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To be honest with herself, Ma’Zarabi didn’t want to let him go on his own. Though she was equally honest in what she had said; she absolutely did not want to get in the way of something so important to him. She cared too much.

Her face softened as her eyes lidded. With a sigh and a drop of her shoulders, Ma’Za leaned her head forward to gently nudge it against S’olomon’s. It was a gesture she treasured and shared with Eli whenever she was to leave him behind.

To the pair, it meant a lot. A farewell, a good bidding; a silent wish and hope that Ma’Za would remember. A wry and yet pained smile crept to her face, and she eventually pulled back to check on the Dagi’s efforts with breakfast.

Be More Like the Man You Were Meant to Be.

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Her eyes followed him the entire time he spoke, unwavering even when he sat down nearby. She tilted her head to one side when he finished talking, then took a breath and looked around.

Ma’Zarabi was unnervingly, unswayingly quiet for a long while after S’olomon asked his question. She almost seemed as though she wasn’t going to answer it, but eventually did - in an alarming, sudden manner.

“I think I go else,” her voice was soft, but sharp in its quick arrival. “You is learn of mama; is thing you need do...”  Reminiscent of the caravan leader, the tiny Suthay paused mid-speech to click her tongue and search for further words. She was too tired for this speaking thing right now.

“On self. Matter lots to you, Solly. Me not want be there to...eh...ruin.”

Be More Like the Man You Were Meant to Be.

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Her head nodded slowly in response to Yatul’s demands and explanation. It didn’t quite mean much to her, but she supposed it didn’t matter. Her eyes gazed nervously down to Eli, who looked back up as if sensing her concern. It only lasted a moment, but it was all she needed for comfort.

The question snapped Ma’Za out of her thoughts, causing her to glance up at the green lady. It took a bit, but she did eventually answer.

“Not think so,” she offered. “Got this dress.”

Clawed fingers tugged at the dress draped over her body in a signal. She followed it up with a shrug.

Frozen One

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(( man. people playing ESO and im sitting here like “should i” because im still at the beginning and im also kind of...bored of it despite not getting very far. maybe its more fun with friends. idk. ))

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do you portray someone who possesses the soul of a dragon, yet their body resembles that of a mortal being ? long ago was your character a great adventurer, but a specific knee injury forced them to become a guard ? perhaps your muse wishes to sing the songs of the war waging on outside their door ? maybe your character could care less about tamriel’s ancient history and only wants something to drink ? tamriel is a big place, there’s no telling who you’ll find. make it easier on yourself by joining our very own elder scrolls roleplay discord server !

R E G U L A T I O N S  ➳      

you must roleplay in the elder scrolls community independently in order to qualify for membership (indie rp, y’all).

REMEMBER, your character doesn’t have to be from the elder scrolls series !! as long as you have a verse set within any of the elder scrolls games you are welcome to join us. take note, however, that most people will wish to discuss your character in TES verse specifically.

no bullying will be tolerated. deliberate action to make someone upset or feel insecure about whatever (roleplaying related or otherwise) will result in a ban from the discord server.

if an issue arises, please do your best to settle it privately or message me and i will attempt to lend a helping hand. 

track the tag “  #scrollsnetwork  “.

the tag is for anything from promotions, starters, plots, edits, etc., but please do not spam the tag. 

you don’t have to roleplay any certain way to join. every member has their own style. what brings us together is our involvement in tes rp. 

M E M B E R S H I P  ➳

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send me an ask off anon telling me your name, age, timezone, pronouns, what elder scrolls game you roleplay in (mainly, if multiple), and what kind of character you roleplay (dragonborn, elf, imperial, jarl, etc.).

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after that, you’re all set !! i will send you a link to the discord server and you will have all access to the server as well as #scrollsnetwork.

i pinky promise this isn’t elitist at all. the elder scrolls rpc is so small compared to how big the franchise is, and i know that all of us would love an easier place to connect to one another … so come on down!! 

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The threat to Eli’s well-being snapped the Khajiit into a startled fear. Her irritable demeanor was instantly wiped away; replaced with a silent obedience. Though she was tired, pained despite the magic, and desperately missing a certain Tojay-Raht - Ma’Zarabi knew nothing else beyond Eli. His loss would potentially destroy her.

With this in mind, she followed the Orc; her blue eyes staring down at the snow in mute contemplation. A black hand touched the smokey-wolf’s head tenderly as the pair passed by; the young male rising from his haunches and walking by Ma’Za’s side.

