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[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Oh, where to start.../ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi's dead darted down, her face suddenly going aflame. Aaaagh, why did he have to say bride?? She blushed, a little frustrated. She couldn't say anything until she calmed down, so the female needed to relax in order to reply to Conavin. "A bride." she confessed sheepishly, quietly, her ankle beginning to sting even more. The Nightingale bit her lip, not wanted to show her pain. Raavi looked up at the stairs, angry at them beyond belief. Who knew that such a simple mean of transportation would be the cause of a incredibly awkward situation?

Slick/ Brenton/ Thief/ Mood: Confident/ Male/ 19/ Tags; Runa.

"You know," Slick smiled, "That's just fine by me." he beamed, continuing to look at Runa. No other females actually stayed wherever they were when he spoke to them. They would either run away or throw something at him. It seemed like he was wooing the female perfectly. As it should be! "So, what's a beautiful woman like you doing around here?" He questioned, staring at the Khajiit. He tried to put on a seductive expression, knowing that such a face like his would make anyone fall in love with him in an instant.

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

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Conavin smirked when Raavi looked down, obviously embarrassed. He had hoped for a reaction like that. "Alright." he said, seemingly ignoring the extremely awkward situation. He picked up Raavi, bridal style, and started to make his way up the stairs. His injured shoulder hurt, but he kept a blank face. He wouldn't hear the end of it if Raavi thought she was causing him pain. Once he made it to the top of the stairs he stopped, looked over at the tavern, and let out a sad sigh. He was so close, he could practically taste the ale already. He looked down at Raavi, and figured he could wait a few more minutes. "Take a right past the blacksmith, right?"

[Durnehviir]

Shade \\ F \\ 23 \\ Dark elf \\ Tags: Linneic
Shade's grin grew wider as she heard him speak. She lightly tossed her weapons onto her bed but grabbed her dagger and strapped it to her belt. The dark elf followed the male out of Whiterun and into the forest. Linneic soon disappeared.
Shade quickly got it of her close and shifted into her wolf form. A loud howl came from her maw before she sprinted over to Linneic. {"The pain gets easier as well."} The dark elf stated calmly. Her red eyes staring deeply into the males. Her long black ears flicked and shifted with every enhanced sound. {"I smell a bear."} Shade said before she sprinted off towards the north. Running on all fours; she let bared her fangs as the bear came into view. Letting out a growl Shade lunged forward and bit down on its back.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Open
"So, what else is there to be learned about Conjuration magic?" Now having found the Conjuration guru at the College, Nick was borderline following him like a lost sheep, eager to learn all he could about the school of magic. Phinis seemed irked by this, but he kept a professional composure during this time. "If you wish to learn the most advanced spells in the school, you will first need to bring me a Sigil Stone." Nicholas' eyes widened. "A Sigil Stone? Like, from an Oblivion gate?" The necromancer was baffled. How was he supposed to find a Sigil Stone? His desire to learn more overpowered his reason, and thus he stopped so Phinis Gestor may continue. "Yes, from an Oblivion gate. In order to get one, you must summon an unbound dremora to retrieve it for you. I've prepared a safe place for the ritual to be performed atop the Hall of Attainment, and I can teach you the spell to summon the dremora." Nicholas blinked. "If you already have all this prepared, why don't you do this yourself?" The corner of the Breton Conjurer's mouth quirked up in a light smirk. "Because I'm smarter than that. Dremora's are dangerous, even when bound." He handed Nicholas a spell tome before standing. "It may be a simple spell, but you best be careful. The last thing this College needs is another dead apprentice." With that he left, leaving the younger Breton standing in the Hall of the Elements with a book bearing the symbol for Oblivion. "Wait, did he call me an idiot?"

