mythicdawnmaster Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Selene got up, and linked arms with Cyrus again. She looked at Dirmire as she passed, but then focused on Cyrus. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted June 17, 2012 Author Share Posted June 17, 2012 Cyrus walks up the stairs and after passing through a few hallways, he comes to a large door. "Here we are, my dear. Do ring if you need anything." He starts to turn and walk away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mythicdawnmaster Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Selene smiled and said "Thank you my lord." She opened the large golden doors and stepped inside, closing them behind her, The room was very luxurious, with dwemer tables and chars, a four poster bed, and a natural spring of water over in the corner, acting as a bath. Selene unfastened her dress and took off her shoes, her naked body pale and smooth, she got into the water and relaxed, washing herself over. As she washed her hair, she noticed that the raven black it once was began to... fade, it literally washed away, stripping away the black, and revealing white blonde, the same happened to her eyebrows "Well that was... unexpected." It was a side effect of her Vampirism... as it often effected individuals in different ways, some having elongated fangs, or Albino coloured skin after turning.. for Selene it seemed her hair became blonde. She got out and changed into a black evening dress, and black shoes, putting her hair in a high ponytail. She walked out of her chambers and looked around... she was quite interested in the Dwemer museum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted June 17, 2012 Author Share Posted June 17, 2012 A guard stopped her at the door to the Dwemer museum. "Sorry, miss. You can not enter without the Court Mage's r the Jarl's permission." Lord Cyrus was wandering over to tale a look through the museum himself zapped the impertinent guard, then resurrected him. "I do apologize for his behavior. He will be more subservient now, which I hate." He shot an Icy missile through it's head and the zombie guard crumbled into ashes. "Shall we?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mythicdawnmaster Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Selene smiled "You really must tell your guards and the people that a Royal is here to stay for a while... i can't have guards doing that to me all the time." She said with a smile, her now blonde hair glinting in the dim light. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted June 17, 2012 Author Share Posted June 17, 2012 "You changed your hair color... or is it a symptom of your vampirism?" Cyrus bend in to take a closer look, pulling out a set of spectacles. "Hmm.. recently bitten. This explains a lot. Well, my dear? Shall we go into the museum?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mythicdawnmaster Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 Selene smiled and said "It seems to be a side effect of my vampirism... strange, yet not unwelcome. Yes... it seems whomever planned on having me turned was very thorough... they had me attacked, and they had me bitten. But yes, i would love to see around the museum." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Naktis Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 As soon as Selene left Shadow locked the door and walked over to the table. He looked at the scroll on the table and picked it up. Thankfully the rather vague letter mentioned the city he had to go to. Markarth. "Great. I will have to go to Skyrim." He thought and went to the second floor where he had a small library. The vampire rummaged through a messy pile of papers scattered all over the table. From that pile he pulled two maps, one of Cyrodiil the other one of Skyrim. He usually accepted only those contracts who were in Cyrodiil or somewhere near its border, the other ones where the mark lived somewhere far away he simply ignored. Markarth was within the 'too far' territory but the way the scroll was delivered intrigued him. Shadow sat at the table and looked for the shortcuts. Traveling for a vampire wasn't exactly easy but spending too much time traveling wasn't good either. He memorized most of the shortcuts and arose from his seat. "Time to go." He mumbled to himself and started packing his things for the journey. The vampire went to the stables. It was still dark outside but not for long. If he will ride fast he should reach an inn or some sort of cave or an abandoned mines where he could spend the day. The magnificent black mere stood still, waiting for her owner. "A long journey awaits. Hope you are ready, my old friend." The vampire spoke as he mounted the horse and rode off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flipout6 Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 (edited) Rilgumskar awoke early in the morning to the sound of chirping birds and a light wind rustling through the trees. He was dressed and had his rucksack packed in no time. He hit the road again, noting that he was at the bottom of the mountain now. He ate a piece of stale bread for his hearty breakfast, and walked on, thinking all the while about Thelda's death. That was what had him in such low spirits, and why he wanted some time to himself. Thelda had been a nord adventurer, like him, and a skilled blacksmith and tailor. She was the one that taught him everything he knew about the two subjects, and he used that knowledge to create his gear himself. He in turn taught her some of the spells he knew. They had adventured together for two years, becoming close, although they never fell in love. They had seen many of the troubles of the world, and decided to help out regular people as well as plundering ruins. It was a week and a half ago that Rilgumskar and Thelda had been killing draugr in a crypt at the request of a man who had a grandmother to bury. When the final undead were in a fight with them, the most powerful one, a Scourge, blasted them with one of those shouts, a thu'um. Rilgumskar had been sent flying across the room (he was hit point blank, as he was fighting it.) while Thelda, who had finished the remaining draugr off, (except for the Scourge) was knocked over and dazed when she hit her head. Rilgumskar was already charging at it, attempting to save her, when it brought it's axe down into her chest. He broadsided the rotting zombie with his shoulder and brought the point of his sword down through its forehead, but he was too late. He dragged her out of the crypt and begged for help, but she was dead already. He personally notified her family, and saw her buried, before he began his present journey. His face was ashen when he first caught sight of windhelm, very far off in the distance. It remained ashen when the bandits approached him. "All your coin, now, or you're dead." A nasty-looking bandit told him. His answer was, naturally, a firebolt to the face. At the same second, Rilgumskar had his silver sword out of its sheath and ready for battle. He cast ironflesh on himself, before snuffing out all the magic in his left hand and switching to sword combat. A bandit with a warhammer charged at him, raising his weapon above his head, but Rilgumskar rolled out of the way and drove his sword through the clumbsy bandit's chest, yanking it out and watching him fall to the ground. He shot an ice spike through another bandit's arm, heard him roar in pain, and promptly decapitated him before he could recover. Looking around while crouching low to the ground, Rilgumskar looked for mages or archers. He found the latter, standing on a rock on the verge of firing. Just as he fired the shot, Rilgumskar threw flames at the bandit, and the arrow was disintegratedin midair. The arcane fire streaked past the arrow and engulfed the final bandit, who writhed and screamed before collapsing and dying. Rilgumskar sheathed his sword, took gold and food from the bandits, and moved on towards Windhelm. He found himself wondering as he walked along the road where he would go after he left Windhelm, and it didn't take him long to decide that Markarth would be a good option. They were plagued by bandits and those Forsworn people, and the jarl was a necromancer who fired magic bolts at people whenever he pleased. Rilgumskar might be able to do a lot of good there. They also had Thalmor within the keep, last he heard, and everyone who was willingly part of the Aldmeri Dominion could use a thumping. Edited June 18, 2012 by Flipout6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
62firelight Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 "Alright then, I'll be hunting around the border if you need me." Sa'virr spotted one final, last two-bit bandit that came charging towards him. He hid his dagger at sight, allowing the bandit to keep moving. Soon, the bandit was screaming in pain after the Khajiit lifted his dagger quickly to stab him. Blood came spurting out of his heart and landed on the ground behind the Khajiit. Sa'virr continued on the path, looking for any more elks or even the one he failed to kill. The road was filled with easily dealt with bandits and some everyday wolves, Sa'virr was bound to face Forsworn any time now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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