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Nymeria_Grey Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 8:13 pm
❝From the mists of the mountain a ⊱ deafening call bellows down over the plains ☼ On a host of BATTLE-WORN ears it does fall Pushing OUT through the thunder and rain✴THESExxxxMENxxxxOFxxxxTHExxxxNORTHxxxxTHEYxxxxHAVExxxxSUFFEREDxxxxTOOxxxxLONG
THExxxxANGERxxxxITxxxSWELLSxxxxINxxxxTHEIRxxxxVEINS
 ☄Of the spirited roars of lost WARRORS’ songs⇊⇊ xxxxxxxxxx Distant♬ echoes ❋ Noone are → ALL that remain !And my voice is my violenceClear the sky’s frozen tears... And no more we’ll be silent... With this Sovngarde song in our ears...x█████████████████ ღ And we★ STAND, tall Sons of the SNOW We will not fall!xxxx≫Under≪ these BLOWSxx For our hearts, THEY are hardy ↷xxxxxxxxxOur spirits are strong, And our voices are lifted into...❞x↪ WHERE!; Jorrvaskr // WHO!; the Companions // STATUS!; Bored☄xxxÁstríðr took a swig of her Hommingbrew mead - Torvar kept a steady supply of it handy. She was watching Vilkas try to work with said drunk, which apparently involved quite a bit a swearing from Torvar and good-natured ribbing by the Circle member. She shook her head and Vilkas deflected Torvar's blow with a simple flick of his wrist. "Torvar! Stop swinging your sword around like a club! I though you were a Companion!" Torvar paused long enough to flip her off, only just missing a blow to the head with Vilkas' blunted practice sword. Ástríðr stood, drained her tankard, and hurled the metal cup at the man's head. She smirked with the vessel connected with Torvar's head, sending him to the ground with a satisfying clang. She walked over to the training yard and gazed down at his prone form, her hands on her hims. "What'd you do that for?" Ástríðr raised an eyebrow as she turned her attention to Vilkas. She felt her heart give a pathetic nod to her dead-and-buried crush on the werewolf, but didn't let it stop her. "To remind him not to practice drunk." Vilkas merely shook his head. Everyone knew Torvar drank himself into a stupor - practice or not. "When he wakes up, throw him in the moat around Dragonsreach, just to be sure he's sober." While Ástríðr enjoyed a drink as much as the next Nord, she wanted to keep the Companions from becoming a bunch of drunken brawlers and Torvar wasn't helping. "Aye." Vilkas sounded resigned, but he knew she was in the right.xxxSatisfied her work was done, Ástríðr nodded with a smirk and headed into Jorrvaskr. She took a moment to let her eyesight adjust - the mead hall was always so dark - and took stock of her life. She had worked her a** off to rise in the ranks of the Companions - pissing off Njada and the others - only to lose the man she came to see as a father. Ever since Kodlak's death, Ástríðr had felt an acute sense of aimlessness. Yes, she and her shield-siblings had saved the old man's soul and yes she wouldn't give up her Beast blood or place as Harbringer for anything, but she wasn't sure what to do. She ran from her grief for months, taking anything Aela could give her and exploring any cave or ruin she came across between her target and Jorrvaskr. It took a run through the forest with the other Circle members for Ástríðr to come to her senses. She terrified the twins when she burst into tears the moment her eyes had become human enough to do so. If she hadn't been letting go of her grief, Ástríðr would have laughed herself silly at their expressions. As it was, Aela threatened them with some pretty creative uses of her arrows and where she'd put them, before they scampered off to find dinner. After they vanished, Aela pulled Ástríðr into a very uncharacteristic hug and they talked. By the time the boys returned with an elk and a cave bear, the women were laughing and telling embarrassing stories about the other Companions.xxxSince that night, Ástríðr had thrown herself into her role as Harbringer of the Companions. She trained with her shield-siblings, handed out the high-profile jobs to the Circle members, and occasionally the others, if they were itching for glory, and nothing else. She was still trying to find the new direction of the Companions. She'd poured over Kodlak's journals, but found nothing to go on. Aela was no help, as she was too focused on the Companions of old to look to the future; and the Twins were trying to decide if they wanted to keep the blessing Kodlak and Skjor bestowed upon them. Ástríðr had already decided that the Beast Blood would no longer be the deciding factor in who became a Circle member - she knew some people wouldn't enjoy the chance to hunt with Hircine. 'But what do we use instead?' That question had plagued her for weeks. Vignar was no help - despite his friendship with Kodlak, Vignar didn't care about the Companions. He spent most of his time in Jorrvaskr berating her for not picking a side in the civil war; that or grumbling under his breath about how the Companions had an obligation to help the True Sons and Daughters of Skyrim. Whenever she mentioned that not every Companion was a Nord, Vignar would shuffle away with a glare on his face. With a huff, Ástríðr threw herself into one of the many chairs around the fire pit, "What am I going to do?"Dawn Shadowblade Hope that's alright for you. I always write a bunch for my first quote... sweatdrop Thanks for letting me know about you being gone. I appreciate the heads up. Just to let you know, it's 11:13 pm here and I have a job interview at 10 am tomorrow. I won't be online until around 11:30 - 12:00. I look forward to rping with you!
