Mr. Wade & Watch
Cult of Personality
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it."
-- Karl Marx
-- Karl Marx
In a far off land, in a time of medieval warfare, where the kings ruled and knights enforced their will, there was a small little village in the middle of nowhere. The land? Tamriel. More specifically, Cyrodiil. The world was Nirn, home to the infamous Elder Scrolls, Daedra gods, monsters and creatures of all kinds, and a variety of different human and humanoid species. It was world of fantasy for sure, one that was usually plagued by war, either of civil war, dragons, Daedra invasions or even men wishing to exact power from unorthodox methods. It is a truly unique world.
But it holds many magical artifacts. One of which, a certain someone wanted. See, in this village, in an inn of no real importance, a conversation was happening between two people, which was quickly getting out of hand, as someone had an item that another person had. This person wasn't in the inn, but someone knew where this certain person was. And, to make a long story short, several gunshots went off in the inn. The door to the inside flew open, and someone came stumbling out, holding his waist in pain.
He looked ready to collapse, as he gasped fore breath and put his hand out for help. But then a sword went through the back of his throat and came out the other end, quickly killing the man. Inside the inn was a massacare, as everyone inside was shot to death. Standing in the doorway was the murderer himself, a blonde haired, blue eyed, handsome young man, wearing armor of some kind while wielding both a samurai sword, and a Mauser pistol. He didn't seem phased by him killing everyone inside.
But it holds many magical artifacts. One of which, a certain someone wanted. See, in this village, in an inn of no real importance, a conversation was happening between two people, which was quickly getting out of hand, as someone had an item that another person had. This person wasn't in the inn, but someone knew where this certain person was. And, to make a long story short, several gunshots went off in the inn. The door to the inside flew open, and someone came stumbling out, holding his waist in pain.
He looked ready to collapse, as he gasped fore breath and put his hand out for help. But then a sword went through the back of his throat and came out the other end, quickly killing the man. Inside the inn was a massacare, as everyone inside was shot to death. Standing in the doorway was the murderer himself, a blonde haired, blue eyed, handsome young man, wearing armor of some kind while wielding both a samurai sword, and a Mauser pistol. He didn't seem phased by him killing everyone inside.