Skyrim (RP Thread)

L'lana smiled at the Dunmer's pleasant response to her suggestion. She certainly was not against spending more time with Serilin. "This one likes the sound of that. You are quite interesting to be sure. I can only imagine the things you must have experienced living in a place so different from my own," L'lana purred, an inviting smirk across her face as she relegated herself to drinking more. Something about Serilin's vague familiarity and her intriguing personality made the Khajiit much more comfortable in the foreign lands she found herself in.

Liliana raised her now mostly empty fourth bottle of ale in response to Serilin. Companionship was something she could drink to. She had missed it over the last few months. "May we find warmmm sands in allll of our travels and may bright moooons follow us both! To companionssship!" she exclaimed, her words heavily slurring from the decent quantity of alcohol she had consumed so quickly as she took another chug from her ale once their toast had finished. "Aaand this one hopes maybe something more," she drunkenly muttered before downing the last bit of ale left in the last bottle she had been brought.

Lilith slouched over the table with a grin over her face that betrayed just how drunk the Khajiit had become from slamming so much alcohol. Perhaps she had let herself unwind a bit too much. "Heeeey Serilin... Did you knowww that when I was younger, I was taught to be a baaard? Lonnnng time ago though. Funny how thingsss change huh?" she mentioned looking up at the Dunmer with an expression that was a mix of emotions, mostly bliss.

KENAI || DOVAHKIIN

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Kenai grabbed a drink, looking back at the other Khajiit, a small sigh escaping his lips. It had been so long since he had seen another Khajiit that wasn't with a caravan. The Khajiit had been so long when he left his home, but that's not something he really ever talked about; or even thought about. He noticed how quickly she had gotten herself drunk, and that reminded him of himself. Once he had become of age, he drank so much trying to forget, but it never worked. It only got worse as more things happened to him but, he never really cared. As long as he had a drink.

That wasn't who he was anymore. He was practically dragged into the politics of ear, and since he was nearly killed the Empire, he hadnt wanted anything to do with them. He wasn't even on the damn list! They were going to kill him for no reason. With a low growl, he payed the barkeep, whispering lowly.

"Do me a favor. Make sure nothing happens to that Khajiit. This is for a room for her. Make sure she gets to it without an issue."

He was caving at this point. His indict had told him to help his other kind, despite not knowing a single thing about her. He didn't care. Kenai was just doing the right thing.

GALEON || DARK BROTHERHOOD ASSASSIN

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(wait can i have a recap? im a little shook bc school starts day after tomorrow and im trying to get things in order ;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;)

Fenrorn sat with his head against the table, falling asleep slowly to the sounds of talking people and lute-playing. He was so ready to get to bed. Elaraya sat with the other khajiit, sipping her drink and listening to them both talk. She had no input yet, so she sat quietly and waited for one of them to pipe up and ask her for her opinion.

~Dritur~

~Dessi~

Dessi followed after Yinu quickly doing his best to keep up with the scaled male

~Korin~

~Celichi~

Cel entered Riften heading to the Pawned Prawn immediately to sell her weres

~OOC~

[color=#FFFFFF] Yinu Harika

Yinu arrived at the gates to Whiterun and headed straight for the bannered mare. Entering the Inn, Yinu went up to the bar and immediately started drowning his sorrows.

The Khajiit flashed Serilin a toothy grin, happy that she had caught the Dunmer's attention. If there was one thing the girl could do well while drunk off her ass, it was sing. "This one would love to put on a performance for you! I have a little something you might appreciate from Morrowind's past," L'lana said with a smile as she put her drink down, standing up confidently. She almost fell immediately after as the alcohol put her off balance, but she was a Khajiit. Balance was one of the things she had over the other races of Tamriel.

The cloaked Khajiit removed her hood, all thoughts of someone recognizing her gone from her mind, as she made her way up to the resident bard that was playing. She offered up a pouch with fifty gold in it and asked if she could borrow his lute for a song she wanted to sing in honor of her friend, pointing over at Serilin. The bard happily took the gold and handed over his lute, happy to get a breather and a show from the pretty Khajiit. L'lana took a moment to reacquaint herself with the strings, drawing the chords of the song from memory as best as she could. When she was satisfied she remembered the song well enough, she turned to the with a drunken aura of confidence.

"This is a song I learned from a young Argonian that was travelling through Elseweyr while learning to play. He taught me a lot of what I know, and left me with this song before he continued his adventures. Whether you be a Nord of Skyrim, an Argonian of Blackmarsh, or a Dunmer of Morrowind you will appreciate this. This one dedicates the performance to my beautiful new friend Serilin," L'lana said, flashing a smile towards the Dunmer as she gracefully pointed her out before having her hands deftly return to the strings of the lute. The Khajiit cleared her throat briefly, and then took in a deep breath as she readied herself to play.

"We tilled Skyrim's ground despite frozen toil.

We tended the Kwama beneath Morrowind's soil.
We hunted the Wamasu in Black Marsh's glades.
We three hearts had no need for blades.

Then they came from the seas, folded steel in their hands.
They burned down our homes and ravaged our lands.
Akaviri brought nothing, but bloodshed and lies.
Our families were slain before our eyes.

With three separate people, they shared a cruel joke.
A choice between death or the yoke,
But then our three people knew what must be done.
To end the oppression, our three became one.

Forged by War the Ebonheart rose,
And drove the Akaviri back to the sea.
When the enemies begged for the mercy they lacked,
Three voices as one shouted "Blood for the Pact"

Forged by war our story be told,
No shackles can hold us, whether Moonstone or Gold."

Throughout the performance L'lana found her gaze falling about Serilin to gauge her reaction, nervous yet excited to see how her attempt to impress the Dunmer would go. It had been awhile since she performed and so the Khajiit knew this wasn't her best performance, but all things considered she felt she was doing pretty good. Especially if you factor in exactly how drunk she was. It was a wonder that she was still standing up, let alone singing and playing a lute. The girl could handle her drink quite well.

As she finished the performance, she held her wrist together and them pulled them apart fiercely in the motion of breaking shackles. Several of the Nords in the bar began clapping in applause, some even whistling or shouting, and others seemingly surprised that a Khajiit was singing about a piece of Skyrim's history. L'lana gave a graceful cat-like bow, holding the lute off to the side as she did. She had to admit, she enjoyed the attention that being a bard offered. Perhaps she could find a worthy hero and write songs of their accomplishments as she looked for the great prey her lord Hircine had spoken of.

L'lana gave the lute back to the previous bard with a smile, but he seemed reluctant to follow up her performance. The Khajiit shrugged and made her way back to Serilin with a sway to her step, sitting down and flashing her signature toothy grin at the Dunmer. "What did you think about the performance? I admit it has been awhile since this one has played, but I figured you would appreciate the song. Lilith can't imagine many tales of the Dunmer are sung in Skyrim," the girl asked, eager to see her new friends reaction.

(Yay! I think they'll be great friends!)

L'lana hadn't quite expected such a warm return in regards to her performance, and she was obviously pleasantly surprised by how much Serilin seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps singing and hunting were the two things she was good at in the world. "T-This one is very happy you enjoyed it! Your compliments flatter me, S-Serilin, thank you," The khajiit excitedly said in response, a slight shyness entering her voice. She had to admit, she welcomed the feeling of her hand in Serilin's. "Perhaps Lilith can weave tales of Serilin's great exploits," she added with a soft smile.