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Bjorn Herleif

"I've lost too much to be on the wrong side."

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a character in “Dragons Age: Skyrim”, as played by mjolnir

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N A M E
Bjorn Herleif

N I C K N A M E S
Dragonborn / Dragon

A G E
37

R A C E
Nord

S E X U A L o O R I E N T A T I O N
Hetersexual

A L L I A N C E
Stormcloaks

C L A S S
Swordsman
Warrior
Solider

H O M E S T E A D
Markarth


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Bjorn is a fairly typical Nord when it comes to him being a man of few words. He comes off more silent and stoic, only feeling the need to speak when the words are of importance. Although he may be a man of few words and come hard, he is a very friendly and caring person. Bjorn is a very selfless person, rarely doing things for himself but rather for others. Helping others makes him the happiest. Bjorn is one to always fight for a better cause or for what is right. Even though he is very caring and friendly, it is often a rare sight to seem him truly smile. The most many people see is a smirk but there are rare moments where Bjorn will actually smile. He's also been know to have a strong backbone so to speak. It takes a lot to get under his skin or make him angry which also helps him be very level headed.

S T R E N G T H S
Combat
Swordsmanship
Moderate Archery
Two Handed Weapons
Blocking
Smithing
Alchemy

W E A K N E S S E S
Magic
Social Skills
Persuasion
Manipulation
Thievery

F E A R S
Draugr
Unable to Protect Loved Ones





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Bjorn was born to an Imperial General and his wife, a blacksmith, in the hold of Markarth. As he grew up he spent much of his time apprenticing under his mother, learning her trades in blacksmithing. It didn't take him long to master the craft much like herself. But his father did not like Bjorn taking up so much interest in crafts and trades, and would much rather if he was trained to be a solider like himself. Not wanting to disappoint him, Bjorn began to let his father train him in combat while his heart longed to be smithing.

When he was of age, Bjorn's father enrolled him in the Imperial army to be a close body guard to King Torygg. He served under the king for a good handful of years. While in the Imperials service he found himself a young wife and in no time at all they also had their first boy. He built them a small mill outside of Solitude near the sea and when he wasn't in the King's service he was there with his family. Bjorn hating being an Imperial and often wished to get out of it but no one simply leaves the Imperial army, not without losing everything they held dear.

One day while on the mill with his wife and child, Bjorn received word to join the king in the keep. Upon arriving he saw that King Torygg had company... Ulfric Stormcloak. It was quickly made apparent that Bjorn's presence was needed as a moderator due to Ulfric challenging Torygg to a duel. When the fight ended with the King's death, Bjorn knew deep down that no matter what he said no one would believe the truth. So doing what he thought was right, Bjorn helped Ulfric escaped the city not wishing for the man to die from a fair fight. In his leaving, Ulfric offered Bjorn a position in his own personal guard.

Upon his return to the city rumors had already spread of his aiding Ulfric, also stating that Bjorn's claim about the fight being fair and just being untrue. He barely made it out of the city within his own life and quickly returned to the mill to gather his family. He had planned to take them to Windhelm in hopes of getting protection from Ulfric. But when he neared his mill it was already a blaze and the corpses of his wife and child lay in the yard before it. Bjorn reluctantly pulled himself away from their bodies, stealing a horse and riding day and night until he reached Windhelm. There, Ulfric immediately made Bjorn a high ranking member of his army and the head blacksmith for the Stormcloaks.




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W E A P O N S
Dragonbone Greatsword

Dragonbone Shield

Dragonbone Warhammer

Dragonbone Mace

2 Daedric Daggers


A R M O R
Daedric

H E A V Y 0 A R M O R
  • Helmet - Enchantment >> Fortify Health
  • Gauntlets - Enchantment >> Fortify Two-Handed
  • Boots - Enchantment >> Fortify Smithing
  • Armor - Enchantment >> Fortify Heavy Armor

I T E M S
20 Lockpicks

Ultimate Health Potions

Over 25,000 Gold

Assortment of Smithing Supplies

3 Daedric Hearts

Assortment of Poisons




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So begins...

Bjorn Herleif's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein Character Portrait: Tyrius Bloodripper

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⚜ { I'm sorry if this sucks.. I struggled for a starter. For now, just post how their day begins. } ⚜

ImageJust outside of Solitudes stone walls, is the blackthorn farm that had been passed down originally to Aldkar's older brother, but with him now being long gone, Aldkar agreed to takeover with his wife beside him. They own acres of land, and work their fingers to the bone to ensure their crops are sewed, harvested, and then sold at the Solitude market where they make their gold. "The finest harvest, in all, of Skyrim." was the words of those who brought from their stall daily.

Farming wasn't the only thing that Aldkar and his wife were capable of. When he was a child, his father had always wanted his sons to protect themselves, especially after the day his eldest son had disappeared into the night. No one knew why or where he was now, or even if he was still alive... So training Aldkar would set his mind at ease. With every chance they could get, they would train how to fight with and without a weapon. Hand to hand combat has always been a necessity, especially when your opponent can take your weapons from you at anytime. Aldkar passed his battle knowledge onto his wife, because knowing she could defend herself while he was away, was enough to settle his restless mind and heart.

He couldn't lose her. She was his entire universe.

Being married to Aldkar had been Andrianna's dream come true. To her, he was perfect in every way, even if he did have flaws like every other human being. She had not managed to see him for a couple of days with him being within Solitude city gathering supplies, and dealing with business as usual, but she always kept herself busy with farm chores. He'd be home soon, and he was. She grew a grin while placing down the wooden bucket in her hands, and ran towards him. With his hands holding her hips, Andrianna cupped his face, and kissed him. She had been longing for his lips on hers, and now she could finally feel them, plus his hands upon her which made her feel like he was touching her for the very first time.


ImageThey slowly parted, and looked into each others eyes with a smile. "Someones happy to see me" he chuckled.
"Always, my husband." they kissed once more, but Aldkar pulled back as it seemed to get slightly darker all of a sudden. He looked up to the skies to check if a storm was coming, but the light had appeared in seconds to make it brighter again.

Instinctively, Aldkar grabbed his sword and shield that he had forged himself, and turned his back protectively to his wife. He could sense something was out there. Waiting. "What is it?" she asked, but her husband did not answer. Instead, he placed his finger to his lips to signal to her that she must stay quiet. She did as she was told, and remained still.

His pure blue eyes carefully scanned his lands for any type of movement other than their animals inside of their pens. Whatever this thing was, it was intelligent, fast, and larger than a frost troll, or a giant. With cautious, slow steps.. Aldkar made his way towards the animals who were beginning to freak out. A sudden gush of wind swirled around Aldkar as a Dark red and green dragon landed on the ground. The Earth shook and trembled.

With a deep voice, the Dragon spoke to him. β€œDrem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin.” First of all, he didn't understand a word of the creatures language, and secondly!? he couldn't believe that this creature was back. Alduin had been killed 300 years ago.. was he back? "Leave, Dragon.. or I will kill you." That wasn't a threat, but a promise. The Dragon laughed with its deep gruff voice, "Ful Krah - so cold. Your bravery will be the end of you. "

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He laughed with a grin. "Then what are you waiting for? show me my end.." it wasn't long after his cocky statement that his face had turned serious quickly. The Dragon didn't want to wait another second to attack.

Aldkar's shield shot up infront of him as the Dragon opened it's mouth wide, blasting out a large amount of flames that continuously hit the steel with Aldkar holding his ground behind it with his heels digging into the Earth to keep himself fixed in place. This Dragon meant business, but so did Aldkar. Once the flames had stopped, The dragon took in yet another deep breath, but Aldkar quickly ran towards the creature. He was now within striking distance as he shielded himself for a second blast of flames. Andrianna had gone inside. In her heart she wanted to help her husband, but her brain was the smart one. She had to stay inside until it was over.

The flames stopped again, but this time the Dragon grabbed his shield within its strong jaws. Somehow Aldkar was able to keep his feet on the ground. With his right fist, he punched the Dragon with so much force, that it hurt the creature. Dragons had tough scales like armor.. how was he able to hurt it this much? Aldkar had managed to get onto the Dragons head, causing it to drop the shield and to start opening it's wings, and standing on it's back legs. It was trying to reach back at him with panic, but the sharp end of his sword had been thrust'd through the top of it's head, killing it instantly.

As it crashed to the ground, Aldkar held on before it remained motionless, then jumped off. His wife soon came out of hiding, and she couldn't believe her eyes. The Dragon was dead. White wisps of light were beginning to swirl themselves around her husbands body. He was looking down at himself with his arms slightly held out away from him like he didn't dare to touch himself, then looked up to his wife as the wisp light disappeared inside of him. "..Aldkar... you're Dragonborn." she told him with her brows furrowed, and smiling. This was his opportunity for adventure and greatness.

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Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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{ #8DC63F } ➳ { Wood Elf } ➳ { Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood } ➳ { Archer, Assassin & Thief }

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Solitude. Aervaya hated the place like most of the holds in Skyrim. Too many people too close together. It was suffocating and made her job much more difficult than hunting down some farmer on the outskirts of Helgen or along the river in Eastmarch. It took great planning and skill to perform a flawless job in an area so densely populated with merchants and Imperials. No doubt Aervaya was known but not by her name, only by what those throughout Skyrim had grown to call her... The Reaper. Most assumed that The Reaper was some man of astounding height not some small, easily over looked elf, let alone a female. This was her only advantage.

Aervaya waited near the outskirts of the stone city until the sun was low in the sky, but not to the point of dusk where the Imperials seem to be on higher alert. Instead of entering the city through the gates like a normal visiter, she made her way around to the steep cliffs that lead down to the sea below. If she simply walked into the city, the fear of being caught is significantly higher, but climbing the cliffs then up the walls was more dangerous but easier to go unnoticed.

Once she reached the top of the walls, Aervaya ran along them with a weightless air about her. She drew and arrow, nocking it in her bow as she continued to run about the walls. Coming to a halt as she saw an Imperial a top a look out tower, she drew back the bow until the string brushed her lips. Allow her gaze to drift momentarily she caught glimpse of a monstrous sight beyond the city gates... A Dragon. The sight made her gasp and her grip slip causing the arrow to fly through the air, missing it's intended target. "Bloody Greybeards." She cursed under her breath. The arrow wizzing past the Imperial no doubt got his attention. Aervaya only had a split second to react, nocking another arrow, drawing back then letting it loose. She remained motionless as the speared tip lodged itself in the man's eye and sent him toppling over the wall to the ground.

With the guard down, she was able to make her way from the wall down onto the rooftop of her target's home. The man was skinning an elk in front of his doorway. An unknowing target was opportune, she merely had to await for the guards on his level to be looking the other way. As the area cleared of Imperials, she hopped down off the roof and landed quietly behind him. Quickly, she drew a dagger as she snuck up behind him and held it to his throat. "Apologies, but your head is worth more gold than everything you own.'

