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*Hey! Stop that man!* Sylvio shouts, while follownig the mysterious man to the alley. When he gets there, the man has disappeared. *Where the hell did he go?* Sylvio says, frustration clearly echoing from his words.

"Problem friend" He asked the Argonian as the man ran off "Steal something of yours perhaps?" He drew his bow and nocked and arrow "Want some help catching the thief?"

The Glass Ninja:

The Nord Pushes the Argonian and a spit of flames came out of his hands the argonian rolled out of the way, drawing a knife, he darts at him. The nord is stood in front of you and the argonian throws his knife towards the nord. The nord moves and now the knife is flying towards you...

What do you do ?

Guys ignore that post ^^^^^^^ look up

*No, he didnt steal anything from me, but he is hiding something. Help would be appreciated.* said Sylvio.

*If you could cripple him, then I can do some "interragation" to him. But with haste, he is getting away.* said Sylvio calmly, pointing at the running man.

Karrim nodded and drew the bow string back. He sighted down the arrow. "I will hit him in the leg, You run him down" He fired, the bow giving out a deep twang. The arrow glinted in the air and slammed into the nord thief's leg, a deluge of blood streaming out around his leg. "After him now!" Karrim shouted, holstering his bow on his back and drawing his sword. He charged the man hoping that the Argonian was still behind him.

Sylvio drew out his blade and started running at the injured man. The nord conjured fire from his hands at Sylvio, but he swiftly blocked it with his shield. The nord drew out an small dagger tryed to stab the argonian. Sylvio repelled the attack with an knock from his shield, and pushed the nord up against an tavern wall, holding his blade at the mans throat.

*Stop moving or I will cut your damn head off.* whispered Sylvio, muffling the mans cries for help with his hand. The elf soon followed behind him, redying his bow incase the man tryes to do something unexpected. *Thanks for the help stranger* Sylvio said to the elf.

*Now, tell me what that diamond you are holding is?* said Sylvio to the nord with an demanding voice.

Dragonheart wrote:Events:



Endras Drizzit.

You are at the mill in riverwood chopping wood for some petty coin... enough to survive. 4 men walk up to you... You recognise their armour as stormcloaks. " Oy you! Ulfric Stormcloak has a 200 gold bounty on your head and we want it... What do you do ?

Endras wiped the sweat from his brow, putting aside his wood cutter's axe.

"Am I only worth 200?" Endras asked. "such a pity."

After having said this, Endras gripped his elven dagger, and jumped forward to catch the first one unaware. The blade ripped through the stormcloak's throat, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The stormcloak tried to hold the wound closed, but it was to no avail. He dropped to the floor, and gagged a couple times before he died. By the time the man died the other three reacted and surged forward, but Endras dodged the first blows and disappeared into the woods, leaving no trail at all.

"least i can do for a man in need, and i hate thief's so that helped persuade me" He turned to the man "I know a little restoration, so if you give the argonian what he wants I'll heal your leg, then I'll give you to the guards" the nord spat in his face "So it was a diamond he stole?" He asked the Argonian "I suppose we may need to beat it out of him, or just search him" He patted at the nords pocket's and found nothing, so he searched his purse and there it was "Well, at least we can give it back to the proprietor of the stall"

The glass ninja and the epic chaos dude:

A guard walks up to you and just looks at the man and you. " Stop !, I am arresting you two on suspicion of assualt." 3 more guards surrounded you ,

What do you do ???

"well my Nordic friend, this man here has stolen something of great value" he watched as the guards expression turned from angry to confused. "My Argonian friend and I where merely attempting to help the Jarl control crime in his city." he smiled and drew an emblem from his coat "I do not think the Aldmeri will be pleased with you messing with one of their soldier either" He watched again as the guards fear showed through "Serving the Dominion gave me a few benefits, including protection from any authority as long as i do not directly assault an official, if you value your life, and that of your comrade's you will take this man into custody while i return the stolen item to it's owner" karrim plucked the diamond from the mans pouch and threw him at the guard. He tucked the amulet back under his breastplate. He kept his sword drawn, just in case one of the guards tried anything. He patted the Argonian on the shoulder "We should return this to it's rightful owner."

Glass Ninja and Epic chaos dude:


You and the Argonian walk away from the guards and into the market. You find the stall with no vendor . You look around when you see a drizzle of blood shimmer in the sunlight. You signal to the argonian and follow it . It leads to a house with the door partly open. You stop at the door and listen to see if your sensitive ears can pick up anything. Faintly, just faintly, you could hear heavy breathing. It could be a trap that the thief's friends had set.

What do you do ??

