The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]
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				Title: <strong>The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 19:45:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Winterhold</strong></span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/2iZoD25.jpg)</div>The great collapse still plagues the former capital city, even though the storms from the sea have stopped. Under the new rule of Jarl Alrond Songsayer, it's finally on the road to recovery. He is the one that first implemented the plans to rebuild on what they had left, and even use the new proximity to the sea to bring more coins their way. Now the city stands, while more of a town, as a central hold of relaxation for those who wish it. The docks built by the Jarl stand strong due to his partnership with the college, making them near unbreakable by the sea. <br><br>A wall has been further constructed around the city, and new craftsmen techniques discovered in the last ten years have made rebuilding a larger residential area far easier. The Jarl now houses himself in a manor rather then a keep, and mages populate the town more frequently. The College has a boarding house within it as well, making sure those on leave from the school itself have a place to stay. Home to the best nordic mead in all of Skyrim now, Winterhold seems to be on the fast track to full recovery. Many are questioning it, though; wondering if the lack of an Archmage of the college is the reason.<br><br>That said, the college has been without a leader for some time, leaving the Grand Conjurer to take the place until then. The Grand Conjurer is Lydia Myrveen, a Breton hailing from Highrock. Rumor has it she's completely overwhelmed by the position despite the college's claims that all is under control. Still the deals she's brokered with the new Jarl cannot be denied, and even the college itself has prospered a bit as of late. <br><div align="center">(http://imgur.com/2qGOMKU.png)</div><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Rumor has it that someones been smuggling dangerous reagents from the college of late, and selling them in the city. These rumors have also been enforced by the appearance of Daedra stalking about, as well as several sightings of mutated versions of the indigenous beasts that roam the region. Is someone playing the guild only to supply a cult?</li><li type="disc">Falmer sightings have increased in the regions since the crafting techniques to build higher on the mountain were discovered. Many would be residents moving to the city have been captured by them, and the problem is only getting worse. The Jarl can't seem to find out what's going on, or gain help without spilling the information and slowing business. Can it be stopped before the information ruins the city's redevelopment?</li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 09:19:46</strong>
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				(http://images.uesp.net/0/0e/Lore-race-Bosmer.png)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Though Valen had become used to a schedule of alternating a couple months in Winterhold, then a couple months traveling, writing, and researching,, he'd been stuck working at the college for almost eight months at this point! He felt obligated to the college for bringing him a rather successful career, and when the Grand Conjurer was short handed, as she had been recently, he would take on more responsibilities there. It had become a bit ridiculous now though, since he'd never intended to work consistently and full time for the mages college. It seemed to him he may simply have to leave his duties here behind if things didn't slow down on there own.<br><br>After a busy day of running errands and instructing classes of young mages and running errands he'd finally found some free time, so he'd wandered across the college's bridge to his old home away from home, The Frozen Hearth. He'd worked there a number of years when he was still a kid scraping coin together to send home or to buy books with. It was a familiar place, where all the regulars knew him well, and the Nords tended to open up, even to an elf, after so many years of hardy drinking together.<br><br>When he first arrived the inn&nbsp; wasn't very busy. He'd bought himself a drink, sat at the bar and contemplated his next real goal. He'd wrote enough voloumes on Dwemer weaponry,and spent enough nights in the stone floor of their underground ruins.Letting himself fall into a teaching role permanently would be too dull- even if it may give him a shot at being a new arch-mage decades upon decades from now when he's old and gray. He could try and solve some of the issues Winterhold was facing- the smuggling, the Daedra, the Falmer? He didn't like leaving the place he'd spent so many years in trouble. But there was something interesting going on in Skyrim. The talk of the two heirs. He was curious to know who's side he should be on, how he might contribute to these monumental events. Perhaps this could lead to another great push against the Thalmor? He hated the idea of simply letting them prepare for whatever their next scheme would be.<br><br>Of course all this thoughtfulness would end when a crowd slowly started shuffling in. the place had only become more active over the years as the city grew. He'd greet everyone he knew and made some fun chit-chat. It wasn't too long until the bard showed up and started playing a couple tunes.&nbsp; This was getting to be the type of situation he enjoyed, everyone getting nice and jovial, Valen patting shoulders and making "So an Imperial and an Altmer walk into a bar..." type cracks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 20:53:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CLUYpfJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Briza<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valen, open<br><br>It was fast approaching the cool hours of dusk when a coal black carriage began rolling into the humble settlement of Winterhold. It was an expensive carriage, led by two black steeds gold plated embroidery gracing it's sides. At the doors there was a single coat of arms, the twisted markings of the The New Black Briar meadery. Inside Briza sat, comfortably brushing the her long dark legs as she first began to hear the excitement pouring in from her old home. She knew many would recognize the carriage, she'd made frequent trips to the college to garner supplies for her research since she had left for Riften. <br><br>Briza knew it was different this time. She'd been called back, the Grand Conjurer finding herself in a pinch. She knew the Breton was capable, so if she was having this many troubles, then something was surely amiss. Looking up from the manicuring of her skin, she regarded the driver whom sat on the veiled bench above her compartment. <strong>"We shouldn't trouble the college yet, my dear. Pull us into the Frozen hearth, and get my girl's rested from the long trip. They deserve it."</strong> She mentioned casually to the Nord, whom nodded back to her without any form of delay. <br><br><strong>"Yes Lady Briza. Twill be done."</strong> The assurance brought at a wry smile to The Dark Elf's lips, and she swept her legs back in front of her as she felt the carriage coming to a gentle stop. She waited until her driver opened the door, and then stepped out one leg at a time. Straightening her garment in a dignified manner, she gave the driver but a simple nod before making her way into the lively establishment. With careful eyes, the grim lady took assessment of the patrons&nbsp; enjoying themselves inside. It was about the type of scene she remembered, drunken camaraderie with only a hint of debauchery to it. <br><br>That was of course something Briza could fix, however, so with those thoughts she began to make her way further past the crowds. It wasn't long before she reached the desk where rooms were given, and she produced a few spetims as she eyed the innkeep. <strong>"One night; and do keep me form being disturbed, if you please."</strong> The request was spoken coyly, but it was obvious the inkeep caught her meaning as he took up the extra coins she had offered. Nodding his head, the man gave her a single well made key. She wasted no time snatching it up, and slowly slid the metal into the bodice of her dress before turning again to the crowd. <br><br>It wasn't long before Briza's red eyes spotted the bosmer sitting at a table, and from her guess he was a college mage. The garb fit, as did his genuine gentile actions. <em>He'd be a good place to start.</em> She ventured the thought, and despite being the tree hugging variety; he was a still a mer. That alone had her sold, so with swaying hips she approached the table he sat at. <strong>"Not often I get the pleasure of speaking with another mage. Rarer do I see that mage also chance to be a mer."</strong> She announced her presence with a welcoming smile, eyes still regarding the bosmer with careful intent. <br><br><strong>"Mind if I have a seat, handsome?"</strong> Briza asked gently, her hand resting the table as she tapped her fingers lightly against he sturdy wood. The tapping was more to indicate the ring gracing her fourth digit. It was a soul gem capped band, with mystic engravings marking her a master instructor for the college. She wagered that'd get his attention, at-least well enough for him to accept her offer to sit with him. She still kept the pleasant smile on her face, though. Stance languid, even if she seemed perfectly attentive to the situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 01:51:56</strong>
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				(http://images.uesp.net/0/0e/Lore-race-Bosmer.png)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Briza, Open<br><br>Valen had&nbsp; just left the bar where he'd had his arm around a nord who was trying to drink a gauntlet full of the Hearth's strongest, to go off to a table and try and get through a bit of one of his books before things really got wild in the bar and the place would become too long. He'd only got through the first few pages of "The History of the Aldmeri Dominion" when he notice something change in the atmosphere of the tavern, something subtle. His attention was drawn to the approaching Dunmer right away, mer weren't altogether common in this establishment, and she was coming right toward him with hips swaying in a mesmerizing sort of way. She seemed vaguely familiar to him even before she spoke. <br><br><strong>"Ahhh, I know that feeling, miss! I wish it happened more often. It's a pleasure."</strong> He'd greet her cheerfully, while trying to place her face. He looked her over for a bit, and when he found himself glancing at her considerable cleavage he pulled his gaze away quickly. She did seem to have an air that demanded respect after all. After all these long weeks of working at the college he swore he was so much more scatterbrained- but he knew her!<br><br>When she asked him to sit down he'd smirk at her in a charming, maybe even slightly bashful way. Flattery did go far with him after all.&nbsp; <strong>"Of course, Id love some company.."</strong><br><br>It was when she put his focus on her ring that he'd blink a few times and slap his forehead. <strong>"Briza! I can't believe I didn't recognize you! It's been years!"</strong> his smile grew, he had a special love for running into old friends.&nbsp; <strong>"It's Valen, remember? Or have you simply been stringing me along as a joke?"</strong> he'd accuse with crossed arms <strong>"I honestly hope you forgot. I mean, since it's not every day your adolescent crush comes to flirt with you."</strong> He'd add in his signature straight forward manner. He laughed and took another drink from the mug beside him. Though he's&nbsp; intelligence, he was still was willing to say exactly what he was on his mind. <strong>"And... wow! You're only looking better than ever!"</strong><br><br><strong>"I hear you've become even more successful in Riften! Speaking of mer- it's always nice to see one of us get into high society!"</strong> He sighed and shook his head wistfully <strong>"Whats it been, five- six years now since we've been here at the same time? We've hardly had a chance to catch up. You know&nbsp; I'd still be terrible at fear spells if it weren't for you?"</strong><br><br>He waved his hand <strong>"Eck! Sorry! I'm talking your ear off aren't I?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 05:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/Elves%20Males/tumblr_m9uwmkE5eC1rnroato1_500_zpsc54a817f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sovelis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Winterhold: Gates, Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br>Sovelis walked through the sodden and tramped snow to the city gates, and looked up from his hood to the guards. <em>Oh, yes, they stand there as if immune to the cold, while the cloak I purchased barely banishes the chill.</em> He thought lowering the ebony gilded hood of the black fur cloak he was wearing, to reveal the red eyes all but glowing the dimming evening. This far up north full dark came fast, and the effect of his eyes set upon the guards gave a certain amusement to the assassin.<br><br>The wind blew his white hair about his face and neck, and a red jewel laced with yet more ebony hung from his neck. The guards had obviously seen Dunmer before, but he guessed someone like him walking through the snow was a little at odds with what they knew. Giving a subtle bow, that anyone that attended Morowinds court would know as an insult, he rose back to his full height and smiled, white teeth against his dark skin. <strong>"Would you Nords like my name and business, or can I pass?"