The King's Daughter [Inactive]

[TimeSplitter]

TimeSplitter submitted a new role play:


@altairismyhomeboy


 
DRAGONBORN





Name: Sorex


Appearance: (Not as dirty)

Personality: Honourable to a fault, Sorex is always there to stand up for justice and his beliefs, his knowledge of tactics and the art of war and battle are substantial and his skill is highly praise, although he would rather ignore the political ramifications of him being the Dragonborn.


Skill Proficiencies(6): Heavy Armor, Block, Two-Handed, One-Handed, Restoration Magic, Destruction Magic.


Weapons: Steel Warhammer, Steel Mace

Armor: Banded Iron Sheild, Banded Iron Armor.

 

[Sansa Stark]

High Princess Anadriel of Skyrim

Age: 18


Personality: Skeptical by nature, the princess was raised to be proper and poise but is also an accomplished diplomat.


Skills: Speech, archery, one-handed.


Weapons: Bow and arrow, dual daggers

Armor:

Everyday hairstyle:

 

[TimeSplitter]

Sorex was wandering through the lands surrounding Whiterun as he normally would when he was out questing, he had heard word from Whiterun's bartender at The Bannered Mare that a rather successful Bandit chieftain had holed himself up in one of the abandoned forts that dotted the area. He figured that a bunch of Bandits that could barely hold a blade would be no chance against him, and so after a good bit of drinking and a night of sleep, he sets out to claim the bounty and honor that came with the Chieftain's death. Unfortunately for him, one of the patrons at the Mare at the time just so happened to be affiliated with the bandits, and so went out immediately to warn the gang that the Dragonborn was coming for them.


The next day, the Bandits were prepared for Sorex as he dismounts his horse just outside the fort and sends it on its way. He walks up casually to the front of the fort, shield in one hand and mace in the other. He looks around for a moment, he hadn't encountered any resistance yet, and he thought that he could have come to the wrong fort, or the information was off. Just as he was about to turn and leave, the Bandits trigger their ambush.


With a wailing war cry, the Bandits reveal themselves from their hiding places. Sorex had been quick to react, otherwise the volley of arrows would have skewered him instead of bounced uselessly off his shield, though he knew they would be quick to reload. The first Bandit that had been charging towards him got a stomach full of steel and and solid whack to the back of the head, but while he hadn't been blocking, the archer Bandits had reloaded their bows and fired another few shots at him, one of which cascaded right into his shoulder. He grits through the pain, but fights on, the next bandit getting a heave from his shield as he rushes to get away from the overpowering ambush. He thumps another of attacking bandits with his mace, blood spurting from his cheek as he collapses to the ground, before quickly raising his shield again to block the next wave of arrows, though a few managed to sneak through and pierce him through his ankle and leg. He grunts a little after the attack, he knew he had underestimated the bandits, though he wasn't going to lay down and die for them.


With a quick draw of breath, he draws on his power of the Thu'um, shouting with such volume it shook the earth and blew the bandits off their feet, flying a few meters back and scrambling their formation. Through the confusion as the Bandits figure out what happened, Sorex makes his escape. Limping down the road, it wasn't long before they hear the cheering of the Bandits as they realize they had been victorious, though Sorex was just happy he had been able to escape. He didn't make it far before he couldn't go any farther and collapses from his wounds, he tries to pull the arrows from out of his shoulder, blood pouring through the hole in his armor. He takes a little tug at the arrow sticking through his ankle before snapping it in half and pulling both side out and throwing the bloodied arrowheads away, the pain was so intense he thought he had been poisoned, his body was sweating profusely to deal with it, but he knew he would likely fall unconscious soon...

 

[Sansa Stark]

Perhaps such a shambled shack wasn't the best place to remain in hiding, but Anadriel felt there was no other option. Certainly someone would recognize her if she dared to enter one of the larger cities, Whiterun especially. A face like hers was hard to disguise, and even harder to keep anonymous. The princess knew she certainly wouldn't want to remain in such a place forever, the roof of her solitude falling to pieces and holes in the walls that would surely allow any manner of beasts an easy entry, but for the moment it was as safe as she could get. Better in the jaws of wolves than in the hands of men.





Cautiously, Anadriel popped a few nearby herbs into the boiling pot hovering over a fresh fire, and used a wooden spoon to stir the contents within. The ramshackle house behind her had once been someone's home, or perhaps a hunter's cabin, and though it had fallen into ruin there were still many utilities to be harvested and put to use, such as a bed, a table, a few kitchen utensils and several books. Though stained with the age of years such things were precious to her in such a chosen captivity, and were treated with care.





The maiden twirled at the sudden sounds of battle, and though they were at a distance, she didn't want t take a chances. She stowed herself within the cabin and waited until such sounds had been put to rest before daring to peek her head out into the open, to see what damage was done, if any. Instead, she was greeted by an altogether different sight.


Watching the bleeding man collapse, a decision rested before her. Do I help him and risk discovery? Do I let him die? Even with the importance of a mission such as hers, the princess was undoubtable in her desire to help, and in consequence she ran to the wounded person's side.


"Shhh," she whispered. "It's alright, I'll help you."

 

[TimeSplitter]

Initially, Sorex thought that the Bandits had caught up to him, helplessly he waves a bloodied mace in Anadriel's direction before she reached him, though he relaxes when she says she will help him. "Ugh... Thanks...Do you have any bandages? Or..."

 

[Sansa Stark]

"I do." The princess nodded. "Can you walk, ser? I have a small house not far from here, with a bed and soup and medical supplies." Ana supposed she could help support him, but the man was the size of a brute and at least an entire foot taller than herself.

