Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150212105049/@comment-29461586-20150213030208

It was now nightfall in Tamriel.

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The Lost Legionnaires saw a Khajiit dragging what looked like an argonian towards Helgen. If the argonian was a Thalmor, he was going to have a really bad time.

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The other Lost Legionnaires saw Robin practicing her conjuration spells and joked slightly about the possibility of summoning a warm bed for sleep.

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After a while, Fenrir and Lyrissa arrived at Dragon Bridge.

"Come." The former said as he took the latter inside the Four Shields Tavern.

As soon as they entered, Fen looked around for a man garbed in blue robes. He spots him and soon takes his seat.

"So... you came..."

"Yes. I trust that you found the location of the Embassy?"

"Of course. We should make this quick. Here. I'll mark it on your map."

"Thank you."

Fenrir nodded and soon got out of his seat. The Breton soon left for the embassy with Lyrissa...

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(Here is the update of Fenrir's character card.) Name: Fenrir

Race: Breton/Scion

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown (Chronologically), 20 Biologically

Appearance: See here.

Skills(One Master, Two Expert, Three Adept): Alteration(M), Restoration & One-Handed(E), Sneak, Speechcraft, and Acrobatics(A)

Spells(Up to 4 + 1 custom spell): Telekinesis, Healing, Silence, Bound Weapon, Transversals (Like Lvl 2 Blink. Uses 20% Max Magicka)

Powers(Racial + 1 more max): Dragonskin + Adaptation (Passive Waterbreathing)

Resistances(Racial + 1 more max): 25% Magic Res. + Speechcraft

Weaknesses(mandatory, not optional): Easily provokable when offended, usually merciless, cold-hearted and highly distrustful of strangers.

Mental Weakness(highly mandatory): Depression and 'dry rage'.

Faction: The Lost Legion (Acting Leader)

Bio/Background: Little is known of this man aside his cold, professional attitude. He is kind to those he sees as friends, but is incredibly wrathful to those who offend or oppose him. (See here for more details.)