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 11:45 pm
 Time losses its' meaning...Practically falling up the stairs after being startled by Heimeskr, Stark violently pushes open the door to Jorrvaskar to avoid the abrupt loss of momentum. He lands on his face as he falls to the floor. After getting up from that embarrassing face plant, Stark musters up enough courage and walks towards the first Nord he sees. As he steps up to her, he asks, "May I ask who is in charge? I'm sorry for bursting in like that, I was surprised by a man screaming about 'Talos' and I tripped over the steps." He pauses to glance about the room and look at the inhabitants of the now obvious mead hall, "May I take a seat? I have been traveling from Falkreath and I had to deal with some... wildlife. By the way, my name is Stark."...after being asleep so long, as to not have anyone you know, to spend it with. Status: Lost
Location: Jorrvaskar
With: Ástríðr and CompanionsNymeria_Grey I understand the length, its setting the scene! wink Thanks for the patience! Oh, and since you probably wont read this until after your interview, how did it go?
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Nymeria_Grey Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 9:39 am
❝From the mists of the mountain a ⊱ deafening call bellows down over the plains ☼ On a host of BATTLE-WORN ears it does fall Pushing OUT through the thunder and rain✴THESExxxxMENxxxxOFxxxxTHExxxxNORTHxxxxTHEYxxxxHAVExxxxSUFFEREDxxxxTOOxxxxLONG
THExxxxANGERxxxxITxxxSWELLSxxxxINxxxxTHEIRxxxxVEINS
☄Of the spirited roars of lost WARRORS’ songs⇊⇊ xxxxxxxxxx Distant♬ echoes ❋ Noone are → ALL that remain !And my voice is my violenceClear the sky’s frozen tears... And no more we’ll be silent... With this Sovngarde song in our ears...x█████████████████ ღ And we★ STAND, tall Sons of the SNOW We will not fall!xxxx≫Under≪ these BLOWSxx For our hearts, THEY are hardy ↷xxxxxxxxxOur spirits are strong, And our voices are lifted into...❞x↪ WHERE!; Jorrvaskr // WHO!; the Companions and Stark // STATUS!; Curious☄xxxÁstríðr looked up when the door slammed open. For a moment, she was assaulted by the scent of the marketplace, mingling with the sweet crispness of the renewed Gildergreen, and the less than duclet tones of Heimeskr. The door swung shut, blocking out the rest of the world and Ástríðr glanced around for whatever caused the disturbance in the first place. Her eyes fell on the form of a young man - 'Almost a boy...' her mind supplied - sprawled on the ground; testament to his collision with the door. Ástríðr's nose twitched, but she shook her head, trying to relieve herself of the need to smell the newcomer. While Aela and Farkas - and Skjor when he was with them - had no problem using the talents the Beast Blood lent to get a solid grasp of who they were speaking to, Ástríðr refused to do the same. She didn't hate the Beast Blood like Vilkas did, but she felt it was rude to smell someone else when they weren't enemies or potential Companions. She remembered the first time she saw Skjor and saw his nostrils flare. She hadn't known it at the time, but he had know she would be a member of the Circle before even Kodlak had - just from taking in her scent and what her experiences had left behind. Once she was blessed by Aela, Ástríðr had been mortified that Skjor - and by extention Aela and the others - had known so much about her after just an instant.xxxShe refocused on the present as the boy rose from his place on the floor and headed toward her. Ástríðr took in his stride and stance, seeing the embarrassment at the forefront. Though he had no problem speaking to her. She couldn't resist the small smirk that slid over her lips when he asked who was in charge. She wondered whether she could pull off the same speech Kodlak had given her when she asked a similar question, nodding when he asked to sit down. "Please, help yourself." She knew how long of a journey it could be to travel from Falkreach to Whiterun alone. Ástríðr waited for Stark to sit down before speaking again. "To answer your previous question. There is no one 'in charge' of the companions. My Shield-Siblings and I are each responsible for our own honor. However, if there were such a leader, I suppose I would be the closest thing. I am Ástríðr Helgidottir, the Harbringer of the Companions." She offered him one of her more stunning smiles, waiting for either his acceptance or the shock she had seen multiple times before. While the Companions were rather progressive, many Nords seemed to have a problem with a woman leading the Companions, though they rarely voiced such opinions around Aela.Dawn Shadowblade I have no problem waiting for a reply. RL always comes first! I think the interview went well, but I won't know until Friday at the earliest...
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 10:02 am
Time losses its' meaning...Warmly smiling back, Stark sat down. His obviously childlike friendliness overcoming his just as obvious curiosity. "That kind of sounded like you where trying to quote something you've heard before." A strange scent touched Starks nose but he couldn't place it. "So, what are the Companions? Please excuse my lack of knowledge, I have been... detached from society for a while." Stark adjusts his eye patch seeing no Vigilants around, and puts it into his backpack, revealing his mark of Azura until he pushes his hair in the way. He sets the bag beneath his chair and returns his attention back to Ástríðr. ...after being asleep so long, as to not have anyone you know, to spend it with. Status: Freindly
Location:Jorrvaskar
With: Astrior and CompanionsNymeria_Grey Wonderful! I wish you luck when you get the answer.
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Nymeria_Grey Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 1:20 pm
❝From the mists of the mountain a ⊱ deafening call bellows down over the plains ☼ On a host of BATTLE-WORN ears it does fall Pushing OUT through the thunder and rain✴THESExxxxMENxxxxOFxxxxTHExxxxNORTHxxxxTHEYxxxxHAVExxxxSUFFEREDxxxxTOOxxxxLONG
THExxxxANGERxxxxITxxxSWELLSxxxxINxxxxTHEIRxxxxVEINS
☄Of the spirited roars of lost WARRORS’ songs⇊⇊ xxxxxxxxxx Distant♬ echoes ❋ Noone are → ALL that remain !And my voice is my violenceClear the sky’s frozen tears... And no more we’ll be silent... With this Sovngarde song in our ears...x█████████████████ ღ And we★ STAND, tall Sons of the SNOW We will not fall!xxxx≫Under≪ these BLOWSxx For our hearts, THEY are hardy ↷xxxxxxxxxOur spirits are strong, And our voices are lifted into...❞x↪ WHERE!; Jorrvaskr // WHO!; the Companions and Stark // STATUS!; Curious☄xxxÁstríðr's smile softened, "The previous Harbringer said something similar to me when I wished to join the Companions." She watched him remove his eyepatch, but chose not to gawk, as it wasn't her place to stare at something the boy wanted hidden. "Your question is one that even Kodlak Whitemane couldn't answer and I believe he was one of the wisest Harbringers that Companions have ever seen." She could just picture the old man blushing and claiming that he certainly wasn't wise. Ástríðr crossed her legs, "Each Companion will tell you something different. For myself, the Companions are family. My Shield-Siblings are my world. I fight for their glory and honor. Jorrvaskr has been my home for longer than I've been a Companion." She remembered playing at being Companions with the Battle-born and Grey-mane children before the Civil war struck. She didn't have anyone else, and would spend days trying to sneak into the mead hall and just watch the Companions train. "If you'd like to join us, I'd suggest you ask the others the same question."xxxÁstríðr took that moment to take in Stark's scent. Something about it seemed off, but she could pick up the tell-tale scents of death, "I don't know what you did before you came here, but I will let you know that the Companions don't kill anything but animals and draugr. Will you be able to handle that? There is no honor in killing those who do not deserve it." She had a hunch that he had killed more than just bandits, but she'd have to ask Aela to get a better read on him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 4:44 pm
Time losses its' meaning...At the mention of draugr, Stark tensed and his head twitched. After Ástríðr finished talking about killing those who were undeserving, Stark nodded and a grim look crossed his face, thinking of his need to feed. Stark is very reluctant to feed, and only did on the bandits and necromancers that stalked his path on the roads. Looking up at Ástríðr, hate for the undead building in his eyes, he says, "I am no stranger to the hunting of undead, draugr or otherwise, and the only reason I would kill the 'undeserving' would to conserve my life. But, even then I would never willingly harm an innocent." Sorrow for the killing he was responsible for in the war for Skyrim's independence replacing the hate. His hair fell to its usual spot revealing Azuras' mark. "I hope I can find better 'glory' here, than being considered a war hero... and I was only privately congratulated for my service." He practically spat the words. He sat up strait looking out beyond the walls lost in memory of his 'service' for the Stormcloaks. He looks back at Ástríðr and his face lights up with a smile again. "I hope this doesn't sound too bad, but you are the first person to be actually nice to me for a while. Thank you. I think I will talk to the others. This offer sounds very appealing." Stark has only spent time at the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary and has only been sent on scouting missions, per his request not to be an assassin. the missions were his rent payment, and he gave a blood oath not to reveal the location of the place. The only reason he'd miss the place is because Babett was the one that actually taught him about Skyrim. ...after being asleep so long, as to not have anyone you know, to spend it with. Status: Conflicted
Location: Jorrvaskar
With: Ástríðr and CompanionsNymeria_Grey Well your avatar took a 1-80. I'm back.
