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Skyrim: The Watcher's Vigil.

Skyrim: The Watcher's Vigil.

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War slowly and secretly brews in the Empire, forces to march against the Thalmor move. One such force were The Watcher's Guild.

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Introduction

We are the Watchers, a group individuals in service to the Empire to protect those the Legions cannot. We are here to do what the Legion cannot. And we are to perform in ways the Legion, cannot. We are the Watchers and we will sit vigil across Tamriel.

This is the nation we sit vigil in.

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Twenty years after the events of the Dragon Crisis and The Civil War of Skyrim, of which, winning side, the Empire slowly gains power and begins to open fronts of war against the Aldmeri Domain. These fronts however are disguised as Guilds, known under the treaty of the Watcher's Pact. In where the Guild safeguards a nation pretending be another group of sellswords. But in reality, they lie in wait, disrupting, sabotaging, and spying on the Thalmor in the region of their assignment while helping the local populous. They take anyone willing from the simple orc warrior to a complex High Elven mage willing to raise a hand against his own kind's tyranny. Anyone willing to grab a blade and rise in the name of the Empire and the Guild.

The Watcher's were formed by the Empire as I stated earlier, they are a newer order with roots in the Imperial Legion and their ranking system suits. They recruit openly. Posters on billboards, heralds, the like. Many could also join while running across groups within the wild. They report to their guildmaster, but their guildmaster secretly reports to the Imperial General within the region.

The Watcher's Guild of Skyrim are based out of what used to be Helgen they are lead by former Imperial Centurion Lyra Victus, a skilled battlemage and shrewd diplomat. Hoping to build and organize the group and stop the Thalmor in the region once and for and all and by any means.



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Welcome to the Guild my fellow roleplayers. This Roleplay takes place within the Skyrim universe as you all know. Its a freeformish roleplay with a story and character driven world that needs to be filled with many adventures. The first line I need to lay is that this roleplay takes place after the events of the Alduin Crisis and by no means shall characters be Dragonborn. That is reserved for the Canon, sure you're allowed to be a former member of any faction throughout Skyrim, minus the Greybeards or Blades, in fact you can be an active member. And yes, werewolves are allowed, but please no vampires. Bad for business. Other than that any race is also open to play: Argonians, Bretons, Dark Elves, High Elves, Imperials, Khajiits, Nords, Orcs, Redguards, and Wood Elves. Any gender, age, or personality is allowed too. But please, stick to your characters.

When it comes to skills, you are allowed to decide three Major Skills, which will amount to being Master Level in those perks, then your character can have 4 Minor skills which will be adept level. Other than that you're character can use any skill, they just won't be very effective with it. Skills will also influence passive effects in the game, so do not count out speech, smithing, enchanting and the like. They may end up being the key to saving a groups life in a mission or improving the Guild itself. Each member has effects on the other, remember this! And no character is invincible. They can be wounded or killed (with permission of course) by me, the GM.

When it comes to equipment anything other than Daedric (unless special circumstances), Dragonbone, or Dragonscale is allowed. That includes Dawnguard gear, and spears. Your character is permitted one piece of enchanted armor/weapon depending on their past. Please be reasonable with Enchantments, I don't want to see an Orc running around with a Shield that buffs his armor class 10,000 points. Let me know what the enchantment is in a PM and I'll approve it or not.

For those willy mages out there. I am allowing mages to create their own spells and staves, of course with limitations other than that find your spells and such on this website: http://skyrimfm.wikia.com/wiki/Skyrim_Wiki Just type stuff into the search bar and yeah baby! (I hope to be amusing.)

Of course, feel free to PM me with any questions, commits, concerns, complaints, etc etc.

Your Guildmates

-Lyra Victus: Guildmaster
-Grawl sho-Targ: Forgemaster
-Vanjirra: Guildmate
-Sylis Edak: Guildmate
-Lynly Snowsong: Guildmate
-Dayolin Jarvis: Guildmate
-Adanion Eldenhearth: Guildmate
-Erik the Swift: Guildmate
-Maya Blackfeather: Guildmate
-Sobek: Guildmate
-Aaliyah Sendu: Guildmate



Character Sheet

Name:(Nicknames included if applicable)
Physical Description: (Image allowed but no needed, I'm fine with painting a picture with words, just be descriptive!)
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Sexual Orientation: (Anything goes here, we will have no homophobia. And this may have impacts on interactions with NPCs.)

Role: Mage, Warrior, Rouge.

Personalty:(Descriptive! Descriptive!)

History: (Again Descriptive...)

Major Skills: (Three Max)
Minor Skills: (Four Max)

Equipment: (Please follow the rules already stated when it comes to this.)

Personal Side Quest Idea:
Other:

Toggle Rules

1.) There will be no godmodding/powerplay within my roleplay.

2.) PVP battles must be planned within PM.

3.) I want literacy in my roleplay, I'm not going to set a posting limit, just be descriptive and grammar-correct. I'll let you know if you need to step up your game.

4.) Maturity: Follow the Site's rules when it comes to "Adult-Interaction", romance is fine, gore is fine, and so is swearing. Just don't go over the top.

5.) Stay in the setting, both when designing your characters and when writing posts. Don't use anime or cartoon avatars. Art that fits the style is fine, and so are real actors, preferably in fitting costumes, though.

6.) Reserves last for 48 hours.

7.) Please, remain active post every 24 hours if possible just again, no over-the-topness.

8.) My word is law, so please follow the law or my wraith will be as terrible as Mehrunes Dagon.

9.) Please check OOC regularly for it contains info and quest in the like.

10.) If you read this rules, confirm so by writing "For the Empire!" in other on the CS.

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A cool morning breeze drifted over the cliffs of the mountains of the Falkreath hold as dawn drew upon the region. The sun rising gently, lighting the horizon in a orange hue. A woman in steel armor atop the balcony of a fortress which was now pacing back and forth drawing breath in and out of her lungs as she lay deep in though before looking toward the sunset. It was a calm before the storm that was brewing since the Civil War had ended in the Siege of Windhelm and the Imperial's favor. She took a brief remembrance of the battle, the city ablaze as the Siege Engines and Magi of the Empire smashed in the walls and then soon stormed the city. That was war, but now she was in charge of a different kind of war, a silent, quiet kind, playing the Thalmor at their own game, not that anyone knew her Guild was an Imperial weapon behind closed curtains. She looked briefly toward the gate for anymore arriving recruits before sighing and heading into the Keep yet again and through the narrow corridors, past a steel door that lead to her own Private Quarters and into the man chamber. Her hand brushing lightly over the newly rebuilt walls. It was hard to imagine this was the site of one of the first Dragon Attacks in Skyrim a score ago. Soon she arrived in her office and sat down with a swift movement, pulling out a quill and parchment, waiting, watching the door.

Meanwhile outside above the Keep's main gate patrolled a massive Orc. Singing and humming to himself as he leaned over the edge and watched the road with obviously intent. It was a beautiful morning to him after a night of working on the iron, blazed teeth of his forge and watching the gate was a welcome change from his monotonous work though he did enjoy it, gave him time to think and recollect. He too was remembering the past but a much further past, going all the way to his childhood of when he walked the wharfs of the Imperial docks on his own, only the sun and moon his masters, as well as his own stomach. But now, his own stomach was still his master as well as an echelon of Imperials in cities far to the south and north, though that was merely military work as usual and he was little to complain, they provided him with ale, money, food, and even a bed to sleep in every night. Trading a bit of freedom was worth it. But now, out here in Skyrim again he felt alone and free both wonderful and terrible, all he had to do now was wait for the new recruits to show up.

Three days ago fliers, posts, and word went out in every direction, to every hold, city, or village in Skyrim asking for Warriors, Mages, Rouges and the like to head to Helgen to throw in with a new Guild that would soon ever contend with the Companions in honor. Now all the two patrons of this guild had to do was wait patiently in the serene mountainous fort for freshblood to throw their hats into a new order, no matter what backround they hailed from.

