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“We have many more arrows and more time. Your stance is getting stronger.”

Gedon finds himself chewing on the inside of her cheek, unsure of what to say. She was clearly unhappy with the results of pull, but he wasn’t sure if she was the type who wished to be coddled: Receive sickly-sweet words of encouragement and pats on the back. Gedon knew he wasn’t the type, and so he applied that thought to Brynhild.

And so, he simply folds his hands together across his middle, a stance he often took when nervous. With a nod of his head he motions for his ’student’ to take another arrow. She was large and strong as Nords were, but he wonders: How was she with magic? He couldn’t recall meeting a Nord that used anything other than their fists and a sword.

“Why the bow?” He was very curious now. “There are many other forms of long range combat. “Magic, for instance. Do you have a taste for it?”

Brynhild smiled at that suggestion, shaking her head. Apart from her Shouts, Brynhild was less magically inclined than a broomstick. She knew her cantrips, sure -- a very basic flames spell, a very basic healing spell, magic that everyone knew. And she wasn't very good at either of them. She would rather light her candle with a tinderbox, light an enemy with a Dragon's Shout.

Brynhild took another arrow, loading it into her bow. She steadied herself, took a deep breath, aimed, and sent the arrow flying again. It came closer to the center of the target, though she was still failing to hit the target. Perhaps she should just call it off, struggle with learning magic some more. If the letters in the old tomes could just stop jumping off the page, could stop jumbling together. It was the reason why she didn't read when she wanted to.

" My friend, I'm a Nord. Nords aren't known for their magical aptitudes. "

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❝ i don’t think we’re supposed to be in here. ❞

" I could have sworn this place was abandoned, but apparently someone moved in. "

Just in case they would be bothered, Brynhild drew her sword.

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If this wasn't a personal favor for the Jarl, Brynhild wouldn't have done it. She hated caves, they were dark and damp and full of creepy crawlies. Draugr and walking skeletons had plagued her with nightmares even before having to fight through them, and she knew that they would be added to the barrage of nightmares after as well.

With a shriek, she cleaved through a skeleton, who just stood right back up. Its master should be around somewhere, but she did not know where. As well as she knew, it was the end of the line. The end of the cave. The kid from Dragon's Bridge was right.

But what was that thrumming? It sounded like drums, like chanting. Like a summoning.

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❝ long way from home, aren’t you? ❞

Arms cross as Brynhild adjusts her stance, puffing her chest just a bit. Despite being as tall as the average Nord man, despite her face being scarred and despite her already being in a bad mood. Intimidation, schintimidation.

" What makes you think that? "

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❝ will i see you again? ❞

" Pray you don't have to. "

Brynhild untied her horse, climbing onto it in one fluid motion. She began to walk away, but then something terrible happened.

A thin, metallic sound picked up on the wind, and all of a sudden Brynhild's heart sank. She knew immediately what it was. a dragon. Her adrenaline spike, and she went into action. She rode back to the man, not bothering to hitch her horse before drawing her bow and pointing toward the sky.

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visioncrone:

slender hands LACED together rest at her waist. seemingly unbothered by the heavy sheets of rain that settled over her hold days ago and had yet to let up she stands tall. taking a few steps to meet brynhild her expression lightens, tiredness seeming to fade SOME upon growing closer her old friend. “ FAR TOO long for my liking. how have you been fairing? ” her hands separate and her arms are spread as she moves to HUG brynhild.

" I'm sure that you saw my visit coming. "

Brynhild melted into her friend's hug, breaking it off only to hitch her horse to the post outside the city and walk with the Jarl into her city. Brynhild had nothing to worry about, no war or vampires or cultists or dragons there to destroy her and everyone she cared about. For the first time in years, she could visit a friend for a week, split some logs for gold, and REST.

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goldenvelleity:

“No, thank you.” Gently, she waved her hand in dismissal. A rich girl, of course: she would not need the kindness of strangers, did not need to worry about having a roof over her head. “I have rented a room here.” When you grew up between the family manor in Skingrad’s Hightown and a house in the Imperial City’s Talos Plaza District, not many places were good enough for you. She knew that this inn was not.

