(Open RP. Paragraph style(or at least a couple good sentences). Plot as we go. 1x1 or 2 others is preferd. 
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Another cold morning.
But that was usual, in Skyrim. Especially up in the northern cities. A soft breeze shifted the snow that was neatly laid out on the ground...at the moment. A heavy foot waded through the deep snow, curses rolling off of her tongue like a waterfall. The Argonian kicked the snow a bit, stumbling forward before scowling.
"Gods damn it all- I'm much too old for this." She told herself.
The woman began to make her way down the mountain side, heading to the nearest city; Solitude. it would be a nice place to rest after a day and night's worth of work, perhaps stay at the local inn. Once the Argonian had got to the base of the mountain she'd find her rented horse which would take her the rest of the way to shelter as she heaved herself up onto the creature. With a quick kick to the side; the horse moved forward and carried it's rider across the ground.
It would only be a brief 20 minuets that went by faster than expected before the Argonian would find herself sitting down into a seat with a slight groan from the long work.
Damn Altmers dragging her around.
It was hard being a mage for hire, most of the time. The tavern keeper walked over with a smile, serving up Zana a well deserved tankard of boiled water to warm her up.
"Another long day, and still looking for work, eh?" He asked with a grin before returning to his spot behind the bar.
Zana grinned, feeling at home as another local. It was time to Relax, and leave an open seat for a welcomed guest to join her.
)Another cold morning.
But that was usual, in Skyrim. Especially up in the northern cities. A soft breeze shifted the snow that was neatly laid out on the ground...at the moment. A heavy foot waded through the deep snow, curses rolling off of her tongue like a waterfall. The Argonian kicked the snow a bit, stumbling forward before scowling.
"Gods damn it all- I'm much too old for this." She told herself.
The woman began to make her way down the mountain side, heading to the nearest city; Solitude. it would be a nice place to rest after a day and night's worth of work, perhaps stay at the local inn. Once the Argonian had got to the base of the mountain she'd find her rented horse which would take her the rest of the way to shelter as she heaved herself up onto the creature. With a quick kick to the side; the horse moved forward and carried it's rider across the ground.
It would only be a brief 20 minuets that went by faster than expected before the Argonian would find herself sitting down into a seat with a slight groan from the long work.
Damn Altmers dragging her around.
It was hard being a mage for hire, most of the time. The tavern keeper walked over with a smile, serving up Zana a well deserved tankard of boiled water to warm her up.
"Another long day, and still looking for work, eh?" He asked with a grin before returning to his spot behind the bar.
Zana grinned, feeling at home as another local. It was time to Relax, and leave an open seat for a welcomed guest to join her.
((Sorry my little sis messed with my computer. By the way, I don't know how consistent I'm going to be with posts, I've still got some issues I need to sort out.))
The Bosmer lay hidden among the dead, bare weeds, holding the string of her bow back, waiting. She made a slight, intentional noise, causing an previously unsuspecting rabbit to stop nibbling on the snowberry bush and stare up in alarm, nose twitching as it tried to pick up a scent.
In under a second, it was lying on the ground.
The rabbit's killer strode up and retrieved the arrow from its head, picking the fallen prey up by its feet and heading back up to Solitude. After getting the other four rabbits, of course.
The wind blew mercilessly, howling at each gust. It took Svea an hour to walk all the way up to the gates. The guards didn't even take a good look at her before letting her in. The amount of care they show decreases exponentially with how bad the weather is... Such as it is in all of Skyrim.
She went directly to the inn and pulled off her cowl mere moments after walking in. Corpulus, the inn keeper, pulled a small amount of gold out from under the counter upon seeing her enter. A pre-arranged deal. Svea handed the rabbits over the counter.
"Thank you," he said, "most people shoot them in the gut and ruin the meat."
She smiled, taking the small pouch of gold and giving some of it back.
"It's not a problem, you know that. Can I get some mead? It's freezing out there."
Corpulus nodded and grabbed a bottle off of the shelf, handing it to her with a grin.
Svea thanked him, putting the rest of the gold away in her knapsack, then noticing a tired-looking Argonian sitting alone off to the side.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked.
The Bosmer lay hidden among the dead, bare weeds, holding the string of her bow back, waiting. She made a slight, intentional noise, causing an previously unsuspecting rabbit to stop nibbling on the snowberry bush and stare up in alarm, nose twitching as it tried to pick up a scent.