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Dayolin had been riding his summoned horse for several hours now. A penny pincher who never did care for paying for services. Especially for some of the Nords in the region. He came to Helgan one mile off the road when he disspelled his horse. These Nords had a terrible understanding of magic, most did anyway. He came up to the guild doors and walked in freely. He looked around a bit unimpressed. It paled in comparrison to that of the Wizard's Guild in the Imperial City. He shook his head while he sat down at a chair near the door.

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The lands of skyrim prove to be a harsh and cold one to those used to warmer climates or those with a taste for softer soil. Many Khajiit normally only come up here for only for trade and profit opportunities. Some come for a calling other than the jingling of septims.

One khajiit rode on the back of a rather large horse like creature. Dressed in mage's robes and hood to cover her face, she looked over to the horizon, the sight of country's tallest mountain and miles away from The Rift where she had entered the country from Morrowind and was rejected from entering Riften to rest. Vanjirra sighed to her self. "Looks like the distrust for my kind still persist after all these years." She muttered to herself as she patted the "horse" to move on. The horse looked more like it was daedric in origin, but it was far better than being ripped off by a bigoted Nord who thought he could get more money out of her then she had. Nords in this country tended to be that way toward foreigners and other races for that matter; whither they be man or mer.

That wasn't her concern for now, that concern was for the town of Helgen where she had been requested to travel. Something about being part of a guild that would peak her interests. Something very vague that the mage's college told her to travel such a long way for. Strange indeed, for she had a lot of 'interests': Food from other provinces, studies of powerful daedra and their princes, even the culture of the other provinces. At the very least they could have been more specific about the ordeal. If it was something that she couldn't give her honest opinion in when she arrived there, then what would have been the point of such a long and difficult journey?

She came upon the town's walled entrance and tilted her head to the side. 'why would such a small village need a defence this large?' she thought to herself as she climbed off the "horse" and banished it to its own plane. She spotted an Orc, one of massive size from what she could see and waved to get his attention. "Many pardons from this one, would you mind telling me if this is Helgen?" She called, hoping she wouldn't have to sleep on the road another night.

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The streets of Whiterun were teeming with activity. The myriad of strange noises in large towns had always made him tense, and under the current cirsumstances, he wished that he could silence everyone. Making use of his nimble Elven feet, he hurried to the cloud district. His only guide was the pale light of the moon. His heart pounded like a hammer on cloth, pulsing through his limbs until the vibrations reached his very fingertips. Sweat dripped from his brow, stinging as it seeped into his eyes. "They could be anywhere. . ." Adanion said to himself in a whisper. It was mere seconds before a Thalmor mage appeared around the corner.

As the Thalmor's eyes met his, Adanion felt fear jabbing at his heart. He ran. He ran like a frightened deer, attempting vainly to escape death. But it was too late. A horrendous pain struck his leg, and they responded by sending him hurdling into the ground. His nostrils were filled with the pungent odor of burning fleshβ€”his burning flesh. He glanced down at his leg, where the pain seemed to stem from, and was horrified to find that the skin on his leg was completely gone; torn away by a raging fireball.

He screamed, begging for assistance from any who would offer it, but his pleas went unanswered. As he lay, he felt the world slip away from him. He gave in to what he considered his fate. It is forunate that he was wrong. A man appeared. He smiled assuringly at Adanion, or at least it appeared that way to Adanion in his dream-like state. Adanion heard the Thalmor mage release a blood-curdling screech that was cut off abruptly.

During these events, Adanion's eyes never left the magnificent man before him. His skin; beautiful, flawless, and glowing with an ethereal green aura. His gait; confident, graceful, and masculine. Adanion fought the urge to cry, but he could still feel a warm stream falling down his cheeks.

"Your story is not yet finished, Adanion. It is just beginning. Go forth, my son. May your paths always be green and golden." The stranger declared, his voice deep and reassuring. As he spoke, Adanion felt the pain in his limbs fade. His every fatigue and aching pain vanished, and he felt as if he had been born again. His eyes closed, and his world became darkness.



Sitting up, Adanion awoke with a start. His every sense as sharp as a razor. He was in a small cabin, the light of candles dancing on the hard wooden walls. Underneath him, was a small wooden cot. He moaned, his head wreathing in pain. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and reached instinctively for his dagger, but to his dismay it was not there. He looked up, and before him was a beautiful woman.

"You are awake! This is good. How do you feel?" She asked, her voice revealing her interest.

"Iβ€”I feel wonderful. Who are you? Where am I?" Adanion replied to the maiden.

"My name is Camilla Valerius, and you sir, are in Whiterun. We found you passed out near the house of Clan Gray-Mane. What happend to you?"

Memories swirled in Adanion's mind. The Thalmor agent. . . The man. . . Who were they? His head began to ache, and he moaned, "Ugh. . . I am not completely sure." He sat up, and removed himself from the bed.

"Careful now. You might be injured and not even know it." Camilla cautioned, steadying Adanion by placing a hand around his arm.

Adanion looked down at his leg, and let out a gasp of amazement. The flesh was completely intact, in fact, a scar that he had beared there for years was gone. The skin itself was soft and new. He caressed it before returning his gaze to the woman.

"Thank you for opening your home to me, but I must go now. I have a destination to reach." Adanion explained as he reached into his pocket and handed Camilla a few septims.

"No thanks is needed. I simply did what I would have wanted someone to do for me. Even so, you are welcome." She replied, stuffing the septims into a pocket in the front of her apron. As Adanion made his way for the door, he heard, "Wait! I never caught your name, stranger."

He turned back to Camilla and said, "My name is Adanion Eldenhearth." And with that, he exited the house. Making sure to shut the door securely after leaving. As he walked through the streets of Whiterun, he spotted a flyer nailed into the wall of a house. It said,

Adventurers,
Are you alone in this life? Do you wander without purpose? Do you seek to do good in this world? In an attempt to help reform Skyrim since the Dragonborn Crisis, The Watchers Guild has been formed. We are located in Helgen, and any are welcome to join. Simply report to our Guild Hall, and speak with our leader Lyra Victus. We look forward to your arrival.


Hmmm. . . Adanion entertained the thought.



Soon, he found himself at the gates of Helgen. Upon entering the courtyard, he saw a tall Orc conversing with a Khajiit. He decided to approach, even though his gut twisted when he looked at the Orc. "Uhm... Hello," He began awkwardly. "Do either of you know where I could find a woman named Lyra Victus?"

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Lynly Snowsong



It was a crisp, quiet morning. The sun had just risen from behind the mountain range that traced the southern border of Skyrim. It was moderate, the air still had the chill inherent to the harsh land, but it was nothing compared to the frigid northern reaches. The winds whispered gently along the roads that traced the feral countryside, yet all was mostly quieit, save for the sounds of nature. Crickets chirping their dawn melody, birds singing the new day in, and a distant stream bubbling over the rockbed. It was a peaceful day. Yet, there was one more sound, not belonging to any of nature's inhabitants. It was a song, sang in all of Skyrim's taverns. The melody was slower than normal, sang by a sweet, if inherently strong voice. A voice of one of Skyrim's daughters.

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"Hm, hmm, hmm, O, There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red,
who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead.
Hmm, hm, hmm, hm, O, And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade,
as he told of bold battles and the gold that he had made."
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Despite the bloody material, the song was a cheerful one, singing the accomplishments of a shieldmaiden over that of a pig of a man. The voice was low, but harmonic, almost fitting in with the surrounding nature. The owner of the voice, a woman atop of a chestnut mare riding from the direction of Riverwood to the newly rebuilt Helgen. She was fair, with platinum hair and stormy eyes. Her jaw was strong with a single scar marring the pale face, with a spattering of freckles gracing her cheeks. She was strong, fair, and thick with muscles. These roads held no secrets for this woman, for she had the look of an adventurer about her.

