Skyrim Legends ( accepting )

[true royalty.]

Falkner narrowed his eyes even more at the dragon's threat, looking entirely unperturbed and annoyed at his dramatic display of mutated limbs. "Sure. I've fought herds of Skeevers scarier then you." He rebutted, before shaking his head and tapping Oni on the head once more. The horse, more beast then horse, actually, began trotting down the road, preparing to pass by the dragon.

"I don't know who you are." He said to Kate as they passed by. Her face was actually familiar - but it was a fleeting memory, and the man put her off as just a random person he came upon in his travels.

[Elyidian]

Kate looked at him with a brow and handed him a bronze flattened coin " then i guess that should jog a memory" as she revealed a scar on her eye from the time he ruff housed with her and slit her eye with a bronze dagger

Paradox called Odahviing and Titan " his 'friends' and they came,

Mingus pulled the arrow out before noticing Odahviing landed as well as Ohdaviing's brother. Titan


Kate added to the horse " i wouldnt make him mad sweet heart, Oni is that you?" she said

[Anachronism]

It had been a long time coming, but Beck had received a letter from Falkreath's Jarl, telling him to come home. He did have a duty, still, and slain friends to bury, and much to do of that sort. But the letter he'd gotten from the Jarl had been practically uncaring, and impersonal, like an order given out to soldiers. The Jarl cared about the money lost when Helgen burned, and the free labor of it's people, not the lives lost.
Beck practically scowled as he crumpled the letter and hurled it at far as he could, before waiting there for a moment.
He couldn't just ignore the fact, and he figured it would be disrespectful if he didn't show up to pay his final respects to the lost. He was headed for Falkreath, if only to fuel his need for revenge. In an attempt to clear his mind of where he was going and why, he sang Ragnar the Red under his breath, hand on the hilt of his sword at all times.

It had turned out, that removing the arrow hadn't been a good idea. She started to bleed, slowly at first, but then a small patch of blood formed on her clothes where the arrow was. She looked very pale, now, completely limp like a rag-doll with white hair and a severe case of kleptomania. She groaned softly, muttering some gibberish about a drunk Breton and magical playing cards and pick-pocketing.
Arias needed help, fast, or she wasn't going to make it.

[Elyidian]

Mingus looked at ohdaviing " linnen wraps, did i bring one?" he checked Odahviing, YES he found ONE and a potion of healing, he took out the spell " uh what was it, Ahh healing hands" the womans body began to glow, he didnt know why he was doing this, he was an assassin not a doctor.he poured a little on the wound and out th erest to her lips " drink " he said as he lifted her shirt and wraped the linnen around her body " okay, phew" he set her down on ohdaviing

[Anachronism]

Arias was caught from the brink of mortality, and brought back to the land of the living. Her skin had a little more color, now, but she was still in a large amount of pain, and she would be quite weak for days, maybe even weeks. She slowly blinked awake, shivering slightly in the cold air. Her clothes were soaked with blood and didn't offer any shelter from the frigid air.
She was in no condition to go to Riften right now, which was bad news for her guild activities and had for business, as Byrnjolf would scold when she got back to the Ragged Flagon. Lucia would be worried sick about her.
"Colder than an Ice wraith's bum out h-here." She shivered, eyes opening slowly as she took in her surroundings. She seemed to be unaware she was leaning against a dragon.

[true royalty.]

Falkner narrowed his eyes at the bronze coin. It felt...familiar, and then he glanced at her eye. She could have easily been lying, and after a brief glance around, showing that the road was beginning to get really, really crowded with apparent hostile figures, the man erased the thoughts and glanced away. "If I did that to you, then you must've been an enemy." He murmured, before spurring Oni on. The beast, more then happy to be away from the large dragon, charged into Falkreath without a second thought.

[Elyidian]

Kate said one last thing to help him remember " where were you on the 30th of Frostfall? i waited forever" she said and mounted Paradox " home, now." she said as all three dragons took off but not before Titan ate a few guards( it was a special day )

[Stromae]

As the two galloped away, Atlas looked over his shoulder. "She's pretty out there right? As in, a little crazy?" He chuckled lightly as she saw her figure grow smaller and soon, a speck.

[true royalty.]

Falkner chuckled himself, stopping Oni as soon as they made it within the gates. "You got that right. Although she did seem a tad familiar..." He murmured, leaping off of the steed and tying him to the gate - which was a force of habit, considering Oni could probably plow straight through the gate anyways.

"She's behind us now. Let's go to the Jarl's Longhouse and tell him of the good news, and then to Dead Man's Drink for some mead, huh?" He asked, taking off his helmet and storing it away inside of Oni's saddlebag. He kept his armor on, however. Can't be too careful in Skyrim.

[Stromae]

"Sweet, now that's what I'm taking about." Atlas's moods lightened up when Falkner mentioned mead. The argonian wasn't too fond of alcohol, but it was a treat and it had been awhile since he had one.
He got off of Oni and followed behind Falkner, his hands hiding in the long sleeves of his robe.