</strong> He asked the question with amusement still in his voice, his passion wanting to take him directly to the College, but he knew better. <br><br>Sovelis had resolved to wait till morning when he decided to push on towards the city early that afternoon, and truthfully he was all too happy just to get out of the cold. He'd grown used to it enough by now, but even still days in the wilds after his hose stumbled down a cliff had not made him pleased with the time he made in getting here. The guards for their part stared for another second before welcoming him in, and it was what you could expect from Nords. <em>Hopefully those with knowledge of daedric artifacts will be Mer, and not man.</em> He thought, not with bitterness, but he knew that most men would not see him have the knowledge he sought.<br><br>He walked through the gates garnering stares, though enough Dunmer probably practiced magic at the College, few carried the kind of weapons and armor that Sovelis wore. The trappings of wealth on someone who had walked to the hold, and he wasn't about to tell them otherwise. His horse falling with him from that ridge was not something he wanted marring his reputation, and if anyone had seen it happen, they had best keep their mouths shut. Sovelis was all for amusement at others expense, he rarely felt the same way when he was the source of the amusement. <br><br>Sovelis made his way to what appeared to be a Tavern, and actually had to focus to read the sign worn from snowstorms. <em>Frozen hearth? I hope that's not literal.</em> His thoughts now were bitter as he swung open the door closing it behind him as to not let the chill in, if he disliked the whether, he could imagine how locals took to wasting a good fire. He was pleased to find the name but a play upon words as the hearth burned bright with warmth, and the heat of bodies clustered near started to thaw the chill from him.<br><br>His gaze swept the room, resting on the lady Dunmer a second as he placed where he'd seen her before. <em>Banished Lady Indoril. Well you seem to be doing better in Skyrim than in Morrowind.</em> He thought of her briefly, and wondered what she knew of him and whether she was a member of the College. Putting those thoughts from his mind he made his way to a table, people looking at the snow he left in his wake with some anger, but truthfully the sight of Lady Indoril had made him forget his manners, and he wasn't going to let it show, so he made of himself a rude and haughty man taking a seat away from the Nords, who seemed well enough interested in avoiding him. For now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 07:38:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CLUYpfJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Briza<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valen, Sovelis, Open<br>As the Bosmer began, Briza just let out a soft giggle between his words. She took a seat as he continued, after all she didn't get the chance to mingle with a mer everyday. It was always amusing how their kind tended to banter, but in truth she enjoyed to a certain degree. Her interest was finally peaked when he called out her name, however, and that set the Lady of Riften aback. Studying his features, it didn't take her long to match the then young elf to the handsome mer that now sat across from her. <br><br>Briza tangled a single finger through a loose strand of hair as he continued the idle flattery. Oh how she loved being complimented on her looks! Though when he mentioned her forgetting, it was everything she could do not to venture a blush. <strong>"Of course I haven't forgotten, dear. You were one of my favorite students back then. Always eager to learn, even if you were hard headed about it at times."</strong> She said with a giggle, then sent a few more coins to a barmaid that was passing by. <strong>"A couple more drinks. Oblivion, give a round to the bar on me. Just make sure it's black briar stock."</strong> She cooed to the barmaid, then brought her eyes back to the bosmer before her.<br><br><strong>"I don't know if you've had a chance to taste the new stock. I'm very fond of it. And please, go on; you aren't bothering me at all, handsome."</strong> Briza added with a coo, but that's when the door swung open to grab her attention. Crimson eyes followed the noise, and she started at the legs of a handsome dunmer. <em>Mmm, more eye candy.</em> She thought at first, but that was until her eyes traveled upward; and she began to notice the trappings of the Morag Tong. It was everything she could do not to display the red on her face, had they finally found her.<br><br>What's worse is Briza seen him looking her way, so quickly; but covertly, the dark elf turned to look back at the bosmer. <strong>"Some people. Walking in and tracking snow across such a fine oak floor."</strong> She huffed to cover her fear, which was something she was honestly very good at. <strong>"Anyhow, should we head to the college and get out of this scene. I have a few things I could still show you."</strong> She ventured suggestively, truthfully wanting to get away from the assassin that had just entered the room. While she wouldn't normally turn the handsome bosmer down, she usually made the men work at it a little harder.<br><br>Briza couldn't have herself seen as being afraid, though; and when she planned on possibly giving the mer a good time in the first place, what was the point in beating around the bush. One eye ventured back to the assassin then, studying him while seeming like she was simply surveying the bar. What was he doing here? She wouldn't be dragged back to morrowind, dead or alive. And despite it all, he couldn't touch her openly. Not here in skyrim, they didn't have the legal sanction they had back home. Those were the thoughts she comforted herself with, anyhow. 
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				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 08:49:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Briza, Sovelis, Open<br><br><strong>"Yes, I recall those days- I was the only Bosmer at the college who could be as stubborn and loud mouthed as a Nord."</strong> he joked, letting the nostalgia wash over him, easing him a little of his previous tensions.&nbsp; <strong>"I certainly didn't think I'd be allowed to work here. Lydia needed someone to teach conjuring while her other duties started getting in the way. Winterhold is growing, which is good and bad for the college- we've got more on our plate than ever before."</strong> he explained <strong>"I assume that's got something to do with why you're here, right?"</strong> he asked, as the bar maid passed them and Briza bought drinks.<br><br><strong>"Oh, I've tasted it. I'm here quite often. Most mages here drink black briar. You're thought of quite fondly. My family is down in southern Skyrim, you know. A couple of my siblings in Riften have jobs because of what you've done there. "</strong> he told her, having so much to say that he seemed to have to change topics at every other second. These words did come with an expression of sincere admiration to a woman who'd he'd seen achieve so much while he was just learning to be a proper mage. <br><br>She followed her eye-line to the other Dunmer <strong>"Huh. You ever wonder why these adventurer-types never look like they're having fun? Always so sullen and serious, right?"</strong> he asked casually, not knowing much of marrowind politics other than it seemed to him to be an ugly grayish-brown landscape groups fought desperately over. He'd heard of Morag Toog in passing, but would never be able to identify them. Sovelis looked to him to just be the type of mer he admired as a kid, who had the neatest weapons and armor, and were always off on a quest to fight some sort of monster or another. Adventuring. That was still a racket he wanted to toss his hat into. That sounded more interesting to him than teaching.<br><br>&nbsp;He found it odd she looked so ready to leave before they even got their round of drinks. He'd be distracted though by her particular wording, he hadn't had a guest in his bed for quite some time now.... He stood up with a grin, clearly ready to go right away. <strong>"A few things...? Oh. Well... I suppose I could always use more lessons from a former teacher."</strong> he flirted, taking her arm in his and escorting her towards the door like he imagined some rich Riften socialite might.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 12:57:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Varinka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Briza, Sovelis, Valen<br><br>It had been another busy day for her unit out in the province. Lots of walking and making sure the roads were kept safe. Despite it being a long day, it had been uneventful. The wind had picked up and the snow was falling relentless so even the bandits were in hiding. <br><br><strong>"I know this is good but I'd have liked to plant my sword in somebody's ribcage Alvor." <br>"You are a good fighter Varinka but you need to work on your temper and attitude." </strong><br><br>The young Nord said goodbye to her friend and then entered the Frozen Hearth, instantly making an impact on most of the male guests. Her revealing armour was part to blame, the other part was that visible skin was all wet from the snow. She shook out her short hair and looked around the inn.<br><br>Three elves on the bar. Damned elves. She sighed and walked up to the bar and sat next to Valen.<br><br><strong>"I'll have an ale."</strong> <br><br>The bartender knew her and handed her a bottle of ale she almost immediately downed in one go.<br><br><strong>"Make that two."</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 20:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/Elves%20Males/tumblr_m9uwmkE5eC1rnroato1_500_zpsc54a817f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sovelis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Winterhold: Gates, Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Briza, Valen, Varinka.<br>Sovelis sat down at the table, his eyes wandering over the gathered Nords, some did look at him with distaste, if not disgust, and to those he flashed his teeth against his dark skin, not quite a grin, but more a bearing of teeth. He settled in his chair losing the expression as more nords filed in from the cold, and his eyes settled on the barely clad woman, wet from the cold snow outside, and barely showing it. <em>It's almost as if these Nords mock me.</em> The thought wasn't bitter as it had been before, no this time he was amused by the young woman as his eyes ran over her glistening skin.<br><br>Once she was at the bar getting started on getting drunk, his eyes left from her form to settle back on Briza as she seemed to be getting up to leave. He raised an white brow at that, tilting his head in curiosity. As the Bosmer he hadn't bothered to notice until now took her arm in escort, both his brows raised, and he smiled a genuinely amused smile. <em>She recognized me? So, now is she fleeing me, or just ready to leave the smell of humans in a small space?</em> He questioned himself, and new only one way to find out. Such knowledge could be useful, and it would tell him much about the Mer.<br><br>Sovelis rose from his seat with all the predatory grace of his training, and walked halfway towards the Mer couple leaving the Tavern. <strong>"Lady Indoril, I hope to see you soon. With the permission of you College, we should be able to speak tomorrow on matters you found quite interesting in our mutual homeland."</strong> His voice carrying the High Courts of Morrowind, despite having been born a commoner, and he gave a slight bow to the Dunmer, before backing from er way to allow her passage. <br><br>This made quite the scene, but he didn't care over much, it would be worth it to see what she'd do, how she'd react. If she feared him, as many did, would she attack him? It was something he wondered, and he'd made sure to give no reason, his hand wasn't even on the sword at his hip where he'd usually rest it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 22:39:23</strong>
