Open The Arena: Gladiators of Tamriel

[solace84]

EDIT: This RP is now a complete story. This thread is only for viewing purposes because our group had escaped the Arena and are all free. Feel free to read it, or not...peace out it was fun!!



OOC: Alright alright, I'm not a big fan of going out of character (OOC) but I just want to set up some of the basics. This story revolves around Felian, the wood elf. Chapter 1:The Search; is everything that has happened thus far. Felian's bio is on the character cards thread page 15. Felian's story starts at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun on page 31 I believe, then it continues to Solitude's the Winking Skeever pg.2 where I've met a few companions for this quest already. After this post, I'll begin the story, or Chapter 2: The transport mission.

When we get to Chapter 3: The Arena I'll explain anything that might need explaining; such as how fights will go down, NPC's like the emperor and all that jazz...or maybe I won't and we'll just wing it, who knows. Anyway, I have 2 companions, an argonian and a Breton so far. One more guy said he wants in, that's fine just join up whenever you feel it fits. The NPC's I'll try to manage but feel free to manage them as well for I realize now that I made too many, haha oh well.

To anyone else that may want to join this thread: If you can find a way into the escort mission go ahead, just nothing cheesy. Though, I feel a small number of 3-4 is good for now. If you would like to be a slave that fights in the arena later on, follow our story and when we get there we're gonna need a lot of gladiators anyway. I don't want everyone trying to be a bad*ss though and killing everyone because then we'd just have to many bad*ss gladiators. I'll get more into that later. Oh, but if you wanna create more characters for the purpose of killing them off that would be welcomed. Anyway, I can't think of anything else right now so I'm gonna start.

 

[solace84]

CHAPTER 2: The Escort

Felian couldn't sleep very well the rest of the night. He was equipped and ready to go long before dawn. He waited outside of the gates of Solitude, where he told everyone to meet up. Soon enough, he witnessed the 4 prisoners being escorted out by a few guards. They were chained from arms to legs, creating a loud clanking noise throughout the air. Gorund stared deeply into Felian's eyes, but said nothing as the guards loaded the prisoners into a caged carriage. The 2 Breton prisoners looked harmless, and Felian wondered what his fellow Breton might think of them. He forgot to mention that part to him, maybe he won't notice?
Felian then noticed Hannibal the Grim, the so-called powerful and feared Dark Elf. He didn't seem much as well, Felian thought, but then again neither do I.
"You must be Felian," one of the guards said. "My name is Albecius and this here is Caccia. I'll be driving the slaves with him. We've provided horses for you and the others to accompany us to Cyrodil."
"Nice to meet you both," Felian said.
"Let's get one thing straight," started Caccia, "We appreciate the help in the matter, but don't go thinking you and your hirelings can just tell us what to do. We're in charge in all matters, got it wood elf?"
"That is fine."
"Where are your men?" asked Albecius. "We'll probably be headin' off soon. Sun is about to rise, too."
"They'll either be here...or they won't," said Felian. "No sense in waiting too long, being as they haven't been paid yet."
"Alright, we are almost set," said Caccia. "Gorund the Orc, Ernandre and Heniel of Breton blood, and the famous Hannibal the grim. You are sentenced to be relocated into Cyrodil for the Arena Games where you will undoubtedly die a horrible death. Your deaths will be of the people's amusement in the great city for all of your horrible crimes. Well, that's about it."
"When my men come for me," started Hannibal, "and they will come for me...I just want you to know that I will smile over your corpse."
"Hahaha," the guard let out a big laugh. "I hope they do, so that way I can kill 'em in front of their leader. Keep your mouth shut, slave!"
Felian readied up his horse. He looked over to the prisoners with a glance and noticed Gorund was starring at him with a large smile on his face. Felian went back to readying the horse.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

"What in Oblivion is all this racket? Half the city is watching! Who are these men, and where are they going?" A massive Redguard was watching the little show, holding his Orcish greatsword in one hand as if it were a toy.

 

[Christopher Aurea Shuzen]

( I want to join this but it would involve me making a new Charecter that isn't acctully new. Like it would spoil part of my own plot. So I'm tempted to go non-cannon with my charecter if that is alright. If you want I could make a new charecter card.)

 

[solace84]

"That is none of your concern...," started Caccia the guard, but then he turned toward the Redguard and saw his size...causing him to be silent.
"These men are highly wanted criminals," the other guard said. "Hannibal the grim is of them, murderer in all of the provinces."
Felian noticed the potential of having this Redguard as an ally and did not hesitate upon it.
"We are taking them south, into Cyrodil for the Arena games next month," Felian said. "My name is Felian Oakenshield, these here are Albercius and Caccia of Solitude. We fear that Hannibal's popularity amongst the lands might envoke his followers to attack us somewhere along the way, though it can not be certain. We could use a man of your size along side us, if it suits you. And there is pay involved once the transport is complete. What say you?"

