Redthorn Anvil

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@Baklava Of course it is. And then there's me, breaking the rules by always playing as a Dremora.

Greetings

Ugh, I wish I had the motivation and the time to actually make that kind of quality post. I miss the old days >.>

Greetings

I read as far as 'Elder Scrolls', and that was enough for me. I already approve.

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That looks suspiciously like a Khajiit on your 'rules' banner. *squints*

Exodus

[I just realized a profound err on my part, because Seph isn't anywhere near the medical tent, and yet I had him interrupt poor Ari, oops XDDD]

"Oh, he's probably sleeping, if I know him at all. But I think this is important enough to warrant the risk of rousing him." Sephiroth replied. "If this doesn't put a grin on his face, Anuriel, I'll cut my hair." He told the cook.

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"I'm sure the General would agree with you if you told him that!" Ari chortled. She turned to Sasha. "Well, let's see. Blank expression, bland tone of voice, distant-looking eyes...You used Order, didn't you? Yeah. That's normal. Nothing I can do about those effects, hun, just try not to use Order again until you feel more like yourself, otherwise you'll make it worse. Best cure for lack of emotion, in my medical opinion? Go have a drink. Have several."

Hi.

Hm, pie. *strokes imaginary Sheogorath beard*

Exodus

"I really don't know any dragon names, but I'm sure T'vor can help with that, and this book, too." Sephiroth assured the little dragon. Ari was about to reply to Azurael, but he interjected.
"T'vor wasn't very old himself when his father was killed. Actually, I remember when it happened--his father's funeral is when the two of us met. We were only children at the time, so even if his father had abused him, he likely wouldn't remember it now. T'vor's always been rather private, though, and I wouldn't put it past him to hide things, even from me. I knew for a fact that he didn't exactly think highly of his father. But then, there aren't many people he thinks highly of."

Exodus

"As long as they don't eat my fingers, I don't have a problem with that." Sephiroth replied, accepting the bowl from her and sitting himself down on the ground. He wasn't sure if the dragonlets could fly yet, so he thought perhaps taking it to a table wouldn't be such a grand idea.

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"None that I ever met in person, but I heard some pretty rough things about his dad before he got killed. It's probably where Stoneface gets it from." Ari nodded her head. "I heard he punished soldiers by clipping their wings!" She added.

Nᴏᴛ A Dɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ

"Perfect." Sparhawk was grinning broadly. "Better than perfect, actually. You more than earned your share." He tore a bite from his delicious pastry before fishing out the coinpurse he'd stolen and jingled it.
"It's pretty heavy. I think we fished ourselves a sackful of gold, sister. Let's check it out when we get back. If we're seen with a lot of money people'll know we stole it."

So he led her away from the square and back towards his hideout. He'd just opened the window to let Mira inside when he heard a bad sound.
It was the growl of the beast. He turned, and there it was, the ugly, massive, filthy creature.

"He must smell the pastries." He told Mira. "Get inside and shut the window, now." He half lifted, half pushed her through the window and turned to face the beast again, it's fang-filled maw agape and hungry. Suddenly, it lunged, and two of them wrestled on the dirt, clawing, biting, and hitting aggressively.

Sparhawk had had a few bad run-ins with the beast, but the creature always gave up after he gave him a few good bruises. The same proved true this time around as well, but Sparhawk had several new injuries of his own now. Several scratches and tooth-shaped puncture marks on his arms and face, many of which were still bleeding by the time he finally tumbled through the window, but he seemed to be ignoring them, and somehow, he had managed to save his pastry, which he continued eating when he found Mira.

"That'll teach 'im." He said casually through a bite.

Exodus

"Actually, miss Anuriel, I think I'll come with you. Since this one is hungry. Might as well feed them all." He told the chef. Scooping up the little dragons in his hands, with the book under one arm, and trying not to disturb the sleeping one too much, he stood to accompany Anuriel back to the kitchen.

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Ariadel snorted. "So you let ole' Stoneface scare ya, huh? Okay granted he's intimidating, but he's hardly scary. Unless he's mad! Then he is. But I guess he scares a lot of people. It's kind of his reputation. Legacy. Whatever you wanna call it. All you need is a hot cup of tea, boy. Relax."
She turned to Azurael. "So how are you holding up? The medicine I gave you work all right? Well it must have, you don't look sick to me."