Mead and Maces

New Accounts!

I am ready!

Kraldier’s new blog is:

vigilantstormcloak.tumblr.com

Alau’s new blog is:

toothysmirk.tumblr.com

Go follow them or else…I’ll just follow you…AHAHA.

I was also lazy with the pictures, cause I just want to RP GDI.

Semi-Reboot but not really.

In the end, I decided a lot of things are going to change. No, my characters will not forget yours.

Except for: Dominic Grohiik, and Shai’a’in (hope I spelt his name right). Anything that ever happened involving them never happened for either characters. I have a reason for this; it is OOC for Alau to not interact with them, and I feel like those two relationships are no longer necessary for him as a character. I also botched them up. And, it’s just weird and un-needed cause I don’t RP with those mods anymore, and I think one left(?). But, either way. My reasons.

This account will be deserted; I am making two new ones for both Alau and Kral. Expect, them to be ready…sometime tomorrow if all goes well. I am still recovering from my trip back home, and do not want to stress myself over this XD;

I’ll finish up one or two rps on here? And, move some over to the new blog. (This is mainly for Mordas with Maria~ Mah bby.)

I’ll list some of the changes now:

  • Alau’s backstory has changed. (I will not go into it because your characters can find that out for themselves. And, I may make headcanons on new blog about it.)
  • New Werewolf headcanon; No more beast-spirit, that did my head in and I want to go back to simplicity. (Will post about those on new blog too.)
  • Plots have changed. Pretty much all of them; How Alau became a werewolf, and various things. I have talked to mods involved about how it’s changed (and, yet again i am too lazy to go in depth right now.)
  • Alau has no specialization in the Destruction School; and uses all elements. He is also rather fit. ;D But, that don’t mean healthy.
  • Lorion and Alau interactions are null and void. Because, I realized  Alau hates him far more than I ever intended. 

  Yes, most of these are for Alau, cause he was my first character here. And, I le durped with him and it was weird. So, now I am fixing him up! Hurrah!

Morndas

theraunchypriest:

meadandmaces:

The mer ran his tongue over his teeth for a moment. The faint idea occurred to him that he could always just kill Anders, bite into him and taste his flesh and blood. But, he was not a dog. No. He was not.

“Then I hope you don’t mind how rough I am,” Alau purred, long fingers wrapping around the priests robes as he pulled them off over his head. Letting go to let the priest discard it, and so his hands could rest against the man’s hips. He also thought for a moment, maybe he could just sleep with the man. And, then interrogate him later. But, that would be rather cruel of him, he supposed.

A grin now spread across the Altmers face. Hands sliding down to Anders thighs, clenching tight as he lifted them in an attempt to get Anders on his back. Because, it wasn’t like he cared about Anders opinion. 

Anders’ breath hitched as the Altmer pushed him back. Well, rough suited him just fine. He kept his gaze on the ceiling, trying fervently to keep his breathing stable. He really expected to coerce the mer a little more, but this was just splendid. It meant he could spend less energy painfully persuading and more energy sucking the man off and taking it in. And when it was an Altmer, well…

It was a wonderful exchange—a win-win exchange.

“I look forward to it,” he said finally, arching his back slightly. The priest smirked, keeping his gaze on him as he rested his feet on his shoulders. “Go on, then, go play.”

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Morndas

theraunchypriest:

meadandmaces:

The Altmer watched carefully; wondering how to proceed with this business. He had to somehow force whatever truth the priest was hiding out of him, but how to get to it?

“It’ll be up to you whether you keep your silence or not,” Alau almost purred, stepping over to the bed; looking down at Anders as he continued to speak, “So, how would you like me? I can’t exactly remember.”

“Hm, in that case, I think we’ll be having quite a bit of fun,” he drawled back. “And ah, that’s a pity—it escapes me also. Perhaps I was merely too…excited.” He smirked, standing up and running his finger lightly down the square the mer’s jaw. There was something strangely alluring about him—whether it was the curse or his own personal preference was something he wasn’t quite sure about.

“There are few Altmeri men strutting about, you see,” the priest said finally, tugging at the mer’s clothes gently. “So I try to catch the few I can. With that being said, you can play the game however you like, I won’t complain.”

The mer ran his tongue over his teeth for a moment. The faint idea occurred to him that he could always just kill Anders, bite into him and taste his flesh and blood. But, he was not a dog. No. He was not.

"Then I hope you don’t mind how rough I am," Alau purred, long fingers wrapping around the priests robes as he pulled them off over his head. Letting go to let the priest discard it, and so his hands could rest against the man’s hips. He also thought for a moment, maybe he could just sleep with the man. And, then interrogate him later. But, that would be rather cruel of him, he supposed.

A grin now spread across the Altmers face. Hands sliding down to Anders thighs, clenching tight as he lifted them in an attempt to get Anders on his back. Because, it wasn’t like he cared about Anders opinion. 

hey guys, followers, I have a question for you

theraunchypriest:

dovahkiin-kora:

championgaelle:

stringbeansandsnowberry:

relic-of-blackmarsh:

ianthetheorc:

ephyra-the-eighth:

brienne-the-thief:

dovahkiin-emmaline:

(( What do you do like for a living or just on a day to day basis?

I’m an overworked university student that needs to study more. 

