THE OTHER SIDE // Cynric

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] It's all in my head Save me, I'm buried alive this time TAGGED: Cynrick WORDS: 623 Eyes fluttered open for a moment before they closed once more. Aaralyn was brought back to reality slowly, body not willing to really allow itself to be revived fully. But the wood elf fully woke at the sharp barking of her dog. “Shh Recon.”, she mumbled, before rolling over slightly. Almost immediately something sharp poked at her back, giving her the needed push she needed to sit up. Dark eyes glanced down to see the jagged rock that she had landed on. It all came back to her then. Aaralyn had been attempting to reach the rare plant she had wanted to use for a potion when the rocks she’d been standing on had slipped under her feet. Despite her best attempts at escaping it, she’d been pulled downward. Unfortunately for her, instead of landing on a patch of level ground, she had somehow managed to fall into somewhat of a hole in the ground, with smooth stone rising up from each side. It didn’t take much time to notice the slight discomfort on her head. When she lifted a hand up to gently prod at her scalp, Aaralyn pulled her hand back to notice a slight amount of blood on her fingertips. It didn’t take an expert to realize that she had hit her head on the descent. From the position of the sun setting in the sky, she’d been here for a few hours now. Undoubtedly, with Recon standing above her whining and barking the entire time. It warmed her heart that the dog worried about her so much, but she also was worried about what attention he might have brought to her. Rising to her feet, Aaralyn limped slightly over to the wall and pressed her fingers to the smooth surface. With calculating eyes she studied the height. Way too tall for her to climb out of, at least on her own. She was athletic and strong for her age and build, but she couldn’t very well get out of an eight foot smooth surface with no way to grab onto anything that was helpful. Wherever she had landed almost seemed like it had been cut out by the hands of some miner, with its smooth sides. “Aleks Recon. Aleks.” Her dog was an intelligent one, perhaps he would go get her brother. Instead, he tried to crawl down the sides toward her, whining the entire time. “No.”, she said sharply, shooing him away from the wall. “Aleks.”, she repeated patiently, overjoyed when he seemed to understand and bounded off, barking as he did so. Pretty soon it would be dark…and Aaralyn didn’t want to spend the night in this odd little cut out hole. Stalking to the opposite side to check that out caused her to realize that her bow had fallen into the hole with her, along with her quiver of arrows. Alright, so she wasn’t completely defenseless. It only took her a moment to pick up her bow and prop it up against the rock. And then she was back to attempting to figure out some way on how to get out of the current situation she was in. This was what adventure did to a person apparently. Both times she had strayed some distance away from Riften had ended up like this. The first time because of bandits, and now she was stuck in some hole. Great…these were the best days ever. NOTES: Yeah...she gets in trouble way too much.

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[cynric endell .]

