Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-10197675-20140912220124

Meanwhile…

The Altmer approached the gate hoping for approval to join the embassy; a mage was behind the metal bars of the quite sturdy entrance.

The mage spoke, authority rang through his voice, “What’s your business here?”

The mage also held a torch in his left hand that lit up his surrounding area, it also showed up the snow which fell quickly.

“I…I am here to join your… group…” Zalniltron stuttered, feeling slightly hesitant.

The Mage looked at the shaking Altmer, who was obviously cold; he almost pitied him, but that rare thought of sympathy was swiftly brushed aside.

“You are here to join our… group… we are no measly group of petty bandits brother, we are the Thalmor and we hope to restore order to these lands… we hope to cleanse these lands with our powerful touch, thus showing the might our race possesses, we are no group my friend we are an assemblage of some of the most ingenious minds in Tamreil.”

Zalniltron looked at the Mage almost ashamed.

“…So can I join…”

The mage looked at the Altmer evaluating his potential.

“Well that is not really for me to decide boy, for that decision is for the First Emissary of the Thalmor… Elenwen and her other kin, but…” The mage looked at the scrawny Altmer knowing Elenwen would only want avoidance of the Mer, thus he fabricated a wicked scheme, in which he would use Zalniltron for his own purposes.

“I think I can conjure a job for you…”

“What?”

“I need you to take care of someone… a worshiper of the false divine Talos… a Nord.”

Sounding interested Zalniltron started to listen to the mage, as he told him who he needed to kill.

The Mage spoke hastily after revealing his target. “Now go, act fast and try to remain vigilant.”

<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Zalniltron then quickly set of back down the Mountain side heading south into Skyrim...