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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

[ureniashtram]

Since all of our characters are BadAsses in their own way,
(Zaeed is simply Zaeed, Vernon should not be taken lightly, Dalarius has untamed magick, good ol' Kaye is a monk, Iris can bite people who'll instantly die and Cyldreen is a serial killer who killed hundreds.. phew.) I decided to make a NOT so badass character. Forgive the double post.

So meet...
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Name: Kheyfer
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Redguard

Appearance: A little fat. Has a round face, that some would call ugly, and brown eyes that shows intelligence and wisdom. Keeps his hair in strict sense of tidyness.

Notable Appearance: His height can be considered for a Redguard. His temple could reach a full grown Nord's eyes.

Personality: Self-proclaimed extreme introvert. Shunned himself from society. He can get along well with people, but those people are already choosen by Kheyfer to fit in with his personality. Has a bad history with shrimps.

Surviving Skills (Major Skills): Speechcraft (he prefers to fight battles with words) Illusion (to charm that fish vendor to throw shrimps away) and Alchemy
Helpful Talents (Minor Skills and other Odd Perks): Has a photographic memory. Can write very well and read. If he wasn't such an introvert, he'd be a scholar. Which he is, though its unofficial. Has a hand in cooking, but prefers to keep that a secret.

History and Background: Lived all of his life in the Imperial City. He was schooled at the Arcane University at a young age, a blessing that some would kill for. When he was past adolescence, his mentor found Kheyfer's natural skill at making salves and such. He was then tutored by some of the University's alchemists. Though it was rough and paved with suffering, Kheyfer finally graduated at the age of 21. The first thing he did was find a job. Since he was an alchemist, the potions shops was his best bet.

He eventually found work at the Gilded Carafe as an assistant. For six years, he toiled. Until the plague came.

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Whew. As much as I would like to post with Kheyfer, Junior High willn't allow it. Sadface.