"So sleeping on the floor? well ill give you points for that."

"it's what I'm used to. Not many beds at the Thieves Guild and I'm the only one I know who likes to sleep in secluded areas. To be fair, the floor, to me, is the most comfortable spot anyhow."

"Fair, I guess, Those guys back in the bar? those were morog tong, dunmer assassins. They were after me."

"Oooooohhhhh, okay, now I don't feel so bad about having an arrow go through that guy's eye."

An old man wearing Archmage robes and Daedric gauntlets walks up to them. 'I see you want to find a Dragon Priest.'

(He is still out there)

(What?)

(we are planning to find all of them, the priests are still alive and have the masks)

(the very beginning of the thread states that we are going to look for it)

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(the very beginning of the thread states that we are going to look for it)

(Whoops, sorry. I'll quickly edit the description of my character).

Sauriil then tells them, 'I happen to be looking for a certain Dragon Priest myself. Zahkriisos. His mask can be useful. These Daedric Gauntlets are a curse from the Dovahthur, an ancient forgotten Daedra of Dark Magic that took over Tamriel. They cause me to die from any shock magic even if it be a mere spark. As for the Dovahthur, he is part Dragon, part man but isn't Dragonborn. You wouldn't know who he is, you weren't born then...Tiberius. We can help each other. I will always be willing to help a noble soul. Especially one I know.' Sauriil smiled kindly. 'That is if you can take care of a 3,000 year old Altmer mage. Just kidding, I can be independent. I would say that it is foolish to fight a Dragon Priest. but I sense an ancient power within you. I believe you can cleanse Tamriel of their filth.'

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(the very beginning of the thread states that we are going to look for it)

(Whoops, sorry. I'll quickly edit the description of my character).

Sauriil then tells them, 'I happen to be looking for a certain Dragon Priest myself. Zahkriisos. His mask can be useful. These Daedric Gauntlets are a curse from the Dovahthur, an ancient forgotten Daedra of Dark Magic that took over Tamriel. They cause me to die from any shock magic even if it be a mere spark. As for the Dovahthur, he is part Dragon, part man but isn't Dragonborn. You wouldn't know who he is, you weren't born then...Tiberius. We can help each other. I will always be willing to help a noble soul. Especially one I know.' Sauriil smiled kindly. 'That is if you can take care of a 3,000 year old Altmer mage. Just kidding, I can be independent. I would say that it is foolish to fight a Dragon Priest. but I sense an ancient power within you. I believe you can cleanse Tamriel of their filth.'

(You do know we are sealed in a tomb right? how did you get in?)

(You don't know the power of the Dark Side . . . uh, magic.)

(Just go with the whole magic thing)

The Breton looked at the Altmer mage in disgust when he mentioned magic, "You are going to get on my nerves real quick if you keep talking about magic. I hate it almost as much as I hate the Dark Brotherhood. Besides, since now I know you don't like electricity, I can electrocute you if you do end up getting on my bad side. I may not like magic, but I was born in to a magical family so I know a few powerful spells that would do the trick." 

'Fair enough.' Sauriil shrugged.

"Thank you." Norcon Sat back down on the floor