Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
Location: The Shadow Halls
Time: 1600 hours
The light of day began to wane as the evening approached over Voss. Although still light outside, the Shadow Halls are in darkness as not a soul is about save for her. Her feet touched the cold stone surface of the hall with silence, her body concealed in her black form fitting robes, held in place by a thick Obi belt. Her face is hidden behind a black veil as well as her mask.
She walks onward with a long torch in her hand, the end of which is lit, the fire light providing her the means of visibility coupled with her penetrating black eyes. Around the walls of the halls she walks to each mounted torch cradled in a brace and lights them. A warm yellow glow fills the room and casts shadows within the tiny cracks in the walls. The flames dance, flickering and swirling, a black tendril of smoke wafts up and seeps through some of the cracks in the stone walls.
It is time to face [member="The Ethelwulf"]. Under her mask there is the presence of a slight smile, of course she knew him, as Coci she had met Ethelwulf on more then one occasion. But he did not know of her and this meeting would prove interesting and she hope instructive.
A small wooden bench simple in design pressed against the back stone wall, Creimire moved toward it and sat to wait.
Time: 1600 hours
The light of day began to wane as the evening approached over Voss. Although still light outside, the Shadow Halls are in darkness as not a soul is about save for her. Her feet touched the cold stone surface of the hall with silence, her body concealed in her black form fitting robes, held in place by a thick Obi belt. Her face is hidden behind a black veil as well as her mask.
She walks onward with a long torch in her hand, the end of which is lit, the fire light providing her the means of visibility coupled with her penetrating black eyes. Around the walls of the halls she walks to each mounted torch cradled in a brace and lights them. A warm yellow glow fills the room and casts shadows within the tiny cracks in the walls. The flames dance, flickering and swirling, a black tendril of smoke wafts up and seeps through some of the cracks in the stone walls.
It is time to face [member="The Ethelwulf"]. Under her mask there is the presence of a slight smile, of course she knew him, as Coci she had met Ethelwulf on more then one occasion. But he did not know of her and this meeting would prove interesting and she hope instructive.
A small wooden bench simple in design pressed against the back stone wall, Creimire moved toward it and sat to wait.