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[micelus]

This game is based off the Elder Scrolls but don't worry if you aren't familiar with it; if something isn't immediately obvious, I'll explain it.

The Imperial province of High Rock is known throughout Nirn for its bickering nobles, each fighting both in the field and in the court for both trivial and important matters. Perhaps a duke's daughter felt insulted that her dress was cheaper than that of her friend. Perhaps the local knightly order wanted to go raid the village over. Perhaps a count wanted the mill that was just outside his own fiedom. All, and many more, are valid reasons for a war to be started, fought by the quill and the sword.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, you have recently inherited a small fiefdom in Wrothgar; a barren region of High Rock. Bordering the lands of Orsinium, the orcish homeland, The Reach, the land of the primitive Reachmen and Haafingar, the capitol region of the province of Skyrim. Packing your belongings, you soon begin the journey to your new home, not knowing what to expect. Not like you had much of a choice though, being stuck in a debtor's prison...

What is your name?
What was your former profession?
What is your race?
Has anyone ever taken your sweetroll?

Spoiler: List of Races (click to show/hide)

Altmer (High Elves): The inhabitants of the Summerset Isles, the Altmer are skilled in the magickal arts, maintaining long lifespans through a combination of lifestyle choices and magic. They are known for their aforementioned magickal arts, pride and their recent victory over the Imperial Empire.
Argonian: Dwellers of the Black Marsh, the Argonians are the lizard-tree people in service to the Hist. They are immune to most diseases, able to breathe in water and are skilled in stealth both on the battlefield and in the homes of the unwary. They are known for their alien minds, their adaptability and being the only race on Nirn to successfully beat back a Daedric (alien non-ancestor spirits) invasion through sheer force of arms.
Bosmer (Wood Elves): Natives of Valenwood, they guard it's plant-life with zeal, refraining from using it for food or material, relying on meat or imports to survive. Skilled archers, sneaky and competent mages the Bosmer also have the almost universally reviled custom of cannibalizing the dead, striking fear into their foes. They are known as cunning primitives throughout Nirn.
Breton: The inhabitants of High Rock, the Bretons are the result of generational interbreeding between the Nords and Altmer. Human in appearance, the Bretons have a natural resistance to the effects of magic. They are known throughout Tamriel for their politics, refined culture and food.
Dunmer (Dark Elf): The native populace of Morrowind, the Dunmer are the ash-skinned cousins of the Altmer. Worshiping the Daedra and respecting the dead, the Dunmer are versatile, skilled in magic, intrigue and combat. Known for their religion, assassins and games of intrigue.
Imperial: The natives of Cyrodiil, the Imperials lead the Empire that has for many years, ruled over the continent of Tamriel. The Oblivion Crisis (a Daedric invasion and succession crisis) of the last era has however, seen Hammerfell, Summerset Isles, Valenwood, Elswyr, Black Marsh and Morrowind leave the Empire. Even with these losses, the Imperial people are still crafty, being great merchants, refined diplomats and disciplined soldiers.
Khajiit: The cat-folk of Elswyr, the Khajiit form is determined by the phase of the moon when they are born. Agile, cunning and crafty, the Khajiit have earned a reputation as thieves wherever they go. They treasure Moon Sugar, a substance which is used to make the illegal drug Skooma; both have addictive properties.
Nord: The warlike inhabitants of Skyrim, the Nords were the first humans to inhabit the continent of Tamriel. While a core region of the Empire, Skyrim's people fiercely maintain aspects of their culture, with a few mastering the Voice, the throat-magic of dragons. Though the Voice is honoured and held sacred, other magickal arts are seen as wrong or evil by most Nords.
Orsimer (Orcs): The cursed children of Trinimac, the Orcs have always been outcasts. With a homeland that has repeatedly been burnt down, rebuilt and moved, most Orcs master the arts of the forge, the mortar and pestle or the hammer simply to survive. Orcs mostly worship the Daedra Malacath or the Aedra (ancestral spirits) Trinimac, both being the same deity in different forms.
Redguard: The former inhabitants of sunken Yokoda and now settlers of Hammerfell, these men of dark complexion are known throughout Tamriel as great swordsmen. Like the Nords, the Redguards look down upon most magicks, save those of the Destructive nature.

[Cheesecake]

My name is Jeeluz-Jei.
I was a sneak-thief and assassin.
I am Argonian.
Many have taken my sweetroll. Many have had their lives taken...

