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       Spinning a Web
       By: Eilik Date: July 17, 2013, 8:21 am
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       The mead hall was alive with the sound of a bard's chorus, the
       locals were of course celebrating another day of continued
       existence.  One being stood out in the crowd, a wood elf
       actually, he sat in a seat near the bar, a tired look on his
       face, and a tankard clutched in a hand. There was a lot of talk
       over everyone's major deeds of the day, one nord was bragging
       about taking down a bear, while another said his hunting party
       had been ambushed by a forest troll. The elf just sat, listening
       idly as the banter continued.
       "Oh! But what about this Bosmer?" A voice rang out, nearly
       startling the poor elf. A hearty laugh and before he knew it
       there was a large pat on his back. "Surely this one has a tale
       to weave, he should join in the festivities, not like anyone
       should be left out." The man sputtered into his tankard at the
       jolt of the hand hitting his back, coughing as he let out a
       small. "No thanks." There was a boast of laughter before another
       nord interrupts. "Please, that guy? He barely looks as if he can
       hunt foxes, likely the prissy ranger type." This of course got
       the elf's attention, drinking down the rest of his mead in a
       single swig he stood, peering out from under the hood he wore,
       yellow eyes almost shining from the campfire.
       "Oh? You want me to tell you a tale? Spin you a web? Fine, if
       that'll cause people to loosen up a bit, sure, I can handle
       that." He motioned to the barkeep, drinks all around on him. Of
       course the mead hall erupted in cheers before he cleared his
       throat, setting eyes on the nord that doubted him.
       "First off, this tale is absolutely true, don't believe me?
       Fine, that's your prerogative. A night not unlike tonight, a
       couple weeks ago actually. Clear, brisk, not too bad for a
       midnight hunt. I was asked to track down a man, he had ran away
       from home with their valuables in tow, leaving two children and
       a wife to fend for themselves.
       So there I was, pointed in a direction, and following the tracks
       of a heavy cart and hoove prints, I of course decide to take it
       steady, they were fairly fresh, I had only arrived in Falkreath
       hours after this happened. They lead to a crumbling tower, I
       figured he had set camp for the night, and I was correct.
       however it seemed as if the guy had happened into a bit of bad
       luck. Now, I wasn't supposed to kill him, only subdue and bring
       him back to face the guards. Well, bandits had found him first,
       and while two were beating on the fool the rest were rummaging
       through his cart of goods. Nocking an arrow I let it fly. did I
       hit one of them? No, I was aiming for their lantern, which went
       out as planned. Promptly pulling down my hood I slipped behind a
       tree, of course one of them decided it was a good idea to check
       it out, now, this was a group of eight, seven by the time the
       guy rounded the tree and I swiftly placed a punch in his face,
       knocking the poor bloke out.
       With the grunting two more drew their swords, and came towards
       the tree. I dropped the body and bolted for the outside wall of
       the tower. I thought I had gone unnoticed, until well, a tap
       came on my shoulder and suddenly there was a fist in my face."
       The nords blinked, raising an eyebrow at his tale. "So, what
       happened next?" The Bosmer smirked, pulling back his hood to
       reveal nearly platinum-white hair. "I thought you said that I
       looked prissy." The other men laughed before the nord shook his
       head, "No, no! What is your name lad? You should really go on
       with that story."
       "Eilik Drakyrie, and maybe I will, if someone buys me another
       mead."
       (TO BE CONTINUED...)
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