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				Briza was delighted when Valen accepted her offer, and of course the Bosmer knew how to word it just right. She extended her arm for him, and leaned against the mage with her hip brushing his. She knew the lovers stone often increased her sexual energies, so despite how intelligent the man obviously was, he was likely being distracted by that more then a bit. She didn't mind, though; she was just glad to have picked up a handsome date to drag her away from the assassin that lurked nearby. A light giggle escaped her lips as they began to venture through the door, but the shadowed movement of sovelis blocked their path. <br><br>Briza felt her body tense at his sight, and after another look over she placed his face. This was certainly someone she didn't want on her tail! <em>They sent HIM after me?</em> She questioned herself, the fingers of her free hand tensing for a ward spell if he chose to lunge forward. She wasn't sure it'd do any good from the rumors of his infamous blade, but she knew it'd even slow that down. The assassin's words surprised her, though; speaking about discussing a topic she studied back home in morrowind? Something was off; her specialty was daedric artifacts....<br><br>In fact, daedric artifacts were perhaps the only reason Briza knew what she did of Enchanting. <strong>"Sovelis? I didn't recognize you in such fine garb."</strong> She mentioned casually, though it would be obvious at this point she was wary of the mer. <strong>"If you want to talk about <em>that</em> then you'll have to request it from the Grand Conjurer. I'm already quite busy with a task from the college."</strong> She explained, now not so certain he was here to kill her. Even if he wasn't, however; it wouldn't take much convincing for him to want the job. She'd evaded her homeland's assassin for nearly fifty years now. She doubted they were taking it well. <br><br>Looking away form the dunmer now, Briza glanced back to Valen. <strong>"Though I believe my colleague and I had important matters to discuss. So tomorrow, maybe."</strong> She finished, and pulled Valen on out the door as Sovelis cleared the path. <em>By Azura's star, what is he doing here?</em> She wondered some more inwardly, but now they were outside; and the chill wind set across her scantily clad form. The Dark Elf felt a shiver run up her spine then, and did well not to keep her teeth from chattering. She looked to Valen again as they continued their path, now feeling bad for not cluing him him. <br><br><strong>"Apologies for the drama inside, Valen. As you can guess, that man's from my homeland. We weren't exactly allies back then."</strong> Briza explained what she was willing to, but her solemn expression quickly changed to a coyly lit smile. <strong>"I was serious about that lesson, though. Fear spells are but the beginning of Illusion, and as the former master instructor, I'd be happy to show you the more intricate uses that school of magic holds."</strong> She giggled at the end of the wording, and found her pink tongue trailing lightly over the edge of her lips before she looked up to the bridge that led to the college. Oh, this would not disappoint.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 03:43:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth, Outside the Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Briza, Sovelis, Varinka, Open<br><br>As he got up he noticed Varinka enter. He'd seen her around the city before- she was hard to miss. They must have at least met once or twice before, he'd seen her in the hearth before, but couldn't recall ever much of a conversation between them. He had the feeling she was giving them a dirty look before she sat down to drink. Even around the college where people were a little more accepting than other parts of Skyrim, there'd be people who looked that way at the mer. He rolled his eyes at her. He did have to admit she was good at putting down a drink though.<br><br>Between this little incident and being distraction by the lovely lady on his arm, he was surprised to suddenly see Sovelis very suddenly approaching Briza. There was a sudden uncomfortable eeriness around them.&nbsp; Their conversation was even worse. He felt there was an almost taunting sound to his wording and he'd at least try and give him he impression he didn't like how he spoke to his friend. There was no real reason to make things uncivil though, so he waited for the short conversation to end and sent a nod his way as he was pretty quickly pulled out the front door after that. He did imediatly get the impression there was something he wasn't quite in the loop about.<br><br>The darkness was starting to eclipse the sky when they left, some stars already visible. <strong>"Oh, yes, I could tell it was something of that sort. You're alright then?"</strong> he asked. Briza was good at hiding her worry but Valen has some skill at picking up on her tells, she was at least a bit more shaken then she let on. <strong>"Oh, I've learned a bit since you've last seen me, but I'm always fascinated by the prospect of learning from an experienced expert..."</strong> he flirted right back. He was liking the way she was teasing him, wondering where exactly the two of them would end up as they crossed that old stone bridge
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 11:31:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CLUYpfJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Briza<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valen<br><br>Briza smiled reluctantly when Valen asked if she was okay. Truth be told, she was scared out of her mind. What was this assassin doing here? If it wasn't to kill her, then what other aims did the mer have? Though when the handsome Bosmer mentioned he'd learned a few things over the years, she couldn't help but take her mind off of it to giggle. Softly, she bumped the woodelf with her revealed hip as they walked. <strong>"Well, I have to say; I'm eager to see what you have learned."</strong> She leaned to husk in his ear, her words but a subtle whisper when compared to the fierce wind that rushed across the mountains. <br><br>The cold had the Dark Elf's nipples stiffening against her gown, and much to her discredit it showed under the pale moonlight as they ventured across the old stone bridge. Briza realized it, but was content to let it show as she leaned more against the mer that held her; content to let him lead as they ventured into the college's courtyard. She'd forgotten how beautiful the pine trees were when sat in the backdrop of the cold, and that sight brought a light of nostalgia to her eyes as the red sparks glimmered in the night. She was starting to really enjoy herself on this walk, something she hadn't been able to say since her first stroll with Ryst among the Riften streets. <br><br>The thought had an even more genuine smile playing across the dark elf's luscious red lips, and her head even ventured to lean upon the bosmer's shoulder. It was a rare show of trust for Briza, and she wasn't sure if it was the fear playing or the fact that this was an old acquaintance of her's. It really mattered little as they traveled further in, and she once again took in the college under the night's sky. For some reason it always appeared more appealing with it's towering spires cloaked with the night's sky. It was a sight that further excited her, and the smile was now quite genuine as they continued their path. <br><br>Soon it led the two through the magically sealed gates, one that they the two of them were already allowed through. They had both proven their Magicka, even if it had been some time ago. The halls were rather empty as they traveled through them, and only then did the thought cross her mind. <strong>"Umm, it seems I don't have a room here anymore. I remember giving it over to the new master instructor for illusion when I took up residence in Riften... Are we heading to your room?"</strong> She asked more to know the plan then anything else. It was still something strange for her, venturing to another's chamber's rather then her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 13:11:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Varinka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sovelis<br><br>Halfway down the second drink, two of the three elves at the bar left and the third made a rather big show of it. Why can't they just be normal like us? They are in our lands now, they should adapt to us. Silly creatures.<br><br><strong>"Did she reject you?"</strong><br><br>I turn to the rather large elf and give him a friendly smile.<br><br><strong>"Snotty little elf. I'm sure a fine gentleman as yourself can get better. Can I get you a drink?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 20:42:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/Elves%20Males/tumblr_m9uwmkE5eC1rnroato1_500_zpsc54a817f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sovelis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Winterhold: Gates, Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Varinka.<br>Sovelis was smiling as the Bosmer and Briza left the hearth, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. Oh, he'd settled some of his curiosity, and indeed she was scared of him. <em>They must have sent the Morag Tong after her. She certainly recognized me, at least after a moment.</em> He thought wryly, before the Nord woman at the bar spoke to him, and he turned slowly to look her over at a closer angle. Though as her words registered in his mind he threw his head back laughed. The musical sound causing the room to go quiet. <br><br>When he was done, he was shaking his head as he made his way to her side. His eyes running over the drying skin of her shoulders and mostly bare back with more than idle interest <strong>"Rejected? Yes, I believe you're correct."</strong> He told her with that same musical tone of amusement as he took a seat next to her at the bar, bringing his crimson gaze to her eyes. <strong>"I don't see a reason not t accept your offer, so yes I'll take a drink."</strong> He told her, his red eyes focused on hers even as his grin held. He was certain it was a little unnerving, but this Nord had courage, what with engaging an unknown Dunmer in conversation.<br><br>He noticed some of the other Nords looking her incredulously, as if she'd grown a second head at her offer to sit with him. If Sovelis wasn't mistaken, she was flirting with him, if only just mildly, and some patrons of the tavern were none to happy about it. He hadn't gotten a good gauge of Nord beauty, but by his own estimates she was quite attractive, if very other. Though, he guessed he was the other in these lands, and he might be here a while, so he might as well get used to the idea. <br><br><strong>"The cold doesn't bother you at all, does it?"</strong> He asked her after a few seconds of taking her measure, his gaze sliding over her bare skin which was still glistening in places. Despite his reserve about humans in general he found his mind going over things to do to the wet skin of his woman. <strong>"I'm Sovelis, and I appreciate the vote of confidence."</strong> He finally replied to her statement that he could do better than Briza, even though in their homeland their weren't many better. At least before her exile from Morrwind, their weren't many better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 01:53:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Location:</strong> College entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Briza<br><br>He'd have never thought one his favorite teachers- someone who was at the college when he first arrived- would be this good at seduction. He didn't need much coaxing, of course, but she sure knew how to&nbsp; excite him! That way she spoke, it'd echo beautifully in his ears as he had to try his best not to let his smile get wo wide he looked goofy.<br><br>As they approached the college the last few minutes worth of sun shone along the shore that was speckled with ice out into the far distance. He realized there was a romantic feel about this, and it came quick too, it was only moments ago they recognized each other. Valen never considered himself a romantic really, he enjoyed ladies company, but had often been pulled away from lovers by the allure of new knowledge hidden in some other far-off corner. Again, he had o remember that it'd been some time since he got to have a nice little moment like this, and the natural beauty of the hold adding to the ambiance as they walked. It was a cute coyness they'd share as they entered, both with at least a vague knowledge of the sort of thing to come.<br><br>When she leaned her head against his shoulder his arm moved to squeeze her by the waist a little, pulling her quite close.&nbsp; He leaned his head towards hers slightly, lvoing this closeness. Feeling each others warmth in the cold was a joy people learned to appreciate deeply in Skyrim, for more reasons than just the relief it brings. He felt something against him despite the clothes unfortunately still between them. It was only then he noticed her nipples, he had already had to force himself not to look when it was just her hefty blue-gray chest alone. He quite clearly looked - to his own discredit.<br><br>Things seemed to become much more real when it came to the matter of discussing where they'd bring this.&nbsp; It did get him a little nervous, but he'd hide that as best he could. <strong>" My room should do fine."</strong> he answered happily, having a nice room of his own-&nbsp; bigger than the students quarters, but not as large as what she'd be used to as a master instructor. He was glad in moments like this that he kept the place fairly neat and tidy. He looked around the circular courtyard between all the colleges huge doors. They were all alone right now- hopefully they wouldn't bump into too many of the way. <strong>"I hope you're excited as I am... Instructor Briza."</strong><br><br>He'd lead her into the tower which held his room, now able to hear the bustle of some mages here and there, he couldn';t help but rush at this point, not running, but picking up the pace playfully as they got to his second floor room, where he'd open the door or her.<br><br>The room was filled with all sorts of books and scrolls and artifacts and soul gems on book shelves, organized fairly well. It wasn't too unique for an instructor. He did have two small shrines on his dresser though. One to Talos right beside one to Y'ffre, the favored old deity of the Bosmer, the god of song and forest- it just went to demonstrate the mer was of two worlds, and loved both..&nbsp; He very proudly had the books he'd written on display. That seemed a bit embarrassing now.<br><br><strong>"I hope you find this acceptable. I didn't expect company tonight, after all. I would have got wine."</strong> He leaned in close to her as he closed the door behind them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 12:43:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Varinka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sovelis<br><br><strong>"Give the elf an ale Joral."</strong> <br><br>Varinka told the bartender and gave him a gold coin. There was something mysterious about this elf, something dark but she couldn't quite tell what it was. Although she was quite happy with her life, she always felt something was missing and she was desperate to leave the province and see the rest of Skyrim. Climb the mountains, see the capital, camp in the marshes. Maybe eventually get out of Skyrim and explore the rest of Tamriel. The Imperial City is said to be amazing and Varinka really wanted to go there once. Maybe this elf was her ticket out of Winterhold.<br><br><strong>"I'm a Nord. If the cold would bother me, I'd be an Imperial."