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[Tellie]

The first one.

Ok, so this is the next one...please just continue posting

[ShogunSniper]

It was a days ride north of Bruma.

Sadril Darothril, a shady character was standing in his room in the upstairs of a tavern in Falcreath. He stared out his window as the sun rose to midday, and he began to get drowzy. He removed his dark, worn Shrouded Armor and placed his semi-famous Katana on the floor next to his bed.

The sword had been his only true companion, the only thing he could rely on in this world to always be there, always work properly. His old friends had all died of old age some time ago, yet his own face and skin remained as smooth and clear ashen colored as any young Dunmer's.

He layed in his bed, covered up to protect himself from the severe Nordic cold and the vengeful sunlight shining through the window. But he did not sleep. His eyes, glazed over and misty, were almost completely void of the signature blaring red Dunmeri pupils; perhaps a lght shade of pink if the light was right. They stared into space, unwavering.

The shadows spoke to him. One of the few things of this world that do not lie are shadows. They define what is dark and what is light as clearly as good and bad,night and day, dead and alive.

Or do they?

As of late the shadows tell of dark things. Murders avenged with execution. Execution avenged with assassination. Hatred replaced by more hatred, and where would it end? Who would stop it? But, most importantly, what would come of it? These questions Sadril could not concentrate on, for his moment of rest was interrupted by a knocking on his room door.

Sadril sat up with an unamused look across his face. The knocking came again, "Sir? Sir?! Are you in there?" A female Nordic voice called through the door.

Sadril got up slowly and opened the door. Realising the stunning beauty of the fiery haired woman knocking at his door, he quickly changed his expression to that of a pleasant one, "Can I help you mada--" he said in a still dreary voice, interrupted by the sight of fine cuisine on a steaming plate.

"Your lunch, Sir," she said with a cheerful smile.

"Thank you so much," he returned politely, "But I am not hungry right now so if you could you send my thanks to the chef."

"But--" Too late, Sadril closed the door on her rather quickly.

"They need to stop sending amateurs, trying to poison me..." (?!) he muttered drearily while climbing back into bed, this time facing away from the door. Several minutes passed and Sadril began to drift into sleep when his keen senses picked up something again.

The door has opened... Someone has entered my room.... No armor.... (If you were observant, you'd notice his Katana was no longer laying on the ground.) Sadril waited until the figure was close enough when he flung the blankets up into the air as a distraction, and rammed his crimson blade, concealed under his covers, through the gut of the intruder before the sheets returned to the ground.

A fiery haired Nord woman dropped a pile of blankets and stood there teary-eyed, before collapsing.

"compassion!" Was all Sadril said when he realised what he had done. Quickly he gathered his belongings, wrapped his black robe and hood around him tightly, cast an invisibility spell and went to find another inn to stay at. That'll cause a ruckus with the guards...

Enter Sadril

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: Apr 25 2006, 05:12 PM

[Kiln]

Rahvin, Outisde Agnar's Manor

You need this contract? You aren't the one threatened with life in a penal colony. he thought bitterly.  He was getting rather tired of Deagan's commentary, but he did have to work with him on this.

"I'm coming." he answered, stepping out into the snowy cold. "There aren't any tracks to follow." he lamented. There was so much snow falling that whatever tracks were there minutes ago had now disappeared.

"Which way?"

Deagan, Agnar Manor Grounds

Deagan looked around quickly trying to spot anything that might point them in the right direction, he took a knee and looked around him for anthing that stood out but there was nothing. All signs that anyone had passed through here were gone. He looked to Rahvin, unhappy to admit that he had no idea.

"I don't know which way to go...I can't see a thing." Deagan said as he shielded his eyes from the snow

It was colder than it had been earlier and a storm had begun to pick up outside, the snow was coming down hard and the tracks had long been covered by a thick layer of snow just as Rahvin had stated.

Deagan tried to look around but it was little use, he could barely see anything in this weather.

"We should find the road and keep close to it...the noble is not likely to wander far from it in this weather." Deagan yelled over the whistling of the wind around him