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Eleywen Silinor

A High Elf who used to be part of the Thalmor, now searching for some excitement in her life.

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a character in “Bleak Falls Barrow”, as played by Thadine

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BASIC





- Full Name: Eleywen Silinor

- Nickname(s): Others often shorten her name to Eli, though she doesn't let just everyone do this.

- Age: 23. She hasn't fully entered adulthood yet, so her aging process will still go on as usual until 25.

- Gender: Female

- Race: Altmer / High Elf

- Faction: Imperial Army / Thalmor

- Guild Member: Part of the Winterhold College, Ex- Thalmor Member

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- Hair and Eyes: Her hair is a deep brown, though in sunlight can be seen as red, or a deep burgundy. It's short, reaching only shoulder-length, and straight as well. Her eyes are a light golden colour, with a slight brown tint to them.

- Complexion: She has light golden skin as others of her kind, though it is paler than most. Her skin is nearly untouched, though tends to differ in hues. Such as under her eyes she often has dark bags from lack of sleep. Her cheeks are a bit darker underneath the bone, her skin tanned in odd and different places. There is a lack of scars on her body.

โ€“ Height and Weight: 6'4" | 153lb

Her height often intimidates people, as most High Elves do, though she is slightly on the shorter side for most of her race.

- Body Type: Thin and lithe, though due to her height she can be a bit clumsy and doesn't have as much agility. She lacks strength as well, and heavily relies on her magic. She has quite a weak structure, and gets injured easily, though she mostly picks off enemies faster than they can get to her.

- Armor: Eleywen wears a set of gold elven armor, however it looks obviously old and worn, with dents, scratches and scuff marks on it. She's kept it since her days in the Thalmor army, and refuses to repair it no matter what happens to it.

PERSONAL INFORMATION





- Weapon: Eleywen doesn't often use physical weapons. Rather, like most of her kind, she relies on magic. She specializes in Restoration, which others look down on her for since it can't be used for offense or defense. She also works well in Destruction however, her favorite spell being simple Fire Runes and Shock. When combat gets too close, she has a fine elven dagger. She's had it for most of her life. Due to her training in the Thalmor, she is able to deliver a swift and deadly blow with her dagger, though she much prefers use of her magic.

- Quote: "Beware the man who never lets the truth get in the way of a good story."

- Theme song: Celtic Air and Dance - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8KyqQpIDD8

- Brief History: Eleywen was born in Summerset Isles, though she hardly remembers any of it due to her family moving out early on. She was never told the reason for this, though she noticed her parents studied Enchanting and Alchemy quite vigorously, possibly hoping to open up their own shop. She lived a humble life for many years, learning many things from her parents. She took an interest and magic, and started learning the basics at a young age. She always leaned towards Restoration magic, interested in how your own power could seal the wounds of nearly everyone, and fix broken bones. However, they were not a very high-up family, and due to this were low on money. Eleywen wanted to travel to the College of Winterhold, however in order to support her parents, she joined the Thalmor army for the measly pay it offered.

The few years she spent there were hard work, and being around her own kind with their superior attitude started to rub off onto her. She learned about the Altmer's history, how they are the most sophisticated of the races, all of these things that rang true in her own mind. She began to shift into the typical soldier, taking orders, taking those who showed any signs of Talos worship or those who even just looked at her weirdly. After a while though, she began to feel too contained by her schedule and orders. Small hints of rebellion began to show up in her, and eventually she just got up and left after gaining enough money to admit herself into the college.

Ever since then, it's been a mix of killing wandering Stormcloaks, and searching for gold to keep her afloat. She ran out of money quickly, and is desperate to make a few coins.

- Personality: Eleywen grew up not knowing much about her own history. Because of this, when she went with the Thalmor, she flourished in it, becoming the typical High Elf that most races are wary of. She believes that not only she, but her whole race, is superior to most in the ways of Lore/History, Language, and Traditions. Though she may respect simple things like talents that other races may have (agility, fighting ability, etc.) she never would admit that any race is better than hers. Despite this, she is a very honest and truthful person, often coming out as quite blunt and rude sometimes. She works hard, and doesn't like liars or thieves. She's wary of the beast races because of this, knowing that they have a reputation of being thieves.

