PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!<br/><br/>((okay, first things first, this takes place at a fictitious inn set in the world created in the Elder Scrolls IV: Oblvioin. If you're already scratching your head this isn't the thread for you. Your character MUST be of a race found in the game, and should not be a god modder...for instance...I don't want anyone coming in dragged up in the armor of the crusader, or full daedric armor...not cool...perhaps if you have a piece or two I'm okay, but don't be coming in all powerful. There should be real conflict in this, not giant vs. ant.<br/>Secondly, please don't be any main character's from oblivion...if possible make yours fictitious...this keeps plot contingency's at least mildly stable, thank you<br/>a bit of fighting is of course acceptable by me, just make sure you're not breaking any rules here.<br/>be reasonable with what spells you know.<br/>and of course it's welcome to all!<br/>if it's obvious to me you haven't read this or haven't taken heed to it, I'll ask in a pm for you to remove your message...thanks!<br/>(oh, and as a courtesy to all, stick with the main classes, just makes it easier for everyone)<br/>as for me...<br/><br/>name: Emdicial Lamoreth<br/>species: Argonian<br/>Age: young to middle...it's hard to pin down her exact age.<br/>class: battlemage<br/>sign: the tower<br/><br/>*the reptilian creature sighed in relief as she finally spotted an inn along the Orange road and pulled her pack up onto her back, shifting it to spread the weight to other parts of her back. She walked slowly...it had been a miserable walk in the snowy blizzards of the north, and was ready for a nights stay somewhere. She was headed towards Burma, to talk to the head of the local mages guild for a recommendation. She was regretting not having worn warmer clothes, especially her feet. She never liked wearing sandals or the like...but she was wishing she had reconsidered that for this trek, but, a bit headstrong, she hadn't heeded the locals of Chorrol when she left.<br/>She trudged on, squinting through the drift of the storm till finally she had reached the accompanying stables. She didn't have a horse, there were much too expensive for someone like her who came from no real background. Before this she had worked at another inn, supporting her drunken father. Her mother had abandoned them several years before, which is why she had to take up the job, her mother before had been a seamstress, creating some of the more affordable, but still fashionable clothes for Cyrodill. She still wore some of her mothers finest creations, even though they sometimes did call more attention to her than she desired. After waiting a minute or two under the stables, she took the last several steps to the inn's door, and opened it quickly, with cold, shaking hands. She pulled herself in, pushed the door shut, and stumbled on in, covered head to foot in snow. She made her way to the man running the joint, a middle aged, balding nord. She sat down, gave him a signal of her hand as if to giver her a moment, and brushed some of the snow off while trying to control her shivering. Finally, she stopped, and looked to him, placing her clawed hands onto the counter*<br/>"Hello...." *she said in a faint voice....as she talked she noticed he was about to hand the last key to someone else. She muttered something and a barely noticeable breath of light flew from her palms and around the nord, as he turned about and smiled to her. She had cast a charm spell, a weak one she had been taught earlier, but enough so that a foolish man at this would....begin to notice her more. Men like this were like snowballs...once you get them started rolling with a charm spell they instantly begin taking off as they stare at you. She grinned and leaned forward, pulling out a small bag of gold, with perhaps twenty or thirty pieces in it.<br/>"How about you give me that key for this bag kind sir? I would be most...grateful"<br/>*the man smiled happily, scooped up the bag, and dropped the key on the counter*<br/>"Thank you kind sir..." *she smiled, picked up the key, and began to head for her room*