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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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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

[Zalphon]

Name: Azuk Gro-Balog
Gender: Male
Race: Orsimer (Orc)
Age: 29

General Appearance: The grey-skinned Orc is tall, even for an Orc. Although he is taller than most other Orcs, he has the same level of physique. He keeps his jet-black hair tied back by an ebon strip of cloth.
Special Appearance: He has a scar from his right shoulder blade to his left hip; a scar on his left eye.
Personality: Azuk has a high sense of self-discipline. Although the Orc is slow to trust anyone, if they earn his trust, they can count on him as a friend for life. He is often accused of being a sadist, due to his love of battle. However, he doesn’t love the suffering, he loves testing himself so that he can improve.

Surviving Skills: Long Blade, Medium Armor, Athletics, Speechcraft
Helpful Talents: Inner Calm; Hand-to-Hand; Armorer

Inner Calm: Azuk relies on his intense mental focus to keep his calm during the mists of battle. He realizes that succumbing to rage like his fellow brethren means you lose accuracy and focus.

Weapon: A Steel honoured user Sword
Armor: Orcish Armor (Morrowind-Style) with no helmet.
Food/Drink: A Loaf of Bread and a Bottle of Water
Literature: None
Misc.: None

History: Azuk Gro-Balog was born to a mother who was a drunk and a father he never knew in the fishing village of Hla Oad. His was a dreugh hunter, often leaving for days at a time as she searched for the humanoid-like beasts.

When Azuk turned eight years of age, an Orc named “Gul Gro-Shagak” traveled to Hla Oad. His mother was gone when Gul spoke to the boy. Gul was a veteran of the war with the Empire and an inspiration to Azuk.

When they left that day, Azuk’s life changed drastically. He was taken to a cave in the Southern Bitter Coast Region where he would live out his time with Gul. On a daily basis, Gul would beat him to teach him to ignore pain. They would also practice with wooden swords which often left Gro-Balog bruised.

Over time, Azuk was improving as a fist-fighter and a swordsman. Gul forged him a Steel honoured user Sword as a way of showing Azuk that he was worthy of it. For several weeks, they practiced with real blades. When Gul used his twin scimitars, he left a scar on Azuk’s back from his right shoulder blade to his back.

Gro-Balog challenged Gro-Shagak to a duel. Gul gladly accepted and decided to use the scimitars which had scarred Azuk’s back. They fought for minutes, but it seemed like hours. As one moved, so did the other. However, Gul succeeded in a trick shot and performed a glancing blow to Gro-Balog’s eye. In a blind fit of rage, he impaled his master.

Gul’s final words were simple: “You’ve done well, Azuk…” Azuk swore to control his rage. With a remorseful sigh, he grabbed his master’s armor. The Orsimer-Style Armor fit him perfectly, even though it was missing the helmet.

Gro-Balog traveled back to Hla Oad to find his mother. The locals told him about how after he disappeared; his mother grew gradually more and more depressed. Eventually after she had lost all hope, she traveled to the Ash Lands never to be seen again…

Azuk left Vvardenfell for the Imperial City, looking for work as a Fighters’ Guild Member. For several years, he served diligently even making his way up to the rank of “Warder” for his talent and efficiency. He was given a contract to kill a rogue legionnaire.

When he finally tracked down the legionnaire, he discovered the man was afflicted with vampirism. The legionnaire begged for mercy, explaining how it was all because he was ordered to hunt down a vampire named “Lyrithar the Mad”. When he managed to free himself from the labyrinth-like caverns, he had already been ‘changed’.

When he returned without the head of the deserter, he was banished from the Fighters’ Guild for refusing to follow a direct order from the Guild Master. The disgruntled Orc found work as a wandering mercenary. No task was too minute, from collecting Imp Gall to battling Rogue Daedra. After some time, he left that life behind and returned to the Imperial City.

Using a portion of the money he had earned during his Fighters’ Guild and Mercenary days, he bought a small house in Anvil. He decided to volunteer to work with the Anvil City Guard, but eventually the news of the disease broke out. He left Anvil to answer the call…