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[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Ravager
The male listened to Ravager. He's from Cyrodil? Hanzar looked to the vampire as he thought. The argonian chuckled slightly at Ravagers slight joke- at least it was a joke to him. "There are two sanctuaries here in Skyrim. The one on the outskirts of Falkreath and one right outside of Dawnstar. I believe the Dawnstar one is abandoned, but they use it as a back-up." Hanzar shrugged lightly.

Sorry for the really short reply. I'm not quite sure what to say right now.)

[uncommon]

Ravager - M - 223 (appears to be: mid thirties) - Bosmer/Vampire - Abandoned den - Tags: Hanzar
"Falkreath and Dawnstar.. low end cities. Could you take me to Falkreath?" For once after 200 years of being stuck in Tamriel, with no where to go, the vampire sounded excited. It had been so long since he had heard the Night Mother's cold words, and he wondered if she would accept him as her listener yet again. He wondered if even the Brotherhood would allow him back into their arms. He was an assassin, after all, so why wouldn't they? But he knew the answer to that question. When he would claim to be a listener, they would ask of his real name. And once it was spoken, there was no way to get it back. And his name carried weight. Too much weight. There was no telling how they would react to what he did, long ago, back in Cyrodil.
(oh it's chill, this part is mostly just dialogue right now so there isn't much to say. we'll have longer responses once the role-play picks up a little and we get out of this old den.)

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Ravager
Hanzar lifted his finger to his chin as if he were thinking. Ravager asked if Hanzar could take him to Falkreath for the sanctuary. He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I suppose I can. It'll be a few days walk, unless we can get a pair of horses. Are you able to walk in the sun? If not then it'll take even longer if we only travel by night." The argonian didn't know what he was getting himself into, and if this trip was going to take longer than it really should. "Also, I won't be able to go into the sanctuary with you, so you will be alone, but I do believe you can handle yourself. Astrid knows who I am and what I look like so she won't take too kindly if she sees my face in her home. Unless if you can do all the talking and create some excuse then I'm all ears." Hanzar chuckled slightly before standing up and offering the male a hand for help. "I am willing to do almost anything to became an assassin." He said calmly.

[uncommon]

Ravager - M - 223 (appears to be: mid thirties) - Bosmer/Vampire - Abandoned den - Tags: Hanzar
Ravager frowned. The argonian thought him to slow him down! He nodded slowly at the idea of riding horses. "We could go to Dragonsbridge. It's not far, and I'm positive they have horses. In fact, I was just about to eat one when the Dawnguard caught me. As for the sunlight, I can travel during the day. It's extremely uncomfortable, but with the proper padding I won't die." He smiled before equipping himself with a Wild Bosmer mask, of which was made of skull and hide. It shielded the majority of his face from the rays of the sun and kept his identity a secret. "Once we get the horses, it should be a smooth journey to Falkreath." He noted the argonian's enthusiasm. "Careful, Hanzar. Killing isn't all about fun and games." And with that, he made his way out of the den, despite the pain that was present in his leg.

[Kveykva]

Apocrypha - Firebird - Calcemo's Dwemer Museum - Tagged: Durak
The firebird swiftly rejoined the Orismer, leaving blinded Nimhe in her wake. The frostbite spider made its guttural cries and made a mess of the museum, but so long as the two remained silent it would not spot them. Once there was a door between the duo and the colossal pest, Apocrypha let loose the breath she had unknowingly been holding. "Next, is forward." Certainly a vague answer, but the firebird would need to take time to recall her knowledge of Understone Keep's layout; she wasn't a map. "Forward" was, well, straightforward enough. What she did know off the top of her avian brain was that the laboratory conisted one one route, and all other branch-offs were brief and were capped by dead ends. "But keep watch for traps," Apocrypha warned the Orc. "Each lever, switch, and pressure plate you see is part of some kind of contraption, most of which are deadly. But there are no guards due to the spider's presence, so you are free to move swiftly." In the meantime, the firebird would meditate on her knowledge of the laboratory stronghold, as well as the words of her Daedric master.

