(Ok well I started the fan-fic of Red winter, and I had a suggestion of making it into an RP. I agreed and think the same thing, it would make a great one. Still going to keep the fan-fic going, as the rp will be based off of its design, plus alot of good ideas I wanted to put into the story would go great into a rp aswell. Here's a copy of the prologue, startign same as the fic.)




((Edit: http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i201/Vality7/maps/SkyrimMapv2.jpg the map of Skyrim))



"Ever lasting winter, Cold steel biting into flesh and bone. My bones shake and rattle, for something I believe may come true, Hold fast My brothers and sisters of the northern land! Will we let this enemy fall us? Here and now we stand, Here at the hour of which the Gods' and our fathers watch over us! Nay I say! Let this foul enemy wane to our might! Let them cripple beneath our mighty arms! Let them fear us. Let them know no mercy. Today we shatter shields, Today we stand, Fight hard, Fight for our Honor! For the north!"

~Dhern The Hearted

"Cry Havoc and let loose The dogs of war!" -Julius Caesar


The night was young cloud cover above the city. Snow had began to fall, like it always did. In the keep of Dawnstar. The new Ruler, Frethral Silverbeard, Sat on his throne. His white bear skin outfit being most comfortable as he sat. With a cape the hood being the bears head also of white fur, acted like a blanket. Frethral leaned on his right side, resting his head upon his clenched fist. The Brick stone floor held a red carpet that extended from the throne steps to the front door. The hall in question made of logged wood with four beams set aside the carpet on each side. The large Fireplace behind the throne roared with a large fire lighting the gloom hall with the help of the torches that lined on the walls.

He sat there, Staring ominously into a dream. His silvery beard lengthened to his collar bone, and his silver hair was windswept and to his shoulders. His eyes where brown and reflected the torches that pinned on the walls. His left arm rested upon the armrest, thumping his fingers against the wood. One would tell that this ruler had felt something troubling. And he did. In his limbs he could feel something wrong, Something coming. A storm that would be a doom. Or maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him? Still he stared into his own world. Soon the hall doors flung open Violently and a Young Nord messenger scurried across the floor. His fur armor covered in snow, and his shield chipped on the left side.

Frethral had snapped out of his dream and gazed upon the young man now kneeling before him. He knew something was wrong, this man was out of breath, surely something of importance if he would hurry like such to the halls of Frethral. "I see you bring news of something lad." He looked upon the messenger and the young man looked up at him. "Well?" He ordered in a calm bellowing voice.

"My lord, Scouting ships have spotted a massive fleet heading to our coast." The young man motioned his right hand into the brown bag which hung on his side. He pulled out a rolled up parchment and held it out to Frethral. Frethral had stood from his seat wiping the wrinkles from his attire and approached the young man grabbing the message. He removed the red ribbon which bound it in a roll and unrolled and read. As he read through it his face went from emotionless, to fear. His eyes widened. He reread the message again and then dropped it to the floor.

"A whole fleet destroyed by these, Invaders?" He bellowed with outrage and brought his hand to his chin, stressing on the beard. "Send a message out to the remaining fleets, Any ships docked must sail away immediately, and counter this oncoming threat!"
"Yes my lord!" The young man bowed his head and got to his feet and ran out of the hall shutting the doors behind him. Frethral paced back and forth then clapped his hands. A heavily armored Nord body guard came from his position in the corner of the hall and knelt down to Frethral. "Yes my lord?" He asked

"Arise Argus, You do not kneel before me." Argus got to his feet, his Nordic plated armor shone with the roaring fire in the back of the room, his fur clothing sticking out a bit in between his pauldrons and gloves. "I need you to send word out to the other cities on the coast, Haafingar, and Winterhold! Tell them to raise the guard shifts and keep the soldiers on alert! Same for here!"
"Yes my lord, I will send my best man." Argus gave a bow and then hurried out of the hall.

