Skyrim- Accepting!

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo eyed the glass in the man's hands thoughtfully
for a moment. "I believe there's a glassworker down the way
who would probably take that off your hands for you..." He
suggested as he thought. If the man was picking up his litter
from the streets he would probably want to do something
useful with it. People like that always did. But that couldn't
be healthy to have sharp shards of glass splayed in his hands
like that. Duviyn patted himself over to see if he had any
leather scraps on him and found a small bit from when he
had made a set of basic leather armor the other day. "Here,
why don't you put the glass in or on here or something. It's
thicker then flesh at any rate."

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;27
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor

Synette
Synette Greensmith looked from Daeara to Ariaal and when
the former didn't introduce themselves she took her turn.
"Synette," she said and adjusted the fur wrapped around her
wrists. They had moved from the spot on her wrist where she
usually wore them and quite frankly, she preferred it to be
like they always were, mostly on her lower forearms but just
a smudge hanging over her hand. Now that she thought about
it, she wondered how average citizens dressed. She couldn't
tell much from Ariaal given the fact that she was wearing a
full set of armor and from what little Synette knew of civiliz-
ation, few people wore full enchanted armor on a daily basis.
It was equally hard to tell with the newcomer whose main
visible bit of clothing was a cloak.

Name;;Synette
Race;;Breton
Age;;Mid-20's
Location;;Traveling
from Riften to Falreath
Tags;; Ariaal | Daeara

[Sperophim]

{I really don't know what to do with Ariaal I am sorry. >.<}

Za'ji smiled inwardly, maintaining her passive and conversational expression, as though they were doing no more than discussing the weather. She could almost feel the cracks in his armor widening as he tried to read her to figure out what her real role was in this. " So, just for conversation's sake," she said, after a few miles," how exactly do you interrogate your prisoners?"

"I'm not going to say." Auguseethus stated. "I don't want you to be prepared." August frowned.
"How are you so calm in all of this?" He asked. "Most would be terrified, being randomly abducted by a Penitus Oculatus agent."

[InfectedHau]

"Like I said," Za'ji stated calmly, " This isn't the first time I've been arrested. Perks of being a Khajiit in Skyrim." She was a tad unnerved by the fact that 'Gam-Tei' was reluctant to share the details of his interrogation practices, she actually had no idea what they were. The Brotherhood didn't provide any, but her father had spent many a long night teaching her techniques for resisting pain. "The key," he always said, "Is not to show fear. Keep your face as blank as a stone wall, no matter what horrors they may visit upon you. Moan and groan as you must, but never let them think you're afraid."

Kanji smiled to herself, following the sounds of her new friend's footsteps. "You don't sound too heavily armed," she said, attempting to pass the time, " Are you a mage, as well as a bard?"

[lion's tooth]

I know, I'm sorry. I quoted the page before and I didn't want to respond to that because no, hush Synette you've ruined any potential atmospheres enough already, just be a good weirdo and be quiet but at the same time I really want to keep the whole thing going and bleeeeh. Plus I don't want to be that person that quotes every two posts. )))))))))))

[Kurocatalyst]

[b][center]Username: Natsu_Dragneel.
Name: Kira Dreki.
Age: 24.
Race (Include if vampire or werewolf): Nord - werewolf.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Nice to her friends but can be cruel to others.
History (optional): She doesn't remember.
Description or picture (Include clothing/armor): She has long black hair with a sliver tint and it reaches her shoulders. She has deep blue eyes. She wears the Savours Hide armour and the Ring of Hircine, she wears no shoes, helmet or gloves.
Fighting Style (Include weapons, shouts, and magic): She uses the Dawn Breaker sword and the fire ball spell occasionally.
Weakness: She hates spiders but wont show it, she freaks out at the sight of Chorus.
Occupation (If any): She's a mercenary right now, but wishes to do something.
House (If any): Honeyside
Children (If any): N/A
Crush or Significant Other (If any): open

[Sperophim]

{I already accepted you.}
{lol @Afon it's fine.}

{should Za'ji and Auguseethus arrive in Dragon Bridge now}

[InfectedHau]

(yeah)

[Sperophim]

{okie dokie.}

Auguseethus hopped off the horse and tied it to a post near the Penitus Oculatus outpost in Dragon Bridge. He held out his hand to help Za'ji off the horse.
"We're here." He said gruffly, stating the obvious.

[InfectedHau]

"You don't say," Za'ji said dryly, sliding off the horse and refusing the agent's hand. "Not much to look at, is it?"

[Wind Mage]

Faulonor eyed down the leather in the man's hand for a few seconds. "I suppose it's better than cutting myself again" Faulonor stated. He smiled, carefully taking the leather in his other hand and dumping the glass in it. He sighed in annoyance as he saw just how much blood was on his hand. The cuts were worst than expected. Ah, nothing a potion couldn't fix.

Thrush shrugged, even though the other couldn't see it. "I don't consider myself one, no. I just travel lightly, I suppose." she said. Checking the map quickly, Thrush realized it was quite a travel there. "Soo... am I allowed to ask about the fancy gloves?" she asked.

(Hopefully these are okay OvO")