Dzydzilelya
Premise Adventurers make their way to the Bannered Mare, Whiterun's most popular inn. They barely have time to socialize that they are interrupted by an inhuman roar. Upon arrival to the origin of the roar, they encounter Skyrim's fiercest predator: a dragon. Setting 4th Era Skryrim, the same in which TESV: Skyrim takes place. The geography and the current political event of that Era are the same as the game. Tone Serious, violence is present, along with mild language and themes. Character Rules Nothing too overpowered, characters must fit the theme and be realistic. Posting Rules 5 lines of text minimum. No maximum time in between posts. Everything going on in the RP is discussed and preapproved beforehand. All dialogue must be in Legacy Dovahzul, inner thoughts are at the player's discretion.
Endelle was sitting at a wooden table, tankard full of mead and a tasty venison chop. The Bannered Mare was clearly the best tavern in all of Skyrim. Never did she enjoyed staying at one place this much. This job at the Drunken Huntsman was starting to pay off, finally was Endelle able to pay rent, she could spend her days off at the tavern and speak with the locals. They had interesting tales of mighty beasts that needed to be slain. Endelle was thrilled everytime. The rush of the hunt, following tracks, spotting the beast, notching an arrow, then with a whistling in the wind, take it out. Ah, days like these are always the best. Well, they are better than her bandit days, which were more lucrative, but insanely boring. In her youth, Endelle met Aela, another soon-to-be great hunter. Their bond grew stronger and stronger, until Endelle got bored and left for a life of raiding, thieving and murdering. They left eachother in good terms, only because Aela didn't knew why her childhood friend left. With the wealth she made, Endelle gathered information about the mightiest of beasts: Dragons. As a teen, she was obsessed with the stories of these gigantic creatures that could eat a man in a single bite. In all her life, she wanted to see one and from her recent informations concerning Helgen, her dreams could become reality. After leaving the bandit group she was part of, she returned to Whiterun to follow the life she wanted : An honest life as a hunter. After a few months, the troubling news about Alduin and the Dovahkiin only fueled her desire to hunt one. She stopped daydreaming as she noticed two individuals enter the tavern. The two of them didn't look to know eachtother, but they entered at the same time, so who knows. Endelle could see clearly what they looked like even in the dim light, her hunter eyes never failed her. She wasn't called Endelle Eagle-Eye for nothing. It's actually a name she earned in her bandit tribe because she managed to shoot a witness a hundred of feet away with a single shot, in the eye. One of them was is a male with a huge braid of brown hair, looks tough, but his hands without a calluses tells her he wasn't really a big fighter nor worker. The other one reeked with magic, the slim pale female was clearly used to the arcanes. What Endelle forgot is that while looking at them, she was creepily staring, without blinking nor moving, a trick she learn to facilitate hunting. Let's hope they don't catch her looking at them.
Dzydzilelya
January 9, 2018 |
Premise Adventurers make their way to the Bannered Mare, Whiterun's most popular inn. They barely have time to socialize that they are interrupted by an inhuman roar. Upon arrival to the origin of the roar, they encounter Skyrim's fiercest predator: a dragon. Setting 4th Era Skryrim, the same in which TESV: Skyrim takes place. The geography and the current political event of that Era are the same as the game. Tone Serious, violence is present, along with mild language and themes. Character Rules Nothing too overpowered, characters must fit the theme and be realistic. Posting Rules 5 lines of text minimum. No maximum time in between posts. Everything going on in the RP is discussed and preapproved beforehand. All dialogue must be in Legacy Dovahzul, inner thoughts are at the player's discretion.
Endelle was sitting at a wooden table, tankard full of mead and a tasty venison chop. The Bannered Mare was clearly the best tavern in all of Skyrim. Never did she enjoyed staying at one place this much. This job at the Drunken Huntsman was starting to pay off, finally was Endelle able to pay rent, she could spend her days off at the tavern and speak with the locals. They had interesting tales of mighty beasts that needed to be slain. Endelle was thrilled everytime. The rush of the hunt, following tracks, spotting the beast, notching an arrow, then with a whistling in the wind, take it out. Ah, days like these are always the best. Well, they are better than her bandit days, which were more lucrative, but insanely boring. In her youth, Endelle met Aela, another soon-to-be great hunter. Their bond grew stronger and stronger, until Endelle got bored and left for a life of raiding, thieving and murdering. They left eachother in good terms, only because Aela didn't knew why her childhood friend left. With the wealth she made, Endelle gathered information about the mightiest of beasts: Dragons. As a teen, she was obsessed with the stories of these gigantic creatures that could eat a man in a single bite. In all her life, she wanted to see one and from her recent informations concerning Helgen, her dreams could become reality. After leaving the bandit group she was part of, she returned to Whiterun to follow the life she wanted : An honest life as a hunter. After a few months, the troubling news about Alduin and the Dovahkiin only fueled her desire to hunt one. She stopped daydreaming as she noticed two individuals enter the tavern. The two of them didn't look to know eachtother, but they entered at the same time, so who knows. Endelle could see clearly what they looked like even in the dim light, her hunter eyes never failed her. She wasn't called Endelle Eagle-Eye for nothing. It's actually a name she earned in her bandit tribe because she managed to shoot a witness a hundred of feet away with a single shot, in the eye. One of them was is a male with a huge braid of brown hair, looks tough, but his hands without a calluses tells her he wasn't really a big fighter nor worker. The other one reeked with magic, the slim pale female was clearly used to the arcanes. What Endelle forgot is that while looking at them, she was creepily staring, without blinking nor moving, a trick she learn to facilitate hunting. Let's hope they don't catch her looking at them. |