(4E 202? So all of this is happening while the Dragonborn is on his mission to defeat the edgy black dragon)
Trollz, The nibenean empire, and Ardoland
A Fall From Great Heights 26th Sun's Dawn, 4E 203
"These stairs go on forever!" Sir Plutarch groans as him and Sir Mazog continue their dash up the Throat of the World, the tallest mountain in both Skyrim, and all of Tamriel.
"Just a little further." Sir Mazog grunts curtly and continues his pace.
"Man that's what you said, we literally have been walking up this mountain for a solid day and we haven't seen Trollz or the girls or that werewolf." Sir Plutarch complains loudly falling behind huffing and puffing.
"I am sure they came this way, there are makeshift shrines near the top for him to.... well let's keep going." Sir Mazog slows a bit letting Plutarch catch up and begins his fast pace again.
Just then a cold icy impact smacks into the orc and he staggers almost falling backwards and shakes his head dazed. Just in time he raises his shield to deflect the ethereal blue slap of the tail from an Ice Wraith. Ice spike form in front of Sir Plutarch whom jumps back just in time to avoid impalement, and unsheathes his hammer. Another ice wrath comes floating down at Plutarch. Shield-bashing his foe, Mazog draws his sword and starts hacking at the wraith and his comrade does likewise. The wraith are not particularly hard to hit, but their ethereal-like nature makes it a pain to damage them with mere weapon even though they are made of fine Morrowind ebony. The two waste a few moments dispatching the ice wraiths and resting before continuing up the cloudbound mountain.
Near the peak, a little ways before you get to the Greybeards sanctuary, a large little open area is occupied by a makeshift altar to Hircine. Madai frantically prepares the area as Medea and Cassandra bound in ropes at their hands and feet are laid out on a crude stone altar. Madai has put on blue mountain flower face paint in woad style lines across his face.
Sun's last rays of light illuminate the clouds below though the actual sunset is not seen through the blanket of clouds, and the stars begin shining as night approaches. Madai puts on the Savior's Hide. He withdraws a crooked dagger, small in his large hand, and cuts hi other palm, sprinkling his blood on the women. Madai invokes Hircine and lifts the dagger up high and brings it down.
Penetrating Cassandra's abdomen, she lets out a cry of pain that barely escapes her lips as suddenly time seems to freeze. A thick blackness, thicker than the darkest night takes over the scene, the presence of a Daedric Lord. Hircine's voice bellows out loud enough to be heard by all around.
"Why do you bother me dog?" The daedric prince asks fiercely.
"I your loyal hunter have come to claim the bounty and reward of destroying the chief of prey. I have gained my Lord's Savior's Hide, and I know it can make me one of his Pack forever." Madai bows to the ground before Hircine.
"You are an unworthy cur!" Hircine's voice snarls back.
"But my lord, you made a troll be able to transform at will, surely I your faithful hunter and servant can be granted your ultimate blessing and be a hunter in your pack forever my lord Hircine!" Madai's howls in sadness begging the daedric prince.
"You disgust me. You envy the beasts and wish you were them. You are prey, I reject you!" Hircine voice echoes loudly in anger and Madai is forced to the ground and the Savior's Hide snaps off of him and flies up into the air.
"Lord Hircine, please!"Madai pleas and gets up and tries to grasp the Savior's Hide but in a blink of an eye it vanishes completely, sent back to some plane of Oblivion.
"Are you a hunter....or the hunted?" Hircine's laughs and the darkness fades to night and time resumes with Cassandra's piercing scream and the dagger in Madai's hand plunges into her sending out a spurt of blood.
Just then a blur of white, almost imperceptible against he snowclad peak collides with Madai. Trollz, now a frost troll, smashes into Madai and begins pummeling him with punches. Madai taken by surprises takes some hefty blows, but regains his composure and fends off Trollz for a moment.
"So you survived." Madai says coldly unsheathing his axe and looking knowingly into Trollz eyes, recognizing him despite his new bigger frame and snow white fur.
