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“WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED, SCOURGE! GIVE UP!”

The moons Masser and Secunda were at their fullest, bathing the clearing in muted light, enough to see fairly well. Girvosi stood, surrounded by what must have been at least a couple dozen bandits. Perhaps more, among the trees. It was hard to say at this point.

She’d been expecting it for a while, honestly. Raze a few bandit dens to the ground and you’re bound to piss off some of them. The Dunmer was more shocked it took them this long to organize an ambush on her.

“You’ve had your fun long enough, Scourge! We’re gonna take your head and put an end to your myth!�� one of the bandits, a big Orc, pounded his chest. “People say there’s no body under that armor. Only a soul. I intend to prove them wrong!”

Girvosi (or as the outlaws knew her, the Ebon Scourge) calmly drew her blade, the flame enchantment crackling to life. “What people say about me is no concern of mine,” she replied, “but if you wish to rush headlong to your deaths, I will oblige you.”

“HA! Big talk for someone caught in an ambush! We’ve been preparing for you, Scourge! We know all about your fire magic!”

“Is that so?” Girvosi took a relaxed stance, “So you’ve taken precautions against my magic. Smart. Tell me, though…”

Slowly, she looked around. “Did you also account for dragon fire?”

The leader paused. “…that’s…you’re bluffing! She’s bluffing! She can’t possibly stop all of us! GET HER!”

The bandits charged forward, weapons drawn, and Girvosi turned her attention to the group directly in front of her. Taking a deep breath, she spoke the words.

“YOL…TOOR…SHUL!”

A massive fireball burst forth in front of her, incinerating everything in its path, including the bandits. Several charred corpses fell to the ground, causing the rest of the charge to skid to a stop.

“THE THU’UM! It’s the Thu’um!”

“It can’t be…Dragonborn?!”

She turned her attention back to the leader, who looked horrified. Yet he managed to muster up some bravado, roaring. “WE OUTNUMBER HER! SHE CAN’T STOP US ALL!”

Casting a flame cloak spell upon herself, Girvosi got to work, wielding both spell and sword to cut down each bandit. They were already shaken, and poorly organized. It didn’t take long to thin their numbers. The remaining attackers were much more wary, hesitant to approach.

The leader growled. “Damned useless…FINE! I’ll do it myself!” Wielding a hefty battle axe, he charged.

Girvosi was more careful with him; he was the ringleader for a reason, after all, and she made a habit of not underestimating her opposition. She would have to wait for an opening with this one.

The clash of weapons rang through the air, and the Ebon Scourge watched her opponent. He was clearly getting tired, and more careless.

There.

Dodging his swing, Girvosi thrust her sword forward, piercing his chest. His eyes went wide, and he dropped his axe is shock, blood trickling out of his mouth.

“It will take far more than this to kill me,” she replied coolly, “but I will grant you; you came closer than most. For this, I grant you a warrior’s death; no magic. Just a blade.”

Pulling her blade out of his chest, she spun and slashed at his neck, taking his head off in a single stroke.

Any bandits that remained fled almost immediately, running for their lives after witnessing their leader fall.

Girvosi took a moment, breathing in deeply. It was unlikely that they would try anything like this in the near future. Sheathing her sword, she made her way through the woods, looking for a decent spot to set up camp for the night.

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wow that's a nice inflexible honour code you've got there. i can't wait to see it broken under immense pressure, and you along with it.

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I get a lot of entertainment thinking about how containers are used in video games sometimes.

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» send me ↕ + your muse’s height

I will compare your muse’s height to mine using this website.

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I was looking up weapon names from mythology, trying to think of something badass to call Girvosi’s sword, and…

I kinda like this one.

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For someone with so intimidating a persona, Girvosi remains an entire 5’4”.

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Can you imagine being a low level enemy in a world with a high level dragonborn

Minding your own business and all of a sudden a dark souls health bar pops up in your vision

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I have GOT to learn how Source Filmmaker works, so I can grab a model with the ebony armor set and take pictures with different poses and stuff.

You know what all games should have? A dedicated screenshot mode.

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SEND ME A SYMBOL(S) FOR WHAT YOU’RE INTERESTED IN people struggle with plotting so i figured making it into an askbox thing could help! 

DYNAMICS: ✭ friends to lovers ★ rivals to lovers ✦ enemies to lovers ♡ found family ♣ rivals ❦ reluctant allies  ❖ platonic ☢ slowburn  ➤ love at first sight π partners in crime SITUATIONS ☁ one muse saves the other’s life  ☼ one muse (or both) is a single parent  ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm  ☤ one muse having to patch the other up  ❦ put together through a common goal  ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together  ♁ our muses are neighbors  ➽ one muse doesn’t have anyone else to turn to  SETTINGS ✚ crossover between our fandoms ☽ sender’s verse in receivers fandom ☾ receivers verse in sender’s fandom ☯ alternate universe / separate fandom than both muses are in

ODDLY SPECIFIC ⌲ one muse is supposed to kill/hurt the other but falls for them instead ✖ our muses work together and there’s a lot of tension and maybe we do the only one bed plot idk ＋ reporter/vigilante dynamic ∇ nurse/vigilante dynamic  ✿ innocent muse/morally grey dangerous muse  ❥ asshole/the one person they’re nice to ♛ bodyguard/person they’re protecting ◐ arranged marriage/match ◎ fake dating ¶ roommate AU ۞ one night stand turns into many and now we’re just kinda not sure what we are ❁ friends with benefits maybe some pining  © unrequited love except it isn’t unrequited ✡ unrequited love and it’s actually unrequited  ♖ i dated you to get back at someone in my life but i’m developing real feelings oh no ♮one night stand only to later learn we’re gonna be in some sort of setting together (professor/student, co-workers, etc)  ✏ we used to date and something didn’t work out but now you’re here and i’m still in love

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Icoooooons

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“And what manner of place is this, I wonder…”

Girvosi stood slowly, gaining her bearings. She’d been sucked through some sort of portal, and was now in wholly unfamiliar surroundings.

Resting a hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword, she took a moment to orient herself, then began proceeding in a direction, hoping to find answers.

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The faceless characters of today is Black Knight from Fire Emblem

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Did not realize asks weren’t turned on, fixed now.

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Another one of Girvosi’s inspirations.

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Girvosi once had an older brother named Sevilo, and she was essentially raised by him since both of their parents passed on suddenly. They were inseparable, and both interested in Dwemer artifacts. Girvosi became an explorer delving into ruins, while Sevilo became a scholar, seeking out books and research on the lost civilization.

Sadly, it was not to last; a group of Nords falsely accused Sevilo of theft, and took “justice” into their own hands, beating him nearly to death while Girvosi was away. He managed to hang on long enough to see his sister again, who arrived back the next day, but succumbed to his injuries soon after.

Something in Girvosi died that day. But something else was also born; something dark and vengeful.

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Had to put her in something fancy at least once.