Just as she was about to slit his throat, a dark shadow passed over head grabbing her attention. Then a loud rumbling that caused the ground beneath her to quake. Aervaya, tightened her grip on the restless man as she turned their attention in the direction of the disturbance. It was a long moment before it crawled it's way into her line of sight. Dragon! The shock caused her to subconsciously slit the man's throat prematurely. "Shit..." She quickly severed his head, shoving it in her knapsack for proof before climbing back to the rooftops and making her way towards the Dragons.

She had never seen one in her many years. To the best of her knowledge they were long gone with the fall of Alduin. Aervaya stopped upon a nearby rooftop, firmly planting her feet as she nocked an arrow. A kill like this would make me a legend. But the Dragon must have seen her or sensed her presence because with the draw of her bow it'd head turned towards her. Inhaling sharply, Aervaya let the arrow loose watching it enter the beast's neck but causing little to no damage, only angering it. The Dragon growled, opening it's mouth towards her. Her gaze noted the look of fire that builded in it's throat with only enough warning to dive off the rooftop and stumble onto the ground. The Dragon did note waste time to close the distance between them and trap her beneath it.


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{ #061B62 } βš”{ Nord } βš”{ Stormcloak } βš”{ Dragonborn, Warrior & Blacksmith }

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"Herleif!" The Solitude merchant shouted happily, while outstretching his arms in a warm welcome towards Bjorn. It had been a long while since they had set eyes on each other, and the man always welcome Bjorn, giving him mead and fair price for the goods he sold. Solitude was always the hold where he could get the best prices for his goods. "Marcus you son of a bitch!" Bjorn smiled, embracing the man before patting his shoulders as he looked him over. "You are getting old my friend. Your hair is more silver than my finest blades."

The two spent a good while sitting and catching up over several grogs of mead and the finest Elk meat in Western Skyrim. Finally Bjorn shared the goods he intended to sell, Dragonbone armor of the finest quality. "...I can give you 5,000 gold for the collection." He scoffed, "You insult me Marcus!" "These are hard times Bjorn. Not half of Skyrim can afford armor of this quality. You're good but getting someone to buy this... Well it's more likely that Ulfric would come waltzing in that doorway." Bjorn slammed his fist on the table which gained a lot of attention from others in the tavern but after a prolonged silence they finally looked away. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to appropriate Dragonbones and scales?... You either pay over 10,000 gold for a cavity ridden tooth or you search the far reaches of Skyrim from Riften to Haafingar. This is more rare than Daedric armor which is pretty fucking rare Marcus and you know it!"

It was evident was growing uncomfortable with Bjorn's growing temper. "Look... I'll give you 7,000 but that's as high as I can go." Herleif frustrated beyond end, kicked the bag of armor towards Marcus before outstretching his palm towards the man without words. Once the gold was in his hand, he stood up, kicking the chair backwards. "Procure your armor elsewhere. My quality is too rich for your pockets." Bjorn made his way towards the exit. Marcus stood up calling after him, "Herleif, wait..." "If I found out you sold that armor for more than 15,000... Don't dare come to Markarth." And with that Bjorn exited the tavern.

Timing is everything because the moment he stepped out of the tavern a redheaded elf wench fell from the rooftop, landing before him. Apparently his own rash behavior made him blind to the quaking of the earth, while the loud tavern conversations made him deaf to the roaring. But before his eyes was a Dragon no less that moved to tower over the woman that landed before him. And now the beast was eyeing him down almost daring him to come and try to save the woman. Bjorn couldn't very well leave her there, so without a second thought he removed his great sword from it's hilt and stared down the beast.

"Ah Dovahkiin... Hin dinok fen hevno kendov." The weird thing wasn't that this Dragon was speaking an unheard language but for some reason, Bjorn could understand him. Dragonborn... Your death will be brutal, warrior. Dragonborn? Bjorn, no doubt, was curious as to what this Dragon was talking about but unfortunately he had no time to dwell on it for the monster began to inhale, preparing to shoot flames at him. In the last moment, Bjorn jumped out of the way, dodging the flames that set the tavern a blaze. Without a pause he made his way towards the fiery elf, grabbing her arm to pull her to her feet and leading her with him as they duck behind another building to avoid being burnt alive. "Gratitude." The elf said towards him. "Don't thank me yet."

The ground shook beneath them as the Dragon moved towards them. They didn't have much time before it'd be on them. "The roof," She nodded her head up above him. "If you can get up there... I can distract it. Then you come down with your giant sword, right in the head." She tapped her index finger upon her forehead as she said it. Definitely a good plan, and she was right. Bjorn nodded his head towards her before resheathing his sword and scaling the building. As he moved about the rooftops he heard continuous blast of fire from the Dragon and felt the rumbling of his steps as he chased the elf.

Bjorn waited patiently until the woman drew the Dragon in his direct. Once the timing was right, he jumped off the roof landing on the neck of the beast. Bjorn hooked his feet under its jaw before removing his greatsword and plunging it into the skull of the monster. The Dragon went toppling down, sending him tumbling off it until he was stopped abruptly by a near by building. The female elf quickly made her way over to him, helping him up. Then just as Bjorn was upright on his feet, a white gust of whirling wind flew from the Dragon and encircled him, before disappearing within him.

"What the-?" Bjorn said, patting his hands along his body after the mist faded. The female was staring dumbfounded towards him. "Dragons haven't been around for centuries and within half an hour I see 2 of them, nearly killed by one only to be saved by a Dragonborn... What a day." She dusts off her clothes. "No... I can't be a Dragonborn." He shook his head trying to convince himself. "If you could understand whatever that reptile said to you... Then I hate to burst your bubble but-" She shrugged her shoulders. "Blast..." Bjorn grumbled to himself, this couldn't be good.

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Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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{ #8DC63F } ➳ { Wood Elf } ➳ { Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood } ➳ { Archer, Assassin & Thief }

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Aervaya slid her head and left arm between the arch of her bow and the bow string, which allowed the bow to rest upon her right shoulder. She walked right up to the dead Dragon, climbing on top of it's lifeless body. Once she spotted the arrow she shot at it, she reached down and yanked it from it's scales. She then hopped off quickly. "I suggest if you want to harvest any of this you better get to it. No doubt the scum of Solitude will be crawling over this in no time."

She walked over to the target she had before the whole interaction with the Dragon. Work was still work. Aervaya pulled the dagger out of the harness at the small of her back, kneeling down and hacking the man's head off. She walked back over to the nord, holding her target's head by the hair. Coming to a stop before him, she tossed the head in her knapsack and wiped her blade off on her pants. She felt his eyes on her, allowing her gaze to drift towards him. "What? Girl's gotta eat." She slid her dagger back into its sheath. "Wearing armor like that, you definitely have plenty of gold to live comfortably for the rest of your life."

Aervaya laughed dryly. "I knew you were a blacksmith." She nodded her head towards the Dragon. "You killed it... You deserve the parts." She wasn't one to usually stick around or even converse with someone, but she figured it was the least she could do. "I'll make sure people stay aloft." She moved to prop herself against a large barrel, kicking her right foot up on it as she began to sharpen her daggers. She didn't have to look up to know he had began to harvest the scales and bones.

She heard approaching footsteps. In a swift movement Aervaya threw a dagger at a near by home which landed an inch away from someone's head. "Leave or next time I won't miss." The nord finished collecting what he wanted, tossing it all in his satchel before walking over to her. "Are you usually so violent?" She pursed her lips before nodding her head. "Yep."

"Come on Dragon Slayer." Aervaya motioned her head for him to follow. "I believe you earned yourself a drink."


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{ #061B62 } βš”{ Nord } βš”{ Stormcloak } βš”{ Dragonborn, Warrior & Blacksmith }

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Bjorn hefted his bag of Dragon parts over his shoulder as he followed the mysterious redhead woman towards the inn. Once inside, she grabbed them a table towards a back dark corner. "I'll get us some mead." She left her things at the table before standing up and heading towards the bar. Bjorn was surprised that a woman such as her trusted him enough not to run off with her things. Especially after obviously knowing she has more than enough money. But then again, he was sure she had her eye on him the entire time.

Slam. She dropped 2 grogs on the table followed by a pitcher of mead. "So." She filled both mugs, and slid one towards him. She clinked them together before taking a drink. "What should I call you? Or would you prefer Dragonborn or Blacksmith?" Bjorn took the cup and also took a drink. "Bjorn... Bjorn Herleif." She smirked, taking another drink. "I thought I recognized you... I bought this armor from you nearly a decade ago."

Bjorn couldn't help but smirk at the comment. "Oh I know." He held out the index finger of the hand that held the mead and point to her armor. "How do I think knew your armor was so expensive?" He finished off his first mug full of mead and poured himself another cup full. "But I remember everyone I sold to... I don't remember you." She smiled running her fingertip along the brim of the mug, "I was probably cloaked. After all, I have to protect my identity."

"So..." Bjorn tapped his fingers on the mug he held. "I would say it's safe to assume you're either with the Thieves Guild or Dark Brotherhood." She smirked once again before finishing her drink and pouring another. "Both actually." Interesting. He could have guessed the Brotherhood easily due to her abundance of weapons, skill with said weapons and her distant demeanor. But he's surprised he didn't guess the Guild. After all, the Brotherhood doesn't pay that well to afford his armor.

Before Bjorn got the chance to ask what he should call her, he over heard some whispers in the Inn grow louder. He only caught the end of one conversation. "...Dark Nord over in the corner with her... Saved her from the Dragon..." He looked towards the redheaded elf holding her gaze. It was apparent that someone else protecting her life was a rare thing and not something she enjoyed much. She tensed as she heard their comments.

Apparently talking about them wasn't enough because the 3 men came over to their table. "So... Skyrim has another Dragonborn." One of them said. Then another chimed in, "What's it like being a celebrity?" Bjorn didn't even spare them a glance. He just kept his gaze on the she elf as he took a drink of his mead. "Didn't know I became one in the whole 20 minutes that've passed since I killed the beast." Then the third stepped forward, stumbling slightly due to his drunkenness. "What I don't get is how The Reaper... Some biggggg assassin let a Dragon get the best of her and had to be saved by some smith." The man kicked the bag of Dragon parts at Bjorn's feet.

The elf didn't like that at all and in a split moment she was on her feet, behind the one that insulted her with a dagger to his throat. She held him close and whispered in his ear. "Say it again. I dare you... I'll show you the reason they call me The Ripper." Bjorn smirked slightly, enjoying the spectacle. The Reaper. Now he remembered her. For some reason he was expecting some grotesque looking Argonian or Khajiit not an Elf. Especially not someone who looked to have all her bits and pieces... And actually fairly attractive. "I would listen to the woman if I were you."

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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"Aldkar Blackthorn. The Barbaric. It has a certain ring to it. If you're going to do justice here, you should just kill the thief entirely."

Aldkar's eyes looked to the side a little while keeping the thief beneath him pinned. His eyes traveled from the observers boots, and up to his knees before he flicked his gaze up to the man entirely. This stranger wasn't even disconcerted by the thought of death in any shape or form. Clearly he had done this many of times before."There is something about you, Stranger, that I know. Who are you? where are you from?" The Nord couldn't quite put his finger on where this strangers voice had been heard before, but it was different somehow.

