Madgod's Realm. An open world Sheogorath Roleplay

[Linkuya]

I would like to join this roleplay as my first one, but I'm still a little confused on the finer details of the rules of roleplaying in general. (Yes, I've read the instructions)

[The SheoDovah]

Sheodov accepts Ward's character and looks forward to torturing him whilst doing the fish stick. Do you mind? I'm trying to do the fishstick here and it requires a delicate state of mind.

As for Link, take a look at some of the roleplays as it will give you an idea of what it is. There are no finer rules. Mainly because i burnt the fine rules to the ground for failing to please me before ripping out Eltee's intestines and strangling him with it. Think of roleplaying as a story that you are writing with other people but can only write about your character's actions.

[philfredobob]

Dovah, i might join this, but you would first have to promise to make up your own Sheogorath sayings, and not just use ones from the games

[BetaB17]

Here here

[The SheoDovah]

But I gave me permission to use those. Fine, Sheodov hereby proclaims that the fishstick is now illegal. Anyone caught doing it will be forced to eat cheese. Or get strangled. I'm partial to the odd bit of strangling myself or was that cheese? Wait, it's both. Care to play? *In low sheogorath threatening tone* There will be a lot of new Sheo sayings. Otherwise, the madgod wouldn't..... i've said too much. Begone, i said begone! Haskill, fetch the rabbit.

[Linkuya]

I do hope I'm doing this right.

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Character Sheet:
Name: Fjolifr
Age: 30
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blonde and hairy. With a short beard, sideburns, stringy and unkempt hair that falls to his shoulders, the word hairy describes him well. His chest and legs also feature lots of little hairs.
Occupation: Warrior who somethings sings terribly for coin
Class: Warrior
Sign of madness(optional): Last he checked, he was king of Black Marsh, even though he has never been there. His mind is terribly addled, and he seems to remember events that never happened. Events that never happened. He also obsessed over counting the hairs on his body.
Reason for travelling to the Isles: Fjolifr was chasing a lion that ran straight into the portal. He never did catch the lion.
Inventory: He literally has nothing but his old steel axe that he wields with both hands. He has nothing else, not even his clothes. He runs around a small leather skirt.
Background: He once was a well respected citizen of bruma, but a wizard's experiment gone wrong turned Fjolifr into... this. A strange side effect of this spell gone wrong is that sometimes, for only a rare moment, Fjolifr will display great intelligence.
Other Details: While dumb, he is still kind at heart.

[The SheoDovah]

Apart from the king of the marsh bit, It is good. You are just an average citzen. The portal is located on a small island outside of bravil so it is unlikely that a lion would be able to reach it. But if he believes he is the king and thought he was chasing a lion when it was a figment of his imagination, i will accept it.

[Linkuya]

"He remembers events that did not happen"
...Being the key words.

[The SheoDovah]

CHEESE! Accepted. The lion may have not been real though.

[Musicman247]

I think he's saying none of it is real.

[The SheoDovah]

If he is then accepted without question. This should be fun or sadistic. Or both.

[Chaos the N'wah]

Chaos'll have to wait for another RP to get his talking-Alfiq-raht-Battlemage-ness on

Instead, here

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Character Sheet:
Name: Dro'Zah-do
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Khajiit, Dagi-raht
Appearance: Short, but athletic, Light grey coat with white chin/throat, redish-brown eyes
Occupation: Mercenary
Class: Warrior
Sign of madness(optional): Holding/touching primary colored items change his mood, grey/metallic is neutral (other colors determined by their parent primary colors), weakness for sweets
Reason for travelling to the Isles: He is drawn to a certain contraption within the Isles, looking for wealth
Inventory: Leather armor set sans helm, grey hood, steel spear (short, normal size for a dagi)
Background: Being a dagi-raht with a strong lust for gold and a talent for using sticks to stab things, Dro'Zah-do set out of the Tenmar solely for wealth and moon sugar and wealth to get more sugar.

[BetaB17]

Working out a sound back story>_> got a name, most gear, and personality. Anybody game for a DID psychopathic assassin?
I must ask, what are your rules with beards?

[The-Shadow-One]

DID
Multiple personalities?
Done that one dearie.
Proof

[BetaB17]

Well in regards>_> yours is truly the prime verse in the view that they are separate minds.
As for Ovan(my guy), he has two but oddly can be considered the same. In truth it would fall under the none specified verse of the disorder. It is present in the vast change of mood, but both are psychopathic to the ends. Calm, antisocial, and lack of remorse, however his other half adds a new element.. bloodlust episodes.. Keeping it simple with the manslaughter and bunny killing^_^ nice character though TSO

[Chaos the N'wah]

Somehow, I have a feeling that the bunny killing remark may come back to haunt you...

[BetaB17]

Oh trust me.. >_> it will

[The SheoDovah]

Working out a sound back story>_> got a name, most gear, and personality. Anybody game for a DID psychopathic assassin?
I must ask, what are your rules with beards?

You dare grow a beard!? Only I can grow one. Me declared it illegal centuries go before i passed me down to I 10 years ago and that law still holds true or truthfully holds. Now, out comes the lungs. May turn them into a pair of shoes. Or gloves. Shoegloves prehaps?

Joking aside, beards are allowed but it could cause you to be arrested because of the Madgod banning beards. You are going to hate me soon. Let's just say that Rabbits despise having their kind killed.

