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[Kveykva]

Akadar Strong-Blade - Male - 26 - Nord - Whiterun Watchtower - Tagged: Celenr and Anya
Akadar recieved his answer sooner than expected. "Zun hall viik. Irileth's weapon was torn from her grasp, finding its way into the hand of the Breton Dragonborn. The guards were awestruck. The man issued a warning to be wary of the dragons before returning Irileth's blade. A second stranger who had snuck into their midst spoke in response. "Hmm, your Thu'um lacks spirit..." Akadar furrowed his brow, looking between her and the Breton. the others of the guard quieted as well, Irileth more preoccupied with dusting dirt off her sword. She then revealed herself as Dragonborn as well, which although her feat of clearing the sky awed the others further, save him and Irileth, Akadar was left only puzzled. "Two? Two Dragonborns?" He wasn't even sure where to begin. Being Dragonborn, he assumed it was meant to be a once in a lifetime event. Yet here stood two. "Akatosh has blessed you both with the blood of dragons." He made a note that neither of them were Nords. The Dark Elf cut into the conversation after sheathing her blade. "Whether they are Dragonborn or otherwise, anyone who can kill a dragon is good enough for me." She stated, though eyed the Imperial with caution. None of them took to kindly to the dragon supporter. "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." The rider made his point, and it seemed inarguable. "The dragons want to enslave our races, as they did millennia before." Akadar agreed. Irileth addressed the rider, still carrying hard feelings that he swiped her sword. "The Jarl of Whiterun will want to see you, Dragonborn," Her tone almost mocked the word and legend. Akadar was now at a loss for words. What were they to do now that dragons had returned?

Xaliphax - Whiterun Watchtower - Tagged: Celenr and Akadar
Xaliphax reacted more violently to the insult than his rider. He would have lashed out, but Celenr kept a firm hold on the reigns and the ivory furred stallion wished not to harm him. Yet it knew the claim of a torn soul was the truth. He strayed from his path and wished to find the one he'd lost, but wandering aimlessly did little to accomplish that. Xaliphax had grown fond of Celenr as well, and he wore his name "Xaliphax" well. Snorting angrily, the white steed shook his head and stamped his hoof twice, wishing Naomi to step back.

[Leopardgecko249]

Naomi//22//Whiterun Watchtower//tagged-Irileth,Celenr

Naomi rolled her red eyes then saying "not all dragons are like that.... they can change" she stated being reminded of the grey beards and their leader paarthanax (I dunno how to spell it D: ) "and Irileth... I would only expect the Jarl to want to see both of us...." she stated not asking but doing so. She wispered something unrecognizable to anyone but herself.."therefore I shall see you there" she said with a smirk then running back without a answer from Irileth. Niona ran into the gates rolling her eyes thinking 'am I constantly in Whiterun?' she walked along side her wolf and into DragonsReach bowing her head in the Jarl's presents saying "Jarl... I am here to inform you of there being two dragon borns.... and I am one... Naomi" she raised herself up and looked into the Jarl's eyes taking off her cloak with a hood. Mate---Open "Nonsense! Don't waste my time what ever your name is..... but if you are this so called Dragon Born.... Snow me..." Naomi-- Fine," Naomi felt like the classic thu'um so she breaths in deep and when she exhales the words that became a shout" Fus... RO DAH!" Jarl--Impressivs... I believe you Imperial.." Naomi--- It's Naomi" jarl---- Yea,Yea..."

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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."

[Lyneth]

Runa Kjordesen/ Female Khajiit / 22 / Whiterun / Slick



Tilting her head, her offended expression faded to one of consideration. If what he said was said in honesty, she kind of felt a bit… flattered? But she would not admit that of course. "Uh… well," Runa began as she again grew flustered. Setting down her book, she replied, "Then you certainly have a strange taste in women." Tugging uncomfortably at the collar of her robe, she glanced away. "I am usually seen as a joke to many, being a cat in robes." She snorted, scoffing at the thought.
"Needless to say, I don't get compliments like this very often," she said in her own way of apologizing. In truth, she had never received anything like this kind of attention before. However the idea of him wanting a hook up completely went over her head(perhaps out of naivety with this kind of situation) and she now assumed he just wanted to talk. Well, Runa didn't mind simply ‘talking’ if he wasn’t insulting her.
Weird as the form of admiration was, and while it was offered in a way that made her cringe, she regardless secretly appreciated it a lot. Internally the feeling was a giggle in excitement, (like a child) at the idea of being found so beautiful.

