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[WillowLuman]

Perhaps my flaw is indecisiveness, but here are my picks:

Spoiler: Aulus Marcius (click to show/hide)

Name: Aulus Marcius

Race: Imperial

Birthsign: The Lady

Description: He's got the shit-eating grin of a natural salesman plastered on his face as he steps off the ship. Vvardenfell! Smell the ash on the air! That's the smell of opportunity and second chances for a man who for a good bit thought that he'd get his hands chopped off or get pulled in half by horses or whatever they do to people like him over in Lilmoth. All for some misunderstandings involving a bit of shipping. The ship might not have been real and the contracts might have been a bit dodgy, he'll be the first to admit, but surely there was no need to put him in jail over what was clearly just his sheer business acumen getting ahead of things like facts or the criminal code. No such problems should arise in Vvardenfell, he fully expects. You can get away with anything here, you just have to know the right people. And as he steps into the office, teeth still shining white and a little gold through the filth of the rest of him, one thing he is definitely ready to do is make some friends.

Class: Why, he's a fully educated specialist of imports, exports and all things that lead to them, including mergers, acquisitions, mercantile law, procurements, logistics and virtually anything else that lets him put quill to paper and let his imagination run wild. In fact, Marcius' proficiency in these things is second only to his sheer ability to pitch all manner of unusual proposals to all manner of people. He's also no slouch when it comes to dodging both death and taxes, often in rapid succession.

Always gotta have a smoothtalking conman. And nice to see someone not interested in combat! An oft-unexploited path

Spoiler: Eats-The-Bugs (click to show/hide)

Name: Eats-The-Bugs

Race: Argonian

Birthsign: The Tower

Description: On the Census forms, the information Eats-The-Bugs filled out was as as follows,

Race: Kamal
Weight: Three Ounces
Heigher: 2,831'4''
Gender: **In lieu of a text entry, there's a drawing of a tree on this line**
Birthsign: The Fornicating Sload
Province of Origin: Tomorrow

When asked what he'd do if a stove pipe slipped towards his mother, he replied the question was irrelevant because his mother was a stove pipe. He also criticized the census officer for being poorly dressed and obnoxious. He was not so much released from the census office as he was thrown out on his ear, which is a fairly typical turn of events for him.

Eats-The-Bugs, more typically just called 'Eetz', is a Argonian of slightly less than average height, exceptionally lean build, quick fingers, and a ready laugh. A scout by training, Eetz' employment outside of the Black Marsh has been somewhat limited by the complete inability of most of the civilized races to take a joke, or even realize that a joke has been made. When asked for a serious answer, Eetz will respond seriously, but so very few people actually ask for serious answers when they need them- which is rather confusing. Still, Eetz makes do the best he can- exploring for people too poor to afford anyone better and selling the smut fiction he writes while on expedition.


Class: Scout primarily, smutty fiction writer secondarily. He uses the Pseudonym 'Erects-His-Tail'  when writing.

How could I not pick this one? I expect great things.

I see we're going "PC eccentric" so far. I have no intention of changing that.

Spoiler: Bobs-In-Well (click to show/hide)

Name: Bobs-In-Well

Race: Argonian

Birthsign: The Apprentice

Description: Short and fairly tubby by Argonian standards, with a mottled deep red hide highlighted by wisps of black. A mane of darker spines erupts from the back of his scalp, and his slitted eyes are a brilliant, glittering gold. He often sticks his tongue out and goes a little walleyed when thinking, which is often, adding greatly to his derpy appearance.

Bobs-In-Well is generally friendly and cheerful, even- nay, especially when everyone is about to die. He considers deranged cults, mechanical deathtraps, and supernatural horrors to all be just fascinating, so it's rather hard to find a type of danger that doesn't interest him and warrant further investigation. This boundless curiosity also applies to a great deal of things that don't want to murder him and wear his face as a hat, often resulting in weeks spent perfecting a mushroom casserole or figuring out the precise requirements to have a pig declared a full constable of the law.

Class: Bobs-In-Well refers to himself as a Scholar, which like much of what he says starts out great and then takes a turn someplace strange.

Practically speaking, Bobs-In-Well is a heavily armored mage with great constitution and phenomenal talent in Restoration magic; as might be expected, this is because he has very little common sense and so is very frequently savaged by the horrible things he's attempting to study. He's well versed in other forms of magic as well, but his real obsession is with experimentation and creation: Enchantments, spells, potions, equipment, machines, creatures, anything. If it exists, he'd like to figure out how to make it. If it doesn't exist, there's a good chance he'd like to correct that issue. Needless to say, this makes him a rather shameless packrat, with the associated issue of seldom being able to carry everything he'd like to keep.

