There was a dark cloud that covered the whole of Kvatch, the sun was nowhere to be seen, even though it was only six o’clock. In the distance there was a lightning storm on the horizon that was slowly getting closer. In a rundown tavern called ‘The Crazy Horseman’ in the rougher part of Kvatch, three men sat around a table talking. There was a huge amount of meat and bread on a plate and three full mugs of mead. The room was smoky from the huge fire that was blazing in the centre of the floor, loads of other people filled the room singing and talking, most who had just finished work and wanted to spend their hard earned money.

“So ‘The Hundred Hounds’ are we all settled on this then. That’s what we’re gunna call our mercenary company?” A Dunmer by the name of Fendryn spoke, smiling to his two friends who sat next to him. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” A slightly chubby Nord shouted with food spitting out of his mouth. “I can’t be bothered arguing with you about bloody names! I think the blood legion would be better, but you always end up getting your own way in the end so have it.” He wiped away crumbs from his beard with the back of his hands.

“Ulrer like I’ve said a thousand times it sounds childish, something I would of made up when I was twelve, using sticks for swords. We need a name that sounds professional and would make people pay a huge amount of money to make us help them fight. So Quintus are you happy with it then?”

“O o o kay, it’s… g g good for me” An old imperial shrugged over the table, nodded his head at Fendryn.

“Good we’ll start recruiting in the morning and putting the word out!” Raising his mug to centre of the table. “In the meantime however let us drink until we can’t sta…” 

Suddenly just has Fendryn was about to finish his sentence, a fat man barged through the doors screaming. “CREATURES, HORRIBLE CREATURES HAVE ENTRERED THE CITY THEY’RE KILLIN EVERYONE AND BURNIN DOWN EVERYTHIN!” Sweat was dripping down his face. He looked around at everyone breathing heavily, everybody was looking at him like he was a crazy person. He then finally shouted, “EVERYBODY RUN” He then ran back out of the tavern, leaving everyone in silence. They could hear distant screaming.

Fendryn put down his mug again, sighed and slumped back into his chair, “Just when I thought we could relax.”