@Chaos, Sheodov accepts this kitty and will kick it to death whilst reciting the lusty argonian. Or prehaps the lusty argoniain will kick the kitty to death whilst reciting me. Or cheese!

[Emzi 43]

May I?
Character Sheet:
Name: Gazdayn Taujin
Age: 200(He lost count)
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Appearance: Oiled charcoal hair, dark dunmer complexion, wears a trickster sort of outfit (Like cicero’s jester outfit, but without his awesome hat) Generally exhausted looking.
Occupation: Travelling conjurer, makes a living by entertaining nobles, tavern patrons etc. with his summoned monsters
Class: Mage
Sign of madness(optional): Not really insane, but treats his conjured deadra and undead as his friends, commonly had one way conversations with them.
Reason for travelling to the Isles: His boat sank in the niben, the door was bright and shiny, why not?
Inventory: Tricksters outfit (clothes) a staff with either reanimate or paralysis effects. Coinpurse with around 100 septims. A potion of healing and a potion of sorcery. Ring of invisibility.
Background: Taujin never had any friends. The telvaani wizards were the most interesting this in his hometown of sadrith mora, and he learnt to conjure his own friends, and how to be rid of the bad ones. Being a mage was not the most profitable of lives, and so he uses his skills in illusion and conjuration to amaze and outwit others. He’s the personal favourite act of count andel indarys of cheydinhal, and travelled south into the nibenay valley looking for opportunities, and crossed the bay in a small boat he rented from a few fisheremen, headed for bravil. The weather was perfect until a sudden storm hit, and some slaughterfish decided that the underside of his boat was delicious…
Other Details: On top of all that, he’s quite the romantic, but his dry sense of humour and negative personality tend to ruin things.

[The SheoDovah]

Sheodov approves of this and will accept it. There are only 3 spaces left people. May allow more to join if i find DMing easy and believe i can handle more characters.

[BetaB17]

Well in that case>_> I guess I just should throw mine out too. I may have revise him still>_< Sorry on Inventory>_> I just love detail I may have to fix him up though>_< but I do hope karma shows their fangs upon him

Spoiler:

Name: Ovan the B'vek
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: Claims 37, actually born in 3E 2rd Century
Appearance: Despite his true age, he is full of vigor and life. He retains a slim frame and black hair. His hair is well kept much like a noble's, it is mildly long and parted to his left. He also sports multiple scars across his body, but many seem to form shapes namely on his torso and his left arm. Some chin hair resides, but it is well trimmed.
Occupation: Roaming assassin, former Master in the Morag Tong
Class: Battlemage
Sign: A true psychopathy; calm, antisocial, and loss of remorse. He retains a 2nd identity characterized by the bloodlust episodes. As such, he has a deep passion for rituals and sacrifices.
Reason: A target of his escaped through the door
Inventory: ~ He carries with him an ebony dagger paired with a shortsword, across the blades are etchings that allow for poison to flow as well as enemy's blood. Both have glass embedded into it's etchings, showing that it is comprised of curved lines. He carries a ration of poisons, the more lethal being in liquid form. His best being a bottle of Hanin's Wake. He also carries a wooden flute, but is designed with the added use of delivering poison to a foe. Old mortar & pestle made of smooth stone, as not to break.~ He wears a thin set of ebony designed to weigh less, underneath it's bounded to a netch leather under-armor. His left arm wears a ebony guantlet while the right has a bracer and black glove. He sports a black cowl accompanied with the remainder of the cloth, wrapped around him and hanging off of his shoulders, easily can convert to a robe. Clothing aside he wears simple linen for comfort.~ Around his waist are trader bags for carrying supplies; only a week's worth of dried meats and food, ingredients for poison like nightshade, and enough coin to get him by as well as a flask for water. Carries a journal with a fake Writ of Execution. A brush paired with a bottle of black paint for rituals, 2 empty black soul gems, and a necklace made of fangs from vampires. On his right hand rests an silver ring with an odd gemstone, the only thing he treasures most.
Background: Born in a witch's coven in Morrowind, he grew up shrouded from light, little detail remains and is thought to be the only survivor through their practices. He traveled to many places, normally between Skyrim and his homeland. Eventually he joined the Morag Tong, but after climbing the ranks he grew restless. He was banned after sacrificing his own students and later a superior in a ritual. He has since then grown infamous to them, becoming a rouge for hire and enemy to his former faction. Over his spree, he has traveled to many lands, taking up new names as he went. He longs for the day when his desires grow content.
Details: He is a devout follower to Lorkhan, but has never been shy to a pact with the Daedra, namely Meridia. As such, he has different rituals depending on his foe. He also has a hard time hiding his true nature when a battle is near.

[The SheoDovah]

A servant of old Mol!? The Sheodov is pleased by this and will tear out his lungs then play every song in existence on them whilst doing the cheesewalk. Accepted. Only 2 more places left people.

[BetaB17]

Yay^_^ if you wish I am willing to pm you finer details on certain things of question. I did do well not to make a heavy backstory like my first but he's fairly simple
Now I do pray he does not sacrifice any teammates>_> or play a game of tag with the madgod>_<

[The SheoDovah]

How dare you. Only I can play Tag with me. Me tends to get bored and send a threat via a sweetroll covered elven [&@%!] or was it a talking wine bottle? Clowns? Clown covered wine bottle?

[Kerr]

So are you going to start and I won't be able to join if I don't post a sheet before 10 people? Because I thought you said it would start next month. I might be able to do it on my phone but it would annoying as all hell and I imagine contain errors.