In under a second, it was lying on the ground.
The rabbit's killer strode up and retrieved the arrow from its head, picking the fallen prey up by its feet and heading back up to Solitude. After getting the other four rabbits, of course.
The wind blew mercilessly, howling at each gust. It took Svea an hour to walk all the way up to the gates. The guards didn't even take a good look at her before letting her in. The amount of care they show decreases exponentially with how bad the weather is... Such as it is in all of Skyrim.
She went directly to the inn and pulled off her cowl mere moments after walking in. Corpulus, the inn keeper, pulled a small amount of gold out from under the counter upon seeing her enter. A pre-arranged deal. Svea handed the rabbits over the counter.
"Thank you," he said, "most people shoot them in the gut and ruin the meat."
She smiled, taking the small pouch of gold and giving some of it back.
"It's not a problem, you know that. Can I get some mead? It's freezing out there."
Corpulus nodded and grabbed a bottle off of the shelf, handing it to her with a grin.
Svea thanked him, putting the rest of the gold away in her knapsack, then noticing a tired-looking Argonian sitting alone off to the side.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked.
Suddenly the door banged open and in stumbled a large, Khajiit man. He wasn't stumbling for the reason you'd usually expect someone to stumble into an inn for: drunkenness. Rather, it was injury. He was wearing a full set of perfectly crafted armor made from dragons bones and he had a full armory of weapons attached everywhere he could to his armor. On his left hip he had a mace made of dragon bone, and just behind that was a quiver full of crossbow bolts. On his back was a crossbow of dwarven design as well as the legendary Dwarven shield known as spell breaker. In his right hand he was holdin a Dragon bone battle axe and he was limping pretty badly.
The strangest thing about this khajiit though, was not his valuable weapons or armor, but the fact that a Dwarven sphere was helping him along.
The machination had it's sword arm under Dmitri's right arm and was helping to support the khajiit as he limped towards a table and sat down. Unfortunately, due to the weight of his armor and the clumsiness with which he was moving, he shattered the chair and his dwarve sphere quickly helped him back up.
"I-I'll pay for that comrade..." he said to the inn keeper as the robot's gears started grinding, unable to lift the heavily armored feline without some assistance and it looked around for help as though it were truly intelligent.
The strangest thing about this khajiit though, was not his valuable weapons or armor, but the fact that a Dwarven sphere was helping him along.
The machination had it's sword arm under Dmitri's right arm and was helping to support the khajiit as he limped towards a table and sat down. Unfortunately, due to the weight of his armor and the clumsiness with which he was moving, he shattered the chair and his dwarve sphere quickly helped him back up.
"I-I'll pay for that comrade..." he said to the inn keeper as the robot's gears started grinding, unable to lift the heavily armored feline without some assistance and it looked around for help as though it were truly intelligent.
(No worries. I have school, so it's not gonna be very much action from me.)
Zana looked up, the voice snapping her from her light sleep.
"H-Huh? oh...go ahead." Zana told the Bosmer with a light smile.
She rested her arms onto the table top and examined over Svea's features. Elf...didn't look like she'd do much harm to Zana...kind enough...Seemed fine. The Argonian held out a gentle hand, flipping her hood off from her head to reveal a welcoming face. "Zana-Rei, but you may call me Zana." she told Svea.
Zana looked up, the voice snapping her from her light sleep.
"H-Huh? oh...go ahead." Zana told the Bosmer with a light smile.
She rested her arms onto the table top and examined over Svea's features. Elf...didn't look like she'd do much harm to Zana...kind enough...Seemed fine. The Argonian held out a gentle hand, flipping her hood off from her head to reveal a welcoming face. "Zana-Rei, but you may call me Zana." she told Svea.
Svea wrote:
((Sorry my little sis messed with my computer. By the way, I don't know how consistent I'm going to be with posts, I've still got some issues I need to sort out.))
The Bosmer lay hidden among the dead, bare weeds, holding the string of her bow back, waiting. She made a slight, intentional noise, causing an previously unsuspecting rabbit to stop nibbling on the snowberry bush and stare up in alarm, nose twitching as it tried to pick up a scent.
In under a second, it was lying on the ground.
The rabbit's killer strode up and retrieved the arrow from its head, picking the fallen prey up by its feet and heading back up to Solitude. After getting the other four rabbits, of course.
