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Einar Mercury

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

Description

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Full Name Einar Drengr Mercury
Age:25
Race: Nord
Alignment/Alliance:Stormcloaks
Home: Windhelm
Sexuality:Hetero/Demisexual



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Eye Color:
Brown

Hair:
Black in color and rather thick and messy in it's curly depths. There are occasions where he is required to groom himself a little more.

Height & Weight:
5'9 & 170lb



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Loyal, Independent, Chivalrous, Trait
Most people don't think it possible to be a man of emotions beyond angry machoism and tough, but Einar is both. He is warm, empathetic and kind and because of this nature in such a harsh city, has been seen as less than he is. Insults to his name have resulted in a few deserved beatings, correcting that error. Most people now know to respect the smith that is a good man and always willing to help the people, but more significantly, a good fighter.

Though a man of his people and extremely loyal to the Jarl of Windhelm and Stormcloaks, he has the mind to act quickly and take initiative upon himself. And will not hesitate to do so in scenarios that prompt action or is something he disagrees with.



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Equipment/Inventory
♦Ebony or Fur Armor

Strengths:
♦Smithing
♦Most Weapon Wielding/Proficiency
♦Leadership

Weaknesses:
♦Versing Magic
♦Trusting
♦Lockpicking

Likes:
♦The Warmth
♦Bards' Tunes
♦Smithing
♦Appreciation of his work

Dislikes:
♦Dwarven Sites
♦Impending Wars
♦Draugr
♦Demanding/Threatening

Fears:
♦The Daedric Lords
♦Windhelm Being Overran or Destroyed.



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So begins...

Einar Mercury's Story

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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: Tyrius Bloodripper

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#529146 & #408499
⚜ { 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: Einar Mercury

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Complete Bounty/Escort Guard to Rorikstead

ImageEarly dawn was upon Windhelm and Einar was already by his forge but that was to be expected. What was not so typical was the guard that approached. "I need a fine but affordable blade. I'm clearing out some rumoured bandit hideout then taking my leave to Rorikstead." Though there could never be too little number of guards, Einar did not like the sounds of another leaving. "You may be promoted to guard duty yet. Plenty can take your place at the forge." Though Einar was sure he meant it as a compliment, he had no wish to leave his forge and be among the common guard. Both were honorable duties, (though smithing often under-credited), but the new guards were rarely granted travelling. Of free form or sweeping bandit hideouts, or slaying giants. Only those that had seen their glory days were happy to be on guard duty. And Einar had yet to find his own potential.
Instead of replying, Einar handed him an Elven sword he had made the previous day. "Just hand me 150 gold for it. And have a safe journey." They made the exchange and as Einar watched him leave, he knew things would return to normal and like every other day, be at risk of being offered guard duty.


Image"You do not like to be homebound but you do not leave your forge. You are a good soldier and honory man but do not wish to be a guard. Einar, what do you want?" His mother had said crossing her arms to hug each other from the cold breeze. "You make me sound as though I am a fussy man. I am quite content here." She approached from the door way to place her fingertips under his chin. "I raised you. Content isn't what you want. You're your father's son." She smiled warmly. He moved his face from her gentle fingers. "The Jarl will listen. He is a man species just like you and I. Not a creature and not a God. He doesn't own you." Einar nodded once then turned back to the forge, clashing steel on steel. With a gentle sigh out, she stepped behind him. "You may need some firesalts to keep the fire strong." She observed. "You can retrieve them from the courtwizard. I doubt the Grey Quarter will have any. Otherwise you can venture to Winterhold." Einar looked to her. "You're making me run errands now? Trying to set me up for 'my greater quest in life' ?" "You can pride Windhelm outside of it. It will always be your home." Einar waited for only a moment or two before chasing down the guard. "Let me help you take down those bandits. There is a pack of them and one of you. We're only evening the odds."


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Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Maedwen Sylase

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Maedwen stretched as she awoke from her sleep. Her cot wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but the young elf had slept on harder surfaces and this suited her just fine. She shivered slightly when she uncovered herself, as she slept in her small clothes, and quickly hopped over to the pile of clothes that sat gently folded on a chest. She slipped them over her smalls and threw a small cloak over her shoulders. Strapping her dagger to her thigh, just in case, and picked up her bag of arrows and her bow slinging them over her shoulders. The guild was kind enough to pay for her to live in the small flat while she was stationed in Windhelm, and she was content to live there, though she was a bit lonely. Maedwen fixed her hair in a small hand mirror she had stolen as a child, and when she was satisfied, she exited her flat and into the city.

She loved being in the city. It was nothing like she had grown up in and she rather enjoyed the change. She also enjoyed the people around her. Maedwen never quite felt at ease when she was alone. Having lived in the city for only a week or so, she had much to learn and many places to explore. Coming around the corner in the market area, she saw a young man talking to a guard. Putting her hood up, she stepped to the side beside a foundation pole of a nearby shop and watched. She had seen the young man around before, but hadn't gotten the chance to introduce herself. She thought he was quite attractive, for a human, and wasn't quite sure of what she would say if she ever did finally meet him. The guard was handling one of the swords, elven by the looks of it, and walked off after a few minutes of chatting. Maedwen began getting closer to the Blacksmith shop, not too close however, keeping her eyes on the black-haired Nord as well as shopping. However soon after the guard disappeared, so too did the young man. With a quiet sigh, Maedwen approached the blacksmithy to see their wares.

