Guess who’s back after getting locked out of her account for two damn years 😭 gonna be once again trying to kick start my rp again cause gods I have missed writing
( cold ) : one muse finds the other frozen half to death outside
Idhdean trudges through the snow, ripping his cloak free from the clasps as he made his way to the frozen figure a few feet away, the blizzard making it near impossible to see. He skids in the snow as he closes in, wrapping the cloak around her and pulling her towards him.
"What in Oblivion are you doing out here in this storm?!" He questions, yelling to make himself heard above the storm as he cradled Aelith closely.
Markus have a firm nod of his head and quickly rifled through his pack for moment, eventually producing three large bottles filled with a dull green liquid and tossing them to Xiro.
“Take these periodically throughout the journey,” He told him. “They’re a mixture of my own that ought to help restore both your stamina and restore those wounds of yours. Should help us make good time.”
He hoisted his pack to his back and pushed through the wooded area of Solitude Hold to begin what would be a long and arduous journey.
After about half an hour of the journey, he stopped and pointed to the marshes.
“I’m thinking that the soldiers are probably taking the roads to Falkreath. So if we cut through the marshes, we might be able to beat them there. Or at the very least, arrive at nearly the same time to help minimize damage. Thoughts?”
Xiro considered it for a moment. There was sense in what Markus presented, but danger as well. It was entirely possible that they could run into trouble in the marshes; monsters such as vampires tended to lurk in those mists and the terrain was difficult. But time was of the essence. What was a little danger? The Dragonborn was by his side. They were nigh untouchable.
“ That seems like our best bet, ” he agreed, tucking the bottles away in his satchel. “ Though I’m sure I need not warn you to watch your step… ”
He did not wait for Markus, already picking his way through the gray trees. He did his best to avoid the water wherever possible, not liking how murky it appeared in some spots, and kept his eyes peeled for danger. It would be a shame to be caught unawares and done in by some beastly thing what prowled the muck.
Making their way through the marshes and then avoiding the main roads allowed them to cut time town significantly. Turning what would have been a near day and a half journey into only a full day one. Allowing them to arrive on the outskirts of Falkreath hold fairly quickly. This lead Markus to believe the made it just in time, however, the unmistakable sound of voices made his heart fall.
“The door is open, charge in now!” A voice called from below the hill, causing Markus to unsling the long bow across his shoulders and turn to Xiro.
“What’s the plan?” He questioned, looking to his companion with sympathy in his eyes. “You know this place well, I’ll follow your lead on this one. Just tell me what you need.”
The voice was unmistakable. Maro. The smell of blood stung his nose, as well as smoke…
Shit. Shit!
There wasn’t time to formulate a plan. Who knew how many men Maro had brought with him? The place was likely crawling with Imperial soldiers already. His brothers and sisters would surely put up a good fight, but they were undoubtedly outnumbered and taken by surprise, and if he didn’t act fast, they’d have no chance at all—
No. Stop. Slow your breathing.
“Follow me, stay low, and kill as many of the bastards as you can,” he growled as he ripped his daggers from their scabbards. Not much to it, as plans went. But then, he didn’t really expect to come out of this alive. He hoped, of course, but he was nothing if not a realist.
He sped down the hill, pausing only half a moment at the sight of Festus’ corpse pinned to the tree by too many arrows to count. He didn’t need to examine it in detail to know that Maro had taken his sweet time. How else would he have managed to discover the password to open the door?
Speaking of the door, smoke was billowing from its maw, and suddenly it felt as though he were descending into the pits of Oblivion. He charged in anyway. Only death could stop him now.
Markus covered Xiro's advance, loosing arrow after arrow before switching to his sword and shield as he closed in. The sword swished powerfully, causing radiant flames to burst from those it struck. He paused at the same corpse of an older man pinned to a tree with what seemed to be around thirty arrows and shook his head at the overkill before bushing towards the door with smoke billowing out of it.
As he began to catch up to Xiro, he noted the flames and the further sounds of fighting. And was that....howling. Yes, it had to be Markus knew those sounds well as he pushed forth to see a massive Lycan being cut down by a swarm of soldiers.
Anger boiled within him by this and the rest of the death he had seen within. "Cover your ears for a moment Xiro. This is about to be loud." He warned before taking a deep breath and stoking the fire within himself before releasing it in a quick moment. "FUS-RO-DAH!"