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Nymeria_Grey Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 6:21 pm
❝From the mists of the mountain a ⊱ deafening call bellows down over the plains ☼ On a host of BATTLE-WORN ears it does fall Pushing OUT through the thunder and rain✴THESExxxxMENxxxxOFxxxxTHExxxxNORTHxxxxTHEYxxxxHAVExxxxSUFFEREDxxxxTOOxxxxLONG
THExxxxANGERxxxxITxxxSWELLSxxxxINxxxxTHEIRxxxxVEINS
☄Of the spirited roars of lost WARRORS’ songs⇊⇊ xxxxxxxxxx Distant♬ echoes ❋ Noone are → ALL that remain !And my voice is my violenceClear the sky’s frozen tears... And no more we’ll be silent... With this Sovngarde song in our ears...x█████████████████ ღ And we★ STAND, tall Sons of the SNOW We will not fall!xxxx≫Under≪ these BLOWSxx For our hearts, THEY are hardy ↷xxxxxxxxxOur spirits are strong, And our voices are lifted into...❞x↪ WHERE!; Jorrvaskr // WHO!; the Companions and Stark // STATUS!; Curious☄xxxÁstríðr was surprised by the venom in Stark's voice as he spoke of the undead, but assumed it was the same kind of hatred that many Nords had regarding draugr and skeletons in their tombs. She had been on many assignments to "cleanse" a number of such tombs - including a few Halls of the Dead - and had to listen to the Priests of Arkay, or those who paid her, rant and rave about the unnaturalness of the draugr. She honestly didn't care one way or the other - they attacked her and she killed them; if Ástríðr ever met a sentient draugr who didn't deafen her or try to skewer her, she might let it live, if her instincts didn't scream "Kill it!" first. She was pulled from such thoughts at the sight of Azura's star. 'Is that?' Ástríðr couldn't stop the sudden chill that slid down her spine, 'Why does his eye look like that?' She didn't want to pry or judge - after all, she was indentured to Hircine in this life and the next - but to be marked but a Daedra in such a way was bone-chilling.xxxÁstríðr shook such thoughts aside as Stark smiled at her. He appeared much younger when he smiled and she almost felt the need to hug him. Though she felt that way for a few of the younger Whiterun citizens, she blamed it on the pack instinct that came with being a lycan. "I'd apologize for those who were less that hospitable, but Skyrim has never been more harsh; in her climate and her landscape." Ástríðr frowned. While she refused to allow the Companions to choose a side, she hated what the Civil war was doing to her country. She stood and glanced about the mead hall for a moment before shouting, "Farkas! Ria!" She saw the two across the hall - probably talking about two-handed weapons, since Ria was asking Vilkas for training. "Come over here." The two Companions rose and wandered over, a bit curious about who Ástríðr was talking to. Ástríðr smiled down at Stark, before speaking to her Shield-Siblings, "This is Stark. He's thinking about joining, but doesn't know who we are." Farkas and Ria looked surprised, "Answer his questions, will you? He needs to know what he's getting into." Her smile turned into a smirk, as she focused on Stark, "Farkas is a member of the Circle and Ria was the newest member before I joined. They'll help you out." With that, she excused herself and headed down the stairs. She needed to look at a few of the missives the couriers dropped off and see if there were any jobs for the Circle. Aela was getting antsy and Ástríðr was pretty sure Vilkas was break a shield over the head of the next guard who mentioned an arrow.Dawn Shadowblade Lol, yeah I have a lot of outfits set aside...
