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New Roleplay
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“Well I wasnt Born in elsewheyre if you must know, and I found Roro during my studies,” she baught one bottle of mead and a loaf of bread from the waitress.
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Alice dropped her feet from where they were propped on the table. “Sounds kind of boring. Studies. I’m guessing you’re just the little classical mage who stayed in Winter-” She hiccuped, but her words rolled right back in, “-hold for the majority of their lives, becoming prepared for the real world?” She laughed a bit, always finding it fun to tease the mages just a bit. “Anyway, what would a mage have business in the city of Solidtude?”
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((Disregard the very first post I made about Falkreath.)) Azala kicked the door to the I open with a bang, catching the attention of a few of the people drinking and stopped the bard in the middle of her song.
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“I need work-,” Dendrite stoped talking when the door blasted open, she looked over to see a dark elf in the door way.
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He slowly looked around the tavern, taking notes of the people and the easiest way to take them out, if needed. He shut the door behind him and walked over to the bar. He pulled out the seat, sat down, and bought a bottle of wine. “So,” He stopped the bartender before he could walk away “Would you have happened to have seen this man?” He asked and pulled out a small scroll of paper.
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Alice didn’t react as quickly to the door banging open as the Kahjiit girl did, more so letting her shoulder drop and her head turn that way upon the way the other girl’s neck snapped over to the front of the bar. A dark elf, one with an attitude, was prancing through Solidtude like he was king or something. The sight erupted laughter in her semi-drunken state, and she leaned forward across the table, returning her gaze back to the Kahjiit with a lazy smile. “So…Like a mercenary mage or something?”
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“A-ah yes…” he said quietly with a frightened tone and pointed to the corner of the tavern where a short Argonian wearing a black cloak sat, drinking solemnly. The hood covered his face but let his tail show. Azalan quickly looked back to the bartender. Azalan whipped out his bow at blinding speed at readied and arrow. He let it fly, hitting the Argonian in the back of the shoulder. He stood up and let out a blood curdling hiss. The black clad Argonian pulled out a large, black, spiky mace and ran towards Azalan. Azalan sheathed his bow and pulled out an orcish sword of shocks and parried the mace. The Argonian pulled back and lunged again. Azalan lunged at the same time, knocking the hilt of the mace. As they both bounced back they each took a swing at each others weapons, knocking them out of each of their hands. They both stood weaponless, glaring. Swiftly they each pulled out a dagger from behind them at pointed them at each others throat.
“So this is what it comes down to. Two childhood friends, at each others throats.” Azalan laughed “Astrid couldn’t kill you, Veezara couldn’t, but I will.
“It doesn’t have to be this way…” A raspy voice came from under the cloak. He grabbed the back of his hood and pulled it down, revealing a pink scaled and badly scarred face.
“Oh but it does. I cannot disobey the night mother. Ra’Usha…” The name came out like death itself.
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(OOOOHHHHHHH) (edited)
*Dendrite looked over to them and blinked, her hand rested on her sword hilt just in case. Roro looked at them and scooted a bit to Dendrite growling lowly*
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*waking slowly, the argonian stretched, then sniffed. The barns smell assaulted her nostrils more fiercely than it had before she went to sleep last night, making her gag. Staggering up and grabbing her things, she promptly left the village. Thankfully the stench didn’t linger,and after a few minutes walking, she had forgot it already. She continued her long trek to solitude, doing her best to stay out of trouble.*
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(Before I launched my spell)
“Not exactly…Maybe I guess…I owe the Companions some coin for training me a bit.”
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The two brushed off the frost spell and threw there daggers at the Khajiit. The first went into her hood, pinning her to the back of her chair, and the second went into her hand. “Silly cat, Stay out of this!” Azalan said. At that moment Ra’Usha (the Argonian) kicked Azalan in the chest and jumped backwards.
“Lord Malog, I call unto you.” Ra’Usha said as he knelt down and put one hand up in the air. Daedric armor began to firm itself on him.
“What in Oblivion…” Azalan said as he stood up and looked down at Ra’Usha.
“My lord. That’s what.” The Argonian said as he picked up his mace and walked towards Azalan. “I told you it didn’t have to be this way.” He said and grabbed Azalan by the throat, lifting him up. “But now it does.” He said and threw Azalan threw the front door of the tavern.
“Please, please forgive me. You know I couldn’t disobey the night mother. It would be as if you disobeyed your… prince or whatever.” Azalan pleaded.
Ra’Usha brought the mace upwards. But lowered it down back into its sheath instead of caving the dark elf’s skull in. “Perhaps you will be my prey another time. Until then, watch your back.” He said and opened a large portal in front of him. He stepped through, and was gone.
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(OOH OKAY OKAY SO WE’RE HAVING A LITTLE FAMILY REUNION IN HERE.)
Alice shot up from her chair, knocking it backwards to the floor. Any drunkenness that was once apparent in her was now gone, her green eyes having a small light flickering in them; Annoyance? Although her companion who’d she’d just been joking with playfully a few moments ago had her hand impaled to a wall, Alice’s eyes landed on her sister on the other side of the room–Too far away. What if something had happened to her, too? The thought of some horker jesting with an Argonian (Would she recognize Ra`?) like they were some gods or something pissed her off more than that woman, Jarl Elisf, always seemed to be, her stomach clenched, and her hand whipped the dagger from her belt toward the dark elf. “Asshole!” She shouted through gritted teeth, advancing on him. Eryniel, just behind him on the bar hopped up startled by her sister’s outbreak, but none the less let her hand lace with green magic as she tried to keep her questioning look schooled.
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*Dendrite pulled the dagger out of her hand and dropped it*”Ah!” she crouched slowly to the ground craddling her hand. She haddent been seriously injured before except for minor cuts and bruises, normal injurys kids got. It was true that she had spend most of her life in the confindments of the colledge, she decided she had to suck it up after she had stared at her bleeding hand for a long time. She congured a minor healing spell and let the gold light heal her other hand, grunting at the pain. Roro saw the blood and dagger that had hit Dendrite and started barking at the two, shaking off the furs on it. He was now warm and didnt need them*(I feel so weak XD can I switch back to Houou XD this mind set pithetic. Who needs to try and be responsible in skyrim And payback debts! )
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(Dendrite never happened, she’s to logical and weak for this group)
*Houou trudged through the snow towards Solitude, she didn’t like solitude but she herd the economy their was breaking a little so her meat might sell more then usual. Orion jumped happily after her keeping his muscles moving, he could have been a weasel at that moment he was so squirmy. It was probably because of the snow, they had been down in the ‘warmer’ places of skyrim for quiet sometime. Houou muttered to her self*”I like whiterun whether more over this powder cake of a land,” She took out a carrot and started to chew on it to get her mind off it, she couldn’t wait to see the gate lights of Solitude and the tavern with a bed.
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*after hours of walking, with grass turning to snow, skali neared solitude. Pausing, she saw a figure up ahead, with a dog or something leaping around their feet*
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