The roar echoed deafeningly and pushed through the cavern, scattering stones, furniture, and soldiers alike. Markus then stepped back, allowing Xiro to once again take the lead as the dust began to settle and they pushed to take back the cavern.
Markus have a firm nod of his head and quickly rifled through his pack for moment, eventually producing three large bottles filled with a dull green liquid and tossing them to Xiro.
“Take these periodically throughout the journey,” He told him. “They’re a mixture of my own that ought to help restore both your stamina and restore those wounds of yours. Should help us make good time.”
He hoisted his pack to his back and pushed through the wooded area of Solitude Hold to begin what would be a long and arduous journey.
After about half an hour of the journey, he stopped and pointed to the marshes.
“I’m thinking that the soldiers are probably taking the roads to Falkreath. So if we cut through the marshes, we might be able to beat them there. Or at the very least, arrive at nearly the same time to help minimize damage. Thoughts?”
Xiro considered it for a moment. There was sense in what Markus presented, but danger as well. It was entirely possible that they could run into trouble in the marshes; monsters such as vampires tended to lurk in those mists and the terrain was difficult. But time was of the essence. What was a little danger? The Dragonborn was by his side. They were nigh untouchable.
“ That seems like our best bet, ” he agreed, tucking the bottles away in his satchel. “ Though I’m sure I need not warn you to watch your step… ”
He did not wait for Markus, already picking his way through the gray trees. He did his best to avoid the water wherever possible, not liking how murky it appeared in some spots, and kept his eyes peeled for danger. It would be a shame to be caught unawares and done in by some beastly thing what prowled the muck.
Making their way through the marshes and then avoiding the main roads allowed them to cut time town significantly. Turning what would have been a near day and a half journey into only a full day one. Allowing them to arrive on the outskirts of Falkreath hold fairly quickly. This lead Markus to believe the made it just in time, however, the unmistakable sound of voices made his heart fall.
“The door is open, charge in now!” A voice called from below the hill, causing Markus to unsling the long bow across his shoulders and turn to Xiro.
“What’s the plan?” He questioned, looking to his companion with sympathy in his eyes. “You know this place well, I’ll follow your lead on this one. Just tell me what you need.”
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Idhdean removed the cowl and looked at Aelith. His eyes a normal green, no longer orange. His skin now flush with color. “It’s me.” He told her. “I’m sorry I left without word.”
Idhdean took this opportunity to sweep her up into his arms, pulling her close and looking down at her with a smile.
“I won’t my dear. You have my word. Now that all is done, you will have me by your side, always.” There was a slight catch in his voice as he said this, knowing that he caused her such pain tore him apart and he planed never to do that to her again. “Now, let us be off to bed.”
She gives a shrill Yelp as she’s swept off her feet, bursting into laughter despite her earlier, taking the chance to nuzzle her nose into his neck, her arms about his shoulders to keep him close.
“Bed sounds good. Bed sounds really good. All this emotion has worn me out. It’ll be strange to not be on my own there, a good strange though. A really good strange.”
She lifts her head to offer him a tired smile, her hand moving to turn his head so she can plant a soft kiss on his lips, wanting to prove to herself he’s really there while another part of her found herself wanting more than sleep when they get to bed, missing the weight of him over her in the three years he’d been gone.
He carried her up the steps slowly, wanting to savior the moment of having her so close to him. Eventually reaching the bed, he placed her down and tucked the covers over her before crawling into the bed himself and pulling her close to him.
“Rest we’ll my love,” He whispered in her ear. “I will be here when you awaken. For that is my word and I intend to keep it.”
Though he did not sleep, he lay there with her, keeping her within his arms and listening to the sounds of her breathing and the thump of her own heartbeat. Realizing eventually that his own, revitalized heartbeat had begun to beat in rhythm with hers. And with that realization, his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep with her.
Tullius wasn’t sure if he could relate. He’d been with the Legion for the vast majority of his life and that meant he rarely traveled alone. He even somewhat envied the other man’s solitude, he could barely leave Castle Dour without someone insisting on shadowing him for security’s sake. It wasn’t often he had company from someone who was genuinely interesting.
“I appreciate the offer,“ he flashed a quick small smile, "I may take you up on that.” He waited as Markus adjusted his things, admiring the unique weapons for a moment before gesturing him to follow and began to make his way toward camp.
“What kind of things do you collect for this museum?” He asked as he picked his way carefully over a fallen branch.
