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Njered got frightened. his son would die, even though he didn't remember him at all.
also, he got mad. The rats got angry, too. as peter had just killed one of them.
with a grumble, some rat died. and the came back as undead rats.
all the undead rats started to form a wall around njered. the living ones began to dig a tunnel out of the cellars.
the really ate themselves to dead. and their theeth got nearly destroyed, but it worked, and fast

Peter threw a knife at the Nord, hoping to stop him, as he sended the dremora to kill the rats.
A couple of soldiers came running down, with the message the mages guild would be there any minute. 'Get the other prisoner. The Nord will see his son die.'

the rats managed to dig a tunnel and njered was gone. he had escaped the imperial soldiers. now it was just a matter if getting out of the city.
with a horde of rats following him he went down to the sewers and at te end of it, there was a lake. he could swim. but because he was weakened, it seemed almost impoosible, but he managed to do it.
now he had escaped the city,too!

'Sir, we got the prisoner here' one of the soldiers said, 'and the mages guild is here too.'
'Good. Very good. Execute the prisoner. Ill talk to the mages guild.'
As he walked towards the group of mages, he heard a scream of the prisoner.
'Greetings, mages.'
'Greetings too. To he point. Where is the necromancer?'
'He went down that tunnel, possibly leading to the sewers and then out of the city.'
'We will track him.'
'Were with you. Do you have any problem if we take this head with us? Its from his son. Should weaken him when we see him.' Peter said.
'As long as we dont have to carry it.'

njered had escaped and crossed the water. he now had an army of rats following him. he roamed trhough the lands. quite soon he found a cave. immediatly he knew: that's where he'll be hiding and practicing the art of the necromancer

'Footprints heading towards that way!' One of the mages said, pointing towards a forest. 'Then we will follow him,' Peter said, 'do we still have the "cargo"?'
'Yes sir, we have the body.' one of the men replied. 'Are you sure,' he asked to the mages, 'he wont be able to call him back to life in a way he likes?'
'Yes,' one said, 'when we can asure he doesnt want his son to be a zombie.'

Through the entire province of Cyrodiil, wanted posters were sended.

Wanted

Wanted: Necromancer.
Name: Njered, surname unknown.
Appearence: Long, nordic man.
Crimes: - Rebelling against the empire, murder of civilians and soldiers.
- Necromancy and the dark arts
- Escaping from prison

Warning! This man is a dangerous murderer. Do not try to take him yourself, as death is highly possible. Warn the nearest soldiers or guards as quick as possible!

The reward for bringing this man, dead or alive, is 2000 coins and a patch of land.

Dragonheart wrote:Are you ready to go i will change my starting place...unless i could leave it...

Were allready busy

njered lived a lonly life, even tough he had a few hundred rat friends.
as he saw someone walking near his cave, he ordered the undead rats to attack him or her.
and as the corpses were near completly rotted, he would let them return to the World of living.
njered didnt want enything but killing every single human. and so he slowly build an army of undead

'That seems his hiding place!' One of the mages said. 'I will send a message to the city guards, they will join us!'
Peter grabbed the head of Njered's son. 'Lets see if it is him' he said'. He opened the door to the cave, throwing the head inside and closing the door again.
'We should hear any second if it is him..'

suddenly a boy's head fell down in the cave. njered didnt recocnize him, but it was his son's head.
he knew something was outside his cave. and so he ordered all the rats and his smal undead human army (about 30 of them) to go outside and attack those things

They all heard things smashing at the door. Rats. Dead rats. Skeletons.
'We have already prepared our spells of summoning' one of the mages said 'we will call in the Daedra any minute'
'Allright, we will hold of the rats.'

suddenly,as if it was planned, one by one the mages fell dead to the ground. arrows through their throats.
Peter probably would have immediatly recocnised the arrows. they were from the Nords.
the nords came out jumping from the bushes and killed the reamianing mages. but before they could tell, peter had escaped....

Njered came out of the cave, as he had heard an aweful lot of noise.about 20 nords stood before the cave, surrouned by dead rats. undead rats and several skeleton warriors.
the captain recocnised njered's face. 'Njered? is that you?' he asked.
njered didn't say anything. not because he couldnt, but he refused.
'we have searched for you a very long time. We thought you were...dead...' said the captain. 'you probably wont recocnise us, but we are nords of the eastern tribe, your sister-tribe.' he continued 'we couldnt find you and the warriors between the corpses in your village, so we thought we'd search for you. it is not safe here in cyrodiil, we must go north, to Skyrim. you know we'll be safe there, come with us.'.

then, most unexpectatly njered answered. 'i will come with you, but you shouldn't be so sure about being safe, you will see why.'

so it is that njered went north with a group of nord warriors of his sistertribe. but unlike him, they do not know that it's not all that safe....

Sam headed into the village near by and started to trade with the locals selling clothes and listening to gossip. A guy named Njered was up for a hit.
"We got a job!" Said Sam smiling but suddenly he heard a guard shouting.
"Peter is coming open the gate!" The gates opened and Peter rode in on his steed.
"Njered has a army! prepare the defences!" He ordered.
"I seen your poster and I think me and my partner can help" Sam Said.
"Who are you?" Asked peter
Sam lifted his hood. "well most of you know me......I'm Sam the highway man." Suddenly all the locals grabbed a weapon and pointed it at Sam and Emma.
"You and your big mouth!" Emma said.
"Wait....If you help stop Njered and hijacking are caravans we will not hang you and you and your wife a plot of land." Said Peter.
"Ok we will now put those damn weapons down." Said Sam.

