|
|
Post by ASHIRA THE QUICK . on Nov 26, 2012 12:34:59 GMT -8
 SOMEONE HELP US UNDERSTAND WHO ORDERED THIS DISGUSTING ARRANGEMENT tagged derrick, with 549 words, wearing this. hope this is okaaay~ c: calm but calculated footsteps were made against the green terrain of the reach's ground, the khajiit careful to mind the various mountain flowers that occasionally popped up here and there. she was attempting to stay off the main path that lead to the infamous ragnvald tomb, but it was proving to be more difficult than anything, given its location in the mountains. however, the white and black spotted cat still took to what little of cover the trees granted her, a little ways away from the path; always keeping it in sight, not wanting to get lost.
ashira had heard countless rumors about this tomb. many in markarth feared its name, and she'd heard from more than a few guards about its reputation. it was rumored that a dragon priest had been laid to rest within the tomb, but like many undead in their crypt, many feared he wasn't resting as they'd intended. so, now it's unheard of travellers venturing days and nights to its location, in fear of the dragur that populate its sun-forgotten grounds. but, unlike many, ashira wasn't afraid of nords who'd long lost their capability to live. she actually found it easier to drive her blades through their leathery-like skin. most were granted with odd capabilities, but she'd helped a young nord taken down a wounded dragon not even last season; a few undead with glowing blue eyes weren't going to scare her away.
naturally, if it hadn't been for the money that was apparently tied to the tomb, she probably wouldn't have even considered it. she'd been relaxing in the warmth of the silver-blood inn when a man had approached her table, and offered an intriguing tidbit of information. she was suspicious, of course, but he was willing to pay her a small pouch of coin-worth, just to take a look at the tomb for him. apparently his family had lost something very valuable within its darkness many years ago, and he was willing to go to great lengths in order to get it back. because of the pre-reward he gave her, ashira said she'd find time in her not-so-busy schedule to take a journey out there within the following day. and here she was, already almost there.
her bow was fastened securely on her back, one of her main weapons when she entered a tomb. sometimes sneaking around and getting close to her target was too much hassle. especially when they usually went down with one well-aimed arrow. nonetheless, she carried her ebony swords on either side of her hips, in case she needed to handle something up close and personal. but as she walked, she didn't appear to be threatened, or alarmed; her hands swayed casually at her sides, her stride calm and, although she stepped lightly, she wasn't toeing around like she was expecting a frostbite spider to spring from no where. in fact, she didn't recall ever having the same sway to her tail as she had right now; for a khajiit walking by herself into a tomb, she didn't really show any signs of threat or worry.
whether it was foolishness, or bravery, she wasn't sure. all ashira knew was that she could already feel what the extra weight of her coin pouch, and she very much enjoyed it. . |
|
|
|
Post by Derrick Raihl . on Dec 10, 2012 16:08:46 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Tell me what you find when you read my mind {WORDS } 713 {TAGGED } Ashira {WEARING} armor
Sometimes Derrick really did question why he’d decided to join the army. Sure, his brother had been killed while in the Legion, but did that really involve him? Despite wishing he could deny it, he couldn’t. He had a duty not to the legion, but his own brother and family. And despite them not having been blood brothers, Derrick had to admit that his older brother had meant a whole damned lot to him. And that was the reason he was out here trudging after some Khajiit that he was supposed to be after. He’d gotten a lead about this certain kitty, and for that Derrick was tracking down this said spy. He would have just shrugged it off as being just another Stormcloak, but the word ‘spy’ had gotten his attention. After all, he was a spy himself, and right at the moment he had been sent to Markarth on the tipoff that there was a group of active Stormcloak’s around the city that had been causing some trouble, but were either hidden away by the citizens, or tricky devils.
So far he’d been completely dry on tips or any sort of ideas, until this khajiit…
The guy that had told him about it hadn’t seemed like that great of a character. Derrick didn’t trust the guy as far as he could throw him – if even that, but the tip off was just what he needed right now, so he couldn’t pass it up. So unfortunately for him, this Khajiit seemed to have some sort of strange desire to have some date with the dead. As far as he was concerned, people should stay as far away from tombs as they could. Why anyone would go in here without a damned good reason was far beyond him. Of course, he’d visited the resting place for his brother, but that was different. Just going into a tomb because you wanted to was just weird, and it said something about the Khajiit he was trailing.