On her back, a shield of oak and engraved steel sat, baring the marks of many battles fought, and many battles won. At her side hung a iron sword, the leather wrapping of the pommel wore down to fit only one hand, and that hand was her own. The blade had seen the end of many bandit and highwayman, and many more yet. She was no stranger to these wilds, in fact, she had lived in them for most of her adult life. Many dungeons, ruins, and caves had been seen by those stormy eyes of hers.

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"Hmm, hm, hmmm, hm, O, But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red,
when he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said…
Hmm, hm, hmmm, hm, O, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead.
Now I think it’s high time that you lie down and bleed."
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Yet, the adventuring lifestyle began to become... Monotonous. Living on her own for the majority of her adult life, living on the spoils from ancient dungeons or the passing band of bandits who believed a single Nord woman to be easy prey. It was not an easy life, but it was an honest one as far as she could tell. She had many stories of her adventures to tell and many more stories of her fathers hidden away in her skull. She was raised on the stories of old, of grand adventures, of tales of grandeur. It was no surprise she lived as she did.

These tales however did not give her a purpose. Wandering Skyrim alone with only the thought of beholding her beauty may be a fairytale-like life, but it left a purpose to be filled. To be needed, to actually put one's mark on the world. That was what she was missing. And that was what had her on the road that crisp morning. She had caught wind of an upstart guild. The Watchers, tasked with protecting those that the Empire could not. An honorable goal, and one she could find herself behind. Far too long had she wandered the land to view her majesty, now it was time for her to protect those so that they may enjoy the same majesty she did.

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"Hm, hmm, hmm, And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel,
as the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal.
Hm, hmm, hmm, And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more…
when his ugly red head rolled around on the floor."
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As her song came to an end, the keep of Helgen came within sight. She tilted her head as the looked upon the rebuilt keep. The last time she visited the area, Helgen was nothing more than ruins and scorches from the first dragon attack. As an adventurer, should could not have let such a location pass without viewing it with her own eyes. Now it stands tall once again, and perhaps where she could find her own purpose in Skyrim. Had she been older, she would have participated in the Civil War, yet she was only a child of eight when the war broke out. They had moved from their home of Windhelm when the Empire began to encroach-- Not that she minded. Talos's Empire was the one true rule, as it should be. While the bloodline in charge of this new empire did not have any of Talos's blood, it was still created by his hand. The Empire was his blood, and that was enough for her and her family to support it.

As she approached the gate of her new would-be home, she caught sight of a figure pacing above the gate. A thick man, Orc from the way his teeth poked out from his jaw. No doubt part of the Watchers. The woman merely raised a hand in greeting as she passed under the gate. Apparently, she wasn't the only one to have come in search of a purpose, as a Kahjiit called to the Orc above along with a bosmer.

"Many pardons from this one, would you mind telling me if this is Helgen?" Asked the Kahjiit.

"Do either of you know where I could find a woman named Lyra Victus?" And the bosmer.

"Aye. It is," she spared for the Kajiit. "Inside probably," for the Bosmer. She was not favorable of Kahjiits, or elves for that matter, but they had asked a question she knew the answer of. Without much more, the woman passed through the gate wordlessly and into the keep. There, in the courtyard, she dismounted and looked around. Perhaps the orc would descend his perch and explain what exactly she was to do now for she had no idea herself.

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A smudge of black spread from a tree branch about 10 feet up near the gate to Helgen. A low, dry chuckle issued from it. It never ceased to amaze Sobek how easy it was to sneak by people. He did not need to of course, no one would be able to see his face behind his Nightingale mask, and the flier HAD said that all were welcome to join the new guild, but...old habits died hard. He slid his daggers out of their sheathes briefly to make sure they were still well oiled and easily withing reach. Then, he dropped soundlessly to the ground in front of the Orc and stood up. He fully expected surprised outrage, but he interrupted anything by speaking quickly, yet quietly.

"My name iss Ssobek. I have come becausse of the the flier? I am looking for a Lyra Victuss."

He clucked his tongue, and his horse came trotting up the road from where he had hidden it. It nudged him, looking for sugar or some other treat. He fished a cube of moon sugar from one of his many pockets and held it out to the horse, which chomped it appreciatively. Then he looked back at the Orc, who seemed to still be recovering from his surprise.

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Two days ago

Sobek lounged in his chair at the Ragged Flagon. Gold was starting to pour in, and new thieves joined every week. They had to start screening new arrivals, however, and had already caught a Thalmor spy attempting to infiltrate them. The reason had gone with him to the grave, as he had said nothing, even when put to the flaying knife. Dirge had flayed his entire right arm before his heart gave out. A pity.

Suddenly Sapphire came running in.

"Hey, you lazy louts! Get up. We just received a new bit of intel on that new guild. The Watchers?"

The various thieves gathered around her, with the exception a few, as she read from a flier aloud.

"'Adventurers, are you alone in this life? Do you wander without purpose? Do you seek to do good in this world? In an attempt to help reform Skyrim since the Dragonborn Crisis, The Watchers Guild has been formed. We are located in Helgen, and any are welcome to join. Simply report to our Guild Hall, and speak with our leader Lyra Victus. We look forward to your arrival.' What a load of trash! But the guild leader wants us to look into it. Any volunteers?"

Sobek thought carefully, then looked over at the Bosmer leader of the Thieves guild. Eryn Laffier had still been relatively new when Brynjolf had died, but the man trusted him for some reason, and had given over leadership of the Thieves Guild to him. No one argued, as he held his own, and was quite the accomplished thief.

Sobek contemplated a few seconds more, then raised his hand.

"I will go, Ssapphire. I have an interesst in this new guild. Ssomething ssmellss like a bad egg to me. And, it'ss been a while ssince I've been down that way."

Sapphire looked at Eryn, who nodded. Then she tossed Sobek the flier.

"Have at it, Sobek. Oh, and don't forget, you're a thief first, so anything shiny, bring it back to us."

Sobek laughed dryly, the sound like scales slithering over a bed of rocks.

"Of coursse, Ssapphire. I love sshiny thingss."

An few hours later, Sobek was on a horse, loaned to him by Maven Blackbriar for services rendered. The Argonian thief trotted down the road, his blue eyes constantly shifting, looking possible enemies, and of course, things to steal.

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The Orc was rather pleased by the flow of recruits, smiling as the Nord directed them. "Thank ye Lass... Just spared me a bit of breathe, aye, Lyra is likely in her office head into the main chamber and its the first door on the left from the entrance. Just be careful about what you touch in her office, a little spitfire that one." With that he turned and watched the horizon.

And then suddenly a lizard dropped from the trees near the entrance road and he did indeed stand up. He instantly recognized the armor, legends had been going around about this order of Nocturnal followers. But his surprise quickly turned to rage at the fact, he pulled his hammer from his back and snarled. "And who are, you damned wise-scale. And why are yous sulking about my gate?" He quickly barked. Then he heard the Lizard was looking for Lyra and he gave a large scowl. "We don't want you scaled hide around here, but your welcome to go in and get fried by the boss. Never had cooked Argonian before." The Orc said and sat back down, clearly aggravated. As he gave an intense snort.

