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Veric

The staff burst into flames in Veric's hands yet so long as there something solid to hold on to, he continued to grasp it. An arrow nearly missed his arm and pierced the flames that the staff had become but Veric was too interested to be bothered with the projectile.

His burnt trembling hands were left with a piece of parchment. He read it over, found it uninteresting and dropped it to the ground, quickly recomposing himself. Veric, faced with several people he did not know, addressed the first who had shot an arrow at him, simply with an odd, "It's not a good idea to shoot arrows at me."

He then turned to the Argonian and the man whom he was caring for, "Who is he?" gesturing towards the beaten Karn.

???, Near Swampy Cave

A young man surveyed his surroundings. He crouched and waited, a cheap iron arrow nocked in an ornate wooden longbow. The air was still save for the sound of a deer lightly grazing. The young man, quite young in fact, no older than 16 years, pulled back the drawstring steadily and took aim at the deer when a small pop of magicka interrupted behind him, startling both him and the target. His mark got away, though he was not bothered by it.

He turned to see what caused the noise when a much louder "pop" rang from Hero's Hill accompanied with a flash of light. The young man ducked instinctively at the sound, only to catch a glimpse of a woman lying in a clearing in th e direction of the original noise.

His eyes widened and the arrow fell from the bow and stuck into the ground as he ran to the body. He fell to his knees beside her and the first thing that struck him was the beauty of the person who lay before him. Her greyish skin shimmered with sweat in the sunlight and, although she was unconcious, a distressed look was written across her face.

He extended his left arm under her kneck and lifted her into a sitting position then extended his knee to support her back. With his other arm, he reached around his back, grabbed his flask of water, popped the cap to it and asked in a tone not so deep as an aged man's though lower than a young boy's, "Hey... Are you okay?"

Had her eyes of anguish opened and peered into his of concern she would see a young, timid but handsome man, probably of Nordic descent with some Imperial in him. His skin was well tanned, his sun-stained blonde hair was loose and uncut. It would appear he lived in the wilderness...

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: Jan 15 2007, 09:57 PM