Wolfie
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((The reason I'm saying semi-advanced is because I want more than the average one or two sentences with the worst grammar, spelling, and vocabulary that I've ever seen. No powerplaying, godmodding, you get the idea. And try not to have it only between two people, or to have too many people in the same area. Don't force plots -- let them slowly form as they should. So what I'm saying is, no cheesiness or meaningless insanity here please. Unless you're like that in real life, please try to be as realistic as Skyrim can allow. YOU ARE THE CHARACTER. It's the BEST POWER anyone could ever have, and YOU HAVE IT. Enjoy it and use it to a good end, please. You get the main rules. I'm not going to press anyone any more, except to add that I will warn you if I don't like something, and if you continue to anger me, you will be extinguished from this thread without any argument between anybody. Thank you. My character is in my signature. It took me a while to make it. I hope you all can relate.))
A night at the Bannered Mare is never quiet. I knew it'd be like this, and yet look at myself. Upstairs in one of the rental rooms, Kohl Dale hesitated, sitting before a desk, quill with gleaming ink on it's tip hovering over a blank page of his journal.
A runctous, drunken road rose. He sighed through his nose, annoyed, and dried the ink off the the quill tip, closing the journal.
It worried at him how he appeared free as a target of the Dark Brotherhood. It was a trap, surely, to give him a false sense of security. The tanned Nord got to his feet, closing his eyes slightly.
Someone was in a brawl. Why do people fight each other for money when they can deal with a hostile track of bandits instead? It achieves more. Better be dead then on the floor, beaten and helpless.
He felt he could brawl with anyone, right now. The sound of bawdy laughter and jesting had gotten to a point that brought him to action. It was sometimes like this, but not all the time. Ever since the dragon sighting in the southwest part of Whiterun hold, those in the inn had become more daring, claiming outrageous victories that they had, and that they could individually lay waste to that dragon.
Idiots. He did as well as he could to ignore the excited rabble. Let them dream.