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2E 856, In the Blackwood territory.

The Slayers had finished the Night of the Marked, lasting three days the Slayers killed fifty three vampires and sixteen werewolves. They had their fun and were now heading back to their sections to carry out their orders to kill the threats to the civilians who occupied their area of operations. There was great structure in their movement each following their Hall Keeper and the recuits followed their mentors.

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Hall Keeper Deltrix was the closest to his section of the Cyrodiilic strongholds. He was accompanied by thirteen of his Slayers and his newest student. His hall was atributed with thirteen kills which was a new record for the members of Mergine. The Journey to the hall was short but filled with laughter and the smearing of blood kept in wineskins across some of the members faces as a practical joke. The stronghold's walls were stone and not different from any other of the forts in the area though there was a distinct lack of guards. Four troops armed with bows and a short sword on their hips. As the group entered the walls many of the member split off towards their quarters. Deltrix entered the main room of Mergine where the thick oak table spread almost one side of the room to the other with four large benches on either side of the table where fifteen members sat with the insignia of the Slayer rank. They ate a simple meal while their comrades would be training in the largest room of the stronghold. Deltrix walked up the stairs on the right side of the room towards the library which was contained in the tower of the Stronghold. It was decorated with the halls banner baring a wolf's head marked with claw marks over the eye on a green banner. He picked up a book as thick as an Orc's shield and carried it over to the studying table where he laid it down for some students. He had taken in his newest apprentice and was eager to see what the boy was capable of doing.

"Xandr, meet me in th training room in an hour we are going to see what you got in you."

Deltrix went to his room and strapped his long sword to his belt on the right side and a long dagger on his back with it's hilt pointing to his left hip. He went to the training room and chained a blooded vampire to the wall, With some help from one of his Eldest members. The room featured a large circular leather mat in the middle of the room with twelve weapon racks full of various weapons as well various armor stands featuring the Leather mail the Slayers generally wore into battle. Six dummies were lined up to the far side of the training room and a jail door which was connected to the holding area for the live training. Deltrix intended to see how well the boy would do in a real combat situation. He stationed two guards on either side of the mat before returning to the vampire.

"You are going to fight the boy when he comes in. If you hold back or try and escape you will be eliminated. If you comply you'll receive some blood to feed that nagging thirst you have."

Deltrix chuckled to himself as he walked away from the chained beast.


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His Fingerless gloves were in his line of sight as he adjusted its grip. His eyes admired his own creation, while his mind was set on the task at hand. Xandr looked over to his mentor with a subtle smirk on his face, exposing his teeth. No words were given to him, just a simple nod. He equipped his bow in his hand staring at it. Show him what you got? Xandr said leaving the smile on his face. Preparation was needed to get himself ready. Stretching, Warming up, and even hydration. All this to attack whatever was ahead.

" You ready big guy?" He said adjusting his grip on his weapon.

Xandr paced back and forth awaiting the chained vampire's release. His heart rate increased once he heard the shackles of the creature. It's eyes were lifeless as his mouth was intimidating. Luckily, Intimidation wasn't on the Breton's mind. Hardly anything was. He gripped his black bow, flinging his arms for his last quick stretch.

"Xandr, here you go...It's time." he mumbled to himself as the gates opened.

A test, what it was. A test to see if he can survive. Something he has practiced his whole life. The chuckles of the vampire caused Xandr's smile to fade. The fun and games were over, and the vampire pounced at Xandr. Its speed was immaculate, surpassing his own. Now it was a test for his wits. The blooded creature reached the breton with his claws, clawing his arm. Distance was needed towards, the two. Xandr's right eye closed as he groaned. With restraint Xandr held off the Vampire, as it bit his arm. His left arm, was placed on the Vampire's head casting a fire spell towards the vampire. Once the vampire retreasted , an arrow was knocked in his bow. As he realized his right arm was shaking. The pain of his hand eased, as his breathing slowed. Easy now... He said opening his eyes.

