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Main Characters

Name: Arcan Lor
Age: 23
Race: Vampire (previously Altmer)
Armor: Robes with leather shoulders.
Weapons: Magic User mainly. Normally used magic powers are Vampiric Drain, Flames and Sparks. And any spells learned along the way. But mostly Destruction Spells.
Personality: Originally an Altmer, Arcan had the I am better than you attitude, but now that he is a Vampire, his mindset about that has changed. He feels a bit disconnected from the other Altmers now mainly because he contracted Sanguinare Vampiris in the Summerset Isles, didn't know what the disease was exactly and later turned into a Vampire.
Biography: Arcan was an Altmer Wizard before he became a Vampire. He was one of the many wizards that had the original assignment to go to the College of Winterhold to investigate the college, but was instead usurped by another Altmer Thalmor named Ancano. As his immediate first reaction, Arcan went to the Aldimeri Dominion to go along side Ancano, but was left down being told he didn't have the knowledge and would be in Ancano's way.

So, Arcan decided to show them, by going to Skyrim to hunt down a Vampire, gather Vampire Dust and the head of a Vampire to show that he can overcome the disease of Sanguinare Vampiris. He found one such location by overhearing a mercenary talking to a villager. The location was called Broken Fang Cave. So, Arcan asked for directions to the cave saying he was conducting a biological research of the Vampires. His bluff worked and he retained the directions he needed. But when he got there he was unprepared. He wore Hooded Thalmor Robes which had no armor rating whatsoever, he a dagger with and his magic. He did not have a shield, but he did have a Standard Ward spell, but didn't bother using it because he needed to burst damage fast which ended up not being fast enough.

He was able to to pass the skeletons with ease, the vampires in there were also easy, but he thought he cleared the area before noticing the leading vampire in the cave. Arcan decided to quickly change his spells, he was casting the Standard Ward on his left hand and Sparks on his right hand awhile having two Minor Magicka potions left and ready to be used. The leading vampire was casting Vampiric Drain along with Lightning Bolt. The damage was too much but Arcan was strugglingly hanging on in the battle. He managed to use his potions up, get the leading vampire down and ending the battle with minimal health and got Sanguinare Vampiris. After three days, he became a full stage one Vampire.

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Name: Althea Jovanna
Age: 20
Race: Bosmer (Wood Elf)
Armor: Light Leather armor, cowl instead of helmet
Weapons: Sturdy hunting bow made by her father, a skilled huntsman, and a steel dagger strapped to her side.
Personality: Althea is a quiet one. She keeps to herself simply because she is in love with the outdoors. She would rather be exploring than wasting time talking to people. However, her father raised her to be kind if she expects kindness. Yet she has a darker side no one has even begun to tap into, not even her father.
Biography: As a child, Althea grew up all over the northern area of Valenwood. She knows all the roads, trails, and has even made her own secret passageways as well. She was brought up by her father, her mother was killed by a bear when she was only thirteen. Her father kept them alive by hunting, both for food and to sell to make profit. As his daughter, Althea learned everything she knows about archery from her father. However, when Althea went off by herself for a time to explore or simply pass time, she'd practice battle and fighting, even saved up to buy a dagger in secret when she was but fifteen. She was also an avid reader, and soon discovered what Spell Tomes were. Since then, her skills grew and her thoughts for her future expanded as well. She realized that she has been wanting, needing something more. Althea has become determined to travel and participate in a traveler's adventures. So she has set her sights for Skyrim.
Now, at the age of twenty, Althea has been journeying for many weeks now and has arrived to the city of Riverwood, just a few days' ride to Whiterun, one of the main capitals of Skyrim
She had saved and prepared for years before finally saying goodbye to her beloved father and taking the first step towards her long, long journey. On that day, when she mounted her horse, Myrna, and set off with her packs of supplies, determination on her face. Althea realized that she didn't know if she would be returning or not, but she knew that it would determine her fate.

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Name: Niall Wulffmann
Age:28
Race: Nord
Armor: Steel chainmail armor with hide worked in for mobility
Weapons: Skyforged Steel Greatsword, Silver Greatsword. Steel Crossbow
Personality: At first glance, Niall appears to be a gruff and brutish man standing head and shoulders above most others, his sharp eyes glinting underneath long hair. And his reactions have been shaped by this perception. He is blunt, to the point and prefers to be left to his own devices. But if one can get past these and many more, lesser flaws that make up human beings, one finds a kind and loyal friend in the big man, one willing to go to great lengths to see others succeed in their own goals. He has a deep rooted sense of chivalry and honor, as well as tendency to jump In to harm’s way to protect what he believes in. he has a Fiery temper that erupts once provoked. Though, it takes a great deal of effort for him to reach that point. Niall loves to work with his hands and does so often, using the time as a way to think and reflect. He seeks to master any challenge or skill placed in front of him, saying that to do any less is doing a disservice to the matter at hand. He does not tolerate those who are disrespectful to woman, and has a distinct dislike of lazy people. He also has no love of criminals.
Biography: Niall grew up as the eldest son of a blacksmith in a sleepy little village to the north of Whiterun along with his two younger sisters. Throughout his childhood played and worked hard playing little attention to politics or the world at large, as such matters were best left to his parents, Jarls and kings of Skyrim. Though that carefree existence came to an abrupt end with the arrival of members of the Thalmor, they swept through the village destroying all images of Talos and the nine Divines, pulling people from their homes and telling them to recant there wicked ways. His father would not. Their home was burnt to cinders and Niall’s father was put to the sword. Struck with grief the family rebuilt and began their practice anew, with Niall and his younger sisters taking up their fathers old craft. Life continued but the three siblings were inexperienced and could not create the same kind of quality goods that there father could, as such they could not make as much gold. In order to support his family, Niall struck out to join the Storm Cloaks, a group of likeminded individuals who sought to drive the Thalmor and those who remained complicate in their actions out of Skyrim. But upon his arrival in the city of Windhelm Niall could see the same glint of intolerance that he saw in the eyes of the Thalmor “Skyrim for the Nords!” the Storm Cloaks proclaimed, “but where does that leave everyone else?” he would ask. Settling down to recoup some of his funds for the next leg of his journey Niall met and befriended an odd pair, A Redguard and Kajit both who were skilled in their chosen craft, monster hunting and adventuring respectfully. They struck a deal, he would maintain their equipment and they would teach him their crafts as well as cut him in on the payoffs of their jobs. After three years and much travel across the land, the group parted on friendly terms and went their separate ways. With his new skills Niall began his journey home, enjoying the happy reunion that he had with his sisters and mother. For a time he enjoyed the quiet life once again but before too long realized that he was not the same as he was when he left, he longed for adventure and combat. Hearing of the exploits of the adventurers and soldiers known as the Companions, Niall once again left home with the promise to continue to send money to his family, left once more. Joining the honorable group, Niall was once more content with his life, and rose through the ranks quickly joining the circle after a year of service. Using his skills he now offers his service through the Guild though he still travels the land putting down monsters and bandits to make Skyrim a better place in the way he is most able.

