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       Re: Lost Knights of Kvatch Playground
       By: Callidus Thorn Date: May 7, 2014, 4:49 pm
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       Delvam unsteadily made his way back to Kvatch, his once gleaming
       armour now scarred and dented. The guards took one look at him
       as he approached, and the braver of the two caled out. "What in
       Akatosh's name happened to you?"
       Delvam glared at him, reining in his anger before replying. "A
       band of rogue mages, daedra summoners, ambushed me on the road,
       four of them. They had a degree of skill."
       The other one spoke up at this, looking to his companion. "'Ere,
       didn't we overhear that redhead saying something about rogue
       mages? To that sneaky friend of hers?"
       The first guardsman frowned for a moment as he thought back,
       then nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, you might want to have words with
       her dunmer, she might know something about them." Delvam
       grimaced at that, but his anger overrode it.
       The enraged Dunmer staggered to the smithy, not bothering to try
       to make out the name on the sign, and began hammering on the
       door. "Open up smith! I've work for you." The irate smith
       refused to open the door, until Delvam threatened to blow it to
       splinters, and Delvam barged his way inside as it opened. No
       sooner had he entered than he began stripping off his battered
       armour, drawing a red silk robe from his pack to wear, followed
       by an ebony dagger, carrying the gleam of enchantment.
       "You see this dagger? It's worth at least five times the value
       of that armour. Have it repaired for me by morning, and it's
       yours as payment." The smith's expression flickered between
       outrage and avarice, until finally, the latter won out, and he
       began to gather up the armour plates. Satisfied that the smith
       would work through the night, Delvam returned to the Nine Wench
       tavern, still in a foul mood. No sooner had he entered than he
       called for a bottle of wine, and all but demanded a room from
       the innkeeper. With half the eyes of the tavern on him, he
       slumped down in an empty chair at Anais' table, setting his pack
       beside him. Once more he looked her square in the eyes, and
       asked bluntly; "The guards at the gate claim you spoke of rogue
       mages recently, daedra summoners perhaps?. I was attacked on the
       road by such a band. Do you know anything of them?"
       #Post#: 3135--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Lost Knights of Kvatch Playground
       By: Colonel Mustard Date: May 24, 2014, 1:29 pm
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       The Nine Wenches Tavern, look for a mage with red hair. That was
       what the flyer Carlin had found by the main gate of Kvatch had
       said.
       It contents were interesting; coin for combat and a delve into
       an Ayleid ruin. Fighting he could do, and do well, but what
       truly caught his attention was the expedition into the the
       ruins. He had not heard of any such sites near to Kvatch, and
       any leads he could find, any texts of history that might have
       survived or any carvings he could read would be of great use to
       him. There could be something of value here, something that
       might let him get rid of the blade.
       As if sensing he was thinking of it, a shiver of its anger
       rocketed up into his mind. He quashed it.
       The night was warm, clouds scudding across the sky as he pushed
       open the door of the tavern. The heat and sound of dozens of
       people in a single space hit him as he opened the door, and he
       blinked a moment, taken aback. Stepping inside, he cast around
       the room.
       Red-haired woman, table near the bar. Robes, attire of a mage.
       Most likely who he wanted.
       "Excuse me," he said, approaching the table. "I picked up a
       flyer outsider talking about an expedition to an Ayleid site, in
       relation to Doomstones. Are you the mage they mentioned?"
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