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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*

[Lycanthropic-Legend]

Macalla Vibecke:

The Dark Brotherhood was destroyed. Most of them. Every day she only heard rumors of more death. The Black Hand leadership had been destroyed by a traitor and all those brothers and sisters . . .slaughtered.

There were more sanctuaries in Cyrodiil, scattered all over the province. And while there were many assassins of the guild alive, she was one of the dead. Dead to the Brotherhood. She hoped that none of them would seek to find her, for her blood and soul by right, belonged to Sithis. The Night Mother's children would surely want to pursue her after he deeds.

For years she had skulked in the shadows. That hidden blade. That moving darkness. The dagger which slips quietly into the bones to extinguish the last vestiges of life. Their bodies crumble, and their souls are sent to the void . .. A lifetime of suffering. She watched them cry and shudder, and pray that they might wake up from that awful dream which was nightmare made into reality all the while she was in her own nightmares of regret. Compassion. Love . . .for the lives she had taken.

But no more. Life for a former assassin was going to be difficult, and only a liar would claim that no more blood would be shed. The truth is that if one’s entire talent was killing, then it would forever be their curse. But at times, killing wasn’t entirely a bad thing. Not when it is for the greater good our out of necessity. No more will the innocent perish by my hands. I will always walk in the light of Stendarr, and drag the darkness into it whenever I can, thought the woman. She couldn’t imagine a life without killing. The art has forged her life onto that. But she knows she can make something as dark as taking a life onto something noble.

Macalla Vibecke, in her lithe frame drowning in the shapelessness her white robes of the Vigilantes of Stendarr, glared through narrow, green eyes. Her short brown hair, hung loose from her head in a creative fashion. Nestled at her side was a silver longsword, which she carried with her everywhere she went. It was a fine blade, ideal for slaying witches, vampires and werewolves. And this expedition into Fort Sutch would give her the opportunity to further walk into the light, and away from the darkness. She would be a beacon for her people and those who are too weak to defend themselves.

“Some food, please.” She spoke in a soothing, simplistic manner of speaking that could easily lead anyone to believe she never was allied with the Dark Brotherhood. Let alone one of their notorious killers.

She rested her elbows on the counter as she waited for her food at the Count’s Arms. It had been a year since her salvation and membership into the Knights of the Nine and the Vigilantes of Stendarr. There was peace in her heart ever since she finished her pilgrimage to the Wayshrines. And ever since the Oblivion Crisis ended, the threat of Daedra was being rooted out wherever they hide. But today, the strong warrior of the light that was Lady Vibecke would forgo a hunt for abominations for a nice plate full of food. Her mouth was watering at the smell and sight of her order being prepared, her silverware was already in her hands.

The plate came. It was a nice steaming order of diced apples, melted cheese with a loaf of bread, a pile of fresh vegetable and chicken breast to add to the flavor. Macalla’s eyes gleamed with light as she was given her food. And just as she was about to bite into it, the door to the entrance opened and all of the loud chatter of the tavern died down into an awkward silence.

A hooded figure entered the inn wearing a black robe, not even bothering to glance at those around him. There was an aura of polished cultivation and yet something else that came along with it. An air of leadership came from this man. His expressive orange-colored eyes were set straight ahead to a flight of stairs as he marched to the rooms.

I wonder who this man is . . .is he here for the Adventurer’s Guild?

This post has been edited by Lycanthropic-Legend: Jan 26 2013, 09:48 PM