ESIV RPG: The Nine Idols of Oblivion

[Obeliskos]

Well, the Journal didn't work out, so here's an RPG. [ATTN: adifferentcity: If you'll notice, my layout is somewhat similar to yours on GameFAQs. Please don't be mad at me. It was a very good layout of rules. Great idea. If you didn't notice it was similar, pretend you never read this. Lol. ] (WARNING: LONG POST!)

RULES:
In this RPG, you will be in a position. You can be many different things at a time, but I must warn you: If you are a knight for the Legion and a thief on the side, it will cause trouble. (Or a Vampire in the Virtuous Blood. Things like that.) You can have no more than one position in the same section at a time; You must start at the lowest rank, then work your way up using quests. If all of the lower ranks are taken, wait until said people rise up then take the spot for yourself or just join another Order/Guild/etc. After choosing your positions, make a character in ESIV, put all of its info (name, gender, etc.), then make a background story. After you've done all of that, just put things you are doing in your Order/Guild/etc. and what experience you acquire. Here's an example of what a Character bio might look like:

Name: Example
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Natural
Birthsign: Mage
Class: Mage
(Custom Class: Killer-- Specialty: Magic
Major Attributes: Willpower, Intelligence
Major Skills: Illusion, Destruction, etc. [While posting a real Custom Class, put all of the info. I put "etc" because I'm lazy.])
Back-story: His parents died. He became an emo. He killed himself. Lol. [Don't put anything like this. Again, I'm lazy.)



Now for the Story:

"..... It's been centuries since Oblivion's Gates have been a problem. Ever since that brave Warrior put the world of Oblivion away, no one has even chose to speak of it. My Forefathers trusted that Warrior with the Amulet of the Kings. The Warrior risked his life to save all of Cyrodiil. I'm sure if anyone chose to speak of these past events, his name is sure be mentioned in each and every story told.

The Warrior now watches over Cyrodill in the stars, hoping what he had dealt with would not happen to his decedent, Greywyn. Sadly, for him and all else, his hopes have been denied. The once great Empire is once again beginning to crumble as Oblivion's power is in the process of revival. The foul creatures will soon return. It seems as though we have been sent back to the age of the Imperial Empire, instead of this Untied Empire between all races and all cities. We seem to be back at the age wherein my Forefathers were all slain by the Mythic Dawn and Oblivion's creatures overran the Empire. But this time feels different... This time...

To quote my Forefather, Uriel Septim, 'These are the closing days of the fourth year... And the final hours... Of my life.'..." -- Uriel Septim: Named after his Forefather... To carry on his spirit...


... Greywyn looked around. All he saw were trees and plains that seemed to stretch on forever in the dark, shadowy night. He began to doze off when he heard the galloping steps of a horse and the voice of an Imperial Legion Soldier.
"Everything seems clear." The guard muttered to himself. "No problems. Well, my shift is about over. I'd best get back to the city." The guard reported to himself as he shifted his horse towards the Imperial City. Greywyn was never noticed by the guard.
"It wouldn't be the first time I was unnoticed." Greywyn muttered. "Curse my Forefather. Pushing his way of life unto me." Greywyn stood up and continued to rant. "I want to be a Warrior, like Hanei. He was a great man and saved all of Cyrodill from destruction. I would give anything to be his descendant. Anything at all..." Greywyn sighed, ignorant to the fact that his Forefather was Hanei. No one told him this and he had a troubled life because of it. He laid back down into his small tent as he heard thunder rumbling in the distance. He let his eyes close then listened closely. The thunder rumbled again.
"It's coming closer. I should find better shelter." Greywyn whispered as he got back up and ran towards the Imperial City. Rain began to pelt down on him as he swam across the great lake separating his camp from the City. Thunder crashed and rumbled the ground as Greywyn froze in his tracks.
"Wait... This isn't a thunderstorm..." Greywyn began under his own breath but was interrupted by another crash, which cracked several rocks. He frantically looked around and saw the sky turn a blood-red color. Greywyn then heard a voice.
"Greywyn..." The low, rumbling voice shook the ground and struck a sense of fear through Greywyn's heart. "Descendant of Hanei... Do not meddle with out affairs like he did... Don't get yourself killed..." The words filled Greywyn with confusion.
"Descendant of... Hanei?" Greywyn inquired under his breath as the low rumble seemed to fade away...

