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I limp into Morthal ready to just lay down on the ground and die. But there is money to be had and money is one of the greatest motivators of all. Walking into the Moorside Inn I can see my employer enjoying a bottle of mead. I approach him and he looks surprised to see me. "Why hello my friend"...
Galmar stops his assault only to take a breath. I lower my shield, my body sore and bloodied after taking the brunt of his attacks. He smiles and straightens up, "well I can see that your in no condition to continue battle. Will you be so kind to surrender now?". I lean on a pillar, "I'd rather...
Lol Simus I so confuse o_O
Send me a link to where I need to post my CC, and PLEASE (no offense) make it clear if I'm in or not :P. Sorry I messed up though I'm still new.
Drebin wiped the blood from his face. Sheathing his sword, he nudged Galmar's body with his toe. Galmar groaned and started to crawl to his axe, blood dripping from the gaping wound in his thigh. Drebin picked it up and threw it across the room. "Good your not dead" Drebin began, "that means you...
Name: Drebin "Storm-Blade"
Race: Nord
Class: Dwemer Scholar, Adventurer, Sellsword
Gender: Male
Looks: Brown hair cut down short. Deep blue eyes, thin mouth but a long chin. Dirt from battles, scar running from the bottom of his left eye to his cheek. Heavy build and tan skin
Personality...
Name: Drebin "Storm-Blade"
Race: Nord
Class: Dwemer Scholar, Adventurer, Sellsword
Gender: Male
Looks: Brown hair cut down short. Deep blue eyes, thin mouth but a long chin. Dirt from battles, scar running from the bottom of his left eye to his cheek. Heavy build and tan skin
Personality...
Drebin rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his attempts to stretch out were blocked by the coffin. Panicking he kicked out the cover like the so many Draugr did before they fell to his blade. Checking that the Jagged Crown was still in his pack and the Deathlord he was hiding from was gone, he drew...