"We'll share our tales over mead some other time."
Why would a stranger want to share tales with someone he didn't know? Either way, Aldkar would take up his offer, because curiosity was now burning inside of him like a raging fire. "I will hold you to that." he didn't know when this little get together was going to happen, but surely at some point they would end up running into each other at the Inn.

His attention now turned to the thief beneath him. Aldkar had killed many men during his missions for the Stormcloaks, but was killing this man really justice? then again, the answer to that was quite simple. Thieves did not care for others, or their lives as long as they got what they came for. If Aldkar had not been around with Raven, if this thief had come across his wife alone!? no doubt the thief would of happily slit her throat without having to think about it. The Nords decision was made.

He raised his axe in the air once more for a couple of seconds before Aldkar chopped of his head. He knew exactly where thieves lived, and the gift they were going to receive would be the perfect message to them all. He grasped the disembodied head with his fingers tightly clutching the hair as he wandered off back to his farm without a single word.


He had left his wife at home while Raven dealt with the trading alone. Aldkar had insisted to accompany him, but Raven could tell that his friend was troubled by many things that circled his thoughts like an untamed wild beast. Raven could be trusted, but if he ever took any of the gold!? then maybe there would be two severed heads before the end of the day.

After sitting at the back of the Inn for a little while, Mead was brought over to him. The woman who was serving the drinks was also the bard for the evening, and she did not dare to question the man about the sack at his feet that was covered slightly in blood. So, after placing Aldkar's drink down infront of him, she wandered off around the Inn to give others their mead, then set herself up in the center of the room where she began to play her string instrument, and singing old legends that were nothing but truth.

It wasn't long before their was trouble inside of this place. A wood Elf, and a fellow Nord seemed to be together which was an odd combination. Nords didn't really like being around anyone other than their own kind. Aldkar took a drink from his tankard before placing it down onto the table, and stroked his beard with his left hand as he watched the wood elf closely.

Maybe she was the Nords companion, because she seemed to protect him the second those strangers had wandered over to them from the other side of the Inn. Aldkar was well known around these parts, and word had soon traveled about him killing a Dragon, but no-one dared to question him for the time being as he looked way too intimating to approach. He could of stopped the dispute before him, but why would he do that when it was the first sight of fun this month? he was enjoying himself.


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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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{ #8DC63F } ➳ { Wood Elf } ➳ { Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood } ➳ { Archer, Assassin & Thief }

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The man beneath Aervaya's blade trembled but only for a moment. That was until his 2 companions both hand the tips of their swords pressed on either side of her ribcage. A growl rumbled in her throat, forcefully drawing the man she held closer while pressing the edge of her blade against his neck nearly drawing blood. But the action just made other men press the tips of their swords in a similar fashion. Aervaya reluctantly took a step back, one of the men yanking her blade from her hand. "Elf cunt doesn't know her place." The one to her left said, followed by a comment from the one on her right. "Maybe we should teach her a fucking lesson." The other one responded again, "No doubt her head would be worth at least 2000 gold."

The tables now turned, the man that Aervaya not a moment ago had a blade to now took said blade and moved behind her to hold it to her throat. She rolled her eyes, speaking with dry sarcasm, "Is that all I'm worth?" "She is right... After all she is The Reaper." She nods her head, pursing her lips. "I am." "But we have no proof. She isn't even wearing the Dark Brotherhood armor." Another said. "Dreadfully uncomfortable. Not as protective as you'd think." The one holding the blade to her throat, yanked her backwards. "Shut you're fucking mouth."

Aervaya laughed weakly, "If you wish to kill me and gain money from my head. You might want to be sure there is in fact a bounty on it first." One moved in front of her, aiming a sword towards her. "There's a 20,000 Gold bounty on The Reaper." She pursed her lips, nodding her head once again. "Right. But is there an image? Description?" The group of men were silent for a long moment, obviously mead dulled their already slow minds. "Well... You just said you are The Reaper. That's proof." The other men nodded in approval, grinning while patting each other's backs. "How is my word to be proof if I'm dead?"

All their jaws dropped, dumfounded as they stared blankly at one another. After a moment, the one that held the blade to Aervaya yanked her once again. "Shut up!... She's just stalling." "Am I?..." She looks over to her Nord drinking companion. "Am I... stalling?" Aervaya smirked. Bjorn chuckled at the spectacle, no doubt she knew what she was doing and enjoying it. "Enough!!... Let's take this outside and be done with her. 2000 or 20,000 it's more gold than either of us have!" They all grunted in agreement before the 3 of them shoved and pushed her towards the exit and outside into what seemed to be a thunderstorm. The one behind her threw her into the puddles and mud, laughing mischievously.


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Bjorn watched as the 3 men drunkenly deliberated over the Elf's life and how they should get the most reward. But it was humorous to him, often chuckling as she sarcastically joined in on their deliberations. But eventually her quips became noticed on their lethargic minds, so they grabbed her and forced her towards the exit. Although Bjorn hardly knew the women, he still shifted uneasily in his seat as they disappeared out the door. She had no weapon and was at the whim of 3 men who quite honestly didn't seem above the concept of rape either. Wrestling with the thought if he should follow or not, he chugged the contents of his drink before moving to his feet. He grabbed his belongings, along with hers and made his way out of the tavern.

The rain was coming down heavy and hard as he stood under the cover of the porch. Bjorn set down their things as he moved to the edge of the deck, resting his hands upon the railing. Aervaya was on all fours in the mud and rain, no doubt thrown just before he joined them all. "Stay out of this lover boy or your head too will meet the edge of my sword!" One of the men pointed his sword towards Bjorn as he watched. He dare not say anything. Not because he feared the man, but as to not draw attention to him so the man would turn back towards the Elf.

With the eyes off him, Bjorn reached behind his back to grab a dagger he often kept tuck under his clothing. He took the blade and slid it up his sleeve, ready to take action if need be. "Am I not going to be given a blade?" Aervaya said as she shifted back onto her knees, extending her hands towards the men. They simply laughed while one stepped forward, holding a sword to her neck. "Any last words?" She looked up at the man through the rain, "Leave now and I'll spare your lives." They all broke out in laughter. "Stupid Elf bitch!!" Her gaze fell to Bjorn, a smirk gracing her lips. Although she seemed at ease, his hands tightly gripped the railing.

Aervaya cupped her hands together in her lap, seeming to wait patiently as the man raised his sword in preparation to decapitate her. The man grunted before swinging the blade for her neck. With the sound of the movement, Aervaya spun around, reaching up to grab the blade mid air with her bare hands. Ignoring the pain, she yanked the sword which flung his wielder to the ground. She tossed the sword in the air, catching it by the handle. She wasted no time in plunging the blade into the man's skull. He squealed and kicked for a fraction of a second before his body fell lifeless.

Bjorn was able to exhale slightly now that she had a weapon. Aervaya was still out numbered, but he didn't seemed to think that wasn't much of an issue. "I'll give you the same choice I offered him." She nodded her head towards the body before extending the sword towards the other 2. "Go now... And I'll give you your life." The next one growled and sprinted towards her. "Wrong choice." Aervaya easily dodged his swing before sliding the sword through his gut and up through the center of his ribcage.

The last man quickly changed his mind, stumbling and nearly falling as he turned to run as fast as his drunken feet could carry him down the road. Bjorn laughed as the weak excuse of a man ran rather sloppily. Aervaya made her way up to the porch, her drenched hair dripping water down her face. Before the man got too far away, Bjorn removed his dagger and nonchalantly threw it at the man. If the man wasn't drunk or possibly a faster runner he would have missed. But the blade lodged its way into the runner's back. Aervaya looked towards him, raising her brows curiously but smirking as well. "What?... He saw your face." He motioned his hand towards the dead body down the road. "Your identity is important, is it not?"

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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Aldkar, born a farmer, and now the Dragonborn of Solitude. He couldn't help but sit on his wooden chair, lost in his own thoughts, and hearing the imaginary sounds of coins clashing together in their coin purses. This was going to be the life that he has always wanted for himself, and for his wife.. a life where they could live in comfort and not have to work into their death bed. They could retire together and live out the rest of their lives happy. That wasn't all that was on his mind though, because his thoughts were thinking back to the unknown stranger on the path. Aldkar still didn't know why his voice sounded familiar, or why his eyes looked like he had seen them so many times before. There was something about them that reminded him of someone he knew that was still alive today.

"Aldkar," he didn't have to turn around to know who was calling to him. Usually she would address him as husband, but she was clearly not pleased with him. "You promised that you wouldn't drink during the week." he wasn't an alcoholic, but the way his wife was ranting towards him!? it seemed as though she thought exactly that of him. He could of left before she got there, helped out the Elf and Nord who had taken their drama outside.. but was it really his business to get involved!? besides.. the Wood Elf was handling it just fine.

"My beautiful wife.." he said, trying to butter her up, but she wasn't taking the bait. She had practically grown up with him in their Village, so she knew exactly what he was capable of to some extent. "Don't my beautiful wife me. Raven has returned from the traders, and you sit here; drinking mead." to be fair, Aldkar wasn't psychic, so how was he suppose to know that Raven was back!? he just wanted to come in for a drink or two, then head home. Many of times they had gotten into arguments, and many of times Aldkar had made sure she remembered who the man was. He is old enough to make his own decisions.

Image He began to mock her, and quickly added, "Shut up." his eyes never leaving her own. "I am a man, and you!? are a woman. You do not speak to me with that tone.." She could tell he was annoyed, and he had every right to be. She was speaking out of her rightful place. "I came for a drink, maybe two.. but either way!? you do not tell me what I should and should not do." he slammed his tankard down against the wooden table, and stood up from his wooden chair that had been surprisingly comfy. "Go home, and tell Raven that I will be there shortly."
Andrianna left without another word. Everyone's eyes had been on her in that Inn, so she was glad to be out in the fresh air again and heading home. How could she of been so foolish?

She hadn't gotten far before she let out a scream. One of the imperial guards had grabbed her in a way that was inappropriate. "Hello, beautiful.. you want to take your chances with someone like me for a night?" not liking what he said, Andrianna spat in his face (even though she hated that), causing him to back hand her across the face before knocking her to the ground. As she crawled along the ground in pain, tears ran down her marked face. She was trying to reach for a loose brick on the wall closest to her, just so she could strike the man in the head with it. Hopefully.

She began to scream yet again as he pinned her to the ground on her front, and began lifting her dress before Aldkar came out of the Inn. He grabbed the nearest sword off of someone passing by, and ran towards the imperial guard, causing him to get up off of the woman, and taking out his sword. He didn't even get chance to swing it at Aldkar, because the tip of the Dovahkiins blade was being rammed up into his ribs, and lung. It was that fatal kill spot.

Image Aldkar booted him off the end of his weapon before handing it back to an angry looking stranger who he had snatched it from, then headed off towards his mothers where he had been going in the first place. Alkar would of smiled, but he was rushing to his wife's side, and picking her up carefully.

