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[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: *Loud, internal screeching*/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

"Yet, that's right." Raavi nodded, looking around the city. It was still daytime, and many people were in the central market buying and selling items. Hopefully, the people would be so distracted with their shopping, that they wouldn't even notice Conavin and the Nightingale. "Hey, Raavi!" a Rift guard called to her playfully, spotting the extroverted, friendly Khajiit. "You finally found a man, eh? Good for you!" He beamed, Kinair seeming to try and bury her head in her clothes. It was failing horribly, and she couldn't seem to hide from all of the heads that suddenly turned her way.

Slick/ Brenton/ Thief/ Mood: Caught off guard/ Male/ 19/ Tags; Runa.

"What? No, no!" Slick objected suddenly at Runa's words, drawing his head back. "I'm not making fun of you at all, that isn't even near my intentions!" he stated, crossing his legs. "I was just trying to talk with a beautiful woman like yourself. I apologize if I offended you in any way." he stated sincerely. If there was one thing he knew from his mother, it was to not make them angry; or else you would get beat.

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

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Conavin managed to keep his cool, but he was horribly thrown off by the guard's words, and quickly scanned the area to see if there was way to leave the situation without being rude. Sadly, he wasn't very well coursed in social interactions, and Kinair seemed preoccupied with trying to bury her head into her clothes. "Ha! I wish!" he said with a smile, trying to act amused in an attempt to retain his pride. "We were just heading to the general store. Thought I should get myself some nice clothes for the wedding."

[Kveykva]

Akadar Strong-Blade - Male - 26 - Nord - Whiterun Watchtower - Tagged: Celenr and Anya
It felt as though the battle ended before it even begun. Immediately following the ancient words in Dovahzul, the dragon became beaten and bloodied right before their very eyes. It was as though nothing but wind struck down the beast, and Akadar heard a few of the guards murmur praises to Kynareth. Soon a figure melted into existence at the dragon's side. The beast uttered a furious growl, but its injuries were too great for it to lash out any more. Its scales began to burn and boil, an ethereal light flowing from its bones into the man that stood alone. "Dragonborn," Akadar realized before anyone could bring themselves to speak. "Like the legends... You, you are Dragonborn." The other guards remaining picked up on almost immediately. Irileth was the only one left out of the loop. "Dragonborn? What is all this nonsense you speak of?" The rest of the guards tried to help her see reason, mostly because they felt offended that the Dark Elf would dare refer to their Nordic heritage as 'nonsense.' Akadar didn't take part in the discussion, their words lost on him as he approached the Breton, now mounting his ghostly horse. "Show me your Thu'um." He said, dropping the mace from his hand. "If you are Dragonborn, show us your Thu'um."

Xaliphax - Whiterun Watchtower - Tagged: Celenr and Akadar
The ivory stallion, now known as Xaliphax, came trotting over in response to its rider's command. It could see the man was injured worse than before, when they first met. A hand stroked its neck and left it matted with blood and the remnants of flame, and Xaliphax butted Celenr's shoulder tenderly with its muzzle. It stood still as the Breton mounted back into the saddle unsteadily and awaited its next command, though it took a step back when the guard approached, stamping its hoof as a warning. Xaliphax did not take kindly to most, and the few who he did allow near were right to have caution. This guard was no exception.

(Kinda short, sorry. I'll post with Nicholas soon, I just didn't do this last night.)

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Suspicious Altavia
"Who am I? I told you, I'm..." A look from both Altavia and the dragon bound to the Soul Cairn told him not to finish. "That's not what you meant... Okay, so let's see if I can put this in a way that you'll understand and hopefully not hate me." He cleared his throat and turned to face her, his hands shoved in his pockets. "So, the best way I can put this is that I'm a necromancer. Full on, raising the dead and binding them to my will. That makes it sound really bad... I think just summoning mindless thralls would be more accurate. So, there's that..." Nicholas honestly could not find a good way to put this. He was a necromancer, which he didn't feel like was a bad thing, but that didn't speak for the rest of Skyrim. As far as they were concerned, he was a freak. He disrespected those who have passed by raising them, and broke the laws of nature by bringing things back to life. The Vigilants of Stendarr made it very clear he was a sin in the eyes of their patron god. None of that was true, however. He never fully brought anything back to life, for that was a line that should never be crossed. Nicholas knew that, and the souls he raised were just lost ones from the Soul Cairn, like mistmen and wrathmen. He never did anything wrong, but he supposed none of that would ever matter. "That's all there is to it. I'm a necromancer," Nick admitted, looking down to avoid Altavia's gaze. He couldn't help but feel ashamed for his choice of magic. As far as the people were concerned, necromancy was a crime. "And Durnehviir, well, he's been around since I was a kid. He's a friend, and he's here because I'm an idiot and would probably get myself killed if I tried to summon an unbound daedra alone. I would've asked one of the other mages, but you know, they're smarter than to say yes."