The vampire slowed its place as the arrow hit him in it's torso. Another fire spell caused the vampire to feel pain. As it charged at Xander again casting its own spell. The Xandr knelt down, in pain as the vampire continued. All he heard was the chuckles of the undead ahead. Was it winning? A smirk emerged from Xandr's face, as he swiftly unsheathed his shortsword, swinging it at the vampire's neck. Xandr's eyes fluttered as he knelt down. Seconds later he got up looking at the guards.

"Preparation was needed." he said smirking.

He raised arms, showing the wound closing. Preparation was needed. It seemed alchemy helped the breton out. Since the pain, and risk of turning decreased.

His legs guided him to the guards, while he lifted the vampire's head. . While the bow was still in his hands. The breton stood ready. Waiting for further instruction, or even a surprise. Never get too cocky.... I can't He thought as his smile faded.

"You... want me to clean the mess?" He said with a smirk on his face.

His breathing was heavy as he stood at attention. Afterall, Kneeling down again, could show signs of weakness, and that was something Xandr didn't plan on showing.
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Deltrix stood stern and looked to the boy who was in deep pain but proud of the kill he almost didn't get.

"You have done well Xandr, with time you will become better. There will be much more practice in the training room for you know. Go clean yourself up."

Deltrix enjoyed the boys enthusiasm but did not want to show any sign of pride so his voice and face did not shift or stray from normal. He looked to the guards who picked up the head of the vampire and handed it to Xandr and carried the rest away to dispose of in the catacombs. A Slayers first kill was sacred and a sign that the new blood would soon be allowed to hunt with his fellow Slayers. Deltrix turned and walked from the room what mess was left on the mat was not uncommon and generally never cleaned, his right arm tucked into his front pocket in his leathermail armor while his left swung freely. He left the training room and went to the dinning room where it was now filled with Slayers eating their fill and telling of the hunt they took part in. Deltrix kept away from these types of conversation amongst his fellow hunters though he was quite interested. He thought of what he could teach the boy tomorrow perhaps the art of deflecting a more powerful creature to prone and kill it.

Deltrix stood up and climbed on top of the table holding up his good arm to call for silence.

"Brother! Sister! I call for your attention! For today has brought about a great celebration for our kinsmen have surpassed the greatest this hall has ever seen and tomorrow night I will be taking six of our most promising Slayers to hunt the foulest of wolf packs. They have slaughter the residents of our district for to long and THIS SHALL BE OUR EXAMPLE!!!!"

The mass of dinning Slayers broke out into a cheer each trying to be the loudest. Deltrix hopped off the table and took the rest of his meal into his quarters which were modest enough though most quarters were a few beds and personal items of the inhabitants. He looked over to admire his first kill which seemed so long ago. A rarity in these parts a were-bear he had cut down in it's prime he smiled with the decapitated head of the bear on his mantle above his headboard.


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Xandr nodded in acknowledgement. It was his first time killing a vampire, and his first time killing the undead. Perhaps this was something he was going to treasure? As the guard walked up to him and gave them the head of the Vampire, Xandr lifted the head as a smirk grew on his face. A few claps was heard by one guard as the other whelped a quick cry for the lad. It was a quiet applause, but one that kept the breton's morality high. A few hours of training, and the last battle he had with the vampire took a toll on his hygiene. Bathing was something the young breton was looking forward to. It took him a bit to find the private bathing area the Slayer's provided. But once he found the room, a smirk grew on his face.

"Hmm... Cleaner then I thought." Xandr mumbled to himself.

The wash was simple for him and nothing came from the bretons voice until his hair got in his way a few times. Once he finished, his eyes squinted as he searched for his armor. The bare breton had hard time finding his clothes, and had a hard time remembering where he brought them. Where in Oblivion is my stuff...? A quick shrug of the shoulders caused the breton to give up for his search. Instead, he reached for his spare knapsack he hid from public eyes, grabbing his spare clothes. Xandr left the bathing area, he saw two slayer initiates across from him. A young nord, and Imperial. Chuckles came from the two initiates, while one tapped his fingers on his own arms.

