#boriikoormaas

[lifesadogfight]

“Sorry! You dropped this!” [[Lissabelle?]]

[Prompt]

Tommy turned towards the voice, and offered the stranger a small smile. Glancing down at the item in her hands, he raised his brows in surprised and reached out to take it.

“Oh, shit, thanks,” he said, tucking the dagger back into his pack. “Would’ve been hard to learn to use it if I didn’t have it.”

[scalesandsecrets]

👌 [[From any?]]

Send “👌” for my muse’s reaction to yours falling on top of them making them both appear to be in a compromising position.-random number generator away!- Oh my, Si it is then. Px

Really, Nor probably should have been paying better attention as he walked through Winterhold’s streets, but the assassin had been looking forward to getting his task at the college over and done with. As a result he had to admit he was rather lapse in minding his surroundings, which was rewarded in the form of the Argonian being pushed to the ground with another form on top of him. A form that admittedly makes Nor pale a fair bit when he catches sight of the guard armor they were currently wearing.

Truthfully, if the assassin actually had a breath left in his lungs he probably would have cursed. Loudly.

[voraciiousbastard-blog]

♔ [[From any?]]

    Astor had been watching the  Dunmer for a while; though it had taken several drinks to get brave enough to approach him. Perhaps it was some sort of subconscious death wish - interacting with people like this. Surely even in a drunken state he would be able to pick better company. Less dangerous company. But curiosity pushed aside caution. 

   “Tell me – does it give you joy to scare people?”   At this point his words were slurred, body throwing itself down onto the closest empty chair. 

[therunawayscamp]

“I have a good explanation…probably.” [[From any/For any :)]]

Sham swung her hammer thoughtfully between Lidreina and the Runaway Scamp, the latter of whom was now sporting a scratch in the paintwork along her port side.

‘Ah, don’t worry ‘bout it. She’s been through worse. Like that time we let Xisth take the helm and she went jumping over the side ‘cause she saw an interesting rock. Remember that?’

Probably not, actually, as the longer Sham looked at the new Dunmer the less familiar the face was. Her hammer swung slower and slower, until it stopped against her palm.

‘Wait, you ain’t signed on with us, are you?’ She smacked the hammer against her hand, once, heavily. ‘Thinking on it, might cost a bit to cover that. Fifty septims, say. Maybe a hundred. Pay up.’

[wandererfromthenorth]

✿ [[For any, if I'm not too late?]]

✿ Appearance

“Oh, she has the prettiest hair! I’ve always thought red hair was so lovely, curls too. And hers looks so soft,” Halldis smiled, studying the woman further, “She’s really very pretty, and I quite like her eyebrow piercing, it suits her very well I think.”

[boarchasers]

Haaki, who would you rather kiss, Hlenil or Ziril?

‘Under what circumstances would I ever want to kiss either of them? I don’t think Stendarr’s mercy has to extend that far!’

Compelled to give an answer, however, he knots a hand into his hair and glares at the wall.

‘Hlenil, I guess. At least I know what he wants. And, all right, it’s not like I haven’t done it before.’

[wandererfromthenorth]

❝ Such stunning features! ❞ [[From Ziril]]

Halldis turned, eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the stranger. There was something about him that made her wary, and she was not entirely convinced of his sincerity. The Nord shifted uncomfortably, and quickly busied herself with putting the shoeing tools away.

“Is there something I can help you with?” she asked, deciding it was best to simply ignore the comment. She nodded to her right, “Most of the horses are in the paddock, you can go have a look if you like.”

[scalesandsecrets]

borii-koor-maas started following you

A weary sigh as Nor pulls his cloak a bit tighter around his frame, the Argonian attempting to stave off the chill wind that had started up as he paused to stomp off the mud that had collected on his boots. Another sigh as he glances back up at the horizon, yellow-slitted eyes tracing along the various paths that spread out in front of him. The assassin’s destination wasn’t too much farther thankfully enough, Nor just starting to see the beginning touches of civilization as he walked. But given the lateness of the day and the fact that there was still just enough distance between his current position and his destination, the assassin still had to wonder if he would arrive before the darkness of night hit.

The Argonian adjusts his cloak once again, though this time more for the covering effect than against the chill. It wouldn’t do him well for his Brotherhood affiliations to be broadcast if he wanted to return to this place, after all. And he’d better get back to walking if he wanted to make it before nightfall for that matter as well.