[SOLDIER First]

My name is Vamugbu Sarod.
I was bodyguard to a Redguard noblewoman.
I am an Orsimer.
I had my sweetroll taken but once. The bloody paste left behind afterwards has guaranteed that to be the only time.

[Araph]

We are Beran Hawkcroft, denizen of Wayrest, inherited our dear father's debt after his truly unfortunate passing. Nephew of Merard Hawkcroft, some baron or other in Wrothgar, recently deceased with no heirs, thus his holdings have come into our possession, fortuitously relieving us of our debt and - rather unfortunately - sticking us away in the barren wasteland that even the Nords cast off after the Reachmen's unseemly debacle.
We are a noble and a mage, continuing the proud tradition of our bloodline, and are insulted that you could have assumed otherwise.
We are a Breton, you dunce.
Yes. It is a rather sore subject, how kind of you to bring it up.

[LordBucket]

We are Beran Hawkcroft, denizen of Wayrest, inherited our dear father's debt after his truly unfortunate passing. Nephew of Merard Hawkcroft, some baron or other in Wrothgar, recently deceased with no heirs, thus his holdings have come into our possession, fortuitously relieving us of our debt and - rather unfortunately - sticking us away in the barren wasteland that even the Nords cast off after the Reachmen's unseemly debacle.
We are a noble and a mage, continuing the proud tradition of our bloodline, and are insulted that you could have assumed otherwise.
We are a Breton, you dunce.
Yes. It is a rather sore subject, how kind of you to bring it up.

+1

[FallacyofUrist]

We are Beran Hawkcroft, denizen of Wayrest, inherited our dear father's debt after his truly unfortunate passing. Nephew of Merard Hawkcroft, some baron or other in Wrothgar, recently deceased with no heirs, thus his holdings have come into our possession, fortuitously relieving us of our debt and - rather unfortunately - sticking us away in the barren wasteland that even the Nords cast off after the Reachmen's unseemly debacle.
We are a noble and a mage, continuing the proud tradition of our bloodline, and are insulted that you could have assumed otherwise.
We are a Breton, you dunce.
Yes. It is a rather sore subject, how kind of you to bring it up.

+1

Aye! +1

[micelus]

You are Beran Hawkcroft of course. Breton to the bone, you have inherited your family's magickal skill, nobility and notorious ability to get into debt. Thankfully, it would be quite difficult to acquire a large debt in Wrothgar. Unfortunately, you would be in Wrothgar. Such is the way of things.

As a mage, you studied each of the magickal schools and disciplines. Each held their own specialities and purposes, but you mastered one in particular. Which was it?

Spoiler: Schools of Magick (click to show/hide)

Illusion: A school pertaining to the manipulation of perception, the Illusion skill can turn a foe into a trusted ally and vise versa, for a time.
Conjuration: A school involving the summoning of otherwordly creatures and objects for your use, conjuration is a school of either the powerful or foolish.
Destruction: A school dedicated to the harnessing of the elements, its spells are often used in battle.
Restoration: A school dedicated to health treatment, Restoration can also be used against the undead.
Mysticism: A school involving the manipulation of magick to bypass the limits of the mundane world.
Alteration: A school involving the manipulation of the mundane, alteration seeks to transform the world to suit the needs of its users.

As a Noble you of course have your own hanger-ons beckoning to your whim. Or at least, you did. Ever since your imprisonment, your former lackeys have been skittish in publicly talking to you, fewer yet offering to accompany you to Wrothgar. Strangers however, seem to beckon to you. Three odd individuals, each odd and strange, have offered to come to your new fief. Each have offered to help you to some degree but be warned that each also has their own reasons for journeying so far into barren Wrothgar. Only one can accompany you due to the heavy cargo of each. Which did you choose?

Spoiler: Prospective Companions (click to show/hide)

The Adventurer: An Argonian warrior of middling age, she has asked to retire in Wrothgar as your loyal advisor. Why anyone would retire in Wrothgar is beyond you but you have trouble saying no when she shows you her vast collection of loot gathered over the years. The experience she has in the field is of course, also of interest. Larger starting treasury. Retired Adventurer.

The Enchanter: A young Dunmer mage, the Enchanter has offered his services as a blacksmith and enchanter for an unusually low fee. Through your conversation with him, you find out that he is a former Telvanni (a mage organisation and noble house amongst the Dunmer) member, born in Elswyr and has developed an odd enchantment technique that he says will revolutionise the industry. He says he needs a place somewhere quiet where he can refine his art. He looks crazed. Regardless, an enchanter would be hard to come by in Wrothgar. Eccentric Enchanter.

