Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150422150232

(0, your new character sounds exactly like a Knight of Azura! I never decided whether the Vigilants of Stendarr were still around, but sure, you can be one. The only problem is: Skyrim is part of Samarkand, so you are going to have to think of a pretty good reason why a Breton/Imperial is living in Samarkand.)

'Oh, really?' Meledran groaned. 'But the spirits have just kicked in properly, and my head feels like it's going to explode...'

He slumped on the bar, but in the end managed to get up, and stumble across to the door. 'How far is it, then?'

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Caecilius used the needle to prick Lyrissa's skin, and held the bowl up so that the blood would drip in. Only a few drops went in before the skin had healed itself. 'Remarkable...' he murmured, under his breath.

He walked into the other room, where his equipment was. 'I may be in here for a while, I tend to lose track of the time when I'm experimenting. If you're feeling up to it, there is a small collection of books upstairs, first door on the right.

'I don't know if you would just prefer to rest, but they are there if you want something to do. In fact, I may even have Harmai's masterpiece, Divine Intervention by the Aurorans of Luminem. It was written a few hundred years ago, everyone thought the man was mad! He claimed that an angel came down from the skies, and helped him regain his honour. It is a thriilling read.'

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'Marya, are you okay?' Carador asked, as he bent over Marya's body, slumped against the wall.

'Wh... wh... where...?' she whispered, before looking up. 'Carador...'

'What happened? You look terribly pale!'

'I think... I think I just got ripped in half inside... I mean, my soul, my literally...' she whispered, her eyes fluttering open. 'Forgive me, Mother, for what I did.'

''Cur auxilium a me petis, Marya? Illum, quem patrem tuum interfecit, curavit. Gaudeo, quod vitas omnes amo, et vitam inimici servavis. Nunc necesse est tibi dormire, filia mea.''

The soft, gentle voice of Azura rung inside Marya's head, and she was at peace.

(Translation: Why do you seek help from me, Marya? You saved that man, who killed your father. I rejoice, because I love all lives, and you have saved the life of your enemy. Now you must rest, my daughter.)

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All the way along the border between the Empire and Samarkand, there are outposts, watchtowers, forts, and patrols. The two nations take each other very seriously, and won't risk anything. The only places where there are no people watching are the places where it is impossible to cross the border - deep ravines, fast-running rivers, and tall mountains.

The only real way to get into Samarkand is to cross the border like a normal person, prvided you have the right papers.