"Not really," Falin sat back down, pulling out some dried meat from a satchel. "I know how to make just a few potions. Being a close follower of the Green Pact is limiting too." Tearing off a bite of the dried meat, she offered the satchel to the others.

"i'm not hungry. So tell me about this green pact" said Hadar putting his dagger away

Shakes his head as he holds up a hand, drawing his sword and a whetstone as he begins to run it across his blade. He, too, is curious of what the Green Pact is, but doesn't wish to speak of it outloud.

Falin nodded, putting the pouch away. "The Green Pact is the sacred agreement being the Bosmer and the god Y'ffre. In exchange for giving us our form and stability, we have to live by certain rules. Some easier than others."

"Is it true? Bosmer are ritualistic cannibals?" He asks after he gets done tampering with his sword, replacing the whetstone in a pouch on his waist.

Falin hesitated, knowing the tension the answer could bring. "It . . . is a part of the Pact, yes. Under the Meat Mandate we cannot eat of any plant life and slain enemies must be consumed within three days. A large number of Bosmer have begun to stray away from the Pact, however."

"i'm sure a young lady like you wouldn't do such thing"

Falin was silent as she tore off another bite of dried meat.

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Falin was silent as she tore off another bite of dried meat.

"well we musn't dwell in our pasts, it will only bring pain, what has been done is done and can't be changed..." Hadar looked at the ground "I have lived in seclusion almost all my life trying to hone my skill...my parents were killed when i was very young.....but I try not to think too much about it..." said Hadar still looking at the ground while polishing his dagger "anyways where are you headed" asked Hadar looking up at Falin then looking at Tiberuis and back to Falin

"I was just headed back to Valenwood for awhile."

"well i was headed to the mountain ranges...Hav-Haven't you heard of the cultists that randomly appeared recently?" he had asked Tiberuis and Falin a question he was hoping they would say yes to

(Kinda late, but meh.)

Name: Sauriil Adorin

Age: He's in his mid 6000's

Gender: Male

Species: Altmer/Aedra

Major skills: Knows all spells from all schools of magic.

Weapon/s: Staff of Magnus, a Whole-Crap-Ton-of-Destruction-and-Conjuration Spells,

Armor:

Shouts: Unrelenting Force, Fire Breath, Frost Breath, Dragonrend, Call Dragon (Draalfahdrem)

History: Sauriil Adorin is Nerevarine, he defeated Dagoth Ur. For years he wandered, until he met his brother, Dovahthur. Dovahthur was a dark creature, a mere shadow of his former self. Sauriil defeated him, or so he thought. After he met Makor gro-Baroth, Gol'diir, Falin, Deadeye and Zork. They defeated many evils together, until Zork sacrificed himself. Falin, Makor and Sauriil became the Immortals, ordered by the Gods to protect Nirn aided by pieces of their corresponding God inside of them, Sauriil with Auri-El, Makor with Malacath and Falin with Y'ffre. Later he meets Veyd Sahvos they also defeat evils. Now he travels . . . 

Home Hold: Sauriil hasn't visited Skyrim (because it is boring, of course) in centuries and travels Nirn. But he mostly visits Vvardenfell as it is his birthplace.

Misc: Being Nerevarine he has no need for sleep, food or drink and he is resistant to all disease. He also has the ability to use the powers of Auri-El, although this drains him of his strength and he gets into a coma for a whole week. And an even more powerful ability will cause Auri-El to take control of his body. This will put him into a coma for a whole month.

Misc 2: Sauriil has created many more spells, and an entire school of magic. This school of magic is called Divination, which allows the user to create whatever they wish (among other Divine powers), even if it doesn't exist (yet). This school of magic requires immense skill and, so far, is only know by Sauriil Adorin. He also knows of spells forgotten, or never learned by mortals. For example: Black Fire.

(ehh black fire :D, by the way, Alexa, Jake and Hadar can all use Black fire)

Sauriil felt the wind on his face, as he soared through the air. Levitation. A spell forgotten in Nirn.

In the Second Era it was widespread but now none but himself knew of it. At least that he knows of.

But in the midst of his flight, his vision blurred. His concentration broke and he fell. Far he fell. He began to see images of the Black Fire engulfing towns, sacrifices, Padomay and Anu . . . lost.

Sauriil slammed into ground, dirt and pebbles tossed into the air. He heard heard a sickening crack followed by immense pain. As he stood up, he felt a warm fluid pouring down his arm. As he walked by he noticed the camp. Slowly, he walked in, muttering words in a language known not by mortals. The language of the Divines themselves.

Sauriil looked upon the group, noticing three figures. He couldn't make out who they were, for his vision, got only worse as time passed. Only the Divination protected him from complete blindness.

Falin jumped, hearing the loud crash. She lept to her feet and looked around. She saw Sauriil stumble in. "By Y'ffre . . . Sauriil!"