AXEL THE WOLF .
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Nov 5, 2012 14:07:41 GMT -8
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[/div] tagged: morrigan/ luke words: [/color] 496[/color][/div] the fort that they had won over was secure and steady, something that his men definitely needed to keep their spirits up. jaree-rah had stayed behind with a few of his men in the cave they had made their home before hand, and had instructed his right hand man, axel, to lead the rest of their men and take a fort, or even a town. the fort he had obtained had been swarming with forsworn, bloody savages who were so primal that they lacked intelligence. of course, being a brute and an orc, axel wasn't exactly the smartest out their either, but at least he had the tactical skills to overthrow a fort full of cavemen. besides, the forsworn were vicious, but they lacked stamina, which was something that all of axel's men excelled in. sure he had lost possibly a handful of men, but it was a sacrifice axel was willing to make, so that he could make sure the rest of his crew was safe from danger. which was silly really, seeing as bandits attracted danger for a living, what with the raping, stealing a pillaging. but all of his men needed a good night sleep, sleep where they didn't need to kep one eye open and this fort gave them that.
with the moon out and the aurora flashing through the sky, if axel were anyone else he would think it was romantic. to him, it didn't mean much, just that it gave him more light and more of an excuse not to light more torches. he didn't wish to draw any attention to the fort, seeing as his men needed the rest. axel sacrificed his slumber to stay up and keep an eye out for anyone suspicious. even though he felt this fort was secure, he wasn't one for ever sleeping peacfully. in fact, he didn't sleep often at all; too many nightmares riddled his head - the screaming, the yelling and the blood that coated him as everyone in his stronghold fell. the way he felt about the whole situation was complex; he missed his family, but he was grateful for jaree-rah setting him free and showing him what he truly was, a bandit. at the same time, he hated the man for killing his family, even though he had wished to leave eventually, anyways.
jus tas he was getting lost in his thoughts, he spotted a cloaked figure walking towards the fort. furrowing his eyebrows, he grunted and jumped down from his perch and towards the front entrance. he watched as it got closer to him and when it was only a few yards away, he pulled out his battleaxe, "halt." he stated, demandingly as he got into his battle stance, "state your name and business in these parts." he demanded, hoping that they were nothing but an innocent by stander. either way, the person was going to die, axel would make sure of that. besides, who could this person possibly be? notes: i'm sorry this is so short! [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Morrigan Ashethorn .
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 6, 2012 23:20:11 GMT -8
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Clenching her teeth tight, she ripped the crossbow bolt from her side; its serrated-edge ripping her flesh as it exited muscle. Morrigan heaved in a breath, her lungs were tight and her balance was unsteady. The bolts had been edged in silver and dipped in a toxin that pulled her magicka from her. While she knew the poison wouldn’t hurt her beyond the painful sting and the loss of her greatest weapon, the shards of silver left in the wound were a different matter altogether.
The charmed metal would cause festering – and if left untreated, almost certain death.
She cursed, her weight resting against the tall-oak while she could hear the armored-steps on the soldiers that hunted her. The Dawnguard knew their business and Morrigan mentally chastised herself. She had thought herself too secure, too safe.
The wound wasn’t closing, and blood gushed from in between her fingers. She thought of a very-weak restorative, the incantation sitting there on her tongue but she kept silent. She’d only be trapping the shards inside of her. No, she’d have to suffer until she could remove them. Or until she died; Morrigan wasn’t entirely sure she could make it out of this alive anymore.
She had been treating with a Forsworn witch-woman. An ancient old crone Morrigan had – thought – she’d known for a few decades. Morrigan hadn’t expected treachery from the woman. Morrigan hadn’t even really believed the woman knew what treachery was. When the Dawnguard appeared with their gleaming armor and silver-tipped crossbow bolts, called there by the woman, and when they had slit her throat as surely as they planned to slit Morrigan’s; she fled.
She was ashamed of that now. Morrigan wasn’t a fighter, not really. She’d been in combat, she’d killed, hell; she fought Daedra by the dozens during the Oblivion Crisis. But alone? Against hunters armed with weapons specifically designed to kill the Volkihar queen? She needed space, and room to move around in. Not in some cramped ruin where any of her spells could cause any number of catastrophes. And she needed time to regain her power so she could cast anything beyond a cantrip anyway.
And now she was wounded and her great, vampiric strength and speed were leaving her as quickly as her lifeblood was. She twirled the crossbow bolt in her hand, nimbly flipping it through her fingers before she peered around the tree.
She spotted the hunter the farthest away from her, and threw the bolt at him with all the strength she could muster. Faster than a crossbow could ever propel it, her enhanced vision saw the bolt slam into the man’s neck. His gargled, dying scream was thwarted by the clatter his armor made when he flew from his feet into a nearby tree. All the hunters whirled at the confusion, believing she’d given away her position and that it was near her victim.
Like a liquid shadow in her black-cloak, Morrigan took off running, the edge of what appeared to be ruins crested over the tree-tops. If I make it there, I might have a chance. Panic swept through her when she heard one of the hunter’s shout something and the sound of pounding boots and hooves came after her.
She could outrun the men on foot, she knew she still had enough power left for that, but the men on horseback?
The thought of a silver-sword sweeping her head off drove her on, and she broke the tree-line, and dashed as fast as she could towards the fort, her inhuman speed carrying her over the debris, rocks and felled trees.
The archway was narrow, and Morrigan had a glimmer of hope that the horses wouldn’t fit, but when a shadow dropped down into the archway and a brandished a battle-axe, Morrigan came to sliding stop in front of the figure; her fangs distended and her eyes burning in the darkness of the night. But he wasn’t Dawnguard, she realized as she stared at the Orc.
He didn’t have the finally crafted armor of a hunter. No…he was something else. A criminal perhaps, hiding from the Queen’s Justice in the fort.