She forms bonds with people quite quickly, and despite bringing out nothing than stereotypes upon first meeting, she can warm up to someone, no matter what their race. It's not like many people approach her anyways. Patience, honesty, and trust are all very important to her, and she often expects the best out of people, never slacking on her own work.

So begins...

Eleywen Silinor's Story

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It had to be at least every five minutes that Eleywen wondered about why she was here. In this miserable town in a dingy tavern, sitting on the bench by the firepit...She doubted her decisions. As time went on, she thought she'd be more comfortable without schedule or restraints, without orders. However this new found freedom wasn't freeing at all, rather, it was suffocating her. She couldn't control herself. One day she was spending all her money on fine Black Briar Mead, another she was wallowing in her guilt because she didn't have any way to gain money. Become a mercenary? No way. No one trusted mages, especially ones that came from Winterhold College like her. Maybe if she wasn't a High Elf, she'd have a chance, but no one ever approached her.

She still looked like she was in the Thalmor, after all that time of being away from them. Her armor was the same, she kept it from her time being there. Just being an Altmer, most people assumed she was part of their embassy. Eleywen didn't have any partners. No lovers, no friends, no acquaintances. She was completely alone, she hadn't even spoken to her parents for years. They probably still thought she was in the army.

Eleywen raised her mug, taking a sip of the rich and bitter mead within. She knew she couldn't afford it, but she had to keep up appearances. What would people think if they saw a High Elf, the purest of all races, sipping on cheap ale? They'd laugh and scoff at her, wondering why a race so high up was down in the dirt with no coin. She'd never let that happen. She needed to appear regular to the general public. Taking another sip, she stared down at the fire, watching the flames dance in the air, their colours cascading across her golden skin, giving it a warm glow.

The door opened. Cold air rushed in, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin. However her stare did not waver, and she continued looking ahead into the fire, mug of mead still grasped in one hand. The newcomer stepped over to the bar, taking a seat and muttering something to the bartender. At this point, Eleywen was no longer interested, and stopped focusing her attention on their sounds. Although her eyes betrayed her, and she spared a glance upwards. A Khajiit. She nearly looked away again, though the sight was slightly odd. She wasn't used to seeing them inside of buildings, unless they were working in the Inn. Most beast races were looked down upon when they walked into shops or taverns. In fact, most of the people inside seemed to be casting sideways glances at this cat, trying not to appear too fixed on it.

The Altmer looked away again once more, drinking the last bit of her mead. Time to get some more. She reached into the small pouch attached to the belt around her armor, reaching in and taking out a few coins. This was her last little bit. She'd have to go do some little errands for the Arch Mage at Winterhold to get another small sum.

With a quiet sigh, she rose to her feet, leaving the mug on the bench in her spot. She began towards the bar, coins in hand, ready to buy another expensive drink.

Suddenly, a loud voice pierced through the air. Eleywen's muscles tensed at the sound, and she dropped everything in her hand. Her septims clattered to the ground, a few slipping between the cracks in the hardwood floor. Her eyes followed their glimmering shapes, and dread suddenly filled her. That idiot! Scaring her, making her drop the last bit of her money. She reached for the ground to grab the few that hadn't disappeared, when she heard footsteps near her. The tavern erupted into silence, so thick, almost as if you could cut it with a knife. The Altmer looked up from her crouched position, staring up at the woman near the bar, her sword on the shoulder of the Khajiit that was once sitting down.

"Pretty sharp, huh?" She heard the woman say. She could identify her race just by how she spoke. Nord. Hate filled Eleywen, and she rose up again to her full Altmer height, towering over most of the people that were around her. She usually did not defend the beast races, and she let them do her own thing without thinking about them. However, she was mad. She just lost her last coin. This stupid woman was antagonizing a Khajiit who had only attacked the Inn owner. Truth be told, she didn't like the owner much. He always looked at her weirdly. This cat was doing something she had always wanted to do to the owner.

