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Two Nords and a Breton walk into a bar...

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Dzydzilelya
Frinmulaar
Liis
Ruvgein

Liis
Administrator
January 17, 2018
The dragon overlooked the instance as thoughts stir. His golden eye viewing the egotist springing arrows ensuring their seizure for justice of this hold and the lives taken from it. Three guards were struck and fallen - surely dead. They yelled amongst each other as a dunmer confronted the suspected criminals. So easily panicked they are. Judgement instantly clouded by the occurrence. The murderous archer gave the dragon a sly smile of which was taken note of beforehand. The crime committed surely ensures a sense of greed over either the stone or one of Akatosh' children itself. Such a facial contortion would not precede an act of pure protection.
Another reveals the hunter as insane - distancing herself from the assailant. The dunmer glances up from her yelling and is seized by the powering image of the frightful beast. Her eyes widen in pure terror and gives to stumble - cut short by fainting.
"Gein wo yah drem kent drun nii. Daar deinarre mindok nunon zunne se kein. Ahney hei bo nu voth zey fah spaal, uv krif hein palle erei dinok. Zu'u los paal wah pah erei zu'u fiik miri, nuz iliri krent het nu."
by Liis
January 17, 2018
The dragon overlooked the instance as thoughts stir. His golden eye viewing the egotist springing arrows ensuring their seizure for justice of this hold and the lives taken from it. Three guards were struck and fallen - surely dead. They yelled amongst each other as a dunmer confronted the suspected criminals. So easily panicked they are. Judgement instantly clouded by the occurrence. The murderous archer gave the dragon a sly smile of which was taken note of beforehand. The crime committed surely ensures a sense of greed over either the stone or one of Akatosh' children itself. Such a facial contortion would not precede an act of pure protection.

Another reveals the hunter as insane - distancing herself from the assailant. The dunmer glances up from her yelling and is seized by the powering image of the frightful beast. Her eyes widen in pure terror and gives to stumble - cut short by fainting.

"Gein wo yah drem kent drun nii. Daar deinarre mindok nunon zunne se kein. Ahney hei bo nu voth zey fah spaal, uv krif hein palle erei dinok. Zu'u los paal wah pah erei zu'u fiik miri, nuz iliri krent het nu."

Frinmulaar
January 17, 2018
Kat couldn't but stare. In the space of a few heartbeats, everything had got out of hand again! A guard was going down like a felled oak, one of the huntress's arrows up to the fletching in his skull. There to the side another, in a lopsided kneel. A third one far behind on his belly, twitching his blood out. And there she stood, arms wide, flaunting an expression that was half drinking game winner, half ferocious wolf.

A scream escaped Kat's lips. "Nid!"

She scooped up her stuff in one motion and ducked behind a wall segment, the maneuver already becoming a second nature. When her heart calmed down, she caught a snippet of Arra having an excited conversation with an elven woman. Dunmeri. Could it be Irileth, the jarl's captain? Come to save them?

Suddenly the conversation stopped with a thud. Kat took a peek around the wall, every muscle tense. Irileth was down for whatever reason. The place had gone back to death trap, and the remaining watchers proceeded to drown one another's shouts.

Despite their fallen leader, the main wave of guards was reaching the field. Kat noticed each man had a ranged weapon locked on one of them. They approached warily, eyeing the dragon like the the tavern folk had moments ago, trying to work out among themselves who to shoot. That should give us a little time, Kat thought.

"Nu, voth zey!"

She grabbed Arra by the shoulder and they stumbled through the night, darting from cover to cover, to the tower's slanted stairs, inside and up. Liis's hulking body almost covered the roof, but after a little climb they stood beside him.

The ground looked like a deep black void from here. Only some stray torches and the glint of metal surrounded them. As Liis glanced at the two briefly, Kat pushed Arra in the direction of his scaly back. The hand-sized plates felt slippery and freezing, but at least they wouldn't cut.

"Nust krii mu. Daar filoku!" Kat whispered over the wind to neither one in particular.
by Frinmulaar
January 17, 2018
Kat couldn't but stare. In the space of a few heartbeats, everything had got out of hand again! A guard was going down like a felled oak, one of the huntress's arrows up to the fletching in his skull. There to the side another, in a lopsided kneel. A third one far behind on his belly, twitching his blood out. And there she stood, arms wide, flaunting an expression that was half drinking game winner, half ferocious wolf.



A scream escaped Kat's lips. "Nid!"



She scooped up her stuff in one motion and ducked behind a wall segment, the maneuver already becoming a second nature. When her heart calmed down, she caught a snippet of Arra having an excited conversation with an elven woman. Dunmeri. Could it be Irileth, the jarl's captain? Come to save them?



Suddenly the conversation stopped with a thud. Kat took a peek around the wall, every muscle tense. Irileth was down for whatever reason. The place had gone back to death trap, and the remaining watchers proceeded to drown one another's shouts.



Despite their fallen leader, the main wave of guards was reaching the field. Kat noticed each man had a ranged weapon locked on one of them. They approached warily, eyeing the dragon like the the tavern folk had moments ago, trying to work out among themselves who to shoot. That should give us a little time, Kat thought.



"Nu, voth zey!"



She grabbed Arra by the shoulder and they stumbled through the night, darting from cover to cover, to the tower's slanted stairs, inside and up. Liis's hulking body almost covered the roof, but after a little climb they stood beside him.



The ground looked like a deep black void from here. Only some stray torches and the glint of metal surrounded them. As Liis glanced at the two briefly, Kat pushed Arra in the direction of his scaly back. The hand-sized plates felt slippery and freezing, but at least they wouldn't cut.



"Nust krii mu. Daar filoku!" Kat whispered over the wind to neither one in particular.

Dzydzilelya
January 17, 2018

Upon the arrival of Irileth, the jarl's right hand and friend, things went south, but that was none of Endelle's business. Not anymore. She blurted out something about people dying. Oh, my dear, 3 guards are worth nothing from what awaits. Irileth also acknowledged she knows Arra. This could be important later. Endelle chose to ignore Arra's statement about her being insane. Then, Irileth saw Liis and fell on the ground. If this is the leader of Whiterun's barracks, nothing bad could come out of them. Guards were threatening the group with their bows, how funny. They really think that they could take on two hunters and a mage? Turning around, she saw they were both gone. Cowards.

They left Endelle alone with all those men! Ahhh if only this would've been a tavern instead of a firing squad. Kat and Arra would've been jealous, not glad to leave. She could still smell them, the vanilla and fur, running away. The beast inside was growling. She might have to let it take over. There was a way out of this. Looking back, she saw the other two up the tower, trying to get on the beast. They forgot something... The stone! 

"Krosis senne, mu kent sav lein.", she said with the same grin as earlier.

Sprinting, she slid on the ground, snatched the stone and kept going. On the way to the tower, she noticed all of the Imperial's equipement on the floor. Idiot, who would leave their weapon lying there? Arriving at the tower, she almost jumped half the stairs and walked the rest, skipping one or two steps at a time. Not even exhausted, Endelle kept her cardio. Good, she'll need it later.

