Sylvaky

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Aeris' steps were light and silent, a habit from her nature as a tenno and aided by her lack of footwear. It was a striking contrast to Tetsu's armored feet that clanged against the metal floor. She found herself wondering how he had survived this long being as loud as he seemed but her mind soon turned to the Rhino warframe he was sporting and it was answer enough. She would never understand strength over stealth. Tetsu's comment about showers forced a laugh from Aeris and she nudged him back.

The bar was just that. It was somewhere to drink and that was about it. A man behind the counter brought Tetsu's order and the Rhino poured the both of them a glass. Aeris rose her glass when her drinking partner did and sipped at it. It was bitter, not the best tasting drink but it was effective. Seeing Tetsu down his second glass, Aeris bunched her brows together in determination and swallowed the rest of hers and then a second glass and then a third. She had meant what she said about beating him at something and it seemed they were evenly matched for the moment.

Many drinks later, Aeris was pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to keep the room from spinning around her. In her own mind everything seemed normal and her thoughts were coherent but the problem lay in the transition from thought to speech. She had more than once that evening declared her want for a furry friend to match her own fuzzy mind. Looking at Tetsu and his scarred lips, she pointed briefly at the whole of his armor. "One day," She said and pursed her lips, trying to regain her train of thought, "One day, I'm gunna to get you out of that armor." In her mind she was yelling at herself for how inappropriate that line had sounded but try as she might, she could not work up the words to correct herself. Instead she simply smiled and motioned for another drink, to which the bartender obliged.

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Also I'm going to reserve this post for a new character, an oberon, if that's alright Whoami

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

So I just put together a quick list of people and their characters/frames for reference.

Tetsu/Rhino Played by Pathfinder
Aeris/Loki Played by Sylvaky
Shinya/Saryn Played by Jynxlynx
Samsara/Ash Played by Whoami
Rin/Volt Played by The Roman07
Jenus/Ember Played by Zarkun
Satsuriku/Nekros Played by Argetlam350
Fex/Mirage Played by Argetlam350
Eclipse/Trinity Played by mistaahh
Selene/Valkyr Played by ARMofORION

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Ill be postinh tonight

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Lol all I see is 6 copies of ARMofORION's post

The Elder Scrolls V: Cycle of War

I just put up a post. Sorry for the tardiness I was away for a couple days down in the US,

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

I'm back everyone! I hope everyone had a good couple days :)

The Elder Scrolls V: Cycle of War

It was apparent to Gladron that despite their differences, the small band was trying their best to build trust between them. It was a good start to an assignment and a good start often foretold success. If there was one thing that united them it was their mutual hate of the Thalmor but it was what also set him apart. He did not have a deep seeded hate for his kin. Though he would have no trouble killing his fellow Altmer, he did not enjoy the deed as much as putting someone else out of their misery. It was gold that kept him tied to the group and Ulfric had offered him more than he could refuse and so there he was.

The Argonian that had introduced himself as Kalien offered a set of winter clothing to Gladron. It was more than the Altmer expected from him and he grinned in turn. "I appreciate the offer but I will warm up once we get moving." He declined the offer politely, "But thank you." Gladron listened to their leader's plan to stay just off the roads to avoid Imperial patrols. It would have made sense if they looked anything like Stormcloaks but the point of having such a diverse team was so they could pass by without suspicion. Though perhaps their team was too diverse and Gladron suspected Brynjar had thought of that. He nodded in understanding and pulled the straps of his sack over his shoulder. Apart from the diverse spells, knowing conjuration also left him without any weapons to be concerned about. No need to sharpen or clean steel or lug them around. It left him altogether more free to carry other essentials.

Gladron chuckled at Kalien's explanation of the group. A Nord warrior and Breton mage were not uncommon but an Argonian clad in heavy, cumbersome armor, and a Altmer turned rogue were certainly out of the ordinary. With a last shiver running through his body, Gladron turned and headed toward the road to find an easy enough path for the rest of them to follow. It would be his job to scout out ahead, being the only one halfway decent in stealth.

The Elder Scrolls V: Cycle of War

Gladron was sure he had never been so grateful to have a fire in front of him. Any closer and his clothes would have been set ablaze and at the moment he felt it would have been a happy accident. He would have been warm at least. The heavy cloak the Altmer had picked up had done little to stave off the icy wind but such was the life of a mercenary. Fight for who ever was paying most and so long as the Stormcloaks kept the septims rolling, he would continue to aid them in their struggle. It was as loyal as he would allow himself to be, especially after his years of isolation. As indicated, Gladron leaned in to hear about their latest assignment. Get to Korvanjund, get the crown and bring it back in one piece. It sounded easy enough if not for the fact Korvanjund was a nordic ruin and would no doubt hold legions of drauger. Gladron hated the creatures, they reminded him too much of himself in the past years.

It seemed too soon that Brynjar, the leader of their little band, kicked snow over the fire. Gladron felt almost ready to weep in disappointment as the cold set in. His hood was quickly pulled over his head and front of his cloak pulled tightly together as he stood. He felt the eyes of the others on him and knew they had a deep distrust because of his race. He sent a chilling glare toward the lot of them as he listened to their introductions.

"Gladron, raise on the Isles and loyal servant of the Thalmor." He said evenly, "But evidently, not anymore."

That would put them on edge, he thought with a sly smile. He did not care if they distrusted his intentions, it was his abilities they would need to learn to lean on.

As for the question of 'why them,' Gladron decided to take a stab at the answer as it was painfully obvious, "We were all they could scrape together apparently. But Ulfric will have his crown."

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Sorry for the tardiness! I'll be gone for the next couple days so I'll catch you all then :)