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The Perils of Annoying the Dragonborn
Date: 2013-03-01 09:17 pm (UTC)Can't help but imagine my characters as badasses, since I am pathetic. >.> Also plot bunnies.
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The Dragonborn was... not a people person, it was generally agreed upon. Her cold demeanor and stare were usually enough to off-put even the most friendly conversationalist, and her various deadly implements strapped to her body didn't help either.
And then there was the aggressive methods of dealing with problems.
When questioned about it, the Dragonborn had told Lydia that she grew up with numerous younger brothers, all competing for the role of heir to the family. As the eldest and only female, she learned quick to impose her will, even on men twice her size.
Even if it meant flooring them.
Yet it wasn't just her punches that were the problem, it was who she punched, as well as what she said afterwards.
Bandits, slavers, Daedra, animals large and small, and vampires all met their end rather mundanely, with bows and swords or the occasional cross-chop on the throat. Lydia didn't even know how that worked on draugr, being undead and all.
But normal people seemed to flip some switch in her, and turn her into an over-bearing sister, settling whose fault the spilled milk was. Whether it was banging Sven and Faendal's heads together forcibly, yelling at both of them to man up, uppercutting Arcano so hard everyone got a view of under his robe, or her song-worthy beatdowns of everyone inside and outside Cidha Mine, the Dragonborn did not like having her time wasted with petty concerns.
So it hadn't really come as a surprise when she'd kicked in the door to the Palace of the Kings and strode up to the Jarl, interrupting him mid-sentence to grab him by the lapels, hoist him out of his chair, savagely headbutt him, and berate him about his petty civil war without missing a beat.
Lydia had taken most of that in stride, doing her best to look intimidating, rather difficult next to the woman shaking arguably the most powerful man in Skyrim about by his collar. When the Dragonborn had stopped yelling and dragged Ulfric out behind her, Lydia had followed, relaying the Dragonborn's orders to follow her.
But dragging Ulfric all the way to Solitude, again kicking in the door, and leaving Lydia with a disgruntled and bedraggled Jarl on the floor in the midst of several Imperial soldiers made her uncomfortable.
Not as uncomfortable as Tullius was at the moment, she could see. For the Dragonborn had lunged parallel with him, one hand palming his face, pushing him back onto the ground faster than he could blink. Now she was standing astride him, her finger pointing emphatically at him as she admonished him.
Grabbing the front of his armor and pulling him behind her, she paused just long enough to grab Ulfric and bash the door back open. Throwing both of them out into the courtyard, she stood over them, glaring, before shouting 'PLAY NICE!', motioning for Lydia to take her spot, and stalking off to the Blue Palace.
The Stormcloaks that had followed them and the Imperials shifted nervously around the courtyard, hands twitching on their weapons. Lydia folded her arms and put on her best impression of the Dragonborn's unyielding glare. It didn't seem to be necessary though, as Ulfric and Tullius were engaging in hushed, frantic conversation, discussing their similar treatment at the hands of the Dragonborn.
They froze when she came back into view, dragging a flailing Elisif and trail of Thanes, housecarls, and several bemused onlookers. Dumping Elisif down unceremoniously between them, her voice would brook no argument as she instructed the three of them:
"Figure out this High King and Imperial bullshit by the time I get back, or so help me, I will drag all three of you to the Imperial City myself!"
Re: The Perils of Annoying the Dragonborn
Date: 2013-03-13 12:58 am (UTC)