"I'm sorry I made you leave by yourself. I of all people should know exactly how dangerous it is out here."
She cupped his face, but was trembling with her being a little shaken up still. "I forgive you my, husband." They both kissed once before they headed towards the direction of the Wood Elf, and the Nord. "Good to see we're not the only ones having a bad day." he spoke to both the Wood Elf, and the Nord. "You're definitely not from around here.. what's your business in Solitude?"

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Mist rose into the air and people mulled about the hot spring bathhouses of Solitude. Shaharazad, as a very important customer after many years of repeated visits, relaxed in a private pool in a dark corner so as to not hurt her sensitive vision. Her head came just above water as she relaxed and soaked the road from her. It was a long journey from East March and many treasure-filled ruins lied along the road, though her heavy pockets always seemed to remind her that it was all worth it.
She slowly opened her bright yellow eyes as a man entered her private room with a pale face, as if he had seen the ghost of Talos himself. He was thin, with equally thinning hair and appeared to be in his late thirties. She had recognized him already as a member of the bathhouse staff.
"Miss...", his voice quivered with obvious fear and she quirked a brow.
"There's been an attack miss, on the hold...a d-d-dragon Miss."
Well that certainly got her attention. A dragon in Skyrim after all this time? It would seem I have aquired other buisness, she thought to herself.
She stepped out of the pool fluidly as a crash sounded from outside. The poor scrawny man who came to her with the information seemed almost too afraid to notice her nakedness. Almost. As he made sure to get in a good stare before another crash sounded and he ran to find cover. It made no difference to her. A body is a body.
She took her time donning her black armor, her cowl and mask. Meticulousness was rooted in her very core and any strap out of place could be the line between life or death. And so, shrouded in darkness once more, she grabbed her bow and quiver and took a very used back passage into the alleyway in the outskirts of Solitude. From there she could see the dragon swooping down into the keep repeatedly, almost as if it had an opponent. Makes my job easier I suppose.
Shaharazad did what she did best, stuck to the shadow and awaited her moment. Unfortunately that moment never came, but she was almost too surprised to be disappointed. A Nord and a Wood Elf? How Strange, indeed. And as if the situation could not be stranger, Shaharazad watched as the beast fell to the bearded Nords blade and fell to his feet, only to rise up in a storm of magic and engulf the man.
Impossible...Her eyes grew wide as the column of multi-colored magic whipped his hair and absorbed into his body.
It cannot be...
As the turbulent wind faded and the dragonborn righted, there was no questioning the look on his confused face, as well as the look of knowing on the wood elf's.
Dragonborn
She could hardly believe it but there was nothing to believe. The dragons are back, so too are Dovakkiin. It seemed the adventure her insatiable spirit has sought was not as far away as she thought. But as stated, she waits, and watches, for her oppurtunity.
And a lot of waiting it took. A nightingale's ability to blend into the darkness is unmatched, however dreadfully boring. It seems like hours passed during pointless conversation between the brotherhood member and the dragonborn. Shaharazad recalls having heard of her but she never had the pleasure of meeting The Ripper. Several small bar tiffs later and a new character is thrown in. Rugged brute at first glance, but like the persons in her current interesting party, seems burdened with a knowledge she would very much like to understand. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem the polite type towards the fairer sex and it made her slitted eyes narrow. How disgraceful his behavior was. But Shaharazad still remained hidden even through the obvious commotion outside. She was, though, relieved to seem them both approach the brotherhood agent and the dragonborn outside. Shaharazad quietly hoped she would see her potential as an equal in marriage, as women we very powerful creatures indeed.
ImageAnd so there comes a time when waiting gets old and the time to reveal arises. As they made their way just outside of the door, whether it was to dispatch of an interloper or one that would harm a loved one, it was her opportunity.
In the shadow she took a deep breath and her eyes rolled into her skull as she released it with the word Guard caressing the air. With her expelled breath came a black mist that crept slowly through the slightly empty tavern. The spell was effective, as the handful of patrons developed a glazed look to their faces and all turned towards the street and, as a unit, they all rose and sprinted like madmen towards a lone guard patrolling an alleyway across from the tavern. As they raced past the group in front of the tavern, she stepped out quietly and lowered the mask of her cowl. And with a fang-toothed smile and a quiet step, she stepped up to the door behind the group and motioned at the screaming guard with a non chalant gesture.
"Bastard. A rapist."
She then turned towards the dragonborn and smiled slightly wider.
"Dovahkiin. A pleasure. My name is Shaharazad."

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Shaharazad

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Aervaya hadn't rejoined Bjorn for more than a moment when she heard a female's scream. Her eyes darted around searching for the source of the scream. It was then that she saw the woman get knocked to the ground, then try to crawl free. Aervaya spun around, grasping the hilt of Bjorn's sword held in the sheath attached to his hip. In a swift movement she pulled it from its holster. Aervaya gritted her teeth as the grasping and weight of the sword upon her cut palms throbbed in pain. She ignored it as the blood ran down her wrists, hurdling the railing of the porch and running towards the woman.

The guard had her pinned on the ground and started hiking up her dress. Aervaya was nearly there but another man came out of the inn and beat her to them, killing the guard without a moments hesitation. No doubt this man was her husband. The elf was just happy that either her or the woman's husband got there in time. "Filthy swine." She muttered under her breath, splashing a puddle at the dead guard.

As Aervaya stood there, her hands grew weak causing her to drop the sword. But it never reached the ground, or submerged itself in a puddle from the down pour of rain due to hand reaching out to grab it. She hadn't paid any mind to notice Bjorn chased after her. But there he stood beside her in the pouring rain. He didn't seem to give 2 minds to the blood over the handle of the sword as he sheathed it, then reached out for her hand. At first she took a step back, withdrawing her hand. Bjorn merely pursed his lips, before motioning for her to give him her hand.

With a sigh, she stepped back towards him, placing both of her hands palm up within his own larger palms. Bjorn's thumb brushed one of the cuts. "You're losing a lot of blood. We need to clean these and bandage them, or they could fester." Aervaya snorted slightly as she looked up to meet the Nord's eyes. "Are you a blacksmith and a medic now?"


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The rain was coming down heavy, practically a monsoon at this point. Bjorn was about to lead a reluctant Reaper back inside the inn to address her wounds and dry off, when the other Nord and his wife approached. "Good to see we're not the only ones having a bad day." The Elf laughed half heartedly as she slowly brought her hands from his, seeming hesitant to move them away. "Pretty much a normal day for me." Bjorn couldn't help but chuckle at the comment, shifting his weight and resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword.

"You're definitely not from around here.. what's your business in Solitude?" The Nord asked them both. Bjorn didn't realize how they must have seemed like they were... together. No doubt he has seemed to enjoy the elf's company, and he was in fact surprised she has stuck around him this long. Just as he was about to say something, The Reaper spoke up. "Is it that obvious?" Obvious sarcasm laced in her words. She definitely had a rude disposition but Bjorn could see it was a facade to keep others away from her. He wasn't buying it. "I was selling armor... Dragon scale armor. But unfortunately its price is going to drop immensely, I fear." He shot a glance towards the elf, smirking slightly knowing she'd catch the slight joke in his comment.

The elf was about to respond to the question. Bjorn assumed it'd be a lie or something along those lines. Someone like her wouldn't go spilling truths about her life to just anyone. But before she got a chance to speak another person approached revealing removing her hood to reveal that she was a Khajiit. "Bastard. A rapist." No doubt. "Dovahkiin. A pleasure. My name is Shaharazad." The woman said, smiling towards him as she addressed Bjorn. She must have seen him kill the dragon. He shifted uncomfortably, not sure if he liked this new attention he'd be getting from his deed. He really only did it to help the fiery elf.

He cleared his throat, "Bjorn." Bjorn really didn't know what else to say. He pushed back his long drenched hair from his face. He wasn't a fan of standing around idly in the rain, and the elf needed her hands attended to. "We can all... chit chat inside." He didn't really care to wait around to see if the new comers were going to follow or not. He placed his hand on Aervaya's back and lead her up the porch. He grabbed his bags and hers, tossing them over his shoulder before leading her back into the inn.

Once inside, they made their way to the table they were sitting at earlier. Bjorn pulled out the chair for the elf. "Sit." He then went to the bar, grabbing a bottle of a clear alcohol. Upon returning, he sat backwards on the chair next to her. Bjorn took her hand, before he began to address the wound he asked, "So do I get to know your name?" The elf winced as he cleaned the cuts with alcohol. "...Aervaya."

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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"Is it that obvious?"
Aldkar glared at her. She reminded him right off the bat why he hated Wood Elves in the first place, and any other species that wasn't a Nord, but he ignored it and listened to what his fellow Nord had to say, while Andrianna was looking over the wood elf like she was trying to figure out who she was exactly, and why she was with the male. She remained slightly behind her husband, her hand holding his arm gently. "I was selling armor... Dragon scale armor. But unfortunately its price is going to drop immensely, I fear." Aldkar smiled. "Well, my friend.." He placed one hand upon the mans shoulder. "My name is Aldkar Blackthorn. I'm the Farmer around here, and--" He cut off as his wife cut in,

Image"He is also a Dragonborn. I saw him kill a Dragon not too long ago. He sucked in its very soul." Aldkar looked to his wife with a sigh. He didn't really want people prying in that sort of business, but he knew he'd have to talk to the Jarl at some point. "This is my wife.. Andrianna." Andrianna gave Bjorn a smile. Image"Nice to meet you, but I have to ask.. why are you with a wood elf?" Aldkar didn't stop her, because he was curious himself. It was obvious that Bjorn was a Nord just like them, and Nords always look after each-other. There probably were a few Nords that didn't believe in having just their own kind within Skyrim, but it was rightfully their land in the first place. Now everyone was coming to Skyrim to either sell things, work, or to live a new life.

Eventually everyone decided to go back inside the tavern since it had started to rain, but not Andrianna, she had to get back home, and to let Raven know that Aldkar was taking care of other business in the tavern. So off she went, leaving Aldkar to follow the others inside for the warmth of the fire that had been started by the tavern owner.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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Aervaya noticed the less than pleasant glare from Aldkar which caused her to simply scoff, rolling her eyes before glancing down at her cut palms. She couldn't help but notice the man's wife eyeing her over as well. She quickly felt uncomfortable and out numbered. And unlike the drunken assholes she just dealt with, something told her she didn't want to particularly face the nord and his wife. Aervaya wasn't stupid, and she wasn't at full potential. Plus... Would Bjorn even stand up for a Wood Elf against his own kind?

Aldkar smiled towards Bjorn. "Well, my friend.." He placed a hand on Bjorn's shoulder. "My name is Aldkar Blackthorn. I'm the Farmer around here, and--" The man's wife then stepped in, "He is also a Dragonborn. I saw him kill a Dragon not too long ago. He sucked in its very soul." Bjorn chuckled at the feisty woman, looking towards Aldkar shrugging his shoulders slightly. Aervaya took the chance to chance to chime in. She took a step forward, throwing her thumb over her shoulder at Bjorn. "So is he." She'd be surprised if the couple listened to a single word that came out of her mouth but non the less it was the truth.

