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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Whiterun
With: Raavi

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Conavin turned onto his side, his back towards Raavi. He started to snore. He started to dream of a multitude of things, including a dream where he killed that annoying man, Heimskr. Another dream was being the Dragonborn. One was where Conavin was part of the Thieves Guild and was running for his life since he had gotten caught stealing from a Jarl, and a strange one where he had jumped of a building into a haystack. He shifted his position slightly as he slept. He was now lying on his back, one hand resting on his chest and another on his stomach.

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Mika
Hanzar smiled calmly as he let his finger dance across her face ever so gently. "I love you too Mika." The male said in a warm, hushed tone. After several silent moments Mika broke the silence with something he rather wasn't surprised of, he even expected it. She had been saying 'mate' a few times on their travels and didn't mind it. "Well I'm not one fully know my race's customs as I havnt lived in Black Marsh for a long time. But I do believe that mateship would be the same as being married here in Skyrim." The argaonin said with a grin. "If that is what you want, then you should tell me. Otherwise I shall wait until you change your mind." Hanzar said as his finger still followed the soft lines on the side of her face before it stopped at her chin.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Hanzar yeeeesshhh. XD

Mika closed her eyes as his finger traveled through her fur giving a nice shiver down her spine which fluffed out her tail completely. Her eyes became half lidded when he spoke making her amber gaze a warm rose color. She never thought she would hear those words from him, but they had come a long way. Every step of the journey had been worth it for her. She tilted her head in curiosity as he continued. It was funny that they both didn't know their own species customs when it came to this, but he seemed to know something equivalent. She gave a soft laugh as he said he would wait for her to be ready before shaking her head," When I asked you to be my mate..well..that meant I am ready. Mates, Marriage, and everything else. Yes Hanzar I want to marry you." She told him softly not daring to take her chin away from him. She instead waited to see what he would say, do, and for her heart to stop its crazy dance in her chest. Morthal would never be a dull place to her again after this. Her eyes sparkled with emotion as she itched to show him how much he was doing for her. She never felt so content, and happy before.."I need to buy the jewelry you seek much more often." She teased with a purr, and a mischievous glint her gaze now.

[Kveykva]

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.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Mischievous./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin.

Raavi inched even closer to the Nord, now taking her sly, slick hand and gently placed it inside of his pockets. The person was now out cold, so this would be like taking candy from a baby! Kinair moved her fingers around delicately, feeling some gold in his pockets. Sticking her tongue out in concentration, the Khajiit slowly, carefully, pulled the treasure out. Once it was in her hands, she stood up, crammed it in her pants and walked right into the crowd of Whiterun, heading straight for Dragonsreach. She snickered to herself, happy to see that she had made just a little profit already. People in this hick town were so stupid! All the better for Raavi. She began to walk up the wooden stairs, ready to look over what the Jarl had in his possession. Surely, a rich man like him wouldn't miss a amulet there or a enchanted knife here. Who would, when you had so many other, better items? Then again, perhaps Kinair would just go for the most highly guarded things. She was a Nightingale, the best of the best in the thief department. Who would be able to stop her?
No one, obviously.

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Conavin Brueric
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The loud shout of Heimskr woke Conavin. He sat up and let out a loud groan "I swear I'm gonna join the Dark Brotherhood just so I can kill him." he muttered. He stood up and let out a yawn. He reached into his pocket. He frowned and checked the other pocket. Nothing. "What th-! Now I am going to kill somebody! Who the heck did this?" He looked around, he didn't see anyone suspicious. He sat down and placed his head in his heads. "Excuse me, nice guy from earlier?" A girl's voice spoke. Conavin looked up, it was Lucia "Yes?" "Why are you threatening to kill people?" Conavin almost laughed. He patted Lucia on the head "Someone stole from me." He explained. Lucia's eyes widen "Oh no! I saw someone walk up to you while you were asleep, I thought it was a friend of your!" It was a black Khajiit." Lucia said, pointing towards Dragonsreach "I think she went that way!" She said. Conavin stood up "Thanks Lucia, er, don't tell anyone that I was sleeping on the bench." He said. He walked up towards Dragonsreach, mulling over what to do. He could go in and try to find the Khajitt, or wait for them to come out.

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Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Mika
If a lizard could pur or even blush then he'd definitely be doing both of those things. His tail wasn't even able to twitch or fluff out like Mika's was. Everything about him was just dark green colored scales and a boring old tail that's only purpose is for balance. The argonian had no prominent ears, just two holes on the sides of his head to indicate that they were indeed there. Sure he had horns which was pretty cool but not as cool as Mika's soft fur, especially compared to his cold, smooth and hard scales. Which were probably very boring. A lizard is very different from a cat in many ways. Not in any way are they similar except for being called the 'beast folk' of Skyrim. What an amazement right? Hanzar has a row of pointy teeth on the top and on the bottom of his jaw, claws that were his fingers that weren't retractable like a cats, he could breathe under water, which was pretty cool depending on who you were talking too. Other argonians? Yeah that's cool. Khajiits? Not so much. Maybe a Nord or two but that's about it. Boring old argaonin, freaking awesome khajiit. But what's it matter? Well love. Love matters. Hanzar smiled happily, his dark red gaze were stuck on Mika's as she was ready to be married to him. "I'm sure we will have the proper ceremony once when we get to Riften. But only if you're sure you want to get married to some strange argonian." The male said with grin before he leaned in a kissed her. "I think we should go and find Altavia." Hanzar suggested.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Mischievous./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin again soon, I guess.