“Please! They’ll kill both of us, they won’t spare you either…” Morrigan was cut off by an agonizing scream bursting from her mouth. Another crossbow bolt had struck her shoulder, the force sending her into the chest of the Orc. Roaring, she ripped the bolt from her flesh and sent it back like she’d done the other. It struck a hunter in the neck, taking him clean off his horse, as dozens of other Dawnguard poured out from behind the tree-line. Her knees struck the dirt as she felt more blood drip down her back, causing her travelling gown to stick to her skin.
Brushing her hair aside from her face, she glanced back at the Orc, her voice pleading: “They won’t stop with me…”
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Nov 7, 2012 1:05:42 GMT -8
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[/div] tagged: morrigan/ luke words: [/color] 567[/color][/div] standing in front of the hooded woman in front of him, he realized just what he was dealing with, a vampire. he had only come across a few of them in his days, but he knew that he was smart to stay well away from them. he almost had the thought to lop her head off right then and there, but then he thought "what if there were more?" axel couldn't risk an ambush, especially one that consisted of vampires. he lowered his weapon a bit and dropped his guard, something he figured would show that he wasn't as much of a threat as he could be, at least not at that moment. axel could be fairly threatening if he wished to be and it was rare that he let down his guard like he was now, but he had no other choice but to show the woman that he meant her no harm. his slight sense of panic rose when the woman started to state that there were people out there trying to kill her and would possibly go after his crew. axel couldn't have this and just as he was about to answer her, he watched a bolt go right through her. he only had just enough time to react and grab her to hold her up before she threw it back at a what seemed like a guard.
furrowing his eyebrows, he growled under his breath, "get in." he grunted and held her by the arm as he pulled her inside with him, closing the front entrance behind him. as soon as it was closed, he could hear shouting and the sound of metal clanking together. it was time for battle. he figured at least the men were behind walls, so they didn't need to exert as much energy as they normal would. with a loud voice he boomed out, "prepare for battle, men! we have company!" the message was immediately passed on throughout the camp and inside of the fort itself. like ants being washed out of their home, the men scattered out, holding their swords and bows and arrows. axel looked down at the woman and started to lead her into the fort, "you stay in here and out of the way." he snapped before he drew his battleaxe and headed out of the fort and onto the battle field.
there were arrows dropping from the sky on both ends of the fort, both coming from his men and others coming from the guards that seemed to be after the woman he had just saved. at the same time, he knew that she was right, they probably wouldn't have stopped at her. his men and himself were criminals, wanted criminals that had a bounty on their heads; they weren't safe - never. it then hit him that he now owed his life to that woman and that he owed her a debt; then he thought about it for another moment and realized he had saved her life as well. just as he finished thinking that, he felt an arrow pierce through his shoulder. a loud yell came from him as he looked down at it and pulled the arrow out with one quick tug and then released another loud war cry. this seemed to get the men riled up and lift their spirits, as they too started to yell out in a war cry. notes: i'm sorry this is so short! [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Morrigan Ashethorn .
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 8, 2012 0:50:20 GMT -8
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While Morrigan had beseeched the Orc for help, she hadn’t expected to be manhandled into the fort, pushed into a corner and told to stay still while the men did everything.
It’s like Evermor all over again… She thought sourly, despite her thankfulness as the chance for respite. Leaning heavily against the icy brick wall, Morrigan knew what she had to do, she was just dreading having to actually do it. Tearing the hole the bolt had made in her robe even bigger, she examined the wound on her side. It was a nasty looking thing, all dimpled, puckered skin and ragged meat. It wept blood and some sort of black pus; her vampirism’s natural defense the silver invading her system.
When an arrow struck her savior, Morrigan realized that the time for deliberation was quite over. Fingers reaching into the foul wound, she cried out in pain but felt one of the shards. With still-strong fingers, she ripped it from her; her blood sizzled at the contact with the metal before she dropped into the snow. Like a little, red raindrop.
One.
Delving her fingers in once more, she screamed this time. Another shard burned the tips of her nails and pulling it out, she again dropped it in the snow. More screams of pain echoed around her as the Dawnguard had smashed the gates and their scouts had scaled the walls. War was now upon all of them.
Two.
Weapons flashed and blood splattered, hissing and steaming when the freezing air touched it. The smell was enough to bring her Beast to the surface, itching for a live, kicking meal. Morrigan knew in addition to her spell, she’d need to feed. She was too weak to help and the bandits were in sore need of it, though the Orc seemed to be doing okay as much as she could see.
Her hand hesitated above the wound, knowing the next shard would probably take her to her knees. Breathing deep, filling her dead lungs, her fingers reached in. A horrid, bloodcurdling scream ripped from her at how deep her fingers stretched inside of her. Nearly to the knuckle, she felt the last shard and drew it from her. Nearly 2 inches long, thick and jagged, the last shard gave off steam as her blood sizzled and the skin of her fingers were charred and blackened ever so slightly.
She was indeed correct about her legs giving out from underneath her, but the icy-needles of the winter-snow was nothing compared to the shards. The worst was behind her, she could do something now. Morrigan brought for the words to her healing spell and groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she felt the flesh reknitting itself back together.
Gathering herself to her feet, she stepped out from her alcove, cloak flaring about her in the wind. A hunter noticed her as he pulled his mace from the crushed face of a bandit. Screaming some oath to a deaf God, he charged her.
Perfect, he’s drunk on the kill… Morrigan waited, muscles tensed in anticipation. He swung, but he aimed for her head which was too high a target. Moving swiftly, Morrigan ducked, her hand clamping down hard enough on the man’s wrist to shatter his bones. She reversed his strike, spinning him with her, using his body-weight as a counter-measure to her momentum. Whipping him back and bending, he shrieked as his arm broke in several places, bone piercing the skin. But that’s not what enticed Morrigan. With her other hand, she knocked the mace from his grip and pulled his head back, sinking her fangs into him.
The bite was deep and lethal, a fountain of blood – hot and rich – poured into her mouth, reviving her. The pepper and spice to the boy spoke to her of Redguard origins, it was low in fat and nearly no tang of magic, he was bland but her preference of elves could be put aside for this.
