Magic anon: NONE Savos is a nocturnal creature witch means I'm going to assume, unless stated otherwise, that all the role playing with him occurs after the sun has set. "Okay, before I introduthe mythelf I will have you know I will not appreciate any teathing, friendly or not, of my lithp. I've had enough of it to latht me a lifetime. Now that we have that thettled. My name ith Thavoth Llothrith. It'th a pleathure to meet you." I'd rather discuss plots and future rp's via STEAM or Skype so if you feel like doing that someday just send me an ask and I'll send my contact information your way.
I've been meaning to write this for quite some time now but I've been putting it on hold because it's something I really do not want to write.
As you're all aware of I've pretty much abandoned this and all my other role playing accounts, in spite my promises that I'll be more active whenever I log onto this or any other account, and I just can't find it in me to find time to role play in this community any more. Which is so very sad because I really love it and you're all precious and amazing and so are your characters.
I had plans for Savos and for Macrus but they're not important now. I'd rather just leave things as they are.
I'm sorry for the unfinished threads I'll abandon and for not starting the ones I promised.
"Mercenaries? Â Are you sure?" Dagon asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. Â "You donât think theyâll do anything rash, do you?" The Dunmer really didnât want to get in anyoneâs way - especially those who were mostly likely a lot better at fighting than he was. Â He eventually looked up from his hands and cocked his head innocently at the other Dunmer, "Why are you still here then, if itâs too loud for you?"Â
"You should have heard them when they firtht arrived." The grumpy dunmer muttered, "they wouldn't shut up about "how they were the mightietht merthenarieth on Nirn"." He paraphrased. He swept his gaze beyond the 'mer next to him and onto the crowd. Anyone who wasn't him, and used to the Nordic culture, might had said that this was a celebration like many else. They drank and sung and fought. To Savos it was the perfect image of chaos and barbarism and he couldn't understand why the inkeeper was so completely fine with this when any moment they could suddenly decide to tear the place apart. But that was just him.
His gaze returned to the stranger once more when he started to speak again. He seemed so very timid and shy, so very out of place. Maybe he could lure him out when night had fallen and give into a never ending hunger? But with all these drunk nords about it might seem like too much trouble, especially since casting illusion spells on a already dizzy individual nearly always worked flawlessly.
"Becauthe I paid for it and I'd rather not have my gold wathted." He might have right up told the 'mer it was none of his business why he chose to stay. He had been very temped to tell the 'mer that the sunlight gave him the headaches of legends and myths but common sense got the better of him before his began spilling things it wasn't supposed to.
Oh, an outlander. Wonderful. He might as well be a nord. âItâth a common greeting phrathe in a language you should underthtand.â The dunmer muttered. Maybe his reaction had been a tad bit unfair but in the sour mood he was in the vampire reasoned that the stranger shouldâŠ
Savos stopped drawing invisible circles and lay both his hands flat on the counter. For a moment he was deciding weather or not to lean his head on the counter as well and pretend he was all alone in by the bar, which would also include rudly ignoring the âmer next to him, to indulge in some sort of conversation - its success depending heavily on Savos' will to actually talk. "They're mercenarieth, I think." And by ' mercenaries he meant freelancing men and women with a questionable relationship with the law. He tilted his head slightly and turned to the dunmer next to him, leaning on his lower arm for support. "Believe me I am jutht ath thurprithed ath you are to thee... thith." He said and motionef to the crowd with his free arm. "They came here, cauthed- ith thtill cauthing- enough ruckuth to wake the dead, woke /me/ up at leatht." He didn't raise his tone once but spoke with the anger of several dozens angry senior citizens rudely robbed of their sleep.
The inn hadnât been as crowded when Savos first arrived. Not counting the innkeeper and the serving girl, the place was was more akin to an abandoned shack in the woods than an actual inn. It was perfect for him. Then late on the afternoon on the next day he woke up to theâŠ
Oh, an outlander. Wonderful. He might as well be a nord. âItâth a common greeting phrathe in a language you should underthtand.â The dunmer muttered. Maybe his reaction had been a tad bit unfair but in the sour mood he was in the vampire reasoned that the stranger should have made the effort to learn the language of his people.
"I thaid ' Under thun and thky, friend '. " Not that he expected the other 'mer to understand the meaning of the phrase. Maybe a good meal could help with his mood? The vampire mused. Tough the taste of these nords blood would probably not too different from actual mead. By the three, he hated nord mead.
"What bringth a mer like you to an inn like thith in the middle of nowhere?" His gaze never left the old wooden counter and, judging by the quiet tone he spoke in, one might as well have guessed he was talking to himself. Other than the slight nod he hadn't acknowledged the other 'mer in any other way.
He continued to draw circles on the wooden counter.
It wasnât dark out yet, but it was slowly getting to be so. The Dunmer was lost and wandering around aimlessly somewhere in the Rift, like usual. Hopefully, he thought, he would find someplace he could rest soon before it got too dark. The mer didnât want to have to sleep outside yet again.
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The inn hadnât been as crowded when Savod first arrived. Not counting the innkeeper and the serving girl, the place was was more akin to an abandoned shack in the woods than an actual inn. It was perfect for him. Then late on the afternoon on the next day he woke up to the delightful surprise that half of Skyrim had apparently decided that this was as good place as any to cause as much noise as possible without. Savos was half convinced-no, hoped- that they wake dead with all this chaos.
Things hadnât improved as the sun began its descent and soon would loom over the horizon.
Too early to go outside, and too late to try to back sleep, the now very irritated and sleep derived âmer crept down the stairs and took a seat at the far end of the bar. He chatted a bit with the inkeeper, not at all hiding how ver displeaed he was at the sudden change of atmosphere but the nord either was took thick headed to see this or he simply did not care. It was more likely the latter.
With his pockets over flowing with gold and more business, Savos guessed, than he he ever had before the inkeeper was as happy as a pig in the mud.
Another creature entered the crowded building and judging by its scent, Savos assumed it was thankfully not another Nord. Glancing at the newcomer from the corner of his eye Savos noticed, with some gratitude, that it was a fellow dunmer. Though still trapped in his foul mood Savos only gave the 'mer a slight nod as he took a seat next to him and continued to draw circles on the wooden counter with his fingertips.
Maybe he /should/ say something? "Under thun and thky, thera." He spoke in his native tongue. A bit stiff a greeting but the phrase was familiar and hopefully it was so to the other dunmer as well.
Actually I had a lil' super late spring cleaning on my blog to make it look neater and more fitting to his vampirism so I decided "what the heck, I should change the url too!"
when I first made Savos it was just a spoofy thing based of a picture I made made of a random dunmer but now I'm a bit more serious about this character and I wanted the blog to reflect that ^^ ))