Upon seeing the other two next to the big lizard, she waved the stone in a "hey you forgot that on the way" manner. A close up view of the dragon's scale was amazing. They were triangular pieces of steel, all connected together like one big mail of skin. Noticing the guards started running towards the dragon, Endelle dropped the rock and pulled out her bow. Throwing arrows left and right,every one of those shots hit their mark. Guards were falling like leaves in autumn. Facing the two other women, Eagle-Eye shouted angrily.

"Ruknaar uv dir naal haali!"

She turned back and kept firing arrows in almost complete darkness. Blood had such a tasty smell, it was almost as powerful as skooma. Quick trembles of excitement were rushing through her body.

by Dzydzilelya
January 17, 2018

Upon the arrival of Irileth, the jarl's right hand and friend, things went south, but that was none of Endelle's business. Not anymore. She blurted out something about people dying. Oh, my dear, 3 guards are worth nothing from what awaits. Irileth also acknowledged she knows Arra. This could be important later. Endelle chose to ignore Arra's statement about her being insane. Then, Irileth saw Liis and fell on the ground. If this is the leader of Whiterun's barracks, nothing bad could come out of them. Guards were threatening the group with their bows, how funny. They really think that they could take on two hunters and a mage? Turning around, she saw they were both gone. Cowards.

They left Endelle alone with all those men! Ahhh if only this would've been a tavern instead of a firing squad. Kat and Arra would've been jealous, not glad to leave. She could still smell them, the vanilla and fur, running away. The beast inside was growling. She might have to let it take over. There was a way out of this. Looking back, she saw the other two up the tower, trying to get on the beast. They forgot something... The stone! 

"Krosis senne, mu kent sav lein.", she said with the same grin as earlier.

Sprinting, she slid on the ground, snatched the stone and kept going. On the way to the tower, she noticed all of the Imperial's equipement on the floor. Idiot, who would leave their weapon lying there? Arriving at the tower, she almost jumped half the stairs and walked the rest, skipping one or two steps at a time. Not even exhausted, Endelle kept her cardio. Good, she'll need it later.

Upon seeing the other two next to the big lizard, she waved the stone in a "hey you forgot that on the way" manner. A close up view of the dragon's scale was amazing. They were triangular pieces of steel, all connected together like one big mail of skin. Noticing the guards started running towards the dragon, Endelle dropped the rock and pulled out her bow. Throwing arrows left and right,every one of those shots hit their mark. Guards were falling like leaves in autumn. Facing the two other women, Eagle-Eye shouted angrily.

"Ruknaar uv dir naal haali!"

She turned back and kept firing arrows in almost complete darkness. Blood had such a tasty smell, it was almost as powerful as skooma. Quick trembles of excitement were rushing through her body.


Ruvgein
January 18, 2018

Irileth dropped to the ground, did the Dragon use some sort of spell of her? She would never faint at the sight of a dragon, would she?

Kat grabbed her arm and pulled her away, and off they ran until they were standing atop the western watchtower. It was a clear night and Masser lit up the ground below, the warm lights of Dragonsreach could be seen a short distance away while the throat of the world loomed nearby, dwarfing the whole of Whiterun.

“Drem yol lok, Liis,” Arra said as she swung her lithe form on to his neck, fitting herself between spines.  She moved as quick as she was able to, getting a leg up from Kat.

She was on a dragon, by Akatosh, a real Dragon! Her eyes lit up like a child on Saturalia, if only the Dragon would take her back to High Rock, then maybe...No, the past is the past, this is now.

Looking down from this height, she suddenly felt her heart drop into her stomach.  The Watchtower was high enough, and Dragons fly, which meant they would only go higher.  A puff of wind hit her back like a friendly reminder of just how cold the sky was.

“Mu fen wahl hi nokur, Liis.” She said, doing her best to laugh off her worries.

by Ruvgein
January 18, 2018

Irileth dropped to the ground, did the Dragon use some sort of spell of her? She would never faint at the sight of a dragon, would she?

Kat grabbed her arm and pulled her away, and off they ran until they were standing atop the western watchtower. It was a clear night and Masser lit up the ground below, the warm lights of Dragonsreach could be seen a short distance away while the throat of the world loomed nearby, dwarfing the whole of Whiterun.

“Drem yol lok, Liis,” Arra said as she swung her lithe form on to his neck, fitting herself between spines.  She moved as quick as she was able to, getting a leg up from Kat.

She was on a dragon, by Akatosh, a real Dragon! Her eyes lit up like a child on Saturalia, if only the Dragon would take her back to High Rock, then maybe...No, the past is the past, this is now.

Looking down from this height, she suddenly felt her heart drop into her stomach.  The Watchtower was high enough, and Dragons fly, which meant they would only go higher.  A puff of wind hit her back like a friendly reminder of just how cold the sky was.

“Mu fen wahl hi nokur, Liis.” She said, doing her best to laugh off her worries.


Liis
Administrator
January 18, 2018
The mortals scaled the tower as Liis awaited. The dragon glanced at one appearing, she looked timid to ride the giant. "Diist tiid nust haalvut dovah. Nust kent kos zofaas", he thought. Their hands groped his scales - subtly feeling them out of curiosity. One was heard shouting over the wind where the others could place themselves. His huge neck didn't hardly budge under the weight. After all felt secure, Liis reared up and spread his wings.

"Volk voth lotmul."

Suddenly, the mass lifted off the tower with his legs, then the wings pushed downward against the air. The very action causing the riders to feel as if they would fall off from the sheer force. Another stroke and they were travelling with the wind. The wind was so great against the mortals, causing them to realise just how much distance a dragon covers in a short time - and he wasn't even trying. Through the sky they glide as the dragon is silent - as if taking it all in. The sky and wind was the beast's greatest pleasure.
by Liis
January 18, 2018
The mortals scaled the tower as Liis awaited. The dragon glanced at one appearing, she looked timid to ride the giant. "Diist tiid nust haalvut dovah. Nust kent kos zofaas", he thought. Their hands groped his scales - subtly feeling them out of curiosity. One was heard shouting over the wind where the others could place themselves. His huge neck didn't hardly budge under the weight. After all felt secure, Liis reared up and spread his wings.



"Volk voth lotmul."



Suddenly, the mass lifted off the tower with his legs, then the wings pushed downward against the air. The very action causing the riders to feel as if they would fall off from the sheer force. Another stroke and they were travelling with the wind. The wind was so great against the mortals, causing them to realise just how much distance a dragon covers in a short time - and he wasn't even trying. Through the sky they glide as the dragon is silent - as if taking it all in. The sky and wind was the beast's greatest pleasure.

Frinmulaar
January 18, 2018

Kat leaned against living metal under the crystal sky, offering Arra a handhold to enter the closest thing to a saddle. The shouts of the guards were now focused on the tower, but they thought nothing of it until the stairs behind let out a creak. It was the murderer.

