honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 18, 2016 19:52:32 GMT -5
Joining Page
Introduction~
โStop. I need your attention! Yes, you! What do you think of the Altmer Invasion? What? Haven't you heard the news, fellow citizen? The horrid Altmer have attacked Windhelm and we have little supplies! They're calling for aid in Windhelm and we need to help them! Oh if anyone of us were to die. I wish the Dragonborn was still alive, if only that final battle with the World Eater didn't destroy him in the end. But quick! We must fly to fight for our homeland of Skyrim! To allow the Altmer to defeat us would be pitiful! All our hard labor for not! I barely can breathe at the thought. Come, friend, we must save Skyrim!โ Year 4E 205
After the โWorld Eaterโ, Alduin, had been sent into a time in the future and the Dragonborn had long vanished, the victor of the long civil between the Imperial Legion and Stormcloaks. A sense of โpeaceโ had washed over Skyrim under the reign of the new high king, Ulfric Stormcloak. The Nords had taken Skyrim for their own, back to the way it was โsupposedโ to be. But now, after four long years of solidarity, blood was spilled on the first wake of Morning Star, the day of the New Life Festival. Instead of ale running through the cracks of the pavement, blood spilled through every ridge and every crevice of the dirt that was brandished as the freshest land in all of Skyrim. The Altmer (The High Elves) had finally made their move against the now naรฏve leadership. Ulfric thought that they were safe from the Altmerโฆup until now. The elves want Skyrim back in their possession, and will stop at nothing to accomplish that task. Without a High King in place, there is no guidance for the jarls, and no guidance for the people. With nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, but no one to turn to, it is up to the citizens of Skyrim to form a new elite; a new era where all of those who wish to have true freedom from the Altmer. Together, we could die. But together, we can also live. Rules~
-Please follow the forum rules
-No godmodding, powerplaying, or spot-lighting in the roleplay. Thereโs no one who is more important than anybody else all of the time.
-Following this rule, no mary-sues or gary-stu characters. Nobody is perfect, especially in Skyrim.
-No over the top gore or sexually explicit content. Basically, just follow the forum rules.
-Stay active. This speaks for itself in an active roleplaying setting.
-Please ask the rest of the group before doing anything plot-changing, etc.
-Try to be inclusive to everyone in the rp.
-Try to be literate and give more than just one line per post.
-We are currently at a four characters limit per person until this roleplay becomes more active. The amount may go up once there is more activity.
-This roleplay is LGBTQ+ inclusive.
Joining Forum: Please fill this out to the fullest that you please.
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Personality:
Association (if any):
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Other: Ranking Possibilities~
Bardโs College - The Musical Way of Life
Blades - Protectors of Tamriel and Dragon Slayers
College of Winterhold - Magicka for the Strong
The Companions - Together We're Strong and United We Stand
The Coven of Namira - For Namira We Feast on Our Enemies
House Telvanni - Power Defines Virtue
Dark Brotherhood - Service to NightMother
Thievesโ Guild - Organized Heist Profits Us All
Tribal Orcs - Servents of Malacath
Stormcloaks - Loyal Soldiers of Ulfric Stormcloak
Race Possibilities~
โข Altmer: +50 Magicka
โข Argonian: 50% Disease Resistance, Waterbreathing
โข Bosmer: 50% Resistance to both Poison and Disease
โข Breton: 25% Resistance to Magic
โข Dunmer: 50% Resistance to Fire Damage
โข Imperial: Find more gold than usual
โข Khajiit: +15 Base Unarmed Damage
โข Nord: 50% Resistance to Frost Damage
โข Orsimer: none
โข Redguard: 50% Resistance to Poison
-Collab of honeybear, Sour Candy, and The Green Writer-
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honeybear
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Post by honeybear on Sept 18, 2016 19:54:50 GMT -5
Characters~
UN:The Green Writer
Name: Helga
Race: Redguard/Norn
Description: Dark tan skin with blonde hair and blue eyes. She's rather tall and more muscular than the average Redguard due to her Nord heritage. She has bear-claw scars running down her jaw to her chest. As well as arrow wounds that never healed properly in her back. Wearing iron armor, she trudges through Skyrim with a fierce look on her face.
Personality: Helga is a no nonsense person who speaks little and talks more. She does not allow humor of any sort and refuses to lighten up. Due to her heritage, she grew up hard and eventually sought after her father to kill him for giving her a ridiculed life. Helga did find him and did kill him but revenge gave her no satisfaction, so she set off to become a bounty hunter within the Skyrim kingdom.
