[center][h3][b]PLAYER CHARACTERS[/b][/h3][/center]

[indent][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5261692][b]Akamon[/b][/url] | [i]Redguard | 32 | ♂️ | The Steed | Two-Handed | Agility & Personality[/i] 
[indent]Sword-Noble, mercenary and folk hero[/indent]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5261358][b]Janus Kresimir Ex Pallido[/b][/url] | [i]Colovian Imperial | 42 | ♂️ | The Lady | One-Handed | Speed & Luck[/i]
[indent]Spy and retired soldier[/indent]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5263925][b]Reyna Stromfleur[/b][/url] | [i]Nord/Breton | 18 | ♀ | The Warrior | Athletics | Speed & Strength[/i]
[indent]Gladiator[/indent]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5263944][b]Quintus Gefjenssen[/b][/url] | [i]Nord | 28 | ♂️ | The Lord | Generalist | Strength & Intelligence[/i]
[indent]Farmer, resistance fighter[/indent]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5264001][b]Durzum gro-Moghul][/b][/url] | [i]Orsimer | 35 | ♂️ | The Lord | Heavy Armor | Endurance & Personality[/i] 
[indent]Voshu Ornim warrior and evangelist[/indent]

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[center][h3][b]NPCs[/b][/h3][/center]
[i]The Leaders:[/i]

[hider=Isobel Aurelia][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/30/54/433054c4afa3ca9f5397bc23ba54f6b0.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Isobel Aurelia.
[b]Age:[/b] 32.
[b]Gender:[/b] Female.
[b]Race:[/b] Imperial.

An olive-skinned, dark-haired and brown-eyed woman of average height and stature, Isobel might as well be the poster child for the general appearance of the Imperial race. Captured and enslaved by Thules the Gibbering, forced to fight in his Arena, Isobel proved a capable warrior and survived multiple fights in the deathmatches they threw her in. She befriended the great minotaur Beordan, the Lord of the Arena, while held captive in the Bloodworks beneath the colosseum, and the two of them led a breakout of gladiators in a wild and desperate escape from the Imperial City. They ended up in the woods near Skingrad and took up arms against Count Hruldan and his cruel enforcers.

Isobel is an incorrigible optimist and dreams, literally and figuratively, of a better future for the common people of Cyrodiil. She is lowborn, though her exact origins are unclear. She does not like to speak of her past before her enslavement at the hands of the Emperor’s troops. Actions speak louder than words and her spirited resistance against the self-serving tyranny of the Count of Skingrad has gathered numerous allies to her side already. She is compassionate, assertive and generous, both with her time and her means. While her optimism could be construed as naivety, there is a disarming perceptiveness to her, and she is surprisingly intuitive in matters of leadership and logistics.

Isobel is a faithful devotee of the Nine Divines and regularly spends time praying and meditating on their lessons. She wears an amulet of Kynareth. Her weapon of choice is an Imperial gladius and she prefers to fight in light armor.[/hider]

[hider=Beordan][center][img]https://images.uesp.net/2/26/LG-cardart-Lord_of_the_Arena.png[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Beordan, Lord of the Arena.
[b]Age:[/b] 20.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Race:[/b] Minotaur.

An intimidating colossus, almost 9 feet tall from hoof to horn and rippling with muscle, Beordan was the undisputed Lord of the Arena before his escape, as indicated by the champion’s belt that he still wears around his waist. Like Isobel, Beordan was captured and forced to fight as a gladiator for Emperor’s sadistic amusement, but nobody knows precisely from where. Unlike most of his kind in the Fourth Era, Beordan possesses sapience, an undeniable intellect, and the capacity for speech -- though he is a creature of few words by choice. He is fiercely protective of Isobel, for he owes her his freedom, and rarely leaves her side. Beordan fights as [i]her[/i] champion now, and, through her, as a champion of the people.

