Olpac? What in Oblivion does he want to know about him?

'Olpac gro-Baroth? What do you want with him?'

"How do you know him?" he got off of his horse

'He was an old friend. I'm sorry, but he's been dead for decades.'

"No." Ogozob replied in soft voice, he fell to his knees and gritted his teeth and remembered the Baroth saying, "Nothing is worth your tears" he wiped his tears and thanked Sauriil, "I will come with you, if you are a friend of my father, you're my friend, you're all I have left now."

'What of your friend?'

"His father and my father were like brothers they did everything together, he gave him a nickname, "Deadeye"."

'I was just asking Silv'eer here if he could aid me in delivering something, I'm sure you'll be willing to help as well. We need to South Wall Cornerclub. Be careful, strange folk find their way there.' Sauriil looks to the south, at a building with a few drunkarrds walking out. The club.

Name: Ranfire Felothi

Race: Dunmer

Gender: Female

Year of Birth: 1E 2881

Age: 1,363 years.  (30's in human years.)

Class: Sorcerer/Vampire

Edit: I typed vampire, I swear I typed Vampire . . . ugh.

(Dunmer are actually have a shorter lifespan than that of Altmer. They live for about 3,500 years. So your age would be 1,363 years. Your birth year would be 1E 2881.)

(Bosmer do have a much shorter lifespan. Comes with living in a place like Valenwood. Dunmer are closer to Altmer if I understand correctly. Finding good age references can be hard.)

(he changed it to Dunmer, guess he was used to the fact that you are always a Dunmer)

(I do like to play Bosmer. Dunmer have caught my interest though. I did somehow forget to add she's a vampire-If that's cool- must have deleted it when I hit CtrlZ for a typo)

(It is fine, but you will have to follow the vampire logic of TES III: Morrowind. The sun hurts you, meaning it does damage over time. You would probaby have to wear something enchanted, and silver and fire hurts, obviously, but more so than in Skyrim.)

(Continuing RP.)

Sauriil, Silv'eer, Ogorzob and Deadeye walked into the Club. Sitting there were mysterious people. And he could have sworn he saw someone slip some Moon-Sugar into his mead. Sauriil walked to the bartender and sat down on a stool.

"How about a turkey leg. All of us." Ogorzob looked at all of them to check if they wanted any.