Soon, Soon, Soon his prey would come by, all he had to do was wait...
"Yes, Yes," the Wood Elf thought to himself "Soon they shall come, and then I will swoop down and strike!" He grinned at the thought. The Elf regained focus as the rustle of leaves were heard in the near distance, voices discussing the current situations on the war at hand, and a strangely feminine voice, soft, yet with a hint of authority. Royalty perhaps? Now that made things interesting, for the guards, clearly Imperial due to the strong scent of the city of Cyrodiil, must be an escort for this female, which posed the question; Kill the guards and leave the woman on her own? Or should he let them go? Or, even better, kill the guards, and offer the young maiden some help. "Yes," the Elf muttered, "That's what I will do.." He peered downward to see the gaurds moving towards his tree, there were six of them, including a young woman, who looked as though she were in her early twenties. "A fine conquest" he thought.
As the Bosmer unsheathed his dagger the soldiers stopped, and started to set up camp. The Elf returned his dagger into its sheath and dropped down from the tree, causing the guards to draw their swords. "Whoa, whoa, settle down now gentlemen, I mean you no harm." he said in a calm demeanor. "And just who are you?" shouted one of the guards, the largest one, yet also the oldest, clearly this man has seen a fair share of combat. The Elf laughed and bowed. "I am Baritone, and inhabitant of this forest and hunter rivaled only by Hircene, at your service!" The other guards laughed at such an outlandish claim, but the leader kept his reserve. "What service could you possibly provide us?" He smiled and straightened himself, pointing to the tents that had been set up. "Tis only the wee hours of the evening, for the sun has just begun to set, and you are setting up camp?" The guard nodded and wondered where this Bosmer was going, "You could still walk for at least a couple of hours, but instead you decide to camp because you are lost!" As he danced around taunting the guards about their predicament, the maiden the guards were escorting exited her tent to see what the commotion was about.
She was a slender woman, average height, and long blonde hair to about mid-back, her gown hung to her calf and was a very light green in color, clearly, this woman was royalty, for around her neck hung a medalion that was very ornate, in the center was a large sapphire, it matched her eyes perfectly. "What is going on out here?" she demanded. The large guard sheathed his sword, as did the others. "Nothing, milady, this elf here was blabbering about how early it is for us to set up camp.." She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. "And who, is this elf?" she asked. Grinning and singing the elf replied "Well you see Milady, the name is Baritone, I hunt, I kill, I dance and sing! And you my dear, are most certainly dashing, tell my fair lady, what is your name?" She smirked and crossed her arms under her breasts. "My name is Adria, and I am also the ambassador for the Imperial City here in Skyrim, my escort and I are currently on our way to Whiterun to speak to the Jarl" The Elf smiled, "The Jarl you say? Well I hate to leave my home, but I do know of a shortcut, tis right through the city of Helgen!"
Baritone is a character not present in the game, for he is a character I myself created. Please comment :D
- Khain