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Cold-Hearted Revenge (Open RP)


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"Lying on the ground
As battle rages on
Warm blood covers
The cold land of our fathers

Don't cry for me, my son
Because I'm not the only one
Where I go you can't follow
This journey I will make all alone

I've bled so many times for this land
But this wound will claim my life
Death commands me to give my hand"

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These were the last words written by Dromik's father, as he lay bleeding out in the midst of a battle. Hastily written a small piece of paper, Dromik found the note clasped in the hands of his father's cold body. His father had been with his group of hunter friends, all old soldiers, on a hunt in the woods of Cyrodiil, when they were taken unawares by a large group of bandits. As all old soldiers do, they fought to the end, using the bows and knives they had brought. Some of the bandits lay dead, but the entire hunting party was no more. Dromik's father had two arrows in his right shoulder and a large stab wound in his stomach.

This was the worst day of Dromik's life. His father was gone. The man who taught him to fight, to live and to survive was gone. The man who would stop at nothing to keep his family safe, gone.

"WHY! WHY HIM!?" he cried to the sky, kneeling over his father. If the gods had heard, they did not deem to answer.

He put the note in his pocket, and with tears in his eyes, carried his father's lifeless form the the pyre the other men and women were building. They had lost loved one too.

When the time came, they lit the pyre. An Imperial said a prayer to Akatosh for the men's souls. Dromik stood there until it was only embers on the forest floor. He started walking back home in a daze, to tell his mother the news. His sister Katrina, would not understand. She was only four.

Then he stopped. An explicit rage filled his mind. He was going to hunt down the bandits and destroy them. They would face the same fate at his father, but they would not be sent to Sovangarde like his father was. They deserved no such mercy.

But Dromik was not stupid. He could not take on an entire bandit gang alone. He needed aid. He change the direction he was walking and headed for the small town to the east. If he needed to find help, it would be at the inn there it would come. A party of six would do nicely. Himself, and five others. Yes...that would be perfect....He started to run.


Dromik sat at the inn, in a spot looking directly at the door. Now, all he had to do, was wait.






Note is lyrics of the song of Ensiferum song, "Last Breath."


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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A young Breton with a reddish cloak enters the inn with a hand on his swords hilt. He surveys the room before taking a spot in the corner. A barmaid comes up to his table.

"Can i get you anything sir?"
He puts some (Crap they are not called septims back then are they?) coins on the table.
"Some bread a room and to be left alone." He replies.


"Soldiers should look ahead to see there leader, not behind"
Brunhiik-Sos-Grohiik:Male Nord/werewolf Berserker.
Keiro Uthane: Male Breton Spellsword.
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Dromik notices the Breton sit down. He seemed like someone who can handle a fight. That was exactly what he was looking for.
Dromik motioned to the barmaid, someone he's known all his life.
"That Breton, tell him I need to talk to him. And if he refuses....well, make sure he doesn't. I'm not in the mood for an argument."
The barmaid nods, knowing Dromik is serious. She walks back over to the Breton with his food.


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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A Khajiit walks into the inn. He walks with a sense of mystery, an impending feeling given to everyone he passes. The Khajiit sits at a table near the corner of the room, takes out a book, and begins reading. A Dwarven sword is holstered to his left, and a black blade on his right.
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Dromik stood. This Khajiit seemed a bit more than the barmaid could handle. He walked to wear the Khajiit sat and stood there, studying the Khajiit. He wondered if he would speak first. Out of the corners of is eye, he saw the barmaid talking to the Breton.


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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Dromik would be able to see the barmaid placing his food on his table and begin to talk the breton while pointing to him(Dromik), The breton shakes his head no but she persists all the while he seems to be trying to shoo her away with hand motions. This continues until she says something that seems to grab his attention and he studies Dromik from across the room ,looks down at his table and nods yes.

The barmaid returns to Dromik and tells him that he wants to eat his bread before talking to you.
This post was last modified: April 27th 2013, 09:09 PM by Brunhiik-Sos-Grohiik


"Soldiers should look ahead to see there leader, not behind"
Brunhiik-Sos-Grohiik:Male Nord/werewolf Berserker.
Keiro Uthane: Male Breton Spellsword.
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(*cough DROMIK cough*)

Dromik nods as the barmaid whispers in his ear. He had other fish to fry. Or cats to candy.(???)
He keeps looking down at the Khajiit.


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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The Khajiit, still looking at his book, said: "I hope you will not stare at me all night long."
This post was last modified: April 29th 2013, 07:49 PM by ClickCrisis
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(What, no reaction to "cats to candy?")


Dromik pulled a chair up and sat next to the Khajiit.
"I'm assuming you can handle yourself, judging by the weapons you carry. Are you any good in a fight? And don't lie to me. I hate liars."


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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(Well, you said it in your head, you didn't say it...)
He looked up, and laughed. "Good in a fight? I could, at this very moment, cut your throat and have your body hidden before you or anyone else realized what was going on. I can also turn into a giant lion and maul you and everyone else in here with ease."


Dar'Rak: Khajiit assassin, son of the Mane, at your service. But not really.
Im-Kur: Argonian Nightblade, killer of men, caster of spells.
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"You could try. But you do seem able enough. Are you up for a bit of a....raid I guess you could call it. But not really. I just need you to kill people."


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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"Always up for a quest. Always good to cut some bandit throats." The Khajiit said, looking at his book again.


Dar'Rak: Khajiit assassin, son of the Mane, at your service. But not really.
Im-Kur: Argonian Nightblade, killer of men, caster of spells.
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"Good. Thoughn the first one we find I need to talk to. Then you can kill him, and all the rest except one. I''ll find him when we are their."
He glanced back to the Breton.
"I'll be back, don't move."


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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((Heh Candied cats... sounds yummy))

A second Khajiit entered the inn, but in quite a different manner then the first. For one she actuallg entered from the upstairs, having checked out her rented room and changed. The feline female hummed a cheery tune as she entered, the hood of her mages robes down to reveal the features beneath. Her dark fur was marked with the elegent creams the further rimmed her cheery gold eyes. Her maw was heavily scarred, the largest cutting down one side.

Her deep velvety robes were the color of night, adorned with violet trim. She walked barefoot with the edge of her robes lightly kissing the tops of her toes. A staff of simple nature sat in her hands, though it was more for show and disguise for the Dark sister. The length of twosted wood curling into a curious design only added to her cover as a mage, wheras her true talents lay in the shadows and blood.

Her pack, much like her robes, was dusty and dirty and charred in several places. Both items looked severly misused and abused by magic. Inside the hefty thing lay various items of use, as well as a shortsword and her dark brotherhood robes.

Today was a celebratory one for her. She had quite enjoyed her contract. It was a pity it was over nkw, she couldnt wait to see the reactions when the body was uncovered. Quite a work of art that one was. In a cheery mood she took a seat and gestured for the barmaid. "A boytle oof good mead, fair wench! This one is in a good mood yes!" She grinned in an almost eerie level of cheer, drawong her dagger to casually cut a slice of apple and eat it.


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The Khajiit stood up, then sat in a different seat at the same table. "Moved." He said, and looked at him. "I can get him with a sleeping poison, hmm? Send me in to do the dirty work, I'll give you his sleeping body, you pay me, and we can be on our way, hmm? Oh, and I am Dar'Rak."


Dar'Rak: Khajiit assassin, son of the Mane, at your service. But not really.
Im-Kur: Argonian Nightblade, killer of men, caster of spells.
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