"I think he doesn't like me," Nicholas stated as he flipped through the pages of the tome. His audience sat perched to his left, settled on the wall that rose around the College courtyard. "Drem, Mal Dinok." The dragon Durnehviir chided. "Do not assume such things. He is your elder and your mentor," Nick just shook his head. "That doesn't mean he has to like me. But, I mean, it's not like I'm not used to this. Maybe I'm just too enthusiastic?" "Perhaps, but faas ni, Nicholas. Do not concern yourself with such trivial things." The Breton couldn't help but smile. He'd known Durnehviir since he was a child, and the dragon had taught him everything he knew about the powerful language the Dov used, though admittedly it wasn't much. Durnehviir had been around since he was young, so Nicholas knew he could count on him anytime he needed a mentor, or a friend. Currently, he called the dragon form the Soul Cairn, just in case the conjuring went wrong. After he finished reading the tome and learning the spell, the closed book dissolved into ash. "Alright, let's summon ourselves an unbound dremora." He rubbed his hands together and formed the spell in his hands, Durnehviir's ancient eyes watching the dark haired necromancer carefully. "Have you thought this through fully, Mal Dinok?" The mage grinned. "You know me better than that, Durnehviir. When do I ever think things through?" Moving his arms in a complex motion, the arcane magic in his palms flourished a dizzying violet before he cast the spell. A blinding flash caused him to cover his eyes and step back. After a moment or two, he lowered his arms. In the center of the ritual setup stood a dremora, adorned in fiery daedric armor and bearing red markings that resembled war paint. "Whoa, that was really easy." Nicholas was rubbish at conjuring daedra and atronachs, so he felt pretty accomplished. "Why have you summoned me?" The dremora demanded. "Ayy, would you look at that." He took a step towards the daedric being. "Nicholas, iiz. Be careful." Durnehviir warned. "What?" Just then the Breton mage slipped on the stone, landing hard on his back. "Right," He groaned, wincing. "Iiz means ice... Thanks for the warning..."

[Leopardgecko249]

Naomi Golden|22|Location-Falkreath|Tags: Open

Naomi Sighed And Looked Down At Her Boots That Now Had A Hole In Them And With A Huge Sigh Came Out Along With The Words "UGH Your Joking.... This Is Going To Slow Me Down BIG TIME" Naomi Looked At Her Wolf. She Bent Down On Her Knees And Pet Her Wolf Who She Didn't Have A Name For Even Through All This Time. She Rubbed The Wolf's Ears And Fed Him Some Meat Then Saying To Him "What Are We Going To Do? I Only Have So Much Gold And That's For Our Food.. And Supplies... We Really Need Our Own House..." Naomi Had Already Wrote The Battle Borns Goodbye And Thank You, So She Was On Her Own Again.. Naomi Saw The People Of Falkreath And Was Relieved. She Picked Up Her Bag Of Stuff And Ran Twords The Town With Her Wolf By Her Side. Naomi Said Happily "Finally! I Think This Is Falkreath... Yea, Yeah It Is..." Naomi Pulled Out Her Map And Wrote Down Falkreath's Location Charts. Then She Asked Her Wolf " Does This Look Good?" She Leaned Down To Show Him And With Reply The Wolf Barked Really Loud. One Of The Towns People Naomi Not Knowing Whom It Was. He Said "Excuse Me But Can You Get Your Wh-Whatever It Is To Be Quiet?" Naomi Felt Upset About His Disturbance So She Replied "Sorry Sir.. I Will Be Sure My WOLF Doesn't Cause Much Interuption..." She Let The Man Walk Away Before Rolling Her Eyes. And Then She Saw It.. The Man's Pocket Was Clinking And Naomi Thought About Her Thieving Skills Could Pull That Off But There Were To Many Guards. Naomi Walked Into The Nearest Inn That Was Next To Her And Asked For A Bedroom For Her And Her Wolf. She Gladly Paid 10 Gold And Layed In Her Bed Doing Nothing In General. She Saw Bread Whole And Pieces. She Shoved Them In Her Bag Quickly Then Running Out Of The Inn Not Making Eye Contact With Anyone.

[Lyneth]

Runa Kjordesen/ Female Khajiit / 22 / Whiterun / Slick


Runa unfortunately only received more attention from this guy. Growing increasingly uncomfortable, she hid her face behind her open book. She really wanted to sit out here in peace, maybe eventually he would take a hint. Since when did I become some sort of furred temptress? Runa had no experience in this matter, and part of her wondered if this guy was messing with her, or possibly mad? Peeking out from behind her book, she immediately flattened her ears in further discomfort when she saw the new look on this guys face.

