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Seras opened her eyes as someone entered the Inn. She had listened intenly as they had conversed though all she heard was Marcus.

Her gaze shifted towards the open door but no-one came through. Then she got the feeling of some watching her. Quickly she stepped furter into the shadows and laid her hand on her elven dagger.

Lucian had givin the dagger to her when she became his silencer. Something wasn't right. Was Lucian getting impatient because she hadn't done his last dead drop? her grip tightened on both the elven dagger and Sufferthorn. Surely he hadn't sent murderer of the dark brotherhood to come after her.

Screen Name: Purest_heart
Character Name: Grandon Frando, was once Dren Frando
Gender: male
Age: 40, looks about 25
Race: Dunmer/vampire
Faction(s): Mages guild wizard, and dark brotherhood silencer
Appearance: Has almost white hair and the tipical fine features of his kin. His skin is a little darker than most Dunmer.
Personality: He is happily insane as one might say. He almost always has a smile on his face and the smile is always broading when he is killing
Starting Inventory:Dark brotherhood armor, and enchanted mages robes. He has an enchanted glass shortsword he got as a bonus. He also as a small amount of powerful scrolls.
Brief Bio: he was born in Cyridiil and after about 20 years of studying magic he was allowed into the Arcane University. He went on an expidition to Marrowind to a Dwemer ruin and it was dicovered to be a vampire den.

After being infected he went back to the University empty handed he gained a taste for murder, perhaps because the vampirisim altered his brain a little to much. He was soon dicovered by the Dark Brotherhood and put to use. He quickly advanced in rank and is now liveing a double life.
Other: He is an Expert in almost all the magic classes and a Journyman in sneak.

The mark stood in the middle of the street near te north gate. Two guards stood nearby unaware and at ease.

This was Bravil, no one expected anything to happen.

Suddenly a lightning bolt flashed from the cloudless night sky and struck the poor altmer mark, killing him instently and frying the guards as well.

Grandon couldn't help but laugh as he jumped from the tavern roof and over the city wall with ease.

His hands where still tingling from the shook spell he had used, "HAHAHAHAHA! By Sithis! that was one powerful scroll!" the dunmer mage laughed as he cast a sea stride spell upon himself and quitly snuck over the river to the other side.

((Wow. This actually worked... Intriguing.))

Screen Name: The Hegemon

Character Name: Caius Varo Fulcinius

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Race: Half Nord, Half Imperial

Faction(s): Wizard of the Mages Guild, and a Knight Protector of the Imperial Legion.

Appearance: Caius

Personality: Caius is in reality a simple farmer. While he knows something of alchemy and the schools of magicka, he doesn't seem like it, and prefers things that way. He enjoys the simple pleasures that a hard days work can bring.

Starting Inventory: A full suit of Imperial Horseman armor which is kept in a closet in his home, A Fine Steel longsword and a silver dagger, multiple types of clothing, a full set of Netch Leather Armor, a travelling cloak, a pair of Guar-skin gloves, riding boots, and three cure disease potions.

Brief Bio: Caius was always a farmer. He was born on a farm, raised on a farm, and he intends to die on a farm. Which makes him a very stubborn b*****d when it comes to getting killed. He entered the Mages Guild in Cyrodiil when he was eleven, and worked his way to wizard, specializing in the magicks that cured and sustained life. Most of his research was in the field of agriculture, as it was a passion of his. Eventually he enlisted in the Imperial Legion and left for Vvardenfell. His first posting was in Gnisis, though he was in Ebonheart when the Nerevarine arrived in Seyda Neen. After receiving the rank of Knight Protector, he left the provincial guard and returned to Cyrodiil, where he became a patrolling Imperial Horseman, and eventually an Imperial Ranger. Finally he took a leave of absence and focused on the East Empire Company. While he never joined the company, he did support them, and was sent to Fort Frostmoth during the construction of Raven Rock, eventually becoming a resident of the mining colony for a short time.

When the Oblivion crisis began, and Kvatch was attacked, he returned to active duty as a Legion Ranger, patrolling the dangerous forests of Cyrodiil. On three occasions he encountered the soon-to-be-Champion of Cyrodiil. During the Battle of Bruma, he helped to repel the Daedric invaders. When the battle was won, he said his good-byes and returned to the Imperial City, where he saw first-hand both Mehrunes Dagon and the avatar of Akatosh, although he wished he had seen only the dragon. When he had finally decided that he had had enough of the supernatural he returned to his farm north of Anvil when news of a strange gate reached his ears. He investigated the rumors, only to find a door that led to another realm. Being quite tired of supernatural events and Daedra in general, he returned to his farm.

Other: He has been to the Shivering Isles twice, though found it not to his liking and returned home. The soil there wasn't good for growing the kind of crops he was used to.

Caius stared out across the Niben Bay, taking note of the strange door that led to another world. The Shivering Isles. Of course he hadn't faced the Gate Keeper, the Champion of Cyrodiil had already killed it by the time Caius had stepped through the shimmering doorway. Instead, he had opted to bring some rope and an iron hook. He used them to climb over the walls of the fringe. The only reason he wasn't insane or dead was that he had probably amused Sheogorath. He had actually amused himself for a time, until he realized that the soil here wasn't very good for growing crops. So he left. Besides, he had had enough of Dark Seducers and Golden Saints when he was stationed on Vvardenfell.

His eyes drifted beyond the gateway and toward the opposite shore, where so much happens every day. Everything from Goblins to raiders sleeping, eating, shitting, and repeating the cycle. It was nothing new. He had seen nearly everything. Or at least he thought he had. That was before Mehrunes came to the Nirn. Before the avatar of Akatosh appeared. Before he felt like a permanent resident of the Shivering Isles while in the Imperial City. He shook his head and took a sip from his canteen. The leather sack held enough water for at least two days if used sparingly. It also tasted like Guar-skin. But it was fresh water, and he wasn't going to buy any kind of water in Bravil. Not with what was usually in the river. Did no one here understand what a sewer system was for? He shuddered when he thought about it.

The Inn keeper saw the mage come in. "If you are here because of a note gop through that trap door and into the private chambers. A Dunmer is waiting for you." He said descreetly.

Seras listened carefully as the inn keeper told the newcomer where to go. She wondered which one just came.

Seras heard the man come down the dor. She slipped into the shadows of the hall and snuck next to him. "Greetings fellow brother. I am Seras Victoria, Silencer for the dark brotherhood." She said, still next to him, practically invisible in the shadows.