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Shaharazad

Silence is true wisdom's best reply. WIP

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

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{β€œThe question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.” }
-Ayn Rand


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|N A M E|
Shaharazad

|N I C K N A M E|
Shah

|R A C E|
Ohmes Khajiit

|A G E|
27

|S E X U A L I T Y|
Heterosexual

|A L L I A N C E|
Dragonborn
Theive's Guild
Nightingales

|C L A S S|
Archer
Theif
Warrior

|H O L D|
East March



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|P E R S O N A L I T Y |
β‡ž Optomistic β‡ž Energetic β‡ž Creative β‡ž Practical β‡ž Spontaneous β‡ž Rational β‡ž Determined β‡ž Open-Minded β‡ž Understanding β‡ž Experimental β‡ž Level-Headed β‡ž Ambitious β‡ž Kind β‡ž
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β‡Ÿ Stubborn β‡Ÿ Insensitive β‡Ÿ Private β‡Ÿ Easily Bored β‡Ÿ Dislikes Commitment β‡Ÿ Impatient β‡Ÿ Argumentative β‡Ÿ Risky Behavior β‡Ÿ Apathetic β‡Ÿ Slightly Temperamental β‡Ÿ Mysterious β‡Ÿ
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Like all khajiit, Shaharazad is exceedingly charming and charismatic. She has long since learned the art of conversation and is very skilled at using it to get what she wants. Despite this, she is not malicious and has a general respect for all living things and does not enjoy the act of killing. Shaharazad has a particular difficulty in predicting emotions, but this is just a natural extension of her fairness, given how difficult it is to gauge her own emotions and motivations. However, her tendency to explore her relationships through her actions rather than through empathy can lead to some very frustrating situations. She often struggles with boundaries and guidelines, preferring the freedom to move about and color outside the lines if she needs to. Her decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at her heart is a strong sense of direct fairness, a "do unto others" attitude, which really helps to explain many of Shaharazad's puzzling traits. Instead of being overly cautious though, avoiding stepping on toes in order to avoid having their toes stepped on, she is more likely to go too far, accepting likewise retaliation, good or bad, as fair play.


|T A L E N T S||S T R E N G T H S||S K I L L S|
⚘Stealth/ Theft⚘
⚘Charisma⚘
⚘Melee/One-Handed weapon attacks⚘
⚘Archery⚘


|F L A W S||W E A K N E S S E S|
⚘Two-Handed Weapons⚘
⚘Advanced Magic⚘
⚘Prefers to work alone⚘
⚘Quite an unpredictable temperament⚘


|F E A R S|
ΓΈExcessive heightsΓΈ
ΓΈIntimacyΓΈ
ΓΈHungerΓΈ
ΓΈBeing held prisonerΓΈ
ΓΈThe death and subjugation of her brothers and sistersΓΈ


|S E C R E T S|
✀She never kills women or children✀
✀While she has used charm and her beauty to lure men before, she has never know the touch or feel of a lover.✀


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|A R M O R|
β–ͺNightingale armor
β–ͺNightingale Hood


|P O W E R S|
β–ͺAgent of Subterfuge
β–ͺDragon Shout
β–ͺInvisibility
β–ͺIllusion

|W E A P O N S|
β–ͺNightingale bow
β–ͺDwarven Arrows
β–ͺ2 Dragonbone Dagger

|I T E M S|
β–ͺMagicka Potions
β–ͺ100 Lockpicks
β–ͺInvisibility potions
β–ͺAlchemical Ingredients
β–ͺThe Skeleton Key

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|H I S T O R Y|

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So begins...