</strong> <br><br>She shrugged as she said it and raised her mug to the elf. His glare was a little unnerving but she had her sword on her back so the moment he'd make an attempt to kill her, not only would she fight back, the entire bar would go after him and it certainly wouldn't help the rest of the Elves living in Skyrim. He looked smarter than that so despite his smile, Varinka wasn't too worried.<br><br><strong>"So tell me, what brings you to the frozen North? I can't be leisure."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 18:37:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/Elves%20Males/tumblr_m9uwmkE5eC1rnroato1_500_zpsc54a817f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sovelis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Winterhold: Gates, Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Varinka.<br>Sovelis's amusement would know no bounds this evening, as the Nord ordered his drink for him, but it wasn't as if it mattered. This Tavern wouldn't have what he really wanted anyway, and it seemed she was interesting enough to talk to for the night. That was all he felt he'd have to pass, in the morning he'd negotiate with the College, and he hoped to get some answers from those talks. He felt the corners of his mouth tug into a grin once more as she spoke of being a nord, but he'd noticed that not a single other Nord had dressed in as little as she did in this whether. <br><br>Perhaps they were simply more modest than she was, but he had a feeling that probably wasn't entirely the case. After all you didn't hear about Nordic modesty throughout Tamriel, no their steel was far more renowned. His eyes continued to roam over the bits of flesh exposed to the elements, her skin still drying from her trip in the cold, when her next question caused him laugh once more. <strong>"Leisure? No."</strong> He answered halfway to her question, taking the drink the barkeep set before him maybe a little too roughly.<br><br>Sovelis took a drink, not really seeming to taste it, or seem overly affected by the ale, before he paused and a more serious expression came over his dark features. <strong>"It's not business either..."</strong> He trailed off to look her in the eyes once more, and a smirk took over his lips. <strong>"Though you're quite hospitable, I don't even know your name; and for more information on that subject; a name will be required."</strong> He told her as he took another drink, wondering how far this Nord woman's curiosity would take her, and thinking of whether she spoke to him in a sort of secret curiosity to begin with. Perhaps she was secretly a xenophile, interested in elves even as she made the talk all Nords make of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 20:54:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Varinka<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sovelis<br><br>Okay so maybe this elf was interesting and a little less savage and arogant as most of them. She could definately see him checking her out but in all honesty, she didn't really mind that. For an elf he was attractive and she knew she was attractive as well. <br><br>"My name is Varinka, from the Snowdancer clan in the far east of the province. I work for the Jarl's army. You know, keep the roads safe, clear out the bandits, stuff like that." <br><br>She took another big gulch of the ale and looked back at Sovelis. <br><br>"So... no leisure or business... family?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eternal Blade</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 00:37:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/Elves%20Males/tumblr_m9uwmkE5eC1rnroato1_500_zpsc54a817f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sovelis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Winterhold: Gates, Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Varinka.<br>Sovelis gave her a smile that was a lot like the cat who ate the canary, not only had she given her name but details of her life. <em>She must be young by her peoples standards."</em> He thought mldly as his eyes continued to dance over the skin she left bare to the cold of the north, and finally came to rest at her throat as she swallowed the ale she was drinking. He was so intent on that sight that he was actually surprised by her next question. For the first time he gave her a look not so dissimilar to how many people were staring at them, before he burst into another laugh shaking his head.<br><br><strong>"Family? No, but that's a story in and of itself."</strong> He told her, his smile returned as he remembered his homeland where family mattered so very much, and everyone knew just by looking at him that he was likely some whores unwanted get. He finally calmed down enough to remember he'd made a deal to reveal more about the reason he was here if she gave her name, and while the amusement was still there, he had a more serious look on his features. <strong>"I'm actually here seeking knowledge, the kind that will allow me to make an informed decision regarding an old contract I made and thought complete."</strong> Sovelis frowned at his own explanation, it certainly made it sound like business, but that wasn't it he wouldn't be able to bargain with Dagon about the dagger a second time, not in the usual fashion. <br><br><strong>"If I find that I was cheated, I'll want revenge, after all I paid dearly in the that contract, and I didn't seem to get what I paid for."</strong> He further explained, and to his ears at least that made it a satisfactory explanation, though to hers it might be too far dissembled. His amusement came back, as he gave her another smile. <strong>"That was why i approached Briza, the other Dunmer that rejected me, as you put you. She was well known as a researcher of relics in our mutual homeland, though truthfully I had planned to just approached the college, and seeing as she didn't see fit to see me outside of her work, I'll have to go through the appropriate channels."</strong> He concluded the explanation, looking her in the eyes to gauge her understanding of what he'd said.<br><br>Sovelis doubted she'd discern the full details of what he was after, but she might very well get the gist that he was talking about a magical item. He wondered what he dreams were, and why she hadn't already sought them out. She eeemed capable enough to his eyes, so was it a lack of ambition, or an attachment to the familiar that held her back from whatever it is she wanted. Then maybe he was reflecting upon her, and she was quite content where she was. <strong>"So, are you happy with you job as a foot soldier? Working for the Jarl, clearing the roads of rabble, stuff like that."</strong> He asked lightly, but his gaze held her with his own peaked curiosity. He was only burning away the night until he could get into the the College, but he was always naturally inquisitive, and speaking to her had managed to give rise to that side of him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 07:43:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CLUYpfJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Briza<br><strong>Location:</strong> The College of Winterhold<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valen<br><br>Brizza let out a seductive giggle as she noticed Valen's excitement rising. Oh how she loved that feeling, and the college's timeless feel only enhanced the enhanced it! When he began to speed up the pace, she grinned and began to follow along, her hips betraying how eager she was as they swayed proactively during her skip. She had to grin at how he called her instructor Briza; it did bring back many fantasies she'd had during her time as an instructor here. She didn't answer his question, though; just bit her lip coyly to keep him in wonder. <br><br>As they entered Valen's room, Briza browsed it a bit. The books on the wall did catch her interest, and she couldn't help but smile while thinking of her own piece about Daedric artifacts that was framed one the wall of her home back in Riften. She giggled when he mentioned not having planned for the occasion, and shook her head lightly. <strong>"Dearie, if we planned it then it wouldn't have been any fun. Spontaneity is what makes these encounters so worth while."</strong> She spoke with an enchanting voice, her fingers raising to stroke his angular chin in a playful manner. <br><br><strong>"Though I do believe we have a lesson planned, at-least; And those <em>can</em> be fun if you perform them appropriately. Illusion is a fickle mistress, and one has to know the right way to rub her if they want their desired effect."</strong> Briza cooed as her fingers left his chin, and she spun 'round to sway across to the other side of the room. She turned to face him when she reached the wall; putting her back to it as a mischievously smile graced her luscious lips. She then straightened her back as she let her hands rise, and her slender fingers began working their motions in the air. <strong>"Mirror me now, oh Mother of Soul!"</strong> She called out in a lustful tone.<br><br>Briza's form shimmered at the words, and before Valen's eyes her body seemed to split. One moment she stood, the next two stood beside her, and two others at either side of him. The two copies by his sides brushed their fingers across his cheeks in the same manner she'd touched his chin, their fingers oh so real against his pale skin. <strong>"Just as a mirror can fool someone, so too can an illusion be real. Can you sense it?"</strong> All five Briza's asked in Unison, the two beside her beginning to sway his way while she stood with her body straight, fingers coming up to loosen the straps of her gown so that it dropped; pooling beneath her feet to reveal the full greyish ebony of her skin.<br><br>Briza's body, now revealed, was shining in the moonlight that poured in from the window behind her. From the soft pink of her nipples, to the sheer of her lips; it all shone. She sauntered forward then, trailing just behind that two copies that caressed his arms as they reached him. She came between the two shortly afterwards, and leaned forward to press her lips against his. <strong>"Oh this lesson is just starting."</strong> She teased, mouth moving against his as the copies continued their pursuit over his body. Her tongue brushed his lips for entrance then, before she planted a full on kiss to those paler lips; enjoying the contrast of skins between them as she pressed her body tight against his own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snark</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 00:37:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Valen<br><strong>Location:</strong> College of Winterhold<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Briza<br><br>He watched her smiling and giggling and there was just something so fun and youthful about lustfully dashing back to a bedroom. He remembered a couple lovely instances like this that occurred when he was a student. <strong>"Spontaneous... Yes. I suppose I never would have guessed waking up this morning that the two of us would have ended up here. Like this. Nothing better than these little surprises." </strong>&nbsp; The way she stroked his chin alone had him just melting. He moved into her playful touch.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Oh, yes, the lesson. I was curious as to what you wanted to teach me. Since our last lesson had been so long ago and all."</strong> The innuendo was clearer than ever in her speech. He had goosebumps as he gazed a bit dreamily into her deep red eyes. As she began to work a spell he didn't recognize his curiosity was peaked.<br><br>His jaw nearly dropped at the power which she could so easily display. Any good Mage with knowledge of Illusion could make a cheap imitation of themselves, very temporarily- this was something that showed how she earned her master status. He'd never experienced an illusion that felt so real! Those grey fingers across his light skin, how could this not be real?! And they all looked like absolute perfect copies of Brizia! Not to mentioned he'd never seen a mage capable of making four copies at once. Clearly, she did have much she could teach him.&nbsp; <strong>"I most certainly can feel it. This is incredible! I&nbsp; knew you were good, but I haven't seen this before..."</strong> his scholarly interest almost took over for a second before&nbsp; he saw that robe fall and all those old fantasies came flooding back.&nbsp; He'd imagined this happening more than once but this definitely surpassed any expectations. Even under his clothes one could spot the effect this had over him. He starred lustfully while starting to get his robe off. <br><br>As she approached he'd eye her up and down trying to soak in the entire image. She put her lips to his, while her copies caressed him, and he put his arms around her naked back, feeling the bare skin felt wonderful- he had an almost electric sensation whenever they'd touch. When she spoke again he quickly finished undressing, his robe having been halfway off, only exposing his lithe and athletic Bosmer torso, but now he stood in front of his former teacher completely naked, , his cock standing at attention already. <strong>"I would hope so."</strong> he'd answer cheerfully. When her tongue moved over his lips he'd quickly meet it with his own, his tongue playfully flicked against hers before he'd kiss her deeply, allowing her tongue the access it seemed to be asking for. He was kissing her passionate and suddenly. One of his hands would be moving through her dark hair gently while his other slowly moved up her thigh, eventually giving her ass a squeeze.