Independent Skyrim OC RP blog, featuring bounty hunters and a teeny tiny Dovahkiin.

Mun is 18+ but NSFW will be properly tagged. Mun tracks the tag "spellswordarcher", and will RP with anyone.

Blog is multimuse and multiship. Crossovers are accepted and highly encouraged~

 

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✎ - taste in music/literature

Tarene likes to read books about magic, despite his dislike of serious study and his own lack of arcane talent. His brother is still holding onto his old copies of various enchantment catalogues and various skill books. In more recent years, though, Tarene has been snapping up books about vampires wherever he can find them, and he won’t say why.

He also carries a copy of “Dragon Language: Myth no More”, as the dovah tongue has proven to be a bridge across the language gap for himself, Azaron, and Azihana. While Azaron learned and memorized their select words quickly, Tarene proved a slower learner, and keeps the book around for what little reference it can give.

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Azaron has a taste for tales of heroics, adventure, and occasionally horror. Some of his favorites include “The Armorer’s Challenge”, “The Black Arrow”, “Horror at Castle Xyr”, and “Biography of the Wolf Queen” (though admittedly, he picked this up because it had ‘wolf’ in the title). After accepting the beast blood, he became more interested in the Daedric Princes - specifically Hircine - and began quietly looking for books that spoke of them.

He picked up titles such as “Aedra and Daedra”, “Azura and the Box”, “The Book of Daedra”, “16 Accords of Madness, v. VI” (it pleased him to see the one who would have his soul (Hircine) shamed in defeat), etc. Additionally, Azaron walks around with a copy of “Great Harbingers” in his bag. He keeps it as one clear connection to what he considers some of the best years of his life.

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Due to her dovahsos, Azihana is able to read written dragon text, and her favorite book is “Dragon Language: Myth no More” simply because it contains passages copied from Word Walls which she is able to read. She routinely nicks this book out of Tarene’s bag, and will read the translations out loud to show off her skill. Because there are also Tamrielic translations, she’s managed to improve a bit of her skill in that language, as well.

After meeting Paarthurnax, Azihana took a greater interest in dragons, and upon discovering the book “Atlas of Dragons” sitting on a shelf in Bits and Pieces in Solitude, she begged her father for it. She fell in love with the sketches the previous owner had penned in the negative spaces on the pages.

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spellswordarcher asked
"Warn me before you do that again, that hurt."

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Hand still tingling from left over magicka, Jae quickly shoved it in her pocket and gave a sheepish grin to the small Khajiit, “Ah, apologies. It is a bit of a habit I’m afraid when I am surprised like that…” She gestured to the bow on her back, “At least I didn’t hit you with this. Small blessing, that.”

Azihana took her arm back and prodded it experimentally, though the tingle of the weak shock was fading. The little Khajiit flattened her ears back, but glanced up at Jae with her head bowed. “…not mean to startle you.” She muttered, somewhat apologetically. She had come up behind the woman, wanting to see what she was doing, but her naturally light feet meant that she hadn’t been heard until the last minute.

"There is no reason to apologize, hla aln. I should have kept a better eye on my surroundings," Jae brought herself down to Azihana’s eye level to better speak with her, "Are you alright? I truly did not mean to harm you." Well, it was done out of self defense, but had she been more mindful, it would not have been meant to hurt in the first place. Her own spell practice had made her oblivious to her surroundings, which was something she needed to work on. No sense in practicing if one did not notice the threat to begin with.

"It tingles…" Azihana rubbed her arm with a quiet pout. The fur was still charged with static, and stood noticeably upright, but that was the worst of the damage. "But…this one okay." She looked up at Jae, green eyes shining with curiosity, now. "Why you way out here?" She asked. "Can barely see road from here."

Gracious, she had overdone it a bit for a weak sparks spell, hadn’t she? “Well good. I would have hated to harm you badly out here,” she gave a weak chuckle, “I fear my healing abilities are just enough to keep from dying,”  Jae tilted her head, debating on getting very detailed about what she was doing. It might go over the Khajiit’s head. She opted to give a simpler answer in saying, “I was practicing something I’ve been researching. I wanted to be away from others so no one would be hurt.” 

Azihana’s ears pricked up, easily distracted away from her tingling arm and staticky fur. “A spell?” She guessed excitedly, her long tail swishing behind her and rustling the foliage in it’s way. She loved magic! It made all sorts of pretty colors! “What’s it do?”

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spellswordarcher:

Haaki was normally a very confident young man. If he set his mind to get something done, then he got it done, no matter what challenges stood in his way - and especially if there was a nice reward to be had for doing so. However, the strange woman’s words actually made him pause.
 Three….deathlords? The nasty kind that Shouted?

"….they didn’t come out?" Haaki queried slowly. "Not even one?"

         Humans were always trying to prove something it seemed,
         whether they were Nords or not.  Trying to become the next
         big adventurer,     it was silly to her to die for a possibility of
         greatness.        Twirling the dwarven arrow in her hand she
         nodded her head slightly,    large eyes glancing back to the
         heavy door. She barely made it out herself.

