Skyrim- Accepting!

[symmetra]

(yeah, I have no one with me. I'm open with Audauria)

[Sperophim]

"Pfft, no children for me." Ariaal said, as if the idea was ridiculous. "Not that I'm opposed to the idea, just that I don't plan on settling down for a while."
Ariaal sat backwards on a bench connected to a table, surprised at how nice the house was, considering it was once the refuge of a horrible serial killer. She rather liked this house and how cozy it was.
"I did have a house once, but sold it." Ariaal continued. "It was too large for just me, and other, more preferable lodgings were available to me, so of course I took those."

[dovah]

omg can I have a recap D: I'm sooooo sorry I keep leaving ugh)

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo let out an almost defeated sigh. "Yes. That and no one
seems to appreciate Dwarven craftsmanship these days. If you don't
have the biggest and best gear you may as we'll not have any at all
in this market. But on the bright side there's always someone who
needs an axe or saw or knife sharpened," the Imperial said before
pausing as he realized he had spoken of how his business ran. In this
town, such a slip up could be a fatal mistake. It was one of the many
unspoken rules of Riften, never speak of your money. Or, in this case,
how much you made.

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;27
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor

So sorry it took so long to respond,
my phone broke and I had to wait
to get a new one before I could
really get online. And. Yeah.
So sorry!

[★ nirvana,]

(So ... Assuming this roleplay is not completely dead, should the gang - (Katarina, Za'zah, Auguseethus, Phydra, Za'ji, Zachariah) yes shush that's what I'm calling them - all arrive in Dragon Bridge?

Please don't die. This roleplay has made my day since I first discovered it.)

[Sperophim]

{yes please have them arrive. I don't know what to do with Mr. Auguseethus.}

[Wind Mage]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo let out an almost defeated sigh. "Yes. That and no one
seems to appreciate Dwarven craftsmanship these days. If you don't
have the biggest and best gear you may as we'll not have any at all
in this market. But on the bright side there's always someone who
needs an axe or saw or knife sharpened," the Imperial said before
pausing as he realized he had spoken of how his business ran. In this
town, such a slip up could be a fatal mistake. It was one of the many
unspoken rules of Riften, never speak of your money. Or, in this case,
how much you made.

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;27
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor

So sorry it took so long to respond,
my phone broke and I had to wait
to get a new one before I could
really get online. And. Yeah.
So sorry!

oh wow, didn't even see this one, sorry)))

Faulonor/Bosmer/Rifton/tagged: Duviyn
Faulonor made a small hum-ish noise as a response, not truly paying much attention. He furrowed his brow as he eyed a guard not too far in front of them. The guard looked a little off, and almost instantly, the sell-sword recognized him as a member of the thieves' guild. This city was crawling with them, even in their "dark hour," and Faulonor hated it. Sure, he wasn't the greatest guy, but disguising one's self as a guard was just stupid. The elf squeaked nervously as he walked into Duviyn. Oh, he really needed to pay attention when walking. "Sorry, loose plank" He lied, quickly regaining his former place.

[★ nirvana,]

(Okay. I guess I'll just start us off here.)

Zachariah, for one, did not enjoy being outside in the sun. As a matter of fact, he despised it, but what was to be expected. And yet here he was, in the blistering heat of what could only be described as an unusually sunny day. Quite frankly, he didn't enjoy it.
He was not amused.
Skyrim was supposed to be cold, but this? This did not feel cold at all. He sighed heavily, looking behind him as he and his traveling companions arrived at their destination - Dragon Bridge. Next stop, the Penitus Oculatus Outpost to rescue Za'ji from her captors.

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn Varo's hand immediately went to a sack that
hung from his back and felt around the spot where he
usually kept his money as he felt someone brush agai-
nst him. The man looked back as Palidir spoke up and
he realized it had just been his temporary companion.
He dropped his hand hastily so that the other man wo-
uldn't see that he had been making sure a thief hadn't
mugged him. His face showed a mixture of relief and
guilt. He was glad it had just been Faulonor, and sin-
cerely hoped the man wouldn't be offended at Varo's
instinctive impulse. "Don't worry about it, lad," the
Imperial assured this cloaked fellow and chose to strike
up some conversation. "So, have you eaten yet?" He
asked. It was probably not the best tactic socially, but
it was the first that had come to mind.

Name;;Duviyn
Race;;Imperial
Age;;27
Location;;Riften
Tags;; Faulonor

Aha, ditto, so sorry.

[★ nirvana,]

{ bump }