps of their ashes billow into the night sky. The Elder Dragon, too weak to slay the survivors, rose itself up into the sky, filling the skies with its laughter.
Just another small leaked teaser..... Enjoy :smile.gif:
I enjoyed reading the app. There where a few grammatical issues but the general idea and the style of the backstory did it for me. Accepted.
Thank you. I have laods more and it only gets better. I'm trying to get Colb to read it but he isn't responding :3
100% agree. I am an easy whitelister. Im not going to deny it. Some of the others here are very hard, in some cases unfair but it's not my place to judge. What does annoy me thoroughly is they don't provide an adequate reason for accepting or denying. Which ever the outcome I write something small which needs improving or for what I like.
Very true words. No matter how hard the whitelisters here are KEEP TRYING!
Declined. How did he become a hybrid demon/human? How did he find his way to Skyrim? Surely demons like that would find vastly more exciting areas to be situated. I like the idea but the theme doesn't stick. Either try to add more too it or try something more simple to write about.
Only staff and trusted members may be allowed on currently.
Apart from all of Whiterun being destroyed- everything is peachy. Thank you for asking.
Whilst it was well put together, we don't allow Dwarves as a playable race. Sorry.
Its pretty amazing. No two ways about it.
And I think that's about done..... MORE LORE!!!!!!!! NOTE: All credit goes to Andweyful. I told him about the idea and he loved it and started writing. So a big shout out <3
There stood three men who many would not believe were possible to stand so close; Leader of the Stormcloaks Ulfric, the Imperial Commander of Skyrim and the Jarl of Whiterun. The three remained outside Dragonsreach, their eyes casting a gaze towards the mountains beyond. A war had begun, but not one for Whiterun, but one that would decide its existence.
Word was brought that Dragons were attacking Riverwood, with constant roars of deathly beasts erupting beyond the mountain on which Bleak Fall Barrows lay rest. No one could sleep, only prepare. Everyone a man walked, the streets of this city would be filled with the constant rustling of men, whether they be guards, Stormcloaks, Imperials or even the citizens. Everyone equipped with tools of all violent manner, this city was prepared.
Where wars usually split people apart, this one brought them together. The Companions had abandoned their daily routine, joining the Battle-Born and Grey-Manes who united to fight for their home.
A resonating roar could be heard, filling the souls of everyone with pure fear. With eyes scouring the skies, there they were. The dragons. The three leaders unsheathed their blades, preparing themselves for what may seemed as their end. Farengar, the Jarl's wizard stepped out with them, his nonchalant face breaking into a frown. The dragons dropped, with roars of their tongue being heard. Flames spouted from their gaping jaws, engulfing men and women with their blazing fury. These scaled monsters swooped over and about the town, as though it were simply a pond and they were merely playing in the water. Men could be seen bashing dragons that came too close, and dragons grabbing hold of men with their fierce claws.
An Elder Dragon dropped down amongst the rest in front of Dragonsreach, crushing the Gildergreen tree under it and roared at the four men that stood at Dragonsreach. These men roared back, with their brandished weapons lifted high into the sky, and their hearts filled with the adrenaline so few men have. The three leaders leaped at the Elder Dragon, their weapons scraping against the scales of this monstrosity. Farengar threw all form of magic at dragon, bursting lightning bolts or fireballs across it. The dragon merely mocked them with another roar, this time in a tongue of its own kind. A force of energy erupted from it's mouth, knocking back the Jarl and his wizard, while the two leaders managed to escape this roar, lunging onto the dragon.
These two men, united to fight for their lands, stabbed viciously, striking whatever they could that would weaken this thing. The Elder Dragon could feel it now, pain sweeping over its body. The men's weapons were piercing it, and such pain was to be stopped. The dragon threw itself up, its wings pushing against the force of wind to fly. With the two men, the dragon flew up into the clouds. Everyone watched, horrified by their leaders risking such a feat.
Dusk engulfed Whiterun, but the moon shone amongst the clouds. Bones of dragons lay to waste on the streets, scorched and battered men lay dead amongst the wreckage that the dragons had created. The sky was filled with constant roars and bursts of fire. But then all this stopped, and a shadow could be seen dropping. Ulfric and the Imperial Commander could be seen, gripping onto what seemed to be a dead dragon. They plummeted into Dragonsreach, a great echo of destruction sounding into everyone's ears. There lay the ruins of the glorified building, and emerged two heroes. The dragon was visible, but panic spread through everyone as it rose. The Elder Dragon was certainly almost dead, but its eyes glinted with mockery as it gaped its jaws at the two Nords, and let out a bellowing roar of flames.