Frethral turned back to his throne and picked the message back up and reread it. Thus it had:

My Lord Frethral Silverbeard;

We the crew of the Averygold, Second Scout ship of the Naval fleet have spotted the remains of the first Fleet. My lord it is horrible, the whole fleet destroyed. Our spotter in the crows nest has said to have seen a hint of an enemy fleet off into the distance coming to Skyrim. I have given this message to my hawk Falgorn, So this message should reach you in just a few hours after I have sent it, if given to a quick messenger. I advise that you report the remaining fleets that are docked to make way to halt this enemy. I do not know the numbers of this fleet, all I know is the ships move fast, faster then any galleon I have ever seen sail these waters and the waters around Tamriel.

I am grieved to say my son was in that fleet, on the flag vessel. But my grief aside, if our fleets are unable to halt this force, as I said the numbers are unknown, you might have to Set up a defense on the lands. I advise getting the soldiers on their heels and ready for an invasion.

Scout commander: Vilicius Stronghammer.

He sunk back into his throne and took his pose, this time worrying about this unknown threat?

3 Days future, Sea of ghosts, 3 days away from Skyrim cost

The waters where calm, but the sea was covered of a thick fog. The second and third naval fleets had taken a position side by side nesting in the spot the enemy would soon come by. Each ship had ballista's ready, armed with arrows that held bags of magical explosive powder on the tips. On the flag ship of the whole fleet, The Doryn Nelas, the commander stood, keeping his eyes keened and focused on the invisible horizon. His thin chain armor dripped of fog water and some spots were frozen due to the temperature. But he had no feeling for the cold, As all nords are basically immune to it after living in it for so long. His right hand gripped his stalhrim long sword.

"Private! You see anything?" He yelled behind him pushing his voice up toward the crows nest. Soon an answer came back. "No sir nothing! The fog is too thick!" He gave a sigh and turned around to face his second in command. About to make the order to press the fleet forward but soon a light appeared in the sky. The commanders eyes quickly twitched following it. It went up then came down. He watched it then he made a gasp. "We are under attack!" He yelled out loud to the fleet but soon the flaming light hit the vessel to the right of his ship and it exploded making its crew fly into the water and sinking the warship.

"Fire at will!" He yelled out and the fleet fired their ballista's making a streaming volley pass overhead. He watched into the distance closely soon seeing the exploding lights of the projectiles. But to his surprise as the last light went off he ould see a ships sailing to him. The fog now cleared and behind that ship was another, and then more, numbers greater then this naval fleet. And soon his eyes caught more projectiles in the sky. A massive volley speeding toward the fleet. He had only a last sentence run through his mind. Gods save us!

"Annihilation will be unavoidable" -Disturbed
"I am an indestructible master of war!"

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After another scout message reported to Frethral he has sent word to each settelment of Skyrim about the threat, Giving orders to bring soldiers to the coastal cities to Defend against the swiftly approaching. Word was also sent to the Elder council for aid. The elder council has Diclined any aid, except aid from the local Garrisons stationed in the Province itself. Any recall of the legions would be risking rebellion in the other provinces. Skyrim Stands alone against this threat, only its Own legion and adventurers to defend the north.

We all start in Dawnstar. From the begining we can play it out as a freelance RP, Untill the invasion begins.
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Just some simple rules.

1) Please be sure to put in decently sized posts, no one or two sentences unless everything is going too slow or or maybe some other reason, if your going to make a small post it's fine to give a reason why.

2) Please use proper grammer (English), maybe some words from a thesaurus to make it more interesting.

3) No Ubering please, I can't stress how annoying it is when someone posts a battle scene and makes his character completely invincible! It's good to give your char skill but going over board makes it no fun for everyone else.

4) No controling Other people' characters, unless they have asked you too or if the person died in his sleep being unable to post ever again! Again common sense.

5) Be creative and have fun, Let's make the Rp more interesting

Edit*6) Please keep OOC posts to a minimum, if your going to talk to someone please do it in RP, otherwise if it is general put it in with your post.

see all simple, Also abide by Forum rules too, Cursing I don't much care if you put a few bad words in your post, Just make sure to not over do it, eh?
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______________________My Character____________________________________

Name: Dhern The Hearted

Nickname: He is called by his first name Dhern.

