Yes indeed. Once I kill off a few inactive players.

Edit: Pretty much everyone besides Brogan, Henry, and Katrina is going to be killed off. No one else has posted within two weeks and none of them have given me reasons for absence. I am a patient man because I expect patience in return. I am in Afghanistan after all and I don't have the internet access that I would like but I do inform the RPs im involved in when I wont be posting for a while.

'Tis gonna be a massacre : )

Quite so I'm afraid.

Are you taking on any new characters?

Yes indeed.

Are you going to take control of the enemy this time, or will we do our own fights like last time?

I'm only going to control the Dremora and Karnog, as well as a few of the inactive characters. You're free to engage at will.

Where would be the best place for my character to start seeing that you've been posting for a while?

You can start wherever you wish, though you'll not interact with any of the current characters until after they exit the oblivion gate.

Sorry for being inactive, had no internet access, and I understand killing me off so, goodbye everyone.

It is regrettable indeed but I thank you for playing while you did :)

To clear up some confusion, is the mace Brogan picked up a "real" one? I assumed all the mythic dawn guys would be using bound weapons and armor as they do in the game, which means they would disappear the moment they died.

Oh wait, yes. Indeed. Those maces are indeed bound.
I'll figure it out in some other way. Thanks for clearing this up!

This my cs, I'll start posting when you've done the oblivion gate, just thought I would post it just incase theres a problem with it

Name: Fendryn Omaren

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance: Fendryn stands around 6 foot with un-kept charcoal black hair that comes to his neck and has massive shoulders and is very physically fit. The shade of his skin is dark blue. His nose is larger than average dunmers, which is also bent from the amount of times he’s broken it. He has little scars all over his body, from encounters with animals in the Forrest, but none are that noticeable. He is like every Dunmer and has red eyes. He has ten black gems pierced through his left ear in a row, they don't do anything, he just likes the look of them. Three green stripes run diagonally across his face where he has used his three middle fingers as paint brushes.

Major Skills – Forging, Speechcraft and Mercantile, Marksman, One Handed Weapons, Athletics and Acrobatics.

Minor Skills – Lockpicking, Lights Armour, Sneak, Two Handed Weapons and Spears

Class name: Ranger

Backstory: Fendryn was raised in the city of Cheydinhal, were he and his father owned a blacksmithing company. Since an early age he had been learning how to use the forge and how to create all types of weapons and armour. When he turned fifteen his father thought that he was a friendly enough person to become the salesman when his dad was busy and he became good at bartering with the customers. In his spare time he practised with all the weapons that he was creating and stood out in dual wielding two short swords and using the bow. A few years later his dad lost a bet, were he gambled a lot of his money and his shop to another business owner. They had lost everything and would soon lose the house having no way to pay the ever increasing taxes that Cheydinhal were demanding. Fendryns father became depressed and started drink, a few weeks later was found dead, after he stumbled into one of the ponds and drowned.

Having nothing left, Fendryn sold his house, barely making any money due to the unpaid bills and decided to leave. He gathered a few bits of equipment first, which he bought with the last of his money, and headed off looking for jobs. He learned how to hunt animals so he could survive in the wilds. When he was 20 he signed up for the mercenary company “The Hundred Hounds.” He was accepted for his wide range of skills and signed a four year contract. He was mainly used as a scout finding weak spots that the contracts had and finding the quickest route through the forests, sometimes when they needed him to fix their armour and weapons he would. A few months after his 24th his contract ended and he decided to leave with his two friends that he had made: a Nord Warrior named Ulrer The Tall, he was 5 foot 8 and was given the name to annoy him because anytime somebody mentions his height he goes crazy. Also an Imperial Mage called Quintus Jannus who had a terrible stutter.

They were currently heading south from Bruma to the Imperial Imperial City.

Accepted!

sorry I've been so long. Got caught up in some things.

Name: Jak'al the warlord.
Race: Orsimar
Age: 32
Appearance:
Five major skills: One handed, Acrobatics and Athletics, Alliteration, Mysticism, Enchanting
Five minor skills: Restoration, Light armor, Marksman, Sneak, Alchemy
Class name: Warlord
Brief history:Jak'al started life when an orcish band of bandits kidnapped, and raped a altmer woman. This explains Jak'al's light skin, and pointed ears. However, that only skin deep, as under his skin he is a raging orkish berserk-er. His father, and most of his life long friends were murdered at the hands of the imperial guard, leading him to have a deep, deep rooted hatred for them. After years of being in an orphanage, he one day snapped, and went berserk. This lead to him killing several of the other children, and the caretaker of the orphanage before fleeing. After that day, he organized a small band of orcs, and pronounced himself warlord.....which the raiding lasted a whole week before a large group of Imperial guards found him, and his fellows while completely drunk, and captured most of them. He now awaits his execution for his evil deeds....

I'm afraid I'm getting a bit bored. I'm losing inspiration, and I want to try something new. I regret I won't be with the role-play till the end, but I guess I'm leaving.

Thanks, it's been fun. Hope to see you again around here.