Nariko .
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Post by Nariko . on Dec 12, 2012 18:55:45 GMT -8
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Well if it wasn’t yet another shrine.
With her hands propped over her chest, the Breton stared at the feminine goddess figure that stood poised above her marble terra. While she stood watching, Nariko cocked her head to the side, allowing her dark hair to fall to the side. Who was this one representing? Despite now having been here for two years, Nariko still had much to learn about the Skyrim land and society. Not that…she really had any sort of strong urge to do so, but at times it could be worthwhile. Something told her that this one didn’t represent any sort of sugar and buttercups, but that was just her.
And in the end, she didn’t really care about some marble statue that seemed to be attempting to do some sort of dance while made of stone. In fact, not only did she not really care, but she held disdain for the figure that beckoned to the sky. Whoever this chick was, she seemed to not be doing so great a job at getting any sort of attention. After all, there would be a group of people standing around and adding to the statue if they really cared about it. From the state that the marble surface seemed to be in, it had been quite some time since anyone had come to tend it and take care of the statue.
Obviously some goddess that no one really gave a damn about. Just like her. Nariko couldn’t really come up with a proper amount of respect for the ‘holy ground’ she must be standing on either. In her mind, she herself was far better than any sort of silly statute anyway. Why give your allegiance to something like this anyway? Something that wouldn’t talk back to you, and just stood there doing her pathetic rock rain dance. So this was some sort of badass goddess eh? Well wasn’t that just so awe inspiring.
Rolling her eyes, Nariko stomped her feet a few times to warm them, her nearly black eyes skittering from the odd statue to the sky that she seemed to be beckoning to. This place was damned cold. And snowy. Way too snowy. She’d give just about anything for it to be summer again, or at least, not full of snow everywhere. The Nords had to be a sturdy race if they actually liked living in a frozen wasteland their entire lives. Just plain stupid, that was her thoughts.
Unwinding her hands from across her chest, Nariko held out her hand, palm up and started to conjure up some fire magic onto her hand. Perhaps just holding some heat in the palm of her hand would warm her up. Before she really did so, she heard a sound. Whirling around, Nariko crouched slightly, black gaze going here and there while she waited for the person to show themselves. A person? Ooooh, perhaps they were someone of noble birth that she could get some coin or valuables from? Perhaaaps…
In that case, what was she doing standing out in the middle of nowhere? Quickly she made herself sparse, crouched beneath some foliage to her left and up on a few rocks, still with a good sight to the trail that led up to the monument she had been standing beside. While she waited, Nariko slid her sword from its place on her hips and held her palm up and ready to fire some magic at the person dare they show themselves and not do as she commanded.
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Post by Coulson pike . on Dec 17, 2012 15:35:51 GMT -8
so shed some light on me  and hold me up in disbelief TAG: Narikooooo Words: 691
ONE LAST THING: I thought this was completely out of left field and therefore perfect.
Cole couldn’t be sure why he still made this trip every year or two, but his legs carried him up the trail regardless, hands yanking his cloak to a more comfortable position. He was starting to get tired of it slapping against him. He was starting to get tired of the snow, too. And the slight pebble that he’d twice risked frostbite to remove from his shoe to no avail. And the fact that he was saying each of his complaints to himself under his breath did not help matters. He swallowed an intoxicatingly cold breath and coughed a few times to break himself out of his complain-laden train of thought and tried to consider the positives of his visit to the shrine revealing itself ahead of him. The only one he could produce, as he stomped along, was that this was a way of continuing a tradition his father had started. To be honest, Cole didn’t particularly need any more reason to visit the statue for Meridia. So he shut off his complaints and continued up.
His father had always had a thing for the Daedric prince (why were they called princes when they were female?), and since the family hadn’t lived particularly far out from Solitude, Cole had traveled many a time with his father to see the shrine. He couldn’t have cared less about the prince or the shrine or the scenery or anything. The time with his father, cracking his occasional jokes and showing off some of his abilities as a mage, had been what was important. To be honest, before their family…incident, those trips were most of the excitement in Cole’s life. Heh, looking back now, that was a pretty sad thing to think about. Still, though, Cole made the trip about every year and a half through some…well, he didn’t know what it was. He felt as if it was expected of him, and if Cole failed to do something so simple as go out of his way by a few trees and rocks, someone who didn’t exist in this world anymore was going to be disappointed.
So he continued.
And he thought – with the snow pestering his eyes a bit – that he could see someone already standing and admiring Meridia’s…assets up ahead. Cole didn’t think much of them, though, dropping his eyes back to his feet to make sure he didn’t trip on the way up. People visited the lovely lady all the time, he was sure. For there to be another person waiting up ahead, and seemingly in the open too, was only of enough concern to him that he made sure his cloak was pulled aside enough that the crossbow dangling and loaded in his belt could be reached.