Meanwhile within the Keep, Lyra was still preparing. Sorting through papers and few logs she had been left by the Empire before she noticed a Dunmer sitting in the keep with a bored aura about him. She called it in a lightly commanding voice. "Oi, you there, come here... I need to get you signed up!" Her voice echoed throughout the stonewalls gently, she was an Imperial and this was now Imperial property she would be as loud as she damn wanted, other races of Men or Mer for that matter where in her domain as soon as they entered her guildhall and she would show that. She was indeed, the Guildmaster, she was indeed a former Legionnaire that would likely be know by inhabitants of Skyrim and she was by birthright nobility. However, she understood that was no right to treat others with disrespect and would do her best to maintain a fair, open, welcoming Guild to all those that feel under her command. Provided that proved their worth and trustworthiness that was. She had no need for ruffians, fools, or enemy spies among her ranks. Though she doubted their would be any spies or hoped that would be true with her whole heart. Spies... Bad for business. As she waited for the Dunmer she quickly shifted through her papers, finding the ones for recruitment and sign up and laying them across the desk.

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Adanion was somewhat shocked when a Nordic woman stopped and answered their questions before the Orc had a chance to. Her voice conveyed neither kindess nor trustworthiness, but Adanion followed her into the courtyard anyways. As he approached the entrance to the keep, he heard a voice booming throughout all of Helgen.

"Oi! You there! Come here. . . I need you to get signed up!" The authoritative voice commanded. It was a female voice, but by no means was it feminine. It sounded like the voice of The Emporer himself, and it might as well have been. For, whoever this voice belonged to was about to become Adanion's emporer.

"I suppose that is our Guildmaster. . ." Adanion said quietly to the Nordess in front of him, unsure of whether she would respond. Usually, Adanion wouldn't associate with a Nordβ€”he had heard much of their hate for elves, and shared no fondess for them in returnβ€”but, he didn't have time to focus on the trivial stereotypes of the various races. He simply wanted to begin to make friends, regardless of whether they had curved, pointed, or furry ears. Or even none at all for that matter.

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Vanjirra nodded releived that this was the right place and some random other village that she would be ran out of by the inhabitants. She walked in nodding to the Nord woman in gratitude and looking over the Bosmer in curiousity. She had been to valenhood in her youth, but spent very little time there, maybe he might be a navtive from there. She pushed the thought back into her mind, deeming it a bit rude to question someone about their homeland upon first meeting and such.

She wandered into the village, quickly becoming destracted from actually being in a walled town without being almost immidiently kicked out for false accuations. Her hand opened, glowing with a red aura around it and muttered a few words. Soon a flash of red light appeared on the ground and a small creature, standing about the size of a small dog appeared beside her and looked up at the khajiit. "Anything you need of me mistress?" it said with a high and raspy voice. "Walk with me. see if you can find anything of intrest from my side." she said as she wandered around for a bit.

"Oi You there! Come here.." She turned toward the loud voice coming from inside and flicked her ear for a moment. "That must be the master. Come." She said, the scamp following hurriedly behind her. She wandered toward the where the voice had come from, but every now and again deviating from where she was heading to look at something before heading inside the tower.

In all honesty, from the group that she had seen, he felt quite alone in the fact that she was the only khajiit and knowing the relations between some races were still strained even after the war. She sighed to herself. "If this doesn't work out, Ii could possibly join a caravan somewhere..." she muttered to herself, putting up her hood just in case she was questioned.

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Dayolin stood up with a sigh, he figured the guildmaster would be a Nord. His views of Nords in general were very low but that was because of their culture. The ones that lived in Skyrim had the same views as the Altmer only it revolved around men instead of mer. Secondly they frowned on the use of most magics, which is militarily dimwitted. His only exception to these generalizations was Tiber Septim. He, however, was always an exception.

He entered the guildmaster's quarters and sat down on a chair in front of her desk. One hand was in his pocket fiddeling with a black soul gem. That practice had been frowned upon in the mages guild back in Cyrodiil but he liked the uses of them none the least. They were, after all, the most powerful type of soul gem there was. Very useful for enchantments and summonings.

"So I take it these are the papers." He said as more of a statement than a question. "Before we get started on this I would like to know about any shrines that are situated in the guild and to what gods are they devoted to. Also where we will be training as well." He finished speaking, took the papers, and began filling them out with some ink&pen that were on the desk.

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The Imperial rose a brow as the Dunmer waltzed in, if you could even call it that, she placed a hand under her chin thinking and observing the mer before he spoke. Perking lightly at his words, "Before we get started on this I would like to know about any shrines that are situated in the guild and to what gods are they devoted to. Also where we will be training as well."

"We have shrines devoted to all of the Eight Divines in the south wing. I however, will not condone worship of Azura or any other Daedric Princes upon Guild land." However, she quickly gave the Dark Elf another look and noticed the Talos Necklace. "Sorry, you must excuse me, if you are asking about Talos, I will permit a Shine to him to built. One would already have been, but it must be hidden for the time being. My 'investors' may not agree with you and your religious views, for the time being. She added an extra emphasis on the last few words.

"As for the training. We have a three areas devoted to magic, melee, and archery in the basement. And in the west wing an Alchemy and Enchanting chamber. Barracks are already furnished to the north. Two to a room. And in the east wing you'll find the study, dining hall, and kitchen." She concluded and sat back in her chair. "I hope you find our facilities useful, they were not cheap."

After that she called for the next recruit, as well as saying that multiple recruits could come into the office at once and that it would make her job much more simple.

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Sobek ignored the Orc's comments, such brutes were notorious for their crass and often vulgar ways of speaking. Ne simply nodded and clucked his tongue again. The horse followed him into Helgen, and he tied him up near the stable. The snow-colored steed eyed with him with unusual intelligence, so he whispered, " Do not worry, I'll ssend you back to your misstresss ass ssoon ass I am finisshed here."

The Argonian turned from the stable and followed his nose to a largish building that had several people of various races gathered in front of it. He walked into it as a Dunmer smelling strongly of magic. He wrinkled his nose, as only an Argonian can. The slight burning smell had always irritated him.

is eyes settled on an Imperial in full armor. Obviously Lyra Victus. She was consulting a a list of some. Sobek rolled his eyes. Nocturnal help me. Imperials and their lists.

He approached the Imperial woman carefully. Nocturnal willing, she would not recognize his outfit.

"Hail, Imperial. I am Ssobek. A...hunter from Riften. I heard that the Watcherss were recruiting, sso, I came with all sswiftnesss so I could join. Iss there any paperwork or tesst I need passs?"

Sobek felt pleased with his quick thinking on his choice of profession. Claiming to be a hunter explained both his bow and daggers. His clothing could be viewed as something simply to break up his outline while stalking game.

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The Redguard woman wore a bright smile, the white of her even teeth a marked contrast to the dark red of her lips and the burnished ebony of her complexion. The sun was warm on her face, the thuds of the hooves beneath her were solid and steady, and the air smelled fresh and crisp. It was not the desert to which she was so accustomed, but it was lovely in its own way.

Aaliyah dropped the horse’s reins, stretching her arms up and above her, holding on with her legs alone. Whilst the horses of her people were most often built sleeker and swifter than these Skyrim shires, the basic principles of riding were the same, and she felt not unsteadiness or vertigo from such a simple action. Tossing her hair back with a swift motion of her head, she breathed deeply, letting the chill morning air fill her lungs, and laughed into the empty space with no thought for anyone who might hear or see. Life was good; why shouldn’t she celebrate that?

Leaning back down a touch, she felt for her horse, fingers brushing the base of its neck. Walking her hands upwards a bit, she wrapped her arms around and squeezed, not tightly but firmly, earning her what she chose to interpret as a snort of indulgence and a flick of his head. The metal pieces of the bridle jangled together with the leather, and she sat back up, finding the reins again by touch and holding them loosely in one hand.

The man who’d sold her the creature had promised her that it would be able to take her to Helgen, and she stopped and asked for directions just about every time she encountered another traveler on the road. When she’d first set to wandering like this, it had been more than a little awkward, and sometimes, people were downright rude about things like that. Since then, she’d gotten used to speaking to all kinds, from haughty Altmer to tricky Kahjit, and she often assuaged the less-frequent discomfort by treating the whole thing as a game: what will get the stodgy old Nord to talk? or something of that nature. She β€œwon” her game more often than not, nowadays, and had learned a number of things about people in the process.