[Leopardgecko249]

Naomi|22|Female|Imperial| Wandering Whiteruns WatchTower| Tagged-Open

Naomi dislikes Whiterun alot so she stole what she could and headed out into the direction of Riften Naomi knew there would be alot of money to STEAL for herself there. Naomi opened her mal and realized she would need to hire some so sort of carriage to get there on the time she needed. So she ran back to the stables and said to the carriage driver "50 coin to riften." Then the man replied as always [color=#FFBF00]" Climb in back and we'll be off." :[/color] so that's what she did. She climbed in the carrage helping her wolf up saying to him "There ya go..." Naomi relaxed for a while until seeing a person on a ghostly horse by the torn down tower. They were next to a SKELETON of a dragon. Naomi realized the carrage was going the wrong way so Naomi asked to just get of there. So she hopped off approaching the skeleton saying " poor dragon.... he was probibly just misunderstood" Naomi sighed laying her head on the skeleton feeling it's warm feel. Naomi hated seeing the dragons die. Then Naomi saw her Irileth the Dark Elf she disliked as Naomi Said with a snoody look on her face " No wonder he is dead.. Irileth is here.." Naomi looked at the man on the horse and tried to smile. But her wolf sat by her leg and slightly growled. Naja... the thought of the name in her mind "That's what i'll name you Naja... hmm good boy.." Naomi leaned down to pet her wolf then to stand up and look at this demon like horse and said to herself That horse could come in good use" Naomi chuckled at her words not trying to make a move.

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

Altavia bit her tongue, letting the man explain himself and the dragon until she could no longer and grumbled, "Well, you are a bit of an idiot." before taking in a breath, "You walk on black ice, mage."
It was an old family proverb that slipped off her tongue in the wake of being unable to say anything else. Black ice was invisible and thin, could give any time. It meant that he had her faith, but not her trust. Anything could happen for the worse, especially with what Nicholas doing being taboo in this province.

There was no sense lingering on the subject. She still felt her expression frozen in a state of unease, it all going back to the letter she was handed to by that woman of stranger things revealing that Altavia was not alone on her quest, but also watched. She was afraid it had something to do with Nicholas as well. She didn't think he was the one to send it; he didn't even seem comfortable in a conversation. High Rock had it's share of necromantic affairs, but she's read the Legend of Vastarie, and even though it was looked upon as a despicable study, Altavia couldn't help but read about the arts as well. It was important in her family traditions or whatnot to be well rounded and even educated in the more controversial magic. It wasn't the power that made her wary, she had some of her her own, but it was what particular people do with such power.

But she wasn't one to run away. Instead, still keeping a reasonable distance from Durnehviir, she moved in closer. "So why are you you summoning an unbound?" She continued? If not for the short amount of time she would be playing a game where she asked a thousand questions

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twenty nine - breton - location: Whiterun, watchtower - tags: Akadar, lil Xaliphax, Naomi

Taking some little pride in himself, Celenr gathered his reins to continue on his way, but noticed one of the guards approaching him. "If you're Dragonborn, show us your thuum." he asked. The breton wiped his brow in thought of whether he had enough energy to do so. From the corner of his eye he noticed a woman inspecting the dragon's remains. Other's were as well. The only one who didn't seem fascinated by the scene was a particular Dark Elf who seemed to be the head of them all. Might as well give a proper message.
"Zun hall viik." Said the man after slacking his reins, good arm outstretched towards Irileth expectantly as the thuum yanked her unsheathed blade out of her hand and hilt-first into his hand. He swung it lazily, "Yes, your prophecies have come to yield you a legend." He began, pointing the sword to the ones surrounding him. "I am Dragonborn, not the only of my kind but most likely the first to warm you all that this is no nonsense. The dragons have come back, and this one is not the last you'll be seeing," He paused to gesture at the bones and scales left behind. It wasn't a strong dragon, not like those of blood and ice in the mountains, but he was a fiery one, and his fire burned in Celenr as he spread his warning. "So it is best if my warning is heeded."