Shaharazad's Story

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Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Shaharazad
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{ KHAJIIT/NIGHTINGALE/DRAGONBORN | MAROON/LIGHTCORAL | XX | JOHNNY GUITAR }
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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: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Shaharazad
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{ #8DC63F } ➳ { Wood Elf } ➳ { Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood } ➳ { Archer, Assassin & Thief }

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

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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: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein Character Portrait: Shaharazad
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The closest hold from the castle had already had its share of action for the day so the citizens were unlikeably alert making Cordelia's work much harder. "Khajiit!" she addressed sharply. "What is the common rush for folk of Solitude. Why are they so unsettled?" Cordelia abruptly stood in her path, demanding an answer. Certainly there were smoother methods but the situation had her flustered. She was on a strict time schedule that would not wait. However, once she caught sight of Aervaya sitting outside an inn she felt that was explanation enough. A little large and sloppy of her to cause mass panic but it could come with just the whisper of "The Reaper." Cordelia stepped away from the could be interrogation of the Khajiit.
"Sister." She greeted with a nod to Aervaya. "You've made a fuss in Solitude. How are the rest of us to complete our bounties?" Or more importantly feed and start harvesting for the most arrogant orc. Despite the severity of the issue to Cordelia, she managed to say it in light heart, for indeed the Elf's reputation was a great accomplishment.
Time went onwards and she only had luck on her side by this storm. Not wishing to gamble with something that would wear thin, she had to excuse herself. "I best be on my way. Take care. And do let me know if you encounter any contracts out for orcs."

Markarth was her intended destination. She contemplated her sweet home and the sanctuary in Dawnstar but Markarth had more shadows to stick to should the sun make an appearance. The sun wasn't so dangerous as to set her ablaze immediately but it did weaken her significantly, particularly without feedings in between.

ImageIn fact, Markarth was perfect. Two birds and one stone. She had a contract on some man that lurked between the inn, open stalls/marketplace and store by the gates who was described by a local as generally unpleasant. A hand clasped her backside while their lips slobbered on her ear. "He.." Cordelia thrust her elbow back, turned and kicked him across the face. "Thank you for making my job easier." He had swung a punch right back that made impact with her face. She threw him into the stone bench and smashed his head against it once then yanked his head back. She thought about offering him last words or informing him this was from the Brotherhood but instead she snapped his pathetic low life neck. He had made it personal.

Cordelia breathed out as if it had been so tiresome. Then looked to the lady behind her hard structured stall. "Sorry about that. I believed he meant to do harm to me and other women. Plus, he was in a great deal of debt to many people."

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Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Shaharazad
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{ KHAJIIT/NIGHTINGALE/DRAGONBORN | MAROON/LIGHTCORAL | XX | JOHNNY GUITAR}

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: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn Character Portrait: Shaharazad
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{ NORD ⚜ STORMCLOAK ⚜ FARMER ⚜ DRAGONBORN ⚜ #529146 }
{ NORD ⚜ SHEILDMAIDEN ⚜ FARMERS WIFE ⚜ #408499 }

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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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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ImageShaharazad took her time to move as the others went about preparing for the journey to Whiterun. She'd been all over Skyrim in her life, and seen all manner of things, but all out war was something she did not often take part in. She was a servant of Nocturnal. A servant of night whose only purpose was to protect her shrines and enforce her will. She left the tavern quietly, drawing up her hood and mask as she walked gently through the thick brush in Whiterun's direction.
A feeling of uncertainty overtook her as she climbed over the walls of solitude and through the surrounding marsh, never taking the road most travelled. Nocturnal had not spoken to her in days. As a constant voice in her head, her benevolent goddess always had a task for her. Since starting on the path that lead her to meeting the two Dovahkiin, she had been perfectly silent. And Shaharazad couldn't help but wonder if this was her true path, that Nocturnal would not be able to lead her through her destiny. The thought made her both sad and excited. She knew she was no good in war, that was not what her skills were intended for, so as she slowly made her way to Whiterun, she made sure to keep her eyes peeled.
Days of walking revealed a city torn to pieces. She looked in awe at the carnage around her and the dead raise to wreak havoc. Her eyes narrowed under her hood in contemplation as she neared the city and withdrew her bow.
What evil is this?
She walked cautiously through the rocks and bodies next to the main road, cloaked in night. She crouched down low at the sight of a lone figure walking from the gates, hood hanging low upon it's brow. A man, that was for certain, but when she caught a brief glimpse of his eyes she stilled. A shot of apprehension went through her as the moment was gone and this man carried on his way. But as he retreated she felt a whisper flit through her ears, as if her goddess stood next to her.
"Daedra..."
Shaharazad closed her eyes and sighed quietly. Of course this would not be easy. Naturally a God would be involved, but how? Why? The last thing that floated through her mind was a story her father told her, about another time in distant memory when the Daedra nearly plunged the world into fire and blood.
Deciding to enter the city through the caverns below rather than charge into unknown territory, Shaharazad made for a darkened opening near the bottom of the city's gate. She soon stopped, however, at the sounds of a struggle and moved cautiosly, bow at the ready. Rounding a corner though she saw a white-haired breton, presumedly a mage, fighting a rather powerful looking Draugr. The Draugr knocked her down as Shaharazad rounded the corner but she was soon up and back into the struggle. The Nightingale quivered her arrow and instead unsheathed her dagger, allowing the breton the kill, but being prepared to step in if necessary. Apart of her was curious as to how the fight would turn out, so she molded to the darkness and simply watched.