Association (if any): None
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Weaponry: Dwarven Axe
Other: N/A
UN: honeybear
Name: Gwyneth
Race: Altmer
Description: Gwyneth is generally shorter than the other high elves, but not by much. She stands at about 5โโ6โ and has shoulder-length white hair that she often keeps back in braids. Her skin is border-line yellow but a bit tan, so she could pass as a Wood Elf if disguised properly. She has turquoise eyes and often wears a light shade of brown eyeliner to accentuate her eyes. She has a smaller build and has a skinny frame. She has six piercings on each ear.
Personality: Gwyneth is generally a peaceful elf, despite her Thalmor brothers and sisters. She has a sense of serenity and calm to her. She holds great wisdom and generally has a lot of patience. However, when she does snap itโs pretty bad. She is practical, tactical, and enjoys to stay back and strategize instead of fighting up front. She is honest but she is kind.
Association (if any): Former Thalmor agent. Studied at the College of Winterhold as a mage.
Occupation: Mage at the College of Winterhold.
Weaponry: Magic
Other: Gwyneth is on the run from the Thalmor Embassy, and is searching to be allies with the enemy. She is currently trying to pass as a Wood Elf in fear that sheโll be discovered and he intentions not clear. She wishes to join the resistance.
UN: honeybear
Name: Kavon/Kieron
Race: Nord
Description: Kavon is a tall, burly Nordic man. He stands at about 6โโ1โ and has shoulder-length platinum blonde hair which he often has pulled back and braided to keep it out of his face. He has icy blue eyes that have a bit of gray bruising around them due to his lack of sleep because of his restlessness. He lacks facial hair, though he has a set of three jagged scars that start at the right side of his jaw and drag up to the left side of his nose. He has a muscular build over a slim one.
Personality: Kavon is a very straight-forward and blunt type of person. He has a โsays-it-like-it-isโ type of personality and generally doesnโt have a tolerance for a lack of common sense. He is intelligent, which is why he has a sense of impatience and gets bored easily. He is tactical, but also has a craving for battle and would be the first to lead into battle. He has a strong faith in Talos, as do most Nords. He is confident in himself and those that he deems to be as his equals. He also has a sense of loyalty and faith in those who are like family to him.
Association (if any): The Companions
Occupation: He was a former blacksmith before he joined the Companions.
Weaponry: He generally uses two handed weapons, and usually uses a battleaxe.
Other: He is part of the inner-circle of the Companions, and therefor is a werewolf. However, he wishes to cure himself of his lycanthropy someday. He has an inner conflict of whether or not he wants to hunt for Hircine or be blessed in Sovngarde.
UN: honeybear
Name: Roisin Mohamkir
Race: Khajit
Description: Roisin is a mahogany colored leopard-printed Khajit. She has cream accents on her chest, the bridge of her nose, her muzzle, her stomach and her undertail. She has long gray hair that she keeps in braids with rings of gold to keep them in place. Her ears are pierced and has a variety of different materials as her earrings. She has a deep, long scar that rides up her muzzle. She has a slender yet muscular build. She is about 5โโ2โ.
Personality: Roisin is a sly and cunning woman. She is very intelligent and thinks her ways around thing, which she needs to do for her profession. With her intelligence comes a bit of silent arrogance, and overall silence. Often times she doesnโt feel the need to talk to those who arenโt in her family, and only really does what she is told by her โmotherโ. She has a cold air to her, however she is a very loving person towards her family and those that she cares about. Her coldness holds a fiery warmth behind it.
Association (if any): Formerly part of the Thieves Guild but is now currently part of the Dark Brotherhood.
Occupation: Assassin. Though for a contract she will do any work that she can to get closer to her targets. She was a former skooma deliverer.
Weaponry: She often uses her claws. If sheโs not, she uses magic, bows, or a small blade.
Other: To be announced
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honeybear
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Post by honeybear on Sept 18, 2016 19:55:17 GMT -5
((Save))
News::
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Post by The Green Writer on Sept 18, 2016 19:56:24 GMT -5
((Save))
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honeybear
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Post by honeybear on Sept 18, 2016 20:43:29 GMT -5
Kavon was sitting idly, staring off of a peer. He had avoided the others in his guild for the day. The news that Ulfric Stormcloak and Windhelm had been wiped out in its' entirety was something devastating to most of the Nords in Skyrim. Most were off drinking some Black-Briar Mead, and those who could not afford it just drank some wine, ale, or Nordic mead. It was a sad day. Though it was also a day to figure out what was going on...there was talk discussing the authority of the Jarl, and wondering what was going to happen without the high king or his battalion. However, the hatred for the elves was running rampant and violence was becoming rampant against the elves already in the overly Nordic towns. Although he had nothing against the elves or the beasts, he was irritated that any of these elves could be a spy for the Thalmor... it was hard to trust anybody at this point. Even his own guild.
