Mister Thirteen

STASIS

They were coming, the short chorus of moaning and growling echoed from the freezer room, drawing closer. Before Delilah was another kind of hallway.



Dark and delapidated, this gloomy hall looked as if it hadn’t been inhabited in some time. Cobwebs were clustered in the corners of the walls and ceiling, the concrete floor was cracked and gritty. This area looked nothing like the morgue, or like any place one would find in a hospital. It more so resembled a shoddy, abandoned warehouse or a condemned building of some sort.
Despite this, a light could be seen shining in the distance, weak and yellow, but there nonetheless. A single, rickety wheelchair sat to the left of Delilah, it’s wheels and handles rusted over.
A heavy thud shook the door at the door from which Delilah just came, the angry growls of the undead could be heard just on the door’s opposite side.

💀 Hail Sithis 💀 ~The Next Chapter~ ( Skyrim DB Fandom) ( MALE OR FEMALE PARTNER REQUIRED) ( 18+ ONLY)

(This was originally released as a group RP but after re-evaluation I decided it would be better as a 1x1 RP.)

Hello, Welcome, and thanks for your time!

For some time now I’ve been juggling around a concept about a Skyrim Roleplay specifically centered around the Dark Brotherhood. This Roleplay will tell the story of the Brotherhood after the assassination of Emperor Titus Mede the Second, post quest “Hail Sithis”. The Listener attempts to rebuild the Dark Brotherhood, while the Penitus Oculatus refuels their efforts of searching out and destroying the Brotherhood under new leadership, Commander Marius Grakkus.

My partner will role as a Dark Brotherhood noviatiate, recently recruited into the Brotherhood. You will be given contracts, special tasks, and encounter other objectives not related to the Brotherhood itself. You will embark upon an epic journey of murder, deceit, and chaos as the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim is born anew.

I must add that this Roleplay will more or less contain elements from my last Dark Brotherhood playthrough. (Which wasn’t too long back actually.) Don’t worry though, none of it is anything too drastic. Below is a list of my “add-ons” that will be in play during the RP.

CUSTOM ADD-ONS

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• The Listener is a female Dunmer/Dark Elf named Aleera Veruni, whom will be introduced further on down.
•Jenassa is a member of the Dark Brotherhood, recruited by The Listener just after Titus Mede’s death,
•Cicero was spared and acts as Keeper for the Night Mother.
•The Listener holds in her possession Mehrune’s Razor.
•The civil war rages on, the Stormcloak’s and Empire deadlocked in harsh combat.
•The spectral assassin was released from Aleera’s service and binded to the Dawnstar Sanctuary to act as it’s guardian. (As well as overwatch for Aleera.)
•The dragons are gone, driven off by the Dragonborn months ago.
•No official DLC’s are not factored into this Roleplay, i.e “Dawnguard”, “Dragonborn”, or “Heartfire”.
•The ancient shrouded armor was never recovered. (I feel that’ll make a nice side-quest or maybe a test given by The Listener.)
•Gulum-Ei is a fence and personal contact for Aleera, during her days with the Riften Thieves Guild.
•Mallus Maccius is also a contact and fence of Aleera’s.

The RP itself will mostly be plotted along with original quests, characters, and locations, aside from the occasional canon material. The only canon quests that will be employed within this RP will be minor and Daedric quests, and they will be slightly spoofed to avoid redundancy from the game.

I’m hoping to make this RP very diverse in characters, quests, and overall direction. This is more of a concept-idea rather than a complete and finalized RP.

While I realize fandoms can be iffy here on RP Guild, I also realize Skyrim fans are abundant and wide, and the Dark Brotherhood is s very popular element of The Elder Scrolls.
Hopefully I can find a reliable partner who’s willing to see this RP through to the end with me, and that we may both deeply enjoy this experience (obviously).

