Posts by DovahBeat

Lomiraak | Male | Revered Archmage Dragon

"Isn't it rude to enter another's home without permission?" He retorted back, blowing smoke from his nostrils at her. He didn't really care who she was, just that she needed to leave. It was his duty to protect this library.

"I am Lomiraak, a Revered Archmage of the dragons. I know more magic than you could ever hope to understand, let alone master. Leave before I decide to make you a stain on the floor and my books."

He hoped she wouldn't try anything funny, if she stole something he'd be in big trouble, and wouldn't be able to chase her down. Not without leaving the library defenseless.

bro, if it has dragons I'm in

If you'll have me that is

ok here we are. I'll start us off

Skjorik was looking for trouble. he wasn't entirely sure where the adults were, but he wanted something to do. It was then that he made his way into the kitchen, finding something delightfully sharp and shiny. A knife. Perfect, he just needed to reach up and take it from the counter. He was so fixated on it he didn't notice anyone coming to look for him or stop him.

absolutely shit sorry

i agree with popcorn, this is her thread after all.
And a bomb that's equivalent to a nuke? That's pretty op in my opinion, and I have *miraak* who is already pretty op. I would've run that by popcorn before making that a thing, like I did when i made miraak have an army of himself

I guess i might be able to do something with Miraak's followers? bc theyre not corrupted, or free. But what exactly im not sure

oh lord, do you need to go to the hospital?!

||EnderDragons||

Okay, I have a massive issue with what youre doing with that bomb. My character, and jump's isnt even aware of what youre doing and you plan on killing them, WITHOUT MY CONSENT. This is not okay. I conseted to harm, but not death, I am pissed.

I'm still upset. you didn't even consult the group on this, you are derailing the plot, and is overall unfair to all of us. You need to consult at LEAST popcorn before you do stuff like this, but you also need to consult all of us with such drastic plots.

you are missing my point.
The point is you didn't consult any of us first to make sure it was okay. There's nothing wrong with an op character if you play them right. Like my character, miraak. He's literally the third strongest character in his game, has the potential to become a literal god, has canonically killed several gods, and yet no one is having issues with me or how ive been playing him because I have been checking with the people involved if what i had planned was okay.

So in the future, just swing by here and type up a "Is my idea okay" first before posting.

sweet, thanks!
And honestly, im fine with either plot, as long as I can play a dragon haha :)

everyone got two votes, that's why haha

Hmmm, what sort of elements are you guys interested in?

Miraak | Male | Atmoran | First Dragonborn

Miraak continued to wander around Connor's mind space, looking at the various objects and photos. The more he looked, the more interested he was in Connor. At Connor's words, he snorted, turning to look at him on the couch.

"What do you expect me to do, then? Hm? Because I'm not leaving. You are far too interesting to just let you slip out of my fingers. You are by far the most interesting servant I've ever had."

He then moved closer to Connor, stopping only to sit on the back of the couch and look down at him.

"If you don't want me poking around your head, do something about it. Or give me the information willingly."

Skjorik shot Connor a harsh glare. He was going to tell the adults, wasn't he?

"Ruth!" He cursed at Connor, before reaching up a little higher and grabbing hold of the knife. Then he ran, ran for the door leading outside. He didn't want to get caught and get in trouble.
He managed to open the door and took a step outside, looking for a place to hide.

Skjorik froze in place, he was in big trouble now. He looked up at Samus with big scared eyes, surely, he was going to be beaten for this. Should he face his consequences? Or should he try to run and possibly make them worse if he gets caught?
He didn't want to get hurt, he opted for running. He turned on his heel to run back inside, pushing Connor aside while he looked for a place to hide from Samus. He settled on hiding in a cabinet under the sink. Hopefully he wouldn't be found. If Connor ratted him out again, he was going to stab him, no doubt about it.

Miraak | Male | Atmoran | First Dragonborn

Miraak grinned at Connor, not that he could see it.

"I want to know everything." He stated simply, but had a sinister hint to it. "What are you? You aren't Man nor Mer, or even Dov, but my Shout can only work on sentient beings. From what you said earlier, you sound like some kind of Dwemer automaton, but I shouldn't be able to control those. Not to mention you would be far too advanced to be even Dwemer technology. Just what are you?"

AAaaa this is shit im so sorry

Skjorik screamed as he was found, flailing the knife around to try and defend himself. As soon as he felt the knife connect with something, presumably Samus, he jumped out of the cabinet. He instantly spotted Connor, and gave him a fierce glare before charging him and lashing out with the knife. He would make him pay for ratting him out like that!

But he had to run, if he didn't want to get caught. He didn't have time to do much more than slash at Connor as he ran past. He kept running through the house, eventually tripping over something -- or rather, someone, Metenza -- and falling to the floor, cutting his hand on the knife in the process. He let go of the knife, holding his hand to his chest as he started to cry.

"Nid!. Nii ahraan. Zu'u ni laan wah ahraan!"

Skjorik screamed again when Samus took his head, partially out of pain, but mostly of fear. He was caught! He was in trouble! He was going to be hurt even more now!

"Nid! Ni ahraan zu'u! Krosis! Lig! Zu'u krosis!" He cried, trying to break free from Samus. He was terrified, he didn't want to be hurt by her, didn't want to be punished. He sniffled and sobbed, fear clear in his eyes. He didn't want to be here anymore.

Skjorik cried and struggled the whole time Samus tended to him, pulling his hand close to his chest as soon as she let him go. He flinched hard and whimpered when she ran her fingers over his unkempt hair, greasy and matted from neglect. He was expecting to be hit, not the somewhat pleasant petting he received. Still sniffling and crying quietly, he hurried out of the bathroom to avoid Samus changing her mind on hurting him. As he passed Metenza, he gave a shaky hiss back. Skjorik was exhausted and scared, he needed to find another place to hide so he could calm down and maybe sleep until there wasn't as much of a threat of being hurt. But where? What if someone saw him hiding again, and snitched on him again?

Skjorik decided to follow Metenza. While he did want to be alone, he knew Metenza had the best hiding spots, and wouldn't snitch on him because it meant he would be found, too. Sure, he was a bit bigger than him, but he could still squeeze into most places Metenza could.

Skjorik trailed close behind him, still sniffling and holding his hand to his chest.

skjorik was still following metenza when he found the closet. Metenza might not have been able to reach the handle, be he could. He reached over the other child and opened up the door, before pushing him out of the way and climbing into the closet himself.