Staring down at the woman just a few feet from her, she extended an arm, holding out her open hand. Flames suddenly burst in her palm, the heat of the fire spell warming the air around her hand. A few gasps of surprise could be heard around. Not many people were used to magic in a place like Riverwood.

"You'll step away from that cat if you know what's good for you." Eleywen hissed, her amber eyes flashing.

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Marinda could hear the crackling of the fire behind her. Looking down at the Khajiit, he was looking back at the two in horror. Dead silence. She slid her sword slowly off of Dar'Jargo's shoulder-plate, leaving a small a slit in it. Turning around slowly, she examined the Altmer holding the flame towards her.

It was hard for her to try and not tilt her head up, but still look her in the face. Slowly she stood on her tip-toes, trying to equal her height, but still not coming close to the Altmer's. Only now did she realize she wore Thalmor armor. She could feel the rage build up inside of her, tightening her grip on her sword and shield. She ignored the sound of a man's scream followed by the opening and slamming of a door.

"You..." Her voice began to rise into a shout "THALMOR BITCH!" Marinda swung at her with her sword. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU-" she swung again, "THINK YOU ARE?" She rose her shield above her head, expecting the Altmer to engulf her in flames. She unexpectedly thumps face-first into the ground as pain shoots through her lower-leg

She lets out a scream of pain,"YOU PIECE OF FURRY SHIT!" Scrambling to get up, she instead thrashes violently at both the Altmer's and Khajiit's feet when she fails to get up. The Khajiit backs away from her, watching her thrash violently on the floor.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU!" Grabbing the back of the arrow, her face tightens as she tries to yank it out of her foot. The sound of screaming is heard as the arrow shaft breaks away, leaving the head lodged in her foot. Despite the horrible pain in the lower half of her leg, she tosses the broken arrow at the Khajiit. Looking back down at her foot, she could see the puddle of blood forming from her oozing wound. Her left leg begins to tense up, leaving her immobile in front of the Altmer and Khajiit.
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Turning his head around, time seemed to freeze at the sight of the female Nord standing above him, and an Altmer behind her. Shocked to hear the Altmer defend him, he pauses, unsure of what to do. The small Nordic woman backs off of him, facing the Altmer woman. Dar'Jargo could feel the Innkeeper squirm under him, trying to escape. He slowly gets up and watches as male Nord run out the door.

"You... THALMOR BITCH" His attention quickly goes back to the Nord as she swings at the Elf. He now noticed that she bears the Thalmor armor also. Dar'Jargo's curiosity of why a Thalmor is here is short-lived when the Nord swings again, shouting something that he cannot make out. Unsheathing his bow, he grabs an arrow, nocking it. Quickly he draws his bow when the Nord raises her shield, aiming for her leg. He miss-aims, hitting the back of her heel instead.

Dar'Jargo smirks as she lands face-first onto the floor with a loud thump. Gargled by her pain, she screams at him. Darting back as she thrashes on the floor, he watches as she yells insults and death threats. He is taken by surprise when she grabs at the arrow and tries to pull it out. Looking back to the Thalmor in disbelief, his attention is soon put back on the nord as the crack of his arrow is heard. He flinches as the arrow's shaft hurls towards him.

He stares at her, holding her leg in pain, blood oozing from her stiffened leg. Strangely, he can feel only pity for her.

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Eleywen helped up the Nord regretfully. Some part of her was expecting the woman to lash out again, another part of her was just hoping she would get up, give her a few coins, and leave. Neither of those things happened. Rather, the woman thanked her for the battle. Typical response? Definitely not. Though now that she thought about it, this was probably typical for a battle-worn Nord. They just loved to fight, didn't they?