“I will wait for you at the stables, then.” Janna smiled – and it held more warmth than one would have expected at first. Maybe she was not as humble and as experienced as a hero should be, but by the Divines, she tried. If she could not keep up with the expectations this world placed in her, then maybe she was meant to find help instead.

“I wish you a pleasant evening. I believe we both should feel well rested for the ride… no one knows what the day will have for us.”

The next morning, Brynhild awoke well before dawn. She had shined her armor the night before, so she used her time to get ready. She braided back her hair (which was growing quite long, she needed to crop it again soon ), prepared a light lunch for two, and had breakfast before finding her weapons, getting into her armor, and set out for the Whiterun Stables.

Brynhild smiled when she saw her horse, a stout mare named Allie. She pulled an apple out of her pack and fed it to the steed, then took her time preparing her for the ride before the Dragonborn came to greet her. She was looking forward to seeing the living legend work, even if she looked nothing like the Dragonborn of legend.

" It's so nice to see you! Hopefully it stays nice today. "

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deathwalksamongarchive

god of war (2018) starters

❝ long way from home, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ why do you even care? you could have just walked away. ❞ ❝ i almost feel bad for you. ❞ ❝ i can tell you a thing or two about family matters. ❞ ❝ lucky for you, my schedule’s wide open. ❞ ❝ they’re gonna be sorry they picked this fight. ❞ ❝ i heard you. it’s not up for discussion. ❞ ❝ i will rain down agony, every possible violation, upon you. ❞ ❝ um, alright…that hurt a little. ❞ ❝ you think you understand, but you don’t. ❞ ❝ didn’t you hear that? voices. it felt…evil. ❞ ❝ you do not want this fight. ❞ ❝ truth is more important than kindness. ❞ ❝ i know every corner of these lands, every language spoken, every war waged, every deal struck. ❞ ❝ it should have been you. you hear me? you. not her. ❞ ❝ only use this as a last resort. ❞ ❝ deny it all you want, but you saved me. ❞ ❝ you don’t want me and you never will. ❞ ❝ they do not stop us, so they do not concern us. ❞ ❝ only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❞ ❝ that doesn’t mean you should lie to your friends or family. ❞ ❝ will i see you again? ❞ ❝ don’t leave me alone ever again. ❞ ❝ you see in the eyes of a child. ❞ ❝ i know you hate gods but you really can’t stay away from them, can you? ❞ ❝ you are in your head. let it go. ❞ ❝ it is wise to be discreet. ❞ ❝ you are right…i do not believe you. ❞ ❝ the power of any weapon comes from your heart…but only when tempered by your head. ❞ ❝ wow, you’re so stupid. that your father’s doing? or your mother’s? ❞ ❝ will we see people on the road? friendly? will they try to rob us? ❞ ❝ smells like rotting eggs. is it still good? ❞ ❝ you’ve only killed those deserving, right? ❞ ❝ you’re sounding more like your father by the minute. ❞ ❝ that thing was trying to kill us. it’s not like you don’t get angry in a fight. ❞ ❝ leave. my. home. ❞ ❝ you killed against my wishes. ❞ ❝ it’s all you talk about, over and over. do something about it or shut up. ❞ ❝ behind you, watch out! ❞ ❝ don’t know, don’t care. ❞ ❝ this used to be a challenge. ❞ ❝ this place feels like a prison. ❞ ❝ it feels like something is waiting for us down here. ❞ ❝ don’t be sorry. be better. ❞ ❝ kill for survival, not for indulgence. ❞ ❝ can’t believe you’ve lasted this long. ❞ ❝ in war, a soldier sees beauty in the blood of his enemy. ❞ ❝ the winds of fate have given us a strange coincidence. ❞ ❝ close your heart to their desperation. close your heart to their suffering. ❞ ❝ you’ve had to kill people before, haven’t you? you’re used to it. ❞ ❝ why do you say nothing? ❞ ❝ you’ve seen it with your own eyes. you can’t hurt me. nothing can. ❞ ❝ anger can be a weapon if you control it. ❞ ❝ whatever it is you seek, i do not have it. you should move on. ❞ ❝ when they find you - and they will - they’ll make things difficult. ❞ ❝ there is one unavoidable truth you will never escape: you cannot change. ❞ ❝ only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❞ ❝ we do what me must to survive. ❞ ❝ follow down this path and head for daylight. ❞ ❝ heh. thought you’d be bigger. ❞ ❝ you have a knack for ominous statemants. ❞ ❝ just tell me what i want to know! no need for this to get bloody. ❞ ❝ we all gotta take responsibility sometime, huh? ❞ ❝ that was a waste of a perfectly good apple. ❞ ❝ you think i’m weak, because i’m not like you. ❞ ❝ but…you told me never to go down there. ❞ ❝ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❞ ❝ until our journey is over, one of us must remain focused. ❞ ❝ you must be better than