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Post by Elmira Whitestone . on Dec 10, 2012 13:05:23 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;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to Fly {WORDS } 714 {TAGGED } Cyrus {WEARING} Her armor
Elmira nodded her thanks at his compliment about her abilities at handing the draugr. Blue eyes flickered to the side quickly to look at the pile of bones that he had taken down. Despite having done this plenty of times, Elmira still felt that rush of adrenaline and a small bit of fear afterward. It wasn’t normal to have a pile of living bones lumbering after you with a raised weapon, no matter how many times it had happened to you. “You too.”, she said after a moment, gesturing toward the pile he had taken the life from. It was an odd combination that you got from doing this sort of work. Excitement and dread all wrapped up at the same time. But it was time to move on. Hardly waiting for his answer to her question, she proceeded onward through the ruins, getting the door open by nothing short of force and then entering the next room.
With roving eyes, she found the chest. Thankfully this one wasn’t locked, though from what Cyrus said, his was locked. At his question on if she had a lockpick or not, Elmira nodded silently, not quite realizing that he probably wasn’t able to see her nodding with her nose practically pressed into her own unlocked chest. After getting the gem, she sat back on her heels and was about to look over at him when he appeared there beside her. Shifting slightly, Elmira held up her gem to allow him to see it closer. “An emerald.”, she commented. “A few septims and-…” Reaching in, Elmira cautiously felt around, the blade she felt inside belonging to some sort of war axe. Gingerly lifting it out, she peered at the weapon. “I don’t use axes, want it?” It looked like a sturdy weapon anyway, and there was never anything wrong with having an extra weapon.
Rising, she handed it to him and gestured toward the second chest. “I have a few lockpicks. Let me try it.” Pulling one from the pouch on her hips, Elmira pocketed the gem and strode over toward it. After she had crouched down, the blonde wet her lips and slipped the dagger she had sheathed on her person out. Deft fingers slipped the blade and the lockpick into the lock. She had never needed to use a lockpick until she had become an adventurer. It had taken many broken lockpicks, but she had gotten somewhat good at this job, though she still broke more picks than someone who really knew what they were doing.
Intently looking at the job she was doing, Elmira started shifting the pick around while she worked at the knife. The first try had plenty of resistance on the pick, so she slacked off on the pressure and worked the pick around a bit more. The new position had less resistance, but there was still some on it. The third time she got colder again than the second, and felt a little crack on the pick. Instantly she slacked off and awkwardly held them both in her hands while she wiped her hand on her pants. A moment later she was at it again. While biting her lip, Elmira eyed at the pick and finally wiggled it into a position she thought might work. Rotating her knife, she held her breath a moment until she heard the faint ‘click’ on the opposite side. “Got it.”, she said softly, before opening the chest and stepping back to allow him to look inside. “What’s in there?”
{NOTES} XD He should be scared! |
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Post by CYRUS SUNGLASS . on Dec 13, 2012 18:19:57 GMT -8
A SOLDIER ON MY OWN, I DON'T KNOW THE WAY Cyrus looked at the axe over Elmira's shoulder. He wasn't much for axes, but he had to admit, it looked nice. And it'd probably make a good throwing weapon if he ran out of arrows. "sure, thank you." he replied, taking it from her hands. he swung with it a couple of times, decided he rather liked the weight of it and put it in his belt. he'd have to be careful it didn't fall while they continued to explore. the axe might have been old, but the edge still looked sharp. the last thing he wanted to do was cut off his toes by accident.
Cyrus nodded, following Elmira back to the locked chest. He watched as she crouched down to fiddle with the lock, though his attention quickly drifted elsewhere. He had never had much patience for such things, and personally, found the rest of the room rather more interesting. He stared at all of the nooks and crannies, the cracks in stone, and whatever other features he could find to occupy his mind. he spied some worn stone carving on the wall, but before he could investigate further he heard the unmistakable sound of the lock popping open.
Cyrus' eyes darted back to the chest. he expected elmira to dig around in it after having unlocked it, but she seemed to want to let him to do it for her. considering she had just unlocked it for him, however, cyrus was happy to oblige. he moved in front of it, taking a little time to lift off the lid. "more gold," he said, not unhappily, though he wished there were more of it. it didn't seem worth elmira's effort to have just ended up with a few septims. surely it had been locked with good reason.
"hold on," cyrus spoke, his curiosity getting the best of him. crouching down in front of it, he put almost his whole arm into the chest, trying to find anything they'd missed. when his finger ran against something sharp, the edge of whatever it was cutting his skin, cyrus flinched, but he followed the shape of it, finally coming to a handle. he lifted it with ease, surprise written over his face as the black blade caught the limited light in the ruin. "ebony.." he breathed admiringly, rising to his feet after checking for anything else. the blade was only a dagger, and so was useless to him, but he threw it up, caught it by the point and held the handle to his companion. "this one's yours. might fetch some pretty coin when you head into a town next." waiting for her to take it, cyrus lifted his other hand to his mouth, sucking on the still bleeding wound. it was only a scratch, but it was persistent in its bleeding. it would stop soon, surely. cyrus had suffered much, much worse and lived to tell the tale, so he wouldn't even whisper a complaint at this minor injury.
