QUOTE(mirocu @ Nov 14 2014, 10:35 AM)

He was high-level and well-equipped but severely outnumbered and he had to summon all his skills in battle just to be able to leave the ruin alive.
Gets your adrenaline going, doesn't it? Well here is the story of someone who didn't fare so well as Lothran and Saga.
Middas, 11:41 am, Second Seed 29; 4th Era Year 5
The man's name was Horace Tyrelus, a bronze-skinned Imperial born and raised in the Heartlands.
Horace had met the blond-haired elf known as Lady Saga several days earlier, up in Chorrol. At first glance, he already knew who she was. Great with a bow, talented in the arts of Conjuration, Restoration, and Alchemy, and she knew how to live off the land for days upon days, without real food from civilization in her belly. She could sleep in rain, and her constitution was tough as nails. Though not Fighters Guild herself, word about Saga had been spreading through the guild for awhile.
Horace, a young man away from his family for the first real time, had joined the guild in Chorrol not long before meeting Saga. When she had first stepped inside his hall, he had done a double-take.
"Might I be of locating one Dunmer knownst as Modryn?"
"What?" Horace had asked.
"Sorry. My native tongue, it confuses. Modryn... is he here?"
But Modryn Oren had not been there. And Horace had assumed that would be the end of their conversation, but the elf known as Saga had continued. She asked him what he was skilled at, and what sort of background he had? "I don't like to boast but..." Horace had answered shyly.
At the time, he didn't know that his talents were being prospected by the blond elf before him, he had assumed she'd walk away at some point, raising her hand in dismissal. But things had not gone that way. And now here he was, with
her, days after being hired for 200 gold. In the last several days he had seen more of Cyrodil, and braved more action, than he had seen in his previous eighteen years. He had been in the Imperial City before, for instance, but he had never seen the Arcane University's inside until three or four days ago.
Three or four days? ... Why not three? Why not four? .... The answer: because he had been so many places, and seen so many things, that he was starting to lose count. But he knows he's seen the inside of the Arcane University, and that's a very big deal to a former stablehand such as himself.
He had also fought several enemies along the way between the Imperial City and Skingrad: they had fought scamps and mages outside an Ayleid ruin; imps, rats, and goblins had randomly tried to thwart him and his crew as they traveled. But they had all fallen, and he had survived. And had some gold. With 263 gold currently burgeoning in his pockets ( imagine that?! ), he had seen more gold in one week than he had seen in .... many many years.
Overall it gave him pleasure to think the lady known as Saga had picked HIM, when she had been looking for his boss. Horace knew that Modryn and Saga had traveled together before, Modryn bragged about it all the time. But she had picked HIM over Modryn. Aerin from Valenwood had never allowed him to go inside any lairs or caves (yet), but Modryn didn't need to know this.
If I survive Kvatch, maybe I'll go back to Chorrol with a big old smile on my face, and boast a bit to Modryn, thinks Horace Tyrelus, former stablehand from the Heartlands.
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Rumor was there had been trouble in Kvatch. The whole city had been burned to the ground years ago, but this sort of trouble was a lot more mundane than daedra and Oblivion gates. BANDITS! Bandits had been rumored to have taken over the whole place. Not just four or six, but dozens of them. Rumor had it that several bandit clans, West Weald and Gold Coast, had joined together to form the largest organization of outlaws ever seen in Cyrodiil.
"But if the rumors are true, then I pity those who must face her," Horace tells the elf Saga had picked up back in Skingrad. The elf's name was Arthor. or Erthor. Something like that. Erthor. That's it, with an 'E'. Erthor and Saga claimed to already know one another.
"Is that so?"
"Without question. Saga from Valenwood will take them down, one by one."
Saga had a talent for long-range covert attacks. Great with a bow, and even deadlier with a crossbow. Horace had witnessed this several times. She had a knack for knowing which way the wind was blowing, how off-center she'd have to aim her silent attacks, and rarely failed if her approach was not interrupted.
"I do not think she will falter, but I am glad to be at her side," said Horace Tyrelus on the last day of his life.
"Be seeing you."
This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Nov 16 2014, 01:55 AM