Also sounds like a lot of fun

I see we're going "PC eccentric" so far. I have no intention of changing that.

(I'll play straight man then.)

Spoiler: Constantine Mentorus (click to show/hide)

Name:Constantine Mentorus

Race:Imperial

Birthsign:The Warrior

Description:Constantine was once a member of the Imperial Watch in Cyrodill, before his imprisonment for refusing to follow orders he found dishonorable. The Legion has left its marks deeply in him. He is average in appearance and serious in temperament. He is deeply grateful to the Emperor for giving him a second chance.

Class:(Knight) In battle, Constantine fought with a sword and shield. He also knows some tricks of Restoration, to save the wounded and show mercy to the vanquished.

While I might have thought to swap him for someone more "interesting," the straightman is an important part of any cast, though it remains to be seen whether or not people decide to journey together.

Still need to work on the description, but I'm quite interested in this game.

Spoiler: Taahni (click to show/hide)

Name: Taahni

Race: Khajiit

Birthsign: The Shadow

Description: Taller than most females of her kind, her ebony fur has faint traces of bronze throughout. Born under the Shadow, Taahni had skill in both stealth and illusion magic. However, despite the assumptions other races had that any gifted this way would use these skills for thievery or assassination, Taahni used her skills to aid her home city of Leyawiin. Skilled in speechcraft, she does not always speak in the signature way of the Khajiit. Those who accompany her might notice her tendency to stay quiet and gather information before taking control of a situation. In a fight she tends to use Illusion magic and potions to disappear and cause confusion, striking her enemies with her claws or piercing them from a distance with poisoned arrows. If the fight turns against her she has no qualms using Mysticism and Acrobatics to get away quickly. She gained some recognition as an enchanter and alchemist, and prone to wander the Trans-Niben area protecting travellers from trolls and wolves. However, Taahni was captured by an Imperial Agent giving aid to the Renrijra Krin, and was shipped to Morrowind along with a few others...

Specialization: Stealth
Favored Attributes: Agility, Personality
Major Skills: Illusion, Hand-to-Hand, Sneak, Speechcraft, Mysticism
Minor Skills: Alchemy, Enchant, Acrobatics, Light Armor, Marksman

Edit: Stupid Archive Binge...

Always gotta have a rogue type, and I like her backstory, too.

Spoiler: Tyrian Estel (click to show/hide)

Name: Tyrian Estel
Weight: 54kgs
Heigher: 5'4"
Gender: Female

Race: Bosmer

Birthsign: The Ritual

Description: Tyrian is an Elf of common stature: about five feet in height and generally lithe and flexible in build. She has a light brown complexion, with an angled face and deep hued irises in matching color. She has dark hair, swept naturally to the sides.

Sired a hunter and educated with what little could be afforded, Tyrian is remarkably unaggressive, compassionate, and trusting to a fault as described by her 'father', a human who took her in and never told her anything more about her past. Her early life was spent in his interests: identifying various fauna and flora in the forests, and trying to make ends meet with alchemy and other trade skills--the latter of which provided a good example for her in the future...as a point of utter failure as she couldn't find herself (despite loving encouragement) able to create a poultice, or combine things for potionmaking like a cheese and cheese wheel. In contrast, as her father tested her skills by application, she was found to be a rather excellent hunter in form, reluctant to prolong pain or killing--her compassionate streak also jived with his observations of a relative ease with animals, either in caring or in their behavior around her. She was a studious and passionate individual who held principles (and people) highly; this continued after her father's passing in her trade as a traveling scholar.

To be imprisoned usually brings a bad reputation regardless of one's intent and personality--Tyri was jailed however due to a complex situation with a Khajiit that included a mismanagement of words, and a coincidental bandit attack during her time as a buyer. Problematically, she lacked a weapons (rather, she had a bow, but lacked arrows which were just to be bought), and before being able to finish a deal that consisted of the usual medicinal accoutrements and supplies for her goals as a healer and scholar, she found herself shooting bandits in the legs to stop them from coming any closer to the nice stash of coins and goods. While particularly eventful in the end, she was charged heavily for stealing in front of a merchant (the arrows), alongside multiple other petty crimes she was confused in trying to understand [which would've only made sense if there was a connection with the bandits and the merchants]. In short, her past as a free hunter and trader/traveler hit a hole in the road: she had loved books and learning, being a very perceptive sort and given to thinking rather than abrupt acting, seeking and aiming to understand all that goes around her. The complexity of what had gotten her into prison nudged her potentials, and she found herself being a more practical person--somewhat in conflict with her principles, although in the end always finding ways to make ends meet. "Stealing" and then returning goods in times of need, finding ways to communicate with people, and overall trying to still earn enough for books and a formal education; she has a vested interest in the world and its peoples.