me. understand? ❞ ❝ did something change? the forest feels different now. ❞ ❝ with power comes a big choice. you serve yourself or you serve others. ❞ ❝ do not mistake my silence for lack of grief. ❞ ❝ we are not men. we are more than that. ❞ ❝ i know i was never what you wanted. ❞ ❝ mourn how you wish. leave me to my own. ❞ ❝ hurry! i’m slipping. ❞ ❝ do not allow yourself to feel for them. they do not feel for you. ❞ ❝ do not concern yourself with what might be. focus on what is. ❞ ❝ we do as we please. no excuses. ❞ ❝ your father can kill. are you going to be able to do that? ❞ ❝ accuracy over speed. ❞ ❝ you left me here. again. why don’t you care? ❞ ❝ what, you want a hug? ❞ ❝ finish what you started. ❞ ❝ you know, for someone so strong, you worry a lot. ❞ ❝ you are hunting deer - not chasing it. ❞ ❝ i don’t know you and you don’t know me… don’t seem to want to. ❞ ❝ killing animals i get. they’re food. but people… they’re just trying to survive too. ❞ ❝ do you hear that? it sounds like someone screaming. ❞ ❝ i’m going to cut off your head now. ❞ ❝ it’s…it’s still alive. ❞ ❝ we are here because of you. never forget that. ❞ ❝ do not speak again. ❞ ❝ your anger…you can get lost in it. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to be the smartest man in the world to see that. ❞ ❝ we’ve come so far. there has to be a way. ❞ ❝ don’t you see? they never gave up hope. and neither should we. ❞ ❝ you can change your path. it’s not too late. ❞ ❝ i’ve been to many strange places… but this is a new one. ❞ ❝ oh, cut it out, princess. you’re gonna get me all weepy. ❞ ❝ you are too quick to temper. you a rash, insubordinate and out of control. ❞ ❝ the path ahead is difficult and you are not ready. ❞ ❝ you are not ready - stay back. ❞ ❝ think i’m afraid of you?! you’re nothing to me. ❞ ❝ stay by me. touch nothing. ❞ ❝ you were gone for so long i thought that you… ❞ ❝ you will always be a monster. ❞ ❝ look at me! look at me! ❞ ❝ you are going to have to kill me for that to happen. ❞ ❝ can you kill something that big? ❞ ❝ on our journey we will be attacked by all manner of creature. ❞ ❝ so we’re gonna go toward the creepy singing? ❞ ❝ why are there two beds in there? ❞ ❝ slow down. your haste will cost us. ❞ ❝ i warned you. you would not listen. ❞ ❝ no, wait…i’m not giving up. i just…have to catch my breath. ❞ ❝ well, this is it. it’s been an honor. ❞ ❝ you left me alone to fight. ❞ ❝ are you the last of your family too? ❞ ❝ my mother made it for me. ❞ ❝ fight until we stop or we are dead. ❞ ❝ the last in his realm of all this kind and you shoot him. ❞ ❝ come. no looking back now. ❞ ❝ you’re more concerned with their safety than our goal. ❞ ❝ i don’t think we’re supposed to be in here. ❞ ❝ i’m…sorry for your loss. ❞ ❝ i hoped that’d you, out of all the people i’ve faced, would make me feel something. ❞ ❝ slow and old. you should never have come here. ❞ ❝ that bow’s a little big for you, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ earlier you said people might kill us. i’ll kill them if they try. ❞ ❝ pain we endure. faulty weaponry we do not. ❞ ❝ let me guess…you’re gonna be smug and say we shouldn’t have got involved. ❞ ❝ no. you’ve been gone a long, long time! ❞ ❝ if you try, i’ll try. ❞ ❝ wow, uh…that was something, that fight. ❞ ❝ you did not think it was important to tell me? ❞ ❝ death suits you better. ❞ ❝ is it dishonorable to grow old? ❞ ❝ so unclean. so, so unclean. ❞ ❝ you won’t stop me. ❞ ❝ and i thought my family was fucked up. ❞ ❝ i’m strong. i’m smart. i’m not what you think i am. ❞ ❝ when i require your counsel, i will ask. ❞ ❝ don’t you know when to give up? ❞ ❝ listen to me. i can help. ❞ ❝ you’ve taught me so much. let me teach you something. ❞ ❝ okay. there are a few gaps in my knowledge. ❞ ❝ the path you walk. vengeance. you will find no peace. ❞ ❝ you know i love you. you just can be better. i know you can be. ❞ ❝ let them go. take me instead. ❞ ❝ i’ve never felt more alive. ❞ ❝ no…you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea, any idea at all, what you have cost me? ❞ ❝ i used to dream about getting eaten. ❞ ❝ relax. do not think of it as an animal. it is simply a target. ❞ ❝ try to find forgiveness, and we can start something new. ❞ ❝ there is much about me i won’t have you know. ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the term “tempting fate?” ❞ ❝ your memory was a comfort in dark times. ❞ ❝ she meant more to me than you anyway. ❞ ❝ you are not yourself. ❞ ❝ if seeing me dead will make things right, i won’t stop you. ❞ ❝ i’d bow if i could, your majesty. ❞ ❝ then we will go home. to give up this easily, so close to the start… ❞ ❝ only fire when i tell you to fire. ❞ ❝ not my blood. ❞ ❝ nobody’s killed a dragon for hundreds of years. ❞ ❝ are they dead…? oh! not dead! not dead! ❞ ❝ a dangerous beast. we’ll take him down together. ❞

