Fantasy Skyrim RP

[Ms. Sparrow]

(Look in IC for CC and races.) no starting till I give the ok

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.4e4bcc4fb38015bae2641287f24a96c5.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="78125" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.4e4bcc4fb38015bae2641287f24a96c5.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> I woke up to my head hurting painfully. "Ow... Wha-" I opened my eyes and look around. It's snowing. We must be up high, but more importantly I'm in a wagon with a bunch of other unconscious people. It's cloudy outside and the smell of pine fills the air, the wagon is going downhill on the rocky road,


Snowflakes are falling on my black hood. I look around and reach for my weapon but I realize I'm bound with my hands in front of me, leather shackles bound my wrist together like everyone else's. Apart from the other people there's a wagon behind us filled with the stormcloak rebellion soldiers.


Imperial soldiers are driving the wagons. The horses hoods cleansing loudly on the stone path. Oh god they must think I'm a stormcloak. My weapons are off me too. Nocturnal save me.

 

[Kumii]

Gunmar woke up and found himself in a wagon, "By the Nine.. what happened?" He then noticed another person in the wagon with him, "Wha... who are you?" He asked the lady.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.6fef838ff372aa786944b435b8e4fe69.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="78128" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.6fef838ff372aa786944b435b8e4fe69.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Kamilles white curly long hair swayed with the motion of the wagon, "Kamille Blood-Seeker. You don't look like a stormcloak so it looks as if we are not in the Nines favor today. What is yours?" Her Nordic accent strong and beautiful.

 

[Kumii]

"Gunmar the Ruthless, or so they call me. I just prefer my god given name, Gunmar Ice-heart, and it seems we are not." His voice was gruff and nordic, as it should be. He then looked to the second wagon full of stormcloaks, "Wait... is that... Ulfric?" He asked.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.1c682555961a7a5c97397299d76e6e88.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="78130" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.1c682555961a7a5c97397299d76e6e88.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Kamille sharply turned her head to where he looked. "By the Gods!... It is.. Wherever we're going... Sovernguard awaits.." She said somberly. @Crysalisis

 

[Kumii]

"Where are you from, Kamille?" He asked.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.7608d4fd631a6421c99211a6b5edb582.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="78136" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.7608d4fd631a6421c99211a6b5edb582.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> "I am from Mortal. Sadly" she said giving a small laugh. "And you, Gumnar?" She wondered why she was being so kind. She was usually serious and commanding. Maybe because she was about to get tortured or thrown in jail for life. Or get her head cut off. She looked at the other unconscious people in the wagon and considered kicking somebody to wake them, but she shook the thought and noticed the weather was slightly warming.


@Crysalisis

 

[Kumii]

"Im from Windhelm, grew up there actually. I now reside in Whiterun, well due to recent I may be getting evicted a bit early." He joked, "You do you do.. you look like a thief, could be wrong." He noted.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Kamille looked at her back clothes and grinned. "I am actually I'm a Nightngale, but if your referring to the hood that has to purposes" she said laughing. She regained a serious expression "You look the a nord that would fight crime and bandits, companion?" @Crysalisis View attachment 174813

 

[Kumii]

"Aye, but I wasnt always a companion." He said, "I used to be a Bandit, but I decided that life wasn't for me."


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.720a8ea7ed6ec7eb40aa500c8a2905ed.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="78151" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.720a8ea7ed6ec7eb40aa500c8a2905ed.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> "Aye" Kamille agreed, nodding thoughtfully, and she looked over at the stormcloak soldiers. "Damnit Ulfric." Kamille did not want to die.

 

[AtlasTheShapeless]

The Dunmer followed the carriage, looking at the prisioners. "Heh, what a horrible fate..." He said to himself, then looking at the path leading to Helgen. 'Helgen, I should go to the Inn....' He thought to himself while walking.


(SOrry for the small start, Im bored as f right now and I don't know what to do.)

 

[AtlasTheShapeless]

M'aiq slowly woke up, noticing that he was in a carriage. "What?" He mumbled to himself, sitting up. "Where are we?" He asked, still confused. "M'aiq only remembers to be searching for calipers..., then somebody knocked M'aiq out."


