Leidenschaft

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Robeatics said
Speaking of popping in. Hi guys! I can only hope no one forgot Urzoth. I've been waiting to hop in here forever. Derv and I have been catching up these past couple of weeks and I've revamped my CS to not suck immensely. Hopefully you all can expect me to jump in sometime.

Leidenschaft said
4 khajiits
3 bretons
3 nords
2 orcs
1 argonian
1 imperial
and 1 dunmer...oh and 1 fox walk into a bar...

They all develop PTSD because moments after they come out, an ancient evil is awakened and conducts something similar to the Rape of Nanking to the Imperial City.

Who the hell is Urzoth?

And who the hell are you?

jkjk

Okay, get ready:

SO...Our adventures start off with the brave, impetuous and morally ambiguous scourge-of-the-seas, Zaveed of Senchal, and the crew of the Sea Wisp on ther way to make port, probably at the behest of Imperial authorities...Oh, yea, he's also being paid by the Empire to do what he likes...anyways, they're heading to Anvil and find another ship and it really kind of gives Zaveed a tickle when he gets lost in the idea of slitting everyone's throat onboard and then leaving with their money and other shiny things. I'll let your mind wander to how that ends...

Hint: Zaveed fucks their shit and Arrol Flynn's the captain as a big fuck-you to other captains in a 600-mile vicinity. Because he's fucking Zaveed.

Meanwhile, Around Tamriel...

People heed the call to ogle people who killed an old guy because they got angry once. It turns out that really gets you a lot of respect in TES. Go figure. Anyways, the Heroes also heed this call, but also hate it in a kind of tsundere way. They all enter the city and try to not be spotted, hijinks ensue. The Heroes of Tamriel, because people also like to give you titles when you sack their city and kill their ruler, meet some people who help them get away from all the crowds who want to see those kooky kids who murdered their only hope to survive the antagonist species of this very RP. That's right, we're all fucking assholes. Shortsighted assholes.

So, after they all meet in a tavern- OH, GOOD JOB GM'S, PLAYER CHARACTERS MEETING IN A TAVERN, HOW CLICHE!- after they meet in a tavern, they all get completely shitfaced while bragging about how hard it was to cross Tamriel to kill a geriatric Emperor. The late-Emperor's son-now-new-Emperor basically is like, "EVERYONE CLAP FOR THESE GUYS THAT KILLED MY DAD! :D" and everyone does. Sevari sees some dots on the horizon and is just like, " just birds lol :P"

As if karma was a thing in TES, the crowd explodes...

No, I mean, like, not with happiness, I mean they literally fucking EXPLODE.

OH MY GOD, COULD IT BE LOYALISTS FROM THE LAST REGIME?????? Nope, Dwemer. Fucking airships appear and Dwemer drop down from the sky. The Imperial City gets Rape of Nanking'd because fuck everyone in it. The Heroes, totally unprepared for this, start to run along with the people. Everyone's like, "What the fuck, do something guys!"

And the Heroes are all like, "I, uh, uh...shit..." and they keep running and hide in a shop. When they make it out, they go to a cave and meet some bandits inside. They kill everyone, because that's what they do and then they quite literally just fall asleep right next to the piled-up bodies as an even bigger fuck you to the peoples' lives they just took. They meet a guy in the forest who's taken it upon himself to lead a contingent of resistance in Cyrodiil against the ancient evil that's been awakened.

Spoiler Alert: Literally all of this is the protagonists' fault. Everything. All of this.

Resistance-Leader is like, "Go retake Chorrol."

Of course we're like, "eeeeeeh, okay."

And so we did.

A few weeks later we're in Anvil, Zaveed has his ship, Sevari is placed firmly in the pocket of the Empire because a guy said, "Do this and YOUR FAMILY will be safe." Sevari's dad-senses start to tingle madly and he absolutely agrees. Gorzath fucking kills a guy and the Dominion invasion of the wounded Cyrodiil helps them to forget this. Of course, the Empire's army is totally and completely demolished. I mean, 1000 men against a force twice their size? With tigers the size of elephants? Pffft.

