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[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir, with a glass of mead in hand and a flushed face, approached the sombre looking Imperial. He offered his free hand.

"The name's Flogir. I was just wondering, now with that Dunmer gone, what that was all about? Seems odd for a sudden attack like that, but I guess you two have a history of some sorts?" he inquired, looking at the Imperial thoughtfully.

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

The Silhouette, Near Cheydinhal


The Silhouette's influence was growing, countless were answering his call. All the goblins from the mountains, thousands, would answer his call. For now they waited in their caves, while the bandits all moved into the Valus mountains. Silnder rode into the came followed by seven mages who were of different positions within the mages guild. Dark brotherhood assasins came too, along with blackwood company soldiers. The Silhouette and the rest of the Möldairê stopped with their rides through the forest, their shadow was already a rumour around Cyrodiil. The voice of the Silhouette was heard everywhere in the minds of those who were wicked. A tribe of Orcs came down from the Velothi mountains, though not evil at first, orcs grew angry at being called barbarian, and all the prejudice. The count of Cheydinhall and morrowind had long drivin them into the mountains. No longer, now they would strike back.

The silver tongued leader of the black bow bandits marched up to the mountains one day, follwed by around three hundred archers. Rendav was famous for her wits and the Silhouette was expecting her.

"Greetings Dark One," she bowed before him.

"Speak for me..." the Silhouette hissed, he was not visible in the dark cave, all that was seen was two glowing purple eyes.. He had sent her a message that she would be his archer leader along with being his communication to any normal people who wanted to visit.

Kayark-gro-yalash came down from morrowind followed by five hundred orc warriors. "We fight for you, and freedom!" he said bowing his head and lifting his enourmous battle axe. Durzog riders came in bearing news that the empire was fearful, but had not yet learned of what exactly was in the mountains

"They will never know what who was up here" the silhouette said in an evil whisper. "I am a myth, to them, only a myth" he said looking over Cyrodiil from the high mountains.