Markus quickly fell in beside Tullius as they walked towards the Imperial encampment and at the mention of the items he procured for the museum, his face lit up and he quickly reached into a side bag he carried and pulled out a jade statuette of an ancient nord warrior in full armor.
“We carry a great many things within,” He started, a large grin on his face. “Ranging anywhere from things as small as this statue here. To larger and more dangerous items. We’re beginning an expedition guild with the idea to try to poke around sites throughout Skyrim and possibly further out into other continents of Tamriel.”
Markus gave a reassuring smile when Xiro finally agreed to his help. He finished packing up his gear and looked over at the man. A look of resolve and strength to him, almost seeming to give off the same presence that his status as Dragonborn held.
“So then my friend,” He began as he made his way towards the mouth of the cave before them. “I have two questions for you. Number one, what is your name. I can hardly keep calling you stranger or friend, especially if we intend to fight together. Secondly and most importantly, where are we heading?”
“Ah… Forgive my manners. I am called Xiro,” the assassin responded. He half thought about giving a false name, but the time for lies and cover ups had long since passed. If he wanted Markus’ help and trust, he’d have to trust him, in turn. “And we’ll be headed to Falkreath. I can only hope that we are not too late. No doubt Maro had mobilized his forces the moment he knew I was in Solitude.”
That would put the soldiers a few hours ahead. They very well could close that distance, if they hurried. If they arrived even an hour late… Well, a lot could happen in an hour. He didn’t want to think about that possibility.
He followed after the hero, keeping a sharp eye out for Imperial soldiers. He saw none, for now.
Markus have a firm nod of his head and quickly rifled through his pack for moment, eventually producing three large bottles filled with a dull green liquid and tossing them to Xiro.
“Take these periodically throughout the journey,” He told him. “They’re a mixture of my own that ought to help restore both your stamina and restore those wounds of yours. Should help us make good time.”
He hoisted his pack to his back and pushed through the wooded area of Solitude Hold to begin what would be a long and arduous journey.
After about half an hour of the journey, he stopped and pointed to the marshes.
“I’m thinking that the soldiers are probably taking the roads to Falkreath. So if we cut through the marshes, we might be able to beat them there. Or at the very least, arrive at nearly the same time to help minimize damage. Thoughts?”
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“Happy to help,” Tullius took it back and tucked it back in his bag. He nodded at the titles respectfully and while Rikke had explained to him that the Dragonborn was some Nordic legend and it’s importance, it still escaped him and meant little to him. Librarian on the other hand was far more interesting considering his own enjoyment and collection of books.
“General Tullius, pleasure to meet you,” he greeted in return despite the fact that his armor no doubt already gave his position away, “what library has the fortune to have you as it’s caretaker?”
Markus smiled at the way the man glossed over his titles, focusing on the learned portion of how he identified. He’d grown tired very early on in his adventuring career with all of the pomp and wonder many would show when he told him about being Dragonborn. Tullius however, chose to focus on the librarian part, which Markus enjoyed very much.
“The Dragonborn Gallery,” He replied. “The large museum that just opened up in Solitude, by The Blue Palace. I do more than just care for the library though. I’m a partner in the business. Auryen handles the curation of everything except the library. I take care of gathering the treasures we have on display.”
“I think I’ve heard something about a museum.” He believed Rikke may have commented on it once or twice. But he hadn’t asked any follow-up questions and he certainly hadn’t seen it for himself. Regrettably, he didn’t make his way down towards the Blue Palace often, to the frustration of the long-suffering and eternally patient Elisif.
“I’ll have to stop by when I find myself in the part of the city.” He meant that too. The library itself was a draw, but he had to admit that he was curious about what Markus meant by treasures. What kind of things did a Librarian collect other than books? “Speaking of, I’m on my way back Solitude. My men and their camp are just through those woods. If you’re heading that way, you’re welcome to join us and avoid any more pesky bear attacks.”
“I’d be happy to. Some company would be nice if I’m honest. Been travelling alone for a good few weeks now and it’s gotten quite lonely. And maybe I could show you the museum when we return to Solitude, I have items I must drop of there and a meeting to attend with Jarl Elisif on that side of town anyhow.”
Markus rose from the stump he sat on and moved closer to Tullis, adjusting Dawnbreaker on his hip and the large stahlrim bow on his back, eager to get moving and have company on the remainder of his journey to Solitude.
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