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Oathbreakers [Skyrim RP] [LoadedGuns & LetsFly]

"I think I can dance well, only when I am drunk..." Finrod said with a chuckle, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he recalled his moments of foolishness under the influence of mead. The memory brought a lightness to his heart, a brief respite from the weight of the world.

Pausing for a moment to reflect on Lyra's question directed back at him, Finrod's gaze drifted to the winding path ahead, the verdant landscape unfolding before them like a painting come to life. "I used to fish as well back home with my friends," he continued, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "We would spend hours down at the water's edge, casting our lines and enjoying each other's company."

But as the memories of simpler times faded, a shadow crossed Finrod's expression, a reminder of the scars left behind by the war. But what do I do now for fun... Not much since the war... His thoughts turned inward, dwelling on the darkness that still lurked within him, the echoes of battles fought and lives lost.

"Recently... I tend to just spend time at the Inn," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "And when I like to get away from people, that campsite I showed you." There was a noticeable hesitation in his tone, a vulnerability he tried to conceal. "I used to be a very lively and outgoing person..." His voice trailed off, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

As Finrod's thoughts turned to his family, the ache of longing washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore. The pain of their absence gnawed at his heart, a constant reminder of all he had lost. Without conscious thought, his hand reached out and found Lyra's, seeking solace in her presence as they walked side by side along the trail.

Meanwhile, the sounds of nature surrounded them, a symphony of life unfolding in the wilderness. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the melodious chirping of birds overhead, and the rhythmic babbling of a nearby stream filled the air with a sense of tranquility. Despite the turmoil within him, Finrod found a measure of peace in the embrace of Lyra and her company, and of nature, a fleeting moment of respite from the trials of the world.

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Finrod's laughter rings out, a warm sound that fills the air with camaraderie. "Yeah... I was thinking the same thing," he admits, his eyes meeting Lyra's with a shared understanding. "Try for the Inn, but if not, I love a good backup plan!"

As Finrod notices Lyra inching closer, a subtle tension lingers between them, a silent acknowledgment of their growing closeness. He feels a rush of playful energy as he stands up, lightly brushing against Lyra's arm in a teasing manner. "Let's get started! We've got a long day ahead of us," he declares, leading the way towards the door with a sense of purpose.

Exiting the inn, they step into the bustling market, the vibrant energy of the city enveloping them. The air is filled with the aroma of exotic spices and the sounds of merchants haggling with customers. With determined strides, the duo makes their way towards the city gates, eager to begin their journey beyond the familiar confines of civilization.

Passing through the massive gates, they leave behind the comfort and safety of the city, stepping onto the winding path that leads into the wilderness. Gradually, the cacophony of the city fades into the serene tranquility of nature, replaced by the gentle chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the soothing murmur of a nearby river.

The warmth of the sun bathes them in its golden glow, casting long shadows across the path as they walk. Yet, despite the idyllic surroundings, the wilderness of Skyrim is fraught with dangers lurking in the shadows. Wolves and bears roam the dense forests, while bandits and thugs lurk in the shadows, ready to prey on unsuspecting travelers. Darker still are the whispers of necromancers practicing their dark arts and cults with radical views, hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness.

In the midst of this vast expanse, a strange silence settles over the duo, broken only by the sound of their footsteps crunching on the dirt path. Sensing the need to fill the void, Finrod breaks the silence with a question, his voice cutting through the stillness. "So, Lyra, when you're not off on adventures to the unknown... what do you normally do for fun?" His gaze lingers on her, a mix of curiosity and genuine interest shining in his eyes. It's as if a spell has been cast over him, drawing him closer to the enigmatic Dark Elf with each passing moment.

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Finrod quickly snaps to attention when he spots Lyra enter the Inn, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Lyra!" he exclaimed with genuine excitement in his voice, rising from his seat to greet her. "Hopefully you found everything okay?"

Lyra returns his smile with one of her own, her eyes alight with adventure. The lively atmosphere of the Inn surrounds them, the faint strains of music from a nearby lute adding to the ambiance. "I grabbed us some fresh fruit and vegetables, figured we can hunt or fish for meat along the way!"

Settling back into his seat, Finrod gestures towards the map he had spread out on the bar. "So from what I can think of, we have two options for today." He traces a route on the map with his finger, indicating their potential paths. "Ideally, I'd like to head to the Old Hroldan Inn, but it's quite a distance. We'd need to maintain a steady pace with no interruptions to make it there before nightfall."

He pauses, considering their options before continuing, "If we can't make it, there's an old hunting cabin south of the four-way split near Falkreath. It's not too far off our current path, and it'll offer us a safe place indoors for the night." Finrod points out both destinations on the map, allowing Lyra to examine them closely. "What do you think, Lyra?"

As he waits for Lyra's response, Finrod finishes the last of his mead, the warmth spreading through him. Yet, amidst the lively chatter of the Inn, he can't shake the feeling of a presence lingering in the corner. The old lady, still seemingly asleep, captures his attention once more. It's as though her presence is trying to convey something to him, though he brushes off the notion, attributing it to his own overactive imagination.

