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Thread: Kill la Kill: The Threads of Life

She sighed and looked around, fine whatever.... She put one of his arms around her shoulder and slowly stood up, noticing a car coming toward her, ma-mako?! She asked a bit surprised just standing there and looking for a moment. Well...hey, I could use some help here... She told her with a smile happy to her friend again. Mako looked over quietly, unmm who is he? She asked putting a finger under her chin wondering, just help me please! Ryuuko was starting to struggle a bit more with him now. Mako sighed, ok then ryuuko lets go... She sleoly went over and slowly took his other arm before they slowly all went into the car, driving back home to their house. As they came back ryuuko and mako lifted him again again, that's gine, let him rest in my room then... Ryuuko sighed and laid him down on the floor, hands on hips looking down on him. is there anything you wanna do now ryuuko? The young girl looked back at her friend, don't really know, maybe I'll take a bath or something.... She replied turning to walk out, ok then I'll get the tub for you!!! Mako then ran off down the hall into the bathroom.
Thread: Kill la Kill: The Threads of Life

The day turned into twilight as the sun was setting. Diego stirred as he manage to awake. He must have been out for hours at least. However, he was still feeling really tired, but at least not flat-out exhausted and to the brim with fatigue. Deciding to use his bit of active time wisely, he looked around. He was in a basic bedroom. Light was barely on. He sighed before he sat up, still feeling on empty. Awake now then? he heard a voice said. Diego turned around and saw Senketsu relaxing on a chair. Yeah, Diego said as he was holding his head. How did you do it? Fix me I mean? he asked in a serious tone. The needle. It was called the Grand Fiber Needle. I think enough of you survived to where I just knew what to do. The needle guided me... though my hand injuries was due to the substandard hands I have, he said. That spark from Ryuko was part of your spirit awakening you in the outfit, he added. Where is she? he asked.
Thread: Kill la Kill: The Threads of Life

Hey ryuuko!! It's ready!! Mak called out in the hall as ryuuko was sitting down on the couch watching the clouds out the window. The young girl turned and walked down the hall, hey thanks a lot mako... She said with the other girl just giggling happily, your always welcome... The young brown headed girl walked off into the living room where she just was with ryuuko looking around for a moment with a sigh before she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind, stripping down and climbing in, sitting down in the hot water and giving another sigh of relaxation. Ryuuko could easily relieve some stress doing this and it always helped her to be calm.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

The great continent of Tamriel had seen much upheaval over the last two hundred years. The Aldmeri Dominion had risen to break apart the Empire that had ruled the land for centuries, and proven their dominance in the Great War that alienated Skyrim from Cyrodiil. Black Marsh had long seceded from the Empire to be their own country, with many of them being tired of both men and mer telling them how they should do things. In the city of Gideon, which had once been the Imperial capital, a young man named Gold-Heart was lusting for adventure. He wanted to go to strange lands and be his own man, and when he became an adult, that is exactly what he did. Leaving the balmy swamps of his homeland behind, he had stepped forward into the frozen northern lands of Skyrim. Life in this land was not easy for anyone, but the shunning of his race by many Nords made it even more difficult. It was this rejection of him as a person based solely on his race that angered Gold-Heart and inspired him to want to be the greatest warrior that he could be. He would become skilled in battle and prove his merit by the laws of the land, and those straw-headed barbarians would have no choice but to respect him. Of course, before he could begin this quest, he would need to establish a base of operations. Gold-Heart planned to buy a house in Whiterun, but for now, he was living beneath the sawmill in Riverwood. He chopped wood for a living and gave it to Hod, who gave him money in return that he could put toward the house. Gold-Heart was not much of a striking figure, with barely more than rags for clothes and only an Imperial Sword hanging by his side that he had found in the wilderness after a Stormcloak attack. But deep within him, he knew he was a warrior, and he was going to prove it. He raised his axe and cleaved the piece of wood in two with a single swing, a technique he had perfected through hours of hard work. He was so close to affording his own home, and he only needed a bit more money to make it happen. He continued to chop the wood, making a small pile next to him that he could turn in to Hod. The road had not been easy, but he would not be denied of what he had begun to see as his destiny.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