Race: Nord

Age:35

Class: Paladin; The Servants of the Divine and holy light. Warriors of justice and peace. Paladins are gifted in Swords mastery, heavy arms, and healing. A dieing breed of Warriors, but none the less, skilled in combat and magical restoration. As a dieing Breed paladins are rarely seen walking around Tamriel for only few remain, and few devote themselvs to fight for justice with an oath to serve the peoples of Tamriel and their god'.

Discription: Dhern is a broad Muscular Nord, Normal to his kind. Tall and stout, with a well built figure and pale skin. He stand at a hieght of exactly Six feet. His hair is a dark Brown, and Windbraided lengthened to his neck halfway. His eyes are unusual being Multi color, right eye a bright Icy blue, the left a light green. His face is average, Gaunt a bit round. His chin is clefted and his cheek bones nicely hidden.

Personality: Dhern has always been a hearty man. Always a smile on his face and happy. He is respectfull and decent around other people, always looking forward to meet and greet, even outlanders not native to his homeland. In battle it is a different story. He is always serious, taking everything into consideration when the time calls for it. He tries to be as merciful as possible, but when a heated war comes, what room is there for mercy on the battle feild?

Bio: As a young lad Dhern had always dreamed of being a master of the sword, a combatant, a warrior. At the age of nine he had started training with his father, who was also a well known blacksmith along side his brother. As he grew older his skills improved. At the age of sixteen his parents had died, slain while a band of bandits raided their small land they owned. Dhern had survived barely, using his fathers sword to cut down anyone who tried to hurt him. Although a strong willed lad, he had fallen with a concussion from being hit in the back of the head. After that he was taken in by his uncle who had his own Blacksmithing shop in Dawnstar, and from there Dhern had trained hard to one day make sure to protect his people and any other innocent, from harm, thus Becoming A paladin, giving service in the following of Akatosh.

Armor: Specially crafted Steel armor (that looks a bit like the Imperial Dragon armor worn by the emperor. Just looks, still steel.) With shield.

Weapons: Ebony longsword, (Crafted by his uncle when he became a full fledged paladin.)

Misc Items: A timber wolf as a companion, Named Timber.

IC:
Dhern had finished eating a rabbit stew, made fresh over the roaring fire of his fire place. Timber stood next to him licking up the same stew from a steel bowl. The rectangular fashioned house was warm and comfortable with the warm lighting giving a relaxed mood. But beside the mood his thoughts ran across the news of a large threat on its way to Skyrim. He couldn't imagine anything huge, Maybe it was pirates? If so the local malitia and the guards would take care of them. And if the fleet was called out the ywould beable to capture and possibly imprison the bunch. Soon he was too comfortable, the warmth was putting him to sleep. His head bobed and he woke up and stood. "Well Timber, I think I'll go to the mead hall and have myself a round or two. You stay out of trouble you hear?" He pointed at the now laying Wolf. Timber eyed him with puppy eyes and wagged his tail. Dhern gave a smile and chuckled. "Oh no not you! you never get int otrouble." He had walked to the door then paused. He stared at the large cupoard that settled next to the door along the wall.

He gave a nodd of his head and opened up the double doors, revealing his suit of armor. Its white shining Steel glimmered in the light of the fire. It was a customized suit, looking exactly like the imperial Dragon armor, but only steel and white. It all hung perfectly on a miniature dummy that was built in. He gazed upon his armor then motioned his hand to the door, a Sword wrack settled an ebony blade which was sheathed and strapped to a belt. He pulled it off its rack and clasped the belt over the bottom of his shirt, on the waist. The elegant blade hung on his left side the hilt gleaming liek it was enchanted. Soon He closed the doors and exited the house. He breathed in the brisk air and headed toward the center of the city, where the mead hall stood, busy with off duty soldiers, guards, and townspeople. Passing a few shops, including his uncel's old shop he found his destination. The emad hallwas noisy, music could be heard and the laughter of its patrons flowed out. Dhern entered findining the place pact with people. The two Fire places Roared with big fires, filling the room with extra light, making the torches seem like candels.

