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Not quite what I was thinking people might RP in a setting such as this, actually. But, maybe it could work, I don't know.
An idea I had, not sure if I should be in Casual or Advanced with this!
The Elder Scrolls: By Right of Blood
EDIT: Actually, after you read this stuff make sure to scroll down the posts! We're making more sense of the RP potential! xD
The RP assumes that:
:: The Empire's allies won in Skyrim's Civil War, Jarl Elisif is the High Queen of the Nords.
:: The Dragonborn did indeed involve themselves with all the 'side factions', they became a holder of many a title, so as to give them plenty of allies - or enemies, perhaps. From Arch-Mage, to Daedric Champion, or Thane to every hold in Skyrim.
:: All missions can be assumed were completed all over Skyrim.
:: The DLCs for Skyrim have also been worked out by this point. The Dragonborn chose to fight with the Dawnguard against the Vampire threat, and Miraak was defeated. If the Dragonborn's player would like adopted/biological children and a home of their own, go for it! Just state what the family consists of.
:: I'll leave it to the Dragonborn's player to decide whether they favoured the support of the Blades or the Greybeards. This is important, but the RP can work with either choice.
The plot:
Whichever path the Dragonborn takes regarding loyalties, to side with the Greybeards or the Blades, Delfine puts a plan in motion to bring a tradition back to the Empire. With questionable methods, the Blades work to increase the Dragonborn's influence, to find them allies and power, and destroy potential threats to their security - their goal: to return a line of Dragonborn Emperors to the throne in the Imperial City, whatever the cost...
Inactive cells of the Blades from all over Tamriel suddenly become active, striking back against the Thalmor. When the Aldmeris Dominion demand action from the Empire, they're frustrated to find that the Empire won't act against the Dragonborn's private army. The Thalmor soon find the Empire's various lords and peoples rejecting them, threatened with execution or imprisonment if they fail to leave Imperial territory.
Whether the Dragonborn hero likes it or not, they're being dragged into a power struggle to take their rightful place as the Emperor, or Empress, of Tamriel. But because of the Blades' less than subtle actions and their results, war once again threatens to erupt all over Tamriel, an Empire prepares to defend itself, and the Dominion fires itself up for war.
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So... That's the base of the whole idea. Thoughts? Anyone interested in playing a part? Dragonborn's available if you didn't already figure that. ;3
The Elder Scrolls: By Right of Blood
EDIT: Actually, after you read this stuff make sure to scroll down the posts! We're making more sense of the RP potential! xD
The RP assumes that:
:: The Empire's allies won in Skyrim's Civil War, Jarl Elisif is the High Queen of the Nords.
:: The Dragonborn did indeed involve themselves with all the 'side factions', they became a holder of many a title, so as to give them plenty of allies - or enemies, perhaps. From Arch-Mage, to Daedric Champion, or Thane to every hold in Skyrim.
:: All missions can be assumed were completed all over Skyrim.
:: The DLCs for Skyrim have also been worked out by this point. The Dragonborn chose to fight with the Dawnguard against the Vampire threat, and Miraak was defeated. If the Dragonborn's player would like adopted/biological children and a home of their own, go for it! Just state what the family consists of.
:: I'll leave it to the Dragonborn's player to decide whether they favoured the support of the Blades or the Greybeards. This is important, but the RP can work with either choice.
The plot:
Whichever path the Dragonborn takes regarding loyalties, to side with the Greybeards or the Blades, Delfine puts a plan in motion to bring a tradition back to the Empire. With questionable methods, the Blades work to increase the Dragonborn's influence, to find them allies and power, and destroy potential threats to their security - their goal: to return a line of Dragonborn Emperors to the throne in the Imperial City, whatever the cost...
Inactive cells of the Blades from all over Tamriel suddenly become active, striking back against the Thalmor. When the Aldmeris Dominion demand action from the Empire, they're frustrated to find that the Empire won't act against the Dragonborn's private army. The Thalmor soon find the Empire's various lords and peoples rejecting them, threatened with execution or imprisonment if they fail to leave Imperial territory.
Whether the Dragonborn hero likes it or not, they're being dragged into a power struggle to take their rightful place as the Emperor, or Empress, of Tamriel. But because of the Blades' less than subtle actions and their results, war once again threatens to erupt all over Tamriel, an Empire prepares to defend itself, and the Dominion fires itself up for war.
