The amulet is shattered, Dagon is defeated. With the Dragons blood and the Amulet of Kings, we have sealed the Gates of Oblivion… forever. The last of the Septims passes now into history. I go gladly, for I know my sacrifice is not in vain. I take my place with my Father, and my father’s fathers. The third age has ended, and a new age dawns. When the next Elder Scroll is written, you shall be the scribe. The shape of the future, the fate of the empire… these things, now, they belong to you.
- Martin Septim
Welcome to The Elder Scrolls. The year is 203 of the Fourth Era. Two years ago, the now fabled Dragon Born vanished from Tamriel, along with the defeat of Alduin the World Eater; the Dragon Crisis was brought to an abrupt end by the Hero, with tales of his bravery still sung from bard to bard, campfire to campfire. The remaining Dragons scattered into the wilderness, rarely to be seen again within the lands of Skyrim, still plagued by Civil War between the Empire and the rebellious StormCloaks, with the Dragon Born never having solved the conflict. It's just as well; his interference would have meant certain victory for whichever side he chose, and the future of the lands must rest on more than the choice of one man, whether he be Dragon Born or not.
The Dragon Borns chapter in the Elder Scrolls has come to an end, but the next chapter is still to be written, and we will be the scribes. This chapter will foretell the adventures of you, and those you meet, the people you encounter, and the tales you go on to tell. Whether your destiny has you save the Empire from the Aldmeri Dominion Threat, or simply go on to raise your children in the best way you can, or become a feared and powerful assassin; these decisions are now in your hands.
The shape of the future, the fate of Tamriel... these things, now, they belong to you.
So, that leaves one question, doesn't it: Who are you?
(Here's a rough template of my character to give you an idea. I'd also ask that you update your characters regularly with what's happened to your character in the Role-play, as in equipment and such.)
Theseus stands at slightly over average height for an Imperial, but still not as tall as the Nords of the northern region of Skyrim. His skin holds a light tan, complimenting his woodland green eyes, which for some unknown reason, he likes to think he got from his long forgotten mother. With strong features and a jaw covered in a light stubble, as well as the physical build of someone who's spent the past five years as an Arena combatant, he is an initially intimidating man, but not overly so. Finally, his hair is kept to a very short stubble, not unlike his jaw, and unsurprisingly, his body is adorned with various scars and battle wounds sustained from over the years.
Your Story So Far:
Theseus is a man who is so used to loss, that he barely feels the pain of it any longer. He lost his father, an noble and proud Imperial Soldier when he was but a child. His mother came second, having suffered a great deal mentally at the death of her husband. She drank, and most importantly, she loaned gold. When she couldn’t afford to pay back the gold, she and her only son, Theseus, were taken as collateral. She was sold into slavery, and to this day, Theseus thinks of her as dead. Not because he hated her, but rather, because the thought of her still being alive out there, as a slave, hurt him too much. As for Theseus, the young boy of barely ten years was sold into a different kind of Slavery; he was sold to a noble Imperial family, and became an Arena combatant.
You’d be surprised what so much loss can do to a boy. Theseus became an animal, pushed and beaten until all that was left was the will to survive, and nothing more. It didn’t matter who they threw at him; thieves, adventures, other slaves; Theseus killed them all with nothing but his blade within the Arena, the crowds cheers the only acknowledgement that he was still alive. He grew up in this place, devoid of happiness and love, where blood and sweat were the only daily rewards. By the time he reached the age of twenty, after a decade within the cruelty of the Arena, Theseus was barely recognisable as a man, but more of a combatant, training and raised to kill, and nothing more. But still, the boy dreamed of more.
After one particularly brutal battle, Theseus found himself being invited to meet his owners family, who had forced him into combat for the last decade. They expected him to be grateful of their meeting, but Theseus was anything but. The chains they made him wear didn’t restrain him, and after assault his owner, Theseus made his escape.
From the streets of the Imperial city he ran. He ran and ran until his feet blistered and his eyes sunk. It wasn’t long before the boy collapsed from sheer exhaustion, somewhere within the Cyrodiilic wilderness.
But this wasn’t death for the boy. When he awoke, he found himself not in the wild, but warmed by a fire, within the timber crafted walls of a large Manor. The Manor in question was situated in the dense foothills of Falkreach, so far from the boys home. His saviour, a young Nord named Isabella, had found him near dead at the side of the road near the Skyrim boarder, and had brought him here to heal his wounds. Her home, aptly named Lakeview Manor, was beyond beautiful, and as was she. She healed him, but instead of moving on his way, Theseus remained, to try and repay his debt to this woman. That was five years ago, and still, Theseus remains at the Manor with Isabella and her family, glad that his years of death and blood are behind him.
How wrong he is.
Theseus, after honing his skills within the Arena for half a decade, is a rather skilled combatant when it comes to using a sword. It's reached the point where his hand feels too light without the comforting weight of a steel blade within his grasp. That's where his skills lay, in that of a fighter. A survivor. He has never had a need to sneak or picklocks, or for magic for that matter.
As our tale begins, Theseus has nothing but the clothes on his back.
Whilst trapped as a combatant within the Arena, Theseus gained quite a name for himself; the child raised to kill. He could have possibly made it as the Arena Grand Champion, but that was never the life he wanted.
Theseus is a very reserved person; he often keeps to himself, choosing to observe rather than engage when possible. This cautious attitude has led to his survive over the years. Whilst he conveys a gruff, aggressive demeanour, he is actually far from what his combatant history tells, and still retains an air of humanity and humility about him.
The only thing pushing him forward in life seems to be the desire to forget what happened to him all those years ago.
The entirety of Tamriel is available to you during this Role-play. However, I'd ask that everyone begins their posts with their characters name and location. For example, the beginning of my characters posts with be formatted thusly:
Theseus - Whiterun, Skyrim
This is just so that we can keep track of everyone, with such a large area available. Other than that, I've still got to add the rules and such, but this should suffice for now. Feel free to start submitting characters for approval.
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Here is a collection of Maps of certain areas in Tamriel. If you have a map of any location, such as cities or regions, just send them me and I'll add them here: