(( I’m so busy because I have a midterm tuesday and then I’m leaving for a trip that night and I get back sunday therefore I’ll be a goner all weekend.
Do you have Turkey Day Plans? ))
Elder Scrolls RP featuring the Breton Companion Emmaline.
(( I’m so busy because I have a midterm tuesday and then I’m leaving for a trip that night and I get back sunday therefore I’ll be a goner all weekend.
Do you have Turkey Day Plans? ))
in OOC news: butts
“Dragons? It seems your land is threatened indeed.”
He tilts his head slightly to the left, with his eye still in the same angle.
“It intrigues me how your kind is still alive with the possible threat of extinction.”
She huffed, almost insulted. “It won’t be, because it’s the job of Dragonborn people like myself to end the dragons before they end us.” Thinking for a moment, she added. “It’s not just dragons, though. There’s a race of elves led by genocidal maniacs who want to kill all the races of men, so that they can reign supreme as mer. They’re called the Thalmor, and they’re quite dangerous.”
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“There is no specific or detailed name to the ‘armor’.”
As she eyed at him, his iris changes in response.
“I am what my followers have named The Oculus, and your comment about my appearance means so offense as my appearance is very unique to the mortal eyes.”
Taken aback by the sudden shift in his iris, she flinched in fear. Regaining her composure, Emma stood straight, eyeing The Oculus up and down, examining any weak points in case it turned ugly, which, hopefully it wouldn’t, as he—if it was a he—looked quite intimidating.
“What exactly are you doing in Skyrim, um, Oculus?”
“I have heard of this ‘Skyrim’ for a very long time, after hearing so much of this place I personally wanted to expand my knowledge with this very unique land.”
The Oculus changed his posture very slightly, in a more open fashion with a small mist following it.
“Being in one land can become bland after learning the same history every moment.”
This Skyrim? The way he spoke was like that of someone from Akavir, or from somewhere other than Nirn.
“You’re interested in the history of Skyrim? Well, let’s hope there’s still time to, since these damned dragons started to threaten our future, who knows how long it’ll last.”
(( OK SO I’VE BEEN REALLY BUSY BECAUSE TESTS AND THINGS BUT I AM MAKING THIS LIST FOR REFERENCE :v
so I don’t forget owes and who owes me
I Owe:
princelypirate (aghgh sorry)
ephyra-the-eighth
blackriverband
Owes me:
askthavrin
mirridtheargonian
sonsofhircine
feathersofthedragon (last time i checked anyway)
(( What do you do like for a living or just on a day to day basis?
I’m an overworked university student that needs to study more.
HBU? ))
Thavrin crossed his arms as he listened to her. “Dom? Is he that big guy who doesn’t say much? Well, uhhh, I guess I just described a whole bunch of people who work there, I guess! Hahaha… But I think she might have said something about a circle once, probably while describing this one lady she thought I didn’t stand a chance with. How does that whole thing work, anyway? I heard you guys don’t have a leader, but then you have this guy called the Harbinger wandering around—I don’t get it!”
Emma chuckled at his description. “Yes, that’d be him. The Harbinger isn’t exactly our leader, he’s more of a person that’s there for guidance and help in case someone needs it. We can get contracts from outside sources and he helps acquire them sometimes, and sort of acts like a figurehead for the most part.”
His frustration was as cute as it was amusing, she couldn’t help but grin. ”It’s not so strange, really. We’re a loose group, but we do protect each other and look out for one another. It’s strange that I feel like that strength from each other, though, is sort of missing. At least for me.” She frowned, and took a long drink.
“Well, anyway. It feels strange since I’m part of the Circle, but I haven’t visited in so long… I’m not even sure who’s part of it anymore, or if we share the same knowledge as we did back when I joined. It’s all very strange.” She furrowed her brow and did her best to not get frustrated—that sort of feeling brought out her obviously lycanthrope eyes. They tended to flash gold when she got worked up, and so took a long breath, let it go, and downed the rest of her mug. Not that alcohol helped get her drunk so easily anymore—another consequence of the lycanthropy was high tolerance.
“Now, you never told me what you do. Are you part of the Guild by any chance?”
“New Harbinger? Who’s the new Harbinger?” He knew that he’d died at some point—Mirriam had told him one night when she came home drunk and sobbing—but she didn’t talk about it much afterward.
“Wait, did he just demote you or something? How does that even work?”
Thavrin frowned as he took a drink. He really had no idea what the Companions did, aside from killing stuff on occasion. That might’ve also been where Mirriam’s big, hairy problem came with, but he’d always been too busy chasing after her and holding her hair back while she threw up to really pry into her affairs.
“His name is Dominic, not sure how long he’s been Harbinger, though. He never demoted me, it just feels… strange coming back. Like I don’t belong in a place I’ve always felt was a second home.”
She shook her head and poured herself another drink. “It’s just strange, to be part of a group of people so close, and now it just feels far away.” She took a long drink before pausing to think.
“Did Mirriam ever mention something like that?” Before continuing, Emma lowered her voice cautiously. “Did she ever bring up a group called the Circle?”
assassin’s creed III sketches
I love how Connor has freckles. :(
“There is no specific or detailed name to the ‘armor’.”
As she eyed at him, his iris changes in response.
“I am what my followers have named The Oculus, and your comment about my appearance means so offense as my appearance is very unique to the mortal eyes.”
Taken aback by the sudden shift in his iris, she flinched in fear. Regaining her composure, Emma stood straight, eyeing The Oculus up and down, examining any weak points in case it turned ugly, which, hopefully it wouldn’t, as he—if it was a he—looked quite intimidating.
“What exactly are you doing in Skyrim, um, Oculus?”
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