Gwyneth had found herself hiding in the edge of an alleyway. The mobs and masses of Nords running through the square and taking their anger out on those who were not them was terrifying. What was more terrifying however, was the fact that she was at higher danger for her race... the race that just killed the high king. Her head was wrapped in a scarf, trying to hide her hair and her ears. Gulping to herself, she glanced in her sack to see if she had any invisibility potions left, hoping that she could get away from the crowd.
Roisin was observing from a tree, sitting with an apple in her paw. She knew what was going on, however, it wasn't really much of her concern...well, it actually was, because it was scaring her a bit. The rage towards the minorities that Nords held now had an excuse to be released, and they now had a justified reason for it. Though the scarier thought was the fact that they needed unity against the Altmers, not a bunch of arguing heathens.
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Post by The Green Writer on Sept 20, 2016 7:20:08 GMT -5
Helga halted her steps and reached for her axe. Twirling it in her hands, she awaited the resounding footsteps of the thief to approach even further. By the hills of White Run, she smirked, cleverly hidden and ready to pounce for the kill. Then his footsteps neared and her grip tightened on the axe. Jumping up she came to swing down on the victim and gain the reward gold.
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 20, 2016 18:01:31 GMT -5
Gwyneth slunk out quietly into the streets for a brief moment before she skidded into the nearest alchemist shop. It was safer within a place often run by the minority races... and she needed to pick up some supplies for the next place that she was headed: Whiterun. It was the capital for anyone who wanted to remain neutral.
Kavon was in Whiterun near Jovaskar, avoiding some of the brawls in the street. He huffed, thinking about his odds right now. He considered just leaving the town for the moment.. maybe go out and go to the ruins of his ancestors and ask for guidance in what he should do during a time like this.
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 20, 2016 18:44:13 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] Hey. c: I'll just say Tristard went over to Whiterun for a bit, since everybody seems to be there.
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] Tristard was sitting just outside The Bannered Mare, keeping his hood over his head as he tried to block his identity. Word quickly spread around, people who weren't of the Nord race were in danger, though the Altmer had it worse than any of them. Of course things had happened while he was out of the safety of the College. He stayed silent, as much as he hated it, and avoided any of the fights that were happening. He didn't want to get himself into a battle he couldn't win.
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 20, 2016 21:17:14 GMT -5
Kavon eventually decided that it would be best to get going on a small quest to see the ancestors of old. Despite having a desire to join his brothers in Sovngarde, he was still in the inner circle. He was a werewolf, and his shield-brothers and sisters meant much more in the hunting grounds of Hircine than those who fought for glory...though he wanted to see his father in Sovngarde. Letting out a frustrated huff, the young Companion headed off towards the Bannered Mare. He might as well get some ale and hear a few tunes from the bard before he headed out on his personal mission.
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Post by The Green Writer on Sept 21, 2016 5:50:59 GMT -5
Helga heard the satisfying squelch and let the body flop onto the ground. First things first, she searches for anything valuable, like that ruby in his pocket, and of course she took whatever gold he had had. Nothing but five pieces or gold anyway, five septim. She huffed but started to drag the body back to White run since the client wanted the body. Why they would want a Bosmer, Helga didn't know, nor did she care.
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 21, 2016 9:44:08 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] chat text here
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] Tristard got up from his current spot and turned around, heading into the building. He decided that he might as well get something to eat, and a better place to shelter from the hostility.
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 21, 2016 15:58:23 GMT -5
Kavon sighed and walked through the city. Once he got down to the Bannered Mare he felt a wash of relief come over him. It was much better to get into a place where everyone was trying to escape the commotion. It was much easier to leave those outside who wanted to fight stay outside. Walking over to the counter with a sharp huff, he ordered some Black-Briar mead and a crรจme pastry. Once he got what he purchased, he left a few septims for the owner and sat down at one of the small tables and observed those around him. There was obvious tension in the room, though nobody wanted to speak about it.
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 21, 2016 16:45:18 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] chat text here
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] Tristard quickly entered, not hesitating to get away from the aggressions outside. He made his way over to the counter so that he could get something, and asked for some stew. After paying for the meal, he took a seat near the fire, observing the people around him. Maybe while he was in here, he could start a small conversation with others.
