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You Know MeThe Snow fell slowly, softly and gently, like the downy feathers of an Angel, upon the cobbled streets of Victoria's London, the pure, untainted white flakes turned a vibrant umber by the candlelight streaming through the frosted windows of the Grand Manor House of the Mysterious, Reclusive Count, a strange man who had shown up on a steamboat from Mainland Europe some years ago. This cold December's Eve was the first time he had opened his Grand Abode to any other than himself, in an extravagant Masquerade Ball. Even those too poor to be guests in his home had gathered, crowding by the windows to hear the Music that drifted through the air like the Songbird on a fresh Spring Morn.The halls of the sprawling Manor bustled with life, as Masked Men and Women triwled and laughed with the Music woven by the masked figures who stood by the spiralling staircase, fingers blurred across the grinning ivory teeth of an ancient Piano, bows drawn shrill across the brassy strings of violins. Yet one
Diary of the Wolf Girl: 1The Air around Seyda Neen was thick and fresh from the morning fog that had rolled across the sea from the mainland, blanketing the Port Town in a warm, moist blanket that brought an amazing ambience when coupled with the creaking of the ships, the slow hushing of the waves, and the gentle sigh of the wind. A dark shape loomed in the fog from the south, and a cry went up from the Lighthouse, which was answered in turn by the Deckhands below, who broke from their quiet breakfast and ran for the docks, as an Imperial Prison Ship lumbered it's way into the sleepy port town, which was quickly awakening. The Census and Excise Office was ready, a Guard hurriedly pulling on his chainmail and helmet as he stumbled from the door, along the weathered wooden planks of the docks towards the incoming ship, straightening up as it pulled close and collided with the docks with a dull thud, drawing a scream of protest from the aged mossy planks, which was quickly repeated as the deckhands got to work s
The Wolf GirlYou see strange things as a Bartender, especially in a big town like Caldera with all the Imperials and the good trade roads. I've seen and served hundreds, maybe thousands, in my time here, hell, I've even served the Nerevarine, back before he went marching off to Vivec and Red Mountain and Azura knows where else. But there's always a few people that stick in your mind. Usually it's unimportant people, Drifters and the like. For me it was the Wolf Girl. Not that there Shaman who lives in the damn trees and all, this was literally like a Girl with a Wolf's Face. She walked into the Bar one day, all covered in a Nord Fur Robe. Thought she was just like, some sort of Solstheim Khajiit, and didn't bat an eye, even though she had this whole full head of hair, like hanging down over one eye, down her back and all, not like most Khajiit you see. But anyway, she walks up to the bar, takes the Robe off, and I see that she's only Wolf in her extremities, like her forearms and hands, and of cour