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Side Characters

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Name:Drelfa Trafalgar
Age:28
Race:It's complicated.
Armor:Light plated armor worn underneath dually enchanted mage's robes.
Weapons:A honed ebony knife enchanted with fire, as well as a small war axe of illusion hidden beneath her robes.
Biography:Drelfa was born on Summerset Isle, but the illegal eloping of an Altmer woman and a Bosmer man forced them to leave the country shortly after her birth. When they came to Skyrim, they went straight to Solitude, for they assumed they had family there. It turned out to be a trap set by the Thalmor, who made them choose to work for them, or watch their daughter die in front of them, and then be executed themselves. Terrified, her parents both swiftly agreed to do anything for Drelfa's life. Her mother, being a High Elf, was put in the hunter's group, the Thalmor's reckless assassins. They forced her father into hard labor, and the family was thrust into an impoverished side of the city of Riften. Her mother, determined to keep her family alive, did so by keeping herself alive during the dangerous and horrible missions the Thalmor forced her to do. For years, as Drelfa grew up somewhat by herself, because her parents were at the end of the Thalmor's blade. By the time Drelfa was in her teenage years, she had become accustomed to learning and using magic. She had read several spell Tomes by this time, and could skillfully cast many spells. She used her talents in her work, at a shop in downtown Riften, where she sold ingredients she found along the road, when she would go outside the town and wander, waiting, hoping, for her mother to return. As more years passed, Drelfa's mother was completely wrapped up in the Thalmor's schedule, now of higher rank and going on more dangerous quests. Her father had gotten it worse, however, because the Thalmor found their inbreeding disgusting and immoral, and collapsed one day in the fields and didn't wake up. Drelfa was the one that found him several days later, cold and long dead. She fell into a depression, that lasted until her mother came home weeks later. When she was told about her husband, she simply left the room and didn't come back.
The tiny cottage in Riften that Drelfa had grown up in with her parents, was now suddenly hers. Until the Thalmor came after her because her mother abandoned both of them and apparently fled the country. Figuring she could make it staying in Riften, but the Thalmor came for her. Barely surviving against two rookie agents with her spells, Drelfa decided to pack up and leave shortly after.
For a long while she just stayed on the road, catching her own food and keeping to herself, Not wanting the Thalmor to be on her trail. She had still gotten attacked her fair share of years on the road, and found the Thalmor have even resorted to hiring lowly Nords and Imperials dressed as guards to come after her. She quickly became skillful in destruction magic, which she used daily. She also became an incredible enchanter, and made sure everything on her person that could be enchanted, was.
She did try to return to Riften at one time, and had proclaimed it an unsafe place, once and for all. The forests and cave were better for her.. }flashback{ As she walk through the town, she noticed how it had shriveled slightly since she had left because of the thieves guild, and she found many of her friends had either died or 'disappeared into the shadows' which Drelfa assumed meant 'joined the thieves underneath the city.'
She did find one friend, though. A woman her mother knew as a sister who had helped her family with food when she was young, Maven Black-Briar, had also changed since the Thalmor had run Drelfa out of town. She was becoming quite prosperous, and she found she wasn't nice to many people unless they were family or like family. However, as Drelfa had hoped wouldn't happen, the Thalmor came after her once again. This time they were dressed as thieves and snuck into the room Maven and Drelfa were catching up in, and attacked them. Drelfa immediately incinerated all three of the fools, right in front of Maven. In fear for her old friend's life, she bid a very short farewell and left the city once again.
Later, Drelfa found out that one of the people she had known as a child in Riften had gone and reported seeing her in the city to the Thalmor, in exchange for money. }end flashback{
In her mid-twenties, she received a letter whilst on the road, an invitation for security from an old friend of her mother's.. Drelfa decided to take her time thinking on it, and continued, though in the general direction of the city Maven Black-Briar's letter directed her.
As she made it to Whiterun, she found the room already rented for her, and items stored in her room for her. She enjoyed comfort, yet kept to herself and out of people's line of sigh for fear of the Thalmor once again finding her location. Unfortunately, they ended up sniffing her out as they always did if she dared enter a city, and she was forced to escape the city before they attacked. On the road, she didn't hesitate with going with her gut and the word of Maven, and headed for Riften again. However, she was going to take her own way instead of the one Maven suggested, and sneak into the city without even being seen.
Personality:Prefers to be by herself, with her books and ingredients. Hardly talkative at all, can seem standoffish but really wants to be able to trust someone. She kept her nose shoved into her magic and enchantments, like searching for rare ingredients and filling soul gems whilst taking an alternate, longer way to Riften. She also has a great interest in illusion magic, and is quite good at hide and seek.  

