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Iselin | 37 | Imperial Talented necromancer and enchantress Faceclaim: Katie McGrath I track the crackedfacade tag

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Ten Things I Hate About You

Compiled from here and here.

“Make anyone cry today?”

“Sadly, no. But it’s only four-thirty.”

“It’s not everyday you find a girl who’ll flash someone to get you out of detention.”

“Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

“Just ‘cause you’re beautiful, that doesn’t mean that you can treat people like they don’t matter.”

“I don’t like to do what people expect.”

“No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, no ritual animal slaughters of any kind.”

“Tell me something true.”

“Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?”

“We’ll dance, we’ll kiss, we’ll come home. It’s not quite the crisis situation you imagine.”

“Well, maybe you’re not afraid of me but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked, huh?”

“You don’t buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.”

“Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.”

“Wow, is this what a bar looks like?”

“’Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns.’ That’s a direct quote.“

“I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!”

“You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that?”

“I dazzled him with my… wits.”

“You don’t always have to be who they want you to be, you know?”

“Tempestuous?”

“I believe ‘heinous bitch’ is the term used most often.”

“But imagine the things he’d say during sex.”

“Why do girls like that always like guys like that?”

“What if she never starts dating?”

“This from someone whose diary is devoted to favorite grooming tips?”

“But she doesn’t want to date.”

“You’re not helping.”

“You’re asking me out. That’s so cute. What’s your name again?”

“You wanna go out with him?”

“That guy? I heard he ate a live duck once. Everything but the beak and the feet.”

“How ‘bout your sex life?”

“ You’re gonna pay me to take out some girl?”

“ I can’t take a girl like that out on twenty bucks.”

“ Do you even know my name, screwboy?”

“I have the potential to smack the crap out of you if you don’t get out of my way.”

“You hate me don’t you?”

“My insurance does not cover PMS.”

“What? You don’t think I’m pretty?”

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“Nothing specific, no,” he replied, looking away from the woman to examine the room further. “I was told of this place by a customer at my tavern and thought I might come look in. See how things go, perhaps figure out pricing and things." 

Igor turned his eyes from a shelf of rebound books and focused on the woman behind the desk again.

"How rude of me, my name is Igor,” he said, bowing his head, linking his hands behind his back as he did. “What may I call you?”

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If he was running a tavern, why we he need to figure out pricing of books? Regardless, she stepped away from her desk and went over to one of the many shelves before she ran her finger along the spines of a few books. 

When he introduced himself, Iselin turned towards him with a faked smile. “Nice to meet you, Igor. I am Iselin Amell,” she told him, but didn’t offer to shake hands with the man.

“Might one of these interest you?” she asked, having stacked a few books on her arm, she returned to her desk and spread them out for him to look at. Among the books were an old copy of Liminal Bridges - neatly bound in crimson leather, a copy of A Tragedy In Black - bound in black leather with an intricate gold design along the spine, as well as a few restored journals. Next to the small selection of books was Iselin’s own grimoire, bound in black with a gold sigil on the front and gilded corners and pages, and she proceeded to move the book into the top drawer of her desk. 

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"You are feeling alright, yes? Perhaps you are tired."

She groaned massaging her temple with her left index and middle finger and listened to him talk with closed eyes. “I wish that was the case,” she chuckled dryly and reluctantly opened her eyes so she could look at him, “‘Tis but a headache, it will pass,” she added with what was supposed to be a reassuring smile.

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"I see where this is going. Downhill. And quickly, too"

“I feel inclined to agree,” Iselin said and took a sip of her tea, looking at the young man running from what she could only assume was his mother, keeping a table between himself and her rolling pin at all times.

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"You are feeling alright, yes? Perhaps you are tired."

Iselin let out a light chuckle and nodded in silent agreement. “Had to work late last night,” she told the woman as she put the last books on an empty shelf. “A customer came in late with a torn up book and said it was very important I finished rebinding it for his niece‘s birthday today, and I ah-… “she cut herself off with an apologetic smile and looked at Halldis, “I doubt you came here to hear me ramble on, I apologize. How may I help you?”

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#010 Magnus

Iselin gave birth to a boy eleven years ago, when she herself was 26, and named the boy Magnus. At the time of his birth Iselin had already worked at the Scriptorium for a few years, which allowed her a little more freedom regarding her son. She would often bring him with her to work and would combine work with schooling.

Magnus is mostly home schooled and taught by Iselin herself, with a few exceptions of those she worked with when he was younger. Because of this, he is already a rather well-red, well-spoken, polite and quiet young lad.

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Dragon Age: Origins Sentence Starters

"You are feeling alright, yes? Perhaps you are tired."