Class: Spy [Assassin/Agent theme]
        Specialisation: Stealth
        Attributes: Luck, Agility
        Main skills [6]: Acrobatics, Light Armor, Marksman, Security, Athletics, Sneak
        Minor skills [4]: Speechcraft, Athletics, Hand-to-Hand, Restoration

10 skills and stuff noted!

Horrible grammar aside, will try to edit later when in a better state of mind.

At first I thought her rather similar to Taahni, but then I had an idea...

Also, I can see you've put a lot of work into this!


And now I shall write the post to begin the game...

[WillowLuman]

16th Last Seed, 3e 427 - 10 AM

You're finally out the door after all that questioning and paperwork, and now find yourself among the dozen other fresh deportees, all milling about in the street as they wonder where to go next, all still wearing only the cheap prison clothes. The officials gave you a small package and some instructions, but technically speaking there's nothing urgent about it. They also gave you 80 septims to get you started, though perhaps while no one was looking, you helped yourself to some self-startering...

[Choose 1 piece of loot from the offices, if so desired]

You smell the sea on the morning air, though also the damp musk of the nearby bayou. The small town looks like fairly standard Imperial faire, like any run-down village in Cyrodil, perhaps a bit further on the poor side. There's been some effort to cobble the streets here on the waterfront, but for the most part the ground is bare and muddy. From off on the edge of town you hear some kind of animal's call, a smooth yet piercing cry, which sounds not unpleasant. There's a bosmeri man asking each of your former boatmates in turn about a ring or something.

[Draignean]

[Choose 1 piece of loot from the offices, if so desired]

Eats-The-Bugs chooses the Limeware Platter on the middle of the shelf located the right-hand corner of the first room of the census office.

Eats-The-Bugs Will patiently listen to the Bosmeri man ask about his ring.

[Harry Baldman]

Aulus Marcius stole the key to the Census and Excise Warehouse from that shelf behind the fellow who gives us our wonderful delivery mission, probably while the others were causing trouble (and if by some miracle they weren't, he probably asked the legionnaire to show him something from the top shelf and filched it while he wasn't looking).

"That doesn't sound like something I've seen," Marcius would reply to the wood elf, "but thank you kindly on warning me on the local guard menace, I'll certainly keep my things squirreled away in case I meet one!"

(side note: this is probably the best idea for an RTD that I've ever seen)

[IronyOwl]

Bobs-In-Well was no thief, and so did not stuff anything into his tunic the instant the guards glanced away. Granted, he didn't say anything while the people standing next to him did exactly that, but he was no snitch either.

He was literate, however, and so immediately began reading his mail in the middle of the road, nodding along as a bosmer accosted him about jewelry. He liked jewelry.

Read directions, listen to elf.

[Rautherdir]

Taahni would not dare steal from the Imperial offices, surely they needed those things for their work. The barrel just outside the captain's office, however, must have been for unused items, else why would it be outside?

Taahni took the most expensive item in said barrel.

[Tiruin]

((GAAHHH the edit didn't pass x.x I have a duplicate skill--Hugo, can you edit your GM sheet on my character ._. I fixed it up...))

Tyrian somehow had one of those strange feelings: these feelings happened out of nowhere and they were not enough of 'reasonable feelings' to be discussed in polite (or any) conversation, so she usually kept it to herself. Currently, those feelings involved other belongings just as she admired the style of how this one guard's helmet was constructed and indirectly saw his eyes turn away from her.

She shuddered, and in the same second placed all the responsibility to the cold and drab weather. More random thoughts hit: there was the wish of having a nice scaly coat or something natural like her companions. But she wasn't going to act on any of that.

Coincidentally, there was someone talking nearby! This was a good opportunity to help herself out.

Imbibe the information.