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As Aervaya tried to rouse Bjorn she heard something else enter the dark corridor. She tensed where she knelt, afraid to glance over her shoulder. She was sure that the deathlord was closely approaching, and if it was yet another one she didn't know what she would do. Glancing over her shoulder, she was able to let out a soft breath as Aervaya saw frost engulf the encroaching draugr. It didn't completely stop the draugr, but it definitely slowed it down a bit.

β€œShoot away when you can.” Aervaya couldn't see the source of the voice but it didn't matter. She knew they were the reason for the frost, and that she wouldn't have much time for attack before the magic wore off. Aervaya grabbed her bow and arrow. Thankfully since the Draugr was closer, her lack in aim due to the bandages on her hands wouldn't effect them from hitting their target. She was able to release 3 arrows, 2 into the chest cavity and one into the left eye socket before the magic wore off.

As the frost faded, the deathlord threw the now visible female aside. She was able to trip the beast though as it was set on closing in on Aervaya and the unconscious Bjorn. She assumed that since it was only herself and the Breton who were conscious, they were the man targets now. Aervaya unsheathed her dagger and sprinted head on for the draugr. Once close enough she let her body fall to the ground, sliding between the undead's legs. As she passed underneath, she slashed at the back side of it's ankle, which did little to no damage unfortunately.

Aervaya, braced her feet and hands upon the wall to stop her momentum as she slid to a spot beside the silver haired woman. "How long before you can do it again?" Her gaze went from the woman to the angered draugr who was turning to head towards them. No doubt Aervaya meant magic, of any kind. Anything that could weaken it, slow it down or something so that she might be able to strike a final blow if she was lucky.

The deathlord was close now and all that Aervaya had was her dagger. She was mentally kicking herself for not having her bow or arrow, that now laid over where Bjorn was. She moved to a crouching position, holding the dagger at the ready as she moved before the female. "If you get the chance... get out." The monster was nearly there, raising it's war axe high in the air above her head. She took a deep breath, preparing for the worst when she saw a blade explode out from the center of the draugr's chest. Bjorn stood behind the undead, grasping the hilt of the sword that was now in it. The deathlord's grip on its massive weapon was loosening. Aervaya pushed the woman out of the way, before dodging the falling axe.

Bjorn withdrew the sword from it's back. The draugr spun around, swinging it's arm. Bjorn just barely ducked beneath the arm, before calling out, "Freeze it!" He started dodging angered swing after swing, ducking down and side stepping. The draugr was getting slower and with the aid of the Breton's magic once more, Bjorn could kill it.

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Image Velirhi watched the elf move about the undead and hope she didn't need any more physical distractions but if it came to it, Velirhi would certainly put her body into it. "How long before you can do it again?" All she could do was wait until the strength and endurance in her restored to a more worthy condition. Even at her master status as a mage, she needed time and intervals. β€œSoon.” She regretted to report vaguely to the elf.

