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Velirhi Adane

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

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Image|{Full Name}|
Velirhi Cosft Adane
|{Age}|
23
|{Race}|
Breton
|{Alliance}|
College of Winterhold
|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual
|{Hold}|
Morthal
|{Special}|
Dragonborn. In line of Jarl of Morthal


Image|{Eyes}|
Green/Blue
|{Hair}|
Silver/White. The lightest shade of blonde "Call it what you will."
|{Weight}|
119 lbs
|{Height}|
5'4"
|{Armor/Apparel}|
She tends to wear noble dresses, always with enchantments of kinds on them though. She's not foolish enough to walk on with mere fabric as a defense. If not dresses then mages robes. If none of the listed, another form of very light armor.


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|{Personality}|
✦Cunning ✧Inquisitive ✦Ambitious ✧Intelligent ✦Childish

Velirhi is naturally kind, welcoming and open to travelers all in wishing a mere exchange in their tales. Her warmth can often be perceived as weak, along with her small fragile appearance, like her eyes are wide and innocent. But up her sleeve lays an abundant amount of magic that she will not hesitate to use. Too often adversaries underestimate her, but she uses it to her advantage. Her approach is not without caution and her own advantage in hand.

|{Strengths}|
✦Most Magic Forms. Excels in Restoration and Destructive Ruins
✦Enchanting
✦Potions
✦Strong-Willed
|{Weaknesses}|
✧Curiosity
✧Unexposed
✧Physical Strength


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|{History}|
Velirhi grew up in Winterhold and took an immediate interest in magic and the knowledge that the college hosted so naturally she enrolled herself. It was well worth while, because knowledge quite literally grew to power. But each time she would return home, the town got quieter to her warm and proud nature. The way she saw it was she was being productive in her days and enjoyed the perks of magic, the others saw her as unhinged to take such a liking to magic and this somehow reflected back onto her family, where they would grow embarrassed of the town's whispers.
This grew to such an extent they felt they had to move and they decided Morthal.

Velirhi never quit magic. And that was known to her parents. As for the people of Morthal she was known as a mage. But at least they viewed her for her and not the art she took interest in. If anything, they shared her fascination in what she could execute.

That was before Morthal became her own hell hole and her parents saw an opportunity for her to marry into nobility. There was word of the young Thane seeking a spouse.

So begins...

Velirhi Adane's Story

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Morthal was a town that moved about dully when it did bother to move. Things were more or less the same on a daily basis and she wasn't complaining, simply internally hoping for more action or spontaneous events. Nothing life threatening like Skyrim had a habit of producing, just something out of the ordinary like the odd traveler. Latley, it felt as though Morthal was hardly in existence to the rest of Tamriel and if they were to be invaded by vampires as it once was in the ancient times or it fell to bandits, nobody would blink to help the invisible town among marsh land. And their Jarl definitely wouldn't be the kind to help their case. He was the kind that enjoyed the title and barking orders but never taking actual action himself.

As she strode back to her home from the apothecary, she caught word of a dragon. "It's true, I saw it. It was huge and flying high in the sky!" A child had stated enthusiastically.
"Oh, please. Don't actually encourage him, James." The mother scolded the guard crossing her arms over her chest.
"The truth is I don't know what I saw. It could have been nothing and it could have been anything."
Velirhi couldn't help but creep closer. By that time, the debate of whether a dragon was seen or not had ended with a dismissive scowl coming from the woman. Velirhi set down her basket of ingredients. "If you say you saw a Dragon, I think that might be worth reporting to the Jarl. Don't you?" All it took was a warm convincing smile to pass her lips and the boy lit up.

Knowing the Jarl had a certain fascination in her, she proceeded to the Jarl on his throne right away, and clasped the little boy's shoulders reassuringly, standing behind him. "Jarl Rasvick. This young man has a sighting to report."
He corrected his posture, straightening up then slouching a little so as not seem too intent on the matter Velirhi and her companion presented. He made a hand gesture for them to go on.
"Erhm. Yes. I have sighted a dragon flying overhead. Well...not overhead as much as North/Westerly. But in the distance, in the sky. Nothing else has the head, body, wings and tail like a dragon."
The Jarl's features turned stern and on Velirhi. "Dragons?"
Velirhi tucked in her bottom lip and nodded. He had wasted enough of her time in the past and she was only repaying the favor. She didn't mean to use the child as a mere object but also wanted to promote the idea that they had a voice of value. Surely the child had seen something in the sky but the likelihood of it being a dragon was slim. Velirhi gave him a look to reach a conclusion as Jarls did, as the child kept speaking about the color and shape and where the creature could be flying.
"Okay! If you're certain of this then we should inform the other cities. As the one that saw this dragon, I think it right that you warn them. Whiterun would probably be a wise place to start."
The boy nodded. "Yes, sir." Then went to run off immediately.
Velirhi caught the child before he could flee. "I'm not sure that will be necessary. We should investigate it from the mountain first and make sure it's all clear for us to travel at least."
The Jarl never liked a word Velirhi spoke against him but with a gentle extension of his finger he gestured out the door. "Go on then." He had obviously had enough of her games as she had of playing them.

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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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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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"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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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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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: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Cordelia DarkVein
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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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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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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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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: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Aldkar Blackthorn Character Portrait: Einar Mercury Character Portrait: Andrianna Blackthorn
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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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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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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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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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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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Character Portrait: Bjorn Herleif Character Portrait: Velirhi Adane Character Portrait: Aervaya "The Reaper" Character Portrait: Shaharazad
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{ #8DC63F } { Wood Elf }
{ Thieves Guild & Dark Brotherhood }
BJORN


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{ #061B62 } { Nord }
{ Dragonborn, Warrior & Blacksmith }
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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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{#b800c3} || {Breton} || {College of Winterhold/Morthal} || {Mage/Dragonborn}


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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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"