Kat's heart leapt - but the other drew the stone instead. Their eyes met in a blow and parry, a half-pleading inquiry against determination and mild amusement. Then the nord was back to shooting with daedric precision, yelling orders for the two to climb. The escape was becoming prisoner transport. But Arra was already on the dragon's neck, too cheerful for her own good, and there was nowhere to jump. Kat braced her legs around Liis's immense shoulders just as the ground fell off.

It felt like riding a bucking horse - if a horse could climb a sheer wall. Like sacks on a cart, limbs locked around horns and spines, they heaved skyward one deafening leathery thrum at a time. The whistle of projectiles grew rare, ceased, and the fight was history.

Liis unfolded his body and stretched out like a steel spear on the wind. When her muscles started taking orders again, Kat found herself searching for landmarks. She had lost her sense of relative distance. The moonlit province appeared as a bowl from the unnatural height, every point far but none farther than any other. Was that the outline of the Jeralls on the horizon? She realized that Skyrim was still the other side to her after these years.

They passed a layer of scattered clouds. Kat twisted around cautiously and looked the nord in the eye. Her confusion and terror had been left on the ground. Besides, whoever tried to shoot a weapon here would probably become a splash of red underneath.

"Wo los hi, ahsedun? Zu'u laan orin mindoka kriidi."

by Frinmulaar
January 18, 2018

Kat leaned against living metal under the crystal sky, offering Arra a handhold to enter the closest thing to a saddle. The shouts of the guards were now focused on the tower, but they thought nothing of it until the stairs behind let out a creak. It was the murderer.

Kat's heart leapt - but the other drew the stone instead. Their eyes met in a blow and parry, a half-pleading inquiry against determination and mild amusement. Then the nord was back to shooting with daedric precision, yelling orders for the two to climb. The escape was becoming prisoner transport. But Arra was already on the dragon's neck, too cheerful for her own good, and there was nowhere to jump. Kat braced her legs around Liis's immense shoulders just as the ground fell off.

It felt like riding a bucking horse - if a horse could climb a sheer wall. Like sacks on a cart, limbs locked around horns and spines, they heaved skyward one deafening leathery thrum at a time. The whistle of projectiles grew rare, ceased, and the fight was history.

Liis unfolded his body and stretched out like a steel spear on the wind. When her muscles started taking orders again, Kat found herself searching for landmarks. She had lost her sense of relative distance. The moonlit province appeared as a bowl from the unnatural height, every point far but none farther than any other. Was that the outline of the Jeralls on the horizon? She realized that Skyrim was still the other side to her after these years.

They passed a layer of scattered clouds. Kat twisted around cautiously and looked the nord in the eye. Her confusion and terror had been left on the ground. Besides, whoever tried to shoot a weapon here would probably become a splash of red underneath.

"Wo los hi, ahsedun? Zu'u laan orin mindoka kriidi."


Dzydzilelya
January 18, 2018

"Pruzah avond, Klimmek," The red haired Dunmer approached the old man, relaxing on the stone railing beside him.
Klimmek turned from his eyes from the Steps and studied the Dunmer, he recognized him as the potion merchant. Holding his gaze for a moment before relaxing he saw that this elf wanted no trouble.

"Pruzah avond wah hi ahk, Vukon. Zu'u lost frolok fah aanwo wah klov vok faal Steg fah zey. Zu'u ofaal wuth, ahrk Zu'u lost yuld wah vahraak."

Vokun looked up the mountain, ran a hand through his shaggy scarlet hair, and seemed to come to a decision.

"Seventy hen yuld, ahrk Zu'u fen dreh ol hi hind," Grinning a bit as he said the amount, he flexed his muscled legs and stretched his arms, casually extending one to Klimmek's coin purse and snatched it.

Klimmek nodded at the amount and moved the supplies from where they were on the ground towards Vokun.

"Zu'u biis fod hi daal," Klimmek spoke, and turned back towards Ivarstead, "Kovir paagol. Oo, hi pruz lingraav tir fah grohiik. Zok los felhah nau faal Steg."

As the Dark Elf shouldered the pack, his red eyes scanned the mountain and he noticed the movements of the white wolves that were so common in Skyrim. Onced finished scanning the mountain, he set off up the first steps of his journey.

The mountain was a beautiful sight to behold. The trees covered in that white powdery substance that was such a rare sight in the caves near Falkreath where Vokun had dwelled. The rocks, jutting out of the snowy slopes complementing the pallid white with their ashen and inky colors.
And the sky... Like a giant illusionist's cloak spread across a giant back. And to think that the sky started at the Throat of the World... It was amazing! A bit too amazing for Vokun's taste, but legends of the Throat, among others, were what he was raised on.
Vokun was an odd Dunmer. Of course, he took his heritage seriously and used it whenever possible. Coating himself in fire was possibly one of the best things about being a Dunmer. However, the other magicks were only used when all else failed, even if he wasn't very good at them.
Vokun liked to use a mixture of magick and stealth, or just stealth and his skill with daggers. While he never considered himself an assassin, his love of potions and poisons often ran close to that border. Sometimes, to build up his immunity, he would inject the smallest amounts of poison into himself and gradually build up the amount of poison.

He rolled his neck and caught sight of three white wolves silently approaching him from the left, menace in their rabid eyes. Vokun acted fast, swinging his right hand across his body, pointing it towards the closest wolf, and flexed his hand. An iron dart shot out and rammed itself in between the wolf's eyes, a bit to the left, but it sunk through the skin, not quite breaking bone, and had the desired effect.
The wolf yelped and twirled back towards his kin, somehow seeming even more rabid, it jumped straight into another wolf's neck, biting down hard as it's target went limp. Soon after the one Vokun shot fell to the ground, twitching and letting out a long shrieking howl before breathing it's last.
The remaining wolf took in the sight of his fallen brothers and growled low in it's throat. He was bigger than the other two, deep red scars down it's face and across it's flank. Green-grey eyes and unnatural sharp teeth that looked as if they could shred a sheep with only one bite. It crawled forward, all four legs on the ground, before standing and howling to the blanket of stars above.
That's when Vokun realized, with the giant white wolf towering above him, this was no normal animal. This was a werewolf with a lust for blood and flesh.

"Los ni hi peh brii?" Vokun said, his cocky Dunmer attitude taking over. The werewolf made a sound like a mix between breaking bones and the roaring of a frost troll as it slashed down on Vokun.
The dunmer was gone though, dropping the supplies and rolling to the right the wolf caught him on the thigh, but Vokun was oblivious to the pain. He managed to load a dart into his wrist-bow and shot it at the werewolf. Hopefully that dart had the right poison on it.

