Splintered Shields and Shattered Swords

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Share if you want RP to be a friendly activity

Seriously, this is important, I need ALL OF YOU to share this. I need this message to rip though the Tumblr RP community. For those of you who knew me, you know I had to quit RPing a while back. With my new job, I just don’t have time to do it, and that should let you know that what I am taking the time to write to you all is very important. If you read this, and think that what is described here is important, if you think people should feel safe and happy roleplaying, please share it.

A short while ago, someone I hold very dear, who loves to RP on Tumblr got a full inbox from a bunch of cowardly anons telling her her muses and writing sucked - people told her to kill herself. Over TUMBLR RP.

The fuck is wrong with you? First off, you’re a spineless, worthless piece of shit. If you can’t even criticize someone publicly its because you know you suck really bad yourself, so shut the fuck up.

Second, you have nothing better to do than take cheap pot-shots at someone over their RP? This is about having fun, no one is forcing you to read someones stuff, if you don’t like it, walk away. 

If you wanna insult someone, insult me. This is open game, if you think you’re hot shit and can spit it good, come at me, you fucking coward. And if you are going to post to me anon, know that I am laughing at how cretinous, and lowly you are. If you have the balls/ovaries to own up to your senseless bullshit, well, I’ll give you a point for that, then we can get to tearing each other out. 

If you don’t have to guts to come after me, then you are too cowardly to go after anyone else, so lets have it.

If you’ve read this, and you feel you are a decent person, please share it, make sure that as many RPers can see it as possible. The despicable people who did this deserve to know exactly what they are. Thank you

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PLEASE SHARE THIS - this is important and I need all of you to help get it around

Seriously, this is important, I need ALL OF YOU to share this. I need this message to rip though the Tumblr RP community. For those of you who knew me, you know I had to quit RPing a while back. With my new job, I just don't have time to do it, and that should let you know that what I am taking the time to write to you all is very important. If you read this, and think that what is described here is important, if you think people should feel safe and happy roleplaying, please share it. A short while ago, someone I hold very dear, who loves to RP on Tumblr got a full inbox from a bunch of cowardly anons telling her her muses and writing sucked - people told her to kill herself. Over TUMBLR RP. The fuck is wrong with you? First off, you're a spineless, worthless piece of shit. If you can't even criticize someone publicly its because you know you suck really bad yourself, so shut the fuck up. Second, you have nothing better to do than take cheap pot-shots at someone over their RP? This is about having fun, no one is forcing you to read someones stuff, if you don't like it, walk away. If you are going to be that much of a pathetic asshole, then maybe YOU should kill yourself. If you wanna insult someone, insult me. This is open game, if you think you're hot shit and can spit it good, come at me, you fucking coward. And if you are going to post to me anon, know that I am laughing at how cretinous, and lowly you are. If you have the balls/ovaries to own up to your senseless bullshit, well, I'll give you a point for that, then we can get to tearing each other out.  If you don't have to guts to come after me, then you are too cowardly to go after anyone else, so lets have it. If you've read this, and you feel you are a decent person, please share it, make sure that as many RPers can see it as possible. The despicable people who did this deserve to know exactly what they are. Thank you

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SHARE THIS PLEASE - seriously, this is important and I need all of you

Seriously, this is important, I need ALL OF YOU to share this. I need this message to rip though the Tumblr RP community. For those of you who knew me, you know I had to quit RPing a while back. With my new job, I just don't have time to do it, and that should let you know that what I am taking the time to write to you all is very important.

If you read this, and think that what is described here is important, if you think people should feel safe and happy roleplaying, please share it.

A short while ago, someone I hold very dear, who loves to RP on Tumblr got a full inbox from a bunch of cowardly anons telling her her muses and writing sucked - people told her to kill herself. Over TUMBLR RP.

The fuck is wrong with you? First off, you're a spineless, worthless piece of shit. If you can't even criticize someone publicly its because you know you suck really bad yourself, so shut the fuck up. Second, you have nothing better to do than take cheap pot-shots at someone over their RP? This is about having fun, no one is forcing you to read someones stuff, if you don't like it, walk away. If you are going to be that much of a pathetic asshole, then maybe YOU should kill yourself. If you wanna insult someone, insult me. This is open game, if you think you're hot shit and can spit it good, come at me, you fucking coward. And if you are going to post to me anon, know that I am laughing at how cretinous, and lowly you are. If you have the balls/ovaries to own up to your senseless bullshit, well, I'll give you a point for that, then we can get to tearing each other out.  If you don't have to guts to come after me, then you are too cowardly to go after anyone else, so lets have it.