With a mental shake, he refocuses on Lyra, eager to hear her thoughts on their next move. The anticipation of their journey ahead fuels his excitement, knowing that whatever path they choose, it will be another chapter in their shared adventure.

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"Yeah sounds like a good plan!" Finrod agreeing with Lyra, knowing the faster they get on the road, the more ground they can cover today. With a slight smile, and a nod of respect, "Meet back at The Bannard Mare when we are ready? We can head out from there!" Finrod makes his way towards the city market.

Enjoying the smells and sounds of the city, the breeze cool blowing through his hair, He makes his way back to Ysoldas stall to purchase some fresh fruits and vegetables. "Good Morning Ysolda! How are you today?" Ysolda with a smile replies "Finrod! Good to see you again! How are you?" Finrod not trying to sound rude and rushed, replies "Not bad at all! I'll be heading out of town for a little bit! Headed out west for a few days!" Ysolda looking excited at the sight of an adventure replies "Oh wow!! Sounds fun! Be safe!" With a slight smile "What can I get for you!?" Finrod replies "I'm thinking about a bag of apples, oranges, and perhaps some of those spicy peppers you grow! I can not get enough of those!" Finrod said with a chuckle. I hope Lyra is okay with some spicy food Finrod paying Ysolda, gathering the food, thanks her and heads across the market to Arcadia's Cauldron to grab a few potions.

"Morning Arcadia!" Finrod said with a pleasant tone entering the shop "Good morning Finrod, what can I get for you?" Finrod looking over at the potions behind the shelf, not wanting to carry too much at a time, replies "Just a few healing potions please!" Paying Arcadia the two exchange goodbyes.

Finrod makes his way back over to The Bannered Mare to leave some of his gold in the room, not wanting to travel with too much in case some thieves take notice of his coin pouch. Using his profound skill in alteration magic, hiding the coins left behind behind a spell in case the room is broken into, Finrod is never too careful.

Finrod makes his way downstairs to wait for Lyra, taking notice of the strange old lady still in the corner from the night he met Lyra. Who is she...? Finrod sits down at the bar and grabs a bottle of mead to relax and enjoy while waiting for Lyra.

As he sips the honeyed drink, Finrod's mind wanders to the journey ahead. He mentally maps out the route they'll take, considering the terrain and any potential obstacles they might encounter. The anticipation of adventure courses through his veins, fueling his excitement for the quest ahead. Sitting lost in his thoughts, with the bottle in hand, Finrod starts to think more about Lyra, wanting to know more about her, her past. Trying to understand his interest in her, is an internal struggle, knowing he never gets close to anyone, yet he cant help but grow closer to her. What does she think of me? Finrods mind races, getting even more lost in thought...

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As Finrod and Lyra entered the bustling gates of the city of Whiterun, the vibrant energy of the market enveloped them. The lively sounds of merchants hawking their wares, the tantalizing aromas wafting from nearby eateries, and the warm rays of the sun casting a golden hue over everything created an atmosphere of anticipation.

"I agree, Lyra," Finrod remarked, taking in the scene around them. "It is far safer indoors in areas we don't know well. We can purchase lodging at local inns along the way."

Making their way through the throng of people, Finrod began mentally listing the supplies they needed. "So, we need to gather up some food and drink, perhaps some arrows, a potion or two..." His voice trailed off as he absorbed the bustling surroundings. "We should be fast though so we can capitalize on the day, and get as far as we can!"

As they moved further into the market, Finrod couldn't help but notice the way the gentle breeze tousled Lyra's hair, framing her face in a captivating manner. Her hair dances like sunlight on water, he thought to himself, admiring her presence beside him, trying not to be obvious of his seemingly growing attraction to her beauty, he has remained isolated from growing close to people for so long, it is a foreign feeling for him to attempt to deal with.

"Is there anything you want specifically, Lyra?" Finrod inquired, his gaze lingering on her. I'd like to get her something special, something that reflects her essence, he pondered silently, hoping to discern her desires amidst the bustling ambiance.

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As they neared the city of Whiterun, the symphony of urban life crescendoed—whispers of bustling streets, the savory aroma of cooked food, and the fragrant blend of herbs and blooming flowers from the surrounding fields and farms. The vibrant tapestry of Whiterun's vitality unfolded before them.

Lyra's mention of the Old Hroldan Inn prompted a flicker of uncertainty in Finrod's thoughts. I don't even know, really... he confessed to himself, keen on avoiding the appearance of indecision. Crafting an answer on the fly, he responded, "I'm not precisely sure, but my assumption is that it's a safe haven for the night. The journey to Karthspire is a two-day endeavor, and the inn conveniently aligns with our path." Yet, why do I feel drawn to it? he pondered privately.