"How will you ever learn to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?"

"Has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear?"

"I have no wish to be placed upon a pedestal!"

"I am a woman and I reserve the right to be inconsistent!"

"Is my being upset so hard to understand? Have you never lost someone important to you?"

"That’s a most offensive odor!"

"There’s no fool like a drunken fool."

"Just give me one sodding moment."

"I hate you so much!"

"Know what I do to relieve tension?"

"You’re telling me you never gave your blade the ‘ol spit shine?"

"Don’t you ever talk? You know, make polite conversation just to put people at ease?"

"I’m cold. And it’s indoors. This is so wrong."

"Have you ever licked a lamppost in winter?"

"I’m sure you can land yourself a proper husband if you just show a bit more skin."

"I could watch you fight all day long—the skill you display, the form, how the light plays on your muscles… I mean… yes. Well done. With the fighting."

"The Eves are a lithe, pointy-eared people who excel at poverty"

"You’re… some kind of… sneaky… witch thief!"

"Either you have an enviable memory, or a pitiable life, to know nothing of regret."

"Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive."

"Now we threaten priests? How fun!"

"Books, books, books, is that all the mages do with their time here?"

"Apparently you can get your desire and still suffer horribly. ‘Tis truly a lesson for all who consider marriage."

"This is ridiculous. You cannot expect me to rest on a floor sticky with blood"

"Have I ever mentioned I can’t swim?"

"The good thing about mages, I find, is that they die much like any other. You need to worry about what happens before that."

"I have faith in my friends well enough. Faith that they will one day stab me in my back."

"I see where this is going. Downhill. And quickly, too"

"That is a sexy sword, and I must have it."

"I don’t think we’re alone. I really don’t think we’re alone.”

"They say you can get anything here. I once got pick-pocketed."

"Why do they call it a ‘brothel?’ There’s no broth. Or is there?"

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#009 Blood Magic

Over the years Iselin has perfected something she will refer to as blood magic; the use of someone's life force to fuel spells or the caster. Contrary to popular belief, this so called blood magic doesn't belong in just one school of magic. The reason for this is because Iselin has used principles from many different schools.

She started by studying a vampire's ability to drain the life of someone, and by applying the principles for a novice level Alteration spell she soon mastered the two spells. By applying what she had learned to the school of Conjuration magic she was able to take control of living forms, small at first, then larger and larger until she was able to turn even humans against their own will. 

This knowledge is something she will most often refuse however, as people tend to view her practices as even worse than necromancy. 

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made with this and this

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Binding Souls and Spines [Iselin, Igor]

Igor had been told about the business by a customer at the pub. A Scriptorium. A place where they mended books. Now, he couldn’t be certain they had any books for sale, but he did have books that he wouldn’t mind being mended. For now, however, he intended to browse. To get a feel for the place.

The Nord entered the shop quietly, taking a deep breath, enjoying the thick scent of books that filled the room. A quick glance around gave him the basic layout of the room, and his eyes fell on a woman close to the entrance.

"Evening," he said, offering her a smile. "This is the scriptorium, aye? I’ve been told you repair books. Do you perhaps… sell any?"

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Iselin was seated at her desk currently working on an old copy of Night of Tears, giving it a new binding and reattaching the pages to the spine. When she heard someone enter the Scriptorium, she simply glanced up, but didn’t pay much attention to him – not until he spoke. Then she looked up at him again and stopped working on the book.

“Mhmm,” she replied and nodded. Iselin paused and tilted her head slightly, quickly taking in as many details about this man as she could. “This is not a bookstore, but depending on the subject we might have one or two books for sale. On occasion people forget their books here, and we don’t have the time or manpower to track down the owners so we just keep them here,” she explained briefly as she stood up. “Was there a particular book you were looking for, or just something within a certain subject?” she asked looking over at him.

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Blood, Dirt and A Heartbeat [Vlad/Drac/Iselin]

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Vlad paused, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth as he thought.

"I’m unsure as to whether or not they are native to Hjaalmarch, but they do seem to grow quite well in that particular area," he replied, and took the Nightshade from her with one hand, and held out the Deathbell with the other, in case she wished to inspect it as she had the other.

"As I tell most everyone I meet — knowing alchemy is important. Even a small amount of knowledge can assist one in everyday life. Or when it matters most - and life and death hang in the balance."

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"Well, I try to actively avoid life-or-death situations, but I see your point," she let out a short chuckle before she gently plucked the Deathbell from his hand. It was a beautiful flower, and it was then as she studied the plant in her hand that an idea came to her. She had never been one for alchemy, but this man obviously was.

