After reading some comments, and doing a little thinking, I can see you guys don't want the Dragonborn in Beacon. Fair enough. We live in a democracy, and thus the majority get what they demand. Hope you enjoy this new version!

Also, thank you Guest, one of you. Unless your both the same. Anyway, thanks for calling me out on that Oum bit. Please, call out any errors I make, guys. Or if something displeases you all, I'll change.

"Eld, would you care to joid Beacon?" A tense silence settled over the room. Eld put his hand up to his beard, scratching his chin. Should he or shouldn't he? On one side, it would open up an opportunity to help him learn about this place. It obviously was far from Tamriel, highly unlikely to be old Akavir. Probably an undiscovered continent or maybe a previously unexplored realm of Oblivion.

But on the other side, the Dragonborn hated being staying in one place for to long. Maybe it was the blood of Akatosh. Maybe it was the years of adventuring. Maybe it was his Vampiric instincts. Or maybe he was just born like this. By the Nine, the DovahKiin could barely stand a week in the College, let alone same academy filled with little boys and girls.

That and the wilderness would away be his home. It was where ge was most at peace. Where his most fascinating adventures aways started. Not to mention that crazy Wobbajack lady. And those traveling merchant children. And the occasional Dragon or Dawnguard attack. Ah, those were the days. Raising his eyes to the copper ones of Ozpin, Eld made his choice.

"Nay." It was short, simple and direct. Yet Ozpin seemed entirely confused, as if he were Altmer and a Sload was requesting peace with him. Eld honestly found it somewhat amusing, chuckling a little.

"W-well, I can assure you all the resources you need! Textbooks, forges, Lien. Anything!" Eld merely stood, snapping his fingers.

"I said nay. I don't want anything from you, lad." Eld barely took a step around the table before some kind of metallic weapon was pointed at his head, held by the general.

"If you won't, we can't let you leave." And than it fired. Eld felt his flesh give way, his skull shatter and his brain ruptured. Like a bag of Dragonbones, he collapsed to the floor. His vision became fuzzy, his hearing muffled. But he was angered. Eld aways had a temper, a merciless one. Eld was dangerous to friend and foe when enraged.

And so the Vampire Lord let out a most ghastly groan, snarling as he felt that inner Daedric spirit egin to stirr. His bones were lengthening, his flesh was growing thin. Some of the skin on his fingers began falling off, revealing gray flesh and razor sharp talons dripping with a supernatural poison. A black claw protruded out of the right side of his back as he began to stand, snarling as he used his left hand to dig out a piece of metal.

The whites of his eyes were tainted by blackened pools of ancient horrors as his eyes glowed the same color as blood. His armor felt extremely tight, his bones shifting and snapping inside. All of his teeth turned began to lengthen and sharpen as he glared at the general.

"If I were you, I'd..."

I know, I know. Short chapter. But I'd like to do something a little different. I'd like you guys to vote on what Eld should do at the end. If its a tie or no one comment in a few days, I'll settle with my default option.