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bloodied knuckles ･ tear stained cheeks ･ rust ･ a busted lip ･ claws ･ fangs ･ a bloody nose ･ chattering teeth ･ a dark space underneath the bed ･ scratching noises on a wall ･ creaking metal ･ fog ･ dancing under moonlight ･ blood dripping lips ･ heavy breathing in the dark ･ a feeling of unexplained dread ･ a figure in a dark corner ･ dirty peeling wallpaper ･ a bloody handprint on the wall ･ sobbing in the dark ･ bite marks on the skin ･ eerie whispers ･ a hood covering a stranger’s eyes ･ the growl of a hidden animal ･ the sound of a blade being sharpened ･ a deep, dark forest ･ walking on the streets alone at night ･ a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ･ eyes darting in paranoia ･ a heavy beating pulse ･ the feeling of being trapped ･ struggling to get out a scream ･ boards covering broken windows ･ a quiet graveyard ･ a gas station in the middle of nowhere ･ a road that never ends ･ heavy fog rolling in ･the scent of blood in the air ･ eerie old photographs ･ walking along train tracks at night ･ a chill going up the spine ･ gathering crows ･ a dusty, dimly lit study ･ mist over a deserted cobblestone street ･ ghost towns ･ shadows around a campfire ･ the sound of chanting ･ church bells tolling ･ an orange harvest moon ･ a broken down carnival ･ a dirty stuffed animal abandoned ･ wiping bloody hands on fabric ･ nightmares ･ waking up in a panic ･ a power outage ･ heavy lightning storms ･ a secret trap door ･ the feeling of being watched ･ fear from trauma ･ a ouija board set out on a table ･ an eerie doll ･ a scream of anguish & pain ･ withered plants ･ a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ･ owl eyes in the dark ･ curled, dead tree branches ･ a ritual altar ･ flickering candles ･ a lantern held up in the dark ･ fear of being followed ･ creaking floorboards ･ repressed, horrible memories ･ clenched teeth ･ soft, echoing piano keys ･ an old book covered in dust ･ many pairs of glaring eyes ･ stumbling in pitch black darkness ･ being stranded in the middle of nowhere ･ tarot cards on a table ･ a trail of blood

