A Crimson Conspiracy: Ch. 2Chapter 2: The Whistle of the WindA Crimson Conspiracy: Ch. 2
The shadows greeted her warmly as she crept through the alleys of the Imperial City. Night had fallen upon the marble city of the empire, though unlike the countless towns of Cyrodiil, it never slept. Someone was always out, doing something, may it be legal or illegal. The Imperial City was noted for its prestigious universities and history, but it was also known for its booming underground crime network centralized around the hated Gray Fox. Of course, she tried not to consort with the Thieves Guild. They wouldn’t take a particular fancy to her past guild connections in the first place. Cr
A Crimson Conspiracy Ch. 1Chapter 1: A Drink to the Good LifeA Crimson Conspiracy Ch. 1
It had been a while since she had indulged in the delight of the expensive liquors of Cyrodiil. She grasped the cold, silver handle of the stein, letting the brandy wash over her dry lips and down her tired throat. Her eyes wandered about the Imperial tavern, taking notice of the tranquility of the room. There was no one causing a ruckus, not one man fighting over a woman, nothing. She motioned for the barkeep to come closer, pointing her black-gloved hand at the Cyrodiillic Brandy once more. He nodded, surprised at the amount of alcohol she was consuming. She had been here for days straight, s
A Crimson Conspiracy: Prologue___///A Crimson Conspiracy: PrologueA Crimson Conspiracy: Prologue
Set in 3E 430, before the murder of Uriel Septim VII, the Dark Brotherhood is as it had been before the mass chaos spurred by the traitor Mathieu Bellamont and before the destruction of the Black Hand. With the disappearance of Eno Hlaalu from the Morag Tong of Morrowind, the Black Hand has decided that the time is right for the ultimate destruction of their long-time enemies and rivals. It has been rumored that the Nerevarine of Morrowind had taken Eno’s place, but the Black Hand has deemed it of no importance. With the defeat at Red Mountain and the death of Almalexia and Sot
Falanu's Folly____///Falanu’s FollyFalanu's Folly
Paranoia was ripe indeed as Glarthir made his way through the streets, studying every pedestrian and guard he passed with squinted, cautious eyes. With uneasy steps, he made his way past the Fighter’s Guild and the Mage’s Guild, coming to a halt in front of the newly established and only decent alchemical store in town, besides Sinderion. Though he was not one for the arcane, he knew a good source of information when he saw one. Falanu Hlaalu, her name said it all; an obvious tie to the grandiose House Hlaalu of Vvardenfell, and maybe something more. He, ever vigilant, had heard the many
Ugh.
Irritated
You can play any of your PCs and/or any unclaimed NPCs. It's just starting out, but it ought to be fun!
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"At school they taught me how to be so pure in thought and word and deed...
...they didn't quite succeed..." - Pet Shop Boys, "It's a Sin"
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"At school they taught me how to be so pure in thought and word and deed...
...they didn't quite succeed..." - Pet Shop Boys, "It's a Sin"
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"The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast."
"To disagree with three-fourths of the public is one of the first requisites of sanity"
~X
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"There is a Price To Pay for being Different."
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You do you,
Im'ma do you girlfriend ;-P
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