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Daggerfall Covenant (Redguard)
Race: Orc
Name: Borzul Gra-Shug
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Weapon: Warhammer (Of course), wields heavy armor
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Hi all,

New to the DC mainly because of a change of heart.I was originally going to go with a sneak archer Bosmer, but my heart truly lies in an old, grizzled Orc master smith and tank.

I am beginning to delve into the mechanics of the game a bit more and it looks like I certainly made the right choice. I, however, am having difficulties deciding between going full on two handed berserker/barbarian or suiting up with a weapon (axe or mace) and shield. I want to be as supportive and tank-like (shield will help) as possible and a full on smith to benefit my guild, but I also lean towards being the juggernaut who deals the most damage. If anyone can convince me of either one, let me hear it!

Glad to finally be where I should be and hope to see you on the front lines next to me.
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(June 7th 2013, 03:06 PM)Henson Wrote: Hi all,

New to the DC mainly because of a change of heart.I was originally going to go with a sneak archer Bosmer, but my heart truly lies in an old, grizzled Orc master smith and tank.

I am beginning to delve into the mechanics of the game a bit more and it looks like I certainly made the right choice. I, however, am having difficulties deciding between going full on two handed berserker/barbarian or suiting up with a weapon (axe or mace) and shield. I want to be as supportive and tank-like (shield will help) as possible and a full on smith to benefit my guild, but I also lean towards being the juggernaut who deals the most damage. If anyone can convince me of either one, let me hear it!

Glad to finally be where I should be and hope to see you on the front lines next to me.

Ill be behind enemy lines, hopefully.


May the Shadows guide you unto the light...

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In the years before his birth, Theodyne Robillard's family was of noble descent in the lands of High Rock. His father and grandfather before him both being honorable and revered Knights of Daggerfall. But before his birthing, during the Battle of Durcorach, both his father and grandfather were branded as traitors by King Emeric for failing to obey an order and strike down surrendered enemy soldiers. It was for this that they and their families were forced to flee the lands of High Rock.

After leaving the lands of High Rock, Theodyne's family sought shelter and refuge in the harsh desert lands of Hammerfell, living quiet, reclused lives. And on the night he was born, Theodyne's father knew his son was born to be a warrior and would be bound for greatness, for on the night he was birthed, a blood moon shown brightly in the night skies without a star in sight.

Against his mother's wishes, his father and grandfather began training him at an early age, and not only did his training take quickly, but what's more, he seemed to enjoy it, almost as if it were a game to him. His grandfather trained him with bow and arrow, and by the age of eleven, he could strike down a bird from the skies with a single notched arrow. By age seventeen, it seemed as if his father started to learn from him in the swinging of a sword, being able to best both his father and grandfather at the same time in a sparring match.

One fateful day after returning home from the city of Dragonstar, he noticed his grandfather lying in the sand face down. He dropped from his horse and ran as fast as he could to see what was wrong. But as he approached he noticed the blood drenched sands by his grandfather's waist. He immediately drew his sword and entered his home only to find his father and mother had been murdered like his grandfather. His father's head nearly severed, and his mother disemboweled, for the first time since he was but a baby, he wept, all the while holding the hands of his departed parents. He carefully wrapped the dead remains of his family in clean cloth and buried them one by one still weeping. After he the burial and his last good byes, he swore by The Nine Divine and The Eleven Ancestors that he would avenge his family's death. Having nothing left but his father's sword, his grandfather's bow, and his mother's memory, he packed his horse and made for the town of Skaven, home to a gladiatorial team known only as The Guards.

Upon arriving in Skaven, he made out for the first tavern he could find, simply called The Guard's Keep. It was in this tavern that The Guards would drink to the memory of each fallen foe and friend alike after a match. Now being new in any town can raise a eyebrow or two, but being unknown in a town of gladiators can sometimes raise a sword instead. Sitting alone in the corner, drinking his ale, a group of gladiators noticed Theodyne sitting by quietly by himself and decided they needed to know who he was. The three men approached him and Theodyne did not so much as blink an eye when their leader asked, "And who just might you be, princess?" attempting to gain a rise out of Theodyne and possibly a fight. But when Theodyne brought his eyes from his cup to see this man, all he could see was the necklace that his father had given his mother so many years ago on their wedding night. Blinded by pure rage, Theodyne to this day has no memory of the events that took place in the seconds after his saw his mother's necklace. All he remembers is standing over the three men's dead bodies with their swords still sheathed, blood soaked sword in one hand, his mother's necklace in the other.