Anyways, Zaveed's like, "OH SHIT ITS MY FORMER EMPLOYER" and gets the fuck out of dodge. Sevari's just like, "Shit, should I lave with them?" and this guy's just like, "Your kids."

"Oh, right, I'll stay."

Battle unfolds. Anvil taken. Sevari captured. Count of Anvil and his bitchy wife? Dead. Everyone else? Dead...or in a prison camp. Sevari is among the chosen to prisoners to not only carry out manual labor that consists of, "Put this rock that is right here someplace else or something," but to also get strapped to a torture device and, well, tortured. Sevari's like, "Fuck you, I watched my brothers waste away, their water-pruned skin showing from spots where hair simply fell out due to malnutrition. Their fur caked with their own blood and shit. I washed myself in the blood of my captors and lived as a pet to a Breton who took great pleasure at the expense of others. YOU THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING TO ME THAT HASN'T ALREADY BEEN-"

"Fear spell lol :D" and Altmer commander begins torturing the totally disheartened Sevari.

Meanwhile, on Stros M'kai...

Everyone's living way better than Father of the Era, all until some Redguard woman's like, "You specialize in doing things for others that usually end up fixing problems people have, right?"

"Yeah."

And so a tribe of goblins loses its leader and their minds and just scatter to the hills. The sociopathic necromancer gives everyone who visits the Isle of N'Gasta PTSD as a parting gift as his pet projects crumble with his death. Redguard Woman's like, "Okay, pretty good."

Meanwhile, in Cyrodiil...

Marassa's Stupid-Gloryhound-Friends-in-Danger sense starts tingling. She kills two people pretty much just doing their jobs and steals some guy totally unrelated to anything happening's horse and rides for Cyrodiil. Once she gets there, she Marassa's her way through the Thalmor prison camp and rescues Sevari. Sevari gets oh-so-sweet revenge after bonding with his dad a few days earlier. Sevari's dad rallies his men with what I like to imagine was basically him yelling, "FUCK ELVES!"

And so they killed every elf in the camp.

Marassa and Sevari have some bro moments and then they decide to go rejoin Zaveed in Hammerfell because that's where they figure he is. In the most dangerous, firmly held-by-the-enemy province of Tamriel. They haven't found out that they were right in their hunch yet because Marassa was too busy leading a revolt in Hammerfell and Sevari was too busy being tempted to be a criminal again before being all, "MUH CHILLUN" and leaving.

Before he leaves, Marassa's like, "We're bros...but I wanna be more than just bros" and kisses a married man before he goes back to his wife and children he's always fucking complaining about not being around. New fathers, right? Pfft.

Meanwhile, everyone else enters Hegathe and, guess what, THEY DISRUPT THE PEACE AGAIN, WOW, GOOD FUCKING JOB CAN YOU GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT FUCKING SOMETHING UP?

The answer is no. Anyways, we're introduced to our two main antagonists, Colonel Hans Lan- I mean, Major Kerztar Stungnthamz of the Dwemer High Government's Ministry of Order and big bad Governor Razlinc, who just loves to watch people duke it out in her arena because she's kinky like that. These are the people whose names are scribbled into every square in our calendars to remind us to do at least one thing that will completely piss them off that day.

ANYWAYS, our characters orchestrate a riot because toppling regimes that keep a relative peace has become their hobby. A lot of people are dead now, Francis is busy just being like, "Oh, my Gods, I killed a lot of people...oh no, oh no..."

Qara'Sion is busy being like, "THIS IS FUCKING STUPID......I WANNA GO HOME.....FUCK."

Zaveed is like, "Oh, shit, I just realized I'm kind of a shit person for doing more than half the things that I've done in my life."

Please, if I've missed anything, feel free to ask someone else. It's eleven o'clock in the dead of night where I am and this shitty summary is the best I can do in my current state.

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Dusk said
This flight has wifi. Neat.I'll try and post tonight when I get home, folks. Just popping in to say I'm not dead.

Yay!