as he came into the window it was the sound of a crescendo

He did not earn his place in the thieves guild for nothing. Cnyric was headed back to Riften with a rather successful heist in Whiterun. He did not favor stealing from Whiterun, most of the people there would good people. Most of the time his conscience did not get the better of him. He could steal from a beggar if it was required of him. He had killed people for less than he had stolen this trip. There was just something about the people of Whiterun that he liked. They were always so friendly. Sure they had their petty squabbles that were irritating, but they were good people for the most part. The treasures in his knapsack were worth no more gold just because he liked the people he stole them from. He would make Vex’s day when he gave her just what she needed for their contract. Maybe she’d even agree to retire to the training room with him, for some combat training. He doubted it, but he had never not suggested it. The woods were mostly quiet as he traveled through them, avoiding the roads with its imperials and guards. He moved quickly through it. He liked the woods in a general sort of sense. They were a nice break from the musty heavy air that filled the cistern. And honestly the deer were much better company than Sapphire or Thrynn, neither of whom ever wanted to accompany him to the training room either. Over all the thieves guild members had been one massive disappointment in the training department. The one bosmer had agreed once, but he really thought that Cynric was talking about training. Overall that had been incredibly disappointing. He did learn a bit about Archery. Bosmers really knew their way around a bow. Sadly that was not a euphemism. It was then that he heard the dog whining. It seemed strange to him because he was in the woods and not particularly close to a city. There were few hunters that kept dogs, and even less bandits that did so. He crouched, sneaking towards the sound. The dog stopped and looked at him, barking. Clearly he had not been sneaky enough. The dog barked again, and moved off as if he wanted Cynric to follow him. He’d taken orders from less turstworthy people in the past, why not follow the dog? He followed the mutt for a bit, when the dog stopped at the edge of a hole, barking down at something inside. Perhaps his master had fallen in. Clearly the dog was the smarter of the two, he was probably better off this way. Adventurers were always running around in the woods without looking where they were going and constantly getting themselves in trouble. Maybe they would have something valuable he could take from them. He killed people for money, he was not above taking valuables off an idiot who got himself stuck in a hole He reached into his knapsack pulling out a piece of meat to calm down the dog, before peeking over the edge. Who he saw at the bottom staring back up at him was not an idiot adventurer, but a young Bosmer girl. A young attractive bosmer girl. The day suddenly got much better. ”Hello, damsel in distress. He smirked at the girl. She seemed pretty, though it was getting dark. But she was trapped in the bottom of a hole. Unattractive girls were never damsels in distress. Unattractive girls became bandits and soldiers. Since they couldn’t attract men they just beat them senseless. They were also much easier to get to train with him. None of them would have let themselves get trapped in the bottom of a hole like this, so expos facto or whatever, she had to be very attractive physically. Personality did not matter so much. She was trapped, he was rescuing her. Women’s dresses just fell off at that kind of romance. I’m Cynric. I’ll be your rescuer today. Just hold tight, beautiful. I think I have some rope in my pack.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] It's all in my head Save me, I'm buried alive this time TAGGED: Cynric WORDS: 754 Shifting her bow over her shoulders, Aaralyn once more studied the sharp rock that surrounded her in a sort of prison. Unfortunately it seemed quite smooth, instead of having jagged edges or anything of the like. Intelligent, nearly black eyes scanned each of the sides even as she ran her hands over the marble surfaces. Nothing-…wait, what had that been? Going backward with her hands, Aaralyn brushed her hand over the same place she had moments before. There was a slight crack in the wall there. With furrowed eyebrows, Aaralyn got her dagger out from its place on her hip. With deft movements, she wedged the blade into the crack and tried to widen it. Perhaps she could make herself a hand and foothold with her dagger and this crack in the surface. She sawed at it for quite some time before she gave up. The dagger, though it had been sharp to start, had dulled quickly with the constant friction of the rock to the weapon. That, and the rock had no give, as some sort of sandy rock did. Instead of attempting anymore, Aaralyn shifted and sat down on the ground, her chin held in her palm. With closed eyes, Aaralyn waited for Recon to get her some help. Thankfully her dog was intelligent, and so she had no doubt he would be able to find her some help to get out of this situation. Her only hope was that it was Aleks. Her brother would be able to help her out of here, and would brush it off-…okay, maybe he wouldn’t. He would probably order her to never wander out in the country again. Just the thought made her frown. She felt most alive when she was away from the hustle of the city and out here in nature. If he ordered her not to come out here, she would have to tell him no. She loved him, but- Oh! That was Recon! Gaining her feet quickly, Aaralyn walked toward the wall that Recon sounded like he was coming from. Good! Hopefully he had found someone that could help. Closer and closer her pet came, and her anticipation of getting out of this hole and being able to go home got stronger. “Brother?”, she called lightly in question. The man that showed his head over the edge caused her to gasp lightly and take a step back quickly. That definitely wasn’t her brother. Almost instantly she felt apprehension fill up her chest, nearly choking her. New people terrified her slightly, especially men. Instead of answering him, Aaralyn continued to stare up at him, before her gaze shifted when Recon showed himself. The sight of her brown dog calmed her down, and she felt herself to relax. Beautiful? Aaralyn tried to stay impassive, but she was confused. Why was he calling her beautiful when he had never laid eyes on her until this moment? “O…kay.”, she finally lightly said. Instead of going forward though, she stayed where she was, nearly on the other side of her hole. She felt only slightly like a caged animal right now. NOTES: Poor girl and her terror of people .

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