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tomahowl

“Straighten your arm. The arrow will not shoot far.”

He’s been trying to teach them how to shoot an arrow from his bow from afar: Head tilted to the side, arms crossed over his chest, lips either smiling or frowning when a right move is made. But after several tries of unsuccessful arrow shoots, Gedon takes action. Unfolding his arms, he crosses the clearing and takes a position close behind them to act as a guide. Forgetting his discomfort with touch in a moment of concentration, he presses against them.

“Higher.” He murmurs as an arm wraps around the underside of their bicep gently, lifting it slightly to get the correct angle. There’s a small nod of approval. “Shoot when you are ready.”

ofysgamor

With a trembling arm, Brynhild knocked the arrow, pulled back on the string, took a deep breath in. The target they were using was stationary, far from the DRAGON she would be taking down in time.

There were places in her tenure as Dragonborn where she did not feel safe taking companions, mercenaries. She could not rely on Aela's bow or on the twins' steel all the time. She would eventually have to slay a dragon ALONE.

With that thought, her arm stilled.

Suddenly, she exhaled, letting go of the bowstring and sending the arrow flying. It arced high, slicing gracefully through the air like a falcon diving for its prey. But as quickly as it took flight, it stopped, embedding in the target. It was in one of the outer rings, far from a bullseye, but it was at least a hit.

" I've never been too good with a bow. But I hope that I will get better than this. "

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@ofysgamor

It was business as usual in the Dead Man’s Drink. Ormr had spent the morning assisting Kust and Runil with their errands, and the afternoon staying around town and keeping an eye on the barracks. While he respected the skills of the warriors who made up the guard, the thought of a captured werewolf had him on edge.

His left hand was wrapped around a metal tankard as he sat on a bench, using the edge of the table as a backrest. Most of the chairs were taken and were too far away from the firepit for his liking, and that way he could keep an eye on the door, which had opened to reveal a slightly familiar face. …Familiar in the same way Runil’s had been. Another veteran. Seems there were less and less of their shared ilk around lately, though most were probably fighting in Ulfric’s war. He wanted to call out, but instead, he stayed quiet. Not everyone wanted to talk about those days, himself included.

ofysgamor

The day had started out just like any other. Brynhild had been on the road for days now, goaded on by rumors of a dragon making his lair in foothills of the Jeralls, finally reached her destination. She had made quick work of the beast, lashing out with both blade and Tongue until he fell dead and his soul was forced into Brynhild's mortal frame.

' I'm getting to old for this, ', she had thought to herself as she made her way down the mountain. She was approaching fifty, and although the soul would sate her wolf, all she wanted to do was rent a room for a straight week and drink herself to sleep. A bath would be nice as well, as she was still covered in the grime of sleeping in her boots and the dark, congealing ichor of the dragon.

So when she entered the Dead Man's Drink, she ignored the patrons, ignored the man sitting in front of the fire who gave her a double-take, and walked straight to the inkeep.

" I'm looking for a room. As many nights as this will get me. And a bath. "

She was escorted to her room, and after the inkeeper told her when her bath would be ready and left, she changed into a tunic and leggings. She exited her room, making note of where it was, and pulled a chair up to the fire, next to the familiar man.