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7 yrs ago
Current Laptop has suspiciously decided to have hard-drive failure two weeks after the warranty expired, so no RPing for me!
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Any in-progress RPs in need of some new blood? Drop me a PM!

Bio




Name:
Kyle (Obviously)

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
I tend to like women

Occupation:
Criminologist

Location:
United Kingdom

Hobbies:
Gaming; Reading; Writing; Drinking; Sleeping; Napping; Snoozing; Eating; More Drinking; Kipping; and Laser-Tag.

A Random Interesting Fact:
I can make the dimple on my chin go up and down.

Warning:
I will vanish for months at a time because adult stuff. I'm also unlikely to post every day.



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I'm glad this is picking up again, especially at a point when I suddenly find myself with some free time again :D

There will also be a competition for best banner/logo design for this RP (cause my one is awful).




The Elder Scrolls: Corruption


The dragons have returned.
Skyrim is in ruin.
The Empire has no Emperor.
And now the Great War has begun again.

But war is not the only threat to Tamriel…


Genre:
Fan-Fiction

The Setting (Messy WIP):
Set a mere twenty years after the defeat of Alduin, Tamriel once again finds itself strife with conflict and many of its citizens are in danger. Not only has the war between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion has been resparked, but many other things threaten to consume the land. Many dragons appear to have escaped the wrath of the Dragonborn and continue to ravage the mortal races, now having spread beyond Skyrim. The presence of Daedra appears to be as strong as ever, despite the sacrifice of Martin Septim over two hundred years ago. And now rumours are beginning to circulate that towns and individuals are being replaced by evil body snatchers; although many of these rumours have been supposedly disproved, the moral panic is having some widespread effects.

The last Dragonborn has long since disappeared and details surrounding what happened around the time he defeated Alduin are still somewhat sketchy. Still, it is clear that he had a very severe impact on Skyrim and that has resulted in the conflict that has arisen now. Some claim that the Dragonborn supported the Empire during the civil war, others claim the Stormcloaks, and a few even claim he was a neutral party. What is known for sure is that the Empire suffered incredibly heavy losses, including the death of General Tullius, whilst Ulfric Stormcloak and his rebellion were eventually wiped out. The combination of civil war and the return of the Dragons left Skyrim, and by extension the Empire, weakened considerably. During this period of conflict the Emperor Titus Mede II was also assassinated, possibly even by the Dragonborn, which led to the Empire falling into further turmoil. These events, combined with the release of Hammerfell, prompted the Aldermi Dominion to break the peace treaty and strike again.

This RP begins on the third night of the siege of Leyawin. During the night multiple people across Tamriel find themselves in a horrific nightmare before being pulled free by a mysterious being wielding a hammer. These individuals awake to find a dark scar marked onto their chests, where the hammer had stuck. There is no damage however nor any obvious signs of other lasting effects. It is clear that these markings are not natural and that there is an air of magic about them, but even experienced mages struggle to explain the marks. Given the current state of affairs, some people bearing the marks simple do not care and have more important things to deal with (in their opinion). Others make it their sole mission to learn more about the mysterious dream and mark. You are one of these marked individuals, but what will you do?