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Althea stood up and capped her water container after filling it with fresh water she found at a creek right off the main road she had been traveling on. They weren't very hard to come by in Skyrim. The land had many sources of clear, fresh water because of the mountains there. Althea had been utterly amazed when she had seen the first few glimpses of the snow-topped mountains on the horizon. Even now, having officially been in Skyrim for three weeks, the elf still found them incredibly beautiful and mysterious. Legend told of the many underground caverns and passageways below the mountains of Skyrim, inhabited by vicious creatures.
Althea herself was used to dealing with wild creatures, having done nothing but hunt and kill her whole life, alongside her father. She had been ambushed by wolves along the way, but never more than one or two at a time. She had a close call with a cave bear as she was passing a dark cave off a side road, less traveled. Incredibly, Althea sensed the creature before it sensed her. She thanked the gods that day for the lucky wind that had probably saved her life.
Now, Althea put away her water container in her satchel and mounted her horse, Myrna, to continue her journey. The large, muscular horse made Althea feel tiny in comparison. The grey horse huffed and bent to munch some fresh greens. If it hadn't been for the traveling, Myrna would have gotten fat from all the food she found in Skyrim. Back in Valenwood, Althea had to forage weekly for fresh greens for Myrna as a treat instead of her usual stack of hay.
Althea snapped out of her homesick thoughts and set her sights, once again, forwards, north, towards Whiterun. Her last stop before then was to be Riverwood, a small village south of Whiterun. There, Althea could find a place to set up camp and rest for the final days' journey to the big city.
As they set off, Althea checked her quiver to be sure she had at least a handful of arrows. Then secured the strap that held her dagger to her hip. One could never be too wary in foreign lands. Her father had been smart enough to teach her how to make her own arrows if hers ever got broke or lost, and also how to enchant them to make them stronger using magic. Her dagger had been enchanted once she had caught her first soul. She didn't want just any weak, old enchantment, so she went hunting. As a natural explorer and adventurer, Althea knew where all the caves and predators and dangerous creatures resided in the forests in which she grew up. She also happened to know of one bear, so old her dad didn't even remember when it had first appeared.
>flashback<
Althea had the gem, safely strapped to her side in a small satchel, her bow, with plenty of handmade arrows, and of course the spell. It was the first Spell Tome she had ever read. And she had learned surprisingly fast. Now, crouching at the side of a rock on top of a hill, she stared down at her right hand, which glowed a dark blackish purple. Magic. In her hands. A soul trap spell, to be exact. she had it planned out. she would wait at the top of the entrance to the bear's cave for it to wander in or out, shoot it dead with her bow, then trap it's soul as it died. Althea sometimes wondered at the injustice of this. How often did people do this? Do they do it for a living? Will the animals ever run out? What then? But she pushed those thoughts aside and stood up, ready to do what she had to just to be strong enough to survive in the world she lived in.
Crouched low to the ground, stepping lightly, Althea made her way to the edge of the rock that was the roof of the old bear's home. It was evening, the sun was starting to change colors on the horizon, and there was no sign of the bear. Althea was prepared to wait hours, even days. But, to her surprise, she had to wait only minutes before the bear lumbered towards its lair. Althea had her bow ready in a second, the arrow pierced the bear's heart in the next. Before she even had time to blink, the bear was dying, and she was charging her spell and leaping off the rock she had been perched upon. She approached the bear, and with a flick of her hand that she had practiced on rabbits so many times, the spell was cast on the dying animal. Althea placed her bow in her quiver and took out her only soul gem, a larger common one. The creature went completely still, and the elf felt the magic as it captured it's soul inside the gem.
>flashback end<
Althea was snapped out of her reverie when she saw guard towers and people and buildings up ahead. Riverwood. Althea had expected the trip to be boring, riding on the back of her horse for hours and hours. However she found that the land made her daydream even more than usual, and dwell on things she hadn't thought of in years. She could already tell there was something for her here.
As the wood elf approached the gates, and guard setpped into her path to talk with her. She slowed Myrna to a stop in front of the guard, and pulled her cowl down, revealing her long silver hair and light purple eyes. The guard regarded her weapons and packs, assessing her as a traveler. "Just passing through, elf?" He asked brusquely.
Althea regarded him as well. "Yes, guardsman. I planned to stay a night and restock my supplies, then heading off for Whiterun in the morn. Will your village admit me for the evening?"
Upon arrival in Skyrim, Althea had to communicate with several new types of people. She began to hear her own Bosmer accent more. The further inland she traveled, the more Nords she spoke with and observed. She had grown accustomed to seeing Imperials, for she had to trek through Cyrodiil for weeks before coming close to Skyrim. She had seen few elves, but what ones she saw were usually Bosmer like herself. Althea wondered how diverse Skyrim actually was.
The guard had moved her along, and pointed her in the direction of the inn and trader store. She headed to the inn first. She tied Myrna to a post outside the building and went in. Few people occupied the meager place. There were two Nordic innkeepers, the woman was sweeping under tables, and the man behind the counter appeared to be slicing bread and cheese. She approached the woman and asked for a room for one.
"Very well, that will be ten Septims. You can have the one on the right, and if you're hungry, Orngar at the counter can cook you up something decent. Thanks for coming to the Sleeping Giant." The woman resumed her sweeping, and Althea continued to her room, which she found quite large and much too extravagant for the price she had paid. Disregarding this simply out of exhaustion, she shut the door behind her, kicked her boots off and fell on the bed, happy to be able to rest in a bed instead of a cot on the ground.
Unfortunately, her stomach disagreed with her wish to sleep, and she eventually got up to get something to eat. She bought a bit of bread and cheese from Orngar, then munched on an apple she found in the end table by her bed. She realized this was stealing. But thieves were everywhere, doing worse things than stealing apples. Even so, the girl's curiosity led her to search every cabinet in her room, with her door locked tight. She found a bit of gold, some charcoal and paper, and a book.
Then she went over to the wardrobe. She lifted the latch and tugged, but it was apparently locked. She examined it and noticed a keyhole hidden in the carvings. Checking the lock on her door a second time, Althea pulled her old lock pick she had had for months and had yet to break on her. In second the lock clicked, and the doors swung open to reveal.. nothing. It looked as if its back were missing and it was just up against the wall. Althea wasn't convinced. She rapped on the center of the 'wall' and discovered that it wasn't a wall, but a false back panel. She found the notch in the corner, and slid open the back to reveal a hidden staircase leading down into a darkened room. The elf's eyes widened in amazement. Her first night in a town in Skyrim, and she had already discovered something incredible.
She started downwards but hesitated, considering what could be down there. Or who could be down there. But she figured it look be lit and look inhabited if there were someone hiding out. FInally, she pushed those thoughts from her mind, determined to continue on bravely.
She shut here eyes, concentrated for a moment, and when she opened her eyes, the stairway was lit by the glowing orb in Althea's palm. Magelight. This was another of her first spells. She unsheathed her Dagger of Shocks, and proceeded down. What she found wasn't dangerous, just old. It appeared nobody had been in this room for hundreds of years. There was dust covering everything, wilted ingredients for potions lie dead on the shelves next to an alchemy table. A bookshelf that looked like it was about to collapse, and an old chest off to the side, also appearing to not seen human contact in ages. Realizing quickly that there was no threat, Althea sheathed her weapon and lit a torch to light the room.
The young elf had a fun day and night there, in that room and at that inn. She decided the room had a special purpose, and chose to put everything she had looked at back where it was. She felt that history had been made in this room, and it should be left untouched and sacred in its own.
The Bosmer and her horse got good rest, food, and company in the little town of Riverwood, but Althea was ready to continue to Whiterun the very next day. As she packed her fresh goods, strapped herself and her horse up, she looked once more at the lovely little town and thought to herself, When I get what I initially came to Skyrim for, whatever it might be, and if I live through it. I'd like to marry and live here, comfortably. She then mounted her horse and rode away, excitedly awaiting the next step.  