Dhern had approached the bar and greeted by a young maiden. "Hail, friend! What would you like today Dhern?" she asked with a gleaming smile while wipping the inside of a pint sized mug with a towel. Dhern was a local to the town, and a regular in the hall. "You know the original, Mead with the side of a bottle of ale. Put it on my tab!" He answered loudly over the laughing crowd behind him. The maiden gave a wink and nod then pulled a bottle of ale from behind the counter and took the mug she had just cleaned and fileld it to the rim with mead. "Here you go, And remember you owe one hundred and fifty drakes for this week, I know you will pay it on time like usual?" She asked giving him another smile. Dhern nodded. "Aye las, It will be on time liek always!" with the assurance she walked away, and Dhern had walked to the lone corner of the Hall sat down at the small table and began to enjoy his drink.

((K it starts send me in your sheets and then when I approve the myou can post!"

Name: Bullvine
Nickname: None
Race: Nord
Age: 32

Class: Warrior

Discription: Tall muscular man he is about 6' 5" he weigh's about 210lbs he has blonde hair with a thick beard that is braided into two braids that hang down. He has hair that flows down to the bottom of his neck, that he ties sometimes before a battle.

Personality: He is tough as nails and brutal as hell in battle, he is kind outside of battle to his fellow colleages and the poor, but he has no tolerance for idiots, whether it be friend or foe.

Bio: Bullvine used to be in the navy, but left after his commander became to sadistic even by his standards. Ever since he left the navy, bullvine has been traveling the sea's selling what he finds during his travels.

Armor: Leather tunic under Chain-mail, Iron helmet w/ nose guard strip, wool pants, and leather shoes, round red and white shield w/ iron stud in the middle w/ thin iron trim around the shield.

Weapons: Fine Iron Long Sword (looks like a Steel sword), Iron Short Sword, 6' Iron Spear.

Misc Items: Sword sharpening rock, deer meat x3, mead x3, bread x3, cheese x3

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IC

Bullvine walked into the pub and scanned the papriators of the pub, mostly just old down and out drunks with nothing better to do. He spotted a man, a fellow nord, step from the counter and towards a booth in the corner. Outside the wind was sharp and cold, but inside like always the pub was the warmest place for a nord. Bullvine walked to the counter, as a pretty maitron walked over.

"What will it be today", bullvine looked at the woman for a moment. Her figure was nice, her hair was nice, and her eye's were even better.

"I'll have some mead and a piece of cheese", bullvine said in his deep tough voice. The woman nodded with a smile, and walked over to the other end of the counter to grab his mead along with his cheese. Even when she walked away her figure was good.

The woman walked back over to bullvine, placing the mead and piece of cheese infront of him, "Here you go, will that be all?", bullvine shook his head, and began to drink his mead and eat his cheese. The day was young, but the sky was full of dark storm clouds. Bullvine looked to the man that was sitting in the corner, and decided to walk over.

"Today is a good day for sailing, dont you think", bullvine sat across from the man and drank his mead and cheese...

Dhern' attention went to a fellow nord who had approached him from the counter. He gave a smile and took a mouthfull of mead. "Aye, That is if the waters were safeer." He implied leaning back in his seat, his black bear fur attire being most comfortable. "A damn shame some "Threat" sails across the sea, now. But it would be a fine day to sail otherwise." He glanced to the side as a small group of drunks began laughing, making horrible jokes and bad insults. They were the loudest in the place, and most of them were at the hall everyday on their off time. Dhern shook his head and took another gulp of his mead.

Ooc:((Currently Editing a map of Skyrim to post with the intro post, soon as it's finished i'll edit it in.))

