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  • Swam Lake Stables - Sign Up Thread - Semi-Advanced/Advanced

    Anna Lee Oliver

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    Winter Forest

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  • let's go || plotting thread || to a world we've never seen before

    Hello friend.
    Like you, I've been wanting to start a group RP but I tend to get scared at the idea of creating and maintaining one on my own. I'm into a lot of different things; apocalyptic stuff, supernatural / fantasy stuff, animals, powers / elementals, and plenty more. Not real big on time travel though, tends to make my head hurt.
    I have a few loose ideas floating around. Would you be interested in starting a group roleplay with me?

  • Swam Lake Stables - RP Thread - Semi-Advanced/Advanced

    I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel as I pulled into the parking lot of Swam Lake Stables. I'd seen the pictures, but showing up in person confirmed what I'd been thinking - this was a nice place. Beautiful really, like our farm used to be. Well, our nice barns still stood, but half were empty, and that sort of ruined it. This place was beautiful and full of life, just what I needed.
    As I parked the truck, I heard Frost snorting and stomping around in the back. It was a long trip, and she didn't have many hours in the trailer, so all considering she did pretty well. Prince was never fazed by trailers.
    I looked around from inside, noting two others unloading their horses. I hopped out of my new Chevy, stretching my cramped legs. Frost snorted at me from inside the trailer, demanding to be let out.
    "Fine fine I'm coming, lets get you settled in." I opened the door and was greeted by a rumpled looking Frost, reminding me of a pretty girl woken up early and kept away from hair brushes and beauty products. Sadly, that was probably a good analogy for me as well. I untied the mare, leading her to the barn designated for WEF horses like her. The stall was large and already had bedding down. How thoughtful.
    Frost stood their in her stall, pawing the ground and stiffing out the place. Already she was doing better than expected. "Wait here." I commanded, then headed back out to get my tack.


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    Zoarnir is a Khajiit. Born in Elsweyr, his family packed their moved to Skyrim to join a caravan when he was two or three. The caravan was robbed by bandits, who slaughtered his family. He only survived by cowering in some bushes unseen. Later some Imperial soldiers came across the wreckage and found him. One of the soldiers, Linuir Favad, decided to take him home and raise him as his own, as his wife could not conceive. Zoarnir, who was about five when he arrived in Cyrodill. From the beginning he had trouble fitting in, but was able to find a best friend in _____(your character). As a child he had brief infamousy as "The Sweet Roll Thief" but after being grounded for a while he repented and changed his ways. Now he has a desire for adventure and wants to learn were he came from.


    Who I play depends on the flavor of the roleplay. Do you want a friendship turned romance or just a friendship?
    And what about the main Skyrim plot, with the Dragonborn? I think there should be dragons, for the fun of it at least. But should one of our characters be Dragonborn, or both, or neither?
    The rest we should be able to work out on as we go. Thanks for roleplaying with me. :)



  • wнere ѕo dιғғranт now // open!

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    The afternoon sun shone brightly overhead, offering warmth and orange light as my friend and I traveled a dirt road. We had fallen into a silence, not an uncomfortable or tired silence but simply a silence of shared wonder and excitement.
    I was a long way from home, the first time I’d left the Imperial City for an extended period, unless you count my earliest years. I am an Elsweyr born Khajiit, but have little memory of my desert homeland, or my real parents for that matter. My family came to Skyrim to trade when I was very little. Of this place too I know very little. One night, however, is burned into my brain forever.
    How old was I then? Linuir says I was three or four, but for all he knows I was a big two year old or a small five year old. I sat in the back of a carriage, someone played a lute behind me, a happy song I have never heard since. The cloudy day was reaching twilight. Then blood on my light grey fur, Khajiits screaming, bandits in fur armor and warpaint sharing in the spoils. I was hidden in a stump. How did I get in the stump?
    I remember when Linuir found me. Had anyone else found me, I would have grown up in an orphanage. But he took my home, and I became an Imperial.
    Childhood was interesting. I had few friends besides _____. One time I made friends with the poor kids by stealing sweet rolls for them. I was always awkward around my own kind. Later I was better able to speak to Khajiit, who appeared mainly in the form of merchants. I bought some earrings from them for my annoyingly long ears and had my first taste of moon sugar. Much like my neighbors, some Khajiit welcomed me, while others viewed me as an outsider.
    So why was I wandering around Skyrim? Adventure, obviously. A chance to get a away from home, to find something new. And maybe find out a little more about myself.
    Mother, surprisingly, was fine with me stomping across miles of wilderness into an area ravaged by civil war and filled with dangerous creatures. Linuir was slightly less willing, but several of his parting gifts cluttered my body now. His Imperial sword, enchanted no less, sat reassuringly against my hip. My grandfather’s, no, Linuir’s father’s elven bow was secured to by back with a dozen steel arrows. In my pack was a blood splattered journal, a journal he recovered from the wreckage of my family. “Here.” He’d told me when he handed me the book. “I’ve been saving it for you.” I hadn’t yet told _____ about it or opened it.
    Besides that I traveled light, with a bit of food and some gold I had made working. No bedroll, just my coat.
    A cow lulled as we passed a farm and a city came into view. My first Skyrim city. Realizing I had fallen a little behind, I jogged to the side of my friend. “What city is that?” I asked him.