Dec 25, 2014
Noegenesis
Both Caryndil and Yceri are deeply interested in matters of the arcane, with Yceri leaning more towards the magic of the Gods and Caryndil more towards that of necromancy and the binding of Daedra.
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Noegenesis
Both Caryndil and Yceri are deeply interested in matters of the arcane, with Yceri leaning more towards the magic of the Gods and Caryndil more towards that of necromancy and the binding of Daedra.
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Tempest of Ice | Yceri & Nanebt-Tawya
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The journey from Windhelm to Winterhold was deceptively long, especially as the usual route was blocked by a giant fallen oak. Due to this inconvenience, Yceri had to backtrack and fjord the River Yogrim close to the Sea of Ghosts, and this was certainly no easy feat.
It was not so much the actual crossing of the river that was the problem, rather the sheer cold of the rushing waters as the womer trudged through them; even with her heightened resistance to the cold as a Snow Elf, it was still biting through her boots. Upon reaching the opposite shore, Yceri dried herself off with a quick casting of Flames before carrying on into the wilderness.
It took her a good couple of hours to drag her way through the massive snow drifts, but once the road was finally in sight, the Falmer sighed with relief. Setting her feet once again upon the cobblestone track, Yceri turned her gaze to the horizon, and was halted in her tracks.
A huge blizzard approached, and the mer knew a bad one when she saw it. Speeding up into a run, she only just reached a small ruin half buried in the snow before the tempest hit. The sigh she loosed this time was one of exasperation, as the mer retrieved a small collection of emergency firewood from her backpack and set it down, lighting it with a spell and huddling with a cloak over her shoulders.
(From roguenobility) Pride (to any muse of your choosing)
Yceri -
Over the few thousand years she's been alive, the Falmer woman has taken pride in her skills as a mercenary. But where one may see pride, another may see hubris.
-Free food begins to rain down on the muses-
All bar Meranah and Caryndil openly help themselves to the free food. (Caryndil secretly nibbles on a sweetroll out of sight)
-drops naked women on all the muses-
[[ Already done Caryndil so :L ]]
Krajyk:
"Well, alright then.." A wolfish grin tore across the Orc's face.
Meranah:
A look, and scoff, of disgust was all that was heard as the vampire avoided the women.
Yceri:
The Snow Elf huffed to herself. "I'm getting too old for this."
Brynjulfur:
A confused look was painted across the Nord's face; not because he didn't know what to do, rather the sheer awkwardness of the situation.
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"None of it matters now." {pick any muse I guess}
Yceri raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "And why would that be, stranger?"
"Oh dear, what an awkward situation." [[hello!]]
Yceri looked down at the pile of books that had been knocked from her hands, sighing quietly. Having wanted a quiet night of reading in the inn, it would apparently not be so. "I'm getting too old for this..." She muttered quietly to herself, brushing back a braid of hair which had gotten loose.
Crouching down and collecting the books back into a neat stack, she looked up to whom collided with her. "Sorry, my eyes aren't what they used to be. I guess that's what happens after living for a few millennia."
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[[ Answering this OOC as they're all too proud to actually say themselves :L
Krajyk - His insensitivity to other peoples' plights; if someone has a bounty on their head for, in example, a noble forcing himself on a peasant and the peasant fighting back, he will collect on the bounty no matter what.
Yceri - Her hatred of the Nords, stemming from their decimation of her race, has seeped into her soul and made her quite bitter towards them.
Meranah - Her desire for revenge for the death of her lover all of those years ago.
Brynjulfur - His stubbornness when it comes to his beliefs; he will not budge when attacked on them.
Caryndil - In his eyes, his Maormer blood. Having grown up in and around Altmeri supremacy, he wholeheartedly believes he deserves supremacy himself. ]]