Angel on Fire

  This heart, it is a waxwork of echoes. Haunted, I'm swimming in the Dead Sea. Try as I may to shine in the darkness. Warm my heart, set my hands on fire. Hair on fire, dress on fire. Oh, I'm an angel, an angel on fire. And I'm burning to escape the cold.

[celriaelahriel]

{{ Yay. Remembered my password and cleaned out the trash. Think I’m ready to try Cel again. }}

[celriaelahriel]

↢ Fire and Blood {{Celria and Elerrina RP}} ↣

[elerrinaofalinor-blog]

“You know, you could save yourselves so much more time and energy, if you just conjured your weapons, instead,” the womer mirthfully spoke, with a friendly grin and a light chuckle, announcing her arrival to the other two.  Her words were mostly a playful jest, as she was aware that conjured weapons had their own drawback.  After several occasions of dealing with depleted magicka, Elerrína had found it wise to keep an actual dagger on hand.

The Altmer gently pulled back her large, black velvet hood, that had previously hidden half her face in shadow, now revealing her snow white hair and amber orange eyes.  She politely nodded to the male, before she moved over to crouch down next to Celria.

“So what’s our basic plan of action then?” Elerrína gently inquired in a more serious tone, as she glanced between the two figures.

[celriaelahriel]

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Faeron nearly jumped at Elerrína’s near silent approach, too absorbed and caught up within his own thoughts. He gave her a sheepish, apologetic look as he quenched the lightning spells that had been summoned from the instinctual ‘surprised under attack’ startle and inclined his head politely to the womer. 

“Of course I know how to conjure things, madame.” He said quite blithely, all the while Cel rolled her eyes and mouthed exactly what he was saying in silent verbatim before slinging her bow and arrows across her shoulder. “Cel is the one who cannot even conjure a toothpick.” 

“It’s loud, noisy, and they glow.” The red-haired womer replied, her high cheeks flushing only a little as her ears pulled back, before she started her counting once more. “And you told me you wouldn’t go on about me not being able to do that.” She said, looking over her shoulder about ready to slap the tall blond commander, who currently had a huge grin plastered on his face, even if it looked a bit distorted with the horrid scars that twisted his features {not to mention his missing eye}. “I will shove an arrow up your egotistical arse, I swear.” 

However, upon  Elerrína’s words, Cel was immediately business, standing up and looking at the older womer. “General Elahriel -” A muffled snort from Faeron who muttered something about ‘Daddy’, which earned him a smack. “wants a full recon and report. We’re to go in and see where the vampires are coming from, avoiding detection and reporting back with how many there are, where they are holed up, and if reinforcements are needed to drive them out.”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Fire and Blood {{Celria and Elerrina RP}} ↣

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For what felt like the fourteenth Celria checked her arrows, ghosting her fingers over the golden fletching and counting their number under her breath, only moving her lips as she kept tally. Pacing beside her kneeled form, Faeron was evidently going over his battle plans in his head, hands held behind his back and his pale flaxen brows furrowed as he wore a deep thorough in the snow. 

Cel had given up trying to get the high-strung male to relax and left him to it, moving from her arrows to her daggers; four, honed to make a razor’s edge look dull and strapped to her chest. She looked up from her work, brushing crimson hair from her face and looking at the door to see if their other squad mate had arrived. 

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[celriaelahriel]

Do you ever wish that your parents were still together?

“When I was a bit younger, yes, I did, but I now know that they are happier. Papa is going to be married, and Mum has found a wonderful mer that completely adores her. I’m glad they found happiness after splitting up. Papa and the Ambassador... They are rather cute, I think.”

[celriaelahriel]

↢ Thetwinlegends ↣

[celriaelahriel]

thetwinlegends:

 The nord shielded her eyes from the summer sun, beaming a grin to the stranger without hesitating to poke fun.   “I might know one. She’s a tall redheaded lass like yourself, works at this farm here.” Signe hold her forarm. “–built like a true nord, anddevastatingly attractive.”

thetwinlegends

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“Oh, well, she certainly sounds like one I would be interested in giving my coin to, given her skill with smithing matches her skill with words.”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Malevolentnightshade ↣

[celriaelahriel]

malevolentnightshade:

“Very good.” Elenwen smiled as best she could at the womer and nod her head slightly out of courtesy. “I am glad to hear that the issue has been dealt with.”

There was a pause.

The Ambassador had intended to spend the rest of her evening alone and in privacy until Manarion returned from his duties, but perhaps she ought to be a little more… sociable.