"Oh, Look. The new blood found himself a spare change of clothes." The young nord said with slight disappointment. His heavy nordic accent caused Xandr to chuckle under his breath.

"Oh, My apologies... would you prefer me to go nude?" Xandr said while slowly pulling his pants down.

"Oh, No, no!" The two said, while the imperial tossed Xandr his armor back.

"Welcome aboard New...Blood." The Imperial said with a prestigious smirk on his face.

The two laughed as they left to the Dining hall. Bastards Xandr thought with a smirk on his face. Xandr let out a subtle yawn, before grabbing his armor from the floor. Xandr raised an eyebrow, since the Slayer's stronghold wasn't a small area.

"Hey wait! Are you guys going to the dining hall?" Xandr said running towards the two. The two beckoned Xandr to follow as they all headed towards the dining hall.


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Torll K'alet saw three initiates walking towards him. One an Imperial, one a Nord, and one a Breton. The Breton was the one who had just killed his first vampire. It was not the best fight, Torll thought to himself. He got lucky, a bow was not the best weapon to use in that situation. If he was going to use a bow, it should have had some metal spikes or something at the ends, that way the bow could be more effective in close-quarters combat. I should probably see if I can get those on mine... I hate using my bow as a club, it just doesn't work out and can damage the bow. That is never good, but especially not in a battle.

Torll stepped out from behind the corner that he had been leaning against. The initiates stopped in front of him, the Imperial looking nervously at his whip. Torll was not the best known amongst the initiates, due to almost constantly being on missions lately. Torll did know them however. "Junius," Torll said to the Imperial. "Arne," to the Nord. "Who are you?" Junius asked. Torll ignored the question. "Xandr," Torll said to the Breton. "When you are done eating, come find me. I would like to talk to you." Torll then moved aside so the initiates could walk by him. "Don't take to long Xandr, and come alone."

Torll finished and stepped back behind the corner and started to walk to his private quarters in the stronghold, near the back. He might not always show it, but he really did care about the Slayers and their mission, and he had some advice for Xandr. Once he got into his quarters, Torll realized he had to give a report to the leader of the Slayers in this stronghold, Deltrix Fein, a Nord that was 435 years old. Deltrix was also the mentor of the Breton, Xandr. Torll knocked on the door to Deltrix's private quarters and waited.
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Yrsa sat reletively alone in the dining hall, she had managed to find a fairly unpopulated area of the dining hall and had chosen there to sit. To the outside eye she may well have appeared to be a harmless priest dressed in red robes, far from that was the truth, as was inted somewhat by the mace at her hip and the heavy armour she wore. On the table infront of her was a somewhat large glass bottle of water, as to be expected most of it had already been drunk by the Nord, and the small amount that still lasted would soon joined that majority. Her right hand was on her temple, and a rather firece headache was assaling her...well, head, making the already firey tempered Nord even worse.

Looking over at the enterance to the dining hall dhr noted that two people were entering. As evenident by their facial features, ine was an Imperial and the other was a Nord, like herself. Sighing fairly loudly, she took another sip of her drink and hoped that the headache would leave as swiftly as it had appeared. Wait, what am I even doing?! She thought, angered with herself that she had forgotten the potions in her satchel, there were three of them, each brewed to stave off illness and help cure afflictions that a being may possess. Lifting said satchel onto her knee she opened the small hide bag and drew out one of the potions. Setting the satchel down she uncorked the deep maroon red bottle and drank the entire thing, its contents was compareable to a small glass of water, which made such a task as easy as could be. Looking at the now empty bottle, she had an impulsive urge to smash the glass, but supressed the desire, smashing it would only cost gold. The potion took a few more seconds to take affect, but when it did Yrsa could feel the pain in her head leaving, it was relief beyon words, since she loathed headaches of all kinds.

