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SKYRIM BELONGS TO THE NORDS - STORMCLOAKS!

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[My Name is Immaterial]

Sure. I'll post my backstory shortly.

[PrivateNomad]

kj1225 - Biorn, Barbarian

VoidSlayer - Ferandr, Healer

micelus - Varsyne, Vampire Spellsword

My Name is Immaterial - Ra’Mhirr, Rogue

[My Name is Immaterial]

Spoiler: Backstory, of sorts. (click to show/hide)

The brown-black tabby stretches out on your table, before nestling his legs under him comfortably, in preparation for his story.
<Khajiit was born on the streets of Riverhold. Khajiit never knew his father, and his mother died when he was still a kitten.>
<Ra’Mhirr is not ashamed of how he survived. He took what would not be noticed, he blended into the feral cat population, and got in trouble with the law. The Khajiit law, that is. Men and mer, they think Khajiit is a beast; they do not hold their tongues when Khajiit is around. But Khajiit is quick, Khajiit is smart and, how you say, Khajiit has some tricks up his sleeve.> The cat flashes you a toothy grin, and disappears. Moments later, you hear rustling sounds. You find him going through your salted meat, and drag him back to finish his story.
He gives you an apologetic look, and words appear in your head. <Khajiit needed a snack. Where was Ra'Mhirr? You see, Khajiit cannot fight, so when Senche-rahts tell Ra'Mhirr to leave town, Ra'Mhirr leaves town. So Khajiit hops on trade caravan, goes north to Cyrodiil, hops off. What is Ra'Mhirr's welcome? To be grabbed by scruff of the neck by some Mage Guild kittens. Needless to say, Khajiit was pissed.>
<But Khajiit is smart, and patient. So Khajiit goes along with it, and it turns out that the kittens wanted a mascot for their guildhouse. No one knew that Khajiit was a Khajiit.> He lets out a mewing noise. Laughter? Possibly.
<So smart, yet so foolish. Either way, a cat, he can go where he wants. If a cat wanders in through the window to listen to a lecture, do you kick it out? No, you scratch it's stomach. So Ra'Mhirr learns a few spells. After about a year, Ra'Mhirr takes another caravan south, back to Elseweyr. And that is where Khajiit is today.>
With that, the cat curls up and falls asleep on the table. When you return to the room, you find the Khajiit gone, along with some silverware and a sizable coin purse.

[micelus]

Spoiler: Varsyne Backstory (click to show/hide)

"You know, I used to be an engineer for the Thalmor. It was a different time back then; I was a young fool who had lived in Alinor for most of my life. That said, I never did understand my people's obsession with leaving Mundus; I mean, why bother? Life was good and to make it any better involved destroying the world...or at least that's how I understood that Thalmor stuff. I hear that when Crystal-Like-Law was still standing some altmer just became dragons...although I'm not so sure on that."

"Anyway, when the Great War was declared, I was drafted to serve in Lord Naarifin's army. Before I left, I heard all about our victories in Hammerfall and Western Cyrodiil; thought we'd have win the war by Hearthfire. Didn't quite work out as planned, as I soon discovered."

"I was assigned to engine construction; mostly trebuchets and ballistas although we did get a few of those nifty cannons from Hammerfall. Even got a few mages to help with the enchanting....Then the Emperor went and captured our commander. Suffice to say, most of my corp surrendered right there and then, even tearing down the siege engines we built. After the Concordant was signed, I decided to stay in Cyrodiil...the shame of surrendering wouldn't do me any favours back in Alinor and besides, I had a long life ahead of me. So after I resigned from the army, I went around offering my services as an engineer. As you can imagine, there were quite a few damaged structures from the war. To tell you the truth, more than a few employers thought I was a Thalmor spy and hell, I was even offered a stipend by the Thalmor to be one. Now, I was an engineer to the bone and didn't care too much for this spying business, so I just went on my merry way and continued with my business. One day, I get this message asking for a quote on fortifying this little estate out near Cheydinal. The message asked for quite a bit; thick walls, several ballistae, scorpions and hidden traps. Now, I wasn't completely sure on Imperial law, but I was pretty damn sure that making a private fortress was illegal. I sent him a quote anyway with a message conveying my beliefs. It came down to I think...200,000 Drakes as well as the crew needed to carry out the actual work."