"Uh... You know, just trying to read." She said, thinking about how she certainly didn't look like someone who was demanding this kind of attention, wearing relatively shapeless robes and whatnot. In general, Runa knew she wasn't considered much of a 'seductive woman' and she was pretty okay with that. This let a thought dawn on her, and she lowered her book. "Wait. Are you insulting me?"

[Leopardgecko249]

Naomi//22//Female//Imperial//Tagged-Open

Naomi ran with all her might and for no reason. She ran for a while to rest and she realized that she was right by Whiterun. She decided to walk through to check everything out again any maybe steal some still then sell it. She walked inside Belethors General Goods. And asked to sell the stolen iron armour for 150 gold and boy did she get a bit more. When he wasn't looking she stole a flawless Ruby then sold it to him for about 350 gold. She was finally getting gold. Naomi said goodbye to Belethor and left. She looked at the house for sale but didn't want that one. She walked up to Ysolda and asked if she had anything..sadly not... Naomi looked at the man's cart that had meat and yelled "DRAGON!" to cause a distraction while she stole a good piece of meat from the man's cart then to top it off she said MY BAD... Just a bird" she Chuckled at the smart comments of "OH COME ON and SERIOUSLY?!" Naomi gave her wolf half the meat and drank some water then said "Good Stuff..." she let her wolf drink some for he must have been dying of thirst.

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seventeen - breton - location: Winterhold, College - tags: Nicholas

Altavia trudged back up to the college with more incentive to find out where her brother went as soon as possible. She was grateful enough that Hanzar and Mika would stay for a little longer, even when she insisted they go their own ways from Altavia.
She reached the large black gate into the courtyard, a bit curious to find a flash of violet contrasting the snow behind the foliage of the bushes too stubborn to give in to this winter. Her brow furrowed, and with her black hair sipping to and fro she approached the light that was now gone, hearing voices. Sure enough it was just the other apprentices testing their spells, but with another voice ringing out it was hard to ignore.

Seeing a familiar figure in the courtyard, she continued, "Nicholas? What are you doing?" she asked before well enough finding out for herself. A daedra stood from where the spell was initiated, and behind the mage was the awful shape she hated to recognize. "is that...? Am I...? she looked from Nicholas to he daedra to the dragon and back again, "D...dr..." Altavia didn't know which to ask about first, standing pale as the snow as she tried to process it.

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twenty nine - breton - location: Whiterun, watchtower - tags: Akadar, Anya, Dragon nomnomsoul

It wasn't his good arm, but the axe hit it's mark and hit it well. Dragon scales cracked underneath the blades and arrows that struck it. Celenr felt as though he walked into a bonfire so close to the dragon's face. His axe found itself tearing through it's neck with repetitious swings. He's done this before, alone. It was better that way, these summer-borns were just making a mess of it. He could already tell a good few had died. Idiots for meddling with a force they know so little about.

As his shout wore off, the breton flickered back into existence. The dragon having noticed him craned his neck to snap him up in his maw, but it was overwhelmed as it was, and collapsed to the earth with a lifeless thump. Celenr straightened, watching the dragon's soul rise from the beast and flow into his arms, his chest, his body. He clearly got more satisfaction out of killing a dragon than any of the poor lads from Whiterun. He winced as his left arm pulsed with pain, still broken, not well fixed back in place at all. His other held on of his bloody battle axes he set back into his belt before whistling, ignoring his spectators. "Xaliphax!" He called. It was what he named the strange Dawnstar steed. He knew a mount with potential when he saw one, all they needed was one to trust and follow.