'Allright. You can get any weapon you want and any assistance. You can find me and the others here. We will hear you when you got problems or killed the guy. Good luck. Youll need it, the man seems to not die any moment.'

'Now,' Peter said to his men, 'Whos ready to kill some Rebels..'

screamings from the village....a lot.. some of the warriors knew there presence wasnt unnoticed...
'we have to take a different way! it's too riscy!'
'indeed, it is' answered njered. 'we need to go around, loosing men isn't very usefull, we need all we can to survive the wilderness of skyrim!'

An outrider of the Legion came into the village. 'Sir, we are getting high visit! General Lucius is on his way here!'
General Lucius was the current leader of the Imperial Legion in the province of Cyrodiil.
'What is he going to do here?' Peter asked
'I dont know sir, but he has an entire armed force with him!'

some of the warriors scouted ahead. suddenly they came back, running. there was some frightening on their faces
'we need to move on! quickly!' why? what's wrong?' answered njered.
'an etirearmy of imperial soldiers, lead by general lucius!'
'never heard of him....sounds like a nice man..but no time to meet him. Come on! we're going! QUICKLY!'
and so the warriors ran as fast as they could. hoping not to be seen.

The village was all heavily working. Everything should be tip-top if the general came. 'Polish yer armor!'
'So,' Peter asked to his second in command,'did they double the border patrols to Skyrim?'
'No sir. Three doubled.' He laughed.
'Very well'

it worke. the nords had managed to flee, unnoticed. but then they saw something they did not like at all. the borders to skyrm were guarded better then usual.
'stay low!'said njered''you do not want them to see you! we'll stay here for some time, when we know exactly when the guards are at what place. and when we find out when we can sneak through unnoticed, we will!'

Name: Tuy-Mulm
Race: Argonian
Age: 47
Male/Female: Male
Faction: Argonian Empire
Description: He was brought up in the Black Marsh. He is a democrat that can and will act on force.He can amass an army with mere speeches.
Appereance: A Paatru Argonian,small stout. Almost frog like.
Starting place: Bravil
Weaponry: A shortbow and a refined elven longsword.

The general wanted to talk to Peter alone, so they did.
'So, whats this business with that Nord?' the general asked 'I heard he escaped..'
'He did, my lord, but we have someone on it.'
'Tell me more..'
'Its that highway man. We offered him, instead of the gold to pay his bounty, that his bounty will be gone and he will get a nice patch of farmland. He accepted. The Nord is one of the leaders of the rebels, so its worth it.'
'Indeed it is.'

after one whole night they had found the hole in the guarding. every 2 hours, they would be able to slip through unnoticed, for 40 seconds.
their plan had worked, 2 hours later they managed to escape to skyrim, but its not all that safe up there, too....

supremeoverlordVECT: God mod! Thou shall not go out of Cyrodiil!

well you nevre told me that before! so how could i have known?

Its in the rules.

new character ( because njered now lives a happy life in skyrim...probably...)

Name: Dakhrok
Race: nord
Age: 26
Male/Female: male!!
Faction: mercenaries
Description: grew up in the bitter lands of skyrim. but when the high king was dead, he travveled to cyrodiil, now he's a mercenarie, ready to kill for almost any reward of some value
mostly imperails ask him to work for them, he doesnt mind. he could even kill his own family for them..except his favourite brother, Njered.
Appereance: strong, tall, brown long hair and a beard..
Starting place: settlement/village
Weaponry: sword, twohanded axe, bow and arrows..dagger, heavy nord armour
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thenoobbomb wrote:Its in the rules.

really? cant find it anywhere....

it was almost midnight, when Dakhrok heard his brother had escaped to skyrim with some Nords.
'What? The fool! he knows it's safer to be here in cyrodiil then in those cursed lands!' he shouted.
he was not happy at all.
his favourite brother would be killed..
'there's more..' said the messenger 'he is being hunt for. The imperials want to catch him. they have sent an outlaw to bring him back to them, either dead or alive..'
neither Njered and the hunter will survive in Skyrim. Trust me, it's very dangerous, danger you can not imagine, for you have to see it to believe it.'

another messenger suddenly came running into the tavern in the village. 'I'm looking for some Dakhrok?' 'here!' answered Dakhrok.
'mister Dakhrok. The village chief wants you to kill somebody for him. You must go after the thief whom has stolen food, he wont be far away, but if you don't go fast, he'll stay ahaed of you forever!'
'don't worry, i'll get him!'

I guess his fav bro is Njered and the man gets killed by Sam the Highwayman (oh, I love that name!)

It didnt take long. Dakhrok had killed the thief and brought back the food, and now he was claiming his reward.
'So, what have you got for me?' asked he
'You think you'll get a reward for killeng someone? people kil people every day, some for free... So tell me, why should i pay a simple mercenarie like you?' said the chief

'Maggoty Breton!' shouted Dakhrok. He took his axe, killed the guards and just when he was about to kill the chief he shouted: 'I'll never work for Bretons anymore, Imperials pay me better and are far more thrustworthy!'
'Wait!' screamed the chief 'Wait, please, you'll get what you want', I'll give you anything, ANYTHING! as long as you don't kill me! Please!?'
'Too bad'answered Njered. 'All i currently want i you! dead...'
CHOP! and the chief was decapitated.
It was clear, Dakhrok wouldn't work for Bretons anymore