It didn't. The werewolf took the dart in the stomach and became even more enraged. Vokun realized that the dart he had just used had more Frenzy potion slathered on it. The wolf charged, roaring all the way, and chomped down on a space beside Vokun's rapid moving arm. The Dunmer managed to unsheath his best dagger with his right hand. It was encrusted with rubies and emeralds in a deadly fashion and spat out blood thickening poison on contact.
Vokun called on his Magicka in his other hand and summoned a fat fireball, shooting it in the way of the werewolf's greasy fur. It went up like a bonfire. Anyone down in Ivarstead would think a dragon had just blown fire on the mountain. Vokun immediately thought that it may have been better to stab first, fireball later, but instead he jumped forward into the flaming wolf and stabbed him once in the neck. Ending that terrible howling and successfully slaying it.
Vokun walked towards the supplies, slung them over his shoulder, and started limping up the mountain once again. The flames took a while to go out, and he could still smell the stink of burning flesh as he trekked up the mountain. Somewhere in the fight he must have gotten injured, but he didn't remember when, the adrenaline rush was only just ending and he felt the pain in his leg. After about three hundred steps he stopped to patch it up, taking out a spare neck-cloth that he'd stolen from a Redguard who was passing through Ivarstead a day ago.
After wrapping the wound, he sipped a red potion and walked farther up the mountain. Vokun managed to make it up to the Greybeard's Sanctuary. He lifted the supply chest, and lo and behold, it was full. Someone had done this job, and recently. He dropped the supplies next to the chest and tried the doors. They were unlocked. Vokun quietly openned one and went inside, feeling his way in the darkness of unlit torches. He could hear the Greybeards speaking, and sometimes even shouting. He couldn't make out the words, but he didn't care to. He wanted to explore the sanctuary.

Somewhere in the midst of exploring and eating the Greybeard's fruit, he snuck outside to the training grounds where he sat and made a midnight lunch from his stolen goods.

by Dzydzilelya
January 18, 2018

"Pruzah avond, Klimmek," The red haired Dunmer approached the old man, relaxing on the stone railing beside him.
Klimmek turned from his eyes from the Steps and studied the Dunmer, he recognized him as the potion merchant. Holding his gaze for a moment before relaxing he saw that this elf wanted no trouble.

"Pruzah avond wah hi ahk, Vukon. Zu'u lost frolok fah aanwo wah klov vok faal Steg fah zey. Zu'u ofaal wuth, ahrk Zu'u lost yuld wah vahraak."

Vokun looked up the mountain, ran a hand through his shaggy scarlet hair, and seemed to come to a decision.

"Seventy hen yuld, ahrk Zu'u fen dreh ol hi hind," Grinning a bit as he said the amount, he flexed his muscled legs and stretched his arms, casually extending one to Klimmek's coin purse and snatched it.

Klimmek nodded at the amount and moved the supplies from where they were on the ground towards Vokun.

"Zu'u biis fod hi daal," Klimmek spoke, and turned back towards Ivarstead, "Kovir paagol. Oo, hi pruz lingraav tir fah grohiik. Zok los felhah nau faal Steg."

As the Dark Elf shouldered the pack, his red eyes scanned the mountain and he noticed the movements of the white wolves that were so common in Skyrim. Onced finished scanning the mountain, he set off up the first steps of his journey.

The mountain was a beautiful sight to behold. The trees covered in that white powdery substance that was such a rare sight in the caves near Falkreath where Vokun had dwelled. The rocks, jutting out of the snowy slopes complementing the pallid white with their ashen and inky colors.
And the sky... Like a giant illusionist's cloak spread across a giant back. And to think that the sky started at the Throat of the World... It was amazing! A bit too amazing for Vokun's taste, but legends of the Throat, among others, were what he was raised on.
Vokun was an odd Dunmer. Of course, he took his heritage seriously and used it whenever possible. Coating himself in fire was possibly one of the best things about being a Dunmer. However, the other magicks were only used when all else failed, even if he wasn't very good at them.
Vokun liked to use a mixture of magick and stealth, or just stealth and his skill with daggers. While he never considered himself an assassin, his love of potions and poisons often ran close to that border. Sometimes, to build up his immunity, he would inject the smallest amounts of poison into himself and gradually build up the amount of poison.

He rolled his neck and caught sight of three white wolves silently approaching him from the left, menace in their rabid eyes. Vokun acted fast, swinging his right hand across his body, pointing it towards the closest wolf, and flexed his hand. An iron dart shot out and rammed itself in between the wolf's eyes, a bit to the left, but it sunk through the skin, not quite breaking bone, and had the desired effect.
The wolf yelped and twirled back towards his kin, somehow seeming even more rabid, it jumped straight into another wolf's neck, biting down hard as it's target went limp. Soon after the one Vokun shot fell to the ground, twitching and letting out a long shrieking howl before breathing it's last.
The remaining wolf took in the sight of his fallen brothers and growled low in it's throat. He was bigger than the other two, deep red scars down it's face and across it's flank. Green-grey eyes and unnatural sharp teeth that looked as if they could shred a sheep with only one bite. It crawled forward, all four legs on the ground, before standing and howling to the blanket of stars above.
That's when Vokun realized, with the giant white wolf towering above him, this was no normal animal. This was a werewolf with a lust for blood and flesh.

"Los ni hi peh brii?" Vokun said, his cocky Dunmer attitude taking over. The werewolf made a sound like a mix between breaking bones and the roaring of a frost troll as it slashed down on Vokun.
The dunmer was gone though, dropping the supplies and rolling to the right the wolf caught him on the thigh, but Vokun was oblivious to the pain. He managed to load a dart into his wrist-bow and shot it at the werewolf. Hopefully that dart had the right poison on it.

It didn't. The werewolf took the dart in the stomach and became even more enraged. Vokun realized that the dart he had just used had more Frenzy potion slathered on it. The wolf charged, roaring all the way, and chomped down on a space beside Vokun's rapid moving arm. The Dunmer managed to unsheath his best dagger with his right hand. It was encrusted with rubies and emeralds in a deadly fashion and spat out blood thickening poison on contact.
Vokun called on his Magicka in his other hand and summoned a fat fireball, shooting it in the way of the werewolf's greasy fur. It went up like a bonfire. Anyone down in Ivarstead would think a dragon had just blown fire on the mountain. Vokun immediately thought that it may have been better to stab first, fireball later, but instead he jumped forward into the flaming wolf and stabbed him once in the neck. Ending that terrible howling and successfully slaying it.
Vokun walked towards the supplies, slung them over his shoulder, and started limping up the mountain once again. The flames took a while to go out, and he could still smell the stink of burning flesh as he trekked up the mountain. Somewhere in the fight he must have gotten injured, but he didn't remember when, the adrenaline rush was only just ending and he felt the pain in his leg. After about three hundred steps he stopped to patch it up, taking out a spare neck-cloth that he'd stolen from a Redguard who was passing through Ivarstead a day ago.
After wrapping the wound, he sipped a red potion and walked farther up the mountain. Vokun managed to make it up to the Greybeard's Sanctuary. He lifted the supply chest, and lo and behold, it was full. Someone had done this job, and recently. He dropped the supplies next to the chest and tried the doors. They were unlocked. Vokun quietly openned one and went inside, feeling his way in the darkness of unlit torches. He could hear the Greybeards speaking, and sometimes even shouting. He couldn't make out the words, but he didn't care to. He wanted to explore the sanctuary.

