#turalamring

[tortulja]

"Lack of ability isn' th' problem 'ere."

[Prompt]

“Then what’s the problem?” The Nord asked, brows furrowed and head tilted at the Bosmer. It must have been something she couldn’t see. If ability wasn’t the issue, then what -- oh. A small frown tugged at the corners of her mouth at her conclusion.

“Oh... you just don’t want to do it, do you?”

[wandererfromthenorth]

@tural-amring: [x]

“I guess I can rule out it jus’ bein’ strange Nord ‘umor, then.” The Bosmer shrugged, leaning back in his chair, and kicked his feet up on an empty chair nearby. Holding his drink in one hand, he cupped the other to the side of his mouth, calling out to the Nord who currently had the floor. “C'mon, tell a bett'r one.”

“Maybe...” Halldis looked from Tural, to the man who’d told the joke, and gave a light shrug. Admittedly, jokes were not her strong suit. There had been plenty of times when had Shadrach told one of his jokes over dinner, and she’d sat there like a stupid lump, while everyone else laughed, “But I’m probably not the best judge to be honest. The bawdier ones tend to go over my head...which I think I prefer.” 

[wandererfromthenorth]

My intelligence 'as been objectively measured. An' been found lackin'.

While everyone else may have had a good laugh, Halldis seemed to have missed something. She glanced at the Bosmer, and shrugged before muttering, “It’s alright...I didn’t get the joke either...”

[brielleroux-archive-blog]

✔✔ ((I know it's been forever since they interacted))

prompt

He’s handsome, even with the scars. I wonder how he got them? 

[vilepuppetry]

@tural-amring liked for a starter

‘Pardon me, sir! Have you seen a pair of legs around here?’

The speaker behind the question proved to be an Imperial lady, emerging from a wooden structure set up beneath Whiterun’s Gildergreen tree. The structure looked rather like a miniature, unfinished stage on stilts; the woman rather like she had lost a fight with a sewing box. Her sleeves, which were patched together from various fabrics, were dotted with pins, and a leather strap held thread bobbins against her wrist, most of which were unravelling. She placed her fingers to her mouth for a moment, thoughtful.

‘Small ones, I mean. Oh, this must sound terribly confusing.’ She held up what appeared to be half a marionette, dressed in the uniform of a legionnaire mage, hanging limp from its strings and missing everything below the waist. ‘They belong to this puppet. I was mending it, and I must have misplaced them.’

[thereluctantwolf-blog]

@tural-amring

‘A course, Harbinger. Wha’ did ya need?

“I came to ask your opinion on something.” It was a delicate subject, but it still had to be handled. And as a wounded party, Tural had a right to ask for certain reparations that the Circle would take into consideration.

“Korgul has returned from family concerns, as you may know. With his return, it is time to decide what we will do about the physical altercations he was involved in before he left. As one of the people he fought, I have come to ask your thoughts on the matter, and wanting to know if there was any punishment in particular you wanted, within reason, so that we may discuss it as a possibility.” 

[dalamusrex]

"D'ya wan' ta kick their asses, 'r shall I?"

“I will let you do it, this time. My boots are already soiled enough with their spit. Why is spitting supposed to be intimidating again? It is disgusting, but not intimidating.”

[themageandthemisanthrope]

They're goin' ta try an' kill us, are'n they?

“Well, let’s see...they’re vampires and I’m wearing Dawnguard armor,” she said, looking over the group. “Also, they’re vampires. That bears repeating. You can fight though, right?”