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Peace one again settles over Skyrim as the stormcloaks have reclaimed their land from the empire. Alduin has been killed by the dovahkiin (dragonborn). Paarthurnax (a dragon) has gone to take control over the remaining dragons. He tries to keep the dragon from attacking the towns and cities. Most dragons have chosen to listen to Paarthurnax. There are still a few that refuse to stop attacking and killing. The Dovahkiin has trouble trying to kill them all and needs help. Those that chose to help earn a glory of having killed a dragon. To fight a dragon alone will mean death, you need help to bring it down.

Name: Sanaki
Gender: female
Race: Khajiit
Age: 20
Personality: harsh, cunning, bold, intelligent, stubborn
Weapons: bow and arrows or daggars and knives, sometimes a muffle spell or invisibility spell
Armor: uniform of the Dark Brotherhood
Skills: lockpicking, stealth, master with bow and arrows and daggars
Story: Sanaki is the leader of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim. She rose through the ranks during the war and even did a contract or two for both sides. She was once a theif back in her home country and still fancies herself as one. Her only interest in killing the dragons is in their scales and bones which fetch hefty prices on the market.

Name: Krylancelo
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Age: 21
Personality: Cold, calm, and intelligent
Weapon(No Daedric weapons): two handed orc sword
Armor type(light, heavy, mage): heavy
Skills:Master at two handed sword fighting, fair at dual welding, and poor at daggers and bows.
Story: Krylancelo fought for the Imperial Legion during the war and killed his fair share of Stormcloaks. He carries many scars from his battles and still carries the blade from his final battle. After the war he has traveled many miles and found the call sent out by the dovahkiin. Kry seeks to kill a dragon and fashion a new blade out of the scales and teeth.

Name: Renatus

Gender: Male

Race: Dunmer

Age: 23

Personality: Quiet, intelligent and level headed, always listens to what others have to say. He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humour which makes him sound bitter, but he does not mean to offend anyone with it.

Weapon(No Daedric weapons): Dual wields a steel war axe in his right hand and flame or lightning spells in his left hand.

Armor type(light, heavy, mage): Light leather armour (enchanted with frost resistance to cover his weakness as a Dark Elf)

Skills: Best with one handed axes and destruction magic. He also practises alchemy, to cover his lack of skill with restoration magic, and bartering, to buy armour and weapons he cannot make himself.

Story: Renatus grew up in the Grey Quarter of Windhelm, with the other Dark Elf refugees. They were constantly discriminated against by the many Nords in the city, and Renatus was a very hateful and angry child because of this. When a friend of his was murdered the guards did nothing about it, and he had no hope of taking revenge himself. He learned to control his anger so that he could plan ahead, but as the years went on his anger faded. He no longer wanted revenge, he just wanted Dunmer to be treated fairly. Inspired by the Dovahkiin who influenced so many people on his quest to save Skyrim, Renatus believes that if he becomes a great hero, he will command respect and he will be able to stop the discrimination. He trained himself as a warrior, taking small quests to earn money for equipment, but the Dovahkiin's request was the chance he needed to make himself known to the world.

Name: Smithy
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Age: 26
Personality: Stubborn, hardworking, love to drink, loyal, friendly if people buy him a drink
Weapons: Use a old steel axe with an a simple steel sword that he duel wields but for distance attack he used is bow and arrow that he found when he was searching a forest
Armor type: Heavy
Skills: Master at duel-wielding and good at healing spell, he fair at bow and arrows but poor as sneaking around being he like to fight a fair fight against someone.
Story: Smithy is a hunter of animals for food and gold, but he heard there was a dragon running round loose in the world. He figure at would be the best pelt he could get and he also wonder what it taste like. This is why he decided to hunt the dragon down.

Sanaki slunk silently into the Bannered Mare. She wore the common uniform of the Dark Brotherhood. She had ridden Shadowmere down from Dawnstar, the new home of the assassins, to Whiterun. The trip had been long but the Khajiit had not minded it.

Renatus took his time walking up the steep road through Whiterun. He had never been here before, but having gone five steps without being called a "filthy elf" was an improvement on Winterhold. Maybe there were people like that in this city, too, though. It was probably the axe at his side that dissuaded them from saying anything foolish.
He had also gotten into a habit of swirling flames around his fingers. A part of this was to intimidate would-be attackers; people were more cautious around spellswords than your average warrior. But mostly he did it to show off, and because he liked the patterns of the fire.
He found himself doing this unconsciously, and clenched his fist to kill the fire as he approached the doors of The Bannered Mare.

Sanaki asked for info from the innkeeper and was pointed to a table where a Breton already sat. 'Great,' she thought as she slunk over to the table. She didn't like interacting with other races anymore except in the brotherhood.