Below you will find a brief summary and backstory of Aleera Veruni, the current Listener for the Dark Brotherhood, as well as a listing of current Brotherhood members.
Beneath that, there is also a “About Me” tab that I strongly encourage you to read. In fact, I expect you to read up on that tab, so don’t forget!

Again, thank you for your time and I hope this peaks your interest! :D

ALEERA VERUNI, THE LISTENER OF THE DARK BROTHERHOOD

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Aleera Veruni, age unknown, originally hailed from Cyrodil, having been born in the Imperial City. Much of Aleera’s past remains secluded, unknown. She spent most of her life as a lowlife in Cyrodil. Begging, pickpocketing, robbery, and theft were her trades of life back home. Aleera was an acclompished sneak thief and cut-purse, and knew her way around weapons, fancying a pair of sleek daggers, which slit more than a few throats. She was also a skilled archer, and was in prime physical shape as well.

In 201 4E, not long after Alduin the World Eater destroyed Helgen, Aleera found herself at the gates of Riften, and was soon after recruited by the Riften Thieves Guild. She performed beyond expected, never failing a job and earning the Guild a fair sum of coin. Aleera was with the guild for several months, until an internal struggle broke loose, and Aleera left Riften behind to start anew.

Aleera spent several weeks pulling jobs on her own. At one point, she found herself in Whiterun, where she met Jenassa, a headstrong and bloodthirsty fellow Dunmer. Aleera saw potential in Jenassa and recruited her as a partner. The two pulled numerous jobs together over the course of months. The robbery of the Markarth treasury, the grand string of larceny in Falkreath, and the heist of Dragonsreach in Whiterun were all their work, and soon they had amassed a sum of loot in their hideaway. At one point during this time, Aleera gained possession of Mehrune’s Dagger, or Mehrune’s Razor as it was also called, betraying the man who helped her find and reforge it and robbing his estate, after killing him.

When word got out that someone was looking for the Dark Brotherhood in Windhelm, Aleera went to investigate.
When met by a young boy seeking to have the abusive head of the orphanage in Riften murdered, Aleera initially laughed this off metaphorically. She took the job however, killing Grelod the Kind of Honorhall orphanage. Despite the shoddy payment by the boy, Aleera was satisfied by the killing.
She had always had a bloodlust deep within, like her counterpart Jenassa.

Soon after, the Dark Brotherhood came calling, and Aleera found herself offered a position within their family.
Aleera took the offer without a hesitation, parting ways with Jenassa and joining the murderous cult of Sithis.

(OOC: The events of the Dark Brotherhood questline, which I’d rather not type from beginning to end.)

DARK BROTHERHOOD FOREVER

After the death of Emperor Titus Mede the Second, Aleera took it upon herself to rebuild the Dark Brotherhood and reconstruct the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary in Dawnstar.
Not long after the sanctuaries’ refurbishing, Aleera came across her old partner, Jenassa, and invited her to join the Dark Brotherhood. Jenassa agreed without hesitation.

Aleera now resides in the Sanctuary predominantly, remaining vigil and ever-attentive to the voice of the Night Mother.
She guides the Brotherhood and voices the commands of Sithis and the Night Mother, while wielding Mehrune’s dagger and the Blade of Woe as her symbols of authority and power.

Equipment
•Darth Brotherhood Mage’s Robe
•Shrouded Hood
•Shrouded Boots
•Shrouded Gloves
•Ring of Major Stamina
•Amulet of Minor Stamina

Weapons
•Blade of Woe, Mehrune’s Razor (Dual Wielded)
•Ebony Bow
•Orcish Arrows

Active Effects
•Invisibilty (Guardian Stone)

Magic
•Sparks
•Healing
•Fast Healing
•Healing Hands
•Steadfast Ward
•Invisibilty
•Stoneflesh
•Lightning Bolt
•Flames
•Fire Bolt

CURRENT ACTING MEMBERS OF THE DARK BROTHERHOOD

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•Aleera Verundi
•Nazir
•Babette
•Cicero
•Jenassa

ABOUT ME

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NOTE: Aside from mandatory forum posting, none of the rest of these are “expectations” of my partner.

