Greetings!
My friend and I are looking for a guild that has need of ol' dogs that do not like learning new tricks. Old habits die hard and while we appreciate the new concept brought to us in this new mmo, we cannot seem to escape that he tanks and I heal. So, without further ado, allow me to introduce ourselves:
My friend: Tiberius Petronius Velso is an Imperial Dragonknight that is focusing on the abilities to generate and hold threat from all the wouldbe savages that have been set upon our beautiful lands.
Tiberius is a mute, unalbe to communicate, save for a few indiscreet hand gestures that a gentlemen does not bring up in civilized conversation. Apparently, he lost his tongue for something that was deemed blasphemous by the Imperial Council and set apart from his homelands. His last recollections where wondering the wilds of the southern lands when he awoke rather abruptly in a cell in Coldharbour.
Me: I am unable to recall my years, prior to escaping Coldharbour. Apparently, my stay with Molag Bol took a tremendous toll on me; as my face shows signs of advanced age and my hair has grown long and white. I do not necessarily feel old, it is more akin to merely having an old soul. Deep inside, beats the heart of an Altmer; even though, Tiberius and others say I resemble a Breton. Which of course is just preposterous! Although, it may explain why the Prophet said that I was not what he expected; but, I digress.
Because I have no recollection of my life prior to escaping Coldharbor, I have taken the name Sojan Amina (Breath of Life) as I feel it fits with my blessed ability to heal those in need.
Tiberius and I are quite fond of exploring the lands and meeting new people. We rather enjoy helping the citizens deal with local issues and the problems associated with raiding beasts. Whenever we find a mine or dungeon, we delve in heartily and seek out ever nook and cranny in an effort to flesh out whatever evil resides there. We do not mind a good scrap and as a matter of fact, we hear that there is a good deal of it being passed out in Cyrodiil; we are making our way in that general direction as I draft this letter.
So, if you are looking for two sound bodies (our minds are still questionable) we are looking for a home and people we call can call our friends.