Trollz merely beats his chest and squares up for the fight. The two dash into eachother, the Nord swinging his axe and the Troll his big brute arms. A nasty gash is cleft into Trollz arm and a deft blow to the face puts Madai on the ground. Trollz jumps on his foe throwing haymakers left and right at the Nord whom shields himself with his arms.
Sir Mazog and Sir Plutarch turn the bend and come upon the scene and shout out. They unsheathe their weapons and Trollz looks up. Distracted for just a split second Madai decks Trollz hard across the chin and has enough of a moment to throw the beast off him. Retrieving his axe on his way to his feet Madai gives Trollz, hunched over, a painful kick. Before he can follow up though Mazog and Plutarch engage him and the three jostle as Trollz gets to his feet.
Madai fights fiercely though going two against one. Sir Mazog is forced to constantly keep blocking and Madai finally finds an opening in the fatigued Plutarch's swings of his hammer and delivers some powerful blows to his chest. Skilled in heavy armor, Plutarch survives these normally devastating blows, but they still hurt him a bit and back him off of Madai whom begins to easily outmatch the young orc Sir Mazog.
Trollz looking on turns to the two women and snaps the ropes around them. Medea throws her arms around Trollz, and begins immediately staunching the bleeding Cassandra, and healing her enough to keep her alive. Trollz turns around to see Madai knocking Sir Mazog out cold with an offhanded punch and turning on an exhausted Sir Plutarch.
"Maerwyn, live. You, f-find Maerwyn." Trollz turns to Medea and sputters and she looks up at him for a moment confused.
Kicking Plutarch off balance Madai readies a decisive blow to his rival big man. Noticing that they are fighting very near to the edge of the cliff overlooking the mountainside, Trollz lets out a trollshriek and charges. Madai turns at the sound of the cry of the troll just in time to see the bulky animal diving full charge into him. Forcefully knocking into eachother they tumble over the side of the mountain. A shout by Madai, and trollcry from Trollz are heard for a moment slipping away, falling.
Sir Plutarch and Medea run over to the edge stunned. They look down with tears in their eyes, Medea begins crying profusely. Silent dark grey clouds below them ringing around the mountain's summit is all that they see.
(I know in the rp the civil war ended, but since its still 4e 202 we could have rp events of stormcloak remnants in Skyrim to add more to the rp. Stuff like ex-stormcloaks becoming an army of battle-hardened bandits or stormcloaks fleeing to other provinces to avoid being arrested for treason, and more. What do you all think?)
(Stormcloaks in different provinces? sounds like a good plot device, maybe you or..whoever controls skyrim can have them visit us sometime. I'm down for it.)
(I believe that all happened in 201, but im just it dragged on past that. Depending on how fast one did the quest.)
(That awkward moment where according to the timeline you've been meticulously following and keeping count of by simply tying it to real earth's time and it's Sun's Dawn in the RP universe, but since Sun's Dawn is the equivalent of earth February there is only 28 days and in real earth it is September 29th lol.)
(So apparently, the map that I wanted to be in doesnít have an editor. Iím not complaining, of course, but Iím definitely going to move once it does get an editor.)
The Empire of Tamriel: The Third Trollz Saga 5th First Seed, 4E 203
Winter's icy grip relents, the drip of the refreshing thaw of water echoes throughout the land. Some blue butterflies alight on some red mountain flowers and the first birds to return to Skyrim chirp their merry song. The idyllic scene is suddenly shattered as a Nord man runs through the flowers trampling them down and running on. A great trollcry is heard and a large frost troll goes bounding over the flowers tearing off after the Nord as the sun sinks near the horizon.
The Nordic man does a quick about-face and withdraws his axe, his long blonde hair whips wildly around his fierce face. Just in the nick of time the frost troll ducks as the surprise swing of the Nord goes just inches past his face, and still at a run the troll barrels past the Nord before wheeling around to face him. Man and beast stare eachother down for a long silent moment before colliding in combat. Fending off several blows of the frost troll, the Nord blocks with only his axe, before sending the beast back with a push. He tries to set up a swing at the troll, but cannot stagger it long enough, and a punch connects with the Nord's chest. Another thick thud echoes across the landscape as the troll delivers a blow to the face of the man.
