Anarys paused, the occasion where he learned this to spot swordwielding hands etched in his memory. They were gathered in the middle of the village, the captain speaking to his troops, two soldiers holding a badly bruised man 'we're here to find the rest of these brigands. And here's how you can tell them from the rest.' He drew his sword, ruthlessly cutting the man's hand, before pinning on his blade and presenting it to the men 'Look well at these calluses. That's the mark of a swordman. Anyone with hands like that is a brigand, not a farmer'

Before answering, Anarys once again traced the tell-tale calluses from sword wielding on her hands "That's something I've learned long ago. I had a good look at your hands ? here, and there.. only swordwielding leaves that sort of traces. I'd say you're into archery too. Though I hope to recieve something gentler than a swordstrike form your hands."

Dhern took a seat and scratched timbers head. He nodded as the man answered him. Dhern couldn't help but feel curious, He hadn't seen a traveller of the divine for many years. But something told him this man was more then a healer. "You must be on a pilgrimage then, I had a feeling you were a follower. It's a reliefe to know there is another healer in the city during these troubeling times. what temple do you come from?"





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WinterHold

The sun was in its decline of the sky above the heavy clouds. The guard positions where being switched, new guards taking over for the others to start their eight hour shift in patrols and standing in the towers. Civilians were walking around in the streets going home or to the local Mead hall. Some just randomly walked around for they had nothing better to do. Houses were smoking from the chimneys as Fires roared in the fireplaces. Soldiers were on standby in the barracks and the Militia Captain, Savrus Windspitter was walking amongst the street near the northern port gates. His fur armor hid chain mail underneath, also keeping in warmth. His head lacked any hair and his brown eyes looked like crystal balls in the cold weather.

At his back he hung a twin bladed silver axe which glimmered with enchantment. He had just now entered the north western watch tower. Checking up on the guard positions making sure no one was, lacking in their duties. On the bottom floor held a small resting area where extra guards sat relaxing In their easy duty, being back up. He headed up the circling stair way and soon reached the top climbing the ladder and peering through the trap door which was open and saw two guards in their position. He kept himself unknown to them, making a quick nod and climbed back down.

He stood there for a brief moment hearing their conversation. Soon one of the other guards climbed the stairs meeting him. "Hail commander!" He said with a cheerful tone. Savrus gave a small smile and then one of the guards up top gave out a yell, calling to his partner. Savrus' Eyes widened and he climbed the ladder. When he peered his head above he saw the guard looking out to the sea and then attempted to yell out something but soon he was struck with an arrow to the back and fell over the side. "What in oblivion?" He yelled out and looked down at the other guard. "To the gate now!" The guard gave a "Yes sir" then hurried down the stairs.

Savrus soon followed but stopped at the small resting room. "Get up you lazy buffoons, We are under attack!" The guards jumped to their feet grabbing their weapons and followed savrus outside. "Stay at the gate I'll alert the soldiers and the garrison!" But the men had stood there staring at a dead guard and a tall figure stood over the corpse, its silvery blade in the shape of a skinny Scimitar. Savrus pushed himself to run swiftly and soon the City bell sounded off. Relief had rushed through him but it was not over. He looked at the opened port gates and his face fell pale, all color washed away. A massive number of enemies standing outside the gate. They all were tall figures wearing black chain mail with Red cloth hung over the armor and red cloths wrapping around their head bellow their black helmets, only their eyes could be seen.

Savrus had no time to linger, the soldiers and city guard had poured at the gate and soon the sound of steel and cried of pain were heard. Savrus started up the road running as fast as he was able to get to the keep to alert and tell the city ruler, Ghaldrim Mist-eye about the threat that had swiftly and silently made it's way to the gates. Soon he had made it, forcing the entry doors wide open and ran up to the count with heavy breathing. "By the nine what is going on Savrus?" He ordered.
"My lord, we are being sieged!" Ghaldrim' eyes widened and fear had flushed across his face.
"By who?" He yelled out and his adviser had rushed into the hall.
"I do not know my lord, But they wear black mail with red cloth. Their faces are well hidden with red scarf's and black helms!" Savrus had caught his breath and stood tall. Soon the doors flung open again and a guard with blood running down his arm scurried across the floor.
"My liege, the numbers are far greater then out own, or men are falling quickly!." Savrus shook his head.
"We need to abandon the city!" Ghaldrim shot a disagreeing glance.
"We can not leave the city to these invaders! I will die before seeing myself flee my city!"
"Would you ask of that of your family my lord? Your wife and two sons?" Ghaldrim' face went from anger to sadness when the mention of his family was cast into the fire. "My lord, We need to evacuate and retreat, make for the village of Amol!"
"My lord?" The high elf adviser asked now wanting Ghaldrim' answer more so then Savrus.
"Fine! Sound for the retreat, we need to get the civilians out first and then the soldiers, Any wounded able to walk will do so, any who can't?" He paused with a grim look about him. "Leave them in the streets." Savrus nodded.
"Soldier, I know you bleed heavily but I ask of you to do one more service, sound the retreat and give order' to defend the civilians until the city is only with our men and the enemy, when they are out we make our way to Amol!."
"Right away sir!"