"A few days later, a message arrived saying that he had gotten approval- even sent a copy with the message- and was very much willing to pay. I shrugged and went to meet my future employer. To cut a very long story short, he was a very old Argonian who happened to be a vampire of the Arcane bloodline. He'd moved into the area a few months ago during the War and had been at war with the local Cyrodiilic vampires ever since. Now, I had no problems with the leeches as long as they know how to remain civil, which this one did."

"Anyway, I started building his castle, all the while the damned bloodsuckers kept attacking. On one really bad night, one of them actually bit me. The boss didn't like that one bit and wasn't willing to let me get to a shrine to get cured; too dangerous he said. So he decided to bite me instead and make sure I became part of his brood rather than the Cyrodiilics'. Suffice to say, it wasn't a fun few years."

"Oh wait, you want the rest of the story? I'm a bit short on time now. I'll get back to you in a decade or two. I do have all of eternity to tell, as after all."

[VoidSlayer]

Still tinkering with my character but mostly done.

Is it alright to start with high quality weapons, custom spells or potions?

[VoidSlayer]

Spoiler: Varsyne Backstory (click to show/hide)

"You know, I used to be an engineer for the Thalmor. It was a different time back then; I was a young fool who had lived in Alinor for most of my life. That said, I never did understand my people's obsession with leaving Mundus; I mean, why bother? Life was good and to make it any better involved destroying the world...or at least that's how I understood that Thalmor stuff. I hear that when Crystal-Like-Law was still standing some altmer just became dragons...although I'm not so sure on that."

"Anyway, when the Great War was declared, I was drafted to serve in Lord Naarifin's army. Before I left, I heard all about our victories in Hammerfall and Western Cyrodiil; thought we'd have win the war by Hearthfire. Didn't quite work out as planned, as I soon discovered."

"I was assigned to engine construction; mostly trebuchets and ballistas although we did get a few of those nifty cannons from Hammerfall. Even got a few mages to help with the enchanting....Then the Emperor went and captured our commander. Suffice to say, most of my corp surrendered right there and then, even tearing down the siege engines we built. After the Concordant was signed, I decided to stay in Cyrodiil...the shame of surrendering wouldn't do me any favours back in Alinor and besides, I had a long life ahead of me. So after I resigned from the army, I went around offering my services as an engineer. As you can imagine, there were quite a few damaged structures from the war. To tell you the truth, more than a few employers thought I was a Thalmor spy and hell, I was even offered a stipend by the Thalmor to be one. Now, I was an engineer to the bone and didn't care too much for this spying business, so I just went on my merry way and continued with my business. One day, I get this message asking for a quote on fortifying this little estate out near Cheydinal. The message asked for quite a bit; thick walls, several ballistae, scorpions and hidden traps. Now, I wasn't completely sure on Imperial law, but I was pretty damn sure that making a private fortress was illegal. I sent him a quote anyway with a message conveying my beliefs. It came down to I think...200,000 Drakes as well as the crew needed to carry out the actual work."

"A few days later, a message arrived saying that he had gotten approval- even sent a copy with the message- and was very much willing to pay. I shrugged and went to meet my future employer. To cut a very long story short, he was a very old Argonian who happened to be a vampire of the Arcane bloodline. He'd moved into the area a few months ago during the War and had been at war with the local Cyrodiilic vampires ever since. Now, I had no problems with the leeches as long as they know how to remain civil, which this one did."

"Anyway, I started building his castle, all the while the damned bloodsuckers kept attacking. On one really bad night, one of them actually bit me. The boss didn't like that one bit and wasn't willing to let me get to a shrine to get cured; too dangerous he said. So he decided to bite me instead and make sure I became part of his brood rather than the Cyrodiilics'. Suffice to say, it wasn't a fun few years."

"Oh wait, you want the rest of the story? I'm a bit short on time now. I'll get back to you in a decade or two. I do have all of eternity to tell, as after all."

Did you roll for your stats?  It should be 2d10, it looks like you used 1d10.

[PrivateNomad]

Still tinkering with my character but mostly done.

Is it alright to start with high quality weapons, custom spells or potions?