         ”No, they went in about a half hour ago. It’s safe to assume
         they all are dead.”
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Dead in a half hour? Haaki’s unease grew as he glanced back at the dungeon doorway. This place was shaping up to be out of his league….had he Tarene’s sharp eyes by his side, or even Azaron’s long-reaching greatsword, he might have just plowed on through blades swinging. No draugr would have stood in their way then.

But Haaki was on his own that day, and he knew the consequences of overstepping his limits. One deathlord would be a difficult challenge, but three? No. He’d never be able to handle three on his own. But there was a slim chance that he didn’t have to…

"Shouldn’t we go in after them?" The young Nord thought out loud, looking back at the womer. "If they’re still alive, we could team up - or at least take down the draugr while they were distracted. We couldn’t lose then."

thedoorsofoblivion:

         ”Last guys that went in there didn’t listen to me,
         I’m assuming they’re  dead  because there are
         three of those stupid Nordic draugr deathlords
         just waiting to kill something.” 
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Haaki was normally a very confident young man. If he set his mind to get something done, then he got it done, no matter what challenges stood in his way - and especially if there was a nice reward to be had for doing so. However, the strange woman’s words actually made him pause.

Three….deathlords? The nasty kind that Shouted?

"….they didn’t come out?" Haaki queried slowly. "Not even one?"

spellswordarcher asked
"Warn me before you do that again, that hurt."

anassassinandtwothieves:

spellswordarcher:

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Hand still tingling from left over magicka, Jae quickly shoved it in her pocket and gave a sheepish grin to the small Khajiit, “Ah, apologies. It is a bit of a habit I’m afraid when I am surprised like that…” She gestured to the bow on her back, “At least I didn’t hit you with this. Small blessing, that.”

Azihana took her arm back and prodded it experimentally, though the tingle of the weak shock was fading. The little Khajiit flattened her ears back, but glanced up at Jae with her head bowed. “…not mean to startle you.” She muttered, somewhat apologetically. She had come up behind the woman, wanting to see what she was doing, but her naturally light feet meant that she hadn’t been heard until the last minute.

"There is no reason to apologize, hla aln. I should have kept a better eye on my surroundings," Jae brought herself down to Azihana’s eye level to better speak with her, "Are you alright? I truly did not mean to harm you." Well, it was done out of self defense, but had she been more mindful, it would not have been meant to hurt in the first place. Her own spell practice had made her oblivious to her surroundings, which was something she needed to work on. No sense in practicing if one did not notice the threat to begin with.

"It tingles…" Azihana rubbed her arm with a quiet pout. The fur was still charged with static, and stood noticeably upright, but that was the worst of the damage. "But…this one okay." She looked up at Jae, green eyes shining with curiosity, now. "Why you way out here?" She asked. "Can barely see road from here."

Maps and Magic [Tili and Tarene]

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"Yes!" she said, a bit too loud and clapped her hand over her mouth. A few people looked over and back. "Sorry." she mouthed, and smiled.

"Is that your brother?" she asked, pointing to the altmer across the room.

"Yeah…" Tarene smiled quietly. "That’s him." The mage had turned back to his class, and was speaking to them excitedly. He dismissed them not a moment later, and the students shuffled away to practice their lesson as their teacher turned and all but ran across the room. Tarene’s eyes widened, and he had just enough time to take a small step back before he was wrapped up in an excited bear hug that lifted him clean off his feet and drove the wind from his lungs.

"Tarene! Julianos be praised! You’re alright!" Gladroon cried out happily, holding out the sellsword as easily as a child would hold a doll. "I mean, I knew you were alright when I started getting your letters, but to have you finally come and visit…!" Tarene managed a sheepish grin for his taller brother, not responding mostly because he still couldn’t breathe.

Tili giggled, she was happy for their reunion and she hoped Tarene was as happy as his brother obviously was. She didn’t interrupt them, she didn’t want to be rude, but she was excited to meet Tarene’s brother.

She waited patiently as they spoke. Or as his brother spoke and Tarene kept nodding at first. Tili was about to ask if he was alright, she felt a bit concerned.

Gladroon finally set Tarene back on his own two feet and released him from his surprisingly iron grip. The sellsword straightened up and smiled, trying to look casual, despite the lingering soreness of an excited smith’s hug. He’d have a few bruises later, for certain. However, Gladroon hadn’t seemed to notice, and Tarene wasn’t about to bring down his brother’s sky-high mood.

"Glad," The Altmer’s voice was just a tad clipped, as he was trying not to reveal the accompanying shortness of breath. "This is Tili." Tarene gestured to the woman. "She’s a friend of mine, from-…ah, far away." The Altmer faltered when he realized that he didn’t really know much about where Tili hailed from. The topic had been breezed over in favor of the more pressing (at the time) topic of escape. Gladroon turned his bright smile to the woman, but offered her a much less bruising handshake instead of a hug.

"A friend of Tarene’s is a friend of mine!" The mage smiled. "Good to meet you, Tili!"

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"Azihana! Get down!" Tili screamed. She sprinted towards the child as she saw a man aiming directly for her. It may have hurt her as she shoved her out of the way, but Tili had an overwhelming feeling to protect her at all costs. She felt a sting in her gut and staggered to the side before falling over. She hoped the others would take care of the attacker, because she was starting to black out.