Turning to look at the two whom were entering the dining hall, she stood up with a subtle 'clank' of her thick steel plate armour, and asked the pair, "Need any help? You seem rather...lost." Deep down she hoped that she didn't scare the two, her imposing height and seeming bulkiness from her armour often made her look somewhat scary up closs. Though it was nulified by her somewhat soft tone, that was stil laced with a slight Nordic accent, despite her years here and away from the frozen lands Skyrim. By the look of the pair, they seemed somewhat lost, though that could just be her assuming that.


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Xandr slowed his pace, when he saw the redguard stand in front of him. Scars filled his body, while his average, athletic build showed his experience. The young breton stood at attention in front of the slayer, waiting for him to talk. The other two already left for lunch, while Xandr waited. What does he want...? The redguard moved from his original spot and Xandr kept a straight face. A subtle nod came from the breton as he ventured forth.

The look on the imperial's face showed irritation as he opened his mouth. "Listen...Madam.. I bel-" Arne the blonde hair nord elbowed his companion in the gut. "We just came to here eat a meal. Our bellies our empty right now..." The nord said, while he gave a subtle bow.

"I am Arne of Falkreath. Glad to see another nord, around here... Seems like some of Imperials are hotheaded now these days." He said knuckling the Imperial's skull.

Junius eyed Arne before turning around. "Hey look the new blood is still alive! Thought the damn redguard was going to whip you to-" Arne elbowed Junius again. "Dammit Arne!"

Xandr chuckled " Nah, he didn't... Now let's eat..." he said.

Xandr shifted his eyes towards the tall nord. Her presence was welcoming, even with all the heavy armor she was wearing. I thought slayers wore chainmail? The smirk on his face never left as he introduced himself. "Xandr of Daggerfall, or Jehenna... whichever you prefer." He said bowing to the Nord. "Do you mind if we sit with you? I see that this area is unoccupied... unless you attend it to be so?" He said with a subtle raised eyebrow.
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Deltrix heard a knock at his door and while he was still fairly annoyed by the interruption he answered the door in his robes he wore to before bed.

"Yes who is it?"

He opened the steel reinforced door and sighed.

"Yes Torll, What do you need?"

Deltrix still had his long dagger strapped to his back and his bracer rested on his table. He did not expect anything to be brave enough to attack the Slayers but it never hurt to be ready just in case. He looked at the Redguard would have to report to him this time. He was familiar with his work and had was planning on bringing him tomorrow but was quite annoyed with his lack of timing to report his news.

"Come in and sit we can talk in private."

Deltrix closed to thick door behind him and Torll and pulled a simple wooden chair out for his guest sitting on his own from which he studied, he returned to his meal and waited for Torll to speak.
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Edwyn had been travelling for three days and three nights now, trudging through the vastness of the heartland. Cyrodiil. The Breton had never really enjoyed the home of the imperials, despite it being not unlike his homeland. The worst part of it was the inhabitants themselves, always walking around with their false sense of entitlement... As if their once great empire hadn't been crumbling and succumbing to age, degradation and as some would say: darker forces. Despite the rolling, monotonous hills and insufferable population Edwyn still found a certain beauty to the land. However this beauty stopped almost instantaneously once he reached blackwood. The vast swampland stretched on for miles, filled with death, disease and shady characters. Blackwood was just a little taster before the banquet of Blackmarsh, truly the worse place in Tamriel holding all manners of pestilence, beasts and unholy monsters such as the Whet-Fang vampire clan which is notoriously twisted and mysterious. Nevertheless, after three days of almost constant travelling Edwyn had finally made it to the Slayers' Stronghold to which he was summoned to join their enigmatic ranks.

