Just a Halfling

Carith Joraine, at your service. If there's something you want to know, you've come to the right place. // RP blog for my Skyrim OC. FC is Kim Noorda. Please see About page.

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» a game of thrones sentence meme

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

❝ A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. ❞

❝ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. ❞

❝ Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid? ❞ 

❝ That is the only time a man can be brave. ❞ 

❝ Fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ 

❝ Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. ❞ 

❝ Winter is coming. ❞ 

❝ When you play the game of thrones you win or you die. ❞ 

❝ The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ 

❝ If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. ❞ 

❝ Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it. ❞ 

❝ The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that. ❞ 

❝ Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities. ❞ 

❝ What is honour compared to a woman’s love? ❞ 

❝ We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. ❞ 

❝ That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞ 

❝ Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side? ❞ 

❝ When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. ❞ 

❝ And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things. ❞ 

❝ If I look back I am lost. ❞ 

❝ Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you. ❞ 

❝ Nothing burns like the cold. ❞ 

❝ Laughter is poison to fear. ❞ 

❝ Every flight begins with a fall. ❞ 

❝ What do we say to the Lord of Death? ❞ 

❝ Not today. ❞ 

❝ Oh, my sweet summer child. ❞ 

❝ Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. ❞ 

❝ Just so. ❞ 

❝ Life is not a song, sweetling. ❞ 

❝ Give me honourable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I’ll sleep more easily by night. ❞ 

❝ The things I do for love. ❞ 

❝ Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. ❞ 

❝ A bruise is a lesson… and each lesson makes us better. ❞ 

❝ The man who fears losing has already lost. ❞ 

❝ There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man. ❞ 

❝ I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one. ❞ 

❝ A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot. ❞ 

❝ A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is. ❞ 

❝ If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him. ❞ 

❝ I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. ❞ 

❝ There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. ❞ 

❝ You can’t hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn’t mean it’s useless. ❞ 

❝ The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. ❞ 

❝ Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones? ❞

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[thehxlfling]

Common Interests

[kohledrogue]

thehxlfling:

RP with @kohledrogue

Carith rose early in the morning, as she always did, to the sound of the birds chirruping outside her window, and to the sight of the morning sun streaming over the rooftops of Solitude, red as blood, and just as warm. Standing at her bedroom window, nursing a steaming cup of coffee, and considering the day that lay before her. Appointments in the morning, and a free afternoon, to do with what she would. Lovely. She smiled against the lip of her cup. Her first appointment was with an Ayalea Verdakrov. And it wouldn’t be too long before she arrived. Ayalea’s business, she had been told, concerned someone in Solitude; their meeting promised, then, to be an interesting one.

She readied herself for the day ahead at quite a leisurely pace, pausing now and then to lounge about. After all, Cartih Joraine wasn’t in the habit of rushing around like a headless chicken for anyone. And, as a result, when she finally told her guards that they could let in her guest, if and when she had arrived, she was already running a few minutes late for her first appointment. Not that one could guess from her nonchalance.

Once in her study, waiting for Ayalea, she seated herself on the edge of her desk, and poured herself an early goblet of wine. Some would say wine and work did not mix well; Carith begged to differ.

She disliked having to involve others with her contracts, but reluctantly she admitted to herself she needed help. Her target, a Nord nobleman named Jurgek, had gone missing a short while ago, and no one had any idea what happened to him. She’d known the man from her own days as a noble, and he was despicable; it came as no shock to her that few people cared about his absence. It would’ve been easy to simply write him off as dead and gone, but she had a reputation to keep, and if by chance he showed back up, her client would be a little less than pleased. 

Ayalea had already done the work of going through his home and found nothing out of the ordinary. No evidence of a struggle and nothing to show he had even left. A great deal of clothes were there, as well as valuables a nobleman as greedy as Jurgek would never leave behind; she helped herself to a few small items and made a mental note to return after she’d found him.

Delvin had mentioned Carith Joraine to her before, said the woman had herself a network of sort and was fed information from all across the country. He always seemed to know of any illicit business going on in Skyrim. She waved off his suggestion back then believing it was better to find things out for herself, but she’d hit a dead end. She needed help, and this woman was the only person she could think of that might be able to point her in some direction.

She arrived around the time agreed upon and waited to be let through by the woman’s guards. If she felt the need to protect herself, she had to have been at least decent at what she did. They directed her to the study where a woman she could only assume was Carith was already waiting and drinking wine. 

