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Sparks flew in every direction, as metal hit metal, followed by an ear-piercing wail as the deadly spiked mace glided of the big claymore while the owner of the big sword kicked the legs out under his opponent. The Dunmer who swung the mace growled angrily, quickly getting to his feet, before nodding grimly.“Good block, Verhane!”A smug smile appeared on the tall Altmer's tattooed face, but before he could give a snarky remark, the Dark Elf shifted his weight ever so slightly. Again the mace flew at him, this time swung in an impossible angle to block. As much as Caman liked his big Claymore, he knew that it made him slow in close range com...

Chapter 8 Middas, 26th of Frostfall, 3E432 Alval arrived at a small cave near Bravil exhausted. He had made the way from Bruma to Leyawiin in one night, halfway jogging along the trail. He arrived at his house early in the morning, only to find a note on his bed that the Black Hand would attend a meeting the very same day in Bravil. So he took a quick meal and a quick nap and left his house early noon. The healing potion he took from Mari had helped him in this journey and though he felt a little bad about stealing from her, he didn't regret it. He stopped in front of the cave's entry and took a deep breath. He knew he was in for a mouthfu...