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Aela felt the blood thinning in her veins, pooling back into a sea of vibrant clarity as the Forsworn's body slumped along the jagged metal that bit through his chest and sliced the crooked obsidian arteries. Their scattering pulses spluttered into stillness. "Hmmph." The Huntress' hum was low...

Aela's victory was short-lived; the tides of battle may have favoured her and the khajiit, but the majority of the blood-seeking servants of the Old Gods had sought the dawnguard first, and he'd faced the greater number. Unsurprising, his armoured heavyset frame would instil the most threat--and...

Aela's arrows continued in their relentless discharge, the fury of the wilds carving through the winds with a whistling almost reminiscent of a wolf's grow. She'd planned to keep up the assault for as long as possible; well this was it. The khajiit danced a deadly routine through stray bone saws...

Aela danced back as the tingling of a stray, purring voice tickled the undersides of her ears. With the former blood-rage red peeling back into cunning calculation, she now noticed the spectator supplanted beside the rock. She grimaced, both resolute in the face of the roaring horde and off-put...

Aela's swiftness with the blade and agile ferocity earned her the upper hand in a contest of dazzling skill that plied her strengths against his, silver on skyforge steel clashed in a sparkling match of wills. The dawnguard warrior was pushed back, taking strikes that spelled his end if...

Aela's eyes flashed with the briefest panic, her shot was robbed by a blind bolt she dashed aside to avoid. The whistling soared past keen ears and the silver-tip embedded within a towering tree just inches away, the shower of splinters a grim reminder of the power of Dawnguard technology. In...

The misty silence that blanketed the Reach's plains was deafening. So deafening that the piercing winds now rent asunder by a soaring bolt was a high-pitched whistle that burrowed into Aela's skull like the bell's of Whiterun. Time itself seemed to distort, her eyes stretching through the veil...

Okatsu's smirk twinkled into her eyes as the heat of Ezrin's flame bathed her hands in a warm comfort. "Thank you, Erzrin." Her gratitude was earnest, her hands had been freezing clutched to the cool wooden bow in her frenzied training volley. Even this slight warmth was a blessing. "There's...

Aela smiled mirthlessly, the carved wooden bow was weightless in her hands. "The Forsworn are as likely to butcher you as they are me, Dawnguard." She hit back with a tint of venom, strands of red hair fluttered in the wind shielding the vampire hunter from her glare. "But only one of us has the...

I'll get another post up tomorrow!

Markarth’s claustrophobic bustle made the Huntress sick. She missed the cheerful presence of Whiterun’s market, the beating of Eorlund’s hammer upon the twinkling skyforge, the rascal children zipping about the beautiful streets with happiness and excitement. This "City" was more a glorified...

I don't mind it being Aela. It makes the most since to be either her or one of the two vampires

It strikes me that if the Dragonborn accomplished their defeat of Alduin, there's three canon NPC Blades out there. And pfft, Decimus and Aela will get along just fine. Ex-Thieve's Guild meets ex-Companion, what could go wrong? It's not like an ex-Dawnguard meeting a werewol... wait.

I think Aela would most likely be near Markarth, acting as some mercenary for whoever's Jarl. She's banished from Whiterun but still seeking a safe outlet for her werewolf blackouts, who better than the forsworn to rip into?

Name: Aela Age: 30 Gender: Female Race: Nord Title: The Fallen Huntress Clairvoyant Status: Yes Personality: Aela is exactly what one would expect of a lycanthropy-possessed Hircine worshipper. Cold, calculated, ruthless and cunning. She acts in life as she does in the hunt, with a...

Oh! Guild questlines never got the Dragonborn's aid? I'm thinking of taking up Aela, then. Without the Dragonborn's influence the Companions would be in severely dire straits. Skjor and Aela were far more violent with their lycanthropy than the other Companions. When the Silver Hand kills...

Hmm, this looks cool! It's been a while since I played Skyrim, but I'm into the idea of using a canon character. Well, off I go to the wiki to find someone to possess!

Azula's hand shot out to sweep her brother's fire from the Avatar's mysteriously oversized beast, wincing slightly as the flames came dangerously close to an off-guard Azula who couldn't use her feet or agility when mounted atop Appa's tail. With a break in Zuko's assault, sh perched herself...

"Are you leaving with the other refugees?" Okatsu asked, a small frown pulling on cold cheeks. She offered a warm grin as the other woman took her hand, earning a small squeeze from the young noble. "I've not decided if I want to go..." She caught her own indecision with a gentle shake of the...

I am ready for everything to go horribly wrong in this roleplay 👀