[dudevinci]

// hello! since im not quite clear on who's where, I'll just drop my gal in and let's see what happens

tags;; n/a - feeling;; calm - riften, in the bee and the barb. - armed/unarmed
Lilliana hummed along with the bard singing, a small smile lighting her face. This was, one of her very favorite tunes-- The Tale Of The Tongues, she quite enjoyed the word play in it, with some of the lyrics, and the tune is just too catchy for her to resist, her foot tapped along to the beat of the bard's flute. She had a bottle of mead in her hand, occasionally sipping from it, listening to the conversations nearby her. As usual, they were arguing, about the damned war. Couldn't someone just make a damn move and finish it already? Lilliana knew, being a Nord, siding with Ulfric and the Stormcloaks would only be natural, she found herself repulsed by the man's racist ideals. Nor did she find the Imperials any better, they just seemed to be puppets for the Thalmor. Now, she had no problems with elves, she got along with them just fine! But the Thalmor were nosy little idiots to her, she never understood why they couldn't be happy with their lot. Shaking her head a little, getting rid of those thoughts, she scanned the inn for the person she was supposed to be fishing from. He hadn't come in yet, but she knew he would, and pickpocketing someone while they're asleep in their room at the inn seemed to be a piece of cake. She sighed heavily, and put the empty bottle down, eating a loaf of bread, her hood pulled over her face, she was in normal civilian clothes, armed with her trusty glass daggers.

[vega.]

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

Altavia had shaken her head at Nick, "I may be good, but I can't commit to something like that." She said. In her room she slid the satchel containing the strange mask under her bed, scratching her head all the while as she tried to pinpoint the source of her discomfort with no avail. A minute later she rose and turned to see Nick walk in fully dressed, carrying the sigil stone in his hand. Her peeked out beyond him through the doorway and noticed one of the mages, a redgaurd, giving information to the interested mages. The rest must of scattered, led out by the archmage to their quarters or for perhaps a longer discussion at the Archmage's. Certainly it was a good deal for the college, there was most likely a good amoutn of coin involved, and that made it all the more strange.
"What about you?" She began, "Aren't you interested? I'm sure they were appreciate necromancy to some extent. If looked at the right way, it makes you a better mage than I." She combed out her tangles with a rough brush, and tied her hair behind her head, gloving her scarred hands. Despite her concerns, the day still moved on, and no doubt was the sun well over the snowy cliffs. She had to focus on the present before it moved on without her.
"Anyways, I have an alteration lesson with Tolfdir, want to come?" She offered, securing her dark leather boots over her feet.
Wraps were good and all, but these boots were her favorite, warm and perfect.

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sixteen - nord - location: Whiterun - tags: Akadar

"I sort of want to say i'm sorry I missed it, i'd like to see a dragon at some point." Faolan shrugged, A breton though? Where's he now?"
The boy was in truth curious of the incident, mainly because he wanted to see a myth come true before his eyes, but would he fight one if he could? He glanced at his swords laying in their sheaths, wondering if he could. He held a new found admiration that his brother had willingly fought such a thing. Riding up to Whiterun bound in roped and doing dragged across the grassy plains he spotted the skeleton near the watchtower, but never really got a good look. He took his eyes off his blades and suddenly sneezed. Rubbing his watering eyes he took a look around the dusty manor. The place needed some sprucing-up. "By the gods, man, you need a lady, this place could be passed for abandoned if you didn't take a good look." He sniffed "Or spare the lady and just hire a housekeeper." Faolan didn't want to admit he was somewhat allergic to the dust and whatnot that had gathered itself in Akadar's home. That was one of the reasons his jobs never included clearing out tombs and caves of rival bandit groups. He'd give the whole team away, and he wasn't proud of it now tearing up in front of his brother.