The nord spoke up again, but towards Bjorn, leaving Aervaya still feeling like she was invisible. "This is my wife.. Andrianna." She smiled towards him and he nodded his head towards her returning her grin with his own slight smile. Bjorn went to introduce Aervaya, trying to be polite. "This is..." He then quickly remembered that he didn't yet know her name, and calling her 'The Reaper' probably would make her standing with the nords even worse.

But he didn't even have a chance to add something if he wanted to for the woman came out rather bluntly and asked, "Nice to meet you, but I have to ask.. why are you with a wood elf?" Bjorn cleared his throat, looking over towards the red headed elf, smiling slightly. "I saved her life from the Dragon..."


Bjorn finally got the elf's name causing him to smile slightly. "See that wasn't so hard." She laughed half heartedly while he continued to clean the wounds in her palms. "Maybe I shouldn't be telling Nords my name... Seems they don't like me much..." He then started to wrap her left hand in a bandage. "Don't let them bother you... That's how most Nords are. They prefer Nords and Nords only." Bjorn leaned his head down, to tear the bandage with his teeth, then moved to the next hand.

There was a prolonged silence as he finished bandaging her other hand. Aervaya then asked, "So then why are you being nice to me?" Before Bjorn could answer Aldkar was with them again. Bjorn raised a brow, "The little lady did not want to join us?" He then motioned his hand towards the free seat at their table.

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Image"I saved her life from the Dragon..."

So there had been more than one Dragon in the area on the same day? clearly something was going on, because since Alduin's reign ended, other Dragons went into hiding and weren't seen for over three hundred years, until now. Andrianna flickered her gaze back to the Wood Elf for a second, then back to Bjorn, "Then thank the Gods you were around to be a hero at the right moment."

With those words, it was obvious she was being a little sarcastic. Aldkar and Andrianna have always had trust issues with others that weren't a Nord, and there was probably no way of changing their minds. Maybe.



Image"The little lady did not want to join us?" said Bjorn, but Aldkar remained silent for a second. Clearly he had wandered in at the wrong moment/time, because the Wood Elf had fallen silent pretty quickly upon his entrance of the Inn. Maybe it was his paranoia, but surely two strangers couldn't possibly be talking ill of a man they did not know. "She's not a sociable woman." he began to say, and that was the nicest way of putting it, "I, on the other the hand, enjoy the company of others.." Others being nords of course. "Forgive my rudeness to your... Wood Elf friend, but I don't trust those who are not of Nord blood. Not easily at least." he flashed a grin, then allowed his eyes to wander to the Wood Elf.

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Aervaya withdrew her now bandaged hands from her fairly new companion as the other Nord joined them. "She's not a sociable woman." Aldkar said in regards to answering Bjorn's question about the Nord's wife. "That's unfortunate... She seemed like a fine woman." Bjorn was trying to be friendly. He was never one to speak ill or judge someone or a situation before he understood it. "I, on the other the hand, enjoy the company of others.." Aervaya's brows furrowed as her gaze drifted towards the man. No doubt there was a 'but' coming.

"Forgive my rudeness to your... Wood Elf friend, but-" There it is, Aervaya thought. "I don't trust those who are not of Nord blood. Not easily at least." She shifted in her seat, before reaching down to grab her things up in her right hand. "So much for enjoying the company of others." She scoffed and spoke with a rather dry tone. "If you actually knew who I was and said that... I'd survive. But the fact that you're basing judgement on the fact that I'm an elf... That's just rude." She moved to her feet, hoisting her things over her shoulder. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news Nord." Aervaya said the word with distaste to drill in the feeling of racism she felt when he spoke. "But there are a lot more than Nords in Tamriel. Let alone Skyrim... You may want to watch your tongue before throwing out prejudices again. Some may not be as forgiving as I am."

Aervaya dropped a rather large coin purse on the table in front of Bjorn. "I said drinks were on me, didn't I?" She lightly patted his shoulder, "Maybe we'll cross paths again someday." With that she made her way for the exit. Once out on the porch, she let out a sigh seeing as to how it was still storming. Aervaya wanted to leave, but she'd be going nowhere fast in a storm like this. So instead, she simply took a seat on the porch, throwing her things down beside her before observing her bandaged hands.

Bjorn watched the red headed elf start to walk away. "...Aervaya?" He reached his hand out to try and stop her but she was already out of reach. He was torn between following the mysterious elf and being friendly to the Nord. With a sigh, he leaned back in his seat, fingering over the leather tie of the coin purse. "Brother..." Bjorn said the friendly term like he addresses most Nords, "You realize you just insulted 'The Reaper' right?" He chuckled half heartedly, before motioning for the tavern wench to bring him some mead.

He had no idea if Aldkar kept up enough with tavern whispers and tall tales. Bjorn could assume that the man had heard of that name, most had. Sure, no one figured it belonged to a feisty little elf. But none the less, that was her. Why would anyone fess up to being some assassin with a rather large bounty on their head just for fun? "Do you mind me asking what is your reason for not trusting those whom aren't Nords?" The wench showed up with 2 large mugs of mead, which Bjorn took his and drank from it. "If you add up Orks, Argonians... Khajiits or whatever else, we are outnumbered my friend. It may not hurt to branch out your horizons." Bjorn concluded with another drink from his mug.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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"But there are a lot more than Nords in Tamriel. Let alone Skyrim...
You may want to watch your tongue before throwing out prejudices again. Some may not be as forgiving as I am."


Aldkar stood up from his own seat, his eyes on the female. The look on his face was not wavering with fear. He knew for a fact that his opinion on Wood Elves had gotten to her, because why else would she of said what she did? And other Nords? did this woman honestly believe that his own kind would turn against him for her? there were a lot of Nord's who felt strongly about not wanting others to taint their lands. "Maybe it is you who needs to watch their tongue, Elf. Your idiocy will kill you long before anything or anyone else will."

It was music to his ears when she decided to leave, because even though he was against men laying their hands on women, she, was an exception. It had always been amusing to him how the Dark Brotherhood, the Nightingales, and any other merc business/family thought they were the toughest souls in all of Skyrim. They may have fighting skills and a lot more to their name, but their heads were filled with straw in Aldkar's opinion. He didn't care who he offended, he was entitled to his own opinions.

"You realize you insulted 'The Reaper' right?" What? was he suppose to tremble or something? He leaned over, placing his hands against the wood of the table. "And does she realize she's threatened me? I don't care who she is, or whom she works for.. I'm not afraid of death. I've always welcomed it with open arms."

Aldkar had to chuckle. Even though this Nord was showing him kindness, Aldkar wasn't about to kneel down for some red haired woman, especially not an Elf. He didn't answer the first question as he took a seat from some more mead being served to them. He wouldn't answer, merely because he didn't want to share his past with someone he didn't know. "I'd pay less attention worrying about others, and more on why Dragons are returning to Skyrim, my friend... Or shall we make them deal with the Dragons instead? because I'm more than happy to sit back and watch. I don't take kindly to threats, especially not in MY city."

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein

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"Maybe it is you who needs to watch their tongue, Elf. Your idiocy will kill you long before anything or anyone else will." Aervaya snorted at the Nords comment on her way outside. Yeah right. As she sat on the porch of the inn, she thought over everything he said. Stubborn, blind Nord who can't see how the cumulative of other species surpasses that of his own. His own prejudice would get him killed one day if he didn't change his ways.

Aervaya couldn't decide if she should gather her things and try to make it to Dawnstar by sunrise or just stay put. She did have a bounty that she need to collect on but she figured she may need to stay put at least until morning to give her hands a break. As thought over her slight dilemma she heard someone call out towards her, "Sister." Aervaya glanced up seeing Cordelia coming her way. Aervaya stood up and walked towards the edge of the porch resting her hands upon the railing. "You've made a fuss in Solitude. How are the rest of us to complete our bounties?"

Chuckling Aervaya grinned at the comment. "I wish it were I that caused such a fuss... But I've only killed 3 today. Hardly anything extravagant." It dawned on her that Cordelia must not have heard. So Aervaya hurried down the steps and to the vampire's side, placing a hand upon her shoulder as she leaned in to whisper. "Dragons, Sister... They're back." She held her gaze for a moment before adding. "One nearly took my life earlier if it wasn't for a Dragonborn... Just keep a weather on the skies."

"I best be on my way. Take care. And do let me know if you encounter any contracts out for orcs." Aervaya nodded her head towards her. "I will. Be safe." She watched her fellow Dark Brotherhood member disappear down the path before she made her way back up onto the porch, cursing the thunderstorm for drenching her again after she had just started to dry off.


"And does she realize she's threatened me? I don't care who she is, or whom she works for.. I'm not afraid of death. I've always welcomed it with open arms." Bjorn tilted his head slightly with a grunt before taking a drink of his mead. "She didn't actually threaten you but spoke facts. And in fairness you did speak prejudices towards her race. Do you deny that you wouldn't do the same if someone spoke ill of Nords?" Bjorn wasn't trying to ruffle feathers or anything, simply trying to help the man possibly see things from a different point of view.

"I'd pay less attention worrying about others, and more on why Dragons are returning to Skyrim, my friend... Or shall we make them deal with the Dragons instead? because I'm more than happy to sit back and watch. I don't take kindly to threats, especially not in MY city." The man didn't answer Bjorn's first question, but he guessed it wasn't his place to know that information. "I don't worry about them. I accept all species and races in Skyrim. I don't judge character by the outside but by how they treat others... And their eyes." He finished his mead before leaning back in his chair. "Eyes tell you more about a person that knowing their entire life story." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. He could tell his company was a stubborn man like most Nords, but maybe something he said would sink in.

Bjorn waved his hand for the wench to bring more mead before speaking towards the Dragon situation. "I feel it is my place to be among those who fight the Dragon threat... Especially considering we are Dragonborn. I would rather die to protect all of Skyrim rather than watch thousands die so I might live." He held out his mug as the woman filled it for him. "I'm fairly certain they are a threat to all of Tamriel, not just Solitude."

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif

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"She didn't actually threaten you but spoke facts. And in fairness you did speak prejudices towards her race. Do you deny that you wouldn't do the same if someone spoke ill of Nords?" Aldkar found it odd that he was trying to compare an Elf with their own race. Of course Aldkar would stand by his brothers in arms, of course he'd say something if another spoke ill of his fellow Nordsman, but he had always disliked other races as none of them had proven an ounce of decency among them. Aldkar was being a racist because of good reasons that he did not want to even talk about for a second.

Aldkar began to tut. "And I suppose you'll want the others to join us in sovngarde also? I doubt our Gods will accept it. You and I have our thrones in the hall of Valor, waiting for us.. do not allow others to cause you to wander from yourself." he held up his own tankard for the wench to fill his own. He took a drink from it, then placed it onto the table before leaning down to his feet with his hand, and lifting up the sack he had brought into the Inn with him in the first place. It hadn't moved from where he had left it because no-one dared to touch it. The blood at the bottom of the sack was dripping through the cracks of the wooden table, and hitting the stoned floor beneath their feet. "You have too much faith in others that are not of Nord blood.. why?" He asked. "This, is the head of a thief who tried to steal from me.. and whoever tries to cross me!? will end up with the same fate." he knew Bjorn wouldn't care, but he thought he'd make sure that someone could hear that he wasn't to be underestimated. "Dragons are not our only threat. I feel they're planning something much larger this time, so how about you ditch your Elven woman, and embark on an adventure towards victory? and if not towards victory!? then we shall die with a sword in our hands as our Gods take us to Valor!"

