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[aerocoryn]

s i g r u n

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┊ take what you can...

((Wow just realized I derped hard man, everywhere. Sorry about that last post @___@. I knew about the dragons but I was not aware that people were already responding to it.))

Sigrun fought the urge to grimace. She was on the verge of attempting a good-natured response before a roar pierced the air and almost shook her bones. Startled, she turned back to the Argonian, eyes wide. "Shor's bones," she whispered, taking a few steps forward as she searched the skies. She caught a glimpse of a large, moving form circling the mountainside nearby. Quickly, she staggered backward and instinctively pulled out her glass bow, Eventide. She had to admit, having a weapon in her hand made her feel loads safer.

She had seen enough and if the creature dared to come closer, she'd start shooting. Instantly, she thought back to the books she'd read and the stories she'd heard. Regardless of whatever force had brought it to them, it was definitely a dragon. Another roar shook the skies. Her insides were a swirl of apprehension and drunk excitement--not unlike the feeling she often got in some of her bigger heists with contraband. It carried that same edge, that same indulgent thrill.

But this was not a heist. This was a damn dragon in the air, circling the place like a vulture, and before long she was sure it would come down and have it's fun. And while Sigrun was certainly astonished and certainly afraid, it seemed to weaken against the fire in her blood. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down in the midst of her feelings and the complete insanity of the situation. Be sober, you damn idiot.

"I can't believe it," she muttered. "What direction did it come from? If there's one, there must be more." By the old gods, despite the roars and the obvious evidence that things weren't as they should have been, she honestly wondered if this was just the remnants of some really strong skooma still playing games with her head.

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[Ghost Of The Celts]

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✠ ALISTAIR - RA ✠
"Silent-Shadow"
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Keeping his eyes on the skies furthermore while his Argonian marsh brother kept talking and more people would join the fray, the only thing Alistair was now listening to, within the wind of the blizzard, was the sound of roaring coming close and closer until he could see the darkened silhouette of the dragon in the distance. Although he could hear everyone's conversations and was probably expected to make some reply of sorts, Alistair simply kept his mouth shut since he knew better then anyone that sounds and voices would carry and that alone was the number one thing that would draw a dragon's attention. Having his point being proven, the dragon he heard from earlier was now seen swooping down above Whiterun and roared loudly as the ground underneath Alistair would rumble and shake at the thunderous bellow of the dragon. The dragon would circle around like a vulture before being tempted to attack as a series of Whiterun Guard would take out their arrows and fire upon the dragon, some arrows making contact while others simply bounced off as if it weren't even an effective move. "I suggest we all move out and take to our own now. Dragon is pissed and apparently it's a Fire Dragon. Stay alert" Alistair would warn the group as he would run about the city till he was up the stairs to the second level of the place, hiding momentarily behind a building to sort his weapons out until he had his quiver and arrows ready and bow in hand. From that moment on, Alistair would take to various houses and fire upon the dragon with his Ebony Arrows as he found clear shots to do so, feeling as if what he was doing was right and just instead of just wasting all his arrows standing like a sitting duck. He was a definite Run-And-Gun type when it came to dragons and as far as he was concerned, all the flames the dragon had burst and all the houses being set on fire weren't enough to intimidate or scare him one bit.

[TotalSkellington]

Abineil Ralban

Abineil. He was the only Altmer to survive that horrible cave. After regaining his power, he ventured into the cave, and completely obliterated them, rage fueling his Magicka. The charred bodies lay on the cave's cold floor, their screams of pain still echoing through the caves, resounding off the walls, Abineil had smirked, as he retook his staff from their leader.
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But that, was in the past. He had returned to Whiterun, and had been speaking to a guard outside about the current status of those Anti-Thalmor extremist group. He had accepted his payment, and finally realized that poor woman must have gotten lost. 'Oh well... She clearly wasn't meant to survive in Skyrim.' He thought to himself, with a shrug as he entered the city.

He was greeted moments later by a Dragon swooping down, burning everything in its sight. "Typical... I do something worthwhile, and something goes wrong." He said, taking his staff, spun it a couple of times, and prepared the Ice Spike spell. Clenching his hand, he prepared the frozen icicle. He cast it at the dragon, hoping it will at least pierce the Dragon's thick skin and scales.

Whether it did damage, or just annoyed the dragon, he would switch to a much more potent projectile spell, a self-created spell called 'Ice Lance', which really is just a more powerful Ice Spike spell.

((In terms of actual Damage, Ice Spear does 60. Ice Lance does about 75. So not that big of a damage buff. It's also double the magicka cost, so he only casts one, and returns to Ice Spike, with its "Pocket change" magicka cost.))

[Meso-The Wonderer-RP]

☬Aℓℯsandℯr Silver-Tongue

♋Conjuration Warrior♋

Gold:4289

Alesandr enjoyed spending time with Paige. Yes it was true he had been out with many women on dates and such, but only because he believed that there was someone out there for him. Most of the time however, they weren't really his type. They were more or less quiet. He wanted a strong woman, someone who could stand up and look after himselves. To help him run his mercenary company. There had been many times where he imagined his wife, whoever that may be, serving him and his boys dinner and then slapping one of them up the head for a comment and everyone laughs about it. Yea he daydreamed, but it was fun.

That was when he heard yelling outside. He was afraid that there was a brawl going on outside. It was when he heard the word dragon that he raised an eyebrow. He didn't want anything to happen to Paige so he kissed her on the cheek as he went for the door," Please wait here. I will be back when everything is ok." Before he opened the door, he looked at Belethor," If you want to be safe, I suggest that you mind your store." And with that he was gone As he put his helmet on.