"i think that's all there is in here," cyrus stated, though he supposed elmira had already come to that conclusion. he moved toward the solitary door at the other end of the room. when pushing at it with his hand didn't make it budge, cyrus leaned against it with his shoulder, putting all his weight behind it. finally, it jerked outward, and swung open the entire way when cyrus put more force behind it, showing a rather narrow passageway. even with the cool air in the tomb, he could feel sweat beading on his forehead from the effort of opening the door. "you make that look easier than it is," cyrus said of opening the ruin's doors before flashing her a grin. he had no idea how much strength elmira had in those little limbs of hers. "ladies first." he made an over the top sweeping gesture, indicating she should go first. elmira was the explorer after all. where she went, cyrus would follow. and the passageway did look promising.
elmira/taiya | 669 | <3
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Post by Elmira Whitestone . on Dec 18, 2012 19:37:31 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;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to Fly {WORDS } 743 {TAGGED } Cyrus! {WEARING} Armor!
Instead of going on with searching the chest, Elmira was content to sit back on her heels and watch Cyrus look through the chest that she had just picked. While he went through the chest, she glanced over her shoulder and lifted her bow back into her hands. She must just be jumpy today, but she half expected more draugr to come shuffling out from behind the door and attack them from behind. Yes…yes she must just be jumpy today. Shifting her weight again, Elmira glanced back down to where her companion was kneeling beside the chest as he pulled out the items from inside. It seemed like what was generally inside the chests. Elmira wasn’t quite sure why there was so much gold scattered in the chests through the ruins, or why anyone had put them there, but whoever it had been must have had good reasons for doing so. She almost wished that she could travel back in time to ask them what the heck was up with their odd behavior in that way, but was content to simply take the gold instead.
Holding out her hand, Elmira grasped the ebony dagger that he handed to her. Lifting it in her hand, Elmira checked the balance and weight of the weapon in her hand. It seemed like it was a pretty good weapon, well balanced with the hilt and the blade. It might be better than her own once she had sharpened it up to be honest. Besides that, hers could stand a good retirement after all these years of having it. It had been a good companion though, so perhaps she would simply keep both of them. “Thank you.” Slipping it into her waistband, Elmira’s gaze skittered through the room that they were standing in. She needed to find that ceremonial sword and get it back to Ivarstead.
Though she hesitated on where to go next, Elmira tracked Cyrus’ form while he walked over to yet another door. Once more she checked over her shoulder while she followed him, blue eyes scanning the room for possible threats. For the next few moments she simply watched while her companion struggled with the door. She had faced that exact situation only a few minutes before on the door leading to their current location, so his comment made a slight smile touch her lips. “Well if it makes you feel better, it wasn’t easy back there either.”
Nodding her head, Elmira ducked into the opening that had been provided. Though she wished she had a torch to see better, Elmira narrowed her eyes to see better and strode into the next room. As if on cue, she lifted her eyes to see an unlit torch resting on the wall. Wiggling it out of its position, Elmira reached into her pouch that rested on her hips to bring out her flint stone. It took her a few minutes to get the torch to light properly, but finally she had a fairly steady blaze on her torch. With a smile toward Cyrus, Elmira lifted her source of light up and away and started to stride deeper into the room. “Where would you put a ceremonial sword if you had to hide one?”, she asked out while she moved toward a passageway on the other side.
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Post by CYRUS SUNGLASS . on Dec 22, 2012 10:22:59 GMT -8
A SOLDIER ON MY OWN, I DON'T KNOW THE WAY Cyrus' eyes watched Elmira as she judged the weapon he had offered her. Ebony was a fine make, better than the glass sword slung at his hip. He nodded as Elmira thanked him, glad that at least she found something worth keeping. Of course, Cyrus now had the axe the Nord huntress had found in the other chest, but after leaving the ruin, Cyrus didn't think he'd keep it. Axes were not really his thing. But as it might prove useful, he would keep it on hand. He may not have ventured into ruins and tombs often, but when he did, Cyrus was aware that being prepared for every single possible thing was solid advice.
Opening the door had been hard work, but Cyrus smiled as Elmira seemed to find his comment amusing. "You Nords must be made of sterner stuff, then. Because you hardly broke a sweat." Cyrus himself wasn't actually sweating, but if the door had been any more difficult to open, he knew he would have been. Whatever those Ancient Nords sealed their doors with, it was strong. Or perhaps it was merely age that warped the doors so much that they were difficult to open. Whatever it was, managing to open the door had made Cyrus admire Elmira all the more. To think that she did this regularly, and all on her own, too. Perhaps not all Nords were so daring, but right then, Cyrus began to think that the woman in his company was braver than he. Cyrus certainly wouldn't choose to enter these ruins by himself.
