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Bregor stepped over the large corpse and continued to walk through the big new world he was in.
There was a tunnel in front of him - at first he was wary of a surprise attack, but figured that with his new, powerful weapons, he was ready for anything.

He turned left in the tunnel, then right, and found a man who looked a lot like a Redguard, although tougher and covered in rounded things. He was wearing the same blue colour as Bregor.

"Do you know the way to Cyrodiil?" he asked the man.

The man wordlessly pointed in the direction of the circle. Bregor, who by now was very suspicious,
took his advice cautiously. He did not like the way the man hid his right hand behind his back.

He was just about to enter the hut with the circle when a gloved hand, blood-red, silenced his mouth.
The cold steel of a small blade found its way into Bregor's spine and he sank, in agony, to his knees,
the words "CRITICAL HIT!!" rising from his pounding skull. Through his hazy eyes he looked up to see the masked face of a man smoking a cigarette.

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Bregor awoke and sat up in a rush, digging a painful pebble out of his back. He threw his flimsy bedcovers off his naked body to find that he was not alone. He had been sharing a bedroll with...oh.

A man. Not just any man. A big, burly, tough Nord. Bregor suddenly felt a strange taste in his mouth,
and terror as he realised where it may have originated. Bregor then peered over the man and saw, to his even greater horror, that he had also slept with a WOLF.

He felt disgusted and quickly got up and collected all his stuff from the corner of the large tent.
He drew a small, Daedric dagger and slit the man's throat, and then punched the wolf so hard its nose broke. Then, for good measure, he ignited the entire tent with a Flame Tempest once he got outside.
Aftewards he brushed his hands and dived into the river to wash the smell of gay oral sex off him.

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Captain Renault opened her eyes. She had slept - if one could call laying prone with monetary images flashing through one's head sleeping - rather uncomfortably. There was a mug of hot water and an apple by her bed; she consumed them quickly, eager to search some more.

Once dressed and downstairs, she thanked the inkeeper again and tossed him an extra coin, and then exited the Aleswell Inn. It was four in the morning by now, and the Captain inhaled the rising sunlight with a sense of victory filling her bones.

What a pity, then, that her target was on the other side of the province.

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Bregor, still shocked and horrified, surfaced and dressed. He chose to equip a poisoned Ebony Claymore - he was not in a good mood at all today - and set off down the road. By his geographical knowledge of the water currents, he was somewhere in the south of Cyrodiil, probably closer to Bravil than to Leyawiin.

"Back to work, then," he decided "no rest for the wicked."

He came across no trouble getting to Bravil (he was actually closer than he thought) and even the guards had no problem with letting him right in - news traveled rather leisurely these days, since Bregor killed all the messengers. He approached the Night Mother's statue and got within two feet of her before his honed reflexes told him to stop, which he did. An arrow flew past his face, just barely scratching his nose, at a speed even Bregor was impressed by. He wheeled about in the direction of the sender, but saw only a flash of red robes and a green swirl.

"Illusion, eh?" thought Bregor. "No matter."

Bregor's eyes faded purple as Hunter's Sight took effect. The environment around him tinged blueish-purple,
his eyes darted around looking for the tell-tale pink fuzz that would be his next victim, but he found it not. All he could find, in fact, was a note, fluttering in the breeze.

"If you are reading this, you have survived the assault and therefore passed the first test" the note read.
"Meet with us behind the Great Chapel of Mara at 2 AM tomorrow."

Bregor was initially suspicious - the last time someone had asked him to meet them behind a chapel, he had ended up killing a lot of people. The man had been a psychopath, so Bregor had killed him too. On the other hand, he liked killing lots of people, so he decided to go through with it.
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There ya go. Chap 4. Like it? Tell me! Don't like it? Tell me! Got a new cat? TELL ME! I'M SO LONELY!!