Attempting to strengthen his rationale, Finrod continued, "It might be a precautionary measure. Perhaps camping in the wilderness poses a risk, a sign of potential danger along the route. Civilization is scarce between here and Karthspire."

He gazed towards Lyra, gauging her reaction, before posing the question, "What do you think? We could reach the inn by nightfall, providing a sense of security in the unfamiliar terrain."

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Perched atop the cliff, their eyes traced the vast expanse, a sprawling Whiterun in the distance, rivers meandering in multiple directions, roads branching north and south, and westward, the promising path toward Karthspire awaited their journey. The morning sun cast a warm glow, accompanied by the gentle caress of the wind, which played with their hair and clothes.

A soft chuckle escaped Finrod's lips in response to Lyras' question about teleportation. "I wish it worked that way," he remarked, a playful smile gracing his features. "I'll take the lead in guiding us down." With deliberate ease, Finrod navigated the cliffside, finding footholds with the familiarity of someone well-acquainted with the terrain. He turned back to face Lyra, extending a reassuring smile. "Follow my lead, and be cautious with each step."

As they descended, the world unfolded beneath them, a canvas of Skyrim's beauty. Finrod's guidance became a dance of shared glances and careful footing. The descent was not just a physical journey down the cliff but a subtle ballet, a duet between two souls on the cusp of a grand adventure. Finrod reached the bottom, turned and awaited Lyra to complete the decent, watching, trying to make sure she was safe on the climb down.

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The world around him still lingered in a haze as Finrod clung to Lyras' hand. A suspended moment of quietude enveloped them, the air thick with unspoken questions. When Lyras inquired about his vision, Finrod, caught in the delicate threads of the recent revelation, hesitated.

"We... we were walking," he began, his words weaving a tapestry of ethereal landscapes. "I recall the Old Hroldan Inn, it's on the path to Karthspire." The intensity in his voice conveyed a struggle to reconcile the vivid fragments that danced through his mind. "We were at the Inn, and then we stood over the river near Karthspire, a magical embrace, a tranquil calmness that defies explanation. And the voices... I kept hearing voices."

His revelation hung in the air, a delicate confession tinged with a hint of fear. Before the weight of the unspoken could fully settle, Finrod, almost breathless, shifted the focus, "We should set out soon... Supplies are crucial." With a reluctant release, he let go of Lyras' hand, and in that moment, their fingers parted with an almost reluctant tenderness. As he swiftly gathered his belongings from the camp, he turned to her with a subtle yet lingering gaze. "Whiterun is our first stop for supplies. A long day lies ahead of us, but, perhaps, an even longer journey awaits." Finrod glancing at Lyra often when she is not looking, thinking to himself What is going on between us...

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Greybeards or Karthspire... Finrod contemplated, his thoughts mirroring the rhythmic cadence of Lyras' reply. Lost in the labyrinth of uncertainty, he finally spoke, "I believe Karthspire is the logical starting point. It's a known region, a solid foundation. Perhaps, along the journey, we'll unravel the enigma surrounding us, maybe even encounter another vision?" His words wove a tapestry of doubt and concealed anxiety, masking the silent question haunting him Why not return to the familiar embrace of the tavern and the solace of solitude?

As if relinquishing control of his own limbs, Finrod's hand reached out and found Lyras'. A sudden surge flooded his mind with ethereal whispers—voices chanting the word "Destiny..." glimpses of them traversing Skyrim's dirt roads, and an urgent refrain, "Do not leave her..." Amidst the whirlwind of visions, a poignant scene emerged—they stood outside Karthspire, the river's melody intertwining with their laughter, culminating in a warm and friendly embrace. The echoing voices reiterated their plea, "Do not leave her..."

Abruptly, the visions ceased, leaving Finrod disoriented. Panic surged as he clung to Lyras' hand, his gaze fixed on her eyes, searching for answers in the pools of uncertainty. In a hushed tone, he stammered, "Did...did you have one too?"

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The aroma of the rabbit cooking over the fire wafted through the air, blending harmoniously with the surrounding scents of nature. The gentle sounds of the nearby river and the melodious birds in the trees created a picturesque scene, enveloping Finrod and Lyra in a serene moment. As Lyra spoke about her father teaching her to hunt, it triggered memories in Finrod's mind, causing him to imagine his own father, a prominent figure in the Thalmor, who was often absent due to his demanding responsibilities.

Lyra handed Finrod a perfectly cooked rabbit skewer, and he eagerly took a bite, savoring the exquisite flavors and expressing his content with an audible sigh of satisfaction.

In response to Lyra's inquiry about their destination, Finrod took a thoughtful moment before replying, "So... first, we should make a stop for some supplies. Depending on the path we choose, I was thinking overnight. We both had distinct visions, yet I sense a connection between them. We could seek answers about the symbols in your vision and the mysterious dungeon with the Greybeards. Alternatively, northeast of here lies The College of Winterhold, a bastion of magical knowledge. Or, if we decide to pursue my vision first, I'm fairly certain we need to head west towards Karthspire. What are your thoughts?"