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[askdevildenmark]

[askyrimnordics]

((Matt’s story is officially started! Any asks will be answered by him and only him! Welcome- to Skyrim.))

[meesta-egg]

Mr Andromeda 6!  He’s a disaster but we like him anyway for some reason 

[ask-waterbender-lukas]

It feels like Matthias wasn't really suited for the rank of captain- how the hell did he pull /that/ off?

The same way anyone else gets a Rank in the military. He earned it.

There WAS a time people didn’t like him in his new rank. Didn’t last long though.

[insiaeme]

“You look a little thirsty.”

With that, she pulls out a Blood Bead, holding it out to the other. “It’s alright, I don’t need it, and you look like you need it more than me..” She hold it outs insistently, quietly urging the other to take it.

“Go ahead....”

@decretiia

[the-wandering-vagrant]

Thunder and Lightning

Powder.

Wadding.

Ball.

Ramrod.

Wick.

Ready.

The steps recounted in his head, clear and concise, one by one without skipping a beat. Powder down the bore, wadding to seat the ball, shot in, pushed with his ramrod, then light the matchlock wick...

Then to kill the man who was about to end his life.

Eyes softly cast upwards, the words fading into the recesses of his mind, ramrod still in his hand, fingers burned and matted with gunpowder and saltpeter. There were no mercenaries now, no bounty hunters, no ninjas or whatever Ionia had sent his way, instead, he sat on a flat stone, sheltered by a cave as he cleaned his matchlock rifle, the grip between his legs to compensate for his missing right arm.

She should be back by now.

A sigh escaped his lips, hands beginning to work the barrel once again. Sky had left almost an hour ago, when the fire was gentle and pulsating with a ghostly orange hue, now they were nought but embers, barely warming the vagrant as he worked his firearm.

Then the rain came.

A drop on a mossy stone at first, then more and more, as if diamonds were falling from the sky, shattering into water as they impacted against roof of the cave. The ghost of a smile played on his features, his view shifting to the sleek, turquoise blade that his beloved had carried so far with.

“It’s raining, Senko. Perhaps we should check on your wielder.”

His smile grew as it pulsated softly in the dim cave, breaths of blue energy escaping from it’s sheath. Eyes then turned to the mouth of his shelter, seeing the rain fall more, every second intensifying.

“Rain...”

“I can’t stand the rain...”

“I came here to get away from the rain...”

@ionian-storm-chaser

[wasure-arashi]

Prepare yourselves...

Yasuo playlist is incoming.