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Niall quietly made his way through the wilds with focus and purpose. A saddle and pack thrown over his left shoulder leaving his right arm unencumbered, ‘they called the wilds of Skyrim for a reason’ h thought to himself somberly remembering the longtime friend and companion that he had lost reciently… his faithful mount, Ironstride had passed on, felled by the claws of a Spriggan. His quest had been to make the woods of Elderloam safe once more for the woodsmen. the Companions had been contacted when the third one had been found dead, thus, he had been tasked by Aela to go forth and deal with the problem as he saw fit.
Niall sighed once more, shaking his head to clear his thoughts while coming to a stop atop a large hill. Surveying the land with a practiced eye Niall could not help but wince slightly, night was setting in and he had still a ways yet to travel, though the sparkling lights of Riverwood was a welcome sight. Mulling over the thought of spending the night amongst the townsfolk was pitted against the jingle of coin in his pouch in the end though the temptation of a hot meal and warm bed won out against oats and the rocky ground that crunched beneath his boots. Changing directions, Niall began to walk once more though this time towards the small logging village.

Quietly making his way to the front gate, Niall waved at the guard and called out a greeting. “Ho there serrah.” he shouted waving his hand “does the inn have room enough for one more traveler?”

The guard turned to face Niall and though his face was concealed by his helmet his smile could be heard in his voice “ Welcome Companion, yes the inn should have one more room left. I suggest you hurry before someone else takes it eh?” nodding Niall walked on with a smile on his face though he could continue to feel the guards gaze as he approached with the grace of a predator. ‘Probably the white hair’ Niall thought as he moved past the guard who only now realized the giant of a man whom he granted access to the town. The guard took a breath to ask a question but Niall cut him off “ The color of my hair is a result of an… affliction I was struck with once. Im not contagious, may I enter? ” he finished speaking with his voice rumbling with an undertone of anger. the guard nodded dumbly as Niall pushed past him. in truth his white hair was an oddity of his that cropped up when he took his oaths and joined in the circle of the wolves, though his younger sisters, Kaitlin and Salia both said it made him look dashing. Shrugging it off Niall made his way to the Sleeping Giant inn, opened the door and entered the building, smiling at the smells and sounds that greeted him.

Walking to the bar Niall asked for a meal and a room, “Of course, the room on the left ‘oer there is free, ‘tis yours along with a hot meal for thirteen septims” Niall nodded and set down his coin and picked up the key the barman set down before sweeping the coin behind the counter. Walking over Niall unlocked the door and stepped inside. Shutting the door and locking it behind him. dropping his traveling gear, Niall let out a deep breath and sat down for a moment happy for the silence of the room around him. standing once more Niall shed his armor but kept his swords and exited the room to the main hall of the inn, there he enjoyed a good meal of stew and several pints of a local brew before retiring once more to his room. Sleep as usual, was filled with dreams of the hunt but that was to be expected. It was part of who he was and when he awoke in the morning he gathered his gear buckled down his armor once more, shouldered his pack and left the quaint town, bound for the City of Whiterun and more importantly, in his mind at least, for the hall of Jorrvaskr.

"The White Wolf of Jorrvaskr"

 

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Althea had been riding for a few hours now, and something was nagging at her. She felt something was wrong with this trip.. Since she had left Riverwood, things had been very quiet, as she expected to face more wild beasts on her way to Whiterun. After another hour or so, the elf decided to go with her gut. She slid off her horse, and tied Myrna to a small tree off the road and out of sight. she then readied her bow, hid between a rock and a bush, and waited for whatever she sensed was following her.
She didn't have to wait long. Althea held her breath as she saw what appeared to be two Imperial guards, but the way they spoke, they were just posing as guards. Bounty hunters.. Althea thought, listening in on their conversation. "Where could she have gotten to? I know I saw her come this way. You're sure this is the elf we're looking for?" The first bounty hunter stopped and turned to his partner, awaiting his answer. Althea waited too. She wouldn't hesitate to attack if she found out they were hunting her. But if they were mistaken, she could just as easily hide herself and send them off on a false trail. Humans are a lot like animals, I've realized..
"I'm positive. She stayed at the Sleeping Giant last night in Riverwood. Orngar will tell me anything about his guests for the right price. which isn't usually much. Tch.. Country folk. Don't know the value of a Septim until they're completely swindled." Althea's brow furrowed without her control. How dare they speak of those kind people so rudely?! They had welcomed a foreigner into their town, and a place to sleep and eat. These people weren't just causing trouble for her, Althea was sure they had caused even more trouble elsewhere.
The two guards continued on down the road, and Althea followed, hoping to find a secluded place to ambush and take care of them. Althea didn't like killing people, but she also didn't like people who killed people for money or just the fun of it. So she silently followed the two bounty hunters. They approached a part of the path that narrowed so as to accommodate all the trees. Althea decided she was done with trailing them, and got herself up in a tree for cover, and drew an arrow.
The bounty hunters were still completely oblivious to her presence, and also confused as to why they lost her trail. Althea cursed both of them as she placed her arrow upon her bow and drew back. She aimed and checked it only once, sure of her shot. She released her arrow, and it sailed through the air and stuck her target right where she had aimed. It sliced through the man's neck and protruded through the other side, making him fall over and twitch around a bit before finally lying still, in death. The other bounty hunter was at the dead man's side, and as he stood up to draw his sword and go search for his partner's killer, Althea had another arrow ready. The guard, completely befuddled, started off in Althea's hiding place. Before he took even three steps, her arrow had pierced his heart and he fell, dead instantly.
Althea took a large breath and jumped from the tree branch. She walked over to the two dead men, and searched the both of them. She found gold, a jewel that she didn't recognize, and the bounty they had accepted. Turns out, she wasn't even the one they were supposed to be tailing. Their target was supposed to be an Altmer, a high elf, named Drelfa. She resided in Whiterun, Althea's destination. She pocketed the bounty and decided she would find this woman in Whiterun and tell her of the bounty that was placed on her head. The wood elf realized that this was, in fact, her first step. She now actually had a purpose for going to Whiterun.
Althea made her way back down the trail to retrieve Myrna. She then set off, once again, towards her destination, feeling a bit more of use now.
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She saw the city an hour or so before she even entered it. It was bigger than what the books she read had described. The stone walls were the height of six grown men, the building rising above even the walls, and Dragonsreach, topping it off, looming above the rest of the city, it's Jarl inside, presiding over important matters. Althea was so excited she could barely stand it. She heeled Myrna to go faster. As she trotted the last few steps to the gate, the city seemed to be begging for her to enter. As she approached the gate, a guard stepped in front of her, once again, and asked her why she was here, in Whiterun. "I am here to explore the city, find some work, earn a few septims, and just to enjoy the town. It is quite possible I'll be moving on eventually, though. The elf couldn't stop herself from beaming, as her first destination was but a few feet in front of her. To the guard, she probably seemed like a lunatic. But, he let her pass, not saying anything, he just opened the large gates and revealed the inside of the lovely city. Althea entered and tied Myrna to a post by a patch of thistle, so she could enjoy the big city too. She gathered her belongings from her mount to her back, and asked the nearest person, a Nord, where she could find a place to sleep for the night. "If you continue down this main road a bit, you'll enter the marketplace. straight on through you'll see a building called the Bannered Mare. Ysolda can rent you a room there."
Althea smiled and thanked the man, then continued down the way he had pointed. When she came to the Marketplace, she couldn't help but buy a few things. The tomatoes they sold there were so ripe and red, she had to have one. Then, on the other side, she saw a lovely emerald circlet for an excellent price. I could enchant this for peerless archery.. she thought to herself, as she entered the Bannered Mare.
She rented a room from the owner and went there to unload herself. She didn't realize how much she had been carrying until she stored it all in the chest and locked it. Except her quiver with her bow and arrows in it. Those never left her person.
Althea ate herself a quick meal, then left the inn to explore the city.  