Name: Dro'ShinVasha
Nickname: Shinva, Shin
Gender: Male
Race: Cathay-rhat Khajiit
Age: 29
Class: Warrior Monk: Warrior monks are Monks who are focused more on the combative arts more than just the spiritual beleifs. Trained in Staves, Blades, Martial Arts, Acrobatics and many other skills one wouldnt expect a Monk to posses.
Description: A tall looking khajiit standing roughly six feet tall with a moderately strong build, his fur is a steel Grey fur looking very close to that of a snow leopard. His eyes are a enchanting azure colour following well with his natural looks.
Personality: Calm, Logically thinking and slow to Anger. Shinva has little in the way of temper and is generally calm. When in combat his mind is his body.
Bio: Born into a tribe of khajiit that lived just on the border of Skyrim, he was placed as a cub on the doorstep to a Monastery and taken in. Shinva was trained there as a warrior monk, his skills with combat are exceptional as are his spiritual side.
Armor: White monks robe with gold lacing along its sleeves and edges made from silk.
Weapons: A Silver long staff, Silver Katana with a gold laced hilt.
Misc Items: Gold, Waterskin, herbs and a Journal

Shinva strode through the small city as the cold wind blew into him. It didnt bite him as hard as it did others which was always a good thing. Opening the door and entering the mead hall several nords eyed the Monk as he strode in and sat at the bar. The white long robe giving him a distinct standing out appearance from the rest of the current intoxicated men and women there. A young lady approached him, looking at the hooded khajiit slowly "Can I get you anything sir?" looking up at the maid her eyes suddenly transfixed onto his "Wine, Red and some beef and a bread roll please." he asked quietly. With that he turned his head gently and rolled out a small scroll and began to read it as the maid brought his drink and food over. Without looking, Shinva handed the maid a small portion of gold. Giving her a tip as well. Looking at the amount of gold in her hand her eyes lit up and she went back to her duties.

Approved.




Claude basically ran through the streets, smacking himself in the head mentally for not bringing warmer clothing, as he searched for a tavern he could seek shelter in. Thankfully, he didn't need to search far, as he stepped inside the pub, blowing into his cupped hands to ease the numbing sensation in them. He looked around slowly, rubbing the small amount of mucus that ran from his long nose away as he made his way to the counter, trying to keep a low profile.

He sat at the very end, eyeing a pair of Nords who seemed to be talking about sailing, and also seemed to be the least drunk of them all. He looked around the room with slight disdain, knowing an intelligent conversation would be as hard to come by as a sane person in the realm of Sheogorath. A womanly voice brought his attention back to the present, as he turned his head to see a woman standing against the bar.

"Sorry?" he asked, not really that sorry, but trying to show a little courtesy to these rather tempermental people.

"I asked if I can get you anything." she repeated, the smile not wavering from her face as she obviously didn't catch the Breton's superior tones.

"Ah yes." Claude said, dropping his hood, as he thought. "Just a glass of wine if you have any." he told her.

She crinkled her face as she thought hard. "We may have some in the back." she told him. "Hang on." she said, holding up her hand as if the Breton was about to run away, laughing as if he had just pranked her.

He just nodded, and turned around, observing the room, and warming his hands with a very weak fire spell, to speed the process. He wanted to find someone he could have a conversation with, and so far, this province had disappointed him in that way every time he tried with the barbaric people.

He turned back as the woman returned, a dusty looking bottle in her hands along with a wine glass that looked like it had never been used. "Your in luck." she said with a smile. "Only bottle back there." she told him, as she poured the red liquid into the glass. "Nine septims." she told him, as he handed her ten.

He took a sip, and noted that it had the delicate taste of warm piss. Muttering to himself, he touched his fingers to the glass, and muttered a small arcane phrase, and felt the glass go slightly chilled. At least it will be chilled piss, then. he thought with a grin as he took another sip of the foul tasting liquid.

Bullvine looked at the nord as they talked about sailing, "I think that the best time to sail is during hard times", bullvine looks behind him looking at what his fellow nord is stairing at, "Dont worry about them, they'll get whats coming to them soon", bullvine continued to finish his mead and cheese, while still watching the loud men.