“I was just about to open a bottle of wine.” Elenwen stated slowly, her amber eyes flickering to meet Celria’s own emerald gaze. “Perhaps you would like to join me? It could give us the opportunity to get better acquainted. We are soon to be family, after all.” Elenwen’s voice softened slightly with her last sentence and her left ear twitched a little awkwardly. She may have been accustomed to getting to know lords, ladies and other important figures, but the same thing felt like a whole different ball game when it was one of the daughters of her fiancé that she was trying to get to know.

malevolentnightshade

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“Of course, Ambassador.” Celria said, forcing a nervous smile. She was not particularly well-versed in having conversations, much preferring to spend time by herself and was much more solitary in nature then her other siblings. “I’m glad that you’re happy.” Goodness, that sounded awkward. Some red flushed Celria’s large ears, inherited from her father and she shifted her weight clearly a bit embarrassed at what she had said.

The younger womer looked up at Elenwen’s words and a brief look of confusion crossed her features as she considered the options. “Of course, Ambassador. I would be happy to.” She was not a a large drinker, but it would be very rude to turn the other female’s offer down. “Yes, we are going to be family.” It sounded odd, even now, and she followed the First Emissary nervously, mind racing with thoughts.

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Aicendor ↣

[celriaelahriel]

aicendor:

Aicendor’s had moved away from his dagger entirely. This womer seemed to be friend rather than foe and perhaps also a part of the same organisation as he. And besides, even if she did attack, Aicendor probably wouldn’t be able to do much about it. She was quite obviously a trained and skilled fighter whereas Aicendor was neither of those things.

“Thank you.” The mer nod his head courteously, a faint facsimile of a smile tugging at his thin lips as he made to follow her. Clearing his throat a little, he introduced himself - it was the polite thing to do, after all. “My name is Aicendor Vaneth, serah. I arrived in Skyrim a matter of hours ago from  Lillandril, Alinor. I’ve been transferred to the Embassy here.”

AIcendor paused for breath before smiling slightly at the armoured womer  once more. “May I ask your name? And I hope I am not wrong to assume that you are also affiliated with the Thalmor.”

aicendor

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Celria’s hand moved up to drop her arrows back into her quiver, before lowering her arm back down at her side. She slung her bow across her shoulder and smiled, returning the other elf’s gesture cordially. 

“I’m Celria Elahriel, but my friends can call me Cel. We can wait a bit until we are friends.” She said, speaking lightly before moving on to follow the other Altmer towards the Keep. “Well, you’re a little off from the mark here, the Embassy is near Solitude, a day’s ride from here.” She said, pointing off vaguely down the bleak grey coast with one hand. “And yes, I am a Thalmor. Sergeant.” She glanced over at him, quirking a brow. “And what are you here for?”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Uthgerdofwhiterun ↣

uthgerdofwhiterun

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She had never been to Whiterun before, and stared around her with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as she took in the sights and sounds of the bustling town. It was almost as big as Solitude. So enamored was the womer, that she only barely managed to avoid running into someone, instead leaping agilely to the side.

“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. Still in one piece?”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Thetwinlegends ↣

thetwinlegends

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“Excuse me, I have need for a blacksmith to repair my dagger. Do you know where I might find one?”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Ramiallerva ↣

ramiallerva

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“You seem.... rather lost. What are you doing all the way out here?”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Fel-Corrupted-Elf ↣

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“Who are you? And what do you want from me?”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Guardian-of-Nirn ↣

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“Hello. Can I help you?”

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Taloswatchoveryou ↣

[celriaelahriel]

taloswatchoveryou:

“I do and I will defend them, with all available resources. Regretfully, such resources are scarce these days, and I divide the attention of my soldiers as evenly as I can,” Ulfric responded in an attempt to stay as solemn as he possibly could with an elf allegedly inexperienced in leadership telling him he was not doing his job well. Although his voice was surprisingly calm, his facial expression betrayed the truth of annoyance behind it.

The Jarl slid from his throne and made his way over to the nearest end of the long wooden table, where besides food and drinks and plates and candles, a number of coin purses varying in size stood awaiting use as well. Ulfric grasped one of the purses, yet did not hand it over to the now rightful owner. What he did throw her, however, was a look of displeasure and irritation.

“Is that not why you’re here? To earn coin through doing my people a favour?” he added, clearly unhappy with her seemingly improvident statements. “By all means, I would gladly give this money to someone who deserves it.”

taloswatchoveryou

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“Maybe then a Civil War should have been the last thing on your mind, then.” Celria grumbled, watching him intently out of bright green eyes and folding her arms across her chest with a rustle of clothing and a faint creek of leather from her armor. “Why pick fights when you do not even have the weapons to engage in them?”

The womer shifted her weight from one foot to the other, aiming a look at him that was almost identical to the expression he was giving her. “I want the gold because I need the money because Altmer are strongly disliked in Skyrim and killing things is what I’m good at.” She said, narrowing her eyes in clear agitation. “If you want proof that I took down the giant, I have its toes in my pack. Rare alchemical ingredients, you know. I could get them for you, if you’d like.” 