Also, what is everyone's gender?

[My Name is Immaterial]

Male.

[VoidSlayer]

Male.

Also it looks like magical healing can do most of the work of first aid or medicine, but I think I will keep them in case someone gets a very nasty wound.

[kj1225]

Biorn is a woman, who was raised by her uncle who was a staunch supporter of the Stormcloaks during the rebellion. He passed his hatred of the imperials and especially the Thalmor onto his niece who in the end had to leave Skyrim after killing some Thalmor supporters in an outhouse with creative use of a torch and the gasses contained within it. It's really an amazing thing that she wasn't caught anywhere along the line to ending up in Eleswer. Especially given the war paint she wears on her face and the unique scar across her face from getting into a fight with a bear.

[micelus]

Spoiler: Varsyne Backstory (click to show/hide)

"You know, I used to be an engineer for the Thalmor. It was a different time back then; I was a young fool who had lived in Alinor for most of my life. That said, I never did understand my people's obsession with leaving Mundus; I mean, why bother? Life was good and to make it any better involved destroying the world...or at least that's how I understood that Thalmor stuff. I hear that when Crystal-Like-Law was still standing some altmer just became dragons...although I'm not so sure on that."

"Anyway, when the Great War was declared, I was drafted to serve in Lord Naarifin's army. Before I left, I heard all about our victories in Hammerfall and Western Cyrodiil; thought we'd have win the war by Hearthfire. Didn't quite work out as planned, as I soon discovered."

"I was assigned to engine construction; mostly trebuchets and ballistas although we did get a few of those nifty cannons from Hammerfall. Even got a few mages to help with the enchanting....Then the Emperor went and captured our commander. Suffice to say, most of my corp surrendered right there and then, even tearing down the siege engines we built. After the Concordant was signed, I decided to stay in Cyrodiil...the shame of surrendering wouldn't do me any favours back in Alinor and besides, I had a long life ahead of me. So after I resigned from the army, I went around offering my services as an engineer. As you can imagine, there were quite a few damaged structures from the war. To tell you the truth, more than a few employers thought I was a Thalmor spy and hell, I was even offered a stipend by the Thalmor to be one. Now, I was an engineer to the bone and didn't care too much for this spying business, so I just went on my merry way and continued with my business. One day, I get this message asking for a quote on fortifying this little estate out near Cheydinal. The message asked for quite a bit; thick walls, several ballistae, scorpions and hidden traps. Now, I wasn't completely sure on Imperial law, but I was pretty damn sure that making a private fortress was illegal. I sent him a quote anyway with a message conveying my beliefs. It came down to I think...200,000 Drakes as well as the crew needed to carry out the actual work."

"A few days later, a message arrived saying that he had gotten approval- even sent a copy with the message- and was very much willing to pay. I shrugged and went to meet my future employer. To cut a very long story short, he was a very old Argonian who happened to be a vampire of the Arcane bloodline. He'd moved into the area a few months ago during the War and had been at war with the local Cyrodiilic vampires ever since. Now, I had no problems with the leeches as long as they know how to remain civil, which this one did."

"Anyway, I started building his castle, all the while the damned bloodsuckers kept attacking. On one really bad night, one of them actually bit me. The boss didn't like that one bit and wasn't willing to let me get to a shrine to get cured; too dangerous he said. So he decided to bite me instead and make sure I became part of his brood rather than the Cyrodiilics'. Suffice to say, it wasn't a fun few years."

"Oh wait, you want the rest of the story? I'm a bit short on time now. I'll get back to you in a decade or two. I do have all of eternity to tell, as after all."

Did you roll for your stats?  It should be 2d10, it looks like you used 1d10.

I can't remember :/. I'll add another 1d10 just in case.

[VoidSlayer]

Spoiler: Varsyne Backstory (click to show/hide)

"You know, I used to be an engineer for the Thalmor. It was a different time back then; I was a young fool who had lived in Alinor for most of my life. That said, I never did understand my people's obsession with leaving Mundus; I mean, why bother? Life was good and to make it any better involved destroying the world...or at least that's how I understood that Thalmor stuff. I hear that when Crystal-Like-Law was still standing some altmer just became dragons...although I'm not so sure on that."