<br><br>He hoped his own magic didn't seem amateur to someone of her power, but he'd try his luck anyhow. His ability with elemental powers allowed his fingertips to exude a strong warm sensation as they passed over her flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 12:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CLUYpfJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Briza<br><strong>Location:</strong> The College of Winterhold: Valen's chambers<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valen, Closed<br><hr>Briza gasped into the kiss as she pressed her body hard into Valen's, fingers joining with the copies now as they tangled into his hair. She tickled his scalp lovingly before those hands traced down his now bare back, she firm muscles beneath her fingers exciting a rise to her nipples. The erect buds pressed into his chest then, and her nails came down his back with a soft rake. Red marks would follow, not enough to truly hurt; but more then enough to excite the student more. Her lips broke from his then as the copies moved to kiss the little scratches she'd left, and her face leaned forward to lick his neck.<br><br><strong>"Oh, Valen; don't hope. Expect, I'll show you more then you could imagine."</strong> She whispered lustfully into his ear before a heady gasp came from those dusky lips. The heated fingers on her back and bottom had an excitement building in her. The elemental usage was surprising, she hadn't expected him to be so creative with his touch. <strong>"Oh, keep it up, love. I like that touch."</strong> She husked, nipping his ear before her own fingers traced down his sides to knead into his hips. Her fingers caressed them lightly as she dropped to her knees, devious red eyes coming up to meet his own. <br><br>Briza's fingers left Valen's hips then to caress over his cock, grasping the erection in her hands as her tongue lashed out over the head. She purred at the taste, and a smile fully crossed those luscious lips. <strong>"Mmm, does all of you taste this good?"</strong> She teased before the tongue crossed his head again, and without warning she wrapped those lips around his stiff member. She pushed him halfway in her mouth then, taking one hand from the base to replace it on his hips to steady him. The copies were busy at work too, kissing his neck, trailing their hands over his chest, and licking his ear. <br><br>The taste of cock in her mouth was something Briza hadn't experienced in some years. She was more into women these days, but after so long; well a man was nice. She pushed her lips further over his girth then, engulfing it with a hunger as she let the bulbous tip flood her throat. The constricting passage convulsed over the length for a moment before she adjusted, then she slid down the rest of he way where her tongue pierced out to lick the base her lips were now touching. That tip caressed his balls then, her eyes coming up to stare him in the eyes as her long nails trailed down his thighs, digging into them lightly before her head began to bob back and forth over his stiff member. <br><br>Briza was mad with hunger now, fiercely pleasing his cock as the copies continued to caress him. Their hands stroking his sides, one even leaning down to lick at his balls as the true form sucked him. It wouldn't feel quite like a normal tongue over his scrotum, but enough like one when the true form was delivering her best on his thick member. Her mouth massaged him with a quiver, eyes on his still before a single hand dropped to caress one of her large breast. It soon slid down after stroking her own nipple to disappear between her thighs, curling into her nether regions which excited a moan around his stiff and eager cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>23-09-2013, 02:51:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Winterhold Gates, The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Gormr cast a baleful glance at the back of Brandr's head as the Nord trudged behind the wagon along the snow encrusted road. He was tired more than anything else, resenting the fact that he was not permitted to ride the final few miles on the back of one of the two wagons Brandr had in his caravan. The Jarl's men patrolled the roads well, and he saw no further need to be walking in preparation to defend the caravan. Still, he couldn't complain to greatly. His pay was on the light side, but then they fed him and made sure that there was a roof over his head any time Brandr and Elina stayed in civilised comfort. Plus, they helped him get to where he was wanting to go, so it worked out reasonably well.<br><br>Except for the walking. But even that kept him warm so there really wasn't much to complain about.<br><br>They passed the gates, which were built somewhat recently going from his Da's tales of the place, as well as having grown as well. It was barely a village from what he Da told him of when the Dovahkiin had roamed Skyrim, but it was looking more like the town it claimed to be. He was too busy looking around that he didn't notice that the wagons had stopped. He managed to pull himself up in time not to walk into the back of the partially laden wagon. He took a deep breath, and moved around to where the 'caravan master' was perched on his seat.<br><br>"Well, Gormr, here we are at last. Thank you for your service in keep the perils at bay."<br><br>"With the exception of those scrawny wolves, it was nothing. The Nine looked kindly on us."<br><br>"Indeed they did." The heavy set man clambered down from the wagon, grunting as his legs took his full weight. He fished around in his purse and pulled out a small pile of coins. He quickly counted then, added two more and handed them over to Gormr. "Here is what you are owed, plus a little more for being a polite soul about walking.<br><br>Gormr smiled, feeling the extra weight in his hand from the added coins. He was still frustrated at walking the last few miles, but the coins made the frustration less. "May the Nine grant you the same good fortune on your journey home." Without wasting anymore time, he headed into what he hoped was the warmth of the <em>Frozen Hearth</em>.<br><br>He was greeted with warmth, the smell of smoke, ale, food and bodies. Most of the snow and slush were left outside the front door, but some was still clinging to his boots and would only part company when it had melted from the leather. He adjusted the sit of his bow at his back, and threaded his way through the crowd until he reached the bar.<br><br>"Ale." He placed the coins on the bar, his hand resting on them until the tankard was delivered. He trusted the staff, but the clients were a different matter. He took a pull of the liquid, letting it 'cut the dust' as he remembered on Cyrodil man call the first taste, then proceeded to gaze about the room, letting his curiosity get slaked like his thirst was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2013, 05:08:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Spotting Gormr<br><br><hr>The Frozen Hearth was like every other Inn in Skyrim she had visited so far; a wide open room with a giant fire boiling in the center, encased by a stone pit. Over this was a large, charred wooden beam that occasionally suspended roped meats keeping warm for paying customers, or herbs being dried and smoked. Wooden tables in the customary community style nestled against the walls for those who wished to have their meal, and decorations ranged from animal heads mounted to the walls, to hides under feet and potted Snow Berries that populated this part of the land. There was also the bar that the inn keeper leaned against, watching the patrons with a lazy contentment that indicated a steady night and a comfortable lining of septims in his pockets.<br><br>Asaria sat alone in a table not far from the door, content with the sounds of normal people around her; laughing, arguing, gossiping about the mage’s college or sharing the exploits of their latest fishing trip. Nearly a hundred years ago half the city had vanished from unknown and questionable means, now it was starting to thrive again, despite the rumors that were drifting from mouth to mouth. She had the means to stay elsewhere with more comfortable accommodations, but the inns where the locals frequented were her best chances of overhearing what she never stopped looking for; any mention of the Dawnguard or vampires and where she might find either.<br><br>She busied her hands with a metal tool fastened of steel, delicately scraping into a chunk of ivory as large as her thumb-nail. It started as a shapeless chunk, but slowly and with deliberate care, the vampire was turning it into a focal point for a broach she was working on. The white face of a wolf howling at an unseen moon was detailed and realistic, down to the hairs of his muzzle. A mage by the name of Rolus Guff had made the inquiry for such a piece; she would collect a fair amount of coin in exchange, allowing her to continue her search for information with a library of knowledge at her disposal. She just might find peace in this routine, should the results stay in her favor.<br><br>The chill of the evening burst through the room as the door opened, revealing a Nord who looked the very definition of gruff. She watched him from the corner of her eye as he made his way towards the bar and ordered a drink, finding the urge to satiate that particular need herself, only in a completely different way. The last time she fed was… days ago, on a surviving bandit who tried to cut her down in order to see how many septims she carried in her purse while she was traveling to the city of Winterhold. She could manage to last longer, but her jaw ached with the need to <em>bite</em> into something as soft as the flesh she was now watching. Even her fangs throbbed, reminding her constantly of what she was and what she wanted to do. While it was possible to feed on those sleeping without getting caught or the victim noticing, she didn’t wish to risk the chances and spreading awareness of a vampire lurking in their midst.<br><br>So she clenched her jaw tight, holding it until the muscles and bones ached and throbbed, giving Asaria something else to focus on. If she had to satiate the urge to feed she would do so on the throats of wanted men who were destined to die anyway, not on those she was currently surrounded by. She just hoped to stay so lucky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 02:38:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao, Open<br><br>While Gormr didn't have any sixth sense, or other means of alerting him to potential trouble, he was skilled in knowing his surrounds. When he saw the woman at the far end of the room looking his way for a little longer than she had for anyone else, he immediately took note of her. He saw she was well dressed, but not in any fashion that he was familiar with, but then all manner of strangers obviously came to Winterhold because of the College. He could tell she was fidgeting with something, but the distance and the lighting made it impossible for him to tell exactly what.<br><br>The more he looked at her, the more intrigued he was with her. The way she looked at him was different, giving him a slight shiver as if he was being watched by a sabre cat or a scrawny bear. He shrugged off the feeling, annoyed with himself more than anything else. There was nothing wrong with a woman looking at him with a certain hunger in her eyes. Those women made for good sport in bed, which was always more preferable to those who just laid back and did little. He felt he could use some good company, even just someone to talk to.<br><br>He drained his tankard, got a refill, and threaded his way over to where the woman was sitting. As he closed, he saw that she was carving something from a light coloured material. Her handy work was precise, and the closer he got, the more impressed he was with her skill with the sharp implement. He had the greatest admiration for an artist of any fashion, and this sole sample of her work was elevating her rapidly.<br><br>He eased himself into the empty place opposite her, giving her a nod in greeting before he took a sip from his tankard. His attention was drawn to the work taking place in her hands, which also gave him a brief view of her artfully shown cleavage. He saw she was carving something based around a wolf's head and the detail that he saw was impressive. If he saw the true detail, he would have been stunned.<br><br>His eyes shifted up to hers, trying to read her thoughts through the supposed portals to her soul, but got caught up in the mix of shades and patterns instead. He gave her a slight smile while he took another pull from his drink.<br><br>"Sorry for staring. Well, not really, but you are a very interesting sight after a long time looking at little more than snow for the past few weeks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 08:29:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gormr, Open<br><br><hr><br>The wolf crafted between her slender fingers seemed to have turned its own head with a will of its own; in reality Asaria has simply shifted her wrist with a graceful gesture, allowing the light of the fire to gleam against ivory and provide her with better lighting on the surface she turned her attention to next. Everything about the woman was regal and elegant, yet she could feel her heart frantically throbbing in her chest, thrilled and excited about the approach of the stranger. Was he being lured towards her by some untapped powers her contaminated blood possessed? Had he simply caught her eye and assumed her to be an overpriced harlot who looked the part but held no more enthusiasm than a doll stuffed with straw? Or was it far more simple than that; she possessed one of the least populated tables available in the tavern, and a good position by the fire?<br><br>He sat, he drank, he spoke.<br><br>“An interesting sight?” a fine, dark brow lifted in question, yet the vampire never took her amused eyes off of her work. Even for a vampire, she needed to take delicate care when working around the eyes of her carving’s face. “My my, is that a nord-man’s attempt at flattery? Or are you simply a stranger who might have had one too many to drink, and hoped to test your mettle against the glittering spider in the corner?” Her carving rotated in her hand, giving her access to the opposite side of her howling wolf’s face. <br><br>Thin spiraling coils of ivory fell to the wood surface of the table, next to a class of wine Asaria was sipping from. After her hand brushed the excess to the floor, she finally lifted her eyes –were they a shade of blue so dark they were nearly black?