If it's possible to do a free action after hearing the person's dialogue--'check this person's inventory' by counter-pickpocketing, if they have the ring and just 'forgot' it on their person.

Do not accidentally let any nearby item fall into my inventory thanks to either my curiosity or clumsiness.

[Enemy post]

Constantine would, of course, not steal anything. That would be immoral. Others may have done so while he listened attentively to his instructions, but he didn't see anything.

Listen to that Bosmer, and try to help him find his ring.

(This is making me want to play Morrowind again.)

[Tiruin]

(This is making me want to play Morrowind again.)

((Fill in the remaining posts while waiting with Morrowind stories please I have 0 experience with most of the game series other than Daggerfall [which is free...but has darned spiders] and a brief play on my nephew's laptop of Skyrim [which is awesome...and has GIANT spiders that always make me go "AAAARGH" and then stab stab stab and then freak out as the screen closes up on it as I move around >_>] ...does Morrowind have spiders?]

[Enemy post]

((Fill in the remaining posts while waiting with Morrowind stories please I have 0 experience with most of the game series other than Daggerfall [which is free...but has darned spiders] and a brief play on my nephew's laptop of Skyrim [which is awesome...and has GIANT spiders that always make me go "AAAARGH" and then stab stab stab and then freak out as the screen closes up on it as I move around >_>] ...does Morrowind have spiders?]

(It doesn't have any spiders IIRC, unless you count golems shaped like spiders, or mudcrabs.)

[Draignean]

(This is making me want to play Morrowind again.)

((Fill in the remaining posts while waiting with Morrowind stories please I have 0 experience with most of the game series other than Daggerfall [which is free...but has darned spiders] and a brief play on my nephew's laptop of Skyrim [which is awesome...and has GIANT spiders that always make me go "AAAARGH" and then stab stab stab and then freak out as the screen closes up on it as I move around >_>] ...does Morrowind have spiders?]

((Spiders? HA! Morrowind's only spiders are mechanical monstrosities that shoot deadly poison clouds- Shalks, Nix Hounds, and Kwama are the reigning arthropods.))

[Tiruin]

((Fill in the remaining posts while waiting with Morrowind stories please I have 0 experience with most of the game series other than Daggerfall [which is free...but has darned spiders] and a brief play on my nephew's laptop of Skyrim [which is awesome...and has GIANT spiders that always make me go "AAAARGH" and then stab stab stab and then freak out as the screen closes up on it as I move around >_>] ...does Morrowind have spiders?]

(It doesn't have any spiders IIRC, unless you count golems shaped like spiders, or mudcrabs.)

((i should buy this game.
It's like Oblivion but no spiders.
Thank you. ♥
PPE: THank you BOTH.))

[Harry Baldman]

...does Morrowind have spiders?

((None whatsoever! Well, unless you count the Dwemer mechanical ones but they're not terribly freaky (although more so than their equivalents in Skyrim due to Morrowind doing Dwemer aesthetics way better). Lots of other arthropod-esque creatures and also silt striders, but they're large and cute and would never hurt anyone.))

[WillowLuman]

Eats-The-Bugs chooses the Limeware Platter on the middle of the shelf located the right-hand corner of the first room of the census office.

Eats-The-Bugs Will patiently listen to the Bosmeri man ask about his ring.

(I once saw a discussion video on something Morrowind related, with a playthrough going on in the background. The comments were filled with surprise and indignation that the limeware platter wasn't taken)

"It's about yeah-big, made of greenish stone, you seen it? No? Oh well, thanks anyways... Watch out for the guards around here, they can be mean if they think you're a pushover..."

Aulus Marcius stole the key to the Census and Excise Warehouse from that shelf behind the fellow who gives us our wonderful delivery mission, probably while the others were causing trouble (and if by some miracle they weren't, he probably asked the legionnaire to show him something from the top shelf and filched it while he wasn't looking).

"That doesn't sound like something I've seen," Marcius would reply to the wood elf, "but thank you kindly on warning me on the local guard menace, I'll certainly keep my things squirreled away in case I meet one!"

(side note: this is probably the best idea for an RTD that I've ever seen)

( I'd actually encourage others to reuse the premise, so that the people I couldn't fit in can play.)

"Oh... well, thanks anyways. And you're welcome!"

Bobs-In-Well was no thief, and so did not stuff anything into his tunic the instant the guards glanced away. Granted, he didn't say anything while the people standing next to him did exactly that, but he was no snitch either.