Swooning for a moment the days past flash before the Nordic man's mind in a split second....
After falling from the summit of the Throat of the World, the great mountain of Skyrim, Trollz and Madai, both nearly dead, lay a few feet apart from eachother's unconscious bodies for the first day. After a full day Trollz, with his inherent ability to regenerate as a troll, was healed enough to regain consciousness and gingerly got to his feet. The pair had fallen over the southward slope and, after tumbling down much of the way, were at the foothills in the forested lands south of the Throat of the World.
Sensing that there was still some life in Madai the beast kept watch over his unconscious body the second day. Later in the day, still quite wounded, Madai regained consciousness, but his bones were broke in many places and he could not move. The man gave a great cry realizing he was alive and slumped over. Trollz walked over to his foe, who just looked back up at Trollz with utter disdain.
"So beast, you caught me, it seems I am the prey after all. Well get on with it!" Madai barks angrily looking up at Trollz expecting to be finished off.
"M-M-Medea's dad...Ö.f-f-friend?" Trollz bends down and sniffs Madai's wounds and whimpers.
"I ain't your friend! If you don't kill me, I will kill you!" Madai screams back at Trollz, startling the creature and making it jump.
Trolllz just scratched his head and then he got an idea of his own. Running off into the nearby forest Madai breathes a painful sigh thinking that Trollz has gone for good. He relaxes back and looks up at the dimming sky and smiles. Then the unexpected sound of stomping of the brush makes Madai lift himself up ever so slightly through his pain to see Trollz returning. Dismay plays across his face when sudden Trollz throws a dead rabbit into his lap intending it to be a meal. Pain shoots through Madai and he cries out as the carcass lands directly on his broken femur.
Happily eating a rabbit of his own, Trollz lollygags about as the day slid into night. Trollz is just settling down preparing to sleep when suddenly Madai starts laughing darkly. Looking up at the night sky and the moons Madai gives out a human howl, which at the end becomes guttural. His body shifts and reforms, his broken bones seal themselves and elongate and stretch until he assumes his werewolf form, which in the process of his transformation heals himself. Trollz looks up happy to see Madai healthy, but the werewolf with the blond mane let's out a ferocious growl and charges straight at Trollz.
Claw and trollpaw go swinging wildly back and forth at eachother as the two fight tumbling and roving across the landscape. Trollz breaks free from Madai, and realizing he is no match for his foe in werewolf form, Trollz begins dashing off westward. Madai pursues Trollz all night with the two occasionally catching up to eachother and clashing before Trollz takes off again.
When the day dawned on the third day Madai transformed back into his human form. He opens his eyes after becoming human again to see the big frost troll scowl of Trollz gazing down at him. Jumping to his feet Madai and Trollz brawl hand to hand for a bout. Realizing he is no match for the frost troll while he is in his human form, Madai begins bolting westward away. Trollz pursues Madai all day with the two occasionally catching up to eachother and clashing before Madai takes off again.
This chase repeats itself in the fourth day, with Madai becoming a werewolf at night and trying to kill Trollz off. When daybreak comes Trollz then chases after Madai, trying to subdue him. The next day and night passes to where presently the two are fighting in the shadow of the mountain.
Madai comes out of his punch-drunk swoon just in time to duck another punch directed at his face. He swings his axe, a bit off balance as he is still somewhat dazed, and clefts a small chunk out of Trollz arm. Trollz lets out a little trollshriek at the slashing pain and backs off.
"P-peace!" Trollz stammers
"Too late!" Madai snarls back at Trollz and points his axe up at the sky turning to night. "Tonight I will eat your flesh and drink your blood!"
Trollz notices the sky is getting late and turns and flees, figuring he'd get a head start tonight.
"The hunter or the hunted indeed...." Madai says softly to himself thinking about what Hircine had told him before continuing after Trollz at a brisk pace.
Trollz managed to put a little distance between him and Madai, but as the night solidly sets in he hears the maddening howl not far behind him. The chase continues into another day.....