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

The Redguard grunted. "Name's Belwas. How much pay? My services are for hire, but come expensive. There's quite a lot of me, you see."

 

[solace84]

Felian laughed. He liked this guy a lot more than these two idiot guards. "I was told 2,000 gold for each of my men. Once the job is complete, that is."

(OOC to Chris: Hey man do what you want. I'm pretty chill i just wanna have a fun story. I already know you as I've been reading a ton of other RP's (half cat/imperial) guy, right? If you can't bring your character here maybe you can later on in the story? Or, if you want to create a new one maybe you can be friends with Belwas or something. Up to you, just try to ease in with the story like Belwas did. But yea, if you do create a new one post it as I like to picture all the characters in my head.)

 

[Christopher Aurea Shuzen]

"Pay you say...? " A knight of Platinum was walking along the roads. The knight was clearly a male due to it lacking breast. The knight stood at approxomatly 6'3, but it was clear it was not his true height considering his boots elavated him quite a bit. The helmet too was large. However his eyes did not meet very close to the top at all. It was just a large helmet. His shoulder armor was large bulkey and broad. His sword looked very unusual despite it being sheethed. His lower torso and waist indented in. It was clear this armor was created to concile. Khjiit like ears stook out of the helmet but were armored. The voice seemed masked as well. But it had a different accent than most Khjiit's. "Consider my survices to the city at your survice... You may call me The Platinume Knight." His eyes were also emerald, but were hard to see unless a lot of focus was given. The cape he wore was long and a shapphire shade.

 

[Christopher Aurea Shuzen]

Felian laughed. He liked this guy a lot more than these two idiot guards. "I was told 2,000 gold for each of my men. Once the job is complete, that is."

(OOC to Chris: Hey man do what you want. I'm pretty chill i just wanna have a fun story. I already know you as I've been reading a ton of other RP's (half cat/imperial) guy, right? If you can't bring your character here maybe you can later on in the story? Or, if you want to create a new one maybe you can be friends with Belwas or something. Up to you, just try to ease in with the story like Belwas did. But yea, if you do create a new one post it as I like to picture all the characters in my head.)

OOC: That knight is him. Spoiler. XDD. I'll need to make his sheet later. This would be my third one for him. If you played Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn. Think of a really toned Down Black Knight. His armor is simmaler- Just Platinume.

 

[Shawhaw]

OOC: Sorry guys meant to post sooner b ut I passed out last night XD

Quinn kissed his mother goodbye and shook the firm hand of his father. He had left them every coin he had saved up in their travels so they might be able to rent a room for a few weeks, if the innkeepers were generous. He strapped himself up in his tight fitting leather armor and put on his hood to mask his face. He preferred a surprise encounter to those willing to fight him. He grinned as he set out towards the large carriage that was already growing faster by the second.

He stood beside Felian, although they had little chance to talk last night he knew the Bosmer's name at least. He appeared an honest sort if somewhat quiet and reserved. He looked over the prisoners and saw the two non Humans and simply shrugged, they looked like they belong here. Then he saw the two Bretons and just shook his head. He had no sympathy for criminals and cut throats, but it still burned to see two of his kinsman in chains. He would keep a closer eye on those two.

Quinn slapped a hand down on Felian's shoulder, "Long time no see my friend eh? Well from what I hear you are paying a modest amount of gold... And to the arena too you say..."

Quinn had never thought about making gold in the Arena when he was a child because of the wars going on, but a flicker in his blue eyes was noticeable at the thought of all the gold waiting to be made so that he could buy his family a home.

He looked to the others standing there, a large Redguard who gave even Quinn a run for his money in hieght and a rather intriguing looking man who wore armor and fancied himself a knight. An honest man, he liked honest men but he never cared much for clunking around in armor for Quinn had boiled men alive in those walking death traps. He simply smiled at the two and bowed politely with his hands at his side.

"I am Quinn Haven, son to Kalo Haven and daughter to Tara Haven. I do not fancy myself a mercenary but these are desperate times. If you don't mind I'd like to take to take point up front, I have sharp eyes and strong spells."

With that he flickered flames in the palm of his hands and sent a shot up into the sky that exploded as Quinn snapped his fingers, embers harmlessly falling from the sky.

"I look forward to working with you all" He spoke softly and walked to the front as he began to stroke the mane of a horse that looked like the one who brought him all the way to Skyrim in the first place.

 

[Christopher Aurea Shuzen]

OOC: You know the scientific property of Platinume is extreamly flame resistant right? So I don't see me getting boiled.