The two men, who braved to fight against this beast, had lost. The blaze was so intense, that those who survived only saw wisps of their ashes billow into the night sky. The Elder Dragon, too weak to slay the survivors, rose itself up into the sky, filling the skies with its laughter.
Just another small leaked teaser..... Enjoy :smile.gif:
IGN: wally60
Age: 11
Role-Play Exp.: A couple of RP servers...
Why Us: Skyrim and minecraft each stole half of my soul, with this I can give them both the whole thing.
Time You Can Dedicate: During school: 5 or more hours a day on weekends
Holidays: Pretty much a super long weekend.
IC
Name: Fama'al Marnol
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Black fur, a pale face with black spots, and rather long hair that stretches behind his back. He usually wears studded armor.
Fears: Dragons
Personality: He is rather boastful with a good sense of humour.
Occupation: He is aiming to join the Thieves Guild in Riften.
Skills: Like all Khajiit he is a great thief, and is especially good at lock picking.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Fama'al: *Sneaks up to well-dressed man and pickpockets silver garnet ring then taps shoulder.*
Man: "I hope you aren't planning on stealing anything." ((I can't believe this actually happens.))
Fama'al: "No, no, of course not, Fama'al would never do such a thing sir."
Man: "Good, just make sure you keep your hands to yourself cat." *Frowns*
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Fama'al has always been a thief, from stealing sweet rolls as a child, to stealing diamond rings as an adult. He had joined a merchants caravan at 16, to meet his best Malfa'or, who often caused distractions to help Fama'al steal. The caravan had traveled all the way to Skyrim, and at 19 Fama'al had been caught stealing Nordic steel bracers, and was imprisoned for 5 months. Sadly the caravan had to go on, and he never saw Mal again. Eventually he had made quite a name for himself and had a rather high bounty in Whiterun, and had been jailed twice. When he heard about the trouble the Thieves guild was having he decided to join them, hoping he could change their luck and is now on the long road to Riften.
Edit: Better?
Declined sorry. Add more length to your story, its too short.
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Half-life 2 death match, GMod, ☣ Ruined World™ ☣[Serious Roleplay RPG|Whitelist|Mumble][Clan], many other servers.
Why Us: Well I really enjoyed the Elder scrolls series and would like to try it in a minecraft perspective
Time You Can Dedicate: generally on the computer for 8 hours so depending on how much i like the server and my fellow players 1-3 hours per day.
IC
Name: "High Lord" Tyy
Race: imperial
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: traces of youth, medium build & height
Fears: Loss of loved ones, ( goes into crazed frenzy) Letting people down, And clowns.
Personality: Kind, But in battle a bit sick.
Occupation: High lord's son "in study"
Skills: Expert scholar, post-basic swordsmanship, Perfect bowman, Proffesional In the Arts of the Shadow.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Good after noon High lord Tyy, may I be of service? says the bowyers son.
Yes. Examing a long bow. Sir, if i may suggest, you should try this short recurve bow. It is perfect for your "Night time adventures" he wispers. Thank you, Tyy says as he deposites 20 gold into the young boys hand.
Now than, off to the fletcherfor those glass headed arrows......
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* High lords son Tyy slowly starts to awake, but comes to full awarness when he hears one of the guards yell "The manors under siege!" "Oh no! there breaking through"
*swords clash* You examine the room around you, Melinda is sprawled out beside you, your red sheets only slightly covering her start to slip from her succulently shaped body and you think hungerly of your night with her that night.
Your door Bursts open, your mother rushing in, you notice you arn't clothed and shout your annoyance at her.
Hurry clothe your self and don your armor we've been breached. Wake Melinda we havn't much time.
You wake Melinda with a hard kiss to the lips, she smiles as she wakes but it vanishes as she becomes aware of the situation. As you throw on your clothing and armor you notice her donning much the same attire. Ahh, I still remember when we first crossed paths. Thinking back she almost killed me how funny. If i hadn't kiss her while there was a knife at my throat life could have turn out quite different. You come back to your self when you feel some one tighten your armor. Come on Tyy, we must hurry Melinda pleads.
