EpicOC

Skyrim… The land of unforgettable cold. The history of this land runs deep, hiding even the darkest of secrets. Many have tried to uncover these secrets, but were proven unsuccessful. That is why I was sent here, to prevent what is meant to stay buried… from seeing the light of day. That is, until I met him. *** The sensation of Daedric steel brushing along my neck caught my attention. Somehow I wasn’t able to sense the presence of my foe until they got the better of me. “Who are you, and what is your purpose here?!” my foe growled, feeling his breath at my nape. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I tried to get my bearings. From what I was able to make out, my foe was male and he seemed tall. I had to regain the advantage, one wrong move and I would be counted amongst the dead in this ruin. “I said,” his grip tightened, the blade cutting deeper into my neck “who are you, and what is your purpose here?” “I could ask the same for you!” I snapped. “I asked