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There are a few issues that I would like to address before we focus our attention on roleplaying:
⇒ In the past, most threads avoided including the Dragonborn, to avoid conflict between members and avoid the main questline. The main storyline in TESV: Skyrim centers around the Dragonborn. Roleplays on this website, however, focus on multiple, diverse characters. The inclusion of the Dragonborn's presence is important in maintaining the Skyrim theme. To understand the evolution of involving such a character in a roleplay setting, I suggest reading The Nerevarine Returns at Fanfiction.net.
⇒ Sex, nudity and gore are facts of life, even in the province of Skyrim. I ask that sex scenes be faded out. We do not need to go into detail unless said details serve to significantly develop the roleplay. Members do not necessarily need to be 18+ y/o if they deem themselves mature enough to handle adult standards.
We are all co-creators of a drama, and this thread is one of our playing fields. I am trusting that no (more) rules need to be set in place. Thank you for your time and consideration.
IC
⇒ Mordas, 9:30am, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201
⇒ Bannered Mare inn, Whiterun
Lesli Wallace nodded at Hulda. "Could your assistant help me prepare enough for the trip? And I'll be staying here for at least a night, perhaps two." She opened the coinpurse at her belt and retrieved a handful of septims, the metal gleaming in the firelight at her back. "20 septims should cover that."
Hulda accepted the coins as Lesli closed the coinpurse. "You must have been here in Skyrim for a few days now. I can't place your accent. Are you from Cyrodiil, Breton?"
She hesitated, thinking of her brother. How diverse the races were in Cyrodiil and, it seems, also in Skyrim. "No, I moved there four years ago." Hulda nodded again. "What brought you to Skyrim, then? As far as I know it, Cyrodiil's much warmer."
And more civilized, Lesli dared not add. She was only curious, as befits the life of an innkeeper. She tried to give Hulda a small smile. "Perhaps too warm. Where are the rooms?" she asked. Hulda seemed unaffected by the change of topic. She pointed at a set of stairs leading to a second level. "Go up the stairs there. The first room to your left is vacant; that's yours." She looked at Lesli. "Hungry, thirsty, both?"
Lesli shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but no. I ate earlier this morning at Falkreath." Hulda wrinkled her nose but did not comment. Lesli did not much care what for. "Thanks for the hospitality. I'll see you and your assistant later today." She turned and headed towards the stairs. What to do in Whiterun? she wondered. Other than sit on my ass and listen to a "bard?" Is this what passes for music in Skyrim? Pitiful.
A set of chairs and a pillar were in her path. She made to walk around them.
There are a few issues that I would like to address before we focus our attention on roleplaying:
⇒ In the past, most threads avoided including the Dragonborn, to avoid conflict between members and avoid the main questline. The main storyline in TESV: Skyrim centers around the Dragonborn. Roleplays on this website, however, focus on multiple, diverse characters. The inclusion of the Dragonborn's presence is important in maintaining the Skyrim theme. To understand the evolution of involving such a character in a roleplay setting, I suggest reading The Nerevarine Returns at Fanfiction.net.
⇒ Sex, nudity and gore are facts of life, even in the province of Skyrim. I ask that sex scenes be faded out. We do not need to go into detail unless said details serve to significantly develop the roleplay. Members do not necessarily need to be 18+ y/o if they deem themselves mature enough to handle adult standards.
We are all co-creators of a drama, and this thread is one of our playing fields. I am trusting that no (more) rules need to be set in place. Thank you for your time and consideration.
IC
⇒ Mordas, 9:30am, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201
⇒ Bannered Mare inn, Whiterun
" -- Six days on the main road, miss, if you intend on walking. I know that some of you adventuring types run. In the wilderness too, or so I've been told." An amused expression. "So if you'll be traveling the main road for about a week, you'll be needing enough rations to survive. Berries don't grow on the side of the road in Skyrim."Lesli Wallace nodded at Hulda. "Could your assistant help me prepare enough for the trip? And I'll be staying here for at least a night, perhaps two." She opened the coinpurse at her belt and retrieved a handful of septims, the metal gleaming in the firelight at her back. "20 septims should cover that."
Hulda accepted the coins as Lesli closed the coinpurse. "You must have been here in Skyrim for a few days now. I can't place your accent. Are you from Cyrodiil, Breton?"
She hesitated, thinking of her brother. How diverse the races were in Cyrodiil and, it seems, also in Skyrim. "No, I moved there four years ago." Hulda nodded again. "What brought you to Skyrim, then? As far as I know it, Cyrodiil's much warmer."
And more civilized, Lesli dared not add. She was only curious, as befits the life of an innkeeper. She tried to give Hulda a small smile. "Perhaps too warm. Where are the rooms?" she asked. Hulda seemed unaffected by the change of topic. She pointed at a set of stairs leading to a second level. "Go up the stairs there. The first room to your left is vacant; that's yours." She looked at Lesli. "Hungry, thirsty, both?"
Lesli shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but no. I ate earlier this morning at Falkreath." Hulda wrinkled her nose but did not comment. Lesli did not much care what for. "Thanks for the hospitality. I'll see you and your assistant later today." She turned and headed towards the stairs. What to do in Whiterun? she wondered. Other than sit on my ass and listen to a "bard?" Is this what passes for music in Skyrim? Pitiful.
A set of chairs and a pillar were in her path. She made to walk around them.