The Trader: A tall imposing Altmer, he has offered good trading deals with any future imports/exports to and from your estate as well as using his connections to decrease your taxes. He only asks to inhabit your lands. He has not said as to why he wants to live in Wrothgar. 50% decreased taxes, 10% increased revenue.

Regardless of your companion or specialty, you soon found yourself along the long windy road to Wrothgar. Your carriage was the best your family could afford, which was to say, moderately middle-class. You tried to steer your mind from your seeming poverty and onto better subjects. You now had a fief, you were free and now had a few days of beautiful countryside to watch. You soon grew bored of fantasising and began reading.

Eventually, you decided to read the documents your uncle's (legal) estate had sent you. Opening the first, you discovered the name of your fief. It was called...

[Araph]

Hmm. I'm leaning towards illusion, destruction, or conjuration. Probably illusion (since we're a noble) or conjuration (since we're a Breton). Eh.

We have mastered the art of conjuration: the summoning and binding of daedra. We traveled to Wrothgar with our companion, The Trader. We don't trust him in the slightest, but for now our purposes coincide. Thus do we arrive at our late uncle's wretched little barony: Arkwick.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Hmm. I'm leaning towards illusion, destruction, or conjuration. Probably illusion (since we're a noble) or conjuration (since we're a Breton). Eh.

We have mastered the art of conjuration: the summoning and binding of daedra. We traveled to Wrothgar with our companion, The Trader. We don't trust him in the slightest, but for now our purposes coincide. Thus do we arrive at our late uncle's wretched little barony: Arkwick.

+1

[High tyrol]

Hmm. I'm leaning towards illusion, destruction, or conjuration. Probably illusion (since we're a noble) or conjuration (since we're a Breton). Eh.

We have mastered the art of conjuration: the summoning and binding of daedra. We traveled to Wrothgar with our companion, The Trader. We don't trust him in the slightest, but for now our purposes coincide. Thus do we arrive at our late uncle's wretched little barony: Arkwick.

+1

+1 edit:i agree with above except in that we should have the enchanter instead of the trader because i say boo to the reduced taxes.

[SOLDIER First]

I have mastered the arts of mysticism; bending the laws of the world around myself. It would be unbecoming to have to fetch my own drink from the parlor, would it not? I have journeyed to Wrothgar with The Enchanter. His skills as a smithy could come in handy, and a business selling enchanted goods is a sound prospect. Our travels came to an end at our newly inherited property, Corbarrow. (How disgustingly peasantlike, that name.)

[FallacyofUrist]

Hmm. I'm leaning towards illusion, destruction, or conjuration. Probably illusion (since we're a noble) or conjuration (since we're a Breton). Eh.

We have mastered the art of conjuration: the summoning and binding of daedra. We traveled to Wrothgar with our companion, The Trader. We don't trust him in the slightest, but for now our purposes coincide. Thus do we arrive at our late uncle's wretched little barony: Arkwick.

+1

+1

Aye! +1

[Araph]

+1 edit:i agree with above except in that we should have the enchanter instead of the trader because i say boo to the reduced taxes.

I think the 'reduced taxes' thing is reducing the taxes levied against us by the King and/or the Empire, not the taxes we take from our filthy peasant subjects. I may be wrong on that, though.

[High tyrol]

+1 edit:i agree with above except in that we should have the enchanter instead of the trader because i say boo to the reduced taxes.

I think the 'reduced taxes' thing is reducing the taxes levied against us by the King and/or the Empire, not the taxes we take from our filthy peasant subjects. I may be wrong on that, though.

well if it is we pay less taxes instead of getting less taxes then i am fine with the merchant

[FallacyofUrist]

Hmm. I'm leaning towards illusion, destruction, or conjuration. Probably illusion (since we're a noble) or conjuration (since we're a Breton). Eh.

We have mastered the art of conjuration: the summoning and binding of daedra. We traveled to Wrothgar with our companion, The Trader. We don't trust him in the slightest, but for now our purposes coincide. Thus do we arrive at our late uncle's wretched little barony: Arkwick.

+1

+1 edit:i agree with above except in that we should have the enchanter instead of the trader because i say boo to the reduced taxes.

Aye! +1. We should keep the trader though... if there are taxes, they must be there for a reason.