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 7:05 pm
Time losses its' meaning...Stark looks the few upside and down. He provides a warm and welcoming smile, no longer trying to hide Azuras' mark. Stark watches the Harbinger leave, planning on following her down after this new conversation finishes. He had decided to reveal his nature to her to assure he kept no secrets from his newfound friend. Resolving to ask the 'Shield Siblings' any question he could think of, he began to look back and forth between them when he began, "Are you surprised by my age, while I am asking to join the Companions? I have been told to ask you what you feel the Companions are." He pauses to allow them to collect their thought for their answer. Happy that he is finally getting to know new people, Stark looks more closely at the Companions, Farkas and Ria, assigned to answer his questions. He again notices the strange smell, but is still unsure. He glances at Aela, who was for some reason, unknown to him, staring at him. He looks at Farkas and asks, "Why is she staring at me?"...after being asleep so long, as to not have anyone you know, to spend it with. Status: Contented
Location: Jorrvaskar
With: CompanionsNymeria_Grey Wow, that's pretty impressive. I have found things to just improve this one. I'm not sure what to do with the NPC's. How does that work? Is there supposed to be an unofficial narrator for them between the two participants in the rp session?
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Nymeria_Grey Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 5:21 pm
xxxFarkas just shrugged, "Aela looks at most people that way." He honestly wasn't sure why Aela was almost glaring at the boy, but figured she'd tell him if he needed to know. You're not the youngest to join the Companions. My brother, Vilkas, and I were just pups when we joined." Even though Farkas was considered an "ice-brain" by Aela and the others, he still knew enough to get a joke in now and then. Yes, it took him a while, but he wasn't stupid, just thorough. He loved slipping in hints like "pups" and watching people's reactions. They were either confused, or understood right away - the latter were a problem.xxxRia smiled, "He's right ya know?" She thumped Farkas on the back for good measure, "Aela's always leery of newcomers." She shrugged, as if it explained everything Aela every did, "Just give her time." Of course, Ria didn't know about the Circle's little secret, but she'd been around long enough to pick up on a few quirks. "Let's see... The Companions are only the most famous warrior band in all of Skyrim. When we arrive, blood is spilled and our blades sing to the glories of Ysgramor. This is life, brother. The struggle is what reminds us to draw breath." Ria knew that was what she always told anyone who asked, but she felt strongly about it. The Companions were the end-all-be-all for her. Her life was full of glory and honor with them, and she wouldn't want it any other way.xxxFarkas nodded, "My brother and I have always been Companions. Our father brought us here and trained us as soon as he could. They're family." Farkas didn't think he needed to say anything else.Dawn Shadowblade Normally, when dealing with NPCs, I just take control of them as I need them. But I don't mind doing short posts for them, just to keep the story moving. Hope you don't mind me not posting as Astrid. She's just doing research. I'll post as her after you get done talking with the others.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 6:32 pm
Time losses its' meaning...As soon as Farkas mentioned 'pups' the odd recurring smell was obvious to Stark. It was the same as the wolves that would constantly ambush, if you could really call it that. To stark it was more like they were walking up to him and trying to bite him. Stark asks hopefully, "Do you keep dogs in here? I kept smelling something and I just realized what it was." Looking around for any sign of pets, Stark was smiling oblivious to any shock from Farkas. "I'm sure she'll warm up to me." Stark now beaming with delight at the thought of a dog, smiled up at Farkas and Ria. Rubbing his left eye and the mark of Azura, Stark stood to his feet and adjusted the twin swords on his belt. "Thank you for your help. I think I'm going to get acquainted with the place." And with that Stark bowed very formally to the both of them, with his right arm across his chest and left pulled strait and to the side out behind him. He walked passed them and down towards the Harbinger. After searching the downstairs area a little he saw Ástríðr. He walked up to her not remembering his naturaly muffled stepps and asked, "Is it alright if I tell you something... important?"...after being asleep so long, as to not have anyone you know, to spend it with. Status: Contented
Location: Jorrvaskar
With: Companions and AstridrNymeria_Grey Ok thanks! I was so confused.