In this way, Liya proceeded to Helgen, wrapping her cloak and scarf about her when the weather grew chill in the mountains. Few people realized this, but deserts weren’t always hot, either. The Alik’r tended to drop far below what was comfortable when the sun went down, and though there was never any snow, it prepared her, at least a bit, for this sort of experience.

She stopped a few hours into the morning for a quick respite, having caught the sound of running water. Leading her horse (she was calling him Kareem) to the river, she gave him the opportunity to drink, and also took the chance to wash the accumulated trail-dust from her face and arms. It was far too chill to bathe entirely, and she hoped that these Watchers bothered with the luxury of hygiene, though she wasn’t sure she could count on it. From what she’d smelled, Nords weren’t exactly the most soap-loving people she’d ever met, which she found more funny than repulsive. Maybe they just wanted to emulate bears in every possible way: size, vocalization, and scent.

She chuckled to herself again, and then sighed. It really would be nice to be around people again, though. For almost six months, she’d been on the road, only stopping in towns or holds every now and then. Surely, these brief interludes in civilization were enough for a good conversation or two, a bard’s tale, a shopkeeper’s woe or the vicariously-gleaned happiness of a newly-engaged maid, but she lacked now what she had not known the value of when she acquired: friends, and something akin to a family.

If Matthias has taught her anything, it was that, and she was certain he wouldn’t mind a divergence from her world-trekking journey for the experience of having close friends once again. Not that this was her only motive, of course. Once, it would have been an easy thing to pass right through these mountains and let Skyrim’s problems remain here. Hammerfell had defeated the Dominion in the past and they could do so again if necessary, so why was she to be concerned?

Well, the answer was simple for all its novelty: perhaps she, as a person who treasured her happiness and recognized the value of her freedom, owed it to the rest of the world to give them a fighting chance to know life as she did. Which was what had led her here. The irony of her joining an organization called the β€œWatchers” was certainly not lost upon her, but Aaliyah was willing to let idioms be idioms and give it her best anyway.

At length, she caught the sound of voices, several in fact, and about the same time as the Argonian (the hissing accent gave it away) jumped out of the tree with a rustle and a thud, she approached the gathered souls in a much more conventional fashion, sliding from her horse and patting his withers, directing her eyes in the general direction of most of the others. β€œWell, seems like recruiting has been quite successful for the Watchers, no? Or are the Thalmor just incredibly unpopular?” She offered a light grin, evidence of her knowledge of the understatement employed there.

Of course, it seemed by this point that everyone was moving, and she suspected that all or part of what she said was lost in the confrontation between the Argonain and someone large- orc, possibly? Either way, it seemed that they were going to be funneled in eventually, so she trailed after the sound of others’ footsteps. Her detection spells were active, but those didn’t work for stone walls, so she undid the clasp securing her staff to her back and held it firmly in tone hand, passing it back and forth in front of her so as not to inadvertently stumble into anything.

She made it into the courtyard just fine, but the Guildmaster’s office would be another matter entirely. β€œβ€™Scuse me for saying so,” she called, her tone polite but by no means meek, β€œBut I doubt you want my horse in your office, ma’am. What should I do with him?”

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"Hail, Imperial. I am Ssobek. A...hunter from Riften. I heard that the Watcherss were recruiting, sso, I came with all sswiftnesss so I could join. Iss there any paperwork or tesst I need passs?" Lyra turned her gaze quickly from the Dunmer and to the hissing voice. A slight look of disdain crossing her visage as she did indeed recognize the armor set the sentient reptile wore. "A patron of Nocturnal, watch yourself." Her voice had a calm edge to it, like a well-sharpened dagger as she stared the lizard in the eyes. "But aye, there is paperwork and then a test once enough recruits arrive, hope you like Dwemer Ruins." The Guildmaster uttered with an innocent but cunning smile as she held a packet of papers out for the Argonian, a quill and some ink along with it. "Next!"

The Orc noticed more recruits were steadily incoming and a Redguard with a horse, as she dismounted he raised a brow. He knew Lyra was going to be short-tempered with this one, Redguards had been at the bottom of her likable races since they seceded from the Empire. He decided to come down from the wall. "I'll help you with your steed ma'am." He said politely, acting completely and utterly different than as he had with the Argonian, as he got close he whispered to the Redguard. "Be careful around Lyra ma'am, she is sensitive about Hammerfall's concord." With a nod he waited patiently for the female to hand over the reigns, humming an Imperial sailing song gently, he could never stay silent. Bad habit of his on stealth orientated tasks. "And I hope you had a pleasurable trip." He finished and patted her steed's neck gently. A smile upon his face, almost looking uncharacteristic and bestial considering his tusks.

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Sobek grimaced behind his mask. How was it that a mere Imperial officer knew of Nocturnal's chosen? It did not bode well for the secrecy of the Nightingales. Unless...unless she did not recognize him as a Nightingale, but simply as a thief. That would be fine, assuming she did not try to arrest him. He noticed a Reguard woman come in behind him. He sniffed carefully and then exhaled happily. Women from the Hammerfall region always smelled deliciously spicy. He had bedded one or two in his time, and they were as fierce warriors in the bedroom as they were on the battlefield. He courteously stepped aside for her, but continued to speak with the Imperial.

"Ah...apologiess for the deception, misss. Nocturnal is the patron ssaint of all thievess. I have left that world behind me, though. I am merely an honesst hunter now. The armor I keep for convenience. Ass to your quesstion, I would not ssay I enjoy Dwemer ruinss, but I have vissited my sshare of them. Markarth, for example, hass some dangerouss ones. Thosse Centurionss keep you on your toess."

The Argonian laughed his dry, scaly laugh.

"And of coursse, theress the Falmer..."

Did Sobek notice a slight shift in the Imperial's eyes? He suddenly felt he knew what the impending test might consist of. He detested Falmer. And Chaurus as well. But most of all, he hated Dwemer constructs. He felt sure he was going to encounter all three soon.

Sobek cleared his throat. He needed to change the subject before she got suspicious. "I will fill out thiss paperwork. You have a writing sstation?"

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Erik's tread carried him swiftly across the uneven terrain of the mountainous region outside Helgen, but he was not without consideration for the fact that he travelled in company today. He rode no horse, as the creatures tended to fear his presence, able to sense what men and mer typically could not. It was something he found almost humorous; as though he would bother hunting and eating an equine. On this particular morning, a smidge of capricious good cheer lent his step a spring and his moth a close-lipped tilt that very much resembled a smile, and why should it not? Such clues were not indcative of his general disposition in the slightest; it was no sunny outlook that cast his eyes appreciatively to the cloudless sky. Rather, it had occurred to him that sunny days were simply ones on which the Brotherhood was less likely to try murdering him, which he considered somewhat preferable to the alternative. Killing people got to be relatively boring when you did it for a living.

The wreckage of stone, hardly altered even after twenty or so years of stagnance, became visible over the horizon around then, and Erik stopped, taking the opportunity to survey what of the layout he could discern. There were certainly people present, though at this distance, even his sense of smell wouldn't be able to tell him how many. It was the residual odor of old campfires that gave him what scant information he had, anyway. Rolling his shoulders, he cracked his neck first one way and then the other, crossing his arms over his chest for a moment and giving his fellow traveller a sidelong glance, accompanied by the brief flash of a smile. "So, indulge me, if you would. How does a witch come by the opinion that leaving her coven to help a bunch of Imperials fight off who-knows-what is an idea worth pursuing?" There was some disdain to his tone, but not applied, surprisingly, to the word witch. Rather, the obvious lack of enthusiasm seemed equally placed upon Imperial and Thalmor.