Even this less-than-chimneysweep quality blood was more than enough to give her a semblance of control back. Casting the desiccated husk of her victim aside, Morrigan grinned devilishly as she felt the red-elixir sluice down her chin in scarlet rivulets.
She may not have had her magic, but she didn’t need it. Not anymore, not with help…
Letting out a roar, Morrigan entered the fray. A hunter swung at her with a silver-edged broadsword, but Morrigan’s renewed speed allowed her to appear behind the man before he could blink. Grabbing him by the base of his back-plate, she lifted him over her head, throwing him as hard as she could at the fortresses wall. His head took the brunt of the impact, and even his helmet shattered in a burst of blood, brain and bone. More attacks came, more gory deaths. One would swing high, and she’d tear his heart out. One would swing low and she’d wrench the head from his shoulders.
More bolts were fired, but Morrigan had learned her lesson and avoiding each shot. Grabbing one boy-soldier, no older than 20, she twirled the crossbow in his grip, aiming it at another soldier and firing before biting deep into the boys neck.
Battle is an ugly, horrible, endless thing and Morrigan was unsure how long it went on for. Horses were slaughtered, men were slaughtered, and mer were slaughtered, but the vampire was never harmed again that night.
When the last man besides those who had turned tail and fled was in her grasp, Morrigan dealt him with him swiftly and brutally. Crunching bone sounded as she slammed her fist into his chest, his ribs piercing his skin like some sort of necromantic, human flower at the force. Thrown back, he landed in a heap, blood erupting from his mouth.
The wind was cold, and Morrigan hadn’t felt so invigorated in years. Perhaps I should become a bandit. Far more fulfilling it seems.
The Orc…
An irrational worry seized her as she made her way through the war-zone, looking for the Orismer who had saved her. She prayed to the God’s she no longer believed in that he wasn’t among the dead. He helped me. He didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like a dog. I need to be able to thank him…
But as her search spread wider over the field, she did not find him. Until she did…
He was alive.
Approaching with hands held up to show she meant no harm, Morrigan could see the arrow still protruding from his back along with a myriad of other, less horrible injuries.
He fought with an arrow sticking out of him? Tough bastard. She smirked, drawing closer. Without speaking, she stared into his eyes, trying to communicate that she wouldn’t hurt him. Well, until she did. Grabbing the arrow, she wrenched it free of his flesh before warning him, but just as swiftly, she laid a hand on the wound, weaving a gentle healing spell into it.
“Thank you…” She whispered.
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Nov 10, 2012 0:57:47 GMT -8
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[/div] tagged: morrigan/ luke words: [/color] 879[/color][/div] throughout his many years, axel had been in his fair share of battles both righteous and not. back when he had been in the stronghold, his motives were just and honorable, but now that he proudly called himself a bandit, his motives lacked any sort of honor or justice. never the less, axel always kept to his loyalties, and never strayed, always feeling as though it were his men who had kept him alive this long. it was always difficult for him to bury one of his own, but he knew that, most of the time, they fought for what they believed in and, for most of his bandit comrades, that was freedom from government. the orsimer felt the same and attempted to gain recruits whenever he could, which was why his crew had grown so much within the last two months. starting out with a mere twenty five it had now grown to a hefty thirty nine men. the pride he had within himself and his crew had nothing to match it and axel knew that these men would do him well in battle and in companionship.
so, as he saw one or two of his men fall at the hands of the guards and hunters that seemed to be attacking their fort, axel could feel the rage start to build within him. the pain from the first arrow that had struck him was enough to send him over the edge, causing him to fall into a blind rage. using nothing but his hands and fists, he charged at the hunters that were jeopardizing the safety of his men, winging his arms like a built in mace. one by one the men started to go down, knocked out cold before axel could start to feel the pain in his hands. opting out for his battleaxe, he started swinging that instead, slicing through the opposing men like a scythe to stocks of grain. blood covered his arms and chest, splattering on his face and neck before he brought the axe clean down upon the center of one of the hunter's skulls, slicing the man completely in two. he was just about to go in for another kill, when he felt an arrow find its way into his massive, broad back.
the pain was excruciating, but his anger and rage kept him going, as he searched for the mean responsible for doing such a thing to him. meeting the man's gaze, he could see the smug look on the hunter's face and axel returned it, showing that the arrow wasn't going to be slowing him down any time soon. letting out a cry of war, he lifted his battleaxe and charged at the hunter. the terror in the man's eyes was all too familiar for axel, and as he brought the ax down on the man, severing his shoulder from the rest of his body. he stayed still for a moment, catching his breath before he let out a chuckle; he was completely intoxicated by his rage and blood lust that he barely heard the screams that were coming from the woman of whom he had saved.
lifting his battleaxe, he carried on with his swinging and bludgeoning until the battle was over and the hunters retreated. his men let out a cheer of victory, as did axel as he started to come down from his intoxication of rage. the pain in his back was slowly starting to grow, and as he tried to reach back and grab it, he noticed the woman walking towards him. reacting out of instinct, he lifted his battleaxe and moved into his battle stance. however, when she lifted her hands at him, showing him that she was no threat, he put down his ax and allowed her to come near. he remained tense though, prepared to take action, if she did decided to try anything. though, as hard as axel wanted to see himself hurting her, for some reason, he couldn't. before he could even react, the woman had grabbed the arrow and torn it out. he let out a roar of pain before he looked down at her, like a beast that would like to blame her for his pain, but knew that she was only doing it to help him.
as she placed her hand on his wound, the giant orc relaxed, feeling the pain fade rapidly before he heard her words. he looked down at her for a moment, before looking away, his pride fading slightly. what man wanted to be saved by a woman? "you're welcome." he grunted before looking at her from the corner of his eye, "and thanks for...this." he gestured towards her hand with his head. once she was done, he looked down at her, seeing the wounds were completely gone on her body as well, "i would ask if you were hurt, but it's obvious you aren't." he explained before he looked at her face. that was when questions started to run through his head, "why were those men after you?" he couldn't necessarily blame her for bringing them here, she figured it would be a safe haven. anyone with a half a brain would do so, "and who were they? they didn't seem like guards of the common variety." notes: heehee. excited.! [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Morrigan Ashethorn .
merchant queen, ex-adventurer, politician & head of the volkihar vampires %7C thieves guild %7C stormcloak %7C vampire %7C luke's
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 16, 2012 2:00:44 GMT -8
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It was a weak spell, nearly weak enough for Morrigan to be ashamed for being the mage who cast it, but it did the job and she licked the small amount of blood from her fingers. Admiring her work on the wound, she let the Orc ask his questions; knowing full well she was loathe to give answers.
