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A worn-out book with little bits of paper sticking out of it, left unattended under a table in the local tavern.


[Here for the story/character? Fabulous.

Here for the the pictures? Shiny.
Feel free to reblog with or without the text.

Here for Selene? Go ahead and use the ask button.]
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long way from home 

I am legitimately starting the thing now! Don’t know if you’re interested but here’s the link to Selene’s RP blog.




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An update long time coming 

So, I feel really really really really bad for not letting you guys know what’s going on and why I’m not updating.

Alright, I can no longer play Skyrim for more then a few minutes because my laptop is a piece of shit. This means no more silly screenshots or, more importantly, motivation to write. I don’t know when I’ll even be able to play Skyrim again let alone update this journal

I’m very sorry to anyone who was looking forward to anything more but I hope you’ve enjoyed Selene/her story so far.

While I’m here I’d also like to come clean about a number of mistakes I’ve made in Selene’s journal, in terms of stoyline.

That’s all i can think of at the moment but I’m sure i fucked up a little more, if you have any questions about anything, don’t hesitate to ask: I really like talking about my dumb ocs.




24th of Second Seed

I’ve inserted myself into the investigation in an official capacity, as per Brynjolf’s… wishes.

The guards are either cowards, blind, or plain stupid; none of them are willing to follow the blood trail that leads away from the body. Instead they’re questioning witnesses. Though I have given Silda some gold to keep an eye out and tell me if she sees anything, I’ve done the same with the little girl selling flowers by the docks

The Guild really needs to learn to utilize beggars and little ones appropriately.

More on the stupidity of this province later.

Later:

I am not one for blood smeared walls or rooms full of decaying corps—

I’m just going to brave the cold a little longer, try to forget what I just saw… and smelled.




a bunch of extra shit 

selenethebreton:

[Selene’s Playlist

Sex & Love meme (nsfw)
Profile

It’s come to my attention that I have… missed some things because i kind of suck so I’ve made a list of links. (This includes stuff for all OCs featured in this journal.) It’s going to get pretty long because I have about 6 characters and I can’t fucking shut up about them.

This list will be updated with Selene’s story.

So, if you want to suffer through some writing and are interested:

Pre-Skyrim Stuff

  • Letters (felix)
  • Outside (how mouse becomes part of the guild)
  • Parties (further indication that selene in a thief)
  • Snowflake (mouse is in skyrim, has never seen snow)
  • Vengence (Revenge is a dish best served wet and drowning)

Storyline stuff (all listed below are in chronological order)

Miscellaneous stuff (these don’t fit into the other two categories because I do not have a timeline established for them.)




Later:
He hit me. He actually… hit me. I think Brynjolf walked in as a bottle broke against the chair I had been sitting on. I knocked that pompus, rasict, stormcloak supporting freak unconscious.
And you know, I think he might be upset.

"You know, lass, being left behind like that made me think you were up to something."
"Good to know the dragon didn’t fry what’s left of your brain."
"So, you are plotting."
"No, I just don’t like dragons."
"Isn’t your job to hunt dragons?”
"I thought my job was to get you coin."
"Not today, I need you to see about these murders."
"You mean I can’t just sit here and stay warm while you do all the work?"
"Honestly, I’m surprised your heart isn’t bleeding all over this already." he took a sip from his mug. "Murders are bad for business, lass. You should know that."

…My heart does not bleed all over the place.

Later:

He hit me. He actually… hit me. I think Brynjolf walked in as a bottle broke against the chair I had been sitting on. I knocked that pompus, rasict, stormcloak supporting freak unconscious.

And you know, I think he might be upset.

"You know, lass, being left behind like that made me think you were up to something."

"Good to know the dragon didn’t fry what’s left of your brain."

"So, you are plotting."

"No, I just don’t like dragons."

"Isn’t your job to hunt dragons?”

"I thought my job was to get you coin."

"Not today, I need you to see about these murders."

"You mean I can’t just sit here and stay warm while you do all the work?"

"Honestly, I’m surprised your heart isn’t bleeding all over this already." he took a sip from his mug. "Murders are bad for business, lass. You should know that."

…My heart does not bleed all over the place.




notes.

long way from home 

I hereby introduce Selene’s RP blog, oooo. No, no one asked for it but it was already there and I’ve wanted to for a long time. If you want to drop by/interact, please do!

A quick word: rp and journal are two different universes and not particularly connected.

