by Kveykva » Mon Jan 09, 2017 4:36 pm
Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - Windhelm Outskirts - Tagged: Open
Nicholas always picked the worst days for travel. In his rush to leave Riften after, well, Riften happened, he didn't bother to keep an eye on the sky to see the weather. Now he found himself in the thick of a snowstorm, though it was mild compared to the weather that would await him further north in the frozen plains outside Winterhold. His stallion trudged strongly through the snowdrifts, not even beginning to grow weary. Nick was another story. The blustery winds blew razor-sharp pieces of ice and snow in his eyes, and thus had to bundle himself even deeper in his cloak than he had before. It affected his steed's vision as well, so the dark haired Breton tried his best to shield the ivory stallion's eyes from the unforgiving winds. "Come on, buddy, we can do this." Nicholas chided, reassuring the horse. It snorted in reply and picked up the pace, but only because of what it saw in the distance: Windhelm, and its stables. Nick had to pull back on the reigns, causing his horse to rear. "No, no. You agreed, we were not stopping in Windhelm. You heard what people said. They hate anyone who's not a Nord. Come on, we're going straight to Winterhold." He pulled the reigns, but the white horse didn't budge. Nicholas frowned and tried again, getting no response. "Seriously?" He sighed and dropped onto the frozen ground, his boots sinking a good foot in the snow. He tried pushing his horse further down the path away from Windhelm, but to no avail. "You doing this right now? In the middle of a freaking blizzard? Seriously, not cool." The horse kicked him in the gut for that pun, making the Breton clutch his stomach and groan.
Akadar Strong-Blade - Male - 26 - Nord - Whiterun - Tagged: Open
After a short discussion with the blacksmith (Akadar always forgot her name) he relieved one of the guards standing on the inside of the gate and took his place, though his position couldn't possibly be worse. "Damn sun..." Akadar grimaced, squinting through his helmet's visor. The sun was directly in his eyes, making it difficult to see things clearly. Luckily, it was a quiet day. One of the rounding guards mumbled something as he passed by a traveler. "I used to be an adventurer like you, till I took an arrow to the knee." It seemed every guard here had a cousin out fighting dragons and used to be an adventurer. Then again, it was hard to tell all the Nords apart with their helmets on. It was a wonder Anya managed to pick him out from the other guards. "Am I really that memorable?" Akadar wondered aloud. "What?" The guard opposite of him answered. Akadar shook his head. "Nothing, I wasn't talking to you." He kept his thoughts to himself after. An Imperial? What a preposterous idea. I'd never hear the end of it.