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Current "my basement"
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most of them are looking for something quite specific
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I did. Part of advertising for my Sonichu memorabilia resale business.
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18 days ago
Even with that new data I could still beat up a trex
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20 days ago
i went to karaoke and tried to push my vocal range further than it could go.
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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.

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With five people so far having shown interest to me I'm going to stick with us being Legionnaires rather than Penitus members. As well I dropped a an extremely rough timeline of post TESV events and the CS I'll be using come the OOC.
As he ascended the steps to the White-Gold tower behind a cheering crowd, nobody could deny that the Dragonborn had not earned the crown by right of conquest, by mandate of heaven, and any other qualifier. Legate of the Imperial Army, husband of the High Queen of a unified Skyrim, Chosen of Stendarr, liberator of Solstheim, Saviour of all creation from Alduin, the purger of Volikhar, any amount of titles stemming of accomplishments could be said in his name. With the death of Titus Mede II at the hands of the Dark Brotherhood, all it took was the blood of Alduin - Firstborn of Akatosh - being shouted into crystal and forged into a new Amulet of Kings for the Imperial nation to kneel before the Dovahkiin.

Though there was much celebration following the coronation, he knew he had to get to work. The Empire had to be molded into something new, something that would stand the test of time and be worthy of the rule of his children, something that would have the strength to go on its own and at last grant the man respite.

Citizens, countryfolk, kinsmen. I address you now, on the anniversary of the signing of the White-Gold Concordat. With the divines as witness, I have always stood for the path of peace. Where the Thalmor have always pushed the boundaries of the treaty, where the Elves have shown naught but aggression and hatred, I have worked to have the Empire not rise to insults and provocations. But the patience of even holy Talos - yes, holy! - was finite. Today their transgressions will no longer go unpunished! Today the Thalmor will know justice, tomorrow not a single Thalmor will live, and the Aldmeri Dominion will be a footnote in history. For The Empire, for its people, for all Nine Divines, in memory of Alessia and Septim, by the will of our ancestors, Dinok wah Thalmor!





Greets, I'm Andy back at you with another RP. This time its an Elder Scrolls one based on a binge of TES: Skyrim where for the first time I realized the Stormcloaks are the bad guys. This RP is going to be a rather gritty one following the second great war between the Empire and the Thalmor. Some years following the events of TESV: Skyrim the Imperials felt the confidence to right the wrongs of old, and declared war upon Alinor. We will follow the adventures of members of an Imperial Legion that will be sent to many fronts to ensure victory against the foe wherever it may come. While I will not shy away from the beloved esotericism of the elder scrolls series, my focus will still be on the more secular world of geopolitics that our little people will be smack dab in the middle of: war.

Rules would be quite simple, don't be a dick, metagamer, etc. Etc. I come from a more NRP background so I value dedication more than consistency, and so I'll be a bit broader with my post schedule and say at least once a month. I’ll be wanting at least four people to show interest here before I continue to make an OOC; if I only get 3, I will do a small rework of the RP/story so we focus on a squad of the Penitus Oculatus instead.





With that, I hope to hear from everyone!

As he ascended the steps to the White-Gold tower behind a cheering crowd, nobody could deny that the Dragonborn had not earned the crown by right of conquest, by mandate of heaven, and any other qualifier. Legate of the Imperial Army, husband of the High Queen of a unified Skyrim, Chosen of Stendarr, liberator of Solstheim, Saviour of all creation from Alduin, the purger of Volikhar, any amount of titles stemming of accomplishments could be said in his name. With the death of Titus Mede II at the hands of the Dark Brotherhood, all it took was the blood of Alduin - Firstborn of Akatosh - being shouted into crystal and forged into a new Amulet of Kings for the Imperial nation to kneel before the Dovahkiin.

Though there was much celebration following the coronation, he knew he had to get to work. The Empire had to be molded into something new, something that would stand the test of time and be worthy of the rule of his children, something that would have the strength to go on its own and at last grant the man respite.

Citizens, countryfolk, kinsmen. I address you now, on the anniversary of the signing of the White-Gold Concordat. With the divines as witness, I have always stood for the path of peace. Where the Thalmor have always pushed the boundaries of the treaty, where the Elves have shown naught but aggression and hatred, I have worked to have the Empire not rise to insults and provocations. But the patience of even holy Talos - yes, holy! - was finite. Today their transgressions will no longer go unpunished! Today the Thalmor will know justice, tomorrow not a single Thalmor will live, and the Aldmeri Dominion will be a footnote in history. For The Empire, for its people, for all Nine Divines, in memory of Alessia and Septim, by the will of our ancestors, Dinok wah Thalmor!





Greets, I'm Andy back at you with another RP. This time its an Elder Scrolls one based on a binge of TES: Skyrim where for the first time I realized the Stormcloaks are the bad guys. This RP is going to be a rather gritty one following the second great war between the Empire and the Thalmor. Some years following the events of TESV: Skyrim the Imperials felt the confidence to right the wrongs of old, and declared war upon Alinor. We will follow the adventures of members of an Imperial Legion that will be sent to many fronts to ensure victory against the foe wherever it may come. While I will not shy away from the beloved esotericism of the elder scrolls series, my focus will still be on the more secular world of geopolitics that our little people will be smack dab in the middle of: war.

Rules would be quite simple, don't be a dick, metagamer, etc. Etc. I come from a more NRP background so I value dedication more than consistency, and so I'll be a bit broader with my post schedule and say at least once a month. I’ll be wanting at least four people to show interest here before I continue to make an OOC; if I only get 3, I will do a small rework of the RP/story so we focus on a squad of the Penitus Oculatus instead.





With that, I hope to hear from everyone!

So I told Aaron elsewhere the only real thing I'd note is how they relate to other realms but otherwise I'm done. Any people interested in the RP feel free to hit me up to talk about potential relations between our realms; stuff like potential participation in punitive expeditions, potential of agreeing to recognize the Egyszers as electors for the crown, etc.
@Dinh AaronMk

Did a bit of sock puppetry of our lady to get us moving, lmk if I over stepped anything @Su
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After the woman shook her head, Gail shrugged, and ran off to the mystery city. A supermutant was far faster than a human being even when making sure to be keeping quiet, but it was still some distance to cover. Back in the day the Master's Army had used steam-trucks, ingenious retrofitted vehicles that had now gone out of use despite the amount that were even now still sitting there in the Necropolis. But now it was purely Gail's own burden to get there. Looking up, he noted a sign, Ashland.

It was a shithole, despite the fact somebody had tried to decorate the place such that this fact would be hidden. Despite everything, he didn't see very many people, at least not from outside of the place. He hopped a few meters closer to a stone upon which he could stabilize his rifle and examined it. There was movement, but he would have to get a lot closer to inspect the place. He was almost about to run closer, until looking up into the sky he found that he had already been here some time.

Thus he stood, and sprinted back. Somewhere around half of the journey's path he ignored stealth, kicking up a dust cloud with his great big mutant feet thus announcing his arrival to the team. Again he deactivated the stealthboy with the noise ever more common to the group. "Movement in City. Called Ashland. Looked... happy, but that's gone. Probably raiders, or wildlife in there."
@Eviledd1984

No you're fine, if you don't have anything else to say don't force it.

@Andreyich

I'll send you a Pm tomorrow with the details of what you find in the town.

Sorry all, its been a bit busy for me lately, so I might be a little slow in responding.


No worries
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