“Sorry,” she eventually announced. Forcing herself to relax and - more importantly - speak in a manner that doesn’t hurt her head; Ma’Za opened her mouth to tease some information out of Yatul. “What know of this roo-in?”

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(( if you have any questions for me or ma’za, dont hesitate to pop them in my inbox! ))

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There was an overwhelming urge to vomit as the healing spell worked on her cracked bones and bruised skin. She almost did so, but the sensation passed when the wound had finally healed. She still looked quite pale and nauseated, but seemed better. Sort of.

The back-and-forth of the two mages fell on deaf ears - Ma’Zarabi had paid little attention to their quipping. She almost missed what Yatul said entirely, but eventually realized that the taller woman was, in fact, talking to her.

She blinked a few times, looking almost dense and unintelligent as her bleary eyes gazed back up at the Orc. She was entirely disinterested - mostly due to the pain and tiredness - and had every intention of blowing off the lady’s suggestion of “repayment”. A nagging guilt tugged at her chest, however, and Ma’Za could only sigh to herself.

Hiding no signs of grouchiness, the Khajiit grunted in a guttural manner before speaking. “I - do - not - care - about - your - “soul - gems”,” she began, brow furrowing as she attempted to word her reply as bluntly as possible. “And - I - do - not - have - shiny - circles.”

Frozen One

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travelers-alike

Robbing a bank would pass the time.

(( i mean thats not wrong but i dont think i could take all the screaming and shouting ))

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(( somebody help me im very bored sad lonely and sick ))

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Send my muse anons about their relationships

Canon ships, non-canon, OTPs you have or OTPs I have. Send them. Make my muse giddy, break my muse, make them laugh or cry. Do your best.

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Send my muse anons about their relationships

Canon ships, non-canon, OTPs you have or OTPs I have. Send them. Make my muse giddy, break my muse, make them laugh or cry. Do your best.

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Ma'Zarabi glanced around the Hall of Elements with clear curiosity. It was a warm, pretty building. For some reason, it made her miss her cave. A frown plastered her features when she realized that her wolf had waited outside.

The yelling from the mage-lady was somewhat amusing, though. She certainly had a temper. Ma'Za couldn't help but wonder what happened when she was truly mad - did she go a darker green, or did she turn red?

She was visibly startled when Yatul turned to look at her. Blue eyes darted around nervously until the other demanded information. She was panicked that her host had managed to read her mind, or perhaps Ma'Za had spoken aloud.

A puff of air - relief mixed with frustration - eased out of her chest when she realized that neither were true. Her brow furrowed in thought as a clawed hand touched along her sides; attempting to prod until it pained her. She grimaced when she found it, then stopped and held her hand over the general area.

"Ma'Zarabi," she answered. She lazily tugged off her dress, indifferent to her naked body being shown to the world. An embarrassed college student hid his head in a tome and vacated the premises.

Her thinned fur in this area helped in making the problem visible. Pink skin darkened into an ugly colour around the whole right side of her ribcage. Some of them were visible in her lithe frame; clearly misaligned or cracked.

"Hit a rock here," she announced flatly. "Fell down hill."

Frozen One

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Roses are red, Ma'Zarabi is cute. I love her entirely, and all flaws are moot.

She couldn't read.The scrap of paper had been taunting her all day; causing her more grief and headache than it was probably worth. It turns out that staring at written word every chance you got did not, in fact, cause it to suddenly make sense.It was only when someone took pity on her for not being able to make out the scribblings that she was told what it meant. The message was recited out loud, the reader beaming a polite, amused smile. Ma'Zarabi was puzzled. She tucked the paper away and mused to herself for a while, unsure what this message meant. At least she was called "cute". She could be happy with that, she supposed.

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Ma’Zarabi sat in silence; skin underneath her white fur somewhat flushed in embarrassment at Habashi’s entry. She didn’t quite understand why she was feeling this way - perhaps it was that she was vulnerable around a stranger.

Though, Habashi wasn’t really a stranger now, was she? Ma’Za stared rather bleary-eyed at the Dagi woman, taking a moment to rub her blue eyes with her fists before glancing back towards her companion.

She silently mourned the re-application of the Tojay-Raht’s armour, a playful smile tiredly tugging at her maw. A sharp breath came out of her chest; having just realized she had been holding it for a while.

“What come next, S’olly?” Ma’Za eventually asked, sniffing at the air in delight at the smell of the cooked eggs before idly scraping at her teeth with a claw.

Be More Like the Man You Were Meant to Be.