Skyrim had been my peoples home for generations. I, being a werewolf, was not above going off on my own to explore. People expected it. I had traveled a long way from my home in the high mountains near the snowy cliffs to see the world further beyond. I was not much of fighter, but I never left without my bow and arrows. They were simple but in my hands they were deadly. I found myself close to Riverwood and thought about finding work. I needed some more money. I didn't have a whole lot but I had a good feeling about this place. I kept myself hidden in dark clothes that covered my marks. People tended to get edgy think and or knowing I was werewolf. But I was different from others. My clan had figured out to change at will. And we had a better control over our wolf forms than most. I smiled at a passerby and he smiled back at me. Where might I find work? He answered me quietly and pointed at the blacksmith shop. I think maybe the blacksmith was looking for help. I smiled and nodded my thanks. I turned and headed that way, passing the mill.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

Gold-Heart continued to chop wood until mind-afternoon. When he was done, he brought all of the wood to Hod. Quite a bit you're bringing me this time. Let's see what you got. After sorting the wood, he handed him a bag full of Septims. You did good, and I hope this will help. Gold-Heart smiled and walked off to sleeping quarters to count out the gold. Added together with what he had accumulated, he now had ten thousand Septims, which was more than enough to buy a house, from what he had heard. Putting all of his gold in a bag, he did his best to put it on his body in a way that was not conspicuous. As he was walking toward the exit of Riverwood, he passed a stranger in dark clothes and gave him a nod in greeting. He took one last look at the town that he had spent the last month in, and then started on the road to Whiterun. The cobblestoned path led him through beautiful prairie until he could see the city in the distance. Gold-Heart walked up the path and entered through the large double doors. There were buildings on either side, and people were walking through the streets in a hustle that he was not used to seeing in sleepy Riverwood. As he was heading down the street, a man with blonde hair approached him, and he was fully expecting to hear something like lizards aren't allowed in this town. Instead, the man seemed surprisingly cordial. Hail, stranger. Gray-Mane or Battle-Born? A confused look crossed Gold-Heart's face. I'm sorry, but I don't understand the question. Those Gray-Mane scum want to support the traitor, Ulfric Stormcloak, in his bid to secede Skyrim from the Empire. However, we Battle-Borns are loyal to the Empire and would gladly die in its defense. So, I ask you again Gray-Mane or Battle-Born? I don't get into local politics, sorry. Gold-Heart pushed past the man and continued down the street to an open-air market. He went up a flight of stairs and then another flight of stairs to reach Dragonsreach, the austere castle overlooking the town. He had heard stories of a former Jarl of Whiterun capturing a dragon within its walls, and whether this was true or simply Nord bravado, it made for a great story. Gold-Heart made his way up the stairs and opened the doors to enter. He would need the Jarl's permission to buy property within the hold, so he hoped that the man was in a good mood.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

Blue Moon passed by many shops and people. He nodded his head at each in greeting. When he got to the Blacksmith shop, he noticed a man working at the leather stool. Hail. The man looked up and smiled. Hail friend. I am Alvor. What can I help you with? Weapons, armor? Blue Moon shook his head and bowed his head slightly. He was a tad shy when it came to talking to people. But he needed money to continue his exploration of the world outside his home range. I was hoping I could...that is, I'm looking for work and was told you may need help. Alvor nodded and smiled. You are correct. I am behind on my orders. However, I need someone who can work with skins. He looked at Blue Moon up and down, making him squirm a little. Blue Moon gathered his courage and looked the man in the eye. I have quite a bit of experience with making leather and clothes. I am a fast learner and would be of help to you if you give me the chance. Alvor nodded at the lad. He DID need the help and this boy looked like he may have what it takes. He made a decision. You prove to me you can do the work and I will hire you for a short time. Blue Moon smiled and sat at the small stool. There was already a half done piece of large skin on the rack. He picked up the sharp blade next to the rack and cleaned it before going to work. He pulled the blade over the fur and shaved it off in small easy strokes. His hands worked gently to remove all the fur from the hide so it can be made into something else. It would be easier to do if he took off his cloak, but he didn't want the human to see his marks. They were a dead give-a-way as to what he was. Once he was done, he searched for Alvor, who seemed to have gone inside for a drink. The man looked at him as he entered the rest area in the room. Yes? I finished... Alvor got up and both of them went out to the skin rack. The human looked over the work and turned to Blue Moon. It is fine work. Now I want to see if you can turn it into a leather helmet. Blue Moon nodded and went to work as Alvor went to the forge to work on another project. Blue Moon knew how to do all these things from his father. He was never one for such work, being more of healerhunter, but if it got him money he would do it for a short time.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

