Skyrim (RP Thread)

Yinu Harika

Runs up to Yangshi and attempts to use healing hands

Yangshi Harika

Yangshi shivers, blood gushing from his wound, he breathes slowly as he slips away

~Dessi~

The bear dealt with Dess races to Yangshi and Yinu's side "what can I do?"

Yinu Harika

Crying "There is nothing you can do...."

Yangshi Harika

Yangshi stops breathing and remains, eyes open

~Dessi~

"I..." He stops biting his lip stepping back to give them space looking down at his bow

Yinu Harika

Yinu is silent, he closes his husbands eyes and pushes his body into the river

Yangshi Harika

Yangshi drifts peacefully down the stream....

~Dessi~

Dessi kept his eyes on the ground waiting for Yinu to interact with him

~OOC~

Do you know how to fix the code so Yangshi isn't on it? Forgot to explain when I was at your house

Yinu Harika

Stands up briskly, no trace of emotion on his face. "Lets go." He walks swiftly to Whitrun without stopping

ooc: Not In that group, but if you did my character and one of skylers can meet you there

yes, that works~

(Hopefully this is fine for an entry post and gets everything across well!)

L'lana gracefully walked into Whiterun, tail swishing as she took in the scenery. It was the first town she had encountered on her way into Skyrim from Cyrodil, besides her brief stay in Riverwood the night before. It was a long and arduous journey from Elsweyr, but she was finally here. She knew not what exactly her purpose in Skyrim was so for now the best thing she could do was experience the province.

The Khajiit instinctively kept her hood up as she entered the rather large town, more of a keep considering the wall, despite the fact that it was more than likely no one would recognize her. Even still when you're used to doing something for months on occasion it becomes a habit. The less people to see you, the better.

Before she got too close to anyone, she made sure that her Elven armor was hidden under her cloak as best she could, and then she walked up to a friendly looking Nord female and asked where the nearest Inn might be. The lady explained that the Drunken Huntsman was probably closer, but that she recommended the Bannered Mare up the street. L'lana nodded curtly at the information she received, saying "Moons shine upon you friend," before heading in the given direction.

As L'lana entered the tavern/inn hybrid she took in the atmosphere with a smile. The Khajiit hadn't really stopped to relax and enjoy herself since she set out for Skyrim. The music from the nearby bard accompanied with his singing about some nonsense about tongues and shouting confused the Khajiit, but the music was nonetheless pleasant to her ears. Equally pleasant was the smell of food and drink wafting through the air, encouraging L'lana to approach the counter.

"This one would like a room, some of your best food, and your strongest drink!" L'lana said excitedly, happy to finally be relaxing again. It was a far cry from her home in Elsweyr, but she could definitely do worse. After settling up the cost of everything the Khajiit found a table near the bard, kicking back in her chair to relax.

The Khajiit's eyes moved swiftly from the food she had moments before been entirely fixated on to the Dunmer that had recently taken a seat nearest her. At first glance she had thought the girl was an Altmer, but after further inspection could that was not the case. The inhabitants of Morrowind in general harbored no love for the Aldmeri Dominion, and so L'lana relaxed once again at that conclusion.

"Radiant moons upon you, friend. It's been a pleasure meeting the more northern inhabitants of Tamriel. What brings you from Morrowind?" L'lana asked, curious about the person and interested in having a relaxing conversation with someone after so much travelling.

KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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Kenai huffed as he arrived to Whiterun, speaking to the Jarl about his escape and all of that fun jazz. He was told by the court mage that a dragon stone was needed, and that he was the one to fetch it. Sighing he accepted, before walking out and entering the bannered mare. He needed to get some rest before he went to grab it; even if it was just for an hour.

GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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Replies need to be quoted if any.

Um, they could do a couple of killings and eventually meet with Kenai.

L'lana listened to Serilin intently, taking in every word with hungry interest. Her ears drooped down at the Dunmer's sad recollection of Morrowind's, and by extenion her own, past. The Khajiit had read about the fall of Baar Dau and the subsequent erruption of Red Mountain. She knew based on what she had been exposed to that the situation was nothing short of cataclysmic, the definition of earth shattering. L'lana could only imagine what it was like to someone who experienced it first hand, or even if they were just natives of the province itself.

"Oh yes, this one has read about the fall of Baar Dau in history books. It seemed to be haven been a horrible event. May the Moons smile upon Morrowind, and may her light shackle the Red Mountain," L'lana offered, speaking a heartfelt Khajiiti blessing. She would never wish the deaths of so many, especially without a chance to defend themselves. The Khajiit pondered the Dunmer's question thoughtfully before speaking, deciding exactly what she wanted to say. "Lilith is here to explore what Skyrim has to offer for herself. This one's right of passage is to explore Tamriel before returning home with stories of adventures," She lied, doing her best not to let her body language give her away. She took the entrance of another Khajiit and his companions as an excuse to break eye contact with Serilin.

Her first instinct was to make sure that the male was not someone she was familiar with. It didn't appear that she new the Khajiit or his companions, especially not the one wearing Imperial regalia. Still, that was no reason not to be careful. While Khajiit are known for nomadic journey's from Elsweyr, whether for trading or adventuring, this could just as easily have been a Thalmor spy hunting her, and the Imperial armor simply a ploy to deceive her. She did not know if they knew of her trek to Skyrim, but it would not surprise L'lana at all. The Aldmeri Dominion had eyes everywhere.

L'lana's gaze returned to Serilin, leaning forward a bit so her hood covered her face better from Kenai's location. Hopefully the conversation with the Dunmer would be enough to keep attention from her, but the Khajiit's paw rested deftly on the dagger at her belt.

L'lana flashed a smile at Serilin's encouragement, sharp teeth forming a toothy grin. She hoped what the Dunmer said was indeed true. Afterall, Hircine himself had sent her on a hunt. The hungry cat god would only bestow a hunt himself for glorious prey, as he does during the Bloodmoon prophecy. This clearly wasn't it as none of the signs had shown, but there must be an equally worthy beast to slay. If that wasn't a worthy tale to return home with, then she didn't have a clue what would be.

"Sirilin hmm? That is a beautiful sounding name," The Khajiit mused, letting the name roll of her tongue as if she was tasting it. She shot another smile towards the Dunmer. "This one is known as Lilith, she-who-hunts-in-moonlight. It is an honor to have your acquaintance Serilin. Perhaps we may experience Skyrim together," L'lana offered, giving a more formal introduction of herself. Or at least the persona of which she portrayed in place of her real safe. She didn't like lying, especially not to someone who seemed nice enough, but she did what she had to for her own safety.

As she focused more on the Dunmer, there was something unmistakably familiar about her. It wasn't her face, or the way she acted. It definitely was not her speech patterns, far different from the Khajiit she was used to. No, it was something else... A smell! Serilin carried with her a familiar scent that she hadn't been in contact with since she left home months before. However because of the strong smell of food and alcohol, and perhaps due to a bit of drink dulling her senses, she couldn't quite place what it was that was so familiar about the smell itself.

L'lana shook the thoughts from her head though, the lackadaisical haze of alcohol removing the general malaise she had been feeling for awhile. It was no moon sugar, and it certainly wasn't Skooma, but it was at least making her more relaxed than she had been in a long while. Well, as relaxed as she could feel with the thought of a potential Thalmor spy being in the same room. That thought still gnawed at the back of her increasingly foggy mind.