Recent content by Green Dragon

how do you feel about sci fi? space, specifically. ex: Hes an engineer on a starship; invisible, insignificant politically. Youre the child of an ambassador, accompanying your parent on a diplomatic mission to a new alien race the humans have encountered and wish to befriend. youre expected to...

"Thanks", he said awkwardly. He never was good with compliments. To his surprise, Raksharr did not ask anymore questions about his service. The stew was almost done; he mixed in some salt and put the lid back on. It would only be a few more minutes. Then the cat asked if he wanted to go back to...

Styrr put the vegetables in the pot with the rest, and put the lid on it to cook. He crossed his arms, thinking about how to answer that question. He didn't mean to let that slip: he learned quickly to hide his affiliation with the legion. People either became rude, or even downright violent, if...

Styrr grunted, taking out potatoes and chopping them up with practiced movements. "Go on, then", he said. He heard of the twin moons, but he had no idea what importance they held. It didn't take him long to have all the potatoes, carrots, leeks, and garlic chopped up. He deboned the venison...

Styrr didn't know how to react. Sure, he had heard of the return of the dragons, but hd hadn't seen one himself. He looked away, trying to find the right words. He never was great with other people's emotions. Not that he didn't care, he just had no idea what he was supposed to do. "That's...

Styrr didn't notice Raksharr sneaking, he was too focused reading. His parents had some...interesting news. He had just finished reading the letter, taking it in, and was standing to put his things away. It wasn't hard to figure out which drawer and desk were his. That wouldn't do for his...

Styrr remained quiet as it was decided he would room with Raksharr. He supposed he couldn't escape the eager boy either way, the students living in the same tower and all. He gathered his stuff-his imperial heavy armour, and his steel battleaxe-and shoved it in a leather duffle bag. He followed...

Styrr stopped at the beginning of the stairs, staring at the sneaky Khajiit. He rose an eyebrow as the cat gave excuses, and offered to take him to the Dean. He shrugged, and motioned for him to lead the way. He wasn't too bothered. He followed him into the main hall, where the Breton woman was...

Styrr felt the winds dissipate against his hold. He didn't fight it; he was ready for the day to end. Tolfdir complimented them, and let them have a break while he went on to encourage the other students. Styrr heard Raksharr speak. "Yeah, you too", he said, still mildly annoyed. He was good at...

The cat closed his eyes, focusing on his task. Styrr crossed his arms, just wanting this to be over with. He felt the wind become more intense, as if it wasn't cold enough! He delt with it, working on his part until he heard Tolfdir shout. The wind was getting out of control. It wasn't quite...

Styrr looked up at the sound of a voice, and then down as he remembered he was the tallest one there. A young cat had approached him, offering to pair up. He shrugged: better than standing there awkwardly. "I'm Styrr", he said, his dark eyes examining the young Khajiit. The cat was practically...

Styrr ruffled his nose against the chill, pulling his hood closer to his face. He must have been one of the few nords who hated the cold, and these school robes weren't as warm as he'd like. He felt so exposed without his armour. "Ah, Styrr, are you still with us? This part is important", the...

Held in the province of Skyrim, we are based mainly in the college of winterhold: a powerful school dedicated to the study and teaching of magic. The school holds much more power and importance in this setting than it ever did in game, including the investigation and advisement on all matters of...

Okay then, thank you!

Ah okay. So do other random people just not reply as a matter of course then, or is the thread locked in some way only to allow the first two posters to reply?