He tossed the sword back to the disgruntled elf and picked up his reins again, blinking a couple times as his eyes lost their focus. He looked down at the guard who first came to him as if to see if that answered his questions.

[Leopardgecko249]

Naomi//22//Imperial//Whiterun Watchtower//Tagged-Celenr

"Hmm your thu'um lacks spirit..." she muttered to herself then speaking loudly "you dragon killers will only fear Alduin in the end.... for this man is not the only dragon born...." she breathed in and when she exhaled the words that escaped her moulth were " Lok Vah Koor!" As the words came into a shout aimed into the sky clearing any clouds or rain that was coming soon "and I don't murder dragons... they are misunderstood creatures who need someone to care for them... and clearly you are not the one" she said directly to Celenr. "This horse will do no good to you for it is... a torn soul.." she said.. "I can only ask your name without talking about this poor dragon..." she rubbed the skeleton feeling sorrow for it.

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twenty nine - breton - location: Whiterun, watchtower - tags: Akadar, lil Xaliphax, Naomi

He turned his head slightly as the woman behind him began to speak, gritting his teeth in effort to hold himself. Celenr was a man who typically could brush off insults in the light of greater things to do, but through the pain in his broken bones he sat mildly irritable. "Spirit? I've been thrown off a cliff woman." He imagined himself retorting. The woman was also dragon born, and he wondered how long she had been bantering about protecting the dragons.
"In the Merethic Era, the dragons held a corrupted rule over Skyrim. Thanks to Alduin, they come back now and they are not here to share a cup of ale." He pointed out. The beasts live in their pride. He's spoken to one before in battle, and it was nothing but the dragon challenging him with points about how Celenr was so mortal. How wrong Kuntovit was.
"I was rather fine listening to your controversy over killing dragons, but must you offend my horse?" He furrowed his brows slightly in make-shift disappointment. "I think it's only right that you share your name, chosen one." Celenr finished half-tauntingly, shifting his seat. His dark hair was gradually falling over his brow once again.

[Leopardgecko249]

Naomi//22//imperial//Whiterun Watchtower// Tagged-Celenr

"Naomi..... my name is Naomi..." she sighed "and no one said I stood with ALDUIN I just said they are misunderstood.... and before anyome's pets get upset..." Naomi bent down on one knee and said "this is Naja... a wolf that was caught in a hunters trap... freed by me...." Naomi stood up and put her hood on kinda mysterious, she didn't want this weird person to know she was Werewolf but what was he going to do "so did you just find out about being dragon born.... or never tell anyone when they needed it hmn?" Naomi smirked with a wolf-ish grin to him thinking about his mysterious looking horse. Then she just stopped in her tracks as she picked up a gold coin that was on the ground putting it in her satchel. From bending down her armour moved a bit. "Jeez this is why I hate iron armour..." she muttered to herself.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Suspicious Altavia
"You walk on black ice, mage." Her comment felt colder than Skyrim's harsh winter. Nicholas wasn't sure why he ever tried to win favor among his peers. The only reason necromancy was his practice was because it ran in his family, and he was rubbish at every other school. Nick amazed even himself when he managed to conjure the unbound so easily. Feeling the need to tread carefully on his words and actions during his time on the back ice, he turned back to the ritual setup. "Phinis asked me to. He needs a Sigil Stone for some more advanced Conjuration spells, and the only way to get one is to conjure an unbound daedra and make it retrieve a Sigil Stone from Oblivion." Nick explained, forming the violet Oblivion magic in his palms and putting his hands together. "I'm pretty sure he's wanting me to get myself killed so I'll stop bothering him, so I'm going to try and prove him wrong." Moving his hands in the same sequence as before, the mage performed the ritual and summoned the unbound a second time. The daedra didn't seem very thankful to be brought back a second time, and likely would have attacked if Nick hadn't restrained him. Immediately after conjuring the dremora, the necromancer called upon a wrathman to immobilize the unbound before it struck out. "Now," He sighed, putting his arms down. The dremora struggled, but the skeleton bearing ancient Nordic armor and a dragonbone greatsword on its back was stronger, showing just how powerful of a necromancer Nicholas was. "I need you to do me a favor, daedra." The Breton folded his arms over his chest. "Bring me a Sigil Stone."