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[Uleni Athram]

The Shadow Under Fort Sutch
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Things were slowly going back to normal.

The momentous events of the Crisis were undeniable and unforgettable, but as time marched on ever forward, so too did the memories of fire and Oblivion slowly fade. The Empire, battered and bruised, laid low the Prince of Destruction and His unholy legions with the help from her sons and the Divines. They paid a heavy price, for the glorious line of the Septims ended with the shattering of the Amulet, and Martin's ascension to the splendors of Aetherius. The Ruby Throne lies unseated, the Crown unwore. The Scepter that commanded red legions to conquest commands them no more. The last divinity of Tiber's line stands petrified in the bloodlines' last moment of glory. A grave price indeed, one that would echo and change the Empire's fate forever, but it was a price they willingly paid. To maintain balance and order in the world of mortals. The populace all over the Empire contributed heavily into itz rebuilding. The toils of restoring the glory that was Cyrodiil slowly helped ease the shock and the horror. The Crisis would never be forgotten, yes, but in time it would be fade.

Things were slowly going back to normal.

From Bruma to Leyawiin, from Cheydinhal to wounded Kvatch, news spread of the collaboration between the three Guilds of Anvil. Even wounded Kvatch has heard, and the Empire bristled with curiousity and excitement. Even the other provinces took ear of the Expedition, headed by the famous Oedipus Nebraska, he who is renowned in the land for his deeds of daring. The eyes of this veteran adventurer has seen something in the darkness below Fort Sutch, and is eager to drag it into the light of discovery. All manner of characters and personalities are drawn to this expedition. The thrill of journeying forth in a strange land? The riches and rewards of fame it allures the world with? The discovery of secrets long buried by the ancients, whether it be damning or enlightening? Or the chance to create history with their own hands?

The Shadow under Fort Sutch detests the light from above, and will test those who invade if they are strong enough to even uncover its barest of secrets.....

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OOC: Okay, the introduction is finished. Since DE is the first poster, please, do your magic and let's get this show on the road! *roars*

[King Of Beasts]

Westley:

Westley spent the night tossing and turning because of the endless nightmares of his father's death. Coming back to Anvil triggered all of the painful memories that he had been running from for so long to return, and when the guards took him to the castle to interrogate him in the morning, it added on to the heaping amounts of stress already on his shoulders.

The familiar man pointed to a table with silver plates, platters, and cups of mouth-watering foods and drink.

"Please eat first before we begin. Once again, I apologize for this severe inconvenience, but there's been an alarming reports of werewolves entering the city. Your person was the closest to its last known location, and I've wanted to ask you about it, but please, eat first."

The Familiar man's expression was more stern than his tone. Upon inspecting the food, Westley noticed that most of it was his father's favorites. Shock ensnared him as he eyeballed the food, and he became somewhat distressed.

Is this man trying to remind me of my father's death? Is this his way if breaking my will so I'll admit of my lycanthropy? This is just sick. I won't stand this...I can't take it! The nightmares were bad enough, now he's toying with me like a car and mouse?! I won't stand for this!

A rage built up in Westley like he's never felt before. For a brief moment he lost control, and flipped over the table while screaming in agony at the painful memories that had haunted him. He turned to the familiar man.

"DO YOU NOT THINK THAT THE NIGHTMARES OF MY FATHER'S DEAth HAUNT ME ENOUGH? DO YOU NOT SEE THAT I'VE ALREADY BLED MYSELF? YOU TAUNT ME WITH MY FATHER'S FAVORITE MEALS, AND STAND THERE DEMANDING I EAT THEM?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!"

Westley sat down the chair and buried his face in his hands when the tears began to exit his eyes and roll down his cheeks. Westley looked back up t the mess he made, and silently got up and cleaned everything before sitting back down in the chair, and wiped the tears from his face. The familiar man stared speechless, a surprised look in his face.

"I'm sorry. Please excuse my outburst. So you want to know about this werewolf? I knew you'd question me. I was the only person wandering the streets when the werewolf was spotted. I'd be suspicious to. But please, hear me out. If you're suspecting me, please reconsider your suspicions. I saw a shadow pass by when I was entering the chapel. The only reason I was out that late is because I had just gotten to Anvil. I was already tired, and I but nervous when I got here because I had been chased down by a few animals on my way

Westley took a deep breath before continuing.

"The shadow that passed by the chapel really unnerved me, and at the same time I had heard some screaming in the distance. I went to the chapel to cure a disease I contracted from a rat. I really wanted a room at the count's arm's because I heard about a few brawls breaking out at the flowing bowl, and rumors if an all-female gang robbing men over there. I was tired and stressed from the trip, and when you came questioning me about why i was here, I snapped. I'm sorry if I offended you last night. It was kind if you to let me sleep this morning before taking me for interrogation."

Westley fiddled with the straps of his shirt before continuing.

"I came here to join the adventurers guild, because I seek fame and fortune. Please, I don't mean anyone harm, and I'm sorry if I alarmed you."

He slyly changed the subject before continuing.

"I have a question for you sir. You look so familiar, but I can't remember your name. Who are you"

Westley eyed the familiar man closely, expecting him to be able to recall all of his lost memories of his life in Anvil.

This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Jan 25 2013, 05:21 AM