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I one shot him with the blade of woe legendary condition after he too me about his past and really he was no longer of use to my assassin/thief/ranger/knight
"Well that proved uneventful" exclaimed Parven as he approached the stair case noticing the young man who asked for his aid he approached only to his dismay that Hlif'Ulfr was there talking to the young man.
Parven took careful steps towards them "still looking for some Ronin?" Asked Parven...
Parven catches Brynn's gaze and gives her a quick wink before pulling his hood up and approaches Brynn and her friend "So how was the hunt" asks Parven giving a quick smile recognising the smell of blood emanating from them.
"you should have invited me" smiles parven pulling out one of his...
Backstory: As a young kitten Parven was taught how to sneak and was taught in the art of the sword and dagger. But dark elves arrived from the west and killed his entire family he swore vengence at the age of 15 he set out training where he eventually the dark brotherhood found him as he stole...
Sorry for the wait here is my cc
Name: Parven
Race: Khajiit
Age: 25
Skills: stealth, pick pocket, pick lock
Weapons: Dwarvish sword made from ebony with strange runes ingraved into the side. Uses a bow bestowed upon him by nocturnal herself and uses forked arrows and a dagger hidden on...
"so you be looking for some aid kid" says Parven almost amused at the guesture "well then what would be in this for me and may i ask where iwill be travelling"
Parven surveys the room before removing his hood and mask and revealing his maroon fur. He takes a druaght of his elven wine Parven...