If you've read this, and you feel you are a decent person, please share it, make sure that as many RPers can see it as possible. The despicable people who did this deserve to know exactly what they are. Thank you.

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For You Outlander, Half Price. (( Seryn Nahlron open))

[a-fate-held-in-flame]

  Seryn chuckled as his suggestive comment went over the man’s head. He smirked though, letting grey smoke come out his nose as he spoke in his honeyed words. ” Ah outlander,you have come to the right place. I have plenty of jewelry and finery to choose from.” He picked through the pieces and found a specific ring. Golden metal lacework with a beautiful shining opal in the center. Seryn grinned holding it in his dark, lithe fingers.

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"A fine piece. Mighty Haegr is pleased with your choice, little cousin." The giant man smiled, holding the ring up to the sliver of light that cut through the flap of the tent. "What is the price?"

[splinter-shield-shatter-sword]

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Haegr had gotten quite lost – he had told his friends to meet him at the next inn, but stumbling through Markarth, he had gotten quite lost. Haegr had never gotten used to the stone city, especially at night and drunk on several horns of strong mead; all the buildings ended up looking the same. The powerful man had climbed upwards many times and fallen downwards many times, often with a tremendous crash followed by a grunt of pain and a bellowing laugh.

At some point, he had knocked out a cow for “Insulting the mother of Mighty Haegr! How dare you, tiny bovine!” The cow was not tiny in the least.

Crashing through a wooden door, splinters sent flying through the air by his meaty fists for not opening at his drunken, bellowed command the warrior chuckled to the near-empty room beyond.

“No worries, little cousins! Mighty Haegr has arrived..”

It took him several moments to realize the room was empty, but for four statues of a beautiful women built into the columns, a raised brazer in the center, and niches along the walls holding offerings. Standing next to the glowing fire in the center of the room was a rather astonished woman.

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  The goddess’ lips parted and she could not help but relish in his scent and closeness. With every word from him she blushed a deeper hue of crimson, in fact her entire body was quite warm. Dibella sighed heavily to feel his hand on her hair, and did not stop his attempt to pull her closer. She could feel the heat radiating from his massive body, and wondered if he could also feel hers.

It certainly lit a spark of excitement and curiosity in her to hear of a dangerous kind of love, her mind wandering to all sorts of things. Before she could say anything, however the taste of his lips were upon her, his beard scratching at her soft face as she returned it with agile potency. One of her hands unhooked from the grasp on his arm to trail on his muscled chest as she sucked his tongue and nibbled on his lip playfully while her chest heaved against his arm with every breath.

When she finally broke away, it was reluctant, and left her licking her lips of his taste. “Dangerous, you say?” She repeated his words with a sultry voice, her eyes sparkling up at him. “I must say you have my attention even more so, now.”

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Haegr pulled Diabella close to him, gently, almost lovingly. His eyes sparkled as he looked deep into hers. His hands rested on her shoulders, one stroking her upper arm tenderly.

"Lust is easy, but closeness, real closeness, that is what I mean by dangerous," he said, his tone soft but earnest. That edge of age-old sadness threatened to break through, however Haegr was too close, too intimate for it to break through the warmth of their contact.

"Mighty Haegr has shared a lustful night with many, but a loving night with few. Mighty Haegr has watched too many he loves fade into memory, so he tries not love anymore. But," and he paused, eyes darting as he choose his next words.

Instead, he leaned in for another kiss. It was long, impassioned, but sweet. He held Diabella close to him, legs intertwined, hand caressing her back and thigh. When he pulled away after the long moment, he finished with a smile.

"Haegr would like to love you though."

[a-fate-held-in-flame]

For You Outlander, Half Price. (( Seryn Nahlron open))

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  Seryn came to learn anyone could step into his tent at anytime and had grown accustomed to many people, but this…man was by far the most impressive he had seen. Seryn was trained to have a keen eye for people, size up his customers so he would know exactly what to sell him. Seryn let the purple-grey smoke billow from his nose again as he was obviously looking that huge nord up and down. He liked what he saw and he couldn’t deny that fact.