Raavi gave the Jarl a wonderfully orate and boot-licking hello, telling him about how great he was as a ruler. Every guard Kinair saw, she would walk up to them and give them a friendly, nice conversation. This is what she did every single time she entered a city, whether her arrival has been the first time, or the one hundredth time. It made everyone in the city point at the rotten, already criminals for the recently stolen things. After all, why would they convict a poor, kind, simple khajiit? Even if her kind did steal a lot, Raavi prided herself in saying she had never gotten caught. There was one time, when she was just starting out in the Thieves Guild. But that doesn't count because she was a newbie!
Once no one was looking, the Nightingale sneaked into the Jarls room, taking what she pleased. If any maid or servant came by, she would stop as she was going immediately and look as innocent as possible. Eventually, her wonderful stealing spree had been finished. Raavi Kinair opened the large Dragonreach gates wide, feeling extremely proud of her work. All she needed was to get what she needed from the Blacksmith, and she would be long gone.

[♚ Queen ♚]

ANYA

Tags: Akadar XD Agaaainn

Anya was almost upon the door when she heard one of the guards speak. "Nothing, I wasn't talking to you." She knew that voice, and closed her eyes with a sigh as she slowly came to a stop. Akadar. He was here, and there - everywhere. In her head, outside of her head..Her eyes flashed open as she felt her temper trying to rise up in her. The only interactions she had with him was annoyance. So for a moment like a child she wanted to scream her frustrations in a tantrum. Why couldn't if be some other guy in her head that she could actually interact without it ending in anything but..comfort. Anya got a hold of herself, and continued to the door pausing in front of it. "Akadar..may I go through?" She asked trying to sound confident, but even she could hear her voice waver. "I have unfinished business out there." She told him turning to face him her eyes searching his as it was the only thing she could see through his helmet. She braced herself for another lecture as it seemed to be his mantra towards her. It was only when he was doing his duty, and she was on the right side of the law that it changed.

MIKA

Tags: Her fiance. Hanzar <3

"Of course I want to get married to you. Strange is a good thing. Keeps me on my toes." She purred back against his mouth before blushing as he mentioned Altavia. O crude, she must be wondering were the heck they were. "She's going to skin us." She told him playfully smacking his arm. "I blame you." She teased kissing him again before moving off him, and the bed. She moved to grab her boots slipping them on before looking towards Hanzar a twinkle in her gaze. "We also forgot that meal." She told him moving to open the door to peek her head out. Truthfully, she wouldn't mind staying with him in their room..connecting as only two love birds could, but they couldn't be selfish. "Think shes down stairs? This is the only inn here right?" She asked him looking back to make sure they had everything before moving out the way so he could take the lead. "You still owe me breakfast..but now in bed." She told him as he approached gently pulling his lips to her by his horns for one last kiss before they weren't alone.

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seventeen - breton - location: Mooreside Inn, Morthal - tags: (mika & hanzar having moment in the distance)

She was tired, and her full stomach set up the scene that would lul her to sleep by the inn's fire, all the voices and songs washed away by the crackling of the flame and her subduing thoughts. The door to the inn opened and close, some words or boomers left the chairs and seats and some walked past her without even a second glance. Then someone was walking right towards her. Altavia believed she'd had enough excitement and discovery for the day and she was about to raise her hand and ward them off when the figure came up and relentlessly shoved her side, as if they knew exactly where her healing wounds were. She gasped and was ready to shout, but quickly held her breath. The person was frozen in place, features blotted by the shadows over her face from the hood. She seemed to linger for a moment before the girl realized she was handing her something, and it was definitely not a love letter. Her eyes still locked on the woman, she felt her side until she grasped a slip of paper, and the shadowy figure drew away. As she did the red flag almost went down and Altavia examined the note, unfolding it and reading a vague threat in messy handwriting;

It said Stay away from Winterhold, for your own sake.
If you choose not to heed these words, gods be with
you and your friends.

I'll be near,
- a friend

And 'friend' seemed about as welcoming as walking into an embrace with someone who had a dagger behind their back. The woman who had delivered it disappeared, but Altavia had a feeling that she was only the messenger. Nearly overwhelmed, Altavia crumpled up the note and chucked it into the flame, watching it's eldritch words be cremated into nothing. It was like she was watching a funeral pyre of her own confidence turn to ashes. You better be there, brother. She growled in her thoughts. by there she meant anywhere, and she would go anywhere to find him. She grew suddenly irritable. Aggravated and despaired. It made her think of how long the road was ahead of her, and now she thought about how far she was willing to allow her new friends to follow her. Looking down she saw her rugged gloves in her hands. Mika was supposed to give her new ones along with wristguard on top of it all. She looked around, half expecting to see one of them, but she was surrounded by strangers and her only company was probably well asleep by now.