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Post by doctorknives on Nov 27, 2016 17:50:18 GMT
Sakez'k stood in the line of a cramped broad good stall in the marketplace of wind helm. He was intending to invest in the alluring considerable soul gem that undulated with light among the dealer's property. Among the citizens in line, there were five people. Four Nords and Sakez'k. You could absolutely assert that Sakez'k was a minority here.
The small market square was boisterous with crowds roaming about, guards patrolling, a smithy melting away, and scattered conversations between the mostly Nordic people. In this district very few non-man races were to be found, as the Nords in Skyrim tend to be overwhelmingly racist and xenophobic.
The line slowly progressed as each customer found what they desired and paid respectfully. Eons passed and Sakez'k was at the front of the line ready to buy the soul gem that practically teemed with power. Sakez'k cleared his thought and said in a brassy voice. "I'll take that soul gem. How much do you want for it?"
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Post by Lmn on Nov 27, 2016 20:31:21 GMT
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]As I commend your souls to Aetherius [attr="class","reasonsmall"]Blessings of the Eight Divines upon you [attr="class","reasonbod"]Cirath walked forward as quietly as she could entering the gates of Windhelm, but that wasn't saying much due to the loud noise her heavy armor was making. It didn't help that she was a small and frail Altmer that could barely run without falling over with her steel plated gear. She said hello to the Windhelm guards who gave her unhappy looks, however Cirath didn't have any idea why, she had been sent here to assist the people of Windhelm by orders from her Knight Crusader of the Nine. However, Cirath herself didn't know much about the racist and xenophobic Windhelm ideologies. The ignorant and innocent young High Elf continued to walk through Windhelm.
She marched her way to what she had heard was known as the Stone Quarter, searching for anyone who needed assistance. She saw a line before a certain merchant's shop, so she hopped in line. Cirath intended to wait her turn to the speak to the merchant, she was going to ask if they needed anything, anything at all, that this Knight of Stendarr could do for them, and as she waited in line, she realized she was surrounded by mostly Nords, except for one specific Argonian standing before her. [attr="class","reasontag"] doctorknives - 212 - cute elf girl [googlefont=Fjalla One] [newclass=.reason]width:390px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:35px;border:1px #eee solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbg]background-color:#644c7f;padding:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbig]margin:-16px 0px 0px 115px;padding:0px 0px 0px 15px;font-size:30px;font-family:Fjalla One;text-align:left;color:#eee;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonsmall]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;line-height:12px;color:#ccc;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod]background-color:#f6f6f6;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#644c7f;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#644c7f;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#ccc;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by doctorknives on Nov 27, 2016 23:49:32 GMT
A High-Elf got in line abaft Sakez'k. He couldn't help but apperceive a rather pietistic ambiance about her. He spun his head and glanced at her nonchalantly. She was short with a captivating appearance, it was extraordinary since she appeared to be a duelist with the masculine plate mail she adorned. He found the Elf to be abnormally attractive and began a simple tête-à-tête, for he revealed in her ubiety.
"What brings you into town Elf. You should be more careful walking into town the way you did. The Nords around here don't take too kindly of the Mer."
Likely before the Elf would even be able to respond a rather large Nord pushed his way ahead of Sakez'k in line. The Nord, as he did so, announced in a boisterous tone. "Back of the line with you lizard." Sakez'k Ignored the Nord's cheap attempt of instigating and remained silent. The Nord wasn't too happy about it. "You aren't even gonna do anything? Hah! You lizards are just as bad as the milk drinkers, petty little weaklings." I should have known something like this would happen.
The Nord got in Sakez'k's face and yanked off his hood. "Euhk! look at yer skin! Makes my skin crawl, vermin." Sakez'k just pulled his hood down and muttered. "Keep your hands to yourself..."
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Post by Teo on Nov 28, 2016 0:01:49 GMT
[attr="class","itd"] "Psst. Hey, I know who you are. Hail Sithis!" [attr="class","itdscroll"] Edwyn had been stumbling around the snowy forests of Windhelm in search of anything. His skin was as pale as snow and his eyes were a dull grey with a bright streak of orange.
He had walked upon the Windhelm walls and he contemplated. Standing there thought, he hated the people of this godforsaken city, this would be the perfect place for him to feed. He knew he needed blood, but he had to be careful. Coming in from side sewer entrance the vampire entered the city at the north side.