Having avenged his family's death. Theodyne roamed from town to town, city to city, drinking away the pain and memory of his family's horrible demise. Until one day, when he came across a flyer nailed to a wall that read:

"Our supplies dwindle. Our trade routes shut down. Our people suffer. Why? Because a pretender sits upon The Ruby Throne. Let us take up arms! Let the fields of Cyrodiil run red with the blood of our fallen enemies! But let us spare the lives of a few, so that they may return to their homelands to tell their fellows the fate they met at the hands of The Daggerfall Covenant!
One Land! One Emperor!
Who among you will stand with me?"

―High King Emeric's Call to Arms

It was on this moment that Theodyne saw an opportunity, not for himself, but for the memory of his father and grandfather. An opportunity to gain back the honor and nobility that his family name so rightfully deserved. So he answered the call. Pledging his sword, his bow, his allegiance, and his life to King Emeric and The Daggerfall Covenant. And the rest of this tale my lords and ladies, has yet, to unfold..............


Want to join a Guild? Join The Council of Arcanea and fight for The Daggerfall Covenant! HAIL KING EMERIC!!!
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Breton
Name: Harlwystyr Ealthar

Race: Breton

Age: 968 (Born 1E 2387)

Birthsign: The Mage

Origin: Hailing from a region within the borders of the Kingdom of Daggerfall.

Occupation: Archmage / Sage / Meddler

Relatives: Scion scattered across Tamriel, trying to keep a general overview over them. The rest of his family is long grinded to dust by the winds of time.

Brief description of appearance: An elderly Breton with white hair; reaching at shoulder-length and is usually worn in a contingency clip which rests at the back of his neck. A trimmed full beard vies with its wearer's ragged clothes in looking old and worse for wear.

He carries himself with the dignity that is allowed a man of his age and profession - yet with a distinct touch of humility. He can often be found wearing nondescript robes donned with various food- and wine-stains, accompanied by a heavy pipesmoke. He has dancing, gray-green eyes.

Standing tall at 6.3 feet and best described as gaunt and thoughtful, he is quick to offer a warm smile to most people. He always seems ready for a good talk or a lengthy story; owing this to his bearing as a cautious old man.

In his possession are several worn pouches attached in a cord to his leather belt. He can always be found enjoying the company of his old, floppy travelling boots. He is also in possession of a silver-and-obsidian amulet, several winking rings and a gray longsword.

Religious Point of View: Bears a healthy respect for the Eight Divines, but also honours and worships Magnus, Phynaster and a few others.

Political Point of View: Harlwystyr's aim is to help Tamriel enter a new golden age of peace. Through the many centuries that comes with a life affected by magic, he has seen his friends, kin, and lovers fall to the winds of time, and thus bears a particular distate for the taking of lives.

Loves: Magic, women, smoking, the gentle breeze of High Rock, peace, and much more.

Hates: Tyrants and mages who would bend magic for their own gain.

Background:

A few archaic records date a certain Harlwystyr Ealthar as the son of an old noble family from Daggerfall, born in 1E 2387. He spent the early years of his life learning to read and write; in some places a privilege reserved only a few. Despite his heritage, Harlwystyr's father, Dunyval Ealthar, was seen by many as a reasonable, down-to-earth man who looked with kind eyes upon those less fortunate than himself; a trait that easily rubbed off on his son who to this day remains a promoter of fairness and equality for all who inhabit Tamriel.

A known fact about the young man was that he processed an innate talent for wielding the Arcane Arts, even moreso than the average Breton, despite his family's reputation of having produced a number of great knights and warriors for the realm of Daggerfall.

On the year of his fifteenth summer, Harlwystyr was struck kinless when his father's personal wizard conspired with a rival noble family to seize the Ealthar lands in a hostile takeover. The coup caught the family off-guard, resulting in only the youth's narrow escape. For five years he bid his time in port cities along the Iliac Bay, living by what narrow income he could muster from lightening the purses of more than one man and woman. During this time he's known to have had dealings with the Thieves Guild, but the details of this engagement should be taken with a grain of salt.

