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Name: Dread Captain Frederick Landyt

Race: Nord (Namira’s Chosen)

Gender: Male

Age: 67 (Ageing has stopped)

Appearance:

Class: Pirate

Armor: See Appearance

Weapon(s): See Appearance

Faction: The Fallen

Role in Faction: Captain

Backstory: Little is known about Landyt’s past, though it was known that he was feared by sailors across the Sea of Ghosts, due to his reputation and the many tales of his exploits and crimes out at sea.

He came back to his homeland of Skyrim, during the Fallen’s occupation of Falkreath, he had heard of a powerful weapon, which was almost demonic in its nature. The Nord quickly travelled across the land but found that the conflict had long since been resolved by the time that he got there.

Landyt cursed his luck and marched back to Dawnstar and heading back out to sea, disheartened and disappointed by the fact that he never got to wield the Sword of Pestilence.

After the second Oblivion Crisis ended, Landyt continued his daily ritual of finding unfortunate sailors to attack and invade for decades to come. Despite the fact that it happened nearly twenty years ago, Landyt found himself stewing over it and growing slightly obsessed. He tried everything, every ghost story and legend about the Sword of Pestilence, stories of it cropping up in High Rock, Hammerfell and eventually Morrowind.

After trying the previously former two places, he began his voyage to Morrowind, where a man named Xervish, a ‘friend’ of Set Oakvale, the man believed to be the Blighted Knight resided. Whilst sailing across the sea of ghosts, Namira blessed him with her presence, finding his obsession with the Sword of Pestilence somewhat interesting.

She offered him an offer, to make him her ‘Chosen One,’ an undead being, who never ages, doesn’t feel pain, doesn’t age and doesn’t die. This was beyond perfect for Landyt, who took the offer, without question and received his coveted Sword of Pestilence.

From that day onwards the Sea of Ghost’s name had never been more fitting; a thick fog engulfed it and slowly crept its way through Skyrim, turning anyone who stood in its way into the Fallen. Within the space of a year, the entirety of Skyrim had been engulfed in the intense fog and those who stayed behind became the Fallen, corrupted beings, who served as Landyt’s eyes and ears across the wasteland of Skyrim.

Landyt eventually decided to branch out and sent an invading force into Solthstiem, his army of ghosts gutted the place and within a matter of hours, Solthstiem was under his control. The Pirate Lord was more than pleased with his victory at Solthstiem but it was short lived as a fleet of ships soon broke through his mist, coming from Morrowind and he soon found himself facing an invasion force, which was as big as the one that he had used to conquer Solthstiem.

Due to the sudden nature of the attack, Landyt soon had to pull off the beach and fall back toward the center of the island. The counter strike was lead by a man named Tiberionus, a man who had fought the previous wielder of the Sword of Pestilence, almost twenty years prior. The two met and clashed swords on the battle field and fought aggressively for their territory. However, the chaos of the battle field made a one on one fight impossible and they both got separated by the crowd.

Tiberionus and Landyt were eventually pushed back to their own territories, Landyt kept hold of the snowy north of Solthstiem, which resembled Skyrim, where as Tib kept hold of the ash covered south, which resembled Morrowind. Tensions have been raising with each passing day and many fear that an all out war will break out, if one side does so much as make one step wrong.

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Name: Mona Oakvale

Race: Bosmer-Imperial half-breed. (Considered Imperial)

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance: TBA

Class: Spellsword

Armor: Clothing.

Weapon(s): None (currently)

Faction: None

Role in Faction: N/A

Backstory: Mona is the daughter of Jaryl and Isis Oakvale, she she grew up with her twin brother on the outskirts of Skingrad for many years, without a care in the world. Though it wasn't the case that Mona didn't appreciate what she had, she just found it incredibly dull, she was always curious about her mother and father's adventures as a child and would spend hours pestering them for their stories, during their time taking down Telemachus Dion.

Around the time of her twentieth birthday, Mona slipped out of her bedroom and fled her home, mostly for the excitement of leaving her mundane life behind her and living a poetic life on the road.

She hasn't been seen since...

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Name: Niall

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Appearance:

Class: Mage

Armour: Apprentice robes, which enhance destruction spells.

Weapon(s): Gnarled wooden staff.

Faction: None

Role in Faction: N/A

Backstory: Niall grew up with a heavily magic oriented family, as a result of this, he joined the High Rock Mage's Guild as he reached his late teens. He enjoyed his time there, finding that the people there were supportive of him and his needs, though Niall is a capable mage, he is somewhat socially awkward among other things. The Mage's Guild helped him grow in his magical and personal strength, after four years of study, he finds himself a lot more confident and travelling is less of a nightmarish idea than it used to be.

The Dunmer eventually saved up enough grant money to organise a trip, down south as he hoped to explore the southern provinces...