» Wed Nov 10, 2010 8:12 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The cold Bruma wind stroked across a young Imperial's face, as if trying to seduce him. He stepped out of Tavern, as most Taverns in Bruma, it was filled to the brim with Nords. Nords, who, in fact, got drunk on most nights, or even, in most mornings. This was no problems for our young Imperial, Silian, as he liked the presence of Nords, people who just enjoyed life, even if others did not enjoy them. He left the Tavern because he couldn't get his stories out without being overpowered by booming Nordic voices, rambling on about the old Skyrim ways, and the dragon god, Ysmir. Silian was a Bard, one of the many who talked about the Champion of Cyrodiil's exploits against Mehrunes Dagon.
The town was quiet that night, no beggars were out, stinking, and asking for handouts. Even the guards seemed to be few and far apart, the night was peaceful. A light snowfall was happening, which added to the atmospheric peace of the town. Silian slowly strode across the entrance to the chapel, tower so high as if it could touch the heavens itself. Silian had never been a religious man, but understood why people went to the chapel, and he complied with that. Silian was used to the coldness of Bruma, as he had visited the northern most parts of Skyrim itself, being a Bard took you all over Tamriel, to spread songs and stories. It was Tamriel itself that had proven itself one Silian's challenge, being vast in size, and dangerous in population. Though, Silians biggest claim to fame, and biggest challenge, was his father.
His father was Lucret Varro, famed alchemist of Cryodiil. Lucret was the one who cured Skooma addiction, and responsible for the day-long invisibility potion. Of course when people saw Silian, they didn't see the Bard, but rather the alchemist's son. This was Silian's bane, instead of talking about Silian's adventures, it was always "Ooh, whats you're fathers next project?" or "Hey, your Lucret's kin, I've heard of his work." Silian was now at his Inn, as a Bard shouldn't buy a house. He talked to the Innkeeper to get his key, he remembered his room, third door on the left. The Innkeeper gave him a letter, which was unmarked, only a small Imperial seal on it. Silian drudged up the stairs, and into his room. A small dresser, table, and bed were the only thing in his room. He sat down on his bed and opened the letter with a small steel dagger. The letter was written by his father, and read as followed:
My dear silly Silian,
My son, you have proven to be a good man, and you have a good profession, but I must intrude. Why will not become an alchemist, its usually a safer sort of thing to do, don't you think? While each is to his own, I just wanted you to get a little motivated, and if you ever deiced to be an alchemist, feel free to work at my lab with me. Which brings me to my second subject of written discussion, why do you not visit? You know, one can only live in fear if they do not see their child, no? Well, son, I am running out of ink, and wrist is already sore due to writing down notes, so I'll end on this note: Remember, my lab, north of Cheydinhal, on the three-way border of Cryodiil, Skyrim, and Morrowind.
I do hope to see you soon!
Silian read the note with a slight smile, his father was a caring man, if not a little overbearing at times. It was true, Silian didn't visit his father that much. He thought about it, and decided to visit, he made small preparations, leaving the larger things for the morning, for now, he had to rest. He changed into his night attire, blew out the candles, and began to slip into a vast kingdom of dreams.
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So lets critique this.