When the large nord patted him on the shoulder, his lithe dunmer muscles creaked under his meaty palm. It took him a moment to speak, collecting his thoughts. ” Aye for the right price outlander, sure.” Seryn grinned  suggestively with an thin dark arched eyebrow. ” What can I interest you in today, muthsera?” The dark skinned dunmer gesture to his plethora of goods and merchandise. The brightly colored spices, sparkling jewelry, thick warm furs and carapaces.

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Haegr was momentarily taken aback, but recovered with his signature throaty laugh.

"I was not serious cousin! People should not buy other people."

Haegr looked at the jewels, trinkets and furs, scratching his great beard as he did so.

"Mighty Haegr is looking for something to offer someone special."

[a-fate-held-in-flame]

For You Outlander, Half Price. (( Seryn Nahlron open))

Seryn Nahlron sat in his large merchant tent in the large group of trading caravans that were moving through Skyrim together. They were outside of Markarth and it was a particularly rainy, gloomy day. The Khajit guards warmed their paws at the fire while dunmeri, orcish and khajit children listened to elders tell stories of far off lands and ancient legends. Seryn was thankful a orc famliy had enlisted into his caravan, the father was a skilled blacksmith. Seryn listened to the distant blather of politics and gossip as he sat cross-legged in his tent, a thick colorful blanket over his shoulders to keep the chill off. But nothing helped that, Skyrim’s bitter air always nipped at his dark ashen skin and the Valothi wished he didn’t come to this country in the first place.

His deft fingers searched through his wares that were on the vibrantly colored mats beneath him. Pottery he made himself, beads and fine golden jewelry, thick warm blankets, daggers and kitchen knifes, chitin plates and skulls. Various dried fruits, spices, herbs; really anything he can get his hands on he sold for a good price. A long wooden pipe was between his fingers as he looked over his own pottery, unfortunately the clay here in Skyrim was not as good as in Morrowind. He noticed the chips on the outside paint because it wouldn’t stick. The whole tent smell of incense and spices constantly from his ever growing market in the food industry. People,  especially dunmer that miss home, seem to like the food he gets from a provider on Solstiem.

Seryn looked up with his deep red eyes at the tent flap, closed to block out the cold, and wondered if anyone would show up today. It had been a dreary week here and the caravan would have to move soon. Purple, sweet smelling smoke exhaled through his crooked nose and he sighed.

That is when suddenly the flap shuddered, one of his guards opening it for a stranger to walk in. They were able to stand in the large tent before Seryn. He smiled wide, a white toothy grin that billowed smoke. ” Ah outlander, come in everything is for sale. “

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Haegr filled the entire opening of the tent. Behind him, his sullen pack horse pawed at the ground, all the grass already eaten by the caravan's own beasts. He was shirtless as ever, his chest bared to the elements. His extreme physique, battle scars, and massive axe caused the guard holding the flap open to stare almost wide eyed.  Haegr paused at the dark elf's words, brow furrowed for a moment in consternation, before he settled himself inside, sitting cross legged before the merchant. In a deep, powerful voice, he spoke. "Very well, Mighty Haegr will buy you!" Haegr kept his face serious for about eight seconds before he began to burst out in laughter. Reaching out a powerful bear-paw of a hand, he slapped the dark elf on the shoulder.

"You should be more careful with your words cousin! They could get you into trouble!"

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Here you guys go! Seryn pictures for the day! :D Enjoy his sexiness! ALSO! I am changing his background and bio completely to fit him being a merchant instead of a mercenary. He owns a caravan and sells his wares with other caravans that travel through Skyrim. He’s still and ashlander far from his home that can do magic and other combat things but he will be much better at talking to people. Also i gave him longer hair in the back XD His merchant AU is now the actual lore for him and the mercenary will be an au for later on once I get everything settled. He will get along with every kind of character but will be in need of body guards and contacts with the thieves guild mostly :D

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Haegr had gotten quite lost – he had told his friends to meet him at the next inn, but stumbling through Markarth, he had gotten quite lost. Haegr had never gotten used to the stone city, especially at night and drunk on several horns of strong mead; all the buildings ended up looking the same. The powerful man had climbed upwards many times and fallen downwards many times, often with a tremendous crash followed by a grunt of pain and a bellowing laugh.