[Sven Bergfalk]

Niall stopped his trek towards the city of Whiterun as a familiar cloying scent made itself known to the man. it was feint on the wind but still there for the werewolf to track. Carefully setting down his saddle and pack, Niall stepped off the high road and began to make his way quietly through the woods. as his detour continued Niall began to notice signs of two individuals who were moving rather carelessly through the wood, they were also in a staggered pattern, suggesting a search, but for what? Niall’s search came to an abrupt end at the sight of two bodies, both in imperial legionnaire armor, both shot dead with arrows. Frowning, Niall searched the surrounding woods but could find no sign of the attackers before returning once more to the bodies, whereupon he knelt down and checked them for identification. Finding none along with any supplies or orders he concluded that they were either lost or imposters, either way they should be reported, it wouldn’t do for any idiot to go running around in military armor using their authority as their own. Muttering a quick prayer to the nine over the bodies, Niall stood and left the corpses to the wilds, returning to his pack and saddle. He had wasted enough time investigating this for curiosities sake and had lost valuable daylight.
The remainder of his journey on foot passed quickly as the clouds drifted overhead. Niall had begun to whistle a nameless tune to pass the time. Though he broke in to a sprint as the farmlands surrounding Whiterun came in to view, the last leg of his journey home had begun.
Niall rolled his shoulders as he finally walked through the Iconic double gates of the city of Whiterun smiling as he looked up to the high pass where the Jarls home and stronghold “Dragonsreach” sat looking up at the building that sat just beneath the Jarls home and off to the side Niall whispered “Jorrvaskr”
Weaving through the market crowd was more difficult than one might expect especially when carrying a much more cumbersome burden than most sane men would carry. The people were kind enough to move out of the way of the burdened warrior but when a small group of children sprinted by Niall tipped over and found himself nearly on the flat of his back. Cursing darkly, the warrior mounted the steps up to the mead hall and dropped his burden inside the door. Nodding at the brothers Farkas and Vilkas, who in turn returned the gesture, Niall rummaged through his things for a moment before standing once more, and with a small wave, he turned right back around and left to sell off the trinkets and goods he had acquired while he was on his quest.
Making his way through the market towards Belethor’s General Goods, Niall caught sight of a rather odd person in the market. One of the Bosmer, and a rather pretty one at that, as the flow of the crowd pushed him in her direction came to pass by and in doing so he locked eyes with her. After staring for several moments he blinked and not wanting to be considered rude he nodded politely and greeted the woman " A good day to you Hunter."

"The White Wolf of Jorrvaskr"

 

[RaspberryTwilsey]

Althea's first stop was to be the blacksmith's shop she saw at the front of the town, right by the gates. She figured this would be a good place to begin, since the city was so large. Besides, she had a few ingots and septims, so she figured she'd repair and enhance her weapons while she could. To her surprise, there was a woman working at the workbench. She had her hair tied back roughly, out of her face, her clothes and face had smudges of dirt on them, probably from the smelter, and she was hammering ferociously at the chestpiece she was working on. The woman had her sleeves rolled up, and sweat was pouring down her face. Althea almost didn't want to bother her, but as she kept thinking, she figured this woman was working so hard because times were tough and she needed whatever coin she could earn. So, Althea approached the blacksmith. "Good afternoon, blacksmith. I was hoping you might allow me to pay you for the use of your forge? I assure you I will not be in your way." Althea tried to hide the glee from her voice, as she was still extremely excited to just be in the city. The woman stopped hammering and turned to the elf. She had a much kinder face than what Althea had imagined, although it had lines from age and working all her life. "You don't have to pay me for that. This forge has been here even longer than my family. It belongs to Whiterun, not me. However, I could help if you're looking to purchase some tools for improving your weapons."
Althea spent about a half hour at the forge, fixing this and improving that. Her bow was shining and taught when she finished it. The blacksmith, whose name she learned was Adrianne, helped her to learn to use the workbench to improve all her armor without making it any heavier. She gathered that Althea was a light-armor wearer and showed her the best material to make light armor from. The woman didn't claim to be the best at what she did, but Althea had never met a better blacksmith who knew as much about metal and leather than this woman.
When Althea had finally finished improving everything she wore, she insisted the blacksmith take some coin for her services. Adrianne wouldn't have any of it, though. "I can sell you my wares, but my skills are mine to share as I please. You don't owe me a single coin, you've already paid me for the leather." Althea wasn't about to accept this, so she went inside to find her husband. "Your wife sure is a stubborn one. The woman helped me improve all my armor, and not to mention my overall skill in blacksmithing, and won't accept my money. Would you please take this and give it to her when you can?" The man behind the counter was smiling and shaking his head, indicating that this had happened before. "No problem, lass. Thank you for being so kind during these difficult times. May the Divines bless you." Althea blinked for a second, then thanked the man and left, remembering the Nords worshipped the Nine Divines, so that's who they prayed to. So having someone wish a blessing upon her made her feel good.
The elf was ready to do some real shopping, so she headed to the marketplace. She wanted to buy some fresh food so she could start cooking her own food, instead of paying outrageous prices for food cooked at the inn. There was a line at the stand for produce, which was what she needed first. She she waiting, people watching and still staring at all the buildings and structures. She finally made it to the front, and picking up a few leeks, tomatoes, and potatoes. She paid the woman behind the counter and moved away, to another stand that sold bread and cheese. Yet another line was she forced to wait in.
As she waited, she caught sight of an enormous hulk of a man coming down the steps of an old mead hall. The man was so huge, her eyes lingered on him for a moment. Before that moment ended, however, the man blinked, then looked straight at her, in the eyes. Althea was so startled, she broke the eye contact. She then cursed herself for appearing weak. How had he looked up and into her eyes first thing? He had just exited the mead hall when she caught sight of him. And only a second had passed after she caught sight of him and he looked directly at her. She decided there was something different about him, but she didn't know if it was a good or bad different. Althea had been so lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize the man whose intent she was contemplating had walked right up next to her and greeted her, as a hunter. Althea was very startled again, but didn't let it show this time. For a moment she wondered why he addressed her as a hunter, then she realized foolishly, her bow. Through her trek north, Althea was hardly ever forced to catch her own food, for her skills earned her plenty of money wherever she went, although she could have easily fed herself with no money. As a child, hunting was good practice with a bow. Essentially killing two birds with one stone, Althea learned to hunt during her archery training.
Despite how much information had just run through the girl's head, naught but a second had passed since the strange man greeted her. She decided she ought to reply. "Good day, sir." She also decided it would seem funny if she ended their conversation right there, at hello. "Might you be able to point me in the direction of a good mead hall? It is my first night in this town, and I'd like to unwind after a long day of running errands." This actually wasn't a lie. Althea was already getting pretty tired. The city was large, the people bustling, and it was taking its toll. Plus, despite her age, Althea wasn't a novice drinker by any means. She had had a few nights to remember. A few of those had been on her trip up to Skyrim.
Althea hd made her way to the stand and began picking out some cheese as she awaited the large man's answer.  

