[CheyenneMarie91 and Z2010Deadmeat] Journeys of the Old Ones
Dead the Craftsman shivered as he walked the frozen terrains of the Falkreath Wilds in Skyrim. His hooded duster was billowing in the wind as his feet crunched against the snow. Dead was a man who appeared to be in his mid twenties with short brown hair covered by his hood and deep blue eyes. The man was armed with a large gold sword on his back and a katana he located here in Skyrim. Dead was searching for someone, who he didnt know but he felt this pull towards this individual one that only a Old One would feel when they are near another.