The man had placed his free arm over his wound and hurried back out side. Now Ghaldrim' body guards were now gathering around him, each in stalhrim armor, Savrus taking position in front of the escort. It only took few minutes to evacuate the city, the defensive line was now falling back and the Invaders had spread threw out the city. The escort of Ghaldrim had bumped into a small group of enemies and Savrus found himself in combat against an enemy with great skill with its sword, making for a skillful battle. The foe had made a thrust of his blade but Savrus had parried using the handle of his axe to push the blade down and then slid the axe till the blade was caught between the handle and one of the twin blades. The enemy struggled trying to pry the sword out but it wouldn't budge. But soon the struggle ended when Savrus pushed his enemy onto the ground the sword thrown away from the fight then raising the axe above his head and letting it move down chopping at the enemies skull.

Savrus then took it's other blade which was kept sheathed at it's side. It was curious on how the foe didn't take it when he fell. But taking no mind to why, he took the blade from the sheath and carried it with him, again escorting Ghaldrim out of the city.

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Dawnstar

Smoke had risen from the east and the look out patrolling the walls around the city had noticed. He squinted his eyes to see what was the cause. His eyes soon widened as he noticed the direction. the smoke was rising from Winterhold, The city had been sieged for sure, there would be no other explanation with the recent reports of a large fleet. The man after soon realizing the reality soon sprinted down the tower stairs. Pushing two of his brothers in arms aside as they walked up the steps, one almost falling behind him. He had no time to stop and explain, his only objective was to reach the king, and then wait for a messenger to arrive, Hopefully the matter wasn't as he feared it would be, Winter hold held half of the Skyrim legion.

Another fellow guard was knocked aside this one falling backwards onto the street. But this man ran still to his objective. He had now reached the swurving road leadign to the castle, His legs were paining and his chest hurting, but he still ran. He reached the tall stairs and the nthe wooden doors, he pushed them violently and when he had entered the throne room he collapsed to his knees gasping for breath, his right hand clentching at his chest feeling his heart beat. Frethral Silverbeard immidiatly stood and Argus, The commanding officer of the guard and the legion station of Dawnstar, had already started helping the man up. Frethral was outraged but at the same time curious and confused.

"Why do you barge your way into the throne room lad?" He stepped down from his throne and Argus had helped the man over. "M..My leige... S...sm..smoke from..win..winter.." The man was cut off with Frethrals trembeling and angered voice.
"Winterhold?!" The man gave a weak nod. "Are you sure?" The man didn't answer right away, he gave a minut to catch his breathing then stood tall.
"Yes my lord, My eyes do not trick me, the smoke is rising even now." The man pointed out the throne doors which still held open, The entrance of the castle faced the direction of winterhold. Frethral looked out and saw smoke, but in his mind he didn't want to believe what the man was saying, or that the smoke he was seeing was coming from the neighboring city.

"This Can not be! Argus! send a scout to inspect Winterhold, tell him to make all haste if the city was sieged I want to know of it!"
"Yes my lord! Do you want me to put the soldiers we have now on alert, and suited for invasion?" Frethral had turned around to pace himself.
"Have them ready. Dawnstar will not be taken, Not while Im the king!" Frethral gave a shout and then turned back around and proceeded to the throne. Argus didn't answer, he just gave a bow then walked out of the throne room His black bear skin cloak waving as a breeze picked up.

"My whole life is a pilgrimage." Robert responded, taking another sigh of the water. I wonder who this man is... Most likely he can't be found around the western end of the city, if he has never seen our hospital and chapter house. Sure, it may be newly built, but many have noticed it already, and had use from the services of my brothers. Surely this man will have heard something..? Perhaps he's just never seen our mark? The Hospitaller scratched his chin, tilting his head slightly and looking at the Nord with a slight hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"My current Tamrielic residence is the chapter house of my Order in this city. Perhaps you will have heard of the Military Hospitaller Order of Mara? I am one of the brothers that have moved here since the hospital was set up; although there are no less than twenty of us knight-brothers here, and a couple dozens of our more peaceful brothers, you will not see us frequently in the public." Robert explained, eyeing the man with interest again, even if most of it did not show. "Although you do not look like someone who would have need of my brothers' services."