His voiced boomed as he mentioned about Valor once more, raising his tankard high in the air as his voice echoed loudly around the room, causing the entire Inn to cheer along side him. "What do you say, Bjorn? will you go to war with me, brother?"

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane Character Portrait: Varnan Bovkin

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Alas, Draymar had some shape of an army at his disposal. And all without the likes of his brothers.

Draymar stood before the walls, embracing the failure to come. But all their objective was, was to hit hard. To make a significant enough wound in the center of Skyrim.

Draugr spilled forward for the gates of Whiterun. The guards barely got a chance to alert the good citizens or barricade the gate or properly prepare to defenses. But they did try. All a little too late. Draugr were already invading the streets, sending out cries of panic and an abundant amount of guards to flush out from their posts and barracks.

Draymar glided along with the chaos and burning houses, his eyes hungrily set on Dragonsreach while battles between Draugr and men went on around him. House Battle-Born and Greymane even found a common enemy among the siege. Until Draymar struck them with a cast of red, restoring the natural order of their hatred. A guard lunged for him, identifying him as none of the common folk or noble. Draymar ducked under his sword and pushed him into battle elsewhere, where he was hacked into by both sides.

Image Draymar ascended the steps to Dragonsreach , where naturally, the more loyal and skilled guards were kept to defend their Jarl. Three guarded the very path on the bridge with their shield and sword ready. Judging by the firm footed formation, they weren't allowed to move unless it came to last resort. Which meant...with a battle cry out, a war hammer had slimy missed his head, hacking into the lumber of the bridge. Draymar pushed his palm upwards into the companion's outstretched arm as he attempted to free his steel from the lumber it embedded into. With a snap, the giant man was shouting out a completely different kind of cry. He pulled out a one handed sword and slashed quickly at Draymar, but he was getting sloppy, desperate. And signaled opportunity to Draymar. Draymar swiftly pulled out a dagger and thrust upward and under then kicked back the warrior's knee cap. The companion tumbled down the steps, some hits pushing the dagger further up into his jaw.


What he could only admit to, was a dumb move. Not in killing the companion. But in not accounting for them who so obviously resided in Whiterun and treated each other as family. Now it'd be personal and he'd have werewolves on his back.

The guards keeping him from the door to Dragonsreach were but nuisances. Evidently trained, and good but nowhere near Draymar's capability. He was storming right for the Jarl of Whiterun.



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"The city is under attack!"
"By which party might it be this time?" The Jarl replied coolly.
"The dead. Draugr."
"Don't be absurd. The dead don't venture out from their ruins."
"I know. I wouldn't believe it if it weren't for my own eyes. What should we do?"
It took but a simple glance to meet the truly terrified eyes of his acquaintance.
"Go get help. As fast as you can. Send others out as well." Normally he weren't the kind to send out aid, hence saying it through his teeth. Which meant even he acknowledged it as a time of need.
"What about you?"
"I will not abandon the people of Whiterun. We shall fend them off with what we can. I belong right here."

Women and children and merchants with no combat experience coward behind buildings, others fled screaming giving up on home. But most of the people fought back and would not so easily surrender their homes.

The people assigned to being couriers found their way outside the gates, and spread out with urgent haste to report the unlikely attack on Whiterun by the dead and seek immediate aid.

Some believed it was a sign that oblivion was near.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein Character Portrait: Shaharazad

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ImageThere was sitting and then there was sulking. Shaharazad slumped further and further into her seat the more the Nord yelled and tiraded. How can one person be so pent up and agitated. She chuckled briefly under her dark hood at the thought of his head exploding. His face got so red and sweaty.
At this point she was almost shocked the Reaper did not kill him. He was foolish to think she couldn't. Underestimating your opponent was how you wound up losing your life.
She rolled her eyes and used one of her small daggers to pick at the wood in the table as the bickering continued on where someone went or who wasn't to be trusted. She was at least happy to know that, whether they liked it or not, she would follow both Dragonborn. This world has risen above petty squabbles over race. They needed protecting if there was to be a world after they were dead and gone. And so her boredom quickly slid downward into annoyance. It was so typical of Nords to bolster on about dying in honor and leaving a legacy they'll sing songs about.
I don't think anyone seems to understand the severity of the situationshe thought as she smiled down at her dagger.but they will
She was nearly ready to bounce out of her seat and join the conversation when another Dark Brotherhood member burst through the door walking directly towards her. Shaharazad pulled her hood back slightly so her eyes could be seen by someone so obviously keen on speaking with her.
"Khajiit!"
Oh she bristled at that. She'd enough of race speak today, but kept her face flat and slightly mischievous as always.
"What is the common rush for folk of Solitude. Why are they so unsettled?"
This time she did roll her eyes and pointed her dagger at the other assassin.
"Ask your sister, assassin, I had nothing to do with it."
She broke eye contact to continue he monotonous stabbing of the table while the other Dark Brotherhood member, Cordelia if her memory was good, made a quick greeting and an even quicker retreat. Something about Markarth but she wasn't paying much attention. And soon enough the Nord, Aldkar I might as well call him by his name, was naturally back to yelling.It was getting too much. From the talk of dying for honor to the halls of Valor, it was quite enough.
A mere breath after his last syllable was ushered Shaharazad stood and flung her knife away from her at the wall behind Aldkar's head. It hit the wall with a smooth thump just flying close enough to send a message.
As she stood, Shaharazad now fully lowered her hood as her the braid that held her ink black hair together fell down her back. She took slow steps towards Aldkar and then made eye contact with everyone before settling her yellow gaze onto the Nord. She took a deep breath and sighed.
"I'm sure we're all just about tired of boisturous yelling."
She walked around him and pulled her dagger cleanly from the wall.
"If you seek evil out Aldkar, Dragonborn, it will find you and you will not be ready.", she looked to the other dragonborn,"Neither of you will"
She then turned to the door and shut it solidly blocking out most of the light ,as well as any prying ears, she then spoke to everyone.
Aldkar did have a point though, as much as it pains me to say it. There is a reason the dragons have come back, and it is evil. Evil has returned to the realm of man is such a fashion that we were give not ONE dovahkiin...but two. This is unprecedented and extremely worrisome. To foolishly seek out this evil and think you have a chance in Oblivion that you will prevail."
She looked briefly that Aervaya and then to Aldkar. "You know nothing of Darkness NORD. This will not be a battle fought between men on an open field. There will be no honorable death, and they're will be no one to sing your praises should you fall."
Shaharazad stretched her arms in front of her as she now paced around the room and stopped in the middle.
"If you fail we are all lost. So it would behoove you to consider what a unique opportunity you are faced with. Aervaya and myself are both intimately familiar with dark forces. Her, perhaps, more intimate with myself. I urge you to put petty prejudice aside and look at this like a true tactician"
She sat back down and continued to throw her dagger at the table and wedge it out again, pausing to say one last thing.
"Evil does not believe in honor. It believes in winning. Do you?"

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Shaharazad

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ImageAldkar raised his chin slightly as he tilted his head back a fraction, then side glanced towards the Khajiit Woman. He looked her over, and turned his body towards her direction slightly, with one arm resting on the table now he was back in his seat. He grinned once in her direction with sarcasm. He wasn't about to get into an argument yet again. He had heard what she said, but her assuming that he didn't know anything about the Darkness, was foolish of her. She didn't even know him.. none of them did. He turned his attention back to Bjorn. "So.. will you join me? or will you be going with the Elf?" he wanted to make sure, because Aldkar could easily go on without him. He needed to head to Whiterun for a private meeting with someone, or.. more of a friend really. Maybe he was being harsh on the Elf and the Khajiit, but Aldkar wasn't about to change to please them. They weren't a friend of his.

ImageAldkars wife had returned from her farm chores, and made her way to the city, then to the inn. The Elf woman that she had seen earlier was waiting outside for something by the looks of things, but on the porch out of the rain. Andrianna didn't mind the rain, and neither did her husband with the both of them being immune to the cold. That was one of the pros to being Nordic. "Are you waiting for Bjorn?" she asked, not wanting to argue or anything this time around. They didn't have to like each other, or each others races... but they were going to have to work together at some point if they wanted to win against Alduin, and who or whatever else was heading their way.

Andrianna leaned against the wooden post with her shoulder, and folded her arms as she looked up to the skies. "I remember when it was just Nords in Skyrim, but even though I don't always agree to others.. it's big enough for us all to live on our own lands without war. After all.. Dragons are our cause of concern now, along with any other threat. Truthfully!? you need us, and we need you."

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"And I suppose you'll want the others to join us in sovngarde also? I doubt our Gods will accept it. You and I have our thrones in the hall of Valor, waiting for us.. do not allow others to cause you to wander from yourself." Bjorn traced his fingers along the rim of his mug, watching Aldkar as he spoke. He then cleared his throat. "No, I suppose they'll go where ever they believe their beyond to be. I don't let others dissuade me from who I am... That's why I am not letting you convince me the other races are any different aside from what they look like." He raised his brows slightly before taking a drink. He had no problem with the man, and they were in a friendly debate. But Aldkar and Bjorn alike were stubborn like most Nords. Neither were going to see things the way the other wanted.

After the wench filled their drinks and parted from their presence, Aldkar spoke again. "You have too much faith in others that are not of Nord blood.. why?" Bjorn leans forward, resting his elbows upon the table, rubbing his hands together slightly. "Because they are people as you and I. Some greatly more skilled and powerful than us as well. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt unless they prove me otherwise." Bjorn took a long drink from his tankard. "This, is the head of a thief who tried to steal from me.. and whoever tries to cross me!? will end up with the same fate." Bjorn chuckled halfheartedly, "And that elf you so detest has a head of her own in a bag." He had a slight smirk upon his lips as he said so. Ironic really.

Aldkar seemed to be getting very spirited, and Bjorn didn't blame him. A lot of Nords were the same. "Dragons are not our only threat. I feel they're planning something much larger this time, so how about you ditch your Elven woman, and embark on an adventure towards victory? and if not towards victory!? then we shall die with a sword in our hands as our Gods take us to Valor!" The entire Inn cheered with Aldkar. Bjorn was the only one who didn't shout out in a celebratory cheer, instead just taking another drink of mead. "What do you say, Bjorn? will you go to war with me, brother?"

Before Bjorn got a chance to answer the Khajiit from before approach with a rather lengthy speech. When she mentioned rather loudly that there are two dragonborns, Bjorn shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sure he killed a dragon, and now something was happening with him that he couldn't quite explain. But that wasn't knowledge he wanted shouted out in an inn for the world to hear. When she seemed to be done with her rather strange uproar, Bjorn looked back to Aldkar. "You're right, Dragons are not our only threat. And if it is only you and I on a journey to defeat the entirety of this evil... There will be no victory. I do not wish to die in a foolish battle, we need anyone who would stand by us... No matter their race."