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So... That's the base of the whole idea. Thoughts? Anyone interested in playing a part? Dragonborn's available if you didn't already figure that. ;3
The Major remained quiet as he led the way down the service tunnel, at least until he was sure they were alone, just the three of them in a questionably peaceful place. "Stalker by trade. Thought you'd realise that just by looking at me. I'm not going to start reminiscing about my past, so don't go there," he murmured.
Raisa was unsure of how to respond to that. He'd been fine with her at his side, but add the Red into the equation and he starts getting hostile? Maybe he just didn't like them. Or, maybe he just didn't like Valery! It was hard to tell. Despite the odd company, Raisa was glad she wasn't making the trip by herself. The darkness seemed to swallow a single person whole in her experience - with others it felt as though they formed some kind of barrier against it, and not just in a way that they all had flashlights. There was no fear of such a thing as the dark with these guys backing her up.
"We're about to connect to the main tunnel. From there, it shouldn't be far to Volgogradsky Prospekt. That also means the threat level's about to rise. Be on your guard, but not so much that they gun us down at the outermost guard post," the Major spoke quickly, readying his SVD.
Raisa was unsure of how to respond to that. He'd been fine with her at his side, but add the Red into the equation and he starts getting hostile? Maybe he just didn't like them. Or, maybe he just didn't like Valery! It was hard to tell. Despite the odd company, Raisa was glad she wasn't making the trip by herself. The darkness seemed to swallow a single person whole in her experience - with others it felt as though they formed some kind of barrier against it, and not just in a way that they all had flashlights. There was no fear of such a thing as the dark with these guys backing her up.
"We're about to connect to the main tunnel. From there, it shouldn't be far to Volgogradsky Prospekt. That also means the threat level's about to rise. Be on your guard, but not so much that they gun us down at the outermost guard post," the Major spoke quickly, readying his SVD.
"Sounds great! I won't take up any more of your time, we have a lot of preparing to do, because things are looking pretty ugly ahead. Again, I really appreciate the both of you agreeing to help the Patrol! I'll come find you if we need a hand," Trunks waved at the two recruits as they headed back toward the gate at the end of the Time Nest. The moment they looked away, his smile would turn into a look of concern. Usually when new blood worth mentioning joined the Time Patrol, they'd face one of the Elites' own tests, and not by choice. Trunks thought perhaps he should warn them, but.. Glacia never went as far as to kill anyone. At least, none that he'd heard of.
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Blaze would stroll along beside Izaroth, keeping her mind clear of questions for the moment. They were going to train together, and become warriors together - that much is all she needed to focus on.
"I guess if we both have our speciality, we should find balance like you said. You learn to control energy output better, I learn to.. uh.. work out, hit harder and faster, concentrate in a close-up fight! Oh, and there's the fact that I'm not used to people trying to hit me. Or kill me, for that matter!"
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Blaze would stroll along beside Izaroth, keeping her mind clear of questions for the moment. They were going to train together, and become warriors together - that much is all she needed to focus on.
"I guess if we both have our speciality, we should find balance like you said. You learn to control energy output better, I learn to.. uh.. work out, hit harder and faster, concentrate in a close-up fight! Oh, and there's the fact that I'm not used to people trying to hit me. Or kill me, for that matter!"
"Because mutants," Raisa answered sharply as she landed on the platform with the others. The Major pulled his filtration mask off and clipped it to his vest, prompting Raisa to do the same and stuff her mask into her bag. The Major was an aged man, perhaps in his late fifties but quite fit despite that. He'd definitely seen everything, and had the scars from many a battle. His unkept black hair was greying, his eyes were a dark brown. Raisa was an Aryan, as the Nazis would say, blonde hair and blue eyes. She might even look pretty if her face wasn't dirty, or if she wasn't strolling around with a fancy weapon!
"I grew up in Kuzminki, born the same year the bombs fell, and the threats were always a problem there... But earlier today everything just went straight to hell, it was inevitable really," Raisa explained without showing a lot of emotion on the matter. She survived for two reasons: one, the Major was a badass, and he decided she'd be worth teaming up with, and two, she let fear consume her and sacrificed others. She'd already accepted the responsibility, and the fact that Sasha probably would have done the same to her. Crush on her or not, few people in the Metro could face down a horde of mutants and not freak out, he would've left her behind in an instant. She kept telling herself this.