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

Altavia had not met Phinis, but had heard of the conjuration mage after her introductions. Exactly how much did it take to convince Phinis to help him? It was such a weighted task in such a short amount of time since they've been at the college. All Altavia could do was stand back and watch, and learn. He summoned the unbound daedra again with ease, then utilized his unique skills to make the job easier. The living skeleton made the demon of oblivion look a bit rather insignificant. And angry.
Nicholas stood as-a-matter-of-factly so that everyone could recgognize he was in charge of this ritual, not the daedra, not the dragon spectating behind Altavia, and all his discomfort was gone.
"Is he actually going to give him the stone?" Altavia as the dragon, tying her hair behind her. The winds were worsening, the storm nearing. A flurry had started in a surprisingly short amount of time, their surroundings gradually turning white around them. the glow from the oblivion magic illuminating the grey. It was an awkward feeling having Durnehviir part of this scene, only being reminded of the incident a full moon ago. Friend did not sit right with her, but she had no strong feelings towards him. In fact, she found something strangely human in him and other dragons, and could not quite understand it.

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

"Clearly the Jarl has a volunteer." Celenr mused as Naomi started off. He stayed put as Xaliphax shuffled underneath him. His injuries wouldn't get him far, "I will go still," He added slowly, "I'm feeling a bit...under the weather."
That was an understatement, but the guards seemed to get the gist. Celenr couldn't tell if they were excited under their helms, just that they were still baffled as some parted away to check the debris of the watchtower, a smoldering structure beside them. Passing the first guard he spoke to, and leaned down a bit, uncomfortably, just the assure that, "By the by, I am not associated to that woman in anyway. That was just coincidence.", just in case they somehow connected the two. The woman could do whatever she pleased as long as he wasn't dragged into it. He had his own agenda, and subconsciously fingered his satchel for the familiar shape. 7 to go... He thought. He wondered how long it would take for his sister to find the first he left behind for her. Since he realized she also had the voice he'd been trying to contact her, guide her, and being the clever girl that she is it shouldn't take long for their paths to cross.

Tapping his heel's on Xaliphax's girth, he let the horse walk forward on his own pace, leading him towards the Whiterun gates through the tall grass which surrounded it instead of merging back on the road.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Altavia
The daedra made a guttural sound that almost sounded like a growl, spitting curses at the necromancer's feet. "That's a little rude, don't you think? I'm asking nicely, but I won't ask again." His violet eyes grew cold, meeting the orange ones of the dremora intrepidly. "Bring me a Sigil Stone." Durnehviir kept a watchful eye on the black haired mage, shifting his position briefly to a more conformable one. "Mal Dinok can be very persuasive when he means to be," The dragon answered with a rumbling tone. "However, creatures of Oblivion are golah, stubborn by nature. It may take more convincing than Nicholas is willing to pursue." This became quite clear as Nick continued to poke at the dremora, making little progress. "You are making this needlessly difficult," He huffed, tucking his numb hands into his robes "If you just bring me the stone, then you can go free and I won't bother you anymore." The dremora struggled. "I will not submit to you, mortal. Release me! Nicholas looked back to Durnehviir, at a loss. "We've been going at this for like, twenty minutes and he won't budge. I don't think talking to him will get us anywhere." A puff of mist exited Durnehviir's nose, the steam drifting into the endless beyond. "If you desire progress, you must be hevno. Release him and offer a duel; if you best him, he shall submit and bring you the golz, the stone." Nicholas seemed almost hesitant. "I don't want to kill him... He didn't do anything wrong, I just need a Sigil Stone. I'm not going to fight him over that."

[Kveykva]

Akadar Strong-Blade - Male - 26 - Nord - Whiterun Watchtower - Tagged: Celenr and Anya and Naomi
The Imperial Dragonborn stated she would go see the Jarl and booked it towards Whiterun before anyone could argue. "I do not believe that is nec--" Irileth couldn't even finish her sentence before Naomi was gone, which left the Dark Elf fuming. Akadar hated that he had to stifle a childish snicker. People rarely disrespected the Jarl's housecarl, and to see her become so flustered now was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The dragonslayer's comment only worsened the situation, but Irileth bit her tongue and ordered the remaining guards to fall back to Whiterun, the battle won. Hopefully they would arrive before the dragon sympathizer made a fool of herself in front of the Jarl. The Breton approached Akadar, speaking an assurance as he passed. "I would have not guessed you were." The guard nodded, trailing behind the rest of the guard as they made their trek back to Whiterun "You didn't take too kindly to her presence," Nor did many of the others, either. To think anyone would take the side of such vicious, cruel creatures was baffling. On a separate note, AKadar began to feel aching pains all over his body as the adrenaline faded. A burn dominated the left side of his torso, and his right hand felt broken, and various cuts and bruises occupied all the other places. "I doubt mead will do me much good in this condition..."