She began looking at different weapons, handling them with care. As she did so, an older woman approached her.
"Find anything you like?" she asked. Maedwen removed her hood as she smiled to the woman.
"Oh. Everything is so lovely." she said, touching the blade gently, "Do you make them?" The woman chuckled.
"Heavens, no. That'd be my son, Einar. He's got quite a talent, not that he'd ever use it for anything other than smithing."
"He is very talented.
" Maedwen smiled, then changed the subject, "Do you have anything smaller?"
"Like a dagger you mean?"
"A dagger would be lovely!" she brightened.
"One moment, I'll give you the Einar's latest creation" The woman stepped inside the building and came back with a beautiful elven dagger.
"He seems to be quite fond of the way the elves craft their weapons."
"It's beautiful! How much?"
"175 gold."
"I'll give you 200." Maedwen paused, "It's really lovely." She handed the woman the gold and placed the dagger in her pouch.
"Thank you very much, my dear." Maedwen nodded and turned to go, but turned back.
"Your son truly is an amazing blacksmith."
"Be sure to come by and tell him that when he returns. I'm sure he'd love to hear it, especially from a pretty girl." The woman chuckled.
"I will!" Maedwen said smiling. She then continued her exploration of the city.

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Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Complete Bounty/Escort Guard to Rorikstead

After much slashing, parrying and avoiding penetration of a blade himself, Einar was sweating and puffing yet found it in him to look across the opening to his acquaintance and smile while both of their backs were pressed to the wall. The guard held up a finger, two then three and they lunged into the last round of clearing out the bandit hideout. These were the quarters of their treasury, and evidently where their better fighters resided. The increasing level in opponents and their growing fatigue wasn't doing them any favors but they managed to fend them off well enough.

Einar's sword was well past blood stained as he killed the chief then turned to see the guard laying on his side, cradling his fresh wound. He already looked so pale which made him wonder how long he had been laying there and bleeding out without Einar even noticing. Einar dropped to his side. "We have to take you to Dawnstar. It's not far from here." As the guard pushed himself to sit against the table, Einar grabbed his arm and placed it over his shoulders carefully.
"No. Rorikstead. We've already come so far."
Einar understood his determination and will to get home but the likely hood of the guard getting there alive with his wound unattended simply wasn't a possibility. Yet Einar felt arguing with the pride and stubborness of this man was only a waste of time. The guard stared into his eyes and in the guard's eyes was knowing. Einar grazed his teeth over his bottom lip and nodded as they slowly rose to their feet.

Granting a dying man a last wish was incredibly daunting. Einar hoped he could see his family one last time. Ultimately fate decided that, but no matter the difficulty it posed, Einar was determined to get him to Rorikstead and try his best to keep the guard alive.

Of course the limp and fresh blood would call to the wilds as an easy piece of pray or other scum life such as an outlaw murderer, thief, or bandit. Which is why Einar stayed particularly alert as if compensating for the guard's heavy eyes. "Stay awake, Tyron. You do want to see your family again. I'm sure your family wants to see you." Einar would remind him from time to time, encouraging him to stay conscious.

"..st..ite." He spoke, extending a finger. Einar followed the direction vaguely and spotted a frostbite spider in the treelines. Einar dropped the guard (that or endure venom) and drew his sword to slay the awful creature. He dropped to the ground as a thick string of poison was spat towards him and rolled then thrust his sword down upon the oversized insect. Immediately after that horrid close combat encounter, Einar returned to Tyron.

The guard got worse with time. He grew heavier on Einar's arm, looked more sickly but he was holding on. All the way until Morthal until he collapsed. It was there also the guard gave up on the fight for his life and he succumbed to his wounds.

It could have been easy for Einar to give up then and there too but he had a mission to do. Rather than send a courier to inform Tyron's family of the grave news, Einar would deliver it himself and transport the body where it could truly rest in peace.

He was well past exhausted when he reached Tyron's home, dragging the weight of a dead man there too. When the door opened, what he could only presume to be his mother stepped aside to let them in. Tears already began to well in her eyes but she gestured to the bed. Einar led him there and set him down gently. He leaned back against the nearby drawers and let himself comprehend the events and take in the sight. At least the guard looked at peace. β€œI'm sorry. I tried to help him. This is where he wanted to be.” Einar told his parents gently.

He didn't want to intrude on the family mourning, so he left them to grieve in silence. There was Windhelm to inform yet too.


On his way back, he met a woman outside of Morthal. Her eyes were a color finer than any diamond or gem he knew. Her hair was long and a pure shade. Einar cleared his throat. She looked of nobility.β€œExcuse me, m'lady. Would you happen to know where I can purchase a horse? Or at least the quickest and easiest path to Windhelm from here?" He didn't know what the woman was doing travelling alone with a child, and he would've have asked or volunteered his help if he didn't already feel he had to rush back home with an urgent news to tend to. But he had to admit, she was equally as distressing. Skyrim could be a merciless, cruel place.

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Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Velirhi guided the child along with her hand on his back. Though she liked to believe in the chance of seeing a live dragon, she knew they had been wiped from existence since the last Dragonborn 300 years ago. Still, the overlook the mountains provided would be a beautiful sight for the youngling and let him know there was more out there in life. She wasn't the kind to shut out dreams and imagination. It was often what kept her so ambitious and lively, and if children got shut down enough, they'd become the miserable simple minded old goats Skyrim was already popular in.

