Daughter of the North

What Have You Done? ((Rowena//Lucas))

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 16:36:05 -0400

“I think you’re going to tell me because if you know a single damned thing about me; you know that nothing is more important to me than my family. And anyone that hurts my family pays for it. And I know that there is a grieving husband back in Windhelm who would like nothing more than to have … a little chat with you. Tell me where she is and I’ll let you walk away. Or I’ll let Ralof beat it out of you. I have no qualms either way.”

Her bow arm didn’t even falter, she kept her arm steady, ready to release it if he made a move, “I’ve plenty of reason to hurt you. You may not be the one hurting her yourself, but you handed her over. Your own daughter. What must have come undone inside that head of yours to think that this is in any way justified? Your own child, your flesh and blood, and you’re letting her be tortured.”

She adjusted her aim a little higher, “Call me Rowie again and I’ll take your eye.”

“If you take an eye, see to it that it’s the right one.” Lucas tapped his right cheekbone, looking at Rowena. “Alyina nearly took it out six years ago.” With a nonchalant shrug, he said, with a quick roll of his eyes, “I’d like to see him try to get near me. I’d gut him before he’d get the chance to talk.”

Confidant, Lucas held out a hand to lower the arrow down. He didn’t want to be killed, nor did he want the piss to be beat out of him. He was keeping his lips sealed.

“And I claim her not to be my daughter; oh no. She left my kinsmanship when she became a filthy rebel. No way for a ‘proper Nord’ to behave, ah no. So, yes, she may be my ‘flesh and blood’,” mimicking Rowena on those last words. “But I don’t claim her as it.”

“Rowie.”

What Have You Done? ((Rowena//Lucas))

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 18:04:42 -0400

rowena-and-redhead:

She moved closer, pressing the tip of her arrow to his neck, “All I have to do is let go of my string and I end your miserable little life. But that would kinder than you deserve.”

She kept her eyes locked onto his, watching his every move, “But I’ll do it, don’t think I won’t. And I swear to you, if you don’t tell me where she is, right now, this pointy eared bitch is going to make you regret it. Whatever harm has come to her, I’ll ensure that you endure it three times as worse, but I won’t let it end. Not until you are begging, and crying for me to finally kill you. And even then, I won’t. No one hurts my family. Not you. Not your bastarding General. I’ll take on every milk drinker in your army to make you pay for what you have done.”

“So I’m going to ask you this once, and only one. Where is Alyina?”

“I’ll ask you this once, and only once. Why do you think I’ll tell you? You’re a waste of an elf, fighting for gods-damned Ulfric Stormcloak. My daughter wasn’t raised this way. You should be in the Dominion, where your kind belong. Not with a bunch of brutish Nords.”

He was shaken at the arrowhead grazing his larynx, but Lucas kept a straight face as he eyed down Rowena. “You’ve no reason to harm me! I’ve not tortured her! I’ve produced her! You should thank me for that, Officer Oaky! Love me for it. If you’re so infatuated with her, Rowie, why not go find her yourself?”

What Have You Done? ((Rowena//Lucas))

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 16:50:08 -0400

rowena-and-redhead:

Rowena headed towards the city with a belt of rabbits around her waist. Since having the babies, she couldn’t be out of the house for too long, so she’d started leaving traps instead of spending hours hunting.

She was headed for the market, but then she saw him, his armour gleaming in the mid morning sun. They were alone on the road, but not far from the city. Her blood started to boil. She knew who he was before she could even see his face.

She had visited the wreck of the camp this morning, and had left flowers near the Officers tent. She could barely get Ralof to leave the house, but had promised that she would visit the camp with him when he was ready.

Without thinking, she pulled her bow off of her back and loaded it quickly with an arrow. She moved right behind him, ready to shoot him right in the neck if he tried anything.

“You handed her over, didn’t you? You bastard,” she hissed.

“Ah, Rowie! Alyina’s best friend. It’s so nice to see you again.”

Lucas turned to look at the Bosmer, who looked seriously pissed off at him. She had a firm hold on her arrow, the bowstring pulled back to full length. She could probably pin him to the market stall by his ear, but it didn’t deter him.

“Unknock the bow, ‘mer,” he said evenly, trying to stare her down. “And perhaps I did. She’s a threat. But don’t worry — she’s not dead. Not just yet.

