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[riezxplicit]

An Oblivion gate has been opened once again. This time in Skyrim. The forboding hellscape begins to merge with Riften. Pools of lava accumulate in small depressions throughout the hold. Daedra and Dremora spot the lands owned by The Rift and seek out mortals to manipulate and destroy. 

 

A master summoner stands atop a hill out of harms way  to view the carnage and chaos. His dark robes blend into the night even with the moon at its brightest. The only thing seen is his glowing eyes and the glint of his ornate custom made bow. 

 

The trees and foliage have been possessed by the hellscape of Oblivion and are as dangerous as the daedra themselves. The air is unnaturally colder than the cool air of Skyrim. This gate is slightly larger than normal and give way to  deadlier daedra, larger than a giant. While scrbbling some notes in a journal he witnesses a forest troll taking on a group of daedroth and is quickly dispatched. The Summoner writes more notes and catches a glimpse of some people making their way through the tree line...

 

 

 

[hornawalki]

The Inn of the Dripping Dagger sat on the lower eastern side of the High Road, one of the busiest roads in the entire city. Built to withstand a siege and with the battle scars to prove it, the Inn is known around the city as one of the best in the city, with great service and friendly patrons all too ready to throw out any trouble makers.

 

Filled with laughter and good cheer, it is a warm and inviting place despite the battle scars, with many seats for foot weary patrons, tables for cards and dice and any other sort of games one might wish to play. A private room is set for parties and patrons that desire privacy, and on the door of said room is currently stabled a note and several forms that read as thus.

 

“To all of whom might take interest, a vile plot made by the Zhentarim has been uncovered that threatens the stability of the Sword Coast and beyond. Should you wish to take part in the effort to thwart this insidious plan, please fill out a registry form below this notice and slide it beneath the door when you are finished, we shall then review and ask for a short interview should we find you a suitable addition to our party.”

 

Signed, Sir Kylan Redshield.

 

Below the finely penned sign are stapled the forms. On top pinoy serial of each is a notice written in a different hand.

 

*This form carries an enchantment that prevents false information from being written down, so do be kind and try not to deceive us, we’re not particularly fond of that and are very good at sniffing out liars*

[donjuanismo]

Great writing and vivid imagination. 

 

The Inn of the Dripping Dagger sat on the lower eastern side of the High Road, one of the busiest roads in the entire city. Built to withstand a siege and with the battle scars to prove it, the Inn is known around the city as one of the best in the city, with great service and friendly patrons all too ready to throw out any trouble makers.

 

Filled with laughter and good cheer, it is a warm and inviting place despite the battle scars, with many seats for foot weary patrons, tables for cards and dice and any other sort of games one might wish to play. A private room is set for parties and patrons that desire privacy, and on the door of said room is currently stabled a note and several forms that read as thus.

 

“To all of whom might take interest, a vile plot made by the Zhentarim has been uncovered that threatens the stability of the Sword Coast and beyond. Should you wish to take part in the effort to thwart this insidious plan, please fill out a registry form below this notice and slide it beneath the door when you are finished, we shall then review and ask for a short interview should we find you a suitable addition to our party.”

 

Signed, Sir Kylan Redshield.

 

Below the finely penned sign are stapled the forms. On top pinoy serial of each is a notice written in a different hand.

 

*This form carries an enchantment that prevents false information from being written down, so do be kind and try not to deceive us, we’re not particularly fond of that and are very good at sniffing out liars*