Black Death

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

"Which one of you lads wants a drink?" Alvor asked.
"I'll have an ale." Thorin stated.
"Give me a Honningbew." Lugdush added.
"Do you have any wine, by chance?" Scatha asked ultimately.
Alvor made an expression of deep thought, before finally responding: "...I, think there's a bottle of Argonian bloodwine down there... I'll search and check if it's still drinkable." Having received the requests of his guests, the patron of the house headed downstairs to the cellar to search for some worthy alcohol.
"And you?" Thorin addressed Hadvar once more, wanting to know about how well he was doing in the legion so far.
"I've been doing just fine. The general even commended me once. I need to get back to Solitude someday and report on the situation at Helgen. You know that a dragon attacked the city."
"What did this dragon look like?" Thorin asked.
"Black, thorny and with bright eyes. Red, I think. It just trashed the whole city when it came and burned everything to the ground." Hadvar added, describing the attack more thoroughly.
Before long, Alvor came up from the cellar, carrying a mug of ale and a mug of Honningbrew mead for Thorin and Lugdush: "Here you are, lads."
"Thank you." Thorin smiled, taking the mug.
"And as for you..." Alvor addressed Scatha: "There's some good bloodwine. I'll low you a glass right away."
"Take your time, sir." Scatha replied.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Still here. Glad to see some activity. :)

Panmundia [A Dinotopia/Fairy Tail Styled Roleplay] - OPEN!

My first IC post is finally in. It's not much, but it's enough to get the ball rolling.

Panmundia [A Dinotopia/Fairy Tail Styled Roleplay] - OPEN!

The Gorge

Walking through the lush forests of the great gorge west of Sekumaeya desert, in southern Panmundia, Conan was getting very bored. Out of all the Outlaws, he was the first to wake up today, and was horribly thirsty, so he went to seek out the nearest watering hole. Even though he had to put up with the annoying act of going to drink alone, without company, he just couldn't sleep again after awakening in the day. Getting lost in the woods was not an issue for Conan, as he has spent enough time here to know all the routes to the rivers and ponds that dot the forests near the gorge. Shaking the last tree in his way aside, Conan descended to a nearby pond to drink. As he lowered his body to lap up some water, he saw some movement in the skies: as if they shattered! Conan was unfamiliar with rifts and how they work, so he has never seen an immigrant before, let alone spoken to one. But this was something that drew his attention from drinking to observing this odd spectacle.
"What in the three deserts was that?" he muttered to himself, as he took a gulp of water and continued drinking, before he actually noticed a small, dark dot falling from the skies. This was even more awkward, for he never saw any precipitation resembling dark dots, but it looked like an object. He blinked thrice to make sure it was not an illusion, or something bad having to do with his eyesight. He observed the dot and watched in which direction it was going to fall, hoping to find out what it was all about.

Panmundia [A Dinotopia/Fairy Tail Styled Roleplay] - OPEN!

Name: Dis Blueblade(nee Battle-Bread)

Species: Homo sapiens brevis

Native

Age: 95

Sex: Female

Size:
- Height: 4'2''
- Weight: 80 lbs

Guild: Although not a full member, she has some relation with the Armored Knights guild, due to Thorin's membership

Weapons/Armor: None

Magic: N/A

Personality: A perfectionist by nature, Dis enjoys everything in her house being exceptionally neat and tidy. She is a little shy and indecisive, but when she finds something to do, she is hellbent to work as hard as possible to get it done. What she lacks in sense of humor and relaxing properly she makes up with her prudent and intelligent nature. She has somewhat low self-esteem and will often succumb to self-doubt, whether in terms of ability, character, or appearance.