As is often the fate of thieves, Harlwystyr eked out his life for the next seven years. In a twist of irony, his last cutpurse victim would also prove to be his salvation. Oltherim the Psijic took sharp notice of the lad's abilities and pulled him from the streets of Daggerfall; taking the Breton with him throughout his travels in Tamriel. To this day, Harlwystyr speaks fondly of his late mentor, and it is clear that mutual respect existed between the two. He also claims to have spent a series of decades in the Crystal Tower and Artaeum, studying the rudiments of elven magic as well as the Old Ways.

Harlwystyr eventually returned to the province of his birth near the end of the First Era; owing his long lifespan to magical longevity as well as a keen instinct to stay alive. He quickly earned a reputation amongst the mages of High Rock as a marverick; a mage not obessed in his wielding of the Arcane Arts, but instead as a passionate man; a proud seeker of artifacts as well as rare spells and a subjugator of occult studies has led to him become a combination of self-guided talent and intense devotion to his craft.

Despite this, many also consider him as good and kind man, refusing to be intimidated by anyone, and with a network of acquaintances and information across Tamriel. Indeed, given his knowledge of the world, it is easy to spot that this man has travelled across the continent on more than one occasion.

With the dawning of the Second Era, the sorcerer witnessed the formation of the Mages Guild, highly appraising the efforts of Vanus Galerion. In the same year the Akaviri Potentate Versidue-Shaie declared martial law in the Empire, Harlwystyr engaged in battle with the ancient turned-lich Direnni high mage, Erranyador. This conflict saw the two locked in a fierce spell-struggle; hurling the both into another plane. Harlwystyr found his way out of a cave fifty years later, apparently having survived the conflict.

Throughout all of this, Harlwystyr Ealthar mangaged to escape the Knahaten Flu as well as the arcane explosion that killed and drove several mages across Tamriel mad in 2E 578.

These days he stands as the leader of the Cobalt Cloaks; an order formed to counter the threats of the Daedra, as well as those who would strike against the Daggerfall Covenant.
This post was last modified: June 11th 2013, 03:24 AM by Harlwystyr
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Madman, Hero, Murderer, Champion, Brigand, Leader, Berserker, Mystic. I suppose I am all of these things. I live for adventure and the thrill of the quest. Who its for and what it entails is just part of the fun. Morals have no place among the curious as limits do just that, they limit you. To truly experience adventure you must shed morals, limits, boundaries, and go wherever challenges can be found.

But these Elves....these Ebonhearts, slavers and jailors. All of them. Those who limit our freedoms have no place in this world. Every nation of Tamriel deserves to rule itself as it desires, proud, tall, and above all else, free.

I will not stop until these Supremacists and Slavers are brought low, and all of Tamriel can stand united in diversity. Forever adventurous, forever free.


"You should have seen the look on her face! Ha ha ha ha! Anyway, she won't be seeing age six!" - Gogron gro-Bolmog who killed the children of Cyrodiil saving the Hero of Kvatch from having to put up with children during the Oblivion Crisis, Skyrim was not so lucky.
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My character is a male Breton wanderer who serves Namira. As the war begins to intensify he begins to start more actively engaging in combat and learning to fight. He fights using a survivalist style that is a mix of a few different styles, including duel wielding knives, using a bow and healing spells to keep him alive. He is born under The Steed and is focused on speed and endurance.

His name is Edwane "Cloth Foot" Merchad and he is the second son of a Breton farmer in High Rock


"The road is my Home, the wind is my Friend and Namira is my Patron"
Edwane the Cloth Foot - Breton Wanderer
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Post #74988
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Sir Sarin Valcroft
Breton Warrior doing all forms of bladed damage


Founding Fires Project

Pm for details.
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I'm planning on playing a red-haired Breton mage girl. She will probably lean heavily towards whatever summoning is available and dabble in many crafts. Although, I feel like she will probably be mainly a smith of some kind.