At some point, he had knocked out a cow for “Insulting the mother of Mighty Haegr! How dare you, tiny bovine!” The cow was not tiny in the least.

Crashing through a wooden door, splinters sent flying through the air by his meaty fists for not opening at his drunken, bellowed command the warrior chuckled to the near-empty room beyond.

“No worries, little cousins! Mighty Haegr has arrived..”

It took him several moments to realize the room was empty, but for four statues of a beautiful women built into the columns, a raised brazer in the center, and niches along the walls holding offerings. Standing next to the glowing fire in the center of the room was a rather astonished woman.

[a-daedras-best-aedra]

  Wiggling her shoulders slightly and moving in closer to his warmth, Dibella crossed one leg over the other, facing Haegr. “Indeed, battle is indeed a fine way to forget all the worlds sorrows and vent any grievance.” She laughed softly. “There is a certain satisfaction from bashing corpses, isn’t there?”

Dibella laughed softly at his next words. “Heh, I bet you do.” She responded by pressing her leg against his for a moment before withdrawing it again. “I’m certain they like your company just as well.” She looked up at him with a smile that quickly faded into a deeper expression of meaning when she saw his own expression peer back at her so. She wished she could read it, and lingered on his features for any sign before asking. “What are you thinking of?”

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He grinned at her even more, leaning forward to whisper, face much nearer to hers.

"I am thinking of how wonderful it was to meet you. I am thinking about how very beautiful you are. There are many things I would like to say to you, many things I would wish to do with you." Haegr leaned forward, one of his paw-like hands caressing the back of Diabella's head, running through her hair, giving her a gentle pressure towards him.

"I am always pleased to share a passionate night with a woman, but Mighty Haegr has found few women he would like to spend the midnight hours with in a closer, more dangerous kind of love. It is your choice."

He finished, face barely an inch away from her own. He leaned in to kiss her.

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Haegr had gotten quite lost – he had told his friends to meet him at the next inn, but stumbling through Markarth, he had gotten quite lost. Haegr had never gotten used to the stone city, especially at night and drunk on several horns of strong mead; all the buildings ended up looking the same. The powerful man had climbed upwards many times and fallen downwards many times, often with a tremendous crash followed by a grunt of pain and a bellowing laugh.

At some point, he had knocked out a cow for “Insulting the mother of Mighty Haegr! How dare you, tiny bovine!” The cow was not tiny in the least.

Crashing through a wooden door, splinters sent flying through the air by his meaty fists for not opening at his drunken, bellowed command the warrior chuckled to the near-empty room beyond.

“No worries, little cousins! Mighty Haegr has arrived..”

It took him several moments to realize the room was empty, but for four statues of a beautiful women built into the columns, a raised brazer in the center, and niches along the walls holding offerings. Standing next to the glowing fire in the center of the room was a rather astonished woman.

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  Dibella let out a soft noise of pleasure, her pride swelling at hearing his words. “You are too kind to say so, Haegr, and yes, Aedroth does mean Divine.” She squeezed his arm tighter. “You are also a marvelous specimen of elite physicality, so large and muscled, like an ox.” Looking back on him, she tried to decipher his mood in order to make him as comfortable as she could in what seemed like and unknown situation for him.

Dibella paused for a while, letting his question sink in. SHe had never been asked about her dreams before, and she certainly did not have an answer ready, hardly thinking about them herself. What would a goddess dream of? She was still thinking, knowing she could not leave him with silence and no answer for long, what kind of host would she be?

"I suppose…I dream of beauty in it’s purest form. Not just the physical kind, but the true compassion of ones heart. Logic and deep meaning, as well. All things have deeper meaning, no matter what appearance they take at first glance, and my desire is to know it. Love, also, all forms of it. Love is indeed the most powerful force on earth, I think. It is able to crumble kingdoms and raze cities to the ground, just as much as it is able to bring peace and elation."

She looked back at him after a moment of thought and a sigh. “What about your dreams?”

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Haegr leans into Diabella, letting her hold his arm more easily. He smiles in the warm firelight, very contented.

"Haegr dreams of fields of battle. It is where he feels most alive. Nothing else matters in battle. All the concerns of the world fall away. It is joy." He looks at her shyly, with a rueful twist to his grin. "Mighty Haegr also dreams of women like you, after all, I do enjoy the company of women. You remind Mighty Haegr of the goddess my mother used to pray to, the Lady Moth." Haegr stares into Diabella's eyes with a deep longing, that could be passion, or a lust for something more warm and slow.

