Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1716423-20140218183324/@comment-29559990-20140220201802

Rosgo took a sip from his tankard and sat there in the tavern, watching the Redguard adults talk and joke and have a good time. The Redguard children played and danced. Such a happy scene for a time of war.

Rosgo was a Hired Mercenary. He took contracts, and killed the targets. No questions, No concerns, but a lot of gold. Rosgo became a very wealthy man from his contracts. Usually, the contract was for bandits or animals, but he had never had a contract such as this one. He had to kill the High King of Hammerfell.

The contractor was the Aldmeri Dominion. They promised him an "amount of gold beyond his wildest dreams" and a nice mansion in Summerset Isles, with protection from the Dominion for life!

This was a completely differet game. Rosgo usually just walks in and slaughters the contract. But for this oe, Rosgo had to be smart, careful, and above all else... unseen.

Of course, that is IF he has to. The Dominion said they would send a courier to him when the "time was right." That was almost 3 months ago. He's been stuck in the divine-Forsaken land ever since. But, today, a Khajiit came I the tavern, wet up to Rosgo, and handed him a letter. "Don't muck this up." Was all he said. The Khajiit Immediately left.

The note told Rosgo that the High King of Hammerfell was visiting the City of Rihad, and that he "knew what to do."

"Its about damn time." Rosgo said. He left the tavern ad began his trek towards Rihad.

(Blessed, is this better?)