You tighten your belt happy with your self for not taking off your sword and placing it on your wall after practise. throwing your quiver over your shoulder your ready to go. You all run out but you in your make for haste for got your bow. Gosh I'm an idiot, keep going ill catch. you say over your should as you go back for your bow.
Entering your room not thinking about examining it are hit in the head, almost knocking you out. You grab one of your knives from its sheath as you spin around then sink it into your assailant's gut. Pleased with the sucking sound it makes as you pull it out, you sheath your knife and procced to go and get your bow.
Running out of the room and torward melinda and your mother you notice that the sounds of fighting have dimmed, are we winning? You see them up ahead and hurry on ahead to get back to them. Ahh Tyy there you are, lets get going.
10 minutes later you arrive next to one of the old servant's exit lets go through here.
You usher Melinda into the tight fitting corridor and tell your mom to go in next. As she approaches the door you hear a muffelled *Thwang* and than before your own eyes see your mother drop to the ground killed immediatly.
Tyy turns around Thick with a mask of anger, and takes out a glass tipped arrow(shatters inside body) and fires with a startling pullback, and lets go. The arrow flies true and sinks a direct hit, The archer falls to his knees convulsing in pain. you pull out your favorite knife "serrated" and stab him right bellow the ribshe go ridged and pleads for you to leave it in. You yank it out viciously and watch ass blood pools out from hes wounds.
You run back to the entrance and drag your mothers already cooling body through the entrance and seal the door.
Melinda! Oh no, she says. running over she tries to comfort you. Come on, Tyy says. we need to get going.
Tyy takes a rug and throws it over his mother, seized a torch from the wall and throws it on her than turns around and doesn't look back. After walking for what seemed like hours, Tyy and Melinda exit the corridor and are rewarded with fresh air hinted with a wisper of smoke. Well Tyy says tiredly i guess we'll have to start over.
That's very nice Aviz, I wish my first one was accepted (although considering it was another assassin I'm not surprised it was declined)Macabre, that little lore teaser was epic. Gonna leave and go play Skyrim now. I'll check forums again tomorrow. God speed and good luck builders :biggrin.gif:
So one app or five, keep trying.
Appears to be short and simple but clearly shows the necessities needed enough to be accepted.
Rather than a long story that doesn't.(or short ones,which or ever worse)
Quality over quantity,pretty sure you have heard that one before.
Again,there are those more strict whitelisters that can change things.
I prefer the more strict whitelister either way though.
Flexy! Hai! Whitlisters, I can vouch for Flex's role-playing skills, i was a patron on his server and made quite a few good RP's
Ten years of RP, I can put allot of Character into a matter of words :smile.gif: Plus, as has been said, I prefer to keep stories simple for her, since she is meant to not be well known, and it prevent people metagaming anything about her.
IGN:_ace_of_diamonds
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Amysteria, Kingdom of aeonis, Land of aswein, Some random ones, and that's about it. about 6 months. Also played on EMG100's old server, loved it, not sure why they ended it.
Why Us:Why not? Lulz, jk. Kingdom of Aeonis just kinda died out for me, looking for a new server. I recently played skyrim, so I'm in love with it, and also in love with minecraft. so win-win situation.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1 hour each day of the week if it's good. I might give more, might give less, depends on my time.
IC
Name: Everto ( No last name. Everto has forgotten it.)
Race: Human/Demon. Yeah, a hybrid.
Gender:Male.
Age: 9001.
Appearance: Tall, strong purple skinned with human features. (purple skin cause that's my skin. Errr, minecraft skin.)
Fears: Everto doesn't fear, he may have fear at moments, but he does not fear. ( Don't worry, I dont 3rd person while RPing
Personality: Everto doesn't like to get too friendly, nor too hostile, so you might call him neutral. He is a good friend however, and an even worse enemy.
Occupation: Battle Mage. Speaking in Skyrim terms of course, one handed with destruction spells.
Skills: Everto is great at swords fighting, and throughout the course of his dark journey, has learned many dark spells to do with necrophilia, and other things best not mentioned.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
General: The Dragon's too powerful! We must fall back!
*just as he said this, the dragon knocked down the tower that they were supposed to be guarding*
Everto: It's too dangerous! We'll be in the open, he'll tear us apart like we're paper!
General: What are you suggesting?!
Everto: I suggest we distract the dragon, and then get people to safety!
