Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20131206123650

Name: Cyredalf, male

Race: Altmer

Age: 132 years

Appearance: Rather pale Altmer skin, vibrant youthful yellow eyes, and long blonde hair in a high pony-tail.

Appereal: Glass armor without a helmet enchanted for additional magica. Because he has no helmet he freely wears his pony-tail.

Equiptment: Glass sword enchanted to absorb 15 points health and a glass dagger that does 25 points fire damage. A silver ring with a Thalmor seal imbedded in the top and a silver necklace unenchanted. Magica regain potions and a letter of Thalmor orders to purge Cyrodil of any enemies of Alinor. Some picks and food.

Occupation: Thalmor Special Units

Housing: White Gold Tower

Cyredalf got off the ship from Alinor and looked around. There sat a lowly Nord. He thought nothing of it, and had leissure time to spare so he sat next to him. The two struck up conversation about the First War with the Empire and the job of the Thalmor. Just as Cyredalf was going to take his leave, he noticed Wyatt's Amulate of talos. "Oh, so when you said you're in the Skyrim confilct, I didn't assume you were a fool." Cyredalf said. "I'm not a fool, I'm a son of Skyrim, and I'd die that way before seeing Talos banned from worship."

With this, Cyredalf pushed Wyatt back into the dark water. "Looks like we'll see if the simple-minded Nord can swim." Cyredalf decided he'd better spend his time learning the city instead of speaking to possible heretics. As Cyredalf walked off, Wyatt looked at the ring of waterbreathing he wore, and when he hit the bottom, found refuge in the wreck of a Thalmor ship and decided he'd cast deep sleep there, still beign able to breathe. (I realized using my own name over complicated what i wanted Wyatt to do, so I'm writing him out for now. Possibly the rest of the RP)