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    voren got back up and headed to solitude

    { Iliara - Hired Assassin - Hunter }

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    Stopping for a moment, she glanced back at the shadowed forest before a grim appearance fitted her face. Gripping the black dagger, she started forward once again just as a light snow began to fall from the clouded sky. She had finished her target and that was all that was needed. Soon enough she would get her full pay.

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    "man i need to fine work"

    Solas turned, his axe's pommel held down, pushing the blade lightly into the ground. He glanced around, and noticed a man stick his sword into the ground. He scoffed and smiled under his helmet. Usually this was a sign of a man wanting to duel. But Solas really wasn't interested in fighting anyone he wasn't paid to kill.

    voren pulls down his hood

    Korst sighed "Looks like this man doesn't want a challenge" he murmured. He took his sword out of the frozen, worn out ground and as he was about to sheath is he heard a loud roar that came from no natural creature of Skyrim. It was no other than a dragon and soon it's shadow fell apon the inoccent people that surrounded Korst. He smiled and held his ground looks like he, the other man, and the guards of the hold would have to defend the people. The scarred adventurer walked up to the middle of the stone street and his eyes searched the sky for the scales and wings of this monster.


    ooc: what city are they in anyways?

    voren see some thing in the sky,puts his hood on and runs after it

    Solas looks straight up and whips his battle axe out. He was in a skilled champions stance, and one of the best fighters in Tamriel. But with Dragons... He couldn't get the cowards close enough...

    voren gets there "wow hes big" then pulls out both his swords

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    The elf glanced upwards, a smirk forming on her face before she took out her darkened bow and moved from the cover of the trees. Nocking a narrow she glanced at the stranger near her before her blue gaze flickered towards the gray sky, the snow affecting her aim. With a growl, she lifted her bow once agai and finally spotted the dull scales of the dragon against the sky.

    voren stood there thinking

    Korst barley noticed the elf beside him. He noticed her wait patiently for the perfect strike. Then he caught sight of some of the guards arrows fumble until one hit the dragon. It shot a fireball in rage at a group of people, Korst ran to them saying "Get out!" He pushed a woman and a kid aside and kneeled down with his face looking at the cold ground. Less than a second later the fireball struck his thick armor, not causing enough damage to penetrate but sure as hell causing pain to the Nord. His back stung, yet not letting hismelf look weak he stood up gasping and grabbed his giant sword ready for battle. The dragon looked as if he was going to land soon, seeing as he had no power in the sky.

    "i cant get him from here!"

    With a curse, she pushed the Nord aside as yet another flame struck before ducking behind the wall. "Come on you flying lizard! Land!" She yelled towards the dragon circling above. After a moment it landed, causing the ground to shuddered. Regaining her composure, she looses the arrow and a mere second later it pierced the dragon's silver scales. The second arrow wasn't so fortunate and the creature advanced, steam trickling from it's nostrils. She loaded a third arrow.

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    voren jumps on top of it and stabs it with both of his swords

    At the same time Korst rushed at it stabbing his cold steel blade through the unarmoured spot which the elf's arrow revealed. The sword pierced his neck and the dragon bursted out a large fire before it had met it's quick death. The flame squeezed out through the gash in its neck and the Nord was forced to take out his hands from his swords grip. He stood back, watching as the sword that was stuck in its neck became coated in the beasts fires. The ancient nordic steel became a more vibrant red each second. Once the flame had died, Korst walked over and took out the sword. He watched as steam emanated from it. Once it cooled he grabbed a clump of snow from the ground and cleaned his blade. He sheathed it, looked at the others, and said nothing, he simply chuckled in his deep, harsh voice.

    Straightening, she stared at the laughing Nord. Her blue eyes narrowed only slightly before her gaze flickered around the small village of Winterhold. Deciding she might as well stay for a night at the Inn, she pulled her cloak tighter around herself. Sheathing her elven bow, Ilaira started towards the small structure of an Inn. After a second she glanced back towards the others would had also engaged in the fight, just as the corner of her mouth curved upwards into a small smile.

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    voren back flipped off

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    Lucidia stepped into the sanctuary, eyes adjusting to her dimly-lit home.



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