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To all the homies in Florida -- stay safe out there. Now is not the time to wrangle an alligator and surf it down the flooded streets. I know, it's hard to resist the urge.
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On the old version of the Guild I was the record holder for 'Most Infraction Points Without Being Permabanned'. 
My primary roleplaying genres are fantasy and science fiction. Big fan of The Elder Scrolls, The Lord of the Rings, Warhammer 40,000, Mass Effect, Fallout and others.
My primary roleplaying genres are fantasy and science fiction. Big fan of The Elder Scrolls, The Lord of the Rings, Warhammer 40,000, Mass Effect, Fallout and others.
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Almost deleted this as soon as I saw it. 
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"You were framed? That's a new low for the Imperial guard," Sovor said with a wry smile. "As for myself... you are right when you assume it was bad. Much like yourself, I was attempting a burglary. The occupant of the house woke up and attacked me and, well... let's just say he's become good friends with the worms by now. It was an accident, ancestors be my witness, but I'll still be here for a long time." The Dunmer fiddled with the remaining fingers of his left hand, looking at the ground. "Never should have left Vvardenfell."
He looked up when he heard movement from above. A quick glance at Stef confirmed that she'd heard it as well. Tilting his head, Sovor could make out an old man's voice: "My sons... they're dead, aren't they?"
Younger voices responded, including a woman's, but Sovor couldn't make out what they were saying. Shadows flickered on the walls in the corridor and a group of people descended into view; three armored shapes, carrying torches and weapons, and an old man in a very fancy robe.
"What's going on? This cell is supposed to be empty!" one of the soldiers said. Sovor took a few steps back from the gate, his gaze flickering between all four of them. "Oh, I do apologize," the Dunmer said with a grin. "I wasn't aware. If you'd just unlock that gate, I'll be out of your way in no time."
He looked up when he heard movement from above. A quick glance at Stef confirmed that she'd heard it as well. Tilting his head, Sovor could make out an old man's voice: "My sons... they're dead, aren't they?"
Younger voices responded, including a woman's, but Sovor couldn't make out what they were saying. Shadows flickered on the walls in the corridor and a group of people descended into view; three armored shapes, carrying torches and weapons, and an old man in a very fancy robe.
"What's going on? This cell is supposed to be empty!" one of the soldiers said. Sovor took a few steps back from the gate, his gaze flickering between all four of them. "Oh, I do apologize," the Dunmer said with a grin. "I wasn't aware. If you'd just unlock that gate, I'll be out of your way in no time."
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Sovor chuckled at the Breton, pleased with her response to Valen. She seems alright. He stood up when she came over to shake his hand and introduced herself, gripping her hand firmly in return. It seemed to Sovor like she'd been here for a while already and looked more than just a little malnourished. That said, there was life in her eyes. "Greetings, Stef," he said with a crooked smile. "Name's Sovor."
"And yes," he continued, "you are also an outlander. But you have outlanders and then you have outlanders," he explained, inclining his head in the direction of Valen Dreth. "The ones that should know better. You can't be expected to know how to be a proper Dunmer." Sovor scratched his chin, dimly aware that what he had just said could be perceived as offensive. "Either way. How'd you end up here?"
"And yes," he continued, "you are also an outlander. But you have outlanders and then you have outlanders," he explained, inclining his head in the direction of Valen Dreth. "The ones that should know better. You can't be expected to know how to be a proper Dunmer." Sovor scratched his chin, dimly aware that what he had just said could be perceived as offensive. "Either way. How'd you end up here?"
The Imperial bloody prison. Sovor grumbled in annoyance as the guards shoved him into the cell and locked the door behind him. He was surprised to see he wasn't alone; a Breton woman already occupied the cell. Sovor stared at her for a few seconds before shrugging and sitting down on the stone floor, his back against the wall, the cell's gate on his left-hand side. He looked out through the bars and pinched the bridge of his nose. So this is where I spend the next twenty years... fucking n'wahs.
From the opposite side of the corridor someone started talking to him. "Hey, there! You! Kinsman! I haven't seen another Dunmer in here in I don't know how long. Where you from, huh? Vvardenfell? You got a wife back home?"
Sovor looked up and narrowed his eyes at the other Dunmer. Untraditional hairstyle, no tattoos, smooth skin, clear voice. "No, outlander, I don't," Sovor replied. His voice sounded like tanned leather and grit, affected by decades of ash storms. "Now shut up before I find a way into your cell and do things to you that would make your ancestors scream, little swit."
Taken aback, Valen Dreth, the Dunmer in the opposite cell, balled his fists. "Think you're so tough, n'wah? You'll change your tone after the guards are done with you. Oh, that's right. You're going to die in here!"
Ignoring the outlander's whining with a dismissive wave, Sovor turned his attention back to the Breton woman in the cell with him. "Fucking outlanders, right?" he said companionably.
From the opposite side of the corridor someone started talking to him. "Hey, there! You! Kinsman! I haven't seen another Dunmer in here in I don't know how long. Where you from, huh? Vvardenfell? You got a wife back home?"
Sovor looked up and narrowed his eyes at the other Dunmer. Untraditional hairstyle, no tattoos, smooth skin, clear voice. "No, outlander, I don't," Sovor replied. His voice sounded like tanned leather and grit, affected by decades of ash storms. "Now shut up before I find a way into your cell and do things to you that would make your ancestors scream, little swit."
Taken aback, Valen Dreth, the Dunmer in the opposite cell, balled his fists. "Think you're so tough, n'wah? You'll change your tone after the guards are done with you. Oh, that's right. You're going to die in here!"
Ignoring the outlander's whining with a dismissive wave, Sovor turned his attention back to the Breton woman in the cell with him. "Fucking outlanders, right?" he said companionably.
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