-On average I post anywhere from 1-3 times a day, it just depends on the circumstances and phase of the RP.

-I’m online basically every day extensively unless something comes up, of which I will alert you(my partner) to.

-I write from mid-casual to low-advanced.

-I DO NOT RP via PM OR offsite methods, such as email, google documents, chat windows, ect. I stick to the forums. (This is a non-negotiable term.)

-I write from 2nd and 3rd person perspectives.

-I do not write XXX/smut material or about rape or molestation.

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STASIS

There was a heavy thump against the door, and a thud as one of the undead corpses pressed its deathly gray face against the small window.
It was the first to come to life, the young Caucasian man with the goatee.
He growled and groaned at Delilah from his side of the door, his grotesque face glaring back at her through the window. The push door began to heave against Delilah, as the five undead all piled against it at once. Their combined weight began pushing her back and the door began to force open against her. A single, gnarled gray hand reached around the opening door, it’s fingers grasping away at empty air.

Behind Delilah was a long hallway that spanned for a good one-hundred feet. On each side of the hall were endless rows and columns of old, rusted metal drawer-like doors.

The massive corridor itself was freezing, an uncomfortably low temperature.
Delilah was in the freezer area of the morgue, where corpses were sealed away.
The span of metal doors on each side reached all the way to the hallway end, where another push-door stood against the adjacent wall.

STASIS

One of the living dead, the first to rise, released a rattled snarl and lunged forward, slightly picking up speed as it moved forward.
The others followed in tow, groaning and growling as they lurched forward. They staggered and stumbled in slight, their stiff bodies hindering them to an extent. They moved at a quick walk, their hardened bodied preventing fast movement. Their eyes all shared the same look, a desire for murder, to kill Delilah.

In the adjacent room, a door sat across it's span. The room itself appeared to be for washing up and preparation. It consisted of a small corridor-like section that contained more cabinets and drawers. Past that, in the actual room itself, there was a line of sinks and mirrors across the wall to the left, while to the right was a line of lockers. The door itself sat between them at the far end of the room, a metal push door with a small glass window at it's top.
Behind Delilah, the walking corpses continued their ghastly sounds as they urged forward, intent on reaching her.

STASIS

Without word or sound, the cloaked figure began slowly approaching Delilah. He took slow, deliberate steps, menacing as walked toward her.
His milky eyes stared and his gray deathly face remained neutral and cold.
He drew close, a mere foot from her when he disappeared.

Like a ripple in the water, the shadowy spook of a man flickered, his figure shimmering, and immediately vanished. Delilah was now alone in the brooding morgue, the mysterious being gone again. It was then that a sharp groan could be heard, followed by the rustling of a sheet. To the left, the corpse closest to Delilah suddenly moved.

The white sheet was pushed aside and landed to the floor left of the body. The nude, pale figure of a young man raised up from the table. Bones popped and snapped as the stiff corpse was suddenly revitalized with life.
It was a young man of average height and build, his dark hair cut shot and a scruffy goatee surrounded his mouth. Dead, sunken blue eyes glared at Delilah as the reanimated corpse stood, groaning and mumbling as climb off the table.
Another groaning could be heard, and another, and another. The sheets on the other four corpses all slipped off onto the floor as the living dead stirred to life.

A middle-aged blonde woman, an older African American male, a young Asian male, and a young red-haired girl. They all slowly raised up and stood from the tables where they had lay, growling and grumbling as their dead eyes all glared at Delilah.

STASIS

The morgue, Delilah had been brought to he morgue, not the second floor. The room was dimly lit, a dull and rather depressing shade. To Delilah's right were several small cabinets and drawers stretched along the length of the wall, they were aligned with assorted objects, scissors, tweezers, gauze and the like. To her left, there were five tables equally spread across the walls' length, and on these tables were five white sheets spread over unmoving shapes. Corpses, five corpses.