He did save me, though. I suppose I do owe him this.
“You aren’t stupid. You wield the axe and play the brute but I can see the intelligence behind your eyes. You know what I am, and that is already half the answer to your question. Those men hunt what I am. Understand?” Morrigan was unsure if the other, surviving bandits knew what she was, but she didn’t relish the idea of them brandishing their weapons against her.
It was still a possibility if the Orc announced her affliction, but that was a chance she’d have to take. She could make allies out of this if she played her cards right, and Morrigan always did.
“I was meeting with a witch, a contact. She betrayed me, had arranged for those men to ambush me. They in turn, betrayed her. Slit her throat before they were after me. I’ve been running from them for what feels like days. I’d escape, but they’d find me, or I’d make a mistake in my panic and they’d catch on. And now they’re dead, and I have you to thank for that. You…and the brave men who gave their lives for a total stranger.” Morrigan felt a tug of guilt at that. They’d done nothing to her, she held no mercy for those who opposed her in any way, but they had tried to help her and were butchered like animals in return.
The groans and moans of the dying met her ears, and giving a glance to the Orc, started making her way through the bodies. Her senses had returned to her and she was able to hear those who still had life in their hearts. Coming the prone body of a Nordic man, she wrenched the axe from his stomach and pressed her healing spell to the wound.
She glanced over her shoulder at the Orc: “They’re called the Dawnguard. They’re a paramilitary-mercenary organization dedicated the eradication of vampires.” The man she was healing looked at her with wide eyes, but she gave him her attempt at a warming smile. “I’ve had my fill of throats for this evening, you’ve nothing to fear.” She whispered, her eyes coming to the grisly wound. It wasn’t horribly deep or wide, even without her aid the man would’ve lived, it was just messy. Ragged meat and torn skin.
Morrigan crinkled her nose and pressed more magicka into her charm. “They’re privately funded, as far as I know and they don’t have the backing of any of the Jarls yet. Though that fool who’s taken up residence in Morthal will no doubt be on his knees before Isran soon enough. I don’t know much of their history, but I do know that Riften used to back them. Something about the Jarl’s son contracted vampirism and him having the Dawnguard founded to keep him quarantined, I don’t really know or care. They’re a threat and that’s all I care about.” Satisfied with her work of the man’s wound, Morrigan stood, legs shaky from the overexertion of magicka. She’d probably overcast herself at this rate, but she pressed on to the next bandit still clinging to life.
“Isran’s their leader. A former Vigilant of Stendarr, he’s been a thorn in my side for years. He’s getting up there in age though, soon Time will do what I’ve been too lazy to.” She smirked, rolling the body of a Dawnguard soldier off a bandit. Three crossbow bolts had pierced through the man’s chest, yet he still drew breath. Morrigan laid her ear over his stomach and she could hear his lungs filling. Rolling him on his side, she quick broke each bolt and pulled them the rest of the way through, saving as much of the damaged tissue as she could. Hands covered in the man’s blood, she began her spell, shoulder shaking from the overcasting.
The man coughed violently, a torrent of blood gushing from his mouth and nose and Morrigan pushed harder, a sick feeling pooling her gut. Her muscles tightened and clamped, as if her body was trying to keep a grasp on its last remaining drops of magicka, but the spell faltered and shattered and she was powerless as she watched the man cough and cough until he simply…stopped.
Rage boiled in her and she considered turning him, but thought better.
Let the man rest in his chosen afterlife.
She attempted to stand but stumbled and crashed into the Orc, once again learning heavily against him. Her whole body shook, sweat coated her brow and her mouth felt parched as if she still had life in her veins.
“I’m…I’m so sorry.” She said, collapsing to her knees in front of the man she had failed to save. “He…he died in agony for me…for a woman he didn’t even know.” Morrigan was no stranger to guilt or to people dying for her or because of her but this was somehow different.
The people she killed were always asking for it.
They didn’t ask for this. They didn’t want a battle.
“And this is precisely why I despise the Gods. How can anything allow this sort of…thing.” She whispered more to herself than anyone.
She stared back at the Orc, planning to say something profound or witty or wonderful, but she found herself at a loss of for words. Eyes finding the dead man’s, she spoke over her shoulder: “I’m Morrigan, if you care for names.”
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Nov 19, 2012 23:39:41 GMT -8
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[/div] tagged: morrigan/ luke words: [/color] 617[/color][/div] restoration spells were something that axel had no idea about; not once had he ever use magic and he was more than sure that he never would. it was always just brute force and steel when it came to the orsimer and that was the way he enjoyed it. none of this long rage, bullshit. the enjoyment he felt whenever his enemies blood splattered on his face her body gave him a rush that he could never explain full to anyone. with his weapon in hand, his heart would beat a mile a minute, the knowledge of the fight and kill almost enough for him to just collapse from excitement. all he ever wanted to do was fight and kill, but he knew that most of his men did not feel the same way. as much as he wanted to fulfill his own needs, he always thought of his men beforehand, "i usually kill your kind, though it is usually them who attack first." he explained, knowing exactly what she was. he could tell by the way she walked through the darkness of the night with ease that she was a mistress of the night.