The Empire of Tamriel: Chase Continues In Helgen 7th First Seed, 4E 203
Glancing over his shoulder at the sound of a trollshriek Madai catches a glimpse of Trollz running down a hilly slope towards him. Turning his face forward, the Nord runs up to the top of a hill he has been ascending. He turns back to see Trollz reaching the foot of the hill at him in all haste. Madai looks forward again, pausing for a moment, he sees the massive wooden wall of the settlement of Helgen below him. With a smirk Madai formulates a plan in his mind and sets off down the hill.
"Open the gates! Help me there is a troll attacking me! Kill him quickly!" Madai shouts as he reaches the wooden gates of Helgen.
"Come right in." A voice laughs from the top of the wall.
Creaking open the wood gates fling open to reveal three armed bandits with their weapons drawn laughing. Madai takes a few steps inside and the three bandits set upon him. Holding up his axe in time he blocks the blow of one bandit and begins exchanging blows with another. The blur of white fur enters his peripherals as Trollz barrels into the scene and tackles one of the bandits. Defending from an incoming strike, Madai reposes himself, and then lunges to the side taking a wide swing at the other bandit. Axe meets bone as Madai brutally chops through the man's thigh, cutting his leg off, and sending him to the ground screaming. Trollz having knocked his foe unconscious, stances himself to take on the remaining bandit.
"Enough!" Shouts a voice and the bandit chieftain emerges with a few of his goons at his side, an arrow goes flying just past Madai's face making him pause. "You fight well, you should join us."
"What have I to do with a bunch of brigands like you?" Madai sneers back at the bandit chieftain and his cronies and readies his axe.
"Do you really think you can fight us all? There are over fifty of us, all of us former Stormcloaks. We have taken up Helgen as our own." The bandit chieftain says coolly before laughing. "Today is the day of the first planting, we could use some workers to till the fields."
"Stormcloaks you say.... No, you are nothing but criminals you are no match for me, a true son of Skyrim! Farming is of no use to a hunter. Stand aside or I'll sow your fields with your bones boy!" Madai defiantly barks back in the face of the bandit chieftain.
"My what an attitude! I'll make you a deal I seldom offer to wayward adventurers. I notice your troll seems pretty strong and somewhat domesticated. How about we let you live and you give us the beast." The bandit chieftain proposes.
"Give me a horse and take him." Madai narrows his eyes at the bandit chieftain.
"By all means." The bandit leader smirks and stands aside motioning for Madai to come deeper into Helgen.
Leaping on the first horse he sees, Madai speeds off on his steed through Helgen. The large ruined city is now home to many bandits. Charging up to the opposite gate Madai cries out for them to open the gate. One of the bandits that had witnessed his agreement nods to the gate guards and they swing the doors open. Speeding out of the gates, Madai departs Helgen, heading westward.
As soon as Madai had went deeper into the city the bandits all rounded on Trollz eagerly. Confused as the brigands circle him, Trollz just stands their curiously as they approach. A few bandits are holding an iron yoke which they intend to put around Trollz. The bandit chieftain lights a torch to distract Trollz, but rather than keep his attention affixed, the sight of the fire triggers Trollz' inherent anxiety of fire.
Just as the bandits bearing the iron yoke leap forward to bind Trollz, the beast flips out with a trollshriek and runs into the bandit chieftain knocking him to the ground and extinguishing the torch as well. Getting to his feet quickly Trollz muscles past the bandits deeper into Helgen as the bandits recompose themselves. Giving a shout the bandit chieftain has his men pursue Trollz.
In the center of the city, many bandits look up curiously as Trollz barrels through the area. Many of the buildings are still dilapidated and burned from when Helgen was destroyed during the adventures of the dragonborn. A few of the bandits laugh at the sight of Trollz frantically running about as they go about their daily tasks, some eating, some making leatherworks, one working at a nearby forge. Angry commands from their leader change their laughter to resolve and they fetch their weapons and turn on Trollz.
