Skyrim- Accepting!

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Za'zah stopped talking to Zach and started running again. "I need to get to Za'ji." He said. "She's the woman I love I need to get to her."

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn nodded. "Indeed, I am. Now let's see what we
have to work with..." The Imperial said, looking at the
bag of coins and nudged them around with his finger.
Satisfied it wasn't some cheap scam, he moved onto
the dual axes and put on a thick pair of leather gloves.
He ran a finger along one of the sharp ends of one of
the axes and nodded. He stripped the gloves off and
eyed the wood elf. "And you said you wanted them
sharpened, correct?" He asked her, picking up the two
axes and bringing them to a Grindstone. "Now wait
there, this'll only take a second." He told her, hardly
waiting for a response as he took one of the axes and
brought it against the now spinning stone.

[Sperophim]

Auguseethus rolled his eyes and then grabbed Za'ji's arm and guided her to the city, then up towards Dragonsreach.

[★ nirvana,]

(Gwen is a High Elf actually, not Wood. :P)

Gwyneth nodded. "That I do," she replied, watching the man intently as he began to sharpen the blades. She had always been interested in the art of smithing, though had never bothered to pursue her interests. None of the Companions knew how to smith, really, and nor did they need to learn - they had Eorlund Gray-Mane for that. He was one of the best blacksmiths in Skyrim, and provided them with only the absolute best weapons, straight from the Sky Forge. She, however, preferred elven weapons to anything he created. It was nothing personal, just a preference, as she had grown up using elven blades.
She studied the Imperial and his workplace for a few seconds more, then decided that she should make some small talk to pass the time. "May I ask what your name is? I am Gwyneth, but call me Gwen," she stated.

(We should time-skip to when the rest of them get to Whiterun.)

[FrostTail]

Phydra simply ran after him. "We know." 'you've repeated it quite alot' the elf bitterly commented to herself. "Where do the tracts lead?"

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"Whiterun." Za'zah said looking behind him. "That's where they are."

[FrostTail]

Phydra thought for a moment. "To rest?" She openly thought to the kajhit, catching up with him with a quick sprinting movement.

[InfectedHau]

Za'ji allowed herself to be paraded down the streets, waving and bowing like she was a princess of a faraway land, not an assassin disguised as a hunter's wife. She greeted many of the guards they passed by name, but she only received icy glares in return.

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo flipped the second axe over to get the
other side of the blade. He was extra careful not to
wear the blades down. The were quite different from
the thicker make-up of dwarven blades. He reached
out for a latern and held it up to the blades, observ-
ing the axe for a moment as he responded. "Varo, I'm
Duviyn Varo. An honor to meet you, Miss Gwyneth."
He picked up the two axes and set them down on the
counter before her. He observed the crafting of the
axes for a second more and turned to his customer.
"Will that be all, madam?" He asked, pushing the we-
apons towards her.

Ah, right, sorry! My mistake, (＞人＜;) ))))))))))

[Aragami]

-Screams internally because there's finally a Skyrim rp-

Sorry xD really like Skyrim. ))

Name:

Sylvia Silverwing

Age:

24(insert spongebob and patrick laughing here)

Race (Include if vampire or werewolf):

Nord

Gender:

Female

Personality:

Sylvia isn't really the best to come to when asking for help, she doesn't really like others, making her a rather rude one. If this Nord were to do something for you, expect a payment to be ready, since she doesn't like to leave empty-handed. Shes a sly little snake, always making sure to cover up her tracks. Sylvia isn't really welcoming towards others, and gets offended easily, so choose your words wisely, or expect a dagger aimed at you.

History (optional):

"I was like any other Nord, I was born here in Skyrim. When I was six I started working with my mother on our farm, my father wasn't around as much, he always traveled, but he usually came back, or sent me letters if he wasn't able to. When I turned ten I never heard from him again, never received anything and didn't even see him during the celebration of my birth. My mom cried almost every night afterwards, which worried me a lot, but then I found out she knew something. When I turned thirteen I asked her about it, and... He was dead... Someone killed him while he was on his way to a dwarven structure. I still wonder who killed my father, but anyways... I left the farm when I was seventeen, because I wanted to explore Skyrim, I wanted to be like my father, but then I realized it wasn't enough. I wanted more. So much more, so now I travel around, waiting for people to come to me for their little deals, I honestly don't care about them, I just want the coin. I don't live anywhere, but when I do, I hope it can be peaceful."

Description or picture (Include clothing/armor):

Sylvia is a tall, pale woman with light green eyes and dark brown hair(like chocolate). Her lips are rather plump and red, giving her a charming look with her delicate looking face, but there's a scar that appears on her right eye, and another small one on her left cheek, they look like small knife wounds. Her hair is usually let down, stopping at the chest, its naturally wavy. Her body type is actually muscular, yet she has a curved look. She has no markings.

Her armor is simple, and light, giving her a better chance to move around faster. Its black leather, almost like the brotherhood's armor, but without red, and the hood is actually bigger, able to cover her eyes from other people's sight. With her armor there is a belt attached, keeping two sheaths in order for her to store her two weapons. On top of the body armor she wears a cloak, almost giving off a robe look when she clips it together.

Fighting Style (Include weapons, shouts, and magic):

Sylvia is skilled in dual wielding, using an ebony axe and ebony sword. She also uses a crossbow for long range attacks, and she really likes to use her stealth. She doesn't know magic or shouts.

Weakness:

She has a weakness towards magic, and she tends to fight to the death if getting into the fight.

Occupation (If any):

Traveler(Assassin, but part of no groups, she doesn't steal their jobs, though)

House (If any):

None for now, maybe in the future, but for now, she would rather stick to traveling.

Children (If any):

No

Crush or Significant Other (If any):

Open