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    Brittonbubba

    Argonian Foreigner
    Britton glared at her back. "You could never understand, alright?! If I told you why I think lowly of them, you'd probably get even more angry!"
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "The Stormcloaks saved Kivuli's life when a dragon attacked Helgen. The Imperials branded her one of them when she stumbled into thier ambush and were going to execute her. She despises the Empire far more than she despises her faction's racism." Kivuli hisses, looking annoyed now.
     

    Brittonbubba

    Argonian Foreigner
    "When your parents are nearly killed by people for being 'scale-backs', then you kind of can't trust whatever faction they're part of!"
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli sighs. "Kivuli is working on limiting how often such a tragedy occurs while in Ulfric's employment, you know. Being one of his most effective Generals gives her great leeway, despite her half-breed heritage."
     

    Brittonbubba

    Argonian Foreigner
    Britton sighs himself. "I'm sorry... I honestly didn't target the Stormcloaks specifically when I was talking to him..." Britton then saw the stranger who sneaked in. "DIVINES!" He fell backwards from being startled.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli takes note of the newcomer as well, ears twitching ever so slightly. "A new one enters our fold bearing the armor of a child of Nocturnal."

    Lazzie narrows her eyes slightly at him...something didn't feel right.about this new guy...besides just the thief thing the other Khajiit halfie pointed out.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Vol was absolutely stunned. He didn't know such kindness still existed in Skyrim. Much of the people harbored bitter resentment and hatred for others. It surprised him even more that what kindness was left was so willingly extended to him. A Dragon.

    Vol was snapped from his thoughts as Kivuli and Britton began arguing with one another. He sauntered over to Lazzie as the two went back and forth about the War.

    Vol had heard bits about the War from some of the Dawnguard members, but he chose to stay far from it. But he assumed that War would soon come to him, forcing his hand, and his loyalty, to take a side.

    Vol snapped out of his daydream as Britton yelped in surprise, tumbling backwards. He caught Britton by the arm and helped him back to his feet. Another Khajiit had strode in, carrying an air of mystery about him.

    "Huh, when did he get here?"
     

    Brittonbubba

    Argonian Foreigner
    Britton stretched a bit and took his shield off of the fire. The bread dough was now firm. "I honestly never believed in the Nightengales until recently. I thought I saw some people wearing the Nightingale armor wandering the wilderness. Guess I was right."
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "We exist mate, the question is who amongst those in Skyrim are they?" The Nightingale chuckles in amusement.

    Kivuli warily eyes him. "So you honor a thief Daedra. Skirting the law like that is only going to get you killed someday."

    "Honoring the huntsman Daedra isn't that much better, especially for those who bear his...wolfish gift." The Nightingale then eyes Lazzie. "Khajiit and Orc huh? Surprised a child of Malacanth mated with a furball."

    Lazzie hisses slightly at the rude one. She was real tired of people pointing it out like that by now. 16 years of strangers doing that really wears on a person.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Vol growled inwardly. He really didn't like this newcomer.

    A theif? Fine.

    A Deadra Worshipper? Not all that surprising. Many worship Deadra instead of Aedra.

    But insulting Lazzie about her lineage was crossing the line. She had saved Vol's life once, and he owed her much more than just that.

    "Listen a**hole. If you want to stay here, fine. I don't care. But unless you're looking to start something, I'd recommend biting your tongue."
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    The Nightingale chuckles in amusement and points his daedric mace at Vol. "You threatenin' me, boy?"

    Kivuli brandishes her ebony dagger, Black Lightning, and points it at the Nightingale. "Keep your eyes on the biggest threat, boy."
     

    Crucialcatalyst

    New Member
    Varick slowly walked up to the doors, the winds biting at his back and he slowly pens the door keeping a firm grip on the door as to not let it slam and slowly closes it and stiffly walks over to an abandoned table and takes his seat.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    The chilly Skyrim breeze twirled the white hair of the young woman as she walked through the quiet town. Despite her distaste of alcohol, the taverns were always filled with news from people conversing and bruiting about. She gently opened its doors, the scent of alcohol pastries and meat filling her nose, as well as the always welcoming burning firewood smell. The place was slightly busy, so she walked over to a table that had the least amount of people, and sat quietly down. Her first decision was to listen to the conversations; not to rudely eavesdrop, but rather find a person to converse with.
     

    Withering Fang

    Hope Begins in the Dark
    (here is his Character bio http://skyrimforum.com/sf/threads/character-profiles.4020/page-59)

    Feroxus slowly trudge up the walkway toward the inn, he had been traveling for days, and decided that he needed a nice simple bed and a warm fire to warm his bones, he had his other personal effects very well, and of course if things came to it, he could maybe purchase a house somewhere. But not now, not today, he needed to just simply relax, passing a few people he made sure his furs covered him to the point where the snow wouldn't hit his face. Once inside he motioned to one of the wenches. "I'll take a bit of warm stew, some bread, and a nice ale if you wouldn't mind." Handing her more than enough septims, he peeled away the fur coat, and set it on the back of his chair, and then placed his bow down next to him leaning it on the wall, his face, and skin had light green markings, of the Bosmer culture, and although his eyes were a deep red, his skin was not of the dark grey most Dunmer had, not it was more cloud grey, with a bit of tanned pigment, sure he looked rough, and maybe a bit intimidating, but at this moment, he seemed to be relaxed and calm as he sat in the chair waiting for his food, there were three other chairs as well if anyone else wished to join him.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    The conversations were quite peaceful; at least, most of them were. It surprised Valencia quite a bit, so she eventually thought to enjoy the presence of such an aura. The woman pulled out a book; a fiction work of Athyn Muendil called The Cake and the Diamond. The woman had bought the book awhile back, and was saving it for a relaxing place to read. She heard another enter the inn, glancing back to see an elvish man.

    She returned to her book, about to open it, when a waitress asked her if she'd like anything. "Ah... just a red apple, please." She spoke sweetly, smiling to the woman and handing her a few septims before she walked away. Valencia then returned to her book, opening to the first page to begin her reading. While most would find it odd for one to read in such a public and social place, but to the Nordic Breton, that was her point. She could read, and if anyone cared to spark and conversation, she would willingly place her book aside.

    Not much longer, the woman returned with a shiny red apple and the white-haired young woman thanked her. Taking a bite of the juicy red apple pleased the blue-eyed woman tremendously, and she continued to read her new novel.
     

    Withering Fang

    Hope Begins in the Dark
    Feroxus viewed the squabbled that currently was arising between the dark garbed person and the male; he watched for a while before finishing his bowl of stew and taking up his mug of ale and sipping it gingerly, his eyes trailed to the blue haired woman.
    "Try and be normal for once Alavun...." he then sighed standing up slowly walking over to the woman reading before clearing his throat. "The Cake and the Diamond....is that any good?"

    Feroxus' tone was somber and calm as he then gently grabbed a chair to sit down, his face was in the form of a soft smile before he took another sip of his drink.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    So far, the book had introduced a few characters: a few men and an elderly woman. Despite the innocence, Valencia seemed to presume a bit of foreshadowing. While reading the book, drinking some water, and eating an apple, the white-haired woman heard the voice of a male angled slightly behind her.

    She raised her eyes and saw the male who had walked in earlier. She gave a soft smile to him, eyeing the book that she held in her hands. "So far... yes. To me, I think there might be some comical trickery to be told," Valencia spoke, a light chuckle to follow. She finally returned her sight to the male now sitting near her. She took another sip of her own water, before sitting the drink back down.
     

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