Mytheos
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Mytheos listened intently and quietly as a few travelers spoke to with a mysterious man who identified himself as Mr. White who warning the group of a coming threat beyond even the realm of Oblivion.
From his place of unintended hiding behind the stables of Whiterun Mytheos tried to not make a sound but he had to do something about the blood drained sellsword who lay before him. Mytheos never liked bullies, especially ones that make it their business to harass barmaids and hardworking women like the fruit and vegetable farmer in Whiterun's market district. With haste Mytheos covered the body with hay and straw and by doing so making a very audible rustling noise. Mytheos thought about which spell would best suit this situation but quickly decided it would be in his best interests not to make an scene, so the vampyric mage lowered his hands. "Is somebody there?" Called one of the group.
Mytheos drew his apprentice hood up over his shoulder length reddish brown hair and over his reddish orange eyes, adjusted his apprentice robes and walked out into the open with his hands in the air and a smirk on his face.
"You caught me!"
A few bottles rolled by his feet as he had purposefully kicked them into doing so. Hoping to convince the group he was just enjoying a few bottles mead in peace behind the stables.
From his place of unintended hiding behind the stables of Whiterun Mytheos tried to not make a sound but he had to do something about the blood drained sellsword who lay before him. Mytheos never liked bullies, especially ones that make it their business to harass barmaids and hardworking women like the fruit and vegetable farmer in Whiterun's market district. With haste Mytheos covered the body with hay and straw and by doing so making a very audible rustling noise. Mytheos thought about which spell would best suit this situation but quickly decided it would be in his best interests not to make an scene, so the vampyric mage lowered his hands. "Is somebody there?" Called one of the group.
Mytheos drew his apprentice hood up over his shoulder length reddish brown hair and over his reddish orange eyes, adjusted his apprentice robes and walked out into the open with his hands in the air and a smirk on his face.
"You caught me!"
A few bottles rolled by his feet as he had purposefully kicked them into doing so. Hoping to convince the group he was just enjoying a few bottles mead in peace behind the stables.