"But who are you, then, who asks a question seeking a theological answer? You do not remind me neither of my brothers, nor of the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of the Eight-and-One, descendants of the Divine Crusader."

Zeela giggled and looked away, her face burning. She took a breath and looked back at him. She scooted her chair closer to his and ran her other hand up his muscular arm, and when she reached the shoulder she pulled her hand away and placed it on his chest. She stopped breathing for a bit and she pulled her hand away. She looked into his eyes and bit her lip.
"Yeah, I'm into archery. I have a custom made bow up in my room." She started to shake with happy nerves. Zeela looked out the window and her eyes started to sparkle as the sun went down. She was starting to get groggy from the long day and rested her head on his shoulder. She looked up at him and smiled.
"The sunset is beautiful, don't you think?"

As zeela huddled against him Anarys moved a hand to caress and massage her shoulders "sure it's rather pretty, but I'd rather look at you. Not a chaste and respectful admiration though, I must confess my tastes are rather in unmitigated lust than romance."

Holding her close, he planted a kiss on her hear, making a suggestion for the evening "Skyrim is a damn cols place, how about getting started with a warm bath ? The tub in my room is big enough for two, and I've everything to make it a memorable experience. Scented oils, salts, the works.... After that a good massage to make sure you're properly relaxed, then we'll have plenty of time to sample the bed, as I've nothing waiting for me tomorrow."

Dhern had heard of a hospital being built here in Dawnstar, but he never gave inniciative in seeing it. He felt rather arrogant not puttign that information to use, but it was something he never really thought about. "I hear there was a hospital built here. I never really found time to see it, or look around other then this eastern district. As for me, No I don't seek services, and I am no Divine crusader. Im sorry for not introducing myself, My name is Dhern, Dhern the Hearted. I am a paladin of Akatosh." Dhern gave a bow of his head. "Im not a resident of this fine city, so please forgive my arrogance and these questions." Soon a young Nord had entered his way into the tavern yelling something dhern couldn't understand, but soon many of the Tavern Customers had quickly got from their seats and rushed outside.

"What in the name of Oblivion, is going on?" Dhern said allowed Retorically looking at the door with confusion.
"Theres been an attack on Winterhold!" Helga' voice followed after Dherns question as she appraoched the front window. "Argus the legion commander and guard captain is making an assembly outside." Dhern looked back at the knight. "Seems like your brothers and you will be going on alert." He stood up from his seat and began his way to the front door. If argus was speaking there was reason to be worried.

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Zeela's face grew bright red at the Dunmer's, who she know knew was Anarys, ideas and giggled. She caught her breath as he kissed her ear. She turned her head and gave him a small kiss on the lips to give him a taste. She pulled away, gave a small smile. She cuddled in closer.
"Skyrim is a cold place indeed. And a warm bath sounds lovely." She then had a thought, one that could make her a better swordmistress, and maybe give her a bigger chance of being able to save her brother.
"And after our lovely night, since your in the Fighter's Guild, do you think you can train me even further in the sword arts?" She looked up at him and waited for a reply.

Never the kind to waste an opportunity, Anarys kept his hands busy as Zeela huddled close to him, using the table and her own body to shield his hands from view. Quietly giving her a foretaste of the kind of massages he planned to do. Keeping a facade of impassiveness while finding her blushing extremely amusing.

"Training you with swords ? No problem with that, and my rates are well within your means ? one day of training for a night of fun. And as a bonus it will give a perfect excuse for more warm bathes and massages. Unfortunately, I won't be able to give you my best, my specialty is two-handed swords rather than one-handed ones. No matter what, with my experience as a mercenary, I have plenty of dirty tricks to teach you. The sort that you'll never learn in school but that keep your cute head tied to the equally cute rest of you." Using one hand under the table to hint he could also teach tricks of an other sort.

Robert simply shrugged. "My brothers and I are always ready, Dhern of Akatosh. Although I believe that Master Geoffrey would wish to know in detail anything unusual that may occur, therefore I must stay and find out what is the meaning of the whole commotion." The Hospitaller paused, finishing off his water calmly, as if he did not hear the noises comming in from the outside. Beneath his calm surface, however, Robert was rather intrigued - rumors didn't usually penetrate the thick walls of the Hospitallers' chapter house, and when they did they wouldn't get into the knights' ears due to their strict ways. An attack on a major city of Skyrim, however, was enough to interest the young knight, although he didn't slip down the road of considerations who it may have been.

