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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*

[Acadian]

Buffy:

Buffy could see Kayla was still embarrassed about her accent and tried to put the high elf at ease. “I pronounce it Buffy, but one time I encountered some followers of Sanguine in the forests north of Skingrad who insisted on calling me ‘Buffet’. She wrinkled her face and, with a crooked smile, held both arms out to her sides. “I’m afraid they found me to be rather slim pickings.”

Believing her joke was responsible for the smile that blossomed on Kayla's face, Buffy glanced at the Redguard. He had mentioned the Adventurers Guild and perhaps knew something about the pending Sutch expedition. “Oh, speaking of food. . . Tarrick, I know the Count’s Arms is a nice inn but do you know if they put out good meals as well?”

Before the Redguard could answer, Ylenno swept into view, struck up a bardic pose and poetically recommended the group of would be adventurers join him at the Count’s Arms. Buffy remembered the tall (for a Bosmer) elf from Bravil and seeing him recently bump into the armor-plated Altmeri lass who stood nearby - Ylenno referred to her as Elandine. Ylenno’s attention quickly shifted from Kayla to Buffy as he added, “What say you, sister of Bravil? Will the Lady Dame accept this wastrel, absurdly handsome rogue’s offer? T’would break my heart into two if you refuse, but such is the way of romance.”

Despite the elf’s brashness and funny hair, Buffy felt a slight flush rise above the neckline of her blouse. She was still grieving from the loss of her mate. Even though it had been quite some time, how could any man or mer ever compete with the ghost of Savlian Matius? The mighty hero who loved her had died in Buffy’s arms as they helped clear the last of the Daedra from Castle Kvatch. Stop it, Buffy! This Bosmeri bard likely pours his silken words at the feet of every lass that catches his eye. Buffy was nervous. The little elf’s nurturing nature was sometimes mistaken for flirting, and extricating herself in such cases was one area where her skills were rather poor. She was a deadly sniper but, at close range, found men to be quite confusing creatures.

Numbers, she decided. With Kayla and, hopefully, Elandine along they could support and extract each other from any awkward situations. “If the rest of our little group here will join us as well, I’d be delighted to share a cup of tea and hear what we have all learned so far about this pending expedition.”

This post has been edited by Acadian: Jan 28 2013, 04:10 PM