Gold-Heart strode down the hallway, heading for the Jarl, who was seated upon his throne. To his left was a man dressed in nice clothing that looked like his Steward, and to his right was an armed and armored Dark Elf that was probably some kind of bodyguard. Gold-Heart had a distaste for Dark Elves because of their cruelty to his ancestors, and her eyes watching him like a hawk did not help matters. He turned his head and stopped near the throne of the Jarl. Jarl Balgruuf, I am Gold-Heart. I would like to apply for citizenship within your Hold. The Jarl studied him carefully with eyes that seemed to have the wisdom of the ages. You look a little rough, Argonian. Have you come from the docks in Windhelm? No, sir. I've been living in Riverwood for the past year. I spent most of my time as a woodcutter. That is a noble profession. Do you have plans to seek employment within the Hold? Admittedly, I do not. I wish to seek my fortune and test my skills as an adventurer, with Whiterun as my base of operations. I wish to be a warrior that Nords themselves envy for my prowess in battle. Balgruuf laughed after he had said this, but it was a laugh tinged with approval instead of scorn. That is a most worthy goal indeed, Argonian. There are many who disparage your kind in this land, but you sound as if you have the soul of a Nord within you. It is a brave path that you wish to tread, and if you are successful, you will find much honor and glory awaits you. I have a notion that you will succeed, and I would like Whiterun to have the honor of being your first home. Your request for citizenship is hereby granted to you. Gold-Heart was filled with joy at these words. As a citizen, I would like to request a house here in Whiterun. I have the money with me and can pay up-front. Jarl Balgruuf turned to his Steward. Proventus, we have a house for sale within the Hold, don't we? Yes, it's a nice place called Breezehome next to my daughter's shop in the Plains District. For a tidy sum of 5000 Septims, it can be yours, Mr. Gold-Heart. Just Gold-Heart is fine. I have the money. He counted out 5000 Septims, and Proventus had someone bag it for him. For an additional 1800 Septims, I could have it furnished to the best that it can be. Gold-Heart was a bit nervous about this one acquisition eating up most of his hard-earned money, but he considered it to be an investment in his future. I'll take you up on that. He counted out 1800 more, and put the sack with the remaining 3200 Septims back in his pants. It will take a few hours to get the deed drawn up and your house furnished. You may remain at Dragonsreach until then. Gold-Heart nodded and took a seat at the dining table. He had waited a month for this moment, so what was a few more hours? He watched as people bustled around, and was looking forward to this new lease on life in Skyrim.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

