Deslin Rowe,
The Council knows who you are. We are in need of help.
Bandits, thugs and criminals of all makes are now in control of Elsweyr, after a shocking attack.
We need to drive them out. We cannot let them get away with such an act.
The Council is told that of all the people in Tamriel, you are the one to help.
They heard of your experience with such criminals, and your resulting hatred.
So the Council asks of you;
Come to the White-Gold Tower in Cyrodiil.
Come to the Council.
We need your help.
-The Ruling Council of Tamriel
"The council.." Deslin said under his breath. Deslin almost shuddered in disbelief, bandits taking control of Elsweyr, it hit him hard. Bandits were mere thugs out on the road, how could a bunch of filth and rabble like that take over a whole province? It was then and there when Deslin decided to cut the slack and make meaning of his life. He hated bandits, they were pathetic in his eyes. Bandits even turned on each other, the fact that they'd taken over a province made Deslin sick. Deslin didn't enjoy the company of political figures and nobles, but he made an appearance and received a briefing. Deslin was the first there, he considered waiting for them but he could do it alone. By which, he could get to Elsweyr alone. He liked the idea of being first there, he'd get to know the place and conditions before anyone else.
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The door slammed shut in Deslins face. "No... no no no!" Deslin heard himself shouting. He pushed open the door, and found himself in an alley. He saw the debt collectors and another man standing in front of a large door, in a very high fence. This door was the only way through, one of them must have come from the other side as it was only opened that way. The man Deslin knew as Vincent was holding Deslins two year old brother, the man who had just taken Derek must have given him to this man.
Deslin started running towards them. "Hey, the deals off! You hear me? The deals off!" he began yelling. The three turned to see Deslin charging at them. "Quickly, through the gate!" yelled the first man who had come to collect Deslins debt. He and the other man hurried through the gate. Deslin grabbed Vincent's arm and began pulling. "Give him back, you son-of-a-bitch!"
The man turned to look at him. Vincent pulled away from Deslin and stepped through the gate. Deslin grabbed his arms again and tried to pry the baby out of his hands. "Shut the gate! Shut it now!" Vincent yelled.
"No, no no no! Derek! Derek!" Deslin began yelling.
"Shut it right now!"
"Give me back my brother!" Deslin screamed as Vincent pulled away from him. Deslin saw little Derek looking at him, his brown eyes filled with fear and confusion, as the gate was falling. "Nooooooo!" Deslin screamed, his balled up fists landed on a closed gate. He tried to nudge the gate but he knew it was only opened from the other side. He fell to his knees. "Derek... I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." he whispered.
Deslin woke up sweating, he checked his surroundings. He was in a carriage headed for Elsweyr, they were nearly there. A few hours past and they got through the border with ease, Deslin had expected it to be difficult with the bandits taking over. He was to reach Riverhold, and wait until further help arrived. Walking into town he was eyed suspiciously, it was like nobody here trusted anyone. He still had another days worth of travelling to reach Riverhold. A woman approached him, and asked for help. "Sir.. These people are going to tape and murder me if you don't do something. Please help me." She whispered to Deslin. "Alright, stay behind me. Where are they?" He asked. She pointed to an alleyway, and Deslin lead her down it. A man lunged out at Deslin, attempting to stab him with an iron dagger. Deslin deflected the bow easily, grabbing the mans arm and pushing it to the side. Deslin pulled out his ebony dagger and lunged it into the attacker, pushing his body into another man who had stepped out of the shadows. The man got up, quicker than Deslin had anticipated, and stabbed Deslin in the gut. Deslin had grabbed the mans arms, head butted him and pushed him away before rushing forward and stabbing the man in the chest several times. "Ah, son of a bitch." Deslin said aloud. He pulled the dagger out and tossed it aside, iron. "That bitch" he said aloud again, the woman was gone. It was likely she was used to lure him here, now he'll never know. It was worse than he thought, bandits armed with iron daggers trying to attack travellers, they even used helpless women as bait. Deslin clutched his wounds as he walked through town, feeling like a wounded gazelle. He made it to a tavern where he managed to stitch up his wound a little, he kept to himself while sitting at a table against the wall furthest from the bar. He decided against staying the night, his throat would likely be cut in his sleep or his goods stolen. He travelled in the dark, arriving at a settlement called Riverwind. Deslin walked through the town, it was in better condition than the other town he had been at but it was still bad. When he walked into the inn he expected it to be as rowdy as the last one, it wasn't. It almost seemed like a normal inn, back in Cyrodil. He approached the bar, clutching his wounds, drearily. "Room please." He said to the inn keeper. "Alright, 10 gold." The inn keeper responded, Deslin looked around to see no one causing trouble. "Why's everyone so calm?" Asked Deslin, "What's your secret?" "Got me self someone who don't take kindly to trouble makers, I give him a free room he keeps the place from getting out of hand." The inn keeper said, he seemed proud. "What a smart tactic." Deslin responded. "Yeah it's the Khajiit ya see over there, sittin alone at that table." Deslin walked up to his room, not exactly the most comfy bed, not the cleanest room, but it was decent enough. Deslin wasn't too picky on where he slept. He decided to pay the Khajiit a visit, the man must be a decent enough guy to be keeping this place in order, he was likely a talented fighter as well. Maybe he would be able to assist Deslin and the coming aid in cleansing Elswyr of the bandit control and reuniting it with the Empire. Deslin sit at the table, opposite side of the Khajiit. "Hello." He said, no response. "I've come to purge bandits from Elsweyr, at least enough so the Empire can reign over again." Deslin cleared his throat, "I was told you look after this bar, you like helping people or is it all about the reward?" Deslin made sure to keep his tone peaceful, lest he ruin his chance at recruiting. "Look the ruling council of Tamriel sent me a letter, this bandit threat is being dealt with. You're a Khajiit, you're in Elsweyr now. This is your homeland, you could help us greatly. The council is sure to pay all who aid us, so what do you say?" Deslin sat with his arms on the table, his hands holding each other as he waited for the man to speak.