folding his arms across his chest, he watched as she walked through his men, healing them as she spoke about how she got into the situation she was before meeting him at the front of his fort. he believed her words and could tell that she was appreciative - why else would she be healing his men? following her, he spoke nothing and just listened to her voice, taking in her words before he watched her attempt to heal a man of whom he knew well, but would soon be in sovngarde. having lost many men in his time, his face stayed blank, not showing any emotion of loss or pain. axel couldn't afford to have any of his men see him in such a state, or else they would lose the respect he had managed to build up over the yeards of his service to the blackhood marauders.
as his face show lack of emotion, his female counterpart seemed the opposite - she seemed to show remorse and guilt, something he did not think vampires had. feeling her fall back into him, he reached his hands out and caught her, tempted to pull her close. a small part of him wanted to comfort her, but at the same time, he knew he could not. her words touched him, but still, nothing showed upon his stone cold face, "he died for what he felt worth dying for." he explained before he shook his head, "even if you hadn't tried to seek refuge here, they still would have come for us afterward. we're criminals, many hunt us." he explained before he saw her get down to her knees in front of the man she couldn't save.
it was odd seeing an immortal being show so much mortality; it was an attractive feature in axel's mind. so, when she mentioned her name, he looked at her and graciously gave her his own, "axel." he stated, simply before adding, "axel the wolf." he added before he unfolded his arms and reached down to grab hers. lifting her to her feet, he looked down at her with a softer expression that still looked slightly cold, "come, there is food and bedding inside. not to mention a fire." he explained, gently leading her towards the entrance to the fort.
opening the door, he let her inside before walking in behind her, "i can not thank you enough for warning us about those men. as i said before, they would have come after us, if they did not manage to catch you." notes: heehee. excited.! [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 24, 2012 23:58:00 GMT -8
Another moment is another eternity “That’s sweet of you to say, but you know as well as I that the only reason they were here tonight is because of me.” Morrigan allowed herself to be herded, and while she detested being lead about like some invalid shepherd’s wife, she smiled at the promise of a fire.
While her deathless state had ceased her ability to be harmed by frost, she still felt it, and any amount of warmth put back into her ancient bones seemed like heaven. The ice-rotten door that lead into the fort was pushed aside for her and she ducked into the torch-lit darkness, brushing the snow from her hair and shoulders.
“So…Axel; why do they call you ‘The Wolf’?” She took several steps inside the fort, refusing to have a man lead her any longer. Her enhanced senses could feel the flame deeper within and she moved through the ruin with graceful steps, carefully avoiding the rubble and bits of caved-in ceilings that made these places what they were. “It’s a rather – specific – moniker? Do you worship the Wolf? Like those who worship Hircine and beg his blessings upon them? Are you savage like a wolf? Dangerous like one?” Her tone dropped in height and cordiality, opening another door and stepping into the room. The hot air of the fire hit her and she smiled, leaning her head back, luxuriating in the warmth.
But she was curious now, and as in all things, Morrigan’s keen mind spun quickly, unraveling all the fibers of this conversation. She turned to the handsome Orc: “It’s a rather well-known fact that Wolves and my kind don’t mix. But more than that, what are you doing? You say that they would’ve come for you, which is why you gave me assistance outside, fine; I can understand that. But what is this? Why would you not have me away from this place as soon as possible, you must think that I cost the lives of your men? I am surprised you do not hate me? Or do you?” A cruel smile, one expecting of betrayal came to her mouth. Invisibly, Morrigan’s muscles clenched in anticipation.
“Have you brought me here on purpose? Lessen chances of my escape so you may kill me quickly, bandit? Or is it something more innocent perhaps? Maybe it’s something as simple as a pretty face…appearing on a very cold night?” She took a step towards him, eyes narrowed in warning.
“I will not warm your bed tonight out of gratitude, Axel. You’ll have to work harder than that, and if you think you will take such by force, you best think again.” She hated that she brought such a topic up, but it was the cautious part of Morrigan, always churning beneath the surface.
In reality, she had moved past the trauma of her marriage long ago, centuries in fact. But here, in this sweltering room with an Orc many times her size, that old terror came up on her.
He could try to rape me. And what would I do? Would I kill the man who had so recently come to save me? Or would I do what I did before? Clench my teeth, kill my screams and pretend I didn’t care…
The uncertainly shook Morrigan to the bone, and she hated the feeling.
Her mirthless smile softened, and her eyes lost their hard-edge. “Thank you…for what you did for me, Axel. I know it wasn’t easy. And – I am sorry for what I may have just accused you of.” Despite herself, Morrigan shook her head wistfully. She hadn’t truly apologized in ages.
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Nov 26, 2012 0:34:15 GMT -8
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[/color] 580[/color][/div] having lived in skyrim for many years, the orc had grown accustomed to the cold weather; rarely did it ever hinder or phase him. there was almost never a time that he wore a cloak or some sort of fur to keep himself warm, except for what was already a part of his armor. that, of course, wasn't to say that he didn't appreciate the warmth that now started to thaw his skin and bones. the fort had torches and bon fires placed throughout its insides and many floors, making the large building seem as though it was naturally warm, "hmph, it's nothing new to us. this battle was much like what we face every day. my men know what they get into by joining my crew." honestly, axel had no idea as to why he was trying to reassure the woman. he had not met her before today - what did he owe her? was it perhaps her fierceness mixed with compassion that axel found refreshing? possibly.
after introducing himself, he figured that would be the end of it, so he was surprised to hear the inquires coming from her lovely mouth. axel looked ahead of himself, the whole time trying not to look at her for too long, out of fear that he might end up staring. the orsimer found some of her guesses intriguing as well as amusing and eventually he decided to answer her, "they call me 'the wolf' because i am savage, cunning and i can sniff out gold better than anyone." he explained before pausing and looking down at her, "not to mention snitches and liars." he stated before looking back ahead of himself. it was true, jahree-rah had always sent axel out to figure out just who could possibly be a snitch, if a situation ever called for it. he was never wrong.