The Elf narrowed her eyes in confusion, turning her head to look at the inn around her. No one was left. Half filled mugs rested on the tables, grilled food partly eaten abandoned on the plates. The crackling of the fire now seemed much louder, since the murmur of conversation amongst people was gone. The door was partially open, letting in the cold air. The pattering of the rain could be heard outside, though it had become a bit less heavy compared to earlier that day. Only the three of them were left. Someone probably ran out to fetch the guards, thinking that some huge battle between a mage, thief, and warrior was raging inside right now. She suddenly felt panicked. Would the guards report this problem to her superiors? Would her general hear about this? It took a few seconds for her to remember that she was not part of them anymore.

She shook her head slowly, focusing back into the current conversation. She snatched the five old coins from the woman, slipping them into her empty pouch around her waist. Her eyes wandered over to the Khajiit, wary of his reputation. If he had good aim, he probably had nimble fingers as well. What if he tried to take her gold, thinking she was just like any other High Elf? Rich and with more money than she knew what to do with. Eleywen brushed away the worry, trying not to focus on it too much. If that cat did try anything, she'd fry his fur.

He seemed to be looking at her though. Eleywen raised an eyebrow, watching as his gaze shifted to the Nord next to her. What was he thinking? Why was he looking at them like that? She parted her lips, about to inquire, however the parade of heavy footsteps interrupted her speech. The Innkeeper had finally turned, and with a barrage of guards alongside him.

"Everyone, out of my Inn! Now! Or I'll have them force you out!" He shouted to them all. The few guards around him had their hands by their weapons. Eleywen tensed, about to defend herself, yet the cat stepped forward. He walked towards the door nonchalantly, as if nothing was bothering him, and asked for them to follow. Eleywen bit her lower lip with nervousness, remembering the armor she was still wearing. She pulled her hood up suddenly, casting a shadow over her face, and followed the Khajiit quickly, checking over her shoulder to see if the Nord was following.

Once outside, she wandered towards the edge of the balcony, leaning by the railing. Her hands overtop of it, she looked around at the few people passing by. The Altmer looked behind her at the Khajiit, then turned again, watching the rain fall ahead.

"So, what do you want cat?" She asked, her voice having a sour tone to it. Usually, she wouldn't stand for this type of stuff. She'd claim self defense to the guards, and have both the cat and the Nord charged, perhaps even arrested. However, she was curious about what this animal had to say to both of them. He was planning something, she could tell by the glint in his eyes.

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Alice walked to the archway of Riverwood, with a two bags slung over her shoulders, one was bloody, her armour was fur, her steel dagger only poking out from her belt of leather and her hunting bow and steel arrows on her back underneath the bags. Her hair chocolaty brown as well as her eyes, but her eyes also had a caramel swirl of colour in them too, but her hair was long, shoulder length with braids and feathers decorating her hair nicely.

She'd walk to the Sleeping Inn door noting a Altmer, Nord and khajiit talking to one another, a odd site even for her. She'd walk on into the Inn without anymore gazes to them three and walked up to the counter and emptied the bloody bag's contents, which was meat, deer to be accurate.

Orgnar looked to the counter, it was red stained from the many visits from Alice, this was how she gained coin, hunting. He'd smile to her as he finished cleaning a mug, hanging it on a hook at the back of the bar next to dried herbs then went to the bloody part of the counter to check the meat. ''These are good, this one here is big too, no tearing either. Thanks.'' He'd say as he finished checking the meat for quality and cleaning his bloody hands then he'd pass the pouch of coin to Alice with a warm smile, she was liked in Riverwood afterall she was one how gathered the meat and herbs needed for medicine and food and besides she was a helpful Bosmer, just like Faendal.

Alice would nod to Orgnar as she took the pouch of coin and slide it into supply bag. ''How much this time?''

Orgnar would make a amused sound with a grin. ''250 septims. More than last time Alice.'' Alice would tilt her head. ''That is too much and you know it, I may be good at hunting without poison but still...'' Orgnar would shake his head, his eyes closed with dark circles of tiredness under them and he would sigh. ''I thought you'd say that but I can't take it back, everyone pitched into the sum of septims for you Alice. You know you are welcome here....w-why don't you just stay for a while, have a drink...relax?''

