A/N This will be a story based around survivor but set in the series Elder Scroll, where 20 competitors will compete in a challenges base around the setting. Please if interested use the app below and DM the appilication will be on my profile.
The Imperial City stands as a testament to the once great power of the Empire. However in recent years the beacon of humanity and the strength of the Imperials as waned. Now not only patrolling the streets of the Imperial City are the Legion but not lurking in the shadows are the Thalmor and High Elven Guards are also patrolling making sure the the laws of the White-Gold Concordant were being obeyed to the letter of the law. However far away from the eyes of even the Thalmor within one of the many secret chambers hidden in the White-Gold Tower sat a man, shrouded in darkness his features hidden away from the sight of others. In front of him was his marble desk and upon it was the stack of documents. Frowning as he looked upon the letters.
His associate should be coming any moment now. Secrecy was key for him he didn't like to be known and especially not what his goals were. Soon as a hour passed the schedule meeting the door opened.
"It is about time." The shadowy figured spoke before glancing up placing his pen down and crossing his fingers. His ever present glare the only thing gleaming past the shadow.
There coming into the room was a handsome man a Breton. A man with long black hair slicked back going to his shoulders, he was a clean shaven Breton with brown eyes. Though like many of his race his ears were slightly pointed to show his elven blood that courses though his veins. He wasn't a very tall man average for his kind. His skin was that of a man who has spent sometime out in the sun. He wore a fine blue suit one you would expect on a noble expect his was clearly not made of the same fine material you expect on a genuine noble robes. His pants black and wore fine fur boots. The only weapon on him was that of a Ebony Dagger. Honestly to fine of a weapon for the likes of a man of his caliber. However that was besides the point he needed him.
He gave the shadow figure a award winning smile the type of a smile you expect from a shady potion dealer or from one of the imperial nobility on tax day. "Hello sir, thanks for helping me out of that business in Black Marsh I swear that argonian was actually..." but a held hand from the man behind the desk silence him.
Holding his hand up he could only take so much of him "Please, spare me the details of whatever trouble you found yourself in again, Mr Endmarc I have use for you, you can say I am calling in that favor you still owe me." Leaning back in his chair looking at the Breton as he seemed to cringe back from that. "Do not worry weirdly enough I believe this little venture of mine is right up your alley." He spoke with a almost amused confidence.
Brannigan Endmarc a Breton spellsword or ex-spellsword now charismatic actor for the stages and plays seen across High Rock, Cyrodiil and a small stunt in Hammerfell was confused, he hadn't seen his old employer since well a decade now, but he was doing a stint in a Black Marsh prison until his sentences was paid for in full by a benefactor with only on condition to return to Cyrodiil to see his old "friend". Of course he only had one real friend in Cyrodiil and that was his employer. Ok friend is a strong word but someone who would shell out a couple hundred septims to see his release. With a catch of course.
As they stood in the room both men watching the other, Brannigan as you would imagine feeling a bit off footed since he had little to no idea why he was there. Until his former employer talked "As I'm sure you have heard my recent adventurers had a terrible misfortune with one of my most recent... interest." He spoke as he then quickly added "I need some new better, proper, smarter, and stronger adventurers."
Endmarc was silent for a moment as he considered the figures words before he spoke "I see, look I'm out of the adventuring business." With a wave of the man arms he says.
"Oh no don't worry. You will certainly will not be one of my new Adventurers, no offense Mr. Endmarc. I'm aware your talents lay with your charisma, which might I add makes you perfect for this opportunity." This caught the Breton's interest now as he glanced to the other in the room with a curious look before the employer continued. "Consider yourself a middle man someone who will go out there and find me some new talent. Train them up, test them and see if they crack under stress and..." he paused. Brannigan was confused by the sudden stop until he heard it, footsteps approaching near the door outside, voices could be heard but were muted behind the marble but they came and went. Just a patrolling guards Endmarc would assume before he glanced back over to his now deep in thought friend.
"Something the matter, chief?" The handsome Breton asked curiously seeing his change in attitude.
The man in the dark waved it off and said "The thalmor and the Dominion have eyes and ears everywhere which is why I would rather not have them know that I am doing this. I have a feeling I know who to blame for my previous team's failure." His dark eyes were locked on the door as Endmarc considered his request.
Before he broke his friend out of his trance Brannigan said "How can I do that? The Thalmor are quite good at finding out things that are being kept from them, hell rumors has it they are the wants who somehow help start the Skyrim Civil War," his employer seemed to consider this for a moment as he continued. "Besides another things, how is any of this something I can do? I am not some great trainer, or teacher of Adventuring, besides I wouldn't even know to look for adventurers outside of a tavern and most of them are drunk fools. I'm not the guy to start up some boot camp."
That is when the man behind the desk faced him full with a wide smile on his face "exactly, you ain't some great trainer for some new adventurers and you are right. The Thalmor spend every waking hour in the dark uncovering all the mysteries they can, so what better way to hide this from the Highs Elves then in plain sight?" He moved point to Brannigan "You won't be my trainer, you will be a host to a competition, a tournament if you will, which shall be written down and spread across the land in small volumes of short stories for the avid read to stay tune too." He smiles seeing the confused look on Endmarc's face "This will be your big chance to finally be famous?" His words echoed letting them sink into his old associate, before he pulled out a scroll and slid it over to him which Endmarc took grasping it as he glanced up.