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ lionofmara ↣

[lionofmara]

His warning growl stopped immediately as the twang of the bowstring reached his ears. The thwump of an arrow burying itself into a tree trunk not far from him startled him into action, and the huge beast exploded from his position. Disorientated by the shock, he leapt out of the treeline directly toward the fellow Altmer, though the infected had enough mind and instinct to see her before barrelling over her, and leapt clear over her head. One ton of pure muscle landed behind her with a ground-shaking thump, before his hind claws dug into the forest floor, hurtling him back into the tree line, knocking over a sapling with a sickening crash as the golden-pelted feline dove for cover.

[celriaelahriel]

lionofmara

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She heard him far before she saw him and instincts took over, sending her into a roll fowards and down as the werelion practically flew over her. Immediately, she slung her bow over her back and drew her daggers instead; she would not risk her treasured bow damaged, and by now the beast was too close for comfort for archery. Holding her weapons at the ready, the womer began to edge out cautiously from behind the tree, emerald eyes flickering everywhere over the snow-covered scene for a sign of her opponent.

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Inquisitorial-Attainment↣

[inquisitorialattainment-deactiv]

“Aye, speeches don’t win wars, but inspired hearts and minds just might.” Quarion answered with a sage nod, idly combing out some of the snow that had settled in his hair, fortunately it was not especially wet snow otherwise he would be a lot more colder.

“Indeed, playing to the foolish creature’s heretical wishes, but such is the nature of men..” The altmer continued coolly, of course, altmer were not above playing to the people’s wishes, but by Quarion’s definition they had truthful right too.

“Both generals of the civil war have limited skill, but I suppose that is more beneficial for us, is it not?” Quarion concluded with a rhetorical question. Tullius was only slightly more capable than Ulfric, but really, it’was just amusing to watch the factions kill each other in the petty war.

Both his father and uncle had been around the time of Tiber Septim, though neither had spoke of it, merely whispering of horrors of the past. It almost burned Quarion to know his family held such knowledge, only for it to go unspoken, unheard and forgotten. Lost history he supposed.

[celriaelahriel]

inquisitorial-attainment

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“Right,” Celria snickered softly, flashing a soft grin at Quarion. “Whenever did the Nords get inspired minds, Inquisitor?” She asked, raising an elegant auburn brow at him in a teasing manner. Usually with higher ranked individuals, the womer would keep her sarcastic comments to herself, but she felt rather at ease with this mer. He reminded her of Faeron somewhat. Perhaps the two would get along; Faer could always use more friends, considering how outgoing and extroverted he was. 

“Tullius is a better leader then Ulfric. Ulfric is younger, less experienced, and he has a far more rash and reckless personality.” Celria replied, shrugging slightly; she had met both men, though she doubted they would remember her. The point of undercover operations was to remain undercover. Of course, she could not resist throwing a few barbs at Ulfric; he was far too fun to harass. “I would bet that the Imperials win it.” 

Another arrow sank into the bark of the tree with a decisive thunk, as if to punctuate her sentence. 

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[celriaelahriel]

↢ Malevolentnightshade ↣

[malevolentnightshade]

Returning from a hearty dinner of venison and assorted veg, the Lady Ambassador was rather keen to relax and unwind after yet another day of endless paperwork, meetings and the like. Perhaps she would continue reading her book with a goblet of spiced wine by the log fire; she was quite close to finishing it after all.

Elenwen made her way across the Solar’s front hall and towards the stairs, intending to go to her chambers and change into something a little more comfortable, when she stopped. Out of the corner of the eye she had spotted Celria, one of Manarion’s daughters, no doubt returning from a mission of some description. Elenwen turned slightly to face her and politely greeted her, “Good evening, Celrissia. I do hope your recent endeavours have been a success.” 

[celriaelahriel]

malevolentnightshade

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“Good evening, Ambassador.” Celria replied, doing her absolute best to hide any nervousness she had towards the other, older womer. She was not quite sure how to deal with Elenwen, especially now that she and her father were courting, and set to be married. Cel was ecstatic that her father had found happiness with the First Emissary, and that the feelings were clearly reciprocated, but it was odd now, to think that the other female would logically be her step-mother when all was said and done. 

“Of course, yes, madame Ambassador.” The red-haired archer replied, trying to resist the urge to fiddle with the strap of her quiver, as was her normal habit; her gloves creaked faintly as she fought the desire to do so. “I managed to find the Amulet of Talos as you asked, and I gave it to Commander Faeron, as you ordered, ma’am.”

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[celriaelahriel]

silvertwins

{{ Yes, I probably owe you something for Quarion. Thank you for reminding me! }}