Skyrim Valentines Day PoemBlood Dragons are green
Some orcs are too
I'd lockpick every lock
and gives the items to you.
I'd slay every dragon,
Id give you my gold,
I'd kill every foresworn,
I'll always be yours to hold.
I'd forge all your armor,
I would sharpen your blad
I'd tighten your bow,
I'd save you from every bandit raid.
FUS RO DA baby!
Have a superb Valentines Day!
Skyrim Profiler v.2It's time for all of Elder Scrolls fan community to get to know your character in Skyrim.More Like This
NOTE: Based on a rp with my friend mentioned in the description. She got me hooked on Skyrim and helped develop my character, Crysta. I needed to have her character involved in thanks for what she did. For the format of your own profile, scroll down.
Name: Crysta Dark Frost
Race: Half Nord, half Imperial, later werewolf.
Age: 19 years
Date of Birth: 4E 184, 10th of Second Seed
Path (Warrior, Mage, or Thief) : Thief
Family: Late mother, Freyir Dark Frost; late father, Remus Amal; cousin, Ulfric Stormcloak. Husband, Vilkas. Has children much later. Friends, Etrand and Balimund are considered as part of her family.
Faction(s): Stormcloaks, Companions, The Circle, Dark Brotherhood, Thieves' Guild.
Titles (Like Faction titles, alter ego, even name Dovahkin) : Nightingale, Agent of Dibella, Bard, Shadow Warrior, A
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The fortress of Fort Dawnguard was massive, far more so than any military structure he'd seen. But having spent many days here already, he knew his way around. So it didn't take him long to get to where he needed to be. He approached an old wooden door that led to one of the balconies on one of the fort's many towers. Once outside, he briefly shivered over being exposed to the night-time's cold air, but that was diminished by the awe he felt over looking up at the sky and seeing the auroras.
It brought a smile to his face
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"Okay, now I'm sure you're all wondering why I brought you to the library. Well, here's why. Your social skills suck!" Lord Death pointed a giant finger at the room accusingly. "We really need to work on that you guys." He sighed. "So I devised a clever plan, with the help of Spirit, that I think just might work."
"This can't be good. Working on social skills in the library sound like a bad plan already." Soul leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"Quiet before I karate chop you Soul. I should make you go first for that." Lord Death shook his finger in Souls uninterested face. "Now everyone has to play, so no complaining. We're going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Get your items ready everyone."
Liz and Patty made their way around the room with a large basket collecting everyone's item. "I'd really rather not play this game, can't I learn social skills another way?" Death the Kid pleaded with his father.
"No, You'll play and you'll like it, just like any normal boy
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She darted through the shadows, barely slowing to take note of how the flickering florescent light of the jazz clubs and dive bars played with her own shadow. The crowd parted for her and the flowed back together, milling in restlessness or confusion. One didn’t expect someone like her to be on her own at this time of night but she was and it was worth it. Her bonded companion had given her this night to do what she wanted. If only had had turned out better. What she had thought was a simple gathering of the stray kind, had turned sour. And now she was on the run, darting for safety.
She slowed, just enough to dart a look over her shoulder and cursed her limited color vision. It was best to keep running and warn her companion before the copper was onto him.
Down one alley and then a right turn that had her slipping on the slightly icy sidewalk. She recovered just in time, taking advantage of the gap in traffic. The broad was just