ImageBefore she could begin the hike, a traveler called to her attention. β€œExcuse me, m'lady. Would you happen to know where I can purchase a horse? Or at least the quickest and easiest path to Windhelm from here?" She saw how he eyed her almost judging and wondering. But she had mirrored the same reaction. Velirhi eyed him head to toe. Took in the sweat and worn appearance of the male. But he looked more than physically worn down. "I'm afraid you won't find many horses at all in Morthal. As for travelling to Windhelm, I can not say. But the quickest path is not always the easiest, or the easiest the quickest." After a moment or two, she felt she had to voice her concerns. His well being increasingly dawned on her. "Are you alright? We may not have stables and horses but Morthal does have an Inn you could use if you wish."

She studied him carefully. Though he looked a gentleman and exhausted folk, she did not trust being in close range with the lone man. It'd be up to him to escort himself to the inn and get the rest he looked like he so desperately needed.

"We're hunting dragons!" The boy blurted in excitement."Are you a knight? Do you want to come?" He continued.
Velirhi smiled sheepishly at first. "I'm sure we can mange this task just between you and I." Velirhi insisted to the boy.
"But he looks like a knight. A soldier. A warrior. He could help protect us." Velirhi couldn't help but take offense. She didn't look like much and was indeed female, a long fought bias, but she was full of power and would protect the child should they encounter danger, with her life. Besides, she didn't trust this male.

When driven by wants and needs, people became dangerous.

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Accompany Velirhi & Child to the Mountain

"I'm afraid you won't find many horses at all in Morthal. As for travelling to Windhelm, I can not say. But the quickest path is not always the easiest, or the easiest the quickest." Einar sighed out gently and nodded to show he understood, though it was hardly the woman's fault. Before he could take his leave, she added. "Are you alright? We may not have stables and horses but Morthal does have an Inn you could use if you wish." Einar must have looked more defeated than he thought, though it was exactly how he felt. Nonetheless he smiled a little, appreciating the concern and suggestion. "I will consider it," he assured her worry, however his fullest intentions were to march onward.

"We're hunting dragons! Are you a knight? Do you want to come?" Einar blinked back his surprise both in the energy the boy had contained and his words. "Dragons?" He questioned dumbfounded and looked to the woman. Rather than deny or confirm or explain their definition of hunting near extinct beasts, she insisted he not be invited. "I'm sure we can mange this task just between you and I." Einar's brows pulled together. She clearly was not fond of his company, meanwhile the boy insisted he travel with them. The lady looked discouraged at the boy's words though he had much development left in his lifespan. She needn't take it personally. She must have been accustomed to being overlooked.

Though he was in no condition to play along and feed the belief of dragons existence again, he would accompany them. "Rarely do common people hunt dragons. Circumstances often end in the dragon hunting them." Einar tried for not only one scare tactic so they could both grasp the severity of hunting-that it was more than a simple adventure and things could rapidly turn south, but also shared a true tale. In Windhelm stories had been passed down and around of dragon attacks and The Blades and The Dragonborn. "I think it would be best I do come along. If only to see you to a safe journey." He bowed his head to her meaning no insult.

If they were so desperate for a scenery change then he would help and oversee their safety. Not another soul would die on his watch. A child and lady were such easy targets for what lurked in such unforgiving places and minds. Einar knew he was not a compulsory asset but assurance of their safety. "Lead on."

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Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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"Rarely do common people hunt dragons. Circumstances often end in the dragon hunting them." She glared at the Nord for attempting to evoke fear in the heart of a child. "I think it would be best I do come along. If only to see you to a safe journey." He bowed his head. Most folk were more transparent but she couldn't make sense of this man before her. Was he truly noble or a persistent actor? Did he want something in return? What was his story? To make matters easier however, she nodded once. "Lead on." he stated. She walked on acting as if his presence had no relevance to her when in truth she remained uncertain and un-trusting of his intentions. And to make her intentions perfectly clear she did not engage in conversation with him either. She wasn't looking to foster some friendship and she was not obliged to have to be warm to someone that welcomed themselves in her company.

They had reached the mountain in good time and her legs carried quite the dull ache because of it. With a little massage to her calf she looked around and couldn't pinpoint the bad gut feeling she had. Skyrim remained as beautiful as ever from such a viewpoint but she couldn't enjoy it entirely. Velirhi glanced over her shoulder to the man and boy who remained fine. She slowly wandered further off, with her hand sliding against the rock formation, she rounded a corner that served a wall to the mountain peak and her heart jumped. Roosting at the top was a dragon. Velirhi bit her lip. She wanted to inspect the creature closer because she was fascinated by it, but then that may have lethal consequences to follow. Likewise, she did not want to alert the follower to its being.

The astonishment, fear and exhilaration all lead to one state of being. Confusion. It didn't have to be a dilemma but Velirhi made it so. She crept closer and could see the numerous battle wounds and scars of the creature. "Poor thing." She whispered to herself.

