Roleplay

[center][b]A Skyrim Reboot Roleplay[/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/2c/41/5f/2c415fa847bf1c34453b38dacbf1d796.jpg[/img] [/center] Hello, and welcome to the reboot of the Skyrim roleplay Sky Above, Voice Within! I will be leading this roleplay, and @PinkCreamQueen will be co-leading with me. Please ping us for any questions or concerns. Without further adieu, let's get started! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The OOC page is right [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1910768]over here[/url], where you can put up your character and optional artwork. :) Later, you may add an additional character, but for now just put one. And as how this is [i]currently[/i] a private roleplay, I ask that only the people on the ping list put a character up. Thank you! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now here's a few basic rules, and you can always suggest changes to them if you think they aren't fair: All Flight Rising rules apply, no killing another character unless they agree to it, no fighting with users (though your characters can fight), if you are joining after it has started, please read up to the part the roleplay is at or skim through it so you won't be lost (but I may be able to provide vague summaries), keep explicit gore and romance away as much as possible (though I do love gore), and lastly, be kind and use common sense! Mistakes with the rules are [i]definitely[/i] okay, but multiple without reason or clarification may result in something bad befalling your character! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][b]The Story so Far[/b] It is the two hundred and first year of the fourth era in Skyrim, and the region is in a bloody civil war between the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion. Along with this, the return of the terrible dragon Alduin is at hand, but with this, the return of the Dragonborn, the one destined to destroy him. But who are you in this story? Will you become a great and powerful warrior or a soldier who fights for their land and their people? Will you find friends among thieves or gain magical allies with those who create fire from thin air? This is for you to decide, the friends and enemies, the bonds you will make and break. Go forth, and know that though the sky is above, the voice is deep within you.[/center] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][b]Important Story Notice[/b] This is a notice for this roleplay story, so if you aren't participating ignore this: Due to Bjorolf's user @Darkspawn being offline for a [i]very[/i] long time, their Dragonborn abilities have been relinquished (sorry bud) and given to the character Kari. ALSO, since they don't seem to be returning for a while, I'm going to have Bjorolf and Acioco's interactions end with them both going their separate ways. Thank you for reading this and have a nice day~ [/center] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][b]Pinglist:[/b] @Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @PinkCreamQueen @InvaderCristi @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis @Nethralia @Zenikay (Don't ping @MortalQuiche and @WardenOfArkham) [/center]

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @InvaderCristi @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis @Zenikay

The air fresh and the sky blue, thus the day, blessed with green nature, began. In this precious day's youth, a woman of 23 years walked beside a dark stallion. The warrior, an Imperial by the name of Ettono Bavisk, traveled in dulled armor that rid her body with sweat. The horse, nothing but the black coat on it's muscular body. Together, they tread with soft steps atop the damp dirt and through the sparse patches of dew ridden grass. They stopped upon reaching a stream where Ettono knelt down and washed her face clean while her horse drank. The maroon pigment she had used to paint the three stripes across her face, dripped ruby droplets into the glittering water. Yanking out a grimy fox tail from her belt, she dried her face before returning the makeshift cloth to her side. Then she drank, scooping up water with her wooden cup from her bag and thanking the gods for the stream and it's purity.

[center]@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @PinkCreamQueen @InvaderCristi @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis Today was beautiful, with an almost cyan sky and an emerald green all around. Acioco was going to take advantage of this serene peace outside, but not before her daily routine. [img]http://i.imgur.com/EP0ieWz.jpg[/img] (The waterfall is blocked by a tree) Quite daintily, she pranced to the pond in the cavern's center. After sipping a handful of the cool spring's glassy gift, she rose again and stood under the waterfall for a quick shower while clothed (as if she wasn't weird enough). She decided today she'd trek to lake Ilinalta to catch some Slaughterfish, and maybe even Mudcrabs too. After eating a leftover strip of salmon from her hidy-hole of food in the wall, she gathered up all of her materials and headed out into the vast open world.[/center]

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @PinkCreamQueen @Zenikay @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis

"When The Whispering Shadow finds you, your life is forfeit. For if you stay and fight, you get slowly filleted, sliced, and taunted. You hear nothing but the sound of your own flesh being torn, you see nothing but black, then red, then black again once your consciousness fades. It is a slow, painful death, but it is nothing compared to when you run.

When you run, it lets you go as far as you can, and just when you feel your exhaustion peak, it bites you from behind, coaxing you into running even more. It trips you, laughing, but it lets you rise to start running again, but not without yet another slash, or bite. You run, and you run, until your legs can't hold you any longer, and before you know it you fall onto its blade. Slowly, gently tearing you open from the stomach, pouring out all that you are to the ground below while it laughs so sweetly into your ear. The shadow knows how to keep its victims awake and aware as it does this, it wants you to watch, it wants you to fear.

So will you stay and let death claim you, or will do you dare try and run? There is no right answer, only death awaits you."

That man---That monster's image is entirely different compared to the Argonian that you now see before you. He was battered, beaten, and unconscious, delicately floated down the riverside as his blood dyed the would-be clear, pure waters a dark crimson shade. Briefly, his eyes groggily opened, lulling beneath the water before closing once more, submitting to the cold waters as they lulled him into a half-sleep, carrying him weightlessly, like a cloud, yet the water weighed him down, down, down. It was perplexingly heavy, yet light at the same time. He couldn't explain why, but despite it all, it was comforting, numbing even.

The thoughts of his friends---long since passed permeated his mind, as did his recent kills. Was it finally his time? He did not know, but he didn't have the strength to move, neither. He narrowly avoided death many a time in his life, and it was only about time that his luck would have been dripped dry. He never recalled feeling so... powerless before, not since he was a hatchling. It was... refreshing, but despite it all--even if it was his end he was thankful for just one thing.