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Nymeria_Grey Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 8:25 am
❝From the mists of the mountain a ⊱ deafening call bellows down over the plains ☼ On a host of BATTLE-WORN ears it does fall Pushing OUT through the thunder and rain✴THESExxxxMENxxxxOFxxxxTHExxxxNORTHxxxxTHEYxxxxHAVExxxxSUFFEREDxxxxTOOxxxxLONG
THExxxxANGERxxxxITxxxSWELLSxxxxINxxxxTHEIRxxxxVEINS
☄Of the spirited roars of lost WARRORS’ songs⇊⇊ xxxxxxxxxx Distant♬ echoes ❋ Noone are → ALL that remain !And my voice is my violenceClear the sky’s frozen tears... And no more we’ll be silent... With this Sovngarde song in our ears...x█████████████████ ღ And we★ STAND, tall Sons of the SNOW We will not fall!xxxx≫Under≪ these BLOWSxx For our hearts, THEY are hardy ↷xxxxxxxxxOur spirits are strong, And our voices are lifted into...❞x↪ WHERE!; Jorrvaskr // WHO!; Stark // STATUS!; Curious☄xxxÁstríðr had wasted no time in getting to work on the missives. She sat down at Kodlak's old desk - once scattered with books, weapons, and the occasional snack - and grimaced at the large stack of papers. She hadn't been away for that long, but apparently the Companions had become very popular. Ástríðr wasn't sure if it was because they had decimated the Silver Hand or because news had gotten out that they had finally reconstructed Wuuthrad for the first time. She took a moment to glance at the wall to her right, where a replica of the mythical axe hung, courtesy of Eorland. She smirked as she remembered him showing up with the replica after she returned from her grief-driven journey. The Companions had jumped up as one and demanded to know when he sent to Ysgramor's tomb and removed the sacred weapon. He proceeded to call them all fools and practically threw the axe into her hands. Ástríðr had known it wasn't Wuuthrad - the weight wasn't exactly right. She told her shield-siblings as much, and they slunk off with their tails between their legs.xxxShe turned back to her work and started trying to make some headway on the stack. She hadn't gotten far, when she heard Stark ask her a question. Ástríðr jumped and whirled around, grabbing the lone dagger on the table and prepared to stab whoever managed to sneak up on her. A few of the more adventurous children of Whiterun liked to try, and she normally humored them. When Njada had tried, still disgruntled that Ástríðr had become Harbringer, Ástríðr had almost skewered her. It took her a moment to realize that Stark had snuck up on her. She took a deep breath before lowering the dagger, "Don't do that." She didn't shout, but she did sound upset, "I don't know what lets you sneak up on people, but you've got to learn to be heard here." Ástríðr didn't want to wake up one morning to hear that one of the Circle members had killed the young man because they didn't hear him approach. She took another deep breath, trying to place the scents she was getting from Stark, and sank back into her chair. "I am sorry about that. Now, what did you need to tell me?" Her curiosity was peaked.Dawn Shadowblade Sorry I didn't post yesterday. Got a headache Saturday night and it lasted all day yesterday... Thought it was better, hopped back online and it came back full force. But I'm feeling better now! smile
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 1:24 pm
Time losses its' meaning...Stark reels back at Astridr's initial response. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... to sneak up on you... I swear!" Shaking a little he nods to her advice. He timidly pulls up a chair and a scared look crosses his face as he pictures the worst case scenario of Astridr flat out attacking him when he reveals his nature. He nervously sits down as if there is a heavy weight on his mind that he needs to share. Still shaking he looks down at his lap, and without looking up he says, " I'm... a... lot older than I look..." He came close to flat out saying vampire but the fear of what could happen made him drag it out. He looks up at Astridr pitifully, pleadingly with his eyes for confirmation she would not kill him when he said his peace. There was a grim look of fear on his almost child-looking face was as if someone had walked over his grave. Putting his hands on his knees and grabbing the custom fabric of his pants while locking his elbows, he looked down and his hair fell in front of his face. He suddenly, quietly said, "I'm a vampire." when he finished his words he began crying in fear and relief of finally being able to share his secret with someone after all these years. "I can explain why..." ...after being asleep so long, as to not have anyone you know, to spend it with. Status: Afraid for his life and relieved.
