I'm not good at introductions so let's just get to the story...
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[Eight plates-Balmora]

"Excuse me bartender. May I ask who that is?" asked a man pointing into a dark corner of the pub.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you there, freind. As a matter of fact I didn't even notice anyone was there until you asked." replied the bartender.

The figure stepped into the light. He was wearing strange garments. Covering his chest was a cuirass made of ultra hard, light-weight plastic about an inch thick. It was a dark grayish color and had random daedric letters scattered all over it. It went from his chest to his waist. He wore gauntlets and boots of the same material with the daedric lettering.

He wore a black shirt under this and the sleeves covered his upper arms and went past his elbow and under the gauntlets. His legs were covered by something similar to a black skirt but it was ripped straight down the center so that it was in two pieces. Under it he wore a pair of loose black pants.

His head was covered by a hood which was torn all around the brim, it looked like he ripped it out of a bit of cloth and made it himself. He covered his face with a black mask with nothing to see out of other than a small vertical lightning bolt where each eye would be. He also wore a cape which seemed to be torn out of a large piece of cloth and was a very dark gray, almost black, color.

Strapped to his right thigh was a blade. The hilt was dark gray and had a slight curve in it coming to a sharp point at the end.

The bartender slowly reached under the bar and grabbed a throwing star which he kept hidden behind his back.

"Now, now...no need to get aggressive. I have done nothing to present myself as a threat and you ready a weapon. Be good and put that weapon back where it came from."

"But how di--" began the bartender, but he was cut off.

"You may lose that hand if you're not careful. I would advise you to drop the star. I would love to end the pathetic lives of yourself and every guard in this city who attempts to stop me, but I'm not too good at brewing my own ale which puts me in a dilemma...to kill or not to kill...care to answer for me?"

The bartender tossed the throwing star over the bar and onto the ground. The strange man walks up to the bar and leans over it to whisper in the bartender's ear. Once he was finished he stepped back and stared at the bartender who's face had turned pale and who's hair was turning gray starting at the roots.

Suddenly the bartender went mad. He began throwing plates, breaking bottles, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs. The strange man calmly stepped up onto the bar.

Everyone was screaming and rushing for the exit. The stranger shouted over the noise.

"I am Alcho! Remember this moment and tell your family and friends of what you have witnessed here today! I am here to spread the truth and will show no mercy to those who stand in my way!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't believe this is a very good beginning and the next few parts will be better. I had trouble describing the hood and I still don't know if I got it. The part that is torn is the...I don't know the word for it. The only word I can think of is brim. Could someone help me out here?

Very...different approach. Seems good though, I'll keep up with this, interesting way to begin. Nice start.

I used the word approach twice...