Xaliphax - Whiterun Watchtower - Tagged: Celenr and Akadar and Naomi
The white horse snorted disdainfully as Naomi departed. He cared little for the Imperial pretender, as he felt most accurate to describe her. Xaliphax flicked his tail to and fro, staring towards Whiterun following his master's command. He kept a slow, striding gait, as a gallop would jarr the rider and cause pain to his already aching injuries, but the stallion's long, seemingly delicate legs crossed the terrain with ease. The journey to Whiterun would be very short, even at a walking pace.

[Captain Plucky]

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

The guard roared with laughter in Conavins reply, Raavi awkwardly laughing along. She could tell that Conavin wanted to leave the Rift guard just as much as she did, so the female decided to speak up; despite her internal dismay. "Well, I hate to be that kind of wife," Raavi said playfully, "But, we have to go now, I want to make sure I get the best dress, after all! Don't want anyone taking it before I get it!" she joked, hoping it would be enough to end the conversation.

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

Slick listened to Runa's words, relieved that she understood he didn't mean to upset her. "Well, you certainly deserve compliments. I don't see why other men haven't tried to talk to you. You're very pretty." he stated smoothly, leaning back on the bench. "My name is Slick, it's a pleasure to meet you." He winked at Runa, smirking.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
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Conavin could practically feel how awkward Raavi was just by her laugh, and was beyond grateful when she spoke up, finally ending the very awkward situation. "I do suppose my lady does a point. We should go. Have a great day!" he bade the guard farewell with a smile, and quickly walked away. He knew that he should've waited for the guard to answer, but he didn't think he could continue that conversation any longer. "We will never speak of this again. Understand, Raavi?" he asked, keeping his voice down.

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

Altavia listened to Durnehviir while she watched the mage and daedra argue. Willing to pursue? She thought as she fumbled with her tingling fingers under her cloak. From cold, or from the situation she couldn't tell. Then after the dragon lifted his voice and gave a suggestion to Nicholas, she understood. It was why she did not hate Nicholas or avoid him from the start. Despite necromancy and seclusion he had a heart.
"I don't want to kill him...He didn't do anything wrong," Nick disagreed with the dragon's suggestion. Unlike Altavia, the man didn't have the ambition to get what he wanted, as if it really wasn't all that big of a deal to begin with. He was fine with less so he wouldn't have to break the comfort of of his values. The girl wished she could be like that, but she could not. She was young. She was hurt, and she had no beliefs to guide her. Her family didn't worship any gods to pray to, so you were the one to make the most of your life. Her hands moved apart under her cloak and she unsheathed her blade.
"I'll do it. Deadra, I will challenge you in return for a Sigil Stone." She called out over the wind that howled. She turned to Nick, "Sometimes words won't suffice. It's strength that these creatures value." Altavia explained as if she was lecturing him for ignorance, even though that was not the case. "Dreh, ni rot." She added. Actions, not words. She didn't realize that it was dragon tongue, only that her brother would say it often. He promised her wouldn't abandon her, but his actions spoke for him, and her actions would speak for herself as well.
"Well then? I'm ready to get this over with so i'm in bed before the storm hits." She complained. The sword she held seemed to be made of black glass, weight and temperament alike to the old elvish glass forgery. It was her razor. Icy orbs patiently peered at the mage a meter away from her.

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

"It wasn't her presence that bothered me. It was when she started talking." Celenr pointed out. True, the first thing she said was an insult to his many years of practice and accomplishments. He wondered to the nordic gods why they would chose such a child to bestow the thuum upon. Then again they also chose his sister...it couldn't have been a coincidence. Everything happened for a reason. He reached the stables, at which he willed Xaliphax to stop. Slipping down from the saddle with only one arm the breton paused to take a look at his mount, the words that the woman said coming mind. He looked into a dark eye and believed it when she said it was torn, but, from it's aura he could tell that between what what torn something strong had come to fill that space. He could somehow relate inside. "Play nice, Xaliphax." He jested.
Celenr came up with the name after short time with the horse, it being derived from the name Xalerix, the 'father of all horses' form which only the truest of steeds would be borne and ran faster than the winds, capable of understanding speech as well. It was only fitting for a horse like this one. celenr gave him to a wary stable hand, whether from the horse or the bloody man who gave it to him didn't matter. He clambered up the rest of the slope to the gate, where he encountered the same guards from the watchtower.
"You're right, it's going to take a stronger brew than honey..." He sighed, overhearing one guards grumble about his injuries."What say you we find it?" He added. He left his satchel tied to Xaliphax's saddle, knowing no smart man would try and steal from it. The wards he enchanted the bag with would spread a temporary irrational fear into those who did. Why not lay back from his quest for the while?