Frantically scrambling about Trollz tries to reach the gate which the bandits had opened for Madai. Several bandits block his path, and all around forty some bandits close the circle around Trollz. On top of the wall the guards quickly shut the gate, blocking off Trollz escape. Weapons drawn, the bandits inch closer and closer, tightening the circle around Trollz, the iron yoke carried by two bandits from before come up behind Trollz.
Turning behind him Trollz sees the yoke bearers and perceives their mischief. Turning around again to face the gate he meets the eyes of the bandit chieftain. Turning to his right flank he sees several bandits readying their weapons. Turning to his left flank he sees the weakest bandit whom raises his leather shield at the glance.
Barreling into the weakest bandit, Trollz pushes him aside as the bandits all jump in unison at him. Dashing up a ramp Trollz gets himself up on the palisade wall. An archer discharges an arrow that strikes Trollz in the shoulder making him cry out. Trollz brushes the arrow out of his shoulder and lowering his head collides with the bandit archer and sends him over the wall. Trollz turns back to see the several bandits coming up the ramp to get him. Looking down over the walls Trollz sees the archer gingerly lifting himself up.
Trollz leaps over the massive wooden walls. He lands directly on top of the bandit archer, the crack of several bones being broken in the bandit gasps his last breath under Trollz' weight. Quite unhurt from the fall being broken by the unfortunate archer, Trollz begins bolting on all fours off westward continuing the chase after Madai. The bandit chieftain gives an angry shout to pursue. Helgen's gates are thrown open and the small army of bandits pours out chasing Trollz.
The Empire of Tamriel: End Of The Chase 9th First Seed, 4E 203
Startled out of his sleep Madai wakes up laying on the ground in the brightness of the sun to the trickling of melting water. Nearby him lays the skeletal remains of his horse, which, having no other food, he devoured the night before when he transformed into a werewolf before falling asleep exhausted from days on no sleep on the run. Madai lifts himself up alert at the sound of the cracking of the bones of the horse and sees a pack of wolves picking at the carcass.
It appears the wolves either do not notice him or simply do not care perceiving in him some wolf traits due to him being a werewolf. Madai relaxes and lays back down and watches the wolves and smiles a bit. As he picks out the alpha wolf suddenly several arrows fly in and kill the pack, save for one lone cubs that runs off. Madai jumps to his feet and readies his axe. Several more arrows fly at him, he deflects a number with his axe, but two still strike him in the meat of his arms. Madai charges forward toward the direction of the arrows shouting when suddenly several men dressed in town guard armor rush out upon him with weapons ready to meet him.
"Oi we just got us a wanted fugitive here men!" A guard speaks up.
"Aye I am certain he is Madai Thundermoon, looks just like the wanted posters that arrived in Falkreath just yesterday." The larger captain of the guard raises his shield and steps forward. "Okay you just surrender now and we won't have to hurt you."
"What business do you have with me? Get out of my way and I won't have to kill you." Madai barks back and readies his axe.
"Archers, ready!" The guard captain shouts and about six archers all with arrows drawn and aimed step out of their hiding spots. "He can't take us all."
"What am I wanted for?" Madai looks about like a wild animal caught in a trap.
"For murder of a high priestess of Kynareth, a Dunmer, and several Companions. Multiple counts of assault on other people. For daedric worship. For being a werewolf. And....." The guard captain looks over at the horse carcass, "horse thievery."
"I didn't murder any Companions, I am one myself!" Madai growls angrily. "And I am no horse thief, there is a massive squadron of bandits about to descend on this area, I merely borrowed one of their horses."
"I'll tell you what come with us peacefully and we'll drop the horse thievery charge, you can argue your case before the courts like all the other criminals." The guard captain laughs.
"Try my steel!" Madai cries and dashes forward swinging his axe at the guard captain.
The guard captain raises his iron shield in time to deflect the blow, but the strong slash is so furious it dents the shield and staggers the stunned captain. The archers unloose their arrows into Madai stopping his assault and wounding him sorely. Rushing to the aid of their boss the other guards armed with various melee weapons subdue Madai. Two guards drag the captured Madai back to Falkreath.
