Malanima'ar the Stygian
Resplendent Daedra Conjurer
In-game context thread HERE
Two years have passed after the beginning of the fifth era and, with it, the might and soul of the Nords of Skyrim. Not long ago, the civil war had been won by The Empire and the usurper Ulfric Stormcloak killed in open battle in the city of Windhelm. For a few years there was peace, but shortly after came the small pockets of rebellion. They had started as nothing more than the odd attack on Imperial patrols and camps, but gradually they became more aggressive and more frequent. The attackers had always been dressed in Stormcloak attire and so, it was said that the rebellion never died.
That was until the Aldmeri dominion began settling in: like a smothering respiratory disease from stoking fires for too long. This happened after an order had been passed by the Thalmor to 'assist' the Empire in snuffing out these attacks due to its 'ineptness to cope with the circumstances alone', but for some reason, the attacks never lulled nor stopped fully, until those of the mark of the Eagle chose to settle most of their forces in the cold province.
It had happened gradually: spanned over a few years - hold guards were reinforced and Thalmor headquarters were erected in every hold, but soon the number of hold guards became sparse and Thalmor justiciars became the more common sight to see in all of the major cities.
Then it happened - The Night of Mist...
Seemingly, in one night, Imperial Jarls and iconic families disappeared: both Stormcloak and Empire sympathizers at once - gone, as if they had never been. Even the proud General Tulius was never seen again. It was as if the Empire had been taken off the map entirely in Skyrim. Nothing was said, for, in that same instant, it was quickly learned that anyone that spoke out of turn or questioned the event soon went missing too.
So began the fifth era - with thunderous booms of a covert Aldmeri takeover; the likes of which had never been seen since The Great War.
Our story begins in the city of Whiterun, under hushed tones and clandestine nooks in the city less-patrolled by Justiciars. The whispers of a movement against the Aldmeri Dominion occupation hang briefly on the tongues of some newcomers to the hold.
--- Rules---
1.) No more than 4 additional players (totaling 5, including myself) - please include the slot which your character takes once you post your character card (see below)
2.) No godmodding, Dragonborn or use of daedric weapons or artifacts (if you are unsure about a particular item that your character uses, you can post here in this OOC thread)
3.) Insults, cursing and general uncouthness is to be kept strictly in-game and to character - any hate speech directed towards other players will not be tolerated
4.) This story is 18+ (expect gore, sex, violence and adult themes)
5.) No puppeteering - please do not dictate other player's character's movements unless agreed upon with said player beforehand
6.) Make use of a unique font colour - I will use one that the rest of you don't make use of
7.) Tell us your story through action - don't tell us how your character is feeling: show us!
8.) Finally, take the time to develop your character and their actions
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I look forward to meeting you and your character, as well as going on this interesting and awesome adventure!
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