(Skyrim RP blog for a garrison of ex-Stormcloaks, their family and friends. After an incident with the Thalmor, many of the brigade and their family members had to go on the run. It has been months but they are starting to return to Skyrim, unknowing whether they will truly be safe - Feel free to send asks. Will RP with anyone, fine with cross overs and AUs etc Mun is 18+, but smut is unlikely M!As welcome)
((out of curiosity, because I just rediscovered my log in to this account, is anyone still out there from the old rp days? Shoot me a message, it would be great to catch up))
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“Lady/Sir, I’ve been to hell. I didn’t like how you ran the place so I came back.”
“I am NOT your trained flying monkey.”
“Time to get the bitch boots on.”
“Son of a witch doctor!”
“It’s a good thing I’m not like I was when I was younger. Had I been younger and this pissed off, I’d be in jail for beating a bitch.”
“Money talks, bullshit walks.”
“Are you kidding? I love you but if a psycho was on my ass, I’d throw you in front of me.”
“Just keep in mind: You go to jail, first time’s a bail out, second time is a night or two in jail. third time… well good luck avoiding being Maddog Mama’s/five finger Bob’s bitch.”
“The hell are you laughing about, chuckles?”
“I’m sorry… I’ll help you. Once I stop laughing and can catch my breath and stand up.”
“We’re so broke, if a robber broke into the house, all they’d take is the name brand soda… and the Xbox.”
“So.. I’m supposed to report back at every little detail? Does this mean I need to report in when I need to take my next shit?”
“If you touch me, I WILL bite you.”
“Wait, we have new neighbors? ….. Are they idiots? Because the last TWO were a couple fries short of a happy meal.”
“….. No. You’re not nuts. Just crazy.”
“How loud are you gonna listen to that shit? It’s five O’Clock in the damn morning.”
“Does the Grinch even go to the bathroom?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was enjoying the music.”
“Don’t be bitchy.”
“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t torture you.”
”You just like watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine & Days Of Future Past for Wolverine’s ass.”
“And your hope these days in Teen Wolf is to see Theo shirtless. We’re even.”
Elsa headed out of the city early that morning. She had been cooped up inside for the past few weeks constantly painting portraits of rich families in the city, and she was sick of it. It was a way to earn a wage, but it wasn’t what she loved doing. A few days on the road, getting back to her true art, getting her inspiration back, was going to do her a world of good.
Her journey didn’t take her long, in fact, she barely noticed that she was taking it. She rode her horse along the roads in the day, stopping as she pleased to draw the landscape or anything that took her fancy. At night, she stopped in taverns to sleep, earning a few coins drawing the patrons. When she rode into Ivarstead on the early afternoon of the fifth day, she had to stop for a few minutes to collect herself.
She had only come back to Ivarstead once since everyone had left home. She had sat for hours and had stared at her abandoned house, a place once so full of life and happiness, now empty and becoming run down. No one else had taken it on. It had been in her family for generations. If a Swift-Runner wasn’t running that stable, no one was going to.
And yet, for all of the sadness and horror that she, her family and their friends had faced, she felt sick to the stomach with how grateful she was for it. How could it be that the Thalmor coming for them; driving them all from the only home they had known, was all it took for her to achieve the life she wanted?
She had everything. She had studied at a college in the Imperial City. Had a brief love affair with one of the students. She now had a house in the capital. She was becoming more well known by the day, being paid to paint. Yes, the portrait painting was dull, but she could always sell one of her more favoured pieces at the same time. She’d never quite had the family knack for business, not like her sisters, but she was learning.
There was nothing left for her in Ivarstead anymore. Only ghosts and memories of her happy childhood.
She was dragged out of her thoughts when she saw that there was some merchant caravans in the centre of the village, with stalls set up like a market. Being so close to Riften, they had had travelling salesmen like this all of the time. Perhaps staying for a little while wouldn’t be so bad after all.
She slid down from her horse’s back, grasping the reins and leading the mare behind her. She hitched her to the post outside of the tavern, then headed into the market. There were over a dozen stalls, selling different wares. Some obviously crafted by the merchants selling them, some even more obviously bought somewhere else with the intention of being sold on again. A lot of the merchants were Imperials, all smiling kindly at the sight of a customer.
A flirtatious, but charming, man sold her a green scarf that matched her eyes. It was made of a thin material that wouldn’t keep her warm in Skyrim’s cold climate, but it had been a long while since she had bought herself anything nice, so she decided to treat herself. She wandered by the other stalls, picking up a few other things, some new paints, a few ribbon ties for her hair, two old battered books with beautiful covers.
At the last stall, one of the ones full of randomly collected items, mostly simple but all beautiful, Elsa found something that really caught her eye. Amidst the other items, was a woven bracelet, brown in colour, with nothing remarkable about it at all save for the tiny green charm hanging from it. Upon closer examination, she realised that it was a horse carved out of a smooth green stone.
“How much for the bracelet?” she asked, not looking up at the merchant.
“Well, normally I’d say fifty septims,” the voice was familiar, and Elsa’s heart leapt, “If you took your eyes off of the bloody thing I might be able to let you know that there’s a family discount.”
Elsa’s eyes filled with tears as she glanced up and saw her twin stood behind the stall, arms folded across her chest, smile on her face.
“Ida,” Elsa said, voice softened by tears.
Within the blink of an eye, her sister was around the stall and had thrown her arms around her. They held on tight to each other, as if afraid that the other was going to disappear.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Elsa told her.
“I missed you too,” Ida said, offering her a smile, then glanced around at their home town surrounding them, taking in a breath of the familiar air, “It’s good to be home.”
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Happy Birthday Olf! Celebrating with anyone special this year?
Olf sighed, wrapping his cloak tighter around himself as he walked back to his house from work, "I didn't even realise the date," he murmured quietly.
He opened the door to the house and was met with the warm smell of cooking. Sander turned and smiled at him, "Happy Birthday!" He noticed the look on his friend's face, "C'mon. Sit down, I'm making pie. Ro gave me her recipe once. I got the day off of work to go hunting, so all the meat is fresh."
Olf smiled. He knew Sander was only this chirpy for his sake, but it was good to see him smiling for once. He rolled his eyes a little and sat down.
"Oh, there's a letter that came for you today," Sander told him as he started serving up dinner.
Olf frowned and grabbed it, opening the letter. He looked up at Sander in shock, "It's from Ida."
Yeah Sander, you definitely do not want to be thinking about the guy who used to pound your face, now pounding Elspeth. Don't think about it at all. That guy. Pounding. Elspeth.
Sander put his face in his hands, trying to empty his minds of all thoughts.
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I heard a rumor that Elspeth is pregnant. The father's some big oafish Nord from Dragon Bridge, I think Mari said you guys all grew up together.
Sander paled at the thought. He knew it wasn't true... It couldn't be true... could it? He shook his head to himself. That was not an image he ever needed, "I doubt that," he muttered quietly.
Ida's eyes widened, and she felt her heart clench up. But she turned away quickly, clearing her throat, "I, um, I hope he's happy." She never thought he would be the marriage type, and it's not like she ever wanted to get married, but still...
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