Name: Raeylan Xenn
Race: High Elf (male)
Class: Nightblade
Level: Player + 5
Appearance: Natural Hair style, Green Eyes. Pale Skin.
Equipment: Fully suited Amber Armour and Long Blade/Shield. Has a Paralysis on Touch spell as well.
Location: Sitting down on a chair next to the Hill of suicides, with a little table in front of him. On top is a plate, with some cutlery and cups and what looks like humanoid flesh along with a blood potion. He has a small tent with a bedroll nearby to sleep. The Table, Chair and Tent are all low class, however the Cutlery, Plate, and set of cups are as high end as possible. The Knife is an Elven Dagger with a new ID/Name: "Raeylan Xenn's Trophy Knife"
AI: He has a simple AI schedule to eat/drink at the table, and wander the area, sometimes sneaking around.
The course of Dialogue:
Upon first talking to him
Dialogue: "I hope the next one is Orc, I haven't been eating enough greens!"
Then the player has one conversation topic and it plays out as follows:
Player: "I'm not quite sure what you mean Sir."
Xenn: "The Hill of Suicides! Orc! Splat!"
Player: "I see, you don't care for the Green Skins?"
Xenn: "Don't Care for the Green Skins? Yes I do! Best Part is the Green Skins!"
Player: "That's Disgusting!"
Xenn: "You mean Delicious! You got the first letter of the word right, but today I am thinking something else..."
Player: "And what would that be?"
Xenn: "You have a certain taste around you, seasoned"
Player: "No way, just try it..."
Xenn: "I don't kill, I only wait...here...with my Trophy Knife! Pay Sheogorath a visit and I'll see you soon!"
Player: "Uhh...Bye"
Conversation Ends. And when you try to talk to him again you only get the response, "Hurry, Hurry, I can't wait much longer!"
Journal:
[The journal is stained with blood and green fat, in addition to a few teeth marks. It is hard to make out much of what is written down]
First Entry: I just got hired by the Mages Guild in Skingrad as their personal Cook! What a position, how esteemed I am, I best go back to double check I have all the ingredients and materials needed. I should buy another apron too, this one just screams second rate cook.
Second Entry: Today at the Guild I met my new assistant, He is new and will need a lot of training, but shows great potential. His name is Kruk gro-Grun, an Orc from Bravil. Greenest Orc I've ever seen, that's for sure.
Third Entry: I won the "Esteemed Cook of Tamriel" award today! What Honour, to be named the best in the lands, I even got a job offer for the Imperial Palace. I will say here though, Skingrad has grown on me, and the wine isn't too bad either!.
Fourth Entry: Sorry I haven't been keeping up with writing journal, but it's been so busy! However, today I must write, for the Arch-Mage is coming to Skingrad for a dinner while checking over the guild. What excitement there is in the place today!. I best get ready, I hope gro-Grun was able to square everything away, nothing can go wrong or I'll be fired for sure!
[The next entry looks hastily written]
I screwed up, I don't know what else to do so I'm writing it down. Here's what happened old pal. I made my way to the guild early, to see if everything had arrived. When looking over the order list, It came to my attention that gro-Grun never ordered in the Venison for the main course! What a Calamity! So when he came in, tempers got heated, we argued, and long story short, I killed him with my Trophy Knife, I didn't know I could. If that wasn't bad enough, I knew I still had to cook a meal for the Arch-Mage. I did the only thing I could, dragged Kruk into the cellar and cut off every piece of good meat I could find. I never knew Orc took so long to cook, and the smell was horrid! But when test tasting, it was oddly enough rather delightful. At the end of the day I served all those mages, and I don't think they noticed...but they sure noticed my missing assistant...I need to leave town now before they see through the lies I told.
[Appears to be another entry]
I'm making my way to Bravil, I think it's best I talk to his family...or at least leave them a note...I do not wish to die by the hands of an angry mother Orc.
Entry: I did it, I gave them a letter then ran away from that door as fast I could. I do not know where to go, but I saw a bright light off in the water, I need something bright in my life right now. I'm about to breakdown.
Entry: I went through the light, I do not know where I am now, nor do I care! South was sad, made me cry, but when I went north, I was filled with warmth! Colours saturated my eyes, and upon looking up I could see fantastic skies! Just me and my Trophy Knife now, we'll live it out. I'm pretty sure I wasn't mistaken when I saw a man raining cloud...
Entry: The man raining cloud was no cloud at all, but a place for people to swiftly fly into the ground! Last night there was an Orc, no need to let it go to waste, I cooked him up with due haste!
[Writing Ends]