by everywhere116 on Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:30 pm
The guards at the gate of Falkreath were bored out of their skulls. There was basically nothing to do. All they did was arrest petty thieves and break up drunken brawls. They all wished that, just once, there was a good bandit raid, just to break the boredom. Two guards were about to start their patrol around the city walls, complaining about being stuck with guard duty while their cousins were fighting dragons. They opened the gate to start their patrol, but right in front of them was a cloaked, mysterious figure, carrying a sack.
The guards stopped and looked at the cloaked figure. "What do you want, traveler?" one of the guards asked. The guard got no response. "What is it? Dragons?" Again, no response. The guards raised their swords and approached the figure, but he dropped the sack and took off into the woods at a speed the guards couldn't hope to match. The guards didn't even bother to chase him, but they were very interested in the sack. They spoke of what could be inside of it. "Hopefully, some mead." One of them suggested.
They knelt down and opened the sack. The guard picked up the item inside. It was just a hood, black with a yellow lining. The guard picked it up and felt something heavy inside it. He flipped it around and saw two giant golden eyes looking right back at him. The head was still inside.
"Mara's mercy," the guard said. "Inform the Jarl. He'll be very interested to see this."
ghostly
(Rulindil, Thalmor 1-shot Roleblocker) has been killed!
With 10 alive it takes 6 to lynch. Deadline Midnight June 16th-17th."Disease, suffering, hardship...that is what war is all about."-Captain Kirk, from "A Taste of Armageddon"
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