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[akaatosh]

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‘You dare to speak to me? After the crimes that you have committed?’ 

[aldmeriopinion-blog]

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Dear me,

What are you doing? When I see you, I keep seeing humans. Why are you in a place full of humans? Did they steal you away?

You have to run while they’re not looking. If father and mother notice you’re gone, they’re going to be upset.

From Lilinan.

[crownedwithashes]

{A Ghoulish Arrangement}

Rowan’s eyes scanned over the bit of parchment for what must have been the third time since his arrival to the requested location that had been jotted down for him. The tomb was a strange choice for a meeting place, unless the sender was of a rather undead variety. In the pale moonlight, he could make out the instructions that had been scribed, and he knew he had come to the correct spot.

Days earlier, a female of his brood had approached him in Castle Volkihar and presented him with the curious note, which he’d opened to read without delay. It was not unusual for people to ask of his presence regarding situations that pertained to the desired slaughter of vampires, but in the stranger’s letter, there had been not a clue as to what was needed of him. Still, he came, and came warily, for he hadn’t the knowledge of what would await him, only the promise of death should he let his guard fail.

Leaning his body back against one of the large, protruding Nordic stones that rose from the ground around the barrow, he waited for the other’s arrival. He allowed his heightened senses to meld with all the nocturnal splendor that sang around him, and took pleasure in all the magnificence of every scent and sound the night had to offer.

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“... You smell like you’ve been rollling around in Draugr guts. What in Oblivion have you been doing?”

[taste-for-trouble]

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It was another cold day in the rather sad excuse town of Winterhold, it began as another day of being stiff from studying, staying in the same position hours on end throughout the night. The falmer had no need to leave the grounds or even get up from her desk, but when she saw that sunlight seeped into her study, she realized it had been another night she forgot to sleep.

She decided it would be healthy to go for a walk to stretch herself out, so she did.

Renara noticed that the students seem to have been whispering more then usual about a stranger that had been hanging around the town more specifically the college, and the teachers whispered about why the stranger was lingering, the pale mage was confused, soon finding out that the stranger had been speaking about a certain amulet or information on it.

Most of the students didn’t seem to understand why the Amulet was important while many of the teachers did, which created worry. Renara found this rather amusing, nobody knew the location of the Amulet, if anything it was near forgotten by everybody... except for some other necromancers. Maybe.

Curiosity tugged at the Falmers mind, who was this stranger? Was there a reason why he wanted the amulet? She doubted that these answers would come to her easily... Unless.

A smirk threatened to reveal itself on Renaras lips.

She found some rather rare books that held more then the common information on the legendary amulet, she left the college grounds, she was told that the stranger looked odd but she didn’t pry too much, not wanting to give any hints

She had to think but someone who sticks out would probably not want to be near the people or guards of Winterhold, so she searched around some ruined homes that was by the cliff, it was both secluded yet near the college.

She didn’t know what she would find, it only made her curiosity grow.