Somewhere in the midst of exploring and eating the Greybeard's fruit, he snuck outside to the training grounds where he sat and made a midnight lunch from his stolen goods.


Dzydzilelya
January 18, 2018

Upon getting closer to the dragon to climb on it's back, Endelle ran her fingers across the beast's scales. Cold to the touch, there was a fire raging inside. Seeing how Arra and Kat climbed on the beast, she had no choice but to be the one behind. Perfect, this way, they'll be at a disadvantage if they choose to attack her. Then, Liis said to hold on. Being on the middle of the drake's body, she had a solid grip on it, and also more cover from the wind.

Liis then took off, with enough force to propel them across the sky in a single stroke of the wings. They were going insanely fast, the wind was blowing strong against them. Smells coming from all across the hold was entering Endelle's nose. So many preys... Snapping out of her dream, she put her hand on one of Liis' scales. It was not completely fused with the seprent's body, allowing them to move. Looking up, she saw that the two others were distracted by the visuals. Endelle felt the scale, passing a finger under the plate. Then she kept adding a finger until four of them would be under. No reactions coming from the dragon. Then, employing some of her "hidden force", she lifted the scale, forcing it out of it's natural position.

Kat then complimented her and ask the name of her killer.

"Zu'u ni krii ahhe."

High Hrothgar was getting closer and closer. What could Liis have to do with this place. The Greybeards surely wouldn't call a dragon to pick them up. What could there be at this place that would interest a dragon?

by Dzydzilelya
January 18, 2018

Upon getting closer to the dragon to climb on it's back, Endelle ran her fingers across the beast's scales. Cold to the touch, there was a fire raging inside. Seeing how Arra and Kat climbed on the beast, she had no choice but to be the one behind. Perfect, this way, they'll be at a disadvantage if they choose to attack her. Then, Liis said to hold on. Being on the middle of the drake's body, she had a solid grip on it, and also more cover from the wind.

Liis then took off, with enough force to propel them across the sky in a single stroke of the wings. They were going insanely fast, the wind was blowing strong against them. Smells coming from all across the hold was entering Endelle's nose. So many preys... Snapping out of her dream, she put her hand on one of Liis' scales. It was not completely fused with the seprent's body, allowing them to move. Looking up, she saw that the two others were distracted by the visuals. Endelle felt the scale, passing a finger under the plate. Then she kept adding a finger until four of them would be under. No reactions coming from the dragon. Then, employing some of her "hidden force", she lifted the scale, forcing it out of it's natural position.

Kat then complimented her and ask the name of her killer.

"Zu'u ni krii ahhe."

High Hrothgar was getting closer and closer. What could Liis have to do with this place. The Greybeards surely wouldn't call a dragon to pick them up. What could there be at this place that would interest a dragon?


Ruvgein
January 20, 2018

Liis took off with one wing beat and the ground faded below, the air grew thin and cold with the dizzying height they reached with ease. The Dragon turned towards The Throat of the World, and rode a patch of warm air up. Arra's ears hurt badly from the pressure.

She gave a laughing shout of excitement over the wind, barely able to keep her eyes open over the icy wind that struck her face and whipped her hair around.

They flew against the sky, with Nirn rushing by underneath in a blur.  It was dizzying and exhilarating at the same time.  The icy wind digging into her skin like shards.

They arrived at the mountain in no time. The first thing Arra saw was the home of the Greybeards, its stony masonry standing out against the snow swept mountain side. Looking beyond, she saw a campfire blazing in the night. Tir het? she thought, but a moment later they moved on.

On up again! Gods! If they went much higher she thought her head might pop! Liis landed with a thud, and Arra slid off the Dragon's neck and into a snowdrift, she sighed to herself before looking up into the blue-black eyes of a great dragon.

“Thuri.” she bowed. Arra felt as if he was someone great, someone worthy of bowing before, so she did. Rising slowly, she remained in the snow, which chilled her to the bone.

by Ruvgein
January 20, 2018

Liis took off with one wing beat and the ground faded below, the air grew thin and cold with the dizzying height they reached with ease. The Dragon turned towards The Throat of the World, and rode a patch of warm air up. Arra's ears hurt badly from the pressure.

She gave a laughing shout of excitement over the wind, barely able to keep her eyes open over the icy wind that struck her face and whipped her hair around.

They flew against the sky, with Nirn rushing by underneath in a blur.  It was dizzying and exhilarating at the same time.  The icy wind digging into her skin like shards.

They arrived at the mountain in no time. The first thing Arra saw was the home of the Greybeards, its stony masonry standing out against the snow swept mountain side. Looking beyond, she saw a campfire blazing in the night. Tir het? she thought, but a moment later they moved on.

On up again! Gods! If they went much higher she thought her head might pop! Liis landed with a thud, and Arra slid off the Dragon's neck and into a snowdrift, she sighed to herself before looking up into the blue-black eyes of a great dragon.

“Thuri.” she bowed. Arra felt as if he was someone great, someone worthy of bowing before, so she did. Rising slowly, she remained in the snow, which chilled her to the bone.


Liis
Administrator
January 20, 2018
The mountain drew near. Mortals had a tighter grip than he had expected. One sounded out in joy for her vicarious wings. A scale shifted near the rearest passenger.

"Hi fen laan viingge zos wey dii vrii, joor. Vuth dreniil, uv zu'u fen vuth dii."

The dragon never looked back, and the others were confused as to whom was addressed so punctually - exchanging worried looks as best they could.
His wings glanced to the wind to slow himself, and the snow-covered peak slid under them. The powder showering the mortals. The youngest dismounts first - showing eager initiative. Perching Paarthurnax enters her view, and she bows with presumption. The others set foot on the snow as well. Liis' tail sweeps the mortals to the ground - keeping an eye on the other dragon. A spout of fire spews from Paarthurnax and engulfs Liis' upper half. The fire is then returned in the same manner.

Paarthurnax: "Drem yol lok, Liis."
Liis: "Pruzaan grind."
Liis' head lowers.
Paarthurnax: "Daar jorre piraak nuft, fah hi bo niin het, nuz piraak nust mindah se kulu?"
Liis: "Zu'u bo niin het fah hin lotrot. Zuliil zos lot wey dii. Nust kent piraak pogaan lanne."

Paarthurnax' head leers at the mortals.

Paarthurnax: "Tinvaak diist hein lanne. Tiidi zos lingrah wey hein."
by Liis
January 20, 2018
The mountain drew near. Mortals had a tighter grip than he had expected. One sounded out in joy for her vicarious wings. A scale shifted near the rearest passenger.