Her eyes flickered from the enemy to the archer who only had a dagger as means of weaponry. "If you get the chance... get out." Perhaps at the same time, Velirhi felt inevitable helplessness and fate wash over her. If the elf's chances of survival dwindled, Velirhi's certainly would but she got herself into this mess so it was only fitting it end with her present. One way or another. She gasped slightly when a blade burst from the deathlord's chest. But the weapon it raised to bring down upon them loosened, throwing her back into danger. The elf pushed her away before it was heard clattering to the ground. β€œThank you.” She breathed, relieved her lifespan didn't end there.

However, there was little time to spare on gratitude as the nord engaged with the draugr. "Freeze it!" Velirhi needed to calm her accelerated mind and heart. She stepped closer behind the combat of the draugr and outstretched her arm to envelop it in ice and frost yet again. She was surprised in her cast being so successful given the adrenaline and nagging fear factor at the back of her mind but she was also determined.

She backed away from the combat after that, leaving it to the nord and elf but also standing ready in case things didn't go accordingly. Velirhi's brows knit together having a peculiar feeling take over her mind and body. It was as if there was another presence. Exceeding that of the wood elf, draugr, and nord.

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ImageShaharazad mostly played the role of observer, and only sometimes enforcer. This brought her knowledge. You could take a reputation around with you like armor. No one was supposed to know who she was, but learning the strengths and weaknesses of those around her, and learning their secrets, was how she survived. And so, after meeting this new rag tag group, with the exception of a few additions, she took this time to observe. At this point, it was obvious how formidable they all were in combat. With Aervaya and the new addition, Velirhi, taking on the Draugr leader with their own strength was impressive. The two nord dragonborn, one who was knocked unconscious for a bit, even impressed her. Nord combat required very little skill and a lot of strength but both seemed to have formidable skill in hand to hand. Nord's are more prone to anger from her experience and while Bjorn seems to have a quiet temperament, Aldkar is subject to anger on a regular basis it seems. As for Einar, a man who joined late, he is yet to be determined. No agenda to speak of, those seem the most dangerous.
Their overall conversation was simple, where to move from here. It was of course a very logical course of action seeing as she was sure everyone would like an explanation for there being more than one dragonborn. Einar made the suggestion though that they should stay in the city due the storm and leave on the morrow. In the shadows far from prying eyes, Shaharazad's eyes narrowed. The city was just attacked, and while it was likely that it wouldn't be attacked again, such a high concentration of evil in one place tends to draw the attention of less desirable beings. If any of the others suggested it, she may not have been so suspicious, but this newcomer was unknown and she had a strange feeling. The group concurred, however, so she had no choice at the moment.
The members in the group began to make their own way around. She witnessed the mage locate the court wizard, she assumed for supplies. She smiled and manuvered her way over, mostly because court mages were always fun to spook as most of them were timid old men with too many books and not enough courage. But as the Reaper stepped closer and even offered the man coin for his now dwindling supplies due to the attack, she thought better of her little joke and instead stepped out into the light behind them. The look on the mage's face was priceless though.

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Dialogue: #316ae3 || Nord || Stomcloak || Mission: Wait for the next day


Aldkar and Bjorn had been agreeable in letting the storm pass. Though they were his own brothers, he always feared the stubborness and rash behavior of his own kind so it brought him relief to hear they would wait it out. "Do we even know where the Jarl is? Or if he's alive...?" Bjorn observed. Einar looked but Dragonsreach was full of bodies obscuring his vision too often to bother for a proper browse. Either way, Dragonsreach provided them with shelter. So he fully intended to stay as others should have.

"I completely agree. It's a fair journey to the Throat of the World... Even with us being Dragonborn, it would also benefit us to bring... Back up. There are Frost Trolls and lord knows what else on that mountain." There was mentioning of the hard journey it may be, even when they felt replenished so back up was suggested by Bjorn. But Einar knew his place and knew the jobs that would be overlooked. The elf woman could provide plenty of extra skill to their journey.

β€œIf you’re dwelling in here can I say one thing? Peace is incredibly hard to achieve. Someone is always hunting someone else. Or something hunting someone and vice versa.” The new voice and its say had got his attention. β€œEven a lot of dragon activity isn't going to stop certain factions going after each other. Just something to bare in mind.” Einar sighed out heavily. There was no denying it but the timing of her blunt words were terrible. Overall they gained no more than a sad glance and silent acknowledgement.

