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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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Even with that new data I could still beat up a trex
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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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Here's my sheet, tossing it up for public viewing/criticizing/idea-pitching



looks good to me bro u can move it over to the cs tab
Definitely interested in this (If you will allow newer players)! I am new to the forums, but definitely not new to RPing.


If you make a reasonable character sheet I will be happy to take you on.


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, welcome to the thread. This is an RP set about 20 years following the events of TESV: Skyrim, wherein the Dragonborn becomes Emperor of the Fifth Cyrodillic Empire. The Empire has recuperated its strength, and now wars against the Aldmeri Dominion. If you like the Elder Scrolls, if you like slaying some damn knife ears, if you like a mishmash of Rome in antiquity and the Holy Roman Empire you never knew you needed, if you like a gritty high fantasy setting, this is the right place for you.

Rules are 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 am very open to constructive criticism as several players here now given I reformed some of the lore/events based on their insight, and I will listen to any such presentations of critique. However I am the God here, my say is final, if I say “that’s that” then that is in fact the case. Now then, let’s get to the fun stuff.

Here is a chronological listing of critical events to the geopolitical situation in Nirn until 4E222.




Your deployment:



Glory to the Emperor, Glory to the Empire.


small updates to lore. OOC will be up Friday along with an overview of the situation on our first deployment, Skyrim. first IC post most likely Monday.
small updates to lore. OOC will be up Friday along with an overview of the situation on our first deployment, Skyrim. first IC post most likely Monday.


A forest of forklifts moved about the shipyard, their cockpits filled simply with boxes studded by blinking LEDs. Captain Pavliashvili leaned on the wall with his arms crossed, rejecting the cigarette his Marine counterpart removed from his plate carrier. “You think this is going to last?” he asked.

“Robots in the navy?”

“Well what the fuck else?”

The Marine shrugged. “You’ve been deployed mostly to warm water, yes? The easy stations near home, Sakartvelo, yes? I can tell you now, the Soviet Navy and the Russian one before that never had a good reputation. Command put it to you guys being losers. If they take out th e human out of the matter then they can perhaps fix it, stop other fleets from laughing at ours.

“What? Who are you talking to Private?”

The Marine laughed. “Someone who’s going to lose his job in a few years it looks to me. I’d be more smug if I didn’t think there’s a good chance they’ll be cutting out the Marines after they cut you out. But hey, I’m still young, I can join OMON or something. Maybe you can go to the Space Corps!”

Pavliashvili growled. The little shit was right. First it was the sailors, then the officers. But he wasn’t just going to take it from the kid. “Who’s your commanding officer?” The Marine chuckled, turning around and walking off without reply. The Captain almost chased his counterpart, but decided against it and simply boarded his vessel, closing his eyes from the flash of NLCs that authenticated his keycard.

The vessel already felt… lonely. He knew this sail wouldn’t be a long one, but for future ones, the thought of being all alone on his ship terrified the man. Six, ten months with just machines and video calls to keep him company. He did not think he could stand it. With this business the Americans got themselves into, it was a scenario that was getting all the more probable. With the French biting off Quebec, it was no secret that there were discussions of an Aleutian Soviet Socialist Republic, and of Communist States of America.

That was propaganda of course. Pavliashvili has spoken to enough Admirals and once even the Minister of Defence that he knew there would most likely be no CSA. Far more likely was a deployment of Soviet troops around the zones, a kidnapping of all the scientists around, and a plundering of all the research facilities; the people therein would be left to fend for themselves. The luckiest might end living in Californian, Bajan, and similar such Democratic Peoples’ Republics. But for now, preparations were being made. The Soviet Union was not prepared to do any such land-grabs that the second NATO had done. However, it could lay the ground for some ambitious plays of its own. The vessels to be deployed this day were to go to the Americas and discretely deploy supplies, zone-suits, and even some infiltrators and Engineers to prepare for Soviet boots on the ground to take critical sites in the Americas with a great buffer of supplies to prevent the issues of maintaining such a force across the Pacific Ocean for a long time.

He supposed this is why they replaced the sailors with computers first. This was a delicate matter, as delicate as the Spetsnaz working to co-opt the many workers movements into seeing the Soviet Union as synonymous with liberation of the proletariat. There was no room for human error; when it would come time to throw in conscripts with orders to shoot whoever didn’t comply, such delicacy wouldn’t be needed, hence no automation for the army.
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.
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