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I want to do a sort of Skyrim au with Azuka and Andrea.

Andrea would be the daughter of a deceased blacksmith. She was trained by her father to work the trade but no one in the kings army trusts armor made by a woman. So she’s pressured/ forced to sell the smithy. Taking some of the armor and weaponry she made, and starts dressing like a man. She sets off to prove herself and live her dream of one day becoming a knight. Though for now she gets by as a sell sword. She ends up taking a quest to slay a ferocious beast in the mountains. Where she finds Azuka either in or out of glamour not sure which I prefer yet. Either way Andrea doesn’t see Azuka as a monster and ends up falling in love with the fox.

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gunsknivesgear:

Neilson Sub-hilt Fighter.
Sweeping 12 1/4” blade forged from 5160 high carbon spring steel. The guard, spacer, sub-hilt and pommel are all stainless steel with a handle and spacers of African Blackwood. The skull-crusher is also forged from high carbon steel. The overall length of this Fighter is 19 1/4” and comes with a tooled leather sheath.

gunsknivesgear:

Neilson Sub-hilt Fighter.

Sweeping 12 1/4” blade forged from 5160 high carbon spring steel. The guard, spacer, sub-hilt and pommel are all stainless steel with a handle and spacers of African Blackwood. The skull-crusher is also forged from high carbon steel. The overall length of this Fighter is 19 1/4” and comes with a tooled leather sheath.

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"Arthur, what have you gotten yourself into?" She knelt down near him looking over the binding that held him. "You're lucky I found you." She muttered going to work on the lock.

askallaroundpirate:

ravenshadows08:

askallaroundpirate:

askallaroundpirate:

"Two words: old enemy. I think he left the key in that desk over there," He said, pointing to a desk off to the side. 

He pulled his hands close to his chest, gently rubbing at the reddened skin of his wrists. He winced a little cause they were still tender. “Ow…let’s get out of here before he comes back…” he said, getting up. 

"Right" She followed suit standing up as well. Tossing the key onto the desk now that they no longer required it. "Might want to take a sword or dagger just in case. Better to have something than nothing if we do run into him."  She’s going to let him take the lead on this one. You’re in charge Arthur. 

"Yeah…right…" he muttered with a nod, going over to a weapon rack and grabbing a sword. He went over to a door and slowly opened up, holding the sword up. He peeked into the room on the other side of the door then went inside when he saw it was empty. 

He then pointed to another one when he was sure the other was behind him and whispered, “That’s the back way out….hopefully no one’s paying attention to it…”

"Hopefully. I didn’t have to much trouble getting to you, seemed like most of the guards were either asleep or not here. But that might have changed. Must have thought no one would come looking for you." Being sure to stay close behind him as she eyed the door her hand pointed out.

She felt a bit on edge, The men Spain was in charge of would certainly be more hostile once they spotted the pair. If Spain was a ruthless as Arthur claimed he would do what he could to prevent Arthur from setting foot outside of this place. “Well… either way I’ve got your back.” 

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"Arthur, what have you gotten yourself into?" She knelt down near him looking over the binding that held him. "You're lucky I found you." She muttered going to work on the lock.

askallaroundpirate:

ravenshadows08:

askallaroundpirate:

askallaroundpirate:

"Two words: old enemy. I think he left the key in that desk over there," He said, pointing to a desk off to the side. 

"Spain…" he said, sighing. "It’s Spain…he can be a brute like me but he’s not really all that bright sometimes…." He was getting anxious though and he twitched, causing his bindings to clang together slightly. "Can you hurry up….please? He put them on too tight…" 

"Alright alright" She hushed him pushing away a few pappers and items, grabbing the key from the draw jogging a bit over to him. Kneeling back down to his level and pushing the key into the lock twisting until she heard the metallic click that freed his wrists. 

He pulled his hands close to his chest, gently rubbing at the reddened skin of his wrists. He winced a little cause they were still tender. “Ow…let’s get out of here before he comes back…” he said, getting up. 

"Right" She followed suit standing up as well. Tossing the key onto the desk now that they no longer required it. "Might want to take a sword or dagger just in case. Better to have something than nothing if we do run into him."  She’s going to let him take the lead on this one. You’re in charge Arthur. 

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"Arthur, what have you gotten yourself into?" She knelt down near him looking over the binding that held him. "You're lucky I found you." She muttered going to work on the lock.

askallaroundpirate:

ravenshadows08:

askallaroundpirate:

"Two words: old enemy. I think he left the key in that desk over there," He said, pointing to a desk off to the side. 

Well that would make things easier instead of picking the lock like she believed she would have to. “France or Spain?” She questioned knowing they were two of his biggest rivals in his pirating days.

Moving away from him to check the drawers of the desk, opening and closing a few before finding what she was looking for. “Wasn’t to clever to leave a key behind.”

"Spain…" he said, sighing. "It’s Spain…he can be a brute like me but he’s not really all that bright sometimes…." He was getting anxious though and he twitched, causing his bindings to clang together slightly. "Can you hurry up….please? He put them on too tight…" 

"Alright alright" She hushed him pushing away a few pappers and items, grabbing the key from the draw jogging a bit over to him. Kneeling back down to his level and pushing the key into the lock twisting until she heard the metallic click that freed his wrists. 

Reblogged from askallaroundpirate  7 notes
"Arthur, what have you gotten yourself into?" She knelt down near him looking over the binding that held him. "You're lucky I found you." She muttered going to work on the lock.

askallaroundpirate:

"Two words: old enemy. I think he left the key in that desk over there," He said, pointing to a desk off to the side. 

Well that would make things easier instead of picking the lock like she believed she would have to. “France or Spain?” She questioned knowing they were two of his biggest rivals in his pirating days.

Moving away from him to check the drawers of the desk, opening and closing a few before finding what she was looking for. “Wasn’t to clever to leave a key behind.”

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handsofftheharley:

You may or may not have just bumped into a short blond. “Whoa sorry.” She holds up her hands backing away from him. “You alright?” ((you bump into her and she says sorry. =p))

He hasn’t seen her in a while, but it’s not like she recognizes him- probably, anyway. “‘m fine.” Very blunt and to the point; after all, she’s the smaller one here, he barely noticed bumping into her.

She doesn’t recognize him though he seems strangely somewhat familiar, like he reminds her of someone. But she ignores it thinking she’s just projecting on a stranger. She gave a curt nod. “Good….again sorry about that.”  He didn’t seem like he was in a talking mood and she had a things to do. Stepping to the side allowing him some room as she made her way past him, curiously watching him as she walked by. It wasn’t until she passed him that she turned around taking a few steps backward, giving him a polite smile and a short salute before turning back around heading on her way.