Prince Potter

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

Alright! Now that my sheet is up. Anyone care to fill in what has happened so far in-game..?

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

The Fourth Aldmeri Dominion

History:

4E 201:
Prince Aelid of Summerset is in Exile, after his brother assassinated their father and took the throne. Banishing the young prince, he was a rouge who traveled from Valenwood to Cyrodiil, then to Skyrim in time to witness some of the Breton Dragonborns gifts.

Fleeing to Hammerfell, he eventually returned home with a loyal group of followers. These loyalists he gathered while in Exile would serve as his top generals in his new order.

4E 202:
Aelid and Naarin

Prince Aelid returned home to find King Naarin, his brother, attempting to minimize Thalmor power, attempting to secretly ally himself with the Empire through economic and diplomatic means. Both the Thalmor and local Merchants both flocked to Prince Aelid’s side, as well as the ragtag army and fleet he brought. It was during this time he mastered the new Aldmeri ‘Twin Blade’ fighting technique.

4E 203: The following rebellion was swift and brutal, but Prince Aelid successfully brought Justice to his brother. A new upper class was established of Merchants, Thalmor, and powerful Arch Mages. This new ‘Royal Class’ brought friction with their constant conflict with some of Aelid’s entourage, as most of them were not Elves.
Still, this Royal Class brought great wealth and prosperity and after such difficult times, and even began the reconstruction of the Crystal Tower.

4E 204: King Aelid proclaims the founding of the Fourth Aldmeri Dominion, and marries a High Thalmor Official named Lilitha. She is proclaimed High Magistrate and oversees his High Council, handling littler affairs.

With his time freed, Aelid founds three specific and important organizations to his new Dominion.

-The Arcane Society: Taking up occupancies in the lower three completed levels of the Crystal Tower, these Wizards and Warlocks provide much needed magical research to the Thalmor and by extension, to the Dominion. Though the Battle-Mages the Society produces are few in number, they are fierce.

-The Renshi: Lead to the anger of the Thalmor by General Walden, a loyal Imperial man, this battalion of elite and specially trained soldiers are masters of the Twin Blade fighting technique, consisting of a one handed sword and a dagger. This Battalion covers everything from assassinations, reconnaissance, special operations, subterfuge, and more.

-The Order of the Eight: This Elven only caste of warrior-priests is one of the highest honors given in Summerset, and as such, the requirements are extreme. Only eight of this Order may exist at any one time, and they swear their lives to defending the King of the Dominion. They are considered near Holy Crusaders, and are lead by one of Aelid’s most trusted friends, a Bosmer named Dobin.

4E 205: The Crystal Tower continues it’s reconstruction. King Aelid is blessed with a son he names Mithlas. The Thalmor now turn their attention to the world, and realize after the failure in Elsweyr that Valenwood would be next if action was not took soon. Despite constant pressures to the King, he instead chooses to bolster his strength and forces.

He prepared a Altmeri Naval Fleet, and with help from the Arcane Society, enchanted the ships allowing them to travel from High Rock to Blackmarsh without stop. Next, King Aelid would organize the survivors he brought with him from mainland Tamiriel into one specific unit; called The Men of Mer. These forces though disdained by the Thalmor, were usually sent on suicide missions for the Dominion.

-Leadership
Feudalism.
King Aelid > Royal Class (Thalmor, Merchants, ect.) > Arcane Society > Commoners
-Allegiance
-Aldmeri Dominion and The Thalmor
-Military

Dominion Naval Fleet: A fleet of 300 Enchanted Ships, it is manned by professional sailors, and financed by the Merchants of the area. It is captained by Lord Admiral Talinus, a stern and serious Altmer who also is a hard believer in the superiority of their species. He is respected and feared by his crew, and raised up the ranks during the Civil War when Aelid returned. Strangely enough, the Lord Admiral fought against Aelid, but his strong conviction to his people saved his life.

The Renshi: A mix raced unit (to the anger of the Thalmor) of one thousand soldiers, all specialized in Aldmeri Twin Blade fighting. Lead by a Imperial named General Walden, they are the special forces of the Dominion.

Arcane Battle-Mages: A elite group of Altmer only Mages, they are usually experts in Destruction magic and wreak havoc on the battlefield. They number only 150, though their formidably and mastery over the arcane leaves them hard to defeat.

The Men of Mer: A Battalion of strictly Non-Elves, this is for loyalists to the Dominion who are not fit to serve among the Altmer. They number some 1,500 currently, and consist mostly of Imperials, Nords, and Redguard, as those were the provinces of Man Aelid traveled through. They are lead by Jark Wolfsbane

Order of the Eight: A Elven only caste of Warrior-Priests, they number only eight and swear to protect the King of the Dominion. They are lead by King Aelid’s close personal Bosmer friend, Dobin.