"Hi fen laan viingge zos wey dii vrii, joor. Vuth dreniil, uv zu'u fen vuth dii."



The dragon never looked back, and the others were confused as to whom was addressed so punctually - exchanging worried looks as best they could.

His wings glanced to the wind to slow himself, and the snow-covered peak slid under them. The powder showering the mortals. The youngest dismounts first - showing eager initiative. Perching Paarthurnax enters her view, and she bows with presumption. The others set foot on the snow as well. Liis' tail sweeps the mortals to the ground - keeping an eye on the other dragon. A spout of fire spews from Paarthurnax and engulfs Liis' upper half. The fire is then returned in the same manner.



Paarthurnax: "Drem yol lok, Liis."

Liis: "Pruzaan grind."

Liis' head lowers.

Paarthurnax: "Daar jorre piraak nuft, fah hi bo niin het, nuz piraak nust mindah se kulu?"

Liis: "Zu'u bo niin het fah hin lotrot. Zuliil zos lot wey dii. Nust kent piraak pogaan lanne."



Paarthurnax' head leers at the mortals.



Paarthurnax: "Tinvaak diist hein lanne. Tiidi zos lingrah wey hein."

Frinmulaar
January 20, 2018

They sailed higher yet, blind but for the points of light in the upper half of the sky. The wind had begun to sting bitterly. Kat felt an urge to close her eyes, when suddenly she noticed a starless triangle growing ahead. The only terrain still above them, but not for long. Liis turned his wings to brake and slammed onto a snowbank. Kat half-stepped, half-rolled off his back into a pile of cold to see that Arra and Endelle had done the same. Her legs were cramping almost as much as they were trembling.

This had to be Monahven, the mighty spire of a mountain that was always in the corner of the eye from Riften to Rorikstead. The views from here must be stunning, but without daylight the place hardly looked remarkable: some dozen acres of grey slope, scattered rocks here and there, a single Nord tombstone - and a very thorny greenish dragon hunkered over it like a lumpy statue. Kat's heart skipped a beat as Liis and the ragged thing blasted each other with flames. They then entered a peaceful conversation. Greeting practices, Kat guessed. The other seemed to be the elder, but their talk was too hard for her to follow.

On solid ground at last, she knelt in the snow and started to sort out her packs. Every item was somehow still there. She put on her gauntlets and fur gloves and her hands felt like living flesh again. When she grabbed her helmet, her fingers met something hard and angular inside.

It was some item of jewelry. Though hopelessly tangled around itself and the helmet's straps, it was recognizable as a bead necklace with a large stone in a metal clasp. The metal might be bronze yellow, hard to make out in the gloom. Kat pulled the thing out and tied it on her hip, making a mental note to study it later. Not now. Now she needed rest and answers. Preferably in that order.

Arra bowed to the old dragon. Good thing Kat was already kneeling, since these legs wouldn't move an inch. The elder had a deep, warm voice, wholly unlike Liis's iron whisper, as he asked them for questions. Kat liked this dragon.

"Hi faal kinbok voth thur ahrk nax ko faan, vahzen? Miru los miriil. Zu'u Kat." Honest and friendly, with just a minor creak of fatigue.

by Frinmulaar
January 20, 2018

They sailed higher yet, blind but for the points of light in the upper half of the sky. The wind had begun to sting bitterly. Kat felt an urge to close her eyes, when suddenly she noticed a starless triangle growing ahead. The only terrain still above them, but not for long. Liis turned his wings to brake and slammed onto a snowbank. Kat half-stepped, half-rolled off his back into a pile of cold to see that Arra and Endelle had done the same. Her legs were cramping almost as much as they were trembling.

This had to be Monahven, the mighty spire of a mountain that was always in the corner of the eye from Riften to Rorikstead. The views from here must be stunning, but without daylight the place hardly looked remarkable: some dozen acres of grey slope, scattered rocks here and there, a single Nord tombstone - and a very thorny greenish dragon hunkered over it like a lumpy statue. Kat's heart skipped a beat as Liis and the ragged thing blasted each other with flames. They then entered a peaceful conversation. Greeting practices, Kat guessed. The other seemed to be the elder, but their talk was too hard for her to follow.

On solid ground at last, she knelt in the snow and started to sort out her packs. Every item was somehow still there. She put on her gauntlets and fur gloves and her hands felt like living flesh again. When she grabbed her helmet, her fingers met something hard and angular inside.

It was some item of jewelry. Though hopelessly tangled around itself and the helmet's straps, it was recognizable as a bead necklace with a large stone in a metal clasp. The metal might be bronze yellow, hard to make out in the gloom. Kat pulled the thing out and tied it on her hip, making a mental note to study it later. Not now. Now she needed rest and answers. Preferably in that order.

Arra bowed to the old dragon. Good thing Kat was already kneeling, since these legs wouldn't move an inch. The elder had a deep, warm voice, wholly unlike Liis's iron whisper, as he asked them for questions. Kat liked this dragon.

"Hi faal kinbok voth thur ahrk nax ko faan, vahzen? Miru los miriil. Zu'u Kat." Honest and friendly, with just a minor creak of fatigue.


Dzydzilelya
January 20, 2018

As Vokun ate his lunch in the light of the fire, he gazed up at the dark wispy clouds and the moon, Masser, above. He stared and wondered, "Fos vust kos zos brit?"
Something he would wonder not for very much longer that night. He was in the middle of casting his eyes down when he saw a gigantic shape move across the sky, and heard a thundering thump on the mountain, near the peak.
He was immediately curious as he saw a bright light flash above him, go out, and barely hear a deep voice say... something. Vokun unceremoniously kicked out his fire, packed the rest of his lunch that he didn't quite need, and traveled farther up the mountain after noticing another path.

Not too far up the mountain, Vokun noticed the winds get stronger and the air get much, much colder than it was around High Hrothgar. He could continue, but as soon as he took three long strides around the mountain, a terrible blizzard hit, almost knocking him off of his feet. He immediately lunged forward - recovering from his stumble - and called upon the power of his ancestors to help him. They answered, quietly at first, then the fire around him began to grow. Vokun was a beacon in the night. He rushed up the mountain, the snow around him melting and refreezing as he went.
His only thoughts were about staying on his feet and keeping the fire burning. He could hear it roaring in his ears, yet it was a strangely peaceful experience. The world around was blocked out and it was only Vokun and his ancestors. He could hear their thoughts, as they were in the afterlife. He could hear the unfamiliar language of his people, and smell the ash and soot of the past. Then he heard the sounds of alarm. At first, they blended into the whispers of his ancestors, but as they got louder he realized that the blizzard was gone. His fire still burning.
He snapped his fingers, the normal action that he always did after parting with his ancestors, and gazed around at the sight. It was obvious that he interrupted something. Three women, two with wide eyes, probably due to his entrance, the other calm and collected, though perturbed at the newcomer. She was the plotting type, Vokun could tell. He only made eye contact with one that was wearing much purple. She looked as if she was from High Rock, she was one of the ones with wide eyes. In Vokun's oppinion, her surprise enhanced her beauty.