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*Haegr seeing Ira beaten and bruised* Haegr looks down at Ira as she sits in the back corner of the tavern, nursing a tall ale. Berries, cheese and bread sit untouched next to her. His face, initially split in a jolly smile as he had entered the tavern suddenly becomes stormy. He strides up to the table, leaning his muscled bulk over the table. As he leans forward on both hands, the table creaks dangerously. "Little sister," he whispers violently, "does someone need a thrashing?"

Ira looked up at Haegr, smiled weakly then looked back down at her drink before taking a long drink. The Dragonborn gently rubbed her bruised face. ” No I took care of him, thank you Haegr, I just shouldn’t trust men in bed anymore it seems.” She said with a half-hearted chuckle, trying to make the situation seem lighter then it was. ” Why don’t I buy you a drink? hmm?” She waved over the barmaid and got him the biggest mug of ale she could afford.

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  Ira let out a deep sigh, leaning against the table with her elbows and rubbed her bruised face. ” He’s over there.” She pointed lazily with her mug in the direction of a group of four men, one of them a rather large nord. Her voice was weak and she wiped the blood form her nose.

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The whole inn knew what was about to happen only moments before it did. Haegr stalked up to the table with the large nord like storm clouds gathering in the mountains. At the table, the Nord, boisterous and rude with his drunken friends, a Bretonian and two Imperials, stopped their conversation to stare snidely at Haegr, whose bulk shadowed their whole table.  "And just what the hell do you want, shirtless vagabond?" One of the Imperials said with a noble affectation. The Bretonian, however, squinted at the shadowed face of the hulking warrior, and the color began to drain from his face. "Divines save us, he's-" he did not get to finish his sentence, cut off by Haegrs roar. "TINY MAN, DID YOU STRIKE LITTLE SISTER IRA!?!"

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*Haegr seeing Ira beaten and bruised* Haegr looks down at Ira as she sits in the back corner of the tavern, nursing a tall ale. Berries, cheese and bread sit untouched next to her. His face, initially split in a jolly smile as he had entered the tavern suddenly becomes stormy. He strides up to the table, leaning his muscled bulk over the table. As he leans forward on both hands, the table creaks dangerously. "Little sister," he whispers violently, "does someone need a thrashing?"

Ira looked up at Haegr, smiled weakly then looked back down at her drink before taking a long drink. The Dragonborn gently rubbed her bruised face. ” No I took care of him, thank you Haegr, I just shouldn’t trust men in bed anymore it seems.” She said with a half-hearted chuckle, trying to make the situation seem lighter then it was. ” Why don’t I buy you a drink? hmm?” She waved over the barmaid and got him the biggest mug of ale she could afford.

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Haegr sat with an exaggerated slowness, his powerful body quivering with fearsome rage. He took the ale from the barmaid when she came with an uncommonly soft and polite thanks, managing a quick, warm smile that faded to scowl darker than the most fearsome blizzard. He sipped the ale quickly, and set it down, exuding barely-contained violence. "Little sister, you really must understand," he began, voice halting and shaken as he fought to keep from yelling, "Mighty Haegr will find this man, and Mighty Haegr will thrash him. He will break this tiny, mewling worm. Little sister Ira, whom Haegr loves deeply, can tell Haegr where to find him - or Haegr can tear this hold apart, plank by plank, stone by stone.”

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Haegr had gotten quite lost – he had told his friends to meet him at the next inn, but stumbling through Markarth, he had gotten quite lost. Haegr had never gotten used to the stone city, especially at night and drunk on several horns of strong mead; all the buildings ended up looking the same. The powerful man had climbed upwards many times and fallen downwards many times, often with a tremendous crash followed by a grunt of pain and a bellowing laugh.

At some point, he had knocked out a cow for “Insulting the mother of Mighty Haegr! How dare you, tiny bovine!” The cow was not tiny in the least.

Crashing through a wooden door, splinters sent flying through the air by his meaty fists for not opening at his drunken, bellowed command the warrior chuckled to the near-empty room beyond.

“No worries, little cousins! Mighty Haegr has arrived..”