Where Isobel is an optimist and a dreamer, Beordan has a wary disposition and shows a natural distrust of most men, elves and beastfolk. He has a nose for detecting lies and half-truths, warning her with derisive snorts whenever he can tell she is being played for a fool. However, when his trust is earned, Beordan is a steadfast friend and ally. He might not say much, but he often cuts to the heart of the issue whenever he does speak up and can be unexpectedly helpful in matters of internal conflict. 

It is unknown what faith Beordan possesses, if any. He fights with a Dwemer warhammer that was given to him in the Arena, opting not to wear any armor beyond his belt -- the hide of the minotaur is thick and nigh impervious to arrows and blades. Remaining unarmored, he moves much faster than anything of his size should be able to, catching opponents off-guard and delivering crushing blows with his hammer that can fell even the largest Orsimer in a single swing, or goring them upon his mighty horns.[/hider]
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[i]The Crew:[/i]

[hider=Llevurlan Indrisil][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6f/23/3e/6f233ebf662dd4a7753fa427b9a0c02f.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Llevurlan Indrisil.
[b]Age:[/b] 87.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Race:[/b] Dunmer.

A Morrowind native that fled the province after the Red Year, Llevurlan kept moving when he got to Skyrim and didn’t settle down until he reached Skingrad, where he happened to have some distant relatives. His elderly aunt was accidentally killed in a skirmish between his family and the Count’s men after they refused to concede to their outrageous ‘tax’ demands, and he took up arms in response. 

Cynical, caustic and clever are the three words that best describe Llevurlan. Without his grim determination to deliver retribution, characteristic of his race, he would be a hopelessly pessimistic presence among the rebels; something that annoys Isobel to no end. Every time she says something to keep morale up, Llevurlan is there to remind everyone that the world is rotten, people are evil and nothing they do will matter.

While capable with short swords and throwing stars, Llevurlan’s greatest skills are stealth and observation. He is a loyal servant of the Three Good Daedra.[/hider]

[hider=Dura gra-Bagrat][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5d/78/32/5d7832fab363eac1b65dcb4dc16d2600.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Dura gra-Bagrat.
[b]Age:[/b] 35.
[b]Gender:[/b] Female.
[b]Race:[/b] Orsimer.

A female huntress that has made a living in the woods around Skingrad for most of her adult life, she came into conflict with Count Hruldan when she was accused of poaching ‘his’ deer -- the deer were not his and it wasn’t up to him to decide who was allowed to hunt in the woods, given that it was land that belonged to the Crown, but who was going to tell him otherwise in this day and age? Not one to take things lying down, Dura started her own guerilla campaign against the Count and his cronies from the depths of the forest until she met Isobel and her allies and joined forces. 

Outspoken, short-tempered and proud, Dura takes nothing lying down and will stand up to anyone who even [i]looks[/i] at her the wrong way. She doesn’t care much for people, hence her isolated existence, but she will tolerate them if it means that she gets an opportunity to kick the Count in his balls and tell him to fuck off to his face. 

Dura fights with a bow and arrow and wears no armor, prefering to strike from the shadows and remain out of range of her enemies.[/hider]

[hider=Henry][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/13/7b/1c137b4409cdc12862956b2f78ffc297.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Henry.
[b]Age:[/b] 17.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Race:[/b] Breton.

The stable boy of an inn that was burned down in a drunken rage by the Count’s men, Henry had nowhere left to go. Already an orphan before the age of 12, his job at the inn was the closest thing he had to something resembling relatives and the owners of the inn perished in the fire. Heartbroken, angry and lost, he wandered the countryside around Skingrad, performing odd jobs for poor wages and going hungry whenever there wasn’t any work to be found. Isobel took pity on the boy and allowed him to tag along with her and her fellow rebels. Grateful, Henry now serves the crew by taking care of mundane tasks like cleaning, cooking and looking after the horses. Because of his unquestionable loyalty, he sometimes acts as a messenger for confidential missives.

He is nervous, shy and kind-hearted. Henry is determined to prove his worth as a man and take revenge on the Count, but he has a lot of growing up to do before he can go toe-to-toe with anyone. He looks up to the rest of the rebels and treats them with an almost off-putting amount of reverence. But he is a faithful companion, and his innocence and pure nature has made him something of a mascot for the merry band. 

