The Gathering X

Shadock sits in his chair in the middle of his quarters, the sun is begining to fall down behind the horizon. He is wearing a black hood and ebony chainmail,boots, and gauthlets, with his sword of paralysis midnight sheathed on his side. He goes to the beginning of the walk up to the college and waits for Legate and Marcus to return. The sun is allmost non existent as he walks down making sure to avoid any mages still out and about.

Marcus and Legate ride to Winterhold, the snow nearly in a blizzard blocking the view of the newly arrived vampires, "Let's go," said Marcus as he ties his pale horse to a post and walks to the walkway entrance of the College of Winter looking at Shadock with a glare as he walked closer to him.

Shadock looks up his left hand on his sword hilt and says "At last the pair of you arrive now come we have a journey ahead of us. We have a long journey ahead of us."

Legate looked calm at first, but soon as he was in range he threw a woodcutter's axe at shadock's manhood. He instantly was composed again as he dusted himself off right after throwing it. "Alright let's."

Seeing the axe, without even a second look or emotion twirls around the axe and begins to walk toward them." we may finally make are way to Falkreath."

Marcus raises his eyebrow and crosses his arms and asked, "Falkreath? What is this town?" as Marcus was still not entirely accustomed to the new world he had awakened into.

Legate laughed slightly patting the old bag of bones on the shoulder and walks backing to his horse. "I can finally drop the stupid tone, night brother it's a town where all the names are of death, it's where my old home used to be after all."

Shadock mounts his pitch black steed and begins to travel to Falkreath. "let us go then."

Marcus nods and jumps onto his pale horse and begins to follow Shadock.