Madrar
The Shadow in the Dark.
Ok The Rules 1: No Godmodding. 2: Try to have detailed posts and watch your spelling. 3: No Dragonborn. Finally, enjoy yourselves! ___________________________________________________________________ Each of you receive a letter. The letter only says to meet a certain 'friend' at the Windpeak Inn in DawnStar. One by one, you make your way to the port village, to meet your ally. Not all of you are certain what you will find, but the temptation of adventure is too much to withstand. This meeting of shady assassins, honourable warriors, gentle healers, and frightening figures that shroud their identities in darkness and moonlight may lead to an artifact of awesome power, or a bloody end. ___________________________________________________________________ Salthar strode out of the howling wind of the blizzard and into the warmth of the inn. He'd received a strange letter that told him to meet a 'friend' at the Windpeak inn. The vampire glanced around, looking for someone he noticed, and saw no one. 'maybe I'm early' he thought, walking over to the bar. "What can I get for you sir?" The Innkeeper asked in a friendly tone.
"Wine, please" Salthar answered, placing a few septims on the counter. The man stared at his face, which was just visible under the hood. He probably hadn't seen many High Elves in his time, but he must have known that Salthars' Altmer features were much too pale. "Y-your face i-it's so pale, should I call for a healer?" Stuttered the man. Salthar gave the innkeeper his warmest smile. "Just the wine, please" once his drink was readied, Salthar sat in the corner where he had an excellent view of the room and door. And he wondered who possibly knew how to contact him. If this was some stupid joke, Salthar would have to murder the man responsible. He'd travelled all the way from the Bloodlet Throne, in the middle of a Civil War.
"Wine, please" Salthar answered, placing a few septims on the counter. The man stared at his face, which was just visible under the hood. He probably hadn't seen many High Elves in his time, but he must have known that Salthars' Altmer features were much too pale. "Y-your face i-it's so pale, should I call for a healer?" Stuttered the man. Salthar gave the innkeeper his warmest smile. "Just the wine, please" once his drink was readied, Salthar sat in the corner where he had an excellent view of the room and door. And he wondered who possibly knew how to contact him. If this was some stupid joke, Salthar would have to murder the man responsible. He'd travelled all the way from the Bloodlet Throne, in the middle of a Civil War.