Tнe Elder Scrollѕ V: Sĸyrιм // Oρeи!

[★ nirvana,]

{ - accepted - }

[FrostTail]

"Well, all of our contracts are people, but we have no problem serving our mother, do we? Besides, the dead deserve to stay dead. It's hard to rest in peace when your remains are running around with axes~" she laughs a sleek and quiet laugh as they approached Dawnstar. "Ah, there she is. She honestly hated the area. Cold, snowing, and cold. Just, cold. Phydra could barely see her hand infront of her. "I hate the cold" she sighed to herself

"Oh-ho, seen it all. What's valenwood like, then?~" the Orc chuckled, taking a sip of her ale. She hadn't been to many places. Of course, she had ventured to her homeland in the Wrathgarian and Dragontale Mountains, met more of her kind. It made the mercenary feel normal. Living in Skyrim, she was tied to her race like a cowbell strung round her neck. There, the orcs kept to themselves but they treated her kindly, as the strongholds do. In towns, however, her name was "Orc." Her complexion was ugly and her teeth were horrid. Of course, The Orismer learned to overcome it through harsh words and violence, but her journey made her comfortable to know she wasn't the only one.

(( hey guys remember when this role play got like 3 responses a week. They grow up so fast ;w; ))

[★ nirvana,]

Zachariah blinked. He had not expected that. "Well, let's see ... There are, um, Wood Elves, and, uh ... trees. Yes, lots of trees! And there are um ... more Wood Elves?" he shrugged. He had been born in High Rock, like most Bretons, but had been raised and spent most of his time in Skyrim. The only other province he had adventured to was Solstheim, which was practically Morrowind's territory.

{ - ahh yes i remember. the good ole' days! - }

[lion's tooth]

Sorosi
Sorosi Nitrel flushed slightly as she realized her mistake
and began to fumble around her words. "Well, I, that is,
I mean to say...," she started before she trailing away,
unable to come up with an excuse for her faux pa. Inst-
ead she made her way to the Inn, once again holding the
door open for Phydra.

Name;;Sorosi
Race;;Dunmer
Age;;Twenty-Two
Location;;Dawnstar
Sanctuary
Tags;; Dawnstar -
Phydra - Talis (?)

[FrostTail]

(( Zachariah is goals ))

Jriska bursted into a hearty laugh, leaning back in her chair and banging her fist lightly on the counter. "I LIKE THIS ONE!" She howls, falling back onto the counter and patting his shoulder.

"It's alright, sister. No need to apologize." She puts a hand on her shoulder as she enters the inn, smiling at her. The girl was sweet, but she often fumbled on her words. The bosmer noticed well, looking into the eyes of the dunmer with her own milky whites. She entered, giving yet another nod of thanks.

[Kurocatalyst]

Jellal opened his door, leaving it open for the female as he walking into the lobby. He placed the Dawnbreaker on the wall and walked to a table, pulling the dagger out of the wood and carving a little shape in the table as he waited for her.

{ - please read the rules again yogo. thanks! also you seem uninformed about the video game skyrim. you can't be a dragon and what is "alliance?" um ... - }

Burrows-In-Sand observed Jellal's house, quite interested in how, exactly, he had managed to make it. She would prefer a house in the swamps of Hjaalmarch herself, though seeing as she was an Argonian, she was probably the only one. The mountains had always cast a shadow of foreboding, in her opinion. She didn't like it, but she would not judge. Sighing, she approached the male from behind. "A nice house you've got here," she lied quietly.

Jellal smiled kindly, grabbing an apple from a bowl and taking a bite, smiling as it was nice and crunchy. He paused and looked at her. "Would you like something to eat?" He asked her kindly, a warm smile on his face.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

Nicholas chuckled sheepishly, though he didn't feel quite as embarressed as before. "I might've been thrown out of the tavern the night before due to a small misunderstanding... Okay, it was a big misunderstanding where I punched someone for stealing some of my coins..." He felt even clumsier saying it out loud.

[lion's tooth]

Sorosi
Sorosi Nitrel frowned as she stepped inside. The scene
before her was a mess, a pair a drunkards stood brawling
in the middle of the pub so early in the day. She shook
her head and let out a 'tsk' in disgust as she looked
about and carefully picked her way across the Inn before
clearing her throat and removing the pouch of Imp Stools
from her robes.

Name;;Sorosi
Race;;Dunmer
Age;;Twenty-Two
Location;;Dawnstar
Sanctuary
Tags;; Dawnstar -
Phydra - Talis

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa chuckled at Nicholas' tale of his trouble with the tavern. "Well I'd offer you a place to stay, if I had one" she said with a slight shrug before she offered jokingly "If you're still angry at the guy who threw you out I can go rob him blind"

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

The Breton pfffed and waved it off. "Nah, don't waste your time. I was half drunk and hit the wrong guy anyway." Nicholas gave a small sigh. "You wouldn't happen to know a place where I could find any work, could you? I'm beginning to run low on septims, and I'd rather not have to sell my blood to an unholy creature of the night just so I can buy a meal.