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“Do you need something, or am I free to go now?”

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@valenwccd ;; karliah sc

“i know it’s been a long time, and i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t need a favor. i trust you can still get your hands on... questionable items?”

[briidunviing-a]

🔥——     On the prowl

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     🔥——      Black Marsh was still fairly new area for the fairly   youthful   Breton-disguised dragoness. Briidunviing was already three thousand years of age, a   remnant   of the thrifty dragon cult that used to be in full strength merely couple of thousand years ago. Although she had never truly supported the dragon cult, she at times did long for   power   ... Power her blood demanded, something the Way of the Voice could not grant her. Thus, Ebonhart Pact was like a calling to her --- she could maintain her pacifism, but still   protect   Skyrim & make a difference. Gatherer for the alliance she had become, a provider of goods & materials instead of a soldier on the front lines.

      Sneaking about in the sludge up to her calves in the middle of a swamp, Briidunviing’s   sensitive   senses had detected a pack of guars grazing nearby. Golden optics   carefully   followed her prey’s every movement, bow in hand, arrow ready for ejection. All other world   disappeared   around her, ears only hearkening to the sound of soft splashes one of the guars made. Then, she   charged   behind a bush, an arrow   whistled   through the air --- but not hers. A snap & a violent tug, in a split second Briidunviing herself was   pinned   to a tree trunk by her chest piece, the arrow   barely   missing her shoulder.

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“He’s fine, he’s just laying there.” - neramo

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    It seemed as if the impossible had been done, the towering God letting out an almost bubbly sort of laugh as he watched his apostle and his faithful Clanker. Here, within the walls of his home, Seht seemed more at ease. Perhaps it was their kindred spirits that loosened his anxiety, that was only another mystery he had created. One could hear the bright sound of metal on the floor as the dunmer came closer to the spider that had, almost comically, fallen over.    Perhaps it was comedic in its own way how a God fawned over things made from metal and gears as he did. That, or how a man of his stature kneeled down to gently inspect the spider. He removed his glasses with nimble fingers, tucking them idly behind his ear as one might a pencil, before giving the creature a quick look over.

    ❝ Well, they do not all walk the first time; that would remove the pride we feel. Of course, you are correct; no visible damage, at least. I must congratulate you on your studies, Neramo; your work is, truly, one of a kind. Though, fine he may be, we best not leave him here, hm? ❞

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“when was the last time you ate?” - seht

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   He hadn’t heard his brother enter, mind wandering and skipping from place to place as he scratched away at a scroll. The tips of his fingers had turned a faded shade of black, enough so that it stood out against his already dark skin; whether it was from his tinkering or his writing none could tell. A dark line ran down the bridge of his nose, layers of faded inky fingerprints visible on the bridge of his spectacles, small smears on his cheeks to match.     Sil cocked his head just enough to see his brother before looking back to his work with a small shrug, leaning forward for his hair to fall like a curtain. The soft jingle of his quill shaking away excess ink punctuated the air,    ❝ If one does not feel they require food, it is not needed. ❞

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It was the seventh time she had gotten the faint pulse of life from tuning into that location on the astrolabe which meant it wasn’t just coincide. Each time she logged the coordinates down, there was only a marginal drift that would come back to place-- statistically, that was big.

She placed a hand on the device in thought. Aurelia could define the approximate location within’ the stars-- or where it should be, but not how far or where exactly it was within’ the known dimensions. The breathtaking part was when something had taken control of the apparatus in a blue light, making her simultaneously jerk her hand away and spit it the pen that she was chewing on.

“What--” She paused, grey eyes snapping to light morphing into a pearl-sized dot that was color of the void, slowly growing in size. She whipped back at the notes, holding a finger up as if it was going to halt it from growing. “There shouldn’t be a--”

There had never been a problem that was a portal forming on its own. It was with a roll of her eyes that she knew what was going to happen; it was going to grow until it engulfed a life-form. Aurelia grabbed her rucksack, filling it with some immediate items, wrote a note to her mentor and eagerly stepped in once it reached the appropriate size before the mass overtook anything vital. She stepped in preparing for the worst--a thick layer of solidified arcane armoring her from potential hazards so she wouldn’t be caught by surprise.