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The bickering was getting tiresome. And there seemed to be more people showing up by the minute. The longer they all stayed here, the easier it would be for them to be found. And Savina valued living. "If we linger here any longer, we are all going to caught and probably killed. I suggest...

The wolf woman seemed no danger to Savina at the moment. She had no qualms with any of them. She just wanted to stay out of trouble for now, or for as long as she could. She continued to listen to the others speak. She had nothing to say at the moment, and wanted to stay quiet so she could...

Savina was quite amused by the two before her. She shrugged. "Being a fugitive seems like a new sort of adventure. I was getting rather antsy." A fugitive, it was quite laughable. The young Breton used a light spell to light up the cave, trying to find a good spot to make herself comfortable...

It was her fault really, she should have been more cautious and aware of her surroundings. Savina could feel the cold tip of the dagger upon her throat.She watched as the woman brought up a finger to her mouth, in a manner that meant be quiet. She lightly lifted her head, meaning she understood...

There was no end to the damned Thalmor and the dead. It was useless to continue fighting when so many were slain and the town was up in flames. Throwing up a barrier to protect herself as she fled, Savina blasted her way through a wall that was on it's last leg. As she made her way out, she...

It all happened rather quickly and quite unexpectedly. Savina was about to sit down and drink with the fellow Argonian who offered her a seat. And then it happened. Thalmor poured in and poor Khareeva, who she tried to help just earlier, was brutally stabbed in the throat.. A guttural shout...

Next to her, a female Khajiit asked her why there were number of Thalmor creeping around Riften. "It seems the King desires all of the hold's guards to be his loyal warriors. Or maybe, he wants to spy on the people of Skyrim. I wouldn't put it past the Thalmor." Savina motioned towards the bar...

As the Argonian woman thanked and denied the offer for balm, Savina rose up from her kneeling position. It seemed while she was looking over Khareeva, a few more people seemed to step up. Even the blasted Thalmor seemed to sense trouble and came slithering into the tavern. They were of no matter...

The sudden commotion drew Savina out of her peaceful stupor. The Nord named Bjorn was heatedly going on about the Stormcloak being taken down. She didn't blame the bartender for taking it down. Any sane being who valued their life would have done the same thing. It all happened very quickly...

Lingering outside for a few moments longer, Savina decided there would be no fights or injuries. She wouldn't be needed at the time. Pivoting off of her right heel and gracefully turning, she glided towards the tavern. The news was not very positive. There would surely be crowds of Nords...

   Savina had woken that sunny day with surprisingly no urge to go out and adventure to her other shops scattered throughout Skyrim. Her only desire was to make up some more potions for the shop. A relatively tedious task, but this didn't bother the young woman so much. For awhile, the day...

Definitely interested in making a demon, or maybe a half demon. I like bad ass type of characters. But I also like making them very conflicted and having inner battles to fight. So a half demon would be very easy for me to do. But I WANNA DESTROY SOME HUMANS TOO! Sorry xD