the woman's questions were starting to aggravate and annoy him though he had no idea why. she had every right to question him, especially since he was now questioning himself. had he invited her in in hopes of her warming his bed? possibly. no, it was more than a possibility. axel was a man with needs - sex was the first thing on his mind. it helped that the woman was one of the more beautiful ones he had ever seen. though, when she accused him, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at her, "with all of the questions you ask me, i'd assume you are ungrateful." he stated, simply before adding, "i am taking you in because we take care of our own kind. criminals. you saved many of my men's lives and in a way, you are a criminal, are you not?" axel couldn't tell whether she was or not, but one thing was for sure, she was a criminal in the eyes of the dawnguard.
when she apologized, he simply nodded at her, "apology accepted." he grunted before walking into the main chamber where there was a large fire in the middle as well as many books shelves full of ruined books. to the left was a bar filled with bottles of mead and wine and to the right were several beds for men to sleep in, "help yourself to whatever you need. there is food as well, if you would like me to grab some for you." it was rare of axel to be so hospitable, but he felt as though this woman deserved it. notes: UGH, AXEL IS SO CONFUSED. [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 26, 2012 1:07:31 GMT -8
Another moment is another eternity You are a criminal, are you not?
Morrigan stared at the flames, leaping and dancing and sputtering, showing her a reflection of every horrible thing she’d done to gain her position as one of Skyrim’s most influential beings. And everything she’d done to maintain it.
It was a hard, harsh thing to look at and it stirred something with Morrigan. Her memories whirled to her marriage, and she counted adultery as one of her crimes. Her mind spun still, to her murder and resurrection as a vampire, defying the laws that Arkay had set in place so long ago. She awoke Serana, and her influence caused Harkon to return to the circles of the world, unleashing a great evil.
An evil she had dealt with. But still.
Could such a thing be mitigated? Do the ends justify the means? Morrigan wasn’t sure. She had never believed people to be only one thing. Everyone was capable of good and evil and such ideals were interchangeable things. What is good to one is evil to another, and vice versa. And the good that one does cannot cancel out the bad. Nor the bad the good.
Basic laws that Morrigan had always believed in.
And now she was being asked if she were a criminal. Good or evil?
It stung her.
She thought of all the people she had extorted, cheated, stolen from, assassinated, murdered with her own two hands; whether by spell or steel or claw.
Her thoughts brought her to that family; a small affair that had such large consequences. Morrigan was fond of following the ripples that her actions made throughout time, and this one had set itself apart like no other. Stolen goods, and borrowed money, promised payments and broken deals. It was a small, internal messy affair, but the family just had to involve the Companions; and Balgruuf the Greater himself.
He hadn’t been a match for her, and while she murdered the family, all of them, he had remained unconscious. And when he awoke, she thought of murdering him too. No survivors; scorched earth tactics, messy and simple and oh so satisfying to her bloodlust.
But no, she let him go. She decided on sending a message to Kodlak that her business was exclusive and the Companions would suffer if they tried to intervene in her affairs. The boy went on to become the Jarl. She’d heard from her spies later that he still has nightmares about that night. That she’s still affecting him.
I may have ruined his life. Does that make me a criminal?
She turned towards Axel, her head low, finally believing she had her answer.
“No. I’m not a criminal. I’m much worse than that.” She didn’t mean to add the last part. She wanted to lie; she wanted to flee as well. To turn and run as fast as her gifted-speed could take her in the other direction; but she didn’t.
No. There was…something about Axel she needed to explore further. She…needed something. She just didn’t know what it is.
When he offered her food, her mouth broke in a small grin at him. “No – I...I don’t eat. Not like that, anyway. I’d love a drink though. We can sit…and talk. I owe you that, but I must warn you. By sunrise, I will be gone, and I haven’t decided yet if I’ll return.”
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Nov 26, 2012 1:32:09 GMT -8
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[/color] 582[/color][/div] the conversation that he was now having with this woman, this vampire, was one that he found more intriguing than most. each of their answers and question delving deeper into one another unlike anything he had ever experienced before. usually the orsimer would keep to himself and send her on her way, out of his life and out of his mind. or he would probably try to persuade her into his bed before anything else, which was what he had planned to do before she had unknowingly called him out on it. honestly, at first, axel didn't know how to respond, but he was satisfied with his answer and she seemed to feel the same. however, what she spoke of next caused a grin to form on his lips, "than you and i must be in the same category." he replied, "among the murders and rapists." he added before taking step forward and towards the bar where all of the mead and wine was.
her reply caused a chuckle to leave his lips before he nodded, "i guess it must have been foolish of me to ask such a question. i should have already know the answer to that." axel wasn't used to admitting when he had made a mistake, but this woman seemed to have an effect on him that was explainable. nodding at her request for wine, he poured her a glass before grabbing himself a bottle of mead and walking back up to her, handing her a goblet before biting of the cork to his bottle and spitting it onto the ground. no use in keeping it, "well then, here is to a victorious battle." he explained, holding up his glass for her to cheers with him. although he had lost the lives of a few of his men it was still a victory for himself and the woman in front of him.
once they had clinked glasses in cheers, axel took a sip of his drink and gestured towards the bedrolls around the fire, "come then, let's sit." he stated before walking towards a bedroll and sitting down, legs crossed. he had no idea if the woman was going to sit near him or not, though he was to assume she wouldn't. most women feared him, even those that were creatures of the night, just simply because of his menacing size and cold expression. nine times out of ten he used both to his advantage, though he would never admit it out loud just how many times he had taken a woman by force. it was usually out of intoxication and the orsimer felt remorse most of the time, though he never showed it. at times he felt as though he was lost within himself, stuck between the bandit that was wanted throughout skyrim and the young orc that was training to become chief of his stronghold. he hadn't been this conflicted with himself since he first started his life as a bandit. pushed aside and forgotten, those thoughts seemed to return full force at the presence of this woman and that slightly frightened him.