Edwyn was greeted by the guards, well, if you could holding him up at blade point a greeting. The Breton simply held up his letter of invitation and from then on, no words were exchanged. Only the phrase "Go to the dining hall" which was said brusquely by huge nord woman with scars all over her face, bearing an imposing axe and an even more intimidating tone. Edwyn looked down at himself and chuckled, brushing off what mud and foliage he could before entering the stronghold. On his back was slung his personally made long bow made of a fine yew tree, on his hip hung a leather quiver made from werewolf hide and on his back was his large pack filled with everything he needed on his travels and hunts of animal and more sentient beings alike. Edwyn kept his blackish grey hood up, hiding his brutally scared face and his robe flowed down to his muck covered knees. The Breton wandered around the hallways' many twists and turns before he entered the room which seemed to have the highest concentration of people in it. To think, each and everyone of the hall's inhabitants were merciless killers, the thought brought a smile to Edwyn's face. Strolling over to a more uninhabited part of the room, apart from a few nords and an imperial he sat down and rested. His long journey was now over. Albeit his rest would have to end soon as he'd need to announce his arrival to whoever was in charge, but until then he sat silently and rested.


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Torll walked into Deltrix's chambers and bowed his head then walked over to the wooden chair that Deltrix had pulled out for him to sit on. "I was sorry to miss the Night of the Marked," he started out. "The mission I was sent on though was beneficial to say the least. I found the headquarters of a werewolf pack, that is growing in strength. I would love to take a group of Slayers there to clean up the place. Right now there is only ten of them, but they gained three members in a two week period. Their stronghold is also in an old fort, near a crossroads of four roads, so it is a pretty important spot. I also saw a bandit chief go in, and then come back out a few hours later. I am hoping that he was not bitten, but he might have been. My worst fear, concerning this situation though, is that the Alpha Wolf is planning to bite all of the bandits, and add them to his pack. They are about a two and a half days ride to the north, so they need to be taken care of very soon. If you allow me to lead this mission, I would like about fifteen Slayers and one or two of the initiates, due to how close they are to our stronghold, how quickly they have grown in size, the bandits near by, and the possibility of the bandits being bitten." Torll decided that was enough of talk about his mission from him, but there were other topics to discuss.

Torll decided upon a topic, mentors and those in need of them. "So, you are a mentor again, correct? Whats that like? I have never been a mentor, and I am not so sure if that is a good thing or bad thing. Isn't there a person that was invited to join us, that should be arriving soon? Or am I mistaken?"


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Deltrix whipped his mouth and turned to face Torll. His face was nonchalant in an eerily casual manner.

"I will send a message to the Council they will send one of the Shadow Heart in the area to deal with the threat. I assure you this will be taken care of but on the topic of mentoring an apprentice I can say much. As you become a mentor you will become a father, your apprentice is your child. You must guide them towards our goals and make sure they will bring honor to our name. I was the first mentor after Gilmn's founding of the guild, he taught me and in return I teach the next generations while he leads the Slayers back in High Rock. It is a trade you see, you gift the student your knowledge and they gift you with the joy of producing another hunter."

Deltrix was interested in the topic of mentoring and was glad Torll wanted to learn more. Most Slayers loathed the task of Mentorship as they were taken away from their regular duties but Deltrix enjoyed it very much. He had lived more than three hundred years as a hall keeper and mentor teaching the newest Slayers.

"Some day you will see that being a mentor is not a curse. Now what was this about a new blood.... Ah yes arriving soon. I'll leave you with your thoughts Torll I assume you will be coming with us tomorrow?"

It was a rhetorical question and followed by Deltrix exiting his room leaving the door wide open for Torll to leave when he was ready. He went downstairs to wait for the new recruit but found them waiting in the dinning hall. Deltrix approached the new blood and smiled.

"I am Deltrix Fein Hall Keeper here, Welcome to the home of the Blackwood Slayers. Who might you be?"


