Skyrim- Accepting!

[Sperophim]

"Why would you have loyalty to a wrinkly corpse that makes you kill hundreds of innocents?!" Auguseethus demanded. "You're right, I don't understand. I don't understand how one could be so cruel and blindly loyal to a dead body to kill those who don't deserve it."

{Any time now. Running out of things to do with Auguseethus.}
{Maybe he can randomly turn a cartwheel?"

[White Eagle]

Name:Z'arlo J'iswen Age:28 Race:Khajiit Gender:Male House:Herjerim Child:Samuel

"I'm Z'arlo J'iswen. We have just moved in from Markarth. The town doesn't like Z'arlo but Z'arlo don't care. Z'arlo like my life and if they don't like Z'arlo then so be it." This khajiit has thick skin and he won't let anyone try to ruin him and his son's life.

[InfectedHau]

"Maybe it's because they owe a debt to that corpse," Za'ji said, sitting back down, her eyes fixed determinedly on the floor. "A debt that can never be repaid." This game was getting a little dangerous now, it was time to drop them some misinformation before she broke down entirely. "You want to know how many of us there are? The truth is, I don't actually know. We've grown more than you could imagine since you massacred us, we have new sanctuaries in every corner of Skyrim. This is one war you aren't going to win."

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo walked for a moment longer in the
silence that had followed before speaking up.
"I was just headed off to the marketplace myself.
For food you see. Ran out last night," he comme-
nted conversationably and looked about at the
nearby surroundings as he left one of the many
docks that made up the business district of Rif-
ten - Plankside.

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

Sorry. Thought I responded
to this earlier.

[Wind Mage]

(Have I missed anything with Kira, Kanji, Thrush, and the other guy?)

Faulonor/Bosmer/Rifton/tagged: Duviyn

Faulonor raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Duviyn, if only a little. "food is important." He commented. So, to this blacksmith, Faulonor was a drunken nobody named Palidir. Ah, Duviyn would learn the truth sooner or later, but for now, it was almost nice having someone think you're at least somewhat normal. For the sake of conversation, the elf turned his head to look at the blacksmith fully now, and asked, "it must be hard being a smith-- what with the competition."

[White Eagle]

(I'm not going to be on from May 11 to May 16 because I'm going on a Washington D.C. trip!)

[Sperophim]

{Cool! I hope you have fun!}

Name:Z'arlo J'iswen Age:28 Race:Khajiit Gender:Male House:Herjerim Child:Samuel

"I'm Z'arlo J'iswen. We have just moved in from Markarth. The town doesn't like me but I don't care. I like my life and if they don't like me then so be it." This khajiit has thick and he won't let anyone try to ruin him and his son's life.

"Hm, that's not a bad way to live." Ariaal admitted. "Normally I just blast people who try to insult me with fireballs."

"Maybe it's because they owe a debt to that corpse," Za'ji said, sitting back down, her eyes fixed determinedly on the floor. "A debt that can never be repaid." This game was getting a little dangerous now, it was time to drop them some misinformation before she broke down entirely. "You want to know how many of us there are? The truth is, I don't actually know. We've grown more than you could imagine since you massacred us, we have new sanctuaries in every corner of Skyrim. This is one war you aren't going to win."

Auguseethus sat down in a chair and pit his head in his hands. Why was this all so hard and sad and hopeless?

(sorry for short posts. I'm being a lazy butt and could probably write more if I wasn't watching anime.}

[chamomile.]

((Is anyone open to RP with M'ava? I've been waiting a while for one person to respond but they never did. ))

[Wind Mage]

Palinoia is open, I think)))

[White Eagle]

Name:Z'arlo J'iswen Age:28 Race:Khajiit Gender:Male House:Herjerim Child:Samuel

"Ha that isn't the way Z'arlo want Samuel to learn." They soon are a few feet from the house."Do you have any children?" The khajiit opens the door. He head to the kitchen to check on the steak he prepared earlier."Please make your self at home."