Tyr - 2E 440
Tyr slung his sword over his shoulder. It was oversized, but not much wasn’t about that man, who seemed to resemble more so the ancient Atmorans than the modern Nord. He slid his seat onto his horse and took the lead, pulling his horse along. They were to visit the port, and to trade for all the gear they would need.
The trek wasn’t so bad, more rough than it was long, but the journey did much to remind him of just how much things were changing, even in his isolated little corner of Tamriel.
When Tyr arrived in town, he was greeted with a strange sight: foreigners. There had been a steady stream of refugees from other corners of the empire, but this group seemed unique, they seemed to want something. Tyr decided to approach, figuring that it couldn’t bother to investigate, at least.
He was always a desirable champion to any cause that came his way, being seven feet tall, well strong, and intelligent. He avoided most grand adventures, but it didn’t take much to convince him to help, especially when it was a lady who asked him.
Reman - 2E 503
Reman paced back and forth over and over. He cursed his grandfather for giving him the name of such a hero, because of that he had yet another name to live up to. How could he compete with Reman Cyrodiil? Or even his own grandfather, Attrebus Sosildor? None of it mattered, he cursed it all.
He found himself winding his way back to the inn, donning a cloak so as not to be seen for who he was. Not that he really did need to, he was in Valenwood, where hardly anyone would actually recognize him, but he was nervous nonetheless.
Gelryth - 4E 213
Gelryth wiped the ash from his goggles. He slogged across the ruined land that was his home. Perhaps for the last time, as he was migrating all of his belongings to the mainland. It wasn’t as if he had anything left. His “family” had scattered to the wind, and many had died.
Gelryth already had things lined up, he’d move to Mournhold, and help in the continued reconstruction, somehow.
Lucien - 2E 450
Prince Lucien groaned as he rose to his feet, rubbing his eyes. One might have thought that being kidnapped by pirates would be a more exciting ordeal, but he’d hardly found any of the past month to be even worth journaling. The pirates let him be, really, treating him fairly, and allowing him to stay in comfort, but that was about it. At the least, he considered, it was a welcome stay from the university, drab place that it was.
He leaned over the side of the ship, looking down at the waters. He looked up then, watching as the land went by. They must’ve been in Hammerfell by then. It was warm, and the breeze was strong enough to keep one cool. After a few long moments of contemplation, he turned to face the pirate crew, to watch them again.
They seemed to, on the whole, pay him little mind, which was, in a way, refreshing. It felt better than being a constant spectacle at court.
Reynald - 2E 450
It was a simple job, just sneak in, steal the jewel, and sneak out. It was hardly supposed to be any kind of a challenge, but he could feel something in the pit of his stomach. The home was old, too old, and it seemed that it was ready to reveal his location with every step along the way. Still, the able thief snuck in, finding access through the roof, and from there he slithered through the attic.
Everything seemed to be going fine until a sudden breakage of the boards beneath him. He didn’t dare to leap after his foot went through the floor beneath him, deciding then to simply allow himself to slip to the room below. That was his worst mistake.
After falling through the floor into the room below he landed on a bed: an occupied bed. Reynald turned to face who he was next to and instantly turned red.
Ayden - 2E 440
The collapse of the Empire had been nothing but good for the people of the Reach. The Empire that held up the kingdoms of their oppression was gone, and now those kingdoms were shattered too. Ayden had been assigned to lead a band of the Timbercrow south, in hopes of expanding their general prospects. War-ravaged Cyrodiil seemed the ideal target.
Hey there! I’ve been completely obsessed with TES ever since the drop of the new Oblivion remaster, so figured I’d write up a prompt set in the world of Tamriel! The writing above is really meant to "set the scene" generally, not to create any sort of firm material. I wanted to work out in-conversation the exact particularities of this whole deal, so I made it mostly nondescript, but I love loads of ideas!
For a clarification first of all: this RP is set in the end of the first era, this is out of the scope of any games, for good reason: I want to explore original ideas in world building and in main stories.
Now, there are loads of ideas that could develop, too! But I do want to place some limiters: I do not want to involve Khajiit and Argonians in any romantic ways. My preference in terms of character’s I’d play would be Nords (or Skaal), Breton, Imperial, or Dunmer. I’d be interested in playing across a Bosmer, Imperial, Redguard, Nord (or Skaal), Dunmer, Breton, or Altmer.
Important: I exclusively RP on Discord, and I’m likely categorized as lit to novella, but I vary depending on the partner. I also RP only in third person. I also do not do slow burns.
For the NSFW elements: I’m a switch, fine to play whatever. I tend to have a preference towards shorter characters with large breasts and asses, with generally more fit characters on both sides, although some weight is fine. I also love to include height difference, either way.
Kinks: Breeding, pregnancy, height difference, body worship, foot play, casual nudity, cock worship, cock warming, cock slapping, cock kissing, soft to hard, man handling, control, romance, outdoor sex, sudden sex, heat of the moment sex, over the clothes
Limits: Noncon, age gaps, hyper, anal, rimming, vomit, incest, beastiality, gore, snuff, infidelity/cheating, polyamory, male foot play, foot sniffing, heavy scent play