Several figures walked in, one was a hooded fellow who he quickly realized was a Kahjiit as the feline man held out his hand, the other was a breton, both seemed ok for him...

Approved, of course.

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Name:Falus Kaelsson
Nickname: Falus
Race: Nord
Age: 25
Class: Infantry (is skilled with blade and bow equally)
Description: He is of average height but a bit thin for a nord. He is fairly attractive with a slightly smaller nose then most nords

Personality: Is nice and outgoing, caring for friends, when in battle he doesn't hesitate when killing and is somewhat merciful

Bio: He was raised in Skyrim in a small village near Dawnstar, He was drafted into the marines when he was 19 and has been there ever since, his father was also in the marines but died in battle

Armor: He has a fine suit of mithril armor which he inherited from his father
Weapons: He has a fine steel long sword and an ebony bow along with steel arrows
Misc Items: Has a small telescope about the size of his palm which has an enchantment to detect life for hundreds of feet

Hope I didn't make my character too uber, if so tell me and I can make some changes.

IC: Falus looked around the bar noticing two nords who were engaged in conversation. He sipped his beer as he watched them talk sitting in a corner. He was wearing normal clothes but carried a small hunting knife just for protection. He had left his armor and weapons at his small hut that the marines had paid for when he was drafted.

Hopefully nothing will happen tonight. My general told me to lay low and enjoy myself in Dawnstar but it's been almost two weeks. He said he would call for me if these 'invaders' ever seiged the naval fleet out there and came onto land. Damn I'm out of beer. Falus returned to the bar and sat down next to the two nords. A fairly attractive maiden appeared and asked what he needed.
"A beer please." Falus replied. As the door to the bar opened he expected another nord to walk in. But to his surprise a tall muscular Khajiit walked in and sat down next to him. His muscles tensed. He had not seen many Khajiit in his days let alone one so big.
"Khajiit are rare in these parts what brings you here?" Falus asked the large Khajiit.

Dhern nodded looking at the new arrivals into the mead hall. One was a khajiit in white robes, the other looked liek a breton in light clothign trying to warm his hands. dhern gave a soft chuckle and sipped at the last of the mead in his cup. He then opened the bottle of ale and poured it into the mug and looked up at his new friend. "The names dhern, How about you friend?" He asked settign the black thick glassed bottle and sipped at the ale trying it before he started to drink it down.

Bullvine looked Dhern as he finished his mead, "The name is Bullvine, and I've come here to see what the "Threat" is out on the sea's?", bullvine looked at the Khajiit and another nord that had just entered, "I think that they would do good for a sailing crew, atleast the Nord and Breton would, the Kahajiit, I'm not so sure of?", bullvine hailed the pub maitron over holding up his empty mead bottle, "Another please", the woman nodded and smiled again, as she went off to grab another mead...

Bullvine was axcious, he wanted to hit the sea and find what "Threat" the sea held. He turned to Dhern with a smile on his face, "What kind of threat do you think is out there on the sea? sea monster?"...

OOC:To Mad Max- It wasn't a nord that just entered it was a breton. And if you are refering to me I didn't just enter I've been here so far the whole time. Just wanted to throw that out there. :-0

Looking slowly at the Nord a slight smile forming on his muzzle. Hidden by the hood. "To be rare is to be unseen by many. Khajiit aren't rare here you just dont see us often. We seek our secrecy to avoid violence and mishaps that tend to occur. Thefts that get pointed at us." he said softly, his tone was calm flowing but not to the point of arrogance. He sipped at his red wine having brought one of the few bottles there and took a bite from the warm roll. Looking at his scroll some more he kept on reading. His pale very fluffy tail flicking around lightly.

Dhern gave a slight grin as he thought. "Im not sure, Maybe pirates? But now that I think about it, if the naval fleet was sent out they would have dealt with already." He looked at his mug and rubbed his chin. "Or maybe another raiding party from Vvardenfell, We had many attempts at us made from those dark skinned elvs." He brought his hand away from his chin picking the mug back up and taking a mouthful of the ale. "But i know Frethral, if he says a threat is coming, you wouldn't want to second guess him. I heard rumors that the first naval fleet that was out on a patrol was wiped out though. Nothing else other then that."