- to Gormr and offered him a soft smile. “Travelled far, have you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 04:42:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao, Open<br><br>The woman simply arched one of her fine brows, her attention more directed at the artwork in her hands rather than allow herself to be distracted. He felt mildly pissed at the lack of courtesy from her, but then he remembered the artwork in her hands, and the obvious attention it deserved to ensure that she didn't mar her work. He knew his opening words were not the best either, so his initial reactions were tempered a little by the thoughts.<br><br><em>“An interesting sight?”</em><br><br>Her voice had a quality to it that set it apart from others the same way her appearance did. Further, Gormr felt that the same quality of her voice matched her appearance perfectly. But there was something in her voice that reinforced the feeling that she was someone who went for what she wanted, rather than waiting for it to arrive, like a hunter went after game.<br><br><em> “My my, is that a nord-man’s attempt at flattery? Or are you simply a stranger who might have had one too many to drink, and hoped to test your mettle against the glittering spider in the corner?”</em><br><br>Gormr laughed heartily at her words, as they also helped him release some carry over tension from his travels. He took the time to look her over properly, admiring her as he did so. She was good looking, and there was definitely something to her that made her different to everyone else.<br><br>"Spiders I have seen a plenty, and not one of them looked even close to how you do. I have yet to have too much to drink, as I have only arrived here. But a Nord-man's flattery... this man's flattery at least. I'd rather those words from you than a slap to the face, or worse." He chuckled and took a sip from the tankard to wet his lips and tongue more than anything else. He raised his head, and look at her eyes as they focused on her artwork. "But, in all honesty, now that I am closer, you are far more than just an interesting sight. I'll be bold enough to say you're a striking woman, far outclassing anyone else in this place." He pointed about using his tankard.<br><br>Gormr watched the fine looking hand sweep the pale, incredibly fine shavings from the table top, then looked at the wolf's head. His eyes widened slightly as he viewed the great detail she had managed with the fine tips knife in her other hand. Almost reluctantly, he returned his gaze to the deep blue of her eyes, the shade of dusk as the sun's touch fully left the sky. His own lighter shade returned the compliment as they bordered on staring at each other. The smile of hers brought a warmth to her face he didn't notice was lacking until the smile appeared.<br><br><em>“Travelled far, have you?”</em><br><br>"Indeed I have, all of it on my own feet while my <em>companions</em> sat in wagons all the way from Whiterun to here. Fortunately, it was a quiet trip and little need for me to use the skills I had been paid to supply. The Nine were kind to me in that respect. As I said, you are a fairer sight to look on than endless field of snow and trees." Gormr took another pull from the tankard, this time letting the liquid settle in his stomach to help spread some more warmth through his body. He put the tankard down, narrowing his eyes slightly as a thoughtful look crossed his face.<br><br>"It is easy to tell you're not a local, so you've travelled to get here too. And with the finery, I'd be safe guessing that you're bound for the college? I can't really see any other reason for someone as yourself being here. Unless you're passing through of course." He emptied the tankard with a loud sigh of satisfaction. "Pardon the rambles, but I haven't had many to talk to in my recent travels, and a somewhat interested listener is more than none."<br><br>Gormr moved on the bench in readiness to stand. "I'm getting myself another drink and some food. You want either of those while I am up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 03:30:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gormr, Open<br><br><hr><br>In more ways than one she saw herself much like a spider, needing the juices of other living creatures to live, capable of weaving a delicate yet intricate web in which to catch her prey upon. She hungered now, although <em>thirst</em> was more like it, and the more this Nord sat and spoke and filled her ears with his deep cadences, she found herself instead listening to the steady rhythm of his pulse. How quick and strong it was, this sort of man would recover quickly, and hadn’t he mentioned how long he had walked? In this blistery cold and endless tundra, a day in bed could easily be passed off as a cold, feeling under the weather before he was back up on his feet again, and only if she were to get greedy.<br><br>But, alas, that was her demon talking again, whispering in her ear all the possible excuses she could ever want to hear so that she may indulge her curse a little while. She had liked it once, hadn’t she?<br><br>Asaria carefully set the ivory wolf down on the table, lifting her eyes to the Nord and rewarded him with another smile. Now, with the light on her side, it was obvious that her eyes were indeed a shade of blue so dark they were the color of midnight skies. “A kind offer; some more wine, if you please, I’ve always found drinks to taste best with others to share it with.” Ah… now there were those demons again. Here would have been the time to dismiss herself, to offer him her well wishes and depart to her room for the remainder of the evening, but the impulse to invite and attract snuck up on her and filled her mouth until flooding with the words.<br><br>Asaria didn’t mind his company, however. He was curious, a rough presence but not unsettling. His scars talked of battle and a history that was no stranger to violence. So similar to so many Nords, but there was something singularly independent about this man. It was tantalizing, as was the thickly muscles cords of his neck that made those demons ponder how they would feel with her lips brushing along the warm flesh.<br><br>She forced her attention back to her tools, selecting a new, needle-fine probe, carefully taking this across the wolf’s face. Surely, a taste wouldn’t hurt?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 03:13:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao, Open<br><br>Gormr stood slowly, careful not to knock the table as he did, and cause any damage to the fine work he had seen. He threaded his way through the crowd, the tankard firmly held in his hand so he didn't loose it. As he made his way to move past one of the other revellers, the man brought his elbow back into Gormr's ribs. Gormr staggered slightly from the sudden blow and turned to face the man responsible.<br><br>"Fool! Watch where you walk, milk drinker!"<br><br>Gormr's eyes narrowed as the slightly larger man turned to growl at him. The unknown man's face was red with drunkenness and growing anger while his tankard was was wet with spilled ale. The fist surrounding the handle tightened further, leaving white knuckles as the remains of the drink were drained beneath eyes that bored into Gormr's. Gormr was about to resume his way to the bar when the man slammed the empty tankard into his face. Gormr's eyes filled with light as he staggered from the force of the blow. His opponent took the two steps needed to bring him back into range and the unencumbered fist found the very spot the elbow had to start with, driving the air from his lungs as Gormr was sent to the floor.<br><br>The patrons cleared the area, cheering on the combatants, while making sure that they were ready if weapons were drawn. "Friendly" brawling was an accepted pastime, as long as not too much property damage occurred. Gormr shook his head slightly and got his feet underneath himself by the time the other man closed to deliver a kick. Gormr spun, his arms crossed between him and the rapidly approaching foot. The kick struck his arms hard, leaving bruises immediately, then pushed the arms aside with the momentum. Gormr's hands locked around the man's ankle. He stood and twisted the captured leg sharply. With a surprising show of agility, the other man threw himself in the same direction as Gormr wrenched his leg.<br><br>Retaining the hold on the limb, Gormr stepped forward, pushing the man to the floor on his belly, bending his leg to apply more leverage to keep him there. With almost a casual disregard for him clumsy opponent, Gormr stomped on his back, the foot landing off centre. He smiled when the distinctive sound of breaking bones and let go of his leg. The crowd roared its approval of the fight and the result. He was jostled and slapped on the back as he made his way to the bar. His order was paid for by the crowd, and he eventually made his way back to the table with his drink and food, and the wine for his dining companion.<br><br>As he sat, a thin line of bright scarlet ran from the break in his skin beside his brow, diverted by the puckered pink line on his cheek, sending it away from his mouth and toward his jaw. Gormr was so focused on getting everything he was carrying back to the table, he never realised that he was bleeding. He handed the wine over to the intriguing woman then took a pull from his own tankard.<br><br>"Well, that was a nice little bit of fun. Short, sweet and gets the blood warm and flowing well. Just what I needed after trudging through all that damned snow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 04:10:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gormr, Open<br><br><hr><br>She chose flight.<br><br>On instinct Asaria knew that she was a danger to this man; that if she allowed the time near him to drag along, she would find her willpower lacking and her demons in control. It was more than self preservation that made her wish to spare the man’s throat; he didn’t deserve to be accosted in such a way, especially after the journey he seemed to have gone through. This nord Gormr was far from her usual pickings as well; less of a blood thirsty murderer and more like a man looking to survive. It was decided then; as soon as he turned his back she would grab her things and flee, regretting the absence yet knowing it was for the best. Perhaps she will simply finish her project and leave the city, stay away from the populated roads and inns for a while and look for a bandit camp… perhaps…<br><br>Perhaps the gods wished to punish her with bad luck? Perhaps this was a test to weigh her worth? Violence had a smell to it before it erupted; like fresh rain on hot stone, it called to her primal senses and had her eye locked onto the scene just as it was ready to develop. Quick blows, savage impact, more sound than words in exchange. A tavern brawl was far from foreign in Skyrim; it was like breaking fast every morning. People circled to enjoy the sport, the quickest making bets before the advantages could truly show themselves, and while others were cheering and heckling, Asaria felt her jaw ache in response to the perfume that teased the air.<br><br>Blood. <em>The gods surely test me,</em> she thought to herself, trying to swallow down the building panic that clenched her guts and caused her fangs to throb in her mouth. The vampire clenched her jaw until it brought tears to her eyes, and quickly discovered that she was panting and sitting down in her chair again, her ivory sculpture turned to dust from the strength of her fist around its ruined form. There was a window of opportunity still; the nord had won his battle, facing the bar in order to acquire their drinks. But she found that she couldn’t move, that her body refused to listen to her demands and instead were fueled by her needs. Time slowed until every heartbeat in the room echoed in her ears and stole her attention, until finally the vampire swallowed and was forced into the decision.<br><br>Better Gormr than some helpless sap simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. <em>Like him?</em> Better Gormr, than a frail elder who would wither away with this chill and their blood loss… Better than a child. Better than a guard. Better than a rat…<br><br>The nord set their drinks down; oblivious to the danger he was in. With a slow smile that curled her full lips upwards and favored one side, Asaria leaned forward all the while screaming silently inside her head for her demons to release their hold so that she might stop. “Do you do everything with such… precision?” The vampire licked her lips slowly, fangs back under control now that her instincts knew that she was finally on the hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 03:58:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao, Open<br><br>Gormr cocked an eyebrow at the woman's comment. She definitely had an air about her that made her very different to the rest of the room, even with the smattering of non Nords within it. She was different again, as if she was not human like the rest. But looking her over, there was nothing else she could be. Her appearance didn't match any description of any of the Nine, or the Daedra. He simply put it down to her appearance, and spending too long on his feet staring at trees, snow and the arse end of a wagon.<br><br>"Precision? No, laziness and a focus on more important matters and people." He took a bite of the food he brought back, letting it fill the gnawing emptiness in his belly. "Besides, I should be a generous companion, of sorts, and introduce myself properly. I'm Gormr Sorenson. Again, thank you for allowing me to talk with you. I hope that wine is what you're after. If not, then you're out of luck as that is all they have."