Location: Jorrvascar basement
With: Astridr
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:38 pm
❝From the mists of the mountain a ⊱ deafening call bellows down over the plains ☼ On a host of BATTLE-WORN ears it does fall Pushing OUT through the thunder and rain✴THESExxxxMENxxxxOFxxxxTHExxxxNORTHxxxxTHEYxxxxHAVExxxxSUFFEREDxxxxTOOxxxxLONG
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☄Of the spirited roars of lost WARRORS’ songs⇊⇊ xxxxxxxxxx Distant♬ echoes ❋ Noone are → ALL that remain !And my voice is my violenceClear the sky’s frozen tears... And no more we’ll be silent... With this Sovngarde song in our ears...x█████████████████ ღ And we★ STAND, tall Sons of the SNOW We will not fall!xxxx≫Under≪ these BLOWSxx For our hearts, THEY are hardy ↷xxxxxxxxxOur spirits are strong, And our voices are lifted into...❞x↪ WHERE!; Jorrvaskr // WHO!; Stark // STATUS!; Curious/Shocked☄xxxÁstríðr was curious what Stark would say after her initial shock wore off. She didn't think the young man had been alive long to have too many secrets - let alone anything that would truly shock her. Still, he was looking very serious. Ástríðr watched him very carefully, taking in the way he shook. 'What has him so terrified?' At his admission, she couldn't help the small smile that escaped. The smile was meant to be reassuring; she had met plenty of people who were older than they look - he could just look at Haelga in Riften. Ástríðr started to tell him as much, but something in his terrified, childlike eyes stopped her. She nodded for him to continue, waiting to reassure him after.xxxTo say Ástríðr was shocked by his confession was an understatement. Her eyes widened, flashing their dark sapphire shade in the light. 'Vampire!' Her entire body tensed, feeling her conditioned response start to kick in - she had been sent after too many fanged covens for her to not "attack first, question after". Her nostrils flared, partially due to her attempt to calm down - she refused to attack anyone in Jorrvaskr without a valid reason - and partially to get a better read on Stark. The first scent to assault her senses was salt; which caused her to pause. She took in Stark's face, with tears in his eyes. Her heart reached out to him, despite her immediate reaction. She took another deep breath to relax; her muscles relaxing moments later, allowing her posture to shift as well.xxxÁstríðr held up her hand. While she wanted to hear Stark's reasoning, she could feel her maternal instincts - which never failed to annoy her Shield-Siblings - rise to the surface. "Before you go any further..." She tried to regain the comforting air she had started the conversation with, though wasn't sure how well it was coming across. "The Companions do not deny members for their past actions." Ástríðr knew Kodlak hadn't cared whether new members were mercenaries, farmers, adventures, or mages. While she wasn't sure how he would feel about Stark, she couldn't just reject him outright, especially since the Companions had their own secrets. "I won't lie to you and tell you that everything will be fine. I believe we would have to keep your... heritage a secret from everyone but those in the Circle. They have... ways of figuring out what you are." Ástríðr knew it wouldn't be enough. They would have to reveal themselves to the young man if his explanation was good enough - it wouldn't do to keep it from him, if he was trusting her with his own secrets. Besides, he seemed like an intelligent young man - 'Well, not a young man... possibly... - and would figure out that the Circle members all smelled like wet dog.xxxShe stood slowly, smiled at Stark, and crossed the room. She shut the double doors and turned back to Stark. "Now, if you are feeling up to it, I will gladly listen to your explanation." She made her way back to her chair. She sank into her seat and boldly placed her hand over his, "Regardless of the outcome, I promise that no harm will come to you within these walls." She didn't know what Stark had gone through, but he didn't act like those who willingly succumbed to Sanguinare Vampiris. She would give him a chance at least.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:10 pm
Time losses its' meaning...Stark tensed as The harbinger's words washed over him. Then he started to shake less as she calmly, didn't try to cut his head off. He finally looked up as She said something about the Circle 'having ways of figuring out what he was.' His eyes were still draining and his shirt had a wet mark from where he had been dripping onto. He was taken aback by her tone, and he tried wiping his eyes on his sleeve when she rose to get a less blurry image of what she was doing. When she started for the door he half expected her to keep walking to clear her head and collect her thoughts, which he wouldn't have minded because it was a lot to take in. He was just glad not to have been killed on the spot. After she closed it and said it was safe to continue, he was then actually able to stop crying. He stuttered, "T-th-thank... y-you." When she sat back down he looked up at her eyes, half expecting a look of mistrust, but when he saw she was willing to listen and said he'd be safe in the walls of Jorrvaskar, he relaxed his shoulders. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I am three hundred and forty three years old," he began but paused for the age to sink in. "I was not the victim of some disease. Back when I was still human, I was the son of a wealthy noble Nord family in Cyrodiil.(pardon me if I misspell that) My father had started taking advice from a mysterious woman. Her agenda was sinister. In exchange for her help, my father was to give me over to be a servant of the Deadric Lord Molag Bal." He said the name as if it was painful. "She was among the Deadra's chosen few called a Daughter of Coldharbur, a pure blooded vampire. Though long dead now by the cut of my blades her name was Minastra. I Under went a similar process and was turned against my will and forced to be her slave and executioner. Any resistance and I was severely punished."Stark paused again taking another breath to collect his memories of the events that transpired next. "I was exposed to many Deadric princess such as Hermaeus Mora, Hircine, Vaermina and others. But as I told you, I struck a deal with Azura and Meridia. After my Deal was made I had till the next full moon until I was in a helpless sleep until the time they needed me." He started panting as his long description winded him more than he realized. ...after being asleep so long, as to not have anyone you know, to spend it with. Status: Explanations!