Imageβ€œEinar.” Already he felt accustomed to her tones and tried to cut her off short. "Velirhi..." β€œAren’t you the least bit curious what the Greybeards have to say? For all we know you could be Dragonborn too. And if there is a chance of anyone knowing what this all means, it's them.” Her other hand placed on top of their entwined ones. Everything she said was a sweet, genuine pure plead for adventure. And it was hard to deny her it. He could see how the Jarl of Morthal had a tough time with her. β€œI'd love to go. But you're the only one I really trust. I won't go without you.” The mage wasn't playing very fairly, inflicting some guilt on Einar. Part of him didn't want to turn down such affection. He didn't want to leave Aldkar and Bjorn on their own. "You are free to go where you want to go. A woman like you can handle herself." He thought he must have replied in the wrong way as she got up abruptly and paced into the wizard's quarters. Einar's eyes fell back on Aldkar and he smiled tightly. "Is marriage like this?" he asked.

Einar felt obliged to check on her. He wandered into the section Velirhi had disappeared to. He brushed by an unfamiliar khajiit, muttering an apology as he passed. "Sorry." Before Velirhi, there was the elf woman from beneath Dragonsreach. Einar cleared his throat gently. "Thank you for helping my..." he was stuck for words, or rather a relation to place for the silver haired mage. Einar's eyes flickered warily to Velirhi. "Services." He gave a court bow to the elf and headed to Velirhi. He regretted his choice of words quite quickly.
"The better proposal is where will we go." He picked up from prior conversation. "I'm not going to the Throat of The World tomorrow. Whiterun needs a little tending to. But I can take you anywhere else after that. I have sworn to your services after all." He smiled a small kind but it was filled with warmth.

In unfamiliar territory, Einar wandered over to the glowing tables that caught his eye and interest. For a moment he stared in thought then brought out his sword, eyeing it tip to handle. "Can you put fire enchantments on some weapons? It'll help with the frost trolls." He only noticed the feeble wizard clutching his new purse defensively, when his eyes scanned the room. Einar put up a hand in apology, along with the typical communication of no harm and sheathed his blade.

"I was also thinking.." he shifted closer to the mage, an inch away from being against her. This was to remain private as it was a suggestion quite out there. As such his voice remained low, close to a whisper. "For convenience. Since I trust you, and you trust me...we..could...share a chamber here? Or I could rest close by." Of all the things Einar had encountered, seen and done in his life, this was by far the scariest."We could uuh take up less space, keep warm..." Einar was running out of reasons why it would be particularly beneficial. He just wanted to stay close to her and watch over her. Continue to protect her.

He glanced around self-consciously and cleared his throat then left to help set-up some bedrolls.

As predicted by the odd female at the table before, some brute came along looking to start a fight. He kicked Einar off balance as he squatted, unrolling a bed on the floor. "What about dinner, woman." Einar's jaw clenched and he set himself on his toes resuming to supply beds for those who needed it. "Didn't you hear me? I said go prep me a meal. I also called you a girl." Einar sighed out and looked up to him. "Yes. But I figured it was a compliment in your standards." This time his jaw set and all of a sudden the giant man lunged on him.

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Image The truth she spoke received a whole lot of hate and dread, but rightfully so. It wasn't good news. It wasn't news to begin with. Everyone knew it but she was the only one to say it. And what a privilege it was to turn down the energy and sparks of hope.

She continued her restless pacing until the group split up for the night. Leaving her with the Dragonborn nords. Cordelia flashed them a brief smile. The new fuss of Skyrim, as big as the emperor. It wouldn't be long until either earned a hit on them. Knowing Aervaya's and her own luck, it'd be them assigned to the Dragonborns too. β€œWell then, sleep is due.”

Cordelia didn't bother to take up a bed roll that Einar set in Dragonsreach for the many individuals that took refuge there. She likely wouldn't be sleeping until morning. Her mind buzzed with her new burden, providing blood supplies for castle Volkihar and killing those that made their status as a vampire too obvious. If she were going to work so hard for her cursed group, she might as well have been in some position of authority. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against a wall. How did she rise the ranks and make them see her as a leader and not some low ranking newborn?