<br><br>Gormr didn't notice the destroyed ivory she had been working on, neither had he picked up on the tension within her. He was relaxing, and had tone down his awareness of the environment, believing he was in a safe and known environment. While he ate and drank, he became aware of the train of blood running down the side of his face. With a casual action, his fingers wiped away the blood, the red tinged fingers were brought before his eyes, and in clear sight of Asaria. As he continued to consume his fare, the same blood stained fingers slowly rubbed against each other, spreading the smear over more and more of the surface of his finger tips.<br><br>"His aim was off. He could have done better, and not ended up on the floor as he did." He took his focus from his finger tips back to Asaria. "Given the type of work you were doing, I can see why you thought I was being so precise. But, when it comes to a real fight for life, there is little time of actions wasted. Better to be the predator than the prey, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 18:03:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gormr, Open<br><br><hr><br>They were cruel words indeed; but what did humans understand? They were squarely in the middle of the food-chain, between the monsters that feed on them, and the animals they hunt for nourishment and hide. More often than not, they were quite familiar with the terrifying sensations prey experienced in order to survive, and creatures like herself… well those pulses of horrified instincts only perfumed the air and created a stronger ache in her gums. Asaria took note of the fact that as her hunger increased, the more she desired to be the vampire, and less like the human she once was.<br><br>Yet she had already decided, the gods mocked her and tested her and even knowing that she failed. Here was a strong man who would survive a feeding with little to no effect, and here he sat, bleeding and taunting her with his blood even without the knowledge to do so. There was a tearing sensation in her gums as her fangs began their decent down, but by clenching her jaw, they retreated back into place. She was getting desperate now, walking that delicate line that could bring all of her hard work crashing down on her. She wanted to be in control of this, she did <em>not</em> want to hurt the man. Bolder steps needed to be taken in order to eliminate casualties or mistakes. The longer they waited, the more dangerous she would become.<br><br>Yet self disgust was there, flaring with the words she whispered to the nord next by leaning slightly over the table and offering him a crooked, sultry smile. “You’ve missed my meaning, Gormr. I must admit a certain… weakness… for men of action. Perhaps we could take my wine, your ale as well as your precision to my room? You could show me how much of a predator or prey you can be while tangled in the sheets.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>22-11-2013, 11:30:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao, Open<br><br><hr><br><em>“You’ve missed my meaning, Gormr. I must admit a certain… weakness… for men of action. Perhaps we could take my wine, your ale as well as your precision to my room? You could show me how much of a predator or prey you can be while tangled in the sheets.”</em><br><br>Gormr was used to Nord women being forward with their desires, but not so women of other lands. So had she been one of the true locals, he would not have hesitated for the few moments he did when he heard her speak of what she was wanting to do. His expression went completely neutral as his eyes wandered over what he could see of her while seated across from her. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her from what he saw of her, and there was that indefinable something that spoke of deep passions within her that were likely to come to the surface once somewhere more private. He was eager for female company after the long walk, and if she wanted to spend time with him, he would be a grand fool to say no.<br><br>The smile he showed was slightly crooked, but carried the echoes of the naughty thoughts that ran through his mind. He saw that there would be quite the contest as to who would be the 'predator' and who would be 'prey', yet he didn't mind one bit. A good bed companion in his mind was one who led as well as followed, all the time active in the sport between the man and woman.<br><br>"You make a fine suggestion, but before I follow, or lead, you anywhere, you'll at least do me the courtesy that I have done you." He took a slow bite of the meat that was on his plate, chewing it slowly and thoughtfully before he licked some of the juice from the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. "I'd like to know who I will be tangling sheets with, if I decide to go that way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 18:46:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gormr, Open<br><br><hr><br>Lust had a particular flavor that perfumed the air. Asaria could smell it now, drifting from the nord’s pores without him even knowing about it. Like fear, this sharp scent made her bones ache with pleasure, spicy and sweet all at once, like cinnamon. She licked her lips as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table and knew she had him. The thought thrilled her, but more importantly, it eased the need to feed to a more subtle level. Instincts knew now that food was on its way, and it was best to allow the more subtle acts to take over.<br><br>Her smile showed no fang, but still her white teeth flashed at him. “Asaria,” she paused for a moment, then sat up straight and stood to her feet. She wasn’t a tall woman, certainly nowhere near as tall as Gormr, but there was a certain predatorial grace she was capable of, not unlike the great cats that roamed the lands. Even when she reached for her wine and the pack that carried her carving tools, this wasn’t the sort of noble woman who tired when fanning her face at a party. “Asaria Lao. You’re quite the gentleman, Gormr. I hope that doesn’t extend too far in the bedroom… I bite when I get excited.” The strap of her pack went over her shoulder, her things collected and the table now clear. She extended a hand to gesture towards the hall, then moved forward without looking back, knowing that he would follow.<br><br>She had rented a private room on the bottom floor, one farthest away from human traffic, and relatively isolated. She opened the door, grateful that the fire in the private hearth was reduced to warm embers, and illuminated the room with a pale red glow. She set her pack down, took a deep drink of her wine, and told her hunger that it wouldn’t be much longer. She could hear the nord walking, could tell when he was close enough to see her back, and it wasn’t until he was in the door frame that she chose to lift her hand and unclasp the neck of her top. With her back to him, the garment dropped, exposing the long, sleek lines of her back, the lean muscles, and curve of her hips. The trousers were still in place, but Asaria looked over her shoulder as she stepped out of her boots, exposed from the waste up yet facing away. He looked like the man who enjoyed the teasing. “Please lock it behind you. I’d hate for anyone to try and take a peek at who was making you scream. Or are you more of the silent type?” Her hands were on her belt, loosening the garment so that he could make out the curve of her ass- but only the top. She wanted to smell and feel that hunger grow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 02:06:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> Asaria's Room, The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><br><hr><br>Asaria. The single word seemed to sum her up very well. Exotic, tempting, alluring with just that hint of danger. The way she stood was more of a flowing action. He hadn't seen that level of grace in anyone before, and it feed the now felt growing lust within him. She took up her possessions and drink with the same fluid motions that left him imagining what she would be like between the sheets of her bed.<br><br><em>“Asaria Lao. You’re quite the gentleman, Gormr. I hope that doesn’t extend too far in the bedroom… I bite when I get excited.”</em><br><br>Gormr laughed softly and grinned broadly. "As long as you don't take too big a piece when you bite, I don't mind at all."<br><br>He saw the indication, and nodded. To his surprise, Asaria then walked off toward the room they were going to share. He openly and boldly watched her as she almost stalked away from the table. His eyes drifted all over, straying to her hips the most, wondering how they would feel under his tight grip. He downed the remainder of his ale, gathered the loose items of his, and followed her.<br><br>Gormr reached the doorway of the most secluded room of the Inn when he was made to pause. Asaria was facing away from him, one hand at the back of her neck. It only took a moment to show him why her hand was there. The top she wore fell from her body, revealing a well shaped body underneath. She had strength under her skin, how much he would find out soon enough. He let his eyes roam her nakedness, enjoying everything he saw. The way she looked over her shoulder at him got him heated up even further<br><br><em>“Please lock it behind you. I’d hate for anyone to try and take a peek at who was making you scream. Or are you more of the silent type?”</em><br><br>He locked the door after he closed it, leaning back against it as he continued to watch the show unfolding before him. "I was going to lock it. I don't want to disrupt what happens between us to toss out some rude milk drinker. As for being noisy, I let the woman know how well she's doing. Most of them have been louder than me."<br><br>He pushed himself off the door, removing his bow and quiver, soon followed by his sword belt. He saw the teasing way Asaria had undone hers, and let her pants slide down enough to tease him further. He let out a low growl of pleasure at the way she behaved. He knew beyond all doubt that she was proud of her body, and not afraid to use it to the fullest. Gormr was fully aroused at that time, ready to enjoy whatever she had to offer, and as well as willing to test her limits. His shirt came off in a single movement, exposing his muscular chest, and broad shoulders. A few more scars littered his chest, but they were faint and no where near as noticeable as the ones on his face. With a broad grin, and a fake battle charge only loud enough to be heard within the room, Gormr covered the space between them swifty. His hand landed on her hips, and with a quick motion, sent her pants to the floor. His hands slide up her legs, grabbing her hips hard so he could lift her from the floor as if she weighed the same as a feather. He carried her to the bed, half dropping her, half throwing her to the mattress.<br><br>He leaned down, loudly kissing one cheek of her ass, before giving it a playful bite. He proceeded to kiss up the line of her spine, pushing the hair aside to get to the tops of her shoulders and back of her neck.<br><br>"Now, let's see what you've been hiding, woman." With another show of strength, Gormr lifted Asaria and flipped her onto her back. While he slowly took her in visually from crown to sole and back again, he worked his boots off, kicking them in random directions, then removed the rest of his clothes just as eagerly as he removed hers. He was fully erect, bobbing slightly in time with the beat of his heart. His legs showed some more of the light scarring, but like the rest of him, his legs were muscular, thick and strong.<br><br>"Do you have anything in mind, or shall we see what happens?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 02:46:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gormr, (Closed)<br><br><hr><br>She knew it was working; lust perfumed the air and clouded her mind, but she never lost sight of her goal. Even in the dark room, illuminated only by the coals of the fireplace, Asaria could see the veins in Gormr’s body pulsing in time with his heart. He was very much alive and strong, and in his own way he was taunting and teasing just as she was. More skin meant more veins to her sight, and the further excited that the man became, the more they pulsed and ticked quietly against his flesh, daring her to quench her desires. She almost whimpered, almost became complacent if only he would give her what she needed to survive and stay sane. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Hurting him wasn’t in her goals, and so she must remain in control of the situation, ready to make the hard decision if it down to it.<br><br>The nord had her in seconds; she allowed it, having noted the slight shift of his weight in his footing before the advance. Down onto the bed she was tossed, but only after she was stripped naked and receiving a pair of teeth in her own flesh. <em>Gods above!</em> She hadn’t took into consideration that this man would be as equally playful with his teeth as she intended to be, yet such a thing to vampires was such an intense rush. Her body clenched with need, she shivered with lust and whimpered with a delicate sound, and as the man made his way up, she rolled her hips backwards, pleading without words for so much more.<br><br>It was as if she were drunk; her eyes struggled to focus, her fangs extended, and as the man’s mouth moved further up, along her spine and to her shoulder, all Asaria could do was arch and writhe with anticipation. But she clenched her jaw, forced those fangs back into place and was whipped around to her back for her efforts.<br><br>She was winded, panting with lust-clouded eyes. Even the human’s pour eyesight (by comparison, she presumed,) would be able to detect the hardening of her nipples, and the moisture that had built up between her slender thighs. These she spread for the man, allowing him to enjoy the sight of her body as he kicked off his boots and made ready for her.