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Post by Lmn on Nov 28, 2016 0:58:41 GMT
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]As I commend your souls to Aetherius [attr="class","reasonsmall"]Blessings of the Eight Divines upon you [attr="class","reasonbod"]Cirath was going to respond to the kind Argonian before her, but her action was stopped by a rude Nord that cut in line. She frowned, apparently the Argonian was right about the racism in Windhelm, that would explain the dirty looks she was getting from the Nords earlier. Cirath was going to yell at this Nord, but decided against it as the man persisted to pester the Argonian man. Then, the Argonian warned the man not to touch him, and that made Cirath a bit more brave, "yeah, leave him alone bully, and get back to the back of the line!" Cirath yelled at the Nord man. The man looked past the Argonian and gave Cirath a ferocious look, which made her whimper a bit but she didn't back down, her kind personality didn't let her stand for it.
"Shut up back there elf! Before I shove those pointy ears of yours down your throat, just cause you're wearing armor doens't mean I won't put you in your place. Your kind, the damned High Elves, always think they're so great. You're just a bunch of dirty Mer in my mind, and you're the cause of this bloody war, you and the bloody Empire! I bet you're one of them Thalmor! If you want me to move to the back of the line, you're going to have to MAKE ME!" The Nord began to bellow in laughter as he turned around and continued to order an enchanted Iron Mace, but before he left he turned back around to face the High Elf and Argonian. "An Iron Mace, just like the one my grandfather used to kill hordes of those disgusting Elves," the man continued to laugh deeply as he walked away. [googlefont=Fjalla One] [newclass=.reason]width:390px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:35px;border:1px #eee solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbg]background-color:#644c7f;padding:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbig]margin:-16px 0px 0px 115px;padding:0px 0px 0px 15px;font-size:30px;font-family:Fjalla One;text-align:left;color:#eee;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonsmall]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;line-height:12px;color:#ccc;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod]background-color:#f6f6f6;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#644c7f;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#644c7f;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#ccc;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6p
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Post by doctorknives on Nov 28, 2016 1:16:03 GMT
It seems like the further north you get the most ignorant the people are. Sakez'k Finally got his turn at the stall and forked over some coin for the soul gem. He dropped it into one of the many pouches that lined his belt and spoke to the elf once more. "Hey, thanks for defending me back there. These Nords just constantly look for reasons to get into fights. Say, how long have you been here in Skyrim. Maybe you've heard about all the crisis? I hail from the imperial capital and I plan to assist in ridding Skyrim of its ailments I've been looking for someone to help me on my campaign. Specifically, I've been looking for someone of intelligence and integrity. Judging by your appearance I'd say that you at least look like you fit the part. Interested?"
Just then a cold breeze gusted through the market, ruffling Sakez'k's tunic as it passed. It was cold in Wind helm and Sakez'k had a long sock over his tail to help keep him warm.
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Post by Teo on Nov 28, 2016 1:38:37 GMT
[attr="class","itd"] "Psst. Hey, I know who you are. Hail Sithis!" [attr="class","itdscroll"] The vampiric breton moved through the city. His face was cloaked so he was safe from the guards, yet he had to control himself. Edging across the city towards the market stalls Edwyn furiously rubbed at his arms and neck.
Reaching the market area all he could smell was blood, his mouth watered as he slowly moved around. All he could focus on was the disgusting nords' necks as it pumped blood throughout their bodies'. Edwyn need sustenance and he need it soon.
