Skyrim- Accepting!

[★ nirvana,]

(Uhm, should we fade to black? xDD By the way, Afon, the majority of characters are in Riften, although Za'ji and Auguseethus are traveling to Dragon Bridge.)

[xXMoved AccountXx]

Not what I was going for, plus those scenes aren't allowed)P

[FrostTail]

The bosmers face cracked the moment she felt skin that wasn't her own, but quickly fixed itself, nothing but a small blush behind. However, the woman suddenly grew an odd need to speak. "W-well that's a very interesting motive. I am quite curious myself, in fact. Murders and assassins. The sort always seems to be guiltily interesting, doesn't it? Curiosity killed the cat, I suppose" Oh, dear Nightmother that sounded just a tad bit racist.

(( def how u court a woman, phyphy ))

[★ nirvana,]

(Oh, yeah. Forgot. My bad.)

Gwyneth felt a smirk crawl it's way onto her face. "I agree. Curiosity killed the cat," she said, thinking of Za'ji. 'More like Khajiit,' she added in her head. 'And it killed it well.' Her thoughts could be very disturbing, at times, especially for someone who didn't belong in a cult, like the Dark Brotherhood, or a band of thieves, like the Thieves'Guild. Many had took the time before to say that she had an eerie stillness about her, one that reminded them of a "venomous snake waiting for the chance to strike." Honestly, she couldn't agree more with the notion that the words implied.
She sighed, taking another drink of mead. This Bosmer had managed to seize her interests, and in more ways than just one, at that. "Ah, I wonder ... What are your opinions of the Brotherhood?" she asked the woman.

(Phydra just won the internet.)

[FrostTail]

Phydra chuckled for a moment, her eyes glancing at their fingers touching for another moment. "I don't believe I have an opinion of the dark brotherhood. I don't know very much about them." Lies slipped off her tongue smooth as butter as she wondered what would happen if she grasped the elf's hand. Silly, honestly. An assassin having a fit over hand holding. She couldn't help but feel intimidation from the woman. She had an aura about her, something she could imagine those who weren't apart of her family felt of her. Then again, almost nobody knew besides her fellow children of the nightmother. She rarely saw herself in the sanctuary. It was stone, secluded and cold and... not something she enjoyed. "Yours? Your um... Your opinion, that is. On the dark brotherhood."

[lion's tooth]

I know, but my acursed character development has forced me to start her off way south in the Pine Porests. I'll probably have her journey their for some weird uncommon item she needs or something... Maybe paint for some better camouflage. Or a door latch. I dunno. Dang this had a lot of typos. )))))))))))

[FrostTail]

(( Come to us Katniss
Come ))

[lion's tooth]

Synette
Synette Greensmith reached out a hand to pat her familiar companion,
not really thinking much about what she was doing. Her eyes moved
constantly, alert in case any rogues happened to cross paths with them.
However she wasn't entirely worried as the canine next to her seemed
calm and relaxed. At one point in their walk, the animal had stopped
and stared out into the trees, growling slightly, but after a few minutes
the threat seemed to diminish and the beast returned to it's usual state.
Synette had been fearful then, but she was calm once again now. She
had even begun whistling again. Eventually, she reached a fairly large
town, Falkreath by the look of it. After asking a few of the gloomy inha-
bitants of the town, she received directions to the nearby apothecary.
The pan she purchased had cost much less then she had anticipated and
the Breton had plenty left over. Not wanting to have any of the currency
on her, she decided to head of to the local lumbermill to see about a
lock or perhaps paint for tightening up the security of her home. That
didn't go nearly as well as she had hoped however when she was kicked
out of the store to shouts of, "GET LOST YA FILTHY VAGABOND!"
Having been insulted and unsuccessful, Synette was determined to purc-
hase something now more then ever. She stopped a local who looked
bored to see if they would help her make a purchase. After being infor-
med that the store happened to be out of the items that she was seeking
at the moment, she was on her way to the next town. She wasn't usually
this stubborn, but the more she thought about it the more she wanted
those materials. So she was off to a town that was said to have paint and
latches, Riften.

Name;;Synette
Race;;Breton
Age;;Mid-Twenties
Gender;;Female
Location;;Pine Forest
Tags;;Open

Because that excuse
is amazing. Like wow.

[Anachronism]

Gale lurched back to avoid his attacker's blade, the tip of it barely grazing the armor on his chest, leaving a long, shallow scratch in the pitch black leather. He ducked under his opponent's arm, palm of his hand smashing against where the man's ribs would be, causing the first assassin to collapse onto the floor, writhing. The hiss of air being disturbed behind him caused him to turn on his heel, sidestepping a bladed-attack that would have buried itself deep into his collar bone. Connecting his elbow with the back of the Morag Tong assassin's head, he sent the 2nd man sprawling to the ground, holding his head tightly and groaning. He shot another to his right, the man staggering for a moment before he collapsed, out cold, the dart sticking out of his arm. That's three. Where are-- Two arms hooked under his shoulders and yanked him back, keeping him from moving his arms. A man, probably the leader, as his armor was more decorated than his comrades', stepped from the shadows, smirking under his hood, before removing it. "For a glorified pick-pocket, you fight rather well." The man teased, knowing he was frustrating Gale by the way he squared his shoulders, even in the assassin's grip.
"To Oblivion with all of you." Gale spat, voice holding the same amount of hate as before, if not more so. "Let me go. Now."
"Well, first, I have to make sure you aren't who we think you are." The man stood before him, just far enough so Gale couldn't kick him, but close enough that he could take Gale's weapon. They were going to try and take his mask off, something Gale was terrified to let happen, and it showed.
"Now, Nightingale, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Lifting up the hand-crossbow, he smiled with faux innocence.
"Don't you dare!" Gale snarled, kicking and thrashing.

[Sperophim]

{Oh mi goodness I am sorri. I was busy the last couple days and then suuuuuper lazy today.}

Username: Raff

Name: His biological name is unknown, but most call him "Crescendo". Crescendo means "increase in loudness or intensity" (referring to his boisterous nature).
Alias: Crash (mainly for his clumsy tendencies).
Age: Unknown. Believed to be in his early to mid-twenties.
Race: Breton.
Gender: Male.

. . . Shortened because potato . . .

{Accepted.}

Auguseethus took Za'ji by the arm and led her out of Riften and towards the stables.
"Get on the horse." He instructed roughly. It was a dapple grey, like the rest of the horses sold in Riften because this was where Auguseethus had bought his horse. Gosh, this horse was older than his son.

{Uh, yeah.}