I don't know much else about her, although the mage smith idea suggests to me an interesting personality. ^-^ I do know that she idolizes High King Emeric, and that she is more of a supportive person than a fighter. Though, if pressed she will kick your ass! hehe
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A normal Redguard youngster who just finished the rite of passage trying to find an adventure.
and I'll be using two swords with light armor, no sneaking, no magic, just swords


One of the Redguard presets in Skyrim looks just like me...... :)
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Arriele of Shormhelm.
Trained thief and archer,
Fights for a united High rock which bretons rightfully rule! wants to see the fall of the dominon. to achieve this she is even willing to unite with the distrusted Orcs.
When she was a child her farm was attacked by orc banits, living on the streets she learnt to steal and when aventred into the wilds learnt to hunt with a bow.She found the banits which slaughtered her family and took revenge! She grew up having dealings with the theives guild and the darkbrother hood. May even the mysterious nightingales. Devote follower of Nocturnel and Dibella. Has hatred still for banits, she trys not to kill, but if needs must she will do it quick and silently. Reading history about her race and having disagrrements with them, she hates High elves and isnt keen on orcs either. She still wanders high rock looking for a guild which fits her right. Along the way researching history of High rock and other subjects by exploring old ruins..... hopefully the ones with banits in..
DOWN WITH THE DOMINION! FOR HIGH ROCK! FOR THE HAWK!
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Name: Bakim Quol

Race: Breton

"Class": Spell-Sword

Bakim lead a normal life for the most part, tending to the crops of his family, however, he always longed for adventure. His father never allowed him the freedom to do so, untill, that is, a small gang of thugs attacked the homestead. Bakim did the best he could to fend them off, going so far as to run at them with a hoe, only to have a nasty cut from a sword across his face. The attackers had done extensive damage to the property, however, Bakims father only looked at his son with pride. It was not long after his wound had healed when his father gave him a small amount of coin, and an old rusty sword.
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Name: Skis gro-Dar

Race/class: Orc/Templar

Faction: the Daggerfall Covenant

Skis is an Orc who will be wearing heavy armor and two-handed sword to join in the frontline, ready to back everyone up and break through the lines without fear.

Skis once was a fisherman, untill he turned 20 years old when innocent people got robbed and murdered without mercy by pirates. Skis joins a group of a few brave Bretons trying to stop this madness, which failed and some of the group died. Skis proceeds with his life and on his way he meets another group named 'The Awoken'. Warriors fighting in the name of Stendarr, protect those who can not protect themselves by going into battles with those who are feared. We shall not stand back down, we shall fight and we will protect, for the sake of whole tamriel and further.

See you in battle, with or against you!


Join The Awoken, check out the site, pm me if your interested :)
http://theawoken.guildlaunch.com
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Class: Nightblade

Role: DPS

Race: Redguard


”I told him you can’t stop the Dark Brotherhood. Never could.”
―Emperor Titus Mede II
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Name: Sikmir
Age: 23
Class: Nightblade

Backstory:Born in Wayrest in High Rock. Both of my parents were merchants. We didn't earn a great deal of money but enough to have food on are table and clothes on are backs. When the empire collapsed and Tamriel was put in turmoil trade lines stopped from high rock to Cyrodill... We began to become poor my father did all he could to get some septims but it wasn't enough, we were on the streets. Eventually my father and mother both joined the army they had no choice, i was left at an small orphanage at a the age of 10. No one ever came to adopt us, the woman who ran the orphanage was kind and treated us as if we were he own, but it was that who would want a child in the midst of a war. One day in the middle of the night i awoke after hearing a loud bang coming from Astrids room ( She ran the orphanage), nobody else had seemed to be awake. I slightly opened the room to her door quietly. As I did i saw a man...or a women i cant remember it was biting Astrids neck. Astrids seemed to be sleeping. The person quickly turned around to see me , i ran quickly to my bed and put the covers over me. I was scared, frightened petrified... A hand blocked my mouth and grabbed me, for some reason thats all i could remember about that night . As I woke up i was in a room layed out on a table with four dead bodies around me and with a
Mark on my arm. Since that day i have always been lurking in the darkness not wanting to talk to others so i became a night blade.

About me: I will be largely playing PVP, i have experience with other Tes game such as Skyrim, Oblivion and Morrwind. I will be online around GMT 3:00. Playing as a Breton specialising in Destruction Magic and One-handed swordplay.


Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear
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