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[Wind Mage]

night ^^))
Matthias stared in awe as a man ripped the skull of the dead beast clean from the spinal cord. Normally he would have scoffed at such barbarism, but this was different... this was a dragon! The mage swallowed dryly and made his way down the steps of the keep towards the two men- the two Matthias guessed were in charge of killing the beast. He didn't get very far before he started questioning if this was the best course of action, though, and ended up freezing in place as he pondered other answers to his questions.

It was a long while (to the mage's restless mind, at least) before Matthias decided to move again. He had decided to confront the Nord and ask him about the beast. It seemed like the most reasonable thing to do- after all, who was going to blindly attack a man in the streets? A mage at that? The lot of them couldn't defend themselves for a rusty septim. By the time he went to say hello, though, the two men were out of sight. Ah, he missed his chance... No matter, he would just need to find him again later...

[lion's tooth]

Erald
Erald Sorarsen clutched his merchandise as if his life
depended on it as he and several others craned their
necks to get a glimpse out of one the only windows in
the tavern. That evening there would probably be a
great many tales swapped and drinks bought. Today
was one of those days when he envied the business a
pub brought in. But that feeling didn't last long as he
recalled how many brawls he would have to handle
on a daily basis. All in all, he did believe his current
situation was better off. And life running a tavern
meant little to no traveling. Yes, it certainly wasn't
the path for him.

Name;;Erald
Race;;Nord
Age;;Twenty-Four
Location;;The Bee
and the Barb
Tags;; Riften - Open

Sorosi
Sorosi Nitrel lifted the heavy ceramic lid off of one of
the vases that sat next to the Night Mother's coffin and
set it down carefully next to her. The Dunmer went to
face the vase again and peered inside at a few bundles
of different leaves for a moment, breathing in the pure,
earthy smell of so many dried items all in one place.
Then the Keeper reached inside and looked at several
bundles in turn. She picked up two bundles of mountain
flowers first, one blue and one yellow. It was quite ap-
parent though that these were not what she was looking
for. There was enough here to last a good couple of we-
eks. She continued to sift through the vase quietly.

Name;;Sorosi
Race;;Dunmer
Age;;Twenty-Two
Location;;Dawnstar
Sanctuary
Tags;; None - Open

[quill.]

{{I won't be here until far later, due to a reunion. Sorry. ^^ I'll post as soon as I get back.

[Wind Mage]

yo, @Afon, can Talis run into one of your characters?))

[lion's tooth]

Definitely! Erald is in Riften and Sorosi is at the Brotherhood's Sanctuary but she'll be in Dawnstar. I responded as Duviyn in the other roleplay too, btw. )))))))))))

[Wind Mage]

*screaming noises* I didn't see the other one! woops! and thanks ^^))
Hope this suffices))

Talis furrowed his brow and lowered his bow. Wasn't he in Winterhold just a minute ago? what was he doing in Dawnstar? Oh, he never did keep good track of where he was, did he? Hunting always did that to him. One minute he's on high alert, the next he's... chasing a deer through the tundra, or something just as stupid. No matter, he was here now, and in need of supplies, so it really wasn't a bad thing at all. (and besides, there were no stone walls surrounding the damned place, which made it ten times better.)

The elf sighed and returned the bow to where he carried it on his back, before he made his way for the town. There was a trader here, right? Maybe a blacksmith at the least? Oh, who really could tell what Dawnstar had anyway. The place was so worn down and stark, one would think it were more of a town then a capitol city.

[lion's tooth]

Sorosi
Sorosi Nitrel reached into the jar again, her hand getting
awfully close to the bottom. She pulled out a small box and
peered inside. It was mostly empty save for a few monarch
butterfly wings. Surely this had been just what she had nee-
ded to restock on. Relieved, the Dunmer piled the rest of her
materials into the vase and closed it back up. She rose to a
stand and pulled down the hood of her cloak. Waving to the
other members within the vicinity, she left the sanctuary.
Dawnstar was cold, definitely cold, but after spending so mu-
ch time in Winterhold at the college and the Shrine of Azure
she had grown accustomed to it. But there was nothing that
could prepare you for when the wind changes directions and
you get a face full of cold air. So Sorosi kept her hood pulled
rather low and she changed the direction she faced often.
Fortunately though, (praise the gods,) she made good time in
getting to the Capitol. She wandered through the small city
as she tried to remember which building was the apothecary.
Between the falling snow and her confusion, the dunmer wou-
nd up nearly walking right into another elf. Sorosi let out a
nervous yelp and flinched slightly. Since realizing her role in
the Brotherhood, she had become a tad more nervous then
usual when going into major towns. And while Dawnstar was
far from major, it was still a Capitol city and she regarded it
as such.

Name;;Sorosi
Race;;Dunmer
Age;;Twenty-Two
Location;;Dawnstar
Tags;;Dawnstar -
Talis

[★ nirvana,]

Zachariah nodded, beckoning the man forward and then leading him over to the meadery. Well, what was left of the meadery, that is. One side of the wall had been crumbled completely by the dragon, although most of the building's contents remained untouched. Quickly he peeked inside, then pried open the door. The customers were backed against the wall, clearly terrified the dragon was still out there even though the sounds of fighting were drifting away on the wind.
Soon the customers realized the fighting was over, and hesitantly they stood up before running away. He smirked slightly at this, then motioned the werewolf inside. "Take what you like. Money won't be necessary."

Burrows-In-Sand was in the plains close to Whiterun, wanting to spend her time just enjoying the scenery. Perhaps if she found any prey nearby, which there almost certainly would be, she might even hunt down a creature or two. She passed Honningbrew Meadery, which had been out of business for a long time before opening up again, much to her own surprise. Apparently the mead had been tainted by someone a long time ago, and the Captain of the Guard had almost been poisoned as a result. It was a shame that Skyrim had gotten so bad that not even the bartenders could be trusted anymore.

[quill.]

Vaynce grunted in reply, walking over to the bar, and setting the dragon's skull on the counter with a loud, slightly splintering 'thump'. Easily maneuvering over the wooden counter, he peeked underneath the cabinets, easily finding to large bottles of Black-Briar mead. "This is the good stuff, hm?" He frowned, his thumb moving up to tap against the cork, sending it flying off. Dropping the other bottle in front of the Vampire that had guided him to this place, Vaynce leaned back his head, draining the entire bottle of mead in a few seconds. Finishing the last few drops, he slammed it down into the counter, his amber eyes narrowing a bit. "Good enough." He reached down, grabbing another bottle, before draining it like he did the former.

[★ nirvana,]

Zachariah smiled as he watched, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His Black-Briar Mead remained untouched. He wasn't very thirsty, and even if he had been, mead was not generally his first choice of drink. "What's your name?" he asked finally, averting his gaze from the man's face. He could easily recognize him as the Harbringer of the Companions, but he couldn't put a name to the werewolf's face quite yet. "I'm Zachariah."