Laird Wingate
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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.
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.