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Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Accompany Velirhi & Child to the Mountain

She did not wish for as much as a name exchange, but that was fine, though taken a little personally. Einar may have looked the worn folk but his morals were clean and sharp and only meant well for the lady and her child to the extent of helping in mere exposure to an adventure outside of Morthal. He did not expect to be overwhelmed with gratitude, however, he felt some engagement in conversation would not be so harmful- only standard. Nevertheless, he was capable to venture in silence and oblige the lady's unspoken request. Disappointed as he may have been in doing so.

Einar had helped them to a safe journey, which came hand in hand with the relief of finally reaching the mountain top. The child grabbed his attention and lead Einar to an overlook speculating where the dragon could have flown to and what else awaited in the large world of Skyrim. Recalling the woman's warning look he had received for being honest previously, he instead selected to contribute more vaguely. For instance in response to, "What else is out there in Skyrim?" Einar replied, "A great deal of creatures. Some with four legs, some with just two and some with more."Image

All the while they were speculating, Velirhi had crept off. When this came to Einar's attention, he panicked. He looked around frantically and his gaze fell upon a small inclined path beside the rock formation of the mountain. "Stay here," he ordered the child. Einar instinctively hovered his hand by the hilt of his sword ready to draw at the sight of an enemy, but rounding the deceiving rock, he was greeted by worse. Einar was startled at first but responded well, removing his sword instantly, stalking towards the dragon even as his heart raced madly and raised it in such a way that it was ready to strike down on the fierce sleeping creature and slay a major threat to Skyrim. He wouldn't even ask anything in return, though maybe he would take a few scales and bones to work on at his forge as a small token but he never felt quite right looting a recently deceased animal, creature or human.

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Image Velirhi struggled to recognize and appropriately register the proceedings of the stranger, brushing by and drawing his sword. She acted with haste before he could bring the blade down upon the creature. "No, stop!" Velirhi grabbed his raised arm tightly and managed to stand in front of him, between the dragon and he as well. Her plead to stop had awoken the beast, causing its eyes to snap open and uncoil from its sleeping position. Velirhi turned and stepped back into the male finding herself startled and amazed. The dragon was much bigger than when it was resting as it stood then took flight with a roar.

Velirhi was prepared yet dreading to face the flames and attack of the ferocious creature that could so easily make quick work of the intruders, but instead it only flew away avoiding engagement of battle altogether. She released a breath of relief, but the dragon's actions had only encouraged her wonder and amazement in them.

Expecting nothing short of scoldings from the man, she turned on her heel and grabbed the child who was running up the opposite way, to the peak by that time and she made back for Morthal without a word to either company. She had no regrets in her actions, but she couldn't explain them either. How could she gamble her life and others all for defending a dragon? Velirhi lead the child to the front of his mother's residence then lead the traveler to the inn. It was there, she turned to him. "You can have some septims for your deed and rest here until you feel restored. I am sorry for what I did. I imagine I took a legendary moment away from you." Nords were ever so prideful in their battle accomplishments next to Orcs.

She didn't want him spreading the word that dragons, after all this time still resided in Skyrim. Velirhi may have had to try getting on friendly terms with him so he could respect her will more. "What's your name?" She even tried a half-sweet smile towards him as she placed some extra septims in his hand.

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Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Unravel the mystery to Velirhi

"No, stop!" She had grabbed his arm interfering with his strike and even stepped in front of him, endangering her own body before letting the dragon be hit. Einar met her eyes, bewildered by her action then by the dragon coming to life from its slumber. Her small frame bumped back into his and Einar tightened his grip on his sword. Rather than so much as stalk forward, the dragon took flight but Einar took quite some time to relax his grip and draw his eyes away from the sky. He sheathed his sword again. "What in the Gods was that?" He demanded. "You could have been killed. And taken me and the child with you." The woman paced off without even justifying herself. It wasn't often a woman risked her life for a creature she owed no allegiance to. But just because they were safe and had been lucky it didn't mean the rest of Tamriel was. They could have woken a vengeful, hungry dragon and added a problem to some innocent residence. She was a foolish girl that bothered him to no end. Yet there remained something admirable in what she had done.

It was a different kind of silence on the return to Morthal. This one seemed to contain more tension and the need to talk. For Einar at least. But he waited until the child was removed from their services. "Why did you do that? And how?" Strong silence seemed her preference and Einar followed because he begged for these questions to be answered and figure her out. To his surprise, it was her who spun to him in the inn. "You can have some septims for your deed and rest here until you feel restored. I am sorry for what I did. I imagine I took a legendary moment away from you."
Inappropriate as it was, he smiled slightly. "I'm sure there will be a great many of other opportunities for me. I don't take it to heart." He assured.

"What's your name?" She asked next, and took his hand placing a generous amount of septims in his palm. But what engaged Einar most was the smile. She looked much better with it upon her features and demonstrating herself as a compassionate young woman. "Einar. Mercury." Einar took her hand this time that without his armor, he was sure he'd appreciate the feeling of her smooth skin in his. Innocence and purity and elegance. He scanned the inn watching those who arched up to defend their most beloved woman in town, but Einar was confident in his gesture. He slipped the extra septims back into her hand. "Thank you. Your secret is safe with me. Though I would like to know what compels a woman to defend a dragon." Contrary to what people might have thought, Einar was not interrogating the woman. She was breath of fresh air. Not fleeing nor attacking instantly. "And your name." He added and smiled warmly.