She busied herself with unhealthy pondering until a nord jolted awake while other bodies slept soundly still. Cordelia jumped with him then sighed out. β€œYou’re alright, Nord,” she told him. Likely no more than a whisper in the dark, with creature's glowing eyes, as the fires had long since weakened.

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While she slowly drank from the blue vile, she witnessed Aervaya giving the court wizard a generous donation. She smiled to herself but didn't want her to catch it in fear of her taking back her charity. She was a skilled archer, and someone, Velirhi felt, who didn't often express acts of generosity and warmth, especially so openly. Therefore Velirhi didn't want her to feel exposed in kindness.

She hadn't even noticed the khajiit and her sneak and stealth ability behind her until she heard Einar muttering an apology. When she did get a full look at her, she blinked taken back and wanted to question how long she had been there. However, Velirhi refrained.

Image When Einar appeared, she expected an apology or some form of forfeiting his decline. However he stopped short at the elf. "Thank you for helping my...services." Velirhi's eyes tightened then averted her gaze as he shifted. "The better proposal is where will we go." She looked into his eyes, but tried not to be so easily swayed by a few warming words and his puppy brown eyes. "I'm not going to the Throat of The World tomorrow. Whiterun needs a little tending to. But I can take you anywhere else after that. I have sworn to your services after all." Einar smiled softly to her. It was both sad and fortunate how he fell into her services. Strictly.
β€œFine.” She kept it short and sweet. Velirhi wasn't overly pleased with the outcome but she understood.

Einar began to wander and found an apparent interest in the alchemy table and enchanting one. So many that didn't study the art of magic found them foreign. She watched him curiously, before he voiced his thoughts. "Can you put fire enchantments on some weapons? It'll help with the frost trolls." A light smile twitched at her lips as he studied his own blade. She stepped up beside him resting both hands on the blue table. β€œI'd be a terrible mage if I couldn't.” Like Einar, she caught sight of the dear court wizard expecting more robbery and attack on his prized possessions and new gain. She tucked in her lip and tried a friendly reassuring smile towards him.

ImageBefore she could begin to borrow any trusting warrior's sword, Einar had said another engaging thing. "I was also thinking..For convenience. Since I trust you, and you trust me...we..could...share a chamber here? Or I could rest close by." It was then she had never tried so hard not to smile or blush and took note of how close he had gotten. "We could uuh take up less space, keep warm..."
β€œI’m sure that goes beyond what your services actually require.” She pointed out. She was nonetheless flattered and swarmed with butterflies in her stomach. In fact such an offering made it hard to look at him without flushing red. So she remained faced towards the table. β€œI'll think about it though, shall I?”

Once he left, she allowed herself to grin and heat rise to her cheeks. She snapped herself out of it, as she wasn't in seclusion yet to get giddy about it. β€œAre any of you going to High Hrothgar?” She turned to look at Aervaya and the khajiit woman. It went without saying what she was really offering was an enchantment if they wished. Velirhi could probably only enchant a few before exhaustion caught up to her. In fact she may delay them all until tomorrow. An ache in her legs and feet caught up to her. That and soul gems weren't abundant on her or Dragonsreach at the present time anyway.

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Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Shaharazad
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BJORN & AERVAYA

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{ #061B620βš”0Nord0βš”0Dragonborn, Warrior & Blacksmith }
{ #8DC63F0➳0Elf0➳0Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood }




Aervaya pivoted around after leaving the coin with the man. She caught glimpse of Velirhi's smile and returned it with her own. She then shrugged. Although she was a thief, she'd never steal from someone who had already seemed to be ransacked. She kept her particular skills for those who had more than enough and would hardly miss the items she stole.

The elf made her way towards the door, stopping a few feet from it when Einar entered. She expected him to bee line for the silver haired mage but instead he stopped before her. Aervaya raised her brows slightly as he spoke towards her, "Thank you for helping my... Services."

