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Crengar took the horse's reigns and guided it off the road, letting it rest. He decided to forage for fist sized stones and some loose brush for a fire in case their rest would be long. It seems much of the party would need it considering the big truths revealed about their leader.
He looked...
Skarin rolled his shoulders as he came down from where he had pushed the boulder.
"That worked too well, Well done." complimented his new imperial comrade, to which he grinned coyly. "Yes, we killed a dragon with a rock; Worthy of song." he thudded his fist against his chest.
He hoisted his...
Crengar nodded somewhat, understanding the nature of her existence except for the immortality part. "I know what it is to be hunted and alone." The silent giant spoke. "Though my life may be but a blink of an eye to you, know that you have gained my earnest respect; from one exile to another."...
Skarin shouldered into the boulder, the massive stone already somewhat loose with everything that had been happening, and thudded it's way down the hill and finding it's target onto the Dragon's back.
Crengar stepped off his horse for a bit, granting the beast some relief while Kairi talked to the Daedra. Crengar just sneered, "Trickster gods..." he commented as he usually did about the Princes, staying out of the conversation, even keeping a hand close to Stone-fury until Vile vanished.
He...
Crengar rose a brow at Kairi. Did she just read his mind, or did his thoughts come out aloud? He shook it away and just bopped a heel in the horse's ribs to get it going, though he had some trouble keeping control of it.
'Well this will get us nowhere fast.' Crengar thought to himself about the current feud between Rivers and Kairi, carefully slipping on the back of a chestnut mare. He always preferred free-running through the wilds to get where he needed to go but considering his entire party would be on horse...
Crengar got up, going upstairs to pick up a large bag made from the stomach of a mammoth which were filled with salted meats and a bottle of mead, strapped with a thick strip of wolf leather which he used to wear it around his back, the strap wrapping over his right shoulder and under his left...
((You rock Solace.))
Skarin sneered at the cats until they lowered their bows. He seemed relieved to know that they were at least friends to the Nords. He addressed himself to the Imperial, even his booming voice seemed similar to the once great warrior; deep and commanding. "I am Skarin of...
Skarin went down to the village, the mountain pass he just left would be certain death due to a perfectly narrow place to get hit by a dragon's Thu'um. He didn't know if the Dragon made it's turn to fly back towards him but he did know that it was hurt by the bit of blood he found splashed all...
Skarin just exited the mountain pass behind Winterhold, standing over the city as a doomed set of adventurers met their end. He drew a throwing axe, drawing it back for a mighty toss as his voice boomed a call to the Gods through the thick cold of Winterhold's air; "YSMIRRR!!!" the axe went...