After saying this, Everto rushed out of the hiding spot he and the general were, and bravely went in to battle.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Everto was a demon. He was an outcast. He was an exile. Since the day he stumbled into Whiterun because he was made to leave his old city, he was different than the others. Every one looked down upon him, and laughed at him, spat at him, tried to kill him. But that was their fatal mistake. Everto became a demon-human hybrid when he used to be an assassin back, way back when he was human. Then one day, he was hired to kill the wrong person. The man he was hired to kill was in a back of a store. Everto rushed up to him, pulled out his knife, and stabbed it into the base of his neck. To Everto's horror, no blood came out. The man turned around, and punched Everto in the jaw. Everto went flying, and hit the brick wall. He kept fighting, but to no avail. The man finally grabbed Everto's neck, and hoisted him up into the air as though he weighed like a chicken. The man used his other hand to pull out a knife, and stab Everto in the stomach. The man stared at Everto's cold eyes. The man's eyes were a reflection of hell, and the last thing Everto saw as a human.
When Everto woke up, he was in purple flames. He jumped out of the flames, and felt...rejuvenated. Suddenly, as if he were pushed down by an invisible force ( because he was), was made to kneel. A dark cloaked man came out of the darkness. He had red skin, and white eyes. He was later known to Everto as his master. His master sent him everything he needed to know about what he was now, ( a demon) and sent him off. Everto had a free will, but had to do things for him occasionally, about once every century or two. Since then, Everto has been residing in Whiterun.
OOC: Yeah, I edited it. The stuff you told me to add are there.
<3
Everything doing okay?
I think this song can describe the situation nicely: (Just look at the lyrics and apply it to that betrayer)
lyrics:
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last
You love the way I look at you
While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through
You take away if I give in
My life
My pride is broken
[Chorus:]
You like to think you're never wrong
(You live what you've learned)
You have to act like you're someone
(You live what you've learned)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You live what you've learned)
You want to share what you have been through
(You live what you've learned)
You love the things I say I'll do
The way I hurt myself again just to get back at you
You take away when I give in
My life
My pride is broken
[Chorus]
Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
You like to think you're never wrong – Forfeit the game
(You live what you've learned)
You have to act like you're someone – Forfeit the game
(You live what you've learned)
You want someone to hurt like you – Forfeit the game
(You live what you've learned)
You want to share what you have been through
(You live what you've learned)
IGN:Dwarfman623
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Alot of RP servers and alot of DnD :/
Why Us:I love skyrim and have been looking for a good RP server
Time You Can Dedicate:1-4 hours a day if im not working and more on the weekends again if im not working (EST)
IC
Name: Lokien Ironblood
Race: Dwarf
Gender:Male
Age: uknown
Appearance:Stout, Muscular, Lots of scars on face
Fears: Big Hawks xD
Personality: Quiet
Occupation: Blacksmith
Skills: Exceptional Sword Making
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Bandit" 'ello dwarf. *spits* got yer payment. "Me" not today bandit scum. "Bandit" Boss wont like to ere that. Hand o'er the gold or else *makes cutting gesture at throat. "Me" Do your worst. *Bandit attacks with his sword as i step out of the way and drive my sword deep into his side* "Me" *looks at others* go ahead and tell your boss he better not be sending any more men out here or ill be coming for him personally. *cuts head off dead bandit and throws it at the others*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):All i could remember is Fargath telling me to get in his contraption and then darkness. I woke up stiff and cold, i pushed open the door of Fargaths machine im blinded by the snow and sunlight. "where am i" i wonder. hearing a loud roar i look up to see a dragon fly over head and shouting in the distance. I head the other way not looking for trouble, i cant remember much. After a while my tiredness prevails and i fall i hear voices, people whispering. Darkness again. I wake up warm this time im under leather wraps and a blanket, i fell my hairy legs. Im not wearing any clothes. I try to sit up but i feel a hand slowly push me downward, i look to my left and see a woman, she is old but strong, she tells me to rest i need it. Darkness. I wake up, i head towards the door and open it to find myself on an old farm of sorts. The woman, she was here to, she says to me "well looks who's awake" . Shes a blacksmith like me, shes crafting a sword. She tells me the big town to the north is morthal but i shouldn't go there its haunted by evil spirits. This farm will be my new home.
I enjoyed reading the app. There where a few grammatical issues but the general idea and the style of the backstory did it for me. Accepted.
Thank you. I have laods more and it only gets better. I'm trying to get Colb to read it but he isn't responding :3
100% agree. I am an easy whitelister. Im not going to deny it. Some of the others here are very hard, in some cases unfair but it's not my place to judge. What does annoy me thoroughly is they don't provide an adequate reason for accepting or denying. Which ever the outcome I write something small which needs improving or for what I like.