The room itself did not smell of death, though it was obvious that these were the bodies of the deceased. The air was already chilled, holding an unfriendly cold. These corpses seemed to only solidify this unwelcome feeling. Or perhaps it was something else. It was then that the lights flickered, the room turning black as night, but only for a moment, returning to the their previous state.

And there he stood.

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That same dark shade, that white-eyed ghoul from before.
There he stood in the doorway before Delilah, across the room, unmoving and blocking her way. The same sinister aura from before filled the air in the cold, gloomy morgue. A radiance of pure evil.

STASIS

“No problem at all.” Nurse Lauren said kindly as she pulled the door closed. She slowly turned Delilah around in the wheelchair, and then began gently pushing her down the hallway, in the direction that the bright light shone from previously. Lauren said they would take the elevator down to the second floor for a follow-up CAT scan, to see how well Delilah’s brain had healed since she was first brought in.

The hallway was empty, yet voices could be heard in the distance. They turned the left corner and the elevators came into view. Two metal doors to the right snugged together between a patient’s room and a pair of vending machines, a snack and soda dispenser. Nurse Lauren stopped Delilah in front of the closer door and pressed the down button. The elevator door instantly slid open with a flat ding, and Nurse Lauren immediately pushed Delilah inside. She turned Delilah so that she was facing the door and then pressed the second floor button. A red digital number six appeared on the floor indicator on the control panel, and a down arrow appeared next to it.
The heavy silver-gray doors slid shut slowly, and with a low rumble, the elevator began it’s descent.

Nurse Lauren remained behind Delilah, silent as she firmly held the handles on the back of the wheelchair. The elevator continued its descent downward. The lights above shone at a modest brightness, reflecting on the white tile elevator floor.

STASIS

It was just over an hour when the nurse returned. She knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open and speaking in to Delilah,”Miss Stevens, it’s time to go down for your CAT scan. Come with me, I’ll take you down to the second floor.” She pushed the door open for Delilah and motioned with a wave for her to come. Behind her out in the hall sat a solid white wheelchair.

The hallway was lit brightly, and though not heavily crowded, did have others walking it’s length. A pair of nurses passed by, and from the opposite direction came a surgeon, his face shrouded by a surgical mask. Voices could be heard from the far end of the hallway, two male voices.
“Come with me,” repeated the nurse,”we’ll take the elevator down. Have a seat.” She pushed the wheelchair forward.

STASIS

“Hmmm,” mumbled Doctor Phillips,”I see.” He looked back to his clipboard, flipping through pages and running his finger up and down while mumbling to himself. The nurse stood to Delilah’s left still, arms crossed while she patiently waited. The digital clock above now said 8:12. The doctor finally lowered his clipboard to his right side and looked again at Delilah.

“Well Miss Stevens,” he began,”as you may remember you were in a car accident. A box truck plowed into the side of your car as you were progressing at a green light in stormy weather. You were unconscious when you were brought in, and were in a comatic state for the past twenty-eight days. Your left forearm, left femur bone, and several of your left side ribs were fractured. Your face, torso, right leg, left side, and the left side of your upper back all had numerous mild cuts as well. Not to mention that you suffered a major concussion. Yesterday, it was reported that your fractures have mended nicely, and most of your cuts have healed over completely. But, I’m rather concerned about potentially serious brain damage.”

He paused for a minute, then continued,”A CAT scan given on the second day you were here showed severe trauma to your frontal and temporal brain lobes. You haven’t been scanned since then, so I’m hoping that the damage has healed substantially, or at least modestly.
Nurse Lauren here will run you down for a follow-up CAT scan shortly. For now, we’ll give you time to orient yourself and ‘get on your feet’.”
Then nurse nodded as Doctor Phillips finished his statement.