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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 19, 2015 22:42:05 GMT -4
Dar'hira Jasheen. That was her name. But she'd rather leave out the 'Dar' part, despite the pride it gave her. It could get her arrested. She'd learned that the hard way, assuming Nords were just as ignorant of Khajiit naming traditions as they were of everything else outside of their precious Skyrim.
She brushed out her whiskers, green, slit eyes shaded by her slightly glowing hood. She had a sword of black at her side which was covered with mystical designs. She tapped the hilt with her claws, in thought. She had a mix of armours on. Black gloves, leather boots that ever so slightly shone green, her hood, and the coat of a member of the Thieves Guild. She was leaning against the outside wall of the Bee and the Barb, Riften's inn. She smirked and began walking off, striped tail swishing behind her. She walked up to a guard. "What do you want, cat?" The guard asked, expression hidden with his mask but voice showing his annoyance.
"Ah, I was just wondering what the word is around town? Before you direct me to Keerava, I've already spoken with her. Had nothing for me."
"If you want to help out the city, go take care of the bandits holed up in a cave south of here. I'm sure the Jarl will give you something for it."
"Thank you, sir." Hira smiled at him, showing her fangs, then walked away.
"Hm... That's a fine blade, by the way."
"Ah, thank you." Hira grinned again, glancing at her sword. Then she slipped out of view.
A dragon sat, still as a statue, perched on a wall of stone. From afar, it could be mistaken for a part of the cold structure. How he hoped a traveller would make that mistake. What a lovely surprise that would be. But travellers rarely climbed his steep mountain. Most probably didn't even know of it's existence, or his existence. He swung his great red head around, examining the landscape. "Eh... Nii fen ni kos lingrah us niist slen nahpok dii jusk..." He mumbled, his voice deep and rumbling. "Zu'u nox hi einzuk, shir zeymah Alduin, vos zey nahpok dii jusk ont einzuk voth mun slen." Then he spread his large wings and launched into the air, causing the ground to shake under the power in his wing strokes. He glided off, fading into the fog that clouded the distance.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 20, 2015 3:54:21 GMT -4
There was a man walking out of a small town, he went by the name of Claw. The man rarely talked to anyone, only to buy something or to reply. He held many secrets, only to be shared by none. Claw worked alone, and he has been asked to join with others, but his reply to them all were 'No.' As he put his bag of coins into his jacket, he made sure he had everything else. Sword, book of spells, a supply of food and drinks, and some trinkets. He nodded, telling himself that he had everything, and he continued on his way.
Slithering through the cave she called home, scaring the very few critters she had in her home, a dragon walked outside. She was relaxed, and despite the cold breeze, she loved it here. The dragon laid down on a ledge and joyed the view. She rarely gets any visitors, but when the visitors aren't dragons, she'll either taunt them, eat them, or freeze them and tortur them. Laying her head down, she sighed and stretched her wings. Even if she had nothing to do, she didn't care.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 20, 2015 8:33:56 GMT -4
Hira yawned, then jumped over a fence, falling for a few seconds then splashing into water below. She swam to a wooden pathway and climbed onto it, then opened a jail cell door and walked through the wooden door that followed it, holding her sword at the ready, just in case.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 21, 2015 3:13:32 GMT -4
He stretched his arms and started thinking. Claw liked the peace and quiet, but he was starting to miss the excitement that usually happened when he fought someone or challenged someone. He wondered how long it'd be until he would get to feel excitement again. Even though he is expressionless, he still had emotions. He disliked the thought of having others see his expressions.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 21, 2015 8:23:25 GMT -4
No man nor animal bothered her on her way to her destination- a tavern called the Ragged Flagon. "There you are, Hira." A man called over. "Sorry I'm late." Hira responded in her raspy Khajiit voice. "How did the-" She cut the man off when she pulled a silver circlet out of her bag, embedded with two sapphires and an emerald. The man grinned. "Well done. Pass it here." Hira passed him the circlet and received a bag of coin in return.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 22, 2015 2:24:31 GMT -4
He muttered a few words before his stomach growled. Claw sighed and walked off the path. When he found a creek, he sat down and took out the food he brought along. After he looked around the area he was in, he started eating. He thought about how his little brother was doing, then shook away the thought of visiting them.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 22, 2015 16:13:12 GMT -4
She spoke quickly with a girl, then nodded and left. She walked out of the sewers and climbed up the stairs back into the city. She then left the city and started walking along the path, tail flicking.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 23, 2015 3:48:01 GMT -4
When he was done eating, he packed up and went back to the path. Claw stretched his arms and strated walking again.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 23, 2015 8:21:08 GMT -4
She glanced at the carriage, then flicked her ears and unsheathed her sword, walking past it and down along the path.
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Post by CrazyFallen on Jan 23, 2015 17:03:31 GMT -4
(I believe its okay if Furball rides on my dragon correct?)
Stunaki was flying high, along with Aslfur on top of her. Soaring , she blended in with the sky.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 23, 2015 18:42:03 GMT -4
(Yes, that's fine.)
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 25, 2015 3:42:08 GMT -4
He looked up at the sky, then back at the path.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 25, 2015 9:46:28 GMT -4
(So, who should meet first?)
She had a lot on her mind. Recently she had discovered she was some kind of warrior from Nord mythology, a Dragonborn. She still wasn't sure how a Khajiit had been born with blood from a Nord tale, but she didn't question it much. All she knew was that she was an expert at stabbing dragons in the face, and when she stabbed dragons in the face she absorbed their souls and used the power to gain the knowledge of ancient three word phrases known as Shouts that took 'mortals' many years to even be able to attempt one. She had been instructed to visit some place called High Hrothgar or something, but she had mostly ignored that request, and continued on with her life. She was still going to go, just not yet. So she walked along the path, on the long journey from Riften to Windhelm.
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Post by CrazyFallen on Jan 25, 2015 23:32:14 GMT -4
(What if they all meeted at a temple in the high mountains?)
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 26, 2015 2:55:42 GMT -4
(Yeah, but they need a reason to go to the temple. That's the tricky part)
Claw stretched his arms and sighed, then he started a little tune in his head.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 26, 2015 15:14:19 GMT -4
(Yeah, and something they all would go there for. They might not all want to investigate rumours of treasure or whispers of dragons.)
Hira sighed. Perhaps while she was in Windhelm she'd consider joining up officially with the Stormcloaks. She didn't like the idea of 'Skyrim for the Nords' but anything would be better than those Imperial idiots.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 27, 2015 2:38:04 GMT -4
(Would it work if they started hearing rumors of a temple that had ancient relics or secrets for power? A rumor that can fetch them a big price or a rumor of powerful and ancient skill?)
Claw sighed as he stopped the tune and whispered something under his breath. Then he checked the map to see where he was going.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jan 27, 2015 11:57:19 GMT -4
(Hm... What if they each heard a different rumour about it, one that catered to their ideals? Unless that's what you meant, in which case, sure.  ) She thought. She's also like seeing what the Companions in Whiterun were all about. Same with those Dawnguard folks she had heard rumours of. She mainly wanted to get into the Dark Brotherhood, though. If only she could figure out how. |
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Post by Wolfstar on Jan 28, 2015 2:52:08 GMT -4
(That could work too. I don't know what I was talking about, it just popped in my head and I put it up)
Once he knew where he was heading, he put his map away and continued walking.
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Post by CrazyFallen on Jan 28, 2015 7:09:38 GMT -4
(Well my chararcter are flying right now. So I was thinking the dragon could take a rest...on the mountain..)
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