The witch shot a smile right back at him. "Because I've always been a sucker for the dashing soldier types, of course," Maya said as she kept stride with Erik. Skyrim was a small place sometimes, and this just proved that. But perhaps it was no coincidence after all. Hircine could have had any number of reasons for sending her here. Perhaps this encounter with a man she'd given the gift of lycanthropy to would lead to one. It had been a rather odd encounter. She'd been caught up in a hunt. A rabbit had darted across the road not far from Helgen, and Maya was loathe to let such an insult to her inner huntress go unanswered. She'd bolted after it, her lips curling into a smile as she watched dart back and forth through the bushes after it bounded into the forest. She'd considered conjuring herself a bow and trying to shoot the thing, but with it on the run as it was, it would be a very difficult shot, and a miss would likely lead to its escape.

Thus, she'd contented herself to simply remaining on its trail, moving effortlessly through the woods, until at last it returned to the road, an open area, no obstructions between her and it. It bolted in a straight line for the far side, but Maya was prepared, and took advantage of its lack of lateral movement, her right hand filling with electrical energy even as she vaulted over a fallen tree. An arc of lightning shot forth from her palm, sizzling through the air and colliding with the rabbit's rear... and causing the little creature to explode entirely. Breathing slightly heavily, Maya had walked over to the bloodied scorch mark where the rabbit had been to examine what little remains there were when Erik had arrived.

"In reality, I am here because when my lord asks something of me, I do not question him, but rather trust that his intent will become clear in due time. Glory to rival the Companions sounds like potential for a good hunt to me." A curious bunch, the Companions. Not an entirely disagreeable bunch at that. A few of them knew a thing or two about the hunt.

Erik made a breathy exhalation that sounded suspiciously like it would have been a laugh, given just a smidge more incentive. "It's bound to be more challenging than the average hare, I'll give it that," he replied easily, still faintly amused by the scene he'd encountered just a short while ago. He had to imagine that Maya did not often choose to slay small game with lightning, else she probably would have learned better by now. Still, the idea that Hircine had actually sent her to Helgen of all places was... odd. He subconsciously twisted the silvery band on his left middle finger with the thumb of the same hand.

Shrugging, he resumed his pace. The two were presently traipsing through the woods themselves rather than any of the more commonly-used paths in these areas. He appreciated the minor subterfuge in this, as well as the opportunity to drop for a moment the many-layered facade that became second nature when one moved easily among people of all kinds.

Such things were not meant to last, however, and it was not much longer before he could smell- and hear, because there was definitely some shouting going on- the people at the fort. There seemed to be a small congregation gathering before the fortress proper, and one of the parties was rather upset. "Well, this sounds lively," he quipped, emerging out onto the more beaten path at about the same time as most of those present went inside. And here he'd been worried about an ambush. That would have required much more guile and subtlety than he was currently witnessing, which was reassuring in a way. The presence of a medley of people was distracting in and of itself, and one eyebrow rose in a speculative gesture when he was fairly certain he caught the retreating backs of a Redguard, a Bosmer, and an Argonian. A man, a mer, and a beastfolk walk into a bar...

He had a feeling he'd have more ways to finish that joke than he knew what to do with by the time this was over.

"So. Do we stride up like we own the place and everything in it, sneak in as though we want to steal everything in it, or light up some magic flames and just threaten to burn it? That's what one does to make a favorable impression these days, right?" And nobody even mourned manners when they died. Shame, that.

"Perhaps we should just burn half of it," Maya suggested, "I'll resurrect that half... and we'll watch them fight each other!" She ran a hand through raven-black hair as she conjured the image in her mind, and smiled to herself. "I could conjure us some sort of flying steed so we could watch from above. We'd fit right in."

She then dismissed the idea with a flick of her hand. "Ah, but I shouldn't get carried away. I'm sure they're all wonderful people who are all completely understanding and accepting of Daedra-worship, necromancy, and lycanthropy. You'll see." As Maya surveyed those who were now making their way further into the fort, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Hircine had sent her here to make one of these people her prey. Wouldn't that be interesting? If it was indeed the case, she had little doubt she'd find that person soon. She looked to Erik, her companion by chance or fate or whatever you wanted to call it. "Shall we?"

"After you, o lady of the forest," Erik replied, sweeping one hand out in front of him and trailing just behind her as they approached the gates of the fortress. It seemed that the guardian of the entrance had moved further inside, leaving the front door open, so to speak. A lot of confidence in that, but then perhaps that was warranted. It was hard to say at present. The gate let into a courtyard, occupied by several people of even more varied stripes than he'd initially surmised. There was a panoply of scent-data: people, horses, steel, wood, fire, and the earthy smell that stone never quite lost.

Off to one side, there appeared to be a line for an office of some description. "I'm guessing that's where we go to get strangled by bureaucracy. I don't know if you've ever had to fill out paperwork before, but it gets tedious rather quickly." Nevertheless, he joined the queue without fanfare, glancing around at the assembled faces and offering a subtle greeting if he happened to meet anyone's eyes, usually just a nod or some-such. No need to draw too much attention, after all.

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Adanion stood patiently in the procession of various people, feeling rather odd and uncomfortable. They were all very exotic, foreign, and strange above all else, but he imagined he appeared the same to them. Adanion craned his neck in the direction of the main gate. His viridian gaze settled upon two newcomers. A duo that seemed to have aptitude in the darker arts as far as Adanion could tell. There was a man; tall, lean, and fair. And, a woman; clothed in a robe that vaguely reminded him of a raven's glossy black feathers.

As he stared, the man caught his gaze. As their eyes met, chills went racing down Adanion's spine. His eyes. They were so ethereal. They seemed to have no color at all. Adanion snapped his head back in the direction of the office, not able to endure the odd sensations that ran along his fingertips anymore. Just in time it seemed.

"Next!" A voice from within the room beckoned, and Adanion heeded. As he entered the office, Adanion was not suprised to see an Imperial woman sitting behind a large desk. Imperials were very good with paperwork and other things of that sort, so it only seemed natural that we would have one leading the guild. The desk she sat behind was crafted from a dark species of wood. Perhaps Elderwood or Ebonoak, but definitely imported from Valenwood. Carved into it, were many intricate symbols, but one stood out to Adanion. Upon the upper-right leg of the table, a man stood, eternally embossed into the wood. For some reason, the figure seemed familiar to him, but it was so heavily veiled. Like a memory from a dream.

Adanion stared curiously at it for a moment before returning his eyes to the Imperial woman, who already seemed to be losing patience with him. Sheepishly, Adanion sat down in one of the chairs placed in front of the table. He began to feel extremely shy, and he couldn't seem to look her in the eyes. Her very presence was commanding, and Adanion found himself to be so smallβ€”or at least small is the only term that would come to mindβ€”in comparison.

"Iβ€”I am not sure where we should begin. I guess I will fill out anything that you need of me." Adanion said quietly, but hopefully loud enough for the woman to hear him. As he sat, he imagined what a fool he must seem like. The Bashful Bosmer. The thought made Adanion smile a bit, though his gaze remained fixated upon his legs.

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Other than pointing towards a smaller desk in the corner for the Argonian to write she remained focused on her business. The next recruit to come in was, in fact, a Bosmer. She gave a smile, automatically precieving this one as harmless to her by the signs of his body language, body language could tell anything if one had the sight to view it. The Bosmer seemed timid, slightly withdraw, and most of all impressed by her own presence.

