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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 12:44:33 GMT -5
I'm gonna go ahead and not use my text box for RP)
Fostrun wandered out of the Winking Skeever Inn, his carved nordic armor gleaming in the sunlight. He stretched as he walked down the streets, looking for an alchemist to buy healing potions from.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 15:02:06 GMT -5
Do'Zakir sat polishing his axe. He really hoped Lily didn't get her self into trouble after what happened last week. Fostrun stopped when he saw a khajiit polishing his weapon. "Hey, you," He began in his cold, nordic accent. "Do you know where the local alchemy shop is?" He felt foolish asking this question considering he has lived his entire life in Skyrim, but he rarely visited the capital.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 15:24:21 GMT -5
"My thanks to you." He walked off into the shop before returning shortly after, his pack filled with healing concoctions. "What brings a khajiit like you here anyway?" He asked as he stood near Do'Zakir
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 15:37:37 GMT -5
Fostrun's ears twitched. "Well, if it's an adventure you're looking for, I was about to clear out an old ruin for a man in Dragonbridge. If you wish, I can take you along with me. Some help would be appreciated anyway."
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Feb 2, 2017 16:10:18 GMT -5
(Sorry here!)
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 16:13:43 GMT -5
Fostrun crossed his arms. "I suggest we don't bring her along. She doesn't seem like she would be able to handle herself, and I don't feel like babysitting." Though, on the other hand, a magic user could be useful.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 16:47:44 GMT -5
Fostrun shook his head and sighed dismissively. "Fine, maybe she'll be useful. Follow me and try not to fall behind." Quickly checking his bag to ensure he had the needed supplies, he strode over to the door leading out of Solitude.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 16:56:20 GMT -5
Fostrun took a deep breath as he stepped out into the open, enjoying the fresh air. The world seemed almost tranquil, with the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the mountains and birds chirping in the distance. Pulling out his map, he began to check which route would be the best to take to the ruin.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 17:26:27 GMT -5
Fostrun cringed as the Imperial Legion propaganda pierced his ears, almost ripping his map. He sighed in annoyance as he slid the map back into his sack and continued down the road. "Just saying, Ulfric killed the king in fair combat..." he muttered under his breath.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 18:37:45 GMT -5
Fostrun's fur flattened once he heard a song that had nothing to do with the war for once. He took a turn to a road higher up the mountain, the green grass turning to snow cover as they ascended higher to the mountain.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 20:00:54 GMT -5
"No," Fostrun replied. "I was found and raised in Skyrim. My father taught me how to use a sword and my mother taught me a little bit of archery on the side, though I never really got the hang of a bow." He paused for a moment as he surveyed his surroundings, looking for the ruin he was headed to.
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Post by Sour Candy on Feb 2, 2017 23:24:55 GMT -5
"I've never want to go to that place," Fostrun stated. "I wouldn't be able to stand not having the cold wind of Skyrim." Spotting ancient nord stonework on the horizon, he quickened his paced towards it. "Come on, we're almost at the ruin."
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