*What is it now?* asked Sylvio from the elf, as they closed in the mysterious house. The house was old and wheater beaten. As the elf advanced to its door and slightly opened it, a shadow of someone could be seen inside the house. *I've heard about this place. Mostly ghost stories, but I have long suspected this place for criminal activity.* said Sylvio quietly to the elf. *It could be a trap. I suggest that we move from the back side*. said Sylvio to the elf, gesturing towards the back door of the building.

Karrim drew his blade "Honestly, i thought that you would be more surprised about me serving the Aldmeri at one point" he looked around "There is someone here with us and it looks like they have already killed" He looked to the end of the hall, where the blood trail reached it's terminus "it looks like a beast savaged hi-he-lets just go with 'It'" and it most certainly did. The figure at the end of the hall was torn to peices, chunks scattered all over the floor and ceiling attested to the ferocity of the attack. "I say it was either a Khaijiit or something else" he said to the Argonian. Then the woman stepped out. She wore the garb of the companions, her face was a red mess, though the blood was not her own.

OOC do you mean werewolf

*Im rarely suprised from anything elf* said Sylvio before the woman stepped out. She had her eyes fixed on the Argonian, licking her teeth and making inhumane sounds. Then she collapsed to the ground and started writhing. *Step back.* Sylvio said to the elf, redying his blade. The woman looked like she was growing in size, her clothes ripping and black fur appearing beneath it. She grew long fangs and bestial claws. The she stood up, no longer human. Instead she was had turned into an monstrous werewolf, who was still looking at the argonian. It launched an attack at Sylvio, hitting Sylvio with its claw. Sylvio managed to block the attack, and retaliated with a slash from his blade. The blade sinked deep into the flesh, but it only seemed to anger the beast even further. The monster hit with its other claw, hitting Sylvio to the side and sending him rolling to the wall. *F&#%!*cried Sylvio as pain surged through his body. He stood up, still dizzy from the monsters attack. He was horrified to see that the monster was still looking at him, apparently eager to finish the job.

OOC do you want to work together from now on.?

OOC: Yes from me, also i believe ECD is editing his post.

OOC: Made the post a little bit dynamic to kick the story going. Im fine with joining theglassninja

Name: Bjorn Blackheart
Race: Nord
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Faction: Bandit
Class: Barbarian(2 handed Warrior in Light Armour and is good at smithing and enchanting.)
Description: Bjorn grew up in Morthal. When the Stormcloaks invaded he was still a kid. Life was very hard after. He was adopted by a smith where he learn how to fight with 2 handed weapons, sell weapons and Smith weapons. He prefered Light Armour over Heavy however. When the imperials came he fled and lived in a small Settlement which was later to be destroyed by Forsworn where he learnt Enchanting by the Local Witch. He later joined a group of Bandits which he quickly excelled at attacking Imperial Merchant Caravans which he sold to Stormcloaks at highly inflated prices. He quickly became Bandit Chief and many bandits joined his Group of outlaws called the Reavers of the Bloody Claws. He is strong enough to wrestle a Bear and win. The stentch which comes of him is worse than his Strength. He cuts the word Talos into the heads of Thalmar after they been killed by him.
Appearence: Bjorn is a very tall and bulky man even for a Nord, he stands 1 foot taller than the average Nord. He has Long Black hair, a Long Bead which is tied. He has scars near his left eye which goes down his face. His skin is very pale. He has 2 black eyes after the many bar fights he gets himself in. He has deep red eyes. He looks very dirty.
Personality: He has a very gritty personality, he is very rude, he loves to insult people, make very rude jokes and is generally very disrespectful to anyone in the room who isn't part of his Bandit Camps. He is very greedy, always wanting money. He has no respect for women and their privacy. He has no loyalties, he is only loyal to himself and he will never sumbit to an Imperial which who he calls "Elven slaves".
Starting place: Broken Helm Hollow, a place where he does a majority of his raids with a small group of elite Bandits. He leaves the majority of others Bandits in other caves because they aren't skilled enough to keep up with in his opinion.
Weaponry:Studded Armour, War Hammer of Fimbulwinter(Steel Warhammer enchanted with Ice damage), Studded gloves, Studded boots, Amulet of Zenithar, 1 copper ring.

As Kurt rode into Riverwood, the last stop he would make before going towards the fortress, and the place were he would meet the men, he noticed something wrong at the mill. He saw a blooded hand, and as he looked to investigate, he saw a dead stormcloak. None that was supposed to help him taking over the fortress, but it still was a Nord brother. 'Money takien away..' he muttered to himself, 'damn bandits.', and he walked towards the Sleeping Giant inn, meeting the men.