The Knight said nothing but merely looked. He did not care much for small talk with strangers. Though he knew Belwas, he rather not give his identity way just yet. Dispite apperances he was also the youngest of the group. He simply wanted to go on a adventure away from his guild and constant companion.

"Hmmm... So this would be my first time back in the capital in 14 years..." He spoke, of course his voice sounded deeper due to his helmet, but this was benificial on his behalf.

He made eyecotact with Quinn directly. He saw Quinn as cocky and arrogant. " Do not under estamate me. Your not the only one skilled with arcane arts. Just don't make me - How to say... Put your flames out..." He was quite serious.

He was skilled with Arcane arts as his other identity, knowing Water, frost and lightning. He was also a medic as well as a group Tactician to others. He wasn't cock for the most part- He was being cautious.

 

[solace84]

While Felian was speaking to Belwas, an unusual character came up to join them. The character butted into the conversation, saying "Pay you say...? Consider my services to the city at your service... You may call me The Platinum Knight." Felian didn't know what to say, he was a bit baffled as to how this guy looked. His armor was too big and he seemed to have khajii (sp?) in his blood. The guards tried to hold it in, but they started laughing out of nowhere.
"This guy must be drunk," Caccia said. They showed no respect to the Platinum Knight. Felian gave them a mean look. "Do not listen to them," Felian said to the knight. "I'll allow you to join if you are serious, just know that it could mean your life. Felian was unsure of letting the knight join himself, yet he did anyway.
Quinn slapped a hand down on Felian's shoulder, "Long time no see my friend eh? Well from what I hear you are paying a modest amount of gold... And to the arena too you say..."
"I'm glad you could make it." Felian smiled. The group was actually enough now to perhaps get the job done without any problems. This reassured Felian.
"I am Quinn Haven, son to Kalo Haven and daughter to Tara Haven. I do not fancy myself a mercenary but these are desperate times. If you don't mind I'd like to take to take point up front, I have sharp eyes and strong spells."
"By all means, go ahead."

 

[solace84]

OOC: we have one more guy, an argonian. We'll wait for him to go. To the platinum knight: It was pretty funny how you just straight up joined lol without giving a crap what anyone was going to say. It was hilarious to me, just watch out for those because it seemed odd for someone to just say 'I'm going' without being invited. But I got your back in my last post so it all seems smoother now. lol

 

[Christopher Aurea Shuzen]

Under his helmet he laughed at the cocky gaurds. He knew he could kill them if it came down to it, yet he spoke nothing to them.

" It seems your in a weak company of gaurds. I'm sure Belwas, and your friend have more gull then these men. If anything we are protecting the gaurds. I will say this though - Names are pointless without proof of birthright." This was true. He should have been prince if not for the assassination of his parents.

"That is why my name means very little here." His voice seemed to decline in valume.

OOC: Yes he's was supossed to be Prince. His dad was imperial and belonged to a different line of the empire. Also " (Sp?) " what's that?

 

[Christopher Aurea Shuzen]

OOC: we have one more guy, an argonian. We'll wait for him to go. To the platinum knight: It was pretty funny how you just straight up joined lol without giving a crap what anyone was going to say. It was hilarious to me, just watch out for those because it seemed odd for someone to just say 'I'm going' without being invited. But I got your back in my last post so it all seems smoother now. lol

OOC: Chris never cares what anyone thinks of him. Secondly he hasn't seen the capital since he was 2 XD. I think seeing his home land is far over do. Woulden't you agree?

 

[Shawhaw]

OOC: No I did not know that haha, but I am just playing the character. And honestly Solace I couldn't help but laugh myself as well. This should be a very interesting group. Wood Elf, Half-Blood Imp/Khajit, a Red Guard, an Argonian, and a Breton. If i overstep any boundaries let me know I will edit/tone it down

"Do not under estimate me. Your not the only one skilled with arcane arts. Just don't make me - How to say... Put your flames out..." The Half-Blood would probably be sneering at Quinn if not for his helmet. He simply shrugged and gave a short laugh.

"It would appear we have a real serious character amongst us." He said as walked to the front, "Perhaps you could put my flames out my friend, but I'll warm that icy heart of yours yet!"

He grinned at the group. Quinn wasn't the serious type and always tried to make a joke where he could. He had seen his parents saddened and depressed expressions all his his life and always tried to either make them smile with pride or laughter. Quinn knew he would have to save his best for last.

"It seems your in a weak company of guards. I'm sure Belwas, and your friend have more gull then these men. If anything we are protecting the guards. I will say this though - Names are pointless without proof of birthright."

The last comment irritated him, "Names are never pointless my friend. And proof of birthright? I am standing before you now am I not? What more proof would you need? And we are getting paid to escort am I right? Before you talk to us like you fancy yourself some King or Royalty I suggest you remember this: To me you are just another man trying to live his life like the rest of us."