Blue Moon did his best to do as Alvor bid. He worked until the sun was setting and the light began to fade. He had no trouble seeing in the dark, but the human didn't need to know that. So he looked over the helmet one last time and took it Alvor to inspect. Hmm. Good lines, nice balance. It's a fine piece. Ok then... He looked at Blue Moon, who only now realized he hadn't told the human his name. Blue Moon, sir. My name is Blue Moon. The blacksmith smiled and nodded. Then placed the helmet on one of the empty hooks behind the sales counter. I can use you. Be here tomorrow at sun rise. Blue Moon nodded and left the blacksmith shop. He turned toward the wooded area. He didn't need to spend what little money he had on a room at an Inn. He went into trees a ways until he was sure he wouldn't be seen, then he undressed and left his belongings hidden under a bush and changed into his wolf form. His hair became fur as silver blue as the moonlight, his different colored eyes piercing the night and highly sensitive noise picking up on all the smells around him. He wouldn't go far but he needed to hunt. A rabbit or small creature of some kind perhaps. Nothing big. He had learned the hard that you NEVER hunt big game unless you had others to share it and could finish it off quickly. He smiled inwardly when he caught a scent. A male rabbit, not yet mated, was near by. Totally unaware of his fate this night. Blue Moon crouched low and made his paws shuffle the ground so the dirt would get into his pads and muffle his movements. He edged closer and closer, keeping his ears perked for any noise that may give him away. The rabbit bent his head to nibble on the grass at it's feet. Blue Moon crept even closer, then stopped when the tall ears of the rabbit went up. He too listened. A sound came from the path nearby. Footsteps. Then nothing. Whoever it was had walked by and headed into town. Blue Moon had his attention back on the rabbit. Dinner is served. Then once the rabbit had it's head down, he leapt forward, mouth agape, teeth barred, claws out. The poor creature didn't have a chance. Blue Moon savored the taste as he tore into the flesh and licked away the blood to get to the good parts. The warm meat was a godsend to his empty stomach and he enjoyed every last bit of it. Before long, his dinner was gone and he licked the remains of the blood from his fur. He yawned and went back to his hiding place near the tree and bush his clothes and bag were hidden under. Laying his head on his paws he aloud himself to drift into a light sleep.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

Blue Moon stretched as the sun started to chase the coolness from the night away. He yawned and changed back into his human, got dressed and gathered his bag from its hiding place. Moving with a grace bestowed upon him by the wolf in him, he made his way to Alvors forge. The man was sitting at the round fire pit, a small piece of metal in one hand while the other worked the fire. Hail Alvor. Nice morning. Alvor turned to him and grinned. Hail Blue Moon. And yes it is. Are you ready for work? Blue Moon nodded and sat at his place at the skin rack. He cleaned the tools and began his daily work of de-furring and stretching furs. Tomorrow he would make them all into armor or some such things. But today was purely for the cleaning and prepping. By the end of the week, Blue Moon had five full sets of leather armor, half a dozen sward and dagger holders and three very nice looking and sturdy arrow holders all on display in Alvors shop. He had made enough money to get him to the next town and was more than ready to move on. He never liked staying in one place for too long. Alvor approach him and handed him a little pouch with coins in it. Blue Moon held the bag, bounced it and looked at Alvor in question. It was too much. This was NOT what they had agreed on. And he didnt like to cheat people. Alvor shook his head and smiled. Youve earned it. Now get... before I change my mind and tie you the forge. You are good Blue Moon and I would like to keep you a bit longer. But I know what its like to want to wander for a time. If you ever need work again and are close, come see me. Blue Moon didnt have words to say, so he just smiled and nodded and then turned to walk away. He needed to visit the General Store before he headed out. He needed a better, bigger, bag. His was old and worn down and he never WHAT he would find along the way. Greetings stranger. How can I help you today? Blue Moon looked around and found what he was after. I would like that bag, please. How much? The merchant smiled and pulled down the larger bag from the display and read its tag. Blue Moon nodded and counted out the right amount of coins needed. He did the calculations in his head and knew he would need to do something when he got to the next town if he was to afford the prices for his re-supply at the larger city of Whiterun. The big cities tend to be more expensive. And he would need more supplies by then. He left the shop and headed out of town in the direction of Whiterun. By his estimates, he would reach it in three days time if he staid a bit off the worn path. He never liked running into people and he liked it so much better to travel in the trees than on the roads.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

