Skyrim (RP Thread)

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    KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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    The dark eyes drifted up once more. "Don't you think joining would make it so you could make some type of difference for the gray quarter? Ive been there. It's a terrible place. But Skyrim is cold, which isn't something I am used to. I don't have a home. I wonder. And if you consider joining, and if you fight for skyrim, I'm sure they'd see that you aren't just elves, and that you to make your home in Skyrim." He said before he felt a cold hand across his face, hissing. He was very much used to the abuse, but that was a different story, for a different time.



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    GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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    Galeon turned his head, releasing the grip on the arrow, it hitting the dummy in his head. His lizard green eyes seemed to warm, when a familiar Nord came into his view. The argonian put away his weapon, before walking over, leaving a giant a nearby wall. "Mmm. I bet loving you comes with a lot of perks." He said with a wink, and a small laugh as he flirted with the other.

    Tor'Kuul

    Tor'Kuul hated unneeded chatter and talk, but on a cart headed to his inevitable doom, there wasn't much else to do. He half chuckled at the sobbing fellow in the cart, half out of amusement, the other half out of an awkward pity. "I suggest that we all spit on our captors once they start unloading us. If they are gonna put us to the block, they might as well do it angry." Rage was the belligerent Orc's favorite emotion by far, and his typically short temper was a clear mirror of that. He always had the stricture- as most orcs did- that a death in battle would be the honorable, right way out. Until now, he had planned on dying by the blade, and his capture seemed to prohibit that. Thus, he came to the conclusion that he would get as close as possible- Make the guards mad!

    "Hm. Perhaps." Falura remarked to Kenai, thinking now. As Tor'Kuul spoke, she tilted her head. "I like the way you think..." Trailing off, she thought. She was a bitch, yeah, and almost constantly pissed off. But her pride and dignity likely wouldn't allow what the Orc suggested. She admired the thought, nonetheless.

    EINAR | MALE | LONER

    Einar sighed in practical annoyance as he heard a voice he was very familiar with. A voice that honestly was worse than his boss's nagging tone, a voice that he's heard for the last season or two. With another sigh, the large nord turned to face the red scaled Argonian, sporting a glare and a dull look on his face. "What, did you read that out of some book Astrid gave you?" He questioned with a scoff, pulling for his hood and his mask to reveal his paled face.

    When the wagon stopped and they were ordered to step out, Elaraya was the first to leave the cart, since she figured the last thing she felt should be courage and badassery. Fenrorn waited until everyone else dismounted before he even stood up. He was so fear-stricken that he could barely keep himself from passing out on the spot.

    The Dunmer stood in the line, silent and poised. She held her head high, as always. Falura still fancied doing something vulgar to the Imperials surrounding her, or perhaps a Thalmor over in the distance. Still, she wanted to keep up the facade that she was a proud and dignified Dark Elf woman... rather than the vicious bitch she kind of is in reality.

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    KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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    Kenai huffed as he jumped off the cart, momentarily glaring up at the places, his head turning towards the block. A small growl came from his mouth, as he walked, looking back at the smaller, scared nord. He clicked his tongue, ignoring the sting in his cheek. I pray to the Gods that we all walk away from the stupid imperial slaughter town. He thought as he closed his beastly eyes, before reopening them to walk forward.



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    GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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    Galeon gave a toothy smile, licking his lips. "Like Astrid could find something with my witty pick up lines." He laughed, Before His grazed his scaly fingers over the Nord's face. "What seems to be the issue? You seem to not want me to flirt with you." The flirty male stuck out his tongue, with a wink added on, before his long tail swept the ground below. He loved messing with Einar. It was always funny to see the Nord's reactions to his pick up lines, and his oh-so-flirty comments that he made. With Einar, he even had gone so far as to make sexual remarks, when they were out doing missions, or in the worst times just to get him flustered. He loved it.

    ooc: I am so incredibly delighted with how gay Galeon is.



    ic: Irelia stared wide eyed at the nearby prisoners. Unlike the other residents of Helgen, she was not morbidly curious or excited for bloodshed, rather she was quite horrified. She just couldn't grasp politics, or what was happening or why- she'd lived a sheltered life, and her brain was not fit for 'complex' issues, like the war or why it was going on. Overall, the best way to describe her was naive. She knew she could not do anything about the situation, however, and she reentered her home.


