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Hello Everyone! This is an RP set in the World of Tamriel! if you would like to Join in, please Follow This Link to our Planning thread Sulen reigned in his horse outside of the Sanctuary. The Family wouldn't be expecting him back so soon. The Jarl of Riften was a well defended target after all, but then, no one ever expected bridges to collapse. He was quite proud of that one. He tied his horse, Nightmer, to one of the walls of the house that guarded the Black Door of the Skingrad Sanctuary. The house was less than a Mile away from the Western gate, but few knew of it. And it was Sulen's job to kill those who did know of it. He placed his hand on the Skull pattern of the Door, and waited. "What cure's all Disease?" "Only Death, my Brother." "Welcome Home" The door swung open, as it did everytime he gave the password. The Night Motherherself had enchanted these doors long ago. Only a brother of Sithis could enter, unless they willingly gave the password to another. He entered his long time home on Silent feet. Ormax was at his table, writing furiosly when Sulen opened his door. "Ah, Brother, your timing is most Serendipitous! How is Jarl Bjorn doing?" Sulen smiled and and pushed his hood back. "Well, he hasn't learned to swim yet, and I don't think he'll get an opprutunity to learn any time soon." "Well, I'm glad your back. We have a contract for you. Good pay, More Local than your last job." He pulled a ledger out of a pile of Papers, and slid it across the table to him. "I know you're just back from a long mission, but you're the only brother suited for this task." Sulen skimmed through the ledger. A Bandit Leader? "I thought Lefty was in charge of Bandit assasinations. You have me do Politicos usually." And the Chieftan appeared to be a Vampire. Great. "He's out on a contract, and if you read about the defenses, you'll realize just why we chose you." The defenses? Oh, Wow. Nothing that Duke and Velth couldn't handle though. "So this Contract isn;t for me, it's for my Friends?" They had done that before. "If you choose to do it that way. Your pay is enough for 5 or 6 people on this job. The Client is none other than the Count of Bravil after all." Sulen nodded, then dropped the Ledger on his desk. "Alright. I'll contact you through the Bravil Sanctuary was I'm there." He turned and left the room. But as he was closing the door, Ormax called out. "By the way, Jarl Torbald, of Riften? He's put out a contract on your head. You were seen Sulen. You're slipping." Sulen paused, then closed the door and left the Sanctuary. He'd head West, to Kavatch first. Pick up Velth, then Duke. After that, they'd compare notes and see if anyone else wanted to come along.