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scarend said
Well, I suck at this and don't do this enough. I suppose I'll be kind and I'll open it up, because otherwise I'm ruining the experiance for all of you and not allowing others to take part. I want to continue, but I don't really know what to do and I would be better of if Dark Wolf was still here. I'll open it up, I guess, I think I'll leave. :) Just don't forget me! ;) :P Thanks for letting me take part it's been rather fun.EDIT: But, yeah, really it was the same as JAngel. Not sure what to write or do. Do you mind if I stick my nose in to look around every now and then? Not to change anything, just to observe.

Can't see why not, man. It was cool to have you around.

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GreivousKhan said
Now I see the bretons are no longer boring!...Wait no, still dull. Btw, what will happen to Elsweyr? I assume it's also open now.

One day, I'm going to get a job at Bethesda. When I do, I'm going to pay off Todd Howard with 5 million dollars to replace all the lore on Hammerfell with the entire history of Walt Disney and his company.

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GreivousKhan said Bretons still uninteresting

KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

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Francis stirred himself awake, looking over at his hulking friend sitting next to him, still awake. He couldn’t quite tell if he was alive, if this was all real and his mind started rushing towards possibilities that he was in some sort of purgatory before Vendel looked down at him, “You’re alive.”

“Yes. How did I get here? The battle, did we win?” Francis asked.

“We won, barely. You’ve got a few new scars for the tavern wenches to ogle now.” Vendel said, something in his face told Francis the comment was bitter rather than joking.

“I guess I do,” Francis said, pushing himself up from the floor to sit on his arse with his back against the wall, “What of the others?”

“Alive.” Vendel said.

“And the Khajiit?” Francis looked around the room for a Khajiit, not finding any, he feared the worst of his savior.

The doors opened and in strolled the Khajiit he’d seen when he was half-dead, laying in his own blood. He looked to Vendel, wondering if that was the same Khajiit. Vendel nodded and Francis got to his feet with some work. He still felt sore and tight in a few places as he made his way to the Khajiit. He cleared his throat in attempt to get the Khajiit’s attention, sketching as good a court bow as his sore body permitted, he said, “Hello,” recovering from the court bow, he went to rest his hand on the pommel of his bastard sword but found none, throwing the thought away to what was at hand, he nodded and continued, “You saved my life, Khajiit. Can a man know the name of his savior? You have my gratitude, my loyalty and my sword- uh- when I find it again.” He smiled sheepishly, looking down at his empty scabbard.

Stopping in his tracks, Qara'Sion only turned his eyes to face the person speaking to him with arms folded. This one was one of the people he healed during the battle: the friend of the large nord. He remained as still as could be, hearing the man's words: a hello, a thank you, and an asking of his name accompanied with a slightly distracted bow. He was in no mood to speak with a stranger, nor to hear false pledges of loyalty as he believed it to be. So the easiest and non-rudest way of hurrying the soon to be short lived conversation along was to give quick answers. Arms still folded and eyes locked on the speaker, the khajiit turned to face the breton. "Qara'Sion. You're very welcome. Is there something else you wish to ask?" He was blunt and stern in his voice. Just move this along as quick as possible, and go speak with Shenzi. That was what the khajiit wanted.

"Excuse me if I have intruded, but I wanted to just humbly share my appreciation and gratitude to the Khajiit that saved my life, you see." Francis said, sensing that he wasn't quite welcome at the moment.

"I understand that we won a hard battle, one that I regrettably did not take part in for long before I was cut down, as it were. Again, if it wasn't for you, I would not have survived my wounds. Thank you, and I'm sure many others in need cherish men, mer and betmer of your disposition." Francis looked to Elayna, still sitting far away with a Nord woman.
Zaveed had not shown up yet and Francis wondered where he was, "Do you know where the Heroes are? It would be my understanding that they are in Hegathe. Please, do correct me if I am wrong."

Qara'Sion's disposition did not change even in the slightest way even from receiving the breton's thanks. He only shifted his stand off-ish pose and blinked once, staring at the man. He only gave a simple nod to show a bit of mutual respect to the breton. His eyes followed the other's to see where he was looking. The khajiit could obviously see where he was looking at, but couldn't pinpoint exactly what...

