A Shipment To Be Made (Open RP)

The idea of this Rp is that All of Tamriel is about to break into war in 3 weeks and a shipment of goods is to be made from Daggerfall and back again. The shipment is going to be made consisting of objects from commoners clothes to jewels fit for a king. There is going to be a group who are in charge of protecting the caravan against another group who are apart of one of the largest group of bandits in Tamriel. So anyone up for a journey.

Cities to Stop In
Shornhelm
Wayrest
Forrun
Jehanna
Solitude
Windhelm
Whiterun
Riften
Falkreath
Elinhir
Skaven
Sentinel

Rules-No killing other characters beside your own. (There will be 30 NPC bandits and 15 NPC caravan guards.)
And don't go to fast

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Noric Alabane walked into the large tavern in the outskirts of Daggerfall and spoke loudly "A caravan of goods is going to leave tomorrow. We need a few more strong arms to help guard. If anyone is interested you will be payed 400 septims each. So anyone up for a journey."

(ten bandits will go way to fast for Sarin)

(Accidentally hit enter)

(July 24th 2013, 07:12 PM)Sarin strdr Wrote: (ten bandits will go way to fast for Sarin)

Make it 30 then

count me in

Sure, may as well.

Sarin looked up from his mead bottle "Hardly worth my blade but I may as well go along with them maybe I`ll meet some one who`ll pay me for something." He stood up towering over the patrons as one other tried to stand to the call Sarin out his hand on his shoulder and pushed to his seat "You won`t last a night with me out there, just stay and finish you drink." He looked to the Breton at the door "I`ll go with you on this journey." "Barkeep I would like my mead to go. All of it."

"Good now if anyone else cares to join we meet at the gate tomorrow. Oh and drinks are on me." Noric threw a sack of gold torwards the barkeep and then got a drink for himself.

"Would you like to be introduced to myself. If not i`m going to bed."

"My apologies. I'm Noric Alabane and who might you be."

"I am Sir Sarin Valcroft you may have heard of me, Though i rarely go by sir anymore I am more of a mercenary and hired killer now. I`m at your service for the time being." he bowed briefly

"Nice to meet Sarin. Might I ask why your no longer Sir Sarin."

"Long story but I've killed my share of nobles and have received a very cruel punishment."

Noric let out a small laugh and then spoke. "Same for me but no punishment yet."

Malcolm sat in the back playing his lute in an otherwise silent inn. He looked up at Noric before quieting his instrument, "I can give you whatever help you need, but first i need to know what this shipment is."