“No, no, there are plans for the traitor. And if you or her husband get involved, I’ll have you both killed, and your pointy-eared head displayed on a pike outside of Solitude, or better yet — the Imperial City. Have you got it, ‘mer?”

What Have You Done? ((Rowena//Lucas))

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 19:59:10 -0400

Her obstinateness came from Agni, her strength came from him, and her temper was a creature all its own.

She had definitely put up a fight, that was for sure. It was a task for Lucas to wrestle his furious daughter into submission, to carry one of Ulfric’s best officers’ into the hands of their enemy.

Massacring the whole Whiterun camp may have been a bit of an overkill, the Legate thought, but it worked. The camp wasn’t there anymore, the soldiers killed, and their officer being tortured for precious information.

This caused the Legate a twinge of uncertainty. If there was one thing Alyina was, she was loyal. No matter what danger she was in, no matter what was happening, her lips were sealed.

Killing her would’ve been easier.

...Even If You Tried for 100 Years [[Plot Progression #2]]

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 17:28:58 -0400

Trigger warnings: violence, torture, attempted murder, death [threats], attempted sexual assault

The dagger slashed her back again.

Hundreds of incisions it felt like crossed Alyina’s back, and the pain was becoming so sharp, so ungodsly, that the Nord was having trouble staying awake. She could feel the warmth, the sickeningly feel of blood coming out of the wounds and pooling around where she was sitting.

“…I’m still not telling you shit,” she snarled at the Imperial, jerking forward in her restraints. “May Talos strike you dead, you faithless dog!” Energy was being drained rapidly, and she had little energy to thrash about. Every act of aggression only caused the dagger to delve deeper into her skin, and the pain was growing so high that red exploded in her vision.

“Snarky little one, aren’t you? Well. Alceri, fetch the fire salts, would you?”

Alyina’s head snapped up, looking furiously at the Legate. There was a shuffling in the far corner of the dungeon, before a sickly looking Altmer man held a wooden bowl in his knobby fingers. A soft red glow was coming from the mouth of the bowl, and her blood ran cold.

Sitting ramrod straight, Alyina cried out at the agonizing pressure to her wounds that the wood of the chair inflicted. Each odd splinter bore into the lacerations. It would be better than what they had coming… Ulfric had told her they did this to him, as well… Salted the wounds, quite literally.

“Up.”

The Legate bent down to untie Alyina’s arms from the chair, and grabbed her by the back of the neck, shoving her head down by her knees. She felt the dank air getting into the gashes, and closed her eyes. The weight of a steel-clad hand was too much for her, right on her neck, right…

“Now, Nord, if you don’t tell us where your precious little camps are located, this will only go on longer.”

Alceri donned a leather glove before taking a small handful of the salts. Alyina felt all life from her drain as she sat there, bent over, convulsing in fear and pain. Alceri began to sprinkle the salts over the marks, his face showing no expression.

This hurt worse than she had expected. So, so much more.

The Nord yelled out, the pain so severe that her breath hitched in her throat, that her vision went black. The skinny fingers went down to push the red salts into the wounds, the pressure building in every second, until he could push no more.

Alyina’s throat was raw, words wouldn’t form. She couldn’t see a thing through all the tears, agony. “Y-YOU… YOU FUCKING DOGS!” The explicitive only resulted in the Imperial reaching down with his other hand and grabbing her jaw roughly, yanking her up so he could look her in the eyes.

“What did you say, Nord?”

“Y-you know full well what I said, you… worthless piece of shit! Let me go!”

His hand reached out, biffed her across the face as hard as he could. Violently, Alyina swung out to the side, her arms free. She reached out, grabbed hold of the Legates neck with both hands, and began to squeeze as hard as she could. His face looked absolutely bewildered as he tried to claw her hands off, but he failed.

In panic, Alceri dropped the bowl of salts. The curve smashed into Alyina’s back, and a few crystals came out, met the wounds. Alyina threw her head back, trying to see through the pain, but couldn’t. All she knew was that she had to strangle this Imperial.

The Altmer began to panic, scooping salts into his hands. “Guards!”