"Oh." Falus replied a bit stunned. Falus' eyes flickered to the door again as he saw a Breton enter apparently trying to warm his hands.
"Well, it is a shame your kind is always being mistreated. I never did like prejiduce. But you still didn't answer my question, what are you doing around these parts? Come to find out answers about this mysterious threat that approaches. It's supposed to be some sort of ghostly like naval fleet I heard. They have only been seen once though and even then it was a faint glimpse. They have already destroyed one fleet of our ships."

Claude watched as a Khajiit entered the bar, and couldn't help being sligtly surprised to see it in Skyrim. He continued to sip his wine, as the time passed, but as the two Nords behind him started their conversation again, he couldn't help himself as he listened, trying to get some answers.

He knew something was happening in the city, but now it sounded like an invasion or something, like the land was about to be under attack. THe men talked about what the threat could possibly be, as it ranged from pirates and Dunmer, to sea monsters, which Claude found perfectly ridiculous, though he held his tongue for the sake of the peace in the bar. He stopped listening and leaned against the bar, thinking of his next move. He did not want to be in the area if it was about to be thrown into a war, but it was cold out, and the only way he wanted to leave was by boat. And that seemed unlikely with this new threat.

He thought of the rewards and gains he could get from staying to fight in this "war", if that was what it was turning out to be. He could even sign on with a ship if they were pirates out there, and earn some money that way, as he truly didn't mind the sea. It was the cold he didn't enjoy. He decided to listen a little longer to the conversations around him, and see what presented itself to the Breton.

Bullvine listened intently on what Dhurn had to say on the matter, "Well I plan of finding out who or what it is, by any means nessesary!", bullvine took a swig from his mead, "Are you with me on this?", bullvine sat back in his seat as he chewed on some nice cheese...

"I am here because I need a drink. Why else would one come to a Mead hall? For conversation?" he chuckled "Conversation is rare to find among drunk Nords and such." gently pulling back his hood the khajiit shook his head having recently shaved his mane off. He felt the warm wind blow through his head fur purring lightly as he drank some more wine and finished off his meal. "The answer to this threat will reveal itself in due time when it is ready." he replied again.

Dhern sipped his ale and nodded. "Aye, But im not a sea type." he assured Bullvine and made a slight circle of thought in his head. "However I would love to know what this threat is." He scratched the back of his head. "But to be honest, this all doesn't feel right. My bones chill with a bad feeling." His face went blank as he stared at the small table. He hated having thesee feelings, they normally were right. Like an animals instinct of danger. Like when a dog knows when it wil ldie and walks out into the cold wilderness alone to find a place to die. He looked back up at Bullvine. "But if you were to get a ship to go out on the waters I would follow, to see what in oblivion is going on."

"Hmm." Falus replied not sure what to say. "Forgive me for being so rude, as to not minding my own business. Anyhow, what are you reading there? Some kind of spell?"
As he said this he noticed the nord a couple seats down yell "...are you with me on this?" It peaked his curiosity but he did not want to be rude and leave he and the Khajiit's conversation unfinished. "Ah yes and what might be your name Khajiit?" Falus asked.

Chuckling he looked up and looked at the nord "Its merely some old poetry. And my name is Dro'Shinvasha. You may call me Shinva. And what is your name Sir?" he asked politely. Rolling up his scroll and putting it in his side bag, finishing off his wine. "Hmm need more wine here." he chuckled "This Hall lacks its presence." he grinned.

Bullvine looked at Dhurn with a smile, "Good I'm glad you want to come. I've already gathered a small crew of rower's for my ship, its out there on the docks waiting for us!", bullvine stood up and chugged his mead down letting out a large loud burp, "Lets get going!", bullvine looked at the kahjiit and nord who were talking together about something, while the breton sat alone.

Bullvine grabbed a piece of partchment and jotted some writting and placed it on wall near the door, "Lets go, we've got some monster's too kill!", bullvine smiled as he exited the pub with Dhurn following him to the ship.