Thalmor Forces: These are troops the Thalmor in specific have raised, trained, and equipped. Though they find themselves constantly fighting next to Dominion troops, it is important to draw the distinction that the Dominion does not actually command or have authority over these troops. The Thalmor do. They number near 50,000.

Dominion Loyalists: These are troops who serve the Aldmeri Dominion and are commanded by King Aelid, they number roughly 20,000.

Merchant Mercenaries: The Royal Class has a fair number of Merchants and Traders, all of whom more or less have bound together to form a Economic Union on the Isles. They have brought vast wealth and prosperity to the lands, though always seem to wish for something in return. The sell swords they hire number near 5,000 though they would be hard pressed to use these troops for anything other than defense.

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Important People

High King Aelid: High King of the Isles and Ruler of the Aldmeri Dominion, Founder of the Aldmeri Twin Blade Technique and Protector of the Elves.

High Queen Lilitha: Queen of the Isles and Master of the Small Council, she deals with the smaller internal affairs in the Dominion, and attempts to deal with the Thalmor in order to free time for her husband.

Prince Mithlas: Only a year or two old and still only a babe, he is Heir to the Aldmeri Dominion and by his birthright he is said to be the bringer of a glorious future for the Altmer.

Lord Protector of the Eight Dobin: A Bosmer that first met Aelid when he fled to Valenwood, he housed the exiled prince and helped him gather a small force of Bosmer before local Thalmor almost caught them. It wasn’t long before Aelid had to flee to Cyrodiil, and Dobin followed.

Lord General Walden: Commander of the Renshi and close personal friend of Aelid, he is racially an Imperial, but shares no love for the Empire. The two met when Aelid and his Bosmer raided a Imperial Prison Camp, freeing those inside. Walden rallied the prisoners to Aelid's side and helped fight off reinforcement Legionaries.

Jark Wolfsbane: A Nord of Skyrim and close friend of Walden during the Stormcloak wars, he is secretly of wolfs blood and uses this in dire situations during combat. He was a Hero to the Stormcloaks, and was disgusted by the Dragonborn’s use of treachery and deceit to gain High King of Skyrim for himself, and a Breton! He soon lead all loyal to him including many of the Companions Guild, in following Prince Aelid after he earned their respect by aiding the Stormcloaks against the Empire greatly during the Battle of Whiterun. Though many Altmer dislike him, especially the Thalmor, he is still a loyal Agent of the Dominion. The Thalmor managed to make him Commander of the Men of Mer, hoping the suicide squad would be quickly wiped out. Yet this desperate team of commandos has seen little failure under this harsh Nord’s command.

High Justicar Aldra of the Thalmor: A woman of extreme seriousness and brutality, she has served her people faithfully through many years of service. She services as a High Officer of the Thalmor and has slain many on their behalf. She served as Advisor in Aelid’s father’s court, his brothers, and now his. She represents the interests of the Thalmor.

Lord Admiral Orthorn – A prestigious and decorated sailor, he has served as Lord Admiral of the Aldmeri Fleet for near twenty years now, and even fought against Aelid when the Prince returned with his rebellion. Yet Orthorn is a loyal man to whomever sits on the Throne, and now gladly serves Aelid. It was judged his expertise made him more valuable alive than dead, and he has retained his position. He is highly respected in Alinor.

Arch-Mage of the Arcane Society Nelron – A elderly and kind Altmer, he has lead the campaign to bring the Society back to its former greatness, as well as rebuild the Crystal Tower. Immensely powerful, it is said that he trained long ago with the Psijiic Order, before leaving them out of a deep seated Nationalism for his people. Despite his decrypt body and slow feet, his mind is still sharp and he radiates power.

Grand Master of the Order of Whispers Kalanar – An Altmer who grew up in Elsweyr as a lad, he learned the trade of sneaking and pickpocketing as needed for survival. Eventually he ran a fairly profitable Skooma Empire in the region, before being taken down by the Empire right before the Great War. He escape the Imperial City and joined up with the Thieves Guild for a short while, before coming into the service of the Rebel Prince Aelid while in Cyrodiil.

Culture

King Aelid still has the Thalmor prominently in his court, and because of their aid and support rebuilding the Isles has been much easier. Though he believes that Mer IS superior to Man, he isn’t nearly as nasty or direct in his insults to other races. His is more of a subtle aura of superiority. Where the Thalmor make sure to tell the other races they are less, Aelid does not, as he does not care for the opinions of lesser beings.

Non-Elves are still treated as second class citizens on the isles, though there has been a marked improvement in their treatment under Aelids rule.

His success in leading them so far has earned him both many allies and enemies on the isles, and the Thalmor seem as potent a ally as enemy. The Merchants seem to care little for sides, only money, and now the time is approaching to attempt to rebuild the failing Dominion he was given.

