ESRP Chapter One

=had set up a small stand when he see's someone come out of the blacksmith's so he calls out to him=

can i help you sir?

After the young Nord fled, I stepped into the Miner's Barracks. to write two letters. One to Sven Ironhand and one to Nicholas the Enchanter. A Nord Merchant and a Breton Mage.

To Sven, I wrote:

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To Nicholas the Enchanter:

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I sealed both of these letters and picked up the bag of soul gems I had promised the Breton. I got up from the desk and left the Miner's Barracks. I caught a courier on his way south and gave him the letters, I paid him more then enough. He said he would deliver them as fast as he could. Sven was the closest, so he was going to go there first. After he was out of sight, I went back to the Miner's Barracks to get the iron we've gathered from the mine. I lifted one of crates filled with iron, and brought it to the wagon I would be taking up to the Ironhands' Estate. The Smithy was detached from the estate, but they were on the same grounds.

Rolaf came walking through the door and placed a knapsack down on the table in front of me. I yawned and flicked the hood open, my eyes lifting in surprise.

You did well. I wouldn't have thought Riverwood had this many poisons. This covers the whole favour. Thank you.

He simply nods and opens the door for me to walk out. I meander my way back up the street, where the group is waiting for me.

I thought you would have carried on.

=He looked over at the assassin while leaning on the porch railing=

I decided to see if you would be serious in accompanying us on this mission.

I'm paid to keep you alive. It's no choice really. I couldn't care less about you or your group. I just care about my reputation.

Humor me, Assassin. Who payed you to keep me alive, and wherefore?

I don't ask and they don't tell. And I'm to keep you alive, and here's the exact quote for you, "Until you are meant to die".

I gave a short laugh

Mysterious. But not for me to question.

Hmm. Indeed. Well, shadow-stepper, I suppose we should be on our way then, hmm?

Nothing was ever stopping you in the first place.

I slide an apple out of my pocket and begin eating that as we set off.

=gets a weird look from the guards so he packs up and leaves riverwood and sets out=

When I finished loading the cart I took a swig of water, from a nearby tankard. I downed its contents quickly and set the tankard down on a nearby barrel. I tied the horse up to the wagon, and then set off to the Ironhands' estate. By Carriage it would take at least the whole day to get there. As long as the roads were free of bandits and people in need of aid.

(the wagon is going the same speed as the wagon in the Introduction to Skyrim.)

=eventually sees a small group of people up ahead so he is careful to maintain a safe distance=

=I eventually find the road again, so I follow it, walking slowly, trying to avoid suspicion.
I feel as if I'm being watched, so I pick up the pace.

I hear the footsteps, so I begin to run.

I hear a bow twang, and feel an arrow pierce my back.

I stumble, reaching for my daggers. I turn and come face to face with four bandits, Armed with a War Hammer, Mace, Bow and Sword.

Despite the arrow in my back, I spin, swinging a dagger into the chest of the swordsman. I turn to face another, but see the head of the hammer hit me, knocking me out cold.=

Enough talk. We've wasted enough time.

Cocius tightened the straps on his armor, and stood by.

=shifts his pack and yawns slightly=

Indeed, we should be off.

=The old wizard stepped down off the porch to the Inn and set off down the road South=

Cocius followed the wizard down the path, watching warily as he made his idle conversation.

What's it like, depending on that sorcery?

=He smirked a little=

How is it to depend on a sword and armor?

=see's someone from the group toss an apple into the stream but he pays it no mind and keeps going=

made some money shame wasn't able to make more

From my point of view, my Magicka is a part of my body, not some tool of Steel or Glass that can be taken away. Your weapons are much more foreign a concept to me than Magic is to you.

I crack my knuckles and cough loudly behind them.

So...How long is this walk?

=He looked over at the assassin=

We're heading to the boarder of Cyrodil and Hammerfell, just north of Kavatch.

=He then turns to the warrior=

As an Altmer, it did to an extent. But, to truly master the arcane arts takes years and years of training, practice, and discipline.