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Banned
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Rules:
1. Use decent grammar, but you don't have to be perfect
2. Do not control other Role-Players
3. Do not be overpowered.
STORY
The Crudele Sette once kept everything in check in Valenwood. They were a group of swift swordsmen and deadly archers, and hardly anybody knew about them. They had ties everywhere, in the government, the Empire, and even the Thalmor. Every problem they stopped, they did it quick and clean, even before it proved a threat. When the Great War erupted and the Thalmor invaded, they overthrew the government. Not even the Crudele Sette could stop them. Someone had betrayed the Crudele, and told the Thalmor who they were. The Crudele ended up like the Blades; shattered. Olaf, possibly the only Ranger alive, fled to Cyrodiil where he lived until the Great War was over. Once the White Gold Concordat was signed, Olaf was enraged the Empire would give into the Thalmor. He fled to Skyrim where he started looking for more people to recruit into the Crudele and get revenge on the Thalmor.
Here goes nothing!
The sun was setting as Olaf crept through the pine woods near Falkreath. He heard that a Thalmor patrol was coming through to spy on the city. He ducked down in the shrubs on the side of the road and readied his bow. He heard the footsteps of Elven Boots on the cobblestone path. It was the Thalmor! Three of them, armed with swords and they no doubt had a good knowledge of magic. They were in single file formation, the leader in black robes. Olaf aimed and sent a glass arrow into the air, as it reach such heights it swirled down in elegance down into the heart of the leader. He dropped dead, and his followers were shocked. Olaf took out his axes and lunged out of the bushes, and hacked at the first elve's throat watching as the blade of the axe rip open his throat seeing the blood drench itself upon his axe, drops of blood fell unto the sending him to the grave. He kneed the second elf in the gut, and threw him on the ground. Olaf crushed the Thalmor agent's helmet with his boot and killed the elf inside, he stop for a moment to see the blood curling it way down from his eyes, he'd kneel down to place his palm over both their eyes as his index and pinkie press down upon their eye lids to close them, He than started to drag the bodies into the woods when he heard more footsteps down the road.....
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