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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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Dialogue:#d40000 || Daedric Lord || Dragons/Himself
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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.



~MEANWHILE~
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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: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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{#b800c3} || {Breton} || {College of Winterhold/Morthal} || {Mage/Dragonborn}


The Nord shocked her with his calm nature towards stealing a unique opportunity from him. And he wasn't overly demanding as Velirhi might have expected. She had done to him what she hated in others: been quick to draw conclusions and assume.

Imageβ€œEinar. Mercury.” Einar took her hand, at first worrying her by his boldness as few rose for her, ready to step in and repel Einar from her. But he had only slipped the septims back into her hand as she had done to him. Upon release, the inn seemed to settle down again though there remained a few watchful eyes on the pair. β€œThank you. Your secret is safe with me.” Velirhi's mind awoke to such a promising statement and her lips twitched up to a smile. β€œThough I would like to know what compels a woman to defend a dragon.” She detected kindness and honor in the man, and saw a potential fondness but she could not answer that question reasonably. It was mercy, pity and instinct. Elements that would not appeal to a Nord. β€œAnd your name.” She met his eyes and smiled helplessly. β€œMy name is Velirhi.” She stepped closer to him for the subject of dragons to remain hushed. β€œAs for your dragon query, they should not be looked at as monsters. They are creatures. Rare creatures these days and magnificent and fearsome in their own way. However, we should not always fear what we don't understand.” Absent from a lie as it was, it still didn't provide him an answer. So she continued, braced with tough skin for his objections and judgement, β€œI felt it wrong and unfair. I know centuries ago they didn't grant us mercy or care for fairness or honor. But, surely they're not all born evil.” As an observer, and envious girl of adventurers she had developed a keen eye and sense of someone's or something's being. And that dragon wasn't all evil. The creature was far from deserving to be slain in its sleep.

Velirhi caught her mind so preoccupied on her dragon saving incident, she could hardly tend to the real environment she was in and interact with her company appropriately. 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.” She observed, before he could.

There was quite the fuss outside and she wondered if it had anything to do with the more recent dragon they had awoken. Velirhi looked up to Einar to see if he were equally as curious. But it wasn't his uneventful town to emphasize a fuss over enthusiastic/ social people. Curiosity getting the better of her, she went outside, where a crowd gathered outside the Jarl's house, impatiently demanding he tell them what was going on.
A new face squeezed himself out of the door, and brushed through the crowd quickly, responding vaguely to all the shouts. β€œI don't know. I can't tell you. Excuse me. Sorry.” Then left the marshland behind him.
Their Jarl stepped out in his own time and lowered his hands to silence the people. β€œI have just received word that Whiterun is at risk of being overran by...common enemy. Now, we don't have the forces to send out blindly but we should investigate and evaluate the severity or seriousness for ourselves. Who would like to represent Morthal in such a noble task?” He announced.
Everybody mumbled among themselves but nobody volunteered. β€œI will.” Velirhi's voice cleared to the front.
β€œAnybody but you.” He replied, dismissively, without even looking at her.
She clenched her fists by her sides. β€œFor the love of...”
β€œGods or dragons, I don't care Velirhi. You're not going. Skyrim is no place for a lady to wander alone. It likely won't be a luxurious journey. Bandits and trolls can taint the path from Morthal to Whiterun. And you'll just be a pretty bag of meat to them.”
β€œNobody else will volunteer. And I won't be alone. I'll have the sword and shield of Einar Mercury.”
A few heads turned to Morthal's rare traveler and whispered. Velirhi responded by inclining her head confidently. She had faith in Einar's abilities and loyalty, and was sure he wouldn't leave her stranded in this time of need and Whiterun's.
Either way, she decided it was her time to assert her position and begin walking. β€œVelirhi...” he said in a soft tone, it almost startled her. They had their differences, but they still knew each other. She kept walking with her eyes ahead.

ImageVelirhi saw from some distance away, dark clouds lift to the air. Whiterun, she could only assume. Instantly, she worried it was the dragon's doing. Her Jarl had said common enemy and to evaluate severity or seriousness. β€œDo you think that...” She was cut off by a person running towards them, but they were running strangely. Maybe it was a wounded person. Thankfully she was rather talented in restoration magic. When they got in clearer vision, Velirhi gasped in disbelief and hurled a ball of flame towards it. It was all skeleton with bits of armor and a ill colored skin that fell alight in flames just before her feet.
Velirhi hurried down the path from the West. At the front of Whiterun's entrance lay many corpses. Mostly draugr to her relief but at the same time, it made her worry about the amount that flooded the place. Dragons and draugr? It made no sense. But whatever it was, it wasn't good.
Other wanderers and residents stayed outside Whiterun, trying to repair the farms and comfort each other. Or stayed back in hesitance from the gates, distrusting what lay inside as did Velirhi. β€œAre we too late?”

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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 ⚜ STORMCLOAK ⚜ FARMER ⚜ DRAGONBORN ⚜ #529146 }
{ 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

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{ NORD ⚜ STORMCLOAK ⚜ FARMER ⚜ DRAGONBORN ⚜ #529146 }
{ NORD ⚜ SHEILDMAIDEN ⚜ FARMERS WIFE ⚜ #408499 }

Aldkar looked to the man who had joined him at the front, and felt appreciation towards him for stepping up to put himself on the line for everyone who waited patiently behind them for orders. What-ever it was about him, Aldkar knew he was correct to assume the mans race. Once they made their way inside, everything seemed to be calm and quiet.. maybe a little too quiet. He made sure he had his back towards Einar as the both of them made their way towards the center of the room. Just as Aldkar was about to give the order of it being clear, a Draugr drew his bow, and began to pull back an arrow which Aldkar heard before the arrow was released.