He didn't feel a lick of pain.

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @InvaderCristi @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis @Zenikay

Ettono crouched over the sweet stream after her thirst had been quenched. Out of those who carried the burden of water, a spring's stream was the most precious and true. Thus the warrior woman used this very water before her to dampen her thumb and liquefy her water activated pigment. Carefully, she peered down at her wavering reflexion and painted the black stripes across her face, praying for safety and danger.

"Vicre!" Ettono hissed as the large horse began to wander too far. Upon hearing his name, the great beast came trotting back to her. He snorted and bobbed his head as Ettono rose to her feet and guided him back to the tree where his tack lay.

Soon, Ettono was back on the dirt road, swaying back and forth on Vicre as he maneuvered himself down the path. She kicked him into a gallop and they were off, flying past the trees and boulders. They weren't traveling for long when Ettono yelled out and Vicre skidded to a stop with a surprised shake of his head.

Ettono looked down upon the river where the water ran red and where lay a being atop its waves.

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @PinkCreamQueen @Zenikay @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis

Heavy hooves clattering on stone and dirt, the ferocious breaths of an equine beast, then a shout. Ever familiar are the sounds, but the circumstances...

His head lazily bobbed back to look over at the blurry image of--someone, before the river was kind enough to bring him to the surface out of pure luck of the current. Either his luck hasn't ended, or he was about to witness his end. After all, new, flashy armor brings forth the worst in bandits. Although she, herself, didn't look like one, he was taught time and time again not to trust appearances.

But even in the absence of hope, he still had his sense of humor, and weakly rose his hand to his head, and made an almost mocking salute, smiling(in his own Saxhleel way), before he extended his saluting arm in a way akin to a newly forming, arcing rainbow, before it, and he finally fell entirely limp, having exhausted all of his energy as the tide pulled him under once more.

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @InvaderCristi @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis @Zenikay

Ettono pondered for a moment whether helping this bloodied creature would do her any good. They seemed perfectly content with drowning after all. Cursing quietly to herself, Ettono slipped off her horse and jogged down to the river's banks where she stripped herself of her armor and clothes. Diving into the river, she swam over to the bleeding man and looped her arms around his form. If it hadn't been for her well earned muscles, they would have surely been tugged away from shore by the current.

Panting and water trickling off her bare form, Ettono dragged the assassin onto the sandy bank. Upon rescuing him, she immediately got to dressing herself, not exactly sure how hurt the creature was. Pulling her pants and shirt on, Ettono finally addressed him.

"If you see a light, don't go towards it. I just wasted a few valuable minutes saving your sorry hide."

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @PinkCreamQueen @Zenikay @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis

Really? She was actually saving him?

Really now.

Sometimes he can be appalled by his own luck. Here he was, ready and willing to die, and somebody just has to get in the way.

That's life for you.

Still far too strained to move, he watched her with a wary eye, as-if half suspecting her to stab him in the gut at any moment. After-all, she could just be pretending to save him so that he wouldn't struggle.

Really, dying at the end of someone else's blade is far more annoying than bleeding to death from... other people slicing you up to pieces. Hm, a bit hypocritical, isn't it?

And now, of all things, he gets to check off "Having your life be saved by a half-naked woman" on the bucket list now. What a world.

"My hero." He simply responded with an incredibly weak chuckle--that despite all things, sounded genuine, "I'm trying to figure out why you saved me at all..." He spoke up in a soft tone, a whisper, before he allowed his head to remain planted at its side(horns can unfortunately get in the way of things), "I am simply trying to figure out why you saved me at all..."

His 'lips' tugged themselves slightly into yet another smile, "What if I was some big, scary, bad guy...?" Not too far off point, there. "Or in this case, big, scary, scaly, bad guy." Somehow, just somehow he always has enough energy to make wisecracks every now and again.

His injuries appeared to be one of your average assassination attempts(which is ironic, in retrospect), he had several slashes on his arms, chest, and neck. It appears that they were trying to reach his vital regions, but narrowly missed them, simply out of dumb luck. Either way, he lost enough blood to more than make up for their clumsiness.

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @InvaderCristi @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis @Zenikay

"I don't believe in good and evil. If I did, I'd be dead by now." Ettono explained as she strapped on her armor and knelt down beside him. Droplets of river water fell from her form onto the wounded assassin as she peered around him for the wounds. "As to why I save you, depends on the deal we make. First, tell me as to why you were making the river red and we'll go from there."

Looking back over her shoulder, Ettono clicked her tongue against her cheek three times, summoning Vicre down to the bank. The black horse slowed to a stop open reaching the two ragged beings. Ettono hopped up and fetched a wooden bowl from her saddle bag then scooped up some water from the river.

@Lamvin @SilvestrisDream @PinkCreamQueen @Zenikay @UnknownSky @Darkspawn @Scullyosis

Well, that's an interesting answer.

Ahaha, here we go again, huh? With the questions, questions... always questions.

He decided to tell her, well, at least something close to the truth, someone who saved his life deserved that much. Well, then again, he's still bleeding away so that could be changed in moments notice, "Turns out some of my old friends were not as close as they seemed."

His eyes flicked toward Ettono, watching her actions with the utmost curiosity. Either she was going to drink that, make a bowl of soup of it, or create some makeshift remedy of some sort from this... rather precarious location. Really, if he had the strength wanted to, he could've just fetched one of the many potions he held on his person to fix himself, but he couldn't be bothered, and found the girl's actions more interesting for the time being.