History: Dis was born and raised in Minegarde town, as the daughter of a Balin Battle-Bread, a baker, and a leather tanner, her mother. However, when she grew older, she fell in love with a dwarf man who proposed to her and quickly after, proposed to marry her. However, this marriage was sour and loveless, and lead to a rather fast divorce, with no children. Far from her homestead, with no work, Dis faced a horribly difficult situation: she had to resort to prostitution and sin to survive. On one occasion, she slept with a drunken dwarf, who unintentionally made her pregnant. Days went by, and she would see him once more. Initially urged to walk away, the dwarf, named Thorin Blueblade, insisted in speaking to her. She initially refused any word with him, since she held a grudge on him for likely ruining her life for good. Even though Thorin wanted to help her by offering her to move into his house, which she found to be highly insulting. The conversation became a loud argument where both parted ways. Later, in the night on that same day, Dis was pursued by a gang of Gigyas members. Leaving an inn, Thorin noticed the chase and ran to her aid, killing each of the five attackers(all were small theropods), but not without consequences: he received multiple injuries. Dis healed him and thanked him for saving her life. Since the money she made with prostitution was not enough for her to pay her bills in an insula room, she was thrown out. Thorin urged her to a very difficult action: speaking with her bitter family about living with Thorin permanently. Eventually, Balin summoned up the power to forgive Dis for what she had done, thinking she had redeemed herself by meeting the man. What initially began as a life-saving circumstance blossomed into love, and now Thorin and Dis have two sons, Fili and Kili.

Misc: Dis works at the tanning rack at Thorin's house, creating leather canvases and strips for making armor and some weapons, as well as bow strings.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

I finally posted. :) Anybody else working on a reply?

The Legend of Octavius

Octavius did not beat around the bush nor stay silent for too long when Marius asked about the reports of Guard positions in Chalcivitas. He immediately started explaining Rozalia's information: "We received word that Alexander is held on house arrest in the palace, on the third floor. It seems the guards blurted this out after a couple of ales, according to our scout. She has managed to mark the guard positions on the walls, and discovered that the sewer tunnel is not very actively guarded. Only four guards, switching between day and night shifts. I was also told that they are not replaced between these shifts at all, not even for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. This means they are tired, and that we have the advantage within our grasp! If we can infiltrate the city via the sewer tunnel, it may very well be our only hope of reclaiming Chalcivitas and freeing Alexander and the rest of our people."
Giving the scroll where the guard positions have been marked to Marius, he spoke: "These are the guard positions. We need to devise a method of attack immediately, so that we can give the men instructions."

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

At first glance, Alvor's house was a simple, yet fairly tidy place, compared to other houses. The first thing that meets the eye upon entering is a hearth, in front of which was a small cooking pot. To the left, there was a double bed, and to the right, a stairway leading down into the cellars. To the side of the door was a dining table, while another pair of single beds were placed adjacently to the left wall of the house, with a small table between them. Above the hearth was the head of an elk stag, while to the other side there were two doe heads. Inside were people that Thorin knew and recognized: Sigrid, Alvor's wife, Dorthe, their daughter, who has grown a lot since Thorin last saw her, and Hadvar: their nephew, who served Tullius, the Imperial general in Skyrim.
"Hadvar!" Thorin exclaimed in gladness, since it was relieving to see his old friend once more.
"Thorin?" Hadvar asked, lightly smiling and rising to his feet to greet Thorin. The two embraced tightly, with a deep chuckle from Thorin.
"It's good to see you again, old friend." Thorin said.
"Thorin!" Sigrid's voice was heard, as she climbed from the cellar: "Please, sit down! All three of you! I'll get you something to eat immediately."
Soon, Sigrid served some fresh Salmon Steaks with grilled leeks as a side dish. A small feast began, and our trio were refilling their batteries. Not before long, a conversation between Thorin and Hadvar would ensue.
"So, have you heard from any other friends of ours?" Thorin asked.
"Not really." Hadvar replied: "Most of them moved to Whiterun, or out into the other holds. All of them are looking for work, it seems."
"And Ralof?" Thorin asked, recalling another of one of his better friends in Riverwood.
"Ralof joined the Stormcloak rebellion." Hadvar sighed: "He was one of the Stormcloaks that escaped Helgen, when the dragon attacked. I don't know if he got out of there alive, and I don't really care. We don't have anything to say to one another now."
Thorin was feeling very unsettled right now. His emotions were a mixture of pity and anger, because he himself harbored a burning resentment for Ulfric Stormcloak and his foolish insurrection.
"So, he fights for the death of Skyrim, then?" Thorin asked.
"Seems so." Hadvar replied.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Figured I'd throw this out while you await new replies. :P

The Legend of Octavius

Here are some weapon designs!

1. Arming sword
2. Hatchet
3. Morning star
4. War hammer
5. Flail
6. Dagger
7. Longsword
8. Battle axe
9. Lucerne hammer
10. Javelin
11. Crossbow
12. Longbow
13. Spear
14. Halberd
15. Common arrowhead
16. Barbed arrowhead
17. Short bodkin
18. Long bodkin
19. Crossbow bolt