Open The Game is Afoot

[Laird Wingate]

Welcome to the hunt. The master villain you are about to meet is the man you must either kill…or join. Our story begins in the Bannered Mare in Whiterun. Adventurers of all races gather to drink and chat. The Stormcloak sympathizer, Laird Wingate, has just convened a meeting in a private room. This is the man our story is focused on.

Laird Wingate’s servant opened the door to their private room and called for silence in the bar. Striding out into the center of the room, Laird Wingate’s imposing figure towered over most of the bars tenants. “Honor, Strength, Courage. All of the virtues a true Nord prizes. None of the virtues which this sorry group of sellswords possess. You mercenaries travel to and fro, never laying down ties and taking on responsibility. Instead, you suck the hard-earned gold of my people into your greedy money-grubbing palms. Privateers! A war for the soul of my country is being waged and you only see a weakened state, ripened for exploitation!” The Laird’s face turned crimson red with fury as he verbally stabbed at the crowd. While he was talking, Laird Wingate had artfully moved himself to the door and his servant had positioned himself in the center of the room. “I assure you the day of reckoning will soon come for bastards such as you. Why not let that day be this one?” With a swirl of his cloak the Laird pushed the doors open and strode forth from the Bannered Mare. His servant however stayed behind…

The servant was a Breton wearing a black cloak. He removed his heavy cloak to reveal his body covered in thousands of tattoos and markings. His eyes had a disconcerting effect, seeming to look a thousand directions at once. All the patrons of the bar now had their eyes on his, and his eyes seemed to look back at all of them. Now under the hypnotic effect his eyes created, the patrons of the bar were frozen and captivated with him. The Breton brought his hands together and magical energy began pulsating towards the center of his chest. His skin began to ripple as if the blood in his body was flowing towards the center of his chest. The ripples got bigger and wider, gashes began forming all over his body. Blood poured from his nostrils, his ears, and his tear ducts. His teeth were clenched to hold back the scream as long as he physically could. An aura of heat flowed forth from him, searing the rest of his flesh from his body and at last with a cry the Breton let forth a scream. A massive pyretic explosion incinerated the bar, sending chunks of timber flying across Whiterun. The human bomb had ignited himself, destroying the Bannered Mare and eviscerating many of the bar’s tenants.

Guard from all over Whiterun rushed to the bar, marveling at the carnage. They failed to notice Laird Wingate leaving the city after consuming an invisibility potion. Another detail they overlooked was the unguarded cells of Dragonreach, abandoned in the chaos due to the lone old drunkard held within.

*Author’s note- I hope you’ve enjoyed the beginning of my villain’s schemes. I assure you that there is much more to his plan then the simple destruction of a bar and it’s patrons. If you attempt to leave the city by the gates you will be stopped by guards. Apart from that, the world is completely open and free of restraints. Good luck in thwarting the Laird’s plans.

 

[Shew]

revised over all RP rules please read: Rules and Rules Discussion for Public RP areas

 

[BeepBeepImaJeep]

Ill join.... Is there a character sheet or what?

 

[Jamirus]

The next day the whiterun guards were investigating. After asking almost the entire town one nord woman showed up named Brenlya Half-moon and she was an adventurer and she used swords and a bow. She claims to have seen a Stormcloak matching the description of Laird Wingate. Apparently he was near Rorikstead when she saw him. The guards said they would pay 10,000 gold coins for whoever could solve this mystery. Brenlya decided to help out and she accepted Jarl balgruuf's orders to bring him back to whiterun. Brenlya decided to leave for Rorikstead the very next day.

She was using her horse "Longstride" to get to Rorikstead. Once there Brenlya decied to ask the locals did they see a stormcloak soldier pass by. As a matter of fact Laird was staying at the Inn! Brenlya went inside and saw Laird sitting at the counter. She took it smoothly and sat beside him. Ordering a drink. She ocassinaly looked at Laird to make sure and when she was certain that it was Laird she reached out to grab him. Laird dived backwards and pulled out two small daedric daggers. He jumped on Brenlya and threw her over the counter. The rest of the people in the bar stood up and formed a crowd shouting "Fight!" They thought it was a simple brawl. Laird fled out the door and as Brenlya sprinted outside Laird was gone. She looked down the road to see if he had gone either way. She checked behind all the buildings and in all the buildings. Laird was gone and there was nothing pointing to where he went. Brenlya swallowed her pride and went back to the inn. Everybody was asking who she was and why did she chase Laird. She just said it's was official buisness.

After renting a room for the night she slept not one wink thinking about Laird, while deep in her thoughts she didn't hear the explosion in the distance. As the morning came she woke to find the Inn empty and as she left the building of a loving couple blown to bits. The towns guards were gathered there. The couple were dead and in the middle of the wreckage was nothing but a note saying. "A loving couple have been found dead. If you want to catch me you must get to the head. He commands his army and battles the enemy and soon he shall be make it three." She knew that this was some kind of riddle but all she got from it was, make it three meant make the third explosion.