Location: Jorrvaskar basement
With: AstridrNymeria_Grey Hey I'm going to be gone tomorrow to visit my little sister at my fathers house. I'll reply when I'm back.
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Nymeria_Grey Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 9:55 am
❝From the mists of the mountain a ⊱ deafening call bellows down over the plains ☼ On a host of BATTLE-WORN ears it does fall Pushing OUT through the thunder and rain✴THESExxxxMENxxxxOFxxxxTHExxxxNORTHxxxxTHEYxxxxHAVExxxxSUFFEREDxxxxTOOxxxxLONG
THExxxxANGERxxxxITxxxSWELLSxxxxINxxxxTHEIRxxxxVEINS
☄Of the spirited roars of lost WARRORS’ songs⇊⇊ xxxxxxxxxx Distant♬ echoes ❋ Noone are → ALL that remain !And my voice is my violenceClear the sky’s frozen tears... And no more we’ll be silent... With this Sovngarde song in our ears...x█████████████████ ღ And we★ STAND, tall Sons of the SNOW We will not fall!xxxx≫Under≪ these BLOWSxx For our hearts, THEY are hardy ↷xxxxxxxxxOur spirits are strong, And our voices are lifted into...❞x↪ WHERE!; Jorrvaskr // WHO!; Stark // STATUS!; Shocked☄xxxÁstríðr blinked, 'Three hundred and forty-three...' She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew, theoretically, that vampires were essentially immortal, but to hear that the apparently young man before here was old enough to be her great-great-grandfather was shocking! She forced herself to push her shock to the back of her mind as Stark continued to explain all that had happened to him. She winced right along with him at the mention of the Harvester of Souls. While she hadn't had the misfortune of dealing with the Schemer Prince, Ástríðr had a few run ins with his followers. Besides the usual vampires, she had also run into a few witches who apparently worshiped him. After that, at the urging of Kodlak, Ástríðr had cracked open a few books about the Daedra. She still had nightmares about the things she read, both about Molag Bal and Hircine.xxxShe was surprised to hear that Stark had been exposed to various Daedric Princes, and managed to only be enthralled by two of them - two of those considered, largely, to not be evil. She wanted to ask how long he had been asleep, and what had awoken him, but Ástríðr wasn't sure where to start. She chewed on her bottom lip as she debated with herself; should she ask her questions, or let him rest? Better yet, should he be allowed to join the Companions, or was asking the others to accept a vampire - 'One very different from those they usually fight, but still...' - too much to ask. Ástríðr glanced at the young man, unable to call him anything but, despite his actual age. She frowned a bit, before slapping her thigh, "Alright." She stood again, feeling like her physical movements were reflective of her emotional turmoil. "This is quite a bit to take in..." She wasn't sure whether this was more overwhelming that becoming a werewolf or less, but she needed some time.xxxÁstríðr ran a hand through her dark hair, tangling her braid up more than usual. "I won't lie and say everything will be ok; I wasn't raised that way. But I will try to help." She moved away from Stark, "I've got to step outside for a bit, but you are more than welcome to stay here." She motioned to the doors across from them, "My private quarters are just through those doors. I doubt I'll be using them tonight, so they're yours." She needed a run... She needed Aela's practicality and Vilkas' wisdom. More than anything, she needed Kodlak. 'Why did he think I could do this?' Ástríðr sighed, sounding more tired than she actually felt. She would wait to see what Stark said about her offer and then round up the Circle. Farkas would probably stay behind - they didn't like leaving the mead hall without at least one of them - and Vilkas would probably complain about giving in to the Beast Blood, but he and Aela would still follow her to the Underforge and out the back to race across the plains of Whiterun. She could almost taste the freedom of it already and knew it would help.Dawn Shadowblade Sorry I didn't post yesterday... I couldn't figure out how to reply and decided to play a bit of Skyrim to get into the correct mindset... All it accomplished was getting me to play for hours. sweatdrop
In my next post, I'll have her entire conversation with the Circle, the run, the fireside session, and her return, unless you want to break up posts and show what they were each doing while apart. Just didn't want it to last too long sweatdrop but can't see her making such a decision without the others.
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