"Iβ€”I am not sure where we should begin. I guess I will fill out anything that you need of me." Came from the Bosmer's tongue in a nervous fashion as he stared down at his own legs. The Imperial gave another smile and then spoke, her voice strangely calming or attempting to be. [Voice of the Emperor] "Relax, Bosmer, just think of me as another one of your Woodland Kin. And I'm going to need your name." Her voice was nearly purring as she spoke, pulling out a small packet of papers and handing them to the Elf, the smile still adorning her face. Oh! How differently she was treating this Bosmer from the previous recruits. But this was a reserved Elf and she needed all the recruits she could get so playing nice was needed in this situation. "And you seem to be unarmed, visit Grawl, the big Orisimer later. You'll need weapons, I have a trip planned for you all very soon." Her gaze still friendly as she called out in her voice. "Next! You outside! Nord!" The Nord was the only one in the line she could see through the partially opened door.

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Dayolin was still in the room when the guildmaster and an argonian were talking about the Dwemer ruins. "I personally like those of the Ayleids." He said quietly to himself as he left. Inside those ruins were the Falmer, which were just one of the constant reminders of the damage that the Nords have inflicted on the world because of their hate. If they had not drove the Snow Elves underground then they would never have been corrupted by the Dwemer. Therefore Dayolin held the Nords responsible for the Falmer.

He left the room and was now leaning against a wall while drinking Cyrodilic Brandy that he had bought from a trader in Whiterun before coming here. He missed it back there, especially Cloud Ruler Temple but life was life so he had to make due with what was available. He walked downstairs to practise a bit of magic in the training room. He was a bit rusty after traveling so long.

When Dayolin came to the room he placed a statue of Talos on a table and locked the door behind him. He did not wish any non believer to report him for his beliefs, then he would have to massacre anybody who attempts to arrest him. He summoned two zombies in the room and began to shoot them with multiple spells. Mostly ice spikes, firebolts, and lightning bolts. The zombies were told to try to kill him while he tried to defeat them. As such the room very soon began to swell with magic as the training progressed.

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Falkreath. Where the buildings looked like they could all burn down in some massive inferno. Popeno stood outside of Dead Man’s Drink, looking at the old wooden doors. He looked to the building, noticing that the lack of moisture had caused the wood to start drying out. The hay they used for their roofs had started to brown and die off. He spat on the ground walked up the steps slowly, looking at his horse that was tied to the porch rail. Damn horse would rip that pole right out if he wanted to, he thought to himself. Brushing the thought off quickly, he walked into the Tavern and looked around. It was dead. There were two people, a middle aged lady that was standing behind the bar and a bard singing songs of a dead hero.

He chuckled as he made his way to the lady, staring at the bard. The bard stopped playing and looked back at him, β€œWant me to sing a song?” Popeno glared at him and stood square with the man from across the bar. Slowly, he approached the bard his fingers dancing on the hilt of his dagger, β€œDoes it look like I want you to play me a silly song? Does it look like I know any songs about some dead fool that lost his life trying to be a hero?” His words were sharp and piercing, β€œWhat I want is for you to stop playing and sit down and be quiet.” Popeno got closer to him, grabbing the hilt of the dagger when the barkeep yelled out. He let go of the handle slowly, his gaze staring intently into the bard’s eyes. The bard turned away and found a seat and Popeno wheeled around on his heel and looked at the lady.

β€œI am looking for any information you might have on some guild called the watchers.” Popeno said as he walked back to the bar and placed his hands on the edge. The lady snorted and then laughed loudly, β€œThe watchers, you say?” She continued to laugh, β€œYou think they will take you? A simple Wood Elf that has lost his way and spends his time picking on the local bards?” Her voice was mocking, she sighed and stopped laughing, seeing his anger, β€œWhat are you going to do? Kill me?” Popeno grinned at her, a grin only a Daedra could have. β€œI just might. Or I might kill your whole family for insulting me.” His face was stone and he made no hint of an emotion in his words. She looked to him, β€œThere’s a flier over there on the wall, go ahead and take it.” With that, Popeno pushed himself away and went to the flier. He tore it off the wall and exited the building, going to his horse. He untied him and then climbed up on him, sitting there he read the flier. The horse backed away from the bar and start trotting off, Popeno crumbled the paper up and threw it behind him and then took off for Helgen.

The walls that surrounded the place looked like they belonged to some Imperial sanctuary, not some little town. He shrugged and made his way to the stable and gave the horse to the keeper. The walls were far bigger than he had thought when he was at a distance, he walked under the gate staring up at them. Making his way to the building the Orc had simply pointed at, he brushed his tan hair with his hand. He opened the door and was immediately greeted with a woman and a man standing in front of him, β€œMind not standing in front of the door like some fool?” He said to them as he pushed his way through. Walking around the small area he looked at all the people and chuckled, you put a flyer out for warriors and such and you get some pretty pathetic looking people, he thought to himself and garnished a grin.

He heard someone yell out next and saw that there was a line, he went to the end of it and waited. Noticing his friends that were standing in front of the door were in front him he decided to lighten the mood. β€œSo, what brings you two here? You two seems more β€˜fit’ than the others here,” He paused to chuckle slightly, β€œYes, it does seem we have a pathetic crew here to help us in our endeavors or whatever it is the guildmaster will have us do for their own gain.” He looked at the man before him, β€œYou sure are familiar…” Popeno had seen this man before, β€œOh, wait.” His eyes lit up, β€œI know who you are. Yes, I know exactly who you are.” He leaned close to him and whispered into his ear, β€œMy brothers are still searching for you, but I won’t tell them where you are. It will be our little secret.” He smiled at the man and stood there quietly with a grin from to ear to ear.

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Sobek finished with the paperwork, and dropped it on Victus' desk on his way out of the building. He hated paperwork with a passion that one hates a dreaded enemy. With a concealed snarl, stalked to the training yard. Unslinging his bow, he feathered the 30 yard target four times in three seconds. He heard a gasp behind him, but ignored it. He then spun toward the wooden combat dummy, dropping his bow and pulling his knives free in the same breath. He spun and slashed, hacking at the wooden man in the areas where an opponent's vitals would be. After several minutes of this, he 'finished' it by stabbing upwards at the base of the dummy's jaw. Breathing slowly, yet in larger than normals spans, he gathered up his weapons and went to the nearest bench.

Dropping down on the bench with a sigh, Sobek pulled an aged whetstone from one of his pockets and began to draw it upon one of his daggers, finding solace in the sound.

As he did so, he thought back to the choices that brought him to this point.

"Perhapss...perhapss I sshould have not come. Thiss Imperial sshowss much dissdain to my kind and wayss of worsship." the Argonian sighed to himself.

My child...why do you doubt? Do I not guide your hand? Are you not my servant? Do not fear, dear Sobek. I will not abandon you in this venture.

Sobek snapped to attention as Nocturnal spoke to him. He had not heard from her in some months. It felt good to hear his deity's voice. It soothed him.

"Yess, misstresss. I hear and obey."

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Vanjirra peeked into the room, eyes picking out all the others that had gathered inside. Two bosmer, an argonian, a nord of odd hair coloration, the imperial guildmaster, a redguard female and another that she could not pick out due to the robes. Possible another one of the man races but certainly female. She sighed to herself and banished away the little scamp that had been clinging to her leg. "Hail friend. This one seeks where to sign up." she said, taking down her hood to scratch be hind her ear a bit. "I am vanjirra from the mage's guild down in cyrodiil." She lowered her head humbly, not wanting to show any disrespect to anyone. A habit from long ago she had picked up and no one to date had been a offended by it.

she stood in the back, leaning against the wall and with hands behind her back in waiting to be called. The khajiit closed her eyes and tilted her head from side the side, trying to relax herself. Then again, she would not know if she would be welcomed or outright rejected.

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The low baritone rumble of a voice corresponded with the flare of her detect life as one of those in the area drew closer. Recognizing the gravelly speech of the one who'd been yelling earlier, Aaliyah nevertheless smiled warmly in his general direction. "Thank you, friend. The deed is greatly appreciated." The paused a moment when he spoke again, and her mouth dropped into a considerably more solemn line. The news about the Guildmaster was somewhat disconcerting. It was not that she was unaccustomed to being looked down upon, but the reason was not usually her place of origin.