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm (Fantasy Nations RP)

Hey folks, just here to say I'm interested in playing the High Elves. Any room..?

Game of Thrones: Daeron's Conquest

Is House Greyjoy open..? I'd love to take them.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

PM'ed my Doomsday CS to Henry. Really dedicated to making this character work.

Ultimate Comics: DC - Shadows Among Us

Jonathan sat in his recliner at home, in his small apartment near the heater. He had a Newspaper in his hands, and was skimming through it with a light curiosity. He had always thought it important to stay caught up on recent events. It was only a light knock on his front door that made him set the paper down, and answer his door.

“Hey, Johnny. Long time no see, man. I was hoping I’d catch you here, you mind if I come in..?” It was Oliver, one of the few high school friends Jonathan had ever made.

Oliver had more copper skin and was darker haired. Shorter, yet stocky, he had a slash running down his right cheek. A horrifying reminder of how lucky they had been, a few years ago, when more insanity struck Gotham and nearly killed them during the Haley’s Day massacre. Jonathan had escaped unharmed, Oliver wasn’t so lucky.

“Of course you can come in, Oliver. It’s nice to see you again too. Come In, come in!” Jonathan waved the man in before nervously checking the hallway of his apartment complex for intruders or eavesdroppers. Satisfied with the emptiness of the place, he shut the door and slid the bolt lock into place.

The two men made their way to the living room of Jonathan and sat down. Jonathan picked his newspaper back up and thumbed through it idly, waiting for Oliver to speak. Eventually, the young man did.

“You know Johnny, I heard they’re always looking for Doctors with Psychology degrees at Arkham Asylum. You know they pay well too! Have to, in order to get people to put up with working in a nut house like that. Ever think of going there..?”

Jonathan nodded politely, his sky blue eyes sitting calmly behind his spectacles.

“I have thought about it, actually. But I don’t know if I want to devote my life to helping fix broken men just yet. It is easier to build strong boys than fix broken men. It’s why I like to teach. I see the same enthusiasm in my students that I had while sitting in those same old desks they sit in now, only a few years ago too.”

“You’ve only been teaching at the University a year! Surely you can’t have sunk your roots in too deep, have you..?” Oliver seemed genuinely surprised that Jonathan was growing attached to teaching. Jonathan was the kind of man that didn’t get attached to anything.

“Of course not, but I have steady income and am doing something I like, I don’t want to risk it all for nothing.”

Oliver rolled his eyes and stood up with a shrug. He made his way to the front door, and Jonathan held it open for him. After Oliver stepped into the hallway, he turned back to his older friend.

“Well, my brother works in the Asylum and just wanted me to ask around for him. They’re in need of Good Doctors out there.”
“I’m sure they are.” Jonathan said curtly.

“And Shannon works out there too.” Oliver said with a twinge of excitement, knowing how Jonathan would react to this news.

“Shannon…?” He seemed paler than normal, and slightly dumbfounded.

“Yup. Remember her..? Long red hair, cute button nose, and eyes as green as Jade. She was a hell of a girl in High School. Still is. Her eyes are as green as ever, and her legs just as slim. Of course, she’es engaged to marry Bruce now… I know you too never saw eye-to-eye.”

“Indeed we didn’t, Oliver.” The coldness and distance had returned to Jonathan’s tone and eyes. Shannon had seemed to warm his heart, if only for a moment.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she’d mind seeing you some. All that High School nonsense is over now. We’re adults. She works as a Nurse there, so if you worked there, you may even be her superior.” Oliver was using Shannon as bait, seemingly desperate to get a hire for his brother. Things must have been more dire there than he thought.

“Goodnight, Oliver.” Jonathan said cooly, shutting the door noiselessly and locking it. He lean against the door for a moment, listening to Oliver sigh heavily on the other side of the door and step heavily as he made his way down the hall.

He turned around and made his way to his bedroom, looking into his closet, he found a row of clean and crisp black suit all hung up, formal and very dignified; he liked the look of them. But he also liked the look of something else even more…

Pulling a cardboard box out of the corner of his closet, he took it to his room and sat down with it, opening it slowly. Inside was a notebook filled with complex equations and chemistry nonsense. Jonathan’s father had almost created a perfected anesthetic, and Jonathan had been tweaking the formula slightly to see what would come of it. It was one such late night in the lab, he had discovered the second object in the box, a mask.

It was made of burlap and felt rough in his hands. Two eye holes were cut in the mask, as well as a grizzly smile. He had discovered it in Saint George’s Redemption Church many years ago while he was a boy. He remembered the day clearly.