HBU? ))

(( I’m a high school senior with not enough free time xD ))

(( Doing school work. But sketch the majority of the day. I can never get away from drawing stuff. ))

((Final year uni student, looking for my next course whilst doing my dissertation.))

[nervous and socially awkward freshman in HS, doodlin’ and worrying about my looks allllll day.]

((College freshman, Theater Major. Usually can be found procrastinating about everything or being horribly disorganized or sitting in my dorm room alone becasue screw social lives.))

[Recent college graduate with a degree in the arts, living with father and older sister. Currently working at a one-hour photo lab to save up enough money to relocate to a larger city. Seeking a job in a museum or art organization, and/or a long-term artist residency. Social life nonexistent.]

(( Former college student waiting to transfer to a new university in the spring and currently working a 52 hour week at a warehouse for Limited Brands. Living with mom and her boyfriend. And cats. ))

((I am a graphic arts major in my second year. I procrastinate a lot. I do my hw assignments literally one hour before they are due. I have a great GPA for the effort I put in… I am also very numb lately; I think it’s that shift from child to adult? I just feel like out all the parts in my life, this is one where I have no ambitions, no hopes, nothing. Or I do, but I just don’t feel them anymore.))

((I just finished High School. Waiting for my ATAR results that will determine whether or not I get into the uni course I want. Committed to my family, and really wanting a social life with my friends. But, only if they invite me out.))

Going to Malaysia tomorrow.

Going to be away for two weeks. I don’t intend to be on tumblr or on Skype either. But, I will be back for an incredibly long while afterwards.

tags → #ooc post 

Vigilant and Vampire - [Kral and Violet]

thementorandthemaiden:

Violet grit her teeth as she watch her familiar and atronach battle the stranger that attacked her without any rhyme or reason. Feu was flinging fireballs and Griffe was latched onto the man’s side and clawing at him. But, still, he kept on coming closer and closer towards the vampire he so wanted to slay.

“You’re determined, I’ll give you that,” she murmured softly, “But, I grow bored…and hungry.” Readying her shortsword and a lightening spell in her hand, the half-breed charged out of the shadows and right at the armored man. “This is for interrupting dinner,” she hissed as she blasted him with the spell and tackled into him.

Grinning, she ripped off the man’s helmet as Griffe gnawed at the man’s legs. “Pucker up, dearie,” she cooed as she sank her fangs into his neck and began drinking the blood that flowed freely.

The shock spell was enough, it coursed through his armor and he froze a paralysis taking hold of him as the sword slipped through a crack in the armor; piercing his flesh, and he fell the ground with the Vampire on top of him.

As his helm was ripped off; his torn and broken face was revealed, the mangled face framed by hair damp with sweat. And, his movement became vicious and wild as the paralysis slowly began to fade; his legs kicked at the panther, and his hand gripped at Violet trying to tear her off him, while another mailed hand simply swung repeatedly at her. Not caring for how this would hurt himself, how it would destroy his neck, because he knew he would die otherwise.

And, he was not going to die today. Not in this way.

Vigilant and Vampire - [Kral and Violet]

thementorandthemaiden:

Gritting her teeth, her frustration grew as she watched the man roll out of the way and the spells merely score a glancing blow against him. Even though she was still alive, she desperately wanted to end this little squabble and sink her fangs into the flesh of his neck. Violet rolled backwards and switched to her summoning spells and cast them behind the warrior. The two purple mists faded to reveal a flame atronach and a snarling, ethereal panther. “Feu, Griffe, kill this man,” she hissed as she stepped back into the shadows to rest herself. The atronach began hurling fireballs as the panther leaped to attack.

Kraldier ultimately ignored the threats behind him. Even as a fireball crashed into his back that propelled him forward even more, the heat in his armor rising. And, the panther that now latched onto him; dragging him down, and tearing parts of his armor. His axe and mace, coming up to slam into the ground; stopping the fall. 

Feeling the familiar tearing at his back, he wasted no time stumbling forward; the momentum making his movements ungainly, yet there was still force behind it as his axe swung upwards again.  

He had one goal in mind killing Violet. And, that’s what he was going to do. Killing her would stop the Atronach, and the familiar. He was sure of it. 

Two Old Drunks - [Jack, Alau]

thementorandthemaiden:

“Good, because if you were to complain, I’d just say oh well. My brother got it for me when were last back in Cyrodiil. Long story short, it was not a fun time, so to make up for it, he got me this pipe from a Khajit caravan we were passing,” he replied with a shrug as he puffed on the pipe.

“Ah, well, I already have to deal with everyone else at home, so you singing tunelessly and off-key would most likely warrant me punching you in the mouth for good measure.”

His eyebrow twitched ever-so-slightly at the comment about dogs. “Not in the least bit, cazzo. Reave and Carlo are getting ready to have a wedding. Violet, on the other hand, is actually dating a werewolf. What I mean is they both have green eyes, black hair, and the same behaviors and mannerisms. Just be thankful you got no kids. It’s been a rough and long twenty year slog with my kid.”

"I thought your family died? Or, is this your Black Brotherhood family?" He mused quietly, not quite sure on the specifics. Alau was never one for having or forming familial ties. Unless, necessary.  

"Ah, Lycanthropy. Bane of my life, I hate mutts. But, has she taken on your finer mannerisms? Like, the whole put knife in gullet thing?" He quipped, "And, I am thankful I don’t have any kids. No need to worry yourself there."    

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