Premise:
The members of a Jarl's court must travel to the Imperial City. As they run into misadventures along the way, will they still have time to see the emperor crowned?
Setting:
1E 2805, when Reman II becomes Emperor. (Click to learn about him) We're going from Skyrim to Cyrodiil.
Tone:
Lighthearted. No player death. Things are kept fun and loose, but don't go out of your way to be funny, because that usually falls flat.
Rules:
- Dialogue must be in Dovahzul. (ask me for help if you don't think you're very good at the language.)
- Your character must follow the guidelines below.
- Don't try to change the story. (I'm GM so I get final say, though I won't be controling or railroading.)
- Have fun.
Making your Character:
This RP is about the Jarl's court, and so, in it you will play a member from it. All 10 of the races you see in-game are playable, but only on certain characters. The only two rules is that they can't be overpowered (OP) and must be part of the Court, so no random adventurers or Dragonborns, please!
Joining:
Please, if you are already in another RP here, do not join this one. I hope to open the door for new players, not the same ten already posting. We need a new blood on the forums, guys! (and gals) If you are not in another RP, please join! If you are uncomfortable posting right away, send me a PM and we can talk about it beforehand.
The Royal Court:
(M = Male, F = Female, A = Any)
Geirald the Brass (Nord, M) - Jarl from Skyrim (Played by Ruvgein)
The Jarl's wife - (race of man, F) (Unclaimed)
The Jarl's child - (mother's race, A) (Unclaimed)
Court Steward - (any race, A) (Unclaimed)
Court "Clever person" Mage - (race of man or elf, A) (Unclaimed)
Housecarl - (any race, A) (Unclaimed)
Horsemaster - (any race, A) (Unclaimed)
Elven Ambassador - (any mer race, A) (Unclaimed)
And more to come! If you have an idea for a court member, go for it!
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The crowing of Reman II was close at hand, and anyone who was anyone would be there. The High King of Skyrim, the Living Gods of Morrowind, rulers from the Iliac bay and the Elven lands to the far south.
Jarl Geirald, who was called "the Brass" because of his hair, had heard about this crowning. He was Jarl over a small place, barely large enough for any to think him worthy of the title "Jarl".
Yet Geirald saw an opportunity, a way to get more support for his small land. He announced to his family and court that they would ready the horses, and soon they were on their way.
Jarl Geirald now sits in one of the royal carriages, wondering what his court thinks of the road so far...