Aervaya sat on the porch of the inn, thumbing over the bandages on her palms.Stupid. She couldn't help but think of more than a dozen other ways she could have gotten the upper hand with those men, but she had to go the route that got her hands wounded. Stupid. The rain still seemed to be carrying on, stronger than ever. Aervaya figured she'd have to trudge through it to Dawnstar if it didn't let up soon.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an approaching person. Out of habit she reached for one of her daggers secured in a hilt at the small of her back. But when her eyes set upon the prejudice Nord's wife, Aervaya dropped her hand and her gaze. She assumed the woman would go inside to fetch her husband, and she wasn't particularly in the mood to get a scolding again for what she is. "Are you waiting for Bjorn?" She looked up and over towards the woman. "Oh... No. Waiting on the rain to let up a bit." She motioned her head up towards the sky. Sure waiting it out inside would be more pleasing but she wasn't wanted in there.

Andrianna leaned against the post of the porch and continued to talk with her, which surprised Aervaya. "I remember when it was just Nords in Skyrim, but even though I don't always agree to others.. it's big enough for us all to live on our own lands without war. After all.. Dragons are our cause of concern now, along with any other threat. Truthfully!? you need us, and we need you." She nodded her head in agreement. That was what she was trying to say all along but words fall short when people do not wish to listen. "I never understood the prejudices between races... The Dark Brotherhood and Thieves Guild alike accept anyone who is worthy. I tend to forget that not everyone is as such. But, you are right... Evil does not care who or what you are, it wants death. And to fight it, all of Skyrim and Tamriel will have to work together."

Before either one of the women could speak another word, a message came barreling towards the inn upon his horse in the heavy storm. He wasted no time in dismounting his steed and running into the tavern. No doubt this made Aervaya curious and slightly worried. She quickly got to her feet and chased inside after the man wanting to hear whatever he was going to say.

Aldkar asked Bjorn again, "So.. will you join me? or will you be going with the Elf?" Bjorn parted his lips to speak but the messenger came bursting through the doors, drenched from the storm. His brows perked up slightly when he saw Aervaya run in after the man. But the sight of the messenger caused Bjorn to shoot up from his seat. After the courier caught his breath, it seemed the tavern lulled to listen to what he had to say. "Draugr... Draugr attacked Whiterun. They came up from their crypts and stormed the city. When I left they were nearing Dragonsreach and the Jarl. We need anyone and everyone that can fight."

Aervaya's face blanked at the news. She hated Draugr, something about them made her skin crawl. But this was something beyond her fear and cashing in the head she cut off for 3000 gold. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a coin purse and thinking for a moment. "Who here has a horse?!" Aervaya called out. After the hands raised she went towards the first one she saw, "Let me take your horse." The man shook his head in denial while laughing and taking a drink of mead. Aervaya dropped the bag of gold on the table. "This is more gold than you will see in your life. Enough to buy more horses than you could ever need." The man's eyes widened, before nodding his head in agreement and taking the coins. That was barely a fraction of her own money, but she had no time to seek out someone who actually sold horses. Aervaya ran back outside, grabbing her things and making her way to the tied up horses, beginning to put her things in the saddle bag.

Bjorn looked back to Aldkar after the messenger was done, and Aervaya hurried out in a haste. He grabbed his tankard, downing the remaining contents. "I'm going to go with the Elf, where we are needed." He hoisted up his things, giving one final glance over his shoulder to Aldkar. "Whiterun could use all soldiers brother... I hope I find you there fighting along side me."

With that he made his way outside just as Aervaya mounted the horse and prepared to take off. "Reaper!" Aervaya glanced over her shoulder at him, her brows raising slightly. "What about your Nord friend?" He made his way towards the horse, putting his items in a saddle bag. "We're needed in Whiterun, not here." Aervaya extended her hand down to Bjorn, helping hoist him up onto the horse behind her. Once he was settled, they took off through the down pour towards Whiterun.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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{ NORD ⚜ SHEILDMAIDEN ⚜ FARMERS WIFE ⚜ #408499 }

ImageHe listened to every word that came out of Bjorns mouth, but the guy was still fixated on an Elf that he probably didn't even know until today. How was he 100% certain that she wouldn't murder him in his sleep!? there were too many naive people in the world, and not enough with a back bone. That was of course just one opinion. Aldkar didn't flinch for a second when the Khajiit woman tried to prove that she wasn't to be messed with by throwing a weapon near his head. He just sat there drinking the last bit of his mead, & found himself laughing instead of giving her any more attention. A young guy came rushing into Solitude to tell them that Whiterun needed their help, causing Aldkars face to harden with a serious look sketched across his Nord features. Bjorn took off on a horse with the Elf the second they got the news, leaving Aldkar to wander outside where he found his wife Andrianna. He was tugging on his shirts sleeves and tucking them into his leather cuffs.

"We should go to Whiterun too, husband.. they could use the extra swords. Besides, don't you have business there?"
It was true, he did. His friends who had been with the companions for a long time now, wanted to see Aldkar face to face, then ask him a few things in private with the Gods as their witness. I do, so we'll go to Whiterun too. Yes." he kissed his wife once, then lead the way to their farm, and saddled up their two horses for the journey. It was quite a distance away, so hopefully they'd be able to hold off the threat until backup could arrive in time.

Towns and cities rarely got locked down into a siege, but today it was happening. While travelling down the paths through the wilderness, they both kept their eyes and ears sharp for threats. Wolves, Giants, bears, and anything else that would want to kill them were lurking between the shadows that began to form on the plains of Skyrim now that the sun was beginning to set.

ImageTheir horses weren't the spooking type luckily, so when a pack of wolves howled in the distance, their hooves remained on the path towards Whiterun. It wasn't long until they came to a mountain near the bridge... but what he saw next made him frown firmly. The stormcloaks hadn't even gone to help yet, they were standing a mile away from the entrance. Aldkar climbed off his horse with curiousness getting the best of him, and handed the reins to his wife so she could take them into the nearby stables. Aldkar made his way through the crowd of men, and looked down the embankment towards Whiterun to see what had them rooted in place.


Aldkars mouth almost fell open at how many bodies lay upon the soil of whiterun. It was like staring across a sea of bodies. You couldn't see one inch of grass, and the smell was so intense. "It's a massacre." someone in the background called over their heads behind Aldkar. Were they too late? they pushed on with Aldkar leading at the front, and his wife remaining close to him with her sword in one hand, and her shield in the other. The large gates of Whiterun had been broken, and more bodies were laying on the streets inside. Andrianna sighed. "Maybe they've also killed the Jarl? but with luck he is in hiding... Spread out! find the Jarl!" she barked her orders to the rest of the men, and waited until they fanned out on the streets before she followed them, but not Aldkar, his attention had been drawn to a man who passed him on the other side of the buildings.

He couldn't see who it was, but no doubt it was an innocent citizen, yet his eyes didn't seem human. Why did this stranger also feel like Aldkar knew him!? - It seemed within that very moment their eyes met while passing one another, was in slow motion. Aldkar had even began to slowly turn towards the hooded figure, and watched as he made his way out of Whiteruns main entrance.

Image"Aldkar!" he heard his name echoing through the streets, causing him to snap his attention to the voice, and finding his wife there. "We have to find the Jarl.." he looked once more to where the hooded figure had gone, but then joined the rest of his men to find the Jarl who could possibly be in hiding beneath the Dragonsreach. The main doors seemed to be intact still, but Andrianna ordered them to halt. "it could be a trap.. who's willing to go in first?" she asked, and looked around at the others for a volunteer. "I will..." Aldkar spoke up immediately, not giving the others a chance to chose for themselves. Aldkar was willing to just sacrifice himself for his men, and for his wife. As they all stood back with archers at the ready to protect Aldkar, He kept his back to the wall as he slowly crept around to the main doors, and slipped in once he was 50% certain the coast was clear. Everyone remained where they were, waiting for a signal that it was completely clear of their enemies.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Help Whiterun

β€œMy name is Velirhi.” She gave him pleasure and hope for granting him information of her name. "Pretty name." He commented. Velirhi then tried to explain her actions which were to say the least interesting justification. But just because he couldn't entirely understand them, it didn't make him think less of her or disrespect her. "So you'd rather explore dangers than be bound by fear?" Einar questioned, trying to summarize and make sense of her perspective. β€œI hope you find comfort in Morthal. I know it doesn't seem like much but it functions just as well as any other place. Minus the stables.” Einar smiled to her. "Except for the stables." He chimed.
Tearing any light heartedness or intimate moment from him was the fuss caused outside of the inn. Einar internally scowled and rolled his eyes. These people were so easily rattled in Morthal. But like Velirhi, he gave it his attention wondering back outside. Einar frowned gently as a courier had to squirm his fragile way from the Jarl's Quaters through the impatient mob, making him creep closer but stick to the rear, curiously.
The Jarl carefully plucked his words, all the while being rather skeptic. But then asked for volunteers. β€œI will.” Einar visibly cringed. She was a painful woman, and the Jarl seemed to know it too, dismissing her from their options.

The bantering only got worse. β€œNobody else will volunteer. And I won't be alone. I'll have the sword and shield of Einar Mercury.” How Velirhi spoke of him was both flattering and pinning as eyes of the small town turned to him at the back of the crowd. Of course he'd follow her though. Even on a wage to rent a bed for a night. So by Velirhi's flank, he proceeded heading for Whiterun.

What was typically believed as a strong hold was suffering. Whiterun could always hold their own but it looked bad. Even Einar was taken aback. Einar quickly drew his sword toward the person running towards them. But it was no person. Before he could step forward and attack, Velirhi dealt with it. With flames. "You're a mage?" Einar made it sound like it were an accusation and a total disbelief. She wasted no time however and hurried on to the heart of Whiterun. "You're a Breton." He sighed.

Whiterun was made of draugr. Einar held her upper arm gently when he caught up, letting her know he was still by her side and in her services/company. β€œAre we too late?” Einar swallowed his doubts. "Only one way to find out." Not long after that did other parties and reinforcements begin to arrive. Einar moved with the crowd into the city, and held his free arm back for Velirhi to latch onto so they wouldn't be parted easily. A mage could handle themselves with their nuisance craft but he didn't want to lose her and by most means was actually bound to her services.

"Spread out! find the Jarl!" A woman barked from the front. Einar moved to the East, near the blacksmith's. He wasn't focused on finding the Jarl as he was any survivor in the streets. He rounded the back of the smith's and a remaining draugr seemed just as startled to find something up on two legs. It started towards him but Einar swung his sword first, removing the wretched head.