A silent spring of the bows string sprung the arrow forward, causing it to race through the air towards Einar, so Aldkar acted quickly, spun on his heel, and made himself appear directly infront of Einar. The arrows head had pierced itself deeply into Aldkar's right shoulder, but not just through the muscle/tissue, it also felt like it had embedded itself a little into the bone too. He screwed up his face tightly in agony as he stumbled a little on his feet, but he managed to keep himself standing somewhat up right, but dropped his sword to the ground which caused a loud ringing sound. His wife ran passed both him, and Einar with her shield up, and her sword at the ready as the Darugr advanced down the stairs. It was no match for the shield maiden, because she hacked it down like a farmer tending to his crops. He smiled at his wife as much as he could muster with the pain, and nodded in her direction as a thank you before she joined the other shield maidens. The Jarl had to be here somewhere, so Andrianna took a couple of the others with her, and ventures beneath the kitchens encase there was any survivors.

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"Is anyone alive down here?" she asked calmly, "We've come to save you.. I am Andrianna Blackthorn, wife to Aldkar. The Dragonborn of Solitude." hopefully who ever was here would trust her with that information.

ImageHopefully that was the last of them. One of the imperial's soldiers had wandered over to Aldkar, and placed his arm on his shoulder like they had been best friends for years. "Sorry about the arrow, Nord.. but at least we did it! I'm Peter.. it's an honor to finally meet you. Shame you joined the Stormcloaks. We could do with a man like you, Dragonborn." News definitely travels fast in Skyrim. Aldkar looked at him casually and calmly stated honestly, "I don't like you." then wandered off to Einar to check on him after chopping half the arrow that was stuck in him down to size with his sword. He had to keep the other part in; just make sure he wouldn't bleed to death until they could find a healer, or a Mage. The imperial soldier was shocked, but he let it go.

Image Just as he was about to address Einar, a survivor on the wrong side who worked with the attackers, was stupid enough to insult Aldkar while he had an arrow stuck in him. "Oi, milk drinker!" he yelled, "How about go back--" before he could finish his sentence, Aldkar grabbed him with both of his hands, and launched his skull forward into the mans face. CRACK! went the bridge of his nose no doubt, but Aldkar still made his way to Einar with blood smeared on his face. "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?"

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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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{ #8DC63F } { Wood Elf }
{ Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood }
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{ #061B62 } { Nord }
{ Dragonborn, Warrior & Blacksmith }
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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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{#b800c3} || {Breton} || {College of Winterhold/Morthal} || {Mage/Dragonborn}


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.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury

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{ NORD ⚜ SHEILDMAIDEN ⚜ FARMERS WIFE ⚜ #408499 }

"Perhaps. Why does that matter?"

Aldkar wasn't even sure how to answer that question, so it was lucky that Einar had changed the subject to avoid a possible awkward silence between the both of them. The man seemed distracted like he was worried about someone, even looking around for whoever it was that he had concerns about. "You need that arrow out." He guided Aldkar with a hand placed on his back. "I take it you don't fancy an imperial's help?"

ImageAldkar could of growled at just the mention of those damn imperials. Their constant sheeping for the empire was plaguing Skyrim. Skyrim had always belonged to the Nords, it's had always done well on its own, and always will.. but now that Dragons were once again rising from their burial grounds, the chances of Skyrim staying on the map? was thin. Maybe this was it!? maybe this was going to be the final days of their lives. Dragons were stronger this time, smarter, and they weren't alone. "I'd prefer to be mauled by a bear than allow an Imperial soldier to help me." he admitted honestly. Aldkar was always the honest type, even if his words became harsh at times at least he didn't lie or pretend to like someone when he didn't.

That was one of the main reasons Andrianna fell in love with him for being honest, loyal, brave, strong, and trustworthy.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar 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


Image"I'd prefer to be mauled by a bear than allow an Imperial soldier to help me." The nord didn’t mean to be comedic, but Einar laughed. "I thought as much. Why don't you take a seat instead?" He led him to a chair on the long dining table Dragonsreach had for the more noble people. "The shield-maidens strike me as capable.They'll probably find the Jarl soon enough and hopefully peace will be restored." He sighed out, dramatically opening his palm to the idea of instant restoration though it was merely an illusion. There was much reconstruction to be done in Whiterun, numerous uncompensated losses that wouldn't be repaid. Yet they had tried and succeeded to the best degree possible in saving Whiterun.

"I know a mage," Einar suggested. "But I can't say whether she's...well at the moment." He was ashamed to admit. He didn't want to confront the possibility of her death so he avoided stating 'not knowing whether she was alive or dead.' In some considerations, he'd be looked at as talented in speech craft. Perhaps he was. But it was nothing next to those who expertly avoided trouble and lied on a regular basis.

