Until one day, when the realm of Oblivion is broken. Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince, the Demon of Knowledge, in his infinite wisdom, has found a way to invade the world, destroying Martin Septim's work in 4E 1.
Since then, all of Tamriel has gone under an attack from the Knowledge Demon. His beings, Shades, are dark gaseous black blobs that hover above the ground. If they engulf you for more than a minute, you are transformed into a Husk. A Husk is an emotionless human that "Sees the truth, and follows Mora because of it." Other than that, they cause you to feel extremely cold if you get too close to them (Frost damage). For battle, Shades become a doppleganger of the opponent, no matter who, and fights "Himself". A Husk has dull gray skin, and dark bags under their eyes. They either wear dull colorless clothing or battle armor for Mora. A Husk, to human knowledge, cannot be reverted to normal form. Shades are incredibely intelligent.
Additionally, humans sometimes choose to become Husks. Because Husks gain all of the knowledge of everything; they know nearly as much as Mora himself. Husk generals, of course, are people who have become Husks by choice. Slaves, janitors, and grunts are people forced into being a Husk.
So, all of the provinces are teaming up to fight this threat; they're battling the master of knowledge. Hermaeus Mora.
They battle Mora's Shades and Husks, keeping him at bay. Occasionally, they can achieve something great in the battle. You decide!
There can also be "Side conflicts". Is Skyrim and Morrowind in a fight, and are threatening to pull away from the war unless Emperor Creed chooses one?
Is one of your characters facing a personal crisis? Does he need to chose between fighting to save a town, or be there when his wife gives birth?
Who are they, and why are they involved in this battle?
How do they advance in fame until they become famous? Or do they stay in the shadows?
SPELL Nicely! Spelling mistakes are okay, but don't spell and use grammar like a four-year-old. (I admit, Hormaeus is hard to spell. I'll mispell it at times.)
DON'T Be a god!!! Yes, you are fighting Hermaeus Mora, but you cannot give an entry saying "my dood kiled maro i won."
I AM THE GOD! I will every once in a while roll with the information and give an unexpected twist. Maybe I kill one of your characters. Maybe Valenwood gets targeted by millions of Shades. Maybe your character has an accident, or gets demoted.
On the other hand, what if he gets promoted? Or gets more soldiers? Or becomes Arch-Mage of the Mages Guild? I DECIDE THIS. Of course, you can decide minor or medium things. You can't suddenly post "He became Arch-Mage." You can, however, describe how the current Arch-Mage is in danger...
IF YOU MAKE YOURSELF TO GODLY, I will intervene and cause bad luck.
NEVER Post the outcome of battles! Describe them in great detail, but don't describe the ending, unless it's minor. (One on one) When I check in, I will post the results of the battles against Shades and Husks.
OTHER CHARACTERS DO EXIST! Everyone plays in the same world. If you want to make the Leader of Skyrim, and someone else already made him, too bad for you.
THE PERSON YOU CANNOT CREATE Is the Emperor. Emperor Amiel Creed. Anyone else IN THE WORLD, you can make.
Name:
Race:
Province Living in:
Short Summary:
Social Status:
Other details (Weapon of choice, armor, favorite color, whatever):
Looks:
Example:
Name: Amiel Creed
Race: Imperial
Province Living in: Cyrodiil
Short Summary: The old, but kind, emperor of Cyrodiil. Amiel is brave, noble, and fights in wars himself, showing his bravery.
Social Status: Emperor
Other details (Weapon of choice, armor, favorite color, whatever): Carries his father's Ebony Longsword, standard emperor's robes.
Looks: Age 65. Short cropped gray hair and noble, high-class attitude and appearance.
"No time!" the man rasped. "No time! They are coming! Here, take this! Defend your land!" The man pulled out two swords from his bag. He gave a steel one to Bearn, he kept a silver one for himself.
"What is this for?" Bearn asked. "I'm not a fighter. I had legion training back in the day, true... but I backed out before becoming a soldier."
"The Shades!" The man shouted. Bearn's face drained of color. He had heard of the shades, how they destoryed lands ans turned them into wastelands.
"They... they are coming here? To Herder's Farm? Why?" Bearn asked. Herder's Farm was, obviously, the name of his farm.
"Tracking me, I bet... me and my legion patrol were scouting, and we were ambushed. They killed eveyone... but Uran! They... they turned Uran! He looked at me! His eyes were dull... his skin grayed... he bacame... a Husk!"
At this point, Bearn's wife, Malinda, came out of the farmhouse. "What is going on here? Who are you? Why are you here?" She asked the man.
"No time... here they come! Look!" Suddenly, waves of Shades came over the hills, suddenly, and without warning. They slightly looked like Black Will-O-The-Wisps, Bearn thought. But they had more substance, they were... thicker. "Fight, farmer! Protect your kin! Take the fight to Hermaeus Mora's creations!"
In a quick fight, Bearn fought alongside the bloody legionairre. Twenty copies of the man swarmed him. Suddenly, the man glowed black, and vanished. Bearn was alone. He needed to retreat!
"Malinda - take Delilah and run!" Bearn shouted. Malinda rushed in the house to get Delilah - their daughter. The Shades approached the front door. Bearn saw a copy of himself, in the mass of black things.
"Shades! Leave them alone! Fight me! He tried to get close, but a shade-copy of one of the man's legion patrols took a mace and hit him on the head. Everything glowed red, then he faded out.
Bearn awoke on the farm. The Shades were gone. He saw that Old Renee was lying dead on the ground... so was all of his animals. His crops were flattened and destroyed. Bearn held his head, and went into the farmhouse. There was a lot of destruction, yet Delilah and Malinda were nowhere to be found.
"Maybe," Bearn thought, "They were taken like that man was. Maybe I could find them!" He looked at the hilt of the steel sword, still attached to his belt. There was a named engraved on it... "Karyn". So, the man's name was Karyn, and he and Malinda and Delilah were trapped somewhere by the Shades.
"I must find them." Bearn decided. "I will start my search for them. I will get information and equipment... in the Imperial City."
END
A final reminder; there are no rules in this war. Do anything you want! Be as off topc wth your stories, as long as it is relating slightly to the story. Remember the story. Hermaeus Mora, and all that.
I will pop in every one in a while and add a twist, like I said. I will hurt your created characters. I may send them on a mission. I may have them incapacitated for a while and force you to make someone new.
There are two final rules; Your character can interact with other people's characters, and you can talk for them. DO NOT MAKE ANY DESCISIONS for them, let that user. The second: You cannot kill Other people's characters, or Emporer Amiel Creed.
There is ONE main character, however... that is Bearn. He will not die, I'll say that now.
So, the fate of the world is up to you! Create a story, and fight the Demon of Knowledge!