Alice would blush a bit from Orgnar's words then smile warmly to him for a moment before getting ready to leave again. ''I know..I know...I just...'' Orgnar would nod. ''Yeah, I know...see you around Alice, be safe right? We as people depend on your produce. And...everyone would miss you.''

Alice would start walking to the door and wave to Orgnar and the others would wave to her saying their own goodbyes to her. As she exited the Inn and closed the door she sighed, pulling her fur hood up to hide her obvious youthful complexion and she'd look back at the three still talking for a moment before walking across the bridge towards Bleak Falls Barrow, her bow out for safety, she knew bandits liked these snow capped areas.

She'd crouch and sneak by the bandits in the distance at the broken tower and went straight to the ruin and continued to sneak up the icy steps of the ruin just to be struck in the face by a snowy boot from a bandit. ''Hey....a elf! What's a pretty face like yours doing here?''

Two other bandits came to her and laughed, they drew their weapons of choice but before they knew it or at least the bandit with their boot on her throat she unsheathed her steel dagger and stabbed it in the side of his ankle to which he fell and screamed at her in pain. ''You pointed eared bitch!'' She'd then roll to him and stab him in the neck then as she backed away from the body she got shot by a arrow in the side of her stomach and groaned in pain as she without pause shot the bandit archer in the chest.

In pain she'd breath heavy as she was about to pull the arrow from her stomach the last bandit at the entrance of Bleak Falls Barrow struck her with a sword to which she blocked by putting her bow in front of her and he'd press her without struggle to final push her to the ground, snapping the wooden part of the arrow leaving the head in the side of her stomach which made her wince in pain. ''You bitch will know pain before you die.'' He'd cackle before going wide eyed as she stabbed him in the chest with her dagger and pushed him to the side of her, holding her side breathing heavily as she forced herself up. ''You forgot I had a dagger..'' She'd then start looting coin, arrows, crafting materials of the corpses then finally sheathed all her weapons and sighed....''This better be worth it...'' She'd groan out still holding the side of her stomach with a bloody hand as she went into the ruin's wide nordic doors.

As she came into what seemed like a main hall despite it's age and ruin she heard voices, crouching slowly silencing her pain by biting her bottom lip then slowly crept closer and saw two other bandits and one was dead near her and to the point of sight the bandit must of died by sceevers and so she without hesitation drew her bow and with two quick shots and a cry of pain she shot the two unaware bandits dead. Blood however oozed out more and she sheathed her bow again holding her stomach. ''I have to refrain from conflict....damn, the bandit got me good....not unexpected from a Bosmer like myself..'' She'd then force herself up and once again looted the bandits for valuables and resources then headed deeper slowly refraining from combat with stealth.

A blood trail showing her root.....

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Well, he did it... even as a beast race, he has overcome the odds and is now being followed by a Thalmor agent, and a Nordic warrior. "Of course, Elewyen." He said with a nod, looking back at the rain, raising his hood. "We should hurry, before it picks back up, yes?" With that, he darted into the rain, and across the bridge.

As the odd three trekked up the mountain, he couldn't help but wonder what treasures lied withing Bleak Falls Barrow, aside from the claw. Perhaps a new bow? Maybe. Hopefully, his current one was worn down, so was his arrows. But his bow was more important. Turning his mind back to the the path, he kept an eye out for any deer or wolves that he could kill and sell their pelts. He grinned at the idea of massacring animals with a new bow. Coming up a rocky hill, he noticed a small fortress on the slope of the mountain.

Holding his arm up in a fist, he pointed to the half-ruined tower, "Shh..." he hissed, drawing his bow. Looking at the fortress, there seemed to be two of them patrolling outside, one on a small bridge leading into the tower, the other leaning against a tree. He grabbed an arrow from his quiver, aiming it carefully at the one on the bridge.

Thump. Dar'Jargo chuckled as the bandit rolled over the bridge and down the mountain, as the bandit by the tree panicked, drawing his war-hammer and started screaming death-threats at the sky. As the humor began to die off, he was pushed over into the snow by Marinda, who ran screaming at the bandit with her sword drawn, raised and ready to strike the frightened bandit.

