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    Sylveia narrowed her eyes at his question. "Yes, well to much. You see, the vampire clan Volkihar, murdered my family after they were slaves and cattle for your kind"


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    Ruthis

    Dunmer
    A wave of certainty washed over the Dunmer as he stood from his chair. "I would believe it's nearly time for supper. Here," he muttered, placing three gold coins on the table, in front of Sylveia, "Try to keep your stomach full, girl." he said, nodding as he made his way to the inn's door. "I bid you good day." And with that - he was gone. Simply vanished into the setting suns. Ruthis often did this. He was often forced to leave cities for periods of time, as people would grow suspicious of him.
     
    "Wait!" The young lass rushed out the doors. "Where did he go?" Sylveia exited Markarth in hope of seeing him again "there he is!" Sylveia ran after Ruthis. "Ruthis! Please hold on a second!!"
     

    Svarnor

    Shadowcloak of Nocturnal
    They'd both left, in half a second. The girl chasing the Dunmer. That was it, Svarnor was getting involved. He stood from his seat, moving towards the door. Outside, the sharp air felt good on his tired arms, but there was no time to sit and enjoy the temperature. A glance left, then right, saw the pair hurrying away, a little separate from each other. Svarnor took off- it didn't matter if he caught the girl, he suspected. The Dunmer was the important one.
     

    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia, silently stood at the doors to the Silver-Blood Inn, her body and face concealed with her blood red hooded priestess robe all that could be fully seen was her long, silk like, onyx coloured hair that freely flowed from the front of her hood she silently observed the interior of the Inn, almost like how a small creature observes its surroundings looking for threats, she hesitantly walked inside with her arms wrapped around herself as if she was almost scared to walk inside, she couldn't even hide herself within the Inn, due to the natural tall height of her race, truely an Altmer's main issue is their height.

    As her weak, tired and timid footsteps brought her further into the Inn her aged necklace, from which the symbols of the nine divines hung from although the place where Talos' symbol once hung looked as if it was forcefully torn from its rightful place, clanged against the steel plate strapped to her robe that acted as a make shift chest plate. Making use of her thin, albeit slightly under nourished, frame she made her way quickly to the fire place, not making eye contact or even looking in the direction of another being she parked herself in front of the fireplace, warming herself up chipping away the cold of skyrim, her amber eyes seemed to lose themselves within the flame, finding them almost calming.

    (OOC: Hey guys :3 It's been a while since I last rp'ed, just over a year to be exact, so I hope my post isn't too terrible haha, Elimia's char profile will be update as soon as possible :3)
     

    RespectForMer

    New Member
    Holger closed the door behind him as he entered the inn. The young Nord's face was concealed by his blue and white hood as he glanced around the room. The sword on his belt let off a blue aura, indicating that it was enchanted. He slowly walked up to the bar, and grabbed a stool. "I'll have some mead." He said as he pulled some septims out of his satchel. He placed them on the counter as the barkeep slid his drink over to him.


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    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia's elven ear flicked from under her hood as she heard the door to the Silver-Blood Inn close, to a normal person that wouldn't be strange after all who doesn't expect the door to an Inn to open and close?. But for someone new to the province and from what she heard her race, the Altmer, wasn't exactly good friends with most of Skyrim, hesitantly she turned her head, keeping herself retreated within her hooded robes but managed to to turn enough to see a new Nord, or what she could tell from their body type, had taken a stool, she mostly assumed that they were of the Nord race anyway due to the city being mainly Nord, with a bottle of mead by the looks of it once she felt like she had looked enough her gaze went back to the fire, gently running one of her hands across her aged necklace, touching each of the divine's symbols that were still present upon it.
     
    Raven had always hid within the shadows of the inn. Watching every character of Skyrim pass through. Bosmer, Dunmer, Nord, Breton, Redguard, Imperial, Argonian, and even Khajiit. But this Altmer was the first. Raven decided to get a closer look. She left the shadows and sat in a chair by the fire.

    Raven would quickly glance at the Altmer. She was so curious why an Altmer would be in Skyrim other then the Dominion. Raven had never met an Altmer before. She was always forced into hiding by the hatred of others. You see...Raven is a Falmer, but not the Falmer you see this day. She is still civilized and isn't blind or crippled like her siblings.