PS. this does not mean I’m abandoning her journal, nor do I have any plan to do so. The updates will still be mediocre and sporadic. Good night!


filed under: A ooc


23rd of Second Seed

I am less then pleased to be back in this city so soon. I am also displeased that a dragon chased us out of the Rift. It ended up separating Brynjolf and I, and I still don’t know why I didn’t simply head to Riverwood. But here I am, listening to everyone talk about this murderer and how he killed another girl last night.

Well, regardless, I’m going to sit by the fire to defrost and wait for Brynjolf… and hope this man on the other side of he room shuts his goddamn mouth.




I have a quick question for my followers: I’m sure you’ve noticed updates are pretty sporadic so

Would you prefer updates in chunks or one at a time as I finish them?

(P.S. I also have an RP blog set up for Selene. however, I’m a bit out of practice in terms of rp and dizzy with anxiety so it’s also going to be a little slow.

P.P.S. there are differences between rp!selene and journal!selene, mostly in terms of Skyrim events and being dragonborn.)


filed under: A ooc


21st of Second Seed

The Cistern was permeated with child’s laughter, pattering feet, and the occasional yell of Thrynn this morning. He’s not as tough as he’d like others to believe, that or he just has a soft spot for children. If he didn’t both Aranwen and Samia would be dead or very scared.

They haven’t changed much, thankfully, and are still very good at making friends.

"I heard Vori was with you."

Samia shrugged. “She’s just not here right now, I don’t know where she is.”

"She’s alright?"

She nodded and then frowned. “Didn’t you say it was bad to steal from guildmates?”

"…It is."

"But Vex said—"

"Vex is full of shit. And things are different here. It’s up to do what’s right… That doesn’t include taking from guildmates, alright?"

Days like today make me remember why I hate this sector, and if we would have changed anything by sending people here.

Later:

After seeing Aranwen and Samia again, I almost didn’t want to leave but I can stop moving just to be comfortable. I have things to do and they’ll be much safer with the Guild then anywhere else, I think. People like them.

…At least Brynjolf’s taking a horse, it will make the rainstorm and soaked roads more bearable.




Midday:
Coming down to the Flagon last night turned out to be a mistake. I was roped into drinking and celebrating and woke up in a pile of bodies with lines on my face.
I think I’m going to stop drinking.

"Brynjolf was looking for you."
“Really?”
"I’d thought you’d have more respect. With your loyalty thing and all.”
"The last guildmaster tried to kill me. Multiple times."
"And this one just wants in your pants.” Vex sneered. “I don’t want to hear him ask again. Go.”

When I don’t have lines on my face I’ll think about it.
Later:
I am trying very hard to stay agreeable and on the Guild’s good side. That means I can’t disappear without Brynjolf or skip the job we’re going to in WIndhelm. Wasn’t I just there freezing my tits off?

"I’ll be ready in the morning… Didn’t you want to speak with the new recruits? We’ve had few since you left."
"Fine. I want some basics, first."

So, a former assassin and some thick-skulled Nord Vex plucked from the wilderness.
There’s also more whisperings of the “Crow” woman and her children. Funny, the Crow I knew had no children… unless you count the orphans we picked up off the streets.
I keep hoping this is the woman I know, but getting my hopes up is a foolish notion.

Midday:

Coming down to the Flagon last night turned out to be a mistake. I was roped into drinking and celebrating and woke up in a pile of bodies with lines on my face.

I think I’m going to stop drinking.

"Brynjolf was looking for you."

Really?”

"I’d thought you’d have more respect. With your loyalty thing and all.”

"The last guildmaster tried to kill me. Multiple times."

"And this one just wants in your pants.” Vex sneered. “I don’t want to hear him ask again. Go.”

When I don’t have lines on my face I’ll think about it.

Later:

I am trying very hard to stay agreeable and on the Guild’s good side. That means I can’t disappear without Brynjolf or skip the job we’re going to in WIndhelm. Wasn’t I just there freezing my tits off?

"I’ll be ready in the morning… Didn’t you want to speak with the new recruits? We’ve had few since you left."

"Fine. I want some basics, first."

So, a former assassin and some thick-skulled Nord Vex plucked from the wilderness.

There’s also more whisperings of the “Crow” woman and her children. Funny, the Crow I knew had no children… unless you count the orphans we picked up off the streets.

I keep hoping this is the woman I know, but getting my hopes up is a foolish notion.