"where would you go? if you were to leave here." he suddenly asked, curious if not for his own benefit but for hers as well. he wasn't sure he approved of letting her leave on her own - he could tell that she was a woman who could handle herself, but the fear of the thought of her being on her own made his chest clench. notes: UGH, AXEL IS SO CONFUSED. [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Dec 1, 2012 2:03:32 GMT -8
Another moment is another eternity The wine was of a moderate vintage, a little on the sweet side but Morrigan was thankful for it nonetheless, surprised they had even been able to steal a cask of wine. Her favorite drink swam on her lips, and she enjoyed each note as Axel congratulated his men and her on a victory well won.
Morrigan watched Axel move to the bundle of bedrolls, animal-skins and blankets that made up a haphazard sleeping-quarters near the fire; though her own feet stayed cemented to the stone. She wanted to follow him, but once again, her flight-reflex wanted to drive her towards the door and out of this fort forever.
Steeling herself, she followed him after a moment of contemplation and sat herself down near him. Not directly next to him of course, Morrigan wanted to be able to stretch out. It was comical how when she stretched her legs in front of her, wiggling her toes into the soft deer-skins, that Axel’s legs were so much longer than hers.
It was like a child sitting next to her father.
A small smile came to her features.
When he asked her where she would head too if she left the fort, another smile came to Morrigan. The realization of just how different their worlds were wasn’t terribly surprising or halting: “I own several homes here in Skyrim, along with a Castle I…inherited.” She liked the way that sounded. Much more elegant than ‘I killed the vampire lord who owned it and now manage the bloodthirsty vampire coven that resides there with his daughter and his ex-wife.’
“If I left, my closest residence is my Chateau outside of Solitude. A wonder of stone, it was built in the high-elven style. I think you’d like it there, Axel. It’s a very – peaceful place.” After taking a long drag from her wine, she set the cup aside, reclining on a bedroll, a mound of skins propped behind her, she fanned her hair behind her; letting the heat dry it out from the snow somewhat.
Rolling her head towards him, Morrigan observed Axel for a long moment, uncaring to the fact that he could see her openly staring. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but whatever it was, she found it. She rather liked him after all.
It was plainly obvious the man had little practice in social interactions. He wasn’t a politician and he didn’t mince words, but at the same time, he didn’t pretend too like so many do nowadays. Morrigan could respect a man who knew what he was good at and what he wasn’t. She couldn’t tell if he was ill-at-ease having her so close because she was a vampire or because she was a woman who was unafraid of him.
Perhaps it’s a little of both,
Then a horrid and somewhat entertaining thought came to her; “You…you aren’t afraid of me, are you? Because…of what I am? Forgive my staring, but I’ve just been trying to get some sort of grasp on what the man is beneath the face and…you seem nervous, Axel.” Lifting her cup to her lips, she drained the last of her wine and set it aside, letting her head rest. It was an odd question to ask, surely. Morrigan doubted he was afraid of her, in fact, she expected some sort of cocky answer, but what disturbed her more was that she even bothered to ask.
“So…who are you? And I don’t mean just names. Tell me something about you, Axel. Where do you come from, why don’t we start with that?”
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Dec 1, 2012 2:53:06 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: #504d5e; width: 450px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] WITH A SERPENT'S KISS | [atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top]MORRIGAN/ LUKE SIX EIGHT ONE I DIDN'T EXPECT FOR HIM TO OPEN UP OUTFIT HERE | [atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top]the hesitance in the woman's eyes brought a soft smirk to his lips. even though they seemed to live very different lives, they had many things in common. both were cautious and wary about whom they trusted, axel could tell that much. however, when she eventually decided to join him by the fire, he felt a slight twinge of excitement. just as quickly as it began, it was shut down. there was no room for him to be feeling this way, no room for hope. it was almost as though he felt he should hate her for bringing out such feelings, but he couldn't - he had no right to. technically, maybe he did, but in axel's own mind, he didn't. in the orsimer's mind, she was a victim, just as he was. a victim of the law.
black eyes watched the maiden as she adjusted herself to comfort, axel preferring the way he was sitting. lifting the mead to his lips, he turned his attention to the fire in front of him, memorized by the dancing flames in front of him. fire always fascinated him, how something that seemed so harmless and beautiful could be so deadly. it was the same way he was thinking about the woman who now lay on a bedroll closely beside him. it had been a long time since he had seen a woman of her stature, let alone invited her to his chambers.
his gaze found her frame once more as she answered his question; more and more, he realized just how different their backgrounds were. a privileged and lavish life seemed to be what she knew and axel was lucky to have a fort such as this to call home for a while, "what makes you think i crave a place that is peaceful?" he asked, his voice not showing a hint of offence. the last thing he ever thought someone would see in him was the want of peacefulness, "i am a bandit. peace is the last thing on my mind." he added before taking another swig of his mead.
once the woman was lying down, he could see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. it was unsettling, but it didn't show anywhere on his body or face; why was she staring at him? then she asked a question that caught axel somewhat of guard, yet he answered it without almost no hesitation, "i don't fear vampires, nor do i fear death. malacath has done well with me and i expect he will do so in my afterlife." even though he no longer lived among his people in the strongholds, axel still kept some of his culture within him. malacath will always be the prince he worshiped.
when she asked about his past, axel took another swig of mead before wiping his mouth and shaking his head. it had been a long time since he had spoken about his past and it was somewhat blurry to the point that he barely remembered, "i...was born in orsinium but my parents moved to skyrim when i was but a young lad. for a better part of my life i lived in a stronghold..." he paused and shrugged, "i didn't like it much but my family was there." he gazed at her from the corner of his eye, wary of telling her the rest. but, after a moment of thinking, he decided to carry on, "i lived in the stronghold until i was eighteen, which is when this very bandit crew attacked it. my leader saw promise in me and spared my life...i've been under his command ever since." he turned his head towards her, "i didn't belong in a stronghold. i knew that my life had a different path, a path that most wouldn't take. but i took it and i don't regret it." his attention turned back to the fire, hoping that it was sufficient enough of an answer, "i don't belong in society. my mind doesn't work like most people and that's how i prefer it." |
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Dec 2, 2012 1:24:32 GMT -8
Another moment is another eternity “It’s good you don’t consider yourself a part of society…” Morrigan spoke, resting her hands on her stomach; fingers intertwined; “Society’s just as dangerous as the wild, just in a different way. Assassins, poison, thievery, underhanded insults, the destruction of one’s station and everything they care about. And here in Skyrim – high society is an old thing. It doesn’t die; it’s…an urban organism. It just adapts, and occasionally, it’ll eat its young.” Stretching her hand out towards the bottle of wine Axel had poured her cup from, her spell levitated the flask into her grip. Setting it aside once her glass was filled, she raised the overly-sweet wine to her lips.