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Yrsa raised an eyebrow at the rather agressive Imperial, had there been less of her fellow slayters around she would have called him a rather rude name. It perhaps didn't help his case that she was a lot taller and fairly better armoured than he. However, a smile soon took it's place, as she turned her attention and gaze to the blond haired Nord. "Grettings, I am Yrsa of Whiterun" She answered, her slight Nordic tone seeming more noticeable when she spoke with others of her homeland.

Still smiling she looked at the Breton that was walking towards her and the two men, from the sounds of it he had met Torll, and also guessing from that, the Breton and the slavedriver were already on fairly bad terms. "Welcome Xandr, I am Yrsa" She answered him, her tone steady as it had been when she had adressed the Nord.

"No, no. Feel free to take a seat" She added, yet still with the same smile upon her features. Normally she would tell others to clear off, but her sudden lack of a headache had made her feel distinctly friendly, which was altogether becoming a less frequent emotion.


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Edwyn sat with his water skin in hand, watching and listening to those around him, taking small sips as he did so. He wasn't the sociable type, he expected these Slayers to be just as boring as those who aren't focused on such valiant deeds and so far his suspicions proved to be true, albeit he had only spent a few minutes with them. Taking larger sips from the water skin he leant back into his chair and began thinking of what the Slayers could offer him... Assuming they really were elite killers of all that is dark and unholy. The stronghold seemed promising to Edwyn, it being rather large and probably quite well defensible. Although the Breton didn't take the time to examine its defenses, such large scale things simply didn't interest the experienced witch hunter as much as closer more personal aspects of life. "I wonder if I should find the one in charge some time soon..." he thought "No. I need my rest." Edwyn concluded as he continued to scrutinize the inhabitants of the hall.

Edwyn heard the subtle sounds of foot steps against the cold rock floor and sighed. Clearly someone was coming over to talk to him, something which this particular Breton would not like at all. Lightly turning his hooded head to face the person, he scowled, although this was due to his seemingly constant scowl and not his current dislike for social interactions. Edwyn's scowl turned into a subtle smile of relief, the hall keeper stood before him. Getting up to his feet slowly and with an almost inaudible sigh, he held out his hand for a handshake and said in a gruff, raspy voice "Edwyn, Edwyn Fletcher." His sentence was short but, why waste the energy on adding extra niceties to his speech? Edwyn was content with being Brusque and would continue to do so until it proved problematic for him.


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Deltrix understood the lack of formalities given to him by the old man who stood before him.

"You must be tired and hungry Edwyn come with me to the main quarters. I was skeptical at first when the council told me that I would be housing such an old apprentice but I must say we see few people out here with such experience. We have some books in our library that will give you a good idea of what we do and how we do it, feel free to head up there anytime."

Deltrix started towards the main hall that led into twelve rooms each with a few bedrolls and supplies for the Slayers. He pointed to the last door on the left.

"There is some vacancy in that room set your stuff down near an empty bedroll and eat if you are hungry some of the apprentices keep some food out in case the rest of us get hungry"

Deltrix handed him a amulet key that all of the Slayers had, it was for the long dirt tunnel at the far east side of the Main hall that was sealed by a large stone door. It ended in a wooden staircase that lead down into the dungeon were "informants" were kept for live torture practice. Deltri then turned on his heels and head back to the sanctuary which displayed the great deeds done by members of the Hall on a stone wall.


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Xandr bowed his head out of kindness, and placed his backside on the long wooden bench. The dining hall was massive compared to his last home. Don't know if that is saying a lot. His smile was kept as he turned to his comrades ahead. A slight pain, came from his arm making his attention move away from the others. His leather guards were removed from his arm to see his wound. His veins were dark, and the wound was closing. The potion was taking affect. It was something necessary to prevent him turning. His face turned to the meal in front of him. " Don't take too long Xandr" Xandr thought in Torll's words. Whatever... Pork was the meat in hes food and he took a quick bite out of it. The food was cold, but replenishing and the need to finish it played throughout his head. Xandr smiled after finishing his bite.

"Any advice for a new blood?" He asked to Yrsa.


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