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Not as good as the others, but heres mine.


Wow thats a neat looking sheet, never seen one designed that way, very nice. I'm always curious to see what folks make.
So in this timeline, did the dragonborn prophecy occur? and is the rest of tamriel in the same state that it was in during the event?
I'm curious. Been hoping to find an ES based rp to participate in.
As Acrius walked into the event with a body over his shoulder, Captain Helt, whom was in charge of the guard for the evening approached him, "What in all of Hitor is the meaning of this?!" he exclaimed. "Hm." Acrius mumbled, unaware at how him carrying a body through the streets was very out of the norm. He fumbled in his pockets with his free hand before producing the crest of the Royal Guard of Prince Leonidas from it.
The Captain swallowed and changed his tone after realising who he was talking to, "What happend here?"

"This man is an assassin," Acrius continued, nonplussed, not seeming affected by the man on his shoulder, "I believe he is after Prince Leonidas' life." "Assassins? Truely?" replied Helt in surprise.
"Speaking of, have you seen His Highness?" Acrius asked after. Helt simply pointed toward down the path, "His majesty is seated amongst his guard."
He then turned and ordered a trio of guards over from their posts, one was ordered to go and rouse the troops in the barracks, the other two to help take in the man that Acrius brought in.

"We shall take this man off your hands and send him to the keep for questioning. Thank you for your assistance." Helt gave an appreciative nod before turning to leave and began issuing orders for a redoubling of the guard.

(10 minutes later)

With a heavy thump, Rudolph falls off the side of his bed, unfortunatley knocking over the small side table that sat next to his it, a half empty cup and a couple of books fell on his head. With a loud grunt Rudolph clutched it in pain. He could just makeout a mans laughter from opposite him. "Not so good with the drink as you used to be eh?" said the man chuckling again.
Rudolph opened his eyes to the one who found his situation amusing, "...Oh, Fullar..." he said as he took a deep breath before hauling himself back onto the bed. "Can't sleep or something?" Rudolph retorted as he rubbed his heavily stubbled chin.
"Pretty much." Fullar nodded. Soon after, the door to the barracks were hastily opened as a soldier walked up to the two conscious men in the somewhat empty room, "Everything alright soldier?" Fullar asked semi-casually, "Captain Helt has ordered everyone whos currently able to report to him immediately. We've just been hit by assassins." the man informed before giving a brief salute and departing.
Fullar and Rudolph just looked at eachother for a moment before pushing themselves up from their beds and began readying themselves.
"Can I please get a bleedin' break!" Rudolph said with gritted teeth as he gathered his gear.

A few mintues later and the two men emerged from the barracks. They hastily made their way through a back-alley and down a street. The area certainly seemed more active, as guards and some soldiers whom were formerly enjoying themselves at the event were more actively patrolling and keeping watch of certain areas.
As the two turned to walk down another alley, Rudolph accidentally walked straight into one of two hooded figures who seemed to be in as much of a rush as they were. "Gah. Sorry." Rudolph grunted as he shifted to the side to let the man pass.
"In a rush yourselves eh?" Fullar asked the figures before them. "Yes, we have places to be." said the shorter of the two as they turned to walk off. The two then resumed their own journey, occasionally watching soldiers and guards as they did.
Rudolph was about to turn and leave himself, "Hold on." said Fullar as he held up a hand. He then began walking down the same route as the two men had done, "Where are you go..." Rudolph slumped and shook his head as decided to go after him anyway.

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Morgan stood at the end of the Duke's bed as the doctor did her work. The Duke himself would briefly regain consciousness for moment, but otherwise he remained silent.

Morgan turned and left the bedroom for a moment to give his lord some peace. Shortly after, he would be greeted by one of the serfs whom brought more news about the recent attacks from the other assassins, and that one had recently been captured. Morgan gave the servant a dismissive nod before making his way down the corridors to find Balthazar.
Two hooded men slowly made their way across the corridors of the keep, making sure to listen for any servants or guards who may be wandering around.

The men tried a few rooms in hopes on finding the target as soon as possible, and did well to prevent their own discovery.
And after searching for what seemed like an hour, they finally found their target.

The men briefly checked their surroundings before creeping in. One remained at the door as the lookout, and the other approached the sleeping Duke. The room was partially illuminated via the moon, for the curtains had only protected the bed. The man slowly and silently took a few steps across the room toward the slumbering Duke and withdrew a glistening knife.

"So you have come." the voice froze the assassin in surprise, "I presume you will not entertain the idea of offering a little information regarding the reason to your current circumstance?" asked the clearly awake Duke. He sat himself up within his bed, and observed the man before him, and then quickly glanced toward the man at the door. The two looked equally surprised.
"Though I suppose it is fruitless, as I am to die by your hand, am I not?" he rhetorically asked the man with the blade.

The assassin regained his composure, and stepped forward without replying. The Duke watched as the man approached, merely sitting there as though with little concern. "Hurry you fool! I think I hear company." came the voice of the lookout, the assassin took his eyes off the Duke for a brief moment as his comrade spoke to him. He turned back only to find that the Duke was no longer bed in his bed, but stood at the end of it with a shortsword in hand.

"My aide is already aware of your presence, and the guard are making their way here as we speak." the Duke readied his blade as he spoke, "It may be rare to find magic within Bergkoff, but before becoming a Duke, I had gained the knowledge on how to use a telepathy spell."

The assassin frustrated and desperate let out an aggrevated growl and leapt toward the Duke with his knife. The Duke easily parried the strike.
The two would dish out strikes at one another, the assailant apparently somewhat proficient with a blade. Neither managed to land a hit however.