Slowly rising up from his tabble, Robert muttered a short prayer to Mara, drawing a cross on his forehead with his thumb as he did, then followed Dhern. The Nord, accompanied by a wolf no less, was easy to spot even in the great mess of people at the door. Making his way ovr to the paladin quickly, Robert stopped slightly behind him. "I am Robert d'Altavilla, by the way. It is a great pleasure to meet another servant of the Divine."

Dhern had stopped well behind the crowd and noticed the man had followed due to him giving his name. "A pleasure to meet you aswell." Dhern gave a nod to robert then focused his attention to a heavily armored Nord that stood on some stone blocks which held a frozen fountain. by the looks of the man he was an officer, maybe a high ranking one in the guard or the legion, but it was no dire matter. Dhern just wanted to know what this assembly was about, and maybe his worst fears from these "rumors" would be realized.

"It would be greatly appreciated if I can have everyones attention and the pvssyr down!" The man spoke out in a loud tone. everyone became quiet and gazed at the man, soon only the light wind that carried the snow could only be heard. The man loked about the crowd and gave a nod then cleared his throat. "Our worst fear has been realized. Just this dusk, smoke was seen rising from Winterhold..." The crowd began to yell out again, this time in questions and angery notions of disbelief. How do you know Winterhold is destroyed? One man yelled out. Was it Daedra? A women shouted and the man waved his hand and the pvssyr again ceased. "We do not know exact details. But we suspect the suspicious ghost fleet that destroyed our main fleet just a few days ago. For now we ask that every family or citizan by prepared to leave the city incase of an attack. Our legion is and will be, on alert and ready. Any man or woman able to fight and wield a sword, axe, or hammer. Must be ready to serve along side the defenses. All healers will be needed on standby, Including the New Hospital. Any adventurers will also be needed." He paused scoping out the crowd and stoped with his eyes fixed on Dhern. "That will be all."

The crowd began to split apart, but not without shouting and loud talk. The man stepped down from his "stage" and paused briefly again his gaze fixed on Dhern. But it was no time wasted he turned his head and proceeded up the path back to the keep followed by two royal guards.



-------------------0 days, 12 hours Untill siege of Dawnstar: 3 days, 10 hours Untill invasion of Skyrim Province--------------

Name: AnnellesiaNickname: Annellesia (No one gets to call her Anne.)Race: AltmerAge: Late hundred forty's. (She looks like she's in her early 30's or later 20's.)Occupation/Class: Huntress. Not your easy deer slaying archer, either. Annellesia will hunt anything for the right price, and that means anything. She's a gifted and experienced spearmaiden, trained to fight with ease in both chain and leather armors. Her skill with spears is equally matched by a skill with knives. Stealthy and athletic, she is able to surprise opponents, and if that is not an option, chase them down without rest. In other words, she's a two penny hitman.Appearance: Her face was probably beautiful, once upon a time in her early years, before she took up a profession of blood and murder. Her gold eyes are heavy, with dark bags below that have simply been for many years, her eyebrows equally heavy. A deep scar lines the bottom of her right eye, while a second is traced from her lip to her chin on the right side. The blood vessels on her nose are broken from long term alcohol abuse, and it's quite apparent that her hooked nose has been fractured and set several times. She has long, twisted curly copper hair, which once upon a time was well cared for, but is now left and brushed merely to keep it from forming dreads. She is tall and lithe, though very much more muscular than simply toned.Personality: A broken alcoholic more than a force to be afraid of, Annellesia drinks away her past nightly. She is driven by a desire to forget her past, which tends to ostracize her from other people. Alone, tired, and drunk, she is prone to violent behavior, though this is in grand irony to her desires.Brief History: Born in Alinor, she ran away from home due to domestic disputes including her inability to use magic. She spent several years with a lover in Chorrol, until a fire burned both her home and the woman she loved. Grief stricken, she struck out with violence at those who had mocked her, and fled from the city into the wilderness. She was not alone in the woods, however, and she was quickly enveloped by the Black Hand of the Dark Brotherhood. Abandoning a job and leaving a fellow Brother dead, she fled from Cyrodiil. With a death warrant on her head from the Brotherhood, she was on the run for over fifty years, mostly staying within the boundries of Skyrim, save for a brief stay in Vvardenfell, where an assassin eventually caught up with her. After a brutal finale, she returned to Skyrim, knowing she could lie low in the brutal wildnerness. And besides, they have wonderful liquor in Skyrim.Equipment: Chain armor lined with bear fur and a pair of thick, warm, fur boots. She has a thick black scarf which is nearly always tied around her neck and face. She has a nordic silver spear and a dozen glass knives hidden across her person. She also has a small silver locket enchanted to detect people and creatures around her.Misc. Notes: She is completely unable to use magic. This includes scrolls and enchantments that require any form of self activation.