Henry worships the Nine Divines. Isobel gave him a dagger to protect himself with in case of emergencies, but he barely knows how to use it.[/hider]
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[i]The Enemy:[/i]

[hider=Count Hruldan of Skingrad][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8b/44/a2/8b44a2e5138d96c5aa0419ae8d8d14d7.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Hruldan, sometimes called Hruldan the Coin-Catcher. 
[b]Age:[/b] 48.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Race:[/b] Nord.

The usurper of the beloved Count Janus Hassildor, Huldran is a self-serving cretin of the highest order. His high taxes, employment of cruel guards and mercenaries and lavish, hedonistic expenses have made him wildly unpopular with the common people of Skingrad and its surrounding townships. The aristocracy doesn’t mind him, however, as he knows how to grease palms and sweeten deals with the people that ‘actually matter’, and that has helped him to remain in power thus far. 

He is cruel, mean-spirited and greedy. He has a family; a wife that is rarely seen out in public, and two sons that are just as bad as he is. When a dose of extra vicious punishment is in order, Hruldan sends them to take care of business. The only times Hruldan can be seen laughing is when there is an opportunity to do so at another’s expense, and he responds with pitiless prejudice to any perceived slights against his character. That Isobel and her allies have managed to take down all of his lieutenants has put the fear of the gods in his heart, but it is unlikely that he will repent at so late an hour. 

He only worships money and power. A formidable warrior in his own right, Hruldan fights with a barbed mace and wears a suit of heavy armor.[/hider]

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[i]Others of Note:[/i]

[hider=Robespierre Chalamer][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8e/55/d2/8e55d291400a9d3a6c687ab6af9eb568.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Robespierre Chalamere. 
[b]Age:[/b] 62.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Race:[/b] Breton.

One of Skingrad’s aristocrats, and a rival to the lowborn Hruldan. He believes he can do a much better job, and is a much more deserving candidate, as Count, and has therefore allied with Isobel and her rebels. They are planning to install him as the new Count once Hruldan is defeated. His knowledge of the other nobles in the area and where their loyalties lie is invaluable information in the politicking that will inevitably follow. 

To his credit, Robespierre is a much nicer man than Hruldan. While not a saint, he has enough education, humanity and sense to respect the common people and be aware of their plights and needs. He is not wildly popular with the other nobles and notables of the county, but his family has been there for a long time and the Chalamere name has a decent reputation. In short, he was the best candidate that the rebels could find. 

Robespierre worships the Nine Divines. He does not fight, carrying no arms and wearing no armor.[/hider]

[hider=Lucius Lex][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a6/fc/5d/a6fc5dfc3c67f92ea16eb32c9e3580f4.webp[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Lucius Lex.
[b]Age:[/b] 41.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Race:[/b] Imperial.

The leader of the Skingrad citizen’s militia that has taken up arms against Count Hruldan, inspired by the example set by Isobel and her allies. They are ordinary, local folk, who want to back to tilling their lands and working their smithies in peace as soon as their current, cruel ruler has been replaced. All told they number about 200, their numbers having swelled ever since the Count has been reduced to cowering behind his walls. 

Lucius is a salt-of-the-earth peasant through and through, a tanner just like his father was before him, from one of the villages that dot Skingrad county. He doesn’t have much affection for big city folk, in particular big city folk that come around too much and demand too much in taxes. His workshop was raided when he refused to cooperate and that left him without a livelihood. Anger and hope inspired him to rally his fellow citizens, and he has been their leader ever since. He looks up to Isobel and her inner circle, many of whom are experienced adventurers and fighters, and her minotaur companion has caused him to invoke a comparison to Saint Alessia and the demigod Morihaus more than once -- heretical talk that would undoubtedly get him into trouble with the local clergy, if they caught wind of it. 

He worships the Nine Divines. Lucius happens to have a sword, but most of the other militia members fight with tools like pitchforks and scythes.[/hider]