A few more feet and he looked up again. Empty. Cole stopped on the trail, peering all around him. Back up to the shrine…and still, no form stood silhouetted against the snow anymore. Now why was someone visiting a shrine in such an all-fire hurry to leave? Cole remained rooted to his spot, now compelled by outright paranoia – likely unfounded paranoia, but paranoia nonetheless. Stepping over towards the side of the trail, Cole mulled continuing on up and taking his chances, but he hadn’t survived all this long without taking some minor precautions. Precautions that he could be very creative with. His eyes settled on a goat up ahead on the trail, minding its own business. Hmm…normally Cole preferred something a little more…dangerous, but…
Flinging a quick frenzy spell in the direction of the goat, Cole stood back and drew out his crossbow, unable to stop snickering to himself as the small, insignificant little creature tore its way angrily up the remainder of the trail in the general direction of the shrine, bucking and slinging its head back and forth dramatically.
Now if that wasn’t a sight to trigger someone into stepping back into view eventually, nothing would be. Cole kept his eyes trained up ahead, still watching for anyone particularly interesting to re-emerge. If they didn’t…then he’d have a wild goat to entertain him. There was no way the mage could lose.
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Nariko .
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Post by Nariko . on Dec 21, 2012 22:44:44 GMT -8
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Tucked away behind the rocks, Nariko kept a hand on her blade handle and waited for the person to show themselves. Though her tracks were still fresh in the snow, Nariko had been careful to jump on rocks that had been windswept from the fluffy white substance so as to not leave quite as fine of a trail. Along with that was the fact that the same winds that had swept the rocks free also left patches of the marble surface the shrine in front of her was resting on free from the substance as well. With both of those combined, Nariko was happy to see that she hadn’t left a trail that would pinpoint her exact location – that of resting behind the rocks slightly above the shrine where she had scrambled to quickly. To her right and further down was a mountain goat that was munching on some foliage, but after looking at her in curiosity he had resumed eating his food. That was a relief. At least this goat wouldn’t reveal her location.
And now all that was left to do was wait for this traveler. If she didn’t think that she could get the upper hand or thought it too dangerous – as it might be some orc that she didn’t want to mess with – Nariko would simply remain hidden and allow whoever this was to pass without a problem. If it looked like some traveler that would be easy to subdue – or at least not as intimidating as an orc, she would pounce on them. It has been some time since she had seen anyone from coming over these mountains and going into Solitude, and she could always use some extra coin in her pockets. Especially since she seemed to be quite free from any coin even in her pockets at the moment, so any stake on the road would be a good one. Besides that, this was as god of a place as any to attack a poor lost innocent, as she doubted with the wind and the location that anyone would be around to hear their scuffle.
When he did finally show himself on the surface beside the shrine, Nariko lifted a brow and watched him perched from her position. Well, this was definitely not any orc. Though he was a man and thus more filled out than say…herself, he was a lot slighter than any nord would be. Good, this shouldn’t be very hard for her, at least not with surprise on her side. After all, she doubted Mr. Come to look at a booby shrine was really concerned about anyone else that could potentially be in the area. He was probably some religious weirdo that came here often in order to prostrate themselves and confess their sins. That thought earned a roll of her eyes.
On stealthy feet, Nariko started to make her way back down from her rocky perch and toward the man that was standing down there. With dark eyes trained on the man, Nariko watched his every movements while she quietly descended toward him. When his eyes started to search around him, Nariko once more ducked down and flattened herself against a boulder to shield herself from his sight. For a moment she held her breath, before she allowed herself to breath normally again and peek at him through the boulders and shrubs that were too stubborn to know they shouldn’t grow in such harsh elements. While she waited, Nariko watched him summon magic. As a Breton herself, she realized quickly that he seemed to have some magical abilities anyway. That was some information to keep in mind, but nothing that would deter her. She was proficient at the use of her magic herself, so that wouldn’t be a problem.
Easing to the left, Nariko had started on her way again when he flung his magic. With an intake of breath that she knew would be covered by the sound of the magic, Nariko settled herself on the rocks in order to see what the hell he was doing with his magic. The bleat of the goat alerted her though, and Nariko next found herself staring in wonder – mouth slightly opened (JACK SPARROW LOOKS EVERYWHERE) and her eyebrows risen while she watched the goat scatter in a frenzy. What…was this guy on? Peeking back at the figure that was standing there looking all too smug about himself, Nariko started quickly to the left some more while he studied where she had been minutes before. Stupid man, thinking she would still be in the location she had been before. It didn’t take her long to work her way around him – keeping hidden and moving quietly but swiftly. When she was behind him, Nariko felt a bought of insolence. Why should she be sneaking around anyway? And so she rose from her place of hiding, pleased to see that she was now almost directly behind him. “What are you? A professional goat tormenter?”
