Colonelscout312
The Descendant of Tiber Septim.
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Nomad breathed in the air of whiterun. The merchants shouting, as well as that crazy priest. This was where he spent he first ten years of his life. And it could be reduced to dust if the daedra attack as they attacked solitude. Whiterun was no where near the military might of solitude, there was no hope to fend off an attack from the daedra. he returned to his manor outside whiterun. as always, he was unable to rest or sleep. He got up the next morning when the sun was barely visible. He new that he was now a prime target for the daedra. He searched all of his books in his enormous library. You see, Nomad was quite a learned man in the history and people's of tamriel. He found several books, but none were very useful, when he heard a knock on his door. he went to answer it and saw one of the many couriers he had sent out to recruit men to help. He came with news that he was attacked by men who said they were the instruments of the daedric lord nocturnal. At that, Nomad returned to his library. He knew he had something concerning nocturnal, he skimmed through his books and stopped when he passed Nightingale: Fact or Fiction? He pulled it out and skimmed through it till he found the place confirming the Nightingale serving Nocturnal.
"Did they have this sign on what they were wearing?" Nomad asked, showing the courier a symbol in the book.
"Yes" The Courier replied. Nomad showed the courier and anyone else in the house to his hidden cellar. Suddenly, he heard a pounding on the door. He drew his ancient nord greatsword, and charged out of the door to see that they were holding someone hostige. it was the driver of Nomads carriage.
"Drop your weapons, or he dies!" A nightingale said, holding a dagger to the mans throat. Nomad had three options. One, try and rush all of them with his greatsword. That wouldn't work, seeing as they had ten men, three that were armed with bows and would kill the man in an instant. Option two would produce the same result, but Nomad would be the cause of the drivers death, because of the heat of battle. Option three.
"I surrender" He said, removing his weapons. A nightingale raised his crossbow to fire at Nomad.
Nomad breathed in the air of whiterun. The merchants shouting, as well as that crazy priest. This was where he spent he first ten years of his life. And it could be reduced to dust if the daedra attack as they attacked solitude. Whiterun was no where near the military might of solitude, there was no hope to fend off an attack from the daedra. he returned to his manor outside whiterun. as always, he was unable to rest or sleep. He got up the next morning when the sun was barely visible. He new that he was now a prime target for the daedra. He searched all of his books in his enormous library. You see, Nomad was quite a learned man in the history and people's of tamriel. He found several books, but none were very useful, when he heard a knock on his door. he went to answer it and saw one of the many couriers he had sent out to recruit men to help. He came with news that he was attacked by men who said they were the instruments of the daedric lord nocturnal. At that, Nomad returned to his library. He knew he had something concerning nocturnal, he skimmed through his books and stopped when he passed Nightingale: Fact or Fiction? He pulled it out and skimmed through it till he found the place confirming the Nightingale serving Nocturnal.
"Did they have this sign on what they were wearing?" Nomad asked, showing the courier a symbol in the book.
"Yes" The Courier replied. Nomad showed the courier and anyone else in the house to his hidden cellar. Suddenly, he heard a pounding on the door. He drew his ancient nord greatsword, and charged out of the door to see that they were holding someone hostige. it was the driver of Nomads carriage.
"Drop your weapons, or he dies!" A nightingale said, holding a dagger to the mans throat. Nomad had three options. One, try and rush all of them with his greatsword. That wouldn't work, seeing as they had ten men, three that were armed with bows and would kill the man in an instant. Option two would produce the same result, but Nomad would be the cause of the drivers death, because of the heat of battle. Option three.
"I surrender" He said, removing his weapons. A nightingale raised his crossbow to fire at Nomad.