At the entrance, he bit back a groan, wiped an arm across his forehead and stepped inside. He really didn’t want to be here, at all. And why you may ask? Well, whoever actually would want to be here in this situation should have their heads checked to see if they were having mental issues. Unless this Khajiit could be into something tricky, which he wouldn’t put past the cat like race. They were a tricky lot anyway, and besides if it was a Stormcloak, she might be rendezvousing with some of her pals. Why you would do that in a place like this, he really didn’t have any idea, but the man had told him that the cat would be in these ruins, so that was where he was going.
Once he was inside it wasn’t so bad. Derrick didn’t bother to unsheathe his sword or pull the bow from its place. Though there was – as always, the thread of the dead trying to eat him, he didn’t want any clunking or noises, and so to remain hidden until he decided to show himself, the young man kept his weapons in their places and simply walked forward quietly, eyes flickering around him.
A tomb…
Why a tomb?
{NOTES} Finally got this one up too xD And yes, I did say jewel man is using her to sell Derrick out. Yay me ;3 |
|
|
|
|
Post by ASHIRA THE QUICK . on Dec 20, 2012 17:12:44 GMT -8
SOMEONE HELP US UNDERSTAND WHO ORDERED THIS DISGUSTING ARRANGEMENT tagged derrick, with 799 words, wearing this. sorry for the delaaaaaay! also, i hope i didn't pp too much c: ragnvald, it was called. a name that ashira barely remembered, but the appearance of the tomb made her wonder if there was any truth to the rumours about the living dead within its confinements. and a tomb that made her feel like that generally held some sort of bad news within its walls. nonetheless, she held her chin high, and the promise of gold made her continue on trucking forward. she'd spent the last portion of her wealth paying off a band of rouge assassins who'd been sent after her by one of her last employers, attempting to get their money back for her efforts. instead, she just handed the gold over to them, rather than deal with their stubborn thrusts of their blades, and annoying empty threats.
as she approached the large stairs and lifted upwards to the platform with the main entrance, ashira took a small glance around, just to observer her surroundings. the view was wonderful, but she didn't have time to take any of the crisp trees into account, or pay any attention the patches of butterflies fluttering around here and there. instead, she was looking for anything out of place; a stray horse, a person, any broken signs within the terrain that someone had been walking the same route, or following her. naturally, she found nothing, but that didn't relieve the feeling scratching at the back of her neck whenever she turned her back, and left it wide open. because of this, she kept an ear out for any stray footing behind her, and vowed that if someone was tailing her, that she wouldn't let them strike her down easily.
at the entrance of the tomb, ashira unsheathed her right ebony sword, keeping it lowered, but in a firm grip. she always had a weapon at the ready whenever she was exploring new territory, and one that was supposedly the resting place of a dragon priest only called for more precaution. with her left hand, she shouldered the heavy door open, slipping inside - to her knowledge - unnoticed.
as it closed and settled, ashira didn't hesitate to see if anyone slipped in behind her. instead, she lowered herself into a crouch, keeping her blade at the ready in case she travelled upon any foes. keeping close to the left side of the rugged and uneven wall, ashira stepped quietly, putting her natural born talents to good use. unfortunately, because of how quick she was with her sneaking, she didn't linger near the entrance long enough to hear or smell the intruder following her. at least, not at first. she continued on her way, keeping a weary eye out for any open tombs, or bandits attempting to rule over the tomb's location. in her experience, she had more trouble fending off bandit clans that were usually made of orcs or very good magic-wielders, but she was keeping her fingers crossed just to settle with the undead that might be lurking around the tomb's corners.