“Y-you say shit, and you’ll be next, fucking witch-elf,” Alyina growled. The Altmer gave a small whimper for some odd reason. Only did Alyina relent when she felt the Imperial go slack in her grip. Standing up still attached to the chair, she managed to swing herself right, so that the legs caught the Altmer in the stomach, sending him flying into the wall.

Hobbling over to the felled Imperial, she grabbed his sword and sawed through her restraints. She was free from the chair.

Getting a good hold on the handle, she smashed the steel across the Imperial’s neck. It gave an arc of blood, covering the Nord. She swung it over her head, multiple times. Every impact mangled him more and more, until the blade finally met the floor, and all that was left was shredded flesh.

The noise attracted a large number of Legionnaires, who stormed down the stairs, ready to defend their Legate. Instead of seeing him, they saw the furious rebel; hands gripped on the sword, covered in the flesh of their previous leader. “Get her!”

One leaped forward from the crowd and forced Alyina onto her knees. He wasn’t as angry as he was scared; his eyes shone in trepidation.

Alyina watched him draw his sword; the scraping sound reaching her ears. But it didn’t bother her.

“You can never kill me,” she hissed, looking up at the young man, who was shaking as he readied his sword. “Even if you tried for 100 years. You still couldn’t kill me.”

((lurkin on mobile))

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 20:54:09 -0400

OoC

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 20:48:00 -0400

G’NIGHT

jamfisher: how to make an oc - by jam

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 20:43:29 -0400

jamfisher:

how to make an oc - by jam

((halldis getting beat up, brienne miscarrying, farkas nearly dying, alyina reportedly dead but...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 20:00:11 -0400

((halldis getting beat up, brienne miscarrying, farkas nearly dying, alyina reportedly dead but being tortured…

THE RIDE HERE NEVER ENDS))

Abduct [[Plot Progression #1]]

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 18:53:19 -0400

Possible triggers: torture, violence, foul language, blood, attempted sexual assault

Alyina awoke to the heavy smell of smoke filling the air. Fire crawled up the walls of her tent, encroached across the Whiterun camp. “What in the name of Talos…” She stood quickly, grabbing the steel greatsword propped up aside her cot. She was exhausted still, and the effluvious embers ghosted along her camp, making her cough, eyes running.

Stumbling out of her tent, Alyina wiped her eyes with the back of her forearm, blinking the scene into perspective. The other shelters opposing her tent were burned to nothing but charred scraps of leather, their inhabitants either smoked dead or barely alive.

Alyina could see someone moving from underneath the black remnants of what used to be a tent, and, heart in throat, she ran to them. Hitting the ground, she peeled back smouldering layers of the prior establishments, eyes widening in horror at what used to be the rebel beneath.

His chest still rose and fell ever-so-lightly, but his body, for the most part, was rendered unrecognizable. Sticky black skin, charred like the leather surrounding him. Rubble and grass stuck into his wounds, and he smelled like, well, death.

Oddly colored eyes flitted open lethargically as he looked at his Officer, horror-struck, hovering over him. “By the nine, Bjorn,” she finally managed, closing her eyes to the grotesque, charred mess that used to once be a soldier.

He had no words to speak, but just managed to close his eyes, before he exhaled lightly. With that, he was gone.

“Talos preserve you, brother,” Alyina mumbled, standing up from the felled and readying her sword in her hand. Screams of pain came from more Stormcloaks as legionnaires yanked out the wooden posts keeping their teepees up before setting alight the fabric that once protected them from the elements.

Raking her hands through her hair, Alyina shook her head, trying to keep composed. Grasping onto the handle of her sword again, she swung it high above her head, the blade implanting deeply into the skull of the Imperial.

It cleaved in half, and once the corpse fell onto its knees, and then onto the ground, Alyina braced herself by putting one foot on his shoulder, two hands on the sword and yanked out. The blood squirted across the front of the rebel and the Imperials surrounding her.

Within a matter of seconds, the whole camp was reduced to a cinder. Strangled screams of pain came from underneath the collapsed tents echoed throughout the landscape, and Alyina wanted to help them so, so badly.

But with each breath, the camp smelled acrid, sulfuric, and Alyina tried to block it off. One more tent hadn’t collapsed, one more tent…

Alyina sprinted to the tent, Imperials close behind her. Dropping to her knees, she stuck both arms into the canopy of the shelter. “GET UP!” she screamed, screamed louder than she thought she could. “GET UP, LET’S GO!”

