Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151031193522/@comment-24123288-20151031203330

(Let'sa go! Characters who survived are the only ones available right now. They will all wake up in this...'Inn' ;P)

''Nrgh...Where am I? This isn't...Falkreath? ''

A very tired woman rose from the bed she had been lying in. She peered around the mostly wooden room and rubbed her eye sleepily.

''Is this some sort of trial from him...? Something to see if I am truly capable of my task? Worthy of dying...''

''Speaking of, where is my weapon!? O-oh...there. There it is, on the wall.''

The woman walked over to said wall, picking up said weapon. She sighed and padded off downstairs, giving a nod to the Altmer barman who was cleaning glasses as she left.

''Cheydinhal? The heck am I doing here? ''The Woman thought, turning back to see the inn she had just left. Her eyes widened and her face hung slack jawed at the sign. It depicted a Werewolf being killed and tormented by a bunch of both Mer and Men.

The Crovenhoft Inn

"Is...this a joke? I am never escaping this place, am I?"

Name: Julie Oakvale(Real name Eilo)

Gender: Female

Race: Dunmer

Appearance: Short scruffy red hair that she kept that way out of respect for...darker times.

Weapons: The Hunters Spear and a Silver Katana for emergencies.

Spells & Skills: Was never one for magic, prefers to fight it out with her weapons. Quick to anger just like a certain guy she used to know...

Bio: Julie was the former second in command of the Rising Sun cult. She was sent to spy on a group of heroes embarking on a journey, and soon became part of them instead. She fell in love with a horribly amazing Bosmer.

She is covered in scars both mentally as well as physically due to several prolonged torture sessions. One of which, she lost her vocal chords, and now speaks out through her mind with help of a magical necklace.

Hates old Imperial Merchants with a burning desire.

RP: The Aubeanic Reign