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Post by Lmn on Nov 28, 2016 23:27:01 GMT
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]As I commend your souls to Aetherius [attr="class","reasonsmall"]Blessings of the Eight Divines upon you [attr="class","reasonbod"]Cirath waited in line so that she could talk to the merchant about anything she can do to help around Windhelm, despite the negativity she had just experienced from the rude Nord she kept optimistic and hoped that not everyone would act that way. However, her actions were stopped when the Argonian before her who asked Cirath about her helping him with his quest of helping Skyrim. "THAT SOUNDS PERFECT! I was sent by my Knight Commander of the Nine to help the people of Skyrim, so if you need me to help you then I'm your girl! What do you have in mind to start us off?" Just then, Cirath noticed a man wearing a cloak that was covering his face, this caught her attention. It was quite suspicious, Cirath kept this in mind, however she couldn't act on pure speculation, she kept him within her periphreal but she focused on the Argonian man and smiled at him. [googlefont=Fjalla One] [newclass=.reason]width:390px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:35px;border:1px #eee solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbg]background-color:#644c7f;padding:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbig]margin:-16px 0px 0px 115px;padding:0px 0px 0px 15px;font-size:30px;font-family:Fjalla One;text-align:left;color:#eee;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonsmall]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;line-height:12px;color:#ccc;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod]background-color:#f6f6f6;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#644c7f;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#644c7f;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#ccc;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass]
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Post by doctorknives on Nov 29, 2016 0:11:34 GMT
As the Elf and the Argonian spoke, the hooded half-elf entered the marketplace. Sakez'k was wearing a hood too so he didn't judge him for having a cowl. When you aren't nord, you have every right to hid your identity here in wind helm. 'Well, there is three apparent crisis here in Skyrim. The dragons, the vampires, and Miraak the dragon tamer. I'm thinking that trying to eliminate an entire species of ancient overlords and taking out millennia old bloodsuckers might be a little more difficult than killing an ancient revived dragon born. So I'm thinking we should start with that. We should do some research see what we can find out about Miraak before we start searching." Sakez'k wagged his tail slowly. Stupid instincts Whenever Sakez'k meets someone knew he involuntarily wags his tail. "By the way, what's your name?"
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Post by Teo on Dec 4, 2016 15:19:40 GMT
[attr="class","itd"] "Psst. Hey, I know who you are. Hail Sithis!" [attr="class","itdscroll"] Slowly moving throughout the market stalls the man craved blood. He needed to feed or his body would slowly die, biting into his lip the Breton darted his head back and forth. He had his eyes on a frail looking elven girl with beautiful blonde hair. That is who Edwyn wanted to feed from specifically.
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Post by Lmn on Dec 11, 2016 17:06:14 GMT
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]As I commend your souls to Aetherius [attr="class","reasonsmall"]Blessings of the Eight Divines upon you [attr="class","reasonbod"]Cirath listened to the man who was speaking to her about issues in Skyrim, and she began to get excited, she was sent on this mission to get her feet wet, she was in a new place and her group she had come here with sent her out to get her feet wet, and this was more than enough for her. Cirath replied to the man talking of dragons, dragon tamers, and vampires, "A dragon tamer... hm, I haven't heard anything of it in Skyrim yet, but if there's anywhere I'd think to start it'd be the College of Winterhold. By the way, my name is Cirath Tarlina Faean, but most people just call me Cirath. I'm a Knight of the Nine! More specifically, a Knight Errant of Stendarr and I'm here to help Skyrim, and it seems like you are two. I'm sure we're going to help out this place, and hopefully issues between the different races of Tamriel will lessen a bit because of it!" Just then, Cirath realized she had looked away from the creepy man from earlier for a bit and lost him, now she scrambled to locate him again, enough so to turn her gaze from the man before her. She quickly found him again, but he had moved closer, that was a red flag all alone. In this place and her flashy attire yet frail looking stature Cirath was in a constant state of mind that she could be a victim of some racist drunkard or thief. Knowing this, and after her recent experience with the Nord, Cirath stared the man down blatantly, not trying to hide it any longer. She didn't speak, but she wanted the man to know that she recognized his presence. [googlefont=Fjalla One] [newclass=.reason]width:390px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:35px;border:1px #eee solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbg]background-color:#644c7f;padding:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbig]margin:-16px 0px 0px 115px;padding:0px 0px 0px 15px;font-size:30px;font-family:Fjalla One;text-align:left;color:#eee;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonsmall]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;line-height:12px;color:#ccc;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod]background-color:#f6f6f6;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#644c7f;[/newclass] [newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#644c7f;padding:20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#ccc;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass]
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Post by doctorknives on Dec 17, 2016 16:14:23 GMT
"Hmm, a Knight? What a quaint and noble role to take on in life. I am Sakez'k I am a mage, I've spent a majority of my life training in the imperial city, I've written books. I've invented and written theorems on destructive magic. I'm sure we'll make quite a powerful pair." Sakez'k noticed the hooded figure approaching them. What's his problem? In an attempt to scare him off, Sakez'k pointed him out loudly. "Hey you skulking about, take that hood off or I'll take it off myself." Two encounters of this measure in one day, this is getting ridiculous.
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