It took him several moments to realize the room was empty, but for four statues of a beautiful women built into the columns, a raised brazer in the center, and niches along the walls holding offerings. Standing next to the glowing fire in the center of the room was a rather astonished woman.

[a-daedras-best-aedra]

  Charmed by the way he looked at her and addressed her, Dibella’s smile spread all the more on her moist lips as one of her shoulders shifted up and she looked away coyly for a moment. Her eyes sparkled as she looked back at him while she clutched his heavily muscled arm closer to her own body. The Aedroth favored this much more, as she could feel the sensation of ease and contentment radiating from him to replace the distressing sorrow that was there moments before.

"I am Dibella, mighty Haegr." She introduced herself with a nod of her golden head. "The Aedroth of this Temple. I am glad to have you here, to be sure." She looked up at him with glittering eyes as a flood of color deepened the blush on her cheeks.

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"I'm not familiar with that word, Aedroth, though I imagine it must mean divine," Haegr said, serious, but still with a hint of rapture. "It would explain your beauty, as fair and fine as the lady Moth, she who is more lovely than all others."

He did not squirm, but sat resolute next to Diabella, strong, yet clearly unsure of himself. Though his years of travel, battle, and revelry, he had known many women, however this intimacy was an unfamiliar realm for him - Haegr had never shared his quiet moments with another, preferring to energize his company.  "What are your dreams of?"

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Open RP - The Wandering Warrior

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  She smiles as she places her hand in his, firmly returning his handshake.  ”I always welcome company on the road,” she assures him, “Especially when I have a long way to travel.”  It was a long way to Dawnstar.

"Nice to meet ya, Mighty Haegr," she added in regards to his name, "M’name’s Anerin."

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"Anerin, that is a good name," Haegr smiles jovially, joining her on the road towards Dawnstar. As he marches on, his horse trods, belabored, at his heels. 

"You seem a warrior cousin Anerin," Haegr inquires over the wind, "Do you have great tales of battle, or the good thrashing of a deserving vagabond perhaps? Mighty Haegr loves such tales!"

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Haegr had gotten quite lost – he had told his friends to meet him at the next inn, but stumbling through Markarth, he had gotten quite lost. Haegr had never gotten used to the stone city, especially at night and drunk on several horns of strong mead; all the buildings ended up looking the same. The powerful man had climbed upwards many times and fallen downwards many times, often with a tremendous crash followed by a grunt of pain and a bellowing laugh.

At some point, he had knocked out a cow for “Insulting the mother of Mighty Haegr! How dare you, tiny bovine!” The cow was not tiny in the least.

Crashing through a wooden door, splinters sent flying through the air by his meaty fists for not opening at his drunken, bellowed command the warrior chuckled to the near-empty room beyond.

“No worries, little cousins! Mighty Haegr has arrived..”

It took him several moments to realize the room was empty, but for four statues of a beautiful women built into the columns, a raised brazer in the center, and niches along the walls holding offerings. Standing next to the glowing fire in the center of the room was a rather astonished woman.

[a-daedras-best-aedra]

  Meeting his intent gaze with her own, the flush upon her cheeks deepened while her eyes seemed to sparkle with an inhuman glimmer as the fire reflected off them. Hearing him speak that made her smile fade into an empathetic frown. Her head tilted to the side, she felt forlorn for him, and could feel his sorrow radiating from him as much as the fire radiated a glowing heat. Dibella disliked seeing anyone with such a dejected expression, and she truly felt sympathy for the man. Leaning towards him, she placed a light kiss on his cheek to sober him up just a little, to wear off the saddening effects of the alcohol and make him contented again.

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The kiss took Haegr by surprise. The touch of her lips, though brief, shot warmth through his body. He found himself smiling again, and his eye twinkled at the kind gesture, his moment of grief now passed.  "You are most kind my lady," he said, slightly embarrassed, and continued, "Mighty Haegr has had very few kisses to compare to that one." He looked deep into her eyes, finding himself now locked to them. He was enthralled by the mystery and seduction, fire and passion, compassion and empathy that he saw in her eyes. His heart began to beat faster, and the glow of the fire was dim compared to her radiance. "Who are you?" 

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you’re open to roleplay the following:

● abuse ( emotional, physical, drug etc.)

● crime ( murder, kidnapping, theft etc.)

● action ( fighting, races, weapons etc.)

● relationships as ( enemies, gangs etc.)

Mostly the third one but sure!