Anonymous asked: Do you work with armor too? Like tailoring/fitting/whatever
Interesting question to ask a tailor.
While I might be able to perform fittings on any cloth bits of the armor, you’re much better off going to a specialist for that. My skill lies with fashion.
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-bows- Goodmorning, Sirs and Madame!
Hail, kynaz. And mortals.
I am Vahsaak, kyn. *Although he was curious as to what this assignment was, Vahsaak knew better than to meddle into others’ personal business, but he was itching to know.*
And who is this? *The Dremora motioned to Kaye.* Your…Mortal companion?
Ramuset spared a glance for Kaye, but rolled her eyes when she caught him laughing to himself, muttering something about ‘companion’ and ‘brilliant.’
“That,” She drawled, turning back to Vahsaak, “is my assignment. Part of it.” Ramuset felt no real need to be secretive about it- it wasn’t personal, just a job. And most importantly, there was no loss of honor in it as there might have been if it had been wholly her choice.
She adopted a curious expression. “What is a Kynreeve doing on Mundus?”
(Source: kayeselone)
The human before him seemed far less interested in addressing his name, but by the stirring look in his eyes, succumbing to the curiosity of racial indication. Intrigue, confusion, or daunt were those that were promptly instilled into the minds of those who witnessed.
The pure white skin which blanketed across his entirety - near limpid; the web that splayed from finger to finger, toe to toe - even to the unusually indented dots trailing upon his smooth forehead.Nonetheless, he offered the formal proposal of caste name.
“Níðhöggr.” Either set of toes retracted against the plane’s crust - long nails dragging lines across the land of Nirn.
“An unusual name- to be expected, I suppose.” Kaye grinned at the Maormer, intent on appearing friendly. “Are you a native to Skyrim? I haven’t seen anyone like you before.” A half lie, but Seron was an experience all of his own. Besides, Kaye doubted that this intriguing young (was he young? He looked meri) man’s looks were as easy to explain away as being albino.
(Source: kayeselone)
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-slight bow- Greetings, sirs and madams!
Guys
Guys is this what fanservice is
I made this for you
For all of you
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That is quite an outfit, kynaz..
*Vahsaak didn’t even bother to look at the Redguard. His attention was fixated on the Dremora. The female. Dremora.*
*Female.*
*Dremora.*
*He gathered himself and returned the gesture.* Hail… *The sight of her being with a human disappointed him. She was bound. What a shame, really. But perhaps she was in good hands…* And what is your name, kyn?
Kaye laughed under his breath, and stepped back. Somehow, this is what he’d thought would happen.
“Ramuset, Kynreeve. I am..” Here she grimaced slightly, but the expression was gone almost as soon as it appeared. “On assignment.”
“What is your name, kynaz?”
(Source: kayeselone)
-bows- Good evening, sir.
-her bored expression immediately becomes alert, and she touches a fist to her chest in salute- Hail, Kynreeve.
Joinable Factions
- Companions
- Thieves Guild
- Dark Brotherhood
- Imperial Legion
- Stormcloaks
- Blades
- Bards College
- College of Winterhold
Skyrim TES: V Dawnguard (DLC)
- Dawnguard
- Volkihar Vampire Clan
Noteworthy NPC Factions
- Blackblood Marauders
- Blood Horkers
- Forsworn
- Greybeards
- Penitus Oculatus
- Psijic Order
- Silver Hand
- Summerset Shadows
- Synod
- Thalmor
- Vigilants of Stendarr
(Source: bloodedlegend)
Good evening. -bows-
The dremora just looks at the Maomer, not speaking.
Sparks of green danced erratically - near maliciously - around the Mer’s webbed hands; coils of cautious magicka lunged and wove around each nimble finger. Pure white eyes offered a wary glance, followed by a short scuttle backwards.
Ramuset scoffs, and looks away. A cautious mortal, useless for the brawl she itches for constantly.
“Don’t mind her. I am Kaye- who are you?”