OCC: Bullvine's ship is very similar to a viking ship. :thumbsup:

"Never did like wine much. Always preferred mead or straight beer. And the name is Falus. Good to meet you Shinva of the Khajiit." he said as he stuck his hand out for a handshake.

"Good to meet you Falus. And please just Shinva." he said nodding. Looking over at the Nord stamping something on the wall he tilted his head "Please excuse me." he stated politely and walked over to the nord "Whats this?" he asked. "Seeking to go out into the sea to acertain the threat?"

Bullvine looked back at the Kahjiit who was in his robes, "Me and my friend here are going to sea on my ship, to findout what the "Threat" is, would you care to join us?", bullvine checked his gear that was on him, Looks like I've got everything I need, bullvine looked back up at the Kahjiit, "The names Bullvine"...

OCC: Sparda67 is off, so I guess we'll have to wait till tomorrow to progress through the story?

"Yes I overheard you talking about being 'in' on something? What's this about? The 'threat'? If so count me in. I've been looking for some action." Falus said as he walked over and stood by Shinva, waiting for the nords response.

Dhern Followed Bullvine out of the hall setting his empty mug on the counter. When he exited the hall the snow began to fall again. He waited for Bullvine to pass then his brain jumped. "Hold on one second I need to talk to the young lady behind the bar." He held up his hand and reentered the hall motioning the young lady to come over to him. She approached him with an eye brow lifted. "What do you need Dhern?" She asked. Dhern pulled his house key from his shirt pocket and held it out to the lady. "Im abotu to go on a boat for a few hours to check out the sea. Could you send one of your sisters to check on Timber every half hour or so?" His words came out with an urgency and she gave a nod taking his key. "I'll have Hilda go and make sure he is fine." Dhern smiled and gave a nod of thanks and left the hall catching up to Bullvine. "Lead on my friend."

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Winterhold

The snow fell heavy and a fog began to roll in from the sea. The silent city was soon consumed by its thickness. Two soldiers stood watch on the Northwestern tower looking over the fogged sea. "Damn this fog, How are we supposed to keep an eye on the waterfront if we can't see?" One soldier began, his deep Nord voice bellowing.
"Quit your whining Jaal, Not like the captain knew the fog was coming." The other said with a calm voice.
"Bah your right, But still how are we supposed to keep watch with no visibility?" The chain mail armored Nord walked to the small wall of the tower leaning over a bit to look down at the ground. It was completely erased with the fog. "Can't even see the rocks!"
"Yeah well, we have to deal with it. anyways our shift is almost o..." a large arrow had pierced threw the man, just bellow the ribs and it sent him flying backwards falling off the tower. Jaal' eyes widened and he looked out at the sea. A wave of ships were slowly approaching the city docks. Jaal began to start yelling out but when he opened his mouth a smaller arrow hit him in the throat falling him over the small tower wall.

The ships were barely visible threw the fog, and the smaller boats comepletely invisible as the yreached the docks. A lightly armored figure in dark armor had crept its way across the wooden dock and reached the sea gate. "Who goes there!?" A guard yelled out The figure pressed itself against the wall and slid slowly now seeing the nord guard his right hand rested on his sword. The figure slowly reached its hand to its blade and slowly unsheathed the skinny scimitar like blade. With a quick movment its hand grabbed the guards neck squeezing tight and the sharp blade ran threw the back of the nord and out the other end. The nord was silenced and the figure let go letting the body slide off its blade and quickly stheathed it again and soon the gates of the city opened. Two other nords rushed out their swords drawn and soon with no time for surprise arrows pelted them in the chest, and more figures slowly made their way into the city. But with the element opf suprise now wasted, a Nord guard unseen ontop the gate house had cried out their presence and a bell rang violently and soldiers soon appeared out of the garrison.

The Silent siege of Winterhold had began, thus giving only a matter of time before the enemy would simotaniously attack the other two cities.

ooc: sorry went out for a smoke im back now though.