 

[TimeSplitter]

"I can try." He says simply, and with great difficulty manages to heave himself off the ground, he gives the lady a weak look as he gets up, though fortunately for her, he didn't recognise her. He tenderly touches the sides of his wounds before looking to the horizon. "I might be a bit slow... which way are we headed?"

 

[Sansa Stark]

"Don't worry," she spoke with her soft voice, wrapping an arm around his torso from the side and offering what little help she could give. "It's not more than a five minute walk. It's safe there, mostly."


The princess didn't recognize him either; it had been three months since her disappearance from Solitude, before the Dragonborn's identity was ever revealed.

 

[TimeSplitter]

"Great...ack... lead the way." Sorex was still limping rather badly, so he had to rely on Anadriel's help more then he would have liked to, but he didn't have much of a choice. After a few moments of struggled walking, her rugged shack comes into view, though Sorex found it rather odd that such a proper-looking women would reside in such a rickety old shelter. "Are you an adventurer too...uhm...Sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Sorex." He tries to say happily, but it came off as a bit forced.

 

[Sansa Stark]

"Adventurer?" She pondered the question in the back of her mind as she led the wounded man through the woods; Ana supposed she was one of sorts, though not by choice and she reaped no rewards from it. "I guess you could call me that."


"Sorex," she repeated. The princess noticed her temporary safe haven up ahead, and let out a sigh of relief. "I'm Ana. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sorex."

 

[TimeSplitter]

"The pleasure is all mine, Ana." Sorex says warmly. "Not sure what I would have done if you didn't come along." Though he knew exactly what he would have done, he would have died from blood loss or poison long before anyone discovered him. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out here? Just exploring?"

 

[Sansa Stark]

"Of sorts." It was only half a lie.





"Here, let me help you on the bed." Anadriel hoisted him and gently maneuvered the large man where she slept, undressing the areas where it was necessary to gain access to his wounds. "This is going to hurt," she warned him, preparing a salve to fight infection.

 

[TimeSplitter]

"Thanks again." He says in a pained voice as he lies down on Ana's bed and lets her get a little closer to his wounds, though he lets off a bit of a chuckle as she prepares a salve for him. "Can't be that bad, right?"

 

[Sansa Stark]

She gave a small smile. "No, I suppose it can't be." Carefully, the princess began to rub the salve on his wounds after having cleaned the blood from them. "What were you doing out there in the first place, sir? Bandits are dangerous."

 

[TimeSplitter]

Sorex smiled back, though the smile was quickly wiped off his face as the pain of the salve shoots through his body, his muscles involuntarily convulse and bulge just for a split second before he concentrates to avoid squirming. "I was actually hunting the Bandits, claiming some bounties" He manages to say in a strained voice. "But they were ready for me, unfortunately."

 

[Sansa Stark]

"As they usually are." She frowned and put a cold washcloth on his forehead. "Do you live nearby, Sorex? You might not be able to walk for awhile, and I hope I'm not keeping you from your family..."

 

[TimeSplitter]

"Don't worry, I don't really have any family in Skyrim." He says a bit solemly. "I do have a house in Whiterun, though I don't usually spend my time there." He was a little disappointed that he wasn't able to walk for a bit, he was quite eager to march right back to the Bandit's to avenge a bit of his dignity, he was rather upset that he had been crippled at all really. "Besides, if it weren't for you, I'd likely be dead. So I really owe you one."

 

[Sansa Stark]

Anadriel frowned; he didn't have family here, and hers might as well be elsewhere. They were more similar than she had thought. "I'm sorry. Family is important." She flashed him a kind smile and mixed together ingredients for a potion that would numb the pain. "You look familiar, have I seen you before?"

 

[TimeSplitter]

"Depends." Sorex says in a serious tone, he normally didn't like telling others of his identity, but since Ana was being so kind to him, he figured there could be no harm. "How familiar are you with the Song of the Dragonborn?"

 

[Sansa Stark]

She chuckled, having fond memories tied to such a song. The princess remembered her father teaching her how to dance to it's beat.


"Very. Why do you ask?"

 

[TimeSplitter]

Sorex looks directly at Ana. "Well, its a song about me... technically. Its more of a song about the legend of the other Dragonborn that came before me, but i'm still one of them." He knew he was avoiding the question a little, he could have easily just said 'I'm the Dragonborn.' though he felt that if he didn't lead up to it, Ana might have questioned its legitimacy.

 

[Sansa Stark]

Anadriel couldn't have laughed louder. "Are you sure the medicine isn't getting to your head? Here. Open up. You need to drink some water." She slipped a soft hand under the back of his head, and lifted gently, bringing the cup to his lips.

 

[TimeSplitter]

"No! Really, I'm--" He was about to try and convince her, but then she lifts his head up enough for him to take a little sip from the cup of water she was offering him. "--Dragonborn." He tries to sound menacing, like the knowledge of him being Dragonborn should insight fear or awe like it did to so many other Nords, but it comes off as a little desperate.

 

[Sansa Stark]

Anadriel couldn't help but chuckle; there hadn't been any Dragonborn in ages, this man was surely out of his mind. Still, she indulged him and nodded with his words. The smirk remained.


"I would ask you to prove it, but you're currently in no condition to do so. I don't want your Shout to bring your bandit friends to my little sanctuary."

 

[TimeSplitter]

"Fair enough." He says with a smile, though he had a fairly good idea that she was nodding for the sake of it. "I'll show you later. How long do you think till I can recover?" He was hoping he woulden't be down and out for too long, he had a score to settle with the Bandits, and he still felt a little disgraced that he had to rely on Ana for support, and he hadn't even returned her kindness.