"Anyway, when the Great War was declared, I was drafted to serve in Lord Naarifin's army. Before I left, I heard all about our victories in Hammerfall and Western Cyrodiil; thought we'd have win the war by Hearthfire. Didn't quite work out as planned, as I soon discovered."

"I was assigned to engine construction; mostly trebuchets and ballistas although we did get a few of those nifty cannons from Hammerfall. Even got a few mages to help with the enchanting....Then the Emperor went and captured our commander. Suffice to say, most of my corp surrendered right there and then, even tearing down the siege engines we built. After the Concordant was signed, I decided to stay in Cyrodiil...the shame of surrendering wouldn't do me any favours back in Alinor and besides, I had a long life ahead of me. So after I resigned from the army, I went around offering my services as an engineer. As you can imagine, there were quite a few damaged structures from the war. To tell you the truth, more than a few employers thought I was a Thalmor spy and hell, I was even offered a stipend by the Thalmor to be one. Now, I was an engineer to the bone and didn't care too much for this spying business, so I just went on my merry way and continued with my business. One day, I get this message asking for a quote on fortifying this little estate out near Cheydinal. The message asked for quite a bit; thick walls, several ballistae, scorpions and hidden traps. Now, I wasn't completely sure on Imperial law, but I was pretty damn sure that making a private fortress was illegal. I sent him a quote anyway with a message conveying my beliefs. It came down to I think...200,000 Drakes as well as the crew needed to carry out the actual work."

"A few days later, a message arrived saying that he had gotten approval- even sent a copy with the message- and was very much willing to pay. I shrugged and went to meet my future employer. To cut a very long story short, he was a very old Argonian who happened to be a vampire of the Arcane bloodline. He'd moved into the area a few months ago during the War and had been at war with the local Cyrodiilic vampires ever since. Now, I had no problems with the leeches as long as they know how to remain civil, which this one did."

"Anyway, I started building his castle, all the while the damned bloodsuckers kept attacking. On one really bad night, one of them actually bit me. The boss didn't like that one bit and wasn't willing to let me get to a shrine to get cured; too dangerous he said. So he decided to bite me instead and make sure I became part of his brood rather than the Cyrodiilics'. Suffice to say, it wasn't a fun few years."

"Oh wait, you want the rest of the story? I'm a bit short on time now. I'll get back to you in a decade or two. I do have all of eternity to tell, as after all."

Did you roll for your stats?  It should be 2d10, it looks like you used 1d10.

I can't remember :/. I'll add another 1d10 just in case.

Well you somehow rolled a 1 for strength on 2d10 so...

[PrivateNomad]

I can start with 4 people, but I'd rather have 5. Someone else want to join?

[Arcvasti]

Someone else want to join?

I do~! I'll try and have the sheet in by tomorrow.

[Arcvasti]

Alright, sheet is done.

Spoiler: Backstory (click to show/hide)

Khajiit will start at the beginning. He was born to poor parents in Leyawiin. Khajiit was not treated well, both because of the somewhat... strained relations between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire and because the ignorant believed him a common housecat. From the first, J'Virr'Jo was interested in magic, since the day his mother told him the old stories, and of how the Thalmor restored the ja'Kha'jay after they disappeared. Khajiit thought to himself: I too want to put my mark upon the heavens. And so J'Virr'Jo was tutored in small magics by those local Khajiit who knew a few spells: How to lift a small object, sense energies of magic or of life. But he wanted more and, when he came of age, set out to find a master. J'Virr'Jo eventually found one at the local chapter of the College of Whispers who did not seem to mind instructing a housecat. Khajiit, over the next few years, learned much about magic, mostly the magic of binding and summoning, in which his master specialized. But it did not last. A powerful Dremora summoned by J'Virr'Jo's master freed itself from its bindings and burned the entire building to the ground. Now haunted by the memory of the searing flames and the cackling of the daedra, Khajiit still set out to learn more. But, especially after his master's accident burned down the chapter house of the College of Whispers, there were few mages in or nearby Leyawiin and none who would take a housecat as an apprentice. So J'Virr'Jo crossed the border into Elsweyr, where they were sure to find a willing mage to teach them.