[Sven Bergfalk]

Niall blinked as the elf asked for his recommendation for a good mead hall, smiling slightly he nearly pointed out that there was only one such establishment in town but that was not necessarily true. “ for food, drink and a clean bed you should seek out the Bannered Mare though anyone in town would have told you that. Jorrvaskr is up in the cloud district on your right. ‘tis the building with a ship’s hull for a roof. That’s the mead hall and home of the companions. Both would serve you well though be careful in Jorrvaskr, its patrons and a bit… enthusiastic... in both drink and deed.”

Stepping to the side to allow her passage he continued " though I can say that a new face is always welcome. if anyone gives you trouble in the hall ask for Kodlak or tell them you’re a friend of Niall. Though don’t drop either name lightly. Good day.”

with the polite dismissal he continued on his way to Belathor's shop. and upon entering rolled his eyes at the Bretons greeting and quip about how he would sell his sister in a heart beat. " sometimes Dear Belathor, i would swear that your married to Gold and had silver as your mistress."

the Breton smiled " and Copper would be the whore i use when both were unavailable. ah Niall that would be the life."

shaking his head but smiling Niall set out out the goods that he had collected on his travels, several decent blades, furs, precious gems and precious metals were laid beside some trinkets and a magical tome.

the Breton whistled "A good haul i see you have had out in the wilds " he commented before picking up the tome " how do you come across such interesting finds?"

" that came off the corpse of a rogue fire mage who was so full of his power he thought he could hurdle fireballs and travelers without consequence the others are from the usual, bandits, abandoned mines and my work for the companions." Niall replied with a shrug.

finishing his transaction with the vendor he exited the shop feeling cheerful with a bag full of coin and decided to see if he could find the Bosmer once more, if only for entertainments sake. she seemed the type who would fit in well up in Jorrvaskr. so to the mead hall he went.

"The White Wolf of Jorrvaskr"

 

[RaspberryTwilsey]

The young Bosmer listened intently whilst searching the man's face for any indication of some motive. When he told her to only speak his name, if stopped by anyone inside, she immediately knew he was of a higher rank in a coven or guild that probably began within the Mead Hall he was referencing. As he finished explaining, he politely excused himself. Althea muttered a quick thank you, and also continued about what she was doing. However, Althea didn't feel that was going to be the last time she saw the man. So, as she walked through the market and then through the rest of the city and its shops, exploring, she kept her head up, scanning faces in case he appeared again. Then she realized that was a foolish effort, for he was the size of a troll.
She didn't see the man for the rest of the afternoon, but by then she had already decided head to Jorrvaskr when it got a bit later, as she figured that was probably where Niall was to be headed come nightfall. Plus she still had buying and selling to do.
Althea wandered into a small shop that sold potion ingredients and some food and other miscellaneous items. She bought a couple ingredients to make a few bottles of health potion, but it was basically a painkiller. Althea preferred to make potions that enhanced her abilities, but those ingredients were difficult to acquire. She had managed to find two out of four of them, and bought the third in northern Valenwood on the first steps of her journey north. The last ingredient she was hoping to find in this store to be able to create a true shot potion was some juniper berries. After paying for the ingredient for her other potions, she asked the clerk, an elderly dark elf, Do you by chance have any juniper berries? I looked on a few shelves, but couldn't find any. I'll pay whatever you ask.
The clerk seemed to think for a second, then turned around and rummaged through a satchel that was set on the table. "Are these what you are searching for?" The Dunmer's accent leaked heavily in the woman's speech as she outstretched her hand with five ripe, blue juniper berries.
Althea reached into her bag and set a stack of gold on the counter. "This should be enough, correct?"
The woman hastily agreed and even offered her alchemy table free of charge. Althea thanked her and spent a while there, carefully making each potion to perfection. Then she packed her bag up, which was now getting heavy, and exited the store. She decided to head back to the inn and unload her goods in her trunk.
With that done, Althea grabbed her cowl, for she could be out late, and Skyrim is always cold at night, wherever you are. The elf had learned that the hard way and had promptly bought a thick cowl that also served as an excellent coat and blanket.
It was a surprisingly short walk to the mead hall, which she entered with no problems from anyone. She was greeted kindly by a maid as she sat down and asked for some ale. She drank, and enjoyed the mellow feel of the drink as she settled comfortably in the warm building, a large fire crackling in the center of the big room.
Althea, a patient girl, ate and drank here until she finally saw the enormous man crouch under the doorway and enter the building. Althea didn't look up. She didn't have to, because of his size. She took another sip of her ale and warmed her hand in the fire, her cowl covering her shiny hair and pointed ears..  

[Sven Bergfalk]

Niall ducked down as was usual when entering the mead hall so that his head cleared the door jam letting out a sigh of relief as he was now among friends. he glanced around as he made his way down the stairs towards the main table. " If I recall correctly the current record for the hall is a barrel of the brew in one sitting." he swiped a mug of the table while making his way over to the Kegs of mead sitting off to the side. filling his mug Niall called out "so who thinks i can make that two barrels?" getting a roar of approval from some of the other occupants particularly Farkas catching sight of the Bosmer from earlier he nodded in her direction in acknowledgement. making his way over to her table he sat down with his mug smiling. " its good to see that you came lady hunter, I trust your stay has been well thus far?" he asked while taking a pull of his mead.