<br><br>“I plan on taking you hard and fast until we crash. And then, when you’ve recovered, I’d like to have you again, slower, so that I might indulge some more.” She ran her fingers down the length of her body, watching his face as she did this, even when she pinched at her nipple, and drifted lower to spread her excitement against her lower lips. She was wet, and they could both hear the way her fingers slipped inside of her body.<br><br>It was a distraction. A foot stretched out as if spreading for him, but hooked behind the warrior’s knee and pulled him down towards the mattress. She was quick as a fox, agile and cunning, using the man’s momentum against him even though she had the strength, too. Now he was on his back on the bed, and the vampire took the dominant position, climbing on top of his lap and straddling his girth. She began to grind against him, biting her lower lip fang-free as she watched his face. “Don’t you dare hold back, Nord. I –<em>want</em>- you to hurt me.” And with that, she lifted her hips and slammed them back down, taking the entire length of his hard prick inside of her in one, smooth rush. It was enough to make her tremble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 02:35:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> Asaria's Room, The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao (Closed)<br><br><hr><br>She was more than ready for him as he admired her nakedness. He could smell her rich excitement, as well as see the twin peaks declaring their readiness to be played with. While she looked lithe, he suspected that she harboured a strength in her. She may not have been as strong as himself, but then if she were, she would have been a lot more noticeable.<br><br><em>“I plan on taking you hard and fast until we crash. And then, when you’ve recovered, I’d like to have you again, slower, so that I might indulge some more.”</em><br><br>Gormr's eyes tracked the path taken by her fingers, and he wanted to play with every part of her she touched. It was so taunting and teasing the way she let her fingers almost drift over her body. Gormr was in the mood to jump her there and then, but had the self discipline to hold off until she finished her little show. The wet sounds that came from between her legs as her fingers delved almost broke his will.<br><br>He was surprised at the show of her strength when her foot hooked his leg and dragged him onto the bed. He put it down to concentrating on better things. He laughed as she rolled him onto his back, taking the pride of place upon his hips. Her hips began to roll, causing his eyes to roll as well as her slick heat ran along his length. He growled in excitement and frustration, his hands took her hips, but did nothing to stop what she was doing.<br><br><em>“Don’t you dare hold back, Nord. I –</em>want<em>- you to hurt me.”</em><br><br>One swift move, and she impaled herself on him. She took him in whole, all the way to the root and he sighed as he head ached back, extending his throat to her. The sigh turned into a groan of pleasure as he turned his face back to look at hers.<br><br>"You want me to hurt you?" His eyes narrowed as both hands reached for her head, and pulled her down onto his body. he grabbed both of her wrists, and pulled them behind her back, enclosing them both in his large hand. "I am going to pound you so that you'll be sore between those legs for days to come." He pulled her arms back, lifting the top of her chest off him as he started thrusting with all his strength into the woman who invited him to her bed. he stared into her eyes the entire time, his breathing harsh and laboured as his body slammed into hers repeatedly. She was bringing him to his peak faster than he would have liked, but after many weeks on the road, and little companionship, it came as no real surprise.<br><br>He stopped, leaving himself buried to the hilt in Asaria. He took a few more breaths, before he lifted her into a more upright position by using just her arms.<br><br>"Time for a little change, I think." He grabbed her waist, lifted her free of his cock and stood up. He spun her around so she was facing the same way has himself. With a hard shove, he sent her to the bed then pulled her up onto her knees. She was a little lower than he would have liked, but that didn't deter him from slamming himself home again in her wetness. The pause had the desired effect, calming him enough to take her once more at a brutal pace. Both hands on her hips gave him the support and guidance he needed, and he grunted and groaned his pleasure as he repeated thrust into her. The smacking of their flesh together coupled with the wet sounds of their sex was inspiring Gormr to take Asaria as hard as he could. But his need was too great and with a few particularly hard thrusts, he exalted deep within her. He shuddered with each pulse, gripping her hard and tight against him.<br><br>"The joys of not having companionship for a long time. The body gets too eager to finish." He slowly pulled himself out, and laid himself on the bed, catching his breath. "Now, in a few minutes, when you are ready, we can do it again, this time, properly." He gave her a wicked grin, already looking forward to their next tryst.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 02:11:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Asaria Lao<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening, after sunset<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gormr, (Closed)<br><br><hr><br>The man had no way of knowing the torture he had put her through; Asaria had took the position of control in hopes of keeping his throat and her fangs as far away as possible until the right time. Her intentions were to make sure that they were both happy and satisfied, even after she fed from the man. Yet, she had underestimated him still, and so when the big Nord grabbed her by the head and pulled her forward, the vampire was only too surprised to react. By the time he had snared her wrists and pressed her against his chest, Asaria’s mouth was dangerously close to his throat, a welcoming crook of warmth that begged her to nuzzle and sink her teeth into.<br><br>The woman whimpered, feeling her fangs breaking through her gums once again, but it was Gormr’s hammering assault on her pussy that cleared her head this time; the room was dark, she kept her teeth clenched tight in order to hide her exposed fangs, but their eyes were locked and this level of intimacy had been something she had missed since she was alive. When was the last time someone looked at her so carelessly? Here she was, fully exposed, hidden only by her will to keep from hurting this man and he was trusting her without realizing he was in danger. It was almost too much. It was too close.<br><br>Up and over, she spilled onto the mattress on both hands and knees, terrified now for a blinding second that she had been exposed. Yet, instead of screaming for the guards or grabbing his blade, the Nord slammed himself home again, successfully making the vampire yelp in pleasurable pain. Again. Then again. She liked the way his large hands seemed to make her hips surrender to him, she enjoyed the comfort of his touch, even if the violence of his thrusts threatened to knock the wind from her lungs. She could have came several times; but once again she willed herself to hold it back, to keep it contained less she hurt him. She didn’t want to hurt him.<br><br>Gormr came, and his pleasure could be felt in his blood. Asaria moaned, shuddering at both the feel of his seed warming her womb, and the way lust hung heavy in the room, signaling that the time to feed was finally approaching.<br><br>She wished she could savor this; his seed filling her, the way her body ached deliciously, sensitive and eager to reach of climax of its own… but not yet. Not until she regained control. Not until after she fed and made sure that Gormr was no longer in danger… and hopefully after all that. “When I’m ready?” There was humor in her voice, and a soft, lilting accent as her fangs made speaking normally something of a challenge. But Asaria’s har was in her face, hiding her from view, and her body language read ‘sexy’, not ‘threat’. So waited until the Nord was spralled out on the bed before she shifted and crawled toward him, kissing his navel and hip bones, before working her way south. She had to be extra careful with the scrape of her fangs, but this time she didn’t hold back, and allowed herself to indulge.<br><br>“I certainly do hope you mean that.” Her kisses and nips moved down his hip to the inner thigh, and as Asaria pushed his thighs apart, she dipped her head low and dragged her tongue from sack to tip, cleaning him with her mouth of his spent seed. She enjoyed the task, the smell of his sweat and the fluids of their bodies mixed together. The vampire kissed and suckled, savoring him in a way any dedicated woman might. But she was building him, also, coaxing him to get hard again, eager and willing, with the patience of an immortal. It wasn’t until the Nord was fully erect when she bit him in the crease of the thigh, stroking his shaft as his blood pooled in her mouth and finally began to fill her with the clarity she so desperately needed.<br><br>She didn’t take much but she made the event linger as much as possible; small swallows, deep, slow strokes of her hand that encouraged him to buck and roll his hips and cry out with pleasure, not pain. The bite itself was designed for this; let him think she was simply skilled with mouth and hand. Let him be too distracted with the pleasures to be worried about the results. Ten swallows. Eleven. She forced herself to stop at twelve, which promised no lingering effects on the man, save for a drop in body temperature and fatigue for the next day, if he went without eating.<br><br>Asaria herself was shuddering, willing her fangs in place before lifting her head and making certain her mouth was clear of blood. No signs. No hints. Let him only feel the pleasure, let him only think about lust… “What do you see as ‘proper’, Nord?” She stroked him again, kneeling directly before him. “How do you feel?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Elder Scrolls: Brothers at War [Winterhold:IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 05:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gormr<br><strong>Location:</strong> Asaria's Room, The Frozen Hearth<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asaria Lao (Closed)<br><br><hr><br>Gormr thought that Asaria was a great sport in the bedroom from their first time together, even though it was terribly short as far as he was concerned. But he felt his strength and energy returning as he lay on the bed staring at her. The promise her clothing eluded to concerning her figure was true. He spent the few moments he had taking in her features, determining what he would do to make her time better. But she was not one to let him dictate all the terms of their time together.<br><br><em>“When I’m ready?”</em><br><br>He heard the humour in her voice, along with what sounded like a light challenge. Gormr was growing to like the mind and character of the woman who's room he was sharing. The spill of her hair and the way her body moved screamed of her enjoyment of the pleasures of the bed as she left a trail of kisses from his stomach to a place further south. The passage of her lips and tongue along his dampened and rapidly solidifying length drew a very appreciative growl from deep within his body. The chains of lethargy were cleanly broken by her actions, and Gormr was rapidly developing his plans while starting to put them into action.<br><br><em>“I certainly do hope you mean that.”</em><br><br>His plans were put on hold as Asaria took charge, along with his curiosity. The kisses and light nips were throwing more fuel onto the fire raging within him. His head rolled back once she had him fully erect, the passage of her hand flooding his mind with bliss, while her lips and teeth added a counterpoint to her manual efforts. He felt another nip, a little more intense than the previous ones, but it was soon lost in another rush of bliss from her combined play. The way the bliss seemed to ebb and flow in such a languid manner was so different, yet so appealing that he would never deny her the chance to repeat her sensual ways again, if he was ever fortunate to share a bedchamber with her once more.<br><br>He felt her move from her place. Gormr lifted his head enough to see her near perfect form kneeling near him, her hand still casually stroking him and keeping him hard. He had enjoyed the company of women who enjoyed being with a man in that manner, but none of them seemed to be as... engaging as Asaria, or as willing to devote themselves to his pleasure as she had.<br><br><em>“What do you see as ‘proper’, Nord? How do you feel?”</em><br><br>Gormr laughed, feeling a little winded and light headed than he had a few moments before. He breathed hard for a few moments, while staring at her with a hunger for a woman that had not been properly filled.<br><br>"Proper is not finishing so quickly that the woman is not blessed with her passions, at least a few times. I feel..." He took a few more deep breaths, before he lunged and grabbed Asaria's shoulders and pulled her down so her face was level with his, and only a fraction of an inch apart. "I feel that I need to take you again." His hands shifted down to her hips, guiding her until she straddled him. "I took my pleasure from you the first time, now you take yours from me. When I get my wind back, then we can try some other ways of pleasing each other."<br><br>Both hands went to her hair, fisting within the generous length of her hair to bring her into a deep, raw and passionate kiss.
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