Dar'Jargo was surprised to see her decapitate the bandit with one-steady strike. This made him curious, considering how badly she aimed at the Thalmor at the inn... but this curiosity was short-lived when he noticed a bandit in full iron-armor rush from the bridge. He could not draw his bow soon enough. The bandit was already on her, hacking at her with her axe.

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Marinda, her foot still a bit sore, didn't bother running after the Khajiit, instead she lumbered along following his foot-prints left in the mud. She didn't bother to pay much attention to the Thalmor, still rather angry at her... but she began questioning her authority... Why would a Thalmor be in Riverwood, wanting money from her so bad? It didn't seem to add up, considering she was of the purest races, though, Marinda would rather die than to admit that she was. Looking up at the mountain, she could no longer see the cat, wandering if he might actually be along with some bandits in the mountains... she hadn't heard of any claw, or seen the cat in the tavern before, for that matter.

She had only now began up the mountain, following the foot-prints in the snow, when she noticed the khajiit readying his bow. Action. A fight. Something was happening... She drew her sword, waiting for a signal. She watched as Dar'Jargo shot the arrow out into the thick snow, out of her range of sight. She could here the bandit begin screaming, this was her Que. Miranda readied her shield and raised her sword, ramming past the cat and running into the thick snow. She bellowed the best Nordic battle cry she could, seeing the bandit's silhouette in the distance. The bandit had fear in his eyes, he could only watch as her sword cut like butter through his neck.

She knew that all that grinding on the blade would pay off. Letting out a small laugh, she turned to signal the death of the bandit to the Thalmor and the Khajiit, when she was plunged into the snow full-forced with an axe. Struggling to get away from the bandit who was slashing at her. The bandit must have realized this, as she used her wits to back her up onto the cliff. She had a choice, either let the bandit marauder kill her hten and there, or back off the cliff that was only a mere 10 feet away from her.

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Looking around at the caved in walls and crumbling pillars, Dar'Jargo began to question the safety of the structure. This made him again think of the Thalmor's magic. One blow could send this entire room crumbling upon them. He shouldn't worry... for now, at least. Returning his attention to Elewyen, she seemed to be waiting for him to lead. Lead... leader. Dar'Jargo liked the sound of that.

A grin on his face, he continued onward. A worn bedroll and some food lie abandon next to a dieing fire. He hadn't really gave thought about the bandit that he killed back at the tower... he had a life, just like his own. The idea was haunting... that he had took someone's life. What if he had a loved one? Maybe he had planned to see his old and feeble parents that we're to die within weeks. He tried hard not to dwell on it, telling himself that they would have killed us... but he couldn't help but remember that he took the first shot, not them.

He came upon a room with a lever sitting in the center of it. A dead bandit lie next to the lever. Dar'Jargo walked slowly towards the corpse, kneeling down to it. There we're several little punctures in his skin. Inside them we're little darts. "A trap." He muttered to himself. "A TRAP!" He yelled, quickly getting up drawing his bow.

Looking around for the trap, he noticed small pillars with symbols on them, matching another pair on the wall above them. Thats when he noticed a glistening red trail of blood. Before he could say a thing, the nord came in front of him, pointing towards the opened iron gate. "I think we found our claw" He saw it now too... a seemingly dead Wood Elf lie in the next room, clutching the claw beside her.

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Taking a good look before they continued, she noticed several dead skeevers littering the grand, but slightly ruined, hall. As we're a few bandits. She saw corpses... she wish they we're still alive. She'd love to fight these puny little bandits and skeevers. This thought made her grow bored, thinking of battle when there isn't one. She resided to examining the surroundings, maybe should would find something that the Thalmor didn't, and out stage her. Yea... that'd be nice. She looked over to the Thalmor, turning her head back before she had time to see her watching her.

