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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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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

[Tellie]

Name: Zaeed Massani (sorry, I love the character too much not to use his likeness here)
Gender: Male
Age: 51
Race: Imperial

Appearance: Multitude of scars (including a nasty one on the left side of his face that has blinded his right eye), Blue eyes, a series of blue tattoos in his neck, chest and arm. Wears a worn but well kept ebony cuirass, greaves boots, right gauntlet (no shoulder guard) and left gauntlet and pauldron. Has a pair of small custom crossbows (not to difficult to loaf of bread, but powerful enough to punch through a man's head) and a standard steel broadsword with fire enchantment.

Personality: Zaeed is a honoured user, he is arrogant, snarky and self centered but friendly to those who earns his respect. No real fear of anything as he has seen every bad thing the world has to offer (and survived it all).

Surviving Skills (Major Skills): Restoration, Marksman, Long Blades, Heavy Armour, and Athletics.

Helpful Talents (Minor Skills and other Odd Perks): Hand-to-hand, Short Blades (hidden dagger).

Powerful Rage: Zaeed hates being hurt or bested so in bad situations he can force up a wave of adrenaline that sharpens his senses and numbs him to pain and wounds that would cripple the staunchest of men.

History and Background: Zaeed grew up as an orphan in the Imperial City, learning at youg age that if he wanted to live he would have to steal, bully and be generally meaner and better than anyone else. Shortly past adolecense he started up a mercenary band with a fellow aquaintance. The mercenary work paid well until his partner double crossed him, slashing his face with a knife and stabbing him in the back before leaving him to die.

Zaeed survived and struck out on his own as a marcenary and bounty hunter/assassin. After thirty years in the business he is rightfully know as the best bounty hunter/mercenary alive and his name is feared and held in awe by all men and criminals all across Tamriel. Like Kaye he is enjoying a drink at an inn on someone else' expense when disaster strikes.


Link to the character I've based him on for those who don't know.
Zaeed

This post has been edited by Tellie: Mar 25 2011, 02:45 AM