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Post by Coulson pike . on Dec 28, 2012 5:51:59 GMT -8
so shed some light on me and hold me up in disbelief TAG: Narikooooo Words: 701
ONE LAST THING: This is a mess. Cole was always amazed at what a little magic could do, even if he’d seen the effects a thousand times in his life. Turning a creature as useless as a goat (even if they produced great milk and cheese) into a weapon fell into the range of pure genius if one was to ask Cole. Watching it stomp along and rumble through bushes and snow drifts gave Cole an almost parental pride that could only be destroyed if some massive, evil orc or Forsworn or something popped out of the bushes and rushed him. He thought – since he’d once been talented enough to be a decent hunter as a younger man, though he now wondered where those talents had gone – that he did see some movement in some of the foliage since he had a white backdrop to work with, so he made sure, as he continued to watch around the goat, that he stepped out further into the open so if anyone popped out he could see them coming. Then there was the waiting and hoping that if anyone did pop out, Cole could put an arrow through their thigh or shoulder or paralyze them to make sure they decided to stop popping out of bushes and accosting people in the future…especially around a shrine. Cole may not have cared about these Daedric princes any more than the next guy, but why someone would risk getting one angry was beyond him.
Of course, he should have thought about that before he made a wild goat tear off in the direction of the shrine. Cole thought even a Daedra could find this stupid goat funny, though.
The spell started to wear off of the goat and it stumbled over to the side, nearly falling over a set of rocks in the path before it frantically attempted to straighten itself and return to normal life. Still extremely pleased with his success in creating a distraction, Cole glanced again to the bushes behind him before taking a step or two to continue his ascent towards the shrine, having forgotten how bothered he was by the weather. He kept the crossbow close and a good paralysis spell in mind, just to be sure that if something worrisome started to happen that he could-
-put an end to it.
Cole stopped in his tracks and turned on the voice. Due to the fact that the voice was female and didn’t sound like the type of female who would be ripping his flesh off of his bones, he couldn’t bring himself to bear the bolt in his crossbow on the woman he found standing there behind him, having clearly been the one hiding in the bushes. Perhaps she had been hiding from him and, now that she’d seen the goat encounter, didn’t think Cole would be a miserable murderer who would kill her. Looking closely at her though – and the weapons she carried – he sincerely doubted that she would be worried about him at all. He couldn’t make any genuine judgments on why she would be hiding in bushes, but he thought he had a few decent guesses that came to mind.
And to be quite honest, if she had ended up diving on him like he originally thought someone might do, Cole would not have minded all that much.
He stared at her a few seconds, letting his brain process her questions and the surprise of seeing her subside. Once both jobs were done, he gestured behind him at the goat that was trying to pretend that it hadn’t just been a raging beast stomping around in the snow. ”That was more excitement than the goat’s had in its whole life,” Cole replied, very matter-of-factly, since the goat naturally enjoyed becoming a more fearsome creature. If Cole was a goat, he would have definitely enjoyed feeling like a predator instead of prey. ”And when…women are hiding in bushes, a man has to provide her with entertainment, right?” Contorting his mouth at his words, since they didn’t quite come out as he had wished for them to, Cole quickly advanced the “conversation,” nodding at the bush she stood within. ”What were you, uh, doing back there?”
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Post by Nariko . on Jan 8, 2013 21:47:23 GMT -8
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Nariko figured she had him pegged as soon as she laid eyes on him. It wasn’t near Winterhold, but he looked like the type to be some mage that spent most of his time concentrated on the girls rooms in the college than he did on his studies. She wasn’t sure why, but that was the first thought that had popped into her head when she had first laid her eyes on him. She also knew her own race when she saw it, and figured that he was a Breton like her. He wasn’t sturdy enough to be a Nord, not dark enough for a Redguard, not elvish enough, clearly not a water breathing fish man, and she doubted Imperials could simply pull that kind of magic out of their ass without years of heavy training, which Nariko highly doubted this man would have done. And thus the logical explanation was that he was a Breton, who were slighter in build but well able when it came to magic. Usually they put it to better use than scaring wildlife so badly they lost everything that would have been discharged later on.
“Probably more than you’ve had too.”, she found herself muttering under her breath. Who was she to really care though? He could do whatever the hell he wanted to do really, and if he got his kicks by causing goats to go on a frenzy and race around as such, then she supposed that was totally up to him on how he wanted to live his life. Nariko would simply ignore it and go on with her own life – which didn’t include any goats as anything aside from eating.
She made no outward reaction to his comment about women hiding in the brush aside from a rise of her eyebrow. Nariko wasn’t sure who this man was, or what he thought he was, but she felt that she had just run into quite the odd duck. “That wouldn’t be the kind of entertainment a real woman would be desiring.” Placing her hands on her hips, she added to her comment. “As for hiding in bushes, I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to talk to someone that got his kicks out of tormenting goats.” With a shrug, her gaze returned to him. “In fact, I’m still not quite sure I wanted to, but you know how that goes.”
Oh well, goat tormenter or not, he would make a perfect target. That being thought, Nariko started to stride toward him. While she did so, she exaggerated the sway in her hips and pretended to study the statue behind him. She figured that she would tell him the truth in such a ridiculous manner that he would be left laughing moments before she stuck a blade underneath his nose and demanded all of his possessions. “What was I doing? Why, I was waiting for the first unlucky wanderer to venture past my position so I could brutally beat them and then strip them of every belonging they had on their person so that I could satisfy my own desires.” Along with her explanation, she gave him a wide toothed smile. At that point she had gotten close enough to him that she was within a few arm lengths. “Or I could have just been admiring a nice statue.”
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