"Thank the Gods." Tili said and her voice cracked. "I don’t know what I’d do if I lost one of you." her eyes started to water and her chin trembled. She put a bloody hand to her face to cover herself and smeared it a bit.

She sobbed a bit, she was so relieved they were all okay. She covered her face with both hands now, she didn’t care if they were bloody. She cried tears of relief now.

"You don’t know what you would do…?” Tarene laughed humorlessly. What would they do if they lost Tili? Cautiously releasing pressure on the cloth, the mer was rewarded with a lessened blood flow, and he settled both of his hands over the wound before closing his eyes and focusing on the one restoration spell he knew that could heal someone besides the caster. He really ought to thank Colette whenever he returned to the College. Her lecture may not have been wanted at the time, but it was sure coming in handy…

Azihana continued to hover by Tili’s side, and pointedly stared at the golden glow of the healing magic for several minutes before looking down, and reaching out to touch Tili’s closest hand. Were things okay? Her uncle had the healing magic, but the potion hadn’t worked before…would miss Tili still be okay?

Tili let out a pained sound as he kept pressing on her stomach. When Azihanna took her hand she refused to let her pain show through. “I’m so glad you’re ok Azihanna.” she smiled. “I’m sorry, my hands are dirty.” she said. Her eyelids were still heavy feeling, she was exhausted from the blood loss and the pain in general.

Suddenly she was feeling embarrassed that she had gone down so easily, but she did purposefully push Azihanna out of the way. If it had been her, she most definitely would have died. “I’m ready to sleep.” she said to no one in particular. “When can I sleep?” she didn’t notice, but surely the other adults did. Maybe it was from the blood loss or the stress of the situation, but Tili was unable to stick to one subject for long and she was clearly out of it.

"Not time for sleep, miss Tili." Azihana chimed in before Tarene could respond. "Dangerous to sleep outside!" Dangerous for her to sleep at all, her uncle added silently to himself. Considering how much blood she had lost, keeping Tili awake was going to be a priority. Looking up at Azaron, Tarene nodded his head back in the direction of town; Ivarstead was small, but since the summoning of the Dragonborn, they had once again begun to host pilgrims to the Seven Thousand Steps. There was a healer in town who could wield restoration magicks far better than Tarene, and they would need their assistance before they’d be able to safely return Tili to town.

Azaron nodded and muttered a short, but slow phrase to Azihana (“Fey voth hin nomah”, to which, the little girl nodded obediently). Then, the Khajiit turned and began running back towards town at  brisk pace. The quicker he could return with the healer, the better. Tarene returned his focus to what little healing he could do, and Azihana reached out to grab Tili’s hand.

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≈ ((Any muse you like, though it was probably accidental XD))

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[Azaron - because why not?]

Tili had been swept off her feet and thrown directly into the water.It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to soak her almost completely. “Why did you do that!?” she just about shrieked. “It’s freezing out here!” she was beyond furious.

She giggled at his actions and took a few more bites. “I enjoy your company.” She said honestly. She had finished her half and sat back against a log with a sigh.

Azaron’s ears twitched just a bit, and he made a rumbling purring sound as he chewed the last of his salmon, staring resolutely at the ground. While he was very close to friends such as Tarene and Haaki, the Khajiit did not have many friends beyond them; only enemies and those he tried to hard to impress.

His social skills were very rough, as he had had little use for them in his years since the Companions, and among them, simply being a member had brought with it instant camaraderie. While this had been grand, it meant that upon leaving, Azaron had little experience in befriending others from scratch. Tarene and Haaki (and now Tili, it seemed) were absolute miracles.

Tili smiled to herself, she was glad to be becoming better friends with Azaron. He always seemed so tough and almost closed off, but it seemed like she was breaking through. Maybe it had been because she wasn’t someone he knew, which was understandable. But she was happy to be gaining his trust. She already trusted him ever since he had rescued her and Tarene, that seemed so long ago now.

"Thank you, for always being so kind to me." she said quietly.

The mercenary tilted one ear forward in unavoidable curiosity. “Why should I have not?” He wondered, leaning back on the rock upon which he sat. “You were no bandit, and Tarene liked you well enough, when we first met, so that was enough for me.” Admittedly, he had kept a wary eye on the woman after they’d met again in Winterhold, but never had he come across cause to dislike or distrust her.

spellswordarcher asked
"Warn me before you do that again, that hurt."

anassassinandtwothieves:

Hand still tingling from left over magicka, Jae quickly shoved it in her pocket and gave a sheepish grin to the small Khajiit, “Ah, apologies. It is a bit of a habit I’m afraid when I am surprised like that…” She gestured to the bow on her back, “At least I didn’t hit you with this. Small blessing, that.”

Azihana took her arm back and prodded it experimentally, though the tingle of the weak shock was fading. The little Khajiit flattened her ears back, but glanced up at Jae with her head bowed. “…not mean to startle you.” She muttered, somewhat apologetically. She had come up behind the woman, wanting to see what she was doing, but her naturally light feet meant that she hadn’t been heard until the last minute.