"Zu'u siiv atruk zos brit."

After ripping his eyes from the beautiful Breton, he noticed the two very large dragons turn their scaly heads towards him. 

"Brit regge ahrk ziin dovahhe."

He didn't realize what was wrong with what he saw until he thought about it. His eyes suddenly widened at the sight of the dragons, and he ignited his hands in flames, spraying both dragons with them for about ten seconds, before letting up.
He stared at them, to gauge their reaction. The dragons didn't seem too hurt by his fire, and the larger thorny beast was giving him an odd, almost amused look. But there was wisdom in those eyes. It was as if that dragon knew everything about Vokun just by looking at him. He greeted them and bowed to the beautiful ladies.

"Drem yol lok, regge. Los zu'u diinek?"

He thought for a second about his question, and added before they could ask:

"Eh, zu'u Vokun Dalkmah. Galgur solgaaz do Falkreath."

by Dzydzilelya
January 20, 2018

As Vokun ate his lunch in the light of the fire, he gazed up at the dark wispy clouds and the moon, Masser, above. He stared and wondered, "Fos vust kos zos brit?"
Something he would wonder not for very much longer that night. He was in the middle of casting his eyes down when he saw a gigantic shape move across the sky, and heard a thundering thump on the mountain, near the peak.
He was immediately curious as he saw a bright light flash above him, go out, and barely hear a deep voice say... something. Vokun unceremoniously kicked out his fire, packed the rest of his lunch that he didn't quite need, and traveled farther up the mountain after noticing another path.

Not too far up the mountain, Vokun noticed the winds get stronger and the air get much, much colder than it was around High Hrothgar. He could continue, but as soon as he took three long strides around the mountain, a terrible blizzard hit, almost knocking him off of his feet. He immediately lunged forward - recovering from his stumble - and called upon the power of his ancestors to help him. They answered, quietly at first, then the fire around him began to grow. Vokun was a beacon in the night. He rushed up the mountain, the snow around him melting and refreezing as he went.
His only thoughts were about staying on his feet and keeping the fire burning. He could hear it roaring in his ears, yet it was a strangely peaceful experience. The world around was blocked out and it was only Vokun and his ancestors. He could hear their thoughts, as they were in the afterlife. He could hear the unfamiliar language of his people, and smell the ash and soot of the past. Then he heard the sounds of alarm. At first, they blended into the whispers of his ancestors, but as they got louder he realized that the blizzard was gone. His fire still burning.
He snapped his fingers, the normal action that he always did after parting with his ancestors, and gazed around at the sight. It was obvious that he interrupted something. Three women, two with wide eyes, probably due to his entrance, the other calm and collected, though perturbed at the newcomer. She was the plotting type, Vokun could tell. He only made eye contact with one that was wearing much purple. She looked as if she was from High Rock, she was one of the ones with wide eyes. In Vokun's oppinion, her surprise enhanced her beauty.

"Zu'u siiv atruk zos brit."

After ripping his eyes from the beautiful Breton, he noticed the two very large dragons turn their scaly heads towards him. 

"Brit regge ahrk ziin dovahhe."

He didn't realize what was wrong with what he saw until he thought about it. His eyes suddenly widened at the sight of the dragons, and he ignited his hands in flames, spraying both dragons with them for about ten seconds, before letting up.
He stared at them, to gauge their reaction. The dragons didn't seem too hurt by his fire, and the larger thorny beast was giving him an odd, almost amused look. But there was wisdom in those eyes. It was as if that dragon knew everything about Vokun just by looking at him. He greeted them and bowed to the beautiful ladies.

"Drem yol lok, regge. Los zu'u diinek?"

He thought for a second about his question, and added before they could ask:

"Eh, zu'u Vokun Dalkmah. Galgur solgaaz do Falkreath."


Dzydzilelya
January 20, 2018

Liis threatened to crash down if Endelle continued. Alright, she understood, scales are a precious thing to the dragons. Maybe they were the source of their strength? If you can't pierce them, you can't hurt the flesh and blood behind. There had to be a way to kill a dragon. They definitely imposing but not nearly as scary as the legends depicted them. Especially since this one seemed friendly. The beast must be raging inside, wanting to kill Endelle and the others at any moment.

Finally landing on top of the Throat of the World, Arra and Kat jumped down. So eager to jump into so many potential traps. Letting out a sigh, the old hunter jumped down the beast's back. Feet landing in the snow. The cold and wind didn't bother her, the warm blood of werewolves running in her veins kept her warm. Her very basic leather outfit wasn't adapted for this kind of climate, anyone wearing this here would freeze to death.. Seeing the Kat change into fur clothing and Arra shivering made Endelle smile. Looking up, she saw the beautiful moon, peaking above the group.

Liis and Paarthurnax then started conversing, greeting themselves by engulfing eachother in fire. Taking a deep breath in, Eagle-Eye couldn't describe how different the fire was. The heat was definitely there, but it was like a forest fire, or a magical one, for that matter. Interesting... Then again, that's something to study another day. Endelle noticed Kat going through her equipement, a jewel was hanging on her sides. Both kids kneeled at the sight of the dragons together. This was always a fun thing to see. These beasts were strong and all, but they aren't to be worshipped, that was back before the dragon war. Now they are only remnants of ancient times. 

Then, another person arrived, from High Hrothgar. Judging from the flames emanating from his body, he was a Dunmer. His looks were different from the average, definitely. Just his red-ish hair was already something. Endelle was cautious, the ones who stand out were usually dangerous or weak. Seeing as the Mer kind are familiar with the arcanes, Endelle was on the toes, the iron/vanilla smell was the bane of her existence. Thinking about smells, Endelle breathed in. Death. Like a corpse. This elf was not part of the world of the living. Probably a vampire, since they all share that common smell. Hmpf. The man greeted them and introduced himself as Vokun. Another one who bows. He then proceeded to launch fire straight at the dragons, covering parts of their scaly bodies. Fool, he's going to get himself killed. Well, one less problem, to be honest. She kept an eye on him, you never know when one of these bloodsuckers will jump on you to feed.

The green/golden dragon then asked the mortals if they had any questions. Endelle will keep her mouth shut this time. Let's see what the kids will say. Now all of the onld hunter's focus was on finding a way to manage the vampire and how she could kill a dragon... Poison wasn't very effective, arrows had little to no effect. Maybe incapacitating them to the point where they can't function? She also had to take in consideration that they could shout, so some sort of muzzle would be practical. She was wondering what dragon meat could taste like Just the toughts of slaying a dragon was making adrenaline rush in her veins, her mouth watering. Her warmth doubled, now some body heat was escaping as steam from her skin. Eyes almost twitching. She was trying to keep a straight face, but all of her body was scratching. She was struggling to stay in one place, her feet tapping the snow, up to the point where the cold rocks of the Throat of the World was coming out.