"Do you think that, maybe you could teach me?" she asked, tilting her head as she looked up at him and handed the Deathbell back to him. 

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Blood, Dirt and A Heartbeat [Vlad/Drac/Iselin]

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"They do many things," Vlad began with a broad grin, “not only are they lovely flowers, but they’re also quite deadly. Mostly used in poisons, as it damages not only one’s health, but their magicka and stamina as well. It can also be combined with other ingredients to stiffen joints, which makes it quite useful if you wish to disable an opponent quickly."

The vampire tucked the rest of the Nightshade into a satchel before he pulled another flower out. This one was light purple in color, and shaped like a rather delicate bell.

"In fact, when mixed with Deathbell, like this one," Vlad said and held up the flower, “it not only damages one’s health greatly, but makes them more vulnerable to poison."

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She listened intently as he spoke, idly twirling the flower between her index finger and thumb, glancing down at it. To think such a pretty little thing could be used for harm.

Iselin returned her attention to Vlad when he pulled out another type of flower. She had seen Deathbell flowers around Morthal, which is what she told him: "I have seen these, quite a lot of them, in Hjaalmarch. Are they native to that Hold, or do they just... prefer the moist soil there?" she asked, since she couldn't recall having seen them grow in numbers anywhere else.

She handed him the Nighshade and tilted her head to inspect the Deathbell closer, however she didn't take it from him like she had done with the other flower.

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Warden cleared his throat to get the necromancer's attention and when she turned he bowed. "Pardon my intrusion, ma'am," he said and grabbed her hand, placing a gentle kiss upon the back of it. "It would seem the grey mages wished for us to meet in such a manner."

Iselin turned around to face the stranger and quirked her brows at him expectantly. She listened to what he had to say, and what he did next surprised her. “Well, I assume they could have wished for a lot worse," she stated before she flashed him a warm smile. “Regardless, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Iselin."

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Blood, Dirt and A Heartbeat [Vlad/Drac/Iselin]

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The look Iselin was given at the news of potentially ruined flowers would best be described as a sincere disappointed pout. However, when the thrall moved and then returned with a handful of flowers, he brightened up.

"Why, Drac, look," he said and nudged his companion with a foot. “The thrall knows how to retrieve and flatter."

Drac glanced over his shoulder and wrinkled his nose slightly at the state of the thrall’s face.

"Explains the smell," was all he said as he turned back to face the gravestone. Vlad chuckled and took the flowers from the thrall before looking over at the woman and bowing.

"My name is Vlad, ma’am," he said and then nodded towards the other male. “The mopey one is Drac. Ignore him; he doesn’t get enough sleep."

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When Vlad had picked the flowers he needed, Tristan simply dropped the chunk of dirt and took his place at Iselin's side. "Well met, Vlad. I'm Iselin, and this is Tristan," she said with a smile. With the introduction done with she had the thrall return to the gaping grave and retrieve his shovel so that they would actually get done with the business at hand.

The necromancer returned her attention to the two men and took a few steps closer to Vlad, "May I?" she asked and motioned to the flowers in his hand before she gently pulled one from his grasp. She held the flower up for closer inspection and studied its delicate form.

"I have never been one for alchemy, but I assume you are since you're here gathering these," she began still looking at the flower and she paused, looking up into his eyes, "What exactly do these do?"

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Blood, Dirt and A Heartbeat [Vlad/Drac/Iselin]

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"Bit obvious, really," Vlad replied with a small smile. “Pretty woman out in a cemetery at night with a smelly chunk of man meat digging up graves." He shrugged at her and then glanced over at the thrall. Ah yes, that would be the reason for the smell, now wouldn’t it.

At her question, Drac raised a hand - clutched within his grasp were a few nightshade flowers. Vlad looked over at him and motioned towards the flowers before turning his attention back to the woman.

"Here for a few ingredients," Vlad explained with a casual shrug. “Deadly little plants seem to grow best in cemeteries. That and mourners often leave them behind."

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The necromancer let out a short chuckle, knowing full and well he was right  and she nodded. When Drac raised his hand she turned her attention to him, and the flowers he he was holding and furrowed her brows.

"A shame you didn't come earlier, for there was a sizable bush of those flowers on that grave," she told Vlad and motioned to the gaping hole int he ground. She turned to look over her shoulder to scout the mound of dug up dirt, and let out a short 'Ah' when she spotted a chunk of top layer grass with a few intact flowers. Iselin didn't need to say anything, or even signal the thrall before he shuffled over to retrieve said chunk of grass and held it out towards the vampire. "Must be your lucky day, it would seem some of them survived,"