"The White Wolf of Jorrvaskr"

 

[RaspberryTwilsey]

The brute entered in a way that surprised Althea, by announcing his entrance with a drinking challenge following. He made his way to the counter and got his drink, then started towards her. She puled the hood of her cowl off her head and nodded in greeting as he sat besdie her and they began chatting nonchalantly. They talked about Whiterun, mostly, as Althea was new, and it was home to Niall. He told her of the great Companions, a group of warriors dedicated to serving Skyrim, of which he had a part in. The man tried several times to divert the topic to her, but Althea always gave a short answer then continued on about something completely different. She had decided at the beginning of her journey that she'd keep her identity as secret as possible, revealing nothing about her home, travels, or anything that might give reason for maleficence. So as they chatted, Althea gave Niall a closer look to decide whether or not she liked him. She listened to his words, how he spoke. His sentences were short and chopped, but he had yet to make no sense. She liked the way he moved his body according to what he was saying. He told a short tale about some kind of large-toothed cat that apparently resided in Skyrim, and the way he moved and jabbed his arm as if it were a sword enthralled her. She could almost see him, trudging through the northern snowy mountains of Skyrim, battling this enormous cat.
When they had finally run out of random things to talk about, Althea decided to turn the conversation around.
"So, Niall, Why do these things, travel around Skyrim and eliminating monsters, bandits, and other dangerous creatures, when you could have an easier, simpler life, like many of the folks here in Whiterun," Althea gestured around the room and the people eating, drinking, and speaking amongst one another, "They definitely have it easier than you. They aren't in threat of death each and every day. So tell me. Why this path?"
Althea was a quiet girl, since she was a baby, so saying all these words at once took her by surprise. It was one of the best ways she kept her business to herself: don't talk.
She decided it didn't matter now. Even if she didn't trust Niall, she knew he was smart. And after that long spell of words, it would seem odd if she kept quiet now. The last thing she wanted to do was to make this guy suspicious of her.  

[Sven Bergfalk]

Niall was thourgohly enjoying himself with a captive audience, he always enjoyed telling tales about the creatures and wonders of the land where he was born, particularly when they thought that he was exaggerating when he was telling Cassandra truth but it did the lady credit that she believed him, perhaps it was the amount of detail that he would provide about his exploits. and then she asked him the question. the one that he asked himself in some of his more introspective moods.

taking a moment to gather his thoughts he took a breath and let it out slowly. before resting his elbows on the table and speaking in a calm voice.

" its true that I have a life that I could go to, one with a loving family and a pretty girl that I could marry if she would have me. my sisters and mother would love for me to come back to the forge. but being out here all these years, the people I have met, the friends I have made and the things I have done... they have changed me... and I can no longer stomach the idea of sitting idle while bandits and monsters run roughshod over others" reaching his had up over his shoulder he tapped the hilt of one of his swords. "A wise man once said that evil triumphs when good men do nothing. therefore I choose to do somthing even if its only a little bit. there is much more to the tale but that's all that Im willing to share at the moment..." he returned his hands to the table and lapsed in to silence smiling ruefully before changing the subject " And what brings a bosmer Huntress to the frozen northlands? searching for fame and fortune amongst our untamed wilds or are you a hunter of a more... dangerous game? "

"The White Wolf of Jorrvaskr"

 

[RaspberryTwilsey]

Damn.. Althea cursed herself to the far ends of hell for bringing this up. She should have known he would expect an answer from her as well. Now she had to reveal details about herself to this man.. Feeling uneasy, she went ahead and explained some of her tale. "Well, I had been living with my father, in a small hut in the middle of a forest all my life, and spent a lot of my time hunting or reading. And Skyrim is so famous, it has made it into every other book I read as a child. Now, as an adult, I wanted to see more of the world than just my hut and forest. I knew the woods around my house like the string on my bow, and I wanted to explore more lands. So, the answer to your question is no. I did not come here for fame or fortune, but simply to see if I might find what story I play into.Sitting back at that little cottage, I felt there was more for me in the world. Skyrim just seemed like a good place to start." Althea made it a point to keep some of the details of her journey out of her story, for she didn't want anyone knowing about those men she had killed on the road. She didn't know who they were, what they could do, or if they were still looking for the wrong elf.

>time skip<

Althea hadn't been on one of her hunts in a long while since she arrived in Whiterun, so she decided to get outside of the city gate and back into the forests, where she could do what she'd done her whole life. Before leaving the inn, she stored her hunting gear in her satchel and slipped her dagger on her belt. As she made her way through the gates and to the stables, Althea thought about Niall. The man obviously knew his way around the town, and the townsfolk. He could probably track her every move easily if he wanted. Although, she couldn't see him as the type to use his abilities on people who weren't a threat to him, and from the way he spoke to her, he didn't seem to find her threatening. Then Althea began to realize that anything and everything he does and says could, possibly be an act.
Then there was always the chance that she was being unnecessarily cautious and paranoid. That thought put aside, Althea set her mind on her current task ahead: hunting. She retrieved Myrna, and proceeded straight to the trees.
Her father always told her that good game could be found anywhere, even the thinnest of forests. After a while of walking through the woods, Althea spotted her first target: a rabbit. She could find something bigger to sell at the market later, Althea wanted this plump little rabbit for her own dinner tonight. As quietly as she could, Althea slid down the side of her horse and gave her the silent command to stay. She then turned to the rabbit, nibbling on some wild cabbage, still completely unaware of the hunter twenty yards away. Te elf didn't have to sneak very far to get a good, clear shot at the creature. Her arrow already in place, she drew the bow back to her cheek and felt the pressure on her newly honed wire, she aimed at the still oblivious rabbit, and released.
Now, an arrow shot on a well-manicured bow, by a flawless archer travels through the air at an incredible speed, not easily visible whilst in motion, but Althea had her eyes locked on the rabbit for every second. She saw its ears twitch as she let go of the arrow, and its head started to turn to bolt, but the animal wasn't as fast as Althea's eyes, or her arrow. It hit the rabbit in the neck and it protruded out the other side. Blood began to pool as the body slumped over, dead instantly. Althea stood from her crouched position and approached the body, collecting her arrow. The easy part over, she began the task of beheading, skinning, and gutting the rabbit. Beckoning Myrna, she stored the meat in a special satchel lined with a rare material was cool to the touch, and in turn kept the contents of the satchel cool. Her father had given it to her the day she left Valenwood. It was easy to keep clean, and folded up for easy, light storage when not in use.
Althea never allowed her wandering thought distract from what was around her. Before the deer had even come into sight, Althea was off her horse and crouched behind a thick bush, arrow ready.