She grasped the legs of the soldier, only to realize that there was a puddle of blood around her neck, spilling out onto the pillow beside her. There was a smeared dagger laying off to the side, and Alyina shuddered. Had she killed herself? Or… had the Imperials really sunk that low.

“Get up, blondie.”

There was no time to mourn before a strong hand darted out to Alyina and grabbed her hair, tugging her backwards onto her feet. A pair of hands wrenched the greatsword from her, casting it into the fires. “LET GO OF ME, FUCKING DOGS!”

Her words went unchecked as he jerked her hands behind her back. The other began to bind her wrists, the grip off of her hair much appreciated.

“Don’t worry,” one legionnaire said as he finished the knot around her wrists. “The guards always save the pretty ones for last.”

She finally came to in an unrecognizable room. The walls were grey, made of stone, and mildew streaked down them. It smelled horrible, and Alyina cringed, setting her head back.

She was strapped to a chair, she finally realized; ankles crossed and bound, arms behind her back, the leather wove around her midsection, over, and knotted tightly.

Alyina could still smell the seared human flesh.

A door creaked open slowly, and footsteps descended towards her. Alyina realized, for the first time in a long time, she was weaponless. Helpless.

Two figures came into view in the flickering candle light. There was one man, who was tall and lean, clad in a Legate’s uniform. Every inch of his armor seemed to be meticulously polished. Beside him stood yet another Legate, this one so familiar to Alyina… Similar, even.

Gods, no.

It couldn’t be.

A muffled sob escaped her as she looked up at the two Legates. The blonde one approached her, squatting down to look her in the eyes. “Long time no see, daughter!” He patted her cheek, and Alyina looked up at him, jaw locked in fury.

Dread, even.

“Lucas, thank you for bringing the heretic here,” came a sharper voice.
“Yes, sir.” Lucas replied, curtly nodding and turning on his heel, heading back up the stairs.

Alone with the lanky Legate now, Alyina’s heart hammered uncontrollably in her chest, tattooing her sternum in dread. She was bound. She was utterly defenseless; she wasn’t even in her armor anymore.

Her stomach tightened at the realization.

“You better not have touched me,” she said, trying to look up at the Imperial. She swallowed thickly, shaking her head. “I’ll fucking kill you if you did.”

He merely walked closer to Alyina, and smote her across the face. His hand stung hard, and the Nord gave an audible noise of distress. “I don’t think you’ll be alive, Nord, to kill me. Is that clear? Yes? I thought so.”

“What do you want from me?” Her voice was weak, thin. For the first time in nine years, she was terrified. She was sore, and upon twisting to wipe her face on her shoulder, blood showed.

The man drew his dagger, the reflection of the room glinting in the blade. “I want to know every location of all the rebellion camps.” He showed her the blade; laying the steel in one palm. “Or else.”

Alyina shook her head frantically, voice raw. “No. Never.”

“Oh.”

The Legate crouched down aside the bound woman and began to inch the tip of the blade into her arm, causing blood to come out from underneath the simple sleeve. It trickled from underneath, dripped out by her hand. A thousand hornets. But she had worse. Much worse.

Clenching her jaw, Alyina tried not to cry out in pain.

“I see you’re a little stressed there, Nord?” He grabbed her jaw with one hand, forcing her to be close to his face. She spat at him, which caused him even more fury; he took his blade and slashed across what exposed back she had.

Stars exploded in her vision as Alyina looked up at the Legate, tears in her eyes. “I ain’t giving you any shit,” she said, voice watery. “Do whatever you want to me; beat me, stab me, slash me… I ain’t telling you anything.”

This emitted a chortle from the Legate. “Oh, boy. This’ll be fun, then.”

((FARKAS NO))

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 19:05:54 -0400

((FARKAS NO))

Photo

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 18:58:33 -0400

3; 10; 29; 34; 45

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 17:07:25 -0400

3) What was your last thought before going to bed last night?

Alyina sighed, closing her eyes. “I… don’t really recall.”
((I was hoping it’d storm today… And it did.))

10) Is there one person you want to be with right now?

“Ralof.”
((Diana, but she’s halfway across the country.))