Things to consider:
  • I want this to be as lore-friendly as possible. However I do acknowledge that this is fan-fiction and Elder Scrolls’ lore is somewhat complicated and even contradictory at the best of times anyway.
  • This RP won’t see players huddled together as part of a single team. Instead players will be given free-reign over what their character does, where they go, and who they do and do not speak to. Your player can form their own group and sit in the corner of the world in a cave for all I care. This not only encourages creativity but means that if someone drops out it doesn’t really have much of an effect. Also means people can join at will.
  • Players should strive for balance and feasibleness. You are not the Hero of Kvatch nor are you the Dragonborn – you cannot master every type of magic, be the world’s best swordsman and spend your evenings forging dragon bone armour.
  • I would like your characters to progress, both personally and in regards to skills and weapons. Therefore start with crap armour and stuff please. And no powerful artefacts, be they daedric or otherwise!
  • You can have followers and create/kill NPCs at your will.
  • Magic and skills aren’t restricted to the skills game characters can learn. But still try keep it lore friendly. Keep it balanced! And no flying.
  • You can be minor characters from previous games, although I discourage this.
  • There will be multiple plot-lines which I’ll weave in with various methods. One for example will be me posting rumours which you can then have your character hear IC. You can however make your own ones up! You can even be a dick and interfere in other players made-up plots!
  • You can fight and kill each other! I encourage your CHARACTERS to be dicks to each other, but not if that means you PLAYERS being dicks to each other. Agreeing to collabing an epic battle OOC = awesome. Not talking OOC and then suddenly shooting another character in the eye = bit of a dick move. And try not to swear or use bad language too much, dicks.
  • I am an awful GM. Just awful. I will unexpectedly drop off the face of the Earth for months. If you are happy to casually go on without me or usurp me then this RP should be fine. If however this is likely to cause problems in your mind, then I suggest you jump out of the nearest window.



TL;DR – Elder Scrolls fan-fiction set a couple of decades after the events of Skyrim.

If you are interested then of course say so! You can start on character sheets now if you want, but bear in mind that it could be a wasted endeavour until it’s clear there’s enough interest to warrant an OOC! If you do make a CS now then don’t edit the link page (copy & paste it) and ensure you use hiders.
Due to my on-going shitness, this RP has probably gone beyond the point of saving. I'm going to shelve this for now, but it's safe to say that I'd love to reboot this in the future (so stay subscribed). If anyone wants to steal this world and idea then by all means please do, just ensure you send me an invite haha

You've all been great and I'm sorry I let you down
Butter my biscuit and call me a donkey.

(I'm interested)
As they escaped the dark narrow confines of the war-torn tunnels, Rylos expected to be met with some much needed fresh air; his lungs after all had taken in an almost debilitating amount of smoke and dust during their escape. He imagined that the others might have hoped for the same. However this small wish was not granted, for the air of the seedy undercity was just as polluted. The rich overpowering mixture of gas, waste and organic smells was enough to make most new visitors gag. Still, it was a step-up from the unmistakable smell of death that now consumed the temple.

Taking a quick rest, Rylos leant against the side of the wall and began to focus. Even with the implants and the use of the force, it was hard for him to continue to block out the pain from his injuries. With each passing minute he felt his ability to mask the pain slip and each movement became progressively harder. “You can still move Rylos. Don’t you dare hold your brothers and sisters back.” he ordered himself silently.

"Follow me young-ones. We'll make our way into the city, into the population and then we will find a way to blend in. From there we will be free. Do not fear, we are almost there."

Rylos looked up and the source of the voice, seeing the familiar visage of Master Worror. Rylos did not like the idea of traversing the under-city but he knew that it was their only real option. It was not only a simply horrible place to be, but for him it was almost a form of torture. So many people were cramped into the wretched slums, few of which had any decent standard of life – there was so much suffering and it was hard for him to block it out. For him, he always saw the conditions on the lower levels of Coruscant to be the biggest failing of the Jedi. Their order were supposed to be bastions of kindness, fairness, justice and mercy, and yet they lived comfortable lives in a grand temple whilst people literally suffered beneath their feet. So much darkness festered beneath and it really made one question how blind the Jedi really were.

“I suggest that even once we’re blended in (if that’s even a possibility at this point), that we keep moving and put some distance between us and the Temple. We won’t be able to shuttle off planet anywhere near here without being scanned and caught.” Rylos added as he stood back up-right, doing his best to hide his injury. His eyes darted between the survivors as he spoke, taking the opportunity to scan his comrades for the first time since encountering them. Although he was familiar with Worror, the only person that Rylos really knew was T'ish.
I've been keeping up-to-date, I just haven't been getting the time to contribute. I could throw up another quick rushed post, but my last couple have been poor and it's not something I want to make a habit of.
I've been away in the Dagobah system, but still keeping up-to-date as things are posted.
@Sep Not sure. How far forwards would you even be thinking?
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