Cyrus followed Elmira into the next room, his eyes taking some time to adjust to the darker light. The Nord spotted the torch before he did, and he was content to wait until the torch was lit before venturing any further into the dark. Not because Cyrus was scared; though, he was a little wary of what the looming dark before them might be concealing. To rush on ahead when there was a possibility of their being traps and other nasty such things to prevent bandits and other adventurers from raiding the ruin was plain stupid. And while Cyrus was probably counted among the more reckless kind of Redguard, he didn't fancy being stuck with poisoned darts. Or spears. Whatever it could be, Cyrus knew it would most definitely be unpleasant. Mentally, he made a note to take care where he and Elmira placed their weight.
Elmira's question brought a wry smirk to Cyrus' face as he began to follow her and the now lit torch. He knew it wasn't directed at him, but he felt he should answer it anyway, more for his amusement than anything else. His humor seemed to go mostly over Elmira's head, Cyrus knew from experience. "I'd put it by the front door. Make it easier for adventurers, save them the trouble." he answered, letting out a low chuckle after he'd spoken. "Obviously this guy had different ideas. He wants you to work for this, El. It's probably at the very end of this tunnel, with a ton of Draugr, and maybe even a dragon guarding it. But that's just my guess." It was outrageous, and Cyrus was desperately hoping he was very, very wrong, but after his grin only widened as he spoke. Shaking his head slowly as he chuckled again, Cyrus suddely recalled a question he had wanted to ask earlier, but it had skipped his mind before he'd had the chance. "What kind of ceremony is this sword a part of, anyway?" He asked Elmira, hoping she'd have some sort of answer. Cyrus knew from stories Ancient Nords were into all sorts of odd things, though he did not know exactly what was true and what was not. He wouldn't say it outloud, but he was rather excited to see this sword, and whether or not it was as impressive as he was imagining it to be.
elmira/taiya | 657 | kahjfjgka this is rubbish. sorry! D:
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Post by Elmira Whitestone . on Jan 8, 2013 15:08:10 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;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to Fly {WORDS } 734 {TAGGED } Cyrus {WEARING} Armor Elmira didn’t quite look at her companion when he made his comment about her race. She had never felt comfortable with any sort of praise, even if it was more for her group of people and not specifically her. She hated to accept it, as she did any sort of praise, but at the same time she didn’t want to belittle her race. “I suppose we are.” Elmira did want to explain that not everyone in their race was as physically as intimidating as some others, but being a woman of few words, she decided not to, instead assuming that he would realize that by observing both her race and his own. Elmira herself wasn’t much of a specimen when it came to her physical strength, at least she didn’t simply inherit it. Rather it was through work and long days doing what she did that made her strong. She wouldn’t be bragging about that either though.
So just as quickly as she could, Elmira avoided the conversation and walked down into the tunnel that he had opened when he had pried the door open. It took her little time to find the torch that they could use for more light. Despite these ruins being so old, she was amazed at how easy it was to find torches that still not only worked, but held together very nicely. Along with that, the Nords that had last been in these ruins had seemed to have a perfectly good idea on just where they should distribute the torches in such a manner that they would be easily used if your own happened to be put out too early. She knew herself the dangers of crawling around one of these ruins without the use of a torch. When she had been newer to this profession, she had braved a cave even after her torch had nearly been extinguished. In doing so, she had set off a trap with poison and would have died in that cave if a fellow explorer hadn’t found her and carried her out. Ever since then she had been much more careful with herself and how she chose to explore caves.
With her torch lit, Elmira peered ahead and signaled her wolf to follow her. Though she was sure that Cyrus wouldn’t know where to look in a Nordic ruin, she also wanted other ideas aside from her own, and he seemed to have his head on his shoulders – despite a few jokes she questioned at times-…and speaking of which. Despite wanting to roll her eyes, Elmira had to admit that she agreed with him on that subject. “But obviously they weren’t thinking like you when they came up with this idea.” She had to admit the first idea sounded much better than the second, but she had to agree that the second was probably the way it would happen. “You’re right. I hope you brought a second pair of underwear.”, she commented off hand as she walked by, her own dry attempt at humor.
While she continued to light the way and continue deeper into the cave, Elmira answered his question. “This sword is a replica of the sword Eduj, which was the favored weapon of Kvenel the Tongue…or so the Nords say. The ceremonial sword has to be coupled with the ceremonial axe to be used as a…key of some sort. I’m not exactly sure what it’s a key to however.”, she concluded with a shake of her head.
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