Jenna stood slowly still somewhat bewildered by what had just happened, the man's amulet had intrigued her she decided to follow him, if the amulet proved to be of little worth the man would still make a valuable follower, even as a corpse he would have access to the great power he seemed able to weild, either way she couldnt lose. Jenna opened the door of the tavern and stepped out into the swirling winds that constantly battered the small town of winterhold, she scanned the darkness for some hint of the man finally spotting him walking into an alley, Jenna followed him into the more dilapidated part of the town before losing him in a sudden gust of wind that brought snow flying up around her, she was completely disorriented.

Karrim stared at the beast attacking his new comrade "Well feth me, i go out on a wing to help a guy and i have to fight a FETHING WEREWOLF!" He summoned a bolt of lightning into his hand. "Well, let's see how much you like this bitch!" The bolt slammed into the things chest, throwing it back from the Argonian. "The smell of singed fur and the smoke rising from the monster really helps add to the atmosphere, dont you think?" He asked the Argonian "Very ambient, though it would be better if you got up off your arse" He charged, hollering a warcry. He ducked the first sweep of the beast's claws. He stabbed it in the leg, but that just made it angry. He spun away as it snapped at him. He struck in again, leaving a bleeding scar along the things muzzle. It's rancid breath smelt of meat, bad,rotten meat. The abomination pounced on him, tackling him to the floor. It snapped at his face, his sword arm holding it back by mere inches. His face twisted in anger, then a large blob of saliva splattered on his face. His curses where loud, some might say that even the greybeard's up on high Hrothgar heard him. He punched the wolf in the face, kicked at it . When those methods failed he decided to do something crazy. He recalled his lightning bolt and cast it directly into the things chest. It hit the ceiling hard and landed right back on top of him with a thud. It was knocked out cold, and began to turn back into it's previous form. Soon he had a shivering, indecent Werewolf woman on top of him, in very badly shredded armor. He looked at the Argonian "I'm going to have to be the gentleman, aren't I" The rhetorical question was one he had to ask quite allot now a days "Bloody damsels in bloody distress Bloody trying to kill me" he muttered, picking himself up and covering the woman with his cloak.

Endras observed the three stormcloaks, who were joined by another one. Endras had only looted the body of a few coins and some bread, which made him a bandit. Endras wasn't a bandit, he was an Imperial Auxiliary, mercenaries enlisted to the cause of the Empire. He held his bow at the ready his other hand not too far away from his arrows.

He had a room in the sleeping giant, Endras and the tavern keeper had a long term contract. He hoped the inn keeper wouldn't be bribed into slipping out information, there was still a 200 coin bounty on his head.

He saw one of the stormcloaks making to enter the tavern. He decided to do something bold, and he took out an arrow and aimed at the Nord. The arrow flew away at a high speed, straight through the Nord's neck.

The man dropped to the ground, alerting the other nords. Endras had to relocate, he had to keep the stormcloaks out of the sleeping giant.

Sylvio stood up, shaking his head and walked next to the elf *You handled him pretty well. Should we take him to prison?*. The elf shook his head in reply, saying that they should first interrogate him. *Guess you're right. Oh and where are my manners, I havent even introduced myself. Im Sylvio Tenenbra.* said Sylvio to the elf, raising his hand for a handshake

"it's a woman, are all Argonians this blind?" Karrim thought. He stood "I am Karrim, former warrior of the Iron company of Valenwood, former warrior of the Aldmeri dominion" He looked down at the woman "I don't think we should take her to prison" He again checked the symbol emblazoned on her breastplate, or at least what was left of it. "I think we should take her to the companions"

*Why does he look me like that when I speak? Does he think that every Argonian speaks perfect english?* thought Sylvio. *You mean the house of Jorrvasrk? I wonder how they would handle this, but they are veterans after all.*. The elf nodded in reply. *Then lets get going* said Sylvio, opening the house door and stepping outside.

"Agreed, but one thing you should know about me" karrim sighed "I am being hunted by....well by a very angry Khaijiit i rejected, she wanted to marry me and i wasn't ready to settle" He slung the woman over his shoulders, making sure that the cloak covered all of her....attributes. "The companions guild head quarters is this way" He said, walking down the street.

Hey GM can you set a scenario for me?

Name: Arnian
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 30
Male/Female: Male
Faction: Neither (atm)
Description: Thief/swordsman
Appereance: Thin, wiry, with short white hair. Warpaint around his eyes, same colour as his hair.
Starting place: Riften
Weaponry: Steel dagger, Skyforged-Steel dagger, imperial bow, elven armour.