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Yes, Brother... do lead the way. I'd do it myself, but I've got too much on mind to accurately navigate...

Oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself, Breton... my name is J'Ram-Ku, now shall we head to Stormhold?

You know how I am with... men, Brother... his name is Satoshi, he seems to be off in his own little world most of the time.

Tch... you'd best keep your nose out of the affairs of our... "guild," Breton... but you may come if you insist, there's nothing I can do to stop you.

-sighs- You're right, Brother... then it's off to Stormhold... You should mount one of these horses, Brother... it'd be much faster than walking.

Pretty good work you did, regardless of those artifacts.

The young Argonian puts his black leather back on, complete with his hood, which he rarely wears. -walks to the nearby stable and steals a White Horse- It is off to Morrowind, then... we can't let those brutes have Idhara. Besides, I have a pig to hunt. By Sithis, Idhara... why must you be the cause of so much trouble?

Idhara has been... taken by a group of bandits... one of them was Orsimer. And this man? The dog is of no concern to you, Brother.

She was... kidnapped by those bandits from earlier. Why must I resort to getting help from a man?

Dammit, Breton... the one time I need that dog and I can't find him... how did men get to such high status in this world? So irresponsible, beast men deserve much more than those damned men... even the mer are more fitting than they... Breton! By the Nine Divine, show yourself immediately!

She... isn't anywhere to be found... no... could she have been kidnapped by those bandits? Breton! Where are you!? I... require your assistance again.

-struggles, but to no avail- -to herself- Dammit... what has Odral gotten us into... pretty boy had better get me out of this mess soon... Meanwhile, back at Helstrom. Dammit... what is taking Idhara so long? She should be back here with the Breton by now... -changed into his Linen casual wear- Just to be on the safe side, I should wear this rather than my black leather... -leaves the city and searches the area- Wha? Where did she go? She couldn't have gotten far...

-looks around the area- Breton? Where did you run off to? Breton! Get over her, I need you! -sighs- He must have ran off...

You can go get the Breton yourself, I'll look around town on my own. If you insist, pretty boy. -walks over to the gate and leaves the city and begins looking for Satoshi- Finally... some peace and quiet. Now... where could he be? -notices the Morag Tong leader and his men walking through town in a hurry- Those uniforms... -casts Chameleon and hides behind a nearby tree- It's more of those bandits from earlier... why are they here?

-follows Idhara into Helstrom, saying nothing to Satoshi- Alright, Sister... where is the pig we are hunting? Dunno. What? Did Odral not tell you? Just said he had too much money, pretty boy. Well, then we should keep an eye out for an unusually large house... Maybe we should get some help from the Breton we left outside, hmmm? Him? No! But... we won't do much good looking for him alone... fine.

Alright, he needs a name... create one. I'll also request that these posts be moved to the garbage bin, my OCD doesn't like them. He also needs a race.... I suggest Orc.

-sprints to the now dead body of the bandit who nearly slew Satoshi, pulling the dagger out of his chest and sheathing it- Hmm... that seems to be the last of them, pretty boy... on to Helstrom? Hmm... yes, not one stands. -sheathes both of his daggers and continues down the road- You are lagging behind, Idhara... hurry it up. After a few more hours of walking the group find themselves at the gates of Helstrom. We're here... our friend is waiting for us, we'd best not keep him waiting. I guess this is where we part, Breton... it was a pleasure travelling with you, I'm sure we'll meet again sometime. -winks at Satoshi before running into the city of Helstrom, leaving J'Ram-Ku behind a second time-

"Ah, forget I said anything, stubborn woman..."

"Dunmer are dark-skinned, red-eyed, Elven people of the Eastern Empire of Tamriel... bah, why am I even going on about this, you don't seem to understand a single word I'm saying... now, answer my question! Where do you come from, girl?"

The Argonian snarls at these words. "I don't know what your concept of 'fun' is, but this is definitely not mine..." J'Ram-Ku sheathes his enchanted dagger, Izsarus and stands up. "So where do you come from? You seemed confused at the word 'Dunmer,' so you cannot possibly be from Tamriel."

The Argonian garbed in black leather draws a dagger that gives off a strange glow, like an enchantment had been placed on the dagger. "Wherever we are can't possibly be safe, it must be a plane of Oblivion judging by the strange sky and landscape... I have forgotten to introduce myself, I am J'Ram-Ku."

A strange, Argonian man awakens from a deep sleep, finding himself in a strange world unlike anything he had seen before. "Wha? Where is this!? This is not the Sanctuary bed chamber... where... where is it?" The Argonian man looks to his left to find that a red-eyed woman is close-by. "You! What is this place? And those eyes of yours... are you Dunmer?"

I honestly don't care, I will carry my hate for ponies to my grave... regardless of how manly that pony is.

Damn, he's good... we could use someone like him in the Brotherhood... but he doesn't seem the type who would join an organization such as the Brotherhood, much less meet the requirements to even be offered a position. -tosses her Dagger at a bandit sneaking up behind Satoshi, puncturing the bandit's heart- You should be more wary of your surroundings, Breton... that brute almost plunged his rusted Iron Sword into your back... and what would not be a fitting demise for someone like you, now would it?

Wha? Did he use... Finger of the Mountain? No, he can't be that good of a mage... besides, even if he were, how could he get his hands on such a powerful spell? Oh well, that doesn't matter right now... these brutes need to be dealt with at most haste. -jabs his Steel Dagger into the stomach of a bandit- Farewell. -draws a Silver Dagger with his free hand and stabs it into the skull of the bandit, killing him instantly- OFF TOPIC: Finger of the Mountain is the most powerful lightning spell in the Elder Scrolls, and one of the hardest to obtain. It will literally kill everyone in a tavern and send every loose item flying.