He had disappointed his grandmother Harriet for one thing or another, and she locked him into the crumbling church with a sneer and a lecture, before from outside ringing a large bell that summoned a flock of crows so thick and savage, they had nearly pecked the eyes from Jonathan’s skull. They had ruined his clothes and given him many a knick and scratch, but the boy survived just fine. Physically at least. Inside this had been the beginning of understanding Fear, of understanding what it meant to be truly be Afraid.

He did not know what the mask was doing there, nor how long it had lain. But as the swarm of crows struck the boy, he fell onto his side in-between a pair of pews, and as he lay on his side crawling into the fetal position, he noticed it lay in the dusk and dirt of the floor in front of him, only a few inches away.

At first he had kept it because it looked cool, than as a monument to his vanquished fear, and the death of his innocence. Soon it grew more and more in importance to him, and though he had never worn it out of some misplaced fear, he knew the mask held a great destiny for him.

Sighing to himself heavily, he took his sharp looking spectacles off his face, and rubbed his face sleepily. He laid the box on the bedside table and lay down, suddenly exhausted. He had forgotten to turn the light out in his room, as well as undress, but sleep soon came for him all the same…

Ultimate Comics: DC - Shadows Among Us

Expect Scarecrow's starter tonight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Think someone could whip up a character banner for Beesting..?

That'd be awesome!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Yamamoto woke up from a dreamless sleep, but awoke to find himself smiling slightly. Though his father could be cold or selfish, he had paid him well for his work, and his recently discovered half-sister Asuka truly made the youth feel welcome. Yet after a brief moment of tired reminiscing, he shot up in bed, realizing today was the day he killed a God. He felt ready.

Leaping out of bed fully clothed, having fallen asleep in them last night, he immediately made his way to his father’s office, opening the door, he found the familiar old man on his phone at his desk, speaking in hushed whispers. When Yamamoto approached the desk and sat down before it, he found his father abruptly hang up angrily.

“Well, Atticus got us the barebones, basic Interpol Reports and standard background checks. Said he’d need more time to get more detailed information. Useless Westerner.

Still, here’s what we’ve got. You’ll have to make do. Tremor doesn’t stay still for long, so we need to catch him while we know his location. If anyone can take down this sonovabitch, it’s you, Yamamoto.” He smiled slightly with a nod, proud of his son.

Yet his son did not stare back. He stood over by the bookcase, holding his helmet. Placing it firmly on his head, he looked around comfortably, the visor adjusted specifically for his comfort and need.

“Not Yamamoto…
Beesting.”
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Beesting lay on a small tarp on the roof of a three story building, watching just as intently down the scope of his Barrett M82 sniper rifle as he had originally, three hours ago. His suit was fully calibrated and airtight, the technology amazing the youth who had spent near his entire life in isolation. It had its own heating system, keeping him warm. The generator on his lower back was silent and discreet, requiring one with eagles eyes to spot its functionality.

The obsidian sword of his father’s sat tightly in it’s sheath across his back. He had trained for hours with the blade, and was becoming increasingly proficient with it. He figured given a few more months, it would be as close to him as his own body.

It was sunset now, and cars filled with people coming home from a hard day’s work drove obliviously drove by beneath Beestings sniping spot. The youth, growing impatient, looked away from the scope, instead pulling out a vanilla envelope out of a small carrying space built into the suit. Opening it, he skimmed through the information Atticus had provided.

‘Age: 34
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 188lbs
Info: Left the employment of Oda Takahisa presumably on grounds of disapproval of the actions of the Yakuza, though rumors are he was outed on grounds of being brash and dangerous to the syndicate well being. His absence allowed the role of enforcement open to more traditional classes in the crime world such as Assassins. There are records of him going into exile in rural parts of Thailand and China, along with a spree of international incident in the last year. Yakuza witnesses state he his striking ability is unmatched and many members of the crime family hold him entirely responsible for the 6.7 quake that hit Osaka seven years ago. Interpol dossiers list him as a Muay Boran, Muay Thai, and Kyokushin expert,and confirmed metahuman. He is known to use direct strikes to transmit energy, and the use of these strikes against his environment in ranged attacks. It is unknown as to why he is back in Japan.’

“Hmph. Kyokushin huh..? It’d be interesting to test my skills against him. I haven’t had a decent spar in ages… Ah, well. Let’s see how this goes, first.”

Turning back to his sniper rifle, mounted on the roof, he looked into the scope once more. He waited only a hair’s breath before smiling within the confines of his technologically superior helmet. Inside the scope, he found a God he had been ordered to kill, and there was only one thing left to do.

Breathing slowly and cooly, he took aim at the meditating man in the middle of the park across the street from Beestings perch. With a slight squeeze, a loud boom was heard, and a bullet whizzed toward the man known as Tremor from Beesting’s hiding space.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

I PM'ed Henry about Doomsday. I think that would be a really fun character to play. Though I was thinking of tweaking the character a little bit.

Anyone know when the first Season of this ends, and the second will begin..?