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 21, 2016 16:48:16 GMT -5
Kavon glanced off at the closest moving figure near him. He noticed that there was a Breton there...which was not the most peculiar thing for Whiterun to have, though they weren't the most common of sorts. He had nothing against them. The man seemed to be calmer compared to the others who were here so he decided to get off of his chair and walk over to the inside outsider. Drink in hand, he walked over to the table that the Breton occupied and asked, "May I sit with you?"
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 21, 2016 17:03:05 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] chat text here
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] Tristard looked up from eating, seeing a Nord standing next to the table he was at. A small grin appeared on his face, and he used his foot to push out a chair for the other man. "Go ahead, I don't mind." ,He replied to his question. He was glad there seemed to be one friendly soul here.
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 21, 2016 18:00:31 GMT -5
Kavon smiled lightly before he took the seat and sat down in it. He ahd to admit, it was much better being over here near the fire where there was warmth instead of staying in the shadows of the area. "What brings you to a place like Whiterun, if you don't mind me asking?" There was a hint of curiosity in his tone, though he was overall friendly. He had only seen a few Bretons around Whiterun, but yet again the Nords took up a large portion of the population in Skyrim so anybody who wasn't one stood out.
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 21, 2016 18:25:36 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] chat text here
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] Tristard knew that question would arise sooner or later, though he didn't even really know the answer himself. He guessed he had just gotten bored after a while, and wanted to explore a bit. It did get boring at the College sometimes. "Just wanted to get out and make some friends. No harm in that, is there?" He said with a cheerful tune to his voice, pushing the bowl of stew aside as he was finished eating and ready for more conversation.
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 21, 2016 18:32:26 GMT -5
Taking a sip of his drink, the Nord glanced at Tristard and stated, "That's understandable. Any person would love to get out and see a bit more to life than just where they live. There's no harm in that." He ran a hand through his loose bangs and pulled them back. It was obvious that he had been up to something earlier. He did look a bit scruffed up. Yawning, Kovan then stated, "If you ever have time, if you think you have what it takes, you should come by Jovaskkar. The Companions let in brothers and sisters to fight under the same shield." Kovan then leaned back in his chair and asked, "Where exactly do you come from? I come from Windhelm, but I've never had loyalty to well... the Stormcloaks. My family then went to Solitude to avoid the conflict between the Dunmer and the Nords there, but things just got worse so then they came here. Whiterun was always a place of middle ground."
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 21, 2016 18:50:48 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] sudden urge to play Skyrim and make a Breton character
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] He noticed that Kovan looked as if he had gotten into a skirmish, but he said nothing about it. He assumed he had gotten caught up in the fights outside. "I come from High Rock, as most of my kind do. Got bored of life there and decided to move here. To be honest, I never knew I would have to deal with Stormcloaks or Altmer invasions.", He explained to the Nord. "And about joining the Companions.. I think I'll have to pass up that opportunity. I'm already busy studying magic at the College."
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 21, 2016 19:05:34 GMT -5
OOC// I'm thinking about starting a new save and starting as a Altmer or Breton. I have one as a Nord, a Wood Elf, and a Khajit.
Kravon listened with concentration, obviously enjoying the conversation. It wasn't very often that he got to speak to someone outside of his shiled brothers or sisters, let alone another race. "The College? That seems pretty cool. Spells have always intrigued me, though I don't have the personal patience to learn. Or the talent, honestly. I'm much better with an axe." He rested one of his hands on his knee and sighed, "So I'm going to assume that you're aware of what's happening outside?"
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 21, 2016 20:33:07 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] I have an Argonian and a Khajit. c':
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] Tristard enjoyed talking to Kravon. He was glad that he seemed interested in his chatter, or atleast he hoped he was. He didn't want to bore the guy to death. "Spells are easy once you get the hang of them. I would show you some of the spells I can cast, but I don't want to burn the place down." He chuckled with amusement. "Who isn't aware of the fighting? With all that's going on, I'm not even surprised."
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honeybear
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Post by honeybear on Sept 21, 2016 21:01:41 GMT -5
OOC// I might play as an Argonian soon. I wanna play as everything :"))))
Kravon smiled slightly and stated, "That would be nice if you could show me sometime. I don't really get to see magic unless someone is trying to kill me with it... which is never very much appreciated." He let out a weak chuckle before sighing, "The fighting is getting out of hand and even worse... things are going stepford from here, and if we don't start getting along things won't be good for anybody else but the Altmer. It would be an easy win for them."