    Her dark priestess robes make it easy to tell that she is a priestess of Azura. As the Azura's star hangs from a rope around her waist, her hood makes it almost impossible to see her face.

    As the fire's light dances across her shimmering blue eyes. The fire makes her pale skin glow orange.

    Raven finally finds something to say and speaks "a fellow Priestess? What lord or lords?"
     

    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia heard movement and the sound of someone sitting in chair near enough beside her, she just dismissed it as someone else wanting to get warm, after all who would want to talk to someone like her?, once again she began to lose herself within the dancing flames again only shook out of it once someone spoke to her or at least in her direction.

    She sharply turned her head towards the origin of the sound seeing another person sitting in a chair, wearing dark priestess robes, visibly in shock and awe that someone would talk to her in this province that was new to her, ''I...I follow the Ni-..''. She cut herself off and mumbled a few swear words under her breath, ''I..follow the Eight Divines''. She said meekly, her timid nature making itself known as she only answered the question and turned her head back to the fire, letting it drop down a bit as if she was looking at the floor.

     
    Raven continued looking at the sunset coloured fire. "It's Beautiful isn't it. The Dawn and Dusk. The Night skies. The Moons. Non shall be shy, for it's useless here. You must demand, not ask." Raven looked at Elimia.
     

    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia, moved her head sightly towards the stranger, ''If you say so..''. She paused for a moment thinking of what to say, eventually thinking of something, ''What is it...that you do?... apart from the worshiping your Lord''. Her timid voice spoke from behind her hood, remembering that the stranger said they were a priestess of some kind.
     
    Raven had a smirk on her face. "That I cannot say. For my lords will not approve" Raven looked up at Elimia "what is it that you do, my sister?" Raven had always called her fellow Mer brothers and sisters. "May I ask you this. Are you here along with the Dominion?"
     

    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia's head seemed to lift up when she was asked what she did, ''People call me a Healer, I call it doing the work of the Divines I go where ever people who can't afford the costs of one of those... 'city healers' or where there's a lot of senseless blood shed..no one deserves to die, no matter who claims they're right..''. Her weak voice sounded a lot happier talking about what she loved to do.

    When the stranger talked about the Dominion she was perplexed upon how they knew she was an Altmer even under her robes, but that thought got completely pushed out of her mind when she made the justification that her height gave her away, ''I.... I don't agree with my brothers and sisters in the Dominion.... all that senseless killing..''. Her voice quietened down back to being quiet and timid.
     

    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia watched as the stranger left their seat by the fire and walked out the door, she felt somewhat sad since she was beginning to enjoy talking with them, something she doesn't do often, as her attention went back to the fire she checked her ever dwindling coin purse, with only just enough to eat something and then get a room she sighed.
     
    As Raven left the inn a Dragon attacked Markarth. "Azura, you never tell me false. For that I thank you!" Raven went back in the inn and sat down in the chair again.
     

    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia was snapped out of her somewhat angered gaze at her dwindling coin purse by a very loud but yet strange sound, she wanted to get up but felt as if she was better to remain where she was, what if that loud sound outside was a murderer?, she thought the guards would deal with it when she put her coin purse back on her side she noticed the stranger was back, ''Oh....you're back''. She said with a small amount of shock in her small voice.
     
    Raven looked at the fellow priestess "yes, I am. And that weird noise is a dragon.." Raven looked around at the shaking walls "he is a violent one, isn't he?" Raven looked at the priestess "my name is Raven. What is yours?"
     

    Sanguine.

    Member
    Elimia smiled nervously under her hood, she just assumed that Raven was joking, although she did feel somewhat nervous if it were true, ''I'm Elimia Dereace..but people just call me Sanguine... due to the colour of my robes, I guess my real name is too long for some..''. She said in her little voice as she took off her hood, allowing her long, silk like Onyx hair to flow down to her shoulders happily her bright, yet large, amber eyes glistened due to light from the fire.
     
    Raven looked at Elimia "you sure are beautiful. I wish I could show you my appearance but I'm afraid you'll hate me" Raven looked at the fire's blaze "I wonder how the guards are holding up" as the walls violently shake she tells that the dragon is sitting above the inn.
     

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