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Introducing Farothrin.

A cloaked Bosmer sat at the wall of Firsthold with a bottle of Mead in one hand and an Ebony Glaive in the other. He'd heard that strange things were happening in Tamriel- apparently sheogorath had nearly taken over Elseweyr and that A pair of powerful vampires had subjugated whiterun. Not that he cared. What was interesting was one of the vampires' names; Amarthdáe seemed to ring a bell...

The Bosmer was torn from thought when he saw a black-cloaked figure approach him. "Farothrin!" The figure said as he lowered his hood, revealing a sharp face with black tattoos and red eyes.

"Now I remember! It's been too long, old friend. What brings you back to summerset?"

"Ah, always the suspicious one. If you must know, I am seeking to use my newfound godhood to bend the Thalmor to my will."

"ah, but we shall  leave that till later, eh?" Farothrin said and spread his arms. The pair embraced, and Amarthdáe withdrew knowing that Farothrin would obey him.....