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    The second to arrive to Faal Ruus do faal Lein was a 14 year old Nord. Her light brown hair hidden by the heavy snow, her orange shimmering eyes gleamed through the snow.

    As she continued up the mountain, continuously get bitten by ice wraiths, she finally spotted the dragon. She then ran up the hill towards the Nord woman by the dragon "um e-excuse me...are you the Dovahkiin's daughter?"
     

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    Cinder jumped when she saw a young Nord before her. "Oh... Ah, yes!! I am. I'm Cinder, a Master of the Thu'um." She then saw a faint outline against the night sky that was on the other side of the mountain. 'Another arrival, I guess?'
    Cinder trudged through the thick snow that was to her knees and came across a man... In the thick snowfall, she couldn't see exactly what race, but his hand was blazing with firebolts, and Cinder felt warmth from the flame. She supposed that this was a Mage from the College of Winterhold, and her father, the Dragonborn, had always taught his child about manners, so Cinder knew to use them and be friendly to the mage.
    "Hullo. I'm Cinder. Are you a Mage from the College of Winterhold?"
     

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    Markus glanced upwards. "That I am. Toldfir told me about what happened to the Arch Mage." He sighed. "Anyways. My name is Markus. I would shake hands, but this spell is all that's keeping me from freezing to death. Is there a fire nearby? Some place I could warm up?"


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    "Absolutely!" Cinder replied. "Odahviing set up a fire. Eh, sometimes I wish I was a mage so I can keep myself warm without staying close to dragonfire. Anyway, this way." Cinder beckoned for Markus to come to Odahviing's fire. When she got closer she realized that her black hair had icicles forming at the ends. She sighed. 'It'll thaw.'
    To nobody in particular, Cinder spoke: "I think we are missing two..." She sighed and blinked her emerald green eyes at the ground, the flame from the still-burning embers reflecting. She finally felt her hair thawing, and she was somewhat grateful.
    Cinder sadly propped her head on the palm of her hand and muttered in a question, "So, what do you two think what happened to the Dragonborn?"
     

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    "Well, I never got a good look at the stab wounds on him, but Toldfir told me they were jagged. Like a saw of some sort. Maybe a band of Forsworn took him by surprise?" Markus was tapping his chin. "Perhaps maybe an Orcish Weapon of sorts, they tend to end up a bit jagged as well."


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    meanwhile 300 steps below High Hrothgar a man with a cloak and a cowl climbs the stairs and though he encountered a few snow wolves and even a bear he quickly dispatched them when he finally reached High Hrothgar he was greeted by a greybeard "Arngeir.....I'm sorry for your loss" he said before Arngeir slightly nodded as a thank you and opened the door for him, the man walked through and out into the courtyard as he lowered his mask he smelled the air and though it was cold he make out four scents two of which he didn't know, another was obviously a dragon and the fourth and final one was familiar to him, after pulling his mask back up he walked up behind the familiar one until he was a few feet away and said "I know that scent........Cinder, the last time I saw you which was a long time, you were playing with Farkas and Vilkas if I remember correctly" and then saw Odahviing "Odahviing" he said nodding a little as did the dragon.
     
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    As she ran up the side of the mountain(cause the stairs are to mainstream :3) her hands not cold. Her black wavy hair blowing around in the wind. Her body disguised by the snow and her robes.

    When she reached the top she came before four figures, a Dovah, a Nord thief, a Breton Mage, a Nord Companion, and the Dovahkiin's daughter. As she walked up to them, her glowing sunset eyes gleamed in the snow, clearly marking a vampire, not to mention a hungry one. She came toward the group saying "hello...I'm Krisalyn. Master Assassin, and...just so you know...and if you couldn't tell...because of Lord 'insertnameofdragonbornhere' disappearance...I was set..and Serana...as the Ladies of Volkihar. So you have the Dark Brotherhood and Volkihar's attention."
     

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    Cinder looked at the new Nord Companion and the new vampire, Krisalyn. "You know me?" she questioned to the Companion. She then looked at him closely. "You're wolf! Like me!!!" She paused in thought before she went on, "Vilkas and Farkas... I remember that when I so little, Farkas would pull pranks on me by putting spiders in my pockets. And Vilkas always tried to teach me about the history of Jorravaskr, but I was distracted by constantly attempting to play with his sword." She sighed as she went through the sweet memories. She turned to Krisalyn, and realization suddenly hit her:
    "You're... You're a Snow Elf!"
     
    Krisalyn looked at Cider "hmm...yes...along with my brothers and sisters...haven't you seen others alike me?" Krisalyn was confused as she meet the surprised eyes of Cider "may I ask a question? Why is a child here? It's no place for a kid" Krisalyn looked over at Valinna
     
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    Markus wasn't paying attention until he heard 'Snow Elf.' He eyes darted upwards to look at Krisalyn. "A snow elf that isn't Falmer?" The expression on Markus' face was obviously surprise. "But then..." Markus was tapping his chin again, as if in deep thought.