"I met the old man after I secured the gate behind me, and we decided to take the surface to Volgogradsky Prospekt instead of using the tunnel. Otherwise we'd be in bandit territory - and from what I hear of their kind, they wouldn't be so merciful as to just shoot me in the head and take my stuff. So, we survived the surface, met you, and now there's only what, half this tunnel to walk?" Raisa concluded as she joined Valery in covering the route to Volgogradsky Prospekt, shining her weapons flashlight into the darkness.
The Major nodded, "Sounds right. You two go first, I'll bring up the rear while we travel. Stay alert and this will be a breeze."
"I grew up in Kuzminki, born the same year the bombs fell, and the threats were always a problem there... But earlier today everything just went straight to hell, it was inevitable really," Raisa explained without showing a lot of emotion on the matter. She survived for two reasons: one, the Major was a badass, and he decided she'd be worth teaming up with, and two, she let fear consume her and sacrificed others. She'd already accepted the responsibility, and the fact that Sasha probably would have done the same to her. Crush on her or not, few people in the Metro could face down a horde of mutants and not freak out, he would've left her behind in an instant. She kept telling herself this.
"I met the old man after I secured the gate behind me, and we decided to take the surface to Volgogradsky Prospekt instead of using the tunnel. Otherwise we'd be in bandit territory - and from what I hear of their kind, they wouldn't be so merciful as to just shoot me in the head and take my stuff. So, we survived the surface, met you, and now there's only what, half this tunnel to walk?" Raisa concluded as she joined Valery in covering the route to Volgogradsky Prospekt, shining her weapons flashlight into the darkness.
The Major nodded, "Sounds right. You two go first, I'll bring up the rear while we travel. Stay alert and this will be a breeze."
The Major remained silent, and slowly pushed the vent open for a better look both ways down the tunnels. Better to say nothing than promise this would go off without a hitch. Even the short trek to Volgogradsky Prospekt from here was dangerous. If what Raisa told him was correct, bandits could be operating around here. That, or they might be nursing their wounds if the mutant horde from Kuzminki continued onto the next station. He hoped those subhuman wretches died painfully, but a more realistic side of him hoped they were still acting as a shield against further mutant attacks along this line. Dropping down, he gave Valery a thumbs up and covered the southern tunnel.
"Seems peaceful enough. For now," he muttered, flicking on the torch wrapped around his warm hat.
Raisa would still be shuffling through the vent behind Valery, contemplating what he'd said about the Reds. That sounded pretty inviting, if anything! Of course, she realised by now that everything came with a price, or a snag, the Reds more than likely had some negatives. Not that she'd ask "what's the catch?" - that might be a little rude considering they were supposed to be friends for now.
"Seems peaceful enough. For now," he muttered, flicking on the torch wrapped around his warm hat.
Raisa would still be shuffling through the vent behind Valery, contemplating what he'd said about the Reds. That sounded pretty inviting, if anything! Of course, she realised by now that everything came with a price, or a snag, the Reds more than likely had some negatives. Not that she'd ask "what's the catch?" - that might be a little rude considering they were supposed to be friends for now.
Raisa seemed unamused at best, having to help Valery... But he was in front of her in the vent, he could just not budge until he got what we wanted! Just shooting him would probably piss the old man off, too. She took the torch and helped lower it into the air vent.
"You're the first Red I've ever met. I say never judge until you know who you're talking about, and I don't know a lot, just that you guys are communists." Raisa commented. When they were done, she'd crawl in after Valery.
Further ahead, the Major came to a grate in the vent he could open, the service tunnel just on the other side. He was concerned, and not just about the boy's allegiance. Anything could be waiting in this tunnel... But that was the same with every single tunnel, wasn't it? He could never get used to this part: stepping into an unfamiliar section of the vast metro. He'd wait for the others first. In the meantime, he would be listening for even the tiniest sound in the service tunnel, and make peeks from inside the vent. It was dark.
'Ah, home sweet home... I wish I had a fucking car headlight on my helmet for this.'
"You're the first Red I've ever met. I say never judge until you know who you're talking about, and I don't know a lot, just that you guys are communists." Raisa commented. When they were done, she'd crawl in after Valery.