ashira had just entered a small corridor lined with broken and dusty burial pots, their confinements holding jewels once important things to a higher being, when she took notice to the strange echo behind her. at first, she'd assumed it was just the small noise of her boots against the cold ground, but after she'd paused to survey for any traps that might line the walls or floor of the small treasury, she heard the noise again. so, with haste, she pressed herself up against the corner of the entrance, switching her sword for the dagger hidden within her left boot. it was easier to hold on a whim, and because she had no idea what was following her, it was best to stick to a weapon she could easily maneuver if she needed to. from there, she played the waiting game, counting the seconds that flew by within her head, waiting for this stranger to step within the corridor.
and as soon as he did, ashira didn't falter as she slipped behind him, purposely letting the dagger's blade cut into the small nook of his neck as she held it against his skin in a threatening way. her opposite hand was gripped against the front of his throat, nails dangerously close to puncturing his skin as she attempted to hold him against her chest. considering his size, though, she knew she'd have more than a little bit of trouble containing his actions if he really wanted to knock her off of him; hopefully, whoever this was, wouldn't be interested in blood.
"it's not safe to follow strangers, you know.." [/b] she purred into his ear, expecting him to identify himself before things got out of hand. "who are you, and what do you want?"[/b][/div] [/div] . [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Derrick Raihl . on Dec 21, 2012 22:42:26 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Tell me what you find when you read my mind {WORDS } 812 {TAGGED } Ashira {WEARING} Armor
If he had any less control, Derrick would probably be cursing right about now. It wasn’t that he was creeped out by the tomb. More like…he really wished he didn’t have to be here. There was just something about a tomb that really wasn’t inviting…at all. Especially to him. Though he wouldn’t admit that he had any fear of tight spaces, Derrick sure didn’t feel any desire to go in them. Perhaps that was still from his time feeling trapped in a small house with an abusive father. But of course, he wasn’t admitting to anything about that, so…yeah, he would just suffer through this and hopefully come out with something in the end. If that man hadn’t been screwing him over – which he wasn’t entirely sure because though he claimed to be an Imperial supporter, one never quite knew – this khajiit he was going after in this creepy dungeon would have some information on the Imperial army that he – or she – was going to be selling off to the Stormcloaks. As a spy himself, Derrick felt his job was to take down this Stormcloak sympathizer and get some information from him.
So far though, he’d only managed to catch glimpses of said kitty that he was following. This was a tricky one alright, though so far he would stake his life on the fact that he didn’t know that Derrick was following him. There had been nothing there to indicate such, so the Imperial really did think that he should be okay – at least so far. If things went south quickly, he could easily defend himself. Of course, Derrick realized he was going to have to pull out a sword in the first place to get this khajiit, but he was hoping to get the surprise on the cat that he followed. After all, he was just as quiet and stealthy as the other being that was sneaking around in this tomb.
And then the figure that he was following vanished. Derrick didn’t much like that, and found himself peering around and slowing in step until he was creeping slowly through the dead bodies long since turned to skeletons and broken burial pots. He’d really rather get this done quickly and get on with life, but he also knew better than to underestimate a khajiit. Their lack of being completely human really gave them the advantage when it came to moving and such. Though they might not be so powerful as say…the nords or redguards, they could hold their own in combat as well. R
When he came to the corridor, Derrick hesitated in his step. Brown eyes flickered here and there while he looked at the broken pots that lined the corridor. There didn’t seem to be anything in his immediate line of vision, but he didn’t like all the shadows that crept around him. And besides that, he was getting a certain aura from this place that he didn’t like either. Something was weird about this place. He wasn’t sure what…but it was. Still, he had to press on and find this khajiit to make him – or her – talk. He’d much rather not have any Stormcloak spy leaking out any information about the Imperials or their army.
As soon as he’d stepped inside though, Derrick felt the paw close around his neck. Almost instantly he reached for the blade that was sheathed to his hips, but stilled his movements when he felt the blade, dangerously near his neck. “It’s not nice or polite to press daggers against a strangers neck either.”, he countered to her comment about following people. His voice held amusement in it even despite his current situation. “One could ask the same as you. You go to visit your dead and you get attacked. Some welcome.” Despite the blade to his throat, Derrick didn’t lose his cool. He could take care of this… He still could.
{NOTES} The PP was fine :3 |
|
|