"No here is the instructions I have for you, see that it plays out how I want, honestly i will be just as curious as anyone to see how this all goes. Don't worry everything is already begun." He spoke as if he already knew Endmarc's answer "You will have a crew and a few remembrancers now off to the local, you get instructions while there" He turned around in his chair to glance out the window to the now fading sun heading west over the horizon of Cyrodiil. It took a moment for him to realize that Endmarc was still there. "Yes?"
Brannigan was looking through the contents of what he was given his eyes going from top to the bottom of the scroll before saying "Where exactly am I to host this?"
A laugh escaped his lips and he looked over "Oh you be heading to Skyrim."
Whatever joy Brannigan was gaining from this concept fell from his face. "Oh come on!"
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"Skyrim the frozen north, a land of harsh climates and even harsher beast" showing vast landscapes from the great Throat of the World all the way to the Sea of Souls, then cutting to that of a Snow Bear standing up on its hind legs, to a troll growling before returning to its cave. "The home land of the nords who claim that this is the spot that the very Gods birthed them, though others speak of the barbaric and bloody history of the nordic people coming ot Skyrim across the sea lead by Jorrvaskr and his crusade against the Falmer." Showing tapestries of the great Nords doing great battle against the snow elves. "From the beautiful capitol of the land of Solitude, all the way down to simple farming village of Rokirstead, this land is engulf with civil war, covered in monsters, bandits, deep forgotten tombs and there are even rumors of Dragons" showing a beast flying across the sky letting out a loud and distant roar. "Agree or disagree with many Nords point of view one thing remains the same, only the strongest and more resilient of us can not only hope to survive the Northern Province, but even thrive and make a living here and that is why I am here"
Standing on top of a frozen ridge posing for the artist below to finish the final touches on this display of masculine strength his cloak whipping in the wind "Welcome to Skyrim where we be bringing you the brand new tournament for the reading audience every this is "Adventurers" and I'm your host Brannigan Endmarc" Turning and saying "As we speak going across Tamriel will be notices asking for sign up for the event, while most of these will be sort out and hand picked by many of our scouts out across Tamriel." He continued his trek as the artist who was doing the pictures was following him doing multiple different poses for him as he continued on his way down from the cold climate. "20 contestants will be selected by our team to be brought here, to be tested on their strength, magical prowess, cunning and much, much more. Why would anyone come to one of the harshest provinces in the Empire to do this, simple for the prize of twenty thousand septims and a chance to be hired by one of our anonymous clients looking for proud and daring adventurers."
"You will be expecting to do a assortment of different challenges, and you be financing your own time in the competition though throughout the tournament shall be prizes and wealth that whatever you collect will be yours to keep. You will all be divided up into 2 teams and after each of these challenges it will be you guys the contestants who will vote and eliminate another fellow member of the tournie."
Smiling as he finishes up "As stated Skyrim will only hold the best of the best, so until then you guys will have to work in order to become the best. With all that I am again Brannigan Endmarc, the host and the man who will test your mettle against this land, so I'll be seeing you all... very soon."
And cut.
Brannigan the moment the artist and the remembrancer gave him the all clear, he held tightly to his cloak saying "For the 8's sake why is it so cold here, someone get me something warm to drink, and get me out of this oblivion damned wind!" He quickly hushed away as his remembrancer, artist and finally the Quartermaster another man who was hired by the client to over see this operation. A fairly large orc rubbing his eyes.
"This is going to be a long job" the orc muttered before he barked out orders to prepare for the challengers.
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Be it with one of the local taverns you visit after a long days of working or traveling, or possibly though hear say or from word of mouth from a old friend or a colleague. From all the way from the Cold cliffs of Winterhold of Skyrim, all the way to the Sunfold in the Summerset Isles. From the vast great city of the Imperial city to the smallest wayward back water you expect in Blackmarsh. For though with the proper cunning could see this was no small affair but for most they saw this as just another fancy from a rich and bored noble. Some of you only read the prize of 20,000 septims and was sold there and then but for others it was the adventurer and the challenge of competeing. For whatever reason it was your reason you decide to sign up and see if they will pick you.
This is the Form you must fill out to apply.
(Author's note: This will also be on my profile for easy to copy and please send your appliocation through PMs. Thank you and enjoy.)
Name:
Sex:
Race:
Age:
Birthplace:
Sexuality:
What Aedra/Daedra/Other they believe in:
Personality:
History:
Appearance:
Class: (Warrior, mage, thief etc. etc. etc.)
Faction is any:
Birthstone:
Unique: (Anything i should know about that is unqiue to them)
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
What do they look for in a Adventuring companion:
What do they look for in a romantic partner:
Opinions on the Civil War?:
Opinions on the Current Empire?
Opinions on the Thalmor?:
Why did they enter the competition:
Skill tree: (You have fill each one you have 1 Expert, 2 Adept, 6 Apprentice, 8 Novice, 1 Terrible)
Smithing:
Heavy Armor:
Block:
Two-Handed:
One-Handed:
Archery:
Illusion:
Conjuration:
Destruction:
Restoration:
Alteration:
Enchanting:
Light Armor:
Sneak:
Lockpicking:
Pickpocket:
Speech:
Alchemy: