The Elder Scrolls: A Prophecy Fulfilled [OOC] [OPEN]

[New Finnish Republic]

I assume playing a Dark Elf Mercinary Out of Solstheim would be alight?

That would be fine, yes.

Also, if nobody is planning on posting any time soon, I'll be more or less ending this fight here and moving us on.

[Granis]

I assume playing a Dark Elf Mercinary Out of Solstheim would be alight?

That would be fine, yes.

Also, if nobody is planning on posting any time soon, I'll be more or less ending this fight here and moving us on.

I too think that you should move on, with maybe a small timeskip warping you to Winterhold maybe?

Wink wink.

[Tribe of Rinos]

I assume playing a Dark Elf Mercinary Out of Solstheim would be alight?

That would be fine, yes.

Also, if nobody is planning on posting any time soon, I'll be more or less ending this fight here and moving us on.

Sorry, I’ve been busy with stuff

[Tribe of Rinos]

Is it fine if my dark elf worships Talos, because he was born and raised in Skyrim?

Also, post up

[Ameriganastan]

Sings-While-Walking
Race: Argonian
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Scales a deep rust-red. Horns medium sized and curved like that of a ram, with several jingling trinkets tied to them. Stands a respectable 5'11.
Organization(s) involved with: Bards College. Though his membership is tenuous at best, and he rarely visits.
Class: Bard
Equipment: 2 steel daggers. Lute and small harp. Clothes are a garish assortment of blues, pinks and greens.
Skills: Playing his instruments and singing. Also has a silver tongue, known for talking his way out of almost any situation. Has minor practice in illusion magic. Though mostly to make his performances really pop.
Weaknesses: Not a great fighter...like, at all. He prefers to cast his illusions and let the big people do the work. Has zero sense of direction. Has been trying to return to the Black Marsh for three years, but he keeps winding up in the opposite direction he started in.
Bio: An Argonian who literally emerged from the egg singing. The individual known in common tongue as "Sings While Walking" was always a bit of an odd duck among his ilk. Argonians themselves aren't exactly known to be the musical type. But the little lizard felt the love of song in his belly. His clan tried teaching him some basic knife craft and illusion magic to distract him from his frankly incessant singing, but to no avail. So, when he came of age, he was "Encouraged to explore the lands outside the Marsh". Or in layman's terms, he was kicked out of the house as soon as he was of legal age so they wouldn't be tempted to throttle him anymore. Since then, he's been traversing Tamriel and exploring all the wonderful music he can find. Unfortunately, the Thalmor soldiers he decided to sing a little ditty to (A song he learned from a drunk in Skyrim called "The Thalmor Can Lick My Boots and Smile") found him less than amusing. Hence his current situation.
RP Sample: Yo, yo and yo.

Personality: Spacey and odd. Tends to stare off into space and hum to himself when not in conversation.
Likes: Singing (Obviously), travelling, entertaining people, and cabbage soup. He'll bean someone with his lute if they get between him and a bowl of cabbage soup.
Dislikes: Mean people, Elves, people who dislike music, Elves, people mocking his singing, Elves, apples and Elves.

[New Finnish Republic]

Sings-While-Walking
Race: Argonian
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Scales a deep rust-red. Horns medium sized and curved like that of a ram, with several jingling trinkets tied to them. Stands a respectable 5'11.
Organization(s) involved with: Bards College. Though his membership is tenuous at best, and he rarely visits.
Class: Bard
Equipment: 2 steel daggers. Lute and small harp. Clothes are a garish assortment of blues, pinks and greens.
Skills: Playing his instruments and singing. Also has a silver tongue, known for talking his way out of almost any situation. Has minor practice in illusion magic. Though mostly to make his performances really pop.
Weaknesses: Not a great fighter...like, at all. He prefers to cast his illusions and let the big people do the work. Has zero sense of direction. Has been trying to return to the Black Marsh for three years, but he keeps winding up in the opposite direction he started in.
Bio: An Argonian who literally emerged from the egg singing. The individual known in common tongue as "Sings While Walking" was always a bit of an odd duck among his ilk. Argonians themselves aren't exactly known to be the musical type. But the little lizard felt the love of song in his belly. His clan tried teaching him some basic knife craft and illusion magic to distract him from his frankly incessant singing, but to no avail. So, when he came of age, he was "Encouraged to explore the lands outside the Marsh". Or in layman's terms, he was kicked out of the house as soon as he was of legal age so they wouldn't be tempted to throttle him anymore. Since then, he's been traversing Tamriel and exploring all the wonderful music he can find. Unfortunately, the Thalmor soldiers he decided to sing a little ditty to (A song he learned from a drunk in Skyrim called "The Thalmor Can Lick My Boots and Smile") found him less than amusing. Hence his current situation.
RP Sample: Yo, yo and yo.

Personality: Spacey and odd. Tends to stare off into space and hum to himself when not in conversation.
Likes: Singing (Obviously), travelling, entertaining people, and cabbage soup. He'll bean someone with his lute if they get between him and a bowl of cabbage soup.
Dislikes: Mean people, Elves, people who dislike music, Elves, people mocking his singing, Elves, apples and Elves.

Accepted!

Is it fine if my dark elf worships Talos, because he was born and raised in Skyrim?

Also, post up

Good question. As a Dark Elf, I don't think necessarily there'd be an issue, although I'd have to say it'd definitely be considered heresy by most of your Mer brethren.

[Tribe of Rinos]

Sings-While-Walking
Race: Argonian
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Scales a deep rust-red. Horns medium sized and curved like that of a ram, with several jingling trinkets tied to them. Stands a respectable 5'11.
Organization(s) involved with: Bards College. Though his membership is tenuous at best, and he rarely visits.
Class: Bard
Equipment: 2 steel daggers. Lute and small harp. Clothes are a garish assortment of blues, pinks and greens.
Skills: Playing his instruments and singing. Also has a silver tongue, known for talking his way out of almost any situation. Has minor practice in illusion magic. Though mostly to make his performances really pop.
Weaknesses: Not a great fighter...like, at all. He prefers to cast his illusions and let the big people do the work. Has zero sense of direction. Has been trying to return to the Black Marsh for three years, but he keeps winding up in the opposite direction he started in.
Bio: An Argonian who literally emerged from the egg singing. The individual known in common tongue as "Sings While Walking" was always a bit of an odd duck among his ilk. Argonians themselves aren't exactly known to be the musical type. But the little lizard felt the love of song in his belly. His clan tried teaching him some basic knife craft and illusion magic to distract him from his frankly incessant singing, but to no avail. So, when he came of age, he was "Encouraged to explore the lands outside the Marsh". Or in layman's terms, he was kicked out of the house as soon as he was of legal age so they wouldn't be tempted to throttle him anymore. Since then, he's been traversing Tamriel and exploring all the wonderful music he can find. Unfortunately, the Thalmor soldiers he decided to sing a little ditty to (A song he learned from a drunk in Skyrim called "The Thalmor Can Lick My Boots and Smile") found him less than amusing. Hence his current situation.
RP Sample: Yo, yo and yo.

Personality: Spacey and odd. Tends to stare off into space and hum to himself when not in conversation.
Likes: Singing (Obviously), travelling, entertaining people, and cabbage soup. He'll bean someone with his lute if they get between him and a bowl of cabbage soup.
Dislikes: Mean people, Elves, people who dislike music, Elves, people mocking his singing, Elves, apples and Elves.

Accepted!

Is it fine if my dark elf worships Talos, because he was born and raised in Skyrim?

Also, post up

Good question. As a Dark Elf, I don't think necessarily there'd be an issue, although I'd have to say it'd definitely be considered heresy by most of your Mer brethren.

Meh. I hate Altmer anyway. They made the Thalmor and made the Empire stop worshipping a deity.

[Ameriganastan]

So, where should I jump in?

[Tribe of Rinos]

So, where should I jump in?

I’m guessing somewhere it won’t seem overly forced. Since you’re a bard, I’d say a tavern, but don’t quote me on it

[Tribe of Rinos]

I’ll post after someone else near my character does

[Tribe of Rinos]

Is this dead?

[Rudaslavia]

Reboooot.

[New Finnish Republic]

Reboooot.

*Nervous Chuckling*

[Rudaslavia]

I never finished my woodland-dwelling, culturally unassimilated Ayleid app. And I don't want that beloved character to go to waste!