@Vorar sorry, been busy with work. It's all good, i'll have to put in a word to twig to add you but currently she's working atm.
@AssassinaMystica and yep, it is still open!
OOC~ it's all good man, you dont need to worry about respond if you're busy ;D
Triyan, as clunky and loud as his armor was, was excellent at spotting the 'vents' in which dwemer spiders and spheres would activate and crawl out from, and with a flick of his wrist laid different elemental runes...
Okay. Well my character and Mimi's character are in Avanchzel (the Rift). Rook, Mr Jake, and Rufus are all in Riften atm. Another character of mine is on the road in the middle of the Jerral mountains, currently under attack by twig's werewolf dude. So that give you an opportunity to come across...
He wrinkled his nose. Bosmer and their hippie one-with-nature-ness. But he didn't insult her or make another quip, instead opting to idly look over the tell-tale Dwemeri pillars that marked the entrance to the ruins. "Thank you." He said, though the gratitude sounded rather forced on his end...
"Triyan Noliro." He said, tucking his arms behind his back (rather awkwardly, what with the thick armor and all) and followed after her. "And no thanks." She seemed kind enough, but until she saved his life or something he was still on the fence of whether he should trust her or not. He knew...
Cecilia only had a war axe in terms of weapons beside spells, but she wasn't sure if she'd have enough time to kill the beast before the spell would wear off. But she wasn't willing to chance it. She instead turned and jogged up to her herd, ushering them on all the while glancing over her...
"I wouldn't call myself something as refined as a scholar." He drawled dryly at her quip about him being a scholar. "I simply find Dwemer ruins and machinations fascinating."
Triyan, under the Dwarven helmet, had a look of shock and indignant on his face. This impotent girl though she could...
He tucked the Lexicon into a relatively small knapsack he had, just in case this one got a little grabby. He was on guard as well, and glanced down briefly at the fox that loitered around his feet. He hated asking others for help, but in this case, he had no other idea. He wasn't all too...
Cecilia's original intentions were to usher her flock to Helgen- but after crossing the border, so learned from a courier that Helgen had been destroyed by a dragon. It was a damned shame, especially since she already purchased a large plot of land in the town for her herd. So she decided to try...
Cecilia Valius-
| Female, Imperial | Shepherdess | Green Robes | Steel War Axe | Alteration, Illusion, One-Handed |
| Hailing from Cyrodiil, Cecilia takes the frigid weather as a challenge to raise her flock in the frozen tundras of Skyrim. |
Balder Solemn-Brow-
| Male, Nord | Ancient...
OOC~ Sorry for the slow start, I've been working since last wednesday and i'm exhausted, eugh. Have to work later today too
Triyan noticed a bosmer huntress off the path- but she didn't seem like a bandit, as bandits generally traveled together. So he just assume she was a hunter, and...