Stormyx

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

I really tried to create a new character but was not able to complete on time! Good luck to all - maybe I will submit for later :)

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Is it too late to apply? :)

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@Stormflyx I was wondering where you've been! Glad you're not dead <3

@POOHEAD189

Not dead! I've been around <3

I've been/am really sick irl at the moment just trying to do my best and keep on though :)

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

Ed tbh.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

Ed had no questions. He just listened, his hands behind his back comfortably with the rim of his hat pulled low until it cast a shadow across his brow line. He had managed to squeeze himself beside Zahir, and as well as the smell of the ocean and freshly polished timber there was an earthy musk eminating from Zahir's body which was slightly arousing.

He gave Vaia a flirtatious grin, only to receive in return a look of scorn and disgust. Already he had pissed her off with the antics in the tavern. That was alright, if she was disgusted at 'him', it was a great way to keep the disguise under wraps. Ava did worry just how much being Ed might take it's toll on her, and how when she would finally ditch the disguise how much of the old Ava would be left, and how much of Ed would remain.

Watching as Galen as he bit into the apple - the sight of the fruit and the familiar crunch reminded Ava of a recipe they would make with apples in the bakery. Apples baked into pastry, rolled in cinnamon and sugar and served warm on colder afternoons. The combination of tart fruit with crisp pastry, and then that delicate dusting of sweetness. It was a famous recipe in her town.

Ed snapped back into being before too long, before Ava got too caught up in memory and emotion. "I'm sure I can make friends with a few others on this ship..." he said with a smirk, cutting off Galen as he uttered his crude comment. He was sure to be made a fool of for it, better yet, punished. He rolled his shoulders as if expecting the bucket of water to scrub away at something to be tossed to him any second by one of Galen's minions. It would probably be the Elf, Jax. That one had been giving him looks since the tavern. Suspicious little git he thought to himself as he made eye contact with the redhead.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

** Ed, having winked at Vaia in the inn, has already accumulated "distaste", and he will be more quickly and aggressively shooed away from the kitchen.

lmao

Post Your Pikcha

I was feeling cute

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

A couple of days later than planned but have at it @Inkarnate!

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

When the sight of blood occurs - action must be taken, and Raelynn was quick to act. It had been a sword strike from behind. Away from the spine, and away from the organs. Sjara would be fine, she knew that much. Her clothing had taken the brunt of the blade and it was surely little more than a nick, even if it was a painful one. She knelt to Sjara’s side as the Bosmer lurched forward from the force of the strike, placing a hand carefully, and gently over the wound. She could feel that Magicka was swirling through her now, but in her years using magic, she knew that it did little in the way of help for blood wounds. It would revitalise the body and lift disease and curse, but flesh? it could not fix flesh so easily.

The cure for flesh wounds was fast action, and time. It was a small cut in the skin in what Raelynn knew to be a painful spot to take a hit, it was that area on a woman where ribs curved out to hips. That beautiful area of flesh that was womanly and soft. Men didn’t have it, men had hard bodies, and Raelynn imagines that while a woman’s skin was soft and supple, a man’s might be tough and stringy. She knew that wasn’t exactly true, but it seemed logical in her mind.

She let the magicka flow through her and into her palms - the palms that were resting on Sjara’s soft hip. The huntress would feel warmth flow through her, and the pain would be eased. She would feel energy circling through her system with a calming effect - like how a soft ocean breeze feels on an excruciatingly hot day, or how it feels to get inside and by a fireplace after a day out in the cold. It felt good.

The rest of the party were on the attack - finishing off the Draugr. “We’re winning…” she said softly to Sjara as she let her cool blue eyes dart over to the action, she focussed on Hector, and then the Khajit. Skall was making a ruckus, as he continued to stumble drunkenly around this strange arena, his axe peppered with torn shreds of undead flesh.

The action was not yet subsiding. They were winning, but the race was far from finished. She watched as the large Draugr heaved around, swinging it’s skeletal frame around and taking charge. She also spotted that some of the smaller creatures were trying to take a swing at Sjara and herself while they were at the back. Not on her watch, she wasn’t going to get any of their disgusting slime anywhere near her, with her left hand on Sjara’s wound, she waved around her right - conjuring forth an ethereal wolf - her Familiar. It stood in front of its Mistress and Sjara, ready to take down any rogue undead which dare step into it’s space. It wouldn’t hold for long, but it would sure be long enough to get Sjara back on her feet - and hopefully it would buy them enough time for the rest of the party to clear the foes.

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

<Snipped quote by Stormflyx>

Take it an hour at a time and try not to fret about stuff until it's the day of. Trust me, I hit periods that are insanely stressful in my life, such as a couple months ago when one of the villages I work in had both water plant pumps fail and I couldn't do anything but watch people run out of water while my phone wouldn't stop ringing from that and 4 other sites all deciding to have after hours mechanical failures in the same time frame, so the only way I don't end up turning into a panic attack prone wreck is to just try and force myself to not worry about the next day and focus on what I can. It helps even knocking off little tasks!

You'll get there! Head down, one step at a time.

@Dervish

Thanks <3

How do you eat a sandwich right? One bite at a time. I feel better today, so there's that.