If survivors were to take shelter, surely they'd take it from the sturdiest structure in Whiterun. Einar moved to Dragonsreach where they were held up again, asking for a volunteer who was willing to take ambush fire. One man did volunteer, but surely could use some more odds in his favor. Einar took the other wall, and moved in sync with the nord male, his sword at the ready. Upon slipping in, the main hall seemed clear but it was vaguely open so Einar still proceeded with caution before he reached the courtwizard's area. He glanced up, and even second glanced the railing's above him and his fellow nord, that could be used as advantage point for sharp shooters. Once he convinced himself it was clear and focused on the ground level again, did an archer's arrow fly towards him.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Shaharazad Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Dialogue:#d40000 || Daedric Lord || Dragons/Himself
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Then came the time to fall back, the Jarl heavily guarded and whisked away to some other part of Dragonsreach. Not to mention whispers of reinforcement. That was a whole other level of mess he didn't want to get involved in, rendering the solution transparent. Kill those who had spared a glimpse at the former nord traitor working with the dead and let the Jarl sink into the depths of the coward and failure he was.

Draymar flicked on his black hood and left Dragonsreach behind, a brisk pace among him. But there was always time to absorb and appreciate the bodies within the city of endless draugr and civilians alike as he descended. Some draugr fled about aimlessly continuing to search for survivors but from the entrance came a group to cull the few numbers that remained and liberate survivors.

Image Draymar reevaluated the pace in which he'd pass the reinforcements, and though he tried not to make eye contact, his eyes couldn't help but stick to the same Nord from Solitude. Aldkar Blackthorn who had a habit of finding trouble. Draymar stared back into the Nord's eyes as they passed, but the moment the gaze broke, Draymar kept his head low, eyes stern, risking glimpses at those worth paying attention to, yet averted from trouble and his way out of Whiterun's gates.

After a bloody day and settling for draugr (which lacked in combat and brains) as a ridiculous substitute for an army, he had enough. Like any person, and great creature, rest was required. And he thought himself well deserving of it today from how far he had traveled. There was still a journey ahead of him. To home. All the way to the abandoned fortress of Helgen.

Since becoming inhabited in mortal form, the Lord had done Alduin's reputation and stories of such, a great favor in keeping them alive and believe in Helgen to be haunted, and the place hosting darkness. In fact, such reputation was more than myth with Draymar resting there. Helgen was similarly known as a bad place to be like Labyrinthian was with its frost trolls.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Aervaya tugged on the reigns, slowly the steed as they neared the back end of Whiterun. Even with them coming from the North on the opposite side of the entrance to the hold, they could still see the chaos that had overcame the city. Smoke columns rose up from behind the stonewalls. Aervaya turned slightly upon the horse, to glance over her shoulder towards Bjorn. "That looks like Aldkar." There was practically an army for lack of a better term heading towards the entrance to Whiterun. For some reason Aervaya thought that, although that was a decent plan that would make their route predictable. "I have an idea." She said back towards him, before lightly kicking her heels into the horse, sending it forward. "But you're not going to like it."

More cautiously, they neared the back side of the giant rock where Whiterun sat perched. High above the sat Dragonsreach but before them, unseen to the common eyes was something Aervaya discovered long ago. She hopped off the horse, grabbing her things while Bjorn did the same. "What are we doing? The entrance is on the other side of the hold." She adjusted her quiver upon her back before putting her bow over her head and across her chest. "Yes it is." With everything of hers equipped, Bjorn quickly followed suit before she sent the horse off with a slap on the rear end.

Aervaya began to make her way to the jagged rocks, rubbing her hands together as she hopped the wounds wouldn't hinder her too much. She then reached up, grabbing the edge of a protruding rock. Just before she hoisted herself up, Bjorn grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn to face him. "Aervaya... What are you doing?" She sighs. "We'll be no help storming the gates like every other Nord over there. We're going to do this my way." He released her shoulder, "I don't know about this." She regripped the edge of the stone and pulled herself up. "Then go to the entrance... I am a thief and assassin Bjorn. I know secret ways in and out of places. We'd do better flanking them from a secret entrance. So either come with me or go with him." She motioned her head in the direction of Aldkar and the rest of the large group.

After climbing up a good 20-30 feet, Aervaya stopped when she came upon the small tunnel, barricaded by a wooden planks. She grabbed the boards, tugging them off and setting them to the side. Without another word she crotched down and made her way through the tight corridor. Reluctantly, Bjorn followed after her. When the tunnel opened up, they were in the dungeons at the bottom of Dragonsreach.

As they poured of the the tunnel over a dozen Imperial guards and prisoners alike were staring at them in confusion. "How did you-" A prisoner started to ask only to be cut off by a guard, "Why would you come here!? Don't you know what's out there?!" Aervaya brushed the dirt from her tunic, "Draugr? Yes we know." Her hand reached behind her back to reach for her bow. "Stupid elf... There's a Deathlord... On the other side of that door." The guard pointed towards the door they barricaded.

Bjorn swear he could have seen all color fade from Aervaya's face. "Are you ok?" He went to place his hand on her shoulder but before he could she took a step away. Truth was Draugr terrified her but she wasn't going to look weak in front of strangers or Bjorn. "I'm going to go in... Then barricade the door once I'm through." The guard scoffed, "Are you mad!? Why would you go in there? A lowly thief can't beat a Deathlord!" She didn't listen to what they had to say, and began to take down the barricade.

Once the exit was clear, she nocked an arrow in her bow, Aervaya took a deep breath. Bjorn stepped up beside her, grasping his great sword in both hands. "What are you doing?" "I'd rather die fighting a Deathlord, then cowering back here." Bjorn shot a glance towards a guard who gave him a disgusted look. "Your funeral." The Guard held the door and with a nod from Bjorn and Aervaya, he opened the door just enough for them to enter. Then barricaded it back up once they were through.

Aervaya flinched as the door shut behind them. Neither one of them had any clue where in Dragonsreach they were. The room was so dark that they could barely see a few feet before them. They both stood at the ready not knowing where the Deathlord, although they had a feeling it knew were they were. Before Bjorn could prepared himself, the Deathlord's shout was heard and set him flying back into the barricaded door. Aervaya let loose an arrow in the direction of the shout, hearing it lodge itself in the Draugr. Unfortunately one hit hardly does any damage. Out of the darkness it charged after her swinging a war axe at her head. She quickly leaned back, watching as the blade swung above her and slammed into the stone wall. Loosing her balance she fell backwards onto the floor and scrambled back to where Bjorn laid. "Bjorn!! Wake up!!" She shook him furiously.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Draymar Herensuge Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Image Though there had been some signature of disapproval towards her using her skills, surely Einar would not rave on and pluck out conversation about how all magic was a dishonorable tool now of all times. Velirhi simply would not tolerate it. And Whiterun needed effective help, not more corpses busy bickering on the difference between mages and warriors. Einar left it be, seeing the bigger importance of focusing on the adversaries ahead.

Einar seemed above grudges and screwing up his nose towards differences, but it still served as a surprise to see an arm extend back for her to grab. She had no shame in taking his arm as he guided her through the unfamiliar streets of Whiterun among other soldiers like him. Velirhi kept her own senses sharp, often glancing behind herself again then forward, peering over Einar's shoulder and around. The reason as to why everyone was over-alert appeared right in front of them but Einar dealt with it in short time. She watched the head and body fall at different times. β€œI’ll be behind you.” She assured. Though now wasn't the time to mourn and grieve, Velirhi couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed. There were just so many bodies in one place. Women, children, guards. None were off limits.

She took her time to absorb the ruined state Whiterun was in, her feet dragging along the streets and taking the different fork from most soldiers. It was there she looked up to a by-passer, his face mostly hidden by the shadow of his dark hood but she still glimpsed his inhuman moon blue eyes. Or so she thought.

Spooked by her own state of mind, she hurried along catching up to the others who were lining up before Dragonsreach. Rather impatiently Velirhi tried to look over the crowd. They were at a stand still for some time then suddenly rushed forward. Velirhi entered when Nords seemed to be conversing on their victory, seeking a friend out in each other. Not utterly convinced everything was quite that bright, she inspected the keep for herself.

Then came the most dreadful sound, striking her as a distant echo. Yet, Velirhi couldn't help but rush towards the danger. Wherever her instincts took her, her mind didn't pay it attention as much as it focused on the chance of helping someone, leading her into increasing darkness. The good news she found in darkness was her detecting life cast glowed with two red silhouettes, one active by another unconscious presumably and the ball of light she cast helped expose her path. As for the bad, it assisted a glow on half a draugr's features, making its way for the whereabouts of the living. Velirhi ran in front without calculation.

Image Feeling more endurance in her, though dwindling, she sent a freezing storm, whirling large and white towards the deathlord. She took a glance back to who she was saving. The woodelf woman seemed zealous in the nord's well-being or coming to consciousness at least. There was a certain unconditional loyalty there that Velrihi envied. She turned back to the Deathlord which had slowed with frost attached to it and an arrow lodged into it. It was nowhere near slowed as significantly as on other creatures, but enough for the archer to get a few extra shots in. β€œShoot away when you can.” Its effects didn't linger as long either so with a single solid swipe of its armed hand, Velirhi was knocked aside.

The Deathlord seemed hungry for death and the price of two for one it's prize so it ran for them. Panicked and keen to not let that happen, she stuck out her leg, causing but a little nuisance to the draugr and little stumble. Enough damage could be done in the right doses, however.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Help Whiterun


Another Nord had dashed across and taken the arrow meant for Einar, leaving him even more startled than if he were to endure the hit for himself. But no less grateful to his brother nord as his wife eliminated the threat. "Thank you," he said briefly to the male, keeping his eyes alert for more danger as the shield-maidens stuck to their own group and took another hall. Convinced it was truly clear in Dragonsreach this time around, he began to look for the woman he had accompanied into Whiterun. "Velirhi?" Frightened by the possibility of her fate alone in draugr filled Whiterun, Einar grew more panicked. All he had to do was stay by her.

Imperials and stormcloaks and other concerned parties gathered, making Dragonsreach appear more crowded and therefore hard to spot his silver-haired woman that stood at a lesser height. He tried to push by as the more short-sighted saw this as a victory, embracing each other and rambling on about the great skill involved and the praise owed to them.

ImageWith little luck, he froze and let his heart sink before the same nord rejoined him, arrow still well rooted into his shoulder. Yet he didn't complain or even mention Einar being in debt. "Thanks for also stepping in.. you definitely look like a man who can handle himself. Question though.. did you see a hooded man back there?" Einar shifted uncomfortably then gave the nord his fullest attention. His brows couldn’t help but knit together slightly as the question finally caught up to him. Seemingly irrelevant. "Can’t say I did. My attention wasn’t on the living.” Though, Einar did attempt to recall upon what may have passed his vision climbing to Dragonsreach and what he easily dismissed. "Perhaps. Why does that matter?" He asked, curious and concerned that he was missing a large aspect of Whiterun's invasion. If the hooded man had something to do with it, they should have spun on their heels and made way to catch up to him. After they got the arrow out and Einar found the mage from Morthal.

If he failed a life once more, Einar's sturdy structure would surely crumble. "You need that arrow out." With a hand placed on his back, Einar guided him through asking if anyone had the skill required to remove the deep arrow. "I take it you don't fancy an imperial's help?" Einar guessed as they neared last resort.