Then his question came up. He could only sigh, lower and shake his head as his immediate response. He was right, he knew he was right. So many people in this world asking for the heroes... and so many burdens they carried. Zaveed was pissed off, Gorzath was dead, and Gods know where Hralvar and Sevari were... and any other heroes.

Picking up his head to look the breton once more in his eyes, Qara'Sion stoically spoke. "Zaveed is outside, and I suggest you do not speak to him at the moment. And Gorzath died today."

The khajiit felt as if he was going to repeat his sentence often tonight. At least, the last part of his sentence. At that, Francis inhaled sharply and his brow furrowed. Did hereally hear what he though he heard? Gorzath was dead? How? Krieger's shadowy monsters couldn't bring him down, nor the others under Krieger's command and he was felled now? Francis looked at the ground, not sure of what to make of it. After the Mausoleum, he, Gorzath, Elayna, Vendel, even Wets-His-Blade made a pact to take whatever they saw within the Mausoleum to their graves, they'd made of eachother a sort of brethren in silence. Francis held Elayna, Blade and Gorzath in high regards ever since the Mausoleum. He would never divulge what happened, but they were all brave.

"I can tell that you've said the truth." Francis said, grimly, unsure of what else to say, "He was with me, you know? On the Necromancer's Isle, we stood together against monstrosities the world was never meant to see. None of us wish to speak of it, but he was a brave Orc. Elayna too," he spared another look, unsure if Elayna, another member of the small pact, knew of Gorzath's fate yet, "Who else knows?"

Hearing his words, Qara'Sion tilted his head in confusion. He had mentioned the Necromancer's Isle and Elayna's name... which was off. That was one of the "requests" asked of the group back when, yet the khajiit didn't go along with the group to the potentially horrid place. The only ones he could remember going there were the hero, the alchemist, and the gladiator. Blade would be understandable in terms of knowing his name because the khajiit knew he was a fighter... Elayna was the reason he felt curious about how much this breton knew about them. Because as far as Qara'Sion knew, Elayna didn't appear to be the kind of person to have a celebrity title status to her name alone...

He straightened his head and removed the bewildered look from his face, returning to his no nonsense appearance. "Did you really know them? I've been along side the two for quite a bit so I'm a bit hesitant to just say whatever unless you give me a reason to. And you're potentially the first one to know Gorzath is no longer with us."

"I'm very sorry," Francis began, "You knew him far longer than I did, but I too feel like I lost a companion. You remember Nadeen, yes? From Stros M'kai? Mine and Vendel's captain at the time shared an interest of hers, she needed to prove to the Lord of Stros M'kai that she and the insurgency were useful. Captain Alaire and his men, which I was once apart of, needed to kill Krieger for his crimes. Nadeen saw an opportunity in the Captain and that is when I met Gorzath and Elayna as well as Wets-His-Blade, on the island when we were in camp together. Ask Elayna what she saw there and she too will not speak of it."

"None of us will. I am sad to know that Gorzath is among today's dead." Francis frowned, giving a small head-bow, "My condolences."

That... was a bit unnerving. He never bothered to ask about what happened on the isle, he was just glad the three made it out in one piece... Qara'Sion began to scratch his chin in curiosity. A side of him did want to know what happened, and the other side didn't want to question it. Was it really that horrendous for people to decide they should never speak of it? Just what in the oblivion was going on in this world...?

...The other name he spoke of, Nadeen made the khajiit growl in annoyance. Only because of the memory of some stranger using them to their own benefit. He wasn't the only one who complained about doing the "requests" as a few others did as well. He knew because of these requests more people were dragged into the fight, and more people fell.

Qara'Sion rubbed the temples of his forehead, lowering his hand to his side as he opened his mouth to speak. "You're not the only one who's sorry. Many people will be sad to hear of Gorzath's passing. Apologies if I sound rude right now but today was a rough day for us all. If you want to speak with Zaveed, it would be smarter to wait."

The khajiit paused before thinking a moment. Maybe the breton would tell him about what happened at the isle.... "Although I do want to know. What happened at the island? So much had happened from then and now, I never got a chance to ask. Originally, I could have gone with them, but I dealt with another problem instead. I had saved Blade's life awhile ago so it would be interesting to hear what he exactly went up against." He couldn't help from smirking slightly just from his last statement. It was always a bit of fun to antagonize the argonian about when he first met the group. And hopefully... the breton would give a bit more detail so the khajiit would know whether to put a bit of faith in him or not...