Further ahead, the Major came to a grate in the vent he could open, the service tunnel just on the other side. He was concerned, and not just about the boy's allegiance. Anything could be waiting in this tunnel... But that was the same with every single tunnel, wasn't it? He could never get used to this part: stepping into an unfamiliar section of the vast metro. He'd wait for the others first. In the meantime, he would be listening for even the tiniest sound in the service tunnel, and make peeks from inside the vent. It was dark.
'Ah, home sweet home... I wish I had a fucking car headlight on my helmet for this.'
The Major lowered his rifle and nodded, "Would've let you borrow my sidearm, but if you do have a shooter go and get it. I trust you," he said. It was impossible to tell whether that was sincere or not, but if there was any time to blast Valery in the face and take his stuff, that would have been it. The stalker turned his back on the boy and climbed down into the vent. He could fit in, barely, and still be able to crouch through until they had to drop down into the tunnels.
Raisa rolled her eyes as the old man left her with the nervous guy. Keeping her rifle low, she waited casually for him to find his stuff, resting on the doorframe. "Raisa Sokov, for future reference. The Major won't tell me his name, said it wasn't important. At least we can know each others', right?" she tried to make a little conversation, though the boredom was clear in her voice. It might help him settle, too, and take his mind off the fact that he was with two total strangers for the last leg of the trip.
"...Oh, and why Armory? Kuznetsky Most, right? That's still quite a ways to go after Volgogradsky Prospekt."
Raisa rolled her eyes as the old man left her with the nervous guy. Keeping her rifle low, she waited casually for him to find his stuff, resting on the doorframe. "Raisa Sokov, for future reference. The Major won't tell me his name, said it wasn't important. At least we can know each others', right?" she tried to make a little conversation, though the boredom was clear in her voice. It might help him settle, too, and take his mind off the fact that he was with two total strangers for the last leg of the trip.
"...Oh, and why Armory? Kuznetsky Most, right? That's still quite a ways to go after Volgogradsky Prospekt."
The Major didn't reply to the nervous young man, but backed away from the door as he heard the slow steps getting closer. When the door opened, the barrel of the SVD would be thrust about two inches from Valery's filtration mask, but no shot was taken. He was actually going with it. The risk went both ways - who's to say there wasn't more of them out there? Now that the Major had a captive, he wouldn't let him out of sight. "Raisa, check the hall for contacts. If it looks good, we slip into the vent here and get underground without any trouble," he addressed his companion first, "Where's your weapon, the one that turns the room into swiss cheese? You're crazy to travel the surface without one... We did hear gunshots earlier, as I recall. Lose it?" the stalker asked.
Raisa strolled past the two, checking the corner before cautiously advancing into the hall. Other than the mandatory creaks, cracks and occasional howls on the wind, there was no noise, no movement. She backed into the room again and held her rifle low, away from their already-twitchy guest. The last thing he needed was to feel captive, right? In a way, he reminded her of Sasha, hours earlier back in Kuzminki. When the mutants attacked, she decided his fate for him... This guy was definitely nervous enough to be a Sasha.
"Seems clear. Shall I do my ladies first thing?" Raisa queried, getting impatient with all this loitering on the surface. Even if they were safe, they couldn't just breathe indefinitely! Not to mention it was freezing. The Major might have his coat and armour, but all she had was her shirt, leather jacket on top of that, and the scarf dug into her collar and wrapped around her neck.
"No, I'll go first. Then he does. Then you," the Major answered, lowering his rifle. The boy had the right to carry a damned weapon, whether he came here with one or not.
Raisa strolled past the two, checking the corner before cautiously advancing into the hall. Other than the mandatory creaks, cracks and occasional howls on the wind, there was no noise, no movement. She backed into the room again and held her rifle low, away from their already-twitchy guest. The last thing he needed was to feel captive, right? In a way, he reminded her of Sasha, hours earlier back in Kuzminki. When the mutants attacked, she decided his fate for him... This guy was definitely nervous enough to be a Sasha.
"Seems clear. Shall I do my ladies first thing?" Raisa queried, getting impatient with all this loitering on the surface. Even if they were safe, they couldn't just breathe indefinitely! Not to mention it was freezing. The Major might have his coat and armour, but all she had was her shirt, leather jacket on top of that, and the scarf dug into her collar and wrapped around her neck.
"No, I'll go first. Then he does. Then you," the Major answered, lowering his rifle. The boy had the right to carry a damned weapon, whether he came here with one or not.
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