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[center][b]Day/Time:[/b] Day Three - Evening
[b]Location:[/b] Skyrim
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Mattchstick][@Zarkun][@DracoLunaris][@Lugubrious][/center]
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The Stormcloaks remained grounded. The Nords thought for sure that they had made a fatal mistake leaving the fortress until the group that they had once thought were enemies returned fire. One of them transformed into a steel god and began firing back upon the Forsworn. The Dwarven machine produced ranged technology that they believed only Dwarves could make and likewise returned fire. The blue witch sang an enchanting melody that filled their once calm blood with a vigorous energy. The Stormcloaks were in awe and watched as the enemy began to dwindle beneath their firepower.

The overconfident Forsworn were being picked off left and right by enemies they had never seen before. When the largest and strongest in their group collapsed like trees in the snow with their brains exploding behind them, without much of an organized leader, the Forsworn started to retreat. Eleven of their soldiers fell in the snow, leaving behind the valuable technology that the Stormcloaks had lacked. Ulfric saw this and waited until all the Forsworn had ceased fire and retreated before he rose off the ground and ordered to his men, [color=a0410d][b]“Go grab as much of those weapons as you can carry!”[/b][/color]

The Stormcloaks grunted in acknowledgement and quickly rose off of their bellies to race over to the fallen loot. Ulfric then walked over to the mysterious soldiers, gazing them over as though he were surveying beings that shouldn’t exist. After a momentary pause, he spoke, [color=a0410d][b]“Thank you. I thought for certain we had fallen into their trap. For days we have been holed up in the fortress, waiting for the Forsworn to inevitably take us. Now that you are here, we have a chance to drive them out of Markarth. Then again…”[/b][/color] Ulfric frowned in thought. [color=a0410d][b]“There are few of you than there are in Markarth. The Forsworn are not the real threat. It is the machine gods who provide them with weapons, but let us not delay. Come, we shall return to the fortress and continue our talk there.”[/b][/color]

The Stormcloaks returned holding the weapons dropped by the Forsworn. They held them like tree branches unsure how to properly hold or wield them. They followed after their lord, the Nords moving swiftly for no one could determine how soon the enemy would attack again. As the party began to move out, their march was halted by a [url=https://youtu.be/pDYjzw3gDsQ]thunderous sound[/url]…

The shout seemed to shake the land. Stormcloak, hero, and the steel gods were able to hear the eldritch power that resonated from the mountains. Ulfric held out his arms. His eyes frantically darted about. He had thought they had been attacked by the steel gods. As the shout faded into a quiet echo, Ulfric calmed and turned back to face the group.

He reassured them, [color=a0410d][b]“That shout was not our enemy. It is a power that I thought I would never hear in my lifetime. I had heard only stories of it until now. That voice was The Greybeards. They are calling for one of you…As much as I would like for the five of you to stay together, I am not foolish enough to have you ignore the call of the Greybeards. They have taken interest in one of you. I do not know who but they are calling you to High Hrothgar. The journey is cold, arduous, and filled with danger. Whoever chooses to make the ascent, I cannot nor my men accompany you.”[/b][/color]

Ulfric turned back toward the fortress. [color=a0410d][b]“Think about your decision. I can show whoever decides to go a way to get there in the fortress.”[/b][/color]

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[b][u]Enemies Killed[/u]:[/b] 11
[b][u]Total Enemies Survived[/u]:[/b] 9
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[b]Location:[/b] Withdrawn

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[b][u]GM Note[/u]:[/b] The Greybeards call for one. Decide as a team who should go. The mission will be a side mission separate from the main, but the player will return later to participate in the main mission. [color=fff200][b]XP has been initiated. Any actions or decisions your characters decide to make will affect the mission from this point on. Consequences can either be positive or negative. The results are only seen every GM post.[/b][/color]

[h3]P.O.[/h3]
[i]If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can @Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.[/i]

[b]P.O.:[/b] [color=fff200][b]Mr. President[/b][/color], Azura, Vent, Captain Piper, and Ruben.

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[u]Mr. President[/u]
[b]Battle:[/b] 5
[b]Kills:[/b] 0
[b]Assists:[/b] 0
[b]Word Count:[/b] 2
[b]Total XP:[/b] 7

[u]Azura[/u]
[b]Battle:[/b] 5
[b]Kills:[/b] 0
[b]Assists:[/b] 2
[b]Word Count:[/b] 3
[b]Total XP:[/b] 10

[u]Vent[/u]
[b]Battle:[/b] 5
[b]Kills:[/b] 7
[b]Assists:[/b] 0
[b]Word Count:[/b] 2
[b]Total XP:[/b] 14

[u]Captain Piper[/u]
[b]Battle:[/b] 5
[b]Kills:[/b] 2
[b]Assists:[/b] 2
[b]Word Count:[/b] 3
[b]Total XP:[/b] 12

[u]Ruben[/u]
[b]Battle:[/b] 5
[b]Kills:[/b] 2
[b]Assists:[/b] 0
[b]Word Count:[/b] 2
[b]Total XP:[/b] 9[/hider]