When he got outside, he couldn't believe what his senses told him. He smelt ash in the air. It was hot compared to the normal chilly climate. He heard people screaming and saw buildings on fire. He couldn't let this happen to the town. he had to do something. That was when he saw it.He saw a giant creature of fearful proportions. He noticed arrows protruding from it and magic being thrown at it. So there were people trying to help. He wanted to be one of those people.

Once Alesandr located the people fighting against the dragon, he began running towards him. The one he saw was an argonian fellow. But he didn't expect to have the dragon come around and dive at him he raised his hands and a bow appeared in his hands as he let an arrow fly. As the dragon was about unleash his fire, the arrow hit his bottom jaw, causing him to stagger and as he flew over head, almost plowed into Alesandr and the argonian man. He drew a sigh of relief as he looked over to his.fellow warrior, spectral bow now disapatting," Well I hope I am not to late for the party. What happened here?" He didn't want to press him to much, and he wanted to the answer to be short and sweet, at least until the dragon was dead or gone.

Alesandr Silver-tongue

((OOC: That Argonian is you Ghost))

[aerocoryn]

s i g r u n

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┊ take what you can...

It seemed the others were beginning to take action. She heard the other argonian mention something about it being a fire dragon. Well, aside from the fact that the dragon spouted fire, how else would he know? But either way, she had no choice but to trust his words.

Her heart was racing madly. She was sure no one had scuffled with a dragon before, and consequently, no one was really aware of what it could do. Lots of people found marksmanship a rather cowardly form of combat (even more than magic, in some cases), but Sigrun found it a rather effective skill. It was quiet, subtle, and deadly. Charging towards a dragon with a sword or an axe was certainly among one of the dumbest things to do, regardless of whether it was a courageous effort or not.

Ice spears whizzed through the air, and before she knew it, they lodged themselves into the dragon. She turned her head briefly to notice a mage with his staff raised. Suddenly, she came up with an idea.

Sigrun backed up against the wall and unlatched one of her pockets. Frantically, she rummaged through needles, ferns, and small vials for a while (all the while muttering that she needed to better organize herself), until she found the poison she sought. It was one of her more potent creations, and though she was planning it for a flame atronach or something of its ilk, she figured it was probably best spent on the dragon that had landed before them. Reach magic was about the only kind of magic she knew, sadly, but it made potions and poisons even more potent than the usual. She was sure the dragon wouldn't like it one bit, and that it would facilitate their slaying it.

But would aversion to ice really last that long on so great a creature? Was it even a fire dragon, as the Argonian had said? Shakily, Sigrun reached for a few arrows in her quiver, before dipping it in the solution. She grinned at the sharp, ebony tips. Well, it was a good thing she stocked up on those, because she'd need more.

She dipped all three in the solution, before peeking through the edge of the wall and firing the arrows in rapid succession at the dragon. By the time the three were gone, she reached for four more, not even bothering to poison the latter. It was too time consuming. Hopefully, she'd hit some vital spots and stun the dragon, or allow an opening for a wider attack.

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[The Other Peace]

Eldric Blightbane
"The Jester"
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"I'm a Nord. At least I'm pretty sure I am." Eldric said jokingly. "I was however born in the deserts and jungles of Elsweyr."

As he talked, his hands moved steadily. He cleaned up the wound and wrapped just as he would any other. Once she had taken off her armor, along with several pieces of other clothing, Eldric had been distracted for a moment, but hoped she would not notice as he had quickly recovered. His face was still slightly pink though, but Arriana would likely think it was due to the heat from crackling fire.

It only took several moments before the wound had been wrapped and cleaned. Once that was done, Eldric looked up at her and smiled. "All cleaned up and ready to go." He said as he admired his handy work. Just as he finished, a man rushed into the Drunken Huntsman yelling. "DRAGONS!" The man yelled as he entered the inn. Eldric looked at Elrindr and came to an understanding with the man. Jenassa, the dark elf mercenary who always seemed to be around had already drawn her blade and exited the building.

"Sorry I couldn't take you to somewhere you could sell your things, but it appears we may have a fight on our hands." Eldric said, addressing Arianna as he drew is bow and neared the door to the outside. Just as his hand touched the handle of the door, it exploded inwards. Fire and debris filled the Drunken Huntsman, leaving Eldric unconscious.

[O.o.C.: finally posted o:
my character is heroic xD]

[Nem the tourettes zombie]

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Theme of the blinding blizzard

"No matter where you run for cover...you can never escape the children of the Night Mother!"

☼Snow finally saw the dragon strike as the others in his group among the other citizens of white run went to action or simply began seeking shelter. It was at this point Snow cursed the fact he had no ranged weaponry or magic to speak of. He decided it was best to stay out of the way of the dragons wrath until he found something he could use. He noticed the corpse of a whiterun guard on the ground..it seemed flaming debries was the cause of death. He ran over to the corpse and quickly took the guards bow and his quiver full of simple steel arrows. They would have to do. He quickly strapped the quiver onto his back and took the Bow in hand, his glass sword and dagger already sheathed, and began running back to where the darker argonian and some of the others he was unfamiliar with went. He soon stopped by a building and began taking aim at the dragon, shooting arrow after arrow at it. the shots were a bit sloppy since he never cared that much for bows...but they were at least going in the right direction.☼

[Ghost Of The Celts]