"Just what I needed," an Altmer spat from an alleyway. Not like you could hide a spear and slip away with the civilians, anyways. She pulled a flask from her hip, draining what was left of it in a single pull. The grain alcohol burned past her throat.

With a halfstep, she lurched from the alley, keeping the crowd between her and the conscriptor. Head down, back arched, she managed to keep her head beneath the line of the crowd as she stole towards the Inn. Not that she wasn't willing to fight, but this wasn't her fight, and neither would she let it be without some kind of attempt at weasling out of it. And getting drunk would be a pretty good one. As she caught the door to the tavern, she noticed a pair of men blocking her path, one of them staring intently at the cryer.

"Uhm, excuse me," she said, slipping in sideways around him. It was a tight squeeze, and she may have pushed him, but that was a minor detail--those aren't really worth remembering. Instead of apologizing, she simply walked to the bar, sitting calmly, pulling the scarf down off her face so she could speak properly. "Uhm, whatever grain alcohols you have. Firewater, etcetera."

"Right," the bartender frowned, turning around and pulling a bottle of the rack. In the same motion, she fetched a glass from a cabinet below the bar. "It'll be fifteen drakes for the drink," she smiled, pouring a drop of the clear liquor into the glass.

"You know what? I'll just buy the bottle," the Altmer said, pulling a well-sized purse off her belt. A long wait later, and she had seperated a shiny stack from the purse, crowding the bar in front of her. "This should be about a hundred fifty drakes. Give or take a few." She frowned, stealing the glass and the bottle from the bartender's hands. Thinking about it, for an older woman, the bartender wasn't that unattractive, if any Nord could be. That wasn't important, though. The glass in front of her, however, was.

She drained the glass in a single sip, then, slamming the glass on the counter, she brought the bottle to her lips, chasing the burning liquor with more of the same. It hurt, but the nearly instant buzz was more than worth the pain.

While seemingly entirely absorbed my his 'business' with Zeela, Anary nonetheless kept a remote attention on what was happening in the tavern, something his long experience of soldier's tavern and armed camp had trained. The hard way on some occasions. All it takes is one idiot deciding she would be better at his side than mine. None present when I dispatched those tree clowns would, but a newcomer might.

That's why this corner of his mind registered as the altmer woman entered. Briefly considering some entertaining possibilities before discarding them outright. With that cute thing huddling against me, there's no way I'd settle for such worn wares. After seeing her bargain for a bottle and hit on it like it was a lifesaving medicine he made a slight grimace. No surprise with that nose, she's a drunkard. And from the look of her, I wouldn't be surprised she's of the mean ones. Hopefully she'll have enough money to drink herself under the table before picking a fight.

With these thoughts, he returned to his fondling, planning to leave for his room as soon as possible. Maybe picking a light meal and some ale on the way, I won't have to leave to get some in the middle of an interesting part.

Dhern watched the man walk up the hill and rubbed his chin. "Well robert, I guess both of our services will be needed then." He gave a small shrug and felt someone going around him into the tavern, but he didn't mind who it was he looked up at the keep and agreed in his mind he should pay an old friend a visit. "I'll see you around, I have some business to take care of." He lifted his hand in the air to give a brief goodby to Robert and began walking up the hill timber following his trail. It took a few minuts walking up the two flights of stairs but the small climb didn't phase Dhern much, as fit as he was. When he approached the double door entrance he was greeted silently by the two guards posted to guard the entrance. Dhern gave a slight nod and proceeded to open the doors and walked in.

The hall wasn't much, hadn't changed since the last time Dhern had steped foot inside the place. The hall was lit by the great fireplace behind the throne and the pillars and walls still held the torches. Though, the red carpet was a bit darker dew to dirty boots walking over it all the time. Atleast the rest of the hall was clean. "Dhern?" A familiar voice called from the side. He turned his head to the direction right of him and there was the King, Frethral. "dhern! Haha... How good it is to see you again." dhern smiled and then began to kneel. "Oh no! No arms brother kneels before the king! Not one that saves my life three times too many." Dhern wanted to laugh, but he kept it swelled up and just smiled with a small chuckle let loose.