"I saw him go down the bend ere. Come on!" the bandit chieftain from Helgen shouts.
The hill is swarming with like forty bandits whom have been pursuing Trollz all day and night. Trollz runs on ahead, trying to stay ahead of the bandits, and to stay on Madai's trail. Sniffing out the scent of the horse he left on Trollz comes to the remains of the horse and the bodies of several wolves with arrows sticking out of them. Looking about at the confused scene Trollz hears the bandit chieftain's shout and looks up to see the mass of bandits coming down a hill towards him and scuttles away.
As the frontlines of the bandits reach the horse carcass where the frost troll was just standing suddenly arrows issue out of the brush on either side of the clearing dropping a few of the lesser bandits by surprise. At once the Falkreath guards rush out from one flanks and engage the bandit leader. From their cover the archer fire more volleys into the mass of bandits killing some and wounding others. The captain of the guard with a handful of men come up from the other flank slashing two bandits down as they join the fray.
A guard is slain in the midst of the fighting but the bandits are being chopped down left and right with only twenty of them remaining. Squaring up the two bosses decide to fight eachother one on one. Going toe to toe fairly for a few moments, the bandit chieftain begins to gain the upper edge keeping the guard captain constantly on the defensive behind his dented iron shield with blow after blow.
Seeing the guard captain was in a bind Trollz runs headlong into the fight and tackles the bandit leader, knocking his weapons out of his hands. Seeing the return of Trollz and the guards subduing their leader, the rest of the bandits turn and flee running back to Helgen. The guards keep their weapons raised suspiciously at Trollz. They are somewhat bewildered to see a frost troll this far south, and seemingly just helping them.
"F-friendz?" Trollz stammers and the guard captain actually drops his sword in surprise.
"My Talos, a troll that can speak!" The guard captain says.
"Aye, there was something about a frost troll in that wanted poster of that fellow we ran into earlier." Another guard speaks up.
"Hmm, and he was right about the bandits coming this far away from Helgen too." The guard captain purses his lips thinking seriously before turning to Trollz and talking in a light voice as if to a pet. "Friend. You be nice to us?"
"Y-yes. Nice to you! Trollz nice to you!" Trollz responds happily and approaches the captain and licks his face and runs around him merrily.
"Okay...Trollz is it? Trollz, you follow me." the guard captain instructs Trollz slowly to follow him and the guards and Trollz set off for Falkreath.
(Im more or less a fan of videogames and the like. I've always enamored myself with fantasy worlds. I usually just play Monster Hunter in my downtime)
(I come from regions which require a position on a map to role play, its kind of alien to me to not have to be in a regional map. I also like to use the land I'm given to flesh out my nation, stuff like geography, biomes, and political maps. Cant do that if I'm not on the map. I didn't know I could just "jump in" as you say, and if this goes on for too long, I mgiht end up having to. But until that time comes, I'm going to wait.)
(Arent we all? No shame in simplicity, my friend.)
Hi all! I'd like to start taking care of the map. I'll be using one by an artist called Lady Nerevar. I'd also like to set some basic rules.
1. Because there aren't a great deal of us and we all generally have a unique culture, I think you can take a fair bit of territory.
2. However, if that territory is contesting or bordered with another person, I might make it a gray area, like a disputed zone. Perhaps then you can fight a war over it, or have some sort of agreement.
3. There are some additional features on the map, such as political lines between the empire and the dominion. I'll keep those, because it is reflective of what's actually going on in the games, and it sets a sort of canon to stick to. Feel free to cross borders, however.
4. To avoid confusion, all nation's borders will be red. You can look at my state of Great Redoran as an example.
To claim a spot on the map, send me a telegram and maybe a picture with a circle of the general vicinity. Here is the imgur of the map. https://imgur.com/31dC3C2
I'll be keeping the map in a factbook, if you ever need to find it for reference.
The Emperor of Tamriel and The telvanni isles
That would be appreciated. Just a general outline of what you want your territory to look like.
Hi everyone! How much of the map can each nation have?
Corruta, Great redoran, Hjaalmarch0, and The telvanni isles