“I take it you’re Carith,” Ayalea said, taking a few steps passed the door and into the room. 

[thehxlfling]

Carith looked up as a young Nord woman was shown into the study. Her hair was as pale as ash, and her eyes were a piercing blue, framed by a dark line of kohl; altogether, she commanded attention, and looked quite unusual. The half-elf took a moment to size her up.

“I am,” she replied, smiling, and getting to her feet. She held her goblet delicately, running the pad of her thumb around its rim, and, as she spoke, lifted it slightly in the air. A solitary toast. “The one and only.” She took a sip. “And you must be Ayalea. Wine?”

Gown swishing as she moved around the desk to take a seat, Carith cleared her throat, and gestured to the seat across from hers. She refilled her own goblet, and moved the crystal decanter across the desk towards Ayalea, a pleasant smile curling on her lips. In that moment, she looked perfectly harmless. Perfectly sweet and innocent, golden-haired, wide, translucent eyes free of malice, and looking plainly at her visitor.

“Now. How can I help you?”

[antigonick]

I heard a dark prediction rising in my own body.

Louise Glück, excerpt of Saint Joan (via bhalbers)

[thehxlfling]

Common Interests

RP with @kohledrogue

Carith rose early in the morning, as she always did, to the sound of the birds chirruping outside her window, and to the sight of the morning sun streaming over the rooftops of Solitude, red as blood, and just as warm. Standing at her bedroom window, nursing a steaming cup of coffee, and considering the day that lay before her. Appointments in the morning, and a free afternoon, to do with what she would. Lovely. She smiled against the lip of her cup. Her first appointment was with a person named Ayalea. And it wouldn’t be too long before she arrived. Ayalea’s business, she had been told, concerned someone in Solitude; their meeting promised, then, to be an interesting one.

She readied herself for the day ahead at quite a leisurely pace, pausing now and then to lounge about. After all, Cartih Joraine wasn’t in the habit of rushing around like a headless chicken for anyone. And, as a result, when she finally told her guards that they could let in her guest, if and when she had arrived, she was already running a few minutes late for her first appointment. Not that one could guess from her nonchalance.

Once in her study, waiting for Ayalea, she seated herself on the edge of her desk, and poured herself an early goblet of wine. Some would say wine and work did not mix well; Carith begged to differ.

[thehxlfling]

{{ Green Tea, Cappuccino Mocha and Jasmine Tea :D

Thanks for the ask!!

Green Tea: How tall are you?

Mun: 5′6″? I think?

Carith: 5′11″

Cappuccino: What’s your middle name?

Mun: Deanna Charmaine

Carith: None

Mocha: Dream job?

Mun: I’d love to be a writer, making money from my stories and poetry.

Carith: She doesn’t really have one. In terms of career, she isn’t awfully ambitious. All she cares about, really, is control and power - and she has plenty of both in her current job.

Jasmine Tea: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

Mun: Ah, there are so many places I want to go to... But lately, I’d really felt like visiting Skye. I just think it’s so beautiful there. I’d love to explore the Fairy Pools, and the mountains.

Carith: Carith has the money to go wherever she wants, really. It isn’t the cost of travel and accommodation that holds her back from going where she wants to go, but, rather, the ghost of her mother. Carith would love to see the Summerset Isles for herself, but feels unable to go there. Her mother is long gone, but her memory still lingers in Carith’s mind, and the woman terrifies her. Going to her mother’s home country, from which she was exiled, seems like dishonour against her mother.

[thehxlfling]

Pumpkin Spice and Iced Cafe Mocha

Thank you!

Pumpkin Spice: Dream car?

Mun: I don’t really have one? I don’t particularly care about cars. One that gets me from point A to point B is just fine.

Carith: Carith’s dream car would probably be something like a Jaguar, or an Aston Martin DB9. That kind of classy, don’t-mess-with-me look. In black, of course.

Iced Cafe Mocha: Favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Mun: Read, or derp about online. Sometimes I like to write, too, depending on how my muse is behaving. If it is at all. And nothing can beat some TV and cuddles with the boyf.

Carith: She reads, mostly. She sometimes organises her alchemy lab and makes a few poisons, like the adorable flower she is,

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Cafe Asks ☕️

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? Mocha : Dream Job? Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game? Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? Green Tea : How tall are you? Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? Mint Tea : How do you relax? Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? Italian Soda : Describe your dream date Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

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