“I don’t really belong in society either, not truly. I mean; I’ve adapted to it, and I play all the games in perfect accordance. Better than most because I’ve had time to learn all the rules. I’d leave if I could, retreat back to that castle, live in silence and peace and give in to what I am; but I’m too entrenched now, my tendrils have gone to deep. People would notice. And…I don’t know. I like it. I like society. I like the games of verbal chess that are as deadly as a sword-fight. It makes my dead heart feel like it could beat again.” Crinkling her nose, Morrigan knew she was being melodramatic and that it was the wine talking, but she didn’t care all that much either. It felt good to talk, and to have someone who’d listen.
Axel was more like her than she’d realized; similar and yet miles apart. It was an intriguing thing.
“But you’re wrong about peace. Everyone seeks peace; everyone and you are no different. You say you left your home behind and became a bandit. Is that perhaps because you find peace in battle, in war? You find a certain ecstasy in killing? You might seek the same peace I seek, but you seek it all the same.” She rolled one of the golden rings gracing her finger around. Ancient, cracked and varnished gold from another girl’s life. Morrigan wondered if the man who gave it to her sought his peace in his abuse of her.
I am old enough to have lost that bitterness; and I hope he found what he so desperately sought for.
The light of the fire reflected in the surface of the soft metal, and glints of luminance danced across her softening features.
“My husband gave me this…” She didn’t know if Axel was staring or not, and even if he wasn’t; this was something that she felt needed to be said: “A wedding band for his bride to be. It had been beautiful then, handcrafted by the finest smiths in all of Highrock.” There was an immeasurable sadness in Morrigan’s voice. If she’d been a lesser woman, or younger, perhaps she might’ve cried. But Morrigan had moved beyond her husband’s ability to harm her – even emotionally.
“And it was by this ring…that I seek my peace. And I haven’t found it yet. Maybe I never will, but that isn’t the point. The point is that I seek it, and that’s the part that matters.” She glanced up at Axel, and a tight smile came to her lips: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get all…womanly. You’ll have to forgive me.”
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Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Dec 4, 2012 13:03:28 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: #504d5e; width: 450px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] WITH A SERPENT'S KISS | [atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top]MORRIGAN/ LUKE SIX NINE NINE GRUFF AXEL IS GRUFF OUTFIT HERE | [atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top]for nearly two decades, axel had stayed out of the major cities in skyrim; society frightened him and was foreign to both him and his men. though he knew of the war between the imperials and the stormcloaks, it was of no matter for him who ruled over skyrim. the war had been a blessing, in a way. it was easy for bandits to get away with crimes when the guards had a war to worry about. slipping through the cracks had become just that much easier and the orsimer thanked malacath for the opportunity. of course, it was rare for axel to ever take the easy way of doing things, but that wasn't to say he didn't appreciate it when the opportunity was rigt in front of him. though, he was always wary of the war, keeping tabs on it and making sure that his crew steered clear of both stormcloak and imperial camps - wouldn't want his crew to have a run in with the imperial legion, "the only time i have ever been in skyrim's society was as a beggar; i've seen what they do to outsiders and i'll have no part of it." he explained before taking one more gulp of his mead, finishing the bottle.
a deadly woman lay beside him; one that seemed to hold great power both physically and in the sense of business. as much as his gut told him to be wary, he found himself opening up to her more than he had to anyone else is over two decades. the bandit had always been a man of few words, which was why axel assumed jaree-rah appreciated his company as second in command. rarely did he ask questions or inquire about his boss' motives. even now, as he sat in front of the fire with someone he hardly knew, it was the woman that was asking the questions, not axel. however, there was a difference in their conversation than most that the orsimer had participated in. he was giving her much more than just one or two word answers. of course, they still weren't as detailed as most, but they were still there and they still got the point across.
"then i guess you could say i find peace in chaos." he grunted, not enjoying being proved wrong. turning his gaze to her, he watched her fill her glass before looking down at his empty bottle. having never learned magic, he got to his feet and walked towards the bar, grabbing three bottles this time, instead of just one - it would save time for him later.
once he was back in a seated position, he popped the cork on open of the bottles and took another swig of his mead. being the big frame that axel was, it was going to take a lot more than just a few bottles of mead to get him drunk, not that the orsimer was aiming to do so. turning his gaze back to the vampire, he looked down at her ring, her words making him slightly uncomfortable. he never was one for romantic gestures or thoughts of loved ones; he found love to be a weakness and nothing more. the only thing he ever came close to loving was the feel of a woman beneath him; but even then, the woman were always just play things, nothing more.
he said nothing in return to her words and instead took another gulp of his mead, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm as he lowered the bottle, "you're forgiven." he replied to her apology as if she had actually offended him. looking back at the fire, he let out a heavy sigh and leaned back, resting his weight on his elbows as he let his legs spread out. even from a fair few feet away, his feet almost touched the flames. some men had confused him for a giant, his height and built terrifying to any in his path. it must have been odd, seeing someone so menacing in such a relaxed state, "apologies of the wine is not up to standard, we take what we get here." he added, not enjoying the uncomfortable silence. |
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