>time skip<

As Althea approached the gates to Whiterun once again, she saw the guards' eyes bulge at the mass of dead animals strapped atop her horse. She had killed so much, she'd had to walk beside her horse and Myrna carried the bulk of it into the city. She went straight to the market, as she couldn't leave her horse at the stables until she could carry what was on her back to her room at the inn. So she decided to sell the bulk of it first, then deal with the rest later. Having lived in her father's tiny hut for most of her life, and only the small village they lived a few hours away from, Althea wasn't the best at haggling of any type. So, instead, she relied on her sheer amount of meat, hides, claws and antlers to make some profit. She always made more than enough money with this method, as well as food for herself for a while.
She had great luck with all the venison, and sold the biggest haunches. She had killed a good thirteen rabbits, and sold most of those whole. The rest of it she sold in bulk at a larger store. In the couple hours she had been in the forest, she'd harvested what she thought might be useful to her. She didn't sell any of these ingredients, saving them in case her knowledge of alchemy improved more. She'd read a few books at the inns she'd stayed at since she left her home, and they were all incredibly helpful in the science of potion-making.
Exhausted, Althea luggedthe last of her goods to the inn, and collapsed on her bed, dropping everything on the floor for the moment. Althea moved her head slightly to make sure she had shut the door. Then, she slept.
She woke in the middle of the night, her room darkened. The light of the moon through the window aided Althea's vision. She glanced at the pile of carcasses on the floor beside her bed, then sat up and guzzled water from her canteen off the nightstand. For a minute she sat there, still waking up. She eventually got up and stored the meat in the cabinet, and the pelts and ingredients in the chest in the corner.
Deciding that if she was to sleep all night, she wouldn't have woken up. So she pulled her boots on, adorned her bow, and started to the lobby of the inn.
As soon as she stepped over the threshold, Althea felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She turned her head towards the door just in time for an arrow to miss her head, flying past her face. As quick as she could, Althea rushed to the back and dove behind the counter, out of sight and range of her attackers. There must have been two, because she felt another a second arrow fly past her before she had the counter for cover, and no one but her could ready another arrow that fast.
Behind the counter, Althea wasted to time. She wasn't about to die here. She readied her bow as the darted to the other side of the counter. She stood up fast, drawing her bow back at the same time, and aimed s quickly and accurately as she could at the closest Nord-Bandit and shot him in the chest. She didn't see this happen, however, as she had dropped behind the counter again to avoid another arrow from the first man. "Come out, elf-scum!!" The man shouted at her, as he made his way closer to the counter, slower, as he looked over his dead partner's body. Althea quietly crossed to the other side of the counter again, and peeked around the corner at the man, who was attempting to catch her by surprise on the other side of the counter. Althea drew her bow back the rest of the way, and killed the other attacker.
Refusing to hesitate, Althea rushed to the front door of the inn, and checked outside for more enemies. Finding none, she concluded that these similar-looking attackers came in pairs, and headed back inside. She made her way to the nearest body and searched his pack and pockets. She found what she expected to find: the same bounty letter for the same girl and the two that were following her on the road. She stood up, her brow furrowing as she thought hard about this situation. She didn't get far at the time, for on of the innkeepers finally showed herself from the cellar room below the inn. "W-what happened here??" Obviously shaken, the woman stuttered as she looked at the bodies in horror. Althea calmy asked her to sit as she explained what had happened. She instructed her to contact the guards at once so they could handle the bodies. She then excused herself and practically ran from the inn. SHe head up to Jorrvaskr, where she knew she could find someone that would be able to help her decide what to do.. Or maybe she just wanted to see Niall again. Either way, she figured this was the best direction to head to.  

[Sven Bergfalk]

Niall listened intently as the Bosmer woman told her tale, occasionally taking a sip of his brew. He was thoroughly enjoying her company and even though he could tell that she was leaving out bits and pieces of her tale he discarded those points as unimportant and thus uninteresting. Niall was getting ready to start in to another tale of his own when Kodlak stepped up in to the hall from the underground. Immediately the members of the guild quieted down as eyes focused on the venerable guild leader. But the man motioned for them to continue with their drink and they did with gusto. Kodlak cast his eyes around and locked upon Niall and gestured with his head for him to come down in to the guild. Niall in turn glanced at Althea and raised an eyebrow his own meaning clear. Kodlak nodded and retreated back in to the living quarters below the hall, allowing Niall to return his attention to Althea.

*Time Skip*

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAGuuahg...gurk!!!"

Niall opened his jaws allowing the shattered corpse of the foolish Silver-hand drop to the blood-splattered gates below him. the warrior’s companions stepped back in shock at the sheer viciousness that the werewolf had unleashed upon their leader. Niall felt the rage burning within as he focused more and more on his pray dropping to all fours he began to circle like the predator he was, savoring there fear and confusion. one lashed out with silver and would be rewarded for his bravery with death. the Silver-hand was snagged with a free hand before being ripped from the protective circle of his comrades and pulled in to Nialls deadly embrace. the wet sounds of bones cracking along with howls of agony and rage rent through the silence of the snow. the Silver-hand was then discarded like so much rubbish, landing roughly on the snowy ground. he lay there dazed and in pain for a time that he could not tell staring up at the steel gray sky he could hear the screams of his comrades but could not seem to muster the strength to help them. and then there was silence. the Silver hand heard footsteps and managed to open his eyes there stood the horror he and his companions had tried to kill and those horrible yellow eyes...

Niall stared down at the Silver-hand raised his foot and brought it crashing down with his full weight on the man’s throat, silencing him forever. Turning away from the corpse, Niall returned to the broken bodies of the dead man’s comrades. searching them all with practiced ease and paying little heed to the blood, Niall eventually found what he was searching for, a scroll case and a sizable shard of steel. pocketing both items he gathered his gear where it had been discarded, shouldering his swords and adjusting his armor so it fit properly again he began the long trek back to Whiterun

*Time skip*

Niall barely seemed to notice as the walls of Whiterun came in to view once more. going through the motions of greeting the guards he made haste up to Jorrvaskr paying little attention to the goings on in town. sitting down he glanced over at the table where he and Althea had spent that night a few days past drinking and telling stories. smiling at the memory he had just begun to relax when who should walk through the door but his friend. though the warrior was immediately went on guard when he noticed her rather alarmed and worried disposition.

"Althea, what troubles you?" he asked making his way up towards her pausing only for a moment to look out the windows before returning his attention to the elf.

"The White Wolf of Jorrvaskr"

((OOC: I am so sorry for taking so long to reply to this, it’s just that my grandmother has been rather ill lately and I have been focusing more on family issues than on RPs. she’s doing better now though and I should be able to reply on a consistent basis. if you are still willing to continue with this.))