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    "If we have the Dark Brotherhood, the Companion, and the College of Winterhold member here, so this is our Thieves' Guild recruit, I assume," Cinder replied. "She has as much right to be here as all of us, for her leader has died too. The same one." Her voice cracked, and she lowered her gaze.
     
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    As the man listened to Cinder he pulled down his cowl to reveal his scarred and stubble face "yes those two loved you dearly as their own little sister, you probably don't remember me I was either traveling Skyrim with your father other times on my own or I was talking with him at Jorravaskr while you played outside" he said before paused as a single tear fall down his face as he softly put his hand on Cinder's shoulder I....am.....terribly sorry that he's passed, I only wish that I could have been there so I could of saved him he was a great friend and shield brother as he was with My father when I was your age" he said wiping away the tear, his voice shaking just a little
     
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    Name: Valinna

    Parents: Brynjolf and Karliah

    Age: 14

    Personality: Stubborn, over-expecting, a lot like Karliah, daddy's girl,

    Appearance: light brown hair, Orange eyes, a few freckles on her cheeks, scar under her right eye, white spiral markings if a Nord

    Powers: invisibility for 1 hour once a day, charm/persuasion

    Race: Dunmer

    Weapons: Daedric Dagger, Glass Bow, Ebony Arrows

    Armor: ImageUploadedByTapatalk1411230475.288834.jpg fourth and fifth on the top
     

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    Cinder looked sadly at John in both depression and surprise; why she was despressed, her father was dead. He didn't deserve death! He saved Tamriel from the destruction of Alduin, and Miraak trembled at the sound of his name. What did he do to make a somebody hate him enough to murder him? In cold blood!!
    Second of all... The cause why she was surprised is that John seemed to be the only person here to share the same feelings about both her father and his death. Cinder hung her head and stated in sad agreement, "So do I... But this quest we're here for is to find out who did it... And teach them a lesson."
     

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    John breathed in and out before a look of rage and sadness crossed over John's face "oh....we are going to do more than that child, much more" he said with anger and the want of vengeance in his voice "oh I forgot to say who I am, my name is John, John Whitemane" he said his voice returning to normal as he revealed his father who was also The Dragonborn's friend to be Kodlak Whitemane, who was The Harbinger before The Dragonborn.
     
    Krisalyn looked intently at Cinder "can you describe the wounds on your father? I might know who could have done it. But..I might not" Krisalyn thought long and hard on all the people she's met
     
    Krisalyn looked intently at Cinder "can you describe the wounds on your father? I might know who could have done it. But..I might not" Krisalyn thought long and hard on all the people she had met
     

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    Cinder shook John's hand. "It's great to meet you!" she stated warmly, and her emerald green eyes clouded and a dark fog covered them. "My father was great... The price for murder is death itself." She was silent for a moment but then turned to Krisalyn to answer her question.
    "I don't know yet," she replied. "But Markus said that Tolfdir explained that the cuts were jagged... Odahviing hasn't said where he found my father yet. I don't think we need to jump to conclusions before we see the body; our accusation could be wrong." Cinder began to pace, and she looked up at Odahviing, whose eyes were closed, but the twitching of his ears revealed that he had been listening all along.
    "Odahviing, where did you find my father's corpse?"
    Odahviing opened his golden eyes and shook the white powder from the skies off his wings. "The Pale."
     
    Krisalyn and Valinna stopped arguing. They gave each other a look then looked at Cinder "'jagged' cuts?" Valinna said surprised. Krisalyn put her hand on Valinna's shoulder "I am sorry I accused your father"
    "It's mighty fine" Valinna smiled as she shivered in the cold.

    Krisalyn looked over the mountain towards the pale. "There's only two people capable of such cuts...Harkon...and....Cicero..."
     

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    "No!! It's too early!!!" Cinder exclaimed, shocked. She was very fond of Cicero, him being the only member of the Dark Brotherhood she knew. And... There was a different story.
    The Dragonborn was a hybrid of Imperial and Nord; farther Imperial, mother Nord. Cicero was the Dragonborn's brother, making him Cinder's uncle.
    "It's too early to be making blames," Cinder began. "And I thought that jagged cuts could be from a daedric blade, because... You know, they are serrated." Cinder sighed. "And Cicero has an ebony dagger... Those aren't serrated at all. But I'm not saying he DIDN'T do it. It's just too early for this. We haven't seen the body yet." She looked up at Odahviing, who was nodding approvingly. "Must look at body first," the dragon said.
     

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