[Captain Plucky]

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

Raavi took a breath of the Bee and Barb in, suddenly surging with energy. The potion had worked almost instantly, and she was already perking up again. Not to mention, some good wine or ale would totally help with that. "Of course!" she exclaimed, her voice flooded with liveliness and happiness. She went over to a green male Argonian, speaking to him for a brief while. She came back with two drinks. "Okay, so you have two options." she began, "This ale is called 'The Velvet LeChance', and is a mixture of blackberry, honey, spiced wine, and a touch of nightshade. This is the more mild drink." she then held up the two, gesturing at them with her eyes. "This one, however, is a little harder to tame. It's called 'The Cliff Racer', and is Firebrand Wine, Cyrodiilic Brandy, Flin, and Sujamma. If you're feeling really brave, then I would go for this one." she explained, grinning widely at Conavin.

Slick/ Brenton/ Thief/ Mood: Lonely./ Male/ 19/ Tags; Unavailable.

Slick, as soon as he arrived on the mountains, went as far up as he could with his horse. When it couldn't continue, he stored it inside of a shallow cave. Rolling up his sleeves, his breathing uneven from the cold, he began to climb. With his notebook tucked into his clothes, he was incredibly determined to get to the top. Once his hands touched the stone, his hands began to freeze from the cold. Shivering, he kept on going, not caring about his hands. Yet, as he climbed, Slick's body became more and more numb, more difficult to command. Seeing the top so far away, he was worried that he might slip and fall. He desperately tried to climb to some sort of level ground, hyperventilating from fatigue and panic.

Maramal the Sharper/ Redguard/ Assassin/ Mood: Relieved./ Male/ 27/ Tags; None.

As the cool breeze of the cold night his Maramal's face, he found himself ever farther away from becoming drowsy. Accepting the fact that he just wouldn't sleep, he began to walk. His light footsteps barely made a sound on the pavement as he continued on his way. I'm just going to take a break from my job for the time being. I just can't keep going on like this. He decided. Maramal had been working very hard recently, with little to no rest. He felt that, if he kept on going this way, he would collapse from exhaustion once the adrenaline worn off. Shaking his head, the Redguard pulled his hood and mask over his face, not wanting to get cold in the chilly weather. Knowing that he had taken a little pressure off of him, that made him feel a little better about everything. He hoped that the tranquility of the night would last.

[LYKOICXDED]

Eden Stormblade - Nord - Female - 21 - Kynesgrove - Tags; Shade

Eden smiled softly, pulling her gauntlets off and popping her knuckles. "Skyrim is a complete mess right now. Dragons coming back to life, assassins running about, Forsworn getting fired up.." She shook her head slightly, chuckling. "You made the right choice.
You can't depend on your parents to make your life choices for you.. Or at least make the choices that will make you happy. I let my parents do that for too long. I was set on the path to be a simple farmer so they could keep me away from fighting and being stronger than them. I went off on my own and now I'm leagues happier." She pat Bosco. "Sure, Skyrim might not be the kindest place, but it's beautiful and filled with great people if you know where to look." She laughed. "Windhelm surely wouldn't be the best place to look, though."

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Altavia and a lesser amount of weirdo mages
The necromancer scoffed and waved off the suggestion. "Don't be ridiculous," He answered, tucking the Sigil Stone under his arm. "Skill or no skill, I don't have anything to offer. It's not like necromancy can be used to better the magical society. I'm not creating a more resilient breed of livestock with alteration magic or rekindling the Dragonfires with the magical power of my soul." Nicholas shrugged. "As great as an apprenticeship like that sounds, it'd just be an opportunity wasted on me." The Breton could think of endless uses and possibilities for his chosen school of magic, but there were very few in the world who saw necromancy the way he did. He didn't necessarily blame anyone for thinking he was committing some crime against nature, he just wished people would give him the benefit of the doubt and not jump to the conclusion that he wanted to take over the world. And Nords were just too superstitious for his taste. Nicholas began trying to twirl the round stone on his fingertips when Altavia offered that he attend her alteration lesson. "Sure, I'll come. I have to give this to Phinis first, but besides that I've really got nothing else to do. I can meet you there?" The necromancer asked, the stone toppling off his finger into his chest, where he caught it and stopped messing around.