Skyrim (RP Thread)

To say that Tor'Kuul was glad there was a dragon attack was a small understatement. He had spat on those imperial wretches like he had said he would, which had started some rather upset waves among the surrounding troops. And as he watched the dragon descend upon the city of Helgen, the dismay that followed and distracted the guards forced a smug, toothy grin across his face. The battles and bloodshed would, at least as it stood, continue! But first, the large man would need some sort of shelter. He analyzed his surroundings, looking from guard-towers to barracks to garrisons. It began to dawn on him that, given the time, this dragon would destroy almost any structure it wanted. It occurred that he would need to get underground, and out of his puny cuffs. To solve the latter was simple: He raised his arms up and away, tearing the bindings off. With that, he bolted past guards and prisoners alike, running towards a garrison he had noticed while being carted in. Hopefully, there'd be some sort of basement for cover.

~Dritur~

Dritur slept away in her cave startling awake at the dragon's roar. Scowling she glared at the light at the opening a hiss escaping her lips, What the hell was that? She sat there contemplating if she should risk going to look or stay until dark and look around then.

~Dessi~

Dessi looked up at the sky again nervously he had seen the dragon pass but there was no way he was going to try to fight it. The twelve year old werewolf quickened his pace to Whiterun, his hunting bow was held tightly in his hand iron arrows thumping against his back with each step.

~Korin~

Korin rushed away from Helgen, he had no friends there anyway so it wasn't a problem to leave. His black hair grazed his eyelashes forcing him to push them out of the way as he ran, minor problem as he held an iron sword in one hand and a swirl of flame in the other.

~Celichi~

Cel strolled down the road towards Riften her twin steel swords sheathed at her hips and a bag full of weapons and armor from the bandit camp she had just cleared out. All five bandits were now lying lifeless in their fully looted small camp, Cel was still kinda surprised she had pulled it off especially all on her own!

~OOC~

Is this length okay? or do I need to work on making them longer?

KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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Kenai must've blacked out for a moment, because when he finally came to, everything was burning and the screeching got louder. He was being helped by someone named Ralof. The Stormcloak beckoned to Kenai to follow, but before he did, his beast eyes scanned around. His ears perked as he heard screaming. He knew that the imperial wouldn't help, so he would. Gritting his teeth, the khajiit ran into the burning door, trying to knock it down. It was burning, but he needed to get this woman out. Once he broke the door, he noticed the burning pillars. There wasn't much he could do about them, since he was still bound, and he wasn't going to burn the binds off, in fear of burning his hands. "Hey! Over here!" He said beckoning to the window, where he then ran, and broke the glass. He would help the girl escape, since the imperials hadn't cared for their people burning alive.

GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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Elaraya snatched a nearby dagger and cut the bindings off of her new Nord friend, then straight slapped him square in the face. As shaken as poor Fenrorn was, there was no time for her to comfort him. "Get up, we need to find someone who knows this place," she told him, pulling him up and dragging him by the hand just to meet a man named Ralof. "Can you help us?" Elaraya shouted over the sounds of destruction and dragon screams.

KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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The khajiit nodded, before he ran back over to Ralof. "This way. I know the way out." Ralof said; before Kenai helped Fenrorn. "Are you alright?" The fearless khajiit said, following Ralof towards Helgen Keep.

GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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The hulking figure of the orc hear the call of his name. Turning back, he noticed a prisoner he'd shared a cart with running towards him. He beckoned her closer, gripping the door and wrenching it open. "Come on! We need to get underground!" His voice flew loud- but not with anger or fear, but out of excitement for the mayhem around. In fact, as the girl approached, she would be capable of noting a crazed smile to his form.

Fenrorn's face went red as the strong, brave khajiit spoke to him. "Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he responded, then took Elaraya's hand again. It's quickly become a source comfort for him.

//I'm sorry! I'll reply right now! I read right over it XD

Baakothre Ω Male Ω Homo/Open ➳

The kahjiit went to the front desk and grabbed some food, paying the lady in charge. Ba perked his ears. "Something sounds wrong." he as he went outside to meet up with Des.

Desgael Ω Female Ω Pan/Open ➳

rushed will post with her in next reply

KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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Kenai nodded, before once they got to the keep, Ralof cut off his binds. He rummaged through the pockets of the dead bodys, grabbing an imperial sword, and some armor, replacing it with the rags he had on. He also found a key. He listened as Ralof talked. "This way. We can find our way out through here."

GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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Galeon shook his head before smirking grabbing his things, and hiding it in a chest. The argonian ran after him, leaping onto his back. "Eiran! Don't leave me! I just wanna flirt you! And maybe give you something just about as pleasurable as Nord Mead!" He pleaded, his scaly tail wrapping around Eiran's leg.

Tor'Kuul slammed the door, backing away, and cracking his knuckles. "Well, we haven't died yet. I'd say we are off to a fairly good start." He began to walk about, taking peeks in all the chests of the garrison. "Well, if they fight that thing off, they'll find us in due time. We ought to arm ourselves; I can't wait to see how things will be after we get out!" He looked over to a wall rack, delighted to see a battleaxe that he could help but tear from its resting place.

The orc shrugged, shaking his head as he inspected the blade of the axe. "Why should I- why should any of us be? Let the danger be the fuel to our fire." He spat on the axe-head, rubbing off a few smudges. "I doubt we will leave this damned city unscathed by battle. So, if we are to fight, we might as well do it flawlessly, so we can tell stories to... whoever we go home to." He did not bother to get armor for now; he didn't want to associate with those imperial swine, and besides, what use was armor? They couldn't kill you if you did it to them first.

"Tor'Kuul, at your service. And you?" He leaned on the axe, which came up to shoulder height. Never did these imperials use big enough weapons.