    Falura looked at no one, until she was finally called to the general. Lokir attempted to escape, but upon being shot in the Achilles tendon, he fell dead and she couldn't help but scoff. Week bastard.

    EINAR | MALE | LONER

    The large man's brows furrowed together, his cheeks slowly heating up to radiate a soft pink hue. Often he'd find himself in these situations with this by damned Argoanian. Whether it be during missions, or simply in the comfort of his small room, this man-lizard would be all over him like some flirty feline. Er, well, lizard, yet still! "Tch, I'm surprised you even want to flirt with someone like me. After all, I've killed small men like you, and I can rip your tongue out any time." He said with a brash tone, pushing the others scaly hand off his flushed face. No, he wouldn't admit his embarrassment to this flirty, annoying fool! That was the last thing he'd do to this man, let alone flirt back with him!

    ooc: uh onna the Stormcloak soldiers like normal and then our DB can get called up



    ic: A Stormcloak was called up to the block and swiftly decapitated. Falura averted her eyes, but her head quickly jerked up when a screeching roar sounded distantly. The guards carried on. "The cat. Step up to the block." The general gestured to Kenai.

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    KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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    The khajiit looked to the sky at the loud screech, before he heard he was being called to the block. He said nothing, fearlessly walking to the block, before he was forced to kneel. He felt himself being pushed down on the block, and his face remained clear of any emotions as he awaited for the large axe to chop off his head.



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    GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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    Galeon raised his scaly brow. "But you wouldn't dare, would you? Because you know just as well as I do that not only do you love my attention, but as soon as that blade touched my tongue, there would be one piercing through frail your human heart." He stated. He gave an evil smirk, that was replaced with a toothy smile. "And you are a lovely killer, aren't you? I love bothering you. It's not hard to sense your embarrassment, my love." Galeon emphasized the "love" on purpose, just to tick of the large Nord. Something else he loved to do, especially to Einar.

    Fenrorn all but passed out at the sight of the execution. Elaraya's stomach dropped, but remained strong. "Khajiit knows no fear," she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and waited to be called up.

    Falura watched in silence. She was not particularly fond of other races, but Kenai didn't seem as irritating as many of those... n'wahs. Right as the axe was about to come down on the Khajiit's neck, Alduin, the giant black dragon-bastard, swooped down and landed directly on the tower above the executioner. Falura's breath caught in her throat as the executioner staggered, but people hadn't yet managed to begin panicking. Alduin- err, the huge dragon- began to shout and attack both the Imperials and prisoners. Now everyone was panicking.


    Irelia jumped and turned quickly, towards the door, when she heard screams and the dragon's shouts. "What in the Nine Divines?!" She started towards her door, but a massive ball of fire landed directly onto her roof and the grass and wood quickly went up in flames. Wooden pillars (can't think of words rn) fell around her, blocking the door and nearly crushing her. Her roof, now demolished, gave a clear view of the massive dov and she was absolutely terrified.

    Ba/Des Ω Male/Female Ω Open ➳


    The two bandits sat in Dead Mans Drink locates within Falkreath. There they sat near the hearth, meads in hand as they listened to a bard play on his luke. "This is nice. Maybe we can even afford to sleep in an inn tonight!" Ba exclaimed, perking his furry ears. His roadmate, Des, laid a tanned hand on his fuzzy one. "Ba you know we cant. In fact we should head out soon. How bout instead we get you some new daggers with the money from that mammoth?" the dainty bandit purred, standing. Ba sighed and nodded. "Ill get some more food."

    Elaraya, thinking fast, chewed through her bindings began to drag the small Nord to shelter. She decided that a nearby stone tower was good enough, and made sure to put him down in semi-safe area.

    EINAR | MALE | LONER

    Einar's expression only became even more embarrassed looking as he heard that singular, emphasized word. Even the tips of his pale ears were turning of a soft shade of red from it, which rarely happened unless it was this particular Argonian talking. Already he could feel his anger claw at his mind, wanting to be released in some sort of action, yet he always held back when around Galeon. "D-Don't you have something else to do besides coerce me with your words?! Ugh, leave me alone and go... Bother some other Nord!!" He said in a growl while storming away, his boots hitting harshly against the stone. Nine Divines let Astrid be here so that he could report and just go to sleep.

    Though what the Nord didn't realize, was that he left behind his cloak, cloth mask, and a few daggers. Hopefully that flirt of an Argonian won't touch them or else...