Heavy footsteps could now be heard coming from further down the hall. "We're out of time! We need to go, now!" said the man at the door before turning to flee.
The Duke made for a few more strikes, only so he could prevent the assassin from escaping and buy the guard some more time.

The assassin took a few steps back as he parried the Dukes attacks and took a moment to grab a cushion from a nearby chair. The assassin retaliated with the cushion to block an in coming strike, to which the Duke clumsily cut down. The assassin then dashed past with ease as the Duke was caught off guard.

The Duke then turned to make another attempt as his assailant tried to get away, but with no success.
The man gave a quick glance back toward the Duke before swiftly leaving.
Shouts could be heard as guards began flooding the corridors as they searched for the tresspassers.

The Duke sat heavily onto his bed, suddenly feeling feverish. Morgan came into the room followed by a pair of guards. "Your grace! Are you alright?" he asked as he approached to check up on his lord. The man immediately noticed a small patch of blood on the Dukes side.
"The hooded people you mentioned...they may of been the ones who attacked me." he said before clutching his head. The Duke let out a pained sigh,"I do not feel well." he continued before falling back onto his bed fainting. "My lord!" Morgan spoke concerned, he then turned to the guards, "Bring his Doctor, quickly!" he ordered, and one of them hurried away as commanded.
Nightfall had come, and the festivities were in full swing. The Duke watched above from his bedroom window as the people enjoyed themselves, he then looked out beyond the walls, and into the darkness where the enemy rested. The Duke's mind was elsewhere however, lost in memories of happier times, back when his wife, the Duchess Livana still lived.

He sighed as he took a step back and closed his window. Shortly there was a knock on his door, and the Duke answered. The visitor was a short and uninteresting looking man, dressed in the same manner as the rest of the servants and serfs that worked within the castle, "Ah Morgan, what news do you bring?" he asked the man.

"I apologise for the lateness your grace, but I have recieved word of curious individuals, garbed in robes. I do not know of their intentions, but one of my eyes & ears caught wind of a few words spoken by them, it is assumed they may be allies with the orks." Morgan spoke as he handed the report to the Duke.

"I see." said the Duke as he took in this information, "This is most disturbing indeed. For now however, keep a close eye on these individuals, and inform me as soon as they move. Oh and please do deliver this information to Lord Balthazar, if he himself has not already gathered this information." he finished.

Morgan bowed in understanding "Of course your grace, I will do as you wish." and the man hastily left with purpose.

The Duke then closed the door and sat on his bed. He let out a tired sigh, "My dear Livana, how I wish for your guidence once more. You always knew how to handle these unsavoury situations." he said before readying himself to retire for the night.

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Some time before the end of the event, Rudolph accepted that he'd had enough to drink and it was time to call it a night.
With a bid goodnight to his comrades, he made his way back to the barracks.
Fullar joined him on the walk, both slightly intoxicated, but stable.

Away from the crowded area, the evening had a slight chill to it. The streets weren't busy, as most of the attention was at the event, so the way ahead was technically clear besides the odd patrol making their rounds.

"D-Did you hear about Brauer?" asked Rudolph with hand on head as a headache began to develop. "Yea, poor bastard. His mother will be on her own now, and she struggles as is." Fullar replied saddened at the thought, "I'll go visit her at the end of this on his behalf." he continued.

Next to the entrance to the barracks, the two men noticed the drunken and sleeping form of Captain Haart, several empty bottles lay around him, and he was sat upon a chair that seemed to barely support his large frame. "Evening Captain." said Fullar without even looking at the man before heading in, the Captain barely stirred, the man was too busy snoring away. Rudolph simply shook his head and chuckled as he walked past.

The barracks seemed quiet, which was pleasent for Rudolph's ever worsening headache. "Right, i'm off to bed then. See you in the morn'." Fullar waved to his friend before heading up the stairs. Rudolph sat for a moment and drew a pitcher of water, and took his time with the drink. "I'm getting too old for this." he said to himself under his breath. He sat alone for about a half hour before he could barely keep his eyes open, then surrendered himself to his bed.
Following the clean upon the walls, Rudolph would soon enough help out with the moving of the dead, dying and wounded, despite being relieved of his position on the wall to go and get rest.
He noticed the big lizardman leave the battlements, and gave a simple wave and nod toward him.

A couple of hours pass before Rudolph accepts his fatigue, and gives in. Along the way to the barracks, he bumped into Fullar, who apparently had been wounded during the siege. "Hey Rudolph." the man nodded somewhat disgruntled. "They finally got you eh?" Rudolph replied, somewhat teasing.
"A bit of armour would of helped ya." he followed smirking.

"You know I fight better without it." Fullar scoffed. Rudolph chuckled and gave the man a pat on the back, "Just be careful you silly bastard." he finished before turning to continue onward. Fullar simply waved him off as he did.
Rudolph managed to get some rest, but decided he'd join the festivities, he could do with a break.

The event itself, albeit last minute and cobbled together, was actually fun. A rare side of Rudolph came out at occasions like this, where instead of his usual grumpy exterior, he is now open and welcoming. Some of the soldiers that knew of him and his reputation were taken aback by his sudden change of persona. He spent much of the time sharing stories and jovial banter.
Though Rudolph had finally relaxed, he was partly still on edge. He occasionally looked around him and watched as people went about their business. He was expecting there to be some sort of orc surprise attack, or something else entirely that he had to watch out for.

@PagemasterSee you around bud.
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