Very true words. No matter how hard the whitelisters here are KEEP TRYING!
Declined. How did he become a hybrid demon/human? How did he find his way to Skyrim? Surely demons like that would find vastly more exciting areas to be situated. I like the idea but the theme doesn't stick. Either try to add more too it or try something more simple to write about.
Only staff and trusted members may be allowed on currently.
Apart from all of Whiterun being destroyed- everything is peachy. Thank you for asking.
Whilst it was well put together, we don't allow Dwarves as a playable race. Sorry.
Its pretty amazing. No two ways about it.
And I think that's about done..... MORE LORE!!!!!!!! NOTE: All credit goes to Andweyful. I told him about the idea and he loved it and started writing. So a big shout out <3
There stood three men who many would not believe were possible to stand so close; Leader of the Stormcloaks Ulfric, the Imperial Commander of Skyrim and the Jarl of Whiterun. The three remained outside Dragonsreach, their eyes casting a gaze towards the mountains beyond. A war had begun, but not one for Whiterun, but one that would decide its existence.
Word was brought that Dragons were attacking Riverwood, with constant roars of deathly beasts erupting beyond the mountain on which Bleak Fall Barrows lay rest. No one could sleep, only prepare. Everyone a man walked, the streets of this city would be filled with the constant rustling of men, whether they be guards, Stormcloaks, Imperials or even the citizens. Everyone equipped with tools of all violent manner, this city was prepared.
Where wars usually split people apart, this one brought them together. The Companions had abandoned their daily routine, joining the Battle-Born and Grey-Manes who united to fight for their home.
A resonating roar could be heard, filling the souls of everyone with pure fear. With eyes scouring the skies, there they were. The dragons. The three leaders unsheathed their blades, preparing themselves for what may seemed as their end. Farengar, the Jarl's wizard stepped out with them, his nonchalant face breaking into a frown. The dragons dropped, with roars of their tongue being heard. Flames spouted from their gaping jaws, engulfing men and women with their blazing fury. These scaled monsters swooped over and about the town, as though it were simply a pond and they were merely playing in the water. Men could be seen bashing dragons that came too close, and dragons grabbing hold of men with their fierce claws.
An Elder Dragon dropped down amongst the rest in front of Dragonsreach, crushing the Gildergreen tree under it and roared at the four men that stood at Dragonsreach. These men roared back, with their brandished weapons lifted high into the sky, and their hearts filled with the adrenaline so few men have. The three leaders leaped at the Elder Dragon, their weapons scraping against the scales of this monstrosity. Farengar threw all form of magic at dragon, bursting lightning bolts or fireballs across it. The dragon merely mocked them with another roar, this time in a tongue of its own kind. A force of energy erupted from it's mouth, knocking back the Jarl and his wizard, while the two leaders managed to escape this roar, lunging onto the dragon.
These two men, united to fight for their lands, stabbed viciously, striking whatever they could that would weaken this thing. The Elder Dragon could feel it now, pain sweeping over its body. The men's weapons were piercing it, and such pain was to be stopped. The dragon threw itself up, its wings pushing against the force of wind to fly. With the two men, the dragon flew up into the clouds. Everyone watched, horrified by their leaders risking such a feat.
Dusk engulfed Whiterun, but the moon shone amongst the clouds. Bones of dragons lay to waste on the streets, scorched and battered men lay dead amongst the wreckage that the dragons had created. The sky was filled with constant roars and bursts of fire. But then all this stopped, and a shadow could be seen dropping. Ulfric and the Imperial Commander could be seen, gripping onto what seemed to be a dead dragon. They plummeted into Dragonsreach, a great echo of destruction sounding into everyone's ears. There lay the ruins of the glorified building, and emerged two heroes. The dragon was visible, but panic spread through everyone as it rose. The Elder Dragon was certainly almost dead, but its eyes glinted with mockery as it gaped its jaws at the two Nords, and let out a bellowing roar of flames.
The two men, who braved to fight against this beast, had lost. The blaze was so intense, that those who survived only saw wisps of their ashes billow into the night sky. The Elder Dragon, too weak to slay the survivors, rose itself up into the sky, filling the skies with its laughter.
Just another small leaked teaser..... Enjoy :smile.gif:
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Dragons laugh?