He was literate, however, and so immediately began reading his mail in the middle of the road, nodding along as a bosmer accosted him about jewelry. He liked jewelry.

Read directions, listen to elf.

The paper they handed you reads as follows:

Spoiler: That letter the tired-looking legion templar gave to you (click to show/hide)

Bobs-In-Well,
You have been given these directions and a package of documents. Do not show them to anyone. Do not attempt to read the documents in the package. The package has been sealed, and your tampering will be discovered and punished.

Follow these directions.

Proceed to the town of Balmora in Vvardenfell District. Report to a man named Caius Cosades. He will be your superior and patron; you will follow his orders. His residence is not known, but ask at the cornerclub called "South Wall". People there will know where to find Caius Cosades. When you report to Caius Cosades, deliver the package of documents to him, and wait for further orders.

Remember. You owe your life and freedom to the Emperor. Serve him well, and you will be rewarded. Betray him, and you will suffer the fate of all traitors.

I have the Honor to prepare this at the direction of his Most Sovereign Majesty the Emperor Uriel Septim,

Glabrio Bellienus

Personal Secretary to the Emperor

Taahni would not dare steal from the Imperial offices, surely they needed those things for their work. The barrel just outside the captain's office, however, must have been for unused items, else why would it be outside?

Taahni took the most expensive item in said barrel.

There was a shiny ring made of greenish stone inside, which looked much more expensive than the wooden cups and utensils. Naturally you pocketed it. Someone may be looking for it, and who knows, maybe it's magic? Or wort a few coins at least. Looks like it's got some kind of Bosmeri inscription on it.

((GAAHHH the edit didn't pass x.x I have a duplicate skill--Hugo, can you edit your GM sheet on my character ._. I fixed it up...))

Tyrian somehow had one of those strange feelings: these feelings happened out of nowhere and they were not enough of 'reasonable feelings' to be discussed in polite (or any) conversation, so she usually kept it to herself. Currently, those feelings involved other belongings just as she admired the style of how this one guard's helmet was constructed and indirectly saw his eyes turn away from her.

She shuddered, and in the same second placed all the responsibility to the cold and drab weather. More random thoughts hit: there was the wish of having a nice scaly coat or something natural like her companions. But she wasn't going to act on any of that.

Coincidentally, there was someone talking nearby! This was a good opportunity to help herself out.

Imbibe the information.

If it's possible to do a free action after hearing the person's dialogue--'check this person's inventory' by counter-pickpocketing, if they have the ring and just 'forgot' it on their person.

Do not accidentally let any nearby item fall into my inventory thanks to either my curiosity or clumsiness.

(I'll edit my post, don't worry)

[6] With the eye and light-touch of the pickpocket, you try to assess what the man has on him. You go for the tried and tested "oops!" method, pretending to bump into him and taking the opportunity to deftly brush over his pockets: he's got an empty jug and an unlit torch on the back of his belt, and a few coins in his pockets, but no jewelry. Oh well.

He holds out his hands apologetically after the collision. "Sorry! I didn't see you..." he looks rather surprised when he seems to process your appearance. "...there. Hey! You're Bosmeri, too! Um, you... come around here... often?"

Constantine would, of course, not steal anything. That would be immoral. Others may have done so while he listened attentively to his instructions, but he didn't see anything.

Listen to that Bosmer, and try to help him find his ring.

(This is making me want to play Morrowind again.)

"Oh! Um, if you're willing to help... Well, they won't let me back in the office unless its to 'pay what I owe,' but maybe they're keeping it in there? Or, um, do you think the guards might listen to you? You have this... look... and maybe you could ask one of them if they have it?"

((Fill in the remaining posts while waiting with Morrowind stories please I have 0 experience with most of the game series other than Daggerfall [which is free...but has darned spiders] and a brief play on my nephew's laptop of Skyrim [which is awesome...and has GIANT spiders that always make me go "AAAARGH" and then stab stab stab and then freak out as the screen closes up on it as I move around >_>] ...does Morrowind have spiders?]

(It doesn't have any spiders IIRC, unless you count golems shaped like spiders, or mudcrabs.)

(But there may be some things belonging to a certain tribe unmourned that might make your skin crawl)

[Rautherdir]

Taahni, having overheard the Bosmer talking, walks over and begins conversation of her own.

"Perhaps Taahni has seen your ring. Could you describe it?"

Converse.

-Assuming description matches-

"Taahni did find your ring. You may have it."

Return the Breton's ring