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Post by Niitari on Dec 27, 2014 17:53:35 GMT -6
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Post by Fenrir on Jan 5, 2015 21:30:01 GMT -6
In the middle of the Wheat field, if someone were to venture and look, they would find the mangled corpse of a Stormcloak soldier, nearly drained entirely of blood. The body was dried out, frozen, with a large gash at it's neck, as if it were sliced all the way to the bone and nearly decapitated. The soldier's armor set was missing it's helmet, and the breastplate was dented with several holes punctured through the metal. Out of all of this mess, One can nearly over-look that the victim's left leg was severed at the knee, and was missing.
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 11, 2015 23:59:41 GMT -6
Filth with legs; stupid, bloody, bigoted, burying yourselves in the filth you call home.... Eva's thoughts raced as she glared at the cold and stony city before of her. Windhelm. She loathed the place, and loathed even more the idea of returning there. But, gold was gold, and even better when earned over another dead Nord's corpse. Eva resumed her walk toward the dreaded city, her thoughts racing again. Maybe I'll save some of your blood in a vial, so when I finally get my gold I can lick your blood off of it. Hehehehe, yeah...that sounds goo-
Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted when her foot collided into something, and she stumbled down. Throwing her arms in front of her, and they collided with the ground, ceasing her fall. Grunting, she rolled over to see what she had tripped over, and blinked. Before her was a mangled and bloody corpse.
"....Ew." She said. Pushing herself up, she picked up a nearby stick, and nonchalantly began to poke the corpse with it. The man was definitely dead, but she liked to poke dead things with sticks, so whatever.
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Post by Psycho on Jan 12, 2015 20:31:07 GMT -6
Valnir was giving a brief wave to the farmers, holding a sack of potatoes in one of his hands, hidden behind the tower shield. "Good folks," He told himself, brushing off the caked on blood from an earlier conflict where he had been carrying the heads of bandits to prove the job was done. Holding his helmet by one of the horns, Valnir hadn't bothered to wipe off the extra black facepaint he had smeared on earlier.
The clanking grew louder as he heard the voice. And the distinct stench of a dead corpse. Following over to poke it with his boot, "Pretty gnarly work, ye' did there." He hummed curiously, having slid the helmet on during his walk over, prodding the corpse some more with his shield. "Not sure how you managed to hack off the guy's leg, or why... But none of my business," He was wedging a carrot into the slits of his helmet to chew on.
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 12, 2015 21:05:33 GMT -6
Eva's entire body jerked up into a defensive position the moment she saw a pair of boots pop into her vision. She immediately noticed the blood on the stranger, but when he did not make a move against her, she allowed herself to relax a little bit. Straightening herself, she looked at the corpse, then back at the stranger.
"I'll admit, I would be rather proud of myself if I could do this to a man." She said, gesturing at the corpse's broken limbs. "But alas, I cannot. I did not kill him, but simply...found him while I was strolling through this field.
Eva studied the corpse for a moment longer, then casually stepped back. "...As I can see you are doing as well."
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Post by Psycho on Jan 12, 2015 21:10:43 GMT -6
"It'd be wrong to one would not feel a sense of morbid pride at such barbarity." Valnir hummed, shoving the rest of the carrot in to finish off, throwing the leaves aside. Letting out a small belch which came out more as a hiccup, he knelt down and padded down the corpse, picking out anything useful. Which wasn't much outside a simple ring made of gold, "Might be worth something," Valnir pocketed that.
"Me? Oh no, I was just coming back from dropping off a bundle of heads to the local farmers, showing that their nightly cow stealing is no more an issue," Valnir nodded, picking at the blood some more. "Question is: What brings a Dunmer so close to Windhelm? I always figured you guys hated it here. Or so I hear." The beady little orbs followed over to study her face curiously.
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 12, 2015 21:23:08 GMT -6
Eva stared at the man for a second, her expression a mixture of interest and confusion. Then, she burst into a fit of laughter. It was at least a good ten seconds until she finally stopped, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Hahah...hah...I'm sorry." She said, when she regained her breath. "It's just...I haven't met someone have unsubtle for years now. I've always wondered how you people manage to stay alive or outside of bars, it's amazing!" It was meant fully as a compliment. Eva herself was so used to secrecy, she probably would never manage to be as blunt as this man was. Which was exactly why she had no intention of telling him what she was doing here, despite her amusement.
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Post by Psycho on Jan 12, 2015 21:30:04 GMT -6
"The plate tends to help, as does the bastard sword," He replied with a hearty chuckle. "And as far as the other stuff? I don't particularly take in the act of drinking myself. I find that I dislike waking up extremely sore, and wearing this?" He brushed off his chest piece with some pride, "Let's just say rolling over to get up is a challenge."
He probably figured she'd never tell, so he didn't ask. Not that Valnir really needed too, he could just Scry into her future. But alass, that required him to touch her in some fashion. And he felt that would be mildly awkward, "But speaking of a drink, care to tag along in finding an inn or something? Perhaps find a new bounty while we're at it," He dug into his pocket to toss her the ring as a sign of good gesture, "Sell it too. I have no real need for money outside some food."
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 12, 2015 21:44:16 GMT -6
Eva's brows furrowed ever so slightly when the man mentioned bars...as in tavern. It was probably a simple mistake on his part, and he didn't seem to be leading her on...yet. Eva caught the ring and glanced at it; a simple band of gold. Probably wasn't worth much, but evidently it's previous owner had been sentimental about it, as it was quite shiny and polished. Nonetheless, still a little more than useless to her.
She looked back up at the man...No, he didn't mean her any harm. Not yet, anyway. But I'm sure as hell not going to let you take my bounty. She thought as she gave him a flashy smile.
"All right. You seem like a nice sort, let's go for a drink." She said, resuming her walk to Windhelm. Let someone else deal with the corpse, wasn't her problem anymore. "Though you might want to drop off those heads before we get there, the inn-keeper doesn't like cleaning the blood off his floor."
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Post by Psycho on Jan 12, 2015 21:53:14 GMT -6
"Mm? Oh," He had forgotten he had stuck one on the spikes of his shoulder plate. Reaching up to pull the half of rotten meat, Valnir dropkicked the Argonian head into the distance, with a soft splat as the meat connected with his boot. Sliding the shield onto his back, Valnir cracked his knuckles lightly. Adjusting his one large ring, Valnir rubbed the grime that had built up on the eye-gem, giving it the shiny appearance as if it was real.
Following her, he shrugged lightly, "I try. Petty issues like racial superiority doesn't really mean much to me. I can't find work if I'd only hire myself out to one race, hm? Besides, diversity makes things interesting. At least in my experience." Valnir nodded as he opened a small book he was working on reading, sliding out the string that marked his page.
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