18+ Red Hand: Quest for Dragonblood

You are a Mercenary. Strong, willful, stubborn. Of course, that's what most people think. Most women would tremble near a mercenary. They don't know anything. After all, mercenaries are people too, right?

You are a Mercenary fighting for the Red Hand, a not very vicious group of Warriors. They fight and kill of course, but they won't ever harm a "good" person. What "good" really is, is defined by you.

Your cause wants to bring peace to Skyrim, by wiping out Evil. What is "evil" anyway?

Your cause gives you contracts or bounties to fulfill. It is usually something simple, like clearing away a bandit camp or slaughtering a witch. But this time, it isn't.

Your contract will be completed by you and 5 others. It is a raiding operation to go to The College of Winterhold, a magical place. You are to kill the Archmage, a corrupt Dragonborn that brings havoc to the land. His name is unknown, and so is his race. No one lives and sees him, if it even is a him.

Of course, you won't be done after his death. There is much more to be done.

Pretty simple intro, but it sets the stage for what I'm going for.

OOC: http://skyrimforum.com/sf/threads/red-hand-quest-for-dragonblood-18.58701/

Rules:
Honestly just the General Rp rules. No godmodding, no racism, no sexism, nothing hateful. Simply put, common sense.

Posted on Behalf of Shadowmage, because he vanished, and we wanted to start.

Active Characters:
Shadowmage - Idith Stougnah
AndgerTheNord - Aldor Swift-Tongue
OnlyThePie - Gradvur Rock-Son
Colonelscout312 - Nomad War-Blade
Kaelbu - Brienne

Gradvur was not happy. He hated Winterhold. No towns, lots of snow. He hated the prospect of fighting an entire guild full of mages more. He hoped they wouldn't have to kill many. Most of them were innocent.

He turned from his position on the cliff overlooking the town itself. Everyone was asleep, it was too late at knight for anything else to be true. The only guard was snoozing on the job. "Guards, you can never trust them to do their jobs, especially not in the far north" He thought to himself. He wandered back down the slope to his companions at the bottom.

"It's all clear, we're good to move in whenever you give the word, boss." he announced to the group. He drew his swords. "Lets go get this bastard"

Aldor thought of the Greybeards, he knew they were just as torn by this assignment as he was. A fellow Tongue gone rogue, he silently prayed to Kyne that he would not have to use the Thuum. Aldor lived and trained the Way of the Voice, he would not shout unless he truly needed to. Aldor wanted this target to be his kill to be his, this Dragonborn betrayed the Way of the Voice and shall die for it. Aldor got up and picked up his greatsword, and patted his family war horn, "Gradvar, so shall we kill this traitorous coward, and put his head on a pike?"

Nomad stood beside his clan mates, his weapons sheathed. He had no intent to use deadly force on the mages, unless the situation called for it. He drew his sword, silently vowing to spare as many lives as possible.
"Maybe not his head on a pike. Maybe a less violent option. Remember, there are still children in winterhold. Perhaps hang his robes at the entrance of the college?"

Nomad was known for his kinder nature, and his love of children. His clan mates were used to it by now. He knew there wasn't much hope in keeping the children of Skyrim innocent, but he did all he could.

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Brienne listened to her comrades readying themselves for the impending battle, a somber expression ever present on her face. Violence was against her nature. But she felt the alternative was far worse. Allowing the corrupt Arch Mage to continue his evil doings was not an option. Brienne felt she must lend whatever aid she could to a cause that fought evil. As cliché as it sounded, even to her, it was fact.

"Maybe not his head on a pike," she heard Nomad say. "Maybe a less violent option. Remember, there are still children in winterhold. Perhaps hang his robes at the entrance of the college?"
She nodded in agreement. Although she wouldn't oppose those whose methods were more... vicious... than her own, when a more mild option was available, Brienne usually preferred it.

"As long as we are successful, the world will be better off. Let's leave Winterhold as intact as possible."

Aldor could not stand waiting but he was patient,"I wonder wonder what he or she, looks like, some say the Arch Mage is a Argonian, and I heard rumors saying that our target is a daedra of Cold Harbor, a servant of Molag Bal, but these are only rumors, I hope." Aldor looked and saw about a dozen black robed mages approach Winterhold, only to be stopped by the guards. But he could have sworn he saw a cloaked figure appear and welcome the mages into the college, and dissapear.


Aldor took out his war horn. There was nothing special about it. It appeared to be just a dusty old war horn, but it held power. His ancestor a former ruler of Hammerfell, once owned this war horn and carried it when he shouted down the walls of Sentinel. Aldor was descended from a dragonborn who was destined to rule Hammerfell but sadly was assassinated and all records of his rule were destroyed.

Aldor stood up and looked at the college and grimly spoke, "I'll take out the guard in front, and if a few mages die so be it. They were weak to allow themselves to be ruled by a pathetic traitor."

Nomad nodded solemnly.
"I'd rather have an argonian then a Daedra. I'm not anxiously waiting my next fight with them. Though, I would have you three this time. I'll climb up and around the building from the bridge, maybe I can get behind him, have a bit of a surprise." He sheathed his greatsword, cracked his neck, and prepared to run.

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Gradvur nodded as the others prepared to move. "I hope he's a Nord. Then I can have the satisfaction of making sure he never reaches Sovngard" he said. "I'll follow just behind Aldor, once the front guard is out of the picture, I'll deal with whoever tries to block the bridge." He turned and started walking towards the town, he called over his shoulder, "I'll pay off the guard, he's half asleep anyway." As he got out of earshot, he muttered to himself "Damn guards. We'll solve that problem next."