And with that Quinn turned around and pulled his hood over his head slowly going back to petting the horses. He began muttering to himself and talking to the horse as well, a few profanities could be heard. Quinn was headstrong and perhaps too honest for his own good.

 

[solace84]

(OOC: (sp?) means I don't know if I'm spelling it right or not. Oh I see, I get your character a bit more. He seemed like a funny drunk at first lol)

Felian pulled out a map. "We take the road through Dragon's bridge. That road should take us all the way into Cyrodil. There's a camp of Imperials we have to meet up with south east of Falkreath. If we keep riding and take few breaks we should reach the camp around this time tomorrow, and hopefully we don't have trouble on the way."
"Hey!" said Caccia. "What did we tell you about thinking you're in charge of all of us, huh? Myself and Albecius here are the ones calling the shots. All of you hirelings get that through your heads!"
"Fine," said Felian. "What should we do then?"
The guards both thought for a moment. "...well, yeah I guess that's what we can do," Caccia said. "Not because you said it though, we already were gonna do that."
"Platinum, you should watch the rear with Belwas," Felian said. "Quinn can take the lead and I'll ride alongside the prisoner carriage. If that Argonian ever shows up he can trot along the other side. If not, I think we'll be okay with this arrangement."
"Oh I can't wait," Gorund spoke. "We have a long way to chat my elf friend."
"Don't make me gag you orc."

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

Belwas moved to the rear, scowling at the Dark Elf prisoner. Belwas had heard of that man's deeds.

 

[Christopher Aurea Shuzen]

OOC: No I did not know that haha, but I am just playing the character. And honestly Solace I couldn't help but laugh myself as well. This should be a very interesting group. Wood Elf, Half-Blood Imp/Khajit, a Red Guard, an Argonian, and a Breton. If i overstep any boundaries let me know I will edit/tone it down

"Do not under estimate me. Your not the only one skilled with arcane arts. Just don't make me - How to say... Put your flames out..." The Half-Blood would probably be sneering at Quinn if not for his helmet. He simply shrugged and gave a short laugh.

"It would appear we have a real serious character amongst us." He said as walked to the front, "Perhaps you could put my flames out my friend, but I'll warm that icy heart of yours yet!"

He grinned at the group. Quinn wasn't the serious type and always tried to make a joke where he could. He had seen his parents saddened and depressed expressions all his his life and always tried to either make them smile with pride or laughter. Quinn knew he would have to save his best for last.

"It seems your in a weak company of guards. I'm sure Belwas, and your friend have more gull then these men. If anything we are protecting the guards. I will say this though - Names are pointless without proof of birthright."

The last comment irritated him, "Names are never pointless my friend. And proof of birthright? I am standing before you now am I not? What more proof would you need? And we are getting paid to escort am I right? Before you talk to us like you fancy yourself some King or Royalty I suggest you remember this: To me you are just another man trying to live his life like the rest of us."

And with that Quinn turned around and pulled his hood over his head slowly going back to petting the horses. He began muttering to himself and talking to the horse as well, a few profanities could be heard. Quinn was headstrong and perhaps too honest for his own good.

The knight begun to laugh. "You know nothing in which I speak. Thus I have no reason to speak to you. Just imagine having your memories sealed by high magic at a young age to find your own friends gave you special treatment - And I don't mean the kind you want. To think they wouldn't play dumb. To think thy'd respond to you without hesitation. It's utterly discusting... " Chris was on a touchy subject. For his name ment nothing to the empire without his stone. Which he left at Winterhold collage for personal reasons.

"You know- That whole name thing was a refference to me Quinn - My identity matters not." His heart Sank due to the reality of it.

He went behind the caravan just as sujested.

OOC: I hate being restricted to a ps3. It maked it impossible to spell at times.

 

[Shawhaw]

Quinn just shook his head, he would give the Half-Blood no pity. He knew it was foolish to argue tragedies between two people because there was no scale. Surely to a person 1 death is a tragedy but to another 1000 deaths may mean nothing. Quinn escaped with is family, but not before baring witness to Thalmor soldiers cutting through his neighbors with Ethereal blades and freezing them where they stand with ice magic. He remembered his love interest being frozen at the feet, stabbed through the chest, and as if they were not cruel enough, froze her entire body. They then began to smash each limb with a hammer. She suffered immensely.

Quinn snapped back into reality before shaking off the terrible memories and stretched out his hands towards the ground and a black orb appeared before them all, then suddenly a small portal opened up and a twin set of small fox hounds appeared. They tackled one another and were playing but stood up on all fours once they saw Quinn's face. They tilted their heads at him.

He put his hands on they physical yet ethereal bodies and petted them, "Go on either side of the road and watch for anyone ok?" The twin foxes instantly went off into the underbrush about 50 paces ahead of them.