Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-50.83.97.249-20131221124446

Welcome, my children. It is I! Moonshadow's Herald. (That's seriously what you may call me) The person who is far too lazy to make an actual account but likes doing things on this wiki anyways.

And we bring forth my first Adventure/RP type thing, you, the users, will be playing a character and a story that I have written out. It tailors around your decisions and it will go with the votes of the people. The one thing this story will teach you, is trust.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE HUGE BACKSTORIES, I RECOMMEND TO SKIP TO THE BOTTOM NOW.

--- You are a Nord woman, and your name is Radinela. However, unlike most of your Nord kind, you had never seen Skyrim for most of your life. You were, as far as your knowledge goes, abandoned at an orphanage in a small town in western Morrowind. Thus you were raised around Dark Elves. The orphanage proved nice enough, kind people, good matron. But you didn't know who you really were.

At one point a group of Altmer claiming to be from the Aldmeri Dominion came to the orphanage and demanded a Nord female, a child there, be given over to them. Frightened, but smart, you knew what you had to do. You grabbed your belongings and ran, ran as far as you could to the highest mountain peak you could get yourself up to. You never looked back. For years you survived there, living in seclusion, teaching yourself everything. It's amazing how a 7 year old could survive alone till they turned 13. However, after years of meditation and training you returned to the world below only to see that your orphanage was long since closed down. The fate of the people within remains unknown. You then realized;

You had no place to go, and no people to turn to. You turned to living in a small tree just outside town and begged around, but not many took pity upon you. Later you turned to your last option after becoming sick from hunger. Thievery. At first it was hard and almost got yourself caught many times, but after a while, you became a master at this and decided it was your calling. After reaching 17 and feeling Queenly in your little tree, you decided to use the money you had and go to Skyrim, from books, it sounded breathtaking. You were wrong. You went and popped out in Eastmarch. At that point,Windhelm was the closest place. Seemed like a fine little city, until you came upon the Grey Quarter, as they called it. You quickly learned the error of your ways as you figured out how the other races had to live, and that everyone was a complete bigot! It was decided that you would wander until you found where you belonged.

And that day came when you met two Breton cousins, Illirise and Nessa, and founded the Order of the Blood within The Pale. A giant Black Tower now loomed not too far from Dawnstar, and everyone knows to stay away from it, to fear that which resides within.

Or whom.

This order does whatever it wants to, no rules and no restrictions besides the fact that you simply had to respect other members. It is an order of blood with the Daedra, and they live to serve them, until they day their souls are claimed. The group supports thievery, murder, conspiracy against others, magic, anything.

But is this a good thing, or a bad thing? We shall find out.

(Yeah, a freakishly long backstory and whatnot but I LOVE MAKING BACKSTORIES. You don't have to read all of it. :P)

Well alright, posting starts as soon as I'm asked. So ask. You know you want to. 