@DarknessSpirit


@Crysalisis

 

[Kumii]

"Hey, look on the brightside.. atleast there will be no more war in Skyrim." he joked, trying to lighten the mood. He looked to the cat, "Dont you see? We are going to die, cat. Wait.. your M'aiq aren't you?" He said.


@DarknessSpirit @AtlasTheShapeless

 

[AtlasTheShapeless]

"Yes, I am M'aiq, but my father is M'aiq too, and his father's father is M'aiq...At least, that is what his father said. But then again, you can never trust a liar" He said, looking down at his robes then back at Gunmar.


@Crysalisis @DarknessSpirit

 

[Kumii]

"Wait, if you're a Liar.. then how should I know if your actually M'aiq?" He questioned.


@AtlasTheShapeless

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.eb029a4f4dfa95e1b5397520b1951ad3.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="78161" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.eb029a4f4dfa95e1b5397520b1951ad3.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Kamille sighed heavily and then looked up to see warm sunlight.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.8893dcc587eec44a2945b2a67ac9e744.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="78160" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/image.jpg.8893dcc587eec44a2945b2a67ac9e744.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[AtlasTheShapeless]

"M'aiq knows he is M'aiq ?" He said, confused about his question. "


@Crysalisis

 

[Kumii]

"Yes, but you said it yourself 'Dont trust a liar'.." He said.


@AtlasTheShapeless

 

[AtlasTheShapeless]

M'aiq shrugged. "M'aiq don't know..., M'aiq don't know if his father is actually his father, since you never trust a liar...." He mumbled, almost to himself


@Crysalisis

 

[AnimusLight]

Einarr finally arrives to the town of Helgen. Not too long ago he was running away from a pack of wolves that were very hungry. He must have sprinted halfway between Fort Neugrad and Helgen with those mutts on his tail. He could have fought back but there were probably around a dozen of them. Those things must be waiting for him outside in proximity of the town. Sly bastards came at him when he was packing up the small camp he had. He preferred facing the bandits that are currently occupying the fort than the wolves.


He had to buy and sell a few things at the local shop before he continued. The pelts he skinned from the animals he hunted yesterday was beginning to weigh on him. He takes out a pocket journal and looks at his list of things to do. One that is top priority is getting to an inn and sleep well for tomorrows travel to Bleak Falls Barrow to find some kind of ancient tablet - he still wasn't sure what it was because the book he read was very vague. It did have something to do with dragons, if he could recall.

 

[AtlasTheShapeless]

"Ey, soldier, when are we arriving in Helgen?" Ulkan asked the Imperial soldier leading the Carriage. "Half an hour...I think." The soldier answered the Mercenary Dunmer.

 

[Rook]

Adriana sighed, watching the carriages slowly roll towards the city. They were just breaking over the horizon, but protocol dictated that she be ready at least an hour prior to the execution. This felt dirty, executing them without a trial. Of course, they were in the middle of a war, and this wasn't Cyrodiil, but still. "Gabriel..." She said quietly, but was only greeted with snores. He had fallen asleep in the chair next to her, most likely exhausted after the journey to this fortress village. She kicked his shin with her steel clad boot, jolting him awake. "Bah! Arkay smite you!" He grumbled, rubbing re quickly forming bruise.


"It's time, Gabriel. The prisoners have arrived."


"Boss-"


"I know. But if ending their lives means saving those of the soldiers dying every day, then we can look past this. Come on," the Tribune said quietly, spinning on her heel. The pair walked down to the execution block, awaiting the carriages.

 

[AtlasTheShapeless]

The Dunmer mercenary casually followed the carriage, he didn't looked like an Imperial soldier, since he was wearing an ancient Nordic armor, Ancient Nordic Gauntlets, Thieves Guild Boots and an Iron Helmet. "I hope they don't mislead me by an ambush." Ulkan said to the Soldier leading the Carriage, that only laughed at him. "Calm down, they won't." He said.