[center][h1][color=crimson]Aenor[/color][/h1][/center]

It was another cold night in the mountain crags of the Reach, and Aenor Maelys was hunched by the campfire to keep herself warm. In the flickering of the fire she went over the note she got from a courier about a week ago once again [color=crimson]"The Dark Brotherhood..."[/color] she murmured under her breath. Was she truly ready to join the infamous group of shadowy assassins? Was she ready to kill so many? She looked up from the campfire and looked at the several dead Stormcloaks around her, reminding herself that she had more or less been killing for a hobby since the war ended and didn't do much different before that anyway. So yes, she decided that she was definitely ready to join the Brotherhood. She rode on a dead Stormcloaks horse to Falkreath the next morning. 

[color=crimson]"Silence, my brother"[/color] she said to the overly decorated door, she considered saying something in jest like "the Lute" or "Drums" but decided against it as the door might end up permanently baring her access. The birds chirped and the wolves howled for several moments until the blasted door finished taking its time opening and Aenor was finally granted access. She walked down the chipped stone steps into a spacious open hall and immediately noticed a woman standing to the side [color=crimson]"Hello? I suppose you're a part of the Brotherhood aren't you. Well I got your note."[/color]

[center][h1][color=blueviolet]Alaus[/color][/h1][/center]
[color=blueviolet]"Bah!"[/color] Alaus Loreltheim scoffed [color=blueviolet]"You idiots! You Nords are just as bad as the Imperials! You're all children the lot of you!"[/color] he howled at the entire College of Winterhold, neglecting the fact that Nords were one of the least present races at the college. Alaus was, as usual, furious with the Archmage and the teachers of the College for not teaching the magic schools of Mysticism and Thaumaturgy which had now not been used in 300 years. He stormed off the premises into the snowy wastes, walking across the northern coastline when out of nowhere a courier appeared to give him a letter. [color=blueviolet]"You lot always appear in the strangest of places, but very well"[/color] Alaus grumbled as he tore open the note. [color=blueviolet]"Hmph, well its about time they got around to contacting me"[/color] he muttered tossing the note to the wind.

It was a remarkably bad snowstorm in Dawnstar, although there always seemed to be a remarkably bad snowstorm in Dawnstar and Alaus Loreltheim was trudging through the snow wondering where this black door was supposed to be. He had been a part of the Brotherhood for sometime now, but after his previous sanctuary had been destroyed in the Great War he was forced to become a wanderer once again. Fortunately for Alaus he had the magical capabilities to protect himself from awful weather like at the moment, much to the envy of the Dawnstar guards who gave him only glares, either because of the fact he was an Altmer Mage or because they were jealous or perhaps a bit of both. Eventually he found the black door, did the silly little performance each sanctuary door made you do and entered. Inside he found an interesting looking pair, a Nord barkeep and a wild eyed wolf like man. [color=blueviolet]"Salutations, the name is Alaus Loreltheim and I'm your new brother"[/color].

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