29) How late did you stay up last night, and why?

Alyina just looked at the greymage, before crossing her arms. “You need to know that why?”
((1:00am, watching documentaries on Ancient Rome.))

34) Are you a patient person?

“No, not really.”
((Ditto.))

45) Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

“When we first got together, Ralof wouldn’t stop prattling on about them. So, aye.”
((Yep! My eyes are really green, and people think they’re pretty.))

Farkas gives you a negative (¬‿¬).

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 16:04:56 -0400

“That’s good. Now get the fuck out.” She gave her shield-brother a look that was supposed to be daunting, but it just turned out ridiculous, and the blonde snorted.

11, 21, 7

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 16:01:11 -0400

11) Are you seriously happy with where you are in life?

Answered!

21) Have you ever wasted your time on someone?

Alyina looked around for a moment, eyes wide, a bit flustered. “Typical of recruits, but I was… infatuated with Ulfric. Was pretty pissed when he and Larissa tied the knot. I got over it, though.”
((Sadly…))

7) Have you kissed anybody in the last 5 days?

Answered!

2, 7, 11, 26

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 15:57:54 -0400

2) What on your body is bothering or hurting you?

“My shoulder, from the previous spar with a dragon. It ain’t as bad anymore, but it ain’t as strong as it used to be. Sword arm, too.” Alyina frowned.
((My shoulder, as well, has been popping really erratically for the past few days. And my stomach hurts awful right now…))

7) Have you kissed anybody in the last 5 days?

The Nord couldn’t help but laugh for a moment, before adding, “What do you think, greymage? Aye! I’m married! Of course!”
((Nope!))

11. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life?

“…I’m on the fence. I’ve been married for the past few years, which is good, and I’ve been in the army, which is well. I’m happy about that, seriously. Love is amazing.” Face falling, Alyina pressed her fingertips together. “Just… ultimatums weigh heavily.”
((I’ve not gone very far in life, but I’m an honor roll student, and I’ve plenty of lovely internet friends, so, aye, I suppose.))

26) Is there anyone who you’re really disappointed in?

“…Myself.”
((Quite a few people.))

Every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 15:51:10 -0400

WOAH INTERESTING QUESTIONS

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 15:12:40 -0400

01: tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person you like right now?
02: what on your body is hurting or bothering you?
03: what was your last thought before going to bed last night?
04: what are you listening to?
05: what’s something you’re not looking forward to?
06: where do you think your best friend is right now?
07: have you kissed anybody in the last five days?
08: favorite song ?
09: kiss on the first date?
10: is there one person you want to be with right now?
11: are you seriously happy with where you are in life?
12: is there something you would like to say to someone?
13: what are three things you did today?
14: would you rather sleep at a friend’s or have them over?
15: what is your favorite kind of gum?
16: are you friends with any of your ex boyfriends/ girlfriends?
17: what is on your wrists right now?
18: ever liked someone you thought you didn’t stand a chance with?
19: does anyone have strong feelings for you?
20: are you slowly drifting away from someone?
21: have you ever wasted your time on someone?
22: can you do the alphabet in sign language?
23: how have you felt today?
24: you receive £60 without any reason, what do you spend it on?
25: what is wrong with you right now?
26: is there anyone you’re really disappointed in?
27: would you rather have starbucks or jamba juice right now?
28: why aren’t you in ‘love’ with your last ex anymore?
29: how late did you stay up last night and why?
30: when was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?
31: what were you doing an hour ago?
32: what are you looking forward to in the next month?
33: are you wearing jeans right now?
34: are you a patient person?
35: do you think you can last in a relationship for three months?
36: favorite color?
37: did you have a dream last night?
38: are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?
39: if someone could be cuddling you right now, who would you want it to be?
40: do you love anyone who is not related to you?
41: if someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?
42: do you like meeting new people?
43: are you afraid of falling in love?
44: ever self-harmed or starved yourself?
45: has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?
46: have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?

Sex is like alcohol, better in moderation.

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 21:18:50 -0400

“Aye, maybe, but I ain’t abiding by your advice, greyface. Oi — why is it any of your business, anyways?”

phoenixfireashes: Tim Flach

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 21:15:43 -0400

phoenixfireashes:

Tim Flach