This wasn't a good sign...

by Dzydzilelya
January 20, 2018

Liis threatened to crash down if Endelle continued. Alright, she understood, scales are a precious thing to the dragons. Maybe they were the source of their strength? If you can't pierce them, you can't hurt the flesh and blood behind. There had to be a way to kill a dragon. They definitely imposing but not nearly as scary as the legends depicted them. Especially since this one seemed friendly. The beast must be raging inside, wanting to kill Endelle and the others at any moment.

Finally landing on top of the Throat of the World, Arra and Kat jumped down. So eager to jump into so many potential traps. Letting out a sigh, the old hunter jumped down the beast's back. Feet landing in the snow. The cold and wind didn't bother her, the warm blood of werewolves running in her veins kept her warm. Her very basic leather outfit wasn't adapted for this kind of climate, anyone wearing this here would freeze to death.. Seeing the Kat change into fur clothing and Arra shivering made Endelle smile. Looking up, she saw the beautiful moon, peaking above the group.

Liis and Paarthurnax then started conversing, greeting themselves by engulfing eachother in fire. Taking a deep breath in, Eagle-Eye couldn't describe how different the fire was. The heat was definitely there, but it was like a forest fire, or a magical one, for that matter. Interesting... Then again, that's something to study another day. Endelle noticed Kat going through her equipement, a jewel was hanging on her sides. Both kids kneeled at the sight of the dragons together. This was always a fun thing to see. These beasts were strong and all, but they aren't to be worshipped, that was back before the dragon war. Now they are only remnants of ancient times. 

Then, another person arrived, from High Hrothgar. Judging from the flames emanating from his body, he was a Dunmer. His looks were different from the average, definitely. Just his red-ish hair was already something. Endelle was cautious, the ones who stand out were usually dangerous or weak. Seeing as the Mer kind are familiar with the arcanes, Endelle was on the toes, the iron/vanilla smell was the bane of her existence. Thinking about smells, Endelle breathed in. Death. Like a corpse. This elf was not part of the world of the living. Probably a vampire, since they all share that common smell. Hmpf. The man greeted them and introduced himself as Vokun. Another one who bows. He then proceeded to launch fire straight at the dragons, covering parts of their scaly bodies. Fool, he's going to get himself killed. Well, one less problem, to be honest. She kept an eye on him, you never know when one of these bloodsuckers will jump on you to feed.

The green/golden dragon then asked the mortals if they had any questions. Endelle will keep her mouth shut this time. Let's see what the kids will say. Now all of the onld hunter's focus was on finding a way to manage the vampire and how she could kill a dragon... Poison wasn't very effective, arrows had little to no effect. Maybe incapacitating them to the point where they can't function? She also had to take in consideration that they could shout, so some sort of muzzle would be practical. She was wondering what dragon meat could taste like Just the toughts of slaying a dragon was making adrenaline rush in her veins, her mouth watering. Her warmth doubled, now some body heat was escaping as steam from her skin. Eyes almost twitching. She was trying to keep a straight face, but all of her body was scratching. She was struggling to stay in one place, her feet tapping the snow, up to the point where the cold rocks of the Throat of the World was coming out.

This wasn't a good sign...


Ruvgein
January 20, 2018

She was cold. Very cold. She stood in two feet of crunchy white snow, and the wind started blowing more of it into her face like icy shards. By the grace of Kynareth, Arra was freezing.

Liis and the great dragon spoke to one another, the later then asking if there were questions, Arra had one, where is it warmer?

She felt her heart beating faster, her breath more labored, fingers numb. She moved out of the snow bank, which made the chill worse.

A Dunmer came out of nowhere and panicked, he used some arcane fire, and bowed. Was he eyeing her? It was hard to tell in the blackness.

The bitter cold was excruciating, Arra turned to the others.

First her eyes met Endelle's, the Nord was warm enough.

Kat had furs, she was fine.

Then she looked into the red eyes of the Dunmer, she held her gaze for a moment before falling to the ground.

She couldn't stand this coldness, so she didn't. The Breton was dazed, her eyes staring blankly. Today was not her day.

by Ruvgein
January 20, 2018

She was cold. Very cold. She stood in two feet of crunchy white snow, and the wind started blowing more of it into her face like icy shards. By the grace of Kynareth, Arra was freezing.

Liis and the great dragon spoke to one another, the later then asking if there were questions, Arra had one, where is it warmer?

She felt her heart beating faster, her breath more labored, fingers numb. She moved out of the snow bank, which made the chill worse.

A Dunmer came out of nowhere and panicked, he used some arcane fire, and bowed. Was he eyeing her? It was hard to tell in the blackness.

The bitter cold was excruciating, Arra turned to the others.

First her eyes met Endelle's, the Nord was warm enough.

Kat had furs, she was fine.

Then she looked into the red eyes of the Dunmer, she held her gaze for a moment before falling to the ground.

She couldn't stand this coldness, so she didn't. The Breton was dazed, her eyes staring blankly. Today was not her day.


Liis
Administrator
January 20, 2018
Paarthurnax nodded at Kat.

Paarthurnax: "Miriil los eimaan."

A dunmer emerges from the blizzard covered in fire but not burning. A raw stench of death emits from him. His eyes are fixed on the females as Liis' eye is fixed on him. He looks up and, in a quick snap, throws fire at the beasts before ceasing and staring at Paarthurnax.
Liis glared irritated at the new body.

"Hi los nel druna hin ziist dinok. Los daar pruzah zaak?"

Liis' head reared up and his mouth filled with gaseous frost - his eye intent.

Paarthurnax: "Vuth."
Liis immediately surrendered his breath - still glaring at the dunmer like a dog with game.
Paarthurnax: "Hi kent koraav kun us vul. Rok grozah ni koraav dov us."

A thud of snow sounded. All eyes pan over to a fallen female. The cold took her no doubt.

Liis' head snapped to the dunmer.
Liis: "Piraak nuft, diil. Ofan mek faad"
by Liis
January 20, 2018
Paarthurnax nodded at Kat.



Paarthurnax: "Miriil los eimaan."



A dunmer emerges from the blizzard covered in fire but not burning. A raw stench of death emits from him. His eyes are fixed on the females as Liis' eye is fixed on him. He looks up and, in a quick snap, throws fire at the beasts before ceasing and staring at Paarthurnax.

Liis glared irritated at the new body.



"Hi los nel druna hin ziist dinok. Los daar pruzah zaak?"



Liis' head reared up and his mouth filled with gaseous frost - his eye intent.



Paarthurnax: "Vuth."

Liis immediately surrendered his breath - still glaring at the dunmer like a dog with game.

Paarthurnax: "Hi kent koraav kun us vul. Rok grozah ni koraav dov us."



A thud of snow sounded. All eyes pan over to a fallen female. The cold took her no doubt.



Liis' head snapped to the dunmer.

Liis: "Piraak nuft, diil. Ofan mek faad"
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