Sure enough the white horse trotted up to him, his velvety coat and rounded face reminding him of his own horses back home. Celenr goes to stroke his lean neck, only to lave a smear of ash and blood. he tried to rub it away, leaving a mottled of his hand on a ghostly canvas. He would clean it later. He forced himself to breath through his cracked ribs as he hoisted himself back up into the saddle, a bit awkward like, and no doubt everyone was watching him, but his eyes only said he couldn't care less about their judgement.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Altaviaaaaa
Nicholas has since pulled himself back to his feet with the aid of the stone wall of the College, rubbing a small bump now forming on the back his head. "Why have you summoned me, mortal?" The unbound dremora repeated its question impatiently. Nicholas prepared to answer, but a familiar voice posed a question behind him. "Nicholas? What are you doing?" The Breton spun around to see Altavia, face pale with fear, or something along those lines. He nearly slipped on the ice a second time. "Oh! Altavia! Uh, hi. This really isn't what it looks like, whatever it looks like." Nick raised his hands in a defensive manner, his back turned to the daedra. "I was just summoning an unbound dremora for one of the mages... And that's not what's concerning you." The necromancer glanced back at Durnehviir, who chose not to comment on the situation. "Right, there is a bit of a dragon... That.. Th-That can be explained. I promise!" The dremora seemed to have lost its patience, for it withdrew its mace from its belt. With a battlecry it prepared to end the mage, but was quickly interrupted by a high-pitched scream from Nicholas and the subsequent snap of Durnehviir's jaws and the daedra's bones, followed by a muffled thud of its body landing in the powdery snow in the courtyard below. The dragon had wasted no time throwing the summoned creature from the roof and sending it back to Oblivion. Nicholas, seeing the danger now gone, removed his arms from in front of his face and planted his raised foot back on solid ground. "Didn't see that coming." Durnehviir's breath misted in the chilly air, the wind carrying it briefly from his nostrils before it dissipated. "Your reaction time shall be your demise, Mal Dinok." He stated with an exasperated snort. "I advise caution in your next summons. Do not allow yourself to be distracted." Nicholas crossed his arms. "I was not distracted! Okay, maybe a little, but that's because someone just walked in on my ritual. You'd think the roof of the Hall of Attainment would give you some privacy." He turned again to his fellow Breton. "Speaking of, you're still here. Now I get that you're probably a little confused about the dragon dude, but he's with me and totally harmless. Which... is a complete lie considering he just chucked a dremora off the roof. But he won't hurt you, and that I can promise." Stepping between Altavia and Durnehviir, Nicholas began introductions. "Altavia, meet Durnehviir. Durnehviir, meet Altavia." He gestured to each of them casually as they were introduced. Durnehviir dipped his massive head in greeting. "Now, can I try this again without being interrupted? It's cold up here." The dragon lifted his head ever so slightly, flakes of snow dusting his greenish scales. "Make haste if you attempt it again. A storm is coming." Nicholas frowned. "Yeah, I know that. Why do you think it's so cold? These robes do jack-squat for keeping wind out."

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seventeen - breton - location: Winterhold, College - tags: Nicholas

As nicholas stuttered some kind of explanation, Altavia's attention was taken by the dremora who was preparing to strike. The girl would too if she was summoned just to listen to mortal banter. Nonetheless she lunged towards Nick, ready to push the man with absolutely no sense out of harms way, but only wound up skidding to a melancholic halt upon the ice as suddenly the dragon stretched out and flung the dremora back into oblivion. She glanced at Nick with a shake of her head. Privacy? These are our dorms, Altavia wanted to remark quite strongly as she squatted on the ice struggling to find her balance.

She kept herself reserved in her heavy cloak, skeptical with the ongoing dissonance of her beliefs. Dragons killed her father. This one seemed to be protecting the mage. As she was introduced Altavia hesitantly nodded in acknowledgement, meeting Durneviir's gaze for a brief moment, uncertain of the complete politeness of the act. Her nose was a bright shade of pink, and although she seemed to be turning into ice herself, she did not feel all too cold, either that, or she was too distracted to complain. The girl stumbled to her feet, finding some traction of the ice glazed stone.
"Why is there a dragon here to begin with?" She demanded. The two were talking of summoning the thing again. A gust of wind accompanied the dragon's warning as if to give him credibility. Part of her was screaming to leave, but the other held her in place, thinking this is bloody amazing. "Who are you?" Altavia questioned, clearly meaning more than just the mages name.