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[taloswatchoveryou]

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"What brings a stranger such as yourself to the Palace at this hour of day? If you have questions, you best return tomorrow. If it's mead you seek, the Candlehearth Hall isn't too far behind you."

[spellsword-archer]

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The Khajiit eyed the stranger in the doorway up and down with a wary sort of scrutiny. His sense of stylings was.....not in line with hers, but she made no coin with tactless judgements. The gods couldn’t possibly bless everyone with good fashion sense, now could they?

“If you came looking for my husbands, I am afraid you missed them by three days.” Chiranji tilted her head, and then nodded sharply towards the warmer foyer with a light rattle of jewelry. “But this one’s whiskers are freezing just looking at you, so don’t just stand there, stranger.” The short Khajiit stepped back and pushed the heavy door open a little bit more invitingly.

“Come inside where the fire waits.”

[meermxn]

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“Who are you?! Let me out of here! Do you know who I am?!” Kaziel hissed and showed his fangs, his purple eyes were full of fury. He had no clue that he was dealing with the Daedric Prince of Madness.

[wyrmofthrace]

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The dawn came silent over the horizon-long shadows cast by the Velothi mountains beyond. Within a crag, sheltered by the far-off peaks, something stirred.

     A soft breath filled stone confines, followed by the softer rustle of scales against rock. Flames crackled gently below, for on a bed of molten coals did the beast rest. A quick check-gentle was not oft a word used in relation to the Dov, but in this case it proved true. Soft were her motions, a tender snout pushing aside coal to view obsidian orbs beneath.

Still there. 

     All was well in the world, for the moment. Another breath, && Vermithrax, the Brood Mother, settled in to rest. She hadn’t any business that needed tending, nor would she for weeks to come. Now, she could only do as her Father willed; tend to that which would bring a new era to Mundus. 

     The peace, however, was soon shattered. A noise-no, not a noise. More a feeling, perhaps. A presence that seemed to exude itself upon her lair, apparating out of nothing. Vicious did her snarl come; a thick, venomous noise-eyes of fire alighting upon the spot where now nothing seemed to stand. Smoke plumed from flaring nostrils, a thick voice rolling forth. 

                                    “ Koraavvomindok hinl, volaan--zu’u fen ofan hi aazsedinok! ”