The wind blew mercilessly, howling at each gust. It took Svea an hour to walk all the way up to the gates. The guards didn't even take a good look at her before letting her in. The amount of care they show decreases exponentially with how bad the weather is... Such as it is in all of Skyrim.
She went directly to the inn and pulled off her cowl mere moments after walking in. Corpulus, the inn keeper, pulled a small amount of gold out from under the counter upon seeing her enter. A pre-arranged deal. Svea handed the rabbits over the counter.
"Thank you," he said, "most people shoot them in the gut and ruin the meat."
She smiled, taking the small pouch of gold and giving some of it back.
"It's not a problem, you know that. Can I get some mead? It's freezing out there."
Corpulus nodded and grabbed a bottle off of the shelf, handing it to her with a grin.
Svea thanked him, putting the rest of the gold away in her knapsack, then noticing a tired-looking Argonian sitting alone off to the side.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked.
The Bosmer lay hidden among the dead, bare weeds, holding the string of her bow back, waiting. She made a slight, intentional noise, causing an previously unsuspecting rabbit to stop nibbling on the snowberry bush and stare up in alarm, nose twitching as it tried to pick up a scent.
In under a second, it was lying on the ground.
The rabbit's killer strode up and retrieved the arrow from its head, picking the fallen prey up by its feet and heading back up to Solitude. After getting the other four rabbits, of course.
The wind blew mercilessly, howling at each gust. It took Svea an hour to walk all the way up to the gates. The guards didn't even take a good look at her before letting her in. The amount of care they show decreases exponentially with how bad the weather is... Such as it is in all of Skyrim.
She went directly to the inn and pulled off her cowl mere moments after walking in. Corpulus, the inn keeper, pulled a small amount of gold out from under the counter upon seeing her enter. A pre-arranged deal. Svea handed the rabbits over the counter.
"Thank you," he said, "most people shoot them in the gut and ruin the meat."
She smiled, taking the small pouch of gold and giving some of it back.
"It's not a problem, you know that. Can I get some mead? It's freezing out there."
Corpulus nodded and grabbed a bottle off of the shelf, handing it to her with a grin.
Svea thanked him, putting the rest of the gold away in her knapsack, then noticing a tired-looking Argonian sitting alone off to the side.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked.
((Alright ^-^))
Svea sat down in the empty chair upon being given permission, taking Zana's hand and greeting her as was expected, offering a small nod in addition as a show of respect.
"Just Svea. Long day, I'm guessing?"
Her eyes showed a form of empathy - slight and difficult to detect, but still there. The rest of her face exhibited kindness and warmth, not something typically expected from someone of her origins.
Svea sat down in the empty chair upon being given permission, taking Zana's hand and greeting her as was expected, offering a small nod in addition as a show of respect.
"Just Svea. Long day, I'm guessing?"
Her eyes showed a form of empathy - slight and difficult to detect, but still there. The rest of her face exhibited kindness and warmth, not something typically expected from someone of her origins.
Zana smiled lightly and finished off her glass of water.
"Long as ever. And now back to looking for more work, of course..." She commented with a bit of dread in her voice.
"Good to meet you, Svea. Company is always welcomed in times like these." Zana called over a waiter, ordering the two a couple plates of food. She looked over to her new companion that sat with her at the round table as a noisy bard sang in the corner; offering little of good vocals and rhythm.
"So what's your story?" She asked with a glimmer of curiosity passing over her eyes.
"Long as ever. And now back to looking for more work, of course..." She commented with a bit of dread in her voice.
"Good to meet you, Svea. Company is always welcomed in times like these." Zana called over a waiter, ordering the two a couple plates of food. She looked over to her new companion that sat with her at the round table as a noisy bard sang in the corner; offering little of good vocals and rhythm.
"So what's your story?" She asked with a glimmer of curiosity passing over her eyes.
"Oh, believe me, I understand." Svea said, with an equal amount of unease. She took a sip of her mead, instantly feeling the warmth it caused. Svea tried her best to ignore the rather untalented bard in the corner... however difficult that may be. Her expression automatically shifted to a much softer once the question of her occupation was asked - thinking about how to describe it in the best way possible.
"Me? Nothing special. I mainly hunt, sometimes acting as a sort of mercenary. Beyond that there's not much to my life. What about you?"
"Me? Nothing special. I mainly hunt, sometimes acting as a sort of mercenary. Beyond that there's not much to my life. What about you?"
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