The carriage pulled up to the large city of Solitude and parked at the stables outside of the main gates. Gold-Heart climbed down and turned to the carriage driver. Thank you for the ride. You're welcome. Look me up again in Whiterun if you ever need transportation again. He turned his carriage around and began the trek back to the city. Gold-Heart turned and made his way toward the large double doors that represented the main gate of the city. He pushed them open and entered into the city, looking around at the famous capital. To his surprise, a small crowd had gathered and were shouting and jostling each other. He turned to see that what had the crowd all fired up was a public execution. The man to be executed was on his knees, and the headsman was holding his large axe at attention as he waited for the cue to do his job. At the front of the stage was a man in a guard uniform issuing a statement to the crowd. This man, Raggvir, has committed treason against Skyrim and her people. He opened the gate to allow the traitor Ulfric Stormcloak the escape the city after the murder of High King Torygg. The city of Solitude has found him guilty of being complicit in the crime, and his sentence is death! There was no murder! Raggvir protested, trying to look as dignified as he could from his kneeling position, Ulfric challenged the High King to single combat and won, as is the way of Skyrim, and all true Nords! The crowd was having none of it, and he was pushed back down upon the block. May the gods have mercy on you, Raggvir. The headsman took up his position, raised his axe, and then brought it down in a way that cut Raggvir's head clean from his body. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say, Gold-Heart heard one citizen say. Others were more solemn and silent, and the crowd started to disperse now that the spectacle was over. Gold-Heart turned away, mixed feelings in his heart over what he had just witnessed. He walked through the streets, catching sight of the Bard's College to his left as he headed down the main street. At the end of the street was the Blue Palace, where the Jarl was ruling from, and Castle Dour, which was being used by the Legion as a headquarters for the Civil War. After he was done sightseeing, Gold-Heart went into several shops before he found a map of the area. Several landmarks and locations had been marked upon it, and he was looking forward to exploring these areas. He pocketed the map and left the city before taking it back out again. One location known as Northwatch Keep had been marked out clearly, and though it was far away from the city, it seemed as good a place as any to start. Gold-Heart decided that he would walk the distance so that he could get used to wearing and moving around in the armor. With his destination in mind, he began heading west for the keep.
Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

After Blue Moon finished his meal, he cleaned himself of all traces of blood and went back to his bag and clothes. He shifted back into his mostly human form and dressed. He stretched and cracked his neck and sighed happily. He would enjoy his walk and just take it easy until night fall. Walking along side the road, but not on it, Blue Moon listened to the world around him. He could hear all kinds of creatures going about their own lives. He liked this a lot. He never got out much at home and was never aloud to go much further than the Healer's cave in the middle of his pack's territory. So being free to wonder as he pleased was a nice feeling. He was starting to hum to the rhythm of the forest, when he noticed another sound. A catchy one. Someone else was singing. Blue Moon turned his head and grinned. It was a man strumming an instrument and singing a song, he had never heard before. It sounded like something to do dragons. That got Blue Moon's attention. Dragons? Alive? He went to the road and waited for the man to get closer. Hail Friend. What is it you are singing about? The man smiled and bowed in flourish. Dragons, stranger. Dragons are back in Skyrim. The Dragon Born has been spotted near The College of Winterhold. Blue Moon tilted his head and wondered what kind of person this Dragon Born would be. What better way, than a bard? Blue Moon got out a couple of coins and held them out to the man. I would like to hear more... The man smiled, took the coins and started to strum on his instrument. Our hero, our hero Claims a warrior's heart I tell you, I tell you The Dragonborn comes With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes Beware, beware the Dragonborn comes For the darkness has passed And the legend yet grows You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn's come Blue Moon knew he would be humming this tune for a while. It was catchy and had a good rhythm. When the man got done, Blue Moon clapped and bowed his thanks. Thank you. I wish you good travels. The bard smiled and bowed back. To you as well, friend. The bard went on his way, starting a new song and leaving Blue Moon to his own thoughts once again. He continued on his way to Whiterun and was unaware that he had began to match his stride with the Dragon song.