Image"I think it would do my mind best if I were to find her." Einar stated once again after some lingering silence between the two nords. He rose. "Stay put." He warned. "It won't do that arrow any favors." He wandered off to begin searching for Velirhi or at least to find her body. Einar simply had to confront the possibility and swallow the lump that formed in his throat.

The nature of his persistent seeking her out, led him to Dragonsreach's darker halls and stairways. Einar grabbed a torch in passing as he descended to darkness then stopped. He had interrupted the conclusion of an epic battle involving the Breton woman and a new party she had found in a dungeon like area. "Velirhi, if you wouldn't mind, you're needed for healing purposes." Einar scanned the scene one last time, his eyes falling on the fallen Deathlord then the other faces in the room before turning on his heel simply then heading back.

He wasn't sure what he made of it. Perhaps he was most upset in himself for doubting she could manage on her own. Einar rejoined Aldkar. "I hope you haven't pissed off any mages as of late. She should be here soon"

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury

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{ NORD ⚜ STORMCLOAK ⚜ FARMER ⚜ DRAGONBORN ⚜ #529146 }
{ NORD ⚜ SHIELDMAIDEN ⚜ FARMERS WIFE ⚜ #408499 }

Einar had laughed at his joke, but Aldkar meant it. Still, it was funny. "I thought as much. Why don't you take a seat instead?" He leads Aldkar over to the noble looking table that was still stocked with food, yet candles and plates were out of place since a few of their rescue party members had spilled in through the double brown doors. Aldkar hadn't stepped foot inside of Dragonsreach once, but he had now. He placed himself down on the wooden chair, wincing and groaning as the arrow moved in the wound of his shoulder. Einar was definitely a Nord because he had made sure to look after his own before anything else, but it was the least he could do seeing as Aldkar had quite literally taken an arrow for him.

Image"The shield-maidens strike me as capable.They'll probably find the Jarl soon enough and hopefully peace will be restored." He sighed out, dramatically. Aldkar didn't have any doubts about them or his wife, especially since he had trained Andrianna himself. "With my wife leading them, they'll do more than just deliver peace." He promised confidentially. Andrianna was persuasive and smart. If she knew that she could milk out far more from this than they intended!? she wouldn't waste the opportunity. "She's probably found him as we speak." Aldkar held the top of his arm now as the pain began to roam down through the rest of his muscles in that general area. He had pulled out arrows before, but with it being where it was!? he wasn't sure how close it was to his heart, or any other main artery near his neck.

"I know a mage," Einar suggested. "But I can't say whether she's...well at the moment." Hopefully for both their sakes she was, because if the wound was to get infected!? then he'd probably have to lose his arm, and that wasn't something he wanted anytime soon due to being a hard working farmer when he wasn't out slaying Dragons. "I think it would do my mind best if I were to find her." Einar stated once again after some lingering silence between the two nords. Aldkar watched him rise to his feet. "Stay put." He warned. "It won't do that arrow any favors." He wandered off to begin searching. "I don't feel like dancing anyway.." he called out before turning his attention to the large pie that sat on a plate near to him. He smiled, and began taking a handful of it with his free, unwounded hand/arm and began stuffing his face. Crumbs were falling into his beard as others were moving around him in the background to get the jarl to his big almighty chair.

ImageSoon enough, Einar was back. "That was quick." he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before pocketing a bottle of mead. "I hope you haven't pissed off any mages as of late. She should be here soon"
Aldkar laughed but quickly stopped as he held himself still with a wince yet again. He could feel the arrowhead digging in slightly deeper. "I hope not, or It is sovngarde for me, my friend. Thank you, for helping me... but I am more sorry that I dragged you into this with me." He now watched his wife helping the others who had been slightly injured in battle as the Jarl rested for a moment until everyone was done making Whiterun safe again. He was confused as everyone else as to why the Draugr had decided to venture out of their tombs where they lay restless. Alduin truly was desperate to succeed this time, and hopefully, every single Dragonborn from each main city would work together with everyone else who wanted to follow them into a war that needed to end. For good.

"Do you have any siblings, Einar?" he didn't want to linger on his apology for too long. It made him feel weak.

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

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BJORN & AERVAYA

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{ #061B62 0βš”0 Nord 0βš”0 Dragonborn, Warrior & Blacksmith }
{ #8DC63F 0➳0 Elf 0➳0 Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood }




β€œThank you.” Aervaya gave the Breton a swift and slight head nod. Of course now was not the time to be dwelling on 'thank yous' or whatever else. Her attention turned back towards Bjorn when he shouted for the silver haired woman to freeze the beast yet again.

Once the Draugr was frozen Bjorn swung his sword swiftly, severing the head from the undead. He watched as it toppled from its shoulders and rolled along the floor. He let out a half hearted laugh as he sheathed his sword, kicking the head away. He slowly walked over towards Aervaya, offering her a hand. She took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet. She began to step towards the Breton trying to figure out something to say or ask but before she could another person joined them.

He was a tall dark man much like Bjorn, but far younger. "Velirhi, if you wouldn't mind, you're needed for healing purposes." The man seemed stiff and surprisingly unfazed at the passing events before his eyes.

Aervaya snorted back a laugh as she went to collect her bow, then sheathed her dagger in the holster behind her back. "Well he seemed friendly." She made her way over to the woman, extending her bandaged right hand towards her. "Velirhi, right? I'm Aervaya. Thank you for your... Very well timed appearance."

