Instead of trying anything aggressive, the male just sat down nearby, one of his own weapons appearing in his hands. A simple katana, one made of a golden material as he unsheathed it, its sheath made out of scales. He pulled a rag from his pouch, beginning to clean the weapon. The golden +

"aye, it heals all, even if the injury is old and has lingering pain, it will heal it." to demonstrate, he pulled a dagger out from a sheath, proceeding to cut his own arm before casting a healing spell. the cut, which was deep, glowed faintly as the muscle and skin moved, beginning +

the dovahkiin just offered a kind smile, he understood the distrust, he really did. "the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it." he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand. "this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +

"hmm? oh, no, just gifted in the arcane arts." he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy." "where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"

"well, I have an amazing sense of humor, lass." he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it. "been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."

he was silent for a moment before he snorted, followed soon by full-blown laughter. "oh, by the nine, that was a good one." he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.

Name 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀 Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️

. . .Sneezes out a bolt of lightning. ". . .Oops-."

"fair enough, lass!" he called out over the sounds of their battle, his blue eyes glowing brighter with power. he knew that she was not of these lands. . .her magic gave her away in that regard. taking a deep breath, his pupils turned into narrow slits. "𝙔𝙤𝙡. . .𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙇!!!" he shouted, +

He has a dagger sticking out of his shoulder, but he's just. . .calmly reading a book.

<— definitely not on the nice list (at least he thinks he isn't) and he is totally fine with that!

"no, these draugrs have no connection to me." he said, coming beside her with his sword drawn, pointing it at the masked wraith. "but that dragon priest there controls 'em, kill that one, they all fall." he informed, his blue eyes glowing with power as his sword, Trueflame, ignited in +

SʏᴍʙɪᴏᴛɪᴄRᴀɢᴇ❗️💢 Shamelessly stolen bc I wanna flesh out Torden more than I did on X—

The Dovahkiin was no stranger to technology due to his traveling of the realms. However, he's quite new to the concept of movies. . . He's currently watching 'Home Alone' and enjoying it.

‍ ‍ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀. . . ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀. ‍ ‍

Torden Wulfharth, the Last Dovahkiin, Hero of Tamriel, blah blah blah. . . He's forgotten half of his titles over the many years he's been alive, but the experiences stuck with him, carved into his mind. Although new to this realm, he had done his homework, learning of Pyrrha Nikos, +

The sound of a tree falling echoed through the otherwise peaceful forest, snow crunching under the weight of the Dovahkiin as he effortlessly picked the tree up and carried it on his shoulder. Ah, Saturalia, the Dovahkiin's favorite holiday! The time of giving and spreading joy and laughter to +

He's crawling out of a pile of snow, yawning as he did so. Did. . .did he sleep in a pile of snow–?

“ 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔. ” —— More information below.

❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐮'𝐮𝐦. . .𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫.❞