"So a piece of paper some politicians signed makes me a worse person?" There was a faint hint of incredulity there, but she shook her head and resolved that it didn't matter. She certainly didn't think that it merited so much distrust, and for now, as long as she could keep on trusting herself, that would be enough, and she wouldn't let anyone else's attitude bother her. Her expression softened, and she patted Kareem's neck before relinquishing him to the orc's care.

It had suddenly gotten... Crowded. From the empty courtyard moments ago to the bustle of a crowd the next. Despite the low rumble of speech, one voice did not add itself to the confusion, and that was the voice of the Nord. In fact, the hefty woman seemed cowed by the sudden rush of bodies. Her straight and broad shoulders slowly inched in on themselves, trying their best to protect their owner from the multitude of people. Taking a note from the Redguard woman and her own horse, the Nord approached the Orc and handed him her own reigns. "If you would?" she asked curtly. She didn't mean to be rude, or perhaps she did. Though no stranger to the ways of battle and steel, the woman did not fare as well in social interactions. She'd much rather be waist deep in a bandit lair rather than in the middle of the ruckus of the apparent "Sign-in" day. She offered a nod towards the Redguard woman and took her leave. Aaliyah, who had been prepared to offer a greeting to the owner of this new voice (a pleasant contralto with the local flavor of accent), did not see the nod, and thus completely missed the opportunity to return it. Feeling mildly discomfited by this, she inclined her head to the orcish man and went off to join what appeared to now be a winding line of folk.

Signing in. Lynly had never heard of such foolishness. Why should she have to sign anything? Wouldn't the strength of arm good enough? What would writing her name on a piece of paper prove? That she knew how to write? That she knew her own bleeding name? A corner of her mouth twitched in irritation. She was better with a sword and shield over a quill any day. However, if the Guildmistress deemed it necessary, then she would (begrudgingly) comply. Perhaps after that bit of foolishness is over and done with, she could finally prove that she was better put to use using a blade over filing paperwork. She grunted as she returned back to the her spot in line and awaiting her own turn to meet with this-- rather loud-- Guildmistress. Now only to wait for the previous Bosmer in front of her to finish his bloody paperwork so she could get on with her life.

From listening, Aaliyah managed to gather that there was paperwork involved, and she felt her stomach drop. She was just behind the selfsame Nord woman from before, so she risked an inquiry, not that talking to complete strangers was at all uncomfortable to her. "'Scuse me, miss, but could I possibly impose on your better nature? I can't write. Well, I can, technically, but..." She waved a hand in front of her own eyes in demonstration. "I can't exactly see what I'm writing on." She grinned, completely unashamed to ask the favor, though that was not to say she expected the affirmative response.

Lynly turned around at the summons and found the same Redguard from earlier. She listened to her explanation of why she couldn't fill out the paperwork-- which was because she was blind. The revelation caused her to tilt her head in complete curiosity. It was mighty brave for a woman to sign up to a guild despite not having the gift of eyesight. Lynly leaned forward a bit closer to examine the woman's eyes, not quite thinking that the action could be construed as rude and awkward. She had a lovely shade of gold for an eye color, though something in her pupils confirmed her story. Perhaps it was the fact they were not dilated... Perhaps it was the fact that even at such a close distance she didn't maintain eye contact.

She drew back, satisfied that this woman wasn't telling her a story, and nodded again-- completely unaware that the gesture would be missed. "I should need to know your name then," Lynly stated.

"Ah, of course! Forgive me for not saying so sooner. Aaliyah Sendu, of the Alik'r, at your service." The so-named woman curtsied, careful not to bump into anyone or anything, though it might have seemed a bit odd, what with the staff still in one hand. Still, let it not be said that she lacked for grace or manners, at least. "Lynly Snowsong," she replied flatly, just in time to hear the call from the Guildmistress... Unless there was some other Nord she was unfamiliar with. She turned towards the door and then back to the Redguard. She shrugged and said, ""Let's get this over with then." Aaliyah followed the native woman with ease, apparently into the office of the aforementioned Guildmaster. Truthfully, Aaliyah was hoping there'd be no confrontation; it wasn't like she was planning on rubbing Hammerfell's independence into the lady's face or anything. Honestly, she'd never cared much for politics, and when Matthias had explained Daggerfall nobility to her once, she'd been more perplexed than anything.

Once in the office, Lynly shifted to the side to make room for Aaliyah and crossed her arms, giving this Lyra what only could be said was a bored expression. Though her shoulders were still drawn in upon herself. Aaliyah, for her part, stayed back, just a little to the side of Lynly, so that it looked rather like the Redguard was peering over the Nord's shoulder, though she wasn't quite close enough for that to be the case. "Morning, ma'am," she added, just so that maybe they wouldn't seem like the unpleasant sort of people they weren't. Lynly seemed brusque, but there was a difference between that and rude, after all.

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The Orc nodded his head as the Nord handed her the reigns of her horse at all he was no push-over, but for an Orc he had a sense of extreme kindness and gentlemanhood, off the battle-field atleast. He sauntered over, guiding both horses easily to the stable with another song, this time it was a Nordic War-Song about an Imperial 'Witch' from the Civil War. Almost as if a hint to the Nord woman who the Guildmaster was.

Lyra soon gave a gentle shooing gesture to the Wood-Elf as she noticed the two more recruits walked in. One was a Redguard, her dark skin tone, shaded hari, and golden hued eyes were dead give-away's she was hailed from the deserts of Hammerfell. The other was a Daughter of Skyrim, true and true. Platinum Blonde hair, Muscled but smooth arms, small scars here and there and more so, the armor. Kind of reminded her of one of her former leader's, Legate Rikke, who was now in fact General Rikke and head of Skyrim's Imperial Garrison and still her boss. But that was beside the point. She had to make sure this Nord knew she was not your average pencil-pushing Imperial. Or atleast she though she did. With these two she stood and held her hand out in a gesture, a firm, bold and confident display from Imperial to Nord, little did she know the Redguard was blind.

"Welcome to you ladies, what I may I do for you? Here to join?" The Imperial asked soon after and gave a nod, toward the Redguard's politeness. Honestly surprised, her expectations of their kind. (And most of the Man races in general.) Had dropped in the past few years due to war, schism, and political roundabouts. But he face sneered lightly as the Nord's bored expression though she quickly tried to fix that, hoping to not anger her in anyway. "I am Lyra Victus. Former Imperial Centurion and now head of the Watcher's Guild and Order here in Skyrim." Her voice was calm at best, with another subtle edge to it though, speaking on many levels at once had been a vocation of hers since schooling. The ability to convey multiple messages in one sentence was a talent she needed as a politician, and it had served her well in multiple occasions. The signals she was sending now were clear though, she was both trying to give off a welcoming aura and one of if-you-muck-with-me- you'll-regret-it. It was indeed, meant for both ladies, Redguards as a race were headstrong, and she assumed this one was the same without even knowing her personally, another clear indication of her minor intolerance for other races of man.

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The last zombies head rolled onto the ground just before the body dissapeared. The dunmer who had been unleashing Apprentice spells on his targets picked his Talos statue, putting it in his bag, and traveled upstairs to the west wing to clear out any potions he could find. When Dayolin reached the potion room he found that there was a significantly larger amount of magica potions than the others. He took five high quality potions and left to meet the guildmaster as she would most likely be expecting him soon.

Dayolin got back to the office where there were several others who seemed to be wanting recuitment. He looked around a bit dissapointed. The Khajiit seemed to be the only serious mage besides himself because she was the only one wearing a mage's robes. "So I see the guild will no doubt see some more members to join the cause." The elf said as he walked in the door way then leaning against a wall. "Though I wonder which of you can properly kill an Altmer patroll without the use of the arcane arts?"

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