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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

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:

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

[Ahrenil]

I'll throw myself in with this one if you guys are alright with it.

Name: Dalarius
Gender:Male
Age:11
Race:Bosmer

Appearance:Small, thin and pale. He looks malnourished, largely because he is. He has long dark hair that falls just below his eyes in unkept curls. He is dirty and unwashed, and covered in small cuts and scrapes. He wears a mismatched set of clothes that are either too big or too small, all have various holes and tears, and his worn sandals are kept on by what seems to be sheer willpower and luck.
Notable Appearance: His eyes are completely whited out and cloudy, though he amazingly can still see.
Personality: Very quiet on the borders of being mute, though by choice, very shy, and prone to running at danger. He's also likely to steal what he can and run, he doesn't trust anyone but himself, but knows when to give in to someone stronger as long as it will benefit him.

Surviving Skills (Major Skills): Athletics, Lockpicking, Stealth, Illusion, Destruction, Mysticism
Helpful Talents (Minor Skills and other Odd Perks): He's very good at foraging and very resourceful, and can and will make use of anything he finds. Being small he also knows how to hide and blend in with his surroundings, though his is aided by his latent and untrained magical abilities.

History and Background:

Dalarius never knew his parents, and no one knew him. He was shunted around the varying child gangs that had plagued Kvatch for years, always being beaten by the stronger, subjected and abused. He quickly took to stealing, only when he knew he could get away with it, and manipulating. He got the name Dalarius due to a local fairty tale, of the shy Dalarius who never aided the community and fell down a well that he was never helped out of. It started with people telling him to "Help everyone out and just follow Dalarius", later being shortened to just the name. His life, however, changed the night before he left Kvatch, the latest gang he had "joined" was not a nice one, children in it dissapeared, regularily. Dalarius found out why, they had been subjugated by a local vampire posing as a merchant, he offered them amnesty from his hunger if they offered him sacrifices.

Dalarius had always known he wasn't quite normal, when he wished he was invisible it was as if people no longer noticed him, and when he begged a bully hard enough to stop sometimes they would...This time it was more. The vampire seemed to enjoy taunting his prey, treating Dalarius to a meal and stories, giving him hope of safety, mentioning a group called the "Twin Lanterns", before revealing his identity. As the vampire fell on him Dalarius wished for one thing only, revenge. The latent magic in Dalarius flared to life, but being untrained and uncontrolled, it erupted from his eyes in a burst of pure uncontrolled force, burning away the undead creature and a good portion of the house. In terrible pain and horror, Dalarius fled, becoming just one more of many street urchins to wind up in the Imperial City.

Now as the city becomes even more unsafe Dalarius trusts to his instincts as he always has, and looks to flee with everything he can fit in his very small pockets.

This post has been edited by Ahrenil: Mar 25 2011, 07:09 PM