Francis's hand drifted to the scar in his side, where his heart could have been pierced had Vendel not been there. The half-buried monolith jutting up from the ground beneath the Mausoleum, the corpse-bride, the stench of the entire place wafted back into his nostrils and he felt like gagging once more. Darkness, shadows moving, helplessness, running. Pain, the feeling of hopelessness their gaze inspired. Krieger had been a horrid man, the bodies, they were everywhere...

He looked back up and let his hand fall to his side, "Forgive me. I can only say that you should count yourself thankful to not have been there," he swallowed, staying in silent thought before opening up again in whispers, "What I saw there, Qara'Sion, there is not a day that goes by where a few minutes I spend gripped in terror at the prospect of what was on that island escaping. If there was ever a personification of evil, Krieger would be it. It was horrifying, disgusting, I never knew men were capable of such monstrous acts and be able to smile all at the same time. I will never rest easy until the Isle is swallowed by the depths. There are dark things in men's minds, Qara'Sion, dark things."

He gulped, feeling a deep burning well in his stomach seem to open up and his old scar from the Mausoleum begged for him to touch it. His hand strayed there again and he looked into Qara'Sion's eyes with the most sincerity he'd ever put into any words, "I will never speak of it. Krieger deserved far more than death. We lost half of our men on that island and even though they knew the risks, I don't want to share their fate."

No, this one would not tell him what had happened. He only needed to hear "I will never speak of it." to know the breton would never say what actually happened. Not just his words alone, his body actions told the khajiit that he meant what he said. It was an uncomfortable subject... maybe it would be best if Qara'Sion didn't know. Even he knew how dark one's mind could actually be.

Possibly, he was blessed to not go along with them against... Krieger was it? He didn't even know the name of the man or mer who was evidently, that malicious. And he could have died fighting once more against someone for something he had no part in. Another reason to solidify his decision of not fighting in this three-way deadlock war. There could be a random sadistic bastard taking his chance to strike and he could die from that, let alone the dominion or dwemer...

Qara'Sion moved his hand to cover his eyes as if he could be crying. Just from the breton's story alone made him fear the world. He had to worry about three different sides of the war, his family, and others? On top of the fact of some bizarre psychopaths that could just pop out of the blue? He felt conflicted between many thoughts. Friendship, memories, loyalty, fear, anger, regret, shame, blame. Why couldn't this all just stop...? He didn't know how to act, how to speak, or even how to feel...

He removed his hands from his face, instantly adopting the same expression from before. Just to hide his emotions and up-coming memories. "...Regardless, thank you for fighting with them. By the way, you may want to thank your hulking friend over there yourself if you haven't. He's the one that found me to heal you."

Francis looked back at Vendel, who nodded to him before he looked back to Qara'Sion, "Well, my thanks go to both of you then," Francis frowned and nodded, looking at the ground, knowing he could have died, knowing Gorzath was dead, "Take care, Qara'Sion." He said, turning away and walking back to his and Vendel's place.

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I have a feeling some of you might like this.

The Alessian Resurgence

Okay, so, so far we've got Ormoneric, Syndelius and Jartod, as well as Finnen and Maribelle, I'm assuming on the last one.

I guess we wait for the others, but they might have unsubscribed from lack of activity in here. I say we give this a few more days, because at this point it almost seems as if the GM himself is nothing but a ghost.

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WilsonTurner said
'Shcuze meh, but I would like to join this roleplay, and I see that the, ah, culturally advanced nomad-nation of Orcs are currently land-less. May I join and play as the Orcs? I know little of their actual culture [I was always more focused on collecting Dwemer artefacts and finding Words of Power], but I have a more... battle-lust tendency. Although I think I will have to gradually change the Orcs' society. Can't stand up to an army if everyone are just separate tribes, now can we?

PM me and Gcold with what you had in mind.

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How's about we get a roll call?