"Whats this about Winterhold being sieged?" Dhern asked his smile now washed away, turned into a tempered expression. Frethral too lost his smile.
"I guess nothing runs past yer ears." Frethral sighed. "Just a few hours ago at the break of dusk we believe the city was attacked, just a couple of hours ago one of our look outs saw smoke rising from the city. and just a couple of minutes ago my advisor got a hawk wit ha letter from Savrus, head of the guard in Winterhold."
"And what news from that sea dog?" Dhern asked with a disgusted voice Savrus and him had a bad history, one Dhern wouldn't forget, but then would have to forgive with him being a paladin now.
"It's alot worse lad, the court mage and advisor to the count of winterhold had "anilyzed" a sword Savrus picked up from one of the damnedable enemies he had killed." Frethral paused and leaned against the wall. "It's the Akaviri. We do not know wich race yet. But they have skill and the yknow how to attack swiftly and deadly. A cuning army I'm afraid to say we are going to have to fight soon."
"Any word from the scouting ships?"
"None since a few days ago about the first fleet was destroyed. I fear by the time we recieve word, it will be too late."

Dhern gave a nod and ran his fingers through his hair. He hoped that these past few days were just a long dream, and that he would wake up any minute. But it was reality and his bones shook. He could feel something coming, but when and will the city stand after it? "Well if Im going to be waiting for war might as well go back to the tavern and drink up before the war comes to us." Frethral chuckled and nodded. "And it looks like I may have to save your ass for a fourth time." Dhern smiled as he opened the door being givin a shrewd stare by the king. "May the wind be on yer back, my friend." He exited and Frethral stood there looking to his throne.

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Zeela placed her hand on Anary's hand and she lost her breath. She knew what this feeling was and she took in a deep breath. She stood up quickly, noticing that there was something not right. She turned to Anary, and sadness played across her face.
"I..I'm sorry. But somethings not right and, seeing as I am.." She didn't want to say her true profession, but she also wasn't liar. So seeing as she already kind of spilled the beans, she had to finish. She didn't want the other patrons to hear, so she leaned close and put her lips to his ears.
"I'm a member of a secret organization, and I have been posted out here. I really do want that night bath though." She then had a good idea. Her face lit up.
"Would you like to come with me?" She stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a quick kiss.
"Please?"

"You mean the number of customers who took a hike out of the tavern ? I suppose they've caught some rumor - juicy or appaling I can't tell, but certainly worth their direct attention.". While she stood next to him, he reached discretly for a last bit of fondling, commenting in an equally low voice "I don't think an organisation miserly enough to let you so poor you're down to beg for any job deserves much effort on your part. Which would hint at the Thieves, they enjoy letting their agents fend for themselves to keep them sharp.".

Standing up he added in a normal voice "I'd rather go straight to my room rather than out to check what's the fuss is about, but the day's still young enough that I can afford to give in. And it will let your whole attention free to focus on me once done." Giving out a beliberately exagerated self-satisfied grin. "I'd rather enjoy being the center of attention."

Name: Auric Trakand
Nickname:The Lion
Race:Breton/Nord
Age: 30
Class:Warder-A swordman who usualy pledges himself to a causs or person.Competant at swordplay as well as heavy and medium armors,he allso uses marksman and spear,as well as trained in athletics to march.

Discription:taller than average as well as wider,it has been rumored that he has nord blood in him,with short blonde hair,that is shaved on the sides along with short mutton chop sideburns and steel grey eyes,his face could be called handsome excpet it seems chisled from stone

Personality:rather quiet and direct,charming,but seemingly meek he is strongheaded and opinionated.

Bio:Born In the outskirts of cyrodil he spent his youth maintaing his father's (a rather lower end noble)militia,defeating various creatures and raiding caverns and dungeons,after getting some heat from the imperial guard for interogating miners he fled to Skyrim to wait for things to cool off.

Armor:A full set of silver platemail armor,the armor has minor ingravings along the gauntlets and crest,the pauldrons look like lion's roaring with gold etched into their manes his purple cloack has a broad lining of wolf fur,he has no helmet for the set

Weapons:A rather ancient looking silver flamberge that is serated at the first foot of the blade
Misc Items:a small cloth sack containing gold (220),a pack of rations,a few minor healing potions,and a whetstone





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