Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-3293219-20141021151056

The morning sun rose above a small shack, isolated in the middle of the western Skyrim wilderness. It was a small, not very durable and hideous looking thing, which many would assume was a hunter's cabin, that had been abandoned. However, this single shack was very much occupied and very much alive, it served as the headquarters, the Guild Hall of the Regulators.

The Guild's owner, Sebastian De Rochefort, managed to get the place cheap as it had been abandoned for some time, long before he happened to stumble uppon it. He set up shop there and did the necessary repairs, so that it could be a temporary base for the next few months, whilst the order found their feet. That temporary base has served as their headquarters for the best part of three years now and with more and more people joining the vigilante group, they would soon be forced to relocate to bigger premises.

Fortunately, for Sebastian, he was in the business of hunting bandits and bandits are usually known to occupy some very, well fortified strongholds. Today, he planned to take one of the strongholds for his own and improve the prestige of the organisation...

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Nadira Sans, his right hand, stood outside, on watch. Officially, she was outside, awaiting any new recruits, who maybe unsure as to whether or not they were truly at the right place and maybe ambush those of them who were having second thoughts.

Unofficially, she wanted to get out of that damn shack as it was close to being unbearably claustrophobic in there, the sooner they moved into a new fort, the better...