Nothing but overgrown roots and rubble. All she could see was a bunch of worthless junk. Stopping for a moment, she dug through a pile of rubble. Finding nothing of interest, she followed the cat into a medium-sized room with a lever in the middle of it.
Ok, this looks promising. She looked around to see a shelf on-top of a small balcony overlooking the room. A pile of rubble here and there, one of them containing an odd symbol on it. Three pillars we're to the side of the room, one of them looked similar to the one on the debris. And the most noticeable feature being the iron gate, wait a second-

"A TRAP!" The cat yelled, startling Miranda. "The trap has already been sprung..." She scoffed at his ignorance, before looking back to the gold gleaming light in the next room. Her eyes widened... The claw. As if under a spell, she raised her hand, aiming her finger to the dead bandit wielding the claw. "I think we found our claw."

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Dar'Jargo



Dar'Jargo watched as the Thalmor Agent walked over to the bleeding bandit, who failed at trying to ward them off. To his surprise, she walked past the struggling bandit, instructing one of them to grab the claw. Walking over to the bandit, he reached down to grab the claw from her. This wasn't right... he didn't know why, but in his heart he felt something. There was something about this Wood elf that pleased him, in a way he never felt before, except from his mother. "We can't leave her like this." He said, looking into her shaky eyes.

The nord walked up, drawing her sword. "He's right, we need to kill her, too much of a-" Dar'Jargo cut her off, rising from the ground. "No!" This clearly confused the simple-minded warrior. "She may be a bandit, but she knows this place more than us, and-" His mind rushed trying to make up excuses to bring her. "She may know whats killing everything in here!" That was pretty good, yea... he nodded his head to himself, letting out a grin as he did so.


Marinda Thorn-Heart



"Have you gone mad?" Marinda eyed the Khajiit carefully, making sure he hadn't gone crazy. "She would kill us all if we helped her, she might kill you first just for the irony." Dar'Jargo quickly retaliated, "She is deeply wounded, she would thank us, not-" Marinda began to get fed-up with his blabber, and shoved past him, lowering her sword down at the Elf. "You know nothing of betrayal, she'll turn on us!"

Dar'Jargo getting just as angry, readied an arrow, aiming it at her. "You know nothing of betrayal! Khajiit watched his father slit his mother's throat!" His angry expression faded... leaving a look of sorrow. He lowered his bow. the nord sighed, looking at the elf. "Then what do we do with her?" Dar'Jargo did not reply, instead he walked back to the lever. Marinda's eyes widen as the gates slammed shut in front of her. "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE CAT?" She tossed her sword through the bars at him, falling flat well before it reached Dar'Jargo.

"No one leaves, until Dar'Jargo gets his way..."

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Alice would look at the Altmer simple pass her like she was nothing this angered her as it would anyone, even a begger but was powerless to do anything about her, she just looked up at her then other voices came and she turned her head a Nordic woman and a Khajiit they were wondering what to do to her and kept on shouting at each other and presuming she were a bandit. She would of butted in but instead she looked back at the Khajiit which made eye contact with her for a moment before he and the Nordic woman at each other again.

The Khajiit looked at her again then suddenly started walking away and shut them in, including her, she just coughed and spattered more blood on herself but as the Khajiit and the Nordic woman fought and the Altmer was consumed in the spell tome and slowly started putting the golden claw into her bag gripped her dagger as tightly as possible and started to slowly without them hearing her cast a invisibility spell on herself and drag a potion to give her a bit of a adrenaline punch, after all they would fighting over her and she was confused and due to the blood lose her judgement went out the window....

She'd then start forcing herself up to her feet and slowly started to descend the twirling stair case with was old and splintered only blood drops showing where she were going and that was....deeper into the ruin after all the Khajiit was right about one thing, she knew more about this place than they did, hell she was the one to open the rusted iron gate in the first place so she knew where she was going and she did continue both in confusion and curiosity, but at this point in time it was more fear as she didn't want to know what these three people would do to her in her weakened way.....

After all she really only trusted the people in Riverwood and none of the three standing in that room were Riverwood folk.