Bjorn nodded his head towards the woman. "I second that. Or I might never have become conscious again." He let out a chuckle before also extending his hand towards her. "Bjorn." After the introductions were over he motioned his head in the direction the male disappeared in. "I think you're needed elsewhere."

Aervaya made her way back over to the barricaded door that blocked many of the terrified guards. She tapped her knuckles upon it while leaning in the doorway. "Coast is clear ladies."

After a moment or she heard some whispers behind the door before it opened revealing a set of eyes peaking out. "Are you certain?"

She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you find out." She walked back over to Bjorn, motioning her head towards the upper levels. "I'm assuming everything is all clear up there."

"I'd gather you're right." Bjorn started up the stairs with Aervaya following behind him. When they reached the rest of the people who had convened together in Dragonsreach, his gaze set on Aldkar who looked to be in need of some healing. He strutted his way over to the man, resting his hand upon the hilt of his sword. "Looks like you need your own elf protector."

With the sight of the nord from the taven, Aervaya let herself linger behind. She didn't heard what Bjorn said to him nor did she car. Instead she made her way towards the main entrance of the keep, looking out at the devastation created by the draugrs.


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

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{#b800c3} || {Breton} || {College of Winterhold/Morthal} || {Mage/Dragonborn}


Image A great weight left her chest once the deathlord was parted from its head. Now one immediate threat seized to exist. Though she still had to comprehend it. That was before being disturbed by another voice. "Velirhi, if you wouldn't mind, you're needed for healing purposes." He eyed them each, lingering particularly on the draugr they had taken down then turned and left.

Even she couldn't conjure a response for that. He seemed cold. "Well he seemed friendly." The elf remarked. Velirhi turned her hues in her direction. "Velirhi, right? I'm Aervaya. Thank you for your... Very well timed appearance." Despite the stressful circumstances, Velirhi smiled and shook Aervaya's hand. β€œI'm just glad I could assist. And thank you for keeping me alive in the process.” Velirhi nodded before her attention shifted to the nord's voice. "I second that. Or I might never have become conscious again." Likewise, she smiled though she found his chuckle a little out of place. But warriors got that way after fighting and about death. She shook his hand."Bjorn." He introduced himself. β€œVelirhi.” They had all heard it said but it felt correct to introduce herself in return. "I think you're needed elsewhere." Bjorn prompted.

β€œApparently so.” She blew out her lips to march off to another duty where her talents or rather magic was required. Not that she was complaining or thought she had it harder over everyone else it just got exhausting, physically and mentally. She had never been on such a journey or exerted so much magic in one day. Velirhi glanced back to the nord and elf and smiled once then headed upwards to Dragonsreach's main hall.

It took her eyes a moment to find Einar then pace over to him. She almost went to take a seat if she hadn't caught sight of half an arrow lodged into his companion. Her brows furrowed. β€œHow deep is that?” She asked in astonishment. Though it was really more rhetorical. Velirhi leaned her hands on the table and looked between Einar and Aldkar. β€œWell I don't mean to lack sympathy but I'm not ripping it out of him.” She stated confidently. And they'd have to trust her in it being for their benefit.

Bjorn approached the man and Velirhi straightened up. "Looks like you need your own elf protector." She took it that was some inside matter between them. That's when she spared a glance down to Einar then quickly looked off. She didn't know where she stood with him and it bothered her to bits. β€œDraugr and dragons.” She murmured lowly as if it were an equation. That subject bothered her more. There had to be some meaning to it.

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Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane

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

"I hope not, or It is sovngarde for me, my friend. Thank you, for helping me... but I am more sorry that I dragged you into this with me." Einar looked as confused as he felt. "That should be my shoulder the arrow has sunk into. You dragged yourself into this." Einar observed but was no less grateful to Aldkar. But not everything was his burden.

Image "Do you have any siblings, Einar?". Einar stared for some time before lowering his gaze and shaking his head. The question almost seemed out of the blue which made it one to be preceded with care and one Einar was sure had some underlying significance to it, at least to his nord friend. "I'm an only child actually. Alive. But no, no brothers. Just sisters." His response was followed by some more silence between the two. "What about you? Any siblings of your own?"

Einar caught sight of the silver haired mage approaching but she changed course quite quickly setting her sights on the arrow. β€œHow deep is that?” Einar could see she was ruled by shock yet calm and composed. Why wouldn't she be, she just had a draugr beheaded in front of her. β€œWell I don't mean to lack sympathy but I'm not ripping it out of him.” Einar looked up at her and knew her decision was made.

They were joined by yet another. "Looks like you need your own elf protector." He said directed to Aldkar. The very same man involved in the Deathlord's defeat. β€œDraugr and dragons.” Einar heard Velrihi murmur, perhaps just so his ears could hear. Or maybe it was audible to others. Either way, with the distractions going around, Einar grabbed half of the arrow that remained outside Aldkar's flesh and seized it out of him. Einar cringed, eyeing the ruby red that colored the arrow and placed it down, looking to Aldkar in the same way. Einar glanced up to the other nord awaiting his judgement but also not caring for it. The arrow had to come out some time and Einar in his quick movements had been relatively steady.

"Nobody knows what draugr are doing so far from their ruins." He answered. "There has been no foreshadowing of what it means or what's to come."