Setting: the dragon war in Skyrim.

Premise: With the return of the dragons, Skyrim is on edge. All the people are worried that at any time, they could die. This RP is about a group of dragons in allegiance to Alduin.

Tone: this is a serious RP and there will be death (the players possibly and their enemies).

Character rules: try not to make your character basically Alduin, at best being an elder dragon.

Posting rules: players will have a week to post, and don't post anything inappropriate, gruesome (unless previously discussed) or off topic. Character name must be in Dovahzul and dialogue can be full Dovahzul or at least 75% (like paarthurnax or Alduin).

Name: Dovahsefus

Blood dragon

Is just a baby and still headstrong. no backstory

Dovahsefus stretches his wings and yawns because he just woke up. He walks to the mouth of his cave and looks out. Sensing another dragon near his cave he roars a warning and launches out of the cave.

Name: Vendumir

Race: Frost Dragon

Appearance: Matte grey overall with patches of rusty red. Large arched wings on a light, spindly body. Truncated spikes run along back.

Backstory: A minor creation of Akatosh's. Spent a long time hiding from foes in the Wrothgarian Mountains. Now senses the power of a new overlord and is drawn to Skyrim to serve.

Personality: Traditional runt-of-the-litter mindset with a compulsion to please the strongest. Firmly believes that might makes right and that this could never be otherwise. Values the art of graceful and enduring flight, a sole individual talent, sometimes more than the draconic instincts to dominate and conquer.

Vendumir cruises in the medium-high airspace with the rising sun on the left horizon. Backswept wings maintain steady flow and stable lift. Not a single joint moves for breaths and breaths on end. A time exists such that Vendumir avoids these speeds. Now the knowledge pulls stronger than self-preservation.

There is an overlord in Mundus. In recent past, this is not so. Vendumir's memory holds many cycles without indication of service-worthy kin in known territory. Hardened lids shrink tighter around vibrant irises, partially for the cold slipstream and partially for the fighting instinct. Tendrils of anticipation extend from Vendumir in an exact image of the memory trail behind the dragon. They sense battle.

The bottom of the air ahead stands in rows of bright-coated summits. Sensations of kin are scattered here. One of the signatures is perched nearby. Vendumir's scales bristle out to catch the resistance. Soaring gives way to clumsy flapping.

The other is a slightly weathered nonhostile superior. Vendumir relaxes most muscles and hovers, awaiting reaction. The elder always speaks first.

My character's name is Graagahfus and he proudly calls himself a Blood Dragon. However the long years he spent living in Falkreath forests changed him noticeably - he differs from others of his kind in a similar way as the Feyfahliiil differ from other elves. His body became slimmer, his scales even more green and his senses heightened greatly.

He tends to avoid his resposibilities and tries to approach every problem as logically as possible - usually to finally decide it's not worth taking care of.

After the rumors of Alduin forming his allegiance reached Graagahfus, he decided to fight for him to prove, that "Fus" in his name is not just an irony. But first, he needs to find him and other allies.

Graagahfus runs through the backwoods of southern Skyrim in a forceful gallop. His mind is driven by both overwhelming excitement and a will to fight. Every step he makes heats his muscles up and creates an illusion of becoming closer to the destination - but what is his destination? Once in a while he rises up into the air to check if his wings still remember how to fly.

Graagahfus is not really interested in other races' affairs - as long as he can have a peaceful life, surrounded by nature, with plenty of game to hunt - but now something pushes him forward, further and further, against his will, to the lands he has never seen before.

Sun gently warms his back and reflects in dark green scales all the way to the spiked end of his tail.

'Shul. Dii brit shul. - what would I do without you?' - He thinks and suddenly notices a presence of another Dovah... Ni! More than one! His senses never fooled him...

Dovahsefus lands because he smelled fire and heared a thu'um. Being the headstrong young male he was, Dovahsefus went to investigate the desterbance and in the middle of take-off, he runs into Kalfeynsuum by accident

Graagahfus decides to ignore the presence he feels. He moves on, this time flying in the air. After the forests thin out slightly the distressing feeling intensifies. Simultaneously an unexpected picture could be seen from above: a group of people helplessly trying to put out the fire, which consumes over twenty evergreen trees in the closest area. He hastened nervously and strained his eyes looking at the horizon. Suddenly he sees four faint profiles in the distance. Dovah? Could it be?
Graagahfus lands as slowly as his long-unused wings let him and carefuly comes closer to where this mysterious encounter takes place. A fear that he can meet potential enemies there is thrown away quickly. Curiosity wins. And now he can see them: four of his kind, one obviously superior to the others. Luckily they didn't notice him yet.