<span style="font-size: 15px">Blackhorse Courier - Notice</span><br/><br/>Skyrim, a land of what used to be peace, joy, and happiness. Now in chaos as the Stormcloak Rebellion and the Empire wage war. 'Alas hardened adventurers, that is but the least of its worry. A new Dragon age is coming, and Dragon born are showing. Many fight for Imperial. Though so do for the Stormcloak, but what about you? Which side will you choose. Adventurers be warned, traveling in Skyrim is harsh, so gather your arms and get to fighting. Maybe the Companions want you on their side? A pickpocket? I see, so go down into the sewers and join the thieves guild. Or maybe you're a cold hard Killer, the Dark Brotherhood is for you.. No matter what the case Skyrim calls on you! So all you Nords, Redguards, Orcs, or any races in between you best get ready. For a challenge awaits!<br/>_______________________________<br/>Valara Kinhelm, a young Nordic Mercenary. Currently looking for work, currently she lounges within the Bannered Mare. Drinking a Tankard of ale, passing fourteen Septims to the Bar Maiden. Paying off her drink and her room, looking around she sighs. Tamriel had been quite boring for a while. Especially Skyrim, that's untill Ulfric stepped in. Valara was a Stormcloak supporter, never doing work for the Imperials. No matter how high the pay. Currently the news of Dragons hadn't reached Whiterun, so for now. It was calm, but within any second. A guard, maybe even a messenger would walk through the door expelling the news. But for now life was dull.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>