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 21, 2016 21:13:39 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] same. xD
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] "Alright then, I'll show you some destruction spells sometime. And I won't be trying to kill you with it." Tristard joked, but soon went back to being serious about the problems outside. "I don't really think anybody is going to get along for quite a while, not after what happened. Obviously, somebody is going to have to do something to bring about some peace.."
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Post by Dancing_Totodile on Sept 21, 2016 23:00:31 GMT -5
(Hello I'm going to join in the morning. I had my forum typed up and the computer kicked me off of the internet. :/ )
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Post by The Green Writer on Sept 22, 2016 8:50:54 GMT -5
((Good to know, post it on the joining please and thank you))
Guards halted her entrance into Whiterun. Snarling at them, Helga explained her reasons for entering with few words and quickly gained access into Whiterun. Carrying a dead carcass down the streets of Whiterun to the Drunken Horseman where her client would be at, or rather where they said they'd be at. Why they wanted this idiotic Bosmer who died way too easily, Helga didn't care. She tugged on the rope attached to the ankle of the dead man currently being dragged on the ground. Well they never mentioned that the body had to be unharmed. More septims for her.
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honeybear
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckberg
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Post by honeybear on Sept 22, 2016 16:38:31 GMT -5
((Thanks for joining :"))
Kravon chuckled softly before he muttered, "Yeah, I'd prefer to keep an arm and a leg, thank you. And maybe keep a knee...unlike all of those guards." He rubbed the back of his neck slightly before he let out a sad sigh, "Yeah..I don't think that anything is going to go well for awhile. Even the guilds and such are on odds and ends and nobody is getting along at this point. Guilds usually don't intervene in situations such as these, however, there's many different opinions now with the high elves invading the region and a lot of the other elves such as the Bosmer or the Dunmer siding with them. It's tough times." He glanced up towards the Breton, "I don't want any part of it whatsoever, I'm not a man who enjoys to discriminate against others for the acts of their own race. Individuals should be judged, not everyone within the race. Even though as a Nord I'm already preconceived to be racist and wanting to kick everyone out of Skyrim, which I don't."
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Post by The Green Writer on Sept 22, 2016 17:04:33 GMT -5
((Where you guys at, honeybear?))
Helga barged into the Drunken Huntsmen and quickly located her client, an Argonian in the corner room, observing the street down below. Once she dragged the Bosmer into said side room, she dropped her hands heavily on the table and looked him in the orange eyes. The Argonian sat there nonchalantly with a glass of Nord mead in one hand and the other hand resting on the wooden table. His blue-ish green scales glimmered in the sunlight and his lithe figure hidden underneath his magicka robes.
"I'd like my money now." The half Redguard growled at the anthropomorphic lizard.
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 22, 2016 17:47:24 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] chat text here
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] "Well, I wish the rest of the Nords were like you. Then this violence going on outside wouldn't be happening. I completely agree with you, though you know how it is.. A few bad apples ruin the bunch." Tristard didn't believe that all of the elves were bad. He knew there were some good ones among them. "I don't understand why everybody has to put blame on the innocent ones.."
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honeybear
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Post by honeybear on Sept 22, 2016 18:20:40 GMT -5
((We're in the Bannered Mare in Whiterun))
"I guess it's ha for a lot of things that make it hard for others have a hard time believing that there are some elves that are good in this world after the slaughter in Windhelm. However, it was well-known that the Altmer were going to strike back sooner or later to try and take Skyrim. It was really only a matter of time before that was going to happen. We just didn't keep our defenses high enough and now we are to blame for our own weakness." The Nord seemed to have a very set opinion on the topic. It was obvious that he was intelligent, though one might not believe a Nord to necessarily be smart. Especially a jockish looking one such as Kravon.
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Post by ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ on Sept 22, 2016 19:13:09 GMT -5
[ C H A T ] sorry if my posts are getting a bit lazy. just got out of school and I'm tired. ; -;
[ R O L E - P L A Y ] Tristard stood up from his chair, pulling the hood off of his head and looking towards the door. "I suppose you are right about that. Nobody to blame but us for the recent events." He agreed with Kravon once again, "Anyways, I think I'm going to go back outside, atleast for a bit." His hand seemed to hover over the mace at his side as he stepped away. He wanted to be prepared for anything. "Don't want to let a little hostility keep me trapped inside." He turned to glance back at the Nord for a moment. "Hey, you can follow if you want. I might even be able to show you those spells, and we can continue chatting about everything outside."
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