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Finding Nemo

With a quick glance down at the offered hand, Medeimar tenderly took the proferred hand, not shaking too firmly so as to save his hand healing beneath his thick gloves. He nodded slowly at her careful pronounciation of his name. She had the courtesy of taking her time- a change from the Nords...

Aha! Medeimar thought as the woman explained her desire to reach Winterhold. He could have ventured a guess at her wish to join the college but yet again she cold have been visiting relatives...as unlikely as that would have been. But still, she was a hopeful! Another orb of light left the...

"An astute observation." Medeimar replied simply. He'd lived in Skyrim most of his life, no doubt the accent of his native land had mixed with the nord bruskness- but it wasn't difficult to see his heritage in his own features which this woman, judging by the way she had been squinting at him...

Medeimar had been making his way slowly back down the hill, pondering his next move. He could forget about staying here and instead move on with his investigations, it would save time, but he knew in the long run it would only hurt him. His mind was as much his weapon as his silver sword, and...

As always, it was the last few minutes of the journey that dragged on the longest. The city of Whiterun drew closer but seemingly at an unbearable snails pace; taunting Medeimar- the promise of a bed and a hot meal hanging just out of reach. He sorely wanted both the hot meal and the bed as he...

Hooves chipped and sparked against the cobblestone road leading to Whiterun. The sturdy horse towed a cart, it's driver, and older man by the name of Kibell, spurred the horse on at a trot. The cart bounced and shuddered as it went, stirring the lone passenger inside awake for the hundredth...

Out of curiosity; is this set pre or post dovakiin?

Name: Medeimar Peraan Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Breton Personality: A serious and contemplative individual, Medeimar is a student of study. Whether that be the study of combat or of knowledge, he does have a natural knack for geography- which is just as well, considering the travelling...

This one still going? I'll gladly join in if it is.

"It's no problem at all Ms. Cheerilee, honest." Time Turner said with a concentrated look upon his features as he peered into the workings of the Ponyville classroom clock. For about the fourth time this month, he had been called in to see to the clock which much to Cheerilee's confusion...

"Hey, congratulations everyone for making the first night and no deaths!" Atrus called out across teh server after glossing through the conversations he had been ignoring all night- so distracted by his task. Not one death during the night- actually it was quite funny. The time when no one...

Name: Time Turner. (Also known by some few as the doctor) Appearance: All credit goes to this guy for drawing this and plenty of other great looking stuff: http://trinityinyang.deviantart.com/ Personality: Do you remember when you were a child? Not when you were young and you were...

Could you reserve Time Turner for me, please? Thanks!

It was with sore arms and an aching back that Atrus set down the final block in his makeshift little hobbit home. As he drew his sleeve across his brow and stretched his popping back that he noticed the greying of the sky through the door window. Ah, at last: morning. Atrus hastily threw...

Having a minecraft server would be pretty awesome. Alas, I don't have the know how to set up that sort of thing :( *villager voice* Breaking news: Mishi want's someone to play Herobrine...me, me , me! That is all.

Atrus mined and mined and mined. In his head, a little ditty went through his head; something like: Diggy diggy hole... Its wasn't the most tuneful or imaginative of ditties, but it was there nonetheless. By now, he head mined a healthy amount of cobblestone, making himself a comfortable...

Atrus gave a smile as he saw the conversations flow, people giving advice and encouragement. He like it when others were helpful. He considered adding his own two-bobs worth in, but decided that everyone had the bases covered. Besides, he had some slightly more pressing matters to attend to...

If there was one thing dissapointing about the jungle; it was the glaring lack space between ground and tree leaves. Everytime Atrus came into a jungle, he wanted to go all Rambo- skulking the shadows, lurking through the streams. No, instead it's a near solid mass of leaves. He was running...