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Oh joy

Name: Sativa Telvanni

Race: Dunmer

Age: ???

Born in the Early Third era she lived in morrowind during the time of the nerevarine, wherupon the destruction of the Tribunal she moved to cyrodiil. of course duty (as well as pure inquisitiveness) led her back to help close the oblivion gates opening in morrowind. she lived in morrowind for a time getting ever better at her crafting, alchemy and enchanting grew boring as she mastered them and she moved to smithing, something she destinctly enjoyed for being able to feel the raw physicality that her magical nature lacked. sometime in this time she became a vampire in her desire to forever keep learning. Upon the Eruption of Red mountain she moved, she considered solstheim however had heard her elder Neloth would already be there. loathe of the thought of being around another who was so arrogant, she moved to the mainland skyrim where she lived for several years until the return of the dragons. wanting to escape unrest, she found the castle volkihar on her way to High Rock. At first quite wary Harkon granted his gift to her taking away her Morrowind Vampire blood and replacing it with the blood of a Vampire Lord. __________________________________________________

Now this note says that I should kill someone right in the middle of town, wearing dawnguard armor Sativa thought to herself calmly... she felt ridiculous and hot wearing the armor, it just wasn't the same as her robes. she observed, so many people here in raven rock today... suppose its a good day for this... day... Gods damn the sun. she was suddenly quite aware of how tired she was, without her enchanted gear on her stamina wouldn't recover, nor her magicka, and worst of all her destruction spells would '''actually cost magicka. '''and thats just terrible. not to mention she was in one of her 'absolute least favorite places. '

Gods... Damn... the sun...

"blah blah black book, who's coming with me?"

Black Book?

Black book...!?

She had heard of the powerful artifact, like an echo in her mind, an image of the oghma infinum flew by... oh yes, she had once read that book, though that was 200 some years ago now... and that book, somehow she knew of this one. As with anything of power here on solstheim there was but one fear to her: Neloth showing up and getting it first

killing someone could wait, she quickly jumped behind a wall and changed into her robes, and enchanted Daedric Gauntlets and Boots. no one seemed to ever noticed how fast everyone in the world could change, growing up with such things simply made it normal.

"Hello!" She called out, her voice friendly enough, though as with all Telvanni her tone came off more commanding than friendly. "Did you mention looking for Black Books?" she asked quite casually to the young vampire. and as soon as Anthea looked up she would probably draw the same conclusion.

Sativa cast her eyes around toward everyone else, they were the only ones of their kind, strange for a vampire to travel with a group like this.... still it made no difference as long as they didn't grow hostile suddenly.

"I am Sativa, of the Great House Telvanni, hold your applause! I know you must be thrilled to have a Telvanni Wizard offer to assist you" her eyes darted around, though not toward the group of people, but as if checking for Neloth somewhere in the distance "shall we be on our way?" She smiled a genuine-though-slightly-too-big-for-her-face kind of smile.