--_POSITIONS_--

~~~Royalty~~~
Count Bruma:
Count Cheydinhal:
Count Leyawiin:
Count Bravil:
Count Kvatch:
Count Skingrad:
Count Anvil:
Countess Bruma:
Countess Cheydinhal:
Countess Leyawiin:
Countess Bravil:
Countess Kvatch:
Countess Skingrad:
Countess Anvil:

---Imperial Legion---
Legion Commander [x2]:
Imperial Watch Captain [x2]:
City Watch Captain [x4]:
Imperial Legion Soldier [x4]:
City Watch [x4]:
Imperial Jailer [x3]:

==Fighters Guild==
Guild master:
Champion:
Guardian [x2]:
Defender [x3]:
Journeyman [x4]:

++Mages Guild++
Arch-Mage:
Master-Wizard:
Conjuror [x2]
Magister [x3]:
Associate [x5]:

__Thieves Guild__
Gray Fox:
Doyen [x2]:
Shadowstep [x3]:
Cat burglar [x3]:
Pickpocket [x3]:

_--Dark Brotherhood--_
Listener:
Speaker [x4]:
Silencer [x4]:
Assassin [x4]:
Murderer [x5]:

**Imperial Arena**
Arena Grand Champion:
Hero [x2]:
Gladiator [x3]:
Myrmidon [x3]:
Pit dog [x4]:

<^>Pirates<^>
Captain:
Special Tactics Officer:
Cannon/Precision Shooter:
Navigator:
Cook/Chef:
Upper Crew Mate [x2]:
Lower Crew Mate [x3]:
Sea Dog [x4]:

>>Werewolves<<
Clan Leader:
Beast [x2]:
Hunter [x4]:
Stalker [x4]:
Servant [x5]:

##The Coven##
Ringleaders [x2]:
Underlings [x4]:
Servants [x2]:
Cattle [x2]:
Renegade [x2]:

(--)Order of Virtuous Blood(--)
Brother [x3]:
Sister [x3]:

@@other:@@
Shopkeeper [x5]:
Innkeeper [x4]:
Citizen (of any city) [x6]:
Adventurer [x2]:
Bandit [x4]:
Marauder [x4]:
Daedra Worshipper [x4]:
Hunter [x4]:
Vampire Hunter [x4]:
Freelance Thief [x4]:
Freelance Assassin [x4]:
Refugee [x5]:


Now, for my Character:

Name: Greywyn
Gender: Male
Hair Style: Oiled
Race: Imperial
Eyes: Green
Birthsign: Thief
Class: Thief
Position(s): OTHER: Refugee





And........ That's everything. Now, choose your position(s), put your Character bio, then begin your new life!

[RIP TEF]

Once we pick how will we play?

[Dash-7]

I don't mind the similar formatting. I'm just glad that I don't have to care for and update this one. Four at one time would be too much! This is a very bad week for me, but I'll start mine next week.

[Obeliskos]

Ben, just follow my beginning storyline. With that info, who is your Character? What does he/she do? How does Oblivion's return affect them? How do they affect Oblivion? Things like that. Let's just say your Character is a Thief. When he's stealing something, he is caught and thrown into Jail. He breaks out and on lamb, he encounters a Daedric Creature which destroys his and he swears to kill all Daedra. Something like that.

[RIP TEF]

lol ok

[whatsupdoc]

ill post my char tomo!!

[Obeliskos]

Well, it's tomorrow. lol.

Busy?

[Dash-7]

Why is The Coven up there? That was all the way back in V 2.0.

[whatsupdoc]

nah, just had to do something lol
Here it is!!!!!! BUH BUH BUHM

Name: Lex
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Gender: Male
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Race: Elf
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Eye Color: Brown
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Hair: Loose
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Birthsign: The Mage
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Custom Class: SpellBlazer
Major Attributes: Willpower, Endurance, and Luck
Major Skills: Destruction, Restoration, and Alchemy
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Back-story: Lex was a small elf orphan that was taken in by a Nord family, and raised by them in bruma for most of his early years. He was upset to know that he did not belong in a town full of Nords, and most of the people in Bruma disliked him because he was skilled in magic. When he was older, he left home and ventured to the Imperial City to meet other Elves. He joined the mages guild, as it was in need of members, and 6 years later, he became the Arch-Mage. He was very talented in magic, and a nice person, but no one person liked him as the Arch-Mage.
Position: Arch-Mage

CREEEEEK. The opening of the door made Lex jump. "Who's there!" He shouted. "Tis just me, Mr.Lex.", said Exius, Lex's personal bodyguard. "Ah, Exius, don't scare me like that!" Lex replied. "Sorry Mr.Lex. Tis just...wel...we found one of our junoir members dead this morning, sir." Exius said. "Oh my, I could be next! We must capture this assailant!" replied Lex in an angry tone. "Yes, si-" Exius was cut of by a slicing sound.
Exius dropped dead with a dagger in his back. No one was behind him. Lex was in shock. His best friend for 6 years lay dead on the floor in front of him. "Oh my!" Lex whispered. He analyzed the body, and the dagger had a note on it, between the bloodstained back of Exius and the hilt of the dagger. Lex yanked the dagger out and took the note. He heard footsteps and shoved the note in his pocket.
A young mage looked at him. "Sir, the-" he stopped. The dagger was still in Lex's hand, so the mage assumed the worst. "Murderer" he yelled! Almost immidiatly, 2 battlemages entered the room, and cuffed him. "But, But, it wasn't me!" shouted Lex. "Tell it to the jailor, Arch-Mage!" shouted the battlemage back. A tear fell on Lex's shirt.
2 hours later, Lex was in a cell, and it was raining outside. A solder came by to give him food. "When am I to get out of this cell?". "When we find the real killer! Also, your still considered the Arch-Mage, but that don't mean you can boss me around!". The solder then left. Lex then remembered the note, and opened it up, and it read:

GO TO BRUMA, AND FIND A MAN CALLED FOX

What could this mean? He needed to know. He planned. At 12:00, he would use a spell to unlock the cell. He did, and then quickly ran. He got outside, and saw some solders. He darted into a bush, and waited untill they left. He then saw the rain coming down hard, and all of the solders at the campgrounds were distracted. He ran to a stable, and took a horse. He fled into the forest, and looked at his map. He was far from Bruma, and he had to get there. He let the horse free, and found a cave. He slept near the entrance.
2 hours later, he found himself rolling. He saw an ogre, and quickly disintegrated it with a fire spell. He then fell back asleep.
He then woke up, and went out side. He did not know the time, and he was still tired. He was thinking about his way to Bruma, when he saw it. A red cloud emerged, and a lone figure stood there under it. He went to inspect, and the cloud was gone. He approached the figure...

(the figure is Greywyn)