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The Road Ahead. (serious RP)


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This is an RP for any travelers or explorers going through cyrodiil

(fade in the sun is high in the sky on a beautiful day, a few sleepy clouds drag shadows along the lush green fields of grass. Our tale begins in a peaceful meadow with a small creek running through it.) enter SirKennyR in slightly tattered armor, give or take a few blood stains of his own and his fallin foes, a sword hangs in its sheath and a shield rests on his back. his fingers are blacked and burned from the sheer intensity of the spells he had been using in battle. His sapphire ring glistens in the sunlight and his golden sapphire encrusted circlet seems heavy on his head, both are signs of nobility, but at that moment the look on his face doesn't seem noble his blond fair hair normally seemed to not flow with the wind like it normally did, and his expression gave on the feeling of a man in deep thought, nearly regret. This is the look of a man who has lost his purpose, so he travels back home to High Rock, wandering if adventure would ever find it's way back into his heart, he looks to the sky and at his surroundings and finds a shard of hope and speaks "by the divines today is a glorious day." he keeps walking down the path hoping that perhaps he will meet another traveler on the road.
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The road she chose was a long one and the sun beat mercilessly on her back. Though she used to love the warmth of Cyrodiil the cold of Skyrim had got to her bones and she had begun to love it as much as the nords. She walks on, her boots scraping along the road as he get more weary. Wolf trots along at her side, panting. He had still not quite managed to shed the winter fur he had grown in Skyrim. She sees a hollow tree, shade, and walks over to it, collapsing into the shade. She draws out of her pocket some venison strips, covered with dried deer blood, and breaks it in half. The meat was chewy to her blunt teeth but Wolf ripped through it quickly. She chewed and waited for rainfall or wind to come or maybe a traveller with water. She could kill for a drop of water... and she would if she had to.

Miasmador was a dunmer, short, dark skinned with black hair and dark green war-paint covering her face. She wore worn leather armour with no jewellery, it just got in the way when you were killing people. Her weapons were an ancient nordic sword and bow, both enchanted with frost damage. Her dagger was dwarven, though thinner then most dwarves daggers. It was gold in colour with a dwemer mechanism at the top that spun when enemies were near. In the centre of tho mechanism was a blood red gem that glowed crimson whenever the mechanism spun.

She felt her eyelids drooping and in a minute she was asleep.
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As SirkennyR walked continued down the path, he noticed someone and something sitting in the shade of a rather large shade tree, he slowly and carefully walked forward, he was too exhausted to fight, and needed to be careful. he decided to try and greet this person, and hope to the 9 that they weren't a bandit with an animal companion.
"hello? Is there someone there? I mean no harm. My name is Sir Kenneth R. Russell III, and you have my word I will not attack."
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She wakes up to the sound of a voice. She jumps up, drawing her dagger then relaxes, seeing they don't mean her any harm. Desperately dehydrated she almost starts to beg him but she has dignity. "Do you have water or have you seen any streams nearby?" She can feel the sun beating down on her and she retreats back into the shade. As her eyes adjust to the light she sees a man. He seems tattered and harmless but she doesn't let her guard down, nor does she sheath her weapon.


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He views her and hears a low growl from the animal near. He answers softly and kindly to show his that he offers friendship. "yes I have a spare flask of water here, you can have it if you like, and their is a creek that runs through this meadow a bridge crosses it just not to far from here." he hands her the water. "might I ask where are you going? if we are headed in the same direction we could keep each other company." he winces slightly and holds at his side. "might I sit with you for a moment I have been travailing for the last night and day, and have not stopped to rest."
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quib pops out of behind a tree, he also was tired. he had been traveling with maismador after one of their 'adventures'
"is he safe?" he asks maismador
((and by the way sir kenny, talos has not yet ascended to god hood so at the moment it is the eight divine not nine divine :) ))
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She drinks the water, almost finishing it off. She hands it back, "Thank you, it's so hot out here." She sheathes her dagger and sits in the shade with him. "You look as if you've been in a battle. Are you alright, not injured?" She pulls out some venison strips and offers one to him and quib. "He's safe." She says. "Sir Kenneth, this is Quib. Quib, this is Sir Kenneth." She turns to Sir Kenneth. "I'm sorry, we just didn't know whether we could trust you. And the water wasn't just a trick, any longer and I think i would have shriveled up in this blasted heat. This is Wolf and I'm Miasmador." She points to the wolf like creature. In fact, he was half wolf half dog but he had the wolf's dark black fur and bright green eyes, like Miasmador. "Don't worry, he won't attack, but you don't look like you could defend yourself if he did."
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((Only eight divines if this is second era))

A high elf in adorned robes with pouches and bags holding all sorts of oddities, ingredients, and supplies would walk the path slowly as if each step had purpose. He would hold his head high and walk straight a sword at his side and a staff in his left hand that would hit the ground in unison every time his left foot touched the road. He would see travelers in the distant and approach them optimistically. It had been a day since he rested and had much to eat or drink. He arrived upon them quite obviously not trying to hide himself. He stood over six feet tall and rather thin. His eyes glowed green and seemed to be focused and full of energy. A lust for power and control could be felt from the man's presence. "Hello there. I see the weary have found a place to rest their heads may a I join you?"


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(thanks I forgot :))

SirKenny quickly turns, the wolf still growling at him. he feels slightly scared, in his mind he thinks this is great how will my noble father think of me a messenger will say sir your son is dead and he'll ask how, because of a terrible misunderstanding with a dunmers wolf. "you need not be afraid of me Argonian if you are in need of supplies and water I have enough to spare" he says greeting the argonian. *to himself* one would praise the divines for these not being common thugs or even worse assassins.
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She turns to look at the Altmer. She turns back around, muttering, "Oh brother, just what we needed. An altmer snob." She turns around and glares at the Altmer. "No, just keep walking." Then turns back around and tears at a strip of meat.


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quib shows himself in full view, he is a very tall argonian, reddish skin and a head full of spines. he is very reptilian even so for an argonian.
quib takes some water and pours it all over him. he may not be a black marsh argonian but water is still blessed.
"see maismador" quib states "i told you that we should of taken a left! cheydinhal has plenty of water and i think they would be happy to see me again" quib knew this wasn't true, due to the war he was no longer as welcome in his home again
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Sirkenny quickly puts one hand one his hilt and his other lights up with fire *to himself* I might have just a little energy left if he is knows what I know. "greetings elf" he says with a slightly hostile tone in his voice "I offer peace to you if you offer it back."
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A lion stalked the fields, moving silently through it. He had haten Skyrim for it's prejudice Nords and it's cold landscape. In Cyrodiil, Dar'Rak found the meadows good for practicing. Noticing the tree with Miasmador under it, Dar'Rak stepped forward and looked at her. His golden fur gleamed in the sunlight and his mane had grown a bit since she had last seen it. He roared in what was supposed to be a friendly tone.
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"Dar'Rak, remember I can't speak lion." She laughs and beckons for the lion to sit down.


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*I had to want adventure again* "hello there good Khajiit" still weary off the high elf and now a khajiit. Sirkenny felt as though every member of the dominion was a spy or worse and shouldn't be trusted at least as long as his orders stood and his task was still afoot
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