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[ureniashtram]

No one really knows how it happened.

Almost all of Cyrodiil and the surrounding borderlines were affected by an unknown disease. I knew that this epidemic was nothing we've ever seen. Three months back, the Royal Healers and the Guild of Mages was working on a cure. It was a promise that they never kept. An associate of mine brought me terrible news. Instead of killing this virus, they unknowingly amplified it!

It started in the Imperial City itself.

(the next part of this paper is stained with ink and blood. A sharp eye can detect the words 'died from the disease' and 'tore each other'.)

... so I warn that whoever read this, make haste to Anvil! Ships from (blotched with ink) has arrived and is ferrying those fortunate to a safe place!

May the Nine give us strength in these times of bereavement,

Courier Ra'Jhibus.

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Another 'Cyrodiil-is-doomed' RP. Only this time though, no major wars have ensued.

So here's the deal (I'm going to leave some spoilers hidden, because I don't wanna spoil it to those who joins and hey, it causes some anxiety and curiousity right?);

The Empire is struck with an epidemic. It was so powerful, thousands were put to the grave. The Mages Guild and the Royal Healers joined hand-in-hand to combat tis threat before it can do further damage. However, instead of finding a cure by studying the plague, they accidentally created a CURE THAT AMPLIFIES the DISEASE. Oblivious, the citizens of the Empire bought the cure and guess what?

They died and .. Y'know. Arose from death and killed the living. The Zombies now roams the forests of Cyrod in overwhelming numbers, hunting down those who survived.

Some survivors that fortunately did not buy the 'cure', rallied to each other and sent requests of help from the other provinces. (Spoilerish) sent ships in Anvil to ferry the survivors to their homeland.

But a handful of survivors believed that other survivors are trapped in other cities, needing of aid. So they sent fast-footed couriers on horses guarded by surviving Legionnaires, also on horses, to the other cities.

What remains to be seen is IF there are other survivors who received the letters of aid.
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Character Sheet

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Gender:
Age:
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Appearance:
Notable Appearance:
Personality:

Surviving Skills (Major Skills):
Helpful Talents (Minor Skills and other Odd Perks):

History and Background:


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Well.. Here's hoping that this RP doesn't die the minute that its born, eh? If you have any questions, PM me or post it in the Planning Thread I'm gonna create when somebody joins..

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Mar 13 2011, 01:20 PM

[jack cloudy]

Ok, guess I'm in. And I'll be posting Kaye again. I just like the old guy too much and he hasn't really been used all that much.

Name: Kaye Soscean
Gender: male
Age: 48
Race: Redguard
Appearance: An unremarkable looking man, Kaye has a grey beard and roughly cut hair of moderate length. His eyes are set deep in their sockets and wrinkles have broken up his skin. The rest of his body is light, slightly malnurished and perpetually hunched over. This, combined with his patched back and forth clothes, makes him appear as little more than just another beggar.

Notable Appearance: He’s got a tattoo over his heart that’s an artistic representation of the Lord birthsign, though it’s faded. Not that you would see it cause he prefers to keep his clothes on.

Personality: Kaye is a tired man, fed up with himself. He struggles with a newfound adiction to alcohol and doesn't seem to care about anything these days. Deep down however, he is still searching for enlightenment which, combined with his self-loathing, drives him into situations he would probably avoid if he still wanted to live. So while in the past he would just flee when confronted with a city of undead, these days he would stick around at least long enough to finish his drink.

Surviving Skills (Major Skills): He's good with his hands and feet. Training his senses has also given him an awareness of his surroundings that borders on the superhuman. Other than that, he doesn't hold many skills worth mentioning.

(translated into a more gamey language): Hand-to-hand, unarmoured, agility, athletics.
Helpful Talents (Minor Skills and other Odd Perks): He does not suffer as much from being drunk as most other people do. Also while not as succesfull as he'd hoped, he is proficient enough in meditation techniques to control the biorythm of his body (breathing, heartrate etc).


History and Background: Not much is known about Kaye's past. In fact, he barely remembers the name of his hometown, even less where it lay or what it looked like. What is known is that he has spent most of his life wandering Tamriel at random, only making contact with people when absolutely needed. For years he attempted to clear his mind of all thoughts, believing that if he succeeded, he would become enlightened. Along the way, he also practiced in the art of the fist. Partially because some of the routines helped focus his mind, partially because staring down wolves and the like with pebbles and harsh words wouldn't be all that healthy.

Perhaps it was luck, an instinct for evading trouble, or merely the fact that he was out far from civilization most of the time, but Kaye has managed to get through every major crisis of the last half a century unharmed and often, unaware of their happening.

Now he's growing old however, and fears that he will never reach enlightnement, whether through clearing his mind or otherwise. It is this fear that has made him abandon the wilderniss and return to the towns and cities. Unfortunately for him, his return to civilization came at a bad time. Just when he was enjoying a drink he couldn't afford, trouble struck.