Mirkrilaar

Toxikyle

"Just like you would do if I pulled that horse off you. Now, the bone?"

*He rolls his eyes.*

"Fine! Its in the satchel."

"Now, was that so hard?"

Perlos opens the satchel and takes the bone. Then, he grabs the horse's leg and pulls the animal off the bewildered agent.

"There's a healer's just inside the north gate. Go get yourself patched up, and consider it a miracle from Stendarr that I didn't finish you off."

Toxikyle

Mirkrilaar

Toxikyle

"Just like you would do if I pulled that horse off you. Now, the bone?"

*He rolls his eyes.*

"Fine! Its in the satchel."

"Now, was that so hard?"

Perlos opens the satchel and takes the bone. Then, he grabs the horse's leg and pulls the animal off the bewildered agent.

"There's a healer's just inside the north gate. Go get yourself patched up, and consider it a miracle from Stendarr that I didn't finish you off."

*He sighs*

"Id prefer it if you did."

*He rolls over and crawls away slowly, leg broken.*

Perlos turns to the guard.

"Now as for you, you've done what I asked, and now you're a dead man due to that." He looks around. "We're just outside Dragonstar. You've got Highrock to the north, Cyrodiil is east, and Skyrim is right between." He hands the guard a small pouch with 40 septims in it. "Choose your destination, and good luck"

Toxikyle

Perlos turns to the guard.

"Now as for you, you've done what I asked, and now you're a dead man due to that." He looks around. "We're just outside Dragonstar. You've got Highrock to the north, Cyrodiil is east, and Skyrim is right between." He hands the guard a small pouch with 40 septims in it. "Choose your destination, and good luck"

*He holds it in his hands, unsure of himself. He puts it in his pocket.*

"...okay..."

*He starts to walk East, towards Cyrodiil.*

Mirkrilaar

Toxikyle

Perlos turns to the guard.

"Now as for you, you've done what I asked, and now you're a dead man due to that." He looks around. "We're just outside Dragonstar. You've got Highrock to the north, Cyrodiil is east, and Skyrim is right between." He hands the guard a small pouch with 40 septims in it. "Choose your destination, and good luck"

*He holds it in his hands, unsure of himself. He puts it in his pocket.*

"...okay..."

*He starts to walk East, towards Cyrodiil.*

"Alright," Perlos muttered to himself. "I pulled a horse off a guy who didn't want me to, and helped another defect from his home country after making him a fugitive. Good deed quota fulfilled."

He pulls out the claw. "Where next, Mir?"

Mirkrilaar

"Look as you may, I am not physically in the room."

"Who are you?" Delves calls out.

"Grettings wunduniikke. I am Mirkrilaar. My bones have been spread across Tamriel for many mortal years now, and I eagerly await their reunification." 

Mirkrilaar

"Grettings wunduniikke. I am Mirkrilaar. My bones have been spread across Tamriel for many mortal years now, and I eagerly await their reunification." 

"Ahh, so the stories were true. I would assume that this is indeed one of your bones?" Says Delves.

Mindahdeinmaar

Mirkrilaar

"Grettings wunduniikke. I am Mirkrilaar. My bones have been spread across Tamriel for many mortal years now, and I eagerly await their reunification." 

"Ahh, so the stories were true. I would assume that this is indeed one of your bones?" Says Delves.

"Geh, it is. It feels good to have it be warmed by your hands."

Mirkrilaar

"Geh, it is. It feels good to have it be warmed by your hands."

"Well, finding the bones should be easier now. I have read that dragons can sense their bones. Also, let me say that it is an honor to be talking with a dragon." Delves adds.

Mindahdeinmaar

Mirkrilaar

"Geh, it is. It feels good to have it be warmed by your hands."

"Well, finding the bones should be easier now. I have read that dragons can sense their bones. Also, let me say that it is an honor to be talking with a dragon." Delves adds.

"Pruzah! It is good to be respected again."

Toxikyle

Mirkrilaar

Toxikyle

Perlos turns to the guard.

"Now as for you, you've done what I asked, and now you're a dead man due to that." He looks around. "We're just outside Dragonstar. You've got Highrock to the north, Cyrodiil is east, and Skyrim is right between." He hands the guard a small pouch with 40 septims in it. "Choose your destination, and good luck"

*He holds it in his hands, unsure of himself. He puts it in his pocket.*

"...okay..."

*He starts to walk East, towards Cyrodiil.*

"Alright," Perlos muttered to himself. "I pulled a horse off a guy who didn't want me to, and helped another defect from his home country after making him a fugitive. Good deed quota fulfilled."

He pulls out the claw. "Where next, Mir?"

"Look to where the roots to the downfall of the Emperor reside. There, you will find the house of the Necromancer."

Mirkrilaar

DovahKiinZaan

*Dinok gets a nail*

"They heat it up then they'll put it into a mould"

*He melts the nail into a curve*

"I'm not a blacksmith so I don't know. Haha"

*Some sailors unhook the moors.*

 

*The ship stars to move again. Three or four days go by after eating salted meats and sleeping from boredom half the time. The ship finally makes a stop in Woodhearth. Far in the west of Valenwood. You hear a loud thud as the ship docks and wake up suddenly.*

Mirkrilaar

Toxikyle

"Alright," Perlos muttered to himself. "I pulled a horse off a guy who didn't want me to, and helped another defect from his home country after making him a fugitive. Good deed quota fulfilled."

He pulls out the claw. "Where next, Mir?"

"Look to where the roots to the downfall of the Emperor reside. There, you will find the house of the Necromancer."

Perlos ponders for a while. "Roots... a plant perhaps. Downfall of the emperor-Jarrin! Stros M'kai!" He hires a carriage to take him to Hegathe.

Mirkrilaar

"Pruzah! It is good to be respected again."

"Where should we go next, Mirkrilaar?" Delves asks.