* —— no mercy.

i’ll have them done tonight at some point, i’m really annoyed right now so i’m just gonna be hiding out @ @berahtu​.

i’m doing it because 2020 is about having fun.

   the  dunes  of  elsweyr  are  a  dangerous  place, and while the brotherhood and thieves guild have shops set up here  ---  the safety doesn’t come from a lack of bandits or familiarity of usual suspects. the danger lies in the creatures of the sands and the dragons that soar far above it all.  ❛  thoughts  won’t  matter  when  you’re  dead,  ❜  laresa speaks with a surprising cold tone as she keeps low to the sand. peering over the rock wall, those narrow eyes see what slumbers as she motions for the imperial thief to follow her. a red dragon is laying there waiting for something, for someone  ---  she has no doubt that the vicious beauty has already heard the sand’s disruption in their walking. anticipation and yet, the bosmer holsters her weapon.  ❛  the  worst  has  just  begun,  and  i  don’t  feel  like  tempting  herma-mora  by  pissing  off  a  flying  beacon  of  death.  ❜

        the  sun  would  rise  on  bloodied  remains  of  the  forsworn, those who’d watched the wall had an arrow in the eye or somewhere lodged in the head. those foolish enough to be awake had their viscera strewn around by blades. their souls were not headed for places like sovngarde or to whichever daedric prince had claimed them. their leader, a hag by the name of cairna would be found headless. the head, in question laid in the bosmer’s hand well... that hand was tangled in hair, but nonetheless it was on her person. the innkeeper had wanted a head for the soul they stole and laresa nightrun would oblige.         it almost made her think of the days when mehrunes dagon worshippers were the height of her problems. or the harpies. oh, the harpies were fun. she doesn’t linger long in her own thoughts as the inn comes into view, dark eyes falling shut in relief at the familiarity it brought with it. as the door opens, she can feel gazes on her as a cowled figure with a head hanging from hair in hand doesn’t exactly breed feelings of warmth. there’s a look of relief on the innkeeper though as the figure moves towards her, free hand removing the hood from her head. the trickster glances around --- locals mostly, with one other adventurer.           there’s not much said between the two as the bosmer receives her payment as well as a bit of food before taking a seat not too far from the hooded figure. she shoves some of the meat into her mouth and swallows before finally addressing them.  ❛  where  d’ya  hail  from,  strang’ah?  ❜  make it seem like she’s little more than a curious, merc-for-hire local, it’d be easier -- in theory.

  ❛  you’re  not  bad  with  a  sword,  ❜  laresa remarks with a tilt of her head, she’s cautious as she doesn’t want to add to any inflated ego there might be. she shifts, holstering her own daggers. her gaze lands on the horizon before looking towards him once more, ❛  where  are you  headed,  exactly?  it’s  dangerous  to  travel  alone  these  days.  ❜  //  @demonslayvr​: sc.

   ❛  don’t  get  me  wrong,  elsweyr  is  nice  ---  it’s  hot,  they’ve  got  good  drink  and  real  exotic  meat  but...  it’s  the  sand:  it  gets  everywhere.  ❜  laresa remarks with a shake of her head, baandari wasn’t so bad but she’d be lying if the sand didn’t get annoying. it always had ended up in weird places too. her quiver, her cowl, oh and her mouth.   ❛  there’s  dragons  and  just... why  are  we  going  there,  again?  ❜  //  @diviinitas​: sc.

        ❛  morrowind  ---  the  land  of  war  and  poetry,  ❜  and too many noble houses with too many specific tasks assigned to them. the bosmer remembers the land not for it’s people, but it’s landscapes; hellish volcanoes and sky-scraping mushrooms. she also remembers ending up in clockwork city and the icy feeling of endless waves of darkness, thank you nocturnal. a faint glow, mischievous and full of ideas, is in the bosmer’s eyes.  ❛  you’re  a  long  way  from  home  then,  where  y’headed?  ❜  //  @inerevarine​: sc.