She pursed her lips slightly at the interesting choice of words, before allowing the corner of her lips to turn upward into a slight smile. "Ah well... She helped me as much as I helped her." She glanced towards Velirhi before looking back towards the Nord before her. She was happy not to get looked down upon for her race. She's had enough of that for the day. "But you're welcome." She wasn't going to linger on it any further. Did he see her actually move to block a potentially deadly throw that was aimed at the mage? She didn't know but it was irrelevant. Aervaya didn't do it for the thanks, she could sense the girl had more moral fiber and a kind heart. Someone like that deserved to be on this earth more than herself.

As Einar and Velirhi engaged in some slightly blush worthy conversation, Aervaya moved to one side of the room helping organize some of the bottles and things that had been knocked over. Glancing out of the doorway she saw Bjorn and Aldkar finishing up conversations.

"My wife has already found him with two of his guards. He's alive, and well. I've heard he's a tough bastard to kill."

Bjorn raised a brow, chuckling slightly as the Nord spat out the chicken bone. "Glad to know he isn't a little girl like some of his guardsmen."' He scratched his beard thinking back to the men who barricaded themselves in the dungeons because of the draugr. He then patted the man on the shoulder, "Don't leave for High Hrothgar without me." He joked before leaving the man to heal and rest in peace.

Aervaya got lost in thought helping organize the slight mess of a room. She hadn't really let it sink in that she almost died twice that day. Once by a dragon and another time by a Draugr. And both times she was saved by a particular Nord. She was never one to stay around the same person for more than an hour or two aside from her fellow Thieves Guild or Brotherhood members. She couldn't quite place why she had lingered around him for as long as she did. Maybe it was because he just looked at her like a person. Not 'The Reaper', not an Elf, not an assassin or a thief... Just a person.

She was shaken out of her thoughts when Velirhi talked towards her and the silent Khajiit, β€œAre any of you going to High Hrothgar?”

Her finger ran along the brim of a potion bottle as she spoke, "I cannot deny that I am interested to know what they have to say about all of this." Aervaya then glanced up and found herself meeting a dark but friendly gaze. Bjorn was lingering in the doorway watching her. She couldn't help but smile very faintly before looking back towards the mage. "But that would depend on if I am wanted to be there." Her gaze drifted back towards him momentarily as if a silent way of saying 'If he wants me there.' She Aldkar wouldn't want her anywhere near there but it also wasn't entirely his choice. And by the looks of things, the Dragonborn will need more help than each other to face whats coming.

The elf stepped towards Velirhi, "If I do go... I think you could be of some great help." Aervaya then gently grasped the woman's upper arm in a friendly gesture with a smile, "Good night Velirhi." She then turned to exit the room. Her feet came to a halt for a moment as she stood beside Bjorn meeting his gaze. She didn't say anything, she didn't think she needed to.

After a moment or two Aervaya grabbed her things and headed up to the second level of Dragonsreach not wanting to be near the crowd. She made her way to the balcony. The skies showed no signs of storms for the evening, so she decided to lay out her bedroll under the stars.

Bjorn hesitated in the doorway meeting Aervaya's gaze with a soft smile and a nod of his head. After she disappeared upstairs he looked towards Velirhi. "You are more than welcome to come... I'll keep an eye on you if your Nord friend is worried about your well being." He nodded his head towards her before leaving her be.

Glancing around at all the others preparing for bed, Bjorn quickly realized that he didn't have any things. Not that he was unaccustomed to sleeping on the floor. He was indifferent. He contemplated just finding a corner and going to sleep but for some reason his feet were guiding him upstairs.

He made his way out onto the balcony coming to find the fiery headed elf fast asleep on her bed roll under the stars. Bjorn couldn't help but smile at the sight and had no intentions of interrupting the sleep that she undoubtedly needed. Something inside him didn't feel comfortable leaving her to sleep outside without someone to look over her. With dragons flying around and whatever else, even on a balcony, sleeping outside wasn't the safest. So he decided to take a seat in the little niche between the wall and railing opposite the sleeping elf. The nord didn't have his head resting against the railing for more than a minute before sleep took him.